Parts of this story were suggested by two fans, A. Cooley and Danorian.
"Is Supergirl is dead, Britannia?" Batman says to the English - no, better make that WELSH witch. The queen of faery folk in the British Isles, Alyssa, had captured and tortured the Girl of Steel, ultimately causing her heart to stop. Only the timely arrival of Batman and Britannia stopped Alyssa's plan to resurrect a dead giant by stealing Supergirl's star-fueled energy. Alyssa hoped to escape from the magical prison created by Britannia but her plan was foiled by the three heroes.
"She isn't dead, Batman, she's barely alive, but she IS alive, thanks to that bolt of magickal energy I fired at her body," Britannia replies. Surrounded by a horde of small faery folk, Britannia and Batman (who's carrying Supergirl's nearly naked body wrapped in his black cape) walk out of Alyssa's cave/prison. Britannia turns and uses her magical 'Isle Sceptre' to strengthen the wards at the cave mouth. "There," she says triumphantly. "My spells used to just keep magical beings inside the cave. Now Alyssa can no longer lure any being into her cave, either. She is well and truly trapped here.
"I can't thank you and Supergirl enough for your help," the, well, what the hell, the English Enchantress says to Batman. She's a striking figure (after stealing some of Supergirl's power and energy to rejuvenate herself*). Britannia is now a buff, busty raven-haired 20-something beauty of 5'10".& She's clad in a skin-tight (and stretched to its breaking point) white unitard with a copy of the 'Union Jack' or British flag hanging sideways down the front of her costume. Black knee-high leather buccaneer boots are on her feet and white leather gloves reach above her elbows and seem to fade into the whiteness of her unitard. A mask covers her eyes and regal cheekbones and a hood and cloak partially cover the top of her head and extend down to her magnificently-sculptured butt.
"What did she mean when she called you 'sister' and 'Rhiannon'? I thought Supergirl said you're an English sorceress," the Dark Knight asks his lovely companion as they stand on the slopes of Dinas Emrys, a small hill in northwestern Wales. He looks around but cannot see the cave they just left. It's hidden to all but a few magically-inclined beings.
"Long ago, Gwyn ap Nudd, known to humans as Arawn, the last great king of the 'otherworld', exchanged places for one year with a minor Welsh king, each ruling the other's kingdoms. He made one of the human ladies-in-waiting in the Welshman's court pregnant before he returned to the otherworld. Nine months later, I was born, half-human and half faery-folk. Arawn had no interest in me and after many trials and tribulations, I eventually wound up as apprentice to the great mage Merlin. He taught me about magicks. Upon Arawn's death at the hand of St. Collen, his Regent summoned me to the otherworld where I first met my half-sister, Alyssa. We were both asked to choose where we wished to live. I quickly chose the human world and she sought her father's kingdom - I was happy to let her have it. Many years later, I saw that she was abusing her great powers so, with Merlin's help, I trapped her in that small cave.
"When Merlin passed from this plane of existence, I became 'the English Enchantress', Britannia," she concludes. The witch reaches one arm out, holding the sceptre aloft, and as a group, Britannia, Batman and Supergirl float into the air, heading toward the sorceress' home near Stonehenge.
* * * * *
"I'm afraid things have become a bit complicated, Batman," the witch says when they return to her 'home', a magically-created place that looks a bit like an English peasant's cottage. Batman gently lays Supergirl's body on a low couch which was materialized by the sorceress upon their arrival in this place. Still wrapped in Batman's cape, Supergirl's silver boots and gauntlets are all she has left on her body - the suit of armor she had been wearing, once worn by the English warrior queen Boadicea, was destroyed by Alyssa. When he straightens up after putting the blonde on the couch, Britannia moves close to the Caped Crusader and places a hand on his chest. Her eyes seem to bore into his - she says nothing but looks at him like a fox about to pounce on a hen.
"So, uh, what should I call you?" Batman replies, looking at the witch. He feels an odd stirring in his loins and beads of perspiration begin to form on his brow, beneath his cowl. His heart beats a bit faster and he can feel his hands getting sweaty inside his gauntlets. DAMN this woman is a dazzling beauty, he realizes. He could almost suspend his strict moral code and sweep her off her feet and ... and ... "What the Hell am I thinking!" he mentally scolds himself, "she's a fellow crimefighter, and deserves the respect ... the respect ... but my God, she IS lovely!"
"That is part of the problem, my stalwart friend," the sorceress says, moving closer to the Caped Crusader until their boots and knees are touching. His thoughts and concerns vanish from his consciousness. As one of her hands continues to stroke his pecs, she puts the other white-gloved hand against the side of his head and smiles sadly up into his dark brown eyes. Her 38C breasts brush against the bottom part of his chest. "If another magic-user were to learn my real name, it could be used against me in a spell. So you must forget ... forget ..."
A blank look briefly washes across the Dark Knight's face as he forgets her relationship with Alyssa and that her real name is Rhiannon. Now all he can think about is how lovely she smells, how close she is, and how very hard it is becoming to NOT want to take her here and now. Beneath the tight fabric of his costume, his own personal mix of Kevlar©, rubber and spandex, he can feel his manhood rising in expectation even as his mind tries to think of something other than having sex with this lovely woman. He's not aware that she's already raped him once and has cast a spell of enchantment on him, so that he is strongly attracted to her.* Britannia, too, is enchanted - she hasn't seen a man as magnificent as Gotham's Finest in decades, if not centuries.
"Let me show you some of my treasures," she says to him in a deep, throaty, sensual voice. Batman nods his head and the witch slides an arm around his waist, pulling his body close to hers. "I'd like to have a bit of insurance, just in case," she thinks
"You mean you have something else here that is as lovely as you are," Batman gushes like a horny teen on his first date, looking down at the shorter woman as they begin to walk past Supergirl's comatose form. Neither thinks a bit about the savagely-defeated Kryptonian. Their hips rub together sensuously as they take a few steps. The hero's ability to resist her seduction collapses from the onslaught of her touch, her smell, and the magic spell she used on him. The one-room 'cottage' suddenly has a second room and the pair pass through the doorway into what is apparently a bedroom. Once inside, a door suddenly appears and closes behind them, ensuring their privacy.
"I would like to see ALL of you, my love," Britannia says in a soft whisper. "May I undress you?"
Batman nods his head again and begins to loosen some of the hidden fasteners which keep his costume on his body. At the same time, Britannia helps, by pushing him backward onto the bed. As Batman flops down on his butt, the witch drops to one knee and removes his boots. "I know you're concerned about your secret identity," she says. "You may leave your cowl on, my dear, but the rest must come off."
