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Batgirl vs. the Gotham City Sirens

by Magni

    All was quiet on the rooftop of the Gurney Co. building in downtown Gotham.

    Suddenly, from out of nowhere, Harley Quinn dropped down onto the roof from a taller building with a bag of diamonds thrown over her shoulder. She landed elegantly, with all the grace of an acrobat, and continued running. A bat-shaped shadow swooped down over her from above, but Harley didn't stop. She raced to the edge of the rooftop before leaping over a 50ft. plunge to the next rooftop. Behind her, her pursuer showed no signs of stopping.

    Harley's blonde hair was pulled into two pigtails, one dyed red, the other dyed blue. She wore a red and black corset, a red and black mini jacket, a pair of red and black short shorts, red and black knee-high socks, a pair of red and black sneakers, and two gloves... that were also red and black. The red color helped distinguish her from the shadows, making her escape even more difficult. Still, she kept running. Behind her, she could hear a cape opening.

    Suddenly, she was thrown forward off her feet by a pair of yellow boots slamming into her back. Harley hit the ground roughly, nearly losing her grip on the bag of diamonds as she tumbled to a stop. Behind her, Batgirl landed perfectly on her feet, glaring at the insane clown behind her black mask.

    "Just give up, Quinn," Batgirl demanded. "You're going back to Arkham!"

    "Awh, come on, Bratgirl! Arkham's no fun!" Harley pouted, crossing her arms after rising to her knees. "Why don't you give it a try sometime? It might help ya figure out why you dress up like a bat!"

    "You and Ivy both escaped the asylum not too long ago," Batgirl's eyes narrowed. "I want to know where Ivy is."

    "I'll never tell!" Harley spat. "You should ask Catwoman. Ivy told me that she had some fun with the poor little pussy's kitten..."

    "Huh? Catwoman?" Batgirl repeated, puzzled, a feeling of dread filling her stomach. Catwoman, Harley Quinn, and Poison Ivy... were the three rekindling the Gotham City Sirens? "What did Ivy want with her?"

    "But I've said too much already!" Harley put her hand over her forehead in mock drama before climbing to her feet. "Anyway, I can tell that you're busy right now, Batgirl, so I think that I'll just leave you alone now..."

    "Oh, no you don't!" Batgirl made a move to grab Harley, who twirled out of her reach and threw her leg up, catching Batgirl off-guard with a roundhouse kick. Batgirl stumbled back, leaving Harley to make a run for it. She charged at the edge of the rooftop and jumped off the edge. The next rooftop was quite a fall, but still a fall that Harley could take. She was bracing herself for the impact, but suddenly she stopped in midair before bouncing back up a few feet, but the bag of diamonds slipped out of her grip, kept going, and hit the rooftop below. There was a pain in her nether regions as she dangled high above the rooftop, struggling to comprehend what had happened, and then she saw it. Her white panties, adorned with a colorful pattern of balloons, had gotten caught on the tip of a flagpole sticking out of the side of the skyscraper as she fell. Harley realized, with a flood of surprised embarrassment, that she was hanging by her underwear.

    Batgirl leapt from the rooftop above and landed perfectly at the bottom, next to the bag of diamonds, but she did not notice Harley's predicament.

    "Huh? Here's the diamonds... but where...?" Batgirl looked around, confused, never once thinking to look up. "She's gone. Dammit."

    Harley stayed silent, holding her hands between her legs as she swayed back and forth in the air. Was the Batbrat falling for it?! Batgirl knelt down and picked up the bag of diamonds, still confused. How had Harley disappeared so quickly? Why had she left behind the diamonds? Where the hell had she gone?

    These questions were still swirling around in Batgirl's mind as she reluctantly left the rooftop with the bag of diamonds to return them to the jewelry store that they had been stolen from.

    Harley giggled to herself as she watched Batgirl swing from the rooftop with her grapple gun, her panties still stretched to their limit as they kept her suspended in midair. Now that Batgirl was gone, she laughed at her success at tricking the Bat.

    "I gotta warn Pammy about her..." Harley mused. She was hoping that Batgirl would be too busy with Catwoman to look for her and Ivy until they could move their hideout someplace safer, and besides, it wouldn't have been so bad to watch Batgirl and Catwoman fight. She hated Batgirl and was still upset at the Cat for leaving her with her panties over her head and her pigtails pulled through the legholes. Of course, Poison Ivy had gotten her swift revenge on Selina... but the Cat had managed to escape with the help of the Bat... not the annoying little sister one, the real one. Batman himself. "Ooh, I can't wait to tell her about how I got away from Batgirl! She'll be so impressed... uh, just as soon as I get down..."

