BG Fantasy - His point of
view
by
Barnabus
Written:
6/11/04
Revised:
xx/xx/04
(Batgirl, M/F,
fantasy, non-consensual sex, mind control)
SUBJECT: Michael realizes he is the center
of Batgirls fantasy. Will
he be able to fulfill it?
WARNING: This is an adult story,
containing sensitive material of a sexual nature, including graphic descriptions
of non-consensual, "vanilla" sex.
If you find such material offensive or are underage, do not read further,
but please bypass this story for one more suitable for
you.
Batgirl is copyrighted, trademarked, and owned by DC Comics. I am simply borrowing her for a while to encourage her sex life. Michael belongs to me. This is a work of fan-fiction. It is written for enjoyment and entertainment purposes only, and no commercial profit is expected to be made from it. It may be copied for personal use or for posting on other sites, provided the sites are free sites . . . it may NOT be posted on any site that requires a "membership fee" of any kind. This includes adult verification sites. This story may NOT be posted to any site requiring an AVS where money is involved. (If you do copy this story to another web page, please give me the courtesy of an e-mail, so I can see where my work is going. Who knows? Maybe youll introduce me to a new favorite website!)
The date of the story is current times, reflecting the modern attitudes
towards casual sex.
It is a retelling of my story, Batgirls Fantasy (what an original
title!) but told from His point of view.
For maximum enjoyment, it is suggested you read the other story
first. But if you are only going
to read one story, this is the one to read!
Like most stories of this ilk, at the end of the story (unless there
is a sequel) the characters are magically returned to their original condition,
undamaged, unharmed, and unchanged in any way with no memory of the events
that have taken place. .
. It is as if the story
had never happened, because, after all, it never really
did.
Special thanks are offered to Robert James
Waller and his book, The Bridges of Madison
County. After reading this book, I modified the flavor
of Batgirls sex-scene, incorporating new elements into the
interplay.
Batgirl
normally uses birth control and the Michael is aware of this fact, as we
will learn in this story. In
'real life every reasonable adult should know that he or she should
behave responsibly when participating in sexual activities and he or she
wishes to avoid unwanted conception and the spread of
disease. (If you cannot behave
like a responsible adult, youve got no business participating in sexual
activities anyhow!)
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I appreciate
your comments, both positive and
negative.
Feedback is welcome at
barnabus329@hotmail.com.
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PROLOG MICHAELS
BACKGROUND.
As a child, Michael knew he
could tune in on
other peoples thoughts. As
an adolescent, he learned he could modify other peoples thoughts, thus
exercising control over them, but he quickly learned not to use this
talent since it could cause injury to the other
person. As an adult, he
met and married a woman with similar powers.
They were acutely aware that their abilities
could inflict serious and permanent injury on
others. So together they carefully studied their mutual abilities,
and developed a set of ethics, or a code of conduct for their
use of their mind control
abilities.
1. Never injure another person, except in dire self-defense.
2. Never make a person do something they would not normally do.
3. If you use mind control on someone, try to leave the other person
better off than he was before he met you.
4. Lesser is better. (Another way of stating this rule is "Do not try to gain things by mind control that you can gain by normal interaction".)
Michael and his wife worked together, honing their mental
skills. One would practice a
technique with the other carefully monitored what was happening and helping
fine-tune the process.
Michael learned to eavesdrop on others and when both he
and his wife agreed, he learned to tweak the thought processes
of others without injuring them.
They always followed the rule lesser is
better.
After a few years of marriage, Michaels
wife died of a brain tumor. He
was devastated! A couple
of years after his wifes death, Michael decided to once again seek
female companionship and signed up for some college courses, hoping to meet
some eligible females. And
he had met and enjoyed some fresh young
girls. But he also enjoyed the
college atmosphere, so he stayed on.
During his second year in college, Michael
took an art appreciation course with a rather flaky
professor. During the course,
the professor had arranged a field trip to the Gotham City Art Gallery and
arranged an invitation for his group to attend a mayoral reception .
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Chapter 1 At the Mayors
Party
Michael relaxed and smiled as he surveyed the
crowd. He had never been to
a mayoral reception before, let alone in magnificent Gotham
City.
He
had taken an Art class as part of his college curriculum and the professor
had arranged this field trip to Gotham City to view a special exhibit at
the Gotham City Museum. Since the professor was also a regular political party
worker, he had been able to arrange an invitation for his class to attend
this reception at the mayors residence and Michael had actually met
His Honor, the mayor (even though it was only as he passed through a reception
line).
Gothams museum had been excellent, and Michael had spent an
extra day wandering through it enjoying the different styles of artwork that
were on display. Actually, Michael
enjoyed eavesdropping on the patrons as much as he had enjoyed
the artwork itself. He had spent
30 minutes before one abstract painting listening in on the thoughts of the
passers-by. It was a harmless
pastime, but eventually he moved on.
When he prepared for the Mayors party, he idly wondered if Batman
or Batgirl would attend the reception. Not likely, he
concluded. This reception was
an openly political gesture where the Mayor could pay off some of his political
debts, so it was unlikely that any of the super heroes would even be invited,
much less come.
Still, being basically a boy from a small town, Michael enjoyed the
pomp of the Mayors mansion.
He tried to relax and enjoy the
party. When he met the Mayor
in the reception line, Michael was surprised to find that His Honor really
enjoyed meeting his constituents and chatting with
people. Apparently, this was an opportunity where the mayor
could be away from many the pressures of his office and relax in what was,
hopefully, a purely social setting.
Chapter 2 Michael is the center of
her attention
Michael completed his mandatory conversation with his professor, and
moved to the side of the room to surveyed the other
guests. Many of them were Gotham
Citys beautiful
people. Several guests
had been invited to be recognized by the mayor for having done something-or-other
that they had done for the city.
There were a few diplomats, the police commissioner and some other
city officials. Briefly, Michael
considered approaching the police commissioner and asking for an introduction
to Batman and Robin, but then he remembered they were out of town on some
sort of mission.
Suddenly, Michael felt a tension in the small of his back and the
short hairs on the back of his neck stood
up. Immediately he recognized it for what it was: a sort of
telepathic feedback he received when his subconscious recognized that someone
was scrutinizing him, watching him, thinking about
him. It was an unconscious defensive
mechanism built into him that he had learned to
acknowledge. Often, this feedback was nothing of significance, but
sometimes it gave him the ability to avoid potential
problems.
Casually, Michael sipped his wine spritzer, the only one he had allowed
himself tonight, and surveyed the crowd, looking for the person who was studying
him. Suddenly, his eyes were
drawn back to a young woman halfway across the
room. She was a brunette wearing
an off the shoulder, black satin, semiformal gown that emphasized her breasts
(although they werent too big) and flared from her waist exposing some
crinoline slips at the hem which was just above her
knees. She looked like she was
around 27 years old, attractive, but she didnt strike him as overly
beautiful like a model might.
