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   Eyes Of The Tigress
   by Ann Douglas
   (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

The following is a work of erotic fiction
and includes scenes of sexual activity. It
includes characters that are copyrighted
by DC Comics. This story is intended for
the non-commerical enjoyment of fans and
should be considered a parody . No
copyright infringement is intended and no
profit will be made from the distribution
of this story.

Part One

	Night over Gotham City was still
more than two hours away.  Nevertheless,
the dark figure in gray and black was
already out searching the city.  A crime
most monstrous was in danger of becoming
even more so.
	"Twenty possibilities down, only a
hundred more to go,"  the young woman
beneath the cape and cowl thought as she
looked over the waterfront.  "Something
like this would have to happen when
Batman and Robin are out of town.  I could
really use that keen analytical mind of his."
	Shielding her eyes against the light
of the dying sun, the woman popularly
known as Batgirl climbed the water tower
to gain an even higher vantage point.  As
she climbed the ladder, she mentally
reviewed the material the Police had given
her a few hours before when she had
answered the call they had put out for
Batman and Robin.
	Sometime around noon, five men,
heavily armed and totally ruthless, had
invaded the Pee Wee Daycare Center in
Midtown.  Pee Wee was the most exclusive
and fashionable daycare facility in the
city, used by both the very rich and
famous.  In their wake, they had left two
security guards dead, another badly
wounded and kidnapped Kathy Wilson, the
two-year old daughter of Mark Wilson,
President of Wilson Electronics.
	Or so they had thought.  Like the
plot of a bad movie, they had grabbed the
wrong toddler.  The little girl they had
made off with was the daughter of a
mid-level secretary at Wayne Corp, who
attended the prestigious center on a
company grant.  Her name was Kathy Willis
and bore a striking resemblance to her
more celebrated playmate, right down to
the embroidered name on their matching
jumpers.
	The resident Police Phychologist
that had been on location said that there
was a high probability that the kidnappers
would kill the little girl once they
discovered their error.  So far, the Police
had managed to keep the real identity of
the little girl out of the news reports, but
that could change at any time.
	One of the now dead security
guards had managed to take down one of
the abductors before succumbing to his
wounds.  No one had yet been able to put a
name to the face of the body now in the
morgue, but Batgirl was certain that the
answer to their search could be found
somewhere in his personal effects.
	One of the things in his pockets had
been a brand new folding map of the city.
That and a few other items gave weight to
the idea that he wasn't a Gotham native.
Opening the map to its full length and
width, Batgirl had noticed a slight crease
in the paper.  An indication, at least to
her, that the map had previously been
folded in such a way as to display just the
south side of the waterfront.  Specifically
the quarter mile area known as Drake's
Wharf.  Since the map was new and she
couldn't find any other markings, the red
headed crimefighter thought it was a clue
worth pursuing.
	The Captain in charge of the 
investigation, however, hadn't put much
credence in the theory and didn't even
keep the map.  Batgirl couldn't help but
think that if it had been Batman who had
made the observation, it would've been
taken more seriously.
	In her real identity as Barbara
Gordon, Batgirl had met Captain Jason
Clarke at a few police functions she had
attended with her Police Commissioner 
father.  Her first impression of him had
been that he was a horse's ass, owing his
position more to political influence than to
any real investigative ability.  Now, after
actually dealing with him in an official
capacity, she revised that opinion.  It was,
she now decided, unfair to the horse.
	Still, with nothing else to go on, the
Darknight Damsel head for Drake's Wharf,
hoping against all the odds that she was
making the right guess.  So far she had
covered a quarter of her search area
without success.  The closest thing to
criminal activity she'd come across was a
pair of high school boys getting blow jobs
from two dockside hookers.  As she passed
from one rooftop to another, she paused
for a second and had looked on the four of
them.
	 Racing onward, she wondered if the
young men realized that down here by the
docks, the two women on their knees
sucking them off might very well have
cocks of their own.  Hopefully they'd
remain ignorant in the illusion.

