p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Given what had just happened the previous day a planning session had been arranged to try to figure out what to do. The first task the girls found out was for them to go and get coffee and doughnuts as meetings worked better that way according to Harley. That diversion aside they got down to business./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"It's got to be property related." Daphne flicked through the pile of paper she and her scouts had accumulated "but there are so many leads to follow up. They are aiming for something big, not just lots of land, but a big building?" Daphne rubbed her nose, they were on the verge of cracking it, she could feel it in her bones. /span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"It's worse than that." They turned to see Batgirl enter the room carrying a thick document folder under her arm "That information you've found so far, well I pulled some strings and had it looked over by some legal experts and forensic accountants."/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"We can't afford that." Father Gibbons exclaimed./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Their services have already been paid for by a, benefactor." Batgirl replied./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Is that like the X-factor?" Harley interjected./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Shut-up Harley." Batgirl frowned "The point is these folks have been burning the midnight oil chasing down all those leads. You're right, you've uncovered a big property scam, and even worse it involves the local orphanage and the cookie factory."/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Kyrie eleison," Father Gibbons whispered holding this head in his hands./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"We can't let this happen!" Father Gibbons and Harley exclaimed but for entirely different reasons./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"We won't." Batgirl pulled another document out of the folder "We're going to sell it to them." /span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Jaws hit the floor around the table as Batgirl outlined the lawyers plan. The legal and financial logic was so subtle and convoluted that even Velma struggled to follow it. Then came the arguments about how to make it happen in reality./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"a name="_GoBack"/a span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Part way in they had a comfort break to give everyone time to decompress, Harley had been dispatched to get some more coffee and doughnuts and Batgirl dispatched to keep Harley out of trouble. With everything all quiet Velma took the opportunity for her own 'comfort break' and went to sit on Daphne's ever welcoming lap. With Velma's head resting on her shoulder, one of the advantaged of being small, Daphne wrappespan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"d/span/span her arms around Velma and closed her eyes. For all her logic, rigour and hard science Velma was always ready for a cuddle with Daphne, somehow Daphne had unlocked the 'warm and fuzzy' side in her and now she didn't care who saw it. To her Daphne was the catalyst that had only done good for her, calming her fears and loving her as she was. It was how they had inadvertently 'announced' their relationship to the boys, having been discovered sleeping on the sofa like this early one morning. /span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Wish Shaggy and Scooby were here right now." Said Daphne as she rested her head on Velma's./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Why?" Velma asked, her brow furrowed, it was rather spoiling the 'moment'./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"We need live bait."/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Ohhhhh. span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"Damn."/span/span/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span lang="en-GB"Precisely."/span/span/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Once Harley and Batgirl arrived back the meeting reconvened and the real planning begun. Soon they had an agreed plan of attack, Batgirl went off to send the messages and soon Nightwing and Power Girl were on their way to the hall while in uptown offices letters were faxed. Everything was coming into place. Word soon got about that something was was going on, scouts and some of the workers assembled at the hall and milled about. Nobody wanted to leave, just in case something happened. Various people came and went as the plan was put into action all adding to the sense of excitement, especially for the scouts. Inside Harley was bothering Power Girl like an over-excited five year old./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"a name="_DdeLink_862_567370409"/a "span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Can I PG? Pleeeeeeeeease, PG can I say it? Can I say it? Please, please, please, please can I say it? I wanna say it, I wanna say it, I'll be good! Promise!" Harley paused "Pleeeease." She gave Power Girl her best puppy eyes and held her hands together./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Power Girl sighed and held a hand over her eyes "I'll get into so much trouble for this." she said to herself then looked at Harley "OK Harley, off you go."