Batgirls – Falcone's Fury Issue 1 by AverageInstinct

Earth-669. A multiverse that looked much like Prime Earth’s. Been wanting to do a Batgirl centric erotica for awhile. A dark smutty twist on the new Batgirls comic series and using an old Batman crime family would be a good way to do it.

Hope you enjoy.

Issue 1 – Spoiler Spoiled …

It was a usual Friday night for Gotham city. All sorts of criminals were out in force due to the absence of Batman, Nightwing, Red Robin and even regular Robin. The four were off-world helping the Justice League and Titans take care of some sort of universe ending threat. Gotham wasn’t left unprotected though.

At the old Gotham East Docks, a slim, feminine, hooded figure made her way up atop a tower of old containers.

“Oracle. I’m in position.” Spoiler said into her communication device. She creeped across a tower of containers, staying hidden in the shadows as she scanned the dock below her.

“Got it. I have a good trace on you. Remember Steph, this is just a recon op. Don’t do anything unnecessary.” Oracle replied as her eyes darted between the screens in front of her.

Spoiler rolled her eyes, “Come on, you’re the one always lecturing me about using code names in the field and here you are calling me Steph!”

“You’re right. You’re right. Okay, Spoiler. Focus up.” Oracle replied.

“Augh, come on. You don’t have to talk down to me. I’ve been doing this heroine thing for a good bit now.”

“I know, I know. I’m just a little worried. Cass is out at bludhaven, and everyone else is off-world. It’s just you.” Oracle said with a tone of a worried older sister. Although Barbara Gordon was only two years older than the 18 year old Stephanie Brown, Barbara had two more years of experience in fighting crime. That two more years made a league of difference.

Barbara Gordon was using the alias Oracle as she sat behind the computers to support her friend and fellow vigilante, Stephanie Brown who was using her Spoiler alias. Barbara had given Steph her blessing to use her Batgirl moniker and even put a Bat symbol on Steph’s costume, but Steph still felt more at home with her Spoiler moniker.

“Oracle. I got eyes on target.” Steph reported.

The target was Markus Falcone, aka “The Little Roman”. He was the youngest and only surviving son of the infamous Carmine Falcone. The Falcone Mafia once owned Gotham city, from the police to the mayor, but they were chased away by both Batman and costumed villains. Markus Falcone was bent on bringing his family name back to it’s former glory. Recently out of black gate, Markus had thought Batman’s absence meant that time was opportune, unfortunately the Batgirls were quite the consistent nuisance to his goals. A year ago the girls had been successful in ambushing him and getting him locked up, humiliating the young Don-to-be.

“Good. Now keep your distance and observe from afar. The Enhanced Binoculars you have is more than enough to record what’s needed.” Barbara ordered, much to the younger heroine’s dismay.

“Oh come on! Are you serious? It’s just the little shit Falcone!” Stephanie argued. She was getting frustrated at how Barbara babied her.

Barbara remembered how feared and ruthless the Falcone’s were when she was growing up, having watched how stressed her father got when trying to deal with them. At their peak, they had even given Bruce a hard time when he first started.

“Steph. Listen to me. If Cass was here or if I was out there with you, then maybe. But for now, it’s just you.” Barbara explained.

“And it’s just him! ‘The Little Roman’. It isn’t his dad and his old big bad mafia, it’s a little punk and his gang of other punks.” Stephanie retorted. She wasn’t wrong, the Falcone Mafia of now was barely a shadow of the Falcone Mafia of then.

“Steph…”

“No! Come on! I’m ready. We’ve taken down these punks a bunch of times already! They’re C class criminals! Falcone’s a joke!” Spoiler argued, referencing the many times she and Barbara as Batgirl had taken out the various Falcone Mafia crews and squads. Crews and gangs who were guarding, transporting, selling illegal weapons, drugs and other contraband, or otherwise doing hood rat shit.

“Damn it Steph! For the last time, NO! You’re too inexperienced still!” Barbara yelled back into her mic, frustrated at how Stephanie was acting.

Stephanie didn’t reply.

“Steph?” Barbara said, after a little moment to cool off. “Shit!” Barbara exclaimed as she watched the transmitter on Stephanie’s suit turn off, “That idiot!”

Despite being frustrated and angry at Stephanie, a significant part of Barbara understood how Stephanie felt and her actions. It wasn’t too long ago that Bruce or Dick constantly chastised and lectured her. And despite all their lecturing and babying, Barbara ignored it all too, just as Stephanie was doing to her now. However, Barbara knew the consequences of such ignorance…

Barbara Gordon shut the computer off and stood up from the desk. She sighed and walked over to her closet where she kept her Burnside Batgirl costume. She had chosen to support Stephanie behind the computer because in actuality the information she got from the computer linked to the bat cave gave her more situational awareness than being on the ground did. But now she had to help her friend the best way she knew how.

