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Birth of a Bat	By : rogerdodger Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 11327 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Batman series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Sweeping down onto the roof top of Police Headquarters, Batman saw the Commisioner look down at his watch.
“Hello, Jim” he said in his patented voice.
“Batman, you’re late.” Gordon looked irritated.
“I’m sorry,” Batman said, knowing that in the 10 years he has served this city he had yet to let him down.
“Not a problem, but do you mind explaining this?” Gordon said as he took out the cover of the front page and handed it to him.
“I am not involved with this,” he said, throwing the picture of a woman in a “bat suit” to the ground.
Then he felt a glove slowly tap his cape.
“I never knew I needed permission.” The voice said.
Batman turned around to see a young girl in a dark gray spandex catsuit. The pointed ears were similar to his only smaller and her dark yellow emblem covered the majority her sizable chest. The back part of her mask and short cape that brushed back and forth behind her ass was the same royal blue color as his. Her red glaring cheeks were as colorful as the shoulder length hair that came from the back of her cowl. Looking into his eyes she showed off an open smile as she extended her hand.
“Batgirl, I presume.” He said, not willing to shake her hand.
“Batman, I presume.” She returned.
Commissioner Gordon looked at the impending fight between the two and began to make his way to the door. “I’ll be leaving you two alone.”
“Why were you at the police station last night?” He inquired.
“Same reason why you would’ve been there had you have been.” She snapped back.
“But there is a difference,” he replied.
“That I’m a woman and you’re a man?” she said.
“That I have been training for years to do this.”
“What makes you think that I haven’t?”
“So you have?”
Batman had rarely entrusted his duties to another. Robin was the only person who he ever considered teaming up with but that had only happened after extensive years of combat simulations.
“I’m just trying to help out.”
“And I will commend you for it but this is not just some club anyone with a costume can join.”
“I did pretty well last night.” Batgirl said. In the hot sweaty night Batgirl had a certain smell to her that he couldn’t detect. A light perfume or shampoo that gave her extra appeal. This had not been the first time Batman had let his guard down yet usually it was with someone different. When he first started to become his alter ego, Batman had flirted and occasionally had a passionate kiss with Catwoman – yet she could never compromise he bad side to join forces and be good. Another was Talia, daughter of Dark Lord Ra’s Al Ghul – who may have very well been his true love had she not showed more loyalty to him and not her warp minded father. Last was the woman who he was trying to track down, Poison Ivy, once a great botanical scientist at Gotham University her passion for saving endangered species and her vengeance on those who harm them became too much for her to even be with Batman, thus she became one of his probable assainas,
“Listen, when I have time I will look into seeing if you have what it takes for extensive training, but now I am busy.” Batman said.
“The police, as much as I hate to say this, are not doing their jobs now. You will never have an off night if you work alone, and even if you have a partner you might not.” Batgirl argued.
“That is my choice,” Batman said.
“You can’t think that grim forever,” Batgirl replied. “Listen, I have my inside sources too. I don’t need to follow you to do what my choice is as well.”
“And what about your family and friends, what happens when you are back into the spotlight after being killed by the Joker or maddened by the scarecrow.” Batman said, hoping to knock some since into her.
“Then they would hear the same thing as your family and friends and the people of Gotham, that I died trying to make their life a little better,” Batgirl scowled.
“You’re too young to be doing this,” Batman replied.
“Are you kidding me? Robin was like half of my age when he started.” Batgirl said.
“Why do you wear that costume?” Batman said, pointing out the large insignia.
Batgirl tried to delay some sort of blush, yet between the hot air above the rooftop and dark skies she was sure that he wouldn’t realize.
“Because I have followed you for as long as I can remember, I believe in the same things that you do, and I’m tired of sitting around and just admiring your mission.”
There was a momentary pause between the two who had started talking from a foot and a half away to being practically chest and chest.
“What harm could I do to you and your carreer?” Batgirl asked.
“You could make criminals think that what I do is a joke,” Batman said.
“Or maybe I would make you lose the spotlight. Don’t think you’re not tricking me. You may wear a mask but you are the biggest celebrity in all of Gotham. Aren’t you afraid of losing that?”
“I don’t acknowledge the publicity or I’d be wearing corporate sponsorship on my suit.” Batman grunted.
“So why do you wear the Bat,” she said pointing to his own, smaller Bat symbol.
“Because it called to me,” he said.
“And I’m sure that not everyone was for it when you made that choice to follow that calling,” she continued.
“No but,” Batman stammered.
