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Batgirl vs Destruction

By: DM_Shadow

Batgirl, Alfred, Wonder Woman and Supergirl are the property of DC Comics. (WW and SG mentioned only)

They say prison changes a person one way or the other. One might walk in a murderer only to get out in thirty years a completely reformed member of society. Another might go in for armed robbery and walk out when his time has been served as a psychopathic serial killer. Still others could go into federal prison and simply stay there forever for one reason or another.

There was another kind of story however. A wanted man could be captured and sentenced to ten years in federal prison only to have his sentence lessened because of good behavior. He could then begin serving the rest of that sentence in a less secure facility where he would make contact with the outside world. That contact could be in the form of a congresswoman of that particular state and it could grow from simple contact into something more. He could form a full fledged relationship thanks to conjugal visits and begin to convince her that he was innocent. It could get to the point where he had a certain power over the congresswoman who was married while having an affair with him, a convicted felon. From there he could blackmail her into gaining secret possession of certain items that had been long forgotten by most in the outside world. Unnoticed he could force her to let him into an area where he could have access to a module that would allow him to escape captivity if he could get passed the lone person that stood in his way; a simple congresswoman. Such was his story.

He looked down into the frightened eyes of the woman that he had made to believe he was her lover and friend. She looked up from her knees pleadingly as he held her wrist tightly, “Please Jacen, don’t do this! You’re better than this!” He silently moved her closer to the wall where her head was directly against it, “I am not better than this.” With calm emotionless eyes he clinched his free hand into a fist, “And I’m not Jacen. You may not call me Jacen.” His voice rose slightly as he quickly brought his fist down and crunched the congresswoman’s face. She was sandwiched between the wall and his fist and he heard, as well as felt, a few cracks. Blood ran from her nose and ears as she collapsed to the floor unconscious. He knelt and snatched the keys she had been granted off of her belt as well as her personal keys from her pocket. Then he roughly grasped the severely injured woman’s face, “You may call me your Destroyer!”

He stood and left knowing that nobody would stop the congresswoman on the way out. She had arranged it where few would even know she was here. It was perfectly played where there would be only one other person for him to escape from. And he would be no problem at all. His mind returned to a burning question that sang in his mind; was he reformed and harmless or much more dangerous than when he was captured long ago by Supergirl?

There was no question in his mind. The Destroyer was back and more vicious than ever. He even knew who his first victim would be. A smile formed on his face as he thought of the plan he’d had five years to work out. Like the patient and perfect plan that had gotten him free from prison, or would as soon as he rounded the next bend; that plan too was perfect.

Barbara Gordon paced slowly as she was in deep thought. Had she made the right choice or a stupid choice? Why did she need to be the one who stepped in and did it anyway? It was a great question that deserved an answer. Unfortunately there didn’t seem to be a clear cut answer.

“Ms. Gordon?” the seasoned voice of Alfred, Bruce Wayne’s trusted butler, spoke into her thoughts, “Forgive me madam but you have yet to answer my inquiry. Do you think it is wise for you to take possession of the suit? Surely it would be best served to remain here locked away in the mansion.”

She shook her head, her red locks swaying behind her, “And have someone break in here while Bruce is away and find you protecting it? No way Alfred! I’m sorry but I’m taking the suit with me. You cannot change my mind so please stop trying. It was the right thing to do,” she said more to herself than Alfred, “The suit wasn’t safe and secure before. The fact that anyone could get in touch with a corrupt politician and possibly gain access to a suit that grants incredible super strength is too large of a risk. That’s especially true when you think of the damage he was able to do to Diana and even Kara. No,” she turned away and grabbed the case that carried the armor suit, “I’m keeping it with me.”

Still the protective older man wasn’t willing to give up just yet. “Ahem, forgive me once more Ms. Gordon,” he said in a tone that was probably identical to the one he used to say ‘check mate’, “But isn’t the memory of what happened to Madam’s Diana and Kara the perfect reason you don’t need the suit with you? Thank you for thinking of me my dear,” he eyed her steadily, “But what if he comes after you?”