Just as his eyes were about to meet hers, her gaze moved and focused
on the painting on the wall behind
Michael. Without thinking, Michael
slipped into her mind to see what her interest in him might have
been. She knew that she had been caught and Michael
felt her sense of embarrassment.
She blushed! And
almost immediately turned away.
He
resisted the temptation to smile as he recognized that her interest in him
had been simply sexual attraction.
She had seen him, she had liked him, and she was scopeing him out
from across the room, plain and simple.
Although Michael didnt have a girlfriend right now, he wasnt
actively looking either.
Still, she was attractive enough and seemed to have a good enough
body to rouse his curiosity beyond a passing
glance. He tuned in deeper and
at first was confused as her thoughts were wandering in and out of a . .
. a problem with cataloging . . .cataloging for a
library! She was a
librarian! A librarian at the
main Gotham Public Library!
Passively maintaining his mental contact with her, he turned and went
to the punch table to pick up an alcohol-free tonic
water. Mentally, his eyebrows
rose as she callously appraised his backside as he moved away from
her.
As
her fantasies about him become more intimate, Michael looked deeper into
her sexual attraction toward him. She was single, no male (or female) figure actively involved
in her emotions at the present time.
In fact, as he looked deeper, he found a deeply repressed, but very
present sex drive in her psyche.
Why would a woman with such a strong sex drive repress it so completely,
so deeply?
A
fashionably dressed lady whom he had met earlier waved to him, so he stepped
up to her for a light conversation, still listening in on the mind of the
brunette. He felt the resignation
in her mind as she assumed he and the woman were a
couple. Michael stationed himself
so he could maintain his current conversation while keeping an eye on the
sexy, but repressed brunette.
Almost as if she were speaking out loud, he heard her thoughts: I
dont really have time for boyfriends or
lovers. And even if I had some
time Id always be afraid the . . .
Michael sensed a strange vibration from her, then observed her pull
out a beeper that had been hidden somewhere on her
person. As she glanced at the
message, her entire persona changed, and without a backward look, she moved
to a door and exited.
As
Michael allowed the mental contact to break, he turned his full attention
to the fashionably dressed lady. Although physically beautiful, she turned out to be a
shallow, frightful bore, and Michael ended the conversation as soon as he
could do so politely.
Taking a seat at the side of the room, his thoughts were drawn back
to the sexy brunette he had seen across the
room. From the brief glimpse
into her mind, he knew that she had a potentially wild
libido. But she had so repressed
her sexuality that it would take a major effort to free that
libido. It would be like seducing
a virgin. The payoff would be
enjoyable, but it would require so much work getting her into bed that it
really wouldnt be worth the effort.
Still . . . there was something else there . . . something he felt
he had missed. He reviewed her
final thoughts: even if
she had some time, Shed always be afraid the . .
.. The what?
If he had been concentrating, he knew he would have been able to find
it, but as it was . . . it just wasnt there!
Suddenly, he got a glimpse! When she had looked at the beeper, there was something
about a bat . . . no, it wasnt a bat . . . was it the
bat-symbol?
Michael concentrated on his
memory. Did Batman have a Brunette
assistant? He couldnt
remember any hint of anything like that.
Of course there was Batgirl, but she was a redhead, so Michael dismissed
this train of thought. Still,
he was intrigued enough to want to learn
more. What did he know about
her? She was a librarian at
the Gotham Public Library.
If
for no other reason than to satisfy his curiosity, Michael decided that tomorrow
he would have to pay a visit to the
library. That settled, he joined
a group of his fellow students and joined in their conversation as they were
speaking in awed tones about meeting the Mayor of Gotham
City.
Chapter 3 Michael visits the
library.
Mid morning, the next day found Michael climbing up the steps to the
public library. A second flight
was required to get to the main reading
room. As he approached the main reading room, Michael listened
in to the minds in the area. It
wasnt hard finding her mind.
And sure enough, there she was behind the librarians desk at
one end of the room.
Although she said nothing, she was surprised as she immediately recognized
him. Michael walked directly
to her desk and asked about the availability of out-of-town telephone directories
(the first thing he could think of).
Her name tag read Barbara Gordon, and without losing a beat, she led
him to the shelves where the directories were
kept. She watched him as he
thanked her, selected three directories, and moved to a table to begin his
reading.
As
she returned to the librarians desk, Michael took the time to carefully,
but subtlety look through Barbara Gordons memories and
thoughts.
She was Batgirl! No
doubt about it. She had a hidden
closet in her apartment with everything she needed for her duties as crime
fighter. There was a secret,
hidden elevator to take her to the ground level garage where she kept her
bat cycle. Michael jotted down
her address from her memory. Then
looked a little further into her
thoughts. He still wanted to
know why she was so hung-up on sex.
He reviewed her sexual memories, aware that
she was also remembering her sexual experiences at the same
time. Three lovers in college:
the second one seemed to be a winner.
After college, she came to Gotham, became Batgirl, and her duties
as Batgirl had kept her from any kind of meaningful relationship since
then.
As Batgirl, she had been raped several
times. Obviously, she had learned
to deal with being raped, but having rape as her normal sexual experience
had to take a heavy toll on any girl!
When she had turned 25 (a rough age for any girl who is unattached),
she had orchestrated a number of one-night-stands in an effort to try to
develop a normal sex life, but these encounters had only left her feeling
more lonely and less satisfied than ever!
Poor kid! Michael
thought. No wonder she has repressed
her sex drive!
Michael returned the directories to the proper
shelves, nodded his thanks to Barbara Gordon, and then left the reading
room. Once outside, he sat on
a bench, pretending to make notes in his date book as he
eavesdropped on Barbaras
thoughts. After last night, he wasnt surprised that she was
fanaticizing about having sex with him, before she consciously put such thoughts
out of her mind, reminding herself that her duties as Batgirl simply would
not allow any such relationship, even though she knew she craved
it.
Michael pondered what he knew about Barbara
Gordon, and wondered what, if anything, he could do for
her. Of course, he would love
to bed Batgirl (what man wouldnt?) and with his mental abilities, it
would be easily accomplished. But
he had a code of ethics to contend with.
He could not cause injury, physical, mental or emotional, to
her. And she would have to be
left better off afterwards than she had been before.
Of course, Michael could simply introduce
himself to Barbara and ask her out, and generally help her work her way through
her problems. But that would take weeks, or even
months. And in the end, he would
have probably bedded her, had the satisfaction of having helped her out,
but other than that there wouldnt be that much reward in it for
him. And it would take a lot of time!
He knew he should simply pocket his date book
and walk away, leaving Batgirl to her own devices and to solve her own
problems.
But here was an attractive young lady who
was desperately lonely and wishing helplessly for a satisfactory relationship
with a man! Michael didnt
want to walk away from all the pain he felt in
her. But what could he
do?
