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 The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes
scenes of consenting adults engaged in sexual
activities. It includes characters that are copyrighted
by DC Comics. This story is intended for the 
non-commerical enjoyment of the author and her 
friends. No copyright infringement is intended and 
no profit will be made from the distribution of this story.

Hello once again.  As in the past, comments are both
appreciated  and encouraged.  Suggestions are also
welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it
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	Batgirl And Robin
              Part Three
              By Ann Douglas

	Batgirl decided to change the subject. 
Reaching behind her into a small pocket of her cape,
she removed the handcuffs she’d freed Robin from
earlier.  They were a real old pair, over sixty years
old.  She’d saved them to give to her father as a
present.  He had a large collection of police
memorabilia in his house.  There’d been a Gordon on
at least one police force somewhere for the last four
generations.  Barbara had broken the tradition, but
somehow she felt she was doing something better.  
	
	“Those cuffs gave me a lot of trouble.” 
Robin said, taking her cue to change the subject. “I
tried every thing I could remember Batman ever
teaching me but I couldn’t get them loose.  They’re
impossible to get out of.”
	
	“Click!”
	
	Batgirl grinned in embarrassment as she held
the opened cuff in her hand.  It had taken her less
than thirty seconds to open them.  The key was still
in her cape.
	“I don’t believe it!”  Robin said in a shocked
tone.  “How’d you do that?”
	Batgirl smiled a little brighter.  Her little ruse
had worked.  Robin’s mind was now totally on the
old handcuffs.
	“Don’t feel bad.”  she offered in way of
apology.  “There’s a trick to it.”
	“What kind of trick?”  
	“Well here, I’ll show you.”  she continued as
she again manipulated the old metal joints until they
again popped open.  “See, its not all that hard once
you know how to do it.”
	Robin looked closely at the restraints as
Batgirl went through it again, this time a little more
slowly.  As before, they opened easily.
	
	“Can I borrow those?”  Robin asked.
	“I was planning to give them to my fa...to a
friend of mine.  He collects things like this. In fact, he
was the one who showed me how to open old cuffs
like that.”
	Batgirl wondered if Robin had ever been to
Commissioner Gordon’s house and seen the old
collection in the study.  Many nights when she was a
child, her father had explained the pieces to her and
how they worked.  
	“I’ll give them back, I promise.”  Robin said. 
“I just want to use them to run a trap simulation
when Batman gets back.
	“A trap simulation?”  Batgirl inquired.
	“When ever one of us runs into a difficult
trap, we do a reenactment to see what weaknesses
we overlooked and find ways to avoid it in the
future.”
	“That’s an interesting idea.”  Batgirl noted. 
“Makes a lot of sense.  Tell me more about it.”
	“Well, if Batman were in town, we’d run it
tonight while it was fresh in my mind.  But as it is,
I’ll have to wait until Monday to do it.  
	“You couldn’t do it without him?”  she asked.
	“Well, I’m not supposed to do it without a
spotter.  Kind of like working out with weights.  You
should have someone there in case something goes
wrong.”
	“Hmm.”  Batgirl mused.  “Would I do as a
spotter?”
	“I don’t see why not?”  Robin replied.  “After
all, you certainly did better in the original than I did. 
But why would you want to go to all that trouble?”
	“Well, first of all, I think its kind of an
interesting idea.  Secondly, I had originally planned a
pretty late evening so I didn’t get up today until the
near side of noon.  So its either this, going out again
on patrol or seeing whats on the cable.”
	“Ok, if you really want to.” 
	“Then it’s settled.”  Batgirl smiled as she rose
and took the paper plates she’d been eating off of
and tossed them into the trash.  “How do we go
about this?”   	
	 	
