Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues from that of 'Batgirl Risks All' and re-introduces the character of Jennifer Goodbody A.K.A. Sparrow.
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Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.
Adventures Of Batgirl: The Price Of Silence
Chapter 10: The Joker Intervenes
As soon as she was back in her apartment, Barbara set about removing all evidence of her alter-ego's presence. She removed the secret switch and flex from under the dressing table, which opened up the secret entrance, after first removing all her sexual and bondage aids to the hidden passage beyond. The switch and flex had been held in position by Velcro pads, so there were no telltale screw holes remaining, after their removal. Evidence of the secret entrance should now be undetectable, to all but the most microscopically thorough examination of the apartment. Unfortunately, it also meant she would only be able to access the Bat-garage from outside the building, for the time being. She intended to fit one of those near undetectable infra-red electronic switches, at the earliest opportunity. She deliberately left the revealing Batgirl outfit that Smallpiece had provided, in the bottom drawer of her dresser. After all, no self-respecting genuine superheroine would wear such a sluttish, revealing costume. Barbara felt herself blushing at the thought.
Suddenly, the telephone began to ring, causing Barbara to give a guilty start. "Goodness, my nerves are all on edge," she muttered, walking over and picking up the receiver. "Hello, Barbara Gordon speaking," she announced, in a tired voice.
"Barbara, dear, are you all right?" enquired the familiar voice on the other end of the line. "I've only just heard! It's... It's almost unbelievable, and in a public place like the Gotham City Central Library!"
Barbara smiled to herself, noting the anxiety in her father's voice.
"It's all right daddy, I'm fine, honestly! One of my work colleagues stumbled upon us, before the swine could have his evil way with me, and between us, we managed to turn the tables on the pervert! Unfortunately, he managed to get away, in the confusion that followed."
"Any clues as to his identity dear?"
"No daddy, he was a total stranger! I'd never laid eyes on him, before today! He must have just wandered in off the streets, looking for his opportunity?" She didn't like to lie to her father, but she couldn't tell him the truth.
"You poor thing! It must have been absolutely terrifying?"
"It's not something I'd ever want to go through again, daddy, but I'm fine, honestly, apart from a couple of minor bruises!"
"Do... Do you want to talk about it, dear? Get it off your chest, so to speak?"
"Not really, daddy! It's still all too fresh in my mind. I promise to make a full statement to the police, in a day or two, when I'm feeling a little more like my normal self!"
"You do that, dear! We don't want that sort of scum wandering the streets of Gotham any longer than necessary. He will only try to do the same thing again, with some other unsuspecting young woman!"
"I promise, daddy!"
"Do you want me to come over tonight, dear? I can cancel the speech that I was due to give to the Gotham branch of the 'Society for Fallen Women'!"
Barbara tried not to giggle. She was tempted to ask him if they could send someone around to her place, to see what they could do for her. "It... It's okay, daddy, I prefer to be on my own," she replied. "I shall be fine, honestly! I think I'll retire early, with a glass of warm milk."
"Very well, princess, if you're sure? You look after yourself! I'll call again tomorrow!"
"'Night daddy!"
"Goodnight, Barbara, dear!"
Barbara waited for the click of the receiver being replaced, then hung up. She could expect other calls of a similar nature, from worried friends and neighbors, over the next few days.
-oOo-
Jack Napier, A.K.A. The Joker, sat back in his chair, with his feet resting on the battered old desk in front of him, shuffling a pack of playing cards, with the usual insane grin etched on his sickly pale features. His current hideout was in the basement of a sleazy downtown Gotham nightclub, 'The 69 Club', that mainly catered for lesbians and other female citizens with a similar sexual leaning. It was the near perfect cover for his base of operations.
There was a knock at the door, and one of his aids, a six-feet six-inch tall giant of a man, who went by the name of Jake, entered. "Sorry to interrupt you, Joker, but there's a little runt upstairs, who says he's got some important information for you! Claims it's worth a whole lot of your dough!"
The Joker sighed. "Probably some guy trying to rip me off?" he growled. "Still, I'm curious about how he managed to track me down? Escort him down here, will you Jake?"
Jake grinned. "Sure thing, boss!" The giant turned, and lumbered from the room.
-oOo-
Meanwhile, Brad Fleming was sitting at his office desk, staring at the recording of the events that had taken place earlier, in the library storeroom, on his PC monitor. There had been something that didn't seem to ring true, about Barbara Gordon's story of her attempted rape?
He lent forward, as he saw the door open, and Barbara Gordon enter the room, dragging the puny-looking rapist in behind her, by his one hand. She certainly wasn't acting like a reluctant victim, more like a willing participant. Brad watched the Assistant librarian lean back against the door, with what looked like a look of relief on her face? He saw her lips move, but unfortunately, there had been no microphone to pick up her words. Brad cursed this oversight, under his breath.
The librarian turned to face the door, and the man reached out and caressed her ass, then she spun around to face him again, her lips moving, and a look of panic on her face. Brad chuckled to himself. "The bitch has just discovered that the key is missing from the lock!" he murmured. He patted his jacket pocket, where the key currently resided.
The man seemed amused, as he spoke to her, and she immediately began to undress. Brad licked his lips. She seemed eager enough, and there was no sign of the so-called rapist's knife, threatening her life.
Brad gasped, as the girl posed in front of the man, legs slightly apart, in just her shoes, stockings and... "Jeez, the slut's wearing open-crotch panties!" he gasped, aloud. He'd failed to notice that, when he'd burst in on them. It was clear that the girl's story about being forced into the storeroom at knifepoint was a complete fabrication.
Meanwhile, the guy had pulled out his cock, before stepping forward to fondle the slut's tits, and then kiss her. It was clear that there was no reluctance on the Barbara's part. The man spoke, and the girl turned around and braced her hands against the wall, alongside the door, spreading her legs, and thrusting her ass back, causing the crotch of her panties to spread wide apart, and giving the guy easy access to her juicy cunt.
Brad watched the man thrust his penis deep into the bitch's cunt, and start to fuck her hard and fast. "Saved you from being raped, huh?" he murmured, with a wide grin on his face. Barbara Gordon's face was contorted with pleasure, as she was well and truly screwed, her mouth silently crying out her pleasure, on the monitor screen.
Suddenly, her eyes flew wide open with fear, and she cried out, while the man withdrew his penis, a look of panic on his face. "That must be when I pounded on the door?" Brad thought. The girl spun around, and kneed the guy in the bollocks, and he crumpled to the floor, in obvious agony.
The door flew inward, and Brad saw his image stumble in, almost tripping over the so-called rapist. "Not my finest entrance," he acknowledged, good-humoredly.
The girl, suddenly sobbing, threw her arms around Brad's neck, and pressing her naked breasts against his chest.
"No wonder I almost fell for her line of bullshit," Brad growled, watching the slut squirm her sexy body up against his, a crafty smile on her lips. His cock had swiftly grown rock hard, as the slut started kissing him, passionately.
Then the stranger staggered up off the floor, and made a break for the open doorway.
Brad watched his image try to follow the man, only to be deliberately tripped up by the redhead. "Damn, you fell for that one," he cursed, under his breath.
As his image exited the storeroom, and Barbara started to get dressed, Brad stopped the recording, and reclined back in his chair, hands behind his neck, a broad smile on his face. He could, of course, make this recording public, and ruin the reputation of that stuck-up whore, but he had a much better use for it!
-oOo-
