The End of Batgirl as we know her (on-line)

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A mundane mission of mercy is more than Batgirl ever bargained for!


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The End of Batgirl as We Know Her – “For Her Own Good” (REVISED)

By Flamingo Boy [email protected]


PROLOGUE (3 years earlier)


Prisoner disarmed and secured!

Excellent! Cut off her belt and let her fall.

When Police Lieutenant Nadia Hunter heard those words, she knew that her fate was sealed! The madman was actually going to let her fall to her death!

She thought that her ten years of experience on the force would prepare her for just about anything… but she was wrong! She was out of her league and way over her head.

In her dire situation, it didn’t matter that she was a stellar police officer… a decorated hero… an impeccable service record… no unsolved felonies that she was assigned to investigate… the best shot in her class… a master of hand to hand combat. It didn’t matter that she was the youngest woman on the Gotham City Police Force to make detective lieutenant in record time… only eight years… and three days shy of her twenty-eighth birthday.

Despite all her training, professionalism, and dedication to law enforcement, it simply wasn’t enough.

She was set up… plain and simple. She walked right into a trap and never saw it coming. She let her anger and ego cloud her judgment… and now was going to pay for it.

How could she be so vain… and so stupid? Never before in all her illustrious career had any criminal been able to blindside her and get the drop on her so effortlessly.

She now knew that her captor and conqueror would soon “skin” his prey and “mount” his trophy. And there was nothing she could do to stop it!


Nadia Hunter was now… Nadia the hunted!

* * * *

Ironically, the day had started out promising for Nadia.

Normally, with her recent hectic schedule and shortage of police officers, this was Nadia’s first day off in over two weeks. She should have been using this precious time off to sleep in late and just bum around her apartment.

Instead, she got up early to get ready for a job interview.

After ten years as one of Gotham’s finest, she was on the verge of telling the police force to go scratch… that is… if she got the job. She wasn’t stupid and she had no intention of handing in her two weeks notice until she scored another gig.

The reason why she was leaving the force was account of a Commissioner James Gordon… and he pulled the last straw on her only a week ago.

Although he would always deny it in public, Gordon was a sexist chauvinist prick that still maintained his caveman mentality that a woman’s place was in the home. Women had no business being in positions of authority. If he had it his way, the Gotham City Police Department would still consist of only white males. It was only because of political and media pressure and negative publicity that he relented to “allow” women and minorities on the force. The asshole even had the gall to play if off as “he had no idea that these groups had any interest in law enforcement.”

Of course, he assigned women to all the shit details like parking meter attending and secretarial duties. The only time he gave out “descent” assignments was when he absolutely had to… such as when he had “police woman” Wondy (it wasn’t until recently that he finally referred all woman as “police officers”) sent in undercover as one of Catwoman’s kittens to infiltrate her organization. When her cover was blown, Commissioner Gordon took no action to rescue her. He took her lose in the same manner as if he misplaced one of his gloves. If it weren’t for Batman, Wondy would have been dead.

The kicker of it all was when Wondy was rescued, the prick Gordon actually expected her to report for full active duty the following day… as if the ordeal was just a typical day at work. It didn’t matter to him that the poor woman was mentally and physically tortured and needed to take some time to re-cooperate. She only asked for a few days to get over her ordeal, but Gordon threatened to fire her if she didn’t report to work. Now, if one of his “precious male” officers gets so much as a hangnail, they can kick back for a week.

For Nadia the final straw came when she was passed up for a promotion in which she was more than qualified for… all because she was a woman. She naively believed that Gordon had mellowed out of his macho-shit and would make her his second assistant. Chief O’Hara would still be his right hand man… but she would be Gordon’s “left hand.”

The post would mean an automatic promotion to captain and she would be a shoe-in for Police Chief when O’Hara decided to vacate his position… which could be in three years! Apparently, Mayor Linseed announced that he would not run for re-election and would retire when his current term was up. Rumors speculated that the party planned to nominate Gordon for the next Mayor… meaning that O’Hara would be the new commissioner… and she the new chief. In a few years, O’Hara would retire and she would be in line for commissioner.

Alas, it was all a dream. The cold hand of reality slapped her across the face when Gordon chose a “man” with less experience. For crying out loud, Lt. John Peabody was in charge of parking enforcement… a glorified chief meter maid that rode a desk for his entire career and never walked a beat or rode in a squad car. He never made a felony arrest. He never even made misdemeanor arrest. He never fired his gun in the line of duty accept at the shooting range. As a matter of fact, the only time his weapon left his holster was when he went to clean it… which wasn’t often… BECAUSE HE NEVER USED IT!

Gordon also appointed this dope because he was a distant relative. Nadia knew the game about nepotism and political connections to land city jobs. She accepted that. She even got on the force because her father was a cop… but you would think that Gordon would use nepotism across the board. No way! He only landed well-paying cushy city jobs to his “male” relatives. Even his own daughter, Barbara, got the Royal Screw Job. You think that an asshole father with “connections” could score his “little girl” something better than a librarian post. Even O’Hara remarked to Nadia that the only reason why he was still Chief was because Barbara wasn’t born a son.

Good ol’ Chief O’Hara. He was just as useless as Gordon but, at least, he was willing to give everyone a fair shake. He was in her corner all the time. He fought tooth and nail for Gordon to appoint her, but the stubborn prick wouldn’t budge. O’Hara told Nadia he was going to resign when he discovered that she was unfairly passed over. Nadia told O’Hara to do no such thing. There was no reason to blow his career and pension over this. Besides, the whole experienced opened her eyes and she told him that it was time to try a different career.

Good news travels fast.

It wasn’t long after when Gordon passed her up, when Nadia got the call.

