This is the fourth in my ongoing series of Batgirl stories, in which I try to explore the developing sexuality of her everyday counterpart, Barbara Gordon and her relationship with those around her, hopefully with a dash of excitement thrown in, for good measure. Grateful thanks to all those readers who have sent me feedback containing their suggestions and opinions. The storyline continues on from that of 'Batgirl Enhanced'.
Warning! This fictional story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers, and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 1: Night Patrol
Sunday, 12:03 am
It was shortly after midnight in Gotham City. The two pretty teenaged girls were romping about on the bed, dressed in just their bras and panties, smiling and laughing, soundlessly. They were both aged about seventeen or eighteen, with figures that were both slim and shapely. They rolled about, in a mass of tangled arms and legs, until the brunette finally gained the upper hand, and squatted astride her supine blonde companion, pressing her hands back against the pillow, above her head. All of a sudden, her laughing face appeared to grow serious, and she leant forward and gently kissed her companion, full on the lips.
As she drew back, panting, the observer could see the wide-eyed look of shock on the blonde's face, and he saw her lips move, as she spoke. Her friend said something in reply, then lent forward and kissed her again. This time, the blonde raised up her face and returned the kiss. This quickly became a passionate clinch, as all their remaining inhibitions were caste aside. When they finally parted again, the two teens eagerly stripped off their scanty underwear, and then began kissing and caressing one another again.
The watcher refocused his infra-red binoculars, catching an occasional glimpse of glistening pinkness through their curly-haired pubic bushes. He groaned in frustration, rubbing the fingers of his free hand against the prominent bulge in the front of his red briefs, momentarily losing sight of the all-girl action.
He refocused on the illuminated bedroom window of the top story apartment, part of the complex opposite his current lofty, rooftop position and gasped aloud, as he saw that the two naked females had assumed the soixante-neuf position, preparing to eat each other out...
Suddenly, a hand clamped down on his shoulder, and the Boy Wonder almost jumped out of his skin, dropping his Bat-binoculars in the process. Luckily, they swung from the strap about his neck, rather than smashed against the concrete, and remained undamaged.
"Anything worth looking at, Robin?" enquired a low, ultra sexy, female voice. The voice's 5-feet 8-inch tall owner, was clad in an all-black costume, consisting of a Kevlar reinforced, black Latex catsuit; tight fitting, calf-length boots; short cape; and a cowl covering much of her head. Two pointed bat-like ears, thrust up from the sides of the cowl, incorporating electronic sound sensors that gave her hearing almost as sensitive as the creature she was named after. For this was indeed, the Batgirl, or so it appeared?
Robin blushed behind his mask. "N-No, all quiet in this part of the city, Spar..., er, Batgirl!" he replied, in a hushed whisper. The colorful masked vigilante was embarrassed that he had failed to hear the approach of his crime-busting partner for the night, but then his costume did not include an electronically enhanced hearing aid, unlike that of his companion. Robin did not normally go out on vigilante patrol with The Batgirl, but Bruce Wayne aka The Batman, his usual nighttime partner, was currently attending a high-powered business convention in Metropolis.
Batgirl's head suddenly rose up, as she listened on the night air. Her enhanced hearing had picked up something.
"Oh, yes, yes, yesss! Lick my cunt! Aaaaaaghh!" came a faint, obviously female cry.
The Dark Angel's eyes narrowed and turned in the direction of the sound, and she spotted the brightly lit bedroom window, in the apartment block opposite. Two tiny, naked figures could just be made out on a bed, through the curtain-less picture window. Like many occupants of high-rise dwellings, the occupants had wrongly assumed that their privacy was automatically guaranteed. Wrong!
Jennifer smiled to herself, smugly. "C'mon Peeping Tom," she growled, nudging her companion with a shapely Kevlar-covered hip. "There's nothing of importance that requires our attention around here. Time to move on! Let's get back to the Batmobile!"
"Oh, um, ah, sure, Batgirl!" the Boy Wonder replied, holding the Bat-binoculars in one gloved hand, while trying to hide the bulge in his Robin-briefs from Jennifer's highly amused gaze.
