Cape And Cowl
 The Erotic Adventures of Supergirl and Batgirl
               by Ann Douglas


The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes
of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted
by DC Comics. This story is intended for the non-commercial
enjoyment of fans and should be considered a parody . No
copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be made
from the distribution of this story.




        “Mayday ... Mayday ... Mayday...”  the pilot of the small jet
said in a controlled voice as he struggled with the controls of the
crippled aircraft.  “This is Gotham Air Two-Zero-Niner declaring
an emergency!”   


        Those simple words brought fear to the heart of Jim Lee. 
In all his twelve years of flying, including almost a hundred combat
missions during the Gulf War, he’d never had to declare an
emergency.  Three minutes ago, just as he’d made the leisurely turn
that would line his plane up for the approach into Washington’s
National Airport, a sudden explosion had ripped through the
starboard engine.


        Thousands of hours of flying time helped avert any sense of
panic as he quickly increased power to the port engine and tried to
keep the aircraft intact long enough to make an emergency landing.


        “Brace yourself.”  he said to the smartly dressed young
woman who occupied the co-pilot’s seat.  “This is going to be a little
rough.”  Lee added, trying to be reassuring.


        In the split second he had spared to look into the emerald
eyes of his sole passenger, Captain Lee had been surprised to see
no trace of fear in the redhead.  It was as if the young woman 
faced life or death situations all the time, secure in her
acceptance of an uncontrollable fate.  In a way it made him feel
more secure as well.  The last thing he needed right now was a
hysterical right-seater.


        Glancing up from the instrument panel and then out the
window, Jim’s eyes fixed on the rapidly growing image of the
Woodrow Wilson Bridge.  Rapidly he ran the numbers though his
head and a small smile filled his face.  Once they cleared the
bridge, which he judged they would be able to do, they were home
free.


        “Almost there...”  he said as the altimeter continued to drop.  


        What measure of confidence he felt, evaporated in a second
as the airframe suddenly rocked once again.  Jerking his head to
the left, a look of horror filled his face as he saw the small jagged
hole that now appeared in the port engine.     


        “Oh shit.”  he whispered, all color drained from his face.


        “We’re not going to make it, are we?”  the redhead said, no
longer worried about breaking the pilot’s concentration.


        Jim Lee’s eyes glanced down at the now spinning altimeter
and the bridge before them. They were dropping like a rock.  It
was no longer a matter of clearing the bridge.  If anything, they’d
be lucky if they didn’t take out a dozen cars when they crashed
into it.


        Resigned that there was nothing more that he could do, he
turned and faced his passenger.  No sound issued from his lips, but
the look of resignation in his eyes was all the silent answer she
needed.  Just as quietly, the 26 year old mouthed a prayer that
the end would be instantaneous.
        
        Suddenly. Incomprehensibly.  The encompassing view of the
bridge suddenly dropped below the horizon as the small aircraft
rose once more into the sky.  It took a moment for the two of
them to realize they were still alive.  It was a dozen more
heartbeats before they dared considered asking themselves how
could they be with both engines destroyed. 


        Before they could say a word to each other, they found
themselves on the ground at National Airport.  Instinct took over
and they quickly exited the aircraft, right into the arms of the
emergency crews that were already surrounding it.


        “I guess it’s safe now to ask...”  the young woman said.  “Why
aren’t we dead?”


        The answer came in the form of an athletic blonde haired
woman who walked out from under the damaged starboard wing. 
5’7” and about 120 lbs, she wore a tight fitting blue shirt which
topped a red skirt and matching red boots.  A equally bright red
cape draped across her shoulders. Situated across her rounded
breasts was an irregular red and yellow pentagon with a stylized
"S" in it.


        “Supergirl!”  the redhead exclaimed.


        “Are the two of you all right?”  the Girl of Steel asked as
she reached the front of the plane.  “I didn’t have much time to be
gentle if I was going to keep you from becoming an unwelcome
decoration on a National Monument.”


        “We’re fine, and thankful beyond words.”  Jim said as he
stepped forward and extended his hand out in welcome. “Jim Lee,
pilot and from now on, your number one fan.”


        “That’s better than any reward.”  Supergirl smiled as she
accepted his outstretched hand.


        “And let me add my own thanks.”  the woman in the
conservative business suit said as she reached out as well. “Barbara
Gordon.”


        Automatically, Supergirl shifted her attention to Barbara as
she had done with a thousand thankful recipients before. 
Abruptly, the Kryptonian froze as she focused on the attractive
young woman for the first time.


        Barbara noticed the sudden pause, unsure what to make of
it. She waited a few moments, then asked.


        “Is something wrong?”


        “I’m sorry.” Supergirl said, snapping out of her momentary
daze.  “I thought you looked familiar, that’s all.”


        “Maybe you saw me on CSPAN.”  Barbara replied.  “Although
as Gotham City’s most junior Congresswoman I usually get on
opposite most of the late night lineup.”


        “Congresswoman Gordon, of course.”  Supergirl smiled.  “I’ve
read some of your speeches.  They were very impressive.”


        “I’m flattered.”  Barbara said.


        “Well I’m just glad I was able to be here when you had your
accident.”  Supergirl said as she began her own well rehearsed
speech. “The country needs people like you.”


        “I’m glad you were as well.”  Barbara replied.  “But I’m afraid
it was definitely not an accident.”


        “I don’t understand.”  Supergirl said.


        “One engine exploding is an accident.”  Barbara explained. 
“Two is a statistical anomaly.”


        With that, the Girl of Steel turned and focused her amazing
vision on the twisted remains under both wings.  Layer by layer,
inch by inch, she surveyed the mangled metal. 


        “I’m afraid you’re right.”  she reported.  “I’m picking up
almost untraceable amounts of explosive residue.  They’d be
invisible under normal investigation.”


        “I’d expect that.”  Barbara said, amazingly calm for someone
discussing what was supposed to be the instrument of her own
death. “If we’d gone down into the Potomac, as was undoubtedly
planned, it would’ve been written up as a tragic, inexplicable
accident.”


        “You sound like you have a good idea who planted those
explosives.”  Supergirl said.


        “Not enough to convince the FBI.”  the Congresswoman
replied.  “Not even with two other members of Congress having had
similar, more fatal accidents in the last eight months.”


        “Well I’m not the FBI.”  Supergirl said, suddenly very
interested.  “Convince me.”


        “I’m afraid I don’t have any real proof.”  Barbara went on.  “I
just find it too coincidental that both of them and I were on that
fact finding trip to Qurac last year.  The one that led to
Congress’s resolution condemning Qurac for exporting acts of
terrorism.”


        “Qurac, that’s a nasty bunch.”  Supergirl noted.  “But
wouldn’t simply blowing up your plane be more their style.”


        “That’s true.”  Barbara agreed.  “But what information I’ve
been able to come by suggests that this is a contract job.  A group
of mercenaries led by a woman called the Crimson Rose.”


        “I’ve heard of her.”  Supergirl replied.  “As bad as the
Quraci’s are, she’s worse.”


        “Definitely.”  Barbara agreed.  “And this is exactly her style. 
She wanted us to know that we were going to die.  She gets off on
the fear she creates in others.”


        
        Supergirl took a few steps away, lost in thought for a few
moments.  She had only planned to be in Washington for a few
hours, just long enough to drop off a heart for a transplant at
George Washington University Hospital.  Now she had a new goal.


        “If you’re right, you can be certain that she doesn’t suffer
defeat gladly.”  Supergirl noted.


        “In order words, I should expect another attempt ... and
soon.”  Barbara agreed.


        “Exactly.”  Supergirl said with determination.  “And when
they do, I’ll be there.”
        
        A look of concern flashed across Barbara’s face.  For some
reason, the prospect of having the Girl of Steel as a bodyguard
seemed to bother her.  A strange reaction for someone whose life
was in obvious danger.


        “I’m afraid that’s not a good idea.”  Barbara said.  “I can’t
really explain why, but I  can’t let people think I’m running away
from what everyone tells me is an overactive imagination.”


        The Congresswoman’s heart was racing, Supergirl noted.  A
tell tale sign that she was hiding much more that she was telling. 
Still it was her business, her life.  She couldn’t be forced to accept
a bodyguard.


        “I assume you don’t have any objection to my spending a few
days in Washington and taking a little look around?”  Supergirl
asked.


        “Of course not.”  Barbara smiled, a smile that hid many
secrets.


        With that, the Maid of Might was gone.






