

Here's the repost (from the author) of parts 1 through 4. I've made the
first four parts one convenient file for easier handling.

For those of you on AOL, there is a way to capture the entire file
(regardless of the size). Consult your local AOL expert for how. E-mail
directed to me asking for the file(s) to be split up will be politely
ignored. As a former AOL subscriber myself, my advice to you is: get a
real service or bug the shit out of Steve Case until AOL changes! They
wouldn't provide me the service features I wanted, so I switched.

Anyway, here's Part 1 though 4. Look for Part 5 in a separate posting.

Les Bonser

The Erotic Adventures of Batgirl

The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes 
of consenting adults engaged in sexual activities. It includes 
characters that are trademarks of  DC Comics. This story is 
intended for the non-commerical enjoyment of the author and 
his friends. No trademark infringement is intended and no 
profit will be made from the distribution of this story.



Part One

Catwoman


Barbara Gordon walked into her apartment and locked the 
door behind her. She had just come from her father's house. It 
was a ritual they had. She had dinner with him every Friday 
night since she left home to go to college. Often, it was the 
only time they had to see each other. Although she had a job 
with regular hours, he was Gotham City's police commissioner 
and therefore worked long and often irregular hours.

And then, she spent a lot of time with her "second job." In 
fact, she was going to go out again tonight. During dinner, her 
father had asked about her plans for the evening. She told him 
that she was going to get some exercise. He dismissed it as only 
a visit to her aerobics class. If only he knew.

Barbara went to her bedroom and undressed. She stepped into 
the shower and washed the day off herself. She wanted to 
make sure that the perfume she normally wore was completely 
removed. It would not be good for her second job to have any 
smell that might give her away.

She rubbed the washcloth over her breasts and for a brief 
moment wished that her vocation didn't make it so hard to 
meet men. Nice men, not the sort of guys she normally ran 
into at night. It had been so long since she'd had a nice man in 
her life.

Thoughts of her plans for the evening soon quieted the sexual 
fires that threatened to engulf her. She finished her shower 
mechanically, her mind occupied with other details.

After the shower, she dried off and again went to her 
bedroom. Opened her closet and pulled out the locked trunk. 
She then took her keys from the dresser and opened the trunk. 
Still naked, she picked up the black lycra bodysuit and 
inspected it. It was brand new. She'd had to replace it after her 
last outing. The insignia she sewn on it looked perfect.

She took a pair of underpants and a jogging bra from her 
dresser and quickly put them on. She then slid into the tight 
bodysuit. She pulled a belt and cape from the trunk and put 
them on. Barbara Gordon turned to look at herself in the full 
length mirror on the closet door. It was not Barbara's image 
that looked back at her, it was Batgirl's.


****


The night was hot and steamy. Gotham was in a typical 
summer heat wave. Batgirl climbed the fire escape to the top 
floor of the building. Most of the buildings in this 
neighborhood were older and had external fire escapes. She 
found that came in handy.

>From this vantage point, five floors up, she could see the 
entire back of the museum. She knew from experience that this 
was where the building was most vulnerable. She sat back on 
her heels and partially hide behind a chimney. She waited.

Several hours later, she noticed the motion across the street. It 
was time to move.

She quietly lowered herself to the street and crossed to the 
museum. It was quiet. Not alarms. Not that she expected any. 
The person she was after would be too good at what they did 
to set off any alarms.

Barbara Gordon had read in this morning's paper that the 
exhibit of rare gems was opening tonight at the museum. 
Batgirl knew that the gems were a prime target for one of 
Gotham's criminal element. What she hadn't known was which 
one.

Batgirl noticed the open window and climbed into it. She 
quietly lifted herself through the window, pausing only to look 
at the alarm wires that had been neatly bypassed. She lowered 
herself quietly inside, her senses alert for any sound that might 
indicate where her prey was.

She noticed that she was in a coat room. She assumed that the 
burglar would exit through this same room. Although she 
could wait here for the criminal to return, she decided that the 
room didn't allow space to fight if necessary. She snuck across 
the small room and quietly opened the door. The hall appeared 
empty. She wondered where the night guards were.

Batgirl moved out into the museum. It was typical of most 
museums. Large and full of shadows. Batgirl liked that. It 
gave her room to move and hide. It also afforded her the 
chance to see her prey before they saw her. The gems were 
probably in the second level showroom. She decided to hide 
near the main stairs and wait. She had just reached the bottom 
of the stairs when she heard a slight sound to her right.

Without thinking, Batgirl moved into a fighting position. She 
heard the soft padding sound again, closer. Her black costume 
and the deep shadows hide her from view. The sound was real 
close. Deciding to take the initiative and strike a swift first 
blow, Batgirl kicked out toward the sound of the sound. She 
was rewarded with a thud and a short hiss.

An expert at savate, the French martial art, Batgirl realized 
instantly that the blow she struck had not hit anything near the 
size of a person. She moved out of the shadow and saw a cat 
laying on the floor of the museum hallway. It laid still. She 
knelt beside it and felt its side. It was not breathing. The 
swollen belly of the animal told her that it had been pregnant. 
A cat meant Catwoman, Batgirl decided. She took one last look 
at the poor animal...

Then she heard a angry scream and then nothing...


**** 


First came the pain. Lots of it. Then, slowly, came some 
portion of awareness.

Long, agonizing moments of pain slowly gave way to a dull 
sense of consciousness. Batgirl tried to move her head and was 
rewarded with a painful throbbing in her head. She realized, 
almost at a subconscious level, that she was alive and that she'd 
make a big mistake.

Letting the dead cat distract her had been a mistake. Killing 
the cat in the first place was not a good choice either. She 
decided to just be thankful that she was alive and start with 
that. Batgirl opened her eyes and was surprised to find that she 
was no longer in the museum. As she continued to gather her 
thoughts, she assumed that she had been struck on the head by 
Catwoman and left for dead.

She risked another spasm of pain and looked around. It was 
then that she noticed that her hands and feet were tied and she 
was hanging spread-eagle from her arms. As the pain in her 
head subsided, she began to become acutely aware of the pain 
in her shoulders and wrists.

Batgirl could tell that she wasn't in the museum, but was 
having trouble placing exactly where she was. It was dark and 
she could not see anything. She could tell that her mask was 
still on, but aside from that nothing.

She hung in the dark for long minutes. Eventually, a door 
opened and someone walked in. A light came on, momentarily 
blinding her.

The figure in front of her spoke. "You killed my pet, you 
bitch."

Although blinded by the bright light and still groggy from the 
blow to her head, Batgirl remembered the voice. It was a very 
angry Catwoman.

"That cat was about to have kittens. You killed her. For no 
reason."

"I'm sorry," Batgirl said, her mouth dry. Her tongue felt 
several times larger than it was. "It was an accident." She was 
more accustomed to the light now. She lifted her head to see 
Catwoman standing in front of her. Catwoman wore a tight, 
form-fitting leather body suit, but had removed the cowl that 
she normally used to cover her head. Her long black hair 
tumbled over her shoulders.

Catwoman stepped closer to where Batgirl hung. Batgirl 
darted her eyes to both sides. She was in an old warehouse. 
Her shackles where attached to large eyebolts in the support 
beams that were spaced about every ten feet. Her arms where 
just high enough to support most of her weight, but her feet 
were on the ground. Her feet were also bound by the same 
shackles that held her wrists. Her feet were spread open by the 
shackles.

Catwoman simply looked at Batgirl with hatred in her eyes. 
She finally spoke. "You killed one of my pets." Catwoman 
turned and started to walk away. Batgirl thought she heard 
Catwoman start to cry.

Abruptly, Catwoman turned. Tears flowed down her face. 
"You kicked my cat!" she screamed and kicked Batgirl hard 
between the legs.

Batgirl was still weak from the blow to her head. She flinched 
from the blow and short seconds later felt dizzy and ill from 
the pain. As she lost consciousness again, she thought she heard 
Catwoman say "Kick my pussy and I'll kick yours."


****


As she awoke the second time, Batgirl became aware of an 
urgent need to urinate. She'd never been in this sort of 
situation before. Every other time she'd been captured by one 
of Gotham's loony master criminals, she'd been able to escape 
shortly thereafter or had been rescued by Batman. This time, 
that wasn't an option.

Even if Catwoman hadn't removed her utility belt, there was 
no way for Batgirl to reach it with her arms tied the way they 
were. And Batman was out of town. Or at least that's what her 
father had speculated earlier in the night during dinner.

Batgirl opened her eyes again. This time the lights were on 
and Catwoman was sitting on a box about ten paces away. 
Catwoman was watching Batgirl as she slowly awoke.

Catwoman did not speak. The two women stared at each other 
for several minutes. Batgirl finally spoke. "I'm really sorry 
about your cat. It was a mistake."

Catwoman still did not speak. Batgirl looked at her. Catwoman 
was a tall and well built woman, maybe in her mid-thirties. 
She had long, thick, black hair that flowed over her shoulders 
when it wasn't hidden under the cat-eared cowl she wore as 
part of her costume. The costume itself was a form fitting 
single piece leather jumpsuit. What in the fashion trades was 
called (appropriately, in this case) a "catsuit." To the catsuit, 
she had added a pair of flat, soft soled boots and a pair of 
leather gloves. The leather gloves has sharp razors attached to 
the finger tips; Catwoman's claws.

"Well, what are you going to do with me?" Batgirl asked.

"I haven't decided," Catwoman said.

Another few moments passed, neither woman talked.

Finally, Batgirl decided she could take it no more. It was bad 
enough that her neck hurt from having her head hanging, her 
head hurt from the blow, her wrists and shoulders hurt from 
the weight of hanging, and her crotch hurt from being kicked. 
All that was bad enough, it was just too much to have a 
bladder that felt like it was about to bust. "Catwoman," she 
said.

Catwoman looked at her.

"I really have to go to the bathroom. Can you get me down?"

"You'll just try to get away," Catwoman said. "I can't let you 
loose until I decide how you should be punished."

Batgirl got mad. "You just want me to pee all over the floor?" 
she yelled.

"No," Catwoman said calmly, standing. "All of my pets are 
trained to use a litter box." Catwoman left the room.

Litter box, Batgirl thought. What does she have in mind?

A moment later, Catwoman returned. She carried a plastic box 
about two feet square. It was filled part way with cat litter. 
She placed the box under Batgirl, between Batgirl's feet.

"You've got to be joking?" Batgirl asked.

"No," Catwoman said. She flashed her "claws" in Batgirl's 
face.

Catwoman unzipped the front of Batgirl's bodysuit. The zipper 
only went to just below the chest. Catwoman held the fabric 
and with her other hand, cut through it, ripping the front of 
the bodysuit open. Batgirl watched, partly afraid and partly 
awed, as the razor-sharp claws tore her costume apart. Inches 
from her flesh. Batgirl shivered in horror at the thought that 
Catwoman would cut her up the same way.

Catwoman ran her claws down the front of Batgirl's body suit. 
She peeled it away from Batgirl's body from neck to the top of 
Batgirl's boots. Catwoman then reached for the jogging bra. 
She slipped a single finger between Batgirl's breasts and 
flicked the claw. The thin strip of cloth between the bra cups 
was sliced cleanly by the razor. The bra fell open, exposing 
Batgirl's breasts.

Catwoman paused for a moment, eyeing Batgirl's milky white 
breasts. Batgirl looked in absolute horror as Catwoman's 
fingers waved inches from her breasts.

Catwoman then slid a finger under Batgirl's underpants. The 
claw scratched Batgirl's hip, but didn't cut too deep. First one 
flick, then another flick. First the right hip, then the left; the 
underpants fell into the litter box.

Batgirl hung from her shackles, her costume in shreds and 
totally exposed in front. Her bare breasts and crotch were 
exposed and vulnerable to Catwoman's claws.

Catwoman turned and left the room.


****


Batgirl had never been in a situation quite like this. She'd 
faced certain death many times, but had never been humiliated 
quite like this. She had no recourse but to hang from her 
bonds and wait for mercy from her captor.

She finally could stand it no longer and relaxed her bladder. 
She was thankful that she could relieve herself in privacy.


****


About a half hour after leaving, Catwoman returned. She 
walked up to Batgirl and looked at her.

She finally spoke. "You're a redhead."

Under her mask, Batgirl blushed. She realized that Catwoman 
was looking at her pussy hair, not her head.

"I've never been with a redhead," Catwoman said.

Ohmygawd, Batgirl thought, she's a lesbian. All those times 
she's tried to seduce the Batman had been a ruse.

As if reading Batgirl's mind, Catwoman said, "I'm not a dyke, 
if that's what you think. But, I've slept with a woman or two. 
Maybe I'm bi. I don't know. What I do know is that you've got 
a very nice body."

Batgirl looked down at her exposed body. She'd never really 
thought about how attractive she was. She worked out at the 
gym, taking aerobics classes. That was mainly for appearances. 
Her other workouts were in private, with heavy weights and 
martial arts instructors. Her body was lean but muscular. As 
Barbara Gordon, head research librarian for the Gotham City 
Public Library, she rarely had to do anything more physical 
than carry a few books, but as Batgirl, she needed to be in top 
shape.

Catwoman pulled off her gloves and tossed them aside. Batgirl 
silently felt a wave of relief with the risk of the claws removed 
from her exposed breasts and pussy. Catwoman cautiously 
reached out and softly caressed Batgirl's breast with one hand.

Next, Catwoman cupped Batgirl's pussy in her hand and gently 
pressed her palm against Batgirl's mons. Batgirl was partially 
repulsed by the actions, but secretly she admitted to herself 
that she was finally finding out what it would be like to make 
love to another woman. Barbara had known several girls in 
college that professed to be lesbians, and had often wondered 
what it was like. Since becoming Batgirl, she'd pretty much 
relied only on masturbation as a sexual outlet. She'd never 
wanted to get too close to any guy, for fear that he'd figure 
out her secret.

But, Batgirl realized that even if she wanted to satisfy her 
curiosity, this was not the time to do so. Catwoman had 
knocked her out and practically kidnapped her. Maybe she was 
a sexual psychopath instead of just a cat burglar. Anyone that 
ran around at night in a costume like that must be crazy, she 
thought. Remembering her own costume, the tight black lycra 
bodysuit with the gold bat symbol on the front, Batgirl decided 
this was not the line of thought to pursue too much.

Batgirl struggled against her bonds. They were snug, but she 
wondered if she could pull free. She pulled on her right hand 
has hard as she could.

Catwoman seemed to be oblivious to her captive's struggles. 
She continued to caress Batgirl's pubic hair, seemingly 
entranced by the red curls. Although she continued to struggle 
with her shackles, Batgirl was afraid to admit to herself that 
Catwoman's caresses felt good. It had, after all, been so long 
since she'd had a man touch her like that.

Catwoman knelt down in front of Batgirl. She paused for a 
moment, as if contemplating what she was about to do. Batgirl 
stopped struggling for a moment, also contemplating what was 
about to happen. She was helpless to stop it.

Her Batgirl persona often got in Barbara's way of a "normal" 
life, especially a normal sex life. That was not to say that she 
was a virgin. Barbara had what she thought to be a 
considerable amount of sexual experience, both in college and 
after college. Of all the activities that a man and woman could 
do, she liked having her pussy sucked most. She'd just never 
had another woman do it.

Catwoman leaned forward and placed her face in Batgirl's 
open crotch. The shackles held Batgirl's leg spread open and 
her entire pussy was accessible. Batgirl shivered in 
anticipation. It was almost like Catwoman was teasing her.

Finally, it came. The warm tongue flicked out and barely 
touched her pussy lips. Then again, just a little more. And yet 
again.

Batgirl resumed her struggles. She pulled on her right arm 
with all her might. She felt her hand start to slip through the 
shackle just as Catwoman gave her clit a long, slow lick.

"Ohhh," Batgirl moaned. She tried not to enjoy it, but it felt so 
good and had been so long. She pulled on the shackle again, 
her wrist feeling raw from the friction.

Another long, slow lick of her clit caused a shiver to run down 
her body. This time Batgirl bit her tongue rather than moan. 
Catwoman paused a moment. Batgirl looked down and saw her 
open the front of her catsuit. Like Batgirl's bodysuit, the 
catsuit had a zipper in front. Unlike the bodysuit, this catsuit's 
zipper ran nearly to the crotch. Catwoman pulled the zipper 
down to just pass her breasts. Batgirl could see Catwoman's 
cleavage.

Catwoman returned her attention to her captive. Another 
quick flick of Batgirl's pussy lips, then Catwoman grabbed 
some of the red curls in her lips and tugged on them by 
moving her head from side to side.

If this keeps up much longer, I'm going to come, Batgirl 
thought. She wondered if that was really a bad thing.

Batgirl pulled on the shackle again. This time, her hand 
slipped through. Catwoman had ignored Batgirl's struggles 
until now, but with her captive's hand free, she jumped to her 
feet.

The two women stared at each other for a long minute. Batgirl 
had one hand free but had none of her utility belt gadgets 
available to her. Catwoman was quick and still had the 
upperhand. Both waited for the other to make the next move.

Well, you started off the night with a bad decision, Batgirl told 
herself. Let's just hope I don't live to regret this one.

Batgirl flexed her arm slightly. It was sore and partially numb 
from the weight of hanging on it. She tested it more. 
Catwoman eyed her warily.

Batgirl decided to make her move. She slowly reached 
forward and put her hand on Catwoman's left breast.

The other woman smiled and returned the gesture. Catwoman 
then leaned forward and kissed Batgirl full on the mouth. At 
first the kiss was gentle and soft. Batgirl started to return the 
kiss. Soon the two women had their mouths open and were 
gently probing each other's mouths with their tongues. Batgirl 
had never kissed another woman before, let alone a woman 
with the taste of pussy on her mouth.

Finally, Catwoman broke the embrace. She looked deeply into 
Batgirl's eyes and smiled. She reached up and slowly put her 
hand on Batgirl's mask.

Batgirl grabbed Catwoman's wrist with her free hand. For a 
tense moment the two woman resumed their conflict. They 
both tensed their bodies in anticipation of a struggle.

Realizing that Catwoman could have removed the mask while 
she was unconscious, Batgirl figured that the move was a 
gesture. A non-verbal way of asking for trust. Batgirl 
removed her hand from the other woman's wrist. Catwoman 
paused and then slowly lifted the mask and pulled the mask and 
cowl from Batgirl's head.

So much for my secret identity, Batgirl thought. She wasn't a 
celebrity or anything, but her picture had been in the paper 
several times, for winning awards in school and several times 
beside her father at various police functions. She'd often 
worried about having her secret discovered, but she decided 
that outside of someone linking her to her father, there wasn't 
really much that anyone could do. It wasn't like she was a 
multi-billionaire socialite like Bruce Wayne. She could 
understand the blackmail opportunity if that were the case.

It was a hot and muggy night. The cowl was never very cool 
and on a night like this it was downright confining. Batgirl's 
short red hair was plastered to her head and wet from 
perspiring. Until recently, she'd worn her hair longer. 
Sometimes nearly as long as Catwoman's. But she wanted a 
change, so she'd tried a very short hair style.

"Your hair is so butch," Catwoman said softly, almost purring 
in Batgirl's ear. "I like it," she said as she ran her hand 
through Batgirl's hair.

Batgirl had not considered the short haircut to be butch. Until 
now. She moved her free hand up and ran her own fingers 
through Catwoman's long, black hair. She thought, for just a 
split second, that she had the advantage now. She could curl 
her hand up in the mass of black hair and pull hard. The 
surprise might catch Catwoman off guard.

Batgirl was the one caught off guard. While she was 
preoccupied, Catwoman embraced her again, her mouth on 
Batgirl's mouth. She used one hand to pull Batgirl's head 
toward her. The other hand snaked around Batgirl's waist and 
rubbed Batgirl's firm ass.

After the embrace, Batgirl said, "That's not fair. You have 
two hands and I only have one." As she said this, she reached 
to touch Catwoman's breast again. The implied message was 
clear; two hands meant twice as much touching.

Catwoman nuzzled a moment more against Batgirl's cheek and 
then reached up, reluctantly, to unbuckle the shackle holding 
Batgirl's other hand. Batgirl used her previously free hand to 
massage the feeling back into her other arm. As she did this, 
Catwoman knelt down again. A long slow lick of Batgirl's 
pussy brought another moan to Batgirl's lips.

Catwoman then reach down and in turn unbuckled both of her 
captive's legs. She pushed the litter box out of the way so 
Batgirl could stand without her legs spread open. Batgirl 
flexed each leg. Again, for a brief second, she considered a 
swift kick to disable her opponent. But, having been tied up 
for so long, she was stiff and sore. She doubted that she could 
pull of the move.

Besides, something special seemed to be happening between 
them. Batgirl reached out and took Catwoman into her arms. 
Catwoman was taller, but not so tall they couldn't stand 
together and kiss. As they kissed, Catwoman pulled what 
remained of Batgirl's costume off her. Batgirl returned the 
favor by finished to unzip Catwoman's catsuit. As they 
embraced, Batgirl was suddenly overpowered by the exotic 
combination of smells. Two hot, sweaty women; one in leather 
and the other in lycra. The smell of her own wet pussy wafted 
to her nose and mixed with the other smells.

Catwoman broke the kiss and lead Batgirl into the next room. 
They were in an abandoned warehouse, but one that had been 
partially renovated into apartments. The next room was a 
large living area. Several cats roamed the room and a large 
bed filled one corner. Batgirl didn't have to be told that was 
were they were headed.

Catwoman pushed Batgirl down on the bed and pulled 
Batgirl's boots off. She then tugged on the catsuit and pulled it 
first off one shoulder, then the other. Her large breasts fell out 
as the suit came down.

Batgirl looked up at the other woman's large breasts. She had 
seen naked women before, at the gym and in the showers at 
college. She decided that Catwoman's were about the best 
looking breasts she ever seen. She couldn't help wondering 
how Catwoman could stand to run and jump around town the 
way she did with those large breasts getting in the way. Her 
own breasts were smaller, but still full and round. Only a 
maximum strength jogging bra enabled her to function as 
Batgirl.

Catwoman now stood over Batgirl naked. Her black hair 
framed her face and similar hair covered her pussy.

