Chapter 9

Barbara shoots out as soon as the Batwing quickly flies past the area where GCPD is before opening her cape to glide. She sees Batman, Robin, and her father on the roof of GCPD discussing something. She assumes that they were waiting for her to get there before dropping down and walking towards them with a woman empowered walk.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, boys." Barbara spoke with a little sass.

Batman turned around, his cape swirling dramatically. "Batgirl, we need to talk."

"Yeah, I know. You told me that Joker and Harley escaped Arkham." Barbara folded her arms before looking at her father. "How?."

Commissioner Gordon's face was etched with worry. "They had help. We're still piecing it together, but it seems they had inside help."

Batgirl's eyes widened. "Inside?. Who could be that stupid?."

Robin shrugged. "Money talks."

Batman's gaze was unyielding. "And we know the Joker has plenty of that. We have enough problems as is."

"Yes, especially that new vigilante that is quickly making a name," said Jim.

"My sources say it's a he and his name is ISO." Barbara looked at Batman and Robin. "He is a huge game changer."

"Did you find any information about him?. Did you get the chance to see him?."Bruce asked.

"So far I know his name means equal and become one. As for getting the chance to see him?. Yeah, I wish. He is using our playbook." lied Barbara.

Bruce raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. He knew better than to question Barbara's intel. "Alright. Me and Robin are going to an ideal location where he and Harley might be. Gordon, keep an eye on the city, and let us know if anything pops up. Batgirl, you find out everything you can about ISO. We need to know who we're dealing with full-time."

Barbara nodded firmly. "On it." She turned on her heel and leaped off the roof, her cape fluttering as she disappeared into the night sky.

"Where is the big guy?." Tim asked before calling the other Batwing that has two seats.

Bruce looked at the map on his gauntlet. "We're going to the old amusement park. It's one of the Joker's favorite hideouts."

"And it's been abandoned for ages, which makes it perfect for a maniac like him." Tim's voice was grim.

The Batwing flew over before Batman and Robin used their grappling gear to zipped them up before flying away. Gordon returned back inside and did his part. Barbara called her motorcycle and floored to go resume her thing with ISO. Yes, she lied to Bruce and the others but she figured that it will be in her best interest to be entitled in making this her own case and her own criminal. She is determined to get her man. Barbara felt her vagina start to tingle in pleasure when thinking about ISO tonight. He is an asshole to be sure but she can't lie on how hot he looked in his costume.

"Let's see if I can find him." Barbara said before hearing Alfred.

"I hate to interrupt your search, Miss Gordon, but there is a report of drug dealing activity nearby. I'm assuming it's the Clips cartel. The Black Eyed's rivals are muscling on their turf, after our new friend has eliminated them permanently." Alfred said in the comms.

"His name is ISO, Alfred. And yeah, he did a number on them. Where is the drug dealing taking place?." Barbara spoke while doing a wheelie for fun.

"It's at the docks, Miss Gordon. Warehouse 13. It's a known Black Eyed stronghold. Formerly of course."

Barbara nodded, feeling the engine of her motorcycle roar beneath her as she sped towards the docks. The night air was damp and cold, the kind that sent chills down her spine, but she was too focused on the task at hand to notice. The anticipation of seeing ISO again was like a drug, and she couldn't wait to get her hands on him both literally and figuratively. She knew that she should be concentrating on the Joker and Harley, but there was something about this new vigilante that had her hooked. As she approached the warehouse, Barbara could see the flicker of flashlights and the murmur of voices.

She parked her motorcycle in the shadows, taking a moment to compose herself. She knew that she was walking into a dangerous situation, but she had been trained for this. Slipping off her helmet, she let her hair down, feeling the strands of red flow freely in the wind as she tightened her grip on her double nightsticks. The criminals had no idea what was about to hit them.

The doors to the warehouse were wide open, and Barbara could hear the sounds of a scuffle inside. She peeked through a crack in the wall, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and boldness. The warehouse was dimly lit, with a few flickering lights swinging from the ceiling. Several burly men in leather jackets were scattered around the place, and she spotted a few crates of smuggled drugs. It was clear they were trying to take over the abandoned territory. She took the moment to tap the wall with her fist quietly until seeing that it was paper tin.

