WARNING: The following contain descriptions of sex meant for a mature audience only. If such bothers you or if you are under 18 you should read no further. The characters of Catwoman, Batgirl, Batman, and many other chartacters are all copyrighted property of D C comics. This story should be considered a parity of those works. Buffy and friends are part of DC comics as well.
Premise: I wouldn't necessarily call this a crossover or an "alter universe" fan fic. Barbara Gordon will always be Batgirl however "what if" Buffy the Vampire Slayer was really Barbara Gordon - her parents were divorced so her last name could be Gordon and her uncle could be James. In any since I believe that Sara Michelle Gellar has a perfect body for the skin tight suite and I thought this would help people get a better image.
The story takes place right after Buffy's mother died and Giles sends Buffy to Gotham to protect Tut's Cat which has unknown powers however Willow believes it could end the world. Although it could be set in any Batman Universe I would set mine in the Batman the Animated Series universe.
Gotham City
Barbara "Buffy" Summers got out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her. She walked through her Uncle's apartment, looking for him.
"Uncle Jim?" she said repeatedly before she found a yellow post it on the dining room table. It read:
Sorry Barbara, but a Commissioner's job never ends. I'll try and be back by dinner
"Great, my first night in Gotham and I'm a shut-in!" She sighed as she picked up the phone and saw the front page of the paper.
"Is Willow there?" she said as she rolled her eyes at the headline.
"This is the one and only, Buffy. How is life on the northeast coast?!" Willow answered.
"It smells weird on the streets, but the city makes up for it by lowering the prices on Prada."
"And you came to Gotham for shopping only, right?"
"Will, it's my first day here. I see shopping as a consolation prize for the work I'll be doing here."
"Well shopping is important, but you kinda came to Gotham to save to world and all of that stuff."
"We're so far away from the Hellmouth that the demons here would lose to that little black Webster kid. I bet they live like regular people around here."
"Well Webster would be chopped liver once one of them got a hold of Tut's Cat."
Buffy took off the towel and looked in the mirror at her body. She didn't think it was that great however almost every man whose seen her never forgets her face. The young vigilante from Sunnydale smiled as she felt her cleanly shaved vagina.
"Uhh..The kitty is on it's way to museum tomorrow, Willow. I'll take care of it. There's a huge banquet where it'll be introduced and I'll be there. Not only will I be there but Gotham's Finest police. If anything you should be here, you're the one who is into the Museum's. I'll be bored to death staring at a pussy all night."
She quickly went through her bags and took out a pair of khakis, a new black shirt, and took out a box hidden in the bottom of the bag. It was a glittery blue thong. She tried it on first and looked at herself in the mirror.
"You know I'm jealous, Buffy. Giles wanted to come pretty badily too. But if he leaves then it'd be Xander and lil ole me in charge of Sunnydale."
"Let's not think about that Willow, you're giving me nightmares." Buffy laughed.
"So did you talk to your uncle about possibly suspects who'd steal the Tut Cat?"
After enjoying the view of herself in the thong she quickly threw on the tight khakis and shirt and walked back into the living room.
"My Uncle Jim basically told me that Gotham was the Sunnydale of the east. They have all types of weirdoes that go around committing crimes. There's a man transformed into a Clown. A guy who hypnotizes people who acts like the Mad Hatter. A little guy who has deadly umbrellas. A Scarecrow who has an arsenal of fear gasses. Some kinda guy who has 2 faces and a demon who is part Crocodile."
"Hmmm.I'm sure I have a few name's of these types of demons in my book."
"My Uncle Jim is almost sure it's some spandex clad thief, who calls herself Catwoman."
"Makes since. Cat's like to stay to stick together. Sorta like that musical."
Buffy looked at the paper. " I have my own theory, Willow. There's some vampire, demon, whatnot who is called "Batman". He's been doing the "good guy" routine for the last five years or so and getting quite friendly with the police. However, the press says that he's been caught kissing this "Catwoman" after crime scenes. I think that they're working together to steal the Cat."
"Good Show, Buffy Holmes. Sounds like you're on to something that the Gotham's Finest haven't figured out."
"Well just like the musical cats. All people in spandex stick together. It was Elementary my Dear Willow."
"Listen Buffy, I hate to let you go - however I'm in need of a nap. I was working all last night and had five classes today."
"Oh, it's fine Willow. I'm sure I can find something to do around a city a hundred times the size of Sunnydale. With your magic spells is there anyway for you to find a way to get around this phone bill thing?"
"Sorcery isn't that easy. Later Buffy!"
"Later, Will."
She looked at the newspaper one last time.
"I think I need a trip to the bedroom too, Willow," she said giving a naughty grin.
Buffy hung up the phone and walked over to the guest room closing the blinds and locking the door. She layed on her bed and saw her little teddy bear "Pookie" that she would play around with whenever she was in Gotham to visit her uncle. It starred at her with it's beady little eyes.
"I see it's been awhile for you too, huh Pookie?"
