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 authors.

 

Batgirl in this story is based upon the TV version played by Yvonne

Craig in the mid-60s.

 

Batgirl vs Sorceress, my version

By Janey altered by Steve Zink

 

Prologue

 

Halloween, Three Years Earlier

 

Over the years, Batman has never let any women catch his eye, other than maybe Catwoman. His alter ego, on the other hand, has seen many young ladies on and off. Bruce Wayne’s current seemingly steady girlfriend at that time was a cute looking young woman named Silver St. Cloud who had nearly waist length snow white hair. Along with Bruce, she’d been making plans for the big Halloween costume contest to be held at the Gotham Convention Center on Saturday evening. She’d also dressed up her own condo with lots of spider webs, pumpkins with wicked looking faces, witches and other Halloween articles. Friday morning, she was sitting in her living room while reading the newspaper when there suddenly came a deep, male voice from the pumpkin nearest her feet.

 

“Hello, Silver St. Cloud. My name is Smilin’ Jack, and I’m glad you had this pumpkin so near your feet.”

 

Alarmed, Silver looked down to try and see where that voice had come from. Nothing looked any different to her.

 

“You won’t find any sign of me,” Smilin’ Jack said. “I do have a great need for you. Say the word seductress.”

 

Silver couldn’t help herself, as her mind was being controlled. “Seductress.”

 

Suddenly, there was no sign of Silver St. Cloud in the room. Instead, there was a gorgeous looking woman with long black hair clad in shiny black looking very wicked. In her own voice, she said, “I’m all set now to help you in your task for this year’s Halloween.”

 

* * * * *

 

The Current Time

 

Public meetings of the Gotham City Council were always raucous affairs, complete with hot tempers, raised voices, and other histrionics that occur whenever a lot of people gather together to defend their divergent interests. But this meeting was shaping up to be nearly violent as business owners, counter-culturalists, and average citizens dealt with the Council's decision to allow a controversial event to take place on city grounds.

 

At issue was an event known as ‘The Spiral,’ which had applied for and received permission to use the Gotham City Fairgrounds as a venue. This would be its first time to be staged in Gotham, having been taking place in various other parts of the country over the past four years. The event was a bizarre blend of carnival sideshow and neo-pagan festival, sort of a cross between the yearly ‘Burning Man’ gathering and a Marilyn Manson concert. Attendees ran the gamut from new age druids and Wiccans to Goth characters from movies such as the Blade trilogy and Underworld. Most of the activities were harmless, even though they were disturbing to those on the outside of the communities to which the organizers pandered. But the event's main attraction during the past three years was the one that caused the most concern - a magic show performed by a mysterious woman known only as ‘Sorceress’. Accounts of the show varied, but the common elements in all the accounts included mock virgin sacrifices and erotic torture.

 

The suit wearing leader of an ad hoc association of business owners encouraged the event. "What's the big deal?" he asked. "They come, they do their thing, and they go. Sure, there are some Incidents that will occur, as there always are when a lot of young and passionate individualists pursue their interests. But, the only area that's really affected by the incidents are the grounds immediately around the venue. That area is populated by the businesses I represent, and we're willing to take the risk of allowing this event, because it's business! And on behalf of this business, I say allow this show!" His constituents in the crowd broke into hearty applause and shouted their approval.

 

Then the counter-culture representative, a young woman wearing Bohemian clothing and sporting spiked blue hair, several facial piercings, and tattoos on her bare arms, took the podium. "I know that many people have a problem with the way neo-pagans, free spirits, and Goths dress and act," she said, "but who gives anyone the right to tell us how we should look? Who has the right to tell us what to believe? This show is a big part of our culture, and in the name of freedom of expression, I demand that this event be allowed to take place!" Applause and cheers thundered from her supporters.

 

An average looking man wearing a button down Oxford shirt and tie made his points. "This indecent production draws every freak and miscreant in the area out from under the rocks and out of dumpsters in which they usually reside," he said. "If they would just mind their own business, that would be fine. But shows like the one that wants to come here emboldens these losers, and they become aggressive, belligerent, intimidating, and thuggish. If they want to look and act like a bunch of rejects, let 'em do it somewhere else where they'll leave us decent people alone!" His wing of the meeting attendees responding with applause and shouts.

 

The next speaker was none other than Gotham Police Chief O'Hara, who laid out his objections based upon a noticeable trend associated with the show. "The facts are indisputable," he argued, "wherever this show sets up, crime increases for the duration of its stay. And these crimes are not the typical teenager pranks and drunken hooliganism that usually accompany the county fair. No sir! Business are broken into, upscale homes are burgled, and other unexplainable occurrences are the norm while this thing operates. And all those crimes are so coincidental with this show that only a blind person couldn't see the connection!"

 

"Here, here!" roared many members of the crowd, while others yelled, "Prove it!" Someone even shouted, "What do you have against blind people?"

 

"Some of the citizens make a good point, Chief O'Hara," said the Council Chairman. "Now, I have the utmost respect for your considerable experience and judgement as a law enforcement officer. But, do you have any solid proof of any direct connection between this event and the criminal activity you cite?"

 

"Yeah! Prove it!" a few attendees shouted.

 

"No, Mr. Chairman, I don't," the Chief admitted reluctantly. "In fact,

the lack of fingerprints and even substantial damage at the crime

scenes is puzzling. But, my fellow police chiefs from around the

country have called me to warn me about this nefarious troupe. And

even without physical evidence, the fact remains that wherever this

show is allowed to operate, mayhem comes with it, and that's

enough to raise suspicion!"

 

"That's right, Chief!" yelled someone. "You tell 'em!"

 

"But Chief O'Hara," continued the Chairman, "suspicion isn't proof!

Surely you can see that!"

 

Chief O'Hara continued to argue his case, but it was obvious that

the Council couldn't legally rescind its permission to the show. And

when the final vote was taken, the result was that the show would

go on.

 

Barbara Gordon, who had been sitting quietly at the back of the room

throughout the meeting, shook her head, knowing that her weekend

plans were about to change. Also, she was wondering where the

most sane voice usually at these meetings was. There was no sign

of Bruce Wayne in the room.

 

There was no way for Barbara to know that Bruce Wayne was at

the meeting and had spoken loudly about the event. ‘He’ was there

as Sorceress, disguised as the spike haired young lady.

 

There was a reason Bruce Wayne was absent from this meeting,

as well as many other functions for the past few years. It had

nothing to do with any of the reasons Ms. Gordon figured on, such

as unavoidable work in the Bat Cave or Batman being off with the

Justice League.

 

 

Break to the past, Friday October 31, three years earlier

 

He couldn’t wait to get away from his desk, but then again, she

wouldn’t get there until 12 Noon. Silver St. Cloud had called Bruce

Wayne shortly after 10 to ask if he could do lunch with her.

 

“Of course, Silver! What’s going on?” he answered.

 

“There’s something I want to ask you, but face to face over lunch,

not on the phone,” she replied. “I don’t care how secure your

phone line is, my end is probably easily tapped. Let’s do Antonio’s,

where we can get our usual room to ourselves. I like the privacy he

gives us. Right at 12 okay with you?”

 

“Antonio’s at 12,” Bruce answered. “Should I call to have our typical

lunch ready for us?”

 

“What, are you in a hurry to eat and get rid of me? Just kidding!”

Silver said. “But no, let’s have the time to talk while the sandwiches

are being made.”

 

With a grin, Bruce told her, “Why do I get the feeling I should tell

Robbie I’m starting my weekend at Noon and won’t be back after

lunch?”

 

“You’re getting clairvoyant!” Silver replied. “If you like my

suggestion, that will be the case.”

 

“But still no hints?” he asked.

 

“Nope, I’ll spill the beans over one of Antonio’s bean salads,”

she said.

 

“It’s a date then, Ms. St. Cloud!”

 

“See you at 12, Mr. Wayne.”

 

As soon as she hung up, the business icon of Gotham City

punched the interline button for the desk of his personal assistant

Robert Fox. “Yes, Bruce?”

 

“Robbie, I’m taking off after lunch. There’s nothing special going

on yet that I know of, so just ask the chem lab to make sure

somebody is here tomorrow if that analysis isn’t finished today, and

on Sunday if not yet done on Saturday.”

 

“Will do,” Robbie answered, “have a fun weekend, and I mean it.”

 

Bruce was wondering if Robbie had been listening in on his

conversation with Silver. “I intend to, thanks!”

 

At the same time in Silver St. Cloud’s apartment, another

conversation took place after that phone call. A male voice came

from the carved pumpkin Silver had on her living room table, “Say

your code name again.”

 

“Seductress. Ah, I’m back. I’m glad I can still act as myself even in

my old form, but I do prefer to be this ultra sexy and wicked

looking, evil as sin bitch. It was Silver St. Cloud’s voice which

started this, but the much sexier voice of Seductress which finished.

 

“I presume from what I heard that you’re going to see Bruce for

lunch?” Smilin’ Jack inquired.

 

Silver, or rather the woman who had been Silver until a half hour

earlier, turned to face the pumpkin. “Yes, the plan is progressing

as you wished.”

 

“In that case,” the deep voiced demon of the pumpkin told her,

“change back into your Silver St. Cloud identity to go meet him.

Your powers will still be just as effective, but should you find

a need to become Seductress for full power, you’ll be alone with

him in that room.”

 

Seductress said her own code word, “Argent,” and immediately

then altered in form from a shoulder length raven haired goddess,

er…demoness in a sleeveless, cleavage exposing shiny black vinyl

leotard cut almost all the way up to her waist with a wide, shiny

black belt skewed at a sexy angle from her waist on the right side

to her hip on the left side. Below were black leather hot pants and

knee high shiny black vinyl boots laced tightly up the fronts having

extremely high stiletto heels. On her arms were opera length shiny

black gloves stretched tight.

 

She came back to her original form. Silver St. Cloud’s golden

blonde hair was slightly longer, and the light blue dress she was

wearing exposed almost as much cleavage with its deep V cut over

her chest. The hem was a few inches above her knees, and the

mid blue pumps she was wearing had more conservative four-inch

heels. While she looked like the same old Silver St. Cloud, the

code word had only altered her physical form. Seductress was

named Emily LaBrea, and that’s who she still was. Her Silver St.

Cloud identity was only something to use as a cover now.

 

Smilin’ Jack had come to visit Silver an hour earlier. For this year’s

Halloween, the demon of the pumpkin wanted to do more than his

usual mischief and leave behind a magical trouble maker who

could create mayhem part-time all year long. To sweeten the pot,

he decided that in addition to his new agent, he’d give Jaquie

Lantern an accomplice with the power of super persuasion. So it

was that with this first visit, Silver St. Cloud died so that Ebony

LaBrea could be born.

 

“I presume you aren’t aware that Bruce Wayne is also Batman,”

he told her. “Now there will be another alter ego for Mr. Wayne,

one totally opposite to Batman, mischievous like me to the point

of being incredibly evil with no thought of morals, and also female

instead of male. I’ll see you later in Phoenix so you and Sorceress

can start your careers at The Spiral.”

