A Bat-full Night (Wave and mainsnoires)

[WaveVelour]

A lithe figure ran on top of the semi-tall buildings in the city, jumping from roof to roof in yet another shady night in Gotham. Although she too carried the feared insignia of a bat, feminine features of her silhouette distinguished the young heroine from her more experienced, and admittedly more imposing, counterpart. Moving in a little blur through shadows, the young crime fighter’s agility made up for what she lacked in physical strength. Using a combination of the element of surprise and utilization of gadgets, she had managed to bring down targets much bigger than herself in her promising vigilante career. Especially when she was trained by the best, the girl had proven herself to be a fierce opponent against the wicked. Admittedly, the female member of the bat family wasn’t feared as much as the big bat himself, but underestimation was a weakness she had learned to expose within her foes whenever she had to face the lowly criminals dwelled across the city.

Dark blue uniform she wore hugged the heroine’s fit form, defining the contour of her body very well even at night. From her shapely bust to her cute rear, the close-fitting uniform covered all of her gentle body, while a pointy cowl concealed her surprising identity as the daughter of the police commissioner, a mystery she very much preferred to keep a secret. Barbara was a smart woman on her mettle, albeit still being relatively new in the crime fighting business in comparison to some of the veterans in the field.

Similar to the orange strands of hair that rained down out of her mask, her short cape streamed behind the young woman as Barbara followed the little beeps of the small electronic gizmo she carried with her. It was a routine patrol duty what made the geeky heroine race under moonlight. She had just suffered through a serious injury. After her recovery, the young crime fighter was glad to be back on the streets once again. Mentally returning to normal was a bigger challenge for the up and coming heroine than anything physical. Her vigilante family trusted her though. Trusted that everything was going to be alright and the young heroine would return to her glorified crime fighting days. Just as before. Once she had recovered from her crippling injury, the geeky redhead kept telling herself to forget about the recent past, the depressing days she spend in a wheelchair. Now, almost everything was back to normal, as it should have been. The charming heroine still had to train hard to be her former self again. Whether she admitted it or not, this year hadn’t been easy on the girl. It weakened her senses, demolished her confidence, reduced her strength. It had even fattened her fit bottom a little, yet another reason for the redhead to get back to running and hopping.

The last rooftop the redheaded heroine leaped onto acted as a vantage point as the young vigilante eyed the abandoned factory and the empty streets below. She was located in a corrupted part of the city, somewhere even police would think twice before paying a visit. Despite not doing any crime fighting tonight, she already looked somewhat tired. Unlike before, her little venturing had left the girl panting this time as she gasped audibly. While trying to catch her breath, the heroine was also trying to banish the concerning thoughts out of her mind. The worrying idea of that she might not have been yet ready to wear the cape again. The anxiety was troubling, and also distracting. Being a sneaky ninja, doing things the quiet way, was more important than ever.

This was supposed to be a reconnaissance mission, scouting around to find clues about the missing politician. Barbara had hacked the police network to solve the mystery of his whereabouts. From the rooftop, her inspective gaze swept across the abandoned building in the distance. Finally locating a broken window on the top floor, she aimed her grapple gun and blasted it off to make a thin bridge of sturdy wire. The brave heroine crawled across the steel cord and sneaked into the desolate factory through the window. Once her boots touched the worn flooring boards, an accomplished smile stretched her lips. “Still got it.”

 

[mainsnoires]

Who: Roman Sionis/The Black Mask {NPCs: Congressman Gilly, thugs}
Where: Abandoned building in Gotham
When: 04/09/2020, 10:00 pm


<Two hours ago>
It was not a matter of number, but the fear one inspire that could make such a plan work.
Roman Sionis was not only an actor capable to wear the mask representing a skull, to alter his voice and change his attitude, he was also skilled in the way of the fight and of manipulating all sorts of weaponry.
To these physical traits, if one added a certain dose of madness and an infinite sense of superiority, the Black Mask portrayed a figure of terror within Gotham, for both the criminals and the citizens.
However, this was not sufficient for him.
The Black Mask and his allies, needed to make a stand, and assert a position as the leading criminal organization of the city. And if Roman succeeded in this task, his ambition would be limitless and his organization could spread throughout the country.


“The plan is simple.” said the Black Mask to a crew of five of his men, “Congressman Byron Gilly is an old pervert. He is cheating on his wife, and he is terribly attracted to the young women of his office. I have collected enough evidences to put him behind bars, break his family and career. So, we’re going to have a little chat with him, and convince him to distill my words into the Mayor’s ears.”

Roman adjusted the white suit he was wearing, so that it would better fit on his frame. He bent his head on the side, making a few vertebrae crack.

Within the van, the criminal Lord and his crew felt compressed. They were parked a few blocks away from the Congressman’s house, and they were eager to jump out of the vehicle to perpetrate the attack. The van was entirely black, with no license plates, and will be considered suspicious after a while. So the Black Mask and his squad had anticipated the moment to “pick up” the Congressman: at night, at the moment when Gilly would head back home.

A loud thump echoed within the back of the van, where Roman was waiting. The van’s driver was knocking with his fist against the sliding door of the van. He had left his driving seat to get outside, which meant….Roman heard the voice saying :

“He’s here.”

<Now>



Byron Gilly was quite aged. He did not oppose any resistance, nor screamed, when the Black Mask and his crew captured him. A dark hood had been placed over his face, his hands had been cuffed in his back, and the congressman had been literally lifted up and carried away.

The kidnapping had been unnoticed. And it was meant to be that way, until the Black Mask would communicate in the medias.

