Batgirl: The Pat down

Batgirl: The Pat Down
By BatMoth30K

It was a quiet night out on patrol for Barbara Gordon when she heard the fluttering of his wings. Killer Moth was probably the closest thing she had to a nemesis, being the first proper "supervillain" she's fought. And he's a small time loser, sometime thief, sometime henchman, and sometimes running a protection racket for smaller hoods. Yet she couldn't help herself.  It was always fun to mess with Drury Walker, and as slow as the night has been a little fun was just what she needed. Some playful bantz, some quips, some villain monologuing. Maybe even some light flirting.
What can she say? That deep voice of his tingles her! And he fills out his tights quite nicely, as colorful and weird as they were. The helmet is quite an upgrade from that "beak" he usually wore. And the muted purple and lavender was less of an eyesore than the green and orange of his classic look. It better blended in with the dark, but Batgirl tracked him across the alley ways and rooftops all the same. He unwittingly led her across Gotham to a derelict train yard, long since abandoned and forgotten by the city. Could this be his new lair? Babs hid behind a train car as he turned around, keeping hidden. Then she peeked back, watching as he entered the depot. Perfect place for a rumble.
A little agility got her on the roof, a loose window panel got her inside, and it was her foot thoughtlessly dropping a forgotten bolt on an overhead rail that announced her presence to the bug themed villain.
"Batgirl!" Killer Moth cried out upon seeing her. "At last! Another chance to defeat you."
"If you think you can beat me, you're on the wrong track, Mothy." She shot back, disarming him of his cocoon gun with a well-aimed batarang as she leaped to the ground. "I can't believe you're still slinging around that poor man's web-shooter."
"Merely one of many weapons I've mastered in my attempts to emulate and overcome Gotham's vigilantes. Observe!" He shouted, drawing out a telescoping shaft.
"A bo staff? Really Killer? You wouldn't be the first guy to hit me with a long hard rod over and over again."
"You're doing that on purpose aren't you?"
"What are you talking about?" Babs asked back with a cheeky grin.
"I may not be the first, but you'll still be walking funny when I'm done with you." Killer Moth replied with a come-and-get-it gesture.
"Promises promises," Babs teased, taking up a fighting stance.
She couldn't see through his helmet, but something in his posture felt like a smile. Barbara was trained sufficiently in Karate, Judo, a little Escrima, and some MMA, but Moth's style was different then what she was used to from him. She bobbed and weaved between swings, but he was keeping her distanced with the tip, and without being able to close the gap, Babs couldn't strike back. Frustrated, she threw a couple of batarangs, and to her amazement he blocked them.
"I have to admit, Moth. You're better than I thought! Were you on color guard in high school?"
"I'll have you know, I've been training with Lady Shiva!" He declared. And in a quieter voice "...on DVD."
"You've certainly got your two payments of $19.99 worth-OW!!! Ouf!"
Too caught up in her banter, Barbara misjudged a swing, taking a blow to her arm, followed by a hit to her diaphragm.  Winded, she gasped in a breath, fell back, and tripped on her own cape. And he laughed. Killer Moth, of all people, laughed at her. Feeling the heat rise to her face, Batgirl rolled to her feet, then made a dive for Walker's cocoon gun.
"Silly little Moth, bringing a stick to a cocoon gun, fight." She quipped, pulling the trigger.
She caught a brief glimpse of the ammunition tanks of the gun swelling before a concussive shock rattled her body, and the world went black as she was enveloped in a warm, sticky, goopy fluid that increased in viscosity the more she moved. It soon solidified into an artificial silk that clung tightly to her body, including her mouth and nose, and in her struggle to free herself, Barbara only succeeded in trapping her hands against the sides of her head. The silk had fully wrapped her body, and she made the most ridiculous looking mummy as she writhed to free herself, growing dizzy from the lack of air.
She didn't hear his footsteps, but she did feel the silk over her face loosen, soon dripping away as a solution was sprayed over her mouth and nose. Batgirl gasped, coughing, feeling like she was being waterboarded, but the spraying ceased when her airways were clear.
"Can you hear me, Batgirl?" Walker asked her, his voice wavering with a barely held laugh.
"What the hell was that!?" She cried, struggling to move in the cocoon.
"Booby trap. Over pressurizes the silk tanks if anyone but me uses the gun. Silly little Batgirl." He returned mockingly.
"You have more of that spray, right? Let me out of here!" Barbara screamed.
