0930 Madison Navel Airstation, Mermaid Atoll, Porta Rico Territory
Stepping off the Navy transport aircraft onto the deck of the grounded USS Madison aircraft carrier Diana shaded her eyes as she looked around. True to the briefing there was the Atlantis Royal Fleet attack submarine docked at a mooring point about a mile out. Looking inland she saw the nature and the artificial atoll. This had been built up by ships grounding over the years and used as a Navy installation following the grounding of the WW2 era USS Madison. Following the Justice League treaty between Atlantis and most of the members of the UN, this atoll on the north eastern fringes of Porta Rico served as the limit of US waters and the beginning of Atlantis’ territorial waters. The old name of Mermaid Atoll proved to be rather accurate and only the US government use kept the Atlantians from using the atoll as a vacation spot. Disembarking the Carrier, the three were met by a rep from the satellite ground station and the Coast Guard radar observation center.
“Hi,” the uniformed man stuck out his hand, “I’m Commander Hatchet. Welcome to Mermaid Atoll. This is our jeep here, sorry we can’t use HUMVEEs on the atoll due to environmental concerns.”
Diana led James and Mary to the blue jeep. Diana sized up the officer, 5’8 slim, bad acne scaring, strawberry blonde hair. All three had been told the limits of what they could take was a carry on sized bag.
“What was with that sub out on the water?” Mary asked.
“Atlantis boarder control,” Commander Hatchet answered, “They just check boats entering and exiting their water and check for contraband. Atlantis signed an antidrug smuggling pack with the US and other countries. I have to break this to you, right now space is at a premium. The Poe’s reinvasions have been delayed due to budget cuts and the Clark got condemned after last year’s hurricanes. I did mange to get you the nicest room on Cthulhu deck, and that is the nicest deck on the Lovecraft…”
“Cthulhu? Lovecraft?” James interrupted.
“Grounded Liberty ship. It was originally sponsored by the publishing company that printed Lovecrafts works back in the day during World War 2. Don’t worry,” Hatchet smiled, “It’s a six bed cabin with it’s own hea… bathroom.”
“Wait,” Mary shouted, “One room for all three of us? Can’t someone pitch a tent on the island?”
“No,” Hatchet said, “Environmental restriction prohibit any structures being put on the island itself. We aren’t even allowed to rebuild any of the buildings, so we use the grounded boats. The only functional building is Siren’s Cove. A beach club and toilets building.”
“Relax, we all brought pajamas, right?” Diana address the zealot, “Change in the bathroom and we should be good.”
*
1030 Underground, Gotham City.
Kari had gone into town to shop and visit the realtor. Having signed the least and providing the deposit, Kari had gone shopping and managed to make her way into the underground and shed the image of the bimbo. The Rubber Queen made her way into the chamber and was greated by Rubber Vine, Harleen, and the shell shocked Edward Nigma.
“Your Majesty,” both latex ladies curtsied dispite wearing catsuits without skirts.
“Mr Nigma. I’m sure the girls shared my offer with you. What do you say?” The Rubber Queen demanded.
Nigma in his drugged state only drooled slightly.
“I’ll take that for a yes,” The Rubber Queen smiled, “Process him, leave his mind intact, and just break his will and ego. Bring up Mr. Crane.”
The balloon ball holding Crane was pulled out and the thin man was retrieved from inside. Bleary eye’d he looked around and spotted the Rubber Queen. Without orders he just bowed on his knees before her.
“Oh Queen of Latex, please accept this unworthy soul as your servant,” Crane cried.
“Is he crying?” Pamela asked.
“He is,” Rubber Queen smiled, “Take off his hood.”
Harleen shrugged and went to unzip the latex hood.
“No, this unworthy creature is too hideous for a goddess to look at,” Crane shrieked as he pulled away from Harleen.
“Stop that!” Rubber Queen ordered, “no one is too ugly for me to look upon and no one should every claim someone is too ugly, fat, short, tall or anything else to be accepted in my kingdom!”
Harleen opened the zip and then pulled the hoof from the thin man. Pam and Harleen both gasped. Crane had always looked like a crack head, strung out from late nights, stress, beatings, accidently dosing himself with his experiments and so on. After a week of chemically induced sleep, and relaxation he looked nice, a lot like Cillian Murphy, but with a short beard and thinner.
“Mirror,” The Rubber Queen said to a drone, “Look at me Johnathan. What do you think you look like?”
“I… I…” Crane stuttered, as a drone brought a mirror over and held it in front of him, “I look normal.”
“On your own,” The Rubber Queen started, “You lost balance and became a victim of your obsessions, you need to find another way. Join my kingdom, serve me. Help my bring peace to others. Pamela and Harleen have already joined my cause.”
“Yes Your Majesty!” Crane throw himself to the ground before the Rubber Queen’s feet and kissed the boot’s toes.