Within the last floor of a remote building, everything was staged for broadcasting the kidnapping. Cameras, lights, computers were on the ready. In the center of the largest room of that floor, the Black Mask was walking in circle like a wild animal, moving around the chair where the congressman Gilly was bound. The hood covering the hostage’s face had not been removed, and one could see the politician panting, heavily breathing, and trembling under the menace. Each of Roman’s word, screamed directly at the face of the captive, was accompanied by the shaking of fear of the Congressman.

What infuriated the Black Mask was the fact that, incredibly enough, Congressman Gilly was not receptive to the blackmail.

“Fine. We’ll broadcast the torture and the images of your cheating tonight then, Congressman…and in return, I’ll have both your career destroyed, and fear hitting Gotham city like a shockwave. After all, if you refuse to follow my orders in exchange of the evidences of your misbehavior…I will still use you, in a more brutal way.”

It was in the silence that followed his statement, that the criminal Lord noticed the humming sound of a cell phone, emerging from the inner pocket of the Congressman.

He turned around and addressed the thug who was there with him. The 5 men constituting the rest of his squad were patrolling around the abandoned building, or in the lower floors.

“This man has been searched.” Roman asked.

“Yes, Black Mask”.

“Thoroughly.”

“Yes, we deactivated his cellphone and....”

“Who did this ?” Roman asked.

“Me, sir.”

Roman marched on the man, and placed his hands on the side of the thug's skull, then he sent him an impressive head-butt. The attack surprised the Black Mask lackey, who fell hard on his back, unconscious, his nose broken, bleeding.

Roman walked back at the Congressman, searched him again, and removed the second cell phone, Gilly has been hiding. The Black Mask crushed it within his hands.

They were probably tracked down by the authorities, if not discovered already.

 

[WaveVelour]

Increased beeping of the woman’s tracking device abruptly stopped, the little red dot on its screen fading out. Something must have been interrupting the signal of the captive congressman’s phone. Or it might have been found by his aggressors. If the latter was true, Barbara had to act quickly. None of Gotham’s politicians were clean as a whistle. Well, one of them used to be, until half of him turned evil. She knew some of them personally through her father. Although the ginger heroine couldn’t be considered very fond of Gotham’s polluted politics, and its players, she would still do her best to ensure their safety. This included congressman Gilly, a man whose perversion was unknown to the redheaded heroine. The kidnapping still fresh, there hadn’t been much time to thoroughly investigate the victim’s background. Since he was still alive, it wasn’t hard to guess that the lowly criminals had some use for the guy.

Light weight of her lithe form didn’t make as much noise as the heavy footsteps of the villain’s henchmen. The redhead could hear the distinct thuds as the members of Black Mask’s gang walked about in adjacent rooms and halls. It was hardly the only gang to terrorize Gotham. Gotham certainly didn’t display a lack of twisted villains. There were several criminal groups that operated across the city, not only fighting with the law enforcers, but against each other as well in a vicious dance of chaos, each having a different, but equally warped motivation. Barbara was yet to know which crime boss was behind Byron’s kidnapping. Her big, green eyes wide open, she slowly walked out of the room. This wasn’t her first time fighting crime, and it wasn’t mere luck that she found herself behind a goon that walked along the corridor.

A little bat’s presence in the old building was still unknown. While facing opponents almost twice her size, it was the biggest advantage she had, something she was trained to use. When only a few steps separated the young woman from her target, she called out to him from behind. “Hey, handsome.” Barbara whispered.

“Huh?” Before the man could turn around, a precise kick from the agile heroine aimed at behind his knees made him kneel. And another to his neck put him to sleep. Barbara quickly dragged him into an empty room. She didn’t know how many more gang members the desolate building housed, but assumed she didn’t have time to take all of them down. No, before it was too late, the young crime fighter had to free the kidnapped politician. Following the bright light that leaked into the hall led the brave heroine to a doorway. As she carefully peeped inside, Barbara’s vivid eyes indeed located the distressed congressman. He was bound, in front of cameras. Catching a glimpse of Black Mask and his goon as well, the woman quickly pulled her head back and leaned against the wall outside the large room. “What is this?..” She questioned the setup.

“You!” A voice barked down the corridor, when a henchman spotted her, his voice loud and alarming. She reflexively drew a gadget from her multifunctional belt and threw it at the man. The dark batarang cut through the air, abd slammed against his head with enough momentum to put the man down.

 

[mainsnoires]

Who: Roman Sionis/The Black Mask {NPCs: Congressman Gilly, thugs}
Where: Abandoned building in Gotham
When: 04/09/2020, 10:00 pm


The Black Mask only recruited the best. Most of the thugs he commanded have perpetrated atrocious acts in Gotham, in exchange of the right amount of money.

They were well trained, obedient and had gained weapon proficiency throughout various undercover missions he -the Black Mask- assigned them.
Thus, the lack of rigor Roman’s men deployed during the kidnapping of Congressman Gilly was infuriating the crime Lord.

What Roman despised most, was when his men were being sloppy, because their attitude could affect the Black Mask’s reputation. And Roman could not tolerate that his aura, as a crime Lord, could be tainted by the lack of intelligence of his own crew.

“I’m going to kill you…” Roman growled at his own lackey, unconscious at his feet, his face, hidden by a dark hood, swollen, and his nose heavily bleeding.

“No…no…please.” Byron Gilly said.

The congressman could not see the events unfolding within the large room, equipped with “sound and lights”, but he had heard the discussion between Roman and his man, and he had felt the Black Mask searching -and finding- his cell phone.

“Don’t hurt me…” the congressman added trembling.

Roman turned around and looked at the Gotham politician.
Things could finally turn out well.

