Chapter 6 - Action Before Action!
Supergirl closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of the warm sun on her naked body. Prometheus and Batgirl had gone out for the day, leaving the house to her, and she was taking advantage of the situation by sunbathing naked by the pool. The last 3 days had been amazing - her body still tingled from the orgasms, and even if she did have to share him with Batgirl, he was worth sharing! In fact last night..
Prometheus came back from his study late - some planning to be done for the next day, he'd said, and she had heard him go towards Batgirl's room. Damn, she thought. Guess I'm alone for the next few hours.. She wondered if she was addicted to him, for the felt the lack of his cum inside her more and more as hours without him wore on. But tonight she needn't have worried. She opened her eyes, startled as she heard the bedroom door open and a shaft of light from the passage outside, snaking across the room, over the bed and into her face. She saw two silhouettes enter the room and make their way over to her bed.
"Wha?" she asked, confused as her eyes adjusted to the light once again and then she recognized Batgirl, or Cass as both she and Prometheus had started calling her (Prometheus also called her Linda from time to time, and she got a secret thrill every time she heard him call her by her real name). She felt Batgirl climb on her bed. "Are you going to take us both on, Prometheus?" she asked with a smile on her face.
"No," came his reply. "You're going to take each other on, for my pleasure.." Supergirl felt a thrill run down her spine. Anything for HIS pleasure was a pleasure for her. "..the winner is the one who makes the other cum the most, and she will get a very special prize."
Supergirl was shocked as suddenly Batgirl pulled her head towards hers and gave a deeply passionate kiss. Their arms locked around each other as each struggled to touch, to hold the other closer and increase the other's sensation... to make her cum. Batgirl's lips left Supergirl's mouth and started to trail down her neck, leaving a cool saliva trail on her skin which excited as it evaporated.
Supergirl fought back, her one hand, sliding down Batgirl's back, over her backside to her upper thigh. With a pull she opened Cass's legs wide and moved her hand quickly to her sex. Batgirl meanwhile had her mouth over Supergirl's nipple, gently stroking it with her tongue, raising it and it's twin higher. Batgirl moved her hand around to the free nipple and gave it a teasing nip - the shock sent shivers down Supergirl's spine as her hand found Batgirl's moist sex. Quickly she drove 2 fingers into Cass's pussy, with a third sliding up her slit to rub over her clit.
She heard Batgirl gasp and then bite down on her sensitive nipple hard. Supergirl wanted to cry in pain but the sound came from her lips sounding like a sexually charged "Ooooh!". Her fingers momentarily stopped their dance around Batgirl's cunt and Batgirl took advantage of the situation to quickly move her free hand down to Linda's pussy and began long, sensual strokes over her clit and into her hole.
Off balance for a second Linda struggled to retake the ascendancy. She quickly started her fingers moving again over Batgirl's wet hole, and knew she was gaining the upper "hand" when she felt Batgirl's strokes becoming slightly more erratic. Problem was that she was only holding back her own orgasm by force of will and knew that she had to take decisive action soon.
She span over so that now she lay on top of Batgirl and savoured, for split second the change in sensations as Cass's stroke and movements changed slightly. Then without allowing herself to dwell on them she span around quickly and buried her mouth over Batgirl's engorged sex. She tasted Batgirl's honey as her tongue probed her clit and her fingers slid easily into and out of her love canal.
Batgirl meanwhile wasn't falling asleep. The quick change in positions momentarily confused her pre-orgasmic mind but she quickly caught on, vigorously attacking Supergirl's sex with her tongue while she pushed three fingers into Linda's hole. She almost came herself from the sensation and taste of Supergirl's love juices flowing into her mouth freely, but held on.
Prometheus meanwhile was thoroughly enjoying this sight. His two captives were engaging in actions so erotic for his pleasure. He felt himself stroking his hard cock almost absentmindedly. He had forbidden Batgirl from using her "sensory isolation" trick in this contest to ensure a fair "fight" and was surprised that Supergirl had appeared to have the upper hand thus far.. Personally he was starting to hope that one of them would lose so he could join in. He hadn't been this excited since.. Well, since ever!
