--Wonder Woman - Dark Nights part 12--
Batman, Robin, Justice League, Teen Titans, Titans West, Wonder Woman, The New
52, and all other characters, nicknames, locations, referenced storylines, or
gadgets mentioned herein are copyrighted by DC Comics. All rights
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By Kooster
kooster69@gmail.com
Note: The DCU in this story series is mostly pre-The New 52, but there
might be a few concepts, character revamps, etc. that I have taken from The New
52.
It was early morning on Paradise
Island. The sun had just appeared over the horizon to bring forth a new
day.
The energy shimmer of a JLA teleport appeared on
the beach shore. The energy glow dissipated and then the Batcycle,
Nightwing, and Wonder Woman appeared.
Nightwing waited for an Amazon to arrive, so
that he could formerly request permission to be on Paradise Island. In
the meantime, he checked Diana. He found her pulse to be stronger, but he
could not rouse her.
As Nightwing expected, a redhead Amazon galloped
towards them on a black mare. A white horse followed her.
Without getting out of the Batcycle, he politely
stated, "Greetings, I'm Nightwing. Diana needs immedistely medical
attention."
"Welcome, Nightwing. I am
Artemis.", she greeted. "Queen Hippolyta foresaw your arrival,
and has granted you permission to stay on Themiscyra. You will ride with
Diana, and then we ride to the healing temple."
After a few minutes, they arrived at the healing
template. A group of Amazonian physicians took Wonder Woman, and then
placed Diana on a medical bed. One of physicians aimed a large
cannon-like device at the unconscious Amazon princess. Another physician
undressed Diana.
Nightwing looked away in modesty of Diana's
nudity. He had already felt guilty on finding her naked in the abandoned
factory.
He noticed a purple glow of energy behind him.
He asked, "What's happening?"
Artemis answered, "They are using the Purple Ray
to heal Diana's physical injuries."
"What about the damage to Diana's psyche?",
Nightwing asked.
"That depends on her.", the redhead Amazon
stated.
He inquired, "How long will Diana be here?"
Artemis placed a consoling hand on Nightwing's broad
shoulders. She advised, "Let the doctors do their work,
Nightwing. They will let you know when Diana can have visitors. I'm
sure that the princess appreciates your concern for her, but I know she would
be upset if you wasted your time here."
Nightwing nodded in agreement. "You're
right. Okay, where's the JLA communications console."
At the comm console, he privately contacted Wonder
Girl, aka Donna Troy, and then updated her on Wonder Woman's condition.
Donna stated that she was on her way to Paradise Island. Nightwing
relinquished leadership of the Teen Titans, and then made Cyborg, aka Victor
Stone, the team's new leader.
Nightwing next contacted the JLA Watchtower. He
found Superman to be on monitor duty. Nightwing informed that Wonder
Woman would be unavailable for a while. He also mentioned that Batman was
missing. He officially requested to be on the JLA reserve roster.
Superman knew from Nightwing's tone to not inquire
further about Wonder Woman, and realized something serious had happened to the
brunette superheroine.
Lastly, Nightwing contacted Alfred at the
Batcave. Alfred informed that there was still no word from Batman, but
that Robin and the other heroes were keeping Gotham City safe. The
faithful butler cautioned that Batman would have to make a formal appearance in
Gotham soon, or else all hell would break loose.
Nightwing ended the transmission, and then slumped
wearily in the ornate chair. He removed his face mask, and then rubbed
his troubled brow. There was too much going on right now. Nightwing
wished that he was swinging through the night sky of Gotham City. He
guessed, however, that such care free nights could be no more. Nightwing
sensed the mantle of the Bat falling upon his shoulders.
While most heroes assumed that Dick would take over
for Bruce as Batman one day, Nightwing was not completely accepted his
idea. He had just come under his own as Nightwing. Part of his
thought that Bruce would be Batman fovever.
A strong female hand touched his shoulder and then
said, "Richard."
He looked to see Queen Hippolyta, ruler of Themiscyra,
standing next to him. He quickly stood up, and bowed respectfully.
"Your majesty."
The Amazon queen commanded, "Walk with me,
Richard. We have much to discuss about you and my daughter."
Nightwing walked with Hippolyta. He sensed that
he was going to be grilled by a mother before taking her daughter on a first
date.
For the first minutes, Hippolyta acted as if she was
giving Nightwing a tour of Paradise Island. She led him deep into the
lush forest. "Thank you for saving my daughter.", she said.
"I wish that I had found Diana sooner.", he
regretfully stated. "I'd like stay here, on Themiscyra, to help her
through this."
"If my daughter wishes it.", the queen
remarked. "Do you not have other duties to attend?"
Nightwing brushed a low tree branch from his
face. "Everyone else can take of freedom and justice for once."
Hippolyta used one hand to wrap the hem of her long
dress around her, while firmly gripping her long golden staff. She asked,
"What are your intensions with my daughter, Richard Grayson?"
She asked with a tone where the question could not be refused.
