Hill High School, Gotham City
Helena scratched her knee as she drank her coffee. The idiots were filing in shouting their “hip” obscenities. If she ever called these little idiots what they called themselves, she would be out on her ass and labeled a racist bitch faster than you could
say, wow.
“Alright,” She put her mug down and stood up, “I know homeroom isn’t the most exciting class of the day, but let’s get going.”
“Hay Miss B?” a red haired boy asked, “is it true that they killed the Supes this morning?”
“Jared, I don’t really know,” Helena admitted, “The news is still confused.”
Second Avenue Adventures, Gotham City
The email was vague, but the offer was real. A check on the bank accounts with their phone proved that. “Hurt the bats and I double this morning’s deposits.” That was all the email had said.
Wayne Manor, Gotham City
Bruce had managed to get back to bed before his ladies had missed him only to be woken by a very angry Englishman.
“Owe, Owe, Owe… Alfred what is it?” Bruce said as he was pulled up by his ear.
“I will not stand for this!” Alfred declared, “After all of these years, if I have lost your confidence, I demand the courtesy of you telling me so in person!”
“What are you… OW!” Bruce started as Alfred yanked him higher by the ear.
“Do you really think I have become incapable of executing my duties?”
“Stop it,” Bruce slapped Alfred’s hand freeing his ear, “What the hell are you talking about? If you ever failed to be able to hand cleaning up, I am pretty sure it would be in your suicide note! Now what the hell is going on.”
“So she is not replacing me?” Alfred demanded.
Bruce looked back at the women as they lightly played with themselves as they woke up.
“Who?”
“You are not transferring my duties to her?” Alfred leaned in, “In spite of you dressing her in a uniform?”
“OK, start from the beginning,” Bruce pleaded.
“Cheetah is wearing a maid’s dress and is attempting and failing to clean the cave,” Alfred was still very angry.
“Do any on you know anything about this?” Bruce asked.
There was a round of no’s and Zatanna chuckled.
“Zee,” Bruce stared at her, “What do you know?”
“Fire and Ice wanted to play a game with Cheetah and asked me to make a saucy maid’s dress for her to show off in,” Zatanna giggled.
“I demand that it stops right this instant,” Alfred shouted, “She is making more of a mess then she is cleaning!”
“Tell you what,” Bruce had an idea, “for the next twelve hours, you get to teach all three of them what it means to clean. REALLY CLEAN. Take the paddle with you. Zatanna, cast a costume change so they are all wearing non-sexy maid outfits. That ought
to get the idea out of their heads.”
Watchtower
Karen was trying to be brave, Conner was freaking out, Clark was trying to comfort Lois who was a nervous and guilty wreck, and Kara was trying to help out in the medical bay as much as she could. She felt so week and so violated. They had had a family
meeting and talked about the idea years ago, but to have been subjected to the Blue Kryptonite. She felt helpless. Facing off against Bizzaro Supergirl had shaken her. She turned out to be a poor fighter when she didn’t have a landslide advantage in strength
and speed. Now, well now she was a mere mortal. For a while at least.
“Hay,” Steel was heavily sedated, but still able to talk, “Did you hear? I get to keep my arms! Now I have to go punch Atom Smasher, he he he.”
The Clock tower, Gotham City
Barbara was not in Oracle mode just yet, she sat in her chair looking out at the sunset drinking her tea and reading the notes that she had downloaded from the cave’s mainframe. As much as she hated it, it seemed that this would be the way to go. There was
knock at the door.
“Come in,” Barbara already knew who it was, “What’s up Cas…. What the hell?”
Cassie was not dressed in her normal comfortable street cloths. The heeled boots, fishnets, leather knee skirt, silk corset, lace blouse and leather chocker all presented a young woman of sexual dominance and grace. What really shocked Barbara was that
she was smiling, full on Joker ear to ear smile.
“Do you like it?” Cassie giggled, “I went shopping with my team today. They both agreed that I am much more a mistress in this then sweats.”
“What the hell?” was all Barbara could say.
“You should see the outfits I picked out for them,” Cassie gave a naughty wink, “We have never worked together better. Steph is at the top of her game and Tim is even better than ever. Batman’s help has improved us all together.”
“Wait, all three of you?” Barbara was trying to follow along, “You three are sleeping together?”
“Not much sleeping, wrestling however...” Steph said as she entered.
Barbara was shocked at the sight of Steph; heeled knee boots, a vinyl miniskirt, a fishnet shirt, a leather corset and a collar with a property tag attached to it.
“What did you do to Tim?” Barbara demanded.
“HMM.”
Barbara was as speechless as Tim was, combat boots, tight vinyl pants, tight vinyl tee-shirt, collar, and a gag in his mouth.
“Tim is happier now,” Cassie walked back to him and stroked the bulge in his pants, “he may not be in charge but he does enjoy the benefits of having two women. Catwoman undersold lesbian sex. She really under sold it.”
Wheels were turning in Barbara’s head now, her and Dick, her and Raven, all three of them together, her and Huntress… wait, what?
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. Barbara’s musing were cut off as she went into full Oracle mode and manned her station.
“Boss,” she called as she logged on.
“I see it,” Batman called, “Send Robin, Red Robin, Batgirl and Black Bat to deal with the Royal Flush Gang. Nightwing and Raven will deal with Riddler and company. I will handle the Joker.”
“What about Two-Face?” Oracle asked.
“Send this text message to these phone numbers,” Batman said coldly, “and may god have mercy.”
Presidential Plaza, Around the back by the dumpsters, Gotham City
Red Hood and Azreal stared at each other for a long second.
“You are here for the Geo caching as well?” Red Hood cited the coded text message.
“These are the starting location. There should be a cash here somewhere,” Azreal tilted his armored head.
“Here,” Red Hood looked in the dumpster, “Let’s see, a lot of 6.5 Grendel ammo, a Canadian C7A2 rifle lower and a 6.5 Grendel upper. Collapsible stock and full auto for an armor penetrating round. Nice.”
“And fuel for my gauntlets as well as darts,” Azreal noted, “No let us deal with the two headed god.”
“I call him Two-Face,” Jason cracked his knuckles.
Both of them wondered, what did this gesture by the bat mean? Was he blessing off on them?