He was right and they both knew it. But she just couldn’t risk endangering Alfred to any manor of goons while Bruce was away just because this suit of armor was more secure at the mansion. She spun on him with a little frustration evident in her voice, “I’m Batgirl Alfred, not some little girl that needs protecting! I can take care of myself. And besides what makes you think he would ever come after it. He’s escaped and on the run but he would never find out that it was me that took it. No one saw me and yes, I was careful. If anyone came after it, it would likely be some two-bit loser who was drunk with dreams of power.” She leveled her gaze at him one last time, “It’s over Alfred and I’m taking it!” Barbara spun on her high heels and proceeded to walk from the room and down the long hall towards the door. God why did this place have to be so big? It made it extremely difficult to make a dramatic exit.

By the time she reached where the door was located she felt horrible for talking to him the way she did. She was only trying to protect him but then, that’s all he was doing for her as well. Turning her head just enough to where her voice would carry down the corridor she just walked she said, “Thanks for looking out for me Alfred. I’ll call if I get into any trouble I promise,” she lied.

His calm voice sounded out, “I’m certain you will my dear. Do be careful.” She closed her eyes and ignored the feeling that she was making a mistake and walked out the door.

“WHAT!?” The Destroyer’s voice exploded from his throat, “What do you mean it’s not here?” He held the guard two feet up onto the wall by his neck. He had followed his plan perfectly and gotten out only having to deal with one other person. The paid off guard who allowed the congresswoman in and out for a fee was now unable to enjoy the extra fruits of his labors. The bitch had told him exactly where his armor suit was located and after a little encouragement, the guard led him to the warehouse that supposedly housed it. It was a short drive and he could almost feel the power that the suit would give him before they even arrived. The guard’s pleas that he would be fired for leaving his post fell on deaf ears. The fool would be fired for taking part in the escape plot even if it was unknowingly; and besides it made no difference to Jacen.

All was going fine and according to plan until the guard walked to where the case that carried the suit was. Inside was supposed to be a case that carried his armored suit. The same suit that helped him destroy Supergirl once and Wonder Woman a few times was only moments away. That was until he saw the case open and empty. The guard finally squeaked out a reply, “Please don’t. I’m as shocked as you. Don’t.” The Destroyer glanced at the empty case and his anger overflowed. He threw the man down onto and through a nearby table. Without his armor suit he had greater than normal human strength. It was nothing compared to how strong he was when wearing the armor though. For his plan to work he needed it!

He stormed around the room turning over furniture and other containers. Most of the things in the small warehouse wouldn’t have held his armor but all reason was gone now. The Destroyer was all rage. No matter where he looked it still wasn’t anywhere to be found. At last he found the guard cowering against the wall. The damned guard knew where it was or who took it; Jacen knew he did! He roughly picked him and punched him hard enough in the stomach that spittle spewed from his mouth. “Tell me where it is!”

Tears streamed down his face, more than likely from the hand clasped around his air supply, and he shook his head, “Don’t… know. T,” he coughed, “Truth.” The Destroyer slammed his fist into his stomach twice more and yelled, “Liar! Who has it?!” Blood dripped from his mouth as he became weaker in The Destroyer’s grasp, “Tell me now!” Destroyer really thought the whimpering joke of a man would pass out but instead he choked out a few words, “Tape…surveillance t…tape.” Destroyer followed his weakened gaze to a camera that was positioned high and almost totally invisible against the dark backdrop of the ceiling.

Of course, why hadn’t he remembered that? The congresswoman had installed surveillance to keep track of anyone who might steel his armor. That was back when she was breathing and willing to do anything to help him out. He pulled a back-fist brutally across the guard’s face sending him unconscious to the floor. Destroyer smiled, “Thanks for the tip.”

It took time and more patience than he had ever had, but finally he found the hidden nook where the camera’s feed played onto a small black and white screen. The controls were simple and cheap but that worked well for him right now. He reversed the tape and watched for any kind of movement. The camera was pointed down at a steep angle at the case but the movement was clear when it came. A dark figure that he couldn’t make out, almost a shadow, passed across the screen. He went back to the place where the movement happened and played it back in real time. He still couldn’t tell who or what it was. The darkness of the warehouse hadn’t effected whoever it was but he could see a slight illumination that showed the main case being forced open and the other case being taken out. Then the figure turned away and was gone.