    Harley hung there thoughtfully, still cupping her hands over her front in pain, wondering just how she was going to manage that.

~~~~~~

    After returning the diamonds, Barbara went back home, climbing in through her bedroom window. From there, she pulled off her cowl and let her reddish auburn hair fall down around her shoulders.

    Barbara sighed, both in exhaustion and exasperation. Harley Quinn still nagged at her thoughts, and she knew that if it had been Bruce chasing down Harley instead of her, he would have remembered to slap a tracker on the clown so that she wouldn't get away.

    In fact, she not only would have followed Harley, but she might even have been led to Poison Ivy.

    Then again, Barbara mused as she pulled off her black and yellow costume and stripped down to her heart print panties and black bra, it wasn't as if she was completely empty-handed. Harley had mentioned Catwoman, and with that being the only lead that she had, Barbara resolved to find her. In any case, she knew that she had to track down Harley and Ivy before they could cause serious trouble.

    Yeah, she thought, yawning as she climbed into bed. Tomorrow night, I'm going to have a nice talk with Selina Kyle.

~~~~~~

    At that very moment, completely unknowing of Batgirl's new objective to find her, Selina Kyle was lying in her own bed in her apartment, stroking her favourite black cat, Isis, and staring absently at the ceiling. Her thoughts were still turned to her fight with Harley Quinn a few nights ago wherein Harley had lured her into a warehouse to await Poison Ivy's arrival but had ended up tearing the back of her suit and giving her a massive wedgie. The humiliation still made Selina bitter, though she felt some satisfaction out of knowing that she had given Harley an atomic wedgie before Ivy showed up... she still shuddered to think what might have happened to her if Batman hadn't appeared nearby and Ivy was so caught off-guard by his arrival that she left Selina and fled with Harley.

    Selina sighed as Isis climbed closer, fixing her green eyes on her as she purred, rubbing against Selina's arm. Selina smiled, petting her cat's head. The worst part of having all of her troubles with her former teammates... was that it was all her fault.

