Love Potion #9

The self-confidence in her voice put Batman on guard. He hadn't survived all these years by taking things at face value. He didn't see any obvious weapons on her, but that didn't mean they weren't there. Or, there was always the possibility that she might be a meta-human.

"Allow me to introduce myself," she said as she closed the bag and let it fall to the floor, freeing both of her hands. "My name is Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love."

Standing five-nine with flowing blonde hair and a body as voluptuous as any of the Hollywood starlets Bruce Wayne had dated, the twenty-something woman certainly fit the physical description of the Greek goddess. Still, the man behind the mask thought it unlikely that a denizen of Olympus would need to steal diamonds.

"I can see that you don't believe in me," Aphrodite said, "but soon enough you will. And you shall serve me as all men shall serve me."

"I'd be happy to have the police physiologist discuss that with you," Batman said as he took a few steps closer, removing another set of Bat-cuffs from his utility belt, "after we take a little trip downtown."

"I think not," the beautiful young woman said, reaching into the folds of her gown and removing a small, crystal orb, a fragile thing reminiscent of a holiday ornament. "That you might understand, I give you my gift - the gift of love."

As soon as the woman produced what might indeed be a weapon, Batman made ready to deflect it. The action was instinctive and he was sure he could handle any threat.

With a powerful toss that would be the envy of any minor league pitcher, Aphrodite hurled the orb at Batman at a range that made it almost impossible for her to miss. The Cape Crusader was ready, using his cape to catch the fragile projectile and sending it hurdling to the far end of the room where it shattered harmlessly.

But Aphrodite seemed to have anticipated that move and no sooner had she tossed the first orb, a second was also on its way. There was no time for Batman to react and deflect it as he had the first.

Suddenly, from out of the shadows, came another dark form, racing across the room to a point half-way between Batman and Aphrodite. Determined to stop the second projectile, Batgirl used the only obstacle she had time to employ, her body itself.

The fragile crystal exploded against her chest, releasing an expanding mist of sweet smelling gas. The sudden cloud caught Batgirl by surprise and while it dissipated almost immediately, she couldn't help but breath in a large amount of it.

Batman raced forward to aid Batgirl, cursing himself for not anticipating the second attack. In the heartbeats it took to reach her, she had already lost consciousness and dropped to the floor. Her vitals were still good, giving hope that the orb had contained little more than a knock out gas. Effective but otherwise harmless.

"Oh what a shame, I do seem to have hit the wrong Bat," Aphrodite giggled. "Still, this should prove interesting as well. It's a pity I can't stay around to watch."

With that, Aphrodite was gone, vanished down the hall and out of sight. There was little chance, Batman knew, of the Gotham Police surrounding the building catching her. But that didn't worry him, she would be back, they always were. There would be another chance to take her down. Meanwhile, he needed to get Batgirl out of here before the Chief's men filled the building.

Disabling the electrical field around the lower floors, Batman directed the Batmobile by remote control to the side door in the alley. He radioed Chief O'Hara where he could find the goddess of love's minions and then carried Batgirl off to the side entrance.

A hospital would raise too many questions so he headed instead to the Crime Alley clinic run by Dr. Leslie Tompkins. Better equipped than the emergency rooms of most hospitals, thanks to generous grants by the Wayne Foundation, the founder of the facility was a close personal friend of both Bruce Wayne and Batman. It was the friendship of the later that insured that all of the high priced equipment that filled the clinic, stayed there.

-=-=-=-

"I think your preliminary conclusion about the compound being some sort of highly concentrated knock out gas looks to be pretty much on the money," Dr. Tompkins announced as she finished her examination of Batgirl. "Still, there are a few elements in it that I can't yet identify and there's no telling what their effects might be."

"It there any chance that they might be fatal?" Batman asked.

"I don't think so, but you can never tell with an x-factor," Leslie continued. "While it might not be toxic in and of itself, it could have side effects on the body might prove hazardous."

"So what would you recommend?"

"Well her vitals are quite strong and getting more so by the minute so there doesn't appear to any danger in moving her," the older woman said as she stripped off her rubber gloves and dropped them into a waste pail. "I would just keep her comfortable and she should wake up in a few hours."

