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This story utilizes characters owned by DC/Time Warner/Warner Bros., and does so strictly in a not-for-profit, parody fanfic usage meant for the enjoyment of comic fans everywhere. Consider this a sort of Elseworlds type story, not really set in any of the normal Bat realms. Our imaginations do not necessarily work within the usual DC Comics realm. From Eric - Ever since I read Steve's great story, "Batgirl: Who, me?", I've been obsessed with it and he, kind and gracious as always, gave me permission to add to it and re-write it like I did with his Wonder Woman and Catwoman story. I hope both he and readers will like it! He of course edited and rewrote it with me. Eric About five years ago I wrote a story called, "Batgirl: Who, me?" which had a plot copied almost exactly by the writers of DC's Batgirl: Year One last year. It involved crossdressing, and after I posted it, Eric suggested I do an alternate version where a scientific breakthrough had resulted in a machine that could alter a person to match another as long as their masses were similar. I did that one and like it a lot more than the original. Eric has been after me to do a sequel to that story ever since, but even though I've had plots developed in my mind, I haven't yet been able to do so. A bit more than three weeks ago, Eric sent me a new story based upon that earlier one which goes in an entirely different direction and results in one of his favorites, a full body swap. I just finished my edit and addition of my own material to this new story last night (read, well into this morning!) and now that Eric has told me he has no problems with any of the editing or additional material, I'm posting it for your hoped for enjoyment. Feedback is greatly desired, be it negative or positive. Batgirl & Robin: Greener Grass by Steve Zink and Eric Chapter 1 Who Is Batgirl? Things were getting worse for Barbara Gordon. Her father the police commissioner suspected she was Batgirl! The very pretty young redhead felt she was walking a tightrope in her life, keeping him from finding out her alter ego. The strain was telling and she was becoming more and more desperate. Babs was a petite redhead with a body to die for, or better still, to live in! It gave her father great pride to see the way she had trained her body to be fit and well toned. Her actual physique had probably been inherited from her late mother, a silver medal Olympic fencer, who'd died while Barbara was still a preschooler. The small frame with which she was endowed was proportioned perfectly, with a tiny waist and nicely rounded hips. It wasn't until she reached her junior year in high school that puberty struck the developing girl hard, and it was at that time that her chest started to blossom to match the rest of her gorgeous body. By the time she'd become Batgirl, Miss Gordon was blessed with a 5' 1", 36D-21-35 figure, and her costume showed it off very nicely. Living in the Gordon household, almost a mansion, with her dad made being Batgirl very difficult. Finally getting her own apartment helped, since Barbara no longer had to live under the same roof as her dad, but the Dark Knight Damsel now had the problem of getting in and out of her apartment without being discovered by her neighbors. One of the bedrooms in her two bedroom flat was utilized as her computer center from which she could tap into any system in Gotham City, or beyond if necessary. The other bedroom had more than just her bed in it. Its large walk-in closet had a huge unused space behind it, and very conveniently, a ladder leading to ground level was only twelve feet to the right along the inner wall. Barbara had a work permit drawn up in her computer, with all the appropriate signatures in place, to have a large enclosed room built in the blank area behind her closet. The construction team were given the impression that the cute young redhead merely wanted a bigger closet in which to store her seemingly huge wardrobe. Little did they know just what kind of wardrobe their client's actually was! After construction, Barbara herself built a thin wall at the back of her closet. A carefully hidden secret doorway was built into the back of the actual closet. This led to young heroine's miniature Bat Cave. A large rack was assembled upon which her costumes could be hung, a dressing table with a brightly lit mirror on the wall above it was against the outer wall, and a shelving unit was put in next to the costume rack for her wig and cowl collection. Batman and Robin weren't the only disguise specialists in Gotham City. Thanks to her taps into the Bat Computer, Babs knew that their disguises went well beyond costumes, however. She knew the identities of all the members of the Bat team, and other than Tim, had been careful to make sure they did not know hers. Eventually, though, she became familiar enough with Nightwing to let him know who she really was, so that only Batman himself was left in the dark. Since he was known as the greatest detective on Earth, she did wonder if the Dark Knight really didn't know, and was just acting as if her identity was still a secret to make it look good. But it was Tim she knew best among all the bats. She'd been thinking about that as she continued to worry about her dad and his suspicions. Sometimes Babs would have to make a lame excuse to depart from a dinner or other meeting with her father and then appear as Batgirl elsewhere in the City. He was getting more and more ironic - his deep voice now seemed to say 'Batgirl' with quotation marks and he'd look at her very quizzically. More and more Barbara was wondering, 'What can I do to get him off the track?' The main reason that Barbara selected the apartment complex was that there was a lockable shed big enough for her powerful motorcycle tucked away in the blank space at ground level. All she would have to do when Batgirl was needed was to get into her little lair, change into her costume, open the door and lower the walkway, make her way to the ladder, then climb down two stories and walk forty feet to the concrete shed. There was a restricted access alleyway behind the complex, which had a thin facing between it and the blank space, so a quick action set of doors was built for the Batcycle to go in and out. * * * * * Bruce Wayne was what many young ladies in Gotham City, nay, all of New York, well, maybe even the whole world, thought to be the ultimate catch. He was still young at forty and in excellent health, and to top it off, very handsome. Even more enticing, he was a multimillionaire with every chance of eventually becoming a billionaire. From time immemorial, females have known than any rich man must need a wife! The side of Bruce's life that had to be hidden from his playboy admirers was his dark side, the bane of villains everywhere, Batman. When the hero was a youngster, his parents had been shot in front him by a young hoodlum. The orphan was raised after their deaths by the family butler, Alfred Pennyworth, who ended up being more of an elder adviser and favorite uncle than a butler. The young man became inspired to put his intelligence, money and rigorously trained muscular body into some way of avenging them. He built his family fortune, old money on both sides, to vast amounts by brilliant inventions and shrewd investments until he was almost a billionaire. But that was only the means to his end. Of course he used the money and political influence to do what he could against crime, but the only emotional satisfaction he got was becoming Batman to personally fight criminals. Early on he had taken in Dick Grayson, a young acrobat who'd lost his parents, out of pity in seeing how young Dick was and seeming set to go through the same hell he had. Soon the young lad became Robin and joined Batman in operating from the Bat Cave. Dick Grayson eventually moved away from the Wayne estate to go to