The following story contains characters owned by DC Comics/Warner Bros. It is written as a fanfic parody story not intended to make any use of actual story lines in published books. The story is purely for fun, with no profit to be made by the author.
This is a story I wrote using a plot given to me by Brittany Rose, who writes a TG in comics column for TGForum. She saw the pictures I'd used to illustrate my story, "Batgirl: The New Origin" when I posted it on FM a couple of years ago, and asked me where I got them from. The pics were done by Mercy, who does a lot of TG artwork but has no computer access or address. Turns out that the pics that were given to me by another friend were actually done by Mercy for Brittany earlier to help with Brittany doing a story. When I asked her about the story, she told me that she never got past doing the plot. What resulted is what you are about to read.
This story is set in the mid-90's version of "Batman: The Animated Series" when Robin was Dick Grayson.
Early in October, with the trees outside in glorious hues of red, russet, amber and gold, and temperatures falling just low enough to make a roaring inferno in the fireplace comfortable, Bruce Wayne was sitting in the living room of the Wayne Mansion reading the Gotham Times. He was lounging in his personal leather chair with his feet up on the ottoman before him, while the news was playing on the TV in the background. Bruce always kept an ear tuned to the set, even if his concentration was elsewhere, so that if anything significant was announced, his attention would be shifted instantly. So far that evening, he'd enjoyed a very pleasant read after dinner, with nothing on the TV to note. There also had been no sign of the Bat Signal.
Bruce did hear the bell announcing someone at the front gate, but he knew that whoever it was would be handled forthwith. His butler, Alfred Pennyworth, never bothered Bruce during these early evening periods of relaxation unless the Bat Signal was spotted or some other business came about that he alone could not handle. So it was that a few minutes after the bell, Alfred approached the chair and said, "Master Bruce, there is a Miss Pamela Stevens here to see you. She attends the same High School as young master Grayson, and would like to speak to you."
Bruce set his paper down and stood while saying, "Thank you, Alfred. Would you please show the young lady in?"
Without another word, Alfred nodded and turned to go back to the alcove. Moments later, Bruce saw him coming back into the living room with a young lady following close behind. She didn't look stunningly beautiful, but did have a look of cuteness in her face, which appeared to be only sparingly made up. Her shoulder length, jet-black hair had nice bangs covering her forehead, and flipped up jauntily at the ends. She was wearing a navy blue skirt topped by a pale blue sweater which showed that the young lady was becoming a woman very nicely. She wore matching light blue pantyhose, and had on black patent shoes with flat heels and straps around her ankles.
Alfred walked up and then to the side, saying, "Master Bruce, Miss Pamela Stevens." He turned and left to leave the two alone.
"Good evening, Miss Stevens," Bruce said in introduction. "To what do I owe the honor of this visit? Would you like to sit down?"
In a soft voice with just a hint of a cultured Southern accent, she replied, "Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, Mr. Wayne. Yes, I'd love to take a seat."
Bruce pointed her in the direction of a deeply cushioned love seat which was catty corner to his own favorite chair. "Go ahead and have a seat, and tell me why you're here."
Pamela turned at the seat and flared her skirt out behind herself before sitting, then sat very daintily and crossed her left leg over the right. She crossed her hands in her lap, then said, "With the school year just underway, we are looking for sponsors to help with a fundraiser our girl's club is planning to run. We hope to be able to build a float for Homecoming, and -"
"No need to go any further," Bruce said sternly. Her eyes lit up a bit as she thought maybe her plea was being answered, but fell again as he continued. "I'm sorry, but I really am very busy right now, and I don't have time for this, Dick." Bruce grinned broadly.
In a combination of rage and shock, Dick pulled off the black wig and held it in his lap while saying, "I thought I had fooled you! How could you tell so easily?" He looked just a bit strange then with his face actually heavily made up to look like a lightly made up girl, and his short black hair atop his head.
"Your makeup was good, and your clothes were almost perfect," Bruce told him, "but even though your voice covered your identity really well, and the way you crossed your legs was perfect, the fact that you were not carrying any purse was the first big flaw in your ruse. Also, the way you used your hands while talking was not quite ladylike. That was a nice try, Dick, but you really shouldn't try to impersonate females. Leave that to the experts. You just can't pull it off."
Dick Grayson sprang to his feet and without saying another word, ran off to the stairwell to go up to his room, with a hateful glare on his face. He had thought that the disguise he'd done was so good, that the tricks he'd learned as Robin would pay off. He wanted to show that he was fully capable of handling any disguise work that could become needed. And yet Bruce saw right through him. It didn't help that Bruce was the master detective who called himself Batman.
By the time he reached his room, Dick had calmed down a bit and started to analyze his situation. The only way to learn from mistakes was to find out what had gone wrong, and make corrections for the future. The fact that he'd completely forgotten to grab a purse before sneaking out and coming to the front gate was paramount. It was both the big and the little details that counted. Dick went to his sink to cover his face in cold cream to remove the makeup, then washed his girlish looks away. He then became a definitely odd sight, with a perfectly feminine body topped by a boyishly male head.
Batman was a master of disguises, and had dolled himself up on a few occasions earlier in his career, as Robin had found out in his studies. This is what had given him the idea to try crossdressing on his own, and he figured that with his still young face and features that it should be simple. He was now discovering just how complicated it really was, first by the easy way that Bruce had read him, then in having to get out of all his new feminine garb. Dick had one special drawer of his dresser that he had set aside for female undergarments and support garments, and pulled the false top with socks across it out of the way.
First Dick unbuttoned the skirt and stepped out of it, then he neatly folded it and clipped it to a hanger. The sweater was pulled off over his head, and it was then put on the same hanger. Dick went to his closet and put this hanger at the far end with a few other non-male hangers, then pushed his shirts and slacks back into place to cover them. Granted, they weren't hidden, what with the likes of Alfred and Bruce in the same house, but the feminine finery was at least out of plain sight. One of the boxes atop the closet shelf was pulled down, and Dick placed the shoes he'd just doffed in it. The box went back up to join the many others up there.