        Ten minutes later, Supergirl found herself drifting among
the clouds.  Barbara Gordon had made quite an impression on her
for a number of reasons.  Even if there hadn’t been an attempt on
her life, she would’ve wanted to find some reason to spend a little
time around Washington and try to get to know her better.  Kara
had been taken aback when she first saw the Congresswoman.  Not
that Barbara would have any way of knowing it, but she was almost
a twin for Supergirl’s first lover.  At least what the Kryptonian
thought her friend Zara would have looked like if she’d had the
chance to grow into womanhood.  


        Sadly, among all the children of Argo City, only Kara Zor-El,
known to the people of Earth as Supergirl, had the chance to grow
to adulthood.  The children of Argo, like their parents, had died
when a thousand meteor fragments had shattered the protective
shield around their small spaceborne city some eight years past. 
Only her father’s foresight to have constructed an escape rocket,
patterned after the one that brought her cousin Superman to
Earth years earlier, had enabled her to survive.


        It hadn’t been easy adjusting to life on Earth.  Unlike her
cousin who had come to this alien world as an infant, Kara had lived
the first 15 of her 24 years as a normal, that is non-super girl. 
Although taken to heart by the people of Earth as one of their
super powered protectors, Supergirl had felt apart from them in
many ways, especially in those relating to love.     


        Relationships are hard when you can, as the saying goes,
bend steel in your bare hands.  Actually, as Supergirl had
corrected herself many times, it was difficult when you were a
woman and had abilities far beyond those of mortal men -- or
women.  


        It had been almost two years since Supergirl had her last
serious love, Susan Wienczorkowski.  An officer on Metropolis’s
Special Crime Units, she had died in the line of duty while, Kara
was halfway around the world fighting a fire that had already
devastated half a town in Germany.  The loss had hit Supergirl
hard and for a time she blamed herself for not being there when it
mattered.  But with time, she finally accepted the counsel of her
older and more experienced cousin.  You can’t save everyone, he
constantly reminded her.  Not even when the one you can’t help, is
the one that matters the most.


        After that, Kara had little success with either men or
women -- contenting herself with a series of meaningless flings.  It
was funny, she sometimes considered, how many of them had
occurred with fellow costumed adventurers.  It had to have
something to do with the life style.  


        The most interesting of these brief relationships, she
thought, had been with J’onn J’onzz.  Known to the public at large
as the Martian Manhunter, he was also an alien visitor to this
world.  With a compatible humanoid physiology, J’onn was perhaps
the second most physically powerful man on the planet.  Her cousin
Kal occupied the first position.  Unlike Superman, on whom she had
once turned her x-ray vision on one night out of curiosity, J’onn
had a 10” cock that was as thick as a baseball bat.  That being the
case, who cared if it was green.


        It had been fun while it lasted. The relationship had paled
however outside of the bedroom.  By Earth calendars, Kara had
been 22 years old at the time.  J’onn, according to those same
human measurements, was almost a century old.  They just couldn’t
relate to each other very well once they were out from under the
sheets.


        Still she ached for another relationship that would again
send her heart afire with excitement.  Whatever instincts she had,
told her that Barbara was that type of woman who could do that. 
From the very first moment she seen her, she seemed the
embodiment of every woman she had ever desired.  Even now she
could still savor the scent of her perfume, a delightful flowery
aroma that conjured up images of virgin gardens and lost summer
nights.


        Of course she reminded herself, there could be a dozen
flaws in her thinking.  On the top of the list, the very strong
possibility that Barbara might not be interested in other women --
a very common trait for women of this culture.  Unlike her native
Krypton where gender was less important than feelings.  


        But those were questions for later.  First she had to find
the ruthless bitch who wanted to see her new infatuation dead. 
After thinking about it a few minutes, she knew exactly how to
track her down. 




        Soft as a feather, Kara set down on the top ledge of an
apartment building across from the Quraci Embassy.  By
international law, the large red brick building just a few hundred
feet away was protected by territorial sovereignty -- literally it
was a piece of Qurac.  Diplomatic immunity protected both the
inhabitants and what ever secrets the hundreds of file cabinets
within might contain.  All of which meant absolutely nothing to the
determined young woman standing in the warm afternoon breeze.   


        The Quraci Embassy had been protected from unwanted
surveillance by several million dollars worth of security
precautions, both human and electronic.  All of this was useless
against a person with x-ray vision, super-hearing and almost
unlimited patience.  


        Floor by floor, office by office, Supergirl scanned each
carefully guarded secret.  In addition, every incoming and outgoing
phone call was as clear as if Kara was an invited participant.  It was
only a matter of time before she found the particular secret she
sought.




        Barbara Gordon finally returned to her apartment in
downtown Washington.  With the almost crash as the lead on the
evening news, the FBI finally took an interest in the case. In fact,
the President himself had called to ask about her condition.  But all
of it had been merely political showmanship.  The agents who had
interviewed her and Jim showed no real interest in her theories
concerning the Quraci’s.  After all, to them she was still only a
temporary Congresswoman, appointed to fill out an unexpired term. 
She hadn’t even been elected in her own right. 


        Rest assured, the men in the dark suits and sunglasses had
told her, the entire resources of the federal government would be
put behind the search for what really happened. Then they had
sent her on her way, certain that their interest wouldn’t last
longer than the next day’s evening news.  


        Checking in with her office, Barbara had been likewise
reassured by Tim Murray, the chief of staff she had inherited
from the late departed Congressman Stephen Jefferson, that
everything was under control and there wasn’t even any need for
her to stop by.  For perhaps the hundredth time, Barbara promised
herself that if she did manage to get elected in her own right in 
November, there were going to be major changes in that office.  


        Right now however, she had more important things on her
mind.  The people who wanted her dead were still out there.  If she
thought about it, she knew that any other member of Congress
would’ve quickly gone into hiding, demanding FBI or Secret Service
protection as they did. 


        That wasn’t her style.  Barbara Gordon had fought her own
battles all of her life. Most of them in situations that few of her
colleagues could’ve ever imagined.


        Moving into the bedroom, the tall redhead quickly stripped
off her business suit and the equally conservative undergarments
beneath them.  Standing in only her panties in front of the dresser
mirror, the Gothamite was reminded that periods of extreme
danger had always left her incredibly aroused.  Todays near fatal
incident had been no different.  


        Gently she ran one hand across the lightly covered red bush
between her legs while her other hand laid across her breasts. 
The lean athletic form the 26 year old had worked so hard to
develop back in high school and college was still very much in
evidence. Her breasts weren’t very large, but they stood on their
own without support.  Many times over the years she’d been told
they were near perfect globes.  She played with the pert nipples
for a few moments, smiling as they sprang to life.  They had always
been very sensitive and given her current state of arousal, it took
only a soft touch to bring them to erectness. 


        Barbara lost herself in the sensation of her own touch.  Eyes
tightly closed, she slid her hands down across her breasts one last
time and over her flat stomach. Coming to a rest when they
reached the small white triangle between her legs. Using both
hands, she rubbed against the soft material.  A soft sigh escaped
her lips in response to her caress. 


        Sliding her fingers beneath the waistband of her panties,
she provided a deeper touch.  Now Barbara’s breaths came in
shorter gasps as she slid first one, then two fingers inside of
herself. In due time a third finger would follow.
        Faster, deeper she rubbed, manipulating


her clit and covering her long, slender fingers with her wetness.
Eventually the small cloth of her underwear became too restrictive
and was also discarded.  A few more minutes of play brought forth
a small but enjoyable climax.  Yet in the quiet aftermath of her
pleasure she knew it to be an empty reward.
         
        She hadn’t had a lover since leaving Gotham City some eleven
months ago.  Sure the work she was trying to do was important,
she kept telling herself.  More important than anything she could
accomplish back home.  Yet this was a strange city where being in
the public eye meant you had little or no private life.  There were
times she regretted taking the appointment when it was offered to
her.  One of the most common times was when she crawled into bed
each night alone.  She had grown very tired of only having a piece
of plastic and a few D cells as her only company.


        Not that there weren’t a great deal of men around her all
the time.  She was, in truth, quite an attractive woman.  But it
hadn’t taken more than a few innocent dates for her to learn that
most of them were more interested in the Congresswoman in front
of her name and what that title could do for them. Reluctantly she
had pushed her social life aside and concentrated instead on
learning the ropes on her new job.  Only to be checked at almost
every turn by her own staff.  Give it time, they kept telling her. 
You have to learn how to walk before you can run. 


        Her social life wasn’t the only thing Barbara had left behind
in Gotham.  Unknown to all but a select few, especially those who
had proposed her selection to replace Congressman Jefferson,
there was quite another facet of her personality.  One which would
have made them reconsider their opinion that she was a safe
candidate that would simply toe the party line until they could get
a professional on the ballot.


