Batgirl 66 - Chloro Training with Alfred - Part 2

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Batgirl 66 and Alfred - Chloro Training - Part 2

"Well now really, Alfred," Aunt Harriet said as she moved through the living room. "I don't see why you're so upset. I'm sure the chaise will be back in just a few days."

"But, forgive me, madam," Alfred said as he followed the woman close behind, "but can you not at least remember the name of the cleaning company?"

Aunt Harriet paused for a moment, turning back to Alfred. "Well of course I can," she said. "It was...now let's see. There was "cleaners" in the name. I'm quite sure of that. I think. Or "cleaning"? Something like that."

Alfred suppressed a weary sigh. He had been dealing with Aunt Harriet long enough not to get too angry at the poor old woman. She meant well, even if she was often more frazzled than helpful.

"A receipt perhaps, then?" Alfred ventured hopefully. "Or a work order? It really is quite important, I'm afraid."

"Oh, well..." Aunt Harriet gave a flustered look. "I-I don't actually remember them giving me a receipt. Or a work order, or--" her face went pale. "Oh, Alfred, have I made a terrible mistake? That was Bruce's favorite piece of furniture, I can't imagine what--"

"Now, now," Alfred said soothingly. He took Aunt Harriet's hand and patted it. "I'm sure there’s nothing to worry about. I will track down the cleaning company and sort everything out."

"Oh thank you, Alfred," Aunt Harriet said, sighing in relief. "I don't know what I would do without you."

"You would manage perfectly well, madam." Alfred smiled. "But I am always glad to be of help. I will see you for tea in a few hours."

"Of course, Alfred," Aunt Harriet said. She turned and bustled off.

Alfred waited until she was out of sight, then moved as quickly as he could to the secret entrance to the batcave. Once inside he planted himself in front of the batcomputer and began typing.

A list of possible cleaning companies appeared on the screen.

Alfred frowned and leaned back in his chair. "It looks like I will have to investigate them all," he said to himself. “This may take longer than I anticipated.”

He got up and grabbed Batgirl's belt and boots, and also a slim black eye mask he used on the rare occasions he ventured out to assist Batman and Robin. He had a suspicion he might be needing it today.

On the way out of the house, Alfred snatched a fire poker from the hearth in the living room, then put everything into the back of Aunt Harriet's car. Making sure that she wasn't watching, he started up the car and drove down the driveway.

Something told him he had a long afternoon ahead of him...


***


"You hear that, Clive?" Burt turned suddenly in the passenger seat of the cleaning van, looking into the back of the vehicle. "There’s some kind of moaning coming from back there."

"It's your imagination," Clive snapped. He hit the gas pedal as the light turned green. "No need to get jumpy, Burt. We got away clean."

"I'm serious, Clive!" Burt's face was pale, and his eyes were wide as saucers as he looked back at the sheet-covered chaise lounge. "You didn't hear that? It's like a sighing sound. You think it's a ghost?"

"Ain't no such thing as ghosts, you moron," Clive snarled. "And even if there was, a ghost wouldn't be in the back of our van, would it? So shut up and stop worrying, alright?"

Burt turned back around and slumped down in his seat, swallowing hard.

A soft, moaning sigh came from underneath the sheet on the chaise lounge. This time it was audible enough that both men clearly heard it.

Burt turned. "You heard that, right?" His voice was barely above a whisper.

Clive gripped the steering wheel tight and swallowed. "Yeah. Yeah, I heard that."

Burt's throat was dry. "So...what do we do, Clive?"

"Just keep cool, alright? We'll figure something out. I'm gonna pull over here, and you check it out."

"Me?" Burt's face went a shade whiter. "Why me? Why can't you check it out?"

"Oh, stop being such a big sissy," Clive snarled as he pulled the van over to the side of the road. "I'm driving, ain't I? So you go check it out."

Burt looked like he wanted to protest, but thought better of it. With a grunt, he stepped into the back of the van.

Another soft moan sounded from the covered chaise lounge.

Burt reached out and grasped the corner of the sheet. He steeled himself, then yanked the sheet away.

Batgirl was slumped back on the furniture, her hands tied behind her back and her face covered with the chloroform-soaked cloth.

"Cripes!" Burt exclaimed as he stumbled back against the inside wall of the van. "It's Batgirl!"