“YOU !”.

That was the voice of one of Roman’s thug calling someone out.
The Black Mask was suddenly facing one door of the large room he and the congressman were located into. The door was slowly moving on its hinges, and from the corridor connected to that door, Roman heard a loud thump.

The Black Mask was quick to connect the dots, and understood what was happening. An intruder was there.

---

“YOU !”.
Despite all the precautions the Black Mask was placing into the selection of his crew, despite the handguns they were equipped with…she had been too fast.

The hooded thug was standing in the distance, at the other end of the corridor, but from where he was, he had easily noticed who was looking past the opened door, at the Black Mask and the congressman.
The feminine silhouette, the curves, the red-hair, and the mask in the shape of a bat left no doubt as to the identity of the vigilante trying to interfere.

“Bat-..UNGH !”

The batarang flew in the air at high speed, spinning, and connecting with the henchman’s forehead. Although it was dark within the corridor, the poor dim light was enough for the heroine to precisely hit the thug’s head.

He collapsed like a puppet whose strings had been cut off, noisily, his handgun bouncing on the floor.

---

Roman Sionis, the Black Mask, did not hesitate as to what his next move should be. It was evident that someone had found his little lair, and that the intruder was right behind the door. It was also evident from the silence following the loud sound of a corpse collapsing to the ground, that the intruder had defeated the Black Mask’s henchman.

Roman approached silently from the door, half opened, and still slowly moving. In an ample gesture, he opened the white vest he was wearing, revealing underneath an arsenal of weapons held by holsters.

A hand grenade, resembling to a small round ball, appeared in his hand. A flash grenade.
Roman motioned so that the grenade would roll in the direction of the door, enter the corridor, and detonate in an intense explosion of light.

To avoid being blinded by the weapon he just used, Roman placed his back on the wall, right next to the door close to where the Batgirl was standing.
As soon as the flash of light would decrease, the Black Mask would enter the corridor and jump on the intruder.

 

[WaveVelour]

Good news was, Barbara had seemingly found the missing congressman, and bad news was about her blown cover in the old building. Thanks to the henchman’s sonorous shout, everyone under the same roof as the geeky heroine must have known about her presence among the group of gangsters. An inconvenience for sure, however not the worst situation she had ever faced at the same time. Moreover, it was also nice to know that her reflexes were still in place. After the blunt hit of her throwing weapon, Barbara watched the man fell down, her heightened senses putting the time around her into a slower pace. Despite her accurate shot at the goon, the heroine gave a sigh of disappointment as she was hoping for a more stealthy operation. “You idiot…” The woman scolded the fainted man for making her job more difficult. Her soft hips pressing against the cold wall behind her, she called out to the frightened congressman. “Don’t worry Mr. Gilly! I’m here to save you!” Since Black Mask had already been made aware of her existence, the redhead exclaimed so that the captive could hear her from the large room he was held.

Like every other mob boss in Gotham, Black Mask too had distinct traits unique to himself. It was almost impossible to mistake him for another lowly criminal. Perhaps not in a direct confrontation like she was about to have now, but Barbara had dealt with this particular villain before. Or rather, she interrupted his businesses in criminal underworld on a few occasions by neutralizing members of his gang. He was a dangerous threat to the whole city. And whatever Roman had been hoping to accomplish by kidnapping a congressman, it couldn’t have been good. No, he must be stopped tonight. “Give up Black Mask. It’s over.” Barbara claimed, her feminine voice coming out less threatening than the big bat himself. Albeit lacking the same experience he had, the redhead was another gifted crime fighter in the business. No matter how she looked from outside, the nimble heroine was no longer Barbara when she wore her costume.

As a response to the woman’s call, the well-dressed criminal tossed a grenade. The round object bounced off against the floor and rolled at Barbara’s boots. She of course wasn’t expecting him to surrender quietly and was ready for an inevitable hustle. Expert in various weapons, he was no different than a walking armory. “Oh, snap…” The geeky heroine kicked the grenade off the ground. Her cape was shorter than what the boss draped over his broad shoulders, but still had some practical uses. Barbara reached back and held the edge of her cape, shielding herself from an imminent explosion. Gladly, no fiery explosion burst in the corridor. Still, the bright light it produced bounced off of the ceiling and surrounding walls and found itself into the redhead’s expressive green eyes. A radiant white curtain blinded the gifted heroine, obscuring anything in her attentive sight. “Gah!” Barbara let out a snort of frustration.

Having mastered the art of jiu jitsu, the nimble woman’s reflexes got to work upon the villain’s charge without she even thinking about it. She was good at using her opponents’ aggression against them, and that was what she did here as well. Two gloved hands quickly grasped the lapels of Roman’s white jacket. Lying on her back, she placed a boot on the man’s belly, tossing the man to the back like a wheel. “Told ya.” Although the brave heroine quipped, a cold dread had begun to fill her as she stood up. Her vision was still lost to a white flash, her ears ringing. Not the best circumstances while facing a skillful mob boss, if he had gone for another strike.

 

[mainsnoires]

Who: Roman Sionis/The Black Mask
Where: Abandoned building in Gotham
When: 04/09/2020, 10:00 pm

How dare she…Roman thought.

Beneath his mask, Roman’s eyes opened wide. It was the sign that he would not be able to contain his rage much more.
This operation had gone in a direction the Black Mask barely controlled at this point. Any other normal criminal would runaway, cursing at the thugs or goons he “employed” for their incompetence.
But he would not bow down.

Roman had analyzed quickly the situation, maybe too quickly, because of this anger running in his veins. The intruder he was about to confront was a young woman. She sounded quite confident as she voiced out the fact she was there to help the congressman Gilly. And more important, she knew him…and was not afraid to try to stop him.