    Selina put her arm around Isis, holding her close, and closed her eyes, soon drifting off into a troubled sleep.

~~~~~~

    The following evening, Batgirl patrolled Gotham by herself, keeping an eye out for any sign of Catwoman, but to her frustration, Batgirl couldn't find any sign of the notorious cat burglar. It felt as though she had swung all over the city, but nothing. No sign of Catwoman, no sign of Harley Quinn, and no sign of Poison Ivy. Fortunately, that meant no sign of trouble either, but eventually there would be if the three were left unattended.

    Batgirl swung to the rooftop of an office building, considering going home for the night and catching up on some sleep if there was no trouble to worry about. However, at that moment, she heard the distinct sound of an adult woman purring to her right. She twirled in that direction, batarang in hand, to see Catwoman lying atop an inactive industrial air conditioning unit.

    "You're a difficult kitten to find, aren't you, Batgirl?" Catwoman asked with a smirk.

    "Huh? I've been trying to find you all night!" Batgirl answered bitterly. "Where have you been, Selina?"

    "I need to talk to Batman," Catwoman said, smoothly rolling off the machine and onto her feet. "You're the purrfect little messenger to fetch him for me."

    "Let me guess," Batgirl crossed her arms. "It's about the Gotham City Sirens."

    Catwoman smiled, but there was a certain unease behind it that she couldn't disguise, "Yeah... I know where they are. I need you to get Batman so that I can tell him."

    "What if I said that he's busy?" Batgirl asked, narrowing her eyes. "So you'd have to tell me."

    "No, no, no," Catwoman shook her head. "This isn't a joke, Batgirl, and it definitely isn't something that you could handle on your own. I wouldn't have even come to you if Batman's little sidekick wasn't in Blüdhaven. Harley and Ivy have it out for me-"

    "So Harley told me," Batgirl shrugged. Catwoman glared at her.

    "What's that supposed to mean?" Catwoman hissed. "What did she say?"

    "Just something about Ivy having fun with... uh..."

    Catwoman unfurled her claws, "Finish that sentence, Batgirl. I dare you."

    Batgirl glowered at Catwoman, "With the pussy's kitten."

    "You better watch it," Catwoman snarled. "There's a reason some people don't pet an angry cat: they don't want to get scratched," Batgirl remained silent, and Catwoman took a deep breath. "Harley and Ivy wanted to talk to me because they think that I betrayed them, and in a way, I suppose that I did. You remember the last time that the Joker took control of Arkham? Harley let him out of his cell. Ivy and I ended up going to Arkham to try to stop her, but I left them behind... the worst part of it all was that I wanted their forgiveness after betraying them... so I helped them escape."

    "Wait... you mean..."

    Catwoman nodded, "I'm the reason that Harley and Ivy are on the streets. It's all my fault. I mean, I could hardly believe it when Harley tracked me down... and then there were the wedgies..."

    Batgirl suddenly let out a loud snort that turned into chuckles. She put one yellow-gloved hand over her mouth as she snickered, and Catwoman glared at her. "S-Sorry, sorry... I just... I wasn't expecting that. You're telling me that Harley Quinn gave you a wedgie?"

    "Maybe she did," Catwoman scowled as Batgirl tried not to smile (and failed), "but she's the one who ended up being tied up with her cute little heart print underwear over her head!"

    "I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you two were fighting with something so crude," Batgirl shrugged. "You can be lowbrow sometimes, can't you, Selina?"

    Selina looked murderous for a moment, and then she grinned, "Actually Batgirl, it's quite an effective way to fight. Here, let me show you!"

    Before Batgirl could react, Catwoman's whip was in her hand and she lashed out. Batgirl let out a cry of surprise as the whip connected with her arm and wrapped around her bicep before Catwoman tugged on the other end, nearly pulling Batgirl off her feet as she stumbled forward directly into Catwoman's arms. Catwoman pushed Batgirl down onto her knees, putting her own knee on the back of her head to hold her head down as she tied Batgirl's hands together with a bolas. Batgirl struggled to get free, only to discover that her hands were now bound and Catwoman was putting her weight onto her back, making it difficult for her to stand back up.

    Catwoman's eyes glinted with a certain mischievousness behind her yellow goggles as she lifted her leg higher, putting her knee on the back of Batgirl's head and pushing her down face first onto the rooftop, bent over. Batgirl tried to fight, but soon found that she was completely vulnerable. She gulped nervously as Catwoman slowly moved one claw to the back of her two piece suit, pushing up her top a little before reaching down the back of her pants. Barbara shivered at the feeling of the older woman's claws curling around the waistband of her panties before Catwoman suddenly jerked them up, burying the fabric deep in Batgirl's butt and exposing her white panties, adorned with a pattern of yellow, blue, pink, and purple flowers. Selina's eyes lit up, and she threw her head back in laughter.

    "Oh, Batgirl! These are adorable!" Catwoman said in a mocking voice.

    "Selina! L-Let go!" Batgirl demanded, though she didn't sound very demanding; her voice was strained and quivering from the intense wedgie that she was currently on the receiving end of. Catwoman hiked Batgirl's panties up her back thoughtfully as Barbara flinched beneath her cowl.

    "But I need to show you what an effective fighting style wedgies are, kitten!" Catwoman pouted. Sticking out her lip didn't hide her smirk. "And it doesn't help that you're wearing such cute underwear. Show them off, hun. It'll attract the boys~"

    Batgirl squeezed her eyes shut, feeling Catwoman's weight on her back as the thief continued to torture her with her own panties, the cotton rubbing up in her most intimate places. She could feel it starting to rub against her front, and grit her teeth together as shivers ran down her spine. Catwoman's grip loosened, and Batgirl was hopeful that this was the end of her wedgie torment, but she quickly realized that Catwoman was just getting a better grip on the legholes of her flowery panties instead of the waistband. Suddenly, Batgirl's underwear was forced higher, the pain intensified, and she cried out unwillingly as Catwoman gave her a brutal wedgie.

    Desperately, Batgirl searched for a way out. Her hands were tied, so no help there... unless...

    "What's wrong, kitten?" Catwoman pursed her lips. "Is the wedgie bothering you?"

    "N-Not as much..."

    "Hm? What's that?" Catwoman asked, leaning down to put her ear by Batgirl.

    "Not... not as much... as it'll be hurting you," Batgirl growled, suddenly reaching up with her untied hands and pushing Catwoman off her. Catwoman yelped as she fell onto her back while Batgirl stood up, the batarang that she had used to cut Catwoman's bolas clattering to the ground. Selina tried to get back up, but Batgirl grabbed the front of her leather suit and roughly threw her back onto the ground, pinning her arms down.

    "...hehe, so uh, you're not mad, right?" Catwoman tried for a little joke, smiling nervously.

    Batgirl glared down at her, feeling that her undies were still bunched up in her crack and she was unable to fix it because she had to hold Catwoman down, "Of course not, Selina. How could I be mad after you taught me so much? Here, let me show you what I've learned..."

    "Wait! Batgirl! You can't- we have to find Harley and Ivy! Batgirl!" Catwoman tried to fight as Batgirl quickly flipped her over onto her stomach and pulled her grapple gun from her utility belt before using the same batarang that she had used to cut the rope to slice open the back of Catwoman's leather suit, exposing Selina's black lingerie with a purple kitty face on the back.

    "Wow, everything is cat-themed with you, isn't it?" Batgirl grinned. "Now... if I can just..."

    "What do you think you're-?!" Catwoman demanded, feeling her panties pulled up slightly as Batgirl finished tying Catwoman's underwear to the grapple gun before aiming it and firing. Catwoman was instantly jerked off her feet by the force of the wedgie roughly pulling her toward a wall. Selina opened her mouth to scream, but her breath caught in her throat because of the intensity of her panties launching into the air before she slammed into the wall, falling with her tiptoes barely scraping against the ground. She grabbed the sides of her stretched out underwear, her beautiful features strained in pain as she endured the dangling wedgie.

    Batgirl strolled forward, a spiteful smirk on her face beneath her cowl, "Now are you ready to finish our talk?"

    "G-Get me down..." Catwoman said weakly, trying to sound demanding. The look she was giving Barbara behind her yellow goggles was murderous, "THEN we talk."

    "You're not in a position to make demands, Selina," Batgirl crossed her arms. "I can wait here all night, or until your underwear rips. Whichever comes first."

    A snap came from Selina's panties, and she looked fearfully back at them before looking back to Batgirl and sighing with reluctance, "Okay, okay. Listen... after Harley and I fought and Ivy showed up, she dragged me outside and threatened me a bit before Batman showed up nearby and she ran away, leaving me there because she didn't want to be caught. She has something planned..."

    "What did she say to you?" Batgirl inquired.

    "She was mostly yelling about me betraying them, but Ivy did drop a few interesting tidbits," Catwoman grinned, though her grin was an uncomfortable one as she held her hands over her kitten. "She and Harley want me to come back and join them, and she told me where they are."

    "Where are they?" Batgirl demanded.

    "She said they're at the same place that we were at last time," Catwoman revealed with a glint in her eye. "I can take you there, but first, you need to get me down."

    "Where are they?" Batgirl repeated, crossing her arms. "You tell me, or you stay up there."

    Catwoman grit her teeth, her hands still cupping her crotch in pain, "...an abandoned pet shelter. Now can you get me down?!"

    Batgirl pretended to think about it as Catwoman watched, her legs going numb from the force of the legholes of her underwear, not wanting to admit to Selina that she couldn't leave her there because she had to get her grapple gun back, and finally pretended to have made up her mind.

    "Hold still," Batgirl said, unhooking her grapple gun and getting Catwoman out of her wedgie.

    "Ouch... what do you know, the kitten can scratch," Catwoman fell to her knees, pulling her panties out from where they'd been lodged in her butt.

    "Don't make me regret this," Batgirl sighed, waiting for Catwoman to finish so they could go.

