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Batgirl: Who, Me?
by Steve Zink

Prequel

JLA: Strange Artifacts -- Wizardry
from Eddie Glover's story line


Gotham City---

Superman had alerted Batman to the one object known to be descending upon Gotham City, and the Dark Knight had already found out the hard way what that object had been.  Both members of Gotham's Dynamic Duo were now identical copies of their friend, Selina Kyle.  In effect, there were now three identical, yet different, versions of Catwoman.

The recovering but still blockaded Gotham City was hardly the impact point for only one ejected trophy room display, however.

Gotham was divided into defined zones, ruled over by one criminal mastermind or another, the beleaguered GCPD, and various members of the Bat team.  Azreal and the new Batgirl were holding their own, and actually improving relations among the denizens of their zone, while Batman had struggled with the help of Robin in theirs.  With both heroes now transformed into perfect copies of Catwoman, the situation there may be in for a change.

After giving up her role as the past new Batgirl, Huntress decided to give in and work with Nightwing in another zone.  All worked via the coordination given by Oracle, the original Batgirl from way back when, who still kept her computer center operable.

For good reason, the zones still commanded by criminals like Joker, Two Face and Penguin, allied with Poison Ivy and a few lesser bad guys freed when Arkham had opened up, were the ones where the residents were in the worst shape.  Food was something of dreams, water was collected when it rained, and temperature control was something done with hand held fans or blankets.  It was in one such zone that Mark Colby 'lived', for want of a better word.

He had lost his wife and their two-year old daughter in the quake that almost destroyed Gotham, and had despairingly hung on in the remains of their home in the hope that someday salvation would come.  There was no work to be had, other than joining one of the criminal gangs and taking a small share of the spoils they acquired.  Being an honest man, Mark did his best to avoid the gangs and scrounge for any scrap of food he could find.

Two days after the attack on the Watchtower, Mark was out scrounging once again for any morsel he could convince his stomach was really food, when he chanced upon a metallic box in what looked like an impact crater.  It appeared to be some kind of alloy with a strange rainbow-like glint on its surface, and showed signs of intense heat, presumably where paint or labeling had once been.  This and the crater got the young man wondering about where it could have come from, but one thing was for sure.  He wasn't going to leave it there for somebody else to find.

'I might be able to trade it for some food!'

Mark stooped to pick it up, and found the box to be heavy for its small size.  He easily slung it under one arm, though, and took off for his hovel, hoping nobody had seen him with his prize.  Luck, or maybe something else, was with him, and he arrived unchallenged.

When he got inside, and set the box on the floor of what had once been his living room, Mark gave it a closer look.  Obviously, if this was a box and not a solid block, something had to be inside it.  At first, he could find no seams, or even hinges.  Then he picked it up to turn it over.  It became obvious that he had set it down the wrong way in the first place.  The now top panel was the lid, with its very edges the seam.  One corner must have taken the initial impact, because it was warped slightly compared to the others, and allowed its discoverer to start prying the box open with his fingers, bit by bit.  Tools such as screwdrivers were things of the past.

The lid was just about at the point where Mark could slip two fingers under it, when it popped completely off.  He backed away in surprise, but recovered quickly, and laid the lid off to the side.

What had made the box so heavy now became apparent.  A huge tome, bigger than the family Bible that had once graced the table still standing near his bedspread covered front doorway, took up almost all the available space within the box.  The small open space contained a gaudy purple glove, with gold and jewels bedecking the parts beyond the wrist.  The sight of the obviously valuable glove made Mark cower in fear at first, but as he saw that no one was observing his find, he picked it up out of the box to examine it more closely.

As soon as he touched the glove, Mark heard a voice in his head telling him to put it on.  He jumped back, with more fear than before, breaking away from the treasure.  That voice had seemed to reek of evil, he felt.  Where could it have come from?  He was an honest man, so why had he found this evil box, instead of one of those hoodlums running around aimlessly?

He decided to take a different tack.  Mark reached for the huge book, and lifted it gingerly from its container.  The gilt edging to the pages hinted at even more wealth, and when the apparent cover was raised, he saw characters that were completely foreign to his eye.  The pages he looked at all held the same strange language.  "I can make you read that," the voice in his head told him.  The glove was beckoning.

He should have noted the choice of words the voice had used.  It did not say, "let" you read, it said, "make" you read.  Inquisitiveness and a growing feeling of self-importance that overruled his natural good nature made Mark reach for the glove once again, and this time, he picked it up with every intention of slipping it over his right hand.

Instant awareness came upon its wearer, but unfortunately for Mark, he was no more.  "At last!  I'm free from the prison of my own magics!"  Indeed, the Justice League had removed the enchanted glove from the last Wizard, and using a spell taken from his own book of spells, sealed his soul within the glove through which he normally wielded his power.  The box into which they'd been placed was then put into the Watchtower's museum section, the contents of which had been sent Earthward.

Wizard accessed the mind of his new host, and discovered the horror that was the reality of his current existence.  That was going to have to change.  He would no sooner live in this paltry reality, than be in an insentient cell within the glove.  Before he left, though, the mystical super villain thought it would be appropriate to see what changes he could leave behind.

When he reached out ethereally to seek out Batman, the closest known champion, he found that some unknown force had beat him to the punch.  Of course, Wizard had no way of knowing that Catwoman was a heroine, and not the villainess he'd assumed her and her new twins to be.  Had he checked further, he would have found fertile ground for warping heroic minds into villainous ones.

Wizard came upon Azrael and his partner Cass, the mute Batgirl, and had a thought of making her turn against him, but decided the whole rotten mess they were in wouldn't make it worth it.  What would be more interesting, though, would be to have Cass wake up the next morning in the body of Azrael, and Azrael find himself in the form of Cass, the unspeaking Batgirl.  Would the new Azrael even know how to talk?  Would the new Batgirl find any way to tell anyone who she'd been, without giving away secrets?

He decided to make it even more intriguing, and have Azrael so enjoy her new female form that she would fight to stay there.  Hmm, maybe Batgirl would turn against Azrael after all!

Wizard decided at that point to say goodbye to the dimension of this war-torn Gotham, and seek out another on a different plane that would be ripe for his picking.  He cast a spell to make his monstrous tome an immaterial component of his vile mind, then departed the ruined Gotham City.

From the void between worlds, Wizard spotted a reality in which the original Batgirl was working alongside Batman and Robin, with another partner called Nightwing.  They lived in a Gotham City that thrived with lively exuberance, ripe for the picking.  These all had their equivalents in the world he'd just left, but they were all so young and pure of heart, the perfect targets for his vile deeds.  Oh, this was going to be fun!

Wizard decided to start with the little font of purity, Batgirl.


The rest of this story is contained in the story, "Batgirl - Who, me?" by myself.

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Characters in this story are loosely based upon the Batman Adventures animated show, since in the comics, Batman, Robin, Batgirl and Nightwing do not appear or work together.  Consider it a sort of Elseworlds-type story, not really set in any of the normal Bat realms.  My imagination does not necessarily work within the usual DC Comics realm.


Batgirl - Who, me?
by Steve Zink

Ever since donning the mantle of the bat a couple of years earlier, in order to take Batman's place at a rally in support of her arrested father, Police Commissioner James Gordon, Barbara had walked a tightrope in keeping him from finding out her alter ego.  The prematurely grey detective was cleared of the charges and brought back into action, which he relished.  James Gordon may have been in his mid-forties, but he had the physique of a fit twenty-year old.  He lived for the action of working the streets with his force.

Barbara Gordon was a petite redhead, with a figure to die for.  It gave her father great pleasure to see the way she had trained her body to be fit and well toned.  Her actual physique had probably been inherited from her late mother, who'd died while Babs was still a preschooler.  The small frame with which she was endowed was proportioned perfectly, with a tiny waist and nicely rounded hips.

It wasn't until she'd reached her junior year in high school that puberty struck Barbara hard, and it was at that time when her chest started to blossom to match the rest of her gorgeous body.  By the time she'd become Batgirl, the young woman was blessed with a 40-22-36 figure, her bounteous breasts filling DD cups.  Her costume showed off her figure nicely.

The cute redhead had great difficulty sneaking in and out of her ground floor bedroom window at the Gordon residence.  Her father wasn't deaf, and odd noises would lead him to her activities right away.  Batgirl had to forgo some missions, merely because her alter ego couldn't get away from her dad.  After she finished school and got a job at the library, Babs started working on persuading her father to let her move into her own domicile.  The young heroine had to bide her time, and watch her moves very carefully.

Finally getting her own apartment helped, since she no longer had to live under the same roof as her dad, but Batgirl now had the problem of getting in and out of her apartment without being discovered by her neighbors.  One of the bedrooms in Barbara's two bedroom flat was being utilized as her computer center, from which she could tap into any system in Gotham City, or beyond if necessary.  The other bedroom had more than just her bed in it.

The large walk-in closet in her bedroom had a huge, unused space behind it, and very conveniently, a ladder leading to ground level was only twelve feet to the right, along the inner wall.  Babs had a working permit drawn up in her computer, with all the appropriate signatures in place, to have a large enclosed room built in the blank area behind her closet.  The construction team were given the impression that the cute young redhead merely wanted a bigger closet in which to store her seemingly huge wardrobe.  Little did they know just how large Barbara Gordon's wardrobe actually was.

When the construction work was finished, Barbara herself rebuilt a thin wall at the back of her closet, in place of the one torn down by the workers.  A carefully hidden doorway was built into the right side of the wall, in the back right corner of the actual closet.  This door, when opened, would lead to the heroine's miniature Bat Cave.  A large rack was assembled, upon which her costumes could be hung.  A dressing table, with a brightly lit mirror on the wall above it, was against the outer wall, and a shelving unit was put in next to the costume rack for her wig and cowl collection.

The hardest part of the construction for her hideaway had been the skinny walkway Barbara had to install, leading from the doorway in the side of her unit along the wall to the ladder.  She put this walkway on hinges so that when it wasn't in use, it could be folded up and not lead any straying eyes directly from the ladder to her room.

Of course, the main reason that Barbara selected the complex into which she'd moved was that there was a lockable shed big enough for her motorcycle tucked away in the blank space on ground level.  All she would have to do when Batgirl was needed was to get into her little lair, change into her costume, open the door and lower the walkway, make her way to the ladder, then climb down two stories and walk forty feet to the concrete shed.  There was a restricted access alley behind the complex, which had a thin facing between it and the blank space, so a quick action set of doors was built for the Batcycle to go in and out of.

Batman and Robin were very well known among the members of the police force for being the disguise specialists in Gotham City.  Thanks to her taps into the Bat Computer, Babs knew that their disguises went well beyond costumes, however.  She knew the identities of all the members of the Bat team, and had been careful to make sure they did not know hers.  She'd been thinking about that as she continued to worry about her dad and his suspicions.

James Gordon did not become a Detective, and then eventually Police Commissioner, by being an unobservant fool.  Even with his daughter out from under his wing, he still lived close enough to her to see her for dinner and other affairs on a pretty regular basis.  He did wonder every now and then if Barbara was ever going to replace him with a younger man with whom to spend her time, but so far she seemed to be a loner.  What got his suspicions started long ago, therefore continued for the time being.  Ever since Batgirl had come on the scene, he had noticed a distinct pattern of disappearances of his daughter.

Every now and then, Jim would call to invite Barbara out for dinner, or to go to a movie, and she wouldn't be there to take the call.  At the same time, it usually turned out that some kind of action had taken place involving Batman and Robin, along with their female ally, Batgirl.  When Barbara started to notice a distinct pattern of behavior on her dad's part which showed a deep suspicion of her activities, she started to get a bit worried.  What could she do to take him off the track?

