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The Dominoed Daredoll's Deadly Dilemma	By : Batfanfrombackintheday Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 7675 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman, nor do I make any profit from this story. DC Comics owns the characters Batman, Robin and Batgirl.

Chapter List
- 1-Prelude: The Joker's Toxin
- 2-Batman, Robin, And Batgirl
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Underneath Stately Wayne Manor, Batman and Robin were in the Batcave testing blood samples from the latest murder victim.
She had been a very young and pretty streetwalker, most likely a teenaged runaway, who couldn't have been more than sixteen or seventeen years old. Wearing too much makeup, and not enough clothes, it was quite apparent what her profession had been.
She should never have been either a streetwalker or a victim. The system and her family had apparently failed her. Batman paused for a moment to shed a tear for the young woman who would never have the full life that she deserved.
Suddenly, The Bat-Blood Testing Unit signaled a result with a "ding". Batman read out the results, his eyes growing wide with shock. This was unbelievably despicable, even for The Joker; a homicidally-crazed maniac with delusions of grandeur.
This new toxin caused extreme amounts of physical and emotional arousal, resulting in heart failure, and the victim's heart would explode, causing a painful and horrible death from a vast overload of hormones and endorphins.
The Joker was killing his victims with sex!
"Holy Aphrodite, Batman! What a twisted way to die!"
"Yes, twisted, lethal and more foul than any previous toxins that Joker has used before. We must find a cure before more victims die. I'll call Wayne Laboratories as Bruce Wayne, and have them find a cure as soon as humanly possible, with a bonus to the team that finds it."

Beginning The Investigation
Barbara Gordon walked into her father's office; her father being Commissioner Gordon, to join him for their daily lunch.
Seeing grim faces on him as well as his chief, she realized that there was something wrong in Gotham.
"What's going on, daddy? I haven't seen you or the chief look this grim in ages." "It's that madman, The Joker, with a new and disgustingly deadly toxin, sweetheart. I'm sorry, but could we just get a sandwich in the office today? I'm in no mood to have lunch out."
"Of course, daddy. Want me to order your favorite from the deli downstairs?"
"No, I'll have Bonnie call it in. What will you have for lunch, dear?"
"I'll have a turkey on rye, with mustard and a pickle on the side, and a Tab soda. Thanks, Daddy."
The commissioner buzzed his secretary Bonnie and gave her their orders.
"It should arrive quickly, Barbara. That downstairs deli knows that I'm always in a rush when I order in. I hope that I have an appetite after everything that's happened lately." The commissioner lets out a sigh.
"Why? Tell me while we wait for lunch to arrive after all a problem shared is a problem halved." Barbara said, brightly.
"It's this deadly toxin that Joker's experimenting with. So far, he's killed several young ladies, er, of the oldest profession." blushed the commissioner, not meeting his daughter's eyes.
"Oh!" Barbara understood immediately her father's discomfort. "That's terrible. Nobody deserves to be murdered,"
"That's not the entirety of it either, but it makes me blush to even think about what that toxin does to its poor victims." The commissioner sadly shook his head.
"What could be so embarrassing, daddy? I'm an adult, after all, I can deal with the facts."
Looking at his partner, he nodded.
Chief O'Hara whispered for a few minutes in Miss Gordon's ear, with varying expressions and waving his hands around helplessly, while blushing profusely.
"Oh my goodness, that's horrifying. You mean to say ... that they die from...? "
Speaking very softly "Feeling... like... that? Oh my god! What a twisted criminal that Joker is. I can't even imagine." Barbara looks sadly out the window.
When lunch arrives, it's a very somber pair, as the chief leaves to check on his men.
"Is there any research I can do from the library that could possibly help, daddy?"
"None that I can think of, I'm so befuddled by this case. I've already called Batman and he's investigating the toxin."
Barbara wonders to herself what her secret alter ego - Batgirl - can find out.
Batgirl: Where do you come from, where do you go?
Barbara Gordon had always planned to make a difference in Gotham, just like her dad, and The Batman. Her father was very much against her joining the police force, having lost his wife years ago. It was only the two of them, and he loved his daughter very much, and worried, perhaps too much, for her safety. He worried when she took an apartment for herself after she graduated from Gotham University with degrees in both forensics and library science. She had originally wanted to have at least a desk job at the GCPD. But her father insisted that there was no way his baby would be put in danger.
