Batgirl peered around the corner of the doorway to see Batman and Robin struggling in a large net, and a slim figure in a black jumpsuit running away. She jumped into the room anouncing herself "Stop right there!"
The figure stopped, but didn't turn around. "So, Egghead didn't finish you after all...what a ssshame..." she hissed.
Batgirl could tell who it was now "Catwoman!"
Catwoman quickly darted across the room and into a 'ladies only' dressing room.
Batgirl shook her head as she dropped to her knees to help the Dynamic Duo.
Robin: "Holy Cowardly Cat-Trap!" he blurted taking Batgirl's hand and crawling out.
"Pre...cisely Robin!" Batman grunted as Robin and Batgirl untangled the net from his cowl .
Robin pointed to the dressing room: "Quick Batman! She's getting away!"
Batman shook the net off: "Your right ol' chum,but I'm afraid...we can't follow her."
Robin: "Well, Holy Nonsensical Notion Batman...why not?!"
Batman: "Because, Boy Wonder...the sign reads 'Ladies ONLY dressing room: all Men must KEEP OUT' and as keepers of the law we are bound to it, or we're no different than the criminals we pursue."
Robin pounded his fist in his glove: "By golly your right Batman! What a dastardly move! The only way we could go in there is with our eyes closed."
Batgirl scoffed brushing past them both: "Hah, well I can go in there...and with my eyes wide open!" she went over to the door and grabbed the knob.
Batman: "Be careful Batgirl..."
Batgirl turned to him with a smile and a wink: "Says the man who was just rescued from a net. Don't worry, I can handle myself. Wait here, I'll call if I need you."
Batman heaved an upset sigh as she slowly turned the knob... "And the girl who was just pulled from a caviar vat..." he murmured under his breath.
Batgirl felt the knob stop. She pressed gently against the door, quietly entering the dressing room.
She scanned the room as she slipped inside, closing the door just as carefully as she opened it.
Glancing around she didn't see any exits. (Hah, she's trapped herself in here...little kitty didn't think this through. Then again, she must not have planned on me showing up! Sorry to disappoint you Catwoman, but now the hunter has become the prey. Now where could you be hiding?...) she thought remaining motionless, looking around the room intently and listening for any movement.
After a few moments she clenched her fists (Ohh, nevermind this game of hide-and-seek...I'm sure that's exactly what she wants...for me to look for her so she can pounce. Well, I'm not in the mood to play!) she raised her voice forcefully "Come out, come out wherever you are Catwoman!"
Just then Batgirl noticed a shadow flicker across the wall from the corner of her eye, making it's way behind her. (I knew she couldn't resist being called out...and she thinks she has the drop on me...) she thought standing still (Well, those tricks might work on a mouse, but a bat has wings!) with a quick spin she darted her gaze directly at Catwoman - crouching behind a dressing rack. (Who has the drop on who now?) she thought smiling confidently. Catwoman hissed standing up and taking something from her belt "Riiight heeeree!"
Quickly, Catwoman aimed the tiny spray bottle at Batgirl's face and misted her. Batgirl had just enough time to blink so it didn't get in her eyes. Catwoman laughed deviously as she placed the bottle back on her belt.
Batgirl shook her head and blinked again (I can still see. She must have thought that would make me blind as a bat, well she'll be in for a surprise!) she thought putting her fists up ready for attack, but Catwoman just stood there smiling . Confused, she placed her hands on her hips defiantly: "And just what was the meaning of that?"
Catwoman continued to smile deviously: "THAT Batgirl...is a new perrrrfume, I concocted it especially for yooou. What do you think?" she purred rubbing both hands down her skin tight black leather costume.
Batgirl sniffed lightly continuing to look at her quizzically: "The ones I wear are more fragrant...oh face it, you were just trying to distract me! Nice try, but it'll take more than that to-"
All of a sudden her mind went numb, she could feel herself falling, but couldn't stop it. (No! How could I have been so blind?! It's knock out spray! And it's very...potent...) she fell completely unconscious and started to tumble to the ground. Catwoman caught her before she could make a sound.
Outside, Batman and Robin remained by the door, listening for any signs of a struggle.
Robin whispers: "Gosh, she's been in there a while Batman...what do you think the hold up is?"
Batman: "Easy ol' chum...you know she would be upset if we went in there, implying she can't handle herself. Let's give it a few more minutes..."
[Meanwhile Catwoman's henchmen enter the dressing room through a hidden door. Picking up Batgirl, they leave with Catwoman to a secret hideout]
[Hours Later...]
"Mmmm..." Batgirl moaned slowly regaining contentiousness. The last thing she could remember was she was about to fall on the hard wood floor of the dressing room - but her head was lying on something soft, and furry. She sat up glancing down, realizing it was a tiger skin, then looked around at her new surroundings (Where am I? How did I get here? How long was I asleep?...) she thought still in a daze. Then almost simultaneously realized the predicament she was in, trying to move her hands and feet (Oohh right...tied up...of course. Ah well, let's see if I can just...slip free...hopefully...)
She wiggled her wrists and ankles, testing the bonds to see if they could be loosened. (Mmm-erhh...drat, whoever tied these knew what they were doing...cinching the knots together to make sure they wouldn't budge. Why does this always have to happen to me?) she sighed giving the ropes a frustrated tug.
With another sigh she leaned forward again, thinking (Come on Batgirl, you can do this!...Okay...what do I have to work with? At least there is some play in the rope...and I still have my utility belt...Yes, that's it!...) she thought squeezing her legs together (If I can pull this loop around my ankles up far enough, I can reach the Bat Razor in my belt...)
She tugged even harder now with a purpose, keeping her legs tightly squeezed. (...Mmmrgh...yes!...Almost...there...) she stretched out her fingers trying to open the flap on her belt.
