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Batgirl's Uptown Affairs, Part 2	By : AdultBat Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 7401 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Batgirl blasted into consciousness and thrashed with pain. The intensity engulfed her as a tempest of throbbing volleyed back and forth in her head. The torment prevented her from clear thinking and she did not even care to analyze where she was or how she arrived. She tried to quell the storm by pressing her hands firmly against her temples. It provided no relief but the activity did make her realize that she was not wearing her gloves but still donned her cowl. It was the only thought she had before slipping back into a fitful stupor.

The next awakening was painless and serene. Slowly, she opened one eye to see if anyone was in the room with her. She was alone. She assessed her situation. She still had on her mask. That was good. God, how long had she been out? Her gloves had been removed as well as her boots and tights. Dear Jesus, was I raped? I still have my panties on, that is a good sign that I wasn’t. She noticed each of the missing costume items and her utility belt were hanging on the wall by a hanger positioned on a nail in the wall. The apartment was clean but the styling looked as if it had been decorated several decades ago. Yet it was not worn or tired, just out of date. She heard a noise in the next room and put her head down and pretended to sleep. The door opened.

She heard a few steps and then felt a body sit on the side of the bed. She could tell by the way the mattress sunk, he was over 200 pounds.

“I am glad to see you finally awoke. I was beginning to worry about you.” The voice was very self-assured and comforting. It was what “cool” sounded like.

Batgirl opened her eyes and sat up. “Where am I? Why have you taken me here? What sick things have you done to me?”

Unflustered he replied in the same tone as before, “You are in my home. I took you here because you needed medical attention. Hopefully, what I have “done to you” is helped you recover.”

“Oh yeah, then why did you take off my pants? What are you some kind of sick pervert?”

“When I found you your pants and panties were down at your ankles and if anything I made you more decent. The reason I did not put your pants back on is because, sister, you have been out of commission for three days. Superhero or not, you still piss and shit like the rest of us. This was just easier for me to clean you up.”

Batgirl burned deep red in embarrassment. This was not something she had thought about before entering crime fighting. Finally, she decided to see if her humiliation was complete. “Did you take off my mask and compromise my secret identity?”

“No.” For once there was a trace of annoyance in his voice.

“How do I know if you are telling the truth?”

“You don’t. Listen, I took you to my home and not a hospital because with your get- up and all I did not know if the hospital would protect your identity or, if you cared. Until I knew your situation, I respected it. End of discussion.”

He seemed to have an answer for all her questions. “If you were respecting me like you said, why don’t you let me go?”

“You can go,” he responded, “I am not restraining you. Listen, I know you do some good work on the streets. I thought I was helping out someone who thought like me. Maybe I was wrong.”

Batgirl now felt stupid. “Wait – I am sorry. I’m just a bit confused. Let’s start over. My name is Batgirl.”

“I know. I am John Shaft.”

Now that she was more settled in her surroundings Batgirl engaged Shaft in earnest conversation ranging from his background as a special services soldier for the military to what exactly happened to her that led to her convalescence.

“The problem, Batgirl,” Shaft opined, “is that you differentiate between adult criminals and kid criminals. Maybe during sentencing there should be different considerations for rehabilitation but during the act they are all vicious scum and should be dealt with in the most extreme way possible. You were so anxious to cut those kids slack that you almost got yourself killed.”

“That’s a slippery slope, Shaft. Many of the kids committing crime have a range of issues to deal with. Being ‘extreme’ as you say in stopping the crime could also lead to ‘extreme’ behavior in rehabilitation and a lifetime of animosity and mistrust toward authority.”

“You don’t think adults doing crimes have issues, too? Listen, you are going to save some of the kids and not save the others. It’s a fact - accept it. The ones saved will learn through tough love and clear lines of acceptable behavior and unacceptable behavior. I was one of those punks. The military straightened my ass out. I found out quickly how tough I wasn’t. After a few whuppin’s I learned to walk straight. I stayed in because I knew there was someone out there that could always skin my ass. It wasn’t until I grew into top form of my fighting skills that I realized I had the responsibility to return to the street and instill some discipline to those inclined to be lazy.”

Batgirl felt he was a bit heavy handed but was too exhausted to take the argument further. Instead, she chose to take a tangent, “You think you are the best? Do you think you could whup my ass, Shaft?”

“Please, girl, in a minute.”

“And Batman, too?”

Shaft considered it for a moment. “I never seen him in action but I heard he’s good. It would depend on who is on top of their game that day.”

Commissioner Gordon was worried about his daughter. It had been a week since he had heard from her and she wasn’t at her apartment any of the times he stopped by. Since she became rich it wasn’t too unusual for her to take off on a moment’s notice but she always let him know. The father in him was worried but his police instincts told him that she was okay. He decided to trust the latter since he always considered himself a better cop than father.

