Batgirl and Killer Moth in:  Suburban Secrets!

Killer Moth flitted over the rooftops, his flight back emitting a strained humming noise as it struggled to function is spite of the damage to his wings.  He could barely keep himself level, his heels clipping on water towers and antennas as he prayed for it to hold out just long enough.  He angrily smacked the harness as he suddenly dropped and found himself needing to run across a corrugated roof to keep up momentum before leaping across the gap between buildings and catching the updraft that would carry him to the other side.  Throughout it all he could hear the rhythmic "PFFFFT" of a grapple gun launching its line, signifying his pursuer was still in the chase.  He turned himself skyward and prepared for a steep dive into the car park a block away, hoping to buy himself some time as his foe would need to reorient herself to follow.  As he started rising the anguished hum of his pack turned into a crackling shriek as his lift disappeared and fell to the roof below, the damage to his wings preventing them from doing more than slowing his fall from leg-breaking to bruising.  After the TWACK of his body hitting the tar paper he laid there groaning until he heard the thump of boots landing on the roof and forced himself to rise.  With pained slowness he pulled himself to his feet only to offer nothing but a weary sigh at the sight in front of him.

"Tag!" smirked Batgirl, twirling her grappling gun before holstering it, her other hand holding a taser whose lines led directly to his flight rig, "You're it."

Moth stood up straight and rolled his shoulders back.  "You..." he winced as he shifted his weight, "you had to drop me 20 feet?"

"You were going for the car park, hoping to lose me while I swung around to follow you."  She wagged her finger at him.  "I'm beginning to think you're trying to avoid me."

"Yeah, well-"  Moth threw a fast suckerpunch, nailing Batgirl in the jaw, "No avoiding you now."

He followed with a wild hook hoping to keep her off balance, only for her to block and retaliate with an open palm to his faceplate.  As he reeled back she twisted him into an armbar, putting pressure to force him to the ground.  Quickly he slapped the release mechanism on his wings, the unfurling wings smacking Batgirl in the back of the head and causing her grip to slip.  Bodychecking her to the ground he raised his fists only to see a pair of handcuffs dangling from his wrist.

"Little early for these, don't you think?"

"Just setting up for the grand finale."

With a quick flick of her wrist she flung a batarang at him.  He quickly dodged only to realize her diversion as the micro-flashbang landed in front of him and greeted him with a disorienting BANG.  Before he could recover he was hit with a strong kick to the chest that sent him reeling towards the machinery that jutted from the roof.  Thrown off balance by his still open wings, he could do little but throw his hands up as he crashed into the assortment of pipes and pumps.  Impact was followed by what felt like a knee to his kidney and all he could do to follow up was twist and swing his arm wide in hopes of hitting her.  Unfortunately, instead of the satisfaction of a backhand he felt her grabbing his wrist.  He moved to stop her, only to find that during her last attack she had managed to attach the dangling cuffs to one of the pipes.

"You have got to be-UFFF"  Springing forward, Batgirl used the opening to deliver a wind-up punch to his solar plexus that knocked the breath out of him.  Raggedly sucking in air, he could offer no resistance as she slapped cuffs on his other wrist and hooked them to another pipe.  Dumbfounded, he could only pull helpless against the pipes and kick at the vigilante standing in front of him.  Grabbing his boot, she hooked it over her shoulder and grabbed his other leg, sweeping him off his feet and unceremoniously dropping him flat on his back, unable to move due to his cuffed arms.

"And now," she said moving to his side, "for the grand finale."  And with that, she swept her cape out of the way, and sat down on him, crossing her legs.  "I had fun tonight, you know?  Usually you don't go for this cat and mouse stuff."

"Enjoy it all you can, Batgirl!  I'll..." he stopped, suddenly realizing just how tired he was.

"Awww c'mon, Mothy, I live for this moment.  Don't leave me hanging."

Killer Moth sighed heavily, "I'll get you next time."

She leaned down and undid the strap of his helmet, revealing a weary and angry Drury Walker, upon whom she planted a heavy kiss.

"You'll get me right now."

Spinning around she straddled him, sliding down to press her body against his as she slipped her tongue between his lips, the cuffs rattling against the pipes as he tried to wrap his arms around her.  After a few moments she pulled back, noticing a trepidation from her supervillain paramour.

"Is something wrong?  I didn't crack a rib did I?"

"No, it's just...It's nothing, just a little worn out I guess."

