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Batgirl - Who Me? (cont) (Crossdressing Version)

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Story © Steve Zink

The following story contains characters owned by DC Comics/Warner Bros. It is written as a fanfic parody story not intended to make any use of actual story lines in published books. The story is purely for fun, with no profit to be made by the author.

Characters in this story are loosely based upon the Batman Adventures animated show, since in the comics, Batman, Robin, Batgirl and Nightwing do not appear or work together. Consider it a sort of Elseworlds-type story, not really set in any of the normal Bat realms. My imagination does not necessarily work within the usual DC Comics realm.


Barbara heard references to the robbery all day, first while eating breakfast, and later via radio and TV newscasts. Her reference desk at the library had a complete communications center, all at her own insistence after getting the job. Besides a number of computers, there were radios, TV's, faxes, photocopiers and scanners. She had programmed one of the VCR's to tape any broadcast with mention of the heist. When Barbara first caught a view of the pictures taken of Catgirl, she whistled, and thought to herself that Catgirl was a vicious looking character.

Babs committed the image to her photographic memory, but somehow failed to see the connection between what the vixen was wearing and some costume parts in her own inventory, or even the image she'd seen in her own mirror the night before. Perhaps if the camera angle had shown the parts of Catgirl below her knees, she'd have at least recognized the boots. Then again, they were readily available boots. Or were they?

Barbara's day went more or less slowly, other than the news about the new villainess. She went over to Police HQ on her lunch break, to see if her dad had anything more on Catgirl than what the news media had put out. She explained her interest to him as merely a natural curiosity about events transpiring. Over a quick bite in the HQ cafeteria, Jim told his daughter that the only thing they knew about it that the news people hadn't mentioned, was that Catgirl had escaped on a very quiet motorcycle.

Another tidbit added to Barbara's personal data field, but still she failed to make any connection with known quiet motorcycles. It would probably be asking too much for Babs to see the entire picture as a self portrait. After all, she knew who she was -- didn't she?

Back at the library, Babs waited anxiously for Tim to arrive. She figured on the time school got out, then added a bit for a trip to the Batcave. What she could not figure on was his getting downtown to the library. He couldn't exactly zip on in on the Redbird.

Tim got to the library via the Gotham City Metrobus system. It was close to 3:30 in the afternoon before he walked up to Barbara's desk. They weren't supposed to be known friends, so Tim asked Babs for some research help. Barbara then went to her supervisor and told her that she needed to leave a bit early to prepare for her dinner date later that evening. Since the workday was almost over anyway, and Barbara never fell behind on any assignments, she let Babs go.

Walking out Barbara's Toyota, she told Tim, "Boy, you're sure cutting it close on the time, Tim. I hope we can get finished in time for me to go to dinner!"

Tim smiled and told her, "Not to worry! I'm sure we can get me into costume by six. Hey, did you hear about Catgirl?"

"That's the only significant news coming out today," Babs answered. "The pictures I saw of her make her look deadly, and from the report of the guard who saw her in person, she seems to be pretty gutsy. I have to wonder what the connection is between her and Catwoman."

"I checked the Bat Computer while I was in the Cave, and it had no more than the news broadcasts. She looked pretty sexy to me, besides being mean and nasty," Tim told her. "She bore a striking resemblance to an earlier file photo of Catwoman, taken many years ago. Think maybe they're related?"

Barbara looked her in the eyes, and said, "I doubt Catwoman is old enough to have a daughter looking like Catgirl. I've been up close and personal with Catwoman on a number of occasions, and she does not strike me as being an older lady. No, I think there is some other, more dire background to Catgirl."

Tim had never been to Barbara's apartment before, even though he knew about it through computer records he'd checked. He had no idea how she could be Batgirl and operate out of the apartment as he saw it. Babs took him into the computer center in the second bedroom, and Tim's mouth fell agape, but before he had a chance to say anything or get his hands on any of the keyboards, Barbara yanked him by an arm and then led him into her bedroom. "Barbara, don't you think I'm a little young for this?" he joked, as she led her past her bed.

"Still a virgin, Tim?" she asked. "I thought that with the rampant morals in the high schools these days that you'd've been laid many times by now!"

Tim was pretty sure Barbara didn't know about Stephanie, his girlfriend that was soon to give birth, but since it wasn't known yet just who the baby's father was, he kept his mouth shut, and just grinned with a shit eating grin. "Why, you little..." Babs giggled, as she reached into the back of her closet.

Tim was a bit surprised when he saw Barbara disappear into the back of her closet, but recovered quickly and figured that he was supposed to follow her. Pushing some hangered blouses and jackets aside, he saw the hatchway and stepped through. Once again, Tim's mouth took the shape of an 'O' as he took in the sheer amount of costume supplies, weapons kits, and other feminine paraphernalia in the mini Batcave. "Welcome to my own little part of the Bat world, Tim!" she proclaimed.

"Wow, Barbara, you really are well equipped here," Tim said. "I don't even want to think of how you hid this in your dad's house before you moved."

Babs chuckled. "Believe me, Tim, you don't want to know. Now, let's get going, here. Go ahead and strip down to your birthday suit." Tim hesitated for just a second, then figured that with the intimacy they'd be sharing shortly, his nude body would be nothing to worry about.

Barbara was doing a quick visual assessment as more and more of Tim's physique became apparent, and was pleased to see that his leg hair was barely visible. Then she noticed that his arms were more or less hairless, also. It then dawned on Babs that the undercover work that Tim had done as a prostitute probably called for hair removal, and it just hadn't grown back yet. As puberty took hold, Tim would probably find himself as hairy as an ape.

Once Tim had pulled off his drawers and was standing there stark naked, Babs saw that the excitement of the situation must have overpowered Tim's libido. His equipment was hanging limp, showing no sign of the stiffness she feared she would have had to relieve. "Tim," said Barbara, "quickly, while you still can, spread your legs and fold your tool back between them."

