Part 35
Batgirl is about to be lowered into the spinning thresher blades of the combine harvester, whilst Wonder Woman, still bound, is forced to look on helplessly, her only hope is that her attempt to persuade Hope to put the lasso on her sisters will finally succeed. But first the sisters plan to unmask the luckless young champion of justice…
Roughly, Faith and Hope have hauled Batgirl to her feet, tying the loose end of the rope binding her wrists to the end of the ratcheted chain hanging from the ceiling joist. Charity is now standing behind Batgirl, her hand on Batgirl’s forehead, forcing her head to arch back.
“All set Char.” Faith announced, before wandering over to stand beside her elder sister, getting the camera on her cell ready. “You gonna do the honours?”
“You bet your sweet ass I am!” Charity said with obvious relish. “Put your masks on girls.” The sisters donned their black domino masks.
“Start filming now, ok? Right...” She gestured Faith to move back from where Batgirl stood shakily on her feet, desperately twisting and turning her wrists to try and loosen her bonds but to no avail.
“We rollin’, they hatin’” quipped Faith. “We can post the vid on YouTube tomorrow”
“Good citizens of Gotham...but more especially the BAD citizens of Gotham…”Charity began as Hope and Faith sniggered, before she continued. “For too long, us hard working, law breaking criminals have lived in fear…fear of being suddenly ripped from the bosom of their criminal families and incarcerated…when all we have been trying to do is earn a dishonest living. “
“I’ll vote for you!” shouted Hope suddenly, earning a ‘Shush!’ and a withering look from Charity.
“As I was saying…” Charity glared at her for silence “we, the criminal underclass, have been persecuted, pursued and pounced on, by…by RODENTS, yes rodents ladies and gentlemen. No-good, high and mighty do-gooders who are so proud of their illegal activities in arresting us that THEY wear masks themselves!”
“Can you have a ‘no-good do-gooder?’” Hope whispered loudly to Charity who again glared at her. She guilty looked at the floor and wisely shut up.
“Well tonight, we’re gonna show you the face of one these bitches, right before we kill us a flying rat and whatever the hell she is supposed to be” Charity walked a few steps towards, and then waved a hand dismissively at, Wonder Woman, who sat struggling against her bonds on the floor. Faith swung her cellphone around to take in the Amazon, then swivelled back to Batgirl.
“Speed it up Char, cops’ll be here soon” Faith urged.
Charity walked back over to stand behind Batgirl, who was still struggling, obviously in pain from her side.
Batgirl winced and grimaced, her hands high above her head as Charity forced her cheek alongside Batgirl’s own, the criminals head sandwiched between Batgirls upper arm and her cowl.
“Ain’t this cosy….?” The elder sister asked her captive, as she placed her hands on the young law enforcer’s hips and pulled her butt back to press into her own pelvis. She smoothed her hands over the snug fitting purple fabric covering Batgirl’s hip bones, pressing tight on either side.
Batgirl could only try and pull further away but in her weakened state she was easily held fast. She looked sideways at her assailant, dreading the inevitable movement of the hands up her body. Charity smiled for the camera as she felt Batgirl writhe and recoil at her touch, as she slid her hands not up but down into the inviting ‘V’ of Batgirl’s groin.
“Leave her alone, you creeps!” cried Wonder Woman despairingly, her face a mask of anguish as she could only watch her ally molested.
Charity just laughed as her fingers teased into Batgirl’s sex, pressing hard into the cleft she could feel beneath the purple fabric “Ohhh, ya like that bitch? Well, much as I’m enjoying myself, we gotta hustle.” She slid her hands lightly up Batgirls body, the barest caress across the injured ribs causing the heroine to groan and sag visibly, but Charity didn’t linger. She instead sought out the firm roundness of the young woman’s proud breasts, her fingers squeezing them mercilessly and prompting Batgirl to suck air in sharply between her clenched teeth, as tearfully she tried to fight back the hurt.
Batgirl shut her eyes to the shame as she tried to concentrate , to focus on finding a way out of this mess she was in. But bound and outnumbered, there didn’t seem to be any means of escape.
“Well, folks , hate to leave you in suspense any longer. This is the face of the little witch who has been the bane of the criminal underworld for far too long.” She brought her hands up to again pull the head back by her forehead, before she gripped the cheek pieces of Batgirl’s mask, one in each hand. Batgirl frantically tried to shake and twist her head free of the grip, her eyes wide and desperate before the camera as her secret was about to be revealed for the first time. “Everybody, I give you Batgirl unmasked , none other than – “ she yanked back the cowl and mask from Batgirl’s desperately moving head, pulling the red haired wig free and letting Barbera’s own short dark locks fall about her shoulders, ripping the fabric loose at the jawline.
“ Commissioner Gordon’s daughter, Barbera! Of late an employee of the Gotham City Library, no less! And now, about to become just a late employee!” She grabbed Barbera beneath the chin and held her face up to Faith’s cell, as the crimefighter tried in vain to turn away.
Wonder Woman, saddened and disgusted to see her ally’s identity so cruelly exposed, tearfully looked away as Batgirl slumped in defeat and resignation, her legs sagging as she hung suspended from her wrists. Charity, laughing, finally allowed her to pull her head free. Not surprisingly, Batgirl hung her head in shame. Her chin at her chest as Charity paraded with the cowled mask before the cameras.
Charity walked over to the ratcheted hoist crank mounted on the pillar, tossing the mask lazily aside.
“Get you’re boney ass over here and give me a hand to get her up” the elder sister barked, prompting Faith and Hope to run over and grip the handle and start cranking. “NOT YOU GENIUS, YOU’RE FILMING THIS, REMEMBER?” she said exasperatedly to Faith.
“Sorry, Char, bit of a Hope moment” Faith said apologetically, stepping back and raising her cell once more.
“Don’t point it at US! Film her and the blades and shit!” Charity ordered, rolling her eyes. Faith duly pointed it at Batgirl’s slumped form, the spinning blades behind her.
The hoist had been designed so one man could change the harvester blades by cranking one up into position above the combine, then letting the weight drop on the ratcheted chain one link at a time, so it would slowly be lowered and he had time to guide and then fix it in position. The two sisters started to crank the handle like maniacs, swiftly hauling the spinning body of the young crimefighter up into position high above the blades in seconds. Batgirl writhed and struggled as her body swung, the speed of her ascent forcing her to lift her thighs and feet up to avoid the blades prematurely as her body swung precariously towards them, the rotating steel snicking at the ends of her cape like a hungry, snapping alligator. The pain ripping through her was immense as her arms stretched, baring her weight but extending her torso and injured ribs, the frantic actions to avoid the blades making it worse. When her legs finally came above the level of the blades, she allowed them to dangle briefly, as she got her breath back, as she had no idea how much time they would allow her. The blades were roughly chest height above the ground and they had hauled her up almost to the ceiling of the barn, meaning her dangling purple boots were around 5 feet above the lethal steel. She craned her head around desperately trying to pierce the gloom for something, anything that might provide a means of escape. But she could find nothing. No matter. She had come up with one idea, she would just have to try it and see. As she had hung her head in supposed shame, she had actually been picking out a favourable spot to land, assuming the plan she was about to try worked.
She could taste the petrol fumes from the engine powering the blades, the acrid smoke filling her nostrils as she finally came to a stop and the sisters held her there a moment, braced against the crank handle to keep her suspended. Left alone for a moment, Wonder Woman, her upper body tightly bound but her legs free, struggled to rise. But just as she had managed to get one exquisite thigh beneath herself and was about to rise to one knee, Hope dashed back to her and, planting a boot on her shoulder, pushed her back to the floor.
