Batgirl, Catwoman and any other characters from the Batman story line are copyrighted by DC comics. Any similarity between names, characters and places in this story are purely coincidental. This story is written solely for entertainment purposes and cannot be used or redistributed for the purposes of making money or profit. WARNING - WARNING - WARNING - WARNING - WARNING This story contains very descriptive scenes of sex, bondage and rape. If you do not like to read such material DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER!!!! This material is based on the old Batman serials that aired in the 60s. This story is simply fantasy material about the characters and how I'd like to see an episode done. If you don't like the story or you feel its slightly wordy, too bad its my style. The first episode is mostly set up with little sexual content. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Part 1: It was a fine, sunny Wednesday afternoon in Gotham City. The kind of day that made every Gothamite wish it were Sunday. A great day for madam Zamire's grand showing of her world famous Catalonian Cat's eye opal collection. "Now Madam Zamire, your cat's eye opals are valued at over 10 million dollars, aren't you afraid someone might steal them?" asked the reporter who was buzzing around the aged millionaires with a plethora of other reporters like excited bees over a jar of honey. "Oh no." arrogantly giggled the giddy madam. "Why my cat's eye opals are protected by the most stringent security measures available. Here let me show you." and with that the crowd of reporters and the portly millionaires headed for the precious gems room of the Gotham City natural history museum. As they reached the door to the room, madam Zamire stopped the crowd. "As you can see, the hall containing the opals is sealed with two inches of plate steel and the main door is made of five inch steel plate. Not even a tank could get through." she explained "There are also no other doors and no windows. There is absolutely no way to gain entry into the chamber except through this door." she boasted. As madam Zamire described the security measures outside the main door to the gem chamber, inside, smoke began to rise from the floor of the great hall. A circular pattern of wispy smoke began to rise from the tiled floor along with a hissing, crackling sound. After a few moments, the circular block fell through as the acid bored a hole through the floor. "Even if any criminal managed to enter the chamber, any change in air pressure would instantly release anesthetic gas that would render any criminal unconscious and helpless." the madam continued. The top of a ladder popped through the hole as waves of billowing gas poured from gas outlets in the wall. The head of a man, wearing a divers tank and oxygen breather poked up and scanned the room. He then climbed out of the hole and helped two other men up the ladder. "What if they could get past the gas." asked a reporter. "What then?" "Oh you silly man," the madam replied, "it would do them no good. The glass to the cases are made of a new, high tech plastic. They are virtually unbreakable." The three men proceeded to apply an unusual paste to the glass cases. They smeared the white paste about as though they were waxing a car. After a few moments, the polymer disolvant began to weaken the plastic and the men poked their hands through the soft material as easily as punching a hole through a plastic bag. "Even if they could open the cases which I seriously doubt, they could not remove the opals from their placements." the madam continued. "And why is that madam Zamire?" asked the reporter. "Oh we have a very special device that puts a special magnetic field around the opals, making it virtually impossible to remove them. No force in the universe could budge them... nothing except a major power outage and Gotham city's power supply is the most reliable in the world." she gleamed. A few blocks away, a small explosion blew the top off a power pole. Sparks flew everywhere as the large metal power transformer was blown off its support and came crashing to the ground. Three men ran from the pole and piled into a small truck sitting on the other side of the street. The truck's tires squealed as the truck pulled away and headed down the hill toward a dark Gotham downtown. At that same moment, all the lights in the museum went out. The crowd began to scream and panic as confusion and fear enveloped them along with the darkness. After a few moments passed, a series of emergency red fire lights came on. "We have a spare generator." explained the madam. "Guard, open this door immediately!" she ordered. Two guards ran up and fiddled with a set of keys as they hurriedly