*
11:30 Metropolis, New York
It had been easy for Cat to figure out who Jimmy’s girlfriend was, they came out of his apartment building arms around each other and kissed before going their separate ways. Cat wasn’t fooled by the jeans and tee-shirt the pervert was wearing. The young woman went to an apartment building first, came back out a half an hour later, showered with a duffle bag and wearing sweats. Yoga in the park with a group. Brunch at a coffee house, stop at a warehouse, and finally she went to her job at a sex shop. Cat could see that she had changed and was working on a window front display. It seemed that the cheerleader dress was being changed out for a raccoon suit. She was half way done when another worker came and replaced her. Cat waited a while, but her jaw dropped when the girl came out of the shop. The girl came out wearing shinny purple leggings, black hotpants, a store polo-shirt, and flat knee high riding boots, in her hands were two cups of coffee. Cat tried to not notice as the girl came right up to her car.
“So, I’m Meg. Did the Planet send you to spy on me?” She offered Cat one of the paper coffee cups, “Or is this your personal concern for Jimmy?”
“Ahh,” Cat stammered.
“Relax,” Meg smiled, “I’m not out to hurt Jimmy, I like him. He’s cute and nice.”
“So you’re not out to steal his kidneys? Oh drat,” Cat said that sarcastically while taking the offered cup of coffee.
“No Cat,” Meg smiled as Cat drank the bliss laced coffee, “but ah, you seem really stressed. You should text the HR department at the Planet and tell them you are taking a week off, the use your phone to buy a train ticket to New York City.”
Cat was already glassy eyed, her cup of coffee had been lightly warmed bliss mixed with a packet of instant coffee. Her will power had been obliterated the moment she had tasted the coffee. She had no hesitation in completing the tasks Meg had told her, drinking more of the drugged coffee all the while. As soon as she finished Cat held the phone for Meg to see like a proud child. Meg smiled and looked back at her co-worker coming out, wearing a blonde wig that matched Cat’s and a leopard print blouse and skirt that also matched.
“You know what?” Meg smiled taking the phone from Cat, “You just need to go to a spa, Sarah will drop you off at a special private spa and then she will take your car and phone and take that trip to New York City. Like that Idea, good.”
Meg watched the drugged blonde and her doppleganger drive off, smiling she pulled her own phone out a texted Jimmy, ‘working late tonight, pizza tomorrow?’
A wicked smile crossed her face, a rubber sheep furry fetish?
*
6:30PM Clock tower, Gotham City
Barbara wore a latex corset, her leggings, a cotton sweatshirt, and a pair of ballet ankle boots. She had debated the dildo panties but opted not to in case of company. Her GK359-23 bat-cave issued personal phone chirped. She knew by the ring tone who it was before she looked at the Caller ID.
“Hello Miss Mary Batson,” Barbara addressed Mary Marvel by her alter ego, “Holding out? Hardly, as soon as the opertunity popped up, I ran over! Well so to speak. Yes they know, I had Dick over last night. He he he, not over the phone… Hang on I have another call. Hello? Hi Daddy! I’m doing great! Yes he was here last night… What do you think we did? Yes dad, yes we did. Unlike you I don’t want me to die an old virgin… Well you have to give ‘em a taste to reel them in. Mom and Sarah did that to you. Ok that was a low blow. Look we have been dating for how long? And you think this is the first time? I am sure he spent all day working on some over the top candle light dinner complete with diamond ring for me. Look dad, I have a buisnese call on the other line. Bye. Mary? Three guesses, my dad. Look if you wanted to come by for a visit I can clear it with the land lord… Friday night? We can make it a girls night, mind if I invite some of the other girls too? Talk to you later!”
Barbara hung up the phone and purred. Corrupting the young ladies of the Teen Titans and Justice League? The Rubber Queen would be so proud of her! She would need to make it seem legit… First she had to clear the meta’s coming into Gotham with the “land lord,” and The Queen knew that Bruce was a pain about such things.
*
8:30PM Batcave, Gotham City
Steph and Tim watched Dick pacing back and forth.
“Flowers, flight to Paris? No. Caribean Cruise? Too public. What about that private Island Bruce takes Selina to for her ‘punishments’? No completely creepy. Fuck. Fuck…” Dick muttered.
“How did he get up there?” Steph asked.
“That’s what you’re questioning?” Tim asked back.
“Dick get off the flat screens!” Bruce yelled, “They can barely hold their own weight up there!”
*
USS Lovecraft, Mermaid Atoll, Porta Rico
Ambushing Mary as she returned from going over the computer records had been simple, Diana had the zealot tied up in the lasso of truth. Mary was now naked, tied to a chair and thanks to a few instructions, her conscious mind would remember that she spent all evening reading her bible while Diana went over hers and Jame’s findings, while James would go over the information he got from the Coast Guard. Mary’s subconscious was soaking up the courting ritual before her. Diana in her latex stalking, garter belt, corset and gloves was teasing James in his condom shorts and hood. He was polishing her feet right now with his tongue. Diana had a wicked smile as she spied juices flowing from Mary’s snatch. She would be born again, and born again kinky!
*
Sherwood Floweriest, Star City, California
Ollie and Dinah were preparing dinner for them and the sidekicks.
“What about Helena?” Dinah asked.
“Mob Princess?” Ollie was unsure what Dinah was asking.
“Our Mistress?” Dinah whispered.