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Subject: Batgirl and Catwoman Part 1 [Introduction]



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Part 1:



     It was a fine, sunny Wednesday afternoon in Gotham 

City. The kind of day that made every Gothamite wish it 

were Sunday. A great day for madam Zamire's grand 

showing of her world famous Catalonian Cat's eye opal 

collection.



     "Now Madam Zamire, your cat's eye opals are valued 

at over 10 million dollars, aren't you afraid someone 

might steal them?" asked the reporter who was buzzing 

around the aged millionaires with a plethora of other 

reporters like excited bees over a jar of honey.

     "Oh no." arrogantly giggled the giddy madam. "Why 

my cat's eye opals are protected by the most stringent 

security measures available. Here let me show you." and 

with that the crowd of reporters and the portly 

millionaires headed for the precious gems room of the 

Gotham City natural history museum.

     As they reached the door to the room, madam Zamire 

stopped the crowd. "As you can see, the hall containing 

the opals is sealed with two inches of plate steel and 

the main door is made of five inch steel plate. Not 

even a tank could get through." she explained "There 

are also no other doors and no windows. There is 

absolutely no way to gain entry into the chamber except 

through this door." she boasted.

     As madam Zamire described the security measures 

outside the main door to the gem chamber, inside, smoke 

began to rise from the floor of the great hall. A 

circular pattern of wispy smoke began to rise from the 

tiled floor along with a hissing, crackling sound. 

After a few moments, the circular block fell through as 

the acid bored a hole through the floor.

     "Even if any criminal managed to enter the 

chamber, any change in air pressure would instantly 

release anesthetic gas that would render any criminal 

unconscious and helpless." the madam continued.

     The top of a ladder popped through the hole as 

waves of billowing gas poured from gas outlets in the 

wall. The head of a man, wearing a divers tank and 

oxygen breather poked up and scanned the room. He then 

climbed out of the hole and helped two other men up the 

ladder.

     "What if they could get past the gas." asked a 

reporter. "What then?"

     "Oh you silly man," the madam replied, "it would 

do them no good. The glass to the cases are made of a 

new, high tech plastic. They are virtually 

unbreakable."

     The three men proceeded to apply an unusual paste 

to the glass cases. They smeared the white paste about 

as though they were waxing a car. After a few moments, 

the polymer disolvant began to weaken the plastic and 

the men poked their hands through the soft material as 

easily as punching a hole through a plastic bag.

     "Even if they could open the cases which I 

seriously doubt, they could not remove the opals from 

their placements." the madam continued.

     "And why is that madam Zamire?" asked the 

reporter.

     "Oh we have a very special device that puts a 

special magnetic field around the opals, making it 

virtually impossible to remove them. No force in the 

universe could budge them... nothing except a major 

power outage and Gotham city's power supply is the most 

reliable in the world."

she gleamed.

     A few blocks away, a small explosion blew the top 

off a power pole. Sparks flew everywhere as the large 

metal power transformer was blown off its support and 

came crashing to the ground. Three men ran from the 

pole and piled into a small truck sitting on the other 

side of the street. The truck's tires squealed as the 

truck pulled away and headed down the hill toward a 

dark Gotham downtown.

     At that same moment, all the lights in the museum 

went out. The crowd began to scream and panic as 

confusion and fear enveloped them along with the 

darkness. After a few moments passed, a series of 

emergency red fire lights came on.

     "We have a spare generator." explained the madam. 

"Guard, open this door immediately!" she ordered. Two 

guards ran up and fiddled with a set of keys as they 

hurriedly opened the massive door. The door swung open 

and the crowd stood in absolute shock as they stared at 

all the empty cases.

     -     -     -

     "Tis a dark day in Gotham city commissioner." said 

chief O'hara as he stood shaking his head in despair 

watching the gray hared Gordon hang up the phone.

     "A dark day indeed chief O'Hara." replied the 

commissioner. "A fortune in cat's eye opals, purloined 

by none other than..."

     "Oh don't say it commissioner. Me ears cannot 

stand the strain." said the chief waving his hands.

     "I'm afraid so chief. Snatched by the criminal 

claws of that feline felon. That she-devil of crime... 

none other than Catwoman!"

