Batgirl vs the Joker (batgirl and Bubbles)
Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 9:33 am
Okay the term "NEW" is relative. I wrote this story as a break from another story that I was working on at the time. You can read my excerpt from my erotic novel, Bridgett Bonds: Grrl Trap at:
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/bridget ... 1554870585
This story has one of the best Batgirl taglines I ever heard or wrote at the end of the chapter....
It still makes me smile after all these years.
This is a totally NEW adventure for Batgirl. It is a little tamer than some of my earlier stories, but hey, it’s free!! Bondage, sex etc. Don’t read if you are under 18 or find sexually suggestive material offensive.
Don’t read if you are under 18 or find it offensive.
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Batgirl vs. The Joker
Chapter One- The Safest Sex of All
by S. Sneakly ([email protected])
It was another fine day in Gotham City’s bustling financial district. In the office of J. P. Mulligan, president of Gotham Trust Bank, a happy birthday ritual unfolds.
“Hello Mr. President,” A breathy voice announces. “I am here to wish you a happy birthday and many happy returns.” The leggy young woman at the door clicked it closed and turned in her high-heeled pumps towards the beaming birthday boy. With a flick of her shoulders, her plain gray trench coat tumbled to the floor, revealing a long pair of fishnet stocking rising into a swarm of colored balloons.
“My name is Bubbles, what’s yours?” She pulls a hat pin from her hair and lets the long metallic blue tresses tumble down her back. Smiling demurely, she batted her big brown eyes.
“Umm, err, Mulligan, err, JP they call me.”
“Well happy birthday to you, Mr. Mulligan,” she crooned as she pricked a balloon on her shoulder. The banker jumped slightly as the balloon exploded.
Bubbles glided behind the desk, her perfumed body stopping inches in front of the seated banker. The leggy stripper slowly closed the man’s gaping mouth so he was holding the over sized pin between his teeth.
“Pick a balloon, Birthday Boy.” She swayed her hips invitingly. The banker leaned forward, shaking with anticipation. Another balloon burst, revealing the woman’s flat muscular tummy.
“Good shot Birthday Boy!” She cooed in mock excitement. “Why don’t you go for the gold, and let the real party start!” She swayed her hip in round, hypnotic gyrations in front of the man’s face. The gold balloon over her pubis swooshed close and burst on the pin’s sharp tip. A cloud of red gas enveloped the man’s face. He slumped forward and plopped on the floor.
Bubbles immediately ran to the door and waved to a customer standing in line. He immediately gave up his place as the slipped into the office, hoping that his light burgundy tuxedo and green hair would not cause any suspicion amongst the guards milling about. Fortunately, the guards were some of Chief O’Hara’s finest trying to supplement their income off duty.
“Hoo hoo! Good work Laurel! Those dynamic dildos won’t ever be able solve this one! J. P. Mulligan will never tell a soul how this clownish caper was committed. Now let’s skedaddle before he wakes up.” The Joker and Bubbles made quick work of the folders sitting on the banker’s desk.
*****
“The Bat-spectrometer should be able to tell us the exact molecular make up these strands of brown fabric I pulled from the suit of Mr. Mulligan.” Batman was in full flourish as he waved the tweezers containing the minute brown fibers.
“Saints preserve us Batman! I would have thought that those were just brown carpet fibers from when Mr. Mulligan fell down.” Chief O’Hara cooed in his usual stupefied adulation of Batman. The caped crusader tried to explain the theoretical workings of a gas spectrometer to the police chief.
“No, Chief O’Hara, to the untrained eye they may look like brown carpet fibers, but I suspect that they are in fact part of the disguise that our perpetrator was wearing during the robbery.” Batman was about to wax poetic about how the regular mortal police and everyone else were so fucking dumb when they stood in the shadow of his eminence.
Barbara was ready to barf. Instead she moved slowly away. She could stomach Batman only in small doses. She had already figured out that Batman had no solid understanding of how a gas spectrometer worked either. She knew enough about them to say that Batman was about incinerate more evidence in his hunt for useless data. Fortunately, she thought O’Hara was right. It probably was just some carpet fibers that Batman was about to vaporize in the Batcave.
