1 comments/ 21368 views/ 6 favorites Batgirl: Amnesiac Angel Ch. 01 By: Angelique Bouchette This is the fourth in my ongoing series of Batgirl stories, in which I try to explore the developing sexuality of her everyday counterpart, Barbara Gordon and her relationship with those around her, hopefully with a dash of excitement thrown in, for good measure. Grateful thanks to all those readers who have sent me feedback containing their suggestions and opinions. The storyline continues on from that of 'Batgirl Enhanced'. Warning! This fictional story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers, and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended. Chapter 1: Night Patrol Sunday, 12:03 am It was shortly after midnight in Gotham City. The two pretty teenaged girls were romping about on the bed, dressed in just their bras and panties, smiling and laughing, soundlessly. They were both aged about seventeen or eighteen, with figures that were both slim and shapely. They rolled about, in a mass of tangled arms and legs, until the brunette finally gained the upper hand, and squatted astride her supine blonde companion, pressing her hands back against the pillow, above her head. All of a sudden, her laughing face appeared to grow serious, and she leant forward and gently kissed her companion, full on the lips. As she drew back, panting, the observer could see the wide-eyed look of shock on the blonde's face, and he saw her lips move, as she spoke. Her friend said something in reply, then lent forward and kissed her again. This time, the blonde raised up her face and returned the kiss. This quickly became a passionate clinch, as all their remaining inhibitions were caste aside. When they finally parted again, the two teens eagerly stripped off their scanty underwear, and then began kissing and caressing one another again. The watcher refocused his infra-red binoculars, catching an occasional glimpse of glistening pinkness through their curly-haired pubic bushes. He groaned in frustration, rubbing the fingers of his free hand against the prominent bulge in the front of his red briefs, momentarily losing sight of the all-girl action. He refocused on the illuminated bedroom window of the top story apartment, part of the complex opposite his current lofty, rooftop position and gasped aloud, as he saw that the two naked females had assumed the soixante-neuf position, preparing to eat each other out... Suddenly, a hand clamped down on his shoulder, and the Boy Wonder almost jumped out of his skin, dropping his Bat-binoculars in the process. Luckily, they swung from the strap about his neck, rather than smashed against the concrete, and remained undamaged. "Anything worth looking at, Robin?" enquired a low, ultra sexy, female voice. The voice's 5-feet 8-inch tall owner, was clad in an all-black costume, consisting of a Kevlar reinforced, black Latex catsuit; tight fitting, calf-length boots; short cape; and a cowl covering much of her head. Two pointed bat-like ears, thrust up from the sides of the cowl, incorporating electronic sound sensors that gave her hearing almost as sensitive as the creature she was named after. For this was indeed, the Batgirl, or so it appeared? Robin blushed behind his mask. "N-No, all quiet in this part of the city, Spar..., er, Batgirl!" he replied, in a hushed whisper. The colorful masked vigilante was embarrassed that he had failed to hear the approach of his crime-busting partner for the night, but then his costume did not include an electronically enhanced hearing aid, unlike that of his companion. Robin did not normally go out on vigilante patrol with The Batgirl, but Bruce Wayne aka The Batman, his usual nighttime partner, was currently attending a high-powered business convention in Metropolis. Batgirl's head suddenly rose up, as she listened on the night air. Her enhanced hearing had picked up something. "Oh, yes, yes, yesss! Lick my cunt! Aaaaaaghh!" came a faint, obviously female cry. The Dark Angel's eyes narrowed and turned in the direction of the sound, and she spotted the brightly lit bedroom window, in the apartment block opposite. Two tiny, naked figures could just be made out on a bed, through the curtain-less picture window. Like many occupants of high-rise dwellings, the occupants had wrongly assumed that their privacy was automatically guaranteed. Wrong! Jennifer smiled to herself, smugly. "C'mon Peeping Tom," she growled, nudging her companion with a shapely Kevlar-covered hip. "There's nothing of importance that requires our attention around here. Time to move on! Let's get back to the Batmobile!" "Oh, um, ah, sure, Batgirl!" the Boy Wonder replied, holding the Bat-binoculars in one gloved hand, while trying to hide the bulge in his Robin-briefs from Jennifer's highly amused gaze. The two Caped Crusaders lopped across the flat rooftop, toward the metal fire escape. "See you down below!" Batgirl cried, clipping a Karabiner to the metal support rail, then leaping into space, trailing the attached nylon cord behind her. -oOo- Jennifer Goodbody, aka Sparrow, had become a semi-regular member of Gotham's costumed crime-fighting crew, over the last few months, and normally wore a specific costume of her own, but tonight she was wearing the outfit of that other sexy Gotham heroine, Batgirl. Barbara Gordon, aka Batgirl, had recently suffered a traumatic experience at the hands of that evil feline, The Catwoman, and her best friend (and secret lover), Jenny, had volunteered to stand in for her on her vigilante patrols, while she was recovering from her ordeal. The Boy Wonder had readily agreed to Jenny's involvement, despite Batman's initial dissent. He had a soft spot for Sparrow, and had almost plucked up enough courage to ask her out on a date, on more than one occasion... almost, but not quite! Barbara had just returned to her mundane daytime job at the Gotham City Central Library, where she was the Assistant Head Librarian. Jennifer also worked at the library, as Barbara's research assistant and general factotum, and it had been Jenny who'd suggested that she temporarily assume the roll of Barbara's alter ego, while Barbara expunged any remnants of the strange mental spell that the Feline Femme Fatale had somehow cast over her. Barbara had reluctantly agreed, provided that her friend got the agreement of the Caped Crusaders. Sunday, 12:35 am The Batmobile was cruising along through the heart of the Gotham City financial district, with the Boy Wonder at the wheel, when the Bat-phone started to ring. Brrring, brrring! Brrring... Jenny picked it up. "Yes Commissioner?" "Batgirl? I was expecting the Caped Crusader?" exclaimed the surprised voice of James Gordon, Commissioner of Police and the doting father of the real Batgirl (not that he was aware of his daughter's superheroine persona!). "Batman is unavailable to take your call at the moment, Commissioner. Will Robin and I do?" "Of course, Dark Damsel! I'm calling from home. I have just been informed that the silent security alarm has gone off in Harry Rhinestone's!" "The world famous jewelry store?" "Yes!" "We're less than a minute away from there. Leave it to us, Commissioner, and we'll check it out!" As Jennifer put down the phone, she glanced over at Robin. "Did you catch all that, Boy Wonder?" she enquired. "Uh, huh!" Robin's foot was already hard down on the gas pedal of the custom built automobile. The Batmobile shot through a red light and took a sharp left at the next intersection, with a white knuckled Sparrow grimly hanging on to the dashboard. Rhinestone's was a couple of hundred yards ahead, on their right. A large 4WD Grand Cherokee had been rammed through one of the large display windows and, as the Batmobile screeched to a halt, tires smoking, three hoodlums wearing ski masks, ran out of the store past the Chrysler, each carrying bulging bags of stolen jewelry. "It's the Batman!" yelled the nearest one, a giant of a man, as the two intrepid crime-busters vaulted out of the Batmobile and ran toward the thieves. He dropped his loot and started to pull a pistol from his belt, just as Batgirl leapt in the air and executed a perfect two-footed drop kick to his chest, sending him tumbling to the ground, with a loud cry of surprise and anguish. Meanwhile, the Boy Wonder had tackled the second robber, having already disarmed him with a well-placed Batarang. As the hoodlum bent over to retrieve his firearm from the street, Robin's knee came up to catch the criminal right on the point of his jaw. His eyes went glassy and, with a moan of pain, the hoodlum collapsed to the floor, unconscious. Robin spun about, just in time to see the third hoodlum, who must have been nearly six-feet tall, grab the Dark Damsel from behind, in a crushing bear hug, pinning both her arms to her sides. "Batgirl, watch out!" he cried, a moment too late. The muscle-bound hoodlum, hauled the curvaceous crime-fighter off her feet, and started to crush the heroine in a vise-like grip, while she desperately tried to squirm free. She managed to free one arm and slammed her elbow back into his gut. Even as the breath wheezed out of his lungs and his hold slackened, she half twisted, grabbed his head and threw him over her right hip. As he struck the pavement, with a loud thump, she turned toward the other six-feet plus hoodlum, who was just staggering back to his feet, gun in hand. "This is where you get yours, Bat-bitch!" he snarled, raising his gun and squeezing the trigger. Jenny saw the barrel rising, as if in slow motion, and desperately tried to sway to one side, but even the costumed vigilante could not out-maneuver a speeding bullet, it needed Superman to do that! With a shrill cry of pain, she jerked her head sideways and crumpled to the ground in an untidy heap. "Batgirl!" With a cry of fury, Robin tackled the giant gunman, like a pro footballer, ignoring the danger and bringing him to the ground before he had chance to aim and fire again. Robin knocked the gun from his grasp, before jumping astride him and pounding him senseless with both his gloved fists. "Bastard!" he screeched, as he pummeled the hoodlum into unconsciousness. After ensuring that the robbers were no longer a threat, Robin rushed over and knelt by the unconscious girl's side and cradled her head in his arms. Blood was trickling from a wound in the side of her left temple. "Jenny? Batgirl? Are you all right?" he cried, tears welling up in his eyes, behind his mask. The heroine moaned and her eyelashes fluttering, weakly. "Thank God, you're still alive! Must get you to a hospital!" Robin gasped. He quickly handcuffed the three robbers together and removed all their weapons, before picking up the near unconscious girl and gently placing her in the passenger seat of the Batmobile. Blood was steadily seeping from the nasty looking gash on the side of her forehead. "Must get her to the nearest hospital!" Robin mumbled, as he ran around and vaulted into the driver's seat. The Batmobile violated just about every Gotham City traffic ordinance, as it careered through the congested streets, heading for the Gotham City General. The Boy Wonder drove one-handed, as he informed the authorities about the cuffed criminal scum, back at the scene of the robbery, then glanced over at the deathly pale Dark Damsel. "Don't die on me, Jennifer!" he pleaded, tears glistening in his eyes. "Please don't die on me!" Sunday, 12:56 am Screeching to a halt outside the ER entrance of the health care facility, the Boy Wonder quickly stripped the Bat-costume off the unresisting heroine, leaving her clad in just a pair of skimpy panties, her only item of underwear. Jennifer had the most magnificent figure and her firm, young breasts were incredible! Robin shook his head, collecting his thoughts, and trying to ignore the painful bulge that had developed in his Robin-briefs. He hated to take advantage of the unconscious blonde, but this way, Jennifer's alternate persona would remain a secret, although he'd still have a lot of explaining to do, to the emergency medical staff. He quickly scooped her up, eliciting a low moan from her slack lips, as her head lolled back over his supporting shoulder. He hurried into the building with the blonde-haired girl in his arms. "Help me, this girl has been shot in the head!" he yelled, hoarsely. A nurse stepped forward and quickly checked the vital signs of the unconscious girl, ignoring her state of undress, before calling for a gurney. Two male orderlies took Barbara from his arms and gently lifted her onto the gurney. "Take her straight to the examination area and get the emergency physician to look at her!" the nurse barked, before turning back to Robin. "What happened, mister?" she enquired, tersely, eying the Boy Wonder, suspiciously. "I, ah, I don't really know?" Robin replied, blushing under her steely accusing gaze. "I just found the girl lying in the street, like that, and I, ah, I drove her straight here!" "That's a pretty far-fetched story, mister!" she snapped, loosing her professional cool for a moment. "How often do you think people stumble across naked females, who've been shot in the head, in the middle of the night? If we find she's been raped, you're gonna have to come up with a better alibi than that!" She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. "Now, if you'll come over to the front desk, we can start filling in the paperwork!" "Huh? Oh, yes, of course!" Sunday, 1:50 am Robin stood up from his uncomfortable chair in the waiting area, as a young nurse strode over to him. "Are you the person who brought in the gunshot victim?" she enquired, staring at his strange getup of red and green, with yellow cape and a stylized 'R' over his left breast. "Also, not many honest citizens of Gotham City go around wearing a mask?" she mused. The masked man nodded. "Is she going to die?" he asked, anxiously. She smiled, briefly, then shook her head. "Highly unlikely! The bullet just grazed the side of her forehead, so the wound probably looked much worse than it really is. We don't think it has fractured her skull, but she's down in X-ray right now, having that checked out, Mister...?" "Robin... the Boy Wonder!" he replied, automatically. The nurse's face lit up. "Of course! You're The Batman's sidekick, aren't you?" she gasped. "That explains the mask and the garish costume!" He nodded. "How serious is the girl's injury, nurse?" She pulled a face. "Too soon to tell, Boy Wonder, but all head injuries are potentially serious. Also, she has been heavily sedated, to stop her writhing about and doing any further damage to herself. The doctor has cleaned up the wound and bandaged it, but it will be several days before we know if there's any permanent damage!" She looked up over his shoulder and her eyes widened slightly. "The police have just arrived, Boy Wonder! They will need to question you. Sorry about that, but we always have to inform the local police, in the case of a gunshot wound!" "Oh, er, yes, thanks! I fully understand! Will I be able to see the victim?" She shook her head. "Not tonight! Maybe tomorrow?" Robin turned to face the two approaching uniformed officers, noting their grim faces and suspicious stares. Sunday, 2:04 am The uniformed cop leaned back in his chair, in the small office that the medical staff had temporarily provided for this interview. His companion stood with his back against the closed door. "Now, you say you know the victim, Boy Wonder?" he asked, frowning. Robin nodded. "Yes officer! Her name is Jennifer Goodbody! I believe she works for Barbara Gordon, the daughter of Police Commissioner James Gordon, at the Central Library." The police officer's eyebrows shot up, as he scribbled this information into his notebook. "And can you explain how Ms Goodbody arrived in the Emergency Room, naked..." he consulted his earlier notes, "apart from a pair of panties?" Robin shrugged his shoulders. "I have no idea, officer? You will have to ask Ms Goodbody that question, when she wakes up. She was already like that when I found her, sprawled out in the street, unconscious, with blood streaming from her head wound. I don't even own a gun. I'd just attended the scene of a jewel heist, close by, along with The Batgirl, where several shots were fired by the panic-stricken robbers, as they tried to escape. Perhaps the young lady was hit by a stray bullet, fired during the robbery?" "Hmm? That still doesn't explain how she ended up almost nude?" the policeman muttered, eying Robin, suspiciously. "Are you sure you can't throw any more light on this matter, Boy Wonder?" "Er, no! As I've already told you, officer, I stopped the Batmobile, placed her inside, then rushed her straight here to A and E! At no point did she recover consciousness" "What happened to The Batgirl? The Batmobile is only a two-seater vehicle, as I understand it?" "She, ah, she made her own way home, after we had apprehended the jewel thieves. I phoned the details through to police headquarters, including where to collect the three disarmed robbers, if you want to check out my story? I am a close friend of your Commissioner of Police!" "Hmm? Very well, that will be all for now. Thank you for your co-operation, Boy Wonder. We shall have to get the girl's version of events, when she wakes up! Perhaps she will be able to clear up this mystery? You may go... for the moment!" Batgirl: Amnesiac Angel Ch. 02 This is the fourth in my ongoing series of Batgirl stories, in which I try to explore the developing sexuality of her everyday counterpart, Barbara Gordon and her relationship with those around her, hopefully with a dash of excitement thrown in, for good measure. Grateful thanks to all those readers who have sent me feedback containing their suggestions and opinions. The storyline continues on from that of 'Batgirl Enhanced'. Warning! This fictional story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers, and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended. Chapter 2: Who Am I? Sunday, 2:24 am Brrring, brrring! Brrring, brrring! The beautiful red-haired girl groaned and rolled over in her bed. "Who the hell is calling me at this unearthly hour?" she muttered, blinking her eyes and focusing on the bedside alarm clock. The time was 2:25 am, and she'd only gotten to bed a half-hour earlier. She sat up, the sheet falling away to reveal that she was naked, at least from the waist up. She had a gorgeous figure, with superbly shaped, round breasts, with large, well-formed areolas, thanks in part, to the wonders of cosmetic surgery. She reached for the telephone on the bedside table. "Hello?" she said, a little abruptly. "Barbara, it's Robin!" "Robin?" Barbara Gordon felt a sudden thrill of apprehension. Something was wrong! She pulled the sheet aside and sat up straight on the edge of the bed, thus proving, conclusively, that she slept in the raw. "What's happened?" "It's Jen, Barbara! She's... She's been shot, during an armed robbery!" "WHAT?" Barbara's big green eyes opened wide and she clutched at her breast. "Is... Is she all right?" she gasped. "Tell me!" "I-I think she's going to be okay, Barbara! She's currently in the Gotham City General! That's where I'm phoning you from." Barbara jumped to her feet, her shapely naked breasts bouncing against her ribcage. "I'm on my way, Boy Wonder! Which ward is Jenny in?" she yelled into the receiver, while peering around, looking for her discarded panties. "Hold your horses, Barbara! She's still unconscious and there's no way she's