Batgirl stood atop the building opposite Catwoman's apartment, her red hair blowing in the wind. Like always, the sliding glass door on the balcony was left open, an invitation for trouble. Batgirl pulled her grappling gun out of her yellow utility belt and fired it at the top of the building. The hook latched into the side of the wall and Batgirl leapt off of her rooftop, long blue cape billowing behind her, and swung feet first in through the door.
Despite having pulled off countless heists, stealing some of the most valuable things in Gotham, Selina Kyle lived in a very cheap apartment. The curtains were torn, the carpet was stained, and the bed consisted of a mattress with a single white sheet on it. Across the room from the bed was a closet containing her Catwoman costume and her valuables. The only display of her vast wealth was the golden cat statues scattered throughout the room. A statue just like them had just been stolen from the Gotham Museum earlier that evening. That was why she was here.
Batgirl heard the sound of running water coming from the other room; Selina was showering. All she ever seemed to do in this place was shower, so that she could come out whenever she had a visitor and pull the "Look-at-me-I'm-wearing-a-towel-you're-so-seduced-right-now" stunt. The water stopped. Steam came rolling in as the door opened, and the light of the bathroom filled the dark room. Standing in the middle of the light was the silhouette of a slender young woman in a towel.
"Look at you. You're wearing a towel. I'm so seduced right now," Batgirl said, bluntly and sarcastically.
"Look at you. You're wearing tight gray spandex. If anything I'm seduced." Batgirl covered herself up a little more with her cape. It wasn't that she had a problem with wearing such a tight outfit; she was proud of her own body. Her life as a crimefighter maintained her fit, healthy figure which filled every inch of her full-body gray catsuit. The seams that ran up the insides and outsides of her legs were curved and distorted by her shapely body. Barbara loved her Batgirl outfit; it made her feel strong and comfortable and even a little sexy sometimes. But she hated when people brought it up like that. It took her out of her little world and reminded her of how ridiculous the whole thing was. Running around the city at night, beating up criminals dressed like a bat. She snapped out of her embarrassment and reminded herself that Selina was one to talk. She wasn't about to take criticism from a someone who danced around in her tight black shiny suit each night with her massive breasts bursting out of her opened zipper like some sort of sex fantasy. Batgirl had had enough of this.
"I'm here for the cat statue," Batgirl tried to put on a stern, commanding voice.
Selina looked around the room at all of her cat statues. "Which one?"
"The one you stole."
Selina looked around the room at all of her cat statues. "Which one?"
"Maybe the GCPD might be able to tell me." Batgirl flipped open one of the plastic containers on her utility belt to reveal a red button. If she pressed it, the police would be called to her location.
"You wouldn't dare! We had an agreement!" Selina snapped.
"The agreement was that we'd turn a blind eye to all your past little adventures if you quit. So you can give me what you just stole, or..." she wiggled her finger around the red button. Catwoman pounced at her. Batgirl was taken off guard as Selina's towel dropped to the ground. Her finger came off the button as she was tackled out the door and onto the balcony. Batgirl's face turned white with surprise as she caught an eyeful of Selina's unrestrained breasts dangling over her face as she pulled off her utility belt and tossed it off the building.
"Like what you see?" Selina teased. Batgirl rolled over so that she was on top of Catwoman, trying her best not to pay further attention to any of the more provocative parts of her anatomy. She got up and looked over the ledge to see her belt lying on the sidewalk three stories down. Before she could turn back around, she felt a wet footprint on her rear as Catwoman kicked her over the railing. She reached for her grappling gun only to remember that it wasn't there; it had been thrown down with the belt.
Batgirl felt a sudden tug at her calves and looked up to see Catwoman holding her by the legs. Catwoman was a dangerous one, but she wasn't a murderer.
"Aw, cat got your legs?" Catwoman laughed to herself, but her laugh was cut short when Batgirl's legs slipped out of her boots. Catwoman dropped the boots and quickly grabbed onto the hems of Batgirl's leggings, stretching out the batsuit's bottom half as her nails dug in. Even without her gloves on her nails were still dangerously sharp, and began to leave small tears in the tightly stretched gray fabric. After that little scare Selina decided to stop playing around, and began pulling Batgirl up by the legs. Batgirl bent over and reached up with her hands, and Catwoman grabbed on. She was startled yet again when Batgirl's hands slipped out of her gloves. Catwoman just barely managed to catch Batgirl's hands this time, and the two were relieved when she finally pulled her up. Before Batgirl could regain her composure, Catwoman made a mad dash up the wall, her naked body contorting and twisting itself around ledges, railings, and window sills. Without her grappling gun, Batgirl had no choice but to climb up after her. She tried to stand on the railing with her right leg and her bare foot immediately slipped off the smooth metal banister. Her leg fell over the side, and the sharp edge of the metal left a long tear all the way along the seam on the inside of her leg, from cuff to crotch. She brought her leg back up onto the railing, tried to keep her balance as she stood up, then jumped up and grabbed onto the balcony above her. She pulled herself up the ledge and over the railing, and looked up at the top of the building. One more floor.
There was a small table and chair on this balcony, and Batgirl stacked one on top of the other and stood on it. She raised her arms up to grab the next ledge, then toppled to the floor as one of the table's metal legs bent and the whole structure fell apart. She got up, rubbed the pain in her rump, and stood up on the back of the chair to get herself up to the final ledge. The door on this balcony had been left open, and Batgirl used this to her advantage. She pushed one foot against each side of the doorframe and used it to climb up the wall. She got hold of the ledge and was about to pull herself up when she felt something tug at the loose fabric hanging off her right leg. She looked down to see a small dog, who had presumably come out of the opened door, gnawing at her costume. She tried to shake it off, and it began pulling harder, digging in with its teeth. The dogged yanked down and pulled apart the fabric along the outside seam. With no utility belt to stop it, the tear traveled all the way up the costume's side, right up to the armpit. She finally shook the dog down, and scrambled up the ledge before it could jump up at her again.
Batgirl was dismayed. The whole right half of her costume was hanging off of her body. She tried to look on the bright side and told herself that it wasn't all that much worse than one of those dresses with the high leg splits, but she couldn't help but dread what Selina would say when she noticed the bare skin on her hip, a dead giveaway that she wasn't wearing any panties. She'd never hear the end of it. Batgirl tried to tie the leg of her costume around her waist like a makeshift belt to hold what remained of the suit together, but her legs weren't very long nor her waist very thin, and trying to wrap it far enough around to tie it just pulled on the fabric more. The inside tear split across the crotch and all the way down the other leg. Batgirl's disappointment turned to panic.
Trying her best to hold the wet scraps of fabric on her body, Batgirl ran across the rooftop over to the next building, where a naked Catwoman was making her escape. Batgirl ran up to the edge of the roof and jumped over the gap between the two buildings. The tear under her arm worsened as she raised her arms above her head to grab the ledge. She climbed up and started running, but halted abruptly when she felt her cape being pulled on. She turned around to find her cape caught in the fan of an old air conditioning unit. The machine ate up her cape in seconds and began tugging on her costume's shoulders. The right sleeve split apart and followed suit, but the left sleeve wouldn't give as easily, and Batgirl was yanked around 180 degrees as it was slipped off her arm. She tried to pull away, but that only made the suit tear more as the entire lower half was pulled over her head and into the air conditioning unit. She looked into the machine, praying she could still get it out. There was a loud explosion and the air conditioner burst into flames.
Well fuck.