Note- This is my loving tribute to the wonderful Yvonne Craig and Adam West, gone but not forgotten. Featuring Joan Collins in an alternate version of the episode 'Wail of the Siren.' This is a work of fiction for fun and no profit. Batman and Batgirl are owned by DC Comics and Warner Bros.
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Gotham City like any other large Metropolis abounds in girls of all shapes and sizes. Nurses, typists, debutantes and librarians. Such as Barbara Gordon who worked in the Gotham City Library. Daughter of the Police Commissioner James Gordon she lived in a modest townhouse near the trendy Park Ridge area. Having graduated in 1966 with a degree in history she had moved back home and taken the position at the library.
Just like everyone else who resided in the city Barbara had become infatuated by the costumed vigilante crime fighter Batman. He had taken the city by storm in his combat against the criminal and corrupt and the young 24 year old was besotted by the handsome and mysterious crime fighter. Barbara considered herself to be in her prime, in her youth she had become an accomplished ballet dancer, although she had never taken any professional interest in a career as a dancer.
The phone rang and Barbara heard her fathers voice on the line.
"Hello darling, hope you haven't forgotten our dinner tonight, are you still on?"
"Yes daddy, I look forward to it."
"Splendid, I will have the prettiest dinner guest in Gotham City by my side."
Barbara giggled.
"And I shall have the most handsome host in you! Love you, see you soon."
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Now after considerable contemplation she had decided to take the example of Batman and join him as a masked avenger herself and styled herself as Batgirl, the Domino Daredoll. This night she would make her debut as a crime fighter and would take to the streets and introduce herself to the world.
In her bedroom she approached the vanity and pressed the hidden button under it to activate a revolving door. This revealed her Bat Nook where she planned to change into her hand made costume.
"Well here I go Charlie, wish me luck."
Barbara turned to her pet Parrot who twittered in his cage in her room.
The brown haired beauty stripped out of her floral print dress and discarded her bra and panties, no sense in any underwear on the street. In her closet she retrieved the sparkly purple full body suit and poured her curvaceous figure into it. The stretchy spandex material hugged every inch of her lithe frame, from her full perky breasts to her elegant thighs and calves. Just below her twenty three inch waist she attached her yellow utility belt which rested on good turned out hips. As she inhaled deeply to zip up the back her shapely bosom rose and fell and the tiny yellow bat emblem thrust out on her chest. She marveled at how her free standing breasts stood out. Around her neck she attached the purple and yellow cape and again cursed herself for making it too short, however on reflection it looked pretty snazzy as it settled over her shoulders. Only a petite five foot three in bare feet she slipped on her purple ankle high heeled boots and pulled on her elbow length gloves with the bat wings. Finally she placed the cowl over her bouffant and adjusted it so she could see out of the two eyeholes. A long flame coloured hair hairpiece flowed out and over her cape which she hoped would give the impression she was a redhead. A quick look in the mirror gave her immense satisfaction. She turned and studied her strong supple back and ass which stuck out from her behind and smiled. Although she said so herself, the outfit really did things for her and the feel of the material on her bare flesh was exhilarating.
Hidden in the closet was a service lift that went to her secret basement three stories down and which served as a garage for her means of transport. The Batcycle. A purple coloured Yamaha Ycs1 180cc twin cylinder cycle with electric and kick start capable of speeds up to 90 miles per hour, and a bulletproof window guard to boot. She had gotten a good bargain as the odometer only had 700 miles on the clock. She thanked her late mother who had bequeathed her the necessary funds for her dream role.
She pressed another button and an iris shaped gap opened in the fake wall and she quickly clambered aboard the Yamaha. Her firm muscles flexed as she revved the motor and the outside brick wall parted to let her ride out into the ancient alley. With her heart pounding in her chest she sped off as the night drew its dark fold over the city. It was make or break time.
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The first hour passed by as Batgirl cruised around the more seedy parts of the city with nothing to report. One time she swung past a parked Police patrol car with two officers inside who both did a double take as the red headed girl cruised down the deserted street.
"Boy, that Batman could sure use a haircut!" The other nodded as he sipped his hot coffee.
Next thing Batgirl heard was a loud alarm bell which came from the Gotham Savings Bank she had just passed. At last, some action! The purple clad daredoll stopped her cycle and cautiously made her way to the front entrance and saw two dark figures in the shadows outside.
"Hold it you two, not so fast!"
Batgirl stood before them with both hands on hips, chin up and full on pout.
"Who the hell are you?" Said the taller of the two.
"Batgirl! Defender of Law, Order and Justice.
Tall man looked at his shorter partner and they both laughed. The heavy bags of stolen cash by their feet they approached her with menace.
"BAT-GIRL! That's rich! Lets get her!"
Barbara did a side shuffle and avoided the first mans lunge at her and kicked him in the groin as he missed her.
'THWACK!'
She did a forward roll and came up with a fist to the other mans throat and he fell to the street like a sack of potatoes.
'POW!'
Before he could recover she had a pair of Bat cuffs and secured his hands behind his back as he rolled around on the sidewalk in pain. The first man groaned and cupped his burning balls as Batgirl whipped out another set of cuffs, sat him up on his knees and locked him up.
"Crime never pays my good fellows, I should mend your evil ways if I were you."
She stood over them pleased with herself then turned her head as the Police car sirens wailed and she returned to her Batcycle and sped off. A quick glance at the chronometer on the dash meant she had missed her dinner engagement with her father. Damn! He would be cross with her the next time they spoke. As she made her way back to the townhouse a silhouette high up on the rooftops made her slow down and a huge bat wing shape caught her eye.
Batman! A smaller figure next to him was surely Robin, the Boy Wonder himself. Barbara wondered if they could see her, or had been aware of her debut crime bust at the Bank. Her heart flip flopped in her chest as she gazed up and then they were gone.
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After one week of her nightly sweeps of Gotham City there had been no mention of her in the daily newspaper despite her dealing with a couple of muggers, and her existence was still unknown to the public. On this night, one which she seriously considered may be her last patrol, she rode past the tall building of the Wayne Foundation and noticed a small group approach the entrance. She thought it odd at the late hour, her clock on the dash read midnight. Then she saw millionaire playboy Bruce Wayne himself with three others, one of which made her gasp. It was none other than Lorelei Circe, otherwise known as The Siren. Reports had started lately of this chanteuse with the extraordinary voice that could entrance men and make them do her bidding and decided to investigate. Retirement can wait!
