"Batgirl & Supergirl"( FF )[3/3]
	
	“Can I drop you of somewhere?” 
Supergirl asked as she walked up to Batgirl.
	“What..?”  Batgirl answered as she was
startled out of her daydreaming.  
	“I asked if could drop you off
somewhere?”  Supergirl repeated.
	Batgirl looked around and noticed that the
adoring Police Captain was nowhere to be seen. 
She hadn’t even noticed him leave.  
	Barbara considered the fact that the
unmarked car that Bruce kept in the garage of her
building was parked behind the hotel.  It was
untraceable and she could safely leave it there. 
Even if someone stole it, well Bruce could well
afford to buy a new one.
	“I’d appreciate that,”  Barbara answered. 
“It’s Kara, isn’t it.”
	“Yes it is.”  Supergirl smiled; the use of
her real name evidently was very important to her. 
“And I guess I still call you Batgirl.”
	“Barbara.”  Batgirl said, almost without
thinking. “My name is Barbara.”
	“I know.”  Kara replied softly.
	“You know?”  Barbara asked.  “Of course,
how could you not know.  I mean, what with
x-ray vision and all.”
	“Wait a second.”  Kara interrupted her
new friend.  “I’d never scan beneath the mask of
an ally.”
	“How then...?”
	“There are some abilities that are
involuntary.”  Kara explained. “They work
without conscious thought.  Just like they do on a
normal person.”
	Barbara only partially understood, but
accepted the fact that her unmasking hadn’t been
intentional.
	“It’s partly your fault you know.”  the
blonde went on.  “That perfume you wear has a
very distinctive scent.  Even after the shower you
obviously took when you changed identities,
there’s just enough of a trace amount for me to
pick up on.”
	“You figured it out from my perfume?” 
the redhead said astonished.  “There has to be a
thousand women in DC alone who’ve bought it.”
	“That was just part of it.” the Kryptonian
went on.  “Your voice was the other half of the
puzzle.  Actually you should be proud of yourself. 
The voice you use as Batgirl is pretty different
from the Congresswoman’s.  I know a dozen
actresses who aren’t that skilled.  I doubt anyone
with less sensitive hearing than mine could ever
pick up on it.”
	“I guess I can’t blame you at all then,” 
Barbara said.  “and if I can’t trust you with my
secret, who can I trust.”
	Supergirl smiled broadly, then a pensive
look appeared on her face.  The sudden shift in
expression didn’t go unnoticed.
	“I’ve seen that look before.”  Barbara said
in response.  “That’s the look of someone who
has something to say but doesn’t know if or how
to say it.”
	“You’re pretty observant.”  Kara replied.
	“I had some pretty good teachers.”  came
Barbara’s reply.  
	“Okay, if this is the wrong thing to say,
please accept my apologies in advance.”  Kara
offered.
	“I’m a big girl, a little thing like words
aren’t going to bother me.”
	“Well,”  Supergirl began, seeming to be
searching for the right words.  “I was going to say
that the only reason I was able to recognize you
from those little clues, was because I was so taken
by you when we met this morning.  I haven’t been
able to get you out of my mind all day.  At first it
was because you reminded me of someone I lost a
long time ago.  Then I realized it was because I
felt attracted to you in a way I haven’t been drawn
to anyone in a long time.  Back home, on Argo
City, this wouldn’t be a problem.  We didn’t have
a problem with same sex attractions.  Here on
Earth, I know that a majority of people, at least in
this country, don’t go in for that sort of thing.”
	Kara paused to see Barbara’s reaction. 
She had said a lot more than she’d intended, and
hoped that if offended, Barbara would at least let
it pass without comment.  The last thing she
expected was for the pretty redhead to burst out
laughing.
	‘I’m sorry....”  she said in-between laughs,
unable to regain her control for a few minutes. 
“I’m not laughing at you.  I’m laughing at myself.”
	Now it was Kara’s turn to be confused.
	“Not ten minutes ago,”  Barbara tried to
explain as she finally recovered her self-control. 
“I was having the most erotic fantasies about you
and chiding myself for having thought them.  I’ve
never done anything like this before.  I mean
outside of my fantasies.  But I couldn’t help
thinking how much I’d like you to be my first.”
	“Well then.”  the woman from a distant
star beamed.  “It seems we have a lot more in
common that we first thought.  Perhaps we should
have dinner and discuss it a little further.”
	“I’d like that.”  Barbara beamed back.        