Still unable to tell who it was, Destroyer played the tape back several times searching for any clue he could find. The third time through a quick flashing red and blue caught his eye. It was faint as if blocks away a squad car had his lights on and passed by. It was only for a second which he knew was why he missed it the first two times, but it was there. He played it slowly and then paused it when the red flash was at its brightest. It was hard to be sure of any detail but it was clear at least that the figure was female based on the shadowy curves the light revealed.

“Ah!” he said as his eyes, while intending to follow her curves, saw something else. How funny he thought that an instinctive reaction for him to look at the female’s chest would reveal the identity of the thief. He smiled at the thought and then checked again to make sure he wasn’t imagining things. There it was resting on her ample chest; a colored figure against a black background. It was in the shape of a bat. Destroyer rose and calmly walked out of the warehouse. He started the car and began to search for the nearest gas station. He would use the stolen card of his old friend to fuel up and ready himself for a long drive. It was time to pay a visit to Gotham City and get Batgirl’s attention. The adrenaline had already begun to flow and he already knew exactly what he was going to do.

Detectives were legendary for their tiny little listening devices and all other forms of spying on someone. While Barbara Gordon would never claim to be some great detective, she did learn the tricks of her crime fighting trade from a man some would call one of the greatest detectives ever. Bruce Wayne, aka Batman of course, had showed her many different ways to find out particular information. Her personal favorite was the flower that had been created by Wayne Industries. A woman could wear it in her hair and the feed could be sent to a receiver up to ten miles away. It was simple and brilliant all at once as it seemed were the best of inventions. That wouldn’t have worked for the reason she needed to spy this time.

She didn’t enjoy the thought of spying on Alfred and the Wayne Mansion, but it had to be done. Alfred was too good at his job not to notice an extra bouquet of flowers lying around so she had to get creative. It was imperative to spy on him also because he was so good at his job; the mandate he gave himself that is. He would never have just accepted her just doing this on her own. She suspected he would contact Bruce and ask how he wanted Alfred to handle it. Barbara intended on staying ahead of the game. Hence the listening device she had planted near the front door of Wayne Manor. It would help her do just that.

After a few switches and buttons were thrown and pressed she turned the volume up. There wasn’t anything immediately going on. It wasn’t too surprising since Alfred was basically the only one there, not counting kitchen staff or other lower employees who could be around, so she hadn’t expected much. If it weren’t for the quiet sounds of a quiet room she would think her bug wasn’t working. The low toned hum of a furnace far away, the quiet swoosh of air conditioning in the background. Sure she had to turn the sensitivity much farther up to catch such things but it confirmed the device was doing its job.

BING BONG! The thunderous sound of a doorbell sounded through the head phones. Barbara winced, “Way to go Barbara; deafening yourself is bound to help the situation.” She adjusted the volume accordingly and heard footsteps. Then the squeak of a door and Alfred’s voice, “H… how may I help you sir?”

Her ears perked up at the slight hesitation in Alfred’s voice. He’d been answering that door for years and rarely even had his voice crack much less actually stutter over the greeting.

“Yes, I’m J.D. Starr from the Gothom Herald,” a strong male voice spoke, “I wonder if I couldn’t ask Mr. Wayne a few questions about his recent activities with his various charities? I’m doing a story on the several lower income charities in town and want to get his take on them.” Barbara relaxed back in her chair. What had she been expecting anyway? The whole point of the bug being there was to listen and know if Alfred contacted Bruce about helping her in some way. She wasn’t Batgirl for nothing after all. If they didn’t think she could take care of herself then she’d have to show them both. They should know by now though and perhaps they did. Barbara began to feel a little guilty about leaving the device there. It appeared Alfred had trusted her while she hadn’t fully trusted him.

