Supergirl and Batgirl in
Reality Joke

By Cliff

Chapter 1: The Bargain

Midnight in the city, amid the tall high rises and towering buildings, in the glowing beams of the full moon and the soft fog of the sleeping city, a shadowy figure leaps through the air from rooftop to rooftop. A grappling hook shoots out from one of the shadows and wraps itself around the neck of the large gargoyle overlooking the tall steeple at St. Peters cathedral. The line is pulled tight as the figure appears again at the end of it, swooping through the air in a spectacular silhouette and lands hidden along the stone ledge of the church.
Stepping from the darkness is the shapely form of Batgirl, caped crusader and protector of the city. She steps forward, walking along the narrow ledge with the confidence and grace of a trained dancer. She flips the line and draws the grappling hook back into her utility belt. Six stories high she stands at the edge of the gargoyle and peers down into the city streets, snapping shut the compartment on her utility belt.
The bright yellow belt slips limply down her curvaceous hips, finding no friction on the slick purple cat-suit that hugs her body like a second skin. The costume flows up from her heeled ankle boots, wrapping itself around her long legs, and fits snugly over her soft midsection, accentuating every feminine curve and mound of her body. It encases her form completely, holding her firm breast snuggly while the blazing bat emblem gleams across her chest. Batgirl closes her eyes behind the velvet mask and takes as deep breath of the cool night air. She sometimes wishes that she had gone for a simpler mask rather than patenting her cowl like Batman’s. Not quite the shock and terror of his, hers was soft and defiantly fit for a woman, the ears were not insanely pointed and threatening like his but delicate and made of smooth purple silk. She did sometimes wish for a simpler mask for moments like these where she could feel the wind in her hair, but she loved the feeling the bodysuit gave her, she felt alive and sexy as the tight material pulled itself all around her. She ran her gloves over herself, taking a deep breath as the suit constricted with her. Then suddenly from the corner of her eyes she saw it.
To the south it flashed over the dark clouds, the bat signal. It wasn’t the usual one on top of the police headquarters but one of the other smaller ones set up to cover the entire city when Batman was desperately needed. It was strange to see just this small one, usually they would beam just the one from headquarters or all five if the situation was desperate. But what got her attention even more was that no one had seen Batman for over a week now. Usually on patrol she would spot him here and there, that is if he wanted her to see him. But for the past weeks there was no sign of him and Alfred, Bruce Wayne’s butler, had mentioned something about his boss going to Nepal for personal reasons when she called about donations for the new wing of the Gotham Library.
So it was curiosity that made her take the grappling hook back from its compartment. She flipped out the end and headed straight for the signal.
There on the rooftop was the searchlight with the embroidered bat sign, moving from side to side through the clouds, and there standing with his back to it was an all too familiar site. She couldn’t see his face, but she instantly recognized the brown trench coat. She had bought it for him on his birthday two years ago, her father’s old one had been on too many crime scenes and was well past its prime. She leaped to the ledge behind them and waited for a moment, searching all around but there was no sign of the batman.
“Sorry commissioner,” she jumped from her observation spot and landed on the rooftop. “I don’t think Batman is coming, he hasn’t…..” And then her words choked in her throat as the man turned around.
It was not the worn friendly face she was expecting but the ghostly white face of a convicted killer, his wide grin stretched unnaturally across his face, the bulging eyes of a mad man trained on her.
“Joker!!!” she instantly grabbed her boomerang, her teeth clenched tight and just as fast her expression changed into full rage. “Where is ……the commissioner?” Her heart was pounding now, the adrenaline flooding though her body.
“Well, well Batgirl. What a pleasant surprise.” His freakishly wide smile grew even broader as his eyes danced over her. “Use the right bait in this town and you get what you’re looking for.” He laughed hysterically.
“Wrong clown, Batman’s not coming.”
“Oh yes I know, I think he’s away on vacation or something,” The villain smirked. ”maybe a cave on the beach somewhere, ha-ha.”
But the joke was lost on her; the only thing she was concentrating on now was the coat.
“Where is the Commissioner?” her voice trembled with fury as she lifted her weapon threateningly. She was ready to tear him apart if necessary.
“Well Chairman!” He shouted in an insane voice to no one. “Let’s see what today’s secret ingredient is, OOhhh, ha-ha ha-ha!!!” He was laughing at himself so hard he doubled over and retrieved a remote from his pocket and pointed it at a screen near him.
Batgirl gasped.
There on the screen was the commissioner; he was bound with thick chains, sitting in a chair in the middle of what looked like a large glass tank. His mouth had been tapped shut and water was slowly pouring in through two large holes in the tank.
“The soup de jour!”
“No!!!” Batgirl lunged at him, her hands ridged like claws, her teeth clenched tight, meaning to rip the ridiculous smile right from his face. But as she jumped the spotlight turned, blinding her; she had forgotten there was someone else with the Joker, someone who was working the beam.
She threw up her arm to shield her eyes from the glaring light when she collided with another body in mid air. Through her outstretched hands she could see a fist coming towards her face. She quickly twisted her body, grabbing the fist; she let her body drop downward, making the weight of her body pull the figure down with her. Batgirl heard the thump as the figure hit the ground below her. She landed on her toes, and then flipped backwards and on top of the figure, straddling their chest and pinning their arms with her legs. She pulled her bat-a-rang out again and placed it threateningly below the long thin neck of the Joker’s devilish assistant, Harley Quinn.
“Ow!! Bitch!” Harley snapped, “Get off of me!!!”
“That’s enough!” The Joker snapped looking at his ego bruised assistant.
“Tell me where he is!!” She pushed the tip of the bat-a-rang harder against Harley’s tender neck.
The Joker only stared with a blank expression, as if to say ‘You must know me better than that.’
”Careful Batgirl or you’ll piss me off.” He snapped.
Batgirl jerked her head back to the screen of Commissioner Gordon struggling and she gasped. The once trickling water was now gushing at his feet in thunderous gulps, rising fast up his legs, and was almost to the top of the seat of the chair.
“Stop it! Don’t!!” she screamed, pulling the weapon from Harley’s gulping throat.
The Joker smirked, his eyes pushed together hard in his brow, and instantly the water reduced itself to a trickle again.
“Now if I were you, I wouldn’t waste anymore time. You see I can only adjust the flow, I can’t stop it.”
“What??”
“That would be against the rules, but don’t worry I think he has at least another day’s air in there….give or take.”
“Rules? What kind of game are you playing at Joker? What do you want with me?” She asked through gritted teeth as she stood up stepping over the girl below her. She knew there would never be enough time to search the whole city before the tank filled and the Joker was a cold blooded killer, human life meant nothing to him. “If you weren’t trying to signal Batman, then it’s obvious you wanted me.’
“In deed it is, and you should feel honored, you were hand picked out of group of thousands, I’m going to make you a star!!….you don’t sing do you?”