University and also have privacy with women. It was shortly after graduation that he adopted a newer, more adult identity, Nightwing. The black haired young man stayed independent from Batman and the Wayne estate, operating both solo and occasionally in partnership with his old friend in fighting crime. Soon after Nightwing came into action in Gotham City however, a young, brilliant computer hacker named Tim Drake found his way into the computer in the Batcave. In short order, Batman once again had another Robin to operate at his side. Tim was so young, only fourteen when he first donned the red and green costume, and needed to make newer costumes as he spurted up in height to just two inches shy of six feet. The age acquired wisdom and worldly ways of Bruce became a much-needed inspiration for the youngster. The new Robin was an overachieving font of energy that absorbed all he could from his mentor. So now, whenever the Bat Signal played upon the skies over Gotham City, there were usually at least two heroes answering the call. Robin sometimes could not get away from his home because of homework or some other restriction caused by his father, but usually made his way out of the house whenever the alert came from Batman. Sometimes Nightwing happened upon the scene, either filling in for the missing Robin or occasionally making it a three man operation. All three were more than a bit astounded to find that they eventually had a fourth partner, but it most definitely wasn't a four MAN operation. Batgirl was looked upon by all three as a hindrance at first, just a well-built young female groupie in a costume, trying to butt in like many women. Her intelligence, agility and eagerness to help, along with her good looks, of course, soon made Batgirl an accepted member of the Bat team regardless of their prejudices. She proved her worth the most when their opponent was Catwoman, Poison Ivy, or any one of the other femme fatales that frequented the dark bowels of Gotham, a city old in history and wickedness. It sometimes took the insight and instincts of a woman to defeat the opposing woman, and the Dominoed Dare Doll proved to have an uncanny ability to work out what the bad girls were up to. Even a chauvinist like Batman eventually and reluctantly realized it took a woman to figure out a woman! * * * * * Since both Barbara and Tim were computer hackers, it followed that eventually the two would meet up in the line of their non-Bat work. Robin inevitably gained the confidence of Batgirl, and the two seemed to share some special understanding. Though the heroine was seven years older than the hero, the two worked together easily and they had a natural energy flow between them. Barbara was on the computer one day accessing an 'impregnable' secret weapons site when Tim hacked in with his traditional, Yo! Babs grinned, and then put her data building on hold. She zapped back a Hey! to him. Thirty minutes of idle computer chat then took place, with the redhead laughing out loud and her end and teen having to stifle the laughter at his house so that his dad didn't come checking on him. In the middle of one guffaw, the heroine had an inspiration and asked him to meet her later that night on top of the WayneTech Building, presuming that the criminal element would cooperate by staying inactive. Barbara was in luck that night, as the Bat Signal stayed dark and no alarms were sounding anywhere in the city. When Robin bounded into view, Batgirl raised her yellow gloved right hand to high five him. After exchanging a few more ribald comments, the Dominoed Dare Doll took the Boy Wonder by his shoulders and said, "Tim, I asked you to meet me here because I have a very special favor to ask. I did not trust even our secure computer lines for this. Let's sit down." An equipment locker on the roof provided a bench, and the two crime fighters took a seat. "Tim," smiled Barbara, "I know that you and Batman must have made a breakthrough in some high tech disguises during the past year. I even found references in the Bat Computer to Batman being able to go undercover as a notorious, well known madam at a brothel once. Did you, yourself, ever do any disguises as a female?" Robin grinned wide. "About a year ago, after I hit sixteen and Batman figured I was finally 'mature' enough, he let me join him in undercover work," he told her. "Batman was that brothel madam you read about, and I was one of her young whores! I really shouldn't be telling you this, but this scientist dude at the Wayne Institute made a breakthrough discovery in molecular memory." "You're kidding!" Batgirl gasped. "You were able to pass yourself off as a prostitute? How? And what's molecular memory?" With all her work in tapping computers, Barbara had never heard of the term. "Batman made sure I never got to the point where any sex was involved," Robin replied, "so while I looked the part, I didn't get to actually play the part. As for the molecular memory, I'm not really sure I understand it, but in the Bat Cave, we have the prototype machine. It kind of maps a person's body down to the atomic level. It will only read living tissue and with this data in memory, it can take another person and transform them into a perfect copy, as long as they have a similar mass. It wasn't a matter disguising ourselves so we could pass ourselves off; we actually became physical copies of the women involved. I became the identical twin of a teenage whore, and Batman, the Madam. The originals were kept sedated at the Bat Cave. We found out which politicians were behind the vice and drugs in Gotham." Tim chuckled, then added, "I wish I had kept some of the pictures to show you. I got a kick out of them, but Batman was too embarrassed to hear of it! You know how puritanical he is!" Barbara laughed. "Since you have done a female part, at least once anyway, how would you like to do it one more time as a favor to me?" Tim's eyes went wide. "What do you have in mind? If I have to go out on my own, I'm not so sure." He reached with his left hand, and placed it on her right thigh. "Would I be working with you?" "No," she replied, "at least, not directly. I have a problem with my dad suspecting that Batgirl might be a part of his family. I'm going to try and show him that his suspicions are groundless. This invention sounds like a godsend! How would you like to be Batgirl tomorrow evening, while I'm at dinner with my father?" "Gee, I don't know. Trying to fill in for you might call for a pretty hefty acting job," he told her. "Before, I had Batman with me, and was in a reasonably controlled situation. What you're calling for sounds a bit more hairy!" He looked more than a little bit scared. "Oh, come on!" Batgirl argued. "You could do it, I know you could. You've got the balls...well, maybe for tomorrow night you wouldn't want them, hee, hee," she giggled, "you know, you have the ability to pull this off without a hitch! It's only for a couple of hours!" A revelation suddenly dawned upon the young man. "Hey, we could do this! I bet even though our heights are so different, we're close to the same mass. But then," Tim snickered, "you do seem to be a bit bigger than me in a few dimensions!" He was thinking, 'That young whore I became had a small chest. How would it feel to have 'boobs' like Batgirl's, and actually 'be' the fantastic looking crime fighter?' Babs said between laughs, "I don't want anyone, even Batman to know what's going down, so is there any way you could sneak me into the Bat Cave to take my image, or whatever?" Tim was now getting excited. It appealed to his adventurous spirit as well as his deep desire to see Barbara naked! "Not a problem. Batman is out of town for a few days, on some kind of mission with the Justice League. We can go right now! I'd have to blindfold you, though, 'til we get into the cave." "That's great! I was worried that I'd have to somehow disguise you as me, but now you'll actually be 'me'." She giggled and continued, "And since you've had experience in heels, I guess you won't have any problem in these boots." Batgirl lifted her own right foot, which had a four- inch spike heel projecting from it. She hated being short, and wondered how Tim would like it; Babs wished she was as tall as him. Soon they were in the Bat Cave, after having made a short stop at Barbara's apartment where she packed a small bag with some clothes that Tim could wear. The young hero had alerted Alfred while they were on the way that he was going to do some research, so the caretaker was not alarmed when he saw the indications of activity down below. 