3 comments/ 22259 views/ 5 favorites Batgirl: The Vampyre Caper Ch. 01 By: Angelique Bouchette This story is the seventh in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, mainly based on characters in the early Batman comics and that wonderful '60s TV series but with the timeline brought up to the present. Warning! This fictional story contains strictly ADULT content and is ONLY intended for mature readers and for personal consumption. No copyright infringement is intended. The Adventures Of Batgirl Batgirl: The Vampyre Caper Chapter 1: The Ultimate Batsuit Barbara Gordon, Assistant Chief Librarian at the Gotham City Public Library, was sitting at her desk, browsing through copies of some ancient documents relating to the early days of the American Civil War, when her cellular phone beeped. "Drat!" she muttered, putting down the document she had been reading and slipping off her horn-rimmed reading spectacles, before reaching over for her personal phone. On the illuminated screen, were the words 'New text message received'. "Now who can this be?" Barbara mused, with a puzzled frown. The lovely redhead rarely received text messages, except the occasional one from her close friend and sometimes lover, Jennifer Goodbody. Since Jenny also happened to work in the library and was probably no more than twenty or thirty paces away from her office, at that very moment, it was unlikely to be her. Barbara quickly thumbed through to the Text Messages Inbox and selected the latest arrival. Her face grew pale as soon she started reading the text that appeared: Batgirl, If you wish to learn something that is very much to your benefit, then please come to the back alley that leads off from Hampshire Boulevard (South), tonight at midnight precisely. On entering the alleyway, make your way to the third door on your right and press the buzzer button three times, to gain entry. Come alone or the deal is off. This is not a hoax! A Long Time Admirer "Damn! This is really bad news!" Barbara muttered, a deep frown creasing her forehead. "How the hell did the sender know where to send this text message? Does this mean that someone has somehow stumbled upon the secret identity of the Maid of Might? Oh shit, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!" Just as she bad-mouthed this last oath, Jenny happened to be walking past the open doorway to her office and happened to overhear it. Such language from her boss was unusual enough for the perky young blonde to pause and then step inside the office. "What's up girl?" her pretty blue-eyed assistant enquired, brightly. "You sounded pretty pissed about something or other." Barbara quickly exited the text message with a press of a button and covered up her cell phone with the palm of her hand, as she tried not to appear flustered. "Er, um, nothing, Jen," she insisted, shaking her head and forcing a welcoming smile on her full red lips. "Is that a new lipstick you're wearing? That shade really suits you." Jenny plumped her shapely ass on the corner of Barbara's desk and folded her arms over her shapely chest, determined not to be side-tracked. "Oh, yeah? You can't fool me, Barbara. Something's got you worried, hasn't it?" Barbara calmly picked up her reading glasses from the desk and slipped them back on, using the delaying tactic to gain control over her inner turmoil. She peered over the top of the frames at her young assistant. "Well... if you must know, something has, ah, cropped up and I won't be able to go out with you on our regular night patrol this evening," she explained. As Batgirl, Barbara frequently performed her late evening vigils accompanied by her crime-fighting partner, Sparrow, a.k.a. Jennifer Goodbody. The young blonde's face fell. "Gee, Barbara, that's too bad. You know how much I look forward to our nocturnal adventures. What's so important that it can't keep?" "Er, it's personal business, Jen. Sorry!" Barbara quickly changed the topic. "Why don't you join Batman and Robin for tonight's patrol and I'll see you in the morning?" she suggested. Jennifer gave her a sulky pout. "Yeah, okay, but it won't be half as much fun without you," she agreed. Barbara smiled as she picked up a manuscript from her desktop, suddenly all business-like. "Right. Now, if you could tootle along, Ms. Goodbody, some of us still have a lot of work to get through, before it's time to go home." She watched Jenny snort, dramatically, then stalk out of the open doorway. Once Jennifer had departed, Barbara re-opened the text message and read it again. The contents did not seem in any way threatening. If the sender really HAD discovered her true identity, then perhaps she could convince him or her of the advantages of remaining silent? Also, she was curious to find out what this was all about. Either way, Batgirl would be paying a visit to that particular Gotham City neighborhood, tonight. -oOo- Batgirl approached the rendezvous by a circuitous route, over the rooftops, using her pneumatic Bat-pistol and grappling hook, with the strong nylon line attached, to swing from one tall building to the next. This way, she hoped to avoid any nasty surprises, if this turned out to be some sort of cunning trap. Also, she didn't want to bump into any of her fellow vigilantes and have to go into a convoluted explanation. She flew through the cool night air with the graceful ease of a trapeze artist in a circus big top, her short Bat-cape fluttering behind her, before landing lightly on the rooftop of the dilapidated apartment block that overlooked the alley in question. Batgirl was clad in the latest sexy variant of her Bat-costume. The clinging, stretch material was so sheer, you could clearly see the nipples and associated dark areolas of her otherwise naked breasts, in the pale moonlight, as well as the brief black thong clinging to her curvaceous hips, which barely managed to cover her nicely padded mons. As usual, her head was covered by a close-fitting combination of Bat-cowl and eye mask, with electronic enhanced hearing fitted into the two pointed bat-like ears that rose up from her headgear. The Dark Angel shivered in the cool night breeze. Sexy, revealing attire might be useful for distracting villains during close combat, but it provided little protection from their potentially lethal weapons, or the ambient temperature, for that matter. Crouching low, she rose up onto the balls of her feet, to avoid the click-clacking of her high-heels giving away her presence, before moving with the grace of a stalking black panther, over to the low parapet that marked the edge of the roof, directly above the narrow alley. She crouched low and observed the city streets below for the next ten minutes, using her night-vision infrared Bat-binoculars, to check for any signs of an ambush or other possible trap. Finally, satisfied that all was as it should be, she threw a nylon line over the side of the building. After double checking that the grappling hook was firmly embedded in the stone parapet and the rope was attached to the friction device on her utility belt, she eased herself over the edge, backwards, and quickly rappelled to the ground below. The Caped Cutie dropped to the street surface, in a defensive crouch, her electronically enhanced hearing tuned for any suspicious sounds above the dull rumble of passing traffic, still fairly frequent this close to the city centre, even at this time of night. She cautiously peered around before rising to her full height and slowly advanced along the narrow side street, her heels reinforcing the sexy sway of her ass. She paused next to the third entrance on her right, searching for the buzzer. The paint was peeling off the dilapidated looking wooden door. It didn't look as if it had been in use for years. "Ah, there it is," she murmured, reaching out and pressing the small red button, just to one side of the doorframe, three times, before glancing at her watch. It was precisely one minute to midnight. Batgirl failed to notice a miniature camera set into the upper corner of the doorframe, and so was unaware that she was under observation. Suddenly, a slightly distorted voice came from a small speaker embedded in the door. "Good evening, Batgirl. It is so nice to meet a woman who believes in punctuality, such a rarity in today's hectic world. Please enter!" There was a loud click and the door swung inward slightly. Cautiously, Batgirl eased open the heavy door. A set of poorly illuminated, narrow stone steps, led down to some sort of cellar. She edged inside, ever alert, and cautiously descended the first couple of steps. BANG! Batgirl almost jumped out of her costume, as the heavy wooden door slammed shut behind her. "A trap," she groaned, under her breath, "I should've known! Well, there's nothing else for it now... here goes." She crept down the remainder of the steps into a short hallway. Directly in front of her, was another doorway. She eased it open, her every sense on high alert, and found herself looking into a well-lit room, full of all sorts of strange and weird scientific equipment. Colored lights winked on electronic instrument panels, liquids bubbled in retorts and other glass devices, set over roaring Bunsen burner flames. Several tall metal gas cylinders with pressure valves, were chained upright, near to the doorway. Batgirl just stood there, open mouthed, hands on her hips. An old man with a straggly grey beard and long grey hair, wearing a stained, white laboratory coat, looked up from where he was sitting on a tall wooden stool in front of a bench. On the bench, was a color monitor, the screen showing a view of that part of the alleyway where Batgirl had just entered the building. He peered at the Dark Damsel, over the top of a thick-lensed pair of spectacles. "You've arrived at last. Come in, come in!" he called, with a cheerful cackle, waving her over. The Dark Damsel took a cautious step inside the room. "What is this place and who are you?" she demanded, assuming her classic heroine pose; feet astride, hands on hips, and chest thrust forward, belligerently. If this had been intended to frighten the old man, it failed, miserably. "Hee, hee, hee! My name is Doctor Zarkhov," he replied, "and this is my laboratory, but you may call me Zarky, if you wish, Batgirl." The man had a distinctly Central-European accent. "Well Zarky," she sneered, "what's this all about and how did you discover my cell phone number? The last thing I need is some nutty professor getting into my hair!" "Let me answer your second question first," replied the bespectacled scientist, good-humoredly. "I did NOT know your phone number but, with the aid of some complex computer analysis, I managed to narrow your secret identity down to the two hundred Gothamite women who were most likely to be the Batgirl, employing such criteria as estimated age, height, weight, fitness, vital statistics, etc. I then sent the same text message to all of you, expecting that 199 of you would treat it as a crank call and take no further action. As for the remaining recipient..." He chuckled. "Well, you can see that my little scheme worked." Batgirl looked at the weirdo with considerable respect in her eyes. "Very ingenious, doctor, but what if someone had reported your e-mail to the authorities and they had sent someone around to investigate?" "I would have denied all knowledge of it. Claimed that it must have been a hoax." "Hmm? Well, now that I'm here, what is it you wish to show me, and that ISN'T an invitation for you to drop your pants, by the way. Better men than you have tried to get into my panties." The old man chuckled again. "I see you haven't lost that wonderful sense of humor," he replied. "Now, please take off all your clothes." "WHAT? Why you dirty old lecher," Batgirl snarled, taking a couple of menacing steps toward him, her fists raised. He looked terrified, as he held up both hands over his head and cringed, defensively. "No, no, please don't hurt me, you don't understand. What I have invented is the ultimate replacement for your Bat-costume. How would you like an outfit that is both sheer and sexy but almost impervious to knives and bullets?" He stared at her hard erect nipples and a few barely visible goose bumps, the result of the cool evening air, and chuckled. "As well as one that will keep you warm and cozy on the coldest winter's night," he added, with a smile. He had gained her full attention now. The Dark Damsel frowned. "Is that possible, doctor? Surely no known fabric is capable of all those properties." "Well, this isn't exactly a fabric," he continued, unable to hide a smirk of triumph. "It's more a thin coating that covers the body. Think of it as something akin to 'body painting'." "Are you insane? There's no way I'm gonna strut around wearing just a layer of paint!" Batgirl retorted, angrily, going red in the face. "But this is a molecular layer, just 300 angstrom units thick," he protested. "Look, let me explain... are you familiar with the Periodic Table of Elements?" Batgirl frowned but nodded. "Then you are aware that there are 92 naturally occurring elements plus up to another 16 elements that are man-made, often radioactive and usually very unstable." "That is correct, but what has..." "Wrong, wrong, wrong!" He danced a quick jig of delight. "There are 93 stable, naturally occurring elements in this world of ours." He puffed out his chest, self-importantly. "I, Dr. Zarkhov, discovered the missing one, back in my old country, Transylvania. I have only recently emigrated from the motherland to your fine country, by the way. I have named this rare element Vampirium." Batgirl groaned under her breath. "I should have guessed," she muttered to herself, immediately making the connection. Aware that she was probably in the presence of a nutcase, Batgirl decided to go gently on him. "How come no-one else knows about this, what's it called... Vampirium?" she enquired. "Because I have kept its existence a closely guarded secret. I don't want some charlatan claiming the credit for my discovery," he snapped. "But what's it...." He held up a hand, cutting off the question. "I have finally, after many years of painstaking research, discovered how to use and control this material. Now, please take off your costume. You may retain your cowl and mask, if you wish. I am not trying to trick you into revealing your secret identity." "You're deadly serious about this, aren't you?" Batgirl asked, incredulously. "Of course. It is a necessary precursor." Batgirl decided to humor the old guy. "Alright. Please turn around and face the other way, while I disrobe." The doctor nodded, gleefully, and complied. When he had turned away, she unclipped her flowing cape, unbuckled her utility belt and removed her gloves. She then bent over and quickly removed her high-heeled ankle boots, before unzipping and stripping off her form-fitting catsuit. "You may turn around now," she announced, finally. He spun around on his stool, to see Batgirl standing with legs astride and hands on her hips, now naked apart from her Batcowl and mask and her clinging black thong. "I need you to take off your underwear as well," he said, somewhat apologetically, but grinning, nonetheless. Batgirl blushed beneath her mask, but took a deep breath, hooked her thumbs into her thong and pushed it down off her hips. Moments later, the skimpy item of underwear lay about her ankles and she calmly stepped out of it. "Is this okay?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips, pushing back her broad shoulders and deliberately thrusting out her breasts toward him. "Wunderbar! Now, if you could you raise your arms above your head and place your feet a little further apart, please?" Batgirl did so, without further comment. "Good! I see you shave your body or use depilatory creams, to remove unwanted hair. That is one less task for me to do." He rose off the stool and approached her, holding something shiny and metallic in his hand. "Please place this copper based alloy collar about your neck then touch the open ends together," he instructed. The Dark Angel took the collar from him and minutely examined it. It looked like any other copper or a copper based alloy, but it was strangely flexible. It was about a centimeter in diameter, with a small rectangular section at the mid-point of its length. She slipped it about her throat and brought the two ends together at the back of her neck. There was a slight sizzling sound and she was amazed to find that the two ends had fused together, seamlessly, without any application of heat. The collar felt a tight fit but not uncomfortably so. The scientist nodded, happily, as he pulled two similar but smaller devices from the pocket of his grubby lab coat. These had much reduced cross-sections compared to that of the collar and no rectangular section. "Good. I will now place these two similar devices about your wrists," he explained. As he slipped each copper-colored bracelet about her wrists and brought the free ends together, there were further sizzling noises as they cold-fused together. Each was now a tight, but not uncomfortable fit. Batgirl tried to move the band about her left wrist, but was unable to do so. She sighed then reached out and placed the palms of her hands upon his shoulders. "Look Doc, the clever body jewelry is all very pretty, but when are we going to get down to the nitty gritty, this new Vampirium outfit you claim to have invented?" "We are almost there," he replied, excitement shining in his eyes. "I think you should be the one to start the process, don't you think?" Batgirl sighed. "Okay, what do I have to do?" she asked, in a resigned tone. She was starting to have doubts about this whole weird caper, but since she had allowed it to go this far... "Just touch that button on the rectangular part of your collar at the front." Batgirl frowned, but reached up and did as he requested. There was the faintest of clicks. "Wow!" she exclaimed, as a deep purple colored coating seemed to flow down from the collar, with an undulating, fluid-like motion. It covered her shoulders and breasts, quickly moving down her arms and over her flat stomach and belly, before flowing down her shapely legs to completely cover her feet. It stopped when it reached the copper bracelets about her wrists, which then turned a deep purple color. Apart from her head, and hands, she was now completely purple. It looked as if she were wearing the most form-fitting of catsuits, but without a single seam, and so sheer that it left nothing, absolutely NOTHING to the imagination. "Wow!" she gasped again. "Fantastic, but why not cover the rest of my body as well?" "The layer is totally impervious. If we did not give you some areas of skin where your perspiration could evaporate and cool you, you would rapidly overheat and could possibly even die from heat exhaustion." "Hmm, so tell me again, what are the advantages of this thing?" He grinned, happily. "Apart from you looking incredibly sexy you mean?" She smiled and nodded. "Yes, apart from that." "Well, because Vampirium is extremely dense, it has an atomic weight of 236 by the way, it needs only a very thin layer of the stuff to protect you from the worst excesses of the environment or any of your weapon wielding kamikaze opponents. "No more chilly winters then?" she said, with a smile touching her lilac painted lips. "Correct! It also has the advantage that you can switch the molecular coating on or off any time you like, with just a touch of that button at your throat." Batgirl touched the button on her collar. Within seconds, the layer had withdrawn back into the collar, revealing her in all her flesh-colored nakedness. She shivered and wrapped her arms around her torso, beneath her boobs. Her nipples quickly grew hard and erect once more. Batgirl: The Vampyre Caper Ch. 01 "I can definitely feel the change in temperature," she acknowledged, with a slight shiver. He dragged his gaze away from her prominent teats. "No more having to find a tree or bush to hide behind, or a phone box or shop doorway to step into, whenever you need to change from your everyday outfit into your Batgirl costume in a hurry." "Hey, yeah, that's pretty neat! Superman could use an outfit like this." "And if you want to preserve your modesty, you can always slip a pair of panties on over your, um..." "Yes, I could, couldn't I?" she replied, hitting the collar button, as she observed where his eyes were currently glued. Within seconds, the purple coating had been restored and she didn't feel quite so naked or vulnerable. She then stepped into her thong and pulled it up to cover her charms. "That's better." "Spoilsport!" he muttered, grumpily. "Hey, wait a minute, I just realized. There was no need for me to get naked in the first place," she protested. "The Vampirium layer would still have formed beneath my clothes, once the collar and bracelets had been fitted." "True, but it was a lot more entertaining this way," he agreed, with a broad grin on his bewhiskered face. Batgirl was busy examining the tight-fitting bracelets about her wrists. "How do I get these things off, by the way?" she asked, frowning. "I can't seem to find any seam or hidden switch." "You don't," he replied. "WHAT? Why you little shit!" She stalked over to him, her big green eyes flashing, angrily. "Why would you want to?" he protested, backing off a little. "You can still take a shower with them on. There's no logical reason why you should need to remove them." Batgirl calmed down and proceeded to pull on her high-heeled ankle boots, followed by her utility belt, cape and gloves. The collar and bracelets did not cause any noticeable discomfort. Then she walked over to a wall mirror, to examine the overall effect. "I look just like before, except that my underwear is now on the outside, just like superman's," she announced, with a giggle, swaying her hips, sexily. "You no longer have the yellow Bat-symbol across your chest," he pointed out. "Yes, but I look even sexier," she trilled, happily. "Anyway, I still have the 'emblem of the bat' on my Bat-cape." She turned to face the doctor, who had been happily ogling her firm but shapely ass. "You can keep my old Bat-costume, as a little memento, Zarky," she declared, leaning forward to give him a peck on the cheek. "Thanks for the new outfit, I owe you one." "You certainly do. I think it's time we discussed the payment," he replied, his smile vanishing. Batgirl straightened up and stared at him, open mouthed. "P-Payment?" she stuttered. "You don't think I was going to give you the most valuable gift in the world, for nothing, did you, Batgirl?" "But you never mentioned money, before," she gasped. "True," he acknowledged, "but who wants money." "Then what DO you want?" Barbara experienced a thrill of apprehension. She should have realized that there was no such thing as a free lunch. "I want to make love to you, Batgirl. I've always fantasized about having sex with you, my dreamgirl, the one and only Dark Damsel, ever since I first started reading about your daring exploits, back home in Transylvania." "WHAT?" "I want to make love to you while you're wearing your new molecular Batcostume." "B-But won't the costume stop you from penetrating me?" she gasped, wide-eyed. He smiled and shook his head. "No, the Vampirium will have followed the delicious contours of your body precisely, so it will not have sealed up your vagina. I suppose there is a depth beyond which it does not penetrate of course?" he added, with a shrug. "So m-my anus is similarly unprotected," she managed to gasp. "Correct, but look at it this way... you can go to the bathroom and relieve yourself, without bothering to switch off your molecular suit. So, do we have an agreement?" Batgirl stared at her feet, shamefully, for a minute or two. "Yes," she finally whispered, blushing deeply. "Sorry, what was that again?" "YES, I agree to your terms," she said, looking up at him, with tears in her eyes. -oOo- "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" As the grunting Doctor Zarkhov pounded into her clinging pussy, Batgirl stared up at the ceiling, tears glistening in her big green eyes. She had been unable to refuse this strange little man, not after the wonderful gift he had bestowed upon her, so she had reluctantly agreed to have sex with him. Batgirl was lying on her back, on the bed in the doctor's dingy bedroom, wearing her purple molecular costume, Bat-cowl and heels, with her long shapely legs draped over his shoulders, as the old man thrust into her sopping sex, panting heavily, almost desperately. She tried to recollect the previous half hour, but her mind appeared to have gone a total blank. The last thing she could remember was the old man leading her by the hand, up the narrow staircase to his bedroom... and feeling ravishingly hungry! "I... I'm... going... to... cum!" Zarkhov gasped, bringing her out of her puzzled reverie. With a final shuddering cry, the doctor ejaculated, shooting his cum deep into Batgirl's well-lubricated pussy, before collapsing on top of her, with a final strangled gasp. He lay between her wide-spread thighs, unmoving, his head cushioned by her heaving breasts. Barbara lay there, filled with self loathing, trying to offset her almost overwhelming feeling of guilt by thinking of the even better service she would now be able to provide her fellow citizens, as the ultimate guardian of Gotham City. The scientist had still not moved, since he had collapsed on top of her, and his cock was still firmly embedded inside of her. "Doctor! Doctor, I have to go," she protested, trying to push him off her, but he didn't move. He was like so much dead weight. "Oh my God, no!" she gasped, as realization began to dawn. "Doctor, are you alright? Doctor Zarkhov? Please don't die on me. Oooooh, noooooo!" With a mighty heave, she pushed him off to one side and his slimy penis slipped out of her, as she rolled over and sat up next to him. She reached out and desperately tried to find a pulse, but she already knew it was far too late. His lifeless eyes stared up at the ceiling from a pasty white face. Fresh tears sprang to her eyes. "At least he died happy," she muttered, as she rose to her feet and headed for the bathroom to get cleaned up. As she glanced in the mirror prior to removing her cowl and heels, she noticed a trickle of blood coming from the corner of her mouth, She wiped it away, unthinking, with the back of her hand. She turned on the shower, adjusted the temperature of the water, and washed herself clean, without bothering to switch off the molecular coating. After all, all the evidence of their sexual congress would be on the outside of the molecular layer. She found herself wondering if the suit might prove an effective method of birth control? On the way down to the laboratory, she contacted the emergency services on her cell phone, told them someone had died and asked them to send an ambulance to the location. "I think the old gentleman may have died of a heart attack," she informed the emergency operator, before ending the call. -oOo- After ensuring that there was no evidence that might link her to the dead man and destroying anything that she thought might lead investigators to the new element, Batgirl left the premises carrying a carrier bag containing her now redundant Batgirl outfit, with her new purple molecular costume activated. As she headed for the open end of the alley, she heard the ambulance siren and saw the vehicle screech to a halt at the entrance to the narrow side street. Not wishing to be observed, she leapt up and grabbed the bottom rung of a metal fire escape and quickly ascended to the rooftop, where she hurriedly recovered the hanging rope and grapnel. Batgirl had been pleasantly surprised by how warm her body had become during the climb, despite her effectively near-naked condition and the strong north wind which had sprung up. She would normally have been covered in goose pimples by now. She was perspiring freely beneath her mask and her hands were soaking wet inside her gloves. "I shall have to dispense with the gloves in future," she decided, pealing them off and stuffing them into a spare compartment on her utility belt. She remained