It was a recruiter and she wanted to know if Nadia was interested in applying for a position as a personal bodyguard for a high-profile corporate executive. At first, Nadia passed it off and told the recruiter that she didn’t want to waste any more time with dead ends, however, the recruiter was so certain that she would get hired that the placing agency was willing to compensate her $2,000 just to meet with the client… no obligations to even accept the job offer!

The recruiter stressed that the client specifically expressed that he wanted a female bodyguard… but there was a small catch… he wanted a very attractive female. Before Nadia could hang up the phone, the recruiter insisted that this was all on the up-and-up and that there would not be any “funny business” of any kind. The client merely likes to be seen in the company of beautiful women and she would be nothing more than platonic arm candy.

The position paid over twice her current salary… generous pension plan… totally FREE medical and dental (no co-pays or deductibles)… four weeks paid vacation. She would have to live on the estate but she would get free room, board, and meals. She wouldn’t have to pay for any of her equipment or uniforms and she would not have to pay for dry cleaning. During her off hours, she had full use of any vehicles on the estate for her own personal use.

What the hell did she have to lose? And this time she was going to be ready. This time, she was going to dress the “part.” If putting on a show and giving the client a stiffy was what it took to get a dream job… then so be it!

That was another reason why Gordon passed her up. Nadia learned the hard way, that Gordon preferred his female police officers to look like… well… females.

Nadia made the mistake of looking too “butch” when she interviewed with Gordon. She didn’t wear make-up. She wore her gorgeous long blonde hair in tight pony-tail rather than hanging it off her shoulders. She wore her loose-fitting blue shirt rather than her tight white blouse. She wore a straight tie rather than the more “femine” crossover tie (similar to the ones worn by female military officers). She wore loose slacks instead of the tight skirt that was just above her knees. She wore her frumpy flat “beat-walking” shoes rather than high heels.

If she had dressed to Gordon’s liking, the pig might have hired her.

This wasn’t to say that Nadia was not a pretty woman… she was drop-dead gorgeous. She only dolled up and looked glamorous when she was not on duty. This wasn’t to say that she never dolled up for work… as a matter of fact, she did do that when she first started on the force.

Unfortunately, all the males on the force would constantly eye-oogle her. Because she looked like a Barbie doll, the other male officers never took her seriously and didn’t give her the respect that she deserved. She was assigned to secretarial duty and always was ordered around to make coffee for “the real cops (namely the men). That part of the job she could tolerate, but she hated being called “hon, babe, toots, or sweetie.”

It wasn’t until she traded her skirt for slacks and her high heels for flat shoes, when she started to be taken seriously. It didn’t take long before Nadia was given better assignments and moved up the ranks. The other officers now saw her as “one of the guys.” She was no longer female. As far as everyone else was concerned, she was another fellow officer and no one gripped when she gave an order.


That was then… this is now… things are different. There would no mistakes this time… no more being passed over. She would beat all those male pricks at their own game!

She put on a subtle shade of lipstick as well as eye-liner, mascara, and blush.

With the help of the recruiter, Nadia chose her outfit and ensemble very carefully. She found the right medium between sexy and professional.

She wore black underwear. The panties hugged her hips tightly and would not leave any external lines. Her bra pushed her breast up and together to give her full maximum chest and cleavage.

While she buttoned-up her tight white short-sleeved blouse and tucked it into her black nylon mid-thigh skirt, she debated about living the top two buttons undone to show her bare neck… but decided against it. She didn’t want to appear too eager to get the job.

She needed neckwear of some kind but her straight thin black tie just wasn’t cutting it. She cursed herself for not investing in a cute neck scarf or neckerchief. That would have been classy and perfect… but she had no time to shop for one now.

She tried on her black cross tie with the pearl snap. It was more feminine… put not quite there. Then she had an idea. She rummaged through her drawer and found her red satin kentucky tie. It was similar to a bow tie but loosely tied and about three inches tangled freely off each end. When she tried it on, she saw that it was attractive and stylish.

The next piece of the ensemble, which the recruiter insisted she wear, was a wide thick black leather belt with a big shiny steel buckle. Obviously, the client had a belt fetish… to each his own. He wrapped the belt tightly around her waist, which proved to the perfect contract that separated blouse from skirt.

Since she had awesome legs, she opted not to wear nylons. As she put on a pair of high heels that was both sexy and comfortable for walking, she practiced “sitting” down in her skirt. She had to make sure always to cross her legs or keep her knees together and then shift them off slightly to the side.

She was told that the client wanted to see her accuracy with a firearm. Since she wanted to get the best accuracy possible, she opted to take her own pistol with her as it was perfectly balanced for her arm. The only problem was that the purse that matched the outfit was too small. Nadia would have worn her gun on her person but wearing it on her hip would be too conspicuous and assuming.

She then decided to wear a shoulder holster and then concealed her weapon from plain view by covering it up with her pin-striped suit jacket… another classy piece of her dress ensemble. She stuffed a red handkerchief in the breast pocket for good measure. She was also curious to see if her potential employer would have her searched for weapons. It was a good test of his security.

Looking into the mirror, Nadia released her long hair from the pony-tail and let it rest loosely on her shoulders. She looked very good… but something was missing.

Thinking quickly, she completed her “costume” by placing a wide-brimmed stetson hat on her head and a pair of slightly tinted sunglasses over her eyes. She admired herself as she now looked like a retro-1940s movie detective-ess!


Not long after, the limo pulled up to the front of her building. The very handsome Hispanic chauffer opened the door and helped her inside the vehicle. He instructed Nadia to help herself and amuse herself with anything in the back as it was going to be a long drive.

Nadia discovered that a box lunch had been packed for her. It looked so delicious that she couldn’t resist. The food was also prepared in a way in which there was no danger of spilling anything on herself. Although the driver constantly told her that the boss insisted that she could help herself to “anything” in the fully stocked bar, Nadia chose to quench her thirst with soft drinks and bottled water rather than liquor.