"It's okay to lay there when you're tied down."  She leaned in and kissed his neck, smiling inwardly as she noted he was wearing cologne, and began to nibble on his ear.

"Can we do something different tonight?"

Batgirl raised her head and cocked an eye at him. "It's your turn to dig roof gravel out of your asscrack, Dru."

"Not that.  I was wondering if maybe you wanted to head back to my place."

"I've been to your 'safehouse' before, with its prison cot and toilet next to the hotplate, and while it does have that sleazy, basement studio, cyberpunk charm, it's definitely a special circumstances kind of thing."  She patted his chest and smiled dismissively, wiggling her ass against his crotch as she leaned in for another kiss.

"No," he said as her lips brushed his, "my actual, you know, house."

Batgirl sat back up.  "I don't know," she said as she drummed her fingers on his chest with irritation, "it sounds a little...," she glanced aside for a moment then look him in the eyes, "...domestic."

"That's kind of the point."  He tried to move his arms only to be stopped by the cuffs.  "You won.  You stopped me from breaking into that server farm.  You chased me here and tied me down.  But I also took a twenty foot fall and a couple of punches and kicks, and I'm feeling it.  And you gotta be feeling swinging all those blocks, that smack to the head, and the shot to the jaw."  Batgirl opened her mouth to argue, but after having a moment for the adrenaline to wear off, couldn't help but notice just how sore her shoulders were.  "We've been doing naughty for a couple of weeks now, why not take a night off and be boringly normal?"

"Ehhhhhhh."

"Okay, picture it like this.  You and me get off this roof, head over to my place, order whatever takeout is still open, find something on the tv, and just be.  You know?  Plus we can choose from my bed, couch, shower, or hammock."

"Oh.  My.  God.  HAHA!"  Batgirl threw her head back and laughed as she drummed on his chest.  "Oh my god.  Did you, did you just invite me over to Netflix and chill?"

"No one says "Netflix and chill' anymore."

Giggling, she planted another kiss on him, "you totally did.  Alright, Mr. Moth, I'm game if only because a pint of greaseball Chinese sounds pretty great right now.  But," she paused before unlocking his cuffs, "if this is just an excuse to suckerpunch me again and escape I'm kicking you in the balls until your cup shatters."

"Just wear something slutty when you do."

She pulled him to his feet and helped him dust off.  "So where is home base?  Do you have a Moth lair?  A hive?  The Sweater Drawer?  Cocoon?  Please don't tell me it's the Closet."

"I have a house in Sprangville."

Staring strangely at him for a second, Batgirl again burst out into laughter, "THE SUBURBS?  Killer Moth has a house in the suburbs!"

"Who the fuck would want to actually live in Gotham?  Anyways I've got the Mothmobile parked at 16th and Veerman, meet me there and just follow me."

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Batgirl followed the day-glo muscle car as it wove through late night traffic, surprised at just how much it blended in with the wings retracted and running lights turned off.  Together they glided down the interstate under orange sodium lamps, merging onto Adams Bridge and leaving behind the forest of gothic stone and shining glass spires as they crossed the river.  Before them lay the twinkling lights of Riverport, it's marinas jutting into the water as they cut apart the beach parks and boardwalk.  As the pair turned off the interstate Batgirl couldn't help but feel nervous and exposed.  In Gotham she was but one of millions, scurrying amid the urban maze, but here sitting at a stoplight between gas stations, restaurants, and boutiques she felt as if she was wriggling under the head of a pin.  Quickly she detached her cape and stuffed it into a compartment in her Batcycle, hoping it would be enough for her to hide from the prying eyes of empty shop windows and heavy-lidded drivers.

After a few minutes they had run the gauntlet of Riverport and she began to breathe easy as the commercial buildings and overpriced condos gave way to tree-lined roads and privacy fences.  She followed her lover as they snaked through the winding roads of Hillside, it's opulent, palisaded terraces overlooking Gotham, allowing a perfect view of whatever current tragedy is befalling it from perfect safety.  It reminded her of the dinner parties and political functions that accompanied her father's position and she was glad to be just passing through.  How many of Gotham's villains, she wondered, even bothered to wear costumes?