* * * * *

Bruce Wayne was what many young ladies in Gotham City, nay, all of the state...well, maybe even the whole country, thought to be the ultimate catch.  He was still young at 35, with a vital heart, and even more enticing, he was a multimillionaire with every chance of eventually becoming a billionaire.  He had a perfectly fit body, with neatly trimmed black hair, that many an Olympic athlete would crave, and it was easy to see why Bruce was a girl magnet.  He had to put on the false front of being a playboy dallying with many young women to keep any serious women from getting close to the truth of his existence.

The side of Bruce Wayne's life that had to be hidden from his playboy admirers was his dark side, the bane of villains everywhere, Batman.  When Bruce was a youngster, his parents had been shot in front of his face by a young hoodlum who would also show up later as Joker to give him lots of trouble.  The youngster was raised after their deaths by the family butler, Alfred Pennyworth, who ended up being more of an elder adviser than a butler to the young Mr. Wayne.

Throughout his early years of private schooling and tutoring, Bruce had been haunted by the vision of his parents being gunned down in front of him.  As he matured, he vowed to put his inherited money, his acquired intelligence and his hard earned muscular body into some way of avenging them.  Becoming Batman gave Bruce the way.

For the first year or so of his activities as Batman, Bruce was a loner.  He took in Dick Grayson, a young acrobat who'd lost his own parents to a contrived accident under the Big Top, almost out of pity in seeing how young Dick was going to go through the same hell he had.  It was inevitable that Dick would eventually find out about the activities taking place below the mansion in which he lived, and soon Robin joined Batman in operating from the Bat Cave.

Dick Grayson eventually had to move away from the Wayne estate to go to University, and it was shortly after graduation that the young man adopted a newer, more adult identity, Nightwing.  He stayed independent from Batman and the Wayne estate, operating both solo and occasionally in partnership with his old friend in fighting crime.

When Dick left the Mansion, Batman was once again operating alone.  This did not last for long, though, as a young lad named Jason Todd stumbled across the Bat Cave one day and, almost by default, was then trained to become the new Robin.  Jason's days as Robin did not last long, though.  He fell into the hands of Joker, the brilliant maniac who at one time earlier in his life had shot a couple of adults in an alleyway, but had to leave the kid behind alive so he could escape.  The villain had no respect for human life at all, and out of sheer joy at tormenting Batman, placed the young Mr. Todd in a shack that he then blew up.

Grief and a feeling of personal responsibility for Jason's death kept the Dark Knight as a solo operator again.  Soon after Nightwing came into action in Gotham City however, a young computer hacker named Tim Drake accidentally made his way into the computer in the Bat Cave.  In short order, Batman once again had another Robin to operate at his side.  The most interesting point about this was that Tim was so young, only fourteen when he first donned the red and green costume, and Bruce was getting so much older.  The age acquired wisdom and worldly ways of Bruce became a much-needed inspiration for the youngster.  Tim was an overachieving font of energy who absorbed all he could from Bruce, and at the same time, gave Bruce a younger, more alive viewpoint on matters.

So now, whenever the Bat Signal played upon the skies over Gotham City, there were usually at least two heroes answering the call.  Robin sometimes could not get away from his home because of homework or some other restriction caused by his dad, but usually made his way out of the house whenever the alert came from Batman.  Sometimes Nightwing happened upon the scene, either filling in for the missing Robin or occasionally making it a three man operation.  All three were more than a bit astounded to find that they eventually had a fourth partner, but it most definitely wasn't a four MAN operation.

Batgirl was looked upon by all three as a hindrance at first, just a well-built young woman in a costume trying to butt in.  Her intelligence, agility and eagerness to help, along with her good looks of course, soon made the Dominoed Dare Doll an accepted member of the Bat team.  She proved her worth the most when she was working with Batman, and/or any of the other guys, when their opponent was Catwoman, Poison Ivy, or any one of the other villainesses who frequented the bowels of Gotham.  It sometimes took the insight of a woman to defeat the opposing woman, and the Dark Knight Damsel proved to have an uncanny ability to work out what the bad girls were up to.  She almost seemed to be able to think the way they did.

Enough interest developed between the Dominoed Dare Doll and Nightwing that eventually they each broke down and shared all their secrets.  It was the sort of thing potential lovers did.

* * * * *

Since Barbara and Tim were both computer hackers, it followed that eventually the two would meet up in the line of their non-Bat work.  Robin eventually gained the confidence of Batgirl, and she let him become the only member of the Bat Team other than Nightwing to know her secret identity.  The two seemed to share something that drew grins occasionally during before and after battle sessions.  Though Barbara was ten years older than Tim, the two worked together easily.  It must have been the similar energy levels of their bodies that gave them the ability to stay at it, even when Batman was starting to show signs of fatigue in long engagements.  Even Nightwing, who started to view Batgirl as a lot more than just a fellow crimefighter, started to tire before the seemingly similarly aged Batgirl, and the young Robin.  Perhaps Mr. Grayson was partaking of a bit too much beer?

Barbara was on the computer one day, building up a database on supposedly secret 'black' weapons being developed for close-in combat, when Tim hacked in with his traditional, Yo!  Babs grinned, and put the data building on hold.  When Tim had her undivided attention, she zapped back a Hey! to him.  Thirty minutes of idle computer chat then took place, with Barbara laughing out loud at her end and Tim having to stifle the laughter at his house so that his dad didn't come checking on him.

In the middle of one guffaw, Babs had an inspiration, and waited for Tim to finish his latest missive.  She then asked him to meet her later that night on top of the WayneTech Building, presuming that the criminal element would cooperate by staying inactive.  Tim made the presumption that she meant in costume, because of the location, and Barbara got yet another chuckle.

Barbara was in luck that night, as the Bat Signal stayed dark, and no alarms were sounding anywhere in the city.  When Robin bounded into view, the heroine raised her golden yellow gloved right hand to high five him.  After exchanging a few more ribald comments, Batgirl took Robin by his shoulders and said, "Hold on.  I asked you to meet me here because I have a special favor to ask.  I did not trust even our secure computer lines for this.  Let's sit down."  An equipment locker on the roof provided a bench, and the two crime fighters took a seat.

"Now then," smiled Barbara, "I know that you and Batman must have made a breakthrough in some high-tech disguises during the past year.  I even found references in the Bat Computer to Batman being able to go undercover as a notorious, well-known madam at a brothel once.  Did you, yourself, ever do any disguises as a female?"

Robin grinned wide.  "A year ago, after I hit sixteen and Batman figured I was finally *mature* enough, he let me join him in undercover work," he told her.  "You know that time that Batman was the brothel madam?  Well, I was one of her young whores!  I really shouldn't be telling you this, but this scientist dude at the Wayne Institute made a breakthrough discovery in molecular memory."

"You're kidding!" Batgirl gasped.  "You were able to pass yourself off as a prostitute?  How?  And what's molecular memory?"  With all her work in tapping computers, Babs had never heard of the term.

"I never got to the point where any sex was involved," Robin replied with a grin.  "I'm not really sure I understand it, but in the Bat Cave, we have the prototype machine.  It kind of maps a person's body down to the molecular level.  It will only read living tissue, along with the not quite living stuff like hair, skin and fingernails, and with this data in memory, it can take another person and transform them into a perfect copy, as long as they have a similar mass.  But even though it can handle a person's basic nervous system, it can't go so far as to copy the brain itself; so when it copies one person's body onto another person, it leaves both brains alone."

The young crimefighter blushed a bit, then continued, "I became the identical twin of a teenaged whore a couple of years older than me, and Batman, the Madam.  The originals were kept sedated in the Bat Cave.  We found out which politicians were behind the vice and drugs in Gotham."  Tim chuckled, then added, "I wish I had kept some of the pictures to show you.  I got a kick out of them, but Batman was too embarrassed to hear of it!"

Barbara shook her head, saying, "Don't worry.  I'll take your word for it.  Since you have done a female part, at least once anyway, how would you like to do it one more time?"

Tim's eyes went wide.  "What do you have in mind?  I didn't have any problem in working with Batman before, but if I have to go out on my own, I'm not so sure."  He reached with his left hand, and placed it on her black sheathed right thigh.  "Would I be working with you?"

"No," she said, "at least, not directly.  I have a problem with my dad suspecting that Batgirl might be a part of his family.  I'm going to try and show him that his suspicions are groundless.  This invention sounds like a godsend!  How would you like to be Batgirl tomorrow evening, while I'm at dinner with my dad?"

"Gee, I don't know.  Trying to fill in as you might call for a pretty hefty acting job," he told her.  "Before, I had Batman with me, and was in a reasonably controlled situation.  What you're calling for sounds a bit more hairy!"  He looked more than a little bit scared.

"Oh, come on!" Batgirl argued.  "You could do it, I know you could.  You've got the balls...well, maybe for tomorrow night, you wouldn't want them, hee, hee," she giggled.  "You know you have the ability to pull this off without a hitch!  It's only for a couple of hours!"

A revelation suddenly dawned upon the young man.  "Hey, we could do this!  You and I are almost the same height, and I'm not a whole lot bigger than you in physical proportions.  But then," Tim snickered, "you do seem to be a lot bigger than me in a few dimensions!"  He was thinking, 'How would it feel to have *boobs* like hers, and actually *be* the famous female crime fighter?'

Babs said between laughs, "I don't want even Batman to know what's going down, so is there any way you could sneak me into the Bat Cave to take my image, or whatever?"

Tim was now getting excited.  It appealed to his adventurous spirit.  "Not a problem.  Batman is out of town for a few days, on some kind of mission with the Justice League.  We can go right now!  I'd have to blindfold you, though, 'til we get into the cave."

"That's great!  I was worried that I'd have to scrounge up some yellow boots or get a custom set made in your size, but it looks like you'll be the same size as me.  And since you've had experience in wearing a hooker's heels, I guess you won't have any problem in these boots," the heroine told him as she lifted her own right foot, which had a four-inch spike heel projecting from it.

Tim laughed, "Piece of cake!  My whore shoes had real fuck me heels, sexy stilettos six inches high!"

"Oh, wow!" Batgirl enthused.  "I've only worn six-inch heels a few times, but don't ask me where or when.  I'd be too embarassed to tell you..."

Robin could have sworn it looked like Batgirl was blushing under her mask and cowl.  "Okay, I won't ask...but now you've got my imagination working in overdrive!"

"Keep it that way!  Let's get going now," the Dark Knight Damsel suggeted.

After a quick stop was made at Barbara's apartment, the pair were soon in the Bat Cave.  Tim had alerted Alfred while they were on the way that he was going to do some research, so the caretaker was not alarmed when he saw the indications of activity down below.  'That boy,' he thought.  'No matter what hour, always trying to learn more.  Master Bruce was never this enthusiastic!'

Babs looked around in awe after the strap was removed from her eyes.  Though she'd heard tales and seen computer information, she'd never before witnessed with her own eyes the marvels of modern technology hidden away in the Bat Cave.  She could see where Bruce Wayne spent his millions.  After a brief tour, Tim led her to the machine.  He went around to the operator console as she stripped out of her costume, her host wishing he had a monitor to watch.  Feeling just a bit queasy, Barbara stepped under the scanner and felt a tingle that seemed to penetrate every fiber of her being.  Tim then read the dials.

"It'll work!" he called out.  "Our masses are close enough, and the machine can now make a copy of you."  Barbara knew now how pointless it was to worry about her nudity with a person that would soon share her body, and just walked right around the unit to peck Tim with a light kiss.  He blustered, but then looking over her closely, thought it would be weird; tomorrow, he would actually *be* Batgirl!