Chapter 4 Moral
Dilemmas
Michael pocked his date book and left the
library. There was a coffee
shop across the street, so he went in and ordered a cup of java while he
continued his thoughts about
Barbara/Batgirl. Through the
cacophony of silent thoughts, he sought out Barbara in the Library across
the street and very gently listened into her thoughts as she continued her
mundane tasks.
Getting her into bed, or more correctly, getting himself into
her bed, normally would be a simple exercise for
him. But he would be returning
to college with his group tomorrow (unless he chose to extend his visit to
Gotham). And a simple
one-night-stand was not what Barbara
needed. If anything, it would
simply push her deeper into the quagmire of emptiness and depression she
was already experiencing.
Michael remembered reading a thesis about Batman, the Dark
Knight, and how everything about him seemed to be deeply routed in depression
and darkness. Barbara at 26
years old (he now knew her age and even her birthday) was definitely headed
in that direction and her desperate collection of one-night-stands when she
turned 25 showed her that, on her own, she was absolutely unable to change
her direction from darkness and depression to a more normal
life. And Michael wasnt motivated enough to stay in Gotham
to begin a long-term therapy
program. Was there any way he
could help her move more toward normality in a short period of
time?
All normal forms of interaction wouldnt work without use of
harmful controlling of her mind.
He
couldnt just walk up to Barbara and say, Im your
fantasy. Lets
fuck! And a fantasy is
always such a private thing that any way he tried to verbally state
it, Barbara would probably react
negatively.
Then again, Michael had his own fantasies
also. And his fantasies involved
Batgirl, not Barbara Gordon!
Obviously, Michael couldnt just present himself to Batgirl and
hope she would fall into bed with him. He had no legitimate way to talk to Batgirl or even contact
her. And even if he should encounter
her somehow, as far as she was concerned, Batgirl had never seen Michael
before.
Still, Barbara had a fantasy, and Michael knew it was a strong one. Fantasies are wonderful! They give you imaginary power and experiences you might . . . might never experience otherwise . . .
Then again, Michael would be fulfilling a fantasy of his own, namely,
bedding Batgirl. But the stress
and energy required to do so left him wondering if it was really worth the
effort. He resolved not
to violate his ethics: he couldnt force her to do anything she
wouldnt normally do, he couldnt injure her, and whatever he did,
she would have to be better off when afterwards than she was
before. Still, if he wanted
her in his bed, how would he do it?
Unless it was in some sort of world that
wasnt real . . . because fantasies always occur in a world that isnt
real.
A
fantasy. A world that
isnt real. A place where
things that are not legitimate can happen, where the unreal can become
real. A dream
world.
Slowly, a thought emerged and gradually grew to become a full blow idea, one that might actually become a real plan!
. . . Batgirls fantasy . . . . . . . . !
Chapter 5 Michael Makes
Preparations.
Michael thought through her fantasies, and none of them offered him
the access that he needed. He
turned up the connection with her mind and gently searched looking
for an approach that might work.
He came up with several possibilities . . . oh, how he wished he could
make notes, but committing to paper anything he learned telepathically was
a no-no for him. Finally, he
concluded that there might be possibilities and that was enough for him to
commit himself to the project for a few days . . . a week at the
most.
Paying the coffee house check, Michael traveled to the neighborhood
where Batgirl lived. Her Apartment
was in a classy area, but in typical Gotham fashion, the next block was a
much lower class, and one that Barbara was not likely to
frequent.
Seeing an Apartment For Rent sign in a window, he rang
the buzzer for the superintendant. of the
building. A cash payment up front of two months rent plus an addition
months rent for security deposit rented him the apartment without the usual
background check, and with the help of a little mental manipulation, the
agreement was sealed without any
paperwork. Michael also blurred
the mans memory so he wouldnt remember exactly what Michael looked
like.
Finally, he returned to the hotel where the College group was staying
and told the Professor that he planned to stay on in Gotham for a few days
for independent research and wouldnt be returning with
the group. Next, he went to
the front desk and extended his reservation for a
week. (Money was not a problem
for Michael since he had just completed his bi-annual trip to Las Vegas where
he had carefully accumulated enough cash to last him over six
months. But thats
another story.)
Leaving most of his luggage in the large hotel, he took only what
he would need to the newly rented apartment and waited for Barbara to return
home from work.
Chapter 6 Barbaras Dreams and
capture.
Settling into his newly rented room, Michael took a short time to
mentally scan the area to see if anyone had noticed him or if he was being
observed for any reason. Only
his new landlord was sitting in his apartment wondering who he was and why
he had rented this apartment, since he was not the usual type to rent
from him. Michael took a few
minutes to gently remove his curiosity from the landlord, and then to confirm
that his memory was blurred sot that he would not be able to identify Michael
from photographs or in a lineup if that were ever to become necessary.
Once this chore was completed, Michael carefully
selected Barbaras thoughts from the cacophony of mental activity of
Gotham City. With so many people in such a confined area, it took him
a little while to concentrate on Barbara and to exclude everyone
else. But Barbara, just like
everyone else, had a unique brain wave, just like every radio frequency is
unique. It was not difficult
to find her thoughts and tune out everyone
else.
It had been a quiet evening for Barbara, and she was preparing for
bed. After she had turned out
the lights, she briefly indulged in a fantasy about the man at the
party before dropping off to
sleep. As she drifted into a
deeper sleep, Michael let her dreams
come. They were normal
dreams. Short, often disjointed,
frequently meaningless and immediately forgotten.
At this point, it was easy to direct her dreams
and thus solicit information without risk of her realizing what was
happening. Sometimes it took several dreams over a period of time
to find the information he needed, but long before the sun began to glow
in the east, he had learned the details of Batgirls costume, the fact
that it was virtually a suit of armor, made of Kevlar, her only exposed skin
being the area around her mouth that wasnt covered by her
Cowl. He had also learned where
the zippers and other fasteners were and their
idiosyncrasies. It was not
surprising that her utility belt was booby trapped and had to be opened a
certain way, and that there was a homing device in her belt that required
deactivation.
Michael was so fascinated by the technical
details surrounding Batgirls life that he almost forgot to determine
that her birth control was up-to-date (like a good superheroine) and to do
a quick check of her sexual history, preferences, and
orientations. He noted that
her sex-life (other than the various rapes and attacks on her person) was
almost non-existent and that she craved to have a normal sex
life with a good man, but that this was not possible because of the necessity
that she was constantly on call as
Batgirl.
Once Michael felt he had all the information
he needed, he settled her into a deep, refreshing sleep that would allow
her to awake rested and comfortable, totally unaware that a stranger had
been intruding on her dreams for most of the night.
Michael was extremely tired, being up so late
and having spent such an extended period in concentrated
work. But he took the time to
plot out several scenarios that he might use to capture
Batgirl. He knew he would require
specific equipment for most of them, so after making mental notes of his
requirements, he, too, slept soundly.
He woke around 10:00 the next morning, found
the telephone book, and planned his day.
