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Batman: Downfall	By : Driftwood Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 19223 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Eight
Rooftops of Gotham,
“Where is he Alfred I cannot see him?” Batgirl shouted out over the pouring rain and heavy rumbles of thunder that followed each Blinding flash of lightening that lit up the city.
“Four hundred meters in front of you, surely you can see him by now?” Alfred responded back a little more tersely than he had wanted to. The main screen in the Bat cave was illuminated in a pale blue a map of the city that stretched across the screen, two tiny red dots were moving across it as he watched, one was Batman the other Batgirl.
The electric shock should have taken Batman out of the game for ten minutes if not longer instead and to Alfred’s horror it had incapacitated him for only a couple minutes. It had caught Alfred unawares as Batman’s tracker had started to move, albeit slowly. Alfred had called for Batgirl to hurry with putting Klaus in the Bat Ski. She had responded by unceremoniously pushing Klaus down the last few rungs of the sewer ladder letting him free fall a few feet into the ski before she climbed back out and gave chase.
“Alfred he’s wearing black against black in the middle of a thunder storm…” Lighting lit the sky up and the rumble of thunder made the very ground that Batgirl stood on vibrate. But in that flash she had caught sight of a figure. “I have him,”
When Batgirl had arrived at the original location of the Mayor’s apartment she verified what Alfred had said, Batman was on the move. She wasted no time in searching the Apartment, they had Klaus now and a cure, Carlos, Harley and Ivy could wait. Now that she had seen Batman she moved with more sure footing picking up her pace as she went. The rain tried to drive her back the wind hitting her full on as she cleared the gap between buildings. She gained ground quickly as Batman slipped and fell on unsteady legs then stood back up.
Batgirl cleared another roof then cut left following a row of higher buildings until she was above the stumbling figure below “Batman stop!” Batgirl yelled as she swung back down blocking his path.
She took no chances this time and was ready for a fight so when he swung a lazy haymaker at her she deflected it with ease responding with a kick to his stomach that sent him stumbling backwards. “Are we going to do this again?” she asked exasperated.
“Get out of my way,” Batman growled back, one hand dropping to his belt and he clumsily threw a single batarang.
Batgirl ducked and rolled and Batman lurched forward to run from her but she swung a leg out taking Batman off his own. He landed on his back with a thud and he let out an animalistic cry. Batgirl sprang up and was momentarily startled when she realised Batman’s suit was open, he had been crossing the rooftops of Gotham with his erect cock on display. The heat of the battle raged in her own sex as it always did when she took to the streets she tried to clear her mind, tried to gather her strength to hold Batman where he was and return him to the Bat cave.
Batman made to push himself up and Batgirl raced forward, she kicked him firmly in the chest, his arms going from underneath him with the force and without a moment’s thought she straddled him, pushing down with all her strength to hold him in place. “Snap out of it Bruce!” she shouted at him and delivered a stinging slap across his face.
Batman tried to resist her, he struggled beneath her but the next blow to his face was a punch that rocked his head to the side. “I need her,” he whined then with sudden speed his arms shot up, his hands finding Batgirls throat, “I need it,” he said through greeted teeth, blood from his nose oozing out and turning pink as the rain washed it away.
Batgirl moved her hands between Batman’s own and heaved them apart his grip on her throat pulling apart. His hands came back but this time they found her breasts, she gave a gasp at the unexpected grasp, though her suit and Kevlar was in the way and she barely felt a thing, the act itself was shocking enough. She pushed his arms away but they came back again, she felt him move beneath her, his hips lifting up followed by the nudge of his hard cock against her backside.
Her own excitement was mixed with fear and anger, he did not want her not truthfully, he wanted Harley Quinn but just like Poison Ivy before her, Batgirl was ripe for the taking. She moved to get off him to put distance between them and get him the hell back to the Bat cave but her body moved down him instead, his cock pushing against her own crotch area as she positioned herself over it.
Her trembling hands found the clasps for her suit, she tore at them with gloved fingers the final few popping free as she pulled them apart with pent up agitation. Batman’s hands cupped her small breasts and squeezed them painfully, she cried out and ground down on his cock her own sex aching to be free and used.
Batgirl fumbled at Batman’s belt, finding the small dispenser of Batarangs’ she unclipped one, trying to concentrate as Batman’s hands groped her breasts and pulled at her now rain slicked hard, pink nipples. With the batarang free she lifted herself slightly off his cock and with the sharp blade she sliced with worrying ease the fabric from her crotch.
When she lowered herself she shuddered at the heat of his cock as it pressed against her moist labia, the lips parting around his girth in a sticky hug. Batman grunted beneath her and pushed upwards his cock rain slick and hard slipping across her sex in his desperate attempt to gain access, Batgirl moved forward to try and hold Batman down and gave a gasp as his cock head found purchase and he slipped easily into her.
Batgirl bit her lower lip as she felt him fill her up, his girth stretching her open more than the odd boy she had had back in her college days. She pushed back meeting his sporadic thrusts letting him go deeper still. Batman sat up his mouth bloody and wet found her pale pink nipples and suckled at them, a nip here and there eliciting a cry between the gasps and moans of Batgirl.
