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Batman opened his eyes. Quick where am I. What do I last remember? He remembered his encounter with Catwoman. With post-coital hindsight he regretted his actions and the awkward position it left him in. What happened? My God, Catwoman was ramming me with a dildo. How did it end? Where is she? He raised his head to assess his situation. He was no longer bound. His briefs were up at his waist and his Batbelt lay across his stomach, folded over. This is so odd. He began to prop himself up to see around him better when he noticed Batgirl, sitting on a table across from him and just staring at him.
“Hello, Batman,” she greeted in a real casual and neighborly tone. She had removed her cape and had it tied across her torso. It reminded him of how women wrap a towel around themselves coming out of a shower. It covers just enough to protect their modesty. Oh yeah, when I arrived her costume was in tatters. How did she get loose? I don’t remember freeing her. Why does she have that quirky expression on her face?
“Batgirl, give me an assessment of our situation,” he commanded.
“Well, the police just left about ten minutes ago with Catwoman and her henchman in tow.”
“The police, they were in here?” Did they see me unconscious and exposed?
“No, after I knocked Catwoman out. I tied her up and worked on disabling her henchmen. Given your situation and the size of the gang I thought it best to leave them outside for the police rather than have them poke around here and seeing you—like that.” There it was that stupid smirk again.
“How many were there?” he continued.
“Nine, plus Catwoman.”
“You took on nine, by yourself?” He did not want to sound disbelieving but it was an ambitious number to take on—in any situation.
“I think my attire served as a helpful distraction, not too unlike yours.” Now she was outright smiling almost laughing at him.
“Batgirl, what is it? What is so amusing?”
“You tell me, Bat (cough).” Did she say BatWayne? No, I’m still groggy. Okay sit up. Go over all the details from the beginning. Have her in fill in where there are gaps. Hey, what’s that in her hand? Batman’s reality broadsided him abruptly. My cowl, she has my cowl!
“Is this yours, Bruce?” She held up his greatest secret in her hand. He jumped off the table and snatched it from her gloved hand. He pulled it over his face and secured it into place.
“So, is this the deal? You don’t want me taking off your mask but the first opportunity you have you go right for it.” He was fuming.
“I’m afraid not, Bru—Batman. Catwoman helped herself to the honor.”
“Catwoman?” He was alarmed. “So, she knows, too?”
“No, I was able to knock her out before she saw you.” Batgirl then gave him a detailed chronological account of the events and her actions. “My interests were in protecting you. I did not put your mask back on because I did not want to deceive you by pretending not to know what I do.”
“Now that you know my secret identity will you share yours with me?”
“I don’t think so. If you can figure it out, God bless you. But I am not going to give up mine just because your dick got the best of you.”
“How can I be sure that I can trust you?”
“Batman, if I wanted, I could have marched half of a precinct through here while you were unconscious. Instead I distracted the location of the capture to keep people away. I don’t care whether you trust me or not, but I will not reveal what I know to anyone.” They talked for a bit longer then awkwardly decided to call it a night. Before parting, Batgirl asked, “when shall we meet up again?”

The next morning Batman summoned her in her apartment on her spare radio. He asked that she meet him at the Commissioner’s office immediately. On her bike she mused that they probably wanted to give her a citation for reeling in the infamous Catwoman. She was excited but cautioned herself not to appear too proud. Upon arriving she found the atmosphere in the office somber.
“Batgirl,” the Commissioner called out. The pleasantries were omitted. “When you apprehended Catwoman last night, did you read her her rights?”
“I’m not sure,” she said as racked her memory, “didn’t one of the arresting officers do it?”
“It doesn’t matter if the arresting officer did it,” O’Hara answered, “since you are now deputized agent of the Gotham City police you, as the apprehending officer, were required to Mirandize her as soon as you started cuffing her. Since you didn’t, you blew the bust.”
“I don’t understand Chief. You mean she free?”
“And laughing at us I suppose. Consequently, we had to drop all existing charges we had outstanding against her. She got a free pass.”
Batgirl felt her stomach turn with sickness. “I had no idea. I thought the Gotham criminal code allowed for any officer to read her rights to her.”
“Well, you were wrong.” O’Hara sounded almost glad that she messed up preferring her blunder to a captured Catwoman.
