In our previous installment, the Humbler had begun to smother Batgirl with candy fillings and sweet treat toppings after she interrupted his payroll robbery at Berthford's Chocolate Company. Meanwhile, his masochistic mistress, the depraved Madame DeBase, had lured the Dynamic Duo into the hands of a horny harem of their greatest enemies’ former henchwomen, who had bound our heroes to use as unwilling boy toys.
As Gotham City’s Succulent Sentinel was slathered with Humbler’s sinister syrups, Madame DeBase’s amorous associates had begun having their way with Batman and Robin. To make matters worse, the unblinking eyes of the comely crooks’ cameras were recording the ghastly goings-on.
As we return to these horrible happenings, you readers have pondered them for many months. For our heroes however, not a single sensation-saturated second has passed.
So, hold your breath for our heroes!
Maintain your position!
The long-awaited climax is coming!
In mere moments!
Batgirl blinked instinctively to protect her eyes from the splattering mess. Of course, she could not see with her eyes closed, but she reasoned her eyelids would lessen the likelihood she would be temporarily blinded by a splotch of candy. Batgirl decided she would try closing her eyes to avoid seeing the room spinning past her. Not witnessing the scene might make her experience infinitesimally more bearable. Maybe.
“Well, my dear,” Humbler said, “I wish I could stay to put a cherry atop your tomb, but I’m a busy man tonight.”
“You’re sick, Humbler! You’ll never get away with this!” Batgirl shouted.
The sadist paused and returned his gaze to the bound beauty. “I have a job to finish before I return to my mistress. I imagine the layer of goop closest to your body is already beginning to transform into a sticky glaze. In fact, that may have happened already. Come on, boys. The details for Batgirl’s fate have been finalized. We mustn’t forget that pretty payroll we came for. Your doom, my dear, was only a bonus--a delectable dessert for a meat and potatoes meal of delicious crime. Farewell.”
“One question.”
“Yes,” Humbler said, pausing again and turning back to face her.
“You said your job was to humiliate me out of crime fighting. If that is true, why are you trying to kill me?”
"Well, I'll tell you. Before I took up crime, I was an efficiency consultant. It was my job to make big companies better. I called my technique 'addition by subtraction.' In short, companies brought me in to get good people fired, mostly superfluous middle managers who made the process of getting things done longer and more tedious. You can't imagine the looks on their faces as I handed them the shoe box I would provide for them to pack up their stuff. It was a fun job. It dried up when the economy improved."
"I suppose they fired you."
"Something like that. I got called into the Chairman's office and Frank--that was his name--told me he needed to start hiring wage slaves while I was still firing them. I tried to explain how I had gotten my program, Operation Rapid Fire, approved by the old chairman just before he retired in a terrific show of leadership."
"What did the new chairman say?"
"He said I was reckless and did not pay enough attention to current trends in business. Do you know what I told him?"
"No," Batgirl admitted.
The Humbler smiled. "I stood up, leaned into his personal space, looked him straight in the eye, and told him, 'Well EX-CUUUUUSE MEEEEEE!!!' Then I resigned. So, you see, Batgirl, terminating people has become something of a habit. In your case, the method I've chosen for your demise will be utterly humiliating."
"Very efficient."
“Thank you. My mistress will reward my efficiency by letting me watch the conclusion of Batman and Robin’s career. Just between us, I can’t wait. I understand she's rounded up a number of mostly American foxes for them to swing with."
"What do you mean?" Batgirl demanded.
The Humbler laughed. "I could tell you, but I've wasted enough time already, and you have so little left. Let's go, boys. You know, Batgirl, I’m one wild and crazy guy!” He laughed and finally left her alone.
The Humbler’s surmise about the effects of his perfidious process guided Batgirl to another dark reflection. Only her futile struggles and the motion of the table kept her from adhering to the spinning surface. She was tiring steadily as the table went on spinning. Once she was exhausted . . . .