going to be allowed any visitors yet! I'll phone you later, when I know more!" Barbara sat back down, heavily, on the bed, her face a picture of misery. Suddenly she straightened up and threw back her shoulders. "Look Dick, I'm damned if I'm going to sit around here, waiting for the telephone to ring!" she snapped, angrily. "Jen is my best friend, after all! I'll see you in the waiting area, as soon as I can get over there!" City General was only about a 30 minute drive away from her apartment. "Okay, Barbara! I'm really, really sorry about this! I tried to warn..." "Yeah, sure! Must go!" Barbara cut him off, abruptly. She slammed down the receiver, and scrambled around, grabbing the first street clothes that came to hand. "No time for make-up or that elusive underwear!" she muttered, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to flood out. She pulled on her street clothes, then grabbed the keys to her BMW, and headed for the underground parking lot. Sunday, 2:37 am Police Commissioner Jim Gordon replaced the telephone on its cradle and stared into space, ashen-faced. "Anything wrong, Commissioner?" enquired the uniformed officer standing beside his desk, in a distinctly Irish brogue. Normally, neither policeman would be on duty at this time of the morning, but there had been an attempted major jewel robbery, a little earlier in the evening, that had brought them both back in. You didn't become a cop, if you wanted to work regular hours! "What?" The Commissioner of Police blinked, and then looked up at his second in command. "It... It was bad news, Chief! My daughter's friend, Jennifer Goodbody, the cute blonde, has just been admitted to hospital, suffering from a gunshot wound to the head! That was the Boy Wonder on the phone! He's already over there!" "Begorra! Is the poor lass going to be alright, Jim?" gasped O'Hara, the concern in his voice, apparent. "The gunshot wound is fairly superficial, thank the Lord, but Jennifer is suffering from a mild concussion! She's such a sweet, good-natured girl, Chief! She's about the last person you'd think would ever become a victim of violent crime!" He sighed, getting to his feet. "Barbara must be feeling awful, the poor child? I must get over there, right away, Chief! Can I leave you to keep the lid on things here, while I'm away?" "To be sure! Get on yer way, Commissioner! I'll ensure that the wheels of justice remain well oiled!" replied his second in command, giving his superior a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. The grey-haired policeman stepped from behind his desk and headed for the office door. "Thanks, Chief! I knew I could rely on you, old friend!" Sunday, 3:02 am Jim Gordon strode through the double doors of the Emergency Room, briefly peered around, then hurried over to the front desk, waving his police badge, a little pompously, at the pretty, uniformed nurse who was on night duty. "Commissioner James Gordon, GCPD!" he snapped. "I believe you have recently admitted a young woman suffering from a gunshot wound?" Completely, unfazed, the nurse, who's name was 'Sue', according to a name badge pinned to her uniform front, calmly flicked through the admissions book in front of her, even though she knew who he was talking about. "That IS correct, Commissioner; a Ms Jennifer Goodbody! She was admitted at..." "I'm a close friend of Ms. Goodbody! May I see the young lady, please?" The nurse's eyebrows shot up. "Well, she IS still pretty groggy, Commis..." "Jim?" Her words were cut short by a shout, as Robin hurried over to the counter. "Boy Wonder? Thank goodness you're still here!" the grey-haired policeman gasped. "How is Jennifer?" "They wouldn't let me see her, Commissioner, but I understand that the young lady has had a very lucky escape? The bullet merely grazed her forehead, apparently!" "That IS good news!" Suddenly, the Commissioner saw his daughter, barge through the outer doors, over the Boy Wonder's shoulder, looking tired, haggard and very distraught. "Barbara, I'm so sorry, dear! You must be feeling terrible?" he greeted, grabbing her hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Oh, daddy, I hope she's going to be all right?" wailed the tearful redhead, burying her face into his shoulder. "I'm sure she..." "If I could get a word in, edgewise?" nurse Sue interrupted, with a slight frown. "S-Sorry, Nurse!" replied the policeman, going red around the ears, as he hastily withdrew his hand from where it had come to rest, on Barbara's shapely derriere. "The victim is still very groggy, Commissioner, but owing to the, ah, unusual circumstances, I am willing to allow you, your daughter, and the Boy Wonder here, a few minutes with Ms Goodbody, provided that you have a word with the doctor first, and that he concurs!" They all nodded and were immediately escorted to the same small office that had been used for Robin's earlier interview. A white-coated emergency physician, with a stethoscope about his neck, arose and shook their hands and exchanged introductions, before exchanging a few private words with nurse Sue. He then sat back down and regarded the anxious trio. "Physically, Ms Goodbody is in excellent health," he began. "The bullet only grazed her cranium in passing! This superficial wound should soon heal up. The stitches will dissolve, leaving only the slightest of scars, if any!" "Thank goodness!" exclaimed the relieved policeman. A faint tremulous smile appeared on Barbara's full red lips, and the Boy Wonder looked equally pleased. "That is the GOOD news! Unfortunately, Ms. Goodbody appears to be suffering from amnesia, as a result of the gunshot!" the medic added. "Amnesia, that's loss of memory, isn't it?" exclaimed Robin, with a frown. "Correct, Boy Wonder! I'm afraid Ms Goodbody cannot recall the events leading up to her shooting, or anything else, for that matter!" "But she will recover her memory eventually, won't she?" exclaimed the horrified redhead. "In most cases, the amnesia is short lived, Ms Gordon. Everyday normal things tend to trigger memories, and the mind gradually recovers all or most of the lost information!" "How long will that take, doctor?" enquired the Boy Wonder, anxiously. "Days, weeks, months maybe, occasionally years?" the medic replied, with a shrug. "We have no way of knowing, for sure? She may NEVER recover her memory, but that worst-case scenario is highly unlikely!" he added, with a reassuring smile. "Provided someone is willing to keep an eye on her, she should be able to go home, in a day or two! The nurse will show you all to Ms Goodbody's bedside, Police Commissioner!" They all stood up and shook hands with him. "Thank you, doctor!" Barbara mumbled, tears glistening in her big green eyes. "Yes, thanks, Doc!" added Robin. "This way, folks!" The nurse turned and led them down the hallway. Sunday, 3:20 am Jenny was sitting up in bed, with several pillows propping her up, as they entered the private hospital room. She had a white gauze bandage wrapped around her head, with a small red bloodstain indicating the position of the wound, and she still looked very pale and weak. She was wearing a pair of pale-blue, hospital issue pajamas. She frowned, as the three visitors and the nurse approached her bedside. "Jennifer, dear, how are you feeling?" exclaimed the lovely, if a little windblown, redhead, clutching her right hand and leaning in, to kiss her on the cheek. Jennifer jerked her face away. "Who the hell are you, sister?" she gasped, with a apprehensive look on her lovely face. "Jen, it's me, Barbara!" the female replied, tears glistening in her big green eyes. "Don't you know me?" The blonde bombshell vigorously shook her head. "I don't know any of you from Adam!" she retorted, before switching her gaze to the costumed figure of Robin, the Boy Wonder. "Who's the weirdo in the circus clown's outfit," she asked, "and why is he wearing a mask?" "This is Robin, the Boy Wonder, dear! He's one half of the Dynamic Duo," the Commissioner explained. "He's the person who found you, and brought you to this hospital!" "Looks more like some sort of pervert to me," she retorted, eying Robin, disdainfully. "Why else would he be wearing his underwear on the outside? As for his color co-ordination... Yuck!" The Boy Wonder blushed a deep shade of red. "I really will have to get a costume upgrade," he promised himself. "Are you all right, Jennifer?" he enquired, anxiously. "You were creased by a bullet and seem to have lost your memory!" Jenny rewarded Batman's young sidekick, with a baleful glare. "So I've been told, sugar!" she replied. "Hopefully, it's only temporary? Who the hell shot me, anyway, and why?" "We're not sure, Jennifer, but it seems as if you may have been the innocent victim of an armed robbery that took place close by? You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time!" Jim Gordon explained, patiently. "The weirdest thing was that you were naked, apart from your, um, underwear, when the Boy Wonder found you? The doctor has assured me that there was no evidence of you having been raped, or any obvious signs of sexual molestation!" "Hmm? That probably explains why I'm stark naked under these pajamas," Jenny replied, unbuttoning her top and pulling it apart, to emphasis her words. Both men's eyes almost popped out of their heads, as her shapely 35b breasts bounced into view, with their large areolas and prominent nipples. They were the most magnificent pair of boobs that the commissioner had ever seen, with the possible exception of Batgirl's. Robin had seen them before, of course. "Er, yes dear, you've proved your point! You can put them away now!" the police officer said, with an embarrassed grin. "Have you been able to remember anything at all yet, Ms Goodbody?" asked the blonde-haired nurse, Sue, easing her patient forward to plump up her pillows. "Not a damned thing, honey!" replied the blue-eyed blonde, buttoning up her pajama top, much to the young nurse's disappointment. "Perhaps you should call the cops?" "I am a cop, er, a policeman, Jennifer, dear!" Jim Gordon explained, gently. "I'm the Commissioner of Police, and this is my daughter, and your best friend, Barbara Gordon! The Boy Wonder here is a private investigator... of sorts!" "Well, it's about time you and the pixie here, pulled your fingers out, and found the bastard who shot me!" Jennifer retorted, her eyes sparking, angrily. "The sight of the son-of-a-bitch's ugly mug, just might just be the trigger I need, to bring back my lost memory?" "I think it's time you folk were leaving!" nurse Sue insisted, before the flabbergasted law officer could reply. "Ms Goodbody is still very weak! She needs all the rest she can get!" "Huh? Oh yes, of course, nurse! How thoughtless of me," Jim Gordon replied, blushing slightly. "I shall pop by tomorrow, Jennifer dear, when you're feeling more your old self! Hopefully, by then, you can shed some light on this mystery?" "I shall also pop in to see you, tomorrow," Barbara added, leaning forward to kiss the blonde on the cheek, then pulling away, as the patient jerked her head to one side. "Yeah, yeah, sure, old-timer, Ms Gordon, Boy Wonder! See ya!" Jenny watched the three visitors exit the room, along with the nurse, before sliding a hand into the front of her pajama pants. "Speaking of feeling myself?" she murmured, her stiffened fingers rubbing, urgently against her pussy. "Mmmm! Aaahh! I thought they would NEVER leave!" Sunday, 3:33 am As they walked down the hallway, the Commissioner turned to Robin. "Did you notice anything unusual about Jennifer, Boy Wonder?" "Apart from her amnesia you mean?" Jim nodded. "Well, she did look a little pale and weak." "Didn't you think she was acting a little out of character... a little too brash and... uncouth?" "Hmm, now that you mention it, I did notice a hint of sarcasm in some of her comments, but I put that down to the trauma, Commissioner!" "I'm sure she's still feeling a little confused and frustrated, daddy," Barbara added, squeezing his hand. "That probably explains any uncharacteristic behavior?" "Hmm, I hope you're right, dear!" Sunday, 3:36 am Shortly after her two visitors had departed, nurse Sue returned, carrying a large hypodermic syringe in a stainless steel basin on a tray, thus forcing Jenny to guiltily withdraw her fingers from her now sopping pussy. The nurse placed the basin on the bedside table, then turned and drew the privacy curtains closed, around the bed. Jennifer thought this a rather strange thing to do, considering she was the only patient in the room! As Nurse Townsend filled the syringe with a blue liquid from a small vial, Jennifer glanced over at her, nervously. "What's that for, nurse?" she asked, with a slight frown on her lovely face. "Nothing to worry about! Just something to help you sleep, Ms Goodbody!" Sue replied, with a disarming smile. She pushed up the girl's pajama sleeve and rubbed an alcohol soaked swab over an area of skin on her upper arm. "You won't feel a thing!" she murmured, with a reassuring smile, before inserting the needle into a vein and injecting the contents of the syringe into the blonde's bloodstream. Within seconds, Jenny felt herself growing groggy and her eyes fluttered closed. As she drifted into unconsciousness, she thought she felt the nurse's hands on her body, unfastening and pulling off her pajama top. -oOo- Sue Townsend had wanted Jennifer, ever since she'd been brought into A & E, naked apart from a skimpy pair of sheer panties. The petite blonde was absolutely gorgeous, and Sue found herself growing wet, every time she looked at her, especially when she'd insisted on giving the new patient a bed bath. Once the injection had started to take affect, and the girl had started to drift off to sleep, Sue quickly stepped out of her shoes and stripped off her uniform, to reveal that she was otherwise naked, apart from her fishnet stockings, garter belt and hat. She pulled aside the bedsheet and expertly removed Jenny's pajama bottoms, before climbing astride the prone figure and inserting the one end of a double-headed, Latex dildo, in the patient's pussy. She eased the other end into her own vagina, with a sigh of pleasure, then started to lower herself onto the girl, forcing the huge dildoes deeper inside both the girl and herself. When all nine-inches were firmly embedded in both twats, Sue started to rhythmically raise and lower her hips, sliding the thick phallus in and out of their cunts, with practiced ease, never quite releasing her grip on the embedded pseudo cock. "Mmmm! Ooohh, yes, yessss!" she hissed, arching her back and forcing the shaft to saw back and forth against the most sensitive part of her, now slick, vulva wall. "You have no idea how much I needed this!" She reached out and took the girl's modestly sized, but beautifully shaped breasts in her clawed hands, squeezing them, viciously, before thumbing the already prominent nipples into full erection. "Mmmm, you are sooh gorgeous, my sweet," she murmured, as she started to squeeze and stretch the highly elastic teats. "Aaaahhhhh! Oooohhhhh!" the patient gasped, arching her back up off the bed, her eyes still closed. Sue paused in mid-downstroke, as the naked girl moaned and squirmed beneath her, afraid she might regain full consciousness, but the blonde settled down once more, a beatific smile on her lovely lips. The lesbian nurse resumed her gentle fucking, feeling the much-wanted orgasm starting to build, in the pit of her belly. She started to pant in time with each thrust. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..." As she felt herself rushing toward her climax, the girl beneath her started to buck her hips upward, rising to meet each down thrust, as she too, approached her orgasm, despite her near unconscious state. Sue clung on to the girl's nipples, pulling and stretching them, as she rode her bucking hips, like a cowpoke riding a wild stallion. "Yes, yesss, oh yesssss!" she hissed, as she started to cum, her secretions oozing out from her tightly stretched labia and running down the dildo, to coat Jennifer's mons and tightly-stretched pussy lips. With a final shudder of pleasure, Sue leant in and kissed Jennifer on the mouth, then rose up off the dildo and dismounted her lovely patient. After removing the dildo from the blonde's widely-stretched pussy, she cleaned them both up with medical wipes, and then hurriedly slipped on her uniform and buttoned it up. Just as she was finishing dressing the girl in her pajamas, Jenny started to wake up. "Huh? Where am I? What's happening to me?" Jennifer gasped her head lolling from side to side. Her eyes fluttered open, to see a nurse bending over her. "Wha'?" Sue smiled at her, like a cat that had just drank the cream. "Hush now, dear! You must have been having a dream?" She drew the blanket up to the patient's chin. "Now, try to get some sleep, there's a good girl!" "Uh huh!" Jennifer responded, with a sigh of relief, closing her eyes and pretending to fall asleep. -oOo- As soon as the nurse had left the room, Jenny slipped a hand into her pajama pants, and then pushed a finger passed her swollen, still tingling labia, into her warm, wet pussy. When she brought the finger up before her eyes, it glistened with fresh girl cum! Her nose had not deceived her. The room stank of SEX! Batgirl: Amnesiac Angel Ch. 03 This is the fourth in my ongoing series of Batgirl stories, in which I try to explore the developing sexuality of her everyday counterpart, Barbara Gordon and her relationship with those around her, hopefully with a dash of excitement thrown in, for good measure. Grateful thanks to all those readers who have sent me feedback containing their suggestions and opinions. The storyline continues on from that of 'Batgirl Enhanced'. Warning! This fictional story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers, and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended. Adventures Of Batgirl: Amnesiac Angel Chapter 3: An Unwanted Visitor Sunday, 11: 22 am Batman and Robin both looked up from the screen of the Bat-computer, as the familiar figure of Batgirl slid down a fireman's pole, into the subterranean cavern that was the Batcave. She was clad in her standard, Kevlar reinforced, black Latex catsuit, tight fitting calf-length boots, short cape and cowl, with the bat symbol emblazoned across her chest. "Barbara, are you sure you should be back in harness, so soon after your recent ordeal?" exclaimed the Caped Crusader, a frown of disapproval marring his ruggedly handsome features. The gorgeous redhead hurried over to her fellow masked vigilantes and assumed her famous heroine pose; legs apart, chest thrust forward with shoulders back, her gloved hands resting on pleasantly flaring hips. "That's almost word for word what Alfred just asked me," she replied, with a cheerful grin. "I'm fine, Bruce! Anyway, I thought you were supposed to be in Metropolis, attending some high-powered business convention or other?" "I was, but as soon as Dick informed me about Sparrow's gunshot wound, I hopped on the first available flight back! The Boy Wonder has subsequently informed me that Jenny is relatively unharmed, thank goodness, but that she is suffering from a worrying loss of memory!" "Yes, poor girl! It's all my fault, I should never have let her talk me into letting her join the team!" "Nonsense, Barbara, you had no choice in the matter! She is a very strong-willed young lady. Anyway, I'm sure Jenny will make a full recovery, in due course!" "We were