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A line of red and blue light speeds through the bright skies of Zanwamba, a small african nation. In the distance a huge colum of fire and dark clouds rises from a raging volcano.

Superman is barelly able to apreciate the beauty of the scene as his mind tries to find a way of saving the population of the small city so near this natural danger. Hundreds of workers of the Lexcorp escavation team are being evacuated by the authorities.

The man of steel telescopic vision scans the area for any tool to help him, while searching the area he notices the nation’s new president leading in person the operation. The man is a mulato giant, a former guerrila leader and a very brave man by what superman sees. A huge escavation machine catches his eyes and the great hero smiles with satisfection.

With lightning speed he takes the massivelly huge and resilent shovel from it and flies to the base of the volcano. The rivers of lava are already flowing and and he has no time to waste. The super escavation takes effort and time. The powerful improvised tool, even being made to extract Promethium base minerals, is quickly being worn off, slabs of hard metal falling from it as superman creates a path for the lava.

Each moment is a challange, the mighty superhero is almost at the half way to the volcano top when he notices a great blast of lava going in his direction, the volcano’s final and more powerful esxplosion. He can’t dodge, he has to finish his work! Closing his eyes by instinct the last son of krypton is hit squarelly in the face, but the blast ends up covering all of his body. The force of the blast sends him spining in the direction of the town, and, after the impact with the ground, he slowlly rises to look at the volcano’s direction.

It worked. The lava is running mainly along the path he created and away from the town, in short seconds a hundred or so entusiasthic engineers, workers, technitians and even military people surrounds him in gratitude.

After a small time shaking hands and smiling to the saved population he flies away, back to his duties. A little ache on his back tells him the volcano blast had been much stronger than he first thought. Also the speed of the population to reach him amazed the superhero. Somehow he thought he had landed fasther away from the population, but it looked like he landed quite nearer then he intended, wich means they had been saved in the last minute!

Already forgetting about the incident superman sped toward metropolis.

****

President Maxwell Jubawan looked worried to his mother. The middle aged black woman was slim and in great shape, but she was breathing hard and a tickle of blood fell from her nostrils.

She used too much of her energy in the spell she just cast.

“Have you got it, my son? Were you able to take his blood?” Naala Jubawan asked aprehensivelly. The sorceress had overstretched her powers and would require at least a week of complete rest before being able to use any more mystical energy. Creating crontroled volcano activity and casting a paralizing spell, even one so short, on superman was more than most sorcerors could manage. It was a dificult feat even for an aprentice of Circe!

“Yes mother, your effort was not in vain...” he answered holding her with care. “I got the blood of the mightiest man in the world” he said, showing her a syringue full of blood, a half destroyed green needle on its point.

“Excelent! Now we can begin!” said an old and cruel voice with a strong and strange accent.

“Yes, but I hope it is worth the price dr. Karkov.” Max answered. The dictator of Zanwamba turned to the thin russian scientist and handed the precious vial to him. “Deliever me what you promissed and you’ll be richer than you ever dreamed.”

Karkov giggled in glee and looked at the president. Karkov was a tall man, but was dwarfed by Max Jubawan’s huge 7’ tall and muscular frame. Due to the incident he was still dressed in military garb, wich he actually preferred to the tuxedos he had to wear in formal ocasions as ‘president’. He had always being a fighter, a guerrilla leader who managed to overthrow the tyranical goverment, only to replace it with his own, and was more confortable when in his battle gear.

“Believe me Mr. President...” Karkov said smiling. “... I’m the one who can do it and I’ll do it! And I’ll do it gladly!” giggling like a child the old man looked amazed at the vials. “This is the greatest moment of my life! All my years of work and study... I finally have the raw material that always escaped me. Everything is ready, this is just the last piece of the puzzle.” Truning to his back he yealled in pure happiness “Let’s go Brutus! Come on my son, We have a lot to do now!”

Max watched the huge deformed metahuman Brutus, Karkov’s first success and the only human being he cared for, follow his adopted father. Even the gigantic President was dwarfed by his hulking body. He knew better than trust the scientist, but he needed the seruns, his plans depended on it!

He looked at the destroyed needle. Millions of dollars were used to aquire this smallish kryptonite piece from Karkov’s former soviet contacts, but it was worth each cent!

