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Young Justice
He looked down at the street from a nearby building. Down in the street five men were loading boxes onto a large truck. Nearby a man stood next to a police car. The boxes contained stolen electronics. The police car contained dirty cops. The man standing next to the cruiser passed a large wad of cash through the open window. He laughed at something the cops said.
The man on the building sneered down at them. This city was filled with corruption. It was worse than its sister city, Gotham. It was much like Gotham was before the arrival of the Batman. He hoped to make as big of a difference here in Blüdhaven that his mentor had made in Gotham. His name was Dick Grayson and he had been in the costumed vigilante business since he was ten. He used to go by the name Robin before he got tired of living in the shadow of his mentor. Now he was Nightwing.
Down below, the cop car had driven off and the man continued to load the stolen goods onto their truck. Nightwing leapt from the building he was on. He fired his grapple gun and secured a swing line as the ground sped up at him. The line pulled him across the street in an arc, with one of the men standing right in front of him. The former boy wonder hit the man in the gut with both feet. The man flew head over heels backward, his breath knocked from him. Nightwing landed in a crouch. The men who were loading up the truck were completely stunned. He took advantage of that time to close with another of them. A solid one-two punch and the guy fell to the ground, leaving three of them. Two of them charged him, as the other went for a gun. Nightwing threw one of his modified batarangs at the guy going for his gun, before the two men were on him. The men were large, but slow and he had no problems dodging their clumsy swings. His batarang clipped the gunman’s head, knocking him unconscious.
Nightwing ducked one of the thug’s fists and answered with his knee in the man’s stomach. He immediately snapped his leg back and his foot connected with the other goon’s face. The second guy fell stunned, as Dick finished the first one with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head. As the five men lay on the street moaning and groaning in pain, Nightwing tied them up and placed an anonymous call to one of the few honest cops that he knew. They would soon be by to pick these thugs up. He decided to call it a night and headed back to his apartment. When he got there, he discovered that he had a message waiting for him on his machine. "There’s a first time for everything," he thought as he pressed play.
"Dick? It’s me, Tim. I need your help. If you’re there pick up the phone." It was Tim Drake, Batman’s new Robin. Dick liked Tim; he was kind of like a younger brother. "Okay, well, I’m going to check a few things out, but give me a call, thanks."
Dick placed a call to Wayne Manor, but got no answer. He decided to get some sleep and try again in the morning.
Beneath Wayne Manor, Bruce sat in front of his computer terminal. He had obtained the tapes from the television production from last night and was going through them for clues, one frame at a time. Currently on the screen, the Spoiler was coming out on the stage. Catwoman was engaged in combat with Zatana. Bruce continued to advance one frame at a time. He had never seen anything like the weapon she had used. She held it at the audience. There was a bright flash as she fired her weapon. Bruce felt a quick surge in his groin, when the weapon fired. He watched as Catwoman and Spoiler subdued Zatana. As the headed back stage, they moved into the shadows. Bruce could barely make out a fourth figure joining them. He couldn’t tell much from the person’s silhouette, but they appeared to be wearing a large top hat. Bruce pressed a few keys and the tape ran again from the beginning at regular speed. A few more keys and the mighty Cray’s were hard at work trying to match the voice on the intercom with all voice samples on record.
While Bruce let the machine’s work, he heard Alfred coming down the stairs. "Master Bruce, you have a phone call," Alfred said in his precise British Accent. "It’s Master Timothy’s father." Alfred gave Bruce the phone.
"Hello?" Bruce said, adopting his lighter, carefree voice.
"Bruce? This is Bob Drake."
"Hey, Bob! How’s it going?"
"I’m sorry to be such a bother. I was just wondering if you had seen Tim today."
"No, why? Is there something wrong?"
"He didn’t come home last night. Didn’t you two go to that charity magic show last night?"
"What? Oh, yeah, the magic show. Yeah. It was so late when we got back that Tim spent the night here and I had Alfred drive him into school this morning."
"Oh. I thought you said you hadn’t seen him?"
"Yeah, yeah. I didn’t see him this morning. I like to sleep in."
"Okay. Thanks, Bruce. If you see Tim, tell him I’ve been looking for him." Bruce could tell Bob was annoyed with him, but the lie was necessary to preserve his secret identity.
"All right, talk to you later." Bruce was smiling when he was talking to Bob, but when he hung up the smile disappeared completely. It was replaced by a thin line as his lips pressed together and all but disappeared. Concern for Tim filled his mind. He knew Tim had been preoccupied by his search for the Spoiler. She was involved with Zatana’s kidnapping the previous night, but he did not know why. He knew she had helped stop her father on numerous occasions and was generally on the side of good. She was a thrill seeker, but he couldn’t see her willingly working with Catwoman.
As he turned back to the computer, the answer was staring him in the face. On the screen was the image of a buck toothed man dressed in green, with a large green top hat. Above the image was the word "Match" in red letters. Below the image, in white, was his name, "Jervis Tetch."
"Hatter!" Bruce snarled.
Dick Grayson eased his motorcycle onto the highway. Blüdhaven loomed behind him, a dark stain of corruption on the landscape. The earpiece he wore inside his helmet beeped, indicating an incoming call.
"Yeah?" he said into the small microphone built into the helmet.
"Dick? I need you up here." It was Batman. Though Batman and Bruce Wayne were the same person, Dick could tell the difference in grammar and intonation. Bruce didn’t need Dick he needed Nightwing.
"I’m already on my way. What’s up?"
"It’s Tim. He’s missing."
"I’ll be there soon." Bruce hung up on him. Worry and guilt sat like a rock in Dick’s stomach. If he had been there to answer Tim’s call, Tim might not be missing. With Tim’s call fresh in his mind, Dick pushed up the speed on his motorcycle and made his way back to Gotham.