long enough to rewind the nylon cable and watch the body of the scientist being transferred to the ambulance by the two paramedics. "Thank you," she whispered, tearfully, staring down at the corpse strapped to the gurney. "I shall try to use your gift wisely, for the good of all mankind." With that, she turned and began her return journey across the city rooftops, her unfettered breasts jiggling slightly, as she jogged along. -oOo- Meanwhile, in another part of the city: Zap! Pow! Crunch! Smack! The two armed robbers staggered back, under the vicious combined assault of the Dynamic Duo. They had just run out of the front entrance of the all-night casino, heading for their getaway vehicle, which was waiting in the parking lot with its powerful engine running. They had been weighed down with plastic sacks filled with loot and had been totally unprepared for the ambush, as the two costumed crimefighters stepped out of the bushes and confronted them. The sacks containing their ill-gotten gains, were soon scattered about the entrance area. "Will you guys never learn," snarled Robin, aka Dick Grayson, running forward and taking off, feet first. His red boots caught the still dazed hoodlum high on the chest, sending him flying backward into one of the stone pillars, situated either side of the entrance. With a groan of pain, he collapsed to the ground, blood seeping from a wound in the back of his head, where it had struck the column. It was clear that he would pay no further part in proceedings. Robin turned to see his partner, Batman, aka Bruce Wayne, holding the other hood off the ground, his one hand firmly gripping the man below the jaw whilst pressing him back against the outer wall of the building. "Drop the gun, or I will really be forced to hurt you," growled the Dark Knight, his eyes glittering, dangerously, behind his black Bat-cowl. The battered and bruised man nodded, eyes wide with fear, as he fumbled the pistol from his belt and dropped it onto the loose gravel of the driveway. Batman pulled a pair of Bat-cuffs from his utility belt and expertly snapped them about the wrists of the miscreant, using his free hand. Robin smiled, then his eyes traveled beyond his partner, to see a third hoodlum climbing out of the cab of the getaway truck. In his hand was a lethal looking AK-47. "Batman, behind you," the Boy Wonder shouted, before diving for cover in the surrounding bushes. As the man raised the gun to fire, there was a loud swishing sound and a shapely purple clad figure swung down through the night air on a taut nylon rope. A pair of muscular thighs clamped around the gunman's neck, dragging him off his feet. The gunman gave a shrill yelp of surprise. Eric had been just about to squeeze the trigger and blow the meddling Batman away, once and for all, when a soft, purple clad pussy had smacked him in the kisser. Normally, he wouldn't have complained and she did smell delightful, but she had hit him with such force, that he flew backward, off his feet, and hit the open door of the truck with considerable force, causing him to loose his grip on his automatic weapon. He tumbled to the ground. Before he could recover and stagger back to his feet, the masked avenger had straddled his body and applied a martial-arts pressure hold to the side of his neck. With a brief sigh, Eric lost consciousness. Robin ran over and helped Sparrow, aka Jennifer Goodbody, to her high-heeled feet. "It's a good job you decided to accompany us tonight," he said, with a grin. "Nice work, Sparrow!" As they collected up the bags of loot and the three defeated robbers, the manager of the casino staggered out holding his head, blood seeping between his fingers, from a minor head wound caused by an earlier pistol whipping. A crowd of expensively dressed customers followed him and began to spontaneously cheer and applaud, at the sight that greeted their eyes. "How can I ever thank you enough, Batman?" the manager cried, shaking the Dark Knight's hand. "You could call the police," Batman replied, with a grim smile. "They're already on their way," the manager replied. Batgirl: The Vampyre Caper Ch. 02 This story is the seventh in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, mainly based on characters in the early Batman comics and that wonderful '60s TV series but with the timeline brought up to the present. Warning! This fictional story contains strictly ADULT content and is ONLY intended for mature readers and for personal consumption. No copyright infringement is intended. The Adventures Of Batgirl Batgirl: The Vampyre Caper Chapter 2: Barbara Bares All Police Commissioner Jim Gordon stood next to the County Coroner in the morgue, hands clasped behind his back, staring down at the dead man laid out on the cold chamber slab. Apart from the head and shoulders, the deceased was covered by a white shroud. The Coroner's Office was responsible for all deaths that occurred under suspicious circumstances or as a result of trauma or violence. The dead man had been brought in during the early hours of the morning, by a paramedic team, on the instigation of an anonymous phone tip-off from a woman. The preliminary post-mortem on the John Doe, had now been completed. "So, why did you send for me, Hal?" the commissioner enquired, eager to get out of the place. He hated the stench of death that seemed to pervade the morgue. He glanced at his wristwatch, it was still only six-thirty in the morning. "I thought this was supposed to be a natural death," he added, looking slightly bemused. "Heart attack wasn't it? Not unusual in a man of his advanced years, I would've thought." The coroner nodded. "We're pretty sure that's how he died, Jim. The old dog was having sex at the time, and it must have put too much of a strain on his heart." "What a way to go though," the policeman replied, with a twinkle in his eye. Hal nodded. "True, Jim, but there were one or two unusual things about this particular death." "Oh?" "Yes. The corpse is unusually pale and we have since discovered that his body is two or three pints of blood short of the norm for a man of his build." "Perhaps he was anemic or something?" Jim Gordon suggested, somewhat feebly. The coroner shook his head, vehemently. "No, this man wasn't short of hemoglobin in the blood, Jim, he was short of blood, period! And, look at this." Hal stepped forward and turned the dead man's head to one side, revealing two neat puncture marks in the side of his neck, spaced about three centimeters apart. "What on earth could have caused that?" exclaimed the Commissioner, bending down to get a closer look at the unusual wounds. "If I didn't know any better, Jim, I'd say he'd been bitten by a vampire," replied the coroner, grimly. "It would certainly explain the shortage of blood." "You... you must be joking," the lawman gasped, going almost as pale as the corpse. -oOo- Barbara rolled over in her bed and woke up with a violent start. She was lying, naked, on top of the bed cover, drenched in sweat, her heart pounding like a drum and her shapely size 36c breasts, heaving up and down. She had been having a nightmare and a gruesome one at that. She couldn't remember much about the dream, but there had been blood everywhere. Her hand went to her throat. The close fitting collar was still there. At least that part of her dream had been real. She glanced over at the bedside clock. It was almost seven in the morning. She touched the collar switch and watched in fascination, as the purple coating flowed down to cover her nakedness, except for her head and hands, held back by the copper alloy barriers. She smiled, sat up and shook loose her long auburn locks, before standing and walking over to the dresser. She dropped her shapely rear onto the stool and examined her reflection in the dresser mirror, through slightly bleary eyes. Wild red hair cascaded down onto purple colored shoulders and, if anything, the coating seemed to enhance her already spectacular looking, breasts. She cupped the fleshy orbs in the palms of her hands. They felt as warm and sensitive as ever. She took the prominent purple nipples between fingers and thumbs and started to roll and pinch them. "Aaaaahhh!" she gasped, arching her back in delight, as her teats elongated and hardened between her fingertips. They were equally as sensitive as when she was naked. Barbara slid her right hand down over the gentle swell of her belly and slipped a finger inside her hairless pussy. "Mmm, that feels real good," she murmured, closing her eyes and adding a second, then a third finger, before starting to slowly ease them in and out of herself. "This molecular layer is certainly no obstacle to sexual gratification," she informed herself, with a delighted smile. She opened her eyes and regretfully removed her slightly moist and sticky digits. "I'm already growing wet down there," she murmured, with a naughty grin. Barbara cast her gaze over the clutter of cosmetics and other beauty products strewn about the dressing table surface, before selecting a pair of nail scissors. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and pressed the sharp pointed blades of the closed scissors into her stomach, with considerable force. Feeling no pain, she opened her eyes again and examined the soft, tender flesh, at the point of contact. There wasn't a scratch or even a bruise. She checked out the scissors. Such had been the force she had employed, the blades had been bent some thirty degrees out of alignment. She stepped into the living room and picked up the letter opener lying on the coffee table. Gritting her teeth, she rammed the five-inch blade into her chest, just below her breasts, using all her strength. There was a metallic ping and she looked down to see the blade had snapped off and had fallen to the carpet. She was totally uninjured. "Wow, this stuff really does work," she gasped in delight. "I'm invulnerable... well almost!" No longer would she have to worry about the increasing number of criminals who went about their illegal activities, armed with guns or knives. "A rocket launcher on the other hand..." She chuckled at the perverse thought. She returned to the bedroom and examined her body in minute detail, pulling apart her outer labia and examining her purple swollen clitoris and vaginal slit. "I will have to wear a thong, when I'm on patrol," she declared, noticing a trickle of moisture seeping from her already puffy sex. She clicked off her costume and decided to go for a shower, before making herself some breakfast. She had built up quite an appetite. -oOo- Barbara drove to the library in her Mercedes convertible. She had dressed in her usual drab work clothes and although the collar was clearly visible above the neckline of her cream colored blouse, its bland appearance didn't make it look out of place. "It shouldn't result in any unwanted comments from my fellow workers," she convinced herself. Also, most of the while, the long sleeves and fairly tight cuffs of her top, kept the bracelets about her wrists, well hidden. She peered over the top of her specs and called out 'Good morning' to several early arrivals, as she made her way through the private administrative section of the massive library, heading for her private office. She received the usual cheerful greetings in reply. Barbara was a popular member of staff. No one stopped her, to make a comment about the copper colored choker about her throat. None of her workmates seemed to have even noticed its presence. Entering her office, she removed her overcoat and hung it up on the coat stand, then sat down behind her desk, cheerfully humming a favorite tune to herself, as she booted up her desktop computer. She had just finished going through all her latest e-mail downloads, when Jennifer knocked on the door and walked in. "Hi, Barbara," she greeted, cheerfully. "Everything go alright, last night?" Barbara blushed and fingered her collar, nervously, without realizing she was even doing it. "Oh, er, good morning, Jen. Er, yes, it did. Thank you for asking." Jenny's blue eyes lit up, as she noticed the collar. "New item of jewelry?" she enquired, nodding toward the copper colored choker. "Er, yes, yes it is." "It's a little plain, isn't it? I wouldn't have thought it was your style, exactly. You don't tend to go in for accessories." "Well, I like it!" the redhead snapped, angrily, going red in the face. "Whoa, girl, don't go getting your panties in a bunch," Jennifer cried, in mock horror, holding up both hands, defensively. "I didn't mean to upset you." "Sorry, Jen." Barbara replied, immediately calming down again. She seemed to make up her mind about something that had been troubling her, and added, "Could you pop 'round at lunchtime? I've got something I want to show you." -oOo- The two girls crammed into the toilet cubicle facing each other. Barbara reached around the slightly shorter blonde and clicked the door latch shut. "We don't want to be disturbed," she explained, in a hushed voice. Some months before, Barbara had successfully argued at a senor management meeting, that putting security cameras in the toilet blocks, would be taking library security one step too far. Jennifer giggled. "Yes, we wouldn't want to get caught on CCTV again, would we?" she murmured, slipping her arms about Barbara's neck and pulling herself closer, ready for a kiss. Barbara grabbed Jenny's wrists and reluctantly extracted herself from the clinch. "Behave yourself. Remember, you're going steady with the delectable Dick Grayson these days. I brought you in here to show you something," she insisted. "What?" Jenny asked, with a mischievous grin on her face. Barbara quickly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it apart, to reveal her shapely naked bust, then slapped Jenny's hands away, as the blonde reached out to fondle her tits. "Watch!" she hissed, reaching up to touch the button on the front of her collar. "Yeow!" Jen cried, jerking her hand away, as an undulating wave of deep purple flowed down from the collar, quickly covering Barbara's shoulders, breasts and stomach and disappearing beneath the waistband of her pencil skirt. "What the hell IS that stuff?" she gasped, in a frightened voice. Barbara grinned. "It's my new Batgirl costume. It is comprised of a thin molecular layer of a previously undiscovered chemical element called Vampirium, which by now is covering all of my epidermis, except for the neck up and my hands. It is an extremely dense substance, that will stop a knife blade or a bullet." "Geez! Does it even cover your 'you know what' down there?" Barbara grinned. "Uh, huh." "Lemme see then." "You're incorrigible," the redhead said, with a dry chuckle, before seeming to make up her mind. "Very well." She unzipped her skirt then pushed it down from her hips, together with her lacy red underwear. "Wow, a purple pussy!" Jenny exclaimed, wide-eyed with wonder. "May I touch it?" "Okay, but no funny business," warned Barbara, opening her thighs as far as the skirt and panties bunched around her knees would permit. "Yeah, sure." Barbara shivered, as she felt Jen's fingers lightly brush her hot sex. "It feels exactly like when you're naked," gasped Jennifer, suitably impressed. "Aahhhh!" Barbara gasped, automatically arching her spine and pushing her hips forward, as her companion slipped a digit inside her. Summoning up all her remaining self-control, the redhead reached down and dragged the other girl's hand away, then quickly pulled up her panties and skirt. She then reached up and hit the button and the molecular costume ebbed back into the tight-fitting collar. "Best to keep temptation out of your sight," she added, with an accusing stare. "That stuff is amazing," Jen said, as she watched Barbara button up her top and tuck it into her waistband, before zipping up her skirt. "How come your hands didn't turn purple?" Barbara unbuttoned her sleeves and displayed the two tight-fitting bracelets about her slim wrists. "The coating cannot flow passed these things," she explained, "but don't ask me how they work." "Let me see one," demanded Jen, consumed by curiosity, holding out a hand. "Com'on." "Sorry, but I can't get them off," Barbara replied, looking suitably embarrassed. "Unfortunately, their inventor died last night, while I was, ah, thanking him, so I didn't have time to find out that particular piece of information." Jennifer's eyes widened. She placed her hands on Barbara's shoulders and pushed down, until Barbara was seated on the toilet seat. "Okay," she said, with a no-nonsense expression on her face, "better tell me the whole story, right from the beginning, and don't leave out any juicy bits." -oOo- As Barbara reluctantly finished describing the part of her tale where she'd had sex with the grey-haired scientist, prior to his tragic death, she paused and frowned. "The strange thing is, that I can't remember a great deal of what took place between us, in his bedroom, Jen. I seem to be suffering from some sort of selective amnesia covering much of the thirty minutes or so, prior to poor Dr. Zarkhov having his heart attack. I can only presume that I must've been too much for the poor old guy?" she added, guiltily, her cheeks going a bright pink. "Hmm, that IS a little worrying," Jennifer mused, aloud, with a worried expression on her face. "Are you sure he didn't slip any Rohypnal, GHB or some other date-rape drug, into your drink, while you weren't looking?" "What drink? I never ate or drank anything during my whole time there." "Hmm? Perhaps he didn't die of a heart attack? Why don't you badger your father about it? He's sure to know something about the old guy's death." Barbara's expression brightened. "What an excellent idea. Thanks Jen!" She reached up, drew the blonde's head down and rewarded her with a long, lingering kiss. As they broke apart, gasping, Jenny looked into friend's big green eyes. "You don't really intend to go out on patrol in that outfit, do you?" she queried, anxiously. Barbara smirked. "Of course, why not?" "WHY NOT! Because it's absolutely DISGUSTING," Jenny retorted, with a flash of temper. "You may as well go around buck naked. I... I could see everything!" "I shall wear a black thong and heels," Barbara protested. "Oh, and my cape, cowl and utility belt, of course." "You're outrageous, girl, but I must admit I'm looking forward to seeing you in your full outfit, when I come around tonight. When the low-life of the Gotham underworld catch sight of you in that outfit, there's gonna be a few more heart-attacks, believe me, girl." -oOo- On the way back to her office, Barbara asked Jenny how she'd got on, during the previous evening's patrol with the Dynamic Duo. "Apart from them constantly treating me like a delicate orchid, you mean?" Barbara chuckled. "Exactly! Men are always like that, Jen. Deep down, they still think we are only fit for doing the domestic chores or having their babies." "Not too bad, actually. We managed to catch three armed thugs who'd just robbed a gaming casino." "How did you learn that a robbery was going down?" queried the redhead. "One of the female gamblers managed to call the police on her cellphone, from within the ladies powder room and Chief O'Hara then contacted Batman. We were fairly close to the crime scene and volunteered to handle the situation for Gotham's finest. The Chief seemed more than happy to let us do so." "Yes, Chief O'Hara has always proved most co-operative. It will be a sad day when he finally retires from the force. Did everything go smoothly?" "Uh, huh, but I could've done with one of those molecular outfits though." Both girls laughed, merrily, before going their separate ways. -oOo- Jim Gordon glanced up from the sprawl of paperwork covering his desktop, at the sound of polite knocking on his open office door. It was shortly after five o'clock in the afternoon. "Barbara, dear? Come on in," he called out. "What brings my favorite girl here, this late in the day? I was just thinking of packing up and heading home for the evening." His daughter was still dressed in her drab work clothes, having come straight there from the library, which was only a few minutes walk away from the GCPD Headquarters building. "It's about time she started dressing a bit more attractively," the white-haired policeman added, under his breath, "or she'll end up an old spinster." "Hi, daddy." Barbara greeted, cheerfully, walking over to his desk and leaning over to give him a chaste peck on the cheek. "I was curious about that mysterious dead scientist who was taken to the morgue this morning. I was wondering what you knew about his death?" Jim Gordon was aware of his daughter's insatiable curiosity, when it came to his police work, but her request still caught him by surprise. "How on earth did you find out about that?" he exclaimed, looking slightly annoyed. "I read about it in the Gazette, of course," the pretty 26-year-old replied, straight-faced. In reality, Barbara hadn't even seen a copy of that morning's edition of the local newspaper. "It never fails to amaze me how those newshounds manage to ferret out a story," Jim said, shaking his head in wonderment. "Okay, what do you want to know, dear? But, anything I say will have to be in the strictest confidence, you understand," he added. "Of course, daddy!" Barbara replied, her face a picture of wide-eyed innocence. "That goes without saying." "Well, it seems that the deceased, who we have since learned was a recent immigrant from Transylvania, named Demetri Zarkhov, died of a massive coronary, while he was in the, ah, act of having carnal knowledge of some, as yet unknown, female. She was probably the same person who put in the call, reporting his sudden demise. We suspect she was a local hooker." "Transylvania?" Barbara queried, straight-faced. "A region of modern day Romania, darling. A country in the southeast of Central Europe, supposedly the birthplace of Count Dracula, the vampire in human form, according to ancient legends and the fertile minds of horror story writers," the commissioner added, with a dry chuckle. "I understand that the unfortunate man had a well-equipped laboratory set up on the premises?" "True, but we haven't figured out what he was working on yet. Also, the late doctor had recently taken up a part-time academic post at Gotham City University, lecturing on Nuclear Physics I believe." "Any suspicious or unusual circumstances surrounding the death?" "Now that you mention it, Princess, yes there was. A considerable amount of blood was missing from his body, and there was two strange puncture marks in his neck." Barbara blinked and went very pale. "P-Puncture marks?" she queried, weakly. "Yes, some three centimeters apart." Barbara pulled herself together and cleared her throat. "Well, er, thank you daddy. That really is very strange!" She glanced at her watch. "Well, I must be getting along, I have a date with an old school friend," she added, hurriedly, heading for the door. "See you, around!" "Yes, 'bye Barbara dear," he replied, staring at her already fast receding back. "Now, what was all that supposed to be about?" he wondered, looking suitably perplexed. "The minds of 26 year old women, obviously work on a totally different wavelength to that of my own." -oOo- Batgirl crouched low on the edge of the roof, peering over the parapet at the city streets far below. She was on the lookout for any street-crime that might be going down. She was clad in her new purple molecular Bat-costume, together with her masked cowl, heels and utility belt. Her short cape with its bright yellow bat insignia, hung down from her shoulders, the lower part draped over the top of her shapely buttocks. "She looks incredible," Sparrow told herself with a sigh, casting another crafty peek at her crime-fighting partner and feeling her damp pussy grow even wetter. "She shouldn't torture me like this," she groaned, under her breath, squeezing her thighs tightly together. Batgirl: The Vampyre Caper Ch. 02 Batgirl's shapely breasts, with their large prominent nipples, were thrust forward, as if demanding to be kissed and caressed, and her tight black thong seemed glued to her hips and crotch, affording her the barest minimum of decency. Sparrow was wearing her own tight fitting catsuit with Kevlar reinforcements, over her shapely figure. It was enough to make most guys go weak at the knees, but she knew it bore no worthwhile comparison with the Dark Angel's outfit. Batgirl suddenly turned her head, catching her friend in the act of ogling her body, but she managed to suppress the smile that threatened to form on her lilac painted lips. "Something very strange and puzzling has cropped up, Jen," she said, suddenly becoming very serious. "Oh, yeah, and what's that?" Sparrow asked, looking up into Batgirl's lovely green eyes. A girl could drown in those limpid pools. "Now don't laugh, Jen, but it seems that the recently deceased Dr. Zarkhov, arrived in this country from Transylvania, accompanied by a vampire." "A WHAT?" "You know... a blood sucking creature that can take the form of a vampire bat." "I know what a vampire is! You've been watching too many horror movies, girl!" Sparrow retorted. This was followed by a barely suppressed giggle. Batgirl bristled, placing both fists on her hips and thrusting out her chest. "Well, how else do you explain the fact that Zarky..." "Who?" "Dr. Zarkhov! How else do you explain the fact that he was at least a couple of pints of blood short of a full pack, when he keeled over and died?" Sparrow's brow furrowed beneath her cowl. "I thought he was supposed to have had a heart attack, while he was between your legs pumping you?" Batgirl blushed. "Well, yes, he did and he was, but the shortage of blood must have contributed to his death. He would've been feeling very weak." "What makes you think the old guy was partially drained by some blood-sucking creature?" "There were two puncture wounds in his neck, just wide enough apart to accommodate a pair of human vampire fangs." "Oh?" Sparrow became silent, as she digested this new information. It sounded incredible, but what if there WAS some truth in this ridiculous notion? "If your vampire scenario is true, then we're soon going to get some more victims cropping up in Gotham," she offered. "Even vampires need to feed. Perhaps we might get a chance to trail this MONSTER to its dark lair?" she added, treating her friend to her most scary look, as she said the word 'monster'. Batgirl nodded, somberly. Jenny had a sudden thought. "How come the vampire didn't bite you, while you were lost in the throws of ecstasy, so to speak?" Batgirl bobbed her tongue out at her young friend, before deigning to answer. "Perhaps it had already had its fill with the doctor?" she suggested, lamely. "Or maybe I'm just the wrong blood group?" Loud voices from below, suddenly claimed her attention. "Hey, what's going on down there?" she exclaimed, pointing. With that, the two sexy heroines swiftly rappelled down to street level, to sort out two drunks who had just staggered out of a late night bar and begun annoying a young woman who happened to be standing on a nearby street corner. -oOo- "Get your hands off her, buster," Batgirl snapped, as she laid a restraining hand on the more abusive drunk's shoulder." What' the fu..." the guy exclaimed, as he spun away from the girl, almost falling over in the process. He blearily eyed the sexy cowled apparition standing in front of him, with her hands on her hips and shoulders pushed back. "Badgirl!" he slurred, swaying in front of her, alarmingly. "Well, well, nice of ya to stop by, sweet-cheeks. How 'bout a lil kiss then?" "Better get on home, fella, before I have to take you in hand," the Dark Angel suggested, with a stern expression on her face." "Har, har, har!" the drunk guffawed, eying her superb figure, especially her gently oscillating tits with their dark areolas and prominent nipples. "Ya can take me in hand anytime ya like, Badgirl," he slurred, with a crooked grin, lurching toward her, obviously intent on molesting the caped heroine. Batgirl easily side-stepped his drunken lunge and grabbed his right wrist, twisting his arm behind him and up his back, in a single fluid motion. "Yeow!" the drunk