Tim had done this before, and knew just what to do. "Don't forget, Barbara, this is what I had to do last year." He even knew to tuck his balls up into the cavity above them, making as small a bulge as possible. As stood there with his left hand behind himself, holding his equipment in place, Babs reached up and grabbed the new panties. Tim knew what was coming, and lifted his right foot so she could slip it through the opening.

He then lifted his left foot, and Babs started to pull the panties up. She wriggled them over his hand, then told him, "Okay, Tim, you can let go now. There is a special gaffe within these panties to keep your equipment in the 'up and locked' position."

Barbara worked at shifting the panties back and forth until they were settled into position, and whistled when she saw how realistic the new crotch looked, nestled amongst a full set of nicely rounded hips and perfectly shaped ass. The skin tone of the panties almost matched Tim's skin color, but that wouldn't matter for that evening's mission.

"Okay, Tim, now for the fun part. I presume you had to wear a corset when you were last dressed up?"

"Yeah, and at the time, I swore I'd never do that again. Guess I was wrong, eh, Babs?" he answered. "I'm glad I didn't eat any dinner yet!"

"When I get you laced up, you won't be able to fit any food down into your gut!" Barbara smiled.

She reached up to the rack and took down the corset she'd worn herself earlier in the year for some undercover work, then moved over behind Tim. "Stand a few feet from the wall, and lean forward, bracing yourself with your arms," she told him. Once he'd done so, Barbara drew the corset around his midsection, then started working the laces. Quite a few groans and grunts later, the two laces were joined at the middle of Tim's backside, holding his waist within a boned shell molding it to a measly 23 inches. Babs had tried to get it down to either her 22 inches or the 21 inches she'd had it at when she wore it, but Tim's ribcage just wouldn't let her get it anywhere under 23 inches. That would have to do.

Barbara handed Tim a flesh toned body briefer, and he pulled it on up over the panties and corset. He noticed that there weren't full cups on the briefer, and wondered what Babs was going to do for breasts. He didn't have long to wait. Barbara approached him with a box holding two huge silicone breast forms, and a can of what looked like glue.

"Don't worry, Tim," she said, trying to soothe him after the look she caught on his face. "This is an easily soluble paste, which will hold your breasts in place, with the support of the half cup brassiere in the briefer. When you see the front of these breasts, you'll know why I didn't want to hide them in a full cup."

When Barbara took out the first of the forms, and slathered it with paste, Tim saw the aureoles and nipples evident on them. "I see what you mean, Babs," he said, "those nipples look good enough to suck!"

"And hopefully hard enough to stand out in your costume!" she added.

With Tim now shaped like a woman, it was time to make him look like one, too. "Tim, did you do any of your own makeup while in disguise, or did Batman do it all for you?" Babs asked.

"I only did touchups on areas that got smudged," he answered. "All the basic work was done by Batman."

"Okay, then, have a seat, but face me, not the mirror. This would be a lot easier if I had one of those masks I used last year, but I think it wouldn't pass muster in a close up situation. I'll have to do you up the hard way."

Babs then started with a basic foundation, thankful that Tim's complexion was similar to her own. This was then powdered, and blush applied to his cheeks. Babs worked the blush carefully to blend the shapes of Tim's face into something resembling her own. A pair of hazel contact lenses were put over Tim's blue eyes, to match her own. When wearing her mask, Barbara almost always wore electric blue eyeshadow, so Tim's eyelids and the area below his eyebrows were worked over.

Tim's eyebrows themselves weren't bushy, so none had to be plucked, but Babs still went over them with a dark red pencil to bring them closer to her own shade. She did up his lashes with a black mascara, then used a black pencil to line the lids. Her traditional fire engine red lipstick was applied to his lips, lined with a maroon pencil, then sealed with a lipgloss. Tim's lips weren't quite as full as Barbara's, but that hopefully wouldn't be a problem.

When Tim's face was finished, and started to look a lot like the one doing the work, Barbara was satisfied. She looked at his rather short black hair, and debated about using a wig cap or not, but decided to err on the side of better judgment, and grabbed the nearest one on the rack; she then pulled it on over his head. She tucked the strands of black hair up under it, then pulled down her Batgirl wig. This wig was the same color as her own hair, but fell in waves to just below the shoulder blades. Knowing that Tim could handle the brushing, she gave him the brush while she went to get her batsuit.

When she pulled the hanger from the rack with the black spandex suit on it, Barbara saw the black leotard hanging next to it, with the Cat's Eye Jade glowing. For an instant, her eyes were locked to it, and she softly said, "Yesss..."

Tim thought he heard Babs say something to him, and said, "Babs? I'm sorry, did you say something?"

Tim broke the Jade's hold on her, and Barbara shook her head, blinking. "What did you say, Tim? I missed it."

Tim figured Babs must have been in another world, and couldn't know how correct he'd been, when he said, "Oh, nothing, Babs. I thought I heard you say something to me as you were pulling the suit off the rack."

Barbara looked at the hanger in her left hand with the batsuit on it, and the hanger in her right hand with the leotard on it, and wondered why she was holding both. She hung the leotard back up, and pulled the batsuit off its hanger.

Barbara pulled down the zipper on back, then handed it to Tim. He slid first his left leg, then his right, into the legs of the suit, then pulled it up, smoothing the material on his legs as he went. The material felt even more silky than the hose he'd worn the year before, and he said, "Babs, what is this material? It feels awesome!"

Babs put on a wide grin, and said, "Tim, that is a material that was developed as a teasing device by Catwoman. It clings to the skin like spandex, but massages and stimulates the skin to bring on a truly amazing feeling. You're gonna love it when it is covering your whole body, and not just your legs. Oh, wait. I forgot. Most of your upper body is covered with foundation garments, so the only stimulation you'll probably feel is in your legs and arms. That's probably all well and good, because I've grown used to it and can handle the stimulation, whereas you may find it more than you can handle!"