She was either extremely confident, or a fool…

Roman stepped into the corridor, and spotted the costumed young woman.
Red-haired, she was draped in a cape and a wore a dark uniform fitting perfectly her frame. It was even revealing for her curves.

Batgirl.

Oh Shit, Roman thought as he jumped on her.

His gloved hands were aimed at grabbing the heroine’s own wrists, but his approach had failed quite miserably.
Although the flash grenade had detonated, she seemed to be barely feeling its effect. She had been ready to counter his attack, and without much effort, had leaned on the ground, literally forcing Roman to fall forward, on her. The boots of the heroine landed against his chest, making the Black Mask growl in pain, and as she pushed on his frame, Roman flew over her, spinning in the air and landed hard on his back, in the corridor.

He bounced on the floor, his frame rolling away from Batgirl, until he came to an halt close to the henchman she had knocked out previously.

“Told ya.” she mocked.

Roman smiled, pushing on his hands to slowly stand up.
The crime lord was pretty sure that the congressman Gilly, was hoping for the heroine to succeed, and was feeling some relief. But again, he would not retreat. On the contrary. The heroine's attempt was motivating him to great extend.

He straightened and, once standing back on his feet, allowed his eyes to linger on the heroine. He could not underestimate her again. While he considered her as dangerous as the Batman, he had a few tricks up his sleeve that could definitely turn this night into a victory to remember.

“You overestimate your skills, woman.”

Roman approached quickly from the young heroine, until his pace turned into a run.
While moving, his right hand moved in his back, and a telescopic stun-club unfolded in one ample move.

He took a jump, and placed one feet against the wall of the corridor, using it as leverage to leap higher, above Batgirl. His right arm described an arch, from up to down.
The telescopic club was aimed at her head, in an attempt to connect with her skull, protected by her bat-shaped reinforced mask.

Should she block it, or should it connect with her frame, Roman would press the button at the base of the club to deliver an intense electric current.

Her only chance of escape, was to avoid the blow, and thus be cornered by the Black Mask.

 

[WaveVelour]

The recognizable bat mask the heroine wore concealed her real identity, although didn’t cover the expressive big eyes of the redhead. It was more practical this way, albeit offering less protection. No fabric or goggles to filter the brightness of the grenade, she had been affected by its sudden flash. She knew how to fight in dark, and now had to adjust herself for a battle in white before the bomb’s influence wore off. Thankfully, her menacing opponent didn’t rush for an instant attack, instead getting up to his feet in a slow, but confident pace. Her pupils shrank, it better brought the green of her eyes forward. In the corridor, Barbara raised her clenched fists, taking a defensive stance against the imposing crime lord. Her lithe figure lacked the same level of fright factor her criminal counterpart had. However, that usually had been the case throughout her vigilante career.

Not being in peak of her strength, not after the serious injury she had recently shaken off, an overestimation of her capabilities didn’t exactly summarize her inner thoughts about herself. On the contrary, she was counting that her quick-tempered enemy would underestimate what she could accomplish in her hero persona. Although it could very well back fire, annoying her dangerous foe, fanning the flames of his rage to separate his mind from well-thought tactics was her strategy tonight. Despite all, Barbara was still an athletic woman, just not very sturdy. Her best option was to immobilize her opponent before the fight turned into a race of solidity. And she could guess the villain had more men in the building still roaming about healthily. In a mission what started as a regular patrol, she was not supposed to engage in a direct confrontation, so no backup was on the way as well.

“Maybe I should?” The geeky heroine responded. “I mean, I’m facing a gang who kidnaps old politicians.” Barbara claimed. The young woman had a point as well, going after such an easy target wasn’t nearly as difficult as robbing a bank or fighting off the half-corrupt police force of the gothic city. Fortunately, Roman’s black gloves, black mask and dark weapon of choice had a sharp contrast next to his white suit, making it easier to track the man’s moves in her dazzled state. Still, she wasn’t able to make out the sway of his club fast enough. No time to dodge the attack in a fancy display of her agility, the woman quickly raised one of her arms up in the air instead, cursing that her costume didn’t have the same ninja-like ridges on the big bat’s gloves. The man’s blunt weapon hit her arm hard, pushing it down before coming to a stop. At least, it was better than having the club slamming against her charming face. The unpleasant feel of pain lifted her cheeks up, ripping a sharp grunt out of her lips.

The sting in her arm still fresh, a sharper wave of pain swept the heroine shapely body. The electrical shock travelled across her form instantly, however its bitter bite lingered on. “A-hah!” The redhead exclaimed in a flash of agony, almost feeling the sudden shockwave in her bones even through the protection of her costume. The stream of energy jumped into her utility belt, instantly frying her electronical tracking device attached to it and producing a few bright sparks. Her free hand still shaking, she dropped a small ball from her golden belt. The round pellet quickly released a cloud of fog. Some of it found its way into the redhead’s lungs, however it was worth it. Coughing, Barbara rushed through the nearest door in the corridor. The room she found herself in only had one entrance though, and she was in a bad shape. Certainly not good enough to defend herself from another attack from the masked crime lord.

 

[mainsnoires]

Who: Roman Sionis/The Black Mask
Where: Abandoned building in Gotham
When: 04/09/2020, 10:20 pm


The crime lord landed right in front of Batgirl, and used the telescopic club with impressive speed and strength to hit the cowled-heroine.
Satisfaction was painted on Roman’s face, underneath his mask, when the contact was made against the red-haired woman’s arm. As soon as the heroine blocked the club, Black Mask pressed the button at the base of the weapon.

