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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 was walking with a noticeable swagger lately. His force was reacting with unprecedented enthusiasm to his edict to take the streets back with a vengeance. Batman and Batgirl had not been hogging the headlines since they captured the Bookworm and besides that did not receive a lot of attention outside the circles of the elite and brainy. No, the common folks, his people, were going to be the benefactors of this crime sweep and he wasn’t going to let any superhero spoil it for him.

When he returned from his extended lunch break he was intrigued to find Gabriel “Gabe” Stream waiting for him in his office. Stream had long standing ambitions to become mayor of Gotham but each year that he actually managed to make it to the ballot he was resoundly defeated. He held himself out as the people’s candidate and vowed to keep fighting until he died.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of having you at Police Headquarters, Mr. Stream?” O’Hara began as he took off his hat and entered his office.

“O’Hara, I don’t have much time so let me get right to the point. I have noticed a difference in the past few weeks in Gotham’s finest and I like it. Further, I have liked your work for some time now. I plan on running for Mayor again in the upcoming election and I intend to make safe streets one of my main themes. I like your style and directness. Better than that, so do the people of Gotham, my people. I want you to be part of my team.”

Unaccustomed as he was for attention and praise O’Hara took a moment to consider his words and replied, “Well I appreciate the compliment, Mr. Stream, but as you know is not the policy of the Gotham Police to endorse any particular candidate.” There, that sounded polished he thought.

“Chief, let me be more blunt. I think that the changes needed in the City go all the way to the top. Jim Gordon has been at the desk too long. It’s time for some fresh thinking in the Commissioner’s office. You are the fresh thinking the City needs.”

Now O’Hara was getting excited. It had always been a dream of his but a dream suppressed. The possibilities that he could realize by being Commissioner were endless. He knew his first move though – get Batgirl off the streets. She was a rabble-rouser in his mind and had no business doing a man’s job. Still, he had been loyal to Gordon all those years…

“O’Hara, I know what you are thinking. I admire your loyalty but you need to be more loyal to the people of Gotham. They need safe streets and cops that matter. They need you.”

The Chief was starting to think it through, “Let me consider this for a bit, Mr. Stream. It does sound interesting and I like that you approve of my latest “get tough” initiative. How do you propose to deal with all the liberals who say we are targeting minorities with our street programs?”

“Let me worry about the so called community leaders, O’Hara. You just keep the streets clean.” Stream didn’t feel a need for pleasantries, “Let’s keep in dialogue, Commissioner.”

It had been a couple weeks since Batgirl had turned the Bookworm over to the authorities. Although her rib had mostly healed and she was physically capable she was slow to return to the job. Whether it was the potion Bookworm had given her or being screwed in ancient Hindu fashion, it had the lingering effect of keeping her incredibly horny. Every time she put on her costume her body reacted as if under the influence of an aphrodisiac. Her nipples would get so erect they looked as if they would poke out of her costume. Worse, just walking around in her skintight outfit made her so wet in the crotch that she soaked through panty liners. She was confident it wouldn’t last but was uncomfortable being out on the street and not being able to control her urges.

She had taken to fantasizing about Bookworm’s butler (after all, he was good) and even found herself touching herself while conversing on the phone with Alfred, Bruce’s butler (maybe they were all good as part of a job requirement). She wanted to avoid Bruce or Batman because she knew that lust would overcome judgment and that would open up a whole new book of issues to deal with.

Barbara finally decided to call Shaft. One, she felt she owed him an apology and two, if she had to fuck someone to get over it, he had the goods to quench her. She dialed his number, “Hello, John, this is Bar - eh - girl. I was wondering if you could meet me later today to discuss some issues – on what? – er leaving no prisoners. Meet me at the peers.”

The anticipation of the meeting was almost too much for Barbara to handle. She tried to keep distracted during the day but could not keep her attention focused on anything but burying his sleek rocket. During the course of her career Barbara had several costumes designed for her crime fighting life. One that she had ordered because it looked convenient with a crotch zipper never saw the street because it looked too S&M-ish when she put it on. Today it would make its debut. When it finally came time to meet up Batgirl dressed in record time. “I am trained in many mental disciplines, why can’t I suppress this passion?” she wondered.

