The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted by DC Comics. This story is intended for the non-commercial enjoyment of fans and should be considered a parody. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be made from the distribution of this story.
Author's Notes:
The Batgirl and Robin that appear in this story are the characters of my youth and not the current versions.
All characters in sexual situations are 18+.
This story first appeared elsewhere in slightly different form in 1997 under the title "Batgirl and Robin" and has since been rewritten for Literotica.
Be aware, this story contains elements of bondage and non-consensual sex.
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"... and on the social scene, Gotham's best and brightest will be on hand this evening for Mayor Caruso's Annual Children's Benefit. The premier event of the season, it will be the place to be seen and many are still vying for a last-minute invitation for what promises to be the most exciting night since..."
The voice of the radio announcer brought a smile to Barbara Gordon as she let the warmth of the overhead shower splash across her breasts. Not only was she one of the fortunate few with an invitation, but she was going to be escorted by one of Gotham City's most eligible bachelors -- Edward Kendall. Not only was Kendall on the short list, but his name came right after Isoruko Yamaguci and Bruce Wayne.
A rising star of the City Council, educated at some of the finest schools in the country, the thirty-two-year-old was both handsome and charming. The grandson of "Black Jack" Kendall, Gotham's legendary mayor of the late eighties, Edward Kendall was already being talked about as the front runner in a mayoral election still two years away.
Running a soapy washcloth between her legs, Barbara recalled her first meeting with Ed, only four weeks before. It had been a Friday afternoon and she'd been waiting outside City Hall for her father, Police Commissioner James Gordon. As was their weekly custom, they were going to have an early dinner together.
Barbara had been greatly surprised when Ed came up to her and introduced himself. She had seen him before of course, having attended many city functions with her father, but had never been able to penetrate the bevy of hopefuls that usually surrounded him at such events, not even to say so much as hello. Ed had told her that he was a great supporter of her father and the job he'd done with the Police Department under the last three administrations, which was unusual since few members of the Council felt that way -- primarily because of James Gordon's refusal to treat the Batman as the masked vigilante that they felt he was. Gordon himself thought that most of their opposition to the Caped Crusader was due more to the fact that he had exposed several corrupt Councilmen rather than any real respect for the law.
With the arrival of her father, Ed had been about to excuse himself, but quickly changed gears when, after Jim Gordon had explained that he was going to be unable to make dinner, and offered to take his place. Not one to ever shy away from a challenge, Barbara just as quickly accepted and was whisked away to one of the most exclusive restaurants in town. Once there, it was no surprise that, despite not having a reservation, they had no problem getting one of the best tables in the house.
Rinsing the last of the shampoo out of her hair, Barbara would've been hard pressed to clearly remember what either of them had had for dinner that evening. She could, however, clearly describe the deep blue of his eyes, and how he never seemed to take them off of her. He seemed so taken, in fact, that he asked her out again the very next evening.
A third date soon followed, and it wasn't long before Barbara's name began to be linked with his in the gossip columns as Gotham's new perfect couple. Much to her disappointment, however, the truth of that didn't match the reality. As many times as they got together, there always seemed to be something that got in the way of them taking it to the next level. As one of the city's shakers and movers, Ed was always on twenty-four-hour call, and there was also the matter of Barbara's rather unusual nocturnal hobby.
Being Jim Gordon's daughter would've made the twenty-five-year-old redhead's sex life complicated enough on its own, but her dual identity as Batgirl made it even more so. Barbara's last serious relationship had ended nine months before when her lover became fed up with her many sudden disappearances and canceled meetings. In that light, the last four weeks seemed like a dream and hopefully the start of a promising future.
Drying herself in front of the steam covered mirror, Barbara took a few moments to take stock of her body. She examined the tiny mound of red hair between her legs that she had so carefully trimmed before getting in the shower. If things worked out this evening the way she planned, Ed would also have ample opportunity to appreciate her handiwork.
Her attention then shifted to her upper body, specifically her soft firm breasts. While not particularly large, they were enough to draw attention and in near perfect proportion to the rest of her. She played with the pert nipples for a few moments, smiling as they sprang to life. They had always been quite sensitive, and given her current state of arousal, it took only a soft touch to bring them to life.