"Showtime." Barbara used her strength and busted down the wall surprising the thugs.

"Batgirl!." said one of them.

Barbara sees one loading his gun to fire. "No you don't, chump."

Barbara swings into the room with a graceful flip, her nightsticks ignited in electric mode. The first thug tries to aim at her, but she's already too close. With a swift strike, she knocks the gun from his hand, sending it skittering across the concrete floor. He stumbles backward, swearing as she lands in front of him.

The others draw their weapons, but they're too slow. Barbara's sticks crackle with energy as she slices through the air, a blur of red and black. One by one, they fall to the ground, incapacitated but alive. She doesn't kill; that's not her style. As the last thug hits the deck, she looks around the warehouse, searching for any signs of ISO. So far none. She went over to one coward in the corner and pinned him.

Barbara leaned in. "Feeling lucky, thug?."

The man cowered, his eyes wide with terror. "L-lucky? No, please, Batgirl, I don't know nothin' about no ISO!."

"Oh, so you heard about him. Guessing you know who killed your rival cartel. The Black Eyed." said Barbara, looking vicious.

The thug nodded frantically, his voice shaking. "Y-yeah, it's all over the streets. He's a ghost, Batgirl. No one's seen his face, but they say he's got power. Real power."

"Not a ghost exactly but the power he has. Tell you what. If you can tell me where your cartel's place of operations is, then I'll give you a good break. Deal?." Barbara spoke like a street dealer.

The thug nodded quickly, his eyes darting around for an escape route that wasn't there. "Y-yeah, okay. We got a place on the East Side, a factory. It's where we keep the goods before shipping them out. That is it."

Barbara leaned closer, her breath hot on his ear. "Good boy. Now, here is your break."

Barbara instantly slams him down and uses her foot to knock him out cold. "Now, off to that hideout. If ISO found the main hideout for Black Eyed cartel, then I know he will be there." She pressed her earpiece. "Alfred, call GCPD for pickup. I made a good bust."

"Very well, Miss Gordon. The officers are on their way." Alfred's voice remained calm and collected even amidst the chaos.

Barbara nodded. "Good. I know where the Clip's hideout is located. I bet ISO is there. I'm going down there."

Alfred's voice was a mix of concern and admiration. "Be careful, Miss Gordon. ISO is a whole different game."

"That's the kind of man I want in my life." Barbara spoke out without thinking.

"I'm sorry...what?." Alfred tried to reheat it.

Barbara blushed slightly, realizing what she had said. "I mean, he's a challenge. Someone who can match wits with the Bat-family. That's all." She tried to recover her composure, but the blush remained.

She got back on her motorcycle and burned rubber.

The East Side was a cesspool of Gotham's underbelly, but Barbara had been patrolling these streets for years. She knew every alleyway, every rooftop. The factory was a fortress of steel and concrete, surrounded by a chain-link fence that was more for show than protection. Barbara knew that the real security would be inside. She parked her motorcycle a few blocks away and approached on foot, sticking to the shadows. She swung over to any rooftop and tried to find a way in when seeing automatic machine guns scanning and being on guard. Along with guards with guns walking around.

"Looks desant." Barbara commented when looking.

"You are a stubborn redhead bimbo for not comprehending what I told you a few hours ago." CJ turned visible as he literally is sitting right beside Batgirl, who had a jumped scare.

Barbara's heart skipped a beat, her hand instinctively reaching for her batarang before she realized it was him. "ISO. What the hell are you doing sneaking up on me?!" she hissed.

CJ looked at Barbara. "Actually I was right here the whole time until you came over here. I wanted to alert you but got too distracted."

"By what?" Barbara glared at him.

CJ tilted his head. "By taking the moment to lift your cape up to see that nice fat ass of yours."

Barbara's cheeks burned with anger and embarrassment. "That's not funny, ISO. That is being a pervert!."

CJ used his Wolverine scent capability. "Your mouth says one thing but your dripping pussy is saying something else. Assuming no man never makes you feel really wanted. I can tell that the guy you're probably dating is flashing you with fancy takeouts and not focusing on your body. Women have needs. Sexual needs that is."