 

“Very well,” Silver replied. “I didn’t know Bruce was also Batman,

and with him becoming your evil as sin female surrogate this is

going to be lots of naughty fun. I’ll call around to make sure we get

a hotel room with plenty of Halloween props, including pumpkins.”

 

“Be sure you do. Farewell, for now.”

 

She sensed that Smilin’ Jack was gone, so Seductress in the guise

of Silver St. Cloud called and finally made a reservation at the

Phoenix Hyatt Regency. Because it was one of three hotels near

The Spiral, the Hyatt was going all out with its Halloween motif. She

packed her bags, then called a cab to take her to Antonio’s.

 

The cab made better time than she’d figured, so at first the now

only part-time blonde beauty waited just outside the door. But not

for long. Antonio himself was doing meet and greet, and was

startled to see Silver alone out there. He stepped out and said,

“I’m pleased to see you, Ms. St. Cloud. I know you’re waiting for

Mr. Wayne, would you like to be seated in your special room to

wait for him there?”

 

“Thank you, yes. I hadn’t expected to get here so quickly,” she

replied. “I wonder if Bruce is coming by cab also, or if he called

Alfred. I won’t be able to see him come in from this room, so

please tell him I’m already here.”

 

“But of course,” Antonio replied. “Can I get you a drink while you’re

waiting?” he asked as they went inside.

 

“Just an iced tea for now, thanks.”

 

She only had time to take two sips before Bruce entered the room

wearing a big grin. “Silver, Antonio told me your cab got you here

rather early. I thought I was going to be the early one with the way

my cab got here so easily. I have to wonder where all the usual

Noon traffic is.” By now he was next to her, and she stood to join

Bruce in a hug and greeting kiss.

 

Moments later the waiter came in with Bruce’s iced tea. They

ordered their sandwiches and salads, and after he left Silver said,

“Bruce, you’re doing iced tea also?”

 

The Dark Knight in his man about town alter ego nodded and

smiled again. “With you keeping me in the dark, I want to keep my

options open.”

 

‘You don’t have any idea just how dark you yourself are going to

get,’ she thought while suppressing a wicked grin. Then Silver

just gave him a cryptic look and took another sip of her iced tea.

“How would you like to fly cross country and spend Halloween

night with me instead of going to that costume party here?”

 

“Sounds like fun, but miss seeing you in whatever costume you

were going to wear?” he replied.

 

“Oh, don’t worry,” she said, “you’ll still see me in a costume.”

 

“Where?” Bruce asked.

 

“Not yet. Remember, bean salad.” She giggled. It seemed like

Smilin’ Jack had been correct, even in this form her power must

have been strong enough to snag Bruce hook, line and sinker.

She could wait until later that night to take on what she now

considered to be her true form.

 

For the next few minutes while awaiting the food, Bruce and his

date just chatted about typical what’s going on type stuff. Then

finally, when she had her bean salad ready to eat, the blonde

looked directly into her date’s eyes. “I want to fly out to Phoenix,

Arizona. There’s a gathering going on that moves around the

country at no particular time interval which is specially themed for

this Halloween. I booked a room at the Hyatt Regency which is

right next to where The Spiral is taking place. We can both have

a lot of fun there.”

 

“I’ve heard of The Spiral,” Bruce replied. “With Halloween as

a theme, I imagine it’s going to be even wilder and crazier than

usual. Plenty of opportunity for fun. I’ll fly us out there right after

lunch. Are you packed yet?”

 

Silver nodded. “Yes, I have my two bags ready to go at my

apartment.”

 

“Good.” Bruce took another bite of his heavy on the bacon BLT,

then pulled his cell phone from out of his pocket. He hit the special

button to reach Alfred.

 

“Yes, Master Bruce?”

 

“Alfred, come over to Antonio’s to pick up Silver St. Cloud and

myself. I’ll need an overnight bag. I’m going to fly us out west for an

all evening date. Dick’s still in high school right now; later on, give

him a call and ask him to cover for me if anything comes up

tonight.”

 

“Will you be letting the Justice League know you’re unavailable

tonight, or should I call them also?”

 

“I wouldn’t worry about the Justice League. They can get by without

Batman for one night, and I don’t want Silver and I to be

interrupted.”

 

“Very good, sir. I estimate twenty-five minutes to get there.”

 

Bruce grinned. “Take your time, Alfred. We just started eating.

Plan on getting here at one. Oh, and would you please get them to

top off the fuel tanks on my Lear? I’ll file a flight plan when we get

to the airfield.”

 

“I’ll do that. Goodbye, Master Bruce.”

 

“Goodbye, Alfred.”

 

“All set, Silver. No hurry eating, I told Alfred to be here at one.”

 

The blonde nodded while saying, “Good, I’ll have time to cheat and

splurge on one of Antonio’s apple cobblers for dessert.”

 

“In that case, I’ll go along with you and have a death by chocolate,”

Bruce said with a smile. “Just don’t tell Alfred!”

 

The two continued chatting while finishing their main courses, and

when the waiter came by to check on them, the desserts were

ordered. Bruce finished by telling him, “Would you tell Antonio

that Alfred will be coming by at one to pick us up?”

 

“Sure thing, Mr. Wayne.”

 

By this time, Antonio had gotten to know Mr. Wayne and his butler

very well. If asked, Bruce ate a very lean meal.

 

Alfred would have a stroke if he saw his master savoring the

chocolate fudge brownie topped by chocolate ice cream and

chocolate syrup.

 

The last things Bruce and his date had were cups of coffee to

clear their mouths and settle their tummies.

 

At precisely 1 PM Alfred came to the front door. Bruce had already

paid, and he was chatting with Silver. “Master Bruce, Ms. St. Cloud,

are you ready to go?”

 

“All set, Alfred,” Bruce replied. “Are you parked in the back lot?”

 

“Yes, Master Bruce. There were no obvious places along the street

in front.”

 

“In that case, let’s use Antonio’s side door.” Bruce took Silver’s

hand and led her, with Alfred following, to the door. As they

approached it, Alfred stepped ahead to hold the door open. Then

he beat them to the black limo and opened the right rear door.

 

“Ms. St. Cloud?” She slid onto the rear bench seat. “And Master

Bruce.” He stepped in, pulling up close to the blonde beauty.

 

After Alfred closed his door and got the engine started, Bruce

asked, “Alfred, do you know the way to Silver’s apartment?”

 

“Yes, I do. I presume we’ll need to pick up Ms. St. Cloud’s

luggage?”

 

“Just two bags, Alfred,” she told him. “I already packed them before

I left for lunch.”

 

“Very good, Ma’am,” Alfred answered as the limo entered the traffic

on the street. It took him only a couple more minutes than had the

taxi earlier. After he parked close to the front door, the old

Englishman said, “Can I help you with your bags, Ms. St. Cloud?”

 

“No, that’s all right, Alfred. They’re not heavy. I’ll be back down in

a moment, Bruce.”

 

Alfred and Bruce were both waiting at the opened trunk when Silver

came out the door with a small black bag in each hand. Alfred

placed them next to Bruce’s, then got his two charges back into the

limo’s back seat.

 

As soon as they were headed for Gotham Int’l Airport, Alfred said,

“The tanks will be full as you requested, sir. I also asked them to

make sure the oxygen tanks were charged and the coffee machine

started. I took a look at the weather, and other than a frontal

system near the eastern side of the Rockies up north, it looks good

for your trip.”

 

“Thanks, Alfred. I’ll get a detailed look while I’m filing my flight

plan.” Bruce turned to his date. “Ever flown in a Learjet before,

Silver?”

 

“Not a Learjet, but I did get a ride in a Jetstar last year.”

 

“This will be a lot smaller,” Bruce replied. “Almost like flying in

a fighter compared to that Jetstar.”

 

She didn’t take much interest in the jet, so the rest of the short drive

to the airport was filled with more lovers’ chit-chat.

 

When the limo was parked in front of the Butler Aviation building,

Alfred got the luggage wheels device out of the trunk and put the

three bags on it. ‘”Here are your bags, Master Bruce,” he said when

Bruce and Silver joined him. “I’ll call Master Dick around four, and

just to add to his abilities if things get rough, I called Miss Barbara

before I left.”

 

“Thanks, Alfred. I doubt Dick would need her help, but you just

never know,” Bruce replied. “Silver, let’s go in so we can get started

on the paperwork so we can get going.”

 

It turned out the weather had moved a bit south, so instead of

going directly from Gotham City to Phoenix, Bruce filed for direct to

Dallas and then from there to Phoenix. After a quick preflight to

verify his Lear was gassed and ready to go, he loaded the three

bags into the small bin below and behind the cabin. Then Bruce

followed Silver up the steps and pulled the door closed. He gave

her a brief introduction to the complexities of the instrument panel,

then strapped Silver into the copilot’s seat. There weren’t very

many airliners backed up on the taxiways, so after a short time

they were aloft and heading west southwest.

 

To relieve the boredom that set in for Silver after the initial glee at

seeing everything from the driver’s seat instead of a passenger

window wore off, Bruce told her some of the background of the

Learjet in which she was riding. Calling it a fighter earlier wasn’t so

far off, since the aircraft was designed back in the early sixties to

utilize the wings and some of the systems of a fight jet the Swiss

designed and tested but never put into production. Things

eventually died down until just the thankfully clear view of the

scenery below and the radio chatter was all Silver had going for

her. That, and the planning she was doing for the evil woman her

pilot would soon become.

 

After the usual post-flight activities, Bruce hailed a cab from the

queue outside the bag claim area of the terminal. It was a bit more

than a half-hour later when the cab pulled up to the front door of

the Hyatt Regency. The sun had just set, having been low and in

Bruce’s eyes for the last part of the flight. The clear air gave

a much more spectacular looking sunset, and Silver was

astounded to see the number of stars already visible. The usual

smog laden skies over Gotham allowed only a small number of

the brightest stars to be seen.

 

After asking if one was available and getting an affirmative

answer, Bruce upgraded the reservation to one of the penthouse

suites. After an elevator trip all the way up, the two guests first

took note of all the spider webs and other spooky items adorning

the hallway. When they opened the door to their exquisite suite,

Silver was pleased to see that the penthouse suites were even

more decked out in Halloween props than her original room had

figured to be. There were pumpkins everywhere, all carved with

appropriately evil looking faces. There were a few ghosts and

witches hanging in corners, with even more spider webbing than

the hallway.

 

Bruce plopped his one bag on the king sized bed, then said, “I’m

going to take a quick shower to freshen up.”

 

“Okay,” Silver replied, “I don’t think I need one, so plan on going

over to The Spiral as soon as you’re finished.”

 

“Right.”

 

As the sound of the shower started, Smilin’ Jack let Seductress

know he was there. “I like this room Bruce got for you both. Go

ahead and change back into your true form so that when he gets

out of the shower you can get the process started for his

metamorphosis.”

 

The blonde said her true name, “Seductress,” and instantly

turned back into the black haired and black garbed goddess…or

was that anti-goddess.