The drive took almost three hours, but Nadia was able to entertain herself by watching Titanic, a favorite movie of hers, on the DVD player.

The client met Nadia at the gate and personally took her to his mansion on his vast estate via an electric cart.

Almost immediately, he offered her the job. The only catch was that he wanted her to start immediately.

Even though the client said that he would pay out the rest of her lease on her apartment and take care of all her moving expenses, Nadia didn’t think it right to leave the police department without giving them two weeks notice.

The client kept insisting that he needed her right away, and he offered her almost everything under the sun, but Nadia was still reluctant to drop everything and work for someone else. That wasn’t her style. However, the client didn’t seem to want to take ‘no’ for an answer.

When Nadia said that she wanted to go home, the client begged for her to stay a few more minutes as he was sure that “something could be worked out.” All he asked of her was for five minutes in his office to convince her otherwise. If he couldn’t convince her to stay after that, she was free to leave the estate. Nadia decided that the best course of action was to humor this insisting prick. If he couldn’t come to terms with starting in two weeks, then that was his problem and she would tell him to go to hell.

Just when they were about to enter his private office, the client answered his cell phone. He asked Nadia to step inside and make herself comfortable and he would join her in just a few minutes.

Nadia felt uneasy about not having the client follow her inside, but the dummy never searched her. She figured that she was safe if the man tried to strong-arm her into staying as all she had to do was quickly pull out her gun. If he was going to be trouble, it was nothing that she couldn’t handle.

It was just after she placed her purse on a coffee table that the lights in the room suddenly dimmed.

That’s when the gloved fist shot out of no where and hit her on the chin causing her hat to fly off her head and her sunglasses to fall off her face and shatter on the hard marble.

The fact that she was wearing high heels didn’t help her balance and she hit the floor hard and momentarily knocked the wind out of herself.

Before she could catch her breathe and bearings, something grabbed her by her belt buckle and yanked her off the floor and then suspended her in mid air. To determine how high up she was, Nadia purposely let her shoes slip off her feet. By the time she heard them hit the floor, she was able to surmise that she was about twelve feet up. A fall from this distance on hard marble would seriously injure her… if not kill her!

“That recruiter bitch set me up,” Nadia thought to herself. “No wonder she insisted that I wear this belt. Well… I’m not going down without a fight!”

Before Nadia could reach under her jacket for her shoulder holster and pull out her gun, she felt a sharp blade pointing into the notch of her neck.

“Do not move, prisoner” a mechanical voice said. “If you do not surrender immediately, I will cut your throat like thus….”

With a quick and precise flick of the blade, Nadia heard the soft tearing off fabric as she felt the collar of her blouse loosen slightly from her neck. Nadia’s cute little tie and the first top button of her blouse, which kept her collar closed and her neckware in place, were cut off without the blade ever touching her own soft skin. She only watched helplessly as her button flew haphazardly in the air and her severed kentucky red tie slowly floated down and disappeared to the dark floor. Upon seeing this sight, she knew her captor meant business and the next slash would be fatal.

“O-okay,” Nadia said before things could get ugly. She decided to see if she could defuse the situation with a bit of polite humor. “Well… I never liked that tie much anyway. It was starting to choke me. Thanks for loosening up my collar and freeing up my neck for me. I feel much more comfortable now. Thank you. Wow… it really looks like you want me take this job and start right away. Look… if you want to talk now… I’m more than willing to hang around and listen to your deal.” Seeing that she got no response and afraid that the blade might make another slash, Nadia shouted, “You got me. I give up. I-I s-surrender. Just take it easy with that blade.”

“Are you armed?” the client said on a speaker.

“Ummm… no,” Nadia lied.

“Sensors indicate presence of weapon right here…” Without warning, Nadia felt her suit jacket being ripped in half and torn away from her body where the fabric fell to the floor as well. Her weapon was now in plain view. Since the blade was still securely pointed at her throat, she would be long dead if she went for it now.

“Hey, you ruined my coat,” Nadia protested. “I paid a lot of money for it. You didn’t have to do that. I would have taken it off if you told me to. You didn’t have to tear off my body like that.”

“You shouldn’t have lied to me then,” said the client as she felt two metal hands grab hold of each side of her shoulder holster as if to study her firearm. “Well, well, well… little Miss Fibber… what have we here? Standard police issue… with some personal modifications. The pearl handles are a nice touch and so was the shoulder holster. Very clever of you.”

“Ummm… thanks,” was all Nadia could think of to reply.

“It looks like you were expecting some trouble,” the hands studied her armament a little more “You don’t kid around. My… my… we do like to play rough… don’t we? Well… as much as I admire a woman that means business and doesn’t mess around, I’m still going to have to confiscate your sidearm.” Then the blade steadied itself on Nadia’s throat again. “Surrender your weapon immediately… or do you feel lucky?”

Feeling the sharp tip of the blade against her throat, Nadia knew that it was not an idle threat. She had no choice but to comply. “No. I don’t feel lucky. Please… take it easy. Take my gun. I don’t want it anymore… really! Take it! You can have it. You can have anything you want… just please put me down and don’t hurt me. Please… take the gun! Take anything you want. It’s yours.”

“And take it, I shall. Disarm her! Rip that holster off… slow and hard. Maybe a little pain will teach her to be more truthful.”

“No… wait… please…. Arrgh! Uhhhhhhhh!”

Nadia grimaced in pain and tried to contain her screams as the mechanical hands grabbed both straps of her shoulder holster and slowly pulled. She felt the strain of her body as she slowly felt the stitches of the leather gradually give away. She couldn’t wait for it to give away totally so that her pain would cease.