just looking up the details of the scum who shot her," added the Boy Wonder. "He's safely under lock and key, by the way, looking at a long prison sentence for attempted murder! Jennifer will have to testify against him in court, when his trial comes up, of course!" "Of course! Anything on the guy?" Robin glanced at the computer display. "Yeah! According to this, he's a low-life by the name of Tony Lambergo, or 'Snake' to his friends. Spent much of his criminal career mugging little old ladies, and has only recently moved up into the big league of armed robbery. Worked for the Penguin at one time! Already spent a couple of short stretches in the state penitentiary! Probably one of those punks who feel emasculated, unless they have a large caliber weapon in their pants!" he added, bitterly. Batman frowned at his partner, unsure whether his young colleague had meant the 'double entendre'. "The full weight of the law will come down on him this time, old friend!" he replied, in a soothing tone. Robin went red in the face. "Yes, you're right, of course, Batman!" he mumbled. "I shall be visiting Jen tomorrow evening, after work!" Batgirl added. "You guys are welcome to tag along, if you want to?" "I'll take you up on that offer," Bruce replied, with a grin, "but Dick will be tied up, swatting for a maths exam!" "Aw, Bruce, can't I give it a miss, just this once?" The Caped Crusader shook his head. "Education is everything, old pal! Anyway, two visitors will be more than enough. We don't want to tire out the poor girl, do we?" Barbara giggled. "I don't think I've ever seen Dick TIED UP before," she said, giving the Boy Wonder a saucy wink and causing him to blush, furiously. Monday, 7:05 pm "Ms Goodbody is still a little drowsy from her medication," explained Nurse Townsend, as she escorted Barbara and Bruce to Jennifer's private hospital room. "Otherwise she seems to be recovering perfectly... apart from the memory loss of course, but hopefully that will prove to be just a temporary problem!" "When will she be well enough to be discharged?" enquired the debonair multi-millionaire. Bruce Wayne was wearing a smart grey business suit and was carrying a bouquet of long stemmed red roses. "Hmm, it all depends on whether there is someone willing to look after her, in the short term? I believe Ms Goodbody normally lives on her own?" Bruce and Barbara had been discussing the situation on the way over, and had decided that Jen should move in with Barbara, as soon as she was well enough. There was always the risk that the poor girl might accidentally reveal details about her fellow crime-busters, while the doctors were trying to help her recover her memory! Also, both were in agreement, that the familiar surroundings of Barbara's apartment, as well as the familiar company, could only be of help, in the quest for her lost memory. "Yes, that is the case!" Barbara confirmed, nodding. "Jennifer's parents are both deceased! She does have a younger brother, but he is a paraplegic. I understand he's in a nursing home and requires constant medical attention, 24/7! I would be more than willing to look after Jennifer though! She IS my best friend, as well as a co-worker at the central library!" "In that case, I'm sure the doctor would be willing to discharge Ms Goodbody, say, tomorrow evening... assuming that there are no medical complications in the meantime?" Sue replied, with a forced smile. "Oh, by the way, if the patient starts rambling on about any weird incidents, please ignore her. It will just be a hallucinatory side affects of her medication and is perfectly normal, in the circumstances!" "Thank you, nurse, we fully understand," Bruce replied, with a dazzling smile, guaranteed to melt the heart of just about any female. He was generally regarded as the most eligible bachelor in Gotham. This time though, the old Wayne magic didn't seem to have the requisite affect! Barbara saw the puzzled look on his handsome face, and hid a smile behind her hand. "Looks like the old Bruce Wayne charm is beginning to lose its potency," she whispered to him, with a barely concealed giggle. "Hrump!" Bruce was spared any further embarrassment, as they arrived at Jennifer's room, and they followed their escort inside. "Visitors for you, Ms Goodbody!" announced Nurse Townsend, standing aside for them to enter. "Try not to over-tax the young lady!" she added, in a stern voice. Monday, 8:15 pm "What are ya gonna do about the girl, Snake?" Tony Lambergo looked over at his fellow jewel robber, Miguel Sanchez, with an ugly scowl on his already ugly features. "There's only one thing I can do," he snarled. "Kill the bitch! Next time I won't miss!" Tony had recovered consciousness, just in time to see the Boy Wonder bundle the unconscious Bat-cunt into the Batmobile. He'd heard Robin yell somethin' like "Gotta get you to the nearest hospital!" before jumping into the driver's seat and screeching off into the night, flames shooting from the rear turbo of the Batmobile. Unfortunately, when he'd tried to get up, Snake had found he was securely handcuffed to his two unconscious companions, who were, in turn, chained to a nearby streetlight! Before he'd been able to figure a way out of this mess, the cops had turned up and hauled the three of them off to jail, all three loudly protesting their innocence. They'd been charged with armed robbery and attempted murder, but since the Batgirl had disappeared, the latter charge was unlikely to stick. Thanks to a clever, but expensive, shyster lawyer, they had been able to get out on bail, but Snake knew that if the Dark Damsel came forward to give evidence at his trial, he would almost certainly be charged with attempted murder, and be facing a long stretch in the pokey! "Where did ya put that copy of the Gotham Gazette?" he growled, peering around. "Here it is!" Miguel tossed the folded newspaper over, then lit up a joint and sucked the smoke deep into his lungs. Snake flicked through the first couple of pages. "Yeah, here it is!" he exclaimed. He re-read the news item entitled 'Another Innocent Victim of Street Crime': 'Late last night, another citizen fell victim to the lawlessness that is sweeping the streets of Gotham City. A Ms. Jennifer Goodbody, was shot while innocently walking in the financial district of the city. The unfortunate victim was probably hit by a stray bullet from an armed robbery that was taking place at Harry Rhinestone's, the world famous jewelry store on Twenty-Third Street (see page 12 for the full story). A passing 'Good Samaritan' paused to help the victim, and then rushed her off to Gotham City General, A & E. An unusual aspect of the case, is that the gunshot victim was found almost nude, and may have suffered some form of sexual assault, AFTER she was shot, but this has yet to be confirmed. Our reporter was unable to trace the citizen who helped her. Ms. Goodbody, a twenty-two year old research assistant at the Gotham City Central Library, appears to be suffering from amnesia, but otherwise suffered only a minor gunshot wound. So far, she has been unable to help the police with their investigation. Police Commissioner James Gordon has insisted that the city is no more crime-ridden than any other similar sized metropolis on the Eastern seaboard, and that the...' "It's gotta be the same dame!" Tony exclaimed, casting the newspaper aside. "What are the chances of two bitches getting shot on the same night, in the same part of the city?" "How the fuck should I know, Snake? I ain't no rocket scientist!" Miguel retorted, with a shrug, before taking another long drag on his grass. "Hey, this is good stuff!" he informed his muscular companion. "You should try some!" "This Jennifer Goodbody dame, MUST be the Batgirl!" Tony retorted, excitedly. "I think I'll have to pay the patient a little visit, before the bitch starts rememberin' anything!" Tuesday, 5:29 pm Jennifer, her pajama bottoms pushed down about her knees, lay in bed, under the covers, pleasuring herself, with the stiffened fingers of her right hand sawing back and forth against her swollen labia. "Aaahh! Aaahh! Oh yes, yesss!" she gasped, as she sensed her rapidly approaching orgasm. "Oooohh..." Her eyes flew wide open and she pulled her hand away, as she heard the faintest click of the door catch. She raised her head, resting her upper torso on her elbows, as she watched the door swing inward, expecting to see one of the medical staff enter. Instead, an ugly, unshaven male face, peered around the edge of the door. He looked vaguely familiar. "I-I think you've got the wrong room, buster!" she snapped, pulling the bedsheet up to her chin, in a reflex movement. The stranger, having confirmed that the coast was clear, stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, a big grin on his ugly features. "Get the hell outta here, or I shall ring for the nurse!" Jenny cried, becoming increasingly alarmed, as he ignored her warning and approached her bed. Her hand reached for the emergency call button, alongside her pillow. He lunged forward and yanked the connecting cable out of the wall socket behind her, a split second before her thumb hit the red button. "Now, now, Batgirl, is this any way to treat an old friend?" he murmured, with a confident grin. She tried to struggle up into a sitting position, but a meaty hand clasped her around the throat. His other hand yanked the bed sheet aside and he climbed astride her, noting the pajama bottoms at half-mast. "Who's been a naughty girl?" he added, with a lewd smirk. "Get the fuck off me!" Jenny croaked, writhing beneath him, and trying to beat him off with both fists. Tony released his throat hold and grabbed both her wrists, pressing them into the pillow, behind her head, while sitting on her upper thighs to restrict her writhing. "Don't ya know me, Bat-bitch?" he snarled. "I-I've never seen you before, in all my life!" she gasped, even as Tony transferred both her wrists to one meaty hand, freeing up the other. "Help! Hel...." Her cry was cut off, as he slammed his other hand over her open mouth. "Now that was stupid, real stupid!" he snarled, quickly yanking the drawstring out of the waist of her pajamas. "Try anything like that again and I shall be forced to kill you!" "Wha'... what do you want?" Jenny gasped, in a terrified squeak, as he quickly bound her wrists together, above her head. "Just a little chat," he replied, his gaze lingering on her partially unbuttoned pajama top. "What have you told the cops about the jewel robbery?" "N-Nothing!" she gasped, as she felt his hands unfastening the two remaining buttons of her top. "I-I can't remember anything that happened b-before I was shot, so how could I?" "How come you wuz naked as a jaybird, when they brought you in here?" His hands were now busy fondling her breasts, flicking the nipples into hard little points. "She sure has got nice tits!" he mused, kneading them, savagely. "Aaahh! I d-don't know?" she gasped. "Please Mister, lemme go!" Snake was satisfied that the bitch was telling the truth, but he would still have to kill her, in case she got her memory back, but first... "One yell and you're dead meat!" he snarled, rising up slightly, so he could yank off her pajama bottoms. She swallowed hard and nodded. "This guy looks a mean son of a bitch," she decided. "He looks like he means every word!" Tony knelt between her thighs and unzipped his pants, freeing his erection. It had been straining to burst free for some time. He gripped it in one meaty fist and jerked off a couple of times, to ensure it had attained its full eight inches. "You're gonna have the best fuck of your life, Bat-bitch!" he snarled. "And the last one!" he added, under his breath, with a soundless chuckle. Clutching her buttocks, he raised her up and positioned his cock head at the entrance to her vagina. Then, with a sudden surge of his hips, he entered her fully. Jennifer gasped with pain, at the sudden intrusion, but he gave her no time to adjust to her meaty intruder, as he started pistoning in and out of her. He was soon grunting from his efforts. Tuesday, 5:45 pm Barbara paused at the door to Jennifer's private room and frowned. There were strange sounds coming from within! It sounded like the creaking of bedsprings, accompanied by low animal-like grunting noises. She had come to take Jennifer back to her place, and was carrying a plastic carrier bag containing a full set of Jenny's street clothes. She placed the bag on the floor and wrapped on the door, with the knuckles of her right hand. "Jen, are you decent?" she called. "Barbara! Help! Help m...." came a terrified cry from within, which was suddenly cut short. Without further thought, Barbara turned the handle and barged in, just in time to see an ugly stranger scramble off the bed, holding the near-naked girl in front of him, like some sort of human shield. Jenny was naked from the waist down, and her pajama jacket was hanging wide open, displaying her firm breasts. Her attacker had one arm wrapped around her slim waist, the other hand holding a wicked looking knife blade to her exposed throat. His pants were pooled around his ankles, so it was obvious what he'd been up to, before the interruption. "One false move and the bitch gets it!" the big guy warned, wild-eyed. Barbara's eyes glittered, angrily, but she knew when she was on the losing side. She raised her hands, palms outward, signifying her acquiescence. "Now, don't do anything you're gonna regret!" she told him, quietly. "Just let the girl go!" She had just realized who the man was. She'd seen his picture on the TV News. He was one of the three guys who'd carried out that jewel heist, the one where Jen had got shot! "Strip!" he snarled. "What?" "You heard me bitch, STRIP!" Tony knew that if he was going to get away, it had to be fast, and the determined looking redhead in front of him, would be far less inclined to chase after him, if she was nude. "C'mon move your ass, or the slut gets it!" he snapped, seeing Barbara hesitate. Reluctantly, Barbara removed her jacket and shirt followed by her skirt, her eyes never once leaving the man. She stood there, facing him, in just her lacy undergarments. "And the rest!" he snapped, ogling her shapely charms. Barbara sighed. She had no choice, if she was going to save Jenny. She unclipped her bra and pulled it off, letting it drop to the floor. "Nice tits!" he commented. "Now the panties!" Barbara slowly wiggled out of her thong panties, and then stepped out of them, leaving her clad in just her high-heels and hose. "Satisfied?" she asked, coolly. The man's eyes glittered as he ran them over her physical attributes. "Yeah, that will do nicely! Now, move away from the door!" Barbara did so, hands raised, as he started shuffling toward the exit, keeping Jenny between them. Barbara slowly lowered her right hand and moved it to her crotch. "Oh, yeah!" she groaned, as she started slipping her index finger in and out, between her prominent outer labia and squirming her hips, sexily. "Huh?" Snake's mouth dropped open, as he gawped at her, wide-eyed. He couldn't believe what the red haired dame was doing! Jenny had been waiting for just such a lapse of concentration. Her still tied hands knocked his knife hand away from her throat, even as she half-twisted in his clutches and slammed her left elbow back into his gut. As the air whistled from his lungs, and his grasp loosened about her waist, she dropped and rolled away, across the floor. Barbara took two paces forward, half turned, raised her one leg, and smashed her stiletto heel into his crotch, piercing his scrotum. He let out a shriek of agony and clutched at his balls, slowly sinking to his knees, even as her other shapely leg swung up in an arc, and she kicked him under the jaw, with every ounce of power she could muster. There was a sickening crack, and he gave a surprised grunt, and pitched, face forward, onto the floor, out for the count. A pool of blood quickly started to form beneath him. Barbara stared down at him, panting from her exertions, hands on her hips, apparently oblivious to her state of undress. "That looks like a nasty wound!" she said, to no-one in particular, then looked up and smiled at the wide-eyed Jennifer. "Good thing this is a hospital!" "That... That was a pretty nifty bit of footwork!" Jenny exclaimed, smiling back, with nervous relief. "You weren't so bad yourself!" Barbara replied, returning the compliment, with a grin. "I-I think he was going to k-kill me, once he'd had his way with m-me!" the blonde stammered, rushing over and embracing Barbara, her bound wrists slipping behind the redhead's neck and their naked breasts squashing up against one another. "Thank goodness you arrived when you did!" Her heavy-lidded eyes dropped to Barbara's scarlet lips, and she suddenly moved in and kissed her rescuer, impulsively. "Thank you!" she said, a little embarrassed, as they parted. Barbara extracted Jenny's still bound wrists from behind her neck. "I think we'd better get you untied, young lady! Then we'd better both get dressed! Then I think we should call security, and get this piece of trash hauled off to jail!" Jennifer nodded, wide-eyed. "The doctor says you're ready to be discharged! You're staying at my place, until you're fully recovered, by the way." Jennifer nodded again. Oh, by the way, I hope you like the selection of clothes I've brought you?" Barbara added, with a twinkle in her eye, as she stepped into her thong panties and wiggled them up over her hips, thus hiding her pretty, pouting pussy from the disappointed blonde's eyes. Batgirl: Amnesiac Angel Ch. 04 This is the fourth in my ongoing series of Batgirl stories, in which I try to explore the developing sexuality of her everyday counterpart, Barbara Gordon and her relationship with those around her, hopefully with a dash of excitement thrown in, for good measure. Grateful thanks to all those readers who have sent me feedback containing their suggestions and opinions. The storyline continues on from that of 'Batgirl Enhanced'. Warning! This fictional story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers, and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended. Chapter 4: Letting The Cat Out Of The Bag Tuesday, 7:07 pm Barbara tucked Jennifer up, and smiled at the lovely young blonde stretched out on the couch. The nurse had removed the dressing from about Jenny's forehead, before they had left the hospital, and the relatively small scar appeared to be healing up nicely. Jen would have to return later, to ensure the sutures had dissolved properly and that there was no infection of the wound, but that was just routine. Barbara had lent Jennifer one of her baby-doll nighties, until they could return to Jenny's apartment and collect a few more items of clothing. "Try to get some sleep, honey," she murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair from Jennifer's forehead. "Those two sleeping tablets I gave you, should start to kick in, in a few minutes? I'll see you in the morning, before I go to work." She lent forward and kissed Jenny on the forehead. "'Night!" "G'night!" Jennifer mumbled, her heavy eyelids already starting to droop. Barbara stood their watching the young blonde, until she was certain she was sound asleep, and then crept into the bedroom. Normally, she would have allowed the patient to sleep in her bed, but this would have severely restricted her nocturnal activities. She pressed the hidden button under the dresser and watched it silently