opened the massive door. The door swung open and the crowd stood in absolute shock as they stared at all the empty cases. - - - "Tis a dark day in Gotham city commissioner." said chief O'hara as he stood shaking his head in despair watching the gray hared Gordon hang up the phone. "A dark day indeed chief O'Hara." replied the commissioner. "A fortune in cat's eye opals, purloined by none other than..." "Oh don't say it commissioner. Me ears cannot stand the strain." said the chief waving his hands. "I'm afraid so chief. Snatched by the criminal claws of that feline felon. That she-devil of crime... none other than Catwoman!" "Saints preserve us!" the chief exclaimed rolling his eyes upwards. "Is there any chance for us? Have the heavens opened up and swallowed all our hopes?" he asked looking in despair at the powers that be. Looking outward with a stare of determination and defiance the commissioner sat up from his chair. "There's just one man who can help us now. The one man who can rid this town of that feline scourge." With that, both men turned to stare at the red phone of hope that sat under the glass container across the room. - - - "If you will wait a moment sir, I will see if I can gain his attention." calmly said Alfred in a thick proper English accent as he answered the batphone. - - - The batmobile shot out of the batcave and raced down the wrong side of the road toward Gotham city. It was as though the same footage was being played over and over again, each time they had to run into town. The big, black car pulled up in front of police headquarters and the caped crusaders rushed into the building. "Did anyone actually see Cat Woman or any of her kittens steal the opals?" asked Batman. "Well, no Batman but this is her style." the commissioner replied. "Yes her motis-operandi." smuggly blurted out the boy wonder. "Motis-Operandi?" asked the chief in utter bewilderment. "Yes, Motis, from the Latin meeting motive or mode and Operandi meaning operation. Her mode of operation." replied Robin as he drove the fact home by punching his fist into his hand. "Very good Latin old chum. But what we need now are clues and not a Latin lesson." said Batman as he and Robin headed for the door. "Are you heading for the Batcave" asked commissioner Gordon? "Yes, and then we'll check out the museum. There may be clues still left there." Batman replied. "But me men went over the place with a fine tooth comb. Not even a microbe could get by us." the chief said. "While I never doubt the competency of Gotham city's finest chief, Cat Woman is a foe far beyond the abilities of your fine force to catch." Batman said as he opened the door. The chief shook his head in agreement knowing the caped crusader was right. "Cat Woman!" a startled female voice exclaimed from the open doorway. The four men turned to see commissioner Gordon's lovely daughter Barbara standing in the entrance. She briskly walked by Batman and Robin and walked up to her father, giving him a peck on the cheek. "What's all this talk about Cat Woman?" Barbara asked innocently, batting her big brown eyes at the men. "Oh nothing to concern your pretty little head about Barbara. Batman and Robin were just leaving to check out the opal robbery at the museum." said commissioner Gordon patronizingly. He always did that to her, always cut her out the picture like she was some innocent little school girl. At first she hated it and resisted it but she learned that should could use that innocence to her advantage. The whole act seemed to be a vicious circle. As she acted more angelic, her father would treat her more childishly. This would force her to act more innocently to get more information out of him. It seemed stupid but it worked. "If only you knew some of the stuff I did in my apartment daddy..." she though to herself in defiance. "Whelp, I was just on my way home from work and I thought I'd ask you to dinner." she asked, knowing he would say no. He always said no to any socializing when an arch criminal was in town. She actually wasn't headed over to go to dinner. Instead, she had heard about the robbery and was hoping to turn on the innocent act to milk some information from daddy. "Oh well, I've got some reading to do anyway." she said indifferently as she gave her father another peck on the cheek and strutted out the door past Batman and Robin. - - - The door to Barbara's apartment flew open as the young heroine rushed in and made a bee-line for the bedroom. "No time to chat now Charley." said Babs as she threw her purse and coat on the couch and walked past the bird cage containing her pet parrot. The parrot never seemed to talk, being utterly confused by the spew of dialog that always came from its owner. For some reason