This story is the seventh in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, mainly based on characters in the early Batman comics and that wonderful '60s TV series but with the timeline brought up to the present.
Warning! This fictional story contains strictly ADULT content and is ONLY intended for mature readers and for personal consumption. No copyright infringement is intended.
The Adventures Of Batgirl
Batgirl: The Vampyre Caper
Chapter 5: Power Dressing
"I'm worried about Barbara, Alfred," Bruce Wayne announced, as he sat down at the breakfast table the next morning and the manservant placed a plate of ham and scrambled eggs in front of him, together with a rack of warm toast.
"Oh yes, sir?" replied his faithful old retainer, with a frown of concern, pausing as he was about to turn away and go pour his employer a cup of freshly percolated coffee. Alfred Pennyworth had been looking after Bruce ever since the multi-millionaire had been tragically orphaned as a young boy and was regarded as a member of the family rather than merely as an employee.
Bruce finished tucking the napkin into the collar of his crisp white shirt, before replying. "Yes, Alfred. She's started to suffer from short periods of amnesia, which always seem to coincide with the appearance of this vampire creature. Also, she's taken to wearing this new, ultra revealing Batcostume, whilst on vigilante patrol. It's almost as if she's deliberately trying to encourage some sexually frustrated young miscreant into attacking her and taking advantage of her."
Alfred shook his head, vehemently. "I'm sure that isn't the case, Mr. Wayne. Ms. Gordon is a properly brought up young lady. It's probably just some passing fad, influenced by those skimpily clad young pop divas who regularly appear in those videos they show on the music channels on cable TV."
The multi-millionaire businessman raised an enquiring eyebrow. "What brings you watching scantily attired young women on MTV and other music channels, Alfred?" he enquired, giving the old retainer a disapproving look.
The white-haired butler went bright red with embarrassment. "I, er, I try to keep up-to-date with all the latest trends in popular music and fashion, sir," he protested. "One doesn't want to be accused of being out of touch, does one?"
"Hmm?" Bruce didn't sound entirely convinced by this explanation
"Perhaps you should have a quiet word with the young lady, sir?" Alfred offered. "I'm sure you can convince her that a more modest attire would be eminently more suitable for her costumed crime-fighting exploits."
Bruce scooped up a forkful of scrambled egg and masticated it, thoughtfully, before replying. "Perhaps you're right, old friend," he mused, aloud. "Perhaps I should point out the obvious impracticalities of such an outfit. That girl is far too naïve for her own good."
"Will Master Dick be down for breakfast, shortly?" enquired the butler, changing the subject. He was referring to Dick Grayson, Bruce's youthful charge, who also happened to be Batman's masked sidekick, Robin.
"Er, no, not this morning, Alfred. I believe he's having a lie in. Young Mr. Grayson had a very late night. After we completed our evening patrol, he went on to some nightclub in town, where he was meeting up with his girlfriend, Jennifer Goodbody."
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"Victims number three and four of the vampire killer turned up last night, Chief," the Commissioner of Police revealed to his number 2, a grave expression on his face, as soon as O'Hara had sat down facing him on the other side of his desk.
The uniformed officer's eyes widened and he sat up straight in his chair. "Bejabers, Commissioner!" he exclaimed. "Was the modus operandi the same as before?" His Irish brogue always became more pronounced whenever he grew excited.
Jim Gordon smiled, grimly, as he nodded his confirmation. "The same as the last time but a man AND a woman. Both victims were drained of blood and had deep fang marks in their necks. The corpses were discovered by Batgirl, while out on patrol last night, but it was the Caped Crusader who actually phoned it in."
"So, vampires DO exist," exclaimed the wide-eyed Irishman, leaning forward with a look of morbid fascination on his florid features.
"Batman thinks that, if the killer IS human, then it is more likely to be a person suffering from haematodipsia, a sexual thirst for human blood," corrected the Commissioner. "If so, the killer has obviously developed some sort of 'blood fetish'. He may also be a practitioner of necrophilia, but we have, as yet, been unable to confirm whether sexual intercourse occurred just before, during or just after death."
"Bejazus!" The Police Chief's bushy eyebrows nearly shot off the top of his forehead.
"Death occurred due to heart failure, brought on by lack of blood. The victims literally had their life sucked out of them, Chief."
"We must catch this homicidal maniac before the news gets out, Commissioner, or we will end up with a city-wide panic on our hands."
"I am well aware of that, Chief," Gordon retorted, a little peevishly. "I have already taken the precaution of canceling all police leave and doubling the number of officers on night patrol, from this evening onward. They will be on the lookout for someone acting strangely, probably having sharp, protruding teeth. The Caped Crusaders have also agreed to commit all of their considerable crime prevention resources to the task of tracking down the killer."
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Barbara finally drove into the library underground parking lot and parked up the Mercedes, some three hours after her normal arrival time. This was due to a couple of detours she'd made, on her way to work that morning. First, she had visited her favorite hairdressing salon for a cut and restyle, and then she had popped into a local shopping mall, to purchase a completely new outfit for work, which she was now wearing.
She stepped into the small private elevator and rode up to the second floor. As she stepped out into the hallway, she glanced at her wristwatch and took a deep breath. She drew back her shoulders, thrust out her chest and firmly pushed open the door marked 'PRIVATE -- STAFF ONLY'. Luckily, Mr. Peabody, the Head Librarian and her immediate superior, was on a week's vacation and had left Barbara in charge. As a consequence, his office, situated just beyond the doorway, was closed and in darkness.
As Barbara strode, purposely through the open-plan admin area, heading for her own office, her newly purchased platform soled, five-inch Manolo Blahnik stilettos, click-clacked, noisily, on the wooden flooring and the daring mid-thigh length skirt of her tailored navy-blue business suit, swished, sexily against her dark, nylon-encased thighs. The unbuttoned jacket of her worsted business suit was worn over a crisp white silk blouse, with a blue and white-striped ladies silk bow tie about her throat, hiding her snug-fitting choker from view. Her glorious red hair was freshly cut in a stylish bob, which bounced with each long graceful stride.
Her fellow workers all stopped what they were doing and stared at the new arrival in open-mouthed astonishment. Not only was it unheard of for the Assistant Chief Librarian to arrive late for work, but this was Barbara Gordon as they had never seen her before! This was power dressing at its stylish best, with killer makeup to match. Most of them had always regarded the redhead as a pleasant but deadly dull senor employee, with no interest whatsoever in the exciting world of fashion or glamour. Those people were forced to rapidly revised their former opinions.
Someone gave out with a long low wolf whistle and Barbara paused and half turned toward her audience, as if acknowledging their presence for the first time. She slid the bridge of her spectacles to the end of her nose, griping the corner of the frames between forefinger and thumb, as she peered over the top at her attentive fellow employees.
"Thank you, whoever that was," she said, her scarlet painted lips forming a warm smile. "It was much appreciated, although in some people's eyes, such an act may be regarded as a form of sexual harassment. Not by myself, I hasten to add. Now, could you all please get back to whatever you were doing before I walked in here. I didn't mean to cause such a stir." With that, she turned and continued on her way. All eyes were glued to her swaying, tightly encased derriere.
No sooner had Barbara disappeared into her office, than a buzz of excited conversation broke out amongst her co-workers.
"Wow! Did you see that?"
