“Why me?” The Dark Damsel groaned from her perch over Gotham City. With her black half cape wrapped around her sensual form she seemed as much a part of the architecture as the carved gargoyle she was posted beside. Her skin tight latex costume framed her perfectly lithe frame for no other purpose than display. The half cape ended just above her perfectly heart shaped rump and did more to draw attention to that attribute than to conceal it. “Why am I here?”
“Robin is away with the Titans.” Her mentor, Batman, replied. Unlike his ward who merely almost blended with their stone companions the Batman blended completely with his surroundings. The pounding rain that was nearly drowning Barbara Gordon didn’t seem to even concern Bruce Wayne. “You’ve also shown a level of understanding Poison Ivy that exceeds my own in many ways.”
For a moment the two were completely silent, the only movement the flickering of their eyes from one spot to the next waiting for any sign of their supposed target. It was Batgirl who broke the silence yet again. “Why don’t we just go in? I hate stake outs. I hate them even more when it’s raining.” Barbara fought the urge to visually shiver. The costume was designed for ease of movement and to deflect bullets but it didn’t do a great deal to keep the wearer warm. “It’s just Ivy. You could handle this alone if you wanted to.”
“There is no guarantee that Ivy is alone in this. There’s even a chance that it’s not Ivy who is behind this plot.” The Batman replied almost without moving his lips. Years of training as a magician and ventriloquist made it second nature to speak without moving his face. It was a useful skill on a stake out when you were imitating a gargoyle.
A bolt of lighting fired from the heavens divided Gotham’s defenders for a split second and neither of them so much as flinched. “There is something to be said for Shock and Awe.” Batgirl let the sarcasm roll fro Continue reading →