*****

Superman took a massive blow from a claw on his chest. It ripped his uniform and even left red marks on his nearly indestructible body. Batttling Chaos demons from other dimensions filled with wierd magic was something the man of steel disliked, but when Doctor Fate summoned the three most powerful beings nearby to help him you can’t say ‘no’.

With a well placed blow, using superspeed and full body strength, he hit back the twisted shape of the creature, guessing it was it’s head on the other side of his fist. Even mighty as it is, the chaos being just said an surprised ‘ouch!’ before passing out. With the main menace down he looked at his battle companions.

Wonder Woman was doing just as fine, her amazoniam body moved with great precision while dodging and stricking a lithe eight armed serpent-like chaos demon. The being was large and fast, but Diana was just the perfect fighter and was beating it blow by blow.

Superman, still winded, stopped for a moment to watch her as she bent over to escape a tail sweep. Her movement making her shorts ride inside the cracks of her full round buttcheecks. What a perfect pair of legs and wonderful butt!

He tried not to think about it now, but as she changed her guard and moved to the side to strike a series of hard blows to the creature’s torso, he couldn’t help but watch her big breasts wobbling inside the low necked top as she pounded the beast.

‘Wow’ he thought as the spectacle of swaing boobs unfolded in front of him ‘Wonder Woman is a very well chosen name!’ he thought lewdly watching the brunette amazon. Beads of sweat were falling on his forehead... it was weird! He rarelly sweted! He rationalized that it must be some effect of the chaos magic.

Diana was doing just fine, and he turned embarassed to his other battle companion. Powergirl was in front of the portal taking chaos demon after chaos demon as they stepped out of the gate. To her left Doctor fate was trying to close the dimensional rift, while the small time magician, who opened it without having any idea of what he was doing, was trembling and babbling in fear on his back., holding the mighty sorceror’s leg.

The kriptonian again was enthralled by female beauty. He looked at Powergirl with a open mouth. Several minor demons were grabbing the superheroine and trying to bring her down, but she punched and kicked with energy, beating them all to unconciousness just to be assaulted by new ones who were jumping from the other side of the gate.

Her body moved with strength and grace, but her massive hooters were a lewd spectacle! Superman felt drops of swet falling on his face again, the place seemed cold wich was very strange, he nearly never felt cold! ‘It must be the dark magic.’ He rationalized again, still his eyes were glued to powergirl’s chest, his mouth dropped even lower as a slim and lightning fast chaos criature managed to hit Kara.

It had made a go for her head but, as she stepped back, it slashed on her chest. Now the powerful blonde was fighting with her already very revealing uniform tore at the chest area, it was ripped to pieces and her boucing jugs were in open sight. The very large glands had huge areoleas, nearly the same color as her skin, and nipples that were big and hard. Looks like beating enemies turn her on...

Superman finally managed to get out of his voyer daydreams as another major chaos demon tried to enter the earth dimension. Doctor fate’s spell were working and the gate was closing, the third greater demon gave an angry shriek in response and tried a last dash for the earth world.

Powergirl jumped in front of Dr Fate to protect him in the last moments he needed. Dozens of tentacles grabbed her body. Dark energy swept to her and superman noticed she was half paralized. It must have been quite a magic blast! Even he felt it from afar!

In a superfast movement Superman grabbed Kara while mighty tentacles slid through her legs, waist, breasts, face and arms, draining her life energy with black energy. Superman felt suddenly weak and cold... very cold. The little pain he had been feeling on his back swelled and he nearly released Kara, but with a last effort he used all the energy left on his body to pull her free.

The man of steel and Powergirl fell on the ground panting. Above and stradling superman was the busty blonde, she tried to get on all fours to stand up, but was so weak her body begun to tremble, making the hanging nude tits sway on his face. Her big hard nipples were brushing against his lips and the kriptonian couldn’t help but start to swell into a huge hard on! then her arms lost all strengh and she fell on him again, burying his face with her impressive mounds.

All the chaos beings screemed at once and he heard Fate stopping his incantetions. It worked. Kal El relaxed.

The last thing superman felt before passing out were the soft and warm globes of flesh on his face... he passed out with a silly smile on his face.

*****

Max Jubawan looked at the few vials in front of him. Three. And so small.

