"Batgirl always looks good," responded Batman as he paused for a moment to recall the meeting. His eyebrows narrowed a little as he realised just how provocatively she had been dressed, and then there was the way that she'd gazed at him when she'd thought that he wasn't looking. He'd been distracted at the time by thoughts of the impending tryst with Selina, but now Robin's innocent comment had set him thinking.
He'd thought that they'd managed to laugh off the incident in the barn, and the subsequent front page picture spread of him kissing Batgirl, but was it possible that she really did feel something more than friendship for him? The more that he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, particularly when he caught himself thinking about the figure under the dress as well! 'Don't go down that route,' he told himself semi-reluctantly, 'you know that you can't!'
Maybe it was nothing though? He looked up to Robin again, "You talk to Barbara more than I do Robin, is she errr .... 'involved'..... with any men at the moment?" He was glad of the distance between them as he felt his cheeks colour a little at the clumsy way that he'd put it.
Robin looked up from his coffee in surprise. "Well, she doesn't confide that much in me," he admitted somewhat reluctantly, 'But oh how I wish she would!' he thought to himself in exasperation.
"She's off to the University Fancy Dress Ball tonight though with that girl friend of hers from the library. I imagine that there'll be no shortage of admirers there!" he added in a harsh voice, not bothering to conceal his annoyance.
2 - Making an Entrance.
The 'girl' in question was just getting out of a taxi. The black cloak was fastened at her neck and she was grasping the material tightly around her to stop the breeze from billowing it out and giving the small crowd clustered on the steps of the University Student's Union building an early preview of the absolutely scandalous costume that she was only just wearing!
She'd had another try at swapping costumes with Heather before they'd got dressed or, 'un-dressed', as she felt now. I mean, how could she, Batgirl, possibly go as 'Batgirl'? Particularly a 'Batgirl' that wouldn't look out of place in one of the seedy videos that she spent a lot of her time cracking down on in her 'day 'job? It was ridiculous!!
Unfortunately, that wasn't an argument that she could use with Heather, who'd stubbornly refused to consider going as anything other than her childhood hero, Supergirl. "Typical!" Batgirl had said in feigned disgust, "that golden haired, goody two shoes always gets more fans than I do. Now, where did I put that kryptonite?!"
Back in the present, she bent down to pay off the driver, just as she heard a commotion behind her. Glancing back she had to laugh. Heather had got out of the taxi after her, but hadn't been as careful to hang onto her cloak. The wind had immediately got under it and dragged it from her fingers opening it out as it flapped wildly about her. The boisterous cheer that rose up from some of the groups of young men on the stairs was mixed with some gasps of admiration as Heather's flimsy Supergirl costume was displayed briefly to all and sundry. Heather had quickly grappled down the cloak, but not before everyone had registered the tasty vision in front of them.
She wore calf length red boots, tan stockings up to mid-thigh held up by long red suspenders that disappeared invitingly under the frilly red micro skirt. This was topped by a narrow yellow belt that doubled as a suspender belt, and above that was nothing but flesh until a blue bra-top provided some modesty, slightly undone by the two small yellow and red Supergirl symbols that sat proudly on the tip of each small triangle of material. A tiny red cape covered her shoulders, fastening at the neck with a Supergirl clasp and, although Heather was a natural blonde, she was wearing a wig of long golden locks. Barbara had had to admit that Heather looked incredibly hot as they'd got dressed together earlier!
The taxi driver had been watching the performance open-mouthed, and as he dragged his eyes back to Batgirl he was looking leeringly at the black cloak that was hiding her own costume. It wasn't hard to figure what his imagination was doing!
"Don't say a word!" she shot at the man before he could open his mouth and threw a couple of bills at him through the car window.
There was a secret smile on her lips though as she turned round and joined Heather dashing up the cold stone steps to the building doors. Despite all her reservations, she felt an inner excitement building at the thought of the night ahead. She'd banished Batman completely from her thoughts, and the feel of her sexy costume was starting to warm her up despite the cool breeze and gathering dark.