	
	After they thought about it, having a quiet,
private dinner was easier said than done.  After all,
freshman legislator that she was, Barbara was still
a member of congress.  Kara on the other hand,
was already world famous, with the pictures of
her latest exploits adoring the front page of
Washington’s afternoon papers.  As well as the
lead story on all the evening news shows.   
	“I know a place.”  Kara smiled.  “But we
really aren’t dressed for it.  Why don’t you head
home and change and I’ll meet you there in an
hour.  Something casual, it’s really not a fancy
place.”
	“Sounds fine to me.” Barbara smiled back,
her tone tinged with anticipation.



	Casual was an understatement as Barbara
opened her door a little over an hour later to find
Kara standing there in street clothes.  The familiar
and flamboyant blue and red costume had been
replace by a simple embroided pink tee and a pair
of white slacks.  Her long blonde hair hung
loosely around her shoulders, reaching down to
just below her breasts.  She looked like hundreds
of other pretty girls you’d find walking the streets
of Washington on a summer day.
	“Oh my.”  Barbara gasped. 
	“Too much?”  Kara asked.
	“Not at all.”  Barbara grinned.  “I don’t
think anyone’s going to recognize you like that.”
	Barbara had changed into a comfortable
summer print, blue and white.  Her thick red locks
had been pinned up and back.   “Are you ready?”
Kara asked.  
	“Definitely.”  Barbara smiled.  “Do I need
to bundle up or anything?”  she asked.
	“Not unless you plan on driving with the
top down.”  Kara replied.
	“Driving..?”  Barbara queried.
	“You do have a car, don’t you?”  Kara
asked in return.
	“Why yes, but I thought that...”
	“That we’d fly to where we were going.”
Kara finished her question for her.
	Barbara nodded yes.
	“I really try to live a normal life when the
costume comes off.”  Kara offered.  “And believe
it or not, I don’t have a drivers license.”
	“You’re kidding.”  Barbara grinned.
	“No, I gave up my last secret identity
some time ago.”  she explained. “It’s hard to go
down to motor vehicles when you don’t have so
much as a library card in your name.”
	“I guess I’m driving then.” Barbara
concluded.


	It was only a short drive into the Virginia
countryside where they pulled up to a quaint
nineteenth century bed and breakfast. Inside they
were quickly shown to a private table in the dining
room by one of the owners of the establishment. 
After the older woman took their orders, she left
them alone.
	“I think she recognized you.”  Barbara
whispered.
	“You don’t have to whisper, Barbara.” 
Kara said in a normal tone.  “Mrs. Hackett very
well knows who I am.  In fact, I think that look of
recognition was for you.”
	A momentary look of worry flashed across
the Congresswoman’s face, but Kara was quick to
reassure her.
	“About three years ago, Mrs. Hackett’s
grandson was ice skating on the frozen lake out
back with some friends.”  she said.  “Luckily, I
happened to be flying over a few minutes after the
ice broke and he’d fallen through it.  I was able to
get him to the hospital in Richmond quick enough
for the doctors to save him.  She hasn’t forgotten
that. So you don’t have to worry about anything. 
Whatever happens within these walls stays here.”
	“In that case.”  Barbara said with relief as
she reached out and took Kara’s hand in her own. 
“I think I should tell you that I could  really fall in
love with you quite easily.”
	“You don’t know how good it feels to
hear that.”  Kara replied with a twinkle in her deep
blue eyes.