Batgirl had made no progress against her bonds as she lay struggling on the spinning table. Her closed eyes were proving inadequate to combat the dizziness and she knew breaking free of this predicament through brute force would be impossible. She would have to think her way out.
The myriad of miracles contained in the utility belt encircling her hips were the stuff of legend. Her gaggle of gadgets was widely believed to enable her to escape any cunningly contrived, unforeseen consequence of a criminal confrontation. Batgirl reasoned her current predicament should be no exception, but her belt was in place around her hips, well out of the limited reach of her bound, extended hands. Besides, the candy coating was hardening around her all the time.
Her belt was adequately well known for many villains to relieve her of it before leaving her to die. Because this eventuality was obvious, Batgirl carried a selection of tiny tools in her gloves and boots. One such tool was a well-honed blade Batgirl knew could slice through her leather bindings like a wire through cheese. Unfortunately, the candy sheath encasing her body would likely keep these tools unavailable. Worse, even if she could retrieve a helpful tool, the slick glop covering her hands would likely make it impossible to keep hold of such a tool. She had been unconscious when the crooks had secured her, so she had been unable to take steps to give herself slack she might have used to escape.
The seemingly inescapable trap intrigued Batgirl. It would kill her, but the spinning platform gave the sinister situation an intriguing dimension. The motion of the table resulted in the toppings’ uneven distribution across Batgirl’s body. The motion also kept the sweet, sticky cone from growing too tall on top of her. Helplessly, she wondered how long she would last.
Opening her eyes, Batgirl watched candy coatings begin dripping from the edge of the spinning platform. Suddenly, a realization struck her with the force of a thunderbolt. The stuff dripping from the platform not only covered her, but the straps binding her as well.
“I wonder if that goop has made the straps at all slick?” Batgirl said to no one in particular.
To find out, she stopped her ceaseless, desperate squirming and lay completely still, relaxing totally. Next, she lifted her wrists, pressing them against the restraining leather straps. She turned her hands and gripped the strap with her left hand while pulling her right hand downward, toward her body. Her hand slipped through the strap. “Yes!” she cried excitedly. “It’s working!” Her other hand came free without coming into contact with the strap again. Her arms were free, but she had a long way to go.
The platform beneath her still supine body continued spinning and the lapse in her concentration reminded her of the dizziness she was suffering. A blob of caramel splattered across her mouth and a shower of crushed peanuts rained over her head briefly. She turned her head, shook it violently, and blinked repeatedly to protect her eyes from the minute peanut particles. At the same time, she felt tears forming and literally blew the caramel clogging her mouth away.
Suddenly, Batgirl realized her exertions had raised her shoulders and drawn the now-loose strap, which had encircled her wrists and held her arms in place, tight against the platform. This demonstrated the leather straps had been laced around her body to bind her in place.
Absently, she wondered why her elbows had not been bound and reasoned the leather lace may not have been long enough. Obviously, the crooks had begun their chore by binding her legs. Still, her realization fanned the spark of hope her free arms had kindled, solidifying her ephemeral hope into a blazing inferno of certainty.
Gotham’s Gorgeous Guardian began to roll her shoulders, trying to slip the strap laced across her breasts along their contours ultimately to stretch across the hollow of her stomach. She felt the strap twitch and inhaled to encourage its movement. Once her efforts had succeeded, she permitted herself to exhale and rest briefly.
“Almost! “ she said. Batgirl began to sit up and felt her restraints hold her back. “Now,” Batgirl said, “Up, up and away!” She lifted her legs and felt the straps binding them loosen. The slack she had gained enabled her to shimmy her ankles, knees, and thighs free.
The straps around her chest had loosened, but would not allow her hips to pass through as she scooted backwards.
“Time to go the other way,” Batgirl said. She squirmed and moved to sit up and develop the slack in the straps before her upper body slid finally, totally free. Quickly, she turned and let her legs dangle from the edge of the platform. She let herself ride around on the platform one more time, then slid to the floor. Her balance failed, leaving Batgirl helpless until the room stopped spinning. Then she stood, slowly regaining her wits, as she cleaned as much candy as she could from her costume.