She remembered the way that she'd looked at herself in the mirror after they'd donned the skimpy outfits. She'd stood square on, legs apart and hands on hips, as if challenging her diffident side to protest. Her own black boots were knee length, her stockings a startling shade of yellow reaching only half way up her muscular thighs, dangling suggestively from long yellow suspenders hanging down from a bright yellow 'utility belt' wrapped around her trim waist. There was no skirt in her costume though, just matching purple bikini bra and briefs, similar to Heather's but with the 'Supergirl' symbol replaced by the familiar yellow 'Bat' motif. Her short cape was yellow, and a purple cowl sat tightly on top of her head, releasing a mass of long red curls down her back from a wig that was a good imitation of Batgirl's own. There was certainly a lot of bare flesh on display!
Heather had laughed when she'd seen Batgirl's expression in the mirror, "Wow 'Batgirl', you really look ready for action!" She thought for a moment and then looked at Batgirl quizzically, "Hey girl, you on the 'pull' tonight?"
Barbara had been about to reject the thought out of hand, but then she paused for a moment too. 'Well sod it,' she thought, 'If Batman can have a bit on the side, why shouldn't I?' When she looked back at Heather, a mischievous grin was spreading across her face.
"Well 'Supergirl', if a suitably attractive man turns up, who knows?"
"Oh, that'll be any male under thirty with two legs and a large bulge in his pants will it!?"
Batgirl had laughed heartily. At least the banter had banished any sad thoughts of Heather's impending departure from Gotham City.
Suddenly, she was jolted back into reality. They'd gone through the main doors, handed in tickets to a rather strange combination of Abraham Lincoln and Marilyn Monroe and were now next to the entrance to the main hall. In front of them was a temporary cloak-room and the attendant, dressed as a football team cheerleader, was reaching out for their cloaks. Suddenly this was the moment of truth when they'd have to expose themselves and, despite Heather's assurances earlier, Batgirl hadn't seen anyone in anything remotely as revealing as 'Supergirl' and 'Batgirl'!!
She looked into Heather's eyes for a moment. They seemed to be daring her to go first, so she took a deep breath and undid the clasp at her neck, easing off the black material and nonchalantly handed it over. The attendants eyes widened and her mouth opened. Lots of people milling around the entrance area suddenly went quiet as all eyes swivelled in her direction.
"Look after it for me love," she said in her driest voice, "it's an expensive item you know! Come on Heather ... chop, chop!"
Without a look behind or around her she strode resolutely towards the hall entrance, Heather almost throwing her cloak at the attendant in order to keep up.
Batgirl hadn't known what to expect inside, and she was relieved to find the lighting low and the music loud. She should have known that the Students Union would have 'atmosphere' high up on the agenda. She paused to look around. The hall was smaller than she'd expected, quite cosy really. A small stage at one end was covered in DJ equipment, big black speakers and light show paraphernalia and the dance floor in front already contained a healthy throng of gyrating 'personalities'. Along both sides was a raised, dimly lit area full of small tables and chairs overlooking the dance floor, and at the back, just next to where she was standing was the bar, brightly lit to attract custom. As this was a student event, Batgirl didn't expect that any artificial attraction was really likely to be necessary!
She scanned the seating areas and saw a small table opposite, just next to the dance floor. It was one of the few that were unoccupied.
"Come on Heather," she shouted, "just in time to stake our claim!"
With Supergirl in tow, she strode over the dance floor, sidestepping some of the more enthusiastic dancers, and jumped up the small flight of stairs to her target table, just in time to see a poor imitation of Brad Pitt slide into the seat as they got there.
"Damn!" said Heather behind her, "Just too late."
"Are you serious?" snorted Batgirl, turning back to the interloper, "Excuse me pal, but this table's ours. You'll have to find somewhere else!"