Dick got out his solvent and wiped away the artist's gum that blended his false breasts into his still smooth chest. That was another advantage he had - his body hair was still no more that peach fuzz. So far, he still didn't even need to shave his legs or use a depilatory. The two 34C silicone breast forms were unglued from his chest, then pulled up and out of the flesh colored body briefer. They were put back into the molded spaces in their storage box, and this then went up with the shoes. Dick then pulled the briefer's straps off his shoulders and slinked it down his body to step out of it. He placed it into the special laundry bag that he was going to do on his own.
By this time Dick had been wearing his corset for almost three hours, and it surprised him that it had started to feel almost natural, instead of hurting more and more as he'd imagined it would. This was one of the rare corsets that he'd found that laced up the back relatively easily. Babs Gordon had shown him one of hers that was a definite two-person affair, and it was to do the lacing on that one before a costume party that had introduced Dick to corsets. Babs was wearing a Cinderella costume, and the corset really pulled in her waist. Dick had been visiting with her after school, and had been 'volunteered' to do the honors. Dick was garbed in a Luke Skywalker costume, and yet neither one knew that the other wore a different costume most of the time.
Dick sucked in his stomach what little he could, and unlatched all the hooks on the front of his corset. It sprang away from his body, and Dick felt everything inside him falling back into place. He rehooked the front, then undid most of the lacing on the back, to have it ready for the next time. He placed the corset into the false bottom of the drawer, next to the foam padding he hadn't needed for the high school student's costume.
The light blue pantyhose were carefully pulled down from Dick's legs, and were added to the bag holding the briefer. A flesh tone waist trimming panty was then pulled off and placed in the bag. At this point Dick still appeared to have a feminine crotch, which he fingered briefly wishing it was actually moist, and got an intense rush. The realistically shaped, colored and tufted cache-sex was then pulled down. The male equipment that Dick had scrunched up between his legs three hours earlier sprang free, and he was glad that he hadn't gotten excited while dressed up. Tempted as he was, Dick kept his hands away, for the time being.
As he had been stripping out of his feminine finery, Dick had gotten another idea. If he couldn't fool Bruce in the Mansion, maybe he could fool Batman on the streets. All the while that he was showering, his new idea was developed. This could work, he thought. All he had to do was gather the proper costume components. The young man's sleep came easily, with intricate plans leading to fascinating dreams.
* * * * *
For the next seven days, Dick Grayson was a very busy boy after school got out. He bought quite a few yards of Lycra Spandex in light grey, black, red, green and blue. Also purchased were a number of yards of a blue sateen material. Dick had to visit a number of specialty shoe stores before he could find the different colored boots he'd need. At one of these, he left a patch of the green material so that they could specially make a pair with the intricate pattern needed for the uppers. When he asked, they told him that making gloves from the same material would be no problem, and he sketched out what he needed from them. Dick was in luck in that Halloween was still far enough away that business was slow and they'd be able to give him the boots and gloves in two days.
When he checked the Batcave's costume files, Robin was disappointed to see that no patterns were on hand that would be of any help. A quick check on the web brought Dick to the site of one of the famous pattern makers, and he found just what he needed. He arranged for them to send the pattern to a shop that was close to the school, and he brought it home with him the next day.
Dick also stopped by a mastectomy shop to get two sets of breast forms a bit bigger than the ones he already had. This time, he was going to do as best he could to not miss any detail, small or large, and in this case, large was the key word. At a wig shop nearby, Dick found two red hair wigs, one a bit more orange than the other, which had the correct hairstyles already set in them.
The last purchase that Mr. Grayson had to make was at one of the specialty shops in the malls around Gotham City, which had been set up for the upcoming Halloween. He was still early enough to find just what he needed after visiting only three shops. He found an over the head female face mask in mime white. This was to complement the three flesh tone masks that he had specially made by the experimental shops at WayneTech.
Earlier in the year, Dick had read about the breakthrough that some scientists and technicians had teamed up on in the labs. They had devised an exotic blend of chemicals and plastics, similar to latex, which had a texture identical to human skin. They had the intention of making disguises for government agents. When Dick went to them with the request for three masks specially molded to resemble the faces in the pictures he gave them, it was viewed less as an odd requirement than as a real challenge. Dick picked them up four days later, and swore the guys to secrecy. What with the cloak of secrecy surrounding the program already in place, this was just another set of appliances they'd made which nobody would remember ever seeing.
Robin found a storage bin in the dark corners of the Batcave which appeared to be both large enough and also unchecked in years. All of his purchases were placed in this bin so that each night, as Batman went out on patrol or meeting an alarm, Dick could stay at home doing homework. Little did Bruce know that this homework was more appropriate for a student taking Home Ec than anything else.
Besides all the time spent at the sewing machine fashioning body suits, capes and gloves, Dick also got out his makeup kit and added to the detail on the faces on the flesh colored masks he'd obtained. The faces that came with them looked good, matching the photos he'd given them in general, but Robin needed to make them look exactly like the original faces. He had their looks memorized, but just to make sure, Dick laid out the pictures he'd lent the guys at the lab. The makeup was carefully applied, to make almost perfect replicas of the real faces. This could then be touched up for each once it was in place over his head.
The gadgets, parts, and miscellaneous 'junk' that Batman kept on hand in the Batcave provided just what Robin needed to fashion all the accessories for the various costumes he was making. As each was made, it was added to the trove developing inside the bin. It was soon looking like a miniature costume shop being set up for Halloween.
After a week of on and off working in the Batcave while the big bat was busy, Robin had everything ready. If only his teachers at school could be told of the work he was doing; extra credit would surely be given in creativity. Dick left one of the completed costumes in the storage bin in the cave, and took the other three to a large run down house with flaky and faded paint. Its yard had grass that looked like it hadn't been mowed since the summer. It was in the suburbs on the other side of Gotham, and he'd rented it for one month. He did spend a little bit of time fixing up what had once been the master bedroom and the adjoining dressing room during the weekend that Bruce thought he was away on a class field trip. When the rooms had been made nice enough to work with, and special preparations made in the basement, most of the contents of Dick's special drawer were transferred to the Batcave storage bin. All was in readiness.