“Stop this, Hope!” hissed Wonder Woman.” You are wearing the belt and have the golden lasso-“
“You mean the ‘Rope -of-Trrruuuuuuuuth’” Hope said.
“YES! Yes the Lasso of Truth! And my belt, YOU can be the hero! YOU can save her, like in the movies!” Wonder Woman tried to keep her voice low.
Hope looked at her sceptically. “I don’t think so…Char would be really mad…she broked Char’s nose, ya know?”
“I know. But listen, having that belt, that makes you a hero, just like me, and Batgirl. You can be one of the good guys! And you can save Batgirl just by tying it around Charity and Faith, then untie –“
“What the hell she yakkin’ about, Hope? Shut the bitch up and stand back , less ya wanna get splattered!” Faith called.
“I don’t want to get splatted! Why they gonna splat me?” she whispered to Wonder Woman, “I aint done nothin’! They are always doin’ stuff on me when I ain’t done squat...”
“Use the Lasso!” Wonder Woman urged as she struggled against the old ropes. They were worn and stretched slightly but without her belt she could not break them. “I-its your chance to get them back for everything they’ve ever done to you!”
“Like when they burst my magic balloons?” Said Hope. “They had all pretty clouds and swirly colours and they popped them. ‘Cept they said they didn’t but I know they did…”
Wonder Woman didn’t have a clue what the young girl was talking about, but given the circumstances, she decided to run with it.
“Yes! Like your balloons, you can tie them in the rope and find out who really burst them!” urged the Amazon, desperately.
“Hope, goddammit, shut the fuck up chatting with that bitch an’ get on this crank handle, I gotta film this on my cell.” Faith ordered.
“We was just talking about my magic balloons, you remember the swirly coloured ones…” said Hope as she wandered over to Charity.
“What? Oh shit, that was like ten, twelve years ago! And Hope, they weren’t balloons…. They were Trojans!” Charity was laughing, “the swirls after you blew them up was the spermicidal lubricant! Oh, you stupid bitch! That’s priceless!”
As her elder sister mocked her, Hope reached a fateful decision. As Charity let go of the crank handle and the ratchet started to lower Batgirl down to the blades, she doubled up laughing. Hope seized her chance and quickly looped the golden lasso around her older sister. But to Wonder Woman’s dismay she only tied it around Charity, Faith was still free. Never the less she felt that she had to try and make her play now. As Charity went rigid under the spell of the lasso Wonder Woman tried to use its mind controlling powers to help Batgirl.
“Charity Grace you will only obey my voice from now on! Listen to me, you mu-“ but Faith swung a leather thigh-high boot to her jaw which sent her sprawling backwards with a groan.
“Whoa! No ya don’t, Wonder tits!” cried Faith as her foot connected.
Batgirl meanwhile had problems of her own. As she started on her ratcheted descent, her own body weight was lowering her to her doom. With an enormous effort of will she pulled herself up, gripping the rope with her hands and bending her elbows. Tied at the wrists but with her hands loose, she could gain no leverage to climb the rope, but managed to pull her head and neck up to be level with her hands. Pushing up her chin and desperately ignoring the pain in her side she managed to unclasp her kevlar cape with her fingers before she could hold position no longer and she slumped down fully extended once more, the sudden jerk forcing three more chain links through the ratchet, dropping her down so now she was just some two and a half feet above the blades. Clutching the cape in her fingers she grimaced as she glanced down the length of her body. She would only have one shot at this and she knew it.
Every second or two she was dropping another inch or two lower, She hoped she could drop the tough fabric through the rusty steel blades where it would jam the mechanism rotating them. She then hoped to swing her body straining the old rope until it snapped and she could jump to safety. But time was not a luxury she had. She carefully let go of her cape and watched it fall passed the length of her body - only to gaze in despair as it merely wrapped itself around one of the spinning thresher blades. The spinning metal was moving too quickly and as they hit the cape with no resistance behind it, it merely folded itself around the steel. Batgirl closed her eyes in despair as she was now only two feet or so above the lethal harvester.
Faith looked down contemptuously at the fallen Amazon, who still bound, she decided was no threat. She cast a glance at the frozen Charity, smiled mischievously and then turned back to filming Batgirl, addressing Hope as she did so. “Leave her like that a sec Hope, we’ll just see this dangling do-gooder off and then, well, I’m sure we can come up with a few questions for ol’ Char there.”
Batgirl swallowed hard. She knew she had little time, perhaps just a few seconds left. The rope, old and mouldy , might snap at any moment. Any attempt by her to move her body was an agonising torment thanks to her injured side. But she knew too, that she must move it or die. She took a deep breath and held it, using it to focus , to minimise the pain from both her wounded knee, her knicked ankle and her ribcage. She could feel the adrenalin coursing through her – nothing quite like the rush you get from a near death escape. She just had to come up with the escape part now. She gripped the rope with one hand and stretched up with the other as far as she could, gripping with it a mere centimetre above the first, she repeated the process, but it became immediately apparent that if she was climbing at the rate of two centimetres but dropping at the rate of three inches, it would do no good. She felt the spinning blades snick at the back of her heels, bucking her legs forward. This was pretty bad. Nothing else for it, she decided. She kicked back with her heels, but, with her legs relaxed and the impact with the blades knocking them forward, she was able to swing her legs up to her waist, her thighs a sweet curving expanse of flesh beneath the tight purple clothing.
“Oh, this is it!” cried Faith excitedly, expecting at any moment to see the spray of blood, before a more surprised “Oh!” escaped her as she saw Batgirl’s legs swing up. Batgirl repeated the process, this time the blades hitting just below her heel but with much more force, but in doing so allowing Batgirl to swing her legs further. Holding the rope, praying it would hold her weight, Batgirl swung her legs all the way up to grip it between her ankles and coiled her leg around it, trapping it between her knees. She gripped it fiercely between her thighs, every inch of her body screaming in agony as now she hung upside down with her head above the rotating steel. But her actions caused several of the links to slip through the ratchet, dropping her inexorably lower. She needed all her gymnastic training now. She looked down, her hair falling towards the deadly metal, feeling it brushed by the blades. As she supported her whole weight with her legs and reaffirmed her grip with her hands higher up , she created a dead loop of rope now hanging down below her hands. She held the rope firmly and then pushed up with her arms whilst at the same time she bent her knees, pulling herself up before relaxing , quickly straightening her legs and then gripping again with her ankles higher up. She realised to her horror that her feet were now at the chain and her hold started to slip. She gripped even harder with her thighs and , now that she had managed to pull her head back, above the level of the loop of dead rope that her efforts had created, she was able to hold the rope down towards the blades.
Faith was still filming but rather than looking at her screen she was mesmerised by the drama unfolding in the room before her. As the blades sliced through the looped rope cutting it cleanly and freeing her, Batgirl gripped the rope and kicked back away from it with her legs, landing dexterously clear of the blades with an “Ooof!” as she sank to one knee. She rose with a grim look of determination on her face that said “Don’t mess with me” as she pulled her hand clear of the rope that was binding her.
Wonder Woman, still slightly groggy from Faith’s blow, had watched the young crimefighter’s efforts with admiration, and now said, almost absent mindedly, to the room, “Isn’t she magnificent?”
Charity, still bound by the lasso of truth was compelled to answer. “Yes. Yes , she is.”