swing inward, together with the narrow section of wall that hid the secret passage, that led down to the compact hidden ground level garage, at the rear of the apartment block. She unhooked her Batcostume from the back of the panel, then turned and tossed it onto the bed, as the dresser swung back into place. She uttered a loud sigh, as she started to strip off her street clothes, and then sat on the edge of the mattress to finally remove her shoes and stockings. She then pulled on the black, Kevlar reinforced, Latex catsuit, smoothing it down over her legs and hips, and positioning the armor comfortably over her boobs, before zipping up the full length fastener in back. She slipped on the calf-length boots, then stood up and walked over to the dresser mirror and touched up her make-up, including using a liberal quantity of her trademark dark-purple Bat-lipstick. She used a tissue to blot off the excess, then clipped her short Bat-cape about her neck. Finally, she pulled on the combined mask and cowl, tucking a few stray wisps of hair beneath the built in wig. She then stood for a moment, hands on flared hips, admiring her stunning, five-feet nine-inch reflection in the mirror. "You'll do!" she murmured, then reached for the hidden button again. Moments later, having grabbed her utility belt off a hook in the passageway, she disappeared down the narrow stairwell, to the ground-level garage and her powerful Batgirl motorcycle. -oOo- Arkham Asylum was a grim looking place, in the light of day, but at night, illuminated by moonlight, it looked even more foreboding! Situated in a wooded area, just to the north of Gotham City, the Victorian style building had been deeded to a Doctor Amadeus Arkham by his late mother, and converted, in 1921, to house the criminally insane. The Asylum had been the first facility of its kind in Gotham County. Dr Arkham, a vigorous social reformer, had been appalled by conditions in the Gotham penal system, where those who were mentally ill, and therefore not legally responsible for their actions, were incarcerated side-by-side with hardened career criminals. He was determined to do something about this situation. To that end, he transformed his ancestral home into a high-security mental facility, and staffed it with some of the most prominent psychologists and physicians of his era! Ironically, one of Arkham's first inmates was one 'Mad Dog' Martin Hawkins, who had been arrested and tried for the brutal murder of Amadeus Arkham's own wife and infant daughter, then found not guilty, by reason of insanity. It was to Dr. Arkham's everlasting credit, that he treated Hawkins with great concern and compassion, right up to his accidental electrocution, barely two months after his initial incarceration. In 1929, just six days after the now-legendary Wall Street stock market crash, Dr. Arkham, who had lost his entire fortune in the crash, apparently went berserk, and was subdued and arrested while attempting to electrocute his stockbroker. Found not guilty by reason of insanity, Amadeus Arkham was committed to his own asylum, where he spent the remainder of his days carving indecipherable inscriptions on the floor of his cell with his fingernails, while softly singing 'The Battle Hymn of the Republic'. Amadeus Arkham subsequently passed away quietly in his sleep, on April 7, 1963, a faint smile etched forever on his lips. Upon his death, the establishment was transferred into the hands of the City Authority, and had subsequently been used to house some of Gotham's most mentally disturbed criminal elements, such as the Joker, the Penguin, the Riddler, Bane, Two-Face, Mr. Freeze, Killer Croc, and most recently, Selina Kyle AKA The Catwoman! Tuesday, 7:09 pm Selina Kyle smiled at the male guard, through the bars of her cell. "Hello, Big Boy!" she purred, throatily. "I haven't ssseen you around here before!" The young prison guard, blinked at her, nervously and took an involuntary step backward. He had been informed that 'Catwoman', as she was commonly referred to by the rest of the warders, was a very dangerous prisoner, and should only be approached with extreme caution. "I-I only started working here a week ago!" he replied. He couldn't help but notice what a sexy woman the prisoner looked, even in her standard drab prison garb and with that boyish, close-cropped hairstyle. According to his fellow worker's, Catwoman was as nutty as a fruit cake, and when she was first admitted, had insisted on just wearing an abbreviated loincloth thing, WITHOUT even any panties! "Jesus, I would've liked to have seen that!" he muttered to himself. He felt his cock twitch, just at the thought. Unfortunately, the shrinks had soon talked her out of it, and now she wore the same drab outfit as all the other incarcerated loony tunes. Selina had noted the bulge in the front of his uniform pants and smiled to herself. "I bet you would love to have sssex with me, wouldn't you, handsssome?" she purred, sexily, starting to unbutton her top. "W-What?" "You heard me, Big Boy!" she murmured, shrugging the top off her shoulders, and letting fall to the floor of her cell. "Oh shit, she ain't wearing no underwear!" he told himself, as he stared, wide-eyed, at her gently swaying 37-inch bust, then watched her cup the superbly formed globes of flesh in both hands and squeeze them together. "I bet you'd jussst love to get your hands on thessse babies?" she purred, tweaking her nipples into full prominence. "I, er, I think you should put your jacket back on, lady!" he said, glancing around, nervously. "You could get us both into a whole heap of trouble!" Selina ignored his advice, stretching her left boob upward, until she could run her wet, pink tongue over the crest of the erect nipple. "Mmm, that's NICE!" she purred. "Want some?" He swallowed hard. "I've warned you, lady..." Selina's hands moved to the waistband of her pants and her fingers started unfastening the buttons, her big eyes never leaving his. "Are you sssure?" "Now stop that!" he croaked, sweat breaking out on his forehead. The pants slid to the floor of the cell, pooling around her ankles. "Oh fuck! She ain't wearing no panties, either!" he gasped, under his breath, his eyes drawn to the neatly-trimmed patch of curly pubic hair covering her pussy. "Please lady," he pleaded, even as she stepped out of the fallen pants and pressed herself up against the bars, "put your clothes back on?" "Why, don't ya like what ya sssee?" she murmured, running her hands down over her breasts and stomach, before inserting a finger in her pussy and pistoning it in and out. She closed her eyes and flung her head back. "Oh, yesss, this is sssooh good!" she gasped, squirming her shapely hips. "Please...," he croaked, his mouth suddenly dry. His painful erection was threatening to burst out of his trousers. He watched, as she withdrew her glistening finger and inserted it into her mouth, between ovalled lips. "Mmmmm!" Her eyes flew open and she gazed at him, with an imploring look on her face. "But not as good as the REAL thing!" she added, with a sexy pout of her lips. "Look, Ms Kyle, if you don't put your clothes back on, I... I shall be forced to sound the alarm!" he threatened, lamely. "Don't ya wanna get a piece of thisss, Big Boy?" Selina murmured, gripping the bars above her head, spreading her legs apart and pulling her naked body up against them. "It's been a long time since I've had any, and you wouldn't have to come into the cell! You can fuck me from out there!" Her big green eyes seemed to bore into his. They were like two limpid pools, begging him to dive in. The guard gulped and shook his head. This kinky bitch was offering it to him, on a plate! There was only so much that flesh and blood could stand! He had to have her! "Okay, lady, but no tricks now?" he growled, unzipping his fly and pulling out his throbbing erection. As he approached her, the cell keys jingling from the keyring attached to his belt. Tuesday, 8:15 pm Batgirl swung over and landed on the roof with a feline grace, next to the crouching Batman and Robin, releasing the length of nylon cord as she did so. "Hey guys!" she greeted, walking over to the Dynamic Duo, hips swaying, sexily, hands on her hips. "Anything interesting going down?" "Just a stray mutt watering a lamp pole!" replied Robin, with a bored look on his youthful face. "Should you be out on patrol yet, Barbara?" Batman asked, with a concerned frown. "You've barely had chance to get over that Bastet ordeal!" "I feel fine, unlike poor Jenny!" "How is she?" Robin asked, anxiously. He had taken a real shine to the blonde-haired vigilante. "Tucked up in bed, fast asleep!" Barbara replied, with a slight smile, noting his boyish anxiety. Suddenly, the theme tune from 'Beverley Hills Cop' by Axel F, filled the air. Batman pulled his Bat-phone out of his utility belt and held it to his ear. "Yes Commissioner?" He listened for a few seconds. "WHAT?" He turned to his two curious companions, grim-faced. "Catwoman has just escaped from Arkham Asylum!" he snapped. "Er, yes, Commissioner... No, Commissioner... We're on our way, Commissioner!" He broke the connection and slipped the phone into its belt compartment. "To the Batmobile, Robin!" "Hey, where are you guys going?" Batgirl protested. "We're off to Arkham, to look for any clues!" Batman explained. "The best thing you can do, young lady, is get off home to bed!" Barbara gave an angry huff, as she watched the Caped Crusaders disappear down a convenient fire escape. "Oh well, I suppose I'd better do just that?" she muttered, darkly. Tuesday, 8:50 pm Jeremiah Arkham escorted Batman and Robin down to the scene of the escape. He was still the nominal caretaker of the asylum, even though it was now run by the city authorities. "I hurried over as soon as I was informed," he babbled, wringing his scrawny hands. "This should NEVER have happened! All the prison guards had been given strict instructions NOT to approach Ms Kyle, under ANY circumstances!" They arrived at the cell. The dead warder was stretched out on his back, a smile still on his youthful face. His impressive peter, was still hanging out from the open fly of his pants. "Has anyone moved the body?" Batman enquired. "N-No, we are still waiting for the police forensics boys to show!" "Good!" Batman walked around the corpse, careful not to disturb anything, noting the open cell door and the bunch of keys hanging from the inside of the door lock. He squatted down and examined the man's penis, careful not to touch it. The head was coated with dried semen. There was a small, dark bruise on the left side of his neck. "Hmm?" He rose to his feet again. "Well, we know how she killed him!" he exclaimed, grimly. "She enticed him over to her cell, and while they were having sex, through the bars, she killed him with a martial-arts pressure hold to the neck! Then, before he could collapse to the floor, she removed his keys from his belt, and let herself out of her cell! Simple!" "Holy Sherlock Holmes, Batman!" exclaimed the Boy Wonder, in wide-eyed amazement, punching one gloved fist into the palm of his other hand. "I don't know how you do it!" "But how did she escape from this high security wing?" Jeremiah enquired, with a puzzled frown. "She would have had to get past several electronically controlled, heavily barred doors, complete with CCTV, and at least two other guards, before she could get out of the building and into the grounds?" "Hmm?" The Caped Crusader walked to the far end of the corridor, where a sash chord window looked out over the grounds, some eighty feet below. The catch was open, and the simple alarm wire, had been neatly cut through. There was a smear of what looked like dried blood, on the sash chord. "Here is her escape route, gentlemen!" he suggested, easing up the window with a gloved hand, careful not to touch the smear of blood. "But we're a good seventy-five feet above ground level!" exclaimed the white haired caretaker. "If she had jumped, she would've surely have killed or seriously injured herself?" Batman stuck his head out of the window. "There's a three-inch wide, stone ledge out here, leading towards a lower part of the roof, some fifty feet away," he declared. "Selina must have inched her way along the ledge, then leapt down onto the flat roof. I think I can make out some fire stairs over there, leading to the ground!" "A three-inch wide ledge... surely that's impossible?" exclaimed Jeremiah, disbelievingly. "Not to Gotham City's foremost cat burglar!" replied the Dark Knight, loftily. "I suggest you have some surface-hardened, high-tensile steel bars fitted to this window, as soon as possible and replace those locks on the cell doors, with centrally controlled electronic ones!" Tuesday, 9:00 pm Jennifer had awoken, suddenly, in the darkened apartment. "Where the hell am I?" she wondered, throwing back the blanket and sitting up on the couch. Recent memories came flooding back. "Oh, yeah!" She heaved a sigh of relief. "Ms Gordon's place!" A vision of Barbara standing in the hospital room, stark naked, except for her heels and hose, flashed into her mind, and she smiled, lasciviously. "What a magnificent body our Ms. Gordon has!" she murmured to herself. She looked down at her own figure, clearly visible through the sheer, nylon nightie. "Well, you're not so bad, either!" she added, with a grin. She stood up and peeked into the darkened bedroom. Despite the gloom, she could see that there was no-one sleeping in the bed, just a few items of clothing strewn across it. "Now, where the heck has she got to, at this time of night?" Jennifer wondered, with a puzzled frown. Curious, she turned on the light and wandered into the bedroom. There were no obvious clues! Filled with insatiable curiosity, she started pulling open the drawers of the dresser. They were filled with the usual girlish lingerie, if perhaps a little on the daring side. Suddenly, she spotted something, and pulled out a very life-like, battery-powered vibrator. It was about ten-inches in length! "Well, well, well!" she exclaimed, with a throaty chuckle. "Who's a frustrated girl then?" She was just about to return the sex-toy, when the glitter of something shiny and metallic caught her eye. She reached into the drawer and pulled out a pair of the most magnificent antique earrings. The exquisitely formed items of jewelry, looked as if they were made of pure gold, and were in the form of two sitting cats, with inset emeralds for their eyes. She ran her fingertips over them, lovingly. Strangely, they felt almost warm to the touch? "Exquisite!" she breathed, feeling an overpowering urge to try them on. She slipped them on her already pierced earlobes. She felt a thrill, like an electric shock, pass through her body, and her nipples immediately peeked. She quickly pulled off her baby-doll nightie and examined her breasts in the mirror. They seemed enlarged, swollen for some unaccountable reason, the nipples sticking out like two .45 caliber bullets. She suddenly realized that the gusset of her sheer panties were soaking wet and, without another thought, stripped off the sodden underwear, leaving her totally naked, apart from the dangling, glittering items of jewelry. "Oh, God! I feel so incredibly hot!" she gasped, her hand starting to rub against the entrance to her pussy. Jennifer's whole body seemed to be on fire, both her nipples and her clitoris tingling, as if an electric current was passing through them. "Wait!" She dived into the drawer again and emerged with the vibrator. She fell back onto the mattress and spread her thighs, lewdly, then inserted the plastic dildo into her sex. Fumbling fingers found the switch at the far end of the vibrator and flicked it on, even as she pushed it deeper inside her. A loud humming filled the room, as Jenny shoved the love toy deeper inside her twat, and then started pumping it in and out! "Oh, yes, yesss!" she gasped, as, unbelievably, she felt herself rushing toward her first climax. She had never cum so fast, in all her life! "Oh God, yessssss!" she cried arching her back and thrusting her hips up off the bed. "Aaaaiiieeeeee!" Afterwards, she lay there panting, eyes heavy lidded, the humming vibrator still deeply embedded in her vagina. Suddenly, her eyes opened wide with wonder. She could feel another orgasm starting to build. She started pistoning the vibrator in and out of her sopping twat. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ooooohhhh!" A flood of warm secretions flowed from her pussy, soaking the bedsheet beneath her, as she writhed her hips, humping upward, as if she were fucking an invisible man! As she slumped back down onto the bed, gasping for breath, she heard a loud roaring noise outside. It seemed to be coming from the utility road, behind the apartment block. It sounded like a powerful motorcycle engine? The engine noise died, and she heard a metallic clang, like a garage door shutting. She lay their puzzled, and then she heard the sound of footsteps, high-heeled footsteps, clunking on a wooden staircase. They were getting closer, and they seemed to be coming from behind the wall! "Shit!" Jennifer thumbed off the vibrator, jumped off the bed, grabbed her baby-doll nightie and rushed from the room, only remembering to flick off the light switch, at the last second, plunging the bedroom into darkness. Tuesday, 9:17 pm As soon as she entered the bedroom, Barbara heaved a sigh of relief and plumped her ass down on the side of the bed. She was about to pull off her boots, when she realized that her left hand, which was resting on the bed, was all wet. "And sticky!" she muttered, as she raised it to her nose and sniffed. She peered around suspiciously, then her eyes spied the abandoned panties, lying on the floor, near the foot of the bed. A knowing smile touched her purple-painted lips, as she lent over to pick them up. Batgirl: Amnesiac Angel Ch. 04 Barbara poked her head around the doorjamb and switched on the room lights. "Jennifer, are you awake?" she enquired, softly. There was some creaks and rustles from the couch, and a tangled head of blonde hair emerged from under the blanket, followed by a sleepy looking face, blinking in the bright light. "Wha'... What's up?" Barbara walked out in front of the couch, then bent over and dangled the still damp panties just above Jenny's nose. "You left these in my bedroom, I believe?" she announced., with a knowing grin. The blonde's nose wrinkled up, as she caught the unmistakable aroma of arousal. "Oh, I, er, um..." Jenny's eyes suddenly opened, as big as saucers. "What the hell's that get-up you're wearing, Barbara?" she gasped. Barbara blushed, suddenly realizing that she was still wearing her Batgirl outfit. "This is my vigilante costume," she replied, deciding to take the bull by the horns and come clean. "Barbara Gordon is also the costumed crime-fighter, Batgirl! Along with Batman and Robin, I help protect the good citizens of Gotham City from its criminal elements! I go out on patrol most nights!" "No shit?" Jennifer exclaimed, excitedly, sitting up. "Jennifer's language has certainly become far cruder, since she lost her memory," Barbara decided. "Er, yes!" "I must say, I like the sexy get-up, especially those heels!" "Er, thank you!" Barbara suddenly noticed the Earrings of Bastet, dangling from the girl's earlobes. "Are those my special earrings you're wearing?" she asked, with a smirk. "Oh, er, yes! I was just trying them on, Barbara, honestly!" "That explains