The black leather hugged her curves as she crept into the dark room. The city lights flickered in the air below as the nights beat wound down. It was nearing sunrise already cats howled as instinct took over and forced the nocturnal wanderers homeward.
But Batgirl was still out, her mind buzzing with possibilities and consequences, her knees weakened from the nights play, her heart pounding beneath her firm breasts, her pussy tingling and warm. It had not been her first time.
She had sex before, but never like this. This had been wonderful. Oliver had done things with his cock that made shivers run down her spine when she thought of them. Dinah had brought her over the edge so many times she was certain she could fly now.
"Just like Batman." She thought to herself. For the first time, she thought of the Black Knight as a man. A tender man with muscles that rippled like rolling hills, she let her mind wander to the bulge beneath his black suit. She let her mind wander, until the lights came on.
Fluidly she pulled her hands away from her crotch; she had not even realized they had gone down to stroke over her mound. Quick, keen eyes scanned the room only to brighten in relief when she saw an old and familiar face looking back at her. "Oh Alfred, I didn't mean to wake you..." She stammered.
Alfred was an old friend of hers. She met him at a party for Bruce when he went off on his first of many "overseas vacations" that cloaked his many jaunts around the world, training to become Batman.
It must have been 9 years ago when she first saw that face. Neither smiling nor frowning, always alert yet always calm. When she slipped away from the party to wander the halls of the stately Wayne Manor, to her young eyes the manor seemed like a museum! So many rooms and halls and grand stairways they were a joy to run up and down, giggling all the while.
Alfred had found her in one of the libraries gleefully reading an old book. The pictures were bright and strange and the words were gibberish to her. So absorbed in the book she did not know he was there until a strong hand clamped on her shoulder. Too frightened to scream she looked up, her milk bottle glasses sliding on her tiny nose in adjustment, only to see that warm, caring look of his as he said in a loud, British voice. "Oh Commissioner Gordon, have you lost anything important?"
Everyone who was there laughed at her childishness and her Father gave her a good spanking for sneaking off like that (she had been missing for some hours!) but she was allowed to come back to the Manor often, when Bruce was away.
Now, ten years later, she knew Alfred like family.
"And where have you been young lady?" he said in his taciturn voice. Alfred's emotions were subtle, but Barbra was well trained, she detected no concern in his voice. No, he was a little angry.
"Chasing down gun runners with, err some friends." she said and she bit her lip as she said it. Her hands went behind her back and she looked down in shame. She could not lie, not to him, but what could she tell him? Canary (that was Dinah's name when she was working) had just said "Say you were with us, recuperating if anyone asks."
But she was not rested. Her pussy was actually a bit sore from the fucking she had done that night. The Green Arrow, whom by the way loooved it when you screamed "Stick me Green Arrow, Stick it where it counts!" had done her 4 times at least, and in between she had used a couple of toys with Dinah.
She was tired, but wired from the excitement of it all. Her nipples strained against the Kevlar and titanium weave yellow bat symbol on her chest and she was certain Alfred could see them. Secretly, she thought, she wanted him to see them.
"I see, and the rest of the night? Master Bruce has already adjourned for the day, and Master Dick has gone of to stay with his friends in California. Who have you been with, young lady?" She was stunned. Had anyone else said that, Bruce, even her Father, she would have raised hell!
She was nearly twenty, and had two bachelors and a masters degree, had a steady stream of income from a few computer programs she wrote in school and she stayed at her own apartment most nights. She was a mature and responsible adult, admittedly one that dressed up as a bat on a whim and had begun to fight crime three years ago.