Catwoman laid down beside her companion. They kissed for 
long minutes, their hands roaming each other's bodies. Batgirl 
was surprised that the movements seemed so natural to her. If 
someone had told her earlier that she'd have her first lesbian 
experience tonight and would be touching another woman's 
breasts, ass, and pussy, she'd never had believed that it feel so 
wonderful.

"Oh, you're so tight," Catwoman said as she slowly slid a 
finger into Batgirl's pussy. Batgirl idly ran her hand through 
Catwoman's hair and down her cheek.

"It's been a long time since I've had sex," she said. "I don't 
meet many nice men in this line of work."

"I don't either," Catwoman admitted. "Except for..."

"Batman," they both said at once. They laughed. Batgirl felt 
her pussy get even wetter as Catwoman pushed her finger 
further into her.

"I see he makes you hot and wet too," Catwoman observed.

Batgirl didn't answer. Her blush did that for her.

Catwoman pushed a second finger into the other woman's red-
haired pussy. "I'll bet he's got a nice big dick."

"Ohhh, yeah," was all Batgirl could moan, partially in 
agreement, but mostly in orgasm.

After Catwoman brought her off, Batgirl figured she owed it 
to Catwoman to do the same. She didn't know quite what to 
do, but remembered her college friends saying that only a 
woman knew what another woman would like. Batgirl liked to 
have her pussy sucked, so she figured that's what she do to 
Catwoman.

Batgirl moved to place her face in Catwoman's crotch. 
Catwoman laid back and spread her legs open. "You've never 
done it before, have you?"

"With a guy," Batgirl answered.

"Just do it like you like it done to you," Catwoman told her.

Batgirl used one hand to hold Catwoman's pussy lips open. 
The other she used to reach up and caress Catwoman's large 
breasts. Catwoman's nipples were large and stiff with 
excitement. Batgirl rolled the one nipple in her fingers as she 
carefully moved the dark pussy hair away from Catwoman's 
clit.

The musky odor of a woman's pussy filled Batgirl's nostrils as 
she moved closer to the other woman's pussy. Catwoman was 
wet, her pussy hole glistened with moisture. Batgirl tentatively 
reached out with her tongue and placed it on the other 
woman's large swollen clit.

Catwoman placed her hands on Batgirl's neck and shoulders. 
She moved one hand up through Batgirl's now dry hair. She 
caressed Batgirl's shoulder in response to Batgirl's tongue 
caresses on her pussy. Each time Batgirl moved her tongue up, 
Catwoman would stroke up; each time Batgirl moved her 
tongue down, Catwoman would move her caress down 
Batgirl's shoulder.

Slowly, the caresses moved out of time with what Batgirl was 
doing. It took her a moment, but then Batgirl realized that 
Catwoman was directing her how to lick pussy. Batgirl tried 
it. Catwoman moved her hand in a slow circular motion, so 
Batgirl moved her tongue in a slow circular motion around the 
woman's clit. This brought a low moan, almost a purr, from 
Catwoman.

Catwoman pulled Batgirl's head tighter to her pussy and sped 
up the movement of her hands. Batgirl tried to keep up with 
her tongue. Her untrained tongue was getting tired. She 
wondered if she needed to add tongue exercises to her daily 
workout.

By now, Catwoman was practically fucking Batgirl's face. She 
pressed her pussy hard against the redhead's month and bucked 
her hips in a frantic motion. "Lick my pussy, lick my cunt," 
she said in a soft voice. "Lick me, ohhh, ohhhhhh yeah."

Batgirl hadn't made love to a woman before, but she had come 
herself enough to recognize that the other woman was about to 
have a powerful orgasm. She continued to press her sore 
tongue against Catwoman's black haired pussy. Her tongue was 
just about ready to turn numb when she remembered a 
technique she'd had done to her once.

Batgirl opened her mouth open as wide as she could and pulled 
her tongue in. She clamped her mouth down over the entire 
top portion of Catwoman's pussy and then pursed her lips 
around the clit. She started sucking hard on Catwoman's clit 
while only occasionally licking with her tongue.

"Fuck me hard, that feels so good," Catwoman screamed. "I'm 
gonna come. Ohh, yes, lick me." She straightened her legs out 
quickly several times, kicking in involuntary orgasmic 
contractions and them wrapped them around Batgirl's neck.

A flood of hot wet liquid shot into Batgirl's mouth. Piss? she 
wondered. It didn't taste bad, she decided. She ejaculates, 
Batgirl realized. She remembered reading about it, but had 
never been able to do it herself.

Catwoman laid back, limp from the hot sex. Batgirl moved up 
to suck softly on her breasts. They were heaving as Catwoman 
gasped for air.

After resting for several long minutes, Catwoman reached 
over to a nightstand beside the bed. She pulled out a black 
leather belt and a large pink dildo.

"You said it's been a while since you've had a good fuck, 
right?" Catwoman asked her partner.

"Yeah," Batgirl said. Her eyes were wide as she looked at the 
rubber phallus.

Catwoman slide the belt around her waist and pulled another 
strap up between her legs. She stroked her pussy for a moment 
and then buckled the harness. The base of the dildo rested just 
above her clit and as she bounced the rubber dick up and 
down, it vibrated her clit so nicely.

She pushed Batgirl back and mounted her. The rubber dick 
was only about eight inches long, but Batgirl gasped in a 
combination of pain, surprise, and pleasure as it entered her 
hole.

Catwoman bucked her hips up and down, just has she had 
earlier while Batgirl was licking her pussy. The feeling of 
pushing against the base of the dildo made her cunt even 
wetter.

Batgirl pulled Catwoman toward her and enjoyed the weight 
of the woman on top of her as they fucked. She'd almost 
forgotten how good it felt to be penetrated and was very much 
enjoying this.

The two women kissed and hugged each other tightly as they 
fucked. Catwoman varied the thrusting every couple of 
moments, keeping Batgirl guessing what was coming next. 
Long, slow, easy thrusts for a couple of minutes and then a 
series of quick shallow thrusts and then some hard deep thrusts 
that took Batgirl's breath away.

Most of the men Batgirl had fucked tended to get into rhythm 
and they stayed there. Although that was nice, this felt better. 
Batgirl couldn't decide if it was the technique or that fact that 
it was another woman on top of her. Catwoman's large hot 
breasts crushed against her own breasts as the moaned and 
moved as one person.

After Batgirl's orgasm, Catwoman took the harness off and 
handed it to Batgirl. "Now, you do me," she commanded.

Batgirl took the dildo in her hands. It was slick with her own 
juices. She couldn't resist taking it into her mouth and sucking 
it for just a moment. She then put it on. It took her a few tries 
to get it buckled just right, but Catwoman moved around 
behind her and helped. When it was on, Catwoman took the 
dildo into her hands and pretended to jack Batgirl off. She 
pressed her tits into Batgirl's back as she reached around and 
caressed the fake dick with one hand and Batgirl's tits with 
another. As Catwoman did this, Batgirl discovered that the 
weight of the dildo in the harness made it rub her mons just 
right. She wondered if she'd have another orgasm just wearing 
the thing.

Catwoman got down on her hands and knees. Batgirl got 
behind her and, taking the dick into her hand, started to move 
it to the opening of Catwoman's pussy.

"No," Catwoman said.

"What's wrong?" Batgirl asked.

"The other way," Catwoman said.

"Other way?" Batgirl asked, confused.

"In my ass. Stick it in my ass."

Batgirl had never tried anal sex, but wondered what it was 
like. It was being to look like she'd end up trying all sorts of 
new things tonight.

She carefully repositioned the dildo to the opening of 
Catwoman's asshole. Catwoman seemed to tense up for a 
moment and then took a deep breath. As Catwoman relaxed, 
Batgirl could see her asshole relax also. It seemed to open up 
and await the dildo's entrance. The dildo was still slick with 
Batgirl's come, so it moved into Catwoman's ass easily. She's 
done this before, Batgirl thought. With a man or a woman? 
she wondered. Or both?

Batgirl wasn't quite so sure what to do now. She knew the anus 
was a very sensitive spot and didn't want to hurt Catwoman. 
Earlier, the two had been enemies. But now, they were lovers. 
Like any lover, Batgirl had developed some deep feelings for 
the other woman and didn't want to hurt her.

She pushed the dildo in slowly and hoped that Catwoman 
would tell her if she went too fast or too deep. Catwoman 
reached back with one hand and grabbed one of Batgirl's 
hands. She brought Batgirl's hand forward and placed it on 
her breast. Batgirl leaned forward and could feel how hard 
Catwoman's nipple was.

Batgirl slowly begin to move her hips forward and backward. 
Catwoman still didn't say anything, so she used the pressure on 
her own clit as a guide to have far to move the dildo in and out 
of the other woman's ass.

After a few moments, Catwoman's ass seemed to relax more 
and the pushing got a little easier. Batgirl took this as a sign to 
push just a little faster; not much, just a little. Catwoman 
moaned softly and began to move in rhythm to Batgirl's own 
movements.

Many long, gentle strokes later, both women had another 
orgasm. Batgirl pulled the dildo out of Catwoman's ass and 
took off the harness. Catwoman rolled over and they kissed 
long and hard.

Afterward, the two lay quiet, holding each other in an 
embrace.

"My name's Selina," Catwoman said.

Batgirl kissed her. "Hello, Selina."

"Hello, Barbara..."

"How do you know?" Batgirl asked, only half-surprised.

"I've seen your picture in the paper. You were at a banquet 
with your father just last week."

"Well, yeah," Barbara admitted.

"He's rather nice also."

"Who?" Barbara asked.

"Your father," Selina said. "I've always like those big bold 
action types."

Barbara thought about it. She'd never realized it before, but 
her father was a very attractive man. Although he'd gained a 
little weight from being behind a desk for so many years, he 
was still very much the burly, ox of a man that he'd been as a 
beat cop.

Several of the cats had made their way to the bed and although 
suspicious of the newcomer, had cuddled amongst the women. 
Barbara laid back, content for a short while. She'd forgotten 
how good it felt to just lay quietly in another person's arms 
after sex.

"This sort of changes things, doesn't it," she said.

"How so?" Selina asked.

"Well, what happens the next time I catch you at the museum?"

"This time I caught you," Selina reminded her. "I'm sorry I 
hit you."

"I'm sorry about the cat," Barbara told her, a slight break in 
her voice as she remembered the cat laying still on the cold 
marble floor.

"I just lost it when I saw you knelling over Tigger. I didn't 
mean to hit you so hard, I just saw red." Selina started to cry.

The two women hugged each other close and both cried for a 
long time.

Barbara wiped the tears from Selina's face. Selina said, "It 
does change things, doesn't it."

"Yeah," Barbara admitted. "Even if I don't do anything, 
there's still the police and other people that will try and stop 
you."

"Like Batman, you mean."

"Yes," Barbara said.

"Can't you just put in a good word for me?" Selina questioned.

"He wouldn't listen if I did."

"You work together, don't you?" Selina wondered.

"No," Barbara told her. "He only tolerates me. I think he 
figured out who I am. For a long time, he went out of this way 
to hinder me. I think it might have been some 'chivalrous 
macho' thing, I don't know."

"Probably figured a woman couldn't cut it," Selina said.

"Well, anyway, there was one night I came home from a late 
date and he was in my apartment. It was the night my father 
was shot. He came to get me. The next time he saw me as 
Batgirl, he treated me differently. Like he begrudgingly 
accepted me."

"Do you know..." Selina started to ask.

"No," Barbara said quickly, "I've never been able to figure it 
out. And I couldn't tell you even if I did know. Even after..."

"Even after I fucked your brains out?"

"Yeah."

The woman held each other, their naked bodies intertwined. 
Selina's cats began to climb onto the bed and snuggle around 
the two women. Soon, all were asleep.


End of part 1.




Part Two

Batman Sees All



"Commissioner, you're here?" Bullock sounded unsure.

"Of course, I'm here," Commission James Gordon said as 
Chief Detective Bullock walked into this office. "Where else 
would I be?"

"But, Commissioner, the signal's on. I thought you'd be 
upstairs on the roof."

"The signal's on. Why? I didn't authorize that." Gordon 
jumped up from his seat. "Come on."

He and Bullock headed for the elevator. Moments later, the 
elevator doors opened to the top floor of the Gotham City 
Police Department Headquarters Building. They ran to the 
stairwell that lead to the roof.

Gordon rushed though the door to the roof. Even as he first 
pushed the door open, he could see the bright light from the 
signal reflecting off the windows of the office building across 
the street.

He and Bullock walked cautiously to the signal light. 
"Batman," Gordon said, loudly. He spoke mostly to the air, but 
expected an answer.

"He's not here. Yet." The voice was female. From behind the 
signal's frame, a dark figure appeared.

"Batgirl?" Gordon asked, partially shielding his light from the 
reflected glare of the powerful searchlight.

"Yes."

"What are you doing here? And why turn on the Bat-signal?" 
Gordon used the slang term for the signal light. To most of the 
Gotham City Police Department, "the signal" was all that was 
required to signify which one they were talking about. Gordon 
personally thought the "Bat" prefix attached by the media to 
everything the Batman did or used was childish.

"I'm sorry, Commissioner," Batgirl said. "I would have asked 
permission, but quite frankly I was hoping you wouldn't 
notice."

"Wouldn't notice?!" Gordon said. "It lights up the damn sky 
for hundreds of miles. Wouldn't notice! Humpf!" he snorted.

"Yeah, Batdoll," Bullock added. "Besides, in case you didn't 
notice, this *is* Police Headquarters. You can't just *not* 
expect us ta notice."

"I was hoping to speak to Batman privately," Batgirl started to 
explain.

"In that case, I'm sure Detective Bullock wouldn't mind 
leaving." The voice came from the dark. It was a dark voice, 
deep and resonant. And when it come out of the dark like that, 
it gave even Gordon chills.

"Batman," all three said at once.

They heard the knife switch of the light; a loud click. The light 
went out, only a remnant of its incandescent arc continuing to 
glow cherry red for a moment. From out of the dark, the 
Dark Knight appeared, tall and looming. His long, black cape 
covered him entirely; only the lower half of his face was 
visible from under the mask and cowl.

"We can leave you alone," Gordon said.

"No, Jim, you stay." It was not a request, it was an order and 
even the Police Commissioner obeyed orders from this man. 
Jim Gordon had known Batman longer than anyone else in 
Gotham and several times following Batman's orders had 
saved his life.

"Chief," Gordon said, with a motion for Bullock to leave. 
Grumbling to himself, Chief Detective Bullock stocked back to 
the stairs.

After he was out of heading range, Batman turned to Batgirl. 
He didn't say anything. He didn't have to; she had summoned 
him after all.

Batgirl had hoped that Police Commissioner Gordon would 
have left also. She was afraid that her voice would give her 
away. Although she took efforts to disguise it, he was, after 
all, the man that raised her. Her own father would surely 
recognize his daughter's voice.

"I just wanted to share some information," Batgirl said.

"About Catwoman?" Batman asked.

How does he know? Batgirl wondered to herself. She was glad 
for the darkness of the moonless night. She was sure the two 
men could see her cheeks glowing bright red with 
embarrassment. If only he knew, she thought to herself. 
Knowing him, he does, she said to herself.

"Yes," Batgirl answered curtly.

"So it *was* Catwoman that hit the museum two nights ago," 
Gordon said. "You obviously didn't get her," he said to the 
female crimefighter.

Depends on how you define "get," Daddy, Batgirl thought. She 
wondered what her stern father would think if he knew not 
only his innocent librarian of a daughter was Batgirl, but that 
she'd also slept with and been fucked by Catwoman. And 
enjoyed it. "Uh, no, not really," Batgirl said. "Batman, please, 
I'd like to discuss this with you alone. You can fill the 
Commissioner in on this later."

Something about her voice convinced him there truly was a 
need for privacy. "Alright," he said. He turned and strode 
quickly to the edge of the roof. Faster than Gordon or Batgirl 
could hardly see, he pulled a small gun-type device from his 
belt and fired into the night. A cable whipped from the device. 
The hook on the end of the cable caught the edge of the 
building across the street. Without so much as a word or 
sound, he launched himself into the night.

"I'm sorry about using the signal," Batgirl told the 
Commissioner. She too walked to the edge of the building. 
She, however, had to throw her rope across manually. Then, 
Batgirl too stepped off the edge of the roof and was gone into 
the night.

The signal, Gordon thought. Only cops called it just "the 
signal," he thought. And how had she known how to turn it 
on? he wondered. The switch was hidden in a portion of the 
frame.

Across the street, Batman waited for Batgirl to follow. He 
didn't have to wait long. Although her equipment was not as 
sophisticated as his, she was very nearly his equal when it 
came to getting around the rooftops.

Alone, he said, "You had something to say to me that you 
didn't want your father to hear." Once again, a statement, not 
a question.

"You know, that really bugs me," she said. "You know 
everything about me and I know nothing about you."

The silent figure in black didn't answer.

"Okay, okay," she said. "Yes, I didn't want my father to know 
about my...encounter with Catwoman."

The pause in her voice was very slight, but Batman noticed it. 
It was his job to notice little things like that. "That's a unique 
way of phrasing that," Batman noted. "What happened?"

"I accidentally killed one of her cats," Batgirl told him. "It 
really was an accident. The cat was going to have kittens. I felt 
sorry for it and let my guard down."

"You've been sloppy before," Batman noted. Batgirl took that 
comment as a direct reference to her allowing him to discover 
her real identity. "Continue."

"She knocked me out."

"So that's how she escaped," Batman noted.

So, he doesn't know anymore. Everything up to now was just a 
guess--detective work, Batgirl thought. "Well, not exactly," 
she admitted. "There's more to it than that. She took me back 
to her...hideout."

"And you escaped."

"Eventually," Batgirl said. Well, if you consider walking out 
the front door the next morning in a borrowed set of clothes 
"escape," she thought.

"Why tell me all this?" Batman asked. "And why don't you 
want Gordon to know?"

Batgirl paused. Here was the tricky part, she thought. I don't 
want to give too much away. "She discovered who I am. She'd 
seen my picture in the paper last week; the annual Police 
Banquet. I was standing with my father and Bruce Wayne in 
the picture."

"You're sure she recognized you?" he asked.

"Yes," Batgirl said. "But...I don't think it's as bad as it seems."

"Oh?"

"We spent some time together...talking. I think there's more to 
Catwoman than you or I imagined. I think she'd go straight if 
we gave her a chance." Batgirl knew she was going out on a 
limb here, but she felt she owed it to Selina for killing her pet.

Batman considered the conversation for a moment. Batgirl, 
although not quite in his league, had always been straight with 
him before. Several times, she'd proven to be a worthy ally. 
And Selina Kyle, the Catwoman, was not exactly your average 
villain. She followed a strict code of honor, always a thief, 
never a murderer. Batman knew for a fact that much of the 
profits from her robberies was given to the poor though one 
of the churches in a seedier part of Gotham. The same church 
where her sister was a nun.

In his line of work, Batman encountered everyone from 
fiendish killers like the Joker to noble and honorable men like 
Superman and Commissioner Gordon. The only person he'd 
never been able to figure out was Selina Kyle. Sometimes, 
she'd do extremely noble things, other times, she'd steal 
without remorse.

He remembered an article a couple years earlier, by Lois 
Lane. It was a freelance article Lane had done with the man 
who was now her fiance, Clark Kent. Even objective 
journalists like Lane and Kent couldn't paint only a one-sided 
picture of Selina Kyle. The other subjects of the article were 
without redemption. But Catwoman came across in the article 
like a modern day female Robin Hood.

And if any man could see through someone, it was Clark Kent, 
Batman told himself. He was one of the few privy to the fact 
that Kent was really Superman.

And now, Catwoman knew Batgirl's identity. He wondered 
what price that would fetch, should she decide to fence it like 
any other of her plunder. But, he admitted to himself, that sort 
of information is very expensive. It extracts a toll higher than 
most other things in life. He knew that himself, remembering 
the piece of kryptonite that Kent had entrusted to him.

All these thoughts raced through Batman's mind. "Why do you 
think she'll change?"

"She could have taken advantage of the situation more than she 
did. It seemed to me that she is really just a lonely person in a 
bad situation."

"She's never given any evidence before of going straight. Why 
now?"

"Don't you ever consider that maybe there wouldn't be so 
many criminals out there if you'd help them instead of always 
hunting them down?" Batgirl said.

"Do you give your father the same speech?" Batman realized 
he was being sarcastic, but sometimes she deserved it.

"Yes," she said definitely, "Every chance I get!"

Batman knew this was true. As Bruce Wayne, he'd dined with 
the Gordons several times and had listened intently to 
Barbara's young idealism. It possessed her to become Batgirl 
and it possessed her to argue for what she thought was right.

"The only man in this whole God-forsaken city that seems to 
care about making things better is Bruce Wayne. At least the 
money he donates to charity buys something other than fancy 
cable-guns!"

A lifetime of practice allowed Batman to keep a straight face. 
He so desperately wanted to smile, just ever so slightly.


****


"What was all that about?" Gordon asked.

"I'm not quite sure," Batman answered.

Although he tried not to show it, Gordon was mildly 
surprised. It always seemed that there were few things that 
Batman didn't know. In those rare instances, Gordon couldn't 
help but be surprised.

"She claims that Catwoman wants to go straight," the Dark 
Knight explained. "Or, at least, would if given the chance."

"She stole three million dollars worth of gems from the 
Gotham Natural History Museum two nights ago," Gordon 
said. "Mighty funny way of 'going straight'."

"Yes. But if Batgirl is correct, it is worth pursuing."

"Well, I guess it would be. Catwoman's really more of just a 
nuisance. I mean, when you compare her antics to the 
Joker's..." Gordon didn't have to finish the sentence, Batman 
was already gone. The shades of his open window fluttered 
slightly from the Dark Knight's passing.

"I hate it when he does that," Gordon said to no one in 
particular.


****


The lights in the cave snapped on as the car tripped the electric 
eye at the entrance. Batman stopped the car on the turntable 
and stepped from the large black vehicle. The news media 
called it the "Batmobile," but to Batman it was simply one of 
several cars he used.