After putting her costume back on, Barbara handed Tim a sack which she'd filled during the stop at her apartment.  "Here, this is something for you to wear tomorrow.  Dress as best you can in these.  Tomorrow after school, get to the Bat Cave to make your transformation, then come to my apartment.  Find some way to clear it with your dad for you to be out tomorrow night."

"Okay.  I think I can work up some lame excuse like a club meeting or something.  I've had a lot of experience in coming up with excuses for being out of the house!  I can't wait!  Watch for me!"

* * * * *

Barbara Gordon made quick time in getting back to her apartment.  She was very nervous, hoping she was doing the right thing and not getting Tim into any trouble.  She decided to just take a quick drive to nowhere, thinking it might relax her.  One lightning fast change from skintight black and golden yellow to a blue cotton pullover over figure hugging jeans later, the redhead was a good looking young woman instead of a costumed crime fighter.  She brushed out her shorter red hair after pulling off the longer wig and tied some sneakers onto her feet.  Emerging from the door in the back of her closet, she grabbed a light jacket to ward off the chill setting in as the night deepened.

Driving almost on reflex, Barbara just meandered about.  On an impulse, she made a turn and somehow found herself in an unfamiliar section of the city.  Her car approached a shoe store with an empty parking lot, and something made her want to stop there.  When she entered the otherwise empty shop, the shoe clerk smiled at her.

"Miss Gordon, isn't it?"

"How did you know my name?" she asked, puzzled.

He laughed.  "Your picture has been in the papers, hasn't it?"

She shrugged.  That had to be it.  Babs had been at her father's side during a number of awards ceremonies.  She then caught sight of the footwear.  Great, sexy looking footwear.  Scanning the arrayed pairs of shoes and boots, the redhead muttered to herself, "Geez, now I know where Catwoman gets her boots.  Look at these things..."

She was drawn to one pair in particular -- an attractive pair of shiny red vinyl boots with what looked like at least six-inch stiletto heels.  The intrigued young lady lifted one to inspect it.  Babs saw that though it had laces up the front for effect, it also had a zipper down the inner side for easy on and off.  When she looked at the bottom of the sole, and saw the price of $125.00 on the tag, marked down from $300.00, she whistled and then said, "I've just got to get these!"

The clerk happened to walk up at just that moment, and said, "Do you like those boots, ma'am?  They set off your hair nicely.  Would you like me to see if we have them in your size?"

Barbara handed him the boot so that he could get the model number from the tag, and said, "Yes, please.  I fell in love when I first saw them.  I wear a size 7."

He took the boot, got the number, and then set it back down with its mate.  "Size 7?  I'll go check.  Hang on a minute."

While the clerk was hunting, Babs looked around some more.  She found a pair of thigh high vinyl boots with an inside zip that stretched to fit, and the sign next them said they were available in a number of colors.  The impressed shopper made a mental note in her photographic memory to come back at some point and check out the supply of these in her size.  She was just picking up a pair of black ballet toed ankle boots when the clerk came out of the back room with two boxes in his hands.  She set them back down and turned to greet him.

"Looks like you found them," Babs said.  "What's with the two boxes?  Do you want me to try on different sizes or something?"

Motioning to the seat, the clerk told her, "Oh, heaven forbid, ma'am.  If you say you're a size 7, I'm sure you are.  Boots have more leeway in size than shoes, anyway.  I found your boots in red, like you wanted, and also in black.  I brought them both, just in case I could persuade you to take them both.  Why not try on the red ones, just to make sure?"

Barbara grinned, and said, "Well, I suppose my plastic is in shape to take a beating.  Why not!  And yes, please pass me the red ones."

He smiled charmingly.  "Why not, indeed!"

She untied the laces on her sneakers, then Babs pulled them off and set them aside.  The clerk lifted the red boots from the box, then unzipped each and pulled the stiffeners from the insides.  He then knelt in front of the redhead and slipped her right foot into the boot and zipped it up.  The left boot soon followed.  'I just love the tight feel these have, clinging to my calves.  It's hard to believe how easily my feet fit in these boots!  They seem to caress my feet like no other shoes or boots have before.  They feel so comfortable, and on such incredibly high heels, too!'

As the clerk leaned back, still in a crouch, Babs stood.  Her jeans fell back down to cover the boots down to her ankles, but the heels made her feel so good.  The increase in height she took on made her feel regal.  The four-inch heels on her golden yellow costume boots were oh so lame compared to these.

"These boots feel divine!" she told him.  "Am I ever glad that you brought out the black ones, also."  As she started to take a few steps in her unbelievably high heels, Barbara quivered ever so slightly for a moment, then got her bearings and minced with short steps over to a vertical mirror.  She couldn't see the way the stilettos made her ass and hips wiggle in a much sexier manner.

The clerk rose while she was walking like a whore on the prowl, and whistled.  "You do look like a goddess in those boots, ma'am.  I'm glad you like them."

Babs twisted and turned in the mirror, admiring the shape coming out from below her jeans.  "Like them?  I love them!  Would you please put my sneakers in that box?  I'm going to wear these home!"

As the clerk reached down for the sneakers, he smiled and said, "Wonderful, step on over to the register and I'll take care of you.  Just don't look at your black ones until you get home; I wouldn't want you to get distracted while you're driving!"

After the happy young lady left the shop gloating over her great boots, and what a steal they had been, the clerk's smile widened and took on a satanic sneer.  "Enjoy your boots, my dear Batgirl.  I think they will broaden your life -- yes, I think you will find them very exciting!  Very exciting, indeed!"

Barbara had to be careful on the drive back to her apartment.  The angle her feet were at compared to the gas pedal was quite a bit different from anything she'd done before.  She just couldn't get over the feelings she got from the boots.  They were just divine.  After parking her Toyota in the designated spot for her apartment, the eager young woman stepped out and proceeded to walk across the pavement.  In her new boots, she noticed that she did indeed have to take shorter steps, but that meant even more clicks of the heels on the pavement.  She just loved it!  Disregarding the elevator, the redhead decided to walk up the stairs to the second floor.

Once inside, Babs went to her desk and picked up a ruler.  On the way back to the couch, she passed her phone and saw the blinking answer light.  Setting the ruler down, she made sure the volume was turned up and then pressed the play button.  "Hi, Babs, it's dad.  I hope you haven't gone and made other plans for tomorrow evening.  I'm still looking forward to treating you to a dinner at Maxie's.  Call me when you get in.  Bye!"  Picking up the phone and the ruler, Barbara made her way to the couch and sat down.  She punched the phone number for her dad, then stuck the phone between her chin and her shoulder.

While listening to the bell ringing at her dad's end, Babs put the ruler against the heel of her left boot.  She was just getting ready to whistle and say, "Six and a half inches!" when her dad said, "Gordon residence."

So instead she had to say, "Hi, daddy!  It's me, Babs.  I just got your message."

"Are you still meeting me for dinner tomorrow night?"

"Yes, I wouldn't miss it for the world.  I've made sure to arrange everything else around it."  She smiled, thinking about how she would trick her dad.

"Okay, great.  I won't bother to ask where you were earlier when I called.  You're a woman with your own life to live, and I hope you were having some fun."

Thinking that he must have thought Batgirl was out in action again, Babs then thought to herself, 'You don't want to now what kind of fun I was having,' then said, "Oh, you worry too much.  I can take care of myself!  I was just out shopping, and bought the most divine boots!"

Knowing just how well Batgirl could take care of herself, Jim said, "I know, sweetheart.  I just worry sometimes that you might be getting in over your head.  See you tomorrow!"

"Good night, daddy!  Love you!"

"Love you, too.  Bye bye."

Babs heard the click in the phone line, and set it down on the couch.  She picked up the lighter of the two boot boxes.  She took her sneakers out, then unzipped her new red boots.  Rezipping and then folding each boot in half, she put them in the box, then put her sneakers back on.  She gathered up the boxes, grabbed her jacket, then went to the closet in her bedroom.  The jacket went on a hanger, then Barbara reached behind it to open the doorway.

Flipping on the light switch as she entered her hideaway, Babs then walked over to the dressing table and set down the two boxes.  The red boots were taken from their box, and then stood up on the rack next to her other boots, adding to the collection.  Then, as soon as the lid was opened on the other box and the paper pulled away, the sight of the black boots flooded her mind with new personality and knowledge info placed into them by Wizard at the shoe store.  She shook her head as if to free it from some intruder, then settled back down with a grin on her lips.  She pulled the stiffeners out of these boots, but before she set them on the rack with the others, the enthralled redhead had an idea.  "I wonder," she muttered.

She set the black boots on the dressing table, and pulled off her sneakers.  Barbara then stripped out of her regular clothes.  She even took off her bra, because she didn't want it to show.  The almost entranced redhead walked over to the costume rack, and took down a long sleeved black lycra spandex leotard with high cut French legs.  She also grabbed a pair of suntan shaded glossy pantyhose, some black fishnet tights, and her elbow length black gloves.

She sat at her dressing table, then Babs slid on the hose, bringing the waist up past her own.  She loved this brand of hose for the way they made her legs shine.  Over these she pulled on the fishnets, and the effect of the hose below them was just what she'd hoped it would be.

She then stood, and slipped her legs through the bottom of the sexy leotard.  As she pulled the it up over her torso, the French cut legs showed almost all of her hips, reaching almost to her waist.  Barbara felt the leotard pulling in her stomach and waist.  The deep V in front showed off her abundant chest nicely, with plenty of nicely rounded cleavage showing.  It was made of a special brand of spandex that the heroine had nabbed from Catwoman after one of their escapades, sort of a fortunes of war type thing.  She'd made the leotard a few months earlier, and this was the first time she'd gotten around to trying it on.

Barbara then slid her feet into the black boots for the first time.  She noticed the same electrifying feeling she'd observed when trying on the red ones at the shop.  'They just feel so divine!  No, not divine...wicked!  Delightfully wicked.  The red ones made me look like a goddess, but this pair makes me look like a demoness!'  Confusion clouded the young woman's mind.  'Wicked?  Demoness?  Where did those thoughts come from?'  She did feel somehow quite different from her normal, rational self.

Barbara stood, then took short, regal steps to her wig rack.  She picked up her wig cap and pulled it on over her short red hair, tucking it all in.  Next to her long red Batgirl wig was a waist length black wig originally obtained for her disguise collection but left unused so far.  She picked it up off the wig stand and placed it over her head.  The now more fully entranced young woman then went back to her dressing table and sat down, carefully placing her hair behind the seat.  'Why do I feel like I'm not really in control, more like I'm on autopilot?'

She got out her makeup kit, and with a black eyebrow pencil started working over her red eyebrows until they were charcoal black.  A black eyeshadow was used, and a black eyeliner completed the effort of surrounding her eyes in black.  Now even more altered in appearance, her mind knew there was no way her name could be Babs or Barbara, that name was just so nice and good...which she most definitely wasn't.  To make herself look even more wicked, the nameless demoness reached for a makeup brush, and shaded her cheeks with a deep rouge.  She applied ruby red lipstick to her lips, then coated them with a lipgloss sealer.  The much changed woman licked her lips, then blotted them.  She looked into the mirror, and thought, 'I know this is a disguise, but who am I?  I don't recognize myself!'

Almost without any control now, the mind inside the evil ebony themed form and outfit searched for her name, she just had to have one.  Then it came her.  'Katty...yes, that's who I am...the catty Katrina Gordon.'  Katty stood up and pulled the gloves over her hands and arms.  She walked over to the cowl rack and reached with a black clad hand for an evil looking black domino mask.  It had been another war prize from Catwoman, one the Feline Felon had worn a few years earlier with an older costume.  She placed the mask over her eyes, noting the way the eyeholes covered all the skin around her eyes so that the black eyeshadow met black mask in one uniform blend and the extensions at each end rose up to be cat ears.  She reached behind her head, lifted her hair up, and pulled the elastic of the mask up and over it.  After letting her hair fall back down over the band, she took a brush and combed it out.