        “Screw them all!”  Barbara shouted to the empty air as she
finally lost her temper.  


        A fiery rage flushed though her body as she stormed into
the bathroom and turned on the hot water in the shower.  A
thousand thoughts raced through her mind as she stood under the
rushing water, washing away the grime of the day’s adventure.  The
central theme of her train of thought was that someone had tried
to kill her today -- now what was she going to do about it.  


        Quickly drying herself once out of the shower, she
concluded that there was little that Congresswoman Gordon could
do.  A much older one -- one a great deal more dynamic however,
was quickly replacing that aspect of her personality.


        
        “I guess I wasn’t making as much of a difference as I
thought.”  the naked beauty thought as she stepped into the
bedroom, realizing that she had already made her decision.


        Moving to the red brick wall that the builders had left when
they remodeled the old building, Barbara reached up and pressed
the center brick on the top row.  Silent servos came to life as the
brick wall separated in two, forming an entranceway to a concealed
room beyond.


        When she had first made the decision to relocate to
Washington, Bruce Wayne had offered her this apartment in one
of the buildings owned by Wayne Enterprises.  He had explained
about the hidden room and how she could use it to hide that which
she wanted to keep away from prying eyes.  At the time, she’d
laughed at the idea that she would drag her past along with her as
she set out on what she termed a great adventure.  Still, to humor
Bruce, she had allowed him to set up the room in case she ever
needed it.  Now it seemed that Bruce had known her better than
she knew herself.  


        Not that she found that thought very surprising as she
stepped into the inner chamber and the entrance closed behind
her.  People had been underestimating Bruce Wayne for twenty
years. To the world at large, he alternated between the image of a
playboy and the head of one of world’s leading industrial giants. 
What few had ever saw, because he didn’t wish them to see, was
that beneath those dual guises he wore another mantle.  The
mantle of the bat.  Bruce Wayne, was the scourge of Gotham’s
underworld known as The Batman.


        As the lights of the small antechamber grew to life, the
paraphernalia around her gave testament to the fact that like
Bruce, Barbara had also worn the mantle of the bat.  For the last
few years, Barbara Gordon had been Batgirl.  


        The room around her was almost an exact duplicate of the
one she had designed herself in her original apartment back home. 
Bruce was good for that, recreating familiar surroundings.  He’d
even had the main rooms of his family’s suburban estate recreated
on the top floors of the Wayne Tower when he shifted his
operations to downtown Gotham.


        A small dresser contained a collection of plain white sports
bras and panties.  Barbara had never really checked before but
discovered that both were exactly her size.  That was another
thing that Bruce was really good at estimating.  


        As she put them on, Barbara slightly regretted that she
never really took the time to find out what else Bruce was really
good at. Of course that was the state of arousal talking she knew. 
There was no way she could’ve had an affair with Bruce Wayne.
Not after she’d already had a somewhat brief one with the junior
partner of the Dynamic Duo - Robin.  


        Adjusting the straps of her bra, Barbara remembered how
nice it had felt to have the younger man in her bed those many
mornings after they’d gone on patrol together.  It was a pity that
the relationship had faded after he left for college.  


        “Time to put all those thoughts behind you.”  a little voice
reminded her as she shifted into what she used to call “combat
mode.” 


        With a  practice that came back so naturally, Barbara
quickly donned the purple and gold costume she had made what now
seemed a lifetime ago.  Of course this wasn’t the same one she had
worn on her first night as Batgirl.  Batman had long ago replaced
that uniform with one that incorporated the very latest in
lightweight body armor.  


        The soft feel of lycra against her chest brought back a rush
of pleasant memories.  How could she ever have thought she could
leave all of this behind.   


        Carefully she adjusted the gold utility belt around here
waist.  There was no need to check each compartment.  She knew
each one would contain a duplicate of what was in her original
arsenal.  That, or an updated improvement.


        Finally, to complete the transformation, Barbara reached
for the tight purple and black cowl that rested on a styrofoam
head.  Back in her early days of the Darknight Damsel, she’d worn a
long haired red wig underneath the cowl to hide her own short
locks.  Now her own natural hair was more than long enough to take
the wig’s place.


        Once cowl and cape were securely locked in place, the
transformed Congresswoman stood before the large full sized wall
mirror.  


        “This is what I was born to do.”  she said to the reflection of
the crime-fighter.  “I’m never going to make the mistake of leaving
it behind again.”   


        
        Opening the laptop that Bruce had left her, Batgirl quickly
logged on to the secure link with the massive Batcave computers. 
Nimble fingers played across the keyboard as the files on the
Crimson Rose filled the screen.  Waynetech was the fourth largest
computer software company in the world and in each program was a
sub-routine that allowed Batman access to any system that used it. 
If there was a clue as to where to begin her search, it would be
there.


        Quickly, the costumed adventurer read the information on
the woman who so wanted her dead.  26 years old, the Crimson
Rose had been born Sumiko Tabuchi in a small village on the island
of Hokkaido, Japan.  Daughter of an American soldier and his bar
girl lover, she had been left to grow up in the streets after her
mother had simply gone out one day when she was 16 and never
returned.  By the time she was 18, the lithe teenager was already
responsible for a half dozen murders and had acquired a reputation
that impressed the local crime lord enough to accept her into his
organization.  Speculation was that the old man had also taken her
as a lover but the only fact that was sure was that within two
years the old man was dead and she was queen of his organization
at the age of 20.  


        By 22 she had branched out into the world of international
assassination and for the last four years had been one of the
premier killers for hire.  Sumiko had acquired a taste for the
finest things in life as well as a fatalistic belief that everyday
might be her last.  It was an important aspect of her personality
according to Batman’s notes added to the bottom of the file.  If
anything, she was more apt to hide in plain sight than hole up in
some hidden bolt hole.


        The file also contained one of the few photographs of the
Crimson Rose.  Taken back in the days when she was just Sumiko
Tabuchi, she looked to be about 16 in the picture.  Even then, the
eyes held both a fierce defiance as well as the spark of hidden
intelligence.  If you took the time to really look at them, you
wouldn’t be fooled by the outer appearance -- that of a street
urchin.  


        Reading over Batman’s personal notes once more, Batgirl
reflected how good it felt to be in costume again.  It had been a
long time.  One thought led to another and she recalled the night
she had worn it for what she had then believed would be the last
time.
        
        It was one of those nights were nothing was going right. 
She had just ended her relationship with Robin days before and
had gone on patrol alone.  Responding to a silent alarm at the
Gotham Museum, she had interrupted a robbery in progress.  The
two low caliber thugs who had tripped the alarm systems went
down without her breaking a sweat. She had just finished tying the
two of them up when the lights went out.        


        “Who’s there?”  Batgirl called out as she spun around in the
dark.


        The only response was a soft feminine laugh.  Followed a
moment later by the muffled sound of a pair of boots hitting the
floor. Batgirl turned in the direction of the noise but before she
could do anything, a blinding light exploded in her eyes.


        Batgirl’s disorientation only lasted a few seconds, but it was
enough for the new arrival to grab her from behind and slip a silken
cord around her wrists, pulling it tight.  She heard the laugh once
more and then the overhead lighting came on once again.
        
        Illuminated by the twin rows of track lighting that covered
the opposite walls, her assailant stood revealed.  Clad in a skintight
dark purple jumpsuit that looked like it had been literally poured
onto her body, the intruder also wore a tight fitting cowl with
small cat ears.  Up to this moment, Batgirl had only seen her in
pictures, but there was little doubt to her identity.


        "You're the Catwoman!"  she said in an excited voice.


        "Congratulations.  Did you figure that out all by yourself?” 
Catwoman laughed.


        Confidently, the purple clad huntress strode over to where
Batgirl had left the inept thieves.  Slowly she shook her head and
lamented on the sorry class of criminals these days.


        “Wouldn’t you just know it.”  she said as she walked over to
the large glass case where a priceless and rare Egyptian cat
emerald was on display.  “I spend over a week casing this place.
Then two hours hiding out after closing in a very uncomfortable
spot.  Finally an hour bypassing all of the alarms, only to have one
of these idiots trip the last of them less than ten seconds before
they would’ve been inactive.  Some days you just can’t win.”


        Picking up one of the flashlights the bungling burglars had
dropped, Catwoman swung it in a wide arc and smashed open the
display case.   


        “Sometimes the simplest solutions are the best.”  she
grinned as she reached into the case and picked up the gemstone.  