She arrived first as she hoped she would. Shaft ambled up in no particular rush and stopped when he noticed her outfit. “Batgirl?” he asked although he knew it was her. “What’s with the attire?”

“Don’t you like it, Shaft? I’m wearing it just for you.”

He thought the tone of her voice sounded off. It had its usual confidence but it was not backed by its usual sense of justice. What did you want to talk about, Batgirl?”

“Danger and daring. It doesn’t only happen in fighting crime it happens between two lovers as well. Here, come sit on my bike.”

She was making no sense but her look and come hither voice were reminding him of the great sex they had and how he hoped they would be able to do it again. He straddled her bike. It felt good and was a bigger bike than most women would dare to ride. “Okay, Batgirl, now what?” he asked with amusement.

She didn’t answer with words. Honing in on his pants she unbuttoned the top and pulled down his zipper. Before he could react she had reached in a pulled out his cock and began to suck the tip of it. While holding it at the base with one hand and keeping her mouth over him she turned her torso toward him and took his hand with her free appendage and place it on one of her breasts. She continued to suck him from an angle that could only looked natural in porn movies. With her free hand she now moved it to her own crotch zipper and pulled it back exposing the bareness of her vagina. “Do you like it, Shaft? I trimmed it just for you.”

“Batgirl, this is getting whack. Are you sure you are okay?”

“What’s the matter, Shaft? Can’t handle a woman in charge?” Batgirl then mounted his throbbing and fully erect scud. She was barely looking at him, now cupping her own breasts as she threw her head back and just fucked him. “Don’t you like a little danger, Shaft?”

“You want thrills, you want danger, Batgirl? I’ll give it to you!” With that he pressed the electronic ignition and twisted the throttle of her two wheeled black dart. Even with the weight of both of them on the bike the front wheel raised slightly off the ground as they sped forward. The momentum drove Shaft deeper into Batgirl and she responded with a yelp that described the fullness of her sensation. They bolted along the river’s edge with Shaft driving the bike and Batgirl driving Shaft. Each grind of Batgirl’s hips into his pelvis brought them closer together and released affections of pleasure. As the detonation of orgasm welled in each of them all control was lost and they both screamed in delight and fear as the bike skidded along the tarmac. Somehow Shaft managed control the spill just enough to avoid serious injury to either of the two sexual warriors. Nevertheless, the two lay there next to the bike exhausted but fulfilled. Batgirl, disheveled but intact dragged herself closer to Shaft who was now sitting up. They both were about to start laughing when a police cruiser abruptly pulled up right next to them.

“Oh God, how am I going to explain this,” thought Batgirl.

“Hold it right there!” the cops yelled simultaneously as they burst from the car. Their guns were already drawn.

“It’s okay, officers, I can explain,” Batgirl began.

“That’s okay Batgirl, we have a good idea of what has happened,” the driver offered. “Get up scum.” Batgirl noticed that the guns were both aimed at Shaft. “Look his big Black dick is still out like a trophy. We’ll teach you to rape a crimefighter.” The cop punctuated his accusation with a kick to the ribs. Shaft recoiled from the blow.

“No, officers it wasn’t like that. He and I were…”

“Batgirl, stop!” Shaft interrupted. “Stay out of this.” He knew any hope she had of maintaining respectability among the men in blue was predicated on valor, screwing a black man in public would earn her no points.

“That’s right, Batgirl, you’ve been through enough,” the other cop entreated, let us take over from here. We’ll make sure justice is taken care of.” Highlighting his point he took out his nightstick and brought it down across Shaft’s face. He was able to block it with his arms.

Batgirl watched in horror as the two cops unleashed several more attacks. Batgirl knew that Shaft could have killed the two men with his bare hands but he just lay there absorbing the punishment. Every time she moved to intervene he glared at her to back off. She was confused and pained by her impotence.

