Message-ID: <10572eli$9804231412@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Ann Douglas Subject: {AnnD}RP"Batgirl & Robin"( MF )[3/3] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <3.0.1.32.19980423065945.0071f0f0@pop.tiac.net> The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of consenting adults engaged in sexual activities. It includes characters that are copyrighted by DC Comics. This story is intended for the non-commerical enjoyment of the author and her friends. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be made from the distribution of this story. Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions are also welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it easier for me to get your reaction. One thing I do ask is that you now include your first name and age in your comments. It gives me a better idea who my audience is. Thanks and enjoy - Batgirl And Robin - Part Three by Ann Douglas “Can I borrow those?” Robin asked. “I was planning to give them to my fa...to a friend of mine. He collects things like this. In fact, he was the one who showed me how to open old cuffs like that.” Batgirl wondered if Robin had ever been to Commissioner Gordon’s house and seen the old collection in the study. Many nights when she was a child, her father had explained the pieces to her and how they worked. “I’ll give them back, I promise.” Robin said. “I just want to use them to run a trap simulation when Batman gets back. “A trap simulation?” Batgirl inquired. “When ever one of us runs into a difficult trap, we do a reenactment to see what weaknesses we overlooked and find ways to avoid it in the future.” “That’s an interesting idea.” Batgirl noted. “Makes a lot of sense. Tell me more about it.” “Well, if Batman were in town, we’d run it tonight while it was fresh in my mind. But as it is, I’ll have to wait until Monday to do it. “You couldn’t do it without him?” she asked. “Well, I’m not supposed to do it without a spotter. Kind of like working out with weights. You should have someone there in case something goes wrong.” “Hmm.” Batgirl mused. “Would I do as a spotter?” “I don’t see why not?” Robin replied. “After all, you certainly did better in the original than I did. But why would you want to go to all that trouble?” “Well, first of all, I think its kind of an interesting idea. Secondly, I had originally planned a pretty late evening so I didn’t get up today until the near side of noon. So its either this, going out again on patrol or seeing whats on the cable.” “Ok, if you really want to.” “Then it’s settled.” Batgirl smiled as she rose and took the paper plates she’d been eating off of and tossed them into the trash. “How do we go about this?” “Well, normally, if it were possible, we’d go back to the original site.” Robin explained as he dumped his own trash. “The only problem there is that it’s still a crime scene and we might run into some of Gotham’s Finest or worse the Press.” Batgirl added. “Exactly.” Robin agreed. “The second option would be to recreate it in the Batcave.” “Then I guess the Batcave it is.” concluded Batgirl. Silence filled the air for a few seconds until Robin said in a almost shock filled voice. “Take you to the Batcave?” The tone in his voice reminded Batgirl of that of a maiden who’d just been asked to surrender her virginity to a stranger. “Why, is that a problem?” she asked. “No, I guess not.” he replied somewhat sheepishly. I’d have to ask you to put on a blindfold while we drove there. It’s one of the rules.” “I guess I’m not driving then.” Batgirl quipped. “No problem, I’m not afraid of the dark.” “They should be done with the Batmobile by now, we can swing by the Police garage and pick it up.” said the Teen Wonder, a little more relaxed than before. “Good, lets clean up the rest of this and be on our way.” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Propelled by the awesome power of the Batmobile, they soon left the city behind. Speeding down dark country roads, Robin found himself stealing looks at his companion every chance he could. At one point, they’d stopped at a railroad crossing just outside of the city and Robin quickly lost himself staring at her. Her eyes were hidden by the blindfold, but Robin studied every exposed feature of her face. The curve of her face, the soft pinkness of her lips, the blush of her cheeks. Dropping his gaze downward, he examined the outline of her pert breasts in great detail. Both Selina Kyle and Jessica Taylor had much more impressive busts, but neither had ever occupied as much of his thoughts over the last few years. The 17 year old couldn’t begin to count the nights he’d masturbated to her image. His cock was so hard that it hurt, but he couldn’t tear himself away from her. Only an hour before, he had shared his most intimate secrets with her. He hadn’t ever told anyone what he’d told her, not even Batman. Had it been