Barbara's grip on her nightsticks tightened. "That's none of your business, asshole. And for the record, I don't date."

"You are an awful liar. Just like my friend girl " ISO shook his head. "Bet you're a Daddy's girl too."

Barbara's eyes narrowed. "I don't need a man to validate me. And I don't need you to tell me about my life."

"True. You just need a man to love, take care, and pamper you. I can see in your eyes that you hate the life you have outside of this. You hate going out here and working in a man's world rather than staying home in your comfort zone and feeling confident. Plus, you want to fuck so bad." CJ said seeing her blushed red and saw her legs crossed, before seeing her holding her womanhood. He grinned in his mask. "Looks like someone needs their needy hot pussy eaten."

Barbara felt a jolt of anger and desire, which made her even more furious. "Keep your fantasies to yourself, ISO. We have work to do." She tried to sound firm, but her voice wavered slightly.

"We?. No, this is my work." CJ looked back at the thugs. "And keep your mind out of my dick."

Barbara rolled her eyes. "Fine, but we're both after the same thing here."

"Oh, now you are admitting that you want me. And we just met tonight." CJ chuckled and looked at the thugs. "Time to kill."

Barbara clenched her teeth, trying to ignore the sudden rush of arousal that his words brought. "Not what I meant, and you're not helping."

CJ busted out moving his hands to use Doctor Strange's ability to make multiple copies of himself before pulling out the Wolverine claws and went to kill the thugs. Barbara quickly dropped down to make the attempt to save the thugs from being killed by ISO.

"Hey! No killing!. We need them alive!." Barbara called out.

CJ ripped a man's face off and threw it at Barbara, who caught it and immediately dropped in utter shock when seeing the heavy blood on her hands. "Shut the fuck up, redhead and let me work."

Barbara stared at the grotesque sight before her, momentarily stunned. She had seen a lot in her time as Batgirl, but the sheer brutality of ISO's actions was something new. It was a stark reminder that, no matter how alluring he might be, he was a killer, a vigilante that played by his own twisted rules.

"Keep up the good work, CJ, that bitch in tights is left stunned." Lola spoke with a chuckle.

CJ stumped a guy in the gut before using that man's gun and shoved it in his mouth before firing it. "That is nice to hear."

Barbara looked away from the horror, her stomach turning. This was not what she signed up for. She was a hero, not a killer. But she knew she couldn't let him go on a rampage without trying to stop him. She took a deep breath and leaped into the fray, her nightsticks at the ready. She lay a hot but CJ quickly blocked it without looking before pushing her off. More thugs came rushing in armored and ready to attack.

"You're not going anywhere." CJ whispered in her ear. His voice was smooth, his eyes filled with a fiery rage that sent chills down Barbara's spine.

Barbara pushed herself off the ground, ignoring the sticky mess of blood and gore beneath her. She couldn't let ISO go on like this. "You're out of line, dude. These people have information we need. Like their trade partners and stuff "

"Less talking and more kicking some ass." CJ spoke before snapping another goon's neck.

Barbara watched in horror as ISO's brutal efficiency laid waste to the thugs. His methods were nothing like what she and the Bat-family stood for, but she couldn't deny the effectiveness. Her mind raced with conflicting emotions: anger, disgust, and an odd attraction to his power. She knew she had to focus on the mission, to save lives and bring justice, not to indulge in any dark desires. One thing led to another, she shockingly stood watching him kill the leader by ripping his spine right out just by pulling his head.

"That was fun." CJ spoke while dusting his hands. He looked at Batgirl. "What no smart self-righteous comments?."

Barbara felt sick but also oddly excited by the display of power. "Why do you kill?."

CJ looked at her. "You really don't know what it's like to want to rip the world apart sometimes?. The real world is full of wrong and society is crooked. If it wasn't then we wouldn't be involved. The difference is you and your family play by the rules of a broken and shattered society and government system. I, on the other hand, play by the rules of the victims."

Barbara couldn't argue with that. She had seen too much pain and suffering in Gotham to disagree, but she knew that crossing the line into killing was something she could never do. "We can't just take the law into our own hands like that. There's a reason we have laws and prisons."

