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The following story contains characters owned by DC Comics/Warner Bros. It is written as a fanfic parody story not intended to make any use of actual story lines in published books. The story is purely for fun, with no profit to be made by the author.

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.


Ever since donning the mantle of the bat a couple of years earlier, 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 body 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 Barbara was still a preschooler. The small frame with which Barbara 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 that her chest started to blossom to match the rest of her gorgeous body. By the time she'd become Batgirl, Barbara was blessed with a 40-22-36 figure, her bounteous breasts filling D cups. Her costume showed off her figure nicely.

Barbara 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 Barbara couldn't get away from her dad. Once 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. Batgirl 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 her 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. Barbara 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. The door, when opened, would lead to Barbara's miniature Batcave. 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 which 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 to give him trouble. Bruce 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 Batcave.

Dick Grayson eventually had to move away from the Wayne estate to go to University, and it was shortly after graduation that Dick 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 Batcave one day, and almost by default, was then trained by Batman to be the new Robin. Jason's days as Robin did not last long, though. He fell into the hands of the 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. Joker 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 Batman 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 Batcave. 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 14 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 that 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 parents, 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 Batgirl 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 that frequented the bowels of Gotham. It sometimes took the insight of a woman to defeat the opposing woman, and Batgirl 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.

* * * * *

Since both 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 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 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 and her end and Tim having to stifle the laughter at his house so that his parents 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, Batgirl raised her 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, Tim. 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.

"Tim," 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 16 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 her young whores!"

"You're kidding!" Batgirl gasped. "You were able to pass yourself off as a prostitute? How?

"I never got to the point where any sex was involved," Robin replied. "Batman had the easy part, since he's so big. He did his makeup and clothes as an older woman who'd lost a lot of her younger form, but since I'm still small of build and with a youthful face, he did me up as a slutty tart, and dressed me to match. My job was to lure johns into the brothel, and then pass them on once they'd been trapped. The closest I got to any sexual moves was one guy who flipped out his cock really fast, and almost got it into my mouth before I stopped him. I wish we had some pictures, so I could show you."

Barbara shook her head, saying, "Don't worry, Tim. 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. "Barbara, 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 right thigh. "Would I be working with you?"

"No, Tim," 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. How would you like to be Batgirl tomorrow evening, while I'm at dinner with my dad?"

"Gee, I don't know, Babs. Trying to fill in as you might call for a pretty hefty acting job," he told her. "Before, I was expertly made up by the master of disguise, Batman, and was in a reasonably controlled situation. What you're calling for sounds a bit more hairy!"

"Oh, come on, Tim! You were in makeup with your whole head visible that time," Barbara argued. "For just a brief period tomorrow night, you'd be in makeup and under a cowl hiding your head. 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! And I'll have you know that Batman isn't the only master of disguise around here. I'll bet none of you know about the undercover work that I've done over the past few years."

"Really?" Tim said, as his interest shot up. "You'll have to tell me about that some time."

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 bit bigger than me in a few dimensions!"

"I can get everything we need to take care of that problem," Babs said between laughs. "I don't want even Batman to know what's going down, so we can't use any of the disguise materials on hand in the Batcave. I've got a pretty well equipped disguise department of my own, that you and Batman are unaware of, at least so far. What size shoe do you wear, Tim?"

"I'm wearing a size 7 boot," Robin answered. "When I played a hooker, Batman had me in, let me think, yeah, size 8 high heels." He looked down at his raised right foot, then added, "I don't think my feet have gotten any bigger since then."

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

"Okay, Tim. Here's what we'll do. Tomorrow after school, come over to the downtown main branch of the Gotham City Library. I'll be in the reference section on the third floor. Come to my desk, and then we'll head for my apartment. Find some way to clear it with your dad to be out tomorrow night."

"Okay, Barbara. 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!" he told her. "One thing I will grab from the Batcave is a voice modifier, though. I can't do a feminine voice on my own."