        Dropping her prize into a small bag attached to her belt,
Catwoman moved over to Batgirl, stopping when their faces were
only a few inches apart.


        “I hear you’ve been screwing the junior Batman.”  she said. 
“I admire your taste.  He’s both cute and a pretty nice fuck.”


        Batgirl didn’t know what to answer.  Her only thought was
that if public knowledge of her relationship with Robin had reached
that far, then she had ended it just in time.


        “I was his first, I don’t know if he told you that.” she
whispered in Batgirl’s ear.  “So every time he gets you off.  Every
time you feel his tongue in your pussy.  Think of me cause I’m the
one who showed him how it was done.”


        Then without warning, Catwoman grabbed the back of
Batgirl’s cowl and pulled their faces together.  Batgirl was startled
by the abrupt feel of Catwoman’s lips against her own, then by the
even more unanticipated touch of her tongue as it invaded her
mouth.


        The kiss was endless as Catwoman seemed to radiate more
lust in a fully clothed kiss than many lovers did naked in bed. 
Barbara was only dimly aware of the feel of the feline fatale’s
hands as they cradled her lycra covered breasts. 


        “It’s a pity that time is so short and the police so near.” 
Catwoman purred.  “I’d really love to show you how it’s done as well. 
I’ve always had a thing for redheads.”


        One more brief kiss and she was gone, leaving a Batgirl both
embarrassed and tantalizingly aroused.  




        That same night, ironically enough only four blocks away,
Congressman Stephen Jefferson was entertaining an important
constituent in his private apartment in the Gotham Royal.  Her
measure of importance was increasing by the moment as the 52
year old legislator pressed his cock harder and harder into her
young almost hairless pussy.  Her name was Bobbie Joe Wilson and
she had just passed her 17th birthday a week before.  She had
met the Congressman at a political rally for, ironically enough,
Citizens For A More Moral Government.  She was looking forward
to casting her first ever vote for him when he came up for
re-election the following year. 


        The amply endowed brunette didn’t realize at that moment,
that she would have more of an impact on that election than anyone
else in her district.  Four minutes later, just as he was about to
explode into what he had judged to be the tightest little snatch
he’d ever had since his navy days in the Philippines some 30 years
before, Stephen Jefferson instead suffered what doctors later
referred to as massive coronary failure.  Lost in her own climax,
Bobbie Jo didn’t realize that the man atop her wasn’t moving
anymore for quite some time.  Then the sound of her screams
reached throughout the surrounding floors of the upscale
apartment house. 
        
        It was decided at the highest levels of the party that in
order to gloss off the circumstances of Jefferson’s death as
smoothly as possible, it would be necessary to appoint someone as
acceptable as possible to fill out the rest of his term.  According
to tradition, they had first offered it to his now widowed wife --
who promptly told them where there could put their congressional
seat.  Still eager to make their announcement as soon after the
funeral services as possible, they had gone down a short list the
night before.  The first three of the names on it were unavailable. 
The forth had been Barbara Gordon.  In hindsight, they had
congratulated themselves.  Who would be more perfect to present
a good image than the daughter of Gotham’s own legendary police
commissioner.


        Overwhelmed by the honor, Barbara had immediately
accepted and put away her double persona for what she thought
would be the duration.
        




        Floor by floor, room by room, Supergirl continued her
clandestine observation.  Most of the activities at the embassy
were mundane in nature.  This changed dramatically as her search
reached the basement gym and the connecting locker rooms.  More
specifically, the showers reserved for female employees.  The Girl
of Steel was shocked to come across two women sharing a single
shower.  It was not only the shower they were sharing as they
proceeded to soap and caress each other’s naked form.


        It wasn’t the nature of the act the two olive skinned women
were so actively engaged in that surprised her.  After all, under
different circumstances, she might have been inclined to join them. 
Rather it was the fact that the two had been willing to take the
risk of discovery.  Qurac was the type of country where you could
find yourself put up against a wall for even harboring such desires
--  much less acting on them.  


        If Kara were to examine the two women’s purses in the
adjacent locker room, she would’ve discovered that the older of
the two was the embassies cultural attaché.  Slightly stocky in her
late 30’s, she had short brown hair that was just beginning to gray. 
Only 5’2”, she had a rounded body with plentiful mounds.  


        Her taller, much younger companion was a new addition to
her staff.  Recently graduated from an American University, she
had acquired certain desires there that had definitely not been
part of the curriculum her government had sent her there for. 
Tall and small breasted, with long black hair that stretched down
to below the buns of her ass, she really wasn’t Kara’s type. Still,
the Girl of Steel was impressed by the enthusiastic way the 22
year old dropped to her knees and began to work her tongue in
between the walls of her superior’s love canal.   


        As entertaining the show they were putting on was,
Supergirl has a job to do.  She started to shift her gaze up to the
first floor when she accidentally x-ray scanned the ventilation
system above the shower room.  She almost missed the small
camera hidden above the vent.  


        For a second as she spotted the spy device, Supergirl was
afraid the lovers had been found out and considered if she should
get them out of there. Then to her relief, she noticed that the
camera wasn’t hooked into the main security system.  Rather it was
tied into a small video tape unit also hidden in the air shaft.  


        “The hook up looks a little amateurish.”  the blonde
adventurer thought as she examined the unit a little closer.  “I
think I’ve come across someone’s home movie maker.”


        A few seconds of concentration increased the power of her
x-rays until the tape in the VCR began to smolder and then burst
into flames.  A small smile appeared on the corner of her mouth as
a cloud of smoke filtered out of the vent, drawing the attention of
the two women below.  


        Quickly they wrapped themselves with towels and ran for
help.  Hopefully, when the now melted recorder was found it would
result in their being more circumspect in the future.


        “Well that’s my good deed for the day.”  Kara grinned as she
shifted her gaze to another part of the Quraci consulate.




        “Klahid speaking”  Supergirl heard the chief of security say
as he answered the phone.


        The voice on the other end was female and it was perhaps
the five hundredth phone call Kara had monitored this afternoon. 
Hopefully this wouldn’t be another one of the security chief’s
seemingly endless parade of girlfriends.  The man seemed to have a
fetish for phone sex.  Not a bad thing by itself, but the man also
suffered from a terrible lack of imagination.
        “Gordon is still alive.” the female voice said.


        “You state the obvious.”  the security chief answered.


          Supergirl jumped up to her feet, she’d hit the jackpot. 
Every fiber of her being began to focus on the carrier wave of
that phone call.  One by one, she tuned out every extraneous sound
until the signal was all she heard.  Then, using abilities that few
could understand, she began to trace the line back to its origins. 
Twice she had lost it, then backtracked to find it again.  


        Mentally she superimposed the map of Washington over the
invisible trail.  It came to an end at one of the most exclusive
hotels in the city.  Specifically, the penthouse suite.  Not exactly
the place where you’d expect to find a terrorist cell.  Then again, 
Sumiko wasn’t your ordinary terrorist.


        “I’ll have this wrapped up by dinner.”  Supergirl thought as
she dropped off the ledge and arced upward into the sky.


        As the city passed beneath her, she imagined Barbara
Gordon’s response when she told her that Sumiko was safely behind
bars and no longer her concern.




        “It wasn’t my fault that space-bitch interfered.”  the tall
dark haired woman shouted into the phone.  “If it wasn’t for her,
Gordon would be fish food by now.  Trust me, there will be ...”   


        The sound of shattering glass cut off her next words as
Supergirl came crashing through the large French doors that led
out to the balcony.  Without pause, she grabbed the two armed
men who were in the large living room and tossed them into the far
wall.  The impact robbed them both of the automatic weapons
they’d been carrying and their consciousness.


        “I’m afraid your conversation is going to be interrupted.” 
Supergirl said as she stood in the center of the room, her hands on
her waist.  “For about a hundred years or so seeing as how many
countries have warrants out on you.”


        “Supergirl!”  the beautiful Amerasian woman exclaimed
loudly as she dropped the phone and reached for the bright red
carry bag on a nearby table.


        “Sorry, that bag definitely doesn’t go with that dress.” 
Supergirl said as her eyes flashed red for a moment and the bag
burst into flames.      


        Sumiko recoiled from the sudden heat as whatever weapons
might have been in the bag were instantaneously transformed into
melted slag.  A string of curses, some of which were new even to
Supergirl, came out in rapid fire Japanese.  


        “Now now”,”  Supergirl said with a smile. “Such language
from a lady.”


        Sumiko stood 5’10” and amply filled out the expensive white
evening gown she was wearing.  Evidently she had plans for the
evening, plans which would now be somewhat changed.  