Batgirl glared at him from behind her mask.
“O, K.” he said dully and pulled a piece of sheet music from his jacket pocket and tore it to pieces. “The audition is just a formality”
‘He’s insane.’ She thought.
He pulled an envelope from his other pocket and handed it to her.
“Here…” he paused dramatically, “is the challenge.”
Batgirl cautiously took the envelope from him and pulled the ends open. Inside was a single sheet of paper. She pulled it out and noticed it wasn’t paper at all but a photograph.
“Supergirl?” She said confused looking at the colorful picture of Supergirl in her hand.
“Yes, bring her to me. Gordon’s life depends on it.”
“I can’t….I wont!” Batgirl snapped back. “Try again.”
“No, I want her.” The Joker’s evil smile widened. “I have something in the entertainment field that I’m doing and I need a big finish, what better than an appearance by Supergirl!”
“She’d never do it?” Batgirl mumbled now believing he was truly insane.
“That’s where you come in Bats!” He pointed at her in dramatic fashion, “Bring her to me, gift wrapped…if you know what I mean.”
Unfortunately, she did.
“Take me instead.” She said.
“Sorry, no re-writes!”
“No I won’t do it!!”
“Very well” The water on screen began flooding inside the tank again. “Oh I wish I had some popcorn, this is going to be Good!”
Batgirl looked on in horror, her mind racing, trying to find some way out; some way to rescue her father without betraying her friend.
“But I’m no match for her; Supergirl is the most powerful superheroine on Earth.”
“Use surprise.” He countered, not even looking at her, seeming to be more interested on Commissioner Gordon’s struggles. “She certainly won’t be expecting you!”
Batgirl’s mind raced again, looking for excuses. She glanced over to the screen again, hearing Harley’s giggles as the water was creeping up the struggling man’s waist. She couldn’t think, she felt a cold chill run down he back.
“G-Give me more time.”
To this the Joker simply yawned and shook his head no.
“Don’t and its certain death for the old man, do….” He turned to look at her. “And at least you’ll have a fighting chance. I promise.”
‘Yeah right, he’s up to something, but maybe I can beat him at his own game.’
She glanced back at the screen.
“Alright, I’ll get her.” Tears of frustration welled in Batgirl’s eyes as a deep pain of betrayal inside her throbbed. “Stop it, I’ll do it, but remember your promise.”
The water in the tank suddenly stopped.
“Excellent.” Joker smiled wickedly. “Bring her to this address.”
He flipped a card towards her that she caught in mid air.
“Fun Time Fireworks” She read the card.
“Its one of my….um…establishments. And don’t think to look there for him, I’m smarter than that. You have twenty four hours, no tricks, we’ll be watching.”
“You betcha!!” Harley chimed in behind her.
He pressed a button on the remote and the screen when black.
“He’ll be fine.” He said sarcastically before Batgirl could speak. “As long as you keep your end of the bargain, his head will be above water.” He turned his back on her and lit a pipe similar to the one the police commissioner used.
Batgirl felt totally enraged, her face was hot and body trembling. She wanted nothing better than to rip that freakish smile from his face, but instead she turned and launched the grappling hook towards the nearest building. In a flash, she was gone.

Chapter 2: Package Deal

It wasn’t hard to find Supergirl, for months the city had been advertising the international automotive exhibit at the world center. It was one of the city’s premiere events where auto makers from around the world brought their most innovative and expensive machines to show off. Thousands of people were expected to crowd the large arena gawking at the play things of the super rich as well as the enticing young models in tight race costumes that posed beside the latest and greatest machines from the multi-billion dollar companies. In many instances these beautiful young seemed to attract more interest than the cars themselves.
Hondera Motors, the largest specialty makers in Japan, had offered a large donation to a local charity in exchange for an appearance by Supergirl to introduce their new sports car. Supergirl had happily accepted.
The crowd outside the arena was lined up outside the guest door. A velvet rope held the number of young men, women and screaming teenagers at bay as a red and blue streak descended like magic from the sky. Supergirl floated gently to edge of the red carpet that had been laid out for her. On either side were leggy models in costumes similar to Supergirl’s famous costume but instead had the Hondera logo where Supergirl’s striking ‘S’ was.
The models turned their eyes toward the end of the carpet where the heroine was. Even with the gorgeous models, she stood out easily. She walked with the grace of a dancer in her red leather boots, her smooth and shiny legs were long and shapely as her tiny skirt fluttered and teased the wide eyed boys. They watched her intensely as she passed them by; their mouth’s wide and hanging as they strained to see any secret the tiny skirt was giving up. Some of the models themselves cut their eyes in jealous disgust as she waved to the fans and passed them by, in what they thought was a too skimpy outfit that only a whore would wear, but they forced a reluctant smile and eyed her from head to toe. They stared at her silky blue top that hugged and stretched over her large pert breast, creasing and pulling tight on her hard body. The fit was as if she were nude and the material was some strange thin blue liquid that had taken on her form. They saw her perfect face, her long flowing blond hair that bounced and shimmered in the evening sun without as much as a strand out of place.
She waved and high fived several people in the crowd until she got to the top where the entrance was. Dozens of school kids surrounded her, thrusting small leather bound books upward for which Supergirl gladly signed each. Photographers snapped pictures all around.
“Hey, why not get one of all of us.” She motioned towards the models who had been assigned to escort her and the once resentful girls hurried to Supergirl’s side flashing their best smiles.
“Oh, Supergirl it’s so exciting having you here!”
“When we heard they were bringing you in we were all so excited! Do you think they will use this for the front page of tomorrow’s papers?”
Supergirl stifled a small laugh as the girls crowded around her. She cleared her throat and put on her best smile for the cameras as the bulbs exploded around them.
‘Some things never change.’ She thought remembering a few years back when she had come to the automotive show before. But she was resolved that this time would definitely be different.
“Supergirl!!” a tall thin man with an equally thin mustache called behind her. “Supergirl, you’re here! Excellent!” The man rushed up to her and bowed low.
“You’re Mr. Yakamoto?” she nodded back.
“Yes, we’re all ready for you.” He took her by the arm and began leading her inside as the crowd cheered and called from behind. He led her through to the back of the main floor, into the long hallway that encircled the large arena.
“Right this way. And don’t worry.” He looked back at her with out stopping. “Nothing like the last time you were here is happening again…I assure you.”
Supergirl sighed; she had hoped that no one would remember.
They passed by several models preparing for shows going in and out the several dressing rooms.
“Supergirl, great everything is set up.” Another man joined them, pacing himself with the stride that Yakamoto had set. “The dancer’s are finishing their number and the car is already on set.” He shoved a number of cue cards in her hand. “Here is the speech with the specifics on the roadster….and I just gotta add, Wow!’
