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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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Chief O’Hara returned from a meeting with the captains of all the precincts. He boldly announced the new “get tough” policy that was to be enacted immediately. He challenged them to be as aggressive as possible and he pledged to support any officer who may be singled out by the liberal and pansy media. The reaction to his decree was enthusiastic and he received a five-minute ovation at the end of his speech. So excited were they to communicate the message to their force the next morning that a few of the captains chose to bust a few heads of “known” street scum on the way to their favorite tavern.
            Commissioner Gordon was glad that his daughter had finally returned. She didn’t say where she had been when she called to inform him that she was back but her voice sounded peaceful and quite content. He wondered if she finally met the man who would settle her down. He sat in their usual booth at the diner downstairs form her apartment waiting for her to meet him. When she walked in her eyes went directly to him and she flashed a broad smile that reminded him of her mother. It did not take much effort for her to make him feel better and as she approached he felt slightly embarrassed at how much he really loved her.
            He had planned on skipping the pleasantries and wasting no time in telling her of his plans for retirement but once she sat down he realized that he was more interested in her. “So, young lady, you look wonderful. Where did you spirit off to this time?”
            Barbara did not like to lie to her father if she could avoid it so usually she chose to be evasive or diversionary, “Oh, Daddy, nowhere more special than sitting here with you.”
            “Is that so? Well, little girl, you look positively fulfilled. Are you back with Bruce or is there a new man I should know about?”
            “Bruce? Lord, no. I just went to a seminar of sorts where I learned a lot and met some interesting people.”
            “A seminar can make you look that satisfied? What on earth could it have been about?”
            “I guess you could say it focused on real urban life in the inner city,” she began and returning to her tactics of distraction she asked,” but enough about me, you are the one who wanted to tell me something. Is everything alright?”
            He proceeded to outline his thinking over the past few weeks carefully omitting his liaisons with Catwoman and the Siren and his lust for Batgirl. As her father went on Barbara realized he had not thought his retirement through. She wanted to tell him it was the wrong time and the wrong reasons for change. However, he seemed determined. She decided to at least distract him from acting to precipitously. “I think there is merit to what you want to do and, as I have said before, nothing would make me happier to share my blessings with you. However, you haven’t completed your homework. Retiring is only half of the act. You must have a plan for what you would do in your spare time. You are only 55 years old, Daddy. There is a lot that you can do: travel, take up new hobbies, golf, whatever. Why don’t you think about it and we can talk about your options over the next couple of weeks.”
            “I am so glad I spoke to you first, honey. You always see things so clearly. I will do that. To think having homework at my age.”
            Barbara knew that a few weeks would turn into a few months and then a few years. She just had to accept the fact that her father would go to his grave wearing his shield.
            Leaving the diner, Barbara wondered how she should deal with the other men in her life. Lawrence called, wanting desperately to see her and explain his disappearance. She wanted to see him also but was wary of investing too much emotionally. And what about her relationship with Shaft? Were they dating? Having sex was not dating but they seemed to have connected on other levels as well. Yet, he did not even know who she was. He screwed Batgirl. Could she manage two relationships with each of her personas? Her life, she concluded, was too weird to think about, she should just see how it evolves.
            She agreed to meet Lawrence at his townhouse where he promised her a nice, romantic dinner. After being cooped up for so many days Barbara would have preferred a restaurant but she was cognizant of his desire for privacy and being seen out with her would have prompted an unwanted paparazzi frenzy. She was getting the homebody life she always wanted. She did decide, however, that whatever his excuse Lawrence was not getting any action tonight. First of all, because he didn’t deserve it after virtually abandoning her and second, because she had agreed with the Commissioner to be on stand-by duty since Batman was out of town. Dinner would have to be a quick affair.
            He greeted her at the door himself and immediately began to talk about the books he read since they last saw each other. Given the number of titles he was spewing off you would thing that it had been years not months since they talked. That was Lawrence, though and he wasn’t even showing off. He probably omitted a few books. As he talked about different plot summaries and styles she took a good look at him and realized that whatever physical attraction she felt had faded or needed a serious jumpstarting. He just looked so frail and sickly. Barbara regrouped her thoughts toward his direction and rejoined him in conversation.
            As he went on Barbara realized that he still had not told her where he had been or why he did not call. She kept waiting for him to get to that point but he always found a way to transition to a different topic. She decided she would ask him during dinner.
            Dinner was an elegant affair, candlelit and intimate. His butler who seemed to be the only servant in the house served them. ‘What is it with these billionaire playboys and their trusted butlers?’ thought Barbara. The wine particularly complemented the venison they were eating and before she knew it Barbara was on her third glass. Normally, that might have made her slightly tipsy but she was beginning to feel completely out of control. She set her glass on the table and tried to focus on what Lawrence was saying now. He was talking about sports, which was an odd topic for him to cover. The next thing she knew Barbara was standing up and walking across the table toward Pierce. Almost like an outer body experience Barbara was helplessly as she witnessed herself unbuttoning her blouse and presenting her breasts in Lawrence’s face.
            “Barbara, can’t this wait for later?” he asked dispassionately.
            “No, no, no because you ain’t gittin’any tonight, loverboy.”
            “Ain’t? Gittin’? Loverboy? Barbara, really, you should watch your grammar.”
