Part 26
Batgirl and Wonder Woman have finally subdued the Grace sisters, and thanks to Wonder Woman's golden lasso of truth and Batgirl's Batsleep spray, they have managed to make the sisters forget that they have seen Batgirl unmasked and heard Wonder Woman's true identity. But suddenly, completely without warning, Wonder Woman has sprayed Batgirl in the face with her own sleeping drug. Stunned by the shock of betrayal the young crimefighter struggles to combat the effects of her own weapon in the fight against crime, now tragically used against her...
Wonder Woman, filled with regret, looked on with remorse as the drug took its inevitable effect on the young heroine. Batgirl, eyes wide with disbelief, mouth open aghast at what has befallen her, coughed violently, her hands clutching at her throat, her face distorted into a final grimace as her eyes half closed, a frown of incomprehension upon her pretty features. She coughed one final time, her legs started to sag and she gasped out the accusing question: "W-why?" as she looked upon the pained face of her sister in arms, before she finally collapsed into darkness.
As she fell Wonder Woman grabbed the young hero by the upper arms, her head falling backwards, her face upturned towards the ceiling. She supported the dead weight easily, looking at the innocent though troubled face of her unconscious ally.
"Forgive me , my young friend. If there was any other way I would not do this to you. But there is none. I cannot allow even you to know my true identity of Diana Prince. I know you would never willingly betray me, but who is to say what you might reveal under torture, if you are captured as you were tonight. " she addressed the unhearing defender of Gotham.
She gently lowered her to the floor and retrieved two more sets of Batcuffs from the heroine's belt. Crossing to where the Graces were bound she cuffed the sisters to each other before removing her lasso. Returning to Batgirl she looked down upon her slumbering form.
Batgirl lay hands at her sides, one knee raised, foot on the floor, the other stretched out straight, the thigh high boots giving an enticing glimpse of her creamy bronze upper thighs, her head turned slightly, resting , chin upon her left shoulder still with a troubled frown across her pretty features, her bosom barely constrained by the ridiculously tight corset. She was a sleeping beauty indeed.
She stooped and lifted the young woman easily, carrying her into the small office, one arm beneath her knees, the other supporting her back and shoulders, Batgirl's head hanging back on her neck, her hair falling like a rich, dark waterfall towards the ground. Wonder Woman had already convinced the Graces that they have seen and heard nothing tonight of the crimefighters' identities, she had no intention of allowing them to overhear her now. She gently lowered Batgirl onto the small table in the office. Supporting her head with her left arm, she used her right to loosely wrap her lasso around Gotham's guardian. She lifted her arm, raising Batgirl's head slightly, looking guiltily at the young face.
"Batgirl? Batgirl can you hear me?" she asked earnestly.
"Y-yessss..." answers Batgirl.
"Listen to my words carefully, Batgirl, this is very important. You will remember nothing that you have heard or seen tonight regarding my secret identity, do you understand me?" the Amazon asked her.
"I...understand..." said the Gothamite.
"You will also remember nothing of what you suffered tonight at the hands of the sisters" , (at least I can give you that much to make amends') she thought to herself, before continuing "you will only remember the sisters return from talking to the policemen and then us overpowering them. Do you understand?"
"Yesss....I...I understand." the young crimefighter, though unconscious, was compelled to answer under the magical power of the lasso.
"You will also think that it was Hope who has surprised you with a knockout spray. You will have no recollection of these last few minutes. You will follow these commands, but will not remember receiving them, never the less you will obey them . Do you understand?"
"I will obey your commands" the heroine mumbled softly.
"Good. You will follow the instructions as I have told you, but remember nothing except what I have told you to remember. Rest now." At these last words Batgirl, who's body had been rigid in her arms, suddenly relaxed , with a little moan as she slumped, head cradled in the crook of Wonder Woman's arm.
