By Sneakly
Barbara, in her guise as Batgirl, dropped the clutch on her Batgirl-cycle and accelerated towards her fathers office at Police Headquarters. It was very unlike him to not return her calls and she was curious to know why she had not heard from him in more than a day.
Reluctantly, she had called Chief O’Hara. She usually thought of him as her creepy Irish uncle, so avoided too much personal contact as possible. But this was so unlike her father, she decided to take a chance.
O’Hara said that he, the Commissioner and Baman were working on a special high-priority case that he couldn’t share with her.
Barbara, never one to take “no” for an answer had decided they might not share it with the head of Gotham City’s Branch Library, but they would likely share it with Batgirl. If she showed up in her father’s office. Batman and Robin were loath to share information (or the spotlight) with Batgirl, but O’Hara and Gordon were much more inclined to accept her help. They appreciated Batgirl’s help because she attached no conditions to her crime fighting efforts. No helipads or marina space required.
She pulled into the police lot and bound into Head Quarters. Heading to her fathers office, she notice how subdued the building seemed. The usual bustle of major precinct was absent.
‘Could this all be part of the operation her father was planning with Batman?’ she thought.
Barbara bounded into her father’s office, a sense of excitement building. She resented being kept out of the loop, but that was par for the course. Batman and male hierarchy of Gotham resented her presence, regardless of how effective she had been. Chief O’Hara had spent a lot of mental energy trying to figure out how Batman figured into Batgirl’s recent capture of Minerva.
Barabara walked briskly into her father’s office letting her short cape swish with a flourish as closed the door.
Batman, Robin, O’Hara and Commissioner Gordon were standing around her fathers desk looking at what appeared to be a street map.
“Hello Commissioner! I heard you and Batman were working on a special investigation. I thought I would check if there was anything I could do to help…” Barbara marched up to the street map and looked at what seemed like a route planned from the Gotham Central Bank to the Airport.
“Batgirl, how did you find out about this meeting? I specifically asked that you not be involved…” Batman looked annoyed.
“Oh, a little birdy told me…” Barbara gave a demure smile at Batman. Anything to piss him off a little more…. She glanced at where O’Hara had been standing, but he was gone. “What are you planning? Is one of the Arch Criminals planning to rob Gotham Central?”
“Not quite, Batgirl,” Commissioner Gordon smiled enthusiastically. “We are.”
“What do you mean, Commissioner?” Barbara was taken aback by his glib tone.
“We are going to do it for Lorei, the most gorgeous criminal in Gotham” Robin piped in. At that moment Lorelei Circie, the devilish villain Barbara knew as “Siren” spun around to reveal herself seated behind the Commissioner’s desk in her father’s overstuffed leather chair.
“That’s right Batgirl… I expected to have to deal with you eventually, but now is just as good a time as any…” Siren’s black hair was piled high on her head. Her metallic silver micro-mini dress displayed her feminine assets. Barbara knew Siren’s captivating note could hypnotize men when she hit three octaves above high-C, but her long legs, narrow waist and perky tits were more than a match for most men in any regard.
“Chief O’Hara, grab Batgirl.” Siren leaned forward to see what would happen.
O’Hara, who had already moved behind the unsuspecting Batgirl, reached for her arms and grabbed her from behind. Barbara was caught off guard and the Chief, despite his bumbling demeanor, had decades of experience as a beat cop and easily a hundred pound weight advantage quickly seized Barbara before she had a chance to react. He forced her arms behind her back and pinned them there.
Barbara could have crippled O’Hara with a few deft moves, but did not want to put her full force into injuring her father’s best friend and her god father even if he did give off a creepy old man vibe. Within a few seconds he had Batgirl under his control. If she had chosen to cripple him, the moment was past.
“Yes, Batgirl, I had fully intended to take care of you eventually. But, now will have to do,” Siren motioned to Batman. “Batman, kill Batgirl.”
“Certainly.” Batman stepped forward. He stopped momentarily and turned to Siren, “how should you like me to do it?”
Siren looked at Batman, perplexed. “How do you normally kill people?”
“Well, generally I don’t.” Batman looked back at Siren. “Usually, they just kill themselves.”
“What?”
“Well, I chase them and when they get to the edge of the roof, they say something like ’you’ll never take me alive’ and then they either trip and fall or they jump.” Batman had lowered his hands away from Batgirl and turned to Siren, assuming his usual professorial stance.
“Well there was Molly,” Robin chimed in.
“You mean that moll of Riddler’s?” Gordon asked. “The one that disappeared after we caught him?”
“She didn’t disappear after he was caught, Commissioner,” Robin chimed in. “She found her way into the Batcave and we vaporized her in the nuclear pile that fuels the Batmobile and the Batcave.”
“Ahh… that explains a lot.” Gordon said. “I kept getting calls from her mother about what happened to her. I started getting calls after Molly failed to call on her Mother’s Day. She would call my office just about every holiday. I had to tell Bonnie to tell her that she was probably dead somewhere and we had no idea and to stop calling.”
“Robin, I told you, she fell. I chased her onto the catwalk and she fell… I didn’t throw her in.”
“That sounds pretty convenient, Batman.” Robin looked at Gordon. She was pretty much dead by the time I found out. The place stank of rancid meat for close to a month. The radiation did most of the work. We have what’s left in a lead box in the back of the batcave. We figure it will be safe to dispose of it in another forty years or so.”
“So you aren’t just going to strangle her?” Siren was starting to get frustrated. “There’s a window right there, why don’t you use that?”
“I’m sorry Siren, that just sounds beneath you.” Batman rubbed his hands together.
“Yes, about fourteen stories. That’s kind of the point.” Siren wasn’t used to having her slaves making things so complicated. Of course she usually just had them sign over their life savings and jump off a building or drive off a cliff. She desperately hoped he wasn’t going to make robbing a bank more complicated than it needed to be.
“What I mean is, you are an arch villain. In Londinium you can kill however you like but in Gotham, there needs to be some style involved. Just tossing her out a window isn’t really done if at all necessary.”
“Catwoman was going to do that to me.”
“Those were her henchmen and it was during a fight.” Batman motioned at the struggling Batgirl. “This is Batgirl, not a teenage punching bag.”
Siren looked at Batgirl. She was starting to see what Batman meant. Men were always so easy. She could put them under her control in a matter of minutes and have them falling to their deaths with just a few words. Batgirl was looking very delicious in her purple catsuit and cowl. It reminded her of the fetish clubs of Londinium.
And she was struggling mightily. O’Hara had her under control, but she was writhing desperately to escape. She found it particularly exciting. Since discovering the effect of her three octaves above high C, men had lost much of her interest. They just presented no challenge.
Women on the other hand, were immune to her. When she wanted a challenging conquest, she would find her way to the lesbian bars. Even then, sexual conquests were only slightly more difficult. Back in Londinium Lady Prudence had become a frequent guest in her bed and she had enjoyed the story of how Prudence had planned on framing her uncle Lord Phogg for the murder of Batgirl.
Now she had the opportunity to create her own story of killing Batgirl…
“What do you have in mind, Batman?” Siren knew they couldn’t take all day, but killing Batgirl was starting to appeal to her as more than a necessity.
“Well, your power to control men has a certain demi-goddess style, so I would suggest we harken back to the old classics.” Batman obviously was warming to the role of official executioner.
“Hmmm. What do you have in mind?” Siren was liking this direction. She was a goddess to these men and the idea of making Batgirl a sacrifice to her was very appealing.
“Well, Tut was always into the more arcane death traps. The Theibian Pebble Torture, boiling people in oil.” Batman was definitely warming to the subject. “One of my favorites was when he robbed the Gotham City Library. He tied one of the Librarians in a hogtie of the Ancient Thuggee Tradition. She was just minutes from certain strangulation when Robin and I found her.”
“I remember that Batman, I was jerking off in the shower thinking about that for a month.” Robin chimed in.
“That be the truth, I still keep the evidence pictures in my desk for when I’m alone in my office,” O’Hara added.
“Yes, I think we all have a set,” Commissioner Gordon agreed.
“Too bad it wasn't your daughter, Barbara. I think she would have looked hot as fuck like that.” Robin sighed.
“Yes, yes, she certainly would have…” Gordon looked wistfully at the window. “She certainly would.”
Everyone looked at Gordon.
“Okay then,” Siren turned to Batman. “Strangled to death in the Ancient Thuggee Tradition? I like the sound of that.”
"Can we rape her first?" Robin offered.
“No Robin, You made a commitment to Pussycat.” Batman admonished his ward. “You told her you would not sexually assault anyone but her.”
“Gosh Batman, She’s going to be in prison for another four years.”
“I know, Robin. But a man’s word is his bond. You can’t just sexually assault whichever women you want. You made a commitment, I expect you to keep it.”
“But, Pussycat's been having sex”
“Yes Robin, but that’s prison sex. She needs to do that to get things she needs like drugs and protection. If we hadn’t convinced the judge you were under the influence of Catwoman’s Cataphrenic, you would be having prison sex, too.”
“Gee, you’re right Batman, but who would know?” Robin looked at Batgirl. This was the second time he was going to strike out with her…
“I would, Robin” Batman put his hand on the young man’s shoulder. “Life is about living up to your commitments.”
“Holy hand job, you’re right. I guess I’ll just have to jerk off into a sport sock again.”
“That’s the spirit, Old Chum…”
“Gentlemen!” Siren had had enough. She was sorely tempted to have the whole group jump off the roof and take care of Batgirl herself.
“Batman, I like the idea of having Batgirl strangle, but this isn’t the only thing I want to get done today.” Batman immediately hung his head. He hadn’t meant to offend his Mistress.