"What are you on about?" Clive growled. He glanced into the back, and his eyes bugged out of his head. "Holy smokes, you're not kidding! That's...that's..."

"What's Batgirl doing in our van?" Burt stammered.

Batgirl groaned softly, her head lolling on the chaise lounge. Her eyes flickered under her cowl.

"I've got no idea," Clive hissed. "But if she wakes up and sees us then we're in trouble, ain’t we? She's tied up, so she ain't going anywhere. Get her blindfolded before she comes round."

"Me? Why is it always me?"

"Because I'm driving, dimwit." Clive reached behind his seat and tossed a length of fabric back, an old black tie. "Just blindfold her and make sure she can't see."

Burt picked up the black tie and quickly tied it around Batgirl's eyes. He poked at the chloroform gag over Batgirl's face. "Hey, Clive...I think this dame's been chloroed out. She's even got the rag over her face still. It's mostly dry now but I can still smell some of it..."

"You don't say," Clive grunted. "Well, keep that on her, then. Let her sleep it off." He rummaged around under his seat and pulled out a smoky brown bottle. "Here! Thought we had some chloro in the van. Make sure she stays out." He tossed the bottle back to Burt.

"What are we gonna do with her?" Burt said in a shaky voice as he caught the bottle.

"How should I know? Just keep her asleep for now. We'll figure out the next move after we get back to the warehouse."

"Hmmphhh...mmmmghhmmm?" Batgirl moaned softly, stirring slightly in her bonds.

"Just stay quiet, lady," Burt said. "And go back to sleep." He splashed a little of the liquid from the brown bottle onto the chloroform cloth, making sure it was good and soaked once more.

"Mmmmmm," Batgirl groaned, her body slumping back against the chaise lounge.

"There's a good girl," Burt chuckled as he watched Batgirl settle back down. "You just keep breathing deep, alright?"

"Just keep an eye on her while I get us back to the warehouse," Clive growled from the front. He started up the engine again.

"Fine," Burt said. He reached forward and stroked Batgirl's smooth cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin. She was a real stunner, and even though her face was obscured by the cowl and the rag over her face, he could tell she was a beauty.

Batgirl wasn't quite asleep, but the chloroform was certainly keeping her in a deeply relaxed state.

As the van rumbled down the road, the masked crimefighter drifted in her half-sleep, sighing and moaning softly, blissfully unaware of her current predicament.

"Well, you're quite the peach, ain't ya?" Burt whispered softly as he slid his hands up and down her torso. "Too bad you're all tied up right now. Must be a little humiliating for you."

"Mmmmm…" Batgirl murmured drowsily.

"Maybe once we're at the warehouse, we can have a little fun, hm?" Burt grinned. He let his fingers trace a path down the valley between Batgirl's ample breasts, watching her stiff nipples poke out through her costume. "Yeah...maybe we can have a lot of fun."

Batgirl didn't answer, but her breathing grew deeper.

Burt grinned. He moved his hands down Batgirl's toned body, gently cupping her round asscheeks. "That's it," he cooed. "Just relax and let me take care of you, girlie."

He kept his hands moving over her unresisting body, squeezing and rubbing her plump ass and shapely thighs.

"Mmmmmm," Batgirl breathed. Her chest heaved slowly as she inhaled the intoxicating fumes of the chloroform. Her body gave a helpless little wriggle, but the ropes kept her in place.

Burt slid his hand down between her firm thighs, his fingers stroking her. "So smooth," he muttered. He felt the tight purple pants encasing her legs, then his hands found her stocking-covered feet. "You're wearing pantyhose under this suit, girlie? Nice."

"Hmmmmm," Batgirl moaned. Her hips rolled lazily.

"She doing okay?" Clive yelled from the driver’s seat.

"Oh yeah," Burt grinned, "she's nice and quiet. I'm taking good care of her, Clive, don't you worry." He rubbed the soles of Batgirl's stocking feet, feeling her wiggle in her bonds.

"Just keep her passed out and keep her quiet," Clive grunted. "We can't have her waking up and starting trouble."

"No problem." Burt kept massaging Batgirl's feet. "She's missing her boots and her belt. Someone was having some fun with her before us, that's for sure."

"Yeah, well we can have some fun with her too once we get her back to the warehouse," Clive leered from the driver's seat.

