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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Adventures Of Batgirl: The Price Of Silence
Chapter 7: Caught In The Act... Well Almost!
Sparrow swung over from the adjacent building and gracefully alighted on the flat roof of the office block. She released the Bat-cable, and ran over to the crouching figure of Batgirl. Her costume was almost identical to that of the Dark Angel's, consisting of a black, Kevlar reinforced, Latex catsuit, with tight-fitting, calf-length boots, cape and cowl, but with a stylized 'sparrow' symbol emblazoned across her breastplate, instead of the usual 'bat' symbol. The cowl lacked the pointed ears of Batgirl's outfit.
"Well?" she gasped, her blue eyes sparkling with curiosity behind her mask.
"Well what?" snapped Barbara, a little annoyed by this sudden interruption to her security vigil.
"Any further news of Rat-Features?"
"He paid me another visit, earlier this evening!" Barbara reluctantly admitted.
Jenny's eyes widened. "What did he want this time?"
The next installment of the 'price of silence'!" Batgirl muttered, tears glistening in her big expressive eyes.
Sparrow's expression hardened. "Which was...?" she prompted.
"A blow-job!"
"The son-of-a-bitch!" Jenny exclaimed, clenching her gloved fists.
"That's not all. I had to wear this special Bat-costume, which he'd had made up especially for me, while I... while I did what he wanted!"
"What sort of costume?" asked Jenny, her curiosity well and truly aroused.
Barbara found herself blushing, deeply. "A sort of... very sexy, very revealing Batgirl outfit, that I had to change into, before he blackmailed me into sucking his dick! I-I even had to deep-throat the swine, Jen!" Tears had started to trickle down from underneath her mask, as she made the admission.
"You poor thing," Sparrow murmured, stroking Barbara's arm, sympathetically. "I know how it must have felt. I almost fetched up the contents of my stomach, the first time I was forced to do it. Some men are real scum!"
"I'm afraid that now he's got his claws well-and-truly into me, he will never let go, Jen!" wailed Barbara, bursting into tears, and pressing her face against Jenny's still heaving chest.
"There, there, Barbara," Sparrow consoled her. "Look, you're in no fit state to continue your vigilante patrol tonight! Leave the Gotham underworld to the Dynamic Duo, for this one night, huh? You need a good night's sleep! I've got some sleeping tablets in my utility belt, which should help? Now, let's get you back to your place, and tucked up in your bed, okay?"
Batgirl nodded, miserably, rising to her feet, and wiping away the tears with the back of her hand. Hand in hand, the two dark figures loped over to the door leading to the emergency stairwell.
-oOo-
The two girls sat side by side on the sofa in Barbara's living room, drinking white wine, two empty bottles, evidence of earlier consumption, together with a half-empty third. Jenny snuggled up closer to Barbara, and placed a hand on her catsuited knee. Both girls were still wearing their superheroine costumes, but had removed their masks, cowls and capes.
"So, wha' ish thish other Ba' costume like?" slurred Jenny, blinking, drunkenly, and absently stroking the inside of Barbara's thigh.
"Dishgush... dishgush... very revealing!" Barbara replied, smiling, before taking another slug of her wine. "Thish stuff ish very good!" Hick!
"Lez see it then?" Jenny insisted, swaying, drunkenly.
"Wha'?" Hick! Barbara blinked at her, owlishly.
"Thish Ba' costume. Lez see you wearin' it!"
"Nooooo!" Barbara shook her head, vehemently.
Jen continued to stare at her, with a lopsided grin.
"Are you sure? Well... a'right then, if you insist! Hang on a sec, while I go put it on!" Barbara handed Jenny her wine glass and staggered to her feet, before lurching off toward the bedroom.
-oOo-
"Tra-la!" Barbara exclaimed, stepping back out of the bedroom, throwing both arms high into the air, and executing a rapid, unsteady twirl.
Jenny stared at Barbara, and immediately began to grow aroused. Barbara's costume clung to her shapely curves like a second skin, and was so sheer Jen could clearly see the brief black thong that barely managed to cover Barbara's sex. It was her only item of underwear. Her dark areolas and prominent nipples were clearly visible on her jiggling, unsupported breasts. Barbara's long, shapely legs were encased in black vinyl thigh-boots, complete with platform soles and spiky heels. On her arms were long fingerless gloves, that reached up to her armpits. On her head, she wore a Bat-mask and cowl, complete with flame-red wig.
"You like?" Batgirl did another twirl, a risky maneuver even for a sober person, in those sky-high heels. "Whoops!" Barbara lost her balance and tumbled onto the sofa, landing, sprawled out, across Jenny's lap. "Shilly me!" she slurred, gazing up at Jen and smiling, crookedly.
Sparrow's left hand strayed to Barbara's heaving left breast, caressing it, then squeezing the nipple through the sheer, clinging material, causing it to instantly peak and harden. "God, you look sooo sexy, Barbara!" she murmured, suddenly stone cold sober. She bent forward, and her lips met Barbara's, and their tongues entwined.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!"
Jenny's right hand slipped between Barbara's lewdly spread thighs, and her stiffened fingers rubbed against the small triangle of black, clinging material at her junction.
