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.
Adventures Of Batgirl: The Green-eyed Monster
Or
(The Return Of Two-face)
Chapter 8: Junior Admits All
Tuesday, 9:47 pm
Jim Gordon replaced the telephone in its cradle and turned to face his uniformed second in command, with a grim expression on his face. "That was Batgirl, with the latest update from the hospital," he explained.
"Begorra! How is the Caped Crusader?" exclaimed Chief O'Hara, in his thick, Irish brogue, a look of deep concern on his ancient, weather-beaten face. They had received the initial news of Batman's potentially life-threatening condition, some 45 minutes earlier.
"The doctors seem to think he will make a full recovery, thanks to the Dark Damsel's prompt action in sucking out much of the venom, at the scene!"
"To be sure!" agreed the relieved Irishman. "It's times like that, when you find out who your REAL friends are!"
The commissioner ignored the comment and continued. "The anti-venom injections and antibiotics appears to be successfully counteracting the poison in Batman's bloodstream, thank goodness! Luckily, Batgirl and the Boy Wonder, managed to avoid a similar fate, but that evil disfigured miscreant, Two-face still managed to give them the slip!"
"Any sign of Ms. Gordon?" enquired the Chief of Police, anxiously.
The Commissioner's complexion had taken on a distinctly grayish tinge, as he replied. "No! There was no indication that Barbara was even in that warehouse. We're still assuming that Two-face actually has her in his clutches... or, indeed, if she is still alive!" Neither lawman was aware of the confirmatory photographic evidence of Barbara's plight. Tears glistened in his rheumy eyes, as he spoke. "I'm sure that Robin and The Batgirl will redouble their efforts to locate my little girl, now that Batman appears to be out of imminent danger!"
Chief O'Hara nodded, gravely. "Assuming the half hideous hoodlum has her, we can only hope and pray that the poor colleen will be released without further harm, now that he thinks he has finally put an end to his three costumed advisories? He will no longer need to use her as bait!"
"Let us hope and pray that that is the case, old friend," agreed his superior, fighting back the tears that threatened to burst forth.
Tuesday, 10:42 pm
Barbara stared into the mirror of the dresser in her bedroom. The reflection of the pretty seated brunette, stared back at her. Now that Samantha had finished applying her makeup, with a few helpful suggestions from her new friend, she looked absolutely ravishing. The brunette was sitting on the dresser stool, naked, except for a pair of skimpy lace panties. Barbara had learnt that the brunette's vital statistics were 32A-24-35 and she was almost 5-feet 10-inches tall, with long shapely legs that almost rivaled her own.
"What do you think?" Sam asked, in a tremulous voice, staring into the mirror at the reflection of the redhead standing immediately behind her. "You don't think I look like some sort of weird, cross-dressing pervert, do you, Barbara?" she added, anxiously.
Barbara lent in and squeezed Sam's shoulders, reassuringly. "You gotta be joshing me, honey! First, you've got to be wearing clothes to be a cross-dresser, and second, you look more like your average guy's wet dream," she murmured into the girl's right ear. She brushed her lips against the girl's neck, just behind the earlobe. "You're certainly turning me on," she added, with a low, husky chuckle.
Samantha sighed, staring at her image in the mirror, critically. "I just wish I had a magnificent pair of breasts like you have, Barbara," she said, wistfully. "Mine are little more than a couple of badly swollen bee-stings!"
The redhead straightened up, cradled her firm, round boobs in her hands and peered down at them, before replying. Like Samantha, Barbara was naked, apart from a pair of panties, after an earlier shower, to scrub off the cum stains and stench, of her vile, disfigured rapist. "You don't think these beauties are all down to Mother Nature, do you?" she asked her companion, with a broad grin.
Sam's eyes widened in surprised comprehension. "You don't mean..."
Barbara nodded. "Uh, huh! Silicone enhanced! A lot of women are having boob jobs these days!"
"Gosh! They felt so... so warm and realistic," the brunette exclaimed, and then blushed, as she realized what she'd just said.
"Hey, they ARE warm and realistic!" Barbara retorted, cheerfully. "Anyway, there's nothing stopping you from having breast augmentation, if that's what you really want, Sam?" Barbara added, becoming serious once again. "Although, personally, I like your tits just the way they are, with those lovely, prominent pink nipples and those absolutely perfect areolas! Big isn't always best, you know!"
Samantha blushed an even deeper shade of pink. "You always seem to know exactly what to say, to cheer a girl up, Barbara," she replied. Then the smile faltered. "I... I want you to know that I really do care about you, Barbara! It wasn't all just a big act, back at my place, to get you into Two-face's clutches."
"I know that," Barbara replied, locking eyes with those of the brunette. She felt as if she were falling into two bottomless grey-green pools. Moments later, their lips met in a spontaneous, deep, French kiss, their tongues fencing with each other, eagerly, hungrily.
When they finally broke apart, Sam started giggling like a shy, embarrassed schoolgirl. "Now I shall have to do my makeup all over again," she admonished, fluttering her eyelashes, prettily.
"Mmm, I must say, I prefer kissing you without the hairy upper lip!" Barbara replied, taking Sam's hands and gently coaxing her to her feet. As the brunette rose to her full height, she turned to face Barbara, and the redhead slipped her arms about the girl's slim waist.
"I was attracted to you, from the very first moment I saw you, Sam," Barbara admitted, huskily, sliding her hands down over the pleasant swell of the brunette's naked buttocks, before cupping the under-curves in her palms, "even with the silly moustache!"
The brunette squirmed with delight. "The attraction was mutual, Barbara, believe me," she breathed, their lips so close that they were almost touching.
The inevitable kiss arrived, just moments later. As they kissed, passionately, Barbara drew the girl hard up against her, before deliberately falling backward onto the bed, pulling the brunette down on top of her, in a tangle of thrashing limbs and eliciting a muffled squeal of surprise from the willowy brunette.
