THE WINNER TAKES IT ALL

PART 4

BY

FLEXMAN

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This is the third part in the Riley Parkin saga. If you have not read the first two stories, “How I Spent My Summer Vacation” and “My Life of Crime”, I recommend you do so before you read this story.

The characters in this story, with the exception of Riley Parkin and Kitty (Miranda Herrera), all belong to DC comics. This is a not for profit story. It’s just a parody. No one under eighteen should read it.

Selena Kyle sits on one of the park benches overlooking Finger River in Robinson Park. City Hall looms to her left and Wayne Tower adorns the Gotham City skyline behind her. It’s early morning and except for the occasional jogger going by this area of the park is deserted. She sits alone on the bench just waiting.

“Good morning Selena,” says a voice behind her.

“Pamela,” she responds. “I’ve been waiting for almost half an hour; what kept you?”

“I was convinced this was some sort of a trap, after all our last meeting did not end so amicable. I thought this might be some payback. I wanted to make sure it wasn’t.”

Poison Ivy has the amazing ability to blend in with the vegetation around her; she is not visible to the naked eye so Selena does not bother to turn around; she knows there’s nothing to see, just a disembodied voice coming out of nowhere and everywhere. “Don’t think I didn’t consider it,” she says. “But the situation has changed.”

“Yes, the situation is always changing. So what do you want?”

“Did you know that Star Laboratories has developed a new herbicide?”

“What?”

Selena reaches into her purse and pulls out a magazine with a page marker. She holds the magazine out. A thick vine emerges from the bushes, reaches out and takes the magazine from Selena’s hand. It disappears in to the vegetation. Selena waits. After several minutes; “Those bastards!” a voice rings out. “It’s nonselective and systemic; they’ll murder millions of plants!”

Selena smiles. “Yes, I thought that might interest you. Of course, if you could get hold of the formula you could develop a way to counter it and save your precious weeds.”

“Don’t play with me Selena. What do you want?”

“I stole a copy of the formula three nights ago. They don’t know I have it.”

“And naturally you will give it to me.”

“Save your pheromones and fragrances, bitch. I don’t have the formula with me and I’m the only one who can retrieve it and I fixed it so I can’t retrieve if I’m not alone.”

“Very well Selena, so we’re back to my question; what do you want?”

“Five liters of your pheromones and two liters of that sleep inducing pollen of yours.”

“Ah, there are men you wish to dominate?”

“Pamela, I’m offended. Do you really believe I need any help from you to get my way with any man? No I would like the other kind.”

“Yes, I should have known. You like to dominate women, judging by the amount you want it seems you’re looking to dominate several women. What are you planning Selena?”

“That’s none of your concern. Do we have a deal or not?”

“It will take me a couple of days to produce that much, but yes we have a deal. How do you want to do the exchange?”

“Give me a call when you’re ready and we’ll select a location; send Harley.”

“Why Selena, don’t you trust me?”

“My, you do ask the most pointless questions.” Selena stands and walks away.

His real name is Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, but most people know him as the Penguin and believe it or not, it fits. The man literally looks like one. He’s a short, obese, pear shaped man, with a long hooked nose, dressed in a black tuxedo, expensive fur collared overcoat, top hat and carrying an umbrella. He’s also wearing a monocle. To me he looks like a clown, but I do understand, the whole getup has become part of his public persona, and I’m also aware that his umbrella is packed with all sorts of weapons. Still I can’t get over the street name, Penguin? What’s up with that? A Penguin is just a flightless bird that waddles around. Like a platypus, they don’t do much, so why the hell would anyone want to call themselves that? Like most other hero and villain names, it’s stupid.

Penguin looks me over for a minute and then opens a file on his laptop.

“Riley Parkin,” he says like he’s expecting me to be impressed that he knows my name. “You’re supposed to be some sort of genius; you almost graduated from Gotham University with degrees in electrical engineering and computer science, you were on your way to being cuma sum laude for both with a perfect four point three GPA. You were also doing pretty well at your job hawking computers and stuff and you had two hot girlfriends you were making time with.” He smiles at me. “This especially touches me; as a former geek myself I always feel warm all over when one of us makes good with the ladies and one of these ladies happens to be a school teacher, now that’s impressive.”

“I got to tell you,” I say. “I’m really impressed with your amazing ability to read, but maybe you’d like to get to the point and tell me why we’re talking?”

“But this is not the end of your story, is it? You built a very impressive life for yourself, scholarship, job with good commissions, couple of hot girlfriends, a bright future and then it all went south; you hit on a streak of bad luck and it all came tumbling down; you got caught cheating, they kicked you out of college, you lost your scholarship, you lost your job and your two girlfriends kicked you out, all on the same day. No one is that unlucky, who’d you piss off?”

I don’t answer, just stared at him.

“This was all obviously arranged by someone with means,” he goes on. “You have any idea who did this to you?”

“You tell me.”

“I don’t know anything about that. But I might be able to help you.”

“Out of the sheer kindness of your heart?” I ask.