Faith was equally impressed, but more so alarmed by the fearsome warrior of law and order that now stood before her. She stood frozen, open mouthed as Hope started to applaud.
Finally, in the distance, the faint wail of sirens could be heard approaching the farm, Batgirl smiled a malevolent smile as she addressed Hope and Faith.
“Now……Who wants a piece of me?” she said as she beckoned them towards her.
The GRACE ESCAPE - a Batgirl Wonder Woman story
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Re: The GRACE ESCAPE - a Batgirl Wonder Woman story
Missed her by that much. Great cliff hanger with fight two barely standing heroines or flee to torment them another day taking with Wonder Woman's belt and lasso.
I'm hoping for flee and then another story.
I'm hoping for flee and then another story.
Re: The GRACE ESCAPE - a Batgirl Wonder Woman story
great chapter, by the way we are at the end of this excellent saga
Re: The GRACE ESCAPE - a Batgirl Wonder Woman story
Part 36
Batgirl, unmasked, has finally slipped her bonds and jumped clear of the harvester blades as the police sirens are heard in the distance. Hope has been duped into binding her older sister Charity with Wonder Woman’s lasso, now she and the Amazon look on as Batgirl faces Faith…
Faith matched Batgirl’s malevolent smile with one of her own but she had been in enough prison brawls to know when to wait and watch your opponent, so she made no attempt to advance. Batgirl had put tremendous strain on her tortured body in her escape attempt and now as she stood in a fighting stance to face Hope and Faith, she started to pay the price.
Wonder Woman, still bound, was looking on in open admiration at the young girl which rapidly turned to concern. As she watched, Batgirl’s jaw clenched tight as she fought the rising tide of pain that threatened to engulf her. As she struggled to hold her fighting pose, sweat formed on her brow, a vein throbbing at her temple as her unmasked face revealed the truth of her situation. She started to sway slowly as she struggled to remain upright, her vision swam and she blinked profusely to clear her sight. Faith saw all this with grim amusement. Still she waited and it was only when Batgirl took a shakey step forward to steady herself, that the criminal launched her attack. When it came, it was not with her raised fists but two swinging kicks, alternating her legs, aiming for Batgirls lower ribs. Batgirl was up to the assault, but barely, deftly skipping back on her toes and blocking first one kick then the other with both her forearms. Faith immediately followed with a straight left which Batgirl dodged with a sway, then blocked Faith’s right with her left arm before landing an open handed strike with the heel of her hand to Faith’s chin.
“OOooffff!” Faith cried as she took a half step back, no longer smiling. But the struggle had taken a toll on Batgirl too.
“NNNnnngh-huh-huh…huh” Batgirl cried, grimacing tearfully and gripping her side as she fought for breath.
Faith straightened but Batgirl remained doubled up. She barely managed to rise slightly, staying in a semi crouched position looking up at her enemy through the tousled fringe of her dark hair.
“Ya know Hope, any time you wanna pitch in, feel free”. Faith addressed her sister sarcastically.
“No thanks, I’m good.” Said Hope, oblivious to Faith’s real meaning.
Faith shook her head, exasperatedly. But then she saw that Batgirl was obviously in trouble.
“’Who wants a piece of me?’ wasn’t it you said? Well darlin’ , I’ll take a piece of you any day. I’ve had me a squeeze of that peachy ass of yours, and I’ve tasted them sweet, sweet tits, kissed me them lovely luscious lips you got there. Hell, I’ve even been where no man has gone before!” She laughed. “But right now , the piece of you I really want, is your head on a fucking stick!”
With those words she launched a ferocious flurry of kicks , all of which Batgirl struggled to parry, followed by an equally ferocious left- right combination punch which, though Batgirl managed to block it, forced the young crimefighter backwards, towards the still spinning blades of the combine.
“BATGIRL!” Wonder Woman cried in warning as she struggled to one knee.
The young crimefighter gasped and groaned desperately as she was forced backwards. With tremendous cost she managed to duck below a haymaker from Faith, took a step back and swung her leg around in a flying roundhouse. Inevitably, with her injuries, her timing was way off, her foot barely connecting with Faith’s chest and rather than landing a powerful blow, she just managed a weak, feeble push back that Faith took comfortably in her stride.
She laughed, mocking Batgirl’s efforts. “That all ya got, honey? Hell, I’ve fought flies that gave me more trouble when I tried to nail ‘em than you!” she paused catching her breath, and again watching the champion of justice suffer as she struggled to hold position.
Once again the pain washed over Batgirl as she swayed, her vision blurring. She tried desperately to stay focussed, to stay on her feet, but after everything her young body had been through she could stand it no longer.
As Faith watched with glee and Wonder Woman gazed with despair, the brave champion of Gotham rocked forwards , staggering to steady herself. Faith cruelly stepped forward as if to strike , forcing Batgirl to raise her hands to try and defend herself. In her weakened state it was all she could do to bring her arms up to protect herself. She struggled to hold them in position for the attack that never came. Faith slowly lowered her raised fists as she saw the strength sap slowly from the law upholders’ battered body. Batgirl’s head started to sway, followed by her upper body. She shifted position again to steady herself, but this time she did not have the strength to hold it. With a shuddering gasp and clutching her ribs with her right hand, she sank to her knees, pitching forward onto her left hand to support her weight. Faith stood before her triumphantly, hands on her trim hips, looking down, then cast a quick glance at the still spinning blades. With great difficulty Batgirl raised her head to look tearfully at the criminal before her. The next blow would send her spinning backwards, into the blades, but she was spent; her injuries made any movement a searing journey of agony for her; she could take no more, and she could do no more. She was defenceless now to stop it, all her strength going on the increasingly difficult struggle just to breathe.
As the sirens drew closer Faith drew back her foot to deliver the deadly blow. Help would arrive too late. But as she swung her foot forward Wonder Woman, still bound, charged into her with a body check that caught Faith off balance, sending her sprawling sideways.
“Shit!” she cried as she fell backwards across the floor. “Hope! Get the bitch!”
Wonder Woman stood purposefully between Batgirl and the sisters, her upper arms still bound as she continued to try and flex her arms to break the old rope.
“Um, the cops are pretty much outside. Shouldn’t we be like, getting away or something?” Hope offered tentatively.
“Crap!” Faith said, as she could hear the first cruisers starting to enter the farmyard. “Screw this! Hope , make for the bikes!” she shouted as she rose.
“Should I bring Char? She’s still all kinda stiff an’quiet…”
“What? Oh god yes! Yes bring her! And for chrissakes untie her as we go!” Faith ran for the doorway waving for Hope to follow, calling over her shoulder, “ You are two lucky bitches! Next time we meet, I’m gonna enjoy putting you down for good!”
“C’mon, Char!” Hope lead her by the lasso as if she were a horse trotting her after Faith , even making a clicking noise as she went to encourage her sister.
As they finally disappeared through the doorway, Batgirl collapsed completely, retching up saliva and bile as she took several huge whooping breaths. Her forehead sank to touch the floor as her exhausted body started to shut down.
Wonder Woman, still bound, crouched urgently before her. “Batgirl! BATGIRL! Stay with me! You have to stay focussed! Just a little longer! They are getting away! They know our identities and they have my belt and lasso! I’ve got to catch them! You have to untie me! Please, stay with me. Concentrate, I know you’ve been through a lot, but just for a few seconds more! Please, quickly!” Wonder Woman’s plaintive cry penetrated Batgirl’s waning consciousness.