When she could take no more, she pleaded, “Please! You’re hurting me. Please, stop! I’ll cooperate from now on. I promise.”

“Spoke like a true lady. I think you learned your lesson.”

When the blade made slices near both the straps, the shoulder holster finally gave away with a loud sinister tear, much to Nadia’s relief.

RRRRRRRIIIIIIIIPPPPPPP!!!!

She was so glad that the pain was over, that she was no longer concerned that she was now rendered completely weaponless.

“Thank you,” Nadia’s temporarily spent body went limp and she tried to catch her breathe. She could only helpless watch as the hand effortless crushed her expensive firearm. This time, she knew better not to make a verbal complaint.

“Prisoner disarmed. Sensors no longer indicate presence of weapons.”

“Good. Now bind her helpless and bring her to me.”

Two arms quickly grabbed Nadia’s wrists and forced her arms behind her back… applying pressure.

“Uggghhhh!!” Nadia yelled. “Take it easy! Take it easy. Please!”

“Then I suggest you don’t fight. Relax your arms. Don’t resist. You won’t be harmed if you comply.”

“O-okay. I won’t resist. I’ll do anything you want.”

The client granted her request and the pressure eased off her arms when it appeared that she was allowing her captor to restrain her. With seconds, she felt a series of intricate coils tie and bind her hands securely behind her back.

Seconds later, she felt the same coil wrap around her ankles securely bind her feet together. Nadia struggled in her bounds, but to no avail.

“Please let me go,” Nadia pleaded. “Don’t let my civilian garb fool you. I’m still a detective lieutenant. You can get into serious trouble for kidnapping a police officer. People know that I’m here. Please put me down. You’ll never get away with… mmmmm!”

Nadia was silenced when a piece of cloth was shoved into her mouth. Before she could spit it out, a cloth gag was tied around her head to keep it in place.

“Prisoner disarmed and secured!”

“Excellent! Cut off her belt and let her fall.”

When Police Lieutenant Nadia Hunter heard those words, she knew that her fate was sealed! The madman was actually going to let her fall to her death!

“Mmmmm! Mmmmm!” Nadia pleaded through her gag as the blade slowly and meticulously cut through her thick leather waist belt… the only thing that was suspending her! And keeping her from hitting the hard floor!

“What’s the matter? I’m only complying to your request to be let down. It’s not my fault that you never specified how you wanted to come down. HAHAHAHA!”

Her pleas were ignored as the blade kept slowly cutting away. Eventually, the leather gave away entirely and her belt snapped in half.

“Mmmmmm!” she screamed through her gag as she fell into the darkness hoping to brace herself when she hit the hard floor.

“Ommmppph!” she said as she hit… but hit something soft… she landed on a mattress… on a bed!

“So nice of you to drop in, Lt. Hunter, my dear. Make yourself comfortable. You’re going to be here for quite some time.”

“Oh, Lord… why me?” Nadia thought to herself as she tried to clear her head. “How did I get myself into this? Why didn’t I just stay in bed? I was set up the whole time and I walked right into his trap. This guy is out of his friggin’ mind! Why me? Why… oh shit!”

When she got her bearings, her eyes widened in terror as she saw the client sitting on the bed next to her holding a knife-like scalpel.

“Mmmmm! Mmmmm!”

“Don’t worry, my dear,” mocked the client. “I’m not going to kill you. Haven’t you realized that you’re much more valuable to me alive? You forced me to put you in boundage when you when you refused to start right away… and I cannot allow you to leave. You could have avoided this if you accepted my offer initially. As you now see, I don’t take ‘no’ for an answer and I always get whatever I want… and right now… I want you!” The client waved his blade and gave Nadia a wicked smile. “Now then… I think it’s time to get to know one another… more intimately. After all… we are going to work very closely together. And I can’t think of a better start to get to know you more intimately then by taking a closer look at that awesome body of yours.”

One by one, the client flicked his wrist against Nadia’s blouse as he slowly cut her buttons off, one by one, and made them pop up into the air. He then turned his blade to the bottom of her nylon skirt and slowly and effortless cut it off. When he was finished, he masterfully cut the reminder of her blouse from her body as well.

“I just adore black underwear,” he mocked again. “So kind of you to wear it for me. But since we’ve gone this far, we might as well take it all the way and finish the job. Good God, your body is more luscious than I ever imagined! I must see more. I must see it all… have it all!”

Being bound, Nadia could do nothing as the first strap of her bra was cut off… followed by the next. He totally sliced off her bra when the client put the blade between her cleavage and flicked upward. A cut to her left hip followed by a cut to her right had ripped her panties totally off and removed her last line of protection as well as her last vantage of modesty.

She was now totally naked before her captor!

The client took a few steps back to admire his handiwork as well as look over the gorgeous naked body of his bound beauty that was now totally his for the taking. “My God, you are so damn perfect, beautiful, and gorgeous. I just knew that there was a smokin’ hot body that lurked underneath all those loose shirts and baggy pants you wear while on duty! You no have any idea how happy you’ve made me… how long I dreamed and fantasized of this. I’m really going to enjoy the pleasure of your company.”

“Oh, by the way… you’re hired,” the client laughed as she fruitlessly struggled. “I know what you’re thinking… why me? Why did I pick you when there are hundreds of other bimbos on the Gotham Police force who would be more than happy to be my over-paid bodyguard and Barbie doll? Because I want the very best Barbie doll.”