his imagination or had she really been turned on by what he’d told her. He couldn’t be sure. “Is something wrong?” Batgirl asked as she automatically turned to face the Teen Wonder. “We’ve been standing still a long time.” “No problem.” came the reply as he quickly shifted the car into gear. The sound of airbrakes and a sudden deceleration told Batgirl they’d arrived. She could feel the car turning on what she guessed was some sort of turntable. Then the sound of the drivers side door opening and padded footsteps rounding the automobile. Finally, the sound of her own door opening. “You can take the blindfold off now.” Robin said as he opened her door. Batgirl blinked a few times after she removed the blinder. The chamber was dimly lit so it took only a few seconds for her eyes to adjust. Curious, she turned a full three hundred and sixty degrees to take it all in. A feeling of disappointment filled Batgirl as she took it all in. The chamber was about the size of a small auditorium, with a small row of computers against the wall. To the left she could see an auto maintenance area. Not exactly what she expected. “Let me get the lights.” Robin said, a broad grin filling his face. As Robin threw a large wall mounted switch, a loud clang filled the air. Unseen banks of high powered lights exploded to life, banishing the encroaching shadows. “Omigod!” Batgirl gasped as the dark shadow she thought a wall vanished in the light. The room she’d been in had only been an antechamber. Beyond it was a vastness she couldn’t have imagined. The ceiling was almost beyond view, hidden in the few shadows still remaining. >From where she stood, Batgirl could see a scene that looked like it had been lifted right out of a George Lucas film. The cave housed a complete laboratory, including sections for chemical, forensics and electrical analysis. A sophisticated array of computers filled an entire section, all tied into giant fifty inch screens. Opposite them stood a vast communications bank, monitoring the networks and a multitude of radio frequencies. In the distance, Batgirl could see a trophy room, a fully equipped gym, and living quarters. “Unbelievable.” Batgirl said as she finally took it all it. “Well we call it home.” Robin replied as he walked into the inner cave. Robin quickly moved to the communications bank and pressed down on a small intercom. Batgirl watched as a small red light came on in response to his action. “I’m down in the cave.” he simply said. “Batgirl is with me.” “Understood sir.” said a crisp English voice. “Let me guess, that was the butler.” Batgirl joked. The sudden look of concern flashed across Robin’s face. She had meant it as a joke but had hit too close to home. “I’ll be right with you, I just want to check a few things.” Robin said. While she waited, Batgirl watched the six row bank of television monitors. They were keyed into the three major networks, CNN, Gotham One and a local station. On Gotham One, the city’s all news station, Batgirl recognized the backdrop of the Gotham Civic Center. Curious, she turned up the volume. She recognized the woman with the microphone as Carol Wilson, the station’s society reporter. “.... the beautiful people have turned in force for the Mayor’s benefit tonight.” Wilson said. “In fact, I think I see one of Gotham’s best coming up right now.” The camera zoomed over Carol Wilson’s shoulder and focused on the couple headed for a waiting limousine. Batgirl’s eyes opened wide as she recognized the handsome well dressed gentleman. Her eyes then tightened in anger when she saw the woman on his arm. “Councilman Kendall, how nice to see you again...” Carol began. Whatever inane comments the high priced clothes horse made after that were lost as Batgirl concentrated on the big breasted bimbo to Ed’s left. “I know her.” she thought. Then it came to her. That was Elizabeth David, they’d both gone to Gotham State. Of course she hadn’t had those massive breasts that she so prominently displayed back then. Back then, her main asset had earned her the sobriquet “Blow Job Betty.” “......and that’s why it’s important for all of us to lend the Mayor our support for projects like this.” Ed said as he answered a question. “Now if you’ll excuse me, we have a late dinner reservation at the Carlton Arms.” “And a special desert.” Betty giggled like a little girl. “Carlton Arms!” Batgirl said in shock. “He’s taking that bimbo to the Carlton!” A rage flushed through her body at the thought of Blow Job Betty sharing the bed she’d reserved for Ed and her. How could that bastard do something like that to her. “Is something wrong?” Robin said as he reentered. He scanned the overhead monitors, half expecting to see some disaster in the making. Instead he saw only some guy hanging on to one knockout babe. “No, no problem.” Batgirl said. “I just made a mistake about something, that’s all.” Shrugging his shoulders, Robin led