So, Barbara took a "safe" job of head librarian at the main Gotham Library, which was a short stroll from her father's office. But like any father, he still worried for her safety - a woman living alone in the city.
He made sure she took karate and other martial arts as a young girl so that she could defend herself from Gotham's gritty underworld. She loved her classes. She also took up gymnastics in school and was quite fast and flexible.
He also insisted on training her in shooting skills, ensuring that she could handle a gun in an emergency. Barbara kept her gun handy and had a license. She was an excellent student and learned to shoot as well as any police officer. Her classes in defensive arts made her a beautiful yet deadly force to be reckoned with. She had earned a double black belt and won many local tournaments with honors.
Barbara wanted her own place for another reason; she needed a secret spot for her Batgirl persona. In her bedroom, there was a secret turning wall, with a button hidden under her beauty vanity table. On the other side hung her uniform, red-haired long wig, and other accouterments of her alter ego.
Inside an innocent-looking storage room were more secrets, an old forgotten dumbwaiter that she found when she moved in was disguised and used for her Batgirl motorcycle's exits and entrances from the rarely-used back alley of her apartment building. She hoped her father would never find out, it would kill him inside.

Bruce and Dick, A Pair of Caped Crimefighters
Bruce Wayne was a good long-time friend of Commissioner Gordon, ever since the death of his parents when he was still a youngster. Jim Gordon was a detective on the case and found himself fond of the young man, who tried his best not to cry in front of anyone. Bruce needed to be strong, and badly wanted his parents' killer brought to justice.
As an adult, he made generous contributions yearly to the GCPD. As Batman, along with his young ward Dick Grayson, he could help in ways that Bruce he could not. Bruce allowed himself to be perceived as a playboy and a bit of a dullard. He often appeared to be quite clueless, but of course, it was all an act for the public.
After his parents were gone, his family butler Alfred treated him even more like a son and helped him along the path to manhood.
Bruce and Dick were often suddenly called away to solve a crime and had made up numerous excuses. One day it was an emergency meeting of the board, another it was a rare bird sighting in the park, or a hard to find stamp he needed for his collection. His, butler Alfred Pennyworth, of course, knew of his masters' secret identities. He was often seen puttering and dusting in their secret Batcave, hidden beneath Stately Wayne Manor. Alfred was also a bit of a detective himself, having picked up many of his masters sleuthing strategies.
Unbeknownst to Bruce and Dick, Alfred had one day accidentally stumbled upon Batgirl's identity while trying to protect a good friend from The Penguin's men. Alfred would often quietly called Barbara Gordon with tips or clues to recent crimes supposedly gleaned from Bruce's friendship with her father. Barbara as yet still was clueless as to Batman's and Robin's identities, as they were clueless to her own. Bruce had decided to leave it alone, as he valued his privacy, and Batgirl deserved the same for herself. Though he and Dick often lightly wondered who she was, and how she disappeared so stealthily.
While Batman and Robin did their investigation, Batgirl was also searching for clues. She had a few ideas where The Joker, that crowned prince of crime, might have his secret base of operations.
Batman and Robin arrived at police headquarters to meet up with Commissioner Gordon and discuss their findings. Batgirl arrived just moments later,
Batgirl detailed some of her findings: there was an abandoned toy factory in the warehouse district; a new comedy club, and a tiny shop that sold gag gifts (like exploding cigars and hand buzzers) in a part of town that had neither foot traffic nor was near any busy shopping centers, and which was apparently owned by a Mr. Foo Nee.
"Mr. Foo Nee? Holy Halloween, Batman! Foo Nee, fu-nny, get it? That's gotta be the Joker!"
"Robin, that does seem very likely. I think you're on to something, old man!"
"I'll check out the gag shop, while you both check the other possible hide-outs!" said Batgirl.
Batman was afraid that Batgirl would investigate herself and get into some trouble. Very big trouble.
"Batgirl, under no circumstances will you investigate any of these yourself, The Joker has proven himself more deadly than ever. He's not likely to spare you or anyone else a terrible death."