As Batgirl fumbled feebly with Wonder Woman’s bonds the voices that carried from outside told the story of the Grace’s escape attempt.
“Hope! NOT THAT WAY THAT’S- JESUS CHRIST!”
“FREEZE LADIES!”
“That’s Jesus Christ? I thought he’d be taller, with a beard an’ stuff. And why is he dressed like a cop?”
“Grab some sky girl’s , I won’t ask again!”
“Well, ok, but only ‘cos you’re Jesus. I’ll try, but it’s really high up, I don’t think I can reach it…”
“DON’T SHOOT OFFICER! She’s kinda simple minded. Believe me, I’ve had lots of reasons to shoot her in my time…”
“Okay , hands where I can see ‘em, nice an’ slow, hit the dirt, face down , arms out. You too …Shit! What you done to her , huh? Tie her up then beat her black an’ blue you sick psychos? Huh? That what you’re up to?”
“Ain’t like that Officer Jesus, she’s our sister…”
While events unfolded outside, Batgirl was struggling to stay awake. “Ca-can’t focus…”
“BATGIRL! BATGIRL, PLEASE! Stay with me! Just a few seconds more, please!” Wonder Woman urged.
“C-can’t….”she gasped weakly.
“Just a few seconds more! Please Batgirl, be strong! I know you can do it! Quickly, please!” Wonder Woman cried desperately. Then she finally felt some give in the rope and this time when she flexed her arms they started to pull free.
“That-a-girl!” Wonder Woman encouraged as she pulled her arms free, but as she turned around she saw Batgirl had collapsed, rolling onto her back, her forearms up in the air, her head rolling slowly from side to side.
“D-don’t…don’t…let them …see….me…” she said weakly as she gasped for air. “Don’t let…them…see me…like this”
Wonder Woman was momentarily torn between rushing outside to retrieve her magic items or preserving Barbara Gordon’s secret identity from the police officers about to enter. Then she had a flash of inspiration.
She rose and called out as she ran for the door “Officers! Officers , don’t shoot, this is Wonder Woman, I’m coming outside!” She ran through the doorway, temporarily blinded by the headlights of a cruiser as more police were arriving.
“Easy lady! Oh , its definitely her…” said the lead patrolman, before whispering to his partner “I’d know that rack anywhere…”
Wonder Woman ignored him, running up to where a patrolman was about to untie Charity.
“No wait! ‘Cuff her first, she’s the ringleader. Get these two up!” Wonder Woman commanded, seizing the lasso and watching as the protesting younger sisters, already handcuffed, were hauled to their feet.
“NOBODY ENTER THE BARN!” Wonder Woman commanded. “Move back it could be rigged to blow!”
“What? There ain’t no b-“Faith began before Wonder Woman looped the trailing strands around Hope and her sister.
“Move everybody back , officer, I’m gonna use the rope of truth on these girls to help me defuse any devices that might be in there!” Wonder Woman said. She hated to lie but told herself it was the lesser of evils, necessary to preserve her and Batgirl’s identity in the fight against crime.
The police duly threw a cordon around the barn as one of the officers called “The Chiefs on his way, I’ve sent out a call for the bomb squad”
“Err, thank you Officer. I think I can handle it.”
“Anyone else inside?” a patrolman asked.
“Yes…” Wonder Woman thought desperately, “they kidnapped Barbara Gordon, she’s inside.”
“Holy shit! The Commissioner’s daughter? I’d best let him and the Chief know. She okay? I’ll see how far out the Bomb squad are…”
“She’s okay, I think, best get an ambulance to treat her for shock, I’ll go release her and defuse any devices. But everyone stay back until I give the word. Notify me if the bomb squad get here” Wonder Woman lead the villainous trio back inside.
“ Nobody come in until I make sure it’s safe!” she called before closing the barn door.
She looked around the gloomy interior for Batgirl, but she had gone. She looked more closely and spotted her just crawling slowly out of sight behind the combine harvester. Securing the three sisters, she ran to her.
“Do-don’t look at me!” Batgirl cried, turning her exposed face away. She had at least recovered slightly in the brief respite she had.
“Batgirl! Barbara…it’s me Wonder Woman. The police are still outside, your father and the police Chief are on their way.”
“NO! No...”she cried tearfully. “They can’t see me like this…”
“It’s okay, its okay. You’re badly injured, you need hospital treatment. If you put your cowl back on your secret would come out during the examination. You need medical help. I think I know how you can get it. One second” She helped Batgirl out from behind the harvester. Then she ran over to the doorway and called out “Officers, I’m gonna destroy a detonator, you may hear a small bang and see a flash of light. It’s nothing to be alarmed about”.
She closed the door, then retrieved her belt from Hope, strapping it on. She stood clear of the sisters, braced her feet then started to twirl. There was a brilliant flash of light and a loud rippling bang . In the aftermath stood Diana Prince , complete with glasses, trench coat, velvet jacket, long skirt, polo neck jumper and boots.
Batgirl frowned in bewilderment as Diana Prince shouted. “That was the detonator Officers, everything is fine, stay back, there will be another one going off in a few minutes!” Diana Prince smiled as she received the acknowledgement from outside as she slipped out of the coat and jacket and started to unzip the skirt. ”Here, put these on”.
“But…how?” Batgirl asked bewildered.
“Er, it’s a Amazonian-magic kinda thing, like the lasso of truth” Diana said awkwardly. “You change out of your costume into these and I’ll then change back into Wonder Woman. Then Barbara Gordon can go to the hospital after all!” She said triumphantly, stepping out of the skirt, slipping it slowly down her smooth thighs.
“I’ll hide your costume under the trenchcoat, and take it with me. No one will ever know”
“Except them…” Barbara gestured at the Grace sisters.
“You leave them to me. I can command them to forget what they know about both of us using the power of that lasso” Wonder Woman said smiling. ”This time I will do a more thorough job of it”
Batgirl froze. “You …you can command them…people… to forget what they know…using that rope?”
Diana tensed “Yes.” She said tersely, her smile gone.
“Y-you….you used that on me, didn’t you? The first time…in the warehouse…y-you played with my mind! MY MEMORY! Why? Why?!!” Batgirl, wounded to the core by the revelation, asked tearfully.
Diana swallowed hard. “I’m so sorry. I had to. They had tortured you. Once you knew my secret identity, the danger was that if you were captured in the future by criminal gangs you might reveal it under torture. But also….they…they did traumatic things to you…I …I was trying to help by making you forget what had happened, what they did to you…” Wonder Woman too had tears in her eyes.
“I’m just so, so sorry…”
“They…they raped me, didn’t they? As they did today….” Batgirl said with a lump in her throat.
Wonder Woman, ashamed, nodded, head down.
Batgirl blinked back the tears. She stared off into the dark recesses of the ceiling of the barn, biting her top lip. “Well…Diana…I know your secret again. I guess…I guess you’d better use that thing on me again.” She forced a brave smile.
“I-I couldn’t ask that of you, not again…” Diana stammered.
“I know. Which is why I’m volunteering this time. I would have last time, if you had asked me. Or did I and you just made me forget that I did?” Batgirl smiled weakly.
Diana felt awful. “No. No I..I forced you last time…But I can’t…I can’t do it to you again.”
“You must. Logically, nothing is different. But this time…this time I do it willingly.” Batgirl looked tearfully at Diana Prince. “Does it hurt? I’m a baby when it comes to pain…” Batgirl smiled.