Supergirl smiled at the new man, trying to flip through the number of cards he had given her and still trying to keep pace with Yakamoto. And just as they were about to leave the seclusion of the back area she noticed someone familiar.
“Batgirl?” Supergirl stopped as Yakamoto keep going out into the floor.
There standing just outside the door to the main floor was Batgirl.
“Oh my god, it is Batgirl!” the new man echoed.
“Hi Supes.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Yes, what are you doing here?” the second man asked nervously. “I thought we had the only superheroine here, this was our draw, and we paid for the exclusive right to have the only…..”
“Don’t worry,” Batgirl cut him off laughing at the sudden downpour of sweat on his forehead. “I’m not promoting anything. They’re using my Bat Cycle as an exhibit.” She pointed to the floor not too far from where Hondera’s setup was. Roped off from the gathering crowd with a large sign that read “Do not touch” was Batgirl’s famed motorcycle.
“Wow, that’s cool.” Supergirl admired the strange machine. “What’s that in the back of it?”
Supergirl had seen Batgirl on this before but she had never seen the small attachment with the same styling and design as the cycle itself. And for that matter, Supergirl thought, she hadn’t seen Batgirl on it for a while, not since she first appeared in the city. Like so many other superheroes her preferred movement around town now was leaping dangerously from building to building. ‘Adrenalin junkies’ she once thought.
“Oh it’s a trailer. Something I used once that Batman had designed for me.” She said a little embarrassed of the bulky accessory. “I thought if they wanted to see it, I would show them everything.”
“Do you think you could…maybe that is, why you’re here…”The sweating man mopped his brow with a handkerchief.
“Oh no, this is all your show Supes.” Batgirl giggled as Supergirl smiled knowingly and rolled her eyes.
“It’s for charity.” She laughed back showing the pile of cue cards in her hand and rationalizing her duty. “Lets do something afterwards; I’d love to catch up.”
“You…bet.” Batgirl felt a pain of guilt.
“Supergirl, please.” Yakamoto was back. “It’s your cue!”
“Right, right.” Supergirl turned to leave but something was bothering her, she couldn’t place it but something seemed strange about Batgirl being here.
‘I must be going crazy.’ She shook off the thought and again put on her best smile as another explosion of cameras and reporters bolted for her. She waved at the large gathered crowd; saw the woman whose charity was receiving the gift. The rather plump woman smiled broadly and pulled Supergirl into a massive bear hug of appreciation. Yakamoto quickly jumped in. Using all of his boney strength, he pried the woman from Supergirl, promising her that there would be plenty of time after the presentation for thanks, and pushed Supergirl forward in keeping with his schedule. Supergirl climbed to the podium where the microphone was set up next to yet to be unveiled sports car.
“Good evening and thank you for coming to Hondera’s Special Event, I’m Supergirl.” The crowd applauded again as she read from the cards. “When I’m not flying around the world, and I want the comfort of a jet, the excitement of battling evil and the freedom of flying….. There’s no other car like the JAZZ5000.”
‘Oh gawd.’ Supergirl groaned silently as the sweaty second Hondera man gave her an excited thumb up. ‘It’s for charity.’ She chanted inside her head.
“You can be a superhero of the roads with this 500 horse powered……” she continued.

‘Oh God, that’s painful.’ Batgirl thought watching from the corridor. But even more painful was her thoughts of what she had to do. She watched as Supergirl went through the prepared speech, much of the crowd not even paying attention but rather admiring the superheroine in the tiny miniskirt. She watched as some boys snapped pictures of Supergirl from the front of the stage, their camera’s pointed skyward and fingers ready to get any “special” shot they could.
‘Perverts.’ She sighed. ‘Maybe I should just explain it to her…maybe……’
And then she saw her. A woman holding a camera with a pale white face unnoticed in the crowd caught her eye. Harley Quinn smiled at Batgirl, and then looked down at her watch as if to tell her Gordon’s time was coming to an end.
Batgirl snarled and turned away from the entrance, retreating back into the hallway.
‘This is insane.’ She thought checking her own watch beneath her glove. ‘I can’t believe I’m going to do this….and here in front of dozens of people, in a public event. But I don’t have a choice; it’s something that’s got to work. Its too crazy not to.’

Batgirl watched the seconds tick away on her watch…………….
‘3’
“So if you want that same feel of flying,” Supergirl secretly rejoiced reading the last of the final cue card.
‘2’
“That I enjoy while touring the city at 16,000 feet but on the paved roads….”
‘1’
“Then I present to you the future of Hondera Motors!” Supergirl pressed the red button on the podium that was suppose to retract the large red curtain behind her and display the lavish car, but just as she pushed it the entire arena fell into total darkness.

The infrared illuminator fizzled then glowed inside the night vision goggles that Batgirl slipped on. She looked around the arena, the night goggles showed everything in an eerie green glow. Everywhere people were frozen, looking around and waiting to see if the lights would return, a low roar of confusion echoed in the building. She looked up at the podium; she could see Yakamoto enraged at Supergirl’s side. He was shouting orders at some men to his right, even through the goggles she could see the blood shooting to his temples in rage.
“Please, don’t leave!” Yakamoto tried to say through the dead microphone then shouted to the audience that he couldn’t see. “It’s just a glitch in the power, I’m sure it will be resolved soon. Please just remain seated, or whatever, we’re having it taken care of right now.” He turned again, reaching out for his assistant whom he screamed in Japanese to, grabbing at the man’s suit and pushing him off the podium with him and into the darkness to find someone.
Batgirl turned her attention back up the stage at Supergirl.
“Everyone please remain calm, everything is fine.” She was calming the crowd in total darkness.
Batgirl slipped from the corridor, she had little time to work with. She slipped past the models huddled together and easily climbed on the nearby showpiece. She leaped from one display to the next; steadily making her way towards the stage where Supergirl was…her heart was pounding fast.
‘Jeeze, now what?’ Supergirl thought as she tried to calm the crowd. She had no idea if she was actually being effective or not because she couldn’t see a centimeter in front of her. But, judging by the low noise of casual conversations, she didn’t think there was a panic going on.
“Just a little longer and I’m sure they’ll have it resolved.” Supergirl announced from the podium. “Everyone just remain where they are for your own safetymmffffff”
“Sorry Supergirl, but you’ve got to trust me on this.” A voice whispered in her ear as a hand reached from behind her and stuffed a cloth over her mouth and nose.
“Mmmffffff…get off….” Supergirl pulled the stranger’s hand from her face, careful not to raise her voice or start a panic. The stranger pulled away into the darkness. Supergirl whirled around, feeling into the darkness.
“Mmmfffff…..” Again the cloth caught her from behind; she could smell the strong chloroform pressed against her. Her eyes fluttered from the fumes, she felt limp.
“I’m sorry, but it’s a matter of life and death.” The whisper came back.
“Mmmfff….Batgirl?” Supergirl whispered in shock again pulling the hand away. “What the hell are you doing?” She said harshly like a woman scolding a child.