screeched, arching his back and rising up onto the tips of his toes, at the sudden jolt of pain. "That hurts!" he protested. "Lemme go!" "Are you gonna go home quietly, or do I have to call the cops and you end up spending a night in the cells?" the Dark Damsel murmured in his ear. "Okay, okay. Lemme go," he cried, tears filling his eyes." And it's Batgirl NOT Badgirl," she snarled, releasing her hold and shoving him away from her. The guy staggered forward and fell to his knees. Meanwhile, his inebriated companion, gently but firmly restrained by Sparrow, had watched events unfold, in wide-eyed wonder. "The same goes for you, lame-brain," Batgirl snarled, looking over at him, menacingly. "Yeah, yeah! We wuz only havin' a bit of fun," the guy protested, quickly sobering up, intently aware of the tent that had formed in the front of his pants, as he ogled the purple temptress. Sparrow released him, so that he could help his friend to his feet, then they both staggered off along the sidewalk, without even a backward glance. Batgirl turned to the young pretty brunette with the close-cropped hairstyle, who hadn't moved throughout the entire altercation. She was wearing a silky lime-green top with a plunging neckline and a short black skirt scarcely long enough to covered her ass. Her long shapely legs were encased in fishnet hose and on her feet were black high-heeled pumps. Her spectacular cleavage further revealed that she wasn't wearing a bra. "Are you all right, Miss?" the Dark Damsel asked. "Yeah, sure. You get used to that sort of lowlife in my profession," the girl replied, nonchalantly. She was casually chewing a piece of gum, while eying up the braless breasts and brief clinging thong of the sexy crime-fighter. "I'm glad I don't have you for competition, sweetie," she added, with a low chuckle. Batgirl blushed, suddenly realizing what the busty brunette did for a living. "Er, we'll leave you to it then," she replied, turning to her cowled companion and giving her an embarrassed shrug of the shoulders. "Let's go, Sparrow. Our work here is done." Batgirl glanced at her watch. The time was just after midnight. "We may as well call it a night," she added. Batgirl: The Vampyre Caper Ch. 03 This story is the seventh in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, mainly based on characters in the early Batman comics and that wonderful '60s TV series but with the timeline brought up to the present. Warning! This fictional story contains strictly ADULT content and is ONLY intended for mature readers and for personal consumption. No copyright infringement is intended. The Adventures Of Batgirl Batgirl: The Vampyre Caper Chapter 3: The Vampire Strikes Again It was almost three o'clock in the morning and the filthy old hobo stirred and turned over in the makeshift cardboard shelter that he called his home. He stank of stale booze and body odor and wore several layers of worn and filthy clothing, tightly wrapped around his emaciated frame, limited protection against the cold night air. Something had just disturbed his fitful snoring slumber. BANG! The impact sounded deafening within the confines of the corrugated cardboard box. "Wha'?" The tramp's eyes flew open, as another heavy impact almost caved in the side of his humble abode. "What the fuck's goin' on?" he croaked, trying to scramble out of the open end of the container, assuming that he was about to be rousted by some local beat cop who had nothing better to do with his time. He crawled out into the darkened back alley on his hands and knees and stared, open-mouthed at the four-inch high stiletto heeled ankle boots, belonging to the person who'd just awakened him from his slumber so abruptly. His bleary blood-shot eyes, traveled up a pair of shapely, purple clad calves and thighs, pausing, momentarily, at a brief black thong clinging to a nicely padded female crotch, before alighting on a marvelous pair of boobs, crested by a prominent pair of nipples. "Holy Cow!" he croaked, scarcely believing his eyes. Their owner bent down to him, her round purple breasts jiggling, tantalizingly, before his goggle eyes. His gaze moved up to the lovely masked face for the first time. "B-Batgirl!" he stuttered, as recognition finally dawned on his alcohol befuddled mind, despite the lack of the familiar yellow Bat-symbol across her impressive chest. The lilac painted lips twisted in a semblance of a smile. "Hello old man," the purple-clad vision murmured, in a husky voice. "How would you like to get your hands on these babies?" She cradled her shapely breasts in her hands and thrust them into his face. "Who, me?" he croaked, jerking his head back as though she had just offered him two hand grenades with the pins removed. "This has gotta be some sort of wind-up," he told himself. He peered around, looking for a cameraman or sound technician, but the alley appeared deserted, apart from the two of them. "Yes you, my handsome reprobate," she purred, giving him a 'come-hither' smile that made him swallow, hard and grow even more apprehensive. "How would you like to kiss me and make mad passionate love to me?" "M-Me?" he stuttered, incredulously. "Uh, huh." The femme fatale wrapped her arms around his neck, as he rose, unsteadily, to his feet, then pressed her gorgeous body up against his, at the same time squirming her ass, sexily. "B-But..." His confused protest was cut off, as her eager lips descended over his, the start of a long, passionate clinch. His gnarled, arthritic hands automatically came up to cup her fabulous breasts and he felt the nipples grow and harden against his grubby palms, while her tongue continued to explore the inside of his mouth. The gorgeous creature seemed oblivious to his rancid breath and rotten teeth. "I-I can't believe this is happening to me," he gasped, as the kiss came to an end, and she pulled her lovely face away, slightly. "Enjoy it while you can, sugar," she whispered, smiling, triumphantly. She fumbled with the zip of his pants before wrapping her fingers around his already hardening erection and dragging it forth. "Oh, Geez!" he exclaimed, as she quickly fisted his cock into full hardness. "I must have died and gone to Heaven." Suddenly, his eyes widened, as he saw two fangs appear from beneath her upper lip dripping with saliva. They seemed to grow down over her lower lip, even as realization began to dawn on his befuddled mind. "Noooooooo!" he screamed, struggling to break free from the creature's smothering embrace, but she was incredibly powerful and easily held him. Batgirl's lovely green eyes had turned a glowing, fiery red. Moving with lightning speed, her open mouth descended onto the right side of his exposed neck, the sharp fangs sinking deep into his jugular vein, even as she moved her hips forward. She pulled aside her thong with one hand, and slid his hard erect penis deep inside her hot, moist sex. Her ass began to bump and grind as she began to feed. -oOo- Batgirl threw her head back and gasped with pleasure, as she attained her orgasm, her hips jerking back and forth, her tight pussy firmly clamped about the hobo's erection. A trickle of blood ran down her chin, from the corner of her mouth, and dripped onto her heaving breasts, as her multiple climax came to a shuddering finale and she stared down at the pale, now lifeless body of the old itinerant. She had sucked him dry, such had been her uncontrollable craving for human blood. The strange red glow gradually faded from her eyes, to be replaced by their normal emerald green. Barbara experienced a slight pang of remorse, as she released her death embrace and allowed the lifeless corpse to crumple to the ground, now little more than an empty husk. "Still, no-one will miss this old wino," she told herself, repositioning her thong over her sopping wet pussy and preparing to depart. -oOo- Police Commissioner Gordon replaced the phone in its cradle and turned to Chief of Police O'Hara, who was standing at his shoulder. "That was the Coroner's Office, Chief," he grimly informed his second in command. "There's been another suspected vampire killing. Some old hobo, apparently." "Bejazus, Commissioner! Do you really think we have a blood-sucking creature roaming the streets of our fair city?" exclaimed the florid-faced Irishman, wide-eyed with wonder. "It's beginning to look that way, Chief," the worried looking Jim Gordon confirmed. "I'm going over to the morgue, to view the corpse and get any update on the possible cause of death." "Do you want me to tag along, Commissioner?" enquired the uniformed officer, consumed by curiosity, despite his obvious distaste. "No, old friend! You'd better remain here and keep an eye on things," replied Jim Gordon, shaking his grey-haired head, before standing up and heading for the office door. "I should be back in an hour or so." -oOo- Hal Turner, pointed out the twin wounds on the dead man's neck. "Just like the other guy, Jim. The twin wounds penetrated the vena jugularis externa, the main vein connecting the exterior of the cranium to the heart. It runs almost perpendicular down the side of the neck." He noted the bemused expression on the policeman's face. "Better known as the jugular vein, a traditional target for a vampire's fangs, at least according to the majority of books on the subject," he added, with a wry grin. "And you haven't come up with any plausible alternative theory as to the cause of death yet," the Police Commissioner asked, still uncomfortable with the current theory. The coroner shook his head. "Sorry, Commissioner! Oh, there WAS one other thing..." "Yes?" Hal drew back the white sheet covering the corpse. A pale, slug-like appendage hung out of the front of the victim's pants. "As you can see, the victim appears to have been having sex, either when or just before he died. We have confirmed the presence of recent female bodily fluids on his penis and have taken the usual DNA samples." "Just like the other victim, huh?" "Exactly, Jim, except that this corpse was COMPLETELY drained of blood." Hal covered the torso again, much to the Commissioner's relief. "I have taken photos and measurements of both sets of puncture marks and they match exactly. I think we can safely assume that both victims were attacked by the same perp." "Do we have any idea who the victim is?" "Yes! The beat cop who stumbled upon the corpse in a back alley, recognized him. He was a well-known local bum, who lived out of a cardboard box and spent most of his waking hours begged money off hard-working Gotham citizens, then spending it all on cheap wine or other booze." "So, robbery is unlikely to have been a motive for the killing?" Hal grinned and shook his head. "This guy didn't have two cents to rub together, Jim. No, his attacker was only interested in one thing, the red stuff." -oOo- Barbara moaned and writhed in her sleep, deep in the throws of yet another highly disturbing nightmare. Her big green eyes suddenly flew open, as she awoke with a start. Her naked body was soaked with perspiration and her nipples were standing out, hard and fully erect. She lay back on the bed, gasping for breath. Finally, she sat up and rubbed her damp palms on her thighs. She had been having another horrendous dream, but she couldn't remember much about it, apart from an old man's terrified face and blood... lots and lots of bright, crimson blood. She rushed to the bathroom and splashed handfuls of cold water over her face and breasts, before patting herself dry on a bath towel. "What the hell is wrong with me, lately," she wondered, shaking her head and suppressing a big yawn, "and why do I feel so damned tired?" She stuck her head in the bedroom and checked the time on the bedside alarm clock. It was 7:15 am, time she started getting ready for work. Her hand moved to the collar about her neck, but she resisted an almost overpowering urge to press the switch that activated her Vampirium coating. Instead she pulled on a clean pair of lacy white panties and wriggled them up over her ass, before she seated herself in front of the dresser mirror, ready to apply her make-up. She frowned at her reflection. Her lips were still coated with a layer of lilac-colored lipstick. She was certain she had cleaned off her Batgirl lipstick, when she'd arrived home from her night patrol, shortly after midnight. She shrugged and scrubbed it off with a fresh tissue and plenty of spit, before applying a deep shade of red and blotting off the excess. After applying some light foundation, she added some eye shadow and mascara, before finally adding a touch of blusher to her cheeks. Satisfied with her face, she rolled a fresh pair of nude hold-ups over her long, lithe legs, then pulled on a pale blue shirt and wriggled into a smart navy-blue skirt. She slipped on her sensible heels, and then headed for the kitchen, to get a bite to eat and drink a strong mug of decaf, prior to setting off for another mundane day at the library. -oOo- Jennifer was a little worried about Barbara. Her new Bat-costume, or lack of a costume to be more precise, was a little over the top, even by her hot-headed friend's usual weird and wacky standards. She was just asking to get molested, or even sexually assaulted by some street trash. Then there was all this talk of a vampire. Surely, such creatures only existed in superstition and trashy horror movies. Jenny shuddered, at the thought of some blood-sucking apparition stalking the streets of Gotham City, late at night. She slipped off her coat and hung it on the coat-rack, standing alongside her small desk, before deciding to pop along to Barbara's office and have a word with her superior, before getting down to her allotted tasks for the day. Jennifer was nominally Barbara's Research Assistant in the History and Ancient Civilizations Department, but she always had numerous other chores to carry out as well. She hadn't seen Barbara arrive at the library that morning, but had noticed the light on in her office, upon her own arrival, thus correctly assuming that the redhead had gotten in early, for some reason. She knocked, politely, on the glass-partitioned door, then waited until the Assistant Chief Librarian looked up from what she was doing and called out, "Come on in Jen!" "What can I do for you, dear?" Barbara enquired, closing the thick, leather-bound tome she had been studying, before slipping off her reading glasses and smiling up at her slim blonde assistant. Jenny had become quite adept at reading the titles of books that were upside down, during her nine months employment at the library. This one was entitled; 'Ancient Myths & Legends'. "Reading up on vampires, I see," she guessed, nodding toward the hefty volume. Barbara blushed slightly, but nodded. "I, ah, I thought I'd better acquaint myself with the supposed background of these mythical creatures," she explained. "Just in case..." "Just in case they aren't quite as mythical as most of us assume, eh?" Jennifer finished off for her, with a grin. "Well, yes, but..." "Anyway, that's not the reason I came to see you. Do you think it's wise to strut around Gotham at night, starkers apart from that molecular thingy? You might end up getting gang-banged by some mob of sex starved hoodlums, or worse." "I do NOT strut around," Barbara protested, with a flicker of annoyance. "Anyway, my new costume is more practical than my old one. It is virtually knife-proof and bullet-proof, as well as able to keep me warm and cozy on the chilliest of nights." "As well as displaying everything you've got, you mean," retorted Jennifer, with a frown. This was a bit rich, coming from someone who often worked as a stripper in various nightclubs. "I can't help having a sexy body," Barbara declared, pompously, with a conceited smirk. "I give up," the young blonde declared, throwing both hands in the air in a gesture of defeat, "but don't say I didn't warn you. Anyway, what have you found out about vampires?" she added, nodding toward the book on Barbara's desk. "Well, blood-sucking vampire bats DO exist, but all those tales of Count Dracula and others, turning into vampires at night and sucking the blood of their victims and turning them into the walking dead, is just a load of old baloney." "You don't say?" declared Jen. Barbara ignored the note of sarcasm. "According to the myths and fiction, human vampires are usually male, have unusual strength and possessing two sharp fangs through which they can drink their victims blood." "Well, that last bit seems to fit," Jen acknowledged, grudgingly. "Also, they cast no shadow or reflection in a mirror and are repelled by crosses or garlic." "Yeah, garlic has that affect on me too." Barbara smiled at her friend, a little tiredly. "But, what is MOST interesting," she continued, "is that they can live forever, provided they avoid daylight and water, which will destroy them, and regularly consume human blood to rejuvenate themselves." "So, that means these creatures ONLY go searching for new victims at night," Jenny exclaimed, excitedly, "provided it isn't raining, of course!" Barbara frowned. "I suppose so, assuming that they exist in the first place." Jennifer pumped Barbara for any further information on vampires, then informed her friend that she would be unable to accompany her on their vigilante patrols for the next three evenings. "I start my new job as a pole dancer this evening, at the new gentleman's club that's just opened in the heart of the entertainment district," she explained. "It's called the 'Spearmint Warthog'. Who the hell thinks up these ridiculous names?" "I shall have to pop along to see you perform, one night," Barbara promised, with a twinkle in her eye. She was well aware that Jennifer needed the extra source of income, to help pay for the upkeep of her paraplegic brother, John. "Then don't forget your false moustache and beard," Jenny retorted, with a grin. As, she was about to leave the office, Jenny turned back to her friend, with a concerned look on her face. "If you don't mind me saying so, Babs, you're looking a little washed out this morning." Barbara gave her a wan smile. "Yeah, I do feel a little tired this morning, Jen." She shrugged. "It's not as if either of us got to bed particularly late last night. I can only put it down to another restless night's sleep. I had another one of those gory nightmares," she added, absently fingering her tight metal collar. Jenny's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "ANOTHER nightmare?" "Yes, I had one the previous night as well." "What were they about?" "Search me? All I can remember is that there was lots of blood involved." -oOo- Later that morning, Barbara gave Phil Thackeray of the GCPD, a call on his cellphone. "Hi, Barbara," Phil greeted, cheerfully, as he answered her call, from within his stationary squad car, somewhere in downtown Gotham. "How's my favorite sexy librarian today?" Barbara smiled at this. She had been going fairly steady with the handsome police officer, for almost two months now, ever since they'd both become involved in the stolen guns caper. The policeman was now fully recovered from the injuries he'd sustained in that case. She wasn't sure if their relationship was really going anywhere though; Phil had a bit of a roving eye, where the ladies were concerned and wasn't the marrying kind. "Hello, Phil... I'm fine, thank you. How many other sexy librarians do you know?" she added, in a mock accusing tone. "Now, that would be telling," he answered, with a chuckle. "I was wondering if you'd like to take me out for a meal, this evening, then maybe come back to my place, afterwards?" she continued. Phil chuckled again, already anticipating the delightful extras such an offer implied. "I would be delighted, My Sweet. What time would you like me to pick you up?" "About eight," she suggested. That should give her plenty of time to get all 'dolled up'. "Fine! See you then. 'Bye, Barbara!" "'Bye, Phil, take care." Barbara ended the call and smiled to herself. A date with the ruggedly good-looking police officer, was just what she needed to buck herself up. Also, Phil might know something more about the unusual circumstances surrounding Dr. Zarkhov's death. Batgirl: The Vampyre Caper Ch. 04 This story is the seventh in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, mainly based on characters in the early Batman comics and that wonderful '60s TV series but with the timeline brought up to the present. Warning! This fictional story contains strictly ADULT content and is ONLY intended for mature readers and for personal consumption. No copyright infringement is intended. Chapter 4: A Date With Phil Barbara gently tugged the lacy black top of her hold-up stocking to within a couple of inches of the baby smooth junction of her thighs, ensuring it matched up with the other half of her sexy sheer hose, before leaning forward to slip on her red high-heeled platform soled shoes. She then tugged down the hem of her matching short skirt, to cover her snugly fitting panties, before rising to her feet. After checking the time on her wristwatch, she walked over to the dresser and picked up her purse. She paused, half turning away, to check out her reflection in the mirror, ensuring that her skirt adequately covered her bottom. It did, but with not a lot of material to spare, despite an extra tug or two. "Phil should be here any minute now," she mused, leaning forward in the daringly low-cut dress, to check out her painstakingly applied makeup in the dresser mirror, for one last time. Her minimally restrained bra-less breasts, almost made a break for freedom, as she did so and she giggled, nervously, as she imagined such an embarrassing event occurring in a crowded restaurant. As if on cue, the buzzer sounded, indicating that someone had arrived at the main entrance to the apartment block and pressed the button for her apartment. Non-residents couldn't gain access to the building, unless the external high security door, was opened with a key or electronically unlocked by one of the residents. Barbara jumped to her feet and hurried over to the intercom that was attached to the inside of the apartment door. A small monitor screen gave her a view of the front entrance, where a tall but familiar, smartly dressed guy with close-cropped blond hair, in his early thirties, stood waiting. She smiled and pressed the reply button alongside the monitor screen. "Hi, Phil. Don't bother to come on up, I'm on my way down. Be with you in just a minute!" Pausing only long enough to close and lock the heavy metal door behind her, Barbara clicked her way along the short hallway to the elevator, as quickly as her tight skirt and heels would permit. She was really looking forward to her evening out with Phil. -oOo- They dined at the 'Moulin Rouge', a high class French restaurant that was one of Barbara's personal favorites. She had been introduced to it a few months earlier, while she was dating Harvey Dent Jr., the former Gotham City Assistant D.A. It was very expensive but the food was magnificent. Barbara liked to dine out there as often as her modest salary would permit. "Good evening, Ms. Gordon," the maitre d'hotel greeted, as they entered, giving Barbara a warm welcoming smile. "So nice to see you again. A table for two?" Barbara returned the handsome head-waiter's welcoming smile. "Yes please, Henri, preferably in a secluded corner." "Certainly! Please follow me." Henri led them over to a secluded alcove table on the far side of the restaurant. "I hope this is suitable?" "Thank you, Henri, it is perfect," Barbara murmured, squeezing the Frenchman's hand, while Phil pulled out a chair, prior to her sitting down at the table. "Merci, Mademoiselle! I will return shortly, with the menu." -oOo- During the main course, a delicious coq au vin, Barbara subtly introduced the topic of the late Dr. Zarkhov into their conversation. Normally a little reticent to discuss police matters with a civilian, Phil was willing to make an exception in this case, since Barbara was the Commissioner's daughter and obviously already knew a fair amount about the doctor's demise. "According to daddy, his body had been drained of blood, possibly by a vampire," Barbara continued, clutching at her impressive chest, dramatically. "I'm sure I won't be able to sleep soundly tonight, all ALONE in my bed." Phil grinned at her typically 'over-the-top' feminine reaction. "True, the old guy had a couple of puncture wounds in his neck and was a little short of the sticky red stuff," he grudgingly admitted, "but Zarkhov died of a heart attack, after an over-enthusiastic bout of love-making." He failed to notice the sudden reddening of Barbara's cheeks. His brow suddenly furrowed. "Funny you should bring the subject up though, Barbara. We had another similar death occur sometime last night." "Oh, yes?" Barbara breathed, trying not to appear over anxious for the details. "Yes, some old hobo. This guy was completely drained of blood though." "Goodness gracious," Barbara gasped, eyes widening with unfeigned surprise. "Yeah! This old tramp also had two puncture wounds in his neck, but it wasn't no vampire that caused it, such creatures don't exist. "OH, NO?" Barbara retorted, a little more forcefully than she'd meant to. "Of course NOT! There has to be a more rational explanation." "Yeah, yeah, sure, if you say so, Phil." The police officer looked across at his dinner guest, suspiciously. "Now don't you go gossiping about this, Barbara Gordon or, before we know it, half the residents of Gotham City will be milling around in a blind panic," he ordered, sternly, reaching over and gripping her left wrist. "As if I would," the lovely redhead gushed, perhaps a little too eagerly. Phil rolled his eyes up to the ceiling in exasperation. "Women!" he muttered, under his breath. Barbara could tell that Phil was becoming a little annoyed with her, so she decided to change the topic. "Would you like to come back to my place, later, for a nightcap or something?" she enquired, staring at him over the top of her glass of white wine, with just a hint of a smile touching her full red lips, already anticipating his answer. The policeman relaxed and gave her one of those crooked grins that always set her heart a-flutter, before squeezing her delicate hand. "I thought you'd never ask," he murmured, eagerly nodding his head. Later, when they were finishing their evening out with a hot cup of coffee, Phil couldn't resist saying, "Don't lean forward too far, darling, or your boobs might fall out of that top. I don't think any of the other male diners would complain, but you could suffer a nasty attack of heartburn, if one of them should drop into your café au lait." He gave a low chuckle, obviously amused by his infantile humor, but then, he was a man. Barbara pulled a sour face at this corny joke. "Ha, ha, ha! Very funny," she retorted, absently pulling up the front of her low-cut dress and trying to suppress the flush of her cheeks that threatened to reveal her embarrassment. -oOo- Barbara eased her pelvis up and down, as she rode Phil's impressive, Latex sheathed erection, as if she were astride a bucking bronco in a Wild West rodeo. The naked policeman was stretched out on the bed beneath her, his wrists cuffed to the headboard behind his head, by means of his own police issue handcuffs. A big grin was plastered over his face, as the gorgeous redhead gradually upped the tempo of her energetic bumping and grinding, at the same time increasing the length of each stroke. By now, she was panting, loudly, from her considerable exertions. "For someone who looks like an Angel from Heaven, she sure knows how to keep a guy happy," Phil thought, as he watched his fat penis sliding in and out between her tightly stretched labia. Barbara easily absorbed his impressive length, with each squat, the well-toned muscles of her thighs, bulging and rippling, impressively. Phil laid his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes, enjoying the wonderful sensations that his sexy girlfriend was creating. Barbara Gordon had the most incredibly powerful pussy muscles. They clung to his throbbing shaft like the grip of a velvet glove, resulting in an unbelievable feeling of pleasure. Phil had made love to many women in his time, but none of them could hold a candle to the gorgeous librarian... with the possible exception of Batgirl. A picture of the Dark Angel being raped by the Joker, while he looked on, helplessly, sprang to mind and he almost lost it and ejaculated. