Barbara walked into the room and locked the door behind her, she had just returned from her father’s house, it was a custom that every Friday night, she went home to have dinner with her father, a habit that had started since she had gone to college, and it was the only time that they saw each other as father and daughter, she had a job of her own and her father was the police commissioner of Gotham, so they were usually too busy to see each other too much.
That’s it, she spends a lot of time at her “part-time job”, in fact, she’s going out to work tonight.
While eating dinner, her father even asked her what she was going to do after dinner, and she told her father she was going to the gym, and her father thought she was just going to an aerobic dance class.
Barbara went into the bedroom and stripped off her clothes and stepped into the bathroom shower, she wanted to make sure she had washed all the perfume off of her body, as this perfume would interfere with her second job.
She rubbed her ample breasts with a washcloth as warily as men had touched her breasts, men without distinction, men who had come into her life at night.
Every night her libido always ignited at this point, and she mechanically wiped her body clean and made other preparations.
After showering and drying herself off, she went into her bedroom, opened the closet and took out a wardrobe box, then walked naked to the dressing table, took out the key and opened the box, then took out a leotard from inside the box, a brand new leotard, which she examined carefully, with a very smug look on her face.
Then she pulled out a set of underwear and quickly slipped them on, then put on her tights and the belt again, scrutinizing herself in front of the large mirror, not Barbara now, but Batgirl!
It was quite a sweltering night, Gotham City was in the twilight of a summer heat wave, Batgirl climbed up to the top floor by the fire escape, from this place she could see to the back of the museum, and knowing from experience that this was a place easily coveted by thugs, she hid in the shadows as she waited for…
A few hours later, she noticed movement across the street, and it was time to act.
She moved quietly and silently toward the museum without anyone noticing her passing behind her.
Barbara had read about the museum’s jewelry show in the paper during the day, and she knew it would be a target for thugs.
Batgirl found an open window, and she gingerly tumbled through it, making no noise and evading detection by the security system all the way to the front.
She found herself in the locker room, she decided that the thugs would be leaving through here as well so she could wait here for them to come out, but there wasn’t enough room for a fight in this room either, she flicked open the door, the whole hall was empty and she was wondering where the guards had run off to.
Batgirl walked into the hall, it was a typical museum, large and dark, Batgirl liked the environment, it allowed her to hide in the shadows and move around without being seen by her enemies. The jewelry was on display in a display room on the second floor, she decided to hide by the stairs and wait, she had only just ducked at the bottom of the stairs when she heard some warbling noises to her right.
Without thinking, she prepared for battle, she heard the sound again, very close! She decided to make a preemptive strike and went for a kick in the direction of the sound and kicked something.
By her experience told her that what she kicked was not a person, she went over to take a closer look, there was a cat lying on the ground, not breathing, the cat’s bulging belly could tell that it was pregnant, this cat came on behalf of Catwoman, she took one last look at the poor cat…
Then she heard an angry scream and lost consciousness…
With a sharp pain, she slowly returned to consciousness.
Batgirl tried to move her head but a sharp pain came from the back of her head, she knew she was alive but had made a big mistake.
Killing that cat was a wrong thing to do, but thankfully she was still alive, Batgirl opened her eyes and realized that she hadn’t been out for long, and there was still the museum, she began to gather her thoughts, she assumed that Catwoman had thought she was dead, so she had left her here and left.
She fought back the pain and looked up and around, she then realized that her hands and feet were tied, both of her hands were hanging apart and the sharp pain was coming from her shoulders and waist.
Batgirl was sure she wasn’t in a museum anymore, which made it even worse, it was so dark that she couldn’t see anything, but luckily, her mask was still there, but she didn’t have anything but it.
She was left hanging for a few moments, and finally, a door opened and a man stepped in and turned on the light, the glare blinding her.
The man started talking in front of her.
“You killed my baby, you stinking bitch.”
Batgirl couldn’t open her eyes yet, but she remembered the voice, it was the angry Catwoman.
“That cat was about to give birth and you killed it for no reason!”
“I’m sorry,” Batgirl said, her mouth dry and her tongue seeming to rise several times its size, “It was an accident.”
She was more comfortable with the light now, and she looked up at the catgirl in front of her, who was wearing a form-fitting leotard but no mask, and her long dark hair hung over her shoulders.
Batgirl looked around as she realized that this was a large warehouse and her feet were tied openly.
Catwoman looked angrily at Batgirl and said, “You killed my baby.” Then she turned away and Batgirl heard her crying.
Suddenly Catwoman turned around, tears still on her face.
“You kicked my cat!” She yelled frantically, then kicked as hard as she could between Batgirl’s legs.
A sharp pain came, and Batgirl fainted just as she passed out, as if she could still hear Catwoman saying, “If you kick my kitten, I’ll kick your …. ” (Translation: kitten and female private parts are the same word in English.)
When she woke up for the second time, Batgirl was so anxious she wanted to pee, she’d never been like this before, every time she’d been captured by one of Gotham’s crazed criminals, she’d always been quickly rescued by Batman or else escaped right away on her own, but this was different.
While Catwoman hadn’t taken the belt that held her tools, there was no way she could have touched it with her hands tied, and with Batman out of town and even her father unaware of the incident, there was no one who would come to her rescue.
Batgirl opened her eyes again, the lights were on and Catwoman was sitting on a crate ten paces from her face as she watched Batgirl slowly wake up.
Catwoman didn’t say anything, and the two women stared at each other without a word for a few minutes before Batgirl broke the silence.
“I’m really sorry, I was wrong.”
Catwoman still didn’t say anything and Batgirl looked at her, Catwoman was tall and looked beautiful for her early thirties, with long dark hair that was usually wrapped under her hood, and her leotard fit her very well, a “Catwoman costume” with soft soles and leather gloves, with cat claws made of sharp razors on her fingertips. with soft soles, leather gloves, and sharp razor claws on her fingertips.
“What are you going to do to me?” Batgirl asked
“I haven’t decided yet.” Catwoman said
Another period of time passed with neither man speaking.
Eventually, Batgirl decided she couldn’t take it anymore, the pain in the back of her head was intensifying and it hurt to bind her shoulders and wrists again, and there was still a constant, faint pain coming from her lower body where she’d just been kicked, and she really had had enough of it while her bladder was rising up to the point of exploding.
Catwoman still looked at her without a word .
“I really need to go to the bathroom, can you let me go?”
“You’re just trying to get away,” said Catwoman, “and I’m not going to untie you until I figure out a way to punish you.”
Batgirl was pissed.
“You want me to pee on the floor?” She yelled.
“No,” Catwoman said calmly as she stood up, “All the pets I’ve ever had would go potty in the little box on their own.” She finished and walked out of the room.
Little box, Batgirl thought, what on earth was Catwoman thinking?