            She couldn’t believe what she was hearing from her own mouth. She should be the one resisting him. Barbara pulled him up from his care with a force that surprised and frightened Pierce. “I’ll show you proper diction, young man.” While she was speaking she felt as if she was slurring her words but they sounded normal. Her actions were slurred though and she fumbled for his belt and zipper. Releasing his pants from any restraints she pulled them down with his underwear to his ankles. She fell to her knees and looked directly at his stiffened equipment. It took her a moment to realize he was fully erect because just based on size he looked like one of the boys’ penises she saw at summer camp many years ago. Still feeling rowdy and incredibly aroused she stood back up and dropped her own slacks. She sat him down at his chair again and lowered herself onto his modest offering.
            After sliding up and down his penetration a few times and barely feeling him inside of her Barbara performed an about face and opened herself up to him again from a rear angle. Still, his penetration offered no satisfaction for the loving she was craving. So with his dick (that looked fragile, too) still inside her vagina she licked two of her fingers and began to rub her clit. This finally was bringing some relief. Barbara increased the pressure with which she was rubbing herself as well as the velocity. With each stroke she began to feel more and more turned on and started caressing her breasts over her bra to increase the pleasure. Soon she was beginning to churn harder and faster hoping that Lawrence would keep up. What she failed to realize was that he had already come and was sitting idly as she masturbated. The welling inside her was coming to a boiling point and with two tugs at her clit with her thumb and middle finger she began to have an orgasm and screaming out Lawrence’s name. He was smart enough to realize she was just being kind and he sat there emotionless and expressionless as Barbara thrashed on his lap. The following morning Barbara would wake up in his bed with a splitting headache and barely able to recall anything beyond the dinner from the night before. She sensed they had sex but was too embarrassed to admit she couldn’t remember it.
            When she returned home to her apartment the following morning, Barbara popped a few aspirins and thought about hitting the streets as Batgirl for a rare daytime appearance. When she entered the secret closet in her bedroom she immediately noticed the message light flashing on her computer monitor. A while back she had arranged with Batman to have emergency messages forwarded from the Batcave if he could not respond. It sent a message to her computer, which in turn notified her through a pager in her utility belt. “Oh my God, how could I have forgotten?” lamented the suffering crime fighter.
            She dreaded going to the Commissioner’s office after such a gaffe but understood her responsibility and changed as fast as her throbbing head would allow. The trip to City Hall on her Batcycle was a double-edged sword. The noise amplified her the pain but the wind in her face brought fresh relief. Fifteen feet from the Commissioner’s door she started a slight jog. Batgirl wanted to convey a sense of urgency and she did not want the Commissioner or worse Chief O’ Hara to suspect she wasn’t one hundred percent. She burst in his office, “Commissioner, Chief what is the emergency?”
            “It’s past an emergency and more like history now, Batgirl. Thanks for finally gracing us with your presence,” O’Hara delivered with hateful sarcasm.
            “Batgirl, I’m glad you’re here,” offered the Commissioner who had come to ignore his chief’s disparages toward her, “we had a major break-in at the Gotham Library last night. I’m afraid some priceless books and artifacts were stolen.”
            “The library?” Batgirl’s heart sunk. Not only was she (literally) sleeping on the job but her own backyard was terrorized. Nervously she continued, “what was taken?”
            Chief O’ Hara went through a devastating list of items. Many of the books were ones that she was instrumental in acquiring. All the satisfaction she felt she had made toward a cultural contribution evaporated in one reckless night.
            “Any…any clues?” she stammered.
            “Well, sort of,” the Chief continued, “the thief left behind a library card, an authentic Gotham City library card, issued to a Mr. Bookworm. Of course, library files have no record of its issuance.”
            “Gentlemen, I will get on this right away,” Batgirl promised, “Mr. Bookworm will be apprehended.
            As a parting shot O’ Hara added, “Aah, maybe you should wait until Batman returns.” Batgirl just glared at him and left.
            Batgirl’s research unearthed other crimes, many actually, that the Bookworm had committed all with the trademark library card personalized from each of the libraries he vandalized. This was just his first time victimizing Gotham City. Looking at the portfolio of his work she had to concede that his selections were brilliant. He stole books that were singularly rare. Valuing them in the market would be impossible. He must be taking them for himself she thought.
Always the librarian Batgirl cross-referenced the stories from many angles and noticed quite by accident that Lawrence had been at many of the locations at around the same time where libraries were hit. “If he wasn’t with me last night, I would have to suspect him,” she thought.
Hoping that the Bookworm might still be in town, Batgirl decided to plan a trap. Being a bibliophile of means she had acquired quite an enviable collection of rare books herself. She decided to announce in light of the recent burglaries that she was going to entrust to the books to Batgirl who would be taking them to the First Gotham City Bank for safekeeping. She made sure that several important details would be leaked.
To her surprise that night on television a spokeswoman for the Bookworm was speaking to reporters. She was beautiful young lady wearing tight clothes highlighting a wonderful figure. She concluded her remarks by announcing, “Batgirl is irrelevant, the Bookworm would be checking out Miss Gordon’s literary jewels shortly.”
“It’s bad enough that he is depriving the world of important pieces of literature but challenging me directly…I’ll show him,” she groused.
On the other coast Bruce Wayne watched the summary newscast on ZNN and thought, “Bookworm’s spokeswoman, I know that face, where have I seen it? “ He pondered the puzzle for some time as he searched his databases for dirt on Lawrence Pierce. He had been searching for days for some tidbit of information in order to discredit him in front of Barbara. It was petty he knew, but he could not think of anything else to win her back. Then while staring at the obvious on his computer screen, the whole big picture dawned on him, “that woman, it’s Miss Limpet!” Batgirl was being set up. Lawrence Pierce was the Bookworm. He had to get back and save her.
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