Contrary to the initial impression that a cave would be wet and 
cold, the cavern below Wayne Manor was dry and cool. 
Portions of the cavern were blocked off to keep the rodents 
and bats out. They just took too large of a toll on the electrical 
equipment.

The main part of the cavern was open, with a vast array of 
exercise and gymnastic equipment to one side and a fully 
equipped garage on the other. Between the two was the thirty 
foot turntable the car now rested on. Batman flipped a nearby 
switch and the turntable slowly moved around. When it had 
completed a half turn, the car was pointed to the entrance and 
ready for a swift exit.

To the back of the main part of the cavern, a number of rooms 
had been built. A long hallway lead from the cavern to a steel 
door. The steel door lead to a short hallway, the walls of 
which were also steel. At the end of that hallway was another 
steel door, the stairs to the mansion above. Unless unique entry 
codes were entered at both doors, they would lock and prevent 
anyone from escaping. Only someone of Superman's strength 
could possibly break out of the trap.

On either side of the long hallway there was a large office, 
workshops, a computer room, a locker room (complete with 
sauna, whirlpool bath, and massage table), a first aid station, 
and various types of equipment storage.

Batman pulled the cowl and cape off and hung them in the 
locker room. He then walked to his office. The office was 
typical of what might be used by any Fortune 500 CEO. It was 
lined with bookshelves and the centerpiece of the room was a 
large custom built desk. The desk was mahogany and was 
nearly twenty feet across. It was identical to the one in 
Wayne's office at the Wayne Enterprises building. The only 
difference between the two desks was that the one at Wayne 
Enterprises didn't get used as much.

The desk in the cavern office was covered with books, three 
computer terminals and piles of papers. Batman sat down in 
the chair behind the desk and logged into his private computer 
system. If the news media know of the computer's existence, 
they surely would have dubbed it the "Batcomputer."

The computer system would be the envy of any large 
corporation or scientific research facility. Due to the unique 
nature of his requirements, the computer system was pieced 
together from the various components that suited each need. 
There was a IBM ES/9000 mainframe for heavy database 
work and several DEC and HP minicomputers to handle 
general administration and e-mail. A Silicon Graphics 
workstation was also attached to the network, as well as a 
smaller Cray supercomputer for heavy computational and 
design needs. Various personal computers, including a number 
of WayneTech prototypes, were scattered through the cavern. 
Additionally, there was a newly installed desktop video 
conference system.

All of Bruce Wayne's business e-mail was secretly routed to 
the system here in the cavern. If he choose to, Wayne didn't 
have to go to his Wayne Enterprises office at all. He could run 
his entire empire right from this office. He used the office for 
Wayne business only in the most dire emergency. He made 
very certain that the two halves of his life didn't overlap too 
much. But there were times when Bruce Wayne could do 
things Batman could not. As an idea began to form in his 
mind, Batman wondered if this might not be one of those 
times.

Most of the time, Batman stayed very active. When he wasn't 
out on patrol, he was in the office doing various types of 
research or in the cavern gym working out. There were 
certain times when just sitting down and thinking through a 
problem was required. This was one of those times.

Batgirl wasn't quite herself, he thought. Not that she didn't 
have every right to be out of sorts. One of Gotham's infamous 
costumed criminals knew her secret identity. But she didn't 
seem overly concerned about that, Batman thought. Why not?

He decided that he would have to have another talk with 
Batgirl. He needed some answers to questions he didn't yet 
know to ask. If that didn't work, he'd resort to plan B. If he 
couldn't get anything as Batman, maybe Bruce Wayne could 
find out more by other means.


****


Barbara Gordon kept a very busy schedule. She held down a 
full-time job as head research librarian for the Gotham City 
Public Library. She also spent a fair amount of time as 
Batgirl. This, coupled with her workouts to stay in shape and 
her social activities as the daughter of Gotham City's Police 
Commissioner, kept her very busy. So as to not get too 
frazzled by it all, Barbara allowed herself one night alone each 
month. Tonight was that night.

She planned on a long hot shower to relax and then a quiet 
evening reading a good book.

She stepped into the shower and began to rub a soapy 
washcloth over her body. She felt the hot water pounding 
down on her back and felt the tension begin to ease from her 
body.

She finished washing and just stood there under the water, 
letting the spray of hot water soothe her. Without thinking, 
Barbara began to rub her hands over her naked breasts and 
down her stomach. The hell with a good book, she thought, I 
need a good fuck.

Then she began thinking about her encounter with Selina three 
nights before. She still couldn't believe that she had spent the 
night with a woman and actually enjoyed it. Every time she 
thought about it, she began to tingle all over. It reminded her 
of when she was a teenage girl and first learned to masturbate. 
Once she discovered the joys that her body could give her, she 
didn't want to do anything else.

Her experience with Selina seemed to have reawakened her 
sexuality. She wondered what new experience she wanted to 
try next.

Barbara decided that instead of staying home and reading, 
she'd get dressed up and go out on the town for a change. She 
so seldom went out by herself and it sounded like a fun thing 
to do. Maybe dancing. With her sexy new hair style and the 
right clothes, no one would know she was stuffy ol' Barbara 
the librarian.

She turned off the shower and stepped out. She began to dry 
off when she heard a noise from the living room of her 
apartment. Was that the front door? she wondered. No, it 
sounded more like the balcony door. Barbara wrapped a towel 
around herself and opened the bathroom door.

"Daddy," she called. It wasn't like her father to drop in on her 
like this, but he did have a key. Maybe she just didn't hear the 
doorbell, what with the running water of the shower. And her 
mind was preoccupied.

There was no answer. Maybe I was hearing things, she told 
herself.

Barbara pulled the towel tighter around herself and held it 
together with one hand above her breasts. She walked out of 
the bathroom. She peered into the bedroom, but there was no 
one there of course. She pattered in to the living room.

"Sorry to disturb you, Ms. Gordon."

Barbara was startled, but had half considered the possibility in 
the back of her mind. "Batman," she said.

"I didn't realize you were showering," he said. "I can leave."

Barbara smiled at him. "No, that's okay." She walked into the 
living room and nearer to him. He was standing near the 
balcony. The sliding glass door was open and a mild breeze 
caused both his cape and the curtains to flutter.

"What brings you to a single lady's apartment so late at night," 
she asked.

Batman eyed the woman. She was acting strange, he thought. 
He had visited her apartment several times and she always took 
it as business and was always brisk and to the point. Her short 
red hair was still wet from the shower and was arranged 
around her head in a tangle. She held the towel around herself 
with one hand, but it seemed ready to fall at the slightest 
movement. And the look in her eyes. It was a very 
uncharacteristic smolder.

Bruce Wayne had known Barbara Gordon for a number of 
years. They had met during her last year of high school. She 
was visiting Gotham State University in preparation of 
attending as a freshman the next year. Bruce was visiting as 
part of an alumni committee. When he found out that the shy 
little redhead was Commissioner Gordon's daughter, he had 
volunteered to escort her around campus. They became social 
friends, little more. As Bruce Wayne, he ran into her at 
various social functions that she attended in the company of 
her father. Years later, as Batman, he encountered her as 
Batgirl and soon thereafter discovered her identity.

Never in all that time, as either Bruce Wayne or Batman, had 
he seen that look in Barbara Gordon's eyes.

"I wanted to discuss Catwoman," he said. He noticed that the 
towel seemed to be edging lower. Her face and upper chest 
was bright pink. The effects of a hot shower, he figured. Or a 
case of sexual flush, he wondered. Why was she acting such 
the tease?

"We can sit and talk." Barbara motioned for the couch and 
easy chair.

Batman made no move. He preferred to stand, ready to leave 
if necessary. Barbara half turned and moved toward the couch. 
As she did, the towel fell open. She let it drop to the floor.

Batman looked at her as she stared dreamily into his eyes. Her 
breasts were fully exposed and heaving with each breath. As 
was common with redheads, her upper chest and shoulders 
were lightly dotted with freckles. He darted his eyes to the 
side. She sighed and slowly bent over to pick up the towel. 
"Silly me," she said. As she bent over, she pivoted on one foot 
and rolled her hips. At full bend, her ass pointed directly at 
the tall, dark clad figure.

Batman looked at Barbara again. He could see the glow of her 
pale white skin, moist from the shower. She hadn't finished 
drying off, he realized. He could see her breasts hanging 
forward has she bent over. Between her legs, he saw an 
inviting flash of red hair. Although he displayed no outward 
shock or even recognition of her actions, under his cowl, a 
bead of sweat rolled down the back of his neck.

If Batman *thought* Batgirl had acted out of character the 
night before, he was *sure* that Barbara Gordon was acting 
out of character now. Was she trying to seduce him, he 
wondered. What could possibly make her act this way?

Barbara Gordon finished picking up the towel and slowly 
wrapped it loosely around herself. She sat down on the couch 
and pulled the towel from under herself, draping it across her 
breasts and lap.

Batman moved to stand behind the easy chair. From this 
position he faced her directly.

"Exactly why do you think Catwoman is ready to reform?" he 
asked.

"I don't know for sure," Barbara said. The shrug of her 
shoulders threatened to cause the towel to fall again. "It's just a 
feeling I have."

"Exactly what happened?" he asked.

"We...talked," she said.

Again the pause, he noticed. There is something about that 
encounter that she doesn't want me to know about, Batman 
told himself. "And."

"And, she seemed to open up." As she said that, Barbara 
Gordon opened her legs slightly, almost unconsciously. The 
towel still covered her lap, but if she opened the her legs much 
further, the gap would afford him a view of her crotch.

This is going nowhere, Batman thought. Actually, it's going 
somewhere I'd rather not go. Batgirl was usually very 
forthcoming with information about her crimefighting. 
Tonight, all that was forthcoming was a very blatant and 
sexual proposition.

"She said she wanted to go straight?" he asked.

"Not in so many words," she answered. Barbara ran her left 
hand through her damp hair. As she lifted her arm, the towel 
threatened to fall again. She put her right hand to her chest to 
catch the towel. "It was more something that I felt from her. 
She seemed...lonely. I think being an outlaw has made her a 
lonely person and she wants to live a normal life now."

"Do you think she'd be willing to met me?" Batman asked. "To 
talk," he added quickly.

"Maybe," Barbara said. She moved the fingers of her right 
hand slightly, a gentle caressing motion over her breast. "I 
don't know."

"The next time you see her, tell her I'm interested in talking 
with her. If she agrees to talk and returns the gems, I'll refrain 
from taking her in." He moved toward the balcony.

"I don't know when I'll see her again," Barbara said. She 
started to get up, the towel falling again.

Batman already had his back turned and was heading out the 
balcony door. "But you will," he said.

"Yes," Barbara agreed. But he was gone. She stood in her 
living room, naked and with damp hair. God, he makes me 
horny, she thought.


****


The next day, Barbara Gordon was working at the reference 
desk of the library when two surprises happened. She was 
filling in on the reference desk for a sick co-worker when a 
messenger brought her an invitation to a party at Bruce 
Wayne's the following night. This seemed unusual, she was 
normally invited with her father to Wayne's parties. But this 
invitation was especially addressed to Ms. Barbara Gordon and 
guest.

Not more than a half hour after the invitation arrived, the 
second surprise showed up. Barbara was busy helping a young 
high school girl look up a reference in a science journal when 
she turned back to the desk and found Selina standing there.

"Hello," Selina said.

"Hi," Barbara stammered. She was beginning to feel really 
inadequate, what with Selina and Batman continually sneaking 
up on her.

"I was in the neighborhood and thought we could go for 
lunch," Selina said.

Selina stood in front of the reference desk. She was wearing a 
white silk blouse and blue jeans. The white blouse contrasted 
her black hair. The jeans were tight and fashionable, sure to 
turn every man's head. But dressed like this, she didn't look 
like Catwoman.

"Well, I guess," Barbara said. She wasn't sure about Selina's 
motives, but she figured a polite conversation over lunch in a 
public place couldn't hurt anything. And maybe she could feel 
Selina out on the idea of meeting with Batman.


****


The cafe served the best espresso in Gotham and had outside 
seating. It was another hot and humid day, but the shade of the 
umbrellas on the tables helped.

To the casual passersby, the two woman appeared to be old 
friends. If someone had happened to overhear their 
conversation, they would only have heard things that women 
normally talk about. The topic eventually turned to men.

"I saw an old friend last night," Barbara said.

"Oh," Selina said. "Which one?"

"The tall, dark gentleman," Barbara told her. "I was just 
getting out of the shower. He didn't want to stay."

Selina rolled her eyes. "He has the willpower of a saint. 
Believe me, I've tried."

"No luck?"

"Apparently none better than you had last night. Are you 
willing to share him?"

"Ha!" Barbara laughed. "I'd love to. But I'd guess neither one 
of us is going to get that lucky."

"So why did he stop by?"

"He wants to talk to you."

"Seriously?"

"Yes." Barbara leaned forward so one one could hear. To 
anyone watching the scene, it appeared like she was telling her 
girlfriend a secret. "I've got him convinced that you're not 
such a bad person. He promised not to take you in if you'll 
meet him and talk. And return the gems to the museum."

"Maybe, I'll have to think about it."

Barbara looked at Selina. The look in Selina's eyes was hard to 
read, a strange mixture of melancholy and promise. Like 
Barbara, she was a lonely person and wanted to fit in 
somewhere. Maybe now was the time for a change in her life.

"Well, while you're thinking about it, how about coming to a 
party?"


****


Bruce Wayne had a reputation for being a rich kid that 
inherited a great deal of money and then struck it big in the 
computer software market. But his reputation also included the 
fact that he gave great parties!

Bruce walked down the stairs. Some early guests had already 
shown up. He checked his bow tie in the mirror on the 
landing. Everything looked fine. He was in a tux. A bit 
overdressed by the look of things, he told himself as he looked 
over the guests.

As much as Bruce disliked mixing his two lives, there were 
times when they were necessary. After the fiasco in Barbara 
Gordon's apartment, he resorted to plan B. A party. Not just 
any party, but a major blowout. Most of the parties he hosted 
were fundraisers for some worthy cause or another, but this 
was simply a party for the sake of a party. At least that's what 
everyone attending thought.

For Bruce, this was the opportunity to wear his best disguise 
(that of a rich playboy) and observe close up one of his guests. 
Barbara Gordon was at the top of the guest list. Although she 
didn't know it, the whole party was especially for her.

Bruce had specifically instructed Alfred, his butler and 
confident, *not* to invite Commissioner Gordon. No, this time 
the party guests were younger, wilder. This was no political 
fundraiser, no need for the old fogeys to get in the way.

He walked out into the main hallway of the mansion. He smiled 
at the guests as he walked past. A few words of chatting here 
and there. Like everything else he did, he played the host 
perfectly.

Bruce found Alfred in the kitchen. "Has everything been taken 
care of?"

"Yes, Master Bruce." Although Bruce was fully grown, Alfred 
was still in the habit of addressing his employer as he had 
when the two first met, those long years ago when Alfred first 
came to Wayne Manor to serve Bruce's parents. The young 
Bruce Wayne had taken an instant attachment to the butler and 
the butler has taken an attachment to the inquisitive youngster.

"One of the waiters from the service called in sick, but aside 
from that everything is in order," Alfred reported.

"Good." Bruce pulled the older man aside. "Alfred, I now how 
much you hate these parties, but make sure *everyone* has a 
very good time."

"Of course, Sir. I wouldn't have it any other way."

"And, if I'm not around when she arrives, please find me and 
let me know when Ms. Gordon gets here."

"Ms. Gordon, Sir? Isn't she just a bit young for you?"

"Alfred, I think she may be in a bit of trouble. I'd just like to 
keep an eye on her."

"Oh, yes, of course Master Bruce. I understand." There was 
that tone to Alfred's voice that told Bruce he understood that it 
was "Batman business."

Bruce wandered back into the party. The mansion was large 
and most of it was never used. Bruce tended to use mostly the 
"downstairs addition," as Alfred referred to the cavern, and 
had little use for the twelve other bedrooms. But, the large 
number of accommodations did come in handy for guests that 
indulged too much.

A short while later, he found himself talking to some young 
starlet, Bambi she called herself. She was trying to talk him 
into financing her next film. Alfred tapped his shoulder 
discreetly and whispered into his ear with a calm voice. "Ms. 
Gordon and her lady friend just arrived, Sir."

"Lady friend?" Bruce whispered back. The starlet hadn't 
noticed that Bruce's attention had been diverted and continued 
to drone on about how great this new script was and how the 
movie would be her big break into comedy.

"A Ms. Kyle, I believe, Sir. Selina Kyle."

Bruce had to restrain himself from stiffening. Catwoman, 
here, at my party, he thought. What power does she possess 
over Barbara? he wondered. "Thank you, Alfred," he said 
calmly.

"Please excuse me," he told the starlet.

"But, Brucie, I haven't told you who's going to direct," the 
starlet pleaded.

Bruce kissed her and said, "We'll discuss your movie later. 
I'm sure I can scrounge up the support. I've wanted to branch 
Wayne Enteprises into movies anyway."

The commitment made the starlet very happy and she was 
content to let Bruce off the hook. Before he had walked more 
than twenty paces, she had already turned her attention to 
another male guest.

Bruce found Barbara Gordon and Selina Kyle standing beside 
the buffet. Barbara looked stunning in a very short, knit 
minidress. The dark green color set off her red hair and 
matched her own green eyes. Although he was able to keep his 
objectivity, Bruce was also able to acknowledge that her long, 
bare legs and supple figure made her look quite desirable; no 
less desirable than the night before.

Her companion was equally attractive. Selina Kyle was dressed 
in a simple, but elegant black minidress.  Her raven hair 
flowed freely about her shoulders and her dark eyes seemed to 
sparkle. Her legs were even longer than Barbara's, Bruce 
noticed. Hard to believe that she was Catwoman, he thought. 
But then the catsuit didn't show this much skin. Both woman 
were getting their fair share of looks from the other guests.

"Babs," Bruce said cheerfully, "Can this vision of loveliness be 
my favorite librarian?"

Barbara Gordon turned to her host. "Bruce," she said, a 
brilliant smile gracing her face. "Daddy says hi."

"Tell your father I send him my best." Bruce turned to look at 
Barbara's guest. He had a playboy image to live up to after all, 
so it wouldn't hurt for him to stare at a beautiful woman. "I 
don't believe we've met," he said, knowing full well that it was 
a lie.

"Bruce, this is my new friend Selina," Barbara introduced 
them.

"Selina," he repeated. "What an exotic and beautiful name for 
such a beautiful woman. You're not one of those dreadful 
feminists, now are you? You don't mind if I tell you that 
you're beautiful?"

Selina smiled. It was a perfectly wonderful smile and perfectly 
practiced. "Mr. Wayne, I never mind when the richest man in 
America tells me anything."

"Well now, I'm not exactly the richest..." he shrugged. "I 
think Bill Gates and Lex Luther are richer. I don't know. I 
never bother counting the stuff. I'll have to ask my accountant 
the next time I see him."

The three laughed.


****


Bruce spent the remainder of the evening mingling with the 
guests. He moved masterfully around the room, making sure 
that everyone was happy and having a good time. With 
practiced skill, he managed to move around the party in such a 
way that he kept Barbara and Selina in sight most of the 
evening.

Barbara Gordon was dressed a bit more revealing than what 
he thought she normally dressed, but aside from that, he 
couldn't decide exactly what was wrong. She mingled also. She 
knew many of the people at the party from other functions that 
she had attended, functions that were either fund raisers for 
the library or political gatherings that she would have attended 
with her father.

Selina Kyle did likewise. She didn't appear to be casing the 
mansion, although for Catwoman, it would have been a perfect 
target.

When the two women were together, Bruce noticed that they 
were acting like two very good friends. They giggled together 
and whispered in each other's ears. They sometimes touched 
each other's shoulders or arm as they moved through the party 
guests. Bruce couldn't quite pin down what was wrong. He was 
convinced that Barbara was acting unusual and that Selina, 
Catwoman, was responsible. But he couldn't figure it out.

He noticed that both women spent a fair amount of time 
dancing. This was to the obvious delight of most the male 
guests. Between the two women, they danced with almost 
every man there. Once, they even pulled poor Alfred onto the 
dance floor and tried to get the reserved butler to dance with 
both of them at once. Alfred held his dignity intact and 
politely excused himself from the festivities.

Is it just possible they've become good friends, Bruce 
wondered. He tried to image himself in a similar situation. He 
couldn't picture inviting the Joker, Killer Croc, and Two-Face 
over to the mansion to watch Sunday afternoon football. He 
had already dismissed drugs or mind control, it just wasn't 
Catwoman's modus operandi.

Late in the evening, Bruce went into the kitchen to speak with 
Alfred about accommodating some of the more inebriated 
guests for the night. Alfred informed him that several of the 
guests had already taken the liberty of claiming some of the 
bedrooms. The look on the Englishman's face was of quiet 
resolve in the face of great anguish. Bruce shrugged off the 
issue; it wasn't the first time he'd had a party where couples 
had stuck upstairs to make love in the plush Victorian 
bedrooms.

When he reappeared in the main hall, he scouted the room for 
Barbara or Selina. He didn't see either. Bruce quietly asked 
one of the waiters if he had seen them. The waiter knew 
exactly which two ladies Bruce was referring to. "They went 
upstairs a few moments ago," the waiter said. "With Bob 
Jones, I think. Lucky guy."

Bruce thanked the waiter and dismissed him.

Bob Jones was the Gotham Giant's home run king. Like many 
other baseball greats before him, Jones had a reputation of 
striking it big with the ladies as well as with the bat. Both of 
them? Bruce wondered. How good of friends have they 
become? He decided he almost didn't want to know.


****


Being Batman was inherently voyeuristic. He spent many 
hours stalking across the rooftops of Gotham City, looking for 
criminals. Sometimes, he had to hide in the shadows, watching 
and waiting. Just as the stakeout was part of police work, so 
too was it part of being Batman.

In the years he had been Batman, Bruce Wayne had seen many 
things while watching and waiting. He had lost count of how 
many times he'd seen a prostitute perform oral sex in the front 
seat of the customer's car. Or walk into an alley with a john 
for a quick, up-against-the-wall screw.

