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Subject: Batgirl and Catwoman Part 1 [Introduction]
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Part 1:
It was a fine, sunny Wednesday afternoon in Gotham
City. The kind of day that made every Gothamite wish it
were Sunday. A great day for madam Zamire's grand
showing of her world famous Catalonian Cat's eye opal
collection.
"Now Madam Zamire, your cat's eye opals are valued
at over 10 million dollars, aren't you afraid someone
might steal them?" asked the reporter who was buzzing
around the aged millionaires with a plethora of other
reporters like excited bees over a jar of honey.
"Oh no." arrogantly giggled the giddy madam. "Why
my cat's eye opals are protected by the most stringent
security measures available. Here let me show you." and
with that the crowd of reporters and the portly
millionaires headed for the precious gems room of the
Gotham City natural history museum.
As they reached the door to the room, madam Zamire
stopped the crowd. "As you can see, the hall containing
the opals is sealed with two inches of plate steel and
the main door is made of five inch steel plate. Not
even a tank could get through." she explained "There
are also no other doors and no windows. There is
absolutely no way to gain entry into the chamber except
through this door." she boasted.
As madam Zamire described the security measures
outside the main door to the gem chamber, inside, smoke
began to rise from the floor of the great hall. A
circular pattern of wispy smoke began to rise from the
tiled floor along with a hissing, crackling sound.
After a few moments, the circular block fell through as
the acid bored a hole through the floor.
"Even if any criminal managed to enter the
chamber, any change in air pressure would instantly
release anesthetic gas that would render any criminal
unconscious and helpless." the madam continued.
The top of a ladder popped through the hole as
waves of billowing gas poured from gas outlets in the
wall. The head of a man, wearing a divers tank and
oxygen breather poked up and scanned the room. He then
climbed out of the hole and helped two other men up the
ladder.
"What if they could get past the gas." asked a
reporter. "What then?"
"Oh you silly man," the madam replied, "it would
do them no good. The glass to the cases are made of a
new, high tech plastic. They are virtually
unbreakable."
The three men proceeded to apply an unusual paste
to the glass cases. They smeared the white paste about
as though they were waxing a car. After a few moments,
the polymer disolvant began to weaken the plastic and
the men poked their hands through the soft material as
easily as punching a hole through a plastic bag.
"Even if they could open the cases which I
seriously doubt, they could not remove the opals from
their placements." the madam continued.
"And why is that madam Zamire?" asked the
reporter.
"Oh we have a very special device that puts a
special magnetic field around the opals, making it
virtually impossible to remove them. No force in the
universe could budge them... nothing except a major
power outage and Gotham city's power supply is the most
reliable in the world."
she gleamed.
A few blocks away, a small explosion blew the top
off a power pole. Sparks flew everywhere as the large
metal power transformer was blown off its support and
came crashing to the ground. Three men ran from the
pole and piled into a small truck sitting on the other
side of the street. The truck's tires squealed as the
truck pulled away and headed down the hill toward a
dark Gotham downtown.
At that same moment, all the lights in the museum
went out. The crowd began to scream and panic as
confusion and fear enveloped them along with the
darkness. After a few moments passed, a series of
emergency red fire lights came on.
"We have a spare generator." explained the madam.
"Guard, open this door immediately!" she ordered. Two
guards ran up and fiddled with a set of keys as they
hurriedly opened the massive door. The door swung open
and the crowd stood in absolute shock as they stared at
all the empty cases.
- - -
"Tis a dark day in Gotham city commissioner." said
chief O'hara as he stood shaking his head in despair
watching the gray hared Gordon hang up the phone.
"A dark day indeed chief O'Hara." replied the
commissioner. "A fortune in cat's eye opals, purloined
by none other than..."
"Oh don't say it commissioner. Me ears cannot
stand the strain." said the chief waving his hands.
"I'm afraid so chief. Snatched by the criminal
claws of that feline felon. That she-devil of crime...
none other than Catwoman!"