~~~~~~

    Harley Quinn lie outstretched on the couch, yawning. Her two long, blonde pigtails were spread over the side of the couch, and her mallet sat leaning against the armrest. Her hyenas prowled around the living room, though last time, Harley was forced to leave them in the basement so as not to disrupt Ivy's plants or Selina's cats. Technically, they were the Joker's hyenas, but he was nowhere to be found after his last escape from Arkham Asylum, and they were usually in Harley's care anyway. One came up close to her and rested its muzzle on her stomach, begging for some attention, which Harley delivered in the form of a bored pet on its head. Finally, Harley threw her arms up in frustration and groaned.

    "I'm so BOOOOOREEEED!"

    "You know, Harley, we have a TV and a DVD player," Poison Ivy called from the other room where she was tending to the plants that filled the room. "That's how most people get over it."

    "There's nothing to watch!" Harley pouted, climbing off the couch and sidestepping the happily panting hyenas to where a small stack of DVDs was resting beside a Blu-Ray player. Without thinking, she took a DVD case at random and surveyed the cover. "We have Fury? That was a good movie! If anyone ever made a movie about me, I'd want David Ayer to direct it! He'd do a great job!"

    "Then watch that movie," Ivy said from behind her as she strolled into the room.

    "But I don't feel like watchin' a movie!" Harley crossed her arms and pouted from where she sat on the floor. Ivy knelt down behind her and wrapped her arms around Harley's midsection, resting her head on Harley's shoulder.

    "Oh, I think I can see what it is..." Ivy mused. "You're still upset about last night."

    "Freaking Batgirl..." Harley scowled. "She leaves with my gems and I get left hanging by my panties!"

    Ivy snickered, "That hanging wedgie wasn't Batgirl's fault, you know..." Ivy trailed off, noticing Harley's frustration. "Mm... I'll tell you what. If we see Batgirl again, we'll destroy her little batpanties together, okay?"

    Harley giggled at that, "Worse than what ya did to Selina?"

    Ivy glowered at the mention of Selina's name, "If I'd had a bit more time with that cat, there wouldn't be anything worse. I think that we can cross Selina off the list to join our little girl group."

    "Wanna work with Livewire again?" Harley asked excitedly. "I'm imagining a lot of fun things we could do with Selina's panties and lightning!"

    "I think, for now, it'll just be the two of us, Harley," Ivy sighed, releasing Harley from the hug as she stood up, "but that won't stop us from getting revenge on Selina."

    "And Batgirl!" Harley grinned, bouncing to her feet.

