"Did you just see that?" the girl in the Batgirl costume asked, throwing out her arm to stop her friend.

"See what?" the girl dressed as Supergirl asked, following her gaze down the deserted street.

"It looked like a flashlight over in that store," the costumed redhead said, pointing.

They both stared at the dark storefront. "You're imagining things," Supergirl responded.  "Now come on, we're late enough as it is.  Notice how we're the only ones out on the street?  That's 'cause everyone else is already partying their asses off."

"You're the one who took forever to get ready," Batgirl retorted.

"Ugh, yes I was, and I look great, thank you very much.  And now you're the one holding us up, jumping at shadows.”  Supergirl responded, crossing under her arms across her very puffed out chest, accentuating her bust as she struck a heroic and also very sexy pose.

“Fine, let’s—” Batgirl froze as a beam of light lit up the interior of the shop for a second before going dark again.

“Yes, I saw it this time,” Supergirl said with a huff, starting down the sidewalk towards the store.  “Let’s go.”

“But shouldn’t we, I don’t know, call someone before we go to the party?  Like the police?” Batgirl said as she hurried after her companion.

“We’re not going to the party,” Supergirl responded coolly, not breaking her stride.  “Well, we are, obviously, but after we stop this robbery.”

“Wait, what?” batgirl asked, grabbing Supergirl’s arm and stopping her in her tracks.  “We can’t do that.”

“Sure we can.  We stroll in there, looking like hot as hell super heroines, and the crooks will just stop what they’re doing and surrender to us on the spot.”

Batgirl looked at her partner like she was crazy.  “Pauline,” she started.

“No, tonight it’s Supergirl,” her companion said, resuming her heroic pose.

“No, it’s Pauline.  And maybe I’d concede that there is a chance of your crazy ass plan working if today wasn’t the day before Halloween, and everyone’s in constume.  You’re not Supergirl, and I’m not Batgirl.”

Pauline dropped her arms to her side, pouting.  “God you’re a buzzkill Fionna. Fine, let’s just call the cops and be on our way.”

Fionna, dressed as Batgirl, looked relieved.  “Alright, where’s your phone?  Call 911 and tell them the jewelry store on fifth is getting robbed.”

“My phone?!” Pauline asked.  “Where the hell do you think I’m carrying a phone?”  She gestured at her skintight Supergirl costume.  It was fairly obvious that she wasn’t concealing a phone or anything else on her person.  “Where’s your phone?”

“I didn’t bring it,” Fionna said, her eyes downcast.

“You have a frickin’ utility belt!  You carrying around too many batarangs to bring your goddam phone!?”

“I actually don’t have any batarangs either…” Fionna whispered.

“Fine, then on to plan B.”  Pauline turned on her heels, striding confidently back down the street.

“What’s plan B?” Fionna asked, racing to catch up.

“Plan B is my plan A, silly.  We go stop the robbery ourselves.”

Fionna grabbed her shoulder, spinning her around.  “Didn’t we just go over why that wouldn’t work?  You remember, the whole it’s Halloween and we’re not really super heroines thing?”

“Yes Fi, I get it, we’re not super heroines, but we can’t just ignore a crime being committed right in front of us.  We don’t have cell phones, and everything around here is closed.  If we wait until we get to the party, the robbers might already be gone.  We’ll just sneak inside, and use the phone inside, or maybe we can just trip the alarm or something.”

Fionna sighed.  Pauline was right, whether she wanted to admit or not, and she couldn’t in good conscious turn a blind eye on a crime being committed right in front of her.  She idolized Batgirl for more than her looks.  “Fine, let’s do this,” she said, her reservations about the plan obvious from her tone.

“Try to sound more excited,” Pauline said as she headed back down the street.

“Yay,” Fionna said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“An improvement, but you can do better.”

Fionna was about to lay on the fake enthusiasm shtick as thick as she could muster, but they were getting close to the jewelry store, and she decided it would be best if she kept her voice down.  Pauline tiptoed up the door.  She pulled on it tentatively and found it unlocked.  Fionna cringed, expecting the little tinkle of the bell above the door, but it must have been turned off or something, because the door opened without a sound.  