        When you’re nearly indestructible, it’s easy to become
overconfident.  So it was that Kara was paying more attention to
the deep crevice between Sumiko’s breasts than to the small hand
that moved across those mounds. With a sudden motion, the
Japanese woman ripped off the pendant around her neck and after
popping it open, tossed it to Supergirl.    


        “A present.”  she laughed chillingly.


        Too late Supergirl realized the danger as a sudden burst of
pain ripped through her body.  Her vision blurred as the Girl of
Steel felt her legs turn to rubber.  Unable to stand, she fell
forward. It was a pain she’d only felt twice before in her life, and
just before she lost consciousness she realized that the crystal in
the pendant had to be kryptonite.


        “I always thought one of you super types would eventually
come after me.”  Sumiko said as she stepped over Supergirl’s prone
body.  “I bought that little sparkler sometime back. Looks like it
was worth the half-million I paid for it.”


        Picking up one of the machine pistols her bodyguards had
dropped, she walked back to stand over her fallen foe.  A smile of
satisfaction filled her face as she charged the weapon and aimed it
at the back of Supergirl’s head.


        “From what I’ve been told, it only takes a few minutes
exposure to that rock to make you as vulnerable as anyone else.” 
Sumiko said as she visualized a cross-hair in the middle of Kara’s
golden locks. “It’s a pity you can’t be awake for this.  I’d love seeing
the look in your eyes as you see death’s wings take flight.”


        
        Now it was Sumiko’s overconfidence that proved her undoing. 
It was only at the last possible moment that she caught the motion
of purple and gold to her left before the full weight of Batgirl’s
110 lbs slammed into her body.  Still, that brief recognition of
danger was enough for Sumiko to pull back and deflect at least
some of the blow.  She even managed to hold onto the Uzi.  


        “This is my lucky day.”  Sumiko called out confidently as she
spun around and began to spray the room with gunfire.  “I get to
waste two of you bitches!”


        Batgirl barely ducked under the arc of fire as she dropped
down to the carpeted floor and quickly rolled over to the
unconscious Supergirl.  Disregarding her own immediate danger,
she reached out for the bright gold plated pendant.  Gloved fingers
closed on the small piece of jewelry, snapping it closed. Then in a
single fluid motion, Batgirl completed a body roll and tossed the
perilous trinket out to and over the now open balcony.


        “Die Bat-bitch!” Sumiko yelled as she slammed a fresh ammo
clip into the machine pistol and walked her shots across the floor.


        “Get it in gear Barbara!”  Batgirl’s inner voice cried out as
she pivoted in the other direction.  “Otherwise you’re going to
make the morning’s obituary page after all.”  


        Long months of inactivity took their toll as Batgirl’s reflexes
were just a little too slow.  The stream of bullets shattered a wall
length mirror, showering the gold caped crusader with hundreds of
tiny razor sharp fragments.  The few seconds she took to shield
her face were all Sumiko needed to trap her.


        “Bye bye bitch!”  she sneered.  “First you, then the blonde
girl scout over there.  Then that Gordon cunt can join you both in
hell.”


        “I think you forgot about something.”  Batgirl grinned right
back.


        “I don’t think so.”  came the confident response.


        The heartless killer did feel a brief flash of disappointment
that was reflected on her face.  She was so hoping that Batgirl,
like so many of her victims, would plead for her life. Where was
the fun in killing if you didn’t get to enjoy the fear it produced.


        “Surprise.” the soft fluid voice whispered into Sumiko’s ear.


        “What.....” she started to reply.


        Reaction came much too late as a blue covered arm reached
out and crushed the small snub nosed barrel of the machine pistol. 
If the terrorist pulled the trigger now, the weapon would explode
-- taking her hand with it.


        Sumiko’s attention diverted, Batgirl leapt to her feet and
produced a set of steel bat-cuffs from one of the back
compartments of her utility belt.  With practiced ease, she
grabbed the startled murderer and slammed the restraints around
her wrists.


        “Nice move.” Supergirl commented in a voice that only
partially hid the weakness she still felt.


        While the Kryptonian’s strength had begun to slowly return
as soon as the lethal gem had been removed, it would take time
before she was back at full strength.  As it was, the simple act of
crushing Sumiko’s weapon had exhausted her reserves.


        The sounds of gunfire had produced dozens of calls from
panicky hotel guests.  In response, a small legion of Washington’s
Finest had appeared at the door to the penthouse suite mere
minutes later.  It was a toss up which they found more surprising:
the devastation inflicted on the antique surroundings, or the
presence of the two women whom they had only thought of as
legends. 




        “Why don’t you take a few minutes in the next room to
compose yourself.”  Batgirl said to Supergirl in a low voice as the
police picked up the two bodyguards that the Girl of Steel has
disabled earlier.  


        “Good idea.”  Supergirl agreed.  “I only need a few minutes.”


        “Take whatever you need.”  Batgirl replied.  “I’ll deal with
everything out here.” 


        As Supergirl disappeared into one of the bedrooms, the
Captain in charge of the detail came up to Batgirl.  His men were
already leading Sumiko out of the room, trailing a litany of curses,
blood oaths and promises of retribution.  


        “Where did Supergirl go?”  the excited Captain asked in a
voice filled with hero worship.


        “Err...she needed some time to ... ”  Batgirl said, hesitating to
draw attention to the Maid of Might’s period of weakness.


        “Oh I understand.”  the police officer nodded knowingly,
thinking that Batgirl had motioned to the bathroom instead of the
bedroom next to it. “I guess you never really think of folks like you
having to do things like that. Just like the rest of us.”  


        Five minutes later, a much refreshed Supergirl emerged
from the bedroom.  The color was back in her face and she had a
reassuring confidence in her stride.  


        “Thanks.”  she smiled at Batgirl.


        
        “Supergirl, I can’t tell you what an honor it is to meet you.” 
the excited Captain said as he anxiously shook the Kryptonian’s
hand. “Billy Ryan.”  he added.


        Batgirl figured that it would be a good ten minutes before
the police officer finished with the Girl of Steel.  Not that she
really blamed him.  Batgirl had to admit that she felt a little of
that hero worship herself.   Sure she was Batgirl, but what was
that really worth.  An ordinary woman in a Halloween costume. 
Supergirl, she was like magic.  The woman could actually fly.  She
could move mountains.   She was actually from another world.


        There was a time when the scarlet tressed adventurer
would’ve asked herself why couldn’t she meet a guy like that. 
Lately however, Barbara had become more away of a growing
attraction to other women.  Deep down, she knew that those
attractions had always been there, but she was always afraid to
act on them.  Just before she had accepted the appointment as
Congresswoman, she had been on the verge of acting on those
feelings.  Then those desires, like so many other things, had been
put aside for the sake of her career. 




        “I wonder if Supergirl ever has feelings like that.”  Barbara
wondered as she imagined what the Girl of Steel looked like
without that costume.  “What a first time experience that would
be.” she mused.


        Super or not, Supergirl was still a woman.  Filled with the
same desires that every other woman had.  At least that was what
she’d said in an interview she had given Lois Lane when she’d first
appeared a few years back.  The story had appeared in the Sunday
edition of the Metropolis Daily Planet and Barbara had read a copy
of it at the Gotham Library.  Remembering the article, she also
recalled that Supergirl’s real name was Kara.  Both then and now,
she’d thought the name as beautiful as the woman.


        “I wonder what the odds are that she’s into women.”  Batgirl
mused as she admired the curve of the heroine’s ass. 


        That thought and the imagery that went with it only served
to add to the wetness that continued to grow between her legs. 


        “Listen to me.”  the cowled crusader thought.  “Two days ago
the idea of being with another woman was the furthest thing from
my mind.  Now a few hours as Batgirl again and I want to put the
make on the most desirable woman in the world.”




        One night, back in the early days of their relationship, Robin
and she had discussed the sexual habits of the world’s various
superheroes. They had been lying in bed, bathing in the warm
afterglow of a night of energetic lovemaking.  Some of it was
conjecture, some of it fact.  All of it entertaining.


        Robin had met many of the major heroes through his
partnership with Batman.  He had an opinion about all of them,
especially the woman.  Most of them were straight he concluded,
but there were exceptions.  Wonder Girl of the Titans was
definitely into babes, he’d said.  Yet Wonder Woman was into both
men and women, depending on her mood.   Speedy, also of the
Titans, was as queer as a three dollar bill.  


        Even the straight ones had their own quirks.  Black Canary
was really into heavy bondage and discipline.  Ice, also of the
Justice League, was on the opposite end of the spectrum. She was
a born submissive with a passion for dominant men.