The Humbler and his men had just packed the last of the payroll away when a sound from the room in which they had left Batgirl distracted them.
“What was that?” Atlas asked.
“Check it out,” Humbler ordered.
Atlas moved to obey. Inside, he froze, standing stock still and open-mouthed, both staring and pointing incredulously at Batgirl. She stood building a pile of sugar in various forms taken from her costume on the floor. “You!” he said. His voice was weak, seeming to travel on the shallow, fearful breath he exhaled.
“That’s right,” Batgirl said, striding toward him and gripping his outstretched arm. She grinned and bent, pivoting to send him sprawling across the spinning, candy covered table. Atlas’s body pushed the mess of sweets from the table to the floor where it splattered and spread. The thug's momentum and the table's rate of rotation brought him to the same point at which he had begun his journey across the candy-coated surface. Batgirl was waiting.
She spun and impacted his chin with her heel, sending his body crashing painfully into the controls. Atlas was stunned, but Batgirl had not fully recovered her balance when he staggered forward. Her foot slid in a chocolate puddle as she regarded the recovering thug. She had just regained her shaky balance as the man returned to the attack, lunging for her. He grasped air as Batgirl moved aside instinctively, almost falling again. She regained her balance and crouched low, resting her hands on her knees as the handsome thug charged. Atlas slipped on a handfull of jelly beans and fell with a quiet curse. Batgirl permitted herself a smile as he pitched into the spinning table again. This time the motion of the table sent him skipping off and sliding across the floor away from her.
She waited, recovering.
Atlas got warily to his feet. “Okay, now I’m gonna take care of you once and for all, you Bat b-”
She cut him short by taking a running stride and leaping into the air. The showgirl kick she delivered to his chin snapped his head back and put him down for good. “I don’t think so. Especially not tonight,” she said.
Breathing heavily, she extracted the leather lace that had bound her and used a length she cut from it to hogtie him. Ctitically, she realized she had been lucky to beat Atlas in her condition and that the mess she had fought him in had contributed to her victory. Encouraged, she was beginning to feel more like herself. In the final analysis, she had taken down one of Humbler's thugs. Four bad guys remained. Batgirl straightened and moved purposefully toward the office. The time had come to take the fight to them. She was ready!
“What’s keeping him?” Humbler demanded.
Kayo, Sassafras, and Dustbag shrugged simultaneously.
“Well!” Humbler shouted. “Find out!”
“I’d be delighted to show you,” Batgirl said, striding into the room and pausing to spread her legs to shoulder width and rest her gloved hands on her candy-smeared hips.
“Batgirl,” Humbler said, astounded, staring transfixed at her sugar-coated big American breasts.
“Batgirl,” the thugs repeated.
The Humbler finally broke out of the spell. “Don’t just stand there,” Humbler ordered. “Get her!”
As the men rushed forward, Batgirl leaped for the top of the door frame and gripped it with both hands. She swung and kicked Kayo squarely in the chest, sending him sprawling. Dustbag and Sassafras moved to either side of the dangling Daredoll and swung at her abdomen. Batgirl dropped into a crouch and forcefully rammed both elbows sideways. Her attackers doubled over in pain and straightened as the backs of Batgirl’s fists impacted their chins. She finished each off with an uppercut. They fell backward to the floor.
Kayo picked himself up and charged, burying a shoulder in Batgirl’s abdomen and bowling her over. He felt both her hands grip his shirt and spread his arms to land on her with maximum force. Her strategically placed knee brought him up short with a painful gasp. Batgirl rose to one knee and stood, dragging the thug to his feet. Then she slid to her side, letting go of him. Still in pain, his knees began to sag. Her sliding side kick slammed him to the floor before he could fall.
“Very impressive, Batgirl,” Humbler complimented. “You took all of my men down. You hit all of them below the belt, but I’m results oriented, as the little resume I shared with you might suggest. You won. Nice job.”