“I think we both know that ain’t true” Diana smiled. She helped Batgirl slip out of the bodysuit, calling out reassurances to the officers outside that all was well periodically. It was a slow and painful process, peeling it back from the ugly bruising around her ribs. Batgirl’s breathing was becoming more ragged.
“My…my Batcycle…?” Batgirl asked, wondering how it could be recovered.
“I can tell the police that Batgirl was here, and helped me, but she left and asked that they take her bike to the Police pound for safekeeping as she was in pursuit of another felon. She would contact them with instructions, something like that, then when you are ready just get hold of the Chief – he’s due here any minute I can tell him directly”.
“Chief O’Hairy , you mean” Batgirl smiled. Diana looked quizzically at her. “It’s really chief O’Hara, but him and my daddy have been friends for years, he used to bounce me on his knee. I always think of him as O’Hairy. Used to call him that when he used to tease me.” Batgirl explained.
Diana smiled. She helped Barbara into the skirt whilst she was now in her underwear, this time calling out to the officers with slightly more urgency lest one of them enter and see her like this.
She then twirled again, and this time the flash and bang revealed the statuesque Amazonian beauty.
The clothes were ridiculously big for Barbara. But it was all they had. “We’ll say they stole them for you as they abducted you in your night clothes” Wonder Woman declared.
“Works for me.” Barbara answered.
Wonder Woman gathered up the trailing end of the lasso and pulled it tighter around the three felons, increasing its power. She issued her commands to the sisters to forget all references they had heard and seen to the identity of the crimefighters and their molesting of them. Instead she added a fictitious story about how they had abducted Barbara Gordon from her home. Again, she wasn’t too thrilled at the lie, but it was necessary. Finally she convinced the girls to dismiss any anomalies in the evening without question. They had simply been surprised by Batgirl and Wonder Woman, and Barbara had sustained her cracked ribs when the roof collapsed on her as she attempted an escape.
Again she felt uneasy about the abduction story, but apart from actually taking Barbara, they had held them both prisoner, threatened and then attempted to kill them, so she saw it as a necessary evil.
She removed the Batbelts from the two elder Grace sisters. She then commanded the sisters to file outside one at a time, which they did, meekly allowing themselves to be loaded into a waiting PD meat wagon as Wonder Woman followed them out. “Just a few more minutes, officers, I’m just helping Barbara with a personal matter. I’ll bring her out when I’m ready, in just a few minutes.”
Satisfied she turned to Barbara.”Are you sure?”
Barbara nodded. “Can you retrieve the other utility belt items from the other barn? I guess I need you to hold on to them for me for a while. One more thing…in the belt buckle…there are cameras and mikes to be used for evidence. I guess….I guess you’d best wipe them.”
Wonder Woman nodded seriously.”I’ll deliver these – “ she shook the belts “back to your apartment”. Then she slowly looped the golden thread around the wounded young woman.
She commanded Barbara to forget all she had known about Wonder Woman’s identity, and equally the sexual assault she had suffered. If ever she had any doubts about events she would dismiss them. In terms of the supposed abduction…she would remember nothing.
Satisfied, Wonder Woman called the all clear, helping Barbara out first, just as her father, the Commissioner pulled up. Wonder Woman, carrying Batgirl’s costume, cape, boots and cowl wrapped in the trench coat followed her out.
“Commissioner. Chief O’Hairy-Hara! O’Hara, I’m so sorry Chief! Barbara here, was just telling me how you used to tease her.” Wonder Woman shook hands formally, slightly embarrassed by her slip of the tongue. ”Brave girl you got there Commissioner. I think Batgirl was impressed with her too.”
Inside the Police Wagon, the Grace sisters sat, hands cuffed behind their backs, Hope opposite her two older sisters, two guards in the separate drivers cab. As the truck pulled away, Charity extended her jaw and blew upwards, trying to dislodge a rogue hair that was dangling down onto her nose, irritating it.
“PPPPHHHHHHTTTTT! Goddammit! This thing is getting on my nerves!”
“Well this is a crock.”Faith said. “Why the hell did we have to go gunning for Batgirl and Wonder Woman anyways? We were doin’ ok robbing jewellery stores and banks. And anyone know why the hell we kidnapped the Commissioner’s daughter? That was always gonna bring us a shit storm an’ no mistake. Oh well , no matter.”
“PPPPHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!PPPPHHHTTT! God damn thing! Look don’t worry, we’re gonna be just fine. Ya know why? I’ll tell ya. We got two male cops driving that’s why. We still have our assets –“ she threw a glance down at her ample cleavage-“ we just gotta lure ‘em back here , get out of these cuffs, jump ‘em and escape”
“Oh yeah, easy.” Faith said drily.
“PPPPHHHHTTTTT” Bastard hair!” Charity cried.
“Let me help ya with that, Char.” Hope reached forward and hooked the offending hair back into place with her middle finger then sat back.
“Thanks kiddo.” Charity said , and meant it. “We just need a ruse. Faith, you could faint or something? Then we make a noise, lure them back here, promise the guys we’ll let them cop a feel if they help you, then whammo! We clobber them somehow.”
“It’s a bit vague, Char” said Faith dubiously, looking at the heavily bruised and swollen face of her elder sister and finding it hard to imagine her seducing the guards.
“I got an idea!” Hope put up her hand for permission to speak.
“Not now! Okay Faith, what you got then?” Charity asked.
“I got diddly squat.” Said Faith
“Please can I say? Please!” said Hope.
“Sure. Why not? Let’s listen to the master plan from the kid who still puts her hand up to speak…Puts her hand up to speak? Hope! Hope, you ain’t cuffed!”
“Oh I was, I picked it. I always keep a hairclip at the back of my belt as well as one in my hair. If I get handcuffed in front I can use the one in my hair. It they cuff me behind my back I use the one on my belt. It’s so small they always miss the one on the belt”.
“That’s….that’s smart Hope.” Faith said rather incredulously.
“Yeah, so my idea was that I unpick your cuffs too and then we escape.”
“That’s great! We make a noise, get the guards back here and er…jump ‘em I guess.” Charity said.
“Or…we use this little doofer marked ‘Batsleep‘ that I found hidden in my boobies. I’m not sure what it does though….so what do ya think?” she held up the tiny canister.
The older sisters looked at each other wide eyed.
“That’s….that’s a pretty cool idea Hope…it might just work at that” said Faith. The three sisters smiled at each other , though only two of them knew why.
The END.
Batgirl, unmasked, has finally slipped her bonds and jumped clear of the harvester blades as the police sirens are heard in the distance. Hope has been duped into binding her older sister Charity with Wonder Woman’s lasso, now she and the Amazon look on as Batgirl faces Faith…
Faith matched Batgirl’s malevolent smile with one of her own but she had been in enough prison brawls to know when to wait and watch your opponent, so she made no attempt to advance. Batgirl had put tremendous strain on her tortured body in her escape attempt and now as she stood in a fighting stance to face Hope and Faith, she started to pay the price.
Wonder Woman, still bound, was looking on in open admiration at the young girl which rapidly turned to concern. As she watched, Batgirl’s jaw clenched tight as she fought the rising tide of pain that threatened to engulf her. As she struggled to hold her fighting pose, sweat formed on her brow, a vein throbbing at her temple as her unmasked face revealed the truth of her situation. She started to sway slowly as she struggled to remain upright, her vision swam and she blinked profusely to clear her sight. Faith saw all this with grim amusement. Still she waited and it was only when Batgirl took a shakey step forward to steady herself, that the criminal launched her attack. When it came, it was not with her raised fists but two swinging kicks, alternating her legs, aiming for Batgirls lower ribs. Batgirl was up to the assault, but barely, deftly skipping back on her toes and blocking first one kick then the other with both her forearms. Faith immediately followed with a straight left which Batgirl dodged with a sway, then blocked Faith’s right with her left arm before landing an open handed strike with the heel of her hand to Faith’s chin.
