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The Riddle of Batgirl
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Part One

Written by Thunderbolt1234, Raidrlsr@aol.com

Warning 18 or older or get off my story

All characters are property of others 

This story contains very descriptive scenes of sex, bondage,
 murder and rape

Chapter One, Awaken

Cassandra Cain sat staring into the darkness of her bedroom crying.
  She woke screaming from nightmares of either her upbringing or the
 people she dealt with almost every night.  In her hand was a bottle of
 Zoloft and a bottle of cheap wine  which sat in her lap.  

On the floor near her bed was one of the causes of her depression, 
her costume.  A black carbon fiber material made by someone she didn’
t know, and a weapons belt with objects to protect and…kill.

She climbed out of bed nude and walked to the window overlooking
 the Narrows area of Gotham city, her home, her prison.  Cassandra
 wiped tears from her face and smelled the medicine in the bottle.  It called
 to her, she could hear it, smell it, feel the release if she just swallowed it.  

She tossed the bottle of pills on the bed and upended the bottle, then
 re-corked it.  “Just a normal life, a boyfriend, a home, no killing, no Ra's al Ghul.”

Cassandra slowly fell to the floor and lay on her back looking at the stars
 outside.  “I want someone to hold me, love me, I want a family!”  She moved
 the bottle between her legs and rubbed the cork against her clit. 
 The dark black strip of pubic hair stuck to the moisture of the glass as she
 masturbated.  

She groaned and got to her knees and shoved the bottle deep inside her pussy,
 riding it.  “Ugh ugh oh oh oh love me…make me happy…yes yes!”  Her shor
t black hair stuck to her forehead from sweat as she threw her head back
 and climaxed.  The bottle was dripping with her juice and she fell over panting. 
 Cassandra pulled the bottle free and licked the cork and neck.  “I need a man.” 

She stood and put the costume back on, she would never sleep, she needed to 
walk a rooftop or two.  In moments she was jumping from roof to roof stopping when
 she would hear footsteps or someone talking.  

It took several hours but Batgirl was getting tired and decided to call it a night.  
She walked casually across a roof then noticed someone move on another
 rooftop.  This person was hiding, moving from cover to cover, watching someone
 or something.  

She pulled a monocular from her belt and watched the shadow move here and
 there, then freeze as if seen.  Batgirl replaced her monocular and unholstered
 her tether cannon.  The gun, silenced, popped and a hook snagged the roof
 edge across the street.

The swing was easy and she landed with total silence near the person. 
 Batgirl was about to confront the person when lights activated, lots of lights.
  She remained in the shadows watching.

A young woman dressed in red, white and blue and wearing a mask stood hero
 like before several men who aimed machine guns at her.  Batgirl could not hear
 them clearly so she moved slowly closer.

Chapter Two, Liberteen

“I AM LIBERTEEN VILE SCUM, SURRENDER AND FACE JUSTICE!”  The men
 laughed and cocked the Uzi’s they carried.  One man leaned back and spoke
 to someone in the dark behind him, someone trying to stay hidden.  “She’s one
 of those Misfit’s Mr. Nash, what do we do, she saw us?”  

The figure didn’t move, his voice calm and smooth.  “Waste her, we have things
 to do.”  The men opened fire but the girl jumped in the air, flipped and kicked
 two of the men in the chest.  But even Batgirl knew, you do not attack everyone
 unless you can stop…everyone.  

The remaining two turned aimed to shoot the girl when the demure knight of
 darkness shot the tether cannon and hooked one of the guns.  Batgirl pulled the
 gun and caused it to shoot the remaining thugs hand making him drop his weapon.  

Liberteen turned and saw Batgirl and smiled then a pop echoed on the roof and Batgirl
 saw a small hole appear in the heroines head between her eyes.  Blood squirted out
 the hole with pink brain matter.  Her smile faded into a look of shock.  She gasped 
and fell forward onto her knees, then dropped dead, shot in the back of the head.

Batgirl hit the button of the tether cannon and pulled the cord back.  The figure walked
 out into the moonlight and Batgirl saw the familiar dark green suit of the Riddler.  
He wore a small harlequin mask and smiled an odd smile.

“Well, I have never had to deal with the female version, your delicious looking.” 
 Batgirl still stared at the woman dead, her life now a huge puddle under her head.
  “Cold blood, no care, just shoot her and that’s it, I am going to enjoy hurting you.”  

Riddler grinned as his men regained their footing and aimed their weapons at her. 
 Batgirl didn’t move, she knew the ballistic capacity of her armor.  Riddler motioned 
for the men to leave.  “Ok sweety, a riddle, Feed me and live, give me drink and
 I die…what am I?”

Batgirl never waiverd, she was intent, she was going to seriously abuse and maim
 Riddler.  She thought then answered.  “Fire, the answer is fire.”  Riddler smiled a
 bright grin and shook his head happily. “Yes your right, FIRE!”  He shot his gun hitting
 a small gas pipe next to the dark hero and fire engulfed her.

She dove to the side avoiding the flames just in time and rolled out of the way but
 when she recovered, he and the others where gone.  She moved to the young girl
 and hesitantly, removed her mask.  Batgirl didn’t recognize her but the look of
 sadness on her face was enough, she would get Riddler.

Batgirl called Chief Inspector Hill, her contact with the police and told him what
 happened.  Hill would dispatch all the necessary police to the scene and told her
  to leave.  The heroine left the scene sad, looking back she could see the woman
 just laying there and wondered when it would be her, when someone would 
just…leave her.