* * * * *
One week to the day after Dick's first appearance before Bruce as a crossdresser, on which evening Bruce had read Dick's disguise way too easily for his pleasure, things appeared to be all set for the new test. Dick did his homework immediately after school so that there wouldn't be any left to do after dinner. So when Bruce went to the living room as usual, with a cup of coffee and the newspaper, Dick went up to his room to read for a while. What he actually did for an hour was to practice a few last times with the different voices he would need to duplicate. The voice modifier he'd grabbed from the disguise supplies in the cave was a big help, and by moving it around to different spots in the back of his throat, Dick found that he could pretty much get all the voice inflections right.
When it looked like the criminals of Gotham City were once again going to give Batman the night off, Dick threw a thick wool sweater on over his t-shirt, then went down to the living room. Bruce heard him coming, and lowered the paper to look Dick in the face. "Bruce, I've got all my homework finished, and if you don't mind, I'm going to go over to Jerry Garrett's house to play some computer video games."
"Okay, Dick, that sounds fine with me," Bruce answered. "Just make sure that Alfred has the Garret's phone number in case we need to reach you. Try to be home by 11, okay?"
"Great! That'll give us about four hours to get to the fifth level," Dick said. "I've got the phone number in both the rolodex Alfred keeps in the library, and also in the computer phone list file. If we do manage to lose track of time while we're at it, I'll try not to wake you when I do get back. 11 shouldn't be a problem, though. See ya, Bruce!"
The energetic Mr. Grayson was turned and running toward the foyer before Bruce could say anything more, and he just smiled while shaking his head a bit. There weren't computers when he was Dick's age, but he had fond memories of the times he'd spent getting away from Alfred to join with his own friends on school nights. He didn't make curfew on quite a few nights, either.
* * * * *
Dick Grayson had practiced the maneuver so many times that it had become a natural. After he went out the front door with Alfred watching, Dick made his way around to his bike. He took off cycling toward the front gate, and waited for it to swing open. Since the gate was both lit and under a camera's eye, which no doubt Alfred was watching, Dick pedaled on out. He stopped when he got out from under the surveillance camera's field of view, then circled back around.
When he got to a point along the wall that he knew from experience had bad links in it's sensors, Dick lifted the bike over the five foot high brick wall. Once it was down on the other side, he hopped up and then jumped down next to it, making sure not to snag his jeans in the concrete. He didn't want to leave a path in the grass, so Dick walked the bike back, with his sneakers leaving no trace, to a spot hidden from view near a ground floor window on the back side of the mansion that he'd unlatched before dinner. With the window raised, Dick had easy reentry to the mansion, and he carefully made his way to the stairwell leading to the Batcave. Using the normal lift may have been too easily noticed by Alfred, who would be near enough to hear it moving.
As soon as he was sure that the cave was still dark and otherwise unoccupied, Dick fished the penlight out of his pocket and made his way to the far corner where his storage bin was. Two different lamps were available overhead, neither of which showed up from the more regularly utilized portions of the cave. If Bruce or Alfred did come down for any reason, Dick would be able to hear them and secure things before they'd know he was there.
Before he could do anything to get his hands dirty, Dick popped the voice modifier into his mouth. He moved it around until it sounded right for his first impersonation, then got going. Dick made quick work of stripping out of the clothes he'd been wearing. Before he could get excited about what he was doing, he reached down and folded his still flaccid tool up between his legs with his balls stuffed up into the cavity above. He fished the cache sex out of the bin, and pulled it up into place. In the process of smoothing everything out, Dick ended up looking like he was exploring the pussy that now appeared in his crotch, and that got him stiff, indeed. The device was strong enough to keep any sign of that from showing.
The waist trimming panties were pulled on over his now feminine appearing crotch, then Dick pulled on a pair of nude pantyhose. He stuffed the padding into the area behind his tush and to the sides of his hips, giving both of these areas a much more feminine shape. Then Dick wrapped something around his waist he hadn't tried before. This waist cincher would only close after Dick sucked in his tummy, but once it was on, it looked like it would provide a good start for the corset.
Dick didn't want to try to do too much bending once the corset was on, so while he only wore the cincher, he reached into the storage bin and pulled out the shiny light grey leggings. The material had just enough stretch in it to mold his calves into a slightly more rounded shape, and once they were up and over the bottom of the cincher, gave his whole lower body a very pleasing shape. He slipped his feet into the blue boots next, and was thankful that they were flat heeled. Their tops came halfway to his knees, and had bat scalloping. Just to finish off his bottom half, Dick then strung the yellow utility belt around his now much smaller waist at the top of the leggings.
Now it was time for the corset, and Dick made sure the laces were loose enough before trying to pull it up over his expanded hips and tush. He got it into position, then started to slowly but surely pull the laces tighter and tighter. Thanks to the cincher already in place, Dick's waist was constricted by the corset even more than ever before. When he finished, he could almost reach around his waist with his hands.
Dick wasn't going to be using the body briefer, because he didn't want any straps going over his shoulders. He glued his 34DD breast forms into position, then faired them in and blended them with the surrounding skin. A strapless, extended line bra was then hooked in position around Dick's chest, with the mounds of false flesh filling the cups to form nicely rounded globes.
The costume's top was then pulled from the bin. Dick stuck his arms part way into the light grey sleeves, than pulled it down over his head. He got each sleeve fully up, then pulled the top down over his expanded chest, lining up the yellow bat symbol so that the wings centered over each globe. Dick brought the top as far down as it would go, then tucked it into the top of the leggings. It blended in enough to look like a single piece outfit, which is what Dick had hoped for. He loosened up the utility belt a bit, and it then rode the tops of his hips, well below the narrowest part of his wasp waist.