“Yes, Mistress. O’Hara, bring Batgirl over here. Robin, give me your batarang and Batrope.”
First Batman wrapped a length of batrope around Barbara’s wrists and then between them, tying them off and then doing several coils above her elbows and drawing them in tightly until they touched. He tied them off and he smiled as he felt the thin, super strong climbing line cinching down on her batsuit. A single strand would have quickly sawed through her uniform and skin. But that was not his intention. He took a long length and wrapped it around her delicate neck several times. Her costume collar kept the rope from cutting into her neck.
With the help of Chief O’Hara, Batman crossed Barbara’s ankles and immediately tied the together. Barbara could see that both men were sporting huge erections from under their uniforms.
When Batman was done tying Batgirl’s ankles, he pulled her to a kneeling position and slipped the rope from her neck through a loop in her ankles and back to wrists. As he tied it off, Barbara had to lean forward to keep her balance, if she tried to lean back the complex of ropes would
tighten on her throat. Babara was forced to balance awkwardly on her knees. Every movement to maintain her precarious balance drew the rope around her neck slightly tighter…
“Ooh, Batman, I do love the way you think…. This is absolutely gorgeous. I think I am going to give you a hand job while we watch…” Siren leaned over Batman and grabbed the bulge in his uniform.
“Yes, that would be most pleasant, Mistress.” Batman looked at the office clock. “She will be dead within the next two to two and a half hours.”
“Batman, Commissioner Gordon,Chief O’Hara, You can’t do this to me. Siren mesmerized you all.” Barbara was desperate. She was regretting not knocking O’Hara’s nuts into next week.
“Two and a half hours?” Siren was now visibly flustered. “We can’t wait around that long… No matter how enjoyable it would be.”
“We can leave her here in my office to strangle while we rob the bank,” Commissioner Gordon was looking at his watch. We might even be able to be back in time to watch her expire.”
“Yes, an excellent idea, commissioner, but I’m concerned that someone, like your secretary Bonnie, might find her and jeopardize our entire operation.” Batman was shifting into planning mode.
“Gosh Batman, why don’t we gag her and lock her in a closet?” Robin pulled out a purple ball gag from the back of his utility belt.
“An excellent suggestion, Robin, but where did you get this gag?” It was an identical shade of Purple as Batgirl’s uniform, it even had the same glitter.
“It was O’Hara’s suggestion.”
“Begoroha,” O’Hara spouted, flummoxed by the suggestion. “I told ya’ to do what?”
“You said we should start keeping a rape kit in the Batmobile” Robin held up a roll of matching duct tape, batcuffs and a string of condom packs.
“Mother of Christ, Boy, I meant for collecting evidence, not committing them…” Clancy O’Hara planted his hand over his face.
“I’m sorry, Chief O’hara. Robin is not completely over the effect of Catwoman’s Cataphrenic.” Batman planted his hand on Robin’s shoulder. “I know you are doing your best with the moral ambiguity created by Catwoman’s chemical concoction.
“But I am concerned that Batgirl, as resourceful as she is, might be able to call for rescue if we leave her in a part of the building where women or men that have not been subjected to the Siren’s melodious ministrations might happen by.” Batman turned to the Commissioner.
“Commissioner Gordon, is the Police Training Gymnasium closed?”
“Why yes Batman, we couldn’t fund it once we started paying for the helipad for the Batcopter. We still maintain it for the once a week training, but it is otherwise locked.”
Excellent, that will serve our purposes nicely. Chief O’Hara, I want you to go into the evidence locker and find this exact piece. I believe it is still there from when we apprehended Zelda the Great.” Batman scribbled some notes on a slip of paper and handed it to the Chief.
“Robin and I will move Batgirl down to the gym. Transporting her in the confines of the Ancient l Thuggee Tradition is complex and dangerous. I would hate to have one of your fine officers accidentally kill her prematurely in their enthusiasm.
“Of course, Batman.” Gordon grabbed a ring of keys from his desk. “Right this way.”
Batman hefted Batgirl on to his shoulders, grabbed her bound ankles and pulled them tight to her ass to prevent the Ancient Thuggee bondage from quickly strangling her.
Gordon led the way with Baman hefting the helpless Batgirl following. Siren came behind, admiring the tight athletic butt of the soon to be dead crime fightress. Robin, dejected at another lost opportunity to stick his dick in an unwilling Batgirl, followed behind.
HOLY BAT-TRAPS! IS BATMAN GOING TO KILL BATGIRL?
WILL HE MAKE THE SIREN WAIL WHILE SHE WAITS?
WHAT TRICK IS UP HIS SLEEVE IN ZELDA’S CRIMINAL PROP CLOSET?
IS ROBIN DOOMED TO BLUE BALLS WHILE PUSSYCAT IS PUSSY LICKING?
TUNE IN NEXT WEEK, SAME BAT-TIME, SAME BAT-CHANNEL.
Batgirl Makes the Siren Wail...
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I have been kicking around ideas for a new writing project. Penelope Pitstop? Batgirl? An OC? Usually I start out with a villain or an situation that I want to see more of. Minerva, for example, was a great underused character. Zsa Zsa was a flamboyant Hungarian actress that had been married a whopping nine times. How could I resist not doing something with her? And she had a good if poorly executed death trap for Batgirl (who wants to see YC struggling snug against a 70 year old man?).
Nora Clavicle was fun because she did seriously menace Batgirl with razor sharp knitting needles, had two sexy hench babes and I loved playing with the angry lesbian trope. That her Bat-trap was lame gave me a lot of room to work with. Lady Prudence was a great villain, captured Batgirl in the most awesome of fashions and then got gypped out finishing the job by the Foggs. Both gave me plenty to work with.
So, I have been giving a lot of thought to Joan Collins’ Siren. She was probably one of the down right sexiest of all Bat-villains. A classic English beauty in the tiniest of silver minidresses. She actually has one of the best signature villain abilities of the series, the ability to hypnotize men men with her voice (although, I found the sound supremely annoying). Best of all, Batgirl was immune to it. What ever Siren does to her, it will have to be old-school.
This is a fantastic set up for a story. Siren appeared in two episodes of the third season. One, alongside the Riddler, she was little more than arm candy. She was delicious looking, but just arm candy. Riddler did have what should have been one of my favorite battraps of all time. Batgirl slow cooking in a steam room. But the entire peril was done off camera and Batgirl was never tied up, never had the gloating Riddler over her with the type of vocal erection he reserved for Robin. Worse yet, she climbed out a window in ten seconds (who puts windows in a steam room?). A complete waste of two good villains and a good concept. I did at least make better use of the idea in Minerva, Millionaires and Murder.
The Achilles’ heel of the the third season was the unwillingness to spend money on sets and traps. Catwoman’s buzzsaw was painted car jack with an electric motor. Siamese Human knot? Killer bees? The Alvino Raygun? The cat’s whiskers? The caviar dunk tank was probably the most expensive trap they did all season. I’m not saying you can’t come up with classics on a budget, the pattern cutter and Cat’s whiskers were both classics, but too often the traps just fell short.
Both of the Siren episodes showed how lazy the production had become. An off screen steam room and hypnotizing men into self-destructive behavior. I think Joan Collins could have gotten Bruce Wayne to sign over his millions simply by jacking him off during a performance of “Wicked.” No hypnosis required.
It would have been much more interesting to see what Siren would do to a heroine who was beyond her sonic control. I imagine that being able to subjugate men with single note would get rather dull after a while. Errol Flynn famously became a predator of men after a point, because bedding the most beautiful women lacked any challenge. I think Siren would find a female heroine a similar challenge….
A villainess that idolized the great female villains of history like Lucrezia Borgia and Mata Hari, would certainly find something suitable for meddling Batigrl…. She could even have her captured by Commissioner Gordon and Bruce Wayne or instruct Batman and Robin construct an inescapable death trap for her.
Trying to come up with a good story for Siren, the problem is the Show really didn’t give me much to work with. Really hot villain, but the plot line is really dishwater. And Joan Collins’ acting was pretty lame. She was not really chewing the sets like Nora Clavicle or Lotus (who was absolutely enthusiastic about killing Batgirl).
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Nora Clavicle was fun because she did seriously menace Batgirl with razor sharp knitting needles, had two sexy hench babes and I loved playing with the angry lesbian trope. That her Bat-trap was lame gave me a lot of room to work with. Lady Prudence was a great villain, captured Batgirl in the most awesome of fashions and then got gypped out finishing the job by the Foggs. Both gave me plenty to work with.
So, I have been giving a lot of thought to Joan Collins’ Siren. She was probably one of the down right sexiest of all Bat-villains. A classic English beauty in the tiniest of silver minidresses. She actually has one of the best signature villain abilities of the series, the ability to hypnotize men men with her voice (although, I found the sound supremely annoying). Best of all, Batgirl was immune to it. What ever Siren does to her, it will have to be old-school.
This is a fantastic set up for a story. Siren appeared in two episodes of the third season. One, alongside the Riddler, she was little more than arm candy. She was delicious looking, but just arm candy. Riddler did have what should have been one of my favorite battraps of all time. Batgirl slow cooking in a steam room. But the entire peril was done off camera and Batgirl was never tied up, never had the gloating Riddler over her with the type of vocal erection he reserved for Robin. Worse yet, she climbed out a window in ten seconds (who puts windows in a steam room?). A complete waste of two good villains and a good concept. I did at least make better use of the idea in Minerva, Millionaires and Murder.