Batman rises to his stocking-covered feet and Britannia begins to unwrap him, pulling off his gauntlets, then pulling down his leggings, and so on until the Dark Knight is left standing in just brown socks and cowl. Britannia waves her hand and her entire costume vanishes. The befuddled Dark Knight gasps at the sight of her body - although her unitard shows off every curve and dip in her body, her magnificent musculature now seems to be unreal, almost unbelieveable.
"Leave your hose on," she tells him, making a soft, tinkling laugh and pointing at his socks, "it makes you more human, and definitely more of what I've come to expect from a male lover," she adds. He smiles at the woman then yelps when she suddenly grabs his manhood and, at the same time, pushes her other hand against his chest, knocking him backward onto the bed. She follows closely after him, landing on the bed beside Batman, her hand still clutching his engorged tool, her body pressed against his side.
Before Batman can react, Britannia releases his penis and climbs onto his stomach, resting her butt just below his navel. She puts a hand on each side of his thickly-muscled pecs and leans down, brushing her lips against his. Batman sticks his tongue out but she pulls her face away before he can make contact. When his tongue goes back into his mouth, she again dives down to tease him, withdrawing again when he tries to 'French' her. As she's doing this, she slowly grinds her nether regions against his stomach. She can feel his massive erection throbbing against her anus and she smiles inwardly at the torture she's inflicting on the man. Fun for him, but more fun for her as her clit grinds against his rock-hard abs!
Batman reaches up and wraps a large hand around each of her breasts, then squeezes and compresses each like half a grapefruit. Britannia moans as long-lost sensations flood through her body. When he then pinches each of her nipples between a thumb and forefinger, her eyes close and a small trickle of saliva leaks from the side of her mouth. Batman pulls downward on the nubs, stretching them, and Britannia moans in ecstasy. Batman releases the nips and again begins to caress her tits, gently dragging his fingers in circles around the base of each soft white mound and across the tips. "Oooohhh!" Britannia moans, shuddering from his touch.
"C'mere, witch," Batman commands sternly, reaching up and wrapping his arms around Britannia's back. He pulls the woman down and crushes her breasts against his pecs. She's pinned now and unable to resist him when he mashes his lips against hers and forcefully kisses the woman, jamming his tongue through her lips and into her mouth. She fights back and their tongues fence for minutes, each person moaning and groaning from the pleasure they're giving each other. For as they kiss, each one strokes the other's body, increasing their sexual fervor.
"What am I doing?" Batman's mind screams even as his body thirsts for the woman's. "I can't do this to her, can I? Shit, how can I NOT!" he argues in his head. His will collapses, though, when the English Enchantress raises her waist off his stomach and slowly lowers her vagina onto his erection. Both gasp as his hot throbbing tool is surrounded by her hot, soft vagina. She slowly raises and lowers her hips, enveloping more and more of his penis inside her body with each downward stroke. She slightly - VERY slightly - regrets that she didn't use magick this time to enlarge his penis before she started, but knows that he might not like her doing that and anyway, she enjoys having him conscious and participating in what is really her rape of him.
"OOOOOHHHH HHHUUUUHHHHNNNHHH!!" she gasps as the full length of his tool fills her love canal.
"Mmmmmnnn!" Batman pants as waves of pleasure wash over his body from her attentions.
For several long minutes, the two crimefighters rut like a sweat-drenched pair of minks, screaming, yelping and moaning in pleasure as each one revels in the other's body. Suddenly, Britannia sits erect on Batman's dick and screams "AAAAAHH AAAAHHH YYEEEESSSSS!!" as a massive climax sweeps through her buff body. Seconds later, Batman raises his hips off the bed and pumps his love juices into the witch, groaning and grimacing in pleasure at his own mighty orgasm. As his juices flood into the witch's vagina, she gets another massive orgasm and almost falls off the Cape-less Crusader's body as she swoons from the feeling. Only his hands on her arms keep the sorceress in place. Spent, exhausted, she falls forward onto his chest and their arms wrap around each other's body. Britannia slowly and tenderly kisses and nuzzles Batman's neck, below his cowl. His flaccid dick is long enough that it is still inside her body.
A few moments later, both are deeply asleep. Supergirl's condition is forgotten.
* * * * *
As when he was first raped by the sorceress, Batman awakens before Britannia. "Mmmnn, wh-what ...?" he stammers as he slowly realizes there's a naked woman on him. Slowly, he recalls that he was with a witch and lost his powerful discipline, and then was literally raped by the woman. "How could I let that happen?" he asks, now that reason has returned. "Of course, I WAS with a witch!"
"Mmnnh, what was that, my love?" Britannia mumbles, slowly awakening atop the Dark Knight. She begins to draw slow circles around the muscles on his stomach as she nuzzles the man's neck with her nose and lips. She can feel him still inside her, she can feel him starting to get another erection.
"I don't usually mix pleasure with crime-fighting," Batman says sternly, brusquely unentangling himself from her arms and rudely pulling down his hips, yanking his dick out of the woman. "So I'm wondering how it is that we wound up here, naked and obviously post-coital. Have you been using your damn magic on me?" His erection fades as quickly as his anger rises.
"Am I not attractive enough to be worthy of your affection?" she asks in a hurt little girl's voice and flutters her eyelashes.
"You are, but that shouldn't be enough to make me do ... do ... do what we did!" he complains, rising to his feet. As he looks down on the floor for his costume, he suddenly notices the dried cum on his waist and thighs. "My GOD, woman, you DID use magic on me!" he bellows in a disgusted voice at the witch, scooping up his costume. As he heads toward the door, clad only in his cowl and brown socks, Britannia whispers a short incantation and the man suddenly freezes in his tracks.
"Now you listen to me, MAN!" she commands, rising out of her bed. A slight wave of her hand and the cum disappears from his body and from her skin. Another wave of the hand and her costume magically reappears on her body while she walks to stand in front of the nearly naked crimefighter. She's ready to explode in anger at his crude behavior.
"I don't normally entertain gentlemen callers, you know," she says, venom obvious in her tone. "I haven't, in fact, invited a man into my bed since that rogue of a lancer with the 17th Hussars - Harry Flashman, I recall as his name, back in the early 1800s. You need to tread carefully, man, lest you feel my wrath. I will forgive you this one time, since we've known each other only a short time, but let us hear no more of your childish bleatings and protestations. We enjoyed each other as adults should and now we will tend to our injured friend.