        Where in this mix did Supergirl fit in?  Barbara could only
wonder.


        
        “Can I drop you of somewhere?”  Supergirl asked as she
walked up to Batgirl.


        “What..?”  Batgirl answered as she was startled out of her
daydreaming.  


        “I asked if could drop you off somewhere?”  Supergirl
repeated.


        Batgirl looked around and noticed that the adoring Police
Captain was nowhere to be seen.  She hadn’t even noticed him
leave.  


        Barbara considered the fact that the unmarked car that
Bruce kept in the garage of her building was parked behind the
hotel.  It was untraceable and she could safely leave it there.  Even
if someone stole it, well Bruce could well afford to buy a new one.


        “I’d appreciate that,”  Barbara answered.  “It’s Kara, isn’t
it.”


        “Yes it is.”  Supergirl smiled; the use of her real name
evidently was very important to her.  “And I guess I still call you
Batgirl.”


        “Barbara.”  Batgirl said, almost without thinking. “My name is
Barbara.”


        “I know.”  Kara replied softly.


        “You know?”  Barbara asked.  “Of course, how could you not
know.  I mean, what with x-ray vision and all.”


        “Wait a second.”  Kara interrupted her new friend.  “I’d
never scan beneath the mask of an ally.”


        “How then...?”


        “There are some abilities that are involuntary.”  Kara
explained. “They work without conscious thought.  Just like they do
on a normal person.”


        Barbara only partially understood, but accepted the fact
that her unmasking hadn’t been intentional.


        “It’s partly your fault you know.”  the blonde went on.  “That
perfume you wear has a very distinctive scent.  Even after the
shower you obviously took when you changed identities, there’s just
enough of a trace amount for me to pick up on.”


        “You figured it out from my perfume?”  the redhead said
astonished.  “There has to be a thousand women in DC alone who’ve
bought it.”


        “That was just part of it.” the Kryptonian went on.  “Your
voice was the other half of the puzzle.  Actually you should be
proud of yourself.  The voice you use as Batgirl is pretty different
from the Congresswoman’s.  I know a dozen actresses who aren’t
that skilled.  I doubt anyone with less sensitive hearing than mine
could ever pick up on it.”


        “I guess I can’t blame you at all then,”  Barbara said.  “and if
I can’t trust you with my secret, who can I trust.”


        Supergirl smiled broadly, then a pensive look appeared on
her face.  The sudden shift in expression didn’t go unnoticed.


        “I’ve seen that look before.”  Barbara said in response. 
“That’s the look of someone who has something to say but doesn’t
know if or how to say it.”


        “You’re pretty observant.”  Kara replied.


        “I had some pretty good teachers.”  came Barbara’s reply.  


        “Okay, if this is the wrong thing to say, please accept my
apologies in advance.”  Kara offered.


        “I’m a big girl, a little thing like words aren’t going to bother
me.”


        “Well,”  Supergirl began, seeming to be searching for the
right words.  “I was going to say that the only reason I was able to
recognize you from those little clues, was because I was so taken
by you when we met this morning.  I haven’t been able to get you
out of my mind all day.  At first it was because you reminded me of
someone I lost a long time ago.  Then I realized it was because I
felt attracted to you in a way I haven’t been drawn to anyone in a
long time.  Back home, on Argo City, this wouldn’t be a problem. 
We didn’t have a problem with same sex attractions.  Here on
Earth, I know that a majority of people, at least in this country,
don’t go in for that sort of thing.”


        Kara paused to see Barbara’s reaction.  She had said a lot
more than she’d intended, and hoped that if offended, Barbara
would at least let it pass without comment.  The last thing she
expected was for the pretty redhead to burst out laughing.


        ‘I’m sorry....”  she said in-between laughs, unable to regain
her control for a few minutes.  “I’m not laughing at you.  I’m
laughing at myself.”


        Now it was Kara’s turn to be confused.


        “Not ten minutes ago,”  Barbara tried to explain as she
finally recovered her self-control.  “I was having the most erotic
fantasies about you and chiding myself for having thought them. 
I’ve never done anything like this before.  I mean outside of my
fantasies.  But I couldn’t help thinking how much I’d like you to be
my first.”


        “Well then.”  the woman from a distant star beamed.  “It
seems we have a lot more in common that we first thought. 
Perhaps we should have dinner and discuss it a little further.”


        “I’d like that.”  Barbara beamed back.        


        
        After they thought about it, having a quiet, private dinner
was easier said than done.  After all, freshman legislator that she
was, Barbara was still a member of congress.  Kara on the other
hand, was already world famous, with the pictures of her latest
exploits adoring the front page of Washington’s afternoon papers. 
As well as the lead story on all the evening news shows.   


        “I know a place.”  Kara smiled.  “But we really aren’t dressed
for it.  Why don’t you head home and change and I’ll meet you
there in an hour.  Something casual, it’s really not a fancy place.”


        “Sounds fine to me.” Barbara smiled back, her tone tinged
with anticipation.






        Casual was an understatement as Barbara opened her door a
little over an hour later to find Kara standing there in street
clothes.  The familiar and flamboyant blue and red costume had
been replace by a simple embroided pink tee and a pair of white
slacks.  Her long blonde hair hung loosely around her shoulders,
reaching down to just below her breasts.  She looked like hundreds
of other pretty girls you’d find walking the streets of Washington
on a summer day.


        “Oh my.”  Barbara gasped. 


        “Too much?”  Kara asked.


        “Not at all.”  Barbara grinned.  “I don’t think anyone’s going
to recognize you like that.”


        Barbara had changed into a comfortable summer print, blue
and white.  Her thick red locks had been pinned up and back.   “Are
you ready?” Kara asked.  


        “Definitely.”  Barbara smiled.  “Do I need to bundle up or
anything?”  she asked.


        “Not unless you plan on driving with the top down.”  Kara
replied.


        “Driving..?”  Barbara queried.


        “You do have a car, don’t you?”  Kara asked in return.


        “Why yes, but I thought that...”


        “That we’d fly to where we were going.” Kara finished her
question for her.


        Barbara nodded yes.


        “I really try to live a normal life when the costume comes
off.”  Kara offered.  “And believe it or not, I don’t have a drivers
license.”


        “You’re kidding.”  Barbara grinned.


        “No, I gave up my last secret identity some time ago.”  she
explained. “It’s hard to go down to motor vehicles when you don’t
have so much as a library card in your name.”


        “I guess I’m driving then.” Barbara concluded.




        It was only a short drive into the Virginia countryside where
they pulled up to a quaint nineteenth century bed and breakfast.
Inside they were quickly shown to a private table in the dining
room by one of the owners of the establishment.  After the older
woman took their orders, she left them alone.


        “I think she recognized you.”  Barbara whispered.


        “You don’t have to whisper, Barbara.”  Kara said in a normal
tone.  “Mrs. Hackett very well knows who I am.  In fact, I think
that look of recognition was for you.”


        A momentary look of worry flashed across the
Congresswoman’s face, but Kara was quick to reassure her.


        “About three years ago, Mrs. Hackett’s grandson was ice
skating on the frozen lake out back with some friends.”  she said. 
“Luckily, I happened to be flying over a few minutes after the ice
broke and he’d fallen through it.  I was able to get him to the
hospital in Richmond quick enough for the doctors to save him.  She
hasn’t forgotten that. So you don’t have to worry about anything. 
Whatever happens within these walls stays here.”


        “In that case.”  Barbara said with relief as she reached out
and took Kara’s hand in her own.  “I think I should tell you that I
could  really fall in love with you quite easily.”


        “You don’t know how good it feels to hear that.”  Kara replied
with a twinkle in her deep blue eyes.




        Over what turned out to be quite a magnificent dinner, the
two woman learned a great deal more about each other.  Kara told
of her attempts to become more like the people of her adopted
world.  Attempts, which had ended in failure after failure until she
finally, learned she was kidding herself.  The only way she could
really become one of them was to give up the abilities that made
her different.  That wasn’t something she was prepared to do. 
She’d become quite accustomed to being super-powered over the
last few years and wasn’t about to give that up.


        “You could do that, give up your powers?”  Barbara asked.


        “Yes, there is a certain isotope of kryptonite that can alter
my molecular structure so that my body would no longer convert
solar energy the way it does.  That’s the way my powers work by
the way.  That and the lighter gravity of this world.” Kara
explained.  “Superman called it gold K after the color.  He keeps
one of the rare samples of it hidden in his arctic fortress for an
emergency.  If he ever came up against a stronger, evil survivor of
Krypton, it might be the only weapon he could use.  The effects are
permanent.”