The two Caped Crusaders lopped across the flat rooftop, toward the metal fire escape. "See you down below!" Batgirl cried, clipping a Karabiner to the metal support rail, then leaping into space, trailing the attached nylon cord behind her.
-oOo-
Jennifer Goodbody, aka Sparrow, had become a semi-regular member of Gotham's costumed crime-fighting crew, over the last few months, and normally wore a specific costume of her own, but tonight she was wearing the outfit of that other sexy Gotham heroine, Batgirl. Barbara Gordon, aka Batgirl, had recently suffered a traumatic experience at the hands of that evil feline, The Catwoman, and her best friend (and secret lover), Jenny, had volunteered to stand in for her on her vigilante patrols, while she was recovering from her ordeal.
The Boy Wonder had readily agreed to Jenny's involvement, despite Batman's initial dissent. He had a soft spot for Sparrow, and had almost plucked up enough courage to ask her out on a date, on more than one occasion... almost, but not quite!
Barbara had just returned to her mundane daytime job at the Gotham City Central Library, where she was the Assistant Head Librarian. Jennifer also worked at the library, as Barbara's research assistant and general factotum, and it had been Jenny who'd suggested that she temporarily assume the roll of Barbara's alter ego, while Barbara expunged any remnants of the strange mental spell that the Feline Femme Fatale had somehow cast over her. Barbara had reluctantly agreed, provided that her friend got the agreement of the Caped Crusaders.
Sunday, 12:35 am
The Batmobile was cruising along through the heart of the Gotham City financial district, with the Boy Wonder at the wheel, when the Bat-phone started to ring.
Brrring, brrring! Brrring...
Jenny picked it up. "Yes Commissioner?"
"Batgirl? I was expecting the Caped Crusader?" exclaimed the surprised voice of James Gordon, Commissioner of Police and the doting father of the real Batgirl (not that he was aware of his daughter's superheroine persona!).
"Batman is unavailable to take your call at the moment, Commissioner. Will Robin and I do?"
"Of course, Dark Damsel! I'm calling from home. I have just been informed that the silent security alarm has gone off in Harry Rhinestone's!"
"The world famous jewelry store?"
"Yes!"
"We're less than a minute away from there. Leave it to us, Commissioner, and we'll check it out!"
As Jennifer put down the phone, she glanced over at Robin. "Did you catch all that, Boy Wonder?" she enquired.
"Uh, huh!" Robin's foot was already hard down on the gas pedal of the custom built automobile. The Batmobile shot through a red light and took a sharp left at the next intersection, with a white knuckled Sparrow grimly hanging on to the dashboard. Rhinestone's was a couple of hundred yards ahead, on their right.
A large 4WD Grand Cherokee had been rammed through one of the large display windows and, as the Batmobile screeched to a halt, tires smoking, three hoodlums wearing ski masks, ran out of the store past the Chrysler, each carrying bulging bags of stolen jewelry.
"It's the Batman!" yelled the nearest one, a giant of a man, as the two intrepid crime-busters vaulted out of the Batmobile and ran toward the thieves. He dropped his loot and started to pull a pistol from his belt, just as Batgirl leapt in the air and executed a perfect two-footed drop kick to his chest, sending him tumbling to the ground, with a loud cry of surprise and anguish.
Meanwhile, the Boy Wonder had tackled the second robber, having already disarmed him with a well-placed Batarang. As the hoodlum bent over to retrieve his firearm from the street, Robin's knee came up to catch the criminal right on the point of his jaw. His eyes went glassy and, with a moan of pain, the hoodlum collapsed to the floor, unconscious.
Robin spun about, just in time to see the third hoodlum, who must have been nearly six-feet tall, grab the Dark Damsel from behind, in a crushing bear hug, pinning both her arms to her sides. "Batgirl, watch out!" he cried, a moment too late.
The muscle-bound hoodlum, hauled the curvaceous crime-fighter off her feet, and started to crush the heroine in a vise-like grip, while she desperately tried to squirm free. She managed to free one arm and slammed her elbow back into his gut. Even as the breath wheezed out of his lungs and his hold slackened, she half twisted, grabbed his head and threw him over her right hip.
