Fic: [DC Comics] Elseworld's Finest Females
Title: Elseworld's Finest Females: Supergirl and Batgirl
Series: DC Comics
Type: AU
Links: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3948834/8/Elseworlds_Finest_Females_Supergirl_and_Batgirl
Seven
Kara Lee was rather amused to be publishing a newspaper story on Sinestro's recent attack on the Earth, as well as covering the Reaper story. It seemed that she had ended up on the 'Batgirl' beat, probably because of a story she did on Anarchy earlier this month.
Kara hummed softly as she finished up her update on the Reaper case, then the attractive blond sent the file to her editor. She was a fast typist and found she enjoyed her job, even though it didn't lead to as many tips for Supergirl jobs as she had expected it to. Her super senses were so sharp she usually knew a crisis was underway before a report hit the internet...
Vicki Vale finished something at her desk, then the other reporter walked over to Kara's desk. Kara watched the sexy young woman walk towards her, wondering what the vampish woman might want. Dressed in a short dress and boots she looked kinda dominatrix like, which really didn't help Kara's discomfort around her.
"Kara, I...," Vicki hesitated then said flatly, "I wanted to apologize for having you spied on. I assume Bruce told you?"
"He did," Kara agreed, studying her thoughtfully. It was clear Vicki was as uncomfortable as she was, and she was pleasantly surprised by the apology.
"I was completely out of line," Vicki sighed. "If you want to report me to management, you're welcome to. I won't fight whatever punishment I get."
"Why did you do it?" Kara had to ask, even as she considered what Vicki had said.
"Jealousy, pure and simple," Vicki admitted frankly. "You were getting a Wayne, if only by adoption, and I wasn't." She hesitated, "Not that Barb isn't a prize too, but..."
"You don't swing that way," Kara said faintly.
"Pretty much," Vicki admitted.
Kara thought about it as she mused aloud, "You gave the photos and zip drive to Bruce, knowing he might dump you over it."
"If I had known Todd would go that far, I wouldn't have hired him," Vicki shrugged, "giving the evidence to Bruce seemed the least I could do."
Kara knew if she reported this to the senior editor Vale would be fired, and probably blacklisted for news media jobs in Gotham. Not the end of the world for her, of course, but... Making a gut decision she said, "All right, I won't report you." She fixed Vicki with a intense look, "But if I hear a peep that you're doing something like this again..."
"Never again," Vicki said seriously, "my nerves can't take it, if anything else."
They talked a bit more rather uncomfortably, then Vicki left even as Kara sat down to finish up copying her notes into another story. As she typed away she thought wryly, 'I hope Barbara is having a better day than I am...'
0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0
The sewers beneath Gotham were cleaner than most, really. Automation had taken over scrubbing the brick walls and forcing the thick sludge down the pipes, but it was still far from a pleasant walk in the park.
Batgirl advanced down the tunnel grimly, a full face mask added to her usual cowl to filter out the worst of the stench and any dangerous gasses. The mostly black clad heroine used a shoulder mounted light to guide her, even as she searched for signs her quarry had passed this way.
Earlier that evening Commissioner Sarah Essen has summoned Batgirl to the roof of the Gotham Police Department, shining the bat-signal. There the older redhead had revealed that Croc had escaped from Blackgate, swimming from the island prison and probably headed for Gotham.
"Did the latest attempts to cure him work?" Batgirl asked, her cape fluttering around her as the black clad figure stood in the shadows.
Sarah shook her head, her glasses catching the light. "Not entirely," she answered, "he still looks like a crocodile man, but at least he's smaller and no longer feral."
"One of these days I'll prove Luthor was behind enhancing him," Batgirl noted. "Any sightings yet?" she asked.
"No, but I think it'll be soon," Sarah sighed, both of them aware that Croc was compulsively violent. Once he hit land he'd do something to call attention to himself...
A scream off in the distance had Batgirl moving like a shot, running off the edge of the building even as she used her cable launcher to swing off a nearby building. In seconds she reached the Batmobile and was off, even as she figured where the cry came from.
There was fire and craziness as Batgirl arrived in the street market. Stalls were aflame and people were running around in a panic as Croc tore through the crowd. "All I wanted was somethin' to eat!" he yelled, the tall, green skinned man sending a shopkeeper flying with one blow.
Batgirl sprinted to cushion his fall, then lowered the stunned man to the ground. "Croc!" she yelled as she walked towards him, "This isn't helping your case."
"Ah crap," the giant rumbled as he glared down at her, "if it isn't Bats. What ya doing in this part of town, Batsy?"