“Thank you, Humbler,” she said. She began to approach him slowly and let her voice fall and fill with quiet menace. “You admitted to being a mean spirited hired gun, who enjoys serving as a hatchet man. Just imagine what I’m about to do to you.”
“What?” he asked fearfully. She grew closer with every step. The Humbler began to back away. Batgirl grinned and kept coming.
"I don't understand, Humbler, why you gave up a career as a human resources consultant to become a two-bit crook."
"I'll tell you, Batgirl," Humbler said, trying to summon a conversational smile. Perhaps he could put her off her guard and escape. "I was inspired to change professions by the greatest crook of all time."
Batgirl stopped, cocked her head sideways and put her hands on her hips. "Just who might that be?"
The Humbler frantically used his peripheral vision to look around Batgirl. She had backed him into a corner. His plan was not working. Perhaps his fortunes would change if he went on talking. He focused on her question and stared at her incredulously. "King Tut, of course," he replied as though the answer to Batgirl's question was the most obvious fact in the world.
"King Tut?"
"King Tut." 'Surely Batgirl was familiar with the malevolent monarch!' "He's an Egyptian," Humbler explained helpfully. "I once served as a Tutling." That was before a hit on the head returned Professor Mackelroy to his senses.
Batgirl decided to bring the conversation back to business. She hit Humbler in the mouth with the back of one gloved hand. "You don't work for King Tut now. That's the response your mistress's hospitality deserves. Now, unless you tell me for whom you are working, what she has planned for Batman and Robin, and where I can find her, I’ll finish thanking you,” Batgirl threatened, lovingly running the leather lace through her purple-covered fingers.
“You wouldn’t! You’re with the police. You’re one of the good guys!” Batgirl only stared as her fingers caressed the leather strap. “Please! Leave me alone! I beg you.”
Batgirl took a step toward him and smiled. The Humbler screamed. “Talk!” Batgirl ordered.
Fifteen minutes later, Batgirl was addressing her prisoners, each of whom she had left in a separate mound of caramel. “The police will be along presently to pick you up. I’d advise you to cooperate with them. I’ll be following each of your cases with interest.”
We’ll get you for this, Batgirl!” they shouted after her as she left.
She paused and turned to regard them again with a mischievous laugh. ‘You know, I think I’ll call the press to cover your arrest live. It will give the public more confidence in Chief O’Hara’s force.”
“How humiliating!” Humbler muttered, once Batgirl had gone.
“Commissioner, this is Batgirl,” she said through her cell phone as she mounted her Batgirlcycle. “I’ve left you some human refuse to pick up. Come and get it.” She also gave her prisoners’ location.
“Of course, Batgirl. Thank you for your help. What will you be doing?”
“A woman called Madame DeBase has set a trap for Batman and Robin. I’m going to make sure they didn’t fall into it. I’ll call in when I know more.” Batgirl hung up and began racing to the rescue at the maximum legal speed. “If Madame DeBase has trapped Batman and Robin,“ she said, “she and I will have more pressing business.”
As Batgirl came ever closer to her quarry, the Dynamic Duo was having a very hard time, to say the least. Each was surrounded by seven amorous admirers who had taken their sweet time alternating between massaging them with hot coconut oil; and slowly, sensually removing hair from their legs, chests, and faces with warm, luxurious shaving cream and a straight razor.
“Are you getting all of this?” Madame DeBase asked her cameraman, the revived Larry "the Beast" Browkowski.
“Oh yeah, boss,” the muscular thug replied. “I’ve been panning the foreplay and zooming in on the more intense action.”
Madame DeBase considered “the Beast” wholly edible. She laced her fingers on his available shoulder and rested her chin on it playfully. “Excellent! Keep up the good work,” she ordered huskily. She had moved from her overhead rafter and joined the cameraman on a balcony overlooking the scene of depravity playing out below. Absently, she wondered if her hunk of a henchman would find her more attractive as a blonde.