Nadia began to get frustrated as she desperately struggled and gyrated in her bondage. This freak was actually starting to suck her into his twisted world. She could feel her emotional illogical side begin to take over. She was frustrated because she was actually impressed by her captor for trapping her so effortlessly. She was frustrated because she admired the fact that in mere minutes, he was able to reduce her from armed and dangerous to bound and bare. She was frustrated because she liked his sexual remarks and he found her attractive. She was frustrated because she was flattered that the client went through so such trouble to bag her and tie her up in a neat little inescapable package. She was frustrated because she was getting turned on and aroused by the fact that she was totally stripped down bare and completely vulnerable to the whims of her captor. She was frustrated because she no longer felt inhibited… as if she no longer had to hold back her most secret darkest desires. She finding the whole experience liberating and she was finding it all so exhilarating.

Nadia wanted to give in her ordeal but her side of logic and reason dictated otherwise.

“Mmmmmm!” she screamed in her frustration as it was her last token gesture of defiance. Although she knew that it was pointless, she continued to struggle in her bonds until she grew tired and she finally collapsed from exhaustion.

“It’s no use. You’ll never get free. You’re totally mine now. I thought you would be a challenge… but this was so easy. I heard that no one ever got the drop on you… but I sure as hell nailed you good. Here she is… the great Detective Lieutenant Nadia Hunter… decorated hero… role model… always gets her man… but now the man has got her instead… Here she now lies… bound, gagged, totally naked, totally helpless… totally defeated… and totally at my mercy. Oh, Lordy… life can’t get any better than his… HAHAHAHA!

PART 1 (Present Day)


Batgirl’s motorcycle finally made it the roof top area of the very tall and private parking garage. After she braked her bike to a screeching halt, she quickly cut off the engine and waited for her “appointment” to show up.

She didn’t have to wait long.

Minutes later, Wonder Woman arrived and walked to Batgirl who was still sitting on her cycle. The caped crusaderess was momentarily startled as she did not even hear the raven-haired Amazon’s approach. It was a good thing that Wonder Woman was friend. If she were a foe, she could have easily gotten the drop on Batgirl and subdued her... even without having to use her extraordinary strength.


This wasn’t like Batgirl. She never spooked so easily before nor did she allow herself to get distracted. Earlier in her career, it was a difficult thing to sneak up on Batgirl and blindside her. It seemed that her timing and reactions were a bit off as of late… and slowly getting worse. Batgirl knew that she was losing some of her edge and sharpness. This wouldn’t be a big deal for an ordinary person, but for someone in the crime-fighting business, a split second of reacting sooner than your opponent could mean the difference between life and death.

Batgirl found that she was getting fatigued sooner. She didn’t hit as hard as she used to. It was as if her strength, stamina, constitution, dexterity, and alertness were slowly wearing away.


She began to wonder if she was starting to feel the effects of older age and the wear and tear of crime-fighting on her body. She was far from an old lady, but she wasn’t the spring chicken of her initial crime fighting days when she was fresh out of college.

Batgirl had been fighting crime for many years… so many years, in fact, that she wondered why she never graduated to naming herself Batwoman. Perhaps, her body was trying to tell her to slow down and retire from her side-career. How did Batman do it? He’s been bashing loons like the Joker and the Penguin years before Batgirl ever made her debut. He didn’t seem any older or slower. If anything, Batman seemed to be getting sharper with age. Was it because Batman’s body was in better condition because he was a man and she was a woman?

All these years, heroines like her had to constantly prove to their male peers and the general public, that they were just as good and effective as they were. Only Wonder Woman and Supergirl always seemed steady and were never shown any disrespect by the likes of power-hitters like Batman, Superman, and Green Lantern.

This was something that she had to contemplate at a more convenient time. She had business to attend to with Wonder Woman… whatever it was… and her star-spangled friend always deserved her full, undivided attention.


“Thanks for coming on such short notice,” said Wonder Woman as she knew that she woke Batgirl out of her distracted gaze.


She, too, had noticed that her friend was not up to her usual par of peak performance. For now, Wonder Woman decided to pretend that she didn’t notice that she startled Batgirl as she didn’t want to embarrass or make her loyal friend lose face. If Batgirl was having some sort of problem, she would talk about it in due time. Batgirl was Wonder Woman’s most loyal, trusted and valuable friend, and vice-versa. They always talked openly about things and never kept secrets from each other… except if they were sworn by a greater force… such as Diana’s Amazon secrets. Batgirl was a spiritual sister to her in a sense. They were kindred spirits… so much so, that Wonder Woman felt more comfortable and connected in Batgirl’s presence than she did with her own Amazon sisters back on Themyscira (aka Paradise Island).

Wonder Woman decided to put that on the side and stick to the business at hand. She knew that Batgirl’s slow decline in physical fitness would soon be rectified.


“I got here as soon as I got your message, Diana,” Batgirl smiled to her friend.

“I’m really sorry to bother you on a Friday afternoon, Barb, and put a damper on your weekend.”

“That’s okay.” She noticed that Wonder Woman had a disheveled look on her face as if she wanted to ask something but couldn’t.

“I need you to do me a favor,” Wonder Woman bit her lip as it appeared that it was a favor that she wasn’t thrilled to ask a friend to do for her and would rather do it herself than to dump it on someone else.

“Sure, what are friend’s for?” She noticed her comrade’s awkwardness. “What’s the trouble, Diana? Is there a problem? You look as though this favor you’re about to ask could lead me right into the lion’s den. Is that why you’re reluctant to ask? Because there’s danger involved that you would prefer to face on your own… but can’t?”

“Well, Barbara.... you see… it’s like this… ummmm….”

“Don’t be afraid for me, Diana,” Batgirl said. “Danger is part of the crime-fighting business. I may not be anywhere as strong as Superman or be able to fly or deflect bullets from my bracelets, if I had any, but I can still hold my own. You know that as well as I do.”

“Of course, you can,” Wonder Woman made an attempt to smile but it looked contrived. “It’s nothing dangerous at all. That I promise. You can trust me on that. It’s a mundane favor at best… actually more like a pain in the ass and a waste of your time, but I assure you, that it needs to be done. A lot of small children are depending on me. I loath to ask you do this, but I have more important tasks and matters to attend to that only my lone attention can resolve.”