 

“Good. Now go into the bedroom and remove his bag and other

clothes.” She did so, and placed them out of sight behind a chair.

Then Seductress took a seat.

 

The shower stopped, and after a few minutes for drying off Bruce

came into the living room with the towel wrapped around his

waist. Before he even got into the room he started to say, “Silver,

do you know where my bag and clothes-“ That question stopped

when he saw the vision in black. “Who are you, and what have you

done to Silver?”

 

As soon as his question ended, Bruce suddenly felt his body freeze

in place, with towel dropping to around his feet. “I am Ebony

LaBrea, and I’m known as Seductress. I only let Silver St. Cloud be

seen when necessary, such as for lunch and our flight. Argent. All

of a sudden, Bruce saw Silver again. “Seductress.” Then the

woman in black was back.

 

A booming, deep voice then came from the nearest pumpkin. “I had

Seductress remove your bag and clothing so that you’d come out

here in the nude. I’m the one who immobilized you. My name is

Smilin’ Jack and I come to visit on every Halloween to play jokes on

folks, turn some costumed people into the real thing and just plain

have fun creating mayhem. But I’m limited to just this one day of

the year. I need to have an agent who’s here all the time and can

fill in doing my dirty work whenever the occasion arises. Oh, I did

forget to mention that one of my favorite tricks is to change men

into women.”

 

At that moment, Bruce Wayne disappeared, and standing in his

place was a woman so stunningly beautiful that she made Ebony

look kind of plain. She had long blonde hair that fell more or less

straight down to her tiny waist. There were two huge breasts on

her chest that an exotic dancer would pay a fortune to have. “You

are my agent, Jaqueline,” Smilin’ Jack told her, “or Jaquie Lantern.

But as stunning as you look in the nude, using all the magical

powers you have could be awkward au natural. So from now on

you can dress any way you like, but as the super witch called

Sorceress, here’s your costume.”

 

Jaquie’s height increased by nearly seven inches as her body

became encased in a second skin of ultra shiny black latex which

showed off all her feminine attributes. An extension of the body

suit covered her head and upper face so that only her eyes, lips

and chin could be seen. Her luxurious blonde hair was completely

hidden. Matching gloves went up past her elbows and that increase

in height was due to the matching thigh high boots with their

skyscraper stiletto heels. For dramatic effect, a long black cape

was attached to her shoulders.

 

“You can always add a pointed witch’s hat, I suppose,” Smilin’ Jack

mentioned, “but you already look wicked enough to match your

personality.”

 

“Mmmmm…I can feel the power surging through my body, thanks!

You can relax now, I’ll be doing your work for you. Not all the time,

obviously, since I have to let Bruce live his life most of the time. But

while I’ll know about everything Bruce does, he’ll have no inkling of

what I do.” She could easily move now, and turned to face

Seductress. “Unless I set it up in advance for Bruce to let me take

his place, you’re my key to get him to say the name Jaquie Lantern.”

 

“Right, I’m Seductress all the time, even if I let the world see Silver

St. Cloud every now and then.”

 

“In that case, I think we’re all set here, Smilin’ Jack,” Sorceress

said. “You can take it easy now, we’re going over to The Spiral for

our first jobs. Bruce may be ultra rich, but I need to perform evil

shows and do some robberies on the side to make my own

fortune.”

 

“Exactly!” Smilin’ Jack stated. “Have fun, ladies!”

 

Her enhanced magical powers confirmed to Sorceress that her

benefactor was gone. “Okay, Seductress, let’s get to work. No

sense letting anyone here in the hotel get an advance look at these

super sexy Halloween costumes which we’ll wear from now on.”

 

Sorceress invoked a spell, and the two babes in black appeared

on the street amongst the crowd headed for the entry gate. Not

that it was really needed, Seductress used her own powers to

guarantee that they’d both be hired to start that night. Sorceress

filled in for Smilin’ Jack in doing an act she’d continue and

improve upon in which ‘volunteer’ attendees would be placed into

bondage scenes and altered in the process.

 

After their first standing ovation, the two evil vixens left The Spiral

to find a nearby jewelry store they could pilfer. Seductress giggled

when she saw Sorceress conjure up many pairs of animated white

gloves which did the actual break-in and collection work. Their new

life was going to be lots of fun, she knew for sure.

 

When they reappeared back in the penthouse, Sorceress said,

“I guess I’ll have to let Bruce fly us back to Gotham City. Go ahead

and change back into Silver and hide all our loot in your bag so

that when Bruce comes back everything will look normal.”

 

“Okay, Jaquie. He won’t know about the events of the evening, so

maybe I’ll just fill him in.” Seductress gathered the bags and

clothes from behind the seat to take them into the bedroom. The

Sorceress followed her with the towel in her hand. “Argent.”

 

“Millionaire Playboy.”

 

Bruce Wayne blinked as he looked at Silver and the clock behind

her. “Silver, I can’t recall anything of what we did at The Spiral.”

 

His eyes were locked on hers. “You must have had so much of

a good time it overwhelmed you,” she replied. You came right back

to take a shower so you could freshen up before going to sleep.

Take my word for it, you had a great evening. We’d better get to

bed so we’ll be rested for the flight home.”

 

“Yes, The Spiral was lots of fun,” Bruce agreed. Do me a favor and

set up a wake up call for 7 AM while I brush my teeth.”

 

“Right.”

 

 

So began the intermittent sightings of Sorceress, most often at The

Spiral shows. Which entailed Bruce Wayne to be out of town and

unavailable….

 

* * * * *

 

Back to the present time

 

Back at her apartment, Barbara Gordon changed into a tank top

and sleeper shorts, started some water boiling for a cup of relaxing

herbal tea, and began googling The Spiral.

 

The show started innocently enough when the neo-pagan and Goth

culture began attracting large numbers of young people between

18 and 25 years old. At first, it was merely a carnival, with a midway

of Goth-themed rides, counter-culture bands and acts, and a side

show based on druidic and medieval attractions. As the show's

popularity increased, so did the intensity of the event, and reports

of violence became common. And after the promoters signed

Sorceress, attendance began increasing almost exponentially.

 

"Hmmm," Barbara said to herself, "what is it about this

'Sorceress'? She seems to be the main attraction of this thing."

 

Half an hour's research yielded no results about Sorceress, except

that young men couldn't get enough of her show, which was

a fusion of magic, heavy metal music, erotic torture, and general

debauchery.

 

'Well, boys will be boys,' the brunette thought.

 

But her research also turned up the fact that after almost every

performance, a young woman who had attended the show filed an

assault complaint with the local police. Usually, the matters were

settled out of court, with the files sealed.

 

"They must have some pretty savvy lawyers to be able to keep

such things out of the public eye."

 

After making her tea, Barbara then began checking on what Chief

O'Hara had said about the increase in crime that accompanied The

Spiral. He wasn't exaggerating. Besides the mayhem that usually

occurs at such events, the robberies and burglaries were truly

astounding, with jewelry stores being the main targets. The police

reports reflected what the Chief had said; there was plain little

evidence of just how the thefts were carried out. Security cameras

showed only a dark figure in a shapeless hooded cloak, carrying

a briefcase of some sort, standing outside the target establishment.

The figure seemed to toss something to the ground. A moment

later, the security camera would go dark for several minutes. When

the image was restored, the jewelry cases were emptied and the

figure gone.

 

Certain of a connection between The Spiral and the thefts, Barbara

leaned back in her chair, crossed her legs, and sipped her tea.

"I wonder..." she thought out loud. She then picked up her copy of

the Gotham Times and began looking through the advertisements.

"Yes, there it is," she said, as she looked at the advertisement for

The Night Sky, one of Gotham's oldest and most successful

jewelry dealers. A new delivery of Belgium's finest diamonds and

South African gold coins was now available to the public, and the

sale would start in two days. The Spiral was due to arrive in town

tomorrow. Barbara returned to her computer and brought up a map

of the area where the store was located - only a mile from the

Gotham City Fairgrounds.

 

"With most of Chief O'Hara's police force trying to maintain order at

the fairgrounds, The Night Sky will be an easy target," Barbara

mused. "I hope the Dark Knight Damsel knows about all this," she

said with a giggle.

 

* * * * *

 

The Spiral had moved onto the Gotham County Fairgrounds and

was setting up for their opening the next day. Tension in the city

had not subsided. Newscasts featured on-air debates regarding the

show; the Gotham Times was inundated with angry letters to the

editor from free-speech activists, community standards advocates,

and business representatives. In Gotham's public schools, teachers

and administrators were having to deal with students attending

classes while wearing Spiral-themed clothing that violated district's

dress codes, and in homes, parents and teenagers argued over

permission to attend the event and curfews. And Gotham's Finest

was preparing for a long couple of days while the show was in town.

 

At the Gotham Public Library, Barbara Gordon had her hands full

with teenagers who were becoming unruly, excited about the

possibility of exercising a bit of youthful rebellion. They were talking

loudly and disturbing the more serious minded library patrons, and

they were complaining that the library's computer filters were not

allowing them to bring up The Spiral's website. Barbara finally

directed library personnel to hang up signs that simply read, "NO!

We will NOT disable the computer filters!"

 

At one table, a group of boys were being especially rowdy. Barbara

approached them and gently reminded them that they were in

a library, and they needed to settle down maintain quiet. The boys

laughed.

 

"Miss Gordon," one boy began, "why don't you go to Sorceress'

show? Maybe she'll put you up on stage!" The other boys laughed.

Barbara remained composed.

 

"Yes, that would be something, wouldn't it?”

 

"Sure, Miss Gordon! Why not?" another boy chimed in. "With that

hot little body of yours, dressed in somethin' sexy, like a nice tight

black catsuit, on stage with Sorceress...DAMN! I'd pay double to

see that show!"

 

Barbara glared at the boy. "You know, I see a 'sexual predator'

charge in your future," she said with an edge to her voice.

 

"And I see 'sexual prey' in your future, be-yotch!" another boy

yelled.

 

"That's it!" Barbara snarled. "Leave the library immediately, all of

you, before I get the security guard to show you out!"

 

The boys gathered their things and headed for the door, making as

much noise as they could on their way out, loudly saying things like,

"Oh yeah! Miss Gordon, in chains, at the mercy of Sorceress! Can

you handle it? WOOOO-HOOOO!"

 

"Little juvenile delinquents!" Barbara huffed.

 

After a quick dinner following her day at the library, Barbara went

into her bedroom and pressed the hidden button under her dressing

table. The whole wall spun around, replacing the brunette's simple

dressing table with racks and drawers holding the costume parts for

her alter ego. 'This should be the perfect night to show off the new

version of my costume for the first time,' she thought as her hands

reached for the hanger holding the new black spandex Batgirl

costume. 'So much more appropriate for facing Sorceress,

I should think!'