"Good thinking, Tim," she said. "I hadn't thought of that, somehow. If you're going to meet up with anybody and have to say anything, that could have been an easy giveaway. See ya tomorrow afternoon!"

"I can't wait, Barb! Watch for me!"

By the time Batgirl and Robin left the rooftop of the WayneTech Building, it was 8:30 in the evening. Barbara made quick time in getting back to her apartment, because she had some shopping to do, and didn't want to do it in costume. One lightning fast change from black spandex to a blue cotton pullover over figure hugging jeans later, Babs was a good looking young woman instead of a costumed crime fighter. She brushed out her hair after pulling off the 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.

Barbara made her way to a mastectomy shop just before closing, and the clerk was more than happy to make that large a sale, even if it did mean shutting down the cash register a bit later than planned. Babs knew that silicone breast forms could be had at any of a number of adult bookstores in the seedier parts of Gotham, but here at the shop, the forms she found cost less than half of what the specialist forms cost.

The clerk never even bothered to question Barbara about her need for the huge forms. She took one look at Barbara's hooters, and figured that the poor girl must have had a breast removed at some point, and was keeping herself in form. That was the other reason Babs went to the mastectomy shop. It was almost normal, a given, that she would be there doing business. At one of the adult shops, she'd be looked upon quite a bit differently.

Barbara knew this for a fact. She'd been in enough of the shops, while in disguise herself.

The rest of the supplies that were needed for the following day's activities were already on hand in the mini-Batcave, with one exception. For this, Babs did have to go to one of the adult bookstores. From experience, she knew which one to check. It had a large fetish clothing department in a side shop adjacent to the main book and magazine section. The look on the cashier's face as Barbara handed him the false vagina padded latex panties was exquisite. He knew for sure that the cute redhead in front of him just had to be a demanding dominatrix who worked with sissy femme boys. Why else would she be buying them?

On the way back from the fetish shop, Babs got a bit of a wanderlust urge, and just figured she'd see where she ended up. If nothing else, the drive would help to relax her. 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. She'd been at her father's side during a number of awards ceremonies. Babs then caught sight of the footwear. Great, sexy looking footwear. Scanning the arrayed pairs of shoes and boots, she 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. She lifted one to inspect it. Barbara saw that though it had laces up the front for effect, it also had a zipper down the inner side for easy on-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, 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. Barbara 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 are a tiny size 7, I'm sure you are. 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."

Barbara grinned, and said, "Well, I suppose my plastic is in shape to take a beating. Why not!"

He smiled charmingly. "Why not, indeed!"

Barbara untied the laces on her sneakers, then 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 Babs and slipped her right foot into a boot, and zipped it up. The left boot soon followed. Babs loved the tight feel they had, clinging to her calves. She couldn't believe how easily her feet fit in the boots! They seemed to caress her feet like no other shoes had before. They felt so comfortable, and on such 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 yellow costume boots were almost 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 could not 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."

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

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

"Yes, dad. 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, daddy, 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 bag from the mastectomy shop and pulled out the box. She hadn't realized earlier just how heavy it was. Then, on a thought, she reached under her own breasts and hefted them. "Yeah, I'd say they got the weight about right," she giggled. She opened the box, then noted for the first time that the forms were more than realistic in weight. They even had molded in aureoles, with raised nipples. "Hmm," she muttered.

Barbara opened up the box with the panties in it. She saw that they were obviously intended to be worn by males who were wannabe females. There was a built in restraining gaffe to hold the penis while folded back between the legs, and the slit in the vagina led to a tunnel which could be lubricated to simulate a real vagina. It even had what appeared to be stubble around what liked for all the world like a shaved pussy. The padding in the sides and back would fill out Tim's hips and ass, giving him a more feminine shape. Babs just knew that Tim was going to love this one.

