Harley and Felicia were having too much fun kissing and sucking Peter to notice the changes happening. Peter was getting into it and starting to kiss Pam back. They didn’t complain as Peter’s hands started to grope them and tease them. Peter broke the kiss and then smiled at the ladies.
“Time to relocate to a new garden!” Peter said before webbing the three to his torso.
All three women yelped as Peter launched into the air with his webs and took them flying from rebuilt sky scraper to rebuilt sky scraper back to the apartment in the Thomas Beagle building. The landing with four bodies was tough, only made tougher by his lust induced distraction towards the three women. Peter pulled the ladies off of him and set them down on the bed before him.
“Looks like I have three burglars in my apartment,” Peter put his hands on his face in mock shock,
“What am I to do?”
In rapid fire he webbed each lady’s wrist to the wall behind them. He then crawled to them and took turns kissing each enthralled villainess.
“You three have been bad girls,” Peter cooed, “Go to my room, oh wait…”
*
Batman watched as the SHIELD personal went over his “guests.” Of the three Selina was having the most fun with them, considering she was the only one of the three in perfect health meant she didn’t have any problems for the doctors to find. Instead she went from one interview with a shrink claiming she was fine and always in love with the bat to the next giving the impression she was under some sanity breaking mind control to make her think she and the Bat are true loves. A sharp “SELINA!” in his angriest Bat voice ended her charade. Adding to his stress was the security cameras from the clock tower feeding him images of Barbara spanking and screwing Dick and Raven like they were staring in S&M porn.
“OK, these are their medications, twice daily by mouth and you are going to need these,” the SHIELD doctor handed Batman the boxes of medicine and then a giant box of condoms and a five-gallon jug of sexual lube.
*
Doctor Victor Fries was holed up in his lab. The climate control kept him and his sleeping wife in constant sub-zero conditions. While the Cyro-Stasis systems kept his wife Nora’s illness from destroying more of her body, the cold kept Victor’s mutated body from destroying its self by overheating. In the shadows a small army of cherubs in snow suits were hard at work. They had set up a set of pumps and heater and were putting love and well wishes into a vat that was melting them down and sending them into IV’s that they had stuck in Victor and Nora. Victor was splitting his attention between the scanner doing a MRI of Nora’s internal organs and the readouts of the circuit tests on his cold suit. Suddenly a cold shiver went down his spine. He stopped, and found his nose started to itch.
“A-choo!” he sneezed.
Victor raised his hand to grab a rag to blow his nose only to see goosebumps on the back of his hand. A beeping cought his attention. The Wayne Medical Real-time MRI system had been programed to notify him of a change of more than point five percent from one scan to another and now it was going crazy. Panic, fear, terror gripped his heart as he forgot about the circuit test and focused on the MRI scans. To his amazement, he was watching Nora’s organs repair themselves right then and there. He was rocked back to reality as the climate control sensors notified him that the room was getting to warm for his altered body, but for some reason it still felt chilly. Victor checked her vitals and saw that they were coming back up too.