Barbara hadn't had sex in almost a year. In fact she hadn't even kissed anyone in six months. It wasn't that she didn't have any offers, she only wanted sex when there was true passion involved. Finding that in a college town in California was practically impossible.
She stared up into the sky and saw a spotlight up in the air with a symbol of the bat inside of it. Quickly her eyes rolled back as she remembered the time she visited her Uncle Jim's after her parents divorced. She was sixteen or so, and she was sitting in his office reading some Teen Beat magazine. When through the window entered the Batman. His size, strength, and mysterious charm made him one of the few men strong enough to take her to the limit of her womanhood. By now, she had tugged her khakis down and was playing around with her blue glittery thong. She became wet as she began to move her hands inside and underneath her, moving them up and down, up and down, rubbing it needing to let go of the tension.
Quickly Buffy heaved herself upward, her butt rising up high, then coming down flat, hard on her hands, shuddering and whimpering little cries of pleasure into the bedcovers. It felt so strange, all tingly and anxious, upset and feverish, the sweat running down her back, the tense, tight feeling between her legs. As she pressed them together making Buffy became light-headed. She laid turned around and lay naked from the waist down.
Out of breath she looked at her teddy bear, Pookie.
"Don't give me that look, Pookie. Most guys don't even come close to seeing this much." She smiled as she quickly put her thong and pants on again.
She looked at the invitation to the King Tut Exhibition at the Gotham Museum. "Great, a costume party." She sarcastically said.
Buffy opened her suitcase and browsed through her options. " I could be a millionaire's wife, a millionaire's mistress, a slut, a playboy bunny.hmmm."
She looked up at the spotlight called the "Bat-signal" and stared at her new workout uniform. It was a brand new tight black spandex body suit. "I might not have a spotlight but I think I might have something that could catch the eye of the Bat."
Part II "So Buffy, what are you going to wear to the costume ball?" Willow asked over the phone.
"You remember that black workout suite that I bought on sale a few weeks ago?"
"You're going as a gymnast?!" the redhead flipped.
"No silly. Today I spent all day turning it into a costume. I got this snazzy gold Gucci belt, golden gloves, golden boot, and even made myself a cape and cowl to go along with it." Buffy smiled as she looked at her costume laying on the table.
"Who are you supposed to be?"
"Well I figure Superman has a Supergirl. So I'll be Batgirl?" she said.
"Why are you going to be that?"
"There's going to be millionaires at the party Willow, no better way to catch their eye than wearing thin spandex. Not to mention that it'd be funny to mock the Batman."
"Sounds like fun, but be sure to keep your eye out on the Cat and possible thieves."
"I will. I'm going to try and have everyone figure out who I am by wearing a red wig underneath the cowl. Plus if Uncle James sees me taking out bad guys the way I do he'll probably get overly worried and suspicious about my activities in Sunnydale."
"Great, Xander just said that there's a monster attacking the ice cream factory. I'm pretty sure that it's just his appetite but I better go with him and check it out anyways. Have fun, Buffy. You be careful."
"Have a good one Willow," Buffy smiled. As she put the phone down it quickly rang again.
"Hello?"
"Barbara, I have a problem, dear." It was her Uncle James.
"Oh, what is it." She frowned.
" I was hoping to escort you to the ball, however it seems that we're getting leads left and right about something going down tonight at the Ball. I think it'd be best if you'd just stay home tonight. I'm sorry, I promise we'll go out tomorrow night."
"Well Uncle James, I could probably take a cab over to the museum and go by myself."
"I'm sure that nothing will happen but I want to be 100% sure that you'll be safe tonight. Plus you probably wouldn't know anyone going to the ball anyways. As I said, I'll make it up to you. I have to go now, we'll talk later."
Barbara hung up the phone and sat down on the bed.
"Just great, how do I get to protect the world from ending by being stuck in here all night. Or better yet, how do I get to see Batman while being stuck in here all night. All of this work for nothing."
She walked around impatiently for awhile and then she had an idea as she picked up the phone and dialed a number in quickly.
"Giles, I need your help. What is the spell that will teleport me to anywhere I think of? You know the one you and that British lady from the coffee house used to go to the Not-so-Virgin-Islands."
"Um.hmmm.Buffy I thought we agreed not to talk of that little matter anymore. I will get the spell for you but remember that you can only use it once in a night or you'll be turned into a frog. So if you want to go to the meditterean but suddenly think of a truck stop in Alaska you'll be stuck there for a while."
"I'll learn from your experiences Giles." Buffy giggled.
" Hold on, Buffy I will get it for you." He said as he put the phone down and went into the other room.
Buffy slowly took her pajamas off and undid her bra. She un-zipped the back of her suit and put her legs into the shinny black spandex. It was tight, however not to the point that it was uncomfortable. She put her arms into the top half and zipped the back up slowly. Had she not been a slayer, one who can take pain, she would have been uncomfortable yet she only saw her exotic appeal. Buffy pulled her hair up into a bun. She opened a box with a red wig and put it on her. Next she put on the black spandex cowl that took her all day to make. She starred at herself, no one would be able to recognize her.