"Get dressed, man. You embarass yourself, standing there in your stockings and cowl," Britannia says sharply, walking past Batman. She mutters another brief arcane phrase and he can again control his body. He blushes, then looks down at his now-clean waist and thighs, sighs, and begins to climb back into his costume. A little later, somewhat subdued after her tongue-lashing, Batman rejoins Britannia in the 'main room' of her lair. He doesn't feel that he's experiencing the right emotions. He's not even sure HOW he should feel. He SHOULD be as mad at her as she seems to be with him, but he also feels like he must do something to get back into her good graces. He's NEVER felt that conflicted around a superheroine before, so he doesn't know what to think. The door to the bedroom vanishes, to be replaced by a bookcase as the Caped Crusader leaves the bedroom.
"I can keep her alive, Batman," Britannia says in a cold, professional voice, leaning over Supergirl's body, "but she needs more help than I can give her." She thinks to herself, "especially since I don't want to expend all that delicious energy I stole from her a few days back."
"She's my ride," Batman says. "Is there any way I could get in touch with others at the Justice League? Several could come over here and pick us up and maybe we could restore her strength and powers. They CAN be restored, can't they?"
"I believe she can be as right as rain, Batman, if she gets enough radiation from the yellow sun," the sorceress says. "I'll put a little into her in a while, to help her along, but I can't give her enough for her super powers to return to normal. As for your friends, I'm afraid I have no way to contact them."
"But you contacted us in the JLA headquarters - just do that!"
"I contacted KARA, not the JLA, or you," she replies, smiling at the silly mortal. "I'm attuned to HER essences, her energy. I just found her and materialized by her. I could find you, now, but you're here and your friends are not. Can you ring them with a trunk call?"
"Ring them with a trunk call - oh, you mean a long distance phone call," Batman replies in a confused voice. "I guess I can. Do you mean you have a phone here?"
"No, but there is probably one down the hill, or perhaps in Amesbury, a village about three kilometers to the west," she replies. "Be a good lad and check it out, will you? I'll leave wards up and when you or your super powered friends enter the inner circle of stones, I'll retrieve you. Meanwhile, let me work on our friend."
Before Batman can protest her cavalier treatment of him, he disappears from the room and reappears at Stonehenge, inside the inner-most ring of stones. Tourists gap at the sudden appearance of the costumed man but he wastes no time with them and begins to stride away toward Amesbury. Part of him is raging with anger at the witch and her behavior, but another part of him can't wait to see her again, feel her in his arms, and smell her hair as her head snuggles against his chest. "What the HELL is wrong with me?" he blusters, inhibited by her spell to attribute his attraction to her to magic.
* * * * *
Two weeks later, Supergirl returns to Leesburg, Virginia. She's been on Themyscira, home of Wonder Woman, the Amazon Princess, undergoing daily treatments by Mala the Amazon's 'purple healing ray'. She's also been lying naked in the sun, soaking up yellow sun radiation. She's finally restored all the energy she used in the British Isles helping Britannia and Batman stop the wicked, evil Alyssa. Whenever she thinks of the tortures the faery queen used on her, Kara shudders. Most of the nightmares have stopped - she no longer dreams of six-foot tall butt-ugly 'brownies' biting her breasts and ripping them out by the roots, or of impossibly thick slabs of ice penetrating her vagina and anus and turning her lower body into blocks of ice, or ...
"At least things can get back to normal, or whatever," she muses as uses a secret entrance into the basement of her condo. "I wonder what Barbara is up to?" she muses as she enters her bedroom. In a heartbeat, her costume is off and stashed in a secret nook in her wall. She drops naked onto her bed and picks up the phone. Using super vision to scan a D.C. phonebook in her nightstand table, she gets the number to Congresswoman Gordon and calls her friend.
"Hi, Congresswoman, it's Linda ... Linda Danvers? I'm back," Supergirl tells her friend. "Diana's people finished helping me recover from, uh, my visit to Alyssa's place."
"That's great, darling," the Congresswoman gushes over the phone, recognizing Kara's voice. "Our 'batty' friend told me what happened. So, are you busy tonight?"
"Afraid so," Kara replies, sadness evident in her voice. "I'm going to visit my Congresswoman," she says, smiling and laughing. She also suddenly notices that her left hand has begun to softly, tenderly stroke and caress her nether region. As she and Babs talk about where and when they will meet, what they will wear, who should bring the wine, yadda yadda yadda, the Girl of Steel slowly and then faster begins to tease her vagina and clitoris with her fingers. Her body responds quickly, wetting her fingers and dripping onto the bedspread below her butt. She cradles the phone against her ear and moves her other hand to begin caressing her breast. Faster and with more strength, she begins to kneed and crush one breast beneath her powerful fingers.
Barbara quickly deduces what her friend is doing from the frequent short gasps she hears over the phone line. With devilish cunning, Gordon decides to string her friend along and begins talking about clothing that hugs the body and rubs against certain areas, about the feel of soaking in a hot tub, about the 1001 things one can do with a shower with a flexible shower head, and suddenly Kara gasps and moans loudly. Barbara laughs at her friend and asks, "is there some trouble at your end?"
"You ... you're mean <gasp> and evil," Kara replies as her body recovers from a spectacularly nice orgasm. "Now I need a shower," she continues. "See you tonight."
* * * * *
Several hours later, two attractive women, one with black hair, the other with brown hair, meet at 'Modern', a swanky, upscale watering hole on M Street in Georgetown, D.C. They're not drop-dead gorgeous but they (especially the raven-haired woman) are attractive enough to draw the attention of several men in the bar. After two free drinks, they leave the bar, together but without male escort, much to the chagrin of several men in the bar. They have a light pasta meal at Donatello's Ristorante, on L Street near the Kennedy Center, then hop a cab for the short ride back to the Congresswoman's Georgetown apartment.
A few minutes later the two women enter Barbara's home and as she enters the kitchen, Kara moves into the living room and plops down on the couch. She's wearing a tight mid-thigh length gray cotton skirt, a gray leather jacket, a sleeveless silver spandex turtleneck, and black heels. Remembering a comment Barbara said the first night they made love, Kara also has on a pair of clear silk stockings. Barbara is very un-Congressional in a leather jacket, leather midi and boots, all black, and a white silk blouse with ruffled cuffs. She puts a tray of crackers and cheese, a carafe of red wine, and two glasses on the coffee table then sits beside the disguised Maid of Might.
