Gotham: After Dark (closed for LitShark, Princesssexci, SweetP4U and myself)

[Homerun2611]

Alfred, Bruce, Dick and The Morning After — Bruce and Detective Stowe Sort Through The Mess

Bruce

Alfred is coming out of his quarters as Bruce leaves the Detective to dress and reconvene. Bruce can barely hide his chuckle as Alfred keeps his eyes cast down. “Master Wayne, I .. I think we need to make amends, I .. I’m very troubled.”

Now Bruce can’t hold back, “Make amends to who exactly, while I agree it isn’t our finest hour, and I am not looking forward to the discussion with Dick Gordon if this comes out, Barbara was not exactly discouraging.” Alfred shakes his head, his face reddening. ”But Sir she was so young, and a virgin and Master Dick …”. Bruce had enough, if he could do it over again he wouldn’t, but it wasn’t as if they did it of their own volition.

”Alfred, we did what we did, and I don’t think you can say you didn’t enjoy it, I don’t think any of us can. I want you to send two dozen roses to Barbara, and a jar of Vaseline. I am sure she might be having some chaffing.“. Poor Alfred is stammering, embarrassed, “It’s okay, I’m not sure raising this issue with Dick is a good idea, let me think about that, I will check on him while I go change. Please send a note to Barbara with our gift, invite her back over here tomorrow night, I will make sure Dick is away, and we should talk with her.”

Bruce is done, there are lots of things he needs to figure out, exactly how Raz knew what was happening, and what did happen. “Detective Stowe is in the main foyer, there are dead bodies. If she hasn’t already, we need to get the police and coroner here, and I need to talk with her. Please invite and guide her to my study, if she needs some clothes please give her a t-shirt or something, but I want to meet with her. Give me five minutes and I will meet her there, perhaps some coffee would help?”

Bruce feels his old self coming back in his grand history of regrets, the evening with Barbara does not make the top ten. In fact, other than Dick and his relatonship with her father, it was one hell of a good time.

Headed to his room, he sees Dick’s door locked, in it is a thick, solid door, a knock goes unanswered, Bruce opens the door, only to simultaneously hear a frantic squeaking of bed springs, and his young ward pumping a beautiful, “Pamela … I didn’t realize you were… “ Bruce is racking his brain, had she been on the guest list? Of course it didn’t really matter, and Dick was clearly enjoying, really enjoying, they don’t even realize he’s there.

Closing the door, that certainly helps with the Barbara matter, Bruce thinks about the train, the safe, he will review the security video, as curious about the panties as anything.

This will be a long day, head throbs and mouth feels like there isn’t enough water in the world ot rehydrate. Brushing teeth, and washing his face, and then dabbing on cologne, a shower will have to wait. Slapping then pinching his cheeks, Bruce looks in the mirror and finds himself grinning. Amongst all this chaos, the carnage, he can’t quite get the vision of Stowe out of his mind.

They had met several times, she was smart, aggressive, Bruce liked her, but he knew her as Batman, only perhaps once had he met her as Bruce Wayne, and never had she looked like she did downstairs.

Walking back into the study, wearing jeans and a denim shirt, sleeves rolled up, he sees that Stowe is waiting for him. Walking to her, extending his hand, “Detective, we have really never had a chance to talk before, and I wish this was under different circumstances, however, I think it is a good idea if we try to put our best thoughts of what happened last night in order … before we talk with Dick Gordon…”

Alfred

While Bruce is to the point, moving on, Alfred finds himself in a crisis of conscience. There was no denying how not only unexpected, but enjoyable he had found the session with Barbara, but he was old enough to be her grand father and he had a responsibility, not only to her, but to Master Grayson.

The conversation with Bruce is somehow settling, he would need time to sort it out, but Bruce was right, for now, they did not have that luxury. Walking in to find Ms. Stowe, Alfred sees the effects, many are still passed out, others dead, most in some state of undress, and it is not even 7 AM.

There is no missing Detective Stowe, despite her hair being mussed into a near rat’s nest, the woman is stunningly beautiful, and wearring only a bra, perhaps still an after effect of last night, Alfred finds himself becoming aroused. “Good God, control yourself he chastizes, before finding the woman, “Detective Stowe?” She doesn’t respond, “Detective Stowe … I am Alfred, I ….” He looks around, realizing the absuridity that abounds, “I run Wayne Manor for Mr. Bruce and Master Dick, I believe he would like to meet with you briefly in the study? May I escort you there, perhaps get you some coffee, clothing, a tooth brush?” Hmmm, this was going to be an interesting day!

 

[princesssexci]

Barbara - Outside the Wayne Manor


Barbara tried to remain hidden. She felt utterly humiliated. Of course was she being a hypocrite? She had fucked both Alfred and Bruce. Dick didn’t know that but it had happened.

She was almost tempted to stay, almost tempted to watch as Dick tried to explain himself. How terrible was she for wanting to see him struggle to explain why he’d left her alone to fuck some old albeit gorgeous scientist.

Especially when he’d made those quips about Ras Al Ghoul. Pamela had to be what…50 years old? Didn’t she have anyone else she could leech off of?

The more Barbara stood there and thought about it the more jealous she got and the more jealous she got, the more Barb wanted to leave.

And how fucking dare that woman call her Barbie!

Without another thought, she slipped outside and found the uber app to get home.

 

[princesssexci]

Harley and the new mayor???

This was all soooo crazy!

Of course why would Harley be surprised about all of this? This was typical Joker trying to prove her wrong.

She wasn’t going to fall for it, was she?

Maybe.

Possibly?

No! No, she would not. Her brow creased as she tried to focus, tried to not let herself get distracted.

She missed Detective Cherry too. She didn’t get much of a taste before the detective passed out but it was enough for her to want more.

Harley licked her lips, just thinking about it. If Mistah J liked her too and it seemed like he did then she could think of all sorts of fun they could have together.

“Round up the family as gently as you can. Once they’re all together, I’m sure he’ll be all too happy to deputize me the new governor.”

His voice brought her out of her head snd she nodded her head.

“You got it Mistah—-aheam! Jokah.” She said, trying to keep up with the independent I dont need no man to make me happy act as she walked to the side and started making calls.

 

[LitShark]

Mayor Joker - Out With the Old, Innuendo
Joker pursed his lips, at least as much as he could with his facial scars, it was an uncomfortable expression for him to make, the squeezing of his lips causing the scars at the corners of his mouth to widen and a trail of drool slipped free, down his chin. He wiped the rogue saliva aggressively. She was still holding back—resisting him. It was enough to make him purse his lips, which wasn’t comfortable.

Never fully dressed without a smile.

Once he’d fixed his face, he signaled for a few of Black Mask’s goons to follow him into the Mayoral office. He gestured to the locked file cabinets and drawers all around the well-appointed office—the goons immediately got to work with steel prying bars, breaking one lock after another and leaving each drawer and cabinet hanging open, hinges busted and latches broken.

“Ya know… for how often Gotham swears they’ve gotten the mob out of power—they’re still laid on the foundations that the mob’s money built.” Joker tapped his toe on the book-matched marble floor tiles, “how long before we can patch into the airwaves?”

“Huh?” one of the thugs grunted in between breaking cabinet locks.

“The radio, television—there’s a way—we interrupt our regularly scheduled bullshit! How do I interrupt? I want to interrupt!”

“Ayeunno?” the thick-skulled goon grunted out.

Joker sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“See? This is why performers make better criminals. Improvise. The show must go on… Harley! I need my Puddin’ to be my DP!”

Joker leaned into the innuendo of “DP”. Innuendos pleased the Joker—they never failed to make him smile. He quickly got to work tidying up the desk, fully anticipating that Harley was surely going to deliver on her pledge to fuck him on the surface of that desk as soon as he was finished announcing the start of his term as governor. Governor Joker. It did have a ring to it—the Joker administration.

Just because he was proving a point, didn’t mean that he couldn’t have a few laughs along the way.

“Let’s get these machine’s hummin’, I feel a great performance coming on!”

 

[Sweetp4u]

Det. Lily Stowe & Bruce – Meanwhile at the playb -… Wayne manor…



I have NO pants! Why do I have no pants on? Looking up at a wide-eyed butler and then down at myself once more. I did not remove my pants… Did I? A long hard, painful thoughtful moment, shifting through the smudge in my brain, I can definitely say I did not take off my pants! Or my boots…

Fuck…

Glancing back up, do I spy a little heat in the old man’s eyes? Is he eye fucking me right now?

“Alfred!” Snapping with irritation, “Yes, please. I ..” Softening my tone, trying to ignore the lack of .. well.. Fuck, I think I am even blushing right now, which is not helping matters at all!

We didn’t.. Did we? I don’t recall! Damn it! Damn it! Fuck! Hips shift and squirm a bit, “I uh.. Need yes, all the above, clothes, toothbrush, hair.. Oh! Clothes? Can you.. please?” Another blush, I want to inspect myself and make certain no funny stuff went on while I was passed out but can’t really do that here, now can I? Did I say clothes already?

And he’s staring again.

“Alfred? Can you hurry please?” Trying not to growl at him, this isn’t his fault. Is it? I eye him hard, looking for telling signs of guilt when my eyes spy the camera. “Oh yes.. Wayne, I need to speak with Mr. Wayne..” Starting off one way, realizing I have no idea where the study is, I stop and turn back to the butler with a little confused glower. He points out a useable bathroom just down the hall before he calmly, and quietly heads off to see to whatever. Calm. Slow.

Glaring at his back the whole way, still standing in the cluster fu- .. mess of a foyer, crap everywhere. A dead woman in the far corner, starting to stink up the place. I need to tape off the house, call all this in, get a coroner over here ASAP. I need my damned phone… and pants! Moving to the massive doorway to lean a bit and look outside, my car is right outside.. And two dead security officers…

“THEY STOLE MY FUCKING CAR!” That son of a … STOLE MY CAR! My god damned squad car. All my .. My phone too is in there! That.. Growling, naked, in the doorway is how Alfred found me when he returned with all the items asked for.