“So let’s not go against my ideas and get some work done.” She said and walked over to a folder placed on the side of the building. “You may consider this the beginning of my interview if you really think that deep down inside you need to.”
Batman looked at her, she did seem to be more than the bar fight like criminals. She gave him her notes, all were written on a type writer, that meant there could be no handwriting analysis to see who she was. It was on a finger print free paper as well.
“The criminals last night once worked for a Thorpe buisness, now my inside source to the police has said Poison Ivy’s main target is Thorpe after he began talks to buy out all of those forest companies in South America. The men who were in jail were turned into the police after Thorne Plea Bargained with the DA. That means that they might be very less than loyal to him in the near future.”
“I know Ivy, she doesn’t work with henchmen.” Batman smirked shutting her folder.
“ That’s what I thought,” she replied. “Until I read that these men worked as late night delivery drivers to Thorne’s plants.”
“And?” he said, looking confused.
“And their knowledge of the plants, especially safe and door access codes might be important if she would want to bring him down.”
“But Thorne has plants all across Gotham. She would have to break in them all in one night.” Batman raised an eyebrow.
“If no alarms went off they could easily do that.” Batgirl smiled back.
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Almost 20 delivery trucks came into the different Rupert Thorne Factories. Though what they carried were more than likely drugs, stolen electronics, and illegal firearms they usually came out clean every time.
Batman began paying more attention to Batgirl than the crime that may happen. Part of him wandered if she was almost too right. That this could be yet another trap from one of his many enemies. The other was one that began wandering about the relationship between the two.
“So why not join the police force?” Batman asked.
“I uh,” Batgirl hesitated. “I would have like to but my folks were against the idea.”
“Oh,” Batman said looking back into the binoculars.
“So if we are partners now, how much do you want to know about me. Or have you been trying to accumulate clues to get to know who I really am by asking questions?” Batgirl toyed.
“You have to understand Batgirl. Part of me wears this mask to protect myself from my other life,” Batman said.
“It does the same for me,” she returned.
“That is why I don’t think if you realize how serious this is,” he insisted. “For the last few years I have almost been perfect with keeping this secret. Even people who I have trusted my entire life with my friendship and more I do not tell.”
“Why is that?”
“Because should someway the secret come into the wrong hands, I jeopardize anyone who I am close to. I do work with criminals and most of them are mad beyond anyone’s comprehension. They enjoy putting torture into other’s lives.”
Batman’s speech was soon averted, he began to realize that the nipples on his new partner were beginning to point out of her tight spandex, her blue eyes looked at him and suddenly his state of mind grew weary, as if one touch from her would send him to the edge.
Between the long tireless hours of this summer, Batman nor his alter ego had had much time to relieve himself of the sexual tension he had built up inside of him. There had never been time to masturbate, date, or have a quick fling in almost 2 months. These issues did not make the ordinary girl look better because he began to realize beyond the confusion of having a new partner, that she was extremely good looking. Had he been the type of guy who read the adult magazines with porn stars dressed up as superheroines or the websites that manipulated naked bodies to look like them, Batman would probably have chosen Batgirl. There was something appealing to him about an incredible redhead with a great body wearing a uniform similar to his. Maybe it was teenage infatuation on a man who felt older every day but he knew the real reason. It was his encounter with Barbara Gordon earlier that day.
Driving in Alfred’s limo Bruce thought well and hard about calling her out on one of the countless charity auctions for best selling authors or African Art, that way it would seem to be just a normal function to her father. Yet he knew that there would be too many complications in that story line and thought of his black book. Although many would say that both Batman and Bruce Wayne were attracted to blondes due to Catwoman as well as many swimsuit models, Bruce was a closet redhead fan. There was something about the firey personality that one carried, the freckles above their breasts, the cream skin that drove him wild. Many of his better night time experiences with women had been red heads, but when thinking back to all of them none were as sexually fascinating as Barbara. Should he shy away from asking her to a date now, he immediately thought of calling one of his former experiences with red hair and dress up as a librarian in his fantasy room and now that he thought of it, maybe they could slide into a Batgirl costume afterwards.
“It looks like they are here,” Batgirl said as she saw Poison Ivy hop out of the large van and into Thorne’s factory.
Batman came out of his distracted mind and shot up his Bat-hook as the Batgirl stopped for a moment to watch him go by. She took off her yellow glove and began to slide a finger between her lower crotch area. It was completely wet and a bit sticky. She smelled her hand gave a bit of a grossed out look but then gave a naughty smile- put her glove back on – and followed her new partner into the night.
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