Finally, they decided to cuff him. One took advantage of his bonding by spitting at him. Luckily most missed. Shaft just said in a low voice as he passed Batgirl, “I know you want to do more but this is the way it’s got to be.” Batgirl wanted to cry but she had enough sense to note the badge and precinct numbers of the cops.

“They will get their’s,” she vowed.

The two cops were pumped. A good beating made them feel proud. “The job is so much better now that O’Hara lets us police the way we know is best.” As an afterthought after shoving Shaft into the cruiser the cop said, “Don’t worry about having to fill out a report, Batgirl, this one is on us.”

Alarmed, as they sped off, at the potential consequences of Shaft in custody, Batgirl picked up her bike and tried to start it. After a few cranks it came to life and she darted home. She had to save Shaft. She had no basis for making a plea to her father as Barbara. She needed Batman. She called him on her secured line. “Batman, I need you desperately. Meet me at Country Road in an hour.”

Batman was early and uncharacteristically chatty when Batgirl arrived. He was usually so terse in his speech and rarely said things that did not have direct intentions but today he was running off at the mouth, with a trace of nervousness in his voice. He had reason. He had never worked harder at winning a girl back. Actually, he had never tried before. Still, this had been an effort for him and an experience that he felt helped him to grow. To hear Batgirl, Barbara, say that she needed him desperately told him his efforts had paid off. She wanted him once again. He was not going to let the opportunity slip.

Batgirl motioned Batman to follow her to the middle of a meadow where they could be alone and out of view from the road. Batman followed like a smitten schoolboy. He was determined to speak first and tell her how he felt and how he wanted her back so it would not seem like a reaction to her words for him. He wished he had time to practice.

Motioning that a plot of land was suitable Batgirl stole his thunder and began, “Bruce, I’m glad you came.”

Batman twitched at the mention of his secret identity. “Batgirl, be careful. You never know who is around.” He made an exaggerated movement to check out the outlying area.

“Take it easy. We are in the middle of nowhere. Besides, I need to talk to the sensitive side that lurks in Bruce Wayne but I need the body of Batman.” With a sweeping movement she took off her cowl but left the red wig on. She examined her mask. In her haste to change back into her traditional costume before meeting Batman she must have put the mask on a bit crooked because it did not feel right.

Batman took the gesture as a sign of her opening up her feelings, wanting him. ‘I am here for you, Barbara,” he responded and leaned over from her sitting position to kiss her. She was surprised at his aggressive move making and retreated.

“Batman, what are you doing?” she inquired and put her mask back over her head. “Why do you think I asked you here?

“You said you needed me desperately. Well, I need you, too.”

“Batman, no. I mean, you have totally misconstrued why I called you. I need you, yes, but for your connections with the police department, not for some tryst.” Batgirl then proceeded to come completely clean with all that had happened and what led to Shaft’s arrest. After she finished her story she paused waiting for some response from Batman.

His heart broke as she recalled detail after detail. After an extended silence he finally commented, “I guess it wasn’t enough for you get back at me and date someone who could get under my skin but now you throw yourself at a street fighter, a Black street fighter. Really Barbara.”

“Listen Bruce: race has never seemed to be an issue in your love life so don’t make it one in mine. Shaft is a good man and one that helps Gotham City in ways we can’t. Regardless, of what you think about him - and you don’t even know him to have any thoughts about him, he is in trouble because of me. I need your help in getting him released. Will you help me or not?”

Batman knew he had no choice. As cold-blooded as he could be he knew that if he refused Barbara Gordon would never forgive him. Helping release Shaft was merely a tactical step toward his goal. “I’ll do it but not because of any sense of justice. I’ll do it for you.” He tried to make it sound passionate and full of feeling for her.

Batgirl sensed his effort. “Batman, Bruce look I still have feelings for you, too, and - who - knows maybe someday we will be together again, but not now. Any hope for us lies in growing a little apart before we can grow together. You understand that, don’t you?”

He stood up and from her reclined position he looked positively towering with the last remnants of the day’s sun swathing him in dramatic shadows. In his deep and crime fighting voice he bellowed, “Batgirl, I shall procure his release.”