Helena walked into the lobby of the abandoned theater. The young woman known as The Spoiler was sitting on the stairs to the office and balcony. She had her purple costume on, but her mask was off so Helena could see her pretty face with her blonde hair. Stephanie sat on the stairs with a far away look in her eyes and her legs spread wide. Helena sat next to her. They were a study in contrasts. Stephanie had very fair skin, while Helena’s was darker, approaching olive in complexion. Helena’s hair was midnight black, while Steph’s was golden blonde.
"What are you doing?" Helena asked playfully.
"Just thinking about master," Steph answered.
"Does it make you wet?" Helena asked with a sly grin.
"Yeah," Stephanie admitted smiling back.
"It makes me wet, too," Helena confided, before pulling her into a kiss. She pulled Steph close and pressed their lips together. Her right hand came up to cup one of Steph’s tender young tits. Helena’s tongue darted out to lick across Steph’s lips. Stephanie moaned, then opened her mouth to let the Huntress’s tongue in. Helena felt Steph’s nipple harden under the Spoiler costume. She longed to feel the young hard breast respond under her tongue. He hands went to the bottom of Steph’s shirt and pulled it up. Stephanie had stopped wearing a bra since she joined company with The Mad Hatter and her pert young breasts were quickly on display for the older Italian woman.
Helena bent her head to Steph’s chest and took a nipple in her mouth. She teased it into hardness with her tongue and teeth, gently sucking on it, rubbing it with her tongue, and nibbling on it with her teeth. Above her, Stephanie moaned. She moved to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment. Steph spread her legs, completely aroused, and one of the Huntress’s hands went between them to rub Steph’s pussy through her tights.
Soon Stephanie was bucking her hips against the Huntress’s hand. Her young tits were shiny with Helena’s saliva and the crotch of her tights had a large wet stain on them. Stephanie squealed with pleasure as Helena bit down on one of her nipples. She couldn’t take the teasing anymore.
"Damn it! I need your tongue!" Spoiler yelled. "Eat me, damn it!" Huntress pulled away from her and Spoiler stood up. She turned around to face away from Huntress. Hitching her thumbs inside her tights, she bent at the waist and pulled her tights down. This presented her tight ass to Huntress, who leaned in and placed a kiss on Spoiler’s up turned ass. Spoiler removed her purple tights and threw them wadded up in a ball over at the concession area. She got down on her hands and knees and wiggled her ass at Huntress. Helena bent down behind her and climbed between Spoiler’s legs. She took a deep breath, enjoying the smell of Spoiler’s very aroused cunt. She leaned in close, her nose against the crack of Spoiler’s ass, and took a careful swipe at Spoiler’s pussy with her tongue. Spoiler pushed back against Huntress’s mouth, trying to increase the amount of contact. Huntress started to run her tongue up and down Spoiler’s netherlips spreading around her juices and covering them with spit.
Commissioner Gordon sat at his desk. It had been a long day. Everyone had questions about the previous night and he had no answers. The press conference was a farce. He didn’t know what caused several hundred respectable citizens, himself included, to strip down for a mass orgy in the middle of a kidnapping. The only clue he had was that Catwoman was involved in the snatch. He had officers on the lookout for her and several detectives digging into her recent activities.
He just hung up the phone after talking to Zatana’s agent for the third time that day. He told the agent there were no new developments and yes, they had a suspect, and they were currently looking for her. There was no warning, as usual. He just appeared out of the darkness. Jim’s heart beat a little faster in his chest, but that was the only sign of his surprise.
"Jervis Tetch," the Batman said in his deep voice.
"What?" Jim was completely taken off guard. He knew Catwoman was at the charity event. He saw Catwoman with a girl in purple fighting the magician. The girl had some sort of laser gun, which she fired at the crowd. That was about all he remembered; the rest was lost in a lust filled haze consisting of random images of tits, mouths, and cunts. However, he had no recollection of Jervis Tetch being on stage and as far as he knew, the man was still incarcerated at Arkham Asylum.
"The Mad Hatter," Batman reiterated. "He’s behind it. Have your officers keep an eye out for him. I’m going to Arkham to check things out." The commissioner picked up the phone to relay the information.
"I’ve got my men looking for Catwoman," he said, while waiting for the other end to pick up. There was no answer. He looked up, but the Batman was gone, once again as usual. The phone on the other end picked up. "Sergeant, this is Gordon. I want an APB put out on Jervis Tetch."
"Yes, sir," the sergeant replied.
"Have Bullock and Montoya come back yet?"
"No, sir."
"Tell them to come see me, when they get in." It was going to be a long night.
While the master was away, Catwoman had given Zatana a tour of the theatre. The two flirted with one another outrageously through out the tour, taking any excuse to "accidentally" rub up against one another. With the tour concluded, they walked into the theatre lobby. At the base of the stairs to the lobby were Huntress and Spoiler. Spoiler was on her knees and elbows. She didn’t have a stitch of clothing on. She was pinching and pulling at her own nipples. Huntress was kneeling behind her and had her face buried between Spoiler’s legs.
"That looks like fun," Zatana said to Catwoman.
"Sure does," Catwoman enthusiastically agreed. Zatana turned to Catwoman and smiled. Catwoman smiled back before pulling Zatana close. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, both of them worked up from the flirting. Zatana opened her mouth and forced her tongue into Catwoman’s mouth. Catwoman emitted a growl of arousal as she started sucking on Zatana’s tongue. Zatana reached around either side of Catwoman and took the athletic woman’s ass in her hands. She started squeezing Catwoman’s ass cheeks. Catwoman wrapped her arms around Zatana as well. She grabbed the magician’s ass and pulled her closer. Catwoman’s large tits pressed against Zatana’s smaller ones. Catwoman also pushed Zatana’s tongue out of her mouth, following it with her tongue. Zatana accepted Catwoman’s tongue in her mouth, vaguely aware that Catwoman was fighting for dominance.