Most of the day he spent wandered the streets, apparently aimlessly,
window shopping, locating various drug stores and other specialty
stores in different neighborhoods throughout the
city. Once he found a store,
without entering it, he would mentally seek out a principal employee and
seek out the information he needed:
did the store have the merchandise he
wanted? What sort of security
was used by the store, specifically was the store covered by closed circuit
video surveillance. How many
employees were likely to be in the
store? At drug stores, he sought
out the mind of the pharmacists and ran a quick check on the equipment and
medications they had in stock.
By 5:00, he had covered all of the items he
might need to purchase and traded money in several banks for currencies in
a lower denomination. In each
case, he had the teller put the money in an envelope so that Michaels
fingerprints would not appear on any of the bills.
Back in his newly rented apartment, he napped
until it approached Barbaras
bedtime. Mentally, he observed
her as she prepared for bed, and waited for her to fall into
sleep. This time, Michael gave her more specific dreams that
she would remember.
In her first dream, he snuck up behind her
and chloroformed her, intending to take her to his lair and abuse
her. But Barbara had such a
revulsion at the thought of being choloroformed that she forced herself out
of the dream and woke up, sweating and
upset. Obviously, that was not
a pleasant fantasy for her. She
was so upset by the dream that eventually Michael had to trigger her sleep
centers so that she could again slip into
sleep.
Once she was deeply asleep he led her to dream
that Batgirl met him in an alley.
He could sense her tension as they spoke in the dream and eventually
he led her up to his room where they made
love. As the dream ended, Michael
let Barbara awaken and felt her
disappointment. She had found it to be a pleasant dream/fantasy but there
was no way that it would every happen in real
life. She dozed
again.
In her next dream, Batgirl met him and they
battled. He conquered her and raped
her. As she was being taken,
Michael recognized her discomfort.
Batgirl had been raped by villains before, and, by definition, this
could never be a satisfactory
experience. Michael allowed
the dream to fade without her waking.
Then he led her dreams to another
scenario.
In
this dream, Batgirl was lying on a table or
bed. Although not bound, she
was paralyzed and totally defenseless beneath his
hands. She reveled in the way
his hands caressed her vulnerable body and how helpless she was as he mounted
her. Barbara woke slowly as
the dream faded. She was sorry
that this dream had ended!
In many respects, it had been so perfect that she truly regretted
its termination! And this last dream seemed to have been
Barbaras ultimate fantasy: almost as if it was the fulfillment
of every erotic daydream she had ever had!
Michael smiled.
This was the fantasy she enjoyed, that she wanted most of
all! And this was the
fantasy he would fulfill for her!
He
sat back, leaning against the headboard of his bed, mentally running through
the scenario, and thinking through the supplies he would
need. He knew everything
would be available. And, indeed,
the non-descript room where he was living would be an acceptable
location.
As
the Eastern skyline began to become brighter, he checked up on Barbara
again. And he was pleased that
she was relaxed and would soon be dozing off
again.
Yes!
He had found her fantasy!
Michael slept late the next day, catching up on his
rest. During the afternoon,
with utmost discretion, he traveled to different parts of the city to make
his purchases, and as the workday ended, he returned to his rented room with
his various bundles. After a
light meal, he set up his equipment, carefully dressed himself in his
thiefs costume, i.e.: a black turtleneck and black pants,
a dark sports coat and a slouch hat to hide his
features. He considered using
black face paint but decided that wasnt
necessary.
At
about 8:30 PM, just as the night was thickening, he put on a set of rubber
gloves and went to a payphone and using a calling card he had obtained from
a drug store, he placed a call, through several intermediary circuits to
confuse anyone who might want to trace it, to the Gotham City Police Emergency
line, reporting an crime in progress that he knew would require Batgirls
attention. After he hung up,
he waited in the phone booth watching the alleyway entrance where Batgirl
would appear as she set out on her
duties. Sure enough, a
few minutes later, she zipped out of the alley and away.
Once she had left, he sauntered down the street to the entrance of
the alley and made his way into it.
It was exactly the way Batgirl had envisioned
it. With the personal blueprint
furnished by Barbara, he quickly found the hidden entrance into her building
where she would return to store her
bat-cycle. And the hiding place
across the alley was precisely where he anticipated, and in fact was better
shielded that he had expected. And
as he hoped, there were a couple of crates available where he could support
his hand so he could take better aim.
Carefully, he checked his weapons and settled into waiting as the
new-moon night deepened and the entire environment became
darker.
It
was about an hour before he recognized that Batgirl was on her way
home. He was ready and
in position as she wheeled her bat-cycle down the alleyway to approach the
hidden door in her building.
Michael reached out to her mind, and gave her a discernment that there
was someone else in the alley with her.
She stiffened and looked around, quickly making out his shape in the
shadows. She was facing him
directly, and his aim was right on
target. He pulled the trigger,
firing a tranquillizer dart. His
aim was true hitting her cheek where it was exposed through her cowl, but
immediately, he dropped the gun and picked up a second.
Batgirl pulled out the dart, then started moving in on
him. Michael was
frightened! He sensed the weakness
she was feeling, but still she was coming at
him. He fired again, and again,
he knew his aim had been accurate, hitting her
chin. And he dropped the second
gun picking up a third, but there was no time to use
it. She was on him and grabbed
his lapel pulling him from his hiding place, when her grip
weakened. She stood there glaring
at him for a moment before darkness closed in on her and she began to
sink. She was no longer conscious
when he grabbed her to keep her from falling to the ground, carefully protecting
her from her fall.
Michael wrapped her in a carpet and hefted her over his shoulder to
carry her the short distance to his rented room.
It was a difficult trip,
because she was heavier than he expected, probably because of the Kevlar
armor she wore. But within a
few minutes, he gently set the carpet aside and lay his sexy burden on his
bed.
While keeping the rubber gloves on his hands, he took off her gloves,
and took a set of her fingerprints on a fingerprint
card. Before he took the last
fingerprint, he went to the Polaroid camera on a tripod and carefully focused
before setting the delay timer
mechanism. Then he returned
to Batgirl and took the final fingerprint as the camera snapped its
picture. Setting
the fingerprint card aside and inspected the
picture. It was
satisfactory: Batgirl and her
cowl were clear and it was obvious that someone, who was not really in the
picture, was taking her fingerprint.
Next, her carefully removed her cowl and
wig. Sure enough, there was
Barbara underneath. He rolled
her on her side facing away from the camera, carefully splaying her lustrous
dark hair over the mattress, and he placed the cowl and wig on her
hair. Then he snapped a second picture showing her back and
cowl, definitely displaying the fact that she had been
unmasked. Again, the picture
was acceptable. He placed the
two pictures and the fingerprint card in a plain manila envelope which he
left on the table.
Michael turned the camera away. He didnt want any pictures that would place her
in danger or reveal her identity.
Pictures have a way of falling into the wrong hands, and he most
definitely didnt want to jeopardize either Batgirl or
Barbara.