	“Well, normally, if it were possible, we’d go
back to the original site.”  Robin explained as he
dumped his own trash.  
	“The only problem there is that it’s still a
crime scene and we might run into some of Gotham’s
Finest or worse the Press.”  Batgirl added.
	“Exactly.”  Robin agreed. “The second option
would be to recreate it in the Batcave.”
	“Then I guess the Batcave it is.”  concluded
Batgirl.
	
	Silence filled the air for a few seconds until
Robin said in a almost shock filled voice.  “Take you
to the Batcave?”
	The tone in his voice reminded Batgirl of that
of a maiden who’d just been asked to surrender her
virginity to a stranger.
	“Why, is that a problem?”  she asked.
	“No, I guess not.”  he replied somewhat
sheepishly. I’d have to ask you to put on a blindfold
while we drove there.  It’s one of the rules.”
	“I guess I’m not driving then.” Batgirl
quipped. “No problem, I’m not afraid of the dark.”
	“They should be done with the Batmobile by
now, we can swing by the Police garage and pick it
up.” said the Teen Wonder, a little more relaxed than
before.
	“Good, lets clean up the rest of this and be on
our way.”   

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 
	
	Propelled by the awesome power of the
Batmobile, they soon left the city behind.  Speeding
down dark country roads, Robin found himself
stealing looks at his companion every chance he
could.  At one point, they’d stopped at a railroad
crossing just outside of the city and Robin quickly
lost himself staring at her.
	Her eyes were hidden by the blindfold, but
Robin studied every exposed feature of her face.  The
curve of her face, the soft pinkness of her lips, the
blush of her cheeks.  Dropping his gaze downward,
he examined the outline of her pert breasts in great
detail.  Both Selina Kyle and Jessica Taylor had much
more impressive busts, but neither had ever occupied
as much of his thoughts over the last few years.  The
17 year old couldn’t begin to count the nights he’d
masturbated to her image.  
	His cock was so hard that it hurt, but he
couldn’t tear himself away from her.  Only an hour
before,  he had shared his most intimate secrets with
her.  He hadn’t ever told anyone what he’d told her,
not even Batman.  Had it been his imagination or had
she really been turned on by what he’d told her.  He
couldn’t be sure. 
	“Is something wrong?”  Batgirl asked as she
automatically turned to face the Teen Wonder. 
“We’ve been standing still a long time.”
	“No problem.”  came the reply as he quickly
shifted the car into gear.
	
	The sound of airbrakes and a sudden
deceleration told Batgirl they’d arrived.  She could
feel the car turning on what she guessed was some
sort of turntable.  Then the sound of the drivers side
door opening and padded footsteps rounding the
automobile.  Finally, the sound of her own door
opening.
	“You can take the blindfold off now.”  Robin
said as he opened her door.
	Batgirl blinked a few times after she removed
the blinder.  The chamber was dimly lit so it took
only a few seconds for her eyes to adjust.  Curious,
she turned a full three hundred and sixty degrees to
take it all in.  
	A feeling of disappointment filled Batgirl as
she took it all in.  The chamber was about the size of
a small auditorium, with a small row of  computers
against the wall.  To the left she could see an auto
maintenance area.  Not exactly what she expected.
	“Let me get the lights.”  Robin said, a broad
grin filling his face.
	As Robin threw a large wall mounted switch,
a loud clang filled the air.  Unseen banks of high
powered lights exploded to life, banishing the
encroaching shadows. 
	“Omigod!”  Batgirl gasped as the dark
shadow she thought a wall vanished in the light.
	The room she’d been in had only been an
antechamber. Beyond it was a vastness she couldn’t
have imagined.  The ceiling was almost beyond view,
hidden in the few shadows still remaining.  From
where she stood, Batgirl could see a scene that
looked like it had been lifted right out of a George
Lucas film.  The cave housed a complete laboratory,
including sections for chemical, forensics and
electrical analysis. A sophisticated array of computers
filled an entire section, all tied into giant fifty inch
screens.  Opposite them stood a vast communications
bank, monitoring the networks and a multitude of
radio frequencies.  In the distance, Batgirl could see a
trophy room, a fully equipped gym, and living
quarters.
	“Unbelievable.”  Batgirl said as she finally
took it all it.
	“Well we call it home.”  Robin replied as he
walked into the inner cave.
	Robin quickly moved to the communications
bank and pressed down on a small intercom. Batgirl
watched as a small red light came on in response to
his action.
	  “I’m down in the cave.”  he simply said.
“Batgirl is with me.”
	“Understood sir.”  said a crisp English voice.
	