Barbara was starting to reach behind Tim to pull up the zipper, when he surprised her and did it all by himself. Tim's arms were more limber than she thought. Tim sort of wiggled as she felt the material working his skin, and said, "You mean you go into action with this suit giving you a massage every time?"

"Yeah, don't you just love it?"

While Tim was straightening out his hair over his back, Barbara was struck by the fact that she was watching Batgirl get dressed. The work they'd done had paid off. "Well, Batgirl," she said, "what would you like to put on next, your boots or your gloves?"

Tim picked up on the reference real quick, and said, "The boots, please. I want the dexterity of my fingers to work with before putting on the gloves. However, let me get one more item before them."

As Batgirl reached over to the pile of Tim's clothes, Babs told her, "From here on, try to start referring to yourself as a female, not a male. You'll find it making the disguise that much easier. Also, as you'll soon see, those gloves have all the dexterity of your own fingertips."

Barbara was in for a slight shock when Batgirl stood up. She'd popped the voice modifier into her throat while Babs was talking. "I don't think that will be a problem, Barbara," Batgirl said, in Barbara's voice!

"Would you hand me my boots, please," she asked. Babs was still a bit stunned, but handed the boots to Batgirl. She sat down on the seat and slipped first one, then the other foot into the yellow boots. The zips were pulled closed, and Batgirl felt her calves being molded to fit their more feminine shape. Barbara handed her the yellow gloves next, and these were pulled onto her arms, with a moment spent in straightening out the bat scalloping on the outer edges. Barbara was marveling at the way Batgirl was doing it just the way she normally did.

Babs picked up the yellow utility belt to pass it to Batgirl, and wondered why one of the compartments was open. She couldn't remember using it recently, and never left them open, regardless. "Whatever," she mumbled to herself, and closed the lid without checking for what should have been inside, then passed it to Batgirl. Batgirl strung it around her hips, well below her waist. She sincerely hoped she would not find a use for the utility belt that evening.

Babs took hold of the yellow cape, and passed it to Batgirl, who noticed that her fingers had no problem handling it, just as Babs had predicted. She clipped it to her shoulders, then swished her hair back out over it.

"Now for the crowning touch!" Barbara exclaimed. "Your cowl, Batgirl!" she said as she handed the black headpiece over. Batgirl threaded her hair through the slot in back, then pulled it up and over her head. The bottom was pulled down to her throat, where Velcro attachments hooked it to the back of the cowl. When the bottom was tucked into the top of the suit, Batgirl was in full costume.

"My dear, you look outstanding!" Barbara said. "I could retire to the easy life of a librarian and let you take over, as good as you look. But then, I suppose Batman might want to have Robin around every now and then, so I guess after tonight, I'll be back to doing my night job!"

"You may have to fight to get this costume back," Batgirl said, in a voice that echoed her own. "Just kidding! I'd hate to think of having to relearn how to fight in this body."

Barbara led Batgirl to the doorway leading to the outer walkway, then said, "Okay, here's the plan. My dad is treating me to dinner at Maxie's. You know it, don't you, the steakhouse on route 3?"

"Sure do, I've been there with my folks on a number of occasions," Tim replied. "Do you want me to make an appearance there, so that your dad can see you and I together in the same spot, or did you have something else in mind?"

"I doubt there could be any reason for you to show up at the restaurant, Batgirl. Just use the comm gear on your Batcycle to monitor for any activity, doing a casual patrol. If any activity does come up, don't try to get involved too much, since you aren't used to fighting in that form, but I'm sure that word will get to my dad that Batgirl was on the scene. Make sure they take pictures. If nothing does come up, I'm pretty sure we're due back at my apartment by 9. Try and drive by on your bike somewhere between Maxie's and here so that dad can see you."

"Sounds good, Barb," Batgirl replied. "Have fun tonight!"

"I'll try, but having my dad watching over me is going to be tough, as well as the excitement I'll feel as another me is roaming around, in my costume and on my cycle," Barbara said. "Hell, in my body! Here, let me show you how to get to the Batcycle."

Barbara opened the door, expecting to have to flip the walkway down. To her surprise, it was already down. She thought she'd retracted it last night, but maybe she forgot. Babs would have found another anomaly if she had gone to the shed holding the Batcycle, instead of Batgirl. Batgirl had no way of knowing that the Batcycle being stuffed behind a jet black Yamaha was out of the norm.

As Batgirl sped out of the hideaway, Barbara went back inside to change into some dinner clothes. She had about twenty minutes before her father was expected. They had timed it perfectly.

Jim Gordon pulled into the parking lot at precisely the time he'd predicted, and Babs wondered if he had some way of working around the timing of stoplights and the general flow of traffic. Of course, driving around Gotham City in both official and unofficial vehicles over the years had given him an uncanny ability to arrive anywhere he needed to be almost exactly when predicted. He parked the Montero in a designated guest spot, and was a bit surprised to find Barbara coming out the front door as he was about to open it. Barbara had learned to be on hand when her father had given an ETA.

Babs was maybe a bit overdressed for the occasion, her father thought. After all, this was only dinner at a family steakhouse, not a formal banquet. She was wearing a floor-length dress that almost qualified as a gown. It was powder blue in color, with white lace trim. A wide white belt was used, making it evident just how small a waist she had. Jim got the impression that Babs was standing just a bit taller than usual, but put it off to just the way she carried herself.

Every now and then, Jim caught sight of a flash of red beneath the long dress, and remembered Babs saying something about having gotten some new boots. It was so she could get away with wearing her new red boots that Barbara picked the long blue dress to wear. Most of her dress shoes pinched in one way or the other, but her new boots just seemed to fit incredibly well.

What Barbara had failed to notice in her reverie was that she was becoming more and more adept at walking and moving around in the extreme heels that had been a bit of a problem at first, the night before. She should have wondered how heels of that height could possibly be worn with ease.