The two women’s tits rubbed together through their costumes. Catwoman pulled her tongue from Zatana’s mouth. "This would feel better without our clothes in the way," she said, before tracing a line up Zatana’s neck with her tongue. Zatana shivered as erotic tingles jolted through her body.
"Your right," she agreed. "Ffo Sehtolc!" Zatana yelled. Her tuxedo outfit and Catwoman’s cat suit flew from their bodies and landed in a pile on the floor. Across the lobby, the Huntress’s clothes also flew from her body. Catwoman and Zatana’s tits were now pressed together, flesh to flesh. Catwoman started moving up and down, causing her tits to rub against Zatana’s. The two women held each other’s asses, pulling each other together. Their hard nipples ground together bringing moans and gasps from both women. Zatana decided to step up the fight for dominance. She slipped her leg between Catwoman’s legs. Catwoman’s pussy was now pressed tight against Zatana’s upper thigh. Catwoman returned the favor and the two women started to slide their cunts against each other’s legs. It was clear to both of them that the first to cum would lose.
At the base of the stairs, Spoiler was still bent over. Huntress kept running her tongue up and down Spoiler’s pussy. It went up one side and down the other. At the bottom, it rubbed back and forth across Steph’s clit. The Spoiler moaned and her leg muscles quivered. Huntress used both hands to keep Spoiler’s ass cheeks spread wide. She took a finger from her right hand and started rubbing it up and down Spoiler’s pussy, getting it wet with Spoiler’s juices. Once it was nice and wet, she stuck it in the Spoiler’s snatch. "Oh! Yes! Fuck my pussy! Do it! Uh - uh!" Stephanie started bucking back at Huntress. Her juices were flowing freely and Huntress drank them down.
Across town, Dick Grayson had arrived at Wayne Manor. Alfred informed him that Master Bruce was downstairs waiting for him. Dick went down the long stairs to the Batcave. Bruce was sitting in front of the computer. He had all but cap and cowl of the Batman outfit on. On the big display was a map of Gotham. Several places were circled in red.
"What’s going on?" Dick asked. "Has there been any word from Tim?"
"No. No word," Bruce’s voice was flat, business-like. Dick knew Bruce well enough to tell that he was worried, but he was functioning as the Batman and wouldn’t let his emotions show if he could help it. "The Mad Hatter is involved some how." Bruce tapped some keys and one of the side monitors came to life. On the screen was a young woman dressed in purple and blue. "This is young woman named Stephanie Brown. Her father is Arthur Brown, a.k.a. the Cluemaster. She helped with his last capture. Since then, she has been sneaking around with Tim. She went missing two weeks ago and Tim has been looking for her." He tapped a few more keys and another side monitor came on. It showed the magician Zatana being locked into a medieval rack. Dick watched as Catwoman dropped onto the stage. He watched Catwoman and Zatana fighting. The Mad Hatter’s voice came over the PA system. The Spoiler appeared on stage with a puff of smoke. Bruce froze the screen on her image. The image zoomed in on the strange rifle she had in her hand. It was made out of some sort of white metal. "The Hatter has developed some sort of mass hypnosis gun, so we will have to be very careful. The thing we are going to do is head to Arkham to investigate Tetch’s old room."
Dick pulled off his shirt. Underneath his normal clothes, he had on his Nightwing costume. Bruce pulled on cape and cowl, while Dick affixed the Nightwing mask to his face. Batman and Nightwing climbed into the Batmobile and headed toward Arkham Asylum.
At the theatre, Catwoman and Zatana were busily grinding their thighs into each other’s pussies. Their naked breasts were rubbing against each other and their arms were wrapped around each other holding them together tightly. This was a fight for dominance between the two of them and neither of them was willing to cum first. They were both drenched with sweat and neither of them could keep from moaning and panting in ecstasy.
Across the room, Spoiler was on her hands and knees. She was pinching and pulling the nipples on her apple-sized tits. Huntress was lying on her back with her head between Spoiler’s legs. They were both completely naked and Huntress was licking and sucking at Spoiler’s pussy. She used one hand to hold Spoiler still. The other hand was buried between Huntress’s own legs.
Catwoman could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. He pussy juices were coating the top of Zatana’s leg. She couldn’t tell how close Zatana was, but she knew that if she didn’t do something, she would lose. She brought one of her hands up Zatana’s back. She started sucking on a finger. She moaned around her finger as Zatana’s thigh brushed against her clit. Once her finger was well coated with saliva, she moved her hand back down Zatana’s back.
When Zatana started moving her hand up Zatana’s back, Zatana thought she had Catwoman on the ropes. Catwoman started sucking on her own finger like a cock and Zatana figured Catwoman was going crazy with pleasure and would be cumming soon. As Catwoman moved her hand down to cup Zatana’s ass, Zatana was sure that Catwoman was getting ready to cum. She could feel the quiver in Catwoman’s legs as the friction against her cunt continued to build. Suddenly Catwoman stuck her spit-lubricated finger up Zatana’s ass. It sunk in to the second knuckle and sent Zatana soaring over the edge.