“We were caught off guard as well, Batgirl,” the Commissioner piped in. “It appears there is a state law that supercedes the City ordinance in very specific circumstances, with your situation being one of them. Her high priced lawyer spent the night giving the Chief and the DA a lesson in the law.”
“At least we know who she is now. I can tail her. When she commits another crime and I’m sure she will, we can swoop down and arrest her properly.” Batgirl desperately wanted to salvage this.
“I’m afraid you are wrong on that count, too,” O’Hara added, “the first thing her attorney did was obtain a restraining order forbidding us to unmask her until he proved his case. So, when he did, she left here laughing and still anyone’s guess as to who she is.”
Batgirl felt dejected. Her first big nab was worthless and oh, what she and Batman had to go through to get to that point. Batman. Where was he? “Excuse me, gentlemen. Where is Batman?”
“Oh he had to cancel at the last minute, why?” the Commissioner answered and asked.
“No reason.” Batgirl was momentarily distracted. “Chief, would you excuse the Commissioner and I for a moment?” O’Hara began to say no but the Commissioner signaled him away.
“Commissioner,” Batgirl began, “my omission was inexcusable and I would like to offer you my resignation. I will stop my activity immediately.”
“Nonsense, Batgirl, I do not accept it.” He came around from his desk and leaned back against the front of it. “Do you know how many times Batman screwed up in the beginning. I think we lost two for every one he brought in. His rough antics still causes the DA sleepless nights. Nevertheless, I want him around because he has drive and commitment. And I sense you do as well. Losing you would be too great of a hole for my department to fill.”
“Thank you, Commissioner.” She almost said ‘Daddy’. It will be my honor to continue to working under you for Gotham City.” The conversation paused.
“Batgirl,” all of the sudden Gordon’s demeanor became uncomfortable and unsure, “would you care to have a cup of coffee with me sometime?”
“Coffee?” Where was this going thought Batgirl.
“Yes, you know you and I could sit back and get to know each other a little better and enjoy each other’s company.” He looked sincerely into her eyes. She had no idea how to react. Another consequence she had never planned on when donning the costume.
“Er, Commissioner, I’m not sure that would be such a good idea, since I do report to you and, well, I have a few reservations about working relationships, and…”
“That’s okay, Batgirl. I understand. I’m probably twice your age and you probably favor someone more dashing, like Batman.” His expression looked crushed. She hated to see her father in pain.
“The thing is, Da-aaa—excuse me—that I, you see, Commissioner, I have another life. And in that life I have someone special in it. It wouldn’t be fair to see someone on the side in my alter ego.” She was lying but it was the only way she knew how to get out of this.
“Of course, I understand. Forget I ever brought it up.”
Batgirl turned to leave and turned around again to face him. “Commissioner, I can tell you, in all honesty and in my deepest heart, if the circumstances in our lives were different I would consider myself the luckiest girl to go out with you.” He smiled and she could tell his spirits were lifted.

Barbara sat in her apartment and tried to rework her agenda for the day after the morning’s meeting at police headquarters altered it. It gave her a reason to cancel some of the things she did not want to do anyway and other things she could rearrange. One was her appointment to work out with Selina again. She gave her a call but she was in a meeting. Barbara was worried about Bruce/Batman. She knew he had issues to start with but after last night she was not sure how he would react. She was not sure how to approach him. As Batgirl, he would resent her help. As Barbara, she had limited opportunities to run into him. She would come up with something.

In her office, Selina was talking to Ramon, her personal cameraman. “We have to step it up. The crimes we have been committing are low rent. If I am to control this City I need network exposure. To get that exposure I need to own it. I need more capital. Millions more. The syndicate we have now will get us there too slowly and what I can influence right now is limited to one story at a time.”
“How do you recommend doing it?” Ramon inquired. “Cat-baby, we have a good thing here. With you informing the people of Catwoman’s mastery over the police and the Bat’s, they don’t trust any authorities. Just wait. Soon they will break and look for you as their leader.”
“Ramon, this is America. Revolutions are not won by bloodshed here. They are won in the media. How do you think we Latino’s are kept down so effectively? Are we not as intelligent? Can we not rule as effectively?”
“Sure, we’re the best. Be patient, it will come.”