The two boot boxes were next, and Babs picked the lighter of the two. 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. She had to get the stiffeners out of the black ones, but before she set them on the rack with the others, Babs had an idea. "I wonder," she muttered.

Babs set the black boots on the dressing table, and pulled off her sneakers. She then stripped out of her regular clothes. She even took off her bra, because she didn't want it to show. Barbara 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 leg holes of the leotard. As she pulled the leotard 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 Barbara 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 felt the same electrifying feeling she'd felt when trying on the red ones at the shop. They just felt so divine! No, not divine, wicked! Delightfully wicked. Wicked? Where did that thought 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. She picked it up off the wig stand, and placed it over her head. Babs then went back to her dressing table and sat down, carefully placing her hair behind the seat. Why did she feel like she was on autopilot?

Babs 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. Barbara reached for a brush, and shaded her cheeks with a deep rouge. She applied ruby red lipstick to her lips, then coated them with a lipgloss sealer. Babs 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, Babs 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. Barbara 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. 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, the black clad vixen said, "I know who I am! I am Catgirl! Meowwwrrrr!!!"

Catgirl went through Batgirl's utility belt, looking for items she could use. 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 the 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 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 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, but the most evil of villainesses.

Catgirl 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 she 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. Catgirl 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 that 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. Catgirl 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. Seeing no one, she pranced more casually, proudly making her heels announce her progress. When she found the display case holding the collection on loan from the Prince of Monaco, Catgirl stopped.

She pulled a glass cutter from the weapons kit, and 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 placed 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, she heard a shout, "Halt! Stand where you are, and don't move!"

Catgirl had no intention of doing so, and stepped behind a pillar adjacent to the door. As the guard approached, she 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!" Catgirl yelled out. "I've got what I want, so I'm going to get out of your hair. If anyone wonders who the black goddess was in the pictures that I'm sure are being taken right now, tell them that Catgirl was here. Meowwrrrrr!!!" On that note, Catgirl 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, she 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.

Catgirl hid all her loot inside a shoebox under the table, except for the Cat's Eye Jade. This she decided to mount at the bottom of the V formed on the front of her leotard. Once it was in place, her eyes became glued to it, as if they were entranced. Catgirl 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, she then left her lair to go back into her apartment. The black makeup was washed away from her eyes, but the rouge on the cheeks and the lipstick were forgotten.

Catgirl 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 Catgirl didn't know, though, was that the items that gave her an existence only did so while being worn. She didn't know that she would not wake up.

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 Barbara 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. "Funny, I don't recall going out last night," she said to herself. It should have made more of an impact on her. Babs 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. Tim 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. Tim 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, Tim 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. Sliding the red helmet over his head, Tim 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 Batcave on the radio.

Pleased as punch that he heard no traffic, meaning that Bruce was probably out of the cave, either on a case or at work, Robin called in to Alfred. He told Alfred that he needed to come in to the cave and do some work in the Bat Computer. Alfred set the alarms to watch for the Redbird, and then told Robin to have fun.

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 Tim proceeded to the disguise locker. He found the voice modifier he'd used in his last go as a female, then brought it over to the computer. The modifier had been programmed for a soprano with a light southern accent, and Tim knew just what he wanted to do with it now. He hooked the modifier to the computer's leads, then pulled up a recording of Batgirl's voice.

The computer went to work in analyzing the timber, pitch, tones and other peculiarities of Barbara's voice, then inserted them into the voice modifier. As a test, Tim then popped it into the back of his mouth and said a few words for the computer. He really didn't need to wait for it to tell him so, he knew Barbara's voice well enough to know that it was Barbara he'd just heard talking. Sure enough, the computer confirmed that for him. The modifier was then popped back out of his mouth, and went back into its container. To cover his tracks, Tim then erased from the computer's memory any reference to the actions he'd just taken.

Tim then asked the computer to access any data collected from the GCPD on the heist he'd heard about. He 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. He had to admit, the vixen he saw 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.