Batgirl knew from her experiences of her first few nights of being a vigilante that her orgasm would not be long in coming, and tonight was no different. She had sped up her own gyrations, pushing down onto Batman’s cock and rotating her hips with each turn her clitoris sparked. Faster and faster she went until, back arched and one nipple clenched in between Batman’s teeth she let out a long moan her body shaking as her orgasm sparked down below and travelled the length of her body.
The rain hammered her face and naked body, each falling raindrop making her gasp as it landed on her super sensitive skin. Her body slumped forward and Batman took her weight, his hand slipping from her breasts and finding her backside. Her gripped at her toned flesh as his cock renewed its exploration of Batgirl, his last thrust almost toppling Batgirl over as his balls tightened and his cock spasmed erupting thick cum deep inside her.
Batman gasped as his cock erupted inside the young woman, black spots burst in his vision and the lightning that flashed made her body stand out in stark relief, he collapsed backwards breathing heavy eyelids fluttering, the weight of Batgirl falling atop of him both bodies gasping for breath.

Harley Quinn began to slip from his mind again, she would always be there it seemed to him now but with his own sexual release the urge for her lessened, it became more obedient and allowed Batman to reign it in and tie it up for the time being. Caging it was never going to be possible. Batgirl rolled from his body and Batman sat up, he felt embarrassed at what had happened but also relief at who it was with.
He had marvelled at Barbara Gordon from a distance, he had found Batgirl intriguing if not a little hot headed and impetuous. Bruce Wayne and Batman had shared the thought of having them both before tonight had happened, but both had agreed it would not work out. Yet now as he stood up and watched a silent and embarrassed Batgirl try and suit up both Bruce and Batman could find no reason why it could never work out.
‘Stupid, stupid, stupid!’ Batgirl said to herself over and over in her head, she had let her own emotions and the base ones at that get the better of her. It was bad enough the nights she had gone home and touched or toyed with herself, now she had crossed the line from her silly girlish fantasy into embarrassing reality. She spared a look at Batman as he stood up, his cock hanging limp, her sex and his own juices washing away in the rain. “That was stupid of me.” She blurted out and cursed herself for saying it.
Batman re-suited the best he could before he answered Batgirl, “We live on a knife edge with what we do, some moments are meant to be and shared,” he rested a hand on her shoulder forcing her to turn round and face him, “No matter how those moments come about, they could save a life.”
Could Batgirl truly believe what he was saying, that perhaps whatever was afflicting Batman was only partly responsible for what happened, the rest was what? His attraction and lust for her? Could that be true? “I want to believe that you have no idea,” if it was not for the rain, Batman would have been able to see the tears that now rolled down her face, “But until we have beaten this I cannot risk believing.” She shrugged his hand off her shoulder and walked to the rooftop ledge and signalled Alfred to deploy the Bat Wing.
The Bat Cave,
Alfred had said the Batwing was more suited to an above ground runway the only problem was finding one they could keep as well hidden as the one that ran beneath the lake. Alfred lowered his hands from his ears as the engines cut out the air was thick with the smell of aviation fuel and the whining of the engines as they came to a stop. The Canopy was already open as he approached and Batgirl was making a quick exit, he noted the rip in her suit by her bottom and modestly looked away.
Batman came down next and approached Alfred, “Is he here?” he asked.
Alfred nodded, “Yes he is and I have already put him in the secure lab,” all three of them walked briskly along the gangplank paying no attention to the dizzying drop beneath them. “The knock out gas in the Bat ski works rather well might I add.” Batman gave a small smile, “I must say the man has a propensity for wetting himself though,” Batgirl had seen this for herself but she had also seen another side of Klaus Cannon too.
The Secure lab was only slightly larger than a deluxe jail sail at Black Gate, there was a single cot and an open toilet. The lab equipment along one wall was certainly something not found in Black Gate and the walls were made of photovoltaic glass. All three of them watched Klaus Cannon through one wall he sat hunched on the cot his head buried in his hands. “Alfred you stay here,” Batman said then nodded to Batgirl, she nodded in return and they both entered the cell.
Klaus’ head shot up the moment the door pulled open, his eyes wide behind his glasses as he stumbled to his own feet trying to distance himself from the two black figures that had just entered the well lit room. “I cannot do-o-o it, o-o-okay it is as s-s--simple as that, there was n-n-never a way.” He said in a high pitched tone that shook with fear.
Batman came to a standstill giving the nervous man room to move, “I have seen your work, before you were shut down and locked up in Arkham, you had begun working on a cure.”
Klaus shook his head violently, his glasses almost leaving his face, “Back at the arboretum, you were trying to work one out weren’t you?” Batgirl said and took a step forward. Klaus moved to one side finding a corner of the room and pushing himself into it. “You said you didn’t want to hurt anyone, you were trying to find a cure, only you did not want Poison Ivy or Axis finding out.”
Klaus swallowed hard, his body sagged and he gave an almost imperceptible nod, “H-h-he w-w-would kill m-m-me,”
“That is not going to happen here Klaus, Phase two has started we only have a little time left for you to try and help save twenty odd people.” Batgirl was only a step away from him now, the smell of the man’s urine almost overwhelming this close. She felt Batman tense up behind her when she had mentioned Phase two she was disappointed to think that he had perhaps hoped she would not have worked out the timeline for Batch #32.
“I c-c-can try,” Klaus whispered.