“OOooffff!” Faith cried as she took a half step back, no longer smiling. But the struggle had taken a toll on Batgirl too.
“NNNnnngh-huh-huh…huh” Batgirl cried, grimacing tearfully and gripping her side as she fought for breath.
Faith straightened but Batgirl remained doubled up. She barely managed to rise slightly, staying in a semi crouched position looking up at her enemy through the tousled fringe of her dark hair.
“Ya know Hope, any time you wanna pitch in, feel free”. Faith addressed her sister sarcastically.
“No thanks, I’m good.” Said Hope, oblivious to Faith’s real meaning.
Faith shook her head, exasperatedly. But then she saw that Batgirl was obviously in trouble.
“’Who wants a piece of me?’ wasn’t it you said? Well darlin’ , I’ll take a piece of you any day. I’ve had me a squeeze of that peachy ass of yours, and I’ve tasted them sweet, sweet tits, kissed me them lovely luscious lips you got there. Hell, I’ve even been where no man has gone before!” She laughed. “But right now , the piece of you I really want, is your head on a fucking stick!”
With those words she launched a ferocious flurry of kicks , all of which Batgirl struggled to parry, followed by an equally ferocious left- right combination punch which, though Batgirl managed to block it, forced the young crimefighter backwards, towards the still spinning blades of the combine.
“BATGIRL!” Wonder Woman cried in warning as she struggled to one knee.
The young crimefighter gasped and groaned desperately as she was forced backwards. With tremendous cost she managed to duck below a haymaker from Faith, took a step back and swung her leg around in a flying roundhouse. Inevitably, with her injuries, her timing was way off, her foot barely connecting with Faith’s chest and rather than landing a powerful blow, she just managed a weak, feeble push back that Faith took comfortably in her stride.
She laughed, mocking Batgirl’s efforts. “That all ya got, honey? Hell, I’ve fought flies that gave me more trouble when I tried to nail ‘em than you!” she paused catching her breath, and again watching the champion of justice suffer as she struggled to hold position.
Once again the pain washed over Batgirl as she swayed, her vision blurring. She tried desperately to stay focussed, to stay on her feet, but after everything her young body had been through she could stand it no longer.
As Faith watched with glee and Wonder Woman gazed with despair, the brave champion of Gotham rocked forwards , staggering to steady herself. Faith cruelly stepped forward as if to strike , forcing Batgirl to raise her hands to try and defend herself. In her weakened state it was all she could do to bring her arms up to protect herself. She struggled to hold them in position for the attack that never came. Faith slowly lowered her raised fists as she saw the strength sap slowly from the law upholders’ battered body. Batgirl’s head started to sway, followed by her upper body. She shifted position again to steady herself, but this time she did not have the strength to hold it. With a shuddering gasp and clutching her ribs with her right hand, she sank to her knees, pitching forward onto her left hand to support her weight. Faith stood before her triumphantly, hands on her trim hips, looking down, then cast a quick glance at the still spinning blades. With great difficulty Batgirl raised her head to look tearfully at the criminal before her. The next blow would send her spinning backwards, into the blades, but she was spent; her injuries made any movement a searing journey of agony for her; she could take no more, and she could do no more. She was defenceless now to stop it, all her strength going on the increasingly difficult struggle just to breathe.
As the sirens drew closer Faith drew back her foot to deliver the deadly blow. Help would arrive too late. But as she swung her foot forward Wonder Woman, still bound, charged into her with a body check that caught Faith off balance, sending her sprawling sideways.
“Shit!” she cried as she fell backwards across the floor. “Hope! Get the bitch!”
Wonder Woman stood purposefully between Batgirl and the sisters, her upper arms still bound as she continued to try and flex her arms to break the old rope.
“Um, the cops are pretty much outside. Shouldn’t we be like, getting away or something?” Hope offered tentatively.
“Crap!” Faith said, as she could hear the first cruisers starting to enter the farmyard. “Screw this! Hope , make for the bikes!” she shouted as she rose.
“Should I bring Char? She’s still all kinda stiff an’quiet…”
“What? Oh god yes! Yes bring her! And for chrissakes untie her as we go!” Faith ran for the doorway waving for Hope to follow, calling over her shoulder, “ You are two lucky bitches! Next time we meet, I’m gonna enjoy putting you down for good!”
“C’mon, Char!” Hope lead her by the lasso as if she were a horse trotting her after Faith , even making a clicking noise as she went to encourage her sister.
As they finally disappeared through the doorway, Batgirl collapsed completely, retching up saliva and bile as she took several huge whooping breaths. Her forehead sank to touch the floor as her exhausted body started to shut down.
Wonder Woman, still bound, crouched urgently before her. “Batgirl! BATGIRL! Stay with me! You have to stay focussed! Just a little longer! They are getting away! They know our identities and they have my belt and lasso! I’ve got to catch them! You have to untie me! Please, stay with me. Concentrate, I know you’ve been through a lot, but just for a few seconds more! Please, quickly!” Wonder Woman’s plaintive cry penetrated Batgirl’s waning consciousness.
As Batgirl fumbled feebly with Wonder Woman’s bonds the voices that carried from outside told the story of the Grace’s escape attempt.
“Hope! NOT THAT WAY THAT’S- JESUS CHRIST!”
“FREEZE LADIES!”
“That’s Jesus Christ? I thought he’d be taller, with a beard an’ stuff. And why is he dressed like a cop?”
“Grab some sky girl’s , I won’t ask again!”
“Well, ok, but only ‘cos you’re Jesus. I’ll try, but it’s really high up, I don’t think I can reach it…”
“DON’T SHOOT OFFICER! She’s kinda simple minded. Believe me, I’ve had lots of reasons to shoot her in my time…”
“Okay , hands where I can see ‘em, nice an’ slow, hit the dirt, face down , arms out. You too …Shit! What you done to her , huh? Tie her up then beat her black an’ blue you sick psychos? Huh? That what you’re up to?”
“Ain’t like that Officer Jesus, she’s our sister…”
While events unfolded outside, Batgirl was struggling to stay awake. “Ca-can’t focus…”
“BATGIRL! BATGIRL, PLEASE! Stay with me! Just a few seconds more, please!” Wonder Woman urged.
“C-can’t….”she gasped weakly.
“Just a few seconds more! Please Batgirl, be strong! I know you can do it! Quickly, please!” Wonder Woman cried desperately. Then she finally felt some give in the rope and this time when she flexed her arms they started to pull free.
“That-a-girl!” Wonder Woman encouraged as she pulled her arms free, but as she turned around she saw Batgirl had collapsed, rolling onto her back, her forearms up in the air, her head rolling slowly from side to side.
“D-don’t…don’t…let them …see….me…” she said weakly as she gasped for air. “Don’t let…them…see me…like this”
Wonder Woman was momentarily torn between rushing outside to retrieve her magic items or preserving Barbara Gordon’s secret identity from the police officers about to enter. Then she had a flash of inspiration.
She rose and called out as she ran for the door “Officers! Officers , don’t shoot, this is Wonder Woman, I’m coming outside!” She ran through the doorway, temporarily blinded by the headlights of a cruiser as more police were arriving.