"Aah! Fuck! Fuck! Cumming!" Her ass clenched down on Catwoman’s finger. Her pussy fluttered and her cum rained down on Catwoman’s leg, drenching it. She pulled Catwoman close, squeezing her tits against Catwoman’s. Her eyes rolled up in her head as her orgasm tore through her. Catwoman didn’t let up though and started fucking Zatana’s ass with her finger. "Ah! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" Zatana screamed again as Catwoman managed to prolong her orgasm a few more seconds. When it was over, she let go of Catwoman. She slid down Catwoman’s soaked leg and fell to the floor dazed. Catwoman’s finger came out of her ass with a pop, causing another moan to come out of Zatana. Catwoman stood over Zatana’s prone form victorious and smiled. Zatana looked back up at her glassy-eyed.
Across the room, Huntress was still sucking Spoiler’s pussy. She had two fingers ramming in and out of Spoiler’s pussy, while her tongue over Spoiler’s clit. Huntress’s left hand was cupping her own pussy mound and her middle finger was sliding in and out of her slit. The Spoiler continued to tug on her own tits and wished they were as big as Catwoman’s so she could get her mouth on one of her own nipples. The pressure was building in her cunt, though, and the tension was spreading throughout her body. She was going to cum soon.
"Oh! I’m going to cum soon! I’m going to cum!" She told Huntress.
"Do you want to cum in my mouth?" Huntress asked her.
"Yeah! I want to cum! Make me cum! Make me cum! Bite my clitty!" Huntress complied and took a nip at Spoiler’s enflamed clit. It was enough to set off sparklers of pleasure in Spoiler’s mind. "Ah! Fuck!" Spoiler’s hips bucked as she came. Her juices spilled out around Huntress’s fingers to flow into Huntress’s mouth. Spoiler’s body shook as she came and she pulled on her nipples stretching her little tits into cones. Her eyes were tightly closed and her mouth was locked into a grimace of pleasure. Her body slumped forward as her orgasm left her drained.
Outside the theatre, the members of young Justice climbed off of the Justice Cycle. Superboy stood next to Impluse, who was looking left, right, up, and down almost all at the same time. Next to Impluse was Wondergirl. She wasn’t the original Wondergirl, but it was the name she was going by. Still on the Justice Cycle was Arrowette. She was also nervously looking around.
"I’m telling you, Rob is around here somewhere," Superboy said.
"It’s certainly creepy enough," Arrowette said.
"Why would the Boy Wonder be here?" Wondergirl asked.
"I think he is in trouble, Superboy answered her. "The Justice Cycle seems worried." As if in agreement to his statement, the alien vehicle rolled a few inches toward the back door to the theatre they found themselves behind. "We haven’t heard from him since before the Joker started his latest crime spree. Joker’s been back behind bars for over a week now and still no word from Rob."
"So, what’s the plan?" Wondergirl asked Superboy.
In the outskirts of Gotham, the Batmobile drove through the gates of Arkham Asylum. When it stopped in front of the asylum, Batman and Nightwing climbed out. As they walked up to the front door, the guard pressed the buzzer to let them in. The guard was standing when they came in.
"Batman! It’s an honor," the guard said. "I called the superintendent and he is on his way down." The guard was smiling and a little flushed. He’d be talking about meeting Batman for a long time to come. Batman and Nightwing walked past him on their way to the patient’s rooms. They were met on the way by the current superintendent of Arkham. He was a short man with balding gray hair. He was wearing a white doctor’s coat and had a stethoscope around his neck.
"Batman!" he said in surprise. "What can I do for you?"
"Tetch. Jervis Tetch," Batman said purposefully continuing on his way.
"The Mad Hatter?" the superintendent asked, using Jerivis’s nom de plume. He had to walk much faster to keep up with the two heroes. Nightwing remained quiet. It was Batman’s game and he was just back up.
"He’s escaped. I want to look at his cell."
"Escaped? Impossible! He’s still in his cell!" the superintendent said. He had no idea how the Batman came to the conclusion that Jervis Tetch had escaped, but he had to be wrong. The superintendent himself had seen Tetch in his cell just that morning. As the three of them made their way down the long corridor of the criminally insane, many people glared at them.
Harvey Dent sat in his room. He was on his bed muttering to himself as Batman walked by, twirling a silver coin on his fingers. Pamela Isley moved between Batman and the flower she had on her table. He eyes held equal parts of fear and hatred in them. The Killer Croc just glared at Batman as he walked by.
"Hiya, Batsie!" the Joker called from his room. "Long time, no see!" Batman ignored him as the two approached Tetch’s room. Looking through the large window into Tetch’s room, they could see him sitting on his bed looking at them.
"See, safe and sound," the superintendent said with obvious relief.
"Good evening, superintendent," the Mad Hatter said.
"Open this door," Batman commanded.
"Good evening, Batman," Tetch said to the caped-crusader.
"But he’s in his cell. He hasn’t escaped," the superintendent protested.
"Open this door," Batman commanded once more. This time a note of menace had crept into his voice. The superintendent fumbled with his keys before opening the door. Batman walked into the room. As he entered, he stepped into a beam of light shining on the Hatter. The part of Jervis that Batman’s shadow fell on faded out of existence. Batman turned to look above the door. Concealed from the passerby’s was a small box. The box had a lens on it and was projecting an image of the Mad Hatter on is bed.
"A hologram," Batman said. The superintendent rushed in to see for himself. Batman removed the projector from the wall and Jervis Tetch disappeared completely. The box was much smaller than most projectors and rendered a fully three-dimensional image.
"Hatter’s been busy," Nightwing said. Across the hall, the Joker was laughing. His chilling laugh echoed down the hallway. Batman turned and the three visitors made their way out of the wing. Once they were out, Batman told the superintendent that he wanted the files on all recent hires and fires for Arkham and the files on anyone that had resigned recently. The superintendent reluctantly agreed.