"What's it worth to you? Do you carry a wallet in that utility belt of yours?"
"No…"
"Then we'll have to discuss how you can make it worth my while. Come on then!" Walker huffed, slinging her silk wrapped body over his shoulder. “Those batarangs of yours have got to be worth something on ebay at least.”
“I buy mine from the same mall ninja shop as everyone else, Walker. Now could you at least clear my eyes! I can’t see a thing through this stuff!” Batgirl pleaded.
But Killer Moth paid her no heed, carrying her into an old train car. He had partially restored and refurbished it, hoping to use it as a temporary base of operations, but Batgirl’s presence had put an end to those plans. Despite her wriggling, he was able to hook her cocoon onto an overhead light fixture, then he sat back, took off his helmet, and gazed at her, trying to decide what exactly he should do with her.
It wouldn’t do to hurt her in any way, as tempting as the thought might be. It was her defeat of him early on in her career that cemented him as a loser, a status which he had never quite escaped from despite his attempts over the years. Icing a Bat would put a big fat target on his ass. But this was an opportunity that was too good to let go to waste.
For her part, Barbara’s heart was racing, and she was torn between fear and excitement. Blinded by the silken cocoon, she was more helpless than she had been in awhile.  And while she's been in and out of tighter spots before, this was Killer Moth! He's not supposed to be tricky! He's the vaguely handsome yet relatively harmless loser villain with the sexy voice! She's not supposed to lose to him!
Walker's never gotten this far with her before. And while he could easily slit her throat, part of her was wondering just how far he was willing to go. The anticipation was killing her, and it was more than just her nerves making her lips tremble. Then she felt his hands on her. Fingertips grazing her waist, lightly turning her, and she renewed her thrashing.
“Hey! Don’t touch me! What do you think you’re doing!” Batgirl cried.
“Relax. I’m just trying to figure out how to disarm you without setting you free. At least not before I’m done with you.”
“If you try anything, Walker, I swear to god-”
“You really aren’t in any position to stop me now, are you Batgirl?” He growled, cupping her throat in his hand, his lips brushing over her cocooned ear. “And this would go a lot easier if you would just. Relax. I’m just going to disarm you. For anything else, all you’d have to do is ask.”
In spite of herself, Barbara felt her face grow hot at his words, and she gasped raggedly.
“In your dreams.” She spat, with as much defiance as she could muster.
He chuckled, a low rumble muffled by the silk that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. And with the utmost gentleness, he released her throat, lowering his hand to her hip, carefully turning, the other hand taking the spray can from his belt. He knelt before her, taking care to use a light misting, lest he give her enough slack to wriggle free. And before long, he had her waist and hips bared to his view.
“What’s happening? Hello? Walker, what are you doing?” A still silk blinded Batgirl asked.
“Just admiring the view. I rarely get this close a look at your costumes. It’s all armored, right? Yet it looks like a very snug fit.” He replied, his fingertips gliding up Barbara’s flank, making her shiver.
“H-h-hey! Look, but don’t touch!”
“You could feel that?”
“These meta-materials might be bulletproof, but I still have to sweat in this thing. It’s thin enough to be moisture wicking. So stop it!”
“Nope. I need to make sure you’re not hiding any surprises in there. And I think I’ll start by taking this belt,” Walker replied, pressing the well worn button behind the buckle instead of going for the more obvious latch in the front. “And you’re going to tell me where your other hidden weapons are. Unless you want me to look for them myself.”
“Knock yourself out. I’m sure you’ve been waiting awhile for a chance like this.” Barbara challenged.
“The thought has occurred to me once or twice,” he revealed, taking the cuffs from her belt. “I bet you’ve thought of it often yourself, haven’t you?”
As a matter of fact, it had. And it was the center of quite a few role-plays between her and a very open-minded boyfriend. But she wasn’t about to tell that to Killer Moth. The vigilante side of her wanted to knee him in the face. And the side of her that’s had a crush on him since she first heard his voice rippling through her ears was the side that was straining to keep her thighs from squirming when he touched her. A compromise then: Wait. Bide her time. Then knee him in the face once her curiosity is satisfied.
“Are you going to search me, or are we going to talk all night?”
“Both.” Walker answered, drawing a spare cocoon gun.
He secured her feet to the floor, first of all. Then set her cocoon to the light fixture she was hanging from, making extra sure her arms, hands still glued to her head, were set tightly. When he was sure she wouldn’t be able to kick him in the face, or wrest herself free, he handcuffed her to the light and continued his work with his solvent, clearing the silk off of her torso up to her underarms. Her cape dropped free, and it took but a few tugs to detach it from her cowl and pull it from her body.