“They stole my damned car, Alfred..” A stewing kind of murdery thoughts fill my head. I LOVE my damned car! Alfred doesn’t seem near so concerned as I am, merely making agreeable or shocked noises and handing me things until I can hardly see over the growing pile. "My charger, Alfred. Hemi! I ..." .. I love my car! I am going to rip his fucking painted lips off and skull fuck him with a mag light!

“This way Detective.” His tone all silky sweet and gentling overtures like I am fragile or something, maybe with the look on my face he is worried I will shoot him? I might shoot someone, but it isn’t him! I don’t have time for this shit, and .. A heavy sigh comes, using the bathroom to try and get some order to my appearance. A knock at the door and Alfred has found my missing boots, but no panties, and no jeans. Did someone ... I'd think if I had had sex, I'd know it. I don't feel anything out of sorts, other than all this ...

In the bathroom:

Looking in the mirror at myself, I just shake my head. I look like a little girl playing dress up in daddy’s clothes. “This is ridiculous…” No place to strap my gun, so it goes in one pocket of the sweats, badge in the other and in an instant the borrowed sweats drop to the floor with a muffled thump.

This is so not my day…

Why did he get Bruce’s clothes? Why not that skinny little orphan’s stuff? That might at least stay up!? Fucking hell! Yeah, NOT cursing isn’t going so well… Deep breaths girl, just in aaaaaaaand.. out.. In .. out..

Bending, fists grab sweats that refuse to stay up and hike them back up my body, step into untied boots and wobble thump waddle walk my ass to Bruce’s study. It’s too fucking early for this shit. I need to stop by a pharmacy and home and report my car stolen, from my stolen phone! I need to see security tapes! Can I even investigate this? A ‘victim’ of the stuff, probably not.. If I even have a job after this fiasco.

“Mr. Wayne.” My hand shoots out to shake his, wearing his old Yale Tee and black sweats that drop down the second released. Thank God the shirt is a little long, at least long enough to cover places inappropriately on display. I need to see those tapes, I want to know who the fuck took off my pants, underwear, and make sure that … clown! Is the one who stole my damned car. "Mind if I sit?" I don't wait for an answer, releasing his hand and bending to grab the sweats and once more hitch them up, gripping tight and sitting my ass into a chair across from him. Looking up to meet his hard stare, I don't even try to mask my stewing rage at all this.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Selina Kyle – Library, Downtown Gotham

A faint rustle of paper is one of the very few disruptions to the quiet, barely noticeable unless unfocused, distracted and frankly speaking, a little bit more than bored. There should be comfort in the daily tasks, well-loved and executed so flawlessly. Something calming about the quiet, the filing away books into their proper Dewi Decimal System, but not today. Opening the library ten minutes earlier than scheduled would be frowned upon under normal circumstances, but today I need the entertainment, or go stir crazy.

Restlessness is my middle name, I can’t sit for long and find myself strolling the isles and floors, almost as if roaming the woods. My mind isn’t on my work today, but back at Wayne manor. A soft sigh is let out, somewhere in the biography section, there is now an awareness of a little itch wanting scratched. A restlessness to find something, less dull? More exciting. A thrill. Something to get my blood pumping, I feel…. Antsy?

Rounding an isle I do come to a standstill, tucking pencil up behind my ear and into my messy blond updo, to find a man with his back to me. Oh .. my.. eyes slide that backside and bent frame, nice road shoulders and cropped a little messy brown hair. I lean to a bookshelf and watch him a bit, shifting from something in front of him, a bag of sorts and a stack of papers beside him. Tattered bits of his jacket tighten over his ass whenever he reaches and lifts. Catching sight of his hand, the veiny large hand of his looks less than soft and more of a working man’s hands. Doesn’t really match his old suit though, and I think he sensed or heard me behind him because he’s straightened and turning around as I get back into walking the building.

He looks familiar, can’t place him but he isn’t half bad looking. I’d ride that face…

“Ma’am.” He says with a serious tone and respectful dip of his head. Curious what he is up to has my eyes shifting to his stack of papers, they look like some long-winded legal mumbo jumbo to me. Was he going to court or filing a motion? He doesn’t reek of lawyer to me.

“Can I assist you with anything?” I ask politely, a small smile offered as I try to dismiss thoughts of sex and focus on doing my job.

“I think I got it, thanks.” A little smile, finally and he’s turned back to his word. So no sparkly fireworks and swooning forth coming with this one. He isn’t interested, a shame too but whatever. I can do so much better.

“Need anything, we’re glad to help. Just go to the front desk if you need something.” Is whispered as I continue on by and onto the next floor. Strolling slowly, almost like I am prowling…

 

[Homerun2611]

Bruce & Det. Stowe in Bruce Wayne’s Study - The film slowly reveals the secrets

Alfred had noticed the Detective’s lack of clothing, enjoyed it actually, and while he wanted to tend to her needs, he also knew his boss would enjoy a bit of comedy, hence the set of Bruce’s sweats, and overall ill fitting yet serviceable set of clothing. Would Alfred have chosen this a day ago? Probably not, but the last night enjoying Ms. Gordon had the old man’s libido recharged and ready to go.

Bruce was early in the process of trying to understand what happened. He wished he could take the detective down to the bat cave and show her the tools for quickly deciphering the various security footage, but this would have to do. He entered the study eager to find out what Stowe already knew and what they might find together, but his first impression was minor disappointment. “Oh, you’re dressed?” Stowe absent pants or panties was impressive and he had to chuckle with how Alfred had taken care of her.

He took her hand, and chuckled, ”Mind if I sit?” She asked, he didn’t, but he had a suggestion, and yes he noticed both the frustration and rage on her beautiful face. “I don’t, but do you mind if i get you something a bit more fitting?” Bruce walked into the same closet entrance that he had brought Raz lass night, one way lead to his walk in humidor, but he also had a closet and some drawers, he grabbed a blue Pin point shirt, and opened a drawer and retrieved a gray cotton ladies thong. The shirt was on a hanger, pressed, but no startch, and he held the panties in his hand.

“Rather than keep wrestling with my old sweats, although I willl say my t-shirts never looked better, how about you put on these? … You can use my closet and I will wait?” First he gave her the shirt, it was a button down shirt, monogrammed that she she could wear as a dress. Next he handed her the panties. “Sometimes I have guests that could use an extra pair, so I keep them around, feel free.” He held out the shirt, complete with his monogram on the sleeves, and the panties, not explaining why women might need extras, but was certain she could guess.

While Stowe went and changed Bruce clicked a button that raised a wall of monitors. In total there were 24 security cameras covering various aspects of the estate. Neither Alfred’s, Dick’s or Bruce’s actual bedrooms, but Bruce’s dressing area and safe were filmed. Bruce began the footage to begin just as he and Raz emerged from this very room, there were 24 smaller screens, but with a push of a button, any one view could be pulled up on the single large screen.

He heard Stowe emerge from behind him, but did not turn around, his eyes were moving from screen to screen. He watched Raz leave, covering his face whiled texting, Bruce assumed the message to him. He saw Barbara follow Alfred into his chambers, just as Stowe came out, it was not long until he followed, he said nothing, and hoped Stowe had not noticed.

They were silent for a long time, watching as mayhem ensued, the toxin taking effect as clothes were ahed and fornication reigned. He saw the woman in the cat suit, she was stunning enter his changing room, pick his safe, who was she? Why the train? And he smiled as she left the panties and looked into the camera. Those eyes?

Shortly thereafter he saw Joker come through the doors and his blood chilled, he had no idea he was back, then Harley, and then … Stowe! Bruce’s head jerked, “You came with them?!?!” Of course … as Stowe was likely to realize, the show was just beginning …

 

[Sweetp4u]

Det. Stowe & Bruce Wayne – In the Den, with the hose again..

I need coffee. The whole damned pot. Watching the man gape at me like I had two heads and an I.Q. of my shoe size.

“Well…” I moved then to the chair and sat down, putting shield and gun on the desk, my fucking head is throbbing so badly this morning. Even brushing my whole mouth a few times didn’t seem to help, whatever the hell was used last night packs a punch of misery aftermath. “I could have let the sadistic vampire clown and his unstable lady love come without me…. Oh wait, I wasn’t really given a whole lot of options.”

Not registering yet? The look on his face says as much as he continues to stand there, staring. “Between spouting about how he has returned from death and hell for his lover, he’d snacked on a few souls he left strung along ..” Which fucking street was it? Hell.. “The road.” Still that look, which I met unwaveringly as he eyed me silently for a few tense minutes.

“Of course, if you can name someone capable of arresting a vampire, by all means..” Fingers pressing to a temple, to rub the throbbing out, my eyes close as I slouch tiredly in the chair. Behind Bruce you can hear the Joker and Harley’s exchange at the shrimp table. “They were coming here with or without me, willing or dead didn’t matter how I came along, and I was told Gordon would be here last night.”

“FUCK!” Jumping up moving around the desk to the array of monitors, and pulled the one back around “I think I am going to be sick..” Watching the skin flute being played out all over again in the foyer. Swatting his fingers when he tried to shift it from my view, I watch with wide eyes. “No, let it play.. I want to know who the hell took off my pants..”

 

[Homerun2611]

“Well…I could have let the sadistic vampire clown and his unstable lady love come without me…. Oh wait, I wasn’t really given a whole lot of options.”

Bruce turned his head, eyebrow raised, briefly glancing at the now dressed, sort of dressed, Detective Stowe, “Vampire … there are no such things as vampires, that is urban legend.” It was an interesting statement from a man who dressed like a bat to fight crime. Even in this moment, Bruce could not help but admire Stowe, her dark hair, emerald eyes, and now wearing his pinpoint shirt, looked better than most super models after four hours of make up. “Feel free to keep the shirt, it looks far better on you than it ever did on me.”