Robin was sleeping one off in the drunk tank (a cell quietly set aside and renamed ‘the Bat-tank,’ which was not to be confused with the Bat-APC rusting in the police motor pool. This had caused some problems early on when a request to have the Bat-tank readied went out.) Barbara guessed that Batman must have money somewhere in this bank to get him to break off his usual round of public speaking and honorariums to be here.
Barbara looked around at the office. It was the usual stuffy oak paneled bank setting that typified the movers and shakers of Gotham business. She did notice a scrap of gold something on the floor. When she was sure no one was looking, she quietly reached down and palmed it. She thought it might be a real clue and was in no hurry to have Batman incinerate it in his latest toy. It was a small shred from a gold latex balloon. She quickly stored it in a small container on her utility belt.
She looked around the office one last time. The cluster of police and reporters that always followed Batman around a crime scene had surely contaminated any other evidence or obliterated any remaining fingerprints.
In her sleek Batgirl costume Barbara sauntered out to the bank’s main floor. The press never really bothered her with questions. They usually would snap a couple of quick pics for the gossip or society pages and leave her alone. Black hip-hugger pants, yellow utility belt and a sporty purple jog bra emblazoned with the bat-logo was all that the pleasant summer weather required. Her trim midriff was exposed and she could feel the yellow and black fabric of her cape brush the small of her back.
Without drawing attention to where she was going she moved towards one of the bank tellers idling behind her window.
“So did you see anything unusual in the bank today?” Barbara knew that both Batman and the police would spend the whole afternoon interrogating Mulligan about how he came to wake up on the floor, groggy and a half million dollars lighter in bearer bonds, bonds that had been meant for a new expansion of the Gotham Public Library.
“Well, it was JP’s birthday today.” the teller was an attractive woman in her late thirties. Barbara had picked her because she had always been a pleasant, but gossipy type when Barbara had been in to cash checks.
“What does that have to do with the robbery?” Barbara had an inkling, but did not want to interfere with the woman’s train of thought.
“Well every year some poor shmuck who owes the bank a ton of money usually sends a hooker over here on JP’s lunch hour and then the schmoe comes by later for an extension.”
“Who sent one this year?” Barbara was fascinated. This would explain the absence of details in JP’s testimony. His wife would kill him if she found out that he was getting hookers for lunch.
“I don’t know, the last couple of years it was Bruce Wayne, but the bank won’t do business with him anymore. As far as I know, there weren’t any takers this year.” She smiled sheepishly at Barbara. “At least that was what I thought until I saw that blue haired woman in the trench coat go in there around a quarter to noon.”
“Did you see any other strange characters hanging around today?” Things were getting clearer all the time. The only villainess that was in town recently was Minerva and she certainly wasn’t about to act the part of hooker. The hooker had to be working with one of the other villains populating the streets of Gotham. The question was: which one.
“There was this odd looking gentle man who was standing in line. He had green hair, a whitish complexion and a reddish tuxedo, now that you mention it.” She looked a little embarrassed that she hadn’t thought it strange at the time.
“Do you have any family on the police force?” Barbara asked with a hint of sarcasm. The woman’s face lit up.
“Yes! How did you know? My uncle is Chief O’Hara!” Barbara immediately recognized the vacuous eyes that she had so often associated with O’Hara.
“Just intuition,” Barbara smiled. There was no reason for blaming the lady for a shallow gene pool. At least she had the good sense to avoid law enforcement.
Barbara looked around the bank one last time. She knew who, and she had an idea how. Batman would stay gabbing as long the TV crews had batteries and the print reporters were interested. Eventually, they would tire of his oration and leave. That was probably a couple of hours away.
Walking out past the police cordon toward her parked Batgirl-cycle, Barbara pulled the yellow plastic vial from her utility belt. She held the plastic tube up to her nose and popped the lid.
A faint odor of sweetness breezed through her senses, chloroform, a main component of most of the most common knockout gasses. A blue haired woman who worked for the Joker had gassed J. P. Mulligan and then helped him carry off a half million dollars in barer bonds.
Chloroform would have eaten right through a regular latex balloon in a few minutes. Barbara looked at the torn remnant of rubber. There was a thin flexible coating on one side. A balloon like this needed to be specially made.
