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.
Chapter 9: A Bat & Two Birds To The Rescue
Thursday, 8:09 am
The Batmobile roared down the street and screeched to a halt, with the stench of burning rubber assailing the nostrils of the uniformed policemen. The dynamic trio leapt out and ran over to the improvised barricade of black and whites, and the unmistakable portly figure of the crouching Chief of Police, who was holding a bullhorn in his right hand.
"Begorra, Batman, thank goodness you've arrived!" he exclaimed, in his familiar thick Irish brogue.
"Good morning, Chief O'Hara!" replied the Caped Crusader, calmly. "What is the current situation?"
"We've got the Beaumont Hotel completely surrounded, but haven't tried to go in yet, as per your instructions, Batman!"
"Good work, Chief!"
"Are they aware of the police presence out here?" Jenny asked, with a worried frown behind her mask.
"I don't think so, Batgirl!" replied O'Hara, ogling the Dark Damsel's shapely figure. Her translucent, skin-tight costume, left very little to the imagination. He was, of course, unaware that the this sexy creature was anything other than the genuine article. "The night clerk, Dwight Atkins, has agreed to remain at the front desk, so as not to arouse any suspicions! Oh, this...?" he added, looking at the bullhorn and realizing why she had asked the question. "I will only use this, if the unimaginable occurs and your rescue attempt fails, and we think we have a hostage situation!"
"Good thinking, Chief!" Batman complemented, patting the shorter policeman on the shoulder. "How up to date is your intelligence?"
"We've been in constant telephone contact with Atkins, Caped Crusader! As far as he is aware, both escaped criminals and Ms Gordon, are still up in their room!"
"What's the room number?"
"We think it's room 12, on the second floor!"
"THINK?"
The Irishman looked a little embarrassed. "The room was originally booked by a hooker! Atkins now thinks she may have been The Catwoman in disguise?"
"Hmm? C'mon, Robin, we'd better go in on foot! Batgirl, you stay here! If we need any back-up, we'll call for it!" With that, the Dark Knight set off on a loping run, heading for the front entrance of the dilapidated hotel, closely followed by the more colorfully attired Boy Wonder.
"What a damned nerve!" Jenny muttered, hands on her hips and chest thrust out, her ears going red beneath her cowl. "Where's room 12 situated, relative to our position, Chief?"
"Second floor, on the near side of the building, Batgirl! It's facing that block of apartments," replied O'Hara, pointing in the general direction of the Beaumont. "Why did you...?" He turned his face back toward the Dark Angel, but she had vanished. "Now where's she gone?" he wondered, taking off his cap and scratching his thinning pate.
-oOo-
Barbara rushed into the dilapidated Victorian style apartment block, next to the Beaumont, just as the Dynamic Duo were entering the front entrance of the seedy hotel. The newer block of apartments, was a couple of levels higher than the neighboring five-story hotel, but at least it did have an elevator! She sprinted through the open door of the empty cage and hit the button for the top floor, then leant back against the wall, to recover her breath, as it rose toward her destination.
Thursday, 8:14 am
Batman slipped behind the front desk, and quietly entered the small room leading off from it, closely followed by Robin. "Mr. Atkins?" he enquired, softly.
Dwight almost fell off his chair, as he pulled his feet off the table and spun around, wide-eyed. "Batman?" he gasped, then relaxed. "Thank God you're here at last! I think they're still holed up in her room; number 12, second floor!"
The Caped Crusader nodded. "Did you notice anything unusual, when they arrived, Mr. Atkins?"
"Well, the dame was dressed in this sexy see-through purple body stocking, with just some tiny black thong panties worn underneath, and the guy she was with, was big... big and ugly! Boy, was he UGLY!"
"I meant about the victim, the redhead?"
"Oh, yeah! Well, she was wearing a long tan-colored overcoat, and the way her head was lollin' about, I figured she was either drunk as a skunk, or high on drugs?"
"So, she didn't look as if she was accompanying them, voluntarily?"
"Voluntarily? They had to support her, between them! She looked dead to the world!"
"Thank you, Mr. Atkins! Now, I suggest that, for your own safety, you now go and join the policemen, behind the barricade, up the street! Leave everything to the Boy Wonder and myself!"
Dwight nodded, wide eyed. "I, ah, I will still get the reward, won't I, Batman?" he asked, eagerly, as he stood up to leave.
Batman nodded. "I'm sure you will, providing we apprehend these dangerous criminals, Mr. Atkins! C'mon Robin!" The two masked vigilantes exited the room and headed for the staircase, across the lobby, at a fast jog.
Thursday, 8:16 am