He was hoping to float his ideas about retirement to her and see how she would react. Even though she had proposed the idea herself, she did it knowing he would never agree. Now he wanted to hear her advice when she knew he was seriously considering it. He considered taking to O’Hara about it as well but lately the Chief had been acting distant and their connection on a few issues was off. No, he would talk to him after Barbara.

O’Hara decided to make an unannounced visit to one of his troubled precincts. He chose to do it without his usual entourage, even contemplating doing it in plain clothes. However, the love of his uniform won out so he stopped by the 77^th to talk to some of the men. He chose the 77^th because it was a busy station located in a district with juries that let the criminals right back on the street. He entered the front door and was greeted with a logjam of citizens and criminals all clamoring for the desk sergeant. He saw this as an opportunity to sneak behind the scenes before he was noticed and the buzz of his presence set in. He headed for the locker room where the men spoke freely. Something about showering together made men bond.

What he discovered was two of the City’s finest duking it out while being cheered on by their blue brothers and sisters of the law. He moved in to break it up and immediately the crowd disappeared leaving the two combatants standing there alone and postured for receiving a lecture. O’Hara took a different tactic and sat the boys down for a discussion about what was good and what was bad about their jobs. Thinking they were sacked anyway they were candid. Their frustrations over not being able to do their job were palpable. Instead of busting the heads of criminals they were busting their own heads. “Yes, it making sense,” thought O’Hara, “these are young men and women with youth and energy on their side. They need outlets. We are suppressing their aggression which is making them do shoddy police work.” O’Hara thanked them for their honesty and headed out with a plan to resurrect his force.

Batgirl tried to get up but was still too disoriented to make it to the hook that held the rest of her costume. “Listen, why don’t you take it easy. If you need anything, I’ll bring it to you.” She did not like the feeling of dependency but she was hurting and in no condition to be a superhero.

“I do have a favor, Shaft,” Batgirl started, “I need to make a phone call and check in with the Commissioner.”

“Great, my phone used to hook up with ‘the Man’. Don’t you be telling any of my neighbors about this.”

“I won’t, I promise,” Batgirl smiled back. “I’m sorry, do you mind if I have a little privacy?”

“Sure, no problemo. The last thing I want is to be called into a conversation with that racist.” Shaft handed her the phone and left the room closing the door behind him.

Immediately, Batgirl wanted to shoot back in her father’s defense. She knew he was a fair and just man, certainly not racist. However, if she was drawn into that conversation she couldn’t trust herself to be anyone but his daughter. She dialed his number.

“Hi Daddy, I’m sorry I didn’t have time to call you before I left town but I am okay and expect to be home in a few days. I miss you. I love you, too.”

With Shaft’s permission Batgirl hung out a few more days in his apartment. He was actually a great healer plus she liked his company despite his sometimes, outrageous views. Deep down she knew he was one of the good guys who cared about making the world, or his slice of it, a better place. It also didn’t hurt her eyes to see him come out of the shower each morning wrapped in a towel. His physique was impeccable. Muscles cut proportionately in all the right places and a healthy lump that the towel could not hide.

One day when Shaft was out Batgirl decided that four or five days of her own funk was enough and she headed for the bathroom to steam off. It felt odd taking off her costume in another person’s apartment but, strangely, it charged her with a little sexual excitement as well. Stripping herself of her panties she wanted to throw them out but decided to soak them instead. Taking off her cowl and wig she inspected herself in front of the mirror and was shocked at what she saw. Her physique had not faded but she carried a serious large bruise that covered her left rib cage and the excessive bed rest gave her puffy eyes and robbed her of some cutting edge form. In the grooming department her pubes, armpits and legs were all nubby. She searched his bathroom for a razor but could only find and electric. She decided to let it go until she returned home. Thankfully, his shower was hot and it was miraculous in its ability to clear her head and revitalize her spirit. She stayed in for a good twenty minutes until the hot water finally exhausted itself.

Stepping out, she noticed a bathrobe that he never seemed to wear so she put it on and wrapped the towel around her head. She decided to make herself a cup of tea and was sitting sideways in a recliner chair in his living room when she heard the keys turning in the door locks. Barbara sat there and thought for a second about what she should do even though she had really made that decision before she took off a stitch of clothing. If he saw her without her costume she didn’t care. There was something about him she could trust.

Shaft walked through the door and saw a white woman sitting in his living room and quickly figured out what was up. He closed the door swiftly after entering and turned his face into it to avoid seeing Batgirl.

“It’s okay, Shaft. I don’t mind if you see me without my Batsuit. Heck you had plenty of chances when I was unconscious.”

“Well, you may not mind but I do. Could you please put it back on?”

Batgirl was shocked. Anyone else would pay top dollar to see the famous crime fighter unmasked. She found his behavior a bit childish. “Really, Shaft, I don’t mind.”