 

Seconds later the brunette beauty was out of all her clothes

including her bra and panties. 'Can't have any lines showing under

this skintight spandex!' she thought while pulling the top up over her

abundant chest and slipping her arms into its sleeves after making

sure the bright yellow bat was centered over her shiny, bulging

black breasts. The yellow lurex cape was clipped to her shoulders,

after which she shook out her short black hair. The long Batgirl red

wig was put on to hide her real hair. Her new yellow utility belt was

slung around the tops of her hips well below her tiny waist, then

she sat down to zip on her newly acquired yellow latex knee high

boots. 'These killer heels ought to increase my own agility while at

the same time drawing the attention of the scum who want to fight

me,' the heroine thought as she came to her feet standing five

inches taller. Then she pulled on her elbow length yellow spandex

gloves, and finally pulled the black spandex cowl and mask down

over her head, making sure her long red wig was still hanging freely

over the cape on her back.

 

She stepped in front of her vertical mirror for a personal inspection,

and smiled. "Well, if those young twerps at the library could see me

now! Time to go over to The Night Sky and catch Sorceress at her

game!" the now sexily clad Dark Knight Damsel said as she first

collected all the parts of one of her purple costumes to bring along

just in case anything happened to the black spandex, then pressed

the button to hide her costumes again. With the older costume

under one arm, she went out the hatch to her Bat Bike. Into one of

the bike's rear compartments went the pile of shiny purple, and

then the vision in black and yellow got underway.

 

Just to be safe, Babs parked her bike where it could be hidden from

view in an alley two blocks away from The Night Sky. Then she took

to the roofs. The Tower Clock in the Square at Old Town Gotham

struck ten. All the quaint old shops were closed for the evening and

the street lamps were on. There was no one in the Square, and all

was quiet.

 

Around a corner a dark hooded figure in a nearly ground length

cape appeared, carrying a briefcase - the same figure that had

been seen on the security camera footage from the various jewelry

store break-ins. The figure paused, surveyed the street and the

buildings, and finding the sign for The Night Sky Jewelry store,

began walking purposefully toward it.

 

The figure stopped in front of The Night Sky's door, and then as if

throwing something, raised a black covered hand to the street

lamp. A couple of seconds later, the street lamp went dark. Then,

the figure tossed something to the ground. A few moments later,

the figure turned toward the door and opened the brief case,

occasionally glancing over-shoulder to ensure no one else was in

the vicinity. After several minutes, the figure shut the brief case,

turned to the street, and started to walk away.

 

"I believe you have some unfinished business with The Night Sky,"

Batgirl said as she stepped out from between two buildings and

stood on the sidewalk with her feet shoulder-width apart and her

fists on her shiny black hips. "Mind if I take a look in that case?"

 

The figure turned to face Batgirl. Briefly the heroine caught sight

of a very shapely woman almost exactly her own height, but

presumably a bit shorter since she noticed what looked like nearly

seven-inch sharp stiletto heels on the black, laced-up thigh high

boots she was wearing. The woman was wearing shiny black latex

gleaming much more than her own spandex, but without any bat or

other design to break up the gleaming ebony. There was no telling

what color the woman's hair was, because her head was in a cowl

and mask much more covering than her own. There were sexily

shaped eye holes barely big enough to show her eyes and brows,

two tiny holes below her nose, and even what looked like sexy red

lips covering her own. Thanks to having all of Batman’s memories

and knowledge, the wicked stealer recognized Batgirl and knew

all about her.

 

"But, of course," came the sinister but feminine voice. The figure

opened the case. "Perhaps you'd like some light, nice and bright!"

 

Suddenly, Batgirl was blinded by a powerful halogenic beam,

courtesy of a flashlight held by the figure. Batgirl raised her hands

to protect her eyes, and assumed a defensive stance to protect

herself from an expected attack.

 

And indeed, the attack began. Batgirl felt her arms being grabbed

above her elbows and pulled down and to her back. She was

confused. The figure obviously had an assistant, but she had been

waiting in the area for a couple of hours, and she hadn't seen

anyone. She knew no one had accompanied the figure to the store

front. But the figure was holding the light, and someone else was

grabbing her arms. Batgirl struggled against the assailant's grip

while the light continued to blind her. With great effort, she turned

her back to the figure, only so that she might open her eyes and

assess the situation. The hands on her elbows continued pulling

her arms behind her back. Batgirl resisted with all her might.

Suddenly, she felt other hands grabbing and pulling at her ankles.

Another attacker!

 

With two assailants having the advantage of surprise and

man-handling her in the darkness, Batgirl knew she was in trouble.

She tried to kick the assailant that was working her ankles, but the

attacker's grip was too strong, and without a solid foot stance, she

was practically powerless to defend herself. With a strong torque,

the two assailants spun Batgirl around to face the mysterious

figure, who continued shining the blinding light directly into Batgirl's

face. Batgirl shut her eyes tightly and continued to struggle,

swinging her hips, rolling her shoulders, pulling against the grip on

her elbows, trying to jerk her legs free.

 

Suddenly, a strong slap stung her left cheek, then her right. Batgirl

then received two stiff punched to her stomach. A third attacker!

Two more slaps to her face stunned Batgirl such that her struggling

lessened. The assailant holding her ankles brought her feet

together. At the same time, she felt another set of hands take her

wrists and bring her hands together behind her back. Was it the

same attacker that had slapped her, or was it yet another assailant?

Being unable to see, Batgirl just didn't know. 'Even if I did know

how many attackers there are,' she reasoned, 'what could I do?

They have me just where they want me!'

 

Batgirl then felt and smelled the unmistakable sensation of

a chloroform soaked rag being pushed over her nose and mouth. It

was inevitable that she'd have to breathe, and moments later the

Dark Knight Damsel entered the waiting arms of Morpheus.

 

"Quick now!" Sorceress exclaimed. "Unzip her boots so I can make

sure my memories are correct."

 

Seductress unzipped both of the bright yellow boots while at the

same time Sorceress pulled down the hidden zippers on her own

black boots, taking pains to make sure the lacing in front stayed

secure. She was handed the left yellow boot, and proceeded to

slide her foot in and then zip it up tight after finding that her

knowledge was correct - she and her knocked out captive shared

the same foot size. "Perfect!" she excitedly said while pulling the

boot back off and reaching into her bag for the long red wig she'd

obtained. She knew about Batgirl’s long red wig, but wanted to use

her own. "Time for Operation Presto Chango to be finished."

 

Less than five minutes later, Sorceress was no longer Sorceress

as she pulled the long red wig over her own waist length blonde

hair. This was followed by the bat eared black spandex cowl and

mask, and now she was Batgirl. The blonde wig she'd brought

along had already been placed over the brunette's hair, and after

the head covering cowl was zipped closed, she was no longer

Batgirl. From the top of her head to the pointed toes of her

stiletto heeled boots, Sorceress was covered in gleaming black

latex. The apparent Batgirl then did a spell to make the original

now seeming to be Sorceress able to wear any size heels.

 

The faux Batgirl reached into her utility belt for the smelling salts

she knew would be there thanks to having all of Batman’s

knowledge, then held them under the new occupant of her old

costume's nose with her left hand. Her right hand held the already

spinning specially made hypnotizing wheel she'd obtained a month

earlier. As the eyes within the sexy eye openings started to open,

they caught sight of the spinning wheel and instead of becoming

unconscious as from the chloroform, her mind became open but

uncontrolled. Then a mirror was held in front of her face. In it she

saw the sexily cowled face of her foe, Sorceress. "Who do you

see in this mirror?" she heard.

 

With no control, she replied, "I see Sorceress."

 

"Of course," she then heard. "That's because you're looking at your

own reflection, and you know very well that you are the wily and

wicked woman called Sorceress."

 

"Yes, how could I not know that I'm looking at my own reflection,"

Sorceress replied.

 

"Well, since you are the ultra evil villainess called Sorceress and

I caught you trying to rob The Night Sky, I guess we'll just have to

tie you up to this light pole to let the owner and then the police find

you in the morning."

 

"You'll never be able to stay out of my grasp, Batgirl!" Sorceress

said as she felt her arms being lifted by two pairs of hands. Then,

all the helpers of Batgirl - who knew how many – again grabbed

their subdued captive and began moving her backwards,

eventually standing her against a street lamp. Rope was then

wrapped around her body and the street lamp, securing her in

a very strict pole-tie. She opened her eyes momentarily to try to get

some idea of what was happening to her, but Batgirl was already

walking off. She had no choice but to stand proudly erect in her

sexy fetish boots as they did the pole-tie. Sorceress would just have

to await her fate, while her breasts heaved from her fruitless

struggle and her mind raced to try and make plans for her trapping

of Batgirl.

 

Then Sorceress felt a hot breath close to her face.

 

"So, Gotham's latest villainess, Sorceress...beaten, stunned, and

tied to a street lamp," the figure hissed. "Consider this a warning,

girl, and learn your lesson well. Don't tangle with me. You can't

imagine what I can do to you."

 

The figure switched the light off. Sorceress immediately opened

her eyes, but they were unadjusted to the darkness, so she still

couldn't see. She had no idea that on the other side of the pole

was the special briefcase full of tricks. Or rather, the second of her

own that the real Sorceress was donating to her replacement.

 

She heard the figure running away, and began struggling to try to

free herself from the pole-tie. But the ropes were very tight.

 

A good distance now from the tied up heroine who now thought

she was the incredibly evil Sorceress, the real thing who looked

like Batgirl said, “I’ll magically send us both back to the hotel room

we got for this Gotham version of The Spiral. You ready?”

“Yes, zap us there!” Seductress replied.

 

Both disappeared and showed up in the open floor of the hotel

room. Right away the faux Batgirl started to magically generate

items to be added to the briefcase they’d left with the tied up

Sorceress. When exposed to them, presuming she gets to their

briefcase before the one they knew Catwoman was preparing to

make her an evil kitten, Barbara would find her body and mind

becoming identical to those of Sorceress to become their

magically powered evil accomplice.

 

“These are to be added to the briefcase I’m presuming Batgirl will

bring with her when she comes looking for us at The Spiral in the

morning. I’m going to zap myself into the Bat Cave so that

presuming the owner of The Night Sky calls the police when he

finds Sorceress tied up to that light pole, I’ll be there as Batman to

take the call from the police. After we drop off Batgirl as Sorceress

Robin and I will go back to the Bat Cave. I’ll get him off to school,

and then see about doing some robberies as Batgirl. Plan on

walking from here to The Spiral around 8 in the morning to be set

for the arrival of the so far false Sorceress. I probably will see you

a bit later in the day.”

 

“Aha, so more fun is coming for Batgirl!” Seductress replied. “I’ll

see what I can do without you being with me. I’ll watch for you later

on.”

 

“Great, so goodbye for now,” Sorceress as Batgirl said. She did

her spell and zapped from there to the Bat Cave.

 

Luckily she was alone as her magic had suggested. Right away

Sorceress got out of the Batgirl costume and placed it among the

others kept there by the Dark Knight Damsel. Staying in the nude,

the blonde beauty started up the Bat Computer and opened the

file Batman had named for her which had very little in it. She

typed in the name Jaquie Lantern. Bruce would have to see that

and say it out loud, so that Sorceress could take his place. She

closed the file, then shut down the Bat Computer. Then she said,

“Billionaire Playboy,” and Bruce was back.