“I’m sorry,” Alfred’s calming voice said, “Mr. Wayne is out of town on business. I’m afraid he’s not expected back for some time.” She stopped her hand at the lie Alfred told. Her finger had almost cut the feed. Bruce was supposed to be back the next day. Why would Alfred lie to the man that severely unless…

“In that case might I come in?” the man’s voice spoke in a statement more than an inquiry. Then there was a footstep and it was followed by another. Alfred’s reaction was strong and immediate, “Sir you cannot come in. No sir! I will have the authorities remove you! Ugh!” Barbara’s eyes popped wide and she stood so fast that her chair turned over behind her. The recording got worse still. Surely, she thought, it couldn’t be him.

“Where is it old man? I know you know all about the batty shit in this god forsaken town. One of the fucking bats stole something that belongs to me! WHERE IS IT?” Alfred’s voice was slightly shaken now after whatever attack had occurred, “J.D. Starr, sir, horrible false identity. You must know your face is all over the news outlets.”

“The suit you old ass man! Where! Is! It!” slight grunts sounded between each word and Barbara knew she had to think and move fast before Alfred was hurt badly or worse. Still she couldn’t just take The Destroyer’s suit to him could she? The rest of her thinking and planning would have to be done on the way. There was no way the case would safely fit on her Bat-Cycle so she’d have to risk taking her every day car.

Quickly she ran into the room where her costume was. There was no time for taking her time. She stripped out of her clothes and left the black bra and panties she was wearing on. Quickly she pulled the tight costume up her toned legs. It fit like a second skin which made it a usually slow process of changing. This time she went as fast as she ever had however. Her toned flat stomach was covered tightly and the she situated her breasts into black and yellow costume. Once everything was in place she put her cowl in place, grabbed the case and walked out the door. She caught the reflection of Batgirl in the mirror on the way out. Blowing out a heavy breath Batgirl said to herself, “Time to put up or shut up Barbara; game on!”

She stopped her car with the headlights out far away from Wayne Manor. Without waiting another moment she ran up the long drive and saw the door was now closed but the vehicle that the bastard had used was still in the drive.

Not good.

There was no point in being quiet now so she hit the door at a dead run and kicked it as hard as she could. It burst open leaving shards of splintered wood on the floor. She was grateful the door wasn’t locked fully or that would have been much harder to do. A growl could easily be heard from the far side of the bottom floor, “I won’t ask you again old man. Where is the fucking case? Tell me or I’ll assume I have no other use for you and put you out of your hysteria.”

Batgirl snarled as she ran with the case across the large house finally coming to where she could see his back and his fist ready to do more damage to Alfred. She instinctively spread her legs shoulder feet apart and put her fists on her hips. The case rested on the floor next to her, “Looking for this?”

He turned around and it was all she could do to not to flinch. Standing with a look evil enough the Joker would be envious was the large frame of the now famous escapee; The Destroyer. “Hand it over Bat-Bitch!” He wasted little time talking and rather began a steady march towards her. She slightly turned her shoulder to him and winked, “Come and get it big boy.”

She squatted and snatched the case then turned and fled back towards the door. Leaping over furniture she sped away from Alfred. He appeared to be near unconsciousness from her quick glance and she knew he couldn’t take any more abuse. It was hard to be even false with her taunting wink earlier. Now that she had him away from Alfred however she turned on him with a scowl, “You want the case? You got it.” She swung the large case around and hit the Destroyer directly across the shoulder. It knocked him down to one knee and bought her the time to go outside. The farther away she got the better.

Once outdoors she had a few steps on him. Batgirl ran to the side of the large estate and turned to face the oncoming Destroyer. “Why don’t you go get it?!” she threw it over her shoulder and watched the snarl of The Destroyer as he started forward. She stood ready but he was going to run right passed her for the case. Not willing to let that happen she took advantage of his inattention and tripped him. He stumbled for a step or two before falling onto his face. Batgirl was on him when he fell, raining blow after blow down as hard as she could. Every one brought back thoughts of how terrifying it must have been for Alfred to be subjected to such abuse.