“Please.” His emphasis made her respect his seriousness.

Batgirl shouted form the bathroom, “My costume is soaking in your sink. Is it okay if I just wear my mask?”

Thankful that she was complying he said, “That will do.”

Bruce Wayne woke up to an empty suite and when he called the front desk he was informed that Miss Limpet had already checked out. How peculiar, he thought. She barely said two words to me after the balcony yet when we slept, all night I felt her clinging to my body. What a Jekyll and Hyde that woman is. The crazy thing I thing she is the perfect woman: intellectually brilliant as Jekyll and a sexual dynamo as Hyde. Where do these girls come from? He decided he must find out more about her.

At his Los Cielos office he spent the morning gathering information about the mysterious Miss Limpet. To his dismay her sponsor was Lawrence Pierce, the cad who stole Barbara. He probably designed the computer crossword program they were playing last night, too. Why does that geek need to crisscross into my life, Bruce pondered?

    By the next day Batgirl felt fully powered. All her conditioning was geared toward rapid recovery and it paid off. She was actually full of nervous energy from all the non-activity and she suggested to Shaft that they spar to see if he was as good as he proclaimed. He hesitated and she egged him on bantering with his manhood. Finally, he had enough and agreed to teach her a few of his tricks learned in the jungles and on the streets. Batgirl sarcastically thanked him for the generous offer.

They agreed to work out in an abandoned factory where they both felt confident they would not be bothered. Seeing all the hanging chains and suspended walkways, Batgirl sprinted off and flew from landing to landing like a kid in a jungle gym. Her body control while airborne was impressive, Shaft thought and told her so.

“You should see Robin,” replied Batgirl a bit breathlessly, “his acrobatics are really special.” By the disinterested look on his face, Batgirl could see that Shaft really did not care too much for the dynamic duo, which humored her since everyone else seemed so fascinated by the mere mention of their names.

“Come on let’s get started. I have work to do,” Shaft entreated.

“What do you do anyway other than fight Gotham City’s criminals?” Batgirl asked.

“I am a private detective and a point of clarification: I do not fight Gotham’s criminals - I keep order on the streets in my neighborhood.”

“All right, all right, you are so peculiar. Okay, where do we start?”

Batgirl stood there as Shaft began his lesson with a military influenced setup on respecting your combatant enough to kill them. He then segued from the battlefield to the streets and demonstrated how styles had to adjust to attack those not trained. It was a lesson she already knew but the way that he implemented his adjustments was masterful. She was soon aware of how dangerous this man really was and realized that if she skirmished with him she would have no chance. He knew so much and knew how to execute so well and so thoroughly.

Shaft was impressed by Batgirl’s toughness and realized that the kids’ successful attack on her was a fluke. She could hold her own in most situations and the harder he pressed the better she got. While she was much stronger than most of the women he had ever encountered what really astounded him was her speed. She was probably quicker than he on some moves and if they ever fought for real her speed would enable her to score some points on him before he killed her. He could not say that about most of the adversaries he faced.

After several hours of impressing each other Batgirl and Shaft caught each other’s eyes and knew it was time to call it a day. Both their bodies glimmered with the fluids of a good work out. The exercise ended on one of the suspended walkways and as they walked they boastfully joked about who would experience the relief of the shower first.

“There ain’t no question about it, it’s my shower, I go first,” Shaft said with macho bravado.

“But I’m your guest. I know your mamma didn’t raise you to be rude to your company.”

“Don’t you be talking about my mamma. Besides, I’m kicking you out. You are no longer my guest. Therefore, it is my shower.” He gave her a big exaggerated smile that Batgirl found so charming with his handsomely rich features.

“I’ll tell you what, Shaft, I’ll fight you for it.”

“You’d have better luck flipping a coin or bowling for it, woman.”

“Come on, we’ll do thumb wrestling,” and adding flirtatiously, “right here, right now.”

Shaft laughed. “You know I was neighborhood champion in that growing up.”

“I hear a lot of talk but I don’t see any thumb,” Batgirl challenged.

Soon they had their hands locked and were feinting and parrying with their thumbs as they laughed like children. No more than two minutes into the ‘epic’ battle their hands were still moving instinctively but their eyes were locked onto each other again. This time Batgirl made the first move collapsing her elbows so she could press her chest into his stomach and tilt her head upward to meet his lips.

They wasted little time kissing. Batgirl used her teeth to tug at her gloves and once they were removed she reached behind her back to undo the zipper of her tunic. Like a second skin, the top peeled off with Shaft’s assistance. As the materials pulled away from her body her breasts remained exactly positioned when covered. Admiring the glorious shape of her orbs, Shaft leaned over, simultaneously touching her left bosom with his hand and mouth. His kissed around her sweet pink aureole but his mustache tickled it as his face brushed by. Her giggle prompted him to grab the nipple with his lips and tenderly drag the flesh away and stretching it until it popped out of his mouth. Her whole breast tingled as the tip hardened. Batgirl’s giggle melted into a moan.