Another reason for the bit of overdressing on Barbara's part was the fact that her boots made her feel so regal. A simple cotton dress for dinner? Perish the thought! Dress in class! Mr. Gordon even noticed a slightly different manner in which his daughter worked her plate at the table. No sloppy handling of silverware, it was all picked up and replaced with gentle care. Ham handling rolls or napkins? Not a chance! Her fingers daintily picked up the rolls, and the tiny bites she took showed some kind of restraint he'd never before seen. Napkins were picked up gently and dabbed to her lips.

Was this really his daughter eating dinner with him? Barbara may have blown her opportunity to show her father that she and Batgirl were different women. Right now, Batgirl was acting more like Barbara that Barbara was. Barbara was becoming further and further intoxicated with the enchantment of her boots.

After the meal, father and daughter chatted over coffee. Jim felt more at ease about the classy demeanor of Babs, and she spoke eloquently about the day's activities at the library and plans for the future. She very carefully worked around any reference to time spent at the apartment that afternoon. Babs sincerely hoped that Batgirl was going to make some kind of public showing to make her dad know that his suspicions were groundless.

The night at Maxie's finally came to an end, and Jim walked behind Babs in going out to the Montero. He had never noticed her carrying herself the way she was, almost regally, with an incredibly sexy sway of her hips. They got back to the apartment right at 9, but Babs never caught sight of Batgirl, so she was sure her father hadn't either. She hoped nothing really dangerous had developed for her while on patrol.

Instead of parking, Jim pulled up in front of Barbara's first floor hallway entrance. He watched as she lifted herself from the car, pranced in quick short steps to her doorway, then turned to wave good-bye to him, saying, "Good night, daddy. Thanks for the dinner. See you tomorrow!"

"You're welcome, Babs. Good night, and sleep tight." He waved, then drove off.

While Babs and her father were dining, Tim was navigating the Batcycle in a squares pattern through downtown Gotham. So far, the faux Batgirl had been lucky. No crimes had been reported calling for her help, and even Batman had checked in on the net to see if it was as calm as it seemed. Feeling confident, Batgirl told him over the radio that that she was out on patrol and hadn't seen a thing.

This call had been heard by other ears, and shortly after Batgirl had made her call, Nightwing waved at her from the side of the street to come over. Curious, Batgirl turned the Batcycle around and headed back to the spot where she'd seen Nightwing. After parking the Batcycle and setting it on the kickstand, Batgirl swung a sexy leg up and over the seat to dismount her bike. "Nightwing?" she called out, not seeing him in the shadows. Hearing no reply, Batgirl walked over to the side of the building where she was pretty sure she'd seen Grayson earlier. "Nightwing?" she called out again.

"Right here!" he exclaimed, as he grabbed her by her left arm and swung her into his arms. "Batgirl, I've been waiting a long time to see you in a situation where we weren't swinging and clawing our way through a wall of crooks, and since nothing at all seems to be going on this evening, do you think we could get more comfortable together?" Before she could even reply, she felt her lips being locked by those of her accoster, and his tongue shot through them to enter her mouth.

Tim remembered what Barbara had said about keeping in form, no matter what, and put his experience from a year earlier to good use. While Nightwing was flicking his tongue back and forth while frenching Batgirl, he felt her own tongue shoot forward to return fire. The delicious taste of her lips excited him all the more, and Dick reached down with his left hand to fondle her breasts. The silicone felt just like the flesh of a real breast, and Batgirl knew enough to squirm and moan while her tongue was battling to make it seem like she was feeling the fondling.

She felt her own equipment trying to harden down below, but the gaffe kept her looking feminine. The excitement did increase Tim's sensitivity in his crotch, and the squirming intensified it. What really got Batgirl's attention was when that left hand shot down and copped a feel of her pussy. Nightwing felt the contours he expected there, but was surprised when Batgirl drew back her tongue and body, then slapped him hard across the face.

Knowing enough not to use his real name in a possibly public scene, Batgirl yelled out, "Nightwing! How could you! Show some manners, you cad! You never even gave me an opportunity to answer whether or not I wanted to be here with you. I'm not sure if I would have before, but your actions tell me that I definitely don't want to now."

Dick backed off, and gathered his wits. "I'm sorry, Batgirl, I don't know what came over me," he said in apology. "I just wanted to talk, but seeing your enticing form come out of the glare and into the shadows made me break. You are just too damned good looking, woman. And yes, I did say 'woman', not 'girl'. You may call yourself BatGIRL, but you, my dear, are all woman!"

'Oh what you don't know,' Batgirl thought to herself. 'But wait, I AM a woman, as far as he is concerned. Maybe I can get him set up for Barbara, later on. Let's see...'

"Nightwing, you have shown no manners whatsoever. Any true woman would have screamed rape for what you did to me. But I do want to see you more, in the future. You excite me in ways no man ever has before," she told him, thinking just who true that statement really was. "I am more than a woman, I am a sex machine. Just look at this body! Do you think I dress this way to impress myself? So far, the only person who has shown me any interest was Catwoman, and I must say, she knows how to please a woman. Do you?"

Batgirl wondered if maybe that last statement might have been a bit overboard, and found out she was right.

"This isn't the place for me to show you just how I can please a woman," Grayson said, "but I've had my own trysts with Selina, so I know what she likes." Batgirl's eyes went wide at hearing this. "Let's see if you like one of her favorites!"

Before she could do anything, Batgirl found herself with her hands locked behind her back. Somehow, Nightwing had slapped a set of Batcuffs on her during the festivities. In no time, Nightwing's tights were at his ankles, and his penis was hard as a rock, sticking out like an engorged lance. Batgirl felt her shoulders being forced down, and she fell to her knees. She knew what was coming now. She'd avoided sucking a cock a year ago, but this time it looked like she was going to find out just what it was like. The problem was, she'd just finished telling her accoster that she was looking forward to it! How could she resist?