"Batman, I can take care of myself, thank you very much. I understand your concerns, but this is my job, it comes with the danger." Batgirl tried hard to hold her temper, but this was too much!
"I won't be treated like a helpless female by you, Batman, or anyone else!" Batgirl huffed. Then she took a deep calming breath.
"Batgirl, please! Don't go alone! You have no idea what he's doing this time!" Batman was truly worried about the Dominoed Daredoll. She seemed not to even care that her life could be forfeited.
"I know I can't hold you back, Batgirl. I'm not your boss or your partner. Let's work this as a team. What if we all go together, there's more safety in numbers after all."
Batgirl glanced down, thinking for a moment, calming down. It wasn't personal. "All right, Batman. You do have a point. Should I go in the Batmobile, or should I follow you on my Batgirl-cycle?"
Batman looked at Robin, and they both silently agreed. "You can come with us, Robin and you are both slim, it will be a tight fit, but it should be fine."
Batgirl was secretly excited to ride in the famed Batmobile. The Terrific Trio waved to the Commissioner and Chief O'Hara and sprinted out the doors.
As they approached the Batmobile, Robin pulled open his door. "Ladies first, Batgirl! Besides, you'll have a much better view sitting near the middle."
"Thanks, Robin." She smiled with enthusiasm.
The three crimefighters checked the less obvious establishments first to rule them out. The factory completely abandoned, just as they thought. Only a lone security guard, and an older one at that. No trouble seemed to be happening here. After a thorough search, they said goodnight to the old man.
At the comedy club, it was fairly dead. The bartenders were setting up for the show, and the waitresses were setting up tables and wiping off counters. Nothing suspicious in the back rooms or in the cellar below. Another lead crossed off.
At the Joke Shop, an old Chinese man was behind the counter. He asked in a slightly accented voice if he could help.
"I am Mr. Foo Nee, welcome to my little shop. How may I help you today? Would you like to see my wares, lady, and gentleman, perhaps a squirting flower for your cape?"
There were the usual displays of spicy trick gum, fart pillows, fake cigars, finger-traps and so on.
Batman, Robin, and Batgirl looked around the shop. Nothing appeared suspicious or out of place.
Meanwhile downstairs in the huge and colorful basement, The Joker and his gang were watching through the hidden cameras in the shop. "This is it, boys, I knew they'd come here. Now to spring my trap!"
Batman asked if he could look in the back of the store. "Yes, of course, Mister Batman. I'll be happy to open the door for you." The man gave a most courteous bow.
He opened the door and jumped back while a steel net suddenly dropped onto the three crimefighters. They struggled and tried their best, but it was too heavy and large to escape.
Joker appeared from a hidden door, and sprayed the trio with knockout gas, all the while cackling and laughing at his great joke. They succumbed to the gas and were out cold.
"Now I have a trio of bats to play with, hee hee hee hee! Hah ha ha ha ha ha! Whooo hoo hoo! Squeaker, Zinger, get up here! Bring my new playthings down to the lab, I can use a few flying rats to test my latest formula. Hoo hoo hoo! Ha ha ha ha ha!" Joker laughed at his own joke.
As Batman, Robin and Batgirl later awoke, they found themselves in what appeared to be a laboratory. Chained to a wall with their arms and legs spread and their utility belts gone, there wasn't much that they could do. They had been knocked out too fast for Batman to signal Alfred in the Batcave, and there was no time to don gas masks or take antidote pills.
This was the big trouble Batman worried about. (In other words, they were screwed.) Batman looked around and tried to figure out if there were any options of escape available, but he couldn't see anything that would help.
"Batgirl, Robin ... are you all right?" Batman was concerned that one of them may have already been exposed to the toxin. He heard Batgirl groan and saw that she started to shiver. "Batgirl..?"
Batgirl moaned. "B-b-b-batman... I .. ungh ... I-i-i d-d-don't think so..." She shook violently and moaned again. "I... I think I've been... exposed. I'm... Oh my god... Ohhhhh! Aaaahhh! Uuuuhh! I can't... I can't... control this!"
"Damn it! This is what I was afraid of!" Batman tried to wiggle free, he already had half his hand out, remembering how he'd memorized the notes of Harry Houdini. "Robin, try to escape, remember what I taught you. We have to help Batgirl before she dies, or worse!"