They watched him for about an hour from behind the photovoltaic glass he worked in fluid, sure movements that did not match the man’s speech or actions, Batgirl could see the cogs turning in Batman’s head something was not adding up for him either. Finally they left Klaus to his work, Alfred had numerous cameras in there and the most sensitive toxin sensors in place too just in case Klaus decided to take things a little too far.    “Good work getting him,” Batman said as all three of them retired from the cell and headed for the main platform of the Bat cave.
Batgirl pulled her cowl off “The mask worked well,” Alfred winced at the wicked lump just below her hairline on her forehead. “Ivy had us, believe it or not if it was not for Klaus we both would have been dead,” Barbara recounted her little adventure into Boone Arboretum, Batman making mental notes and Alfred offering his own little nod and ‘bravo’ at the end. “He did more damage to her than I could have done.”
Batman re-counted his own tale as he slipped off his gloves then his own mask. As he began to wipe the grime and blood from his face he reached Harley and skipped the more lurid bits, but informed his listeners that he could only remember partial bits once he had seen Harley Quinn, “It feels like a fever dream, the more I try and focus on it the more blurred and disjointed it becomes.”
“And your little module did not work as we had planned.” Alfred added.
Bruce shrugged, “it worked better than it should have. It slowed me down otherwise I would have followed Harley to the end of the world if that’s what it took.” Bruce spared a glance at Barbara who quickly looked away and busied herself with drying her rain soaked red hair.
Now it was Alfred’s turn, he seemed apprehensive to start with aware that both Bruce and Barbara had someone they cared for deeply in the secure ward, but he could not hide what they undoubtable knew, “Phase two has started,” he said bluntly he paused as Barbara took a shuddery breath at the news, she nodded for Alfred to continue, “Oracle has managed to give me a sketchy image of what has happened, a lot of blood, a lot of violence and death.”
Bruce stood rigid and Barbara dropped her towel, “Selina is fine as is Commissioner Gordon,” Alfred continued, “ a lot of the information is from supposed eye witnesses and riot police that were present, but it seems heavy sedation is having some effect and all remaining patients have been strapped down.”
Bruce’s shoulders sagged and he offered a silent prayer. Barbara unbeknownst to the two of them offered the same thankful prayer for her father. Alfred remained quite letting them both have their moment of ease, “There is another matter that has arisen,” He said and got both Bruce and Barbara’s attention straight away, “The police were called to the Mayor’s home, he was found dead at the scene, bullet wound to the abdomen.”
“Carlos,” Bruce said, and thumped a fist down hard on a table, “He is cutting his loses, something’s gone wrong.”
“Maybe Batch thirty two was meant to work differently this time, more stable?” Barbara offered.
Bruce nodded in agreement, “And we have the man who can tell us.”
“He’s hiding something too” Barbara said and Bruce looked at her questioningly, “Back at the arboretum when we were caught, he changed. Became calm, controlled he even smiled at me before he threw that vial.”

Though he hated to do it, Bruce slipped his cowl back on. His neck ached from wearing it already and the sweaty confines made his air dried skin itchy. He entered the cell at a pace giving Klaus no time to turn and flee, he grabbed him instead and threw him against one darkened window that shook with the force of the throw. “No more games,” Batman bellowed.
“I-I-I d-d-don’t know w-w-what you m-m-mean,” Klaus sputtered from the ground, his trousers front hardly dry from wetting himself earlier darkened once more.
Batman powered forward and picked the man up slamming him against the glass, “This might have saved you at Arkham or with Ivy but it is not going to work with me.”
The look of panic and horror on the man’s face slipped. It was if it had been a mask made of flimsy gauze that blew away on the wind, the eyes that darted this way and that settled and became focused and when he spoke there was no hint of a stutter, “You have no idea what it was like in Arkham.”
Batman leaned in, “You would be surprised.”
Klaus could see it in the Batman’s eyes he had seen Arkham, had put most of its visitors in there, and perhaps even stayed there himself at some point. “This Klaus Cannon would have been eaten alive, but s-s-stuttering fool K-k-Klaus? He was made fun of, roughed up now and then but they got bored of that Klaus very quickly. Once you wet yourself a couple of times it becomes easier to do, I repulsed them and bored them, even the guards forgot about me.”
“Then one night in comes Harley Quinn,” The name made Batman flinch and Klaus had an idea why, but that could wait, he needed to get out of this in one piece if possible, “takes me from Arkham and drops me into a far worse mad house. Ivy pitied me saw me as weak as she does most men. Carlos, he took great amusement in how far I had fallen. It amazed me that not one them thought it was all an act they were so deluded in themselves.”
“So you kept the act going?” Batman said and Klaus shrugged and nodded, “tell me about Batch thirty two?”
“About the time we reached generation twenty eight of it I began to work on a cure. Nothing worked, not for long anyway. Once it was in your system that was it basically, I came close though. Two days after Carlos shut down the project I was a happy man, he had seen sense and we could move on. Only, that wasn’t the case. Two of my colleagues got transferred, on their way the plane they were on took a nose dive. Another colleague, head on car crash on the freeway.” Batman loosened his grip on Klaus letting them man move freely as he spoke.