"I'm feeling a bit of déjà vu," Kara says, looking first at the goodies, then turning on the couch to look at her hostess. Barbara's face is less than four inches away and the two women pause, frozen in the moment. Slowly, Barbara moves her head closer to the other woman and after their lips tentatively touch, their tongues dart out and begin to tease each other. This continues for several long heartbeats, then Barbara puts a hand behind Kara's neck and pulls her face closer, mashing their lips together. Now their tongues battle to dominate each other's mouth, with Kara carefully avoiding the use of her super powers to win the 'contest'.
"I've been <pant> meaning to <pant> ask you all night," Barbara says, finally pulling away from Linda, "what's with the brown hair?"
"What's with the red wig YOU wear, nasty girl?" Kara retorts, sticking her tongue out at Barbara. Kara's face is flushed and her skin is warm. Both women make a grab for each other's ribs and they begin to tickle each other, laughing from happiness as well as from being tickled. They both yelp with surprise when they tumble off the couch and land on the floor between the couch and coffee table, spilling the wine carafe and knocking cheese and crackers on the floor.
Kara reaches for the wine bottle and rights it, returning it to the table, when Gordon suddenly leaps on the Girl of Steel's lap and knocks her onto her back. The two women lie on the floor, with Barbara on top, their faces inches apart, both breathing hard from the laughter. "I am SOOO in love with you," Barbara gushes at the Maid of Might. When Kara doesn't respond at once, Barbara's face flushes and she begins to pull off the Girl of Steel.
"Wait, please," Kara begs, holding Barbara in place, "I'm still not sure what I feel or what I want, Barbara. I do know I want to be with you and I ... well, I guess I want to spend the night with you. If you'll have me?"
"Just try to get away," Barbara says in a fake-evil voice. "I'll pull out my chunk of green Kryptonite and make you my prisoner and love slave, woman!" The two women rise up, with Barbara sitting on Kara's thighs and with her legs wrapped around Kara's waist.
"Ohhh, noooo!" Kara says, laughing back at her friend and going along with the green K gag (and silently hoping it IS a gag). She pulls of her brown wig, a wig held on by special chemicals that makes it unremoveable by anyone without super strength and shakes her head, making her blond tresses swing from side. When Barbara tries to kiss her again, Kara begins to rise to her feet, using her super strength to hold the brunette, whose legs are still wrapped around the blonde's waist.
"I'd like to turn in early, if you don't mind," Kara says, planting a light kiss on her friend's lips. Barbara nods, then hugs Kara tightly and the blonde carries her friend into the bedroom. Barbara drops to the floor and the two women begin to slowly undress each other, coping a feel or caressing a neck or kissing an ear from time to time.
"My, my, MY!" a shocked Barbara Gordan gasps when Kara's gray cotton skirt falls to the floor. Beneath the skirt are bright red panties, a garter belt and the nude silk stockings. "You remembered!" she says, clapping her hands. When Kara drops Barbara's black leather midi-skirt, she gasps at the sight of black panties, a garter belt and white silk stockings tucked into calf-high shiny black leather boots.
The two heroines hug each other tightly and rub their bodies against each other, especially rubbing their silk-clad legs against each other. Kara recalls that Barbara gets a strong erotic turn-on from silk stockings and is happy to do that to her friend ... her lover? Giggling happily, still groping each other (and slipping in the odd pinch or tickle), the two heroines continue to undress each other, taking long enough to do that so that by the time they're nearly naked, each is highly aroused (and still wearing just their stockings, by mutual agreement).
Barbara pushes the Maid of Might backward onto the bed and jumps on top of her, pinning her to the bed. "Last time, you ruined my Batcuffs, 'Muscles', not to mention my bed! I don't have anything super strong to bind you to the bed. Hmm, can I trust you to remain here until morning?"
"I did the last time, Babs," Kara reminds her friend, giggling, "and by the way, those cuffs and your bed were of very shoddy construction - the cuffs fell apart so easily when I pushed one finger at the clasp."
"Hmmn, well, I think maybe I can make it a bit harder for you to escape, anyway," Babs says in a mock-gruff voice. She reaches into her nightstand and pulls out two items. The first is a long white silk scarf which she wraps around Kara's left wrist, loops it around nearest bedpost, then loops it around the other bedpost, and finally binds it around Kara's right wrist. "If you break out of THIS bondage, or even stretch it, Blondie, you'll ruin my favorite scarf!" Babs says in a gruff voice. She takes the second item, a short red scarf, and blindfolds the Maid of Might. "And I don't want you using your X-ray vision on this - one blast and you might ruin the color! I swear, you're the hardest woman I've ever tried to control!"
The Girl of Steel panics briefly at being bound and dominated, even by her lover, but she also gets a chill up her spine at being bound and helpless again, about to be sexually assaulted. The thought of what's coming (no pun intended) makes her damp between her legs and makes her heart beat a little faster. Suddenly she gasps when Babs' hands grab Kara's soft white mounds on her chest and begin to knead them like dough, pausing from time to time to squeeze her nipples or pull them like taffy away from their pedestals. Visions of grotesque 'brownies' - Welsh faery folk - briefly flash through Kara's mind but are quickly suppressed. This is just more of Barbara's exquisite torture. Suddenly a pair of wet lips surround and squeeze one of Kara's nipples, making her body shudder from pleasure.
"Ooohh <pant> whu-what are you mmmnnnhh doing!" Kara manages to say before the wet lips shift their attention to her other nipple. As hands caress and tease one breast, Babs' lips molest the other with a frantic fury. Kara involuntarily begins to lift her hips off the bed, almost using her flying power, when Babs suddenly bites down hard on one invulnerable nipple.
"Settle down, woman! I don't want you to ruin this bed, too!" Barbara snaps at her captive. As Kara's hips land back on the bed, she suddenly no longer feels the brunette on her body. Dutifully not using her X-ray vision to see what Barbara is doing, Kara listens, hoping for some clue. All she can hear is a clinking sound, somewhere BENEATH the bed. Then she feels something cold on her stomach.
"Maybe this will keep you from flying off," Barbara says sternly. There is a loud <CLICK> sound and suddenly Kara senses that something is holding her waist on the bed. "I haven't used this tow chain in a long time, Kara. Maybe since I've chained and padlocked you to the bed, I won't have to worry about you flying off on me. If I catch you trying a stunt like that again, I WILL get out my green K, Blondie!"
Again the Girl of Steel shudders inwardly, not entirely sure that her friend is joking. The wetness between her legs increases as her mind envisions her super body bound to the bed, her hands "useless", her waist chained, her body poisoned by the dangerous radiation.