his female counterpart into one of the adjacent smaller caverns. Equipped as a combat training center, it was relatively easy to set up the trap scenario. As they secured a crossbeam in place and attached the old handcuffs to it, Robin couldn’t help but notice that Batgirl seemed much more distant than when they’d first arrived in the Batcave. “Are you feeling all right?” he asked. “What?....” she replied, quickly shaking off her melancholy mood. “I’m fine, really. I guess some of the seafood didn’t agree with me, that’s all.” “We can forget about this, you know.” said the Teen Wonder. “It’s really not all that important.” “Don’t be silly.” Batgirl laughed. “We’re all ready to go. Now climb up there and remember what I showed you.” After a few seconds hesitation, Robin lifted his arms high over his head and allowed Batgirl to secure the restraints around his wrists. He pulled on them a few times to test their strength, then nodded that he was ready. Before he had started, Robin had secured a gag around his mouth for the sake of realism. Of course it was a lot cleaner than the original. Batgirl shifted a few paces to the left and slowly turned the crank that raised the crossbeam. After a few turns, Robin was just about the same height as in the warehouse. “Ok, the clock starts........now!” Batgirl called out as she watched the giant sweep hand of the wall clock pass twelve. Robin went to work instantly, a look of determination and confidence on his face. Agile fingers played with the tumblers of the old bonds, duplicating the sequence he had been shown earlier. He tried it once, then twice, but still the bonds failed to spring open. His look of confidence changed to one of confusion as a third attempt failed to free him. Silently, he turned his head in Batgirl’s direction in search of an explanation. “Oh, did I forget to mention that you can change the tumble sequence on those old cuffs.” Batgirl replied to his silent question. “After all, what you really want to learn is how to figure out the sequence, not just mimic what someone else showed you.” In frustration, Robin tired a variation of the sequence, then pulled fruitlessly at the metal circles around his wrists. He was angry at his own overconfidence. “I can let you down if you want?” Batgirl said. Robin shook his head no. One way or the other, he would get out of this on his own. As the minutes ticked by, Batgirl had a chance to really study her younger compatriot. Strange how she never really noticed before what a fine tuned body he had. Muscular, yet lean, the sort of body a champion swimmer or a acrobat would have. In fact, based on some of the maneuvers she’d seen him execute over the last few years, Batgirl wouldn’t be surprise if Robin had some sort of acrobatic background. Following the lines of his body, she watched as every muscle seemed to tense as he tried to get free. Powerful legs stretched downward, trying to give him just a little more leeway. It was then she noticed that indeed every muscle had come into play. Pressed tight against the confines of his green shorts, his cock had risen to a full hardness. Spurred to life by his exertions, his member was no less impressive that when she’d it only a few hours before. The memory of his young manhood, erect and exposed brought a now familiar tingle within her. She knew that when she got home, there wasn’t going to be enough batteries in Gotham to fulfill her need. Thinking back, she now recognized the emotion that had filled her as she watched Ma Parker swallow Robin’s prize. It hadn’t been anger, or even disgust - it had been envy! Glancing at the clock on the wall to check Robin’s time, Batgirl noted that it was a quarter to midnight. The late supper at the Carlton would just be drawing to a close. Ed and Liz would be on their way up to their room just about now. No, not their room...her room. And her bed! Jerking her head away from the clock and back to Robin, her eyes opened in disbelief. The Teen Wonder was still hanging from the beam, but his familiar red and green costume was gone. He was naked, his maleness fully erect and beckoning to her. The purple and gold clad woman blinked a few times then looked again. To her relief it had all been an illusion. Robin was fully clothed. But was it relief she actually felt, or disappointment. She was so confused, her hormones were overtaking her judgment. Later on, Batgirl would be unable to recall what actually was going through her mind when she took that first set forward. Like a sleepwalker, she moved forward seemingly without conscious thought. Robin was too preoccupied with his predicament to notice, that is until he felt the waistband of his shorts being pulled away, then the warm soft embrace of Batgirl’s gloved hand around his young cock. Robin’s eyes opened in mute astonishment as he suddenly looked down and saw the Darknight Damsel cup his balls and give them a