Jarvis was going to have fun with this. Suddenly his phone rang.
“Hello?” Jarvis said.
He had just bought this phone and hadn’t given anyone his
number. He heard a woman starting to
whisper something…
*
Jarvis blinked. He
looked around. He was sitting in front
of Barbara Gordon who was dressed as the rubber slut parody of Batgirl, but
wasn’t wearing the mask he made for her.
Next to him was one of the guys he had hatted to help with the
production of the porn. He was on the
computer with some sort of interior decorating program closing down. Fortunately Barbara was staring straight into
the seductive pulses of his hypno-hat. In
her hands was the special latex batgirl mask he had made for her.
“Barbara,” Jarvis said calmly, “please put your mask back
on.”
“Of course,” the entranced Barbara intoned emotionlessly.
She put the mask back on and after a second was now the
new fetish porn star again.
“Hmmm,” Barbara cooed, “It feels so good to serve master
in yummy latex.”
“Yes it does,” Jarvis smiled, “Now lets get ready for
your next film.”
Jarvis looked at the clock on his phone, a half hour had
passed. For some reason he ignored this
and thought that one of the bats would be outside by now.
*
Jason watched from the roof of the adjoining
building. Barbara had been in there for
forty-five minutes. No calls, no
messages, no pictures sent to Dick. What
was she doing in a sex shop for that long?
Just then a noise made him look at the back entrance. Barbara was decked out in a shiny batgirl
parody outfit and a goon in a ski mask was trying to tackle her.
“This seems fishy,” Jason said.
He shrugged and then leap down to knock out the
thug. The falling kick sent the guy to
the ground with a thud.
“The hell are you wearing?” Jason asked, “Is that for
your boyscout boy toy?”
“Naw, it’s to enslave you,” Barbara giggled.
“Wha…” Jason went ridged.
“That little chip is enough to keep you compliant while
we get you ready for your scene,” Barbara kissed Red-Hood’s mask, “Come along
little doggy you have some rubber fucking to do!”
*
“Oh Calooh, Calay!” Jarvis chuckled at the sight of the
rubber batgirl and the mechanical Red-Hood dragging in the comatose henchman,
“You will make a fine specimen. Where
did you get him?”
“Right here,” Barbara pointed at a circular self-stick
bandage on the back of Red-Hood’s neck.
“Now listen well,” Jarvis waved a finger at Barbara,
“Make sure that tag stays on him. Get
him into some latex as well and the special cowl I made. But no sex until we are ready to roll
cameras!”
“Yes Master,” Barbara said like a school girl that had
been scolded.
Jarvis quickly put a new hat on the henchman and waited
for him to come to. As he did he
followed he helplessly enthusiastic hostage/accomplice around the store with
her own victim in tow. She had him out
of his pants and boots, and was bending him over a sex bench.
“Real Bad Boys wear butt plugs!” Barbara purred as she
pushed the toy into the helpless hero, “There, that makes you so much sexier
and hornier!”
Jarvis watched as she stripped him, making sure not to remove
the chip on his neck, and put him into a black rubber catsuit with a zipper up
the back. Once on that held the chip in
place. She then got him in cyber goth
boots and put pulled him into a corner with some club wear jackets.
“What do you think master?” Barbara asked, “Do we go
straight to the jacket? Or does he need something first?”
“Maybe a slave harness for you to hold on to?” Jarvis
smiled.
“Oh course master!” Barbara bubbled, “You are so smart
master!”
Jarvis watched as the buxom babe lead her gullible gimp
back to the bondage section.
*
Kara and Karen walked from the food court to the next
store. They both giggled as they sipped
on their frapachino drinks. Karen looked at a blacked out shop and smiled.
“Oh,” Karen said, “Let’s check out that store.”
“Am I allowed in there?” Kara looked at the one mannequin
in the window, “I think they have an over 21 policy.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Karen smiled, “You’re my sister,
and if they ask you to leave they would lose me too!”
Kara arched an eyebrow but followed her older twin into
the store. Once they got past the black
curtains Kara’s eyes about bulged out of her head. The Mannequin in the window was a Halloween version
of a dominatrix; vinyl corset, vinyl mini skirt and a vinyl mask, the Mannequin
that greeted her inside was a real dominatrix, latex merry widow, stockings,
opera gloves, leather strapon harness with a foot-long dildo.
“Thinking of someone to use that on?” Karen asked the
blushing Kara, “Or someone you want to use it on you?”
“Hello,” a woman in a white silk blouse, black leather
corset and black leather pencil skirt smiled as she walked up, “Looking for
anything in particular?”
“I need some date night options and my sister needs to
grew up,” Karen smiled.
“Perhaps some starter items for your sister?” the woman
said, “Or are we tossing her over the deep end?”
“Deep end,” Karen grabbed Kara’s arm.
“Latex is right this way,” the sales woman smiled.
Right away both of them stopped and looked at the Mannequin
in the middle of the latex section.
“You are getting that,” Karen said.
“No, I’m not!” Kara blanched.
“If you don’t wear it,” Karen whispered, “I’m going to go
out on the town wearing it.”
“Ahh,” Kara gasped.
“I’ll look and see if we have it in the smaller size,”
the woman smiled as she walked away.
Kara looked at the price tag on the pink rubber dress
next to her and almost spit out her drink.