There is a moment of peace for the Maid of Might, then she suddenly feels hands running up the insides of her thighs, stroking her body through her silk stockings. The feeling is very pleasurable and the sound of hands stroking the silk, a sound like a soft crinkling becomes a pleasurable memory for her. When Barbara begins to suck Kara's feet through the silk stockings, she gasps in surprise and delight. Little shivvers of pleasure run up through her legs and seem to vibrate her clit as Barbara becomes more energetic in her sucking and stroking. Then when her lips begin to move up Kara's legs, kissing them through the stockings, Kara feels the wetness between her legs getting more pronounced. Now the tingling she felt in her legs and clit has progressed up to her nipples, increasing her sexual arousal. Her body begins to buck and shake from arousal and she has to concentrate - <Rao, it's so HARD to concentrate!> - to remain on the bed and not break her bondage. She literally has to use her super powers against HERSELF to remain in the bed, confined only by a small chain and a piece of silk.
"Ooohhhhhh," the Maid of Might moans as waves of erotic stimulation from the 'bondage' flood into her mind. "Great Ghu help me," she thinks, "but I guess <nnnnhh> I am starting to enjoy <mmmmnnnnhh> being trapped anduuuhhh sexually assaulted. C-can I stilllllmmmm function as a crimefighter? Ohhhhhhhhh ... RRAAAAOOOO!" Barbara has now focused on the blonde's pussy and as her hands continue to stroke Kara's silk-clad thighs, the brunette's tongue begins to lap Kara's juices from her nether lips. Barb's tongue also tickles the tip of Kara's clit, exciting the bound heroine even more, until she has a small orgasm that pumps out her juices. Barb hungrily laps up the love nectar from between Kara's thighs, sustaining the pleasure of the orgasm for over a minute. "AAAAHHHHHHHH" Kara gasps as every muscle in her super body works either in response to the orgasm or to keep her body from breaking it's fragile bindings. As the orgasm subsides, the blonde falls back onto the bed, her body glistening with perspiration from her super exertions.
But the Maid of Might gets no rest from Barbara's onslaught. Once again the distaff Dark Knight is hard at work with her hands and mouth, again working on Kara's breasts and neck and ears. A tongue runs around the outer shell of her left ear, then teases the blonde by darting in and out, even as Babs' hot breath caresses Kara's ears and neck.
"MMMnnnnnhhh ... st-stop ... nnoooooo ... don't ... don't stopppp!" Kara moans as waves of pleasure sweep through her alien body, building her toward a climax. Everything vanishes from her consciousness except Babs' hands and tongue, doing their sensual work on the upper part of Kara's body.
"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEeeeeeeee!" Kara screams when Babs suddenly removes a hand from one breast and drives three fingers into the blonde's nether lips. As the fingers tease the inside of Kara's love canal, Babs' thumb finds and mashes her clit against her body. The suddenness of the unexpected penetration makes Kara explode in a titanic orgasmic release that spews her love juices from her body, covering the bed, her thighs, and Babs' hand with the sticky white fluids.
Once again a brief image of Alyssa flashes through Supergirl's consciousness when the smell of her own cum reaches her nostrils, but the image quickly passes as Babs again drives her fingers into the blonde's vagina. Suddenly two fingers from her other hand force their way into Supergirl's anus, making the Maid of Might shriek in surprise and again strain against the chain across her waist (even as she struggles to NOT break the chain).
"Don't break my chain, Miss Muscles!" Babs hisses between her teeth as she licks cum off the blonde's lush bush. As Babs' hands work on Kara's vagina and anus, sending tidal waves of erotic pleasure into her mind, the brunette suddenly intensifies the feelings by licking Kara's clit and then nibbling on it.
"OOOhhhhhh BBBAAAAABBBBSSSSS!!" Supergirl moans as she shudders through two more powerful orgasms, less than seconds apart. She almost loses consciousness as good and bad images flood through her mind. Unable to see (unwilling to use her X-ray vision), Kara's mind works overtime with erotic images as Babs torments her bound body. A few shuddering heartbeats later, Kara screams again as a fourth and fifth orgasm rips through her body.
"Babs!" she pants, "Puh-please ... nnnhh nnnoo mmoorrree!" Hear body glistens with perspiration and her blond tresses are a tangled knot of golden strands, lying across her face and the pillow. She feels as weak as a kitten from the titanic releases of the last few minutes and actually gasps and pants, trying to regain her breath. Kara can feel Babs' hands and mouth withdraw, then silence fills the bedroom, a silence broken only by Kara's raspy breathing.
"What ... are <pant> you doing <pant> now?" Kara asks. Silence. "Barbara?" Silence. Kara's breathing slows down and she fights her impulse to look through the blindfold.
Suddenly Kara's mouth is surrounded by Babs' hot and damp nether lips. Kara can feel that the brunette is facing the foot of the bed. "I want at least as good as you got, gal, or I'll have to severely discipline you," Babs says in her mock-serious voice. Babs squeezes her legs together and Kara can feel the soft luxury of Babs' silk stockings press against her ears. "Well ... I'm waiting!" Barbara says sternly.
"Yes, mistress," Supergirl replies meekly, but because her mouth is full of Bat-pussy, "Meth, mith' th," is what Barbara hears. Kara can again feel her breasts receive strong, sensual caresses and attention from Babs. Suddenly she notices that something is different about Barbara's touch. Somehow, it's become furry ... furry and sharp! Confusion swirls in the blonde's mind as she wonders what's happened to Gordon's hand. But she can't concentrate long enough to end her confusion.
Although exhausted from the orgasms Barbara inflicted on her, Kara shifts her attention back to the pussy on her face and manages to attack it with a vengeance, plunging her tongue between its nether lips and lapping Babs' love juices from the inside. Kara also uses her tongue to tease the woman's clit, still hidden under its hood. Due to this attention, the nubbin slowly fills with blood and grows and Supergirl briefly smiles when her friend groans in pleasure.
Harder and harder Supergirl's tongue services the brunette's pussy, making Babs grind her it against Kara's face. At the same time, Babs' hands begin to aggressively caress Kara's taut stomach with long, slow strokes. Something furry, with claws drags across Kara's stomach, forming goose bumps and making her wet again. "What IS she using on me?" Kara wonders, deftly tonguing Barbara's clit.
"OOOHHHHH GGOOOODDDDSSSS YYYEEESSSSS!!!" Barbara screams when she climaxes unexpectedly. She tightly presses her legs together, unconcerned about crushing the invulnerable head of the Girl of Steel. Barbara's silk stockings crinkle as they abrade the blonde's ears. The brunette has to lean forward, her hands resting on Kara's abs, as her body shudders from the unexpectedly powerful orgasm. Slowly the incredible pleasure from the orgasm subsides.