"Saints preserve us!" the chief exclaimed rolling
his eyes upwards. "Is there any chance for us? Have the
heavens opened up and swallowed all our hopes?" he
asked looking in despair at the powers that be.
Looking outward with a stare of determination and
defiance the commissioner sat up from his chair.
"There's just one man who can help us now. The one man
who can rid this town of that feline scourge." With
that, both men turned to stare at the red phone of hope
that sat under the glass container across the room.
- - -
"If you will wait a moment sir, I will see if I
can gain his attention." calmly said Alfred in a thick
proper English accent as he answered the batphone.
- - -
The batmobile shot out of the batcave and raced
down the wrong side of the road toward Gotham city. It
was as though the same footage was being played over
and over again, each time they had to run into town.
The big, black car pulled up in front of police
headquarters and the caped crusaders rushed into the
building.
"Did anyone actually see Cat Woman or any of her
kittens steal the opals?" asked Batman.
"Well, no Batman but this is her style." the
commissioner replied.
"Yes her motis-operandi." smuggly blurted out the
boy wonder.
"Motis-Operandi?" asked the chief in utter
bewilderment.
"Yes, Motis, from the Latin meeting motive or mode
and Operandi meaning operation. Her mode of operation."
replied Robin as he drove the fact home by punching his
fist into his hand.
"Very good Latin old chum. But what we need now
are clues and not a Latin lesson." said Batman as he
and Robin headed for the door.
"Are you heading for the Batcave" asked
commissioner Gordon?
"Yes, and then we'll check out the museum. There
may be clues still left there." Batman replied.
"But me men went over the place with a fine tooth
comb. Not even a microbe could get by us." the chief
said.
"While I never doubt the competency of Gotham
city's finest chief, Cat Woman is a foe far beyond the
abilities of your fine force to catch." Batman said as
he opened the door. The chief shook his head in
agreement knowing the caped crusader was right.
"Cat Woman!" a startled female voice exclaimed
from the open doorway. The four men turned to see
commissioner Gordon's lovely daughter Barbara standing
in the entrance. She briskly walked by Batman and Robin
and walked up to her father, giving him a peck on the
cheek.
"What's all this talk about Cat Woman?" Barbara
asked innocently, batting her big brown eyes at the
men.
"Oh nothing to concern your pretty little head
about Barbara. Batman and Robin were just leaving to
check out the opal robbery at the museum." said
commissioner Gordon patronizingly.
He always did that to her, always cut her out the
picture like she was some innocent little school girl.
At first she hated it and resisted it but she learned
that should could use that innocence to her advantage.
The whole act seemed to be a vicious circle. As she
acted more angelic, her father would treat her more
childishly. This would force her to act more innocently
to get more information out of him. It seemed stupid
but it worked. "If only you knew some of the stuff I
did in my apartment daddy..." she though to herself in
defiance.
"Whelp, I was just on my way home from work and I
thought I'd ask you to dinner." she asked, knowing he
would say no. He always said no to any socializing when
an arch criminal was in town. She actually wasn't
headed over to go to dinner. Instead, she had heard
about the robbery and was hoping to turn on the
innocent act to milk some information from daddy.
"Oh well, I've got some reading to do anyway." she
said indifferently as she gave her father another peck
on the cheek and strutted out the door past Batman and
Robin.
- - -
The door to Barbara's apartment flew open as the
young heroine rushed in and made a bee-line for the
bedroom. "No time to chat now Charley." said Babs as
she threw her purse and coat on the couch and walked
past the bird cage containing her pet parrot.
The parrot never seemed to talk, being utterly
confused by the spew of dialog that always came from
its owner. For some reason Barbara would talk to the
bird, needlessly revealing her plans to the pet parrot.
Of course the ever changing dialog made it impossible
for the bird to learn any word or phrase.
The only thing it had managed to learn over the
years was one phrase: "Oh MY GOD!" This phrase was the
only one loud enough and repeated enough times to re-
enforce it in the bird's mind. This only happened
however, when Barbara would get in one of her "special
moods", then the bedroom door would shut and waves of
moans and screams would ring out as Barbara would
"entertain" herself.