Next, her carefully placed an intravenous needle in the back of her
hand and hooked it to a previously prepared bottle on a stand above her,
and adjusted the drip into her system, providing her with a constant flow
of normal saline solution with a carefully determined amount of a certain
drug. Checking his watch, he
calculated how long it would be before the sedation from the tranquilizer
darts wore off and compared that with the amount of the drug she was receiving
from the IV. Satisfied, he rolled
her on her back and carefully restored the wig and cowl, so that she was
once again, the classical, masked
Batgirl. Then, he sat back and
waited.
Chapter 7 Batgirl lives her
fantasy!
Gently, Michael tuned in to Batgirls
brain. Again, he reminded himself
that he was only an observer and was here to complete her fantasy,
and thus any modification of her thoughts or feelings was
forbidden. He didnt want
to cause her injury in any way, nor would he make her do anything she really
didnt want to do. And
he hoped she would be better off after this evening than she was
now.
Batgirls consciousness slowly returned to her, and he
listened in as she groggily took stock of her
situation. As her eyes slowly
focused on the IV bottle on her left side, her eyes followed the plastic
tube, and she had to lift her head to observe that the IV was feeding fluids
into a vein on her left hand.
Michael was not surprised that she was able to lift her head, albeit
with a great effort. He had
purposely under-medicated her, preferring to err on the safe
side.
Likewise, he was not surprised when she tried to sit up and pull out
the IV. She hadnt noticed
his presence yet, and she didnt have the strength to resist him when
he put one hand on her shoulder and grasped her hand preventing with her
reaching the IV. Gently, he
pressed her back on the bed and adjusted the IV giving her a little more
of the drug.
Still tuned in to her mind, he knew that the tranquilizer
from the darts was wearing off, and the muscle relaxant from the IV was taking
effect. He felt her reaction
as she recognized him, and she tried to ask him, Who are
you? It was difficult
for her to form the words.
Michael remembered the answer he had formed
from a number of her previous fantasies.
Im the man of your dreams,
he said gently.
W. . . .w . . . . why . . . ? she somehow
managed to speak. And Michael
knew that soon the relaxant would not allow her to speak at
all. But he had the response
she needed from her fantasys.
Because I want you! he spoke
softly. His intonation matched
the imaginary man of her fantasy perfectly, which sent chills down
Batgirls back. Its
one thing to enjoy a fantasy in the privacy of your own mind, but its
quite another thing if the fantasy suddenly becomes
reality! Hearing him say the
words made her suddenly realize how un-real the fantasy
was. And yet, she was
here. And so was
he!
Satisfied that the IV was providing her with the correct dosage, Michael
stood back and relaxed.
He
sensed her attempts to struggle to get away, but the muscle relaxant would
barely allow her to move. What little strength she had a few minutes before faded
away. Michael continued to
listen in on her mind as she realized that the drug was permitting
her mind to return to total consciousness but depriving her of the use of
her arms and legs. However,
she recognized that she was regaining her sense of touch, even though she
had no movement.
He
moved to the side of her bed where he leaned over her to kiss her
cheek. She tried to pull her
face away from him but her neck muscles didnt
respond.
I wont hurt you! he whispered into her
ear.
Michael was surprised at the invectives that flew through Batgirls
mind, but of course, the muscles of her throat were not under her control
and all she could get out was a few grunts.
Im sorry, but your voice muscles are also
paralyzed. You wont be
able to speak to me. But I know
what youre thinking, so I wont do anything you really dont
want me to. He told her.
Like hell you know what Im thinking, you bastard!
Batgirl tried to respond, but only a few gasps, gurgles and grunts came out.
Michael smiled and passed his hand over her face, caressing her
cheek. Holding her face gently,
he kissed her lovingly on the lips.
He was pleased that she enjoyed the kiss, even though she resented
being kissed without her consent and participation.
Batgirls eyes widened, and dropped to watch as he slid his hand over
her chest, caressing her breasts through her
costume. As he suspected, her
costume was really body armor, so she wasnt able to feel his
touch. She lost sight of his
hand when he passed beyond her breasts.
Michael hadnt thought of this contingency, so he asked her if
she would like a pillow under her head so that she could see
more.
He
heard her mental scream of yes and no at the same
time. Being unable to move,
what was happening was probably rape, therefore
repugnant. But she also felt that he had somehow tapped into her
favorite fantasy: being paralyzed by a handsome man who, in her dreams, turned
out to be a gentle and considerate lover.
Michael produced a pillow and gently lifted
her head. Immediately, he realized
that it wasnt right and caused a crick in her
neck. Of course she couldnt
speak, but he fluffed the pillow a bit and adjusted it.
Batgirl was
amazed. Was he psychic, or
what? Her head was raised just
enough so that she could see the length of her body, and she watched, fascinated,
as his hands again passed over the mounds of her breasts and slid down to
trace the outline of the area where her legs
met. Even though she could feel
nothing through the body armor, the view of his hands passing over her body
caused her breathing to quicken and she realized she was actually getting
damp.
Very nice! Michael
commented.
Michael examined the buckle of her utility belt carefully, finding
the button to disarm the hidden booby
trap. Then, removing the utility
belt, he studied it a moment longer before pressing two signal
buttons. As he continued listening
in on her thoughts, he knew that the two buttons had sent the message that
she was going off duty and that she would not be available for calls until
further notice. He
studied the belt buckle a little longer, and once he was satisfied (both
from his examinations and from the mental feedback he was receiving from
her) that no distress signals were being transmitted and that its homing
device was not activated, he set the belt aside.
Michael enjoyed Batgirls reaction as she wondered how he knew about
the fail-safe mechanisms and how to disarm
them. What other secrets did
he know about her?
Again, Michael returned to caress her face, and was gratified that
this simple action somehow made her feel valued and treasured, even though
she was paralyzed and totally at his
mercy. Then his hands dropped
to her shoulders to release her cape.
Rolling her partially away from him, his hand immediately found the
top of the hidden zipper, which he slowly, sensuously, pulled down the length
of her back. Still unable to
move, Batgirl recognized that he knew exactly where to find the
zipper. She decided he must
have carefully examined her costume while she was still
unconscious.
Michael gently separated the back of her costume to slide the armor
off of her shoulders and down her arms. Allowing her to roll on her back again, he easily drew
the bodice over her right hand.
Her left hand required more effort and he had to momentarily disconnect
the IV, then carefully slide the costume over her hand, being careful not
to disturb the IV needle still in her.
She watched him reconnect the IV.
Still tuned in, Michael observed how scrambled Batgirls
brain had become! She had enjoyed
this in her fantasies on numerous occasions, but she never imagined how sensual
the actual experience would be!
Somehow she felt like the sexiest woman in the world as she lay helpless
beneath the hands of a handsome stranger, the top of her costume lying bunched
over her waist.