Chief O’Hara was pestering his uniformed driver to get him back to headquarters quicker. He hated returning to work after dinner but he had his headline: ‘Police Capture Batgirl’s Rapist’ and was anxious to reveal the whole story to the press. It would serve two purposes. It portrays his force as more dominant that a superhero crime fighter and it discredits Batgirl’s ability to handle herself in the streets. She would be immediately washed up. He would even force her to attend the press conference. Oh what a good night this was going to be.

Arriving at Police Plaza he did not wait for the rookie to open the door for him but raced out as fast as he was still able into the building. He found out the names of the officers that apprehended the criminal. He planned on promoting them on the spot. When they arrived they were still in good spirits and regaled in retelling the now embellished story. O’Hara congratulated them and asked if the perp had been through the system yet.

“Yeah, we gave him the business real good, Chief.”

“No, I mean finger printing, photographing, paperwork.”

“Oh, that. No Chief we didn’t do any of that. Besides he’s gone now.”

“Gone?”

“Yeah, we released him to Batman an hour ago. I think he wanted to give him a little Bat-justice on top of our own. I mean Batgirl is probably his girlfriend, don’t you think?”

“What I think is that you boys better start new careers because as long as I am Chief writing parking tickets will be the best you two can hope for. Get out of here!” In a flash his moment of glory had evaporated. Without a perp, without a victim, and without any records to show for it he had nothing to say to the press.

Shaft felt uncomfortable sitting in the passenger seat of the Batmobile heading uptown. It had been a long time since he found himself escorted in a law enforcement vehicle and now in the span of hours he had two tours. He never trusted authority outside the armed forces and there it took a good deal of brain washing for him to get with the program. Make no mistake about it; he was an excellent soldier, the best, but it was discipline that made him special not respect for someone with a title more prominent than his own. Growing up he never had the authoritative figure in his life. Neither did most of his friends. He saw how it insidiously ate at their ability to control themselves. Eventually, their self-esteem was shot and the streets claimed them one by one. Funny thing was times were better then. Well, not better but the consequences of a wisecrack usually resulted in a black eye not a slug in your ass or worse.

He was lucky. His mother didn’t know what to do to straighten him out. He was so much stronger than she in body and personality. Fortunately, she was wiser. She didn’t like guns or fighting or the culture that surrounded the military but she reasoned the atmosphere would provide a controlled environment that just might keep him alive longer. What she never expected was how well a non-chaotic structure would set him on the good path. She called it a miracle. He thought of it as a logical reaction to something good for you. No different than vitamins. You take them and you are healthier. End of story.

For some reason Batman convinced the police to let him go. It was an appreciated move but Batman hadn’t said one word to him at all in the station or here now in the car. Was it an act or did Batman have plans for him? He knew Batman wanted to let him know that the Caped Crusader was the man. He kept on guard.

As they crossed 125^th Street Batman non-chalently turned on the Bat GPS system.

“Figures,” Shaft chuckled.

“What figures?” inquired Batman breaking his silence.

“It figures that all you care about is protecting the rich.”

“Where on earth do you get that idea?” Batman asked annoyed that Shaft did not explain himself better.

“If you cared about this neighborhood as much as the rich ones you’d be here often enough that you wouldn’t need an electronic map to guide your way through the streets. Don’t worry, Batman, I know the way.”

“Listen Shaft I have been patrolling in Harlan since you were a little boy and still patrolled in Harlan when you moved for several years to the Village and when you are in your office in Times Square, guess who is here more often than you?”

“I guess you did your homework on me. Should I be impressed? Well we’re here at my building; you can let me off here.”

Batman unbuckled his belt and said, “I am coming in with you.”

“That’s okay Batman, I know my way.”

Batman just repeated, “I am coming in with you.”

Once in his flat Batman walked directly to his closet and took out his suitcases. He opened them and said, “Pack your things, you are leaving town.”

“I don’t have a reservation or a plane ticket, Batman.”

Reaching into his cape Batman dropped a first class ticket and a huge wad of cash on the coffee table. “Now you do.”