Robin shut down the computer, picked up the container and tucked it into his belt, then got word up to Alfred that he was leaving. The old man gave a bright, "Cheerio," and then Tim put his helmet back on, strapped himself onto the Redbird, and zipped out of the Batcave. The short trip back to his house 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.

* * * * *

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 Barbara first caught a view of the pictures taken of Catgirl, she whistled, and thought to herself that Catgirl was a 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 Babs to see the entire picture as a self portrait. After all, she knew who she was -- didn't she?

Back at the library, Babs waited anxiously for Tim to arrive. She figured on the time school got out, then added a bit for a trip to the Batcave. What she could not figure on was his getting downtown to the library. He couldn't exactly zip on in on the Redbird.

Tim got to the library via the Gotham City Metrobus system. It was close to 3:30 in the afternoon before he walked up to Barbara's desk. They weren't supposed to be known friends, so Tim asked Babs for some research help. Barbara then went to her supervisor and told her that she needed to leave a bit early to prepare for her dinner date later that evening. Since the workday was almost over anyway, and Barbara never fell behind on any assignments, she let Babs go.

Walking out Barbara's Toyota, she told Tim, "Boy, you're sure cutting it close on the time, Tim. I hope we can get finished in time for me to go to dinner!"

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

"That's the only significant news coming out today," Babs answered. "The pictures I saw of her make her 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 does not 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 he knew about it through computer records he'd checked. He had no idea how she could be Batgirl and operate out of the apartment as he saw it. Babs took him into the computer center in the second bedroom, and Tim's mouth fell agape, but before he had a chance to say anything or get his hands on any of the keyboards, Barbara yanked him by an arm and then led him into her bedroom. "Barbara, don't you think I'm a little young for this?" he joked, as she led her past her bed.

"Still a virgin, Tim?" she 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 that was soon to give birth, but since it wasn't known yet just who the baby's father was, he kept his 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 he saw Barbara disappear into the back of her closet, but recovered quickly and figured that he was supposed to follow her. Pushing some hangered blouses and jackets aside, he saw the hatchway and stepped through. Once again, Tim's mouth took the shape of an 'O' as he took in the sheer amount of costume supplies, weapons kits, and other feminine paraphernalia in the mini Batcave. "Welcome to my own little part of the Bat world, Tim!" she proclaimed.

"Wow, Barbara, 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, Tim, 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 that with the intimacy they'd be sharing shortly, his nude body would be nothing to worry about.

Barbara was doing a quick visual assessment as more and more of Tim's physique became apparent, and was pleased to see that his leg hair was barely visible. Then she noticed that his arms were more or less hairless, also. It then dawned on Babs that the undercover work that Tim had done as a prostitute probably called for hair removal, and it just hadn't grown back yet. As puberty took hold, Tim would probably find himself as hairy as an ape.

Once Tim had pulled off his drawers and was standing there stark naked, Babs saw that the excitement of the situation must have overpowered Tim's libido. His equipment was hanging limp, showing no sign of the stiffness she feared she would have had to relieve. "Tim," said Barbara, "quickly, while you still can, spread your legs and fold your tool back between them."

Tim had done this before, and knew just what to do. "Don't forget, Barbara, this is what I had to do last year." He even knew to tuck his balls up into the cavity above them, making as small a bulge as possible. As stood there with his left hand behind himself, holding his equipment in place, Babs reached up and grabbed the new panties. Tim knew what was coming, and lifted his right foot so she could slip it through the opening.

He then lifted his left foot, and Babs started to pull the panties up. She wriggled them over his hand, then told him, "Okay, Tim, you can let go now. There is a special gaffe within these panties to keep your equipment in the 'up and locked' position."

Barbara worked at shifting the panties back and forth until they were settled into position, and whistled when she saw how realistic the new crotch looked, nestled amongst a full set of nicely rounded hips and perfectly shaped ass. The skin tone of the panties almost matched Tim's skin color, but that wouldn't matter for that evening's mission.