Michael sensed Batgirl trying to move again,
and when she couldnt, she watched, fascinated, as his hands returned
moved to hover above the mounds on her chest that were still covered with
the simple white cotton bra she was
wearing. She knew her nipples
were clearly outlined through her bra and it excited her that he could see
her so clearly. His hands lingered
over her breasts, not touching them, but definitely able to do so at any
time.
Her anticipation was mind-boggling while she
awaited his caress. She
couldnt speak. She
couldnt reach out to press his hands to
her. She couldnt even
arch her back, raising her bosom into his
hands. He would have
to actually touch her. He
had removed the top of her costume, the next thing he would do would be take
possession of her breasts, that was what he always did in every
fantasy. But it didnt
come! All she could feel was
the heat radiating from his hands through the cotton
fabric. The eager suspense
was causing her panties, still ensconced in the bottom of her costume to
drip with expectation. Just as she was about to swoon with desire, his hand lowered
and her breast flattened slightly under the weight of his hand, sending both
relief and repulsion throughout her.
This time, she could most definitely feel his touch, and even though
paralyzed, she her breathing increased.
Her panties were soaked, a fact her waterproof costume hid for the
moment. But he would soon discover
how wet she was becoming.
He rolled her nipples through her bra and
she and she began whimpering at the
stimulation.
When Michael felt that the stimulation was
about to overwhelm her, he slid his hands to slide downward, and noted shivers
pulsing throughout her entire body.
She was not so surprised this time when he quickly found the remaining
fastenings holding her skin-tight costume in place and released
them. Using her imagination
as his guide, he slid the costume down her long, beautiful, shapely
legs. Although still completely
paralyzed, she actually quaked under his touch.
Michael was intrigued and excited as his hands
caressed the beautiful, soft, yet athletic
body. He was growing impatient
as he observed her delectable body being revealed before him, and he sensed
her stimulation from this simple process of his removing her
costume. He kept in close contact
with her mind because he wanted everything he did to match her
fantasy. He noticed her wondering
how he seemed to know her every thought, desire and
yearning. And he smiled to
himself. But he was pleased
that she was recognizing this as a living, breathing, thrilling replay of
her favorite fantasy. Even though
she was still paralyzed, she gave a moan of surprise and pleasure as he drew
her costume over her feet and let it fall to the
floor. Since nothing she was
wearing would hold fingerprints, he peeled off his rubber
gloves.
Now, it was his bare hands that slipped up
her thighs, over her hips, and finally enclosing her breasts, taking a few
selfish moments to enjoy her attributes.
Then he slid his hands under the small of her back and released her
bra. Peeling off the bra, he drew it down and off her right
arm, then down her left arm. He
had to disconnect the IV to completely remove the
bra. Then he sat back and surveyed
the exquisite form before him, gazing at all the parts of her body he was
about to lay his hands on. His
fingers traced her breast and outlined her very erect
nipple.
Youre beautiful! he
exclaimed. Cupping her bare
breast in his palm, he reiterated.
You are truly beautiful!
Michael had intentionally not reconnected the
IV. He knew she would slowly
regain the use of her muscles, but it would take
time. And he anticipated that
when she did, she would be too far gone to
resist.
Moving downward on the bed, he captured the waist band on her matching
cotton panties and drew her panties down and off of her, pausing to kiss
her mons venires before completing the removal of her
underwear. Again, he took a
few moments to admire the physical perfection being displayed before
him. Still tuned in he knew she was panting in
eager anticipation of her fantasy being
consummated. And not wanting
to cheat her of any part of her fantasy, he moved to the side of the bed
once more. He felt her pang
of both fear and excitement as she eagerly waited for him to
undress. He slipped off his
jacket, pulled the shirt over his head, then drop his trousers to the
floor. She started at him and he sensed her
disappointment. The man in her
fantasy had always been uncircumcised.
But Michaels blunt instrument faced her and caused her a moment
of disorientation before she accepted it and turned her eyes away from
him.
Her breaths were coming quickly as he lay
beside her, their bodies touching.
There was no thought of resistance in her mind, but he felt a
dissatisfaction in her, which he sought
out. She wanted
more! She wanted
conversation! There had
never been any conversation in her fantasy, but now that it was real, she
craved a deeper relationship that comes from talking, even if its just
whispering sweet nothings into her
ear. Michael wanted to oblige
her, but he couldnt find any script to
follow. Finally, he decided
to stick with her original fantasy: one without
conversation.
Her breaths were coming in raged gasps as
he lovingly manipulated her breasts, still trying to follow her fantasy as
closely as possible. He truly
wanted everything about this encounter to be Batgirls dream come
true. She absolutely quivered
beneath his touch. He was doing
everything right!
His mouth found her nipple and he began to gently nurse on her, gradually
pulling more of her breast into his mouth until he was rolling her nipple
against the hard ridges of the roof of his
mouth. Slowly, with great effort,
she raised her hand to support her breast to keep it from slipping out of
his mouth. Yes, control of her
muscles was coming back to her!
But she wasnt going to do anything to stop this fantasy from
progressing to its ultimate fulfillment.
She struggled to lift her hand to the back of his
head.
His hand slid down her stomach and palpated her mound, gently massaging
her with his fingertips. Batgirl
held her breath and he allowed her to mentally direct his fingers slid down
the length of her slit. And
one finger came to rest half way between her vagina and her clitoris, indirectly
stimulated her clit, but also manipulated her vaginal
entrance. She felt her senses
soaring! He was doing it
right! Again, he inwardly smiled
as she compared him to her second lover in
college! He accepted the comparison
as a complement and noted that what he was doing really made her feel like
a woman! A real
woman! A complete
woman.
Her arms, a little stronger now, pulled at him to draw him on top
of her. He permitted himself
to be led, and his every move was a response to her
desires. Whatever she wanted,
he did!
Gently, he spread her as he moved over her, sliding one knee between
her thighs. Willingly, she separated
her legs and bent her knees to open herself and to welcome him as he settled
between them, the crown of his penis gently making its way between her swollen
labia.
She was ready for a better touch, now, and his well-lubricated finger
found her clit. She melted!
. . . not . . . fair . . .! she managed to say, having
to make great effort to get her words out of a throat that was still largely
paralyzed.
Surprised that she could talk at all, he
asked, Whats not
fair?
Both you and me . . . she managed to croak out, .
. . against just me! Not
fair!
Slowly, gently, lovingly he entered her, each millimeter bringing
a new thrill. Mentally, he observed
that his finger, still on her clit, was complementing his penetration of
her, tripling the stimulating effects on her, and lifting her emotions through
the ceiling! Her thoughts were
mishmash, totally overpowered by the libido being released by her hormones
and the liberation of her long repressed sexual
desires. She wanted to cum, but she also wanted this to last as
long as possible. Pathetic in
her physical weakness, all she could do was to try to hold him close to
her.