"Thank you, Doctor," Batman smiled, relieved that his error hadn't had fatal results.

"If there is any change in her condition, well you know how to reach me," Leslie said as she held up a small, powerful radio-transmitter from her bag. "I must remember to thank Mr. Wayne for this and the latest batch of medical supplies that he sent over. I don't know why he does it, but I am forever grateful."

"You never know why a man like Bruce Wayne does anything," Batman replied, "but I'm sure he knows what good work you do here for people that have no where else to go."

As he carried Batgirl back to the car, Batman wished he could tell Leslie Tompkins why Bruce Wayne had become the patron saint of her clinic. On the night Thomas and Martha Wayne had been murdered, on a block not too far from here, it had been a much younger Doctor Leslie Tompkins who had held an even younger Bruce Wayne and tried to make the pain go away. The pain never did, and had led to the birth of Batman. But he had never forgotten his debt to Leslie Tompkins for trying.

With the two of them still in costume, taking Batgirl back to her own apartment didn't seem like a good idea. For the same reasons, Bruce Wayne's apartment in the city was also out. There was an available solution fortunately.

Using third and sometimes fourth parties as cover, Batman, as Bruce Wayne, had begun buying up small properties in and around Gotham. The idea was to create a series of safe houses he, or his associates, could use when the need arose. The closest of which, he remembered, was only a quarter mile away.

Parking the Batmobile behind a false wall in the basement garage, Batman took the still unconscious Batgirl down to the basement apartment by a back staircase. It was only a small two room apartment with minimal furnishings, but it was all they needed. Laying Batgirl out on the single bed, he turned to the kitchenette to make some coffee.

Removing his cape, cowl and gauntlets to make himself more comfortable, Batman also removed the same from Batgirl, in addition to her boots and utility belt. According to the good doctor, she should regain consciousness shortly and when she did, the two of them had a lot to talk about.

Almost as if on schedule, a low moan spilled from Batgirl's lips a few minutes later, signaling her return to consciousness. Sitting up on the bed, she brought her hand up to her head to stop the room from spinning.

"I can only hope whoever hit me feels even worse," Batgirl said as she steadied herself.

"I'm afraid the person who hit you got away," Batman replied, keeping his distance while she got her bearings, "but if it's any consolation, what hit you was meant for me and you kept that from happening."

"Now I remember, the Diamond Exchange and Aphrodite," Batgirl said as the room finally came into focus.

"Here, have some coffee, it should help," Batman said as he held out a cup.

Looking up at the Caped Crusader, Batgirl saw instead the face of her date from the library dinner. Then she realized that she too was unmasked.

"Bruce Wayne, now I remember," Barbara said as her mind shifted into her real identity mode. "The face behind the mask."

"Barbara Gordon," Bruce replied, "and I might say the same about you."

"Boy, I guess the laugh's really on me," Barbara said as she sipped at the coffee. "And here I thought Bruce Wayne's big secret might've been that he was a little light on the loafers."

"Not quite," Bruce replied as he finished up his own cup.

"Might I ask where I am?" Barbara asked as she took in her surroundings.

Bruce quickly explained where she was and the results of the examination Doctor Tompkins have given her. Their best course of action, he suggested, was to wait out the night and make sure there weren't any side effects from the gas.

"Sounds good to me, cause I don't think I'm up to going anywhere right now," Barbara agreed. "You wouldn't happen to have any change of clothes here would you, I left my dress back at the library and this costume is getting a little warm."

"That I can help you with," Bruce smiled. "The other room is actually a walk in closet with a large selection of clothes, including female attire. I'm sure some if it is in your size."

"You think of everything, don't you?" Barbara said as she got up on her feet and after a moment's hesitation, went off to the other room in search of a change of clothing.

Thankful that Barbara seemed perfectly normal, Bruce poured himself another cup of coffee. Gotham would have to do without Batman for the rest of the night.

Inside the walk in closet, Barbara was amazed at the wide selection of women's clothes she found there. There were a number of outfits her size, ranging from simple sweats to an expensive dinner dress. There was even a collection of suitable undergarments.