 

The Dark Knight was puzzled as to how he was in the Bat Cave

nude, but right away figured the best thing to do would be to get

into one of his many Batman costumes. The clock showed it was

getting close to two in the morning, so the hero stretched out on

his cot to get a short nap before any morning events required

him.

  

* * * * *

 

Early the next morning, the manager of The Night Sky Jewelry store

walked around the corner of the street on which the store resided.

He was reading his newspaper as he walked, and he didn't look up

until he was almost at the storefront. He reached into his pocket

for his keys, looked up, stopped in his tracks, and dropped his

paper and keys. His mouth and eyes opened wide as he gazed at

the lamp post in front of him.

 

"Good heavens! Sorceress?"

 

He quickly picked up his keys and went inside to call Gotham's

finest. When the sergeant at the duty desk heard him say the word

"Sorceress", he immediately thanked the manager and hung up.

Next he picked up the Bat Phone, since the Dark Knight had left

word for them to call him right away at any word that the presumed

villainess was spotted. "One moment, please, I'll get Batman for

you," he heard.

 

Moments later, Alfred handed the red phone to his alert looking

boss, who put his hand over the mouthpiece. "Master Bruce, coffee

couldn't have woken you up that fast. Were you up all night?"

 

"Yes, Alfred, but it's hardly a first. I did get a short nap. Go get

Dick, please."

 

"Right away, Master Bruce."

 

Then Bruce removed his hand from the Bat Phone's mouthpiece.

"Batman here."

 

"We just got word that Sorceress is tied up to a light pole in front

of The Night Sky."

 

"Thank you, Sgt. Ross. Robin and I will be there in eleven minutes."

 

A more bleary-eyed Dick Grayson met him at the stairwell. "To the

Bat Poles, Dick. We have a tied up package waiting for us!"

 

As predicted, the time to change and zoom out of the Bat Cave and

over to the jewelers was exactly eleven minutes from when Batman

had talked to the policeman. He and Robin hopped out of the

Batmobile and walked past the fuming villainess to see the manager

in his doorway. "Nobody else has come by here this morning, yet?"

 

"No, Batman, you're the first to see her other than me."

 

"Good. We'll take charge of her, good thing you called in right

away." The manager nodded, then headed into his store.

 

"Robin, place her bag into the trunk of the Batmobile."

 

The younger Bat did as instructed while the elder went to face the

woman tied up to the pole. She scowled at him. "Finally I get to see

you in person," the Dark Knight said. "All we've had in the past

were vague descriptions of you. Time to get you out of the ropes so

you can get behind some bars."

 

"Hah! I don't drink, you pompous bastard!" she spat out. "But if you

mean the bars at the jail, just you try. No prison has ever held

Sorceress."

 

By now Robin was back, and heard most of this diatribe. "Batman,

I know she's all in black and making a good impression as

Sorceress, but have you noticed anything about her voice?"

 

Batman cocked his eyebrows and then looked Sorceress closely in

the face. Her eyes, anyway. "No, but did you?"

 

Robin put his lips close to Batman's cowled ear and said softly so

she couldn't hear, "That sure sounds like Batgirl's voice, Batman."

 

Bruce turned to look directly at Dick, then looked again at the

captive woman. Finally he turned back toward Robin and said in

reply, "I think you're right."

 

The Dark Knight reached into his utility belt for the Bat

Unhypnotizer, then walked over to stand before the tied up woman.

He held up the flashing device, and her eyes blinked at first but

then became locked on it. "You think you are Sorceress, but there's

someone else you really are. Push aside the identity of Sorceress,

so your real identity can take its place. Who are you really?"

 

Batman clicked off the device, and the eyes surrounded by black

blinked again. Then they went wide in wonder. She was almost

ready to blurt out that she was Barbara Gordon, but at the last

moment caught herself and said, "I'm Batgirl!"

 

Before the Dark Knight could reply or make any moves to start

untying her, Batgirl turned her head while looking down to see the

super shiny black latex she was wearing. She didn't need to look

down far enough to see her boots, she could feel the extreme

arches in which the heels put her feet. Then she started to

remember the fight the night before. "Batman, I caught Sorceress

as she was starting to rob The Night Sky. She and an unknown

number of assistants I never saw caught me when I challenged

her, and after knocking me out must have switched costumes with

me. I saw her in my new black and yellow Batgirl costume just

before my mind went blank and she made me think I was her."

 

"A black and yellow costume?!" Robin blurted out.

 

"I just wanted to get out of purple for a bit, Robin," she answered.

"Uh, Batman, would you be so kind as to untie me from this pole?"

 

A shaken Batman stuttered, "Sorry, Batgirl. Right away."

 

Seconds later, Babs found herself standing (with apparent ease!) in

front of the Dark Knight in heels that had her almost on her toes.

She put her latex gloved fists on her latex covered hips, and

purposely made the junction squeak. "Since the real Sorceress is

still out there possibly running around as a black and yellow clad

Batgirl, what would you think about trying to trap her, Batman?"

 

"What do you have in mind, Batgirl?"

 

"What I have in mind is, I'm not Batgirl, you fool, I'm the incredibly

evil wicked witch called Sorceress. Let's make a big scene of you

trying to capture me after I got away by jumping out of the

Batmobile with my briefcase in a spot close to the site of The

Spiral. If we make it last long enough, with luck the real Sorceress

will show up, either as Batgirl to help you or as herself to see what

I'm up to."

 

“That’s a great plan, Sorceress,” Batman replied, calling Babs the

way she not only was clad but also who she’d claimed to be. “Use

the back seat after Robin and myself get in. Robin, get her

briefcase back out of the trunk and had it to her.”

 

The junior member of the Dynamic Duo did as instructed, then

hopped into the front right seat. Batman got in, then turned to

make sure the disguised Batgirl was set in the rear. She gave

him a wicked looking smile, so the Dark Knight hit the ignition.

 

The Batmobile was driven to a spot around the block from The

Spiral so it couldn’t be seen, then all three walked to a spot not

far from the entrance. They staged a good battle scene to make

it seem like Sorceress still thought she really was the magical

witch. Then Sorceress slipped into the door, with the Dynamic

Duo not far behind. This was witnessed by Seductress, who

made the assumption that Batgirl still thought she was Sorceress.

 

While slipping away from her pursuers, Sorceress still clutching her

briefcase turned to go down a passageway. Right away she

spotted Seductress waving for her, so she headed toward her. The

two entered Sorceress’ Bondage & Discipline room, where the

assistant verified it was really Batgirl going by her voice and not her

true mistress, smiling knowing that the switch really did work. “Pass

me your briefcase, Sorceress. I have a few goodies to add to the

ones already inside it.”

 

While she was adding the new stuff generated the night before,

Babs could feel the magic starting to fill her body. But as soon as

the briefcase was closed, the feeling left. The disguised heroine

knew it would be unwise to open that briefcase later on. Then

Seductress led the apparent Sorceress back out, telling her to

lure the Dynamic Duo back into the interior.

 

Babs headed back out as if to do so, but instead as soon as she

saw them told them to leave ASAP while giving her another ride.

As soon as they were underway in the Batmobile, Babs asked to

be dropped off near the Night Sky. They did, and as soon as the

Batmobile was out of sight, the apparent Sorceress went to where

she’d hidden her Bat Cycle. There she got out the original purple

costume and put it on over the shiny black. She left the ultra high

heeled black boots on and was careful in pulling the purple

leggings over the heels.

 

After she got back to her residence, an exhausted Barbara Gordon

was back at her apartment, making a phone call to her assistant at

the library.

 

"Barbara! Where are you? Is anything wrong?”

 

"No, no, Janey, nothing's wrong. I'm calling to let you know that I'll

be there shortly. I can't say anything else about it."

 

"Well...okay," Janey replied hesitantly. "I'll just tell everyone here

that you'll be in late because you've been tied up with something."

 

After a short silence, Barbara said, "You have no idea."

 

So off came the Batgirl costume, again being very careful. Still

leaving all the shiny black on but pulling the cowl down behind her

neck, she put on a long sleeved dark brown sweater and navy blue

slacks. She figured on having fun explaining the black boots with

their ultra high heels. The gloves and blonde wig went into a bag

with her briefcase.

 

After the Dynamic Duo arrived back in the Bat Cave, Bruce told

Dick to get to school ASAP with a note from Alfred. Then he called

Alfred to tell him Dick was on the way up, and that he didn’t want to

be bothered, but wondered why. He turned on the Bat Computer to

add information about Sorceress. When the file opened, he saw

the name Jaquie Lantern. Puzzled, he said the name out loud, and

an instant later Sorceress found herself clad in the Batman

costume. Miffed, she said, “At least I don’t stay in any of my

clothes or costumes when I change back into you!”

 

Sorceress quickly got out of it, then walked over to the closet in

which she’d placed the Batgirl costume. Moments later, she left

magically to go rob a jewelry store as Batgirl. Word got out, and

Dick Grayson called Commissioner Gordon at Police HQ. He told

Gordon he was Robin, and that earlier in the morning he and

Batman had rescued Batgirl from the trap she was in. Batgirl said

that Sorceress was running around in a Batgirl costume, which

most likely was the story behind Batgirl making a robbery. Gordon

thanked him for the info, then put out word that if Batgirl was

found to bring her in, if possible. She wasn’t found, and went back

to the hotel room to rest for the night’s fun at The Spiral.

 

As Barbara walked into the library, nobody seemed to notice the

ultra high heels she was wearing. But as she got to her work area,

Janey did and grinned widely. “You usually wear low block heels,

so what’s with what I’m presuming are black boots with super high

stiletto heels?”

 

Babs smiled and said, “A special pair I found just last night, and

I just love the feelings they give me. Time to get to work now!”

She placed the bag into the big bottom drawer of her desk.

 

At the Library, an exhausted Barbara Gordon slogged through her

work. When she wasn't yawning or nodding off from Batgirl's all

night date as Sorceress with the lamp post, she was distracted

with trying to figure out what had happened to introduce her to that

lamp post; and when her mind wasn't occupied with that, she was

making plans for Batgirl's visit to The Spiral and Sorceress' show

later that evening.

 

Finally, mercifully, 5:00 PM came. Friday closing time at the

Library. Barbara was at her desk, trying to catch up on some work

she had gotten behind on that day from coming in late and being

so tired.

 

"It's 5:00 o'clock, Barbara," Janey chirped. "Time to start the

weekend!"

 

"Yes, it is," Barbara replied. "I'll leave soon. I have to finish up

a couple of things. You go ahead and leave. I'll lock up."

 

"Okay. See you on Monday."

 

"See you."

 

After finishing her work, Barbara ensured the library was empty.

She grabbed her bag from the door and went back out to her car

to head on home. She planned to go to The Spiral as Batgirl a bit

later on, but since she was still in the Sorceress costume under

her work clothes, she got out of the outer wear. Back on went the

really long blonde wig, which got crammed back into the cowl she

pulled back up and over it. She pulled on the gloves, then looked

into the mirror. “I really do look like Sorceress. Now, to open that

briefcase.”