Barbara would talk to the bird, needlessly revealing her plans to the pet parrot. Of course the ever changing dialog made it impossible for the bird to learn any word or phrase. The only thing it had managed to learn over the years was one phrase: "Oh MY GOD!" This phrase was the only one loud enough and repeated enough times to re- enforce it in the bird's mind. This only happened however, when Barbara would get in one of her "special moods", then the bedroom door would shut and waves of moans and screams would ring out as Barbara would "entertain" herself. She had always been extremely introvert. As a child she was a loner and a book worm, always reading and never making friends. When she grew up and graduated from college, she found that her body had developed quite well and, dressed right, she was extremely attractive. Her early life, however, had turned her off to dating men and she found that masturbation was a far better form of sexual stimulation along with her unusual fascination with bondage. For some reason, being bound and gagged and forced to climax against her will was an incredible aphrodisiac to her and sent incredible chills of sexual excitement through her body. Was it a rape fantasy? She didn't know or care. It was fun and exciting and allowed her to break the mold everyone else had placed upon her all her life. Daddy's sweat little girl was actually very naughty, and the secret made her burn with excitement. This was also partially why she was fascinated with her Batgirl persona. Being in such perilous situations, at the hands of such desperate criminals, made for an overwhelming array of titillating experiences. When she was younger, no one paid attention to her. She was a bug, an insect to be ignored. After spending time working out and aerobisizing constantly, however, she became an incredibly shapely young girl and exhibitionism was also quite exhilarating. "Ha ha, I'm pretty now and you can't have me!" she would think to herself. This was why she had modified her Batgirl outfit. The old one was functional but quite drab. She felt that, if she could distract a crook for a few moments with a few curves and some revealing skin, she could use the time to her advantage. This seemed to work quite well as most men would stop in gaping awe at the female before them, allowing her to easily get the upper hand. The full body suit was eliminated. Instead, the suit was split into two parts. The top part was a black spandex pull over that resembled an aerobics exercise outfit. It covered her arms completely and ran to the middle of her rib cage, leaving her stomach and belly button exposed. Her front was bare and a black support bra under the outfit, pushed her full breasts together into a nice, mountain of cleavage. The outfit continued up her neck and stopped below her chin, making her look like she was wearing a turtle neck sweater. A small yellow Bat symbol was stitched over her left breast in the material that ran up and around her shoulder. The bottom half was a pair of black, spandex shorts that came up to just below her belly button and rode around the curvature of her legs, where her upper thighs met her hips. This left her legs and thighs fully exposed. Her boots were replaced by a pair of high heel shoes that laced up her ankles to just below her knees. Her hands were covered by a pair of black, skin tight, leather gloves that ran up her arms to just below her shoulders. The only thing that was the same from the original outfit was her Batgirl utility belt, which hung low and heavy across her curvaceous stomach and around her shapely hips. She had decided to do away with the heavy Bat cowl she always wore. It was clumsy, hot and didn't allow for a full range of vision. Instead, a black mask, similar to Robin's only with larger, more feminine looking eye holes, took its place. The red wig was also eliminated and her own short, black hair was pinned like a crown on top of her head. She found that most crooks were way too busy looking at her body to notice her face, besides, no one could figure out who Robin was and he only wore that stupid mask. The final touch was a small, black silk cape that wrapped around her neck and flowed down to the small of her back, hanging just over her plump rear end. She grabbed the ends of the cape in each hand and twisted and posed in the full length mirror in her bedroom like some sophisticated fashion model. Then with a giddy, school girl laugh she strutted away and headed for the secret entrance to her Batgirl cycle. "I'll just beat Batman and Robin to the museum and find my own clues." she declared as the cycle rolled out of its secret door and down the alley. - - - The Batmobile sped out of town and toward the Batcave. "What