He stretched the blue gloves over his hands and pulled them almost up to his elbows, then hooked the scalloped edged blue sateen cape around his neck. It rested nicely atop his shoulders. Dick reached for the first of his face masks next, and slipped it over his head. He worked at lining up his eyes and ears, and could feel the padding which would mold the face into feminine form. He then fit the molded nostrils up into his own nose. This brought his lips into the padded molded ones of the mask, and with everything in place, he zipped it closed. The latex stretched all the more tightly over his face then, becoming in effect a second skin.
Since his own eyes appeared through the ovals in the mask, Dick applied false eyelashes that matched the almost natural hair appearing eyebrows on the mask. He used some mascara to make them even larger, then used a similar shade of dark blue eyeshadow to match that worn normally with the costume. He also touched up the blush on his cheeks and filled in the stretch gaps on his lips with more lipstick. Dick could see in his mirror that the face looked realistic enough to bear even close inspection, and the only thing which would give it away was touching the latex-like material. Dick's new female face was still bald, though.
This last was taken care of for the most part when Dick pulled the orangeish red wig into place, followed by the cowl coming down over his head. He centered the black center piece over his eyes, then smoothed the blue remainder down into the top of the cape. The blending of his eyes and the mask was covered enough by the cowl to be almost unnoticed.
Dick turned and looked into the vertical mirror he'd placed on the wall next to the bin. What he saw was perfect. Batgirl was smiling, with the artificial material of her face looking just like the real skin below it, her deep red lips curving to show the real teeth inside. She ran her gloves over her sleek grey form, cupped her breasts within her outstretched hands, then shook her head to loosen up her hair. It spilled out all the more naturally over her cape.
Batgirl grabbed the penlight, then shut off the two lamps. She made her way over to the motorcycle Robin normally drove, then thought better of it. It would look more than a bit suspicious to any onlookers to see Batgirl on Robin's cycle. Instead, she straddled the less garish one that Batman sometimes rode. It was dark blue, with a black bat for trim. In the dark, it would be plain enough.
If anyone had been there to see it, a first then took place for the Batcave. Batgirl started up her motorcycle, and made her exit. As soon as the bike was out under the partly cloudy sky, Dick started to wonder how Batgirl did her thing with no more than her costume. It wasn't all that cold, but the speed at which he was moving induced a lot of rapidly moving air over his thinly covered skin. He made a point to ask Batgirl the next time he saw her if her costume had any insulation.
It took Batgirl only twenty minutes to get to the still bustling GCPD headquarters building. Apparently the regular force was getting its usual fare of minor criminals, prostitutes and drug dealers. Dick parked the motorcycle in the back parking lot, among the regular patrol cycles so it would blend in. More than a few pairs of eyes followed the sleek form of Batgirl as she entered the building and made her way to the watch desk. She asked the Sergeant on duty, "Would you let me use the Bat Signal to summon Batman? It's not an emergency, but I need to talk with him."
"Let me check for you, Batgirl," she said. The officer put in a call to the commissioner's office to see if he was still there.
"Commissioner Gordon." He put his hand over the mouthpiece, and said, "Hold on a sec, Babs. Hopefully this won't take long." His daughter grinned her approval.
"Good evening, Commissioner. This is Sergeant Rose at the desk. Can I let Batgirl use the Bat Signal to reach Batman? She says that is the only way she can get to him, and it isn't an emergency."
"That shouldn't be any problem, Brittany. Give her the code for the access hatch, and say hi to her for me. I'm about ready to get out of here and go to a late dinner with my daughter."
"Will do, Commissioner. Have fun, and we'll try to let you be tonight."
"Hah! I can just imagine my beeper going off just as the first bite of steak is going into my mouth! Good night, Sergeant."
The Sergeant hung up her phone, and grinned as she faced Batgirl. "It's all yours. Let me get the code for you. Oh, the Commish said to pass on a hi for him, also."
"Gosh, it's too bad I couldn't return it to him," Batgirl said in an easy girl to girl voice. "Maybe next time."
Sergeant Rose fished the alpha numeric sequence out of her computer's data base, then wrote it on a scrap of paper for Batgirl. The heroine took it from her outstretched hand and put it into one of the little bins on her utility belt. Batgirl then turned and made her way to the elevator going to the roof. Just as the elevator doors closed behind her, Commissioner Gordon and his daughter Barbara walked up and pressed the down button. Babs had just missed seeing her twin.
* * * * *
Alfred walked up to his master at a pace much more brisk than his apparent age would allow, and said, "Master Bruce, the Bat Signal."
After many years of hearing those very same words, Bruce immediately put down his paper and stood, saying, "Thank you, Alfred. I'm on my way. I'll give you a call if you need to bring in Robin."
Alfred was already tidying up the newspaper and shutting off the TV with the remote as Bruce was entering the express elevator to the Batcave. It took the Dark Knight only five minutes to get into his ominous costume, and he was behind the wheel of the Batmobile and zooming outbound mere moments later. The eerie bat in the sky was playing upon the clouds overhead as he exited the cave, and the combined power built in and the implied emergency status granted it allowed the Batmobile to get to the GCPD in just under fifteen minutes.
There was a special spot at the side of the building that was reserved for no other uses, and Batman slid into the parking slot with practiced grace. He hopped out after the overhead hatch slid forward, then clicked a button on his utility belt. The hatch sealed up, and armor plating slid out to cover the wheels. Bruce then turned and shot his bat line toward the roof. The grappling hook took hold on the edge, and the electric winch within the launcher hauled him skyward just slow enough that he could keep his footing on the wall.
When Batman climbed over the parapet, he looked over to the Bat Signal. He'd expected to see Commissioner Gordon or Sgt. Bullock standing next to the modified searchlight, but instead, he spotted the sleek light grey and blue form of Batgirl. When she in turn saw Batman approaching her, Batgirl doused the light and shut the control panel's access door. She then raced to meet Batman halfway across the roof, with a look of terror in her impassioned eyes and on what little of her face showed behind her mask.
