Cyborg was left standing in the kitchen archway as Batman
walked away. As the family looked around
at each other Cyborg was left standing there.
It was Johnny that broke the silence.
“You helped prove I didn’t do right?” Johnny said as he
walked towards the teenager.
“Yeah sort of,” Cyborg said.
Cyborg was hesitant to claim credit since while his work
had helped clear Johnny’s name it case doubt on the rest of the family.
“I want to thank you,” Johnny smiled, “I suppose you will
head home now.”
“Actually I was thinking of hanging out here in the city
for a few days,” Cyborg said, “I have been bouncing back and forth between The
Titans and the Watchtower for a while, so I figured I would get a hotel room
and explore the city for a few days. You know until the next disaster hits and
I need to hook back up with my team.”
“I am sure I could use your help looking at our systems,”
Reed said, “If you don’t mind.”
“How about he use the spare room?” Johnny asked.
“Ok,” Sue said.
“I’ll try not to be a bother.”
*
Lois walked into the apartment and tossed her heels into
a closet. Clark was sitting at a table
looking over a document on his laptop.
Lois walked over to her husband.
“As much as I love you and your cousin,” Lois said, “She
needs to grow the fuck up so she can handle her twin on her own and stop
begging me to be a chaperone! Three days
in a row being dragged off to supervise her shopping with her porn star alter
ego!”
“If you don’t want to go hang out with Kara and Karen,”
Clark said, “You don’t have. Where did
they drag you to this time?”
“Where else? Shopping…” Lois dropped a bag on the table,
“Although at this time we went and I had to make sure the suits were ‘professional.’
And then went to get more rubber lingerie for Karen to wear under her suits.”
“I think I might understand her reasoning for it,” Clark
said, “Besides I am sure she will give you an exclusive once she has set up
shop.”
“What is that
supposed to mean?” Lois asked, “And what are you working on?”
“Well I talked with Karen and she made some good points…”
“Like?” Lois interrupted.
“You know How I searched the archives my dad sent to
earth with me? Looking for things like the cure for cancer and what not? Well
she has done it,” Clark said leaning back, “And what’s more, she made her
living taking helpful things and bringing them to people like Sony, Apple,
General Dynamics so they can put them on the market. Well I am going over her promotional material
to get her started.”
“So she is going to sell Kryptonian tech to Earth
companies… Like that go wrong,” Lois rolled her eyes, “Why the rubber?”
To prove the point she pulled out the latex top that
Karen had gotten her out of the bag.
“Yeah,” Clark took a deep breath, “Did you notice
anything particular about Karen’s super suit?”
“Ah, Cleave hole?” Lois sniped, “Jimmy drools looking at
it.”
“Well,” Clark sighed, “You would be forgiven for thinking
it’s rubber, but it is the Kryptonian equivalent of Kevlar ballistic protective
material.”
“Bullet proofing perverts?” Lois mused looking for a
sarcastic joke.
*
Black Canary has a slightly glazed look in her eyes as
she drank her coffee in the Watchtower dinning room, across from her J’Onn was
in his natural Martian form. To the
outside observer, they were talking about relaxation self-hypnosis. But in the quite privacy of the pair alone in
dinning room, J’Onn was sharing the pleasure of slavery to the Kryptonian
Goddess with the blonde bombshell.
“You know,” Black Canary smiled, “I should try this on my
own. Maybe you and Megan should teach
Ollie this technique too. He is far too
stressed out.”
In their minds the visions of a threesome with Mistress
Karen played out in their mind’s eyes.
*
“Hay Tony,” Clint Barton aka Hawkeye called as he jogged
down the hall, “Can we talk for a minute?”
“Yeah, sure,” Tony said as he looked up from the tablet
in his hand.
“What’s up between you and Pepper,” Clint asked, “Having
a fight in front of everyone isn’t like you two. It’s been getting noticeably worse in the
week since the Night of the Long Knives.”
“Well you know,” Tony said, “She hid in the safe room
with Happy and I was left hanging…”
Clint started to chuckle.
Tony silenced him with a death glare.
“Since then, it’s like she has a spell on Happy and they
are spending a lot of time together,” Tony said, “And she just seems angry at
me for whatever reason.”
“People were out to kill her,” Clint said, “She isn’t use
to that.”
“I know,” Tony said, “Maybe I should make her some armor
or something.”
*
It had been a week since Barbara had been mind-fucked by
Hatter and Bruce was still not letting her out in the field. Each time Dick had seen her, almost daily,
she seemed normal to him… And of course Bruce wouldn’t say anything when asked
about it. So Dick was going to make a
point about asking Barbara about it this afternoon.
