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Batgirl and the Squared Circle
Chapter 1, Part 1
by Max Hass
Copyright Dec. 2001, 2003
It all began one winter night as Batgirl was leaving the police chief's office.
She felt lucky she didn't have to face her father again, leaving her briefing
with Chief O'Hara. This would be another solo mission, Batman and Robin having
to deal with The Penguin down at the docks. The mission was simple enough,
though somewhat emotionally draining for Batgirl: An assistant district
attorney's daughter had been kidnapped the week before and no one had called
to claim responsibility until now.
They wanted the usual cash-in-a-bag-dropped-in-the-out-of-the-way-spot. In
this case, the drop point was at a rest stop on a freeway some miles out
of town. The funny part of this request was that Batgirl herself would make
the drop, not the grieving parents. This smelled of a trap, but the risks
would be minimal. Most of the hardened felons were safe in Arkham Asylum
or Stoneway Prison. This criminal was most likely an amateur looking
for some quick cash for a getaway. She would go through the motions and take
down the perpetrators in minutes. Or so she thought as she rode off on her
motorcycle.
It was a cold midnight scene at the rest stop. Traffic was light on this
road for this time of year. The fields surrounding the stop were resting
from their tasks of crop production. Nothing obscured the view for miles.
There was no place for anyone to hide except in the buildings of the rest
stop. Two large block structures held the bathrooms and storage sheds. Beyond
the few benches and tables for roadside picnics, there was little to see.
The few shade trees were barren of leaves in the dead of winter.
This was the scene Batgirl found as she slowly pulled into the stop, having
observed only one late model rental sedan pull into the stop that night.
"These must be the perps," she thought to herself. "Should be over in a few
minutes at the most. I won't bother letting Batman know about this until
after it's over and done. Best to leave some work for the police tonight."
She rode up to meet the criminals and their hostage.
She had seen videotape of the girl at the Chief's office. In the social circle
Barbara lived in, she knew her father through parties she attended with her
own father. Her name was Sandra. Tall for her age of 18, long red hair and
dancers' legs. She was easy to see, leading the two men from the car, almost
as though she were in charge.
"An odd state of affairs" Barbara though to herself in assessing the situation.
"She doesn't seem to be hurt physically, though her mental state would best
be determined by professionals" she concluded as she turned her thoughts
to how she would take down the kidnappers once she had the girl. "Best to
hand over the bag with the marked bills to placate the perps, then a quick
take down to shake off the cold" she thought to herself.
She had taken the precaution to dress warmly for this mission: Batgirl was
sporting a more masculine version of the standard Bat uniform with winter
accessories. The gloves and boots were enhanced with insulation, as well
as the lycra/spandex uniform. Despite the thermal barrier, the cold wind
had reached her nipples, causing the usual erections to form. She knew this
and played them for the distraction they could cause in men.
As they closed on each other, Batgirl stopped and motioned at her belt, an
indication that she would use her weapons if forced to. With her other hand,
she lifted the large suitcase with the money for the kidnappers to see. Pointing
to a picnic table, the men moved towards it to conduct the trade. The girl
moved in front of them as she had before. Her steps seemed to be constant
and firm, an indication that her body had not been harmed or abused. This
was a good sign, though Barbara as she updated her mental checklist of possible
threats. The three stopped at the table before Batgirl arrived. The table
was a good choice, allowing her to do a flying leap and take down once the
trade occurred.
"Are you all right, Sandra?" was the first thing Batgirl said out loud as
she came to a stop. After a moment, she responded to the question with a
short "Yes, I'm well." With that, the first man said, "Let's keep this short.
Here is the Assistant DA's daughter healthy and well. Place the money on
the table please." The second man moved as if he had a pistol somewhere under
his coat, hanging close to Sandra. He kept his eye on Batgirl and the hostage
in turns. It was hard not to look at either woman. Sandra was still dressed
in the suit, jacket and boots that her teacher reported her wearing when
she left college earlier that week. Her long legs were barely covered by
the coat and short skirt of the suit, leaving little to the imagination.
Batgirl placed the money on the table for the one man to check. Best to let
them think they had a chance to get away until she could get Sandra behind
her on her side of the table. The first man motioned and said, "It's here.
Take the girl." With that, Sandra walked around the table as Barbara had
hoped. The first man took the case while the second gunman watched the events,
waiting for Batgirl to move. "Sandra, move behind me" Barbara said softly
as she diverted her attention between the men and her rescued victim. The
money man had turned to walk back to the car. The gunman moved backwards
along with him, continuing to watch Batgirl. This lasted for a few more moments
as Sandra pulled something quickly and quietly from her coat pocket.
Barbara was waiting for the gunman to turn as Sandra took the object in her
right hand and swung it hard over Batgirl's head, dropping her to the ground
with one blow. "Well, she never saw that coming, did she guys?" Sandra spoke
as the two men ran back to help take the now unconscious heroine to the waiting
car. "Let me check for keys for her bike" she continued as the men picked
her body off the ground. "I think she slipped them in this pouch as she walked
up" said the gunman, pointing to her belt. With deft fingers, Sandra opened
the pouch and took the keys and remote alarm control to the Batcycle. Walking
away, she paused and said, "Take good care of her boys. Your boss will want
her in one piece. See you back at the hideout." With that, Sandra walked
up to the Batcycle, took the waiting helmet and put it on her head, started
the engine, and rode off into the night.