“I am not where I am today because I am patient, Ramon. No, we need capital and I know how we will get it. What causes companies to be worth billions? Their knowledge, their potential. What if we were to acquire the secrets of one of the most promising companies in the market? What if we had the secrets of WayneTech?”
“What would we do with computer secrets? We do not know how to run computers.” Ramon did not understand where his leader was taking them.
“We don’t want them for ourselves, although it may help our operations. No, it gives us options. What would other companies pay to have WayneTech secrets? What do you think a billionaire like Bruce Wayne would pay to get his software back? Everything. Without that computer knowledge he’s got nothing. He’d liquidate his fortune just so he could hope to build it back.”
“Yeah, but Selina, how are we going to do it? I can’t figure out a way to take something if I don’t know what it is I’m looking for.” Ramon was getting a bit more excited about the scheme but he still had doubts.
“You leave that to me, Ramon. If I can get to Bruce Wayne, I can get to the rest.”

Barbara was finally able to reach Selina. Canceling their appointment posed no problem for the newswoman and they rescheduled for later in the week. Barbara asked her if she intended to lambaste Gotham’s crime fighters again in the news but Selina replied that the task was being assigned to someone else. Her new assignment, she told Barbara, was to do a profile on Bruce Wayne. When asked for suggestions on how to approach him, Barbara recommended she go through Alfred, Bruce’s personal manservant and confidante. Later, Barbara reflected on her advice to Selina and thought that they would make a good couple. If she left them alone maybe something would flourish between them.

That night Batgirl and Batman ran into each other unexpectedly around the midnight hour. The encounter was awkward and the conversation stilted. Batgirl had trouble looking at Batman and thinking of Bruce Wayne underneath. He was devastated by the imbalance in knowledge. It made him appear less confident. Batgirl tried to reach out to him and even thought about unmasking herself to set things right but she ultimately decided not to. His problems ran much deeper and if he were to better himself, she reckoned, this would be a good start. She advised him to take a night off but he would hear nothing of it. They parted with no agreed plan to check in with each other soon.
Batman’s night further deteriorated when, on a routine collar, he was clocked by a roundhouse right that sent him sprawling backwards. He was slow to get up and the thug kicked him in the ribs finding a seam in his body armor. He writhed in pain as the criminal laughed, spit on him, and ran. He decided he had had enough.

Barbara Gordon’s suggestion to reach Bruce Wayne through Alfred was spot on. Selina decided the best way to get inside Bruce Wayne was to work her way in through Wayne Manor. Sure, as a reporter she could interview him and allow him to seduce her. However, he may be on guard and not allow her to get too close. Further, even if successful, it would point the finger of blame in her direction. She decided to go under cover and what better way than becoming one of her sources—the domestic help who tended to know the most about their employers. An “accident” caused one of the maids to call in sick for an extended leave and without delay the agency sent a replacement, a role Selina knew all too well how to play. Her mother spent many thankless years toiling for rich people only to beaten savagely by one after being falsely accused of stealing. Instead of offering a settlement the bastard chose to call on connections and have a change made to her residential status. Soon, she was deported, sent back broke and broken. Selina’s life was dedicated to breaking the family string of working for others.
As a reporter it was easy to manufacture a resume for any role and soon she was receiving a tour of the Manor and an outline of her tasks. She and all other staff were restricted from the study. Alfred was the only one entitled to enter. Accommodations would be made for her in the servants quarters-off of the main house, she was free to leave the estate during her free time but she like all house staff was required to be back by 10:00PM. She had a genuine nervousness at first that became excitement when she was introduced to Alfred. The way the other staff spoke about him there was no question that the hierarchy began with him. Although articulate enough to broadcast the news, she reverted back to her native accent to appear less threatening.
“Miss Octavio, is it? Welcome aboard. I trust you have been shown around and understand you responsibilities adequately, hmm? You are younger and prettier than I asked the agency for—Mr. Wayne is a lady’s man after all—but your credentials appear impeccable. I do not wish you luck here, rather I expect excellence.”
“Jes, Meester Alfred, thank you very much.” He came on strong but Selina knew she could handle him easily. Just give me a few days she thought as she planned her strategy. Before he left, Selina noticed Alfred look back at her once more before exiting. She nodded vulnerably thinking he should be the one to be careful.