“No, out of pure self-interest and enlightened greed; I’m here to give you a job.”

“A job? But you’re a mobster.”

“Don’t act so innocent. I happen to know you’ve been helping Selena Kyle take down scores for almost two years. I figured with your present circumstances you might want to move beyond the penny ante jobs of that two bit sneak thief and make some real money with me.”

“And how do you know all this?”

“I have my sources.”

“Yeah I’ll bet you do.”

“Look, I need a guy with your skills; cybercrime is the future. You can write a sniffer code for me; help me set up a credit/debit card theft operation, now there’s some real money. You can also launder money for me and while we’re at it industrial espionage, insider trading, stock manipulation, the possibilities and profits are limitless. I got to tell you, getting kicked out of college might end up being the best thing that ever happened to you.”

The guy must be kidding me; I can do all that on my own. I don’t need him to do those things, but something else caught my attention.

“You know what a sniffer code is?” I ask.

“Sure, it’s used to steal credit and debit card numbers.”

“No offense, but you don’t strike me as a computer savvy type of guy, so where did you hear about sniffer codes?”

“I have my sources.”

“You said that already.”

He sits there smiling at me; he’s quite pleased with himself. After a minute I smile too, but not for the same reasons he’s smiling. I’m smiling because without meaning to this big fat juicy pig has inadvertently given me an epiphany, two actually.

The first thing that tips me off is the timing. I got expelled and fired yesterday and now, the very next day, this asshole shows up and offers me a job, now isn’t that convenient? Coincidence? I think not. I know Bruce Wayne (or Batman if you prefer) has done all this to me, so the first question is why is Penguin here now?

I remember a conversation in Bats’ apartment with Bruce Wayne in his Batman persona six months ago. He started lecturing me on how I can go either way; he said I have a bright future as an engineer or I can turn to crime because it’s easier or more exciting. But now, thanks to him setting me up and getting me thrown out of school with this cheating charge hanging over my head, it seems he’s made the choice for me; he pushing me in the direction of crime, why? Is it vengeance; getting me back for the Gen Hadar deal? If he wanted to put me in jail he could have framed me for a more serious crime then just cheating on a test, something with serious jail time. So what’s his game and why put Penguin on me? Then it hit me, the first epiphany, Batman wants to use my tactics against me, he’s going to use Penguin to set me up and then when he has real evidence of what I’m doing for Penguin he’s going to use it to blackmail me into working for Wayne Industries. He’s trying to box me into a corner. What a bastard! But what do you expect from a control freak?

This leads to my second epiphany; in order for this to work, Batman must be in control, he has to covertly manipulate Penguin and, of course, me. To do that he needs someone who knows cybercrime on a technical level. Someone like the ‘source’ Penguin keeps mentioning. I remember in that same meeting with Batman, he made a comment about how I reminded him of someone. He wouldn’t say who, just that I would be meeting him soon enough and that he would arrange it. At the time I didn’t give that much thought, but I am now. Think about it, there’s no way Bruce Wayne could approach Penguin directly. A respectable businessman and pillar of the community could not be associating with a known down and dirty mob boss like Penguin and he couldn’t approach him as Batman because Penguin would never trust him, so he has to use an intermediary that Penguin trusts and would follow Batman’s orders. I’m not sure why, but I suddenly feel it’s vital I find out who Batman is using to do this to me; I have a feeling my survival depends on it. The problem is that the only way to do that is to get this fat lump of meat to tell me. Somehow I have to get this asshole to give me the name of this source he keeps talking about. This is hard because I don’t have many cards to play in this little drama, but I do have one.

“Forget it,” I tell him. “Just drop me off at the next corner.”

“What’s wrong? I’m offering you a good job and you haven’t even heard what I’m willing to pay.”

“You think I’m stupid? Don’t you think I know what’s going on? You set me up; you put me in this situation.”

“No, I didn’t. I had nothing to do with what happened to you.”

“Really, let’s look at the timeline here. All these bad things happen to me yesterday. Now, the very next day, the very next morning, you show up and offer me a job. What am I supposed to think, it’s a coincidence? Bullshit, I don’t believe in coincidences. It’s obvious, you set me up and I’m sure as hell not going to reward you for fucking up my life.”

“This is ridiculous. I didn’t target you. I have sources that keep me informed of what I need to know.”

“Yeah, you keep saying that like it’s a magic bullet that explains everything. Look, find someone else and drop me off right here.”

Penguin sits there staring at me for a minute. “You ever hear of someone named Eddie Nigma?”

“Name sounds familiar.”

“He used to be called the Riddler.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s right. He used to be a master criminal and an arch nemesis of Batman, but he went legit and became a private dick. What’s he have to do with this?”

“He and I are old friends. A while back we were having a drink and I asked him about cybercrimes; I was thinking about getting into it and he’s the authority on the subject. He explained it to me. I asked him if he wanted to give up this detective business and come run things; we’d be partners. He said no, but he told me he’d be on the lookout for some talent for me. Yesterday evening he comes into my place and tells me about you. Said you were exactly what I was looking for.”