She returned home and took a sleeping pill and passed out.  She had nightmares of
 death and pain, seeing the suffering of others.  When she awoke the following day
, she made a commitment to go out clubbing that night.  She needed to unwind and relax.  

Chapter Three, Drugged

Cassandra spent the day checking and repairing her costume.  When night fell,
 she put on the shortest sexy dress she had and high heels and went to the Gold
 Bull club, dance, drink and fun.  

As soon as she entered she caught the eye of a man sitting at the bar with several
 people.  He smiled to her and she sat at the bar.  “Double scotch please, no ice.” 
 The man smiled again and moved closer.  “Damn a double scotch, you must seriously
 need a drunk!”  Cassandra smiled and glanced at his crotch and enjoyed the
 view of a nice size bulge.

“Hi I’m Brad, I usually don’t come to this club, but seeing you, I am glad I did.”  She
 sipped her drink and swirled the liquor in its glass.  “Hi I’m Cassandra, and I come 
here all the time.”  Both spent the night chatting and eyeing each other.  Cassandra 
was horny and getting drunk, she thought to herself.  “Brad’s nice, all I need is a
 cock for the night.”

Several hours later and several drinks, Cassandra was slightly drunk, so was Brad
.  He moved a bowl of peanuts to him and fed her one, then another.  She giggled 
and ate them.  He picked up a peanut and put it in her mouth and also a tiny pill which
 dissolved instantly.  She chewed and didn’t notice the drug, just ate and laughed.  

Unseen by Cassandra, Brad smiled to his two friends and gave the Ok sign. 
 In a few minutes, Cassandra was groggy and light headed.  Brad put his arm around
 her and half walked, half carried her out of the club and into the parking lot.  

Cassandra saw blurred lights and started to pass out, she lost a shoe but one of
 Brad’s friends grabbed it.  “Where…where arrrr weee going?”  Brad smiled and
 let his hand wrapped around her, slip up and cupped one of her 36D breasts. 

“Baby we are havin a party, and your the buffet.”  Cassandra gurgled and smiled,
 her legs went out from under her and Brad caught her scooping her up and 
moving quickly to a large van.

Inside the van, Jeff and Rick sat waiting for Brad.  “Shit Brad you took for fucking
 ever, fuck I was about to give up and go home.  Brad grinned at Rick and put
 Cassandra down on the dirty mattress in the van.  Jeff reached out and squeezed
 one of her tits.  “Damn fucking firm, she works out, she is muscular, bet she lifts 
weights.”

Brad was already puling his clothes off and motioning the men to the front of the 
van.  “Drive, when I’m done, it will be one of your turns.”  Both men pushed the cheap
 curtain open and climbed in the vans seat’s and drove away.

Brad flipped a small light on and looked at Cassandra closer.  She was about 21,
 had short black hair and was incredibly beautiful.  He pulled her remaining high
 heel off and tossed it aside.  Brad grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her
 to a sitting position, and unzipped her dress.  

He dropped her with a thud and pulled the dress off.  She had on a black lace bra,
 panties and thigh high nylons.  He yanked off her bra ripping it, then her panties
 and smelled them.  He smiled looking at her large breasts and flicked the tiny nipple
 rings she had on each light brown nipple.

“Dumb bitch, must be hard up, getting drunk and letting me slip you a drug, like a dumb 
cunt.”  Brad grabbed both her legs and put them on his shoulders, then mashed his
 mouth on her trimmed pussy.

Her cunt tasted so sweet and she had perfumed it which made it delicious.  He
 slobbered and ate, biting and licking her clit and lips.  The van cruised the highway
 and both men up front would peek back and smile seeing Brad.

He pulled her labia open and tongue fucked her, feeling her pussy juice run down his
 chin.  Brad dropped her legs, his mouth soaked with her juice and dove on her.
  His mouth bit and sucked her nipples pulling the ring with his teeth.  She would 
groan and move but she was out, the drug did its job.

He sat up and dumped her purse on the mattress and rifled through it.  Brad grinned 
when he found two hundred dollars.  He retrieved his pants and put the money in his
 pocket, then looked at her license.  “Cassandra Cain, well Ms Cain, thank you for a
 good fuck.”  

In the pile of purse contents, he picked up her birth control pills, and chuckled. 
 “Dumb bitch, you aint took any, what you go out looking for dick and not take ya pill!”  

Brad leaned over her and ran his tongue up and down her face.  “Well dumbass, I aint
 shooting blanks, and I don’t wear a rubber.”  Brad knew he didn’t have a lot of time, the
 drug was strong but wouldn’t last all night.  He spit on his hand and lubricated his cock,
 then slowly guided it into her pussy.  He closed his eyes and gasped as his cock slid
 into her silk pussy. 

Brad pumped her slowly, watching her tits bounce with his rhythm, then he dropped
 on her and pumped as hard as he could.  He could hear her moaning and once she let
 out a faint cry.  

Brad wanted to fuck her all night but his friends wanted their turn.  It didn’t take long
 before he grunted in her ear and slammed his cock in her hard spurting sperm rich 
cum deep in her womb.  “Bet that gets you pregnant.”

He lay there a moment then rolled off her laughing.  “Shit, she is fucking good, nice and 
tight, who’s next?”

Rick jumped from his seat and started to strip as Brad finished dressing and sat up front. 
 He pulled off his boxer shorts and sat on her stomach grabbing her tits and kneading
 them.  “Damn nice and big, feel so firm, wonder if they are real?”  