Reluctantly, Batgirl opened her mouth, but not enough for Nightwing to ram his prick in. She knew that if his cock got in far enough, its head would reach the voice modifier at the back of her throat. She extended her tongue, and started to lap his cock. The taste was appalling at first, but just as Tim had developed a liking for the taste of Stephanie's cunt, Batgirl quickly put off the flavor and started working her lips over the engorged head. Dick Grayson was circumcised at least, she noticed, glad that she wouldn't have to contend with a sleeve around his prick head. To her great surprise, this small effort on her part was enough to bring Dick to an orgasm. Cum started shooting into her mouth before she could stop it, and before she could even gag, she started swallowing. This surprised the male within the female shell.

For some reason, Tim found no problem in swallowing the cum that was spewing forth into Batgirl's mouth. The flavor wasn't that bad, it was warm, and the stuff was almost acting like a lubricant, easing its way down her throat. She hoped it didn't affect the voice modifier. She trusted that Batman would have foreseen the possibility of this occurring last year, and made it capable of taking the stress.

Nightwing saw Batgirl eagerly sucking his member dry, swallowing gobs of cum at a time. He'd always hoped the female member of the Bat team would be a good partner, and now he knew his answer. He couldn't wait to get her into a bed, to see how she could really perform.

Finishing off her debut performance, Batgirl used her tongue to lap the remaining fluids from around Grayson's rapidly shrinking prick. As Dick reached down to tuck it back into his drawers, she told him, "I wasn't really prepared to do that unwillingly, but now that its done, I can see where the adventure of doing it that way brings on an added thrill. Was it good for you?"

Pulling up his tights, Nightwing said, "I think its pretty obvious how good it was for me, Batgirl. Your lips had me coming long before I thought I would. I had hoped to deep throat you, but maybe next time. You know, you really should consider changing your name. BatGIRL just doesn't seem appropriate."

"I'll consider that, Nightwing. If you can graduate from Robin to Nightwing, I suppose maybe I could advance also. We'll see. Now, would you please take these Batcuffs off my wrists?"

"Ooops, sorry about that," he said. "Really, Batgirl, I'm sorry about the way this came down. I don't know what came over me, other than the intimate proximity of your beautiful body in a non-hostile environment. Will you forgive me, please?"

Shaking and twisting her wrists, Batgirl stood, then looking Dick directly in the eyes, said in almost a whisper to avoid overhearing, "For now, Dick, you're forgiven. But I can't guarantee the future. I have to think about this, and we'll have to see what transpires."

Gently clasping her left hand, Nightwing said in an equally soft whisper, "Thank you, Batgirl. I'll keep my fingers crossed."

"I'll see you later, in one way or another." With that, she turned and walked back to her Batcycle.

The scene that took place between Nightwing and Batgirl was not as private as they'd thought. A certain malevolent Wizard had seen and heard it all, and he put a satanic grin on his face. "Didn't know what had come over you, Mr. Grayson? I'm not surprised. You'd never have even kissed Batgirl without a little help from me. Now Batgirl will find out just how much fun she can really have. I may even be able to pervert her as well as I've perverted Ms. Gordon! Yes, indeed, I do believe that I will have corrupted two Batgirls before this night is over!" The sinister agent provocateur watched as Batgirl departed, sure that she was firmly in his hands. He wondered if there was anything he could do for Nightwing, but decided that two toys were enough to play with for the time being, and blinked out of sight.

The chronometer on the dash showed a digital time of 20:16, and Batgirl knew she should try and get to the restaurant and tail the Gordons for a 9 o'clock rendezvous. She kick started her bike, then proceeded down Park Street, the shortest distance to route 3. Before she got anywhere near route 3, though, she heard an alarm clanging loudly at a savings and loan she was passing. "Well, looks like Batgirl is going to get some action tonight, other that sex, after all."

Batgirl stopped her bike a block from the building, then got off and did a quick check around the outer perimeter of the property. She saw two figures darting about amongst the shadows inside the unlit offices, and no sign of any accomplices outside. Their apparent getaway vehicle was idling on the side street, so the first thing she did was to shut off the engine and then rig it so that it couldn't be easily restarted.

Figuring that the door closest to the car would be the one they'd jimmied open, Batgirl tested it and found that she'd guess correctly. Tim had watched Batgirl do so in the past, so she knew where in the utility belt to find her fold up batarangs. Flipping open the lid, she reached in and pulled out two. She also found the container with the ninja throwing stars, and wondered why so few were in there. She grabbed a few, and then stole into the building, careful to make no sounds in doing so.

Batgirl wished she had some of Robin's night vision goggles, not realizing that a pair were in one of her belt compartments. She waited until a head was silhouetted against the window behind, and tossed a batarang toward where his knees should be. Sure enough, the figure collapsed in a heap, but yelled out while doing so.

His partner was smart enough to not come running towards an unknown threat, and inched his way towards where the moans were coming from. Batgirl could make out a pistol in his right hand, and flicked a star at it. The points of the star embedded in the back of his hand, and at the same time that he screamed in agony, the sound of the gun bouncing off the floor was heard.

The Dominoed Daredoll whipped out two pairs of Batcuffs, and before either crook could recover, she had them trussed with their hands behind their backs. Within moments of their immobilization, Batgirl saw Police strobes flashing next to the ex-getaway car. They came into the building with guns at the ready, but she yelled out that the stitch was tight, and they eased up. One of the cops found the switch for the emergency lights, and suddenly every light in the complex came on, flooding the scene in brilliant light. Of the three good guys, only Batgirl had known enough to shut her eyes at the first hint of light, and she was the only person in the room not suffering from snow blindness for a few moments.

When the cops recovered their vision, they both took in the vision in black and yellow standing before them. Each had heard of Batgirl, but neither had seen her in person before. They got a quick report from her so that no need would be felt for her to come downtown, and the two crooks were piled into their squad car.

A tow truck showed up before the squad car left, and set up to take away the getaway car. The tow truck driver couldn't figure out why the car refused to start, until Batgirl walked over and pointed out what she'd done. The tow truck driver had a sheepish look on his face as he thought that a female had known more about the problem than he had.