Inside the Mad Hatter’s theatre hide out, the female foursome continued their impromptu orgy. Catwoman was straddling Zatana’s face. Her knees were just above Zatana’s shoulders and her legs crossed over the magician’s arms, holding them down. Catwoman’s back was arched and she leaned back over Zatana. One hand was on the floor holding her up and the other was between Zatana’s legs rubbing Zatana’s furred slit. Between Catwoman’s legs, Zatana’s tongue worked a different kind of magic. Her tongue was gliding up and down the villain’s pussy; making it wet with her saliva and Catwoman’s pussy juice.
By the stairs, Huntress lay on her back. He legs were spread wide, displaying her dark haired Italian American cunt. Spoiler was lying on her stomach between huntress’s legs. Two fingers from her right hand slid in and out of Huntress’s pussy. Her left hand had reached up and grabbed on to one of Huntress’s large tits.
"Mmm, mmm. Ahh! That’s it, you little slut! Fuck my pussy with your tongue! Fuck it! Fuck it!" Catwoman hissed at Zatana. Zatana opened her mouth wide and sucked Catwoman’s netherlips into her mouth. As she sucked on them, she stuck her tongue, as deep into Catwoman’s pussy as she could. Catwoman’s eyes squeezed shut as the exotic sensations flew up her spine. "Ahh! That’s it, you little bitch! Suck it! Suck it!" She smacked Zatana’s pussy mound twice, then rubbed her fingers back and forth across Zatana’s clit. Zatana’s moans buzzed through Catwoman’s pussy sending Catwoman even higher.
Spoiler was busy finger fucking Huntress. She slid two fingers in and out of the heroine’s cunt. She occasionally placed a kiss on huntress’s inner thigh or on her pelvis right above her clit. Her other hand had a grip on one of Huntress’s tits and was rhythmically squeezing it in time to the fucking. Huntress had her other tit and had pulled it up so she could suck on her own nipple.
"Oh yeah, look at that pretty pussy," Spoiler said. "It looks so good. You like that? You like my fingers pumping inside of you like that? Huh?"
"Mmm-hmm," Huntress moaned into her nipple.
"Yeah, that looks so good. It’s so good and wet. I wanna taste it. Can I taste it? You want me to suck your pussy?" As she asked this, she curled her fingers so they rubbed against the top of the Huntress’s love canal.
"Mmm! Oh yes! Fucking eat me! Eat my cunt!" Huntress let her nipple fall from her mouth to cry out her passion. Spoiler went right to it, licking Huntress’s pussy right above where her fingers were sliding in and out of it.
"Well, I guess we should investigate," Superboy said. He wasn’t used to making plans. That was Robin’s territory, he just carried them out. However, Robin was missing and probably in trouble. The Justice Cycle had gotten them that far; the rest was up to him. Impulse was impatiently tapping his foot a thousand beats a minute. Wondergirl was looking to him for directions and Arrowette was climbing out of the Justice Cycle.
"We should probably check the place out, I guess. Impulse why don’t-"
"I’m on it!" Impulse said, then disappeared like a shot. He was back two seconds later. "No one around the outside. I’m going in!"
"Wait-" It was too late. Impulse was already gone. They waited a few seconds, but Impulse didn’t return. "I guess we should go in." Superboy led the way. He went to the door with Wondergirl behind him and Arrowette bringing up the rear. The door was locked, but a quick tug, with the help of his tactile telekinesis, and Superboy ripped the door right out of the frame.
The man on the other side was more surprised than Superboy. He was a Caucasian, but he wore a loincloth and a Native American headdress, as well as colored paint on his face. In his right hand was a spear. Superboy gave him a right hook and the man fell to the floor unconscious. The three heroes entered the theatre. They found themselves back stage. There were a large numbers of mannequins about all dressed in different costumes.
In the theatre lobby, Catwoman was still riding Zatana’s face. Her right hand was buried between Zatana’s legs. Zatana was bucking her hips up at Catwoman’s hand. Catwoman had two fingers sliding in and out of Zatana’s slit, while she pressed her palm down on Zatana’s clit. Zatana had her hands wrapped around Catwoman’s legs, keeping them well spread. He head bounced up and down below Catwoman. He tongue was stuck out in a point and she stabbed Catwoman’s pussy with it repeatedly.
By the stairs, Spoiler had shifted into a "69" position with Huntress. The small blonde was on top. Her legs were spread around Huntress’s head and her neck was bent so she could get to the dark haired muff. Her tongue danced around the Huntress’s clit, while she repeatedly buried three fingers in the dark haired girl’s pussy. Huntress was being driven wild by the blonde girl’s fingers and tongue. She sucked on Spoiler’s clit like it was a miniature cock, while she slipped her own finger in Spoiler’s tighter snatch.
Impulse was searching the building for people. He vibrated his body at such a high speed that it was out of phase with everything else. In this state, he was able to walk through solid objects like walls. In the manner, he was able to go through out the whole theatre looking for people. At least he would have, but he walked through the front door and right into the lobby. The lesbian orgy was in full swing right before his eyes and he froze. His cock immediately jumped to attention. He knew he should go tell the others, but he couldn’t tear his eyes from the naked flesh in front of him.
Catwoman was all heated up from her grind session with Zatana and the magician’s tongue soon sent her into a shuddering climax. "Uh-huh! That’s the way, you little bitch! Lick my clit! Oh yes! You’re fucking making me cum! Cum! Uh!" She screamed as she spilled her juices in Zatana’s waiting mouth. Her head whipped back and forth and she screamed like a banshee as she came.