At first, he had thought to chronical the sexual exploits he 
witnessed, but since most of the time it was purely incidental 
to his mission, he decided not to.

As he swung from building to building or climbed across the 
rooftops, he was often privy to scenes from people's private 
lives. He'd seen couples (and more) making love, he'd seen 
singles (men and women) masturbating. Nearly every 
combination of love-making and raw, nasty sex, he'd witnessed 
in some form or another.

There were several times, he'd been able to catch his prey only 
because they were engaged in the act. These times he did note 
in his crime journals, particularly when the sex act was deviant 
enough to possibly provide clues to the criminal's 
psychological makeup. Batman would never forget the time he 
busted into the Joker's hideout and found the Clown Prince of 
Crime bound and gagged while his female cohort, Harley 
Quinn, was stroking his penis with a feather.

Now, as Bruce walked back into the kitchen, he wondered 
about the ramifications of what he was about to do. The 
mansion had been originally built in Victorian times, and had 
many hidden secrets, not the least of which was the cavern 
below the grounds. The mansion was laced with passages and 
all of the bedrooms upstairs had peepholes and one-way 
mirrors. Bruce had never figured out the original purpose for 
this, and never resorted to using them.

But now, he seemed to have a need for just that sort of thing. 
He needed to know exactly what the relationship between 
Barbara and Selina was and how far it went.

He entered the passageway though the secret door at the back 
of the pantry. He slipped off his shoes and quietly climbed the 
stairs. The upstairs hallway ran the length of the mansion. On 
either side of the hallway where six bedrooms, with each 
bedroom opening out into it's own balcony. The passageway 
twisted and turned, allowing access to the common wall 
between each bedroom.

Bruce quietly walked from room to room. He had covered all 
of the original peep holes, but had not replaced the original 
one-way mirrors. A small cut-out behind each of the guilt-
edged mirrors allowed a view into the room. Due to the light 
difference between the room and the pitch-black passageway, 
there was little chance of a person discovering that they were 
being watched.

Several of the rooms were empty and several hosted sleeping 
guests, drunk to the world. Other rooms were indeed being 
used for sexual activity. It was in the fourth room of this 
nature that Bruce recognized Selina Kyle sitting on the bed.

Bruce slowed his breath and peered through the mirror. As 
distasteful as he found this, he also felt a tingle in his loins. It 
was the thought of seeing Barbara Gordon again that ran 
through his mind. He had resisted the temptations of Barbara 
Gordon's naked body the night before, but now, watching 
unseen, caused him to become excited.

Selina was sitting on the edge of the bed and was unzipping her 
dress. She pulled it down and her large round breasts fell out. 
On the bed beside her, Jones laid back with Barbara on top of 
him. They were kissing. Selina stood up and pulled the dress 
down. She was wearing a very small pair of thong panties. 
With a dress that tight, she'd have needed something very 
skimpy to avoid panty-lines.

She climbed onto the bed and laid next to the couple. Barbara 
lifted her head and Selina kissed Jones. Bob Jones held both 
women in his hands. He rubbed his large hands up and down 
the backs of both women.

After a few moments, Barbara, still dressed, slid down and 
unbuckled Bob's belt. She then slowly, teasingly, slid down his 
zipper. Selina and Bob stopped kissing for a moment and 
watched the "unveiling." Barbara fumbled for a moment and 
then Jones' erection popped up into her face.

It was at this point that Bruce realized that he could hear every 
word in the room. The wall behind the mirror must have been 
thinner than he thought. Both woman make comments about 
"it's as big as a baseball bat," and giggled. Bob Jones was 
obviously revelling in the attention of the beautiful women.

The night before, when he had been in Barbara's apartment as 
Batman, Bruce had not gotten an erection. The supporter and 
athletic cup he wore as part of his costume applied just enough 
of the wrong type of pressure to prevent it. Now, wearing just 
briefs and a pair of pants, he was not prevented from getting 
hard. The thought of Barbara Gordon, sweet, innocent 
Barbara Gordon, sucking a large dick made his own start to 
swell.

Barbara played with the man's penis for several minutes, 
bringing it to its full size. Bruce had been around enough to 
know that Jones' was on the large side, but not nearly as big as 
some other men he'd seen. In fact, the Joker was larger, Bruce 
thought. Unbidden, the image of the Joker's gastly white cock 
sprung into his mind.

By this time, Bob Jones had one of Selina's breasts in his face 
and was sucking on her nipple. Her breasts were large, but 
very firm. From his vantage point, Bruce could not see any 
scars. He wondered if she was just naturally firm. Her nipples 
were large, with fairly small, dark areolas. The nipples looked 
even bigger than they probably were because they were 
extremely erect.

Barbara bent over Jones' crotch and began to lick the end of 
his dick. She unconsciously brushed her hair back, obviously 
not yet used to the short haircut. The look on Jones' face was 
one of absolute bliss; a large tit in his face and a redhead 
sucking his dick.

Selina got up and moved down to Bob's crotch. She motioned 
Barbara away and took his dick into her own mouth. Barbara 
took that as the opportunity to get undressed. She slid out of 
the dark green minidress and her panties in one quick 
movement. She then straddled Bob's face and pushed her red 
haired pussy onto his mouth.

Bob Jones was known throughout Major League Baseball for 
never giving up until the last man was struck out. He'd lead the 
Giant's to several come-from-behind victories for the league 
pennant several seasons in a row. What he couldn't do was 
stand up to the sexual ministrations of these two beautiful 
women. His come shot into Selina's mouth. She moved her 
head back away from his penis and ended up with some of it 
on her face.

As soon as he came, he pushed a very reluctant Barbara off his 
face. Mumbling something about "game tomorrow," he 
grabbed his clothes and headed for the adjoining bathroom.

Selina and Barbara looked at each other in amusement and 
disappointment. Bruce continued to watch from the 
passageway. Barbara moved over to Selina. Then, she leaned 
forward and licked the come from Selina's face. When she had 
finished licking it off, she and Selina embraced and kissed.

So that's it, Bruce said to himself, bewildered by the thought. 
He first considered that Selina had "enslaved" Barbara, but 
dismissed the idea. She was acting unlike herself, but Barbara 
was most definitely *not* being told what to do or being 
forced into it in any apparent way.

The shock of seeing the two women kissing and touching, 
combined with the potential problems this arrangement could 
cause, wilted Bruce's erection. His mind sprang into action, 
pondering the various options before him. His own sexual 
needs and desires fell away under the logical and precise mind 
of the Batman.

He walked quietly down the passageway and back to the 
pantry. He put his shoes back on and adjusted his pants, just in 
case. Alfred looked at him curiously when he stepped from the 
pantry. He knew that he'd have to explain it to the butler at 
some point, but he also knew that Alfred would wait patiently.

Bruce walked back into the party and waited. He continued to 
play host, but the hour was late and the crowd had dwindled. 
Bob Jones came down from upstairs, a slightly guilty look on 
his face. No one in the room seemed to notice as he walked 
across the room to Bruce. "Well, Bruce, ol' buddy, thanks for 
a great party."

"Leaving so soon?"

"Have a big game tomorrow," Jones said.

"Slug one out of the park for me," Bruce said to the 
ballplayer.

"Sure."

Bruce turned his attention back to the party. Several minutes 
later, Barbara and Selina quietly came downstairs. Barbara 
noticed Bruce watching them. She blushed deep red. She had 
hoped that no one would have noticed their little visit upstairs 
with the home run king.

She and Selina began to mingle with the few remaining guests. 
Bruce walked over to the two ladies. "Did you a good time?" 
he asked.

Barbara blushed even darker. "The party, I mean," Bruce said. 
"Alfred really went all out planning it on short notice." He 
pretended not to notice Barbara's embarassment

"Yes," Barbara said. "It was very nice."

"Why, yes, Mr. Wayne," Selina said. "I enjoyed myself a great 
deal." As she said this, she shifted her evening bag in her 
hands. Bruce was half tempted to see if she'd taken anything. 
He reminded himself to ask Alfred to count the silver 
tomorrow.

"Thank you for inviting us," Barbara said. She then leaned up 
and gave Bruce a kiss. Not the friendly social kiss they usually 
shared, but a french kiss. Bruce was caught totally by surprise. 
It was the same sort of kiss he had just seen the women share 
upstairs. He recovered his composure quick enough to rub his 
tongue against the younger woman's tongue as she thrusted it 
into his mouth.

Barbara broke the kiss. Selina said, "Yes, thank you." And she 
too gave him an open mouthed french kiss. She did more than 
just press her tongue into his mouth. She took his tongue into 
her mouth and sucked it slightly, running her tongue back and 
forth across the tip of his. Just like a blow job. Just like the 
blow job she'd just given Bob Jones.

She finally broke off the kiss. Bruce was absolutely stunned. 
He simply stood there and looked at both women. Barbara 
leaned forward again and said, "Please don't tell my father. 
He'd kill me if he knew I kissed you like that."

"Uh, right," was all Bruce could say as he watched the women 
walk across the floor and out the front entry way.

"I dare say he would," Alfred said quietly, coming up from 
behind Bruce. "Did you learn what you wanted?"

"More. Far more than I wanted," Bruce admitted.



End of part 2.





Part Three

Bruce and Selina


Bruce Wayne awoke with a start. He had another nightmare. 
This was not uncommon. He often had nightmares. One dream 
in particular tended to haunt him. The vision of his parent's 
death at the hands of a gunman visited him on a regular basis.

But this dream was different than most. It had been hot, he had 
slept with no covers. He threw his legs over the edge of the 
bed and stood. His erection formed a tent in the front of his 
pajama bottoms. Yet, he felt no urgent need to urinate. The 
dream, this dream, had been a dirty dream.

He sat back down on the edge of the bed. He normally 
preferred *not* to remember his dreams. But he wanted to 
remember this one.

He calmed his mind and cleared it of all thoughts. The dream 
began to come back to him as he closed his eyes.

He was naked in the dream. No, not totally naked. He was 
wearing the cape and cowl, but naked underneath. And there 
were women in the dream. He tried to remember their faces. 
One by one, the faces came back to him.

Silver. Vicky. Talia. Barbara. Selina.

Silver St. Cloud; Vicky Vale; Talia, Ras Al Ghul's lovely 
daughter; Barbara Gordon, Batgirl; and Selina Kyle, the 
Catwoman.

He reopened his eyes. They had been naked in the dream too. 
And offering themselves to him.

In reality, outside of the dream, he *had* slept with the first 
three. He even thought at the time that he had loved all three. 
He'd seen the other two naked. Just the night before. And they 
had both kissed him the way only a lover should.

As he walked from his master bedroom, Bruce Wayne put on 
a robe and headed down to breakfast.Try as he might, he 
couldn't decipher the dream. Bruce finally decided it was 
merely sexual wish fulfillment. He smiled briefly when he 
thought about all those lovely ladies: platinum blonde, blonde, 
brunette, redhead, and raven-haired. All the colors of a female 
rainbow.


****


Batman sat at the desk in his cavern office. He had spent the 
day here. Bruce Wayne was after all the CEO and Chairman 
of the Board of Wayne Enterprises; he could take a day off if 
he wanted. Batman had taken the night before off, sort of. 
Now it was back to work.

He had spent the day net-surfing. Computers were becoming 
an increasingly important part of everyday life. They were 
also becoming an increasingly valuable tool in criminology.

He had, however, come up empty. Not that he hadn't tried.

WayneTech was considered a fine company and made excellent 
computers. They were simply coming from behind. IBM, HP, 
and DEC had made it there first. To make up the difference, 
Wayne had borrowed an idea from Apple. He gave enormous 
quantities of his computer equipment to schools and 
universities. WayneTech did, of course, get a sizable tax 
break. The goal, however, was not to save money. It was to 
seed computers into the schools so that the next generation of 
workers would be skilled in their use. The fact that they were 
trained on WayneTech systems only went to help future sales.

One such university that relied heavily on the generosity of 
WayneTech was Gotham State University. His alma mater. 
And that of Barbara Gordon.

Although WayneTech computers were considered second tier, 
WayneSoft had an excellent reputation. Microsoft was first 
with microcomputer software, but WayneSoft had the market 
lead on most other types of software, including the software 
that ran on the WayneTech mainframes.

Long before anyone else heard of microkernel architecture for 
an operating system, WayneSoft's Computer Monitor System 
(CMS) was built around a small and very fast core module. It 
was the only part of the computer that the user could not alter. 
This was for security reasons. It was also the part of the 
system that had hidden instructions which allowed Batman a 
backdoor into any computer running it.

Batman had logged into the Gotham State University computer 
system and spent a better part of the day looking for 
information about Barbara Gordon. He looked through her 
transcripts and read her thesis. It was on the applied 
application of computer technology in libraries. The girl was 
ahead of her time, he thought. If she ever gives up being 
Batgirl, I might just have to hire her to run this system.

But no where could he find any indication of aberrant 
behavior. Not while she was in college, not in the work 
records he'd gleaned from the Gotham City Public Library 
(also a WayneTech CMS system).

He didn't let his conscience bother him. After last night, he 
figured he'd already stepped over the line by invading her 
privacy. Batman considered his actions normal in the course of 
his investigation of any criminal. But Barbara Gordon was no 
criminal. She was just having lesbian sex with one.

The intercom beeped. Batman looked at the time display on the 
nearest computer screen. It was almost 10:30 pm. It was nice 
and dark by now, time to begin patrol. Alfred was probably 
just reminding him to eat something first. "Yes, Alfred," he 
said.

"Master Bruce, you have a visitor."

"This late. Who is it?"

"I believe it's Batgirl."

"Batgirl?"

"Yes, she's here to speak with Mr. Wayne."

"I'll be right up. Give me time to change."

"I'll keep her entertained, Sir."


****


"Are you sure you wouldn't like a drink, Madam?" Alfred was 
asking Batgirl as Bruce Wayne walked into the entryway of 
the mansion.

"Maybe some mineral water," she replied.

At first glance, Bruce thought it was Catwoman. Batgirl had 
changed her costume. Instead of the black bodysuit with big 
gold bat across the chest and a black cape with purple lining, 
she was wearing a simple black full-length bodysuit. A much 
smaller gray bat-symbol was above her right breast. The cowl 
seemed trimmer also, but that might just have been because 
her shorter hair didn't come out the back like it used to. She 
wore black gloves and long, lace-up black boots. Like 
Catwoman's catsuit, the boots were soft soled to prevent noise.

Only the ears of the cowl were different than Catwoman's 
costume, more pointed, like those on his own cowl.

"Batgirl?" he asked.

"Yes, Mr. Wayne. I'm sorry for dropping by so late."

"That's okay," he said. "I had a monster party last night and 
was still recuperating. I didn't have any plans for tonight." He 
tried to cover for looking at her so intently, "I thought you 
wore a cape?"

"It's a new costume. The cape tended to get in the way," she 
explained.

"Oh," he said. "Well, it certainly shows off your body." He 
played the womanizing playboy to the hilt. Which wasn't 
difficult considering that the bodysuit *did* hug her curves 
and it reminded him that he'd seen her naked twice in the last 
two nights.

He was somewhat concerned with the new costume. It *was* 
more suited for night work than the original one. The purple 
and yellow trim made Batgirl's original costume look like 
something that a schoolgirl would design. But then, that was 
exactly what it had been.

The new one was just too close to Catwoman's. More evidence 
of Catwoman's influence on Batgirl? Oh, well, he thought, one 
step forward, one step back.

Batgirl didn't answer Bruce's come on. He did notice a slight 
blush coloring the parts of her checks that were visible from 
under the cowl. Inwardly, he sighed. She's just got to be more 
careful. That blush is the same one she had last night when I 
caught her and Selina sneaking down the stairs after their little 
session with Bob Jones.

"Won't you come into the parlor. It's far more comfortable. 
And cooler. The mansion is old, you know. The air 
conditioner just doesn't cool off this entryway the way it 
should."

"Of course," she said.

Batgirl followed Wayne into the parlor adjoining the 
entryway. Alfred followed a moment later with a tray and two 
bottles of mineral water. He also had two glasses of ice on the 
tray.

Batgirl took a seat on the couch and Bruce leaned on the back 
of the easy chair. As Alfred served the water to their guest, 
Bruce realized that this arrangement was far too close to their 
positions in Barbara's apartment several nights before. He 
strolled casually to the window.

The Batsignal was flashing in the sky. There was nothing he 
could do until Batgirl left.

"So, what brings you here this evening. Surely you don't 
suspect me of some heinous crime," he laughed.

"Of course not, Mr. Wayne."

"Please, call me Bruce," he turned on the charm.

"Yes, Mr. ... Bruce." She took a long drink from the water. 
He imaged how good it tasted. With the hot and humid weather 
that Gotham had been suffering, he knew exactly how hot it 
was under a cowl like hers. "I wanted to discuss some business 
with you."

"Business?"

"Yes. I have a friend who is looking to change careers. I 
thought you might be in a position to hire her as a consultant."

"A consultant. In what field?" Bruce asked.

"She is a bit of a security expert."

"I have several very good experts already," he explained. 
"Why would I want to bring your friend on?"

"Mr. Wayne," she said, deciding to remain formal. Batgirl 
found it easier to disguise her voice that way. "I understand 
you're a philanthropist. You contribute vast sums of your 
money to worthy causes. Consider this job a form of 
rehabilitation."

"Rehabilitation? Who exactly are we talking about?"

"Her name is Selina Kyle. You might know her best from the 
newspapers. The media nicknamed her 'Catwoman.'"

Alarms went off in Bruce's head. She's getting very sloppy, he 
thought. It was enough to introduce Selina Kyle as Barbara 
Gordon's friend. But to introduce Catwoman as Batgirl's 
friend was cutting it way too close. It wouldn't take a genius to 
put two and two together.

"Catwoman!" he exclaimed. "I wouldn't want to hire Gotham's 
most famous catburgler as a security consultant. And you 
consider her a friend?!?" He did his best to sound incredulous.

"Mr. Wayne, I have evidence that she's willing to go straight. 
But to do so, she needs a decent job. Her skills with security 
systems are legendary. It would be like when you gave the 
young gentleman that broke into your computer system a job 
as a programmer. It gave him a chance to put his talents to 
good use, rather than bad."

Still sloppy, he thought. Now she's sounding more and more 
like Barbara when she gives her idealist talks to her father.

"Well," he laughed, "You almost sound like a young friend of 
mine. Always extolling me to do the right thing."

This time she hide the blush. Or didn't realize he was talking 
about Barbara Gordon.

"But what about the gems she stole from the museum lately?"

Batgirl finished drinking the mineral water and stood up. She 
walked to stand beside Bruce at the window. "The Batsignal," 
she pointed out. "That's probably Police Commissioner 
Gordon summoning Batman right now to tell him that the 
gems were returned to Police Headquarters this afternoon."

"Oh," he said.

"Yes. She wants to make a change in her life. You're the only 
one in Gotham I could turn to. Batman and the police are too 
skeptical to believe me. Offer her a job so she doesn't have to 
steal for a living and she'll be a changed woman." With that, 
Batgirl left. She was across the floor and out the entryway 
before Bruce could reply. It was obviously a tactic meant to 
give her the last word. He often used it himself.


****


"Are all the gems there?" Batman asked as he stepped through 
the open window into Gordon's office.

Gordon jumped at the sound of the Dark Knight's voice. "How 
did you know?"

Batman didn't answer him. The gems were laid out on a tray 
on Gordon's desk. A police forensics expert was cataloging the 
gems against the crime report from the museum. "It appears 
so," Gordon admitted. "A package just turned up on my desk 
this afternoon. I went out for lunch with my daughter Barbara 
and when I came back, here they were."

Barbara slipped them there when he had his back turned, 
Batman thought. She's certainly sticking her neck out of this 
one.

Batman picked up one of the gems and held it up to look at it 
in the ceiling light. "Not fakes," he said.

Gordon wasn't sure if it was a question or a statement. "We're 
going to have a museum expert look at them tomorrow 
morning. But I don't think so."

Chief Detective Bullock hurried into the office. "You were 
right Commissioner. They were Selina Kyle's fingerprints on 
them. Yo, Bats."

"Detective," Batman acknowledged Bullock. He turned back to 
Gordon, "What sort of container were they in?"

"This bag," Gordon said. He handed Batman a canvas bank 
bag. Batman gave the bag a cursory look and handed it back to 
Gordon.

Small enough to conceal in a purse, Batman thought. And a 
type of fabric that wouldn't leave fingerprints. Maybe you're 
not as sloppy as I thought, Barbara.

"So, I guess Batgirl was right. Catwoman does want to go 
straight," Gordon said. But once again, Batman was already 
gone.


****


"Mr. Wayne, you have a visitor," his secretary announced on 
the intercom. "She doesn't have an appointment."

"Who is it?" he asked.

"A Ms Kyle," the secretary said.

Bruce had been waiting two days for this. He'd assumed that 
Batgirl's visit was merely the opening move, intended to 
introduce him to the idea. He was sure that Selina Kyle would 
come see him herself.

"Send her in," he told the secretary.

"But, Mr. Wayne, you have an appointment with Mr. Fox in 
twenty minutes."

"Delay it. Lucius will understand. Send Ms Kyle in please."

A moment later, the secretary lead Selina Kyle into Bruce's 
office. Selina was wearing a simply outfit; black silk long-
sleeved blouse and medium length skirt. The same colors as 
the night of the party, but an entirely different look.

"Ms Kyle, so good to see you again," Bruce said, rising from 
his desk to greet her.

"Mr. Wayne," she said.

The secretary left, closing the door behind her. Selina looked 
directly into Bruce's eyes. She slowly and deliberately wetted 
her lips and said, "I had so much fun at your party."

"Well, thank you," he said. He motioned for her to take one of 
the chairs in front of his desk. He waited for her to sit and 
than sat down himself. He noticed her long smooth legs as she 
crossed her legs and her skirt rode up slightly.

"Surely, you didn't come to my office just to thank me for 
having fun at my party. I think that goodnight kiss was thanks 
enough."

Selina smiled. "You're right, I come for another reason."