Supergirl reached out wildly again, unable to feel anyone and confused. She knew that Batgirl probably had some device allowing her to see in the dark, it was to her advantage. Supergirl turned again trying to surprise the experienced crime fighter but Batgirl was like an invisible foe and Supergirl dared not go too far from her spot. She felt a slight wind to her left and turned suddenly, then someone’s hand brushing the bottom of her skirt. She spun around again, reaching out but finding no one.
‘What the hell is going on? I’ve got to get a hold of her and find out what this is all about.” Supergirl tried to use her hearing but the crowd was now becoming louder and more restless, waiting for the lights to return. She stopped for a moment, concentrating, feeling out for any movement around her, and then silently spun around. With sheer instinct she reached out into the darkness and clamped down on an arm behind her.
Batgirl’s eyes went wide with surprise at the expert move, she couldn’t believe it.
“Gotcha.” Supergirl felt the slick smooth material of the cat suit and knew right away it was Batgirl.
“Nnngggg…” Batgirl’s breathing became heavier as she tried to wrestle her hand free from Supergirl. She could see in the gloomy green of the night vision Supergirl coming towards her now.
Supergirl felt out and found Batgirl’s shoulder she estimated the distance and clamped down on her other wrist, now having both her invisible attacker’s hands, she pushed her backwards where she knew the podium was and used her body to pin Batgirl against it. Batgirl struggled hard, trying to wrench her hands free, squirming beneath Supergirl’s powerful grasp.
But Supergirl wasn’t about to let her get away, she pushed the caped crusader’s arms outward, spreading her and using her own powerful body to pin Batgirl. If the lights had come on at that instant it would have made for a very provocative scene.
Supergirl leaned in close to where she knew Batgirl’s face was and whispered so only she could hear.
“Barbara, what the hell is going on?” But Batgirl did not reply, what she did hear was a small click. “Babs what……..” And then it hit her. The first cool breeze was barely noticeable, she had inhaled it without a thought, it was sweet and smelled of soft poppies.”
“Ohh...nnnnno…” Supergirl’s eyes felt heavy her body felt limp. She tried to pull away, but Batgirl now had grabbed onto her wrist and had wrapped her legs around Supergirl’s waist.
‘Just another second’ Batgirl thought as she sprayed the mist from the device clenched in her teeth. There was no doubt that she wasn’t a match for Supergirl’s strength, even with the advantage of darkness. She knew that Supergirl would catch her sooner or later, so she had to plan on it…and plan on Supergirl interrogating her right there in the dark, not knowing that she had set herself in the perfect position.
“…nnnggg….” Supergirl felt herself weakening, the effects of the gas was overcoming even her.
Batgirl struggled silently with her, fluttering in the darkness under the hum of the unsuspecting crowd. She pulled Supergirl closer into it; biting down on the vile she released the last of the spray, her legs trembling trying to hold struggling heroine still. Here in a room of hundreds of people and right in front of blind reporters, the mightiest superheroine in the world was being kidnapped.
“…n...no….” Supergirl fell limp on top of Batgirl and was gently lowered to the floor.
Batgirl sighed in relief, she turned suddenly feeling someone’s eyes watching her, even in the dark; and there in the audience again was Harley Quinn. She smiled broadly, still holding he camera against her and like the man, gave Batgirl a quick thumb up.
Batgirl turned away from her, part in anger, part in shame. She looked down at the sprawled body of Supergirl; she knew she still had to work fast. Silently she pulled Supergirl away from the podium and to the very corner of the stage. The girl of steel lay sprawling on the ground, a soft mumbling coming from her.
There was an old man seated right next to them who turned suddenly, looking into the darkness.
“Where are the lights?” He asked himself, his voice frustrated.
Batgirl watched as the old man decided there was nothing there and turned back facing the audience. She quietly crept up to him and with the ease of a cat she pulled the handkerchief from his coat pocket. She twisted it and slipped it between Supergirl lips, wrapping the gag around her and knotting it twice behind her head. She then took the chloroformed soaked handkerchief and pulled it over the sleeping superheroine’s nose and tied it over the first gag.
Suddenly she saw people coming from the corridors with beams of lights in their hands, and then to the far end she turned and several of the display cars lights were being flipped on. The crowd was now becoming aware that the lights were not coming back on for a while.
“I’ve got to hurry.” She thought turning Supergirl over she crossed the heroine’s hands behind her back and withdrew cord from her belt. She slipped it over Supergirl’s wrist several times and tied it off, carefully she tucked the cape underneath her bound hands.
“What the hell am I doing??” she thought but didn’t stop. She pulled another length of cord from her belt and crossed Supergirl’s limp ankles. She hurriedly pulled the thin cord over the red leather boots, looping it over and over again and knotted it tightly.
More lights were being brought in and suddenly she heard thundering sound.
‘The transformer!’
A steady whine gave her warning that all of the lights would be back on in minutes now.
She lifted the bound Supergirl and placed her over her shoulder, grabbing hold of the unconscious heroine’s feet in front, just as Yakamoto returned to the stage.
“Ok, be calm. Everything is fixed now.” He was directing his voice towards the men seated. “The power will return in just a few minutes….Where is Supergirl?” He flailed around looking for her.
“Supergirl, Supergirl….we can do the unveiling soon.”
Batgirl gasped as he reached out and his hand fell on Supergirl’s thigh on her shoulder.
“Um…Supergirl?” He felt her smooth leg trying to figure out what he was touching. His hand eased up her shapely leg until his fingers fell upon the soft triangle of satin material that covered her tender mound from under the skirt just next to Batgirl’s head. His old boney fingers pushed into the soft warm material as Batgirl’s heart raced.
“Wh…what?” He said flustered as Batgirl withdrew suddenly, leaving him to flail again in the dark.
‘I’ve got to go.’ She gently stepped down from the stage and slipped in and out of the crowd with the unconscious Supergirl on her shoulder. Unsuspecting people had no idea as she squeezed past them and came upon the place where her cycle was. She pressed a button on her belt and the trailer popped open.
The lights fluttered above and Batgirl opened the tiny space in a panic.
She lowered Supergirl inside, shifting her to fit.
“..mmmmm…..” Supergirl stirred, struggling against the bonds.
The lights fluttered again and then came to life. The entire floor lit up again
She took the last of the knockout spray and applied one final blast on the outside of the gag and closed the top shut.
The crowd breathed a sigh of relief as the arena again was washed in light. They looked around laughing and chatting among them selves.
“Supergirl? Where is she?” Yakamoto was hysterical again, frantically looking for his star as Batgirl mounted the bike.
“Exhibits over, I have work to do.” She explained to one of the security guards who opened the gate to the rear exit for her.
Batgirl started the bike; sweat beading under her mask, she carefully turned it down from the platform and through the large doors.