A tingling between her legs reminded Barbara of how long it had been since she'd enjoyed the press of a man against her. She had done what she could in the interim, but there was only so much gratification that could be found with her fingers or the small, battery powered vibrator she kept in her night stand. In fact, neither of those options had provided her with a suitable orgasm of late, even though it seemed lately like even the simplest touch sent her hormones raging.
Many people still tended to think of her as the skinny little girl with her nose buried in books that she had been when she'd graduated from high school. The conservative wardrobe she wore as the Deputy Chief of Research for the Gotham City Library helped maintain that assumption. What few ever saw was that, from the day she first went away to college, Barbara had spent as much time in the gym as the classroom, in addition to taking outside classes in various forms of self-defense. All of which left her with a lithe, athletic form -- one which, unhappily, Ed had as of yet only had the most limited opportunity to sample.
Barbara's thoughts drifted back to the limo ride home from the Gotham Blades hockey game earlier in the week, the memory sending a warm flush through her. Ed had a passion for hockey second only to politics and during the special exhibition game, Barbara had watched as the normally reserved Councilman jumped and shouted like a school boy. An enthusiasm that she had hoped to direct in another direction before the night was over.
A few kisses had quickly led to more amorous actions and it wasn't long before Ed had his hand under the top of Barbara's dress, its palm firmly pressed against her breast. The publicly demure librarian. in turn, found herself as horny as a high school girl, slipping her own hand down her escort's pants, there to run her fingers against the hardness of his cock. She had just drawn down his zipper with the intention of taking him in her mouth when their tryst was interrupted by the loud chimes of his cell phone.
In what was almost a reflex action, Ed's attention abruptly turned to answering the call, and after a few seconds of listening and grunting acknowledgements, he said that he would be there as quickly as he could. Barbara didn't need to hear more to know that their night was over, but she listened sympathetically as he explained that a water main had broken in his district, flooding the basements of a dozen buildings.
Smiling at herself in the mirror, Barbara was determined that tonight would have a much more satisfying outcome, and it wouldn't be in the back of a limousine, no matter how plush. With her agreement, Ed had reserved a room for them at the Carlton Arms, only a few blocks from where the event was being held. There they would have a late midnight dinner, after which she planned to be the dessert.
"Babs," the naked woman said to her reflection in a mirthful tone, "tonight you are definitely getting laid."
Once back in her bedroom, Barbara carefully laid out the gown she'd borrowed for the evening from one of her closest and oldest friends, Sara Lynn Collins. A stunning emerald evening dress, it was far more than she could ever have afforded on a librarian's salary. The outfit was rather daring, and Barbara was not as well-endowed as its owner. Still, she would make the most of what she had, especially after Sara had it altered so as to better accentuate the redhead's assets. Barbara had protested at first, but Sara had insisted. After all, she'd said, it wasn't like she was going to wear it a second time. So, if Barbara didn't take it, it was going to wind up going to Goodwill.
The thought of the designer original hanging in the window of a second hand shop made Barbara laugh. Sara definitely would've done it too; she had a sometimes warped sense of humor. That was one of the reasons the two of them had been friends for so many years. A friendship which had survived the tsunami that had swept through her social set when the shipping heiress had announced at high school graduation that she preferred women to men.
Many of her so-called friends had distanced themselves after her revelation, but Barbara hadn't been one of them, causing for a time a rumor that the mousy library science major had her own lesbian attraction to the knockout blonde. In truth, though, she just didn't see any reason to lose a good friend simply because of who she was attracted to. Mentally, Barbara reminded herself to write Sara a thank you note tomorrow, letting her know how the night turned out.
Laid out next to the audacious green gown was a set of the sexiest bra and panties that Barbara could find. They'd been expensive as hell, but still within her means. The bra, what little there was of it, would be near invisible beneath her dress, the real benefit of it being when the dress came off. The same held true for panties that would barely cover her tightly trimmed mound.