 

As soon as she did, Babs not only noticed the magic filling her

body like in the morning, but also noted the way her breasts grew

to a tremendous size and that her face seemed to change to that

of Sorceress. “So that’s what this does!” she exclaimed in a voice

recognized from the night before. Immediately the briefcase was

closed, and luckily, she turned back into Barabara. “That was

close, I nearly became Sorceress myself there!”

 

She then began making the transformation to her crime fightress

alter-ego. Off came all the shiny black of the magical witch, to be

placed in her disguise closet. She put on her Batgirl costume

except for her mask, which she folded up and tucked into her

utility belt. She then put on a hooded black robe, the hood almost

completely concealing her face.

 

Her plan was to walk the mile or so to the fairgrounds so she

wouldn't have to leave her Batgirl Cycle unattended and

vulnerable to vandalism. The robe would help her blend in with the

other neo-pagans, role players, and anachronists walking to and

attending the event. And should she happen to get stopped by the

police, she would need only to throw back the hood, be recognized

as the Police Commissioner's daughter, and continue on her way.

(Sometimes having a well-placed father is a great help to a crime

fighting girl.) Once she learned the layout of the event, she would

begin her investigation and try to make the connection between

The Spiral and the burglaries that spiked wherever the event was

being held, and if she wasn't too tired, she would check on the

Sorceress' show. It was a simple plan, and Batgirl anticipated no

confrontations.

 

At the fairgrounds, she strolled around, making mental notes about

the layout. She observed the individual and collective behavior of

the crowd of counter-culturists, free spirits, Goths, and neo-pagans.

They were well behaved enough, but the evening was still young,

alcohol was flowing freely and illegally in many instances, and

Batgirl frequently caught the unmistakable odor of cannabis. The

attractions were typically carnival garish and themed to the sub-

cultures represented by the crowd. There was the Sorrow House,

sort of a Gothic antithesis to a carnival fun house; there was the

Submission to Salem show, a short play that depicted witches

taking revenge on Puritans; there was the Druid's Delight,

a Stonehenge themed rollercoaster; and many other attractions,

rides, and shows all catering to counter-culturist desires.

 

At about an hour after sunset, Batgirl decided it was time to begin

snooping around for information and keeping her eye open for

Sorceress' venue.

 

From inside one large tent that was next to the Dark Reflections

Maze of Mirrors, loud thrash rock music was blaring and a raucous

crowd was yelling and cheering. But within the din Batgirl could

hear the fright laced screams and sobs of a fairly young girl.

Batgirl ducked behind the Maze of Mirrors, took off the robe, and

stashed it under the Maze of Mirrors structure, and put on her wig

and mask. She then walked quickly to the tent's entrance, as the

girl's screams were becoming more desperate.

 

"Sorry, Miss," a large, thuggish, and unbathed man said as he

blocked the entrance. "The show is sold out for the evening. It's

standing room only in there. Come back tomorrow."

 

"Oh, I won't be in there long," replied Batgirl. "Besides, I don't take

up much room." She then gracefully spun around the goon and

continued toward the tent opening. She then felt the man's large

and dirty hand on her shoulder.

 

"I said," he snarled, "the show is sold out!" He pulled Batgirl's

shoulder to turn her toward himself.

 

Batgirl went with the movement, using the momentum of her spin to

deliver a crisp backhand to the masher's face. As he reached up to

shield his face from another attack, Batgirl drove one of her stiletto

heels into the top of the goon's foot. He yelped and instinctively bent

over to grab his now exquisitely painful foot. And as his head went

down, it was met by Batgirl's uplifted knee, the force of which

immediately straightened the thug upright and nearly knocked him

unconscious. Without wasting a moment, Batgirl simultaneously

spun around, dropped down, and extended a leg, which knocked

the goon's feet out from under him. Gravity did the rest of Batgirl's

work for her, as he hit the ground with a profound thud. Batgirl

stood up, took a deep breath, and smiled as she admired her work,

unconscious and lying in a heap in front of her. She then turned

around and entered the tent.

 

Inside, the music was loud and the space was dark, except for the

stage, which was awash with light of continuously changing shades

and tints of yellow, blue, and red. The stage was set like a cross

between a dungeon and a witch's lair. There was a cauldron with

the vapor of dry ice pouring from it; a mock sacrificial altar; a faux

stone wall from which hung various implements of torture such as

whips, paddles, and pokers; a pair of faux stone pillars with chains

hanging from iron rings. The cuff ends of the chains were around

the wrists and ankles of a spread eagled girl who couldn't have

been much over eighteen years old. She was dressed in a Goth

style black leather bustier that showed much of her midriff, a short

black leather skirt, and black stiletto heeled boots that went to just

below her knees. She was also glistening, covered in a red liquid,

which Batgirl took to be fake blood - at least she hoped it was fake.

Away from this awful setting the young lady was probably

a beautiful, blonde haired, very self-assured and confident young

college student; now, she was a fearful, crying, objectified, and

unwilling participant in a sordid show that was using her body to

titillate people she didn't even know.

 

The girl was screaming and struggling in her spread eagle as two

actors, a man and a woman dressed as dungeon keeper torturers,

menaced the girl by poking at her with swords and daggers and

cracking a whip very close to her. Then the woman began

performing a sultry and vulgar dance around the chained girl,

moving and pressing her body against the captive's helpless form.

Then the woman went behind the girl and began groping her

vulnerable body and fondling her breasts. The crowd became

noticeably more excited.

 

"All right!" Batgirl heard one young man yell. "Nothing like

a little girl on girl action!"

 

"Ain't that the truth!" someone else replied.

 

On the stage, the woman began touching the captive girl's body

with the handle end of the whip, first forcing the end of the handle

into the girl's mouth and pumping it in an in and out motion, then

moving the handle down over the girl's throat, then between her

breasts, over her tummy and hips, and down her thigh. The woman

then moved the whip handle under the girl's skirt and began

moving it over her crotch. The girl screamed and struggled as

violently as she could, but the tightness of her spread eagle

prevented her from putting up any significant resistance to the

molestation. The crowd cheered loudly.

 

This was all Batgirl could stand. She ran and leapt up onto the

stage. The male actor didn't see her, because he was watching the

action of his partner and the chained girl. From behind him, Batgirl

delivered a powerful kick between his legs. He was as surprised as

he was in pain, but he couldn't help but fall to the floor, curled up in

a fetal position and holding his throbbing testicles.

 

The woman actor stopped tormenting the girl and glared at the

Dark Knight Damsel.

 

"Batgirl!" the captive pleaded, "Batgirl! Please…please help me!"

 

"Move away from her NOW!" Batgirl ordered the woman.

 

Now that Sorceress knew that Batgirl was on hand, she put in

a phone call.

 

The woman moved cautiously from behind the girl. Suddenly, she

lashed the whip at Batgirl, who dodged the strike by moving in

a direction that would place the helpless girl out of the woman's

sight and mind. The woman prepared to strike again with the whip.

But Batgirl charged her, grabbed her arm as she brought the whip

around, and twisted her arm behind her back. From that position,

the young heroine easily disarmed the woman and shoved her off

the stage. She dropped the whip and hurried to the chained girl.

 

"Are you all right?" Batgirl asked, as she unbuckled the cuffs

around the girl's ankles. "Are you able to walk?"

 

"I'm not hurt," the girl responded. "I think they were planning

something really bad. If you can get me out of these chains, I'll

run out of here!"

 

"That's a good idea," Batgirl said. "I hope you've learned something

from this." She started working on the cuffs around the girl's wrists.

 

"You bet I have," the girl said. "I'll never set foot…LOOK OUT!"

 

Batgirl turned just in time to see the man actor with a club in his

hands, charging her furiously. He was still wobbly from the crotch

kick he’d received earlier, but he raised the club to take a swing at

Batgirl. As the club swung toward her head, Batgirl ducked the

blow. The weight of the club worked with his painful instability to

cause him to spin around. Batgirl saw an opening and delivered

another from behind kick to his balls. Again, he crumbled to the

floor, groaning loudly. Batgirl immediately resumed trying to free

the chained captive.

 

When the last cuff came off her wrist, the girl hugged Batgirl and

said, "Thank you, Batgirl. Thank you."

 

"Never mind that. You just get out of here fast! And don't come

back!"

 

With that admonition, the grateful girl ran out the side exit. She

didn’t have the guts to tell Batgirl that the bondage scene started

with her as the boy she used to be. The change spell done by

Sorceress gave her the agility to run in those high stiletto heels,

along with acceptance by HER family.

 

By that time, the woman was back on the stage. She had a spear in

her hands and she was approaching Batgirl. She lunged, aiming the

spear at Batgirl's mid-section. Batgirl twisted her body to avoid the

sharpened point, and at the same time she grabbed the spear's

shaft and jerked it toward herself, causing the woman to stumble

toward her. As the woman fell, Batgirl raised her elbow and lunged

toward her. Batgirl's elbow impacted solidly between the woman's

eyes, and she fell to the floor.

 

Then, Batgirl saw the man trying to get to his feet. He was

obviously in a lot of pain, but he was also enraged at being beaten

by a woman. He turned, staggered toward Batgirl, and clumsily

assumed a fighting stance. Batgirl shook her head and walked

toward him. When she was within striking range, he threw one slow,

awkward punch, which Batgirl dodged easily. He threw another

punch, with the same result. With the third punch, Batgirl grabbed

his wrist and pulled his arm. He stumbled past her, and she was

again behind him, and he struggled to maintain his balance. But,

Batgirl delivered another from behind kick to his crotch, and again

he fell to the floor. This time he crawled off the stage, defeated

and thoroughly schooled.

 

Batgirl turned to the audience and shouted, "The show's over,

people. Go home and think about the activities you take part in!"

 

The crowd began booing angrily. "What's the matter with you,

bitch?" someone yelled. "Who the hell invited you?" someone else

said. "Why don't you go catch a real crook, and leave us alone, you

freak?"

 

‘Hmmm…’ Batgirl thought. "Maybe it's time for me to make my exit,

too."

 

Then, the loud music stopped and the stage lights went white and

bright. Batgirl reached up to cover her eyes. With her vision having

been adjusted to the relative darkness of a moment ago, the

sudden and intense white light blinded her, forcing her to stay put.

 

From the sound system came a voice that was wicked sounding,

hissing, and recognizable to Batgirl; "Batgirl says the show's over.

I say, the show's just starting!"

 

The blinding light…the sinister voice…Batgirl thought it was all

eerily similar to the night before.

 

The crowd, energized by the announcement, began cheering

loudly. Batgirl shaded her eyes from the light that had suddenly

appeared and staggered around center stage, gingerly and

cautiously, having decided not to attempt escape until her eyes

had adjusted to the intense light.

 

"Let's give Batgirl a hand," Sorceress sarcastically hissed. The

crowd applauded raucously. "Not that kind of hand, you dolts!