"Okay, Tim, now for the fun part. I presume you had to wear a corset when you were last dressed up?"

"Yeah, and at the time, I swore I'd never do that again. Guess I was wrong, eh, Babs?" he answered. "I'm glad I didn't eat any dinner yet!"

"When I get you laced up, you won't be able to fit any food down into your gut!" Barbara smiled.

She reached up to the rack and took down the corset she'd worn herself earlier in the year for some undercover work, then moved over behind Tim. "Stand a few feet from the wall, and lean forward, bracing yourself with your arms," she told him. Once he'd done so, Barbara drew the corset around his midsection, then started working the laces. Quite a few groans and grunts later, the two laces were joined at the middle of Tim's backside, holding his waist within a boned shell molding it to a measly 23 inches. Babs had tried to get it down to either her 22 inches or the 21 inches she'd had it at when she wore it, but Tim's ribcage just wouldn't let her get it anywhere under 23 inches. That would have to do.

Barbara handed Tim a flesh toned body briefer, and he pulled it on up over the panties and corset. He noticed that there weren't full cups on the briefer, and wondered what Babs was going to do for breasts. He didn't have long to wait. Barbara approached him with a box holding two huge silicone breast forms, and a can of what looked like glue.

"Don't worry, Tim," she said, trying to soothe him after the look she caught on his face. "This is an easily soluble paste, which will hold your breasts in place, with the support of the half cup brassiere in the briefer. When you see the front of these breasts, you'll know why I didn't want to hide them in a full cup."

When Barbara took out the first of the forms, and slathered it with paste, Tim saw the aureoles and nipples evident on them. "I see what you mean, Babs," he said, "those nipples look good enough to suck!"

"And hopefully hard enough to stand out in your costume!" she added.

With Tim now shaped like a woman, it was time to make him look like one, too. "Tim, did you do any of your own makeup while in disguise, or did Batman do it all for you?" Babs asked.

"I only did touchups on areas that got smudged," he answered. "All the basic work was done by Batman."

"Okay, then, have a seat, but face me, not the mirror. This would be a lot easier if I had one of those masks I used last year, but I think it wouldn't pass muster in a close up situation. I'll have to do you up the hard way."

Babs then started with a basic foundation, thankful that Tim's complexion was similar to her own. This was then powdered, and blush applied to his cheeks. Babs worked the blush carefully to blend the shapes of Tim's face into something resembling her own. A pair of hazel contact lenses were put over Tim's blue eyes, to match her own. When wearing her mask, Barbara almost always wore electric blue eyeshadow, so Tim's eyelids and the area below his eyebrows were worked over.

Tim's eyebrows themselves weren't bushy, so none had to be plucked, but Babs still went over them with a dark red pencil to bring them closer to her own shade. She did up his lashes with a black mascara, then used a black pencil to line the lids. Her traditional fire engine red lipstick was applied to his lips, lined with a maroon pencil, then sealed with a lipgloss. Tim's lips weren't quite as full as Barbara's, but that hopefully wouldn't be a problem.

When Tim's face was finished, and started to look a lot like the one doing the work, Barbara was satisfied. She looked at his rather short black hair, and debated about using a wig cap or not, but decided to err on the side of better judgment, and grabbed the nearest one on the rack; she then pulled it on over his head. She tucked the strands of black 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 the shoulder blades. Knowing that Tim could handle the brushing, she gave him the brush while she went to get her batsuit.

When she pulled the hanger from the rack with the black 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 she softly said, "Yesss..."

Tim thought he heard Babs say something to him, 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, Tim? I missed it."

Tim figured Babs must have been in another world, and couldn't know how correct he'd been, when he said, "Oh, nothing, Babs. 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 batsuit 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 batsuit off its hanger.

