Batgirl’s retirement!

By

Barnabus

Manipulation, domination and control. These are the characteristics of a sexual predator.

Written: 7/19/05 – 12/31/05

Revised: xx/xx/xx

(Batgirl, M/F, romance, consensual)

SUBJECT:

Batgirl falls in love. She loses her love and suffers a dramatic career change.

WARNING:

This is an adult story, containing sensitive material of a sexual nature. If you find such material offensive or are underage, do not read further, but please bypass this story for one more suitable for you.

Batgirl is copyrighted, trademarked, and owned by DC Comics. I am borrowing her because I want to play with her. The man, Ray Rule, belongs to me.

This is a work of fan-fiction. This story is written for enjoyment and entertainment purposes only, and no commercial profit is expected to be made from it. It may be copied for personal use or for posting on other sites, provided they are free sites . . . it may NOT be posted on any site that requires a "membership fee" of any kind. This includes ‘adult verification sites’. This story may NOT be posted to any site requiring an AVS where money is involved, or an AVS that sells its mailing list or member’s information to outsiders. (Hey, let’s be fair! If I’m not going to make money from my work, why should someone else?)

(If you do copy this story to another web page, please give me the courtesy of an e-mail, so I can see where my work is going. Who knows? Maybe you’ll introduce me to a new favorite website!)

Like most stories of this ilk, at the end of the story (unless there is a sequel) the characters are magically returned to their original condition, undamaged, unharmed, and unchanged in any way with no memory of the events that have taken place. . . It is as if the story had never happened, because, after all, it never really did.

The story is set in modern times (hence, the references to non-abstinence propaganda), but it could be from the 1050s on. The genesis of this story started when ‘Allen’, another author, gave me feedback on another story I had written. ‘Allen’ suggested he “would love you to do a Batgirl story where the villain discovers her ID and gets her pregnant, forcing her to retire, or some other "ending" of Batgirl's career story.”

The idea tweaked my mind, and this story is the culmination of those thoughts. ‘Allen’ has reviewed my work and given valuable feedback, so in a way he deserves ‘an assist’ with this story.

Batgirl normally uses birth control, as all super heroines do (or should). Likewise, in 'real life’ every reasonable adult should know that he or she should behave responsibly when participating in sexual activities and he or she wishes to avoid unwanted conception and the spread of disease.

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I appreciate your comments, both positive and negative.

Feedback is welcome and accepted at barnabus329@hotmail.com.

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Chapter 1: Barbara’s background

Barbara Gordon had no illusions about ‘saving herself for her wedding night’. During college she had several boyfriends. During her sophomore year, with typical adolescent fumbling to be sure, she had been introduced to sexual love between a man and a woman. In retrospect, she only entered into these relationships because it was ‘the thing to do’ or because the boyfriend had pressured her. She had never ‘been in love’ with any of her partners, and none would have been considered ‘marriage material‘.

Following college, she became a crime fighter and she had been raped several times as Batgirl. In view of the rapes, she was thankful that she had been introduced to sex in more pleasant surroundings (if a student’s grubby apartment or the back seat of a car could be considered ‘more pleasant’).

Deep down in her heart, she wished that she had resisted the temptations in college and had chosen another career so that now she could be spending her time looking for an appropriate husband, one who would love her, court her, woo her, and eventually (hopefully before too long) marry her. Then, on their wedding night, she would be able to present herself to him, pure and spotless, and they would have children and a nice house . . . if only . . . !

But since she had left college and undertaken a full time (well, maybe nighttime) career as Batgirl, she had reluctantly put her personal sex-life on hold. Barbara had somehow tucked her sexuality away and left it in a drawer somewhere, almost forgotten, only to be brought out and displayed when needed for a short period of time. Then it had been wrapped up and hidden away until the next time it might be needed.

She dated infrequently and casually since she knew at any time she might be called upon to perform her duties as Batgirl. And it would never do to be in bed with a boyfriend when the bat-alarm went off and she was called to duty! How would she explain that to her boyfriend? “Sorry, honey, I’ve just developed a headache. Here’s your hat and coat. Goodbye!”

Still, she was constantly exposed to non-abstinence propaganda, just the same as every other American girl! Everywhere she turned, in the press, on TV, in ‘woman’s magazines’, on the Internet, the movies, everywhere, indiscriminate promiscuity was advocated! It was supposed to ’liberate’ women, but Barbara felt it put women in greater bondage with less security than ever. Maintaining chastity was a value that was incomprehensible to the public at large, or at least the media, which proclaimed itself as spokesmen for the public at large.

Barbara knew that there were women who lived a life of abstinence. She had entered her sophomore year of college with her hymen still intact. But the propaganda constantly being presented to her indicated that she was one of the ‘few and far-between oddballs’ of society, and she had yielded to the high-pressure tactics and begging of a badly chosen boyfriend. Then, since there was no longer a necessity to protect her virtue, others had followed. It was not until her senior year, when as a dorm advisor and tutor, that she realized that the popular culture had lied to her, and, in fact, many more girls, even upperclassmen, had kept their virginity and planned to remain virgins until they married.

Of course, it was too late for Barbara by then.

Now, as an adult and of necessity, Barbara, because of her Batgirl persona was required to live a life of celibacy, of abstinence!

Chapter 2: Barbara meets Ray

As librarian at the Gotham library, Barbara met many people, most of them simply passing through, seeking certain information from the library and never seen again.

The man who stood before her was the same as so many others. He was apparently in his early 40s, was polite, handsome, charming, obviously successful, attractive and entertaining. His features were perfectly formed, complete with a pencil-thin British moustache and a patrician nose worthy of a roman emperor. His nose entranced Barbara! It was a perfect, thin noble nose that might have been stamped on a roman coin. The thin moustache looked like it had been penciled along his upper lip. Carrying himself like an aristocrat, Barbara felt that she was in the presence of royalty. His speech was completely egalitarian and he was exceedingly personable. But beneath it all, Barbara sensed a cold, detached manner.

But Barbara’s ears perked up somewhat when she heard that he was preparing a magazine article and wanted to do some research on Batgirl. Striking up a conversation, he outlined his ideas and mentioned in passing that he would like to interview Batgirl.

Expressing interest, Barbara asked him about the magazine he represented, and was given the name of a regional magazine. He presented her with a business card identifying him as Ray Rule, and naming the magazine.

Barbara took him to the newspaper section of the library, pointed out the microfilm and microfiche readers and the directory of old newspaper articles, etc., then left him as he delved into his research.

On her way back to the main desk, Barbara took the time to find a copy of the magazine named on his card and looked up the tombstone. Sure enough, the name Ray Rule was listed as a contributor. At her desk, she called the magazine and found that the Ray Rule was a free-lancer who submitted articles to them. He lived somewhere ’back East’. The person on the other end of the line believed that Ray was “out ‘in the field’ somewhere right now”. That supported his statements and explained his presence in Gotham City. Barbara asked if the magazine might ever run stories about Batman or other super heroes and was told that that was not the Magazine’s usual style but if someone developed a really good story, they might consider it.

As closing time approached, Ray Rule returned to Barbara’s desk with a handful of copies of various articles about Batgirl. He repeated that he would like as much information on Batgirl as he could get, and mentioned again that he would like to interview Batgirl.

“You’ve lived in Gotham City for some time,” he observed, “Maybe I could interview you. I would be glad to buy you dinner in return for an interview.”

Male library patrons had asked Barbara out on dates before. She couldn’t resist the temptation to give him a quick, fact-finding once over before she automatically refused the invitation dropping of her eyes and a blushing. He found this a delightful, almost innocent response and he felt an affinity this brunette behind the desk.

Barbara watched as he left the library. Never before had she felt such a visceral attraction to a man . . . it was almost hypnotic, and she wondered why. For the moment, he became a masculine object that tweaked her animal instincts in a most delightful way.

Of course, Barbara had just met him. She didn’t know him and the only words they had spoken concerned library business. But there was an instinctual response within her. And it was within her, not between them. At least not yet. She had no idea of the character of the man leaving the library. She didn’t know of his intentions with Batgirl might be, or with her for that matter, but she believed he would not take advantage of a woman.

She might never see him again, so she allowed herself to daydream about the man that lay beneath the well-dressed facade. What would it be like to touch him, to be touched by him? Starting with his aristocratic nose, strong chin, hands and wrists, she visualized his arms and shoulders. She imagined the feel of his muscles and running her fingers through the hair on his chest. She guessed that his hands and arms would be strong, taking possession of her. And in her daydream she lost herself within him - - - and she engulfed him within her.