He went back to the screen looking up, only to watch Stowe and Harley hit their knees, and see Stowe come around partially obscuring his view, but he really didn’t need to see more, and she was not the only one in the room that was not reliving her finest hours. With her back to his, he also remembered waht else Stowe was wearing, his other offering, and Bruce had a slight smile. Why was it when you knew what type of panties a woman was wearing, it made the though of being the one to remove them all the more arousing.

Any thoughts of arousing were dashed nearly immediately, as in all horror they both looked up to see Joker, bite into a woman’s neck and quite literally drain her dry. Bruce saw Stowe turn around, glaring, and knew what she was thinking. “I clearly stand corrected, and that is a fucking problem!”

Suddenly Stowe was pawing at his keyboard like a petulant child, trying to hit keys that she had no idea what they did. “What do you want?” She just kept poking, “For Christ sake, use your words..” A petulant child was a better descriptor than even he had realized.

”The start.. the whole thing .. I want…” Bruce understood, “You want it rewound, to see the whole thing from when the game seemingly was omitted?” Bruce complied, “You deserve to see. Detective we both had a moment last night taht I think we would rather not become public…” Bruce was rewinding the tape, to just before Raz walked out, then Alfred followed Barbara into the back study.. and then Bruce joined them for several, now he realized quite questionable hours…

”Things that happened because of the toxins, things we wish would not have happened, things Dick Gordon might best be served not ever knowing…can we agree?”

It was then, that the film started to play and they both looked on through scene after scene of fornication to Detective Stowe collapsing, only to rise for a short period, mumble something about heat and strip herself near naked .. and the fucking played on, postion after postion, Dick taking Pamela upstairs, even Barbara going up after Bruce and Alfred had finished, Bruce coming out in a robe that really should have been tied tighter.

It was quie a show, including the clown, Joker taking the squad car .. it was chaos .. so much to clean up .. but of all the night’s revelation the reemergence of the Joker, and his metamporphis was the most disturbing and had the longest term Implications. Not even the Catwoman scaling out of his room could compare, yet.. .Bruce was most indeed going to follow up on that as well….

 

[Sweetp4u]

Lily Stowe – Wayne Manor Den

Men! So clueless to what the hell goes through a woman’s mind, and to give me that look? Is he wanting to be shot? The damned system isn’t responding to the keyboard keys supposedly bound to operate this whole.. GAH!! Can’t I get a fucking thing to work here?

“That! The Start!” I motioned twice, said it three times and he moves as if I am insane or something but he has NO idea what is going on in my head, in my body. I feel hung over, but worse. I feel like I got ran over, thrown off a cliff and someone river dance’s on my brain, ALL NIGHT!

Look. My body is a temple or some shit. Okay? I don’t drink. I don’t do drugs of any kind, no not even over the counter crap. I eat healthy, I exercise and I am fit, though small, I could kick most people’s asses four times my size! SO! I am a wreck here, wondering what in the fuck happened last night that I woke up butt ass naked on the marble floor!

I watch from the beginning, fast forward past set up crew and body guard assignments, fast forward through the early arrivals of the elder-but-upper echelon of Gotham to the sight of gas explosion from all over the house, was it gas? It was something, you can see it faintly in some angles of the cameras and boy does Bruce Wayne have a lot of those! I see and stop to normal speed, Gordon’s little girl, the butler and… Turning to look at him, my brow lifts in question before turning back to press fast forward once more.

“THERE!” pause, shifting so he can see the screen and feeling the horror fill my face as I know what’s coming. Not that Harley isn’t sexy, crazy .. yeah. Sexy, Yeah. But the crazy! And the Joker, the psycho responsible for the explosion that took out several officers and my dad… Eyes close a moment the video still playing at normal speed, pop open when I hear Bruce’s sharp intake. Just in time to see Joker bite into some plump lady like a sweet roll.

“Things that need to be erased… as if last night’s event was accidentally forgotten to turn on the um..“ fingers pointed and whirled around to indicate all his cameras. “That can happen, right?” This can’t be seen, by anyone. “Maybe snip out the attack a few seconds before and during and after.. Proof the Joker is in actuality a vampire. We need that for Commissioner Gordon.” I turn a bit and lean into the desk, watching him watch me. He is silent as we stare at one another, and when he goes to the video to keep watching more of the evening play out, my eyes get their chance to take in Mr. Hard Body here.

Hearing something, I turn to the screen to see me. Alone, and definitely me. “Am I awake?” I don’t recall this but there I am on screen, stripping off my clothes and throwing them all over the place. “Well…” Thank god!? Can I be relieved? I keep watching that one screen, ignoring the rest of the writhing bodies screwing everywhere. “No one touched me..” That! OH MY GOD! That is such a fucking relief!! I do not need S.T.D’s or babies, I think I’d rather have an S.T.D. than a baby… But NO non-con happened here! Relief just about floors me onto my ass, if not for gripping onto his desk I might have gone down with my relief.

“I lost my phone when my car was stolen.” I have yet to watch that to see if it was them or someone else. “I can’t call Gordon, do you have a phone I can use? Once we’re on the same page of events that occurred here last night? We can take statements from the attendees when back up gets here.” I turn back to address Bruce, looking much calmer and collected than I was before. Such a fucking relief! I did not screw… Aaaaaaaaaaaaanyway! Cops Gone Wild does not need to be a thing!

 

[princesssexci]

Harley OR mistress Harley no wait … Madame Governer Mistress Harley!

Was this seriously happening right now? Harley Quinn was almost a giggling mess. ALMOST. She hadn’t reached that point of insanity. True it woulda been waaay cooler if he could just be voted in and then no one could say Mistah J just shot his way to the top.

That was a good one, shot his way to the top. She smirked to herself on that one.

“See? This is why performers make better criminals. Improvise. The show must go on… Harley! I need my Puddin’ to be my DP!”

Whoopsie! She was spacin out. It was something of a habit for Harley whenever she was around Mistah ..fuck! She was doing it again. Jokah. Mistah Jokah?

Meh, it didn’t matter right now. All that mattered was he finally needed her after how many long years it had been.

Harley sauntered towards the Joker with a swish of her hips.

“If you have a dp then who is gonna dp me? I lost all the fun sexy toys you gave me.”

God she was horny. No. Later. Mistah j, god fuckin damn it! Something about watching her clown get all bossy domineering and taking over the government got her all hot and bothered.

She thought she fixed that about herself but apparently not. She sat on the side of the desk.

She’s made all the calls she needed to do. The goons that Joker was asking questions to were just idiots but at least one of them brought her a bat. She twirled it around as she listened to Mistah J bark orders.

Harley wondered if she could get spikes added to this bat.

“So are ya just gonna make an announcement that you’ve taken over Gotham?” She tilted her head to look at him,”Batsy aint gonna like that…”

Because as much as she loved the domineering Mistah J , she also loved challenging him.

Pamela

It hadnt mattered who had walked in, when they woke up Pam had to keep Dick enthralled. It started with giving him head to fucking him one more time. Barbie had walked in at which point Pam innocently invited her to join them but knew the young girl would run off.

Was it cruel?

Yes.

She was an advocate for not pitting women against one another but needed Dick under her spell without the toxins from her plants in the air.

When they’d finished up their morning romp, sce pulled her clothes back on fixing up her hair.

“Is Barbie mad at you? I didn’t think she would walk in and I just naturally assumed you two weren’t dating…” Pamela let the sentence trail off.

 

[LitShark]

Joker and Harley – Technical Difficulties


::Beeeeeeeeeep::

The Gotham City seal appears in screens across the city as the Emergency Alert System preempts all local cable and radio broadcasts with a pre-recorded message that played following the high-pitched tone.

::We interrupt our regularly scheduled programming for this word from Gotham City Hall.::

The pre-recorded message ends, cutting to a live feed from a hastily-rigged television camera. Despite the frame only capturing Harley’s legs and Joker’s torso, the abrupt live feed caught the end of Joker’s prior conversation with Harley.

“Batsy ain’t even gonna know what hit him,” Joker was saying, presumably in response to the rest of their conversation that went unheard.

“Mister—I mean, Governor J. We’re broadcasting,” some disembodied voice was muttering, the frame jumped, turned and focused on Joker at his desk.

“Broadcasting? Like live?!? What the hell? Not even a ‘3-2-1’? A ‘5-6-7-8’? Ready-set-go??? Where’s the professionalism?” Joker seethed in response.

“Um… do you want to start over?”

“No! We’re not starting over—just shut up…” Joker took a deep composing breath before slapping on a Vaudevillian, slapstick smile, “Good evening, Gotham! It’s me—your friendly neighborhood Joker! As one before me once said, the rumors of my demise were greatly exaggerated! Ha! But I haven’t come back just to reclaim the clown of my dreams—”

Joker pulled Harley’s arm into frame and kissed the back of her hand.

“But I’ve returned to Gotham for each and every one of you. Because I simply couldn’t rest in peace, knowing that I’d left my beloved Gothamites in the hands of a lunatic in hocky pants! I’ll admit, in my previous life I was part of the problem,” Joker canted his body off to one side, dramatically, laying the back of his hand against his forehead—very dramatic, “all the shooting, the stabbing, the lying, the crime-ing. I got caught up in what I now recognize was a toxic relationship. Gotham, you too need to realize that your hero-worship for vigilantes is toxic.

“One man has decided that he’s above the law—that by wearing a disguise, he can do whatever the devil he wants and never face any consequences. And sure, maybe you like his ethics—his politics or whatever. But every action has an equal and opposite reaction. By cowing to one masked vigilante, you’ve opened the floodgates to aliens, supernatural entities, super villains and worst of all—billionaires, to ransack, ravage and rape every nook and cranny of this once proud metropolitan civic center! You have a goddamn eight-foot zombie stumbling around in your sewers! They don’t have problems like this in Vancouver, Damnit!”