        “I thought that you and her are the only survivors of
Krypton?”  Barbara asked.


        “Not really, there have been others. Some good, some not
so.”  Kara went on.


        “That’s a scary thought.”  Barbara mused.  “All that power in
the hands of someone with no compulsion against using it.”  


        “Well, that’s a worry for another day.”  Kara smiled.  “I want
to hear more about you.”


        Barbara happily complied.  She told how she grew up hiding
her beauty in favor of her intelligence, believing that you could
only be one or the other.  It wasn’t until she became Batgirl that
she realized she could be both.  The Congresswoman vented her
frustration about how what she thought of as a golden opportunity
to make a difference as a legislator had instead become a trap
with no real authority.  Her chief of staff who answered to the
party bosses was running her office.  She’d become a figurehead.


        “Maybe you just have to decide what’s more important to
you.” Kara suggested.  “Do you make a more important contribution
as Batgirl or Congresswoman Gordon.  Or are the two really as
incompatible as you seem to think.”


        “I’ve had some of the same thoughts over the last few
hours.”  Barbara said.


        “As far as your authority goes.”  Kara continued.  “It’s still
there, all you have to do is reach out and take it.  No matter how
you got there, you are the Congresswoman.  Your chief of staff
only has control because you let him.  As long as you are willing to
pay the price, which is perhaps not getting elected in November,
you can pretty much do what you want.  And if you should lose, well
would you be any worst off than right now.  At least you’d have
made a difference in the interim.”


        Barbara thought about it for a few moments.  Everything
Kara had said had also occurred to her at one time or another over
the last few months, but she hadn’t been really listening to her
inner voices.  Perhaps all she really needed was to hear that advice
reflected by someone she trusted -- a commodity all too lacking
inside the beltway.    




        “Excuse me, is there a phone I could use.”  Barbara said to
Mrs. Hackett who had come by to see if there was anything else
she could get her special guests.


        In response, the smiling gray haired woman produced a small
cellular phone from her apron.  The tiny technological marvel
seemed a little out of place in the antique settings.


        “Be my guest.”  she said as she handed Barbara the phone.


        “Thank you.” the redhead said as she punched in the number
for her office.


        The conversation was brief and from the onset, Barbara was
in total control.  A feeling she had missed a great deal lately.  Tim
Murray had begun to chide her for not leaving a number where she
could be reached but she quickly cut him off.


        “I’ll be away for the weekend, that’s all you need to know.”
the Congresswoman said.  “And when I get back Monday morning, I
want to find your office cleaned out and a letter of resignation
sitting on my desk.”


        “You can’t do that.” he protested.


        “I can and I did.”  she replied firmly.  “There’s no need for
discussion.  Goodbye.”


        Breaking the connection, she had a broad grin on her face as
she handed the phone back to Mrs. Hackett.  


        “Thank you, Mrs. Hackett.”  she said.


        “You’re welcome,”  the sixty year old smiled in return.  “And
you can call me Amanda.”


        “Then thank you, Amanda.”  she repeated as their hostess
walked away.


        “That felt good.”  Barbara said to Kara as she turned her
attention back to her.


        “I know something that’s going to feel even better.” the
Kryptonian said cheerfully.  “Our room is ready.”       


        
        The room that had been reserved for them was decorated in
the same motif as the rest of the small inn.   It was like stepping
back a hundred years to a bygone age.  No television, no telephone,
no instantaneous communication with the rest of the world.  Even
the electric lights, the only concession to modern living, had been
designed to resemble old gas lamps.


        A large oversized bed, complete with four tall oversized
bedposts, dominated the center of the room.  Large open windows
filled with the light of the full moon, which had just begun to rise
into the early night sky.


        “It’s beautiful.”  Barbara gasped in astonishment.  “It’s the
most beautiful room I’ve ever seen.”


        “I hoped you’d like it.”  Kara said as she lifted her hand to
her companion’s cheek and began to gently caress it. “A beautiful
lady like yourself deserves to be surrounded by beautiful things.”


        With that Kara replaced the caress of her fingers with that
of her lips.          


        At first, the kiss was like that she would give a sister or a
dear friend.  A light peck denoting tenderness and affection.  Then
she pressed harder - this time with passion.  Barbara felt the
press of Kara’s tongue against her lips and opened to receive it. 


        Kara reached up with her hand and cupped Barbara's breast
through her dress.  It felt so nice to the older woman, bringing
another surge of emotion through her.   


        Neither knew how long they stood, taking soft touches and
intimate kisses.  Each time Barbara felt Kara’s tongue slip past her
lips, her heart skipped a beat.  Her lips were so soft and sweet, her
perfume so highly intoxicating. 


        Barbara was no stranger to love, having lost her chastity the
summer  of her eighteenth year.  In the years since, she’d had her
measure of lovers.  Yet standing here in the semi-darkness,
surrounded by the splendor of an earlier age and coupled with the
intimate presence of the most desirable woman she had ever known
-- she felt like a giddy virgin once more.


        "Why don't we get you a little more comfortable?"  Kara
asked as she kissed Barbara one more time.


        With that, Kara pulled the zipper of her dress all the way
down, exposing the lacy strap of her bra.  With no objection from
Barbara, she pulled the flowery print open just enough to expose
her soft creamy shoulders.


         Kara began to kiss her way down Barbara's neck.  Her eyes
sparkled in appreciation as the younger woman got her first good
look at Barbara’s lace enclosed mounds.


        “Is there somewhere I could change?”  Barbara suddenly
asked as she took a step back and away from the Girl of Steel’s
embrace.  “I brought something special to wear and I wanted it to
be a surprise.”  she added in way of explanation for her abrupt
desire for privacy.


        “Of course.”  Kara replied with a look of understanding. 
“The bath is right through there.”  she continued as she pointed to
a carved door to the left.  “Take your time.  I’ll change out here.”


        Pausing to kiss her new love one more time, Barbara grabbed
the small carry bag she had brought with her off the floor and
disappeared into the bedroom.  The younger woman was tempted to
use her amazing vision to sneak an advanced look at her surprise
but then decided against it.  Some things were worth waiting for.




        The interior of the bath was as carefully and artistically
decorated as the outer room.  A large mirror dominated an antique
dressing table.  It was funny, Barbara thought as she slowly
undressed, that Kara would be so enthralled by the settings of a
more primitive age.  She had always pictured Supergirl as always
being in a futuristic setting, literally the girl of tomorrow.  


        “Well in that case, she should love this outfit.”  Barbara
thought as she checked her reflection in the large mirror.  


        Gone was the simple outfit she had worn to dinner, replaced
by an embossed shimmer and tulip laced long jade gown.  Deep side
slits gave ample view of her long, slender legs. Cut low in the front
as well, the lace top barely concealed her rounded breasts, the
nipples of which could easily been seen right through them.    


        “I’ve always like this color.”  Barbara thought as she undid
her hair and spread it across her exposed shoulders.  “So much like
my eyes.”


        Satisfied with her appearance, Barbara took a deep breath
stepped back into the bedroom. She wasn’t prepared for what she
found.




        “Oh my!”  she exclaimed as she stepped into a world of
joyous luminosity.


        The old fashion bedroom was filled with the light of what
had to be close to a thousand candles.  Mixed between them was an
equal number of mixed flowers , turning the chamber into a garden. 
Even the night air was rich with the scent of blossoms.


        In the center of it all stood Kara, her upraised arm against
the bedpost.  Like her new found love, her dinner attire had been
replaced by something more suitable.  A bright red baby doll lace
nightie barely covered her well developed form.  The outline of her
sexuality was clearly visible through the see through material.  The
outfit was completed by the addition of a matching kimono robe. 
Her long blonde hair hung straight down her back.


        “Impressed?”  Kara grinned as she reached out her hand in
invitation. 


        “That’s an understatement.”  Barbara replied as she quickly
crossed the room and placed her hand in Kara’s.


        Only for a moment did Barbara asked herself how Kara could
have done all this.  After all, she couldn’t have been inside more
than ten or fifteen minutes.  Then, as quickly as the question
manifested itself, the answer followed.  Because she’s Supergirl,
silly.  If she had wanted to, she could’ve flown to Gotham and back
in that time.
        
        “I hope some disaster doesn’t suddenly require your
attention somewhere on the other side of the world.”  Barbara said
softly as she pressed against Kara and felt her powerful arms close
around her.  


        “Don’t worry about that, my dear sweet love.”  Kara
whispered as she kissed Barbara lightly on her cheek.  “I didn’t
even pack my working clothes.  Let the Justice League or the
Titans handle the world for a night.”