'That boy,' he thought. 'No matter what hour, always trying to learn more.' Babs looked around in awe after the strap was removed from her eyes. Though she'd heard tales and seen computer information, she'd never before witnessed with her own eyes the marvels of modern technology hidden away there. She could see where Bruce Wayne spent some of his many millions. It made her a little envious - all she had was her tiny little closet! After a brief tour, Tim led her to the machine. He went around to the operator console as she stripped out of her costume, wishing he had a monitor to watch. Feeling just a bit queasy, Barbara stepped under the scanner and felt a tingle that seemed to penetrate every fiber of her being. Tim then read the dials. "It will work!" he called out. "Our masses are close enough, and the machine can now make a copy of you." Barbara knew now how pointless it was to worry about her nudity with a person that would soon share her body, and just walked right around the unit to peck Tim with a light kiss. He blustered, but then looking over her closely, thought it would be weird; tomorrow, he would actually 'be' the red headed beauty standing in front of him! After putting her costume back on, Barbara handed Tim the sack which she'd filled at her apartment before they went to the Bat Cave. "Here, this is something for you to wear tomorrow. Tomorrow after school, get to the Bat Cave to make your transformation, then come to my apartment. Find some way to clear it with your dad to be out tomorrow night." "Okay. I think I can work up some lame excuse like a club meeting or something. I've had a lot of experience in coming up with reasons for being out of the house!" he told her. "I can't wait! This is going to be so cool!" She laughed at his excitement. Chapter 2 Changes in the Night Since it was still early when Babs got back to her apartment after leaving Tim, she changed out of her costume and decided to kill some time by going over to the mall in a blue cotton pullover over figure hugging jeans and sneakers. She hadn't intended to do any actual shopping, but while eyeballing the window display in one of the shoe stores that catered to the tastes of younger and more showy females, Babs spotted some fantastic looking stretch PVC boots. They had heels much higher than those of her costume boots and most of her other shoes, but looked sexy as hell. Fifteen minutes later, after trying on a few pairs to get exactly the right size, she was on her way back out to her car with her eyes now six and a half inches higher than before. Babs found walking in her new, sexy red boots to be much easier than she'd expected, and loved the feeling of sexiness and stature they gave her. Once she got home, Barbara started to think about what would be happening the next evening. She started to feel nervous, and hoped she was doing the right thing and wouldn't be getting Tim into any trouble. Since she always wanted to be Batman's partner, the cute redhead knew how devastated Tim would be if Batman dropped him as Robin! Her phone's answering machine was blinking, and after checking the one call which was from her dad, Babs figured she'd better call him to confirm dinner! "Hi, daddy! It's me, Babs." "Are you still meeting me for dinner tomorrow night?" "Yes. I wouldn't miss it for the world. I've made sure to arrange everything else around it." She smiled, thinking about how she would trick her father and smothered a giggle. Tim was right, it would be so cool! "Okay, great. I won't bother to ask where you were earlier when I called. You're a woman with your own life to live, and I hope you were having some fun, but like any father I hope it wasn't TOO much fun!" He sure hoped his daughter wasn't having sex! Thinking that he must have thought Batgirl was out in action again, Babs then thought to herself, 'You don't want to know what kind of fun I was having,' then said, "Oh, you worry too much. I can take care of myself! I was just out shopping!" Knowing just how well Batgirl could take care of herself, Jim said, "I know, sweetheart. Forgive your old dad, I just worry sometimes that you might be getting in over your head. See you tomorrow!" "Good night, daddy! Love you!" "Love you, too. Bye bye." * * * * * Tim Drake went directly home after the meeting with Batgirl. The next day at school was typical and boring. None of the classes came close to challenging him. He couldn't wait to kiss high school behind! At home Tim changed into his costume. The red top with short, billowing green sleeves over green tights, with a cape that was gold on the inside and blue on the outside, was a big improvement over the old Robin costume, in his opinion. He even considered his leg coverings as tight fitting pants, not tights; after all, they were heavily lined with Kevlar armor, along with the rest of the costume. How could anyone consider Kevlar as tights? Sneaking out of his house as easily as he'd snuck in, Tim made his way to the hidden Redbird, his own personal Batcycle. On the way, Robin called in to Alfred. He told Bruce's butler that he needed to come in to the Cave and do some work in the Bat Computer. Alfred set the alarms to watch for the Redbird, and then told Robin to have fun. As soon as he was inside the Batcave, the first thing Tim did was to boot up the computer, just in case Alfred came checking or Babs left a message. Then he proceeded to the molecular modifier. He undressed, then did a scan to store his own image in it; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to switch back to himself. That had been impressed upon him by Batman! When that was done, he set the controls for the memory of Barbara's body stored the night before, and feeling both excited and scared, he activated the machine. Every part of his body seemed alive with excitement, and he trembled. The teen even passed out for just a moment, then came to. "That was weird!" Tim said - and she knew Barbara's voice well enough to know that it was Barbara she'd just heard talking. Sure enough, a mirror confirmed that for her. To cover her tracks, Tim then erased from the computer's memory any reference to the actions she'd just taken. The disc with Tim's physical makeup on it was hidden in the rack of computer game discs. Tim just couldn't help herself. She went back to the mirror, noticing along the way the different aspects everything in the Batcave had now that she was about as short as when 'he'd' first came there. At the mirror, an impishly grinning Barbara Gordon stared back out at her. Her magnificent tits were tingling and jiggling. Feeling guilty, Tim played with them! She couldn't believe the sensations she felt as she tweaked the nipples. That felt great! Babs would never know! She saw her beautiful face filled with passion in the mirror. Could this really be him?! Reluctantly, she stopped - she had to get to Barbara's place like she'd promised. She grinned with luscious lips. She would have plenty of time for that later, yes sir! She felt a strange pride in being so beautiful! Feeling silly, Tim started dressing in the clothes Babs had dropped off the day before. She wished now that she'd looked at what was in the bag at that time. Putting them on was awkward at first, but once she started letting