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Version 3.4
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Version 3.3
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*The Truth (extensive update)
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She knew who she was

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It wasn't supposed to be like that
The breaking of the Batgirl

The breaking of the Batgirl

Chapter 1 - The beginning of the end (Violent, stabbed, beaten, virgin, rape)

My first real genre work - not much sex in this first chapter. Warning, keep an eye on my omnibus or on AO3, as later chapters will NOT be posted here - My first real genre work - not much sex in this first chapter. Warning, keep an eye on my omnibus or on AO3, as later chapters will NOT be posted here -

Barbara rappelled down the building, landing softly against the rough brickwork. She tapped the side of her mask and the new tech Bruce had installed instantly enhanced her vision, letting her see easily in the dark. It, no, her entire new suit was amazing and light years ahead of her homemade costume she had worn originally. It had taken months in the field to earn his respect and to be brought into the fold. When he had shown up, as Bruce Wayne no less, to reveal himself to her, it had been mind-boggling. The first thing he had done was offer her a new suit, one that was tailored to her talents, but offered fabric and protection her off-the-shelf components couldn't match.

She lowered herself down the wall, scanning and noting the location of Two-Face's men around the warehouse. She had been tasked with reconnaissance while the "Dynamic Duo" dealt with the more immediate issue of another Joker rampage. Unlike Robin, Dick Grayson, she was less impulsive and didn't mind following Batman's direction and leadership. On the other hand, Dick had years more combat training and more practiced skill, despite both of them being eighteen. She trumped him easily in technical skills, but much like Bruce, she couldn't lay a hand on him unless he let her. Not that she couldn't fight, and lately her physical training had been greatly accelerated under both of their tutelages.

She was about to finish up when she saw Two-Face and some of his men inside the warehouse. She was under direct orders not to engage him or the location on her own. Under normal circumstances, she would have followed that order without hesitation. But her imager showed two people tied up and being beaten, one of whom she recognized as a beat cop. What they were doing there, she had no idea, but she couldn't just abandon them. She tapped her earpiece and called for Bruce, but there was no response. She would have tried Alfred but he was out of Gotham on personal business. Dick didn't respond either which meant they were likely dealing with the Joker or were someplace where the signal was blocked. Barbara glanced around then decided she had to go in. Not to take Two-Face down, but to get those people out safely.

The thug on the roof never even saw her coming. He hadn't even heard the grapple grip into the concrete. A jump kick to the face and he dropped like a rock. She dragged him behind a vent and secured him, tossed his gun away, then went inside. Thankfully, security was light overall at the moment. She had been casing the place so that Bruce could decide when would be the best time to strike, maximizing their damage to Two-Face's smuggling operation if they didn't manage to capture him. One floor down she easily took down another thug when she heard the gunshot. She enhanced her vision and saw where the hostages were and saw that one of them was dead, the cop. Two-Face was threatening the remaining person, cuffing their head with his gun. So much for subtlety, she thought, as time was no longer on her side. She switched off thermal vision and ran as quietly as she could. When she rounded the stairs, the guard there barely had time to process seeing her before she slammed his head against the wall. Too much noise, she thought, wincing as he dropped, but it couldn't be helped. The stairs behind him were open and dropped down to the main warehouse level below where several henchmen and Two-Face, along with the remaining hostage, resided. No time to make a plan, no hesitation, just action.

She remembered Bruce's lessons as she leaped over the railing, her modified batarang in hand. She hurled them, along with smoke pellets, disarming the closest enemies. She could almost hear Bruce's voice talking to her.

"When outnumbered and in a dangerous situation, don't be flashy. Economy of movement, of attack, with a constant focus on your surrounding. Only taunt, mock, or distract your opponents if you have distance. If you're in the fray in a bad fight, just focus on the mission above all else," he had said to her.

"I hear you, Bruce," she thought to herself as she landed. Two more batarangs flew from her hands, disarming two more gunmen. She had lost sight of Two-Face in the smoke and melee. He might have run, but that was probably hoping for too much. "Focus on your surroundings, don't be fancy. You can't outfight all these men. Strike hard, disable, escape," she reminded herself.

Two precise punches, one to a throat, the other to a groin dropped two more of the grunts. They weren't beaten, but they didn't have to be. Footsteps rushed behind her and she spun, kicking one in the head and bringing him down hard. Almost a fraction too late, the other dove for her in the smoke. Twice her size, she couldn't let the man grab her, or she would be in trouble. She rolled back, grabbing his wrists and kicking her feet into his gut, throwing him behind her. She pulled two metal balls from her pouch and hurled one at a man screaming for additional help. She almost winced at the thud it made as she knocked him out with it. The other she threw after spinning around, at the man she had just flipped over her. A quick scan of the place found every man on the ground, wincing or whimpering. Now was her chance. She reached the hostage, trying to ignore the smell of brains on the floor beside her. The hostage was hysterical as she slit through the rope and freed her. It was a woman, someone on the city council she believed. It didn't matter who they were, she had to get them out. They bolted past multiple men slowly rising when their exit door was kicked open and three more men stormed inside.