What caused this attraction she was feeling? It was spontaneous and very unique, probably a response to something specific. Maybe it was his stance, or possibly his barely visible eyes the first time she saw him as he entered the library that made her feel that he was strong, dominant . . . masculine! His speech was soft, kind and gentle. Even tender and loving. Whatever it was about him, it had started in a secret place within Barbara, a private place that Barbara could not have identified even if she tried.

Chapter 3: an invitation to lunch

When the library opened the next day, Barbara found herself still musing about Ray Rule. There was definitely a chemistry there, at least on her behalf.

Barbara had recently turned twenty-five. It’s an age at which probably every unmarried woman finds herself stopping to reassess her life. She had lived a quarter of a century, and still had some childbearing years ahead of her, but not a whole lot. And if she wanted children, she knew she would have to start soon. But she needed a man to have children, preferably a husband. And there were only two men in Barbara’s life: her father and Batman. Obviously her father was not a candidate and she doubted that Batman would be interested. Ever!

Would Ray Rule be interested? she wondered.

Shaking her head, Barbara wondered where all of this introspection was coming from. She was Batgirl! There was no room in her life for either a man or children. Or even a single child! In a flash, she knew where the introspection had originated: her age and her biological clock that was drawing forth a maternal instinct that she never realized she had.

Unexpectedly, she saw Ray Rule enter the library and approached her desk. When he arrived, she directed him to the information he was seeking today, but before he left to pursue his research, she thanked him once again for his invitation to dinner and suggested that maybe they could go to lunch together.

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Lunch was pleasant but uneventful. Barbara felt the unexplainable attraction to Ray more than ever. She liked the sound of his voice, the way he looked, the way he smelled. And she was sure, given the opportunity, she would enjoy the way he felt and the way he tasted. But Ray was the model of propriety, insisting on addressing her as ‘Miss Gordon’. Just as Barbara was fixated on Ray, he appeared to be fixated on Batgirl, and the conversation kept coming back to the super heroine.

By the end of lunch, Barbara promised Ray that she would see if she could arrange an interview with Batgirl. Ray suggested the following Thursday. And it would be over dinner.

And, of course, Barbara was able to make the arrangements.

Chapter 4: the “Interview”

They meet in a private dining room in a small Italian Restaurant on a back street of Gotham City.

Batgirl immediately realized that she felt the same attraction to him when she is wearing her cowl as when she was behind the librarian’s desk.

Uncomfortably, they went through the stiff formalities of introducing themselves to each other. Batgirl felt like a high school girl on a first date as she sat across from him, picking at her salad. She squirmed and wriggled as she tried to talk with him. The conversation was awkward and stilted for both of them, and probably would have stayed that way with the evening ending miserably for both of them if it had not been for an elixir called Bordeaux!

The wine relaxed them both and greased their interplay. Conversation became more normal and natural. Occasionally a joke would surface and both began to feel more comfortable with each other.

In due course, they both reached for the breadbasket simultaneously, Ray touched her wrist. They both froze at the physical contact. It wasn’t much, but it was a beginning. Ray grasped her wrist and turned it, commenting that he liked her glove.

Batgirl’s glove extended half way up her forearm and had decorative wings. It was specially made of the finest material and although it appeared the same as any other glove, it fit her hand like a second skin and was so pliable that she could pick up a pin. She could feel almost as much through the glove as she could with her bare hand. Yet the material was sturdy enough to stop a bullet.

Batgirl grasped a piece of bread and slowly withdrew her arm. As she did so, Ray dragged the tips of his fingers across the back of her gloved hand.

The implied caress of his fingers sent shivers of pleasure flooding through them both, leaping up their nerves, synapse to synapse, neuron to neuron until they reached the receptive centers of their brains bringing intense pleasure to both of them.

Even though shallow pools of alcohol that were collecting in Batgirl’s eyes, she doubted that Ray’s interest, or her own response for that matter, had anything to do with her glove. Rather, she suspected, it was Ray’s desire to touch her. And of course, she was right.

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Conversation became a little easier. But the sexual tension between the two of them increased markedly.

When Batgirl’s wine glass was empty, Ray immediately stood and walked to her side of the table to refill her glass, as a proper waiter should. When her glass was filled, he placed the bottle on the table, but remained by her shoulder. Slowly, Batgirl looked over her shoulder. Ray’s hand found her chin and held it steady as he bent, pausing with his lips only a quarter of an inch from hers. She waited, and when he didn’t move to her, she closed the distance between them for a gentle kiss.

After a moment’s hesitation, Ray returned to his seat.

Once he was seated, Batgirl asked if he was married. He replied that he was not, but he did have children. She chose not to pursue this subject right now.

By the end of the evening, Batgirl had learned the hotel where he was staying. It was nearby. She had also agreed to meet him for dinner the following Thursday. As she prepared to leave, she paused and he kissed her again. He held her close to him, but not overly tightly, and Batgirl imagined she could feel him thicken against her leg, but she knew that that was not possible through her armor. As she walked away, she could not think of anything better than the anticipation of their next date.

Chapter 5: the second date.

Exactly one week later, Batgirl and Ray met again at the Italian restaurant. There was very little pretense of attempting to conduct an interview at this meeting. Batgirl felt warm and squirmy . . . again like an adolescent on a date that she hoped would be romantic, but hadn’t reached that point yet. And reluctantly, she had to admit to herself, this *was* a date, plain and simple! After all, this was only her second date as Batgirl. And Batgirl wasn’t sure how to behave on a date.

She was uncomfortable.

She had decided not to wear her armor, but rather wore an earlier version of her costume; one made out of a stretchy cotton material, and she was rather self-conscious because she knew the bra and panty lines were visible through the form fitting fabric. The relatively thin cloth would also permit her to feel anything . . . or anyone . . . who touched her.

Ray observed that there was a change of her costume, although he didn’t know exactly what had changed. He also noticed that when she turned, her costume stretched over her bosom and showed a fine profile. Looking at her, he felt a certain pride of ownership, even if the ownership consisted only of the one evening they had had together.

The same dinner was served, even with the same vintage of Bordeaux. Batgirl realized that Ray had diligently duplicated their first date, and she hoped that this date might pick up where the previous date had left off. But still, was it appropriate for Batgirl to ‘date’ a man? Of course, Barbara Gordon could, but *Batgirl*?

Partway through the meal, once again, Ray found a reason to touch her wrist, and once again, the streaks of pleasure flooded Batgirl. Why did she feel this way about him? He was a relative stranger, after all. What was there about him that was so hypnotic, so magnetic?

So *seductive*?

Spellbound, Batgirl watched as he ran his finger down the back of her hand again. Fascinated, she let him take her hand and they gazed into each other’s eyes. They gazed for a long time, saying nothing. Although her cowl covered much of her face, Ray couldn’t help but notice that she had the captivating face of a young woman just past innocence. And she gave him a smile that completely threatened his equilibrium. Her touch was electric. His body was suddenly humming like one of those power lines stretched over the dry Kansas plains. She was undeniably magnificent!

Finally, Ray broke the silence. “Would you like to go to my hotel room for a cocktail?” he asked.

“I . . . can’t,” she faltered. “I would be recognized. The tabloids would have a field day.”

“I’ve arranged for a private taxi service and there is a rear entrance to the hotel that is deserted this time of day.”

Common sense gave way to hormones, and Batgirl nodded her head. Immediately, Ray produced a trench coat and a floppy hat that completely hid her costume and features. Leaving the meal only half eaten, they stepped through the rear door into an alley where a taxi was waiting.

Once inside the taxi, somehow, her hand ended up touching his. His leg sidled up to her leg as if their limbs were doing it on their own, their bodies silently saying, “enough of this, I’m cold, I’m lonely.”

The ride in the taxi was too short, but it was long enough that Ray could put his arm around her. The rest of the trip involved embracing and clinging to each other. Both of them had to acknowledge where this was heading. A new concept of ‘them’ began to form in Batgirl’s mind.

Entering the rear door of the hotel, a fashionable, upscale (and of course discreet) establishment, they used the servant’s elevator and entered Ray’s room without encountering anyone.

Once inside his room, a quick glance showed that the room was a typically sterile hotel room, although luxuriously, to be sure. Batgirl shucked the hat, and there was an awkward politeness to their mannerisms, as though they were a couple on a blind date.