    Ivy nodded, a wicked smile forming across her cherry red lips. "The cat and the bat won't see us coming..."

~~~~~~

    Meanwhile, at that moment across the street upon the rooftop, Catwoman let out a loud, exaggerated yawn as she leaned against the edge while Batgirl peered through a pair of binoculars at the abandoned pet shelter. Catwoman was now clad in a spare suit since her usual one had a large batarang-shaped hole across the butt; her new suit was a two-piece black one that comprised of black pants, a black belt, and a zip-up black jacket. On top of this was her cat cowl and yellow goggles.

    The yawn did not go unnoticed by Batgirl, who glanced at her distastefully before returning to gazing through the binoculars, "Is this boring you, Selina?"

    "Of course not," Catwoman rolled her eyes. "I'm having a ton of fun standing here waiting around for you to be ready. Say, are you absolutely sure that Nightwing is busy? Or that there isn't a spare Robin somewhere?"

    "You don't have to be here," Batgirl said, trying to hide how much Catwoman was getting under her skin. "I'm perfectly capable of apprehending them both without your help."

    "Harley and Ivy would tear you apart, kitten," Catwoman laughed. "At this point, I'd even work with that dog Batman keeps around..."

    "Hang on..." Batgirl peered through her binoculars as a certain redhead in her familiar green leotard made of leaves walked in front of a window. "I see Ivy... and behind her... yep, that's Harley. They're both in there."

    "Purrfect," Catwoman smiled.

    "Really? Cat puns? For real?" Batgirl narrowed her eyes at Catwoman as she lowered the binoculars.

    Selina nodded, "Yeah, fur real."

    "Selina, stop."

    "That's unfurtunate, I've been told that I have quite the tailent for apawlling cat puns. Aren't they just hissterical?"

    "And you're Gotham's greatest jewel thief."

    "I'm just kitten with ya, Batgirl," Catwoman winked at her.

    Batgirl rolled her eyes as she slid her binoculars back into a pouch on her utility belt, pressed a button between one of the pouches, and unclipped her grapple gun, "Can you try to be serious about this?"

    "Lighten up a little, sweetie," Catwoman scoffed as Batgirl fired her grapple gun and swung across the street to the roof of the abandoned pet shelter. Catwoman used her whip to swing across as well, landing beside the younger woman. "All of you bats are so damn gloomy all the time."

    "Shut up," Batgirl answered, annoyed, while she opened a hatch leading into the building and dropped down inside. She had been fully expecting to be hit with the smell of cats and dogs, but instead, she was hit with the familiar, sweet aroma of flowers. Catwoman dropped down next to her, almost completely silent, and sighed.

    "Didn't think I'd be back here again..." she murmured, looking around the room. The room they were in was lit only by the moonlight outside the window, but it was enough. The room was empty, aside from a few stray boxes and things like chew toys and leashes. A light was emitting into the room from where the door was slightly ajar, and Batgirl slowly crept toward the door to peer outside, seeing nobody outside in the hallway. She slowly pushed the door open and then quietly walked out into the hall with Catwoman following close behind her.

    "Ivy and Harley were on the first floor, in the living room," Batgirl whispered to Catwoman.

    "Doing what? Kissing?" Catwoman made a face, but she was quiet and solemn-faced as she moved down the hall toward the staircase. Batgirl followed, getting to the top of the stairs as Catwoman began to descend them, but suddenly a vine shot at Catwoman from out of nowhere and wrapped itself around her middle before dragging her into the unseen living room before she could even scream. Batgirl tried to jump back, but another vine seized her ankle and pulled her off her feet and through the air. She cried out, hanging upside down by her ankle, as the vine held her and Catwoman up in front of a smiling Poison Ivy and a laughing Harley Quinn.

    "I hope you two didn't think that you were being sneaky," Ivy greeted them. "No one can hide from Mother Nature."

    "Both of them are here! It's so perfect!" Harley joyously exclaimed, jumping on the couch in excitement. "Hiya, Batgirl! Fancy meetin' you here!"

    "Harley," Batgirl narrowed her eyes at the clown as Ivy used her vines to turn her rightside up again and then bind her, having four vines wrap around her arms and legs and hold her with her legs spread and arms up. "How did you get away from me last night?"

    "Ha! Wouldn't you like to know!" Harley waved her finger at Batgirl teasingly, sticking out her tongue at the heroine.

    Ivy rolled her eyes, "She got her underwear caught on a flagpole while falling."

    "Ivy! Don't tell her that!" Harley groaned, disappointed.

    "Sorry, Harley," Ivy smiled, but her smile faded and was replaced with a bitter expression as she looked back at Catwoman. "Selina. We didn't finish our discussion... you know, the one we started to have the night that you attacked Harley?"

    "Come on, Pammy. All I did was give her a few wedgies," Catwoman chuckled nervously. "It isn't like she hasn't gotten one before."

    Harley crossed her arms, frowning, "Ooh, I used to get 'em all the time when I was younger..."

    "Well, my little sadistic jester, I do think that the time has come that you're on the other side of the wedgie," Ivy said, lingering on the word "wedgie" as she looked at Catwoman with a little grin, fire dancing in her eyes. "Batgirl, let Harley show you firsthand what Catwoman did to her the last time they met."