	It stood to reason, she decided as
that image faded from her attention, that
if the kidnappers hideout really was in this
section of town, then it would most likely
be in the most deserted part of it.  Most
of the businesses in the neighborhood had
folded over the years as Gotham lost much
of its maritime trade to more tax friendly
ports.
	The block Batgirl now scanned from
her water tower perch contained an old
clothing factory, a Greek diner and what
was once a social club for longshoremen.
Every tick of the clock brought her closer
to disastrous failure, not to mention the
still real possibility that she might be on a
wild goose chase after all.  Still what else
could she do but press on?

	Carefully, she focused her small
high-powered binoculars, first on the
factory and then the diner.  Both looked
like they hadn't been occupied in years.
The boarded up club didn't look any better.
	Her gaze passed over the one
remaining window and under the years of
grime that covered it, Batgirl could just
make out the long forgotten name of the
club - Drake's Anchor.
	Her heart raced wildly as she once
again pictured the small collection of
paraphernalia that they had removed from
the pockets of the unlucky kidnapper.  In
her mind's eye she focused on a half used
pack of matches.  The cover of which had
born the inscription, Drake's Anchor.
	Fast as she could, Batgirl dropped
down the side of the building and made her
way across the street, keeping to the
shadows as best she could.  The small alley
beside the abandoned social club was filled
with assorted piles of rubbish but was still
manageable.  Skillfully the black caped
crimefighter made her way to one of the
back windows.  Scraping away a small bit
of the filth covering the plate, she was
able to take a quick look inside.
	As fast as her heart was beating, it
came to an abrupt stop as she spotted two
men in the supposedly deserted building.
One was dressed in a green shirt and blue
jeans, the other a white shirt and black
slacks.  Both matched descriptions of the
men who had been at the Daycare Center.
	Moving further down the alleyway,
Batgirl looked through a second window
and saw the object of her search.  The
little girl was stretched out on an old cot,
sound asleep and seemingly oblivious of
what was going on around her.  At the foot
of the folding bed sat a third man.  Tall,
heavyset and bearded, he was leaning back
on a chair with his eyes closed.

	"Batgirl to Gotham City Police,"  she
whispered into a small powerful radio she
had removed from her utility belt as she
retraced her steps back up the alley.
"Batgirl to Gotham City Police."
	On her third try, one of the Police
Dispatchers came on the line and Batgirl
reported what she'd found.  She winced at
the very condescending attitude of the
dispatcher's voice as he warned her just to
continue to monitor the situation and let
the professionals handle any rescue.
	"Well then the professionals had
better hurry up and get here,"  she
thought as she broke down the connection
and took another look into the main room.
	A third figure had now come into
view, this one wearing a brown leather
jacket.  That accounted for all the hunted
men.  The original two were now leaning on
the old bar, a couple of open bottles of
beer and the cardboard containers holding
the rest of the six-pack resting between
them. The new arrival was reading a
newspaper and listening to a small radio.
	Batgirl examined the back door to
the building.  The lock was old and rusty
and it took only a few seconds for her to
cut through it with a tiny battery powered
saw.
	Dropping the blade back into the
appropriate compartment on her belt, the
dark clad woman's attention was suddenly
diverted as she thought she saw a flash of
movement on the low roof above her.
	Before crossing the street, she had
gotten a good look at the layout of the
roof above her.  There were two octagon
shaped skylights to let in natural light, one
large and one small.  The only access to
the roof seemed to be a ladder attached
to the back of the building a few feet
from where she was standing.  At least
where it would have been had someone not
stolen it for its metal value a long time
ago.
	 Batgirl stood motionless and
silently scanned the empty air above her.
She saw no further evidence of movement
or heard any sound of it either.
	"Next I'll be jumping at shadows,"
the Maid of the Night silently said to
herself as she dismissed it as the result of
a sudden sense of foreboding.  A feeling
she tried to quickly shake off.
	From another part of her seemingly
endless collections of gadgets, Batgirl
produced a small cylinder and sprayed a
highly effective lubricant on the rusty
hinges of the long sealed door.  Then,
slowly and silently, she opened it and
slipped inside.
	Carefully measured movements
carried her to an almost uncomfortable
closeness to her quarry.  Only a dozen feet
and a cheap plywood partition separated
them all.  If all went well, the GCPD would
show up any minute and while they
provided a distraction, she would be able
to get the little girl to safety.