The Achilles’ heel of the the third season was the unwillingness to spend money on sets and traps. Catwoman’s buzzsaw was painted car jack with an electric motor. Siamese Human knot? Killer bees? The Alvino Raygun? The cat’s whiskers? The caviar dunk tank was probably the most expensive trap they did all season. I’m not saying you can’t come up with classics on a budget, the pattern cutter and Cat’s whiskers were both classics, but too often the traps just fell short.
Both of the Siren episodes showed how lazy the production had become. An off screen steam room and hypnotizing men into self-destructive behavior. I think Joan Collins could have gotten Bruce Wayne to sign over his millions simply by jacking him off during a performance of “Wicked.” No hypnosis required.
It would have been much more interesting to see what Siren would do to a heroine who was beyond her sonic control. I imagine that being able to subjugate men with single note would get rather dull after a while. Errol Flynn famously became a predator of men after a point, because bedding the most beautiful women lacked any challenge. I think Siren would find a female heroine a similar challenge….
A villainess that idolized the great female villains of history like Lucrezia Borgia and Mata Hari, would certainly find something suitable for meddling Batigrl…. She could even have her captured by Commissioner Gordon and Bruce Wayne or instruct Batman and Robin construct an inescapable death trap for her.
Trying to come up with a good story for Siren, the problem is the Show really didn’t give me much to work with. Really hot villain, but the plot line is really dishwater. And Joan Collins’ acting was pretty lame. She was not really chewing the sets like Nora Clavicle or Lotus (who was absolutely enthusiastic about killing Batgirl).
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Great story.
The third season with mostly one part stories and lower budget that removed so many action and peril scenes to be never shown or only a few line description.
One that I wanted, but was PG rated, would be Robin trying to escape from Lady Prudence and the four other schoolgirls. I find it hard to believe with his inability to fight women that he got away from their grasping hands to reach the balcony window. Fro what was shown he could't move a few inches before they grabbed him.
Another was the final fight in the Dr. Cassandra episode with all the villains invisible. To save money you have stuff being thrown from off screen and then the lights went out. Some them were quite capable of defeating Robin and Batgirl normally. With the element of an invisible attack those two should have gone down leaving Batman flailing around him.
The third season with mostly one part stories and lower budget that removed so many action and peril scenes to be never shown or only a few line description.
One that I wanted, but was PG rated, would be Robin trying to escape from Lady Prudence and the four other schoolgirls. I find it hard to believe with his inability to fight women that he got away from their grasping hands to reach the balcony window. Fro what was shown he could't move a few inches before they grabbed him.
Another was the final fight in the Dr. Cassandra episode with all the villains invisible. To save money you have stuff being thrown from off screen and then the lights went out. Some them were quite capable of defeating Robin and Batgirl normally. With the element of an invisible attack those two should have gone down leaving Batman flailing around him.
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The Cassandra episode was, to me, the single worst episode. Two aged hippies (new agers?), no sexy molls and one of the absolute worst death traps. I struggle to remember anything about the episode. I think dressing up a bunch of extras as classic villains and turning them invisible was horrid. The only purpose of that episode was so Lupino and Duff, who were married, could unsuccessfully revive there respective careers. Both were in their early to mid fifties and probably had no grasp of the material and no comedic chops. My guess is they friends of someone and cheap enough for season three.
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Good work again. FWIW, I kind of liked the Siamese Human Knot. I put it third after the pattern cutter and cat’s whiskers or maybe fourth after the saber dance and caviar dunk (or would that be fifth?)
I would have liked to see King Tut do something with Batgirl after his moll kayoed her. Also, the Penguin do something with her after gassing her instead of just leaving her on the street.
Can’t wait to see where this goes. I also hope you can bring back Amanda/Robin.
I would have liked to see King Tut do something with Batgirl after his moll kayoed her. Also, the Penguin do something with her after gassing her instead of just leaving her on the street.
Can’t wait to see where this goes. I also hope you can bring back Amanda/Robin.
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There were missed opportunities aplenty in season three. YC was so damn cute ant that costume so iconic, you can forgive a lot of it. If you think about all the traps. B&R faced and the production values (I.e. amount of rope involved) Batgirl hardly came into the same orbit.IMSancho wrote: ↑1 year agoGood work again. FWIW, I kind of liked the Siamese Human Knot. I put it third after the pattern cutter and cat’s whiskers or maybe fourth after the saber dance and caviar dunk (or would that be fifth?)
I would have liked to see King Tut do something with Batgirl after his moll kayoed her. Also, the Penguin do something with her after gassing her instead of just leaving her on the street.
Can’t wait to see where this goes. I also hope you can bring back Amanda/Robin.
The Joker’s giant mobile with the razor sharp palette knives has nothing even close in season three. Same with Bookworm and the giant bell clapper. Barbara would have looked delicious dangling upside down. The Penguin’s shooting gallery is another. That was not super expensive, but by season three, they were super lazy. Batgirl got conked on the head or gassed a couple of times (tut, Penguin, Louie the Lilac) and they left her there. The vaserating vat didn’t just had her standing there.
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Some of us were just a little too young to catch the Batman show. We could use a little visual help.
Holy Shit is she hot! For anyone else looking for the source material it's Season 03 Episode 03.
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When I was getting warmed up to write this story, I listened to a podcast of the episode’s audio. No matter how gorgeous she looked, she was kind of phoning the performance in. If you compare her with Frank Gorshin in the other episode, she did really nothing, even the regular moll had more life in her than Collins. I liked the concept of her character and she looked great, but her acting was not up to what other villains showed you could do. Victor Buono showed how to play a Batman Villain, Joker, Riddler, Catwoman , Olga and Egghead were all solid characters despite the lackluster scripts in Season Three.
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Batman lugged Barbara through the halls of Gotham’s Central Precinct. She realized that Siren had likely used her mesmerizing note to enthrall the entire male population of the building.
As patrolmen and office staff alike passed them in the hall and elevator to the basement workout facilities. They did not react to either her or Batman, but gave fauning looks of adoration to Siren as she passed by.
Batman kept Batgirl over his shoulders as he went. He held her ankles and pushed them back on her thighs to prevent her rapid strangulation from the bondage of the Ancient Thuggee Tradition. Even so, Barbara was fraught with pain as the strict deathtrap was not designed for transportation, but a slow, linger death from the slightest of movements.
Finally reaching the basement. Gordon fumbled with the keys and opened the door to concrete floored gymnasium. The room opened out into a spartan area of bare concrete walls lined with well worn free weights and dumbbells. There were aged rubber matts and some antiquated exercise machines that had seen better times.
On the far wall was a window, opening out onto the a relatively small lap pool. At the deep end was a collection of basic scuba equipment, GCPD stenciled on the sides of the banged up steel cylinders.
Batman set Barbara down on the tile floor next to the pool. She could hear the sound of Chief O’Hara arriving with what sounded like a large and clunky item. O’Hara kept admonishing one of the rank and file officers to be careful.
Siren kneeled down next to Batgirl, who was once again in the upright hogtie of the Ancient Thuggee Tradition.
“I had rather hoped to have you raid my lair in the Groto Arms Hotel after the completion of our heist.” Lorelei stroked Barbara’s cheek. Barbara tried to spit an invective back at the villainess, but the large purple ballgag allowed for nothing more than a garbled ‘umphing’ sound. “That would have given me ample time to experiment with your delightful form.”
Siren looked up at the circle of fawning men that had accompanied her and Batgirl. “Men have become so deathly dull. I am sure you’ve noticed the same…. Simpering fools that can be so easily seduced, even without a sonic high note.”
“The lovely part of this plan is that, after I have completed my clearing out of the Gotham Central Bank, these dullards will wake up with absolutely no memory of what they have done. The only record of their crimes will be the security footage of the bank and the many eyewitnesses that will happily testify to their crimes.”
“I will finish out my last two shows at the Apolonia Theater and join the cargo plane of loot in Londinium.” Siren kissed Barbara’s gagged lips. “I have hoped to while away the hours between shows testing the sexual limits of Gotham’s Best Dressed Crime Fighter.” She kissed Barbara again.
“Sadly, I will have to pass that time with whatever security footage I will get from your final performance.” Siren looked at Batman, “I trust this will be a very visual final act, Batman?”
“Yes, of course, Mistress.” Batman motion to Chief O’Hara. “Zelda the Great would commit one large and almost unsolvable crime every year to finance her death defying escape acts. This trunk was purchased three years ago as part of one of those escapes.”
O’Hara and one of his patrolmen dropped the case on the tiled floor next to Batgirl. It was made from a thick, transparent plexiglass. The edges of the case were tooled from angled stainless steel and riveted together. The lid was triple hinged and was closed by three latches designed to be sealed with three padlocks. Robin came up from behind them with two large flat discs of steel plates from the gym equipment.
“Thinking back to my several encounters with King Tut, I recalled the instance I was lowered by crane into a pool of water while trapped in a stone sarcophagus. To avoid suffocation, I was able to slow my breath to a fraction using the training of a Tibetian Faqir. However, I was unable to escape the trap without help.” Batman puffed out his chest. “I doubt Batgirl will be able to slow her breathing to the extent that I was able to. I spent years perfecting the technique in the privacy of my lodgings in the Bat-cave.”
“Even if Batgirl were to reduce her breathing, I doubt she be able to last long enough for rescue or even the eventual strangulation bondage of the Ancient Thuggee Tradition.” Batman turned to O’Hara. “Chief, when is the next scheduled use of this pool?”
“Begora, Thursday afternoon. I’ll be leading a water-aerobics class for the Gotham Meter-maids.”