/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Squealing with joy Harley Quinn ran out the building to where the scouts were gathered around span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"her/span/span mallet. Harley rushed up to them, grabbed the mallet, assumed a suitably heroic pose./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Scouts," Harley thrust her mallet towards the heavens "Assemble!" /span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"A while later Batgirl and Power Girl arrived at the factory to see what was going on and to meet the 'new owners' to make the point that they were being watched and by none other than The Justice League itself. They were dutifully shown about by a worker wearing a white coat and a hair and beard net, all hand-made according to the labels. Underneath he wore a tweed suit with a bow-tie. He span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"walked /span/spanthem through the site as it was being made ready to start production again. Like visiting dignitaries they were greeted by and shook hands with carefully groomed and presentable workers at each station along the process. It all looked above board though both of them expressed scepticism that the plan to sell 'artisan' Girl Scout cookies, smaller and 10 times the price of the current ones would be successful, especially in this neighbourhood./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"But it's the taste, that's where the value is, only the finest organic, free range and hand-processed ingredients go into these cookies." /span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Still not going to make them ten times better." Batgirl stroked her chin, unconvinced./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Well, why don't you try some." Power Girl and Batgirl looked at each other and shrugged "This way to our development kitchen where span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"have a/span/span pre-production sample you can try." He motioned for them to follow, the superheroes looked at each other, shrugged then followed, a free cookie was a free cookie after all. The development kitchen was span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"just off/span/span the main mixing hall, a cavernous space with a vat the size of a small house full of cookie batter./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"The development kitchen was a more cosy affair being half-way between a domestic and a commercial kitchen with a few bits of food testing equipment dotted about the room. Several lab-coated figures were working in the room, mostly running samples thorough the testing equipment. Batgirl gave it the once over, everything appeared to be in order and make sense in the context of what the room was supposed to be. Power Girl peered though the doors to an adjoining room, it looked like a small packing station with various machines and different kinds of boxes. /span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Next door is the packing room for the signature line, that will be made in this kitchen, from scratch by a named cookie master artisan. We're in the process of finalising the packaging." The superheroes gave each other a glance, as if artisan cookiespan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"s/span/span weren't enough. "But back to the matter at hand." Their guide directed them to a long metal table in the middle of the room on which was a plate containing several cookies. Both of them consumed several cookies before each seemed to loose muscle tone and crumpled to the floor where they stood./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"A special batch, laced with muscle relaxants, sedatives and hand-powdered Kryptonite." Their guide stood over them and signalled to the others in the kitchen "Now, before the effect wears off…"/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"In short order Batgirl had span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"her/span/span spinal chord implant removed, effectively paralysing her from the neck down while a Kryptonite collar was locked round Power Girl's neck making her as weak as a kitten. The pair were then picked up and carried over to a wrapping machine where each was wrapped tightly from neck to toe in span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"several/span/span layers of plastic wrapping before being fed through a banding machine to apply heat sealed straps at regular intervals span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"all the way down the length of their bodies/span/span. For good measure they were fed through the wrapping and banding machines another time before being laid out on the span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"table next to each other. Their mouths were held open, blue plastic bags were pushed inside which were then filled with cookie dough /span/spanuntil their cheeks bulged after which the bags were heat sealed./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Right lads," their 'guide' looked at the people in the room and then at the two helpless heroines "time to take these two to the mixing room and make a 'special batch' of cookies. The two super-heroines were picked up, both of them frantically mewing as they were carried out of the development kitchen and into the main mixing room. They were placed on the gantry next to the large vat of cookie batter and rolled onto their sides so they could see it./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Right ladies, that's where you're going." their heads were held to make them look at the giant vat of batter. "You'll slowly sink in, then eventually suffocate. This'll prove we're a force to be reckoned with, and more importantly make the point of the evils of gluten."/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Two crooks went to each of their heads, two to their feet. They were simultaneously lifted up then carried to the edge of the gantry overlooking the vat of batter. "Right lads on 3, 1...2…" They were swung back and forth as the guide counted down. Batgirl and Power Girl gave muffled screams as they were tossed into the vat of batter. span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"They landed flat on their backs/span/span each making an indentation of several inches into the mix where they had landed. The villains stood at the safety barriers and laughed at Power Girl's ineffective struggles and Batgirl's panicked movement of her head. One of the crooks ran into the development kitchen and returned with the remaining laced cookies "Want a cookie to chew on while you're waiting to die girls?"