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.
“I agree. Got any plans? You are the millionaire genius and I’m just an innocent little girl?”
“Actually…” Bruce said as he raised an eyebrow.
“Listen Mr. Thorne, I have Lady Shiva on the phone offering 40.5 - Lex Luthor faxed me saying he’ll give me 35 in gold - and I got an e-mail from Ra’s people saying they’ll give me 45 and a bath in some lake. This item is hot and I’ll get it to you for 43 million if you say yes right now. All of the major powers want this Cat in their hands. Rumor has it that it has some mystical power that will give any man eternal happiness. Then again, maybe I’ll keep it….. All right Rupey, just call me back. Preferably before it’s off the market which will be soon.”
The Killer Moth took off his solid metal mask and smiled as he turned began to dial again.
“Get Commissioner Gordon, right now…. Commissioner I have what you want and you have what I want. I’ll give you Wayne, only if you give me $100,000,000 and Batman to deliver it. Just me and the Bats, mono y mono that rematch I waited 25 months in Arkham for….. I don’t care if you can’t find him now! You better find him or I’ll have a Bar B Que with Mr. Wayne and some young bitch! I don’t need the money, I’m getting enough to fulfill me for many years by selling this Cat, so either get the Batman or get two funerals. It’s your choice. The economy of Gotham can’t survive with out Wayne. They need him more than they do a caped lunatic .You have thirty minutes to call me back.”
Moth, opened a silver suitcase and smiled. It was his new flame gun that he hadn’t planned on testing, yet he needed to use it with his only other one broken. He opened the door to the storage room to see how his hostages were doing.
Directly in front of him was the unbelievably sexy Batgirl, lying down with her hands tied behind her back. Although he was mentally unstable, he never thought of committing rape. Trying to find passion was hard, while keeping his face away from public and developing a plan to rob a museum. To be truthful, the somewhat handsome “Killer Moth” had not been with a girl since his days on the High School football team. One night with a girl like her would make up for the lost time.
“Hello Batgrrrrrrl” he said rolling his tongue.
“Why hello, Mr. Moth. You look so handsome with your mask off.” She said as she moved her nearly perfect breasts higher into the air.
“Why don’t we take yours off so we can,” he paused, “ Hey where did the Cat go?!”
All of a sudden he felt a chain go around his deck and choke him slowly. It was Bruce Wayne, before he could pull up his gun he saw the costumed girl get up. She had moved her arms around and her hands were the solid gold cat statute was held tightly in her hands. She violently hit him over the head with it, knocking him out of conscience.
Bruce quickly picked up the gun and walked over to Batgirl.
“Lift up your arms and close your eyes.” He said and she replied. He pulled the trigger and it shot out a long thin blue flame, quickly sending the chains to the ground. He handed her the gun. “Now you do me.”
“Alright but if you end up with any amputated limbs, I didn’t warn you.” She said shooting a blast quickly breaking the chains. She grinned but his face was emotionless.
“Any idea how we get out of here?” he said looking around.
She thought of using the magic spell, yet it would be too dangerous giving a secret to a global billionaire. “Not a clue. Guess we’ll have to wait it out until Commissioner Gordon comes and finds us.”
“As much faith as I have in Gordon, I believe that it will be a challenge for the police to find us with out Batman,” Bruce said.
“Wait, how do you know that Batman isn’t in town?” Batgirl said slyly.
“Um… Well I saw it on the news. He’s in err India.” Bruce said.
“ That’s funny, he made the front page on today’s paper for stopping a robbery.” She said confused.
“Guess he knows how to get around,” Bruce said pacing around. “It’s lucky he has you to watch over the cat, though.”
Buffy picked up the cat and looked at it. It was nothing special. It had no extraordinary feeling, compared to the other artifacts that contained powers of mass destruction that she had encountered.
“I guess. Wander why it’s so expensive? Especially to super villains.”
“I had dinner with the curator of the museum this evening. I fell asleep with my eyes open but got some of the facts in. It’s 100% gold, with emerald eyes and although the legend says it was owned by Tut the historians know for a fact that it was made during his time.”
“I’m no expert but this gold isn’t worth the millions Mothball was planning on making.”
Bruce grabbed the gold cat from her hand. Something felt weird by holding it for the first time. “Part of the legend was that Tut found a cat when he was a young man and it gave him an unspeakable power that made him extremely propitious. When the cat died he had it dipped in gold and any man who has held the cat in his hands has become very fortunate.”
Buffy only listened to half of the words Bruce had said. She began to notice the billionaire’s body. His strong jaw line, his blue eyes, the smell of his cologne or aftershave, one of the two.
“So how fortunate do you feel to have the cat in your hands right now?” she smirked.
“More than you will ever know.” he simply fastened his hands on her ankles and pulled, her legs. He leaned over her, resting his body on top of her. In every way she wanted him to take her.
"We shouldn't-"
He placed a fingertip to her lips. "No more talking. Just feel." Bruce slowly brought his mouth to hers. His lips nibbled at hers. His tongue teased the seam of her tightly closed mouth. Although she hadn’t kissed many men in her life, this was the most sensual, erotic she had ever had. This melding of mouths. This complete surrender to another being. Making love could be much more intimate. His tongue was inside her mouth, exploring her. He stroked her tongue, urging it to caress his in turn.
When he pulled his mouth from her, he leaned back to gaze down on her flushed face. Bruce moved himself against her, pushing his knee between her thighs. His hand played with a strand of dark red hair.
She quickly began to un button the shirt of his tux as he began to rub her moist cunt through the spandex. He was locked into her eyes as she was locked into his. They kissed again Although they still had their clothes on, they began to grind against each other. Barbara felt the bulge in his pants rub through her spandex. She was already in a state of nirvana.
He broke the kiss. “Who are you?” he said.
“Batgirl,” she smirked.
He caressed her hair. “No really. Who are you.” He said and suddenly he began to pull on her mask.
Buffy quickly moved his arm away and knocked him in the jaw. She wanted him, yet she didn’t want her Uncle finding out that she was Batgirl, or involved in any sort of trouble.
“I have a right to secrecy and anyways, I don’t think that’s what should be your main concern right now.” She said eyeing the massive hard on he had while rubbing it with her glove.
She began to unbuckle his belt and pulled down his pants, he wore boxers contrary to his belief that he wore boxers. She licked her lips got on her knees, ready to orally pleasure the billionare playboy. As she tugged on the boxers he quickly bent down and pulled up his pants and became to buckle his belt.
“What’s wrong?” she said.
“I think I heard the police, they’re here.” He said.
“Not into voyeurism I take it?” she said.
“Maybe I’ll take a rain check.” He said as he buttoned up his shirt.
Through the door with a SWAT team behind him was Commissioner Gordon. He saw The Killer Moth on the ground, completely unconscious.
“Bruce, thank god that you’re alive. I was really worried this time around.” He said as the SWAT team took away the felon.
“I guess it wouldn’t have been possible had Batgirl saved me. I guess Batman’s found a new partner and Gotham’s found another hero.” He said.
Acoo Aqua LaVidan
“Well she must be working with Batman. She has similar traits as him.” Jim smiled. Bruce turned around to see that Batgirl wasn’t in the room anymore.
“Guess so,” Bruce said scratching his head.
“Not only do I get one of my closest friends back but I see the cat is in perfect condition. You know my niece, Barbara, is in town from California for awhile. Anyways she’s getting a college degree sooner or later and maybe she could work under you after college. A charming young lady, I’d really appreciate it if you could make it to dinner.”
“I guess I could fit a short dinner in, Jim.”
“Great Barbara will be thrilled that she gets to meet you.”
too be continued……