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!" the redhead gasped, her splayed hands braced against her muscular thighs and her head thrown back as far as it would go, back arched and eyes squeezed tight shut. Her unblemished skin shimmered with a faint sheen of perspiration, in the warm red glow of the bedside lamp. "I'm gonna cum," the policeman warned, as the pressure in his balls became almost intolerable and he finally lost control and toppled over the edge. "I just hope that rubber is big and strong enough?" he cried out. "Aaaaaaahhhh!" Phil's hips jerked, uncontrollably, as he started to ejaculate his load of hot sperm, in short but powerful spurts. "Not yet, Phil! Please, not yet," Barbara pleaded, looking down and trying to focus her gaze on her lover, as his hips began jerking up to meet her widespread crotch. "I'm sooooooo close, so very close..." "Aaaaggghhh! Oh yes, yesss, yesssssss!" she cried, with a shudder of delight, as she reached her own much needed orgasm. Her ass sank down onto the tops of his thighs, until his stiff shaft was completely engulfed by her wet slippery sex. She arched her spine in pleasure and squirmed her ass, as her sex flooded with her own secretions. As the last of the orgasmic tremors faded, Barbara rocked forward, her round breasts heaving, fetchingly. She lowered her lips to Phil's, in a long, passionate kiss. "Thank... you..." she murmured, simply, when they were finally forced to break apart, both gasping for air. Phil smiled up at her, as his shrinking penis slithered from her wet pussy. "You're most welcome, Ms. Gordon, but better not tell your Pa about this. He may not be quite so understanding about your, ah, little hobby." "What hobby?" Barbara asked, sharply, momentarily misunderstanding him. "Having sex with strange men." "Oh, that?" Her lovely face broke into a relieved smile and she shook her mass of wild red hair down over her bare shoulders, causing her breasts to judder, delightfully. "You're right of course, darling, I doubt whether daddy would approve of this, especially with one of his officers," she agreed. This was followed by a tinkling laugh. Barbara wrinkled up her cute button nose, as she removed the cum-filled condom from his shrunken penis and dropped it into the waste container alongside the bed. "That's always the worst part of safe sex," she muttered. "Now, let's get those cuffs off of you," she added, in a business-like tone, her naked breasts rubbing over his face, as she stretched forward to unlock the shackles with the key that she'd just picked up from the bedside table. "Now it's your turn to handcuff me." Phil's hot mouth had just descended over the perky nipple of her left breast. "Mmmmmm, mmmmm," he murmured in total agreement, before sucking, powerfully on her already stiff teat. -oOo- Later, as they lay side by side on the bed, Phil reached out and trailed his fingertips over the copper colored choker around Barbara's slim neck. "This is new isn't it?" he murmured. "How come you left it on, while we were..." Barbara jerked her head away. "Because... because I like it," she replied, a little too sharply, nervously running a hand through her unruly mop of fiery red hair. "Matching bracelets as well," he observed, reaching out to stroke her hand. "So?" she snapped, brushing his hand away. Phil shrugged, realizing that Barbara had suddenly become very uptight, for some unaccountable reason. He sat up and stared down at her, with a look of confusion on his rugged features. "I, ah, I think I'll go take a shower, before I leave," he informed her, with a sigh of regret. "I'm on the early shift tomorrow." Barbara nodded, feeling a little guilty about her over-reaction to his natural curiosity. "Thank you for a wonderful evening, Phil," she murmured, forcing a smile to her lips. "We must do this again, sometime soon." "Yeah, sure." He smiled and nodded. Barbara watched him turn away and amble, naked, into the adjoining bathroom. "That man has the cutest butt," she told herself. -oOo- As Robin slid down the Bat-pole into the massive underground cavern situated beneath stately Wayne Manor, he spotted his mentor and fellow crimefighter, sitting in front of the Bat-computer. As usual, both men had changed into their familiar masked vigilante costumes, before entering the Bat-cave. "What's up, Batman?" the Boy Wonder called out, as he bounded over to his partner. "Alfred said you were down here, working on the Batcomputer." The Caped Crusader looked up, with a grim set to his firm jaw. "I received a disturbing call from Commissioner Gordon, just a short while ago, Robin. Apparently, there have been two very mysterious deaths in Gotham, during the past 36 hours. Both look like the work of a vampire, or some similar creature, on the face of it." "HOLY BLOOD TRANSFUSION!" exclaimed the Boy Wonder, with a disbelieving grin. "You gotta be joshin' me, Batman. There ain't no such thing... is there?" "Well, there ARE blood sucking vampire bats, of course, Boy Wonder, but I think we are both referring to the human variety, are we not?" Robin nodded, wide-eyed. "Well, there's no scientific evidence to support their existence and, according to the research I've just been conducting on the computer, they are merely a thing of myths and the fertile minds of certain horror fiction authors." "What makes the Commissioner think these deaths are something to do with a vampire, then?" "In both cases, the corpse was at least partially drained of blood, and there were twin puncture marks on the victim's neck, as if he had been bitten by a set of fangs." Robin released a long, low whistle of surprise. "Now that IS strange... not to mention a little creepy." "Exactly, Boy Wonder. We shall have to be extra vigilant, whilst out on our patrol tonight, Robin and check out anything that seems the slightest bit unusual. I doubt whether these two deaths will be the last ones of this nature. Until then, we must keep an open mind on the subject. No-one is ever too old to learn, old chum." The Boy Wonder punched one gloved hand into the palm of the other, for emphasis. "Yeah, there's only enough room in this town for one kind of bat," he growled, menacingly, "and a vampire it ain't!" Batman shook his head, at his young partner's abuse of the English language. -oOo- Barbara could hardly wait for Phil to exit her apartment, before hurrying over to the dresser. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and watched it reach up and press the button on her collar, as if it had a life of its own. She looked on in utter fascination, as the undulating purple layer flowed down over her naked contours, until she was completely covered, apart from her head and her hands. The choker and bracelets had assumed a similar purple shade. She released a shuddering breath, until that moment, unaware that she had been holding it. The feeling she had just experienced, had been akin to that of a heroin junkie, after he had just injected his fix. Barbara smiled, slyly and cradled her shapely breasts in her hands, noting that her normally prominent nipples had grown even longer and become rock hard with arousal. She felt good, she felt fulfilled, she felt invincible, as she caressed them, lovingly. Rummaging through the top drawer of the dresser, she located a clean pair of black thong panties and delicately stepped into them, She tugged them up until the thong was positioned deep between her rounded buttocks and fitted snuggly over the smooth swell of her mons. The stretch material clung high on her hips before plunging down between her legs, to barely cover the outer labia of her vagina. She half turned, to check out her pert rear. The thong was invisible, apart from a minute black triangle of material that emerged from between the tops of her taut ass cheeks and the narrow support bands attached to it. After carefully applying a shiny coating of her favorite lilac lipstick to her eminently kissable lips, Barbara reached out and pressed the hidden button beneath the front lip of the dresser top. She watched, as the dressing table and a section of wall behind it, swung inward, noiselessly, to reveal the narrow dark passage beyond. She stepped inside and selected a pair of black ankle boots, before unhooking a utility belt, cape and Bat-cowl from the clothes hooks attached to the rear panel of the mirror. Humming cheerfully to herself, she sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on the shiny high-heeled boots and zipped them up. Rising to her feet, she strapped the bright yellow utility belt low about her curvy hips, before pulling on the combination Bat-cowl and mask and tucking away a few stray wisps of red hair. Standing with hands on her hips and chest thrust out, she checked out the overall effect in the mirror. Satisfied with her sexy image, she entered the secret passageway, heading for the hidden ground floor garage and her trusty Batgirl-cycle. Tonight, Batgirl had an added incentive; to search for and capture, if possible, the human vampire that had arrived in Gotham City and started to reek mayhem. She had no idea what he looked like, but in her mind's eye, she picture someone who looked a little like Christopher Lee, the British actor and star of so many Gothic horror movies. -oOo- "You've been holdin' out on me, ya lyin' slut!" snarled the heavy built, six-footer with the completely shaven head, raising one meaty paw and bringing the palm down across the mousy blonde's face, in a fast descending arc. Thwack! "Yeeeooowww!" The stinging impact, sent the 30 year old willowy blonde sprawling across the unmade bed, with a shrill cry of pain, popping a couple of buttons on her low-cut silk blouse, from the force of the impact. The hooker stared up at the muscle-bound pimp, through glistening tear-filled eyes, one hand clutching her reddening cheek. "Honest, Jake, that's all the money I've made tonight," she gasped, fearfully. "I ain't got the looks I used to have when I was sixteen. A lot of the Johns like 'em young an' fresh and ain't willin' to pay the goin' rate for an experienced workin' girl like me." Jake grabbed the collar of her shirt and hauled her back to her feet, popping the remaining buttons in the process and causing her drooping tits to flop out of her lacy half-cup bra. He casually backhanded her across the face but not forcefully enough to permanently mark her, just sufficient to induce another whimper of pain and fear. "Then you'd better start offerin' them some extra inducements, bitch," he growled, menacingly, "at least another 500 bucks a week's worth, if ya know what's good for ya!" "I-I will Jake, honest I will," the woman gasped, tears ruining her carefully applied mascara. "Just don't hit me again. Just tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it?" "I'll do better than that, bitch, I'll show ya," he said, ending with a humorless cackle. -oOo- Batgirl had been watching this scenario play out from the rooftop opposite the fifth floor apartment, before deciding she should intervene. Despite her enhanced hearing, she had been unable to make out more than the odd word or two of their conversation, but it was obvious that the man and woman were having a heated argument. She fired the grapnel onto the roof of the apartment block using her pneumatic Batpistol and, after tugging on the attached line to ensure that the multi-barbed hook was firmly embedded, she swung over the intervening drop on the nylon rope. Batgirl: The Vampyre Caper Ch. 04 She landed, silently, on the narrow balcony and, after tying off the rope to the metal safety railing, slipped through the partially open glass door, into the apartment. Jake was standing with his back to the window, his pants around his ankles, as he fucked into the mouth of the sobbing female kneeling before him. Suddenly, the woman's eyes opened wide with amazement, as she spotted the Dark Damsel's entrance. Her body stiffened, reflexively. This warned Jake that something was amiss and he pulled out of the girl's widely stretched mouth and spun around, dropping into a half-crouch. His narrowed eyes widened, as they alighted on the curvaceous purple temptress. "What the hell?" he gasped. Batgirl assumed her classic heroine pose, legs astride, hands on hips, chest thrust out with nipples erect. This looked even more spectacular than usual, clad in just her Vampirium coating. "Think you're a big man, huh?" the Dark Damsel sneered. This was not a reference to his manhood, which was comparatively modest in dimensions to be truthful, if not a little below average. "Think you can slap the weaker sex around, whenever you feel like it?" Jake appreciatively ran his eyes over the heroine's spectacular figure, feeling his penis hardening even further. He was convinced that the Dark Angel was naked, apart from just a light coating of purple body paint. He licked his suddenly dry lips and grinned at her, lopsidedly. "I don't think I'd have much trouble fuckin' you, Batslut," he bragged in a confident tone, closing in on her as fast as he could, with his pants still about his ankles. "Ya look like you're beggin' for it." "Oh, yeah?" Batgirl made no attempt to take evasive action, as the thug reached out and dragged aside her thong covering and rammed his hard erection inside her pussy. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him even deeper inside her. Her lips descended over his, cutting of his grunt of delight, as he discovered she was already fully lubricated and ready for sexual intercourse. Jake started to piston in and out of her, unable to believe his luck. It must've been every red-blooded male's wet dream to make it with the Dynamic Daredoll. The slim blonde hooker, stared at the rutting pair, open mouthed, too surprised to even bother to adjust her own clothing and cover herself up. As Jake broke the French kiss, panting for breath, he gasped, "Geez, you're hot, Batslut. Ya musta been dying for a real man ta fu.... Hey, what the hell's happening? Ooooh noooooooooo!" Batgirl's big green eyes had started to glow with an unholy red light. Two long fangs were now protruding from her mouth, over her lower lip, which had become thinner and crueler looking, somehow. "Nooooooooooo!" Even as he screamed again and desperately tried to pull free of her powerful embrace, her mouth opened wide and her head swooped forward, plunging the razor sharp fangs deep into the side of his neck where his jugular vein was located. Soon, his desperate struggles grew feeble, as the vampiress greedily drained his body of its life-giving fluid. The mousey blonde had watched all this from her kneeling position, frozen with fear, but now she managed to regained control of her motor neuron functions and started to edge her way toward the apartment door, intent on making her escape. Unfortunately, she never made it. -oOo- Batgirl shook her head to help dispel the fog of confusion and dizziness and blinked a couple of times. She looked around the room. The bald-headed guy was sprawled out on the carpet with his trousers about his ankles. The blonde woman was lying on the bed, with her head hanging over the bottom end. Both of them were very, very pale and very obviously dead. "What the hell happened here?" she muttered, her forehead furrowing, as she tried to remember. She could recollect everything up to her landing on the apartment balcony, but from there on, her mind was a total blank. She walked over to the woman and stared down at her. The blonde's blouse was wide open and her breasts hung out of her brief black bra. Her short skirt had ridden up to reveal that she wasn't wearing any panties and there was evidence of recent sexual intercourse. Her skin had a deathly paler to it and there were two closely spaced puncture wounds in her long, slim neck. Batgirl checked for a pulse, but it was obvious that the female was already beyond help. She switched her attention to the guy and squatted down beside him. He was equally as pale with similar twin puncture wounds in his neck. His pants and boxer shorts were tangled about his ankles and his penis glistened with evidence of recent carnal activity. He was also deceased. Obviously, the vampire had struck during the intervening period when she had suffered another inexplicable bout of temporary amnesia but, once again, the creature had spared her, for some unknown reason. "Perhaps there is some particular property of my molecular costume, that protects me from creatures such as him?" Batgirl wondered, with a puzzled frown. She took her Bat-phone from her utility belt and called the Caped Crusader. "Batman, can you get over to that apartment block on Lyle St., urgently. Apartment... Hang on a moment!" She walked over to the door, opened it and checked the number on the hallway side. "Apartment 5c. There have been two more vampire deaths, a man and a woman." She paused then grinned at his reply. "I have my own sources, Caped Crusader. Yes, I WAS aware that we have a vampire stalking our city streets at night. Where are you, by the way?" She listened to his reply. "Good! You should arrive shortly. See you then." -oOo- The Caped Crusader finished examining the man's corpse and rose to his impressive full height. "It looks as if they were both completely drained of blood, just like the last victim. Also, both had recently engaged in some sort of sexual activity," he informed his two costumed companions. He eyed Batgirl, thoughtfully. "And you say you were present at the time of their deaths, Batgirl?" Batgirl had given them a brief rundown of events, when the Dynamic Duo had first arrived. She nodded, looking distinctly uncomfortable. "What happened, exactly?" "I, ah, I don't know, Batman. My mind is a complete blank over a period of about half an hour from when I first entered the apartment, during which time the creature must've swooped down and drained them of blood." "Pure supposition! Can't you remember ANYTHING, Batgirl?" The Dark Angel shook her head, miserably. "No, sorry, Caped Crusader! I can't understand why it didn't drain my blood as well. I suspect that my molecular costume... do you like it by the way?" She gave him a twirl and Batman snorted his disgust at the revealing outfit. "I'll take that as a 'yes', shall I? Anyway, I suspect that my new costume repelled him in some way, much like garlic or a cross is supposed to do? I figure I'm a very lucky girl." "We're pretty lucky ourselves," Robin piped up, ogling her wonderfully displayed charms. Batman gave his partner a jaundiced look, before turning back to the Dark Damsel. "You may as well go home, Batgirl. We'll take it from here. I'll phone the GCPD and inform them of these latest homicides. If you recollect anything else, please contact me at once." "Of course, Caped Crusader. I... I do feel unusually tired. Let me know, if you discover any clues." "Will do!" Batgirl: The Vampyre Caper Ch. 05 This story is the seventh in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, mainly based on characters in the early Batman comics and that wonderful '60s TV series but with the timeline brought up to the present. Warning! This fictional story contains strictly ADULT content and is ONLY intended for mature readers and for personal consumption. No copyright infringement is intended. The Adventures Of Batgirl Batgirl: The Vampyre Caper Chapter 5: Power Dressing "I'm worried about Barbara, Alfred," Bruce Wayne announced, as he sat down at the breakfast table the next morning and the manservant placed a plate of ham and scrambled eggs in front of him, together with a rack of warm toast. "Oh yes, sir?" replied his faithful old retainer, with a frown of concern, pausing as he was about to turn away and go pour his employer a cup of freshly percolated coffee. Alfred Pennyworth had been looking after Bruce ever since the multi-millionaire had been tragically orphaned as a young boy and was regarded as a member of the family rather than merely as an employee. Bruce finished tucking the napkin into the collar of his crisp white shirt, before replying. "Yes, Alfred. She's started to suffer from short periods of amnesia, which always seem to coincide with the appearance of this vampire creature. Also, she's taken to wearing this new, ultra revealing Batcostume, whilst on vigilante patrol. It's almost as if she's deliberately trying to encourage some sexually frustrated young miscreant into attacking her and taking advantage of her." Alfred shook his head, vehemently. "I'm sure that isn't the case, Mr. Wayne. Ms. Gordon is a properly brought up young lady. It's probably just some passing fad, influenced by those skimpily clad young pop divas who regularly appear in those videos they show on the music channels on cable TV." The multi-millionaire businessman raised an enquiring eyebrow. "What brings you watching scantily attired young women on MTV and other music channels, Alfred?" he enquired, giving the old retainer a disapproving look. The white-haired butler went bright red with embarrassment. "I, er, I try to keep up-to-date with all the latest trends in popular music and fashion, sir," he protested. "One doesn't want to be accused of being out of touch, does one?" "Hmm?" Bruce didn't sound entirely convinced by this explanation "Perhaps you should have a quiet word with the young lady, sir?" Alfred offered. "I'm sure you can convince her that a more modest attire would be eminently more suitable for her costumed crime-fighting exploits." Bruce scooped up a forkful of scrambled egg and masticated it, thoughtfully, before replying. "Perhaps you're right, old friend," he mused, aloud. "Perhaps I should point out the obvious impracticalities of such an outfit. That girl is far too naïve for her own good." "Will Master Dick be down for breakfast, shortly?" enquired the butler, changing the subject. He was referring to Dick Grayson, Bruce's youthful charge, who also happened to be Batman's masked sidekick, Robin. "Er, no, not this morning, Alfred. I believe he's having a lie in. Young Mr. Grayson had a very late night. After we completed our evening patrol, he went on to some nightclub in town, where he was meeting up with his girlfriend, Jennifer Goodbody." -oOo- "Victims number three and four of the vampire killer turned up last night, Chief," the Commissioner of Police revealed to his number 2, a grave expression on his face, as soon as O'Hara had sat down facing him on the other side of his desk. The uniformed officer's eyes widened and he sat up straight in his chair. "Bejabers, Commissioner!" he exclaimed. "Was the modus operandi the same as before?" His Irish brogue always became more pronounced whenever he grew excited. Jim Gordon smiled, grimly, as he nodded his confirmation. "The same as the last time but a man AND a woman. Both victims were drained of blood and had deep fang marks in their necks. The corpses were discovered by Batgirl, while out on patrol last night, but it was the Caped Crusader who actually phoned it in." "So, vampires DO exist," exclaimed the wide-eyed Irishman, leaning forward with a look of morbid fascination on his florid features. "Batman thinks that, if the killer IS human, then it is more likely to be a person suffering from haematodipsia, a sexual thirst for human blood," corrected the Commissioner. "If so, the killer has obviously developed some sort of 'blood fetish'. He may also be a practitioner of necrophilia, but we have, as yet, been unable to confirm whether sexual intercourse occurred just before, during or just after death." "Bejazus!" The Police Chief's bushy eyebrows nearly shot off the top of his forehead. "Death occurred due to heart failure, brought on by lack of blood. The victims literally had their life sucked out of them, Chief." "We must catch this homicidal maniac before the news gets out, Commissioner, or we will end up with a city-wide panic on our hands." "I am well aware of that, Chief," Gordon retorted, a little peevishly. "I have already taken the precaution of canceling all police leave and doubling the number of officers on night patrol, from this evening onward. They will be on the lookout for someone acting strangely, probably having sharp, protruding teeth. The Caped Crusaders have also agreed to commit all of their considerable crime prevention resources to the task of tracking down the killer." -oOo- Barbara finally drove into the library underground parking lot and parked up the Mercedes, some three hours after her normal arrival time. This was due to a couple of detours she'd made, on her way to work that morning. First, she had visited her favorite hairdressing salon for a cut and restyle, and then she had popped into a local shopping mall, to purchase a completely new outfit for work, which she was now wearing. She stepped into the small private elevator and rode up to the second floor. As she stepped out into the hallway, she glanced at her wristwatch and took a deep breath. She drew back her shoulders, thrust out her chest and firmly pushed open the door marked 'PRIVATE -- STAFF ONLY'. Luckily, Mr. Peabody, the Head Librarian and her immediate superior, was on a week's vacation and had left Barbara in charge. As a consequence, his office, situated just beyond the doorway, was closed and in darkness. As Barbara strode, purposely through the open-plan admin area, heading for her own office, her newly purchased platform soled, five-inch Manolo Blahnik stilettos, click-clacked, noisily, on the wooden flooring and the daring mid-thigh length skirt of her tailored navy-blue business suit, swished, sexily against her dark, nylon-encased thighs. The unbuttoned jacket of her worsted business suit was worn over a crisp white silk blouse, with a blue and white-striped ladies silk bow tie about her throat, hiding her snug-fitting choker from view. Her glorious red hair was freshly cut in a stylish bob, which bounced with each long graceful stride. Her fellow workers all stopped what they were doing and stared at the new arrival in open-mouthed astonishment. Not only was it unheard of for the Assistant Chief Librarian to arrive late for work, but this was Barbara Gordon as they had never seen her before! This was power dressing at its stylish best, with killer makeup to match. Most of them had always regarded the redhead as a pleasant but deadly dull senor employee, with no interest whatsoever in the exciting world of fashion or glamour. Those people were forced to rapidly revised their former opinions. Someone gave out with a long low wolf whistle and Barbara paused and half turned toward her audience, as if acknowledging their presence for the first time. She slid the bridge of her spectacles to the end of her nose, griping the corner of the frames between forefinger and thumb, as she peered over the top at her attentive fellow employees. "Thank you, whoever that was," she said, her scarlet painted lips forming a warm smile. "It was much appreciated, although in some people's eyes, such an act may be regarded as a form of sexual harassment. Not by myself, I hasten to add. Now, could you all please get back to whatever you were doing before I walked in here. I didn't mean to cause such a stir." With that, she turned and continued on her way. All eyes were glued to her swaying, tightly encased derriere. No sooner had Barbara disappeared into her office, than a buzz of excited conversation broke out amongst her co-workers. "Wow! Did you see that?" "Yes, I could hardly believe my eyes." "Ms. Gordon looked absolutely stunning!" "I never realized it before, but Barbara has a face and figure to die for," sighed a young brunette named Sue, a fairly recent addition to the library personnel. "How come she's never flaunted them before?" No one could come up with a worthwhile explanation. -oOo- Jennifer Goodbody had missed all the excitement. She'd been searching for a manuscript amongst the archival material in the basement, at the time, but her fellow workers quickly brought her up to speed, when she eventually