With nothing to do but wait, her thoughts drifted inevitably back to yesterday morning.
Chapter 2 -- Batgirl Prepares
She'd showered early after doing her usual strenuous morning work-out.
Taut but shapely female muscles exercised to just the right level. Glistening with a light layer of sweat in the early morning sunlight, Barbara Gordon examined herself approvingly in the gym mirror. Recently, she'd taken to exercising in the nude. At first she'd told herself it was because of the heat, but now she'd admitted that she enjoyed the narcissist thrill of watching her naked form going through her exercise routine. Yummy!
After the brisk cold, then hot water shower she'd wrapped herself in a white terry cloth robe, dried her shoulder length light brown hair, and moved into her bedroom to stand before her wide dressing table.
She'd looked into the big mirror and twisted her head, pouting a little. "Now then Robin, you won't know what's hit you!" she thought as she sat down in front of the dresser.
She'd been happy, almost radiant even. She'd finally made a decision!
After years of chasing forlornly after Batman, she'd finally decided to push him to one side. She'd known that Robin had had a crush on her since his teenage days, but she'd always fended him off until now. Sometimes non-too subtly she'd remembered with a little grimace! But that was behind her now. She'd decided that today's regular monthly computer housekeeping session with Robin at Wayne Mansion was going to be his lucky day. She was going to let him have his way with her after all!
Now, she'd thought, all she needed to do was look ravishing, smile seductively and he'd be hers!
First job had been her hair. She'd worked quickly to brush it into a shiny sheen with a slight quiff on the right side, before tucking the rest behind a rather shapely ear. She'd struggled a bit with make-up. How to look ravishing without being too obvious? In the end she'd gone for subtle cream shades, no lashes - just soft and becoming she'd hoped.
Having got the top done, she'd turned her attention to the bottom bit. She'd leaned down to open a drawer, rummaged around a bit before extracting a flimsy pair of cream bikini panties and a matching lacy half-cup bra. She'd smiled delightedly as she imagined Robin's reaction when he saw her in those hot looking items!
Quickly dipping her shoulders, she'd slipped the robe free and let it slide down her back to rest at her waist. She'd smiled again as she'd admired her exposed, pert breasts in the mirror. Her hands had lifted almost automatically to cup the firm mounds, sighing a little as she'd felt her pink nipples respond to the gentle touch. She'd definitely felt in the mood!
It had taken just a second to sprinkle a little talc, and massage it into her soft skin, then with another wicked smile she'd picked up her expensive bottle of French perfume and dabbed a little between her breasts. Robin really wouldn't stand a chance!
Picking up her bra, she'd quickly fastened it at her waist, twisted it round and gently eased the half cups over her now tingling breasts, sucking in a little air as she'd felt the soft material rubbing against the sensitive skin. In moments she'd put her arms through the straps, pulled them over her shoulder and eased them straight before her hands were back on the bra cups, nudging them comfortably into place. It had taken a conscious effort to drag her hands away as she'd felt more and more aroused by the thought of Robin's in the same place!
Standing up, she'd let the terry robe slide down her legs and onto the floor, exposing the small triangle of tufty brown hair between her legs. She'd had to consciously stop one of her hands drifting down to investigate as she'd 'tutted' to herself and picked up the soft cream panties. Carefully stepping into them, she'd drawn them quickly up her long, tanned legs until they cupped her pubic hair, and then drawn the elastic waistband a little higher to pull the soft cream material tightly around her soft brown mound, drawing in a short, little breath as she'd felt the panties tighten around her sensitive sexual lips. She'd been feeling so ready for Robin at last!
Taking her perfumed talc, she used one hand to draw forward the front of the panties' waistband so that she could tip a little of the fragrant white powder down and onto her little bush. With another indulgent smile, she'd let the elastic pull back onto her belly and patted the triangle of cream material gently triggering a small white cloud of talc to seep through the material, and sucking in another deep breath as the action had sent little electric sensations bursting from between her legs.
Pausing again to admire her looks in the mirror, she'd considered her legs for a few moments but deciding against stockings. Her tan had developed well during the summer and she'd felt they looked good enough 'au naturel', so she'd twisted round to the wardrobe, rummaged for a few minutes before pulling out a light, fawn coloured summer dress. Definitely no trousers today!
It had taken just a moment to step into the dress and pull it smoothly over her lithe figure. It was well tailored to accentuate her curves, and she'd shimmied her hips slightly to settle it comfortably into place before drawing up the little zip from her waist to under her arm. The arm holes were low and she'd known that it would show a hint of her cream bra, but that had all been part of the plan after all. As had been the low cut front, showing just a hint of cleavage and the high hem line, hovering three or four inches above her bronzed knees.
Going back to her dressing table, she'd added the final piece of the jigsaw, a simple gold locket that had hung around her shapely neck nestling comfortably on her bosom between the gently rising flesh of her breasts.
Stepping back a little in front of the mirror, she'd reviewed her efforts. A quick adjustment of her hair, and she'd grinned at her reflection in satisfaction. "Now," she'd whispered to herself in excitement, "let's see Robin's face when he sees this!"
Chapter 3 - Robin's Big Chance
Batgirl had swung her shapely legs out of the car, stood up and smoothed down her dress before surveying the quiet elegance of Wayne Mansion. It had still been early, around half past nine and the sun had just been starting to warm up the surrounding gardens when she'd drawn in a deep breath of anticipation, locked her Porsche and strode over the gravel drive to the main entrance.
As she'd reached the great wooden door it had swung smoothly open and the craggy figure of Bruce Wayne's old retainer, Alfred, had appeared to welcome her in. She'd been secretly pleased to see even his eyes widen slightly as he'd taken in her sexy appearance.
"Good morning Miss Gordon. How pleasant to see you again. You're looking very ....errr striking today if I may say so."
"You may indeed say so Alfred. I'm feeling positively glowing! Is Robin, I mean Dick, up yet?"
"Oh yes Miss, Master Grayson has been busy down in the Bat Cave for a while now."
"Right, I'll scoot down and surprise him then." She'd smiled as she headed off down the hall towards the secret passages at the rear of the building, thinking that this 'surprise' would definitely catch the attention of 'Master' Dick Grayson! She'd considered reminding Alfred that Dick was well past 21 now, but she'd known how fixed he was in his ways.
"Mmmmm," had mumbled Alfred to himself as she'd disappeared, "I hope that Master Grayson's mood has improved since he got down there. He's not been quite himself lately at all............. Still I'm sure that Barbara will cheer him up."
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As she'd entered the brightly lit cavern under Wayne Mansion that held Batman's storage and technical headquarters, she'd seen Dick bent over a terminal at the far corner. She'd tip-toed quietly across and crept up behind him. Whatever he'd been doing he'd not heard her approach and the first that he'd known of her approach was when she'd slipped her hands round his face to tenderly cover his eyes as she'd bent down slightly to plant a kiss on his neck.
The kiss had never made it though. Robin had shot up and backwards at her touch, catching her face a glancing blow with his shoulder and she'd stumbled backwards.