Joker was getting really wound up, speaking fast, gasping at breaths between words like he were a wolf and the air around him a felled carcass. A manic fit befitting a notorious psychopath.

“The endless bloodletting has to stop. Cops and crooks—aren’t you tired of having your guts laid out in the street, getting churned up by this endless cycle of lawless back-and-forth? In my first act as Governor, I am signing an executive order for a cease fire between the police and the mob. You’re both victims. You should be allies, not adversaries. Police, the mob is no longer your problem. Mob, you can have the guns, the drugs, the whores and the gambling—that’s most of your bottom line anyway—but you’re out of the murder business. Any unsanctioned killing and I will personally make an example of the one who fired the first shot.”

His voice dropped low, his eyes grew dark and he suddenly seemed both sane and very serious all at once. The infrequency of his mood was the most terrifying thing about Joker—even reborn as a vampire. The swiftness with which he could flip that switch was enough to flush ice water down every spine in the city.

“Mob shootings are over. Police shootings are done! On to other business!”

Joker clapped his hands like he was knocking the dust off of them. Job done. The murderous intensity giving way to levity yet again.

“The economy! Rent is too damn high! Homelessness is too damn high, too. The banks are squeezing the landlords, the landlords are squeezing the tenants and everybody’s getting squeezed so tight that folks are spilling out onto the streets. So, what’s the great Governor Joker gonna do? For starters, everybody’s mortgage just got cut in half, because I said so. Banks, sorry if you don’t like it, but you can afford to take an L. Just tell the insurance company that Joker robbed you—I’m pretty sure they have a form for that by now.”

Someone overdue for a promotion had located a snare and a cymbal, they played a rimshot. Ba-dum-skitsss!

“Finally! A professional! That was good timing. You’ve got a future!” Joker was manic again, “in return for me generously making the banks cut your mortgages—all you landlords are gonna cut rent by a third. If you’re a renter and you’re not paying a third less, let me know. Nobody wants a visit from Joker after not doing what he says. If you don’t know that already, ask someone who does.”

There was the murderous darkness again.

“Also, minimum wage is $25 now. Economy—fixed!”

Hand clapping again. Job done.

“As for homelessness, since I’ve solved crime in the city, I’m going to task GCPD with erecting a… refugee camp of sorts. A safe, clean place where anyone can stay if they need a place, right in the middle of Middle Park. It’s supposed to rain tomorrow night. I expect this to be done by then. Since we’re talking about the new role of the GCPD under a Joker regime, there is only one target for you to go after from now on…”

Joker raised a crumpled sheet of paper with a crudely drawn picture of Batman, complete with hastily scribbled commentary like “Big dumb ears!” “Obnoxiously square jaw,” and “obvious Daddy issues.”

“I’m still working on his criminal profile, but you know who I mean. The bat-man. The antichrist. This city’s native false idol. I’m offering a bounty of fifty grand for anyone who can take down the batman. Cops, you may want to consider taking him down, especially when you see what I’m doing to your budget—spoiler alert, I’m selling some fucking tanks!

“I don’t want to kill him. Only to expose him. To demonstrate for the other super humans, meta humans, inter-dimensional-freak-shows, aliens, Martians and Kryptonians that in Gotham—we answer for ourselves, for better or worse. You all may not like me—some might even hate me—but you all know me. You know who I am—what you’re getting from me. I think that I know you. I’ve bled in the gutter with you. I know the taste of authoritarian bootheel, too. Stand behind me, Gotham, and I will bring you Justice in a way that THIS clown NEVER COULD!”

Joker was waiving his crayon drawing around some more.

“I’m beginning a city-wide blood drive to supplement the hospitals, who are going to have to deal with healthcare being free from now on, and as a showing of support for my fully successful and completely established military coup, so go—give blood. Mic drop. Joker out.” Joker flashed a peace sign.

…

The shot continued.

“I think it went pretty well!” Joker turned back to Harley, sounding very surprised, “I just fixed the fucking city! This politics stuff is easy, I don’t know what all those douche bags are always whining about. How about it? You ready to take this desk for a test drive?”

Joker stood up, out of the frame and started unbuckling his belt.

“You want me to cut the feed now?” the disembodied voice again.

“Cut the—you haven’t cut the damn feed yet?”

“I—um, I don’t know… I just figured out how to… um, feed… it…”

“Cut the feed, you fucking moron!” pants fell, “what part of mic drop didn’t you understand? Jesus Christ, I want Snare Drum over there to direct my next interrupt broadcast. For fuck’s sake, he’ can’t even—”

::Beeeeeeeeeeeep::

::We now return to our regularly scheduled broadcast.::

 

[Homerun2611]

Bruce & Stowe, a Call from Commissioner Gordon

Bruce was about to go and get a wireless phone for Detective Stowe, when their screens went blank, and an Emergency Broadcast swept across the myriad of screens in Bruce’s office/den. As it began, Alfred entered the office with the phone, but Bruce didn’t call Commissioner Dick Gordon, he called Luciis Fox, the man Bruce had installed as the CEO of Wayne Enterprises and the only other person alive who knew Bruce’s alter ego.

”Can we shut this down, we built this fucking Emergency Network for them, not this moron!”

“Mmhmmm…. FUCK!!!!”

He hardly had to give Stowe the news, they could not cut the live feed, but they could edit the shit out of how it got buffered and retransmitted. Helpful, but not enough. Lucius, then gave the news Bruce expected but hated hearing.

”Mr. Wayne, the internet is already a buzz, the mouth eaters love this guy!” Bruce knew that for all intent and purposes the coup was meaningless, legally. A mayor was an elected officIla, a coup, illegal and unsustainable. No, the issue Was this was now in fact, at least temporarily Marshall Law, and support of the masses, the great unwashed who had no idea how impractical and economically catastrophic the Joker’s plan would be, loved it.

They had no understanding of what it would do to banks, the credit markets, as buildings were foreclosed, it would make the 2008 housing mortgage issue, seem like a fly on a gnat’s ass, at least for Gotham. And what happened in Gotham rippled across the country.

Bruce was listening to Lucius with one ear, the TV with the other, until he thought it was over. Nope, there was the lunatic pulling his prick out. “Stowe, that is his prick isn’t it?” He was pissed and it was a cheap shot, “Sorry, not funny”.

“Lucius, Do what you can, get the media outlets working to speak against the ludicrousness of his plan, not that it will do any good. And kill the video, bury it, whatever you can do?”

Bruce crashed his fist down on his desk, and was about to talk to Stowe, when his phone rang again. “Hello Jim, yes I saw it. Already called Lucius, no way to stop it, but we can prevent circulation.” It was Police Commissioner Jim Gordon, Bruce’s good friend and father of the girl who Alfred popped her cherry and Bruce had fucked her ass, after having had her suck both their cocks.

”Barbara, no, she was here last night, but I haven’t seen her this morning.” He looked at Stowe and saw the smirk, they had some editing to do, quickly.

”Have you signaled Batman?” It was an odd question for Bruce to ask, he had always been publicly skeptical of the caped crusader, necessary for the subterfuge, but these were extraordinary times, even for Batman. “Jim, the Joker is a vampire. I didn’t believe it either, but Stowe did and then I confirmed it on film, he won’t be killed by bullets and he has superhuman strength and speed. I can show you the video he showed up uninvited to the party, and the only casualty here is the woman he drained.“

Bruce now showed his gallantry, “Detective Stowe tried to stop him, followed him here, but no one could have stopped him, not with normal weapons. You have a madman, a killer and a vampire in the Mayor’s office right now, and the citizens’ can’t know. I am sure he has already commandeered all he can.”

Jim Gordon didn’t know what to say, but he had already hit the button, the bat signal was flying high, “Is Detective Stow with you now?” Bruce said they had just finished reviewing the security videos and needed police, if available on site. “May I speak to Detective Stowe please?” Bruce heard the despair in his voice, “Jim, I am sure Barbara is okay, I will send Dick to find her. And yes, here is Detective Stowe… “. And with that Bruce handed over the phone, went to the window opened it, and saw his signal in the air.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Detective Lily Stowe; at playboy Wayne’s place.

Fuck. Just… FUCK! Fuck and one more silent FUCK! Okay… The foggy stuff is the cause, I did NOT flip my lid last night and do some weird ass daddy issue 3-way. I did but I didn’t. Alright! Thank fuck because last thing I need is therapy. So first issue resolved, mostly… Flushed a bit as I watch that scene unfold again, it is rewinding but slowly back. I can see Bruce is working to handle this evidence far more carefully than normal. Tampering? I didn’t see a thing!

Second issue. The guards aren’t dead, hung over, and getting up for their walk of shame. But not dead. No one else was dead, at least not here. Just the one chunky monkey he mauled inside the front door. From the look on the video of her face, she was getting off on it too.. at first.

When Bruce laid it out to Gordon I wasn’t sure what to expect when he handed me the phone but there wasn’t one single question about my conduct or bellowing about letting this .. fiasco happen. Thank fuck for that too. Bruce or whatever reason, Gordon isn’t ripping in to my hide over this. He does well to cover his own ass with Barbara questions and answers. Short, simple and sweet. I did smirk, I know what went on in that room last night, I saw all three creep out on video.

“Commissioner?” Breath held, I wait for the ranting or worse that quiet tone where you can hear the disappointment pour out in that tone dad’s reserve for their kids. Gordon was like a second father in a way, so disappointing him was one kick I couldn’t take today and very grateful when he doesn’t.

“We have one D.B. here, a woman. I am not sure who she is, it is a mess here and she has no I.D. on her. My car was stolen, from the look of it, the Joker took it but I can’t be certain until it’s found. We have a few bodies down in Crime alley leading towards the docks. Yeah, I think the bodies were skinned and left as a trail for the Joker.” It was all hunches, nothing really one hundred but it made the most sense.