/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"Several minutes passed, the laughter had died down as/span/span it became clear that nothing was happening, span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"neither had sunk much further /span/spanin the batter than the initial depressions they had made when they had landed. Their tour guide checked his pocket watch before polishing his monocle. /span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"This is going to take a while isn't it lads?" he signed as he replaced his monocle "I've a tag team Jenga tournament to get to in a couple of hours and need span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"to check on the cold brew/span/span." he looked at his pocket watch again and signalled to the others to get ready to haul Batgirl and Power Girl out of the vat./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Now, if we wrap some really heavy chains round their ankles that will make them heavy enough to sink, and if we drop them in feet first they'll already be half way under before they know it." /span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"So, does anyone have any chains..." asked another of the crooks/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"A length of chain flew out of nowhere, wrapping itself round the crook's torso, it was then pulled back as fast as it had appeared spinning him away into a nearby wall like he was a spinning top. The remaining crooks spun round to see a bespectacled Power Girl holding a mass of chains up in one hand, she gave them a smile span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"and/span/span raised an eyebrow "Looking for these boys?"/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"It's a trick, it's one of those meddling kids dressed up as her." said the tour guide./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"One/span/span of the crooks grabbed a metal pry bar and charged at Power Girl with the bar raised over his head ready to strike. She let him, the impact shook the bar out of his hand, bouncing it against his forehead and knocking him to the ground. Power Girl puffed some hair off her forehead./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"She picked up the metal bar and used her heat vision span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"to melt it/span/span, just to make the point that she was the real Power Girl./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"There was a look of panicked recognition over the crooks face, in desperation they began to throw the kryptonite laced cookies aspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"t/span/span her. Most just bounced off her but one lodged itself in her cleavage. /span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Seriously." She gave them the expression span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"usually/span/span reserved for Harley Quinn span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"and/span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB" mutte/span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"red/span/span under her breath about crumbs. The crooks turned to run, only to come face-to-face with the soles of Batgirl's boots as she swung down from an upper gantry, knocking two of them to the ground. Power Girl grabbed a length of chain and used it to yo-yo a couple more of the crooks into the wall. All around the building were the sounds of the hipster mafia doing what they did best, running away. Outside the sounds of multiple police sirens announced the arrival of GCPD to the party./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"The police will get the rest." Batgirl ran to the side of the gantry pointspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"ing/span/span at the figures of Batgirl and Power Girl lying in the batter."PG, I mean Power Girl." /span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"On…" next instant the figures were on the walkway next to Batgirl "...it."/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Oooooh they are so dead, it'll take ages to get this stuff out of my hair!" Daphne was incandescent with rage as span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"Batgirl/span/span pulled the cowl off span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"Daphne/span/span while Power Girl set to freeing them. /span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"Yeah, but /span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"emyou/em/span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB" didn't have to wear contact lenses/span/span." Velma breathed as sigh of relief "Glad you two got everything prepared ahead of time…" It was common knowledge that uncovered vats of emanything/em attracted villains with damsels like bees to a honeypot so it was only natural that if things went span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"pear-shaped/span/span it would be the vat of batter where Daphne and Velma would end up. While the crooks had been focussed on capturing the bait span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"Batgirl/span/span had put a thin plastic sheet over the top of the batter then Power Girl had covered it with several more inches of batter to hide it. The plastic would stop Daphne and Velma sinking in plus prevent the bulk of the mixture being contaminated and so having to be thrown away. /span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"By the time that Daphne and Velma had changed back into their regular clothes, Daphne had cleared out the worst of the batter from her hair and Velma sorted her eyes out it was all but over. The police had managed to round up most of the crooks and were in the process of carting them off to the holding cells. /span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"In all the chaos it/span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB" appeared that the leader and his second-in-command had managed to escape /span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"but Harley /span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"insisted that this wasn't a problem as she'd arrange a 'little surprise' for them./span/span /span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"What?" Harley looked at the raised eyebrows "All above board, went to ta proper authorities."