do you think Catwoman is up to Batman." Robin said, slamming his fists together like he always did. "I don't know old chum," replied Batman, "the ways of a wicked woman such a Catwoman cannot be easily deduced. This is something you're going to learn as you grow from a boy to a man." he said fatherly. "Gosh Batman, this woman stuff really baffles me sometimes." Robin said shaking his head. "Don't worry, I'm sure the Bat female logic analyzer I built into the Bat computer last week will figure out her logic and her next move." he said proudly. "Or blow up trying..." he mumbled under his breathe. Suddenly, a large explosion rang out from under the speeding Batmobile, sending the caped crusaders swerving out of control. "Hang on Robin!" Batman ordered as the car careened off a cliff and plummeted into the trees below. - - - "The caped crusaders should have shown up by now." Batgirl said to herself as she sat scrunched down under one of the windows to the museum. "Well, they'll be along shortly. As long as they're here, I've got nothing to worry about." and with that, Batgirl slid open the window and stealthily climbed inside. She made her way down the dark museum corridor toward the opal room. As she neared the door, she could hear someone else moving about in the darkness. "Damn it!" exclaimed a woman's voice as the sounds of someone searching the room rang out from the door. "Catwoman, I've got you now." thought Batgirl as she pulled out her Batgirl flashlight. Cupping the front of the light in her hands to block off the light source, she put the flashlight close to her eyes and switched it on. She then left it on for a few moments to let her eyes dilated to the bright light. After switching it off, she got up and stealthily slipped into the pitch black room, feeling along the wall for the light switch. The flashlight had completely blinded her to the low light in the museum but, she was able to see fine, with no blinking, as she flipped the lights on in the room. Catwoman was not so prepared however as the lights flooded the room, temporarily blinding her and freezing her, like a jack lighted deer, in the middle of the room. Batgirl stood and stared in slight shock at the female villainess before her. Apparently Catwoman had gotten the same idea she had gotten about her costume but, being Catwoman, her costume was much more on the extreme side. Catwoman was a tall, slender dark hared beauty. She stood almost a head and a half taller than Batgirl and was almost equal in height to Batman, even without high heels. She had very wide shoulders which sat loosely on a large, full chest. Her chest was long and ran eloquently down to a narrow, shapely waist. Her shape then curved out around a full, wide set of hips and a large but appetizing rear end. Her legs were very shapely and full and were quite long. More than half her length were her legs. Her whole body was covered in a dark, brown tan with no apparent tan line. Unlike Batgirl's face which was perky and girlish in appearance, Catwoman's was full and very womanly. She had a strong, wide jaw and full facial feature that made it very hard to determine her age and which gave her a look of sophistication. Her eyebrows always had a slight tilt to them. No matter what expression she had, they made her eyes have a wicked, devious look that lead one to believe this woman always had something sexy on her mind. The most obvious feature and the one that Batgirl noticed the most, however, was Catwoman's breasts. They were huge. Before, she had never noticed them simply because most costumes could hide a lot of physical features. Now, however wearing this new outfit, they were out in the open and they were much bigger than she had thought. "How could this woman do all the athletic stuff she did with a chest like that?" Batgirl thought. The two breasts were full and circular and hung with amazing perkiness on her chest. They seemed to be fairly firm but with enough baby fat to allow them to jiggle slightly when the amazon moved. From behind, even squeezed together by her outfit, she could see the curvature of each breast peek out from around the villianess's chest. Her costume was very skimpy. She wore a one piece, white, spandex bathing suit. Two straps were tied around her neck and criss-crossed just below her collar bone. They ran from the criss-cross, down over her breasts, covering mostly her nipples and squeezing her breasts together, leaving most of her breasts bare. The straps continued down, along her side, and connected at the top of her hips to her v-cut, French bikini bottom. More straps continued up her back and crossed behind her, adding support to the outfit. This left her stomach and most of her front completely bare. The