When she took a look at herself in the mirror and the magic applied to the boots by Wizard playing the role of the store clerk took full effect, the black clad vixen said, "I know who I am!  I am so much more than just the slutty nympho whore called Katty, I am evil incarnate!  I am Catgirl!  Meowwwwwwrrrrrrrrrr!!"

The young villainess went through Batgirl's utility belt, looking for items she could utilize.  She then went through the drawers of the weapons locker and found a few more.  One more of Catwoman's old toys was added to her armory, a twenty foot long bullwhip.  Catgirl wrapped the whip around her waist, and then up and over a shoulder, then back down and through the binding around her waist.

She found a wide black belt in Batgirl's disguise collection, and a small black hand purse.  The purse was strung onto the belt, and then the belt was put in place over her hips, well below her waist.  The gadgets she'd nabbed from Batgirl's utility belt and weapons drawer were then placed into the purse, now a weapons kit on her hip.

Barbara Gordon should have been more careful.  The feelings she'd noticed earlier in the evening while wearing the red boots, making her feel so regal and proud, should have warned her.  Then, using materials originally belonging to Catwoman, added to the intoxicating magical effect of the black boots, had combined with the nearly criminal mind that made Batgirl so effective, to alter her personality completely.  Babs was no longer a heroine, nor did she even have that name anymore.  Katrina Gordon was now a promiscuous whore with no morals and her alter ego Katty was the most evil of villainesses.

The yong Feline Felon made her way to the doorway leading out of the hideaway and flipped down the walkway.  Her well-trained and agile body had no problem getting to the ladder, and Catgirl quickly made her way down to ground level.  She took one look at the Batcycle, and scowled.  Fortunately for her, Barbara had a second bike on hand, just for emergencies when the Batcycle might be out of service.  The villainess took the jet black Yamaha out of the shed, and wheeled it to the doorway.  She wanted to make damned sure nobody saw her leaving.

Catgirl saw nothing after she poked her head through the swinging doors.  She eased the bike onto the street, then climbed onto it and cranked it up.  The muffling system installed on all the Bat bikes and potential Bat bikes gave her a speed demon that hardly made a sound.  The few people who looked up upon hearing a soft whispering sound were greeted with the sight of an incredibly sexy, black clad vixen with coal black hair streaming behind her head as she sped down the road.

At first, Catgirl was driving her cycle aimlessly, thinking she would just hit a target of opportunity.  Then a sudden urge struck her, and she made a sharp right turn.  The wicked villainess brought the black Yamaha to a halt behind the Gotham Diamond Exchange.  Reaching into her weapons kit, she extracted a spray bottle of acid.  The area around the handle dissolved, giving her the ability to hit the locking mechanism itself with the acid.

In no time, Catgirl had the door open and was slinking in softly, keeping her heels from clicking, until she was sure no guards were on hand.  With none in sight, she pranced more casually, proudly making her incredibly high heels announce her progress.  When she found the display case holding the collection on loan from the Prince of Monaco, the feline femme fatale stopped.

She pulled a glass cutter from the weapons kit, then made a hole in the display case.  Reaching in with her black clad right hand, Catgirl gingerly picked up the only item there without any diamonds on it, a Cat's Eye Jade, which stood out among the rest.  She nabbed a diamond encrusted, four-inch long Persian Cat, a brooch in the shape of a cat's head that was ringed with diamonds, and a diamond necklace with a ruby tiger attached.  These were placed into a soft packet, then inseted into her weapons kit.

Just as she was turning to leave the building, Catgirl heard the clash of alarms going off.  She had to hurry.  Just before she got to the door, the villainess heard a shout, "Halt!  Stand where you are, and don't move!"

She had no intention of doing so, and stepped behind a pillar adjacent to the door.  As the guard approached, Catgirl unraveled the whip from around her body and jumped out in front of him.  At just that moment, every light in the building came on and the guard saw the image of a black demoness.  She flexed her arm, and the whip came crashing against the gun in his right hand.

"I don't think you'll be wanting to use that toy, little boy!" the wicked young villainess in black yelled out.  "I've got what I want, so I'm going to get out of your hair.  If anyone wonders who the black demoness was in the pictures that I'm sure are being taken right now, tell them that Catgirl was here.  Meowwwwrrrrrrrrr!!"  On that note, she slipped out the door and made her way back to the bike.  She was gone, on a whispering comet, before anyone even looked outside.

* * * * *

Catgirl made her way back to her lair via a roundabout route, just in case anyone had spotted her.  Satisfied that she was unobserved, the young villainess parked the bike in the shed, then climbed back up the ladder.  At the top, she again flipped down the walkway, then proudly pranced back to her lair.  She opened the doorway and entered, without raising the walkway.

She hid all her loot inside a shoe box under the table, except for the Cat's Eye Jade.  This Catgirl decided to mount at the bottom of the deep and wide V formed on the front of her leotard.  After it was in place, her eyes became glued to it, as if they were entranced.  She briefly became one of the most malevolently garbed mannequins ever seen, but after a few minutes, nodded her head as if coming to a realization.  She then started to disrobe, carefully putting all of the weapons back where she'd found them, and all the costume parts back in place on the rack and shelves.

Back in Barbara's clothes, Katty then left her lair to go back into her apartment.  The black makeup was washed away from her eyes, but the rouge on her cheeks and the lipstick were forgotten.

Katty then went to bed, since it was midnight and she was getting tired.  Luckily, Barbara had reset her alarm clock the morning before after shutting it off, and so, the occupant of the bed was going to be roused from her slumber in less than six hours.  What she didn't know though, was that the items that gave her an existence only did so while being worn.  The wicked young woman didn't know that she would not wake up.

As the short slumber began, Katty's mind went to sleep.  This allowed the original mind in her body to come back into play.  Barbara was troubled by some fascinating nightmares that evening.  She kept seeing herself as an evil villainess, creating havoc and working alongside her partner, Catwoman.  The tone of the nightmares eventually faded, and when the alarm brought the redhead out of her slumber, she rubbed her eyes and wondered why she still felt so tired.  After she reset her alarm clock for the next morning, Babs slipped her legs out from under the covers and dropped them over the side of her bed.  She put off the tiredness as a side effect of the bad nightmares she'd had.  She remembered tossing and turning, but couldn't recall any of the details.

When Barbara slipped into the bathroom to relieve herself and take her morning shower, she noted the extreme makeup on her cheeks and lips.  "Strange, I don't recall going out last night," she said to herself.  It should have made more of an impact on her.  She ignored it, and took a shower to start her day.  She was looking forward to the afternoon and evening.

* * * * *

Tim Drake went directly home after the meeting with Batgirl.  His next day at school was typical.  None of the classes came close to challenging him, and he had to fight off the boredom that kept creeping in.  The after-school games and team practices were skipped out on, as he sometimes did.  The youngster missed them so often that his absence didn't even raise any eyebrows anymore.  If they'd known that Robin was out on duty all those times Tim was gone, maybe somebody might have said something.  The hero was careful, however, to avoid any references to the Boy Wonder at school.

As he'd done on a number of occasions, Tim proceeded home and changed into his costume.  The red top with short, billowing green sleeves over green tights, with a cape that was gold on the inside and blue on the outside, was a big improvement over the old Robin costume, the young hero thought.  He even considered his leg coverings as tight fitting pants, not tights; after all, they were heavily lined with Kevlar armor, along with the rest of the costume.  How could anyone consider Kevlar as tights?

Sneaking out of his house as easily as he'd snuck in, Tim made his way to the hidden Redbird, his own personal Batcycle.  After sliding the red helmet over his head, he made sure all the com links were working by setting up the Gotham City police channel.  Just as it was concluding, he caught a reference to a heist the night before by Catgirl.  "Catgirl?" he wondered aloud.  He'd have to check up on that later.  Once he was zipping down the highway, Robin keyed in the Bat Cave on the radio.

Robin called in to Alfred.  "I'm going to need to come into the cave and do some work in the Bat Computer."

Alfred set the alarms to watch for the Redbird, and then told Robin, "Have fun, young sir."

After parking the Redbird next to the Batmobile, Robin took off his helmet and set it on the seat.  The first thing he did was to boot up the computer, just in case Alfred came checking, then he proceeded to the molecular modifier.  He undressed, then did a scan to store his own image in it; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to switch back to himself.  That had been impressed upon him by Batman!  When that was done, he set the machine for Babs' body, and feeling both excited and scared, he activated the process.  Every part of his body seemed alive with excitement, and he trembled.  He passed out for just a moment, then SHE came to.

"That was weird!" Tim said -- and she knew Barbara's voice well enough to know that it was Barbara she'd just heard talking.  Sure enough, the computer confirmed that for her.  To cover her tracks, she then erased from the computer's memory any reference to the actions she'd just taken.  The disc with Tim's physical makeup on it was hidden in his rack of computer game discs.

Tim just couldn't help herself.  She went to a mirror.  A grinning Barbara Gordon stared back out at her.  Her magnificent, huge tits were tingling and jiggling.  Feeling guilty, the new woman played with them!  She couldn't believe the sensations being felt as she tweaked her nipples.  'That felt great!  Babs will never know!'  She saw her beautiful face filled with passion in the mirror.  'Can this really be me?!'  Reluctantly, the redhead's twin stopped -- she had to get to Babs' place like he'd promised.  She grinned with luscious lips.  'I'll have plenty of time for that later, yes sir!'

Tim then asked the computer to access any data collected from the GCPD on the heist heard about earlier.  She told it to specifically key in on the name, Catgirl.  In moments, the computer was pouring out police reports about the break in, the goods stolen, and pictures taken at the scene by security cameras.  She had to admit, the vixen being seen in the pictures sure looked wicked enough, almost like a younger version of Catwoman.  The report said she called herself Catgirl, so maybe there was some connection.  Nothing else was available, since the culprit had disappeared right away, without any trace.

Feeling silly, Tim started dressing in the clothes Babs had dropped off the day before.  She wished now that a look at what was in the bag had been done at that time.  Putting the outfit on was awkward at first, but she soon got the hang of it.  The simple parts were the lacy white bra, black panty not much more than a G-string and shiny taupe pantyhose which proved easy thanks to her role playing from the year before.  Babs must have wanted to tease her, because she had picked out a short black leather miniskirt, a tight, provocatively low cut red blouse, and four-inch heeled red shoes.  "I'll get her for this," she vowed in laughing embarrassment.  She put Robin's helmet back on over her now lush, thick red hair, strapped herself onto the Redbird, then zipped out of the Bat Cave.  The trip to Barbara's apartment gave no indication that anything at all was happening that afternoon in Gotham.

* * * * *

Break to a high cost high rise in downtown Gotham.  Inside one of the penthouse suites, we see a woman with a long, raven mane and the ultimate in voluptuous bodies, soaking in a bubble bath in an antique stand alone bathtub.  This woman was at least one other interested party that caught the notice about the robbery the night before by Catgirl.  Selina Kyle was enjoying her soak when the news on the TV broke to the robbery story.  When she heard about the heist on a target that she herself had planned on hitting, Catwoman took notice.  She sat bolt upright in the tub, her eyes and ears glued to the TV set.

"Catgirl?  Who the hell is Catgirl?" she screamed, loud enough to scare away two of her pet kitties that were sleeping in the bathroom doorway.  The image she saw that was taken from the security cameras made her grin.  "At least the young upstart has got the body and the costume to fit the name!"  Catwoman would have to watch for any more appearances of her namesake.