Ray moved behind Batgirl and assisted her in removing the trench coat. Sliding his arms around her waist, he kissed her cheek and neck. Batgirl lay her head on his shoulder. She was sweating all over, but not enough to show through her Bat-costume. Turning to him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and, without thinking, whispered, “You are the sexiest man I’ve ever met.”

Suddenly they were caught in a fast embrace, their lips locked passionately together. Any hesitation that Batgirl might have had dissolved with surprising ease. As their lips met, the veil of properness and decorum between them dissolved. Batgirl’s lips melted into his. She was surprised at how readily she entered into the kiss, how easily she gave herself over into the sensations.

They made out like overly hormonal high school kids, kissing and petting and snuggling.

It had been years since Barbara Gordon had enjoyed this kind of contact with a man. Her sexuality that had been so carefully tucked away from her life came pouring fourth, uncontrolled, wild. She could never remember wanting a man as strongly as she wanted Ray. Her body tingled all over. And her nether regions actually throbbed in anticipation and desire, demanding satisfaction of the lust that poured through her.

Finally, it was Batgirl who suggested that it was time to ‘. . . take the relationship further.’

She had actually used those words, surprised that they had actually made it out of her mouth. She was extremely grateful that he hadn’t laughed at her, and even more grateful for his response, which after several moments of silence had been a sober nod of his head.

There would be no cocktails that night.

Their coupling was fast and furious! The only words spoken were Batgirl’s directions to Ray concerning the removal of her costume, and Ray’s query asking Batgirl if she wanted him to use protection. At her request, Ray paused long enough to provide it.

It felt so warm and comfortable as she engulfed his manhood. The sensation was marvelous!

Both gasped for their breath as they were coming down from their unrestrained and uninhibited convulsive climax. Still convulsing around his softening member, Batgirl was awed by the intensity of their lovemaking.

Ray found their joining enjoyable, but not that unusual for a first sexual encounter between eagerly consenting partners. He recognized a certain innocence, a freshness in Batgirl, as she lay beneath him, naked except for her cowl and some hair. Obviously, she was not a virgin: she had nervously waited, anticipating his entrance . . . but once he had penetrated her, she gasped, and quickly responded. She was ardent, but slightly clumsily throwing herself into their lovemaking.

Through the years, Ray had observed the hesitant nervousness, almost always present in a willing virgin. And the eager response he had noticed in slightly more experienced lovers as they enthusiastically began learning the art and techniques of making love.

In many respects, romantically speaking, Barbara Gordon was still an adolescent. She had never grown beyond the fumbling exploration stage in her relationships. True, she had experienced sex as Batgirl where she had been used and abused. But since she left college, she had never enjoyed romance. As soon as she put on her cowl and cape, and encountered her first rape, her romantic development had been stunted.

Although, she had not been a virgin, apparently she had never really had a long-term lover; therefore she really had no one to compare him with.

After their first consummation, Batgirl lay in Ray’s arms and they talked dreamily. Sheepishly, she asked him if he was a virgin. He smiled and shook his head, but offered no details. And belatedly, Batgirl remembered that he had told her he had children.

Curled in his arms, hesitantly and slightly embarrassed, Batgirl admitted that Ray had not been her first either. She mentioned her experimentation as a college student and then told him that since she had become Batgirl, she had been captured and raped on various occasions. She admitted that she had been raped by both men and women, and that some of the rapes had been rather brutal. Snuggling in his arms, she whispered that she was glad she had found a man who made her feel like a real woman, not simply a fuck toy or an object where a criminal could take out his aggressions.

As she spoke, Ray studied the beautiful girl, he was holding in his arms. She had been a famous crime fighter for several years. So that made her at least in her mid twenties. She had gone through a lot of abuse during the past five years or so: more abuse than any woman should ever be exposed to.

Ray wanted to make love again. He wanted to reach over and slide his hand over her breast and to relive what had happened earlier, tracing her body to codify and confirm her exact beauty. But he didn’t.

He knew that would take place later, probably after dinner and wine, in a setting where seduction was at least tacitly acknowledged and their eventual copulation was assumed, the outcome of their evening, pre-determined. In short, he was anticipating their next date. Indeed, his libido was about one week ahead of reality.

Suddenly, Batgirl became self-conscious and embarrassed by the fact that she was lying naked in bed with a man, and they had just made love. Making excuses, she quickly dressed and left. Ray escorted her through the back elevator and hallways, the same way she had arrived. And again, they encountered no one. But before a quick ‘goodbye kiss’, Batgirl promised to call him so they could arrange another date.

Chapter 6: Life goes on

The next morning, Barbara walked into the library with confidence inspired by the knowledge that someone was in love with her. Some of her fellow workers notice the spring in her step, and a particularly close, and somewhat earthy, girlfriend at the library whispered secretively, ‘You must have gotten laid last night’. Of course, Barbara refused to acknowledge the suggestion, but at least part of her secret was out.

Later on that day, Barbara made an appointment to visit her obGyn to be tested for VD and to renew her prescription for birth control pills. She knew that the next session with Ray would probably be an all-nighter, and she wanted to know if she was committing herself to a two-week regimen of penicillin. (But even if she was, she planned to enjoy the process and she figured it would be worth it!) She was mildly surprised, but very pleased when all indications came back negative. Of course, it would take a while for the blood work to come back, but it appeared that both she and Ray were ‘clean’.

The following Thursday, they met once more at the Italian restaurant. They shared a pleasant dinner, but everything was rather stiff and awkward, because they both know that the evening would end in Ray’s hotel room.

The evening went as expected. Their second consummation in Ray’s bed was as good as the first, and as Batgirl lay sated, cradled in Ray’s arms, a flash picture of deepest love crossed her consciousness.

Ray had coaxed the sexuality out of its hiding place and fanned it until it had burst into a flame and was consuming her like a wild fire.

They made love several times that night, easily, not hurriedly, but leisurely enjoying each other’s company, gradually learning about each other’s body, beginning to learn how to give and receive pleasure.

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Chapter 7 - Motel meetings

Meeting in a fancy hotel really wasn‘t acceptable, having to sneak in the back door and down hallways. They both knew it was only a matter of time until someone saw her and recognized her.

Batgirl knew of a modest motel that had ground floor rooms with sliding glass doors to the parking lot and an extremely discreet staff. And Ray agreed to move their Thursday night date there. Ray would check in to a ground floor rear room. Batgirl could roll her bat-cycle into the room through the glass doors and no one would be aware of her presence.

They skipped the restaurant. Their time together was so precious to each of them that neither one wanted to lose time eating dinner.

As soon as the bat-cycle was inside the room with the door and curtains closed, the familiar and bottomless lust asserted itself. They fell into an embrace and sidled their way to the bed. Ray’s insistent hand wandered over the thin fabric of her costume where he found the spongy resilience of her breasts. Batgirl was no longer wearing any underwear beneath her cotton costume. She believed Ray preferred it that way, and she justified this by knowing that there were no longer any lingerie lines visible. Of course, her nipples and pubis were plainly outlined through the fabric.

Promptly, her costume and his clothes were shed and the two of them were in bed and approaching a mutual climax.

After their coupling, both sat cross legged on bed eating Chinese food, talking, laughing and joking with each other like a couple of kids on an adventure.

A moment of seriousness intruded on their levity, and Batgirl, dressed only in her cowl, reached out to take hold of Ray’s hand.

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“Why do we have to wait a whole week to meet again? I don’t want to wait until next Thursday to be with you?” She complained.

Ray smiled and pressed her hand between his. “I’m afraid I have other obligations,” he replied non-committally. He raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. “Thursday is the only day I can spend with you.” He turned her hand in his and kissed the palm. “But let us enjoy the time that we have.” He kissed her wrist and began kissing his way up her arm.

But Batgirl withdrew her hand, noting the disappointment in his eyes. There was something else on her mind that needed to be discussed. She had received the final results back from her ObGyn, and knew that she was disease free, which implied that Ray, also, was clean. Although she couldn’t be certain since he had always used a condom.

Batgirl took a deep breath. “I’ve completed a medical screening and I know that I am disease free. I don’t even get cold sores in my mouth. It’s true that I have contracted VD in the past when I was raped, but it’s been treated and cured . . . so you wouldn’t have to worry . . . .”

“I understand,” Ray interrupted, cutting off her embarrassing discourse. “I’ve been to my doctor, too. And he says that I don’t have anything.”

Apparently Ray had taken the same precautions that Batgirl had taken after their initial encounters. The thought angered that he suspected he might catch a disease from her, but Batgirl was also relieved. After all, he had simply been behaving responsibly.

She had another question for Ray.