why my bed is covered in girl cum!" Barbara said, with a twinkle in her eye. "Oh, and I borrowed this as well!" Jenny added, with a guilty look, pulling the vibrator out from under the blanket. It glistened, wetly, under the room's artificial lighting. "Well used, by the look of it!" "Sorry, Barbara!" she wailed. "I just couldn't help myself! I was imagining that I was making passionate love to you!" Barbara smiled. "I don't want to shock your sensibilities, dear, but you and I have been an item for well over six months now!" "What?" Jennifer's eyes opened wide with shock, then she smiled. "I should have guessed!" "Come into the bedroom and help me off with my outfit, and I will tell you all about it!" Barbara added, in a suddenly husky tone, feeling her pussy starting to juice up. "You can leave the earrings on, if you like?" Batgirl: Amnesiac Angel Ch. 05 This is the fourth in my ongoing series of Batgirl stories, in which I try to explore the developing sexuality of her everyday counterpart, Barbara Gordon and her relationships with those around her, hopefully with a dash of excitement thrown in, for good measure. Grateful thanks to all those readers who have sent me feedback containing their suggestions and opinions. The storyline continues on from that of 'Batgirl Enhanced'. Warning! This fictional story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers, and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended. Chapter 5: The Feline Avenger Tuesday, 11:26 pm The pretty young girl paced up and down on the street corner, somewhere in the notorious red-light district of Gotham City, her high-heels click-clacking on the paved sidewalk. Charlene was a hooker, a very good hooker, but a very bored hooker. She glanced at her wristwatch, reading the time beneath the light of the overhead street lamp. It was almost half past eleven. Business had been fairly quiet all evening, and it didn't matter how talented she was, at what was often regarded as the world's oldest profession, she couldn't demonstrate her expertise, not without a client! Charlene, a 5-feet 8-inch tall, slim, shapely brunette, was wearing a tight wraparound Lycra top, that barely covered her more than ample bosom, and tight denim cut-offs, that clung low on her shapely hips and molded themselves about her nicely padded ass & mons. She also wore a black, soft leather bomber jacket, to protect herself from the cool breeze that often accompanied the evening's drop in temperature. The nineteen year old's hands were plunged deep into the generous pockets, pulling the unzipped front together about her slim waist. When she'd first arrived in the big city, some fifteen months earlier, Charlene's sights had been firmly set on getting herself a job as a Personal Assistant to some rich, important businessman, financier or lawyer, then enticing her boss into her bed and eventually getting hitched to the guy! But things hadn't worked out as she'd envisaged. Jobs like that, had turned out to be few and far between, and she hadn't got the right qualifications... well not the educational ones, anyway! Soon, she found herself struggling to pay the rent, and her oily, unscrupulous landlord had talked her into providing him with regular sex sessions, in lieu of rent. It was then that she'd realized that she had a God-given talent to make a, more than adequate, living from whoring! She was just thinking of packing it in for the night, when she spotted an approaching pedestrian. She pulled the jacket front apart, to advertise her charms, and swayed, sexily, toward the potential mark. Her steps faltered, as she realized that the figure was that of a dark-haired woman, wearing a baggy, shapeless two-piece uniform of some sort? Still, she would still go through her regular routine. "Ya never know?" she told herself, with an imaginary shrug of her shoulders. "It wouldn't be the first time I've made love to another dame!" "Hey there, honey, lookin' for a good time?" she enquired, huskily, placing her hands on her hips and thrusting her chest forward. "I need your clothes!" replied the dark-haired, green-eyed woman, in the drab outfit, looking her up and down. "WHAT? Are you drunk, lady, or just high on drugs?" Charlene replied, blinking with surprise, and taking a short step backward. "You look about my size, so get 'em off!" demanded the stranger, a steely determination in her tone, as she advanced toward the younger woman, menacingly. Charlene backed up against the wall, a frightened look on her youthful face. "Shit! This bitch is fuckin' nuts!" she told herself, trying not to show any panic. "D-Don't come any c-closer," she stammered. "I-I've got a p-police whistle in my purse!" "Your clothes, bitch, unless you want me to strip 'em off your DEAD body?" snarled the green-eyed brunette, placing a hand against the wall, either side of Charlene's head, bringing her face mere inches from that of the terrified prostitute. The young hooker, swallowed hard and nodded. There was something in that steely gaze, that told her this beautiful weirdo meant every word she uttered. The woman stepped back a pace, and Charlene handed over her leather jacket and purse, then quickly pulled her top off, over her head, her naked 35b breasts bouncing against her ribcage, as they sprang free of their confinement. She handed over the abbreviated item of clothing, her hand visibly shaking. The woman took it in her left hand, a cruel grin on her unpainted lips. Her right hand shot out and gripped the hooker's left breast, in a claw-like hold, digging her long fingernails into the tender flesh, painfully. "Now the cut-offs!" she snarled. Charlene nodded, her fingers fumbling with the waist button and zip of her shorts, before pushing them down about her ankles and revealing her lacy thong underwear. She stepped out of them and squatted down to retrieve them. "And the heels!" The girl rose to her feet, clutching her shoes and shorts. "Please don't hurt m-me!" she pleaded, in a frightened voice, as she handed over the requested items. Selina Kyle gazed at the shivering girl, now naked apart from her tiny black thong. "Don't try anything stupid, and you can keep your panties on," she warned. The girl nodded, eager to please, and Catwoman quickly stripped off her prison garb, without the least show of self-consciousness. The naked escapee, quickly stepped into the shorts and shoes, then pulled the top on over her head. It was a bit tight over her size 37c boobs, but it would have to do! She tugged it down, but it refused to hide the under curve of her shapely round breasts. She kicked the discarded prison-wear over to the cowering girl, as she slipped on the leather jacket. "Here, wear these!" she growled. "A nice young thing like you shouldn't be hangin' around this part of town, at this time of night, near naked! Ya never know what sort of perv might come along!" Wednesday, 1:00 am The night clerk of the Beaumont Hotel, eyed Selina, suspiciously, as she lugged the battered suitcase up to the counter, puffing and panting, her impressive tits almost popping out of her tightly stretched top. The dame was obviously a hooker, but he didn't recognize the face. "Not that I usually look at their faces," he reminded himself, with a smug grin. "Nice ass!" he observed aloud, just as she opened her mouth to speak. "Wanna room for the night!" she gasped, ignoring his sexist comment. He could just see the bottoms of her dark areolas, peaking out from under her stretchy top. "Twenty-five bucks! No men in your room! The Beaumont Hotel is a respectable establishment!" he intoned, without taking his gaze from her tits. It was actually one of the seediest dives south of the river, but he wasn't going to admit that to anyone. She dipped into her purse and pulled out some crumpled bills, which she handed over to him. "I may want the room for a week, but I'll just pay for the first three nights, for the time being!" she replied. "It's a good job that the bimbo who owns this purse, was dumb enough to carry cash money around with her!" she thought. There had been almost three hundred bucks in the hooker's purse, but no plastic! The clerk dropped the money into the cash register, then turned and hooked a key off the row of pegs behind him. "Room 12, second floor!" he growled, handing her the key. "Remember, no funny business!" "Thanks! Where's the elevator?" "What elevator?" Selina sighed. "I'd be grateful if you could bring my luggage up to my room!" she added, fluttering her eyelashes at him, hopefully. "This ain't the Gotham Hilton, lady! Carry your own damned luggage!" His beady eyes glittered, greedily. "Unless you're willin' to make it well worth my while, that is?" Her smile vanished. "You tryin' to be funny?" she spat out, angrily. "Just makin' conversation!" he replied, holding both hands up, palms outward. "No need to wet your panties!" Little did he know that such an eventuality was not possible. Wednesday, 1:30 am Selina Kyle stood in front of the dressing table mirror, hands on her hips, legs slightly astride, admiring the image in front of her. She was wearing one of her current, ultra sexy Catwoman outfits, comprised of a skintight purple catsuit made from the sheerest stretch Lycra, with black accessories; high-heeled ankle boots, gloves, low-slung utility belt, and a cowl, that covered the top half of her face, to help disguise her features. The latter had two cat-like ears attached. The catsuit clung to her shapely 37-24-36 figure like body paint, enhancing her large breasts, waspish waist and firm round ass cheeks. An abbreviated black thong, worn beneath the semi-translucent material, helped preserved her modesty, but barely! Luckily she'd had the foresight to secrete a suitcase full of clothes and other useful items, including the Catsuit, in a locker on the concourse of Gotham City railway station, for just such an eventuality. She had managed to keep the tiny locker key secreted on her person, throughout her incarceration, but modesty forbade her revealing the exact location of the hiding place to anyone! She unsheathed the razor sharp stainless steel claws in her specially designed gloves, and ran them across the smooth surface of the dresser, leaving a set of deep parallel scratch marks in the dull, surface. "I've got a score to settle with that toffee-nosed slut, Barbara Gordon!" she growled, her green eyes flashing, dangerously. "And when I'm finished with Ms 'High and Mighty' Gordon, and have recovered the Earrings of Bastet, then I will be ready to finish with that pesky Batgirl, once and for all!" She picked up a local telephone directory, from alongside the open suitcase, that was sitting on the dilapidated bed, and flicked through the pages, until she found the entry for Barbara Gordon. She then made a note of the address and phone number, on a scrap of paper. "With a little bit of luck, Ms Gordon will be able to lead me straight to the Bat-bitch, before I kill her?" she purred, gleefully. She re-sheathed her Cat-claws and ran her hands down over her breasts and flat stomach, before ending between her thighs. "Purrrhaps I will have a little fun with her first though?" she added, purring in anticipation, as she rubbed her stiffened fingers against the entrance to her pussy. Wednesday, 7:10 am "Mmmm!" Jennifer rolled over, sleepily, and her face came up against a soft, warm, squishy pillow. "Warm?" Her eyes flickered open, to see a lovely mound of gently heaving girl flesh, topped by a prominent teat, rising from a dark circle of erectile tissue. On impulse, she poked her tongue out a swirled it around and over the pink crest. It instantly hardened to an incredible half-inch in length, so she switched her attention to the other nipple, which quickly grew to match its twin summit. The nude blonde felt a surge of arousal and her pussy immediately started to moisten. The naked woman lying beside her, stirred and groaned, arching her spine, as she rolled over onto her back, eyelids fluttering open, to stare up at the bedroom ceiling. Barbara smiled to herself, as she recollected their night of unbridled passion, made all the more intense, by the Earrings of Bastet, dangling from Jenny's earlobes. "What time is it?" she enquired, without bothering to roll over to face the bedside clock. Jennifer groaned with frustration, and raised her tousled head of blonde curls, to peer around the twin mounds, gently rising and falling with Barbara's breathing, at the alarm clock sitting on the bedside table. "A quarter past seven!" she murmured, reaching out to caress her friends gorgeous boobs. "Are these real?" she added, with a snigger. "Hmm? Yeah, mostly!" Barbara replied, suddenly throwing back the sheet, abruptly sitting up and turning away, as she swung her long legs off the side of the bed. "Time I got up and took a shower! One of us has got to go to work today!" "Come on back to bed!" Jenny pleaded, feeling incredibly hot and horny, pushing the bedsheet aside and deliberately spreading her thighs wide apart. "Jenny's pussy needs to be stroked!" "No time!" Barbara glanced back at her bedmate, noting her lewd display. "You wanton hussy!" she exclaimed, with mock severity. "I have to earn my living." Jennifer mewled with disappointment, as she watched the redhead stand up and stride, barefooted, into the adjoining bathroom, admiring her sway of her tight ass, and a tantalizing glimpse of auburn pussy hair, between the tops of her long, lithe legs. She rested her head back against the pillow, hands clasped behind her neck. "So, you and I been lovers for over six months?" she mused, aloud, unclasping her hands and running her damp palms down her smooth thighs. "No wonder, if our love-making was always as good as it was last night?" She sighed, happily, and then frowned. "If only I could remember!" Wednesday, 8:40 am Barbara strode through the door marked 'Private, Staff Only', glad to be back at work, even though it had meant leaving Jenny on her own, in the apartment. "She has the earrings and my vibrator, to keep herself amused!" she reminded herself, with an imaginary shrug. Barbara was wearing a shapeless, long woolen camel-colored coat over a crisp white long-sleeved blouse, black miniskirt, dark hose and matching heels. Mr. Peabody, the Head Librarian, looked up from his desk, spotting her through the open doorway of his office. "Good morning, Ms Gordon, could I have a quick word, please?" he called, waving her into his inner sanctum. Barbara frowned, wondering what was wrong. She stepped across the threshold. Her gray-haired boss frowned with disapproval, at the sight of her high heels. The assistant librarian had only taken up wearing them in recent months. He personally regarded such overtly sexual footwear as an abomination. "Please close the door, Barbara," he said, gravelly. "Is... Is anything the matter, sir?" she enquired, once the door was shut. "I've just had a phone call from Ms Schmitt!" he informed her. "She won't be in for the next couple of days. She isn't feeling too well. A bad chest cold I believe?" "I-I'm sorry to hear that, sir!" Barbara replied. "Not surprising, with those plunging necklines she's always flaunting!" she added, under her breath. Her superior did not catch this last sentence. "With Ms Goodbody off sick, as well, that leaves us a little short staffed in your section! I wonder if... if you would be willing to help out on the loans desk, only as a temporary measure of course?" he added, hastily. Barbara blinked, a huge weight suddenly lifted off her shoulders. "I, ah... certainly, sir! Anything to help out! I'll just drop my things off in my office, first!" she replied, with a smile. Peabody heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Barbara, I knew I could rely on you in a crisis!" Wednesday, 8:48 am Barbara hung her long, woolen overcoat, on the clothes hook on the back of the office door then, bending over, she pulled off her heels and walked over to the file cabinet in her stockinged feet. She bent over and pulled open the bottom drawer, taking out a sensible pair of flat-heeled pumps before dropping the heels in their place. She slipped them on and started to straighten up. "Yikes!" She jerked forward, with a small shriek, as a pair of big hands slid up her short skirt and clasped her lightly clad buttocks. "Brad! Get your hands off my ass, you idiot! Someone might see us!" she hissed, spinning around in his arms. Brad Fleming had an idiotic grin on his face, as he released her and held both hands up, palms outward. "Just checking to see if you were wearing any panties, babe!" he protested. "Unfortunately, you are! Never mind, let's go to one of the storerooms. That error can soon be rectified! I'm dying to make love to you!" Brad was the library's I.T. and Security Specialist, as well as a bit of a shit, but he sure knew how to pleasure a woman. Barbara had used him on numerous occasions, to help quench her carnal desires. She smiled and kissed him, affectionately, on the end of his nose. "Sorry, lover," she murmured, sexily, "but I'm due on the desk in 'Ancient History' in five minutes. Helga Schmitt is off sick, and I'm standing in for her!" Brad scowled with frustration. "Can we get together later then, babe?" he asked. "Maybe!" she replied, non-committally. "Hey, you're not wearing your fancy earrings today?" he observed, as she brushed past him, heading for her station. She didn't reply. Joe Public would start arriving at any minute! "At least she's not wearing a bra!" Brad mused, admiring the sexy sway of her ass, beneath her tight skirt, as it disappeared through the open doorway. Wednesday, 8:55 am Selina Kyle sat in a corner booth in the sleazy diner. It was only a couple of hundred yards from the Beaumont. She was dressed in the hooker's cropped top and cut-offs, to blend in with the lowlife who frequented this run-down part of the city. She picked at her greasy, unappetizing food with a plastic fork, while scanning the pages of a dog-eared newspaper she'd picked up off the bench. An earlier costumer had left his copy of the Gotham Daily Gazette behind, and she was taking the opportunity to catch up with the latest news. The front-page headline had been pretty predictable: 'Felonious Feline Escapes From Top Security Asylum!' The story was a bit thin on the details. "Or they've been censored?" Selina thought, with a smug grin. As she flicked through the newspaper, an item at the bottom of page 5, caught her attention: 'Tony Lambergo, just released on bail, after being arrested for the attempted robbery of Harry Rhinestone's Jewelry Emporium, in downtown Gotham, was last night re-arrested, for the attempted rape and murder of a Ms Jennifer Goodbody, who was recovering, in Gotham City General, from a bullet wound she received, on the same night as the attempted robbery. Ms Goodbody is believed to be suffering from amnesia, a side-affect of her head injury. Lambergo was apprehended by a mysterious passing female, who apparently arrived just in the nick of time! The woman, who was a total stranger, according to Ms Goodbody, just happened to be a martial arts expert! No further details are currently known about this Good Samaritan, who disappeared, before the hospital security guard arrived on the scene? Lambergo was treated in the hospital, for a minor wound and the loss of some blood! Police suspect that Lambergo, or 'Snake' as he is commonly known, may have been the person who shot the girl in the first place, and was attempting to get rid of the