Convention Hall, Convention Hotel, Ivy Town, Connecticut
Steph and Tim were dancing together, they kind of had to since their Queen locked each one to either end of a leash. Both of them sized up the crowd and how they were reacting. After all the parties everyone was fawning over The Rubber Queen. Steph and Tim were sure that they were all subject to subliminal messages, but at this point both teens welcomed it. Baby Wand and Mistress Gigantrix were locked together in a latex fuck sack. Lois Lane was squatting on Jimmy Olsen’s face, her police costume mini-skirt rolled up.
“Tim,” Steph gasped, “Are you mad at me?”
“I was not happy about getting tazed,” Tim admitted, “But now I couldn’t thank you enough for enslaving me to Rubber Queen and taking me into this wonderful world.”
“I’m glad. Have you thought about what we will have to do when we get back?” Steph leaned in close to ask.
“Bruce will not easy, he is as paranoid as can be…” Tim leaned in even closer, “What can we do about Barbara?”
“She has already been taken care of,” Steph smiled, “I imagine that she will want to thank me the next time we are in private together. I know we will have to work to find time together Rubber Ducky!”
*
Kinky Kitten, Gotham City
“Alright folks!” Selina got everyone’s attention, “We are officially out of stock! We will be re-ordering tonight and posting updates on our social media when we are restocked! In the meantime, good night, my Kitten has to clean up!”
There were collective groans and snide comments and the crowd left.
“I am not cleaning up by myself,” Dick said.
“You accepted my collar, you became my bitch,” Selina smiled, “Relax, I am going to help and as promised I saved a few things to pay you for your help. Some for you and some for her. And you can keep the kitten suit in case you want to come back here for some more work or maybe some play…”
“I don’t want to get on B’s bad side,” Dick breathed.
“Ah… too late,” Selina held Dick’s phone.
*
Roof overlooking the Mayor’s house, Star City
The three were in uniforms for the construction company that was doing work around the city after the last bought between titans. It wasn’t night yet, and the mayor wouldn’t be back for a few more hours.
“Ok, so the entrance is behind that sex shop on the ground floor,” Conner said calmly.
“Good zoning Mr. Mayor,” Mia intoned, “On the south side of the street was housing and the north side is the boutiques on the ground and the businesses on the upper floor.”
“Let’s see about getting one of these offices to stake out from,” Roy said.
“That Red Light Market place said they were hiring…” Mia shrugged sheepishly, “One of us could try to get a job there.”
*
Daily Planet, Metropolis City
Cat Grant was pestering Perry while he worked on the Monday morning headlines.
“I’m just saying,” Cat shouted, “How is it not favoritism when you give her a shopping spree and send her on a long weekend?”
“Kathrine,” Perry rubbed the bridge of his nose, “I sent Lois and Jimmy on an assignment. That assignment required them to get outfits to blend in. If I was sending her to get into a neo-NAZI rally then maybe I would have her get some reproduction SS gear and sent her in with a loaded Luger! As it is, she is working!”
“Oh? How can you be so sure?” Cat snapped.
“Here,” Perry pulled the screen off the combo tablet laptop, “here are the interviews and an outline for the story I asked her to wright. Subject Fuchs, a German national, furry and latex fetishist and traveling lawyer for a leading European car company, general backgrounds, personal theories about his fetish and so on. Subject Mistress Crop, a Canadian fetish model and fetish porn dominatrix, her history and lifestyle. Subject Ken and Margo, a couple from California who have a fetish for dressing up in the same rubber woman suit.”
“So what? I just dress up like Catwoman and I can get you those interviews!” Cat shot back.
“Damn it!” Perry shouted then whispered, “These two like to show off their so called inflatable torpedo tits, you do the same thing every day, and I have to calm everyone down because of the Sexual Harassment ramifications. The only ones that take you seriously are the celebrities and that is why I have you on the Celebrity gossip page, I give you an entire page every Odd day of the week! Now please, I have to get this spread about the DC protests in order!”
“What are they protesting now?” Cat asked.
“What aren’t they protesting?” Perry rubbed his temples, “Budget, left-wing nuts, right-wing nuts, LGBT rights, Heterosexual only marriages, the price of gas, so on and so forth!”
Cat had stopped listening, the celebrity gossip sheet, that was her key, if Lois wanted to use rubber as an excuse to get the cloths from the planet, Cat could play that too. Plenty of stars were strutting around in rubber these days. Word was some of the perverts had stopped selling to the masses and were only doing commission for the A-listers. She needed to find out where Lois got her wardrobe started and get somethings to start from there.
