Tag Team Trial

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Tag Team Trial

by Max Hass

Six long months had passed since Barbara escaped from the trap The Riddler had set for her. Despite the extra effort she put into planning her assault on his hideout, she had once again been subjected to a sexual thrashing that left her pelvis and her sexual organs bruised for days.

The positive side was that with the information she was able to gather, Batman and the Boy Wonder were able to go and clean up the mess she had left behind. While they missed capturing Riddler and his gang, the gambling records put the battlezone out of business and the Gotham Gang in the court system for tax evasion. She felt vindicated for that much of her sacrifice.

In the six months, Batgirl redoubled her training and workouts. She had managed to improve her strength, but the lingering effect of several concussions had taken a profound effect on her timing and ability to make solid decisions. Once, years earlier while doing research on The Red Baron of the First World War, Barbara had read that he had been hit in the head during one of his later air battles.

The resulting concussion had changed his mood and manor. He became more withdrawn and reckless, seeming to have lost any sense of self preservation. The record of his final air battle was that of absolute recklessness, flying deep behind Allied lines to try and shoot down one plane. He was shot by a machine gun on the ground and died after landing his plane.

Barbara had momentary flashes of that story pass through her mind as she continued her rehabilitation. But she focused instead on her workouts and the chance to prove her abilities again.

She started off with simple patrol duty, cleaning crime from city streets at night. In this task, she excelled with no problems. Taking on punks one on one was not a problem for her. One night, she took down five criminals trying to steal an ATM machine. While most of her style and technique were similar to her old habits, she had become somewhat more heavy handed when dealing with rapists.

Her relationship with Sandra had continued as well. Once a month, Batgirl would meet with her friend and they would spend hours just talking and going over what they had done. Sandra cherished these visits. Batgirl was an open book to her now. She could plan her next encounter for her with no problems, though Batgirl would be much worse for the wear and tear she had in mind.

Batman was as happy as he would express that Batgirl had resumed her role as a crime fighter. Giving her as much support as she could use, the time had come for her to take on another high profile problem.

While Batgirl had been recovering, someone had been raiding zoos all over the Eastern seaboard. The animals being stolen: penguins and polar bears. The only two criminals who would be remotely interested in such animals would be either The Penguin or Mr. Freeze.

In an attempt to narrow down the locations where animals such as these could be kept healthy and safe, Barbara used her research skills to limit the sources of food and refrigeration to find places where these animals were.

She came up with a list of ten buildings in Gotham City where the number of penguins and polar bears could be hidden safely. "If we split up, the three of us can check all these building in one night" reported Batgirl to her mentor over the secured teleconference connection from her hidden apartment lair. Responding after a moment of thought, Batman gave her his permission to check three buildings that he felt would be the safest for her ability. No need placing her in more trouble than she could handle.

The night passed quickly. The first two buildings that Batgirl checked were given a clean bill by her careful inspection. No signs of the kinds of waste that so many animals would create, no crates of food for the various animals, no signs of either villain. Taking a quick break, she swung by Sandra's apartment to see if she had a couple of minutes to chat. The night was looking like a total wash out and Batman or Robin could contact her in seconds on her radio. So a break would not be out of line.

Sandra was getting ready for bed when Batgirl tapped on the same outside window she always appeared at. The 8th floor of an apartment building didn't leave many options for a secret entrance for a heroine like Batgirl, but the effort was appreciated by Sandra.

Opening the window and allowing Batgirl to make her way into her apartment, Sandra tied the cloth belt that held the housecoat she wore to her hips. "Guess I should have a doorbell installed out there for you?" Sandra said with a smile on her face. "No, but you could offer a girl a drink" responded Batgirl with a wry grin in response. They chatted about what she had been doing the past week and what she was up to that night.

"I worry about you Batgirl. I know I shouldn't but you push yourself a bit too hard. Please take it easy. I'd miss our little get togethers if something happened to you" finished Sandra as she took a sip of tea she had made for the two of them. Considering the success I've had lately, I'm not worried at all. In fact, Penguin and Freeze should be the ones worrying if they have hurt those animals. Oh, I should get going now. Thanks for the tea!" Getting up to leave, Sandra stood as well. "Be safe Batgirl."