only witness, before she recovered her memory? He is currently languishing in the cells at Police Headquarters, awaiting trial. A further bail application, has been refused.' Selina put the paper down, her green eyes alive with excitement. "My type of man!" she growled. She'd already figured that she might need some muscle, to help her bring down the Bat-bitch and this guy Lambergo, appeared to be just the ticket! If she could spring this Snake character, then he would owe her, big-time! She downed the last dregs of her coffee, pushed the greasy plate of food aside, stood up, and hurried out, clutching the folded newspaper to her chest, much to the disappointment of two male customers, who had been surreptitiously ogling her obvious charms. One of them had even been contemplating approaching her and asking her how much she charged for a quickie? Batgirl: Amnesiac Angel Ch. 06 This is the fourth in my ongoing series of Batgirl stories, in which I try to explore the developing sexuality of her everyday counterpart, Barbara Gordon and her relationships with those around her, hopefully with a dash of excitement thrown in, for good measure. Grateful thanks to all those readers who have sent me feedback containing their suggestions and opinions. The storyline continues on from that of 'Batgirl Enhanced'. Warning! This fictional story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers, and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended. Adventures Of Batgirl: Amnesiac Angel Chapter 6: Beauty & The Beast Wednesday, 5:50 pm Barbara walked into the apartment, unbuttoning her coat. She tossed into over the back of a chair and slumped down onto the couch, before leaning forward and pulling off her heels, with a groan of undisguised relief. "Jen?" she called out, with a slight frown on her face, wondering where her house guest had got to. A blonde-haired head popped around the doorframe of the bedroom, followed by the rest of the shapely twenty-year old. Jennifer was wearing just a brief matching bra and panties set, if you excluded the gold jewelry dangling from her earlobes. "Hey Barbara!" she greeted, cheerfully. "I was just trying on some of your make-up and clothes! I hope you don't mind?" Barbara smiled, wearily, and shook her head. "No, dear, of course not!" she replied. She had thought the underwear looked familiar. "How was your day, Barbara? I've been bored to tears, mooching 'round this place all day, all on my lonesome!" She pouted, prettily. "Tiring! I've just spent most of the day standing at the loans desk in 'Ancient History', and my poor feet are killing me!" the redhead replied, crossing her shapely legs and rubbing the raised stockinged foot with both hands. "You poor thing! Here, let me massage them for you?" Jenny murmured, moving forward with a wicked gleam in her eye. She knelt down in front of Barbara and took the proffered foot, then started to gently knead it. Barbara was wearing sheer, 'barely-black' hose, with lacy black tops that reached almost to the junction of her pale thighs. "Mmm, that does feel good!" Barbara admitted, as she started to relax, throwing her head and shoulders back and closing her eyes. "Real good!" "Let me take your stockings off for you?" suggested the blonde girl. "Mmmm?" Barbara murmured, her eyes still closed, her hands resting in her lap. Taking this as a green light, Jenny reached under the hem of the redhead's short skirt and located the lacy top of her hold-up, before gently rolling it down her smooth right thigh to the knee, then drawing it off her lower leg, taking care not to snag it on her freshly manicured fingernails. She repeated the process for the other stocking, this time 'accidentally' brushing a freshly lacquered fingernail against the tightly stretched gusset of Barbara's clinging underwear. Barbara squirmed her hips slightly, at this intimate touch, but made no objection. Jenny resumed the massaging of Barbara's feet for the next few minutes. "You'll feel much more relaxed if you let me take off your blouse and that tight, uncomfortable skirt!" she suggested. "Mmmm?" Jenny once again took this as permission. She reached forward and unbuttoned the front and sleeves of the blouse and, with a little help from her sleepy companion, managed to strip it from Barbara's arms, leaving her naked from the waist up. Barbara rarely bothered to wear a bra, since her breast augmentation. "Now, doesn't that feel better?" Jenny murmured, with a grin, eying Barbara's fabulous breasts, hungrily. "Mmmm!" The redhead didn't even bother opening her eyes. Jenny unfastened the side zip of Barbara's skirt, and gripping the waistband, began to gently ease it down over the swell of her hips, 'accidentally on purpose' dragging off her panties along with it. "Barbara, if you could just ease up your bottom up a little..." the younger girl prompted. Barbara opened one eye, and stared at Jennifer, suspiciously. "You wouldn't be trying to get me naked, now would you, young lady?" she murmured, with a sleepy smile on her full lips. "As if I would! Ease up, just a little more... ah that's it!" Jenny slid the two garments down Barbara's smooth thighs, and off her long, lithe legs. "Mmmm, that feels good!" Barbara murmured, as Jenny eased her legs apart, under the pretext of gently massaging the inside of her thighs, and started to gently blow against the entrance to her sex. "Oh God, that feels sooooo good, Jen!" Barbara gasped, arching her back, as the blonde laved her tongue up over her hot nether lips. Her body was suddenly afire with arousal, her nipples stiff and hard, standing out like organ stops. "Oooohhh, shitttttt!" she cried, as Jennifer sucked her hot swollen clitoris in-between her tightly pursed lips. The Earrings of Bastet shook, as Barbara's hips jerked and squirmed, and her hands clutched at the wearer's blonde hair, pulling her tight up against her crotch. Her sex felt as if it was suddenly on fire! "Aaaaaahhhh!" Wednesday, 6:52 pm Commissioner James Gordon slammed his fist down onto his desk, in sheer frustration, a rare occurrence for the normally mild mannered law officer. "Not a sign of her!" he barked. "It's as if the Felonious Feline Temptress has just vanished into thin air, Caped Crusader! My officers have trawled through just about every square inch of the city, without any success! It's as if she's become invisible!" "Perhaps she's escaped to another part of the country, or even abroad?" suggested the Boy Wonder, a little embarrassed by this display. Batman shook his cowled head. "Unlikely, Robin! Knowing the Catwoman like I do, I suggest that she is still in the vicinity, determined to settle a few old scores!" He turned back to the Police Commissioner. "We have checked out all her known haunts and hideouts, according to the Bat-computer's database, but there's been no sign of her having returned to any of them, Commissioner! One thing IS certain, though!" "Oh, and what's that?" enquired the policeman, with a perplexed expression on his face. "She will need to get her hands on some money, as soon as possible! Catwoman's expansive plans inevitably require considerable financial support?" "True, Caped Crusader, but we have no idea where her next heist will take place?" muttered the irate gray-haired policeman, throwing both hands into the air, in another expression of frustration. "One thing we do know, Commissioner!" Jim Gordon sighed. "And what's that, old friend?" "Wherever she does strike next, you can be sure it will be the last place we would ever think of!" Little did Batman know how prophetic these words would soon become! Wednesday, 11:53 pm The desk sergeant looked up, as the door swung, inward, and a costumed vision of delight strode in, her high-heeled boots click-clacking on the wooden flooring. She was wearing a skintight purple catsuit and a cowl, with two cat-like ears attached, obscuring the top half of her face. The outfit was so sheer that the slightly overweight policeman, could clearly see her clinging black thong, her only item of underwear. His eyes widened in sudden belated recognition. "Catwoman!" he gasped, his hand automatically going for his sidearm. The feline cat burglar and murderess, flicked out the coiled whip she was carrying, with deceptive ease, wrapping the end of the lash around his forearm, even as he was raising his gun. She gave a powerful tug and, with a startled yell, the policeman was hauled over the front of his desk, to land, sprawling at her feet. Before he could recover and climb back to his feet, a booted foot caught him on the point of his jaw and, with a grunt of pain, the uniformed officer collapsed, unconscious. Selina peered around, to ensure that the noise of the brief scuffle had not attracted any unwanted attention. She was pretty familiar with the layout of GCPD headquarters, having been an involuntary guest on several previous occasions. The holding cells were one floor below street level, and there should be just the one armed guard on duty, at this late hour of the evening! With a slinky, cat-like athleticism, she jogged over to the stairwell leading down, then crept down the steps, coiled whip in hand, keeping to her toes, so that her heels didn't make any noise and warn the guard of her presence. -oOo- "Hi, handsome!" she purred, in a sexy voice, stepping into full view. "Huh?" The guard spun around in his chair, dropping the copy of 'Playboy' magazine, which he'd been idly thumbing through. "What the fu... Ummmmpph!" His exclamation was cut short, as she took off in a flying leap, right leg outstretched. Her high-heeled boot struck him in the chest, forcing the air from his lungs, with a loud whooshing noise, as he flew backward off the chair. The costumed criminal stepped astride his sprawled out body and the handle of her whip swung down in an arc, striking him in the face, shattering his jaw and breaking several teeth. With a groan of agony, the officer passed out, hand still on the butt of his holstered weapon. Selina placed a high-heeled boot on his chest, and rocked his body, to ensure the policeman would be taking no further part in the proceedings. She smiled, everything was going according to plan. Collecting the bunch of keys from the unconscious officer's belt, she headed for the row of holding cells. Luckily, only one was currently occupied, so she headed straight for it. "Snake?" she hissed, peering through the vertical steel bars, at a blanket shrouded figure, huddled on the solitary low cot within. "Huh?" The figure lying on the bunk grunted, rolled over, beneath the blanket. "Wha'...?" "Are you Snake Lambergo?" Selina hissed, impatiently. A male head popped out from under the blanket, eyes blinking away the sleep, owl-like. "God, he IS ugly!" Selina muttered to herself. "Lambergo?" she repeated, still awaiting confirmation. "Yeah! Who wants to know, and what's with the kinky fetish outfit, lady?" the guy growled, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, just in case they were deceiving him. The dame was wearing some sort of sheer purple, all-over body costume. He could see everything the bitch had got, except for the bit hidden beneath her abbreviated black thong panties. He felt his cock starting to stir, as he ogled her physical attributes. This was some sexy bitch! "The name's Catwoman! If I spring you outta here, would you be willing to work for me, for a couple of days?" she asked, anxiously. Tony blinked. He was probably looking at a ten to fifteen year stretch, minimum! "Okay, lady, you got yourself a deal!" he replied, giving her a crooked grin and easing his cock into a more comfortable position, beneath the cover of the blanket. She nodded and started trying different keys in the lock of the barred cell door, as he climbed out of bed. The third key turned, and she swung the steel-barred door open, with a slight squeal from its hinges. "Who knows, if this works out, we could maybe hook up permanently?" she purred, with a cat-like smile. "I can be a VERY generous employer!" As he reached out to squeeze her left tit, she knocked his hand aside, and her expression suddenly became deadly serious. "Now, stay close behind me! We've still gotta get outta this joint!" Pausing only to relieve the unconscious guard of his Heckler and Koch P2000 service pistol, Tony followed his shapely rescuer, admiring her gently swaying ass, as she cautiously moved up the staircase, like a black panther stalking its prey. "And here I wuz, thinking my sex life had come to an abrupt end," he thought, with a broad smirk, rubbing the bulge in his pants. Thursday, 12:25 am Bruce replaced the bright red Bat-phone in its cradle, and turned to face the other two men standing in the spacious dining hall of Wayne Manor, a grim expression on his handsome face. "As you may have guessed, that was Commissioner Gordon, with some bad news, gentlemen!" he informed them, soberly. "Snake Lambergo has just been sprung from his high security jail cell, down at GCPD headquarters!" "Holy shi..., er, slight of hand!" Dick Grayson, his young ward, exclaimed, slamming his right fist into his other palm. "Dire news, Master Bruce!" added Alfred Pennyworth, the old, gray-haired Wayne family retainer, shaking his head. "That's not the worst of it," Bruce Wayne continued. "Guess who it was who sprang him, leaving behind two seriously injured officers of the law?" "Not CATWOMAN?" Dick exclaimed, wide-eyed. "Exactly, old chum!" "What on earth would the Catwoman want with a piece of lowlife scum like Lambergo?" Dick muttered, with a puzzled frown on his youthful face. "Perhaps she is starting to enlist the members of her latest gang, Master Dick?" Alfred suggested. "Mr. Lambergo's name has been fairly prominent in the media, of late!" "That was what I was thinking, Alfred!" Bruce agreed, with a worried expression. "I think Batman and Robin had better get straight down to police headquarters and check out the holding area, in the forlorn hope that the Princess of Plunder may have inadvertently left a clue as to her next nefarious caper? To the Batcave, Dick!" They both turned and sprinted for the secret panel that hid the Bat-poles, which led down into the secret, limestone cavern, beneath stately Wayne Manor. Will Catwoman get her revenge, now that she has enlisted the help of Snake Lambergo? Tune in for the next exciting instalment, coming soon to this website! Batgirl: Amnesiac Angel Ch. 07 This is the fourth in my ongoing series of Batgirl stories, in which I try to explore the developing sexuality of her everyday counterpart, Barbara Gordon and her relationships with those around her, hopefully with a dash of excitement thrown in, for good measure. My grateful thanks, to all those readers who have sent me feedback containing their suggestions and opinions. The storyline continues on from that of 'Batgirl Enhanced'. Warning! This fictional story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers, and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended. Adventures Of Batgirl: Amnesiac Angel Chapter 7: Kidnapped Thursday, 2:00 am Catwoman peered around, checking that there was no one else in the vicinity, as they arrived at the luxury apartment block, set in one of the leafier, residential suburbs of Gotham City. Snake had deliberately parked the stolen automobile about a block away from their destination, and they had walked the rest of the way, keeping to the shadows cast by the trees, wherever possible. Walking up to the front entrance, Selina peered at the brass wall plate, containing the names of the residents. "According to this, our Ms. Gordon lives in apartment number four, on the second floor?" Selina whispered to her highly agitated accomplice. "It should be at the rear of the building!" Tony Lambergo peered around, nervously. "But how do we get inside the joint?" he snarled. "The front entrance has one of those latest, high tech, swipe card locks! If we try to break in, it's bound to set off a silent burglar alarm and alert the cops! In five minutes, they would be swarming all over the joint! We can't just hang around, hoping to slip in behind some returning resident, back from a night out on the town, not at this time of the night!" Catwoman smiled at her big, ugly accomplice. "Elementary, my dear Watson! We go in by an alternative route! Follow me!" "Huh?" Tony grunted, as she set off, at a fast loping run, heading for the rear of the building. "My name ain't Watson," he called after her, moving to catch her up. As Snake rounded the corner of the building, he saw Catwoman standing in the middle of the service drive, looking up at a second story window, some thirty to forty feet above her. "If my calculations are correct, then that is the delectable Ms Gordon's pad, up there?" she murmured, pulling a strange looking, gun-like device from a compartment on her low-slung utility belt and aiming upward. "What are you gonna..." Swish! Thunk! A quivering barbed missile had just embedded itself, deep in the upper part of the sturdy wooden windowframe, a thin nylon cable snaking back to the pneumatic device that had just launched it. "Jeez!" Snake gasped, wide-eyed with wonder. "I'll climb up the cable and go in through the window!" Catwoman informed him. "That line will never take my weight!" the muscle-bound hood protested, going pale. She grinned at the look of panic on his ugly mug. "Don't worry, Snake! Once I'm inside the apartment, I'll unlock the front entrance and leave her apartment door wide open for you! Better not use the elevator though! Try not to make too much noise, as you come up the stairwell!" Tony nodded, mightily relieved, then watched, as the Catwoman scaled the wall, in a matter of seconds. A few moments after she reached the window, she had it open and had slipped inside, like a shifting shadow in the night. "Wow!" he exclaimed, suitably impressed. "Now that's what I call a cat-burglar!" He hurried back to the front of the luxury apartment block, just in time to hear the entrance lock click open. "Come on up!" hissed a metallic sounding voice from the intercom grill. Catwoman unlocked the sturdy metal outer door of the apartment, and threw back the security bolts. As the door swung inward, allowing the faint glow of the emergency lighting to filter in from the hallway, there was an unwelcome squeak from the hinges. "Damn!" Selina muttered, almost immediately hearing sounds of movement from within the bedroom behind her. She hurried over and flattened herself against the wall, alongside the open doorway and held her breath. "What the hell was that?" Jennifer mumbled, scratching her head and yawning, before sliding out of bed and shuffling, flat-footed, over to the door leading into the lounge. As she stepped through the open doorway, her eyes widened in alarm, as she spotted the open outer door to the apartment. "What the...?" Some sixth sense warned her of another presence in the room. As she started to turn, a raised wooden chair crashed down onto her head, and shattered into pieces. With a low groan, Jennifer's legs buckled beneath her, and she crumpled to the floor, unconscious. "Shit! Who the hell is this?" Selina asked herself, staring down at the blonde girl, sprawled out at her feet. "And why is she totally naked? No, not totally naked!" Catwoman corrected herself, with a quiet chortle, as she bent down and tugged the Earrings of Bastet from the girl's earlobes. "Well, well! This must be my lucky night?" She paused, listening for the sound of any movement coming from the