"And that is..."

"A friend of mine suggested that I speak to you. I'm looking to 
start a security consulting firm. My friend said that you might 
be willing to hire me."

"And what does a beautiful woman like you know about 
security?" Bruce asked.

"Mr. Wayne, you don't have to play dumb with me. The fact 
that I am Catwoman has been covered more than adequately in 
the newspapers and on the local television. The publicity of my 
last trial alone was more than enough to let every man, 
woman, and child in Gotham know the name of the woman 
beneath the mask."

"Okay," Bruce said, getting serious. "I won't play dumb. I 
know who you are. I had a visitor several nights ago."

"A visitor?" Selina said. By the look on her face, it seemed 
obvious to Bruce that she didn't know about Batgirl's visit to 
Wayne Manor.

"Yes, Batgirl stopped by two nights ago. She indicated that 
Catwoman was wanting to give up a life of crime and needed a 
job to support her new lifestyle. Batgirl seemed to think you 
were friends."

This disturbed Selina. She was worried that Barbara's 
behavior was going to get Barbara into trouble. Anyone could 
figure out that it would be just too much of a coincidence that 
Barbara and Selina were friends *and* Batgirl was saying that 
she was friends with Catwoman. Batman might already have 
figured out who Batgirl was, but Selina didn't think Barbara 
wanted the whole world to know.

"Well, Mr. Wayne, I've run into Batgirl a few times. And 
Batman many times. Batgirl has always struck me as a nice 
person, but friends...," Selina shrugged noncommittally.

"I assumed she was telling me the truth. She's always been an 
advocate of criminal rehabilitation, you know."

"She probably thought she was doing me a favor," Selina said.

"In return for some fashion advice, no doubt," Bruce said.

"Fashion advice?" Once again it was apparent to Bruce that 
Selina had no idea.

"Why, yes," Bruce said. "Batgirl's redesigned her costume. It 
looks almost identical to your Catwoman costume."

"I wasn't aware of that," Selina said. "I suppose I should be 
flattered."

"I have a meeting that I'm late for...," Bruce started to say.

"If you're not interested, Mr. Wayne, say so. Don't try to just 
brush me off."

"...but I'd like to talk to you further about this."

"Oh."

"Would you be interesting in discussing this over dinner? My 
place, about seven?"

"Mr. Wayne, I'd be delighted. You don't have an ulterior 
motive, do you?"

"Why, no, Ms Kyle. Do you?"


*****


After dinner, Alfred dismissed the catering staff and 
adjourned to his own quarters. Bruce led Selina into the parlor 
and the two sat down to resume their conversation.

Bruce had discovered over dinner that Selina Kyle was a very 
interesting woman. She could be witty and very charming. He 
began to see why anyone, even another woman, would be 
attracted to her.

The two chatted for a few moments and then Bruce asked, "I 
can't just hire you as a consultant without understanding your 
motivations. Why?"

"I told you. I've decided to 'retire,' as it were. I need to find a 
job to support myself."

"Selina, I can't condone what you've done, but why quit? For 
that matter, why did you become the Catwoman in the first 
place?"

Selina Kyle's face turned contemplative for a moment. "I 
really don't know. You'd probably have better luck trying to 
ask Batman why he does what he does."

A lot better luck than you'd imagine, Bruce thought. "Come 
now, Selina. You must have some idea."

"I guess it was a sense of adventure. Thrillseeking." She 
shrugged.

"So why quit? Won't you get bored with the thrills?"

"There *are* other ways of finding thrills," she said, a sly 
smile on her face.

"And what sorts of ways would that be?"

Selina slid closer to Bruce. She reached up and held his face in 
her hands. She kissed him gently and then more forcefully. 
She reached around and grabbed him. He moved his hands 
around her waist. She kissed him again, this time with an open 
mouth.

Bruce returned the kiss. Whatever her faults, this woman 
knew how to kiss. But, then, it had been so long since he'd felt 
a woman's embrace.

They broke the kiss. "There are all sorts of thrills," Selina 
said.

"Selina, are you trying to influnce my decision?"

"Of course," she said. She moved her hand down his back. She 
was surprised at how solid his body felt. Selina had assumed 
that a rich playboy like this would be soft and flabby. Well, 
with his money, he can afford the best workout money can 
buy, she told herself.

Bruce began to wonder exactly how far to let this go. He 
*was* lonely and she was a beautiful and extremely sexy 
woman. But, she *was* Catwoman. He couldn't just let himself 
develop an emotional attachment to her. What if this whole 
scenario was simply a ploy?

Before he could decide, Selina kissed him again. He returned 
the kiss. She wiggled closer to him and still in mid-kiss, 
straddled him. Her breasts pressed against his chest and she 
rocked her hips over his. She was definitely hot and not just 
from the weather, he thought.

It wasn't the first time he'd had an agressive woman throw 
herself at him sexually. He was one of the richest, most 
desirable bachelors in the country after all. "People" magazine 
said so.

Most of the time, he found some way to discourage them. This 
time was different. He discovered, quite to his amazement, he 
was attracted to her. Part of it was the thrill of the chase; after 
many times as Batman, he was finally going to 'bag' the 
Catwoman. Part of it was the sense of danger. What if she 
discovered that he was Batman?

Bruce ran his hand up and down her back slowly. He felt her 
shoulder blades and realized that under her dress he couldn't 
feel any bra straps. She had extremely firm breasts to be 
walking around without a bra, he told himself. He felt a thrill 
run up his spine when he realized that soon he'd feel those 
same breasts. The same breasts that he'd seen through the peep 
hole only nights before.

Bruce broke the kiss and held Selina tight. She put her head on 
his shoulder and blew into his ear. He was intoxicated by the 
smell of her hair. Selina had a natural scent that mixed with 
the very small amount of perfume she was wearing. He'd 
never noticed it before.

She sat back up, still on his lap. She caressed her own breasts, 
cupping them in both hands. He smiled as she did this. She 
knows the effect she has on men, he thought.

"Selina," he said.

"Yes,"

"You are a very attractive woman. You might just steal my 
heart."

She smiled and made a grabbing motion at his chest with her 
hand, symbolically stealing his heart. "You can't expect a 
leopard to change her spots that easily, do you?" she said.

In return, he reached up and felt her breast. He first placed his 
hand above it. Bruce could feel her heart beating under the 
palm of his hand. He slowly slid his hand down and rubbed 
against her breast. She was firm and her nipple grew erect at 
his touch. Another shiver ran up his spine and through his 
groin. He hadn't felt this way with a woman since Silver St. 
Cloud.

He wasn't sure exactly when the decision was made, but it was. 
He had to have her. He moved his hand down to her leg and 
moved her leg off him. She stood. He also stood and then 
swept her up into his arms. Bruce mounted the stairs and 
carried Selina to his bedroom.

Once there, he threw her on the bed and leaned over her, his 
mouth on hers. She unbuttoned his shirt as they kissed. Selina 
ran her hands under his shirt and across his chest. "You 
certainly aren't built like I'd have expected," she said. "I 
would have thought that sitting behind a desk all day and 
eating fancy lunches would have made you flabby."

He knew it would be hard to explain why Bruce Wayne had a 
physique like a body builder. "I play a lot of racketball," he 
told her. "It's good for burning off the fat."

"I think we'll burn off some tonight," she said, reaching for 
his belt.

His belt loosened, he stood up and dropped his pants. As he did 
so, Selina pulled down her dress and her breasts fell out. Her 
nipples were hard and she was already breathing hard. She 
lifted her butt off the bed and slid the dress further down, her 
panties with it. A flip of her foot sent the dress and panties 
across the room.

Bruce stepped out of his briefs as he looked down at her bare 
body. Unlike most of the women he normally dated, Selina 
Kyle was full-figured, with round hips and large breasts. Her 
active nightlife kept her toned and firm. A full black bush 
covered her pussy. Most of the supermodels and actresses he 
dated trimmed their pubic hair. Bruce decided he liked a full 
beaver instead. More of an adventure that way, he thought.

As he knelt down to kiss her nether lips, he remembered 
Silver St. Cloud. Her hair, including her pubes, was so light it 
almost seemed to glow. Selina was the exact opposite; her 
raven hair was so dark it threatened to suck Bruce in when he 
looked at it.

He parted her black pussy hair and found an erect clit. Her 
pussy lips were large and already swollen from the excitement. 
"My, but you're wet," he said, his finger sliding easily into 
her.

"It's been a long time since I've been with a man," she said. 
"Or at least one that I was really excited about. The heat makes 
me horny."

"I excite you?"

"Yes."

"What else excites you?" Bruce asked. His finger curled inside 
her and he pressed against the ridge at the front of her love 
canal.

"OH!" she said. He knows female anatomy, she thought, 
delighted. She moaned in pleasure. Selina reached down and 
took Bruce's face in her hands. She pulled him forward, to 
her. He stretched out on top of her and with unerring aim, slid 
his erect dick into her wet pussy. "Oh, yes," she moaned as she 
drew her legs up and around his waist.

"What else excites you?" he asked again, his mouth next to her 
ear. He pushed into her.

"Lot's of things," she whispered in his ear.

"Tell me."

"A hard dick in my cunt," she said. He pumped her a little 
harder. "And a soft pussy in my mouth," she admitted, her 
voice a throaty whisper.

"Have you slept with your friend Barbara?" he wondered.

"Yes," she admitted.

The thought of the two woman sleeping naked, together in 
each other's arms, pushed Bruce over the edge. He pushed his 
dick hard into Selina's waiting pussy and came. He felt the 
muscles in his neck and shoulders tighten with the orgasm.


****


There were a number of events in his life that Bruce Wayne 
considered turning points. The biggest of course was the night 
his parents were killed. Another was the first time he put on 
the Batman costume.

Others included the time when he took Dick Grayson into his 
home. A sad turning point was when Dick's eventual 
replacement as Robin, Jason Todd, had been killed by the 
Joker. This tragic turning point was countered when he took 
yet another young man, Tim Drake, under his tutelage. 
Bruce's most recent turning point was when he was defeated 
by Bane and spent a year of his life healing and training to 
resume his crusade.

He felt that tonight was likewise a turning point. He slept with 
Selina Kyle, the Catwoman. A woman who up till now had 
been an enemy. An enemy who was now a lover.

But would she also be a confidant?


****


Bruce laid back and Selina had fallen asleep, her head on his 
chest. He was not used to sleeping this early, but the release of 
so many pent up sexual tensions relaxed him and he dozed 
lightly. It felt good to have a woman in bed beside him, he 
thought.


****


Selina awoke sometime in the middle of the night. She quitely 
arose from the bed and walked naked into the adjoining master 
bath. After peeing, she returned quitely to Bruce's side. He 
was awake.

"Did I wake you?" she asked.

"No. I don't sleep very well sometimes," he said.

"I'm sort of a night person myself," she admitted.

He put his arm around her and held her tight. Her skin was 
warm and soft. Her hair smelled fresh and delightful, even 
after their quick and sweaty fuck.

Selina rolled on top of him and pressed her pelvis down on 
his. Bruce felt himself begin to harden again. She sat up, 
straddling him. She reached down and positioned his dick at 
the opening of her pussy. A tilt of her full hips drove it into 
her. She then leaned forward and kissed him gently. "This will 
put you to sleep," she said.

She rocked her hips slowly forward and backward. Selina 
could feel his dick getting harder and swelling inside her. This 
position allowed her control and she pressed her weight hard 
on the top of his pelvis. This put the pressure of her 
movements onto her clit. Selina moved slowly and drew the 
experience out for as long as she could.

Bruce put his arms around her neck and pulled her down to 
kiss. The two lovers opened their mouths and pressed their 
tongues together in rhythm with Selina's hips. Under them, a 
spring in the bed began to squeak softly, keeping time with 
their movements.

For long minutes, Selina rocked her hips slowly up and down. 
Bruce kissed her the whole time and held her tight. He felt as 
though her hot breasts were burning a brand onto his chest.

Only after Selina brought herself to orgasm did Bruce begin 
thrusting up into her. Up till then, he'd allowed her to do the 
work. As she slumped against him, exhausted, he assumed the 
same rocking motion with his hips, thrusting into her wet cunt. 
Again, long minutes passed until he too reached a climax.


****


The next afternoon, Selina was sitting on the couch in her 
apartment. The air conditioner droned in the window behind 
her and her two favorite cats stretched out beside her. It was 
still hot and humid in Gotham City; Selina was wearing a 
halter top and shorts, nothing else.

The phone rang. She answered it. It was Bruce Wayne.

"Selina, I just wanted to call and tell you how much I enjoyed 
dinner. And the rest of the evening as well."

"I enjoyed it also," she told him.

"Look, Selina," Bruce said.

Here it comes, she thought. Fuck her hard and then leave her 
out to dry.

"I've been thinking about your...career change, as it were," 
Bruce continued.

"Oh," Selina said. She moved the phone to her other ear and 
stroked the fur of the cat closest to her.

"I can't just go hire you just on a whim, you know. I think we 
need something a little more solid to work from. I've got the 
boys in Legal drawing up a contract."

"A contract. For what?"

"It's fairly standard practice for contractors. Especially those 
in unique professions. Can you come by tomorrow afternoon 
to review them?"

"Sure," Selina said.

"See you tomorrow then?" Bruce asked.

"Yes," she said.

"Very well, till tomorrow," he said, reluctant to hang up too 
soon.

"Till tomorrow," she echoed.

After they hung up, Bruce sat back in his chair. He considered 
the wisdom of hiring Catwoman. Well, he told himself, if 
nothing else, I'll be able to keep a close watch on her.


****


Late that night, Selina was dressing for a workout. She waited 
until it had cooled off. Even after midnight, and it was still 
hot. Although she decided to give a try at Barbara's crazy 
idea, it didn't mean that she had to hang up the catsuit so soon. 
Maybe I'll try my hand at being a vigilante, she thought. Like 
Barbara. Or Batman.

Just then, she heard a sound from the other room. She finished 
zipping the front of the black leather catsuit up and slid her 
gloves on. She flexed her fingers to settle them into the gloves; 
the steel points at the tips of her fingers gleanting in the light 
of her bedroom floor lamp as she did so.

She moved quietly to the doorway between her bedroom and 
the other room. The apartment was on the top floor of an 
abandoned building. The building had once been a textile 
factory, but was left vacant for many years. About five years 
ago, real estate developers tried to renovate the building and 
convert it into luxury apartments. Their financing fell through 
before they could complete the renovations.

Selina had put a down payment on one of the apartments. She 
figured she might as well spend her money on a decent place 
to live; it was a noticable change from the neighborhood 
where she grew up. She ended up buying the building outright 
when the real estate market bottomed out during the late 
Eighties. She moved into the large apartment on the top floor 
and left the rest vacant. She liked her privacy.

The large space next to her apartment was supposed to be 
another apartment, even larger and better than hers, but it had 
never been finished. Only the original beams had been 
restored; the rest of the space was wide open. Selina used it for 
a workout area. A large skylight provided an opening to the 
roof.

Through the doorway between the apartments, Selina could see 
a shadow in the workout area. She wondered if it was Batman. 
As far as she knew, he didn't know where she lived. But he 
had his ways of finding things out. Barbara had said that he 
wanted to talk to her. Even though she returned the gems from 
her last heist and made an effort to find gainful employment, 
she was sure the Dark Knight would want to keep a close eye 
on her.

"Selina," Batgirl said.

"Barbara?"

Batgirl walked into the light. Selina could have swore that she 
was looking in a mirror. "Bruce said you changed your outfit, 
but I never expected this."

"I was getting tired of the old costume anyway," Batgirl 
explained. "This leather should be much more durable."

The two women walked into bedroom. Selina turned to look at 
her friend. Barbara's new costume *was* almost identical to 
her own. The ears on the cowl were different and Batgirl 
didn't have "claws" on her fingers, but aside from that, the 
two outfits were almost identical. But Batgirl had a stylized bat 
on the right side of her chest. This symbol was smaller and 
grey in color, instead of the bright yellow bat her old costume 
had.

"You spoke to Bruce Wayne?" Batgirl asked, pulling her cowl 
off. Her hair was wet with perspiration. She ran her hand 
through it in an effort to dry it.

"Yes," Selina said. She turned slightly so that Barbara couldn't 
see the smile on her face.

Barbara moved to face Selina. "So what did he say? Is he 
going to go along with the idea?"

"I was able to persade him," Selina said.

"'Persade him,'" Barbara said. "You slept with him, didn't 
you?"

"Maybe," Selina said coyly.

"You did! You slut," Barbara yelled. "You knew that I had my 
eyes on him."

"Calm down, Barbara. You can still fuck him if you want. I'm 
secure enough in my sex life to be able to share. In fact, I'll 
bet he'd like having both of us at once," Selina teased.

"Both of us?" Barbara was still somewhat naive about such 
things. But she was learning quickly. "So he was good?"

"Very good," Selina said.

"Both of us." Barbara found that the idea was very arousing. 
She and Selina had not been together since the night of 
Wayne's party and hadn't finished what they'd started with 
Bob Jones. Barbara had come tonight to see Selina partly to 
see what the outcome of her idea was. And partly to see if 
Selina wanted to have sex again.

"I was just getting ready to workout," Selina said. "Care to 
join me?"

"Okay," Barbara said. She focused on the thought of finally 
getting Bruce Wayne into bed. The thought was enough to put 
other thoughts out of her head. She'd had a crush on Wayne 
since the first time she met him. And now Selina was going to 
make it all happen.


****


The next afternoon, Selina walked into the executive offices of 
Wayne Enterprises. She was carrying a small pet carrier. The 
secretary looked at her with a funny expression, but buzzed 
Bruce to let him know that Selina was here.

"Send her in." She heard Bruce's voice on the intercom.

She walked into the office. Bruce was writing someone on a 
piece of paper. As he finished, he looked up at her and smiled. 
He rose to greet her. As the secretary closed the door, he 
walked to her and kissed her. She returned the kiss.

"What's this?" he asked after the kiss.

"A present," Selina said. "A gesture of good will."

"It looks like a cat," he said, peering into the pet carrier.

"You're almost as observant as his namesake," Selina said. She 
opened the carrier and pulled out a partially grown kitten. 
Pure black. Almost as black as her own hair.

"Namesake?"

"Batman," she explained.

"Batman?" Bruce asked, a questioning look on his face.

"This little guy likes to sneak around and pounce on me 
unannounced."

"Oh," Bruce said.

"I thought your mansion was just a little too big for just you 
and your butler. I figured you needed some company. For 
when I'm not there." She placed the kitten into Bruce's hands.

Bruce held up the kitten and looked at it's face. The kitten's 
bright golden eyes stared back intently. "Well, we do have 
some mice," he said, mostly to himself.

Selina moved to stand next to him. She nuzzled Bruce's 
shoulder as they both looked at the kitten. "Thank you," Bruce 
said, automatically.


End of part 3.






Part Four

Two Bats and a Cat


"And how shall you know I'm addressing the cat, sir, and not 
you?" Alfred asked.

"Alfred, you don't usually call me 'Batman.' Even when I'm 
wearing the suit. Besides, we can always give it a different 
name," Bruce said.

The two men stood in the kitchen, watching the kitten drinking 
a bowl of milk. "Yes, Master Bruce, I suppose we can. We just 
won't tell Ms Kyle."

Just then the door bell rang. "You were expecting company, 
sir?"

"No," Bruce said.

Alfred walked to the front door and opened it. Selina and 
Barbara were both there. They were both dressed casually and 
Selina was carrying a grocery bag.

"Madames," Alfred said. "Please come in. Master Bruce is in 
the kitchen with 'Batman'."

"Batman's here?" Barbara said.

"It's the kitten I gave him," Selina explained.

"You named a kitten 'Batman'?" Barbara asked.

"It seemed to fit at the time."

Alfred lead the two ladies to the kitchen. There, they found 
Bruce squatting over the kitten and scratching it behind the 
ears. An empty bowl was on the floor. As the women walked 
in, Bruce stood up. "Selina," he said, smiling. "And Barbara?" 
He was somewhat surprised to find the two women here. 
Especially this late at night. He was wanting to begin his 
evening patrol. This was the second night in the last week that 
his patrol had been cut short due to unexpected visitors. And 
twice in the last two weeks, he'd not gone out at all.

Barbara Gordon was wearing a red knit halter top and tight 
jeans. The halter hardly covered her breasts and left a large 
expanse of her freckle-dotted chest and shoulders bare. Bruce 
had known her for quite some time and the attire was 
decidedly unlike her. She normally dressed more 
conservatively. He also noticed that her nipples stood out 
prominently through the tight material of the halter.

Selina was dressed in a simple tee-shirt and jeans. Her jeans 
were looser than Barbara's but still tight enough to show off 
her round hips and long legs.

"We brought you some stuff for Batman," Selina said. She sat 
the grocery bag down on the kitchen counter and begin to pull 
items from it. A variety of cat toys and various treats soon 
covered the counter.

"That's very thoughtful," Bruce said.

"Quite so," Alfred added. "Sir, I believe I'll be adjourning for 
the night."

"Why, yes, Alfred," Bruce said, "Thank you." He caught the 
look the butler throw his way as Alfred left the kitchen. It was 
that look that Alfred always gave him when the butler thought 
he was doing something he shouldn't. Alfred still didn't 
approve of his current "arrangement" with Selina Kyle. But, 
Bruce told himself, Alfred is the one that's always after me to 
slow down and enjoy life.

When the butler left, Selina put her arms around Bruce's neck 
and kissed him.

Barbara stood watching, almost expectantly, Bruce thought.

"Um, lover, I've missed you," Selina said. "Would you mind if 
Barbara joined us tonight. I told her what an animal you are in 
bed and she so wanted to share you."

Bruce thought about it for a moment. Having two woman at 
once was every man's fantasy. And, although she was 
somewhat younger than himself, he found Barbara Gordon 
very attractive. He'd always considered her cute, but with the 
new, shorter hair cut and the less conservative wardrobe, he 
now found her quite sexy. Plus the fact that he had seen her 
naked several times piqued his curiosity. If nothing else, it's 
good for the playboy image, he thought. I just hope I don't 
have to look Jim Gordon in the eyes anytime soon.

