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Subject: Batgirl and Catwoman Part 1 [Introduction]

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Part 1:

     It was a fine, sunny Wednesday afternoon in Gotham 
City. The kind of day that made every Gothamite wish it 
were Sunday. A great day for madam Zamire's grand 
showing of her world famous Catalonian Cat's eye opal 
collection.

     "Now Madam Zamire, your cat's eye opals are valued 
at over 10 million dollars, aren't you afraid someone 
might steal them?" asked the reporter who was buzzing 
around the aged millionaires with a plethora of other 
reporters like excited bees over a jar of honey.
     "Oh no." arrogantly giggled the giddy madam. "Why 
my cat's eye opals are protected by the most stringent 
security measures available. Here let me show you." and 
with that the crowd of reporters and the portly 
millionaires headed for the precious gems room of the 
Gotham City natural history museum.
     As they reached the door to the room, madam Zamire 
stopped the crowd. "As you can see, the hall containing 
the opals is sealed with two inches of plate steel and 
the main door is made of five inch steel plate. Not 
even a tank could get through." she explained "There 
are also no other doors and no windows. There is 
absolutely no way to gain entry into the chamber except 
through this door." she boasted.
     As madam Zamire described the security measures 
outside the main door to the gem chamber, inside, smoke 
began to rise from the floor of the great hall. A 
circular pattern of wispy smoke began to rise from the 
tiled floor along with a hissing, crackling sound. 
After a few moments, the circular block fell through as 
the acid bored a hole through the floor.
     "Even if any criminal managed to enter the 
chamber, any change in air pressure would instantly 
release anesthetic gas that would render any criminal 
unconscious and helpless." the madam continued.
     The top of a ladder popped through the hole as 
waves of billowing gas poured from gas outlets in the 
wall. The head of a man, wearing a divers tank and 
oxygen breather poked up and scanned the room. He then 
climbed out of the hole and helped two other men up the 
ladder.
     "What if they could get past the gas." asked a 
reporter. "What then?"
     "Oh you silly man," the madam replied, "it would 
do them no good. The glass to the cases are made of a 
new, high tech plastic. They are virtually 
unbreakable."
     The three men proceeded to apply an unusual paste 
to the glass cases. They smeared the white paste about 
as though they were waxing a car. After a few moments, 
the polymer disolvant began to weaken the plastic and 
the men poked their hands through the soft material as 
easily as punching a hole through a plastic bag.
     "Even if they could open the cases which I 
seriously doubt, they could not remove the opals from 
their placements." the madam continued.
     "And why is that madam Zamire?" asked the 
reporter.
     "Oh we have a very special device that puts a 
special magnetic field around the opals, making it 
virtually impossible to remove them. No force in the 
universe could budge them... nothing except a major 
power outage and Gotham city's power supply is the most 
reliable in the world."
she gleamed.
     A few blocks away, a small explosion blew the top 
off a power pole. Sparks flew everywhere as the large 
metal power transformer was blown off its support and 
came crashing to the ground. Three men ran from the 
pole and piled into a small truck sitting on the other 
side of the street. The truck's tires squealed as the 
truck pulled away and headed down the hill toward a 
dark Gotham downtown.
     At that same moment, all the lights in the museum 
went out. The crowd began to scream and panic as 
confusion and fear enveloped them along with the 
darkness. After a few moments passed, a series of 
emergency red fire lights came on.
     "We have a spare generator." explained the madam. 
"Guard, open this door immediately!" she ordered. Two 
guards ran up and fiddled with a set of keys as they 
hurriedly opened the massive door. The door swung open 
and the crowd stood in absolute shock as they stared at 
all the empty cases.
     -     -     -
     "Tis a dark day in Gotham city commissioner." said 
chief O'hara as he stood shaking his head in despair 
watching the gray hared Gordon hang up the phone.
     "A dark day indeed chief O'Hara." replied the 
commissioner. "A fortune in cat's eye opals, purloined 
by none other than..."
     "Oh don't say it commissioner. Me ears cannot 
stand the strain." said the chief waving his hands.
     "I'm afraid so chief. Snatched by the criminal 
claws of that feline felon. That she-devil of crime... 
none other than Catwoman!"