Barbara pulled down the zipper on back, then handed it to Tim. He slid first his left leg, then his right, into the legs of the suit, then pulled it up, smoothing the material on his legs as he went. The material felt even more silky than the hose he'd worn the year before, and he said, "Babs, what is this material? It feels awesome!"

Babs put on a wide grin, and said, "Tim, that is a material that 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. Oh, wait. I forgot. Most of your upper body is covered with foundation garments, so the only stimulation you'll probably feel is in your legs and arms. That's probably all well and good, because I've grown used to it and can handle the stimulation, whereas you may find it more than you can handle!"

Barbara was starting to reach behind Tim to pull up the zipper, when he surprised her and did it all by himself. Tim's arms were more limber than she thought. Tim sort of wiggled as she felt the material working his 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 his hair over his 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. However, let me get one more item before them."

As Batgirl reached over to the pile of Tim's clothes, Babs told her, "From here on, try to start referring to yourself as a female, not a male. You'll find it making the disguise that much easier. Also, as you'll soon see, those gloves have all the dexterity of your own fingertips."

Barbara was in for a slight shock when Batgirl stood up. She'd popped the voice modifier into her throat while Babs was talking. "I don't think that will be a problem, Barbara," Batgirl said, in Barbara's voice!

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

Babs picked up the 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. Batgirl 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 yellow 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 as she handed the black headpiece over. Batgirl 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, Batgirl 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 said, in a voice that echoed her own. "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 folks 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, Batgirl. 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, Barb," 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. Batgirl 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 stoplights 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 was maybe a bit overdressed for the occasion, her father thought. After all, this was 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 Babs 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 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 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 that Barbara was. Barbara 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. Babs 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 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 good-bye to him, saying, "Good night, daddy. Thanks for the dinner. See you tomorrow!"

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

While Babs and her father were dining, Tim was navigating the Batcycle in a squares pattern through downtown Gotham. So far, the faux Batgirl had been lucky. No crimes had been reported calling for her help, and even Batman had checked in on the net to see if it was as calm as it seemed. Feeling confident, Batgirl told him over the radio that that she was out on patrol and hadn't seen a thing.

This call had been heard by other ears, and shortly after Batgirl had made her call, Nightwing waved at her from the side of the street to come over. Curious, Batgirl turned the Batcycle around and headed back to the spot where she'd seen Nightwing. 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, Batgirl 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!" he exclaimed, as he grabbed her by her left arm and swung 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, she 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 his experience from a year earlier to good use. 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. The silicone felt just like the flesh of a real breast, and Batgirl knew enough to squirm and moan while her tongue was battling to make it seem like she was feeling the fondling.

She felt her own equipment trying to harden down below, but the gaffe kept her looking feminine. The excitement did increase Tim's sensitivity in his 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."

Dick backed off, and gathered his wits. "I'm sorry, Batgirl, 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!"

'Oh what you don't know,' Batgirl thought to herself. 'But wait, I AM a woman, as far as he is concerned. Maybe I can get him set up for Barbara, later on. Let's see...'

"Nightwing, you 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 who true that statement really was. "I am more than a woman, I am a 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 if maybe that last statement might have been a bit overboard, 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. "Let's see if you like one of her favorites!"

Before she could do anything, Batgirl found herself with her hands locked behind her back. Somehow, Nightwing had slapped a set of Batcuffs on her during the festivities. In no time, Nightwing's tights were at his ankles, and his penis was hard as a rock, sticking out like an engorged lance. Batgirl felt her shoulders being forced down, and she fell to her knees. She knew what was coming now. She'd avoided sucking a cock a year ago, but this time it looked like she was going to find out just what it was like. The problem was, she'd just finished telling her accoster that she was looking forward to it! How could she resist?