Bruce put his free arm around Barbara and kissed her. After 
their kiss, Selina leaned forward and kissed her. Bruce then 
lead the two women upstairs to his bedroom.

In the bedroom, Bruce peeled off his shirt and laid down on 
the bed. He propped up a couple of pillows and watched as the 
two women began to undress each other.

Barbara was running her hand up and down Selina's back. 
Next, Barbara grabbed the bottom of Selina's tee-shirt and 
pulled it up. Selina raised her hands and allowed the tee-shirt 
to be pulled off. She left her arms up, it lifted her full breasts 
up and displayed them to both her companions.

"Ohmygawd," Barbara said, as she looked at Selina's breasts. 
"You didn't have these the other day."

Selina turned slightly to give Bruce a better look. A ring hung 
from each of her erect nipples. Selina had pierced nipples. "I 
didn't have the rings in," she explained.

Barbara reached up tentatively to touch one of her friend's 
breasts. Selina touched her other breast and gently tugged on 
one of the rings, moaning in obvious pleasure as she did so to 
show Barbara that the rings didn't hurt.

"How long have you had these?" Barbara asked, fascinated.

"A couple years," Selina told her.

A couple years, Bruce thought. That would have been when 
she was in prison. Bruce was not overly fond of body 
piercing, but he had known several women that had pierced 
nipples or belly buttons. He know of course about the 
anthropological significance of piercing amongst various tribal 
cultures, including some of the criminal sub-cultures in 
modern society. It was becoming more mainstream.

And, the last time he'd seen Dick, the younger man had a 
pierced ear. Bruce disapproved of course. Not because of the 
fashion statement; he disapproved because Dick, as Nightwing, 
wore only a face mask, not a full cowl. The face mask allowed 
people to see Nightwing's ears. Having a pierced ear meant the 
possibility of someone noticing that both Dick Grayson and the 
vigilante known as Nightwing had a distinguishing 
characteristic in common. For the same reason, Bruce 
disapproved of Dick's new pony tail. At least Clark has the 
common sense to comb his hair different when he's out of 
costume, Bruce thought.

Barbara was playing with Selina's breasts, licking the nipples 
and grasping the ring with her lips. As she grew more 
comfortable with the idea, she was growing adventuresome 
with Selina's arousal.

"If you like these," Selina said, "I've got something else to 
show you," she told the younger woman.

Barbara looked up, curious. Bruce was somewhat curious 
himself. Selina seemed to have an endless supply of surprises.

Selina unbuttoned her jeans and let them fall. She stepped out 
of them and kicked the jeans to the side of the room. She was 
not wearing any panties.

Barbara and Bruce looked at her; they could see nothing. 
Selina sat down on the edge of the bed and laid back, next to 
Bruce. She spread her legs open in invitation to Barbara. 
Barbara took a moment to pull off her own halter top and 
jeans. She was wearing panties. She slid them down and off 
and was likewise naked. Bruce was beginning to enjoy the 
view.

Barbara knelt down in front of the raven-haired woman. 
Selina touched herself and then pulled her thick black pussy 
hair aside, revealing her pussy to Barbara's view. Bruce saw 
the look of shock on Barbara's face. He got up and moved to 
the end of the bed to get a better look.

Selina had a ring, similar to those in her nipples, just above 
her clit, through her clit hood. The difference was that this 
ring had a small bead on it. The position of the ring allowed 
the bead to rest directly on Selina's clit. Below the clit ring, 
running down each of her pussy lips, were six small gold 
studs. Three on each of Selina's thick pussy lips. Bruce was 
fascinated almost as much as Barbara. During his travels, he 
had met native tribes where the men pierced their penises, but 
he'd never seen a woman up close with piercings on her 
genitalia.

"Does it hurt?" Barbara asked.

"Oh, no," Selina said. She rubbed her clit and it began to swell 
almost immediately. "Well," Selina explained, "It hurt like a 
bitch when it was done. But it doesn't hurt now."

Bruce leaned forward and took a closer look. He hadn't 
noticed the piercing holes when he'd gone down on Selina 
before. Selina had a prominent clit and large, meaty labia; 
what Bruce considered to be a classic "orchid" shaped pussy. 
When Selina was fully aroused and her clit at it's full 
extension, it and her pussy lips looked almost identical to the 
shape of an orchid blossom. The gold studs were actually little 
tiny barbells, a round ball at each end of a short staff. The 
staff was through the piercing holes.

"Why?" Barbara wondered. She seemed to be a little turned 
off by it.

"It was an initiation in prison," Selina explained. She fingered 
herself more, her pussy noticeably wetter.

"Will one of you lick my pussy before I die of horniness?" 
Selina implored. Bruce leaned forward and started kissing her 
pussy. As he licked her pussy lips, he noticed that when he 
moved his tongue up, Selina's cunt lips fell back to their 
normal position from the weight of the studs. Each time this 
happened, at tugged very gently on her clit. This seemed to 
arouse Selina far faster than when he'd licked her unadorned 
pussy before.

In a moment, Barbara broke out of her trance and moved up 
to kiss Selina. She straddled the older woman. Bruce took a 
break from licking Selina's pussy. He fingered her and rubbed 
her clit with his thumb as he looked up, into a closeup view of 
Barbara's red-trimmed pussy.

Barbara's pussy was smaller and looked tight. Her pussy lips 
were much smaller than Selina's and her clit looked buried in 
her folds. As the two women kissed and Selina began to suck 
on Barbara's tits, Bruce noticed Barbara's pussy beginning to 
moisten.

Bruce shifted his weight and centered himself in front of the 
two women. As much as he was enjoying licking and sucking 
on Selina's pussy, he was *very* curious to see how Barbara 
tasted. He reached up gently and caressed her back and 
buttocks. She glanced over her shoulder once, but otherwise 
didn't seem to give him much notice. But too, she wasn't 
pushing him away.

He continued to finger Selina's pussy as he tentatively kissed 
the small of Barbara's back. A prickle of goose bumps erupted 
over her back as he did so. He moved down, bypassing her 
anus for now, and gave her pussy one long gentle lick, from 
front to back, beginning at her clit and ending at her asshole. 
He felt Barbara tense in anticipation as soon as his tongue 
touched her pussy.

The attentions of Selina on Barbara's tits and his own work on 
her pussy soon had Barbara on the edge of her first orgasm on 
the night. Her pussy had opened up some from her arousal, but 
was still no where as large and "flowery" as Selina's.

Bruce decided to tease Barbara, it was his first time with her 
and he wanted her to enjoy herself to the maximum. That, in 
turn, would increase his pleasure as well. Leaving Barbara 
panting at the edge, he turned his attention back down to 
Selina's pussy.

He began licking Selina's clit. First up and down with his 
tongue, and then side to side. He curled the tip of his tongue 
into the ring and tugged gently on her clit. A few moments of 
this had Selina on the edge also. She moaned several times. 
Bruce could hear the smacking of the woman's lips as they 
kissed and sucked each other's tits.

He slid a finger back into Selina and sucked on her clit. He 
took it into his mouth and sucked it, like a nipple. "OH!" 
Selina cried. "Oh, that feels good... Batman!"

How had she figured out? he wondered. Bruce looked up. The 
two women were disengaging their embrace. The kitten had 
jumped on Selina and was batting at one of her nipple rings. 
As she grabbed the kitten and put him on the floor, all three 
laughed.

The kitten taken care of, Selina turned her attention to Bruce. 
"Barbara wants you to fuck her," she said. "Won't you be a 
good boy and make her happy?" At the suggestion, Barbara 
merely smiled.

Bruce had spent too much of his life learning to observe 
situations and people. Try as he might to distance himself from 
his thoughts, he just could not stop his mind from 
automatically assessing each new person or situation he found 
himself in. His life had relied upon this skill numerous times 
and he was glad of that.

In a bedroom situation like this, he obviously enjoyed himself, 
but couldn't help but wonder what each person's motivations 
were. He watched the women together and had noticed that 
Barbara was more passive than Selina. He knew that Selina was 
a strong willed and aggressive personality, but he would have 
thought that Barbara would have been too. In the other aspects 
of her life, she was fairly aggressive. But in the bedroom, at 
least with Selina, Barbara was willing to be a follower, not the 
leader.

Bruce knew from various studies he'd done into people's 
motivations and the psychology of group dynamics that some 
people's personalities did change depending upon the settings. 
Was this the key to Barbara's recent personality changes? he 
wondered. Maybe she wasn't such a different person, but 
merely was enjoying a more active sex life recently and tended 
toward a more passive role when it came to sex.

He stood and unbuttoned his slacks. He let them fall to the 
floor. Bruce slid his shorts down and he kicked off the shorts 
and slacks together. He stood in front of Barbara and Selina; 
all three were now naked.

"Doesn't that cock look good?" Selina asked Barbara.

"Yeah," Barbara replied.

Selina held her hand out and Bruce took hold of it. She then 
guided him forward and on top of Barbara. She then ran her 
hand down his chest, to his belly, and then to his cock. She 
stroked it a couple of times and then dropped her hand to 
Barbara's pussy. There, Selina stroked the red-haired pussy 
lips several times and then held them open for Bruce. Bruce 
slowly lowered himself to Barbara. His penis was at the 
opening to her tight pussy.

Bruce was worried that Barbara would not be able to take 
him; she seemed so small. He had met women like that before; 
very small and tight vaginas although they were not overly 
small themselves.

Almost as if she were reading Bruce's thoughts, Selina said, 
"Don't worry, lover, she's taken my dildo before and it's 
bigger than you."

The thought of Selina fucking Barbara with a dildo excited 
Bruce. He'd never thought much before about women loving 
women, but with these two, he found the thought exciting.

He pressed forward and sure enough, his cock slid into 
Barbara's pussy with little resistance. She was wet and willing 
and wrapped her legs around his hips as he moved into her 
fully. Selina laid beside the couple, kissing Barbara and 
running her hands over both Barbara and Bruce. None of the 
three talked much as Bruce began fucking the pretty redhead.

Selina continued to kiss Barbara and finger her own pussy. 
Barbara held Bruce close to her with her arms around his neck 
as he fucked her slowly. He slid into her fully and then moved 
out with deliberate strokes. At the full point of retraction, he 
paused. Barbara was arching to meet him, wanting his penis 
back inside her. He would then slid back into her fully. Several 
minutes of this had them both on the edge, ready to explode 
into orgasms.

Bruce came first, but was able to stroke Barbara several more 
times before the feeling in his dick became too intense. He 
pulled out, his come dripping from the end of his cock. He fell 
onto the bed beside Barbara and held her tight. They kissed 
and slowly moved their tongues into and out of each other's 
mouths in imitation of their lovemaking.

Selina slid between Barbara's legs and began licking Bruce's 
come from the redhead's pussy. Barbara came as Selina licked 
her wet cunt.


****


Bruce was gone when the Selina awoke the next morning. She 
woke Barbara and the two women dressed without talking. 
After dressing, they went downstairs. Bruce and Alfred were 
in the kitchen.

"May I fix you ladies breakfast?" Alfred asked, ever the 
butler.


****


The next night, Selina and Barbara had plans to go out 
together: in costume. Selina had decided to accompany 
Barbara on an outing. She was curious what it was like to be 
the hunter instead of the hunted.

Batgirl arrived at Selina's apartment at about 10:00 pm. It was 
still hot and humid; Gotham had not cooled off much since 
sundown.

The two women spent the night swinging from building to 
building, spying on the streets below. Their black leather 
costumes and the dark shadows kept them invisible to the 
unsuspecting people on the streets.

It was a quiet night. It was simply too hot to do much of 
anything, even commit crimes. At about two in the morning, 
they decided to call it a night. They had not seen Batman and 
wondered if he was even about town this night. But Batgirl 
knew and she suspected that Catwoman knew also that if 
Batman didn't want to be noticed, he wouldn't be.

Batgirl's thought was proven true with they swung onto the 
roof of Catwoman's building. A dark shadow increased and 
the man in the cape stepped from behind a chimney.

"Quiet night," Batgirl said.

Batman didn't answer. He simply stood there and watched as 
the two women walked toward him.

"I understand you've been wanting to talk," Catwoman said. 
She held her whip in one hand, coiled.

Batman noticed the whip. The last time they'd stood this close, 
Catwoman had tried to wrap the end of the whip around his 
neck. Times *had* changed.

"I thought you gave up the costume."

"I might have reformed, but I'll never give up the costume," 
Catwoman said.

"She went on patrol with me," Batgirl explained.

"I know."

"You followed us all night, didn't you?" Batgirl was mad.

"Not all night," Batman admitted. "But long enough."

Catwoman turned to Batgirl. "You can stay out here and taunt 
him all you want. But I'm hot and sweaty and thirsty. I'm 
going inside." With that, Catwoman turned and talked to the 
skylight. A moment later, she was gone.

"Water would taste good right now, don't you agree, Batgirl?"

He was practically inviting himself in. "Sure," Batgirl said. 
She motioned for the skylight.

Catwoman's feline friends scattered when the strange man 
stepped into the apartment. Selina had pulled off her hood and 
unzipped her jumpsuit. It was open almost to her crotch and a 
generous portion of her cleavage was apparent. She stood 
beside the open refrigerator and was drinking a bottle of 
water. She let some of it spill out and down her chin and onto 
her breasts.

When she finished drinking, she reached into the refrigerator 
and grabbed another bottle of water. She tossed this one to 
Batgirl. Before opening the bottle of water, Batgirl too pulled 
off her hood and unzipped the front of her jumpsuit. Barbara 
only unzipped it to just below her breasts. She was wearing a 
sports bra. It was soaked with sweat from her night's 
exertions.

Selina looked silently at Batman. He simply stood there 
looking at them. She took another bottle of water from the 
fridge and tossed it to him. He caught it with only the slightest 
movement of his hands; his cape barely moved.

Batman unscrewed the lid to the bottle and drank deeply from 
the bottle. He was as hot and sweaty as the woman. He disliked 
weather like this; the heat sapped his strength and it tended to 
make him slow and careless. But then, it also tended to 
discourage the hard-core criminals.

As Barbara and Batman drank their water, Selina walked to 
the side of the room and turned on the air conditioner. She 
bent over and opened the front of her costume to catch the 
refreshing cold air that come from the unit. A long minute 
later, she stood up and faced Barbara. Her breasts were fully 
exposed and her nipples stood up from the cold air. She was 
wearing the nipple rings.

"We was going to get naked and cool off," she said. "You 
wouldn't care to join us, would you?"

Batman stood quiet. He sat the now empty water bottle down 
on the table and stared at the bare-breasted woman. Inside, he 
was trying to decide what to do. He wanted to sleep with both 
of the woman again, but hadn't actually planned to confront 
them tonight. Definitely not in costume. He still didn't know 
what prompted him to step out from the shadows on the roof. 
It had been mere circumstance that he encountered them 
tonight and followed them back to Catwoman's apartment.

After all the problems that he'd had in his life, he wondered if 
now wasn't the time to share his secret with someone. These 
two woman shared a lot in common with him. If anyone could 
and would understand, it would be these two.

As Batman stood silent in thought, Barbara walked to the air 
conditioner and also bent over it. She shook her head in front 
of the cold air, and rubbed the sweat out of her hair.

Selina walked up to Batman, her breasts swaying as she 
walked. "Cat got your tongue?" she teased. She slid her hand 
under the cape and felt his crotch. He didn't move. A moment 
later, she rapped her knuckles on the athletic cup. "So that's 
it," she said. "Of course."

Selina had tried several times in the past to arouse Batman, 
either as a ploy to escape or as a dare to unnerve him. She'd 
wondered why he'd never sprouted a boner. She figured he 
was either gay or had a very strong will. Now she knew the 
truth--the athletic cup prevented any bulge from showing.

She looked up into the Dark Knight's eyes. It was hard to see 
into his eyes, the cowl covered them. Up close, she could see 
that the area around his eyes were covered with black makeup, 
which blended into the black of the cowl. Only the whites of 
his eyes showed and even then, Batman usually squinted Clint 
Eastwood-like at this opponents. It was extremely unnerving.

Without warning, Selina found herself in Batman's arms. She 
arched up and met her lips to his. Surprisingly, he returned 
the kiss. She'd tried this too, several times, but he'd never 
returned the kiss before. Now he did and he kissed her very 
hard and passionately.

Selina pulled herself out of his embrace. She was partially 
overjoyed and partially scared. He was, after all, the Batman.

Barbara was watching from the other side of the room. She 
turned and pulled the shades shut. Selina's apartment didn't 
face any other buildings, but Barbara decided that what she 
hoped was about to happen was definitely not to be seen by 
anyone but the participants.

Without saying anything, Barbara unzipped her leather 
jumpsuit fully and slowly pulled it down. She unlaced and 
removed her boots and then pulled off the jumpsuit. She pulled 
the sport bra off over her head and stepped out of her panties. 
She walked over to Selina and Batman totally and completely 
naked.

Barbara kissed Selina and felt her breasts. Her heart was 
pounding. She was loving Catwoman right in front of Batman. 
No man, not even Batman, can resist the sight of two woman 
making love, she thought. It had certainly been a turn on for 
Bruce Wayne.

She broke the embrace with Selina and rubbed up against 
Batman. Barbara slid her arms around his waist and pressed 
her breasts up against his firm chest and rock-hard abdomen. 
The hard edges of his costume dug into her soft flesh.

As Barbara turned her attentions to Batman, Selina finished 
undressing. She slid out of her leather jumpsuit and soon also 
stood in front of the man in black, naked. He had still not said 
anything, but his gloved hand was squeezing Barbara's ass as 
he kissed the redhead. Selina stepped forward to rejoin the 
fun.

Selina reached for his belt; it was heavy with it's various 
contents. The belt was much like a cop would wear, various 
compartments and rings for attaching items to it. When she 
had it unbuckled, she gently removed it. It was heavy; she 
wondered how he ever found the strength to lug it around all 
the time. She was curious about what the various 
compartments held, but decided that her sexual curiosity was 
stronger right now.

Unlike the one-piece jumpsuits the woman wore, Batman's 
costume appeared to be two pieces, basically a top and bottom. 
Over the bottoms, he wore a pair of trunks. Selina pulled on 
the trunks. They were a heavy material, probably Kevlar, she 
thought. With the trunks down, she could see that the top of 
the costume was like a leotard, it had a crotch to it. She 
wondered how she'd get Batman's cock free without having 
him undress entirely. Selina assumed that even if he would 
fuck them, he probably wouldn't remove the cowl. She didn't 
know about Barbara, but that seemed like part of the fun to 
her; the anonymousness of it all.

Barbara and Batman were still kissing and groping each other. 
Selina tugged at the crotch of his costume and found that it had 
snaps. She unsnapped the crotch and was able to pull down his 
pants. Under his pants, Batman wore an athletic cup and 
supporter. Selina pulled the elastic garment down and was 
finally rewarded when a thick, erect penis popped out.

She bent down to take his cock into her mouth. It's about the 
same size as Bruce's, she thought. She was comparing him to 
her latest lover. Although Batman's cock was good sized, it 
wasn't as large as she'd always imagined. It was somewhat 
comforting to see that he didn't excel in *everything*.

Batman's cock was already oozing pre-come. He was definitely 
aroused by the two women. Selina licked the clear liquid off 
the end of his cock. He even tastes a little like Bruce, she 
thought. Could it be? Selina wondered.

Batman bent over and began to suck on Barbara's breasts. His 
cape expanded to cover the two woman and Selina sucked his 
dick in the dark. In the close confines of the cape, she felt 
secure, but almost overpowered by the experience. She could 
smell his sweat and taste its saltiness on her lips. She could 
smell herself and Barbara. Each of them had their own unique 
scent.

After a few minutes of mutually enjoyable sucking, Barbara 
broke away and steered the Dark Knight to the bed. She laid 
back with her legs spread wide open, her gapping red-haired 
pussy an invitation for him to mount her.

He climbed onto the redhead and Selina climbed to the head of 
the bed to kiss Barbara while she was getting fucked. This is 
just like last night, Selina thought. She watched closely as 
Batman began thrusting into Barbara's wet cunt.

Batman moved very much as Bruce had. Selina watched as the 
man in black fucked her friend. She wondered if the body 
language of fucking was the same as the body language of 
someone walking, for example. She could often tell who 
someone was without seeing them simply by the sound of their 
walk. On the street, she recognized people by the movement of 
their gait before she could see their faces. If a man always 
made the same motions when he fucked, she reasoned that she 
would recognize him even if his face was covered.

For a split second, Selina considered calling Batman "Bruce" 
to see if he'd react. She ultimately decided not to. Part of the 
fun of this was that she'd never really know. Unless he decided 
to someday tell her.

By now, Batman was pumping Barbara hard and was about to 
come. At the last possible moment, he pulled out and shoot his 
load over Barbara's pale white skin. Just like in a porno film.

Selina couldn't resist. She stretched out forward and slid along 
Barbara's body, licking up the come as she went. Yep, she 
thought, he does taste like Bruce.

When Selina looked up from licking Batman's come from 
Barbara's breasts and abdomen, he was gone. Just as in 
everything else, he did his job and left without a word.

Selina sat back on her heels and looked down at her young 
friend. Barbara had a satisfied but somewhat disappointed look 
on her face.

"Well?"

"It was good, but now I don't have any more fantasies," 
Barbara said.

"At least you got to feel his dick inside your pussy," Selina 
said.

"Yeah," Barbara said. She smiled a big smile, mostly to annoy 
her friend.

Selina laid down beside Barbara and embraced her. "Did 
anything seem...I don't know...familar?"

Barbara looked puzzled for a moment and then said, "Now 
that you mention it, I felt like I've fucked him before. His dick 
really felt the same as Bruce's."

"Do you suppose?" Selina asked.

"NO!" Barbara said. "I've known Bruce Wayne for years. 
There's no way he could be Batman. Could there?"



End of part 4.


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Okay folks, here it is. I'm sorry for the long wait.

Hope you like this; I've expanded the cast a bit, the whole Batman family
(almost) as a part in this one. I've included bit parts for Robin (no sex)
and Nightwing (no sex, although Barbara tries!). The Joker and Harley
Quinn make appearances too. Also look for Selina's little surprise!