She looked down fondly at the slumbering young girl. She looped her middle finger around a stray strand of hair that was caught on the corner of Batgirl's mouth, hooking it back in place behind Batgirl's left ear. As she did so she felt the soft warm breath coming from Batgirl's lips. Those slightly parted lips, soft, tender, with a pale pink -purple hue, a perfect match for her normal costume. Those lips.... Almost unknowingly, she found herself lifting her arm, and with it Batgirl's head, closer to her own. Her fingers caressed Batgirl's cheek, running the back of them down, inexorably to her breasts, feeling the hot warmth from her beating heart pulsing through the raised bosom, squeezed into the ludicrously tight bodice, the regular beats vibrating through her hand , uniting the two heroines as Wonder Woman realized her own breathing had matched the rhythms of those of the young girl held in her arms. She run her thumb over the puzzled brow of Gotham's guardian, ironing out the troubled wrinkles, Batgirl's skin was warm and smooth to her touch . She found her arm raising the upturned face ever higher , closer to her own full red lips. She moved her right hand down to wipe away the faint grimace of her betrayal that Batgirl still bore around her sweet lips. As she did so, Wonder Woman's slender fingers stretched underneath the elasticated strap of Hope's mask. She has already seen Batgirl's face, one last glance wouldn't hurt? Afterall, she didn't recognize her, it couldn't do any harm to look on the face of her beautiful ally. Wonder Woman's lips were moving ever closer to Batgirl's upturned mouth, now just millimeters below her own . She could feel the hot breaths exhaled by the young crimefighter brush gently, arousingly against her own lips, the firm skin over Batgirl's shoulders seemed to blaze hot against her own arm, muscle touching muscle as surely as lips were about to touch lips. She could feel the heat of her heartbeat pound beneath her right arm as she gazed at the purple shades surrounding Batgirl's closed eyes beneath Hope's mask, as her right thumb slowly raised the corner of her mask as the fingers slipped below the elastic, slowly raising the eyepiece. Her lips were almost touching Batgirl's, quivering slightly as the urge to kiss the young hero is almost too much to bare. Almost. Wonder Woman smiled , raised her own face slightly and kissed Batgirl affectionately on her cute little nose, her hand withdrew, leaving the mask in place. She realized it was a sisterly love she felt , borne of her longing for the female companionship she grew up surrounded by on Paradise Island. She sighed a long , lonely sigh and slowly lowered the Gotham Angel back onto the table.
"Forgive me." She whispered, before reasserting herself. "Now. If you have Batsleep, I'm guessing you Batfolks probably have 'Batawake' or somesuch" as she started to go through the pouches on the utility belt. She found the 'compact' Batgirl had produced earlier, only to find it labelled 'Batfingerprint Kit'. She smiled to herself as she realized the playful young hero had been teasing her. But in the next compartment she made a shocking discovery. A thin, slender purple wand, with a tapered, slightly bulbous, smooth rounded end, the ubiquitous label turned away from her. Ashamed and embarrassed she hurried to return it and inadvertently switched it on . With a low humming vibration shaking her hand she was both amazed and appalled at finding such an intimate object in her crime fighting arsenal. But as she turned it over in her hand she caught sight of the label :'Multipurpose Batdrill' . She let out a relieved sigh as she pulled off the cap-like end to reveal a tiny drill, ideal for going through locks. She laughed with embarrassment at her own folly.
In the next compartment she found 'Batwake' , "Almost right" she smiled . She gave Batgirl a quick spray and within a few seconds the purple eyelids fluttered open.
"I guess Hope got the drop on me, huh?" Batgirl asked groggily. Wonder Woman smiled , blushing slightly, as she helped Batgirl to her feet.
After taking a few seconds to gather her wits, Batgirl retrieved her backup costume from the Batcycle outside, returned swiftly and changed into it in the privacy of the small office. Together, her and Wonder Woman separated Hope from the others, redressed her and then carried her back to re-cuff her to the others. But as they did so, with Wonder Woman backing up, gripping Hope beneath her arms and Batgirl carrying her legs, neither hero spotted the small atomizer that fell from the pouch on the back of Hope's belt. The tiny 'tink' sound as it struck the concrete floor was masked by the louder sounds of their footsteps. Crucially, neither spotted the phial roll the few inches before coming to rest against Faith's palm.
Batgirl, feeling resurgent in her costume, once more surveyed the three sisters, now once again all handcuffed, back to back. Taking pride in a job well done she used her Batradio to call for police backup, hoping that Officer Dalton might attend. Wonder Woman smiled at her youthful exuberance. "I need to get going, are you ok with everything here?" she asked her younger compatriot.
"Sure am. " answered Batgirl. "But won't you stay? You can check out officer Dal-ton..." She almost sang.
Wonder Woman laughed. "I might need to save him from you!" She joked. "No, I'm sorry I have to leave. But you be careful, you know how dangerous these girls can be. Take care and look after yourself." They embraced and she headed for the door.
"Always do !" Called Batgirl after her. "See you around!"
As Wonder Woman smiled and waved over her shoulder, neither heroine could have realized they were thinking exactly the same thing : " I wonder who she really is?"
As Batgirl awaited the arrival of the police, she strolled casually around the warehouse, retrieving the discarded crowbar, guns and pipe. She was puzzled at finding her original uniform, ripped and torn. She realized she had no recollection of what happened to it, and come to that why her and Hope had swapped clothes. She assumed the knockout spray had caused a temporary blackout in her memory . No matter. She could replay all of the nights events once she got home, using the camera and microphone from the belt buckle on her utility belt. It was a useful training tool and helped to provide evidence of the criminals acts.
Whatever had happened here in the warehouse tonight, the Batbelt would give her the answers, as it would have recorded it all.....
THE END.

How strange are the ways of the gods ...........and how cruel.
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