     "Saints preserve us!" the chief exclaimed rolling 

his eyes upwards. "Is there any chance for us? Have the 

heavens opened up and swallowed all our hopes?" he 

asked looking in despair at the powers that be.

     Looking outward with a stare of determination and 

defiance the commissioner sat up from his chair. 

"There's just one man who can help us now. The one man 

who can rid this town of that feline scourge." With 

that, both men turned to stare at the red phone of hope 

that sat under the glass container across the room.

     -     -     -

     "If you will wait a moment sir, I will see if I 

can gain his attention." calmly said Alfred in a thick 

proper English accent as he answered the batphone.

     -     -     - 

     The batmobile shot out of the batcave and raced 

down the wrong side of the road toward Gotham city. It 

was as though the same footage was being played over 

and over again, each time they had to run into town. 

The big, black car pulled up in front of police 

headquarters and the caped crusaders rushed into the 

building.

     "Did anyone actually see Cat Woman or any of her 

kittens steal the opals?" asked Batman.

     "Well, no Batman but this is her style." the 

commissioner replied.

     "Yes her motis-operandi." smuggly blurted out the 

boy wonder.

     "Motis-Operandi?" asked the chief in utter 

bewilderment.

     "Yes, Motis, from the Latin meeting motive or mode 

and Operandi meaning operation. Her mode of operation." 

replied Robin as he drove the fact home by punching his 

fist into his hand.

     "Very good Latin old chum. But what we need now 

are clues and not a Latin lesson." said Batman as he 

and Robin headed for the door.

     "Are you heading for the Batcave" asked 

commissioner Gordon?

     "Yes, and then we'll check out the museum. There 

may be clues still left there." Batman replied.

     "But me men went over the place with a fine tooth 

comb. Not even a microbe could get by us." the chief 

said.

     "While I never doubt the competency of Gotham 

city's finest chief, Cat Woman is a foe far beyond the 

abilities of your fine force to catch." Batman said as 

he opened the door. The chief shook his head in 

agreement knowing the caped crusader was right.

     "Cat Woman!" a startled female voice exclaimed 

from the open doorway. The four men turned to see 

commissioner Gordon's lovely daughter Barbara standing 

in the entrance. She briskly walked by Batman and Robin 

and walked up to her father, giving him a peck on the 

cheek.

     "What's all this talk about Cat Woman?" Barbara 

asked innocently, batting her big brown eyes at the 

men.

     "Oh nothing to concern your pretty little head 

about Barbara. Batman and Robin were just leaving to 

check out the opal robbery at the museum." said 

commissioner Gordon patronizingly. 

     He always did that to her, always cut her out the 

picture like she was some innocent little school girl. 

At first she hated it and resisted it but she learned 

that should could use that innocence to her advantage. 

The whole act seemed to be a vicious circle. As she 

acted more angelic, her father would treat her more 

childishly. This would force her to act more innocently 

to get more information out of him. It seemed stupid 

but it worked. "If only you knew some of the stuff I 

did in my apartment daddy..." she though to herself in 

defiance.

     "Whelp, I was just on my way home from work and I 

thought I'd ask you to dinner." she asked, knowing he 

would say no. He always said no to any socializing when 

an arch criminal was in town. She actually wasn't 

headed over to go to dinner. Instead, she had heard 

about the robbery and was hoping to turn on the 

innocent act to milk some information from daddy.

     "Oh well, I've got some reading to do anyway." she 

said indifferently as she gave her father another peck 

on the cheek and strutted out the door past Batman and 

Robin.

     -     -     -

     The door to Barbara's apartment flew open as the 

young heroine rushed in and made a bee-line for the 

bedroom. "No time to chat now Charley." said Babs as 

she threw her purse and coat on the couch and walked 

past the bird cage containing her pet parrot. 

     The parrot never seemed to talk, being utterly 

confused by the spew of dialog that always came from 

its owner. For some reason Barbara would talk to the 

bird, needlessly revealing her plans to the pet parrot. 

Of course the ever changing dialog made it impossible 

for the bird to learn any word or phrase.

     The only thing it had managed to learn over the 

years was one phrase: "Oh MY GOD!" This phrase was the 

only one loud enough and repeated enough times to re-

enforce it in the bird's mind. This only happened 

however, when Barbara would get in one of her "special 

moods", then the bedroom door would shut and waves of 

moans and screams would ring out as Barbara would 

"entertain" herself.