Chapter 3: The Show

It took less than twenty minutes to find the address on the card. Batgirl turned down the alley between the warehouse and the neighboring building. She opened the trunk to see the captive form of Supergirl still bound and gagged inside. She still couldn’t believe she was doing this, and she also knew the Joker couldn’t be trusted.
She undid the ropes from Supergirl’s ankles and pulled her from the trunk.
Supergirl wobbled from the tight fit, barely able to stand, she staggered forward as Batgirl had to help her stay upright. Her costume was spotted and wet from the hot confinement as sweat drizzled down her body.
“….mmmmm….” she moaned through the gag, unaware of where she was being taken.
“This way, Supergirl.” Batgirl took her by the arm and led her to the side door.
Inside the building were crates and crates stack on top of each other. In the center of the floor was the Joker, seated behind a large executive desk with Harley in next to him. Batgirl walked the bound and dazed Supergirl over to the front of the villains. The Joker’s smile widen with each step until they stopped right in front of him where Supergirl slumped down on her knees, her eyes fluttering in and out above the chloroformed soaked cloth on her face.
“Now that’s service!” he laughed delighted at the two heroines humbled in front of him.
“Oh she was magnificent Joker, you should have seen her in action….I got it all on video.” Harley giggled. “She’d make an excellent villain.”
The Joker cut Harley a mean look.
“Oh but not as good as you, sweet’ems….n…never could be as great as you.” She corrected herself.
Batgirl was hardly amused.
“Where is Jim?” she asked just as a large crate to the right of them fell apart. Inside was the struggling Commissioner, the tank completely filled and sealed.
“You’re a bit…..late. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!” The Villain screamed with laughter.
“You bastard!!!!” Batgirl rushed to the tank, the man inside was struggling to hold his breath, flailing in the water. She withdrew her bat-a-rang and pounded on the glass but the walls of the tank were too thick, it barely scratched the surface.
“Step aside!”
The Joker’s eyes grew as wide as saucers as Supergirl sprang to life. She snapped the bindings on her wrist and pulled the gag free from her mouth. In stunned shock the two dumb founded villains watched as revitalized Supergirl leaped over to Batgirl and with a massive blow shattered the glass tank. Water rushed out in all directions as Batgirl pulled the man free from the trap. She turned his head up to make sure he was ok, but to her shock he wasn’t even human.
“A windup?” She said looking at the life size doll. She had been fooled. On the dim screen on the rooftop she couldn’t tell, she had seen the coat and overreacted.
“You’re in big trouble, idiot!” Batgirl stood next to Supergirl as the confused villain turned his attention to Harley.
“I saw her…it went all according to plan……” she stammered nervously. “I saw them fighting in the dark, she never tipped her off, I would have seen it. I had a spy right next to them!”
“Wrong.” Supergirl smiled. “When I met Batgirl in the hallway I could tell something was up. She didn’t tell me, but when I saw the Hondera executive’s cue cards, there was one extra.”
“I knew you’d be watching me and Supergirl.” Batgirl said smugly. “So when I bumped into that guy in the hall I easily slipped in my card with his stack. When he met Supergirl, my card was already inside. She just had to go on stage and read it, wait for the right time, and give one amazing acting performance.” Batgirl smiled at Supergirl who blushed back from the compliment.
“You cheated!!!” Harley screamed.
“It doesn’t matter.” The Joker suddenly reverted back to his calm and collected self which made both superheroines apprehensive. “If you like performing so much Super-slut, you’re sure to love this!!!!”
Suddenly lights flipped on from all sides. The crates in the warehouse popped open with men inside working cameras from three different angles. The entire back wall that looked like shelves and shelves of material was actually two large curtains that were pulled open and behind them were hundreds of seats filled with people cheering and shouting at the Joker. Batgirl turned behind them, another curtain fell with stands of more people, all around them the entire warehouse was like some large sound stage and she and Supergirl were in the center of it. Supergirl looked to her left and saw several large men in strange costumes glaring at them.
“It’s a trap!” Batgirl shouted.
“No Bat-dummy, “the Joker stepped from behind the desk and pulled a long thin microphone from beneath it. “Welcome, to the season finale of my new reality TV show……WHO WANTS TO BE A SUPERVILLAIN’S APPRENTICE!! Ohhh, ha-ha-hahahahahaha.”
“He’s got to be kidding, right?” Supergirl looked at her friend in disbelief.
“Here is the final episode, the one you’ve been waiting for!” The Joker’s face appeared on several large screens all around the building as the crowd applauded. “We’ve seen our contestants whittled down from 10 hopefuls to the final two.”
Batgirl and Supergirl’s eyes went wide with shock as they watched the screens. There were clips of the hopeful villains doing exceedingly dangerous stunts. One showed all the men swimming to the end of a pool where a large shark appeared from below and pulled an unlucky victim back into the water. Seconds later a slow crimson color polluted the water. The screen quickly flipped to another man jumping from one building to the next, then loosing his footing and falling between the two, another showed a potential villain dodging spinning steel blades while trying to grab bags of cash. The man jumped, took a large bag of money just as one of he blades cut his left leg completely off. The villain fell back screaming as another blade sliced him. His arm, still clutching the bag, fell away in a heap. Both heroines turned away from the screen as the man screamed again as several more blades sliced him apart.
“Yes!!” the Joker smiled delighted as the crowd roared. “And you remember our last show where the field narrowed to the last two….” The screen showed three men standing before the large desk with the Joker seated behind it trying to look cunning in a dapper black tuxedo. Harley, wearing her mask and headdress sat next to him in an executive suit with black rimmed glasses.
“Zuma,” the screen showed the Joker turn towards a large hairy masked man. “You’ve been voted off.” The man tried to speak when the Joker pulled an enormous hand gun from the desk.
“You’re fired!!!” A blast echoed from the barrel of the gun. The impact on Zuma hit him until he was pushed completely out of the picture, followed by the wild laughter from the Joker.
“This brings us to tonight.” He smiled into the microphone, working the crowd. “For our season ender….I told you there was going to be surprises, I told you the final two were going to be tested beyond their wildest dreams……..and here it is. For the final challenge I give you Batgirl and Supergirl!”
The hoodlum crowd hissed and booed.
“And our final two contestants, vying for all the riches and glory of being a Supervillain, Crash and Bloodcount!” The first man to step forward was huge; he was twice as tall as either of the heroines with massive rippling muscles and huge arms. He looked like a large Nordic God with long flowing blond hair and icy blue eyes that matched his costume. The costume itself wrapped around his massive form, but allowed him to move freely as he approached the two heroines with no fear. His massive footsteps could be heard as he stopped in front of Batgirl; even from a distant his colossal shadow covered her completely. He sneered angrily at the two heroines in front of him with resentment on his face.
“These women are not worthy; we should be battling MEN instead.” He mumbled.