“No, I don’t know who woke.. Who brought him back like this..” The words fade in and out, watching video be deleted, seemingly scrambling when the Joker arrives, blips forward and fuzzy random other shots. I am thinking Bruce has edited things before in the past and luckily he has a lot of random footage of uselessness to piece in for the police. “Yes, Commissioner, he is most definitely back and very much .. alive? Undead? Vampire, whatever that entails, I don’t know. I didn’t think this shit was real…” Who would?!

“It was come with him, dead or alive. I had hoped to find you here last night… I understand.” His orders were clear and he gave no reason for his absence last night from THE party of the season, and I am not pushing my luck. Too focused on the commissioner, I barely had any attention to give to Bruce and what he was doing or trying to do. “What was that all about? I need to call a taxi and get home, get cleaned up and to the station..” What in the hell are we going to do about THIS situation?

“Do you really think he will remain in ‘office’ with all the boring things required of the position?” Not that he could keep it for long if he killed anyone. “Has he harmed anyone? I mean does anyone have a situation report? 9-1-1? Injured?” So much crazy going on all at once and there were still dead down in the streets and blockades and burning tires. Welcome to Gotham…

“I need some fucking coffee..” Turning to face Wayne, finally taking the man in for the first time, up close and casually dressed. He did say something last night about not needing heat on him, didn’t he? This move makes no sense but since when has the Joker ever made sense? “He has taken Harley hostage too, she wasn’t with him willingly..” I do recall most things, just not the whole.. Flushing a bit, forcing that out of my head, I look at Alfred briefly and then away, not wanting to picture that man naked!

 

[Homerun2611]

Bruce & Stowe, A Revelation, Questions … A Partnership?

Bruce could scarcely avoid listening in to the conversation between Stowe and Gordon. There was something about the woman he liked though, and naturally trusted. He didn’t trust her because he thought she had any natural predisposition to his way of thinking or even Batman’s system of justice. He trusted her, because he had never seen any hint of motivation beyond trying to get the bad guys, and a real passion to bring things to justice.

Bruce, largely due to his alter ego, Batman, knew the Gotham PD well, the supposed up and comers, and the more senior men who suffered from severe entitlement. Stowe was different, and with Jim Gordon becoming closer and closer to retiring, he needed a new part in the department, one who was not overly concerned with protocols and rules.

They were about to seriously tamper with evidence, not to anyone’s harm, but clearly to their benefit. As he waited he thought about Raz as well, could he be completely divorced from all of this? They needed to discuss the agreement of last night, but he also needed to understand if Raz was involved in any of this as well. The warning message suggested not, but there was much to unravel. He texted his old mentor, confidant and adversary, <I got the warning too late, much to unravel here, but are you available for a late dinner or drink tonight? You choose the venue, I’ll bring cigars?>

He edited away as Stow finished with Gordon, he listened and looked at her as she got off. “Here, take a look, I got rid of the threesome, both of them … “ Addressing both his and Stowe’s indiscretions. “However, Harley looks complicit, you don’t think so?” Bruce knew the story of Harleyquin, it was in some ways sad, he always had a weakness for redemption, but it was imperative that the person in question wanted to be redeemed?

He let her view the film, his skill brought questions to light, he knew that, “Best if you don’t ask, but I think much will be clearer to you soon.” Now it was he that was talking in riddles.

“Let’s get the police here, information gathered, bodies removed. There are also some sleepers that need to be sent home. Alfred willl handle that.” Alfred nodded and went off, arranging cars and assisting those that needed to leave. Neither Bruce or anyone else had identified exactly what happened. “Make sure the CSI team comes, I want to know that the gas was. I will get Dick out trying to find Barbara … but I’d like you to stay. Once you get things going I have something to show you, I think you’ll want to see. I will drive you back to headquarters when we’re done …”

Little did Detective Stowe know, she was about to become the 4th person to know Bruce’s identity, and even he wasn’t certain it was teh right call, but there was simply too much going on for him not to have some sort of collaboration inside the force.

 

[LitShark]

Ra’s al Ghoul & Deathstroke - The Tiger in Your Tank, The Giant in Your Toilet Bowl



Riots.

Gotham City was exceptionally prone to rioting. Any time there was a crisis, a disaster or even an exceptionally hard rain (it seemed) the citizens of Gotham City would take to the streets and riot. It all seemed quite redundant to Ra’s. This city was already a cesspool, what was the point in smashing a few windows or overturning a few cars? The cars from previous riots were still left in the street, rusting away to nothing and everyone else was blind to it.

Slade Wilson, who was serving as Ra’s driver and valet for now, swerved around the bright orange bloom as a Molotov shattered in their path. Ra’s barely registered the sudden swerving of the car. He had a Bluetooth headset in his ear.

“Yes, this is Ra’s al Ghoul, calling for Dr. Pamela Isely…” the tires screeched as a mob of rioters in clown paint charged the towncar and Slade had to turn onto a side-street and accelerate around a corner to lose them, “when do you expect her to return? …I understand. Thank you. Please tell her that I’m a man of means and I have an interest in saving the environment. She should call me at her earliest convenience.”

Ra’s had barely hung up with Dr. Iseley’s secretary when the text message from Bruce arrived. Slade had to throw the car into reverse as another crowd had the side street blocked, carrying signs that said things like “Joker’s Justice is Justice for All” and “In a World Gone Mad, Let the Madman Lead Us!”

The fact that it was Ra’s who had resurrected the Joker and brought him back to Gotham was unknown to this rabble and he doubted they’d allow him to explain. Slade drifted the tires back onto a main street driving in reverse. The skid ended with the car facing the right direction again and spinning its tires before gaining traction and taking off. Ra's dropped the needle on a custom built vinyl record player. He was listening to Gil Scott-Heron as he watched the city burn.

<I am rather busy, but you know how to tempt me, Detective. If it was anyone else, I’d hesitate to schedule a late dinner, but since you’re a night owl, let’s say 9:30 at Le Petit Mort. I’ll book the reservation. You pay the bill.>

If Bruce wanted another tet-a-tet, he would be buying the meal. In Ra’s experience, it was bad custom to have a second meeting with someone who has already agreed to what you want. Most likely, he would try to renege on their deal from the night before, but if that was the case, Ra’s didn’t intend to make it easy.

Just in case, he drafted a quick but tantalizing email to Lex Luthor and saved it as a draft. If Bruce was backing out, he’d regret it before he finished his sentence.

The mob was growing denser and more violent as the car approached City Hall, so Ra’s made the decision to stash the car in an underground parking garage. It was out of the way enough that Ra’s would feel comfortable engaging the towncar’s more aggressive anti-personnel features. It would be safe there.

“You’re on crowd control,” Ra’s handed Slade a 10k-Volt stun baton while tucking a Beretta into his cocktail jacket, “I’d prefer not to be touched.”

A sadistic smile crossed Slade’s face and he nodded in understanding. He pulled an elastic black and orange mask over his face before pressing the button on the handle, sending bright blue arcs across the bludgeoning surface of the stun baton.

Ra’s barely showed any recognition as Deathstroke set about aggressively busting heads, tasing rioters out of the way and feeding them their teeth. The assassin-in-training didn’t discriminate between men and women in his rampage through the crowd, like he was cutting a path through overgrown underbrush with a machete. He didn’t even shout for them to move until at least a dozen were on the ground and bloodied.

“Back up you freakshows! Back up! Make a path!” Deathstroke didn’t really need his rigorous and vast arsenal of martial arts attacks to cleave a path through the rioters, but he was showing off, hoping to impress Ra’s with what he already knew.

For his part, Ra’s barely noticed how brutal his valet was being. He was wearing designer shoes and using his full focus to avoid stepping in blood or bile or whatever else kept this city looking so perpetually wet and awful.

Gotham City was a toilet.

It was like the founders tried to build a city and gave up on their first attempt, building another city on top of the old one—again and again, leaving behind more and more of the huddled masses to wallow in the runoff from their gutters. It was surrounded by water, the civic center below sea level. If anyone ever took it upon themselves to destroy the seawall blockades, the city would flush itself like a toilet, too. Ra’s would rather have discovered a second Lazarus pool on the dark side of the moon than offshore Gotham. It would have been less difficult.

Nonetheless, his plan of releasing a resurrected Joker to sew chaos was almost too successful.

It took some time for Ra’s to surrender himself to the Black Masks who were holding the lobby with assault rifles. He had Deathstroke wait with them as he headed upstairs to the Mayoral residences.

“Not so fast.” One of the Black Masks who had apparently changed allegiance, halted Ra’s at the elevator at gunpoint.

“Tell Joker that the Demon Head would like a word.”

“Joker’s busy. Not to be disturbed. They call me Rimshot. What does the Demon Head want? I think Harley has him covered in the head department,” some others giggled. Ra’s visibly rolled his eyes.

Rimshot had gotten rid of his mask and instead painted his face like the bank robbers from Dead Presidents. The all black tactical gear had his new name, ‘Rimshot’ spray painted across his chest.

“Cute name. Alright. Tell Joker that I came. Tell him the bill for his new life is coming due and it will cost him the docks. Tell him Ra’s al Ghoul runs the docks now and anyone who doesn’t like it will end up right where I found Joker. You tell him all that—Rimshot.”

Ra’s strode backward back into the elevator. He flicked a business card with two fingers as the doors began to close between them. The sharpened edge of the graphite card, engineered to function as a lethal projectile, dug itself into the hardwood floor at Rimshot’s feet.

*Ding*

When Ra’s and Deathstroke returned to the car, he used a remote to disengage the security measures.

“Where to now?”

“If the cobra won’t hunt for us, we need to seek out a mongoose.”

“A goose?” for all his Martial knowledge, Slade was a novice in the field of biology.

“Take me to the Gordon House.”

“The commissioner is probably at work.”

“Yes, but his daughter is old enough to hunt.”

“Whatever you say, boss.”