“Excellent, that will give three days for us to complete our criminal corruption for the betterment of Siren’s personal finances and she will be out of Gotham long before Batgirl’s body is even found.”
Batman turned his attention to Batgirl. “Sadly for you, batgirl, you will be faced with the only one option for escape… Death” Batman resumed his professorial tone and explained. “The water pressure on the lid, if my calculations are correct, will be 238.4 pounds. Even if you were able to free yourself from this deadly tie of the Ancient Thuggee Tradition, you would be unable to open the trunk against that pressure and would still suffocate. Or if you try to escape while still partially tied and do get the lid open, it would flood the trunk and drown you in seconds.”
Batman motioned to Robin, who put the two steel plates into the bottom of the small trunk. They then lifted Batgirl from her kneeling position and lay her hogtied on her side in the plexiglass box.
To make Barbara fit into the death trap, Batman had to push her head down towards her chest, drawing the bat-rope tighter around her throat. Barbara struggle gamely as the lid of the coffin was closed over her. A tight fit, Barbara was barely able to struggle as Commissioner Gordon took three locks from the nearby lockers and sealed Batgirl’s fate.
“She does look even more delicious than I would have hoped!” Siren was giddy with excitement. “O’Hara, I want a tape of the security feed sent to my hotel room at the Gotham Grotto Hotel after you load the loot onto my private flight to Londinium. Batman, will you do the honors?”
“Why of course, Mistress” Batman motioned to Chief O’Hara and the Patrolman to lift the case and walk it to the edge of the pool. Batman raised his hands in praise towards Lorelei Circe and spoke…
“Friends, Felons, countrymen!
Lend me your ears, I have come to kill Batgirl and not to praise her…
The evil women do lives after them, but in this case, the good of Batgirl
Will be interred with her bones, until at least Thursday…
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
For I plan on jerking off at the thought of this later.
For this is the unkindest cut of all.”
Chief O’Hara and the Patrolman heaved the trunk into the deep end of the pool and the gathered watched as it sank to the bottom Batgirl’s form was clearly visible inside the box struggling against the tightening Batropes.
“Gosh Batman, she sure does look pretty like that…”
“Yes, Robin, she certainly does.”
IS THIS BATGIRL’S SWAN SONG?
HAS BATMAN GONE BAD?
DOES LORELEI HAVE BETA OR VHS?
WHAT DOES SHE HAVE? THE MAGIC FINGERS,
OR DOES SHE RELY ON HITACHI FOR HER VIEWING PLEASURE?
FIND OUT IN THE NEXT NUT BUSTING EPISODE….
As patrolmen and office staff alike passed them in the hall and elevator to the basement workout facilities. They did not react to either her or Batman, but gave fauning looks of adoration to Siren as she passed by.
Batman kept Batgirl over his shoulders as he went. He held her ankles and pushed them back on her thighs to prevent her rapid strangulation from the bondage of the Ancient Thuggee Tradition. Even so, Barbara was fraught with pain as the strict deathtrap was not designed for transportation, but a slow, linger death from the slightest of movements.
Finally reaching the basement. Gordon fumbled with the keys and opened the door to concrete floored gymnasium. The room opened out into a spartan area of bare concrete walls lined with well worn free weights and dumbbells. There were aged rubber matts and some antiquated exercise machines that had seen better times.
On the far wall was a window, opening out onto the a relatively small lap pool. At the deep end was a collection of basic scuba equipment, GCPD stenciled on the sides of the banged up steel cylinders.
Batman set Barbara down on the tile floor next to the pool. She could hear the sound of Chief O’Hara arriving with what sounded like a large and clunky item. O’Hara kept admonishing one of the rank and file officers to be careful.
Siren kneeled down next to Batgirl, who was once again in the upright hogtie of the Ancient Thuggee Tradition.
“I had rather hoped to have you raid my lair in the Groto Arms Hotel after the completion of our heist.” Lorelei stroked Barbara’s cheek. Barbara tried to spit an invective back at the villainess, but the large purple ballgag allowed for nothing more than a garbled ‘umphing’ sound. “That would have given me ample time to experiment with your delightful form.”
Siren looked up at the circle of fawning men that had accompanied her and Batgirl. “Men have become so deathly dull. I am sure you’ve noticed the same…. Simpering fools that can be so easily seduced, even without a sonic high note.”
“The lovely part of this plan is that, after I have completed my clearing out of the Gotham Central Bank, these dullards will wake up with absolutely no memory of what they have done. The only record of their crimes will be the security footage of the bank and the many eyewitnesses that will happily testify to their crimes.”
“I will finish out my last two shows at the Apolonia Theater and join the cargo plane of loot in Londinium.” Siren kissed Barbara’s gagged lips. “I have hoped to while away the hours between shows testing the sexual limits of Gotham’s Best Dressed Crime Fighter.” She kissed Barbara again.
“Sadly, I will have to pass that time with whatever security footage I will get from your final performance.” Siren looked at Batman, “I trust this will be a very visual final act, Batman?”
“Yes, of course, Mistress.” Batman motion to Chief O’Hara. “Zelda the Great would commit one large and almost unsolvable crime every year to finance her death defying escape acts. This trunk was purchased three years ago as part of one of those escapes.”
O’Hara and one of his patrolmen dropped the case on the tiled floor next to Batgirl. It was made from a thick, transparent plexiglass. The edges of the case were tooled from angled stainless steel and riveted together. The lid was triple hinged and was closed by three latches designed to be sealed with three padlocks. Robin came up from behind them with two large flat discs of steel plates from the gym equipment.
“Thinking back to my several encounters with King Tut, I recalled the instance I was lowered by crane into a pool of water while trapped in a stone sarcophagus. To avoid suffocation, I was able to slow my breath to a fraction using the training of a Tibetian Faqir. However, I was unable to escape the trap without help.” Batman puffed out his chest. “I doubt Batgirl will be able to slow her breathing to the extent that I was able to. I spent years perfecting the technique in the privacy of my lodgings in the Bat-cave.”
“Even if Batgirl were to reduce her breathing, I doubt she be able to last long enough for rescue or even the eventual strangulation bondage of the Ancient Thuggee Tradition.” Batman turned to O’Hara. “Chief, when is the next scheduled use of this pool?”
“Begora, Thursday afternoon. I’ll be leading a water-aerobics class for the Gotham Meter-maids.”
“Excellent, that will give three days for us to complete our criminal corruption for the betterment of Siren’s personal finances and she will be out of Gotham long before Batgirl’s body is even found.”
Batman turned his attention to Batgirl. “Sadly for you, batgirl, you will be faced with the only one option for escape… Death” Batman resumed his professorial tone and explained. “The water pressure on the lid, if my calculations are correct, will be 238.4 pounds. Even if you were able to free yourself from this deadly tie of the Ancient Thuggee Tradition, you would be unable to open the trunk against that pressure and would still suffocate. Or if you try to escape while still partially tied and do get the lid open, it would flood the trunk and drown you in seconds.”
Batman motioned to Robin, who put the two steel plates into the bottom of the small trunk. They then lifted Batgirl from her kneeling position and lay her hogtied on her side in the plexiglass box.
To make Barbara fit into the death trap, Batman had to push her head down towards her chest, drawing the bat-rope tighter around her throat. Barbara struggle gamely as the lid of the coffin was closed over her. A tight fit, Barbara was barely able to struggle as Commissioner Gordon took three locks from the nearby lockers and sealed Batgirl’s fate.
“She does look even more delicious than I would have hoped!” Siren was giddy with excitement. “O’Hara, I want a tape of the security feed sent to my hotel room at the Gotham Grotto Hotel after you load the loot onto my private flight to Londinium. Batman, will you do the honors?”
“Why of course, Mistress” Batman motioned to Chief O’Hara and the Patrolman to lift the case and walk it to the edge of the pool. Batman raised his hands in praise towards Lorelei Circe and spoke…
“Friends, Felons, countrymen!
Lend me your ears, I have come to kill Batgirl and not to praise her…
The evil women do lives after them, but in this case, the good of Batgirl
Will be interred with her bones, until at least Thursday…
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
For I plan on jerking off at the thought of this later.
For this is the unkindest cut of all.”
Chief O’Hara and the Patrolman heaved the trunk into the deep end of the pool and the gathered watched as it sank to the bottom Batgirl’s form was clearly visible inside the box struggling against the tightening Batropes.
“Gosh Batman, she sure does look pretty like that…”
“Yes, Robin, she certainly does.”
IS THIS BATGIRL’S SWAN SONG?
HAS BATMAN GONE BAD?
DOES LORELEI HAVE BETA OR VHS?
WHAT DOES SHE HAVE? THE MAGIC FINGERS,
OR DOES SHE RELY ON HITACHI FOR HER VIEWING PLEASURE?
FIND OUT IN THE NEXT NUT BUSTING EPISODE….
Chpt 3/4: Batgirl Makes the Siren Wail...
Barbara screamed into the thick rubber ball gag that filled her mouth as the trunk that held her hit the water and sank straight to the bottom of the pool. Instinctively, she started to struggle against her bonds, and immediately felt the ropes around her neck to tighten.
The clear plexiglass coffin settled on the pool bottom within just a few seconds and Barbara was relieved that the seal around the edges of the box were holding out against the water. She knew enough about Zelda’s act to realize the box wasn’t made to be underwater, much less the bottom of a pool.
Looking out through the side of the box, Barbara could see the tiled lanes of the pool and the number twelve spelled out on the bottom. The Basement was lit only by the light coming in through the blue painted glass windows that lined the top of the wall.
Barbara was terrified. Her own father had seen her being put into this virtually inescapable death trap. She wasn’t surprised at Batman and Robin, but her Daddy and Clancy were family.