	Over what turned out to be quite a
magnificent dinner, the two woman learned a
great deal more about each other.  Kara told of
her attempts to become more like the people of
her adopted world.  Attempts which had ended in
failure after failure until she finally learned she was
kidding herself.  The only way she could really
become one of them was to give up the abilities
that made her different.  That wasn’t something
she was prepared to do.  She’d become quite
accustomed to being super-powered over the last
few years and wasn’t about to give that up.
	“You could do that, give up your
powers?”  Barbara asked.
	“Yes, there is a certain isotope of
kryptonite that can alter my molecular structure so
that my body would no longer convert solar
energy the way it does.  That’s the way my
powers work by the way.  That and the lighter
gravity of this world.” Kara explained. 
“Superman called it gold K after the color.  He
keeps one of the rare samples of it hidden in his
arctic fortress for an emergency.  If he ever came
up against a stronger, evil survivor of Krypton, it
might be the only weapon he could use.  The
effects are permanent.”
	“I thought that you and her are the only
survivors of Krypton?”  Barbara asked.
	“Not really, there have been others. Some
good, some not so.”  Kara went on.
	“That’s a scary thought.”  Barbara mused. 
“All that power in the hands of someone with no
compulsion against using it.”  
	“Well, that’s a worry for another day.” 
Kara smiled.  “I want to hear more about you.”
	Barbara happily complied.  She told how
she grew up hiding her beauty in favor of her
intelligence, believing that you could only be one
or the other.  It wasn’t until she became Batgirl
that she realized she could be both.  The
Congresswoman vented her frustration about how
what she thought of as a golden opportunity to
make a difference as a legislator had instead
become a trap with no real authority.  Her office
was being run by her chief of staff who answered
to the party bosses.  She’d become a figurehead.
	“Maybe you just have to decide what’s
more important to you.” Kara suggested.  “Do
you make a more important contribution as
Batgirl or Congresswoman Gordon.  Or are the
two really as incompatible as you seem to think.”
	“I’ve had some of the same thoughts over
the last few hours.”  Barbara said.
	“As far as your authority goes.”  Kara
continued.  “It’s still there, all you have to do is
reach out and take it.  No matter how you got
there, you are the Congresswoman.  Your chief of
staff only has control because you let him.  As
long as you are willing to pay the price, that is
perhaps not getting elected in November, you can
pretty much do what you want.  And if you should
lose, well would you be any worst off than right
now.  At least you’d have made a difference in the
interim.”
	Barbara thought about it for a few
moments.  Everything Kara had said had also
occurred to her at one time or another over the
last few months, but she hadn’t been really
listening to her inner voices.  Perhaps all she really
needed was to hear that advice reflected by
someone she trusted -- a commodity all too
lacking inside the beltway.    

	“Excuse me, is there a phone I could use.” 
Barbara said to Mrs. Hackett who had come by to
see if there was anything else she could get her
special guests.
	In response, the smiling gray haired
woman produced a small cellular phone from her
apron.  The tiny technological marvel seemed a
little out of place in the antique settings.
	“Be my guest.”  she said as she handed
Barbara the phone.
	“Thank you.” the redhead said as she
punched in the number for her office.
	The conversation was brief and from the
onset, Barbara was in total control.  A feeling she
had missed a great deal lately.  Tim Murray had
begun to chide her for not leaving a number where
she could be reached but she quickly cut him off.
	“I’ll be away for the weekend, that’s all
you need to know.” the Congresswoman said. 
“And when I get back Monday morning, I want to
find your office cleaned out and a letter of
resignation sitting on my desk.”
	“You can’t do that.” he protested.
	“I can and I did.”  she replied firmly. 
“There’s no need for discussion.  Goodbye.”
	Breaking the connection, she had a broad
grin on her face as she handed the phone back to
Mrs. Hackett.  
	“Thank you, Mrs. Hackett.”  she said.
	“You’re welcome,”  the sixty year old
smiled in return.  “And you can call me Amanda.”
	“Then thank you, Amanda.”  she repeated
as their hostess walked away.

	“That felt good.”  Barbara said to Kara as
she turned her attention back to her.
	“I know something that’s going to feel
even better.” the Kryptonian said cheerfully.  “Our
room is ready.”       
	