In what may or may not be a shoe store, a man heard the same news, and smiled with satisfaction as he rubbed his hands together.  It looked like Barbara Gordon was enjoying her purchases.  That was good.  Very Good.  He was also aware of what the elder feline felon was expressing, and would have to make a few changes in her her attitudes.

* * * * *

Barbara heard references to the robbery all day, first while eating breakfast, and later via radio and TV newscasts.  Her reference desk at the library had a complete communications center, all at her own insistence after getting the job.  Besides a number of computers, there were radios, TV's, faxes, photocopiers and scanners.  She had programmed one of the VCR's to tape any broadcast with mention of the heist.  When the redhead first caught a view of the pictures taken of Catgirl, she whistled, and thought to herself, 'Damn, that villainess is a really sexy but vicious looking character.'

Babs committed the image to her photographic memory, but somehow failed to see the connection between what the vixen was wearing and some costume parts in her own inventory, or even the image she'd seen in her own mirror the night before.  Perhaps if the camera angle had shown the parts of Catgirl below her knees, she'd have at least recognized the boots.  Then again, they were readily available boots.  Or were they?

Barbara's day went more or less slowly, other than the news about the new villainess.  She went over to Police HQ on her lunch break, to see if her dad had anything more on Catgirl than what the news media had put out.  She explained her interest to him as merely a natural curiosity about events transpiring.  Over a quick bite in the HQ cafeteria, Jim told his daughter that the only thing they knew about it that the news people hadn't mentioned, was that Catgirl had escaped on a very quiet motorcycle.

Another tidbit added to Barbara's personal data field, but still she failed to make any connection with known quiet motorcycles.  It would probably be asking too much for her to see the entire picture as a self portrait.  After all, she knew who she was -- didn't she?

Back at her apartment later in the day, Babs waited anxiously for Tim to arrive.  She figured on the time school got out, then added a bit for a trip to the Bat Cave.  But she had no idea how fast the machine worked -- or if it would work at all!

Her ringing doorbell brought Babs out of her reverie.  She went to answer it, and opened the door to *herself*!  Intellectually, she had been expecting it, but it was still an emotional jolt to come face to face with herself!

Tim grinned with her lips.  "Hello, Avon calling.  My name is Barbara Gordon, miss.  May I ask to see the lady of the house?"

Babs giggled.  It was unreal.  "My name is mud!" she answered.  "Thanks!  My God, if I didn't know I was me, I would swear that you were Barbara Gordon," she sighed, staring at her gaudily dressed double.  "Well then, let's get you into costume, girl!  We're sure cutting it close on time," she added.  "I hope we can get finished in time for me to get to my dinner date."

Barbara's twin smiled and told her, "Not to worry!  I'm sure we can get me into costume by 6.  Hey, did you hear about Catgirl?"

"That's the only significant news coming out today," Babs answered.  "The pictures I saw of her make that vixen look deadly, and from the report of the guard who saw her in person, she seems to be pretty gutsy.  I have to wonder what the connection is between her and Catwoman."

"I checked the Bat Computer while I was in the Cave, and it had no more than the news broadcasts.  She looked pretty sexy to me, besides being mean and nasty," Tim told her.  "She bore a striking resemblance to an earlier file photo of Catwoman, taken many years ago.  Think maybe they're related?"

Barbara looked her in the eyes, and said, "I doubt Catwoman is old enough to have a daughter looking like Catgirl.  I've been up close and personal with Catwoman on a number of occasions, and she doesnt strike me as being an older lady.  No, I think there is some other, more dire background to Catgirl."

Tim had never been to Barbara's apartment before, even though she knew about it through computer records checked in the past.  She had no idea how Babs could be Batgirl and operate out of the apartment as she saw it.  The original of the two redheads took her twin into the computer center in the second bedroom, and Tim's mouth fell agape, but before she had a chance to say anything or get her hands on any of the keyboards, Barbara yanked her by an arm and then led her into her bedroom.  "Don't you think I'm a little young for this?" she joked, as Babs led her past her bed.

"Still a virgin?" Babs asked.  "I thought that with the rampant morals in the high schools these days that you'd've been laid many times by now!"

Tim was pretty sure Barbara didn't know about Stephanie, his girlfriend who was soon to give birth, but since it wasn't known yet just who the baby's father was, she kept her mouth shut and just grinned with a shit eating grin.  "Why, you little..." Babs giggled, as she reached into the back of her closet.

Tim was a bit surprised when she saw Barbara disappear into the back of her closet, but recovered quickly and figured that she was supposed to follow her.  Pushing some hangered blouses and jackets aside, she saw the hatchway and stepped through.  Once again, her mouth took the shape of an 'O' as she took in the sheer amount of costume supplies, weapons kits, and other feminine paraphernalia in the mini, feminine version Bat Cave.  "Welcome to my own little part of the Bat world!" her hostess proclaimed.

"Wow, you really are well equipped here," Tim said.  "I don't even want to think of how you hid this in your dad's house before you moved."

Babs chuckled.  "Believe me, you don't want to know.  Now, let's get going here.  Go ahead and strip down to your birthday suit."

Tim hesitated for just a second, then figured, 'Well, after all, it's her body, and she sees it every day!'

Barbara was doing a quick visual assessment as more and more of Tim's physique became apparent.  'It's true!  The machine has worked perfectly, and Tim is actually exactly like me physically.  I wonder if he's made any mental changes as well.  Anyway, right now, she's one hell of a beautiful woman, if I do say so myself!'

Babs knew she'd have to apply the makeup, since Tim probably didn't remember anything of it from the year before.  She started with a basic foundation, thankful that her twin's complexion was identical to her own.  This was then powdered, and blush applied to her cheeks.  Babs worked the blush carefully to blend the shapes of Tim's face into a beautiful vision.  Batgirl was going to look stunning, as usual.

When wearing her mask, Barbara almost always wore electric blue eyeshadow, so Tim's eyelids and the area below her eyebrows were worked over.  She did up her lashes with a black mascara, then used a black pencil to line the lids.  The traditional fire engine red lipstick was applied to her lips, lined with a maroon pencil, then sealed with a lip gloss.  When she was finished, Barbara was looking at a live version of what she normally saw as a reflection while getting changed.

Babs grabbed the nearest wig cap from the shelf and pulled it over Tim's head.  She tucked the loose strands of red hair up under it, then pulled down her Batgirl wig.  This wig was the same color as her own hair, but fell in waves to just below her shoulder blades.  Knowing that Tim could handle the brushing, Ms. Gordon gave her the brush while she went to get the bat unitard.

When she pulled the hanger from the rack with the black modified spandex suit on it, Barbara saw the black leotard hanging next to it, with the Cat's Eye Jade glowing.  For an instant, her eyes were locked to it, and Katty softly said, "Yesss..."

Tim thought she heard Babs say something to her, and said, "Babs?  I'm sorry, did you say something?"

Tim broke the Jade's hold on her, and Barbara shook her head, blinking.  "What did you say?  I missed it."

Tim figured Babs must have been in another world, and couldn't know how correct she'd been, when she said, "Oh, nothing.  I thought I heard you say something to me as you were pulling the suit off the rack."

Barbara looked at the hanger in her left hand with the bat unitard on it, and the hanger in her right hand with the leotard on it, and wondered why she was holding both.  She hung the leotard back up, and pulled the bat costume off its hanger.

Barbara pulled down the zipper on back, then handed it to Tim.  Her twin slid first her left leg, then her right, into the legs of the suit.  The next step was to pull it up, smoothing the material on her legs as she went.  The material felt even more silky than the hose she'd worn the year before, and she said, "Wow, what is this material?  It feels awesome!"

Babs put on a wide grin, and said, "That's a material which was developed as a teasing device by Catwoman.  It clings to the skin like spandex, but massages and stimulates the skin to bring on a truly amazing feeling.  You're gonna love it when it is covering your whole body, and not just your legs.  I find that it makes me faster and keeps the adrenaline up!"

Tim slipped her arms into the sleeves, then worked to center the golden yellow bat over her huge breasts.  Barbara was starting to reach behind her to pull up the zipper, when she surprised her and did it all by herself.  'Tim's arms seem to know what to do,' she thought.

Tim sort of wiggled as she felt the material working her skin, and said, "You mean you go into action with this suit giving you a massage every time?"

"Yeah, don't you just love it?"

While Tim was straightening out her hair over her back, Barbara was struck by the fact that she was watching Batgirl get dressed.  The work they'd done had paid off.  "Well, Batgirl," she said, "what would you like to put on next, your boots or your gloves?"

Tim picked up on the reference real quick, and said, "The boots, please.  I want the dexterity of my fingers to work with before putting on the gloves."

"From here on, try to start thinking of yourself as a female, not a male," Babs told her.  "You'll find it making the disguise that much easier.  That machine really has made you into a perfectly normal, 100% female person who happens to be identical to me, with your mind being the only part of you that seems to be male.  So if there's any way you can align how you're thinking to your present body, it would make this so much better.  Also, as you'll soon see, those gloves have all the dexterity of your own fingertips."  Her twin started to move her legs and arms in a more feminine manner.  'God, she's moving so much like myself -- Batgirl! -- it's unreal!'

"Would you hand me my boots, please," she asked.  Babs was still a bit stunned, but handed the boots to Tim.  She sat down on the seat and slipped first one, then the other foot into the golden yellow boots.  The zippers were pulled closed, and Batgirl felt her calves fit into their feminine shape perfectly.  Barbara handed her the golden yellow gloves next, and these were pulled onto her arms, with a moment spent in straightening out the bat scalloping on the outer, lower edges.  Barbara was marveling at the way Tim was doing it just the way she normally did.

Babs picked up the golden yellow utility belt to pass it to Batgirl, and wondered why one of the compartments was open.  She couldn't remember using it recently, and never left them open, regardless.  "Whatever," she mumbled to herself, and closed the lid without checking for what should have been inside, then passed it to Batgirl.  The rapidly becoming complete heroine strung it around her hips, well below her waist.  She sincerely hoped she would not find a use for the utility belt that evening.

Babs took hold of the golden yellow inside and blue outside butt length cape and passed it to Batgirl, who noticed that her fingers had no problem handling it, just as Babs had predicted.  She clipped it to her shoulders, then swished her hair back out over it.

"Now for the crowning touch!" Barbara exclaimed.  "Your cowl, Batgirl!" she said while handing the black headpiece over.  Tim threaded her hair through the slot in back, then pulled it up and over her head.  The bottom was pulled down to her throat, where Velcro attachments hooked it to the back of the cowl.  When the bottom was tucked into the top of the suit, the Dominoed Dare Doll was in full costume.

"My dear, you look outstanding!" Barbara said.  "I could retire to the easy life of a librarian and let you take over, as good as you look.  But then, I suppose Batman might want to have Robin around every now and then, so I guess after tonight, I'll be back to doing my night job!"

"You may have to fight to get this costume back," Batgirl replied, in a voice that echoed Barbara's.  "Just kidding!  I'd hate to think of having to relearn how to fight in this body."

Barbara led Batgirl to the doorway leading to the outer walkway, then said, "Okay, here's the plan.  My dad is treating me to dinner at Maxie's.  You know it, don't you, the steakhouse on route 3?"

"Sure do, I've been there with my dad on a number of occasions," Tim replied.  "Do you want me to make an appearance there, so that your dad can see you and I together in the same spot, or did you have something else in mind?"

"I doubt there could be any reason for you to show up at the restaurant.  Just use the comm gear on your Batcycle to monitor for any activity, doing a casual patrol.  If any activity does come up, don't try to get involved too much, since you aren't used to fighting in that form, but I'm sure that word will get to my dad that Batgirl was on the scene.  Make sure they take pictures.  If nothing does come up, I'm pretty sure we're due back at my apartment by 9.  Try and drive by on your bike somewhere between Maxie's and here so that dad can see you."