Once Batgirl had left the apartment, Sandra picked up a laptop from the desk near her bed and swept the room with a set of sensors she had planted against the day that Batgirl might leave some spying devices to keep an eye on her. Finding nothing, she then used the laptop to open an e-mail account she kept for contacting her current business partners. Typing away, she composed a set of instructions for her partners to follow. It was their turn to have their way with Batgirl.

In less than a half hour, Batgirl had checked out and cleared the third and final building that she suspected of holding the missing animals. Reaching for her radio, she contacted Batman and informed her of the situation. "I'm going to check some other places and see if there's any trouble, then go home for the night." As she aimed her grappling gun at a nearby rooftop and fired it, she though of anything she might have missed.

She factored for a room big enough that would have waste disposal and food storage ability. Lots of water would be needed for these particular creatures. Just as she swung across a rooftop, she noticed a large number of air conditioner units on an old, abandoned indoor home improvement center. The odd thing is, these AC units were running.

"What would someone be needing that much air conditioning for if the place was closed?" thought Batgirl as she came to an abrupt landing on that roof.

As she walked across the roof, a smell something like stale fish hit her nose like a punch. "Ew!" she thought. "Guess I'd better check this one out." Lowering herself to the ground after finding all roof accesses barred, she looked over the doors and found them to be secured against the type of criminals who would prey on such a place. Rather than risking a frontal assault through one of the locked doors, she took the iPAQ from her utility belt and called up a database of the neighborhood to see if there was a sewer large enough for her to gain entry.

Making her way back to where her motorcycle was parked for some special equipment, she considered calling Batman and Robin. "This is the best lead I have. Think I'll follow it myself and see if this is just a dead end. I can always call for help if I need to." With that, Batgirl took a set of extra cold weather items to augment her current uniform. "Don't want to catch a cold if this is the right place."

Finding the manhole cover that would give Batgirl access to the largest sewer main under the home improvement center, she pried the lid open and made her way in. Using her starlight goggles, she followed the sewer the short distance to a point under the building. The smell of dead fish and feces permeated the air of the main. Her boots were covered in the bodily waste of a large number of animals.

Batgirl found, to her surprise, a large drainpipe that angled up to the surface. The records did not indicate the existence of this pipe. The construction of the project did not match the other pipes that dumped into the sewer. The final clue that Batgirl saw and smelled was that this was the source of the animal waste. Only one way to find out what was going on. She took one last deep breath, took out a mouthpiece and nose plugs, placed them on her face and started up the smaller pipe.

Unable to stand while she moved, she resorted to using her knees to crawl up the pipe. Thankfully, there was no current flow of waste draining down the pipe, but the power of the odor would have made passage impossible if not for the small compressed air mask she made use of. There was only 10 minutes of air in the tanks, so she had only that long to reach the top of the pipe and find an exit.

The pipe turned from an angle to a vertical rise. Fortunately, the pipe ended at a grate that she was able to push open from the inside. Noting an open valve that could close and secure the pipe from any water that could come down the pipe, Batgirl felt that she was not going to come up in the middle of a tank or pool.

Her uniform was now covered with the odor of everything that had passed down that drain. As she cleared the top of the grate and stood up, she looked around the dark space she had just entered. Risking taking off the air mask, she found the smell had diminished, but also found that she would not be using any of the clothes she was wearing ever again.

The space she was in appeared to be the bottom of a swimming pool. What was unusual was that there was a concrete mound where the drainpipe entered the bottom of the pool. A small ring of water surrounded the drainpipe grate. "How odd" Batgirl thought to herself. Continuing to look around the darkened and drained pool, she noticed no signs of life other than the lingering odors she had dragged up with her on her damp uniform.

Then it struck her. The cold! "This must be the place where the animals are being kept" thought Batgirl as she focused on the cold on her exposed face. The rest of the thermal padding she had added to the top of her uniform had done its job, but her face and neck were ice cold.

Without a second though, she reached for the radio in her utility belt. The spunk of everything that clung to her body while climbing the pipe made that task a very unpleasant and slow one. Her belt was coated with brown film everywhere she slid or fell on that slick pipe.

As she unfastened the pouch that the radio was stored in, the lights snapped on in the building. Pulling the starlight goggles from her eyes, she struggled to recover her eyesight. Throbbing, her head slowly adjusted to the new levels of light. Looking at the shallow end of the empty pool, she noticed two objects that looked like automated fire nozzles that were used in large buildings to suppress fires where people could not get to with ease.