     "Saints preserve us!" the chief exclaimed rolling 
his eyes upwards. "Is there any chance for us? Have the 
heavens opened up and swallowed all our hopes?" he 
asked looking in despair at the powers that be.
     Looking outward with a stare of determination and 
defiance the commissioner sat up from his chair. 
"There's just one man who can help us now. The one man 
who can rid this town of that feline scourge." With 
that, both men turned to stare at the red phone of hope 
that sat under the glass container across the room.
     -     -     -
     "If you will wait a moment sir, I will see if I 
can gain his attention." calmly said Alfred in a thick 
proper English accent as he answered the batphone.
     -     -     - 
     The batmobile shot out of the batcave and raced 
down the wrong side of the road toward Gotham city. It 
was as though the same footage was being played over 
and over again, each time they had to run into town. 
The big, black car pulled up in front of police 
headquarters and the caped crusaders rushed into the 
building.
     "Did anyone actually see Cat Woman or any of her 
kittens steal the opals?" asked Batman.
     "Well, no Batman but this is her style." the 
commissioner replied.
     "Yes her motis-operandi." smuggly blurted out the 
boy wonder.
     "Motis-Operandi?" asked the chief in utter 
bewilderment.
     "Yes, Motis, from the Latin meeting motive or mode 
and Operandi meaning operation. Her mode of operation." 
replied Robin as he drove the fact home by punching his 
fist into his hand.
     "Very good Latin old chum. But what we need now 
are clues and not a Latin lesson." said Batman as he 
and Robin headed for the door.
     "Are you heading for the Batcave" asked 
commissioner Gordon?
     "Yes, and then we'll check out the museum. There 
may be clues still left there." Batman replied.
     "But me men went over the place with a fine tooth 
comb. Not even a microbe could get by us." the chief 
said.
     "While I never doubt the competency of Gotham 
city's finest chief, Cat Woman is a foe far beyond the 
abilities of your fine force to catch." Batman said as 
he opened the door. The chief shook his head in 
agreement knowing the caped crusader was right.
     "Cat Woman!" a startled female voice exclaimed 
from the open doorway. The four men turned to see 
commissioner Gordon's lovely daughter Barbara standing 
in the entrance. She briskly walked by Batman and Robin 
and walked up to her father, giving him a peck on the 
cheek.
     "What's all this talk about Cat Woman?" Barbara 
asked innocently, batting her big brown eyes at the 
men.
     "Oh nothing to concern your pretty little head 
about Barbara. Batman and Robin were just leaving to 
check out the opal robbery at the museum." said 
commissioner Gordon patronizingly. 
     He always did that to her, always cut her out the 
picture like she was some innocent little school girl. 
At first she hated it and resisted it but she learned 
that should could use that innocence to her advantage. 
The whole act seemed to be a vicious circle. As she 
acted more angelic, her father would treat her more 
childishly. This would force her to act more innocently 
to get more information out of him. It seemed stupid 
but it worked. "If only you knew some of the stuff I 
did in my apartment daddy..." she though to herself in 
defiance.
     "Whelp, I was just on my way home from work and I 
thought I'd ask you to dinner." she asked, knowing he 
would say no. He always said no to any socializing when 
an arch criminal was in town. She actually wasn't 
headed over to go to dinner. Instead, she had heard 
about the robbery and was hoping to turn on the 
innocent act to milk some information from daddy.
     "Oh well, I've got some reading to do anyway." she 
said indifferently as she gave her father another peck 
on the cheek and strutted out the door past Batman and 
Robin.
     -     -     -
     The door to Barbara's apartment flew open as the 
young heroine rushed in and made a bee-line for the 
bedroom. "No time to chat now Charley." said Babs as 
she threw her purse and coat on the couch and walked 
past the bird cage containing her pet parrot. 
     The parrot never seemed to talk, being utterly 
confused by the spew of dialog that always came from 
its owner. For some reason Barbara would talk to the 
bird, needlessly revealing her plans to the pet parrot. 
Of course the ever changing dialog made it impossible 
for the bird to learn any word or phrase.
     The only thing it had managed to learn over the 
years was one phrase: "Oh MY GOD!" This phrase was the 
only one loud enough and repeated enough times to re-
enforce it in the bird's mind. This only happened 
however, when Barbara would get in one of her "special 
moods", then the bedroom door would shut and waves of 
moans and screams would ring out as Barbara would 
"entertain" herself.