“Is it true that using a condom decreases a man’s sensation when he makes love?” she asked, slightly hesitantly.

Ray nodded, typically non-verbal in moments like this.

“Would you prefer to have sex without the condom?”

Ray smiled. “Very much so! ‘Going bareback’ would let me experience so much more of you that I can’t feel now. But I don’t want to do anything that might put you at risk of any sort.”

Batgirl felt like a little girl revealing one of her deep dark secrets to a close playmate. “I take the pill,” she said faltering. Seeing Ray lift his eyebrows inquiringly, she quickly added, “All super heroines do! They have to! We know we are in constant danger of being captured and raped. It . . . it . . . it . . . goes with . . . the job. So we protect ourselves as best we can . . .”

After a moment’s hesitation, Ray asked, “So . . . do you want me to continue using a condom?”

“Only if you want to, if you’re more comfortable that way. But you don’t have to use protection for my benefit.”

A slow smile grew on Ray’s face. He reached under the pillow and took the box of condoms from its hiding place and placed it on the night table out of the way. Then, he took his chopsticks and had another bite of Chinese food. Both ate in silence for a few minutes, lost in thought, obviously both thinking about their next mating: their first ‘bareback’ encounter.

Batgirl realized that Ray had stopped eating, and he was staring at her womanhood. Sitting cross-legged, she was not only exposed, but her lips were spread. And Ray was admiring her. This was the third night they had made love in as many weeks, his sense of ownership of this woman was increasing.

Self consciously, Batgirl blushed and moved her hand to block his view. At the same time, her eyes dropped and focused on his limp, damp manhood. Quickly, she shifted her legs so that both of her knees rested together with her feet to the side, assuming a much more modest pose. When she glanced back at him, Ray was smiling.

“If I show you mine, will you show me yours?”

Batgirl was mortified at being in this situation and the resulting suggestion. Although she had experienced sex on numerous occasions before she met Ray, even oral sex, she had never had the opportunity to examine the male apparatus ‘up close and personal’. And like every basically inexperienced girl, she was curious.

But the idea of having him examine her female anatomy made her extremely nervous. But why should it? She had given him her heart. And she had given him a great deal more, also! In fact, she had already given him everything he could possibly see. Why shouldn’t she permit him to look at what he had already possessed? Timidly, she nodded agreement, and moved her hand away.

“Hmmm, I see you’re not a natural redhead,” he commented, once again embarrassing her.

Suddenly, her response came to her. “And I see that you’ve been attacking me with a blunt instrument.” Ray smiled. Batgirl smiled, and soon they were both laughing at the ridiculousness of their exchange.

As their laughter died out, Ray placed his food containers and chopsticks on the bedside table and lay back on the bed, his legs slightly spread. It was Batgirl’s turn to look.

Reclining beside him, she put her hand on his chest, and then slid it downward until, hesitantly, her hand covered his limp, slightly damp, penis. It still seemed awfully big to her, and she was secretly amazed that it had been able to fit inside of her. And that it felt so good inside of her! Actually, it had been a perfect fit!

Indeed, she was elated by how perfectly their bodies meshed together, the perfection of design where her rounded breasts compressed flawlessly against his hard chest, where his manhood was located at exactly the right place to merge into her womanhood, gently caressing her clitoris, where their lips could meet as they made love and their arms could surround and caress each other and hold each other tightly as they shared intimacy in a way that can only occur between a man and a woman.

She enclosed his masculinity within her fingers, squeezing it gently, fascinated with the rubbery feel.

“Does that hurt you?” she asked. Ray shook his head.

She ran a finger around the rim of his crown and watched with fascination as he began to grow under her manipulation.

“Can you control it? Are you making it do that?” She asked. Again, Ray shook his head.

Stimulating him so that he became harder gave Batgirl a sense of satisfaction. This was something *she could do for him* with her own hands!

Ray took pleasure in her examination for two reasons: 1) he knew that every inexperienced girl, unless she is a complete prude, wants to get a good look at a man, preferably *her* man, and satisfy her feminine curiosities, and 2) by permitting her to examine him, she was obligating herself to let *him* ‘examine’ *her*. Of course, Ray’s ‘examination’ wasn’t motivated by curiosity, but would be more goal oriented. His ‘inspection’ would be more extensive, more directed to stimulate. And she would be freely and willingly yielding one more bit of herself to him, leading her one step further on the road of commitment.

Keeping an eye on his still rising penis, she let her hand slip lower, to cover his scrotum, lifting his testicles gently as if weighing them. Gently, she surveyed the shape of his testicles hidden within his sack. All the time, his penis continued to grow larger and become harder.

And Batgirl found and felt the tube like structures running from his testicles to his body.

Taking hold of his penis once more, she muttered under her breath, “I don’t believe it!” He seemed unbelievably large to her. “I just don’t believe it!”

“Kiss it,” Ray urged.

Batgirl lovingly kissed the side of his still slightly damp tool, then moved to the crown. He had worn a condom when they had made love, so she knew that it was his fluids she tasted when she licked her lips. She paused at the head of his penis, noticing the drop of pre-cum that had formed. Slowly, experimentally, she licked the drop off and thoughtfully savored the taste. Apparently it was acceptable and she returned her attention to his anatomy, examining the slit and noticing a new droplet was beginning to form.

“Take it in your mouth.”

Batgirl remembered that guy’s like to receive blowjobs. It seems that almost every time she had been raped, oral sex had been required. Batgirl didn’t enjoy using her mouth to suck on men’s cocks, but they obviously enjoyed it. And Batgirl wanted to give Ray as much pleasure as she could. If he wanted to make love to her that way, then she would make love to him with her mouth!

She kissed Ray’s penis again (she didn’t want to think of it as a ’cock’). Then drew it between her lips. It pleased her as she heard him moan as the wet warmth surrounded him. He seemed to grow another inch. As soon as his penis entered the warm confines of her mouth, his hips involuntarily rose pressing deeper. She began to gently suck and slowly started to move up and down on him.

After a few moments, he placed his hands on the side of her head and stopped her. “You don’t really enjoy this, do you?”

Dropping her eyes and blushing again, she gave a soft, “No.”

“Good!” Ray responded, surprising her. “I love you and would enjoy letting you finish what you’ve started, but I really want more than just your mouth.”

Batgirl was relieved! Fellatio always humiliated her and made her feel degraded. Even with Ray she felt demeaned! And his consideration of her feelings made her love him all the more! And it occurred to her that eventually, if she really fell in love with him, and if he asked her nicely, someday, she might be allow herself to be talked into giving him a blowjob. Someday.

Her curiosities satisfied, Batgirl lay back, legs spread. “Make love to me!” she offered, but Ray shook his head.

“Not until after I’ve had my look.” Batgirl was turned on and wanted sex. But it *was* his turn. She nodded agreement.

He leaned over her, carefully inspecting every inch of her anatomy. He kissed her breasts and gently sucked on each nipple while his fingers and gaze moved downward until he was gazing at the most attractive patch of personal property this side of Iowa. Truly, her bush was just as amazing as her breasts. And those pussy lips! Wow!

His tender touch of her urethra electrified her more than she expected. When he spread her nether lips, and ran his finger around her vaginal opening, Batgirl was paralyzed. And as his finger gently entered, her, she wiggled and rolled, unable to control the emotions he was raising in her. His touch was electric, and her body was suddenly humming like those power lines stretched over the dry Kansas plains! Her sexual motor was whirring and purring and ready to spring into action!

As his fingers continued to rev her motor, he kissed his way upward until he reached her lips and she readily joined in his kiss. His hand rose to caress her cheek, and she could smell herself on his fingers. She didn’t know if she liked that nor not. His fingers slid to her throat and it was not until the fastener holding her cowl beneath her chin opened that she realized he was trying to remove her mask.

Years of conditioning sprung into place as she grasped his hand.

“Ray, please!” she begged. “You can look, but let me stay Batgirl! Once my mask is gone, I’m just another woman. Let me keep this secret!” Pulling his hand away, she refastened her cowl “It’s the one secret I must maintain,” she pleaded. She was so adamant that he accepted her refusal as his hand and lips moved lower once more.

Feeling him pull the foreskin back over her clitoris shocked her, and she almost screamed when he kissed her exposed clit. Looking up, Ray said, “Are you aware that the woman’s clitoris is the only organ in the human body devoted solely to pleasure?”