Barbara looked forward to her rescheduled workout with Selina that evening. Without Batman on the prowl her workload doubled. Catwoman’s gang upped their rate and executed jobs every night, sometimes multiple jobs on the same night. As the numbers grew she could not keep pace. She needed Batman but when she when she tried to reach him on the Batphone he did not answer. When she went to see him as Barbara at Wayne Manor Alfred told her that he was unavailable. This workout would be a welcome relief to her hectic schedule.
Selina was a bit late blaming a last minute meeting. Barbara asked her if she spoke to Bruce Wayne yet but she responded that she had not had the opportunity to arrange anything yet. Since she had already changed into her workout gear, Barbara took advantage of watching Selina strip down and change into her outfit.
“What I wouldn’t give to have your body,” she commented.
“Please, Barbara, I am sure many a man finds you very fine indeed,” Selina sent back. Their flirtations came out in mutual compliments and the longer a conversation went on, the more suggestive they became.
Once again they worked out hard building up a determined sweat and challenging each other at each machine, each routine. They finally left the gym for the locker room with an invigorated drain.
“That,” Barbara began, “was even fiercer than last work out.” She pulled her lycra top off revealing breasts reddened with the exertion that flushed her face. Released they jiggled but never drooped.
“Somehow you bring out the fighter in me, Babe,” Selina shot back opting to remove her bottoms. Barbara loved looking at Selina’s pussy. It somehow looked like how womanhood should look. Selina could feel Barbara’s eyes on her. She looked back and, somewhat taken aback by being caught, Barbara silently removed her bottoms as well and stood completely naked before her.
Selina stole a glance and then another. She could not believe her eyes. Barbara’s pussy was now mostly shaven save for a small patch of hair just at the top of her slit. It was the exact same trim she had given Batgirl a week earlier. There couldn’t be two. “Barbara, you’ve been holding out on me.”
“What’s that, Selina?”
“Bar-bar-a Gordon, explain yourself,” she playfully demanded as she boldly touched and yanked the sparse hair of her workout partner’s nether region.
“Oh yeah that,” she blushed. How could she explain it? She was amazed that the shaving was so close that none of the hair had grown back yet. Would it always be like that? “It’s just a spontaneous thing that kind of happened,” she tried to explain.
“Did you do it yourself?” Selina asked.
“Eh, no, I had help.” How could she end this?
“Care to share with me who the lucky person was?” Selina pushed more.
Barbara paused. Maybe this would be a good time to tell her about her other life. Did she know her well enough yet? She certainly was attracted to her as if they had a bond. Caution ruled though. “Maybe some other time. Let’s shower.”
“Well I think it’s cute,” and with that Selina tested her limits further by reaching down to touch it again while gently stroking her finger across Barbara’s clitoris. The effect was immediate arousal. Barbara wanted to jump her bones.
“Selina, you are a fiend,” Barbara moaned.
“Yes, I’ve heard that before,” and walked into the showers.
Barbara followed almost possessed. Under the driving waters they soaped up and rinsed locking eyes during the entire process. Barbara wanted to enjoy the same pleasure she recently felt from another woman but did not know how to approach it with Selina. Selina was seeking the same although for different motives. If I can get back to her apartment I can knock her out and search the place for the conclusive evidence I need. What a story: Barbara Gordon, Commissioner’s librarian daughter, is Batgirl! Maybe I could buy the station with that soundbite.
After dressing, Barbara suggested they go for a drink. To her delight, Selina suggested getting a bottle of wine and meeting her at Barbara’s building. This was working out nicely—they would be together in no time. She grabbed her things, made sure Selina had the address, and left ahead of her to clean up the perpetual mess. Barbara said she wanted it to look presentable but deep down she wanted it to look romantic.
Selina could not believe her luck. She would expose Batgirl and steal the WayneTech secrets. Wayne! What time was it? She looked at her watch and realized she would not have enough time to accomplish what she wanted this evening and return in time to her quarters at Wayne Manor. “That’s okay, Selina. You know what you want and you know how to get it. Rrrrrouw.” Suddenly, she looked less alluring and more dangerous. She dialed Barbara’s mobile phone and offered excuses.