"Sounds good," Batgirl replied.  "Have fun tonight!"

"I'll try, but having my dad watching over me is going to be tough, as well as the excitement I'll feel as another me is roaming around, in my costume and on my cycle," Barbara said.  "Hell, in my body!  Here, let me show you how to get to the Batcycle."

Barbara opened the door, expecting to have to flip the walkway down.  To her surprise, it was already down.  She thought she'd retracted it last night, but maybe she forgot.  Babs would have found another anomaly if she had gone to the shed holding the Batcycle, instead of Batgirl.  The new Dominoed Dare Doll had no way of knowing that the Batcycle being stuffed behind a jet black Yamaha was out of the norm.

As Batgirl sped out of the hideaway, Barbara went back inside to change into some dinner clothes.  She had about twenty minutes before her father was expected.  They had timed it perfectly.

Jim Gordon pulled into the parking lot at precisely the time he'd predicted, and Babs wondered if he had some way of working around the timing of stop lights and the general flow of traffic.  Of course, driving around Gotham City in both official and unofficial vehicles over the years had given him an uncanny ability to arrive anywhere he needed to be almost exactly when predicted.  He parked the Montero in a designated guest spot, and was a bit surprised to find Barbara coming out the front door as he was about to open it.  Barbara had learned to be on hand when her father had given an ETA.

'Babs is maybe a bit overdressed for the occasion,' her father thought.  'After all, this is only dinner at a family steakhouse, not a formal banquet.'  She was wearing a floor-length dress that almost qualified as a gown.  It was powder blue in color, with white lace trim.  A wide white belt was used, making it evident just how small a waist she had.  Jim got the impression that Babs was standing just a bit taller than usual, but put it off to just the way she carried herself.

Every now and then, Jim caught sight of a flash of red beneath the long dress, and remembered his daughter saying something about having gotten some new boots.  It was so she could get away with wearing her new red boots that Barbara picked the long blue dress to wear.  Most of her dress shoes pinched in one way or the other, but her new boots just seemed to fit so incredibly well.

What Barbara had failed to notice in her reverie was that she was becoming more and more adept at walking and moving around in the extreme heels that had been a bit of a problem at first, the night before.  She should have wondered how heels of that height could possibly be worn with such incredible ease.

Another reason for the bit of overdressing on Barbara's part was the fact that her boots made her feel so regal.  A simple cotton dress for dinner?  Perish the thought!  Dress in class!  Mr. Gordon even noticed a slightly different manner in which his daughter worked her plate at the table.  No sloppy handling of silverware, it was all picked up and replaced with gentle care.  Ham handling rolls or napkins?  Not a chance!  Her fingers daintily picked up the rolls, and the tiny bites she took showed some kind of restraint he'd never before seen.  Napkins were picked up gently and dabbed to her lips.

Was this really his daughter eating dinner with him?  Barbara may have blown her opportunity to show her father that she and Batgirl were different women.  Right now, Batgirl was acting more like Barbara than Barbara was.  Babs was becoming further and further intoxicated with the enchantment of her boots.

After the meal, father and daughter chatted over coffee.  Jim felt more at ease about the classy demeanor of Babs, and she spoke eloquently about the day's activities at the library and plans for the future.  She very carefully worked around any reference to time spent at the apartment that afternoon.  She sincerely hoped that Batgirl was going to make some kind of public showing to make her dad know that his suspicions were groundless.

The night at Maxie's finally came to an end, and Jim walked behind Babs in going out to the Montero.  He had never noticed her carrying herself the way she was, almost regally, with an incredibly sexy sway of her hips.  They got back to the apartment right at 9, but Babs never caught sight of Batgirl, so she was sure her father hadn't either.  She hoped nothing really dangerous had developed for her friend while on patrol.

Instead of parking, Jim pulled up in front of Barbara's first floor hallway entrance.  He watched as she lifted herself from the car, pranced in quick, short steps to her doorway, then turned to wave goodbye to him, saying, "Good night, and thanks for the dinner.  See you tomorrow!"

"You're welcome.  Good night, and sleep tight."  He waved, then drove off.

* * * * *

While Babs and her father were dining, Tim as Batgirl was navigating the Batcycle in a squares pattern through downtown Gotham.  So far, the faux heroine had been lucky.  No crimes had been reported calling for her help.  She checked in with Alfred, and was told that all was quiet.  It was so funny for her that Alfred thought she was the real Batgirl!

This call had also been heard by other ears, and shortly after Batgirl had made her call, Nightwing checked in and asked her to meet him in front of his apartment.  Curious, the new Batgirl sped over.  Nightwing waved at her from the side of the street to come that way.  She turned the Batcycle around, and headed back to the spot where she'd seen him.

After parking the Batcycle and setting it on the kickstand, Batgirl swung a sexy leg up and over the seat to dismount her bike.  "Nightwing?" she called out, not seeing him in the shadows.  Hearing no reply, Tim walked over to the side of the building where she was pretty sure she'd seen Grayson earlier.  "Nightwing?" she called out again.

"Right here!" Dick exclaimed, as he grabbed her by her left arm and swept her into his arms.  "Batgirl, I've been waiting a long time to see you in a situation where we weren't swinging and clawing our way through a wall of crooks, and since nothing at all seems to be going on this evening, do you think we could get more comfortable together?"

Before she could even reply, Tim felt her lips being locked by those of her accoster, and his tongue shot through them to enter her mouth.

Tim remembered what Barbara had said about keeping in form, no matter what, and put her experience from a year earlier to good use.  Also, this new body -- Barbara's female body -- seemed to be enjoying the kiss!

While Nightwing was flicking his tongue back and forth while frenching Batgirl, he felt her own tongue shoot forward to return fire.  The delicious taste of her lips excited him all the more, and Dick reached down with his left hand to fondle her breasts.  'Boy, did that feel great!' Batgirl thought, and moaned while snuggling closer.  The costume magnified the effect, and everything seemed so sexy and exciting!  She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but --

She felt her unfamiliar equipment moistening below.  The excitement did increase Tim's sensitivity in her crotch, and the squirming intensified it.  What really got Batgirl's attention was when that left hand shot down and copped a feel of her pussy.  Nightwing felt the contours he expected there, but was surprised when Batgirl drew back her tongue and body, then slapped him hard across the face.

Knowing enough not to use his real name in a possibly public scene, Batgirl yelled out, "Nightwing!  How could you!  Show some manners, you cad!  You never even gave me an opportunity to answer whether or not I wanted to be here with you.  I'm not sure if I would have before, but your actions tell me that I definitely don't want to now."

She breathed heavily.  It had taken all of her resolution to bring her traitorous new body under control.

Dick backed off, and gathered his wits.  "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me," he said in apology.  "I just wanted to talk, but seeing your enticing form come out of the glare and into the shadows made me break.  You are just too damned good looking, woman.  And yes, I did say
*woman*, not *girl*.  You may call yourself BatGIRL, but you, my dear, are all woman!"

Tim couldn't help but feel flattered.

"You, sir, have shown no manners whatsoever.  Any true woman would have screamed rape for what you did to me.  But I do want to see you more, in the future.  You excite me in ways no man ever has before," she told him, thinking just how true that statement really was.  "I'm way more than just any woman, I'm an insatiable sex machine.  Just look at this body!  Do you think I dress this way to impress myself?  So far, the only person who has shown me any interest was Catwoman, and I must say, she knows how to please a woman.  Do you?"

Batgirl wondered, 'Now, where in God's name did I get that description of either Babs or myself?  Maybe that last statement might have been a bit over the top,' and found out she was right.

"This isn't the place for me to show you just how I can please a woman," Grayson said, "but I've had my own trysts with Selina, so I know what she likes."  Batgirl's eyes went wide at hearing this.  Then he kissed her again.  "Come on up to my apartment, and I'll show you!"

That broke the dam on Tim's sexual drives, and panting, she said, "Lead the way!"

Nightwing led Batgirl to the special hidden entrance to his complex, and as they disappeared from view, another shape came out of the shadows.  The scene that took place between Nightwing and Batgirl was not as private as they'd thought.  A certain malevolent Wizard had seen and heard it all, and he put a satanic grin on his face.  "Didn't know what had come over you, Mr. Grayson?  I'm not surprised.  You'd never have even kissed Batgirl without a little help from me.  Now Batgirl will find out just how much fun she can really have.  I may even be able to pervert her as well as I've perverted Ms. Gordon!  It seems I will be able to corrupt two Batgirls before this night is over!"

For the second time that evening, Tim found herself denuding.  She even decided to give Dick a bonus, and did a bit of a strip show while taking off her costume and finishing with the wig.  'Wow!  I don't know where I got the idea to do that, but it sure was fun!'

If Tim thought that her body had felt stimulated when she'd been playing with it in the Bat Cave, she was in for a big surprise.  Dick Grayson was not a 'wham, bam, thank you, ma'am' lover.  He knew the importance of foreplay, and by the time he eventually got around to mounting Barbara, or at least, who he thought was Barbara, he was pretty sure she'd climaxed at least twice.  The shared orgasm they felt as he emptied himself into her took Tim over the edge, and she screamed out her elation in this third, and strongest, orgasm that made her whole body quiver in sexual bliss.

The scream was just audible to the ears waiting below, and he put a satanic grin on his face.  "Yes, indeed, I do believe that I will have corrupted two Batgirls before this night is over!"

Tim took a quick shower to rinse off, keeping her hair dry and avoiding any splash to ruin her makeup, then quickly got back into her wig and costume.  Dick stepped out of the bathroom after taking his own quick rinse, and she said, "That was so incredible!  I can truthfully say that I have never felt so ecstatic in all my life.  You've made me feel so alive, so full of energy!  I hope I've made you feel at least half as vital as me."

Pulling up his tights, Nightwing said, "I think its pretty obvious how good it was for me.  You know, you really should consider changing your name.  BatGIRL just doesn't seem appropriate."

"I'll consider that.  If you can graduate from Robin to Nightwing, I suppose maybe I could advance also.  We'll see.  Now, would you please show me how to get down to my bike?  I've got places to be, people to see..."

"Sure, follow me," he said.  He led her back down to the street.  There, Nightwing said, "Really, you must realize I'm sorry about the way this got started.  I don't know what came over me, other than the intimate proximity of your beautiful body in a non-hostile environment.  Will you forgive me, please?"

Batgirl looked Dick directly in the eyes, and said in almost a whisper, "For now, you're forgiven.  The action in there more than made up for any brazenness earlier.  But I can't guarantee the future.  I have to think about this, and we'll have to see what transpires."

Gently clasping her left hand, Nightwing said in an equally soft whisper, "Thank you.  I'll keep my fingers crossed."

"I'll see you later, in one way or another."  With that, she turned and walked back to her Batcycle.  'What am I going to tell Barbara?!'

The sinister agent provocateur watched as Batgirl departed, sure that she was firmly in his hands.  He wondered if there was anything he could do for Nightwing, but decided that two toys were enough to play with for the time being, and blinked out of sight.

The chronometer on the dash showed a digital time of 20:16, and Batgirl knew she should try and get to the restaurant and tail the Gordons for a 9 o'clock rendezvous.  She kick started her bike, then proceeded down Park Street, the shortest distance to route 3.  Before she got anywhere near route 3, though, she heard an alarm clanging loudly at a savings and loan she was passing.  "Well, looks like Batgirl is going to get some action tonight, other that sex, after all."

The Dominoed Dare Doll stopped her bike a block from the building, then got off and did a quick check around the outer perimeter of the property.  She saw two figures darting about amongst the shadows inside the unlit offices, and no sign of any accomplices outside.  Their apparent getaway vehicle was idling on the side street, so the first thing Batgirl did was to shut off the engine and then rig it so that it couldn't be easily restarted.