	Batgirl's prior sense of apprehension
suddenly proved prophetic as the radio
station the men had been listening to
began to broadcast a news report.  A
report that blew the lid off the secret
the Police Department had been trying to
keep all afternoon.
	"Motherfucker!"  the man in green
cried out as he tossed the bottle he'd been
drinking from to the floor in anger,
shattering it.  "Now what the hell do we
do?"
	"I'll tell you what we do,"  his
closest companion bellowed as he pulled a
.38 special from a belt holster.  "We get
rid of that little brat and get our asses
out of here!"
	The third member of the group 
enthusiastically agreed, producing an
automatic pistol from beneath his leather
jacket.  He had never been comfortable
with the operation to begin with, but had
tossed aside any misgivings in anticipation
of the immense payoff to be reaped.  Now
with that gone, his first concern quickly
shifted to his personal survival.
	As two of the three men turned in
the direction of the storeroom where she
had observed the sleeping toddler, Batgirl
rolled three marble sized spheres out onto
the floor.  The small orbs exploded into
expanding spheres of blinding white light.
The intensity of which was so powerful
that they burned themselves out almost
between heartbeats.
	Yet even that small span of time was
enough as Batgirl emerged from behind
the false wall, sending a batarang sailing
across the room to find its mark on the
furthest of her targets.  The impact of
the heavy weapon was enough to send the
hoodlum to dreamland.
	Not even waiting for it to land,
Batgirl whirled around and sent a booted
foot into the midsection of the large man
to her left, knocking both the wind out of
his chest and the gun out of his hand.
	Using his bulk to stop her forward
momentum, Batgirl reversed her turn in
order to bring her attack to the last of
her immediate adversaries.  It was a move
she'd used successfully countless times in
the past.  But as with any tried and true
practice, the unexpected was always a
possibility.
	As she pivoted on one leg, the
movement of her body caused her to shift
a few inches to the left.  To the very spot
where an unfair fate had deposited the
residue from the beer bottle that had
earlier been thrown to the floor.
	Suddenly without the support the
successful completion of the maneuver
required, Batgirl lost her balance and
collided with the gunman.  Both of them
crashed to the dirty floor, their arms and
legs interlocked.
	Finely tuned reflexes responded
almost automatically as Batgirl disengaged
herself and started to scramble back to
her feet.  Her luck went from bad to
catastrophic as she looked up and found
herself looking down the barrel of a pump
action shotgun.  The last of the gang, the
one who had been dozing in the back room,
heard the noise of the brief fight and had
rushed out to investigate.
	"Oh God!"  Batgirl thought as she
froze in place.
	In the space of a single breath, she
analyzed the situation and the possibilities
of escape.  The distance between her and
the final gunman was too far for her to
cover before he could pull the trigger.
The same held true for the distance
between her and any possible cover.
There wasn't even any chance of pulling a
miracle out of her utility belt.
	"I'm dead,"  she told herself, the
very admission of the fact causing her
heart to freeze."
	"Give my regards to hell, Bat-bitch!"
the gunman laughed as he began to slowly
apply pressure to the trigger.
	He had always been a small time
crook, just hired muscle in other people's
gangs.  Now that was all going to change.
Let them talk about the Joker, Killer Croc
and the Penguin.  After tonight, all of
them are going to run a distant second to
Rory Cross - the guy who fragged Batgirl.
	"Do her, Rory," the man in the
leather jacket, who had finally lifted
himself off the floor, called out.  "Blow
the fucking cunt's head off!"
	Out of the corner of her eye,
Batgirl could also see one of her first two
victims recovering his gun from the floor
as well.  Her odds had just gone from
impossible to hopeless.
	Still her muscles tensed tight in
anticipation.  She would go down fighting,
if only to gain more time for the GCPD to
show up and save Kathy.