Going back to the library as Barbara Gordon, she dug through the phone book archives until she was able to find a listing for the Lucky Latex Novelty Shop. It was listed as being an industrial wholesaler of novelties and party favors that had gone under about sixth months ago. It was presently under receivership to C. Jester, attorney at law.
*****
It was getting dark by the time that Batgirl pulled up to the Lucky Latex Novelty Shop. Barbara parked her bike a block away behind a dumpster. She walked around the building. It was old, big and isolated. The truck entrances were locked but had been used recently. The storefront looked unused. Barbara scaled an old drainpipe to the roof.
Casing the skylights, Barbara inspected the interior of the building. There were lots of old carnival attractions and midway booths, all stored away years ago for a new carnival season that would never come. She found skylight that looked down on a large, luxuriously furnished section of the warehouse. The walls and floor were painted with psychedelic swirls and spots. The upholstery was done in day-glow green with burgundy piping. This was the right address.
Reclining on a chaise lounge was the self proclaimed clown prince of crime, The Joker. His pants were down around his knees as were his boxers, adorned with purple hearts. Straddling his torso was a slim athletic woman, her bright red hair was done up in a short Marilyn Monroe wanna-be style. She was naked except for a pair yellow and blue stockings held up with matching garters. She had a pretty face and a round bosom that had the suspicious ability to defy gravity.
Barbara thought for a moment, the Joker was clearly distracted from other duties and she had an opportunity to catch him and his new girlfriend by surprise. There didn’t seem to be any other thugs around and for the type of scheme they had been running, they didn’t need to split the take with anyone else.
It was only about ten feet to the floor from the skylight. Barbara looked down through the old glass. With her feet together she crashed down on the center pane. The glass exploded below her feet. She landed with a hop on the floor twenty feet from copulating criminal couple.
“I see you’ve got a new girlfriend, Joker!” The redhead was so surprised that she tumbled off the lounge chair and crashed onto the floor behind it.
“Hoo Hoo! Batgirl! Nice of you to drop in” The Joker was not so easily surprised. “You should have called ahead. We could’ve had a threesome! She’s quite a good fuck too, you know!” He pointed backward at the disheveled redhead, who was just climbing up from behind the dais.
“I hope you’ve been practicing safe sex.” Barbara needed to keep the banter up until she could get him subdued.
The Joker only laughed. “The safest kind there is!”
She would have had no time to react even if she had seen what was coming. The Joker slapped a red and white bulls eye on the floor with his hand. As soon as he did, a loud ‘POW’ echoed through the room. The purple circle that she was stepping across shot up, and closed her in a purple sheath of shiny latex.
“Hoo hoo, the jokes on you Bat-babe! It’s a full body condom! The safest sex of all!” He was on his feet now, jumping and clapping his white-gloved hands. “This is better than I had hoped. I was starting to worry that you were never going to catch on to such a wonderful ploy!”
Barbara was rolling around on the floor struggling in the tight confines of the latex sheath. It had closed neatly around her neck and was quickly getting tighter. It had formed a second skin over her body. Her arms were pressed to her side and she was soon unable to move them more than a few inches to either side. A warm, slimy coating on the inside of the latex let her body glide around inside the condom as she wriggled uselessly on the floor.
“You won’t get away with this Joker! You’ve already made too many mistakes. If I can find you so can others!”
“Tsck, tsk, Batgirl. I only left one piece of balloon behind. I also know the Dynamic Dickhead and the Balless Wonder are presently trying to organize a police raid on a New Guernsey carpet shop.” He kneeled down next to the struggling heroine. “I. . .” a prod from the redhead corrected him. “I mean ‘we’ have been stealing Gotham’s richest of rich blind for six months.”
“I hope you’re comfortable. It’s lubricated for your enjoyment! Haa haa!” Another kicked roused him from his gloating.
“Oh, and this fine young lady is my cohort in crime, Laurel Sulfate, the finest stripper in all of burlesque.” He waved his hand towards the naked stripper.
“You can call me Bubbles.” She gave a shallow curtsey.
“Yes, Bubbles and I have been pulling that same shtick for six months. But it was getting rather old. It was working too well I’m afraid. Oh yes, we robbed dozens offices at lunchtime and no one ever reported a thing. Well, when I heard about all those bearer bonds, how could I resist? I knew Batman might find the balloon instead of you, but he would just shove it into one of his infernal machines and burn it up.”
