** just a quickie while inspriation strikes...I haven't forgotten the stories still left hanging**
It is the early afternoon in Gotham City and all the city's attention is focused on the Gotham City Museum of Natural History. Today, a traveling exhibit from the Smithsonian in Washington has arrived with priceless articles from past presidents. Items such as George Washington's colonial army uniform and diary excepts from the pen of Thomas Jefferson highlight this historic showcase. The guests of honor at the opening of this exhibit are none other than Gotham's famed costumed crimefighters, Batwoman and Flamebird. Before the general public was allowed into the museum, Batwoman and Flamebird are given a private tour of the presidential exhibit. A young pretty blonde tour guide, Polly, walks the lovely superheroines through the now quiet and seemingly empty museum. Polly, a vision of beuaty in her early 20's, wears a smart, yet revealing, business suit with a short gray skirt, matching gray blazer, a tight white blouse, and black sheer nylon pantyhose. The only thing that looked a bit out of place was the black bowler hat she wore upon her neatly managed flowing blonde locks.
Under the bright museum lights, Batwoman and Flamebird were even more dazzling than usual. Their shiny spandex leotards and shiny tan pantyhose looked practically neon under the flourescent rays of light. In their shimmering body hugging spandex and nylon encased legs, the dynamic duo would truly be the main attraction at this exhibit opening. The raven haired Batwoman, in her yellow leotard and cowl with red cape, gloves, and boots, looked in amazement at the priceless pieces from of campaign literature from the Adams and Jefferson era. Our blonde Teen Wonder, Flamebird, in her red leotard with yellow gloves, boots, belt, cape, and eyemask, was inspecting the writings of Eisenhower and Kennedy. While looking over the many artifacts, our heroines are called by their guide, Polly, to see a special surprise box that had just arrived.
"Ladies, if I can direct your attention to a very special piece," Polly noted calmly. "This just arrived from Washington and it should be quite a hit."
Polly gestured to a box on a table at the middle of the room. Batwoman and Flamebird came together at the table to see just what surprise was in store for them. The box was 2 feet high and a foot wide. It was an unremarkable brown shipping box with the postage stamps and stickers noting that the contents of the box were fragile.
"What is it?," inquired Batwoman. "Is it a new addition to the exhibit?"
"Yes," piped up a cheery Polly, "and what an addition it is. Please, Batwoman, remove it from the box and see for yourself."
Batwoman grinned and flashed a sweet smile at her guide, Polly, and pulled open the top of the brown box. Flamebird, at Batwoman's hip, leaned forward to get a better look. Batwoman reached inside the box and pulled out a black "stovepipe" top hat and held it carefully in both hands before her.
"Oh my," gasped Batwoman, "This must have been one of Abraham Lincoln's stovepipe hats."
"Very good, Batwoman, it did belong to Lincoln," Polly interjected. "What makes this one so special is that this is the very hat her wore when he delivered the Gettysburg Address."
Batwoman and Flamebird stood open mouthed in amazement at the piece of history that was before them. Polly continued to stand rigidly at attention with a toothy grin as she watched the dynamic duo carefully inspecting the hat she had presented them.
Before our heroines could sense that anything was wrong, the top of the stovepipe hat flipped open and a pair of plastic eyeballs rose from under the hat. Both Batwoman and Flamebird stood with eyes wide in shock at this unexpected turn of events. From the two eyes, a quick flash of yellow light appeared before two wavy laser beams shot forth from the plastic eyeballs. The yellow beams of wavy light made a direct hit in the eyes of Batwoman. The eyes slits of Batwoman cowl glowed a bright gold as the stream of light stopped. Batwoman stood frozen in place, still holding the hat before her, with a wide eyed, open mouthed expression of shock locked on her face. She stood rigid in place for a brief moment before falling to the shiny marble museum floor. Batwoman remained as stiff as a board as she fell and her facial expression had not changed in the fall. Her arms were still extended forward in the position where she held the hat, but the hat has been dislodged from her grasp by the force of the fall.
"The Super Instant Mesmerizer concealed in the hat," Polly giggled with arms folded about her ample chest, "...works every time."
"Batwoman!?!?," cried Flamebird as she saw the stunned superheroine collapse like an ironing board.
Flamebird stood frozen as she was overcome by the unlikely events unfolding before her. Her aunt and mentor, Batwoman, had been mesmerized by a familiar device and now lay stunned and frozen on the ground. What looked like a simple public appearence had turned into a well-sprung trap.