By the time he had completely penetrated her,
she had both arms clutching his shoulders and had managed to wrap her legs
around him, pulling him deeper and deeper into
her. Whereas he was satisfying
his fantasy of bedding Batgirl, Michael couldnt help but notice she
was anything but the tight virgin he had enjoyed in his own
fantasies. Obviously, she had
been badly used, or misused if you prefer, and greatly stretched, probably
quite painfully. Violating his
own rule, he planted a subconscious directive in Batgirl, the only one he
had planted in her, to learn how to exercise her Kegals, and to start
strengthening those muscles.
Their lovemaking didnt happen
fast! Michael wanted her to
enjoy the experience to the fullest, and, selfishly, he wanted to enjoy her
as much as possible.
Carefully following the desires and responses
in her mind, Michael played with her body taking her to the brink of orgasm,
only to slow down, then to lift her even higher, only to back
off. Although he delighted in
the way she responded, he knew it was taking too long for her
taste. He sensed the disappointment
and frustration she felt at never being able to reach
Nirvana! Just when she approached
despair that they would never reach climax, he lifted her once more toward
her zenith planting the suggestion in her mind that this time they
would achieve consummation. Her
grunts became moans. And after
each stroke, she gave a high feminine sound as she
exhaled. She began repeating
and incoherent plea, her face frozen, her breaths choking, her hips grinding
into him as much as her weakened condition would
permit. Gradually, her face
took on a mixture of expressions: eagerness, sadness, a little
fear. It was the expression
of a woman about to cum. It
was building now, building more.
She wanted nothing more than to reach
ecstasy. And together they soared
into orgasmic oblivion, both of them screaming from passion as they
came.
She collapses beneath him,
exhausted. But she still feels
him twitching sporadically within
her. Although she had
regained much of the ability to move her limbs, Batgirl was so completely
drained in her post-coital bliss she couldnt
move. She simply lay
beneath his panting form, her legs slipping from around him, but desperately
trying to keep her arms grasping him to
her. She felt
good! That was one amazing orgasm! She gave a sigh of sweetness
and peace.
I . . . I . . . . I dont . .
. She was gradually regaining
control of her speech, but the words came out in a hoarse
whisper. I dont . . . even . . . know your name . .
.
He lifted his head and she saw him smile at
her as he withdrew from her. She
tried to hold him to her, but was too weak to prevent him moving to the side
and rising from the bed. Her
eyes focused on him as he approached her left hand and she saw him inject
a clear fluid into the IV needle still in her
hand.
Suddenly realizing what was happening, she cried out,
Nooooooooo! but her cry came out more like a whimper as once
again, darkness closed in on her.
Chapter 8 Batgirls
release.
She was disappointed. But
she was angry, also. She felt
betrayed that he would drug her after leading her to such erotic
pinnacles. Futilely, she tried
to resist the drug. And Michael
watched her mind go dark as unconsciousness closed in around
her.
Michael, himself, felt the weariness of the
activities just concluded. He
would have much preferred to curl up and spoon Batgirl to him as he, too,
slept. But that was not to
be. First, he dressed himself
in his basic black pants and
shirt. Then he put on
a pair of bib overalls.
Carefully, he redressed her, making every
effort to restore everything as it was
before. He put on a pair of
cotton gloves before handling her utility belt and
cape Once they were in place, he returned her glove to her
right hand. The left hand still
had the IV needle, so he tucked her remaining glove into his
belt. Michael located the manila
envelope on the table and, still wearing his cotton gloves, briefly inspected
it contents: a fingerprint card and two
photographs. He fastened the
envelope to a clipboard and once again, he wrapped Batgirl in the carpet
and hoisted her over his shoulder to carry her back to the alley where her
bat-cycle remained. He kept
his mind tuned to the few people around him, but he knew that a man wearing
overalls and carrying a clipboard and a bundle would be totally invisible
to everyone in the world. He
was right. No one paid him the
slightest attention.
In the alleyway, he carefully propped Batgirl
on her bat-cycle, leaning over the
handlebars. Once she was in
place, he took a few moments, using night vision goggles, to find and pick
up the dropped tranquilizer darts from the ground and safely store them in
his carrying case. Then, he
placed the manila envelope in her saddlebags and looked at his watch, determining
how long it had been since he had sedated
her. Confirming the depths of
her unconsciousness with a mental probe, he took out a syringe from his pocket
and emptied its contents through the IV.
Quickly, he removed the tape and needle from her hand, carefully storing
the needle in a special container he had brought with
him. Batgirl began stirring
as the stimulant began to overcome the other drugs in her
body. Then Michael pulled on
her glove, and quickly rolled up the carpet he had used to carry
her. Throwing the empty carpet
over his shoulder and taking his empty clipboard with him, he left the
alley. Once safely outside the
alley, he breathed a sigh of relief before tuning in to Batgirls mind
as consciousness returned to her.
Michael continued to his room, eavesdropping
on Batgirl as he walked. He
didnt want to be anywhere near that alley once she regained her
senses.
Michael observed her disorientation as she
awoke, finding herself on her bat-cycle.
She scanned the alley, finding nothing and finally opened the secret
door and parked her cycle. She
arrived at her apartment at he same time Michael arrived at
his. Still listening, he dismantled
all of the equipment he had used, packing it as he had planned, and within
minutes, he closed the door to his room behind it, leaving it stripped bare,
with nothing to indicate that he had ever been there. He followed a carefully
preplanned route, disposing of equipment at different locations, and finally
dropping his overalls and clipboard in an incinerator shoot of a
building. Then he returned to
the hotel where he had started the week, arriving just as Batgirl discovered
sperm in her rape kit.
Reaching his room, Michael stripped, putting
his cotton gloves and his thiefs costume in a large plastic
bag and packing it in a suitcase to be burned once he returned to
school. All the time, he listened
in on Batgirl contemplating her options, first her anger at being drugged
and being taken without her consent, although under the surface and in
retrospect, he knew she would have gladly given consent if she had been
able. He knew she had his DNA,
and that if she wanted, she would eventually be able to find
him.
As Batgirls anger passed, she reflected
on what had happened.
Michael took a steaming shower, still
listening. And was putting on
his pajamas when Batgirl opened the saddlebags and found the manila envelope
he had left for her. He lay
down on his bed, relaxing as he felt her righteous indignation when she
identified the fingerprints found in the manila envelope were her
own. She drew the obvious (and
correct) conclusion that the man of her dreams knew her secret
identity. She went on to draw
various erroneous conclusions:
that he also had a copy of her fingerprints, and probably many more
photos of her which he might use for
blackmail. He was pleased that
she recognized that he had done nothing that might indicate that he was
contemplating blackmail.
Continuing to listen, he heard her put on
a nightgown and climb into bed.
The sleep of fatigue quickly came to Batgirl, and Michael rolled over
on his own bed. Goodnight, Batgirl! He whispered to no-one
in particular, and he, too, slipped into sleep.
