Robin-Girl (Act 6) (Patreon)

<Act 6>

Batman returned to the Batcave. The batcomputer hadn't finished its analysis yet. Robin was reaching behind his head trying to remove his cowl.

“What are you doing?”

“Now is the time to find out who Batgirl is.”

“I don't think you should. Batgirl relies on her anonymity to do her work. We shouldn't take that away from her.”

“But under the circumstances.”

“You will return to being Robin, but if you discover her secret she will never get her secret back. It isn't right.”

“Gosh, Batman. I know you're right.”

“Okay, while your Batgirl never remove your cowl.”

“I will not”

“Promise me.”

“I promise, Batman”

“Good, now let's see what the batcomputer has for us.”

“It's still thinking.”

“It shouldn't be long now.”

It wasn't too much longer before the batcomputer listed the locations of all the Hut Sombrero headgear. It listed the items by the ease of theft. The next opportunity for the Mad Hatter to retrieve another chapeau wasn't for several hours. As Robin couldn't return to his normal clothes and relax upstairs, Batman and Robin waited in the Batcave.

“Batman, I have to go to the restroom. You think I should?”

“You have to, what else is there to do?”

“I guess you're right.” Robin walked to the batbathroom. She realized that she couldn't get out of the Batgirl costume. It zippered in the back under her purple and yellow cape.  She tried to reach the zipper and pull it down, but she didn't have the technique to do it. She didn't have any choice but to ask Batman to do it for her.

“Batman, could you unzip me?”

“Surely.” Batman found the zipper and pulled it down to Robin's lower back. His eyes avoided looking at the bare skin that was being revealed as the zipper descended.

Back in the bathroom, Robin pulled out her left shoulder from the costume and then slipped out her entire arm. The right arm was next. Then she gulped as he lowered the bodice of the costume revealing her bra. Robin discovered that Batgirl's lingerie was color-coordinated with her outfit. Batgirl's bra was a strong cotton underwire with relatively rigid cups to keep her breasts from moving too much while running or fighting.

Robin pulled down the bodice of her outfit down lower, exposing her tummy and her belly button. She pulled it down past her thighs to her knees. She could see full-cut lavender pantie briefs. Robin looked away as she pulled the panties down her legs. Robin sat down on the toilet and relaxed her muscles. The urine came streaming out of her. It was a relief. Robin had waited well past the time she noticed she needed to go before asking Batman about it. Plus, Batgirl had a smaller bladder than Robin so it had become an emergency by the time she had asked.

Secure in the knowledge that she had completed her task, Robin pulled up her panties and then pulled up the bodice of her outfit. She placed her arms in the sleeves and pulled the zipper up as high as she could. But she would have to ask Batman to zip her all the way up. Robin wondered how Batgirl got in and out of her outfit all by herself.

A moment later, Alfred arrived via the service elevator. He was carrying a tray that contained two chicken sandwiches, two glasses of milk, and some potato chips.

“I thought you two might like a snack,” Alfred told them.

“Boy, would I!” Robin responded. She didn't realize how hungry she was until she saw the food. The original Batgirl never ate too much. Not only was she Batgirl, but she was also a woman. She feared gaining too much weight. Thus she was always a bit hungry.

Alfred watched Batgirl carefully. He wanted to see if it was really Batgirl or Robin. He was the only person to know the true identities of both. He made small talk.

“Does anyone else know about the swap?”

“Well, the Mad Hatter of course, and his gang.”

“Anyone else?”

“No.”

“Not even Commissioner Gordon>”

“No, he doesn't know. He mustn't be told. No one can know of this swap.”

“I see.”

“Alfred, with this secret in mind, I need you to do us a favor.”

“What's that?”

“I want you to get the Batgirl cycle and bring it here.”

“Why?”

“It'd be suspicious if Batgirl was riding with me in the batmobile. It would be better if she road behind on her cycle.”

“Where is the cycle?”

“I saw it at the Black Derby. Go fetch it.”

“Right away, Sir.”

Robin ate both sandwiches: her own and Batman's. She still felt a little hungry.

“Alfred will be back soon. In the meantime, you have to start training.”

“Training?”

“Yes, you have to learn to fight.”

“I know how to fight, you know that.”

“I mean like Batgirl. She never throws punches. She doesn't have the upper body strength. She mostly kicks.”

“She does?”

“Yeah.”

“I hadn't noticed.”

“I've been paying attention to her.” Batman was more experienced than Robin. He had more time to be more observant of the little things that went on around him. Robin mostly just reacted, especially in a fight.

“Okay, stand here,” Batman ordered. “Now try and kick this off of the table.”

Robin lifted his leg and tried to kick the mark. Even though he reached it easily and kicked it hard, Batman told him, “Not quite right.” Robin didn't realize that he flashed his crotch during the kick in a most vulgar (for a woman) fashion.

“What was wrong with that?”

“It's not ladylike. You have to be more graceful.”

“But, I kicked it.”

“Robin, you have to get used to it. You are a lady now. You can't do things the same way as before. Not until you get your body back. Now try again and this time be graceful.”

“How do I do that?”

“Try a more sweeping kick. Something with a more fluid motion.”

“I'll try.”

Robin kicked again. This time as Batman suggested, Robin kicked from the side. It was better, but not perfect.”

“Good, try again.”

“Must I always kick like this?”

“No, you can kick straight on too. If you kick this way.”

Robin learned a bunch of kicks that would he hone on a dance stage, like Gotham Stonefellow Theater. They practiced for several hours. Long after Alfred returned with the Batgirl cycle.

It was finally time to go. The next location would be Madam Magda Hat Boutique. This hat would be virtually unprotected.

“Let's go.”

“There is one last lesson before we go.”

“I don't think I need any more lessons.”

“You do and this one is as important as the last”

“What?”

“You have to learn how to put on makeup.”

“Put on makeup?”

“Yes, Batgirl would never be caught without a fresh coat of lipstick on her lips and her eyes properly powdered.”

“But...”

“I told you she has a reputation to protect and as long as you have her body, you must protect that reputation.”

“But makeup.”

“It's not that hard.”

“OK, I guess I can. I'll ask Alfred to get Aunt Harriet's lipstick.”

“You can't wear that. It's the wrong color.”

“Then what?”

“You have lipstick in your Batgirl Utility Belt.”

“I do?”

“Yes, I've seen her use it.”

“You have?”

“Yes, she didn't notice that I saw her, but I surely did.”

“Where is it?”

“Over here.”

Robin reached into the utility belt he was wearing and found a compact and lipstick exactly where Batman pointed

“We have our necessities, and she has hers,” Batman stated.

Robin held the lipstick to her lips but didn't know what to do.

Batman showed him. Bruce Wayne had many girlfriends and had seen them put on their makeup many times. He was just as observant when he was Bruce Wayne as when he was Batman.

“It took several attempts until Robin had applied the makeup properly. Batman made her do it several more times to make sure Robin had the correct technique.

With her eyes properly powdered and a coating of lipstick affixed to her lips, Robin mounted the Batgirl cycle and followed the Batmobile to Madam Magda's Hat Boutique.

Robin enjoyed how the wind ripped through her hair as she sped towards Gotham City.

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