“How did he happen to know about me?”

“Think about. When the University began to suspect there was a possible cheating scandal coming down the pike, they hired a private detective to look into it and keep it hush hush.”

“And Nigma was the one they hired.”

“You got it.”

“But that doesn’t explain how he knew about Selena and me.”

“I didn’t ask him that. He’s the best private detective in town; I figured he checked you out.”

“Yeah, you would think so.”

“So, do we have a deal?”

“Give me a day to think about it.”

“There’s a catch.”

“There always is.”

“You’re an electrical engineer; I need you to do a job for me. It’s important and I want to see if you’re as good as Eddie says you are.”

“What’s the job?”

“Not yet, I don’t have all the details yet. My sources are still gathering the intel. Come by my place on Friday night and we’ll discuss it then. It’s the Iceberg Lounge. You know it?”

“Yeah, I heard of it.’

“Come by late, around ten and wear a jacket and shoes, no sneakers; I run a class joint.”

Catwomam selected a small storage garage that had once been used by Joker as hideout. Now the building is dilapidated and abandoned in a rundown neighborhood in Old Gotham near Crime Alley. For Selina it’s perfect; the windows are both boarded up and blackened, there were only three ways in and they are all locked by excellent heavy duty locks. The city is worried that homeless vagrants would settle in so they made sure they couldn’t get in. One of the entrances is on the roof, which guarantees that’s how her prey would enter. Best of all Batman and his people know about this place, so once the trap is set they’ll come and check it out. Selena and Kitty bring in two mattresses, floor mats, photography and video equipment, ropes, lighting and set the whole thing up out of sight on the first floor behind a false wall. Discrete surveillance cameras, whose wireless feed Kitty could monitor on her laptop, are strategically placed around the garage floor. Riley had once shown her how to do that. When they finish sundown is still an hour and a half away. She’ll be here after dark, thinks Selena, that’s how she operates and we’ll be ready for her. The four suitcases are stacked in the corner. They look clean and modern, clearly out of place in this building. Selena is certain they’ll attract her attention. Kitty sets up her laptop in the secret room, makes sure the batteries are fully charged and ops checks the whole setup. Everything is operational. Now all they have to do is wait for Ricki’s call and hope she can sell the tale to Bat Bimbo and Cuntress.

Ricki Varela waits in the alley across the street from Aparo Park. She’s a hooker who’s been coerced into snitching for Batgirl and she doesn’t like it. Batgirl caught her muling Coke for one of Tobias Whale’s dealers and threatened to turn her in. Ricki’s rap sheet already had two convictions; another and she’d be a three time loser. Ricki would do anything to avoid that so she agreed to Batgirl’s demands. She hated it; her street creed is important to her and hates being a puppet on a string to that fucking bitch. Sometimes, her buddy Huntress would jack her up for info too. What’s worse is that neither of these cunts ever gave her any cash for her info, not a fucking penny. Those self-righteous cunts expect her to risk her ass for nothing. Ricki had never given away the time of day or the air you breathe for free; she never gave freebies, never and these bitches think they can use her for free, well fuck that! Today is payback, big time. Catwaman said that she wouldn’t have to worry about these two cunts ever again and she backed it up with cash. For payback, Ricki might have done it for free, but could not bring herself to turn down Catwoman’s money, so bonus. She had called the numbers both Bat Bitch and Fucktress gave her. She arranged to meet the red head first and the brunette two hours after, like Catwoman instructed her to. So she waited for the first one to show. She thought about smoking some weed to mellow, but decides that keeping her mind sharp is more important.

“You seem nervous?” Ricki turns around quickly. Damn, the bitch got behind me again; Ricki hates that, how does she do that without making a sound? “So what do you have?” Batgirl asks.

Ricki hesitates; here we go. “I had a visit from Johnny St. Clair yesterday.”

“Whose he?”

“He’s one of Boss Whale’s fences. He came by for some fun and games. He was feeling good and had cash to throw around. He snorted some coke and after we had a tumble, he started talking. He felt like bragging and said he was taking care of some big scores.”

“Did he give any details?”

“Yeah, the more he snorted the more he talked. He said there’s a new crew working Gotham and he was their pipeline. He said he made an exclusive deal with them to handle all their scores. He said they did the Baxter Building job, the Jewelry Exchange and the Haydan mansion in Metropolis.”

“Bullshit, Catwoman did those jobs; it’s her style all the way,” Batgirl comments.

“Hey, I’m just telling you what he said. Beside, St. Clair would never handle any of Catwoman’s scores, Whale won’t let him; he hates her. I hear most times she does her own fencing. Sometime she might use Penguin, but never Whale. Word is he’s convinced she rip off one of his warehouses so he put the word out to his people not to touch any of the Cat’s stuff ever.”

“Did he say anything else about this new crew?”

“Just that one of them claims to have worked for Joker once; talked about the experience; how he survived it. They’re using one of Joker’s old places as their base of operations; somewhere in Old Gotham near Crime Alley.”