Supergirl was going to lose soon, she knew. As much as she wanted to win she was rapidly getting to the point of wanting to lose just so she should cum. But she wondered if Batgirl felt the same. Her legs were wider apart now and she had raised her hips a little to allow Supergirl easier access to her pussy. Supergirl too, though was pressing her crack closer and closer to Batgirl's face, allowing her easier access with her tongue and fingers. Something was needed to break this.
Suddenly Linda bit hard on Cass's clit while still vibrating her fingers faster and faster out of her cunt. The effect was instantaneous. Cass opened her mouth in a silent scream and Linda felt her every muscle suddenly contract as her walls closed tightly over her fingers and her cunt squirted juices straight into her mouth.
With a gasp Linda realized she had won and in that instant came herself. Her cunt pressed down on Cass's open mouth and filled it with fluid as her whole body seemed get charged with thousands of volts of electricity. Her head collapsed down, her mouth directly over Batgirl's cunt and she lapped contentedly at her juices. Her hands gently roamed up and down Cass's legs and she felt Cass do the same to her as they both recovered from that most intense orgasm.
Then she felt the bedsprings sag around her and she heard Prometheus say "And now for your reward.". He was kneeling behind her.. Quickly he thrust his cock deep inside her cunt. She gasped and almost came there and then again. she held back - she knew now how much he enjoyed the kind of orgasm which makes you lose consciousness, and tried to hold them back now until she could absolutely take no more. Another 2 thrusts and then no more. what was he doing.
"Aaaargh" she cried out as he suddenly switched holes. She felt his large cock thrust deep inside her virgin backside and out again. Suddenly she was overwhelmed by the eroticism of the moment and came, squirting more juices into Batgirl's still eager mouth. She could do nothing but gasp with each thrust as she felt his cock bury itself deep inside her again and again. Meanwhile Batgirl was once more lashing her clitoris, stroking with her tongue and giving the occasional nibble with her teeth.
Supergirl tried to help them both. Sensing his rhythm she tried thrusting back slightly as he thrust forward, and her tongue descended once more to Batgirl's sex and tried to bring her to orgasm again. The problem was that Linda was cuming hard and fast now herself. Every few seconds she would gasp and/or scream into Batgirl's muff. But that seemed to excite Batgirl too, for she was also now cuming with increased frequency.
Finally Linda felt Prometheus's cock tense and then explode within her. his increased tempo now joined up with a more bestial ferocity and she saw stars appear in her vision as the sensation overwhelmed her. Her final act was to take her dripping finger out of Batgirl's cunt and thrust it deep into her backside, sending her too over the edge and into oblivion.
Prometheus had moved the two semi-comatose girls off each other after that and had laid them properly on the bed. He then lay down between them, and felt each of them move closer to him and put their arms over his chest. Shit if he wasn't the luckiest man in the world right now. still, tomorrow would be a big gamble
Linda gasped.. She was close so close to orgasm now just from the memory of last night. But she couldn't - her orgasms were for her man only, and she only ever wanted one when she was with him. One thing was for sure: he was going to be in big trouble when he got home!
She was shocked out of her reverie by the sudden loud impact of boots on the paving around her. She opened her eyes and saw 2 costumed women standing there - she instantly recognized them as Power Girl and the Huntress.
Chapter 7 - But Where Did Prometheus Go?
Prometheus drove the white nondescript van through the streets of Gotham, Batgirl sitting silently beside him. Neither of them were in their costumes, their aim being not to attract attention. The van pulled up to the flats and he climbed out, a large rucksack over his shoulder. Cass followed him into the flats and into the lift, where he pressed the button for the third floor. They exited the lift and walked quickly towards the flat where they knew their prey stayed. Prometheus pulled out a small device from his pocket and placed it against the door lock. With a click it electro magnetically opened the locks. He smiled and turned the door handle.