Yet they were the result of a combined effort of science and magic. The drug he wanted was there. Powerdrug he called it, so simple... almost poethic.

Karkov’s scientific research were leading nowhere just a week ago. Superman’s blood was just too powerful, no subject survived the injection of this drug for more than several minutes. But several minutes of greatness and might!

Only with his mother’s hexes was the sample weakened enough to be used in human beings, but even so it nearly destroyed the body of the subjects. A small price to pay for so much power during the short half hour the drug worked after the combined effort.

Max own metahuman body was able to withstand the effects without much problem, but no normal human did survive it without much pain and suffering. Only his more resilente special forces elite were being trained in the supersoldier program, and he knew some of them would die in the process, yet all were volunteers, each one wanted to be a superwarrior.

It was the begining of the fulfillment of his fate. Ever since he had been conducted by his mother to an audience with mighty Circe he knew he was destined for greatness.

Circe knew it. She saw it! That’s why she gave him the Luhlluva spear, the magical artefact of his ancestors, lost for centuries!

With it’s power and legend he was able to unite the tribes and lead them to his victory. But Circe forced him to the great vow. he will have to give up one thing, the most valuable thing he had, when she asked him. The socrecers never told him what it would be... but she knew he would fulfill his oath.

Maxwell Jubawan was a warrior, born of a warrior line and descendent of kings, he was a leader by nature and proud of the stainless honor of his bloodline. Circe knew that she would ask him to take his own life if she mantained her part of the bargain.

He would never betray his word given in a great vow... yet it bothered him not to know what he would have to give up in a future time.

“So this is the Powerdrug, PD, interesting... expensive!” Said his father interrupting his daydreams. “What are those other two drugs?” asked the middle aged but extremelly fit white man.

“This one father...” Max said holding the second vial. “...is BRR – body resistance reductor – it affects even powerfull metahumans, and cause their extrahuman resistance to drop to human leves. Since it uses superman’s modified anti-corps it affects even the most powerfull of the heroes.” He looked at the older man and saw the veteran adventurer looking interested.

“And the other is the improved version of SAD – superaphrodisiac drug - wich Karkov had developed with my natural metahuman pheromones... now with a power boost.” He handed the third vial smiling wickedly. The older man grinned back maliciously to his son.

Donavan Carter was both his father and trainer in combat arts. An old time mercenary and spy in his youth, he managed by his wits, and more than a few ilicit business, to amass a fortune and with that managed to become one of the most influential white men in the country in licit business.

In fact, after his son’s guerrilla managed to overthrow the racist goverment of the white minority he became the most influential man in the nation. Perhaps even more than his son, as Lexcorps contracts always ended up with Donovan’s firms.

He was also a hero of the ‘revolution’ and the way things ended up made him look like a wise counceller to the young president. The truth was, none of them cared about racial issues, all they wanted was power and money!

And it was a great stroke of luck finding a huge veil of rare minerals used in the making of Promethium shortly after the revolution success. It allowed them to become filthy rich while managing to actually improve the population’s life standards.

“Well my son, I’m not here really to just chat.” The experient man said.

“I already guessed so, you rarelly relax my father! What is the matter now?” Max asked smiling.

“The things have calmed down and now there are plenty of reporters arriving to gauge the country’s situation. I already arranged for a colective interview with you, but I think we’ll need the twins help to get them in a ‘receptive mood’, Are they available now?”

“Yes, they are resting from the last mission, but I think this is easy enough for them.”

“Call me when you contact them, I’ll be waiting! Now I have to make everything ready for our visitors arrival” said the busy father as he left the room.

Max pressed the button to the Andronov twins direct line. Another one of the benefits he had from Karkov, the duo of young redheads was a valuable asset. Metahuman spies of the old soviet union, they had turned to industrial espionage after it’s fall.

But now the expert mind twisters were under his pay and had helped him solve many conflicts without the use of strenght.

They were able to change the mind of anyone with enough time. Their metahuman ability was to make everything they said sound more reasonable, and insert deep suggestion on their targets. Unhapelly their powers were slow in work and depended heavly on their ability to convince the victims. But to this date they never failed a mission!

More than a few of his former political adversaries and tribal enemies were now his steadyfast allies.