Batgirl ignored the nickname as she met his eyes calmly. "You keep claiming none of this is your fault, so why don't you just settle down and go back to Blackgate?" she asked.
"Hell no!" Croc yelled, waving his arms, "I woulda payed him if I had any money! And that guy was giving me sass!"
"Settle down," Batgirl said flatly, "I don't want to fight you again."
Croc looked at her, tensing up... then with a cry turned and bolted. Swearing under her breath Batgirl hurried after him, even as the shopkeepers began to tentatively return. Croc brushed people aside as he barreled down the side street, seemingly without a plan.
Batgirl raced after him even as she called up the Oracle interface on her cowl. She thought she remembered... seeing where he was running Batgirl cursed again softly and tried to close the distance. But the taller Croc was just a bit faster, and the streets here were too narrow to try to intercept him with the Batmobile. He hit the older manhole cover about where Batgirl had expected, ripped it off and leaped into the sewers with a happy cry.
'Which is how I got here,' Batgirl thought as she walked through the muck, trying very hard NOT to identify what she was stepping in.
There was a light up ahead in the tunnel, so Batgirl doused the shoulder light she wore and advanced slowly. As she came around the corner she paused, recognizing one of the older hideouts belonging to the Penguin, back before he went legit.
The massive chamber dated back to early Gotham, when the city had expected faster growth and needing a bigger sewer system. That growth never quite happened, and the chamber was mostly unused until Penguin got it. He built up several platforms and set up a 'home' here, as well as a place to stash some of his ill-gotten gains.
Advancing through the rotted coats and fine draperies, past a ruined boat and a umbrella stand that had seen better days, Batgirl made her way to where Croc was sitting. The throne on one side of the platform would have been gigantic for Penguin, but fir Croc pretty well, the big green man sitting there scowling. He seemed confident that no one could have tracked him there, a certainty he was going to regret.
The bold, heroic thing to do would be to emerge from the shadows and fight Croc head on, trading blows until one of them fell. However, in Batgirl's opinion that would also be the STUPID thing to do. And generally Batgirl prided herself on not being stupid.
Croc growled and grumbled to himself, sitting on the uncomfortable chair. "Damn fools just can't leave me alone," he complained, "if they'd just give me the stuff nobody woulda got hurt, even. It's just not fair..."
Croc barely felt the prick of the taser hitting his arm, but he certainly felt it once the electricity started! He jerked out of the chair and actually managed to turn towards Batgirl, then slowly toppled to the floor, twitching uncontrollably.
Batgirl used her cowl sensors to make sure Croc was out cold, then hand cuffed him before sighing. "Now, how do I get him out of here?" she muttered.
0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0
"And THEN what happened?" Kara asked as they sat in the living room of her apartment. It was pretty bare as she spent most of her time at Wayne Manor, but Kara wanted to maintain a separate residence for appearances.
Barbara gave her lover a look, deciding she was getting WAY too much amusement out of this. "Had Bruce send in a remote controlled Batboat. Then I hauled him in, navigated my way out to the harbor and dropped Croc off with the shore patrol," she said.
Kara smiled at her lover, liking how Babs looked dressed in a robe, her wet hair up in a towel. "Well, I'm glad to hear he's off the street again," she said mildly.
"Yeah," Babs sighed, "I know it would be easier if you helped, but..."
"It's fine," Kara patted her bare arm gently, "I understand why you decided to ban superhumans in Gotham. I even agree with it, mostly."
Deciding it wouldn't be helpful to go through that debate again Barbara smiled slightly. "I was thinking you're right, it might be a good idea to join the Justice Society," she said.
"You're not agreeing just to make me happy?" Kara asked cautiously.
"No, I think it's a good idea," Barbara reassured her. "There really are threats out there where a single hero can't win, and I'd like to help deal with them."
"About half the team won't be happy," Kara warned.
Barbara shrugged eloquently as she said, "Either I'll win them over or I won't. I can't say it'll bother me much either way."
Laughing quietly Kara noted, "One of the things I love about you is your supreme self confidence."
"I wouldn't say that," Barbara laughed, "considering I still can't talk you into bed when my parents are home."
Kara blushed as she muttered, "They might hear, or something."
"Well, they did walk in on Bruce and one of his girlfriends once," Barbara admitted, "it was pretty funny."
"Geeze," Kara shook her head, blushing. She cuddled up against Barbara, loving the smell of flannel, soap and recently washed woman, sighing as they sat together.
"Well," Barbara purred sexily into her ear, "since we can't do it back at the mansion, what do you think of...?"
"You're insatiable," Kara mock protested even as she let a hand slide under the robe, cupping her breast.