*
Convention Hotel, Ivy Town
“Is everything packed?” The Rubber Queen asked.
“Yes your majesty!” Colleen smiled.
“Are you sore my Rubber Vine?” The Rubber Queen asked.
“Yes Your Majesty,” Pam didn’t understand why she had been flogged as the count down to the end, but she didn’t question that it was right for her Queen to treat her as a slave.
“Well Tim and Steph, did you enjoy your weekend at Cape Cod with your cousin Kari?” The Rubber Queen asked the rubber children at her boots.
“Yes Kari,” they smiled, “It was great to spend time on the beach together!”
The Rubber Queen ran her hands throw their hair.
“Do the kittens have their instructions?” The Queen asked Colleen.
“Yes, they are quite eager to thank Miss Kyle by indoctrinating her,” Colleen smiled, “After they suit her up and put the hood on her the subliminal messages will start her road to submission to your will.”
“What would a catwoman say about that plan?” The Rubber Queen asked her thralls.
“Purrfect” Harleen Chuckled.
*
Saint Anky Clinic, Gotham City
Jim Gordon barged in just like he was the lead door kicker for the SWAT team.
“WHERE IS SHE!”
“Sir, please calm down,” the receptionist said.
“Never mind that, where is she?!?” Gordon shouted.
“Ok Sir, how about I start with your name,” The receptionist was clearly use to this.
“What? Gordon, James! I’m the Police Commissioner!” Gordon shouted.
“Well Commissioner Gordon,” The receptionist continued, “What is the name of the patient you are here for?”
“Barbara my daughter!”
“Barbara Gordon,” The receptionist smiled, “Yes, right here. Please stand by I am calling the doctor now.”
James was stuck waiting, he looked the receptionist over; White female, blonde, brown eyes, thin build, Black Turtle neck, and a brown blazer. In walked another woman, she was tall, black, short black hair, well toned body, white turtle neck and slacks with a white doctor’s coat.
“Mr. Gordon, my name is doctor Harris,” the woman extended her hand, “Please come with me we have a few things to talk about before discharging Miss Gordon.”
Gordon shock the doctor’s hand and then followed her. Immediately he noticed a smell from the halls of the clinic.
“Let me guess, it’s the rubber,” the doctor said as if nothing was wrong.
“What?” Gordon asked.
“In the medical field we have been accused of overusing rubbers as well as bleach. As much as we are told to use synthetic rubber, latex is in most everything we use. You and your daughter are going to be familiar with that smell for a while,” the doctor stopped in front of a door, “Look this procedure produced what most would consider a miracle but there was a small problem and there will be follow up care required.”
“What?” Gordon asked.
“Her Achilles tendons have shortened,” the doctor sighed, “I think we can fix it with long term PT, but in the mean time I have put her on rubber compression tights and crutches. In reality I don’t think she needs the crutches, but I think they will serve as a good back up while she regains her walking legs. I have given her a series of appointments for physical therapy, I expect to see her back her to follow up every week for now. Now be careful and don’t knock her over.”
The door opened and there was Barbara standing by a desk in a medical dress, a set of tights that looked like they were from a dive suit and a pair of crutches.
“Dad!”
*
Wayne Manor, Gotham City
Tim was leading in Steph and Kari, and to Alfred there seemed to be nothing odd about them, nothing obvious. As Steph and Kari went upstairs, Alfred brought Tim to the side.
“Try to lie to me,” Alfred grabbed Tim by the neck and shoved him against a door frame.
“What?” Tim panicked for a moment.
“You and Miss Brown,” Alfred glared at Tim, “Spit it out.”
“We spent time with Kari on the Cape,” Tim went with the line that he had been conditioned to believe himself.
“Don’t give me that,” Alfred said, “With all the secretes in this house, do you really think you can lie? Now about you and Miss Brown.”
“Ok, I love her and we had a room together,” Tim said.
“If you don’t want to know what the sound of each bone in your body breaking is I suggest you keep talking,” Alfred growled.
“OK, OK!” Tim nearly wet himself, “Steph and I joined a sex cult and we spent the weekend fucking. I want to marry her and spend the rest of my life with her in all the orgies that the cult puts together.”
Alfreds eye’s rolled and he dropped to the ground.
“Shit! Alfred! Help!”
After about fifteen seconds Bruce walked in holding a phone
“It’s me again, Wayne Manor, Alfred Pennywort, yes another one. Please hurry. I will open the front door, I think he might have to stay at least the night at a hospital” Bruce looked in and walked out while talking on the phone.