/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Feeling that ignorance was bliss nobody asked any further questions about Harley's 'arrangement'. Batgirl called the scouts together and to much cheering announced that the Wayne Foundation would be sponsoring the scouts and paying for St Hildegarde's to be renovated. Workers stood ready to enter the building once GPCD had finished searching it, all going well production would be restarted before the end of the day./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Far away in an empty back alley the leader and his number one finally stopped running. They bent over with their hands on their knees as they caught their breath./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"OK… OK, If, if we move quickly…"/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Move, I can barely stand."/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Shutup, look if we get the town hall we can still file the property claims on the orphanage and retirement home."/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"OK, OK, just…"/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"They were interrupted by the sound of liquid splattering on the ground. They turned to see Catwoman dressed in her signature black latex costume, leaning sensuously against wall pouring milk over her span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"breasts/span/span, rubbing her body with her free hand./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Mmmmm, full cream, dairy." she purred "all lactose." She licked her fingers clean./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"That, that was unnecessary."/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"So, so gratuitous… So much lactose."/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"She dropped the carton and stalked towards them, swaying her hips, coiled whip in hand./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Now boys, what's this I hear about an orphanage?" her voice was now hard and icy, she fixed them with a hard stare. The pair of stood up and readied to fight, she might be Catwoman, but she was a thief span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"not/span/span a fighter. Still, her unexpected appearance had shaken them./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Catspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"w/span/spanoman smiled coldly, span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"uncoiling her whip/span/span. "span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"Oh that/span/span," she glanced at the milk carton "That wasn't gratuitous, but span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"will /span/spanthis be."/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"She stspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"epped/span/span to one side, out of the shadows behind her span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"strode/span/span another of the city's orphans, Batman./span/span/p
h1 class="western"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Epilogue/span/span/h1
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"On return from Gotham the girls found a place of their own in double-quick time/span/span. They had managed to secure a place that met their needs, Velma wanted an areaspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB" for her/span/span laboratory and experiments while Daphne wanted an area to escape from whatever was happening in the laboratory. Their new home had both a basement and a large summer house but who would get what was an argument that went round and round in circles. span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"A few weeks/span/span after they had moved in Velma busy putting the final touches to the home network while Daphne painted the hallway. Daphne's painting was interrupted by the delivery of a large box from one S Kyle of Gotham. Inside was a note saying that it was a little 'thank you' for the work they had done in Gotham. Daphne's eyebrows shot up when she saw the contents./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Given the oddities of Gotham it wasn't a surprise that it was the hub of the huge fetish industry that had risen up around the various characters, especially the female ones. Daphne span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"picked/span/span up a shiny black latex catsuit an exact replica of that worn by Catwoman, Daphne held it up against herself, it was just her size. Then there was a Batgirl costume, made from the same material as the Catwoman outfit and was about Velma's size. Both span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"outfits had additional concealed openings not found on the original versions. Under the costumes was a selection of padded leather cuffs, /span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"several kinds of /span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"collar, /span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"ballet boots, a corset/span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB", /span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"various hoods, and a set of bondage mittens. Each items bearing /span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"a cat's paw motif stitched into the leather. Nestled /span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"at the bottom /span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"w/span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"ere /span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"nipple clamps and a larg/span/spane ball-gag each with a cat's paw printed on them. Daphne could sense there was a theme here. She looked again in the box. There was something black and shiny coiled up at the bottom, something that made Daphne bite her bottom lip. She dropped the ball-gag and picked up the whip, a smile crept across her face as she ran it through her hands. /span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Oh BatVel! I mean, Velma!" Daphne pulled the coil taught making a snapping noise that sent a shiver down her spine "Just how much do you want that summer house for your laboratory?"