"Why wait until then?" Burt said under his breath. "Ah, here's the zipper. I was starting to wonder if your costume even had one, sweetie-pie..."

Batgirl groaned weakly as she vaguely felt Burt unzip her costume and tug it down her back. The man's hands roamed over her bare flesh, groping and caressing her.

"You've got a mighty fine body there, sweetheart," Burt muttered as his hands slid into her open costume, feeling the smooth, warm skin of her back.

Batgirl squirmed weakly in her bonds, moaning softly as the chloroform kept her in a docile state.

"A purple bra, huh?" Burt chuckled as he stroked the back of her bra strap. "Now why doesn't that surprise me? Girl like you has to color coordinate everything, huh? Bet those panties of yours are purple too." He slipped his hand further down into her tight bodysuit, his fingers brushing her silky panties. "Oh yeah, just like I thought."

"Burt, what in blazes are you doing back there?" Clive growled.

"Just playing with the merchandise," Burt called back.

"You better not be getting us in trouble," Clive warned. "Don't forget, we got to figure out what to do with this dame before the boss finds out."

"Well he ain't gonna find out if we don't tell him, will he?" Burt slipped his hands back to Batgirl's feet, rubbing her stocking-covered soles. "Don't worry, we'll think of something. And in the meantime, we can have a little fun with her."

"Yeah, yeah." Clive muttered, turning his attention back to the road.

"Mmm...?" Batgirl's head lifted a little. She was still blindfolded and the chloroform gag covered her mouth and nose.

"Uh-oh, someone's waking up," Burt chuckled. "We can't have that, now can we? It's bedtime now for all good little crimefighters." He grabbed the bottle of chloroform and splashed more of the liquid onto the cloth.

"Mmm...mhm..." Batgirl whimpered, her head swaying a bit.

"Easy there, girlie," Burt murmured. He gently stroked her feet, then moved one hand up to her sumptuous breasts. "I've got you. You're all safe and sound. Just lie down and go sleepy-bye."

Batgirl's head dropped, her body relaxing and going limp. Her breathing grew deeper and her breasts heaved as she fell back into a deep sleep.

"There you go," Burt said soothingly. He squeezed her breast, feeling the weight of her heavy globe in his palm. "Nice and relaxed now." He stroked her foot with his other hand. "I gotta see your face, babe. You're asleep, right? You won’t mind. Let's just take this gag off for a moment..."

Batgirl didn't respond, her head lolling limply on her shoulders with the movement of the van.

"There we are," Burt cooed. "Now, you just sit tight. I'm gonna take this off of your pretty little face, okay?"

Burt reached up and tugged the thick chloroform rag up and away from her mouth and nose. "There we are," he breathed as he ran his thumb across her full lips.

Batgirl was breathing heavily now, her chest heaving and her large breasts rising and falling with each breath. Her mouth was slightly open, her face relaxed and her jaw slack.

Burt turned the crimefighter's head slightly and pressed his lips to hers.

Batgirl moaned softly as Burt kissed her, her body responding automatically to his touch.

"Oh yeah," Burt muttered against her mouth, his tongue sliding past her lips. "You're a real sweet one, ain't you?"

"Mmmmmm," Batgirl murmured, her mouth opening up under his.

"You want this, don't you, baby?" Burt whispered as he kissed her. His hand moved up her body, gently stroking her jutting breasts. "You like to be all tied up and helpless like this, don't you?"

"Mmmmmm," Batgirl whimpered, her body arching weakly.

The van skidded to a halt, and Clive looked back at Burt. "Alright, we're here. Let's get her in the warehouse. Is she still out?"

"Mostly," Burt chuckled. "She's whimpering like a sweet little kitten though."

"Well put her all the way out, then," Clive snapped. He stepped into the back, grabbing the discarded rag and the bottle of chloroform. "Once she's totally under we'll wrap her in that sheet and take her inside." He began pouring more chloroform onto the thick rag. "This won't take a moment, trust me."

Batgirl moaned softly as Clive moved closer to her, her body squirming feebly in her tight purple costume and tight ropes.

"Now, now," Clive said, grinning evilly, "this won't hurt at all, little lady. Just a few more breaths of this stuff and you'll be out like a light." He clamped the damp chloroform-soaked cloth over her mouth and nose.