	An explosion shook the air and for a
half second, Batgirl thought it was the
shotgun going off.  She moved with the
sound, surprised to realize that she wasn't
dead.  A shower of glass fragments made
her realize that the explosion had come
from above, shattering the larger skylight.

ough the now open roof dropped a
dark, lithe figure.
	"Batman, thank God!"  the
redheaded adventurer thought as she
rolled out of the way of the deadly
fusillade, a downpour that also caused all
of the gunmen to shield their faces as
well.
	To Batgirl's amazement, the figure
that landed with a soft thud in the center
of the room was dressed not in black and
gray, but a rich, deep purple.
	"Catwoman!"  she said loudly in
amazement.
	The master thief wasted no time
with introductions, grabbing the shotgun
from the hands of the would be Bat-Killer,
slamming the stock back into his face.
Twice her size, he returned to anonymity
as he slumped to the dust-covered floor.
	Shaking off the shock of her near
death and Catwoman's unexpected arrival,
Batgirl returned to the action.  Using a
karate move she'd first learned as a teen,
she quickly incapacitated the thug who had
so urged her death.
	Too late she saw the last gang
member still on his feet point his gun in
the direction of Catwoman.  The Feline
Fury was making a beeline dash for the
room holding Kathy Willis, unaware that
she was still in peril.
	Tossing herself at the gunman with
all of her speed and strength, Batgirl only
managed to slightly deflect the gunshot.
She made sure, however, that there was
no second round as a crushing blow sent
him to join his fellows.

	"Catwoman?" she called out as she
turned and saw her rescuer sprawled out
on the ground.
	Racing to her side, she let out a
great sigh of relief as she found the
purple clad woman still breathing.  In fact,
except for a small tear in her cowl and a
streak of blood across the side of her
face, the cat burglar seemed unhurt.
	Next she completed Catwoman's
goal and checked on Kathy.  Thankfully,
she had somehow slept on through all that
had happened and was unhurt.
	The sounds of sirens finally filled
the air, followed by the squeal of brakes.
The GCPD had finally arrived.
	"You men fan out to the back,"  the
voice of Captain Clarke filtered through
the cracked front window.  "The rest of
you follow me."

	Stepping back into the main room,
Batgirl looked at the bodies scattered
across it, centering on that of the
unconscious Catwoman.  Even though she
knew there might be outstanding warrants
on the arch-criminal, she couldn't just
leave her to be arrested.  Not after she
had saved her life.  Whatever the reason
for her sudden appearance, there was no
denying that she had done just that.  The
law was the law, her father had always
told her.  But sometimes justice required
harder choices, the Batman had said as
well.

