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 2: Who Am I?
Sunday, 2:24 am
Brrring, brrring! Brrring, brrring!
The beautiful red-haired girl groaned and rolled over in her bed. "Who the hell is calling me at this unearthly hour?" she muttered, blinking her eyes and focusing on the bedside alarm clock. The time was 2:25 am, and she'd only gotten to bed a half-hour earlier. She sat up, the sheet falling away to reveal that she was naked, at least from the waist up. She had a gorgeous figure, with superbly shaped, round breasts, with large, well-formed areolas, thanks in part, to the wonders of cosmetic surgery.
She reached for the telephone on the bedside table. "Hello?" she said, a little abruptly.
"Barbara, it's Robin!"
"Robin?" Barbara Gordon felt a sudden thrill of apprehension. Something was wrong! She pulled the sheet aside and sat up straight on the edge of the bed, thus proving, conclusively, that she slept in the raw. "What's happened?"
"It's Jen, Barbara! She's... She's been shot, during an armed robbery!"
"WHAT?" Barbara's big green eyes opened wide and she clutched at her breast. "Is... Is she all right?" she gasped. "Tell me!"
"I-I think she's going to be okay, Barbara! She's currently in the Gotham City General! That's where I'm phoning you from."
Barbara jumped to her feet, her shapely naked breasts bouncing against her ribcage. "I'm on my way, Boy Wonder! Which ward is Jenny in?" she yelled into the receiver, while peering around, looking for her discarded panties.
"Hold your horses, Barbara! She's still unconscious and there's no way she's going to be allowed any visitors yet! I'll phone you later, when I know more!"
Barbara sat back down, heavily, on the bed, her face a picture of misery. Suddenly she straightened up and threw back her shoulders. "Look Dick, I'm damned if I'm going to sit around here, waiting for the telephone to ring!" she snapped, angrily. "Jen is my best friend, after all! I'll see you in the waiting area, as soon as I can get over there!" City General was only about a 30 minute drive away from her apartment.
"Okay, Barbara! I'm really, really sorry about this! I tried to warn..."
"Yeah, sure! Must go!" Barbara cut him off, abruptly. She slammed down the receiver, and scrambled around, grabbing the first street clothes that came to hand. "No time for make-up or that elusive underwear!" she muttered, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to flood out. She pulled on her street clothes, then grabbed the keys to her BMW, and headed for the underground parking lot.
Sunday, 2:37 am
Police Commissioner Jim Gordon replaced the telephone on its cradle and stared into space, ashen-faced.
"Anything wrong, Commissioner?" enquired the uniformed officer standing beside his desk, in a distinctly Irish brogue. Normally, neither policeman would be on duty at this time of the morning, but there had been an attempted major jewel robbery, a little earlier in the evening, that had brought them both back in. You didn't become a cop, if you wanted to work regular hours!
"What?" The Commissioner of Police blinked, and then looked up at his second in command. "It... It was bad news, Chief! My daughter's friend, Jennifer Goodbody, the cute blonde, has just been admitted to hospital, suffering from a gunshot wound to the head! That was the Boy Wonder on the phone! He's already over there!"
"Begorra! Is the poor lass going to be alright, Jim?" gasped O'Hara, the concern in his voice, apparent.
"The gunshot wound is fairly superficial, thank the Lord, but Jennifer is suffering from a mild concussion! She's such a sweet, good-natured girl, Chief! She's about the last person you'd think would ever become a victim of violent crime!" He sighed, getting to his feet. "Barbara must be feeling awful, the poor child? I must get over there, right away, Chief! Can I leave you to keep the lid on things here, while I'm away?"
"To be sure! Get on yer way, Commissioner! I'll ensure that the wheels of justice remain well oiled!" replied his second in command, giving his superior a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.
The grey-haired policeman stepped from behind his desk and headed for the office door. "Thanks, Chief! I knew I could rely on you, old friend!"
Sunday, 3:02 am
Jim Gordon strode through the double doors of the Emergency Room, briefly peered around, then hurried over to the front desk, waving his police badge, a little pompously, at the pretty, uniformed nurse who was on night duty. "Commissioner James Gordon, GCPD!" he snapped. "I believe you have recently admitted a young woman suffering from a gunshot wound?"
Completely, unfazed, the nurse, who's name was 'Sue', according to a name badge pinned to her uniform front, calmly flicked through the admissions book in front of her, even though she knew who he was talking about. "That IS correct, Commissioner; a Ms Jennifer Goodbody! She was admitted at..."
"I'm a close friend of Ms. Goodbody! May I see the young lady, please?"
The nurse's eyebrows shot up. "Well, she IS still pretty groggy, Commis..."
"Jim?" Her words were cut short by a shout, as Robin hurried over to the counter.
"Boy Wonder? Thank goodness you're still here!" the grey-haired policeman gasped. "How is Jennifer?"
"They wouldn't let me see her, Commissioner, but I understand that the young lady has had a very lucky escape? The bullet merely grazed her forehead, apparently!"
"That IS good news!"
Suddenly, the Commissioner saw his daughter, barge through the outer doors, over the Boy Wonder's shoulder, looking tired, haggard and very distraught. "Barbara, I'm so sorry, dear! You must be feeling terrible?" he greeted, grabbing her hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze.