Batgirl Seduced
Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2014 7:33 pm
Batgirl rode her Batgirl-Cycle through the night-darkened streets, determination in her eyes and a predatory grin on her beautiful face. There wasn't much traffic out and about, which was just how she liked it. That made it so much easier to maneuver around Gotham City, and shake off any potential tails.
Not like Batman and Robin and their big, clunky Batmobile, the dominoed daredoll thought to herself. Contrary to popular opinion, she didn't favor motorcycles for their "fringe benefits" on her "sweet spot", but for their agility and maneuverability on the streets.
Tonight, she had a specific target in mind: a high-class apartment at 2535 Veronika Street. She'd learned - after sneaking a peek at some top-secret files in her father's office - that that apartment was currently being rented by a notorious supervillain known only as "The Seducer". Supposedly an international man of mystery who had stolen government and military secrets out from under a dozen countries, only to sell them on the global black market. He had no loyalties save for his own wallet, supposedly.
Right now, the police were reluctant to make a move without the expertise of Batman and Robin (currently in Egypt pursuing a diabolic team-up between Maxie Zeus and King Tut). The Seducer was a seasoned criminal, after all, and he had easily escaped the clutches of police before. To say nothing of the fact that being apprehended by American police could trigger some kind of international incident if other countries after him (or his services) got wind of it.
But she was no mere bluecoat. She was Batgirl, Gotham City's premiere super heroine, and once she got her hands on that two-faced mercenary, he wouldn't know what had hit him.
"This looks like it," she whispered to herself as she pulled up a block away from an enormous apartment building in a more quiet, upper-class part of Gotham. Making as little noise as possible, she stashed the Batgirl-Cycle in a nearby alley and hid it under a tarp.
About ten minutes later, the dominoed daredoll was silently scaling the side of the apartment building with the ever-classic "Bat-Climb". Fortunately, during her climb, no obscure celebrities threw open their windows to chat with her. That would've wrecked her stealthy approach.
Finally, she reached the balcony of the apartment that The Seducer had - supposedly - rented. Before she went inside, however, she smoothly pulled a gadget known as the Bat-Detector from her utility belt. It looked much like a pair of yellow binoculars, but its purpose was quite different; by using the latest in thermal-detection technology, it could scan any area for signs of living beings.
Pressing the Bat-Detector to the eye-slits in her cowl, Batgirl gave the apartment a quick sweep through the balcony window. To her slight disappointment, she realized that the apartment was currently empty. Maybe The Seducer was out meeting a client somewhere.
"... or maybe the intel was just plain wrong," Batgirl muttered to herself. "Oh, well. Only one way to find out."
In a few seconds, she had picked the lock to the balcony door and slipped right into the apartment. She then carefully turned around and slid the door back into place and relocked it, before turning back toward the apartment interior. The lights were all out, but she could just barely make out the fact that she was standing in the living room.
Reaching into another compartment on her utility belt, Batgirl removed and unrolled a map of the apartment layout. It was a pretty big apartment, which meant that there were that many more places she needed to look for clues - or evidence - in.
Better get started. Time's a-wasting, and he could come back any second.
Just as she was about to take out her magnifying glass and penlight, however, a male voice sounded through the apartment, making her freeze instantly.
"We'll, well, well! What's this? A bat in my belfry!"
A moment later, she made out the dark silhouette of a man in the doorway across the room, directly facing her.
Not like Batman and Robin and their big, clunky Batmobile, the dominoed daredoll thought to herself. Contrary to popular opinion, she didn't favor motorcycles for their "fringe benefits" on her "sweet spot", but for their agility and maneuverability on the streets.
Tonight, she had a specific target in mind: a high-class apartment at 2535 Veronika Street. She'd learned - after sneaking a peek at some top-secret files in her father's office - that that apartment was currently being rented by a notorious supervillain known only as "The Seducer". Supposedly an international man of mystery who had stolen government and military secrets out from under a dozen countries, only to sell them on the global black market. He had no loyalties save for his own wallet, supposedly.
Right now, the police were reluctant to make a move without the expertise of Batman and Robin (currently in Egypt pursuing a diabolic team-up between Maxie Zeus and King Tut). The Seducer was a seasoned criminal, after all, and he had easily escaped the clutches of police before. To say nothing of the fact that being apprehended by American police could trigger some kind of international incident if other countries after him (or his services) got wind of it.
But she was no mere bluecoat. She was Batgirl, Gotham City's premiere super heroine, and once she got her hands on that two-faced mercenary, he wouldn't know what had hit him.
"This looks like it," she whispered to herself as she pulled up a block away from an enormous apartment building in a more quiet, upper-class part of Gotham. Making as little noise as possible, she stashed the Batgirl-Cycle in a nearby alley and hid it under a tarp.
About ten minutes later, the dominoed daredoll was silently scaling the side of the apartment building with the ever-classic "Bat-Climb". Fortunately, during her climb, no obscure celebrities threw open their windows to chat with her. That would've wrecked her stealthy approach.
Finally, she reached the balcony of the apartment that The Seducer had - supposedly - rented. Before she went inside, however, she smoothly pulled a gadget known as the Bat-Detector from her utility belt. It looked much like a pair of yellow binoculars, but its purpose was quite different; by using the latest in thermal-detection technology, it could scan any area for signs of living beings.
Pressing the Bat-Detector to the eye-slits in her cowl, Batgirl gave the apartment a quick sweep through the balcony window. To her slight disappointment, she realized that the apartment was currently empty. Maybe The Seducer was out meeting a client somewhere.
"... or maybe the intel was just plain wrong," Batgirl muttered to herself. "Oh, well. Only one way to find out."
In a few seconds, she had picked the lock to the balcony door and slipped right into the apartment. She then carefully turned around and slid the door back into place and relocked it, before turning back toward the apartment interior. The lights were all out, but she could just barely make out the fact that she was standing in the living room.
Reaching into another compartment on her utility belt, Batgirl removed and unrolled a map of the apartment layout. It was a pretty big apartment, which meant that there were that many more places she needed to look for clues - or evidence - in.
Better get started. Time's a-wasting, and he could come back any second.
Just as she was about to take out her magnifying glass and penlight, however, a male voice sounded through the apartment, making her freeze instantly.
"We'll, well, well! What's this? A bat in my belfry!"
A moment later, she made out the dark silhouette of a man in the doorway across the room, directly facing her.