	The room that had been reserved for them
was decorated in the same motif as the rest of the
small inn.   It was like stepping back a hundred
years to a bygone age.  No television, no
telephone, no instantaneous communication with
the rest of the world.  Even the electric lights, the
only concession to modern living, had been
designed to resemble old gas lamps.
	The center of the room was dominated by
a large oversized bed, complete with four tall
oversized bedposts.  Large open windows filled
with the light of the full moon which had just
begun to rise into the early night sky.
	“It’s beautiful.”  Barbara gasped in
astonishment.  “It’s the most beautiful room I’ve
ever seen.”
	“I hoped you’d like it.”  Kara said as she
lifted her hand to her companion’s cheek and
began to gently caress it. “A beautiful lady like
yourself deserves to be surrounded by beautiful
things.”
	With that Kara replaced the caress of her
fingers with that of her lips.          
	At first, the kiss was like that she would
give a sister or a dear friend.  A light peck
denoting tenderness and affection.  Then she
pressed harder - this time with passion.  Barbara
felt the press of Kara’s tongue against her lips and
opened to receive it. 
	Kara reached up with her hand and cupped
Barbara's breast through her dress.  It felt so nice
to the older woman, bringing another surge of
emotion through her.  	
	Neither knew how long they stood, taking
soft touches and intimate kisses.  Each time
Barbara felt Kara’s tongue slip past her lips, her
heart skipped a beat.  Her lips were so soft and
sweet, her perfume so highly intoxicating. 
	Barbara was no stranger to love, having
lost her chastity the summer  of her eighteenth
year.  In the years since, she’d had her measure of
lovers.  Yet standing here in the semi-darkness,
surrounded by the splendor of an earlier age and
coupled with the intimate presence of the most
desirable woman she had ever known -- she felt
like a giddy virgin once more.
	"Why don't we get you a little more
comfortable?"  Kara asked as she kissed Barbara
one more time.
	With that, Kara pulled the zipper of her
dress all the way down, exposing the lacy strap of
her bra.  With no objection from Barbara, she
pulled the flowery print open just enough to
expose her soft creamy shoulders.
	 Kara began to kiss her way down
Barbara's neck.  Her eyes sparkled in appreciation
as the younger woman got her first good look at
Barbara’s lace enclosed mounds.
	“Is there somewhere I could change?” 
Barbara suddenly asked as she took a step back
and away from the Girl of Steel’s embrace.  “I
brought something special to wear and I wanted it
to be a surprise.”  she added in way of explanation
for her abrupt desire for privacy.
	“Of course.”  Kara replied with a look of
understanding.  “The bath is right through there.” 
she continued as she pointed to a carved door to
the left.  “Take your time.  I’ll change out here.”
	Pausing to kiss her new love one more
time, Barbara grabbed the small carry bag she had
brought with her off the floor and disappeared
into the bedroom.  The younger woman was
tempted to use her amazing vision to sneak an
advanced look at her surprise but then decided
against it.  Some things were worth waiting for.

	The interior of the bath was as carefully
and artistically decorated as the outer room.  A
large mirror dominated an antique dressing table. 
It was funny, Barbara thought as she slowly
undressed, that Kara would be so enthralled by the
settings of a more primitive age.  She had always
pictured Supergirl as always being in a futuristic
setting, literally the girl of tomorrow.  
	“Well in that case, she should love this
outfit.”  Barbara thought as she checked her
reflection in the large mirror.  
	Gone was the simple outfit she had worn
to dinner, replaced by an embossed shimmer and
tulip laced long jade gown.  Deep side slits gave
ample view of her long, slender legs. Cut low in
the front as well, the lace top barely concealed her
rounded breasts, the nipples of which could easily
been seen right through them.    
	“I’ve always like this color.”  Barbara
thought as she undid her hair and spread it across
her exposed shoulders.  “So much like my eyes.”
	Satisfied with her appearance, Barbara
took a deep breath stepped back into the
bedroom. She wasn’t prepared for what she
found.


	“Oh my!”  she exclaimed as she stepped
into a world of joyous luminosity.
	The old fashion bedroom was filled with
the light of what had to be close to a thousand
candles.  Mixed between them was an equal
number of mixed flowers , turning the chamber
into a garden.  Even the night air was rich with the
scent of blossoms.
	In the center of it all stood Kara, her
upraised arm against the bedpost.  Like her new
found love, her dinner attire had been replaced by
something more suitable.  A bright red baby doll
lace nightie barely covered her well developed
form.  The outline of her sexuality was clearly
visible through the see through material.  The
outfit was completed by the addition of a
matching kimono robe.  Her long blonde hair hung
straight down her back.
	“Impressed?”  Kara grinned as she reached
out her hand in invitation. 
	“That’s an understatement.”  Barbara
replied as she quickly crossed the room and placed
her hand in Kara’s.
	Only for a moment did Barbara asked
herself how Kara could have done all this.  After
all, she couldn’t have been inside more than ten or
fifteen minutes.  Then, as quickly as the question
manifested itself, the answer followed.  Because
she’s Supergirl, silly.  If she had wanted to, she
could’ve flown to Gotham and back in that time.
	
	“I hope some disaster doesn’t suddenly
require your attention somewhere on the other
side of the world.”  Barbara said softly as she
pressed against Kara and felt her powerful arms
close around her.  
	“Don’t worry about that, my dear sweet
love.”  Kara whispered as she kissed Barbara
lightly on her cheek.  “I didn’t even pack my
working clothes.  Let the Justice League or the
Titans handle the world for a night.”
	“You don’t know how glad I am to hear
you say that.”  Barbara replied with her own
pleasant kisses, remembering the many nights her
plans had been interrupted by the call of duty.
	“Enough talk.”  Kara said as she pressed
her lips against Barbara’s.