"Mmmmphhh..." Batgirl struggled in her bonds, her chest heaving and her body twisting weakly.

"Shhhh, it's alright," Clive smirked. "Everything's fine, darlin'. Just relax now and breathe it all in. Deep breaths, now. That's it. Back to sleep."

Batgirl's struggles became weaker, and a few moments later her body slumped back against the chaise lounge.

"Good girl," Clive muttered. "Just relax. Just a few more breaths. There you go."

Batgirl's body gave one last little twitch, then went completely still.

"Is she out?" Burt asked, standing back and watching.

"Oh yeah," Clive said with a satisfied nod. He gave Batgirl's breasts a squeeze through her bodysuit, then a loving pat. "This little crimefighter won't be waking up for a good, long time."

"Well, let's get her inside then," Burt said.

"Sure, sure," Clive grunted, tucking the chloroform-soaked cloth into his pocket. "Here, help me carry her."

The two men wrapped the sheet around Batgirl's slumbering body, then lifted her up and carried her out of the van and inside the warehouse.


***


The warehouse was large and mostly empty, dimly lit by a few hanging light bulbs and dirty skylights. In one corner was some beaten furniture, a ratty mattress on the ground, an old stained couch against the wall, a battered refrigerator and a small hotplate.

Burt and Clive laid Batgirl down on the mattress, making sure her hands and feet were still tightly bound.

"Let's get her untied," Clive panted as he straightened up. "Then we'll get her out of this costume."

"Now you're talking," Burt chuckled. "This bodysuit seems awfully tight on the poor girl. We should make her more comfortable."

"Keep that blindfold on, though," Clive ordered as he began to work on the ropes around Batgirl's ankles. "Don't want her getting a glimpse of us if she comes to. Besides, it's more fun when they can't see."

"I hear that," Burt grinned. He reached down and began working on the ropes around her wrists. "She's one heck of a looker, isn't she? What are we gonna do with her once the boss gets back?"

"I dunno," Clive said as he pulled the rope off. "But I know what we can do with her in the meantime."

"Now yer talking," Burt cackled as he gave Batgirl's butt a playful spank.

Batgirl was limp and unresponsive as the men untied her and then began to peel off her purple costume. She didn't start to moan until they got the bodysuit off her entirely, leaving her in nothing but her purple bra, panties, panthose, and the black and purple cowl. The blindfold was still over her face.

"Mmmmmmm," Batgirl murmured, her hips wriggling just a little.

"Look who's coming round," Burt laughed.

"Yeah, better give her a one-way ticket to dreamland," Clive grunted. He picked up the chloroform-soaked rag and pressed it over Batgirl's nose and mouth.

Batgirl took a few deep breaths, then settled down, her body relaxing on the mattress.

"There we are," Clive chuckled. "Just a little more rest, sweetheart. You’re doing great."

"Look at this body," Burt gasped as he ran his hands over Batgirl's torso. "She’s got a perfect hourglass figure. And these legs are incredible."

"That's right," Clive grunted, squeezing her full breasts through her purple bra. "And we're gonna enjoy every inch of you, honey."

"Alright, why don't you give me a half hour alone with her?" Burt said, licking his lips. "You can have her when I'm done."

"Are you serious?" Clive's face darkened. "You really think you get first go at her?"

"Hey, I was the one who had to do all the work back in the van, didn't I?" Burt snapped back. "It's only fair I get first dibbs on her now."

"I was driving," Clive snarled. "And you got to grope and fondle her the whole way back. So you've already had more time with her than me."

"Well I’m still the one who put in all the work," Burt growled, "so I get her first. You can have your turn when I’m done with her."

"Forget it," Clive snarled. "I get to go first. She's mine."

"No, she's mine." Burt reached for Batgirl, but Clive grabbed his arm.

"Back off!" Clive roared, shoving Burt away.

Batgirl moaned softly, stirring slightly at the sound of their shouting.

"Crap, she's waking up again," Burt sighed.

"It's your fault," Clive shot. "Making too much noise." He sighed and shook his head. "Look, we're both being idiots. This is Batgirl we got here, not some dame off the street. We gotta tie her back up again so she doesn't get loose on us. Gag her, too. Otherwise if she gets loose she could beat both of us to a pulp."