The flat was empty, but had been hastily evacuated recently, Prometheus saw. Schoolbooks lay partly marked on the desk and a few clothes lay discarded on the floor. From the neat appearance on the rest of the flat Prometheus deduced that Helena Bertinelli, aka the Huntress had left quickly, perhaps in response to some urgent call. He went to the wardrobe and inspected the back panel. He pushed it firmly and with a click it opened to reveal a secret compartment - God, they were so predictable, he thought. But the Huntress outfit which would normally hang there was gone. Never mind, he thought. He can always come back for this one later. Returning anything they had disturbed to normal they quickly exited the apartment and started back to the van, to their next target.
Meanwhile...
Oracle had made a breakthrough. The supercomputer had turned up the inconsistencies in the tape. Whoever had altered it was clearly a technology expert: the images were expertly crafted and had written over the real images, not merely superimposed themselves over the old image. Finding out what really happened would be impossible to discover. Still, she knew the bar was a lead and had communicated this to Batman, who was even now on his way to investigate further.
But another lead had turned up. A witness, unreliable though he was (a vagrant who slept in an alley across the road) had identified a white van leaving the premises that night. She had searched road camera images from the time Batman had left Supergirl until dawn and had a trace on three vans moving around that night. One had been discounted - it had a satellite tracer on board and was a van for a legitimate courier company, she had found out. That left two to trace. She had tracked images as they both left Gotham in the early hours of the morning, and followed highway camera images until both no longer appeared. She had sent two sets of operatives to search areas in which the vans had disappeared and to check out any properties in the areas for anything unusual. Black Canary and Catwoman were checking out the second van, and Huntress (God how she had hated making that call!) and Power Girl were checking out the other area. Now she had to wait.
This lead was so obscure that she hadn't even reported it to Batman yet.. Maybe when he was finished at the Bar, she thought. Barbara was shocked out of her thoughts by the sound of the door opening. She quickly swung around in her wheelchair to see Cassandra running towards her, a big smile on her face.
"Cass?" she asked, incredulous as she wheeled towards her, arms open to give the young woman a big hug and pulled her down towards her. Batgirl met her embrace, almost pulling her out of her chair as Barbara felt tears of relief well up from her eyes.
"Thank God you're OK," she sobbed. "We were so worried.." But her words ended there as Cass pinched a nerve on the back of Barbara's neck, sending her immediately into unconsciousness.
Prometheus strolled into the apartment, whistling tunelessly. "Gods, this is too easy!" he thought to himself. He rewarded Batgirl with a deep kiss as he walked past her and told her to get Oracle cuffed and ready to take down to the van. Then he turned to the vast bank of computers.
"Well, this is interesting. Looks like she's upgraded her hardware since we last met." He thought, then quickly took a black box out of his bag and plugged it into the main computer. He had set up a computer set back at his base with the best equipment he could find, and was pleased to note that some of his hardware was of newer issue than the stuff here.. He smiled as he realized even he was a techno-geek at heart, always glad to have the best equipment. The black box hummed to life and started transmitting every scrap of code from Oracle's computers to his own back at the base.
For several minutes the upload continued, and he took advantage of the delay to check out some of the displays around the room. One particularly interested him - it was a relief map of the hundred miles around Gotham, and showed icons labeled with 4 super heroines moving around. The icons labeled Black Canary and Catwoman didn't particularly interest him - they were far away from his base. The other two however were a problem - Power Girl and Huntress (so that's where she'd gone!) were even now approaching his base. Well, he was sure that Supergirl could handle them, he thought, but maybe he'd better hive her a hand.
With practiced skill he hacked into their communications frequencies and as he saw them walking towards his house he sent a high frequency blast of loud noise down the lines.. That should give Linda all the help she needs, he thought.
He turned back to Batgirl and saw she had finished - the Oracle was in a large sack ready for transportation now. A beep from his black box told him the download was complete - all was now ready. He pulled a disk out of his pocket and downloaded the file onto the computer system. This virus would destroy all data on this system and on any to which the computer was linked, which he suspected would include the Bat's computer. He then pulled out another box from the rucksack and placed it beside the computer. He set the timer to 15 minutes and hurried out, carrying his now much lighter rucksack with Batgirl trailing behind with the still unconscious Barbara Gordon over her shoulder.
Quickly they got back to the van, loading Oracle into the back and climbing into the front. He gave Cass a deep kiss in thanks for her help and started the motor, heading back out of the city and back to home.