She had kept mocking him :
“Maybe I should?” ... “I mean, I’m facing a gang who kidnaps old politicians.”
and this was a revenge.


Roman bit his lips and growled while a high-voltage current was unleashed into Barbara’s flesh.

“This will shut your mouth !” Roman added. He was heavily panting, and not because of the physical efforts he was deploying against the young woman. It was a reflection of his anger.
The adrenaline was flooding into his organism, rendering the fight much less predictable, than if Roman had kept a cold-blooded attitude.
The Batgirl’s attempts to render the Black Mask enraged, and therefore, make mistakes was perfectly functioning.

In any other situation, Roman would have simply pushed forward his advantage, while Batgirl was shaking in pain. He would have pressed the button of his club once more, or punch her with his free hand. Maybe he would have grabbed the handgun from his holster and shoot her to end her life. Instead, Roman wanted to enjoy the writhing pain running within the lovely shape of the heroine. His gaze lingered on her while she was struggling to stand on her feet, while her curves were moving in agony, and while a scream of pain was leaving the red lips of her mouth.

So her gesture escaped his attention, and when she tossed one of the gadget from her golden utility belt on the floor, it was too late for the Black Mask to react. Fumes invaded his surrounding, and despite the protection offered by his mask, the crime lord started coughing.

His eyes fluttered, and he struggled to keep an eye on the silhouette moving away from him.
Roman moved his free hand quickly in front of his face to evacuate the smoke, and started walking forward, following approximately the heroine’s path. The criminal’s henchmen were still too far away to intervene.

His eyes finally caught a shape moving ahead of him, and he heard a door opening and closing with noise.

The Black Mask stood before the door Barbara had used, and took several deep breaths. A plan started to form into the perverted mind of the crime lord. A plan, in which Batgirl can play an essential role. An enjoyable plan, that will make her lose her cockiness.
He sent his feet into the frame of the door, kicking it opened with force.

The Black Mask’s shadow appeared within the room where the red-haired woman was. The dark silhouette painted on the ground was trembling, as the lights within the room were flickering. Roman tapped the club he already used on the heroine against the frame of the door.

“Knock, knock.” He said, observing the heroine.

She seemed to be suffering from Roman’s previous attack, which indicated he could have a certain advantage. The Black Mask marched on Barbara, noticing that the unique exit of this room was behind him. Roman motioned the club in front of him, pointing at Batgirl’s frame. He pressed on the weapon’s base once more, so that the blue sparkles of electricity were prominent on the club’s extremity, and he threw it accurately on the young woman’s chest. Aiming the bat symbol of her uniform.

In the same time, without waiting for the result of his attack, -which was more a distraction- he ran at her, in an attempt to wrap his hands around the heroine’s neck, and push her against the wall behind her.

 

[WaveVelour]

A rather short term loneliness accompanied the troubled heroine in the room. She had managed to save herself from the imminent aggression of the masked criminal. However, the momentary safety of this enclosed section was faux. Neither a spacious room to take advantage of her nimbleness, nor one where she could orchestra a skillful escape without running into the villain. The redhead barely had time to pull herself together, let alone making a smart plan. Worn walls that trapped her, the dirty floor that supported her light weight, they all mirrored the crime infested back alleys of the city very well, the same corruption her vigilante persona labored to purify from the likes of Black Mask and his goons.

Just next to the window that looked outside, Barbara pressed her back against the wall, watching the doorway with great caution. Her fatigue was apparent under the blinking light. However, she was not yet ready to accept defeat, or deem the mission a failure. Not when innocents required her assistance, when there were criminals to say stop. Feminine body of the heroine wasn’t strong enough to punch a hole in the walls, and she wasn’t in a good enough shape to jump through the window. Facing the villain where she stood seemed to be the mandatory option for the redheaded crime fighter. Not exactly a fight doomed from the start, a struggle the gifted young woman had the potential of winning in fact, but certainly not the best odds.

Soon after her spontaneous fallback, Roman showed his hellish face, mocking the heroine’s unfavorable situation with his menacing deep voice. Gloved fingers of the woman once again went down to her utility belt, drawing out a trademark combat gadget from one of the well-organized pouches. “It’s prison.” Barbara talked back, announcing the fate awaited her enemy and his gang. Her arm swung in a short arc, her fingers letting go of the throwing weapon. All things considered, her aim was good. The bat shaped object spun in the air and swiftly flew towards its target. Slightly missing the white suit of the criminal, the batarang stuck into the wooden door frame. An admirable throw, but not very helpful.

An unconfined rage to fuel his attacks, Barbara witnessed the intimidating rush of her opponent. Blunt end of his technological club came in contact with her frame, its tip already emitting sparks. A second time, the unpleasant shock strained her muscles. “A-A-HAHA!” A more dreadful whimper escaped the heroine’s tender lips. It hurt more than any kick she had ever received to her chest. Released energy shocked the heroine’s bosom, certainly not the most merciful spot to strike on a woman. Her enemy was smartly dressed, but hardly a gentleman. “Uugh!” Barbara crossed her arms across her chest to cope up with the immobilizing pain. Her whimper turned into a gargle as two keen hands hugged her throat. Her smaller hands grasped the man’s wrists. Her eyes widened, the charming heroine slowly began to slide down the wall she was pressed against, her fingers slowly relaxing as the man’s firm grasp interrupted the air flow to her lungs.