Klaus walked over to the laboratory table, he picked up a small test tube, the top wedged closed with a cork and held it out to Batman, “The last known quantity of Batch thirty two,” Batman took it and looked at the liquid. It was almost clear with just a shade of purple. “Carlos needed me he put me in Arkham to teach me a lesson.”
“What lesson?” Batman asked and reluctantly handed the test tube back.
“That he is in control.” Klaus took the tube and put it back in its stand, “This new batch the one that got released at the town hall, it is almost perfect the swelling of the brain is the only problem. The last cure dealt with that but caused massive internal bleeding,”
“Are you telling me there is no cure?”
Klaus shook his head as he spoke, “Not one that works,” He turned back to the equipment and flicked a row of switches.
“You have forty eight hours to find one.” Batman said, his thoughts drifting to Selina Kyle.
Klaus turned back, “No, we have less than that maybe fifteen, eighteen max. Beyond that there is no kill switch, no miracle cure. It should never have been discovered you know? It should have stayed dormant in the rain forests until mankind was wiped from this planet. I am sorry what it has done to those people, but I was selfish enough to put my own wellbeing above theirs, atleast this way you have someone who is willing to help right the wrong.”
Boone Arboretum,
Carlos was jittery on the inside, on the outside though he still exuded charm and control. He was ready to head to the Airport and from there, anywhere that was not American soil. All he needed was Klaus and he could begin on Batch #33. In the back seat of the Mayor’s limousine he watched the bidding on Batch Thirty two he cursed to himself numerous times as bidders dropped to the wayside, ‘When did terrorists become humanitarians’ Carlos thought to himself.
Why could they not understand that a cure was just around the corner if they gave it enough time? Three had agreed with him and so the bidding continued though at a considerable drop in price, but without Sebastian Garcia around for his cut, Carlos could weather that little fact.
The rain storm had moved on, the tall buildings that rose above Gotham blocking out the lightning flashes that lit up the southern horizon. And when Carlos stepped out of the car he had no need of an umbrella, his Italian shoes skipped around puddles as he crossed into the grounds of the Arboretum. He paused as he surveyed the scene, wild growth had diminished to dead black lumps and withered branches and Carlos gave a satisfied smiled at this, though it did not last long when his brain informed him that perhaps Klaus was no longer here.
The domed glass ceiling that made up the great hot house, was almost covered with vines and creepers when Carlos had first arrived was now visible. Cracked and shattered windows allowed the run off of the rain to fall indoors, a sputtering waterfall that surrounded the kneeling figure of Poison Ivy. Carlos could hear her weeping softly, most of the vegetation throughout the Arboretum appeared now to be dead or dying. “Where is Klaus?” Carlos called out as he approached, stopping inches from the makeshift waterfall.
Ivy looked up, her eyes puffy her skin once pale green now blotchy with red marks her hair in disarray as if she had been pulling at it like a mad woman. “You did this?” she spat at the man.
Carlos shook his head as he looked around, “This is not my doing Ivy, perhaps if you had heeded my advice and allowed Klaus to come with me this would never have happened.” not right away he wanted to add but bit his tongue.
Klaus had agreed to work on a poison, which he discovered was easy to do even under the watchful eye of Poison Ivy. He had reported to Carlos that it was ready and Carlos had told him to keep it under wraps until their little experiment was completed. Then Carlos would make Ivy pay for her insubordination. “I will ask again, where is Klaus Cannon?”
Ivy stood up, her unitard ripped and dirty, even the leaves on this seemed to have withered and died exposing the body beneath, her perfectly manicured nails now bitten and broken down to the quick, “He’s gone you idiot, Batgirl has him.”
That was not what Carlos wanted to hear, if he had fled on his own that would be one thing. But now Batgirl and possibly Batman had him. No doubt the last of Batch #32 went with Klaus the only man who knew how to replicate it. “My buyers will not be happy.” Carlos said more to himself than to Ivy. Without a viable product the sale was as good as dead, he did not dare continue with the auction without Klaus. “Then our working together has come to a close,” He nodded at Ivy, “Good day.”
Ivy watched, her mouth open as Carlos turned and began to walk away. She let out a scream of anguish and rushed forward. The waterfall drenched her as she sped through never slowing down, she was three steps from Carlos when he spun around, she saw the glint of metal in his right hand before the clap of thunder roared and she fell to the ground.
Carlos smirked ‘How easy it is to kill in Gotham City.’ He mused as he slipped the gun into his jacket pocket, the barrel still hot. He reached into his inside pocket and withdrew his mobile phone. He dialled the number by memory. It rung twice then connected, there was no friendly greeting simply silence, “It’s me, stop the auction, apologise to our friends…no, no reason.” He hung up and put the phone away. Ivy was still breathing her back lifted and fell with ragged breaths, a slow death it would seem.
Carlos turned and walked away dodging the piles of blackened mulch that covered the ground, his nose wrinkled at the smell that now seemed to permeate the air. He had reached the door when he heard the laughter from behind he sighed and drew the gun. Perhaps killing in Gotham was not that easy after all.
Ivy was stood up, one hand clutching at her ribs on the left side, her green skin and tattered unitard red and getting redder and spreading as the wound leaked. “Going so fast,” Ivy jeered.