playful squeeze. The she ran her long fingers up and down the length of his stiff cock, causing it to grow even harder. Even if he hadn’t been gagged, no words would’ve issued from his lips. He was in a state of shock. His first thought was that he was imagining it, that this couldn’t really be happening. That idea faded as fast as it formed as Batgirl suddenly dropped down to her knees and tongued the tip of his cock, licking the small drop of pre-cum that had formed there. Then she ran her tongue down the length of his shaft and swirled it around his balls. Up one side and down the other, following the trace she had left with her fingers a few moments before. Reaching the base, the dark garbed woman sucked on his balls, taking first one then the other into her mouth. Then she let them both slide free and moved back up his now wet shaft. In a sudden fluid motion, Batgirl engulfed the full length of his shaft, sliding the young manmeat all the way down her throat. She let it slide out slowly, then swallowed it once again. A fire filled her as all her pent up desires centered on the taste, the touch, the scent of the young man before her. No way he was imagining this, thought the Teen Wonder as every touch of the redhead’s tongue sent delightful sensations across his helpless body. He could feel the rising eruption building in his balls, knowing that it was going to be impossible for him to hold out for long. Part of him wanted to delay the inevitable, to make it last as long as possible. Another part screamed to unleash all the power of his young manhood in one explosive salvo. Truth be known, Batgirl wasn’t as good a cocksucker as Ma Parker had been, or even as good as Selina or Jessica. But for all of either woman’s skill, neither had been the object of his boyhood lust. Watching his cock slide in and out in those final moments before he lost control, Robin could see a look of total rapture fill Batgirl’s face. A look reflected on his own. As soon as she felt the first drops of warm cum splash against the back of her mouth, Batgirl deep throated Robin’s cock and swallowed the steady stream as fast as it came. She’d almost forgotten how much she loved the taste of a man in her mouth, and this time it had a special flavor. In a strange sort of way, it was almost incestuous. She held the softening cock in her mouth for a few long moments, savoring the tangy taste. Then as the sudden sexual fever faded, she led it slip from her mouth as the realization of what she’d done hit her. “Omigod!” she thought as she stepped back and rose to her feet. “Oh God, what have I done?” she repeated to herself in a silent horror. “Robin, I don’t know what I can say?” she stammered. “I don’t know how I can explain.....” The look in Robin’s eyes caused her to pause. She had expected to see anger, hostility, a sense of outrage. Instead she saw a deep longing, a desire, a hunger that needed to be filled. “You don’t want me to stop...do you?” she asked in a soft voice. Carefully, she undid the cloth gag from around his mouth. She let it fall to the floor as she repeated the question. “No.” was Robin’s quiet single word reply. A smile filled her face as she stepped even closer to the bound boy and kissed him. As their lips met, she could feel a passion that was reflected in her own soul. Her eager tongue pressed against his as they took turns sliding into each other’s mouth. A second kiss followed, then a third and fourth. Batgirl reached up and with one hand, freed his hands from his bindings. Once freed, they closed around the woman before him, pulling her as close as he could. “Why don’t we get you a little more comfortable.” Batgirl whispered in his ear. A soft snapped filled the air as Robin’s bright yellow cape drop from his shoulders onto the floor. Then, one by one, Batgirl undid the laces that held his red vest together, until that too joined the cape on the padded floor. Lifting the green shirt he wore underneath, Batgirl exposed a strong, lightly haired chest. Gloved hands stroked well developed muscles, taking a moment to tweak the small nipples in the center. “I’m glad you like that.” she said. “I’ve got a lot more that I think you’re going to like.” Leaning forward, she stretched out her tongue and caressed his nipples. It didn’t take long for them to become erect. Kissing each one, she drew them inside her mouth and sucked gently. Too often, young men freaked if they found themselves enjoying activities that they associated as being things that guys did to girls. They often associated such enjoyment with some sort of latent homosexuality. Thankfully, Robin seemed to be beyond that. It didn’t take long before Robin was wearing only the black mask on his face and nothing else. Reluctantly, Batgirl stepped back from his embrace and took a few more steps back. “Mind if I get comfortable too”? she grinned. First went her purple and gold cape. With a wave