Another Police car showed up at the same time, and they stood watch at the building to prevent any further criminal activity there. Batgirl was thanked by one and all, and then left to restart her trek. Newspaper reporters showed up just as she was approaching her bike, and got a few brief words and a number of pictures before she left. Batgirl was glad to help them, because she had now provided Barbara with a positive alibi. When she got to her bike, the clock told her it was already 21:13. It was pointless to try and go to the restaurant, so Batgirl started heading towards Barbara's apartment. She figured she'd get there around 10.

* * * * *

When Babs arrived at her apartment just after 9, she was hoping that she might find Batgirl waiting for her. Her apartment was dark, so she assumed the Dominoed Daredoll was still out on the road. She knew Batgirl could take care of herself if need be, so she pulled off her dress and hung it back up in her closet. To put away her boots, she needed to go into the hideaway, so in she went, still wearing them.

As she sat down to unzip them, Barbara looked toward the boot rack and saw their black mates. She looked up, and saw the black leotard, now at the near end of the costume rack with the Cat's Eye Jade beckoning. Catgirl woke up. Babs shook her head, then knew who she was. She grinned wickedly.

Doing her makeup first this time, Catgirl built upon the light makeup that Babs had applied for dinner, putting on a darker base foundation. Her new tanned complexion had deep red blush applied liberally to her cheeks and jawbone, and the scarlet lipstick was put on her lips. She outlined her lips with a maroon pencil, and sneered as she saw how full and puffy her lips now looked. She did up her eyes in black once again, and then stripped off her underwear.

Catgirl reached for the wig cap she'd used the night before, but did not see it in place. Spotting another one near another wig, she picked it up and stuffed her red hair up under it. Her black hair was then replaced, and Catgirl began to feel whole. As she started to pull on her tights and fishnets, she started to think that Babs sounded like such a wimpy name for a bitch like her.

She bounced names around as she pulled on her leotard, then zipped on her boots. "Hey, there we go," she said. "Kitty, yeah I like that. Not too wicked for everyday use, and perfectly descriptive for my lifestyle." Kitty had already pulled on her gloves, and was in the process of putting on her mask. This in place, she wrapped her whip around her torso, then gathered what weapons she could find for her kit, since the Bat utility belt didn't seem to be in place. It then dawned on Kitty that the Batgirl costume wasn't on the rack, either. Catgirl hoped she wasn't going to run into Batgirl during her felonious activities.

Quickly making her way to the black Yamaha, Catgirl wheeled it out, then cranked it and sped away towards the Gotham Zoo. She was more interested in creating mayhem than stealing anything tonight. Her first priority was the large cats, obviously, and as Catgirl lifted the gate, saying, "There you go, my pretties! Have fun," one of the night watchmen sounded the alarm, and a system-wide alert went out.

Batgirl heard the call for help, and did a quick analysis of where she was relative to Barbara's apartment, and to the zoo. It would take too long to get to Babs and have her go to the zoo with Robin, so she decided to make her second emergency run for the evening. As soon as the update came through that a black clad female was releasing the animals, Batgirl thought, 'Catgirl? I wonder,' and increased her speed just a bit. She wanted very much to see this new vixen.

Batgirl pulled up to the zoo entrance just as a Police car arrived, lights flashing but without a siren blaring. "Glad to see you here, Batgirl," the driver, an older looking cop, said as he stepped out of the car. "From what we've heard, we might need your help here."

"I heard the call and was nearby," she answered, "so I figured I may as well lend a hand. Do you guys have any idea how you want to go after her?"

"Let's get our radios set for a distinct freq, so we don't get any interfering calls from elsewhere, then split up to look for her. Let's all go to PC6. If help arrives while we're inside, they'll probably know to go to that channel."

Batgirl's earpiece was already in place within her cowl, and all she had to do was reach down to her utility belt and key in PC6. The officers had to unwind their earphones and hook them to their ears, the younger one taking a bit longer than his older partner, so as Batgirl started to look around for any roaming animals, she heard a, "Test, one, two."

"Batgirl here."

"Two here."

"Okay, let's go. Don't worry about loose animals. The zoo itself is sealed off, so they can't go out into the city, but do take care with any big or carnivorous beasts. We're primarily concerned with the woman who's supposedly setting them free. Fan out, and sing out if you spot the witch."

"Check."

"Check."

Utilizing walkways wherever possible to keep her heels from sinking into dirt, Batgirl fanned out from the large cat area, trying to think of what kind of priorities the alleged villainess might have. Hell, she didn't even know if it was Catgirl they were chasing down; all she'd heard was that a black clad female was releasing animals at the zoo.

Tim found to her delight that she seemed to have the same natural instincts that the real Batgirl had. Making note of the animals seen or called out by the others as running free already, she made a quick checklist in her head, and decided to check on the aviary. Her detective skills paid off, for as Batgirl approached the entrance to the large hall, she saw in person the sexy black bombshell she'd only seen in a picture earlier in the day. She was in the process of reaching into a weapons kit hanging from her belt, looking for something.

This moment of distraction was just the opportunity Batgirl was hoping for, and because of her proximity to her target, she didn't dare call out her sighting to the others. That would have to wait. Getting on her toes to keep her heels off the pavement, which wasn't easy, Batgirl edged her way to a spot directly behind the still unwary Catgirl. Getting a Batarang out and ready, Tim raised her hand and said, "Freeze, Catgirl. I've got you in close, and two cops are on the way. You can't get away!"

Catgirl froze, not from hearing the lame warning, but from hearing her own voice talking to her. Fearing that Batgirl might recognize her voice as well, she worked at putting a low guttural edge to her voice as she turned to face Batgirl, and said in a voice that surprised even herself for its feline sexiness, "I don't see your cop friends, Batgirl! Looks like I only have to get away from you. How hard can that be?" In a flash, her motion so quick as to stun Batgirl, Catgirl had the whip snarling through the air at the upraised Batarang. It flew from her hand, not toward the black vixen, but back and away, to clatter uselessly to the ground.