bedroom, but all she could hear was the sound of regular breathing. "Ms Gordon, I presume?" she told herself, with a smile of satisfaction. Just at that moment, Tony Lambergo appeared in the outer doorway and Catwoman placed a warning finger to her lips, before beckoning him inside. "Tie the blonde bitch up!" she hissed, as Snake's gaze alighted on the naked girl, lying sprawled out on the floor, and his mouth fell open. "Leave Ms Gordon to me!" He looked up and nodded. Catwoman took a small vial of clear liquid and a hypodermic syringe, from a small case, which she'd just removed from a compartment in her utility belt. Pushing the needle through the plastic stopper, she drew the vial's contents into the syringe. The liquid was a fast acting derivative of Rohypnol, the so-called 'date-rape' drug. She slipped into the bedroom and crept toward the bed, thumb on the plunger of the hypodermic syringe. Just as she was leaning over her victim, Barbara's eyes fluttered open. "Wha'...? Aaiiieee!" Selina plunged the needle into the side of Barbara's exposed neck and injected the contents, moments before the girl's hands clutched at her wrist and yanked her arm away. "What have you done to me, you fiend!" the redhead gasped, scrambling out of bed, still clutching Catwoman's wrist, desperately struggling with her assailant. Catwoman had just enough time to register that the girl was totally nude, before a swiftly rising knee caught her in the crotch! As she doubled up, with a gasp of pain, the librarian grabbed her around the neck, hauling her across the bed and slamming her up against the far wall, accompanied by a grunt of pain. "I must be loosing my touch?" Catwoman muttered, as she rose to her feet, shaking her cowled head, to clear it. "What have you done with Jen?" the angry redhead demanded, crouching low, ready to attack. "And what have you injected me with, you feline fiend?" Suddenly, two massive arms wrapped themselves around her shapely torso, from behind, pinning her arms to her sides. Barbara struggled and squirmed, trying to break free of the vise-like hold. "Lemme go, you big ape!" she cried, not knowing how apt her metaphor was. She could already feel her senses starting to reel, and her struggles growing weaker, as the injection started to kick in. She tried to kick out at his shins, but her powerful opponent just chuckled at her feeble attempts. "Where the hell were you?" growled the voluptuous feline, rubbing her tender ass, where it had smacked up against the wall. The naked girl stopped struggling and passed out in Snake's muscular arms, with a sigh. "I was tying and gagging the blonde, boss, just like you ordered!" he protested. "Anyway, I think I've seen that blonde bitch before, somewhere?" "Tie the Gordon bitch up, then throw a coat over her, and carry her down to the car!" Selina ordered, with a triumphant leer. "I want to take my time, exacting my revenge on Ms. Barbara Gordon!" "What about the blonde?" he asked. "As I said, I think I..." "Leave her here! We've got what we came for! I'll join you in the car, as soon as I've had a quick look around the apartment!" -oOo- Five minutes later, Selina held up a brief red loincloth with a golden border, and a pair of gold-colored sandals, that she'd discovered in the walk-in closet. "Well, well, a couple of mementoes from our last, all-to-brief encounter?" she murmured, placing the items in a plastic carrier bag, along with her precious earrings and several sex aids, that she'd taken a fancy to. She glanced at her wristwatch. "Time I was off!" she muttered, hefting her haul. As she passed through the lounge, she paused to check out the unconscious, tied and gagged, still naked blonde. The girl's breathing was shallow, and a trickle of blood oozed from an egg-sized lump on the back of her scalp, but she would live! Selina ran her gaze over the girl's shapely, sprawled-out figure. "You sure are a looker, honey!" she murmured to herself. "I can see why that lesbian bitch, Gordon, fancies you!" Thursday, 3:05 am Tony Lambergo pulled the car into the curb, right in front of the Beaumont Hotel. He switched off the engine then twisted around to peer into the back seat, where the redhead was sprawled out, sound asleep. The coat had fallen aside, revealing all her naked charms to his hot, hungry gaze. "She sure is a sexy-looking bitch!" he exclaimed, feeling his penis twitch and start to grow and harden. He rubbed his hand against the growing bulge in his pants. "Even better than that blonde slut who she was shacked up with!" "Yeah, yeah!" Selina responded, only half-listening to her companion's lustful meanderings, as she scanned the street for any signs of activity. There was no signs of life, pedestrian or otherwise. "Now that I think about it, I'm sure she was the same dame that I was gonna strangle in the hospital, after I'd finished fuckin' her, but it was hard to be absolutely certain? This one wuz wearin' lots of make-up!" Catwoman frowned. Snake now had her full attention. "Tony, why were you trying to kill that girl in the hospital?" she asked, curiously, turning to look at him. "'Cause I was the guy who shot her, of course! She would've told the cops it was definitely me, once she regained her memory! It was her, together with the Boy Wonder, who foiled our jewel heist! She was dressed in her Batgirl outfit then, of course!" "WHAT?" Catwoman grabbed his shoulder and pulled him around to face her full on. "Are you telling me that the blonde bitch is BATGIRL? You... you IDIOT! You MORON! Why didn't you tell me this before?" "'Cause you never asked!" he protested, shrugging her hand away. "We could still go back and pick her up, if you want to?" "No! No, someone may have stumbled upon her by now, and we've still got to get this one, up to my hotel room, unseen!" Catwoman snarled, jerking a thumb in the direction of the unconscious redhead. "I'll deal with the blonde later!" -oOo- "C'mon, the coast is clear," Catwoman hissed, having checked out the hotel lobby, and discovered that the night clerk was absent from the front desk. "Probably sound asleep in the back?" she surmised, erroneously. She turned and slipped the sleeping redhead's other arm around her neck, as she helped Snake to lug her up the entrance steps, across the lobby to the stairwell, and up the flight of stairs. Dwight Atkins, the regular night clerk, looked up from his steaming mug of coffee, at the overhead security monitor, when he heard a curious scuffing sound coming from the lobby. His eyes opened wide, as he saw the image of a big, ugly guy and a shapely dame, dressed up in a slinky purple skintight body stocking, half carrying, half dragging a red-haired female, wearing a long woolen overcoat, towards the stairwell. From the way the girl's head was lolling about, she was either out for the count, or drunk as a skunk! "Shit!" Dwight gasped, his hand reaching for the telephone, to inform the police. He hesitated, and then took his hand away. "This ain't none o' your business, Dwight!" he reminded himself, with a firm shake of the head. "You ain't seen diddly-squat!" Thursday, 6:32 am "Ooohhh! Nnngghh! Aahhhh!" Jenny groaned, pain knifing through her skull, as she started to come around. Her head felt as if someone was using a pneumatic drill on it and the room seemed to swirl around, sickeningly. "Aaarrggh!" She let out another muffled gasp of pain, as she rolled over onto her side and realized her wrists were tightly tied together, behind her back, and her legs were bound together just above her knees, and about her ankles. A piece of sodden balled-up cloth had been stuffed into her mouth, effectively gagging her, she realized. She squirmed around on the living room carpet and, rubbing her cheek against the coarse pile, with much writhing and groaning, she finally managed, with the help of her tongue, to eject the balled-up, saliva sodden material from her mouth. Gasping for breath, she starred at the soaked material, a few inches from her nose. It looked like a pair of scrunched up panties, probably from the dirty linen basket? "Ugh!" she groaned, feeling a little queasy, just at the thought. "Barbara?" she called out, hoarsely. "Barbara, are you there?" Jennifer knew in her heart, that there would be no answer. "Must... get... Batman!" she gasped, twisting around to stare in the direction of the telephone, which was sitting on a low coffee table, next to the chaise-lounge. "But how?" Her big blue eyes lit up, as she spotted the dangling telephone flex. With much huffing and puffing, Jenny slowly squirmed her naked body over to the table. Then, raising her head as high as she could, she grasped the flex between her even white teeth and gave a sharp yank. The phone tumbled off the low table and hit the carpeted floor, with a loud clatter. "Shit, I hope I haven't broken the damned thing?" she muttered, with a thrill of apprehension. She wriggled over to the phone and heaved a sigh of relief, as she heard a continuous humming noise. Then she used her nose to punch in Bruce Wayne's home telephone number. The phone kept ringing. "Someone pick up the damned receiver!" she groaned. Her head was still throbbing with pain and she felt as if she was about to vomit up the entire contents of her stomach. "Wayne Manor, Alfred speaking!" "Alfred, thank goodness!" she gasped. "Is Bruce there?" "He's still in bed, Ms Jenny!" Alfred replied, recognizing Jennifer Goodbody's voice. Her voice sounded rather odd and strained. "Tell him to put on his Batman costume and get over to Barbara's place, straight away! I think she's been kidnapped... or murdered?" she said, urgently. "Goodness gracious! I'll awaken him at once, Miss!" "Oh, and Alfred, tell him to bring a first aid kit! I-I don't feel so good!" "At least you've got your memory back, Ms Jenny!" Jennifer blinked, as she heard the butler break the connection. "I've got my memory back?" she repeated, as her vision started to sickeningly swirl again. With a loud groan, she passed out. Thursday, 7:07 am Jennifer regained consciousness, to find The Batman crouching over her, mopping her brow with a well-moistened handtowel. Robin was unraveling the loops of rope from about her lower thighs, trying not to stare at her naked pussy, without a great deal of success. There was a distinct bulge in the front of his Robin-briefs. "Are you all right, Jenny?" the Caped Crusader asked, anxiously, as her eyelids fluttered open. "B-Barbara?" she gasped, her eyes widening, as her memories came flooding back. "Abducted! The bedroom has been ransacked!" he replied, grimly. "Now, keep your head still, young lady!" "Can I put on some clothes first, please?" she asked, blushing, as Robin freed her ankles and cast another furtive look between the tops of her thighs. "Not until I've cleaned up that nasty looking head wound!" Batman retorted, dabbing at the injury with the damp towel. "Ouch!" Jenny gasped, jerking her head away. "Careful, that hurts!" "Sorry!" Batman grinned. "Doesn't look too bad, just a nasty lump and some skin abrasions, but you may be suffering from slight concussion, Jennifer, so you should go to your doctor for a checkup?" He applied some medicated balm from a tube he took from his utility belt. "At least the bleeding seems to have stopped!" "I'm fine! Oh, by the way, I seem to have recovered my memory?" "So Alfred informed me! A bang on the head, can sometimes result in such things, I understand?" Batman replied, nodding. She struggled to her feet, with Batman's help. "Do you think it was The Catwoman, Bruce?" she enquired, anxiously. "Almost certainly!" Jennifer turned her back on the Dynamic Duo. "Now, will one of you guys mind untying my wrists, so I can put some clothes on?" she requested, with an amused twinkle in her eye. The Caped Crusaders both blushed behind their masks, then rushed to comply. Is this the end for the Dark Damsel? Tune in for the penultimate chapter of our saga, coming soon! Batgirl: Amnesiac Angel Ch. 08 This is the fourth in my ongoing series of Batgirl stories, in which I try to explore the developing sexuality of her everyday counterpart, Barbara Gordon and her relationships with those around her, hopefully with a dash of excitement thrown in, for good measure. My grateful thanks, to all those readers who have sent me feedback containing their suggestions and opinions. The storyline continues on from that of 'Batgirl Enhanced'. Warning! This fictional story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers, and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended. Chapter 8: Sacrificial Lamb Thursday, 7:10 am Catwoman stood with her hands on her bare hips, staring down at the naked female, painfully stretched out, spread-eagle, on the bed, her wrists and ankles securely bound to the four corners of the steel bedframe, by lengths of sturdy nylon cord. Snake stood over by the door, arms folded across his chest, strangely rigid. He was staring straight ahead, with a vacant expression on his ugly face, instead of his more usual scowl. Selina had placed him under the spell of Bastet, once he had firmly secured the red-haired librarian to the bed. The evil feline had ditched her sheer purple catsuit for the short red loincloth and sandals of a High Priestess of Bastet, the Ancient Egyptian cat goddess. The solid gold cat earrings, swayed from her earlobes and her shapely naked breasts gently bounced against her ribcage, as she moved about the hotel room, deep in thought. Her eyes were heavily made up with black mascara, in the traditional Ancient Egyptian cat-look. "Nnngghh!" The girl on the bed groaned, finally starting to come around, her head twisting from side to side, her silky red hair splayed out over the pillow behind her, framing her lovely face. Her long eyelashes fluttered, as her eyes sprang open and tried to focus on the naked light bulb, hanging by an electric flex from the stained, off-white ceiling. "What happened, where am I?" she gasped, her hands automatically tugging at her bonds. She started to squirm her hips, immediately realizing that her wide-spread ankles were similarly pinned in position. "Oh noooh!" she gasped, blushing, as she peered down at her naked body through her shapely, heaving breasts. Her long coat had been folded up and rammed under her buttocks, raising her hips up off the mattress and forcing her to arch her back, painfully. She turned her head to the side and gasped again, as she saw the near naked figure of Selina Kyle, once more dressed as a High Priestess of Bastet. "You!" she gasped. "Awake at last, Ms Gordon?" Selina remarked, with a humorless smile on her blood-red lips. "Release me at once, you... you weirdo!" Barbara cried, vainly tugging at her wrist bonds. She was experiencing a strange sense of deja vu! "You will always address me as High Priestess!" snapped the Catwoman, angrily, leaning forward to flick Barbara's already prominent nipples, into full aching hardness. "Anything other than that, will be severely punished," she added, gripping the erect teats between her fingers and thumbs and twisting them, viciously, to emphasize her words. "Aaagghh!" Barbara gasped, as the intense pain was immediately followed by a tingling sensation, that surged throughout her body. Her breasts seemed to catch on fire. The Priestess squeezed and pulled her aching teats and Barbara felt her pussy starting to throb and ache with an intense unfulfilled lust. She squeezed her eyes tight shut. "Please, noooh, Priestess, I beg you! Aaagghh! Yes, oh yes, yesss, yesssss!" she gasped, growing hotter and hotter by the second. Only Selina Kyle truly knew how to get the best out of the Earrings of Bastet! The priestess paused her torture, to clamber onto the bed, between Barbara's widespread thighs. There was a loud click, followed by a continuous buzzing sound. Barbara's eyes flew open again. The green-eyed temptress was licking and slurping the end of a familiar looking vibrating dildo, as she slid it in and out between her scarlet-painted, ovalled lips. Selina's eyes crinkled at the corners, as she smiled at the horrified look on her victim's face. "Enjoy!" she purred, once she had removed the vibrator from her mouth. She rammed it into Barbara's exposed pussy, in a single, vicious movement. "Unnngghh! Aaaggghhh!" Barbara's hips jerked upward, at the sudden excruciating pain in her unlubricated sheath. "Please, nooooooo!" she wailed, as he hips surged up to meet the pistoning device. "Aaaaggghhh!" "The next thing you will feel up there, will be my ceremonial dagger, when I sacrifice you to the Goddess Bastet!" Selina snarled, her amused expression having disappeared, to be replace by one of pure undiluted hatred. "The goddess does not easily forgive those who deceive her, or those who abuse her sacred powers!" She leant forward and kissed her victim on the lips, hot and hungrily, her hand plunging the sex toy in and out of Barbara's rapidly moistening pussy, with an almost mechanical jerkiness. Within seconds, Barbara found herself kissing Selina back, eagerly, voraciously, all thoughts of her impending demise, forgotten. She wanted this gorgeous female. She needed her High Priestess to make love to her, whatever the cost, even if it meant her very life! Nothing else seemed to matter! Thursday, 7:32 am Dwight looked up at the clock on the wall and sighed. His relief was due on at eight, and he was wondering whether to inform him about last night's strange occurrence? The dame in the purple catsuit, had looked mighty familiar? He frowned in unaccustomed concentration, trying to remember where he'd seen the female before. "Holy shit, it was the Catwoman!" he exclaimed, swinging his feet off the counter, as the penny finally dropped. "Wasn't there something on the news about her escaping from Arkham Asylum?" He reached over and switched on the portable radio and tuned in to a local news channel. "... and now for some news that's just in! Tony 'Snake' Lambergo, who was awaiting trial for robbery and attempted murder, has escaped from the high security cells at GCPD headquarters, much to the embarrassment of our Police Commissioner, Jim Gordon, who never wastes an opportunity to tell us how efficient the City's finest are! According to an official source, police believe that Lambergo was sprung by none other than... you've guessed it folk, The Catwoman! Two uniformed police officers are reported to have been hospitalized, due to injuries they received, during the break-out! Catwoman herself, had only escaped from the supposedly high security wing of New Arkham Asylum, a little more than twenty-four hours earlier! The police have no idea of the current whereabouts of either of these dangerous criminals, but local multi-millionaire businessman and well-known philanthropist, Bruce Wayne, has generously offered a 10,000 dollar reward, for any information leading to the apprehension of either of these dangerous individuals! A spokesman for..." Dwight switched off the radio and gave a loud whoop of delight. "Wow! This is your lucky day, Dwight!" he chortled, rubbing his hands together. "Not only will I be able to claim the reward for Catwoman, but that big guy I saw her with, must've been that Snake Lambergo character? I should be able to claim another ten grand from this guy, Wayne, for turning him in?" He eagerly reached for the telephone and punched in 911. Thursday, 7:44 am "Thank you, Commissioner, that is indeed a stroke of good fortune! Please keep your officers at long range. One slip at this stage, could