	“Let me guess, that was the butler.”  Batgirl
joked.
	The sudden look of concern flashed across
Robin’s face.  She had meant it as a joke but had hit
too close to home.
	“I’ll be right with you, I just want to check a
few things.”  Robin said.
	While she waited, Batgirl watched the six row
bank of television monitors.  They were keyed into
the three major networks, CNN, Gotham One and a
local station.  On Gotham One, the city’s all news
station, Batgirl recognized the backdrop of the
Gotham Civic Center.  Curious, she turned up the
volume.  She recognized the woman with the
microphone as Carol Wilson, the station’s society
reporter.
	“.... the beautiful people have turned in force
for the Mayor’s benefit tonight.”  Wilson said.  “In
fact, I think I see one of Gotham’s best coming up
right now.”
	The camera zoomed over Carol Wilson’s
shoulder and focused on the couple headed for a
waiting limousine.  Batgirl’s eyes opened wide as she
recognized the handsome well dressed gentleman. 
Her eyes then tightened in anger when she saw the
woman on his arm.
	“Councilman Kendall, how nice to see you
again...”  Carol began.  
	Whatever inane comments the high priced
clothes horse made after that were lost as Batgirl
concentrated on the big breasted bimbo to Ed’s left.  
	“I know her.”  she thought. 
	Then it came to her.  That was Elizabeth
David, they’d both gone to Gotham State.  Of course
she hadn’t had those massive breasts that she so
prominently displayed back then.  Back then, her
main asset had earned her the sobriquet “Blow Job
Betty.”
	“......and that’s why it’s important for all of us
to lend the Mayor our support for projects like this.” 
Ed said as he answered a question. “Now if you’ll
excuse me, we have a late dinner reservation at the
Carlton Arms.”
	“And a special desert.”  Betty giggled like a
little girl.
	“Carlton Arms!”  Batgirl said in shock.  “He’s
taking that bimbo to the Carlton!”
	A rage flushed through her body at the
thought of Blow Job Betty sharing the bed she’d
reserved for Ed and her.  How could that bastard do 
something like that to her. 
	“Is something wrong?”  Robin said as he
reentered.
	  He scanned the overhead monitors, half
expecting to see some disaster in the making. Instead
he saw only some guy hanging on to one knockout
babe.
	“No, no problem.”  Batgirl said.  “I just made
a mistake about something, that’s all.”
	
	Shrugging his shoulders, Robin led his female
counterpart into one of the adjacent smaller caverns. 
Equipped as a combat training center, it was
relatively easy to set up the trap scenario.  As they
secured a crossbeam in place and attached the old
handcuffs to it, Robin couldn’t help but notice that
Batgirl seemed much more distant than when they’d
first arrived in the Batcave.
	“Are you feeling all right?”  he asked.
	“What?....”  she replied, quickly shaking off
her melancholy mood. “I’m fine, really.  I guess some
of the seafood didn’t agree with me, that’s all.”
	“We can forget about this, you know.”  said
the Teen Wonder.  “It’s really not all that important.”  
	“Don’t be silly.”  Batgirl laughed.  “We’re all
ready to go.  Now climb up there and remember what
I showed you.”
	