        “You don’t know how glad I am to hear you say that.” 
Barbara replied with her own pleasant kisses, remembering the
many nights her plans had been interrupted by the call of duty.


        “Enough talk.”  Kara said as she pressed her lips against
Barbara’s.


        The warmth of Kara’s pink lips spread throughout Barbara’s
own well developed body, finally coming to a rest in and igniting a
fire in her heart. 


        "Mmm, that feels nice."  Barbara purred as  lace covered
mound rubbed against lace covered mound, causing the nipples
beneath to become hard and erect.    


        Kara leaned over and kissed her way now the fold of
Barbara’s neck to the softness of her shoulders.  Deftly she undid
the small clasps that held the nightgown in place and undid them. 
Holding the material so that it didn’t immediately drop, the blonde
carefully let it slide down the redhead’s body, kissing the creamy
white skin beneath it as it was exposed to the warm night air.
Slowly she bent her knees and dropped to the ground, exposing her
new love as she went.  In no time at all, Barbara was as nude as
could be.       


        “You are so beautiful.”  Kara said as she rose back to her full
height.


        ‘Thank you.”  Barbara beamed back.


        Before she could say anything more, she found herself
literally swept off of her feet as Kara effortlessly lifted her into
the air and began to carry her precious cargo to the waiting bed.


        Gently laying Barbara across the soft satin sheets, Kara
took a step back and undid her own robe and let it fall to the
ground.  The red nightie quickly followed and she was as bare as
the Congresswoman.


        “If there’s a word beyond beautiful, then you are certainly
it.”  Barbara responded to the vision in front of her.


        Kara’s reply was only a broader smile as she joined Barbara
on the bed.  Gingerly she ran her fingers up and down the body
next to her, producing a series of soft sighs.


        “That feels nice.”  Barbara murmured.


        "It gets better." Kara replied as she stroked the sides of
Barbara’s breasts. 


        The soft sighs began to grow in intensity until they became
moans.  The Maid of Might’s fingers glided down the sides of the
older woman until they came to her buttocks.  There, she took a
firm grip and pulled them up and apart, exposing the wet mound
beneath it.


        Kara bent down and kissed Barbara's left buttock, then her
right.  Each succeeding kiss brought her closer to the moist
center.  Finally, her kisses hit home and a slight shiver shook
Barbara's body.  Pulling harder, Kara gave herself greater access
and kissed her again, this time pushing her searching tongue up into
the exposed cavity. 


        "Mmmmm"  she said as the tangy taste of her new love filled
her mouth.


        Unable to restrain herself any longer, she began to work her
tongue in and out of the opening.  Faster and faster it moved,
sending tiny sparks of delight up into Barbara receptive form.


        "Oh yes,"  she said as she enjoyed the sensation, excited
even more that this was the first time she had received such
pleasure such as the hand of another woman.  "More, more."


        Kara was more than willing to reply to the request.  Even as
her quick moving tongue wove a wet path up and down Barbara's
slit, Kara's hands began to again roam across her body.  Again
sliding up and under, she cupped Barbara's firm breasts and played
with her nipples, bringing even louder moans.


        "Turn over."  She said, guiding Barbara with a gentle touch.


        Barbara was quick to respond, quickly flipping over onto her
back and giving Kara full and unrestricted access.  
        
        Kara lowered herself to a position directly over Barbara. 
Then she shifted position just a little, raising herself so that her
breasts were hanging directly over Barbara’s mouth.   There was no
mistaking her intention and Barbara was eager to reply.  She
reached up with her tongue and caressed the nipple of Kara’s left
breast.  As she eagerly took it into her mouth, she was surprised
to find that it was so soft. She half expected to find Kara’s skin to
be hard, after all -- bullets bounced off it. 


        “Mmmm.”  Kara moaned as she felt the warm embrace of
Barbara’s mouth.  “You do that well, are you sure you haven’t done
this before?”


        Barbara was greatly pleased with the blonde’s reaction as
she again ran her probing tongue around the wide aureole before
once more engulfing it whole.  A thousand times she had imagined
what it would be like tasting another woman’s breasts. None of
those fantasies could compare with the real thing.


        After a few more minutes, Kara shifted breasts and gave
Barbara a chance to work her neophyte urges on her other mound. 
As she worked her way across this new morsel, Barbara was again
overwhelmed by the combination of Kara’s natural scent and the
perfume she wore.  It was strongest in the deep valley between
her breasts, a place Barbara would’ve never thought of wearing it.


        It was only then that Barbara noticed that although Kara
was on top of her, she wasn’t actually on her.  Using her amazing
ability to defy gravity, she was floating in the air, an inch between
them.


        Kara shifted position again, drifting downward so that she
could kiss Barbara anew.  As their lips met, she pressed her
breasts hard against the woman beneath her, rubbing their nipples
against each other.


        “I want you.”  Barbara whispered in Kara’s ear. “I want to
taste you.”


        “And you shall.”  Kara replied in the same quiet tone.


        After a final kiss, she floated upward and  straddled the
redhead spreading her tunnel of delight above her.  Barbara sat up
and stuck her eager face between the outstretched legs. She
wasted no time in reaching up with her tongue, probing the inner
reaches of Kara’s womanhood.  A sudden rush filled Barbara as the
first taste of female juices hit her tongue.  Out of curiosity, she
had tasted herself several times, but this was different.  This was
another woman. Possibly the most powerful woman in the world.   


        Determined to excel in her new activity as she had done in
most everything else in her life, Barbara slid her tongue around and
around as she liked a lover to do to her. Her left hand played with
Kara’s clit as she tried to reach out with her tongue, hitting all the
places that she knew were the most sensitive in her own body.


        Kara helped with her efforts with both a gentle hand on the
back of her head, guiding her, as well as a steady stream of soft
moans.  The closer Barbara got the right spots, the louder the
moans became.  


        Time passed quickly and what had begun as soft gentle
surges in Kara’s body had progressed until they became rapid
torrid. She was now thrashing her saturated pussy against
Barbara’s open and ever enthusiastic mouth, almost unable to
believe that this novice was going to bring her to climax.  Another
powerful bodyquake gripped her body, causing her to stiffen
momentarily.  From past experiences, she knew the next time
would be the one to send her over the abyss.


        “Great Krypton!”  Kara screamed as a tidal wave of passion
ripped across her shaking body.  


        Copying a move an old lover had once used on her, Barbara
grabbed Kara’s ass and pressed her face as hard against her cunt
as she could. An action that drove her tongue in as deep as was
possible.  For this, she was rewarded with what seemed to be
endless eruptions of nectar.  Waves that quickly overflowed from
her mouth and spread out across her face.  She half expected it to
be different, but it was as familiar as her own.  She felt a such
delight knowing she had caused it.


        “That was fantastic!”  Barbara exclaimed as Kara pivoted in
midair and kissed her.


        “It certainly was.”  Kara agreed.  “And now it’s my turn.”


        Spreading Barbara’s legs, Kara placed her head between
them and with a burst of energy began to play a tune across her
precious pearl with amazing rapidity.  The effect on Barbara was
instantaneous.


        “Oh God, Oh God!’’ she panted as the racing of her heart
seemed to match the speed of Kara’s tongue.


        She could have never imaged any lover, man or woman,
producing such a reaction.  It was like having an evening of
lovemaking compressed into a single instant.  Her orgasm was both
instantaneous and overwhelming.


        “Oooooooo”  she screamed so loud that she was sure that
every guest in the small inn heard her.
        
        Barbara would never be sure how long her brief passage
through nirvana lasted, it was like an out of body experience.  All
she knew was that some time later she again became conscious of
her surroundings and shifted her sweat covered body so she could
face her blonde lover once more.


        “I think I should be dead.”  she said.


        “Why is that?”  Kara asked curiously.


        “Because after that, I think everything else in my life is
going to be anticlimactic.”  Barbara laughed.


        Kara laughed and kissed her lover lightly.      “I guess I did
get a little carried away.”  she said.


        “A little..?”  Barbara repeated.


        “Tell you what,”  Kara said.  “We have all night, why don’t we
try it again ... this time at a  slower speed?”


        Barbara’s answer was to lean over and nestle her head
between the folds of Kara’s breasts.  The warmest of smiles filled
her face.               




        Come the morning, they would leave their sanctuary and
return to the world beyond -- and the legends they had become. 
But for this one brief moment, they were simply two lonely woman
with dreams and desires like any other.  In truth, under cape and
cowl -- that’s all they ever were.


END


 (c) Ann Douglas 1997





















   
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