While Barbara prepped herself as Batgirl, Stephanie leapt into action as Spoiler. The young purple and black clad heroine quickly made her way down the container tower, careful to stay hidden in the shadows.

‘Barbara thinks I can’t handle myself… I’ll show her!’ Stephanie thought to herself as she got closer and closer to Markus and his men. She counted only six men in total, including Markus himself.

“Thought you learned your lesson the last time Little Falcone!” Stephanie taunted Markus as she leapt from one container to another while throwing a pair of batarangs out at the thugs.

“Oh shit-Augh!” one of thugs cried out as one of the batarangs smacked into his head, knocking him out.

“Shit it’s the bat!” another cried.

“It ain’t the batman idiot! It’s Batgirl!”

“No no, it ain’t Batgirl. It’s her little friend, Spooky or some shit.” Markus corrected his goons, although a little off the mark.

“Hey asswipes! It’s rude to forget the name of the girl kicking your asses!” Stephanie shouted out as she ducked back into the shadows.

“Hah! You’re in over your head girly!” Markus taunted.

“Shut up creep!” Stephanie retorted then went silent.

The four conscious things around the young Falcone began to spread out and looked around nervously, scanning all around them for the vigilante girl. They failed to notice her drop behind them.

“Arrrgh!” One goon groaned as he was tripped to the ground. Before the others could react, Spoiler shot her grappling hook and made her way back into the shadows.

Stephanie didn’t notice but Markus had watched her the entire time, trailing her movements with his eyes.

“Now boys!” Markus ordered, triggering his men who were staged atop seemingly abandoned cranes to turn on bright spotlights onto the vigilante girl.

“Oh fuck!” Stephanie muttered loudly to herself as the lights blinded her momentarily. Her advantage fighting in the shadows, gone almost instantly. But she wasn’t down for the count just yet.

Stephanie threw tactical shades on from her utility belt, preventing the spotlights from blinding her. She counted three spotlights and noticed more thugs than before beginning to close in on her position.

The teenaged vigilante girl, although fitter than most men, was still a teenaged girl. She relied on hit and run tactics than hand to hand combat. She wasn’t bad at it, but she was no Batman, nor even as good as Tim. So in a fit of desperation, Spoiler threw the last of her eight batarangs all around her. Four thugs went down as they were struck while the four other batarangs found themselves stuck into the pistols and rifles on the four other thugs. Those left standing continued to close in on the heroine.

The grapple hook came out next in a desperate attempt to escape. Spoiler shot the hook at the eastern crane and she begins to fly through the air as she is pulled towards the crane.

“Impossible!” Stephanie cried out, her eyes wide open as she watches a knife fly through the air and cut the grappling hook line clean through. “Aughh!” Steph grunted as she crashed into the ground and a container.

“Hell yeah! Nice throw boss!” A goon complimented Markus.

Markus and seven of his men slowly made their way over to the down vigilante. She wasn’t out for the count yet though.

Spoiler threw down a smoke bomb and pulled out her twin expendable electrified batons. At that moment, she was thankful she had trained with Dick in escrima stick fighting, the little that she did do.

The smoke cloud continued to billow and engulfed the surrounding men. Stephanie turned the thermals in the tactical shades on and then made her move.

“Ahh!” a thug let out an electrified scream. Then another screamed. Another thug let out a small whimper as he dropped as well.

“Now boys!” Markus ordered again, this time triggering a pick-up truck with a large industrial fan strapped down on the back of it to pop out from one of the large containers on the ground.

The fan turned on and blew the smoke away, leaving the vigilante in a clear line of sight of the thugs armed with guns.

“No way…” Stephanie muttered in disbelief. She was beginning to realize that she had grossly underestimated the young Falcone and had fallen into a meticulously planned trap.

‘Oh man… I hope Barbs isn’t too mad at me for turning my transmitter off and comes looking for me…’ Stephanie thought to herself as she found herself surrounded by the four thugs left standing and the Falcone.

“Put your weapons away. This bitch is mine.” Markus ordered as he began to make his way towards the heroine. Stephanie did not remember Markus being as built as he was or as tall.

“Ha, brave of you. Bring it on creep!” Spoiler said with bravado despite how nervous she was getting. Markus smirked.