"I decided to trade up for a real man, Hal." she sneered, plastering her lush curves against the form of Fred Myers, her skimpy purple dress riding up her long legs in the process. "Not some loser flyboy who can't even keep a steady job."
Fred Myers snorted. He'd promised himself to keep his meddling with Carol's mind and body to a minimum but making her an exhibitionist with a body to rival Wonder Woman's in addition to a CEO was too much fun. Especially since he hadn't had to do much beyond pay attention to her and flatter her increased ego in order to have the Green Lantern's girlfriend crawling all over him.
And to think, he hadn't even fucked her yet! Unlike the last female CEO he'd been with, he felt like taking his time with this one. Not that reaming Pepper Potts' perfect redheaded ass while the former Iron Man turned sissy secretary diddled his tiny meat in the corner and cried hadn't been a hoot and a half, but a man had to enjoy some variety from time to time.
"You must be the ex-boyfriend she spoke so . . . LITTLE of - Hank Jordache?"
"Hal. JORDAN." he growled back at the well-dressed scumbag. Although nobody could prove it, he was the well-known head of all sorts of criminal enterprises. Seeing Carol rubbing up against him drove Hal crazy.
"Carol, can we talk privately? NOW?"
***
Harley Quinn moaned, desperate and fuzzy-headed. How many hours had it been since she'd tried to take over the Master PC? How many hours since she'd tasted Master's delicious cum- no, not Master, Fred Myers! Fuck, it was hard to think!
"Uhhh, so horny, but can't- noooo . . ." she whimpered as her tits swelled up yet another cup size and she squealed in delight.
"What did the boss say to do with her again?" a yawning Power Tits said as she stretched in bed next to Cumslut Marvel.
"Oh, wait until she's as big as Elektra and then give her some of the cum he left in the fridge for us. After that we can either play with her a bit or just toss her in the same room as that Greek bitch and watch them try to eat each other out."
The former Power Girl grimaced but then she smiled as an idea occurred to her.
"Hey, since our reputations are already in the garbage and our Lord and Master isn't watching over us, you want to go out and fuck some of the guys we always thought were hot while he's at that wedding?"
Carol's eyes narrowed with a grin.
"Now that sounds like a fucking vacation!"
***
Nightwing finally shook Bryce by telling the young girl that he would meet her up in her room. With a quick glance to make sure no one was looking, he entered the Batcave via a secret entrance and was surprised to find everything coated in dust and padlocked.
"What happened to you?" he murmured. "You wouldn't just vanish like this . . ."
"You talking about your Batboss?" came a chipper voice behind him. He whirled to see the form of Quake looking at him with a smirk across her pouty lips.
"How-"
"I found some of the waitstaff screwing each other next to a wide open secret passage in one of the kitchens running through the whole house. Did some digging - well, slight vibrating of locked doors - and ended up here. Nice place, if you like bats."
Nightwing nodded and upped his respect for the SHIELD agent's reputation.
"Batman always said he'd leave something for me down here in case something went south and took him out of the game. A contingency just for me."
"Is it that giant robot dinosaur? Because if so, awesome."
Nightwing smiled. It was nice working with somebody with a sense of humor, despite the direness of the situation.
"No, not the dinosaur. With people acting this wildly out of character, I'm thinking it might be a reality warper or some sort of cosmic-powered threat. One moment."
Dick walked up to the giant penny, took off one glove and pressed against a corner of the base. Suddenly, a small door opened up and a small tablet-sized device slid out with what looked like a shard of a red gem embedded in the center.
"What's that?" Quake asked, intrigued by the technology. She moved to touch it but Nightwing held up a hand.
"Sorry, encrypted to me only. Anyone else touches it and it teleports away. This is Batman's secret diary, designed to resist reality warping and counteract it if need be. All I need to do is turn it on and we'll be privy to how and what has changed recently - maybe even be able to reverse it all . . ."