“Easy lady! Oh , its definitely her…” said the lead patrolman, before whispering to his partner “I’d know that rack anywhere…”
Wonder Woman ignored him, running up to where a patrolman was about to untie Charity.
“No wait! ‘Cuff her first, she’s the ringleader. Get these two up!” Wonder Woman commanded, seizing the lasso and watching as the protesting younger sisters, already handcuffed, were hauled to their feet.
“NOBODY ENTER THE BARN!” Wonder Woman commanded. “Move back it could be rigged to blow!”
“What? There ain’t no b-“Faith began before Wonder Woman looped the trailing strands around Hope and her sister.
“Move everybody back , officer, I’m gonna use the rope of truth on these girls to help me defuse any devices that might be in there!” Wonder Woman said. She hated to lie but told herself it was the lesser of evils, necessary to preserve her and Batgirl’s identity in the fight against crime.
The police duly threw a cordon around the barn as one of the officers called “The Chiefs on his way, I’ve sent out a call for the bomb squad”
“Err, thank you Officer. I think I can handle it.”
“Anyone else inside?” a patrolman asked.
“Yes…” Wonder Woman thought desperately, “they kidnapped Barbara Gordon, she’s inside.”
“Holy shit! The Commissioner’s daughter? I’d best let him and the Chief know. She okay? I’ll see how far out the Bomb squad are…”
“She’s okay, I think, best get an ambulance to treat her for shock, I’ll go release her and defuse any devices. But everyone stay back until I give the word. Notify me if the bomb squad get here” Wonder Woman lead the villainous trio back inside.
“ Nobody come in until I make sure it’s safe!” she called before closing the barn door.
She looked around the gloomy interior for Batgirl, but she had gone. She looked more closely and spotted her just crawling slowly out of sight behind the combine harvester. Securing the three sisters, she ran to her.
“Do-don’t look at me!” Batgirl cried, turning her exposed face away. She had at least recovered slightly in the brief respite she had.
“Batgirl! Barbara…it’s me Wonder Woman. The police are still outside, your father and the police Chief are on their way.”
“NO! No...”she cried tearfully. “They can’t see me like this…”
“It’s okay, its okay. You’re badly injured, you need hospital treatment. If you put your cowl back on your secret would come out during the examination. You need medical help. I think I know how you can get it. One second” She helped Batgirl out from behind the harvester. Then she ran over to the doorway and called out “Officers, I’m gonna destroy a detonator, you may hear a small bang and see a flash of light. It’s nothing to be alarmed about”.
She closed the door, then retrieved her belt from Hope, strapping it on. She stood clear of the sisters, braced her feet then started to twirl. There was a brilliant flash of light and a loud rippling bang . In the aftermath stood Diana Prince , complete with glasses, trench coat, velvet jacket, long skirt, polo neck jumper and boots.
Batgirl frowned in bewilderment as Diana Prince shouted. “That was the detonator Officers, everything is fine, stay back, there will be another one going off in a few minutes!” Diana Prince smiled as she received the acknowledgement from outside as she slipped out of the coat and jacket and started to unzip the skirt. ”Here, put these on”.
“But…how?” Batgirl asked bewildered.
“Er, it’s a Amazonian-magic kinda thing, like the lasso of truth” Diana said awkwardly. “You change out of your costume into these and I’ll then change back into Wonder Woman. Then Barbara Gordon can go to the hospital after all!” She said triumphantly, stepping out of the skirt, slipping it slowly down her smooth thighs.
“I’ll hide your costume under the trenchcoat, and take it with me. No one will ever know”
“Except them…” Barbara gestured at the Grace sisters.
“You leave them to me. I can command them to forget what they know about both of us using the power of that lasso” Wonder Woman said smiling. ”This time I will do a more thorough job of it”
Batgirl froze. “You …you can command them…people… to forget what they know…using that rope?”
Diana tensed “Yes.” She said tersely, her smile gone.
“Y-you….you used that on me, didn’t you? The first time…in the warehouse…y-you played with my mind! MY MEMORY! Why? Why?!!” Batgirl, wounded to the core by the revelation, asked tearfully.
Diana swallowed hard. “I’m so sorry. I had to. They had tortured you. Once you knew my secret identity, the danger was that if you were captured in the future by criminal gangs you might reveal it under torture. But also….they…they did traumatic things to you…I …I was trying to help by making you forget what had happened, what they did to you…” Wonder Woman too had tears in her eyes.
“I’m just so, so sorry…”
“They…they raped me, didn’t they? As they did today….” Batgirl said with a lump in her throat.
Wonder Woman, ashamed, nodded, head down.
Batgirl blinked back the tears. She stared off into the dark recesses of the ceiling of the barn, biting her top lip. “Well…Diana…I know your secret again. I guess…I guess you’d better use that thing on me again.” She forced a brave smile.
“I-I couldn’t ask that of you, not again…” Diana stammered.
“I know. Which is why I’m volunteering this time. I would have last time, if you had asked me. Or did I and you just made me forget that I did?” Batgirl smiled weakly.
Diana felt awful. “No. No I..I forced you last time…But I can’t…I can’t do it to you again.”
“You must. Logically, nothing is different. But this time…this time I do it willingly.” Batgirl looked tearfully at Diana Prince. “Does it hurt? I’m a baby when it comes to pain…” Batgirl smiled.
“I think we both know that ain’t true” Diana smiled. She helped Batgirl slip out of the bodysuit, calling out reassurances to the officers outside that all was well periodically. It was a slow and painful process, peeling it back from the ugly bruising around her ribs. Batgirl’s breathing was becoming more ragged.
“My…my Batcycle…?” Batgirl asked, wondering how it could be recovered.
“I can tell the police that Batgirl was here, and helped me, but she left and asked that they take her bike to the Police pound for safekeeping as she was in pursuit of another felon. She would contact them with instructions, something like that, then when you are ready just get hold of the Chief – he’s due here any minute I can tell him directly”.
“Chief O’Hairy , you mean” Batgirl smiled. Diana looked quizzically at her. “It’s really chief O’Hara, but him and my daddy have been friends for years, he used to bounce me on his knee. I always think of him as O’Hairy. Used to call him that when he used to tease me.” Batgirl explained.
Diana smiled. She helped Barbara into the skirt whilst she was now in her underwear, this time calling out to the officers with slightly more urgency lest one of them enter and see her like this.
She then twirled again, and this time the flash and bang revealed the statuesque Amazonian beauty.
The clothes were ridiculously big for Barbara. But it was all they had. “We’ll say they stole them for you as they abducted you in your night clothes” Wonder Woman declared.
“Works for me.” Barbara answered.
Wonder Woman gathered up the trailing end of the lasso and pulled it tighter around the three felons, increasing its power. She issued her commands to the sisters to forget all references they had heard and seen to the identity of the crimefighters and their molesting of them. Instead she added a fictitious story about how they had abducted Barbara Gordon from her home. Again, she wasn’t too thrilled at the lie, but it was necessary. Finally she convinced the girls to dismiss any anomalies in the evening without question. They had simply been surprised by Batgirl and Wonder Woman, and Barbara had sustained her cracked ribs when the roof collapsed on her as she attempted an escape.
Again she felt uneasy about the abduction story, but apart from actually taking Barbara, they had held them both prisoner, threatened and then attempted to kill them, so she saw it as a necessary evil.