“What do you need me to do?” Batgirl remained patient and knew that Wonder Woman would eventually get to the point.

Wonder Woman, however, still needed to justify her request. “This favor has a deadline. I have to get back to my mother, Queen Hippolyta on Themyscira as soon as possible. I won’t have time to do both tasks. I can’t be at two places at the same time… you see….” Wonder Woman still found herself torn and stalled some more. “I’d do this myself and I would never ask you to do this for me if the circumstances didn’t warrant it.”

“Please ask, Diana. I’d do anything for you and you’d do anything for me.”

Wonder Woman knew that Batgirl meant that with all sincerity. Now, it was all the more difficult to ask. She paused for a few more seconds trying to get the words out.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Batgirl spoke before Wonder Woman could open her mouth. “You obviously have family trouble and family is always important… much more important than this favor you want me to do for you. I hope everything is okay. Is there trouble back at home? Do you need me to help you with that?”

“I need to take care of my home-trouble alone.” Wonder Woman answered sternly and without emotion before realizing that she was being too aloof and cold to Batgirl. “But thanks for asking… and for your concern. As for trouble, there won’t be any of that… provide I get home soon.”

“That’s good to hear, Diana. I’m sure everything will be fine. You always manage to work things out in the end. Remember that time you lost the title of Wonder Woman to someone else… and here you are back in uniform and better than ever.”

Batgirl realized that the more she talked to Wonder Woman, the more she made her friend uncomfortable. She decided that enough was enough and she decided to let her friend off the hook. “Nevermind… I’m rambling. Now… what can I do for you?”

Wonder Woman took a deep breath. She then handed Batgirl a sealed envelope. She was holding it the whole while, and this was the first time that Batgirl noticed. It wasn’t like her to be so unobservant.

“I need you to deliver this for me.” She handed Batgirl the envelope. “The address is on the envelope. You shouldn’t have any trouble finding the place.”

Batgirl looked the envelope over and found nothing unusual about it. As a matter of fact, it couldn’t be more ordinary. It was merely a simple and plain white envelope… just like the one everybody else uses to mail a letter, except this envelope didn’t have a stamp. Although it had an address written on it in Wonder Woman’s fine penmanship, there was no name on it. The only thing that she could surmise that was inside the envelope, was a piece of paper.

“What’s inside, Diana? Some sort of top secret document or something?”

“Nothing that exciting, nor is it anything illegal, I assure you. It’s just a check. I need you to drop it off for me.”

“Is that all?” Batgirl laughed. “You just want me to run an errand for you? Is that what the big deal is about?”

“Like I said, Barb, a pain-in-the-ass detail. This place is a three hour ride from the city on your batgirl-cycle… and it needs to get there in the next three and a half hours.”

“What’s the matter? You need me to pay your water bill before they shut it off? Look… it’s no big deal…. really. I’m not doing anything all weekend. Even the criminal element around here is on a slow down. Actually, I was getting bored and I could use a good distraction.”

“You’ll find this drive just as boring and the delivery to be.…”

“I know,” Batgirl finished Wonder Woman’s sentence for her. “A pain in the ass.”

“It’s still important that you get there on time,” Wonder Woman continued, “but if you are late, it’s nothing that will threaten the world… but not being late could make it a better place for some children.”

“That’s the second time you brought up kids, Diana. What’s the deal?”

“The check inside the envelope is the money raised from the Justice League’s fund drive for Operation: Goodwill… the organization that supplies food, clothing, medicine, and education to impoverished children throughout the world.”

“I know all about that. I was just as much a part of that drive as you were. Remember? We had a record year… raised more money than all the three previous years combined when the JLA first started the drive. We even made an appearance at that charity dinner together. I thought that it would be boring, but I actually had a good time. Didn’t you?” Batgirl laughed again. “I don’t think that it’s a pain in the ass to go on a mission of mercy. As a matter of fact, I’m flattered that you asked me and trust me enough to do this for you.”

“It’s not that simple as you think,” Wonder Woman did feel better about getting the subject out in the open but still had a bit of unease within herself. “You see, that fund gets matched… penny for penny on whatever we raise.”

“That’s great!” Batgirl still couldn’t understand why Wonder Woman was so reluctant. “That means we make twice as much money. It’s too bad that we couldn’t get these corporations to match on the first three years.”

Now Wonder Woman saw her chance to get her awkward point out, and perhaps, feel better about herself. “It has been matched for three years, Barbara… ever since we first started the drive. It’s not a mass of corporations that match the fund… it’s a single corporation… run by a single individual.”

“Really?” Barbara was totally surprised to hear this. “How come I never heard of this match before?”

“Because the donor likes his privacy. He wants to donate in secret because he loathes public attention and publicity. He’s an eccentric billionaire that prefers to remain obscure. He never leaves his estate. He’s been a recluse for years.”

“Come on, Diana. You’re pulling my leg… aren’t you?”

“I wish I was, Barb. What makes this a difficult favor to ask of you is that the reclusive eccentric billionaire in question is… Hugh Howards IV.”

“Are you kidding me? Are we talking about the former movie producer turned aeronautics innovator genius? I thought he was dead. Didn’t he disappear off the face of the Earth ten years ago? He’s like some urban legend Boogie Man… all these stories about people seeing him just like Bigfoot or the Loch Ness Monster. One time, some truck driver claimed that he picked Howards up while the kook was hitch-hiking. The driver said Howards was dressed like a bum.”

“He’s no legend. He’s not dead. He’s very much alive, although only an elite, select few know about that. He did disappear ten years ago… but of his own choice… so people would leave him alone and he could enjoy his solitude. He no longer wishes to be in the public eye and no longer wants the scrutiny of the media.”

