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continued from part 1

*****
In the cave underneath Wayne Manor, Batman had Batgirl on a medical
table.  Her costume - what was left of it - was in shreds at the foot of
the table.  The only thing she was wearing was her mask and blue
panties.  He wanted to remove her mask, but he knew that it wouldn’t be
professional at this point.

The dark knight left Batgirl in the care of his assistant Alfred while
he turned to his computer.  As he put figures in the terminal, his other
hand reached for the phone.

"Robin," he said into the receiver.  "Listen carefully.  Batgirl was..
injured.. tonight.  She’s down here in the cave..  No, she’s still
alive, but in her… condition.. I thought it best to bring her here.  No,
I couldn’t take her with a hospital.  Not like this.  Listen, a
photographer caught Batgirl as she was stricken and took some..
compromising pictures of her."  The image of the photographer appeared
on the main screen.  "His name is Sam Sleezeback.  Goes by the name
‘Shutterbug’ for his obsession for taking pictures.  He usually works
for ‘Bad Girls’ magazine and has a loft at 1501 Cain Boulevard.  I need
you to get to him and get that film before he has it developed!  No,
Robin.  I need you out there.  Contact me when you have the film.  No,
don’t return to the cave until I tell you it’s all clear to."

Batman put down the phone.  Dick Grayson may be old enough to be
considered an adult, but he knew the young man wouldn’t be able to
handle Batgirl in her current condition.  Besides, if Sleezeback manages
to get those pictures developed and published, he will effectively
destroy Batgirl’s career forever.

*****

Sam Sleezeback held the roll of film in his hands.  THE roll.  The one
that will guarantee him big bucks.  How many people would pay through
the nose to see pictures of Batgirl topless?  How many publications
would kill to see Batgirl, the most prim of masked crimefighters, lying
on the ground masturbating?

Then he realized something..  BATMAN saw him!  

He’d never come across the dark knight before, but like everyone else
he’d heard the rumors.  He’d heard what happens to people who cross the
Batman.  Batman wasn’t someone to ignore, especially when it concerned
his friends.  Suddenly Sam began to consider himself a marked man.

"I’ve got to get this developed," he said to himself.

He knew one of those 1-hour shops was out of the question.  He’d tried
to get pictures developed there once and ended up in the police station
on trumped up charges of child porn.  And because of his affiliation
with all the skin magazines, he was barred from any contact with the
professional photo studios.  Still, he needed to get to a darkroom..
before Batman or one of his people got to him first!

He picked up the phone.  It was time to play hard ball!

A woman answered the other end.  "Yes?"

"Selena, darlin!  Sam Sleezeback here.."

"HSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!"

"Selena, kitten…" he said reassuringly, "play nice now..  I’m here to
help you!"

Selena was unconvinced.  "The last time you said that I ended up naked
in one of your skin magazines!"

Sam smiled.  That photo spread was worth a few thousand!  "Well kitten,
I happen to come across something that will make up for all of that..
with interest."

"What do you mean?"

He fingered the roll of film in the canister.  "Well darling, I have
pictures of a certain winged beauty that will make your memorable spread
look like finger paint!"

That got her attention.  "You’ve got… pictures of.. BATGIRL???"

Sam’s devilish smile got wider.  "That’s right.. in all her glory,
writhing on the ground in heat like the slut she is."

Then he heard Selena Kyle laugh.  "You have my condolences, Sam.  When
Batman catches up with you.."

"But he won’t, kitten.  Because you won’t let it happen!"

Selena laughed again.  "You must be kidding!  I don’t have a
death-wish!"

"No," he said, "but I have some more pictures of you.  The ones I DIDN’T
sell to Bad Girls Magazine.  The ones that will get your parole
revoked.. IF you know what I mean."

There was silence for a minute.  "What do you want?"

"Simple deal," he replied.  "You do whatever it takes to make sure I get
my pictures developed, you get your pictures and the negatives.  If I
can’t get my pictures developed, Bad Girl will get another feature
spread of Catwoman, and you’ll be back behind bars."

"RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR…" growled Selena.  "You have a deal."

*****

Bruce Wayne let his head slump on the computer console.  After a couple
of hours of searching, there was still no answer to Batgirl’s sudden
breast growth or her uncontrolled orgasms.

Alfred came up behind him.  "Excuse me, sir, but I have a bit of news
for you."

Bruce turned to face him.  "Yes Alfred?"

"It would appear that Batgirl’s.. um.. breasts… are getting smaller
again.  She has also not begun any more uncontrolled… uh.. bouts, sir."

"A good sign," Bruce said as he returned to the computer.  "Has she
woken up yet?"

"Not yet," Alfred replied, "but I think I shall go upstairs and prepare
something for her troubles in the meanwhile.  Perhaps some chicken
soup.  No doubt she should have a parched throat by now."

Bruce put his mask back on and returned to the infirmary.  Batgirl
looked so peaceful lying in the bed.  And indeed, her breasts WERE
starting to resume to normal.  They were already down to 38C, and from
the looks of things, it appeared she would return to her original
features in another hour or two.  

Then he noticed something around her neck.  In all their concern to
remove Batgirl’s torn outfit, he and Alfred didn’t notice the small
medallion on a small silver chain.  He carefully picked it up from her
warm flesh and examined it.  The medallion had an image of Buddha on it,
which was completely uncharacteristic of Batgirl.  She was no Buddhist. 
Then he noticed some slippery material on the chain that glistened
slightly on his glove.

Batgirl then stirred awake.  "Uhh… Bat.. Batman?"

"Yes," he said.  "How are you feeling?"

A hand went up to ensure that indeed she was covered up.  "I feel..
weird..  and sore.. and tired.."  She looked down at her chest and the
still-large curves.  "It wasn’t a dream, was it?"

Batman shook his head.  "No.  I’m afraid not."  He then motioned to the
medallion.  "I want you to tell me everything about this medallion you…"

Batgirl then winced and cupped her breasts.  "Oh god… not again..
UUNNGHHH!!!  It’s happening again!"

Batgirl’s breasts started to swell again, filling out beyond her
fingers, and beyond the cover of the sheet preserving her modesty.  And
the odor of sex once again filled the area as she moved her hands back
to her wet crotch.  She began to pant as she masturbated herself to yet
another climax.

Batman didn’t want to hurt her again, but he also didn’t want her to be
climaxing uncontrollably either.  He reached for some ether and a cotton
rag.  Putting the right amount on the rag, he then brought it to her
mouth and nose.  The smell put her right to sleep again.  Batgirl
continued to moan and thrash in her sleep and her breasts continued to
grow, even though now only slower than before.

He reached behind her and removed the medallion from around her neck,
hoping that it would help him find out what was happening to her.

*****

Robin reached the publishing office of Bad Girl Magazine through the
skylight.  The whole floor was a combination studio and office.  Sets
were stored in the back, not unlike a small movie studio.  Aside from
the pictures of naked women, nobody would even suspect the true nature
of the magazine.  Robin, of course, knew otherwise.

The whole floor was dark, so he knew Sam Sleezeback wasn’t there yet. 
The publisher’s office was at the end of the hall.  It too was empty.

Robin moved in the dead of night to the answering machine.  He pulled
out a small tape player and then popped out the cassette from the
answering machine.  

"BEEP!  Hey, Harry!  Sam Sleezeback here.  Listen, I’ve hit the
mother-fucking-load here!  I’ve got film so HOT it’s melting in my hands
as I speak!  Call me now!"

"BEEP!  Harry!  Answer the fucking phone!  It’s Sam Sleezeback.  I have
some film that will make Bad Girl sales go through the ROOF!  We’re
talking BIGGER than the Catwoman spread!  BIGGER than Poison Ivy’s
spread!  I mean it!  I have it!  Call me so we can both get rich!"