     She had always been extremely introvert. As a 
child she was a loner and a book worm, always reading 
and never making friends. When she grew up and 
graduated from college, she found that her body had 
developed quite well and, dressed right, she was 
extremely attractive. 
     Her early life, however, had turned her off to 
dating men and she found that masturbation was a far 
better form of sexual stimulation along with her 
unusual fascination with bondage. For some reason, 
being bound and gagged and forced to climax against her 
will was an incredible aphrodisiac to her and sent 
incredible chills of sexual excitement through her 
body. Was it a rape fantasy? She didn't know or care. 
It was fun and exciting and allowed her to break the 
mold everyone else had placed upon her all her life. 
Daddy's sweat little girl was actually very naughty, 
and the secret made her burn with excitement.
     This was also partially why she was fascinated 
with her Batgirl persona. Being in such perilous 
situations, at the hands of such desperate criminals, 
made for an overwhelming array of titillating 
experiences. When she was younger, no one paid 
attention to her. She was a bug, an insect to be 
ignored. After spending time working out and 
aerobisizing constantly, however, she became an 
incredibly shapely young girl and exhibitionism was 
also quite exhilarating. "Ha ha, I'm pretty now and you 
can't have me!" she would think to herself.
     This was why she had modified her Batgirl outfit. 
The old one was functional but quite drab. She felt 
that, if she could distract a crook for a few moments 
with a few curves and some revealing skin, she could 
use the time to her advantage. This seemed to work 
quite well as most men would stop in gaping awe at the 
female before them, allowing her to easily get the 
upper hand.
     The full body suit was eliminated. Instead, the 
suit was split into two parts. The top part was a black 
spandex pull over that resembled an aerobics exercise 
outfit. It covered her arms completely and ran to the 
middle of her rib cage, leaving her stomach and belly 
button exposed. Her front was bare and a black support 
bra under the outfit, pushed her full breasts together 
into a nice, mountain of cleavage. The outfit continued 
up her neck and stopped below her chin, making her look 
like she was wearing a turtle neck sweater. A small 
yellow Bat symbol was stitched over her left breast in 
the material that ran up and around her shoulder.
     The bottom half was a pair of black, spandex 
shorts that came up to just below her belly button and 
rode around the curvature of her legs, where her upper 
thighs met her hips. This left her legs and thighs 
fully exposed.
     Her boots were replaced by a pair of high heel 
shoes that laced up her ankles to just below her knees. 
Her hands were covered by a pair of black, skin tight, 
leather gloves that ran up her arms to just below her 
shoulders. The only thing that was the same from the 
original outfit was her Batgirl utility belt, which 
hung low and heavy across her curvaceous stomach and 
around her shapely hips.
     She had decided to do away with the heavy Bat cowl 
she always wore. It was clumsy, hot and didn't allow 
for a full range of vision. Instead, a black mask, 
similar to Robin's only with larger, more feminine 
looking eye holes, took its place. The red wig was also 
eliminated and her own short, black hair was pinned 
like a crown on top of her head. She found that most 
crooks were way too busy looking at her body to notice 
her face, besides, no one could figure out who Robin 
was and he only wore that stupid mask.
     The final touch was a small, black silk cape that 
wrapped around her neck and flowed down to the small of 
her back, hanging just over her plump rear end. She 
grabbed the ends of the cape in each hand and twisted 
and posed in the full length mirror in her bedroom like 
some sophisticated fashion model. Then with a giddy, 
school girl laugh she strutted away and headed for the 
secret entrance to her Batgirl cycle.
     "I'll just beat Batman and Robin to the museum and 
find my own clues." she declared as the cycle rolled 
out of its secret door and down the alley.
     -     -     -
     The Batmobile sped out of town and toward the 
Batcave. "What do you think Catwoman is up to Batman." 
Robin said, slamming his fists together like he always 
did.
     "I don't know old chum," replied Batman, "the ways 
of a wicked woman such a Catwoman cannot be easily 
deduced. This is something you're going to learn as you 
grow from a boy to a man." he said fatherly.
     "Gosh Batman, this woman stuff really baffles me 
sometimes." Robin said shaking his head.