bottom ran from the top of her hips, down over her flat stomach, and between her legs, barely covering the essentials. Most of her long legs, up to the middle of her thighs, were covered with a pair of skin tight, white, latex boots whose heels were almost 5 inches in length. Her arms were covered up to her mid upper arms with white gloves made from the same material as her boots. Her face was covered by a thin mask similar to Batgirl's but with a pair of cat ears sticking out of her full brunette hair on either side of her head. The stunned villainess stood, covering her eyes. She staggered backward and let out a cat's hiss as the light stung her eyes. Batgirl stepped away from the wall and planted her feet slightly apart, resting her hands on the sides of her hips in an arrogant pose of superiority. "So, I thought I'd catch you here Catwoman." confidently boasted Batgirl. Catwoman dropped her hands away from her face, her eyes still popping open and closed as she tried to shake the sparkles from them. "Oh its you, Bat bitch. Don't you have jay walkers to arrest or something?" said Catwoman in a low sultry voice as she waived her hand at the pesky heroine in an attempt shoe her away. "I think not Catwoman, now where are the opals?" demanded Batgirl. The spots and sparkles faded from Catwoman's eyes and she turned to face the spunky heroine. Planting her feet slightly apart and her hands on her hips she stood in front of Batgirl in almost the same pose, but being much taller, Catwoman loomed over the younger Batgirl. For a few seconds each girl sized each other up, looking first around, then up and down but never breaking their stances. They stood like two cats sniffing each other out. Catwoman then broke her stance and orbited Batgirl with a sultry walk, looking her up and down. Batgirl followed her around with her head, keeping an ever watchful eye on the crafty villainess. "Nice outfit sweet cheeks." said Catwoman calmly, "I see you figured out men think with their groins instead of their heads." "I'm sure you figured that out a long time ago." Batgirl replied like a taunting school girl. Catwoman finished her orbit and stood in front of Batgirl. "Where did you get the top? I like the material." Catwoman said as she calmly reached out to feel the fabric. "Oh that's one of Macy's aerobic outfits. I did my own sewing." Batgirl said with a proud, gleaming smile. "Where did you get those boots?" "Oh these are Gucci originals. I had to order them from Italy. You know it took 3 months for them to deliver 'em. Never buy foreign mail order, especially clothes." Catwoman said rolling her eyes upward in disgust. "I know what you mean," Batgirl replied, "it took me a month to get these shorts.... OH NEVER MIND THAT!" Batgirl blurted out, shaking her head and waving her hands at Catwoman. "Now what did you do with the opals!" Batgirl demanded again. "ME!?" Catwoman cried out in denial. "Listen honey, I've been trying to go straight ever since my last stint in jail. You don't know what its like in there. The food's awful and you can't imagine what it does to your hair. Besides, after my last run in with Batman, I thought long and hard about my life and I know he'll have nothing to do with a woman like me if I stay a criminal." "You mean you're not a villainess anymore?" asked the confused Batgirl. "I thought stealing a bunch of cat's eye opals would be your motis-operandi." "Motis-operandi?" Catwoman said quizzically. "Yes the Latin word Motis meaning motive or mode and Operandi meaning operation i.e. mode of operation." Batgirl said as she recited the definition. "Uh.. well no." Catwoman said shaking her head slightly and shooting Batgirl a look of bewilderment. "This poor girl has got to be one hell of an egghead under that mask. She almost as bad as that brat Robin with his holy this and holy that." she thought to herself. "I've been trying to use my cat burglar talents to catch some of my fellow crooks." Catwoman continued. "I figure if I make up for some of the rotten things I did, I might be able to convince Batman that I'm a good person." "I swear I had nothing to do with this!" she explained as she waved her hand over the busted up display cases. "OK then, who did?" Batgirl said shifting her head to one side and staring at Catwoman with a look of disbelief. "We did!" rang out a voice from behind both of them. Both girls jumped in fright and turned. There, standing at the edge of the hole were the Penguin, Joker and Riddler and several of their henchmen. What's this! Batgirl and Catwoman teaming up?! Has the felonious feline reformed?! Can they both handle the Joker, Riddler and Penguin?! Join us next Episode, Same BatServer! 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