*    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *

	"Oh my head,"  Selina Kyle softly
moaned as she opened her eyes and
attempted to jump up in her bed, causing a
quick flash of pain from her left temple.
	The fact that she was in a bed, and
not one in the prison hospital, surprised
her almost as much as the fact she was no
longer in costume.  Instead she was
wearing a simple blue nightshirt with two
white kittens playing with a ball of twine
on the front.  Suspicious eyes took in her
surroundings.
	The bedroom looked as if it had
been furnished out of a mail order
catalogue, simple yet impersonal.  Moving
slower this time, she sat up on the edge of
the bed. The pain in her head was less
intense, letting her rise to her full height.
	She spotted her familiar dark
purple jumpsuit laid across a chair on the
other side of the room.  It took no time at
all for her to decide that whatever this
place was, it was time for her to leave.
	Moving across the room, the dark
haired woman paused for a second at a
large mirror on the wall.  Her hand
reached up to touch the small bandage
just above her left ear.  Lifting it gently,
she noticed that the small wound beneath
it had been expertly cleaned.  Small as it
was, there probably wouldn't even be a
scar.  Running her hand through her
closely cropped black hair, she smiled
when she found no other evidence of
injury.
	She pulled off the nightshirt and
tossed it to the floor, standing for a
moment in only her panties.  She exhibited
a firm, lean body that would've been the
envy of any professional athlete. Half a
lifetime of working on her body had toned
it to near perfection.  Her breasts were of
an average size, but perfectly shaped.  A
sports bra built into the catsuit normally
held them in check. The rest of her body
was just as carefully sculpted, bringing to
mind the old phrase, lean, mean fighting
machine.
	After years of practice, it only took
her a minute to don and adjust the skin
tight jumpsuit.  It amazed her that even
her weapons were still there.
	Catwoman, as she tried to always
think of herself once in costume, opened
the window and saw that it was an easy
jump to the next roof.  Easy at least when
she was in top form, something a sudden
pulse of pain from her head reminded her
wasn't her present condition.  It was a
brief, low-level pain, but still enough to
give her pause.
	"If you really want to leave so much,
the stairs are a lot easier,"  a familiar
voice said from behind her. 
	Catwoman quickly whirled at the
sound, her claws extended as she assumed
a defensive stance.  The voice did indeed
belong to Batgirl as she had guessed, but
the woman in purple didn't expect to find
the crimefighter carrying a serving tray
with various drinks and food.
	"You really should have a bite to eat
before you go,"  Batgirl said as she put
down the tray at the table. "I might not
be the world's greatest cook but I can
order take out with the best of them."
	More than a little confused,
Catwoman assumed a calmer position, then
walked over to the table where Batgirl was
standing.  Her eyes never left the woman
in black and gray as she picked up a small
finger sandwich and took a bite of it.
	"Not bad,"  Catwoman said as she
finished her taste.
	"I'll pass along your compliment to
the deli on the corner,"  Batgirl said as she
picked up a can of soda and sat down in a
large comfortable chair.  "Have a seat,"
she added, motioning to the adjacent
chair.  "The doctor said you should at least
rest a little before you take to roof
hopping again."
	"Doctor?"  Catwoman inquired.
	"Well, I wanted to make sure the
bullet that grazed you really didn't cause
any damaged,"  Batgirl explained.  "She
said the worse that you'd have is a little
headache."
	"I think I might question her
definition of little,"  Catwoman said with a
cautious smile as she took a fruit drink
from the tray and sat down opposite her
unexpected hostess. "Not to sound too
ungrateful, but why?"
	"Why all this you mean?"  Batgirl
asked, "Why this and not a holding cell at
police headquarters?"
	"Something like that," Catwoman
said as she took another bite of her
sandwich.
	"Well I guess the simple answer
would be that it's in very poor taste to
arrest someone who just saved your life,"
Batgirl said.
	"To be honest, I was there for the
girl,"  Catwoman replied.  "Saving your life
was just an accident of timing."
	"Well it was an accident that I'm
very grateful for,"  Batgirl said, her voice
quite sincere.
	"You're welcome,"  Catwoman smiled.
	"Curiosity makes me want to ask why
you were there in the first place?
	"Well to also give a simple answer,"
Catwoman replied. "The little girl's mother
and I grew up together.  She didn't trust
the Police to care about just another poor
kid.  I haven't seen her for years, but she
still knew how to get in touch with me."
	"I can appreciate friendship like
that,"  Batgirl said as she finished her own
sandwich.  "It says a lot about a person."
	"I guess I should ask about this
place,"  Catwoman asked as she indicated
the small studio apartment they were in.
"I'm assuming that this isn't where you
really live."
	"No, I guess you would call it a safe
house of sorts, just an place to use when
you need it."
	She wasn't about to explain that the
entire building was owned by a subsidy of
Wayne Enterprises and was one of a dozen
scattered around the city.  Batman had
given her the location of them a few years
ago to use as she saw fit.
	"I guess it serves,"  Catwoman
commented as she took a longer look at
her surroundings.  "Is this where you and
the Boy Wonder used to come and do the
nasty?" she laughed.
	The question caught Batgirl
completely off guard.  She'd almost
forgotten about their one brief prior
encounter during a robbery at the Gotham
Museum.  An encounter in which, among
other things, Catwoman had revealed
knowledge of what Batgirl had thought a
well kept secret.  Automatically her mind
flashed back to that night a few years
back.

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