I mean a hand of the more literal sort!" Sorceress corrected her

audience. The villainous vixen then brought out the same brief

case that Batgirl had seen her with at the jewelry store, and placed

it on the altar. Sorceress opened the case, reached into it, and

pulled something out. Then, she tossed the object onto the stage,

and it immediately began floating in the air. The crowd and Batgirl,

with her nearly adjusted vision, recognized the object as a small

white tea glove - the very one Sorceress had tossed to the ground

at the jewelry store. Batgirl began putting together Sorceress'

M.O. - the tea glove would enter the target store, either by slipping

in under the door or through the mail slot. It would then cover up

the lens on the security camera. But, how did Sorceress move the

merchandise out of the store?

 

Batgirl's analysis was interrupted when the tea glove began going

through a series of swift aerial motions, catching the full attention

of the audience and the heroine. The glove then flew toward the

Dark Knight Damsel, circling around her like a hummingbird.

Batgirl turned her head quickly and spun around, trying to follow

the glove's motions, but as soon as she found it, it quickly flitted

to another position.

 

Soon, the tea glove moved closer to the confused crime fightress,

and started making contact with her. With a stiffened index finger,

it poked her tummy. Batgirl swatted at it, and missed. The tea glove

flew around her and seized a bit of her hair, giving it a tug. Batgirl

spun around, swatted again, and missed again.

 

The crowd began laughing at Batgirl's comically awkward attempts

to shoo the glove away like it was a pesky insect.

 

The glove zipped in front of Batgirl to her hip level. She spun

around to try and find it, but with the glove below her eye line, she

didn't know where it was - that is, until the tea glove moved in and

grabbed her crotch. Batgirl let out a surprised and girlish yelp as

she instinctively bent forward and reached to protect her woman

parts. But the glove had already flown between her legs and was

now behind her, where it pinched her butt. Batgirl yelped, jumped

upright, and reached behind her to cover her derriere. But by the

time her hands were behind her, the glove had flitted in front of

her and had taken hold of her right breast and given it a squeeze.

Batgirl brought her hands around as quickly she could, but the

glove had already flown up, flicked her nose as a final insult, and

moved in front of her, well out of her reach.

 

The crowd was guffawing and applauding their approval of what

had just happened to Gotham's young heroine. Batgirl was

embarrassed and angry at being humiliated and made a public

spectacle. She turned to Sorceress and glared at her.

 

"Very cute, Sorceress," Batgirl shouted above the crowd. "But it's

going to take a lot more than an animated tea glove to keep me

from taking you in!"

 

Just then Sorceress noted Catwoman entering the arena. She

grinned widely, thinking of what was to come for Batgirl, and then

what she could do to Catwoman also. Her trickery was becoming

even more wicked that Smilin’n Jack himself.

 

"Well, then," came Sorceress's wicked voice through the speakers,

"let's find out just how much is required to keep you from taking

me in!"

 

Sorceress stepped away from the case and began making

a hand motion, as if to command something to arise from the case.

And something did arise; it was a pair of lady's evening gloves,

long and black, such as ladies might wear at a formal event.

 

The evening gloves went through a series serpentine motions in the

air, and then slithered through the air toward Batgirl and began

circling her. She brought her hands up a little as she began turning

around and trying to keep her eyes on the pair of mysterious

gloves. Sinister sounding music began coming from the speakers.

Off stage, Sorceress began slowly and repeatedly bringing her

hands together. The gloves began to get closer to Batgirl, and she

was expecting the same sort harassment the tea glove had inflicted

upon her.

 

As the gloves began closing in, Batgirl swatted at them as she had

done with the tea glove. And although she missed every time, the

gloves would move away from her. ‘If I can't grab them, perhaps

I can manage to keep them at a distance,’ the hassled heroine

thought.

 

As she moved around the stage, keeping the flying gloves at bay,

Batgirl was unaware of the effect her movements were having on

the audience. The males in the audience were becoming very

exhilarated by the show she was inadvertently providing with her

graceful spinning, turning, stepping, twisting, and arm motions. Her

inability to defend herself from the haunted hand wear translated in

their minds as helplessness, a prospect that they found titillating.

Everyone knew she was now at the mercy of Sorceress and that

Sorceress alone would decide how far this show would go. And to

the males in the audience, this translated as girl on girl action.

 

Still, Batgirl fought with the evening gloves, and they became more

aggressive, poking various parts of her body, grabbing her breasts,

pulling her hair, slapping her backside. After a few minutes,

Sorceress summoned another white short pair from her case, and

they immediately joined their accomplices in tormenting their prey.

 

Batgirl knew that she could not effectively deal with these ghoulish

gloves, and realized her only hope was to try to make an escape.

But when she tried to move to the side of the stage that afforded

easy access to the exit, the gloves would block her way and force

her back toward the center of the stage with shoves to her body

and light slaps to her face.

 

Now the haunted hand wear was becoming more aggressive,

grabbing Batgirl's arms, wrists, and ankles. Her movements were

now becoming more awkward, and more comical, as the audience

saw it. And they registered their delight with whistles and taunts at

the imperiled heroine struggling on the stage.

 

Batgirl was holding own against the assault, but she knew she

couldn't keep it up for very long. The gloves would grab her wrists

and arms, and she would manage to shake them off, only to have

them resume trying to seize her flailing limbs. A pair of the haunted

white hands would take hold of her ankles and try to pull her feet

out from under her. But she managed to stay on her feet, albeit

very clumsily, and much to the delight of the audience.

 

Off stage, Sorceress summoned two more pairs of white gloves,

and they immediately joined other four in tormenting their hapless

victim. Batgirl was now being circled by eight hands that had no

bodies for her attack. There was nothing at which she could deliver

one of her patented kicks; there was nothing for her to grab. There

was only torment of knowing that this fight would soon be over,

with unknown consequences thereafter.

 

Two gloves secured a grip on Batgirl's left wrist; two more had

latched firmly onto her right leg, with one glove gripping her ankle

and the other encircling her thigh just above the knee. Batgirl was

amazed at the strength of these body-less hands. The other four

gloves kept her right arm busy and her left leg awkwardly kicking.

 

Now the two long black gloves began to try and force themselves

onto Batgirl’s hands. She kept shaking them away, but they

seemed to be relentless. With all the other white gloves grabbing

at her, it was hard to concentrate on the black pair.

 

Batgirl continued struggling, trying to shake her arms, trying to pull

them in, trying to maintain her balance against the hideous hands

that trapped both her arms and one of her legs, and trying to shake

her cape off of her head.

 

The long black gloves were still trying, and Batgirl shook her hands

to keep them away. Her next idea was to flex her fingers to keep

the black gloves away, then thought of balling her hands into closed

fists. This was a bad idea, because each black glove shot over her

fists and started working their way up her forearms. To her shock,

the Dominoed Dare Doll then felt her hands opening up to allow the

gloves’ fingers to cover hers.

 

The gloves were now controlling her hands! Soon each glove was

up to the heroine’s armpits, with no need for the white gloves to

restrain her arms. Batgirl could no longer control what her arms or

hands did, and was shocked when she saw her black gloved hands

ball up one of the white gloves and stick it into her mouth. The

balled up white glove altered into a huge, bright red rubber ball, two

of its fingers turning into straps which her hands pulled tight around

her black spandex cowled head.

 

The next announcement from Sorceress really stunned her! “Folks,

as much as you’ve enjoyed watching my gloves play around with

Batgirl, I know you’re going to enjoy what comes next. Our special

guest for tonight’s fun and games is the one who requested this

special event for Batgirl. Ladies and gentlemen, masters and

mistresses, doms and slaves and anybody else here for the fun

I provide, meet Catwoman!”

 

In her own stunning cat oriented gleaming and super shiny black

latex costume, the Feline Felon stepped from the darkness at the

edge of the stage into the spotlights. “Thanks for that wonderful

intro, Sorceress! You’re about to give these folks a real show,

Batgirl!” she said, as the Dark Knight Damsel noticed Catwoman

holding a satchel in her wickedly clawed left hand.

 

“Now, let’s see if she’s a true redhead!” came from Sorceress over

the speakers.

 

Batgirl’s black glove controlled hands unzipped, then pulled off her

golden yellow boots, then unhooked and removed her utility belt.

Next they went to her shoulders to unclip and remove her cape.

After this her right hand assisted the left black glove to come off,

followed by pulling off the yellow glove. The black glove shot back

on, but limited itself to just her wrist. This glove made her right

hand do the same. Both hands then reached around her body to

the top back of her neck to unzip the shiny black bat body suit.

 

As it was peeled down off her body, first the concentrating audience

got a tremendous view of the captured heroine’s bounteous breasts,

her nipples standing proud. With the body suit off and now resting

atop her cape, gloves, boots and utility belt, Barbara was left with

nothing on other than her head covering cowl and nether regions

covering pink panties. Along with the damned long black gloves, of

course. Would her hands now unmask her and pull off her cowl?

No! They went to her waist and pulled down her panties, which got

added to the costume pile.

 

“Well, well, well! She’s really a brunette, with an ebony hued bush!”

came the announcement from Sorceress as Batgirl’s pussy was

exposed.

 

Then, from Catwoman she heard, “Very nice, isn’t it great that

Batgirl’s pussy is the same black shade as Catgirl’s hair? Time

now for you to put on your new costume, my dear.” Catwoman

opened the satchel and then handed some black fishnet

pantyhose to the black gloved hands.

 

Batgirl felt it was pointless now to try and keep her feet and legs out

of the fishnets, and didn’t fight her hands at all. Soon she found her

legs and hips covered in sexy black fishnet. The minimal black

panel in the panty part barely hid her pussy, much less the rest of

her crotch. Next Catwoman pulled a long sleeved shiny black

leotard from the bag, which Barbara’s hands pulled up and over her

torso and arms. A wide V dove from her shoulders to a spot just

above her belly button, exposing huge amounts of her massive

mammaries and allowing her erect nipples to poke out as black

nubs.

 

To Barbara’s shock, the black gloves started expanding again up

to her armpits, but also altering to a very tight shiny black leather

and growing long, sharp talons at her fingertips. Catwoman

handed her a wide, shiny black belt with a weapons bag attached

to its right side, which became hooked around the tops of the

changing heroine’s thighs at a slight sexy angle well below her tiny

waist. Next her hands accepted a pair of glossy black boots from

Catwoman. The severe arch brought on by the shapely and sexy

stiletto heels increased the changing heroine’s height by six

inches after her clawed fingers had pulled the zippers on the

insides up, showcasing the lacings tight and tied off on front just

below her knees.

 

Then she heard Catwoman announce, “Doesn’t Catgirl look odd

wearing a Batgirl mask and cowl? This has to go. But since it’s

just as important to hide Catgirl’s identity as Batgirl’s, that cowl is

going to come off out of sight. Sorceress?”

 

As they’d agreed earlier, at this cue Sorceress had four of the white

gloves morph into lightweight panels seven feet high by four feet

wide, forming an open at the top box around the changing Batgirl.

This was high enough to prevent any of the audience to look down

inside. Catwoman pulled the remaining three items from the satchel

and opened the small door at the base of one of the panels to put

them in. She stuck her head down close to the door and said softly

so just she and Babs could hear, “Take off your cowl and then your

red wig and hand them to me.”