He put his lips on the tip and gently sucked her clitoris. Soon her entire clit was drawn into his mouth, causing Batgirl to buck at the astonishing sensations. The unbelievable sensation caused Batgirl to grab his head, alternately trying to pull him to her, then away, but when he refused to budge, she lay back, rolling her head from side to side, whimpering and moaning until she climaxed. Panting, she knew that she had never had an orgasm like that before! It wasn’t the wildest orgasm of her life, but it was probably the most satisfying. And Ray had given it to her!

Firmly, she pulled him over her and wrapped her legs around his hips so he couldn’t get away and they made love again! It was their first time without a condom. There *was* a difference when he had entered her, but not as much as she had hoped. And she had wanted to feel his sperm gush into her when he came, but again, the sensation was much less than expected. The principal difference was the increase in fluids leaking from her when they were finished.

When she went to the bathroom, Batgirl brought a towel with her when she returned to bed.

Chapter 8 - Batgirl on call

The following Thursday, they met at the motel again. With minimal discussion, her costume and his clothes were shed and the two of them were in bed approaching a mutual climax. Suddenly, Batgirl’s buzzer went off . . . she was called to duty! The interruption immediately dampened Batgirl’s fervor, but Ray pounding all the harder.

“I have to go . . ., “ she whispered, still flexing her hips to meet his thrusts.

“I know . . . . just .. . . . a . . . . minute longer . . . . . Uuuuuhhhhh . . . .!”

BG thrust her hips vigorously into his and almost immediately he came. After three or four rapid spurts, he sighed deeply and rolled to the side.

“OK. Go!”

BG gave him a quick kiss and slipped out of the bed, quickly dressed, inserting a pad inside her costume as she put it on. (She had learned that this was necessary at the end of their time together. And even more so since Ray was no longer using a condom.) Absently, she wondered if anyone would detect the odor of sex on her.

As she rolled her bat-cycle to the sliding glass doors, she paused to throw him a kiss.

“Thanks . . thanks for . . . .” he stammered out.

She smiled and nodded to him. Then she was gone.

Chapter 9. Three weeks together

It took a great deal of planning for them to arrange for their three-week vacation together. Batgirl had to arrange for time off from her job at the library as well as explain to the proper officials that Batgirl wouldn’t be available for that period. She had no idea of what arrangements Ray had to make, but was glad when everything was completed. Now, she could look forward to having three uninterrupted weeks alone with him!

Batman had opposed to the idea of Batgirl spending three weeks with “that jerk!” But when Batgirl had decided to go anyhow, Batman reminded her to be sure to take along her birth-control pills. Batman was not trying to be unkind, but he was seriously concerned about Batgirl. He knew that she didn’t have a lot of relationship experience with men, and he was concerned about how quickly this stranger has swept her off of her feet (and into his bed)! Batman also warned her that when an inexperienced person enters into a sexual relationship, the emotions can be strong, and what develops as basically a sexual liaison can generate infatuation that an inexperienced woman can mistake for love. And Batgirl was definitely inexperienced in romance. She, of course, dismissed his concerns, claiming that she was certainly sophisticated enough to know the difference between simple infatuation and a more enduring love.

When the time came, Ray and Batgirl boarded a small airplane Ray had rented. Ray flew the plane to Canada, where the two of them took a several hour canoe trip to get to the remote cabin that Ray owned.

During the trip, the canoe capsized. And it was only by great effort that Ray and Batgirl recovered most of their possessions. Their radio was lost, but most of their supplies were salvaged. They continued to Ray’s cabin, where Batgirl prepared a simple meal for their supper.

After supper as Batgirl was getting ready for bed, she was shocked to find out that apparently her birth control pills had been lost when the canoe capsized. She knew that the effects of the birth control pills would continue for a few days, but certainly not for three weeks.

She decided to wait until the next day to tell Ray about the lost pills. The night ahead was like a wedding night for both of them, and Batgirl didn’t want to disturb it with mundane trivialities.

And the night *was* like a wedding night, at least for Batgirl. After they made love, Ray lay by her side holding her close. She buried her face against his throat, acutely aware of the wetness between her legs. Batgirl knew she was still protected by the birth control pills, but the dampness could be the precursor of a disaster. But it didn’t feel like a disaster. It felt . . . right!

Gently he stroked her and she tried to think of something to say but there didn’t seem to be anything to say. Nothing that needed saying. All she needed to do was to come to terms with what lay between them. A sudden awareness that this was much more than an affair! But it couldn’t be, could it? She gazed at the naked man lying beside her and she thought her heart would burst right out of her chest. In that moment, she felt completely and irrevocably in love! No! This wasn’t an affair! At least not on her part! It was more! Much, much more!

And the next morning, when they awoke, they made love again. And again after breakfast. Everything seemed like a honeymoon, and she didn’t want to break the mood. Maybe she’ll tell him the next day. The time they were spending together was so wonderful she didn’t want to disturb it.

Chapter 10: Batgirl unmasked

After a week of solitude, they had made love in every room of the cabin and in many locations surrounding it. They had made love in many different positions and ways. Batgirl still had still not told Ray about the missing birth-control pills. She figured their protection must have worn off by then and there was probably no point in telling him now, spoiling the rest of the precious time they had together. She would just have to take her chances and wait for her next period.

It was a particularly warm and beautiful night. There was a full moon and a clear sky overhead. The two of them moved their sleeping bags to a clearing in the woods, built a small campfire and watched its flames. As the flames died, they enjoyed the celestial splendor above them wrapped in each other’s arms.

With practiced ease, he slowly, teasingly removed her bat-costume and she removed his clothes. Simple kisses, touches and caresses led both of them to a particularly intense session of lovemaking under the stars above. Afterwards, both of them basked in the afterglow, cuddled in each other’s arms.

“I love you, Batgirl,” he whispered, pulling her closer to him.

Ray’s words touched Batgirl’s heart, but the conversation was really secondary to the contact of his arms surrounding her. His touch told her he still wanted her even though they had just made love.

Snuggling in his embrace, Batgirl, wearing only her cowl and her wig, whispered back, “I love you, too!”

Batgirl rolled Ray onto his back and began kissing his chest, finding his nipple and sucking on it. It was strange sucking on a man’s nipple. Men’s nipples are always so small. But they became erect too, just like hers did. And it was obvious that he found her actions stimulating!

From the side of her eye, she noticed the something other than his nipple was becoming erect as she sucked. Without missing a beat, she moved over him, devouring his nipple as she guided his erect penis into her vagina. When he had used a condom, it had always felt cold when he entered her. Going ‘bareback’ was much more pleasant. But she couldn’t ride him properly while she continued sucking on him, so she used both hands to pinch each of his nipples as she began riding up and down on him. His hands ran up her sides, capturing her breasts steadying them as she bounced above him. And using her breasts as handles, he pulled her forward until he could capture one of her nipples in his mouth.

The triple stimulation: making love, pinching his nipples, him sucking on her nipple: absorbed her attention so greatly that it was as if a veil settled over the two lovers, and nothing outside of that veil existed. And in fact, nothing except the points of contact between the lovers existed either. She felt everything throughout her entire body! So immersed in their lovemaking, it was as if Batgirl was experiencing a non-stop orgasm, even though she knew her actual climax was still some time off.

Pumping up and down on his rock hard cock, feeling his mouth and tongue greedily sucking on her nipple and breast, she was barely conscious of his hands leaving her breasts and slide upward to enclose her face. Panting and whimpering in response to her pounding up and down on him, feeling his hips rising to meet her, she was totally engrossed in sex. She may have been aware, but she wouldn’t permit herself the distraction of noticing as he found and opened the fastener holding her cowl beneath her chin. Her excitement was escalating as her speed riding his member increased. She refused to let anything interfere with the experience, she gasped, knowing both consciously and unconsciously that his penis was expanding and becoming even harder as he peeled the cowl over her cheeks and upwards exposing more of her face.

So wrapped up in her passion as she bounded up and down on his solid manhood, her nipple being consumed by his greedy mouth, that she could not spare the attention to acknowledge the mask slipping from her face, taking her wig with it. Her pulse racing like a piston, she barely felt his mouth leave her breast or hear his incredulous words.

“Miss Gordon?”

“Yesssssssss!” she screamed as she lost all control, seizing his penis within her vagina, clamping down with epileptic intensity, climaxing all the more as her mask and wig fell to the side brushing past her shoulder. The ecstasy of Barbara Gordon’s unmasked face was fully illuminated in the intense moonlight.

Ray’s eyes were glued to her face, not really believing what he saw before him.

“Barbara Gordon? . . . From the . . . library?” he asked, incredulously, desperately trying to delay his climax.