of her arm, she tossed it atop Robin’s own. Next went her boots and gloves, followed by her utility belt. Then, with slow, deliberate movements, she unzipped the back of her body suit. Carefully, she pealed it off her body, aware of Robin’s eyes following her every move. Finally, she stood there in only her bra, panties and cowl. Unclasping the back hook of her bra, Batgirl wished for a second she had worn the lace green pair she’d left back on her bed. Then she reflected that they’d never had lasted through the earlier fight. Freeing her breasts and letting the plain white bra join the growing pile on the floor, she rubbed them a few times, restoring her circulation. The sports bra was normally a tight fit. The matching panties quickly joined it on the floor. Then she hesitated. The beats of her heart quickened as she reached up and undid the snaps of her cowl. She started to lift it, then paused once more. “This is my decision.” she said as she looked right at Robin. “It’s not something that you have to reciprocate.” Then, with a sudden, quick gesture, the cowl and long haired red wig that defined her Batgirl identity dropped to the ground. “Well.....what do you think?” Barbara Gordon asked as she struck a pose. “I know I’m no Catwoman but......” “No.....” Robin cut her off in mid-sentence. “You’re much more beautiful.” “I bet you say that to all the naked crimefighters.” Barbara laughed. Robin could only think of one way to prove he meant it. Without hesitation, he reached up and pulled off his own mask. The look of recognition on Barbara’s face was instantaneous. “Dick Grayson,” Barbara said to herself. “How could I not have recognized him before?” She’d been introduced to Grayson at a dozen charity fund-raisers for the library, how could she not have recognized him? It wasn’t like he wore a cowl and wig like she did, that she could’ve understood. It was like someone putting on a pair of glasses and all your friends thinking you were someone else. Then it hit her that every time she’d been introduced to Dick, he’d been with his guardian, Bruce Wayne. When you had such an impressive hunk as the millionaire chairman of Wayne Enterprises in front of you, it was hard to notice the kid with him. “Omigod!” a mental voice screamed in Barbara’s mind as a curtain rose and the obvious suddenly became clear. “Wayne is The Batman!” Bruce Wayne was The Batman. It seemed so unbelievable. Who would ever have thought that a playboy like that could be the dreaded specter of the night. Then again, who would’ve ever thought of Barbara Gordon as Batgirl when you stopped to think about it. She flashed back to the night she’d become Batgirl. To that silly smile Wayne had flashed at her when she’d told him her name was Batgirl. Suddenly his secret joke made sense. “Something funny?” a confused Dick asked. “Sorry,” a beaming Barbara said, a wide smile on her face. “I just got the punch line to an old joke. I’ll explain it to you later.” Barbara stepped forward and took Dick by the hand. They took a few steps together, then she asked... “With all the caverns you have down here, is there one that has a bed?” Of course there was. In fact, it was a perfect recreation of the master bedroom of Wayne Manor above. Complete with a oversized four posted bed. No R.J. Nickels here. At that moment, Barbara couldn’t care if it was a storeroom with an army cot. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Laying across the satin sheets, the two adventures slowly, gently, explored each other’s bodies. Soft kisses, gentle strokes and quiet words stretched minutes into a half hour. Starting at her neck, Dick kissed his way down to Barbara’s breasts. he covered them with soft pecks before demonstrating the skill he had learned at the hands of his other lovers. Barbara moaned softly as Dick played with her nipples with both his hands and his mouth. Artfully his tongue traced the outline of the small pink circles before pressing his face deep within the valley between. His tongue licked every inch of exposed flesh, planting kisses along the way. Barbara slid her hand under her left breast and lifted it, guiding the nipple into his mouth. Dick eagerly took the offering and delivered the same pleasure she’d given him before. He quickly shifted to her other mound, all the while continuing to stroke her body. His hand slid down to between her legs and he gently caressed the soft red haired mound. Barbara leaned back on the bead and spread her legs, inviting Dick to further take of her delights. Continuing his tongue and lips journey down across her body, he quickly reached the center of her sexuality. He planted a kiss to the left of her pearl, then the right, before spreading Barbara’s moist lips with his fingers to exposed the excited clit within. A loud sigh escaped Barbara’s lips as Dick made contact with her love button. Whatever his other shortcomings in the art of