"We walked right into this trap," shouted Flamebird, "a Mad Hatter trap! The Super Instant Mesmerizer popping out from under a top hat...a Jervis Tetch trap if I've ever seen one."
"Very good, Teen Wonder," smiled a confident Polly. "A Jervis Tetch trap you and your balloon-bod partner walked right into."
"Well you forgot to take care of me, Ms. Polly," Flamebird exclaimed with equal confidence. "...and I'll wipe these marble floors with you, you hat-check hussey."
"Hussey? Is that the best you can do?," laughed Polly as she remained relaxed with arms folded and a sly cheshire cat smile across her puss.
"You want to see my best, Polly?," Flamebird grinned as she adopted a croutched fighting stance. Being well-schooled in the martial arts gave Flamebird, the Teen Wonder, an uncommon confidence when squaring off in hand-to-hand combat. And, besides, how tough could the hat check girl be?
While Flamebird attention was directed on Polly, a shadowy figure tiptoed forward in his trademark light lavender tuxedo with a dark purple vest. The handlebar mustache and matching lavender top hat left no doubt as to the identity of this sneaking villain. Polly's grin grew wider as her boss, the nefarious Mad Hatter, was standing right behind the unaware teen heroine.
"...And what might be so funny, Polly?," huffed an indignant Flamebird.
"Nothing, really... just that the Mad Hatter has a special hat fitting ready for you..."
"Huh?," gasped Flamebird, knowing that remark meant that the Mad Hatter and his henchmen were close.
Before the Teen Wonder could finish the exhale of her gasp, the Mad Hatter produced a slightly oversized red top hat from behind his back. As Flamebird turned to see exactly who was standing behind her, the hat had been rudely placed on her sweet little blonde head and pulled down roughly to cover her face. Flamebird stood, looking ridiculous, with a slightly oversized red top hat where her head would normally be. The hat fit snuggly over her head as it seemed to contract upon contact. Yellow gloved hands reached up with panicked motion on the rim of the hat to try to pull the hat off, but the suffocating hat wouldn't budge.
"MMRRRgghhhhhfff....," groaned Flamebird as her cries were muffled by the Mad Hatter's heinous headpiece.
The 18 year old heroine in red spandex staggered like a new born colt taking its first steps, almost tripping her over own yellow boots, as she feverish tugged at the top hat secured to her head.
Mad Hatter and his hat-check girl henchwoman laughed lustily at the silly sight of a staggered headless heroine. Flamebird panicked stumbling finally stopped as a hissing sound could be heard coming from the form fitting, or face fitting, red trap top hat. Flamebird's muffled coughs could be heard as the trademark purple sleeping gas of Jervis Tetch could be seen escaping from under the hat. At the brim of the hat, the purple slumber fog was slowly leaking from above. The hat had been rigged with a KO gas capsule to subdue its intended victim, the shapely young superheroine, Flamebird.
As the gas emitted from the headpiece, Flamebird arms dropped from the brim of the hat and fell limply to her sides. A woozy stagger of the Teen Wonder's sexy shiny hosed legs followed before she crumpled in a caped heap upon the floor, joined her partner as a subdued captive of the Mad Hatter.
"Well done, Ms. Polly," lisped the smiling Mad Hatter. "The dynamic duo never expected our trap as honored guests of our city fathers. Their guards were down just enough to strike."
"Whew," exhaled Polly, "I'm sure glad you came when you did. That Flamebird looked like she meant business and I've seen those kung-fu skills of hers."
"Sweet Polly," cooed the sinister villain, "I was monitoring their every move. Your safety was never in question."
"Great," snapped the sarcastic sexpot, "Now let's get out of here before some nosy museum dork or some rent-a-cop shows up....Anyway, how are we going to get the dynamic duo out of here with no one seeing us?"
"Simple, Polly," smiled the Mad Hatter with a knowing raised eyebrow, "Cappy, Dicer...enter please."
Two large men entered the room in mover's coveralls. Using rolling hand carts, freight dollies, they wheeled two large wooden packing crates into the room. The crates were roughly seven feet long and two feet wide.
"Cappy and Dicer will load the defunct duo into the crates and take them to the panel truck out front where our helpless heroines will be taken to my little museum," smirked the smug Mad Hatter, rubbing his hands together evilly as his nefarious plan was coming together perfectly. "Polly, you and I will take the back exit and meet the truck down the block a bit."