A few minutes later an electromagnetic pulse ripped through the apartment, frying the electrics and computers there and of the surrounding blocks.
Chapter 8 - Back at the Base..
Power Girl was not enjoying this assignment. True, she and Supergirl had met before and could loosely be called friends, but doing cursory checks on property was not an interesting or fun way of spending her day. And now they had jumped into an obviously innocent back garden, disturbing a nude sunbather. She raised her hands in apology as the naked brunette stood up in shock.
"Sorry, Ma'am. We're just checking out a lead on a crime committed in the area. We'll be out of your hair.." Her words were interrupted by a sudden high frequency blast through her earpiece - her communications link to Oracle. She was vaguely aware of Huntress collapsing to the ground beside her as she put her hands to her ears in pain, closing her eyes and going down on one knee.
"Wha..?" She started to ask as she opened her eyes again in time to see a fist flying towards her face. The blow hit her square on the jaw, lifting her off the ground and sending her sprawling ten metres away on the neatly manicured lawn, cutting a large divot through the grass.
She lay there sprawled, consciousness threatening to leave her when a few seconds later she saw the brunette again. Through the stars in her eyes she saw the fist again flying towards her face and could do nothing as it hit her square on the cheek and consciousness left her.
Linda smiled. Well, that was easy. She picked Power Girl up and slung her over her shoulder and walked back to the Huntress. She was starting to stir after the ear-blast, but a light tap from Linda sent her back into dreamland. Supergirl carried the two of them back into the house and down to the white basement, where she quickly strapped them into the tables. Prometheus is going to be so happy with me when he returns, she thought, excited by the possible reward.
Then she walked back up to her bedroom and donned her Supergirl outfit and wig.. She was feeling a little Super at the moment, she had to admit, and wouldn't mid wearing the outfit which she hadn't worn for days now.
20 minutes later she heard the van return. Excited she ran outside to greet Prometheus and Cass. "Honey!" she squealed as she ran up to give her man a big hug. "Guess who I caught!"
Prometheus pulled out of her embrace and gave mock thought to the question. "How about.. Power Girl and Huntress" he asked straight faced.
Supergirl looked disappointed. "How did you know?"
"Well, we did a little fishing ourselves and our fish told us all about your fish! She even helped us to distract them so you could catch them more easily." Supergirl was disappointed to hear this.
"Ah, when they both held their ears!" she realized. "I could have taken them anyway, though."
"Sure you could have, sweetie, but I didn't want them to put any bruises on that pretty face of yours!"
Supergirl pulled him down into another deep kiss. "Thanks for caring." She said, and looked towards the package which Batgirl had pulled out of the back of the van. "Who is it?"
Cass pulled back the top of the sack to reveal Oracle, slowly coming to from the powerful nerve-grip Batgirl had given her.
"Welcome back to the land of the living, Barbara Gordon." Prometheus said as she opened her eyes.
"Prometheus!" exclaimed Oracle. "What have you done to Cass? How did you escape your last imprisonment?"
"Answers will come, dear." He smiled as he picked her up and carried her over his shoulder into the house and down into the basement. Supergirl and Batgirl followed, holding hands in relief at seeing each other safe again and in happiness at seeing their love so happy. "Cass," said Prometheus. "Get dressed up like Supergirl, please. This is a special occasion and I think we should all look our best."
Batgirl smiled and ran back to her room to find her Bat-costume.
Linda meanwhile followed Prometheus and his captive down to the basement, where he inspected his other new captives.
"Hmmm, I have a problem - only two beds and three captives.. Ah well, Oracle can wait and I can tell her all about my scheme!" Barbara reacted with a grunt as she was seated roughly in a small chair, her still cuffed hands fell behind the back-rest of the chair.
Power Girl and Huntress were regaining consciousness, suddenly becoming aware of their predicament. Huntress recognized Prometheus immediately. "You!" she exclaimed. "I should have killed you when I had the chance!"
"Ahhh, could have, should have, didn't. Tough luck, kiddo. Supergirl, would you please tell these young ladies how they were captured." Supergirl smiled as she moved within eyeshot of both of the tabled ladies and removed her wig.