“That’s crazy.”

“I told you that he was eccentric, Barbara. He contacted the JLA three years ago, just after we finished with our charity drive. The communication was secret from most of the members. Only Superman, Aquaman, and Flash, and myself know about the arrangement we made with him… and now you as well.”

“What arrangement?” This was getting stranger and more bizarre to Batgirl with each passing moment, but she felt a strange fascination to wanting to hear more.

“Like I said, he would match our funds to the penny, but there was a catch. He would only do so, if and only if, Wonder Woman were to personally come to his estate alone and hand him our check where I would endorse it, and he would transfer our funds along with his own matching funds via electronic transfer to the charity’s bank account. He’s done that for the past three years, provided I show up with a check on a preordained day of the year and at a preordained time. If I fail to show up on time, the deal is null and void and he will never match our funds again in the future. Normally, the JLA won’t comply with such rigid and stringent stipulations… but the amount of money is so substantial that it could make a big difference for those poor children. That’s the only reason I agreed to his strange request in the first place.”

Wonder Woman let out another sigh of embarrassment. “You see, Barb, he has this thing for Super-heroines… especially his favorite… that would be me. I think he likes me. He has some sort of major crush on me.”

“So does every red-blooded heterosexual male on the planet. Do you know how many times our pictures get downloaded from the internet? There’s no harm in a crush, Diana, so long as it’s only a crush. He’s not a pervert or anything, is he?”

“No, “Wonder Woman said confidently. “He’s been nothing but a gentleman. He’s never tried to touch me inappropriately or made a crude comment towards me. It’s just that… well… other than delivering the check, I’m also obligated to spend the afternoon and have lunch with him. Afterwards, we talk for a bit as he shows me around his huge estate… it makes my mother’s palace and Bruce Wayne’s mansion look like a cottages… then he talks of his latest business acquisitions… and then some more small talk. Then, after a few hours, I head home.”

“Is that all? That doesn’t sound so bad.”

“You don’t understand. All the while that I’m there, he dotes and fawns all over me… but in a nice, polite way, of course. He won’t allow me to do a thing. He opens doors for me. Pulls my chair out for me… he pours my tea for me at the table. All he does is wait on me hand and foot. It’s so embarrassing.”

“So he treats you like a queen for a day… poor baby,” Batgirl jokingly mocked. “I wouldn’t mind that kind of attention at all… but I can certainly see it from your point of view. I guess that being an Amazon, you’re not used to being pampered by men on account that men once enslaved your race and when you freed yourselves, you had to learn to be independent.”

“It’s more than that,” Wonder Woman’s voice seemed to get nervous. “He’s constantly telling me how beautiful I am… always complimenting me.”

“I think that’s sweet”

“Then… it’s the way he looks at me,” Wonder Woman continued without acknowledging Batgirl’s last remark. “I know that he’s undressing me with his eyes… picturing me naked… hoping that I’ll ask him to take me into his bed chamber and have his way with me. I’m reluctant to ask you this favor on account that you might be subjected to the same leering.”

“Don’t worry about that, Diana. I get looks like that from men every time I go out in public… especially from the likes of villains such as the Riddler and the Mad Hatter. The leering as you call it, gives me the edge… they’re so busy ogling me, that they get distracted, and I get the drop on them. I even get looks from Catwoman. What’s up with that? She must be playing with my head because I know, for a fact, that she and Batman still get it on.”

Batgirl gave Wonder Woman a look a confidence. “I’ll be fine. I’m sure that I can handle the old coot.”

Wonder Woman gave Batgirl a look of disbelief. “That old coot happens to be very smooth and charming. He’s so kind and descent. He has such charisma. Although he’s never had the nerve to ask, I would go into his bed chamber with him. It takes all my inner fortitude to resist him. If it weren’t for my Amazon discipline, I would have given in to my urges a long time ago.”

Batgirl started to laugh.

“What’s so funny?’

Batgirl finally caught her breath. This had caught her by surprise. She was intrigued as this was the first time, in many years, that Wonder Woman took any interest in a man. “You like him, don’t you? You really, really like the old coot. Could it be that someone other than Steve Trevor is starting to steal your heart?”

“This is serious, Barbara. Sometimes, I just don’t know what to do. It gets worse, too. Every year, he playfully asks me to marry him, and I playfully decline. We both laugh it off as an ongoing private joke between the two of us… but sometimes I wonder if he’s really serious… that he does love me and wants to spend the rest of his life with me.”

“Wow, Diana. That is serious. I’m sorry I made light of the situation.”

“That’s okay, Barbara, but you know as well as I that if I take a husband, I’ll have to give up being Wonder Woman… and I’m not ready to do that, just yet. The worlds still needs me. It’s just that he’s so sweet and nice, that it breaks my heart to push him away. I don’t want to hurt his feelings. I really do my best not to encourage him… but there’s something about him that I find attractive and irresistible. I just don’t trust myself anymore.”

“That is a problem,” Batgirl sympathized.

“Well, it’s a problem that I need to resolve on my own. The real problem is that if I don’t show up at the appointed time, he’ll stop matching JLA funds. That’s where I require your help, Barbara. I need you go to in my place.”

Batgirl gave Wonder Woman a weird stare, “That won’t work, Diana. I won’t pass for you. Even if I managed to find a black wing and a red, white, and blue costume, he’ll still notice that I’m a good six to eight inches shorter. Even if he falls for it, he may ask me to prove that I’m Wonder Woman by asking me to bend a steel bar or something.”

“What are you talking about? I don’t want to trick him. I want you to go as yourself… as Batgirl.”

“Ummm… hello? Aren’t you forgetting something, dear?”

“Forgetting… what?”

“That the agreement calls for Wonder Woman to make the delivery.”