	After a few seconds hesitation, Robin lifted
his arms high over his head and allowed Batgirl to
secure the restraints around his wrists.  He pulled on
them a few times to test their strength, then nodded
that he was ready.  Before he had started, Robin had
secured a gag around his mouth for the sake of
realism.  Of course it was a lot cleaner than the
original. 
	 Batgirl shifted a few paces to the left and
slowly turned the crank that raised the crossbeam.
After a few turns, Robin was just about the same
height as in the warehouse. 
 
	“Ok, the clock starts........now!”  Batgirl
called out as she watched the giant sweep hand of the
wall clock pass twelve.
	
	Robin went to work instantly, a look of
determination and confidence on his face.  Agile
fingers played with the tumblers of the old bonds,
duplicating the sequence he had been shown earlier. 
He tried it once, then twice, but still the bonds failed
to spring open.
	His look of confidence changed to one of
confusion as a third attempt failed to free him.
Silently, he turned his head in Batgirl’s direction in
search of an explanation.
	
	“Oh, did I forget to mention that you can
change the tumble sequence on those old cuffs.” 
Batgirl replied to his silent question. “After all, what
you really want to learn is how to figure out the
sequence, not just mimic what someone else showed
you.”
	In frustration, Robin tired a variation of the
sequence, then pulled fruitlessly at the metal circles
around his wrists.  He was angry at his own
overconfidence.
	“I can let you down if you want?”  Batgirl
said.
	Robin shook his head no. One way or the
other, he would get out of this on his own.
	
	As the minutes ticked by, Batgirl had a
chance to really study her younger compatriot. 
Strange how she never really noticed before what a
fine tuned body he had.  Muscular, yet lean, the sort
of body a champion swimmer or a acrobat would
have.  In fact, based on some of the maneuvers she’d
seen him execute over the last few years, Batgirl
wouldn’t be surprise if Robin had some sort of
acrobatic background.
	Following the lines of his body, she watched
as every muscle seemed to tense as he tried to get
free.  Powerful legs stretched downward, trying to
give him just a little more leeway.
	It was then she noticed that indeed every
muscle had come into play. Pressed tight against the
confines of his green shorts, his cock had risen to a
full hardness.  Spurred to life by his exertions, his
member was no less impressive that when she’d it
only a few hours before.
	The memory of his young manhood, erect and
exposed brought a now familiar tingle within her. 
She knew that when she got home, there wasn’t
going to be enough batteries in Gotham to fulfill her
need.  Thinking back, she now recognized the
emotion that had filled her as she watched Ma Parker
swallow Robin’s prize.  It hadn’t been anger, or even
disgust - it had been envy!
	Glancing at the clock on the wall to check
Robin’s time, Batgirl noted that it was a quarter to
midnight.  The late supper at the Carlton would just
be drawing to a close.  Ed and Liz would be on their
way up to their room just about now.  No, not their
room...her room.  And her bed!
	Jerking her head away from the clock and
back to Robin, her eyes opened in disbelief.  The
Teen Wonder was still hanging from the beam, but
his familiar red and green costume was gone.  He
was naked, his maleness fully erect and beckoning to
her.
	The purple and gold clad woman blinked a
few times then looked again.  To her relief it had all
been an illusion.  Robin was fully clothed.  But was it
relief she actually felt, or disappointment.  She was
so confused, her hormones were overtaking her
judgment.
	