"The nude sunbather!" Power Girl exclaimed. She strained against her bonds again but knew it was useless.. They were obviously built with people of her strength levels in mind.
"Ahhh, Power Girl." Smiled Prometheus. "Back to the classic old white costume again, I see. I always thought that one suited you best. showed off your body to maximum effect.." He trailed his hand up her leg to her crotch, where he rubbed the outer fabric slightly.
"If you think I'm going to get turned on by.." Power Girl started but was interrupted by Oracle's question.
"So Mr Genius, tell us. How did you escape from your last failure?"
"You mean Batman's sneaky attack on my computer system. Well, like all good computer users I had a backup. 20 minutes before I was due to get picked up to be shipped to the Slab they kicked in and gave me back my psyche, my motor functions. Those poor saps on the helicopter didn't stand a chance. I killed them all and then laid low for a while. Made some money from some of my less useful computer innovations and ran a bar to keep me amused."
"And this place?" asked Barbara, hoping to keep the villain talking in the slim hope that maybe help was on the way.
"I needed this place in a hurry, unfortunately. When these two ladies-" he indicated Supergirl and the newly returned and costumed Batgirl. "- came visiting I knew it was a sign to move. I had most of the equipment ready and warehoused, but the individual who owned this wanted a particularly high price and I was in no position to haggle. But it really is perfect, and I think it's worth the price.
"Now, Oracle, let's see how you found my happy little house.. Oh, yes, before I forget. Supergirl, get me a map of the area will you - it should be on the dining room table."
In a flash she was gone and in an instant was back, handing him the map. He opened the chart and indicated an area. "I need you and Batgirl to go to this area here and catch Black Canary and Catwoman - they'll probably be on Canary's bike so look for 2 costumed chicks roaring around the area. shouldn't take you took long and then straight back here, please."
Supergirl reached up and kissed him warmly; Batgirl did the same. "We'll be right back." Linda said as they turned to go. Once outside she picked Batgirl up and leapt up and away.
Prometheus turned back to Power Girl. "You first, I think." He said and tried to put the helmet on her head. "No!" she cried, shaking her head from side to side.
Prometheus sighed. "You know, there's an easy way and a hard way." He pressed a button on the wall and thousands of volts coursed through Power Girl's body. She screamed in pain and thrashed against her bonds until the electricity was cut off and her whole body relaxed again, slumping back to the table. This time she offered no resistance as the helmet slid over her head and immediately began reading her mind. Once complete Prometheus took it off her and placed it on his head. He nodded as her knowledge became his.
"You know, for a super heroine you've really had a good fucking over, Karen. You've had your believed origin refuted and replaced, you've lost most of your powers and you've had a baby by mystic insemination. If I were you I'd have become a villain a long time ago!"
"Guess I'm just a better person than you!" Power Girl refuted.
"Better, stupider, potato pot-ah-to. Makes no difference to me." He said, smiling as he entered her disk into the re-writer and typed a few special commands into the keyboard.
He placed a new blank disc in the helmet and walked over to the Huntress, placing the helmet on her head. Helena tensed as her head tingled with the sensation of her thoughts being extracted and written to disc. The helmet was removed and Huntress looked up to see Prometheus placing the helmet on his head.
"You know, you look like a complete dork with that helmet on." She said, hoping for one small victory.
"Maybe, but if Power Girl isn't a villain I certainly don't know what your excuse is. Born into a Greek tragedy, spurned by the rest of your so-called community and treated with mild contempt by those you choose to battle. You could have been far more of a success had you changed sides." He moved back to the computer console and his new, improved Power Girl disc ejected itself, its rewriting complete.
"Your new boss has asked for a few special additions to your reprogramming, I'm afraid. you're in for some changes, Helena."
A noise from the other side of the room suddenly drew Prometheus's attention. He swung back to the chair on which the Oracle had been seated to see it empty. He swung around to see her pulling herself up a counter, towards the buttons, which controlled his beds.