 

[Homerun2611]

Back at the Manor, Wayne Manor that is …

Dick & Pamela

Dick had just had the birthday of his life, having lost count just how many times and in how many ways, Pamela had opened her petals and let him pollinate her. Ah to be 18 again, cock hard at the blow of a stiff wind, even Pamela had to enjoy the near miraculous lack of refractory period, before young Dick was ready to enjoy his surname.

“Thank you Ms. Pamela…” He had finally rolled over, and Pamela, while still gorgeous, looked like a woman who had just entertained an entire basketball team, not just a young Robin first testing his wings.

Pamela seized the moment to make her escape, or who knows ho long Dick, might have.. dicked? She was dressing, “Is Barbie mad at you? I didn’t think she would walk in and I just naturally assumed you two weren’t dating…” Pamela let the sentence trail off.

“Who?” Dick asked, still caught up in the euphoria of fucking, truly fucking. “Oh Barbara… yeah .. uh.. dating.. I wouldn’t say that….” Truth being he had never had the guts to ask her on a true date. “We are very good friends.” Dick then learned that Barbara had actually walked in on them, as had Bruce. He hadn’t realized any of it, as he had been very focused on … Pamela Isley. “Did she seem mad?”

Dick probably shouldn’t have asked, but there were a lot of things he had done with Pamela he probably shouldn’t have. “Ms., sorry, Dr. Isely, did you enjoy last night? Will I get to … uh… see you again?”

It was only seconds later that Alfred popped into the room, watching as Ms. Isely walked out. He bowed courteously holding the door, admiring the view from behind. Dick had done well. It didn’t reduce Alfred’s guilt over his time with young Barbara, but it did make it easier to say nothing.

“Master Bruce would like to see you as soon as possible… I will make you some oat meal.”


Bruce Wayne and Detective Stowe

Minutes later, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, Dick Grayson walked into Bruce’s study, his eyes immediately teasning on Detective Stowe in Bruce’s shirt dress. “You wanted something Bruce?” Bruce did, and desperately wanted to tease his ward “about last night”, but it was not the time or place.

“Dick, I need you to go try to find Barbara, she left here late last night …” Bruce saw the look from Stowe, suggesting 5 AM was an interesting interpretation of last night. “Her father is worried, you know where she likes to go.. find her.” Dick nodded and took one of Bruce’s cars, there was a spot in Gotham Park he and Barbara often went to feed the birds, particularly the robins, somehow he knew she might be there. However, what he would say to her, was an entirely different question?

The police showed up, Stowe seemed to give no quarter to the lusty looks given by both the male and female members of the CSI unit sent to investigate. Bruce patiently waited, during which he received the reply from Raz. He had a million things he wanted to discuss, what the hell had happened last night, and what if anything Raz knew?

However, in a conciliatory and appreciative tone, very unlike Bruce, he sent a simple reply. <Thank you, I will see you there.>. The last of the flat foots finally finished, and it was just Bruce and Stowe. “I will take you to Gordon’s now, but first I need to show you something.” Bruce saw the look in Alfred’s eyes as he passed, touching his phone which opened a new corridor off the main foyer that had previously been hidden.

“Sir, what are you doing…” He looked at Bruce, then Stowe, then Bruce again. “Don’t worry Alfred, this needs to be done.” At the end of the corridor was an elevator, it only came to this floor and down almost two hundred feet. Bruce held the door, “Please Detective, I need you to come this way…”

 

[princesssexci]

Harley and Joker

Harley watched in near amazement as the Joker started spewing out his decree on the land. Like wow, she should’ve known he had it in him though. She was almost prepared to hear Amanda Waller barking orders in her head.


And then she remembered for the millionth time that Amanda Waller wasn’t in her head anymore.


She was pretty much free to do whatever the fuck she wanted. No more government goons forcing twisted heroic acts down her throat. In fact, Amanda Waller should have really been the one to be handcuffed.


If she was working with Mistah J again then maybe he could do that for her.

‘You can’t keep letting the Joker rule your life. First step, stop calling him Mistah J.’ Poison Ivy used to tell her. Gaawwwd she missed female companionship. She was even thinking that maybe that was what Mistah J and she had needed …


Wait…what was she thinking about again?

She had spaced out sometime around the spiel about crime being fixed.

“I think it went pretty well!” Joker turned back to Harley, sounding very surprised, “I just fixed the fucking city! This politics stuff is easy, I don’t know what all those douche bags are always whining about. How about it? You ready to take this desk for a test drive?”

Take the desk for a test drive? Like…sex?

Jesus fuck! It felt like forever since she’d gotten laid. Noooo that was a lie, she’d fucked President Luna awhile back.

Those were good times and this was just proof that she had a thing for men in politics and more importantly, men and women who had the power to actually fucking do something.

The more chaotic, the better.

And without Amanda Waller in her head, the less she had to worry about this being a whole bad idea.

It’s not like Amanda had the resource or the power to come after her and like blow up her head or somethin.

Still, this was waaaaay too easy.

Harley wrapped her arms around his neck. “That was way too hot.” she purred as he started unbuckling his pants. “But how do we know this will work? How do we know the officers will actually turn on Batsy?” It was definitely a huuuge risk and it was a big change for Harley to actually question the Joker but she wasn’t willing to give up that independence she had.

She stepped back and lost all train of thought the minute Mistah J’s pants went down.

“Well fuck, someone is happy to see me.”

Barbara

Barbara had spent hours crying. How could she have been so fucking stupid? Why would Dick want someone like her when a buxom older woman wanted him?

She had taken a shower as soon as she had gotten home and had managed to avoid her dad. She’d heard him walk out saying something about some case and while usually she paid attention to that so she could do her own investigations; not today.

Was it hypocritical to be pissed that Dick had sex with Pamela fucking Isley when she had just been in a threesome with Bruce Wayne and Alfred?

Probably. That didn’t stop her from going to the freezer and pulling out a carton of Ben and Jerrys brownie ice cream.

Carrying the ice cream to the couch, sitting in her silk purple pajama pants and button down top. She turned on the tv to the news

She ate.

and ate…

and —-

dropped her spoon as the Joker came on the tv.

“Holy fuck!” That was not good, not at all.



Pamela

“Who?” Dick asked, still caught up in the euphoria of fucking, truly fucking. “Oh Barbara… yeah .. uh.. dating.. I wouldn’t say that….”

Pam hid the smugness that she felt.

“No?” Pamela asked

“We are very good friends. Did she seem mad?”

“A tad but why did she just find you this morning? Where was she all this time?” Pam asked innocently, “I wouldn’t worry too much. She missed her opportunity.”

“Ms….”

Pamela lightly glared at him. “So formal…”


“sorry, Dr. Isely, did you enjoy last night? Will I get to … uh… see you again?”

“Still too formal, lover.” She pressed against Dick and kissed him again. “Definitely.” It was an answer to both questions but she only said it once so it was hard to tell.

She pulled back and pulled a tube of lipstick wrote her number down on a random college notebook.

If that didn’t answer his question then she wasn’t sure. “Bye Dick…” She winked at him but knew she was staying way too long. She wasn’t allowed near Bruce, some restraining order because of the last “temper” tantrum she threw after he rejected one of her environmental ideas.

And with that, she quickly slipped out of his room just barely missing the butler.

Amanda Waller

Amanda’s eyes narrowed as the drone followed the Joker and Harley Quinn. That clown bitch had removed the ear piece she’d been given when joining Suicide Squad but that didn’t mean she was untraceable. Drones were a thing and the blonde didn’t seem to think too far from her pussy.

When the Joker appeared on the screen of the tv and interrupting everything.

All government agencies were in disarray. Did they follow the law of the Joker or continue as if he didn’t exist.

For now, she would sit in the background and see how this played out. No need to put all her cards out. Amanda wasn’t about putting her own life in danger.

But at the same time, she wasn’t going to let Harley think she’d gotten rid of her so easily.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Selina Kyle - Gotham City Library


That one had a nice smile, strong looking hands, although a bit soft looking hands as well. I should be restoring some books in the archives, not lingering up here with the commoners but.. I don’t know. Something different needed to happen today. Something less boring… Less, nerdy. Looking at my clothes, I felt frumpy, plain and wildly unattractive. Glasses didn’t help, not that I needed them, I used to but now I don’t. Not after I …. Fell and something odd happened.

The bells in my head begin to hum, painfully so. Wincing, the hiss is almost feline as I drop the paperback onto the table, making a rather loud thump of sound, but I need some space, some fucking quiet! Why do I do this to myself? Why do I try to recall what the fuck happened that night? Every time, pain. A LOT of pain sears through my brain, ears ring so badly I can’t hear and the migraine is insane! You would think I learned my lesson not to go there by now…

Running into Marvin Copeland doesn’t help either. The damned head librarian is all handsy, married and reminds me of the penguin, less nose. He’s got his arms around me, saying something and looking, feigning concern. I can’t hear shit past the loud.. everything! The copier in the lounge, the one up front, both going at the same time, scrunching paper somewhere off to the left and someone is rolling a fucking pencil back and forth on some tabletop nearby.

“You alright, Miss Kyle?” He has asked me that a few times by now, I can see the irritation growing in his eyes and by the tensing grip on me.

“I am, thank you!” extracting myself from his hands with a rather uppity little frown and tone. He knows not to touch me, even if I ran into him! “I ..” He’s best friends with the boss, so I can’t punch him in the face or point out his bald head is shiny, “have a migraine coming on.. So sorry for running into you, I did not mean to..” Back to the frumpy mousey librarian.

“Go home. Seems some whack job has decided to take over city hall.. again. We’ve been ordered to close for the day, maybe a few days.” He is straightening his jacket and giving me this once over inspection, undecided if he is insulted by my tone or if he can catch sight of something he just held in his arms.

“We’re closing?” Duh! Woman, didn’t he just say that!?

“Yes, Miss Kyle, we are closing for today, call before coming in tomorrow. Not sure what is going on but the city is going to get dangerous, so I was told.” One last look and he is moving briskly around me towards the front desks.

