Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. It introduces several original characters, and is only loosely based on the comic book heroine. Enjoy!
Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.
The Adventures Of Batgirl: Batgirl Risks All
Chapter 1: Batgirl Goes Undercover
Sunday, 3:00 pm
Barbara Gordon wriggled into the tiny pair of sheer, lace-edged panties, and stared at herself in the mirror. "Hmm, they don't leave much to the imagination," the five-feet, nine-inch tall, twenty-five year old decided, as she picked up the matching half-cup bra, and prepared to slip it over her shapely 35C bosom. "Hmm, on second thoughts, I'll dispense with the bra," she decided. "It's not as if I really need one, after all!"
She tossed the flimsy garment onto the dresser, then sat down on the edge of the bed, to pull on a pair of sheer, black, self-supporting stockings, with lacy tops. "Good thing you've got the legs for this caper, girl!" she told herself, as she adjusted the seams, before walking over to the wardrobe and removing a gorgeous see-through blouse, with a lace-trimmed, plunging neckline, and a black, stretch Lycra mini-skirt.
She quickly slipped into the skirt and blouse, and then squeezed a pair of black, five-inch high stiletto heeled shoes onto her dainty feet.
She stood in front of the mirror, hands on hips, examining her 35-24-36 inch figure, critically. Her shapely breasts were clearly visible beneath the sheer top, and the short, black skirt barely reached down to mid thigh, just covering the tops of her stockings and hiding the pale, exciting expanse of naked flesh. The stiletto-heeled shoes added to the overall, sexy image forcing her to stand with her hips thrust forward, to maintain her balance.
"Well, you certainly don't look like the conventional image of a respectable young librarian!" she muttered, with a grin. "Better not let any of your friends or co-workers see you dressed like this!" She used both hands to slide her skirt up two or three inches, revealing the near transparent crotch of her panties. "Hmm, better be careful when you sit down!" she reminded herself. "Keep those legs firmly crossed, young lady!"
She walked back over to the bed, and picked up the copy of the Gotham Daily Gazette, and re-read the big, bold front-page headline, and the first few paragraphs:
Ivor Bigun Escapes!
Yesterday, Ivor Bigun, the recently convicted kidnapper and murderer, escaped from the maximum security wing of Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane, where he had just started a life-sentence, after being found guilty of the kidnapping and subsequent murder of Fifi La Trix, young celebrity wife of Henry Marshall, the well known industrialist, and multi-millionaire. Police suspect that Bigun, who must have had inside help to break out of the heavily guarded asylum, may also be the infamous 'Mad Serial Rapist' who has terrorized the female population of our fair city, for the last five years, but since none of the victims are alive to testify, they cannot be sure.
Bigun was convicted, after being apprehended by those two famous costumed vigilantes, Batman and Robin, but unfortunately, they did not arrive in time to save the life of Fifi La Trix, who had been brutally raped and strangled, before they arrived on the scene. Bigun was captured, red-handed, with the briefcase containing the million-dollar ransom, still in his possession, and despite an impassioned plea for leniency, from his defense lawyer, on the grounds of diminished responsibility, the jury took less than two hours to record a unanimous verdict of guilty, and the judge gave him a life sentence.
Police Commissioner Jim Gordon has advised all female citizens to take special care, when venturing out late at night, and has promised to double the normal quota of officers on night patrol, until this highly dangerous felon is apprehended!
Barbara put down the paper. "Hmm," she mused, "no female can rest easy in her bed until this dastardly son-of-a-bitch is safely back under lock and key!"
Normally, this would have been a job for Batgirl, but she was aware that Bigun was a loner, who didn't mix with the rest of the criminal fraternity of Gotham City, so it was going to be a tricky job, getting a line on the mad rapist and killer. He differed from most of the other criminals of Gotham, in that he insisted on wearing a figure hugging black bodysuit, which included an enormous, silver 'cod-piece'. It was known that Ivor used to frequent the bars and dives of the 'red-light' district, and so she'd figured that that was the place to start asking questions. She realized that if she went there in her Batgirl persona, the low-life and scum who might be able to supply a clue as to his whereabouts, would clam up tighter than a Scotsman's sporran. So, she'd decided to infiltrate their sleazy world, disguised as a common hooker!
She sat down on the stool in front of the dressing table mirror, and applied a liberal quantity of mascara, eye shadow and blusher, to her face, before applying a thick layer of bright crimson lipstick to her full lips. "Now your own mother wouldn't recognize you!" she announced, with a chuckle, as she blotted off the excess lipstick on a tissue, and then popped a contraceptive pill into her mouth. "Better to be safe than sorry!" she murmured, well aware of the risks she would be taking.
She stood up and walked into the lounge, wobbling slightly, on the unfamiliarly high stilettos. "Let's hope I don't have to chase anyone, or make a hasty getaway, in these shoes and skirt!" she muttered, as she picked up her purse and prepared to leave. She felt almost naked, without the usual array of crime-fighting paraphernalia that she always carried in her utility belt, but she dared not take any of them with her, in her purse, in case someone checked out the contents. Apart from a small spray can of Mace, and a packet of condoms (well a girl has to be prepared for anything!), it contained the usual collection of female bits and bobs, plus a small wad of cash. She would have to rely on her unarmed combat training, in the event of trouble!
Sunday, 3:45 pm
Barbara took a cab down to the red-light district, noting that the cabby kept eyeing her, suspiciously, in the rear view mirror. "Keep your fucking eyes on the road, mister!" she snarled, trying to immerse herself in the unfamiliar role. The driver turned red-faced, and dragged his eyes away from her reflection.
The cab pulled up, in the dark, dingy surroundings of Belfry Street, and Barbara climbed out, deliberately giving the driver an ample glimpse of pale white thigh, as she did so. She was starting to enjoy her role. "Keep those bug eyes in your head, buster," she muttered, handing over the fare. "You aren't paid to see what's up there!"
The driver gulped and blushed, slightly. "Yeah, sorry Miss! You, huh, you better watch out for yourself. That 'Mad Rapist' character has escaped from the loony bin, according to the latest news on the radio!"
"Yeah, I know," she replied, giving him a friendly grin, "but I know how to look after myself!"
With that, the driver gave her a curt nod, gunned the engine, and drove off, quickly. This wasn't a part of town to hang around in, unless it was absolutely necessary.
Barbara looked around. The street was pretty deserted. She wasn't used to looking at the district from street level. She would normally be on the rooftops, as she carried out her vigilante night patrols.
Suddenly, a large sedan, cruised over to the curbside, and a guy stuck his head out of the window. "How much, beautiful?" he enquired, ogling her obvious charms.
"Around the world, or just some head?" she replied, without hesitation.
The man eyed her up and down, liking what he saw. "The full works!" he said, with a lecherous grin.
"Two-hundred bucks!"
The man's eyes opened wide with amazement. "Two hundred bucks!" he croaked. "No whore is worth that much! Who do you think you are, Batgirl?" He pushed his foot down on the gas, and drove off, with a screech of tires. "Stuck up little bitch," he snarled to himself, in frustration, as he glanced in the rear-view mirror.
Barbara smiled. That had worked out just fine, without her having to compromise her disguise in any way. She started to stroll down the street, swaying her hips, like a real tart. She was starting to really get into her character now! Up ahead, she could see two other girls approaching, obviously prostitutes, from their overtly sexual attire.