At Wayne Manor, Selina’s diligence and work ethic were evident immediately. She only had to be told something once and she completed her tasks without shortcuts. The rest of the staff found her agreeable. Now was the time to start working on Alfred. Whenever she had the opportunity she managed to make some idle conversation or comment on his handsome features. Despite their age or sexual preference (she wasn’t sure about Alfred) all men loved to be complimented. One evening when she knew Bruce Wayne was home she managed to find herself alone in the kitchen with Alfred. She offered him an apple.
“No thank you, Miss Octavio, I quite prefer other fruits.”
“I’ll bet you do,” was what she thought but it came out, “well then what I can I offer you?”
“I think I will take a kiwi.”
His choice had surprised Selina but she had prepared well—the whole bowl of fruit was laced with a hypnotic coating. He precisely skinned the fruit and began eating it. He clearly enjoyed it.
“Are you enjoying it Alfie, baby?”
He looked at her queerly. Did she say Alfie? “Yes, it is most succulent,” was his reply. Soon he was a standing zombie, waiting for instruction. Selina did not waste time. She questioned him for Bruce Wayne’s whereabouts. He responded that he was upstairs in the bath and that he was expected to bring his towels to him shortly. Selina asked him if he would be shocked if she delivered them. He responded, “It would be most unusual but lately, he has not been his normal self. I can’t truly say.”
Selina decided to risk it and rely on her natural sexuality and ability to act innocently. She looked at herself in the mirror. The outfit certainly wasn’t French maid but her figure did not make it androgynous either. She found the towels upstairs and walked nonchalantly into the bathroom. Despite her preparations to the contrary, it was difficult not to stop and check him out. She had never seen him in person but on TV or in magazines he looked handsome but not knock down gorgeous. He always looked good in a suit, which she attributed to expert tailoring but now, reclining naked in the tub she saw that it was the muscular frame of his body that gave him definition. Through the soapiness of the water she could also see that this was one millionaire that could attract as many women with his dick as his money. He was huge while totally flaccid. She stood there stupidly.
“Excuse me, can I help you?” he asked with more distance than annoyance.
“Sorry, Meester Wayne, Meester Alfred asked me to bring these up to you,” she tried to keep the Spanish accent thick.
“He did?” Wayne asked suspiciously, “why couldn’t he bring them up himself?”
“He said he was indis-a-pos-ed, Meester Wayne.” Was this working she questioned herself.
“Set them down on the chair. Yo no conosco. ¿Como se llama?”
“My name is Gabriela Anita Teresa Octavio, Meester Wayne.”
He then proceeded to start talking to her in Spanish with a fluency influenced by European accent but excellent for a gringo. Further, the way he was rambling indicated that he understood it naturally, he was not just showing off. She stood there listening but not knowing how to react, not knowing if she should offer to excuse herself. He covered a range of topics and began a descantation on comparative Latin literature. Selina could tell that not only had she read the books but read them in their native language. He asked her if she had read any of the authors he mentioned. She wasn’t sure if it was a test. After determining that she really was Hispanic maybe he was trying to trap her by exposing her education and pedigree. Clearly a woman as educated as she would not be working as a maid. But he had so many good and original ideas and opinions, many that she shared many that she would love to debate. He asked her a question about her reading habits.
“No, Señor Wayne, me gusta leer, pero sólo tengo tiempo para las novelas románticas.”
He continued on with his thoughts that she found increasingly difficult to not comment on. She opted for a diversion. “Meester Wayne, is there anything else?”
“Yes, would you mind soaping my back?”
That was bold she thought. Nevertheless, she grabbed a bar of soap—a nice sweetly scented soap—off the ledge of the tub and softly made circles on his broad back with it. Maybe this would be the way to seduce him—let him think he was seducing her. She had to admit though that she liked the sense of strength she felt coming from his body. At first he was silent and she did not know if she should take the lead. Then began speaking again by reciting Latin poetry—Pablo Neruda—softly. The distance in his voice made the poems all the more sensuous. She continued to soap his back becoming entranced by the cadence of his voice. Maybe after all these years, she thought, he’s the one. He is sensitive, intelligent, fabulously rich…just then the soap fell over the front of his shoulder and down his chest into the water. Moving in split second reactive time, Selina instinctively reached down for it. Only her fishing did not produce the soap rather she had his penis in her hand. Unlike her normal persona she was embarrassed. She began to immediately apologize but she did not let it go right away. His reaction was coolly mechanical.