returned to her desk. "She looked absolutely incredible, Jen," gasped Heidi, the girl sitting at the desk next to her own. "Ms. Gordon's had a complete make-over. I could hardly recognize her." Jenny could scarcely believe what she was hearing. Barbara had always gone to exceptional lengths to dress conservatively for work, determined not to draw any unwanted attention to her bland everyday persona. "This I've got to see for myself," she informed Heidi, determinedly, rising from her chair and picking up the manuscript, before making straight for Barbara's office. Jennifer politely tapped on the windowpane of the closed office door. Barbara looked up from her powder compact. She had just been checking her makeup in the small mirror. "Come on in, Jen!" she called, waving the blonde in, from her seated position behind her desk. Jenny walked in and turned and closed the door behind her. "I've got that research manuscript that you want..." she began, as she turned back to face her superior. "Good grief, Barbara!" Barbara smiled up at her blue-eyed research assistant. "Is something the matter, dear?" she enquired, slipping off her glasses before rotating her chair to face the slim blonde. "You! You look absolutely amazing, Barbara." "Yes I do, don't I?" the redhead acknowledged, with a conceited smirk on her crimson painted lips. "But I thought you told me that you always tried to blend into the background, in your everyday existence, to avoid attracting any unwanted attention. In that outfit, you stand out like... well, like a nudist in an Eskimo colony." "Well, I've had a change of heart, Jen. Dressing like this makes me feel powerful and sexy. Why should Batgirl get all the kicks?" Jenny groaned under her breath. "What if someone spots that the new glamour puss Assistant Chief Librarian and the sexy Batgirl, are actually one and the same person? It would almost certainly bring the curtain down on your crime-fighting career." Barbara shrugged her shoulders, her obviously braless breasts jiggling, fetchingly, beneath her expensive silk shirt. "I'm willing to take that chance," she replied, offhandedly. Jennifer groaned again and rolled her eyes up toward the ceiling. Moments later, she spotted a slight bulge beneath the skirt, where it was tightly stretched over the top of Barbara's thigh. "Are you wearing a garter belt underneath that skirt?" she gasped, experiencing a sudden thrill of arousal. "Uh, huh! Want to see?" Jenny blinked like a startled deer caught in a car's headlights, late at night. She licked her suddenly dry lips, before giving a barely perceptible nod. "Yeah, okay." Barbara smiled. "I thought you might. Pull the blind down on the door pane first, there's a dear. Better lock the door, while you're at it," the redhead added, almost as an afterthought. Jennifer hurried to comply and when she turned around, Barbara had already risen to her feet and hiked her skirt up about her trim waist. She was deliberately standing with her legs parted. "Barbara," Jen gasped, her eyes bulging, "you're not..." "Not wearing any panties," Barbara finished for her, with a impish grin. "Yeah. Sexy, or what?" Jenny stared at the lacy black garter belt that clung to Barbara's hips. Narrow garter straps were attached to the tops of her stockings, giving additional support to her dark hold-ups. The two front straps framed the smooth, hairless mons of the redhead, providing a delicious contrast to her pale delicate skin. Jennifer swallowed hard and nodded her agreement. Jennifer felt her panties growing wet with arousal, but she managed to shake herself out of her trance-like state. "Put it away, you idiot!" she hissed, in wide-eyed alarm. "Someone might come along and try the door, at any moment. If they discover what we've been up to, then we could both end up out on our ear, looking for another job." Barbara chuckled but obediently tugged her short skirt down to hide her charms, suitably chastised. "For the first time in my life, I feel like a completely liberated woman, Jen," she explained, with a long, contented sigh. -oOo- Later that morning, while no one was about, Jennifer put through a call to Wayne Manor. Alfred, the old family butler, finally answered the ringing telephone. "Wayne Manor, Alfred Pennyworth speaking," he announced in that cultivated but slightly pompous British accent of his. "How may I be of assistance?" "Alfred, it's Jenny," she whispered into the mouthpiece, "is Mr. Wayne around?" The butler was well aware that Jennifer Goodbody was also Sparrow, the most recent addition to Gotham's caped crime-busters. "Hello, Ms. Jenny," he greeted, warmly. "I believe that Mr. Wayne is in the, ah, the basement area. Shall I transfer your call down there?" "Yes please, Alfred." After a few moments wait, the multi-millionaire came on the line. "Hello, this is Bruce Wayne speaking. To whom am I speaking?" "Bruce, it's Jenny." "Oh, hello, Jennifer. What can I do for you, dear?" "Is this a secure line?" "Of course." "I'm worried about Barbara, Bruce. She's been acting very strangely." "You've noticed that too. I must admit that the new costume of Batgirl's is... well, to be perfectly honest Jen, it's positively embarrassing. You can see just about everything she's got and if it wasn't for that... that thong, I would've been forced into making a citizen's arrest, what with her lewdly displaying her body in public like that." "She's up to some similar tricks over here at the library, Bruce. Barbara arrived this morning, in a whole new sexy business suit, minus a couple of key items of underwear." "WHAT?" "I'm not kidding, Bruce! The way she's acting, some observant person's going to put two and two together and come to the conclusion that Batgirl and Barbara Gordon are one and the same person." "Hmm, that could prove disastrous. Ask her to pop over to my place after work and I shall try to talk some sense into the young woman." "Would you Bruce? Thank you, I will be truly grateful. Barbara's always looked upon you as a sort of alternate father figure." Bruce snorted, indignantly. "Don't go telling her father that. Now, there's something you can do for me, Jennifer," he added, seriously. Jenny giggled. "Aren't I a bit too young and inexperienced, for Gotham's most eligible bachelor's tastes?" she pointed out, coyly. Bruce ignored the sexual innuendo. "Talk Barbara into making an appointment with her doctor for a thorough medical examination. I'm worried about these bouts of amnesia that she's been having lately." Jenny became serious. "I'll do my best, Bruce," she promised, soberly. "By the way, did you know she's also been having nightmares over the last couple of nights?" "No, no I didn't," Bruce said, in a worried tone. "That makes it even more essential that she sees a doctor." With that Jenny said goodbye and hastily ended the call. She had just spotted Heidi approaching her desk. Her workmate was just returning from a visit to the Ladies Room. -oOo- Barbara pulled the Mercedes over to the curb and parked it out front of the sprawling brownstone building with its neatly manicured stretch of front lawn and its colorful borders of well-maintained flowerbeds. She switched off the engine and sat there, gripping the steering wheel, debating with herself, whether to go in or not. She'd driven there straight from the library after finishing work. Barbara had been bullied and cajoled by Jenny, into making an appointment, over the phone, with her family medical practitioner, Dr. Macintyre, earlier that afternoon. Luckily, the good doctor had agreed to see her after normal consulting hours, that very same day. She was still dubious about the need for such a visit, but Jennifer had insisted, saying that her recent lapses of memory and her vivid nightmares, were both good reasons for her to have a thorough medical checkup. Barbara sighed and, opening the automobile door, slid out of the driver's seat. This caused her short skirt to ride up and reveal a tantalizing glimpse of dark, patterned stocking tops. She smoothed down the skirt of her business suit, locked the car with her electronic key fob and dropped the bunch of keys into her purse. She then turned and purposefully strode up to the front door, her high heels clicking on the short length of paved pathway. Pushing open the door, Barbara entered the combined reception and waiting area, and walked over to the woman sitting behind a desk. She smiled down at the bespectacled young woman, who was wearing her long brown hair tied back in a neat ponytail. "Good afternoon, my name is Barbara Gordon," she explained. "I believe Doctor Macintyre is expecting me? I have a five-thirty appointment." The receptionist smiled back. "Ah, yes, Ms. Gordon, we were expecting you. I'll just check that the doctor is free." She picked up the internal phone and pressed a button. "Ms. Gordon is here for her five-thirty appointment, doctor." She listened for a moment. "Very well, sir." She replaced the receiver and looked up. "Dr. Macintyre will see you shortly. Please take a seat, Ms. Gordon." "Thank you." Barbara sat down on one of the uncomfortable-looking waiting room chairs and crossed one long lithe leg over the other, causing her short skirt to ride up even further. She heard a subdued "Tut, tut!" from the direction of the receptionist and an amused smile touched her lips. "If she knew I wasn't wearing any panties, she'd probably have a panic attack," the redhead thought, stifling a giggle with the back of her hand. A minute or so later, the doctor popped his head out of the door of his combined office and examination room and looked over at her. "You may come through now, Barbara," he announced with a welcoming smile, before turning to the receptionist. "You can go now, Lisa. I'll look after Ms. Gordon and lock up when we're finished. See you in the morning." "Yes, sir, thank you, sir," the girl replied, standing and slipping on her coat. "Goodnight, both!" "Goodnight!" Barbara replied. The doctor ushered Barbara through into his office and closed the door behind them. John Macintyre was in his early-fifties, a well built five-feet nine-inches in height. He was black-haired with just a touch of grey at the sides of his temples. He had been the Gordon's family doctor for almost twenty years. "How is your father, Barbara?" he enquired, conversationally, as he ushered her over to a seat in front of his desk, with a wave of his hand. "Pretty much the same as usual, Doctor," she replied with a resigned smile. "Working far too hard and doing his stomach ulcer no good at all." Batgirl: The Vampyre Caper Ch. 05 The physician nodded, then sat down in his leather bound chair, facing her. He placed both elbows on his desktop and linked the fingers of his hands together. "Now, what can I do for you, young woman?" he asked, getting straight down to the point. "I want you to give me a full medical examination, doctor," Barbara replied, crossing one shapely nylon encased leg over the other. "Oh? You don't look too unhealthy to me," he replied, with a grin, running his gaze over her svelte figure. "In fact you have turned into a real dish, Ms. Gordon," he added, under his breath. It had been several years since the Commissioner of Police's daughter had last visited him and she appeared to have blossomed in the intervening period. His previous recollection was one of a timid, shy, almost mouse-like creature, not someone who could put most Hollywood starlets to shame. "What appears to be the problem, Ms. Gordon?" "I've been having short bouts of amnesia and horrible nightmares over the last couple of days, doctor." The medic sat up straighter. "How long do these periods of amnesia last?" he asked, frowning in concern. "No more than thirty minutes." "Hmm?" He slipped his acoustic stethoscope about his neck and walked around the desk toward her. "If you wouldn't mind unfastening a couple of buttons of your blouse," he murmured placing the stethoscope into his ears and breathing on the small round metal diaphragm, to take the chill off it, "I'll just check out your heart." Barbara jumped a little, as the cold metal touched her skin, just above and between her braless breasts. This fact had not gone un-noticed by the medical practitioner. "Hmm? Well that's as healthy a heart as I've listened to in a long time. Now, if you'll just roll your left sleeve up, I'll check your blood pressure." Barbara frowned. "I did say I wanted a FULL examination, doctor," she reminded him. He looked at her, quizzically. "Very well. Go behind the privacy screen and get undressed, then lie down on that couch over there." When Barbara stepped out from behind the screen, naked apart from a couple of items of jewelry, the doctor's eyebrows nearly shot off the top of his forehead. He had never seen anyone quite so exquisite. She had a fabulous figure with just the right body mass index to fill out those shapely feminine contours to perfection. As she moved, he could see the subtle ripple of muscle in her thighs and taut little ass. There wasn't an ounce of surplus fat on the girl's body. She obviously worked out regularly and ate a sensible diet. He felt his penis stir and grow in his pants. He might be a doctor but he was also a normal red-blooded male. "Please, ahem, lie on the couch, Ms. Gordon," he croaked, feeling beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead. "Certainly, Doctor." Barbara slipped onto the medical couch and lay back, legs slightly parted. "Is this alright for you, doctor?" she enquired, giving him a dazzling smile. He fingered his suddenly over-tight shirt collar. "It, ah, it certainly is," he agreed, enthusiastically. Barbara Gordon had the most incredible breasts, with the most prominent nipples he'd ever encountered on a woman. He lent over her naked body. "I'm just going to check out your eyes first, with this ophthalmoscope," he informed her, taking the instrument from his jacket pocket. "There's nothing to get alarmed about. Just stare straight ahead, unless I instruct you otherwise. Have you been having any migraines lately?" "I don't think so, Doctor." "Hmm?" -oOo- Finally, the doctor finished his examination. He had taken an inordinate amount of time over it, determined to enjoy the sight of this gorgeous young creature to the full. "You may get up and get dressed now, young woman," he instructed. "You will be relieved to hear that I can find nothing physically wrong with you, but if these worrying memory lapses continue, then I shall have to refer you to a specialist neurologist. As far as I can tell though, you are in perfect physical shape." A strange expression crossed Barbara's lovely face, as her gaze was drawn to his throat, and she ran her tongue over her full red lips. She slid off the couch and walked over to him, sexily. "Then how do you explain this, doctor?" she enquired, huskily. She reached up and touched the collar about her neck. An undulating purple wave flowed down over her shapely figure, leaving just her head and hands free of it. The doctor stared, in open-mouthed amazement. "What the hell is that?" he eventually managed to croak. "Kiss me, doctor," the purple temptress demanded, wrapping her arms about his neck and crushing her soft, voluptuous, size 36c breasts against his chest. "W-What?" he gasped, confused by the sudden rapid change of events. Her lips captured his, in a long, drawn out, passionate kiss. He was vaguely aware of her hand pulling down the zip of his fly and dragging his already semi-erect cock out of his pants. "Make love to me," she demanded, hungrily, like a bitch in heat. It had been far too long since she had last tasted blood. The doctor was both confused and a little frightened, but he wasn't someone who would turn down an offer like that. He nodded, eagerly, as her fingers wrapped about his shaft and guided his throbbing erection into her waiting pussy. Soon, he was enthusiastically pistoning into her well-lubricated sex, clutching her firm buttocks and grunting with his efforts, while the redhead arched her back and urged him onward. "Harder, doctor! Faster!" she cried. The doctor knew that what they were doing went against all medical ethics, but he no longer seemed to care. "God, but you're beautiful," he panted, fucking into the gorgeous redhead with even greater effort. "Yes, yess, yesssss!" Barbara cried, triumphantly, as she shuddered and attained her much needed orgasm. "Oh, Jesus, I'm going to cum!" the doctor cried, belatedly realizing that they hadn't taken any precautions, as he started to spurt his semen deep into his patient's unprotected vulva. "Aaaaaaahhh! Unnnggghhh!" His eyes flew open, as he tried to pull out of her pussy, and it was only then that he noticed a weird red glow building in the girl's normally green eyes. She opened her mouth wide and, with a thrill of naked fear, the medic noticed the two protruding fangs. "Noooooooooooo!" he screamed, a split second before the creature plunged the needle sharp points into his neck, and his body started to jerk, uncontrollably in her unbreakable death embrace. The vampiress drank, greedily, until the physician's now lifeless body, was totally drained of blood. Batgirl: The Vampyre Caper Ch. 06 This story is the seventh in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, mainly based on characters in the early Batman comics and that wonderful '60s TV series but with the timeline brought up to the present. Warning! This fictional story contains strictly ADULT content and is ONLY intended for mature readers and for personal consumption. No copyright infringement is intended. The Adventures Of Batgirl Batgirl: The Vampyre Caper Chapter 6: Sex, Drugs & Rock 'n Roll It was almost 10:00 pm, when Batgirl slid down the Bat-pole into the Bat-cave. She was wearing her molecular Bat-costume and thong, along with her other, more recognizable Batgirl accessories. She strolled over to Batman, her hips swaying, sexily. The Caped Crusader was sitting in front of the Bat-computer, correlating all the available details on the vampire killings. The Dark Damsel casually glanced around. There was no sign of the Boy Wonder anywhere in the immediate vicinity of the extensive subterranean cavern. She stopped in front of the Dark Avenger, deliberately placing her hands on her hips and thrusting out her spectacular purple coated breasts, with their large dark areolas and prominent nipples. "You wanted to see me, Batman?" she enquired, huskily, making deliberate eye contact with him. "Er, yes, yes I did, Batgirl," the Caped Crusader acknowledged. She raised one high-heeled ankle boot and placed it on the computer desk alongside the Dark Knight, before casually resting her elbow on the raised thigh and propping up her chin with the palm of her hand. This had the effect of stretching the already tightly clinging thong almost to breaking point and, at the same time, forcing the material deep into her vaginal cleft. "Well, here I am." Batman's gaze was drawn to her crotch like iron fillings to a magnet. "You, ah, you didn't have to change into your new Batgirl outfit, Barbara," he croaked, his throat suddenly dry. "I, er, I just wanted to have a quiet word with you." The redhead reached out and ran a hand down his clean-shaven cheek. "Why," she murmured, with a sexy pout, "don't you like it?" "It's, ah, very nice, but totally inappropriate for your vigilante patrols," replied the embarrassed crime-fighter. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about, by the way." He paused to clear his throat, nervously. "That costume is altogether too revealing, too um, provocative and impractical." "Oh? In that case, I'd better get rid of it," Batgirl replied, with an amused twist to her lilac painted lips. The Caped Crusader swallowed hard but nodded his agreement. "Yes, I, ah, I think that would be for the best, Barbara," he concurred, hoping that the bulge that had developed in his Bat-briefs wasn't too obvious. Her hand rose up and she pressed the button on the front of her collar. The Caped Crusader stared in amazement, as the purple molecular layer flowed back into her choker like the ebb tide from a sandy beach, leaving her naked apart from her thong and familiar accessories of cape, cowl, utility belt and heels. "Good grief, Barbara," he gasped, wide-eyed. "You're almost nude! This is most embarrassing. Please turn your costume back on." Instead, Batgirl dragged aside the crotch of her thong panties and, hooking her other hand behind his neck, dragged his face up against her exposed hairless mons, before the Caped Crusader realized what she was going to do. "What are you do..." he started to say, but his alarmed protest was cut off, as she pulled his face tight up against her pussy. "Cut the long drawn-out sermon and eat my pussy, Batman," she crooned, writhing her hips with pleasure, as she felt his tongue slip into her gaping sex. Whether this had been by accident or design, she didn't really care. "That's it," she encouraged. The Caped Crusader was no different from any other red-blooded male and soon began to lick and suck, enthusiastically, as she took a firm grip on his bat ears and thrust her hips forward, riding his face. As Batgirl felt her climax approaching, her breathing grew shorter and she reached up and activated the Vampirium layer once more. Soon, her eyes began to glow with a hellish red light and the needle sharp fangs began to extend from her upper jaw. Her eyes locked onto the exposed part of Batman's neck, just to the side of his square jaw, as she started to orgasm, grinding her oozing sex up against his face. "Yes, yes," she panted. "Deeper, Batman!" Batman finally pulled his face away, gasping for breath. "I... I'm terribly sorry, Barbara, I don't know... what came... over me," he panted, his voice heavy with remorse. Then he froze and his eyes widened in horror, as he saw Batgirl open her mouth wide, ready to plunge her dripping fangs into the exposed part of his flesh. "BATMAN!" The warning cry jarred Batman out of his almost trance-like state and, with a sudden powerful heave, he thrust the Dark Angel away from him, catching her by surprise and breaking her hold about his neck. Batgirl lost her precarious balance on her single high-heeled ankle boot and tumbled backward to the smooth cement floor of the Bat-cave, landing on her shapely ass with a yelp of unsuppressed fury. "Watch out, Robin," Batman cried out in warning, as the Boy Wonder ran toward them. "BATGIRL IS THE VAMPIRE!" Batgirl scrambled to her high-heeled feet, spitting and snarling like some sort of caged wild animal. She had just been deprived of her life giving sustenance at the very last instant, but she still retained enough logical reasoning to realize that she would be no match for both of the Caped Crusaders at once. Crouching low, she sprinted for the stone staircase that led to the mansion above, moving at an incredible speed. "Stop her, Robin," Batman cried, struggling up out of his computer chair, copious amounts of girl cum glistening on his square chin. Robin threw a deadly Batarang, but the potentially lethal weapon just bounced off the girl's purple-coated shoulder, as if it had been made from papier-mache. "Damn, she's getting away!" he cried, in sheer frustration, chasing after the fast receding figure. Batgirl sprinted through the Great Hall, barging aside the old, white-haired butler and sending him tumbling to the floor, as she headed for the main entrance to Wayne Manor. Robin followed, seconds later, almost stumbling over Alfred in his haste to catch up with his incredibly fast moving quarry. "Sorry, Alfred, but Batgirl is the vampire," the Boy Wonder called out, as he ran out of the door after the purple temptress. Batman arrived, moments later, but paused to kneel alongside the fallen manservant. "Are you alright, Alfred?" he asked, in a concerned voice. "I'm unharmed, sir. Better go help Master Dick." As Batman rose to his feet, Robin re-appeared in the open doorway. "She's got away," he croaked in an incredulous voice. "She just vanished into the night. It's almost as if she turned into a bat and flew into the sky." Batman smiled, grimly. "I don't think that part of the legend is very factual, old chum but at least, we now know the identity of the vampire." "Yeah, Batgirl, who would've guessed," the Boy Wonder growled, slamming one gloved fist into the palm of the other, in utter frustration. "I still find it hard to believe." "I should've guessed, Robin," Batman chastised himself, with a shake of his cowled head. "The clues were all there. Unfortunately, Batgirl knows just about every bolt-hole in Gotham City, so it's going to be a difficult task, trying to flush out our blood-sucking vampiress." "Would anyone care for a cup of tea?" enquired Alfred, getting to his feet, unflustered, and brushing the dust smudges off his uniform. -oOo- "WHAT?" Sparrow almost spilled the cup of Earl Gray tea, down the front of her heroine costume, such was her surprise. Batman had just calmly informed her that Barbara was a vampiress. "You... you must be joking! This IS a wind-up, isn't it guys?" Sparrow peered at the three men sitting around the one end of the impressive conference table in the Great Hall of old mansion, but none of them appeared to be smiling. "You're serious about this, aren't you?" she added, incredulously, but with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Jennifer had hurried over to Wayne Manor, as soon as she'd received the phone call from Bruce, telling her that something urgent had cropped up. The multi-millionaire had refused to discuss what it was about, over the telephone, insisting that they discuss it face to face. Batman nodded, grimly. "I came very close to becoming her next victim, earlier this evening," he revealed. The Dark Knight proceeded to give the Costumed Cutie a brief summary of the night's startling revelations. When he'd finished his tale, Sparrow, sat back in silence, absorbing the startling information. Finally, she spoke up. "I think it's all got something to do with that dead scientist, Dr. Zarkhov, the first of the vampire's victims. He'd only recently arrived in the United States from Transylvania, the place where vampires are supposed to originate from." "Oh, yeah?" Robin sneered, disbelievingly. "I suppose you're gonna tell us next, that the old guy was Count Dracula's great, great grandfather?" Jennifer ignored this thinly veiled sarcasm. "No, but he WAS the inventor of Barbara's latest Batgirl costume. It's made from some recently discovered element called Vampirium." "Vampirium? Never heard of it," Batman muttered, with an accompanying frown. "There's been no mention of it in any of the leading scientific journals." "Neither has anyone else, Caped Crusader. I originally thought the name was someone's idea of a joke, but now I'm not so sure. Barbara claims that her new costume is comprised of an ultra thin layer of this extremely dense element, and that it's sufficient to stop the hardest of knife blows and all but the most powerful of bullets." "Impressive, if true! That must've been the stuff that I saw oozing into the collar about her neck, at the touch of a button." "Correct, Caped Crusader! It takes only seconds to create or remove the molecular layer. I suspect that her new costume is the key to all these murders. The victims are always drained of blood when Batgirl is present and she is wearing it." "And she also seems to have this overpowering urge to have sex with her chosen victim, before draining him or her dry," the Boy Wonder added, excitedly. "I think you may have struck paydirt there, Jen." "Furthermore, she always seems to have these spells of amnesia during the vampire attacks, while she's wearing that costume," Sparrow pointed out. "Yes indeed," Alfred interjected. "The amnesia could be some sort of defense mechanism, that her mind uses to shut out the horrors of her blood frenzy." The other three all nodded their agreement with this tentative hypothesis. "Well, we've got to get our hands on her before she strikes again," Batman muttered, grimly, banging a gloved fist on the table. "Then we can remove that collar from about her neck and subject it to the closest scientific scrutiny, over at the WayneTech research labs." "One