Reluctantly, Batgirl opened her mouth, but not enough for Nightwing to ram his prick in. She knew that if his cock got in far enough, its head would reach the voice modifier at the back of her throat. She extended her tongue, and started to lap his cock. The taste was appalling at first, but just as Tim had developed a liking for the taste of Stephanie's cunt, Batgirl quickly put off the flavor and started working her lips over the engorged head. Dick Grayson was circumcised at least, she noticed, glad that she wouldn't have to contend with a sleeve around his prick head. To her great surprise, this small effort on her part was enough to bring Dick to an orgasm. Cum started shooting into her mouth before she could stop it, and before she could even gag, she started swallowing. This surprised the male within the female shell.

For some reason, Tim found no problem in swallowing the cum that was spewing forth into Batgirl's mouth. The flavor wasn't that bad, it was warm, and the stuff was almost acting like a lubricant, easing its way down her throat. She hoped it didn't affect the voice modifier. She trusted that Batman would have foreseen the possibility of this occurring last year, and made it capable of taking the stress.

Nightwing saw Batgirl eagerly sucking his member dry, swallowing gobs of cum at a time. He'd always hoped the female member of the Bat team would be a good partner, and now he knew his answer. He couldn't wait to get her into a bed, to see how she could really perform.

Finishing off her debut performance, Batgirl used her tongue to lap the remaining fluids from around Grayson's rapidly shrinking prick. As Dick reached down to tuck it back into his drawers, she told him, "I wasn't really prepared to do that unwillingly, but now that its done, I can see where the adventure of doing it that way brings on an added thrill. Was it good for you?"

Pulling up his tights, Nightwing said, "I think its pretty obvious how good it was for me, Batgirl. Your lips had me coming long before I thought I would. I had hoped to deep throat you, but maybe next time. You know, you really should consider changing your name. BatGIRL just doesn't seem appropriate."

"I'll consider that, Nightwing. If you can graduate from Robin to Nightwing, I suppose maybe I could advance also. We'll see. Now, would you please take these Batcuffs off my wrists?"

"Ooops, sorry about that," he said. "Really, Batgirl, I'm sorry about the way this came down. 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?"

Shaking and twisting her wrists, Batgirl stood, then looking Dick directly in the eyes, said in almost a whisper to avoid overhearing, "For now, Dick, you're forgiven. 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, Batgirl. 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.

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! Yes, indeed, I do believe that I will have corrupted two Batgirls before this night is over!" 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."

Batgirl 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 she 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 guess correctly. Tim had watched Batgirl 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.

Batgirl wished she had some of Robin's night vision goggles, not realizing that a pair were in one of her belt compartments. She 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 towards an unknown threat, and inched his way towards where the moans were coming from. Batgirl 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 Dominoed Daredoll 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 stitch 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 light. 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 snow blindness for a few moments.

When the cops recovered their vision, they both took in the vision in black and 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 Batgirl 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. Batgirl 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 Batgirl started heading towards 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 Daredoll was still out on the road. She knew Batgirl 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. Catgirl woke up. Babs shook her head, then knew who she was. She grinned wickedly.

Doing her makeup first this time, Catgirl 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.

Catgirl reached for the wig cap she'd used the night before, but did not 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 Babs sounded like such a wimpy name for a bitch like her.

She bounced names around as she pulled on her leotard, then zipped on her boots. "Hey, there we go," she said. "Kitty, yeah I like that. Not too wicked for everyday use, and perfectly descriptive for my lifestyle." Kitty 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 didn't seem to be in place. It then dawned on Kitty that the Batgirl costume wasn't on the rack, either. Catgirl 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 towards the Gotham Zoo. She was more interested in creating mayhem than stealing anything tonight. Her first priority was the large cats, obviously, and as Catgirl 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 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, Batgirl 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 Batgirl 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 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.

Tim found to her delight that she seemed to have the same natural instincts that the real Batgirl had. 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 Batgirl 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. She 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, Batgirl 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!"

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 Batgirl, 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 Batgirl, Catgirl had the whip snarling through the air at the upraised Batarang. It flew from her hand, not toward the black vixen, but back and away, to clatter uselessly to the ground.

