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 relationships with those around her, hopefully with a dash of excitement thrown in, for good measure. My 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.
Adventures Of Batgirl: Amnesiac Angel
Chapter 7: Kidnapped
Thursday, 2:00 am
Catwoman peered around, checking that there was no one else in the vicinity, as they arrived at the luxury apartment block, set in one of the leafier, residential suburbs of Gotham City. Snake had deliberately parked the stolen automobile about a block away from their destination, and they had walked the rest of the way, keeping to the shadows cast by the trees, wherever possible.
Walking up to the front entrance, Selina peered at the brass wall plate, containing the names of the residents. "According to this, our Ms. Gordon lives in apartment number four, on the second floor?" Selina whispered to her highly agitated accomplice. "It should be at the rear of the building!"
Tony Lambergo peered around, nervously. "But how do we get inside the joint?" he snarled. "The front entrance has one of those latest, high tech, swipe card locks! If we try to break in, it's bound to set off a silent burglar alarm and alert the cops! In five minutes, they would be swarming all over the joint! We can't just hang around, hoping to slip in behind some returning resident, back from a night out on the town, not at this time of the night!"
Catwoman smiled at her big, ugly accomplice. "Elementary, my dear Watson! We go in by an alternative route! Follow me!"
"Huh?" Tony grunted, as she set off, at a fast loping run, heading for the rear of the building. "My name ain't Watson," he called after her, moving to catch her up.
As Snake rounded the corner of the building, he saw Catwoman standing in the middle of the service drive, looking up at a second story window, some thirty to forty feet above her. "If my calculations are correct, then that is the delectable Ms Gordon's pad, up there?" she murmured, pulling a strange looking, gun-like device from a compartment on her low-slung utility belt and aiming upward.
"What are you gonna..."
Swish! Thunk!
A quivering barbed missile had just embedded itself, deep in the upper part of the sturdy wooden windowframe, a thin nylon cable snaking back to the pneumatic device that had just launched it.
"Jeez!" Snake gasped, wide-eyed with wonder.
"I'll climb up the cable and go in through the window!" Catwoman informed him.
"That line will never take my weight!" the muscle-bound hood protested, going pale.
She grinned at the look of panic on his ugly mug. "Don't worry, Snake! Once I'm inside the apartment, I'll unlock the front entrance and leave her apartment door wide open for you! Better not use the elevator though! Try not to make too much noise, as you come up the stairwell!"
Tony nodded, mightily relieved, then watched, as the Catwoman scaled the wall, in a matter of seconds. A few moments after she reached the window, she had it open and had slipped inside, like a shifting shadow in the night. "Wow!" he exclaimed, suitably impressed. "Now that's what I call a cat-burglar!"
He hurried back to the front of the luxury apartment block, just in time to hear the entrance lock click open. "Come on up!" hissed a metallic sounding voice from the intercom grill.
Catwoman unlocked the sturdy metal outer door of the apartment, and threw back the security bolts. As the door swung inward, allowing the faint glow of the emergency lighting to filter in from the hallway, there was an unwelcome squeak from the hinges.
"Damn!" Selina muttered, almost immediately hearing sounds of movement from within the bedroom behind her. She hurried over and flattened herself against the wall, alongside the open doorway and held her breath.
"What the hell was that?" Jennifer mumbled, scratching her head and yawning, before sliding out of bed and shuffling, flat-footed, over to the door leading into the lounge. As she stepped through the open doorway, her eyes widened in alarm, as she spotted the open outer door to the apartment. "What the...?"
Some sixth sense warned her of another presence in the room. As she started to turn, a raised wooden chair crashed down onto her head, and shattered into pieces. With a low groan, Jennifer's legs buckled beneath her, and she crumpled to the floor, unconscious.
"Shit! Who the hell is this?" Selina asked herself, staring down at the blonde girl, sprawled out at her feet. "And why is she totally naked? No, not totally naked!" Catwoman corrected herself, with a quiet chortle, as she bent down and tugged the Earrings of Bastet from the girl's earlobes. "Well, well! This must be my lucky night?" She paused, listening for the sound of any movement coming from the bedroom, but all she could hear was the sound of regular breathing. "Ms Gordon, I presume?" she told herself, with a smile of satisfaction.
Just at that moment, Tony Lambergo appeared in the outer doorway and Catwoman placed a warning finger to her lips, before beckoning him inside. "Tie the blonde bitch up!" she hissed, as Snake's gaze alighted on the naked girl, lying sprawled out on the floor, and his mouth fell open. "Leave Ms Gordon to me!"
He looked up and nodded.
Catwoman took a small vial of clear liquid and a hypodermic syringe, from a small case, which she'd just removed from a compartment in her utility belt. Pushing the needle through the plastic stopper, she drew the vial's contents into the syringe. The liquid was a fast acting derivative of Rohypnol, the so-called 'date-rape' drug. She slipped into the bedroom and crept toward the bed, thumb on the plunger of the hypodermic syringe.
Just as she was leaning over her victim, Barbara's eyes fluttered open. "Wha'...? Aaiiieee!"