small problem, Batman." He looked at Sparrow, quizzically. "Problem?" "The collar and those matching bracelets about her wrists, cannot be removed. When she first put them on, they apparently cold-welded themselves into position." "But that's impossible!" She shook her head. "Zarkhov must've been a better scientist than most people give him credit for. I've looked at those copper bands and there's NO obvious way of getting them off, believe me!" "That's all very well, but we have to catch her first," Alfred pointed out, with his calm, British logic. "Anyone got any ideas?" -oOo- Batgirl sat on the floor with her back against the wall, in the dusty stone lined chamber, hugging her knees to her prominent chest. Occasionally, the narrow open windows of the ancient bell tower, were starkly illuminated by bright flashes of sheet lightning, almost immediately followed by loud, menacing rumbles of thunder, indicating the nearness of the storm. The electrical storm had been building for over half an hour and a heavy downpour was imminent. The disused Gothic church that she had taken refuge in, had been abandoned many years before. The locked and barred doors, downstairs, had subsequently been forced open by looters, who had then stripped the place of worship of everything of any value. Even the heavy, cast bronze church bells had been removed, no doubt sold on to some unscrupulous scrap metal dealer, who didn't ask too many awkward questions. Barbara recollected, vividly, her earlier encounter with Batman and Robin in the Bat-cave and realized, with a thrill of horror, that she had somehow turned into a blood-sucking vampiress, who had been foiled, just as she was about to engorge herself on the Caped Crusader's blood. The terrifying truth had finally been revealed to her but, equally as importantly, to others as well. Somehow, the Dark Angel had metamorphosised into a creature of the night, one who survived on the blood of her unfortunate victims. Batgirl realized, with a start, that this meant it was no longer safe for her to return to Barbara Gordon's apartment, or to her place of employment. Soon, her ghoulish secret would become widespread knowledge and she could expect the whole of Gotham's considerable law enforcement facilities to be focused upon hunting down and caging the vampiress who stalked the city. Surprisingly, the thought of being tracked down by heavily armed police with hunting dogs, made her nipples grow hard and even more erect. She groaned in sudden discomfort and rubbed the stiffened fingers of her right hand against the base of her belly, immediately above the tightly clinging thong. She needed to feed and only one thing could satisfy her inhuman cravings, BLOOD. She rose to her high-heeled feet, preparing to venture forth and hunt down some unsuspecting prey and satisfy her raging hunger. As she approached the rickety wooden staircase that led down to the nave and chancel, Batgirl froze. She could hear male voices coming from somewhere below. She was no longer alone in her temporary refuge. "Have ya got the money?" demanded a gruff, male voice. "Yeah, but let's see the merchandise first!" came the reply. Batgirl heard a double metallic click, as if someone had just sprung the twin catches of a suitcase. "Pure Columbian, check it out." There was the sound of footsteps echoing on the stone floor, then a knife sawing through tough plastic. A few moments passed. "Seems okay. Manny, give the man his money. Wanna count it?" There was a gruff chuckle. "Are ya kidding? Of course I do." By now, Batgirl had silently crept part way down the narrow wooden staircase. She could just make out four men standing in the room below, surrounded by the remains of broken pews and the rubble strewn about the floor. All four men were wearing long overcoats with narrow brimmed trilby hats, pulled low on their foreheads, as if they were 1930s style gangsters. One of them was holding a small battered suitcase, while another was carefully counting the bundles of used banknotes, that were neatly packed into a leather briefcase. It was obvious that a major drugs deal was in the process of going down. She assumed that two of the men were probably the buyers and the remaining two the sellers. She gently eased her right foot down onto the next lower step. There was a creak of protest from the rotten wooden tread, that sounded deafening in the comparative silence. "What the hell was that?" snarled the tallest of the drug dealers, pulling an automatic pistol from his coat pocket and waving it around the room. "If this is some kinda trick..." "Hey, we said no guns," protested the guy holding the stash of cocaine, looking distinctly alarmed by the sudden change in circumstances. "I don't go no place without my piece," snarled the tall man, peering around. "I heard somethin' I tell ya." "Look, there's someone over there, on the stairs!" cried the forth hoodlum, his outstretched arm pointing in Batgirl's direction. "It's the Batgirl," snarled the tall guy, raising his pistol and loosing off a burst of hot lead, almost without thinking. The nave was filled with the noise of gunfire and the smell of cordite fumes, as his three companions all dived for cover with startled yelps. Bullets sprayed the staircase, wood and stone chips flying in every direction. Several of the bullets ricocheted off Batgirl's purple Vampirium layer, without any apparent damage to the Dark Angel. Batgirl laughed, delightedly, realizing she was almost invincible in her new outfit. "You think your puny peashooter can harm me," she sneered, confidently advancing another couple of steps down the rickety old staircase. "Well, you're gonna be sadly...." There was a loud rumble as the staircase collapsed in a huge cloud of dust and flying debris. -oOo- Batgirl uttered a muffled groan, as she started to come around. Even her molecular costume hadn't been able to protect her from the large wooden support beam that had struck her on the back of the head, as she plunged to the floor below, along with the collapsing staircase. She shook her aching, throbbing head, trying to clear the swirling fog from her befuddled mind, then realized, with a thrill of fear, that she was standing with her arms pulled high above her head. Her wrists had been bound tightly together and the length of stout rope looped over a beam high above her head, before being drawn taut and tied off. Her ankles were similarly tied to a three-feet length of wood, part of a broken pew back, forcing her booted feet wide apart. The scene before her gradually swam into focus, to reveal the four drug dealers standing in front of her, all eying her curvaceous body, hungrily. A sudden flash of lightning from beyond the open doorway, starkly illuminated her perilous predicament. "I demand that you let me go at once!" she cried out, at the same time tugging at her bound wrists. Unfortunately, her words only came out as a muffled mumbling and even this was drowned out by a loud rumble of thunder from the brewing storm. Belatedly, Barbara realized that a wad of soft material had been stuffed into her mouth, and this was firmly held in place by a length of thick rope, tightly wrapped around her head. The rope dug deep into her cheeks. She shook her cowled head in anger and frustration. "Mmmpphh! Mmmpphh!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. The guy with a face like a weasel, whose name happened to be Louie, chuckled, evilly. "Nice of ya to provide us with the gag, Batgirl." With a thrill of disgust, Barbara realized that they must have removed her thong panties and stuffed them into her mouth, as a makeshift gag. "I am afraid you've seen too much for your own good, Senorita," growled the tall Latino with the pencil thin mustache and itchy trigger finger. He gave an apologetic shrug of his shoulders. "We can't afford to let you live." "Yeah, but that don't mean we can't have a little fun with ya, first," added weasel-face, his dark eyes glittering, ominously. "Chuck, strip that purple catsuit off of the bitch, even though it don't leave much to the imagination. Har, har, har!" "Sure boss." Chuck, the muscle bound hood with the sunken piggy eyes in his bloated face, stepped over behind the Caped Cutie. "How the hell do ya get this thing off of her?" he queried, a few seconds later, removing his trilby hat and scratching his bald scalp. "This purple outfit looks like it wuz sprayed onto the bitch." He ran his big beefy hands over the curves of Batgirl's tight ass cheeks, and Barbara belatedly realized that she was no longer wearing her utility belt slung low about her hips. She squirmed and shook her head, angrily, at this unwanted invasion of her body. Batgirl: The Vampyre Caper Ch. 06 "Here, lemme try," snarled Louie, impatiently. He stepped forward and ran his hands over Batgirl's prominent boobs. His eyes widened, as he felt the nipples grow and harden beneath his palms. "Holy Cow!" he exclaimed, wide-eyed with wonder. "I don't think this slut is wearin' shit." He slipped a hand between her thighs and pushed a finger deep inside her moist pussy. "I don't think, I KNOW she ain't wearin' nothin'!" he added, with a gleeful chortle. The others all crowded around the Costumed Cutie, keen to check out his startling findings. -oOo- "Nnngh, nnngh, nnngh, nnngh..." Batgirl grunted into her saliva soaked gag, her hips jerking with each powerful penetration, as Chuck pistoned his meaty shaft deep into her tightly resisting ass. Her sexual abuse had continued, unabating, for almost two hours, with each of the four men taking their turns at ravishing her, mercilessly. "Rock 'n roll!" roared the powerfully built hoodlum, throwing a clenched fist high in the air. With a final grunt of pleasure, he attained his climax, shooting a powerful spurt of hot semen, deep into his helpless victim's tightly stretched rectal passage. All Chuck's women took it in the ass; he was a firm believer in practicing safe sex. Not that it mattered in the Batslut's case, because she wouldn't be around for very much longer. The girl gave a muffled cry, a mixture of pain and pleasure, now fully skewered on Chuck's massive organ, as he gripped her hips and continued to discharge his feral load inside the helpless heroine. Her nipples were sticking out like the twin nose cones of ballistic missiles. When Chuck finished jetting his hot load into his victim's squirming ass, he grunted his satisfaction and slid his softening cock out of her. "All finished," he announced with a grin. "Cut her down," ordered Miguel, the tall Latin American, drawing his gun again. "Time to get rid of this American bitch, once and for all!" The fourth hoodlum, Manny, nodded and stepped forward to cut down the exhausted female from the rope looped over the overhead beam, before cutting away the ropes binding her slim wrists and ankles. "I don't think we'll have any more trouble with this one," he observed, with a confident leer. "I'm amazed she's remained conscious this long," Louie added, with a chuckle. The totally exhausted girl, sank down onto her knees, her legs apparently too weak to support her weight. "Remove her gag," Miguel ordered, expansively. "Let us find out if the senorita has any last words to say, before El Diablo claims her for himself, eh boys?" They all nodded their agreement. No one was going to argue with the man holding the gun. Manny snicked through the gag rope with his razor sharp knife blade, then pulled the sodden panties from between her wide-stretched jaws and tossed them to one side. The redhead raised her right hand, to work her painfully aching jaw, whilst staring up at Miguel, balefully. "Wanna plead for your life, Batbitch?" the tall South American sneered, casually waving the barrel of his gun in her direction. "Wanna offer to suck my dick, in exchange for your miserable life, slut?" "Go screw yourself, scumbag," Batgirl croaked, barely able to talk, staring up at him, defiantly, her lovely face suffused with anger. The Columbian drug baron grinned, evilly. "I'm afraid I'm all fucked out, bitch, thanks to you," he retorted. He raised his pistol and aimed the muzzle between her eyes. "Time for you to meet your maker, s-slu..." His words faltered, as he noticed Batgirl's eyes glowing with a strange red color and two sharp fangs growing down over her lower lip. "Madre mia!" he gasped, hurriedly stepping back a pace. Batgirl opened her mouth wide and leapt at him, in an incredible blur of motion. The exclamation barely got past his cruel thin lips, before the creature was upon him. Miguel managed to get off a single shot, that deflected off her left hip and struck Chuck in the shoulder, before her fangs sank into his throat and started to rapidly drain him of his blood. His high-pitched scream quickly changed into a death rattle. This had all happened so fast that she'd almost finished draining her victim, before the other shocked and terrified men, could react. Manny, who was next closest to the vampiress, leapt on her back and tried to drag her off his boss, but it was already far too late. She turned and plunged her fangs into his neck, with a screech of delight, before he could even raise an arm to try to fend her off. Chuck was too busy lying on the ground, groaning and clutching his shattered collarbone. Louie overcame his temporary bout of paralysis and turned and made a desperate bolt for the door. He almost made it, but not quite. His terrified scream quickly changed to a dying gurgle. Soon, all four men lay on the church floor, pale and motionless, drained of every drop of blood in their bodies. The Voluptuous Vampire had learned how to feed fast and efficiently. Slowly, the eerie red light faded from her eyes and the fangs retracted. Barbara glanced around at the bloody carnage she'd just created. She languidly stretched her arms, high above her head, her shapely swollen purple breasts rising on her ribcage, with a feeling of total fulfillment after her feeding frenzy. She smiled and licked a dribble of blood from her lower lip. Barbara had only the vaguest recollection of what had just occurred, but the important thing was she felt sated and invigorated once more. Picking up her sodden, bunched up panties from the dusty floor, she carefully brushed off the specks of dirt that were clinging to them and unraveled them. She then stepped into the thong panties and pulled them back up over her cum covered pussy and ass, before walking out of the church into the torrential downpour that had just commenced. The rain would soon cleanse her body of the disgusting man cum and its associated stench. Batgirl: The Vampyre Caper Ch. 07 This story is the seventh in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, mainly based on characters in the early Batman comics and that wonderful '60s TV series but with the timeline brought up to the present. Warning! This fictional story contains strictly ADULT content and is ONLY intended for mature readers and for personal consumption. No copyright infringement is intended. The Adventures Of Batgirl Batgirl: The Vampyre Caper Chapter 7: A Cunning Ploy The unmarked police car parked up on the tree-lined avenue and the two detectives got out and walked up the paved pathway to the front entrance of the brownstone house. The woman officer pressed the bell push and she and her male partner waited, impatiently. A few seconds later, there was the sound of scurrying feet and a timid female voice called out, "Who is it?" "Police ma'am. We're responding to a call from this address, concerning a possible homicide on the premises," replied the female detective, in a no-nonsense tone. There was the sound of a latch chain being unfastened and a lock being released, then the door swung inward, to reveal a gawky, plain featured young woman with long brown hair and frightened eyes. "Thank goodness you're here!" she exclaimed in obvious relief, giving the officers a tremulous smile. The slim but shapely brunette flashed her police badge, as she stepped over the threshold. "I'm Police Detective Renee Montoya of the GCPD and this is my partner, Detective Harvey Bullock," the thirty-something year old quietly informed the girl. Her partner was a scruffy, considerably overweight individual, with a near permanent scowl on his podgy face. "And you are...?" The young woman colored slightly. "I'm Lisa Ewing, the doctor's receptionist... or at least I was the doctor's receptionist," she corrected herself, tears glistening in her grey-blue eyes. "Was it you who made the phone call, Ms. Ewing?" The girl nodded. "Yes," she replied, almost inaudibly. "Tell us what happened," the female detective prompted. The receptionist took a deep breath and nodded. "Well, I arrived here about eight-thirty this morning, as usual, and when I walked into Dr. Macintyre's office, I found him there... lying dead on the floor, pale as a ghost! I immediately dialed 911 and informed the police of a suspicious death. Then I kinda hung around for maybe ten minutes, until you guys turned up." "Could we see the body, Miss?" growled Bullock, speaking for the first time. "Yes, yes of course, officer. It's this way." Lisa escorted the two detectives into the doctor's office. The dead man was lying sprawled out on his back, the front of his pants open and his penis in plain view. His impressive appendage looked like a huge dead slug and still glistened with the evidence of recent sexual congress. His body seemed shrunken somehow, and his skin had a ghastly white pallor. "Did you touch anything, Miss?" Harvey asked the receptionist. The girl dragged her gaze away from her late employer's corpse. "N-No," she stuttered, shaking her head, forcefully, "I couldn't... I wouldn't!" The look of disgust on the girl's face, added further confirmation to her words, as if any were needed. Harvey nodded, then stepped over to the dead man and eased his head to one side with the toe of one of his size twelves, revealed two neat puncture wounds in the side of the doctor's neck. "Same as all the others," he growled, casting a meaningful look at Montoya. "Looks like it," his younger partner agreed, before turning back to the girl. "Were you the last person to see Doctor, um..." "Doctor Macintyre," prompted the receptionist. "Yes, Dr. Macintyre. Were you the last one to see him alive?" "Yes, I mean, no! I left at just after 5:30 last night, but the doctor was still here with his final patient of the day." "Interesting. Would you happen to know the name of this patient by any chance?" the brunette enquired, raising a neatly plucked eyebrow. "Of course! It was a woman in her twenties. Her details are in the appointment book." They all stepped out into reception and Lisa thumbed through the pages of the appointment book, to the final entry for the previous day. "Here it is: Barbara Gordon, 5:30 pm. Ms. Gordon was a long standing patient of the doctor's, I believe." Both detectives tried not to show their surprise. "Would that be the same Barbara Gordon who happens to be the daughter of Police Commissioner Jim Gordon?" Renee enquired, straight-faced. "I believe so," the receptionist confirmed, with a slight smile. "She seemed such a nice person. It was the first time I'd had an opportunity to meet her. I've only been working for Dr. Macintyre for about eight months, you see and she wasn't a frequent patient." "Do you happen to know the reason why Ms. Gordon came to see Dr. Macintyre, yesterday evening?" enquired Harvey, a little abruptly. The girl colored slightly. "I don't know whether I should tell you. It could be regarded as a breach of patient/doctor confidentiality." "Well, you're NOT a doctor and this IS a murder enquiry," the scruffy detective reminded her, somewhat forcefully. The receptionist blinked, owlishly. "In that case, I think it was just for a general medical examination." "So, you don't know what time Ms. Gordon left, or whether the doctor saw anyone else after her?" "N-No, sorry, but the poor man certainly had no other appointments booked after Ms. Gordon. I fully expected him to lock up and go home to his wife." "The doctor didn't live on the premises then?" enquired the female officer. "No! Should I phone his wife, she's probably worried out of her mind by now?" "No, no, leave all that sort of thing to the police. Do you happen to have the doctor's home address and telephone number?" "Of course." The young woman opened the top drawer of her desk and handed the slim brunette the printed business card that she took from within it. "That lists both his home and business numbers," she confirmed. "Hmm? Well, thank you for your co-operation Ms. Ewing. Please don't enter the doctor's office again. It is now an official crime scene. We shall phone our findings through to headquarter and the forensics boys should be around shortly. I'm afraid the place will soon be swarming with police officers and you will, no doubt, be questioned again. The body will only be removed to the morgue once the police doctor and official photographer have finished the initial examination." Lisa swallowed hard and nodded, miserably. -oOo- "What the hell has Gordon's kid got to do with these vampire deaths?" Harvey muttered, as the two detectives made there way back to their unmarked police vehicle. The sidewalk was still doted with shallow pools of water from the previous night's heavy rainstorm. "Search me?" replied Renee with a shrug of her broad shoulders. "Perhaps Barbara can put us in the picture. Let's head over to her place and ask her," she added, as she slid her ass into the front passenger seat and her partner squeezed his considerable bulk behind the steering wheel. Both officers were familiar with Ms. Gordon's place of residence and, on the journey over there, Detective Montoya tried Barbara's home telephone number several times, only to get the answering machine on each occasion. Cursing softly, under her breath, she then put in a call to the Central Library, only to be informed by the young woman who answered, that Ms. Gordon hadn't yet turned up for work. -oOo- When they arrived at the luxury apartment block, the detectives were frustrated to discover that none of the other residents had seen the pretty redhead since early the previous evening. Neither officer was willing to risk a search of her apartment, without first obtaining a search warrant from a judge, so they left. "Could the Gordon dame have killed the doc and then made a run for it?" suggested Harvey, with a puzzled frown, as they strolled back to the car. "Barbara Gordon... a vampire? You gotta be loosing your marbles, ol' buddy," the sexy brunette retorted, with an amused twist to her mouth. "Maybe she's gone shopping, or got a date with the boyfriend?" They decided to head back to GCPD headquarters and an awkward debriefing with the Commissioner of Police. -oOo- "Commissioner Gordon on the Batphone, sir," Alfred murmured, handing over the cordless red telephone. Bruce laid his morning paper to one side and nodded his thanks. "Batman speaking. Yes, Commissioner Gordon?" "Batman? Thank goodness," exclaimed the unmistakable voice of Gotham's most senor policeman. "There's been another vampire victim. The death actually occurred late yesterday afternoon, but the corpse was only discovered early this morning." Bruce Wayne's expression became grim. "Do we know who the victim is, Jim?" "That's the strange thing, Caped Crusader, it's the Gordon's family doctor, John Macintyre." "Merely a coincidence, Jim," Bruce assured him. "Is it? Well, here's another one. According to the detectives who first attended the crime scene, it looks like the last person to see him alive, was Barbara." Bruce's eyes widened in surprise. "Barbara! What, your daughter, Barbara?" "Yes!" "Tell me everything you've learned so far, Jim." "Well, apparently Barbara paid a visit to Dr. Macintyre for a checkup, at 5:30 yesterday afternoon. This was after the finish of normal consulting hours. You don't think my daughter might have gotten herself pregnant or something, do you, Batman? She's still very naïve in certain aspects, old friend." "I'm sure that isn't the case, Jim." "Anyway, the female receptionist left them to it and went on home. That same receptionist found his corpse in his office, around 8:30 this morning, shortly after she arrived." "With the characteristic symptoms?" Bruce prompted. "Yes, drained of blood and with the usual twin puncture marks in his neck. He had been having sex, immediately prior to his death. Also, no-one's been able to contact my daughter since yesterday's visit, Caped Crusader and I'm worried sick. What if she's become yet another victim of this blood-sucking monster?" "Leave everything to Robin and myself, Commissioner. I'm sure we'll soon find Barbara safe and sound and finally get to the bottom of this mystery." "Thank you, old friend. I... I can't express... just how... how grateful I am," Jim finished, in a faltering voice. There was a click as the Commissioner abruptly ended the call. "The Commissioner sounded as if he was ready to burst into tears," mused the multi-millionaire, sympathetically. Bruce pulled the napkin from his shirt collar and abruptly rose to his feet before turning to the hovering butler. "No time for breakfast this morning, old friend, there's urgent work for Batman and Robin. Do you mind going up and tipping Dick out of his bed? That boy would sleep his life away, given half a chance. I shall be down in the Bat-cave." "Certainly, Sir," Alfred replied, knowing that his employer would put him fully in the picture, when he was good and ready. -oOo- The Dynamic Duo, were sitting on the couch opposite Jennifer, in her comfortable but compact apartment. The pretty blue-eyed blonde had opened the door to them, wearing just a skimpy matching lacy bra and panties set, but had subsequently pulled on a short silk kimono to cover herself and spare the Caped Crusaders any further blushes. This had done nothing to prevent them ogling her long, shapely, primly-crossed legs. Batman had just finished bringing her up to date on the vampire case. "This latest death must've occurred sometime BEFORE Batgirl arrived in the Bat-cave and attacked you, Batman?" Jenny queried, just for clarification. The Caped Crusader nodded, glumly. "And, it's not gonna take long before someone figures out that Barbara and the vampire, are one and the same," she added, with a frown. "And, the way things are going, pretty soon someone's gonna find out that Batgirl has turned into a vampiress and..." "Puts two and two together and figures out that Barbara must also be the Batgirl," exclaimed Robin. "Holy Revelations!" "Exactly, Boy Wonder," Jenny replied. "If that particular secret ever got out, it would effectively put an end to her crime-fighting career. She would be totally vulnerable to revenge attacks from criminals that she had helped put behind bars, or any of their underworld associates for that matter." "Hmm, so, not only do we need to catch our Voluptuous Vampire before she strikes again, we also need to divert suspicion away from Barbara," muttered the Caped Crusader, frowning in concentration. Jennifer's face suddenly lit up. "I've just had an idea. What if I go to the Commissioner and tell him that Barbara had really gone to see Dr. Macintyre, to arrange a private checkup for her friend, Batgirl, rather than for herself. Her father already knows that Barbara is a friend of the Dark Angel. I could tell him that she was worried about Batgirl's recent erratic behavior, and that she had convinced the Dark Angel to visit a doctor for a medical examination. Batgirl couldn't just go to any old doctor, now could she? She would need one who she could trust, someone who was willing to remain silent about her visit, or any revelations she might make during the consultation." "Hmm?" Batman nodded his head. "That just might work, Jennifer," he conceded, grudgingly. "You do that." "In the meantime, how do we manage to hunt down Batgirl?" Robin asked, dragging his eyes away from his girlfriend's gorgeous legs. "I think we need to dangle some bait," the Dark Knight replied, looking over at Jennifer, intently. "What, who, me?" she gasped, blue eyes widening in alarm. "Yes YOU, Sparrow," he replied, deliberately using the name of her