“How do you like the latest in my line of ‘killer’ novelty toys? I made it just for you.” He held up a drooping condom. It was only a little over a foot long, made from what looked to be a thick quarter in of solid rubber. “This is what they look like when they aren’t all stretched out. Of course the one you’re wearing had to be stretched out quite a bit to cover your petit little crime fighter body.” He gave a hoot of appreciation as he watched Barbara roll back and forth in a vain effort to pull her arms free.
“But not to worry my dear, the rubber in these condoms was specially designed to return to its original shape. Why in fifteen or twenty minutes it should have shrunk your svelte size four to a snug size one and a half.
“You won’t mind if Laurel and I hang-out and watch? Laurel was asking me if I thought we would be able to hear the bones break as you’re crushed to death.” His hideous clown smile grew even wider as he chuckled at the thought.
“He said he was sure they would” Bubbles moved over to The Joker, leaned on his back and started stroking his chest. “But, he’s always been a romantic”
The Joker leaned back and started kissing his cohort in crime. Soon the two were engaged in session of heavy petting. The thin layer of latex was quickly contracting around the young crime fighter. Her body was totally immobilized within the contracting cocoon. Barbara’s legs had already fallen asleep from the pressure and her fingers were slowly turning to pins and needles. She wanted to cry out, but the pressure on her chest reduced her to gasps and hushed grunts of desperation.
Laurel Sulfate had her hands in the open fly of the Joker’s Tuxedo pants as she maneuvered to straddle him. As soon as she was firmly mounted on the end of his shaft, The Joker lurched to a standing position. He teetered momentarily as the naked dancer wrapped her legs around his engine. He then carried her back across to the lounge chair. Her hips were rising and falling as they moved across the room. Soon the two were reclining on the small couch, rising and falling in tight embrace as they watched the masked crime fighter struggling in her the contracting condom.
IS THIS THE END OF BATGIRL??? IS SHE TRULY FUCKED THIS TIME??? WILL BUBBLES BURST ON JOKER’S WURST??? WILL THEY COME BEFORE SHE GOES???
FIND OUT NEXT MONTH,
SAME BAT-URL
SAME BAT-TIME
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/bridget ... 1554870585
This story has one of the best Batgirl taglines I ever heard or wrote at the end of the chapter....
It still makes me smile after all these years.
This is a totally NEW adventure for Batgirl. It is a little tamer than some of my earlier stories, but hey, it’s free!! Bondage, sex etc. Don’t read if you are under 18 or find sexually suggestive material offensive.
Don’t read if you are under 18 or find it offensive.
*****************************************
Batgirl vs. The Joker
Chapter One- The Safest Sex of All
by S. Sneakly ([email protected])
It was another fine day in Gotham City’s bustling financial district. In the office of J. P. Mulligan, president of Gotham Trust Bank, a happy birthday ritual unfolds.
“Hello Mr. President,” A breathy voice announces. “I am here to wish you a happy birthday and many happy returns.” The leggy young woman at the door clicked it closed and turned in her high-heeled pumps towards the beaming birthday boy. With a flick of her shoulders, her plain gray trench coat tumbled to the floor, revealing a long pair of fishnet stocking rising into a swarm of colored balloons.
“My name is Bubbles, what’s yours?” She pulls a hat pin from her hair and lets the long metallic blue tresses tumble down her back. Smiling demurely, she batted her big brown eyes.
“Umm, err, Mulligan, err, JP they call me.”
“Well happy birthday to you, Mr. Mulligan,” she crooned as she pricked a balloon on her shoulder. The banker jumped slightly as the balloon exploded.
Bubbles glided behind the desk, her perfumed body stopping inches in front of the seated banker. The leggy stripper slowly closed the man’s gaping mouth so he was holding the over sized pin between his teeth.
“Pick a balloon, Birthday Boy.” She swayed her hips invitingly. The banker leaned forward, shaking with anticipation. Another balloon burst, revealing the woman’s flat muscular tummy.
“Good shot Birthday Boy!” She cooed in mock excitement. “Why don’t you go for the gold, and let the real party start!” She swayed her hip in round, hypnotic gyrations in front of the man’s face. The gold balloon over her pubis swooshed close and burst on the pin’s sharp tip. A cloud of red gas enveloped the man’s face. He slumped forward and plopped on the floor.