"Don't you ever feel like you aren't helping the innocent?. Do you feel like you're playing with their lives by putting killers, pedophiles, rapists, and thugs who give drugs to children in jail just so they can do it all again, as soon as they leave their cells?." CJ got deep with his questions.

Barbara took a moment to consider his words. "It's a flawed system, yes, but it's all we have. We can't just go around killing everyone we think deserves it."

"There's a good couple of pedophiles in Gotham. Some are kidnapping both boys and girls and using them to make kiddie porn pictures or make disgusting cinema pictures for shady movie theaters. What are you going to do about it? Lock them up and wait until they get out and do it again?. If you say yes in your own words without making it sound like a 'What The Actual Fuck' response, then by truth you are a huge supporter and endorser for child pornography. I bet all of your browser searching history is all child porn, right?." CJ shoots back.

Barbara's heart sank. She knew he had a point but she couldn't just agree with him. "We can't just become killers, ISO. We're the good guys. Well, my family is."

"So, you do like kids in a sexual way. You sick bitch." CJ folded his arms.

Barbara's eyes narrowed. "That's not what I meant, and you know it. I don't condone sexual acts with minors. That is disgusting and someone deserves eternal hell."

CJ leaned in closer to Barbara, his eyes piercing through his mask. "But you are okay with letting them roam free to do it again, aren't you?. That is what you're saying."

Barbara's jaw clenched. "We're not monsters, ISO. We give them a chance to redeem themselves."

"You're going to break soon. That bullshit that Batman has been feeding you is going to slowly fester and begin to have terrible signs of issues like type two diabetes." CJ got closer. "Your heart is in the right place but your mind isn't. Tell you what, I'll offer you a spot with me and help clean this city for good. We can be partners."

Barbara gave in with hope. "No sidekicks?."

"No sidekicks." CJ responded. "Just partners."

Barbara's heart raced. The offer was tempting, but she knew it went against everything she believed in. "I can't. I swore to uphold the law, not break it."

CJ nodded"You'll come around one day. Until then..."

He used Nightcrawler's powers to poof behind Barbara before turning her around. Then he mentally ordered his face mask to open in symbiote form and placed his lips on Batgirl's lips. Her eyes widened in shock at this moment and wanted to immediately push him off her before kicking him in the balls. However, she is lying to herself as she loves his lips on hers.

Her body responds to his touch, her breasts pressing against his chest, and her tongue instinctively reaching out to dance with his. The taste of him is intoxicating, like a mix of mint and danger. She feels her body betraying her, her cape fluttering in the breeze as she kisses him back, her hands gripping his shoulders for support. Barbara hates to admit it but she in fact loves bad boys. And see half of his face, she is starting to get into black men.

But as quickly as it began, CJ pulls away, leaving Barbara breathless and her mind racing with confusion. "You're just like my best friend. Too soft. Too naive." He says before looking down at her goods. "But I know I can change that. Just gotta work on it though."

Barbara's cheeks are flushed with a mix of anger and arousal, she can feel her pussy was wet and swollen. "What the hell are you trying to do to me?" she growled.

CJ chuckled as he slowly realized that he isn't acting like himself but he lets it run its course. "What every guy wants to do. Make you their bitch. And with that sweet mouth and tight cunt, you're going to be mine."

Barbara felt a surge of anger and slapped him hard across the face, the sound echoing through the night. "I am not a prize to be won, ISO. And I will never be anyone's bitch."

CJ took the hit with a smirk, not even bothering to flinch. "Suit yourself." He said, before vanishing again with Nightcrawler's teleportation. "Guess you don't want me to take my responsibility for doing that to you." He pointed at her vagina as he smelled her juices spilling.

Barbara stood there, trembling with rage and confusion. She couldn't believe he had kissed her, and she had kissed him back. The audacity of this man was unmatched. She quickly shook it off and went back to the task at hand. She had to get the information on the Clips' operations to Bruce and Gordon. But the taste of him lingered on her lips, a taste she surprisingly didn't want to wash away. "C...Can you eat me?."

CJ looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "What did you just say?."

Barbara's cheeks went crimson with embarrassment. "I said, can you eat me as in can you consume my pussycat?."