“Oh, that,” Wonder Woman finally lightened up and managed a quick laugh. “How silly of me that I forgot to mention… Hugh… I mean Mr. Howards… he may be an eccentric kook but he does understand the existence of extenuating circumstances. There’s a special provision in the agreement that if Wonder Woman cannot appear, then his second favorite super-heroine can step in for her… that’s Batgirl… which happens to be you. So… Barbara… do you think that you can do this for me… now knowing what you’re getting yourself into? Are you still willing to go even after what I just told you?”

“No problem!” Batgirl couldn’t see why Wonder Woman was making a federal case out of this mission of mercy. “It’s no big deal… really. Stop looking at me like you’re sending me to my doom.”

“Just be careful, hon.” Wonder Woman went back to being dead serious. “He’s a real smooth talker. Keep your guard up at all times.”

“I think I can resist an old man for a few hours.” Then Batgirl had a wicked, but playful thought. “Then again… are you sure that it’s my well-being and virtue that you’re worried about?”

“By Hera, Batgirl! What do you mean?”

Batgirl had to force herself not to laugh. Wonder Woman had fallen for her little verbal trap. “Maybe, it’s jealousy on your part. Maybe you’re worried that he’ll sweep me off my feet and dump you for me.”

“I assure you, Barb. That’s not the case….”

“Don’t worry. Why would he settle for Batgirl when he can have Wonder Woman?”

Diana stood there dumbfounded for a few seconds before Barbara let her off the hook.

“I’m only messing with you, Diana.” Batgirl gave her friend a playful nudge on the shoulder. “What’s with you today? Did you check your sense of humor at the door? Ooops… I forgot… there’s trouble brewing back on Paradise Island… I mean… Themyscira. Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Wonder Woman grabbed Batgirl by her shoulders and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “You have no idea what this favor means to me.”

“Don’t you fret your pretty little Amazon head, girlfriend,” Batgirl took the envelope and put it into a vacant compartment of her utility belt. I won’t be late for the appointment. I’ll take care of business here and you just take care of your business at home. Just do whatcha’ got to do, babe.”

“Thanks, again.” Wonder Woman walked to the edge of the garage. “I’ll debrief you about everything when we both return.”

Before Woman Wonder jumped up to fly away, she turned around one last time to look at Batgirl.


Was Batgirl seeing things? She could have sworn that Diana had turned back and gave her a weird sort of grin… like the cat the swallowed the canary… or was it a grimace… because Wonder Woman felt guilty about dumping some dirty work on her?

As Batgirl watched Wonder Woman fly away, she suddenly remembered back to the first time she met the Champion of the Amazons. It was weird that this thought came into her mind.

It was many years ago… and Wonder Woman couldn’t fly on her own. She needed her invisible plane back then to get around. I bet Wonder Woman was glad to get rid of that albatross.

Where the devil did she park that thing when not in use? If she forgot where she left it, would Wonder Woman be able to find it? How did she keep other planes and birds from flying into it?


It was so long ago. Did time really pass that fast?

Once again Batgirl contemplated if she was getting old. Was she past her prime? Were her best years left behind? Funny… she didn’t feel old. She still had her looks and her shapely muscular body that still makes many a male head turn… even to this very day.


Now that Batgirl thought of it, Wonder Woman’s ability to fly was a bit peculiar. Diana never explained her sudden gift of flight. Batgirl had asked her about it once and Wonder Woman nonchalantly replied, “I’m not at liberty to discuss it at this time… but you may know in due time.”

It wasn’t like Wonder Woman to keep secrets from her, and vice-versa. Batgirl figured that Diana must have been bound by some sort of Amazon secret. Batgirl couldn’t blame her for that. Wonder Woman couldn’t very well divulge secrets to “outsiders.”


Speaking of peculiar… this whole situation seemed strange. Batgirl had a weird feeling about this “mission of mercy.” She had a gut instinct that there was more to this than Wonder Woman was willing to tell.

“What a ridiculous thought,” Batgirl said to herself.

Why would Diana do that? Diana would never lead her astray. She trusted Wonder Woman implicitly. This assignment would be a cake walk. It was Wonder Woman’s Amazon pride and ego that was causing her to make a big deal out of it.


Batgirl started up her motorcycle and drove down the ramp in order to start her long drive.


* * * *

As Wonder Woman flew out of Batgirl’s sight, she contemplated if she made the right decision.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad for Batgirl. This trip could be the very thing she needs. Wonder Woman managed to ease her conscience by convincing herself that this grandmother-of-all-shit-assignments was to Batgirl’s benefit… not her detriment. Batgirls’ sacrifice would be for the good of those poor children, and perhaps do some good for herself.

“It’s for her own good,” Wonder Woman thought to herself. “Yeah, that’s the ticket. She may even thank me for the experience. She’ll be alright. She chose to go. She didn’t have to do it. Just be careful, Barbara, my dear friend. Hugh can be quite a handful.”




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[superpics4les]

Flam, I gotta hand it to ya! Really, really nice job with all 3 stories! =D> =D> =D> It took A LOT of imagination to pen these! I won't mention specifics so as to spoil the read for others, but out of the three, I like the Batgirl one the best! I also like the fact that you mix in some humor to lighten things up a bit, otherwise things could get unnecessarily dark! I look forward to more! 8)

[flamboyfun]

Read ALL three, aye? Aren't you the brave one!

What super-beauty should I pick on next?

[superpics4les]

Let's see...How about Catwoman? She's not necessarily a heroine, (more of an anti-heroine) but I've been waiting for SOMEBODY to put her in her place for sometime now! MWAHAHAHAHAHA! :twisted: :twisted: :twisted:

[flamboyfun]

Is request is my command, O mighty Overlord!

Please see my lastest post!