alternate identity. "You are, after all, Barbara's closest friend, as well as her crime-fighting partner. I want you to call her on her cellphone and arrange a meeting with her. Batgirl's bound to answer, when she sees who the caller is. Tell her you're very worried about her and need to speak with her urgently, face to face. Let her choose the time and place to avoid suspicion, then we can arrange a little reception committee." "Well, the part about being very worried about her, is perfectly true," Jenny admitted. She stared at each of her companions in turn. Her boyfriend didn't seem to keen on Batman's idea, but made no comment. Finally, she let out a sigh of resignation. "Okay, I'll do it!" -oOo- "Are you the young woman, Jennifer Goodbody, who phoned the Police Commissioner earlier today, claiming to have information about the Macintyre murder case?" enquired Police Detective Montoya, after first flashing her police badge to confirm her identity. Jennifer looked up at the slim plain clothed policewoman. She was seated behind her desk at the library. "That's right, Detective...?" "Montoya, Renee Montoya, and this is my partner, Detective Harvey Bullock." Jenny nodded a curt acknowledgement to the older half of the partnership. She had recognized both police officers from an earlier caper, but since she'd been in costume at the time, she couldn't admit that she knew them, not without arousing their suspicions. The scruffy, overweight individual standing beside Renee, doffed his crumpled homburg and grunted something unintelligible in response, before pulling out a notebook and stubby pencil to take notes. "According to Commissioner Gordon, you are a close friend of Ms. Gordon's, as well as her research assistant here at the library?" Montoya continued. Jenny nodded. "That is essentially correct." "And you informed the Commissioner that you had overheard Ms. Gordon on the phone, yesterday afternoon, arranging a five-thirty appointment with Dr. Macintyre?" "Y-Yes that's right, but she told me afterwards that she was really making the appointment for her friend, Batgirl. Apparently, Batgirl has been acting rather strangely, over the last couple of days." Montoya's eyes narrowed. "How 'strangely' exactly?" Jenny shrugged her shoulders. "How would I know, Batgirl is Barbara's friend, not mine. I didn't press her on the subject." "Would you happen to know how we could get in touch with Batgirl?" The young blonde shook her head. "No, sorry officer." "Haven't I seen you in the Spearmint Warthog, that gentleman's club that's opened in town, recently?" interrupted Harvey, with a smirk on his podgy features. "Possibly," Jennifer acknowledged, grudgingly, blushing slightly and squirming her ass on her chair seat, under his close scrutiny. It felt as if the middle-aged cop was trying to undress her with his eyes. He nodded. "I thought so, but you wuz wearing a whole lot less clothes than you are now... if my memory serves me right," he added, with a gruff chuckle. Jenny opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. She was at a loss for words. Montoya gave her partner a dirty look before proceeding with the questioning. "So, as far as you're aware of, there was nothing wrong with Ms. Gordon's health?" "That's right, officer." "She hadn't complained about feeling strange or unwell?" "No." "Don't you think it's a little strange that Ms. Gordon has failed to turn up for work today, Ms. Goodbody?" "Yeah I do, actually. Barbara's usually very punctual. I phoned her place a short time ago, but all I got was the answering machine." "Hmm? Well, if you can think of anything else that might be of relevance to this investigation, Ms. Goodbody... Oh, by the way, how did you learn about Dr. Macintyre's untimely death?" Jennifer picked up the copy of the noonday edition of the Gotham Daily Gazette from off her desk and tossed it over to the woman detective, who deftly caught it. "It's plastered all over the front page," she replied, with a grin. Montoya ran her gaze over the front page. The banner headline read: 'Prominent Local Doctor Murdered'. Luckily, the vampire aspect of the case had not yet been uncovered by the reporter, as there was no mention of the corpse being drained of blood or the neck wounds. This wasn't surprising, since it had been Jennifer who had phoned the story in to the news desk, anonymously of course. Montoya cursed under her breath. They had been hoping to keep this case under wraps for a while longer yet. The last thing she wanted was someone from the media sniffing around. "Well, thank you for your co-operation, Ms. Goodbody. We may be in touch with you again later." "You're welcome," the blue-eyed blonde replied, fluttering her long eyelashes and smiling at both of the police officers in turn. "My number's in the phone directory, if either one of you feel an overpowering urge to get in touch with me." With that, she deliberately crossed her long shapely legs, allowing her already short skirt to ride up sufficiently to give them both a tantalizing glimpse of lacy stocking top. "Little prickteaser," Harvey muttered, under his breath, as he dragged his eyes off the blonde's long shapely legs and hurried after his partner, through the door leading into the section of the library that was open to the general public. -oOo- "What was that all about?" whispered Montoya, as they made their way along the broad corridor, leading to the library's main entrance and the city streets beyond. "All what?" asked Detective Bullock, feigning ignorance and pretending to be interested in some old oil paintings that were hanging from the hallway walls. "That stuff about the Spearmint Warthog." "Oh, that! Well, it turns out that little Miss 'butter wouldn't melt in her mouth' Goodbody, has an evening job there, as a pole dancer and believe me, Montoya, that dame's act don't leave much to your imagination. The kid has a spectacular body." Renee felt her panties growing damp, at the thought of Jennifer entwined around a dance pole, wearing little more than a g-string. Sexy females always turned her on. She cleared her throat, self-consciously. "Harumph! That's, ah, all very interesting detective, but it's got nothing to do with this case. It looks as if we should be looking for the Dark Damsel, as well as Jim Gordon's daughter, assuming they are still alive of course." Batgirl: The Vampyre Caper Ch. 07 Harvey nodded, glumly. "If we can't find the Commissioner's kid, what chance do we have of finding Batgirl," he muttered to himself, thrusting his hands deep into the pockets of his baggy pants before hurrying after his long-striding partner. Batgirl: The Vampyre Caper Ch. 08 This story is the seventh in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, mainly based on characters in the early Batman comics and that wonderful '60s TV series but with the timeline brought up to the present. Warning! This fictional story contains strictly ADULT content and is ONLY intended for mature readers and for personal consumption. No copyright infringement is intended. The Adventures Of Batgirl Batgirl: The Vampyre Caper Chapter 8: Even The Best Laid Plans... The call came through on the police radio, while the two homicide detectives were on their journey back to GCPD headquarters in central Gotham. They diverted off their route and headed for an old rundown industrial area of the city, situated just to the south-west of the docklands. Apparently, some young kids who had been playing hookey from school, had stumbled upon four dead bodies in an old abandoned church. Renee wound down the window and clamped the magnetic base of the flashing lamp onto the roof above her head, while Harvey turned on the police siren and pressed his foot down on the gas pedal. The battered Chevrolet Impala swung into the dusty square in front of the crumbling church building, raising a billowing cloud of dust, as it screeched to a halt behind the two black and whites with flashing blue lights, that were already parked out front. The two detectives leapt out of their vehicle and ran inside. The police officer on the door, instantly recognized the two homicide detectives and waved them through, with a perfunctory greeting. None of the media vultures had arrived yet, but a small crowd of curious bystanders had already started to gather outside the church, attracted by the police presence. "What have we got here, Maloney?" Harvey growled, approaching a uniformed officer who was trying to keep a tight rein on three scruffy youngsters, all about 10 or 11 years old, who were yelling their heads off and generally misbehaving.. "Four bodies, all gangland types, plus a suitcase full of high grade cocaine. We figured this might have been a shoot-out between rival gangs, until we caught sight of the bodies." "Wha'd'ya mean?" Harvey asked, frowning. "Better go take a look for yourself, Harv." Montoya had already walked over to the centre of the room, where a second uniformed officer had just finished marking off a large area in the centre of the nave, using fluorescent yellow police barrier tape. Four blood splattered corpses, lay sprawled out among the remains of the shattered pews. She automatically crossed herself, being a devout Catholic. Even if the church had long since ceased to be used for worship, Renee still thought of it as a Place of God. Harvey ambled over and joined her. It was obvious what Maloney had been alluding to. All four bodies had an unearthly bleached white pallor to their skin, and expressions of absolute terror on their faces. They had all died a horrible death. "Another four victims of the vampire, by the look of it," Montoya muttered, hugging herself. The slim brunette shivered, violently. The atmosphere inside the church, suddenly felt very chilly. Harvey nodded, before ducking under the tape barrier and approaching the nearest of the dead men. "Hey, don't go tramping around in there, you moron," protested the uniformed sergeant, in an alarmed tone. "The forensic boys haven't had a chance to check things out yet." Harvey ignored this comment and did a perfunctory check of all four victims. They all had the familiar twin puncture marks in their necks. "Looks like the vampire must've surprised these guys, while a drugs deal was goin' down," he said, looking over at his partner. Montoya nodded her agreement, before indicating the battered suitcase with a further nod of her head. "Well, there's the suitcase full of drugs, but where's the money?" she asked. Detective Bullock peered around. "Yeah, where IS the money?" He gave the uniformed sergeant a jaundiced glare. "They don't usually accept checks or credit cards during this sort of transaction," he informed the man, pointing out the blatantly obvious. "Don't look at me, I ain't seen no money," the policeman protested, going bright red in the face. "Perhaps one of them managed to hightail it outta here with the cash?" Renee shook her luxurious crown of long dark hair from side to side. "No way, Sarg! No-one gets away from this creature." "In that case, where the hell is..." Harvey paused, as a metaphoric light bulb lit up in his mind. He hurried over to the group of youngsters, who were still noisily playing up a red-faced Officer Maloney. "Okay, you guys, where is it?" he growled, impatiently. "Where's what?" retorted a cheeky-faced youngster with spiky ginger hair and freckles all over his face, grinning at the scruffy copper. He was obviously the leader of the trio. "Ya stink, Ugly!" he added, as he caught a whiff of Harvey's stale tobacco breath. Harvey grabbed the front of the kid's shirt in one meaty fist and lifted him high off his feet. "The money, you little shit," he snarled, giving the youngster a vigorous shake. "Where's the money?" The wide-eyed kid was frightened now. He could see that this big, fat copper was in no mood to be flim-flammed. "It's hidden over there, under that pile of rubble," he cried, pointing a shaky finger. "We weren't gonna keep it, honest, mister!" "Yeah, sure you weren't," agreed Harvey, gently placing the kid back onto his feet and smoothing down his crumpled shirtfront. "Good boy." He showed him a nicotine-stained set of teeth, then patted the urchin on his cheek, perhaps a little bit harder than was strictly necessary. "Honesty is always the best policy, son. You remember that," he advised, with a chuckle. He turned and strode over to the indicated pile of stone rubble, accompanied by Maloney. "You didn't have to be quite so rough on the kid," Renee remonstrated. "It got the right result didn't it," Harvey snapped, bending down to start sorting through the rubble. "Ah, here's what I'm looking for!" He extracted a dust-covered briefcase, snapped open the catches and opened the lid. Inside, were neatly stacked bundles of used one-hundred dollar bills. Harvey gave a chortle of delight. "Wow! No wonder the little punks were tempted," he exclaimed. Renee sighed and gave him one of her disapproving looks. "Don't loose sight of the main objective, detective. There's a vampire on the loose out there and the body count is going up... fast!" -oOo- The various law enforcement agencies had all been fully mobilized to be on the lookout for the vampire killer, as well as any sightings of Batgirl or Barbara Gordon. Roadblocks had been set up by armed police, on every major route out of the city, hopefully to prevent the killer from escaping into the surrounding countryside. The newspapers and local TV and radio stations, had finally picked up on the vampire connection and the front pages of the papers were given over to lurid headlines such as 'Vampire on the Prowl in Gotham' and 'Blood Sucking Monster Terrorizes City'. The general population was in a state of turmoil, not knowing whether to lock their doors or fall about laughing, at the sheer ludicrousness of such claims. The heightened police activity did nothing to put their minds at ease, especially since the national media were starting to show an interest. The official police stance, was that, YES, there had been several mysterious deaths, but NO, they were not looking for some blood-sucking vampire, but a wild animal, possibly a black panther, that may have escaped from a circus or private zoo. Police Commissioner James Gordon had refused to give specific details of any of these suspicious deaths, saying that to do so at that stage, would be prejudicial to the ongoing police investigations. Page four of the Gotham Daily Gazette, contained a small news item on the disappearance of Barbara Gordon, the Commissioner's only daughter, speculating that she may have lost her memory and wandered off somewhere. The reporter had failed to make a connection to the inexplicable death of Dr. Macintyre. -oOo- Batgirl sat with her shapely ass perched on one of the steps of a rusting metal fire escape, half way up the side of an old tenement block, that was situated in one of the more run down districts of Gotham City. The elevated vantage point, enabled her to keep a lookout for any approaching cops or the Caped Crusaders. She also had a carefully organized escape route over the rooftops, should it become necessary to take to her heels. Batgirl squirmed, uncomfortably. She couldn't wait for night time to arrive. Recently, she'd noticed that bright daylight tended to make her feel more and more irritable. Her back stiffened, as a musical beep came from one of the compartments in the utility belt slung low on her hips. She flipped open the compartment, took out her cellphone and saw that she had just received a text message from Jenny. The Voluptuous Vampire frowned, but decided to see what Jen had to say for herself. She pressed the 'read' key: B, worried sick bout u. Need 2 meet u somewhere. Name time/place. J. "Short and sweet," Barbara mused to herself, then frowned. "Of course, this could be some sort of trap?" she muttered, then shook her cowled head. "No way! If there's one person I can still trust, it's gotta be Jen." Barbara had already realized that she was going to need some help, if she was to successfully evade the clutches of Gotham City's finest AND the Dynamic Duo, with all the leading edge technology that they had at their disposal. Making up her mind, she started texting a reply to her blonde friend. -oOo- The Gotham Knights were one of the most successful teams in the NFL and often played to packed crowds of over 70,000 during the football season. Their home stadium, the Gotham Superdome, was some six miles from the city centre and comprised three broad tiers of seats that completely encircled the playing field. The atmosphere during a game was frequently electric, the roar of a capacity crowd, almost deafening. But the world famous old stadium was a very different place when it was deserted and in darkness, apart from the dim, glow of the barely adequate emergency lighting. The slightest sound seemed to be magnified, as Jennifer cautiously made her way up a concrete staircase, heading for the pre-arranged rendezvous point. She was wearing a simple check shirt and blue jeans combination, together with a pair of 'sensible' jogging sneakers, which enabled her to move almost noiselessly. She switched on the narrow beam of her pencil thin flashlight and directed it onto the dial of her wristwatch. The time was ten minutes before midnight. After double-checking her schematic of the stadium layout, she continued on her way. Jenny had found the unlocked door just where Batgirl had said it would be, and slipped inside the stadium, before making her way toward the designated meeting place, in the middle tier of the East stand. She had no idea of the whereabouts of the Dynamic Duo, but knew that they wouldn't be very far away. She'd arranged to meet the Dark Angel at the stroke of midnight. Jennifer didn't like tricking her best friend like this, but it was essential to get the vampiress off the streets, before any more people died. She arrived at the small open area at the top of the staircase and stared down over row upon row of seats to the darkened playing field bellow. Jenny shivered, as she peered around. She knew she was taking a tremendous risk with this meeting. Batgirl was no longer predictable. At any instant, the blood lust might overcome the Dark Angel and then, even she would not be safe. She jumped, nervously, as a length of rope snaked down from somewhere above, just to her left. A swishing sound followed and, moments later, a curvaceous purple clad figure rappelled down the taut line, to lightly land beside her. "Hello, Jen," murmured the purple colored beauty, smiling, as she deliberately placed both hands on her flared hips and thrust out her chest, in her familiar sexy Batgirl pose. Even under the dim emergency lighting, Jenny could clearly see the large dark areolas surrounding the prominent nipples of her friend's spectacular size 36c breasts. The blue-eyed blonde swallowed, nervously. "H-Hey, Barbara," she greeted, timidly, raising her eyes up to Batgirl's face. The Dark Angel smirked at this. "You didn't tell anyone where you were going, did you?" she enquired, a suspicious frown replacing the grin. "N-No, of course not. You told me not to." "Good!" The confident smile returned. "So, what did you want to say to me, that couldn't be said over the phone?" Jenny rushed, headlong, into an explanation, forgetting everything that Batman had instructed her to say. "You've got to give yourself up, Barbara," she pleaded. "You're not well. You need specialist treatment, to cure you of this... this thirst for human blood, this blood lust. Oh, please, Barbara, you can't go on like this. It's only going to be a matter of time before the police finally hunt you down." The Voluptuous Vampire smiled at her, sympathetically. "Poor Jen, so naïve, so gullible," she murmured reaching out to wipe away a tear from her friend's miserable face. "Have you been listening to that nasty Batman again?" The young blonde bristled at her condescending words. "Yes! Yes I have," she retorted, brushing the hand away. "He's right, Barbara, you do need help. How many other people have to die, before you come to your senses?" A momentary flash of anger, coarsened the redhead's features. "You little fool!" she snapped. "Don't you realize that I am probably the most powerful creature that this puny little world has ever seen. My Vampirium costume makes me almost invincible and when this so-called 'blood lust' comes upon me, the speed of my reactions is incredible." "But what about your victims, those you have drained of their life-giving blood?" Jenny cried, clenching her fists and stamping her foot in sheer exasperation. "Oh, those." The Dark Damsel shrugged her shoulders, dismissively. "They are of no great consequence." "Oooooooohhh, how could you say that," Jenny cried, angrily, stepping forward to pound her fists against Batgirl's chest. "It's that damned, Vampirium, it's effected your mind somehow." "Nonsense!" Barbara grabbed her wrists and pulled the blonde up against her. "I need your help, Jen," she said, huskily, their faces mere inches apart. "I've got to get out of Gotham, ideally out of this country, before the net closes in on me." "No, no! You must surrender to the forces of law and..." Jennifer's protest was cut short, as Batgirl's mouth descended over hers, in a long passionate kiss. Jenny's pounding fists started to falter, then her arms slipped around Batgirl's neck, as she surrendered to her basic instincts and started to return the kiss, enthusiastically . She was hardly aware of Batgirl's hands tearing open the front of her shirt and pulling it down off her shoulders. As their kiss came to an end and they drew apart, Batgirl noticed the small silver cross hanging from a fine silver chain about Jen's neck. It rested on her chest just above her heaving, white lace encased breasts. "Protecting yourself against vampires, I see?" she said with just a hint of a smile on her lips, nodding toward the necklace. Jenny blushed but nodded. "Well, I don't want to disappoint you, honey, but it isn't working," Barbara added with a grin, slipping Jenny's small conical breasts out of the half-cups of her bra then sucking each nipple into her mouth in turn, until it was hard and fully erect. "Aaahhh! Noooo! Please don't, you mustn't," Jennifer gasped, shaking her head, while arching her back and presenting up her tits for further welcome attention. She made no attempt to resist, as the purple siren unbuckled her belt and unzipped her jeans. Batgirl slowly squatted down before the blonde, at the same time, dragging the girl's jeans and panties down about her knees. Unbidden, Jen eased apart her thighs and gasped with pleasure, as Batgirl's tongue speared into her glistening sex. As Barbara oscillated her tongue deep inside her vulva and tweaked her burgeoning clitoris between finger and thumb, Jennifer cried out in unrestrained delight. "Yes, yes, oh yesssss!" After she had brought the squirming blonde to a multiple climax, Batgirl rocked back on her heels and looked up at the dazed but happy girl. Jenny's copious secretions glistened around the Dark Angel's mouth and ran down her chin. "I need your help, Jen. I want you to smuggle me out of the city in the trunk of your car. You'll need to make some excuse about needing to visit a sick relative, or something, to avoid any awkward questions being asked at the library. Once through the police blockades, you can drive me to the nearest international airport outside the State. They shouldn't be on the lookout for me there. You'll need to pack a suitcase full of clothes for me, as well my passport and money. Will you do that for me, honey? You're my only hope." Jennifer sighed, opened her eyes and stared down at the Voluptuous Vampire kneeling before her. "How can I possibly refuse," she murmured, happily, lovingly caressing the pointed Bat-ears of Batgirl's cowl. "But only if you promise me one thing, first." "Anything!" replied Batgirl, eagerly. "You must refrain from drinking the blood of any more of Gotham's citizens." "I shall try my best, but it won't be easy," agreed the Dark Damsel, before rising to her feet and sealing their bargain with another long, passionate kiss. -oOo- "Over here, Batman!" There was a note of urgency in Robin's voice. The Caped Crusader hurried over to his colorful partner, who was down on one knee leaning over the motionless body of his blonde girlfriend, near the top of a stadium staircase. Jennifer's shirt was torn open and her jeans and panties were in an untidy tangle about her ankles. Her sexual secretions were still oozing out of her pussy and trickling down into the valley between her ass cheeks. "Is she...?" Batman began. "No, she's still alive, no thanks to us," snapped the Boy Wonder, angrily. He had been against this plan from the very beginning, claiming it was far too risky. "It looks like our Voluptuous Vampire was satisfied with just the sex this time, thank goodness." "Mmmmmm! Ooooohhh!" Jennifer's eyelids fluttered open and she smiled up at the two Caped Crusaders who were anxiously hovering over her. "What happened to you guys?" she enquired. "I tried to keep Batgirl occupied for as long as possible, but now she's long gone." Batman gave her an embarrassed smile. "Sorry we arrived late, Jennifer, but..." "The Bat-mobile ran out of gasoline, when we were barely halfway here!" snapped Robin, giving his grey and black clad partner an accusing stare. "SOMEONE forgot to fill up the gas tank." "We had to jog the rest of the way," added Batman, red-faced. "We didn't arrive until just gone half past twelve. We were both worried stiff." Jenny eyed the tent that had formed in the front of each Caped Crusader's briefs. "Still are, by the look of it," she replied, with a little snigger. They both went a bright red and covered themselves with their hands. "If you wouldn't mind turning around, guys, I'll try to make myself a little more respectable," she added, with a grin. They hurriedly complied. Jennifer climbed to her feet and pulled up her panties and jeans. Next, she slipped her boobs back into her bra cups, pulled her baggy shirt closed about her slim waist and tucked it into the waistband of her pants, before tightly buckling up her leather belt. "You can turn around now!" "What happened here?" demanded the Dark Knight, relieved to see her fully dressed. "We were dreading the possibility of finding your body, drained of blood." Batgirl: The Vampyre Caper Ch. 08 "That's not a great deal of consolation. I'll tell you all the gory details on the way back to Wayne Manor. I take it you guys would like a lift back in my trusty little Toyota?" "Yes, please," Robin replied, overjoyed that his gorgeous girlfriend seemed none the worse for her arduous experience. "Oh, but what about the Batmobile?" Jenny asked, almost as an afterthought. "Alfred is arranging for a local garage to bring out a can of gasoline to it. He will meet them at the Batmobile," the Dark Knight clarified. Jenny frowned at this. "But what if someone recognizes him as Bruce Wayne's butler. Won't they make the obvious connection?" The Boy Wonder grinned and shook his head. "No way, Jen! Alfred will be wearing his own Batcostume; something he knocked up for just such an emergency. Our old family retainer has always been a frustrated Caped Crusader wannabe." Jennifer's eyes widened. "I'm starting to see Mr. Pennyworth in a whole different light," she exclaimed, with a chuckle. Batgirl: The Vampyre Caper Ch. 09 This story is the seventh in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, mainly based on characters in the early Batman comics and that wonderful '60s TV series but with the timeline brought up to the present. Warning! This fictional story contains strictly ADULT content and is ONLY intended for mature readers and for personal consumption. No copyright infringement is intended. The Adventures Of Batgirl Batgirl: The Vampyre Caper Chapter 9: Don't Ya Just Love It When A Plan Comes Together The aging Toyota compact slowed down and rolled to a halt, emitting a noisy backfire and a cloud of oily smoke from its exhaust system. It had stopped among some low lying shrubs and stunted trees, in a section of scrubland alongside one of the city's many public parks. Jenny switched off the engine