Catgirl retracted her whip, expecting to have Batgirl at her throat. Instead, the heroine seemed to be frozen in place, with her eyes glued to Catgirl's waistline. "Batgirl, I know I've got a good figure, but..." She never finished. Batgirl had not flinched a muscle.

As she reached to her weapons kit to grab a knockout pellet, Catgirl noticed the eerie glow of the medallion above her navel. "Ah, so you like my Jade, do you, Batgirl? Sorry, it's mine. Get your own. I can't stay to chat, so say goodnight, Batgirl!" She knew the pellet would only take Batgirl out for fifteen minutes at the most, but that was more than what she would require. "Pleasant dreams!" she cursed, as the pellet burst at Batgirl's feet. She crumpled in a heap. The call to her comrades in arms never got made.

Catgirl had no intention of running into any cops, either real or made up by Batgirl to fool her, and very carefully worked her way back to her bike. She thanked the stars that she'd chosen black for a costume color, and not some bright color that would stand out at night. Cursing to herself that none of the animals had made it past the outer walls of the zoo, Kitty climbed aboard her bike and took off, not toward her lair, but in a direction directly opposite that of the line from the GCPD to the zoo. Her primary concern was to avoid the law, and she didn't want to have any flashing lights around her.

Back at the zoo, number two found the crumpled black and yellow form heaped upon the ground in front of the aviary. He could only assume that Batgirl had met up with their quarry, and been taken down before calling for help. Calling out for number one's aid as he stooped, he put the back of his hand to Batgirl's neck, and felt her pulse. At least she was still alive. Not knowing how or why the avengerette was unconscious, he decided to forgo rousing her until his teammate arrived. But as pangs of guilt raced through him, he stooped and copped a feel of her magnificent breasts!

Number one came running up in moments, and the first thing he asked was, "Have you seen the perp anywhere?"

"I'm assuming Batgirl met up with her, and fell at her feet. It's a safe bet that the perp took a powder as soon as she took out Batgirl, and I never saw her anywhere while I was making my way here. I found Batgirl by accident as I approached the aviary."

"Is she okay?

"She's breathing," number two said, and at that, both looked down to see the voluptuous chest rising and falling. "Yes, I can see that, now. Any idea what took her out?" one asked.

"I did find the remains of a tiny pellet near her body," two answered, "which probably held some kind of knockout gas. Here, take a look." He passed the burst pellet to his partner.

"I've seen these pellets before," one said. "These are the kind that Batman and company use in fighting crooks. I wonder how our perp got her hands on any?"

"You don't suppose that Batgirl may have tried to use it during the scuffle, and had it turned against her, do you?"

One shook his head. "I doubt it. She's too skillful to let that happen. We'll just have to wait for her to come around, which shouldn't be long if this was a Bat pellet, and you found her three minutes ago."

As they spoke, the woman at their feet started to stir. One crouched and put his hand behind her back to support her. "How are you feeling, Batgirl? Can you hear me yet?" he asked.

She just groaned, her eyes still closed. "What was that you called me? I'm not Batgirl, I am..." she started to say in a harsh, almost wicked voice, but faded out.

As her eyes fluttered open, Batgirl saw the shape she was in and the costume she was wearing, and was puzzled for just a moment. Then the clouds of identity confusion lifted; Tim remembered the events of the evening, and fell back into form. "Oooh, does anybody have any aspirin? That stuff leaves a nasty reminder!" she said, trying to put a bit of glee in her voice.

"Sorry, Batgirl. We stopped carrying any nonprescription painkillers a long time ago. Can you tell us what happened here? Here's what knocked you out," one said as he handed her the remains of the Bat gas pellet.

Batgirl sat up, drew her knees to her chest, and crossed her arms around them. "I came upon Catgirl, and yes, that is who it was, for your report, but I was too close to risk making a call to you. I feared she would hear my voice. I took a chance at trying to apprehend her on my own, but she was too quick for me. You wouldn't believe the lightning fast reflexes that woman has! And you should have heard her voice! Pure evil! I thought Catwoman was a nasty kitty, but Catgirl has me worried. This new cat is going to be a problem to catch. And I can't for the life of me remember how she knocked me out. I remember her jarring a batarang from my hand with her whip, but I'm a blank after that."

"Do you want us to take you to the hospital, or anywhere else?" two asked.

Shaking her head, Batgirl laughed and said, "No, I don't think so, but thanks for the offer. I'm going to sit here for just a few moments while my head clears, then I'm going home for the night. I've had more than enough for one evening, thank you."

"Okay," one told her, "but keep your eyes open for wandering animals. They're already starting a roundup, but some of them are still roaming free. I just got word that a number of other units are at the front gate now, fresh from HQ downtown. They'll keep a watch for Catgirl and any loose animals, and I'll tell them to watch for you and give you any assistance if needed as you go out the gate. Sorry it turned out the way it did, Batgirl."

"Sorry I let you down, guys. I'll be okay. I've been through worse. I'll just need to stretch and work this stuff out of my system, and I'll be back to normal," she told them. 'Well, back to status quo, anyway,' Tim thought to himself, 'hardly back to normal.'

The two policemen got a bit of a show as Batgirl stood up, stretched her arms up over her head, and then out behind herself, making her chest balloon outward. The erect nipples stood out plainly. As her hips waggled back and forth, two hard ons were generated that became obvious. Both cops had been to exotic dance shows, not that they'd ever admit it to their supervisors, and they started to wonder if Batgirl had another night job that she did.

Before any other carnal activity could take place, Batgirl shook off the last of her stupor and started walking back up the paths to the main gate, heels now clicking proudly. The current occupant of the Batgirl costume was starting to enjoy what she was doing. She wondered... "I don't think this is the last time I will wear this costume," and she was referring to more than the clothes.

