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.
Chapter 8: Jenny Discovers All
Sunday, 1:05 am
"Jenny, is that you?" Barbara hissed, into the telephone handset.
"Huh? Who's the hell's this, calling at this time of night?" replied Jennifer, in a grumpy voice, stifling a yawn with the back of her hand.
"It's me honey, Barbara!"
Jennifer was instantly wide-awake. "Barbara, what's happened?" she gasped, excitedly. "Did Batgirl's plan work?"
"Not exactly! Jenny, listen carefully! I want you to phone Commissioner Gordon, and tell him to get over to a small derelict engineering factory, on Madison Street, with as many men as he can muster at this late hour! With luck, he should find Bigun and his three goons there! Then I want you to drive over to that little public park, off Vine Street, and meet me just inside the main gates! Bring a raincoat or something similar with you!"
"Why, it isn't raining?" Jenny said, in a slightly puzzled tone.
"Just do it, Jen! Oh, and please hurry!"
Barbara hung up and breathed a sigh of relief. "It's a good job I know the phone company's secret payphone code," she muttered to herself, thankfully. It had enabled her to make the free call to Jennifer, which was lucky, since she hadn't got any small change on her! Hell, she'd hadn't got ANYTHING on her, for that matter!
She stepped out of the phone booth, deep in thought, and bumped into a smelly, homeless tramp, who just happened to be shuffling past, no doubt looking for a bench to sleep on for the night.
He stared in amazement at the naked female in front of him, as she blushed a deep pink, then turned and ran off, as fast as her long lithe legs would carry her. "Young girls, these days," he exclaimed, shaking his gray-haired head in bemusement, "they're all so damned slutty!"
Sunday, 1:06 am
Ivor Bigun bent down, and picked up the partially dissolved chain link.
"There's no way she could've escaped on her own!" he snarled, twisting around to stare at his three henchmen, suspiciously. "The bitch must've had inside help?"
"It wasn't any of us!" pleaded Phil McAvity, the Scotsman. "We were in the warehouse, playing cards all the time, except for when I went to fetch the pizzas! The last person to come in here was you, boss!"
"I'd like to know how the hell she got out?" added Ben Dover, scratching his bald head, perplexed. "The bitch would've had to come right passed us! There's only the one exit!"
"It must've been the Bat-bitch!" exclaimed Big Willie. "Nobody else could've pulled off a stunt like this!" Little did he realize how right he was!
"We'd better get outta here, pronto!" growled Bigun. "The cops could be swarming all over the joint, any minute now!"
They gang piled all their personal possessions into the station wagon, climbed on board, and it roared out of the gateway at high speed, with a squeal of tires. As they drove down Madison Street, they could hear the sound of the approaching police sirens, in the distance.
Sunday, 1:55 am
Jennifer drew up outside the public park, in her compact Toyota convertible, applied the parking brake and climbed out. She could see the telephone kiosk, some fifty yards down the street from the park gates, but there was no sign of Barbara. Jenny was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt, tennis shorts and sneakers, since it was a rather humid night. As she leant over the side of the car, through the open window, and picked up her raincoat from off the rear seat, she must've been a sight for sore eyes!
She glanced around to ensure that there was no-one about, then strolled over to the closed wrought-iron gates. She noticed that someone had broken the original lock, and the gates were loosely held together by a length of chain and a padlock, as a temporary measure. The damage looked pretty ancient though. She drew in her breath and just managed to squirm through the narrow gap between them, into the park.
Jennifer peered around. The park looked deserted. "Barbara," she hissed, "where are you? Barb..."
"Psst! Over here!"
Jenny spun around, and saw Barbara's head and bare shoulders sticking up from behind some dense bushes. "Are you naked, Barbara?" she asked, going goggle-eyed with surprise.
"Shut up, and pass me the coat!" Barbara snapped, holding out a bare arm.
Jenny passed the raincoat over, grinning broadly, at her friend's obvious embarrassment.
"What kept you, anyway?" Barbara complained, as she pulled on the raincoat.
"It's a long haul over here, from my place!" Jenny retorted.
A few seconds later, Barbara stepped out from behind the bush, buckling up the broad belt of the raincoat. "It's a bit on the short side, isn't it?" she complained.
"That's how people are wearing them this season!" retorted Jenny, as they squeezed through the gate and walked back to the car, together. "Have you got ANYTHING on at all, underneath that?"
Barbara gave her an embarrassed grin, and shook her head. "Nope, not a stitch!"
"How come?" Jenny asked, as they climbed into the car, and Jenny fired up the engine.
"I'm afraid Batgirl's plan went horribly wrong, Jen! Bigun knew it was a trap, and he also knew who I was! I had no choice but to allow myself to get captured! If it hadn't been for Batgirl's courage and nerve, I would never have managed to escape his evil clutches! He was going to do all sorts of despicable things to me, Jenny!" Barbara shuddered, tears glistening in her lovely green eyes.