She had always been extremely introvert. As a
child she was a loner and a book worm, always reading
and never making friends. When she grew up and
graduated from college, she found that her body had
developed quite well and, dressed right, she was
extremely attractive.
Her early life, however, had turned her off to
dating men and she found that masturbation was a far
better form of sexual stimulation along with her
unusual fascination with bondage. For some reason,
being bound and gagged and forced to climax against her
will was an incredible aphrodisiac to her and sent
incredible chills of sexual excitement through her
body. Was it a rape fantasy? She didn't know or care.
It was fun and exciting and allowed her to break the
mold everyone else had placed upon her all her life.
Daddy's sweat little girl was actually very naughty,
and the secret made her burn with excitement.
This was also partially why she was fascinated
with her Batgirl persona. Being in such perilous
situations, at the hands of such desperate criminals,
made for an overwhelming array of titillating
experiences. When she was younger, no one paid
attention to her. She was a bug, an insect to be
ignored. After spending time working out and
aerobisizing constantly, however, she became an
incredibly shapely young girl and exhibitionism was
also quite exhilarating. "Ha ha, I'm pretty now and you
can't have me!" she would think to herself.
This was why she had modified her Batgirl outfit.
The old one was functional but quite drab. She felt
that, if she could distract a crook for a few moments
with a few curves and some revealing skin, she could
use the time to her advantage. This seemed to work
quite well as most men would stop in gaping awe at the
female before them, allowing her to easily get the
upper hand.
The full body suit was eliminated. Instead, the
suit was split into two parts. The top part was a black
spandex pull over that resembled an aerobics exercise
outfit. It covered her arms completely and ran to the
middle of her rib cage, leaving her stomach and belly
button exposed. Her front was bare and a black support
bra under the outfit, pushed her full breasts together
into a nice, mountain of cleavage. The outfit continued
up her neck and stopped below her chin, making her look
like she was wearing a turtle neck sweater. A small
yellow Bat symbol was stitched over her left breast in
the material that ran up and around her shoulder.
The bottom half was a pair of black, spandex
shorts that came up to just below her belly button and
rode around the curvature of her legs, where her upper
thighs met her hips. This left her legs and thighs
fully exposed.
Her boots were replaced by a pair of high heel
shoes that laced up her ankles to just below her knees.
Her hands were covered by a pair of black, skin tight,
leather gloves that ran up her arms to just below her
shoulders. The only thing that was the same from the
original outfit was her Batgirl utility belt, which
hung low and heavy across her curvaceous stomach and
around her shapely hips.
She had decided to do away with the heavy Bat cowl
she always wore. It was clumsy, hot and didn't allow
for a full range of vision. Instead, a black mask,
similar to Robin's only with larger, more feminine
looking eye holes, took its place. The red wig was also
eliminated and her own short, black hair was pinned
like a crown on top of her head. She found that most
crooks were way too busy looking at her body to notice
her face, besides, no one could figure out who Robin
was and he only wore that stupid mask.
The final touch was a small, black silk cape that
wrapped around her neck and flowed down to the small of
her back, hanging just over her plump rear end. She
grabbed the ends of the cape in each hand and twisted
and posed in the full length mirror in her bedroom like
some sophisticated fashion model. Then with a giddy,
school girl laugh she strutted away and headed for the
secret entrance to her Batgirl cycle.
"I'll just beat Batman and Robin to the museum and
find my own clues." she declared as the cycle rolled
out of its secret door and down the alley.
- - -
The Batmobile sped out of town and toward the
Batcave. "What do you think Catwoman is up to Batman."
Robin said, slamming his fists together like he always
did.
"I don't know old chum," replied Batman, "the ways
of a wicked woman such a Catwoman cannot be easily
deduced. This is something you're going to learn as you
grow from a boy to a man." he said fatherly.
"Gosh Batman, this woman stuff really baffles me
sometimes." Robin said shaking his head.
"Don't worry, I'm sure the Bat female logic
analyzer I built into the Bat computer last week will
figure out her logic and her next move." he said
proudly. "Or blow up trying..." he mumbled under his
breathe.