     She had always been extremely introvert. As a 

child she was a loner and a book worm, always reading 

and never making friends. When she grew up and 

graduated from college, she found that her body had 

developed quite well and, dressed right, she was 

extremely attractive. 

     Her early life, however, had turned her off to 

dating men and she found that masturbation was a far 

better form of sexual stimulation along with her 

unusual fascination with bondage. For some reason, 

being bound and gagged and forced to climax against her 

will was an incredible aphrodisiac to her and sent 

incredible chills of sexual excitement through her 

body. Was it a rape fantasy? She didn't know or care. 

It was fun and exciting and allowed her to break the 

mold everyone else had placed upon her all her life. 

Daddy's sweat little girl was actually very naughty, 

and the secret made her burn with excitement.

     This was also partially why she was fascinated 

with her Batgirl persona. Being in such perilous 

situations, at the hands of such desperate criminals, 

made for an overwhelming array of titillating 

experiences. When she was younger, no one paid 

attention to her. She was a bug, an insect to be 

ignored. After spending time working out and 

aerobisizing constantly, however, she became an 

incredibly shapely young girl and exhibitionism was 

also quite exhilarating. "Ha ha, I'm pretty now and you 

can't have me!" she would think to herself.

     This was why she had modified her Batgirl outfit. 

The old one was functional but quite drab. She felt 

that, if she could distract a crook for a few moments 

with a few curves and some revealing skin, she could 

use the time to her advantage. This seemed to work 

quite well as most men would stop in gaping awe at the 

female before them, allowing her to easily get the 

upper hand.

     The full body suit was eliminated. Instead, the 

suit was split into two parts. The top part was a black 

spandex pull over that resembled an aerobics exercise 

outfit. It covered her arms completely and ran to the 

middle of her rib cage, leaving her stomach and belly 

button exposed. Her front was bare and a black support 

bra under the outfit, pushed her full breasts together 

into a nice, mountain of cleavage. The outfit continued 

up her neck and stopped below her chin, making her look 

like she was wearing a turtle neck sweater. A small 

yellow Bat symbol was stitched over her left breast in 

the material that ran up and around her shoulder.

     The bottom half was a pair of black, spandex 

shorts that came up to just below her belly button and 

rode around the curvature of her legs, where her upper 

thighs met her hips. This left her legs and thighs 

fully exposed.

     Her boots were replaced by a pair of high heel 

shoes that laced up her ankles to just below her knees. 

Her hands were covered by a pair of black, skin tight, 

leather gloves that ran up her arms to just below her 

shoulders. The only thing that was the same from the 

original outfit was her Batgirl utility belt, which 

hung low and heavy across her curvaceous stomach and 

around her shapely hips.

     She had decided to do away with the heavy Bat cowl 

she always wore. It was clumsy, hot and didn't allow 

for a full range of vision. Instead, a black mask, 

similar to Robin's only with larger, more feminine 

looking eye holes, took its place. The red wig was also 

eliminated and her own short, black hair was pinned 

like a crown on top of her head. She found that most 

crooks were way too busy looking at her body to notice 

her face, besides, no one could figure out who Robin 

was and he only wore that stupid mask.

     The final touch was a small, black silk cape that 

wrapped around her neck and flowed down to the small of 

her back, hanging just over her plump rear end. She 

grabbed the ends of the cape in each hand and twisted 

and posed in the full length mirror in her bedroom like 

some sophisticated fashion model. Then with a giddy, 

school girl laugh she strutted away and headed for the 

secret entrance to her Batgirl cycle.

     "I'll just beat Batman and Robin to the museum and 

find my own clues." she declared as the cycle rolled 

out of its secret door and down the alley.

     -     -     -

     The Batmobile sped out of town and toward the 

Batcave. "What do you think Catwoman is up to Batman." 

Robin said, slamming his fists together like he always 

did.

     "I don't know old chum," replied Batman, "the ways 

of a wicked woman such a Catwoman cannot be easily 

deduced. This is something you're going to learn as you 

grow from a boy to a man." he said fatherly.

     "Gosh Batman, this woman stuff really baffles me 

sometimes." Robin said shaking his head.