	The warmth of Kara’s pink lips spread
throughout Barbara’s own well developed body,
finally coming to a rest in and igniting a fire in her
heart. 
	"Mmm, that feels nice."  Barbara purred as 
lace covered mound rubbed against lace covered
mound, causing the nipples beneath to become
hard and erect.    
	Kara leaned over and kissed her way now
the fold of Barbara’s neck to the softness of her
shoulders.  Deftly she undid the small clasps that
held the nightgown in place and undid them. 
Holding the material so that it didn’t immediately
drop, the blonde carefully let it slide down the
redhead’s body, kissing the creamy white skin
beneath it as it was exposed to the warm night air.
Slowly she bent her knees and dropped to the
ground, exposing her new love as she went.  In no
time at all, Barbara was as nude as could be.	
	“You are so beautiful.”  Kara said as she
rose back to her full height.
	‘Thank you.”  Barbara beamed back.
	Before she could say anything more, she
found herself literally swept off of her feet as Kara
effortlessly lifted her into the air and began to
carry her precious cargo to the waiting bed.
	Gently laying Barbara across the soft satin
sheets, Kara took a step back and undid her own
robe and let it fall to the ground.  The red nightie
quickly followed and she was as bare as the
Congresswoman.
	“If there’s a word beyond beautiful, then
you are certainly it.”  Barbara responded to the
vision in front of her.
	Kara’s reply was only a broader smile as
she joined Barbara on the bed.  Gingerly she ran
her fingers up and down the body next to her,
producing a series of soft sighs.
 	“That feels nice.”  Barbara murmured
	"It gets better." Kara replied as she
stroked the sides of Barbara’s breasts. 
	The soft sighs began to grow in intensity
until they became moans.  The Maid of Might’s
fingers glided down the sides of the older woman
until they came to her buttocks.  There, she took a
firm grip and pulled them up and apart, exposing
the wet mound beneath it.
	Kara bent down and kissed Barbara's left
buttock, then her right.  Each succeeding kiss
brought her closer to the moist center.  Finally,
her kisses hit home and a slight shiver shook
Barbara's body.  Pulling harder, Kara gave herself
greater access and kissed her again, this time
pushing her searching tongue up into the exposed
cavity. 
	"Mmmmm"  she said as the tangy taste of
her new love filled her mouth.
	Unable to restrain herself any longer, she
began to work her tongue in and out of the
opening.  Faster and faster it moved, sending tiny
sparks of delight up into Barbara receptive form.
	"Oh yes,"  she said as she enjoyed the
sensation, excited even more that this was the first
time she had received such pleasure such as the
hand of another woman.  "More, more."
	Kara was more than willing to reply to the
request.  Even as her quick moving tongue wove a
wet path up and down Barbara's slit, Kara's hands
began to again roam across her body.  Again
sliding up and under, she cupped Barbara's firm
breasts and played with her nipples, bringing even
louder moans.
	"Turn over."  She said, guiding Barbara
with a gentle touch.
	Barbara was quick to respond, quickly
flipping over onto her back and giving Kara full
and unrestricted access.  
	