*****

Justice League Watchtower, the Moon

As Superman lay in the examaination bed, Batman stood nearby, examining a small vial containing a greenish fluid in it. He passed a scanner over it, but he already knew what it was. “trace amounts of Kryptonite, not enough to kill, but enough to disrupt his powers and slow him down. “

Diana was by his side worried both with superman and their battle companion, Power Girl. Kara had taken a direct hit from a major chaos demon mystic blast and was still unconscious, but her conditions were getting better by the minute, unlike Clark’s wich were at times stable but deteriorated from time to time.

“Kryptonite poisoning!” Diana reacted, following the word’s greatest detective to the labs and comunication room. “ But how ? Kryptonite is so rare, and how could he be poisoned without his knowledge ?”

“That’s a good question, very few people have access to it. But the greatest question is where was him victim of this attack? It could lead us to ‘who’ did it and then to ‘why’.”batman said almost to himself as he sat in front of the computer.”

“Why such a small amount ? If you wanted to kill Superman, you would think he would notice the attempt.” Diana asked a little confused.

“Yes. Before he passed out again he said that the symptons first appeared a few days ago. Let’s see all the places he’s been in the last days... this amount of the substance would take around a week to make such effect...” batman started to download the photo log of all his missions in the three days wich were the more probable date of his poisoning. “Of course there is still the matter of him not noticing it at first. Someone had used a very small quantity of it and managed to get it on his system without his knowledge.”

Diana listened while carefully watching the pictures, they were taken from magazines, newspapers and web sites. Superman had gone in some world wide missions in this days wich only added to the complexity of finding out where did it happen!

“Anyone that can do this to Kal is no one to trifle with... here, this is the most probable date by the med center’s info... he was in Africa, offical mission for UNO...” many pics apperared and Diana noticed his shrp mind, used to investigation scanned through all of them in seconds loking for clues, “too many people near him.. no one could do it without been seen.” Batman changed the pics to his next mission, it showed a large escavation site in a beautiful savanah country side, with a raging volcano expliding smoke and lava in the skies “Then had to save this people in Zamwamba...”

“Wait!” Diana yelled and he stopped the image flow.

“Saw anything strange?” he asked curious.

“Yes! That woman... can you get a clearer image of her?” Wonder Woman asked.

“Yes, here it is...” he zoomed the image while finding the same woman in two other photos with lighnting speed. “Here are others where she appears.. this one looks suspicious... she’s gesturing in very strange ways.”

“I know her... I saw her when I confronted Circe a couple of years ago.. she was one of her aprentices... I don’t know her name” Diana said trying hard to find any new clue.

“Very good Diana...” Batman turned to her with a satisfied face. She guessed he would be smiling if he was capable of doing it... instead he looked determined and ready to go through this search. “Try to get some rest, take a shower... relax and then get Kara on her feet, I’ll meet you in a hour in the briefing room.”

She saw him starting to search for tons of information at the same time, unbelievably managing to deal with lots of different data sources at the same time. The amazon princess wanted to help, but she had not rested since the battle and was quite sore, muscle and magic were not easy to withstand, even for the world’s greatest heroine! She left the room for a very well deserved bath.

*****

Watchtower briefing room.

Diana and Kara were awaiting Batman’s final analysis, with J’onn J’onzz on monitor duty and the rest of the JLA and the JSA scattered on various non-world shattering missions, they were the only mebers around. Even worst there was alredy an emergency call for batman in gothan, some psicho was in a killing spree again!

The buxom ladies had nothing to do but try to make chitchat while waiting for the final verdict. Kara was still very sore and cold from the magic blast, and her humor was not at it’s best, in fact her legendary bad temper was at its full as she waited for batman’s analyses.

Everyone was worried. Anything that could slow down Superman was nothing to sneeze at, and it had been very depressing for Diana to drag the both of them, Superman and Power girl, to the Watchtower, where they could be checked out.

“Well, it is Kryptoite poisoning.” he held up the vial and uttered some of the scariest words one could hear when dealing with the Man of Steel. “The most propable place for it to occur was in africa, in the small nation of Zawamba.” Batman went on. “I have this briefing with all the information I gathered with Diana’s clue and it is a very hot lead...” he said handing them a DVD with all his search.

“Good! Let’s go!” Kara said already raising.