The arrival of streetlights carving dots of brightness in the night heralded their arrival in Sprangville.  She was relieved when Dru turned off the main road and headed away from the center town; not that she disliked the, somewhat manufactured, quaint downtown of overpriced shops and what few straggling small businesses remained from before the town was turned into an exurban conclave, but because she could feel that paranoia creeping up on her again.  City girls and skulduggery don't quite mix with open spaces.  After a few minutes passing by various housing developments, he slowed down and turned into the entrance of one.  She noticed that compared to the others this one looked a little rundown, the wide, moat-like ditch was overgrown, the gate poorly lit, and a general look about it of better days.  After the first few blocks she also noticed the houses getting farther apart, empty lots dotting the neighborhood, some looking like they had never been cleared for development to begin with.  Dru turned into the driveway of a surprisingly large two-story house, replete with front yard garden, fireplace, and porch, and opened the garage door.  She pulled her motorcycle in between the Mothmobile and a older model SUV and was surprised by the mundanity of it all.  Two bikes hanging on the wall, some tool boxes and a workbench, some plastic tubs full of old toys, and lawn equipment.

"What do you think?" asked Dru ask he stepped out of the car.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but it's nicer than I expected."

"It's alright, most people don't expect it.  I got it for a steal."

"Ayyyyyyyy."

"I'm serious, the housing development fell through halfway through phase one, some kind of dispute involving the original owners of the land it's built on, investors got spooked, everything was sold cheap, and I got this place for half of what they originally wanted.  C'mon, kitchen's this way."

Dru lead her through a laundry room and into a spacious kitchen and she was once again surprised at how nice and tasteful it was decorated.  Well-kept appliances, matching towels, marble countertops, all that made her apartment look like a hovel - and that's when she bothered to clean it properly.  "Living room's through there," gestured through an open doorway, "and half-bath down that hall," he said pointing to a door on the opposite side of the room.  "I, uh, I'm going to get changed.  Do you need me to let you borrow some clothes or are you going to wear your work uniform?"

She broke her enchantment with his house for a second, "Hmm?  Oh, yeah, I keep a spare set of civies in the bike."

Retrieving the clothes from the bike as Dru went upstairs, she changed in the half-bath room, her thoughts racing as all her conceptions of Killer Moth went out the window.  He even had decorative soaps in a little basket.  Stepping out in her sweats, she tiptoed around his kitchen and dining room, wondering what kind of interior decorating magazine reality she wandered into.  She made a beeline for the refrigerator, the one place she could be sure to find something imperfect.  Expired milk, an overripe tomato, anything.  "Jesus Christ," she muttered, "he even labels and dates his leftovers."  Dejected, she grabbed a tube of yogurt and soda, closed the door.

Dru walked in a broken-in pair of jeans and a wife-beater, with wire-rimmed circle glasses causing Batgirl to nearly spit out a mouthful of yogurt.  "You look like Harry Potter's ex-con brother!"

"Thanks?"

"It's adorable, it really is."

Dru looked her over and Batgirl couldn't help but push her hair back behind her ear nervously, wondering when in the last five minutes she became such a sap.  "So, um, you're gonna leave on the..." he tapped the area around his eyes and she remembered she had left her mask on.

"It's, you know, it's...," she thought for a moment then shrugged, "since we're being all 'domestic' and sharing personal stuff."  She tried to hide her hand shaking from nervousness along with her blushing as hesitatingly removed her mask.  "Ta-da."

And though Dru had long since been able to roughly guess what his lover looked like under the mask, his heart still skipped a beat and he gently bit his lip.  Putting his arms around her, they kissed passionately and smiled at each other.  "So does this mean I'll finally have some other name to call you than 'Batgirl?'"

"I don't know," she tapped her finger on his chest, "I guess that depends on how tonight goes.  But it's definitely going in the right direction."  She giggled and bounded into the living room, "I get to pick what we watch!"

"Alright, I'll see what's still delivering this late.  Remote is on the coffee table.  And before you ask about my Netflix recommendations, I did a teamup with Captain Boomerang last month and he got my kid hooked on these insipid Korean romance dramas."

And after a few seconds, everything Drury Walker just said clicked in Barbara Gordon's head.  The house in the suburbs, the bicycle and toys in the garage, the squeeze yogurt in her hand.  "Nooooooo," she whispered, as she looked around and spied a coat rack near the front door with a pink polka dot rainslicker and matching galoshes, a calendar listing times for soccer practice and Girl Scout meetings, and at last, sitting on the mantle, a photo of a disaffected preteen girl in a school uniform.  "Oh no no no no no no."

Dru walked into the living room holding his phone, "So it looks like this late we're stuck with either sub sandwiches or hipster sushi of all things, what sounds g-"

"YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER!?!"