“It seems that lately I have been surrounded by aggressive women who seem to want a piece of me. Are you one also?”
Selina did not understand his question. “I’m so sorry Meester Wayne. Please don’t fire me.”
“What happened to the good old days when a man could make the first move?” Selina was perplexed what was he talking about? He continued, “Fire you? No. Maybe you should just finish what you start.” His voice rose as he completed his sentence and without warning he reached behind and grabbed Selina by the back of the neck and pulled her toward the water. The force almost lifted her off her feet and succeeded into pulling her into the tub with him. “Is it my cock? Is that what you want?”
“Please Meester Wayne”
“Shut up! Quit talking and start working.” He then forced her head under the water and placed his dick into her mouth. Still holding the back of her neck he began moving her head back and forth. She was still under water. Selina was not sure what to do. She was put in an awkward position but she felt she still had an out. He kept her head under water and she opened her eyes to better survey her predicament. Her mouth was still on his penis and it was beginning to stiffen. She instinctively began working the member. A few more strokes and I’ll come up for air, she thought. Only he did not let her. He kept her head under the water and forced her to continue sucking him. Selina began to fell woozy and was searching for an out. He won’t let me die. The water element had her confused.
Finally, he pulled her head up out of the water. She gasped desperately as her eyes bulged. Two breaths were all he allowed before he forced her back under. This time it was even more uncomfortable. His cock had grown and it was deep into her throat. She had taken in men this large before but she had always been in control. With his size and control he was choking her. She came up with the idea to make him come as quickly as possible and actually work harder on his dick to make it happen. Only he held out. I can’t take much more she thought dizzily. If I bite it off I am liable to suffocate anyway. Why is he doing this? I’m fading…so much for my plans to expose Batgirl, make it rich, enjoy my power…I can’t believe this playboy has beaten me…
Just as her consciousness began to slip he yanked her head up again. She was too weak to gasp but still alive to breathe. In one motion he ripped of her uniform and threw her limp body over the side of the tub so she knelt in it with her stomach straddling the edge and her face kissing the marble. He pulled her panties down to her knees then took his engorged penis and rammed it up her anus. She was unprepared for the intrusion and his massive size. She screamed but that only served to make him more excited. This man is raping me and I, the conqueror of Batman and Batgirl, am helpless. He thrust violently with grunting and ranting. He made comments about teaching someone a lesson but in her fog she could not make out to whom he was referring. He pulled out of her so abruptly it made a popping sound and he moved her body around to take him in her mouth again. She was too weak to accommodate him and his gizm burst all over her face. He let go of her and climbed out of the tub. “I’ll be right back” is all he said as she slid back into the water.
This time she had barely fallen under when he picked her up and held her in his arms blanketed by a towel the size of a sheet. He carefully wrapped her in it and gently pat her dry. Once again she felt secure, so secure she felt like purring. How could that be? This man just violated me. What kind of wacko is he? Still in his arms he carried her over to his bed and set her down upon the satin sheets. The two levels of treatment were so different she began to doubt the first encounter. Then she felt her throbbing anus and knew the first happened as well.
Wayne peeled away the towel and delicately removed her torn pantyhose and any other scraps of clothing. She lay there completely naked looking up to him. What would he do next? She saw that he was stiff again and could not believe it. This guy is Superman. He stroked her hair and with a wave of passion she felt her spirit returning. They proceeded to make love tenderly and joyously. She was able to enjoy the feeling of his girth that complemented the length of his magnificent penis. Their union was almost perfect. Soon after each came, they fell asleep.
Selina awoke first. She had no idea what time it was. She looked around the bathroom for her uniform. In it she had her cat lipstick which would force Bruce Wayne to tell her the truth to questions she asked. It would also keep him unconscious a while longer. She applied it flawlessly. Selina nudged Bruce awake and he groggily responded, “What, what is it?”
“I just wanted to kiss you, silly.” He grunted a response but did not fight off her advance. Selina did not want to waste too much time and began asking him questions about his wealth and the numbers to his Swiss accounts. He replied without hesitation although it was difficult to understand him because he was so far anesthetized. She asked him a few more questions to ensure the veracity of his responses. Then she asked him, “where do you keep the secrets?”