The Dynamic Duo had tracked Browkowski to this building and rendered him unconscious before Madame DeBase had unleashed the giggling goons on them. The Dynamic Duo had been utterly helpless, unwilling to fight their female attackers. Legs Parker had revived the cameraman, whom Madame DeBase had used to lure the Dynamic Duo into her clutches, while Moth collected the creams and oils with which the women initially pampered their victims.
“On with the show, girls!” Madame DeBase encouraged. “Let’s watch Robin grow up.”
Chickadee had slipped the utility belt from Robin’s waist and let her fingers flit playfully along the waistband of his green tights. Meanwhile, the games the girls from Lord Marmaduke Ffogg’s foreign finishing school had come to play with the Teen Titan had barely begun. Daisy and Rosamond had removed his shoes and begun massaging his feet and legs vigorously. Kit and Duchess had begun to slide their hands slowly over his chest once Lady Prudence had torn his green shirt away and begun to kiss his neck and right shoulder. Legs Parker had gone to work on the other side of his head.
After a short time, Robin gasped and managed to take in some air. “Oh, God! Stop it!” he begged moments later. “I can’t stand it any longer. Holy Hot Pants!”
“Oh, Boy Wonder,” Chickadee said, sliding backward from the table and bending to splay her fingers across his hips and bring her mouth to within an inch of his inner thigh. Robin found his vision drawn to her breasts as she brought them ever closer to him. As they fell between his knees, he became strangely aware of the overall proportional perfection of her hourglass figure, which her hat check girl uniform showcased magnificently. “We’ve barely started with you. Speaking of bare.” She bent her head and slid forward, licking him slowly.
“I am out of my skin over you, Robin,” Duchess said, stroking his side slowly.
“I’m absolutely ape about you,” Kit said, kissing him lightly and repeatedly.
“I’m launched,” Rosamond said, laying his foot against her cheek and giggling.
“Robin, you do bend my mind,” Daisy gushed as she massaged his other foot lovingly.
Lady Prudence had taken a more subtle approach. She was simply massaging his shoulder. As Robin’s muscles relaxed, he recalled how she had knelt beside him and described the death he had nearly fallen into on Marmaduke Ffogg’s aftergrass lawn when the queen African death bee had landed on his glove. “This is the most,” she commented with a wicked smile. The pretty student bodies in her charge squealed excitedly.
“What are you talking about?” Robin demanded.
“My latest plan to come out on top--of you .” she explained. “You don’t imagine I didn’t lay awake nights in prison scheming and dreaming about you.” As Lady Prudence spoke, her fingers worked at him more slowly and she leaned her chest into his shoulder. Her hot breath seared his neck.
“I’m flattered,” Robin said. He was being honest. While he was hard pressed to fully understand why Lady Prudence and her finishing school’s pretty student bodies came all the way to Gotham City to see him, he recalled having had to leap from their dormitory window to escape them, and believed they had come for the reasons they cited.
Suddenly, Legs Parker’s blonde hair spilled across his chest as she leaned against him and gripped his shoulder more tightly. Her lips lightly brushed his ear. “I heard a rumor my legs reminded you of Catwoman’s. Is that true, Robin?”
Robin turned his head and regarded her. He said nothing.
“Well?” Legs persisted. Somehow the gangster’s daughter had distracted him from the gang of schoolgirls.
“Y-yes,” he said, his voice quavering. Her mouth looked particularly inviting as his vision locked on her. He found his gaze drawn into her sparkling eyes. They were deep, colorful, and enchanting.
Legs giggled. Robin recalled Commissioner Gordon describing her as the most dangerous member of Ma Parker’s criminal family. “Tell me, Robin. Is there anything else about me that reminds you of her?”
“Who?”
There was a glow about Legs Parker as Robin stared at her, enthralled. “Robin,” she said. He focused on her moving lips. “I want you to tell me if there is anything about me that reminds you of Catwoman. Come on, Robin. You can tell me.”