"So what, we keep her tied up?" Burt said incredulously.

"Yeah," Clive grinned. "Think about it. If she's tied up, she can't fight back. Then we can have some real fun with her while we keep her drugged and under the whole time."

"I like the way you think, Clive," Burt said with a smirk. He took Batgirl's arms and flopped them onto the small of her back, crossing her wrists as he reached for the rope. "Here, you get her ankles."

"On it," Clive grunted. He took Batgirl's stocking-covered legs and pulled her ankles together, his eyes roaming over her curvy body.

The two men quickly tied Batgirl's hands and feet together, so that she was once again securely tied. They hogtied her, finishing the job.

"What about the gag?" Burt asked. "You got another cloth handy?"

"Nah," Clive shook his head. "We should use something else." He glanced around, then snatched a piece of cloth off the mattress. "Here."

"A pair of my old boxers?" Burt laughed. "Now you're talking."

Clive tore the boxers slightly, then used it as a makeshift gag, wedging it into Batgirl’s mouth and tying it around her head to keep it secure.

"Mmmmphhh," Batgirl whimpered. She squirmed in her tight ropes.

"Uh-oh, looks like sleeping beauty is coming round again," Clive muttered. "We got those ropes on her just in time." He picked up the chloroform-soaked rag and pressed the thick material back over her mouth.

"Mmmmm," Batgirl moaned. She wriggled weakly, trying to struggle against the ropes that had her in a hogtie.

"Shhhhhh," Clive murmured, stroking her cheek. "Easy there, girlie. Just go back to sleep."

Batgirl took a few more deep, slow breaths. Then her body relaxed, and her struggles ceased.

"There we go," Clive breathed. "Now, where were we, Burt?"

"About to have some fun," Burt grinned.

"I don't think you two will be having much fun at all," came a sudden voice from behind them.

Burt and Clive both leapt to their feet, spinning around.

Alfred stood just inside the entrance to the warehouse, the firepoker in his hands and the slim black mask over his eyes. Batgirl's utilty belt was looped over his shoulder and her boots were in his other hand.

"Who are you?" Burt grunted.

"I am, apparently, this young woman's rescuer," Alfred declared. "I've already seen the chaise lounge you two ruffians stole in the back of your van just outside. Now I suggest that you both give up before I have to teach you a lesson in manners." He lifted the firepoker. "I don't mean to brag, but you should know I was quite the fencing champion back in my youth. Placed second in the Oxford fencing tournament."

"Fencing?" Clive frowned. "What the heck does fencing have to do with--aack!"

Clive's question was cut short as Alfred rushed him, whipping the firepoker through the air. The butler made a few deft strikes, and the taller man fell to the ground, a long, red gash appearing across his cheek.

Burt jumped back, his eyes on the poker.

"Care to have a taste of my metal as well?" Alfred chided the second thug.

"Come on man, let's get out of here," Clive yelled. He dashed for the doors, holding a hand to his injured cheek.

Burt followed quickly after him, the pair of them crashing outside and out of sight.

"Let that be a lesson for the both of you," Alfred shouted as the men retreated. He gave a satisfied grunt, then stretched his back with a grimace. "But perhaps a bit too rough for a man of my age. I really should do more stretching."

Alfred turned and approached Batgirl's sleeping form.

She was lying on her side on the mattress, her arms and legs still tied behind her back. A purple bra, a pair of purple panties, pantyhose, and a cowl were the only garments remaining on her body. The makeshift gag of boxers was still wedged firmly between her teeth, and her eyes were covered with the makeshift blindfold.

"Poor girl," Alfred tutted as he bent down beside her, dropping the boots and belt on the mattress. He licked his lips, then glanced back to make sure that no one else was in sight. "Batgirl?" He said softly. "Are you...asleep?"

Batgirl's only response was a soft, unintelligible murmur.

"Good, good," Alfred said. "Very good." He reached forward, running a finger across the swell of her bra. "Perhaps a moment's respite is in order. You certainly deserve it, my dear."

Batgirl gave a contented sigh.

Alfred smiled and gently cupped her left breast. His hand slid around behind her to give her buttocks a gentle squeeze.

"Ah yes, I admit it's been longer than I care to admit since I've seen a young woman in just her undergarments," Alfred said breathlessly. "But even then, never one so beautiful as you, Batgirl."