The second man who entered was not as large as the first; he was slender with dark spiky hair that covered one side of his face. He wore a simple black jumpsuit with black leather gloves and dark shades over his eyes. He took direct steps out and stood opposite of Supergirl, staring blankly at her until he gave a sly smile of approval.
Batgirl looked at the giant opposite of her and then at the other man.
“This one’s yours.” She pulled Supergirl over and switched places with her.
Supergirl gave a crooked smile at her. She didn’t care how big this brute was, he was no match for a real superheroine.
“No he’s not; we’re not playing your stupid game Joker.” Supergirl said confidently.
“You don’t really have a choice.” He smiled broadly. “Gentlemen they’re all yours, hahhahaha..”
“This will not take very long.” The giant grumbled again now staring at Supergirl.
“Don’t be so sure.” Supergirl was glaring at him, she felt insulted by his belittling remarks but the man only smirked in amusement. The petite heroine looked up at the monster with a knowing grin.

"Lights.” The Joker sprang towards the stands. “Camera.” He flopped down at a table in the front row with two card board cutouts of celebrities on either side of him. “And action!!!” He said in a stiff British accent.
The crowd exploded with applause as thousands of dollars began changing hands in a furry of betting. The camera’s zoomed in ready to catch the action. At the cue both villains lunged at the heroines.
Batgirl saw a flash and suddenly the man standing opposite of her had disappeared. She jumped suddenly as the man was right behind her.
“UUnnnngggg……” He clobbered the back of her with his fist; the disoriented crime fighter went down. She turned behind her, holding her head in pain but his was gone again. She turned again and saw a streak of black whisk past her at phenomenal speed.
“Ohhhh….uunnnnggggg…ooooohhhhhh…” She cried as three blows struck her suddenly in the stomach, ribs and chest, doubling her over and gasping for air. She had never even seen it coming.
The giant grabbed Supergirl’s entire body with one hand, pulling her into his massive form, gripping her like a vise.
“AAAAAAaiiiiiii” Supergirl yelled feeling the surging muscles of the huge man cradling her. She gritted her teeth as her own muscles flexed.
She slowly began to lift herself upward, flying. The large man looked confused as he was lifted off his feet, suspended several feet above the floor.
“If you like that, you’re going to love this.” The smiling Supergirl broke free of his hold in spectacular fashion, grabbing the man by the ruffs of his costume and holding him in mid air.
‘I’ve got to slow him down.’ Batgirl whirled around trying to follow the streaking villain just as a kick landed itself hard against her face, sending her tumbling over and landing hard on her ass.
“That’s enough!” she shouted as she pulled herself up, staggering on her heel and slowly moving to her right.
‘Which way will he be coming?’ she thought as she found what she had been looking for. ‘Let’s give him a target.’ She stretched her body out, making for an open target and then suddenly dropped to the floor.
A blur of black whipped past her and crashed into the steel beam directly behind her. The villain fell to the floor, his sunglasses broken and shattered on his face as he rubbed his bruised head.
“OOoohhh…” the crowd moaned as money moved from hand to hand.
Batgirl immediately pounced on him. Taking full advantage she planted herself on top of the speedster, grabbing him from behind into a submission hold.
“nnnngggg…..” She spread her body on top of his; locking her legs inside of his, trying to keep his feet from planting themselves on the floor. She struggled to secure the man, bending him backwards.

“How?” The confused villain was astounded. The blonde giant looked stunned at the power coming from the young girl. She shoved her shoulder into him and he went flying across the floor, landing hard on the concrete.
“Aarrrhh…” He quickly got back to his feet, clutching the spot where Supergirl’s elbow had implanted itself. “You got to do better than that!” Just as he finished Supergirl planted her foot hard into his face with a roundhouse kick, sending him back down
“How’s that, King Kong.” She did a power stance over him.
“I will not allow a woman to beat me!” he swung his massive leg under her, tripping Supergirl into him where he pounded his fist straight into her stomach.
“OOOohhhhh!!!!” her knees buckled as Supergirl clutched her mid section in pain. The giant followed again with a bone jarring slap across her chest.
“Aahh…nnn…” Supergirl felt the stinging shock across her breast, but instead of falling as the giant had hoped, she recovered by blocking his next blow.
“The bigger they are….” Supergirl said angrily, her chest still burning from the slap as she dug her fingers into the villain’s arm.
“AAAARRRRrrrrrr” He cried feeling her crushing hand, and then he saw the room spinning around him, the camera and lights doing a loop in his eyes, as she flipped him over and flattened him on the floor.
“…the harder they fall!”
Supergirl, still holding his arm, twisted it behind him. He felt the sharp edges of her high heeled boots as she stood on his back and pressed one of her heels into his enormous neck.
“YYyyaaaiiiiiiiii…..” she twisted his arm behind him harder, pinning his face to the floor, she stood on top of him triumphant.
“What’s wrong? Can’t stand being beaten by a girl?”
The blond villain had never seen anyone stronger than him, he couldn’t move, his right arm felt as if it were being torn from its socket, sweat poured down his face. He strained to look behind him at the tiny skirted schoolgirl pushing his face into the dusty floor. To the right of them Batgirl had the other villain in a painful scissor lock, both villains had been floored.
“Ha-ha seems my charges have just learned their first lesson.” The Joker said smugly. ”Let’s up the stakes and throw them a lifeline.”
From each side ten henchmen raced onto the stage. Both heroines released their captives as the men rushed them. Batgirl quickly disposed of the first two, then slammed her heel into another, causing the man to spew teeth from his mouth.
The two superheroines fought back to back, throwing off the charging henchmen as more rushed in.
“We have to do something!” Supergirl shouted over to her partner as she lifted one of the men over her head and slammed his body into four others sending them all reeling back.
“Give me a lift, I have a plan!” Batgirl said as she felt Supergirl’s arm around her waist and lifted both of them into the air. As they rose Batgirl pulled several pellets from her belt and dropped them on top of the crowding henchmen. The pellets exploded sending waves of smoke in all directions. The men coughed, choking on the smoke as tears poured from their eyes, they fell to their knees gasping for breath.
“That should take care of them…..” Batgirl started to say as both were suddenly knocked from the air by a huge object, slamming into both of them and sending them hurling to the ground.
“NNngggg…” Both landed hard, disoriented as to what had hit them. Supergirl looked up and saw the tall blonde villain standing over them. He slapped Batgirl sending her sprawling on the ground. She whimpered slightly, fighting to stay conscious, her eyes fluttering as the second villain kicked her hard in the side.
“OOwwww……” Batgirl screamed and fell silent. The purple clad superheroine lay sprawled face down on the floor. The thin man smiled as he clicked the latch on her utility belt and pulled it free from her waist. He draped it over his shoulder and placed his foot on top of Batgirl’s shimmering round ass.