lovemaking might have been, it was quickly obvious that he was a first class pussy licker. Spreading her legs as far as she could, the 23 year old rolled her head back and closed her eyes, loosing herself in the warm sensations radiating out from her sexual center. Barbara’s cunt grew wetter and wetter with each passage of her younger lover’s tongue. He slid a finger inside her, adding it’s motion to the rhythm he’d established. Faster and faster moved both appendages, saturating the surrounding red hair with sticky girlcum. And with each repetition, both the waves of delight and loud moans that accompanied them increased as well. “Oh yes,” Barbara yelled. “Lick my pussy, you’ve gotten it so..so wet. I want to cum!” It wasn’t long before she got her wish as she felt her body tense up and eruption of fire explode between her legs. Cascading waves of passion ripped through her quaking form as the byproducts of her eruption covered Dick’s face. Ever since the night he had first sucked Catwoman’s pussy, Dick had loved the taste of a woman’s cum. He eagerly lapped up as much as he could. The oscillating surf that gripped her had barely crested before Barbara quickly shifted into an upright position and pulled Dick to her. She kissed him hard, tasting her own fruit in his mouth. Again and again she kissed him, alternating those deep soul kisses with ones on his cheeks. Kisses that cleared the sticky residue that covered his cheeks. “I want you inside me.” she panted in between kisses. “I want your cock in my pussy!” she said in a much louder voice. Pushing the younger man down on the bed, Barbara spun around and mounted him. Her back to his face, he was able to reach up and take hold of her breasts. With a firm grip on each soft mound, Dick played with each nipple as she began to ride his ever hard cock up and down. “Oh yes....yes!!” Barbara panted as she felt Dick’s manhood fill her again and again. It felt so good. It had been so very long since it had felt so good. Pinned down by her weight and the force with which she slammed her sugar walls down around his pleasure pole, there wasn’t much Dick could do but lay back and enjoy the ride. Not that he was complaining of course. It seemed to be a familiar pattern by now. In the end, he always seemed to become a mere extension of his cock. It was the position in which both Selina and Jessica had always used. They had always needed to have the dominate role. Just once he’d like to have it be different. As if she could read his mind, Barbara had the same exact thought. Part of her mind flashed back to the conversation they’d had earlier. It only took a second to make a decision. Pulling herself off him, she jumped forward onto the length of the long bed. Spreading out her arms and legs she lifted her crotch up into the air and invited Dick to enter her on his own. The 17 year old didn’t waste a second. He rose to his knees and took a firm hold on the front of her legs. With all the force he could muster, he pushed himself inside of her. Again and again, he felt his balls slam against her body as he pushed harder and harder. “Deeper....deeper!...Omigod...yes!” Barbara yelled yet again. Beads of sweat ran down both their bodies as they began to rut like wild animals. Long gone were the two cool, logical crimefighters, they had been left behind in the pile of costumes in the outer room. As she felt each new thrust of Dick’s cock, Barbara thought of the countless nights he’d masturbated thinking about a night like this. A thought that must have been on his mind as well. It drove both of them to a state neither had ever approached before. Breaths came in labored short gasps and Barbara felt her vision blur as what had to be the most intense orgasm of her young life set every nerve of her body afire. Bright lights flashed before her eyes as she soared above that plateau she had only dreamed about. Then as quickly as it had occurred, the sensation began to fade. Her vision cleared, and in the silence her heartbeat began to slowly return to normal. But the memory would never fade. It would be something she would remember night after night. Collapsing on her stomach across the bed, Barbara felt Dick lay down across her. He was as exhausted as she was. Sometime during her brief journey into bliss, Dick had caught up with her and sent a hot burst of whiteness splashing across her ass. Her eyes half closed, she reached back and wiped her fingers across the gummy film. She lifted the cum covered fingers to her lips and licked them clean. An action that brought a broad smile to Dick’s face before he drifted into a deep sleep. Moments later, Barbara joined him in the sleep of the contented. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The morning dawn would not only bring a new day but a new team. A new Dynamic Duo - the team of Batgirl and Robin....... 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