She paused for a brief moment, “That was for ignoring me. This is for… ah!” He was faster than she thought and much stronger. Just as she had been about to slam his face into the ground with several more punches he had turned and slammed a back fist across her cheek. Now she found herself on her hands and knees in the grass straightening her cowl. Before she could stand up his boot kicked into her side. Batgirl spun over and landed on her back now holding her side, “Ah… god…”

“Can’t just let it go huh Batbitch? You want a piece of this? You should have asked your friends about me,” he leaned down and drew a fist back, giving her a perfect chance to knee him across the face. “I did,” she replied, “They said you talk too much.” Batgirl felt good about the knee but wasn’t nieve enough to assume he was out. Not willing to wait she sprang towards his prone form. To her horror he was faking his prone-ness and turned over. Cursing herself for believing he was even that hurt she now was helpless to the boot that rose and pounded her in the stomach. All of the air rushed from her lungs and she rolled over his head lay curled up trying to breath. This wasn’t good. She knew she had to get up and fight. His hand grabbed her shoulder and turned her onto her back. Batgirl threw a punch trying to surprise him but he deflected it and the follow up punch to deliver a stunning punch to her chin. “Ugh…” Batgirl was dazed and tried to clear her head to no avail. Another punch in the same way stunned her more and was followed so closely by a third to the direct point of her chin.

Unconsciousness was a strange feeling. The last thought was that the punches hurt like hell. Now she opened her fuzzy eyes to the sight of a cock in her face and a draft on her skin. “Wha?” finally her full predicament swam through her mind. This fool had knocked her out long enough to rip and remove most of her costume. Now he had his large cock out and was sliding it across her vision. “Say hello to the true destroyer of Wonder Woman, Supergirl and now Batgirl.”

“No!” she yelled as she backed away and slapped at his arms; trying to do anything and everything to deter him. “Get off of me you pervert!” She noticed in her near panic that her utility belt was only feet away. Sadly this goon was still on top of her. She wanted to slap him but instead she punched him; hard. It only spurred him on to have a bloody lip though and he roughly pushed her leg off to the side before reaching for something. Her fear rose as she saw he had her bat rope. Batgirl swung two rushed fists at him but one glanced off of his shoulder and the other was caught.

“Ugh!” she yelled as he back-fisted her once again. She was slightly dazed but not for long. Unfortunately it was long enough for her to feel her body turned to one side and her arms pulled behind her. He wrapped the rope around her wrists quickly and lazily but secure enough that she couldn’t break the hold they had on her.

“No! Agh, get your hand off of me! Let me go!” Never one to just take a beating Batgirl was struggling and wiggling around again. Her leg flew out and actually hit something as she twisted around. Another kick landed and she started to feel like she could really get out of this. Then he caught the next kick in both hands, smiled and flipped her over again.

“You wriggle around too much. Let’s see if we can’t fix that.” She was flipped over again and felt her ankles being tied together with the remaining length of the rope. Then he bent her legs up and to her horror she felt that she could hardly move anything then. Worse than that when she was flipped back over her legs being tied to her hands in the way they were forced her hips into the air and her legs to spread. For some reason this brought fully to her mind the situation she was in. Tied in that manor and basically wearing boots, gloves, her cape and cowl and only tatters of anything else.

This wasn’t good at all. She tried to wiggle away and the Destroyer only laughed and followed her rolling figure, “There’s no getting away now Batgirl.” He easily reached her and flipped her over into the hated previous position again. She opened her mouth to yell at him again to stop. To remind him that he couldn’t do this to her and that actually he was the one who was going to lose. It turned into an awkward sigh however as his fingers suddenly were probing the delicate folds of her nether lips.

“Don’t be so suuuughhhh…” She weakly moaned as her body immediately responded to his touch. Batgirl couldn’t possibly hate it or him more but her body had no such prejudice when compared. Still there was no way she was just going to sit and take it. Bound as she was there wasn’t a lot she could do with a large man above her but she twisted and tried to turn. It was all to no avail. She could feel her pussy getting wetter and she growled in disapproval. This couldn’t happen.