CJ's eyes widened. "Oh, I see." He chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a thrill through Barbara's core despite herself. "Well, that's quite the offer, Batgirl. I did say that women have needs. Is your comms off?."

Barbara nodded. "Yes. I turned off my location before I got here."

CJ nodded and can tell that she wants to have a solo profession from Batman and Robin. "Excellent. Now, get on this desk and lay down."

Barbara looked at the desk with confusion before looking at ISO. "Why?."

"Why?." CJ mocked her. "You want me to eat your pussy don't you?."

Barbara felt the heat rise in her face and nodded, unsure why she was being so brazen. CJ smirked and pushed her down onto the cold, metal desk before pulling her utility belt off and ripped her leather pants down to her ankles. "You're going to regret this." Barbara whispered.

"That is if I can't make you feel good, let alone feel wanted and loved. You want me to make you feel like it right?." asked CJ, when having his hands on the edge of Batgirl's cute Scooby Doo panties.

Barbara nodded, her eyes half-lidded with desire. She felt a mix of embarrassment and excitement, knowing that she was about to cross a line she never thought she would. "Just...just don't tell anyone." she managed to whisper. "Keep it between us."

"Sounds like we have a romantic relationship. You and I are getting to know each other too well in one night. I'm not complaining." CJ said before pulling her panties down. "Wow, your vagina is straight up overflowing with your juices. The front of your panties are soaked."

Barbara's face went redder than a tomato. "Just do it. No talking."

CJ smirked and leaned down, his tongue flicking out to taste Barbara's wetness. She gasped as he began to lick her slit, his rough hands gripping her thighs to keep her in place. Barbara couldn't believe she was shamelessly willing in letting a psychopath vigilant like ISO to have his way with her, but she had to admit, it felt amazing. His tongue was skilled, moving in circles around her clit before dipping inside her. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter as he worked, her body responding to his touch despite her mind screaming at her to stop but went ignored for her own longed needs. CJ began to wrap his mouth on her vagina and sucked like it was a big fresh sliced over juicy peach.

Her breath hitched as he inserted a finger, then another, pumping them in and out as he licked and sucked. Barbara's eyes rolled back in her head, her hands fisting in her hair as she moaned out loud. She had never felt this way before, so open and exposed, so utterly at someone's mercy. It was fucking awesome, but also incredibly exhilarating. CJ could feel Barbara's body tense up, her breathing getting faster. He knew she was close to climax. He inserted a third finger and began to rub her G-spot with vigorous strokes, his tongue never leaving her clit.

"You like that, don't you?." CJ asked before slurping her up.

Barbara couldn't help but moan in pleasure, her body arching off the desk. "Yes...yes, I do." she admitted through gritted teeth. "I never let any of my two ex boyfriends touch, sniff, penetrate or suck my vagina. You're the first."

CJ smirks, his tongue not stopping for a moment. "Well, I'm flattered. But I'm not your average Joe, am I?. Also, you're my first as well."

Barbara's eyes snapped open, surprised by his confession. "We're both virgins. Hehehe, small world."

CJ's tongue paused for a second. "Yeah, it is a small world after all." He winked before diving back down to lick and suck her clit. "Mmmm, you taste so good. What did you eat before nightfall?."

Barbara couldn't help but let out a giggle. "It's called a clit, you know." She moaned, her body quivering with pleasure. "And I had a salad that I ordered from Olive Garden with extra Italian dressing. Why?."

CJ chuckled around her clit. "Just making conversation, baby." He said before diving back in. Barbara's body tensed as she felt an orgasm approaching. She had never been this close to climax with anyone before. She never climaxed at all. "Oh...my...god...I'm...I'm..."

Her words trailed off as her body was wracked with pleasure. She screamed out as she came, her juices squirting all over CJ's face and mask. He pulled back, a smug look on his face as he licked his lips. "Not bad for a first timer, huh?."

Barbara looked down at him, panting heavily. She felt a mix of emotions of good embarrassment, pleasure, and a strange sense of belonging. She had never felt this way with anyone, not even with her two exes. "What...what do we do now?." she asked, her voice trembling.

"Now, we just go our separate ways and hope we cross paths tomorrow night. That is if you want to." CJ said, putting his face mask back on.