     "Don't worry, I'm sure the Bat female logic 
analyzer I built into the Bat computer last week will 
figure out her logic and her next move." he said 
proudly. "Or blow up trying..." he mumbled under his 
breathe.
     Suddenly, a large explosion rang out from under 
the speeding Batmobile, sending the caped crusaders 
swerving out of control. "Hang on Robin!" Batman 
ordered as the car careened off a cliff and plummeted 
into the trees below.
     -     -     -
     "The caped crusaders should have shown up by now." 
Batgirl said to herself as she sat scrunched down under 
one of the windows to the museum. "Well, they'll be 
along shortly. As long as they're here, I've got 
nothing to worry about." and with that, Batgirl slid 
open the window and stealthily climbed inside.
     She made her way down the dark museum corridor 
toward the opal room. As she neared the door, she could 
hear someone else moving about in the darkness. "Damn 
it!" exclaimed a woman's voice as the sounds of someone 
searching the room rang out from the door.
     "Catwoman, I've got you now." thought Batgirl as 
she pulled out her Batgirl flashlight. Cupping the 
front of the light in her hands to block off the light 
source, she put the flashlight close to her eyes and 
switched it on. She then left it on for a few moments 
to let her eyes dilated to the bright light.
     After switching it off, she got up and stealthily 
slipped into the pitch black room, feeling along the 
wall for the light switch. The flashlight had 
completely blinded her to the low light in the museum 
but, she was able to see fine, with no blinking, as she 
flipped the lights on in the room.
     Catwoman was not so prepared however as the lights 
flooded the room, temporarily blinding her and freezing 
her, like a jack lighted deer, in the middle of the 
room.
     Batgirl stood and stared in slight shock at the 
female villainess before her. Apparently Catwoman had 
gotten the same idea she had gotten about her costume 
but, being Catwoman, her costume was much more on the 
extreme side.
     Catwoman was a tall, slender dark hared beauty. 
She stood almost a head and a half taller than Batgirl 
and was almost equal in height to Batman, even without 
high heels. She had very wide shoulders which sat 
loosely on a large, full chest. Her chest was long and 
ran eloquently down to a narrow, shapely waist. Her 
shape then curved out around a full, wide set of hips 
and a large but appetizing rear end. Her legs were very 
shapely and full and were quite long. More than half 
her length were her legs. Her whole body was covered in 
a dark, brown tan with no apparent tan line.
     Unlike Batgirl's face which was perky and girlish 
in appearance, Catwoman's was full and very womanly. 
She had a strong, wide jaw and full facial feature that 
made it very hard to determine her age and which gave 
her a look of sophistication. Her eyebrows always had a 
slight tilt to them. No matter what expression she had, 
they made her eyes have a wicked, devious look that 
lead one to believe this woman always had something 
sexy on her mind.
     The most obvious feature and the one that Batgirl 
noticed the most, however, was Catwoman's breasts. They 
were huge. Before, she had never noticed them simply 
because most costumes could hide a lot of physical 
features. Now, however wearing this new outfit, they 
were out in the open and they were much bigger than she 
had thought. "How could this woman do all the athletic 
stuff she did with a chest like that?" Batgirl thought. 
The two breasts were full and circular and hung with 
amazing perkiness on her chest. They seemed to be 
fairly firm but with enough baby fat to allow them to 
jiggle slightly when the amazon moved. From behind, 
even squeezed together by her outfit, she could see the 
curvature of each breast peek out from around the 
villianess's chest.
     Her costume was very skimpy. She wore a one piece, 
white, spandex bathing suit. Two straps were tied 
around her neck and criss-crossed just below her collar 
bone. They ran from the criss-cross, down over her 
breasts, covering mostly her nipples and squeezing her 
breasts together, leaving most of her breasts bare. The 
straps continued down, along her side, and connected at 
the top of her hips to her v-cut, French bikini bottom. 
More straps continued up her back and crossed behind 
her, adding support to the outfit. This left her 
stomach and most of her front completely bare.
     The bottom ran from the top of her hips, down over 
her flat stomach, and between her legs, barely covering 
the essentials. Most of her long legs, up to the middle 
of her thighs, were covered with a pair of skin tight, 
white, latex boots whose heels were almost 5 inches in 
length. Her arms were covered up to her mid upper arms 
with white gloves made from the same material as her 
boots. Her face was covered by a thin mask similar to 
Batgirl's but with a pair of cat ears sticking out of 
her full brunette hair on either side of her head. 