"No you don't," he said striding towards her and pulling her away, still several feet away from the console. "I think you need to learn who's boss around here." He smiled as he twisted her arm around her back and held her other arm over the counter top above her head. He gripped her hand hard until she cried out in pain, struggling against his grip futilely then he pulled her back and threw her onto the floor.
She grunted as she landed and tried to spin herself over to face him but felt his knee quickly thrust into the small of her back. She tried to reach behind herself to grab him with her hands but he avoided her flailing attempts at resistance and pulled down her pants over her useless legs. Quickly she was naked from the waist down, but still she tried to resist, giving up trying to grab him and instead trying to scratch him with her fingernails. He merely laughed, grabbing her hands and dragging her over to the beds. He hoisted her up on top of Power Girl and, still gripping her hands with one hand, he pulled down his pants with the other.
"No!" cried Oracle as his intentions became clear. She felt his cock-head press hard against her sex and then. "Uuuuh" she gasped as he entered her. She hadn't had sex in the years since her accident and felt like a virgin again as his large cock moved quickly inside her. She tried to keep her face impassive as he thrust deeper and deeper, his thrusts made easier by the juices her body was telling her to release, to ease the pain, and his pleasure grew as he began to slide in and out of her with greater ease. Barbara tried to resist but her attempts to claw at him were easily parried and answered with a quick slap to her face. Finally Oracle felt him start to tense and gasped as his pace picked up. Finally she felt his cockhead explode inside her, and he withdrew.
She looked up. "Happy now?" she asked.
He turned around to look at her while pulling up his pants. "Happier." He smiled and she looked away, repulsed by his leer.
Power Girl was apologetic. "I'm sorry, Oracle. There was nothing I could do."
"It's all right," Barbara said, trying to smile as she said it. "What doesn't kill us makes us stronger." She continued. And she tried to sound sincere. She looked up again in time to see the helmet descend on her own head, and could do nothing as it was pushed roughly into place and her secrets were laid bare.
"Now," continued Prometheus. "I'm expecting more guests so we'll have to hurry the next step thanks to your little interruption. He now knew most of the secret identities in the World and a plan for the future was formulating.
He quickly inserted Oracle's disk into the computer and placed Power Girls re-written disk into the helmet. He placed the helmet back on Karen's head and smiled as she cried out in pain then collapsed, unconscious. He returned to the console with the helmet, changing disks for Helena's and moved over, putting it on her head. She too cried out in pain as she felt her brain scramble and her thoughts get rewritten before she lapsed into unconsciousness.
Finally he took the last disk out of the computer and placed it in the helmet. Barbara was watching him intently as he returned to her. Suddenly she swung herself over in an attempt to punch the helmet out of his hands, but he easily avoided her attempt and delivered a stinging backhand to her face in response before shoving the helmet in place. She too cried out in pain before falling into painful slumber.
Prometheus picked up the Oracle and moved her to a room which he had converted into a surgery. He laid her down on the operating table and then returned to the basement. The Huntress was taken to a garage, and put down on the floor there: her only cushioning a pillow for her head, and Power Girl was carried to a less ornate bedroom at the end of the wing with its own door to the garden.
Prometheus returned to the main house as Supergirl landed, carrying two unconscious crime fighters in her arms and Batgirl hanging on around her neck.
"Sorry we were a little longer than expected," she said, "but the journey back took a little longer with all this baggage!" and she gave Batgirl's bum a quick pat to ensure that she realized that she wasn't included in the term "baggage".
"No problem." Said Prometheus. "I've just finished cleaning up here. Perhaps you'd like to make our guests comfortable while I finish my work with the Oracle."
"Sure." Came Supergirl's answer and she gave him a quick kiss, followed quickly by one from Batgirl as they walked towards the basement.
Prometheus watched them go, then returned to the house and made a quick phone-call. Then he returned to the surgery and inserted a disk in his helmet - the knowledge of one of the world's most eminent neurosurgeons. Then he got to work.
Three hours later he had finished.. He dressed Oracles wounds and placed her in one of the lavish bedrooms in the wing shared by Supergirl and Batgirl. He checked on his two slaves who were both sleeping soundly in each other's arms, still in costume and obviously exhausted from the day's excitement. Then he heard the gate buzzer and let in his new arrival - a large limousine.