Shaft continued to lick her nipple and the whole area of her left breast and smoothly slid over to the right one. Both of Batgirl’s breasts now heaved with excitement and she placed her hands on his bare shoulders and subtly pushed him lower. Shaft fell to his knees. He was still tall enough from that position to kiss and lick her honed abs and have enough leverage to grab the waistband of her tights and slid them down to her knees, taking her panties with them. Staring directly at her pussy, he reached with his right hand and stroked the lips of her vagina from back to front. Each caress made her more charged with excitement and when he finally placed his mouth on her sex it was all she could do to not gush all over his face. Batgirl was touched be his sensitivity during foreplay. She would have expected a man so potentially brutal to enjoy roughing it up. Instead he was lapping it up. And she couldn’t be more enraptured.

His tongue work was now centered on her clitoris, which felt engorged with passion. He had only discovered it for barely a minute when she felt a swelling that could not be suppressed. Batgirl screamed out as her orgasm rushed through her loins and she grabbed the back of his head to hold him firmly against her pussy as she caught her breath. The thought of him continuing his tongue strokes was too much.

Composing herself, Batgirl reached for his hands to lead him to an upright position. This time she fell to her knees and placed her face near his crotch. She could see his bulge but as she traced it with her finger she realized it went all the way down to his thigh. “This is going to be memorable,” she thought. His warm-up pants easily parted from his waist and Batgirl pulled them down slowly to tease herself with the anticipation of his huge shlong. As the pants slowly descended Batgirl kissed the tops of his thighs and swung around to kiss his bare and muscled glutes. His pants had completely passed the point where his ass met his legs and his python had still not emerged. Finally, she could not wait any longer and she swung around again and reached in for her prize.

His cock was everything she hoped it would be. It was as big as the one she enjoyed with Batman but while his had a veiny muscularity, Shaft’s was a sleek missile. Batgirl couldn’t wait to put it in her mouth. She found his easier to take deeply and she used her free hands to guide it in without choking. Batman and Bruce were the only ones she had sucked off while wearing her mask and it brought back a renewed feeling of power and excitement. As her head rocked back and forth it dawned on her that he was the first Black man she had ever been with or seen naked. She found the different texture of his pubic hair interesting and wanted to take her mouth off him for a second to inspect his balls to see if they, too, differed from what she knew. Just as her lips separated from his howitzer, things changed.

Shaft grabbed her by the shoulder socket with one hand and lifted her up and off the ground where she landed on her feet. He spun her around and pressed her into the rail spotting them on the overhead walkway. Without any words or warning, he took his dick, split her pussy with its head, and jerked a deep penetration up her vagina. Usually after an orgasm she was a little dry so she gasped in anticipation of the pain but it never occurred. His pre-cum, her saliva, and the perspiration from their lovemaking provided enough lubrication for him to drive his big rig all the way home. What was a gentle interlude before was now a furious exercise with his hips slapping into her butt and large beads of sweat bouncing off their bodies. The slapping of skin and his grunting sounded frightening but it was actually exhilarating. He held one of his hands on her hip and the other was grabbing the top of her mask by the ear and pulling back. Each stroke of Shaft’s pole rubbed against her clitoris making the already charged organ even more alive. The thrill of having him inside her, completely, was wonderfully overwhelming but what was driving this orgasm was not the union but with each thrust he was pulling her mask up, gradually over her eyes, and revealing her face. Oh to be controlled and loved so thoroughly…

Batgirl was going to jerk her head forward to force the cowl entirely over her head but before she could act Shaft pulled out of her vagina and now pushed her head forward over the railing. He grabbed his cock and aimed it right for her asshole, jamming it in again without warning. It took a second for Batgirl to figure out what was happening. Only a moment ago she was delighting in the pleasure of a fantasy now she felt something she had never experienced before. This was another first for Batgirl. She couldn’t figure out if she enjoyed it or not but it felt better than she would have guessed. With each thrust she felt a whole-body fulfillment and stuck out her butt in exaggerated sways to meet the flow. Shaft’s grunts were now close to yelps and he delivered a payload of semen as bountiful as his massive cock. He was still coming as he withdrew from Batgirl’s butt and the remainder of his wad mixed with the sweat that had formed a coating on her skin. Both fell to the metal floor with nothing left to give.

            Back at Barbara Gordon’s apartment the phone was ringing with no one to notice except a neglected parrot named Charlie. Lawrence Pierce had flown back in town and there was only one person he wanted to see. He had been trying to call her all day. “That woman can be as elusive as I,” he mused.
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