"BEEP!  HARRY!  Sam Sleezeback.  Listen, this stuff is hot!  I mean
radioactive hot!  I can’t keep waiting for you, I’ve got to get this
stuff developed!  Listen, I know a place where I can get this stuff
developed.  I’ll call you when I get there so we can talk about how much
money we’re going to make!"

Robin returned the cassette to the answering machine.  Sleezeback
couldn’t get hold of the publisher, which was a good sign.  He placed
one of the bat-bugs on the phone line and headed back out.  He knew it
would only be a matter of time before Sleezeback would call again from
where ever he was getting the film developed.  With his call-tracer he’d
know precisely where.

*****

Batgirl awoke for the second time in the cave.  She looked about for
Batman, but instead saw an older gentleman wearing a surgical mask in
front of her.

"Good morning, young lady," Alfred said.

She started to sit up.  "Who are you?" she asked.

"You may call me.. Al," he said, trying to stifle his British accent. 
"I’ve been asked to serve as the go-between for you and.. our mutual
friend.  He’s asked you not to refer to him by his name for the time
being, since doing so might aggravate your.. condition."

Barbara looked down at her chest.  Her breasts were still twice her
normal bra size, and she could detect a faint whiff of the wetness still
evident in her panties.  "Does.. he.. know what’s happening to me?"

"He.. has his suspicions.  But he’d like to know some more about your
condition, and the medallion you were wearing."

She put her hand on her chest where her medallion once was.  "My
medallion!  OHH!  Why didn’t I think about it?"

"I assume, miss, that it’s more than just an ordinary medallion?"

She turned down towards her cleavage, then back up at "Al."  "Unless you
call THIS ordinary."

She told Alfred everything about her visit to Madame Vie, and how she
got the medallion she wore upon her neck. Alfred thanked her for the
information, then gave her some chicken soup.

In the adjacent part of the cave, Batman stood by the computer.

"Did you get everything sir?" Alfred said as he approached.

"Yes Alfred," Bruce said as he put down the headset.  "The microphone
you had in your shirt pocket picked up everything. The question is, how
helpful will it be?"

The Wayne family servant removed his surgical mask from his face.  "I
assume the test results of the medallion were inconclusive?"

The Caped Crusader held up the plastic bag containing the piece of
jewelry.  "I’ve examined the substance that was coated on the chain.  It
appeared to be some kind of slow-acting genetic enhancer.  It’s the kind
WayneCorp’s genetics department has been working on as an alternative to
steroids."

"It would appear to narrow things down, sir."

"But it doesn’t," he replied.  "WayneCorp’s not the only one working on
this stuff.  Lexcorp and STAR Labs are also developing this formula, or
a derivation of it.  And it doesn’t answer what’s causing Batgirl’s
breasts to grow in my presence."

"Then might I suggest a trip to the Carnival?"

*****

It was nearly two in the morning.  The sounds of the door pounding would
wake up even the dead.

Carl Peterson, freelance photographer, opened up the front door to see
Sam Sleezeback worm his way inside.  

"HEY!" Carl said.  "What are you..?"

"Need your lab," Sam said as he took off his coat.  "Whatever pre-teen
bitch you’re fucking, better get her out now, because this is some prime
shit!"

Carl closed the door.  "Look, I don’t know why you’re here, but I won’t
have anything to do with you!  You’re poison and you know it!"

"I love you too asshole," he replied as he made his way to the dark
room.  "I’ve got a hot roll here and I’ve GOT to get it developed."

"Try Quick Photo," Carl suggested.  "If my editor found out I’m
associated with you.."

"Hey," Sam shot back pointing a finger at him, "if you don’t help me,
I’ll make sure your editor knows a whole lot MORE about you!  Like when
you used to pop the cherries of 14-year olds who wanted to be models! 
In fact, I’ll bet you’ve got one in the sack now.  Probably doesn’t even
know you’re screwing her in more ways than one!  Now get off the fucking
pulpit and give me a hand with this!"