He waited by the garage as it pulled up, and the back door opened. "Welcome, Joker, I've been expecting you." He said and grimaced as he realized that he sounded just like a cheesy super-villain.
"Ah, Prometheus old buddy. Great to see you, too. How are you enjoying the place?"
"Very nice indeed, and well worth the price."
"Of course. And talking of price, have you got my payment?"
"Right here, programmed as you wanted. Although why you wanted that I don't know." Said Prometheus. He wasn't enjoying this conversation - the Joker was a truly creepy character.
"Simple, Promy" came the reply. "She denied me babies and my chance to keep Gotham as the chaotic quagmire it was after the quake. Now she will strive to have my babies, and to ensure that I don't see any others but ours. Sounds like an eye for an eye to me."
"Indeed." Said Prometheus, opening the garage to reveal the still unconscious Huntress.
"And the second part of the payment?" asked the Joker, as his driver picked Helena up and carried her over to the limo.
"Bruce Wayne." Was the answer from Prometheus.
"Excellent," Laughed the Joker. "You know, I don't want to expose him, that would be too easy and a Joker has to have a Batman. But now it'll be so much easier to undermine him and push him that one step closer to defeat.. But tell me, oh master of all knowledge, did I kill his brat?"
The Joker was back at his car now and about to climb in. "Yep, his second Robin." Answered Prometheus.
The Joker's response was merely an insane laugh as he closed the door and the limo pulled off.
Epilogue to Part 3
Helena struggled back to consciousness and smiled as she saw Joker lying beside her, watching her intently. She smiled and raised her leg over his body and quickly straddled him.
"Oh, Joker. It feels like forever since you've been in me." She said as she eased his cock into her pussy. "Oh, God yes!" she gasped. "I want your babies." She screamed as she fucked him senseless. Quickly the Joker let out a blood curdling laugh as he felt himself cum hard inside her and her own orgasm which clamped down on his dick hard and caused her to rake her fingernails over his chest,
"OK, sweetie, that's it for now." smiled the Joker, wincing at the pain on his chest.
"Uh uh, sweetie." Smiled the Huntress. "That's just the beginning." And she continued to hump up and down on his lap until his sensitivity decreased and he grew harder in her again.
"Yes!" she gasped as she came again and yet carried on her maniacal thrusting, her fingernails now cutting into his back.
The Joker cried out in pain as she bit down hard on his neck, drawing blood as she came again, savouring the feeling of his cock inside her and her own reaction to it. The Joker tried to fight her off him, to flail at her and claw her where he could, but she dodged his blows and savoured his scratches. "So you like it rough, do you?" she asked reaching down and biting his lip hard.
The Joker cried in pain but could not stop himself from cuming once more inside her. "YES!!!" was her excited response and she continued her humping as orgasm after orgasm washed over her. The Joker tried again to shake her off but she had him pinned and her expert thrusting soon had him hard again. "That's better" she smiled as she continued and felt herself cum again. On she continued, drawing the Joker close to another orgasm as she hugged him around the neck and held his face tight between her breasts. She felt him struggle more and picked up the pace of her sex, savouring the feeling of his mouth between her breasts. She felt his cockhead tense up and explode within her just as her own orgasm, the most powerful one yet, exploded within her. Her body tensed and she quickly pulled the Joker even tighter into her busom, her grip accidentally breaking his neck.
Unaware she dismounted him and smiled as he sank back into the bed, a hideous grin still on his face and his eyes open wide in shock. "Did you enjoy that, honey?" She asked.
When he didn't answer she prodded him in the ribs. "Honey?"
She felt his pulse - there was none. Cold shock set in then a sub-routine in her programming kicked in and she knew what she had to do.
"I carry the child of the Joker inside me." She said with certainty. "Until he can take on his father's empire, I am the Joker."
She sat down at the dressing table and adorned her face with white makeup until her complexion matched his. Seeing that this was good, she let her head fall back, raising her eyes to the ceiling, and let out a blood curdling laugh.
Chapter 9 continues in Part 4!