Bubbles immediately ran to the door and waved to a customer standing in line. He immediately gave up his place as the slipped into the office, hoping that his light burgundy tuxedo and green hair would not cause any suspicion amongst the guards milling about. Fortunately, the guards were some of Chief O’Hara’s finest trying to supplement their income off duty.
“Hoo hoo! Good work Laurel! Those dynamic dildos won’t ever be able solve this one! J. P. Mulligan will never tell a soul how this clownish caper was committed. Now let’s skedaddle before he wakes up.” The Joker and Bubbles made quick work of the folders sitting on the banker’s desk.
*****
“The Bat-spectrometer should be able to tell us the exact molecular make up these strands of brown fabric I pulled from the suit of Mr. Mulligan.” Batman was in full flourish as he waved the tweezers containing the minute brown fibers.
“Saints preserve us Batman! I would have thought that those were just brown carpet fibers from when Mr. Mulligan fell down.” Chief O’Hara cooed in his usual stupefied adulation of Batman. The caped crusader tried to explain the theoretical workings of a gas spectrometer to the police chief.
“No, Chief O’Hara, to the untrained eye they may look like brown carpet fibers, but I suspect that they are in fact part of the disguise that our perpetrator was wearing during the robbery.” Batman was about to wax poetic about how the regular mortal police and everyone else were so fucking dumb when they stood in the shadow of his eminence.
Barbara was ready to barf. Instead she moved slowly away. She could stomach Batman only in small doses. She had already figured out that Batman had no solid understanding of how a gas spectrometer worked either. She knew enough about them to say that Batman was about incinerate more evidence in his hunt for useless data. Fortunately, she thought O’Hara was right. It probably was just some carpet fibers that Batman was about to vaporize in the Batcave.
Robin was sleeping one off in the drunk tank (a cell quietly set aside and renamed ‘the Bat-tank,’ which was not to be confused with the Bat-APC rusting in the police motor pool. This had caused some problems early on when a request to have the Bat-tank readied went out.) Barbara guessed that Batman must have money somewhere in this bank to get him to break off his usual round of public speaking and honorariums to be here.
Barbara looked around at the office. It was the usual stuffy oak paneled bank setting that typified the movers and shakers of Gotham business. She did notice a scrap of gold something on the floor. When she was sure no one was looking, she quietly reached down and palmed it. She thought it might be a real clue and was in no hurry to have Batman incinerate it in his latest toy. It was a small shred from a gold latex balloon. She quickly stored it in a small container on her utility belt.
She looked around the office one last time. The cluster of police and reporters that always followed Batman around a crime scene had surely contaminated any other evidence or obliterated any remaining fingerprints.
In her sleek Batgirl costume Barbara sauntered out to the bank’s main floor. The press never really bothered her with questions. They usually would snap a couple of quick pics for the gossip or society pages and leave her alone. Black hip-hugger pants, yellow utility belt and a sporty purple jog bra emblazoned with the bat-logo was all that the pleasant summer weather required. Her trim midriff was exposed and she could feel the yellow and black fabric of her cape brush the small of her back.
Without drawing attention to where she was going she moved towards one of the bank tellers idling behind her window.
“So did you see anything unusual in the bank today?” Barbara knew that both Batman and the police would spend the whole afternoon interrogating Mulligan about how he came to wake up on the floor, groggy and a half million dollars lighter in bearer bonds, bonds that had been meant for a new expansion of the Gotham Public Library.
“Well, it was JP’s birthday today.” the teller was an attractive woman in her late thirties. Barbara had picked her because she had always been a pleasant, but gossipy type when Barbara had been in to cash checks.
“What does that have to do with the robbery?” Barbara had an inkling, but did not want to interfere with the woman’s train of thought.
“Well every year some poor shmuck who owes the bank a ton of money usually sends a hooker over here on JP’s lunch hour and then the schmoe comes by later for an extension.”
“Who sent one this year?” Barbara was fascinated. This would explain the absence of details in JP’s testimony. His wife would kill him if she found out that he was getting hookers for lunch.