     "Don't worry, I'm sure the Bat female logic 

analyzer I built into the Bat computer last week will 

figure out her logic and her next move." he said 

proudly. "Or blow up trying..." he mumbled under his 

breathe.

     Suddenly, a large explosion rang out from under 

the speeding Batmobile, sending the caped crusaders 

swerving out of control. "Hang on Robin!" Batman 

ordered as the car careened off a cliff and plummeted 

into the trees below.

     -     -     -

     "The caped crusaders should have shown up by now." 

Batgirl said to herself as she sat scrunched down under 

one of the windows to the museum. "Well, they'll be 

along shortly. As long as they're here, I've got 

nothing to worry about." and with that, Batgirl slid 

open the window and stealthily climbed inside.

     She made her way down the dark museum corridor 

toward the opal room. As she neared the door, she could 

hear someone else moving about in the darkness. "Damn 

it!" exclaimed a woman's voice as the sounds of someone 

searching the room rang out from the door.

     "Catwoman, I've got you now." thought Batgirl as 

she pulled out her Batgirl flashlight. Cupping the 

front of the light in her hands to block off the light 

source, she put the flashlight close to her eyes and 

switched it on. She then left it on for a few moments 

to let her eyes dilated to the bright light.

     After switching it off, she got up and stealthily 

slipped into the pitch black room, feeling along the 

wall for the light switch. The flashlight had 

completely blinded her to the low light in the museum 

but, she was able to see fine, with no blinking, as she 

flipped the lights on in the room.

     Catwoman was not so prepared however as the lights 

flooded the room, temporarily blinding her and freezing 

her, like a jack lighted deer, in the middle of the 

room.

     Batgirl stood and stared in slight shock at the 

female villainess before her. Apparently Catwoman had 

gotten the same idea she had gotten about her costume 

but, being Catwoman, her costume was much more on the 

extreme side.

     Catwoman was a tall, slender dark hared beauty. 

She stood almost a head and a half taller than Batgirl 

and was almost equal in height to Batman, even without 

high heels. She had very wide shoulders which sat 

loosely on a large, full chest. Her chest was long and 

ran eloquently down to a narrow, shapely waist. Her 

shape then curved out around a full, wide set of hips 

and a large but appetizing rear end. Her legs were very 

shapely and full and were quite long. More than half 

her length were her legs. Her whole body was covered in 

a dark, brown tan with no apparent tan line.

     Unlike Batgirl's face which was perky and girlish 

in appearance, Catwoman's was full and very womanly. 

She had a strong, wide jaw and full facial feature that 

made it very hard to determine her age and which gave 

her a look of sophistication. Her eyebrows always had a 

slight tilt to them. No matter what expression she had, 

they made her eyes have a wicked, devious look that 

lead one to believe this woman always had something 

sexy on her mind.

     The most obvious feature and the one that Batgirl 

noticed the most, however, was Catwoman's breasts. They 

were huge. Before, she had never noticed them simply 

because most costumes could hide a lot of physical 

features. Now, however wearing this new outfit, they 

were out in the open and they were much bigger than she 

had thought. "How could this woman do all the athletic 

stuff she did with a chest like that?" Batgirl thought. 

The two breasts were full and circular and hung with 

amazing perkiness on her chest. They seemed to be 

fairly firm but with enough baby fat to allow them to 

jiggle slightly when the amazon moved. From behind, 

even squeezed together by her outfit, she could see the 

curvature of each breast peek out from around the 

villianess's chest.

     Her costume was very skimpy. She wore a one piece, 

white, spandex bathing suit. Two straps were tied 

around her neck and criss-crossed just below her collar 

bone. They ran from the criss-cross, down over her 

breasts, covering mostly her nipples and squeezing her 

breasts together, leaving most of her breasts bare. The 

straps continued down, along her side, and connected at 

the top of her hips to her v-cut, French bikini bottom. 

More straps continued up her back and crossed behind 

her, adding support to the outfit. This left her 

stomach and most of her front completely bare.

     The bottom ran from the top of her hips, down over 

her flat stomach, and between her legs, barely covering 

the essentials. Most of her long legs, up to the middle 

of her thighs, were covered with a pair of skin tight, 

white, latex boots whose heels were almost 5 inches in 

length. Her arms were covered up to her mid upper arms 

with white gloves made from the same material as her 

boots. Her face was covered by a thin mask similar to 

Batgirl's but with a pair of cat ears sticking out of 

her full brunette hair on either side of her head. 