Batgirl opened her arms and clung tightly to the surprised Batman's rock-hard physique. He could feel her bounteous breasts pushing in on his abdomen, and noticed that she was shaking violently. He waited just a moment for her to settle down just a bit, then took Batgirl by her shoulders and pushed her back to arm's length. "My God, Batgirl! You look like you've just stared death in the face!"
Batgirl caught her breath, then gasped, "Batman! That is precisely why I tried to get you here! Harley Quinn had me in her clutches, and came within a hairsbreadth of killing me!" She then slowed down just a bit, and continued, "I just barely got out of there after that ditz left me to get some device she said Joker had left her with. She must not have been a Girl Scout, because her knots left a lot to be desired."
"So you are okay now, right?" Batman asked. "Was the Joker with her at the time?"
"No, the little goofball was all on her own. I never even heard Joker's raucous voice, let alone see him," a now determined Batgirl said. "I can get you to the building she's hiding in if you want to grab her."
"If Harley is up to her usual tricks, I'm betting she's setting something up for Joker. If you didn't see any sign of him, then Harley should be a relatively easy take. Let's go!"
At the roof's edge, two bat lines shot out and a determined pair of crime fighters swung down to the ground below. Another press of the switch on the utility belt caused the wheel covers to retract, and the canopy slid forward while the Dark Knight started the engine remotely. Out of deference to his guest, Batman went to the passenger side usually occupied by Robin and help open the door. He watched her lithe form as she slid into the car. Batgirl was securing the shoulder harness as Batman hopped into the left side seat, and as the cockpit roof slid closed overhead, he buckled himself in. With the engine already idling, they were off in seconds.
The only words spoken by the apparently still slightly spooked Batgirl during the trip were to give Batman general directions at first. As they got out into the rough looking neighborhood, she started opening up a bit and gave more detailed turning directions. They ended up pulling the Batmobile into a darkened street with no lights showing on either street lamps or the houses. The house she pointed out looked like it had been abandoned for a good while, and Batman figured that made it an obvious choice for the criminal to use as a hideout.
"The basement window that I got out of is still open, Batman," Batgirl said as she pointed to the far corner.
Batman spotted the slightly ajar window frame, then said, "You stay here in the Batmobile, Batgirl. I don't want you getting into contact with Harley again, as much as you'd like to get at her."
"NO!" she almost screamed. "Let me at that little witch! I want to show her what payback is like."
"That's precisely why you're staying right here while I go and root her out," Batman said in trying to reason with her. "As capable as you've proven yourself to be, you sound just a bit too overenthusiastic. I don't want you to fall back into her hands because of rashness causing you to err in her favor. I've handled Ms. Quinn on my own before, and since we should have surprise in our favor, I think I can handle her once again." With that, he ended the conversation by hopping up and out of the Batmobile, leaving a stewing Batgirl behind.
Once he was turned with his back to the car, Batgirl grinned broadly. She very quietly got out of the car herself, but did not follow in Batman's footsteps.
* * * * *
Batman very slowly and carefully made his way to the open basement window. He looked up every few feet just to make sure there was no sign of activity in the windows above. They remained dark, with no apparent motion behind them. When he got to the window, Batman stooped to take a quick look, but saw nothing in the darkness. Caution then caused him to stand back up, and the Dark Knight continued walking. He made his way around the entire perimeter, just to make sure there weren't any other open windows or possible surprises in hiding.
When he came back to the open window, Batman made a quick judgment about the possible depth of the basement from the placement of the window and the size of the floors above. He figured that the floor should be about six feet below the bottom of the window. Since Batgirl had probably put something against the wall below the window to climb out, he decided to spring into the interior a bit more that going straight down. That way there would be a lesser chance of tripping up on something on the way down.
With the window lifted completely up and out of the way, Bruce crouched on the edge, then pushed off with his feet. He immediately straightened out, with his legs bent at the knees to absorb the impact. He came down on solid flooring, without contacting anything else on the way down. Batman bent until his hands toughed down also to absorb the shock, then stood tall. Before he could even turn to start looking around, he was hit on the back of his head by a massive club, which connected just above the neck and below the Kevlar armor of the cowl. Batman sank to the floor once again, this time in an uncontrolled fashion. There was no active brain to control the fall.
Sometime later, when Batman's eyelids flickered open, there was a soft light bathing the room. He tried to lift his hand to reach the ache at the back of his head, but found this impossible to do. He angled his head down, and saw that his legs and arms were all tied to a gridded frame. What they were tied with was the shocker - it wasn't rope or cable, it was vines and flexible thin branches. When he brought his head back up, Batman saw a green pair of high heeled boots, then light green legs and a dark green torso with a pair of monstrous tits jutting out. The bright red hair falling around them led his eyes further up, and he was staring into the sneering face of Poison Ivy.
"Harley told me that you would probably be coming out here, Batman. I still can't believe that she let Batgirl get away from her, but that has been rectified," she said with a haughty tone. "We have Batgirl trapped in another room so that you two couldn't work something out between each other. I want to thank you for bringing her back here, also. It was nice of you to deliver Batgirl back into my hands. This time, the Bat Bitch won't get away."
Ivy lifted her green gloved right fist up to Batman's face, and he saw the yellow band of tubes arraigned around her wrist. The small crossbow on the top tube was aimed right between his eyes, and Batman thought he himself was now doomed. But instead of an arrow firing, he saw a cloud of mist emanate from another tube. When he breathed in these vapors, the Dark Knight became dark, as consciousness slipped away once again. However, there was a slight grin forming on his lips as his head sunk to his chest.
Poison Ivy lowered her arm as the hero's head drooped, then turned away to leave the room. She walked with a very sexy stride, her hips swaying back and forth as each step brought a resounding click from her heels hitting the tile floor. She was loving every moment, and smiled broadly. There was a thin carpet beyond the doorway of the room Batman was left in, and her stride became much quieter as Ivy made her way to the stairway leading to the upper floors. She passed the first floor and kept on going up to the second floor. The landing at the top led to a bedroom with bright lights on.