"But what could be worse...Oh!" Robin looked at Batgirl and saw how much pain she was in. He knew she never admitted to being hurt, so this had to be really, really bad. "Batgirl..? BATGIRL!"
Batgirl tried to answer, but she was wracked with so much pain, and yet, there was something besides the pain, something she'd not yet felt in her young life. "Uuuuuunnnggg! Huuurrrrts! I need... I need... Omigod I don't know what I need... but... Oooooohh! God! Help me! AAAAAAAAAHHHH!" she screamed.
Batman and Robin looked seriously at Batgirl and each other. Robin was scared for what they knew had to do, after all, he was still a virgin, and didn't know much past kissing and petting. "Batman, are we gonna have to...?"
"Robin, when I examined the toxin, I saw that a large number of endorphins would counteract the toxin's effect. The toxin basically works by destroying them, rendering pain unbearable. It also causes extreme... arousal... of the victim. By creating several consecutive sexual climaxes, the toxin would be destroyed. I never wanted it to come to this old chum, but we have to, er, provide Batgirl with, um, stimulation to her...points of massive nerve endings. You should remember those from your Sex Ed classes. The breasts and the clitoris are the most sensitive, followed by the inside of the vagina. Are you out of your cuffs?" Batman ran to his utility belt, pulling out several items that Robin nor Batgirl had ever seen before. "I packed these supplies just in case this happened." Batman had a tube of surgical lubricant, several condoms, a pocket-sized vibrator, nipple clamps, a blindfold, a small whip, some bat-ropes and some spermicide.
"Whoa there, does that mean...? But I'm... and she's probably... you know, never done this! But, we have to save her life, right? I mean even if we have to, um, stimulate her??"
Batman helped finish freeing Robin and then went to get Batgirl unchained. Batgirl's distress seemed to be getting worse, she was writhing and moaning, she just couldn't stay still. She was also getting a bit hysterical, which was understandable given what was going on inside her.
"Robin, I'm going to need you to help, we have to get Batgirl back to normal as soon as possible; the longer this goes on, the closer she will be to her heart exploding." Batman tried to sound as normal as he could under the circumstances. It was all he could manage not to have his voice shaking. He greatly feared for Batgirl's life now.
Robin closed his eyes for a brief moment, took a deep breath, and pulled himself together. "Okay Batman, what do you need me to do?"
" I need you to grab her nipples.. they're already erect.. and attach one of these clamps firmly to each one. Start massaging her breasts... that's right, just like that." Robin wondered what Batman was doing with nipple clamps, but then again, he was still pretty innocent."Meanwhile, I'll start using the vibrator on her clitoris and the surrounding area. That usually starts a climax forming. Batgirl, I'm sorry that we have to..."
Batgirl was losing her mind at this point. "JUST DO IT ALREADY!" Batgirl screamed. "I CAN'T TAKE MUCH MORE OF THIS, THIS FEELING, THIS PAIN... AAAUUUGH! ..PLEEEEASE!..." Taking a deep breath, Batgirl said more calmly " I know what you have to do, you have my permission, don't be sweet, just fucking DO IT TO ME." Batgirl screamed and panted. " TEAR INTO ME IF YOU HAVE TO, I NEED THIS! I WANT THIS...AND STOP BEING SO DAMNED FUCKING CLINICAL! IT'S A PUSSY FOR FUCKS SAKE! .....AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! FUCK ME, FUCK ME NOW! TEAR ME APART!" Batgirl was growing hysterical with the pain throughout her body as well and the need to be freed from the toxin's pull.
Batman's eyes grew wide. Batgirl had never screamed or cursed before. He was shocked into action. He was no virgin, but this was Batgirl begging to be screwed!
Robin started getting a hard-on and kept on playing with Batgirl's beautiful round breasts, or tits as he now thought of them.They were soft and luscious, and he was a teenager, so he was as horny as hell.
Batman watching his partner rubbing Batgirl was becoming pretty hard himself. He was almost up to his full ten inches when he finally pulled down his Bat-shorts. There was no way that this tiny vibrator would give her what she needed in time, he had to pull out the big guns.. in this case, his penis, no, his prick. You urinate with a penis, you screw with a prick. He ripped open a condom packet with his teeth and rolled it on. He tossed one to Robin and nodded that he do the same.