“I suppose,” he began. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, Catwoman can’t stand you,” she informed him. She kissed his neck and let her voice fall to a seductive whisper before moving on. “ I think it’s because Batman talks about you whenever she tries to talk seriously to him.”
“So what?”
“Well, I’m more open minded,” Legs declared. “If you’d be interested in getting together after we finish the movie, it would be my pleasure to attend to an important part of your education that has been grossly neglected.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t be shy, Robin,” Legs instructed. “You don’t have to answer now. I was hoping to persuade you, anyway.” She bent and kissed him hard on the lips. As the other young women kept their hands working on Robin, their eyes bored into Legs, exuding wrath. Robin moaned.
“He’s growing up fast,” Browkowski said.
“Isn’t he, though,” Madame DeBase agreed. “Let’s take a peep at how Batman is resisting temptation.”
Batman, it seemed, was melting under the coordinated campaign of fearsome feminine firepower with which his adoring attackers had relentlessly assailed him. Angelina held Batman's cowled head in her hands as Evelina kissed his neck and licked sweat from the side of his face. The golden-gowned glamazon's efforts soon brought tears to Batman's eyes as his mouth formed a rounded 'o'. Then, the taller women took the captive's head in her hands and her perfidious partner began to apply her own torturous touches to his treacherous treatment. Their caped captive moaned helplessly as the wicked work went on.
“Tongue tied, Batman?” Angelina teased.
“Just wait,” her partner chimed in. “We’ve barely begun.”
Moth leaned over him and brushed her hair against his chin as the tips of her pointy, purple-covered breasts hovered where his chest could not help touching them when he inhaled. “I’m sure you’ve heard the expression, ‘moth to a flame,’ Batman,” the blonde bombshell said “You have no idea how very hot you’re making me.” The warmth of her breath on his neck and the strength he could feel in her fingers as they kneaded his shoulders hinted at the level of attraction his colorful attacker was experiencing.
Moisture had molded Undine’s succulent swimsuit to her comely curves as she snuggled against him. Her head lay on his washboard abs as her fingers danced along his waistband. “I could play with you forever,” Undine said dreamily.
The trio of temptresses working on Batman’s lower body were obviously accustomed to working together. Doe, the redhead, had slipped one leg under Batman’s and was massaging his foot which rested in her lap. Periodically, she bent and kissed each of his toes.
Doe’s ravishing brunette partner, Rae, was leaning against her partner’s back, bending to touch Batman’s foot with her breasts as her hands slid slowly along his lower leg as his muscles quivered beneath her fingers.
Doe and Rae had been working for years with Undine’s twin sister, the marvelous Mimi. The kilted blonde was seated between Batman ‘s spread legs, running her hands lovingly over Batman’s thighs.
Batman moaned involuntarily. “Music to my ears,” Doe said delightedly.
“His response is as welcome as applause,” Rae agreed with a giggle.
“It’s nice to see men can be used as vessels of pleasure, too.” Mimi remarked, squeezing the Caped Crusader’s hips in her hands and bending to rest her cheek against his thigh as her hot breath seared his groin.
“Speaking of which, Sis,” Undine said, “Angelina, Evelina, and I were thinking of tying Batman into another human knot after the movie. This one wouldn’t be deadly, but a lot of fun. Interested?”
“I think you’d enjoy it more than I,” Mimi said diplomatically.
“Well, you’re welcome if you change your mind.”
“ It looks like Batman is in even more capable hands than Robin,” Madame DeBase remarked as she took in the proceedings. "Evelina and Angelina; Doe, Roe, and Mimi; and the girls from Londinium are displaying such titillating teamwork.
“Do you have plans for after we watch the movie, boss?” Browkowski asked. The thug's heavy breathing told her he was genuinely enjoying the show.
Behind him, she grinned like a Cheshire cat. “A cold shower,” she replied, “unless, of course, you have an alternative proposal?”