With the radio still in her hand, she moved to jump over the shallow pool of liquids on the swimming pool floor. She only had one chance now that the lights were on. Someone knew she was there. As she jumped, she heard the sound of the large valve in the floor moving to close. When the soles of her boots hit the concrete on the other side of the slick fluids on the floor, they could not find any traction. She fell on her stomach and slid back into the cold liquid.

Her hand still clutched the radio, but as she attempted to flip the power switch to activate it, the automated fire nozzles came alive and targeted her prone body lying in the pool. The violent force of two nozzles struck and pushed her. Batgirlês slippery body slid back across the rise in the floor and back up on the grate, then back across the other side. As she reached that position, two more nozzles directly above her opened up and targeted her now helpless body.

No matter how she tried to move, the four streams of liquid pinned her. Trying desperately to place the air mask back over her mouth, she dropped the radio in the pool, which was now filling at a rapid rate. Other pipes in the sides of the pool began to flow with water as well.

The volume of liquids that flowed into the pool swiftly filled in over Batgirl's body. The pressure of the four nozzles faded as the depth increased. All this time, the temperature of the liquids pouring into the pool was far below body temperature. The shock of the battering her body had taken when she was first knocked to the ground had been replaced by the awareness of that cold.

Now that she was able to move, she looked around the bottom of the pool for the transceiver she had dropped to put her emergency air mask back on. She figured that she had about five more minutes until her mask would be out of air and she would have to break the surface. Best to gather up the radio and hope that she could signal Batman or Robin this time for support. When she did find the device, the case was smashed and fractured from the impact of the fall to the concrete. That, plus the force of the water canons had made short work of the radio.

Batgirl had to make plans now that her hope of contact was gone. The bump on the pool floor was her best bet. Maybe get a lucky shot off from her grappling gun and get out of the pool as soon as possible. She swam towards the concrete mound and looked up. The canons were spraying the surface at random now. The other disturbances that were the pipes filling the pool were still running constantly. Still considering her options, she looked up where the liquid was not disturbed. She noticed that the pool did not have a wall at the shallow end. This ramp was most likely planned as a access for the aquatic animals that would enter and exit the pool.

All at once, the sounds of the flooding liquids ended. No roar pressured Batgirl's ears now. "Rather than face the canons at the shallow end, I'll just stand up and see what happens." she concluded. With this, she swam to push herself up onto the now submerged grate mound and placed her knees on it. A quick flex and she stood on her feet, her head, abdomen and hips out of the liquid. The air was frigid, even more now that her uniform and cape were soaked. The extra thermal padding just held more liquids, retaining the cold and holding it closer to her skin.

Looking around, she sees only the lit surface and walls of the pool. No sign of a ceiling or anything outside of the pool that she would be able to target with her grappling gun. She removed the now empty air mask from her face. Anything she does now will have to be done above the surface.

Since the feel of the air on her uniform was making the cold much worse, she slid back into the slightly warmer liquid. It felt much like salt water, but too much like a gel to be plain water. The fact that it did not seem to freeze made the puzzle much more complex.

She listened for sounds as she swam, keeping her head above the surface. Other than the lapping of the liquids against the walls of the pools, she heard some distant rustling noises, like that of a group of birds. She thought to herself, "Well, at least I've found the penguins."

In the distance, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching the pool. The sound of the rustling noise grew louder and blended with the footsteps. From the dark background of the large room, a shape appeared in the stark lights around the rim of the pool. The signature top hat and cigarette holder were the first clues that this was The Penguin making his way to the pool.

Climbing slowly down the ramp, Batgirl could now clearly see that he held his signature umbrella in his right hand. At the top of the ramp behind him, a number of very tall penguins came into view, but stopped at the rim as if waiting for a signal from someone.

"Thank you for stepping into our little den, Batgirl. I had hoped you would be the first one to find this place." Batgirl swam again to the grate mound and stood again to face this criminal as he spoke to her. Considering the situation, she paused to hear him out and hope for more clues as to what kind of danger she was in.

"As you may know, I've taken a few of my finny friends under my wing. Birds of a feather and all that... But allow me to introduce you to the front lines of my new and improved fighting force." With that, the milling birds all came to attention and formed in two lines according to their height.

Batgirl was somewhat shocked to watch as the two rows of penguins formed in military precession. What was more imposing was the height of the two lines. "I see you recognize the impressive ranks of King and Emperor penguins I have under my command." The shorter King penguins stood some three feet tall while the Emperor penguins in the back row stood some three and a half feet tall.