her new body use its natural functions, she soon got the hang of it. Babs must have wanted to tease her, because she had picked out a short, black leather miniskirt, a tight, provocative, low cut pink blouse, and four-inch heeled black shoes with twin ankle straps. "I'll get her for this," Tim vowed in laughing embarrassment. Tim put Robin's helmet back on over her now lush, thick red hair, strapped herself onto the Redbird, then zipped out of the Batcave. It felt really strange and erotic to ride in the body she now occupied, dressed so sexily and provocatively and with vibrations affecting both her chest and her lower regions! * * * * * Barbara's day at the library passed with agonizing slowness. She was at a fever pitch waiting for the night. Could she and Tim pull it off? Back at her apartment later in the day, Babs waited anxiously for Tim to arrive. She figured on the time school got out, then added a bit for a trip to the Bat Cave. But she had no idea how fast the machine worked - or if it would work at all! Her ringing doorbell brought the redhead out of her reverie. She went to answer it, and opened the door to see 'herself'! Intellectually, she had been expecting it, but it was still an emotional jolt to come face to face with herself! Tim grinned with her lips. "Hello, Avon calling. My name is Barbara Gordon, miss. May I ask to see the lady of the house?" Babs giggled. It was unreal. "My name is mud!" she answered. "Thanks for such a fun surprise! My God, if I didn't know I was me, I would swear that you were Barbara Gordon," she sighed, staring at her gaudily and very sexily dressed double. "Well, then, let's get you into costume, 'girl'! We're sure cutting it close on time," she added. Barbara's twin smiled and told her, "Not to worry! We can do it! The team of Barbara and Barbara can do anything!" Tim had never been to Barbara's apartment before and had no idea how she could be Batgirl and operate out of the small apartment as she saw it. There were many rooms in Stately Wayne Manor that were larger. Her hostess led her into the bedroom. "Barbara, don't you think I'm a little young for this?" Tim joked as Babs led her past her bed. "Still a virgin?" Barbara asked. "I thought that with the rampant morals in the high schools these days that you'd've been laid many times by now!" Tim was pretty sure Babs didn't know about Stephanie, his eager and sexy girlfriend; she kept her mouth shut and just smiled with a shit eating grin. "Why, you little..." Babs giggled, as she reached into the back of her closet. Tim was a bit surprised when she saw Barbara disappear into the darkness, but recovered quickly and figured that she was supposed to follow. Pushing some hanging blouses and jackets aside, she saw the hatchway and stepped through. Once again, Tim's mouth took the shape of an 'O' as she took in the sheer amount of costume supplies, weapons kits, and other feminine paraphernalia in the miniature, female oriented Bat Cave. "Welcome to my own little part of the Bat world!" she proclaimed. Chapter 3 Fun and Games "Wow, you really are well equipped here," Tim said. "I don't even want to think of how you hid this in your dad's house before you moved." Babs chuckled. "Believe me, you don't want to know. Now, let's get going here. Go ahead and strip down to your, err..." she grinned, "MY birthday suit." Tim hesitated for just a second, then figured that, after all, it was her body, and she saw it every day! Barbara was doing a quick visual assessment as more and more of Tim's new physique became apparent. It was true. Tim was exactly like her physically. She wondered briefly if he had made any mental changes as well. Anyway, right now Tim was one hell of a beautiful woman, if she did say so herself! Babs knew she'd be better to apply the makeup, since she did have the experience her new twin didn't. She started with a basic foundation, thankful that Tim's complexion was identical to her own. This was then powdered, and blush applied to her cheeks. Babs worked the blush carefully to blend the shapes of Tim's face into a beautiful vision. Batgirl was going to look stunning, as usual. When wearing her mask, Barbara almost always wore electric blue eye shadow, so Tim's eyelids and the area below her eyebrows were worked over. She did up her lashes with a black mascara, then used a black pencil to line the lids. Her traditional fire engine red lipstick was applied to Tim's new lips, lined with a maroon pencil, then sealed with a lip gloss. When she was finished, Barbara was looking at a live version of what she normally saw as a reflection while getting changed. Barbara grabbed the nearest wig cap from the shelf and pulled it over Tim's head. She tucked the loose strands of red hair up under it, then pulled down her Batgirl wig from the shelf and placed it in position. It was so different for her from putting it onto her own head. This wig was the same color as her own hair, but fell in waves to just below her shoulder blades. Knowing that Tim could handle the brushing, Babs gave her the brush while she went to get the black batsuit from the rack in the closet. Barbara pulled down the zipper on back, then handed it to Tim, who slid first her left leg, then her right, into the legs of the suit. Then the new version of Babs pulled it up, smoothing the material on her legs as she went. The material felt even more silky than the hose she'd worn the year before and she asked, "What is this material? It feels awesome!" Babs put on a wide grin, and said in reply, "That's a material that was developed as a teasing device by Catwoman. It clings to the skin like spandex, but massages and stimulates the skin to bring on a truly amazing feeling. You're gonna love it when it is covering your whole body, and not just your legs. I find that it makes me faster and keeps the adrenaline up!" Barbara was starting to reach behind Tim to pull up the zipper, when she was surprised to find her doing it all by herself. Tim's arms seemed to know what to do, she gathered. Tim sort of wiggled as she felt the material working her skin, and said, "You mean you go into action with this suit giving you a massage every time?" "Yeah, don't you just love it?" Babs replied. While Tim was straightening out her now longer hair over her back, Barbara was struck by the fact that she was watching Batgirl get dressed. The work they'd done had paid off. "Well then, Batgirl," she said, "what would you like to put on next, your boots or your gloves?" Tim picked up on the reference real quick, and said, "The boots, please. I want the dexterity of my fingers to work with before putting on the gloves." "From here on, try to start thinking of yourself as the female you are, not the male you were. You'll find it making the disguise that much easier. No matter what happens, you have keep your mind on the fact that YOU are Batgirl, and handle any situation that comes up just as I would. Also, as you'll soon see, those gloves have all the dexterity of your own fingertips," said the real Barbara to the pretend Batgirl. 'God, Tim is moving so much like myself - Batgirl! - it's unreal!' Babs noted. "Would you hand me my boots, please," Tim asked. Babs was still a bit stunned, but handed the boots to her. She sat down on the seat and slipped first one, then the other foot into the yellow boots. The zippers were pulled closed, and the new Batgirl felt her calves fit into their feminine shape perfectly, then stood without even thinking. Barbara handed her the yellow gloves next, and these were pulled onto her arms, with a moment spent in straightening out the bat scalloping on the outer edges. Babs was marveling at the way Tim was doing it just the way she normally did, and also was moving about in the high heeled boots with no problem at all. 