He smirked and brought up his fist and punched her tits as hard as he could, over and 
over.  “If they is fake, bet ya got a leak now.”  He stopped and crushed her breasts
 around his hard cock and started to tit fuck her.  “Daaaaamn, so fucking firm, shit I love
 a nice set of jugs!”

Rick pumped his cock for as long as he could stand it then slipped down fast and
 pushed his dick in her already wet pussy.  “Oh fucking god, tight, shit, your pussy is
 pulling my dick in!”

He fucked her for an hour then lost control, he climaxed grunting loud as his cock
 spewed thick white jizz deep in her body.

Rick lay there panting and licking her lips and cheek.  He got to his knees and smiled
 looking down at her pussy which had cum pouring out of it.  “Jeff she’s yours, hurry
 she will be waking up soon.  

Jeff jumped in the back and tossed his clothes off in an instant.  Unlike Brad or Rick,
 Jeff liked to hurt women, he immediate punched Cassandra in the stomach making the
 girl double over.  “I don’t care if she wakes up, when she does she will be in a world
 of hurt!”  Both men up front laughed.

Jeff pinched each nipple rings and lifted her off the mattress by them.  She moaned
 and her hands twitched as she slowly came out of the drug induced stupor.  He 
growled at her and spit in her face, then yanked, ripping one nipple ring free.  

The men up front knew Jeff was bad with women and Rick jumped and laughed hearing
 her skin rip.  Jeff let the last ring go and she fell back breathing heavy and moaning. 
 He reached down and squashed her injured breasts and laughed seeing the blood
 run down her chest.  

Cassandra moaned and started to cry, feeling the pain in her body.  “Pl…please…hurt,
 I’m hurt…stop.”  Jeff rolled her on her belly and mounted her, aiming his dick at her ass. 
 “Your not hurt yet, but you will be!”  

She tried to open her eyes but she would pass out, then wake again.  Her eyes opened 
wide and she screamed when she felt Jeff penetrate her anus.  She pushed and tried 
to roll out from under him but all she did was move the mattress.  

Jeff, now on top of her, clutched a handful of her hair and smashed her face on the
 metal floor of the van.  Three hits and she was bleeding and unconscious.  He shoved
 his hips forward, getting deeper in her ass with each thrust.  “Vir…virgin ass, never
 been taped , ugh ugh till now.”

Jeff tore her ass for over an hour, stopping to rest, then pounding her more.  He
 laughed and yelled a yahoo as he blasted her rectum with sticky cum.  

The van pulled behind a department store in the dark and Jeff jumped out.  He tossed
 her clothes, shoes and purse in an empty dumpster, then tossed her in as well.  The 
van drove away with the men laughing hysterically.  

Cassandra awoke freezing curled in a ball getting wet.  She screamed suddenly and
 stood hitting her head on the plastic lid of the dumpster.  It was raining outside and 
she was soaked and livid.  

She located her clothes, purse and shoes, dressed and climbed out of the dumpster.
  Cassandra was about to call a cab when she checked and found all her money
 missing.  “Fucking assholes, I’m a fucking idiot, jeez is getting a man so important 
that I let one drug and rape me.”

She walked unsteady and could feel the burning in her ass and crotch. 
 “Fucking raped me, ugh my ass hurts, I don’t take it in the ass, ugh ow!”  She walked
 in the rain for two hours until she reached the now closed Gold Bull club and her car.  

She was still groggy and the drug was still effecting her so she crawled in the back 
seat and passed out asleep.  

Chapter Four, Butch

Riddler walked quickly through the casino/hotel kitchen area, two of his men right behind
 him, one carrying a package.  He spun his small onyx and gold question mark head cane
 between his fingers and laughed as the kitchen staff ran in all directions.

A quick trip up the glass elevator and Nash aka The Riddler motioned to his men to
 break down room twenty’s door.  One goon reared back and kicked the door so hard 
it flew off its hinges.  Inside, a party was going on, women ran screaming, armed men
 reached for their guns.  

Riddler’s men had the drop on them, each armed with AK47’s.  Riddler walked in and
 grinned under his mask and located a man in a white robe, his neck covered in gold chains. 
 “Hello Butch, now I seem to recall you owing me a lot of money, seems like your 
doing good, living  large, nice broads, where’s my money?”

Butch stood cigar in hand and looked at the goons then Riddler.  “You think you come
in here and scare me with this shit, listen puzzle boy, you touch me you don’t get dick,
 nothing!”  Nash still smiled, touched a small button on his cane and a steel blade
 popped out its tip.  He swung the cane and stabbed it into the floor where it stood
 when he let it go.

Riddler walked to a bar and poured a glass of champagne, then sipped it.  “Well Butchy, 
see, I don’t need the money, I just emptied your warehouse safe last night so I am
 sort of rolling in your dough, I just wanted to know if you would kind enough to give 
me what you owe me.”

Butch jumped and grabbed the cane, his body shook as voltage shot through his body.
  He fell still shaking and drool poured out of his mouth.  Riddler walked to him and
 swung a leg across his body and straddled him.  “See dummy, I gave you a chance
 now your going to get…a riddle.  

Riddler snapped his fingers and one of his men opened the package and handed
 him a odd bladed device with metal straps and a lap top.  Nash ripped Butch’s robe
 open and grabbed his soft cock.  He positioned the blades around his dick and 
slipped a strap around his waist locking the evil looking device in place.  

