All characters appearing in the following narrative are fictional. Any resemblance to any real persons - either living or deceased - is entirely coincidental on the part of the Author. Unless otherwise noted all persons appearing in the narrative are written as being of the majority age of eighteen years owing to depictions of graphic sexual activity contained throughout the body of this work.
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Batman landed gracefully on the roof above the, abandoned, Double Down casino as Commissioner Gordon and his Special Tactics Team escorted Harvey Dent - aka Two-Face - and Boss Salvatore Maroni into the waiting wagons along with most of their respective gangs. Sure, the net had not gotten everybody, but at least the major players were accounted for and that meant that the smaller fish would be looking to join up with another boss in order to continue earning. Or lying low until the heat from the 'war' blew over and things got back to normal. Or at least as normal as they ever were in Gotham City's notorious East End neighborhoods. Batgirl - aka Barbara Gordon - landed on the same roof top a fraction of a second behind 'the Boss' and turned in order to look down on the tableau unfolding in the streets below.
"Good night to be cop," she offered as she dashed off a jaunty salute toward Gotham's finest as the last of the hoods were loaded and then the vehicles began to disperse with sirens wailing and lights flashing.
"Equally good night to be a crime fighter as well," offered Batman with an uncharacteristic smile. He never smiled when he was in the 'suit'. Never. He turned toward the third member of their party. Catwoman had worked back-up on the bust and had slipped off before the GCPD showed up to take out the garbage. She was grinning from ear to ear as she watched her nemesis being hauled away and knowing that this meant her extended stay as a guest at Wayne Manor was drawing to a close. "We'll escort Catwoman home and then call it a night ourselves," he offered before firing off a grappling line and keying for the Batmobile to follow the GPS trackers built into each of their suits.
Batman paused outside of the secured entry that Catwoman used to access the building from the roof. He halted the feline femme fatale with a raised arm as she made a beeline for home and all the comforts therein.
"Not so fast," he cautioned.
>>>>>SCANNING<<<<<
Intoned an automated voice as a light passed over the three costumed vigilantes.
"What the hell?" Selina was startled.
There were a series of clicks as the newly installed automated defenses were deactivated and the path to the windows leading into the apartment were suddenly accessible. Selina crawling inside and froze even as the two Bats joined her just inside the window. She peered around cautiously but when she was not immolated upon taking the first few tentative steps she figured it was safe to start walking around. It was nice to be home at last. It would be equally nice to get out of the costume she was wearing. Selina was just lucky that Batman had saved one of her older costumes from back in the day and that she had had anything to wear out tonight.
"You'll find a container in the bedroom that is linked to your biometric signatures, Selina. There is a secure room behind the north wall where the container goes and there you will also find some other, basic, improvements to your equipment and set-up. I don't want a repeat of what happened with Harvey. The East End cannot afford to lose your protection because some madman gets lucky," offered 'the Bat' as he held out a hand and dropped a palm sized control unit into her outstretched palm. Selina had been impressed enough with the security scanner, but apparently there was more. Before she could really thank her benefactor - something that was going to involve getting out of the costume altogether - he and the other 'bat' were back out the window and gone. . .
Back out on the roof, Barbara hugged herself against the chill of autumn as it was sliding into winter. Her mind drifting back to an early morning romp with Bruce that had truly served as the beginning of her sexual education, and then to another interlude. One while Selina Kyle had been another guest at Wayne Manor. That one had begun to open her eyes to the pleasures that could be shared between two willing, and open-minded, women. Just thinking about either one of them was enough to start warming the panties she was wearing underneath the layers of armor and Nomex treated Kevlar she was wearing. It also raised her heart rate to the point that it triggered the alarm inside her cowl. Which meant . . .