Batgirl had no idea what had occurred to her when she woke from her concussion.
Not knowing what had gone wrong, she moved as many of her limbs as she could
before opening her eyes. Nothing seemed broken, though she had a major headache
from the blow to her head. She was in enough pain to not be thinking clearly,
so she reached no conclusions as to who hit her or how she was overcome with
ease. As her eyes opened, she found herself in a darkened room placed on
a large boxing ring. The ring was lit, but none of the rest of the room was
visible. She noted that there was a solid wall of plexiglas surrounding the
ring just outside the ropes and upright posts that held them.
"What have I gotten myself into this time" she whispered as she lifted herself
from the mat. Once she realized that she too was a prisoner now, she considered
the condition of her body. Someone had taken the opportunity to modify her
uniform while Batgirl was knocked out. The arms, midriff and legs of her
uniform had been cut away, leaving only the bare minimum to cover her breasts
and crotch. The cape and cowl were intact. Her gloves had been covered with
oddly modified boxing gloves, tied tightly to her wrists. With these gloves,
her fingers were bound, preventing her from making use of the items in her
belt, which was still oddly left on her waist. As for her legs, she noticed
that large ankle weights had been tightly strapped to her boots.
As she took stock of what had happened to her uniform, a voice rang out from
the ceiling. A voice that Barbara knew from past encounters. "Welcome to
the squared circle Batgirl. You are the main event tonight." Her head ached
as she tried to think and look for the source of the voice. A spotlight hit
the floor as a man dropped from the ceiling on a small platform. She recognized
the wardrobe of her kidnapper once he touched the floor. It was the Mad Hatter.
Some of Batgirl's questions were answered with his appearance. He must have
used one of his mind control devices on Sandra and had her do his dirty work,
knocking her out. "As you can see, we have made preparations for your match
this evening. Let's bring on your contestants and explain the rules to you.
Batgirl, her head still sore from the blow, let the Mad Hatter have the floor
for the moment, resting in preparation for the onslaught of his evil plan.
He continued, pointing at the three women now entering the closed ring. One
she recognized as Sandra. This time, she was bound and gagged. She didn't
seem to be under the control of the device. "Perhaps someone else slipped
up and hit me" Barbara though to herself seeing this turn of events. The
other two characters were another story. These two women were in their late
20's, well built and set for no good. One, a blond standing 5' 11'' was dressed
in an English riding suit: a tight jacket over a blouse, riding pants and
knee high leather boots. The boots were not regulation riding style; they
had thick soles and heels as if tailored for wrestling.
The second girl had raven black hair, stood an inch shorter than her partner,
and was dressed in standard wrestling tights and boots. The blond was wearing
boxing gloves while the black haired woman had taped her palms. The second
woman moved from her position to just behind the now hog tied Sandra. She
placed one hand on the girl's shoulder to steady her while she took her free
hand and tugged at the rope behind her lower back. This drew the rope drawn
between Sandra's legs tight, pulling her short skirt higher and rubbing her
crotch with the knots tied for that purpose.
Batgirl watched for the moment, uncertain how to cope with the three villains.
The Mad Hatter broke the silence. "As you can see, we have the girl again.
Since you gave us marked money, we felt that we should take you instead.
You can see that we have things well in hand" pausing and walking over to
observe Sandra squirm under the influence of the wrestler's handiwork. "Please
note that Sandra is under our control, Batgirl. My two associates will keep
her safe for the moment." He paused again for a moment, turning back to face
Batgirl. He continued "But only for the moment. I have a sporting proposition
for you, my dear. If you can defeat my two professional fighters, I'll release
both you and the hostage as is. If they defeat you, we get both of you to
do with what we want." He motioned for the second wrestler to move aside
as he placed both his hands on her shoulders and tugged the ropes, lifting
the breasts under her clothes for Batgirl to watch.
"Think about it for a minute. While you consider the challenge, let me introduce
the two women to you. The blond is a former minor French wrestling federation
champion until the federation went bankrupt. Her specialty is to ride her
victims into the mat. Welcome June!" the spotlight increased in brightness
as he spoke her name. "And over here, a former Russian Boxing Olympic hopeful,
caught using steroids some months before her final tryouts, meet Erika!"
The spotlight shifted to Erika, then all the lights dimmed. The platforms
that the villains entered on stood by as the three moved back on to them.
"Sandra will be safe as long as you play along, Batgirl. You may see her
between the matches if you perform well. However, there is much for you to
learn as this match begins."
The Mad Hatter continued: "You see Batgirl, this will be a free for all fight.
You may use any style of combat you know against the two fighters. The few
rules I impose on this are simple; the fight will consist of fifteen rounds.
The rounds will each last one minute thirty seconds with a minute break between
rounds. You will fight only one opponent per round. As you can see, we left
your utility belt in place, though you may not be able to make much use of
it with the gloves I've secured to your wrists. You may be wondering about
the ankle weights you have on. Well, there are some challenges you will have
to face beyond the fight itself."
End Chapter 1 Part 1
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