Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues from that of 'Batgirl Risks All' and re-introduces the character of Jennifer Goodbody A.K.A. Sparrow.
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Chapter 2: Just Another Victim Of Crime
Cyril Smallpiece was a burglar by trade, a cat burglar to be more precise. He was also rather good at his job. He'd been casing the luxury apartment block for a couple of days now and was reasonably familiar with the routine movements of most of its residents, as well as the location of the numerous security devices incorporated into the design.
He'd gotten past the electronic lock on the front entrance, by the simple expedient of masquerading as a resident who'd forgotten his swipe card, and getting one of the other residents to open it, remotely. Once inside, he'd strolled around, noting the numerous security cameras positioned in the corridors and elevator, and the massive steel doors that gave access to each apartment, with their vast array of combination locks and bolts.
Cyril was a rather slightly built, even skinny, five-feet seven, and he didn't believe in the use of violence, when robbing his wealthy victims. His techniques were far more subtle, and usually highly successful. He was currently standing on the roof of the six-story building, clipping a coil of nylon climbing rope about the base of a sturdy television antenna, by means of an aluminum karabiner. The doubled rope passed through and around a figure-of-eight friction device, attached to his waist harness by another karabiner.
He slowly backed away, playing out the taut line, before leaning back and lowering his torso off the edge of the roof, then silently descending the side of the building, slowly walking backward. His destination was a first-floor window, at the rear of the building. It belonged to the apartment of a young and single female resident. After weighing up all the possibilities, he'd decided that the girl should be his primary target. It was almost 2:00 am, and she would be sound asleep in her bed by now. He specialized in robbing rich society dames, and should be long gone, before she even realized she'd been robbed!
He paused his descent, tied off, then examined the double-glazed window, in the pale moonlight, before uttering a low chuckle. The window was closed and fastened by means of a simple catch, with no signs of any lock or alarm system. "It's amazing that, with all the security systems incorporated in this place, they leave a window almost totally vulnerable, just because it's thirty-feet off of the ground!" he mused, shaking his head. "Tut, tut, how careless!"
He removed a small hooked device from a small leather pouch, and inserting it into the slight gap between window and frame, and soon had the catch unfastened, and the window wide open. He swung in through the opening, and dropped silently to the carpet, before unclipping the line, and securely clipping the karabiner to the window catch.
Taking out a small but powerful flashlight, he flicked it on, and shone the beam around the darkened apartment. The closed bedroom door was over to his right, and no light could be seen under it. He silently crept over and eased open the door, after first extinguishing his flashlight. He allowed a few seconds for his eyes to grow accustomed to gloom, while listening for the sounds of regular breathing. There was none! He peered inside. The bed was neatly made up, with no sign of the girl, or that the bed had even been slept in?