The box was tight, and it’s walls were rigid, her only prior experience with escaping luggage was when Pinky Pinkston smuggled her into the Filton Hotel in a suitcase. The paparazzi had been tailing Pinky relentlessly because of the rumors she was having a torrid secret affair (she was, with the much younger Barbara).
At the time it was all fun and games with the heiress to the Genital Electric fortune. But Pinky didn’t want the publicity of having a relationship with a younger, non-celebrity woman. Barbara thought it was a hilarious lark. The suitcase went from the limo to the hotel suite and the ropes and gag were just for entertainment. The suitcase was bigger than this one and soft sided. The bondage was meant to make her cum, not to slowly strangle her to death.
Barbara moved her arms around behind her back. She could feel her hands wedged together. Batman may have been a lot of things, but sloppy with knots was not one of them.
Just flexing her wrists was quickly drawing the thin bat-rope tight across her throat. If she started to cramp or struggled too hard, she would cut her own throat.
Feeling around on the palm of her bat-gloves, Barbara worked hard not to hasten her own demise. It was a long shot but she needed to escape the Thuggee bondage quickly if she was going to have any hope of surviving the death trap.
Using her fingers to scrape away at the palm of her glove, Barbara looked for the edge of the tape. She had picked up this idea from her friend Amanda Kingston, who had used this ridiculously simple trick to cut herself free from a similar death-trap below the Penguins hide-out. A thin blade taped to the palm of her glove was all that Amanda needed to cut herself and Barbara free from the Pirate Princess’s live-stream execution.
Barbara felt for the piece of purple tape that hid the razor sharp craft blade in place. Fitted in a way that it wouldn’t interfere with her hands or damage the glove’s utility, Barabara was finding that releasing the blade harder than she would have liked.
It had been taped in place for almost six months and the tape adhesive had fused with the glove, making it even harder for her nearly numb fingers to pick away at the tape. The more she fumbled with the tape the tighter the cords on her neck were becoming.
Barbara’s vision was narrowing, her periphery was disappearing, puffing around the edges of the gag was harder and less productive and her fingers numbed more with each passing second.
If she didn’t control her breathing, suffocation would quickly follow. But her end would would certainly come soon if she didn’t escape the confines of the tiny plexiglass coffin.
Barbara could feel the edge of the tape slowly yield to her finger tips. The blade was stuck to the tape and the tape to her finger. If she lost the tape all would be lost, death at the hands of Batman would be certain.
Fumbling with the tape, Barbara folded it over at an angle, making an ersatz handle. The tape was still stuck to the blade on one side, but she had a firm grip.
Barbara swung her wrist around blindly. Each rotation tightened the stranglehold on her throat as the ties in the Ancient Thuggee Tradition drew tighter around her neck and pulled her legs back tighter and her elbows, which were already touching even closer.
After several rotations Barbara was certain she would die like that, strangled at the bottom of a pool in the basement of the GCPD Headquarters at the hands of her own father and Batman. All of them sporting massive hard-ons while it occurred.
Barbara felt the blade in her fingers strike against something. She motioned her fingers back onto the same space and felt the resistance of something. She held the blade there and shifted her weight. There was little room for movement in the tiny confines of the box, but she didn’t need much. She wondered if the thick glue on tape would prevent the blade from doing its job.
Each stroke of the blade tightened the knots around her neck. She was on the verge of blacking out, she knew it was from strangulation, definitely not the dwindling supply of oxygen or the slow and inevitable build up of carbon dioxide in her blood. She would be strangled in the Ancient Thuggee Tradition.
Barbara could feel the batrope tighten, but she also could feel a change in it. The batrope was made from a pre-stretched blend of spectra fibers, incredibly strong when holding weight, but not immune from cutting. She could feel the edge of the blade starting to get some purchase on the line and after several more strokes she felt it snap.
The key line that went from her ankles to her throat had cut clean through and the ropes coiled around her neck suddenly lost tension. She was gasping at the stale air as blood flowed back into her brain.
Her arms were still pinned fast behind her and aside from a respite of stale air she gained no relief from the death trap. She was too tightly enclosed in the coffin to make much difference.
With her temporary reprieve, Barbara could tell she was far from free. With her wits somewhat retrieved, she realized how leaky the trunk was. With her head turned sideways, she could feel the rising water on her face…
It was only minutes before her universe had shrunk to the small air bubble trapped in the lid of the trunk. And getting smaller with every breath
Barbara would soon run out of air, lower her head an inch or two into the water and drown.
She looked through the plexi lid of her coffin at the pool ladder and the endless supply of air just a few feet away. She needed to find an escape and fast.
The closest thing she could recall was the time Pinky had insisted that Barbara needed to take a defensive driving class with her. Pinky knew that a successful entrepreneur would make an endless string of business adversaries and a rich woman was going to make a lot of spurned suitors. She had insisted that Barbara join her on her defensive driving course and many of the other safety oriented classes the head of Genital Electric needed to stay alive in misogynistic Gotham City.
Many of the surveillance and defensive skills that Batgirl used to fight crime were based on the classes she had taken to keep Pinky Pinkston company. Her extensive Judo training was morphed into Batgirls uncanny combat moves that had devastated opponents twice her size.
Pinky was proud of the monster she created and whenever she happened through town, Barbara and her would meet for sparring and an evening of casual sex.
Barbara looked up at the edge of the pool twelve feet above her. The last time she had viewed something like this was when she and Pinky learned how to escape a sinking car. The lesson flashed through her memory almost in twilight dream state.
To get out of the back, you could kick out the rear glass panel, which in most cars it was designed to do. Kicking was certainly not an option bound and gagged in the tight confines of Zelda’s trap. With her wrists and elbows bound tightly together as well as her knees and cross ankles, Barbara was almost completely immobilized.
Desperate, Barbara felt around her back. Her Batgirl utility belt, which usually hung stylishly low on her hips and supported by the curve of her ass, had bunched up awkwardly around her butt.
Going solely by touch, Barbara explored what she had within reach. She popped open one container after another, feeling the various tools drop through her fingers to the bottom of the trunk and between the steel plates that helped her to the bottom.
One of them had the dimensions of a lipstick case. Barbara grabbed at it and held it tight. She knew exactly what it was.
It was a steel-springed punch. She carried it for emergencies to breakout car windows or the glass from pretty much any window. She had used it as a civilian when she came across a car accident a few years ago and the crash victim was unconscious and locked in. As Batgirl she had used it to rescue Queen Bess of Belgravia when Olga and Egghead had trapped her in a highrise apartment in Wayne Towers.
Barbara knew it was her last chance. This was not a car windshield and it was not glass. Most likely, the steel hammer would dent and dig into the plexi and she would drown a minute or two later. She uncapped the end and pressed her finger down on the safety. She pushed it up to the glass and fired off the compacted spring.
Several hundred pounds of force slammed against a random spot behind her back. Barbara was so certain of failure that she hadn’t even thought to fill her lungs.
What happened shocked her to no end. The half inch metal spike shot out with such force she could feel the recoil like a gun. Whatever it hit must have been large, like one of the hinges, because the back of the case collapsed and her tiny air pocket disappeared.
Stunned at her success, Barbara pushed with her knees at the intact front of the case and forced her backside out the opening. It was a tight fit and the ragged edges of the case caught her batsuit and shredded her sides and scraped the skin underneath. Barbara kept pushing oblivious to the pain and not thinking about what she would do once outside the box, still bound and gagged at the bottom of the pool.
Her cowl and attached wig were catching on the bent metal framing and pulling off as she desperately struggled free of the cocoon like box.
Once she was clear of the box, Barbara twisted and contorted her body to get her feet under her. With all her might, she pushed off the bottom and towards the surface. As soon as she breached the surface, Barbara sucked a mixture of air and water in around her gag to fill her lungs. She rebounded back to the bottom again and pushed off again, expelling her breath to take another lung full as she hit the surface again.
With a second lung full of air, she concentrated on gaining control of her emotions. Thrashing and struggling would only make her more tense and encourage her body to sink. Terrified and exhausted, Barbara tried to float face up in the pool. Her wet uniform and utility belt threatening drag her back to the bottom.
It took what felt like minutes to regain her composure and perform a survival float at the surface of the pool. In the meantime, she would frequently sink back into the water, in a terrifying cycle of floating and sinking. Her arms were still pinned tight behind her and crossed and bound ankles dangled below her, but she was alive and floating on the surface of the pool, if just barely.
Barbara felt the adrenaline rush she got whenever she foiled some trap or plot to rob her of her life. It was the addictive high she lived her double life to feel. Her secretive love life, her cloak and dagger existence as Batgirl. Her forbidden relationships with Pinky Pinkston, her dalliances with other women. This was why Batgirl existed. Barbara knew she was an adrenaline junky, but moments like this were her fix.
After resting at the surface for a few minutes, Barbara started to move her way to the shallow side of the pool. She would struggle to get out of the water and roll over the floor to find a jagged screw point sticking from one of the poorly maintained storage lockers. It would take time, but she had a lot more of it now that she could breath fresh air.
But what about her father? Batman, Robin, Chief O’Hara and her father were going to rob Gotham Central Bank and ship off the loot to Londinium.
Batman and Robin would be fine. Batman had an uncanny ability to litigate his way out of almost any disaster. Robin had tried to cut Batgirl in half with a giant mouse trap while getting jerked off by Pussycat and they were filming it, to boot, but Robin was saved from jail.