“I don’t know, the last couple of years it was Bruce Wayne, but the bank won’t do business with him anymore. As far as I know, there weren’t any takers this year.” She smiled sheepishly at Barbara. “At least that was what I thought until I saw that blue haired woman in the trench coat go in there around a quarter to noon.”
“Did you see any other strange characters hanging around today?” Things were getting clearer all the time. The only villainess that was in town recently was Minerva and she certainly wasn’t about to act the part of hooker. The hooker had to be working with one of the other villains populating the streets of Gotham. The question was: which one.
“There was this odd looking gentle man who was standing in line. He had green hair, a whitish complexion and a reddish tuxedo, now that you mention it.” She looked a little embarrassed that she hadn’t thought it strange at the time.
“Do you have any family on the police force?” Barbara asked with a hint of sarcasm. The woman’s face lit up.
“Yes! How did you know? My uncle is Chief O’Hara!” Barbara immediately recognized the vacuous eyes that she had so often associated with O’Hara.
“Just intuition,” Barbara smiled. There was no reason for blaming the lady for a shallow gene pool. At least she had the good sense to avoid law enforcement.
Barbara looked around the bank one last time. She knew who, and she had an idea how. Batman would stay gabbing as long the TV crews had batteries and the print reporters were interested. Eventually, they would tire of his oration and leave. That was probably a couple of hours away.
Walking out past the police cordon toward her parked Batgirl-cycle, Barbara pulled the yellow plastic vial from her utility belt. She held the plastic tube up to her nose and popped the lid.
A faint odor of sweetness breezed through her senses, chloroform, a main component of most of the most common knockout gasses. A blue haired woman who worked for the Joker had gassed J. P. Mulligan and then helped him carry off a half million dollars in barer bonds.
Chloroform would have eaten right through a regular latex balloon in a few minutes. Barbara looked at the torn remnant of rubber. There was a thin flexible coating on one side. A balloon like this needed to be specially made.
Going back to the library as Barbara Gordon, she dug through the phone book archives until she was able to find a listing for the Lucky Latex Novelty Shop. It was listed as being an industrial wholesaler of novelties and party favors that had gone under about sixth months ago. It was presently under receivership to C. Jester, attorney at law.
*****
It was getting dark by the time that Batgirl pulled up to the Lucky Latex Novelty Shop. Barbara parked her bike a block away behind a dumpster. She walked around the building. It was old, big and isolated. The truck entrances were locked but had been used recently. The storefront looked unused. Barbara scaled an old drainpipe to the roof.
Casing the skylights, Barbara inspected the interior of the building. There were lots of old carnival attractions and midway booths, all stored away years ago for a new carnival season that would never come. She found skylight that looked down on a large, luxuriously furnished section of the warehouse. The walls and floor were painted with psychedelic swirls and spots. The upholstery was done in day-glow green with burgundy piping. This was the right address.
Reclining on a chaise lounge was the self proclaimed clown prince of crime, The Joker. His pants were down around his knees as were his boxers, adorned with purple hearts. Straddling his torso was a slim athletic woman, her bright red hair was done up in a short Marilyn Monroe wanna-be style. She was naked except for a pair yellow and blue stockings held up with matching garters. She had a pretty face and a round bosom that had the suspicious ability to defy gravity.
Barbara thought for a moment, the Joker was clearly distracted from other duties and she had an opportunity to catch him and his new girlfriend by surprise. There didn’t seem to be any other thugs around and for the type of scheme they had been running, they didn’t need to split the take with anyone else.
It was only about ten feet to the floor from the skylight. Barbara looked down through the old glass. With her feet together she crashed down on the center pane. The glass exploded below her feet. She landed with a hop on the floor twenty feet from copulating criminal couple.
“I see you’ve got a new girlfriend, Joker!” The redhead was so surprised that she tumbled off the lounge chair and crashed onto the floor behind it.
“Hoo Hoo! Batgirl! Nice of you to drop in” The Joker was not so easily surprised. “You should have called ahead. We could’ve had a threesome! She’s quite a good fuck too, you know!” He pointed backward at the disheveled redhead, who was just climbing up from behind the dais.
“I hope you’ve been practicing safe sex.” Barbara needed to keep the banter up until she could get him subdued.