'Tim must have all my reflexes and muscle memory in her copied body!' Barbara picked up the yellow utility belt and passed it to Batgirl. The faux Dark Knight Damsel strung it around her hips, well below her tiny waist. Babs sincerely hoped Tim would not find a use for the utility belt that evening, and in her haste didn't even think to brief her replacement on what the various compartments of the belt held. Babs took hold of the yellow inside and blue outside butt length cape with dramatic bat scalloping along its bottom and passed it to Batgirl, who noticed that her fingers had no problem handling it, just as Babs had predicted. She clipped it to her shoulders, then swished her hair back out over it. "Now for the crowning touch!" Barbara exclaimed. "Your cowl, Batgirl!" she said while handing the black headpiece over. Batgirl threaded her hair through the slot in back, then pulled it up and over her head. The bottom was pulled down to her throat, where Velcro attachments hooked it to the back of the cowl. When the bottom was tucked into the top of the suit, the new Dominoed Dare Doll was in full costume. "My dear, you look outstanding!" Barbara said. "I could retire to the easy life of a librarian and let you take over, as good as you look. But then, I suppose Batman might want to have Robin around every now and then, so I guess after tonight, I'll be back to doing my night job!" "You may have to fight to get this costume back," Batgirl said, in a voice that echoed her own. Then she giggled. "Just kidding! I'd hate to think of having to learn how to fight all over again in this form." Barbara led Batgirl to the doorway leading to the outer walkway, thinking that if Tim had picked up her female reflexes for donning the costume, she'd most likely have no problem with fighting in her body also, but let it pass and then said, "Okay, here's the plan. My dad is treating me to dinner at Maxie's. You know it, don't you, the steak house on route 3?" "Sure do, I've been there with my dad on a number of occasions," Tim replied. "Do you want me to make an appearance there, so that your dad can see you and I together in the same spot, or did you have something else in mind?" "I doubt there could be any reason for you to show up at the restaurant," Barbara replied. "Just use the com gear on your Batcycle to monitor for any activity, doing a casual patrol. If anything does come up, don't try to get involved too much, since even though I'm betting you would have no problem, you aren't used to fighting in that form. No matter what, I'm sure that word will get to my dad that Batgirl was on the scene. Make sure they take pictures. If nothing does come up, I'm pretty sure we're due back at my apartment by 9. Try and drive by on your bike somewhere between Maxie's and here so that dad can see you." "Sounds good," Batgirl replied. "Have fun tonight!" "I'll try, but having my dad watching over me is going to be tough, as well as the excitement I'll feel as another me is roaming around, in my costume, wearing my body and on my cycle," Barbara said. "Here, let me show you how to get to the Batcycle." Moments later, as Batgirl sped out of the hideaway, Barbara went back inside to change into some dinner clothes. She had about twenty minutes before her father was expected. Batgirl had been right. The team of Barbara and Barbara had pulled it off! Babs was looking forward to wearing her new red boots again. Babs was maybe a bit overdressed for the occasion, her father thought. After all, this was only dinner at a family steakhouse, not a banquet. She was wearing a floor-length dress that almost qualified as a gown. It was powder blue in color, with white lace trim. A wide white belt was used, making it evident just how small a waist she had. While as charming and pleasant as always, his lovely and he hoped virginal daughter seemed like she had something else on her mind. "Problems, Babs?" he asked. She laughed and answered, "You're a worry wart. Relax. I am, despite my size, a big girl now and can take care of myself." "Touch?!" But of course, she did have other things on her mind. Foremost of which was, 'How will Tim do as me?' Then she started thinking, 'My replacement sure adapted quickly to being me! And she certainly seemed to enjoy being a female and wearing my body!' This got Babs herself wondering, 'What would it be like to be a man instead of a woman? I was always such a tomboy when I was younger.' After the meal, father and daughter chatted over coffee. Babs sincerely hoped that Batgirl was going to make some kind of public showing to make her dad know that his suspicions were groundless. The night at Maxie's finally came to an end. They got back to the apartment right at 9, but Babs never caught sight of Batgirl, so she was sure her father hadn't either. She hoped nothing really dangerous had developed for her replacement while on patrol. Instead of parking, Jim pulled up in front of Barbara's first floor hallway entrance. He watched as she lifted herself from the car, catching a glimpse finally of the new red boots her gown had been hiding all night, then watched as she pranced in quick, short steps to her doorway. Babs turned to wave goodbye to him, saying, "Good night, daddy. Thanks for the dinner. See you tomorrow!" "You're welcome. Good night, and sleep tight." He waved, then drove off. Chapter 4 Batgirl in action! Earlier, while Babs and her father were dining, Tim was navigating the Batcycle in a squares pattern through downtown Gotham. So far, the faux Batgirl had been lucky. No crimes had been reported calling for her assistance. She checked in with Alfred and was told that all was quiet. She giggled and thought, 'It's so funny that Alfred thought I was the real Batgirl!' This call had also been heard by other ears, and shortly after Batgirl had made her call, Nightwing checked in and asked her to meet him in front of his apartment. Curious, the new Dominoed Dare Doll sped over. The hero waved at her from the side of the street to come that way. She turned the Batcycle around and headed back to the spot where she'd seen the young man. After parking the Batcycle and setting it on the kick stand, Batgirl swung a sexy leg up and over the seat to dismount her bike. "Nightwing?" she called out, not seeing him in the shadows. Hearing no reply, she walked over to the side of the building where she was pretty sure she'd seen Grayson earlier. "Nightwing?" she called out again. "Right here!" he exclaimed, then grabbed her by her left arm and swung her into his arms. "You've got to know I've been waiting a long time to see you in a situation where we weren't swinging and clawing our way through a wall of crooks, and since nothing at all seems to be going on this evening, do you think we could get more comfortable together?" Before she could even reply, Tim felt her lips being locked by those of her accoster, and his tongue shot through them to enter her mouth. Tim remembered what Barbara had said about keeping in form, no matter what, and put the experience from a year earlier as a prostitute to good use. Also, this new body - Barbara's female body - seemed to be enjoying the kiss! While Nightwing was flicking his tongue back and forth while french kissing her, she felt her own tongue shoot forward to return fire. The delicious taste of her lips excited him all the more, and Dick reached down with his left hand to fondle her breasts. 'Boy, did that feel great,' Batgirl thought, and moaned while snuggling closer. The costume magnified the effect, and everything seemed so sexy and exciting! The faux heroine knew she shouldn't be doing this, but... She felt her unfamiliar equipment moistening below. The excitement did increase Tim's sensitivity in her crotch, and the squirming intensified it. What really got Batgirl's attention was when that left hand shot down and copped a feel of her pussy. Nightwing felt the contours of her feminine mound and was about to use one finger to rub the slit, but was surprised when Batgirl drew back her tongue and body, then slapped him hard across the face. Knowing enough not to use his real name in a possibly public scene, Batgirl yelled out, "Nightwing! How could you! Show some manners, you cad! You never even gave me an opportunity to answer whether or not I wanted to be here with you. I'm not sure if I would have before, but your actions tell me that I definitely don't want to now." She breathed heavily. It had taken all of her resolution to bring her traitorous new body under control. Dick backed off, and gathered his wits. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me," he said softly in apology. "I just wanted to talk, but seeing your enticing form come out of the glare and into the shadows made me break. You are just too damned good looking, woman. And yes, I did say 'woman', not 'girl'. You may call yourself BatGIRL, but you, my dear, are all woman!" He had made his approach when he knew Batman was out of town, for the original Robin knew his old guardian would not approve of any relationship with Batgirl! A sit down session with the Dark Knight would have to be arranged, and soon. Tim couldn't help but feel flattered. It was also good to know that apparently Babs and Dick knew each other. The situation was getting even more personal, and since they were isolated to a degree and their voices kept low, she decided to use his real name for emphasis. "Dick, you have shown no manners whatsoever. Any true woman would have screamed rape for what you did to me. But I do want to see you more, in the future. You excite me in ways no man ever has before," she told him, thinking just how true that statement really was. "I am more than a mere woman, I am a sex machine. Just look at this body! Do you think I dress this way to impress myself? So far, the only person who has shown me any interest was Catwoman, and I must say, she knows how to please a woman. Do you?" Tim found herself saying, almost without any control. Where had that reference to Selina come from? From what Babs had said about what her costume was made from, maybe? A lesbian scene? Had she somehow picked up some of Babs' memories, too? She wondered if maybe that last statement might have been a bit overboard, and found out she was right. "This isn't the place for me to show you just how I can please a woman," Grayson said, "but I've had my own trysts with Selina, so I know what she likes." Batgirl's eyes went wide at hearing this. "You and I have never had sex before, but believe me, the last few weeks it's been about all I can think of! Let's see if you like some of Selina's bedroom favorites!" Batgirl's eyes went wide at hearing this. Then he kissed her again. "Come on up to my apartment, and I'll show you how much I want and need you!!" That broke the dam on Tim's sexual drives, and panting, she said, "Lead the way!" Nightwing led Batgirl to the special hidden entrance to his own complex, and they disappeared from view. For the second time that evening, Tim found herself denuding. She even decided to give Dick a bonus and did a bit of a strip show while taking off her costume, including a sexy removal of the wig. The memories of her short experience as a prostitute were coming in handy, and now it sure was fun! If Tim thought that her body had felt stimulated when she'd been playing with it in the Bat Cave, she was in for a big surprise. Dick Grayson was not a 'wham, bam, thank you, ma'am' lover. He knew the importance of foreplay, and Tim found out just what he had meant about Selina's favorites. Dick was showing her some really fancy sexual moves, and by the time he eventually got around to mounting Barbara, or at least, who he thought was Barbara, he was pretty sure she'd climaxed at least twice. The shared orgasm they felt as he emptied himself into her took Tim over the edge, and she screamed out her elation. Afterward, Tim took a quick shower to rinse off, avoiding any splash to ruin her makeup. She patted herself dry with the towel in a feminine manner without even thinking about it, and turned to leave the bathroom. She got to the doorway and then halted, stunned when she looked into Dick's bedroom. Laid out on the bed was a VERY familiar black costume. One which did NOT have yellow trim. "I developed such a strong liking for Selina after joining with her a while back when she was still acting more like a good friend and fighting crime with us that I put together a copy of her costume," Dick said in explanation. "Just for my sake, before you get back into your own Batgirl costume and go back on patrol, would you dress up as Catwoman and give me one last thrill for the night?" Tim thought for just a moment before deepening her voice and replying with seeming abandon, "So, Mr. Grayson, Batgirl wasn't good enough for you. You should have known that no woman could give you loving the way Catwoman can!" As soon as she finished, she reached for the shiny black catsuit. It was much lighter than the material of Batgirl's own catsuit, and Tim wondered if this was the same as what Selina really wore. She glanced at Dick and said, "Can a girl have some privacy while dressing, Mr. Grayson?" He scooted into the bathroom and closed the door. Eagerly she pulled the catsuit on over her body, not noticing the attached tail until she'd gotten it up past her waist. This brought a sly grin to her face. When she finally had the top on and zipped up to her neck, she noticed that her own breasts didn't stand out in Selina's costume as much as the feline felon's did. She wondered if this mattered to Dick? The green contacts then got popped in over her baby blue irises. The next logical question was, what size were the boots that she'd found with the costume? Looking at the sole of one of them, Tim noted it was the same size as her Batgirl boots. 'Had Dick been planning this costume session for Babs all along?' she wondered. No matter, she decided as each black boot was pulled on and zipped up to her knees. Luckily the heels were only a bit higher than those on the yellow boots, and proved to be no real problem after trying to walk in them. With their claws, Catwoman's gloves most definitely did not give the same dexterity as Batgirl's, so she held off on those until pulling the black cowl over her head and face and then tucking it into the top of the catsuit. That was one advantage Selina had with her costume, no hair stuck out to worry about. Now came the gloves, and Tim got a real thrill when she felt her fingertips go into the claws of the gloves. These claws then reached for the long whip and wrapped it around her waist and left shoulder. Before calling for Dick, Tim had to see just how good a Catwoman she made. She made her way over to the vertical mirror on his closet door and struck a pose. "Meowwwwwrrrr!" was all she could think to say when she saw her reflection. 