"Mmmmmm," Batgirl groaned softly. Her body squirmed slightly as she dreamed.

Alfred moved his hand down to her stockinged feet, caressing her shapely legs as he went. "Beautiful indeed," he murmured. "It would be a shame if your beauty sleep was interrupted so soon, wouldn't it?"

"Hmmmm," Batgirl moaned, arching her back slightly.

"I thought so," Alfred chuckled. His fingers brushed over her feet, then traveled back up her legs, moving toward her inner thighs. "Just keep on dreaming then, young miss. I'll take good care of you." His other hand caressed her breasts through the purple bra that she wore, squeezing and massaging her flesh.

Batgirl shifted in her sleep, her breath catching as she felt the butler's hands all over her body.

"Relax," Alfred whispered soothingly. "It's alright. It's alright. Just keep dreaming, my dear. Everything is fine." He slid his hands down to her buttocks, giving her rounded cheeks a firm squeeze.

He did feel a little guilty feeling Batgirl up like this, but at the same time this opportunity was one that he couldn't bear to miss. The young woman was gorgeous, and her body was simply stunning. Alfred would have had to be dead not to respond to such a vision. And he was certainly old, but he wasn’t dead yet.

Besides, she was fast asleep at the moment, so Alfred wasn't really hurting her. After all, she wouldn't remember any of this.

He was quite sure of that.

"There we are," he said softly as his fingers trailed along the edge of her purple panties. "Just relax, my dear. That's it. You just keep dreaming."

"Mmmmmm," Batgirl hummed in her sleep, her breathing slow and even.

Alfred stroked the side of her breast and kissed her neck. "Beautiful," he murmured.

"She sure is," came a snickering voice from behind Alfred.

Alfred rose painfully to his feet, the firepoker clutched in his hand.

Burt and Clive were back. Burt had a crowbar, and Clive had a pipe.

"Surprised, old man?" Clive snickered. "You didn't think we'd actually run off for good, did you?"

"I see," said Alfred. He straightened, then pushed up his sleeves. "Alright then, gentlemen. I will have to teach you another lesson, I see. En garde!"

Clive and Burt charged him, and Alfred raised the poker and prepared to defend himself.

This was going to be a challenge, and Alfred wasn't as young as he used to be.

But this was for Batgirl. He couldn’t afford to lose, even if it meant pushing himself to the limit.

Alfred leapt forward to meet the two thugs, his poker humming through the air as he swung it.

The warehouse was filled with the sounds of clanging metal, the shouts of the men, and the slap of feet on the warehouse floor.

Five minutes into the fight, Alfred was wheezing and sweating. He was too old for this, his body not the same as the young man who had placed second at the Oxford fencing tournament so many years ago.

He was holding his own, for the moment, but he needed a miracle if he was going to get out of this alive.


***


Batgirl slowly swam back to consciousness, the jarring sound of metal striking metal rousing her.

Her mind was groggy, swimming in warm syrup. She couldn't move, could barely think straight. She tried to speak, but her mouth was gagged.

Batgirl twisted over onto her side, flexing her bound body and grunting into her gag. Her hands and feet were hogtied behind her back. She wiggled, trying to push the blindfold off her eyes by rubbing her face against the mattress. It came loose after a couple of tries, and she blinked her eyes to clear her blurred vision.

She was in a warehouse. And Alfred was here too, desperately fighting two thugs. For the moment he was holding his own against them, but he looked like he was starting to flag.

Batgirl's mind labored to work. She must have been drugged somehow, and then kidnapped, though she couldn’t remember how any of it had actually happened. She looked down at herself and was shocked to realize that she had been stripped down to her bra and panties. Her cowl was still on, though.

She rolled over, and saw her utility belt a few feet away, next to her boots. She wiggled around, grunting as her body strained, and stretched her foot out.

Her toe caught the edge of the utility belt, and slowly, laboriously, Batgirl pulled the belt toward her.

There was a vial of acid in one of the pouches. If she could just get it open and get it on the ropes she could burn them off. But she couldn't really see what she was doing behind her back, and her hands and feet were bent awkwardly with the hogtie.

Batgirl moved her feet, her stockinged toes stretching and straining, and finally she managed to flick open the pocket on the belt.

The vial of acid rolled out onto the mattress.