The Joker only laughed. “The safest kind there is!”
She would have had no time to react even if she had seen what was coming. The Joker slapped a red and white bulls eye on the floor with his hand. As soon as he did, a loud ‘POW’ echoed through the room. The purple circle that she was stepping across shot up, and closed her in a purple sheath of shiny latex.
“Hoo hoo, the jokes on you Bat-babe! It’s a full body condom! The safest sex of all!” He was on his feet now, jumping and clapping his white-gloved hands. “This is better than I had hoped. I was starting to worry that you were never going to catch on to such a wonderful ploy!”
Barbara was rolling around on the floor struggling in the tight confines of the latex sheath. It had closed neatly around her neck and was quickly getting tighter. It had formed a second skin over her body. Her arms were pressed to her side and she was soon unable to move them more than a few inches to either side. A warm, slimy coating on the inside of the latex let her body glide around inside the condom as she wriggled uselessly on the floor.
“You won’t get away with this Joker! You’ve already made too many mistakes. If I can find you so can others!”
“Tsck, tsk, Batgirl. I only left one piece of balloon behind. I also know the Dynamic Dickhead and the Balless Wonder are presently trying to organize a police raid on a New Guernsey carpet shop.” He kneeled down next to the struggling heroine. “I. . .” a prod from the redhead corrected him. “I mean ‘we’ have been stealing Gotham’s richest of rich blind for six months.”
“I hope you’re comfortable. It’s lubricated for your enjoyment! Haa haa!” Another kicked roused him from his gloating.
“Oh, and this fine young lady is my cohort in crime, Laurel Sulfate, the finest stripper in all of burlesque.” He waved his hand towards the naked stripper.
“You can call me Bubbles.” She gave a shallow curtsey.
“Yes, Bubbles and I have been pulling that same shtick for six months. But it was getting rather old. It was working too well I’m afraid. Oh yes, we robbed dozens offices at lunchtime and no one ever reported a thing. Well, when I heard about all those bearer bonds, how could I resist? I knew Batman might find the balloon instead of you, but he would just shove it into one of his infernal machines and burn it up.”
“How do you like the latest in my line of ‘killer’ novelty toys? I made it just for you.” He held up a drooping condom. It was only a little over a foot long, made from what looked to be a thick quarter in of solid rubber. “This is what they look like when they aren’t all stretched out. Of course the one you’re wearing had to be stretched out quite a bit to cover your petit little crime fighter body.” He gave a hoot of appreciation as he watched Barbara roll back and forth in a vain effort to pull her arms free.
“But not to worry my dear, the rubber in these condoms was specially designed to return to its original shape. Why in fifteen or twenty minutes it should have shrunk your svelte size four to a snug size one and a half.
“You won’t mind if Laurel and I hang-out and watch? Laurel was asking me if I thought we would be able to hear the bones break as you’re crushed to death.” His hideous clown smile grew even wider as he chuckled at the thought.
“He said he was sure they would” Bubbles moved over to The Joker, leaned on his back and started stroking his chest. “But, he’s always been a romantic”
The Joker leaned back and started kissing his cohort in crime. Soon the two were engaged in session of heavy petting. The thin layer of latex was quickly contracting around the young crime fighter. Her body was totally immobilized within the contracting cocoon. Barbara’s legs had already fallen asleep from the pressure and her fingers were slowly turning to pins and needles. She wanted to cry out, but the pressure on her chest reduced her to gasps and hushed grunts of desperation.
Laurel Sulfate had her hands in the open fly of the Joker’s Tuxedo pants as she maneuvered to straddle him. As soon as she was firmly mounted on the end of his shaft, The Joker lurched to a standing position. He teetered momentarily as the naked dancer wrapped her legs around his engine. He then carried her back across to the lounge chair. Her hips were rising and falling as they moved across the room. Soon the two were reclining on the small couch, rising and falling in tight embrace as they watched the masked crime fighter struggling in her the contracting condom.
IS THIS THE END OF BATGIRL??? IS SHE TRULY FUCKED THIS TIME??? WILL BUBBLES BURST ON JOKER’S WURST??? WILL THEY COME BEFORE SHE GOES???
FIND OUT NEXT MONTH,
SAME BAT-URL
SAME BAT-TIME