Butch was still stunned and now terrified looking at the blades.  Riddler connected the 
lap top to the spring mechanism and stood up.  The lap top came to life with a bright
 green question mark on the screen.  Riddler walked out snatching his cane as he
walked, then he turned.

“Its easy Butch, one simple riddle, one minute to solve it, one minute or you’re dead!” 
 He walked out laughing, his goons followed.  The lap top chimed and a riddle
 appeared on the screen.  

****What is the beginning of eternity, the end of time and space, the beginning of every
 end and the end of every race?****

Butch screamed and tried to pull the belt off, but it was locked, then he screamed 
as he saw a one minute timer ticking.  “SHIT, FUCK, WHAT’S THE ANSWER HELP MEEEEE!” 
 He ran around in circles trying to get help but people ran from him.  Women ran out
 of the room, and his men examined the belt.  “Um boss, I don’t know riddles, I don’t
 know the answer!”  

Butch pulled and yanked the belt and blades cutting his fingers as he did.  Then he 
screamed as the timer ran out and…nothing happened.  Butch held his breath, he 
waited then exhaled angry.  “Fucking weirdo, he is dead, DEAD!”  Butch was about to
 stand when the lap top released acid on his body.  

He screamed and convulsed on the floor rolling in his own burning skin.  One goon
 vomited, the others stood not knowing what to do.  Butch slowly died in agony, he 
gurgled as the acid burned up his lungs.  His last sight was the laptop.  

****The answer is the letter “E”, all you had to do, was press the letter “E”, it was easy!!”****

Riddler relaxed in the elevator as they rode down.  He looked over Gotham and exhaled
 looking at one of his men.  “Never did say the blades would kill him, Ok, so Butch is now
 gone, I have three more to remove, I tell you, all you need to do is be straight with me,
 pay me what you owe me, if not…a riddle you deal with.”

Cassandra had awaken and drove home.  She walked into her apartment and found a 
note on her bed.  It was from an ex boyfriend named Phil Davis, and she had taken his
 key, he was abusive and liked to slap her around.  How he got in she didn’t know.  

She read the love letter about how he wanted her back, then she tossed it in the trash.
  In her bathroom, she finally got a look at herself and slowly…began to cry.  Her nose
 was most likely broken, she had a black eye and a bad cut on her forehead.  

Chapter Five, The Misfit's

Cassandra let her dress drop to the floor, she had no bra or panties, they where
 ripped and left in the dumpster.  Her breasts where already black and blue and one
 of her nipples had crusted blood on it.  “My nipple ring, you fuckers.”

She ran a bath filled it with bath salts and soaked for hours.  She never would have
 got out but she had a text on her cell and it kept flashing.  This was her Batgirl text,
 it was from Jack hill, police inspector.

“Liberteen was identified as 19 year old Patty Rogers, a college student, why or 
what she was doing on the warehouse roof, I don’t know, I guess she was a hero
 wanna-be.”

Cassandra stiffly climbed out of the bath and sat at the bidet washing her vagina. 
 She swallowed a “day after” pill just in case and started to administer first aid to
 her injuries.  

When she finished, she flipped open her phone and called the one man she hated to 
call, Batman.  The voice was as usual, ominous, and deep.  “Um Batman, I need a 
favor, I need to know what you know about a group called “The Misfits.”

There was silence then he replied in a quiet monotone voice.  “You met the 
Riddler…I could say stay away from him but that would be stupid, you wouldn’t listen.  

The Misfits are a group of female…wanna-be, superheroes.  Two have died so far,
 one, raped found floating in Bartland harbor, and your Liberteen, shot in the head.” 
 Batgirl didn’t bother to ask how he knew she had met the Riddler, he just knew.  
She thanked Batman and closed the phone, she needed to go to the hospital, then 
out into the city tonight.  

Chapter Six, Misfit death

Nightingale, and Freedom Girl ran laughing across roof top to roof top.  Both needed to 
get to Walington Pharmaceuticals before one AM.  Freedom Girl slid to a stop striking
 a hero pose, her large breasts barely held in by her spandex costume.  “So we bust
 the Riddler, then drag his ass to the police then pose for photo’s!”

Nightingale swung her black cape around her and skulked into the shadows.  “Yes,
 be a dark day before he is out of Arkham, and yes of course, photo’s for the
 newspaper.”  Both turned and jumped screaming when they saw Batgirl standing
 in their way.  

Cassandra had spent most of the day getting stitches in her nipple and worst, her
 nose was broken.  But her mask unlike Batman’s covered her entire face.  “Ok 
children, its bed time, leave the bad guys alone and go home.”

Nightingale spun into a combat stance and readied herself for a fight.  Freedom 
Girl laughed and stood her ground.  “You cant stop us, we hate crime just as much
 as you, and we are doing something about it.”

Batgirl saw each had masks on and she was getting angry, she refused pain medication 
and her nose throbbed.  “I’m not asking you, I’m telling you, get off the roof and
 go home, two of your…Misfit’s are dead, you want to join them?”

Nightingale flung a stun grenade out from under her cape.  Batgirl saw her movement
 and immediate kicked the grenade away but it detonated sending her flying
 across the roof and crashing into a air vent.  She couldn’t move, stunned and blinded.
  “A stun grenade, where the fuck do these people get this stuff…e-bay?”

When she cleared her head, both women where gone.  She ran in the direction they
 had been heading to try to find them.  

Freedom Girl hung upside-down, her legs wrapped around a pipe on the pharmaceutical
 warehouse roof.  She watched through a small window as Riddler and several men 
slapped and hit a man tied to a chair.  She signaled her partner who lowered herself
 with a rope from the upper rafters to the floor behind them.  