Carlos lifted the gun he had three bullets left enough to finish the job. His finger squeezed the trigger just as the gun was lifted from him. One creeper brown and withered lifted it into the air out of his reach, he stared in surprise at it before realising the danger he had so foolishly walked into, he tried to turn but one leg was held fast by another creeper, just as withered and mottled but it’s strength still alarmingly undiminished. He flipped upside down as the creeper lifted him bodily into the air, the contents of his pockets spilling out into the mulch beneath him as another creeper took hold of his flailing leg. Carlos thrashed at the creeper on his leg, beating at it with his hands, the mottled skin splitting but refusing to let go. His next swing was cut midway through as two more creepers wrapped with vicious strength from wrist to shoulder of both arms.
Ivy walked over to him, lurching with the pain in her side, her smile turning to a sneer to a grimace and back to a smile with each step until she came to a stop a foot from him. “I am woman, hear me roar.”
Carlos saw a light in her eyes, a subtle glance in one direction a command given though one his ears or mind could not hear. The creepers tightened and then pulled in opposite directions. Carlos felt his core being pulled the skin pulling tight then splitting, muscles giving out and disks slipping as the creepers pulled harder still. He managed a scream before he was ripped in two.

The Bat Cave,
Alfred had left the Bat cave, he had to escape he told them as much when both Bruce and then Barbara had dismissed sleep, even the hidden pills in their tea and coffee were detected by both. They both now sat at the computer terminal watching for news, they were in the hands of Klaus Cannon now and there was nothing they could do to help there so instead they focused on Ivy and Quinn.
They had mapped Harley’s last sighting at the Mayors home and with the help of Oracle they had managed to pick up Police dispatch reports on a naked woman running through the streets of Gotham. With this detail her path was plotted and it all went to the same place, “The warehouse district again.” Barbara said.
“Whatever they are planning needs me at the warehouse, but the question remains what for?” Bruce said as he sniffed at his coffee, detecting nothing more than coffee, milk and sugar he took a sip.
“Ivy said she wanted the world to see you for what you truly were,” Barbara said, she sat at one terminal, she had an old pair of jogging bottoms on as she sewed up the rip she had made earlier. Neither of them had mentioned the rooftop, secretly they had both kept Alfred around so that they would not have to. But with him gone, that need not to talk about it had continued to grow until it had passed the point of reasonable discussion.
“Sex,” Bruce muttered and Barbara slipped with her needle, her knee’s shaking at the word and her heart skipped a beat. “I see Harley and all I want is her, but it’s not just that. Really all I want is sex, on the roof…” he trailed off.
Barbara could tell he was just as embarrassed and unsure about what had happened there as she was, “We had, sex, and then…”
“I became myself again, well almost,” Bruce replied and tapped the side of his head. Harley Quinn was floating around in there and the lack of sleep meant his psychic walls had crumbled and she was slowly creeping to the forefront of his thoughts. “What am I really?” he asked.
Barbara smirked, “Billionaire Playboy.”
Bruce nodded and gave his own easy smile back, “Let’s hope Ivy doesn’t know that. What I am is a living breathing human being, a man.” His brow knitted together, “in Ivy’s eyes all that man does make war, death and procreate.”
Barbara could see where it was going, “Well you deal enough violence and death. She’s just never seen you procreate, well not until the night before. What if the whole world knew it…”
“…What if the whole world saw it,” Bruce finished her sentence, “What would the whole world think of Batman making out with a known criminal someone like Harley Quinn?”
There was banging on the door of the cell come laboratory, they could both just make out the muffled repeated cry of “hey, hello.”
It took them a few minutes to slip into their suits, Batgirl still slipped out of view to dress and when she came back out Batman was stood waiting impatiently for her, “Make up is a bitch you know.” Batgirl replied to the annoyed look of Batman.
Klaus Cannon held up a test tube, the liquid inside red with a hint of blue. Batman took hold of it and looked questioningly at Klaus. “It took some fine tuning, but it was the enzyme breakdown I was overlooking, it masks its co-efficiency but when you cross…” he licked his lips then apologised, “Sorry a little wired. Without fully testing it I cannot say one hundred percent that it will have no side effects,” He looked at the hello kitty watch on his wrist that Batgirl had given him to time the machines and also to remind him how little time they had left, “But we are out of time it is now or never.”
Batman held Selina Kyles cure in his hand, the man before him was a slippery customer he had play acted and created the toxin that was killing Selina, but now he had made a cure. If it failed there would be nowhere for the man to run, Klaus was trapped in the lair of the Bat and Batman would make him pay if Selina died.
Both Batman and Batgirl left the cell, Klaus had tried to follow but he was quickly pushed back inside and the door firmly locked, his cries for help now muffled. Batman headed directly for the Batmobile, he stopped in his tracks as Batgirl stepped in front of him, “You cannot go.”
“I am not going,” Batman replied and handed the test tube to Batgirl, “There will be armed police there most of them will shoot me on sight, but not you.”
“Just what I was thinking,” Batgirl responded as she took the vial, though she seemed a little less certain about the Police not opening fire on her. She recited exactly what Klaus had told them about the cure to which Batman nodded in agreement, she had not slipped up. “What are you going to be doing while I am away?”
Batman turned his head back to the photovoltaic cell, “Having a word with our good friend.”