His fingers touched and caressed her as if they were born to do it. Like an expert sculptor finishing off a provocative statue he ran his fingers over her pussy and just into it. He flicked her clitoris and her hips pumped once involuntarily. Her eyes were closed and her teeth clenched in desperate attempts to refuse him the pleasure of seeing her body enjoy what he was doing.

Now moving faster he circled around her inner lips with his thumb and explored her nearby asshole with his other fingers. Batgirl bit her tongue to keep from moaning and tried to move enough to break his contact. He followed obsessively and never broke contact.

“AHh…” so determined not to give a hint of pleasure in reaction to his hand’s attacking and working over her crotch, she had been totally unprepared for his other hand to clamp around her nipple and squeeze. For reasons beyond her understanding her hips pumped into his fingers once again and another sigh escaped her clenched teeth.

“That’s it Batgirl,” he taunted and seemed to be more calm than he had been the entire time. It was almost like he felt at home and comfortable at last. His mind was off of his desperate chase and he was simply enjoying terrorizing a heroine again. “It just gets better from here.”

Both hands now worked over her swollen and protruding nipples but she was ready and fought the urge to make any sound. Her lips curled into a snarl and she opened her eyes only enough to find his face and spit at him. He only smiled and surged forward.

“Grrrrggggg” she growled as his surge forward ended in him plunging his rather large cock into her pussy. Slowly at first he moved inside of her, patiently filling her completely. Again his experience and expert ability to move in the right way was unreal. It was as if they were lovers for years and he knew exactly how to move with her. Once he was fully inside of her his fingers released her nipples and planted onto her hips.

Batgirl again fought the strongest urge yet to moan in pleasure as he began to move in and out faster and faster. God it felt so good but to have it done by such a wretched man made her sick. Her eyes now remained closed and her head turned away to the side. Goosebumps washed over her as a chill preceded her body jerking mightily. This time it wasn’t her trying to get away but rather fighting herself to try and keep the building orgasm at bay.

“Unnnnh…” Batgirl weakly sighed. She had meant to growl or yell or anything to let him know he wasn’t making her enjoy this. Sadly the only sound she could manage sounded even to her like she was enjoying it. Of course part of her was. Her fingers clinched into the grass beneath her as he moved steadily in and out of her. A pleasure filled moan escaped her lips again, “Ahhhhhgggg!” She flexed her tight flat stomach and arched her back as she felt her climax reach ever closer. No, Barbara, don’t give him the satisfaction; fight it. As if he could read her thoughts or maybe her face he seemed devilishly adept at making it extremely difficult to fight the coming orgasm. His fingers chose that moment to return attention once again to her breasts. Squeezing a few times and then painfully pinching then forced her bound hands and fingers to dig deeply into the dirt. “Gaaaahhhhh!!! Nnnnoooo!!!”

But something had changed inside of her. She could feel her body getting closer and the helpless feeling that there was nothing she could do to stop herself now. Still there was the conflicting urge to win and not to give in to the bastard. It was a fight she knew she couldn’t totally win. His rhythm increased more and the sound of his flesh slapping against hers swarmed her mind as an erotic sound. His detailed attention to her breasts and nipples again drove a passionate moan from her.

“Ah… ah… no…stop… ahhhhhhh!!!!” here it was. There was no stopping it now and she knew it. Part of her let go for the briefest of moments in time. She couldn’t stop it anyway so why not enjoy it she figured. It was the pebble falling that allowed the dam to burst. She felt her juices surge and her muscles clinch as the orgasm took her in multiple waves.

“OHHaahhhhh!! OH! Uuuuughhhh!” Alternating between moans and grunts and growls, it was all sounds of pleasure now though. “Oh… oh…oh sssoo go…no..no…naah ah ah ah ah…agggghh!” The pleasure continued in near constant bliss as her hips rocked mightily into his cock, begging for more even though Batgirl would never intend to do so.