	Later on, Batgirl would be unable to recall
what actually was going through her mind when she
took that first set forward.  Like a sleepwalker, she
moved forward seemingly without conscious
thought.  Robin was too preoccupied with his
predicament to notice, that is until he felt the
waistband of his shorts being pulled away, then the
warm soft embrace of Batgirl’s gloved hand around
his young cock.  
	Robin’s eyes opened in mute astonishment as
he suddenly looked down and saw the Darknight
Damsel cup his balls and give them a playful squeeze.
The she ran her long fingers up and down the length
of his stiff cock, causing it to grow even harder. 
Even if he hadn’t been gagged, no words would’ve
issued from his lips.  He was in a state of shock.  His
first thought was that he was imagining it, that this
couldn’t really be happening.
	That idea faded as fast as it formed as Batgirl
suddenly dropped down to her knees and tongued the
tip of his cock, licking the small drop of pre-cum that
had formed there.  Then she ran her tongue down the
length of his shaft and swirled it around his balls. Up
one side and down the other, following the trace she
had left with her fingers a few moments before.
	Reaching the base, the dark garbed woman
sucked on his balls, taking first one then the other
into her mouth.  Then she let them both slide free and
moved back up his now wet shaft.
	In a sudden fluid motion, Batgirl engulfed the
full length of his shaft, sliding the young manmeat all
the way down her throat.  She let it slide out slowly,
then swallowed it once again.  A fire filled her as all
her pent up desires centered on the taste, the touch,
the scent of the young man before her.    
	No way he was imagining this, thought the
Teen Wonder as every touch of the redhead’s tongue
sent delightful sensations across his helpless body. 
He could feel the rising eruption building in his balls,
knowing that  it was going to be impossible for him
to hold out for long. Part of him wanted to delay the
inevitable, to make it last as long as possible. Another
part screamed to unleash all the power of his young
manhood in one explosive salvo.  
	Truth be known, Batgirl wasn’t as good a
cocksucker as Ma Parker had been, or even as good
as Selina or Jessica.  But for all of either woman’s
skill, neither had been the object of his boyhood lust. 
	Watching his cock slide in and out in those
final moments before he lost control, Robin could see
a look of total rapture fill Batgirl’s face.  A look
reflected on his own.  
	As soon as she felt the first drops of warm
cum splash against the back of her mouth, Batgirl
deep throated Robin’s cock and swallowed the
steady stream as fast as it came.  She’d almost
forgotten how much she loved the taste of a man in
her mouth, and this time it had a special flavor.  In a
strange sort of way, it was almost incestuous.
	She held the softening cock in her mouth for
a few long moments, savoring the tangy taste.  Then
as the sudden sexual fever faded, she led it slip from
her mouth as the realization of what she’d done hit
her.
	
	“Omigod!”  she thought as she stepped back
and rose to her feet.  “Oh God, what have I done?”
she repeated to herself in a silent horror.
	
	“Robin, I don’t know what I can say?”  she
stammered.  “I don’t know how I can explain.....”
	
	The look in Robin’s eyes caused her to pause. 
She had expected to see anger, hostility, a sense of
outrage.  Instead she saw a deep longing, a desire, a
hunger that needed to be filled.
	“You don’t want me to stop...do you?”  she
asked in a soft voice.	
	Carefully, she undid the cloth gag from
around his mouth. She let it fall to the floor as she
repeated the question.
	“No.”  was Robin’s quiet single word reply.
	
	A smile filled her face as she stepped even
closer to the bound boy and kissed him.  As their lips
met, she could feel a passion that was reflected in her
own soul.  Her eager tongue pressed against his as
they took turns sliding into each other’s mouth.  A
second kiss followed, then a third and fourth.  Batgirl
reached up and with one hand, freed his hands from
his bindings.  Once freed, they closed around the
woman before him, pulling her as close as he could.

	“Why don’t we get you a little more
comfortable.”  Batgirl whispered in his ear.
	
	A soft snapped filled the air as Robin’s bright
yellow cape drop from his shoulders onto the floor. 
Then, one by one, Batgirl undid the laces that held
his red vest together, until that too joined the cape on
the padded floor.  Lifting the green shirt he wore
underneath, Batgirl exposed a strong, lightly haired
chest.  Gloved hands stroked well developed
muscles, taking a moment to tweak the small nipples
in the center.
	“I’m glad you like that.”  she said.  “I’ve got
a lot more that I think you’re going to like.”
	Leaning forward, she stretched out her
tongue and caressed his nipples.  It didn’t take long
for them to become erect.  Kissing each one, she
drew them inside her mouth and sucked gently.  Too
often, young men freaked if they found themselves
enjoying activities that they associated as being things
that guys did to girls. They often associated such
enjoyment with some sort of latent homosexuality. 
Thankfully, Robin seemed to be beyond that.  
	It didn’t take long before Robin was wearing
only the black mask on his face and nothing else. 
Reluctantly, Batgirl stepped back from his embrace
and took a few more steps back. 
	“Mind if I get comfortable too”? she grinned.
	