"Keep running, don't stop for anyone!" Barbara yelled and thankfully the woman obeyed. The men, recognizing Batgirl as the more immediate threat, all charged her. She slid low, her feet catching two of them in the kneecaps, their screams echoing in the warehouse. The other grabbed her and threw her against the wall. Barbara grunted as she hit it and slid down, before being grabbed again. His hands were tight around her throat and she almost panicked, before again hearing Bruce's voice.

"Never panic, no matter how much it hurts. Focus. Even the biggest of men have a weak spot," he had told her. She couldn't break the man's grip, but she didn't have to. She only had to make him let go of her. She shoved her hands towards his face, her thumbs slamming into each eyeball. He screamed and dropped her, stumbling back as she spun and kicked him unconscious to the ground. She saw the open door and started for it when the shot rang out.

Two-Face hadn't retreated. That didn't mean he was eager to get involved in the fight, however. He wouldn't hesitate if he had to, but he had let the coin decide as the smoke had filled the warehouse. Instead, he watched and waited for the Batman and that insipid Robin to join the chaos. But they didn't, it was only Batgirl, likely drawn out by his murder of the meddlesome cop. He watched, with a measure of respect, the girl take down his men. Prepared, he had to admit, she still might have taken them down, but with surprise and rescue on her mind, they hadn't stood a chance. Only when his hostage escaped did he flip his coin again. His finger rubbed the rough X carved on one side as he lifted his gun and fired.

Barbara felt it before she heard it, but it still took a second to register what had happened. She felt something punch her head and she had crashed hard against the floor, sliding against some boxes. She heard someone screaming as she tried to get her body to respond. Her head throbbed in pain as she touched herself and felt where the bullet had grazed, glanced off her. If she'd been wearing her old costume, she would have been dead. No question. Even now, the bulletproof weave had only managed to blunt and deflect the bullet that had jarred her brain. She managed to crawl a bit, hands and feet barely working, struggling to do anything as the room spun around her.

Two-Face strode toward Batgirl, somewhat surprised to see her alive and relatively undamaged. He picked up a crowbar as he got closer, tired of all those fucking Bats and the trouble they caused him. He grabbed the little bitch and pulled her up before letting go and swinging the crowbar hard into her side, cracking a rib and slamming her against and over some crates.

Barbara yelled in pain as she hit the concrete. Her side was killing her and it took everything for her to stand up. She had to get out of there and fast. She barely saw Two-Face round the corner and swing, dodging his attack at the very last second. Two more swings narrowly missed her side and head, before she ducked under a wild swing and punched him in the face. Taking her moment, she spun to run away and everything went sidewise, spinning wildly again. She managed five steps before losing her balance and falling down. One of his henchmen came out of nowhere and kicked her in the side and flipped her onto her back.

"Get the FUCK away from her, you stupid piece of shit! This bitch is mine!" she heard Two-Face say as he walked over. She managed to roll out of the way of the crowbar again but the movement made her dizzy and she took the next blow right in the small of her back. She screamed again as he brought it down on her shoulder blade as she weakly kicked back at his feet.

"Oh no, you're not tripping me up, you meddlesome cunt," he screamed at her as he kicked her in the ass, shoving her forward. He then held her cape and jerked her back up, standing and spinning her around quickly. He had noticed how easily she had gotten disoriented and figured the gunshot had done more than graze her. Probably had rattled her brains good, he thought to himself. One powerful swing brought the bar right into her gut and then he savagely backhanded her with the prybar to the side of her head. She was still standing, which he had to give her credit, any of his men would have already been on the ground. Despite that, she didn't move when he pulled his switchblade out and stabbed it deep into her side, before shoving her to the ground.

Barbara didn't hear anything he said at first. She had felt she had fight left in her at first, but when he had hit her head again, she barely managed to stand and nothing else. Then, her side burned painfully, and she fell back to the ground. Two-Face's mouth was moving but she couldn't focus on it, him, anything. She touched her side and something was there, she felt wrong, as blood leaked out her nose. Her hands were slick for some reason as she uselessly tugged at the object hurting her. Nothing made sense anymore. Two to four Two-Face's bent over her, planting their feet on her chest. They talked, but it was a jumble.

"Do you understand?" he said, repeating himself again to her. "We're going to let fate decide what I should do with you. Because of you, that council bitch is going to cause problems for me and this warehouse will have to be abandoned. Thankfully, the explosions Joker has been setting off should give us some time to get out of here with everything. As for you, you cost me millions," Two-Face said, kicking at the switchblade in Batgirl's side, making her cry out in pain.