Catgirl made a long, slow, careful approach to her lair. She knew that police had been alerted to her actions this time, and did not want to lead them to her abode. Seeing that the approach was clear, she brought the bike back inside, and stowed it in the shed. She noted that the Batcycle was still out. This got her thinking again. How was it that Batgirl had the same voice she did?

Catgirl made quick time of getting back into her lair, and knew for some reason that she had to get disrobed before Batgirl showed up. Kitty's thoughts were getting scrambled, and she couldn't quite make the connections she needed to make. Her boots went back onto the rack next to their red twins, and the mask and gloves were put on the top shelf. Her leotard was hung closer to where she was standing, in between a number of other costumes instead of on the end as she'd left it the night before. She hung her wig on the wig stand, and wiped away some of her makeup.

After putting on Barbara's underwear once again, Kitty then went out into the bedroom to wash her face.

Sitting on the end of her bed was a young man with short brown hair, wearing a dark blue t-shirt and some jeans. For some reason, she felt no alarm upon seeing him. Why did he look familiar? Oh yeah, the clerk that sold her the boots.

"Hello, Barbara, or should I say, Kitty? I understand you've been through some changes in the past 24 hours. Do you like your new lifestyle? I hope so, I designed it especially for you. You've even given me a double bonus, by bringing your friend Tim into the picture. I had no idea that Catgirl would actually meet up with Batgirl. My new powers are strong, but I hadn't foreseen the switcheroo you two pulled this evening. I'm sure that Batgirl is enjoying herself, because I've already started to work on her, too. The Cat's Eye Jade that I provided you with has already made inroads into her mind. It's a shame you had to leave her so soon at the zoo. I almost had our male friend completely his new female form. Now, go wash up. I think Batgirl is going to be back soon. Ciao!"

The young man disappeared, just as if he'd never been there, and Kitty shook her head. What was she doing? Oh, right, washing her face. It was Kitty who splashed water over her still heavily made up face, while hearing Batgirl come into the back room, but as the soap and water drained away, so did Kitty, and Barbara blinked her eyes as she looked at her visage. The last thing she remembered was getting undressed after dinner with her father. She couldn't remember coming back out to the bathroom.

Batgirl stepped into the doorway, and said, "Hi, Barbara! Sorry I couldn't meet up with you or your dad to let him see me with you at the same time. I had a little run in with Nightwing that I'll tell you about later, and then got hung up stopping a robbery at a savings and loan. The police report should show that I was there with them while you were both still eating, and the newspapers should have some pictures. That should satisfy your dad. Then, to top off the night, I just had a bad run-in with Catgirl!"

"You actually met her in person?" Babs blurted. "What was she like?"

"You wouldn't believe how sexy and disgustingly evil she seemed, Barbara," Tim answered. "She is damned quick, and even has an arsenal of weapons similar to our own Bat weapons. She knocked me out with a Bat gas pellet."

"And here I thought you'd have an easy evening of just appearing as Batgirl for appearances sake. Sorry, Tim. Let's get you back out of costume, so you can get back to your house. I'll drop you off at a bus stop so you can make it look good."

"Okay, Babs, but it's still going to be fun explaining to my dad why I'm coming in after 11!"

Barbara lowered the towel from her face, and said, "After 11? Is it really that late?" She looked across her bed to the red numbers on her clock. 10:38. Where had all the time gone?

The first thing Batgirl did after they went back out into the mini Batcave was to remove the voice modifier from her throat. "This little baby worked beautifully, all night long. Not a soul thought the voice they were hearing wasn't that of Batgirl, and in one case, Barbara Gordon. Babs, you're going to have Dick Grayson coming on to you soon. We don't have time now, but I've got one hell of a story to tell you." It was Tim's voice telling her this. It almost seemed strange hearing that male voice coming from the form at hand.

Tim took no time at all in taking off the Batgirl costume piece by piece, doing so almost as fast as some of Barbara's quick changes. He needed a bit of help from Babs in removing the foundation garments, especially the corset, whose laces he could not reach. "How did this corset work for you, Tim, any problems?"

"I felt a bit stiff at first," he told her, "but in no time I was working around and with it, almost as if it was another piece of body armor being worn. Every now and then, I found myself caressing my tiny waist and broad hips, and almost started wishing they could stay that way. If these breast forms had had any feeling, I probably would have been squeezing them all night, too. This is one hell of an attractive body you've got, Babs."

As the panties were pulled down between his legs, Tim's tool finally sprang free. Barbara looked at with a hint of carnality in her eye, but time was of the essence. Tim grabbed all of his clothes, and led Barbara back out into her the closet and her bedroom. He laid the clothes on the bed while she secured the door, then went to use the same sink to wash away Batgirl's face that Babs had used to wash away Catgirl's face.

Babs threw on a sweatshirt and jeans, then tied on her sneakers. Tim was even faster, and had his t-shirt, jeans and sneakers on before she stood up. He was glad to be a boy again, but still felt a pang of lust for the body he'd worn all evening. Maybe another day...it was mid-October, and Halloween was coming up...

It didn't take long for Barbara to drive Tim to the bus stop, since there wasn't very much traffic at that time of night, and Tim had only a short walk from there to his house. He already had a foolproof alibi lined up for his father as he walked thru the front door at 11:15. It was Friday night, after all, there wasn't any need to get up early for school the next day.

James Gordon had been alerted at his house when word came out about the affair at the zoo. When he heard about Batgirl being on hand there to fall at Catgirl's feet, he figured the time was just right. He'd caught his daughter again. When he picked up the Saturday morning paper, though, he read about the savings and loan heist that Batgirl had foiled, and saw her pictures. It was Batgirl all right, no mistake there! He was stunned to read that it had happened while he and Babs had been eating. So much for that theory, he thought. Barbara Gordon couldn't possibly be Batgirl. Now this new Catgirl, he pondered...who the devil was she...


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