    "Oh, come on, Pammy! Harley started it!" Catwoman desperately tried to reason with her, but Ivy waved her hand and the vines bent Catwoman over the back of the couch, holding her legs in place, her hands down on the seat cushions, and her middle wrapped around the back of the couch so that her butt was extended outwards. Batgirl was forced to watch from where she was bound as Harley bounced over to where Selina was struggling, her grin widening when she tried tugging on the back of Selina's pants and found that Catwoman was wearing a two-piece suit this time, which made her underwear more easily accessible.

    "Pay attention, Bratgirl, 'cuz you're up next!" Harley declared, pulling Selina Kyle's pants down to her ankles. Catwoman's cheeks turned pink at the sudden exposure of her black panties- more specifically, the purple cat face on the back- for the second time that night. "See, the key to a good wedgie is gettin' a good grip. Like, check it out! Underhanded!"

    "Aaaaaaagh! Harley, let go!" Catwoman bit her lip in pain as Harley tugged upwards on her panties, showing them off to everyone in the room. Ivy, who was lying on the couch, laughed when she got an eyeful of what Catwoman wore under her suit.

    "Kitty underwear, Selina? Somehow, I'm not surprised," Ivy teased. "You were always so childish when it came to cats."

    "Nngh... what can I say? I'm a crazy ol' cat lady," Catwoman grit her teeth, enduring the strain of the brutal wedgie that Harley was giving her. Her panties, already stretched from her earlier encounter with Batgirl, were pulled high enough that the legholes began to yawn open, the fabric of her panties digging uncomfortably deep. The vines holding her feet on the ground almost weren't strong enough to keep her from rising to her tiptoes and even further beyond as Harley yanked mercilessly, eliciting assorted squeals and cries from the proud Catwoman. Her panties began to make creaking and popping sounds as seams began to tear and the waistband stretched further and further.

    "Next, ya can switch from the underhanded grip to the overhanded!" Harley said, moving to the other side of the couch so she was in front of Selina, who glared at her, breathing heavily after her ordeal, her cheeks a dark shade of pink. Batgirl herself was blushing from staring at Selina's wedgied butt, but she was more concerned about how they were going to get out of this. Right now, they were completely at the mercy of Ivy and Harley.

    Ivy watched Selina struggle, amused, and moved one of her vines to slap Selina's exposed butt. When the plant connected, there was a loud slap as though she had been hit with a whip. Catwoman jumped, crying out in pain from the spank as Ivy snickered, moving the vine to spank her a few more times while Harley grabbed the back of Catwoman's underwear again, this time reaching over Selina's head to do so. Selina cast Harley a worried look.

    "Harley... stop..." Selina pleaded weakly. "I already told you guys that I'm sorry for what happened the last time we were a team..."

    "Oh, I'm not doing this 'cuz I'm still mad about that, kitty cat!" Harley chuckled. "I'm doing this 'cuz it's fun!"

    With that, she heaved back on the waistband of Selina's panties. Catwoman opened her mouth to scream, but her scream caught in her throat from the intensity of the wedgie. The fabric of her underwear squeezed and rubbed on her most intimate places, sending shivers down her back and numbing her legs. Finally, with the last bit of her strength, Harley struggled to pull the back of her panties over her head and finally succeeded, slapping the waistband over Catwoman's mask. The fabric bulged in the two places that her cat ears were poking up, and Harley tried pulling the legholes higher up to get the cat ears through them, to no avail.

    "Dammit! They ain't gonna stretch any more!" Harley whined. Selina sighed, partially because it was over, and partially because of the unbearable pain in her privates.

    "Of course they will, Harley. It's just a matter of knowing how to pull on them," Ivy said with a sly smirk, pointing her hand at Catwoman. Selina looked up, horrified, as vines began moving toward her from the ceiling and curled around the legholes of her panties, wrapping around the fabric to get a firm grip.

    "Oh god," Catwoman began before suddenly the vines tightened and retracted into the ceiling, launching her into the air by her legholes and pulling her completely out of her pants. Her underwear was pulled off her head, but the force of the wedgie did not decrease. The vines then proceeded to viciously bounce her a metre off the ground, letting her fall before pulling her back up by her underwear. Her shrieks of pain were matched in volume only by Harley's crazed laughter as she pointed at the situation that Catwoman had found herself in, and Ivy held her hand over her mouth as she giggled, both of them pleased at tearing down the prideful Catwoman.

    "Stop it, Ivy!" Batgirl shouted, fighting against the vines holding her hostage. She couldn't watch any more of this. Sure, Catwoman wasn't her favourite person, but they had been on the same team enough times that Batgirl was desperate to stop the wedgie torture that Selina was enduring.

    Ivy rose an eyebrow at her sudden outburst, "What's wrong, Batgirl? Feeling left out?"

    Batgirl fell silent, glaring at Ivy, though she did notice that the vine had stopped bouncing Catwoman. Now, Catwoman was left to hang limply from the ceiling, uttering a few low moans of discomfort. Harley watched Ivy's standoff with Batgirl with glee, leaning on one of Catwoman's dangling legs, getting a few more sharp cries.