Riddler laughed and sat down in a chair facing Mad Dog Mitchell, a drug dealer and 
someone who owed a lot of money to Nash.  “Look Mitch, you knew I would get out of
 Arkham, and I would come a callin for my money, the drugs we sold got you and the
 others a shit load of money, and I want my cut.  

Mitchell sat looking at Riddler with contempt, he shook his head and spit at him.  “You
 fucking green fruit, we all got double crossed, me, Butch, and Lou got nothing…Frasier
 got it all, and he left the country!”

Riddler was not expecting this, and he hated being surprised, that was his job.
  “Mitch, riddle me this…

****The more you take away, the larger it becomes? What is it?”****
  Mitch knew it was over, he knew the Riddler, this was the end.  “I don’t fucking know,
 I hate you and your fucking riddles!”  

Riddler laughed and his man standing behind Mitch shot him in the temple.  A plume of
 blood shot across the floor.  “The answer is…a hole, like in your head!”  The men laughed
 but it was cut short when Nightingale Came running, then flipping head over heels in a
 dramatic entrance.  Riddler and the men remained motionless.

Nightingale landed near the men and the floor collapsed.  She fell screaming into a huge
 vat of tiny pills.  She screamed as she sank slowly, the pills like quicksand.  Riddler and 
his men looked over the edge and laughed at her.  

She screamed and pills poured in her mouth making her gag.  The men watched as she
 slowly sank, her hand remained grabbing at air, then it stiffened, and she drowned.  

Riddler looked around the warehouse and out of the corner of his eye saw Freedom Girl.
  He pulled his gun from his coat and shot a round at her.  The bullet hit the pipe she hung
 from and she fell.  

The Misfit bounced off a rafter and fell onto a pile of pallet’s.  Riddler walked towards
 the exit.  “You guys…have a party with the hero girl, but waste her when your done, 
and leave these on their bodies.”  Riddler handed them two envelopes.

Chapter Seven, Rape

The three men ran to the fallen heroine and dragged her off the pallet.  She moaned
 and woke suddenly screaming and fighting.  The men laughed and poked and prodded
 her making her scream.  One man smiled and as she turned to face him, punched her
 across the jaw.  She spun spitting blood in a circle.  

As Freedom Girl fell, the smaller of the men kicked her in the side lifting her off the floor.
  Two men grabbed her wrists and legs and held her in place.  She screamed and fough
t but had no chance.  The third man unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.

“YOU CANT DO THIS I’M A HERO, YOU CANT RAPE MEEEEEEE!”  The man smiled, ripped
 and pulled her bikini bottom of her costume off, then dropped between her legs and 
shoved his finger inside her pussy.  “UGH NOOOOOO TAKE IT OUT, DON’T TOUCH ME!” 
 He pushed and pulled till her own body betrayed her and she began to get wet.  

The goon leaned over her and plunged his cock deep in her.  She screamed and struggled
 but this just made the man laugh.  He pumped in her slowly, the other men smiling
 listening to the wet sound of his fucking.  

He leaned down to kiss her and she bit his lip, but he pulled out of her mouth quickly. 
 “Fucking bitch, you fucking whore!”  The man reared back and punched her in the
 face repeatedly.  First her nose broke, them her jaw, then her eyes where blackened.
  She groaned and passed out.

He drove his cock in her brutally making her body flop like a doll.  Her face bled a pool
 under her head and it smeared on the floor as he moved her.  One of the men yanked
 her top of, twisted and squeezed her big tits.  

The goon fucking her arched his back and thrust into her pussy shooting sperm rich
 cum into her womb.  He smiled, wiped sweat off his face and rolled off her.  “She’s 
nice, tight, damn nice to fuck a teenager again!”  The smaller man immediately pulled out
 his cock, spit on it and plunged into her pussy.  

She groaned and her head rolled to the side spitting out blood and a tooth.
  “I…need a doctor…I’m a hero…it hurts…”  The man fucking her chuckled and put both 
hands on her tits for support and fucked her hard.  “Bet it hurts, I got a big dick cunt,
 feels good huh?”

Liberty Girl looked up at the man and spit blood at him.  He smiled feeling the warm blood
 drip off his face.  He looked down at her and grinned and stuck the remaining six inches
 of his ten inch cock in her.  She cried out and tried to push him off, her hands grabbing
 at his shirt.  The man waiting to fuck her reared back and kicked her in the head knocking
 her out again.  

As she was kicked, the man fucking her came.  His eyes closed and he wailed in the
 air as he climaxed squirting cum, filling her insides.  He laughed and fell on her still
 twitching from his orgasm.  

He climbed off her and zipped himself back up smiling.  “Yea superhero that, dumb
 cunt, nice fuck, not as good as that Crimson Crusader chick we did and tossed in the
 river.”

The last man straddled her and shoved his cock in her mouth.  He could feel the
 broken teeth and it made him wince but he was careful and gradually began a rhythm. 
 Still adjusting his zipper, the man walked down a flight of stairs to their left and
 returned in a while with the body of Nightingale.  

She was covered in tiny pink pills and as the man dropped her, some oozed out of
 her nose and mouth.  Pills stuck to her eyes which where open, staring into nothing.
  The man at Liberty Girl’ groaned and grabbed his cock, shooting thick white
 cum in her mouth.  The heroine gagged and spit it over her face.