Figuring that the door closest to the car would be the one they'd jimmied open, Batgirl tested it and found that she'd guessed correctly.  Tim had watched Babs do so in the past, so she knew where in the utility belt to find her fold up batarangs.  Flipping open the lid, she reached in and pulled out two.  She also found the container with the ninja throwing stars, and wondered why so few were in there.  She grabbed a few, and then stole into the building, careful to make no sounds in doing so.

Tim wished she had some of Robin's night vision goggles, not realizing that an even more capable set was in one of her belt compartments.  Batgirl waited until a head was silhouetted against the window behind, and tossed a batarang toward where his knees should be.  Sure enough, the figure collapsed in a heap, but yelled out while doing so.

His partner was smart enough to not come running toward an unknown threat, and inched his way toward where the moans were coming from.  The Dark Knight Damsel could make out a pistol in his right hand, and flicked a star at it.  The points of the star embedded in the back of his hand, and at the same time that he screamed in agony, the sound of the gun bouncing off the floor was heard.

The heroine whipped out two pairs of Batcuffs, and before either crook could recover, she had them trussed with their hands behind their backs.  Within moments of their immobilization, Batgirl saw Police strobes flashing next to the ex-getaway car.  They came into the building with guns at the ready, but she yelled out that the sitch was tight, and they eased up.  One of the cops found the switch for the emergency lights, and suddenly every light in the complex came on, flooding the scene in brilliant illumination.  Of the three good guys, only Batgirl had known enough to shut her eyes at the first hint of light, and she was the only person in the room not suffering from snowblindness for a few moments.

When the cops recovered their vision, they both took in the vision in black and golden yellow standing before them.  Each had heard of Batgirl, but neither had seen her in person before.  They got a quick report from her so that no need would be felt for her to come downtown, and the two crooks were piled into their squad car.

A tow truck showed up before the squad car left, and set up to take away the getaway car.  The tow truck driver couldn't figure out why the car refused to start, until Tim walked over and pointed out what she'd done.  The tow truck driver had a sheepish look on his face as he thought that a female had known more about the problem than he had.

Another police car showed up at the same time, and they stood watch at the building to prevent any further criminal activity there.  Batgirl was thanked by one and all, and then left to restart her trek.  Newspaper reporters showed up just as she was approaching her bike, and got a few brief words and a number of pictures before she left.  The heroine was glad to help them, because she had now provided Barbara with a positive alibi.  When she got to her bike, the clock told her it was already 21:13.  It was pointless to try and go to the restaurant, so the Dark Knight Damsel started heading toward Barbara's apartment.  She figured she'd get there around 10.

* * * * *

When Babs arrived at her apartment just after 9, she was hoping that she might find Batgirl waiting for her.  Her apartment was dark, so she assumed the Dominoed Dare Doll was still out on the road.  She knew Tim could take care of herself if need be, so she pulled off her dress and hung it back up in her closet.  To put away her boots, she needed to go into the hideaway, so in she went, still wearing them.

As she sat down to unzip them, Barbara looked toward the boot rack and saw their black mates.  She looked up, and saw the black leotard, now at the near end of the costume rack with the Cat's Eye Jade beckoning.  Katty woke up, sort of.  Babs shook her head, then knew who she no longer was and who she'd become.  She grinned wickedly.

Doing her makeup first this time, Katty built upon the light makeup that Babs had applied for dinner, putting on a darker base foundation.  Her new tanned complexion had deep red blush applied liberally to her cheeks and jawbone, and the scarlet lipstick was put on her lips.  She outlined her lips with a maroon pencil, and sneered as she saw how full and puffy her lips now looked.  She did up her eyes in black once again, and then stripped off her underwear.

Katty reached for the wig cap she'd used the night before, but didn't see it in place.  Spotting another one near another wig, she picked it up and stuffed her red hair up under it.  Her black hair was then replaced, and Catgirl began to feel whole.  As she started to pull on her tights and fishnets, she started to think that another way to keep herself alive besides putting on her costume to become a wicked villainess was to use the Cat's Eye as more than a costume piece.  Mounted to a necklace, she could wear it while putting on any of her really sexy clothes to become a promiscuously wanton whore.  As proven later, it would be seen that the Cat's Eye wasn't even needed.

Katty bounced possible sexy names around as she pulled on her leotard, then zipped on her boots.  "Hey, there we go," she said.  "Candi, yeah I like that.  Candida Carson.  Not too slutty for everyday use, and perfectly descriptive for my other lifestyle.  Barbara Gordon for my boring day job, and Katrina Gordon for my exciting night job."  Katty had already pulled on her gloves, and was in the process of putting on her mask.  This in place, she wrapped her whip around her torso, then gathered what weapons she could find for her kit, since the Bat utility belt was being used by Tim at the moment.  Catgirl knew quite well why the Batgirl costume wasn't on the rack, also.  The villainess hoped she wasn't going to run into Batgirl during her felonious activities.

Quickly making her way to the black Yamaha, Catgirl wheeled it out, then cranked it and sped away toward the Gotham Zoo.  She was more interested in creating mayhem than stealing anything tonight.  Her first priority was the large cats, obviously, and as the Feline Felon lifted the gate, saying, "There you go, my pretties!  Have fun," one of the night watchmen sounded the alarm, and a system-wide alert went out.

Batgirl heard the call for help, and did a quick analysis of where she was relative to Barbara's apartment, and to the zoo.  It would take too long to get to Babs and have her go to the zoo with her twin playing the role of a female Robin, so she decided to make her second emergency run for the evening.  As soon as the update came through that a black clad female was releasing the animals, the heroine thought, 'Catgirl?  I wonder,' and increased her speed just a bit.  She wanted very much to see this new vixen.

Batgirl pulled up to the zoo entrance just as a Police car arrived, lights flashing but without a siren blaring.  "Glad to see you here, Batgirl," the driver, an older looking cop, said as he stepped out of the car.  "From what we've heard, we might need your help here."

"I heard the call and was nearby," she answered, "so I figured I may as well lend a hand.  Do you guys have any idea how you want to go after her?"

"Let's get our radios set for a distinct freq, so we don't get any interfering calls from elsewhere, then split up to look for her.  Let's all go to PC6.  If help arrives while we're inside, they'll probably know to go to that channel."

Batgirl's earpiece was already in place within her cowl, and all she had to do was reach down to her utility belt and key in PC6.  The officers had to unwind their earphones and hook them to their ears, the younger one taking a bit longer than his older partner, so as the Dominoed Dare Doll started to look around for any roaming animals, she heard a, "Test, one, two."

"Batgirl here."

"Two here."

"Okay, let's go.  Don't worry about loose animals.  The zoo itself is sealed off, so they can't go out into the city, but do take care with any big or carnivorous beasts.  We're primarily concerned with the woman who's supposedly setting them free.  Fan out, and sing out if you spot the witch."

"Check."

"Check."

Utilizing walkways wherever possible to keep her heels from sinking into loose dirt, Batgirl fanned out from the large cat area, trying to think of what kind of priorities the alleged villainess might have.  Hell, she didn't even know if it was Catgirl they were chasing down; all she'd heard was that a black clad female was releasing animals at the zoo.  Catwoman fit that description also...as could almost any female wearing black to hide herself in the dark.

Tim found to her delight that she seemed to have the same natural instincts that the real Batgirl had, probably at least in part to her past experiences as Robin.  Making note of the animals seen or called out by the others as running free already, she made a quick checklist in her head, and decided to check on the aviary.  Her detective skills paid off, for as the heroine approached the entrance to the large hall, she saw in person the sexy black bombshell she'd only seen in a picture earlier in the day.  Catgirl was in the process of reaching into a weapons kit hanging from her belt, looking for something.

This moment of distraction was just the opportunity Batgirl was hoping for, and because of her proximity to her target, she didn't dare call out her sighting to the others.  That would have to wait.  Getting on her toes to keep her heels off the pavement, which wasn't easy, the heroine who was supposed to have had an easy patrol edged her way to a spot directly behind the still unwary Catgirl.  Getting a Batarang out and ready, Tim raised her hand and said, "Freeze, Catgirl.  I've got you in close, and two cops are on the way.  You can't get away!"  But then she got a good close look at the boots Catgirl was wearing, and her mind went into overdrive while her eyes moved up to see the Cat's Eye jade.

Catgirl froze, not from hearing the lame warning, but from hearing her own voice talking to her.  Fearing that Batgirl might recognize her voice as well, she worked at putting a low guttural edge to her voice as she turned to face the heroine, and said in a voice that surprised even herself for its feline sexiness, "I don't see your cop friends, Batgirl!  Looks like I only have to get away from you.  How hard can that be?"  In a flash, her motion so quick as to stun the heroine, Catgirl had her whip snarling through the air at the upraised Batarang.  It flew from her hand, not toward the black clad vixen, but back and away, to clatter uselessly to the ground.

Catgirl retracted her whip, expecting to have Batgirl at her throat.  Instead, the Dark Knight Damsel seemed to be frozen in place, with her eyes glued to Catgirl's waistline.  "Batgirl, I know I've got a good figure, but..."  She never finished.  Her foe had not flinched a muscle.

As she reached to her weapons kit to grab a knockout pellet, Catgirl noticed the eerie glow of the medallion above her navel.  "Ah, so you like my Jade, do you?  Sorry, it's mine.  Get your own.  I can't stay to chat, so say goodnight, bitch!"  She knew the pellet would only take Batgirl out for fifteen minutes at the most, but that was more than what she would require.  "Pleasant dreams!" she cursed, as the pellet burst at Batgirl's feet.  She crumpled in a heap.  The call to her comrades in arms never got made.

Catgirl had no intention of running into any cops, either real or made up by Batgirl to fool her, and very carefully worked her way back to her bike.  She thanked the stars that she'd chosen black for a costume color, and not some bright color that would stand out at night.  Cursing to herself that none of the animals had made it past the outer walls of the zoo, Katty climbed aboard her bike and took off, not toward her lair, but in a direction directly opposite that of the line from the GCPD to the zoo.  Her primary concern was to avoid the law, and she didn't want to have any flashing lights around her.

Back at the zoo, the younger cop named George Pitts found the crumpled black and golden yellow form heaped upon the ground in front of the aviary.  He could only assume that Batgirl had met up with their quarry, and been taken down before calling for help.  Calling out for his partner's aid as he stooped, he put the back of his hand to Batgirl's neck, and felt her pulse.  At least she was still alive.  Not knowing how or why the avengerette was unconscious, he decided to forgo rousing her until his teammate arrived.  But as pangs of guilt raced through him, he stooped and used both hands to cop a feel of her magnificent breasts!

His older partner, named Bill Masterson, came running up in moments, and the first thing he asked was, "Have you seen the perp anywhere?"

"I'm assuming Batgirl met up with her, and fell at her feet.  It's a safe bet that the perp took a powder as soon as she took out Batgirl, and I never saw her anywhere while I was making my way here.  I found Batgirl by accident as I approached the aviary."

"Is she okay?"

"She's breathing," Officer Pitts said, and at that, both looked down to see the voluptuous chest rising and falling.

"Yes, I can see that, now.  Any idea what took her out?" Bill asked.

"I did find the remains of a tiny pellet near her body," George answered, "which probably held some kind of knockout gas.  Here, take a look."  He passed the burst pellet to his partner.

"I've seen these pellets before," Officer Masterson said.  "These are the kind that Batman and company use in fighting crooks.  I wonder how our perp got her hands on any?"

"You don't suppose that Batgirl may have tried to use it during the scuffle, and had it turned against her, do you?"