Barbara looked at him while pulling her panties and pants back up and got off the desk, while she was still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm. "What if I want more now?." she asked, her voice a mix of lust and confusion.

"Getting greedy I see." CJ pulls her into a warm embracing hug. "You need a lot of attention. I'm assuming your exes never got this far with you, am I right?."

Barbara nods into his chest, feeling a strange comfort in his arms. "They never knew what I really liked. They just did their thing without caring if it felt good for me. I didn't click with any one of them. I always refuse them from getting in bed with me."

CJ nods. "Well, I'm happy to be the first to make you cum."

Barbara looked up at him with a look of wonder. She began to rub his mask. "Who is the man behind that ISO mask?."

CJ enjoyed Batgirl's touch as it felt so loving. "I wonder the same thing about you as well."

Barbara's eyes searched his masked face, looking for any hint of who he truly was. "Guess we have to find out for each other our own fun way, huh?."

CJ sees her grin. "Same. See ya."

He vanishes and leaves Barbara alone to feel good about herself. Her heart keeps pounding emotionally.

Barbara stood there for a moment, her body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. She quickly composed herself, realizing the gravity of the situation. "I can't believe I just did that." she whispered to herself, her eyes scanning the room for any signs that ISO left behind but none to found. "I'm calling it a night."

Her thoughts were racing as she made her way back to the Batcycle, her cape fluttering in the Gotham breeze. The encounter with ISO had shaken her to the core, challenging her beliefs and making her question her own desires. She knew she had to report back to Bruce and Gordon, but she couldn't shake the feeling of excitement that lingered from their intimate moment. It was a line she never thought she would cross, and yet here she was, feeling alive and wanted in a way she never had before.

"Next time when I see him again, I am going to suck him. Bet his little friend is BBC size." Barbara blushed red with the idea of having it in her virgin mouth. "Might want to practice my deep throating with some sausages at my apartment."

Barbara's thoughts were racing as she rode the Batcycle through the dark streets of Gotham, the wind in her hair and the taste of ISO's mouth still lingering on her lips. She knew that she had to keep her encounter with him a secret from the Bat-family, but the excitement and thrill of the night's events were hard to contain. As she approached the Clock Tower, she took a deep breath and composed herself, pushing her desires and newfound emotions to the side for now. Once taken her suit off and takes the ride back into her apartment she hears her door knock. She opens the door to see CJ having a nice size bottle of white wine in hand.

"Hey, Barb, I thought since I'm feeling a bit better, I figured that we should share a few glasses together at your place. If you're into wine that is." said CJ, with a warm smile. "My doctor told me that I need to drink some to balance my health."

Barbara felt a mix of surprise and excitement as she opened the door wider for CJ to enter. She had never invited a man that is not her boyfriend except for her father to her place. "White wine, huh?. You got a good taste." She took the bottle from him and led him to the living room. "Is this the sweet kind?."

"Definitely." CJ sat down on the couch.

Barbara went to the kitchen and grabbed two wine glasses. She filled them both up and handed one to CJ before sitting next to him. "Want ice cubes in your cup?. Wine like this tastes way better with ice."

CJ took the glass and chuckled. "No, I'm good with it just like this. Besides, I don't drink it for the taste, I drink it for the effect." He raised his glass up with a friendly smile. "Cheers?."

Barbara nodded and clinked her glass with his. "Cheers." she said before taking a sip. The wine was cold and had a sweet taste to it. "Mmmm, damn that is some good grapes."

CJ took a sip and nodded. "It's from my personal stash. I don't get to enjoy the finer things in life much. Since I am a cop."

"How true." Barbara took a big gulp of her drink before pouring another glass full while CJ watched with caution.

"I can see that wino traits run on your mom's side." CJ commented.

Barbara blushed and took another sip, trying to ignore his teasing. "Hey, it's been a long night." She leaned back into the couch, the leather cool against her bare skin. She had changed into a simple tank top and shorts after her shower, feeling more comfortable in her own skin than she had in a long time. "Wanna watch some TV?."

CJ nodded before refilling his glass. "Sounds good."

(A/N): Happy Halloween!.