"Some how I don't think I'll ever have a wardrobe like this," she thought as she held the dinner dress up between her and the full length mirror on the far wall. "I bet this dress costs more than I make in a month."

Putting the dress back in place, Barbara was about to try something simpler when she suddenly felt a lot warmer than before. No, not just warmer, she was actually hot enough that sweat had begun to run down her back inside the insulated batsuit. Frantically she worked her way out of it, stripping away even the sports bra and cotton panties that she wore beneath.

Not even that helped as she was still burning up. The room around Barbara began to spin and she had to grab hold of one of the clothing racks just to keep her balance. Realizing that something was very wrong, the unmasked Batgirl opened her mouth to call out for help.

Then, just as abruptly, her suddenly warmth faded and the room came back into focus. Nothing was wrong, she told herself as her brain brushed away the temporary cloudiness. No, for the first time in a very long time, something was very right.

-=-=-=-

"That's right, Alfred, I'll be staying at the Kane Street apartment tonight so cancel anything Bruce Wayne has scheduled for the early morning," Batman said into the phone's receiver, confident that the attached scrabbling device made it impossible for him to be overheard. "If anyone asks a reason why, just tell them that Mr. Wayne had a very late evening and let them use their imaginations from there."

As he hung up the phone, Batman was sure their imagined reasons were certainly going to be a lot more interesting than the reality. Having Batgirl revealed as Barbara Gordon had certainly taken the sails out of his own fantasies as far as the Darknight Damsel had been concerned. A pity really, he thought, as his own imaginings about her had been entertaining to say the least.

Soft footsteps to his left alerted him to Barbara's return and he instantly put such musings from his mind. Little realizing that said reflections paled next to those now filling his counterpart's thoughts.

"Barbara, I..." Batman started to say, only to have his words end in mid-breath. Few where the times in his life that Bruce Wayne had been struck speechless, but this was certainly one of them.

"Is that a batarang in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" Barbara asked as she stepped out into the center of the room.

The corny comment might've brought a load groan even from the pun-filled Boy Wonder, assuming of course that he too hadn't been stuck dumb by the sudden appearance of the red haired crimefighter. After all, it wasn't every day that Batgirl walked in on you wearing nothing other than that with which she'd come into this world.

It was fair to say that Bruce Wayne had seen more than his fair share of naked women in his life, a disproportionate amount of which would fall into the highest standards of beauty. Yet, few of them, he was readily willing to admit, came close to the vision now only a few feet in front of him. Part of the reason, he would later realize if he had the time, or inclination to analyze the situation, was because he'd never really seen the woman before. When he looked at Barbara Gordon, he'd always saw the Commissioner's daughter or the dutiful Librarian - never just the woman.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Bruce had forever fixed the image of Barbara as that of the skinny teenage girl who had spied on him and her father when they held late night consultations in the privacy of the Commissioner's apartment. An image that had been reinforced many times by the highly conservative wardrobe she normally wore on the job. He'd ignored his own theory which he applied in the case of Bruce Wayne that the right clothes sometimes hid much more than they displayed.

In the years since Barbara had been that teenager hiding in the wings, she had spent as much time in the gym as she had in the classroom. The end result being a body as finely toned as her mind. A lean, muscular athletic form that perfectly blended in with a pair of soft, firm breasts. Not exceedingly large, they were nevertheless perfectly symmetrical with the rest of her body and capped by thick, pert nipples that had already sprung to life. Down between her legs rested a carefully trimmed red mound, the cherished prize that so many admirers, who saw her with clear eyes, had long lusted after.

"Catwoman got your tongue?" Barbara asked as she closed the few feet between them and wrapped her arms around the startled Batman's neck. "Well let's just see if I can't find it for you." she added as she brought her mouth to his and kissed him passionately.

She did indeed find his tongue as her own wrapped around it, probing deep into his mouth, pressing her naked body against his. Bruce couldn't help but respond to her kiss, even though he knew it was wrong to do so.

But right and wrong didn't seem so absolute at the moment as Batman too experienced a reaction similar to that which had affected Batgirl in the other room. His own exposure to Aphrodite's orb had been peripheral at best, but evidently it had been just enough to lower his own inhibitions.

