"God, you're positively insatiable Harley aren't you?" smiled Poison Ivy as she felt her partners hand cup herself between her legs and trap Poison Ivy's inside the tight red and black hot pants so that she felt the relief giving convulsions that she'd triggered ripple around her partners throbbing pussy!
She paused to look at her more closely. Harley's beautiful features were hidden somewhat by the copious amounts of white and red powder she used as make up and the bright red lipstick daubed garishly across her mouth . Her hair was harshly tied into two outlandish pigtails that stood out almost sideways from her head and covered in the same red and white powder. She didn't wear anything around her neck and her creamy white skin was bare from her shapely shoulders down to the substantial red and black chequered bikini top that would have covered her bosom quite well were it not specifically designed to thrust up her pert breasts and display them like two ripe melons.
Her mid-rift was bare too, except for the large red ruby nestling into her belly button. Her tight, shiny hot pants were covered in the same garish red and black chequer design as her bikini top, and would have been pulled tightly over her flat, strong lower abdomen, but the bright chrome zipper down the front was gaping open where Poison Ivy's fingers had recently been exploring to such good effect!
Harley's legs were encased in opaque white nylon hold-ups with wide, elasticated bands gripping her legs mid-thigh. At the moment she'd got one bent around the van's gear lever and the other resting on the dashboard. It wasn't the most lady-like position, but it had spread her legs wide enough to give Poison Ivy the best possible access!
Poison Ivy finally managed to drag her hand out of Harley's pants and said a little crossly, "Come on Quinn, we're supposed to be concentrating on this surveillance you know!" She couldn't help feeling a little bit tired herself though. They'd been here two hours already and nothing at all had happened for most of that time. Well, except for Batgirl arriving just now, and Robin in the Batmobile about forty minutes earlier. Interesting, but not why they were here!
Harley finally unravelled herself from the gear lever and zipped up her pants.
"Don't get so bitchy Poison. It's not my fault that I'm such a sensual young athlete!"
She waited for her partners eyebrows to go up and her mouth to open wide before bursting out laughing. Eventually Poison Ivy just shook her head and started laughing too. This was what she liked about the younger woman. So alive...so irreverent!
"My turn when we get back then..." she added slyly.
Harley looked sideways at her and smiled, nodding, "Okay ... " before adding mischievously," ... it's probably safer for you old-timers in bed anyway!"
It wasn't as though she was that much older, but even her costume seemed a little more conservative. Poison Ivy's long ginger locks were tied back with a light green hair band, and her fuller figure was encased in a darker green corset that emphasized her narrow waist and up-thrust breasts. Long, matching green suspenders ran down her thighs to the pale green stockings that seemed to finish low down, just above her knees.
There was a lot of green! And Harley had decided already that she was going to have to do something about her new partner's wardrobe!
"Ouch!" she gasped suddenly as Poison Ivy gave her a sharp dig in the ribs in response to the original barb!
She could have said more but a movement across the road had caught her eye, "Hey, what's this...now that does look like a possibility!"
Poison Ivy followed Harley's gaze and watched a young woman emerge from the front of the building and walk purposefully towards an open-topped, red sports car parked near the entrance. The shaded van windows that they were looking through didn't disguise the confident way that she walked and the clothes that she wore looked about right too. Just what they were looking for!
"Yup," she confirmed " I think that you're right for once..." as she leaned forward to start up the van's engine.
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The Watcher had followed the progress of the young woman as well. It had been hard not to!
Not only was she beautiful, but the clothes she was wearing, well almost wearing, would have attracted the attention of any red blooded male at any time!
Her long blond hair had wafted about her shoulders in the breeze before cascading down her lithe, graceful back as she strode across the car park. She wore a crisp, tightly tailored white blouse with long collars that gaped suggestively down the front as it struggled to restrain her pert young bosom. Even from this distance the Watcher couldn't help but admire her cleavage, the twin mounds that peeped out from her sheer blouse hinting at much greater delights inside!
Around her hips she wore a shiny black belt that didn't seem to be doing much to hold up the short white and red chequered mini-skirt. But even as it sat low on her waist the pleated material only dropped to mid thigh, and as she'd walked, the lacy patterned bands of her white stocking tops flashed regularly into view.
The Watcher smiled. In other circumstances he might have been tempted to give her a wolf-whistle because she was clearly dressed to thrill, but the last thing he needed at the moment was to draw attention to his hiding place.
So he contented himself with a slight sigh of disappointment as the woman climbed into the sports car displaying acres of leg and stockings, switched on and gunned the engine before accelerating sharply away and up to the road. She stopped to check for traffic and she was now close enough for the Watcher to admire her lively, hazel green eyes before she pulled away towards central Gotham, her blond hair twisting and twirling behind her in the breeze. His smile faded and his eyebrows narrowed though as he watched the grey van pull out behind the speeding machine and follow it.
'Strange, what's that about?' he thought for a moment and then shrugged. Nothing to do with Batgirl it seemed so he wasn't moving!
20. Catgirl Takes Over
Inside the building, Batgirl had parked her powerful bike just inside the garage section, right next to the imposing sight of the big, grey and black Batmobile.
She raised her eyebrows under her purple cowl as she realised that Batman and Robin were already here. She quickly scanned the open garage area. A couple of technicians were working on a machine in the corner, a few piles of cardboard boxes stood towering in the centre, but otherwise the space was empty - it could easily have been a small business anywhere in the country.
Except for the sight of a ravishing looking woman walking towards her from a side door and if there ever was such a thing as a 'sex on legs' look, this woman had it. In spades!
She wasn't particularly tall, but had a beautiful hour glass figure. Her dark hair was tied back into a dainty pony tail, and her steely blue eyes radiated confidence. Batgirl was quick to note that she was wearing black and briefly wondered whether this was could be for a bereavement, but then set that notion quickly aside. The tightly tailored black leather 'bomber' jacket that encased her upper half looked demur enough, but the short, tight black mini-skirt that just didn't quite cover her upper thighs and black stockings with the pink bows on the suspender fastenings ...well, that said something else entirely!
Batgirl looked at her warily as she approached. She was never quite sure how to deal with Natasha, Catwoman's sultry Chief of Staff. She was mostly friendly and fun to be with, and had a playful streak that could be distinctly disconcerting, but she could also be as hard as nails and there was never any doubting where her loyalties lay. Batgirl knew that she really would do anything for Catwoman and, to a lesser extent Catgirl, and given Batgirl's on/off and somewhat strained relationship with the two of them, she was always on her guard when Natasha was on the scene.
