Gotham is a big scary dark city. Barbra grew up here. She is a bright girl, quite small and agile, with a mind and body that match. School come easy for her, as most things did. Still, she was poor. On her Father’s salary, she could not complain. Not even the Police Commissioner makes that much in Gotham, partly to keep the cops looking for bribes and hand outs. Everything in that city seemed geared toward corruption, but her Father was not corrupt.
But she was. Her Father worked within the system, within the law. Barbra's friends did not. She trained ands studied for years and at 17, she set out to shadow the Batman. A year later, she was 'full partners" in on the whole secret. The next year, she went off on her own again, with support, to best use her own ways.
The lights went out, and the backup batteries must have failed. He stopped rolling his joint, stood up and grabbed his piece. With a languid step he stumbled into the kitchen. Lazily he hit the switch to the back up fuel cells. It would take 7 minutes to reach capacity, so he grabbed his flashlight and his gun and walked breathless into the livening room.
Someone was in his apartment. It was a small two bedroom that reeked of marijuana. That was likely because he grew for some local hot shit dealer. Being that it was quite a crime he was committing, he didn't call the cops, or set of any alarm. He cocked his gun silently, then turned around quickly and pointed it.
He pointed at a sight that took him by surprise. It was a girl; she could not be in her late teens! She was tiny, standing not to his shoulders, and that was in her high, yellow platform boots!!
And she was dressed up as a bat! A blackish blue leather hood covered most of her face, showing her fiercely green eyes and long red hair. The leather grew darker as it covered her neck and shoulders and drew back into an odd, vaguely wing shaped cape.
She had a nice set of tits, small but lifted with a custom fit that Fredrick’s of Hollywood could not match. She had a bright yellow bat on her chest, and wore yellow, leather platform boot, calf high. She also had some sort of utility belt, snuggling up to her exposed belly button. Her midriff was bare, but darkened with make up.
As he pointed his gun and stared, she smiled waved at him. It was so cute! He stared puzzled at this little girl standing there wearing some Halloween costume, or bizarre stripper wear. Henry wasn't sure. But he was smart and not prone to taking chances. He kept his gun pointed at her chest as he walked confidently across the room.
As he got closer he noticed quite a bit more flesh was exposed than he thought. Her breasts were held, but her nipples, painted black, rose proudly in the chill air of the Gotham evening. And under her belt, nothing! The tight leather legging split mid thigh and left several slightly inches of flesh exposed, but darkened with make up once again. Only the patch right around her shaved pussy was left completely bare.
Henry might have dropped his gun then and there, had he not been a professional. He stood his ground, asking now "Who the fuck are you? You a stripper? Who sent ya?"
But the young lady (closer now he could tell she was no little girl) simply stared at him with those green eyes and waved, beckoning him with her gloved fingers. Both hands were covered to the elbow in tight, smooth yellow leather gloves. Clearly neither held a gun, or a knife (or heck a batarang, he chuckled to himself) so he got close and put the gun up to her little head.
The moment the gun came to her head she became a blur of motion. Her hands were on his wrist, clamping with grip that stunned him and pulling the gun in away and out, pointing at the wall now. Then a sharp pain erupted in his side as her knee drove into his thigh, then his ribs. His body bucked and as he fell his wrist popped jarringly, spraining it.
He howled in pain as the Batgirl walked over turned on her bat-stereo, non chalet picking up his gun and disabling it. The bass thumped and coved his curses as she walked over his body and sat down next to him. "Awwww did I break it?" she mocked. "I'll break you little bitch!" He lunged!
She dodged him easily, playfully and hit him hard in the back to show him why that wasn't going to work.
"Histrionics hurt here Henry." she smiled, her lips inches from his eyes. What he could see of her face excited him. Her skin was smooth and radiant, around her dark red lips it was pure white, and just where her mask dipped over her cheek he could see some light freckling. The mask was leather and showed her eyes. She pierced him with those stunning green jungle eyes. They were the eyes of a hunter who had caught her prize.
""So, what do you want? You gonna arrest me?"
She stood up to laugh, turning down the stereo a bit now. It drove out a lot of sound, deep bass and background voices now. "Arrest you? Bats don't arrest silly man."
"So, you want something?"
"I want to know who buys all this from you. I've watched you for a while now and your not a street seller yourself, who buys in this amount? Is it Mr. Hot Shit?"
