Batgirl Returns Part 2

Barbara laughed about the stories as she sat at her computer. She still provided help as Oracle, but her superheorine and superhero friends were quietly told that she was back, with some help. All wished her well, although Batman had expressed grave reservations about the device failing, leaving her sprawled somewhere, begging for help.

Batgirl dismissed those observations as she continued to kick ass and collar criminals, one after another.

She was passing a dark parking lot as she heard a scream. Instantly, her bike turned on a dime and she roared into the parking lot, surveying the situation as the bike sputtered to a stop.

Three young punks had kicked down an older man next to his car in a robbery attempt. They looked up into the headlights, momentarily blinded as Batgirl hopped off her bike.

She kicked the first one back to hard he slammed to the pavement, out. The other two both brandished car jacks.

Ugghhhhh. Hollered the second punk as Batgirl delivered an upper cut to his jaw. Batgirl turned, just as the third punk brought the tire iron down. She easily stepped out of the way, then threw him headfirst into the side of the victims car.

Easy, enough, she said, stooping to help the victim.

Batgirl? Are you the same Batgirl who helped me several years ago? he asked.

One and the same at your service, sir, replied Batgirl picking him up.

Lookout, he yelled, shrinking away from her as Batgirl felt a strike to the small of her back.

Ummphhh she gasped as the wind got knocked out from her and she momentarily staggered forward.

Got you now, lady, smirked the first punk who had recovered from his initial punch, as he advanced on Batgirl.

Batgirl cursed herself for taking her eye off even one of the punks for a moment when she helped the old man up, but she quickly turned and kicked the punk in the groin.

Oh.arrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhh!!!! he screamed as she struck him squarely in the groin and went down like a sack of potatoes. She quickly put batcuffs on all three and summoned Gothams finest as she disappeared into the night.

The next day the paper contained a detailed story from the victim, testifying it was indeed the same Batgirl who had helped him six years ago.

The same one, red hair and all. I recognized her voice, he told the paper. No question about it.

The story was contained under the large headline, BATGIRL BACK!

Barbara Gordon sat in her hottub on the balcony of her building in Gotham, smiling. She didnt wear the brace all the time, in fact, only for short durations for now as it was too tiring for her. She pulled herself up, so her breasts just bobbled above the water line as she read the story, sipping a glass of red wine. She was enjoying her time back. In the past two months now she had put a dent in Gothams petty crime. She took another sip of wine and, using her supports, lifted herself out of the hottub and into the confining wheelchair that had become her home and refuge. She wheeled herself into her room and stopped in front of her closet with the full length mirror.

Not bad, she thought to herself as she surveyed herself in the mirror. Her breasts were still firm and plump, at a 36D cup size. Her pubis was a finely trimmed mound of brown hair and her brown hair hung down past her shoulders. Not bad for 28, not bad, she said to no one as she began to towel herself off.

Not far away the criminal known as Will Thunder, or just Thunder to his associates slammed his fist down on the table with a resounding CRACK!!!

What the fuck? Who is this Batgirl and why the fuck did SHE suddenly appear, he screamed as the men around the table, an assortment of Gothams best thugs. Shes costing us money. Money gentlemen, and I WANT THIS STOPPED, he screamed.

But Thunder, if this is Batgirl, we cant stop her, stammered one of the men around the table.

YOU CANT STOP A GIRL? Thunder screamed. A girl????

Each of the men around the table had had run ins with Batgirl in her prime and not one wanted to tangle with the Dark Angel again.

Then, I guess its up to me to stop her, he said, eyeing each one of the men around the table. And I will be the one to reap the reward gentlemen. Just dont come crying to me when shes gone, wanting to cut up Gotham, cuz Im the one thats gonna do the work, said the ex-Navy Seal.

Try as he might, Thunder had no luck at getting Batgirl. Each time he got near, she had finished off his men before he could even arrive. Worse yet, Batgirl was proving to be extremely elusive. He caught glimpses of her one night as she finished off four of his best men, while barely working up a sweat, he thought. He did notice she was not as light on her feet as before, at least thats what he thought from studying tapes he had obtained of Batgirl fighting from her first time as the Dark Angel. Still he did notice little things about her fighting style he thought he might use.

Batgirl heard screams as she crept on the ledge. She had detected from a computer search that this building was being used as a transfer point for stolen car parts. She was tired and about to call it a night when she heard the first scream. A woman exited the building and began to run to a car as two men chased her.

Well, time to rock and rock, she thought to herself as she jumped from her perch with the help of her Batrang. The two men were two busy stripping the scared women against the car to notice her until one of them went down.

What the fuck! said the second man as Batgirl kicked him and he went down. She walked over to the women, wide-eyed with her blouse already torn and showing her breasts.

Batgirl, how do I thank you, she said.

Just doing my job. Now dont you think youd better get out of this part of town while you still can, said Batgirl.

Yes. Wellahhhhhh, and with that the woman stumbled and fell against the car, almost fainting.

Miss, here let me help. But before she could finish the woman brought up her right hand which had been hiding some pepper spray and gave Batgirl a facefull.

ARRRGGGGGGHHHHHH she screamed, tearing at her mask.

Before she knew it, her back exploded from a thunderous punch that landed against her, slamming her up against the car. Batgirl fumbled for her utility belt, a surge of fear creeping into her mind as another punch struck her squarely in the gut.

Will Thunder smiled. This was going to be easier than he ever thought possible. Why this bitch wasnt so tough, as he slammed his fish into her ribs.

UUUGGHHHH. Moaned Batgirl as she crumpled against the car and slumped. Please. She begged, Dont hurt me, as she looked up at him.

Thunder didnt flinch. He had her. Batgirl, lying in front of him, almost surrendering. He was getting a hard on just thinking of how she was gong to beg him to stop as he dominated her like no man ever had.

Batgirl looked up. Hes so into what hes going to do with me that hes letting his penis think now, poor man, she thought. Batgirl had been ready for the pepper spray. It was trick tried on her before so she was just playing along to flush out the real opponent. She saw Thunders foot go back to smash her in the groin and with a move so fast he couldnt react, she brought her foot up and unloaded a kick squarely to his groin. Caught off guard, Thunder went down to the pavement, moaning.

Serves you right, asshole, Batgirl said as she lifted him up by the shirt. Im Batgirl and youre under arrest, she said. Even as she was finishing up those words she spied a dozen men running toward her from the building.

Even Batgirl knew those werent good odds and turned to Thunder. We have unfinished business, sir. I suggest you find a new line of work, or become a guest of Gothams most in-demand free hotel, she said. And with that and a quick throw of her Batrang, Batgirl disappeared again.

To be continued.