Note- I do not own the rights to Batman and associated characters, this is my own unofficial tribute to those same. Loosely based on the 1960's tv version and animated series. Dedicated as always to Adam and Yvonne, may they rest in peace.
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Tonight's episode- Batman acquires a double, and Batgirl senses trouble- in colour!
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Night falls over Gotham City as it inevitably must, and with it comes shadowy figures representing both good and evil.
Barbara Gordon had donned her Batgirl costume a year ago this very evening, and there could not be a prouder girl in Gotham City. As she finished up her warm up routine in the bedroom of her private townhouse in the trendy area of Park Ridge she opened the secret closet. The brown haired beauty stripped off completely and gave a lingering look at her reflection in the full length mirror and was pleased at what she saw.
"You still got it girl."
Five three in her bare feet the attractive twenty four year old turned this way and that and nodded with approval at her athletic figure. Firm perky breasts, supple arched back and tight belly and bottom. She moved to the closet and took her sparkly purple costume and donned it with pride. Tailored by her own fair hands she wriggled into the stretchy spandex full body suit and hitched it up high on her well turned out hips and straight elegant legs. Around her tiny waist she secured the yellow utility belt which contained vital tools. The yellow bat emblem on her front blossomed out over her shapely bosom as she inhaled and exhaled.
"Still a perfect fit Charlie."
The parrot in the cage twittered happily in response to her voice as she tied the cape around her neck and slipped on her elbow length gloves with the bat wings. Finally she pulled on her purple ankle boots and took another look in the mirror, hands on her hips. She held the cowl in her hand and pulled it over her bouffant, back combed hair and adjusted it to her full satisfaction. With the flowing red coloured hair piece she hoped her true identity was hidden.
Once she had checked the outside alley she took the servicer elevator three stories down to the hidden garage and revved up her Yamaha motorcycle and headed out into the Gotham night. Summer had arrived and the air was hot and humid, just the kind of night the low lives and villains of this fair city enjoyed.
"I think I'll head out east first," she decided as she hurried through the labyrinth of deserted streets.
After a routine half hour of her street patrol Batgirl slowed up alongside a store doorway, thinking she had seen an unusual shadow. She dismounted her cycle and made her way over, trying to make out the shape in the inky darkness of night. Suddenly she yelped at a slight stinging in her right buttock and saw a tiny feathered dart sticking out. Her head swirled around and in an instant she crumpled to the street unconscious.
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"Whooo, hoo, hoo, hoo. Hah, hah, hah, hah!"
Batgirl could not fail to recognise the maniacal laugh that came from the Clown Prince of Crime, the Joker. White skinned, green haired and purple suited, he loomed over the Domino Daredoll. Not long before, the sinister villain had taken immense joy in stripping the female crime fighter as his henchmen, Mister Latch and Mister Bolt looked on.
"Nice body."
First he had unclasped her cape followed by her utility belt. Chuckling quietly he unzipped her spandex costume from behind and pulled it down to her midsection, revealing her splendid tits. Batgirl lay unmoving as her purple outfit was peeled down her hips and legs until Joker finally removed it completely. He was surprised and thrilled to see the young heroine shunned wearing underwear, and she was now naked as the day she was born.
"Tie her up boys and we'll have us some fun."
Batgirl had awoken and blinked several times as her eyes became accustomed to the light in the nondescript square room. Apart from her cowl, gloves and boots she had been stripped of her costume and quite ruthlessly trussed. Thin white rope entwined her delectable naked body as she laid on the hard floor, her hands tied at the wrists behind her and fettered to her ankles. Her left ankle boot laid across her right knee, and her right leg came up to her backside where it trapped her left boot. One further length of rope went around her waist, down her front and between her upper legs where it linked to her wrists.
"You fiend! Why am I naked! And let me out of these ridiculous bonds!"
Batgirl struggled and wriggled but quite suddenly ceased her efforts. She looked up at the grinning felonious funny man and frowned. Was he aware? Did he do this deliberately? It seemed that the merest wrangling on her part made the front stretch of rope tighten between her thighs and rub her sensitive area of her body. Her vagina no less!
"Something amiss? Here, allow me. Ho ho."
The Joker pulled on her bound wrists and she yelped as the rope stretched and split her pussy lips asunder.
"Holy ripcord! That's tight!"
Batgirl grimaced and closed her eyes shut as the rope dragged against her most private region with the inevitable result of the young woman experiencing an astute mix of pain and pleasure. Joker gave two more tugs on the tormenting rope between her helplessly secured legs and it ran back and forth in a mischievous manner. The titian haired beauty jolted and moaned as she curled up in a foetal position.
"You won't get away with this you horrid creature! Oooh!"
Joker admired her spirit as he gazed at her puffy tipped breasts with the large areolas that resembled brown cups and the equally arousing sight of her writhing buttocks. The section of rope against her curly haired muff had become slightly darker as her love juices began to seep out from within. Unable to disguise her humiliation of her excitement Batgirl refrained from struggling.
"Excellent, you appear to be quite aroused my lovely. Now for the next part of my plan."
Latch and Bolt undid her rope binds and took her by the elbows to another part of the room where she was placed on her back on a flat table about four feet square. Bolt grabbed her by the wrists and handcuffed them together above her head as Latch pulled her lithe legs down the centre of the table to the edge where they dangled over the end at the knees.