He responded, “Secrets…so many secrets.”
“Yes, Bruce, but where do you keep the most valuable ones?”
“In the study…under Shakespeare’s bust…”
“What? What does that mean?”
“The head moves…the head moves and there is a switch for a secret panel.”
“Thank you Mr. Wayne.” She had what she thought she needed—Waynetech’s secrets. Her ego forced her to ask one more question, “by the way, with whom did you have the best sex ever?” She was waiting to hear her made up name but his response floored her.
“Catwoman…Catwoman gave me the best sex.”
She stormed out of the room misinterpreting his remarks and not yet knowing the true meaning of what he said. “I can’t believe he knew it was me all along. How did he know?”

Barbara had planned on taking the night off but at the last minute decided she would grace the City with Batgirl’s presence after all. She did not know what Batman’s schedule was and she had to fight off the urge to call Wayne Manor to find out. She wondered how many other people knew of Batman's secret. Obviously, Dick Grayson knew. That was a no brainer to figure out Robin’s true identity. Maybe his butler, Alfred, yes definitely, Alfred. Daddy once said that a nice British chap often answered the phone for Batman. Who else knew? Did it matter? Suddenly, she felt a bit remorseful that she did not have anyone to share her secret with. Who would she tell? Out of obligation she would eventually tell Batman. Her father? Never. He would worry too much. Selina? Maybe. She had never been too good at forming tight girlfriend relationships but this seemed to be going well. The way she touched me at the gym, Barbara thought, she might be my lover. Who knows? It sure felt good when Catwoman had her way. Wouldn’t the idea of me with another woman make Daddy faint?

Selina grabbed a pair of sweat pants and a shirt from Bruce’s closet and proceeded to work her way through the mansion and down to the study. Surprisingly, it was not locked but given the way that most of the staff blindly and faithfully obeyed orders it wasn’t too much of a shock. She entered and began prowling around relying on her preternatural night vision. Of course, she had control of the house and such stealth wasn’t necessary but it felt good nevertheless. On a table behind a leather sofa she saw the Shakespeare bust. Looking under the table she saw a small transmitter. “That must control the sliding door. I wonder which wall it is?” She touched the surface of the bust lightly and softly felt around for a break. It wasn’t difficult. The head rolled back leaving two buttons to choose. “Open and close or yes and booby-trap?” She decided the odds were worth a chance. Sure enough the wall behind her slid open exposing two poles similar to a firehouse. “Well, isn’t this intriguing? An underground vault, what could he possibly have under there?” Emboldened by her first choice she walked to the pole wrapped one leg around it and slid down. Looking down she saw that the pole went fairly deep but there was a first landing. “Let’s explore this first,” she said as she stopped herself and jumped off. It was darker than the study but soon a light automatically illuminated with a gradual incandescence. What appeared did not register at first. “Is this a vault for his costume parties,” she thought. Then she noticed all the costumes were the same and all the costumes were for Batman. The realization and excitement almost made her lose her magnificent sense of balance. She actually felt nervous and had the feeling of wanting to pee in her pants. She spun around and went to the costumes all on hangers. She pulled them off and looked at them and put them back on the rack as if shopping. “This cannot be,” she kept repeating out loud, “this cannot be.”
She looked down the pole and said, “Well, if these are the Bat costumes, that must be the Batcave. It must be worth a look.” This time she jumped to the pole and slid down with abandon, softly landing on the cushioned bottom. She ran around like a child with boundless energy. Stopping and looking around she was slightly intimidated by its vastness and noticed that there was a real lonely feel to the place. She cursed herself for not knowing enough about computers to sabotage his Bat-databases but she knew she already had all the aces. Batman and Batgirl uncovered in the same week. What other arch villain could boast that?
Not wanting to be discovered she decided to head back up and make her way unseen to the servants’ quarters. She was no match for him in his own house. On the way up she stopped on the first level again and took a souvenir: one of Batman’s cowls. “I think this might come in handy later.”
The next day Gabriela Anita Teresa Octavio resigned effective immediately. Alfred accepted it reluctantly and cursed his boss. “I knew she was too attractive to work here,” he reflected, “he had his way with her, I’m sure. I hope he didn’t take advantage of her too badly.”
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