She also noted that each penguin was wearing some form of backpack supported by a cross bandelero. The twin belts stood out against the white of their stomachs. "Each of these male penguins have been given a chance to join me and my new army. The females are safe and isolated from these fine feathered warriors."

"Since this is the middle of their breeding season, you have arrived at a very opportune moment. This pool was built specifically for a test battle and you will do very nicely for the first combatant. Prepare yourself." With that, Batgirl dove into the pool and swam the short distance to where the ramp entered the liquid. Standing, she attempted to move up the slope towards The Penguin. Not being able to gain any traction, she slid and slipped, wasting her momentum.

While Batgirl tried to make her way up to confront Penguin, he stood his ground and lifted his umbrella to point at her chest. Seeing this turn of events, she quickly came to a halt. Not knowing what he was going to do, Batgirl chose to make the first move. Attempting to open one of the pods on her goo covered utility belt, her fingers could not make any progress in opening the one she hoped to gain access to.

"Well, I guess the first move is mine, my dear Batgirl." And with that, he pulled the trigger of his umbrella gun and a series of sticky splotches began to appear on Batgirl's uniform. Dark and salty, he favored spraying her breasts and crotch, finishing with a few applications to her cowl. Not feeling any pain from the process, Batgirl stood where she had stopped,trying to figure out his plan.

"You may be wondering what that is. It is a simple mix of Euphausia Superba and squid." "Penguin food, in other words" said the soaked heroine as she waited for the next move. "Quite right, my dear girl. You see, you've been so involved in finding your way in here that you may not have noticed that your clothes are soaked in a very unique organic compound. Using filtered salt water as a base, I've developed a means to amplify the hormones produced by the female penguins, waiting for their heroes to come home to roost."

Not needing any further clues to her fate, she turned and dove back into the pool in a desperate attempt to wash the food from her uniform. Making her way to the mound to try and make a defensible position, the two rows of penguins moved forward and slid down the ramp, hitting the pool at a significant speed.

Momentum carried on into more speed as the penguins circled the trapped heroine as she desperately pried at the compartments of her belt, now virtually glued shut. She was denied all access to her weapons. As she struggled with the belt, the birds continued to circle at speed, watching her every move.

The packs on their backs all carried cameras, providing a frantic array of images for the video recorders concealed out of view elsewhere in the abandoned building. A set of cold eyes watched the events playing out in the pool from the monitors. "All is ready. Our partner will be pleased with this show." The echo of the synthetic voice in the small room faded as the man moved towards the door. "Nothing will be left to chance this day, Batgirl."

"While you are larger then these penguins, their numbers and fearsome dedication to their task will leave you breathless, Batgirl." With that, three of the ten King penguins broke from the circle and dove in towards her legs. Striking with authority, Batgirl felt the blows in her knees. As the first three moved out of the way, three more peeled and followed suit, attacking her knees again. This time, Batgirl felt the pain of the beaks driving into her flesh.

As Batgirl lost her footing, another wave of three King penguins attacked from her back, striking the back of her upper thighs. This was not going well. As she struggled to come up with an idea for defending herself, the ten Emperor penguins continued to circle as fast as they could.

Cameras from the rim of the pool captured every stunning blow as Batgirl dropped lower and lower back into the fluid. The pain reflected on her face, cringing as each round of attacks struck below the water. Monitors showed the scene below the fluid, showing her uniformed legs and cape moving as each beak struck a deep plunge into the material that shielded her flesh for the moment.

"Got to think!" was the only rational though passing through Batgirl's pain racked mind as she continued to fumble at the compartments on her belt. Slowly, the gel that hindered her efforts began to give under her fingers. Clawing as often as the penguins would allow, a glimmer of a plan began to form.

Just as one of the compartments began to crack open, the second and more imposing wave of Emperor penguins began their assault on Batgirl. In pairs of two, the larger and heavier birds dove at the floating mass of cloth hanging in the water. Poking their beaks into the hem of her cape, the two 80 pound penguins pulled Batgirl by her neck, choking her throat. The momentum of the two birds pulled her body from the shallows into the deeper part of the pool.

Penguin watched from the top of the ramp as his foul army was dragging the maimed body of Batgirl to the deepest part of the pool and smiled as all that remained above the surface now was her head, bobbing and weaving as the two Emperor penguins thrashed and strained against the strength of Batgirl's neck and back.