Catgirl retracted her whip, expecting to have Batgirl at her throat. Instead, the heroine 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. Batgirl 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, Batgirl? Sorry, it's mine. Get your own. I can't stay to chat, so say goodnight, Batgirl!" 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, Kitty 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, number two found the crumpled black and 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 number one'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 copped a feel of her magnificent breasts!

Number one 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," number two 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?" one asked.

"I did find the remains of a tiny pellet near her body," two 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," one 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?"

One 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. One 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..." she started to say in a harsh, almost wicked voice, but faded out.

As her eyes fluttered open, Batgirl saw the shape she was in and the costume she was wearing, and was puzzled for just a moment. Then the clouds of identity confusion lifted; Tim 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, Batgirl. We stopped carrying any nonprescription painkillers a long time ago. Can you tell us what happened here? Here's what knocked you out," one 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?" two 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," one 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 himself, '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. The 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, 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 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. How was it that Batgirl had the same voice she did?

Catgirl made quick time of getting back into her lair, and knew for some reason that she had to get disrobed before Batgirl showed up. Kitty's thoughts were getting scrambled, and she couldn't quite make 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, Kitty 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 did he look familiar? Oh yeah, the clerk that sold her the boots.

"Hello, Barbara, or should I say, Kitty? I understand you've been through some changes in the past 24 hours. Do you like your new lifestyle? I 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 Cat's Eye Jade that I provided you with has already made inroads into her mind. It's a shame you had to leave her so soon at the zoo. I almost had our male friend completely his new female form. 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 Kitty shook her head. What was she doing? Oh, right, washing her face. It was Kitty 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 Kitty, 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, Barbara," Tim answered. "She is 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 appearing as Batgirl for appearances sake. Sorry, Tim. Let's get you back out of costume, so you can get back to your house. I'll drop you off at a bus stop so you can make it look good."

"Okay, Babs, 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 had all the time gone?

The first thing Batgirl did after they went back out into the mini Batcave was to remove the voice modifier from her throat. "This little baby worked beautifully, all night long. Not a soul thought the voice they were hearing wasn't that of Batgirl, and in one case, Barbara Gordon. Babs, you're going to have Dick Grayson coming on to you soon. We don't have time now, but I've got one hell of a story to tell you." It was Tim's voice telling her this. It almost seemed strange hearing that male voice coming from the form at hand.

Tim took no time at all in taking off the Batgirl costume piece by piece, doing so almost as fast as some of Barbara's quick changes. He needed a bit of help from Babs in removing the foundation garments, especially the corset, whose laces he could not reach. "How did this corset work for you, Tim, any problems?"

"I felt a bit stiff at first," he told her, "but in no time I was working around and with it, almost as if it was another piece of body armor being worn. Every now and then, I found myself caressing my tiny waist and broad hips, and almost started wishing they could stay that way. If these breast forms had had any feeling, I probably would have been squeezing them all night, too. This is one hell of an attractive body you've got, Babs."

As the panties were pulled down between his legs, Tim's tool finally sprang free. Barbara looked at with a hint of carnality in her eye, but time was of the essence. Tim grabbed all of his clothes, and led Barbara back out into her the closet and her bedroom. He laid the clothes on the bed while she secured the door, then 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. Tim was even faster, and had his t-shirt, jeans and sneakers on before she stood up. He was glad to be a boy again, but still felt a pang of lust for the body he'd worn all evening. Maybe another day...it was mid-October, and Halloween was coming up...

It didn't take long for Barbara to drive Tim to the bus stop, since there wasn't very much traffic at that time of night, and Tim had only a short walk from there to his house. He already had a foolproof alibi lined up for his father as he walked thru the front door at 11:15. It was Friday night, after all, there wasn't any need to get up early for school the next day.

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. Barbara Gordon couldn't possibly be Batgirl. Now this new Catgirl, he pondered...who the devil was she...


The End

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