The dressing room at the rear corner of the bedroom was Ivy's destination, and when she got there, she pulled the weapons band from her right wrist. The redhead faced her vertical mirror, and took in the beautiful sight she saw. Her incredibly beautiful face was surrounded by a billowing mass of flaming red hair, and this fell atop her 36DDD chest. Her breasts were only partly held in by the top of her dark green leotard, and there was plenty of cleavage showing. She brought her similarly colored hands up to these breasts, and hefted them while cupping them from below. Her unbelievably tiny waist shifted as she savored the mass of her tits. "No, not now, later..." was all she said.
Poison Ivy pulled off her long green gloves, and set them on the counter top. That glorious mass of red hair was then lifted from her head, to reveal a bald, flesh colored dome. The wig was placed on a waiting Styrofoam head. She reached for a tissue on the counter, then soaked it with the bottle of solvent. She wiped the tissue around the base of her neck, and soon a thin lip of what looked like skin appeared. After she tossed the tissue into the trash can, Ivy reached to the back of her neck and grasped the end of the tiny zipper there. This was brought up to the top of her head, and then she pulled the two sides of the mask forward and down, away from the face below. Dick Grayson grinned from ear to ear.
In a repetition of the quick change he did only thirty minutes earlier, Dick quickly got out of the basically green costume. As much as he'd enjoyed the feel and sound of Ivy's spike heeled boots, he was glad to get his feet back flat on the ground after taking them off. The entire pile of light and dark green was then set next to the pile of light grey and blue on the floor next to the doorway. Then he used the solvent once more to wipe away the blending that merged the massive breast forms with his own flesh, and also dissolved the glue that held them in place.
These two masses of silicone were placed into their box, and the ones he'd been wearing earlier were brought back out. The smaller, but still quite large forms were glued into place. Dick didn't bother with blending them in, because they would not be exposed to view.
Dick picked up a long sleeved unitard that was divided into quarters. The upper left and lower right were red, and the other blocks were black. These sections were decorated with diamonds in the opposite colors, and there was a white section around the top of the shoulders and to the front and back of the throat. He slipped into the garment, which molded to his heavily reshaped body much as had the Batgirl costume earlier. After the zipper on back was raised, Dick was in very form fitting red and black.
He took the white mime faced mask from its box, and lifted it over his head. After he zipped it closed, Dick tucked it into the white top of the unitard. The red and black head piece with the two foam filled elements jutting off to each side was then pulled into place. This too was tucked into the unitard's neck. Dick then attached the small, rounded black domino mask around his eyes, with its rear edges hooked to the head piece. He touched up the makeup around his eyes to blend them in with the mask. With the top now finished, he slipped his feet into the one red and one black boots, which once again had flat heels. Finally, he pulled on the red gloves which had white collars around the wrists.
Harley Quinn gave herself a quick check in the mirror, and after seeing that everything looked just right, practiced doing the ditzy voice of the jokestress. Harley's was an almost unique voice, and it was the hardest to get right. Once she was satisfied with everything, Harley headed back down to the basement, with an almost permanent wide grin on her face.
Batman awoke with a start as smelling salts were being waved under his nose. He saw a red gloved hand below his nose, and knew he was in trouble now. There was no telling what Harley Quinn had in mind, because she was out of hers. But if the observation he'd noted about Ivy was right, just maybe...
"Hiya, Bats! I guess Ivy did you up pretty good, huh? I knew she was gonna tie you up good, but she didn't say anything about knockin' you out. I just got back from Batgirl, and Ivy took over with her. You should see the Bat Bitch! I don't think anybody'll ever recognize her face ever again," Harley said as she started a hideous giggle.
"What have you done to her, Harley?! So help me, if you've done anything to permanently harm that woman, you'll pay!" Batman felt rage, but knew he had to stall and act out his role. He was still thoroughly tied down, and would be at Harley's mercy, or lack thereof. "What is it that you and Ivy are planning, Harley?"
Harley tilted her head sideways, and grinned all the more, as if that were possible. "We're setting up a little deal for my Puddin', Bats. We're gonna beat the crap out of both of you, and leave you as a going away present for Puddin'. I'm going with Ivy now, and Puddin' will hafta find a new girl."
Harley then stood on her tippee toes and reached behind Batman's head with her hands. She grabbed him solidly, and laid a quick kiss on his left cheek. Just as quickly, Harley let go and backed off, with a stunned Batman looking at her in puzzlement. He was sure now.
"Hee hee! Thanks, Bats! I'll be back for more later. See, I gotta go help Ivy with the Bat Bitch right now. Bye!" Harley turned and started skipping out of the room, bouncing from one foot to the other in the process.
* * * * *
Even though he now was pretty sure that this whole thing was a set up, Batman was still being tightly held to the grid. He tried every trick he could remember to get loose, but nothing seemed to work. He relaxed his muscles to make them smaller, but the vines just clamped down all the more. He started a systematic flexing and contracting to try and loosen something, but they still held him tight. If for no other reason than to rest, Bruce then just relaxed and let the vines take the entire weight of his body. If he was lucky, the constant stress might open them up a bit.
The Dark Knight relaxed so much that his eyes eventually closed and he fell into a light sleep. It was his body's natural reaction to the state of torpor in which he'd put himself. This was more of a nap than anything else, and his eyes blinked open instantly an unknown number of minutes later. He'd been awakened by the creak of the open basement window, which he looked up to see being raised. A sleek black gloved pair of hands was tying the end of a whip to the post at the top of the window.
Moments later, Batman saw a black boot followed by an elegantly shaped light grey leg come through the window. The other leg then joined it, and they both kicked about gently as Catwoman used her arm muscles to lower her slowly. When her right boot reached the crate propped up against the wall, she planted her left foot next to it, then reached up to free her whip. The feline femme fatale then turned around to display her near perfect anatomy, and saw Batman hanging on the grid.