Carl sighed and began to set up the dark room, making sure the door to
his bedroom was closed first.  No need for Sam to see what was sharing
his bed now.

Sam, meanwhile, reached for the phone and dialed the number for Bad
Girls Magazine. "Hey!  I’m here at a friend’s place getting the film
developed.  You can reach me at 555-9955.  Better answer real fucking
quick, or I’m taking this stuff to Saints and Sluts!  You want the big
bucks from this, you get off your ass and call me!  I can’t keep this
stuff for long, you know."

*****

Robin smiled as he heard the sound of Sleezeback hanging up the phone. 
The bug worked perfectly.  He flipped the receiver over and verified
that the call was from "555-9955."  He then plugged in the receiver to
the comlink with the Bat Cave to get the address of one Carl Peterson,
903 Wilson Court Street.

"Gotcha!" he said as he headed for the Bat-cycle.

*****

The carnival had been closed for two hours.  In the background, restless
animals sounded off their frustrations at being poked and prodded by
children while being soothed by their weary caretakers.  Mechanics
finished their maintenance checks of the rides before calling it a
night.

Batman moved through the shadows with ease, undetected by all except a
few animals.  Workers and guards would be only inches away from him, yet
never notice his presence.  He stealthily made his way to the tent of
Madame Vie.

The interior of the tent was dimly lit.  The smell of incense was still
in the air.  So was the faint and strange odor from the candles.  Batman
scraped a few shavings from the candle wax and put them into a specimen
container for future examination.

In the back of the room, he found a makeup table complete with more
small medallions like the one Batgirl was given.  And a jar that didn’t
look like cold cream.  He scraped a sample from the unmarked jar and put
that in a specimen container.

"So," came a voice from behind him, "you are here."

>From the mirror at the table, Batman could see a 50-ish woman in black
standing behind him.  She appeared not to carry any weapons or any other
objects in her hands.

"You knew I’d be coming?" he asked.

Madame Vie smiled.  "Of course!  A woman with a dark heart, yearning to
be with a man whose heart is even darker.. who else would that be?"

Batman turned around to face her.  "This woman wouldn’t happen to have
red hair, would she?"

Madame Vie smiled.  "You wouldn’t be here if it were anyone else, would
you?"

Batman approached her, trying to be as intimidating as possible.  "This
woman is in a lot of pain because of her visit to you.  You’re going to
tell me what you did to her to cause her pain!"

Madame Vie didn’t flinch, nor give any sign of being intimidated.  "I
have done nothing to her that her heart’s desire did not wish," she
replied.  "I have prayed to Jaka and Jaka has agreed to make her desires
come true."

"There’s no such being as Jaka!" Batman said as he grabbed her arms. 
"It’s a hoax!  The images on those medallions is of Buddha!  Now WHAT -
DID - YOU - DO - TO - HER?"

"I have done nothing," she said, "but to fulfill her heart’s desire. 
She sought answers.  I have given her the answers and the means to make
her desires come true."

"HOW?" he snarled.

"By enhancing her talents," she said with a smile.  Then her leg brushed
outside Batman’s.  "The talents all men and women have."

Batman felt the stirring in his loins as her leg brushed up against
his.  He felt the blood rush to his groin, and his cock start to harden.

"The candles!" he realized.  "Some kind of aphrodisiac!"

Madame Vie smiled.  "To men, it is.  But to women, it’s something more..
it enhances their desires.. magnifies them."

Batman broke his grip on the woman and backed away, carefully making
sure his cloak covered the raging hard-on he had.  "The antidote!" he
said through clenched teeth.

"There is no antidote," she said with a laugh.  "Except one..  Do I have
to explain that to you?"

Batman backed away.  "There’s an antidote somewhere," he said as
menacingly as possible under the circumstances.  "And when I find it,
I’ll be back for you!"

Madame Vie laughed as he merged with the shadows.

*****
continued in part 3

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