“Knock, knock, pretty bat!” Dick called as he entered the
clock tower from the hidden elevator from the auxiliary batcave subbasement.
“Hay you,” Barbara’s voice was cautious, like she wasn’t
expecting him just right now, but not unpleasant, “You are here earlier than
normal.”
As Dick walked in, Barbara was ducking behind the door of
a wardrobe.
“I wanted to see how my favorite Batgirl was doing,” Dick
said, “You must be losing your mind not being allowed back out in the field.”
“More than you know,” Barbara’s voice called.
Dick saw the desk, next to the multimillion dollar
mainframe terminal was a cheap laptop and a personal Cellphone to WiFi
connection. The laptop was closed but
clearly still running, so it must have just been slapped shut right as the
elevator came up. Barbara came over
wearing an oversized sweater and sweet pants.
“So what’s up?” Dick asked.
“I was expecting you to swing by later,” Barbara smiled
and went to kiss Dick.
“I think a week of being grounded by the boss bat would
be driving you crazy Babs,” Dick said.
“It is,” Barbara confessed.
“So what’s the deal,” Dick asked, “Why would Bruce
question letting you back out in the field?”
Barbara stepped away from him and sat at her terminal.
“Because I am compromised,” She looked down, “The episode
with the Hatter had an effect on me.”
Dick knelt next to her and went to hug her.
“Dick,” Barbara smiled, “Just have a seat and let me talk
for a minute ok?”
“Sure Babs,” Dick went and sat on the couch.
“Ok,” Barbara took a deep breath, “So you know me before Jarvis
decided to get into porn, and you got the briefing on that mess. Well in the aftermath I was trying to process
what happened to me, and I was kind of glad that Jarvis made me wear latex… Of
course I questioned if that was a post hypnotic suggestion. In order to try and get some sort of check I
went and looked up other behaviors and indicators that latex fetishists report…
That was good news bad news…”
“How so?” Dick arched an eyebrow.
“Well good news was I checked most of the boxes reported
by people who are self-identified fetishists on their path to accepting latex,”
Barbara sighed, “Bad news is that it means I am a pervert. I saw a lot of my experiences in the ‘coming
out’ stories being shared by people who grew up in conservative households…”
Dick made a face.
“Yeah minus the cape, cowl and fights with supervillains in
the middle of the night.”
Dick snapped and pointed at Barbara.
“It is so confusing for me,” Barbara breathed, “and of
course you know who is using every search I do as evidence that I have been
compromised… This is so frustrating.”
Dick raised his hand in the air like an eager school
child.
“What?” Barbara asked.
“Does this mean we can try out the Catgirl and Nightwing
erotic fantasy?” Dick asked.
Barbara tossed a stress ball from her terminal at him.
“Of course this all could be a post hypnotic gas lighting
and that is what is frustrating about it,” Barbara said, “Well that and it
means Bruce is right for keeping me penned up.”
“So if you haven’t been using goons as punching bags,”
Dick examining the heart shapped stress ball, “How have you been handling the
stress?”
“Your nightly visits have helped,” Barbara had a
seductive grin, “And I have been doing some shopping.”
“What kind of shoooo….” Dick was cut off by Barbara
pulling off her sweater.
Under it Barbara was wearing a black form fitting halter
top.
“I was hoping we could get a weekend off so we could skip
town and you could help me with some self-examination tests I read about…”
*
Cyborg walked into the kitchen as Sue was putting away
things from her shopping trip.
“I want to thank you for your hospitality,” Cyborg
smiled.
“It’s the least we can do for your help in trying to
clean up this mess,” Sue said.
She pulled out a glass bottle of soda and her eyes glazed
over for a half second.
“Oh, have you had this before?” Sue said completely
naturally as she handed Cyborg the purple soda, “I heard you say it enough
times when you were working on the Herbies.”
“Booyah soda?” Cyborg smiled, “No, lets see how it is.”
Cyborg used his robotic hand to pull off the cap and
cracked the glass. As he went to drink
the glass cut his lip allowing the soda to get into his blood stream directly…
“Booyah!” Cyborg said.
“Oh, you cut your lip,” Sue said grabbing a paper towel.
Cyborg checked and smiled.
“I am fine,” He said, “I did want to let you know I will
be heading home tomorrow, so thank you again.”
*
A message came in, “the bot is infected with the soda.”
“Dad is going to be happy about that,” the woman looked
at it before looking at another messenger, “What about Hill’s contractor
troubles?”