 

[mainsnoires]

Who: Roman Sionis/The Black Mask
Where: Abandoned building in Gotham
When: 04/09/2020, 10:20 pm

The tension filled the abandoned room once the Black Mask and Batgirl faced each other. The criminal was gauging the young woman’s current capacities, in order to avoid underestimating her once more. After all, the pain rippling throughout the muscles in his back was a memory of the cowled-heroine’s skills and strength.

The words that left Barbara’s mouth still contained a sense of justice, of courage, yet Roman could feel a faint trembling in her voice. Doubt ?
“It’s prison.” she said.

Her ample gesture and dexterity competed with his own. The brave young woman and the mad man were executing a perfect duel. The weapons crossed each other in the air, in opposite trajectories. The club, emitting blue sparkles of electricity and the batarang, with its razor’s edges.

Roman’s race towards Barbara had started seconds after the club has left his hand, and the batarang passed right above his right shoulder, brushing the side of his mask. The spinning bat-shaped weapon had slightly cut the white suit of the crime Lord, at the level of his shoulder, but it did not stop him.

On the other hand, the club connected with the young woman’s chest, it touched the bat-symbol at the level of her bosom, and bounced against them, before falling at the heroine’s feet. The electricity had the time to spread within Barbara’s flesh, and a very satisfied Black Mask, observed the heroine in pain, once more trembling under the taser attack.

His hands wrapped around Batgirl’s throat, and Roman pushed forward his advantage.
The heroine seemed more or less paralyzed by the recent “bad encounter” between her flesh and electricity. The Black Mask asserted his grip on the heroine’s throat and lifted her up while he kept running.

He only stopped once her back would hit a wall, that was behind her. For a moment, he paused his strangling attack, allowing Batgirl to feel the floor with her feet again. His hands unleashed Barbara’s throat and Roman leaned his frame against hers.

He pressed his chest against the red-haired heroine, and placed his face aside her right cheek. The texture of the criminal's mask was very close to the heroine’s face, and Roman moved his own face close to Barbara’s ear. She could sense his rapid breathing, and how he was literally smelling her perfume emanating from the crease of her neck.

One of Roman’s hand moved from the side of Barbara’s neck, down her chest. The gloved palm of the crime Lord described a path on the heroine’s flesh, following the curves of her chest, aiming further down, until Black Mask’s hand landed on her right hip.

“I smell fear, Batgirl. Is it really only fear or something else…more like…excitement ?”

One of Black Mask’s hand was still next to the heroine’s throat, and he cupped her chin, moving it on the side, to try to force Batgirl’s eyes to meet his. His other hand, on the hip of the heroine wrapped on the utility belt she used so many times in her fights, and grabbed it strongly. He pulled on the belt in an attempt to detach it from Batgirl’s waist.

 

[WaveVelour]

Before its fall to the ground, blunt weapon of the villain had done its job by leaving the masked heroine open for a troubling attack, no need to mention the dreadful shiver it sent through her shapely body. Just like their dark color, the gloved hands that firmly grasped the redhead’s throat imposed a dark fate upon the young crime fighter, slowly pulling down a curtain of shadow to her vision even if her big green eyes remained open and wide. The pressure around her neck squeezed out a few distressed coughs and grunts out of the heroine as she became dizzier over time. Below her charming face, over her protruding chest, a distinct dark spot across her golden bat insignia marked the spot where the club hit her body. Soon, her boots lost contact with the floor. Lifting the light weight of her shapely body had been proven to be a trivial task for the crime lord as the menacing man pushed her up and against the wall. It was no shocking revelation to comprehend that her enemy was physically superior to her in terms of sheer muscle strength.

Cold wall behind her pressing against the woman’s back, her feet off the ground, each passing second drained the heroine’s energy from her nimble form, and air out of her lungs. For dear life, she began to flail her legs, aimlessly cycling and kicking through the thin air. The man was too close for her feet to gain enough momentum for a strong kick, and she too weak to exert the necessary effort. Thankfully, the suited man eventually allowed her to breathe. A deep gasp drew the moody air of the small room into her lungs, heaving her chest. Dry coughs came out of the geeky woman, reflecting her distress rather well. A frog in her throat deepened the petite vigilante’s voice. “You won’t… get away with this…” Barbara managed to speak her mind between her still irregular, shallow breaths. “I’m not afraid of you.” She could make no compromises when she carried the infamous symbol of the bat. Her sprit stood firm, although her physical sturdiness surely had been lowered by Black Mask’s attacks.

Violating her personal space was the lightest crime Roman had committed tonight. Kidnapping a congressman, conducting a political heist, he had a lot to answer for. If it weren’t for the dreadful mask her aggressor wore, the redheaded heroine would have felt the man’s warm breath against her fair skin for how close Roman stood before her. One of the hands that used to grasp her throat in an unlovely hug slid down her neck. She definitely wasn’t very fond of such close contact with a criminal. In a mixture of confusion and fury, Barbara squinted her pretty eyes at the man as his fingers boldly flew down her bosom. The same hand moved farther down, definitely lower than what Barbara would consider acceptable. “Keep your paws off!” The charming heroine scolded the criminal with questionable intentions.

It was a relief to find out that it was really her belt what the crime lord was aiming for and not something else. However, it was also a great inconvenience to lose her collection of gadgets. Despite being a gifted girl and a decent fighter, her combat style made use of, and in a way, depended on the usage of said defensive and offensive gizmos. Strong yanking of her utility belt twitched Barbara’s narrow waist with it. Her golden accessory contained advanced equipment, although was, more or less, a regular belt itself. In a sharp clang, the belt gave in from the joint in the front and uncoiled off her body like a fancy waistband, its contents making it heavier than what one would expect. “My belt!” The heroine noticed the sudden relaxation around her waist as the yellow accessory raced away from her in the man’s hand.