Inhibitions that washed away with the tides of Barbara's lust as she grabbed his cock through his costume and squeezed it tightly.

"I guess happy to see me wins out after all," Barbara laughed as she undid the clasp of his utility belt, dropping it to the floor.

Trying one last time to fight the urges that threatened to overwhelm him, Batman didn't have the strength to resist as Barbara removed the lower half of his costume. Her hands closed once more against the large bulge in his black briefs, rubbing her fingers against its hardness.

"What do we have here?" she grinned as her fingers took hold of the waistband and she pulled down his underwear. "The famous bat-cock no doubt."

Whatever last vestiges of self-control Batman might've been trying to hold on to faded at that point. Literally blow away as Batgirl closed her mouth around his cock and took it deep inside of her.

"Mmmmm," she groaned in appreciation as her tongue swirled around his thickness.

The bat-cock as she had named it was not exactly porn star material, but neither was it anything for Bruce to be ashamed of. It was exactly what you would've expected to find on a man of his build. A build that she had long time noted, bordered on perfection.

"Oh God, Barbara..." Bruce moaned loudly as he totally gave in to his long held fantasies.

What was it had he compared the woman on her knees in front of him to, the Caped Crusader's normally razor sharp brain tried to recall. Oh yes, an ice princess he finally remembered. How long ago that had seemed, and how wrong he had been.

With a skill that rivaled some of the most uninhibited starlets in Hollywood, many of whom at one time or another found themselves on Bruce Wayne's arm or his bed, Barbara Gordon forever dispelled that hated sobriquet.

His resolve now totally gone, Batman felt his legs grow weak as Batgirl slid his cock in and out of her mouth, her tongue sliding back and forth along his length. At the same time, her fingers gently massaged his balls, adding to the pleasures rocking his body. Every once in a while, she would let his cock slip from her mouth and move down below to his balls , kissing them and taking one at a time into her mouth. Then she would work her way up again and swallow him once more.

Fueled by the potent mix of his long secret fantasies and Aphrodite's drug, not to mention Barbara's consummate skill at fellatio, Bruce quickly bordered on the edge of orgasm. A state Batgirl was quick to recognize. She took him even deeper into her mouth, increasing her ministrations as she did.

"Barbara... I..." the Darknight managed to gasp just before his cock exploded between her lips, filling her with his climax.

A climax she drained every last vestige of as Batgirl refused to relinquish her hold on him until he was totally spent and began to soften. Even then, she was disappointed to let him go.

Rising to her feet, Barbara kissed him again. A deep kiss that Bruce didn't hesitate to return. Whatever the circumstances, that had been the best blow job of his life.

His pants still down around his ankles, the Caped Crusader held his naked counterpart in his arms for what seemed the longest time, but in reality had been a little more than a minute. Yet in that minute, a change had occurred in him that was impossible not to notice. He no longer felt the effects of the drug. Somehow, the intensity of his orgasm had burned it out of him.

The question then presented itself, would an orgasm have the same effect on Batgirl? After all, she had received a much more concentrated dose of Aphrodite's love potion. Perhaps it might be better, he thought now that his head was clearing, to get her back to Doctor Tompkins so that they could run more biochemical tests on her. Logically, that would be the best course of action, but unfortunately, logic was the last on Batgirl's mind.

"Barbara, we have to get you back to the doctor," Bruce said in an intense voice as he tried to get through to her. "We need to work up an antidote to the drug in your system."

"Don't want an antidote," Batgirl purred in a voice Batman found too similar to that of Catwoman not to be affected by it, "wanna fuck... I wanna fuck you! I've wanted to fuck you since I was a teenager."

As tempting as the offer was, even under the circumstances, Batman knew that it wasn't one he could act on. No, he had to get Batgirl to medical help. The question remained, however, how was he going to do it?

There was no telling what affect any additional drugs might have on her system, so hitting her with the bat-spray was out of the question. As was physical force because as sure as he was that he could overpower her under normal circumstances, these were anything but normal.

The only solution, it finally seemed to him, was to do exactly what she wanted and hope for the best. What Bruce didn't realize at the time was that even though he had bested the primary effect of the drug, enough of it was still in his system to influence his judgment.