/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"It's got to be property related." Daphne flicked through the pile of paper she and her scouts had accumulated "but there are so many leads to follow up. They are aiming for something big, not just lots of land, but a big building?" Daphne rubbed her nose, they were on the verge of cracking it, she could feel it in her bones. /span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"It's worse than that." They turned to see Batgirl enter the room carrying a thick document folder under her arm "That information you've found so far, well I pulled some strings and had it looked over by some legal experts and forensic accountants."/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"We can't afford that." Father Gibbons exclaimed./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Their services have already been paid for by a, benefactor." Batgirl replied./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Is that like the X-factor?" Harley interjected./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Shut-up Harley." Batgirl frowned "The point is these folks have been burning the midnight oil chasing down all those leads. You're right, you've uncovered a big property scam, and even worse it involves the local orphanage and the cookie factory."/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Kyrie eleison," Father Gibbons whispered holding this head in his hands./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"We can't let this happen!" Father Gibbons and Harley exclaimed but for entirely different reasons./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"We won't." Batgirl pulled another document out of the folder "We're going to sell it to them." /span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Jaws hit the floor around the table as Batgirl outlined the lawyers plan. The legal and financial logic was so subtle and convoluted that even Velma struggled to follow it. Then came the arguments about how to make it happen in reality./span/span/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"a name="_GoBack"/a span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Part way in they had a comfort break to give everyone time to decompress, Harley had been dispatched to get some more coffee and doughnuts and Batgirl dispatched to keep Harley out of trouble. With everything all quiet Velma took the opportunity for her own 'comfort break' and went to sit on Daphne's ever welcoming lap. With Velma's head resting on her shoulder, one of the advantaged of being small, Daphne wrappespan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"d/span/span her arms around Velma and closed her eyes. For all her logic, rigour and hard science Velma was always ready for a cuddle with Daphne, somehow Daphne had unlocked the 'warm and fuzzy' side in her and now she didn't care who saw it. To her Daphne was the catalyst that had only done good for her, calming her fears and loving her as she was. It was how they had inadvertently 'announced' their relationship to the boys, having been discovered sleeping on the sofa like this early one morning. /span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Wish Shaggy and Scooby were here right now." Said Daphne as she rested her head on Velma's./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Why?" Velma asked, her brow furrowed, it was rather spoiling the 'moment'./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"We need live bait."/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Ohhhhh. span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"Damn."/span/span/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span lang="en-GB"Precisely."/span/span/span/span/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Once Harley and Batgirl arrived back the meeting reconvened and the real planning begun. Soon they had an agreed plan of attack, Batgirl went off to send the messages and soon Nightwing and Power Girl were on their way to the hall while in uptown offices letters were faxed. Everything was coming into place. Word soon got about that something was was going on, scouts and some of the workers assembled at the hall and milled about. Nobody wanted to leave, just in case something happened. Various people came and went as the plan was put into action all adding to the sense of excitement, especially for the scouts. Inside Harley was bothering Power Girl like an over-excited five year old./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"a name="_DdeLink_862_567370409"/a "span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Can I PG? Pleeeeeeeeease, PG can I say it? Can I say it? Please, please, please, please can I say it? I wanna say it, I wanna say it, I'll be good! Promise!" Harley paused "Pleeeease." She gave Power Girl her best puppy eyes and held her hands together./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Power Girl sighed and held a hand over her eyes "I'll get into so much trouble for this." she said to herself then looked at Harley "OK Harley, off you go."/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Squealing with joy Harley Quinn ran out the building to where the scouts were gathered around span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"her/span/span mallet. Harley rushed up to them, grabbed the mallet, assumed a suitably heroic pose./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Scouts," Harley thrust her mallet towards the heavens "Assemble!" /span/span/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"A while later Batgirl and Power Girl arrived at the factory to see what was going on and to meet the 'new owners' to make the point that they were being watched and by none other than The Justice League itself. They were dutifully shown about by a worker wearing a white coat and a hair and beard net, all hand-made according to the labels. Underneath he wore a tweed suit with a bow-tie. He span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"walked /span/spanthem