He closed his eyes and sighed feeling the last drops of cum fall on her lips.  “You two
 leave, I’ll take care of Liberty Bitch.”  The men nodded and walked out.  

The last man zipped up his fly and rolled Nightingale over and pulled her mask off.
  “Not bad, pretty, to bad you chose the wrong career.  He ripped open her black 
spandex top and brushed pills off her, then pulled her bra over feeling her tits. 
 “Mmmmm, nice, firm, big and not fake, to bad you had to die would love to have 
nailed you.”

Freedom Girl had stood and was staggering to the door.  The man looked at her and
 smirked.  He pulled out his revolver and shot her in the leg.  She screamed and fell
 yelling in agony.  

The gunmen walked to her and roughly pulled off her mask.  “Your not bad either, 
such a shame.  He jammed the gun in her mouth and pulled the trigger blowing the
 top of her head off.   He then dropped the two letters from the Riddler and departed.

Batgirl moved from roof top to roof top and was about to quit when she saw a dim
 light ahead.  The window had been bent open and through it she could see the two 
heroines, dead.  She lowered herself with a tether cord and examined the women.  

“Shit, didn’t listen to me, and how the fuck does the Riddler seem to fit into this?” 
 She moved Freedom Girls head and saw the bullet wound, then covered Nightingale’s
 breasts with her torn top.  

Batgirl took the envelopes and clicked the tether cannon to pull her back to the roof.
  She ran back to her apartment, put her costume in the hidden closet, and 
examined the riddles.

****Here on earth it is true, yesterday is always before today; but there is a place 
where yesterday always follows today. Where?**** 

****What has branches and leaves and no bark?**** 

“I hate fucking riddles, can I get Joker or Clayface, no I got to get old question mark
 and his god damn riddles.”  She concentrated and re-read the riddles over and
 over.  Robin was the best at solving these and he told her just keep reading them,
 it would come to her.

Then the answer to both hit her.  “The first one is a dictionary, and the last one is a
 library!  So what the fuck does that mean, he is at the library reading a dictionary?”
  Well I will go to the library tomorrow morning and investigate the dictionaries.

Cassandra slept poorly and awoke feeling sick.  Her body still ached from being raped
 and she refused the meds the doctors gave her.  It took her an hour to shower, and
 drive to the Gotham Public library.  Then to her shock, the library had twenty-six
 dictionaries.  

Two and a half hours later, she opened one and on the inside cover, where two 
riddles.  

****Can you name three consecutive days without using the words Monday, Tuesday,
Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, or Sunday?****

****Many things can create one, it can be of any shape or size, it is created for various
 reasons, and it can shrink or grow with time. What is it?****

“I hate this fucking shit, hmmmm, well the first answer is “yesterday, today and
 tomorrow”, and the last is a hole.  The Gotham newspaper is the YTT, Yesterday
Today and Tomorrow, but I don’t know what hole means?”

Chapter Eight Phil Davis

Cassandra left the library and went to her apartment, she would go to the newspaper
 tonight as Batgirl.  She opened the door to her apartment and jumped when Phil Davis 
walked out of her bathroom.  “What the fuck you doing here, I took your key,
 get the fuck out!”

Davis smiled and quaffed some wine from a jug then pulled her Batgirl cowl from
 behind his back.  “So cunt, your Batgirl…made me feel sort of good that I fucked
 THE Batgirl, and I think I want some Bat pussy right now.”  

Cassandra stood speechless, he had found her hidden closet, he knew, she didn’t
 know what to do.  “So the fuck what I’m Batgirl, then you should have also figured 
out I will fucking kill you, and no one will find out.  I get rid of a pest and the city
 is a bit cleaner.”

Davis walked to her and tossed the mask on the floor, he drank and emptied the
 jug, he then pulled out his phone.  “Yea I figured you would say that, so I took
 some pics of your costume and closet, then sent em to my computer, I die you go 
down bitch.   Now come over here, I want a kiss.”  Davis grabbed her arm and
 pulled her to him.

Cassandra broke his grip and twisted his hand making him yelp in pain.  He yelled
 and smashed the wine bottle across the back of her head.  She teetered forward,
 then fell to her knees, blood dripping down her face.  

Davis laughed and kicked her to the floor on her belly.  “I told you bitch, I want
 some pussy or I tell everyone your Batgirl.”  He forced her brown spandex pants
 down and dug out his dick.  Cassandra lay there stunned and emotionless, she 
would just lay there and let him do what he wanted.  

She closed her eyes and subdued a cry as he forced his cock in her vagina. 
 “Oh gggod yes, I miss this cunt, hell yes!”  Cassandra pulled her hands up to her 
face and cried, she cried the entire time, she felt him stiffen above her and ram 
himself in deep as he climaxed.  

Davis lay there for a while then stood, shaking his cock on her.  “Keep me happy
 bitch, you keep me happy, and you will be happy.”  She didn’t move, just stared
 tear eyed at the carpet.  Davis left and slammed the door, she rolled over and
 pulled up her pants, feeling the cum drip out of her pussy.

Chapter Nine, Hole

Riddler sat quietly at a outdoor café table near the Gotham News building.  He was
 alone, drinking white tea, and was getting impatient.  Music played from the piano
 near him and several couples danced in the middle of the restaurant.  

Across the street, a hole had been dug by the city to begin sewer repairs and his 
hopes where that Batgirl would arrive soon, and investigate the hole.  He spotted
 her on the roof of a nearby building and watched her lower herself in an alley. 
 She looked down the hole and saw the ladder.  Quietly, she climbed down.