Chapter 9
-- epilog
A few weeks later, Michael left the campus
and returned to his apartment, and turned the key in the lock, stepped inside
and put his books on the table. He
had been concentrating on the last lecture he had heard, so he hadnt
really been paying attention to what was going on around
him. Subtlety, he sensed another
presence in the room. Looking
around her saw her sitting at his desk watching him.
Hello, Barbara, he greeted
her. Or should I call
you Miss Gordon?
Barbara will do, was the dry
response. He recognized her
and knew who she was!
There was a long pause when neither
spoke. Finally, Michael pulled
a chair from the table and sat facing her.
Arent you on call? he
asked. Youre too far from Gotham city to respond
if an emergency call came through,
Ive notified them that I am not to be contacted until
further notice, was her response.
She was playing her cards very close to her vest, her answers
non-committal.
Really?, he asked.
I thought Batgirl never took time
off!
That cinched it, Barbara thought.
He knew who she was, and he also knew that she was
Batgirl! Any residual doubt
she may have had about his being the man of her dreams
evaporated. He was the
one!
I decided that this was the time to take some time off,
she responded.
Are you here to arrest me? he asked.
She shook her head slightly, her eyes never leaving
his.
Well, obviously, you went to some kind of effort to find me,
he asked. May I ask why you
are here?
How did you do it?
How did I do what?
Everything! she
responded. You knew when and where to find
me. You knew about the devices in my utility belt and how
to disable them. And . . . and . . .
And I knew exactly what was necessary to fulfill your greatest
fantasy, he finished.
Barbara nodded. How
did you do it? Have I ever met
you before? How do you know
me.
The first time I saw you was at the Mayors
Party. And we didnt talk
then. A day or so later, I ran
into you at the library. You
were wearing a name tag there identifying you as Barbara
Gordon.
But you knew my name before then, didnt
you? she
asked. You already knew
. . . she couldnt finish the sentence.
I already knew you were Batgirl, he
confirmed.
How did you do it? she asked more
urgently.
Michael leaned back and studied the girl across from
him. She wasnt that old,
but she was no longer a child
either. As she begged
him for an answer she looked almost
virginal. Gently, he peeked into her mind and immediately recognized
that this was a moment of truth for her, and it could be a turning
point in her life. He also noticed
that she was exercising her Kegels and they were noticeably stronger than
that had been before. His code
of ethics dictated that he could not harm her, but he hoped that this interview
might really help her. The only
way hed know for sure was to continue.
The girl I saw at the Mayors party was a lonesome, frustrated,
discouraged, frightened child.
Someone who desperately needed warmth and love and friendship but
denies herself of these things because she has something more
important to do. She
started to object, but Michael raised a hand stopping her
objection.
As a crime-fighter, youre one of the
best. You are
admired. Thousands of young girls use you as a role-model, someone
to emulate. You appear
to be a paragon of virtue, a tower of strength, a person who knows what she
wants and will set out to get it.
But inside, you want something that being a heroine cannot give
you. Capturing criminals may
give you a great sense of accomplishment, but every night you still come
home to a lonely, cold bed.
If you think . . . Barbara stared, feigning
anger.
Barbara . . . remember . . . I know everything about you: your
identity, your wants, your needs. Michael
interrupted. I know all
about your three boyfriends in college.
And I know the various one-night stands youve had since
then. But I also know youre
terribly afraid that having a male-friend will interfere with your crime-fighting
activities. And youve
allowed this to keep you from forming relationships with
anyone. Instead, youve
indulged in a fantasy sex life.
Theres nothing wrong with fantasies, except that you dont
get to know other people very well that way.
Barbara dropped her eyes. I got to know you . . .
No, you know almost nothing about me. I simply fulfilled your fantasy.
And I might be pregnant as a result, she shot back,
angered.
Michael smiled. Not
likely. You pay too much attention
to maintaining your contraceptive regimen for that to
happen.
You even know about that?
Michael nodded. Then
continued, Now you have to decide if you are going to spend the rest
of your life being a female iceberg and champion crime-fighter, or if you
are going to find a way to let some personal relationships into your
life. Whether you are going
to spend the rest of your life alone, or whether you will start looking for
someone to share life with.
Hesitantly, Barbara asked,
selfconsciously, Are you a candidate?
Michael shook his
head. What you experienced
was a fantasy. The real person
inside me is not nearly so interesting.
Michael stood and took Barbara by both hands lifting her to her feet.
He kissed her on the forehead
the way a father kisses a beloved daughter. And started leading her to the
door.
Now its time for you to decide
what kind of life you want to live.
Can we be
friends? Can we spend some time
talking at least? Maybe over
dinner?
Maybe.
But only after youve started a relationship with someone
else.
But . .
. Im not good at that!
Barbara objected. I never
really learned how!
You got as good a start in College as
anyone else, Michael reassured
her. Now, you have to
make the decision and start acting on
it. Just the same as any other
woman.
But I wouldnt know how to find
someone. Who . . . her
words faded away.
Michael answered gently, you already
have three possible candidates in
mind. How did he know
that?! Spend some
time thinking about them and decide which one is the
best. Then, act on your
decision, he completed. He
captured an image in her mind and quickly added, I think youll
achieve the best results if you do not start your relationships in
bed! Get to know the man first,
let your relationship grow.
Dont get into bed until your relationship with him is well
established. Michael took
a breath, Youll find that being intimate too early in the
relationship will stunt its growth.
And then all youll be sharing will be what takes place between
the sheets. Youll be much
more successful if you build the relationship before you climb into
bed.
This seemed unrealistic to
Barbara. It was contrary to
everything the world at large was telling
her. And yet, this man knew
her as no one else ever had before.
But what if Im dating a man and
he wants . . .
Just say no, Michael
responded.
Thats not
realistic. Hell find someone
else!
Just say no, Michael
repeated. If he leaves,
let him go. Its the one
that will stay who will be your best
bet. Its
true!
Michael cradled her face between his hands
and kissed her forehead, again.
Now its time for you to return to Gotham City, he
whispered. When you get
a good relationship with someone going, call
me! And maybe the two of us,
or maybe the three of us, can have dinner.
He folded her in his arms, holding her in
a tight, fatherly way. I
love you, Barbara.
Then he opened the door and escorted her to
her car. (It was a rented car.
How did he know that this was her
car?) He opened her door and
she climbed behind the wheel.
. Go home and be
good to yourself! he urged, and he shut the car
door.
Bewildered, Barbara Gordon watched him, the
man of her dreams, turn and walk up the walkway and enter his
house. She stared at the steering
wheel before her. But he had
been correct. There had
been three men in her mind who she considered
possibilities. She
had even prioritized them. Now
as she thought about what he had said about building a relationship first,
and keeping sex for the dessert, the men changed in their
priority.
But starting on this project made her
much more nervous than any crime fighting assignment had.
Contemplating the possibilities, Barbara started
the engine, and turned the car toward Gotham City.
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