Gotham General,
Officer Bart Fennick had been on shift since six that morning it was well into one in the afternoon now and he had yet to get any food into his belly. His stomach grumbled just to make its own point of agreement. Ever since the patients had gone crazy it was proving difficult to find a cop to volunteer, rumours of whatever it was catching was spreading through the GCPD like wild fire. Fennick had volunteered out of respect of Jim Gordon and his daughter. Fennick had managed to get three others to volunteer before the Captain blindly pointed to three more to join them.
The only thing that made standing around by the elevator interesting for Fennick was the head nurse up here on Floor five. She sent the younger nurses running and one or two of the doctors as well, but to Fennick she was the prettiest and most down to earth lady he had ever met. “Afternoon Nurse Calver,” he offered to her now as she walked on past.
He smiled as her usual stern features smoothed out and a cautious smile crossed her uncoloured lips, “officer Fennick,” she replied back with a curt nod then turned her attention to a nurse that stuck to her right side like glue.
“Not in this life time Fennick,” Officer Jackson said lazily back.
The younger officer had no taste Fennick had decided earlier in the day, but atleast he had volunteered for the job. “Just you wait and see,” he said in a sly tone, and both men laughed.
The elevator door pinged and both men turned around, “ID please,” Fennick said in a monotone, I have said this a hundred times before voice. The woman in the lift was not the usual nurse or visitor, her black outfit and pointy ears being the dead giveaway. “Jesus!” he exclaimed and pulled his service revolver from his holster.

Batgirl had sat in the Bat ski like a passenger as Batman controlled it remotely from back in the Bat cave. The decision to turn up in broad daylight outside of Gotham General in the Batmobile had been quickly quashed when they had both realised the time and how much press still lingered around the hospital.
The journey had taken Barbara on a journey into the unknown, she had seen Gotham from a new perspective, the ancient sewer ways were one thing, the large catacombs many of them lined with intricate pillars and steps was something else and Barbara made a mental note that if she got out of this alive, Oracle would be building a map of the sewer system next.
Once under the hospital she had found the old outlet near the morgue, she had popped through into a deserted storage room and from there into the corridors. The lift, with the help of a little override box that Batman had given her allowed her to go straight up to the fifth floor. It was an interesting approach to directly walk into the Lion’s den rather than the caped crusader’s approach of stealth and secrecy. As the lift reached the fifth floor and pinged, Batgirl raised her hands with palms open.
“Jesus!” the fat cop exclaimed and wrestled with his gun from its holster, the other officer much younger had pulled his own service piece free in fluid, quick motion. “Freeze Batman,” the fat cop said finally getting his gun up.
The younger cop pointed his gun down, “Easy Fennick that isn’t Batman, unless he changed gender.”
Fennick kept his eyes on Batgirl and looked her up and down, “Well she’s an accomplice and that means we take her in Jackson.”
Batgirl swallowed hard, “Do that if you have to officer but first I have something to deliver.” She took a deep breath and stepped out of the elevator compartment hands still up.
Fennick almost fell backwards as she stepped out Jackson on the other hand took a step to the side his gun now pointed directly at the ground. The older cop probably had seniority but the younger one was more level headed, “Officer we do not have much time I need to see the doctor in charge of the patients.”
“Like hell you do,” Fennick stammered.
Jackson looked at Fennick “Be quiet will you,” he turned his attention back to the woman his look conveying the embarrassment at the actions of the older officer.
Batgirl followed Jackson, about her work abruptly stopped as doctors, nurses even patients watched with wide eyes and slack jaws at the woman who now strode down their clean white corridors. The closer she got to the ward the more her apprehension built, she had been here as Barbara Gordon now she was here as Batgirl, what was she going to see beyond those doors? Would she break down at the sight of her father? What would she do if he were dead already?
The two officers at the ward doors, raised their snub nosed machine guns, “Not a chance Jackson, we take her in for questioning,” The cop on the left said.
“Damn it Billy she’s on our side,” Jackson responded and Billy shook his head firmly.
Batgirl reached to her belt and unclipped a silver box, she heard the safety’s on both machine guns slip and slowed her actions, “Look at me,” she said as calmly as possible and lifted the box to eye level, she slipped it open and revealed the vial inside. “It’s a cure,”
Another five minutes had gone by before a doctor had come out to hear what the shouting was about, he took one look at Batgirl before registering what she was wearing and who she was, he had taken charge at what she had said and frog marched her into the ward, Officer Jackson in tow.
Barbara tried not to react to what she was seeing. The glass was doing a poor job of dampening the noise of so many people screaming. Thick and heavy looking straps held each patient to their beds, across their foreheads, chests, legs, arms and wrists. Blood was being cleaned from them as was possible from a screaming lunatic.
Batgirl found her father, his eyes wide, bulging from their sockets, his moustache a deep red from blood that was oozing from his nose she looked away hoping that she did not cry. “It keeps getting worse, every hour, the tranquilizers have no effect which means cannot even do scans anymore,” the doctor shrugged, “But we don’t need to, look at their skulls.” Batgirl closed her eyes then looked once more, she could see where the cranium on some of them had begun to swell and these patients screamed and cried the most.   “Whatever you have cannot be any worse than what they are going through right now.”
Batgirl handed the silver case over, “There is enough for all of them it requires 5 cc’s directly into the cranium,” she spared a look at her father, perhaps her last, “and a prayer.”