Batgirl groaned as she strained to keep it from rolling off onto the floor, her foot stopping the vial just in time. All the while the sounds of desperate fighting echoed through the warehouse, and a quick glance showed Batgirl that Alfred was running out of time.

With a grunt, Batgirl flicked her toe up, and the cap on the vial came off. Acid began to seep out, and the ropes around her ankles smoked.

It took a few moments, but finally the ropes around Batgirl's ankles gave way, along with the rope attaching her ankles to her wrists.

Her feet were freed.

She was still gagged, and her wrists were bound behind her back, but she had use of her legs.

And Batgirl had always been at her best when she was kicking thugs.

Batgirl rolled over and struggled to her feet, her breasts bouncing in the tight purple bra she wore.

The two thugs had finally cornered Alfred, who was panting and red-faced. Both henchmen had their backs to Batgirl.

Batgirl leapt up and lashed out with a hard kick, striking Burt in the ribs.

Burt flew forward, crashing into Clive and knocking them both to the ground.

Alfred sagged against the wall, breathing hard.

"Nicely done, my dear," he gasped.

Batgirl grinned at him, then spun around, lashing out with a flurry of high kicks at the two stunned men. Even in stockinged feet, her kicks hit with the force of sledgehammers.

"Oof!" Burt grunted as a high kick struck him in the chest, knocking him back to the ground.

"Aaaagh!" Clive howled as a foot caught him under the chin, sending him sprawling back onto the floor as well.

Batgirl wanted to say something heroic, but the gag in her mouth was preventing her from doing anything but grunt.

"Let's get out of here!" Burt yelled. He grabbed Clive by the arm and half dragged him to his feet. The two raced towards the doors.

Batgirl gave as triumphant a pose as she could with her hands still tied behind her back.

Alfred limped over to her, holding his side. "Your time is impeccable, my dear. Here, let me get these off you." He tugged the makeshift gag out of her mouth.

"Thanks, Alfred," Batgirl said with a smile.

"No, no, thank you, young miss," Alfred said. He pulled a Batarang from her belt and cut her wrists free. “Five more minutes of that and I’m afraid I’d be paying a visit to Gotham General.”

"That's better," Batgirl said as she stretched. She turned around and bent over, rubbing her ankles and wrists.

Alfred blushed and glanced away from the young woman standing before him in just her undergarments. He pushed his glasses up on his nose. "Perhaps we should, eh, find your costume again?"

Batgirl laughed. "Oh, of course, Alfred. Sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable. It looks like those ruffians stripped me while I was unconscious." She put her hands on her supple hips. "But how on earth did they manage to kidnap me? I confess I don't remember much of what happened."

Alfred's blush deepened, and he kept his eyes turned away from Batgirl's magnificent body. "Well, if you recall, we were doing some experiments with chloroform. While you had succumbed to the effects of the drug, I'm afraid that those villains stole the chaise lounge you were reclining on, along with...ahem, well, yourself. They were posing as cleaners."

"Is that right?" Batgirl gave a determined nod. "Well, it looks like I need to pay them a little visit and do some cleaning of my own. With Batman and Robin out of town, it's up to Batgirl to bring those fiends to justice."

"Yes," Alfred said with a weak smile. "But if you'll forgive me, I think I need to retire back to Wayne Manor for a much needed rest."

"Oh, of course, Alfred!" Batgirl exclaimed. "Just let me get dressed and then we'll go."

Alfred gave a sigh of relief as Batgirl went back to the mattress, grabbing her discarded costume and pulling it on again.

Batgirl seemed to have no memory of Alfred chloroforming her when Aunt Harriet had arrived at Wayne Manor. And she seemed oblivious to everything he had done to her while she had been passed out.

It was all for the best, Alfred thought with a nod. After all, the beautiful young crimefighter didn't need to know everything that had happened.

And perhaps she would want to continue the experiments with chloroform another time.

Alfred pushed his glasses up and grabbed quick glances as Batgirl zipped up her costume and put on her boots.

He was already looking forward to the next round of experiments.

Batgirl picked up her utility belt, fastening it around her slender waist. She turned to Alfred. "Ready when you are, Alfred," she said.

"Certainly, my dear," Alfred nodded.

Together, they walked outside the warehouse and toward the waiting car.