Catwoman escaped, but Pussycat was sent to jail and Robin, despite it being his idea to kill her and his sawing at the rope, escaped punishment. Lucky Pierre had successfully argued that Robin was not in control of his faculties because of Catwoman drugging him with her Cataphrenic.
Barbara knew what happened to Robin would not happen to her father. Prosecutors were very skeptical of the “Cataphrenic defense” as it was called. Batman and Robin had secret identities, if the courts didn’t buy into their defense, they could easily disappear into the woodwork.”
Daddy and O’Hara were public servants and both almost at retirement. A best, and highly unlikely outcome would be loss of their jobs and their pensions. More likely, the courts wouldn’t believe that they were mesmerized by Siren and they would be sent to jail for the rest of their lives.
Barbara realized her only hope was to thwart the Siren’s plan before any crime (outside of trying to murder her) was committed. If she could thwart them before they left the precinct, there was still hope.
Barbara dried herself as best she could and headed to the evidence lockers.
She found the evidence room unlocked with the door open, which was lucky because most of her lockpicks were scattered across the bottom of the pool, along with her cowl.
She quickly went down the aisles, looking for what she needed. Eventually she came to a barrel. It was filled with a collection of Penguins arsenal of preferred weapons. Single shot umbrella guns, repeating umbrella guns, even a belt fed, fully automatic umbrella gun. Barbara left those and pulled a selection of the ones she wanted.
She made her way to the motor pool in the adjacent parking garage of GCPD headquarters. She headed over towards a parked GCPD armored assault vehicle. The armor plated door was open and Barbara could see Robin's green pixie boots and stockinged legs exposed.
She crept up and before he could react, she pushed the nozzle of the Penguin gas in his face and unloaded the entire canister. He crumpled to the concrete floor. A Thompson submachine gun clattered to the floor next to him and one of the officers that had helped throw Barbara to her death, slumped down in the passenger seat.
Moving to the next vehicle, Barbara could hear Batman pontificating about some aspect of the robbery to no one in particular. Barbara gassed him and the two officers that were his audience also collapsed in the back of the truck. Canvas money bags and automatic weapons cluttered the vehicle.
“Barbara?” came the stunned voice of her father from behind her. She turned to stare face to face with her dad, with an armload of more machine guns, a pair of bandoleros of smoke and concussion grenades draped across his chest. “What are you doing here?”
“Sorry, Daddy” was all she could muster as she unloaded another one of Penguin’s gas guns directly into his face.
Barbara had one last gas gun left and she raced to the armory to make sure that O’Hara wouldn’t try to finish the job Siren had given them. She found him down to his waist in the ammo cupboard. She gassed him and looked around for stragglers. Finding none, Barbara went back to the pool and recovered what she had left in the water, including her wig and cowl.
Getting ready to leave, Barbara went and did a final check of the men she had gassed. She had deleted all the security footage in the system from the time the Siren had mesmerized the entire male population of the precinct. Barbara had found the flyers announcing the Commissioner’s Working Women Appreciation Day. Lorelie Circe had seen fit to send the entire female staff on a booze cruise of Gotham Harbor. While Barbara had been alone fighting to stop what was certain to be one of the largest, and from the looks of it, bloodiest armed robberies in Gotham history, the women of Gotham PD were having a safe and grand time.
The clear plexiglass coffin settled on the pool bottom within just a few seconds and Barbara was relieved that the seal around the edges of the box were holding out against the water. She knew enough about Zelda’s act to realize the box wasn’t made to be underwater, much less the bottom of a pool.
Looking out through the side of the box, Barbara could see the tiled lanes of the pool and the number twelve spelled out on the bottom. The Basement was lit only by the light coming in through the blue painted glass windows that lined the top of the wall.
Barbara was terrified. Her own father had seen her being put into this virtually inescapable death trap. She wasn’t surprised at Batman and Robin, but her Daddy and Clancy were family.
The box was tight, and it’s walls were rigid, her only prior experience with escaping luggage was when Pinky Pinkston smuggled her into the Filton Hotel in a suitcase. The paparazzi had been tailing Pinky relentlessly because of the rumors she was having a torrid secret affair (she was, with the much younger Barbara).
At the time it was all fun and games with the heiress to the Genital Electric fortune. But Pinky didn’t want the publicity of having a relationship with a younger, non-celebrity woman. Barbara thought it was a hilarious lark. The suitcase went from the limo to the hotel suite and the ropes and gag were just for entertainment. The suitcase was bigger than this one and soft sided. The bondage was meant to make her cum, not to slowly strangle her to death.
Barbara moved her arms around behind her back. She could feel her hands wedged together. Batman may have been a lot of things, but sloppy with knots was not one of them.
Just flexing her wrists was quickly drawing the thin bat-rope tight across her throat. If she started to cramp or struggled too hard, she would cut her own throat.
Feeling around on the palm of her bat-gloves, Barbara worked hard not to hasten her own demise. It was a long shot but she needed to escape the Thuggee bondage quickly if she was going to have any hope of surviving the death trap.
Using her fingers to scrape away at the palm of her glove, Barbara looked for the edge of the tape. She had picked up this idea from her friend Amanda Kingston, who had used this ridiculously simple trick to cut herself free from a similar death-trap below the Penguins hide-out. A thin blade taped to the palm of her glove was all that Amanda needed to cut herself and Barbara free from the Pirate Princess’s live-stream execution.
Barbara felt for the piece of purple tape that hid the razor sharp craft blade in place. Fitted in a way that it wouldn’t interfere with her hands or damage the glove’s utility, Barabara was finding that releasing the blade harder than she would have liked.
It had been taped in place for almost six months and the tape adhesive had fused with the glove, making it even harder for her nearly numb fingers to pick away at the tape. The more she fumbled with the tape the tighter the cords on her neck were becoming.
Barbara’s vision was narrowing, her periphery was disappearing, puffing around the edges of the gag was harder and less productive and her fingers numbed more with each passing second.
If she didn’t control her breathing, suffocation would quickly follow. But her end would would certainly come soon if she didn’t escape the confines of the tiny plexiglass coffin.
Barbara could feel the edge of the tape slowly yield to her finger tips. The blade was stuck to the tape and the tape to her finger. If she lost the tape all would be lost, death at the hands of Batman would be certain.
Fumbling with the tape, Barbara folded it over at an angle, making an ersatz handle. The tape was still stuck to the blade on one side, but she had a firm grip.
Barbara swung her wrist around blindly. Each rotation tightened the stranglehold on her throat as the ties in the Ancient Thuggee Tradition drew tighter around her neck and pulled her legs back tighter and her elbows, which were already touching even closer.
After several rotations Barbara was certain she would die like that, strangled at the bottom of a pool in the basement of the GCPD Headquarters at the hands of her own father and Batman. All of them sporting massive hard-ons while it occurred.
Barbara felt the blade in her fingers strike against something. She motioned her fingers back onto the same space and felt the resistance of something. She held the blade there and shifted her weight. There was little room for movement in the tiny confines of the box, but she didn’t need much. She wondered if the thick glue on tape would prevent the blade from doing its job.
Each stroke of the blade tightened the knots around her neck. She was on the verge of blacking out, she knew it was from strangulation, definitely not the dwindling supply of oxygen or the slow and inevitable build up of carbon dioxide in her blood. She would be strangled in the Ancient Thuggee Tradition.
Barbara could feel the batrope tighten, but she also could feel a change in it. The batrope was made from a pre-stretched blend of spectra fibers, incredibly strong when holding weight, but not immune from cutting. She could feel the edge of the blade starting to get some purchase on the line and after several more strokes she felt it snap.
The key line that went from her ankles to her throat had cut clean through and the ropes coiled around her neck suddenly lost tension. She was gasping at the stale air as blood flowed back into her brain.
Her arms were still pinned fast behind her and aside from a respite of stale air she gained no relief from the death trap. She was too tightly enclosed in the coffin to make much difference.
With her temporary reprieve, Barbara could tell she was far from free. With her wits somewhat retrieved, she realized how leaky the trunk was. With her head turned sideways, she could feel the rising water on her face…
It was only minutes before her universe had shrunk to the small air bubble trapped in the lid of the trunk. And getting smaller with every breath
Barbara would soon run out of air, lower her head an inch or two into the water and drown.
She looked through the plexi lid of her coffin at the pool ladder and the endless supply of air just a few feet away. She needed to find an escape and fast.
The closest thing she could recall was the time Pinky had insisted that Barbara needed to take a defensive driving class with her. Pinky knew that a successful entrepreneur would make an endless string of business adversaries and a rich woman was going to make a lot of spurned suitors. She had insisted that Barbara join her on her defensive driving course and many of the other safety oriented classes the head of Genital Electric needed to stay alive in misogynistic Gotham City.
Many of the surveillance and defensive skills that Batgirl used to fight crime were based on the classes she had taken to keep Pinky Pinkston company. Her extensive Judo training was morphed into Batgirls uncanny combat moves that had devastated opponents twice her size.
Pinky was proud of the monster she created and whenever she happened through town, Barbara and her would meet for sparring and an evening of casual sex.
Barbara looked up at the edge of the pool twelve feet above her. The last time she had viewed something like this was when she and Pinky learned how to escape a sinking car. The lesson flashed through her memory almost in twilight dream state.
To get out of the back, you could kick out the rear glass panel, which in most cars it was designed to do. Kicking was certainly not an option bound and gagged in the tight confines of Zelda’s trap. With her wrists and elbows bound tightly together as well as her knees and cross ankles, Barbara was almost completely immobilized.
Desperate, Barbara felt around her back. Her Batgirl utility belt, which usually hung stylishly low on her hips and supported by the curve of her ass, had bunched up awkwardly around her butt.