She hopped down like a cat and met the ground with her feet and hands together. As she stood back up, her form was once again proudly displayed for Batman's benefit. "Hello, Batman. I heard a nasty rumor about Batgirl nearly getting her cute little butt singed here earlier this evening. I guess you both got here long before I did."
"Catwoman! You've got to get to whatever room that Batgirl is in right now. She is in Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn's clutches again, and I fear that she's worse off than I am," Batman said with a note of urgency. What if he'd been wrong? Was Batgirl really in trouble, and his guesses in error?
Catwoman slinked over in the distinctly feline way that only she could, and purred, "Batgirl is okay, Batman. I found her first, and got her away from Harley and Ivy. Those witches put up quite a fight, but I got her free. Unfortunately, while I was busy untying her, Ivy untied the rope I had around Harley, who then repaid the favor for Ivy, and they took a powder before I could get to them. Batgirl wanted desperately to help me in getting to you, but I sent her home to rest. She was in rotten shape, but a couple of nights of beauty rest ought to clear her up."
She started to attack one of the vines with the claws on her right hand. It wasn't working, so she said, "I know you've got a blade somewhere in
that utility belt of yours, dearest. Tell me which compartment it's in, so I can get you out of here."
"The third one on my right. Thanks for taking care of Batgirl, but are you sure she's okay? I'd hate to see anything happen to her, Selina." The Dark Knight looked at her plaintively, and regretted right away his use of her familiar name.
With a small retractable razor clenched in her fingers, Catwoman tilted her head ever so slightly and looked Batman in the eyes. "Using my name in a situation like this could get you in trouble, Batman. I don't know about you, but as close as we are, I'm getting more than a little excited." Then, instead of putting the blade to the vines, she backed off a bit, and crossed her arms under her bounteous breasts. Batman had seen that very same pose too many times for this to be anyone other than Selina herself, and he started to wonder while he blushed.
"Selina, you know as well as I do what you do for me, but we can't get into that now. You've got to get me out of this trap."
"Oh, I don't know...how is that you seem to get tied up so often, eh? Is that something that gets you turned on, Batman? Maybe we could do some rope tricks in a softer situation?" Catwoman had a malicious grin on her face, but saw the deadly serious look that Batman was giving her. "Okay, spoilsport. Much as I'd love to get my hands on you here while you couldn't do anything to stop me, I guess you have your duties and have to get to them."
No more words were said as she easily cut through first the vines and branches around his wrists. While he started to rub some life back into his arm muscles, Catwoman stooped and went to work on the trappings around his ankles. She then stood up and handed the blade back to him, and Batman replaced it in his belt. "Might I suggest that we find an easier way out of here than that window?" Catwoman said, with her fists resting on her hips. She pointed toward the hallway, and both went to look for the stairwell going up.
Batman led the way through the front door a few moments later, and glanced up to notice the now opened window on the second floor which hadn't been that way when he scouted the house earlier. Had Batgirl actually been released from that room? It was possible, but...
Catwoman reached for Batman's hand from behind, and pulled herself around to face him. As she looked up into his eyes longingly, she reached around his massive chest and pulled herself in close. Batman remembered the last time Selina had hugged him this tightly, and refrained from returning the hug. She looked up with a pained look in her eyes, then took her hands and clasped them behind his neck. She pulled her face up close to Batman's, and then Selina planted her lips solidly on his. She got just the reaction she'd hoped for, and thrust her tongue quickly up against his.
As he turned so red that had it been daytime, he'd have looked sunburned, Bruce pulled back away from Selina before she could get him any more tempted. Catwoman had a hurt look on her face, and pushed away from him. Before Batman had even recovered, she turned and slinked off into the night. She had disappeared by the time Batman could move, and he just chalked it up to another case of almost gotcha. Someday, he and Selina were going to finally get closer.
Batman had his suspicions confirmed when he got to the Batmobile. When Batgirl had left it earlier against his wishes, it should have been left open. Batgirl had never been in it before, and couldn't have known how to set the locks. Yet when he got to the car, both the driver's and passenger's side doors were secured. He shook his head in amazement at the ruse, then headed back to the Batcave to close up for the night.
Alfred met the Batmobile's arrival as he often did, with a tray in his hand holding two cups, one of coffee, the other hot chocolate. After Bruce hopped out and got the car turned around, he picked up the cup of cocoa as Alfred asked, "How did the evening go, Master Bruce? I presume you were able to handle it all by yourself?"
Bruce chuckled after taking a sip of the steaming liquid. "That was a very impressive affair, Alfred. If you'd tried to call Dick, you wouldn't have reached him. He put on one hell of a show tonight. Would you believe that Dick, in rapid order, played the roles of Batgirl, Poison Ivy, and Harley Quinn? I will have to ask him later how he managed to get Catwoman to join with him in that stunt. She acted it out just as he'd set it up."
"So young Master Grayson has some potential, Bruce?" Alfred said. "I knew that you were a bit short with him last week. I hope you'll take advantage of this, and put his talents to good use."
Bruce put his cup down, then said, "Sage advise from my age old mentor. Point taken, Alfred. I'm already thinking of a good way to put Dick's newfound talents to good use."
The two of them then exited the Batcave after Bruce did a quick change back into shirt and slacks. It was quarter to 11 when they came out of the elevator, and they both looked at each other with a smile on their faces. Neither was going to worry too much if Dick broke curfew.
* * * * *
Catwoman made her way through the night back to her house via a circuitous route, just in case Batman was trying to track her. She saw no sign of him, and retired to her upstairs bedroom. She stopped before her vertical mirror, and made a provocative pose. Selina grinned, then unwound the whip from her chest. She snapped it in the open air above her bed, and felt herself getting excited. After she put her whip away, Catwoman sat down to pull the knee high flat heeled boots off her feet.