 

[mainsnoires]

Who: Roman Sionis/The Black Mask
Where: Abandoned building in Gotham
When: 04/09/2020, 10:20 pm

-“You won’t… get away with this…”...“I’m not afraid of you.”-

Beneath the mask that was shaped as a dark skull, Roman bit the lips of his mouth. The bat-cowled heroine was either as mad as he was, or unconscious of the danger she was into. How could she keep speaking with such words to him while his hand was wrapped around her throat ? While his frame was leaning against her curves, brushing her flesh ?

"You keep defying me and I hate THAT !" he yelled at the heroine while succeeding in detaching her belt. The violent gesture had pulled her frame against Black Mask, and both chest contacted for mere seconds. This contact allowed Roman to feel the soft flesh of Batgirl's mounds, beneath her costume, and fueled a little more the plan he now wanted to set in motion with her. He made a few vertebrae crack before growling :

"This belt..." he said, while his left hand moved from Batgirl's throat and slid along her shoulder and down her right arm.
"...will..." -he grabbed strongly her right wrist, and attempted to wrap the yellow belt around it-
"...be..." -he secured the hold of the belt onto Barbara's wrist in a clicking sound-
"...your..." -Roman moved to bent Batgirl's arm in her back and force her to spin. Soon he would attempt to grab her other arm, in order to wrap the remaining length of her utility belt around her wrist-
"...rope."

The Black Mask was about to put together Barbara's wrists in her back, above her cape. He was executing rapid movements, and made use of the same strength he deployed when he lifted the heroine by her throat, and forced her to contact one wall of the abandoned room. With both arms working on the heroine's wrists, the Black Mask anticipated that she may try to resist, send punches or kicks, and so he will try to push forward his advantage and flatten Batgirl's chest and entire body against the wall she once had her back against.

In order to have her in a more obedient state (ie bound), Roman was ready to tolerate being kicked or punched. Still, he will also start exerting a more manipulative approach by words. Roman will add while attempting to capture the heroine :
"This stupid congressman, this old pervert and corrupted politician, is still in danger, Batgirl...you can choose between his life or a wild resistance..."

 

[WaveVelour]

The pair of round fruits the geeky redhead carried on her chest acted as pillowy dampers to absorb some of the pressure of the villain’s leaning body. While the black masked figure represented the corruption across the dark city, everything Barbara set off to fight against, the young woman’s hero persona had become a symbol of dread for the criminal underworld at the same time. During her so called missions against the world of crime, Barbara had gotten used to face this kind of fiery aggression. Hiding her natural concerns, masking her fears in such threatening scenarios had turned into usual practice in her grim adventures. Regardless, fighting dangerous gangsters, distasteful possibility of getting captured by wicked organizations, they were all undoubtedly bone chilling experiences the brave heroine admittedly feared. Confident, but alarmed; it pretty much summarized the young crime fighter’s mindset while she wore the tights.

“And I hate vests.” The feminine member of the bat family expressed her critique of her enemy’s appeal. “So cliché for a gangster…” She continued as a hand bigger than hers grabbed her arm from the wrist. A muffled grunt followed her quips as her lithe body was forced to turn around to face the other way, her short cape providing an extra layer to separate her soft flesh from the irritated mobster’s muscular form. It was now the scruffy walls of the shady room what her bosom uncomfortably pressed on. The villain moved swiftly and Barbara found both of her hands connected behind her back. Sturdy material of her belt was made to handle the rough handling of Black Mask. She was smart enough to know that it wasn’t something she could simply tear off. “Your white tie too.” The bold heroine claimed. “What are you, a waiter?” She raised one knee to press it against the wall to make herself some space in front of her.

Given its thickness, her utility belt wouldn’t have made a very practical rope as Roman had claimed. It wasn’t rigid enough to prevent it from being run around her wrists however. “You’d be surprised how wild I can get!” A makeshift restraint to hold her arms together, Barbara sprang and pushed her lithe body up in the air. Like a little ninja, the agile heroine briefly defied gravity and walked on the wall. The admirable redhead proved to be a slippery girl. She rolled back in the air, only to drop to her boots behind Black Mask. When she landed on the floor, Barbara jumped farther back from the suited man. Because of the positioning of her arms, her balance was off however. So she stumbled and fell onto her shapely hips. Unlikely to rip her belt open, the young woman acted fast. She raised her feet off the ground, pulling her knees towards her chest. The light contortion of her body further stretched the fabric of her costume, better defining the shape of her bottom in the process. Her bound hands slid under her butt and moved up around her bent legs. At least, she now had them in front of her.

 

[mainsnoires]

Who: Roman Sionis/The Black Mask
Where: Abandoned building in Gotham
When: 04/09/2020, 10:20 pm

A warm sensation has started to take hold within Roman’s frame, in his brain, in his chest, and below. The contact of Barbara’s desirable flesh was not like the feeling he had from other women. The Black Mask was a crime lord with a reputation of madness and of dominant unstable psyche, and during the encounters he had with other women, it made Roman’s partners incredibly quiet and passive.

This attitude was often killing the Black Mask’s appetite for flesh. But there, this was totally different.

He was brushing and feeling this woman’s curves, and for once, there was an extreme resistance. She was fighting back, and even mocking him. Such bravery was a quality that Roman was confronted to quite rarely. Coming from the daring heroine, this fight was turning into a challenge for Roman’s to possess her.

The pressing large frame of the crime Lord was become stronger against Batgirl while she spoke and until he made her spin, so as to wrap her utility belt around her wrists.