through the site as it was being made ready to start production again. Like visiting dignitaries they were greeted by and shook hands with carefully groomed and presentable workers at each station along the process. It all looked above board though both of them expressed scepticism that the plan to sell 'artisan' Girl Scout cookies, smaller and 10 times the price of the current ones would be successful, especially in this neighbourhood./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"But it's the taste, that's where the value is, only the finest organic, free range and hand-processed ingredients go into these cookies." /span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Still not going to make them ten times better." Batgirl stroked her chin, unconvinced./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Well, why don't you try some." Power Girl and Batgirl looked at each other and shrugged "This way to our development kitchen where span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"have a/span/span pre-production sample you can try." He motioned for them to follow, the superheroes looked at each other, shrugged then followed, a free cookie was a free cookie after all. The development kitchen was span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"just off/span/span the main mixing hall, a cavernous space with a vat the size of a small house full of cookie batter./span/span/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"The development kitchen was a more cosy affair being half-way between a domestic and a commercial kitchen with a few bits of food testing equipment dotted about the room. Several lab-coated figures were working in the room, mostly running samples thorough the testing equipment. Batgirl gave it the once over, everything appeared to be in order and make sense in the context of what the room was supposed to be. Power Girl peered though the doors to an adjoining room, it looked like a small packing station with various machines and different kinds of boxes. /span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Next door is the packing room for the signature line, that will be made in this kitchen, from scratch by a named cookie master artisan. We're in the process of finalising the packaging." The superheroes gave each other a glance, as if artisan cookiespan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"s/span/span weren't enough. "But back to the matter at hand." Their guide directed them to a long metal table in the middle of the room on which was a plate containing several cookies. Both of them consumed several cookies before each seemed to loose muscle tone and crumpled to the floor where they stood./span/span/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"A special batch, laced with muscle relaxants, sedatives and hand-powdered Kryptonite." Their guide stood over them and signalled to the others in the kitchen "Now, before the effect wears off…"/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"In short order Batgirl had span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"her/span/span spinal chord implant removed, effectively paralysing her from the neck down while a Kryptonite collar was locked round Power Girl's neck making her as weak as a kitten. The pair were then picked up and carried over to a wrapping machine where each was wrapped tightly from neck to toe in span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"several/span/span layers of plastic wrapping before being fed through a banding machine to apply heat sealed straps at regular intervals span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"all the way down the length of their bodies/span/span. For good measure they were fed through the wrapping and banding machines another time before being laid out on the span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"table next to each other. Their mouths were held open, blue plastic bags were pushed inside which were then filled with cookie dough /span/spanuntil their cheeks bulged after which the bags were heat sealed./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Right lads," their 'guide' looked at the people in the room and then at the two helpless heroines "time to take these two to the mixing room and make a 'special batch' of cookies. The two super-heroines were picked up, both of them frantically mewing as they were carried out of the development kitchen and into the main mixing room. They were placed on the gantry next to the large vat of cookie batter and rolled onto their sides so they could see it./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Right ladies, that's where you're going." their heads were held to make them look at the giant vat of batter. "You'll slowly sink in, then eventually suffocate. This'll prove we're a force to be reckoned with, and more importantly make the point of the evils of gluten."/span/span/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Two crooks went to each of their heads, two to their feet. They were simultaneously lifted up then carried to the edge of the gantry overlooking the vat of batter. "Right lads on 3, 1...2…" They were swung back and forth as the guide counted down. Batgirl and Power Girl gave muffled screams as they were tossed into the vat of batter. span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"They landed flat on their backs/span/span each making an indentation of several inches into the mix where they had landed. The villains stood at the safety barriers and laughed at Power Girl's ineffective struggles and Batgirl's panicked movement of her head. One of the crooks ran into the development kitchen and returned with the remaining laced cookies "Want a cookie to chew on while you're waiting to die girls?"