Over by the stairs, Huntress had had all she could take. Spoiler’s hot tongue was stuck as far into her twat as it would go. Huntress’s cunt snatched at Spoiler’s tongue, trying to milk cum out of it. Huntress let out a yell of passion. "Oh, that’s it girl! That’s it! Lick it there! Lick it there! Oh, I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Ahh!" Huntress shook beneath Spoiler as her cum leaked out of her pussy to be lapped up by Spoiler. Impulse couldn’t take it anymore. He quickly stripped out of his clothes. His virgin cock felt like a steel rod. He took his prick in hand and started jerking off. His hand was a blur on his cock as he stroked off at near supersonic speed.
Spoiler was very turned on from making Huntress cum. She was slowly licking up the remains of Huntress’s orgasm, while Huntress paid more attention to her blonde haired pussy. Spoiler’s tongue action slowly stopped as the tension built in her. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, as the tension became nearly unbearable. Then it broke like a dam and her orgasm washed over her. "Ah! Ah! Of fuck, I’m cumming again! Yes! Yes! Ah ha!" Spoiler’s hips bucked as she came and she ground her pussy against Huntress’s lips smearing them with her girl cum. The two women seemed to collapse as the came down from their orgasms.
Seeing Spoiler cum was too much for young Bart, who had never even seen a naked woman before. His balls tightened and started tingling. He gripped his dick harder and increased the speed of his strokes. He started to grunt and moan as he came. There was a sound like a whip crack as the first of his load jetted out of his cock at supersonic speed. It easily cleared the fifteen feet between Impulse and Spoiler. It landed with a wet smack on Spoiler’s hip, splashing wet runny cum on her hip and thigh. More shots followed, striking Spoiler’s body in a staccato beat until her left side was peppered with drops of cum that ran down her body to drip onto Huntress. Spoiler turned to see where the stinging slaps of cum were coming from only to have a load hit her right in the forehead. It snapped her head back and splattered drops of cum across her face and in her blonde hair. She had to close her eyes as the cum ran down her forehead and across her eyelids.
Impulse had never shot so much cum in his entire life and he felt completely drained. Huntress and Catwoman turned to see the intruder. Catwoman knew the young man couldn’t be allowed to leave having seen them and she was still feeling like a cat in heat, but his cock looked pitifully small and wilted in his hand and none of them had one of her master’s guns handy. She had an idea about how to get him excited again and distract him while some one else got one of the guns, though. She rolled over so she was facing the boy and Zatana’s cunt and smiled at him. Impulse’s face was bright red in embarrassment at having been caught and he had no idea what to do so he stood there watching the women.
Catwoman smiled at him as she went back to finger fucking Zatana’s pussy. "Oh, mistress, yes! Fuck my pussy! Fuck your sluts cunt with your fingers!" Zatana yelled from underneath Catwoman. Huntress took Spoiler’s face and pulled her down for a kiss. Each woman tasted her own pussy on the other’s lips and tongue. Huntress then let go of Spoiler and started scooping up the cum from Spoiler’s face with her tongue. When her mouth was full, she kissed Spoiler again; sharing Impulse’s cum with her.
Impulse’s cock twitched in his hand. Catwoman grinned at him. She had two fingers in Zatana’s cunt. She slipped another finger in and Zatana squealed in delight. "Oh yes, mistress! Fill me! Fill my slutty cunt with your fingers! Oh yeah!" Impulse’s cock twitched again. It was starting to get hard again.
Catwoman delivered the coup de grace. "Do you want to see this bitch cum?" Catwoman asked Impulse. He nodded dumbly. "He wants you to cum. Cum for our guest! Cum!" Catwoman ordered Zatana. Catwoman slid her fingers out of Zatana’s dripping cunt, while Bart watched on. She grabbed Zatana’s clitoris between thumb and forefinger and pinched.
"Ah-hah! Aiee!" Zatana yelled as she came. Her hips bucked and cum shot out of her cunt in forceful streams. Catwoman kept pinching and releasing Zatana’s clit, prolonging the dark haired woman’s orgasm. Catwoman bent down and let Zatana’s cum splash against her face. When Zatana’s cum had died down to a few trickles wetting her ass, Catwoman looked back at Impulse. She had droplets of cum splattered all over her face. She licked Zatana’s cum off of her lips. Impulses cock had become fully erect and was even harder than before.
"Come over her," Catwoman said to Impulse.
The rest of Young Justice were halfway across the storage area when Mad Hatter’s slave guards attacked. They were dressed in various costumes, from King Arthur to a cowboy to a tennis player. Five of them jumped on Superboy, using the sheer weight of numbers to drag him to the floor. Two of them rushed at Arrowette, while the remaining one tried to grab Wondergirl.
Superboy fell to the floor under the weight of his attackers. Men had grabbed his arms and legs and were trying to pin him. After the initial surprise wore off, Superboy started to fight back. Using his tactile telekinesis, he lifted the two men holding his arms and slammed them together. When he felt them go slack; he tossed them away. The man kneeling over his head managed to land a punch on Superboy’s jaw, then Superboy grabbed him. Superboy tossed the man into the two men holding his legs and the three men landed in a heap.
Arrowette did not get a chance to get a good shot off before the two thugs were on her. One of them tried a right hook, but she used her bow to block it. She then used the curve of her bow to hook his leg and pull it out from under him. The man fell to the floor. However, the second one managed to grab her from behind. His arms were around hers, keeping them pinned to her sides and he lifted her in the air.
Wondergirl managed to slam her knee into the gut of the man who charged her. He fell to the floor on his hands and knees, momentarily winded.
"You bitch!" he hissed at her, then launched himself at her. One of his hands latched onto the neckline of her top. The other grabbed a handful of her black hair. He pulled her toward him as hard as he could intent on slamming the heroine to the floor. Unfortunately for them both, the front of her top tore. It ripped straight down the front, revealing Wondergirl’s young but firm tits and leaving the thug with nothing but a strip of fabric in his hand. In addition, unfortunately for the thug, Wondergirl’s black hair was not real. Her wig came of in his other hand revealing her short blonde hair. He was momentarily thrown off balance by the lack of resistance and Wondergirl easily landed a right cross on his jaw. The man fell to the floor stunned.