“Yesssssssss!” she screamed again, grasping his member, driving him over the edge and he erupted, spewing burst after burst of his seed deeply inside of her.

Screaming again, Barbara’s passion lifted her even higher, renewing her orgasm as the reality that her identity was no longer a secret combined with her visceral, orgasmic climax, driving her almost to the point of mental shutdown, her pussy seizing him so tightly it was almost painful for both of them.

Eventually, their convulsions had to come to an end and she collapsed on top of her lover, moving her arm around him to hold him close to her as inevitably, he began to shrink inside of her.

Batgirl had known she would have to reveal her secret identity to her lover at some point. And that time had arrived!

“Miss Gordon?” he gasped, incredulously as his breath began to come back to him. “Barbara Gordon? From the library?”

Unwilling to raise her face from his chest, she gave a small nod.

Tightening his hold around her, he whispered, “I love you, Miss Gordon!”

Hugging him tighter to her, she responded, “I think our relationship has moved to a first name . . . .uuuuuhhhh . . . . basis . . .” Barbara gave an involuntary moan as he slipped out of her.

Ray began kissing her, kissing every inch of the face that had been covered by her cowl: her forehead, her hair, her cheeks, nose.

“I love you, . . . Barbara . . . Batgirl . . . Gordon!” Ray punctuated each word with a kiss.

Barbara asked, “Do you still want me, now that you know that . . . Now that Batgirl has a face and an identity? Do you still love me, now that I’m not just Batgirl, but Barbara Gordon as well, a simple librarian?”

Pondering, he rolled to her side and his hand caressed her stomach. “Hmmm, “ he said. “The same stomach that I fell in love with before.” His hand slid up to her breasts. “And the breasts . . . . “ He kissed each nipple, briefly drawing each into his mouth. “They seem the same, too!” Barbara was aware that his erection was returning. His recovery had been fast, but she didn’t care!

He grasped her chin between his fingers and gave her a slow, sweet, deep kiss. “It feels like the same mouth that I fell in love with!” He kissed her again and let his hand slide down along her sternum, between her breasts, passing her navel and gently exploring her pubis. “This feels the same, too, but I can’t be certain.”

Suddenly, he pulled her close and kissed her with a sudden fierceness. Responding in kind, Batgirl felt him roll on top of her and opened thighs so that although he was not yet fully erect, he still was able to enter her.

Breaking the kiss, he looked into Barbara’s eyes. “Yep, everything feels the same! And unless I’m very much mistaken, I can even feel my sperm still swimming around inside of you! So I guess I do love Barbara Gordon just as much as I love Batgirl!”

He held her close and they kissed for a long time. They connected in a deep, profound way. Although he remained imbedded within her, they didn’t make love, but simply held each other as closely as they could. And at this point, Ray surpassed any love she had ever had before. It seemed that what he was offering her was tender and true.

Finally, one of them, neither knew which, moved. It was just a *little* movement of hips, but it was enough. During most of the week they had spent together in the wilderness, Ray had generally exhibited self-control, carefully manipulating Batgirl and her body as they made love. But now, staring down at Barbara Gordon’s face in the bright moonlight, Ray Rule lost himself in his conquest. The slow, intense rhythm of a master lover disappeared, and was replaced with the frenzied fucking of a lust-crazed animal! Gazing upon Barbara Gordon’s naked face, Batgirl with her bat-mask and wig lying beside her, drove him to pounding in and out of her with powerful, rapid strokes, each driving deeper than the one before.

Barbara cried out with ecstasy as she experienced physical ardor like she never had before.

If their lovemaking had been intense earlier that evening, their eagerness became absolutely fiery as they consummated their love once more with absolutely nothing between them, not a condom, not even a mask! Batgirl had felt passion before with this man, but this time, her body responded with unprecedented fervor! Her orgasm, when it arrived, never seemed to end, and it wasn’t because she was trying to prolong it. It just went on and on and on!

Chapter 11: Batgirl goes further.

They lay entwined in each other‘s arms, the only sounds being the beating of their hearts and the sounds of wildlife around them. They may have dozed off. Barbara’s kisses woke Ray. He had softened and slid out of her, but he still held her. Rolling to his side, she kissed her way downward past his stomach until she reached his limp manhood, kissing it, then gradually taking it into her mouth and gently sucking. Ray grasped her head to pull her away from him,

“Batgirl! Barbara! I know you don’t enjoy this.” His words were soothing and quieting. “You don’t have to do anything that you don’t like.”

Barbara paused, and looked up at him. “I want to do something special. Something *special* for you!” And returning her attention to his manhood and muttered, “and for me, too!” She again took him into her mouth. He began to rise and soon her auburn head was bobbing up and down on him.

Ray relaxed, letting her do whatever she wanted. He was growing harder, but having experienced several orgasms already, it took him longer.

As he drew closer to his climax, he tried once more to pull her head away from him, but she refused, insisting on finishing what she had started. His breathing was coming fast. “Barbara . . . “ he gasped. Then he began thrusting hard into her, bumping against the back of her throat. Barbara remembered something she had learned when she had been forced to perform oral sex on a rapist, and she studiously relaxed her throat, allowing Ray much deeper penetration. It required a concerted effort to avoid gagging as he drove into her throat.

“Barbara!” Ray exclaimed, suddenly feeling her deep-throat him. Gasping rapidly, he rasped out, “Barbara, I’m cumming! Barbara . . . . .Bar . . . . . B . . . B . . . Barbuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh . . .” And he blasted spurt after spurt deep into her esophagus.

It was fantastic! Incredible!

Resisting the urge to gag, Barbara swallowed as fast and as best as she could while continuing to suck like a vacuum cleaner, running her tongue over his member, nursing hard on him. Ray wheezed as he fired more blasts of cum into her mouth in response to her insistent ministrations. She swallowed hard, but she had a hard time keeping up and some of Ray’s cum leaked from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin and dripping onto him

She looked up at him with emerald eyes that looked like they were just this side of innocence maintaining her suction and draining him completely as his climax passed, his breathing coming in ragged gasps. This time, she allowed him to pull her mouth from his softening member.

“I’ll do it again if you wish. I’ll do that as often as you want.” She took a deep breath, swallowing the residue in her mouth and throat. “I want you to know that I’ll do anything you want me to do.”

Taking a deep breath as his heartbeat began slowing down, Ray asked the standard question: “*Anything*?”

“Anything,” she answered, inspecting his penis and finding a small drop of cum seeping out from his urethra, she licked it off of his shrinking member before taking his entire penis into her mouth, cleaning it off with her saliva.

Once she had cleaned his shrinking member, Ray watched fascinated as she sat back and began collecting up what had spilled on his body. Some fell from her chin onto her breasts and she collected that carefully licking it from her fingers. He had never seen a sexier sight in his life than watching Barbara’s perfect face concentrating on licking his sticky, spilled seed from her small fingers and swallowing it.

“And if I want to fuck you in the ass?”

Batgirl looked up, a cloud coming over her face, as sadness entered her heart. There was a trace of cum still shining at the corner of her mouth. Then she whispered, “I’ll do anything you wish. Do you want . . . t- . .”

Ray shook his head. “No, I don’t want to. But I was just asking how far you’d go.”

“I’ll go as far as you want me to.” she replied. Ray held her close to him. He was satisfied with the commitment she had expressed. She was his. He knew it. And he suspected that she knew it, too.

Chapter 12: Barbara Talks with Ray

Now that Ray knew her secret identity, Barbara found that she could open up to him even more, sharing stories of her family life with Ray. Ray learned that Barbara’s father was the Police Commissioner for Gotham City, which was rather disconcerting, but this was always a typical reaction that Barbara had experienced with men.

And over the next hour, initially hesitantly, but gradually turning into a flood of words, Barbara poured out her entire sexual history, starting with the adolescent experimentation in high school, the youthful fumblings of a college student and working it’s way through the various rapes she had incurred, sometimes describing them in grisly detail.

“They hurt me!” Barbara wailed as she the memories of her rapes brought tears to her eyes. “And they hurt me on purpose! I know I was Batgirl, I was the enemy, but what causes a man to treat a woman . . . to treat anyone like that?”

She cried several times during the cathartic narrative and Ray held her as he patiently, lovingly listened to her story, kissing her and commiserating with her. She cried until she was spent, dehydrated, her eyes and the flesh around them a sitemap of broken capillaries. When she was finally finished with her narrative, and had cried her self out, her eyes were red and swollen, she begged Ray to make love with her again. “And be gentle. Show me again how much a man can love a woman!’