/span/span/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"Several minutes passed, the laughter had died down as/span/span it became clear that nothing was happening, span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"neither had sunk much further /span/spanin the batter than the initial depressions they had made when they had landed. Their tour guide checked his pocket watch before polishing his monocle. /span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"This is going to take a while isn't it lads?" he signed as he replaced his monocle "I've a tag team Jenga tournament to get to in a couple of hours and need span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"to check on the cold brew/span/span." he looked at his pocket watch again and signalled to the others to get ready to haul Batgirl and Power Girl out of the vat./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Now, if we wrap some really heavy chains round their ankles that will make them heavy enough to sink, and if we drop them in feet first they'll already be half way under before they know it." /span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"So, does anyone have any chains..." asked another of the crooks/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"A length of chain flew out of nowhere, wrapping itself round the crook's torso, it was then pulled back as fast as it had appeared spinning him away into a nearby wall like he was a spinning top. The remaining crooks spun round to see a bespectacled Power Girl holding a mass of chains up in one hand, she gave them a smile span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"and/span/span raised an eyebrow "Looking for these boys?"/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"It's a trick, it's one of those meddling kids dressed up as her." said the tour guide./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"One/span/span of the crooks grabbed a metal pry bar and charged at Power Girl with the bar raised over his head ready to strike. She let him, the impact shook the bar out of his hand, bouncing it against his forehead and knocking him to the ground. Power Girl puffed some hair off her forehead./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"She picked up the metal bar and used her heat vision span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"to melt it/span/span, just to make the point that she was the real Power Girl./span/span/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"There was a look of panicked recognition over the crooks face, in desperation they began to throw the kryptonite laced cookies aspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"t/span/span her. Most just bounced off her but one lodged itself in her cleavage. /span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Seriously." She gave them the expression span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"usually/span/span reserved for Harley Quinn span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"and/span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB" mutte/span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"red/span/span under her breath about crumbs. The crooks turned to run, only to come face-to-face with the soles of Batgirl's boots as she swung down from an upper gantry, knocking two of them to the ground. Power Girl grabbed a length of chain and used it to yo-yo a couple more of the crooks into the wall. All around the building were the sounds of the hipster mafia doing what they did best, running away. Outside the sounds of multiple police sirens announced the arrival of GCPD to the party./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"The police will get the rest." Batgirl ran to the side of the gantry pointspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"ing/span/span at the figures of Batgirl and Power Girl lying in the batter."PG, I mean Power Girl." /span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"On…" next instant the figures were on the walkway next to Batgirl "...it."/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Oooooh they are so dead, it'll take ages to get this stuff out of my hair!" Daphne was incandescent with rage as span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"Batgirl/span/span pulled the cowl off span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"Daphne/span/span while Power Girl set to freeing them. /span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"Yeah, but /span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"emyou/em/span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB" didn't have to wear contact lenses/span/span." Velma breathed as sigh of relief "Glad you two got everything prepared ahead of time…" It was common knowledge that uncovered vats of emanything/em attracted villains with damsels like bees to a honeypot so it was only natural that if things went span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"pear-shaped/span/span it would be the vat of batter where Daphne and Velma would end up. While the crooks had been focussed on capturing the bait span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"Batgirl/span/span had put a thin plastic sheet over the top of the batter then Power Girl had covered it with several more inches of batter to hide it. The plastic would stop Daphne and Velma sinking in plus prevent the bulk of the mixture being contaminated and so having to be thrown away. /span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"By the time that Daphne and Velma had changed back into their regular clothes, Daphne had cleared out the worst of the batter from her hair and Velma sorted her eyes out it was all but over. The police had managed to round up most of the crooks and were in the process of carting them off to the holding cells. /span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"In all the chaos it/span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB" appeared that the leader and his second-in-command had managed to escape /span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"but Harley /span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"insisted that this wasn't a problem as she'd arrange a 'little surprise' for them./span/span /span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"What?" Harley looked at the raised eyebrows "All above board, went to ta proper authorities."