The three men at Superboy’s feet got back up. The boy of steel was back on his feet. The men started to circle him. Superboy took to the air, levitating over top of the men. "I don’t know how you guys expect to beat me," Superboy said to them. "I mean, I’m Superboy. I’m a clone of the one and only Superman! You guys are just losers. You don’t stand a chance," he bragged.
The cowboy tossed his lasso at Superboy from behind. It landed over Superboy’s head and tightened around his neck. Caught off guard, Superboy started to choke. "Yee-ha!" the cowboy yelled.
Wondergirl took her wig back from the stunned man and hit him again. The man fell to the floor, out cold. She zipped up her jacket to hide her breasts, then slipped her wig back on. She took a look around to assess the situation.
The man Arrowette had tripped was getting back up. The gangster behind her was holding her tight and squeezing hard. It felt like he was trying to squeeze the breath out of her. The first guy, who looked like a reject from Shaka Zulu came at her, trying to grab her as well. She managed to get both of her feet up and kicked the Zulu warrior in the chest with both feet. He was knocked back on his ass. The force of the kick also knocked her and the gangster back. They fell to the floor with her on top. When they hit, he let go of her. She rolled when they hit and came up with an arrow knocked and ready. She let it fly and it buried itself in the floor at the gangster’s side. It punctured the coat, pinning it to the floor.
Meanwhile, in the lobby, Impulse closed the distance between himself and Catwoman in a microsecond. He stood in front of her completely naked and staring at her large tits. She reached up and took his hard cock in her hands. It felt different to Bart then his own hands and felt better than anything he had ever felt before. "Mmm! You’re so hard," Catwoman told him, almost purring. Underneath her, Zatana was still recovering from the massive orgasm she had just had. Catwoman pulled Impulse closer and licked the head of his penis. Impulse shivered, which produced a strange buzzing sound. She then took his whole dick in her mouth and sucked on it. Impulse stood with his hands at his sides. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. she let his prick drop out of her mouth with a pop and made a fist around it with her left hand. She moved her fist up and down his meat, while taking his balls in her right hand. She rolled them around in her palm. She looked over at Huntress and Spoiler, who were just finishing up Impulse’s cum. "Get the guns," she told them. Impulse knew he should be worried about them, but he couldn’t tear himself away from the hand on his virgin cock. Huntress and Spoiler stopped swapping cum and headed upstairs to the office, both still completely naked.
Catwoman took Impulse’s dick back in her mouth and started suck on it again. She took his hands and placed them on her tits. Impulse was intrigued by her tits. They were incredibly large, but soft. His hands roamed across them as she deep-throated him. his palms moved in circles around her breasts, occasionally brushing across her nipples. Zatana had recovered from her orgasm and saw Catwoman’s pussy right over her face. She reached up with her hands to grab the twin globes of Catwoman’s ass and pulled her cunt down to her tongue. She started lapping at Catwoman’s slit, drawing a moan from Catwoman. The moan vibrated through Impulse’s cock and up his spine to explode in his brain. Catwoman’s mouth was driving him crazy. He started trembling. The trembling, however, was at hyperspeed and caused his body to vibrate. Catwoman enjoyed the feeling of Impulse’s cock vibrating in her mouth. He was like a living vibrator. His hands buzzed against her tits, sending wonderful feelings through out her body. Zatana continued to lick her slit, stopping occasionally to suck on her clit. The buzzing in Catwoman’s tits were shooting straight through her pussy.
Backstage, Superboy struggled with the rope around his neck. He was panicking and trying to get his fingers under the rope. Wondergirl was standing over an unconscious opponent and Arrowette used a few more arrows to staple the gangster’s coat to the floor and keep him from getting out of his coat. Wondergirl saw the trouble Superboy was in. She rushed the cowboy and slammed into his side. The two fell to the floor and the cowboy let go of the rope as he fell.
Superboy gasped in some air, then flew straight at one of the thugs. The thug was dressed in a bunny suit, which contrasted with the face of stubble that was showing. Superboy grabbed the bunny by the shoulders and flew him straight into the wall. The bunny hit the wall hard and fell to the floor unconscious.
The Zulu warrior had closed with Arrowette and was trying to hit her, but Arrowette kept dodging. She answered his punches with attacks of her own, slamming the butt of her bow into his gut or kicking him in the ribs. She was starting to get tired, but so was he. Wondergirl, meanwhile, ended up on top of the cowboy and a quick left right combination of punches took him out.
Superboy turned on the remaining thug, who was dressed as King Arthur. He expected the thug to run, but the guy charged him instead. When King Arthur was in range, Superboy punched him. The thug’s head snapped back and the man fell to the floor, completely out of it. Arrowette was still fighting the Zulu warrior, but she had the upper hand. She finally managed to take him out by jabbing him in the solar plexus with her bow, then snapping the bow up, she caught the man under the chin. The three teens surveyed the damage, then leaned against walls to catch their breath.
At the Gotham City Police Department, officer Montoya and detective Bullock just got back from a fruitless search for Catwoman. They were told that Commissioner Gordon wanted to see them, so they headed to his office. When they got there, Gordon was sitting at his desk. He was reading through a large file, which sat open on his desk.
"What’s up, Commish?" Bullock asked.
"You wanted to see us?" Montoya added.
"Yes. How did your search for Catwoman go?" Gordon asked them. He seemed distracted.
"Not so good, Commish," Bullock answered.
"No one has seen her lately," Montoya explained. "There was a break in at the Metropolitan Museum about a month and a half ago, but nothing was stolen so it really wasn’t looked into."