As if in surrender, the cloth hem of Batgirl's cape pulled apart and freed the beaks from the task they had begun. Moving off, the remainder of the fresh penguins continued their swift circle around their large prey.

A figure approached a back door to the home center. Tapping with a set of car keys, the figure waited for someone to open the steel fire door. With a click of the deadbolt, then the door handle, the door opened outward. A low light from inside backlit a tall figure half dressed in stainless steel and synthetic materials, a clear dome covering his head. "Mr. Freeze, a pleasure to see you again." spoke Sandra as she moved forward into the building. "And a pleasure to see you, dear lady. Your video is being filmed even as we speak. Shall we go and view what has transpired so far?" was his response, synthetic as the materials that protected his frozen body.

While the two figures made their way to the small office where the equipment was documenting every move in the pool, The Penguin continued to stand on the ramp outside the pool, barking orders into a microphone that amplified his quacks and clicks into the liquid for the penguins to hear.

Batgirl was in very profound trouble. Between the cold and the combat, she had little time or ability to focus on her defense. A rough plan had been hatched, but she needed time to make her move. The penguins were not giving her that opportunity at the moment, so she feigned fatigue to lure the living torpedoes into makeing their moves as fast as possible.

Fulfilling her hope, three Emperor penguins broke from the pack and made for her now damaged cape again. Trying to make a small target, she pulled her legs and arms to her body, allowing the three to grab the cape and pull her again. This time, she was ready, her neck not as open or relaxed when the tension snapped at it. The three penguins pulled her body to the edge of the liquid and dragged her head and chest out of the pool.

Seeing the position that their target was in, all the other penguins broke and closed on Batgirl's form, still half in the pool. At speed, five of the King penguins acted as torpedoes and struck her legs and abdomen as it lay on the concrete ramp. Peeling off and up the concrete, they made way for another round of five living torpedoes, each jarring her sore, cold body. Her legs seperated involuntarily, leaving her spread eagled below the waterline.

As Batgirl suffered these blows from the penguins, the eight penguins that had already exited the pool had begun their attack. Before Batgirl could cover her head, the three Emperor penguins began to drive their four inch spear like beaks into her head. Trying in vain to protect her eyes, she covered them with her gloved hands. The heavier materials of these cold weather gloves provided some more protection, but the constant blows kept her from focusing, leaving her lower body exposed.

The five King penguins made directly for Batgirl's exposed chest. Unable to twist or roll over, the five sets of beaks began to feast on the cloth of her uniform, covering her breasts tightly. Between the krill and the female hormones, the sensation was that of bliss for the penguins. They continued to feed, pulling and finally tearing bits of cloth from her body.

Below the pool line, the other penguins took advantage of Batgirl's open legs and five of the Emperor penguins forced them open and kept her from moving or rolling. Given that each Emperor weighed about 80 pounds, Batgirl was at a profound disadvantage in this situation. The rest of the penguins began to use their beaks to feed on every spot on her body where Penguin sprayed her with the krill concentrate.

No amount of cloth could keep the sensation of a dozen firm beaks poking and pulling at the mons pubis under her uniform. Her crotch suffered a severe pounding, the Emperor penguins having placed their heads in the most advantageous positions to prod and poke her. The other penguins threw their bodies over her, beginning to rub their sexual organs in stimulation for an orgasm in the near future.

Some of the penguins pushed their way out of the water and joined the ones on the concrete ramp. Those who could not find food found a body part to rub their sex against. Throwing their bodies all over her prone, helpless body, Batgirl was in a pile of black and white feathers, finding no resistance to their acts.

Seeing that Batgirl was now covered by the mass of mating penguins, The Penguin turned and moved up the ramp, satisfied that his 'troops' would make short work of this interloper. Once out of the pool, he waddled towards the office, knowing that Mr. Freeze would use the water canons if she got away from his forces, unlikely as that seemed.

Two of the King penguins had begun to tug at the compartment caps of Batgirl's utility belt, some still stuck with the jell that Penguin sprayed her with. Feeling this, she risked taking her hands away from her eyes and tried to push them down to intercept any items they might manage to extract from her belt. If she were really lucky, they might give her the chance she had prayed for.