“St. Clair said all that?”

“He’s an old customer, been coming to see me for a while now. I’m like his bartender; sometimes he bares his soul to me.”

“Sounds a little farfetched to me. Word on the streets is Whale is on his way out; Penguin and Two Face are doing on number on him. Why would a hot crew throw in with him?”

Ricki shrugs. “Hey, you told me to keep my ears open and let you know what I hear. I just did. I have no idea how reliable it is. If St. Clair was talking shit just to impress that’s the risk you take. All I know is he had a big wad of cash, was looking for a good time and was being real generous. Take it for what it’s worth.”

Batgirl stares at her for a moment. “All right, I’ll take it under advisement, but if I find you’re wasting my time I’m going to be pissed.”

“Yeah, yeah, you always say that.”

“I’ve got your life in my hand. Unless you want to spend the next twenty-five years inside you better not be fucking around with me bitch.”

Batgirl produces a gun, points up toward the edge of the roof of one of the buildings, fires and a line with a grappling hook in the shape of a bat shoots up. The hook grips the edge of the roof and it pulls Batgirl up. She disappears once she goes over the top.

What a cunt, Ricki thinks. I hope Catwoman nails her ass to the wall and turns her in to cheap fucktoy. It would serve her right. Ricki looks at her watch. Gotta call Catwoman and get ready for the next cunt.

Batgirl lands on the roof of the garage. According to her computer link to Batman’s data base, this is the only known hideout Joker used in this part of town, so she’s here to check out Ricki’s tip. It’s probably a waste of time; she’s convinced Catwoman was the one who pulled the jobs Ricki talked about. Still she can’t ignore Ricki’s tip, she’s been reliable in the past. She checks the door, locked; no problem she had picked better locks than this one. Once inside, it’s dark. She flips her visor to night vision. She silently makes her way down the stairs to the first level; there are six offices overlooking the actual garage floor. Most of the offices are locked; she picks the doors and discovers the rooms are all empty. She scans the garage floor from the balcony. She detects no body heat signatures; there doesn’t appear to be anyone in the building. She flips the infrared off, pulls out her flashlight and walks down the stairs. This use to be some sort of dispatch garage, cabs or repair trucks, before the neighborhood went bad and the business moved on. She scans her light around the floor and hits pay dirt in the far corner. On the wall, diagrams of their last job, the Haydan mansion and the alarm system; there’s a chalk board with a timetable listed and a table. It looks like Ricki’s tip was on the money. Batgirl scans the rest of the section and sees four large suitcases stacked in the corner. The crew’s tools Batgirl figures; she better check them out. She takes the top case down and sets it on the floor. It’s locked; she picks the lock carefully and opens it. Batgirl does not recognize what she sees in the case. No tools, it looks like some sort of electronic device, but she can’t figure what it is. She stares at it for a minute but doesn’t recognize it. Riley could probably figure it out, usually she would take a picture of it and show it to him, but his expertise is no longer available to her. It’s one of many things about him that’s no longer available to her. She relocks the case and decides to examine the next case. When she reaches for the next case she begins to feel funny. She first feels dizzy. Then her vision becomes blurry. She starts having problems keeping her balance and standing. Bright spots appear before her eyes; then she begins coughing and having trouble breathing. Batgirl remembered; she had experienced this once before; when Poison Ivy sprayed her with her sleep inducing pollen. She tries to get to the door but her legs give out from under her. Just before she passed out she sees two women in tight body suits, heels and gas masks standing above her, their hands on their hips. One of them speaks through a microphone in her mask.

“I don’t think Riley will be coming to your rescue this time.” Batgirl then blacks out.

“What did you use?” asks Kitty.

“Ivy’s pollen,” Catwoman answers. “It’s odorless so she wasn’t aware she was breathing it in. What’s more, it’s also absorbed through her skin so it gets you both ways. I rigged a dispenser in the case designed to shoot who ever opens it and it doesn’t even make a hissing noise to tip anyone off.”

“How long do we have to wear these masks?”

“Not long. When it’s absorbed into the blood stream it will last about thirty minutes, but in open air it dies in less than two minutes. In five minutes we can take these masks off safely, meanwhile we have things to do. You get to the door on the roof and relock it. I’ll set the suitcase up for the next bimbo.”

“How much time do we have?”

“Ricki is scheduled to meet with second bimbo in an hour. It should take her another hour after that to figure out it’s this place. So figure about two hours to have some fun with this bitch here.”

Kitty went up the stairs to the roof door. Cats rearmed the suitcase and put it back on top of the other three cases. Selena then drags Batgirl’s unconscious body to the secret room and plops her on one of the mattresses. She then remove Batgirl’s utility belt, finds the compartment with her communicator, pulls it out and removes the lithium ion batteries from it. She puts it and the rest of the belt into a lead lockbox and secures it. By this time Kitty has returned and removes Batgirl’s cape and gloves then putting them on. She swings her body in a circular dance with the cape flying around her. “How do I look?” She asks.

