This story is the fifth in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, based on the characters in the early Batman comics and the sixties TV series, in which Barbara Gordon's relationships with all those around her, continue to develop, at the same time as the Dark Damsel manages to get herself into all sorts of tricky, sexually explosive situations. My thanks to the many readers who have taken the time to send me feedback containing their suggestions and opinions. The story follows on from 'Batgirl: Amnesiac Angel'.
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: Harvey Dent Jr.
Saturday, 9:35 pm
Barbara sat at the small table, next to her father, listening to the loud dance music being played by the eight-piece band, and watching the elegantly dressed couples swirling around on the large dance floor, immediately in front of them. It was the annual GCPD Charity Ball and, as usual, she was accompanying the Commissioner of Police, as his 'date' for the evening. It had been three days since her embarrassing incident in the abandoned warehouse and her skin had lost much of its pink hue, thankfully. Her makeup hid the rest.
Barbara was wearing a gorgeous, black, full-length, backless evening gown, that revealed plenty of bare skin, and the ravishing redhead was drawing numerous admiring glances from both the men and women present. The tight-fitting dress had a tastefully low-cut bodice, with lightly wired cups and spaghetti shoulder straps, to accentuate her shapely figure to stunning effect. The long skirt was split up to mid-thigh on her left leg, revealing frequent glimpses of sheer dark hose and stiletto-heeled pumps. Matching fingerless gloves reached all the way up to her neatly-shaved armpits, with an elasticized band looped between her first and second fingers, to stop them riding up.
Barbara picked up her spritzer and took a lady-like sip from the white wine and lemonade concoction, while she glanced around the dance hall, with a bored expression on her lovely face. Her father insisted on dragging her to these Department bashes every year. The hall was mostly filled with older folk, male police officers with their wives, female police officers with their husbands or significant others, all dancing the same old boring dances, like the waltz, foxtrot and quickstep, to the same old boring big band music of Tommy Dorsey, Count Basie, Glen Miller and other boring old-time big band leaders. "Oh for a bit of funky Shania Twain or Sheryl Crow!" Barbara muttered, followed by a loud sigh. She was currently into Country Music and sexy girl singers with attitude.
James Gordon turned his face toward his daughter, at the sound of her sigh, just about audible above a noisy rendition of 'In the Mood'. "Enjoying yourself, princess?" he inquired, with a twinkle in his rheumy old eyes. His daughter was the prettiest girl in the room. He thought she looked lovely in that gown, but he wished she had used a little less makeup. He had to admit that the apple of his eye was turning into a beautiful young lady.
"Er, yes, yes of course, daddy," she replied, forcing a smile onto her full, scarlet-painted lips. "You know I always enjoy myself, when I'm out with my favorite man!" She reached over and squeezed his hand, lovingly and he smiled back at her.
Just then, a slim, good-looking, dark-haired guy, about Barbara's own age, wearing a smart suit and tie, appeared and made a beeline over to their table. "Good evening Commissioner Gordon! I just thought I'd stop by and say hello, sir?" the young man said, shaking her father's hand, warmly, as if they were old friends.
Barbara looked surprised at this show of apparent camaraderie.
"I hope you and your... ah, your lovely companion, are having a good time this evening, sir?" As he spoke, he glanced over at Barbara, sizing her up, and obviously arriving at the conclusion that 'two plus two equaled five'.
Barbara stared back at him, haughtily. "He obviously has a very high opinion of himself?" she thought, noting the knowing smirk.
"Well, well, nice to see you, Harvey! How's the new job going down?"
"Very well, sir! Still getting to know the ropes at this early stage, of course but, all in all..."
"I'm sure you'll make a success of it, my boy! Oh, Harvey, I don't believe you've met my daughter, Barbara?" Jim said, changing the subject and turning back to the ravishing redhead alongside him.
"Your DAUGHTER? No, no, I would've remembered, Jim!" Harvey replied, staring into Barbara's big green eyes with renewed interest, as he took her proffered hand and shook it. His hand was slim and elegant, like everything else about him. "Good evening, Ms. Gordon! So nice to meet you, at last! Your father is always talking about his 'little girl', but I hadn't realized you had grown up into such a delightful young woman?"
Barbara tried not to blush. "Thank you! Daddy still tends to think of me as his 'little girl'," she replied, averting her eyes from his, but secretly pleased by the compliment.
"Harvey Dent Jr. here, is our newly appointed Assistant District Attorney," Jim Gordon explained, as the young man reluctantly let go of his daughter's hand.
Barbara's eyes opened wide with surprise. "Oh? You're not related to..."
"Harvey Dent Sr., Two-face? I'm embarrassed to say that I am! He is my father, Ms. Gordon!"
"You do know he's..."
"Just been released from New Arkham Asylum? Yes, I did know that and, before you ask, Ms. Gordon, NO, he hasn't been in touch with me! I haven't spoken to my father since that tragic accident that scarred him for life, both physically and mentally! To be honest, I rarely used to set eyes on him, even before that! I was raised by my mother, his former wife, Grace Dent."
"Oh?"
"I can assure you, Ms. Gordon... may I call you Barbara?"
"Please do, Harvey!"
"I can assure you, Barbara, that, unlike my father, I am perfectly sane and boringly normal!" He smiled at her and she felt her heart skip a beat.