"MMMOOOORRRREEE!" she demands severely, again grinding her vagina against Kara's face. Suddenly an odd two-tone sound from something on the bedside nightstand disrupts the mood. "CRAP!" Barbara snaps sharply, slightly lifing her nether regions off Kara's face. "Crap crap CRAP!!! she mutters, leaning over to grab a small radio from the nightstand. Balancing on her knees over the blonde's face, Babs presses a button on the handset and says, "It's late, Batman, what's up?"
Kara hears this and slowly rises her head off the bed to evesdrop on the call. "Payback's a bitch and her name is Kara," the Girl of Steel says and begins to use her super breath to blow hot air into Barbara's pussy. "Oooohhh!" escapes from the brunette's lips before she can prevent it. Desperate, Babs pounds Kara's belly to shut her up (with no success).
"Is there something wrong on your end, Batgirl?" Batman asks over the phone. "Can you talk now?"
Barbara squeals briefly at Batman's unintentional pun, just as more warm air blows up across Barbara's anus and pussy. "Nn-no, Batman ... I <mmmnnn> I can t-talk now," Babs stammers, again pounding on the Maid of Might.
"Who's there?" Batman asks sternly. "Are you being held captive?"
Kara, who can hear Batman with her super hearing, laughs at his tone and questions, making Babs hiss for silence.
"My ... mnnnnn my friend, Supergirl ... ooohhh ... is here?" Babs manages to say as Kara wickedly continues to blow hot air up her ass.
Batman says nothing for several minutes. Finally, he merely says, "I see."
"Gimme a BREAK!" Kara says, perhaps too loudly, for she's again pummeled (futilely) by the distracted Dominoed Daredoll.
"Well," Batman finally says, "I just called to let you know that my snitches tell me that Poison Ivy is in D.C., looking to increase her collection of 'botanical supplies'. Not sure where she's going to go but it involves a new kind of plant. You might want to keep an eye out - when you have the time, of course. Oh, and can you come up here to Gotham this weekend? I've heard that the Joker is back in town and organizing a team for something big. Maybe you and Robin ... "
"Sure. Uh, like, do you want to come down here to help me capture Ivy?" Barbara asks, hoping to mend some fences.
"No, I, uh, I have to go overseas. On business," he replies.
"Monkey business," Kara says, again perhaps too loudly. "Probably to see Britannia!"
"Goodbye," Batman says curtly, breaking the connection.
"You are SOOO gonna get it!" Barbara says, pummelling the Maid of Might after tossing the radio onto the floor.
* * * * *
"You can be a real pain in the ass, sometimes!" Barbara says to Kara the next morning as the two women have a light breakfast in Barb's apartment.
"Me!" Supergirl says, feigning hurt. "I'm a GOOD girl! YOU though ..." She muses silently, happily recalls their long night of lovemaking and tenderness, building a firm relationship between themselves. "And what WAS that fuzzy thing you used on me?"
"Oh, right!" Babs replies. "Wait here a sec!" and rushes out of the kitchen. She returns a few moments later with a large white furry mitten with metal tines on the 'fingertip' end of the mitten. "I made this for bad girls," Barbara says, letting Supergirl see the device. "I had the 'claws' sharpened for your visit. Even so, you managed to dull them, you thick-skinned beast!"
The two young women chat for a while, then Supergirl asks, "So what's with the call from Batman last night?"
"Well, he thinks Poison Ivy might be coming here to steal a plant or something. I guess I'd better see if any new collections are in town this week."
"Want some help?" Supergirl asks. "Might surprise Ivy to see two super heroines bust up her operation."
"Might be fun at that!"
* * * * *
A day later, after some Internet research and leaning on Batgirl's local snitches, the two heroines conclude that the target will be the U.S. Botanic Gardens, on the edge of the Mall in D.C. Apparently some 'moon rocks' at the Air and Space Museum were cracked open in 1982 and something looking like a fungus was found inside. The fungus went to the Botanic Gardens where it was stashed in a back room and soon forgotten. An obscure article in a botany academic journal reported that the stuff was found recently and had become a spindly plant roughly a foot tall, with three inch-long pods on its large leaves. The best biologists in the country could not identify the plant and it had 'odd' properties not described in the rticle. A story in the Washington Star said the plant was to be moved to another location the next day, so they decide to 'stake out' the Gardens. If they don't capture Ivy tonight, Barbara will have to leave for Gotham City to help cover for Batman. Supergirl vows to stop Poison Ivy herself, if necessary.
Supergirl flies to the Garden, a large fortress-like building on Independence Avenue. She gasps when she sees that it is yards from the Capitol steps and the Reflecting Pool - scene of her titanic battle with Wonder Woman some time ago.* "I'd just as soon forget about that!" she thinks as she hovers over the building, scanning around it for signs of Poison Ivy. She occasionally looks down through the magnificent glass dome over the conservatory, watching for signs of Ivy.
Meanwhile, Batgirl hides in a closet inside the east winig of the Garden. Museum staff let Batgirl remain inside overnight, knowing that she was there to prevent a theft. Batgirl has a fiber-optic camera that lets her see the moon rock plant and the entrance to the room. "Still nothing," Batgirl whispers into her throat mike, telling the airborne Girl of Steel, flying several hundred feet over the Garden. "Maybe this place is too hard to break into?"
"Looks formidable, but if she's really ..." Supergirl says into the throat mike she's borrowed from Batgirl. She feels funny flying with an ear piece and throat mike, but she needs to talk to her 'partner'.
"Wait one - I've got movement in the Palm House!" Batgirl interrupts her colleague, referring to the 93-foot-high central portion of the Garden. The room features a rapacious and teeming jungle scene of palms, vessel ferns and vines as thick as boa constrictors, inexorably 'reclaiming' an abandoned plantation house. "It's Ivy!" Batgirl watches the woman move out of the thick foliage. She's wearing a green body suit, gloves, ankle boots, a mask, and has several flowers and leaves sticking in her hair, as if part of her body.
"Let her get to the plant before you move," Kara whispers into her throat mike. "I'm going to drop down and join you. We need to catch her in the act so we get her for more than B & E." Supergirl swoops down and sneaks into the building via a window left unlocked by a staffer. The blonde slowly moves down to the ground floor of the east wing, in position to trap Poison Ivy between herself and Batgirl.
"Now!" Batgirl hisses into her mike, "Ivy has the plant!" She then opens the closet door and rushes across the tiled floor toward the notorious felonious botanist. Before Poison Ivy can react, the black-clad crimefighter slams into her side, propelling the two women toward the Palm House. Ivy clutches the small plant with a death grip, unwilling to release it. Instead, she pummels Batgirl's cowled head with one hand, trying vainly to break the heroine's grip.