“Cool,” Cats says as she removes Batgirl’s boots and socks. “Riley is right, she does have sexy feet.”

“Yeah, I approve.”

Together both women remove Batgirl’s body suit and armor. Then Cats removes Bats’ sports bra.

“You know,” Kitty remarks. “I’ve seen her naked before when Riley carried her out of Harley and Ivy’s warehouse. I’ve been aching to fuck her ever since.”

“I’ve seen her naked too and I did get to fuck her twice, as I will again.”

“Well, tonight will be a first for me.”

“Let’s start the preliminaries, shall we?” Cats smiles as Kitty removes Batgirl’s thong.

Leaving only Batgirl’s mask on, they arrange her in various poses, while Kitty proceeds to snap pictures of Batgirl’s anatomy. First, the basic full body shot of Batgirl lying on her back. Her legs are spread for a close up of her still shaved pussy. They sit her up and lean her back against the wall and fix it so her chest is point out to better accentuate her tits. They lay her on her stomach to best show her ass. They again spread her legs for the next shot to show her pussy from a different angle. They then shove her legs under her ass so as to make her buttocks look like a round firm peach and to display her asshole. Kitty takes a close up shot of that.

“I know from personal experience that she likes taking it up the ass,” Cats comments.

“Well, with all the large dildos we bought I’m sure we’ll make her very happy tonight.

The next shot is a little tricky. Earlier Selena hung two lines of ropes from hooks on the ceiling. The hooks are a little more than a yard apart. At the end of the ropes she tied nooses. They lay Batgirl on her back again; inserting a thick pillow under her hips to elevate them. They then lift her legs up to a ninety degree angle and put the nooses at the end of the ropes around her ankles. She lays there in an L shape with her bare feet up in the air. Kitty sets up the camera to take a shot of both Batgirl’s cunt and asshole at the same time. It’s also a nice shot of her long legs going up topped off by the soles of her bare feet. Selena tilts Batgirl’s upper body to the side so her face is shown in the shot.

They take several more compromising shots including one that gives the impression that Batgirl is fingering herself and another one with Batgirl’s hand on a large dildo that’s been inserted in her cunt. When done Cats sit’s Batgirl back up against the wall.

“I wanted to do this the night we first met Riley, remember?” Cats says.

“Yeah, you had her handcuffed to a chair and you were going rip off her costume and mask live on line in streaming video.”

“Riley gave me a better idea. Rather than exposing her identity blackmail is better. So, let’s do this; better late than never.”

Kitty frames the camera shot. Then Cats reaches down and takes Batgirl’s mask off exposing her bare face to Kitty’s camera.

“I don’t recognize her,” Kitty says. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her before.”

“She looks familiar. I’ve seen her somewhere,” Cats counters.

“Do you remember where?”

“No, not a clue.”

“Not a problem,” Kitty smiles. “That’s what the DMV is for.”

Kitty walks to her laptop and downloads a front shot of Batgirl’s exposed face on it. “What does the DMV have to do with any of this?” Cats asks.

“Riley showed me how to do this once. He downloaded a facial recognition program he stole from the feds onto my computer. First, I hack into the DMV database then the program will compare a number of features of Batgirl’s face with the DMV’s driver’s license photos that everyone takes when they get a driver’s license.”

“Won’t that take hours if not days?”

“Well, the trick is to narrow the search parameters. First, we designate female, then we narrow it to Gotham City addresses; color of hair red. It is red, right?”

“She’s still shaving her pussy, but I don’t see any off color roots, so yeah, let’s assume red.”

“OK, color of eyes green, we have her height, I figure her age is over twenty-six but no older than early thirties. So if I calculate what years she would have been born for her age to be between, say, twenty-six and thirty-three, now we have an age range.” Kitty hits enter and within minutes half the screen shows Batgirl’s face and the other half shows pictures of red headed women cycling through as the computer compares and eliminates them. “Shouldn’t take too long and when it finds her it’ll let us know.”

“Cool,” Cats smiles. “And while it’s doing that we can pass the time fucking the hell of her.”

“Sounds good to me,” Kitty smiles back. The two women walk back to Batgirl’s unconscious body lying helpless on the mattress. She pulls out a syringe.

“Instead of spraying her I’m going to inject Ivy’s pheromones into her. It should speed up the process. Then I’ll revive her. Handcuff her wrists behind her back.”

Fifteen minutes later Batgirl is awake with her thighs spread and Kitty’s head buried between them; her dark brown hair bobbing around. Cats is working on Batgirl’s tits, alternating between her two engorged nipples with her talented tongue and fingers expertly trained on how to properly massage her fat sacks. Kitty’s wet tongue, experienced lips and skillful finger tips are also at work on Batgirl’s cunt. The two women are slowly driving Batgirl insane as she moans and yaps through the whole process. Thanks to Ivy’s pheromones, Batgirl’s mind is completely clouded over as she’s lost in the intense sexual sensation engulfing her body. A monster orgasm is building. Then when Kitty attacks her clit with the tip of her tongue while her fingers still work her cunt Batgirl experiences a sexual explosion inside of her. She screams at the top of her lungs. It lasts several minutes as Batgirl thighs clamp and unclamp on Kitty’s head, she arches her back and her ass bounces off the mattress.