Well… now what? And WHO the hell attacked city hall? I need to get out of here, get some milk, maybe a sunbath at home on the lounge will do me some good? Good old vitamin.. C? No, no its D as in DICK.. Damn, I haven’t had one of those in a long time.. Again, I should have stayed last night! ‘stupid woman..’ muttering to myself as I go, hearing someone gasp who overheard me, uncaring who it is, I am getting out of here, I may need to be out later. A nice cheeseburger and some sightseeing…

 

[Sweetp4u]

Det. Lily Stowe - Wayne Manor, Into the Bat Cave, hi ho the derry-oh...


Damn, maybe the Joker should interfere more often in the day to day around here? Never seen the force work so damned fast in my life! CSI came and went, bagged so much shit, I am betting half the family silver for the Wayne’s is now in an evidence locker. I mean they took stuff from every where, thanks to that stupid magnetic trick, it was a mess here. Quickly being cleaned with a haste not seen in anything but comedy reels on fast forward and speed.

Gordon accepted what he was told, evidence he was given. He didn’t question Wayne about anything. Nothing. Not. ONE. Thing. Why? I know they go way back but, nothing? Just took his word as gold. Shit, he didn’t even ask me for my gun or if my revolver was here or missing. He just accepted the ‘facts’ and rambled off orders and everyone scrambled to do as they were told.

So odd..

“Thank you, Sir.” My response to the offered ride, stopping when he tells me I have to see something? Alfred seems a bit stunned, and I was so engrossed in my coffee and following I nearly ended up front end into Bruce’s back end and wearing coffee, he stopped without me realizing that he had. Barely avoiding burning, Alfred asking what he is doing and me? I am leaning to look around him to this low sound of something as this wall opens up.

“Please, Detective, I need you to come this way…” There he stands, hand on this elevator door to who knows where with this expectant look. Well, ok so many thoughts pop into my head. Where does that go? Why must I go in there, with you, right now? Is this some sex club thing? Is it some dungeon of a non-sex kind? Security room maybe? Well, everyone who knows me knows I am here, so not likely to be anything bad or freaky… right?

“Alright.” A smile as friendly as I can make it and into this little steel box I step, and in comes Bruce who is larger than he looks and here we stand, sinking to some.. “Wow.. Okay..” Hand going to a rail to hold for balance, we’re going down DEEP! I expected a few seconds, I mean the manor isn’t that high but this is down, not up and it is really deep..

Door opens when we finally reach what seems to be the bottom of earth as we know it.. and out he moves, holding the doors open for me to step out into what looks like some really black space.

 

[LitShark]

Ras al Ghoul & Slade Wilson Re: Barbara Gordon – Baby Mongoose


The town car pulled up to the shabby home where the Gordons lived. Compared to the world that Ras occupied, this place was a dump. Ras himself left the confines of the special outfitted luxury car with Slade Wilson flanking him as he approached the Gordon household. This neighborhood was garbage, even by Gotham standards, which might make sense for a Police Commissioner—but it couldn’t have been easy for a young woman to grow up amidst such squalor.

Ras rapped his knuckles lightly on the front door, waiting for a reply. He glanced back at Slade, who seemed to be absently picking at his back teeth with his pinky nail. Not the impression Ras would make, considering how their first meeting had gone. He delivered a precise blow to Wilson’s elbow, forcing him to gag himself with his own finger.

“It’s Ras al Ghoul, for Barbara Gordon,” Ras called through the door, “I apologize for the intrusion, but urgency has overshadowed decorum in the short term.”

Slade was coughing and grasping his throat while Ras straightened his cufflinks.

Perhaps it was too much effort to involve her for what her actual contribution could be, but Gordon was a wily player, and with Ras’ still simmering resentment over Dick being mentored in the Arts of the Dark without his blessing, he was eager to prove that he could replicate the Detective sooner than the Detective could replicate his tutelage.

“I’m sorry to interrupt. I’m sure you’re very busy.”






Joker and Harley — Puddin’ on the Ritz

As soon as Harley’s arms landed around his neck, Joker knew it was game on. He kissed her passionately, Tugging her shorts down, further shredding her already shredded stockings. When he had to stoop, to get one of her legs out of the shorts he extended his tongue to continue tongue fencing with his beloved Harley.

She tasted like the perfect breakfast sandwich.

Once her shorts were free of one leg, Joker lifted her easily onto the antique desk and slid into her with practiced ease. Even through death and resurrection, his muscle memory still reminded him of how to enter her. Just was like fucking a bike.

He drove into her, not with all of his might, but harder than he would with a stranger. She was a big girl. She could take it.

He pointed up onto his tiptoes and dropped himself into her again, unconsciously mimicking the end goal of Ras’ plan—fracking the ocean floor. Deeping the deep.

“Oh fuck! It’s good!” Joker howled, his fangs descended unconsciously, “You’re my Puddin’ again! I’m your Puddin’ too!”

Wham-Wham-Wham

Joker was moving faster as he got revved up, his control over his newly minted vampire powers was becoming increasingly tenuous. As he felt physically and emotionally close to Harley, he felt her in a deeper way. He could practically hear the coursing blood through her veins—in her arms—in her neck—her temples—her finger-tips.

Joker kissed each spot that her veins flirted with the surface of her pale skin, stopping to slowly trace the veins on the side of her neck. While his tongue moved slowly, sensuously over the pulse in her neck—his hips were leaping up and down like a sprinting jackrabbit. Superhuman speed. He was so engrossed in her circulatory system he was scarcely aware that he was pounding her daylights out.

“I want to taste you! Really taste you. I won’t take too much, I promise. I’d never risk losing you again!”

Outside, helicopters were circling. Intermittent gunfire. A shattering and orange bloom of flame. Police sirens and a whole city at war. The soundtrack of the most insane love affair in history and the music of Joker’s affection.

“Please! Let me bite you! I wanna bite you! Let me do it!”

 

[Homerun2611]

“Welcome To My Parlor Said The Bat To The ….”

Why so long? Wayne Manor was housed on the top of a very large hill, a winding road leading to the expansive grounds, nearly 400 feet below was the cave and home of Bruce’s alter ego, Batman. With the substantial assistance of Wayne Enterprises, the cave had its own electrical system, and despite the wet, dark, environs, was equipped with the most state of the art technology to be found outside of the US Department of Defense.

As the elevator doors opened, a cold rush of damp, somewhat stale air rushed in, not a sound could be heard outside of the incessant chirping of the dwellers of this locale. “Don’t be startled, you’ll be fine… “ Bruce softly spoke in the direction of Detective Stowe, only to clap his hands and watch as lights came on from the ceilings nearly 40 feet above them, and the bats took flight en masse, swirling and circling at the interruption before finally settling.

Bruce knew it would take a few moments for her eyes to adjust, but when they did she would see three cases with various but similar versions fo his Batman armor and masks, up above them accessible by a small steel stairway was a plateau where various screens showing a combination of broadcast channels and various closed circuit views of the city were visible across a large wall of displays. Computers were stacked and facing the monitors was a large, nearly eight foot long kidney shaped desk.

Farther above them extended from the ceiling in chains, was something that looked a bit like a fighter jet, a bit like a stealth bomber, jet black with blue and yellow markings, the bat plane. Down below them were two cars, long with thick broad wheels, a car capable of accelerating zero to 60 in 2.4 seconds, and equipped with more firepower than all but the most powerful of tanks, the small fleet of batmobiles.

He let Stowe take it all in. “Other than Alfred, you are the first person I have ever brought down here, which gives you some idea of the threat I believe we are facing. “Detective Stowe, I am Batman, and I am going to need your assistance …”

The Happy Yet Tired Little Dicker

Dick was a little miffed that Bruce had sent him on this errand to track down Barbara Gordon. In truth, he would have normally been thrilled to go track down Barbara, his long time crush, but both his mind and hormones were in a state of turmoil.

He was still in a bit of a post losing one’s cherry through a marathon of fucking a gorgeous older woman, stupor. Forever he and Barbara had enjoyed a flirtatious crush, neither being ready to fully initiate what their bodies otherwise craved.

Last night he was convinced would be the night, he had made sure Barbara was the only name he cared about on the guest list, yet the night had ended so differently. Dick was now convinced he was in love with Pamela Isley, and furthermore he had her lipstick signed phone number proudly waiting on his desk back at Wayne Manor.

Yet, he still had a crush on Barbara, but how could he ever explain what happened last night, how could she forgive him, and how could he manage to both encourage his crush and carry on the torrid love affair that had just begun? He needed time to think, same bat time, same bat place!

First he went to the place they had so often met, he went deep into the park, only to find nothing there but the robins he and Barbara would often feed. Where could she be?

He hopped back into the car Bruce had allowed him to take, and headed over to her home, or rather her father’s home, but he was always welcome. However, as he pulled up, he saw the elegant older man from last night, the man who had given him the gift, but also humiliated him, he was knocking at the door, and Dick felt his body rage with jealousy. He stole behind some bushes and waited do see what might be taking place?

 

[Sweetp4u]

Detective Stowe – WHAP! BANG! KAPOW!


The sharp hiss of air sound came from me, the moment those bright lights went on and pain shot through my retinas. A hand goes up, trying to shield as they adjust to find myself in a cold .. room isn’t quite the word I’d use for this place. It’s rather massive and it appears to go on into more inky blackness out there.

It’s a fucking cave… Complete with guano.. Staring up at the ceiling, way up there, and the little creatures seem to be a distance away, but still, no desire to be shit on. Ever! Warily turning about, he speaks and I hear him, I hear it.. But I am not believing what I am seeing. It seems safe, no diving rabid beasts are going to go for me, I then slowly turn on heel and look around.

Other than Alfred, no one else has seen this… Does that mean Gordon has no idea? What of other associates? Down here, isn’t exactly all that entails Batman. Is it? I want to ask more questions, however the silence continues to grow. Explains a lot. Why no one, including me hadn’t deduced this before now is shocking. I mean look at these weapons, armor, the automobile alone! Have to have money to fund this stuff, and who has way too much of that?