"Unnh!" Ivy grunts as her back slams into a railing around some plants in the Palm House. Desperate to stop Batgirl's attack, Ivy pulls a small capsule from a pouch on her hip and drops the capsule on the floor. Thick aromatic scents suddenly fill the air, and Batgirl's nostrils.
"What? Ooohh!" Batgirl moans as she releases Poison Ivy and drops to her knees, her head pressed against Ivy's crotch. Her eyes roll up into her head and she sags down onto her butt in front of the villainess. Ivy is unaffected by the toxic gases in her capsule.
"Amazing, these bat-people are spread across the country like kudzu!" Poison Ivy says to herself, looking down at the Comatose Crusader. "Well, at least I got the plant. Now, do I just kill her or leave her unmasked, naked and tied up, for the morning visitors?"
"You'll leave her alone," a sexy voice suddenly says. Ivy spins on her heels and spots the Girl of Steel at the entrance to the Palm House, blocking Ivy's escape through the front door of the Garden. The stunning blonde stands with her boots as far apart as the width of her shoulders, her hands on her hips, and her lovely golden tresses cascading down onto her shoulders, with some falling onto the front part of her blue tunic, just below her shoulders,
"My, my, my," Poison Ivy says in a trembling voice, "I didn't think you heroines would be such plant lovers. Tell me, can I expect to see Wonder Woman here as well?" Ivy surreptitiously reaches into her pouch for another of her knockout capsules, a creation of her own design made from all-natural, insecticide-free, organic materials. As Supergirl begins walking toward her, Ivy tosses the capsule and it explodes at the feet of the Girl of Steel, covering her shiny red boots with a white powder. The Maid of Might looks down and blows toward them, to dislodge the dust.
Nothing happens.
Supergirl looks up at the villainess, then back at her boots. "Must be some kind of glue or something in that dust. I'll deal with it later," she thinks. The Girl of Steel takes two steps towards Poison Ivy, who backs away, one hip still against the railing. Supergirl gets closer and suddenly her knees buckle slightly. She reaches out and grabs the railing around the exhibit and her other hand goes to her head. "Her - her knockout dust can't nnnnnhhh affect me ... I'm nnnnhh Sup-Supergirl!" she thinks as her vision becomes cloudy.
"HAH!" Poison Ivy gloats, "I knew my gas pills would work, even on a super type!" After watching Supergirl struggle to remain on her feet, now using both hands on the railing to hold herself up, Ivy becomes bolder. "Maybe I'll strip BOTH of you! Won't the press enjoy THAT!?" Poison Ivy puts the plant on the floor beside Batgirl and swaggers back toward the Maid of Might, smiling at her unexpected and amazingly easy victory over the two heroines.
"Nnooo! Kryp - Kryptonite!" Supergirl suddenly realizes, raising a hand toward Poison Ivy. She recognizes an old, unwelcome sensation and can feel the sinister radiation coming from the woman's vicinity as Ivy approaches. Supergirl tries to back away from Poison Ivy and trips over her own boot heels, falling backward to land hard on her butt, one hand still holding the railing, the other now covering the "S" on her chest. She can feel the insidious green-K radiation burning into her super body, draining her fantastic strength and energy. "Nnoo - g-get away!" she begs as Ivy walks closer, her boot heels clicking on the tile floor. Does she have green K in her costume?
"I hope this experience 'pots' you in your place, Supergirl," Ivy sneers as she reaches the Maid of Might. The villainess looks down at Supergirl and suddenly doubts that her pills really defeated the mighty Supergirl. On an impulse, Ivy lashes out at the heroine, kicking her jaw with all her strength. "Christ!" Ivy moans, shaking her boot vigorously, "that was like kicking a wall!" Ivy hobbles back a few steps.
The Girl of Steel struggles to rise to her feet, tries to pull herself up by pulling on the handrail, but fails and again falls onto her butt. She sits on the floor, her vision cloudy, her body wracked with pain from the unknown source of green K radiation. Wherever it is, it isn't the weak synthetic stuff MixMaster makes - this stuff is like a fragment of old Krypton! "Ooohhh, gotta ... nnnh ... gotta get up!" she thinks, trying (and failing) again to get off the floor. Both arms drop limply to her sides, her hands lying uselessly on the tile floor. Perspiration begins to form beads on her forehead.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" Ivy asks in a voice dripping with false concern, "too hot in here for you?" The green-clad villainess walks over to stand behind the Girl of Steel and squats, pressing her knees against the heroine's cape. Ivy pulls a leaf from her hair and reaches around in front of the Maid of Might's face. "The acid in the leaves of this plant can eat through the hardest of metals. Wonder what they'll do to the Girl of Steel?" Ivy asks, rubbing the leaf against Supergirl's cheek.
The steady poisoning from the green K (wherever it is) has weakened the Maid of Might's invulnerability. After rubbing a few seconds, Supergirl suddenly feels an itching on her cheek. She wants to raise a hand to brush aside the leaf but can't summon enough energy. "Wh-where IS that nnnh g-green K?" she asks herself aloud as Ivy continues to rub the toxic leaf against her skin.
"Well, this is going to take all night, and I don't have all night," Ivy decides, rising back to her feet. "Let's try this, Supergirl, shall we?" she asks, then pulls a flower from her hair. She holds it under Supergirl's nose and crushes it, releasing a thick, pungent aroma. "The petal's aroma could knock out a bull elephant. What will it do to you, I wonder?"
"Nothing! What does it take to finish you off!?" Ivy leaves Supergirl's side and returns to Batgirl's crumpled form to retrieve the alien plant. As the villainess stalks back toward the door, she nears Supergirl, who's still sitting on her butt beside the railing. When Ivy passes the Maid of Might, Supergirl suddenly moans painfully. The heroine's eyes flutter and close and she falls onto her back. "My, my, my, this is just too interesting!" Ivy says, looking down at the two comatose cuties.
"Hmm, what the heck did she mean with that 'green K' crack?" Ivy wonders aloud. "What is green K? Hmmm, green K, green K. Green kudzu? No, she's not from Georgia. Well, a more important question is why did she pass out NOW? This is curious, to say the least." She squats beside Supergirl and the Girl of Steel moans and rolls away from Ivy, her hands clutching her belly, even though she's unconscious.