“It’s just the beginning of a long night for you Batbitch,” Catwaman says as she locks her sleek thighs around Batgirl’s. Kitty reaches down and peels back Batgirl’s labia, allowing Catwoman slit to slap against Batgirl’s. Their clits now swollen beyond recognition also rubs back and forth against each other’s; giving off tremendous heat. Kitty, having oiled her hands, rubs and twists Batgirl’s tits, pinches, squeezes and stretches her nipples. The rubbing of the clits continues until it reaches a frenetic pitch. As if they are in synch, both women climax at the same time. Screams fill the cavernous garage as the women let their rapture travel from deep inside them and emanate through their respective labia and red hot clits.

The two women lay there exhausted as Kitty continues to mischievously play with Batgirl’s tits like she was playing with two gobs of silly putty. This went on until an alarm sounds from Kitty’s computer.

“We got a hit,” Kitty says. It brings Catwoman out of her stupor as she follows Kitty to the computer. Kitty punches keys and stares at the screen; her eyes dart back and forth between the photo on the screen and the passed out Batgirl lying on the mattress.

“Yeah, it’s here,” Kitty announces. “Her name is Barbara Gordon.”

Catwoman comes around and looks over Kitty’s shoulder at the screen. Her eyes go wide. “Do you know who Barbara Gordon is?” Kitty shakes her head. “That’s police Commissioner Gordon’s daughter.”

“You think he knows?” Kitty asks.

“Probably not, but it doesn’t matter. The world finding out that his daughter is Batgirl can’t be good for him. Anyway, I’m ready for the next round.”

“Great,” Kitty says. “Now it’s my turn.” They walk back to the prone Barbara. Kitty pulls up a chair while Cats lifts Barbara’s limp body and dumps her across Kitty’s lap. Kitty puts a condom over her left thumb and then jams it into Barbara’s tight rosebud of an asshole. She slips the rest of her fingers into Barbara’s well lube cunt and begins curling her fingers inside of her. Barbara’s instantly come awake and starts moaning. After a few moments Kitty finds Barbara’s G-spot and starts working it hard. Barbara’s moans turn to screams as her hips start bouncing off of Kitty’s thighs. Barbara’s’ fingers clutch Kitty’s calf, but Kitty doesn’t stop. Barbara’s is being driven crazy. Finally her next orgasm hits her in a big way and she goes limp again.

Selena grabs Barbara’s wrists and pulls her off of Kitty’s lap. She slams Barbara’s against the wall.

“Assume the position Barbie,” she says.

She spreads Barbara’s legs wide. Cats then produces one of the largest dildos Barbara’s has ever seen. While Barbara’s stands there pressed against the wall with her hands cuffed behind her back, Cats spreads Barbara’s ass cheeks, shove the dildo up her anus and turning the vibrator on with her thumb. An overheated Barbara Gordon begins sobbing. “No more please, enough.”

Selena laughs. “Oh, we’re far from done. You still have a ways to go before we’re done with you.”

Kitty kneels down with another vibrator and starts whacking Barbara’s clit, which is already standing at attention. When the next climax comes Barbara’s scream is the loudest yet. Kitty is positive Gordon would lose her voice. Barbara collapses on the floor like a pile of rags.

“My turn again,” Kitty says as she straps on a large dildo around her waist.

“Great,” Cats confirms as she puts oil on her hands. “And I’ll go back to working her tits.”

When they are done, Barbara Gordon is unconscious again. Her body smells of sweat and cum. Both Cats and Kitty are also exhausted but very satisfied. That’s when Cats cell phone rings.

“Yeah?”

“Great,” Cats says. “We’re ready for her. Thanks, there’ll a bonus.”

Selena looks at Kitty. “The other one is on her way.” Instantly both women are energized for round two. They hide the weak and unconscious Barbara Gordon behind a false wall. They hide behind another false wall as they watch the developments through Kitty’s laptop from the hidden cameras throughout the garage.

It goes by the numbers. Huntress arrives and enters the building the same way as Batgirl; through the roof. She spots the suitcases in the corner and like Batgirl she opens the top one and like Batgirl she can’t figure out that the device she’s staring at is a dispenser that sprays Poison Ivy’s sleep inducing pollen in her face. And like Batgirl, she passes out soon after. From there the routine proceeds the same way. Selena and Kitty strip her naked, photograph her in several provocative poses, unmask her and put her picture in the computer to compare with the DMV’s photo library. It takes longer to come up with an ID since Huntress is a brunette and Batgirl is a red head; brunettes are more common than red heads, but come up with an ID it does, Helene Bertinelli, middle school teacher. They get a good laugh out of that. After Selena and Kitty have their fun giving Helene a large number of orgasms, they proceed to the final phase of their plan.