“Calm down Power Girl!” he said worried about her too enthusiastic reaction. “We don’t know exactly who did it and Why they did it, I would guess it was an accident... the intention was not to kill superman.” He continued looking at her annoyed face. “If we are to find out how did it happen and how to cure Clark we’d have to dig this information with care. There is more than kryptonite here, J’onn J’onzz was able to remove every trace of it, yet Clark had not recovered in anyway, quite the oposite in fact.”

“Investigation. Are you going to do it, I guess.” Power girl answered. “I want to go too. Clark saved my life once and I’ll do whatever it takes to help him now!”

“Unhapelly I think we’ll not be able to count with batman in this mission... bad news in Gotham my friend.” The martian manhunter said entering the room.

“Then I’ll do it!” Kara said impatiently.

“I want to go too.” Diana added thinking deeply. “If Circe is involved I’d better be around.”

“Ok, then we’ll leave as soon as possible.” Power girl decided alredy wanting to leave the room.

“I don’t think it is a good idea.” Batman said, even knowing Kara’s temper and feminist activism would get her insulted.

“And why not?” Power girl said predictably. “Aren’t we good enough for the mission?” she saw Diana looking at batman with a raised eyebow, she was more than a little hurt herself.

“I never said it. But investigation is a very hard task wich requires skill and experience...” he was not able to finish his thoughts as Kara interrupted him.

“And you think we are not smart enough to do it!” she yelled. “I’ll go to that african hole and get Clark’s cure... I owe him this!”

“Batman, I have some investigation experience, I think I can take care of it all with Kara’s help!” Diana finally said, her feelings were hurt. Even knowing she was no match for the best detective she ever saw, the amazom princess pride swelled and she was sure she could manage to do it, and even control power girl too!

“Ok, all the information you need to start is here.” Batman said leaving the room to the trasporter, he kenw better than loose precious time arguing with the two headstrong, overconfident and proud women.

*****

The Clocktower, Gotham City

It was one of the slowest nights either Dinah Lance, The Black Canary, or Barabara Gordon, the original Batgirl and now Oracle of the Justice League, could remember since they had set up operation as The Birds Of Prey in the Clocktower. There was the beggining of a killing spree from a serial killer, but no cluewas left so they had to wait for his next move.

Nonetheless, evil never rests so good doesn’t either. Barbara, wearing jogging shorts and a grey cotton tank top with a Superman symol on the front, was seated in her wheelchair, a “gift” courtesy of the Joker, was doing her escrima forms,weaving the two rattan sticks in a series of intertwining arcs that changed in speed and tempo as she worked out.

‘Damn, I’m horny’ she thought, ‘maybe I’ll see if Dick is home later.’ As the thought struck her mind, the misture of body chemicals caused her nipples to enlarge to the size of a pinkie finger and poke through the shirt’s thin material.

Barbara and Dick Grayson, the first Robin and now Nightwing, the masked guardian of Bludhaven, had finally given in and consummated a long running, but platonic, relationship which Barbara planned to milk for all it was worth. ‘I may be in a wheelchair, but I’ll be DAMNED if I let the Joker kill my sexlife along with my legs!!’

Meanwhile, Dinah was practicing her own martials arts, a mixture of aikido , judo, and other moves she had picked up in her long careeer as a crime fighter.

She wore only a white sports bra and a pair of skintight spandex leggings without panties. Throwing disks were attached to her outfit in several location and she would occasionally fling one at one of the targets lining the walls, always hitting her target.

She was still getting used to being her old metapowered self after her immersion in Ras Al Ghul’s Lazarus Pit and she felt GOOD. Her own mixture of body chemicals had caused her own body to react in a similar way as she though of Ollie, her nipples expanding as the juices in her nether region began to flow in sync with her workout.

She also contemplated a tryst for later that evening, thinking of Oliver Queen, the first Green Arrow and former lover, who had seemingly returned from the dead. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to continue with that relationship, but it felt good to have that option once again. As she continued her workout, her mind raced down the short list of men in her life.

Batman, having easily made his way past the Tower’s security systems, was perched in the rafters and enjoying the view, both as a human male and as a fellow crimefighter. He had always considered Barabara to be something between a sister and a daughter, and therefore beyond any kind of sexual thought. But every so often a dirty thought still popped up in his dreams , or as an wayward meandering, like now.