“I could show you why people call me ‘the Beast’,” he replied, smiling wolfishly.
“What a disgusting suggestion.”
Browkowski was half expecting his idea to be shot down. The source of the comment was surprising to both halves of the conversation, however.
“Batgirl!” the Beast bellowed, before he felt his jaw go slack.
“Batgirl,” Madame DeBase repeated much more softly. “I have a better idea, Larry. Give me the camera and show Batgirl. While you’re at it, snuff her!”
“Whatever you say, Boss,” the Beast said. He handed off his camera and leaped toward the Voluptuous Vigilante.
Batgirl did not wait. She stepped forward and fired two hard punches into Browkowski’s abdomen. “Hey!” he said. “That tickles.” He put a brawny arm across her chest and backed her decisively into the wall behind her. “Usually the women slap me.”
“I’d hate to disappoint,” Batgirl said. She moved to oblige him but felt him sweep the blows aside with his free hand.
“Slap and tickle. Oh boy,” he said, grinning. He leaned forward and applied pressure to the arm pinning Batgirl to the wall. She grimaced as she felt his breath against her neck.
Madame DeBase had put the camera on a tripod and watched the proceedings as she quivered with barely contained laughter.
“This is going to be fun,” the Beast said. “I’ll go real slow, Batgirl.” The Purple Paragon began to raise a knee. “Hey! None of that.” His hand blocked her and he leaned even closer to her, pressing his chest against hers This tactic freed the arm he had been using to hold her in place. “Before I’m finished, Batgirl, you’re going to tell me you like it.”
Batgirl felt his hands slide slowly down along her sides and closed her eyes. “I don’t think so!” She raised her arms and spread her fingers, curling them. Then she brought them down hard. Viciously, Batgirl’s fingers raked across his face.
“My eyes!” Browkowski screamed. He withdrew his hands from Batgirl’s sides and stepped back, retreating to defend himself. Oddly, he did not feel Batgirl following up on her attack.
“It’s time someone tamed you, Beast.” Batgirl said. She put a foot against his chest and scooted down the wall to the floor.
“I’ll get you for this, Batgirl!” the Beast raged.
“I’m down here! Think you can take me?” He bent from the waist to reach her. “Perfect,” she muttered. Her goading had placed him in exactly the position she had hoped the enraged, half blinded thug would take. She placed her hands flat on the floor and put her other foot against his ribs. Then, suddenly, she drew her feet back and thrust her legs outward, extending her body to its maximum. She had put as much power into the double kick as she could muster. The off-balance Beast was propelled backward and tumbled over the railing at the edge of the balcony. “We have liftoff!” she said, rising.
The cry, crash, and thud that followed Browkowski’s departure told Batgirl she had indeed tamed the Beast.
“No!” Madame DeBase shouted. She gripped the railing tightly enough to whiten her knuckles under her black gloves as she leaned over and stared incredulously at the fallen thug. “It seems I’ll have to take care of Batgirl myself.”
“You’re more than welcome to try,” Batgirl said. The heroine had crept directly behind the villainess.
When Madame DeBase spun, she found Batgirl standing beside her camera. The Voluptuous Vigilante was moving toward her and the woman felt herself flung across the balcony. She slid across the floor and into the wall where she stopped with a thud. As her attention was refocused on the heroine who was perched on the railing and flinging a handful of pellets to the floor near her.
“I’ll be back for you, Madame DeBase,” Batgirl said. Then Batgirl was obscured by Batgas and Madame DeBase felt herself taken into a velvety black void.
Larry “the Beast” Browkowski was starting to pick himself up when a purple shape hit him. The shape had come from somewhere above him. A great weight collapsed his arms beneath him. The momentary cry that escaped his lips contained dismay and rage that later transformed to dismay when the momentary pain in his shoulders persisted.
The Beast felt the bones in his nose shatter as a purple elbow impacted his face. He tasted the blood spattering his lips a moment before Batgirl raised her fist to finish him off. Mercifully, he slumped unconscious.