	Kara lowered herself to a position directly
over Barbara.  Then she shifted position just a
little, raising herself so that her breasts were
hanging directly over Barbara’s mouth.   There
was no mistaking her intention and Barbara was
eager to reply.  She reached up with her tongue
and caressed the nipple of Kara’s left breast.  As
she eagerly took it into her mouth, she was
surprised to find that it was so soft. She half
expected to find Kara’s skin to be hard, after all --
bullets bounced off it. 
	“Mmmm.”  Kara moaned as she felt the
warm embrace of Barbara’s mouth.  “You do that
well, are you sure you haven’t done this before?”
	Barbara was greatly pleased with the
blonde’s reaction as she again ran her probing
tongue around the wide aureole before once more
engulfing it whole.  A thousand times she had
imagined what it would be like tasting another
woman’s breasts. None of those fantasies could
compare with the real thing.
	After a few more minutes, Kara shifted
breasts and gave Barbara a chance to work her
neophyte urges on her other mound.  As she
worked her way across this new morsel, Barbara
was again overwhelmed by the combination of
Kara’s natural scent and the perfume she wore.  It
was strongest in the deep valley between her
breasts, a place Barbara would’ve never thought
of wearing it.
	It was only then that Barbara noticed that
although Kara was on top of her, she wasn’t
actually on her.  Using her amazing ability to defy
gravity, she was floating in the air, an inch
between them.
	Kara shifted position again, drifting
downward so that she could kiss Barbara anew. 
As their lips met, she pressed her breasts hard
against the woman beneath her, rubbing their
nipples against each other.
	“I want you.”  Barbara whispered in
Kara’s ear. “I want to taste you.”
	“And you shall.”  Kara replied in the same
quiet tone.
	After a final kiss, she floated upward and 
straddled the redhead spreading her tunnel of
delight above her.  Barbara sat up and stuck her
eager face between the outstretched legs. She
wasted no time in reaching up with her tongue,
probing the inner reaches of Kara’s womanhood. 
A sudden rush filled Barbara as the first taste of
female juices hit her tongue.  Out of curiosity, she
had tasted herself several times, but this was
different.  This was another woman. Possibly the
most powerful woman in the world.	
	Determined to excel in her new activity as
she had done in most everything else in her life,
Barbara slid her tongue around and around as she
liked a lover to do to her. Her left hand played
with Kara’s clit as she tried to reach out with her
tongue, hitting all the places that she knew were
the most sensitive in her own body.
	Kara helped with her efforts with both a
gentle hand on the back of her head, guiding her,
as well as a steady stream of soft moans.  The
closer Barbara got the right spots, the louder the
moans became.  
	Time passed quickly and what had begun
as soft gentle surges in Kara’s body had
progressed until they became rapid torrid. She
was now thrashing her saturated pussy against
Barbara’s open and ever enthusiastic mouth,
almost unable to believe that this novice was
going to bring her to climax.  Another powerful
bodyquake gripped her body, causing her to
stiffen momentarily.  From past experiences, she
knew the next time would be the one to send her
over the abyss.
	“Great Krypton!”  Kara screamed as a
tidal wave of passion ripped across her shaking
body.  
	Copying a move an old lover had once
used on her, Barbara grabbed Kara’s ass and
pressed her face as hard against her cunt as she
could. An action that drove her tongue in as deep
as was possible.  For this, she was rewarded with
what seemed to be endless eruptions of nectar. 
Waves which quickly overflowed from her mouth
and spread out across her face.  She half expected
it to be different, but it was as familiar as her own. 
She felt a such delight knowing she had caused it.

	“That was fantastic!”  Barbara exclaimed
as Kara pivoted in midair and kissed her.
	“It certainly was.”  Kara agreed.  “And
now it’s my turn.”
	Spreading Barbara’s legs, Kara placed her
head between them and with a burst of energy
began to play a tune across her precious pearl
with amazing rapidity.  The effect on Barbara was
instantaneous.
	“Oh God, Oh God!’’ she panted as the
racing of her heart seemed to match the speed of
Kara’s tongue.
	She could have never imaged any lover,
man or woman, producing such a reaction.  It was
like having an evening of lovemaking compressed
into a single instant.  Her orgasm was both
instantaneous and overwhelming.
	“Oooooooo”  she screamed so loud that
she was sure that every guest in the small inn
heard her.
	
	Barbara would never be sure how long her
brief passage through nirvana lasted, it was like an
out of body experience.  All she knew was that
some time later she again became conscious of her
surroundings and shifted her sweat covered body
so she could face her blonde lover once more.
	“I think I should be dead.”  she said.
	“Why is that?”  Kara asked curiously.
	“Because after that, I think everything else
in my life is going to be anticlimactic.”  Barbara
laughed.
	Kara laughed and kissed her lover lightly.
	“I guess I did get a little carried away.” 
she said.
	“A little..?”  Barbara repeated.
	“Tell you what,”  Kara said.  “We have all
night, why don’t we try it again ... this time at a 
slower speed?”
	Barbara’s answer was to lean over and
nestle her head between the folds of Kara’s
breasts.  The warmest of smiles filled her face.
		

	Come the morning, they would leave their
sanctuary and return to the world beyond -- and
the legends they had become.  But for this one
brief moment, they were simply two lonely woman
with dreams and desires like any other.  In truth,
under cape and cowl -- that’s all they ever were.