At precisely nine pm a minivan pulls up and out comes six young black men. All are porn actors. Selena meets them at the garage door.

“All right, listen up,” she tells them. “Inside are two women who are the stars of our little production. They took too many drugs so they’re a little out of it, but that’s not going to hold up production; we do have a schedule to keep. The scene is an orgy where these two rich nymphomaniacs need it rough and you are the guys who are here to please them. You don’t have any lines and it’s all improv, so just go with the flow. The cameras are all around and they’ll be filming, we’ll edit later.”

The men are all being well paid for the night’s work and once inside they are pleased with how the two women look. They take their clothes off; the production lights go on, Kitty at the computer nods to Selena that all the cameras are rolling and Selena yells “action!”

Barbara is on all four with one man behind her fucking her cunt and another one in front pumping his cock in her mouth. Barbara is sucking enthusiastically. When the next man comes up behind her for his turn Selena orders him to fuck her ass instead. Through the cock in her mouth Barbara moans her approval.

Helene is on her back, her thighs against her chest with another of the actors on top fucking her cunt, another man standing over her face, his long cock hanging over her mouth as Helena licks the tip of his cock for several minutes, eventually giving way for the massive cock to sink down to her throat.

They lift Barbara over a man lying on the mattress. They lower her so her asshole is impaled on his cock. Once this is done, she lies back on his chest while another man shoves his cock in her cunt and yet another man face fucks her. A fourth man mashes her two tits around his cock and starts sliding it back and forth. All four men go to town fucking their particular area while Barbara goes crazy with lust.

Helena on her knees in from of a standing man, licking his scrotum, then working her way to the base of his cock and then up the stem to the tip; another man is kneeling behind her pumping his cock inside her asshole, their hips moving repeatedly in rhythm front and back.

Barbara is lying on her back, a close up of face as two cocks are stuffed in her mouth at the same time.

Two of the actors are taking a break in the corner. One actor whispers to the other. “Hey man, I don’t think they two bitches are faking it. No one’s that good an actor. I think they are really enjoying it.”

“I don’t know; that’s hard to believe. I’ve never seen any woman produce that many orgasms. It ain’t possible.”

“They sure look real to me. You think this is on the up and up?”

“I don’t give a shit. We’re fucking two great looking hot babes with killer bodies and we’re getting paid to do it. I don’t care if they really are cumming or it’s just an act, it don’t get better than this.”

The orgy continues for another hour before the actors all run out of gas. They all dress, Selena pays then off and they leave. Barbara and Helena are both sitting on the floor, their backs against the wall, their heads down, passed out. They are both completely covered in cum and sweat and they reek. There’s cum leaking from their asses and mouths, as well as combination of cum and urine from their cunts. There’s even dry encrusted cum on their respective chests from all the titty fucking. Their hairs are encrusted with semen and matted. There are bruises and contusion between their legs and on their tits. The men knew how to do rough on cue.

Selena and Kitty take this opportunity to play dress up by trying on the Batgirl and Huntress uniforms. For Kitty it’s pointless, she both too short and skinny for either uniform, but on Selena they both fit perfectly.

Kitty drives the van inside the garage. Within an hour and a half, the two women pack up all their equipment inside the van. Wear Batgirl’s uniform Selena approaches the two defeated women; Kitty trails behind.

“The pheromones should have worn off by now,” Selena notes. “They should be waking up but they’ll be oh so tired and worn out.”

Cold water is thrown in each woman’s face. Then using the tip of her booted toe Selena lifts Barbara’s chin up so she can see her eyes.

“Back with us Babs?” She asks. She walks to Helena and also lifts her chin with her toe. “How about you, Helena? You two ladies have had quite a night.”

She steps in front of both women. “Listen up fucktoys. I know your secret identities and I have the mother of all porn films where you two are the stars, with plenty of close ups. I sure your father’s boys in blue would get a real kick out of watching their boss’ daughter perform for their viewing pleasure.” Selena turns to Helena. “As for you, I’m sure all of your student would love to see their hot teacher show off all her assets. Hell, they’re all whacking off over you anyway, now they won’t have to use their imagination anymore, they’ll be able to see the real thing.”

“And let’s not forget all your enemies. I’m sure they’re all looking for some payback; wouldn’t they like to know who you really are. I bet Penguin and Two face would love to turn you into street walkers.”

“Here’s how this is going to work. First, your days of trying to catch me are over. You will not interfere in any job I’m doing, no more trying to trap me. I don’t care if you still want to go after evil doers, just not me. Second, you don’t tell anyone about this arrangement; not Batman, not Nightwing, Black Canary and definitely not Riley, he’s never to know. And finally, Kitty and I get to fuck you anytime we want. We’ll either show up at your places or you’ll get a call to come over to my place; either way, you’ll be available for us. What was that expression Riley always used, ‘enthusiastic participation.’ Yeah, we better see plenty of that when we get together, ladies, or I will be unhappy.”