alert the kidnappers and mean the end for your daughter! Robin and myself will attempt the rescue, as soon as we get over to the hotel!" "What about me?" enquired a female voice, as Bruce hung up the phone. Startled, Batman looked around, to see the figure of the Batgirl, standing with her legs astride, hands on hips, at the base of a Batpole. She had slid down into the Batcave, un-noticed, just a minute or so earlier, in time to catch the bulk of the telephone conversation between Bruce and the highly agitated Commissioner of Police. "Jennifer? What on earth are you doing here?" the Caped Crusader demanded, with a stern look on his face. "And why the Batgirl outfit, instead of your usual Sparrow costume?" enquired Robin, with a frown. "I'm coming with you guys!" she informed the Dark Knight. "And there was no time to go back to my place and collect my own costume, Boy Wonder!" she added, turning to address his young partner. "So, I borrowed one of Barbara's outfits!" Batman knew there was no time to argue with the hotheaded young woman. He could fill in his fellow vigilantes, on the current situation, during the drive downtown. "Very well," he agreed, reluctantly. "To the Batmobile! Jennifer, you'll have to squeeze in-between Robin and myself!" Thursday, 7:55 am Selina raised her head from between the redhead's widespread thighs, the spell-bound girl's copious secretions glistening around her lips and all over her chin. She sat back, then straddled Barbara's hips, once she was sure the redhead had recovered from her multiple orgasms. "Is your blonde lover the Batgirl?" she enquired, her hypnotic green eyes glittering, insanely. "N-No, Mistress!" Barbara gasped, wide-eyed, completely under her thrall, shaking her head from side to side, vigorously. "Lying bitch!" The priestess's right hand swung down in a broad arc, the palm viciously striking her helpless prisoner on the left cheek, knocking her head to one side, and bringing tears to her big green eyes. The priestess decided to change her approach. "Do you know the REAL identity of the Batgirl?" she purred. "Y-Yes, Mistress!" A cruel smile touched the lips of the High Priestess. This was better! "WELL... who is it?" she snarled, viciously twisting Barbara's stiff, erect nipples and causing her slave to arch her back up off the bed, and gasp with pain. "Arrgghh! It's ME, High Priestess! I am the Batgirl!" she cried, tears trickling from the corners of her eyes. "LYING WHORE!" Selina vented her frustration, by backhanding Barbara across the face, knocking her head to the opposite side and splitting her lower lip in the process. She knew the redhead was lying. She had seen the two of them together, in the abandoned subway station, during her previous incarnation! She climbed off her victim and signaled to Snake to approach the bed. "Slave, see what you can get out of this lying bitch!" she commanded. Lambergo came out of his zombie-like trance and approached the bed, with a hungry look on his ugly face, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his denim pants. He mounted the bed, kneeling between the girl's thighs, his impressive erection clamped in his right fist. "Okay, bitch, this is where you get yours!" he chortled, positioning the throbbing purple dome of his glans, at the entrance to her already sopping pussy. "Please, noooooo!" Barbara gasped, not really sure whether she'd meant to say yes instead? "Aaaaagggghhhh!" The girl screamed in both pain and pleasure, as he rammed his pelvis forward, his massive cock entering her, in one powerful, urgent penetration. As he began to thrust in and out, he reached out and grasped the girl's superb tits, digging his clawed fingers into the soft, pliable flesh then squeezing them together. "DON'T treat the lying cow so gently!" his mistress snarled, the tip of her bullwhip cracking against his muscular naked buttocks and leaving a red-raw weal. He jerked with the sudden hot pain, and increased the tempo of his thrusting, still further. "More! More!" gasped the rape victim, squirming her hips with undisguised pleasure. "Harder!" "Faster! Faster!" snarled the high priestess, cracking her whip across his bucking ass, to urge him on. -oOo- While all this was taking place, the Chief of Police, was deploying his forces around the Beaumont Hotel. Roadblocks had been set up in the street, at both ends of the block, and as many citizens as possible, had been moved out of the immediate danger zone, without alerting the kidnappers. Chief O'Hara was itching to go in with all guns blazing, but the Irishman was under strict instructions from the Commissioner of Police, to hold off, until the arrival of the Caped Crusaders. "Where the hell are they?" he muttered, hopping from one foot to the other, then glancing at his gold pocket watch, awarded to him for forty years in the Gotham City Police Force. "To be sure, the poor Colleen may be having to endure all sorts of despicable tortures, while we're standing here, lollygagging?" "Just say the word, Chief," growled the senior officer standing at his elbow, "and we'll rush the joint?" "No, no, O'Flaherty, we'd better give the caped boyos a few more minutes yet!" O'Hara replied, with a frustrated shake of his head. Batgirl: Amnesiac Angel Ch. 09 This is the fourth in my ongoing series of Batgirl stories, in which I try to explore the developing sexuality of her everyday counterpart, Barbara Gordon and her relationships with those around her, hopefully with a dash of excitement thrown in, for good measure. My grateful thanks, to all those readers who have sent me feedback containing their suggestions and opinions. The storyline continues on from that of 'Batgirl Enhanced'. Warning! This fictional story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers, and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended. Chapter 9: A Bat & Two Birds To The Rescue Thursday, 8:09 am The Batmobile roared down the street and screeched to a halt, with the stench of burning rubber assailing the nostrils of the uniformed policemen. The dynamic trio leapt out and ran over to the improvised barricade of black and whites, and the unmistakable portly figure of the crouching Chief of Police, who was holding a bullhorn in his right hand. "Begorra, Batman, thank goodness you've arrived!" he exclaimed, in his familiar thick Irish brogue. "Good morning, Chief O'Hara!" replied the Caped Crusader, calmly. "What is the current situation?" "We've got the Beaumont Hotel completely surrounded, but haven't tried to go in yet, as per your instructions, Batman!" "Good work, Chief!" "Are they aware of the police presence out here?" Jenny asked, with a worried frown behind her mask. "I don't think so, Batgirl!" replied O'Hara, ogling the Dark Damsel's shapely figure. Her translucent, skin-tight costume, left very little to the imagination. He was, of course, unaware that the this sexy creature was anything other than the genuine article. "The night clerk, Dwight Atkins, has agreed to remain at the front desk, so as not to arouse any suspicions! Oh, this...?" he added, looking at the bullhorn and realizing why she had asked the question. "I will only use this, if the unimaginable occurs and your rescue attempt fails, and we think we have a hostage situation!" "Good thinking, Chief!" Batman complemented, patting the shorter policeman on the shoulder. "How up to date is your intelligence?" "We've been in constant telephone contact with Atkins, Caped Crusader! As far as he is aware, both escaped criminals and Ms Gordon, are still up in their room!" "What's the room number?" "We think it's room 12, on the second floor!" "THINK?" The Irishman looked a little embarrassed. "The room was originally booked by a hooker! Atkins now thinks she may have been The Catwoman in disguise?" "Hmm? C'mon, Robin, we'd better go in on foot! Batgirl, you stay here! If we need any back-up, we'll call for it!" With that, the Dark Knight set off on a loping run, heading for the front entrance of the dilapidated hotel, closely followed by the more colorfully attired Boy Wonder. "What a damned nerve!" Jenny muttered, hands on her hips and chest thrust out, her ears going red beneath her cowl. "Where's room 12 situated, relative to our position, Chief?" "Second floor, on the near side of the building, Batgirl! It's facing that block of apartments," replied O'Hara, pointing in the general direction of the Beaumont. "Why did you...?" He turned his face back toward the Dark Angel, but she had vanished. "Now where's she gone?" he wondered, taking off his cap and scratching his thinning pate. -oOo- Barbara rushed into the dilapidated Victorian style apartment block, next to the Beaumont, just as the Dynamic Duo were entering the front entrance of the seedy hotel. The newer block of apartments, was a couple of levels higher than the neighboring five-story hotel, but at least it did have an elevator! She sprinted through the open door of the empty cage and hit the button for the top floor, then leant back against the wall, to recover her breath, as it rose toward her destination. Thursday, 8:14 am Batman slipped behind the front desk, and quietly entered the small room leading off from it, closely followed by Robin. "Mr. Atkins?" he enquired, softly. Dwight almost fell off his chair, as he pulled his feet off the table and spun around, wide-eyed. "Batman?" he gasped, then relaxed. "Thank God you're here at last! I think they're still holed up in her room; number 12, second floor!" The Caped Crusader nodded. "Did you notice anything unusual, when they arrived, Mr. Atkins?" "Well, the dame was dressed in this sexy see-through purple body stocking, with just some tiny black thong panties worn underneath, and the guy she was with, was big... big and ugly! Boy, was he UGLY!" "I meant about the victim, the redhead?" "Oh, yeah! Well, she was wearing a long tan-colored overcoat, and the way her head was lollin' about, I figured she was either drunk as a skunk, or high on drugs?" "So, she didn't look as if she was accompanying them, voluntarily?" "Voluntarily? They had to support her, between them! She looked dead to the world!" "Thank you, Mr. Atkins! Now, I suggest that, for your own safety, you now go and join the policemen, behind the barricade, up the street! Leave everything to the Boy Wonder and myself!" Dwight nodded, wide eyed. "I, ah, I will still get the reward, won't I, Batman?" he asked, eagerly, as he stood up to leave. Batman nodded. "I'm sure you will, providing we apprehend these dangerous criminals, Mr. Atkins! C'mon Robin!" The two masked vigilantes exited the room and headed for the staircase, across the lobby, at a fast jog. Thursday, 8:16 am Jenny, still panting, focused the Bat-binoculars on the second story window, from her position on the edge of the rooftop, then gasped aloud. She could clearly see Barbara, bound to a bed. Her closest friend was stark naked and a big man was lying on top of her, his trousers about his knees, his bottom jerking up and down, as he raped the helpless captive. "Bastard!" she snarled. She had recognized Lambergo, but the Catwoman was nowhere in sight. She drew out her pneumatic gun and fitted a grapnel, pointed it at the lower roof of the hotel, and pressed the trigger. With a whoosh, the multi-barbed hook flew across the intervening space, trailing a thin nylon twine. The grapnel struck the flat roof of the hotel, with a metallic clang and slithered to a halt. She drew in the slack in the line, until the grapnel hooked on the inner lip of the parapet, then gave a sharp tug, to ensure it was firmly embedded in place. She lined up her position with the window of room 12 then, with a sharp intake of breath, gripped the rope tightly, and launched herself into the intervening space. She swung down through the thin air, in a broad arc, both legs positioned together in front of her, her boots aimed at the fast approaching window. Thursday, 8:17 am When the Dynamic Duo reached the door to room 12, Batman stepped back, then launched himself at it, with one booted foot raised. This was no time for finesse! There was an almighty crash, as the wooden door cracked and splintered and the lock tore out of the frame. The badly damaged door flew inward, almost coming completely off its hinges, under the force of the impact. The high priestess and her male slave, both froze with surprise, as Batman stepped into the room, with his caped compadre close on his heels. "You may as well give up now!" Batman said, calmly, taking a Batarang from his utility belt, just in case. "The police have the building completely surr..." His words were interrupted by an almighty crash of shattering glass, as Batgirl smashed through the window, feet first. Unfortunately, her flight was not as perfect as she would have wished, and as she released the nylon rope, Jenny tumbled straight into the Batman, knocking both him and Robin off their feet. When they had disentangled their various limbs, and scrambled to their feet, they saw the woman in the brief loincloth and garish eye makeup, pointing a very un-Egyptian Heckler and Koch semi-automatic pistol at them, with a triumphant smirk on her crimson lips. "A most fortuitous entrance, Batgirl! Hands in the air, all of you! Snake, get your cock out of Ms Gordon and untie her. We shall need her and the Batbimbo here, as our hostages. When you have finished that, tie her hands behind her back, then do the same with the keystone cops!" She waved the gun at the dynamic trio. "Don't try anything funny, Caped Buffoons, this gun has a hair trigger, and I won't hesitate to kill you, if I have to!" Snake climbed off the supine redhead, his cock slipping out of her pussy with a wet slurping sound. Her short red pussy hair was plastered to her mons, which was slick with his cum. Barbara moaned with disappointment, she had just been about to climax again! He quickly untied her, and then dragged her to her feet, yanking her arms behind her back and binding her wrists together, with one of the lengths of cord. "Are you alright, Barbara?" cried an anxious Batgirl. Barbara blinked, her eyes slowly focusing, as she started to come out of her sexual stupor. "What? Oh, yes, thank you Jen... er, Batgirl!" Catwoman, Snake and the bound Ms Gordon, were standing on one side of the bed, the latter's thighs glistening with the secretions oozing from her pouting pink pussy. The three costumed vigilantes all stood on the opposite side of the bed, nearest the door, with their hands held high in the air. "Tie 'em up, Snake," Selena repeated to her muscle-bound companion, "but be careful NOT to get in my line of fire!" Lambergo nodded, nervously, and moved over behind the Dynamic Trio. Assuming Batman was their most dangerous advisory, he started tying his wrists together first. At this point, Selena made a fatal mistake; she took her eyes off the naked, but bound librarian, as she watched the costumed trio, just in case one of them tried something foolish. By now, Barbara had stopped craving sex, and her mind had cleared. Seeing her opportunity, she swung her long lithe leg up, with all her might, striking the gun arm of the high priestess, and sending the lethal weapon spinning through the air. "Eeeiikk!" Selina uttered a loud shriek of pain and anger, and dived to retrieve the weapon, which had gone skidding across the threadbare carpet, upon landing. But she never made it! Batgirl had launched herself forward, and her flying foot caught the high priestess smack between her naked boobs. "Umph!" The near naked priestess spun around, just in time to receive a vicious head butt from the bound redhead. Even as she fell back onto the bed, Robin was delivering a rabbit punch to the back of Tony Lambergo's thick, bulging neck. "Aagghh!" With a loud grunt of pain, Tony spun around, dropping the lengths of rope he was holding. "Why, you..." With a roar of rage, the half-dazed ape, reached out and gripped Robin around the throat and started to throttle him. Batman pulled his half-tied wrists apart, and delivered a perfectly executed karate chop, to the side of Lambergo's neck. The big man loosened his grip and slowly crumpled to the floor, unconscious. "Thanks, Batman!" Robin croaked, massaging his sore and bruised larynx, but Batman had already turned toward the substitute Batgirl. He had nothing to worry about. Jenny was already astride the supine Selina Kyle, her hands pinning the feline's wrists back against the mattress, above her head. "You've lost, Catwoman!" she murmured, with a triumphant smile on her purple painted lips. "There's a nice cozy cell waiting for you, back at New Arkham!" Selina Kyle starred back at her advisory, with hate filled eyes, a dark bruise already starting to form on her forehead. "Bitch!" she snapped. "I will get you next time, Batgirl, if it's the last thing I ever do!" Jenny noticed the Earrings of Bastet, dangling from Selina's earlobes, and slipped them off. "You won't be needing these anymore," she murmured, with a mischievous smile. The gold adornments had a strange warmth about them? Conclusion Several Weeks Later Jim Gordon replaced the phone and looked up at the group of people crowded around his desk in his office in GCPD headquarters. The small but colorful group, was comprised of Batman, Robin, Batgirl (in reality, Jennifer Goodbody, in disguise) and his adopted daughter, Barbara Gordon. He smiled, and creases appeared at the corners of his gray-blue eyes. "That, ladies and gentlemen, was an overseas call from the curator of the Museum of Egyptian Antiquities in Cairo!" he announced. He leant back in his chair, clasping his hands behind his neck, before continuing. "He wishes to thank all of you for your unstinting efforts, in helping to recover and return the 'Earrings of Bastet'. He will also be writing to you, personally, Barbara, care of Gotham City Central Library, expressing his government's gratitude!" "That particular item of jewelry, seems to have caused more than its fair share of trouble in Gotham City!" the Caped Crusader exclaimed, with a frown. "I totally agree," replied the gray-haired police commissioner. "At least that feline menace, The Catwoman, is back behind bars in New Arkham Asylum, where she belongs! Oh, by the way, Batman, Jeremiah Arkham has asked me to thank you for your invaluable assistance, and to let you know that the extra security features you suggested, have now been installed!" "Excellent news, Commissioner! Perhaps, in future, we will all spend less time and valuable resources rounding up escaped costumed criminals?" "What about Tony Lambergo?" Batgirl enquired, standing with her chest thrust out, feet astride and hands on her hips. The policeman swallowed hard and dragged his eyes away from her Kevlar covered breasts. "He's safely back behind bars, Batgirl, awaiting trial, but with you and the Boy Wonder as prosecution witnesses, I can't seem him ending up with less than twelve years in the State Penitentiary!" He turned to face his lovely daughter, apparently fully recovered from her latest traumatic mis-adventure. "How is Ms. Goodbody, by the way, Barbara dear?" Barbara smiled back at her father. "Jennifer has totally recovered, including her memory, and is back at work at the library, daddy! I'm sorry she couldn't be here today, but you'll probably be seeing a whole lot more of her, from now on?" The three caped heroes, all nodded their agreement, broad grins on their faces. Jim Gordon's brow creased in confusion. He couldn't see what was so amusing? End