	First went her purple and gold cape.  With a
wave of her arm, she tossed it atop Robin’s own. 
Next went her boots and gloves, followed by her
utility belt.  Then, with slow, deliberate movements,
she unzipped the back of her body suit. Carefully, she
pealed it off her body, aware of Robin’s eyes
following her every move.  Finally, she stood there in
only her bra, panties and cowl.
	Unclasping the back hook of her bra, Batgirl
wished for a second she had worn the lace green pair
she’d left back on her bed.  Then she reflected that
they’d never had lasted through the earlier fight. 
Freeing her breasts and letting the plain white bra join
the growing pile on the floor, she rubbed them a few
times, restoring her circulation. The sports bra was
normally a tight fit.  The matching panties quickly
joined it on the floor.  Then she hesitated.
	The beats of her heart quickened as she
reached up and undid the snaps of her cowl.  She
started to lift it, then paused once more.
	“This is my decision.”  she said as she looked
right at Robin.  “It’s not something that you have to
reciprocate.”
	Then, with a sudden, quick gesture, the cowl
and long haired red wig that defined her Batgirl
identity dropped to the ground. 
	“Well.....what do you think?”  Barbara
Gordon asked as she struck a pose.  “I know I’m no
Catwoman but......”
	“No.....”  Robin cut her off in mid-sentence. 
“You’re much more beautiful.”
	“I bet you say that to all the naked
crimefighters.”  Barbara laughed.
	
	Robin could only think of one way to prove
he meant it.  Without hesitation, he reached up and
pulled off his own mask.  The look of recognition on
Barbara’s face was instantaneous.
	
	“Dick Grayson,”  Barbara said to herself. 
“How could I not have recognized him before?”
	She’d been introduced to Grayson at a dozen
charity fund-raisers for the library, how could she not
have recognized him? It wasn’t like he wore a cowl
and wig like she did, that she could’ve understood. 
It was like someone putting on a pair of glasses and
all your friends thinking you were someone else.  
	Then it hit her that every time she’d been
introduced to Dick, he’d been with his guardian,
Bruce Wayne.  When you had such an impressive
hunk as the millionaire chairman of Wayne
Enterprises in front of you, it was hard to notice the
kid with him. 
	“Omigod!”  a mental voice screamed in
Barbara’s mind as a curtain rose and the obvious
suddenly became clear.  “Wayne is The Batman!”
	Bruce Wayne was The Batman.  It seemed so
unbelievable.  Who would ever have thought that a
playboy like that could be the dreaded specter of the
night.  Then again, who would’ve ever thought of
Barbara Gordon as Batgirl when  you stopped to
think about it.
	She flashed back to the night she’d become
Batgirl.  To that silly smile Wayne had flashed at her
when she’d told him her name was Batgirl.  Suddenly
his secret joke made sense.
	
	“Something funny?”  a confused Dick asked.
	
	“Sorry,”  a beaming Barbara said, a wide
smile on her face.  “I just got the punch line to an old
joke.  I’ll explain it to you later.”

	Barbara stepped forward and took Dick by
the hand.  They took a few steps together, then she
asked...
	“With all the caverns you have down here, is
there one that has a bed?”
	Of course there was.  In fact, it was a perfect
recreation of the master bedroom of Wayne Manor
above.  Complete with a oversized four posted bed. 
No R.J. Nickels here.  At that moment, Barbara
couldn’t care if it was a  storeroom with an army cot.











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