The doctor took the case with an easy smile of gratitude, “You will always find this hospital open for you and Batman,” he said it then spared a look at the officer.
Jackson smiled, “Don’t worry about me; I know who the true heroes of this city are.” As Batgirl made to exit Jackson directed her in the opposite direction, the officers here were just as alarmed as the others, but seemed to share the same understanding as Jackson, Batgirl smiled and cringed as one of the officers mumbled “Thank you ma’am.”
“This is Officer Jackson badge one seven four two, doing a quick survey of fire escape,” Jackson said into his radio, the reply came back quickly. He pushed the handle and the door swung open, “Straight down, the morgue is second from last floor.”
Batgirl hit the sewer and found the Bat ski still waiting for her, finally she broke radio silence, “It’s done and they have it.” She said her voice shaking with adrenaline and fear.
“Good work,” Batman replied. “Now go home and get some sleep, all we can do now is wait.”
Batgirl shook her head, “No bring me back we can plan the next stage, figure out how to deal with whatever is going on in your head.” She climbed in and pulled the canopy shut.
“No need, not yet anyway. Klaus is asleep and I am dead on my feet,” There was a long silence then, “You did good Barbara.”

Barbara Gordon’s Apartment,
Barbara awoke to the sound of her mobile phone she pushed a tangled mess of red hair from her ear and held the phone up, “Hello?”
“It’s me,” Bruce said his voice cheerful, “Have you seen the news?”
Barbara looked at her bedside cabinet her digital clock showed her it was a little after seven in the morning, “No, what’s happened?” she tried to do the maths and figured she had slept the afternoon and night away in one go.
“It worked.” Bruce had filled her in quickly on the sketchy news reports that were coming in, but apparently a cure had finally been found and administered with positive effects. “Go see your dad then get here as quickly as you can we have a lot of work to do.”
Barbara leapt from her bed stumbling for a moment on the discarded Batgirl costume at the foot of her bed before regaining her balance. She had slipped from the outfit and had climbed into bed naked and exhausted.   Now she picked up a grubby pair of old panties and slipped them on followed by a once white, now off white simple tank top. She almost danced into the living room and flicked her small television on. What Bruce had told her was confirmed on the screen and she gave out a girlish scream of excitement when Batgirl was thanked by the doctor who had trusted her.
She picked up her landline and called the hospital, she had given her name to the operator who put her through to the ward, “Miss Gordon, I take it you have heard the news.” They explained that they had injected her father and the others one at a time and the effect was alarming. Heart rate and blood pressure had dropped to within normal limits. Breathing had become less laboured and they had noted a few hours later that the swelling in the craniums had appeared to have subsided, “We still need to run a CT scan though so please bear with us. Whatever was in that cure put them all out cold, their bodies need the rest.”
Barbara hung up and her excitement and relief brought on tears she had been holding back, she went to the kitchen and shuddered at how cold it was in there, she opened the fridge and grabbed the orange juice. It was only when she closed the fridge door did she see the window wide open. Her first thought was that she had opened it the day before and had forgotten about it. She reached up and pulled it down with some effort, the wood squealing in its frame as she did so, it landed with a thump and she reached to flick the latch, only the latch was missing.
The window had been forced up, lifting the latch and its rusty screws from their home. Barbara found them lying near her small waste bin. Instinct made her grab the chopping knife from her knife block, with just her panties and tank top on she had left her mobile phone in the bedroom, her main landline was in the living room and closer.
Barbara peered round the door frame the knife down at her side, nothing moved and the only sound was from the television. Barbara slipped around the door frame keeping her back to the wall as she tip toed the few feet down the corridor to the living room. The shadow that fell on her from behind was monstrous and engulfing, Barbara turned bringing the knife up and slashing it sideways as she did so.
A Hand, huge and powerful grabbed her wrist snapping it with ease, the knife dropping free and sticking in the worn carpet. Barbara looked up and saw the half masked face before the punch sent her flying into the living room. Barbara stumbled backwards, falling over her settee and landing in a heap on the floor. She caught her bearings and rolled sideways finding her feet and getting up her one good hand bunched into a fist in front of her.
Bane stood in the doorway of the living room, his immense bulk blocking the entire frame his head skimming the ceiling above. He clapped slowly, “Impressive acrobatics,” he said, his voice muffled by the tweaked and crazy Luchador mask he wore. “Though it will not save you from what is to come.” His arms fell to his side, thumbs finding the loops in his jeans. “It seemed such a pity to wake you last night. I enjoy watching a naked girl sleep as much as the next man but that was not my main reason.” Bane moved from the door, he walked slowly towards Barbara who moved sideways keeping as much distance between them as possible, “I thought it would be best to let you have a good night’s sleep as it will be the only one you will ever have after today. The one you will remember when you wake from the nightmare you are about to endure.”
Bane moved with speed, he crossed the space between himself and Barbara as if nothing was in his way, the coffee table splintered and fell apart under his heavy feet, the settee upturned as he pushed it aside. By the time Barbara’s mind had woken to the reality of what was coming and screamed for her to run he was on top of her.