Barbara moaned softly then grinned, "You wouldn't want me any other way," she said smugly as they kissed.
To be continued...
Series: DC Comics
Type: AU
Links: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3948834/8/Elseworlds_Finest_Females_Supergirl_and_Batgirl
Seven
Kara Lee was rather amused to be publishing a newspaper story on Sinestro's recent attack on the Earth, as well as covering the Reaper story. It seemed that she had ended up on the 'Batgirl' beat, probably because of a story she did on Anarchy earlier this month.
Kara hummed softly as she finished up her update on the Reaper case, then the attractive blond sent the file to her editor. She was a fast typist and found she enjoyed her job, even though it didn't lead to as many tips for Supergirl jobs as she had expected it to. Her super senses were so sharp she usually knew a crisis was underway before a report hit the internet...
Vicki Vale finished something at her desk, then the other reporter walked over to Kara's desk. Kara watched the sexy young woman walk towards her, wondering what the vampish woman might want. Dressed in a short dress and boots she looked kinda dominatrix like, which really didn't help Kara's discomfort around her.
"Kara, I...," Vicki hesitated then said flatly, "I wanted to apologize for having you spied on. I assume Bruce told you?"
"He did," Kara agreed, studying her thoughtfully. It was clear Vicki was as uncomfortable as she was, and she was pleasantly surprised by the apology.
"I was completely out of line," Vicki sighed. "If you want to report me to management, you're welcome to. I won't fight whatever punishment I get."
"Why did you do it?" Kara had to ask, even as she considered what Vicki had said.
"Jealousy, pure and simple," Vicki admitted frankly. "You were getting a Wayne, if only by adoption, and I wasn't." She hesitated, "Not that Barb isn't a prize too, but..."
"You don't swing that way," Kara said faintly.
"Pretty much," Vicki admitted.
Kara thought about it as she mused aloud, "You gave the photos and zip drive to Bruce, knowing he might dump you over it."
"If I had known Todd would go that far, I wouldn't have hired him," Vicki shrugged, "giving the evidence to Bruce seemed the least I could do."
Kara knew if she reported this to the senior editor Vale would be fired, and probably blacklisted for news media jobs in Gotham. Not the end of the world for her, of course, but... Making a gut decision she said, "All right, I won't report you." She fixed Vicki with a intense look, "But if I hear a peep that you're doing something like this again..."
"Never again," Vicki said seriously, "my nerves can't take it, if anything else."
They talked a bit more rather uncomfortably, then Vicki left even as Kara sat down to finish up copying her notes into another story. As she typed away she thought wryly, 'I hope Barbara is having a better day than I am...'
0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0
The sewers beneath Gotham were cleaner than most, really. Automation had taken over scrubbing the brick walls and forcing the thick sludge down the pipes, but it was still far from a pleasant walk in the park.
Batgirl advanced down the tunnel grimly, a full face mask added to her usual cowl to filter out the worst of the stench and any dangerous gasses. The mostly black clad heroine used a shoulder mounted light to guide her, even as she searched for signs her quarry had passed this way.
Earlier that evening Commissioner Sarah Essen has summoned Batgirl to the roof of the Gotham Police Department, shining the bat-signal. There the older redhead had revealed that Croc had escaped from Blackgate, swimming from the island prison and probably headed for Gotham.
"Did the latest attempts to cure him work?" Batgirl asked, her cape fluttering around her as the black clad figure stood in the shadows.
Sarah shook her head, her glasses catching the light. "Not entirely," she answered, "he still looks like a crocodile man, but at least he's smaller and no longer feral."
"One of these days I'll prove Luthor was behind enhancing him," Batgirl noted. "Any sightings yet?" she asked.
"No, but I think it'll be soon," Sarah sighed, both of them aware that Croc was compulsively violent. Once he hit land he'd do something to call attention to himself...
A scream off in the distance had Batgirl moving like a shot, running off the edge of the building even as she used her cable launcher to swing off a nearby building. In seconds she reached the Batmobile and was off, even as she figured where the cry came from.
There was fire and craziness as Batgirl arrived in the street market. Stalls were aflame and people were running around in a panic as Croc tore through the crowd. "All I wanted was somethin' to eat!" he yelled, the tall, green skinned man sending a shopkeeper flying with one blow.
Batgirl sprinted to cushion his fall, then lowered the stunned man to the ground. "Croc!" she yelled as she walked towards him, "This isn't helping your case."
"Ah crap," the giant rumbled as he glared down at her, "if it isn't Bats. What ya doing in this part of town, Batsy?"
Batgirl ignored the nickname as she met his eyes calmly. "You keep claiming none of this is your fault, so why don't you just settle down and go back to Blackgate?" she asked.