'Watch out, Selina, your replacement is here!' she thought with a wicked sneer on her face. Then she went over to the bathroom door. "Mr. Grayson, it's not nice to keep cats waiting. Get your ass out here NOW!" As the door swung open and Dick saw what he had dreamed of, he heard, "Now, just what should I do with my naughty Bat?" "Wow, you have made my dreams come true! It's been so long since I was with Selina, and now I can at least pretend that I was with her again. I wouldn't dream of asking you to do another strip scene and then make love to me as Catwoman, since I know you have to get back out on patrol. But if you ever want to come here and play dress up again, I'll welcome you with open arms! You look so good that you could easily take Selina's place as Catwoman. It's a good thing you don't have her nefarious personality and wicked mind!" Catwoman walked up to Dick and hugged him fiercely, then reversed the earlier scene by attacking his lips and mouth with her own. Then she broke away and said, "Mmmm, it is too bad we can't have a purrrrrfectly fine second scene on your bed. It is fun to disguise myself like this and play act as being the feline felon. Now, I'd better do a quick change act and turn Catwoman into Batgirl. Want another thrill? I'll let you watch this time." Dick went over to the desk and did watch with a big grin on his face as the Kriminal Kitty did a super sexy strip out of her costume, then pulled on the red Batgirl wig followed by the heroic costume to become the Dominoed Dare Doll. In only a matter of minutes he saw the wicked villainess become the wholesome heroine. "Wow!" he said. "I sure hope Selina never gets the idea to get a Batgirl costume and fool us the way you just showed it can be done." "That would make things pretty interesting, wouldn't it," Tim replied. "Of course, Selina in the Batgirl costume would make it look like I'd gotten some breast implants!" She giggled. "Someday I'll have to get you to tell me just how and why you put together this Catwoman costume with boots that just happened to be exactly my size. That does have to wait for another day. I have to get going. By the way, this evening has been so incredible! I can truthfully say that I have never felt so ecstatic in all my life. You've made me feel so alive, so full of energy! I hope I've made you feel at least half as vital as me." A relaxed Nightwing said, "I think it's pretty obvious how good it was for me. You know, you really should consider changing your name. BatGIRL just doesn't seem appropriate." "I'll consider that" Tim told him. "If you can graduate from Robin to Nightwing, I suppose maybe I could advance also. We'll see. Now, would you please show me how to get down to my bike? I've got places to be, people to see..." "Sure, follow me," he said. He led her back down to the street. There, Nightwing said, "Really, I'm sorry about the way this got started. I don't know what came over me, other than the intimate proximity of your beautiful body in a non-hostile environment. Will you forgive me, please?" Batgirl looked Dick directly in the eyes, and said in almost a whisper, "For now, you're forgiven. The sex and costume fun in your apartment more than made up for any crudeness earlier. But I can't guarantee the future. I have to think about this, and we'll have to see what transpires." Gently clasping her left hand, Nightwing said in an equally soft whisper, "Thank you. I'll keep my fingers crossed. I want this to be the beginning of something, not the end!" Tim felt thrilled, but instinctively concealed it. "I'll see you later, in one way or another." With that, she turned and walked seductively back to her Batcycle. 'What am I going to tell Barbara?!' The chronometer on the dash showed a digital time of 20:16, and Batgirl knew she should try and get to the restaurant and tail the Gordons for a 9 o'clock rendezvous. Before she got anywhere near though, Tim heard an alarm clanging loudly at a savings and loan she was passing. "Well, looks like Batgirl is going to get some action tonight...other than sex...after all." She grinned with a wickedly satisfied smile. "But I doubt if a robbery will be as exciting as sex!" Stopping her bike a block from the building, Batgirl got off and did a quick check around the outer perimeter of the property. She saw two figures darting about amongst the shadows inside the unlit offices, and no sign of any accomplices outside. Their apparent getaway vehicle was idling on the side street, so the first thing she did was to shut off the engine and then rig it so that it couldn't be easily restarted. 'Hmmmph, I bet this is a trick Babs wouldn't have known how to pull,' she thought with another big grin. Figuring that the door closest to the car would be the one they'd jimmied open, Batgirl tested it and found that she'd guessed correctly. Having watched the real Batgirl do so in the past, she knew where in the utility belt her folded up batarangs were. Flipping open the lid, she reached in and pulled out two. She also found the container with the ninja throwing stars. She grabbed a few, and then stole into the building, careful to make no sounds even in the high heel boots. Wishing she had some of Robin's night vision goggles, and not realizing that a pair were in one of her belt compartments, Batgirl waited until a head was silhouetted against the window behind, and tossed a batarang toward where his knees should be. Sure enough, the figure collapsed in a heap, but yelled out while doing so. His partner was smart enough to not come running toward an unknown threat, and inched his way toward where the moans were coming from. Tim could make out a pistol in his right hand, and flicked a star at it. The points of the star embedded in the back of his hand, and at the same time that he screamed in agony, the sound of the gun bouncing off the floor was heard. Batgirl whipped out two pairs of Batcuffs, and before either crook could recover, she had them trussed with their hands behind their backs. Within moments of their immobilization, she saw Police strobes flashing next to the ex-getaway car. They came into the building with guns at the ready, but she yelled out, "This is Batgirl, the sitch is tight and I've got the perps restrained," and they eased up. One of the cops found the switch for the emergency lights, and suddenly every light in the complex came on, flooding the scene in brilliant illumination. Only Batgirl had known enough to shut her eyes at the first hint of light, and she was the only person in the room not suffering from snow blindness for a few moments. When the cops recovered their vision, they both took in the beautiful vision in black and yellow standing before them. Each had heard of Batgirl, but neither had seen her in person before. They got a quick report from her so that no need would be had for her to come downtown, and the two crooks were piled into their squad car. A tow truck showed up before the squad car left, and took away the getaway car. The tow truck driver couldn't figure out why the car refused to start. Another Police car showed up at the same time, and they stood watch at the building to prevent any further criminal activity there. Batgirl was thanked by one and all, and then left to restart her trek. Newspaper reporters showed up just as she was approaching her bike, and got a few brief words and a number of pictures before she left. The Dark Knight Damsel was glad to help them, because she had now provided Barbara with a positive alibi. When she got to her bike, the clock told her it was already 21:13. It was pointless to try and go by the restaurant, so the faux heroine started heading toward Barbara's apartment. She figured she'd get there around 2200. Chapter 5 What a night! Catwoman was bored. A little action wouldn't hurt. It would hardly be dangerous as she knew Batman was out of town. She would only have to really worry about Batgirl who was just a little girl compared to her, and the new Robin was no match for her; in addition, she was sure Batman had left instructions to Robin to stay out of trouble. And as for the cops, most of them couldn't even make change. She hadn't been in the papers in a while; Joker and his goofy henchwoman Harley Quinn were stealing all the headlines. Why the press paid more attention to a madman and his admittedly shapely partner than to the sexiest, most brilliant criminal in the world was beyond her understanding! So she got in her hopped up Catcar and sped away toward the Gotham Zoo. The feline felon was more interested in creating mayhem than stealing anything that night. Her first priority was the large cats, obviously, and Selina lifted the gate, saying, "There you go, my pretties! Have fun!" One of the night watchmen sounded the alarm, and a system wide alert went out. Batgirl heard the call for help, and did a quick analysis of where she was relative to Barbara's apartment and to the zoo. It would take too long to get to Babs and have her go to the zoo as Batgirl, so she decided to make her second emergency run for the evening. 