Suddenly, a large explosion rang out from under
the speeding Batmobile, sending the caped crusaders
swerving out of control. "Hang on Robin!" Batman
ordered as the car careened off a cliff and plummeted
into the trees below.
- - -
"The caped crusaders should have shown up by now."
Batgirl said to herself as she sat scrunched down under
one of the windows to the museum. "Well, they'll be
along shortly. As long as they're here, I've got
nothing to worry about." and with that, Batgirl slid
open the window and stealthily climbed inside.
She made her way down the dark museum corridor
toward the opal room. As she neared the door, she could
hear someone else moving about in the darkness. "Damn
it!" exclaimed a woman's voice as the sounds of someone
searching the room rang out from the door.
"Catwoman, I've got you now." thought Batgirl as
she pulled out her Batgirl flashlight. Cupping the
front of the light in her hands to block off the light
source, she put the flashlight close to her eyes and
switched it on. She then left it on for a few moments
to let her eyes dilated to the bright light.
After switching it off, she got up and stealthily
slipped into the pitch black room, feeling along the
wall for the light switch. The flashlight had
completely blinded her to the low light in the museum
but, she was able to see fine, with no blinking, as she
flipped the lights on in the room.
Catwoman was not so prepared however as the lights
flooded the room, temporarily blinding her and freezing
her, like a jack lighted deer, in the middle of the
room.
Batgirl stood and stared in slight shock at the
female villainess before her. Apparently Catwoman had
gotten the same idea she had gotten about her costume
but, being Catwoman, her costume was much more on the
extreme side.
Catwoman was a tall, slender dark hared beauty.
She stood almost a head and a half taller than Batgirl
and was almost equal in height to Batman, even without
high heels. She had very wide shoulders which sat
loosely on a large, full chest. Her chest was long and
ran eloquently down to a narrow, shapely waist. Her
shape then curved out around a full, wide set of hips
and a large but appetizing rear end. Her legs were very
shapely and full and were quite long. More than half
her length were her legs. Her whole body was covered in
a dark, brown tan with no apparent tan line.
Unlike Batgirl's face which was perky and girlish
in appearance, Catwoman's was full and very womanly.
She had a strong, wide jaw and full facial feature that
made it very hard to determine her age and which gave
her a look of sophistication. Her eyebrows always had a
slight tilt to them. No matter what expression she had,
they made her eyes have a wicked, devious look that
lead one to believe this woman always had something
sexy on her mind.
The most obvious feature and the one that Batgirl
noticed the most, however, was Catwoman's breasts. They
were huge. Before, she had never noticed them simply
because most costumes could hide a lot of physical
features. Now, however wearing this new outfit, they
were out in the open and they were much bigger than she
had thought. "How could this woman do all the athletic
stuff she did with a chest like that?" Batgirl thought.
The two breasts were full and circular and hung with
amazing perkiness on her chest. They seemed to be
fairly firm but with enough baby fat to allow them to
jiggle slightly when the amazon moved. From behind,
even squeezed together by her outfit, she could see the
curvature of each breast peek out from around the
villianess's chest.
Her costume was very skimpy. She wore a one piece,
white, spandex bathing suit. Two straps were tied
around her neck and criss-crossed just below her collar
bone. They ran from the criss-cross, down over her
breasts, covering mostly her nipples and squeezing her
breasts together, leaving most of her breasts bare. The
straps continued down, along her side, and connected at
the top of her hips to her v-cut, French bikini bottom.
More straps continued up her back and crossed behind
her, adding support to the outfit. This left her
stomach and most of her front completely bare.
The bottom ran from the top of her hips, down over
her flat stomach, and between her legs, barely covering
the essentials. Most of her long legs, up to the middle
of her thighs, were covered with a pair of skin tight,
white, latex boots whose heels were almost 5 inches in
length. Her arms were covered up to her mid upper arms
with white gloves made from the same material as her
boots. Her face was covered by a thin mask similar to
Batgirl's but with a pair of cat ears sticking out of
her full brunette hair on either side of her head.