Inspiration suddenly dawns on Poison Ivy. "This plant! Green k! Of course! This thing isn't from the moon, it must be from Krypton! She got weak when she got near it, and passed out when I brought it closer! I wonder what Luthor would pay for some of this plant?"
She puts down the plant beside the stricken Maid of Might and turns toward Batgirl. "Let's see, now, what SHALL we do with you two, my dears?"
* * * * *
Several hours later, sunlight begins to stream through the glass ceiling over the Palm House. Small bits of dust and spores float in the sharp rays of light, high above the 'jungle' floor. Down lower, beside the 'plantation house', two women dangle a few feet off the ground, held by sinewy vines against some thick tropical trees. One is a nearly nude brunette, the other is a blonde clad only in a blue tunic with an 'S' on the chest. Poison Ivy couldn't get that off, the fabric conforms too tightly to Supergirl's body and requires great strength to open the neckline wide enough to slip off her body. Her cape, boots, skirt and belt are all missing, as is Batgirl's black Kevlar©, rubber and spandex costume. But the Gotham Knight is still wearing the white silk stockings she often wears under her Batsuit.
Barbara Gordon awakens first, struggling up from a deep black pit of unconsciousness. After blinking her eyes a few moments, she suddenly realizes that she's almost naked and that thick, ropy vines have her pinned to some kind of palm tree. And ... "Great Scott!" she gasps, "there's something IN me!" She can feel something thick and hard sticking in both her vagina and her anus! She tries to look down but there's something around her neck as well. Stuck like a butterfly pinned to a collection board, she can't move.
"Kara!" Batgirl hisses. Then in a louder voice, "SUPERGIRL!" she shoults. "Wake up! Oh, please wake up!" she begs. Batgirl recoils in shock at the sight of friend and lover - there is a slight greenish tinge to her face, arms and legs. Kryptonite poisoning, for sure! The Dominoed Daredoll struggles violently, trying to free herself, but the vines seem just too strong.
Her struggles seem to affect some of the vines. The one around her neck tightens, choking the Capeless Crusader. The ones in her vagina and anus begin to wriggle and throb, out of sync but also very sensually. The more she struggles, the more the vines try to choke her or induce an orgasm. She has to pause twice as orgasms rip through her body, spilling her juices down her thighs, down the vines, and onto the jungle floor. After the second orgasm weakens her resolve, Barbara sobs in resignation. Then she thinks about her friend being poisoned to death by some form of Kryptonite. "I gotta help Supergirl!" she mutters and resumes her struggles to burst her floral bondage.
An hour later, an almost exhausted Barbara Gordon finally manages to free one arm from its entrapping vine. Her continuous struggling was enough to work the vine loose. A few minutes later, she drops to the floor of the 'jungle', ten feet below, as the last of the vines breaks. Panting, exhausted, sweating like a Dallas Cowboys linebacker in August at Texas Stadium, the Naked Crusader shakily pulls herself to her feet and staggers into the 'plantation house'. A quick search reveals shears and an aluminum ladder, which she takes to the tree holding her friend. By now her stockings have fallen into lumps on her ankles and the bottoms are ruined by running through the mulch and other stuff on the 'jungle' floor. She takes a moment to pull them off and toss them into the undergrowth.
Minutes later, the unconscious Maid of Might falls unceremoniously to the rotting vegetation on the 'jungle' floor and Batgirl drops down to her side. Babs checks Kara's body and gasps when she senses that the heroine is hardly breathing! Continuing her search, Batgirl finally finds a small inch-long piece of organic material stuffed inside the crotch of her blue tunic (one of the three pods on the alien plant). Batgirl drags her friend back into the foliage, hiding her from view by covering her with dead plant material. The brunette then rushes back into the east wing (stopping on the way to bury the pod at the edge of the exhibit, far from the Girl of Steel) to the closet she hid in the night before. She takes a one-piece coverall hanging on a hook, thick rubber gauntlets and a hood used when spraying chemicals on plants in the Gardens. She slips the hood over her head but the gauntlets and coverall are too large for her petite body. She manages to cinch them tight on her hands and body, though, by using duct tape and bits of string.
By the time Batgirl returns to Supergirl's body, the greenish tinge is gone and her chest is slowly rising and falling as the Girl of Steel starts breathing more and more of the stinking air of the Palm House. As the woman recovers, Batgirl runs around the Palm House, looking for her costume or the missing bits of Supergirl's costume. When museum staff begin arriving for work, the distaff Dark Knight returns to her friend and carefully lifts the woman off the ground in a fireman's carry. She lugs the heroine to the museum director's office, ignoring the stares of the staff.
After brusquely confronting the director's secretary, forcing her from the office, Batgirl locks the door and looks after her blond friend. A little over an hour later, the Kryptonian's alien constitution is healed enough that she can stand and feel her powers returning. "The new costume isn't very flattering, my friend," Supergirl jokes.
"Well, you must be feeling better, if you can insult the woman who just saved your life!" Batgirl replies, moving forward to hug the Girl of Steel. "What happened to you? Any ideas about that plant pod she hid, uh, hid under your costume?"
Supergirl thinks for a moment, then replies, "I think that plant must have come from Krypton. When she brought it near to me, I was overwhelmed by extremely powerful green K radiation. I shudder when I think what she could do with that plant, especially if she grows vast fields of the thing! She could make Earth uninhabitable for Kal and me!"
"Gosh, how do we stop her?"
"Well, after you do that little job for Batman, we'll have to go after her. I'm going to need your help - that plant can kill me. I wouldn't stand a chance against her, alone."
"No problema," Batgirl replies. "She won't have a chance against us!"
"I think we might as well leave - can I offer you a lift?"
"That would be nice, yes." Batgirl says. A few minutes later the two oddly-dressed superheroines are flying across D.C. toward Congresswoman Gordon's townhouse. They land outside the secret entrance to the place, used by the Batgirl motorcycle, and Batgirl removes the clunky gray hood from her head.
"I'd invite you in, Kara, but I need to get packed and out to Reagan National for the shuttle flight up to Gotham. And no, I don't want you to fly me. Will you be all right?"
"Yes, I just need to rest up a bit and I'll be fully recovered from the green K. Do you have a spare costume?"
"Up in Gotham, yes. How about you?"
"My last one, yes. Friends in Kandor City made some for me a while back."
"Well, then, darling, I guess I'll see you next week," Barbara says, leaning forward to take Supergirl's head in her hands. She starts to kiss the Girl of Steel and soon their tongues are sparring again for dominance. Once again, the Girl of Steel lets the human win.
"Have fun with the Joker, darling," Supergirl says, rising slowily into the air for the quick flight back to Leesburg.
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