In part 6, Harley takes center stage as she extracts revenge.


Les Bonser


The Erotic Adventures of Batgirl


The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes 
of consenting adults engaged in sexual activities. It includes 
characters that are trademarks of DC Comics. This story is 
intended for the non-commercial enjoyment of the author and 
his friends. No trademark or copyright infringement is 
intended and no profit will be made from the distribution of 
this story.


Part Five

Changes



After nearly two months of hot, humid, and basically 
oppressive weather, Gotham City was now cowering under a 
storm front. The late summer storm poured cold rain from the 
sky.

As Dick Grayson walked from the Gotham City International 
Airport and looked for a taxi, he thought the weather matched 
his mood. And he figured it was probably matching BruceUs 
mood also. This time of year always affected Bruce that way.

"Evergreen Cemetery," he told the taxi driver.

"Great day for a funeral," the driver said.

"No funeral, just paying my respects," Dick told him.

The drive out of the airport and across town was uneventful. 
Dick wondered how Bruce was doing. This being the 
anniversary of Bruce's parent's death, Dick didn't figure that 
Bruce was in any sort of agreeable mood.

"Here we are," the driver said as the taxi pulled into the 
cemetery gate. "Do you know where you want?"

"Drive down this lane," Dick instructed.

A moment later, the lane curved to the right. Bruce's car was 
parked to the right. "That's my friend's car," Dick told the 
driver. "You don't have to wait."

The driver took the hundred dollar bill Dick offered him. 
Dick made no effort to get change. The sizable tip brightened 
the driver's disposition considerably. "You sure? I can wait. 
It'd be no problem." The driver considered the prospect of 
another large tip for the return trip into town.

"I'll catch a ride with my friend," Dick said as he gathered up 
his bag and opened his umbrella. He tucked the three sets of 
flowers he'd picked up at the airport florist shop under his left 
arm and began the slow walk toward Bruce.

The taxi driver waited a moment and then left.

Dick walked quietly to where Bruce was standing. Bruce 
Wayne stood before his parent's grave with his head down. His 
bare head was wet from the rain. Some unnatural sense told 
him he was not alone. "Dick," he said quietly as he saw that it 
was his young friend.

Dick Grayson laid the first set of flowers beside the ones that 
Bruce had obviously already laid on the Wayne grave. He 
stood silent for a moment and then quietly walked the fifty feet 
to his own parent's grave. There, he laid the second set of 
flowers and stood silent for a number of minutes.

Although this was not the anniversary of Dick's own parent's 
murder, it had become a ritual to visit the pair of graves 
together. Four years before, the ritual was extended to yet 
another grave.

Dick silently walked to the small grave behind the Wayne plot. 
"Jason Todd," the tombstone read. Bruce Wayne had arranged 
the plot. The impact of Jason's death on Bruce was not evident 
by the size or location of the grave. It was a simple grave for a 
brave young man. Dick had not known Jason or worked with 
him, but the two young men were tied together by their bonds 
to their mutual mentor and benefactor, as well as the costume 
they had both worn. Dick laid the third set of flowers on 
Jason's grave. Another set of flowers already rested there.

After a respectable silence at Jason's grave, Dick slowly and 
thoughtfully walked back to where Bruce still stood. The older 
man was taller than Dick and much heavier. Dick had grown 
and filled out considerably in the nearly five years since he'd 
left the Wayne household, but he still didn't quite measure up 
to his friend and mentor.

Without saying a word, Bruce turned and began to walk to the 
car. Dick followed.

Only after the car had left the cemetery did Bruce Wayne say 
anything. He turned to his passenger and said, "Dick, I'm glad 
you came. We have a lot to talk about."

Dick Grayson didn't show any emotion on his face, but inside 
he was surprised. Bruce *wanted* to talk. That seemed so 
unlike him, Dick thought.


****


Alfred met the pair was they walked into Wayne Manor. "Ah, 
Master Dick," the British butler said. "So good to have you 
home, sir."

"Good to be home," Dick told the manservant.

Alfred turned his attention to Bruce. "Ms Kyle is in the study 
and both Ms Gordon and Master Timothy have telephoned. 
They should both be arriving shortly."

"Thank you, Alfred," Bruce said.

Dick handed his bags to Alfred and hesitated slightly. He 
wanted an excuse to talk to Alfred alone. Bruce seemed to not 
pay the other two men any attention and headed to the study.

"Alfred, the gossip is true?"

"I'm afraid I don't understand, Master Dick. Gossip?"

"The society page of every newspaper in the country has been 
writing about Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle. I wondered if it 
was just an idle rumor, but she's here."

"Why, yes, Master Dick, she's been a frequent guest of late 
and if I can be so bold, I think it's a vast improvement. Master 
Bruce has been markedly better for the companionship."

"But...Alfred..., she's...."

"Master Dick," Alfred interrupted. "She's considerably 
reformed. And he's shared some of his 'secrets' with both her 
and Ms Gordon. I believe that's the gist of this evening's 
meeting, as it were."

Dick simply shook his head. I knew he was upset about the 
fiasco with Jean Paul, but to let Catwoman in on the secret of 
Batman? Dick wondered.

"In the meantime, sir, your old room has been prepared. I'll 
take your bags and coat."

"Yes, thank you, Alfred."

Dick headed to the study as the butler headed upstairs. He 
walked in to find Bruce standing at the back of the sofa, 
leaning over and talking quietly to a very lovely woman. Her 
raven hair seemed to sparkle as it reflected the flames from 
the fireplace. Dick tried to remember the few times when he'd 
encountered Catwoman as Robin; all he remembered were 
adolescent memories of large breasts and a tight costume. 
Hardly the memories to match the vision that now graced 
Bruce's sofa.

"Dick," Bruce said. "This is Selina. Selina, this is Dick 
Grayson."

The two eyed each other briefly. Selina rose to greet Dick. He 
noted that she was nearly his height and very graceful. "How 
nice to met you," Dick said, trying his best to be polite.

"Oh, we've met before," Selina said with a sly smile. "But not 
on so friendly of terms."

"Right," Dick said.

"I imagine you're a bit leary of my being here." It was not a 
question Selina posed, but rather a statement of pure fact.

"Well..." Dick started to say.

Bruce moved from behind the couch and imposed himself 
between his lover and his ward. "I assure you, Dick, Selina is 
now a friend. A friend and an ally. Whatever happened in the 
past is past." It was not the Bruce Wayne voice that said this, 
but it wasn't quite the Batman voice either. It was something 
in-between. Nevertheless, Dick decided it was a command.

Although his instincts told him something wasn't quite right, 
Dick decided to let it drop. If anyone could be a good judge of 
character, it was Bruce. If Bruce trusted her, then he would 
also.


****


Several hours passed. Dick and Bruce got caught up on the 
mundane events in their respective lives. Occasionally, Selina 
joined the conversation, but she mostly sat quietly on the sofa. 
A cat curled in her lap most of the time. With a rare grin, 
Bruce told Dick the cat's name was "Batman" and that it was a 
gift from Selina. Contrary to his earlier decision, Dick's 
scepticism grew when he heard how casually the biggest secret 
in Bruce's life was being tossed around.

"Master Bruce," Alfred interrupted, "Ms Gordon and Master 
Timothy are here."

"Show them in," Bruce said. After a brief squeeze of Selina's 
hand, Bruce stood and assumed his earlier position behind the 
sofa.

Dick was surprised by the way Barbara Gordon had changed. 
Her red hair was cut very short and she wore a pair of skin-
tight jeans that showed every curve of her firm young body. 
Dick remembered her as a demure wallflower when she was a 
college student. He had first met her at a dinner that Bruce 
hosted. She had come with her father and had hardly spoken a 
word. Bruce is sleeping with Catwoman and Barbara Gordon 
is a knockout, he told himself. Times sure change!

"Hey, Dick," Tim Drake said.

"Hi, Tim," Dick said as he watched Barbara kiss both Bruce 
*and* Selina. Tim didn't seem to notice. "How's your dad?"

"He's doing pretty good. We spent the summer in the 
Hamptons. I helped him with his therapy and he's getting to 
where he can walk a little bit." Tim Drake's father was a 
neighbor of Bruce's. Drake had been the target of a 
kidnapping attempt and was severely injured as a result of the 
sadistic impulses of the kidnappers. His wife, Tim's mother, 
had died in the same attack.

"If there'll be nothing else, Master Bruce, I'll adjourn to the 
kitchen and begin dinner," Alfred said.

"No, Alfred, I'd like you to stay. You're as much a part of this 
as the rest of us," Bruce told him.

The look on Alfred's face betrayed the butler's astonishment, 
but his practiced reserve fell back into place almost instantly. 
"Yes, sir," Alfred said as he assumed a position next to, but a 
respectful distance from, Bruce. The rest of Bruce's guests sat 
on chairs facing the sofa. Selina remained on the sofa, Bruce's 
hand resting thoughtfully on her shoulder.

"I'm glad you could all make it," Bruce started, somewhat 
hesitantly. "I've been doing a lot of thinking lately and I want 
to discuss some of my ideas with all of you."

He continued, "I'm going to take a break from some of my 
night time activities. There are other functions that Bruce 
Wayne needs to attend to."

"But, Bruce," Tim said, "Gotham needs Batman."

Dick shuddered at how casually that came out. Although no 
one had told him, apparently Barbara Gordon as well as Selina 
Kyle were now in on the secret. How many others know? Dick 
wondered.

"Yes, Tim, you're right. And after the mistake I made with 
Jean Paul, I'm going to make sure that the right man gets the 
job." Bruce looked directly at Dick. "Dick, I'd like you to 
wear the cape and cowl. You've earned it and I can't think of 
anyone more qualified."

"Bruce, are you sure about this?" Dick asked. "*All* of this?" 
Dick motioned to the ladies.

"Yes," was Bruce's simple and heartfelt answer.

"Well, I'm be lying if I didn't admit that it'll be a thrill. But I 
can't replace you."

"You're not replacing me. You're simply filling in until I'm 
ready to resume that function."

"But why?" Dick asked. "You just got back from your injury. 
You worked so hard to make amends for the mess that Jean 
Paul made. Why quit now?"

"There are lots of problems in Gotham that Batman can't 
solve," Bruce explained. "As Bruce Wayne, I can do more as a 
businessman than I can as a vigilante. Batman can't hire people 
and pay them decent wages so they can put food on their tables 
and send their kids to a decent college. But that *is* something 
that Bruce Wayne can do."

"Well, yeah, but..." Dick racked his brain for a good reason 
why Bruce should remain in the cape and cowl.

"It's only temporary," Bruce insisted. "And there are other 
reasons."

Before anyone could ask what those reasons were, Tim said, 
"So, this is sort of like 'Team Batman,' right?" No one 
answered the teen's question. "Right," Tim said. "I think it's 
cool! Batman, Robin, Batgirl, and Catwoman, fighting crime 
and kicking ass!"

"Catwoman's retired," Selina said.

"What?" Barbara asked. "You've enjoyed our patrols, haven't 
you."

"Yes," Selina admitted. "But I'm out of the game. At least for 
awhile."

"Why?" Barbara asked.

"Yeah, why?" Tim echoed.

"I'm pregnant."

Everyone in the room was silent. Alfred was the first to find 
his voice. "And it's jolly well time Wayne Manor had some 
tykes running about. This old house is far too quiet. Jolly good 
show, Master Bruce."


****


"I'm sorry you had to drive me home," Barbara said.

"It's nothing," Dick told her.

"I really should get a new car. That's the third time this month 
that it's broken down on me."

It was still raining as Dick Grayson drove toward the lights of 
Gotham City. He looked at the young woman beside him. 
Barbara Gordon's car had broken down about a half mile 
from the mansion. She was soaking wet from her walk back to 
Wayne Manor. Either it was being wet, or perhaps the news 
from this evening, or both, but she didn't look too happy.

"That was quite a bombshell Cat..., I mean, Selina dropped," 
Dick said.

"Yes." Barbara didn't seem to be a talkative mood.

"Are you okay?" Dick finally asked after a long and very 
awkward silence.

"Oh, I don't know," Barbara admitted. "Everything just seems 
to be changing so fast."

"Don't I know it," Dick agreed. Today he had returned home 
to visit Bruce Wayne, his childhood guardian and mentor. 
Only, he had returned to find Bruce sleeping with Selina Kyle, 
the Catwoman. And Bruce wanted to give up being Batman. 
And Selina was pregnant. And, to top everything, Bruce 
wanted him to take up the role of Batman.

Dick knew that Bruce had gone through some rough times in 
the last year, but Dick couldn't imagine taking over as Batman. 
His own recent failures as leader of the Titans and his breakup 
with Kory were all too painful reminders of the consequences 
of the life he led.

The remainder of the ride to Barbara's apartment was quiet. 
Neither Dick nor Barbara wanted to talk.

"Well, here we are," Dick announced as he pulled the car up to 
the curb outside Barbara's building. He reached into the glove 
box of the car and took out an umbrella. "Take this," he 
offered.

"Thanks," Barbara said as she took the umbrella.

Barbara opened the door and stepped out. She opened the 
umbrella and started to shut the door. A gust of wind caught 
the umbrella and snapped the ribs fully open. The force of the 
wind broke most of the umbrella's ribs and it began to flutter 
in the wind.

Dick quickly jumped out of the car and used his raincoat to 
shelter both he and Barbara from the rain. They ran to the 
safety of the building's entrance.

"I guess it's just not my night," Barbara announced. She 
looked at the tatters of the umbrella. "Where's the Penguin 
when you really need him." She forced a smile, but it did little 
to brighten her face. Her short red hair was plastered to her 
head and drops of water ran down her face.

Dick smiled at her joke, trying to be a gentleman. In truth, he 
was very uncomfortable with the fact that Barbara and Selina 
now knew his and Bruce's secrets. His discomfort was made all 
the more by the casual discussion of their costumed 
adversaries.

"Now you're all wet too," Barbara noted. "Why don't you 
come up and I'll fix some hot tea. It's the least I can do after 
you gave me a ride home."

Dick shook his raincoat off and said, "Well, okay." He hoped 
that when she was dried off and in the comfort of her own 
apartment, Barbara might want to talk more. Dick wanted to 
find out more about Bruce and Selina's apparent romance.


****


"Here you go," Barbara said as she tossed Dick a towel.

"Nice place you've got here." Dick was not just being polite. 
Barbara Gordon's apartment was large and spacious, far more 
than he would have thought she could afford on a librarian's 
salary.

"Thanks," she said as she headed to the kitchen.

"If I knew the Gotham City Library paid so well..."

"They don't. I have a small inheritance from my father. It 
pays for the apartment and some of my Batgirl expenses."

"Father?" Dick asked. He was confused. "But your father's not 
dead."

"Oh," Barbara said, "You don't know that Jim Gordon is 
really my uncle."

"Your uncle."

"Yes. My parents died when I was very young. I've lived with 
my uncle since then. I barely remember my real father. 
'Uncle' Jim is the man that raised me. In my book, that makes 
him my father."

"You're lucky," Dick said. "At least someone was there for 
you."

"But Bruce was there for you, right?"

"Yes. But it's not the same." The long forgotten pain of his 
own parent's death came back to Dick. The visit to their 
graves earlier in the day had brought the pain back. The fact 
that Barbara shared more in common with him than a 
costumed identify made Dick feel closer to her.

"I need to get out of these wet clothes," Barbara said. "Will 
you watch the tea?"

Dick nodded and she walked into the bedroom.

While Barbara was out of the room, Dick stood in the kitchen. 
He watched the tea kettle begin to heat up, his mind thinking of 
the common bonds that all the people around Bruce shared. He 
thought of Bruce losing his parents, he thought of his own 
parent's death. Dick thought about Barbara's parents, and 
about Jason Todd, and Tim Drake's mother. So much pain, so 
much suffering. Maybe Bruce was right, Dick thought. Maybe 
he can do more as Bruce Wayne than as Batman. As Gotham 
City's resident billionaire, Bruce could donate money to victim 
assistance centers, orphanages, and social programs. All 
Batman could do was fight crime, not crime's aftermath.

Dick was pulled out of his rumination by the sound of the tea 
kettle whistling. He took the kettle off the stove and turned off 
the burner. He looked in the cupboard and found two cups. He 
then searched for tea bags. He found those in another 
cupboard. He poured water into the cups and placed a tea bag 
in each. Alfred would never approve, he thought to himself. 
The English butler always made tea the "proper way," with 
loose tea and served from a porcelain tea pot.

"Well, I feel better," Barbara announced as she walked back 
into the kitchen. She was dressed on a bathrobe and her short 
red hair was tousled from a towel drying. She took one of the 
cups from Dick and padded into the living room in her bare 
feet. Dick followed her.

"When did you cut your hair?" he asked.

"Couple months ago. I just felt like a change."

"Oh." Dick took a sip from his cup. The tea was still very hot.

"I changed my costume too."

"No," Dick said. "I always like your costume."

"The cape always got in the way," she explained. "And besides, 
it looked like something a cheerleader would wear."

"Well, maybe, but I still liked it. I can remember the first time 
I saw you in it. Well, I mean, I didn't know it was you at the 
time, but..."

Barbara smiled for the first time this evening. "I can 
remember the first time I saw you in your old Robin 
costume," she said. "You had such cute legs."

"That costume was cold," Dick said. "And I was always 
scraping my knees."

"That's why I switched from spandex to leather," Barbara 
explained. "What is your Nightwing costume made out of?"

"Mostly kevlar," Dick answered. "A lot more protection than 
that old Robin costume." He paused to take a drink of his tea. 
"Leather, huh? Catwoman--I mean, Selina, always wore 
leather."

"That's where I got the idea."

"Oh," Dick said. Now maybe we're getting somewhere, he 
thought. "You go to the same tailor?"

"No, I bought mine from an S&M shop." Dick raised his 
eyebrows at the thought of Barbara Gordon walking into an 
S&M shop. "You'd never guess how much it costs for a 
custom made, full-body, leather catsuit. Or in this case, 
batsuit," Barbara said.

"Well, kevlar's not exactly cheap either. If one of the divisions 
of Wayne Enterprises didn't make protective clothes for police 
and fire departments, we'd never be able to get the stuff." 
Dick took another drink of his tea. The hot liquid did a lot to 
warm him up. He noted that it also seemed to do a lot of lift 
Barbara's spirits.

"Want some more tea?" Barbara asked.

"Oh, no, I need to go soon."

Barbara got up and went to the kitchen. She returned with a 
fresh cup. As she sat down, her bathrobe slipped open. Dick 
could see that she was not wearing anything underneath. He 
was surprised that she would be so casual about it.

Trying not to notice the open bathrobe, Dick took another sip 
of his tea and asked, "So, when did Bruce start seeing Selina?"

"It's been a couple of months now," Barbara answered. "They 
started seeing each other right after she began working for 
Wayne Enterprises."

"She works at Wayne Enterprises?" Dick asked. "But how?"

"I got her a job there."

"You?"

"We had a little...encounter," Barbara started to explain. From 
the way she phrased it, Dick took it to mean a fight between 
Batgirl and Catwoman. Barbara didn't explain the exact nature 
of the encounter. "Well, anyway, I was convinced that she 
wanted to go straight. So I convinced Bruce to give her a job 
as a security expert."

"And when did Bruce let you and Selina in on the secret?"

"We...put our heads together..."

"You and Selina?" Dick questioned.

"Yeah. We figured it out."

"You're friends?" Dick wondered.

"Yes," Barbara said, somewhat defensively.

Dick was expert enough in questioning people and judging 
their responses to know that Barbara was hiding something, 
but he wondered if he should press it. He had already learned 
more than made him comfortable. What key piece of the 
puzzle had the two woman stumbled upon? he asked himself. 
How could they have tied Bruce Wayne to Batman?

"Well, I thought we were friends," Barbara said.

"What do you mean?"

"I would have thought Selina would have told me she was 
pregnant."

"Maybe she intended to and it just slipped out tonight," Dick 
conjectured.

"Maybe," Barbara said.

Dick decided that the conversation with Barbara was getting 
more complicated that he was ready to deal with. Although he 
wanted to find out more about Bruce and Selina, he decided it 
was time to leave. "Look, it's getting late. I was up early to 
catch a flight here. I'd better be going," Dick said.

Barbara grabbed his arm. "Don't go."

"I..."

"Please," she said. "Stay the night. It's dark and raining. 
There's no need for you to go back out into the rain. You can 
stay here."

Dick thought it odd. A little rain certainly wouldn't hurt him. 
And he knew that Barbara knew that he spent a great deal of 
his time out in the dark. Swinging from building to building at 
that. So did she. Why did she not want him to leave? he 
wondered.

"Dick, please," she pleaded. "I don't want to be alone tonight."

"Barbara, you can't possibly be scared of the dark..."

"No. I'm just lonely."

Dick felt that she was going to give him a further explanation, 
but she said quiet, simply looking into his eyes.

"Barbara, I don't understand," he finally said at last.

"That could have been me," she said, tears coming to her eyes.

"'Could have been you?'" he repeated. "What could have been 
you?"

"I slept with with him too. I could have been the one 
pregnant."

Dick sat numbly and looked into Barbara Gordon's face. This 
whole day was more than he could have imagined and it was 
just getting stranger. Bruce had slept with Barbara also, Dick 
thought. "You want to be pregnant?" he asked.

"No," she replied. "But I could have. It just is all such a shock. 
I mean, I love them both and I feel now like I don't fit..."

Love them both? Dick wondered. Well, that would explain the 
kiss earlier in the evening. Was it possible that Selina and 
Barbara were lovers also?

"Please, Dick. I just want to be with someone tonight. I don't 
want to be alone."

Unable to think of anything thing else, Dick Grayson sat back 
on the sofa and held Barbara Gordon in his arms as she cried 
softly.


****


Dick never had the nightmares that Bruce did, but he still 
often woke in the middle of the night. He realized long ago 
that the strange schedule he kept as first Robin and then 
Nightwing affected his ability to sleep normally. He awoke as 
he often did, in the middle of the early morning. Only this 
time, he found a young woman in his arms. Barbara Gordon, 
he remembered. Batgirl.