“Come on,” Pauline whispered, beckoning her friend to follow her as she crept into the store.  Fionna paused, glancing around the deserted street, before following Pauline inside.  The door closed silently behind them.  

The jewelry store seemed empty and deserted.  Had the door not been unlocked, Fionna would have been sure that she had imagined the flashlight.  Surely no one was robbing this place, but here they were.

“Back room,” Pauline mouthed, pointing towards the back of the store.  She dropped into a crouch, creeping forwards into the store.  Fionna was conscious of every minuscule squeak of her vinyl costume as she ducked down and followed Pauline into the store.  At least she was rocking the black Batgirl costume, albeit with the shiny gold gloves, boots, belt and bat symbol across her ample chest.  Pauline’s blue and red Supergirl getup seemed almost painfully bright and conspicuous in the dark storefront.  

The back office was separated from the rest of the store by a black curtain thrown across a doorframe.  Through the small space between the edge of the curtain and the floor, the girls could see a faint light, moving slightly, clearly the light of a flashlight moving around.

“We need to a find a phone,” Fionna hissed as Pauline reached for the edge of the curtain.

Pauline turned to her, putting a finger to her lips and glaring at her.  Pauline turned back to the door, pulling the edge of the curtain aside and poking her head through.  She blinked against the relatively bright light of the LED flashlight moving about the room, and the she spotted the source.  A small figure dressed in all black was hunched in front of a wall safe, the flashlight in its mouth, and the beam of which occasionally dashing up the far wall as the burglar pressed its ear against the safe.

Pauline ducked back out of the back room, turning back to Fionna.  “There’s just one burglar.  He’s small, might even be a she, hard to tell.  We can take them,” She whispered.

“Take them?” Fionna whispered back.

“There’s a light switch on the wall to the left of the door.  Follow me in, I’m going to sneak up on them, and when I’m close, you throw the lights, and I’ll pounce.”

“Wait, what?”  Before Fionna could voice her many questions and objections with her friend’s plan, Pauline had ducked back through the curtain, her red cape disappearing after her into the back room.  “Shit,” Fionna muttered, following her.  She wasn’t going to hang her best friend out to dry, no matter how many holes were in her stupid plan.

She followed Pauline under the curtain.  Pauline was already creeping across the room towards the origin of the light.  Fionna found the light switch, crouching just below it, ready to throw on the lights at a moment’s notice.  Pauline closed the distance between herself and the burglar.  She looked back over her shoulder and gave Fionna a thumbs up.  In the dim light cast by the flashlight, Fionna could see that her friend was grinning.

“Now, Batgirl!” Pauline cried.  The burglar turned, and Fionna switched on the lights.  The burglar threw up their arms to cover their face at the sudden bright light, and Pauline tackled them.  Fionna raced across the room, finding Pauline already had the burglar pinned on the their stomach.  The burglar was dressed in all black, complete with a black ski mask.

“Get off me, you bitch,” a female voice came from the pinned burglar.  Pauline grabbed the hand that was flailing around wildly behind the crook and bent it back, eliciting a grunt of pain.

“Now what?” Fionna asked.  Pauline seemed to have the situation more or less under control, and the girl under her was smaller than she was, but she was struggling like a wild animal, and very nearly threw the costumed girl off of her on a few occasions.

“I don’t—” she paused to try to adjust her position as the burglar was kicking her leg back into Pauline’s thigh.  “I don’t know.  She’s really strong.  Stop struggling,” she told the crook, trying to wrangle her arm back into control.

Fionna looked around frantically, and then spotted a phone on a desk.  She ran to it, picking it up and dialing 911.  The phone didn’t make any noise, and when she held it to her ear, she couldn’t hear a dial tone.

“She must’ve cut the phone line,” Fionna cried, slamming the phone back down on the receiver.

“Shit.  Do we knock her out?  Can we knock her out?” Pauline asked, grimacing as the burglar managed hit her in the ribs with her elbow.