Robin fumbled a bit but finally sheathed his own weapon. He was blushing furiously. He watched mouth open as Batman took a tiny knife and carefully cut a five-inch slit in the crotch of Batgirl's uniform, then cut into her panties. He could see her wetness dripping down. Batman noticed her intact hymen and applied a good handful of lube, then slathered the rest on himself. She was already soaking wet, but she was going to be tight as hell.
There was no time to strip; they had to be down and dirty fast.
Batman plunged into her core and started screwing to save her life. He worked himself in an inch at a time; he was right, tight as she was he was sweating with the effort. He applied another handful of lube and finally plunged in up to the hilt. He grabbed onto her hips tightly and pulled out, plunging in again and again. All the while Batgirl was bucking and moaning like a bitch in heat, which she pretty much was by now. Batman gave her everything, she starting bucking in rhythm with him as she tried to pull him in deeper and deeper. He started twisting as he plunged, and she started moaning even louder.
He felt her start to throb around his shaft, which meant she would be having climax number one pretty soon. "Something's happening Batman, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna...Aaaaahhhhhhh!"
Batgirl let out her loudest and longest screaming moan yet. Her young pussy spasmed over and over, and her eyes half-closed as she rode out her orgasm. She squirted all over Batman's legs, but he kept going. Robin was having a great time just playing with her tits, he removed the clamps and started nibbling on her nipples, and her areolas. He sucked one into his mouth, then the other. Batgirl moaned each time he did, which encouraged the Boy Wonder to keep going. Not like that was a problem.
Batgirl was already building up to another climax. She felt her pussy tightening like a seizure in anticipation. She wondered how she could take in all of Batman, but there was no time for thought, no time for anything except to ride out this strange new roller-coaster of feelings. She lost track of time, of everything except the present. She was being fucked and fucked well. Climax number two hit like a hurricane making her feel like she was perhaps falling or floating or maybe both at the same time.
Batman held on to Batgirls hips with a tight grip as she spasmed around him again and again. He was feeling like he was being pulled into the whirlpool that she was spinning in, faster and faster. She screamed again as she climaxed. The toxin seemed to be losing it's grip, finally.
"Batman, my head is starting to un-fog a little. Just keep doing what you're doing to me." Batgirl panted more from the orgasm now than from the toxin, it was a whopper and she was almost home free.
Batman's face screwed up as Batgirl's body clenched him even tighter. He needed Robin to take over. "Robin, come over here, it's your turn, I'm almost spent."
"Wait, Batman, you can't stop now, it's not fair to you," said Batgirl. "I mean, you need to finish off. I heard it's unhealthy for a man to stop. True or not, you've come this far so just finish up in me. Okay?"
Batgirl looked into Batman's eyes and gave him a slight nod, which he returned. "I'm gonna let go now Batgirl. Hold on!" He grabbed hold of her legs and swung them over his shoulders, allowing him to go even deeper. Batgirl felt something odd and very pleasurable and wondered if it was that famed G-Spot that girls whispered about to each other. Batgirl and Batman started to climax together, and Batman let out a sound that hadn't been heard since Batman took a bullet last year, a very visceral and long moan. He had come, and it felt great. It was Batgirl. It was him. It was fucking incredible. But he was now completely spent.
He had no more to give. It was now Robin's turn to become a man and fuck a woman. Batman felt almost proud of his young protege. But damn, that was some great screwing.
Batman tossed his used sheath in the trash and adjusted his shorts, and Robin came over to where Batman had been standing. Grabbing a handful of lube, he lubed up his quivering shaft and then put a huge squirt on Batgirl's inner lips and pussy. Batgirl nodded and he started working his shaft in as he had seen Batman do. He grabbed her knees and held them up under his armpits, pulling her in even closer.
Batgirl moaned in answer, and Robin kept tunneling deeper and deeper into Batgirl's soaking wet pussy. It felt like heaven had opened up to shine the sun on him. He grabbed a hold of her ass cheeks and squeezed them as he plundered her booty. Batgirl hummed in approval. Batman motioned to give it a twist, and so Robin gave a twist every upstroke. Batgirl moaned louder and louder. She gave him a little smile, and he sped up. God, it was great becoming a man! He massaged her ass as his weapon assaulted her deeper and deeper.