“How can we afford this?” Kara asked.
“Same way afforded stuff in my world, selling patents,”
Karen smiled, “You know that pink cough syrup mom gave us? Turns out it kills and vaccinates against
syphilis.”
“What?” Kara blanched,
“Turns out we are sitting on hundreds of medical miracles
in the family archives,” Karen smiled, “So I started selling some.”
“Does Clark know about this?” Kara asked.
“He put me in touch with Wayne to make sure it does the
most good,” Karen smiled.
“Selling medicines to the highest bidder?” Kara asked.
“Wayne isn’t the highest bidder,” Karen looked at the
returning sales woman with a dress in hand, “Can I ask a hypothetical
question? If you found your family had
patents to medicines that could help but weren’t in production what would you
do?”
“Hello Mr. Drug Company I have something you might want
to buy,” the woman said like she was picking up a phone.
Kara frowned.
“Look I would love to wrap everyone in rubber,” the sales
woman smiled, “But the reason Latex is so expensive is because the raw material
is expensive. Unless you have a fortune
to fund making and giving away your drugs, your best way to help is find a responsible
drug company so they help everyone with it.
If you can make some money off it, so much the better.”
“Yeah so we are making the world a better place,” Karen
smiled, “Think of this as your quarterly bonus.”
Kara grabbed rubber dress and went to the marked changing
room.
“Do you do custom work?” Karen asked looking a poster on
the wall.
“Do you want to look at our Heroic lines or our Savage
line?” the sales woman asked.
Kara put the drink and her bags on the bench of the changing
room. There were no cameras or mics in
the area, but they had speakers with barely enough power to get it going but
not enough for there to be any discernable music. Kara looked at the dress and sighed. It was a long sleeved, with a zipper in the
back. The top was blue with a red and gold
Hope Glyph and a red mini skirt. It was
a rubber parody of her own super girl dress.
*
Lois looked at the draft of the article Clark wrote.
“Smallvile,” Lois asked, “What was name of my doppelganger
running that central American shit hole?”
“The Tiger,” Clark said, “why?”
“I don’t know,” Lois shrugged, “Not all dopplegangers are
nice people… In fact, somewhere out there, there must be a version of Batman
where he doesn’t beat people to a pulp every night.”
“What does that have to do with this piece on the Mayor’s
budget cut proposal?” Jimmy asked from his print out.
“Nothing Jimmy,” Lois said, “I was thinking of the extra
Super hanging out with your pal and his teenage side kick.”
*
The Camera zoomed in over the red leather x over the
Red-Hood’s chest and down to his rubbery man meat standing up as the rubber
red-head bounced up and down on it. Jarvis
leaned in closer to check the monitor.
He heard someone eating popcorn next to him.
“So you went from A list to making porn?” Red Robin asked
as he put some more popcorn in his mouth.
“At least he isn’t trying to star in it,” Spoiler made a
gagging noise behind her mask.
“This is going to hurt isn’t it?” Jarvis sighed.
“Oh yes,” the Bat intoned behind him.
*
Kara stepped out of the changing room, she seemed much
more confident in the dress than she thought she would be.
“If I didn’t know better I would swear you were
Supergirl,” the sales woman smiled.
“Oh yeah, we are taking that,” Karen said, “Can you make
them in black too?”
*
“Owww,” Barbara moaned as she came too, “What happened…”
“I will enjoy informing Grayson of your betrayal harlot,”
Damian barked with a haughty mockery.
“What? Cass please punch him…” Barbara moaned.
“Ah, yeah,” Tim said, “You might have managed to break
her arm.”
“Huh?” Barbara asked.
Barbara tried to get up and realized she was not wearing
her normal outfits.
“Yes,” Damian said, “you are dressed as a harlot.”
“You got hatted, and then you and Hatter hatted Jason,”
Tim informed her, “Then the Hatter had to pair of you dress up at the sex shop
and star in his porn production.”
“What?” Barbara asked.
“Jarvis wanted to sell the pornos of you and Jason to
raise money for a bigger plot,” Tim said, “We got his confession right before
Bruce broke four of his ribs.”
“Can I go break the rest?” Barbara tried to sit up again.
“Dick said to keep the outfit,” Tim said, “All
seriousness, keep it so we can check it.
I got the mind warping cowl, looks like Jarvis made some changes to his
mind control tech.”
“Did I break Cassandra’s arm?” Barbara asked.
“Almost,” Tim said, “The mask did a number on you and you
really went after us.”
“Master Hatter is the term you called him,” Damian rubbed
it in.
“Bruce says sit on the bench till we are sure there are
no lingering problems. So relax,” Tim
said, “Dick will be coming home tomorrow morning.”
“What about Jason?” Barbara asked, “Did I beat him up
too?”
“Not exactly,” Tim said.
“You fucked him bot literally and figuratively,” Damian
said.
“We got him holed up in a safe house and Alfred is taking
care of him for the time being too,” Tim said, “There is one weird thing,
Jarvis made a cell phone video of you to torment your dad on your phone, but he
never sent it.”
“As far as we can tell all of the equipment and files
were destroyed.”
“But?” Barbara started.
“He wanted Barbara Gordon, Commissioner Gordon’s Daughter
to torment the Commissioner. He wanted
to use you to parody the Batgirl to piss us off,” Tim said, “He has no idea you
are Batgirl.”