Jarvis Tetch’s understanding of Chinese was limited to
order off the menu at the Lee Family’s Taste of Taiwan in Gotham. He was fairly sure the thug’s parting words
were an X-rated version of “Be Gone.” The group’s initial treatment of him had
been rather pleasant… but once they had him, their treatment became much more
brutal. Until they started using Jarvis’
own tools against him. Whatever they
wanted him to do for them was done and now he was on his own again.
“Well, where am I?” Jarvis looked around.
He knew he needed a meal to eat, a bottle of pain killers
for his aches and throbbing head, and directions back to Gotham.
“What shall we do first?” Jarvis thought, “I think those
uncouth folks needed to be taught a lesson.
That would require some investment capital…”
Jarvis struggled to his feet and thought. That kind of operation would require resources
from a few Wall Street bankers and that would require some starting capital to
pull off in it Jarvis walked out of the
ally and looked around.
“Biggest fetish party in Chicago!” Jarvis read the poster
in the shop window, “Looks like I am in Chigaco… You know that would be
something I would pay to see…”
Jarvis looked at the fetish cartoon Batgirl grinding her
bottom against the bondage cartoon of Nightwing in the poster… That got his mind going, a latex fetish
batgirl would make a pretty penny, enough to fund his takeover of some
investment bankers which would fund his revenge.
“Probably a week to get back to Gotham on the Underworld
rail road,” Jarvis said, “Now some Chicago Deep Dish Pizza.”
*
“He is off on his way… Yeah I can tell the suggestions
are taking hold.”
*
Barbara Gordon walked out of the elevator in the decidedly
unfetishistic outfit of long loose sweater and ankle skirt. She was followed by Stephanie in an outfit of
similar warmth.
“Hay Boss,” Barbara called, “Did Topo find the Black Box
Hotwings?”
“Yep Babs,” Dick called.
“Move it noob,” Barbara shooed Tim out of the seat, “Let
the Oracle take over.”
“If you are the oracle,” Steph shot, “can I be Batgirl?”
“Sorry Spoiler,” Barbara snickered, “Batgirl is reserved
for redheads that share their beds with Hotwings.”
Cassandra signed a few words.
“Yeah, fixed her legs and now she thinks her poop doesn’t
smell,” Stephanie rolled her eyes.”
“Let the master show you how it’s done!” Barbara sang.
“Stop,” Batman intoned, “Bring up that power surge on the
passive Radar. Cross Reference it with our
samples of Stark Tech devises.”
“Model nine C?” Dick asked, “I didn’t know they had
letters at the end of their ARC reactor design names.”
“They don’t,” Tim said, “The C is the one you broke the
casing with your batons.”
“Oh yeah, that was fun,” Dick chuckled.
Bruce was back in full Batman mode. He had his chin in his hand and his arms
crossed. He looked over at a void in the
cave where some bats were jockeying for better perches.
“Tim, answer the com link and tell them I am pissed,”
Batman intoned softly, “If they want to clear it up, Wayne will send his understudy
Grayson to do an in-depth investigation.
But they will have to provide unfettered access.”
Everyone just looked around at each other in
confusion. Then the extension for the
house phone rang.
“Wayne Manor,” Tim answered, “No, he is not
available. He is dealing with a very
angry Batman. Possible broken ribs
angry? Can I put you on hold for a sec?”
Tim tapped the mute button.
“Are we sure Bruce isn’t a gypsy fortune teller or mind
reader?” Tim asked, “Because the bastard did it again.”
Cassandra held out a hand and Stephanie dug out a five
dollar bill and handed it over. Tim hit
the mute button again and spoke.
“Ok, unless you want a Bat infestation Wayne’s understudy
Grayson does an investigation, un restricted access. It is either that or an angry bat in your
tower,” Tim said trying to put as much fear into his voice as he could, “Thanks,
I will let them know.”
Tim hung up the phone extension.
“Pack your gear,” Bruce ordered, “Get your quicky out of
the way. I need Barbara here, Jason is
due back in Gotham tomorrow night.”
“So instead of a vacation with my boyfriend I have to be
bait for the younger stalker?” Barbara complained.
“The more time he spends following you,” Casandra spoke
up, “The less time he spends killing.”
“Lets go boy wonder,” Barbara said getting up.
Dick picked Barbara up and took her to the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, the pair were on
top of each other. She had her hands
down his pants while he had his hands up her sweater.
“You got a playboy image to practice,” Barbara grinned, “Bruce
Wayne’s understudy?”
“You know I saw something the other night,” Dick giggled
as he kissed her, “Batgirl as Catwoman’s understudy.”
“Yeah the rubbers I wear,” Barbara gasped, “You wear! Or else Dad kills us!”
Dick got a hand under her thigh and hoisted her up. Once in the manor, Dick rushed as he carried
Barbara to his room.
Almost as soon as Barbara landed on the bed she was out
of her cloths and shortly after that Dick was naked on top of her. Dick has his face between her tits giving
kisses to her nipples running his hands over her body. Barbara was reaching down and trying to
massage his man meat so it was at full attention for her. Dick reached over and grabbed a condom from
his night stand and Barbara snatched it.
“Move up,” she ordered.
Dick crawled up and she went to work massaging the rubber
on.
“Mmm,” Barbara moaned, “Hot wings for lunch!”
“Tell me you want it,” Dick smiled.
“Put it in the oven boy wonder!” Barbara giggled.
*
“Put it in the oven boy wonder!” and a girl giggled.
Alfred slapped his face and rolled his eyes before
continuing with his cleaning.
*
Dick got his cock in, and slowly started pumping. Barbara cooed as he teased her. But it didn’t take long for him to pick up
his pace. Barbara gasped and moaned as
Dick pumped her harder and harder. She
let out a screech as he found her sweat spot and then again as he hit it again
causing her spasm in orgrasm again and again.
“Third times a charm?” Dick asked before building up the rhythm.
In no time the pair reached their peaks together and
collapsed on each other. There was a
knock at the door.
“Hurry it up adoption!” Damian yelled, “Father says you
have wasted enough time with the harlot!”
“Fuck off Petri Dish!” Barbara shouted.
“Why couldn’t Bruce send that ass hole and let us go to
Aruba together?” Dick asked.
“Because he would kill everyone at Stark?” Barbara mused.
“Would it really be that bad?” Dick asked, “I mean we
would be in Aruba, together…”
*
“Day three,” Batgirl spoke into her personal cell phone, “the
Red Faced baboon continues to follow me around.
Black Bat has been trying to get his attention, but so far he has been ignoring
her as Loli-bait. If you don’t wrap up
your bullshit and get back here, I might shot him Dick.”
“It can’t be that bad,” Dick said from inside Stark
Tower.
“He is using a laser range finder to get exact distances
on my ass!” Batgirl sneared, “Did he do this shit with Catwoman?”
“Ahhh….” Dick sighed, “We all got started practicing on
Catwoman.”
“Speaking of which,” Batgirl groaned, “Guess who
kidnapped Bruce Wayne for the weekend.”
“I saw it in the news,” Dick snickered, “Not very subtle
was she.”
“I think we should be in Aruba and they should be dealing
with the Red Faced Baboon and Stark,” Batgirl groaned.