((Authors Note --
This story follows 'A Day in Gotham - 9 - Batgirl Wins 01'.
As with all multipart series, it's best read after the first episode, but I've tried to make it stand on its own as far as possible.
In brief though, this follows a part of Batgirl's life where she's been through a long recovery and rehabilitation period after the near tragic events in that old warehouse battling Leopard Man. It was a period where she established a close relationship with Catgirl, became aware of feelings for one of her main hospital carers, Sister Allison, and learned some shocking news about her father. Relations with Catwoman continued to run at a very low low though!
Of course Catgirl couldn't resist playing some pranks later so that new, close relationship was strained a bit (well, a lot actually) at the end.
And, just to complicate matters, an alien energy ship had been stranded in the area, in desperate need of replenishing a very specialised energy source. All was going well until a renegade being suddenly decided to speed up the process on his own. Looks like internal power politics aren't a problem just for the human race!
I love to see comments on my stories, hopefully positive, but really whatever you feel. I can take it! (I think!)
I sincerely hope that you enjoy ..........
Duke ))
Index:
1 - Morning Run
2 - A Frustrated Observer
3 - Contact with the 'Enemy'
4 - Fulfilment on a Bike Ride
5 - A Meeting of Minds -- Sort Of
6 - Too Late!
7 - Togetherness
8 - Decisions, Decisions
9 - Two's Company, Three's a ..........
10 - Fulfilment with Friends
11 - Consequences
12 - Anticipation, Bliss, Shock
13 - A Desperate Situation
1 - Morning Run
Batgirl was breathing hard as she approached the last corner before she reached the long road to her apartment block. It was deep in the Gotham suburbs and the tree lined streets were dappled in welcome shade from the increasingly hot sunshine, but the cool breeze that had welcomed her at first was now dissipating and as a result, the temperature was getting uncomfortably high.
Her morning run had extended to well over two hours now that she was reaching peak physical fitness again, and even after that time she was pleased how well her legs were still driving her forward at a very decent pace. She didn't do her training as Batgirl though, leaving the tight purple suit behind in her specially constructed flat. Now she was unmasked, in her civilian guise as Barbara Gordon, librarian and daughter of the Gotham City Police Commissioner. Well, the 'daughter' bit was under a bit of a cloud really at the moment given the recent revelations about Batman and 'biological parentage'. It wasn't something that she wanted to think about though so she pushed it to the back of her mind. Life was complicated enough already!
She was wearing strong, purple running shoes, brief grey shorts with that gave her long tanned legs plenty of freedom to move and a white singlet that exposed her powerful bare shoulders and was now literally dripping with sweat.
Underneath she was wearing a white sports bra that did a fairly good job of keeping her taut young breasts under control as her bare arms pumped backwards and forward in rhythm with her legs. As she turned the corner, she increased her pace to a sprint for the final hundred yards or so, head back as she expended her chest to maximise the amount of energy giving oxygen being driven through her system.
She glanced briefly behind her.
It was strange. She'd had an uncomfortable feeling that she was being followed for the whole run, but there was never anyone there when she looked round and it would have taken a superbly fit athlete to keep up with here anyway. A vehicle wouldn't have been able to follow her over the country tracks that she'd taken, so why did she feel this nagging suspicion? It just didn't make sense.
At first she'd thought that it might have been Catgirl. She'd been bombarding Batgirl with increasingly emotional text and phone messages in the three days since that 'incident' in her new sports car. Batgirl had been so annoyed at the time that she'd left her new 'partner' sat in the car without a word as she'd stormed into her flat without a backward glance. After all, why should Catgirl think that she had some sort of God-given right to inflict her own peculiar brand of erotic tortures on Batgirl anytime that she liked?
She was still struggling to understand Catgirl, and her relationship to her.
They'd embarked on a bit of a lesbian fling with each other even before that rather spectacular episode in the warehouse that seemed like an age ago now. Batgirl had nearly been killed rescuing Catwoman from that infernal fiend Leopard Man, and it had been Catgirl who'd been so incredibly supportive and attentive as she'd gone through the painful road to recovery in hospital. She'd been acting like some sort of long lost sister and Batgirl had got to feel so close to her that she'd gradually let her guard down. So that when Catgirl had finally driven her home from the hospital after the months of treatments and rehabilitation, she'd never expected to be subjected to yet another of Catgirl's erotic pranks in that new 'modified' sports car!
But it didn't look like it could have been Catgirl that had been following her after all because, as Batgirl neared the entrance to her apartment block, she could see a familiar figure sat on the low wall by her entrance, one leg crossed over the other, foot swinging casually back and forth as she waited.
Batgirl was not impressed.
As she pulled up outside the entrance, breathing hard after her work-out but still with enough breathe to express her anger, "What the hell are you doing here dressed like that!" she hissed.
Catgirl was wrapped up in her usual, tight black and pink flecked Cat-suit, her pink boots flexing a little as she jumped down, her face smiling at Batgirl from under the black cowl and startling pink ears. She didn't seem in the least concerned about Batgirl's evident displeasure at seeing her.
"Hey Batgirl, it's my normal gear you know, and you'll be aware that we've got a team meeting at the Bat-Cave this afternoon........?" she answered calmly as she spread her hands in mock surrender," ..... and anyway, I really don't know what you've got to get shirty about ..........it's not me that's playing hard to get. Why haven't you been answering my calls?!"
Batgirl was looking around worriedly to see if anyone was taking an interest in their argument.
"You know why I don't want you here looking like that you idiot! I'm Barbara Gordon round this part of Gotham, not Batgirl. What will people think?!"
"Oh stop whinging Batgirl..........." responded Catgirl sharply before adding after a bit of thought, "..... though I suppose that I could always pretend to arrest you now that I'm on the side of the law so to speak ..... if that would help that is?" She took a step towards Batgirl with a big grin spreading over her face.
"You take a step nearer and I swear that I'll break something!" threatened Batgirl, still fuming.
Catgirl laughed, but kept her distance, "Careful Batgirl ......after all, you've not got many bones that haven't been broken recently have you?" She was clearly referring to Batgirl's painful encounter with Leopard Man so many months ago and the long period of hospital convalescence that had followed.
But Batgirl had had enough for now, said nothing, pursed her lips and brushed brusquely past Catgirl heading into the open doorway. When she reached her floor she could hear Catgirl's footsteps following behind her and as she let herself into her big apartment, Catgirl trooped obligingly in after her.
2 - A Frustrated Observer
Hailsburt1 had been tracking the running figure as part of his preparations for her induction into his 'Energy Harvesting' program. Time was getting tight if he were to achieve his objective of replenishing the mother ships core operating systems by the target date and he was impatient to make a move on his prime target source. It had seemed like a gift from the gods when a source of such intensity had appeared on the scene, and just when his programme was crying out for such a boost!
His energy craft, totally undetectable to the local population, was floating high above that part of Gotham, when he sat forward suddenly staring intently at his monitoring screen.