Going solely by touch, Barbara explored what she had within reach. She popped open one container after another, feeling the various tools drop through her fingers to the bottom of the trunk and between the steel plates that helped her to the bottom.
One of them had the dimensions of a lipstick case. Barbara grabbed at it and held it tight. She knew exactly what it was.
It was a steel-springed punch. She carried it for emergencies to breakout car windows or the glass from pretty much any window. She had used it as a civilian when she came across a car accident a few years ago and the crash victim was unconscious and locked in. As Batgirl she had used it to rescue Queen Bess of Belgravia when Olga and Egghead had trapped her in a highrise apartment in Wayne Towers.
Barbara knew it was her last chance. This was not a car windshield and it was not glass. Most likely, the steel hammer would dent and dig into the plexi and she would drown a minute or two later. She uncapped the end and pressed her finger down on the safety. She pushed it up to the glass and fired off the compacted spring.
Several hundred pounds of force slammed against a random spot behind her back. Barbara was so certain of failure that she hadn’t even thought to fill her lungs.
What happened shocked her to no end. The half inch metal spike shot out with such force she could feel the recoil like a gun. Whatever it hit must have been large, like one of the hinges, because the back of the case collapsed and her tiny air pocket disappeared.
Stunned at her success, Barbara pushed with her knees at the intact front of the case and forced her backside out the opening. It was a tight fit and the ragged edges of the case caught her batsuit and shredded her sides and scraped the skin underneath. Barbara kept pushing oblivious to the pain and not thinking about what she would do once outside the box, still bound and gagged at the bottom of the pool.
Her cowl and attached wig were catching on the bent metal framing and pulling off as she desperately struggled free of the cocoon like box.
Once she was clear of the box, Barbara twisted and contorted her body to get her feet under her. With all her might, she pushed off the bottom and towards the surface. As soon as she breached the surface, Barbara sucked a mixture of air and water in around her gag to fill her lungs. She rebounded back to the bottom again and pushed off again, expelling her breath to take another lung full as she hit the surface again.
With a second lung full of air, she concentrated on gaining control of her emotions. Thrashing and struggling would only make her more tense and encourage her body to sink. Terrified and exhausted, Barbara tried to float face up in the pool. Her wet uniform and utility belt threatening drag her back to the bottom.
It took what felt like minutes to regain her composure and perform a survival float at the surface of the pool. In the meantime, she would frequently sink back into the water, in a terrifying cycle of floating and sinking. Her arms were still pinned tight behind her and crossed and bound ankles dangled below her, but she was alive and floating on the surface of the pool, if just barely.
Barbara felt the adrenaline rush she got whenever she foiled some trap or plot to rob her of her life. It was the addictive high she lived her double life to feel. Her secretive love life, her cloak and dagger existence as Batgirl. Her forbidden relationships with Pinky Pinkston, her dalliances with other women. This was why Batgirl existed. Barbara knew she was an adrenaline junky, but moments like this were her fix.
After resting at the surface for a few minutes, Barbara started to move her way to the shallow side of the pool. She would struggle to get out of the water and roll over the floor to find a jagged screw point sticking from one of the poorly maintained storage lockers. It would take time, but she had a lot more of it now that she could breath fresh air.
But what about her father? Batman, Robin, Chief O’Hara and her father were going to rob Gotham Central Bank and ship off the loot to Londinium.
Batman and Robin would be fine. Batman had an uncanny ability to litigate his way out of almost any disaster. Robin had tried to cut Batgirl in half with a giant mouse trap while getting jerked off by Pussycat and they were filming it, to boot, but Robin was saved from jail.
Catwoman escaped, but Pussycat was sent to jail and Robin, despite it being his idea to kill her and his sawing at the rope, escaped punishment. Lucky Pierre had successfully argued that Robin was not in control of his faculties because of Catwoman drugging him with her Cataphrenic.
Barbara knew what happened to Robin would not happen to her father. Prosecutors were very skeptical of the “Cataphrenic defense” as it was called. Batman and Robin had secret identities, if the courts didn’t buy into their defense, they could easily disappear into the woodwork.”
Daddy and O’Hara were public servants and both almost at retirement. A best, and highly unlikely outcome would be loss of their jobs and their pensions. More likely, the courts wouldn’t believe that they were mesmerized by Siren and they would be sent to jail for the rest of their lives.
Barbara realized her only hope was to thwart the Siren’s plan before any crime (outside of trying to murder her) was committed. If she could thwart them before they left the precinct, there was still hope.
Barbara dried herself as best she could and headed to the evidence lockers.
She found the evidence room unlocked with the door open, which was lucky because most of her lockpicks were scattered across the bottom of the pool, along with her cowl.
She quickly went down the aisles, looking for what she needed. Eventually she came to a barrel. It was filled with a collection of Penguins arsenal of preferred weapons. Single shot umbrella guns, repeating umbrella guns, even a belt fed, fully automatic umbrella gun. Barbara left those and pulled a selection of the ones she wanted.
She made her way to the motor pool in the adjacent parking garage of GCPD headquarters. She headed over towards a parked GCPD armored assault vehicle. The armor plated door was open and Barbara could see Robin's green pixie boots and stockinged legs exposed.
She crept up and before he could react, she pushed the nozzle of the Penguin gas in his face and unloaded the entire canister. He crumpled to the concrete floor. A Thompson submachine gun clattered to the floor next to him and one of the officers that had helped throw Barbara to her death, slumped down in the passenger seat.
Moving to the next vehicle, Barbara could hear Batman pontificating about some aspect of the robbery to no one in particular. Barbara gassed him and the two officers that were his audience also collapsed in the back of the truck. Canvas money bags and automatic weapons cluttered the vehicle.
“Barbara?” came the stunned voice of her father from behind her. She turned to stare face to face with her dad, with an armload of more machine guns, a pair of bandoleros of smoke and concussion grenades draped across his chest. “What are you doing here?”
“Sorry, Daddy” was all she could muster as she unloaded another one of Penguin’s gas guns directly into his face.
Barbara had one last gas gun left and she raced to the armory to make sure that O’Hara wouldn’t try to finish the job Siren had given them. She found him down to his waist in the ammo cupboard. She gassed him and looked around for stragglers. Finding none, Barbara went back to the pool and recovered what she had left in the water, including her wig and cowl.
Getting ready to leave, Barbara went and did a final check of the men she had gassed. She had deleted all the security footage in the system from the time the Siren had mesmerized the entire male population of the precinct. Barbara had found the flyers announcing the Commissioner’s Working Women Appreciation Day. Lorelie Circe had seen fit to send the entire female staff on a booze cruise of Gotham Harbor. While Barbara had been alone fighting to stop what was certain to be one of the largest, and from the looks of it, bloodiest armed robberies in Gotham history, the women of Gotham PD were having a safe and grand time.
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Great story. Thanks for fitting Amanda’s name in there. I still hope for a future appearance from the spunky female Robin.
After she escaped did Barbara find a change of clothes along with the weaponry.? I wasn’t quite clear on that.
I’m sure seeing his daughter in a wet, torn maskless Batgirl costume, Commissioner Gordon would have said something. Ditto if she were naked carrying all that weaponry.
After she escaped did Barbara find a change of clothes along with the weaponry.? I wasn’t quite clear on that.
I’m sure seeing his daughter in a wet, torn maskless Batgirl costume, Commissioner Gordon would have said something. Ditto if she were naked carrying all that weaponry.
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I'll let Amanda know you thought of her. I usually try to get bogged down too much in the specifics of the visuals. You have an idea of what she would look like climbing out of the pool, and I will let you enjoy it...IMSancho wrote: ↑1 year agoGreat story. Thanks for fitting Amanda’s name in there. I still hope for a future appearance from the spunky female Robin.
After she escaped did Barbara find a change of clothes along with the weaponry.? I wasn’t quite clear on that.
I’m sure seeing his daughter in a wet, torn maskless Batgirl costume, Commissioner Gordon would have said something. Ditto if she were naked carrying all that weaponry.
Chapter 4/4: Batgirl Makes the Siren Wail...
Chpt 4/4: Batgirl Makes the Siren Wail...
Batgirl bounced into the office of her father, Commissioner Gordon. The office was empty, save for Robin, who had his legs up on Gordon’s leather couch.
“Hello Robin,” Barbara gave a fake smile to the Boy Wonder. No sense in hostility to someone that had no control over himself.
“Hey Puddin’,” Robin had lost what little charm he had after the episode episode with the Cataphrenic. Barbara made every effort to stay as far as she could from the Dynamic Duo as much as possible and Robin in particular.
“Where’s my F--Commissioner Gordon?”
“He and Batman are down in the Pool area. They finally noticed the area got trashed when we tried to kill you.” Robin didn’t even bother to look up when he said it.
Barbara hadn’t told anyone about what Batman, Gordon and the others had almost done to her. As far as she knew, none of them remembered a thing and only knew the version of the Siren’s plot that she had outlined to them. She hadn’t thought to make up a story about the gym and pool.
“Wait, what do you remember about the pool?”
“Everything,” Robin turned and smiled. “The whole thing.”
“How?”
“Simple, I was parking the Batmobile when the Siren mesmerized the entire Precinct.” He laughed, “I thought ‘fuck yeah. Another get out of jail free card.’” Robin sat up on the couch and swung his legs down.
“What do you mean, ‘another get out jail free card’?” Barbara was getting more worried about his demeanor.
“Batgirl, do you honestly think there is a drug that can turn someone from good to bad?”
“So what did Catwoman give you?”