    Batgirl struggled against the vines holding her captive as Ivy slowly moved closer, grinning as she put her hand on Batgirl's cheek, pulling the young woman close as she pressed her lips against Batgirl's. Batgirl's astonishment was beyond words as she was unwillingly kissed, Ivy's hand almost stroking her cheek lovingly. In that moment, deepening the blush that was starting to form, Batgirl realized that Ivy smelled sweet, like flowers. Ivy pulled away with a wide smile, and the vines holding Batgirl released their grip. Batgirl stumbled after abruptly being freed from the vines, and stood there confused for a moment as Ivy and Harley watched her gleefully.

    "W-What... what was that...?" Batgirl began, too bewildered and embarrassed to speak clearly.

    "Batgirl, please remove your utility belt," Ivy asked.

    "Huh? Why would I-?" Batgirl froze when she heard a clunk at her feet. She looked down, completely surprised to see her utility belt lying on the floor at her feet. "How the hell-?!"

    "Oh, come now, Batgirl. I thought you knew better," Ivy scolded. "My kiss contains a neurotoxin born of plant spores... no, it's not fatal... this time. But you are now under my complete control."

    "E-Enough of this... you two should just surrender now!"

    "Mm, I don't think so," Ivy smirked. "Now, I know what to have you do first... Batgirl, take your pants off."

    "What? No! Why would I..." Batgirl suddenly realized that she had already unbuttoned and unzipped her pants and was halfway through pulling them down to her ankles. "Oh no..."

    "Haha! Look at 'em! They're adorable!" Harley laughed, pointing at Batgirl's panties. Batgirl's face went red, realizing that she was standing in front of the three with her panties on display. The same white, floral-print panties that Catwoman had pulled on earlier were now at the mercy of Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn.

    "Flowers, Batgirl? Very good underwear choice; I approve," Ivy teased. "So what should we do next... any ideas, Harley?"

    "Ooh! Let's make her give herself a wedgie! I bet it'd be super embarrassing!" Harley suggested.

    "Batgirl, give yourself a wedgie," Ivy instructed.

    "You'll pay for this," Batgirl glowered at the two as she felt her hands move on their own, clutching the back of her waistband before tugging upwards. She bit her lip as her underwear turned uncomfortable, sinking into her butt.

    "Awh, that's not good enough! Harder!" Harley demanded. Batgirl pulled harder on her own underwear, her breathing strained from the force of her underwear invading between her buttcheeks and even starting to bunch up in the front.

    "Pathetic. Do I need to send one of my vines over to help you, Batgirl?" Ivy rolled her eyes.

    "Heck, I'll help Bratgirl out!" Harley eagerly bounded over to stand behind Batgirl, curling her fingers around the waistband as she did so before sharply tugging up. "Haha! Wow, you've got some stretchy batpanties! You weren't pulling on these at all!"

    Batgirl's expression was a painful one as Harley Quinn toyed with her underwear, pulling, loosening her grip, and then pulling harder again to give her enemy a series of brutal wedgies. Her flower-print underwear were painfully stretched out at this point, and she knew that she could never wear them again. The sensation of her panties rubbing against her vagina and burying themselves deep in her buttcrack was almost too much for the young woman to bear; it turned her legs to jelly and made her clench her hands into fists. The worst part was the humiliation of standing in front of the laughing villains with her pants around her ankles and having Harley Quinn pull violently on her panties. A particularly strong pull elicited an "eep!" from Barbara, yanking her onto her tiptoes.

    "Pammy, you should make her take off her mask next!" Harley suddenly said from behind Batgirl, causing her to perk up with dread.

    "So we can see the true identity of the poor little girl we've captured?" Ivy put her hands on her hips.

    "I was gonna say so we can see the hilarious expression on her face, but sure!"

    "Actually, Pammy," came a voice from behind Ivy just before two hands grabbed the top of her leafy leotard from behind, "I think it's our turn!"

    "Selina-?!" Ivy cried, surprised, just before Catwoman tugged down on the leaves with all her might. Unfortunately for Ivy, the leaves were no match against Catwoman, and her leotard easily tore from her body, leaving Poison Ivy in a green bra and a pair of red panties adorned with a pattern of pink and white hearts and stars.

    "Awh, cute panties, Ivy, but they don't seem like something you'd buy," Catwoman's eyes flickered to Harley as Ivy instinctively covered herself. "Unless... ooh, are you two sharing underwear? That's so cute."

    "What the- how the hell did you get down?!" Harley shouted, and Batgirl sighed in relief as Harley's grip loosened.

    "You were holding me up with a vine," Catwoman grinned, "and I have claws."

    "Doesn't matter... I can just as easily take your claws away!" Ivy waved her hand and a few vines began moving toward Catwoman. Selina nonchalantly slapped the back of Ivy's head and the vines, being controlled by her, recoiled. Ivy stumbled forward, and Catwoman turned and delivered a kick straight into Ivy's panty-clad butt. Ivy was thrown forward into Batgirl and Harley, knocking the three of them to the ground. "Ow! Argh... Batgirl, destroy her!"

    "Like she stands a chance," Catwoman laughed as Batgirl pulled her pants up and reclaimed her utility belt, putting it back on as she climbed to her feet before charging at Catwoman. Batgirl lashed out with a punch that Catwoman easily twirled and avoided, only to grab Batgirl's arm, swing her around, and throw her facedown on the couch.

