Siren's Setback

The Siren watched with a smile as Nightwing, knife in hand, walked towards Batgirl. He slowly raised the knife to her throat, and -

"Stop!" called the Siren. Nightwing froze.

"That kind of **** would be far too messy," said Siren as she took the knife from Nightwing. "I just wanted to demonstrate to Batgirl what you're willing to do for me, dear Robin. No, better to just drown you, or toss you off a high building, I haven't decided yet."

"I knew you didn't have the stomach for it, Siren, you coward!" said Batgirl.

The Siren scowled, and pointed the knife at Batgirl, inches away from her face.

"You'd best watch your tone, Batgirl, or I might change my mind. Robin, I -"

Siren's sentence was cut off as Batgirl kicked the knife out of her hand, sending it flying. She then stood up, tearing the ropes that bound her to the chair. She had secretly used a razor hidden in her gloves to make small cuts to the ropes while the Siren and Nightwing were distracted by fucking on the divan, and fortunately finished just in time.

The Siren opened her mouth and started to scream, but Batgirl quickly shoved a small purple ball into the Siren's open mouth, causing her to ****. Purple smoke started to billow out of the Siren's mouth, filling the room.

"How do my smoke bombs taste, Siren? Like your own medicine?" Batgirl went to grab Siren, but she was seized from behind by the naked Nightwing. Batgirl sent her right elbow into Nightwing's stomach, then her left into his head, then shifted her weight to send them stumbling towards the Siren, causing Nightwing to lose his grip on Batgirl, and the three of them to be knocked over in a heap.

Purple smoke had saturated the area. Siren couldn't see a thing, but had finally recovered from having a smoke bomb shoved in her mouth. She began to scream, knowing that her knockout note would take out Batgirl, even if she couldn't see where Batgirl was. After a few moments, the smoke began to clear, and revealed Nightwing lying on the ground, ****. Batgirl was nowhere to be found.

"Where is she!" screeched the Siren, looking around wildly. She went to her intercom and pressed a button. "Melody, Harmony, get in here!"

“Just… a minute… boss! Ohhh, yes baby, YES! YES!” was the response from Harmony.

A minute later, Siren's henchwomen entered the room, followed by Arpeggio and Andamento in their underwear.

“Enjoying yourselves, were you?” said the Siren with a glare.

“We sure were!” said Melody with a smile, as she ran her hands over her hypnotized hunk. “Hey, I thought you said you were going to capture Batgirl?”

Rage filled Siren’s face. “I HAD captured Batgirl, you nitwit, but she escaped! Search the flat, she might still be here!”

They scurried off to look for Batgirl, and Siren knelt down next to Nightwing and began slapping his face.

“Get up! Wake up, you fool!”

Nightwing groggily came to. “How may I serve you, mistress?”

“Batgirl escaped! Where would she go? Answer me!”

Nightwing stammered. “She’d probably try to contact Batman.”

The Siren groaned. “Ugh, she’ll ruin everything! Get dressed, we need to accelerate the plan. And I need to make a call.”

As Nightwing retrieved his costume, Siren dialed her phone.

“Commissioner? Alert all your men; Batgirl is now a wanted criminal. The new number one priority of the Gotham Police **** is to capture Batgirl! Good boy.”

***

Sometime later, Batgirl crept up the side of Police Headquarters on her batrope, trying to move as quickly and silently as possible. Shortly after escaping the Siren's lair, she heard chatter on her Batcycle's police scanner that Batgirl was to be apprehended by the police. Siren had mentioned she had the police under her control, which Batgirl assumed meant her father; this news seemed to confirm it.

She'd been able to evade the police so far, but unfortunately, she had to go to her father's office to contact Batman; the red phone was her only reliable way of getting in touch quickly.

Batgirl peeked her head slightly above the window frame of the Commissioner's office, giving her a full view of the room. Across the room, she saw the Closed Circuit Television screen, and it was cycling through various images of the Siren, including her mug shot. The Commissioner was seated in front of the TV, pants around his ankles, masturbating vigorously at the sight of his mistress on the screen.

"I guess that doubly confirms it," thought Batgirl. She cringed at the sight of her father in such a compromising position. "First Robin, now this. Oh daddy… Siren's going to pay for what she's done."

She gently opened the window, and moved stealthily behind her father, removing a small can of Batsleep from her utility belt. Gordon was too enamored with the Siren to notice Batgirl, and quickly fell asleep after a small puff of the spray.

Batgirl switched off the TV. "I hate this show," she said to the sleeping Commissioner. Then, she hurried over to the Batphone.

"Come on Batman, pick up," Batgirl said anxiously, as the phone rang multiple times. Finally -

"Yes Commissioner?"

Batgirl breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness I've got you, Batman. It's not the Commissioner, it's Batgirl. I need your help. Lorelei Circe, the Siren is back in town, and she's used her spell on Robin, the Commissioner, and who knows who else. I only just escaped from her lair, she's got Robin, or I guess Nightwing now, under her complete control."

"The Siren, of course!" Exclaimed Batman. "That explains Robin's strange and sudden resignation as my partner. Fortunately, her sonic spells are rendered useless with a pair of Bat-Earplugs. Meet me on the roof of Police Headquarters, I'll join you as soon as I can."

Batgirl frowned. "Batman, the Siren had my - the Commissioner order the police to capture me, it's not safe here!"

"Exactly, which is why it's the last place they'd expect to look for you. Stay out of sight, and I'll see you shortly."

"But Batman," Batgirl said, before hearing the clock of Batman's phone hanging up.

"Well, I guess I'll wait on the roof. Hope no one comes out for a smoke break."

She walked to the window, and started climbing to the top of the building.

***

Meanwhile, at Wayne Manor, Bruce placed the red phone on the receiver. He turned, and asked with a smile, "have I pleased you, mistress?"

The Siren took Bruce into her arms, and stared into his eyes. "Very much, Mr. Wayne. Or should I say, Batman!"

The Siren pulled Bruce into a hard kiss, attacking his lips with her own, as Bruce matched her intensity.

"I finally have Batman in my power," thought the Siren, as she enjoyed making out with the millionaire. "And I will definitely make the most of it this time!"