He was still sitting upright on her sofa. She was curled up in 
his arms, sleeping quietly. Her bathrobe had fallen completely 
open in her sleep and he gazed down upon her small breasts as 
they rose and fell with the rhythm of her breathing. Dick 
remembered the crush he had on her the first time he and 
Batman had encountered Batgirl. And now she was asleep, 
half-naked, in his arms.

Dick slid out from under her and gently picked her up. He 
carried her into her bedroom and placed her in her bed. As he 
pulled down the bed, she stirred. "Dick?" she asked softly.

"Go back to sleep, Barbara," he said softly. He pulled the 
covers over her. She rolled over and fell back to sleep. He 
contented himself to return to the sofa.


****


He awoke shortly after dawn. It was quiet in the apartment, 
Dick assumed that Barbara was still asleep. He softly walked to 
the bathroom and tried not to make any noise as he relieved 
himself. He didn't hear Barbara sneak up behind him.

"Now I know why they call you 'Dick,'" she said, looking in 
the mirror to see him peeing.

He was startled and wanted to put his penis back in his pants, 
but couldn't cut off the urine in midstream. He quickly 
finished and made himself presentable before turning around. 
The Barbara Gordon that stood behind him was not the 
Barbara Gordon that he'd known for years.

She stood in the entrance to the bathroom. Her bathrobe was 
fully open and he could see her breasts and her red pubic hair. 
She had a glint in her eyes that Dick couldn't quite place.

"I always get so horny first thing in the morning," she said. 
"Don't you?" At this, she stepped forward and put her arms 
around his neck. She leaned upward and kissed him full on the 
mouth.

After the previous night's surprises, Dick didn't know what 
do. Although he found the redhead very sexy, he didn't feel 
like having sex with her. Until he sorted out exactly what was 
going on with Bruce and Selina and Barbara, he figured that 
sleeping with her would just complicate matters.

"Uh, Barbara," he said, breaking the kiss. "This isn't like 
you."

"Yes it is," she declared. "I changed more than just my hair 
and my costume. I like sex and I want to fuck you."

Dick instantly wondered if she was under the spell of one of 
Batman's enemies. Perhaps she'd been drugged. Selina! Of 
course, he thought, that's Catwoman's little game. Seduce 
Bruce to steal the Wayne billions. But how had Barbara 
become a pawn in the whole scheme?

"Don't you want to fuck?" Barbara asked. "I would have 
wanted to last night, but I was in a foul mood from the rain 
and that tea just put me right out."

Dick tried to pull away from Barbara, but she held his arm. 
"Let's see that big dick again," she cooed. "I'll suck it if you 
want."

His mind was racing. This wasn't Catwoman's usual modus 
operandi, Dick thought. Mind control was more the game of 
someone like the Scarecrow. And he couldn't think of any of 
Batman's enemies that resorted to sexual mind control. Was it 
possible that Barbara was telling the truth?

"Barbara, you're a very beautiful woman, but I don't think 
this is the right time for something like this."

"Dick, I've been attracted to you for years. Now that I've lost 
Bruce and Selina, I need someone else to fulfill my needs."

"What do you mean, 'lost Bruce and Selina'?"

"Well, if they're off making babies, they don't want a fifth 
wheel like me along."

"Maybe it was an accident," Dick suggested.

Barbara ran her hand down his chest, stomach, and to his 
crotch. He admitted to himself that this was very arousing, but 
Dick tried to maintain his self control. "It probably was," 
Barbara admitted, "but nonetheless, they probably don't want 
me around anymore. At least not in bed." She rubbed her 
breasts against his chest as she stroked his crotch.

"Please, Barbara, this isn't right..."

"Oh, come on, Dick. You're not going to be as stuffy as Bruce 
was, are you. It took me several tries before he fucked me and 
then only when Selina and I both ganged up on him."

Dick had known Bruce to date two woman at once, maybe 
even sleep with them, but not two in the same bed. Barbara 
Gordon wasn't the only person to change, Dick decided.


****


"So, Master Timothy, will you be joining Master Bruce and 
Master Dick this evening?" Alfred asked as Tim Drake came 
into the kitchen. Tim carried his school books. He had just 
come from school and had stopped at Bruce's before heading 
home.

"No, Alfred," Tim replied. "My dad wants to go the movies 
tonight."

"You don't sound too thrilled about this prospect," Alfred 
observed.

"Well," Tim explained. "It's great to spend time with my dad 
again. You know, now that he's getting better. But, I really 
want to go out with Bruce. Bruce and Dick."

"Ah yes," the butler agreed, "Quite the dilemma. Perhaps your 
choice of the cinema will not be quite as difficult."

"No way," Tim said. "We're going to Tim Burton's new flick, 
'Spider-Man II.'"

"'Spider-Man?'" Alfred asked. "A film about a man who 
collects arachnids, no doubt."

"No," Tim said. "He's a college student who was bite by a 
radioactive spider and gains all the powers of a spider. You 
know, super-human strength and stuff like that."

"I see. And am I to assume that with such a colorful name and 
such fantastic and marvelous powers, that this gentleman is a 
super-hero?"

"Right!" Tim said. "The movie should be great," he told 
Alfred. "Lots of great special-effects. And the best part is 
Michelle Pfieffer is playing the Black Cat."

"'The Black Cat?'" Alfred asked. "And she is...?"

"She's like Spider-Man's arch-enemy. She's this, like, super-
catburgler. She steals only the most valuable pieces of art and 
the police can't catch her. Except, the twist is they *really* 
have a thing for each other and fall in love."

"So this 'Spider-Man' is a vigilante who falls in love with his 
arch-enemy who is a woman that dresses as a cat and steals 
valuable art treasures."

"Right," Tim confirmed.

"This movie seems extremely preposterous," Alfred said in his 
dry English tone. "I sincerely doubt anything like this could 
possibly happen in real life."

"What's preposterous?" Bruce asked as he and Selina walked 
into the kitchen.

"Master Timothy was telling me the plot of the cinema he is 
attending this evening with his father," Alfred explained. "A 
simply preposterous tale," the butler declared as he turned his 
attention back to his dinner preparations.

Tim looked first at Bruce and then at Selina. Bruce simply 
shrugged and Selina gave Tim a blank look. Neither had any 
idea of what Tim and Alfred had been discussing. Tim then 
looked at Alfred, who was nonchalantly preparing a leg of 
lamb.

Tim decided to let the whole subject drop. Sometimes he had a 
hard time judging when Alfred was pulling his leg, but he 
suspected that this was one of those times.

"Oh, Master Bruce," Alfred said over his shoulder as he 
placed the leg of lamb in the oven. "Master Dick is downstairs. 
I believe he mentioned wanting to speak to you."

"Thank you, Alfred."


****


Barbara Gordon chided herself once again for the way she had 
come on to Dick that morning. After he had left her apartment 
that morning, she had decided that she'd come on simply too 
strong. All day, she turned the matter over and over in her 
mind. I just don't know what's gotten in to me, she thought to 
herself. Ever since I met Selina, I've just craved sex.

She decided to spend the evening out on patrol as Batgirl. 
When she put on the costume, it was like becoming a different 
person. Sometimes that helped to put her "normal" life into a 
different focus.

Only now, Barbara Gordon felt like three people instead of 
two. There was the "real" Barbara Gordon, librarian and 
devoted adopted daughter of Gotham City's police 
commissioner. And there was Batgirl, the costumed vigilante 
she modeled on Batman. But now, Barbara felt like there was 
a third person; a bisexual sex machine that wanted to fuck 
every desirable man and woman that she met.

Barbara tried to ignore the sensual feelings that the tight 
leather Batgirl costume caused as she slipped into it. She tried 
to ignore the smell of the leather and the memories it brought 
back of her first night with Selina. She tried to ignore the 
exotic pressures the tight costume made on her legs and her 
stomach. She tried to ignore the temptation to caress her 
breasts as she zipped the suit up and her hand passed over her 
upper torso.

As she moved away from the mirror, she felt the tight leather 
dig into her crotch and involuntarily felt her vagina begin to 
moisten. She glanced back at her image in the mirror and 
decided that the slick leather costume made her figure look 
even better than the old spandex costume. There's no cape to 
hide my ass, she thought.

She wondered how Selina had managed to wear a similar 
costume with her pierced nipples. Barbara continued to wear a 
sports bra under the costume. Although she was not as well 
endowed as Selina, she figured the bra would help absorb 
sweat if nothing else. Barbara unconsciously brought her hand 
up and felt her right breast through the tight leather. Even 
through the heavy material, she could tell that her nipples 
were hard. Was it the sexual thoughts, she wondered, or the 
excitement of being Batgirl? Or both?

Was being Batgirl a sexual turn-on to her? she wondered. And 
had it been all along and she was only now realizing it? Surely, 
every other costumed vigilante had more noble reasons for 
doing what they did, she thought. Or did they?

An image flashed through her mind. A TV commercial. "It's 
not just a job, it's a great way to get laid!"


****


"So what's up with Barbara?" Dick asked. He was in the cave's 
gym area, practicing some tai chi moves.

"Exactly what do you mean?" Bruce asked. He had noticed that 
Dick's form was far more advanced than it had been the last 
time they had practiced together.

"She practically raped me this morning."

"Oh," Bruce said.

"Nothing happened," Dick was quick to say. "But she certainly 
*wanted* it to."

"I suppose she's just going through a stage. Rebelling from the 
confines of her life a bit."

"She's older than I am. I haven't been this rebellious since I 
was a teenager."

"Well, Dick, you have to realize that Jim Gordon is a pretty 
straight-laced guy. She probably didn't get a chance to go 
through the normal teenage rebellion."

"Speaking of 'straight-laced,'" Dick said. "You seem to be 
loosening up quite a bit yourself lately. Barbara claimed you 
slept with her also."

"Yes," Bruce admitted. "I suppose you could say that I'm 
rebelling a little myself."


****

Barbara slid the cowl over her head and pulled it down tight. 
She wiggled it slightly to adjust the eyeholes. She looked in the 
mirror and Batgirl peered back.

It had been quiet in Gotham City. Considering some of the 
events of the last year, it was nice for a change to have some 
peace and quiet. But there was still a need for Batgirl.

Batgirl spent most of the evening patrolling. It was a tendous 
task to simply move from rooftop to rooftop, spying on the 
streets below, looking for signs of criminal activity. During 
the long night, she broke up two fights and caught one purse 
snatcher. Basically, a boring night.

Early morning found her in the old warehouse district. The 
abandoned buildings were often used as hideouts by criminals 
and their gangs. Batgirl ran through the list of costumed 
criminals in her mind, trying to imagine who she might 
encounter. Catwoman is accounted for, she thought with a 
twinge of regret. She had grown accustomed to having her 
friend accompany her on these patrols and missed the older 
woman's company.

Batgirl threw her rope to the roof of a nearby building and 
climbed to a new vantage point. She crouched in the shadows 
of a furnace stack and surveyed the surrounding warehouses. 
All of them looked abandoned.

She started a careful building by building search, carefully 
peering into the interiors of the warehouses through broken 
windows.

Several hours of this proved unfruitful. Batgirl was about to 
call it a night when she noticed a faint light in one of the 
nearby buildings. She quietly made it to the alley behind the 
small warehouse. An old fire escape at the back of the building 
afforded her access to the window where the light was.

Slowly and carefully, Batgirl climbed the old fire escape. She 
had to be careful not only to be quiet, but also because the 
ladder was old and nearly rusted through.

Batgirl reached the window without incident and cautiously 
peered through the dirty glass of the window. She could tell 
only that there were people inside. The glass was too dirty to 
tell much else. She steadied herself with one hand and risked 
wiping a small area of the window clear with her other hand. 
She looked through the opening.

There was a woman standing in front of a man. The man 
appeared to be laying on the top of some sort of table. The 
woman had her back to the window and was blocking Batgirl's 
view of the man. Although Batgirl couldn't see much, she 
thought it was strange that people would be in the abandoned 
building. They must be up to no good, she thought.

Batgirl reached into her utility pouch and pulled out a small 
sound amplifier. She mounted it carefully to the corner of the 
window and turned it on. She then opened the hidden ear flap 
in her cowl and slipped the earpiece into her ear. The man and 
woman's voices were picked up by the device as the vibrations 
on the window glass.

"But, Mr. Jay," the woman said. "Please don't make me do it 
again."

Batgirl looked through the window again. Her eyes slowly 
adjusted and she could finally see that the woman was naked, 
except for a pair of panties.

"Do it," the man said. "Do it!"

"Okay, okay," the woman finally agreed. She moved to the end 
of the table and bent over the man. As she moved, Batgirl 
could see the man clearly for the first time. The first thing that 
she noticed was that the man was strapped to the table. The 
second thing was that the man was naked and very pale. The 
last thing Batgirl noticed was that the man had green hair. It 
was the Joker!

The Joker had been presumed dead after his last encounter 
with Batman, almost a year ago. Although no body was found, 
both Batman and the police had thought that no one could have 
survived a twenty-story fall. The evidence before her told 
Batgirl that their assumptions were wrong.

Batgirl studied the scene a little closer. The Joker was strapped 
to a table and a blonde woman was bending over him. The 
woman reluctantly put her mouth down over the erect white 
penis and began to give the Joker a blow job.

After a moment, the woman stopped. "Please, Mr. J., just fuck 
me tonight. I don't want to suck your dick again."

"Harley, Harley, my dear," the self-styled Clown Prince of 
Crime said. "DO IT!"

Harley, Batgirl thought. Harley Quinn, Joker's female 
accomplice. Batgirl thought back to the files she'd studied in 
Batman's records. Harley Quinn was really Harleen Quinzel, a 
former psychology resident working at Arkham Asylum. She 
had been assigned to review the Joker's case. The madman had 
seduced her to a life of crime and Harley Quinn had been his 
accomplice ever since.

"But Puddin'..." Harley Quinn protested. "It's been so long 
since you stuck your big ol' dick in my tight liddle pussy. I 
really, really want you to fuck me. Please."

All the Joker did was laugh. Not just a normal "ha ha" laugh, 
but that manic, howling laugh that almost made normal people 
as crazy as him. Batgirl turned down the volume on the sound 
amplifier to avoid having to listen to it.

As he laughed, the Joker's skinny white body strained against 
his bonds. His dick twitched and throbbed in Harley Quinn's 
hand. "But Harley," he finally said, his grin stretching 
obscenely from one ear to the other, "You know I can't come 
any way but this way. NOW SUCK IT!"

Batgirl watched as Harley stood up. "No," the blonde said 
quietly. "I'm tired of always having you come on my face. I 
have every right to come as you do. And I want you to fuck 
me. If you don't want to, maybe I'll just leave!" At this, the 
blonde walked to the other side of the room and put on a long 
overcoat.

"But Harley, you can't leave me like this," the Joker screamed. 
He struggled against his bonds again, to no avail.

Harley Quinn turned her head away from the thin white-
skinned man and walked out the door. She slammed it so hard, 
dust rose from the floor around the door frame.

Batgirl wondered what to do. There was Gotham's most 
wanted man, helpless and unable to escape. But Harley Quinn 
might return any moment. As she watched the Joker struggle 
in his helpless condition, Batgirl wondered whether she should 
call Batman or simply call the police. A devilish thought 
entered her mind. Why let them have all the glory, Batgirl 
thought. Why not take some for myself.

With this, she stood up and backed up on the fire escape a few 
steps. There wasn't much room, but enough for what she 
wanted. She then kicked the glass out of the window.

"Who's there!" The Joker screamed, still struggling. 
"Batman!"

"No, Batgirl."

"Batgirl," the Joker said, amused. He laughed again, not nearly 
as loud or as long as before.

"Yes, Batgirl." Batgirl jumped down through the broken 
window and stepped to within a couple feet of the bound mass 
murderer. He appeared to be securely bound. Was it possible 
that he could only orgasm when totally helpless, she wondered. 
Batman had a file covering every possible aspect of the Joker's 
warped personality, but Batgirl didn't think this was in it. She 
wondered what Batman would think when he learned this 
newest twist.

"Batgirl, Batman, what's the difference?" the Joker asked. 
"Either way, you'll want to take me back to Arkham. And to 
do that, you'll have to untie me, won't you."

Suddenly, the thought of untying the Joker scared Batgirl. She 
wondered if she could handle the maniac herself. It was so 
strange, seeing him so totally helpless. It reminded her of the 
time Catwoman captured her and tied her up...

And suddenly, Batgirl had another idea. It was an idea that 
excited her and at the same time repulsed her. She looked 
down at the Joker. He was bound to the table by large leather 
straps. There were two straps for each of his arms and legs. A 
larger strap crossed his chest and waist. There was even a 
strap around his forehead. The only part of his body that was 
free was his cock.

The Joker's cock was as white as the rest of his body. And his 
pubic hair was as green as the hair on the top of his head. The 
odd coloring was no doubt the result of the acid bath he'd 
taken trying to get away from Batman the first time the two 
had encountered each other.

Batgirl looked at the man's cock. It was still large and erect. It 
was almost that the more helpless the Joker was, the more 
turned on he got. Batgirl also noticed that the table could be 
tilted forward and backward. She cautiously moved forward 
and tested the table. It was counter-weighted and moved 
forward and backward with just a push. She first moved the 
table forward.

The Joker looked her in the eyes has the table moved him 
upright. Batgirl had to look away, the sight of the madman's 
eyes was too much for her. He didn't say a word, but the look 
in his wild eyes was enough to send chills down her spine. 
How could Harley Quinn even stand to be near the guy, Batgirl 
wondered. Let alone suck his cock.

Next, Batgirl tilted the table as far back as she could get it. 
This put the Joker almost totally upside-down. As she did this, 
Batgirl noticed that the Joker's cock hung directly over his 
face. What ironic justice, she thought. Harley Quinn didn't like 
getting sprayed in the face. It's serve the bastard right to have 
a taste of his own medicine.

Fighting her repulsion, Batgirl reached out and touched the 
Joker's cock. Thank god I've got gloves on, she thought to 
herself.

"Don't do that!" the Joker screamed. "You'll make me 
cummmmmm......"

"That's the idea, scumbag," Batgirl said, trying to sound as 
mean and nasty as she could. In reality, the thought of 
touching the Joker made her want to throw up.

She slowly teased his dick with her gloved hand and soon 
realized that it felt just like any other man's dick. It just looked 
different, what with being stark white and having green hair at 
its base. His balls hung down heavy. As Batgirl began to jack 
the Joker's dick up and down, the balls flopped up and down in 
unison with the motion of her hand.

"Do you like this?" she asked. Although she didn't want to 
admit it to herself, Batgirl was starting to enjoy the feeling of 
power that she had over the helpless man.

"NO. No...no...no...nononononono........" the Joker said.

It was obvious to Batgirl that he was enjoying it. In fact, unless 
she missed her guess, he was enjoying it more than he'd have 
if it had been Harley Quinn sucking him off. Batgirl figured 
that the extra bit of helplessness caused by the fact that she 
would not unstrap him when she was done probably added to 
the Joker's arousal.

"I'll bet you want me to suck it, don't you?" Batgirl asked. 
There was no way she'd do this, but Batgirl figured it might 
get the Joker off faster if he thought she would.

"Yes, yes, please yes, suck me. Suck me," the Joker was 
babbling with pleasure. "Batgirl, bats, bats, suck me. Suck my 
dicky."

Batgirl squeezed the large white dick harder. Why can't I find 
a *nice* guy with a dick this big, she wondered to herself.

Under the strap around his waist, the Joker was trying hard to 
pump his hips up and down. The muscles of his thin frame 
tightened and relaxed in an almost orgasmic tempo as he 
strained against the bonds.

Batgirl continued to stoke the Joker's dick. She figured he was 
close to orgasm. She usually could tell when the man began to 
grimace, but with the Joker, his face was *always* in a acid-
washed grimace. This time, she had to use other clues; his balls 
were tight and the head of his dick had swollen larger than 
before.

To increase the torture, Batgirl squeezed the head of the 
Joker's dick hard. Hard enough to squeeze the blood built up 
there. She then stroked the head with her other hand as she 
continued to pump the shaft of his dick.

Batgirl parted her lips and licked her tongue. She bent down 
and brought her face as close to his as she dared. She closed 
her eyes to avoid looking at him, but he didn't have to know 
that. She licked her lips and then stuck out her tongue and 
rolled it around as if she were sucking a man's dick.

"Suck me!" The Joker's scream echoed in Batgirl's ears. She 
stood back up and aimed his dick downward toward his own 
face. She knew he was ready to shoot off and she wanted it to 
spatter all over his face.

"NO! Suck me! Suck me! Suck me!"

Batgirl increased the pace that she was stroking. To be honest, 
her hand was getting tired and she decided that she'd quit if he 
didn't orgasm soon. That would serve the bastard right, she 
thought.

Just then, a drop of pre-come oozed out of the tip of the 
Joker's dick. She slowed down and then speed up her stroking. 
"You're going to come all over your own face," she told him.

"No! Not my face."

"But you come on Harley's face, don't you?"

"She likes it. Honest!" the Joker pleaded.

"You want to come on my face, don't you?"

"YES!" the Joker screamed again. He spasmed as his voice was 
cut off by a long and nasty sounding laugh. Just as the laugh 
ended, Batgirl decided enough was enough and stopped 
stroking.

"NO! Please finish me! Suck me!"

"Okay," she teased. Batgirl bent over, pretending to get ready 
to suck him. She blew on the tip of his upside-down dick. The 
warm touch of her breath caressed the sensitive underside of 
his erect penis. It twitched and she jumped back. Batgirl took 
it in her hand and aimed it directly downward.

"NO! NO! No! nono noooo...." the Joker screamed as his own 
come sprayed all over his face. It was Batgirl's turn to laugh 
when the biggest glob went right into his nose and he started to 
choke.

"Bye bye," she said. "Was it good for you too?" she asked over 
her shoulder as she climbed through the broken window. The 
first lights of dawn were appearing on the horizon as she 
slipped through the window and left the Joker literally stewing 
in his own juices.



End of part 5.