"Try to hold back, old chum. Always let the lady climax first!" Robin nodded and understood. His training hadn't prepared him for this, but he held on clenching his balls tightly. Batgirl started twitching and bucking and he felt her tighten up around his hungry shaft. He went even harder and faster. It was fantastic, and she started moving in unison with him. She got really tight around his dick and started throbbing.
Suddenly she screamed and blasted Robin with pussy juice, just as Robin came himself. "Oh god, Robin, ooh! So good! I feel so much better. I think the toxin's finally gone out of my system, whew!" Batgirl closed her eyes dreamily and smiled. She wasn't shaking anymore, just coming back down to earth after that amazing orgasm. She took a slow deep cleansing breath and sighed.
Epilogue
Batman turned away from Batgirl and wiped the sweat from his face and neck, keeping most of his cowl on, then wiped down his tights as well as he could. He came and checked Batgirl's vitals. She was really back to normal. He tossed a towel to Robin and one to Batgirl. Then he pulled a small sewing kit out of his utility belt and handed it to Batgirl. She looked around and found an alcove where she could have a little privacy and stitched up her uniform.
When Batgirl returned, both of the Caped Crusaders had a hard time facing her. She put her hands on her hips and stared them down.
"Just look at you two, looking guilty because you were saving my life. I'm very grateful for what you did for me, and I'm glad to be alive. Not everyone would put aside their morals and do what needed to be done. Besides, it wasn't as bad as you think. You didn't hurt me. Come on, face me!"
Batman turned around and gave Batgirl a small smile, so small you'd probably miss it. But Batgirl didn't miss it. Not at all. Robin was still both glowing and blushing. He gave Batgirl his famous crooked smile, and she grinned.
"Okay, now we have to nab the Joker," she announced.
Robin whined. "I think I'm gonna need a while to recover if that's all right."
Batman nodded. "I'm pretty sure we could all use some recovery time, and a hot shower. Not together." he stammered. He was still feeling really strange about what had just happened, and words were just flying out of his mouth.
"I didn't mean right this second. I'm absolutely exhausted, and strangely kind of hungry, too," said Batgirl.
Batman raised an eyebrow to Robin. They always seemed to have an unspoken language between them. Robin glanced at Batgirl and then back at Batman and smiled in agreement.
"Would you like to come back to the Batcave with us for a late supper? I am rather hungry myself, aren't you Robin?"
Enthusiastically nodding, Robin said, "Heck yes, I can always eat something!" Batgirl laughed at his accidental double entendre. "I'm sure you can, Man Wonder!"
Robin looked like he would burst, he liked the nickname. "Hey, that's just between us, okay? It would be way too embarrassing to explain...!"
Turning to Batman, she said: "But seriously, you don't have to cook, I mean, we could go to a Diner or something if you want to. Besides, wouldn't that compromise your secret identities?" She was a little squeamish.
"It's no trouble, there's usually a late supper waiting for us after a mission, I'll just call ahead and put out another plate. After everything we've been through today, I don't think that there are going to be that many secrets left. Unless you don't want to that is. It's up to you, Batgirl."
"I'm not sure .. I mean...listen, if I did tell you, you'd have to promise not to tell anyone at all, not even Commissioner Gordon. You can't breathe a word, I mean it!
I don't want anyone I'm close to suffering or being targeted or even just worrying about me." Batgirl stammered and pursed her lips. She couldn't take a chance on her father finding out, she knew how he felt about such things. It made her really nervous thinking about it, and she knew her dad would try to ground her as if he could.
Batman thought she looked uncomfortable. He didn't want to see her upset after today's events. She had every right to keep her secrets, just as they did. "I understand, I feel the same way about our identities. In that case, I can use some Bat-sleep spray on you until we get there, then afterward I'll drive you back to your Batgirl-cycle the same manner."
"It's tempting, and I'm really way too tired to grab more than a fast bowl of cold cereal and a cup of tea." she sighed.
Batgirl held out her hand for a shake. "It's a deal! So what's for dinner?"
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