Batgirl walked slowly, not only for her safety, but she still was shaky from her
 attack earlier.  The hole led to a well lit tunnel which she walked down, her heels
 making echoes as she did.  Ahead she saw someone sitting on a chair with thei
 back to her.  As she approached, she saw the person was a woman, and had
 on a costume.  

The female dark knight moved cautiously around the woman who was dressed in
 black, with a black mask.  She was gagged and began to muffle a scream which
 Batgirl motioned for her to be silent.  Hanging on the woman was a note which 
Batgirl pulled off.  As she did, she was unaware that she had activated a bomb
 under the chair.  

“You have one minute to solve this riddle, under the chair is a bomb and a key pad, 
solve the riddle and the Misfit lives, if not, you can always run.

**** Pronounced as one letter, And written with three, Two letters there are, And two
 only in me. I'm double, I'm single, I'm black, blue, and gray, I'm read from both ends, 
And the same either way. What am I?****

Batgirl could see the timer running and the key pad, and knew what she had to do.  

Riddler sipped his tea and smiled listening to the music.  He jumped to his feet and 
danced laughing, he also watched the small clock on the wall and waited.  After a 
minute, Riddler stopped and listened, then an explosion rocked the ground beneath
 them.  Riddler cackled out loud clenching his fist and jumping around.

He spun in a circle as people ran screaming out of the club.  Riddler stopped and saw
 the silhouette, saw the shadow, saw the bat.  “No, no fucking way, riddle was 
not that easy, you ran, you ran and left that wanna- be hero there to die!”

Batgirl walked out slowly, she was livid, everything that had happened to her, was 
now welled up inside, she was going to hurt Riddler, hurt him bad.
  “No, Star Champion, or as she is now known, Sarah Francis is safe.  You made
 the riddle hard, but you didn’t make the bomb hard, I disarmed it, got Sarah loose,
 then detonated it. 

 She told me she had heard you mention this club, so I used the sewer and climbed 
out in the alley out back, by the way the answer was “eye”, actually lame for a person 
like yourself.”

Riddler shook with rage, he had the bomb made for him, and didn’t check it.  Batgirl
 cracked her knuckles and walked towards Riddler.  The city is blasting anyway 
under the newspaper, I really don’t think they will mind.  And you…what’s left of 
you is going back to Arkham.”

Riddler calmed himself and grinned at her, he took off his green bowler and
 bowed.  “Very well done Batgirl, but a final Riddle before you capture me.”

****“There were five men going to church and it started to rain. The four that ran 
got wet and the one that stood still stayed dry, how?”****

Batgirl was not in any mood for riddles, she moved towards Riddle.  As she
 walked she heard a sound behind her and spun to see a car barreling towards
 her.  She had no time to move, she gasped and closed her eyes.

The car screeched its brakes slammed into the dark heroine.  Batgirl flew
 backwards and crashed into the piano smashing it to pieces and was out
 cold.  Sarah climbed out of the car and giggled to the Riddler.  “The answer
 is the man who stood still was in a coffin, like your going to end up in.”  

Chapter Ten, Motel

Batgirl’s eyes opened slowly, she lay on a bed tied by her wrists and ankles
 and could see a motel sign glowing out the window.  Standing before her 
where Riddler, Sarah and two goons.  Riddler sat on the edge of the bed 
and ran his fingertips across her breasts.  “So lovely, so pretty, see Batgirl,
 the Misfit’s where a new group of heroines that I just couldn’t allow to form
 in Gotham.  

I mean I have enough to deal with you and the other bat’s in this city. 
 So…I recruited Sara, Star Champion, to join, and feed information to the
 group, so I could kill them.  And now they are gone, no more future hero’s
 to have to deal with.”

Riddler walked behind Sarah and slid his arms around her kissing her 
neck.  She spoke and laughed at the same time.  “I had a tough time not 
laughing at you disarming the bomb.  Now its just me and Riddler, together
 forever!”  

Sarah laughed then gagged, her face went instantly to terror.  She turned 
 and looked at Riddler who still had a smile on his face.  She shook
 a second, then fell to the floor, in his hand…a knife.  “I never liked long 
relationships, but hey she was a good fuck.”

Riddler walked to the room door and tossed the knife on the floor.  He looked
 at the goons and motioned to Batgirl.  “Tom, Frank, have fun, make sure she 
is dead before you leave.”

The door closed, Tom locked it and Batgirl had no chance.  Unseen by Batgirl, 
Frank took a small bottle from his pocket and got a wash cloth from the bathroom. 
 Tom joined him and whispered.  “We need to take her mask off, the chloroform 
wont work through the mask.”

Frank nodded in agreement and they decided Tom would unmask her.  They 
both walked out and stood a moment looking at the hot woman on the bed. 
 “DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME OR I WILL KILL YOU.”  Tom leaned on the bed
 and grabbed the pointed ear’s of her mask and started to yank.   

Batgirl screamed and struggled as best she could, but she felt the mask give 
way and it was removed.  Both men looked at her beauty, her anger and smiled. 
 “She’s fuckin hot, gonna have fun with this one.”

Frank poured the liquid in the wash cloth and grabbed her, pushing it against 
her mouth.  Cassandra thrashed about but soon her fight slowed, then she 
exhaled, and passed out with a whimper.  “Good, we cant have her free if 
we are taking off that costume.

Tom untied her binds while Frank unzipped her boots and tugged them off.  
He tossed the boots to the side and ran his hands up her legs feeling her muscles. 
 Tom unhooked her cape and found the zipper for the one piece costume she 
wore and pulled it down.  