The arrival of Larry “the Beast” Browkowski and the subsequent attack of Batgirl earned the Dynamic Duo a respite from their ordeal.
“Playtime is over, ladies,” Gotham City’s Gorgeous Guardian announced as she approached.
“I doubt it, Batgirl,” Chickadee said. “I’d say we’re about to get a new toy to play with.”
“She’s right,” Undine said. “There are fourteen of us and only one of her.”
“Let’s get her,” Moth encouraged.
“She doesn’t stand a chance!” Legs Parker said.
“I’m glad I don’t have to tell you to leave Batman and Robin alone,” Batgirl said as the fourteen henchwomen abandoned their victims and surrounded her.
“Batman and Robin,” Evelina began.
“Surrendered to us without a fight,” Angelina concluded.
“So I see,” Batgirl said. “I won’t!” Batgirl was as good as her word. Starting with the gold-gowned glamazons, Batgirl began to systematically subdue the entire entourage. She had endured a tough night. While Batman and Robin had allowed their chivalrous tendencies to dictate their inaction as the women had taken them, Batgirl had no obligation to such codes of conduct. Her fists and feet whirled in a speedy display of fighting prowess that reduced the flailing, biting, scratching, hair pulling, and other ineffectual opposition she faced to helplessness in a matter of minutes.
“Did you bring your bagpipes?” Rae asked Doe as they retreated toward one of the exits.
“No,” Doe replied ruefully. “I didn’t think I’d need them to face Batman and Robin, considering they would never lift a finger to hurt a woman.” Doe's bagpipes, in addition to being a musical instrument, were a sonic weapon the redheaded rogue could wield at close range with stunning effectiveness.
“We’d better get out of here while Batgirl is smashing the others.”
“Where’s Mimi?”
“I see her. Get the doors while I grab her.”
Once Chandell’s shapely phantoms had fled, Batgirl found herself looking over the wreckage she had made of the gang, seeking another target upon whom to vent her frustration. Finding none, she turned her attention to the Dynamic Duo. “I hope you guys enjoyed the show,” she said, cutting their hands free.
“It was a big hit with me, Batgirl,” Batman responded. “Thank you.”
“Gosh, Batgirl. I’ll give you two thumbs up. Thanks.”
“You’re both quite welcome. Hearing you thank me makes it all worthwhile. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll leave you to turn your companions over to the police,” she said. She turned away before they could see her smirk.
“First we’d better get our shirts, capes, belts, and boots back on,” Robin decided.
“Yes, then I’d like to retrieve that tape,” Batman agreed. He was feeling a little odd. Batgirl had saved them in the face of long odds and he wondered if there might be some merit to her complaints that he and Robin had been less than appreciative of her help in the past.
When he reached the camera he found the film had been removed. He returned to Robin with Madam DeBase, whom he had found lying unconscious against a wall. Robin secured her with Batcuffs and placed her with the other prisoners. “I think the case is wrapped up, Batman.”
“Yes, Robin. So it would seem.”
“Did you get the film? I was wondering if the police would be able to make a case without it.”
“They may have to, old chum. It’s gone.”
“Well, three of the henchwomen seem to have gotten away, but I don’t see how they could have taken the film.”
“I agree that possibility seems remote,” Batman concurred.
“That would mean the only person who could possibly have the film is--”
“I’m sure we have nothing to fear,” Batman said.
“Have we been fair to Batgirl, Batman? She really saved our bacon this time.”
“I was thinking along those same lines, old chum.”
“Maybe we should make a point of being nice to her,” Robin suggested.
“Perhaps.”
“Uh, Batman? If Batgirl has the tape, you don’t think she’d watch it! Do you, Batman?”
High above them, Batgirl watched through the skylight as the Dynamic Duo continued their conversation. She smiled a private little smile as Robin’s question reached her ears. She had not finished considering the proposition.
She turned to go and her mind focused on a more immediate problem. Her costume was a mess!
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