“Ehhhah ah…” the waves of orgasms finally passed and her body relaxed back onto the grass as much as it could. The Destroyer pulled out and she felt him move up her body. He roughly grasped her head and turned it to face his large and pulsing cock. When her mouth refused to open he slapped and squeezed her breast. That didn’t work so he plunged what felt like six fingers into her dripping pussy. Much to Batgirl’s detest, her lips parted slightly. It was plenty enough for him to plunge into her mouth.

“Mmmmm!mmm!” She yelled but he was deep into her mouth now and large enough that she couldn’t really bite down. “That’s it, suck it all. Clean it all off like the slut you are.” Batgirl’s tongue seemed to act on it own as it did what he asked for at least partly. She gagged as he finished in her mouth. It was such a rush of hot cum that most of it went down her throat but some spewed back out of her mouth.

He pulled out and wiped his cock on Batgirl’s cowl. Too weak for the moment she merely closed her eyes and waited. “Consider yourself destroyed BatCunt!” It took her a moment to realize he was finished. He had left her and walked away.

Her neck craned to see where he was and saw he was walking towards the case. Batgirl’s eyes widened and she forced desperate energy into her limbs and muscles. Looking around she saw where her costume remnants and utility belt were. In the most painful of moves she forced herself into a kind of roll where she could get to the belt and her grapple that had the sharp edged bat at the end of the long nylon like string. It took a few starts and stops, a lot of grass and on her naked body but she got there. Once there it was simple to find the thing but harder to grasp it behind her in a way that she could use it. Finally she did and looked again for The Destroyer. He was feet away from the case now as she was feverishly cutting the binding rope. To her relief she felt her hands fall free which made it a much faster process for her feet.

“AAAAAAHHHHGGHHHHHH!!!” A primal scream sounded from nearby. She was up on her feet once again. It was hard to ignore her nudeness but she did her best to aim properly with her grapple. It wasn’t a perfect toss but the nylon rope went across her attacker’s feet and wrapped around enough to make him fall across the case.

She walked up and did her best job of ignoring the fact that she was nude still with this man’s seed on her cowl and lips. “Aghh… LET ME GO BITCH! I’ll show you no mercy this time!” She smiled to herself, “You seem upset. Do you have a question for me or something that’s bothering you she joked. Batgirl knew exactly what was bothering him. He voiced it anyway.

“Where is the ARMOR? WHERE??!!” She took the rope she had brought over and fought to tie his hands behind him securely. When she was certain he was held so he couldn’t escape, she went farther and tied him tighter. Then she rolled him over to where she could see his face. He was more in shock than angry. She laughed as she planted a foot heavily on his crotch and twisted.

“AGGHH!!! YOU BITCH!”

“Surely, my Destroyer sir, you didn’t expect me to actually bring the suit of armor that gave you such powers here to you did you? Oh, look at your little face. You did; you thought I had brought it. Well no. Actually if you want to know where it is, I’ll tell you.”

“Tell me bitch or when I get free I’ll fucking kill you. Tell me now!” his voice thundered. She merely shrugged and responded, “By now it’s towards the bottom of the river or swept so far downstream that no one will ever find it. You’re never going to find it, which is handy because you’re never going to get free.”

A quiet voice sounded behind her, deep and strong, “I have the authorities on their way madam. Why don’t you go get yourself washed up inside. I’m sure Master Bruce wouldn’t mind.”

She turned to see the bloodied but steady face of Alfred. “Alfred, are you sure?” He waved her off, “I can watch him from here my dear. You’ve obviously done the dirty work already and well enough that he isn’t getting free.”

She began to walk back inside and heard Alfred once more, “And madam if I must say, masterful job disposing of the armor. It was best to be put in your care.” Batgirl smiled and enjoyed the cover of darkness as she walked back to the large Manor. “Thank you Alfred.”

She was inside and dressed as Barbara Gordon when she heard the authorities and was glad she had grabbed the tatters of her costume on the way inside. After what he had pulled, breaking free of prison and murdering congresswoman, she knew they would put this dangerous fool in such stern custody that no one would ever hear from him again. He would be where he deserved to be, in prison. And he would be there for a very, very long time.

The End

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