“Who the hell are you freaks?  The world’s dumbest cops?” the burglar asked between ragged breaths.

“Don’t knock her out!  I have something.”  Fionna ran back over to Pauline and the burglar, fumbling with her belt.  She opened one of the pouches on the back and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

“So you have handcuffs but no cell phone?” Pauline asked incredulously.

“Just shut up and grab her wrists for me.”

“Wait, why do you even have those?”

“Batgirl had handcuffs, it’s part of the costume,” Fionna said, snapping one bracelet on the burglar’s wrist while Fionna tried to wrestle her other wrist into position.

“So you brought handcuffs, an occasionally seen piece of tactical equipment, over say, batarangs, a staple of the Batgirl utility belt?  And do I even want to know why you own handcuffs?”

Fionna snapped the other cuff into place, securing the burglar’s hands behind her back.  She hoped her friend wouldn’t see the blush spreading across her cheeks.  She imagined that Pauline would not want to know why she owned handcuffs, or why she brought them along as part of her costume.  “Look, it’s a good thing I had them.  They were a lot more useful than batarangs would have been.”  She’d actually tried to make batarangs out of cardstock, but they hadn’t turned out as well as she’d hoped, and she’d scrapped them.

Pauline shrugged, finally getting off of the burglar.  They helped her sit up, leaning her against a wall.  Her mask had gotten twisted around during the struggle, and the holes were no longer lined up with her eyes and mouth.  Fionna adjusted the mask until the burglar’s sky blue eyes appeared through the eyeholes.

“I believe you asked who we were,” Pauline said, standing up.  “We’re Batgirl and Supergirl, and your days of crime are over,” she said, striking a pose.

“You two, superheroes?  Please.  You’re just too little girls playing dress up, and you’re about to be taught a lesson about how the real world works.”

“You’re not in any position to be teaching us anything,” Fionna said.  She was actually getting caught up in this, the adrenaline rush of having stopped and subdued a robber.  They actually were like the super heroines they were dressed as.  Well, a little bit anyways.

The burglar smiled beneath her mask.  “First of all, don’t handcuff a thief’s arms behind her.”  There was a faint click, and the burglar jumped up to her feet, bringing her arms around in front of her, the handcuff dangling from her right wrist, the other bracelet hanging open.

The girls both took a step back.  “It’s still two against one,” Pauline said, throwing up her fists.

“Ahem.  And second, you really should clear the area before you gloat, in case you missed any additional robbers.”

Both girls spun around, looking back behind them.  Their jaws dropped.

Standing in front of the curtain was a tall man, over six feet tall, dressed identically to the female burglar, in a tight black turtleneck hugging his broad frame, black pants, and a black ski mask.

“Well hello ladies.  Aren’t you two adorable?” he said in a thick Australian accent.

“You certainly took your sweet time Mick,” the female burglar said.

He shrugged.  “I was enjoying watching you and Super Tits there struggle.”

Pauline blushed.  It was starting to dawn on her that she’d made a very big mistake.  They weren’t super heroines.  They had no business trying to stop a robbery.  And now both she and Fionna, who had followed along against her better judgment, were going to pay for that mistake.  The way the newcomer, presumably Mick, stared at her with his piercing, icy grey blue eyes beneath his mask told her that they wouldn’t like the way they had to pay for her mistake.  And yet somehow, this man, calling her Super Tits in his oh so sexy accent was stirring something inside her.

Fionna was reaching slowly for her belt.  She didn’t really have anything else of use.  The rest of the canisters were purely cosmetic, hollow and painted shut.  Maybe it was just wishful thinking.  Seeing her, the man reached for what was tucked into his own belt.  He wasn’t slow, and the gun her pulled out was not cosmetic, but very real.

“Ah ah ah, Bat Tits.  As much as I’d like to see what other kinky toys you’ve got stashed in that belt of yours, let’s wait on that.”

They both threw up their hands at the sight of gun, gasping.

“That’s a smart move,” he said.  “Kaylee, you wanna see what else they’ve got?”