And Ray was gentle. As vulnerable as she was at that moment, she surrendered herself as she had rarely done. Batgirl concentrated on his face, admiring the fact that he was a man who loved her, and there was no violence in him at all! He was considerate and loving, and she rewarded him with a climax that went right through her and even beyond! And when it was done, the only thing she was aware of was a sense of completeness. Batgirl felt that it was the greatest expression of love she could ever expect to receive. It was beautiful! She had only known him for a relatively short period of time. Had she fallen in love with this man? She had certainly fallen in love with the way he touched her, the way he filled her.

Indeed, Barbara *was* falling deeper and deeper in love with Ray. Never having experienced a full satisfactory long-term relationship with a man, Barbara was convinced that this was the perfect love that occurs only once in a lifetime and with only one man.

Part of the marvel and beauty of this kind of love is that she didn’t realize it could end, or at best, change as their relationship matures.

In truth, Barbara was offering her life and soul as well as her body to him. Every time she lay on her back and spread her legs for him, every time she rolled on her side and put her heel over his leg so that he could enter her, she was sacrificing a bit of herself: she gave him a little more of her that he could not return.

Batgirl’s beauty, (when the clothes were off, of course), was uncultivated. What was there at night would be there I the morning, too. That was what Ray liked about Batgirl. What was he feeling, he wondered. Was it his lust for her? Or was something happening inside of him that made him care for her in an unexpected and unpredictable way?

Meanwhile, he continued to treat her wonderfully. At unexpected times during the days that followed, he would bring her hand picked wild flowers and specially picked berries he had found in the woods. He was always thoughtful toward her and never pressed her if she wasn’t in the mood. Barbara was not sophisticated enough to know what was happening to her. She was in love and she fully expected her love to be returned in kind.

Ray, on the other hand, knew exactly what was happening and what effect his attentions were having on Barbara. Every time he made love to her, he knew he was strengthening the bond she felt for him. Every time they had sex, she came a little closer to belonging to him, to becoming his possession.

Ray knew that she was strong willed, a trait that was necessary for her to maintain the persona of Batgirl. And that was good! Once Barbara became part of his family, Ray knew there would be opposition from Barbara’s father. Barbara would need all of her persistence and stubbornness to stand up against her father, and probably Batman as well. And Ray carefully kindled that devotion in Barbara, trying to strengthen it each time they touched each other.

He was pleased that he came up with this ‘honeymoon’ vacation in the wilderness with Barbara/Batgirl. And he resolved to do everything he could to strengthen her devotion to him. He was secure in the knowledge that the fruits of his efforts would be successful.

Chapter 13 Return to Gotham City

About three weeks had passed since Barbara had returned from her Canadian vacation with Ray Rule. She had returned to work at the Gotham Public Library, and made limited appearances as Batgirl. But she began passing up on the assignments as the Girl Wonder: she really didn’t have the energy she used to have, and she found herself distracted, daydreaming about the time she had spent with Ray.

And most of her waking hours were spent thinking about him, about being Mrs. Ray Rule, about living with him, about making love with him every night, and possibly every day as well! She knew she was behaving like a lovesick adolescent, but she couldn’t help it! She *was* in love!

The following Thursday, she had her regular weekly date with Ray. Ray had tickets for the opera and they had agreed that he would pick her up at Barbara’s apartment she would wear her regular ‘civilian’ attire. Ray and Barbara went to see *La Traviata*, and Barbara found herself overcome with emotion at the passionate music and the tragic story! She was crying when the final curtain came down. Then in the taxi returning to her apartment, Barbara had burst into tears again. But once the two of them were in her apartment, Ray poured her a glass of Bordeaux (Barbara felt that she would associate Bordeaux with Ray for the rest of her life). Sitting on the couch, Ray had held her gently and comforted her as her raging emotions settled down and the wine relaxed her.

Then she had led him to her bedroom where they had made long, slow, comforting love. After their first climax, they lay wordlessly entwined in each other’s arms. Although they had just made love, Barbara knew that what they had done was less about sex and more about loving and comforting. She didn’t understand why she was suddenly so emotional, but one of the side effects she recognized was that her runaway emotions made sex better than ever. Later, they made love again, and then both drifted off into a long, deep sleep, still in each other’s arms.

It was not until several days later that Barbara began to feel nauseous when she woke up. When she was throwing away her uneaten breakfast, she realized that her period was overdue. And the prior month she had spent three weeks in Canada with Ray having unprotected sex!

On her way to work, she stopped at a drugstore to buy a home pregnancy kit. The results were positive. From the library, she called to make an appointment to see her doctor. The doctor examined her and confirmed that she was probably pregnant, but took a blood test to confirm his findings. On Wednesday, he called her with the results. Barbara was definitely in the family way! Since she planned to see Ray the next evening, she decided not to call him, but to wait until Thursday and give him the news in person.

Barbara’s mind wandered back, and she was certain that this child had been conceived on the night Ray had removed her mask. There had been so much passion and intensity in their love that night that conception must have been the result.

Chapter 14- I want you to meet my family

Ray was delighted with the news! He hugged her and hugged her and kissed her and hugged her some more. Barbara had never seen him so elated! Ray insisted that Barbara take Friday off from work and let him take her to his home so that she could meet his family!

Barbara agreed, holding him tight. Ray wanted her to meet his family! And then she was sure he would propose marriage to her. And she wanted so much to be his wife and to have his baby. And, after much hugging and kissing and even a few tears, they cancelled their reservations for the night and Barbara began unbuttoning his shirt. Her only request was that he not be too rough. She didn’t want to take any chances about hurting the baby. Ray wasn’t! He was perfect!

Chapter 15: Meeting Ray’s family

The next morning, Barbara awoke to hear Ray talking on the phone, telling someone that he was bringing Barbara home to meet them and that he expected Barbara to be joining their family soon. The prospect of being part of Ray’s family filled Barbara with joy, until she heard Ray arguing with someone called Sarah. She couldn’t make out what the argument was about but it was something about how Ray knew that Friday’s belonged to her, but she would have to make concessions since Ray was bringing Barbara home.

Over breakfast, they agreed that Barbara should wear civilian clothes and would be introduced as Barbara Gordon. It would probably be best if Barbara’s Batgirl persona were kept secret, even from Ray’s family.

Barbara carefully selected a modest, conservative wardrobe for the trip. At Ray’s suggestion, she packed an overnight bag and soon, she was sitting nervously beside him as he drove westward out of Gotham City. Eventually reaching the next state, they entered a wooded area that seemed remote from city life, even though the big city was not that far behind them. They drove through the woods for a long time. Eventually, Ray pulled through the open gate of a walled estate and slowly drove up to an immense house, almost a mansion. There were several cars in the circular driveway and Ray pulled his Mercedes behind a Volkswagen. The voices of children playing could be heard somewhere as Barbara stepped out of the car.

“Is there a school near here?” she asked as Ray moved to her side.

“No, it’s just the children playing behind the house,” he replied, taking her elbow and steering her toward the house.

As they approached, the front door, it opened and a rather slight girl somewhat younger than Barbara and dressed rather plainly greeted them holding a toddler on her hip.

“Barbara, this is Sarah. Sarah, Barbara.” Ray’s introductions were brief and efficient. “I’ve brought Barbara to meet the rest of my family. And I hope Barbara will be part of our family soon!” Barbara felt confusion. She should have felt joy at the suggestion that Ray was hinting at marriage, but something didn’t feel right about the obvious relationship between Ray and Sarah. Also, there was definitely animosity in Sarah’s eyes when Sarah looked at Barbara.

Noticing Barbara’s overnight bag, Sarah turned on Ray. Pointing to the bag, Sarah demanded, “You’re not going to have her stay the night, are you?”

Ray raised his eyebrows. “Sarah . . . .” There was a hint of warning in his voice.

Sarah continued, “Because Friday night belongs to me! You’re not going to pass over me for *her*, are you?” Sarah threw her arm around Ray’s neck, kissing his cheek wetly and crying, “I’ve missed you all the time you’ve been away lately! I want another baby, and I won’t give up tonight, not for her! I won’t, I won’t. I WON’T!”

Gently, but firmly extracting himself from Sarah’s grip, Ray put a finger over her lips. “That’s enough for now, Sarah. Go to your room until you can collect yourself and present a better welcome to our guest!” Sarah began to sulk and was about to respond when Ray held up his hand in the classic ‘Stop’ gesture. “Go!” he stated firmly. Pouting, Sarah threw a poisonous glare at Barbara before turning on her heels and walking away.