She removed the Batbelts from the two elder Grace sisters. She then commanded the sisters to file outside one at a time, which they did, meekly allowing themselves to be loaded into a waiting PD meat wagon as Wonder Woman followed them out. “Just a few more minutes, officers, I’m just helping Barbara with a personal matter. I’ll bring her out when I’m ready, in just a few minutes.”
Satisfied she turned to Barbara.”Are you sure?”
Barbara nodded. “Can you retrieve the other utility belt items from the other barn? I guess I need you to hold on to them for me for a while. One more thing…in the belt buckle…there are cameras and mikes to be used for evidence. I guess….I guess you’d best wipe them.”
Wonder Woman nodded seriously.”I’ll deliver these – “ she shook the belts “back to your apartment”. Then she slowly looped the golden thread around the wounded young woman.
She commanded Barbara to forget all she had known about Wonder Woman’s identity, and equally the sexual assault she had suffered. If ever she had any doubts about events she would dismiss them. In terms of the supposed abduction…she would remember nothing.
Satisfied, Wonder Woman called the all clear, helping Barbara out first, just as her father, the Commissioner pulled up. Wonder Woman, carrying Batgirl’s costume, cape, boots and cowl wrapped in the trench coat followed her out.
“Commissioner. Chief O’Hairy-Hara! O’Hara, I’m so sorry Chief! Barbara here, was just telling me how you used to tease her.” Wonder Woman shook hands formally, slightly embarrassed by her slip of the tongue. ”Brave girl you got there Commissioner. I think Batgirl was impressed with her too.”
Inside the Police Wagon, the Grace sisters sat, hands cuffed behind their backs, Hope opposite her two older sisters, two guards in the separate drivers cab. As the truck pulled away, Charity extended her jaw and blew upwards, trying to dislodge a rogue hair that was dangling down onto her nose, irritating it.
“PPPPHHHHHHTTTTT! Goddammit! This thing is getting on my nerves!”
“Well this is a crock.”Faith said. “Why the hell did we have to go gunning for Batgirl and Wonder Woman anyways? We were doin’ ok robbing jewellery stores and banks. And anyone know why the hell we kidnapped the Commissioner’s daughter? That was always gonna bring us a shit storm an’ no mistake. Oh well , no matter.”
“PPPPHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!PPPPHHHTTT! God damn thing! Look don’t worry, we’re gonna be just fine. Ya know why? I’ll tell ya. We got two male cops driving that’s why. We still have our assets –“ she threw a glance down at her ample cleavage-“ we just gotta lure ‘em back here , get out of these cuffs, jump ‘em and escape”
“Oh yeah, easy.” Faith said drily.
“PPPPHHHHTTTTT” Bastard hair!” Charity cried.
“Let me help ya with that, Char.” Hope reached forward and hooked the offending hair back into place with her middle finger then sat back.
“Thanks kiddo.” Charity said , and meant it. “We just need a ruse. Faith, you could faint or something? Then we make a noise, lure them back here, promise the guys we’ll let them cop a feel if they help you, then whammo! We clobber them somehow.”
“It’s a bit vague, Char” said Faith dubiously, looking at the heavily bruised and swollen face of her elder sister and finding it hard to imagine her seducing the guards.
“I got an idea!” Hope put up her hand for permission to speak.
“Not now! Okay Faith, what you got then?” Charity asked.
“I got diddly squat.” Said Faith
“Please can I say? Please!” said Hope.
“Sure. Why not? Let’s listen to the master plan from the kid who still puts her hand up to speak…Puts her hand up to speak? Hope! Hope, you ain’t cuffed!”
“Oh I was, I picked it. I always keep a hairclip at the back of my belt as well as one in my hair. If I get handcuffed in front I can use the one in my hair. It they cuff me behind my back I use the one on my belt. It’s so small they always miss the one on the belt”.
“That’s….that’s smart Hope.” Faith said rather incredulously.
“Yeah, so my idea was that I unpick your cuffs too and then we escape.”
“That’s great! We make a noise, get the guards back here and er…jump ‘em I guess.” Charity said.
“Or…we use this little doofer marked ‘Batsleep‘ that I found hidden in my boobies. I’m not sure what it does though….so what do ya think?” she held up the tiny canister.
The older sisters looked at each other wide eyed.
“That’s….that’s a pretty cool idea Hope…it might just work at that” said Faith. The three sisters smiled at each other , though only two of them knew why.
The END.
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Re: The GRACE ESCAPE - a Batgirl Wonder Woman story
Nice set up for the next part. Just another minute and the superheroines would have been besides themselves.
Re: The GRACE ESCAPE - a Batgirl Wonder Woman story
Great story, congratulations for the work and the way we still have history with sisters Grace
Re: The GRACE ESCAPE - a Batgirl Wonder Woman story
Thank you, thank you, thank you for this awesome story
Re: The GRACE ESCAPE - a Batgirl Wonder Woman story
Thanks for the kind words everyone, and to all who have taken time out to dip into this, I hope you enjoyed it and if you didn't by all means post or pm me to say why, its the only way I'll get better.
I have written.6 stories in 11 months and I don't intend to do much more, there will be another Grace story but probably not before next summer.
Just a heads up too , I am gonna post a link on the end of the first story to this one, just to.make it easier for any future readers to find, so when you see a new post from me on that story don't bother to read it , its just another thank you and a link back to here. (If you haven't read it but enjoyed this one then by all means check it out)
But thanks again in particular to those who posted comments, the encouragement that your work is being appreciated really does mean a lot.
Cheerio
T.
(Ps, if this has inspired any non-writers out there to think 'hell, I can do better than that crock of shit' and write something themselves, then by all means do!)
Pps I have now started part 3 in the trilogy, ' Grace Expectations', you can find it here
http://www.superheroineforum.com/viewto ... =9&t=21734
If you have enjoyed this story please post a comment, and I hope you enjoy the 3rd part.
If you don't, please tell me why.
I have written.6 stories in 11 months and I don't intend to do much more, there will be another Grace story but probably not before next summer.
Just a heads up too , I am gonna post a link on the end of the first story to this one, just to.make it easier for any future readers to find, so when you see a new post from me on that story don't bother to read it , its just another thank you and a link back to here. (If you haven't read it but enjoyed this one then by all means check it out)
But thanks again in particular to those who posted comments, the encouragement that your work is being appreciated really does mean a lot.
Cheerio
T.
(Ps, if this has inspired any non-writers out there to think 'hell, I can do better than that crock of shit' and write something themselves, then by all means do!)
Pps I have now started part 3 in the trilogy, ' Grace Expectations', you can find it here
http://www.superheroineforum.com/viewto ... =9&t=21734
If you have enjoyed this story please post a comment, and I hope you enjoy the 3rd part.
If you don't, please tell me why.
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How strange are the ways of the gods ...........and how cruel.
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Re: The GRACE ESCAPE - a Batgirl Wonder Woman story
Finally got a chance to finish reading this.... WOW. What a great ending... setting things up for... dare we hope... another confrontation?
I really like how Hope is showing a cunning that rivals the brains of the other two while still retaining her apparent vacuousness. Case in point, how she works out a perfect escape plan in spite of her two smarter sisters and without having a clue. Good stuff.
If there is a future story here, I'd really like to see more of her doing this kind of thing, especially to the heroines.
I really like how Hope is showing a cunning that rivals the brains of the other two while still retaining her apparent vacuousness. Case in point, how she works out a perfect escape plan in spite of her two smarter sisters and without having a clue. Good stuff.
If there is a future story here, I'd really like to see more of her doing this kind of thing, especially to the heroines.
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