/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Feeling that ignorance was bliss nobody asked any further questions about Harley's 'arrangement'. Batgirl called the scouts together and to much cheering announced that the Wayne Foundation would be sponsoring the scouts and paying for St Hildegarde's to be renovated. Workers stood ready to enter the building once GPCD had finished searching it, all going well production would be restarted before the end of the day./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Far away in an empty back alley the leader and his number one finally stopped running. They bent over with their hands on their knees as they caught their breath./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"OK… OK, If, if we move quickly…"/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Move, I can barely stand."/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Shutup, look if we get the town hall we can still file the property claims on the orphanage and retirement home."/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"OK, OK, just…"/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"They were interrupted by the sound of liquid splattering on the ground. They turned to see Catwoman dressed in her signature black latex costume, leaning sensuously against wall pouring milk over her span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"breasts/span/span, rubbing her body with her free hand./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Mmmmm, full cream, dairy." she purred "all lactose." She licked her fingers clean./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"That, that was unnecessary."/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"So, so gratuitous… So much lactose."/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"She dropped the carton and stalked towards them, swaying her hips, coiled whip in hand./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Now boys, what's this I hear about an orphanage?" her voice was now hard and icy, she fixed them with a hard stare. The pair of stood up and readied to fight, she might be Catwoman, but she was a thief span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"not/span/span a fighter. Still, her unexpected appearance had shaken them./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Catspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"w/span/spanoman smiled coldly, span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"uncoiling her whip/span/span. "span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"Oh that/span/span," she glanced at the milk carton "That wasn't gratuitous, but span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"will /span/spanthis be."/span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"She stspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"epped/span/span to one side, out of the shadows behind her span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"strode/span/span another of the city's orphans, Batman./span/span/p
h1 class="western"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Epilogue/span/span/h1
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"On return from Gotham the girls found a place of their own in double-quick time/span/span. They had managed to secure a place that met their needs, Velma wanted an areaspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB" for her/span/span laboratory and experiments while Daphne wanted an area to escape from whatever was happening in the laboratory. Their new home had both a basement and a large summer house but who would get what was an argument that went round and round in circles. span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"A few weeks/span/span after they had moved in Velma busy putting the final touches to the home network while Daphne painted the hallway. Daphne's painting was interrupted by the delivery of a large box from one S Kyle of Gotham. Inside was a note saying that it was a little 'thank you' for the work they had done in Gotham. Daphne's eyebrows shot up when she saw the contents./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Given the oddities of Gotham it wasn't a surprise that it was the hub of the huge fetish industry that had risen up around the various characters, especially the female ones. Daphne span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"picked/span/span up a shiny black latex catsuit an exact replica of that worn by Catwoman, Daphne held it up against herself, it was just her size. Then there was a Batgirl costume, made from the same material as the Catwoman outfit and was about Velma's size. Both span style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"outfits had additional concealed openings not found on the original versions. Under the costumes was a selection of padded leather cuffs, /span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"several kinds of /span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"collar, /span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"ballet boots, a corset/span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB", /span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"various hoods, and a set of bondage mittens. Each items bearing /span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"a cat's paw motif stitched into the leather. Nestled /span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"at the bottom /span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"w/span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"ere /span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span lang="en-GB"nipple clamps and a larg/span/spane ball-gag each with a cat's paw printed on them. Daphne could sense there was a theme here. She looked again in the box. There was something black and shiny coiled up at the bottom, something that made Daphne bite her bottom lip. She dropped the ball-gag and picked up the whip, a smile crept across her face as she ran it through her hands. /span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"Oh BatVel! I mean, Velma!" Daphne pulled the coil taught making a snapping noise that sent a shiver down her spine "Just how much do you want that summer house for your laboratory?"/span/span/p