-“And I hate vests.” …. “So cliché for a gangster…” … “Your white tie too.” …. “What are you, a waiter?”-

“By Heaven and Hell, I am so going to have you shut up…I am going to teach you a lesson I’ll find enjoyable…and maybe I’ll have others take a look. You know the stage is ready for your performance…”

She was turning him into some sort of clown. He was not the Joker, or another of Gotham’s fools who were behind bars in the Arkham Asylum. He was far beyond them, he was someone who has been capable to unite the organized crime of this city into one immense faction. He was not going to make the same mistakes than these criminals. He was flawless, and was not going to underestimate her….

“WHAT THE F…!”

Roman’s frame suddenly lost contact with Batgirl’s resisting, writhing body. The Black Mask’s eyes followed the incredibly agile heroine as she defied gravity, walked on the wall -pushing him away in the process and forcing him to lose any sort of grip on her- and disappeared in his back.

It felt as if it was happening in slow motion, and in slow-motion as well, Roman face met with another element. A wall. That precise wall, against which he had held Barbara against, was now the source of a brutal come back to reality.

Roman’s face hit the wall hard; he bounced against it, stumbling backwards. Immediately his hands moved on the side of his face, and he shook his head.

He just underestimated her. Roman realized that, by his attitude, he showed she was right. He was no different than all these costumed, mad, villains in Arkham Asylum. He just proved it… and to say that this infuriated him was far from reality. He could have burst into rage and flames, into an uncontrollable beast, rushing forward. But he did not.

This fight was not over, and a cold-blooded attitude transpired from Roman Sionis. He avoided looking at her, for a couple of seconds, and took a deep breath. He spoke calmly:

“You almost got me. You almost turned me into one of these criminals you put easily behind bars…by mocking me, making me lose my temper. Ohhh, I am going to enjoy this…”

Roman turned around, and behind his mask he smiled. He could feel a thin line of blood running from his nose down along the side of his mouth. His tongue briefly removed it. These seconds, he took for discussion, could have left enough time for Batgirl to stand back up. But in anyway, it was not going to change his attitude. He adjusted the sleeves of his jacket, before marching on Barbara.
He offered his frame as an easy target hoping for her to attack and kick him. Should she try this, he would brace himself, suffer the kick but try to block her leg against his frame.

Should she just move back up, Roman would send a hand forward, to try to grab the belt hanging from Barbara’s wrist and use it to pull her against him.

In any case, this fight was going to get dirtier as one free hand would close in a fist and aim at the junction between the heroine’s legs.

 

[WaveVelour]

The challenge of facing this nimble crime fighter should have become clearer when Barbara demonstrated her problem solving skills and agility. Escaping from Black Mask’s uncomfortable grasp was of course only the first step of this battle. She could only heave a sigh of relief when the villain would be defeated. It was the redhead’s unofficial job after all, overcoming the ones like Roman. After that, cleaning the rest of the building off his thugs and eventually rescuing the old congressman would be a piece of cake for the young heroine. A heroic task Barbara was willing to perform at all costs. The unpleasant idea of what would be the consequences of not exactly emerging victorious from this whole ordeal, the geeky redhead preferred to dismiss it from her brilliant mind. Bearing this half-ignorant state of mind, she wasn’t sure what the villain meant by this stage performance, so to speak.

“Show's over Black Mask.” Barbara claimed. “The second act would be behind the bars.” Although Roman surely carried hints of mental instability, a prison cell was a more suitable place than an asylum for this particular criminal. While he spent his time throwing more threats at the young woman, Barbara utilized the opportunity to collect herself. She sprang to her booted feet, standing not incredibly tall before the masked criminal. Her hands balled into little fists. The leather gloves of the woman creaked, their golden color matching the utility belt that ran around her wrists. Having her hands tied up undoubtedly posed an additional challenge on defeating her enemy. Already expecting the man to unleash the rest of his rage upon her, for now, she kept her stance instead of exerting more effort to undo the binding. “You are predictable Black Mask.” The redhead strategically mocked to ignite the villain’s frenzy herself. “I can beat you with my hands tied behind my back.”

As the next phase of the battle was initiated, it seemed like Barbara’s tactics were working out. A quick assessment of the situation informed Barbara of the openings Roman offered. Since her hands were tied, well-placed kicks would need to do the job. Her shapely legs were stronger than her arms anyway. The nimble heroine acted swiftly, unleashing a barrage of kicks against her broad enemy. They came from various angles, and lashed in different directions. The gifted heroine put her training into practice. Little ninja’s strikes hit their target in satisfying thuds. With the man’s imposing physique, it almost felt like kicking a sturdy tree. Throughout her offense, Barbara kept her arms close to her body to make them play a defensive role. So far, her chest had received the most abuse. Protecting her bust against the criminal lord’s further aggression was the best she could do. Diversely however, this time Black Mask’s clenched fist picked a different target.

Between the heroine’s kicks, an unannounced blow thwapped into her body. Next to the many strikes Barbara managed to land, it was the only one she received. However, a quite effective one at that. The low-blow she suffered showed its influence over the petite crime fighter almost instantly. The bitter sting pulsed in her groin and spread through her body like a bolt of electricity, widening her pretty eyes and parting her tender lips. “A-HAH!” She shrieked in a sudden rush of pain. Loud enough that the congressman in the other room could hear it. The woman’s knees immediately clapped together, her awkwardly bent legs forming and upside-down Y above the floor. “Ung…” She quickly drew her gloved hands over her crotch to give her womanhood mild comfort. Shortly after, Barbara sunk to her knees, the bitter ache stretching her mouth. “Bastard! Uhh…” The redhead cursed on the floor. She was indeed in a vulnerable spot.