In the process of moving her hands and arms, Batgirl was able to see the position she was in now. Despite the weight of all the penguins on her body, she was able to move and slip her wrists down through the mass of feathers and flesh on her. Unfortunately, two of the King penguins took advantage of this effort and began to force their beaks up into her armpits to taste for any hormone or krill that they missed. This caused Batgirl to begin to laugh as her flesh tickled her nerves beyond her ability to suppress.

Clear of the rim of the pool, The Penguin saw that Mr. Freeze had let their partner into the building and the two of them were heading for the office where her video array was running as he stood there. Quietly, he began to waddle towards them to see what events this interesting young lady had in store for their prisoner.

While the three villains were engaged in social niceties, Batgirl pushed her right hand down to her hip and the tools in her utility belt. As her wet, gloved fingers touched the lid of the compartment, she found to her good luck that it was still latched shut. Pushing on it, the specific lid popped open and a stainless steel tank sprung out. There were two valves, one on each end of the tank. Pulling the device firmly into her grasp, she began to pull her right arm back up her hip.

Halfway up her hip, just above where she guessed one of the penguins was stimulating himself against her body, she pushed one of the valves. An aerosol spray misted the air near the face of the penguin closest to it. The mist caused the bird to become more aroused and excited. Batgirl felt a warmth from the number of bodies on hers, a small comfort and not unwelcome side effect of having her body covered with penguins in a cold environment. She felt a small, warm sensation where the first penguin came on her uniform. With that, the penguin who came passed out from the accelerated effort it took for him to cope with the hormone Batgirl had sprayed him with.

As she was able to move the container further along her body, she sprayed every face she could aim the tank at. In moments, five of the birds had been forced to climax and drop off her body, resting by her side. The birds in the water would be a different story, but for the moment, those above the waterline were reacting to her plan as she hoped.

"We're glad we could offer our services, dear lady..." continued The Penguin as he used his charm on Sandra. "The actions of Batgirl were almost perfectly predicted by your descriptions. She has fallen and is now being dealt with by my little army." Mr. Freeze stood by, watching the distant rim of the pool. Seeing nothing, he did not show concern, knowing that she would be little match for his freeze gun or his new pets, the polar bears he obtained during the liberation of Penguin's little army.

"Shall we go in and see how the recording process is going?" asked Sandra as Penguin paused in his attempts at engaging her in conversation. Her nose wilted at the strong odor of his body. Penguin hygiene and human hygiene were two very different things and never would the two meet. Sandra considered how Batgirl must be holding up under the attention of 20 of these creatures.

With increased freedom, Batgirl had managed to now overwhelm all the penguins out of the liquid. It was not without some costs though. Every penguin orgasmed somewhere on her body. One had parked himself on her forehead and came on the exposed skin of her face. Most of the other penguins had relieved their sexual drive on various parts of her upper torso. Two of the King penguins had come on her bare breasts, coating her erect nipples.

The unconscious penguins still laid near her, continuing to keep her body temperature from dropping further. She pulled the tank to her face, checking the amount of compound left in it. Satisfied that she was almost free above the waterline, she fingered the bottom valve of the tank and swiftly tossed it into the liquid between her legs where the majority of the remaining penguins were rubbing and poking her.

In less than a minute, the hormone accelerator drove every remaining penguin to go into sexual overdrive, pumping their sperm all over her body, then causing them to pass out from the accelerated efforts. The energy needed to achieve their goal met, their bodies then needed to recover. Sleep was the only means to achieve that. Batgirl had counted on that when she researched their sex lives and counted on the compound she obtained to take out Penguin's captive birds, though not quite this way.

The trio of villains finally came to the video monitors that provided running views of the various cameras. They saw that half the images of their prey were stationary. Few of the penguin mounted cameras were seeing Batgirl's body. Many were aimed at random, some at the concrete floor and some over the surface of the pool while others were pointed at the ceiling. The cameras that looked down from the rim of the pool saw a mass of black bodies, lying still in a heap over the body of Batgirl.

Feeling the last signs of movement ending on her thighs and legs, Batgirl was feeling better about the situation. Her thoughts cleared long enough for her to prepare for the second part of her escape. Slipping her left hand down and behind her hip to the opposite side of her belt, she was able to pull the handle of her grappling gun and remove it from its holster.

Blindly removing the steel point from the gun, she swiftly replaced it with a power flare. Her plan was to light the roof so she could see what was going on outside the horizon of the pool.