Bill shook his head.  "I doubt it.  She's too skillful to let that happen.  We'll just have to wait for her to come around, which shouldn't be long if this was a Bat pellet, and you found her three minutes ago."

As they spoke, the woman at their feet started to stir.  Officer Msterson crouched and put his hand behind her back to support her.  "How are you feeling, Batgirl?  Can you hear me yet?" he asked.

She just groaned, her eyes still closed.  "What was that you called me?  I'm not Batgirl, I am Ca..." she started to say in a harsh, almost wicked voice, but faded out.

As her eyes fluttered open, Katty saw the shape she was in and the costume she was wearing, and was puzzled for just a moment.  Then she faded away as Tim's version of Barbara's identity came to the fore.  She remembered the events of the evening, and fell back into form.  "Oooh, does anybody have any aspirin?  That stuff leaves a nasty reminder!" she said, trying to put a bit of glee in her voice.

"Sorry, no.  We stopped carrying any nonprescription painkillers a long time ago.  Can you tell us what happened?  Here's what knocked you out," Bill said as he handed her the remains of the Bat gas pellet.

Batgirl sat up, drew her knees to her chest, and crossed her arms around them.  "I came upon Catgirl, and yes, that is who it was for your report, but I was too close to risk making a call to you.  I feared she would hear my voice.  I took a chance at trying to apprehend her on my own, but she was too quick for me.  You wouldn't believe the lightning fast reflexes that woman has!  And you should have heard her voice!  Pure evil!  I thought Catwoman was a nasty kitty, but Catgirl has me worried.  This new cat is going to be a problem to catch.  And I can't for the life of me remember how she knocked me out.  I remember her jarring a batarang from my hand with her whip, but I'm a blank after that."

"Do you want us to take you to the hospital, or anywhere else?" George asked.

Shaking her head, Batgirl laughed and said, "No, I don't think so, but thanks for the offer.  I'm going to sit here for just a few moments while my head clears, then I'm going home for the night.  I've had more than enough for one evening, thank you."

"Okay," Bill told her, "but keep your eyes open for wandering animals.  They're already starting a roundup, but some of them are still roaming free.  I just got word that a number of other units are at the front gate now, fresh from HQ downtown.  They'll keep a watch for Catgirl and any loose animals, and I'll tell them to watch for you and give you any assistance if needed as you go out the gate.  Sorry it turned out the way it did, Batgirl."

"Sorry I let you down, guys.  I'll be okay.  I've been through worse.  I'll just need to stretch and work this stuff out of my system, and I'll be back to normal," she told them.  'Well, back to status quo, anyway,' Tim thought to herself, 'hardly back to normal.'

The two policemen got a bit of a show as Batgirl stood up, stretched her arms up over her head, and then out behind herself, making her chest balloon outward.  Her erect nipples stood out plainly.  As her hips waggled back and forth, two hard ons were generated that became obvious.  Both cops had been to exotic dance shows, not that they'd ever admit it to their supervisors, and they started to wonder if Batgirl had another night job that she did.

Before any other carnal activity could take place, Batgirl shook off the last of her stupor and started walking back up the paths to the main gate, her boot heels now clicking proudly.  The current occupant of the Batgirl costume was starting to enjoy what she was doing.  She wondered...  "I don't think this is the last time I will wear this costume," and she was referring to more than the clothes.

Catgirl made a long, slow, careful approach to her lair.  She knew that the police had been alerted to her actions this time, and did not want to lead them to her abode.  Seeing that the approach was clear, she brought the bike back inside, and stowed it in the shed.  She noted that the Batcycle was still out.  This got her thinking again.  'Since Tim is in a body identical to my own, I bet my Cat's Eye was giving her the same shift it gave me.  Too late now, though.'

The black clad, sexy vixen made quick time of getting back into her lair, and knew for some reason that she had to get disrobed before Batgirl showed up.  Katty's thoughts were getting scrambled, and she couldn't quite come up with the connections she needed to make.  Her boots went back onto the rack next to their red twins, and the mask and gloves were put on the top shelf.  Her leotard was hung closer to where she was standing, in between a number of other costumes instead of on the end as she'd left it the night before.  She hung her wig on the wig stand, and wiped away some of her makeup.

After putting on Barbara's underwear once again, Katty then went out into the bedroom to wash her face.

Sitting on the end of her bed was a young man with short brown hair, wearing a dark blue t-shirt and some jeans.  For some reason, she felt no alarm upon seeing him.  'Why does he look familiar?  Oh yeah, the clerk who sold me the boots.'

"Hello, Barbara, or should I say, Katty...or maybe Candi?  I understand you've been through some changes in the past 24 hours.  Do you like your new lifestyle?  I do hope so, I designed it especially for you.  You've even given me a double bonus, by bringing your friend Tim into the picture.  I had no idea that Catgirl would actually meet up with Batgirl.  My new powers are strong, but I hadn't foreseen the switcheroo you two pulled this evening.  I'm sure that Batgirl is enjoying herself, because I've already started to work on her, too.  The special boots and Cat's Eye jade that I provided you with have already made inroads into her mind.  It's a shame you had to leave her so soon at the zoo.  Now, go wash up.  I think Batgirl is going to be back soon.  Ciao!"

The young man disappeared, just as if he'd never been there, and Katty shook her head.  What was she doing?  Oh, right, washing her face.  It was Katty who splashed water over her still heavily made up face while hearing Batgirl come into the back room, but as the soap and water drained away, so did Katty thanks to Wizard, and Barbara blinked her eyes as she looked at her visage.  The last thing she remembered was getting undressed after dinner with her father.  She couldn't remember coming back out to the bathroom.

Batgirl stepped into the doorway, and said, "Hi, Barbara!  Sorry I couldn't meet up with you or your dad to let him see me with you at the same time.  I had a little run in with Nightwing that I'll tell you about later, and then got hung up stopping a robbery at a savings and loan.  The police report should show that I was there with them while you were both still eating, and the newspapers should have some pictures.  That should satisfy your dad.  Then, to top off the night, I just had a bad run-in with Catgirl!"

"You actually met her in person?" Babs blurted.  "What was she like?"

"You wouldn't believe how sexy and disgustingly evil she seemed," Tim answered.  "She's damned quick, and even has an arsenal of weapons similar to our own Bat weapons.  She knocked me out with a Bat gas pellet."

"And here I thought you'd have an easy evening of just being seen as Batgirl for appearances' sake.  Sorry it got so more involved.  Let's get you back out of costume, so you can get back to your own body in the Bat Cave."

"Okay, but it's still going to be fun explaining to my dad why I'm coming in after 11!"

Barbara lowered the towel from her face, and said, "After 11?  Is it really that late?"  She looked across her bed to the red numbers on her clock.  10:38.  'Where has all the time gone?'

Tim decided for the time being to keep her exciting encounter with Dick Grayson secret!

She took no time at all in taking off the Batgirl costume for the second time that evening, piece by piece, doing so almost as fast as some of Barbara's quick changes.  "How did this costume work for you," Babs asked, "any problems?"

"It felt a bit erotic at first," she told her, "but in no time, I was working around and with it, almost as if it was another piece of my body.  Every now and then, I found myself caressing my tiny waist and broad hips, and almost started wishing they could stay that way.  This is one hell of an attractive body you've got."  Tim grabbed all of her, or rather Barbara's clothes, and led her twin back out into her closet and her bedroom.  She laid the clothes on the bed while Babs secured the door, then Tim went to use the same sink to wash away Batgirl's face that Babs had used to wash away Catgirl's face.

Babs threw on a sweatshirt and jeans, then tied on her sneakers.  Her twin was even faster, and was dressed back in the same sexy outfit worn for the trip from the Bat Cave before she stood up.  Tim tried to think how glad she would be to become a teenaged boy again once she got to the Bat Cave, but still felt a pang of lust for the body she'd worn all evening.  'Maybe another day...it's only mid-October, and Halloween is coming up...or maybe even sooner.'  She thought of Dick, and flushed.

It didn't take long for Tim to cycle back to the Bat Cave.  On the way, she did her best to put on a male voice, and called Alfred.  "Do me a favor and tell my dad that I won't be coming home tonight, becauseng it in the Bat Cave."  She knew Alfred could come up with something good to appease him.  She headed toward the machine that would turn her back into himself, and hesitated.  'Maybe in the morning.'  Tim was so keyed up!  'And the night is still young.'  She thought of Dick again and blushed, then reached for the phone.  'Should I, or shouldn't I?'

As late as it was, Barbara was not concerned since the next day wasn't one of her working Saturday's.  Not more than two minutes after Tim left, she went back out into her costume room.  She may have thought her intention was to put on what Tim had just taken off in order to go out on a late night patrol, but instead, Candi was in the process of displacing her meeker alter ego's personality.  The sweatshirt and jeans got pulled off right after her sneakers, then the whore who was hot to trot pulled on a wig cap and then her long black wig.  She did her makeup to look as sexy and slutty as possible instead of wicked this time, and by the time she'd finished, Candi looked so different that there was no chance anyone could see who she originally was.

She pulled a shiny black tube top on over her huge breasts, then put on a red micro miniskirt that was less than an inch below her left open to the air crotch.  Her johns would have no problem seeing what her original hair color was, which didn't bother her.  But even so, Candi was thinking that shaving her crotch clear of all its hair would be sexier and less questionable.  She slid her feet into the red boots with their oh so sexy, ultra high fuck me heels and zipped them tight to her lower legs.  The all the parts for Katty's costume were collected and placed in a sack, just in case any opportunities came up.  Then she left the hidden back room and went into the living room.  She grabbed Barbara's purse, and while making her way out to her meeker alter ego's car, started to think about getting some new IDs made along with obtaining her own purse since Katty was using the only other alternative.

The car didn't head directly for the red light district, though.  First, Candi wanted to make a stop at that special shoe shop.  A few more pairs of boots and shoes were in mind for a purchace, and because Wizard was on hand waiting for her, thigh high pink boots with two-inch platforms and nine-inch stiletto heels were being worn while carrying three other boxes in her hands heading back to her car.  One held her red boots, while the other two held a white pair of shoes with one-inch higher platforms and heels which had three locking straps going over her ankles and a pair of crotch high stretch boots that had psychadelic swirls of bright colors and seven-inch fuck me heels.

Wizard as the clerk also provided her with done right on the spot new IDs for both Katty and Candi inside a new, small pink purse with a shoulder strap.  As both of Barbara's new alter egos would find, these new IDs showed an address a few blocks away where they could be based without giving anything away for their more demure alter ego.  He even stocked it with a starting batch of food, all the makeup supplies which could possibly be needed, a complete set of towels and linen, and more clothes and costume piece variations than either of Barbara's new identities could use.  Or so he thought...he was only a guy, of course.  Much more would be obtained both legally and less so soon.

After she checked her new purse's ID and saw that new place to live, the prostitute went there to hang up Katty's costume.  Then she went to the red light district and checked into one of the by the hour rooms where most of the other prostitutes made their money.  The whore was all set for her sex crazed night.  She went back home to her new place just before sunrise, to sleep until early afternoon.

James Gordon had been alerted at his house when word came out about the affair at the zoo.  When he heard about Batgirl being on hand there to fall at Catgirl's feet, he figured the time was just right.  He'd caught his daughter again.  When he picked up the Saturday morning paper, though, he read about the savings and loan heist that Batgirl had foiled, and saw her pictures.  It was Batgirl all right, no mistake there!  He was stunned to read that it had happened while he and Babs had been eating.  'So much for that theory,' he thought.  'My daughter couldn't possibly be Batgirl.  Now, this new Catgirl...' he pondered, '...who the devil is she...'

It's a good thing the Commissioner didn't try to call his daughter Friday night or Saturday morning...


The End...for now.

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