"Hell no!" Croc yelled, waving his arms, "I woulda payed him if I had any money! And that guy was giving me sass!"
"Settle down," Batgirl said flatly, "I don't want to fight you again."
Croc looked at her, tensing up... then with a cry turned and bolted. Swearing under her breath Batgirl hurried after him, even as the shopkeepers began to tentatively return. Croc brushed people aside as he barreled down the side street, seemingly without a plan.
Batgirl raced after him even as she called up the Oracle interface on her cowl. She thought she remembered... seeing where he was running Batgirl cursed again softly and tried to close the distance. But the taller Croc was just a bit faster, and the streets here were too narrow to try to intercept him with the Batmobile. He hit the older manhole cover about where Batgirl had expected, ripped it off and leaped into the sewers with a happy cry.
'Which is how I got here,' Batgirl thought as she walked through the muck, trying very hard NOT to identify what she was stepping in.
There was a light up ahead in the tunnel, so Batgirl doused the shoulder light she wore and advanced slowly. As she came around the corner she paused, recognizing one of the older hideouts belonging to the Penguin, back before he went legit.
The massive chamber dated back to early Gotham, when the city had expected faster growth and needing a bigger sewer system. That growth never quite happened, and the chamber was mostly unused until Penguin got it. He built up several platforms and set up a 'home' here, as well as a place to stash some of his ill-gotten gains.
Advancing through the rotted coats and fine draperies, past a ruined boat and a umbrella stand that had seen better days, Batgirl made her way to where Croc was sitting. The throne on one side of the platform would have been gigantic for Penguin, but fir Croc pretty well, the big green man sitting there scowling. He seemed confident that no one could have tracked him there, a certainty he was going to regret.
The bold, heroic thing to do would be to emerge from the shadows and fight Croc head on, trading blows until one of them fell. However, in Batgirl's opinion that would also be the STUPID thing to do. And generally Batgirl prided herself on not being stupid.
Croc growled and grumbled to himself, sitting on the uncomfortable chair. "Damn fools just can't leave me alone," he complained, "if they'd just give me the stuff nobody woulda got hurt, even. It's just not fair..."
Croc barely felt the prick of the taser hitting his arm, but he certainly felt it once the electricity started! He jerked out of the chair and actually managed to turn towards Batgirl, then slowly toppled to the floor, twitching uncontrollably.
Batgirl used her cowl sensors to make sure Croc was out cold, then hand cuffed him before sighing. "Now, how do I get him out of here?" she muttered.
0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0
"And THEN what happened?" Kara asked as they sat in the living room of her apartment. It was pretty bare as she spent most of her time at Wayne Manor, but Kara wanted to maintain a separate residence for appearances.
Barbara gave her lover a look, deciding she was getting WAY too much amusement out of this. "Had Bruce send in a remote controlled Batboat. Then I hauled him in, navigated my way out to the harbor and dropped Croc off with the shore patrol," she said.
Kara smiled at her lover, liking how Babs looked dressed in a robe, her wet hair up in a towel. "Well, I'm glad to hear he's off the street again," she said mildly.
"Yeah," Babs sighed, "I know it would be easier if you helped, but..."
"It's fine," Kara patted her bare arm gently, "I understand why you decided to ban superhumans in Gotham. I even agree with it, mostly."
Deciding it wouldn't be helpful to go through that debate again Barbara smiled slightly. "I was thinking you're right, it might be a good idea to join the Justice Society," she said.
"You're not agreeing just to make me happy?" Kara asked cautiously.
"No, I think it's a good idea," Barbara reassured her. "There really are threats out there where a single hero can't win, and I'd like to help deal with them."
"About half the team won't be happy," Kara warned.
Barbara shrugged eloquently as she said, "Either I'll win them over or I won't. I can't say it'll bother me much either way."
Laughing quietly Kara noted, "One of the things I love about you is your supreme self confidence."
"I wouldn't say that," Barbara laughed, "considering I still can't talk you into bed when my parents are home."
Kara blushed as she muttered, "They might hear, or something."
"Well, they did walk in on Bruce and one of his girlfriends once," Barbara admitted, "it was pretty funny."
"Geeze," Kara shook her head, blushing. She cuddled up against Barbara, loving the smell of flannel, soap and recently washed woman, sighing as they sat together.
"Well," Barbara purred sexily into her ear, "since we can't do it back at the mansion, what do you think of...?"
"You're insatiable," Kara mock protested even as she let a hand slide under the robe, cupping her breast.
Barbara moaned softly then grinned, "You wouldn't want me any other way," she said smugly as they kissed.
To be continued...