Shaft looked down at the bounty but did not pick it up. “Sorry, Caped Crusader, you can’t buy me or threaten me out of this town.” It was Shaft’s turn to posture. He stood face to face with Batman. They were remarkably similar specimens. Their eyes locked and they slowly circled each other separated by mere inches but so controlled that neither of their bodies would even glance the other. Each believed in their respective skills to the point of fanaticism. Each was also smart and cautious enough to know that when two predators face each other in the jungle, one walks away and the other lies mortally wounded. Each knew fate, not skill would determine which role each would have.

Batman spoke knowing that words coming from his heart would not break his concentration. “Listen well, Shaft. I don’t know if you are dipping your stick because you like the idea of fucking Batgirl or you think you are sticking it to the man by fucking the Commissioner’s daughter. Understand me well: if you hurt her or infect her with some obnoxious disease transmitted from one of your stable mates, you’ll experience a wrath that will strike you like nothing else.”

“What do you mean the Commissioner’s daughter?” Shaft wasn’t sure if that was meant to confuse him.

“You expect me to believe that you are screwing around with Batgirl and you don’t know she is really Barbara Gordon?”

“My relationship is with Batgirl and Batgirl only. Barbara Gordon…really.”

Batman thought he was denying the obvious to distract him. “You know she can’t separate her lives. Barbara is a good soul, but she bares it too easily. Someone with your baggage isn’t right or her. Christ, she probably revealed to you that I am really Bruce Wayne.”

“Bruce Wayne?” Now Shaft’s focus was compromised and he backed away, slowly. “You are Bruce Wayne? Batgirl is Barbara Gordon? What is it some sort of rich person’s club to suppress the poor under the guise of fighting crime?”

“You know better than that, Shaft. We have made this City someplace that represents security and justice. What we have accomplished has made it possible for you to do the work you do, even if it is renegade work.”

Shaft was still dealing with the knockout punch that Batman delivered. “Listen Batgirl and I are history. It ended whether we liked it or not on the pier. Please leave.”

Batman’s words confounded himself as well. Was Shaft bluffing or did he not know? Why did he give up such closely guarded information so freely? Was it strategy or was it lustful recklessness? He worked his way to the door, backing up. “Shaft, with knowledge comes responsibility. Don’t make me have to come back here.”

Shaft turned to acknowledge his words but Batman was gone. He didn’t even hear him close the door.

Feeling back to normal Barbara Gordon decided to spend the day in the library, working the desk. Even though she was now Chair of the Library’s Board she still found it worthwhile and fun to be involved in the day-to-day activities. Of course, it was easier when she didn’t have to do it every day or worry about a paycheck. Scanning the barcodes of some returned books she looked up to see shaft standing in front of her. She wasn’t sure how to react. She was happy to see him but as far as she was concerned he didn’t know her. “Can I help you…sir?”

“Yeah…no. I guess I just wanted to see you one last time but it’s not really the same.”

His words spoke with a dangerously familiar tone. “Excuse me,” she offered.

“Hey, I know everything, everything.”

She hesitated but decided not to act this scene but to live it. “I don’t know what to say, Shaft. I owe you my life and my livelihood.” Looking up at his face she noticed how bruised it was. “Did Batman do that?”

“No, Batman and I have, have what you call an understanding. No, these tattoos are courtesy of your Daddy’s boys.”

“You have to believe my father would never allow that type of behavior on his force. I don’t know what Chief O’Hara is up to but trust me I intend to speak to my father about it. I am so sorry.” A small cluster of tears welled in her eyes.

“Don’t sweat it. Batgirl and I are cool - you and I are cool.”

“I’m going to miss you, John Shaft.”

He turned to leave but spun around and handed her a small wrapped package. “Here, this is for you.” It was a book by James Baldwin, an author full of fire and compassion. She had read it already but was touched by the poignancy just the same. “You know,” he continued, “for a girl baptized downtown in politics of City Hall, you’re really best when you are away from that crowd. Stay yourself. There will always be a place for you and Batgirl where the ‘real’ uptown begins north of 125^th.”
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