This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues on from 'The Price of Silence' and once more includes the character of Jennifer Goodbody AKA Sparrow, as well as Selina Kyle AKA Catwoman (did I really need to say that?).
In recent times, there seems to have been a huge upsurge in the use of cosmetic surgery and other medical techniques, to enhance the physical attributes that nature has bestowed upon us. Why should Batgirl be immune from such temptations?
Enjoy!
Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 5: Batgirl's Initiation
Saturday, 9:30 am
Batman stepped off the metal fire escape, onto the flat roof of Police Headquarters, closely followed by the Boy Wonder.
"What are we looking for, Batman?" enquired the youthful vigilante.
"Possible clues, old chum! Anything that might be associated with Barbara's mysterious disappearance," the Caped Crusader replied, peering around the flat rooftop. There was ample evidence of the fine layer of dust having been recently disturbed. He dropped to one knee and examined the various scuff marks and footprints. "It looks to me as if there's been some sort of recent scuffle, involving several people!" he added, with a frown.
They split up, to go over the entire rooftop with a fine toothcomb.
"Hey, look at this!" Robin called out, less than a minute later.
Batman rounded the bulky base of the searchlight, to see the Boy Wonder squatting down, peering at the smashed padlock of the control box, while the open door swung slightly in the breeze, its rusty hinges squeaking.
"Hmm? This explains how they managed to switch the Bat-signal on and off, but not why?" Batman muttered. He took out his fingerprint kit from a compartment on his utility belt and quickly dusted the metal door and padlock for prints, but there were none. "Whoever broke in here, took the precaution of wearing gloves, so they wouldn't leave any prints," he murmured, with a worried frown. It didn't suggest that the culprits might have been a gang of juveniles, trespassing on the rooftop.
They continued to search around the base of the searchlight. Suddenly, Batman spotted something partially poking out from under the girderwork that comprised much of the heavy searchlight's support cradle. He bent down and retrieved the object, with a grim look on his face. "I've found something, Robin," he announced, quietly, as he stared at one of Batgirl's Batarangs. He knew it belonged to the Dark Damsel, because it was slightly smaller than the version used by himself and Robin.
Robin stared at the device, and let out a long, low whistle. "Holy Bat-clue!" he gasped. "That's one of Batgirl's! So, Barbara must have been here!"
"It appears so, Boy Wonder! I would suggest this whole Bat-signal set-up, was staged purely for Batgirl's benefit, so some dastardly swine could ensnare the Dark Damsel!" A piece of grubby cloth blew across the roof and he quickly stooped to gather it up in one gloved fist. He raised it to his nose and sniffed. A familiar faint smell still emanated from it. "Chloroform!" he growled, ominously.
Saturday, 9:32 am
"Aaahhhhhh! Oooooohhh! Unnnnngghh!" Batgirl groaned, as she started to return to consciousness, twisting her head from side to side, and immediately wishing that she hadn't, as it set off a pounding headache. She appeared to be lying on something hard, flat and cold, with her arms stretched back, painfully, behind her head. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she found herself staring up at a dimly lit, tiled ceiling, some fifteen feet above her head. She tried to move her arms into a more comfortable position, only to discover that her wrists were tied into position, preventing her from doing so. She started to squirm, weakly, quickly discovering that her ankles were similarly tied down.
"Unngghh!" With a thrill of fear, she realized that she was completely naked, and stretched out, spread-eagled, on some sort of flat-topped, sandstone altar. She craned her neck, and discovered that her widespread wrists and ankles were tied to large metal ringbolts, embedded in the four corners of the block of stone she lay stretched out on. Her shoulders scraped, painfully, against the rough quartz surface, as she realized that her back was painfully arched upward. Some sort of cushion had been jammed beneath her ass-cheeks, raising her hips up from the flat surface of the large stone block. She peered through her impressive cleavage and saw her naked pudenda raised up, as if it were being offered to the cat statue that loomed beyond, an Earthly representation of some ancient Egyptian goddess.
Batgirl squirmed her hips, while tugging at the bonds about her wrists, as the memories of her rooftop capture came flooding back. "Catwoman!" she gasped, under her breath. "But why was the feline temptress almost naked?" she wondered. There had been no sign of her trademark catsuit or Cat-mask, just a short red loincloth and some sandals! Batgirl's eyes opened wide, and then she relaxed, slightly, as she realized that her own Bat-cowl was still firmly in place about her head. "At least I still have my anonymity, if not my virginity," she thought, with a slightly hysterical giggle.
She turned her head to one side and gave a gasp of surprise. Sitting, cross-legged on a large ornate and tasseled cushion, was the woman who she knew as The Catwoman, staring at her intently. Selina Kyle was still wearing the garish black Ancient Egyptian make-up around her eyes, that gave her the look of a cat, but very little else.
"I see you are awake at last, Batgirl!" she intoned, with a humorless smile.