“I’m taking your uniforms with me as a souvenir; I’m sure you two have backups. If you’re wondering how you’re going to get home there’s a pile of old clothes in the corner there. I got them from the basket at the homeless shelter. They don’t smell too good but neither do either of you. Good night ladies and have a nice walk home.”

With that Selena and Kitty get in the van and drive out of the garage.

I arrive thirty minutes early for my appointment with Penguin because I want to look over the Iceberg Lounge. I’ve seen this place before from the outside but never been inside before. I give the doorman my name and tell him I have an appointment with Penguin. Bats and Hunty never wanted to come here when we used to go clubbing; I guess because the Penguin is a mobster and they and Batman are always fighting him. I thought that was strange because most of the clubs in Gotham are mobbed up in some way. I have to admit Penguin is right; this is a class joint. There’s a dining area that can compete with the best restaurants in Gotham City, a large dance floor and one of the longest bars I’ve ever seen. In a bygone era there would have been a big band complete with crooner to entertain the guests and provide music for dancing. I can just picture the guest in tuxes longing around the bar or cocktail tables. Today it’s a DJ instead of the bandstand with a digitized, computerized setup where no expense was spared. The station has everything, six turntables for both vinyl and CDs, mixers, crossfaders and time code system. The list goes on and on. The sound system made my mouth water. Just being here around all this electronics makes me horny.

I go to the bar and order a Sam Adams on tap and study the guests. It’s Friday and the place is busy, real busy. There are several mobsters I recognize from Bats’ files hanging around; guys from Penguin’s gang. There are also many rich upper crust people too; this is not a cheap place. I guess mixing it up with the dangerous types and walking on the wild side is part of the attraction.

At ten on the dot an efficient looking woman in a business suit walks up to me, tells me the beer is on the house and to follow her. We walk through the big kitchen to an elevator; go up two floors and down a hall way to an oak double door. She knocks and without waiting for an answer opens it to lets me in. She doesn’t come in with me, stays outside closing the door behind me.

It’s a big spacious office, complete with long conference table, book shelves along the wall with tons of books, expensive carpet, plush bar but no windows anywhere. Penguin is sitting behind his long oak desk; the same two goons in suits that were with Penguin when he picked me up in his limo are hanging around the corner and another man is standing in front of Penguin’s desk. He’s tall, white, with a long, lean angular build. His black hair is slicked back; he has a long thin face with a pointy chin. He’s dressed in a sour apple green suit with black question marks everywhere. He’s holding a bowler hat and a cane with another question mark as a handle. Bowler hat? Where the hell do you even buy a bowler hat today? I don’t think they even make them anymore. Then I remember rap stars and pimps still wear them, so I guess they might be coming back, most things usually do if you wait long enough.

Penguin makes the introduction, but I don’t need anyone telling me who he is; I’ve seen his file on Bats’ computer, Eddie Nigma, the Riddler. He puts out his hand to shake it. I have the stun gun within reach. I’m thinking about zapping him, putting him down and kicking him in the balls. I know it’s nothing personal on his part, he’s just taking Bruce Wayne’s money and doing a job, but I still have an overwhelming desire to strike out at him. I don’t; one of the keys to life is knowing how to pick your battles and when to pick your moments and this is obviously not the battle and not the moment. They will come, but not right now. I take his hand and shake it, keeping a neutral expression on my face. He has this stupid self-satisfied smile on his face.

“Something funny?” I ask him.

“It just you’re not what I expected.”

“How so?”

“I mean two hot girlfriends and all, I expected more. How did you get these two women to sleep with you?”

“Why, you looking for advice?”

“No, it’s just you are reputed to have done some pretty amazing things. I’m just wondering how much of what I heard about you is true or just hype.”

“Sounds like you’re jealous.”

“Listen kid, I’ve been doing this a lot longer than you’ve been alive.”

“No, you been getting caught doing this longer than I’ve been alive. Not something I’d be bragging about.”

“You think you’re better than me? You think you can take me on?”

“Careful Eddie, unlike you I don’t warn my opponents what I’m going to do by leaving helpful riddles for them to find.”

That did it; the smile was gone. I think I hit a nerve. He was about to say something but Penguin interrupted. “Now, now boys, play nice. I didn’t bring you two here to watch you measure your cocks.”

“Yeah,” Nigma says. “Let’s get on with it before I do something you won’t like.”

“Yes,” Penguin says to me. “I have a job for you, a sort of test to see if you’re as good as Eddie here says you are.”

“Wait a second,” Eddie interrupts. “We didn’t talk about any test.”

“A situation has come up. I think it’s an excellent opportunity to see what Mr. Parkin is capable of.”

“This may not be a good idea.”

“It’s an excellent idea, Eddie. Mr. Parkin appears to be good at taking tests, I’m would like to give him one. I want to know how much Mr. Parkin knows about a particular subject.”

“What subject?” I ask.

“I need you to tell me everything you know about the All-American sport of five card stud poker.”

TO BE CONTINUED