"There was even some cat stuff there at the time. The kind of stuff she likes to take," Bullock furthered.
"Then there were some burglaries in the suburbs about a month ago."
"Not really her style, though. These were all middle class families, and the stuff stolen wasn’t worth the time for a professional to fence."
"But they stopped after two weeks. There hasn’t been one since."
"It’s like she stepped off the face of the earth. The people at her usual haunts haven’t seen her in well over a month."
"Good job," Gordon told them. "But we have a new suspect."
"A new suspect?!" Bullock replied, surprised. "She was seen by the whole audience! She’s as guilty as a cat in a canary cage!"
"Jervis Tetch has escaped," Gordon said.
"The Mad Hatter?!" Montoya was shocked.
"None other. He escaped from Arkham and we don’t know when. I want you two to track him down."
"Will do," Montoya replied.
"You can count on us," Bullock added. Out of Gordon’s office window, they were able to see the Batsignal come on.
"What the-?" Gordon said in confusion. He was the only one with access to the key for the Batsignal. "Let’s check it out." The three officers rushed out of Gordon’s office. A photo of Jervis Tetch leered out on top of Gordon’s desk.
In the theatre lobby, Impulse was about to reach his limit. Catwoman’s head was bouncing up and down on his cock and it was taking all of his control to not fuck her face at light speed. That expenditure of willpower, however, cost him in control. That added to the fact that it was the first blowjob he had ever received soon had him ready to cum. Catwoman could sense he was about to cum. Spoiler and Huntress had come back down the stairs and had two guns ready. Catwoman let Impulse’s cock back out of her mouth and started to fist it again. "Do it! Do it! Cum all over my tits! Cum for me! Cum for Catwoman!" Impulses cock shook in her hand and his balls tightened up.
"Ah! Unh! Unh!" Impulse grunted as he came. His cum shot out of his cock at hyper speed again. There was so much force behind his cum that it slammed into Catwoman’s chest. The first blast landed square between her two large tits. It splattered as it hit and droplets of cum splashed across her face and his thighs. More shots followed, coating her breasts and face with cum, as well as splashing back across his thighs, groin, and belly. The wet cum ran down her breasts and across her belly. Zatana slipped a wet thumb all the way up Catwoman’s ass, making her cum too.
"Oh yeah! Spray me with your cum! Blasts my tits! Blast me! Uh, fuck! I’m cumming too! Fuck!" Her thighs quivered as she came, releasing a load of her sweet juice on Zatana’s face. Zatana licked up as much as she could, cleaning Catwoman’s twat. Impulse fell back on the floor, feeling really drained from blasting his load on her. He was dazed. Catwoman fell forward off of Zatana as well. She had cum hard and needed a rest.
Impulse looked over at Spoiler and Huntress. They each had a strange laser rifle looking thing pointed at him.
The three remaining teens of Young Justice had tied up the goons and made their way into the theatre. The auditorium was completely empty. They went across the auditorium and into the lobby. Superboy walked in first and stopped short after a few steps. Inside the lobby, he saw the remnants of the threesome that had just occurred. Bart was completely naked and sitting on the floor. In front of him were two naked women. The women both had black hair and were in a sixty-nine position. The one on top was facing Bart and had cum running down her tits and belly to drip on the woman underneath her. The room reeked of sex. The stairs were to Superboy’s right and faced away from him, so he couldn’t see Spoiler and Huntress. "What’s going on?" Wondergirl asked from behind Superboy. She looked over his shoulder to see the main area of the lobby. "Oh, my God!" she cried in shock. Superboy’s temper flared quickly. He was mad at Bart for being so irresponsible, but also because Bart managed to get some from those incredibly hot women and he hadn’t. Superboy purposefully walked across the room toward Impulse. Wondergirl and Arrowette stood at the door, unsure of what to do. Their instincts screamed trouble, but they couldn’t see how two naked women could cause much trouble.
"What the hell are you doing?" Superboy asked Bart. He grabbed Bart by the ear and lifted him back to his feet.
"Gee, uh, -Ow! I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help it. I was looking for trouble and I wandered in on these women having sex and they asked me to join and I did and Wow!" Impulse said all at once. The shock from having sex with these incredible women still hadn’t worn off.
"Hey girls," Catwoman said to Wondergirl and Arrowette. "Come on in, you’re welcome to join us." She rubbed Impulse’s cum into her tits.
"We don’t do that. Especially not with sluts like you," Wondergirl protested.
"Oh, you will," Catwoman told Wondergirl. Huntress leapt over the railing on the stairs and landed in front of the two girls. Both women took defensive positions, ready to fight, but it didn’t help. Huntress pulled the trigger and turned both Arrowette and Wondergirl into the Mad Hatter’s new sluts. Superboy and Impulse whirled around to see what the flash was. Spoiler fired her rifle and Superboy and Impulse joined the service of her master.
The Batmobile sped through rural roads on its way to back from Arkham. Batman was driving and Nightwing held Jervis’s projector. "It doesn’t look like any projector I’ve ever seen. I can’t even figure out where the media goes in," Nightwing said to his former mentor and partner. The projector was a clue to where Tim Drake was and what was going on. "We need to get it back to the cave and try to figure out where it came from," Batman said. "I’m also going to go through Arkham’s employee files. Tetch must have had some sort of outside help on this one."
"What do you need me to do," Nightwing asked.
"Keep an eye on the city, while I do some research." They drove on in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. The Batsignal came on at GCPD, indicating that Commissioner Gordon needed to see the Batman.
"Batman, the Batsignal," Nightwing pointed it out to him. The Batmobile picked up speed and headed toward downtown.
End of Chapter 6