Frank rubbed his thumb against the mound of her pussy, concentrating on her 
where her clit was while Tom unhooked her utility belt and threw it off the bed.
  “Get the costume, pull it off.”  Frank grabbed the shoulder parts of her 
costume and peeled it off.  She lay there in bra and panties.

Tom wrenched the bra off her cutting her side with the hooks as he did.  Frank
 slipped his fingers in her short black hair and looked at her nose with the
 bandage across it.  “I guess she got it broke, well I think it needs to be broke again.”  

He brought her face to his fist several times.  “That’s for when you hit me on the
 fucking roof!”

He dropped her head and blood streamed out of her mouth and nose.  “Get her
 panties off, I’m ready to fuck the bitch.”  Tom pulled and stretched the panties
 till they ripped and smelled them.  “Yes smells nice, fucking ripe.”  

Frank wasn’t listening, he had already dropped his pants and was crawling on her. 
 “Look, her nipple has stitches, and she got bruises all over, shit she took a beating.” 
 Tom laughed and grabbed the remaining nipple ring, twisted and ripped it loose.
  “She don’t need this one, the other is missing!”  Frank laughed and shoved his
 cock inside Cassandra’s body.

Tom climbed up on the bed and stuck his balls in Cassandra’s bleeding mouth. 
 “T Bagging, it’s the best ahhhhh!”  Frank had his eyes closed, he was in ecstasy
 feeling her tight pussy wrap around his cock.  He thrust in her slowly, 
wanting to feel all the wet heat of her cunt.  “God wait till you fuck her Tom, shit
 she is god damn nice!”

Tom had got off Cassandra and picked up his pants and fished something out of
 his pocket.  Frank grabbed her tit which had the stitches in it and chewed and
 bit the injured nipple.  He pulled with his teeth and yanked the stitches out making
 the nipple bleed.  “Ugh ugh now she has ugh a matched set!”

Tom had a lighter and was busy with his back to his friend, but Frank could smell
 what he was doing.  He lifted her muscular legs up and put her knees by her 
ears for maximum penetration.  “Oh fucking god I’m gonna cum, ahhhh, ugh,  I’m
 cumming, I’m cumming in Batgirl arghhhh!”  

He closed his eyes and climaxed, his body jittered and thrust with each blast of
 cum, he squirted over and over, his nerves exploded.  Frank fell on her panting
 and gasping for air.  He pushed up with one arm and backhanded her tits with
 his other.  Blood splattered across her chest and the bed.  

He got off the bed and her legs fell over the end, right to where Tom wanted
 them.  He giggled and sat on the floor at the end of the bed.  “Frank, hold her 
foot, a message for the cops when they find her.”  His friend grabbed her right 
ankle and Tom pushed the white hot metal, shaped like a question mark, on the
 arch of her foot.  Both laughed as it sizzled and burned the skin.

Frank dropped her foot and got dressed.  “You fuck her, then ice her, I’m going
 to the bar, meet you there later.”  Tom climbed on the bed and rolled Cassandra 
on her belly.  He rubbed his hand on her firm heart shaped ass and waved to his
 friend.  “See ya.”

Tom spread her firm ass cheeks and stuck his tongue inside her anus.  His hands
 kneaded her buttocks and pulled them apart as far as he could, his tongue deeper
 and deeper in her asshole.  “Mmmm yes nice brown eye, Batgirl’s bung hole, 
and her ass.  Ya know I saw you on TV and thought, I am going to tap that ass.
Have to leave you a remembrance from me though.”  

He bit her ass with all his might and drew blood, his teeth ripped the skin just 
enough to leave a deep bite mark.  Tom licked the wound then climbed up her 
body and speared his hard cock up her ass.  

“Fuck, tight shit and me without any KY, shit.”  It took several pushed and thrusts
 but Tom got his cock in her ass.  He grabbed her hair and wrenched it 
backwards pulling her head up to get leverage.  “Fuck fuck, godddd damn!”

He couldn’t hold back, all he kept thinking was “this is Batgirl” and his cock
 discharged a flood of cum in her rectum.  “OH GODDDDD ARGHH!”  He fell 
on her, his dick inside her shrinking.  Tom lay there for an hour, just relaxing,
 still feeling her solid ass against his belly.  

He rolled off her and stood looking down at cum flowing out of her pussy and
 asshole.  “Well its time Bat bitch, I have a bar date and your date is with the 
morgue.  He pulled a small gun out of his coat and aimed at the back of her head.
  He began to squeezed the trigger and suddenly gasped, he staggered and 
turned to see Sarah, bleeding, standing behind him, knife in hand.  

Tom tried to aim at her, but his eyes rolled up in his head, and he fell to the floor dead.
  She staggered to the door, fell against it, then slid down the wall…dead.
Cassandra opened her eyes slowly, blinked at the bright light, then moved into the
 fetal position.  She was hurt, her nipples both bled, she could feel several loose
 teeth, and her nose was broke worse.  

It took her an hour to get the strength to get off the bed, and she jumped in pain when 
she stood on her feet.  Cassandra sat and looked at her branded foot, and cried 
uncontrollably.  “Fucking mother fuckers, oh god, I’m not a fucking cow, why do I
 do this, why?”

She gathered up her costume, dressed, called the police, and left.  Davis still knew 
what she was, and was going to blackmail her, and the goon knew what she
 looked like.  She needed to rethink if she would remain a hero.