With that, Polly and Mad Hatter scamped out of the room as Cappy and Dicer loaded the mesmerized Batwoman and slumbering Flamebird into the wooden crates. The large men had little trouble with the petite crime-fighting cuties as their shapely sexy bodies fit nicely into their boxes, which were swiftly sealed shut for a short trip across town.
Two hours later...at an abandoned Haberdasher shop across town
Batwoman and Flamebird stirred slightly as the effects of Mad Hatter's Super Instant Mesmerizer and his purple KO gas were wearing off. Their eyes fluttered a bit as they tried to move a bit. Their movements were restricted, as they felt they were being bound by rope. The body heat from behind our heriones revealed that they had been tied together, back-to-back, in a standing position. As the fog lifted from their brains, Batwoman and Flamebird got a good look at their predicament. They had been tied together, with ropes across their shoulders, arms, waist, thighs and ankles. The entangling twine had been strung and secured snuggly to restrict any movement. Our spandex-clad heroines could see they were standing upright in some sort glass display case. The newest exhibits in the Mad Hatter Museum were Gotham's famed costumed crime-fighters, Batwoman and Flamebird.
"Batwoman?," groaned a groggy Flamebird, "Where are we?"
"I don't know, Flamebird," exhaled an equally groggy Batwoman, "but it looks like we're in some kind of display case, like animals at the zoo."
"Holy headaches, Batwoman," sighed a subdued Teen Wonder. "Can't clear my head...that purple knockout gas really does a number on your senses...Could this be any worse, Batwoman?"
"Well," grunted a more aware Batwoman, squirming her tight yellow spandexed body against her bonds, "At least I can feel my cowl is still on my head...I don't think the Mad Hatter unmasked us..."
The lights in the dimly lit room were turned on and the bright light forced the dynamic duo to squint in their glass display case as the Mad Hatter entered the room with Polly, now clad in her hat-check black costume that looked remarkably like a French Maid's outift, and his large henchmen, Cappy and Dicer.
"Unmassssk you?," lisped the fey villain, "...and ruin the surprise?"
"What surprise?!?!, you effeminate fiend" shouted an angry bound Flamebird.
"Why the grand opening of my new museum, my dynamic displays," boomed the Mad Hatter. "And you two are my prized attractions."
"What's...the...meaning of...this, Mad Hatter?," groaned a struggling Batwoman. "We're...your...attractions?!?"
"Why, yes, beautious Batwoman," continued the Hatter. "How much do you think the ticket buying public will pay to see the famous Batwoman and Flamebird, Gotham's own dynamic duo, unmasked before their very eyes!"
"Unmasked! In public!," screamed Flamebird. "How could you?"
"How could I?," reasoned a giggling Mad Hatter, "why, for the money, dear Teen Wonder, and I destroy your effectiveness as crime-fighters by exposing your true identities in the process."
"Ohhh," cooed a giddy Polly in a sexy, breathy voice, "That's pure genuis, Jervis, charge people $100,000 a piece to see Batwoman and Flamebird unmasked...and end their crime-fighting exploits while we rack in the dough."
"Yes, my sweet Polly," Mad Hatter laughed, "So simple, yet so sinister and effective."
"You fiendish...heinous...haberdasher!," grunted a disgusted Batwoman, realizing her peril and that the binds that tied her and her sidekick together were too thick to break. "You'll never get away with this..."
"It appears I already have, my detained duo," boasted a confident Hatter. "Now remember, that glass case is rigged with sensor that releases purple sleeping gas if you somehow get free of my ropes and try to escape...and I'd much rather have you both awake when your masks are removed before a captive audience. Makes it much more dramatic that way..."
The four villains shared a hearty laugh as they left Batwoman and Flamebird alone with their thoughts. They were certain no one could break the nylon bondage that wrapped the dynamic duo neatly and the rigged case would release the KO gas even if they get free.
As the villainous quartet left the room to market their fiendish exhibit to Gotham's well-heeled thrill seekers and assorted supervillains, Batwoman and Flamebird tweaked their necks to get closer to one another.
"Is this it, Batwoman? the end?," sobbed a dejected and bound Teen Wonder. "Is this how our crime fighting careers end? Not to mention our normal lives..."
"It can't be, Flamebird, it just can't be," cried a hopeful Batwoman. "We've got to find a way out of this bonds and disable the sensor in the case...its our only chance."
"Holy hundred-to-one shots," sighed Flamebird.
TO BE CONTINUED....