Dinah was one of the few people outside of his ‘bat family’ that he trusted and respected, in addition to being attached to someone else who was a former friend and might still be considered a ally, but his thoughts about her also strayed from the friendly to the erotic. ‘I think I’ll look up Catwoman when I’m finished here,’ he thought to himself.

Somedays he thought Oliver and Dick had to be two of the luckiest guys on the planet. Before these thoughts manifested themselves physically, he slid from his perch and dropped to the floor, preparing to make his usual appearance from nowhere and surpising them both.

As he hit the ground, he was met with a rattan stick aimed at his chest and a disk aimed at his crotch. He dropped to the ground underneath both and responded with a pair of batarangs of his own. The first was knocked away by Barbara’s other stick while Black Canary responded the same way Batman had to her own thrown disk and simply dodged.

“Did you enjoy what you saw ? “ Dinah responded with a sly grin as her eyes met Batman’s, who rose to his feet, all business once again.

“ I have something I want the Birds Of Prey to check out.” He cut to the chase and handed a microdisk to Barbara. “I’ll take care of the new killer, concentrate on the case I’m giving you. You two are the only ones I’d trust it with since Dick is out of contact now.” He walked out of the workout room and into the Watchtoower’s main computer room.

After they had cleaned themselves up and burned off their sexual tensions with a little me time, both Barbara and Dinah entered the Computer Room to see that Batman had already brought up the information on Oracle’s 3-D Holographic projection system.

As they watched, he briefed them on the situation with Superman and his dispatching of Wonder Woman and Power Girl to Zanwamba to investigate. All three pondered the gravity of the situation, seeing how dangerous it was to Clark’s life.

“I trust the two of them to take care of themselves, but not to actually finding out the cure for Superman. I want some backup in place if they need it, and also someone able to do the job quickly. I think Black Canary should enter the country covertly and investigate on her own. I think the Birds of Prey are perfect for this mission.” As he approached the window, he went on: “Wonder Woman and Power Girl only know that I am carrying my own investigation, but I didn’t tell them of my exact plans. Whether you contact them or not, I leave that up to you. But, maybe the less they know, the better.” With that, Batrman stepped out the window and disappeared in the night. Dinah and Barbara looked at each other , nodded, and went to work.

Zanwamba International Airport, Flight 521 from Gotham by way of Paris and Cairo.

Linda Steele, a pleasingly plump middle level executive for LexCorp, had spent the last thirteen hours trying to get comfortable in a seat meant for a smaller person.

The only relief had come during the all too brief stops they made in Paris and Cairo, both of which had lasted only long enough for her to try out what passed for food in the airport’s lounge and buy a few cheap souvenirs.

For the entire flight she had shared this discomfort with her fellow travelers for the entire trip, and had suceeded in pissing off half the plane and the entire flight crew in the process. As the plane landed and everyone disembarked the crew let go a collective sigh of relief at seeing that ”Fat Bitch”( their petname for their new passenger of the year) finally leave. They already felt sorry for anyone that crossed her path over the next week.

Ms. Steele, suitcases clamoed in a pair of doughy hands, exited the airport and scanned the row of taxis for a ride to the hotel that LexCorp had reserved for her. After elbowing several street merchants out of her way she collpased into a repainted Chevy Nova and barked out the name of the hotel to the driver.

Digging into her handbag, she pulled a cell phone out and punched in a long series of numbers. After bouncing around the globe several times, a voice finally picked up and answered the phone

” Good Morning, Chiroptera Enterprises, Mr. Steele’s office, How can I help you ?” the wheelchair bound redhead responded.

“ Yeah, let me speak to Bob Steele!” she barked .

“I’m sorry, he’s out of the office right now, can I take a message?”

“ Yeah, tell that fat bastard his wife called and I arrived safely, so he can forget about trading in that insurance policy he bought.”

“ I’ll do so, Ma’am. Please enjoy your stay in Zanwamba.” Barbara Gordon, AKA Oracle, hit the disconnect button on her phone and added another line to the open file on her computer: 921 AM Local time: Black Canary lands in Zanwamba. Mission going as planned .

It is not finished yet, we intend to make an ilustrated version of the tale. Of course, for this we would need artists, drawers, colorers and anyone with talent and good will to help us, ‘cleaning’ images, turning sketchs into final art or in whatever way you are willing to help us.