     The stunned villainess stood, covering her eyes. 
She staggered backward and let out a cat's hiss as the 
light stung her eyes. Batgirl stepped away from the 
wall and planted her feet slightly apart, resting her 
hands on the sides of her hips in an arrogant pose of 
superiority.
     "So, I thought I'd catch you here Catwoman." 
confidently boasted Batgirl. Catwoman dropped her hands 
away from her face, her eyes still popping open and 
closed as she tried to shake the sparkles from them.
     "Oh its you, Bat bitch. Don't you have jay walkers 
to arrest or something?" said Catwoman in a low sultry 
voice as she waived her hand at the pesky heroine in an 
attempt shoe her away.
     "I think not Catwoman, now where are the opals?" 
demanded Batgirl.
     The spots and sparkles faded from Catwoman's eyes 
and she turned to face the spunky heroine. Planting her 
feet slightly apart and her hands on her hips she stood 
in front of Batgirl in almost the same pose, but being 
much taller, Catwoman loomed over the younger Batgirl. 
For a few seconds each girl sized each other up, 
looking first around, then up and down but never 
breaking their stances. They stood like two cats 
sniffing each other out. Catwoman then broke her stance 
and orbited Batgirl with a sultry walk, looking her up 
and down. Batgirl followed her around with her head, 
keeping an ever watchful eye on the crafty villainess.
     "Nice outfit sweet cheeks." said Catwoman calmly, 
"I see you figured out men think with their groins 
instead of their heads."
     "I'm sure you figured that out a long time ago." 
Batgirl replied like a taunting school girl. Catwoman 
finished her orbit and stood in front of Batgirl.
     "Where did you get the top? I like the material." 
Catwoman said as she calmly reached out to feel the 
fabric.
     "Oh that's one of Macy's aerobic outfits. I did my 
own sewing." Batgirl said with a proud, gleaming smile. 
"Where did you get those boots?"
     "Oh these are Gucci originals. I had to order them 
from Italy. You know it took 3 months for them to 
deliver 'em. Never buy foreign mail order, especially 
clothes." Catwoman said rolling her eyes upward in 
disgust.
     "I know what you mean," Batgirl replied, "it took 
me a month to get these shorts.... OH NEVER MIND THAT!" 
Batgirl blurted out, shaking her head and waving her 
hands at Catwoman. "Now what did you do with the 
opals!" Batgirl demanded again.
     "ME!?" Catwoman cried out in denial. "Listen 
honey, I've been trying to go straight ever since my 
last stint in jail. You don't know what its like in 
there. The food's awful and you can't imagine what it 
does to your hair. Besides, after my last run in with 
Batman, I thought long and hard about my life and I 
know he'll have nothing to do with a woman like me if I 
stay a criminal."
      "You mean you're not a villainess anymore?" asked 
the confused Batgirl. "I thought stealing a bunch of 
cat's eye opals would be your motis-operandi."
     "Motis-operandi?" Catwoman said quizzically.
     "Yes the Latin word Motis meaning motive or mode 
and Operandi meaning operation i.e. mode of operation." 
Batgirl said as she recited the definition.
     "Uh.. well no." Catwoman said shaking her head 
slightly and shooting Batgirl a look of bewilderment. 
"This poor girl has got to be one hell of an egghead 
under that mask. She almost as bad as that brat Robin 
with his holy this and holy that." she thought to 
herself.
     "I've been trying to use my cat burglar talents to 
catch some of my fellow crooks." Catwoman continued. "I 
figure if I make up for some of the rotten things I 
did, I might be able to convince Batman that I'm a good 
person." 
     "I swear I had nothing to do with this!" she 
explained as she waved her hand over the busted up 
display cases.
     "OK then, who did?" Batgirl said shifting her head 
to one side and staring at Catwoman with a look of 
disbelief.
     "We did!" rang out a voice from behind both of 
them. Both girls jumped in fright and turned. There, 
standing at the edge of the hole were the Penguin, 
Joker and Riddler and several of their henchmen.

What's this! Batgirl and Catwoman teaming up?!
Has the felonious feline reformed?!
Can they both handle the Joker, Riddler and Penguin?!

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