The evidence Barbara had just observed left her with a very queasy feeling in her stomach. “Is she . . . your . . . sister?” Barbara choked out. “Your . . . daughter . . . maybe?”

Ray turned to her and placed his hands on her arms. “I apologize for Sarah’s emotional outburst. She’s very young and doesn’t understand.”

“Understand what?” Barbara asked, not wanting to hear the answer. “Are you married to her? Is she your *wife*?”

“I told you before,” Ray stated, “I am not married. I have never been married.”

Just then, Barbara heard a door open at the far end of the corridor and a quick glance showed her that a group of people was entering. There were three or four women who appeared to be between the ages of nineteen and forty. There were also a large number of children, ranging from infancy to about fourteen years old.

One of the toddlers, a precocious boy, perhaps 4 years old, ran forward with a scream of delight. “What did you bring me, daddy?” The toddler pulled Ray’s suitcase on its side, opening it, and rummaging through it.

“And here is the rest of my family!” Ray beamed. Taking Barbara by the hand, he led her to the ‘family’ and began introducing first one woman and her children, then moved on to another woman. The entire scene was so bizarre that Barbara scarcely could take it in. It wasn’t until Ray concluded, “and now you’ve met all of my family!”

“All of these children . . .” Barbara managed to stutter out, “. . . they’re . . . *yours*?”

Ray nodded, proudly.

“. . . And you’re not married to any of their mothers . . .”

Again, Ray nodded.

“And . . .”

For Barbara, this was a moment of truth. She *had* to ask the question! “And do you have any intention to marry . . . me . . .?”

Ray looked honestly surprised.

“Barbara,” he began. “We’ve never said anything about marriage.”

“You want me to be part of your family, but you have no intention to marry me?” she confirmed.

Barbara’s growing mental confusion was interrupted by the toddler who was riffling through Ray’s suitcase.

“Daddy, what’s this?” the child demanded. He was turning something over in his hand, something he apparently had found in Ray’s suitcase. Barbara recognized it immediately.

“*My birth control pills! *” Disbelieving, she stared at Ray. “I thought they were lost when the canoe capsized! But you *took* them. You had them all the time! Why?” Barbara tried to blink away the tears that were forming. “You knew I’d get pregnant without them! Why did you do that?” Angry and confused, Barbara’s mind was still trying to find a rationalization where she could justify Ray’s actions. Maybe it was simply because he loved her.

Sheepishly, Ray dropped his eyes. “I wanted you to be part of my family.” Gently, lovingly, he put his hand on Barbara’s still flat stomach. “I thought that this would help.”

Still not willing to believe the obvious, Barbara took hold of Ray‘s hand, pressing it against her still flat stomach. “You fucked me for three weeks, knowing I was unprotected, knowing I was fertile, and never once thought to ask if *I* was ready to have a baby, if I wanted a baby! How could you?”

Anger and a sense of betrayal suddenly filled Barbara’s soul. She looked at the other women standing down the hallway and pulled his hand from her stomach. “What is this? Do you have a different woman for every day of the week?”

Apologetically, Ray shook his head. “I’m afraid not. I hadn’t really planned to tell you this way, but . . . Well . . . there are only *five* women in my family right now . . .”

“And you want *me* to be *Thursday*, is that it?”

Cornered, Ray shrugged his shoulders. “Well, if you want to put it that way . . . yes . . .”

“Ray!” Barbara wailed.

“Well, after all,” Ray said in a consoling voice, moving to Barbara and putting his hands on her arms again, “You are carrying my baby . . .”

Barbara shrugged his hands from her and spat out, “Take your hands off of me!”

“Barbara . . .” he coaxed. He tried to caress her cheek with the tips of his fingers. Again, Barbara shrank from him. “Don’t *touch* me!” and she turned to head for the front door. Ray grabbed her arm to stop her.

“Barbara, I can’t let you continue in this frame of mind,” he began in a cajoling voice.

Years of training as Batgirl snapped into place. Without even thinking, she whirled back to face him. “*I told you not to touch me!*” she whispered in a deadly soft voice and planted a hard knee into his crotch. Ray squealed and doubled over. Immediately, Barbara’s flat hands slapped onto the sides of his head forcing unexpected air deep into his ears and, she suspected, rupturing at least one of his eardrums. Ray’s shriek had just begun when her knee pounded upwards a second time, connecting with his face. Barbara heard a huge, satisfying crunch as her knee drove into his beautiful, patrician nose, breaking it, and driving him up and backward into the crowd of women and children. Blood spurted from his nose and already the lower half of his face was covered with blood. Barbara saw him slide downwards, unconscious in the arms of his ‘family’ before she turned and walked out the door.

Skipping the Mercedes, Barbara slipped behind the wheel of the Volkswagen. Batgirl’s conditioning had prevailed. Hidden upon her person were various tools and devices, and within moments, she had ‘hot-wired’ the car and drove it through the still open gate.

Chapter 16: Batgirl comes home to Daddy

A moderately sized city was surprisingly near and even more surprising, Barbara found a car rental agency on the main street. She pulled in and using a stash of money and a credit card she had hidden on her person (after all, Batgirl is always prepared for any contingency) she quickly rented a car and acquired directions back to Gotham City. Slipping the desk clerk a $100 dollar bill, she directed him to return Ray Rule’s car to his estate. Then Barbara headed back towards the big city.

Behind the wheel, Barbara practiced various breathing exercises that relaxed her and calmed her down. But she knew of no exercises to ease the pain of a broken heart. Barbara wanted to be with Ray in spite of her ache. But her pride still hurt her.

Now that her fantasy was smashed, reality surfaced. The same willpower, the same strength of character that had pulled her through the most difficult and dangerous situations as Batgirl sustained her and she continued to drive westward to Gotham City.

She would have to retire as Batgirl. Although she hadn’t even felt the baby inside her yet, she already loved it and wanted to keep it, regardless of who the father was. Continuing her heroine activities while she was pregnant would place the baby at risk, and she wasn’t willing to take that chance. And likewise, being a heroine after the baby was born presented too many risks . . . she might be killed or injured . . . or at least it would require that she be separated from the baby too much. She wasn’t willing to do that either.

Even though she was financially comfortable, she knew it wouldn’t be easy to be a single mother. But she knew of several places where she might get help, such as the Bruce Wayne Home for Unwed Mothers. Grimly, she realized how antiquated that name was. She would have to talk with Bruce about it.

But there was one other task that Barbara knew she had to complete before she did anything else. She drove directly to Number One Police Plaza. Her father would be busy at work, but he would always find time for his ‘little girl’, and Barbara had to make some confessions and apologies and to give some explanations. There were other apologies to be made, too: Batman, for one. But that would come later.

Talking with her father would not be easy. She had been raised as a good Irish Catholic girl, and her father would think that sex to his daughter should be nothing more than a gender. Even though she was 25 years old, her position in her family was still that of a child. Father to daughter, daughter to father, the relationship had never changed. The possibility that his good Catholic daughter might not be a virgin would be inconceivable to her father, let alone that she had been sleeping with a man regularly while she was still not married! Impossible! Throughout her adult life, Barbara’s father had ignored the subject entirely.

Admittedly, he had been required to go through numerous mental gymnastics to maintain the concept that his daughter’s relationships had been entirely chaste.

The fact of the matter was that since college, Barbara had lived an essentially celibate life.

Ray had changed all that. Now, she wondered, where her own deep eroticism had come from.

Indeed, Barbara’s task during the next few hours would be to get her father to accept her as an adult, a grown up woman. And a woman who was going to have a baby. Without a husband. Barbara sincerely hoped that the fact that he would soon be a grandfather would help her father accept everything else.

More than anything else, Barbara wanted her Daddy to pick her up and hug her like he did when she was a little girl. She wanted him to trust her and believe in her, just as she trusted and believed in him!

And somewhere along the line, she would have to tell him about Batgirl. She hoped he’d be able to understand and accept that, too!

Undeniably, the next several hours would be difficult. But she was Irish, and she was stubborn, two traits that would help her.

Pulling to a halt in front of the Police Headquarters, Barbara recognized a police officer she knew. She tossed him the keys to the car and with her sweetest smile asked him to park it somewhere.

Stepping into the lobby, she entered the elevator that would take her to her Father’s office. Drawing herself up to her full height, she pressed the button. This was the beginning of the next twenty years of her life. It would not be easy, but it had to be done.

The elevator doors closed behind her.

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