Note- Inspired by the iconic tv series from the sixties, this is my alternate version of the three episode story 'Londinium Larcenies.' Batman and Batgirl are owned by DC comics and Warner Bros, this is just for fun and no monetary gain.
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In the great metropolis of Londinium, mighty Capital of the Old World, there were some strange goings on in the Queen's private museum at Chuckingham Palace.
Lord Marmaduke Ffogg of Ffoggshire and his sister Lady Penelope Peasoup were in the process of purloining Her Majesty's priceless snuffboxes.
With his special tobacco pipe they covered their tracks with his own man made fog that poured from the pipe in thick clouds of green.
The fiendish British duo laughed heartily as they made their escape loaded with the loot.
Across the Atlantic Ocean in the Gotham City office of Commissioner Gordon, the silver haired sexagenarian hung up from a short conversation with none other than the President himself who had enquired about Batman being free to handle the thefts in England.
Gordon had suggested himself as an aid as he was sailing there for an International Police Commissioner's Conference that very week.
At that moment the stylish figure of Barbara Gordon entered the office and sat at the desk opposite her father.
She removed her mustard coloured head scarf to reveal her bouffant of brown hair and undid the buttons of her matching short coat.
After a hard day at the library where she had been employed since 1967 she slumped exhausted in the seat and looked into the lined face of her father.
James Gordon looked up and spread his hands.
"There have been a series of unexplained robberies in Londinium from which all the thieves have escaped in a man mad fog, even Her Majesty has been a victim losing her entire collection of rare snuff boxes.
I just spoke to the President himself and I tried to persuade him I could handle the matter.
Just as I've tried to persuade you to take your vacation in Londinium with me."
Barbara took off her white gloves and smiled.
"Two weeks in thick fog? No thank you daddy."
"Oh well, maybe Batman will be easier to convince." He gazed at her from the corner of his eye as he spoke.
Barbara sat up in her chair all ears and blurted out excitedly.
"Batman!"
"Yes my dear, the President has been contacted by Venerable Ireland Yard who want the Caped Crusader to look into the strange situation."
The young besotted brunette leapt up and clapped her hands in glee.
This might be a chance to get close to her hero whom she adored from afar and had been the inspiration for her to take on the mantle of Batgirl.
"I think two weeks in Londinium would be delightful daddy, I'm in."
Barbara turned on her heels in haste and left in order to pack for the trip and Gordon stepped over to the red Bat Phone.
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Next evening on a crystal clear Gotham night aboard a luxury liner Barbara Gordon and her father bade farewell to the people on the dock as they were joined by millionaire
playboy Bruce Wayne and his ward Dick Grayson.
Apparently on his way on personal business involving his Foundation.
Barbara had run into him on various functions in Gotham and of course had played an integral part in saving him from the deadly hands of 'The Siren' recently.
At that precise moment in Londinium in the home of aristocrat Lady Easterland, her precious jewelled Easter eggs were being stolen by Lord Ffogg and his sister before once more making a getaway under cover of his pea soup created by his pipe of fog.
Three days at sea and the voyage was over and Barbara and her father quickly attended the offices of Ireland Yard, headquarters of the Metropolitan Police.
There was no time to waste.
Superintendent Watson welcomed them with open arms, glad of some assistance in the unsolved robberies.
As the three of them exchanged pleasantries Batman and Robin bounced into the office.
"Ah Batman, and Robin the Boy Wonder, allow me to introduce Superintendent Watson." Gordon stood straight backed and proud as he spoke.
"Tis a pleasure to meet you." The old boy greeted them with strong handshakes.
"No Sir, the pleasure is all ours." Answered the cowled crime fighter.
"And this pretty young lady is my daughter Barbara."
The twenty four year old stood in awe as she gazed at the two costumed men.
Stood in a corner of the office in a red sleeveless mini dress with high rounded collar her heart skipped a beat and her green eyes widened as she took in the impressive physique of the caped six footer.
Her right thigh rubbed against her left as she nervously smiled and locked eyes with her hero and she thought for a moment her pussy rewarded her with a mini orgasm.
She felt her cheeks redden as her eye line ran from his wide shoulders to the thick biceps.
The grey jumpsuit was tight fitting and his well developed thighs strained at the material.
His eight pack was clearly visible and a V of sheer muscle above his groin stood out under the yellow utility belt which sat atop the briefest of navy trunks that housed what looked to be a blackjack that ran down the left side.
"Charmed to make your acquaintance I'm sure." Batman spoke in a warm low voice that made Barbara slightly giddy. His dark brooding eyes leered out of the navy cowl above a strong jaw.
"I've heard so much about you Batman, when did you arrive in Londinium? We didn't see you on our liner."
"Its a large ship.
Well down to business, you say that every robbery takes place under cover of a thick fog?"
Watson nodded, the ruddy faced Englishman in his tweed suit twirled his handlebar moustache.
"Fog. Fogbound, foghorn..." Batman became lost in deep thought.
"Aftergrass!" Said Robin as he pounded his gloved fist with his other.
He looked around at Barbara Gordon, completely oblivious to her alter ego Batgirl, despite the fact he had fucked her brains out not too long ago.
The sexy brunette looked back at him and took in his lean and toned frame and recalled his sexual prowess and stole a quick glance at his package in his tight briefs.
"Aftergrass?" Commissioner Gordon appeared lost.
"Yes, aftergrass, its a type of lawn sometimes known as fog." Batman helped him out.
"That's right, we have the finest fog in the world and the best in the country can be found at Ffogg Place, the famous estate of Lord Marmaduke Ffogg."
"Interesting." Batman turned to Watson. "Would it be alright if we checked out the estate Superintendent?"
"Surely you don't suspect one of our most respected aristocrats Batman?"
"No of course not, its just my friend millionaire Bruce Wayne has a magnificent aftergrass lawn and I'd like to compare the two."
Barbara raised her eyebrows.
"Have you seen Mister Wayne Batman?"
"No, he is extremely busy at his office in town."
The Superintendent stood up and huffed.
"Well I don't see any harm in a visit. The Lord and his sister Lady Peasoup run a posh finishing school there, I'll arrange things right now."