“One down, one to go.” He looked at Supergirl who started to pick herself up from the ground but was knocked back hard as the giant slammed his fist into her stomach.
“Ohhhhhhh…you bastard…ohhh….” Supergirl doubled over in pain, she drew her fist back to return the punch but was suddenly gasping for air. She couldn’t breath; she clutched her throat, looking around at what could possibly be happening. She then saw the speedster, his hands whirling around, creating a vacuum that was pulling the oxygen away from her.
“AAAAhhhhhhhhhh…..mnnnnggg” she cried as the giant pummeled her again, landing a hard blow beneath her skirt, right on top of her red panties. She withered in pain, gasping for air as the man continued slamming her. Her body buckled as tears flowed down her cheeks, the villain grabbed her between her legs in an agonizing claw hold. His fingers digging hard into her sex, she forgot about breathing for a moment, trying to wrestle free his grip, but it was no use. She cringed as he applied more pressure to her vulnerable spot and then with the other hand he applied the same hold on her breast.
Supergirl struggled, her body weaken from lack of oxygen, she tried desperately to break free, her punches were no more than taps now as she suddenly also passed out.
The mighty Supergirl now lay motionless at their feet, air finally returning to her aching lungs. The blonde smiled at her defeated form, then grabbing her cape he dragged her over to the defeated Batgirl and piled both superheroines on top of each other. The crowd exploded in cheers as the villains posed together with their trophies.
“What…” Batgirl stirred underneath the weight of her friend. She looked at the cheering crowd as two of the henchmen grabbed her, dragging her free.
“Get that Bat-Cunt first!” A henchman missing several teeth sneered as they grabbed hold of her costume.
“Let go of me!!” she struggled but was pulled to a waiting table.
“Don’t move!” The men ordered and forced her gloved wrist together, pinning her hands in front of her, they then wrapped rope over and under each of her wrist until she was secured.
“Move!” One of the men smacked her tight ass hard.
Batgirl winced at the sting of the blow, struggling against the several hands holding her. The caped heroine was forced over to the table and placed down on top, spreading her eagle. They took her bound hands over her head and pinned them above her.
“What are you going to do with us?”
“Shut up, slut!” The men used more rope to secure her to the table as a large red ball gag was strapped in her protesting mouth.
“mmmmfffffff…”
“Just lay back and enjoy.” The thin villain smiled down at her.
Her legs were bent back. The leather of the cat suit squealed as rope was used to secure her booted ankles to her thighs in a tight frog tie. The shining catsuit reflected the lights against her meaty thighs as the men secured her open form.
‘No, what are they planning??’ Batgirl tried to free herself, but the strict tie did not allow much freedom at all, she felt like the main course at dinner.
“We need to make some changes to that sexy costume of yours.” The villain stood between her bound legs with a pair of silver scissors.
“mmmmfffffff !!!... mmmmfffffff!!!!” Batgirl felt the edge of the cold steel as he ripped it through her costume, just under her breast.
“mmmffff..nooomfffff..Nnnnooo” She cried as the sharp edges sliced into the costume, ripping it from right to left until the round shapes of her lower breast were exposed. The crowd applauded and then fell into a rage of applause as the villain took hold of each side of the ripped portion of the costume and pulled it apart to reveal the pink nipples of Batgirls shapely pert tits.
Tears streamed down the masked heroines face as the scissors were inserted at the ripped portion and slowly cut down her body and over her sex. The costume was now cut completely down the middle. Barbara Gordon’s shapely form was clearly visible from under the cat suit, her muscular tummy and curvaceous hips. She tugged at the ropes from side to side as the villain ripped the seam wider. Underneath the only thing left were her blue satin bikini bottoms.
“Ah, the final layer.” He smiled and slipped the scissors between the material and her left leg, cutting the string, and then to the right, cutting it also.
“nnooommfff…ddnnttff”
The villain took hold of the piece of cut material in his hand and pulled it away to reveal Batgirl’s neatly trimmed clit.
Her face went red beneath the mask, she bit her lip hard as cameras flashed and zoomed in, capturing her embarrassment.
“Very nice.” The villain smiled, caressing her trimmed landing slip with his gloved hands and slipping inside her.
“oooohhhmmffffff…”
The henchmen then turned their attention towards the stirring Supergirl. They grabbed the dazed Supergirl, her powers weak and failing she was easily led to an identical table just opposite of Batgirl.
“No, don’t touch me.” She looked over and was shocked to see the bound and fondled Batgirl. “Get your hands off of her! Let go of me!!”
“Move, Supergirl!” A badly bruised and bleeding henchman pulled her forward and stood her just in front of the table.
“Come on.” Supergirl tried to struggle but the men easily overpowered her, crossing her hands behind her back as the maiden of might had to endure the humiliation of being tied up before the entire crowd. The men then pushed her down on the table, taking her legs up the same as Batgirl.
“No!” the giant stopped them. “Not like that.”
A confused Supergirl looked at the smiling henchmen and then was pulled from the table. She looked at them puzzled and then the men turned her around and pushed her face down on the table. The crowd erupted, watching her bent over.
“Let me go! What are you doing? No!!!!” she squirmed as they pushed her flat and pulled her legs apart, the shiny red strip of material from her panties that ran between her legs and into her bouncing ass was now visible to everyone. One man on each side held her leg to the table leg as another quickly encircled her ankles with thick white rope.
“AAAiii…no you can’t do this to us…stop!! No!” She protested but the men merely laughed at her. Several of the men crowded behind her as she was being tied down, slyly sliding their hands under her skirt and groping her soft mound.
“Not so tough now are you bitch!”
“nnggg...don’t touch me!! Get your filthy hands off of me!” She felt the opportunistic fiend on her ass, sliding in and around, she gasped as one actually slipped inside, feeling her warm tender clit.
“I’ll kill all of you!!” she shouted in a rage, struggling hard to break free but the ropes were holding her fast.
“I hope that big boy splits you in two for what you did to my nose!” The henchmen cinched the ropes tight around her ankles and tied it in a perfect knot. She shuttered with disgust as the blooded man’s tongue licked her leg and ass as he stood up.
Supergirl pulled at the tight rope, she felt helpless and absolutely secured.
“When they’re done I want a turn at this slut myself.” One of them pulled an identical ball-gag to the one use on Batgirl. They grabbed hands full of Supergirl’s hair, forcing her to turn and open her mouth. The rubbery red ball was pushed deep in Supergirl’s mouth.
“No.” The blonde giant interrupted again. “I want to hear her scream.”
The crowd jumped and cheered with approval as money changed hands again in favor of the giant.
“mmmmfffffff …ohhh...” The gag was removed from Supergirl’s cherry lips, dripping with her own spit.
The large man’s hands lifted her skirt, flipping it over. He positioned her legs opening them wider.
Supergirl felt him grab her arms and lift her upwards, standing with her legs bound to the table. He took hold of her cape and tore it off. The henchmen happily took the discarded cape and passed it around.