Bane grabbed the broken wrist again, squeezing just enough to bring Barbara Gordon to her knees. He lifted her up until her bare feet dangled a few inches above the carpet. She stared into the blank stare of the mask, wanting to see what was beneath. She tried to snatch at it but her hand was batted away, when she tried again he flung her across the room, her body hitting the wall and smashing a picture frame that hung there. “Unlike you Barbara I prefer not to be unmasked.”
Bane took her by the throat and lifted her with one hand. With his free hand he tore the tank top from her body. “Supple and toned,” Bane said with admiration as his hand ran across her stomach and up to her small breasts, Barbara yelped as one meaty finger and thumb closed around one nipple and Bane gave a rasping laugh. The hand turned to a fist and he delivered a punch to her body that gave out a sickening sound of ribs snapping. “But weak. A disappointment.”
Barbara found some strength hidden beneath the terror that was now consuming her. She punched with all her might at Bane’s masked face but the two blows made no difference to the grip around her throat. She clawed at his face, her nails finding the fabric and tearing at it. One mad eye stared at her from the rip, the skin around it scarred and ruined. Bane punched again this time in her face, letting her crumple to the floor.
Bane turned his back on her reaching up and touching the torn surface of his mask, he could see his reflection in the window could see his disfigured face for the entire world to see and knew that Barbara Gordon was laughing at him now, laughing at his weak flesh. The sharp pain in his side made him cry out in surprise and he looked down to find the kitchen knife buried just beneath his ribcage. When Bane turned around Barbara struck him across his face with one pastel pink dumb bell. He fell back his body resting on the upturned settee and Barbara made a dizzying run for her front door.
Her breath was ragged as her broken ribs jabbed into her lungs, her mouth was missing a few teeth and her breath came in whistling gulps or bloody sputters as she ran. One eye had already swollen shut lending a crazed altered perspective of the short hall way and with her one good hand she reached out to a door handle she cried out in despair as her hand closed on thin air the door was still a few feet away.    A few more steps and she ran into the door, her hand scrambled for the handle and she took a deep breath ready to screams as she yanked the door open. Her hair pulled tight as Bane took hold of it, her scream was short as he pulled her back in slamming the door shut with his other hand.
Bane picked her up in a bear hug, her naked body pressed against his upper body, his heat and sweat making her cringe and feel sick as he carried her, “Enough fore play.” He said as he ducked to get through the doorway into her bedroom. He threw onto the bedstead like a ragdoll and pinned her down, his huge hand pressing down on her small breasts. Her panties like her tank top earlier were torn free, Bane lifted them to his face and he sniffed at them, “Fear is such a wonderful scent on a woman.”
Barbara watched as Bane worked at his jean’s she had felt the bulk of him down there as he had carried her and it had filled her mind with terror, now she wept as it finally came free. Whatever vile concoction flowed through Bane had mutated him wholly. His cock was a huge thick throbbing slab of meat, veins stuck out across the surface and his cock head was a dark, angry purple bell. She winced at the feel of it on her sex, he nudged at her gently as if nervous then she gasped as he pushed forward with more determination.
She felt as if he were pulling her apart down there, he went as far as he could her sex refused to loosen up and become moist for him, but with each painful thrust, her sex became more aroused. He stretched her wide with his girth and his cock drove deep into her filling her up. His one huge hand still held her down by her breasts the other held one leg painfully down as he continued to drive into her. Bane’s own wound bled slowly down his now bare body and legs, but went unnoticed by him as he continued.
Barbara felt a moment of relief as he pulled himself free of her, his weight lifted from her and she took a lungful of air in. Her sex ached from him and her body spasmed even though she felt exhausted and weak from the broken bones in her body. “Don’t worry I am not done yet.” Bane said mockingly and with little effort flipped her onto her stomach. She felt the air in her lungs rush out of her as his heavy frame lay on top of her, one lung burned and popped as a rib finally found a weak spot. Without any care Bane guided his cock back to her ruined sex and continued.
Bane had known pleasure before, many years ago he had taken great delight in moments like this and yes like Barbara they had all been willing. But that little wonder drug Venom had changed Bane for the better in more ways than one. And now as he drove his cock into Barbara Gordon he could not help but be thankful that it had mutated his cock into such a wonderful machine that allowed him to fill up and pleasure a young lady like Barbara Gordon.
He sped up now, his own breath becoming laboured with the effort. Once more he pulled free and once more with little effort flipped Barbara back over. Consciousness was ebbing, she coughed and blood hiccupped from her mouth, Bane stood over her, his slick, blooded cock in one hand as he worked it back and forth. “Something…to remember…me by.” He said in staggered breaths, he gave a deep guttural grunt and his hips bucked forward. His cum erupted forth in a warm torrent that splashed across her face and chest. Huge gobs of the sticky substance coated her small breasts within a few spurts.
Bane took his time in putting his cock away, he watched Barbara with a sense of curiosity, his head cocked to one side watching her ragged breathing, “A fighter!” he exclaimed and then nodded as if it was expected. He knelt down by her and ran a hand through his now cold semen rubbing it into her breasts and nipples he chuckled as they firmed up to his sticky touch. Her ringing mobile brought him out of his revelry.
He went to leave the room but came back, he reached over to the beside cabinet and grabbed the phone that looked tiny in his hand and placed it in Barbara’s one good hand he dialled the three digits for her, “Let the nightmares commence.” He said chuckling to himself as he left.
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