'After all, how dangerous could a criminal at the zoo be, for God's sake?' As soon as the update came through that it was Catwoman releasing the animals, Batgirl thought immediately of how ironic it was that less than two hours before, SHE had been Catwoman! She then realized, 'Damn! Bruce told me not to risk myself with her, Joker or Penguin!' But she couldn't disgrace Batgirl and increased her speed just a bit. Batgirl pulled up to the zoo entrance just as a Police car arrived, lights flashing but without a siren blaring. "Glad to see you here, Batgirl," the driver, an older looking cop, said as he stepped out of the car. "From what we've heard, we might need your help here." "I heard the call and was nearby," she answered, "so I figured I may as well lend a hand. Do you guys have any idea how you want to go after Catwoman?" "Let's get our radios set for a distinct freq, so we don't get any interfering calls from elsewhere, then split up to look for her. Let's all go to PC6, the one reserved for field emergency use. If help arrives while we're inside, they'll probably know to go to that channel." Batgirl's earpiece was already in place within her cowl, and all she had to do was reach down to her utility belt and key in PC6. She was relieved to find night vision goggles there as well. The officers had to unwind their earphones and hook them to their ears, the younger one taking a bit longer than his older partner, so as Batgirl started to look around for any roaming animals, she heard a, "Test, one, two." "Batgirl here." "Two here." "Okay, let's go. Don't worry about loose animals. The zoo itself is sealed off, so they can't go out into the city, but do take care with any big or carnivorous beasts. Hopefully they've been recently fed! We're primarily concerned with the criminal - especially if it's really Catwoman and not some night watchman's fantasy. Fan out, and sing out if you spot the feline witch." "Check." "Check." Utilizing walkways wherever possible to keep her heels from sinking into dirt, Batgirl fanned out from the large cat area, trying to think of what kind of priorities the alleged villain might have. Hell, she didn't even know if it was Catwoman they were chasing down; a night watchman thinking it was her was hardly conclusive! Batgirl found to her delight that she seemed to have the same natural instincts that the real Batgirl had. Making note of the animals seen or called out by the others as running free already, she made a quick checklist in her mind and decided to check on the aviary. Her detective skills paid off, for as the Dominoed Dare Doll approached the entrance to the large hall, she saw in person the sexy image she'd seen in a mirror earlier, Catwoman. She was in the process of reaching into a weapons kit hanging from her belt, looking for something. This moment of distraction was just the opportunity Batgirl was hoping for, and because of her proximity to her target, she didn't dare call out her sighting to the others. That would have to wait. Getting on her toes to keep her heels off the pavement, which wasn't easy, Tim edged her way to a spot directly behind the still unwary Catwoman. Getting a Batarang out and ready, she raised her hand and threw it. But the feline felon's instincts were equal to the threat and amazingly she jumped quickly to the side and out of the way. Batgirl took out a throwing star and said, "Freeze, Catwoman. I've got you dead in your tracks and two cops are on the way. You can't get away!" Catwoman turned to face Batgirl, and said in a voice full of feline sexiness, "I don't see your cop friends, or even the immature Robin! Looks like I only have to deal with you, little girl. And how hard can that be?" In a flash, her motion so quick as to stun Batgirl, Selina had her whip snaking through the air at the upraised star. It flew from Batgirl's hand to clatter uselessly to the ground. Before she could fly at Catwoman, Tim had to dodge another lighting lash of her whip! She had never fought Catwoman before, and she hesitated. Selina didn't. Like lighting she reached to her weapons bag and in one motion picked out and threw a knockout pellet, and Batgirl collapsed. She crumpled in a heap. The villainess in gleaming black laughed. "I can't stay to have some girl talk!" She didn't kill people. Batman wouldn't like it. The pellet would only take the girl out for fifteen minutes at the most, but that was more than what she would require. "Pleasant dreams!" Catwoman had no intention of running into any cops, either real or made up by Batgirl to fool her, and very carefully worked her way back to her car. The risk was not worth it. She had only done it out of boredom waiting for Batman to return to Gotham. She thanked the stars that she'd chosen black for a costume color, and not some bright color that would stand out at night. Cursing to herself that none of the animals had made it past the outer walls of the zoo, Selina pulled off her cowl and climbed into her car and took off, carefully not toward her lair just in case! Back at the zoo, number two found the crumpled black and yellow form heaped upon the ground in front of the aviary. He could only assume that Batgirl had met up with their quarry, and been taken down before calling for help. Calling out for number one's aid as he stooped, he put the back of his hand to Batgirl's neck, and felt her pulse. At least she was still alive. Not knowing how or why the avengerette was unconscious, he decided to forgo rousing her until his teammate arrived. But as pangs of guilt raced through him, he stooped and copped a feel of her magnificent breasts! Number one came running up in moments, and the first thing he asked was, "Have you seen Catwoman anywhere?" "I'm assuming Batgirl met up with her and the cat bitch took her out. It's a safe bet that the perp took a powder as soon as she took out Batgirl, and I never saw her anywhere while I was making my way here. I found Batgirl by accident as I approached the aviary." "Is she okay?" "She's breathing," number two said, and at that, both looked down to see the perfectly shaped chest rising and falling. "Yes, I can see that, now. Any idea what took her out?" one asked. "I did find the remains of a tiny pellet near her body," two answered, "which probably held some kind of knockout gas." "I've seen these pellets before," one said. "These are the kind that Batman and company use in fighting crooks. I guess Catwoman is really a 'copy cat'!" He roared in appreciation of his wit while his partner winced his distaste! As they spoke, the woman at their feet started to stir. One crouched down and put his hand behind her back to support her. "How are you feeling, Batgirl? Can you hear me?" he asked. She just groaned, her eyes still closed. "What was that you called me? I'm not Batgirl, I'm..." she started to say, but faded out. As her eyes fluttered open, the woman saw the shape she was in and the costume she was wearing, and was puzzled for just a moment. Then she remembered the events of the evening, and fell back into form. "Oooh, does anybody have any aspirin? That stuff leaves a nasty reminder!" she said, trying to put a bit of lightness in her voice as she clutched her head. "Sorry, we stopped carrying any nonprescription painkillers a long time ago. Can you tell us what happened here? Here's what knocked you out," one said as he handed her the remains of the copy of the Bat gas pellet. Batgirl sat up, drew her knees to her chest, and crossed her arms around them. "I came upon Catwoman, and yes, that is who it was for your report, but I was too close to risk making a call to you. I feared she would hear my voice. I took a chance at trying to apprehend her on my own, but she was too quick for me. You wouldn't believe the lightning fast reflexes that woman has! Really, she is like a cat! And I can't for the life of me remember how she knocked me out. I remember her jarring a star