She touched her face gently, admiring all of her body. The dark green eyes, the silky red hair that seemed to cascade down her shoulders like a waterfall, her petite body. The spandex looked like it was practically her skin. Every man at the party would be starring at her butt. She looked more like a tease than a crime fighter. Yet, to any man who saw her, she could only been known as an angel.
For a while she was hesitant to wear the cape or not. It was black on the outside and golden on the inside. The cape fell down a few inches above her butt. She attached it to her cowl anyways, knowing that it would be something that was important to any superhero. She squeezed into the yellow leather boots and gloves and picked up the phone right in time for Giles.
"Buffy the spell is Acoo Aqua LaVidan." The British scholar said hesitantly. "Make sure you know exactly where you want to go and concentrate on it, Buffy. Be careful and protect the cat at all costs."
"Well I better get the show on the road here, thank you Giles. You're a life saver." She said.
" Alright Buffy, I'll call you tomorrow. Goodnight." He said.
Barbara added some red lipstick and looked at the mirror giving a face of approval. She began to visualize the bathroom she was in during her first visit to the Museum.
"Acoo Aqua La Vidan." As soon as she said it the room started spinning and colors of blue and green began to squirl around her.
She found herself in the bathroom, however their was screaming coming from everywhere.
"Great, I 've been caught red handed." She murmered. However, it only took her a second to realize that it wasn't her they were screaming at. It was coming outside of the bathroom, in the lobby.
Rushing to the door she prepared herself for what she might see. As she opened the door she saw flames rushing around the entire museum and heard gunshots.
"Uncle Jim," she though as she knew that what demon ought there would take him and an army of people if she didn't stop it.
Running out the door she saw the creature. It was completely silver and flying around, caring a hostage in a tuxedo.
"Hold your fire! Hold your fire! He has Bruce Wayne!"
Her above average sight not only showed her that Bruce Wayne was being taken by the flying fiend but so was the King Tut Cat.
Running throw a crossfire the costumed slayer ran past a statue of an Egyptian guard with a spear in his hand. She picked up the spear and quickly flinged it into the air, knocking scraping by him. The villain quickly fly over to the girl as she saw it face to face for the first time.
"Oh my god, you're not really a demon." She paused as she noticed the mechanical suit covering a man, his flame thrower, and jet pack. His hostage, Mr. Wayne was completely unconscious and the King Tut Cat was held in a pouch on his belt.
"Who in the hell are you?!" said the man.
"I am, Bu.uh," She looked over to see her Uncle Jim yelling at his men to hold their fire. He would never think of such a thing happening to his sweet and innocent niece. She didn't want him to figure out that she was a slayer who fights demons off on weekends instead of watching movies with girlfriends. "Batgirl"
"Well, Bat - GIRL. How are you doing this evening? My name is Killer Moth, but you can call me Killer, or Moth, or anything you really feel is necessary." Said the villain.
My God, this guy isn't taking me seriously at all. I've never had a bad guy flirt with me, more or less have a conversation with me while in a fight, she thought.
"As hot as you are, I feel that things are going to get hotter." He said as he pointed his flame thrower into her face and pulled the trigger. Buffy let out a sigh of relief, the spear she had thrown at him earlier gashed the tube that lead to the flamethrower's fuel source.
"Fuck!" he said as he threw down the tube. "Oh well I will take care of you later."
He began to fly a few yards away but quickly turned around flying full speed into the startled Buffy, punching her face and causing her head to hit the wall. Everything became blurry.
III
Buffy opened her eyes. She was still in her costume and laying down, tied up on the floor of what seemed to be a storage room. She looked around. The King's Cat was lying on an old box. Bruce Wayne was lying across the room from her, also tied up.
"Where are we?" she said over to Wayne.
"I know just as much as you do right now," Wayne's deep voice said.
"Where is mothball?" she asked.
"I believe that he's out of the room making a call to the authorities. Declaring the price of our ransom, no doubt." Wayne frowned as he tried getting out of his chains.
Wayne was totally different than what she had expected. Supposedly he was a dumb playboy who fell into riches due to a death in the family. To her he was supposed to be 20 years older and completely out of shape, similar to the millionaires she's encountered in California.
"I know Batman from previous times I've had to go through this and know that he's not into partners or fans so who exactly are you?" he asked.
"I'm Batgirl," she said looking down.
"Couldn't get a job anywhere else so you applied for crime fighting, huh? Looks like you're doing a pretty good job, so far." Wayne snickered.
" I probably have more experience against villains that Batman and Superman have combined." She bragged.
"Right. Then why couldn't you have taken out a practical no name bad guy like Killer Moth tonight?" he said as he tugged away at his chains.
"Well I didn't see your 'ole chum' Batman do anything to get you out of the predicament. In fact, where exactly was he? He should have been on guard, with the whole King Tut Cat being displayed for the first time. Any crime fighter should know that the Cat has magical powers to it."
"Magical powers? Now I see why you are Bat GIRL. I'm always up for a good argument but I think we need to find a way to get out of this situation." He said tugging away at the chains on his hands.