She wanted to check something out. If Catwoman looked sexy as hell in the boots she'd been wearing, what would she look like in some that were a bit different? She reached into the costume supplies box and pulled out a pair of shiny black stretch PVC boots that had five-inch stiletto heels on them. She slipped her feet into these, and pulled the zippers up to her thighs. The boots hugged her legs like another skin, but in glossy black.
When she stood and then walked over to her mirror, Catwoman saw what a deliciously sexy and seductive look she had. The heels elevated her ankles high into the air, and made her calves stand out all the more. The green boots from earlier in the evening had felt good, but these heels put those to shame. Dick made a mental note to pass on this discovery to the real Selina Kyle. If the boots looked good on her, the they'd look just as good, if not better, on the real thing.
As excited as Dick was getting, Catwoman decided to try something different, and not wait to disrobe. She laid down on her bed and lifted her now black legs into the air. While one hand massaged the round grey globes on her chest, the other started stroking the flat area between her legs. It didn't take long at all for the flattened out equipment up inside that crotch to get rock hard and shoot out the load that had been developing all night long.
While she was still laying down, Catwoman unzipped the boots from her legs. Then she sat in the chair at her dressing table and pulled the grey and black cowl off her head. Dick had decided earlier to forgo the use of his last female mask for Catwoman, and with the cowl off, his unkempt short black hair appeared over Selina Kyle's face. Dick didn't want to get the costume wet, so he took off the clawed gloves and then unzipped the unitard. As he was getting out of it, Dick thought of how appropriate it was that another word for unitard is catsuit.
Dick took off his extended line bra, then unglued the breast forms from his chest. His ribcage and abdomen finally got some relief when the corset and waist cincher were removed. He pulled the padding out of his pantyhose, then took off the hose. At long last, the cache sex was pulled down from his crotch, and Dick's now very wet manhood fell free. He did a quick rinse of the cache sex's insides, then wiped his crotch clean.
As opposed to the sight when he'd first put on the Batgirl costume, where he had a very feminine body with a male head over it before donning the mask, he now saw a male body in the mirror with a very feminine face over it. He used his cold cream to wash away Selina, and in no time, Dick was 100% male. Well, on the outside physically, anyway. He had enjoyed the evening so much that Dick wondered if this would be the last time he dressed up en femme.
He jumped into the shower to get a quick hot soaking and loosen up. After Dick had dried off, he put on the fresh underwear, t-shirt and jeans that were in the costume box, followed by a pair of sneakers. The phone lines at the house hadn't been activated, so Dick put on a light jacket and hiked a half mile to the all night convenience store. From there he called a cab, and got a lift back to the outskirts of Wayne Manor. It was just after midnight when he was dropped off, and Dick saw that the mansion was dark.
After Dick retrieved his bike from its hiding place, he back around and entered via the front door, as he would have been expected to do. When he got to his bedroom after treading very softly through the halls and up the stairs, Dick found a note resting on his pillow.
"Dick,
I just want to tell you what a great job you did tonight. Though my head is till aching, I think I had almost as much fun as you must have. I'd have never known it was you except for very small details. As Batgirl, you got into the Batmobile the same way I've watched you get in as Robin for so many years. Don't forget, women sit down first with their legs outside, then swing them in together. Also, you locked up the Batmobile, and I'm pretty sure Batgirl wouldn't have known how to do that.
As Poison Ivy, you never once tried to use a poison kiss. The gas in the wrist band was a nice trick, but not her style. You will have to tell me how you made your breasts blend in so well.
When Harley grabbed me around the neck, I recognized your stronger hands. Harl has grabbed me that way so many times that I've come to know what her particular grasp feels like.
All in all, you did a fantastic costume job.
In the morning, please tell me how you got Selina Kyle in on your little caper.
I've also got another costume deal lined up for you if you're up to it. There's a festive dinner engagement on Friday evening, and I'd rather not go looking for another 'girlfriend' to bring along. How would you like to pretend to be my date so that I can skip all the usual hassles I get from the girls?
Regards,
Bruce"
Dick was a bit crestfallen as he read about the little things that he'd slipped up on, but almost burst out laughing when he saw that last bit about Catwoman. Bruce had fallen for that one completely! Was he ever going to be in for a shock in the morning. Dick decided right then and there to make a call in the morning to extend his lease on that house. And actually go on a date with Bruce to keep away the real girls?
Hmmmmmm.......
He slept very soundly once he'd finally climbed into bed.
* * * * *
The following Friday evening, Alfred pulled one of the Wayne limos up to the entrance of the Gotham Convention Center. Bruce Wayne was the honorary chairman of the annual Fall Festival, and it was imperative that he be there at the head table. Alfred got out to open Bruce's door, then walked quickly over to the other side to open his date's door, with Bruce close behind him. A pair of beautiful legs swung out, and planted the four-inch heeled gold sling sandals on the pavement. Bruce reached in to take her hand and help her to get out, and when she stood, the gorgeous blonde straightened out her gold lame' midi with a slit up her left thigh. She pulled at the white shawl around her shoulders, and stroked at her hair streaming out behind it. She leaned forward to give a quick nip to Bruce, much to the chagrin of dozens of young ladies who were watching the scene.
Bruce made a grand entrance into the convention hall, which was jam packed with Gotham's high and mighty, and the wannabes. The blonde at his side kept her right arm wrapped tightly around Bruce's left, so that while he could shake hands with his right, there was no way for him to do any hugging of anybody but her. The pair were quite a draw for photo takers, both private and press.
As they were being seated just before the festivities started, the blonde put her lips close to Bruce's ear and said something for only the two of them. It made a great picture, though. "Bruce, I love the way they feel, but I don't know if I'm ever going to get used to walking a lot and standing in high heels for extended periods."
Bruce grinned, and looked like he was nibbling on her ear as he said, "Don't worry, Dick. It's not that difficult with practice." They both blushed.
The next day, pictures of Bruce Wayne and the latest entry into his love life were all over the papers, and being set up for the next week's editions of the Enquirer, Globe, etc. It wasn't long before they were all over the Internet, too.
Dick was in for a lot more dressing up than he'd ever imagined!