The stunned villainess stood, covering her eyes.
She staggered backward and let out a cat's hiss as the
light stung her eyes. Batgirl stepped away from the
wall and planted her feet slightly apart, resting her
hands on the sides of her hips in an arrogant pose of
superiority.
"So, I thought I'd catch you here Catwoman."
confidently boasted Batgirl. Catwoman dropped her hands
away from her face, her eyes still popping open and
closed as she tried to shake the sparkles from them.
"Oh its you, Bat bitch. Don't you have jay walkers
to arrest or something?" said Catwoman in a low sultry
voice as she waived her hand at the pesky heroine in an
attempt shoe her away.
"I think not Catwoman, now where are the opals?"
demanded Batgirl.
The spots and sparkles faded from Catwoman's eyes
and she turned to face the spunky heroine. Planting her
feet slightly apart and her hands on her hips she stood
in front of Batgirl in almost the same pose, but being
much taller, Catwoman loomed over the younger Batgirl.
For a few seconds each girl sized each other up,
looking first around, then up and down but never
breaking their stances. They stood like two cats
sniffing each other out. Catwoman then broke her stance
and orbited Batgirl with a sultry walk, looking her up
and down. Batgirl followed her around with her head,
keeping an ever watchful eye on the crafty villainess.
"Nice outfit sweet cheeks." said Catwoman calmly,
"I see you figured out men think with their groins
instead of their heads."
"I'm sure you figured that out a long time ago."
Batgirl replied like a taunting school girl. Catwoman
finished her orbit and stood in front of Batgirl.
"Where did you get the top? I like the material."
Catwoman said as she calmly reached out to feel the
fabric.
"Oh that's one of Macy's aerobic outfits. I did my
own sewing." Batgirl said with a proud, gleaming smile.
"Where did you get those boots?"
"Oh these are Gucci originals. I had to order them
from Italy. You know it took 3 months for them to
deliver 'em. Never buy foreign mail order, especially
clothes." Catwoman said rolling her eyes upward in
disgust.
"I know what you mean," Batgirl replied, "it took
me a month to get these shorts.... OH NEVER MIND THAT!"
Batgirl blurted out, shaking her head and waving her
hands at Catwoman. "Now what did you do with the
opals!" Batgirl demanded again.
"ME!?" Catwoman cried out in denial. "Listen
honey, I've been trying to go straight ever since my
last stint in jail. You don't know what its like in
there. The food's awful and you can't imagine what it
does to your hair. Besides, after my last run in with
Batman, I thought long and hard about my life and I
know he'll have nothing to do with a woman like me if I
stay a criminal."
"You mean you're not a villainess anymore?" asked
the confused Batgirl. "I thought stealing a bunch of
cat's eye opals would be your motis-operandi."
"Motis-operandi?" Catwoman said quizzically.
"Yes the Latin word Motis meaning motive or mode
and Operandi meaning operation i.e. mode of operation."
Batgirl said as she recited the definition.
"Uh.. well no." Catwoman said shaking her head
slightly and shooting Batgirl a look of bewilderment.
"This poor girl has got to be one hell of an egghead
under that mask. She almost as bad as that brat Robin
with his holy this and holy that." she thought to
herself.
"I've been trying to use my cat burglar talents to
catch some of my fellow crooks." Catwoman continued. "I
figure if I make up for some of the rotten things I
did, I might be able to convince Batman that I'm a good
person."
"I swear I had nothing to do with this!" she
explained as she waved her hand over the busted up
display cases.
"OK then, who did?" Batgirl said shifting her head
to one side and staring at Catwoman with a look of
disbelief.
"We did!" rang out a voice from behind both of
them. Both girls jumped in fright and turned. There,
standing at the edge of the hole were the Penguin,
Joker and Riddler and several of their henchmen.
What's this! Batgirl and Catwoman teaming up?!
Has the felonious feline reformed?!
Can they both handle the Joker, Riddler and Penguin?!
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