"But I'm nice, I'm giving you two chances. First flip? Well, let's see if I let you go or not?" After saying that, he flipped the coin and Barbara watched as five coins spun in the air before somehow all being caught by him. He made a tsk tsk sound before kneeling and showing Barbara the coin and the X scratched into it, barely an inch from her face.

"Not good Batbitch, not good at all. Now, what to do with you?" he said, flipping it again. He slowly swam into focus for her as he knelt down once more. Barbara noticed before where he had been focusing his scarred visage towards her, the other unblemished side now turned toward her. There was a horrible sadness on his face as he cradled the coin, the X side up once again. His hand stroked her face gently as he whispered in her ear.

"I'm sorry, I really am," he said softly, before standing up and calling to his men. "Strip the bitch, but leave her mask on. I don't give a fuck who she is under that. Use the knife to cut her out of that shit if you have to," Two-Face said, to the cheers of the men there. Barbara tried to roll over and crawl away, but she was quickly held down by several men. She sobbed as the switchblade was pulled out and her costume was slowly ripped open where it had been before. Any time she struggled, someone slapped, punched, or shoved a finger in her stab wound. It was still just a struggle to think but it seemed like it took only moments before they had stripped and torn her clothes free. The last to be removed was her boots, the knife slicing through the laces before they and her socks were tossed to the floor, leaving her bloody, bruised, and naked on the floor. She still kept trying to crawl away, her chest dragging against the cold concrete.

"Get her boss!" someone yelled as Barbara was pulled up by two men. They held her arms tightly, taking no chances, as they displayed her for Two-Face and all the men there. Barbara cried softly, the room still spinning around her. She always knew this was a possibility, but had never taken it seriously. Death or injury, yes. But this, no. She now understood the strange sadness that had been on his face briefly. This was more about his men than her. About something more important than just raping her. She barely muttered a weak "Please, don't" as Two-Face inspected her.

She was fit, obviously. But there was an innocence to her body, the kind that only came from someone still growing up. He had known the boy blunder was a kid, but the girl was clearly one as well. Blood ran down her left side and leg. It looked nasty but he knew he hadn't hit anything serious there. Other than her ribs and belly swollen red from the crowbar, she was mostly unmarked. Except for her nipples. They were puffy and raw from her dragging them against the concrete when she had tried to crawl away. He nodded and the men spread her legs wide and he smiled. She had just a little landing strip, groomed probably in the hopes of someone she had a crush on. Robin, he wondered. Or the Bat? He reached down and suddenly, the Batgirl was gone and there was just a kid in front of him.

She couldn't help it. It was humiliating enough when they spread her legs, but when he touched her, she cried. She cried as she was fingered by a man for the first time, as she heard him gasp and scream "We got a virgin!" to his men. It was only a moment and she stopped, but she felt humiliated as the men dragged and pulled her over a crate, still holding her tightly.

"We got a virgin indeed, boys!" Two-Face yelled to his men, smiling at them. Then he parted her legs as the men held her down. "That is, we HAD a virgin!"  he laughed as he thrust forward.

Barbara screamed. As the men around her cheered on their monster of a leader, she screamed.  Her arms and legs were held firmly, their fingers digging brutally into her skin. But she barely noticed them. She only noticed that he had spread her lips, the cold air flowing against her nether region, the heat of the men around her, their cheers and laughter. And then, the pain. He hadn't used any lube on her vagina. Not even spit. He hadn't eased into her, stretched out the moment into eternity to humiliate her. He hadn't done any of those things. One moment, she was still a virgin, the next, a grown man's cock was impaled deep inside her. She screamed and struggled in pain but then, part of her just went away. The hands on her relaxed, by order, not that she noticed. She didn't see or feel anything around her except for the cock that was ramming itself in her, raping her. She just held onto the rough wooden crate, stoic at first, then softly crying, tears staining the wood under her face as she was used to a cheering crowd. Every now and then, he would punch her side or her back, and then when he got close, her hurt her even worse.

"GAAAAAAAAAAA," she screamed as his pace quickened, slamming into her harder and harder. She felt his hands slide against her hips, up higher, and then his finger found her stab wound and was shoved inside her. She tensed and thrashed and all the men laughed as Two-Face said something about making her "tight". Then he slammed deep into her, once, twice, and she felt him spill his seed inside her. He pulled out and she saw flashes as the men took pictures of her defilement. Someone grabbed her leg and jerked her off the wooden crate, scraping her belly and breasts against the wood before dropping her to the floor. Dazed, she trembled as Two-Face stood over her, looking sad again.

"I'm sorry Batcunt, but this, this was just the beginning." Then he raised his foot and stomped on her face as everything faded away. The men dragged her limp body to a van and tossed her inside. Then, once everything was cleared out, they torched the place, leaving her costume, the cop's body, and her earpieces behind. Barbara's body bounced in the van as they drove off, her fall from grace only just beginning.

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