     The stunned villainess stood, covering her eyes. 

She staggered backward and let out a cat's hiss as the 

light stung her eyes. Batgirl stepped away from the 

wall and planted her feet slightly apart, resting her 

hands on the sides of her hips in an arrogant pose of 

superiority.

     "So, I thought I'd catch you here Catwoman." 

confidently boasted Batgirl. Catwoman dropped her hands 

away from her face, her eyes still popping open and 

closed as she tried to shake the sparkles from them.

     "Oh its you, Bat bitch. Don't you have jay walkers 

to arrest or something?" said Catwoman in a low sultry 

voice as she waived her hand at the pesky heroine in an 

attempt shoe her away.

     "I think not Catwoman, now where are the opals?" 

demanded Batgirl.

     The spots and sparkles faded from Catwoman's eyes 

and she turned to face the spunky heroine. Planting her 

feet slightly apart and her hands on her hips she stood 

in front of Batgirl in almost the same pose, but being 

much taller, Catwoman loomed over the younger Batgirl. 

For a few seconds each girl sized each other up, 

looking first around, then up and down but never 

breaking their stances. They stood like two cats 

sniffing each other out. Catwoman then broke her stance 

and orbited Batgirl with a sultry walk, looking her up 

and down. Batgirl followed her around with her head, 

keeping an ever watchful eye on the crafty villainess.

     "Nice outfit sweet cheeks." said Catwoman calmly, 

"I see you figured out men think with their groins 

instead of their heads."

     "I'm sure you figured that out a long time ago." 

Batgirl replied like a taunting school girl. Catwoman 

finished her orbit and stood in front of Batgirl.

     "Where did you get the top? I like the material." 

Catwoman said as she calmly reached out to feel the 

fabric.

     "Oh that's one of Macy's aerobic outfits. I did my 

own sewing." Batgirl said with a proud, gleaming smile. 

"Where did you get those boots?"

     "Oh these are Gucci originals. I had to order them 

from Italy. You know it took 3 months for them to 

deliver 'em. Never buy foreign mail order, especially 

clothes." Catwoman said rolling her eyes upward in 

disgust.

     "I know what you mean," Batgirl replied, "it took 

me a month to get these shorts.... OH NEVER MIND THAT!" 

Batgirl blurted out, shaking her head and waving her 

hands at Catwoman. "Now what did you do with the 

opals!" Batgirl demanded again.

     "ME!?" Catwoman cried out in denial. "Listen 

honey, I've been trying to go straight ever since my 

last stint in jail. You don't know what its like in 

there. The food's awful and you can't imagine what it 

does to your hair. Besides, after my last run in with 

Batman, I thought long and hard about my life and I 

know he'll have nothing to do with a woman like me if I 

stay a criminal."

      "You mean you're not a villainess anymore?" asked 

the confused Batgirl. "I thought stealing a bunch of 

cat's eye opals would be your motis-operandi."

     "Motis-operandi?" Catwoman said quizzically.

     "Yes the Latin word Motis meaning motive or mode 

and Operandi meaning operation i.e. mode of operation." 

Batgirl said as she recited the definition.

     "Uh.. well no." Catwoman said shaking her head 

slightly and shooting Batgirl a look of bewilderment. 

"This poor girl has got to be one hell of an egghead 

under that mask. She almost as bad as that brat Robin 

with his holy this and holy that." she thought to 

herself.

     "I've been trying to use my cat burglar talents to 

catch some of my fellow crooks." Catwoman continued. "I 

figure if I make up for some of the rotten things I 

did, I might be able to convince Batman that I'm a good 

person." 

     "I swear I had nothing to do with this!" she 

explained as she waved her hand over the busted up 

display cases.

     "OK then, who did?" Batgirl said shifting her head 

to one side and staring at Catwoman with a look of 

disbelief.

     "We did!" rang out a voice from behind both of 

them. Both girls jumped in fright and turned. There, 

standing at the edge of the hole were the Penguin, 

Joker and Riddler and several of their henchmen.



What's this! Batgirl and Catwoman teaming up?!

Has the felonious feline reformed?!

Can they both handle the Joker, Riddler and Penguin?!



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