“She gave me ‘Cataphrenic.’ It doesn't work, but that’s what she thought it would do.” Robin laughed, “I was tripping balls for about eight hours and Pussycat was all over me with those big ol’ titties of hers.” Robin chuckled to himself. “God damn, she is a nasty little girl. I was totally down for it, and Catwoman was all for it. That girl could suck chrome off a tailpipe. I just went with the flow.”
“Catwoman said I was now under her control and I would forget about crime fighting and hang around her and Pussycat. Pussycat wanted to do nothing but fuck and suck. How Could I say no? I knew Batman would bail me out if we got caught. So I just totally went with it.”
“We pulled a few jobs, we would go back to the Pink Litterbox and I would smack Pussycat around and fuck her some more… That chick loves to get it rough…”
“After we got caught, I was sure I was going to prison, but Batman pulled through and got my charges dropped… ‘I was under the influence of ‘cataphrenic.’ Lucky Pierre got me released scott free into the custody of Batman.”
“When I realized that everyone was under the control of Siren, I thought, ‘Why not?’ it already worked once. I just made sure I wasn’t going to be seen during the robbery.”
Robin smirked, “I’m happy you got away. The plan to rob the bank was going to be a massive blood bath. I really would like to fuck you and all that, but they were going to machine gun everyone in there. Batman is really a sociopath, if you didn’t already notice. I am almost certain he threw Molly into that reactor core just to watch her burn. It's part of his major god complex.” He laughed one more time. “I am sure you think I’m fucked up, but you have no idea about how bad he is.”
Just then Gordon, O’hara and Batman came into the office. Batman pointed at Robin, “let’s go, Old Chum.” Robin pretended he hadn’t said a thing about the Siren or Cataphrenic.
“Gosh Batman, it’s getting late. Goodbye Commissioner, Chief, Batgirl” and he bounded out of the office.
“Batgirl, what brings you to my office today? Another Arch Criminal sighted in Gotham?” The Commissioner sat behind his desk and started sorting papers.”
“The opposite, actually.” Barbara tried to be unfazed by what the boy wonder had just told her. She had suspected as much from Batman, but Robin was bone chilling. She dropped a stack of folders on his desk. “I asked your daughter, Barbara, to do some research on Siren and her crimes in Londinium.”
“Oh really? That is unusual,”
“Commissioner, she is an excellent resource. Barbara is a whiz in research” Barbara figured no harm in having Batgirl toot her horn a little.
“What did she find?”
“Well, I don’t think we will hear much more from Siren, at least not for a while.” Barbara pointed to the top folder. “Her three octave above high C causes hearing damage in men. After hearing it once, It damages their hearing in that range. Apparently, men lose the ability to be mesmerized. Since she used it on the entire precinct, it is unlikely she will be able to come back to Gotham with such a grandiose scheme in the future. If she does return, it will probably be to fleece one or two men at a time like she did Bruce Wayne.” As she said it, Barbara wondered if anyone else in the Headquarters had been faking their mesmerization.
Batgirl bounced into the office of her father, Commissioner Gordon. The office was empty, save for Robin, who had his legs up on Gordon’s leather couch.
“Hello Robin,” Barbara gave a fake smile to the Boy Wonder. No sense in hostility to someone that had no control over himself.
“Hey Puddin’,” Robin had lost what little charm he had after the episode episode with the Cataphrenic. Barbara made every effort to stay as far as she could from the Dynamic Duo as much as possible and Robin in particular.
“Where’s my F--Commissioner Gordon?”
“He and Batman are down in the Pool area. They finally noticed the area got trashed when we tried to kill you.” Robin didn’t even bother to look up when he said it.
Barbara hadn’t told anyone about what Batman, Gordon and the others had almost done to her. As far as she knew, none of them remembered a thing and only knew the version of the Siren’s plot that she had outlined to them. She hadn’t thought to make up a story about the gym and pool.
“Wait, what do you remember about the pool?”
“Everything,” Robin turned and smiled. “The whole thing.”
“How?”
“Simple, I was parking the Batmobile when the Siren mesmerized the entire Precinct.” He laughed, “I thought ‘fuck yeah. Another get out of jail free card.’” Robin sat up on the couch and swung his legs down.
“What do you mean, ‘another get out jail free card’?” Barbara was getting more worried about his demeanor.
“Batgirl, do you honestly think there is a drug that can turn someone from good to bad?”
“So what did Catwoman give you?”
“She gave me ‘Cataphrenic.’ It doesn't work, but that’s what she thought it would do.” Robin laughed, “I was tripping balls for about eight hours and Pussycat was all over me with those big ol’ titties of hers.” Robin chuckled to himself. “God damn, she is a nasty little girl. I was totally down for it, and Catwoman was all for it. That girl could suck chrome off a tailpipe. I just went with the flow.”
“Catwoman said I was now under her control and I would forget about crime fighting and hang around her and Pussycat. Pussycat wanted to do nothing but fuck and suck. How Could I say no? I knew Batman would bail me out if we got caught. So I just totally went with it.”
“We pulled a few jobs, we would go back to the Pink Litterbox and I would smack Pussycat around and fuck her some more… That chick loves to get it rough…”
“After we got caught, I was sure I was going to prison, but Batman pulled through and got my charges dropped… ‘I was under the influence of ‘cataphrenic.’ Lucky Pierre got me released scott free into the custody of Batman.”
“When I realized that everyone was under the control of Siren, I thought, ‘Why not?’ it already worked once. I just made sure I wasn’t going to be seen during the robbery.”
Robin smirked, “I’m happy you got away. The plan to rob the bank was going to be a massive blood bath. I really would like to fuck you and all that, but they were going to machine gun everyone in there. Batman is really a sociopath, if you didn’t already notice. I am almost certain he threw Molly into that reactor core just to watch her burn. It's part of his major god complex.” He laughed one more time. “I am sure you think I’m fucked up, but you have no idea about how bad he is.”
Just then Gordon, O’hara and Batman came into the office. Batman pointed at Robin, “let’s go, Old Chum.” Robin pretended he hadn’t said a thing about the Siren or Cataphrenic.
“Gosh Batman, it’s getting late. Goodbye Commissioner, Chief, Batgirl” and he bounded out of the office.
“Batgirl, what brings you to my office today? Another Arch Criminal sighted in Gotham?” The Commissioner sat behind his desk and started sorting papers.”
“The opposite, actually.” Barbara tried to be unfazed by what the boy wonder had just told her. She had suspected as much from Batman, but Robin was bone chilling. She dropped a stack of folders on his desk. “I asked your daughter, Barbara, to do some research on Siren and her crimes in Londinium.”
“Oh really? That is unusual,”
“Commissioner, she is an excellent resource. Barbara is a whiz in research” Barbara figured no harm in having Batgirl toot her horn a little.
“What did she find?”
“Well, I don’t think we will hear much more from Siren, at least not for a while.” Barbara pointed to the top folder. “Her three octave above high C causes hearing damage in men. After hearing it once, It damages their hearing in that range. Apparently, men lose the ability to be mesmerized. Since she used it on the entire precinct, it is unlikely she will be able to come back to Gotham with such a grandiose scheme in the future. If she does return, it will probably be to fleece one or two men at a time like she did Bruce Wayne.” As she said it, Barbara wondered if anyone else in the Headquarters had been faking their mesmerization.
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Nice twist with Robin and his "get out of jail free card" that he used to escape blame. No wonder he's mad at Batman for blocking him all the time.
Batman doesn't hold back except for commitment. It reminds me of the Mad magazine issue where Robin became a villain, the Yellow Chicken, to get rid of Batman so he could get the women. Batman explained that was why he insisted on having molls in each episode so he could have more women and was willing to share.
Batman doesn't hold back except for commitment. It reminds me of the Mad magazine issue where Robin became a villain, the Yellow Chicken, to get rid of Batman so he could get the women. Batman explained that was why he insisted on having molls in each episode so he could have more women and was willing to share.
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Batman does seem to do some cockblocking on the boy wonder…. I don’t remember that issue. I know they did a few parodies of Batman over the years. I will try to dig that one up…Visitor wrote: ↑1 year agoNice twist with Robin and his "get out of jail free card" that he used to escape blame. No wonder he's mad at Batman for blocking him all the time.
Batman doesn't hold back except for commitment. It reminds me of the Mad magazine issue where Robin became a villain, the Yellow Chicken, to get rid of Batman so he could get the women. Batman explained that was why he insisted on having molls in each episode so he could have more women and was willing to share.
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This story is phenomenal 
I hope you don't mind having an AI image inspired by it
I missed a few details though (she should be wearing that utility belt!).
I hope you don't mind having an AI image inspired by it
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WOW!!!! This is purrrrfect! I bet you could knock some of her and Eartha Kitt's Catwoman scenes out of the park!!! Delicious
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Thanks! I'm experimenting with the tools in order to do things like that, but I think the AI is not there yet. You can more or less force its hand, but the end result loses quality or looks more like photobashing. We'll see.batgirl1969 wrote: ↑1 year agoWOW!!!! This is purrrrfect! I bet you could knock some of her and Eartha Kitt's Catwoman scenes out of the park!!! Delicious
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We would all love you for itBladebur wrote: ↑1 year agoThanks! I'm experimenting with the tools in order to do things like that, but I think the AI is not there yet. You can more or less force its hand, but the end result loses quality or looks more like photobashing. We'll see.batgirl1969 wrote: ↑1 year agoWOW!!!! This is purrrrfect! I bet you could knock some of her and Eartha Kitt's Catwoman scenes out of the park!!! Delicious
!!! Batgirl and Catwoman go together like salt and pepper!!!