The three villains looked on and waited for some sign of activity, they were shocked to see a gloved hand poke from the mound of motionless bodies, a hand holding a familiar sight.

When her arm reached as high as it could, the gun fired. In a long second, the small object reached the beams of the ceiling. The screens all went yellow white as the flare detonated and blinded the cameras that were aimed anywhere but down. Batgirl had rolled her head aside and was glad the bodies of the now sleeping penguins continued to keep her warm. When she heard the pop of the flare, she waited three seconds for the first light to blind her enemies, then settle for her eyes to see what she could. With a push, Batgirl began to attempt to move the exhausted penguins from her still prone body. Her legs were still pinned under the surface, but the other, smaller bodies began to roll away.

One thing had gone slightly wrong with Batgirl's plan. The flare deployed a small parachute. The parachute snagged on the head of a fire suppressant nozzle. The heat of the burning object hanging from the fire retardant wires superheated the air near the sensor, triggering the valve and sending a trigger that set all the other nozzles to deploy their suppressant foam all over the large building.

When the fire suppressant system triggered, Sandra made a snap decision. As The Penguin waddled as fast as he could towards the door of the office, Mr. Freeze assisted Sandra as she began to shut down the video recorders and pulling all the external hard drives. The alarm was still active and the fire department would be on the way to check things out. The police would no doubt be along for the ride. Rather than risk being pinned down in a firefight with the law, the three moved as fast as they could to escape with what they could.

Meanwhile, Batgirl barely heard the hissing of the foam and gas raining down from the roof. She was frustrated at the position she was in. Desperately, she thrashed with her hips, trying to move the heavier birds from her legs. Slowly, they began to move, but with a negative effect. Something had a firm hold on her feet. As she moved down the floor, now slick with foam, she was going back into the fluid.

With most of the video filled drives secure in Mr. Freeze's armored transport truck, Sandra asked Mr. Freeze to do one last service while the last two cameras were running. "Open the drain." was her only request. "Let the sewer have her for now. If she survives, I'll find her again." With that, Mr. Freeze pushed two switches that opened the security grate and cracked the drain valve fully open.

Batgirl had been dragged back into the pool. Whatever had pinned her feet had fallen clear. Looking upward, she now saw the snowy mist of the fire suppressant that had now put out her flare. The only lights were now the ones focused on her in the pool. She floated to the deep end of the pool, only to find her body now being pulled down out of control as the large pipe in the floor dragged her into it.

Sandra watched as the vortex pulled Batgirl's head down into the swiftly flowing pool drain. "That should keep you busy for now." With that, she flipped the switch of the last camera feeds off and quickly removed the nearly full hard drives, packing them in a canvas carrying case. "We should leave quickly if we expect to escape successfully." Nodding her head, Sandra grabbed her prize and followed Mr. Freeze to his armored truck.

After several minutes of bobbing and struggling against the thousands of gallons of fluids she was pushed along in, Batgirl finally found the wrung of a manhole ladder. Pulling herself up, she made her way to the surface.

By dumb luck, the flood had carried Batgirl back to the entrance she had used at the start of this little disaster. Pushing the metal cap off, she pulled her tattered body out of the manhole.

Thankfully, the alley she had parked in concealed her current state of undress. Checking every possible approach, she quickly shed the remains of her damaged uniform, dumping the remains in a bag. With only her mask still on her face, she made a quick change into a spare uniform she had stored for just such a situation.

Just as Batgirl managed to mount her motorcycle for a cold and sore trip back home, she watched in astonishment as the large shape of Mr. Freeze's armored truck passed the end of the alley. With a flip of her wrist, the motorcycle leaped to the street. Rather than tip her tired hand, she tripped a switch on the handlebar and a small missile flew from the bike. The missile flew under the truck, softly impacting on the frame with no decidable impact. A small radio transmitter now lodged to the vehicle.

"I'll get you for this!" was all Batgirl could think as she turned and made her way home to rest and recover from this sour turn of events.

End Notes

This chapter was getting too long as it stood, so I chose to cut things here and pick up the action in the next one. Some plot point details may need adjustment, but this has always been a part of the editing process I need time for. This also gives me plenty of room to play with the next battle sequence with Mr. Freeze and his four polar bears. I hope this plot pattern of jeopardy, peril and escape does not get too tired. In cnapter five, I'm thinking of doing a non peril related storyline, allowing time to develop more of the underlying drama that this plot has generated.

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