“My pleasure,” the female burglar responded.  “Alright girls, hands on the wall, and keep your traps shut.”

Pauline and Fionna turned to the wall, placing their palms up on the wall above their heads.  Kaylee stepped up behind Fionna first, kicking her legs apart so they were spread about a foot apart.  She bent down, running her hands all around Fionna’s gold boots.  She moved slowly up her skintight vinyl pants, brushing the cape aside as she went up.  Fionna whimpered as the burglar’s hands roved over her ass, squeezing her supple bottom.  She squeaked in surprise as Kaylee’s hand found its way between her legs, cupping her sex.  The tight black vinyl offered almost no protections as Kaylee traced her labia with one gloved finger, before retreating and moving up to her belt.  With one last squeeze of her ass, Kaylee reached around front and unclipped Fionna’s gold belt, letting it drop to the floor.  

“This costume leaves nothing to the imagination,” Kaylee purred in Fionna’s ear as she continued her sensual frisking, groping her breasts.  “Oh, is someone enjoying this?” she asked, finding Fionna’s nipples poking through the tight material.

Fionna bit her lip, just wanting this violation to be over.  Finally, Kaylee was done, satisfied that her captive was both not concealing anything and thoroughly humiliated.  

“You can have these back,” Kaylee said, snapping the cuff onto Fionna’s left wrist.  She pulled both wrists behind her and locked them together.  “I know I’m not taking my own advice,” she said, draping Fionna’s cloak over her cuffed wrists, “but I don’t think you really want to escape.”

“What are you going to do to us?” Pauline asked as Kaylee turned her attention her.

“Whatever… we… want…” Kaylee said, running her hands up Pauline’s bare thigh, up under her short skirt.

“Please, our friends are expecting us.  If you—” she gasped as Kaylee abruptly grabbed her thong, yanking it off and breaking the sides.  Kaylee held up Pauline’s tiny blue thong, complete with the Supergirl “S” logo printed on the crotch, and sniffed the garment.  

"I see you’re a little excited too,” Kaylee said.  Pauline opened her mouth to protest, but Kaylee promptly jammed the slightly damp thong into Pauline’s mouth.  She clamped her leather glove over Pauline’s lips, holding the panties in place.  She made no effort to pretend to continue frisking the helpless girl, openly groping her chest.  She plunged her free hand down the top of Pauline’s outfit, mauling her tits while she kept her tightly handgagged.

“As much as I hate to break this up, we really should get going,” Mick interrupted.  He had the gun held loosely at his side, glancing at his watch on his other wrist.

“Fine.”  Kaylee pulled her hand out of Pauline’s shirt and released her grip on the girl’s mouth.  She grabbed Pauline’s lip ring as the blonde opened her mouth to spit out her panties.  “If you spit those out before I tell you to, Super Slut, I will rip that lip ring right off.  Do you understand?”  Pauline just stared at her, eyes wide.  “I said do you understand?” Kaylee repeated in a sharp tone, slapping Pauline’s ass.  The girl’s head bobbed up and down frantically as she muffled a yes through her underwear.

Both girls breathed a sigh of relief as Kaylee released Pauline.  They stood side by side, Fionna with her wrists cuffed behind her and Pauline gagged with her panties that she was too afraid to spit out, but other wise unbound.  The robbers had to leave.  They’d pack up their things, grab all the jewelry and cash they could, and then their nightmare would be over.

“Alright, ladies, after you.  The van’s parked outside,” Mick said.  He gestured towards the curtain with his gun.

“What?” Fionna asked, Pauline attempting to voice her shock as well.

“Oh, did you think we were just going to leave you here, Bat Tits?” the Aussie asked, grinning under his mask.

“But you could.  We haven’t seen your faces, we couldn’t ID you to the cops, and we can’t call anyone until well after you’re gone,” Fionna desperately tried to bargain with them.

“Yeah, we could, but where’s the fun in that?” Kaylee said, her predatory grin matching her partners.  “The fun’s just starting for you.”