    "Ugh... Selina! The antidote... that pouch..." Barbara gestured toward her utility belt as Catwoman held her down and she fought to get up. Catwoman quickly unbuttoned the pouch and found a small syringe containing a glowing green liquid, quickly pushing the needle into Batgirl's neck and injecting her. Immediately, Batgirl stopped fighting and took a deep breath. "Thanks..."

    Catwoman injected herself with the rest of the antidote, and turned to face the two villains, who both looked very nervous as Batgirl climbed off the couch with a scowl.

    "You had your warnings," Batgirl said.

    Catwoman cracked her knuckles, "It's payback time."

    Harley and Ivy climbed to their feet, ready to fight. Harley lunged at Batgirl, who easily caught her and did a judo throw, grabbing one of her arms and a leg before throwing her onto the floor. From there, Batgirl leapt into the air and landed perfectly on Harley's back, pinning her to the floor. As Harley struggled to get back up, Batgirl lifted up the back of her pants, taking a large handful of Harley's pink cotton underwear, noticing a red and green rose across the butt.

    "So what was it you taught me? Here's underhanded..."

    As Harley squealed and cried out as Batgirl began to wedgie her, Ivy and Catwoman began to face off. Ivy sent various plants flying in Catwoman's direction, but the agile cat easily ducked under and leapt over the vines and plants in her path to Ivy. Once Catwoman was too close for Ivy to attack with plants, she resorted to try punching her, but Pamela Isley was not the fighter that Selina Kyle was. Catwoman almost effortlessly had Ivy bent over the couch in the same position that Catwoman herself was in only minutes prior.

    "Selina... don't you dare-"

    "What's that?" Catwoman asked, taking the back of Poison Ivy's underwear with both hands and roughly pulling the waistband up her back in one tug. Ivy let out a scream of embarrassment and pain as Selina tugged higher and higher, determined to get Ivy's panties over her head. "Can't hear ya, honey."

    The room was filled with various cries of pain and pleas to stop from Harley and Ivy as Batgirl and Catwoman got revenge for their mistreated posteriors, until the sound of distant police sirens closing in could be heard throughout the room. Batgirl finished slapping a pair of handcuffs onto a grimacing, atomic wedgied Harley Quinn, and looked across the room at Catwoman, who had already gotten poor Ivy's panties over her red hair and was working on unhooking her bra and rehooking it through her underwear legholes.

    "I called the GCPD before we came in," Batgirl called to her. "That must be them!"

    "And here we have two captured criminals for them. We even gift wrapped them and everything," Catwoman grinned.

    "I swear to God, Selina. When we get out of Arkham, we're going to come for you," Poison Ivy threatened, but her voice was weak from the wedgie.

    "Ooh... my tushie..." Harley groaned.

    "Let's get out of here," Batgirl said, hauling Harley to her feet.

    "Wait, Batgirl," Catwoman sneered. "Before we go, I have an idea..."

    Less than two minutes later, Batgirl and Catwoman watched from the same rooftop they had been on earlier as GCPD officers swarmed the pet shelter, only to be confused by how they found Harley and Ivy. Under Catwoman's direction, the two heroes had sat the two villains on the floor back-to-back and handcuffed them through the legholes of each others' panties, Harley handcuffed through Ivy's and Ivy handcuffed through Harley's. They had then pulled the back of Harley's panties off her head and stretched it over Ivy's head and did the same with Ivy's panties.

    After Selina reclaimed her lost pants, they escaped the way they had came in.

    "Well... great job tonight, kid," Catwoman praised Batgirl, watching as two officers hauled Ivy out of the building and a third came behind, dragging Harley. "Don't think Nightwing would have done as well as you did tonight."

    "Thanks, Selina," Batgirl nodded at her, hiding the smile on her face, "but I couldn't have managed it without you."

    "We should team up again sometime," Catwoman winked at her, "but I think I'm going home now. Tonight sure was an adventure... the cat's gotta rest."

    "See you," Batgirl said as Catwoman walked to the edge of the rooftop and leapt off. Now alone, Barbara Gordon watched as the police cars pulled away, taking Harley and Ivy back to Arkham Asylum, until the cruisers disappeared from sight, and then she too disappeared into the night, and all was quiet once more.
An anonymous commission for a real super commissioner. ;P After Catwoman humiliates Harley Quinn and discovers that she and Poison Ivy are attempting to reform the Gotham City Sirens, she decides that she needs help to stop them. Who better suited to the task than Batgirl? batgirl 

This one kind of ended up being a spiritual successor to my Catwoman vs. Harley Quinn story. ^^; The opportunity was there! It was also inspired by this one Batgirl wedgie story that I read... I can't remember the website (might've been LuckyFetish, which explains why I can't find it again).

Batgirl turns 50 this year! I mean, if we're counting Barbara Gordon and ignoring Betty Kane... and I mean, why wouldn't you? XD You've got a Babs fangirl over here! I actually bought the first three volumes of the "Batgirl of Burnside" storyline, and I think that really helped with the plot. :)

I like to think that Catwoman knows a bunch of cat puns, but doesn't use them very often. She mainly used them here to annoy Batgirl. ;P
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I've been waiting for DECADES - no, really! - to see or read about Poison Ivy getting that already skimpy leaf-leotard ripped off her! Thank you, Catwoman - and of course you, ASmagni!