 

There was nothing Barbara could do to prevent her clawed fingers

from picking up the long, nearly waist length mostly straight black

wig, sexy and widely sweeping black domino mask and bullwhip

put through the doorway, and placed them aside for the moment.

Then her uncontrolled fingers pulled her cowl up and off, exposing

her face and long red wig which also came off. They were all laid at

the doorway, where Catwoman picked them up to add to the rest

of the costume. Barbara’s hands then picked up the long black wig

and put it on over her shorter black tresses. She involuntarily used

her claws as a makeshift brush to loosen up and straighten the new

wig.

 

Then she picked up the sexy looking, sweepingly wide black

domino mask and placed it over her eyes atop her nose. Babs

pulled its straps over her temples to tie it off behind her head under

the wig. As she did so, tiny prongs extended from the straps into

her temples. This was a special goodie Catwoman had obtained

from the Mad Hatter a while back in hopes of someday being in

the current situation. Its purpose was to alter her identity, which it

was starting to do. It was letting her know that her secret identity

was still the same, but that while costumed as she was her alter

ego was the ultra evil Feline Felon called Catgirl.

 

The programming took about ten minutes, and the crowd was by

no means bored as Batgirl was becoming Catgirl out of their

sight. They were eagerly watching another transformation outside

the box as Catwoman did a quick but sexy striptease out of her

own super shiny black latex costume until she was wearing not

a single thing. Her black latex costume in its entirety and the black

thong panties she’d removed were placed inside the satchel, on

top of the red wig she no longer needed, for bringing back to her

Cat’s Lair later.

 

Then she walked over to the pile of costume parts removed from

Barbara’s body. Selina picked up the still warm pink panties and

gave them a good deep sniff, thought, ‘Now this will be my odor,

not hers, HA!’ and pulled them on. She pulled up her long black

hair and held it in place while the long red wig she got from Batgirl

was put in place over her head. The changing Catwoman put on

the other black body suit, making a show of positioning the golden

yellow bat over her own incredibly big breasts.

 

Selina already knew the golden yellow boots were a half size

smaller than her much higher heeled black ones, so they were just

a bit tight after she pulled the zippers up to just below her knees.

These were followed by the similar golden yellow utility belt, cape

and gloves, then finally the black spandex cowl was pulled down

over her head and face. She struck a heroic looking pose, then

said, “Sorceress?” The last white glove flew up to Selina’s mouth,

and once again the fascinated crowd saw Batgirl become gagged

by a big red rubber ball gag. What they couldn’t notice was the

slight alteration. Instead of a strap cord which was tied, the gag

was held in place by a strap buckled tight.

 

At almost exactly the same moment, the prongs finished their work

and Catgirl reached behind her head to untie her own ball gag. She

slipped it into the Kat Kit on her right hip, then picked up the third

item placed at the doorway, the long bullwhip which she wrapped

around her torso. With Catgirl now complete, the panels reverted

to white gloves, each pointing at Batgirl.

 

“Catgirl,” announced Sorceress, “it’s now time for you to be seen

with Batgirl so there can be no question about who you might be,

or rather, who you definitely cannot be. Now, to make this even

better….”

 

Sorceress trailed off as the four white gloves snuck up behind the

Cat pretending to be a Bat. Two grabbed her arms, pulling them

behind her back. The other two wrapped around her golden yellow

gloved wrists, then changed into locked handcuffs. The two holding

her arms let go, with one attaching to the buckle of the ball gag and

turning into a lock. The other one morphed into a wide black cuff

which wrapped around the disguised Cat’s neck to keep her head

high and immobile, also locked tight. The look of alarm which

showed on the apparent Batgirl’s face became a perfect addition. It

was only noticed by Catgirl that Batgirl’s eyes were now blue and

not green. Only Batgirl herself (other than Sorceress, who

obviously knew about the changes she was doing!) knew that her

feet were now exactly the correct size for the boots they were

covered by…the same size as Catgirl’s. The other pair of boots on

hand in the satchel also got changed at this point, along with all the

others back in the Cat’s Lair.

 

After she saw Batgirl being restrained, Catgirl looked down at the

open satchel. She took a few steps over to it, perfectly at ease in

her incredibly high stiletto heels, then crouched to see what was

inside. Her green eyes went wide, then she looked up to the

bound heroine. “Now, what were you doing with this Catwoman

costume, Batgirl? Were you planning on changing costumes so

you could be an evil Feline Felon instead of a goody-goody

heroine?”

 

As she was saying this, Sorceress was magically updating the

identity information placed into Barbara’s mind only a few minutes

earlier. She also worked some magic on her head, such that it was

no longer a long black wig but her own glorious ebony locks. Now

she knew her name was Selina Kyle, having all the knowledge and

memories which used to be in the original’s mind. She now knew

all about all the Cat’s Lairs. In addition, all the skills she’d had as

Batgirl were now added to those from the original so that as the

Countess of Crime, she’d be unbeatable.

 

Oh, and in the mind of the bat who used to be a cat, the name she

knew to be her own was Barbara Gordon. She knew all about

working in the library, but for being Batgirl she knew to never get in

the way of Catwoman. Half the time, she wouldn’t even be available

as Batgirl because she’d be in her Tigress kitten costume, assisting

Catwoman in her cat crimes.

 

Selina looked down upon the sexy and different version of

a Catwoman costume she was wearing and thought, ‘Hmmmm,

nifty way to get out of black latex every now and then…’ She

placed her balled fists on her hips and said loudly for both her

companion and the audience, “Let’s get going, Batgirl. I’ve given

the crowd enough of a view of this new costume. I should take my

usual costume out of the satchel and change, but I think I’ll wait.

I have lots in mind for torturing you, but it would be better to do in

my Cat’s Lair instead of adding to the show given to these folks.”

Then in a softer voice she added, “Great show you did for them,

Babs.”

 

Sorceress was very pleased with the way things had taken place!

From the speakers Selina heard, “Give Catwoman a big hand for

the way she has trapped Batgirl, folks!” The crowd stood for

a resounding ovation. When it died down, Sorceress added, “I do

wish I could join you for that fun in your Cat’s Lair, Catwoman. Oh,

before I forget, the keys for those handcuffs, neck brace and ball

gag are in your Kat Kit. Just don’t get them lost amongst your Cat’s

Eye ring, Cat’s Eye jade, catarangs and all your other Cat criminal

gear.”

 

Thanks to the mental manipulations done by Sorceress, not only

the audience but also the Feline Felon herself knew that it was she,

Catwoman, who had trapped Batgirl. Of course, since the huge

audience had seen the young redhead named Barbara come on

before Catwoman and do a sexy dressing as Batgirl, then saw her

standing there with Catwoman in her fun new outfit, there’s no way

the original scene could have been possible. Sorceress’ magic was

extremely powerful!

 

Catwoman had thought that both she and Babs as Batgirl had

a long walk back to her Cat’s Lair in the high stiletto heels they

were wearing, and looked into her Kat Kit on her right hip to make

sure the keys really were there amongst her other Cat crime tools.

Besides spotting not only the keys but also the ball gag she’d

removed from her mouth, Selina also spotted a silver spiked slave

collar with a four-foot leash attached. An inspiration came which

filled her in on this special addition Sorceress had made. With this

collar placed around Batgirl’s neck over the neck stiffener, her slave

would have to obey every order given during their walk. She

knew that what Wonder Woman’s golden lasso could do to not

only subdue but also alter the minds of its wearers, so could her

new Cat Collar and leash.

 

To Catwoman’s surprise, however, as soon as the collar was

locked around Batgirl’s throat and she had the leash firmly

grasped in one hand and the satchel in the other, the pair was

magically shifted to the rec room of Cat’s Lair by Sorceress.

 

Something else would be discovered by Catwoman when she

left her Cat’s Lair long after Batgirl left to go make some much

more stealthy robberies. Sorceress had magically placed some

shoulder length black gloves with awesome silver claws and

a widely sweeping black domino mask in the closet of that new

girl. When she found them, a totally new identity came into her

mind. After putting them on, Black Panthress left to go join her

mistress, Catwoman.

 

When the new Barbara Gordon got home, she did have all the

memories of the original thanks to the magic switch done by

Sorceress. The first thing she wanted to do was put on the

Sorceress costume in the closet, then check out what was in

the briefcase. She quickly got out of the Batgirl costume and hung

it. Boots, gloves, utility belt and wig were all placed where they

were supposed to go.

 

Then the first thing she did was put on the waist length blonde

wig. The second skin of ultra shiny black got pulled on to her body

followed by the black thigh high boots with those ultra high stiletto

heels. Next came the head and hair covering black cowl. The long

black cape was clipped to her shoulders. Finally she pulled on the

opera length black gloves. She looked in the mirror and grinned.

“Almost perfect!”

 

Now it came time to open that briefcase. She knew what the

results would be, and was actually looking forward to being not

just a twin of Sorceress but actually having even more powerful

magic powers. She brought the briefcase over to the mirror, then

popped it open. Right away, she could feel her body become

infused with super magic powers. She watched as her face

changed to look just like the original, while at the same time her

breasts expanded to exotic dancer size. “Now I’m perfect as the

real Sorceress! I feel so evil and wicked now that replacing my

twin will fill me with glee!”

 

Her first task was to create by magic a new Barbara Gordon who

would have all the same knowledge and inclinations to be both

Batgirl and Catgirl or whatever kitten Catwoman desired. But she

had no knowledge of anything to do with a Sorceress costume.

Her mind was set to be inert until Sorceress left.

 

Her magic created a wide screen viewing portal which showed

Sorceress and Seductress watching what was going on below on

the stage. She cast a spell to denude her twin and have her say,

“Millionaire Playboy,” while placing the resulting Bruce Wayne in

the Bat Cave with no knowledge of ever using change words. He

would be back to being just Batman for an alter-ego. But then the

new Sorceress thought, ‘Both Bruce and Dick will have super

villainess IDs before long.’

 

Then the new Sorceress cast as spell to put her just where her

twin had been with Seductress, briefcase in hand. The assistant

was puzzled by the brief loss of sight of her mistress, but the new

one right away said, “Smilin’ Jack might be a bit disappointed that

Bruce Wayne is no longer Sorceress. But where he was only able

to be her on a temporary basis, I’m going to be Sorceress for the

rest of my life. I’ll be able to work with you in bondage and

discipline transformations at all presentations of The Spiral,

besides any time else you want to have fun. By the way, Batman

and Robin don’t get way as easy as you might think. Whenever

I cast the spell, those two will become the super villainesses

Mysteria and Mystique. They will both be shape changers who can

take on any form they desire.”

 

“I presume you’re the new Sorceress who used to be Batgirl

since you have the briefcase,” Seductress replied. “I’m glad you

can be Sorceress all the time!”

 

“Used to be is correct. I magically left behind a new Batgirl when

I left. Now, let’s have some more fun here!”

 

 

 

So now the story title could be “Batgirl is Sorceress.”

 

 

The end

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