and lights, and nervously peered out into the surrounding darkness. This was the pick-up point where she'd arranged to rendezvous with the Dark Angel, the previous evening, after their session of unbridled love-making in the deserted football stadium. "Where the hell is she?" the blue-eyed blonde muttered through gritted teeth. There was movement in a dense clump of bushes and, moments later, a purple costumed female, emerged out of the darkness and ran over to the side of the vehicle. "Do you HAVE to make so much noise," hissed the curvaceous, cowled figure, as she leant forward and peered through the open window, her shapely purple bosom heaving, fetchingly. "Sorry, I've been meaning to get the engine serviced," the blonde replied, with an embarrassed grin and an apologetic shrug of her shoulders. "Have you got the airline ticket and money, and the suitcase full of clothes?" "Yes, yes, everything's in the travel case on the rear seat, just like you instructed." "Good girl! I'll get changed later, once we're well clear of the city limits. In the meantime, I'd better get my ass out of sight. Is the trunk unlocked?" Jenny bent forward and flicked a lever near her foot. "It is now, but the trunk lid is self-locking, Barbara. Bang on it, if you want me to let you out." Barbara nodded, then walked around to the rear of the vehicle and opened the trunk lid. "It's a bit of a tight squeeze, but I'll manage," she called out, as she climbed inside and folded herself up. Jenny had thoughtfully provided a thick blanket for a little extra comfort. Taking a deep breath, the Caped Cutie pulled the lid shut behind her, leaving herself in complete darkness. "Luckily I don't suffer from claustrophobia," she muttered to herself, as she settled down. Jenny started the engine and switched on the headlights, before rolling away over the rough, uneven terrain. "Ouch!" groaned Batgirl, as she banged her head on the lid of the trunk. "The damned suspension needs replacing in this thing as well as the engine," she muttered, darkly. -oOo- Jennifer's heart was pounding like a drum, as she pulled up at a police roadblock, just a half-mile further on from the pick-up point. A tall, uniformed policeman walked up to the driver's side of the vehicle, as she lowered her side window. "Yes, officer?" she enquired, trying to appear completely calm, even though her heart was pounding. The police officer shone the beam of his flashlight into the darkened interior of the car, checking it out, before replying. "Would you mind telling me where you're going at this time of night, Miss?" "I, ah, I'm going to visit my sick grandmother. She lives over in..." Jenny's face suddenly broke into a smile, as she belatedly recognized the policeman. "Phil?" she exclaimed. "Ms. Goodbody, Jennifer? I didn't recognize you with your clothes on," the police officer replied, bending down until his face was roughly level with hers. Phil Thackeray had been introduced to Jennifer by Barbara, some weeks earlier, but he'd also been lucky enough to catch her act in a couple of Gotham's many strip joints, in the course of his duty, so he knew what the blue-eyed blonde looked like naked. "Ha, ha! Very funny, Officer Thackeray." "Does this mean I won't be seeing much of you for awhile?" he enquired, with a smirk on his rugged features. Jenny blushed at this double entendre. She realized that Phil was trying to come on to her. The handsome cop had a bit of a reputation as a 'ladies man'. "I should only be away for a few days," she protested, unable to hold back a grin. "I shall be back before you've even had the chance to miss me. Why the roadblock, Phil?" Phil's eyebrows knitted and he tipped his peaked cap further back on his head. "Haven't you caught the news today? We're on the lookout for this so-called vampire killer." "Oh, yeah, I forgot about that, but I thought the killer was supposed to be some sort of wild animal?" "Er, yes, that's right, but some misguided animal lover might try to smuggle the beast out of the state," he explained. The official police line was that they were still not admitting to the possibility of a blood-sucking serial killer, certainly NOT a human one. "Oh, I see." "Anything in the trunk, Ms. Goodbody?" "N-No, sorry, Phil!" Jenny started to shake her head. "Oh, I almost forgot, I've got Batgirl stuffed in there," she added with a girlish giggle. Phil grimaced. "Okay, I guess I was asking for that," he replied, with a dry chuckle, straightening up. "Okay, you can continue on your journey, Jennifer. Catch you in a few days time, maybe?" "Yeah, 'bye Phil." Jenny had been so nervous that she'd almost wet her panties, while the handsome policeman was interrogating her. She slowly drove past the checkpoint and a second officer, before releasing a shuddering pent-up breath and easing her foot down on the gas pedal. Everything was going to plan. -oOo- Jenny walked around to the rear of the vehicle and flipped open the trunk lid. "You can get out now, Barbara." "About fuckin' time," snarled the Dark Angel, with ill-grace, unwinding her sinuous purple frame with a grimace of discomfort, as she clambered out of the cramped luggage area. "What the..." Barbara's big green eyes opened wide with shock, as she spun around on her stiletto heels, taking in her surroundings. "This is the Bat-cave," she gasped, turning back to Jennifer with an accusing stare on her face. "You... you tricked me, Jen." "It's for your own good, Barbara. There never was any intention of letting you escape abroad, to continue with your killing spree. It was all a cunning ploy thought up by Batman and myself," Jenny added, with a self-congratulatory smirk. "Don't you just love it, when a plan comes together." "Why, you double-dealing, two-faced little bitch," the Voluptuous Vampire snarled, advancing, menacingly, toward the blue-eyed blonde, intent on exacting a terrible revenge. Her big green eyes had started to take on an ominous red tint. "Watch out! Grab her, Jennifer!" Batman's warning cry echoed around the Bat-cave. The blonde made a desperate lunge for Batgirl's collar, hoping to hit the button that deactivated the Vampirium layer, but she was no match for the Dark Angel's enhanced lightning fast reflexes. Batgirl's head swayed aside and her right knee shot up and caught Jenny in the solar plexus. The wind whistled from the plucky girl's lungs and she doubled over in pain. A forearm smash follow up, caught her right on the point of her exposed chin and Jenny went flying backward, landing in a tangle of arms and legs. Batgirl spun around spitting and snarling, the red glow building in her eyes, her vampire fangs extending from her open mouth. Batman was running toward her, with a gun in his gloved right fist. She crouched low, ready to spring at him. "Bullets can't hurt me, Batman," she called out in a confident tone. "I am invincible!" Batgirl's red eyes narrowed, as she saw the Dark Knight's finger tighten about the trigger, but instead of a loud bang, there was only a soft 'phut'. The Voluptuous Vampire felt a sharp pain in her left breast and looked down in shocked surprise. A small, feathered dart was sticking out of her gently oscillating tit-flesh. Her molecular coating obviously wasn't dart-proof. "Shit!" she exclaimed, immediately realizing the significance of the feathered missile. She spun around, and set off at a sprint, heading for the Bat-mobile turntable and the main exit to the Bat-cave beyond. A second dart struck her in the rump and she started to weave, erratically, as the powerful knockout drug started to take affect. Suddenly, a weighted animal net plunged down from where it had been suspended, high in the roof of the cavern, entangling her in its coarse, heavy duty mesh. The vampiress cried out in alarm and stumbled to the ground under its weight, arms and legs flailing, weakly. "Well done, Robin," Batman called out, striding over to the now almost motionless figure of Batgirl. He reached between the wide mesh and activated the button on her choker, then watched the purple coating recede back into it, with a feeling of immense relief. The red glow in her eyes and the long fangs, both disappeared along with the Vampirium layer. Batgirl's cowled head slumped onto her chest, as unconsciousness swiftly claimed her. Jennifer joined him, a little breathlessly, and stared down at the near nude body of the sexy redhead. Barbara was still wearing her cape, cowl and heels, plus the brief black thong clinging to her flared hips, but she was otherwise naked. Her missing utility belt was back in the trunk of Jenny's car. "I feel a whole lot happier now you've done that," Jenny exclaimed, gratefully. Batman dragged the animal net off the now motionless redhead, roughly yanked both arms behind her back and slipped a pair of Batcuffs about her wrists, before looking up at the blonde. "NOW, I FEEL A LOT HAPPIER," he replied, with a grim smile. "We don't want her recovering consciousness and re-activating the Vampirium layer, do we?" Jenny nodded. "We certainly don't. How did you know those knockout darts were going to work on her, Batman?" "I didn't, but I figured that since the Vampirium layer was just a few hundred angstrom units thick, at most, a sufficiently high velocity missile with a very sharp point, had a chance of getting through and I was proved right... luckily. I used a modified pneumatic pistol to fire the darts and the same serum that veterinary surgeons use to put elephants to sleep, when they need to operate on them." "Impressive, but how do we cure her of this vampire curse?" enquired Jennifer, as the Boy Wonder joined them on the floor of the cavern. "Hopefully, if we can destroy her ability to conjure up that Vampirium layer, she will return to normal," replied Batman. "That means removing that control device from about her neck, as soon as possible." "But how do we get the collar and cuffs off of her?" asked Robin, with a look of frustration on his youthful features. "There's no obvious way of removing the damned things." He bent down and tried to move the bracelet about Batgirl's left wrist. "I can't even budge it," he protested. "Hopefully, that problem can be solved over at the WayneTech laboratories, Boy Wonder. Now, if one of you can find something we can use to cover her..." Jenny nodded. "There's a blanket in the trunk of my car, Batman. I'll go get it." -oOo- Barbara lay flat on her back, spread-eagled on the flat machined steel bed of a strange looking industrial-sized piece of equipment. The gleaming metal machinery was located in one of the research labs on the site of WayneTech Industries. The modesty blanket had been removed, along with her Bat-cape, cowl and heels. The redhead's only remaining item of attire was her brief black thong panties. Thick leather straps about her wrists, ankles and waist, kept her pinned down to the precision ground metal surface. Her head was rigidly held in place, by a padded clamping mechanism plus a further leather strap that was stretched tightly over her forehead. The shapely redhead, had still not recovered consciousness. "We've already tried the very latest diamond tipped cutting tools, but to no avail," the white-coated scientist explained to Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson and Jennifer Goodbody, as they stood alongside the impressive looking equipment, "but this little beauty should do the trick." All three of the visitors were wearing their normal civilian attire, plus the security name badges supplied by WayneTech. "What IS this piece of equipment, exactly?" Dick Grayson asked, with a puzzled frown. Professor Chalinor, who was a recent recipient of the Nobel Prize for Physics, smiled, indulgently, at the youthful ward of his employer. "It is a state-of-the-art industrial laser, Mr. Grayson. That is an acronym for Light Amplification by Stimulated Emission of Radiation, by the way. The laser gun emits a narrow, low divergence beam of amplified light, that is powerful enough to cut through any material known to mankind." "Yeah, but this is a material that isn't known to mankind," Dick pointed out. The scientist smiled at him, smugly. "I don't think that will prove an obstacle," he reassured the young man. "Is there any danger to Barbara... Ms. Gordon?" enquired Jennifer, anxiously. The scientist shook his head. "No! This is a precision piece of equipment, accurate to within a few angstrom units, with fully computerized control. The cut will be so fine, that any heat generated will be dissipated into the surrounding metal, with a negligible rise in the temperature of the rest of the collar. It will cut through the collar and only the collar. The young woman will be perfectly safe, I can assure you all. We shall remove the collar first and then remove the two bracelets from about her wrists." He glanced over at a colleague seated in front of a control panel. "Ready when you are, Sigmund!" There was a sudden loud 'crump' and a narrow beam of intense violet light sprang into existence, focused upon the copper colored choker about the redhead's slim neck. They all watched in jaw-dropping awe, as the beam traveled from one edge of the collar to the other, then almost jumped out of their skin, as the beam snapped off, just as abruptly. A lab-coated assistant stepped forward and pulled the collar apart, before slipping it from about the girl's slim neck. "Collar successfully removed, Professor," he called out. There was a communal sigh of relief from the three visitors to the laboratory. There was the hum and whine of electric motors, as the laser gun was repositioned and focused on the bracelet about Barbara's upturned right wrist. "Ready when you are, professor," called out the man over at the controls. "Please proceed!" The laser snapped back on with another loud 'crump' and proceeded to successfully cut through the bracelet, which was then removed by the lab assistant. The procedure was then successfully repeated for the remaining bracelet. "You may remove the head brace," the Professor instructed his assistant, "then take those three items over to Electron Optics for an initial examination." The young laboratory assistant nodded and proceeded to carry out his instructions. The professor turned his attention back to his three V.I.P. guests. "The investigation of this new element will be carried out in the strictest secrecy, Mr. Wayne, as per your instructions." The handsome multi-millionaire nodded his satisfaction. "Thank you, Hans. This element appears to have some very strange and potentially dangerous side-affects and until we have thoroughly investigated them and learned how to overcome them, we shall have to keep this discovery under close wraps." "Mmmmm! Aaaahhh! Ooooohhh!" The gasps and groans were coming from the flat bed of the machine. Barbara was starting to recover consciousness. They all hurried over and crowded around the spread-eagled redhead. Barbara opened her big green eyes and stared up at the face of Bruce Wayne, who was leaning over her. "Wha'..." Her eyes widened with horror, as she realized she was strapped down to something hard and cold and that she wasn't wearing a great deal. "Lemme go, you... you sex fiend!" she cried, desperately tugging at her bonds and causing her spectacular naked breasts to oscillate, gently. Bruce grinned at her provocative squirming. "Whoa, Barbara, everything's fine, no need to panic and possibly hurt yourself. How are you feeling, by the way?" The redhead stopped struggling and relaxed a little, well as much as a girl could be expected to relax, in her state of undress. "F-Fine! What's going on, Bruce? Why am I strapped down like this, without any clothes on?" she demanded, accusingly. "It was a necessary precaution, prior to removing your Vampirium collar and bracelets, Barbara. You needed to be completely immobilized before we could undertake such a delicate and potentially risky operation. The procedure was a complete success by the way." "What? But that means..." "Believe me, Barbara, it was for your own good. Hang on and we will remove the straps holding you down." Her three friends, together with an older man in a white lab coat, who she did not recognize, removed the leather restraints that had been pinning her down, like a preserved specimen of a rare and beautiful butterfly. Barbara sat up, ruefully rubbing her chaffed wrists, her shapely naked boobs swaying, gently with her actions. "Any chance of some clothes," she enquired, as she noted the direction of everyone's gaze. Jennifer colored. "I-I've brought along some of your things in an overnight bag, Barbara," she revealed to her gorgeous red haired friend. "Hang on, I'll go get them!" She rushed over to the corner of the lab, where she had earlier deposited a small travel case. "Is there someplace I can get dressed... in private," Barbara asked the senor scientist, upon Jennifer's return with the case. "Er, yes, you can use that storeroom over there," the professor replied, red-faced, nodding toward a closed door in the nearby wall. "Thank you!" As she headed for the indicated storeroom, Barbara half-turned around and noted that all eyes appeared to be glued to her gently swaying ass. "You can put your tongues back in your heads now, gentlemen," she suggested, with an impish grin, "the floor show is over." -oOo- Barbara checked the monitor screen on the inside of her apartment door, then pressed the button alongside it, which de-activated the downstairs lock. "The outer door is now unlocked. Please come on up, detectives. My apartment number is 3B." Turning to her costumed companion, she added. "Remember what we agreed, Jen. Don't try to over elaborate our alibi. The cops may be dumb but they aren't totally stupid." The purple clad heroine in the mask and cowl, with the yellow Bat emblem on her shapely chest, placed both hands on her hips and grinned back at the redhead. "As if I would," she gushed, in wide-eyed innocence. Barbara rolled her eyes up to the ceiling and muttered something unrepeatable, under her breath. The reality was, she was a bundle of nerves. She had phoned the police earlier and informed them of her supposed return from a short vacation. As expected, she had then been told to sit tight, as they would be sending two police officers around, to get a statement from her. She sat down on the sofa, next to Jen, wringing her hands together. The last thing she wanted was Jennifer embroidering their agreed story. This wouldn't be the first time her young friend had impersonated the Batgirl, but the deceit was an essential part of their combined alibi. She almost jumped out of her skin, when the apartment door chime sounded. Barbara jumped up and hurried over to the steel reinforced door. "Who is it?" she called out, needlessly. "Police, Ms. Gordon," replied a female voice. Barbara quickly unlocked and opened the door. Two police detectives were standing in the hallway, a man and a woman. Her face lit up with instant recognition. "Detective Montoya, isn't it?" she queried. Batgirl: The Vampyre Caper Ch. 09 Renee Montoya smiled and nodded. "Hello Ms. Gordon, we meet again. I think you also know my partner, Detective Harvey Bullock. May we come in?" "Oh yes, yes of course." Barbara stepped aside and waved them inside. The eyes of both detectives opened wide, as they saw the shapely figure of Batgirl, sitting on the sofa. "I think you both know the Dark Damsel," Barbara said, as she closed the door behind them. "I thought you might as well question both of us at the same time." Batgirl nodded her head in greeting. "Officers." Montoya cleared her throat. "Ah, yes, very ah, thoughtful of you, Ms. Gordon." "Please make yourselves comfortable, officers," Barbara added, indicating the two armchairs facing the couch, but on the opposite side of the coffee table. "Can I get you both something to drink?" Harvey's piggy eyes lit up at the suggestion. "Tea? Coffee?" Harvey pulled a face and shuddered. If it hadn't got alcohol in it, it shouldn't be classified as a drink, as far as he was concerned. Montoya smiled and shook her head, as she sat down in the indicated chair. "No thank you, Ms. Gordon. Now, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to ask you both a few questions regarding the death of the late Dr. Macintyre." "N-No, please go right ahead," Barbara replied, sitting down on the couch alongside the Caped Cutie. The two females were sitting so close together, that their hips were touching. "Why haven't either of you come forward before now?" Montoya asked, raising a neatly plucked eyebrow. She noted that Batgirl had just slipped an arm about Barbara's slim waist. The two girls exchanged swift glances. "Because we've only just learned about the doctor's death," replied Batgirl, turning to face the female detective. Barbara nodded her agreement. "Oh?" "That is correct," Barbara continued. "We've both been away for a short break in a log cabin that I rent out, up in the Pocono Mountains, near Silver Lake. We haven't seen any TV, listened to any radio, or read any newspapers, while we've been away, so we were unaware of all the excitement back home." "Hmm? Can anyone confirm your story?" Batgirl glanced over at Barbara, before answering. "Sorry, officer. I don't think we saw a soul, the whole time we were up there," she replied, with a wide-eyed look of innocence. "That's so, isn't it Barbara?" she asked, placing her hand on Barbara's bare thigh, just below the hem of her skirt. "Huh? Oh, er, yes, apart from each other, that is." Barbara agreed, exchanging knowing smiles with her costumed friend before placing her hand over that of Batgirl. "What time did you visit Dr. Macintyre, last Thursday evening?" growled Harvey, addressing the redhead. Barbara blinked her eyes and frowned in concentration, before answering. "I think it must've been around 5:30 pm. That's right. I went straight over to his office after I finished work at the library." "Can I ask you why?" murmured Renee. Barbara blushed. "Well, it was supposed to be so I could submit to a complete medical examination." "And it wasn't?" snapped Harvey, leaning forward, his suspicions instantly aroused. "N-No, there was absolutely nothing wrong with me. It was actually Batgirl here, who wanted the check-up." "Is that correct, Batgirl?" Renee asked, turning her attention to the masked avenger. Batgirl exchanged a quick glance with her companion, before answering. "Yes. I was feeling a bit run down and had been suffering from some bad dreams lately," she explained. "Why all the subterfuge?" "I couldn't go to just any doctor. I needed one who would guarantee not to reveal the patent's confidentialities. Barbara suggested that I see her family doctor and she kindly agreed to book an appointment for me, but in her own name." "What time did YOU arrive at the doctor's surgery, Batgirl?" Montoya asked, giving the masked heroine a steely look. "It must have been about 5:40 pm. I was running a bit late." "Did you see the receptionist upon your arrival?" The Dark Damsel shook her head. "No, she had already left for the evening. There was only Barbara and the doctor there." "And what time did you leave?" growled Harvey. "We both left together... about six-fifteen wasn't it, Barbara?" Batgirl replied, squeezing her friend's hand. Barbara nodded. "Mmm, sounds about right. It was the doctor who suggested, after a thorough medical, that there was nothing wrong with Batgirl... nothing that a short vacation couldn't cure, that is." Harvey grunted his acceptance. "Now here's the million dollar question," added Montoya, with a grim expression on her face. "Was Doctor Macintyre still alive and well, when you both left him?" "Of course he was!" snapped the Dark Damsel. "Do we look like murderers?" "What does a murderer look like?" retorted Montoya, with a dismissive shrug of her shoulders. "Do either of you know how the doctor died?" growled Harvey. "N-No, the newspapers were pretty vague on that point. Could it have been an accident?" asked Barbara, innocently. "Believe me, lady, this wuz no accident," Harvey grated out, without bothering to elaborate. "When did you both set off for your cabin at Silver Lake?" Renee enquired. The two girls traded glances, before the redhead answered. "Early the next morning, about seven. Batgirl stopped over for the night." The two detectives exchanged knowing looks. "She slept on the couch," Barbara snapped, coloring slightly. Montoya abruptly rose to her feet. "Very well, that's all for now, folks. We may need to speak to you both again, later." Both girls nodded, as Harvey lumbered to his feet. "Thank you for your co-operation, ladies," added Harvey, before following his partner over to the door. Barbara let them out and once she had closed the door behind them, leaned back against it, and heaved a huge sigh of relief. "Phew!" she gasped. "I think that went just fine," Jenny declared, giving her a reassuring smile. -oOo- As they rode down in the elevator, Harvey eyed his slim partner, critically. "Did you believe those dames?" he asked, tipping his homburg further back on his head, as he lounged back against the rear of the cage. Montoya rubbed her jaw, thoughtfully. "I don't think they killed him, if that's what you mean, Harv, but they certainly didn't tell us everything they knew. The sexual chemistry between those two girls, was so thick, I could've cut through the atmosphere with a knife." "You mean they're a couple of dykes?" Harv gasped, as understanding dawned. "I should've known. What a waste." Several Weeks Later Commissioner James Gordon stared at the two Caped Crusaders standing beside his desk, with a perplexed expression on his face. "I still don't get it, Batman?" he exclaimed, with a shake of his head. "The vampire killings came to an end just as quickly and mysteriously as they started. Not that I'm complaining, mind you, they were tying up half the resources of the police force." "We now believe that the so-called 'vampire killer' was actually some sort of blood sucking animal, Jim, possibly a mutation, perhaps the result of some unlicensed animal experimentation. We also think the creature has subsequently moved on to new killing fields." "Then, you don't think it was a human vampire... like that Count Dracula guy?" The Dark Knight shook his head. "No Jim, he was a fictional character. Why, for instance, if it had been human, did the creature leave the cocaine and drug money behind, when it killed those four drug dealers? Robbery, or should I say GREED to be more precise, is a common human characteristic, but it doesn't appear to have been a motive in ANY of the unexplained killings." The policeman rubbed his chin, thoughtfully. "A good point, Caped Crusader, but how did the creature get away? My officers had this city sealed up tighter than a drum." A wild animal would instinctively avoid the highways, Commissioner. Also, it would almost certainly have traveled at night, avoiding bright lights and any place where people tend to congregate." "Damn, so that means it's still out there someplace?" "It looks like it, Jim, but I doubt it will ever return to a densely populated area like Gotham, again. Don't worry old friend, someone will manage to hunt it down and kill it, but there's always the possibility of a few more deaths in the meantime." "Yes, unfortunately," Jim muttered, shaking his head, sadly. Suddenly, the Commissioner's somber expression brightened and he picked up a sheaf of papers from his desk and waved them in the air. "At least my daughter and Batgirl both appear to be in the clear, as regards Doctor Macintyre's unfortunate death, according to this report that was submitted by the investigating team." "That's good news, Commissioner, but just be thankful that this creature didn't arrive at the doctor's office a few minutes earlier or we may well have ended up with two more victims on our hands." The Police Commissioner's face paled at this horrible thought. "Yes, thank God!" he declared, vehemently. "By the way, Caped Crusader, have you had any thoughts about what sort of creature it might be?" The Caped Crusader returned the Commissioner's curious stare. "I have absolutely no evidence to support this assumption, Jim, but I rather thought it might be a WOLF!" THE END