Catwoman coyly entered the room, watching her struggle. She quietly stepped out in front of her and snapped: "And just what do you think your doing?!"
Batgirl quickly dropped her hands between her legs - looking up at her. She relaxed her shoulders trying not to look nervous: "What? I'm not allowed to stretch?...Catwoman, you of all people should understand the need to keep flexible - or else you'll cramp. Especially under such...constrictive circumstances..." she lifted her wrists poutfully showing how little she could move, and that her bonds were still tight.
"Rrrright..." Catwoman hissed. "I would be more worried about what is going to happen to me than cramps if I were you! I wasn't born yesterday my dear...I know exactly what you were going for, which is why I took the liberty of removing your Bat Razor and anything else you could use to escape from your utility belt! Your bound and helpless my dearrr...my henchmen made sure of that! Not even the caped crusader knows where you arrre. At last, your fate is in my clawsss." she purred delightfully tapping her fingertips together.
Batgirl swallowed as she felt a chill run up her spine. (Great...so, no gadgets, henchmen, and unloosen-able bonds...can this day get any worse? And what did she mean by 'going to happen to me?') Suddenly she had a sinking feeling, thinking back on times she helped apprehend Catwoman. She could tell she had a thing for Batman - but when he would reject her advances, she'd glare at Batgirl, as if it was because they were together. Now Catwoman had her in her clutches, and out of all the criminals that wanted to get rid of her, she would the most. Her confident composure began to slip. (She's defiantly planned this well...mmmph...seems she's covered every possible way to escape...and not like my feminine charm would persuade her to let me go...I guess I am really trapped...) she thought with a desperate sigh.
Batgirl took a deep breath: "...and what exactly do you plan to do with me?"
Catwoman purred delightfully seeing Batgirl's expression change to that of utter hopelessness. She stepped closer.
"I'm glad you finally realize your prrrrediciment...now I'm going to give you a choice, and if your smarrrrt, you can change what's about to happen to you!" she said looking coldly at Batgirl. "Ever since you, the Bat and the Bird had me put in Arkham Asylum...I've been plotting an escape, which as you can see met with masterful success..." she clicked her claws together with a smile "...all the while, I was also planing with my henchmen to steal the most valuable diamond in the world - tonight - while the city's in confusion!" she darted her gaze at Batgirl as she squirmed uncomfortably.
Catwoman leaned over her "Nowww...to be fair since you have no way out, I'm offering you a choice my dearrr...either stay here and be left to die, or come with me to take one of the most beautiful jewels you've ever seen! And as if I have to tell you - my plan won't fail - I've thought of everything..." she flicked her hair back smiling "So, what will it be? Not a very hard choice now is it? Die, or come with meee. Remember, I'm giving you a choice, even though I don't have to - so don't waste it!"
Batgirl looked down, wiggling her wrists she thought for a moment (Errmmph...she's testing me. If I say yes it would go against everything I stand for...) she continued to struggle, rubbing her ankles together (...but if I say no, mmmrph, there's no telling what trap she's made for me...she seems very confident it'll be my demise...) she glanced at the yellow bat symbol gleaming on her chest.
Sitting up straight she thought more clearly and confidently (I know what I have to do...I can't back down in the face of crime...) looking at Catwoman, she cleared her throat "...I knew the risks when I set out to protect this city...I'm not about to compromise my values to save my life..."
She took a deep breath, then glared at her "...especially to a sleazy, no good...witch like you! You give women a bad name!"
Catwoman stiffened as her brow furled with anger "Whaaat?!"
"You heard me!" she continued to shout "Trying to look sexy just so you can get what you want. Sure, I like to look good too, but at least I stand for something while doing it! What do you stand for? Nothing! When people see me, they see hope and justice. When people see you, they make sure their wallets not missing..."
Catwoman hissed angrily "Angora! Gag her! Crime fightresses should be seen and not heard!"
Angora marched around the corner and into the room, carrying a purple cloth. Batgirl gasped as she looked up at him; shocked by his sheer size, and not knowing what to do, she desperately turned and tried to roll away - though she knew it would be in vain.
As she expected, before she could he grabbed her shoulders firmly and held her tightly against his legs. "Eeehhh...no!...Errmmphhh..!" she protested shaking her head back and forth. Holding her back with one hand and using the other - he whipped out the cloth, running it quickly and smoothly across her face.
Then, pulling it tightly against her lips, he held her head still between his wrists while making a secure knot. Batgirl let out a few muffled cries as he cinched the gag in snugly. "Heh heh heh..." Angora chuckled, stroking her hair lightly as he stepped away.
"MMMMRrrrrr!..." Batgirl yelled into her gag, shaking her head in disgust. (Why the nerve!...If my hands weren't tied!...Errph!...) she gave Catwoman a frustrated look.
Catwoman glared back at her, with an even more crazy look in her eyes "There...that's all we'll hear of her nonsense! Manx! Set up the pattern cutter!"
Batgirl's heart skipped a beat for a moment (...Pattern cutter...? Does she really plan to...) her eyes widened as her heart resumed beating faster (...yes...and just when I thought this day couldn't get any worse...)
She glanced with horror across the room as Manx slid the pattern cutter into position.
"Urrrmmm!" she squealed with surprise as Angora scooped her up into his arms. She tilted her head towards him with pleading eyes, trying to get a look of sympathy - but he kept his cold gaze fixed on Catwoman for her next instruction.
Catwoman purred with delight as Angora brought her closer "Mmmm...yesss my dearrr..you'll be made into a perfect pinafore!"
"The type of garment no one will recognize you in or as!"
"If you'll pardon a final cutting remark."