“You don’t want to do this…I’ll kill you….I swear!” Supergirl said half embarrassed.
“You’re in no position to threaten anyone, woman!” He gripped the insides of her costume and ripped it open, tearing the large ‘S’ in half. Supergirl’s large breast bounced out exposed; her blushing pink nipples peeking from under her.
“You…” she started to scream but the giant pushed her down hard on the table, bending her over in a seven position. She pulled madly at the rope binding her as the fiend slid both hands under her panties, between her legs. He gripped the seams of her panties and then ripped free the flimsy silk from her, as Supergirl shook violently with the sudden plunder. The smiling man threw the item behind him to the desperate henchmen.
“No!” Supergirl struggled, she looked over to Batgirl and the villain who had his cock in his hand, hard and dripping, waiting.
“Start!!!” She heard the Joker scream from his observation spot and she knew what was about to happen. She closed her eyes tight, her face ridged as she felt him. She felt her legs pushed wider, her naked vagina pressed down on the cold table, then the feeling of being penetrated by something huge. The giant’s cock was in proportion with his size. Supergirl shuttered her heart racing as he entered her, tight and filling, she bit down hard on her teeth from the pain. Her toes curled inside her boots for what seemed almost an eternity he filled her with his entire cock, then sliding out and back in, widening her tight fit on each pump.
To the right the villain pushed Batgirl’s legs outward, exposing her and opening her wide as he trusted in and out of her. Her body shook violently as he started slowly, caressing her tits and pumping her, then using his speed, he slid easily in and out of her on he own juices. Her entire body rocking with his, she felt a welling of wetness, but resisted. She knew what the fiends were up to, she knew that between her and Supergirl who ever came first would make that villain the winner. She bit hard into the rubber gag as she gasped from the sudden burst of heat overtaking her body.
“Mmmfffff..mmmmmmffffooffffffff…….”
Her saliva dripped from her ruby red lips, her satin bound hands twisting in the bindings above her as her body was raped. Stirring, she buckled with a shock of pleasure as her mound glistened over, she looked over to her left at the other superheroine in the arena being fucked.
Supergirl’s body was wet, sweat poured all over her making her nakedness gleam in the bright lights as cameras zoomed in closer to capture her entire fucked form. Inside her body was burning as the massive man pumped her, slapping her ass with his pelvis, she was beyond wet, her juices were plainly sliding down her inner thighs and coating her boots.
“nnngg…gggaaawwwwdddd…..nnnggggggg….” He shook her entire form, pulling her back into him with her hair; his cock filled her deep and fully.
Supergirl’s legs trembled, the ropes burned her wrist and she felt a great dam welling between her legs. Her nails dug into her hands as he hammered her faster, tears poured from her eyes, the pain and pleasure was too much to bear. She looked over to Batgirl, who also was covered in sweat, her body rocking violently as the villain fucked her unmercifully, her breast bouncing with each stroke. She looked back at Supergirl, and with gag in her mouth she signaled Supergirl, ‘NO’ with her head.
‘Don’t give in.’ She thought as her own body ignited, feeling a pulsating pressure inside her to release.
“Wh…what?” Supergirl mumbled again watching Batgirl shake her head. But she knew, she knew what she meant. Supergirl tried to concentrate, she tried to remove herself from the spectacle she had become, but each time he pumped into her tight mound, she instantly became wet. The giant took hold of her belt, and pulled her hard into him, driving his massive cock deeper and deeper with violent pumps.
‘nnn..nooo..ggoddd….so hot.’ Supergirl trembled as she felt his coarse nails raking her back.
“OOOOOOOHHHHH…OOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Supergirl’s body shuttered, a chill of embarrassment climbed her spine.
“Nooo…no..ooohh…no.” she sobbed, betrayed by her own passions as she surrendered her juices first, her entire body tense, twitching with multiple orgasms as a cloud of shame fell over her while streams of cum drizzled down her inner legs. Tears burst from her eyes as she cried openly, secretly elated with the burst of ecstasy.
“Winner, we have ourselves a winner!!!!!” The Joker screamed.
Batgirl bit down on the rubber ball, her body arcing and jerking, she couldn’t bear anymore, her body pulled against the ropes and humbled herself as she also climaxed. The speedster came inside Batgirl, his cock throbbing as he spilled his cum inside her helpless clit.
“Mmmfffffff!!!nnnnooooo!!!” Batgirl cried watching as he withdrew, a large spillage of cum flowed out of her.
The giant was still fucking Supergirl, his cock hard and stiff.
“No….no more….” She mumbled weakly.
“OOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” He pulled free of Supergirl as an explosion of white rained down on her. Supergirl felt the surge of his warm cum on her bare back, covering her in deep pools of dark stains on her delicate costume.
“My new Apprentice!!” the Joker laughed as the giant raised his hands in victory behind the crumpled captured heroine.
“And as my new Apprentice here is your first and final lesson!!” Joker looked over to the end of the warehouse where dozens of police stormed the door.
“Nobody move!”
Swat teams poured in with guns drawn as panic erupted.
“Never trust anyone, Bahahahahaha!!! Now that’s good TV!! The twist the turns, the surprises!! Ha-ha-ha-ha!!!” The Joker took Harley in his arms and looked at the nearest camera. “Be sure to join us for season two and of course you can purchase the entire season one on DVD.” Harley smiled holding a cover of a DVD with both Batgirl and Supergirl sprawled on the cover.
“Until then,” The Joker pressed a button that opened an escape slide just below him. “ta-ta!” Both he and Harley slipped inside and were gone.
The police trained their guns on the two villains as the crowd stampeded out of the warehouse, dozens trying g to avoid capture as the police chased behind them.
“Untie them.” Commissioner Gordon ordered as both Supergirl and Batgirl were released. The two weak superheroines were wrapped in blankets.
“Sir,” a young cop came up to Gordon. “Your coat?”
“How the hell did that get here?” He took the coat and turned his attention to the two heroines. “Get them in an ambulance, I want everyone rounded up!”
“I’m fine….I just need to rest.” Supergirl tried to push away the ambulance driver.
“Yes Miss, but I have my orders.” He led both of them past the police guards and to the rear of the van.
“We’re fine, you don’t have to….” Batgirl started to say, but suddenly the back doors of the ambulance sprang open and both superheroines were grabbed and pulled inside.
“MMMmffffff…mmmmmmmfffffff….” They struggled and recognized their own torn and cut panties that had been shoved in their mouths as the men pulled them inside.
Supergirl looked at the men inside she recognized many of them as the henchmen.
“We’re going to have a little after party and you’re invited.” They grabbed the weak superheroines.
“MMMmffff…mmmmmmmmmffffffff!!!!!!” The doors of the ambulance closed as it sped away, lights flashing past the police blockade and into the night.

-End