His hands felt their way around her arms, probing for hidden tools, weapons. The lockpicks in her gloves were of no use to her now, and her cutting torch she was saving for when he was properly distracted. Thankfully he missed that finger and continued upward, fingers probing her shoulders, tickling at her underarms. She hissed in a breath when he reached around her back, she could smell his sweat and aftershave with his closeness. Not altogether unpleasant. He took some time to reach up, freeing her hair from the silk, fingers raking through her tresses until he grasped a handful at the base of her scalp.
Barbara hissed in a breath, biting her lip, fighting the moan that threatened to give her away. She stopped when she felt Walker pause, afraid he had noticed. He had. He looked at her, curious. Then took a half step back, putting his hand back around her throat from the front. And squeezed ever so lightly. Just enough for her to feel it. Her pulse was racing, lips trembling. Leaning over, he hovered his lips over her ear again.
“Looks like you’re not hiding anything under your collar. But what about in here?” Walker asked, brushing her lips with his thumb.
Barbara nipped at the tip with her teeth.
“Are you brave enough to check?” She grinned menacingly.
“Hm. If that’s how you want to play it. Batgirl.”
Tired of her taunts and games, Walker reached around her back to grip her hair tightly, making her gasp. He kissed her hard, expecting a fight. Then her tongue darted out to challenge his. And as they fenced with their mouths, his other hand slipped up her shirt. And with a momentary surprise at finding a front clasp to her bra he pulled it open, grasping her breast, her firm nipple grazing his palm. She wasn’t hiding any weapons there either, he briefly thought before feeling up her other breast. A hard pinch made her moan into his mouth, and she sucked hard on his tongue in turn.
Then his hand drifted lower. His finger slipped inside the waistband of her leggings. And right as he touched the hem of her thong, she shook her head, breaking the kiss.
“Wait! Wait! Stop!”
To her surprise, he stopped.
"You didn't give me a pat down there yet." Babs explained.
This time, Walker went much more slowly, finding and drawing out the needle she kept sewn into the hem.
"Kinky."
"It's handy for an emergency lock pick. Or if someone gets too handsy."
"Any more surprises you want to tell me about?" Walker asked, with a smirk she could hear.
"I've been wanting you to do this for ages."
Rather than come up with a witty reply, he kissed her again, his hand renewing it’s explorations feeling for her wetness. She was dripping for him, his fingertips luxuriating in her moisture, gathering it up until they were slick enough to slip one inside of her. Barbara moaned, biting Walker’s lip, edging him on as he slicked a second digit inside of her. His fingers curled, probing, searching, and when she cried out he sucked hard on her throat, savoring her whimpers as his soaked thumb played around the hood of her clit.
“We could have been doing this the whole time.” He murmured against her neck. “We’ll have to try it without the cocoon next time.”
“There won’t be a next time, Killer,” Batgirl gasped through gritted teeth. “Oh god! Don’t stop!”
He didn’t, keeping a steady pace, watching her lips tremble as she panted and gasped, the visible part of her face and neck reddening. Her eyes closed tightly behind the silk. She tried biting back a sob, but it escaped her as she climaxed. Walker held her as her whole body quaked and quivered. She fell limp in her silken bonds, leaning against him, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
Oh god, she thought to herself. I did not just orgasm because of Killer fucking Moth.
“I’d love to continue this further, but unfortunately it’s time for me to go.” Walker announced, letting her restraints take her weight.
“Hey! Wait, where are you going!?” Batgirl asked in a panic.
“It’s not my idea, doll, but I don’t want to be here when your boss shows up.”
“Batman?! Oh no.”
“The light is in the sky, you’re here with me, it would not be a good time. My teeth are still sore from the last time I took an electric batarang in the mouth.” Killer Moth said, clapping his helmet back on.
“So you’re just going to leave me here, cocooned up and blindfolded, dripping wet with my ass hanging out?”
“You’re a resourceful girl, you’ll escape in time. But one more thing,” Walker replied, touching her chin. “Tonight was fun. Just remember, all you have to do is ask.”
And with one last kiss, he powered up his wings, opened a trap door in the roof of the train car, and flew off.
“Well. At least I still have that laser torch in my glove.” Batgirl sighed as she went to work cutting herself free. "Considering his kiss, I hope he uses his tongue next time."