I can see the suits above, the vehicle below too, and I’ve seen that bat wing thing once as well. “I take it Gordon doesn’t know?” I finally ask, turning to face the playboy down. “We have met then, once or twice, briefly..” I can see it now that I know, why hadn’t I before? Silly really, and honestly does not matter at all right now. Turning to the spiral staircase, hand on the rail, I climb up to the platform and move to study the suit. That looks rough to get in to but it’s not what’s really on my mind.

When I hear him behind me, then I speak up to ask, “How in the world do you think I can help you with that.. madman?” Spinning about to meet Bruce’s gaze. “He said some oddities but when has he ever made sense? The super-human strength..” A hand lifts from hip and drops back down, “I am not even sure all you have in your arsenal here is going to prevent the Joker from doing whatever the hell he wants.”

 

[princesssexci]

Barbara’s Deal with the Devil - Batgirl Beginnings

Slowly, Barbara opened the door and looked between the two men, Slade and that man from Dick’s party.

“Um, hello…” she said slowly glancing between the two. “How can I help you?” It wasn’t meant to sound rude. It just came off that way. She looked a hot mess, her makeup was smudged from the night before and her red hair was no longer in its neat but cascading down her shoulders.

Ra's took a moment to examine her, howsoever cursory his appraisal was. He hadn't expected much, but he briefly reconsidered if she was equal to the task he had for her. But it was too late to go back now.

"Sorry again to intrude," his nimble eyes jumped from the ice cream container back to Barbara, "but it seems that Joker has forcibly occupied City Hall. I believe he means to oust your father as Commissioner. With him more than occupied, dealing with an occupation of the Civic Center of Gotham, I've come to you with an opportunity. Not only to mark a win in his column--at a time he so desperately needs one, but also to do something five consecutive Commissioners have failed at. Namely, getting the mob out of the docks."

“Yeah, I saw it on the news.” Barbara blinked at his offer. She wasn’t quite sure how to even respond to that. She wasn’t exactly sure how well Ras could be trusted. Though it was hard to trust alot of people in Gotham.

“I didn’t get to see the live thing happen…” Because she was still sulking in her own woes but, this could be a good distraction from Dick, Plus, she always wanted to be like her dad. “Is that even possible getting the mob out of the docks???”

There it was.

That naive little youthful spark of hope. Ra's had counted on it.

"It can't be done without sacrifice. I need for you to take on the mantle of Shadows, to impersonate this city's most powerful icon and go unnoticed. I can show you the way, instruct you in the way of the Shadow. To make of a weapon everything that is unseen. But it will require of you a great sacrifice, not least of all your innocence," Ra's paused here, taking a moment to look her up and down, "you've been blessed with the physical tools to join in the fight. I can teach you the way. You need only give yourself over to my care. The time has come to cast away childish things and be born again as a member of the League of Shadows."

She flushed as his eyes went up and down her body though she wasnt sure if it was an assessing gaze or not. Impersonate the city’s hero?

“Become Batman?” She didnt think that was something that was possible either. “You are going to train me to be Batman?”

That was….

Well, that was fucking exciting. It almost made her regret turning him away. She glanced at the other guy wondering if he was just the body guard but didn’t bother asking.

The League of Darkness

The name brought a chill down her spine and caused her to shiver. She should say no but…this was what she wanted, to do something that mattered.

“Before I agree, I mean assuming I do, (because why show her cards at a poker game)why me?”

Before I agree

She had already given him the answer he wanted, he had little incentive to be honest, nonetheless, he told the truth.

"Intentional or not, you disrespected me. It's been several lifetimes that something I desired was withheld from me. I desire you, but I respect that you had the metal to deny me. By sharing with you my gift, I will further my legacy in defiance of a former disciple who rejected my teachings, I will also help myself to your sexual service at my whim."

Slade snorted, failing to bite back sincere laughter. A lifetime of dealing with federal agents and black ops hadn't prepared him for dealing with Ra's. The man had cast iron balls.

Ra's jerked his arm out aggressive to check his diver's Rolex.

"You have five minutes to collect whatever you absolutely cannot live without. In six minutes, my driver will pull away. If you're not in the car, you surrender yourself to the consequences of events you cannot control."

Ra's turned without hesitation, leaving Slade alone with Barbara.

"Nice to meet you," Slade smirked, still biting back laughter as he followed Ra's back to the car.

As Slade opened the door, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He'd felt that way in Cambodia just before shit turned pear shaped.

"Boss..." there was no laughing in him now, like a coiled snake, every muscle was tense.

"I know... but not to worry. It must just be the bird."

"How are you so sure?"

"If it were the Bat, we would never have sensed him." Ra's climbed into the back seat and closed the door behind himself.

She watched as he walked off pressing her lips together tightly. Barbara started to close the door. Chewing the inside of her cheek she quickly made her way to her bedroom to pack and as she started to close the door.

Started to…she saw Dick.

Her eyes narrowed at him and she was tempted to slam the door in his face. Instead, she quickly grabbed the now melted tub of ice cream and threw it away before quickly writing a note to her dad that she was going to stay with a friend.

“What do you want, Dick? Make it quick because I have to leave. You have two minutes, literally.” she said his name as if it were an insult instead of her usual friendly tone.

 

[Homerun2611]

In the Batcave, a partnership proposed …

It was not lost on Bruce, the spectacular figure that Detective Stowe presented as she began to ascend the latter, sans panties, and where he stood presented a compelling, to put it mildly, view. He intended to remain all business, but what is life if you don’t take a moment to smell the flowers, and as flowers went, Detective Stowe was magnificent.

Bruce followed her up, he needed to get ready but he wanted to explain. He chuckled, “Yes he is a mad man, but that is not entirely to his favor.” Bruce wasn’t even sure himself, but he had theories and thoughts of how they might approach this.

“I have never dealt with a vampire, but I have dealt with the Joker, I thought I killed him once, I believe WE can kill him again.”

Bruce would explain his thinking …

“First, he is not the Mayor, other than by his own proclamation, but he thinks he is, and many will believe it to be true. I am afraid, he has support though, and that is problematic…”

Bruce moved over to the computer keyboard and typed in several commands, “Give me a moment …” Touching a button, he opened one of the chambers holding the suits. If Stowe were watching, she saw the chamber fill with a smoke like substance which was actually steam, as Bruce stepped in and felt the suit be pressed into the front and back of his body, and then close the seams that went up each side, so that the suit literally formed a second skin.

The suit itself was a true breakthrough in form and function. With a nanotechnology borrowed and perfected from the Department of Defense and NASA, it had the nanotechnology that allowed the suit to be shear proof, whether that be knife or bullet. The technology took what Kevlar did in a bullet proof vest and allowed it to have the same impermeability at 1/100 the thickness. The suite could self regulate heat, and allowed Batman to discard liquid waste and have it filtered and drained. There was a bit of constriction that allowed his muscles to perform at their optimum, and even energy and water stores that flowed through the lining and could be summoned when needed.

Bruce emerged with the suit on collar to toe, only the mask lacking, which he held in his hand. “There…” He said, not wanting to dwell on the physical transformation that had taken place, although he would answer any questions Stowe had. The suit, other than a special lazor knife which he kept within his toobelt, could only be applied and removed within the chamber, a very special atmospheric blend of temperature, humidity and gravity.

He watched as Stowe’s eyes followed where he was pointing, “I am not concerned about the government’s reaction to teh joker’s proclamation and coup, I am worried about that.” He was pointing to a meter that was driven by AI, a sentiment tracker for what is was worth, and the mass’ reaction to Joker’s message was overwhelmingly supportive. “In so many ways, Gotham is subject to mob rule, and right now, he has the mob’s support, the economic chasm is so wide and so deep, you have both the criminal element, and the underserved that are ready to align to a heretic, and Joker is the ultimate heretic.”

Bruce knew he wasn’t telling Stowe anything she didn’t know, this I was just quantifiable evidence of the current and growing problem. “To answer your question, Jim Gordon is a friend of both Bruce Wayne and Batman, but he does not know the overlap and I have taken every precaution where possible to distance the two.” He could assume her question, “So why you? … These are times we will need to move fast, and I need someone on the inside who is not driven by personal ambition, and perhaps a bit of revenge … “. He took a moment for Stowe to realize he had researched her back story. “I don’t consider that a weakness, but a strength. I am going to need you, and you… like it or not, are going to need me.”

She had asked how, and that was part she was not going to like, “The joker is attracted to you, very attracted, if he weren’t you’d be dead …. You’re going to need to use that Detective… do you even know how to flirt … I don’t mean be hot, I mean actually attempt to appeal to a man?” He let her all in, knowing this last statement probably, and necessarily, pissed her off!

Dick and Barbara

Dick had heard every word, the offer, and her response, but one clause, “… I will also help myself to your sexual service at my whim." Made him a combination of furious and nauseous.

Dick shut the door behind him, “You can’t seriously be thinking of considering what that old pervert said …” Dick did not want to acknowledge the sophistication and innate elegance and fierceness of the man, a heady cocktail for young Barbara to decline, particularly when, if she were honest, how much she had enjoyed being the plaything of two older and very sophisticated and experienced men, only a few hours earlier.

“I’m sorry about last night … I’m not sure what happened … “. Dick was apologizing, but couldn’t really disavow Pamela. “You know that no one is more important to me than you… “ And technically that was corrrect, other than the inspiring and satisfaction of needs that Dick was just beginning to understand.

“I didn’t even get a chance to open your present .. do you still have it?” Again, unknowingly rubbing salt into Barbara’s wounds. “Bruce knows that man, I think he is very dangerous…. You don’t need to do this….Your father wouldn’t want …” Finally he felt his shoulders sag, “Please, please don’t do this Barbara….” He didn’t even need to try as he gave her his best puppy dog look …