Superman stood outside his Fortress of Solitude. It's original purpose, as a refuge from the pressures of being the world's greatest superhero, was no longer needed, and so he'd had it converted into a private love-nest where he could spend time with his
wives; for now that he no longer had to abide by the morality of humans, he had chosen to marry
all of the women that he loved. The multiple wedding bands on every finger were the only change he'd made to his costume.
The same could not be said of his first guest, Wonder Woman, clad in a billowing grecian gown. Since the heroes had taken over, the one-time warrior for peace had given herself up to a live of hedonism, spending her days lounging about stuffing her face while
a small army of gorgeous slaves, both male and female, waited on her hand and foot and serviced her equally voracious sexual appetites. Her divine powers mostly prevented this life of idleness and excess from ruining her perfect figure, but even they had limits.
And thus, her already formidable bosom had expanded tremendously, far too big to be contained by her old armored swimsuit.
His other guest, Batman, couldn't afford to be quite so idle; lacking powers, he had to keep himself in top shape. Still, he allowed himself to indulg in one vice; sex. His harem was among the largest of the world's ruling superhumans, rivaled only by Iron
Man's, and the Dark Knight kept his horde of concubines very busy sating his appetite for every kind of perversion and kink.
It had been a long time since the three had gathered. Sure, Diana was one of Clark's wives, and Bruce one of her lovers, but the firm friendship they had once had was gone, the bonds of camaraderie stretched to the limit by their new lifestyles. As the Man
of Steel led the other two inside, their was an awkward silence, finally broken by the Amazing Amazon.
"So, Kal, where are Nos. 2, 11, and 24?," she said, making a point not to address her sister-wives by name.
"Lori, Luma, and Lyla are in Kandor at the moment," he said, pointing at the bottled city. "I brought them up here to give this meeting some cover, but they have no place in it. You'll notice that all of my robots are deactivated as well."
"I had," Diana noted wistfully; at her urging, Superman had modified the Fortress' mechanical caretakers to serve as pleasure droids, and she'd been looking forward to enjoying their attentions.
"And the need for all this is secrecy is...what, exactly?" Batman said, cutting to the chase.
"Since we took over," Clark explained. "Society falls into three tiers; us former heroes and some of our erstwhile enemies at the top, then the rest of them and those ordinary humans we like, and the general mass of humanity at the bottom. I think we should
change this."
"Continue," Bruce said.
"I don't know about you, but I am sick and tired of treating Lex Luthor as my equal. At this stage, I don't think we really need him, or Doom, or any of that crowd to cow the ordinary people. They need to be put into their place."
"I can get behind that," Diana said brightly.
"Likewise," Batman commented. "But why all the cloak and dagger?"
Superman smiled. "Because it isn't just the one-time villains I want to...demote. I think it's time we shrink the ruling class, down to just the Justice League and our friends."
"Hh, the idea of taking Iron Man and his Avenger buddies down a peg does appeal," Bruce acknowledged.
"To me as well," Diana agreed.
Superman smiled. "Then we are in accord?"
The other two nodded. And having agreed to reshape the hierarchy...
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