Nightwing removed his dark face mask to reveal his blue
eyes. He wanted to look at Diana's mother directly. "I guess
that depends on Diana, and what Amazonian law has about relationships with
outsiders."
Queen Hippolyta walked forward and then said,
"Come Richard. Tell me about yourself, so that a mother can judge
her daughter's choices in someone from Man's World."
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The Joker parked a red H3 Hummie in a back
alley. He and Dee Cyde had been busy over the past few hours. They
had broken into a car dealership to steal the super-sized vehicle.
"I've always wanted a big car.", the Clown
Prince of Crime remarked. "Maybe I'll even turn it into my own
Jokermobile!"
Afterwards, the criminal duo robbed several high-end
female clothing stores. Dee Cyde had fun picking out her custom
waredrobe. The Joker had to approve all of Dee Cyde's clothing
selections. Only tight fitting clothes were allowed. No underwear
was allowed either. For colder weather, the evil clown allowed her to
keep a synthetic fur coat. With Harley Quinn's two hyenas, the Joker had
enough real fur smells to assault his senses.
Exiting the red Hummie, Dee Cyde asked, "So,
lover-boy, what are we doing here?"
"Here's where you meet the best plastic surgeon
money can buy, sweetums.", the Joker answered.
The two villains entered the rear of a research
laboratory.
Inside, at a nearby table, a blonde haired man in a
long, white fur gazed at a sample through a high magnification
microscope. The scientist was completely oblivious to his surroundings,
where he didn not notice the Joker and Dee Cyde's entrance.
"Kurt?", the evil clown asked.
"Oh Kurt?"
The scientist stated, "You're late, clown."
"Women. You know it goes, Kurt, being
married and all.", the Joker said.
Dee Cyde commented, "Lover-boy, I thought you had
fun clothes shopping with me."
The Joker whispered to her, "Ssshhh. Us
guys havd to pretend we hate that kind of stuff. I don't want to lose my
man card."
Kurt turned to face the villains with a tray of
medical items. He immediately noticed Dee Cyde's scarred face.
"I see why you called, Joker."
"Let's get crackin', doc, before you turn into a
bat.", the evil clown demanded.
Kurt stated, "I have the Man-Bat under control,
unless I don't see my money."
The scientist, Kurt Langstrom, was a renow biologist
who was obsessed with bats. He took his research into bats too far one
day, when he injected himself with a serum of a bat's GNOME. He had
transformed into the half-human, half-bat called Man-Bat. Batman worked
with Kurt's wife, Francine, to develop a cure that returned the scientist to
normal.
"Sweetums, be a dear and give this gentleman his
money.", the Joker requested.
The scientist handed Dee Cyde a piece of paper.
"Put the money into this account. I've also listed thr WiFi
information."
Dee Cyde took the piece of paper, and then powered up
a laptop. Her fingers clicked away as she connected to the WiFi network,
and then completed the funds transfer. "Half-a-million
transferred."
"Very good.", Kurt acknowledged. He
ordered, "Have the lady lie down on the examination table."
Dee Cyde laid down on the exam table. She asked
the Joker, "Is this going to hurt, lover-boy?"
The Joker reassuringly stroked her long, black hair
and then remarked, "Only if you have a fear of needles, sweetums."
Kurt had donned a surgical mask and surgical
gloves. He hadn't had time to learn Dee Cyde's medical history, so he
couldn't take any chances getting infected with her germs or diseases.
Next to the scientist was a tray with six
syringes. Five syringes had a dark brown liquid in them. The last
syringe was filled with a clear liquid.
Kurt took a syringe with the dark liquid, tapped it to
release any trapped air, and then prepared to inject Dee Cyde's face.
"Wait!", she blurted out. "What
are you injecting me with?"
The scientist sighed in disapproval and then informed,
"I'll be injected you with a derivative of the Clayface's GNOME."
"Clayface!", the Joker excited
squealed. "Really?!? How did you get the muddy's DNA?"
Kurt answered, "I have my resources."
Clayface was the villain who looked like a walking
pile of mud. As long as he could visualize it, Clayface could transform
to look like anyone or shape his body into anything.
"Miss, I'm going to have to sedate you.",
the scientist announced. He took the clear-filled syringe, tapped the air
out of it, and then injected the sedative into Dee Cyde's arm. He told
the villainess, "I want you to count backwards from one hundred."
Dee Cyde sleepily nodded. She could barely keep
her eyes open. She wearily said, "One hundred. Ninety
nine. Ninety eight. Ninety seven." She then passed out
from the sedative.
Kurt placed head restrains on both sides of Dee Cyde's
head to keep her face still. He warned, "I don't want any
interruptions, clown. I need to reshape her face right after injecting
her."
The Joker asked, "Can't you inject my sweetums
again?"
"No. Further injections will make her like
Clayface.", Kurt informed. He requested, "Who do want her to
look like?"
"Hmm...good question, doc.", the evil clown
mused. He responded, "Don't make my sweetums look like Harley
Quinn! Looking at one Harley is bad enough. Otherwise, doc, give
her pretty, pornstar fuck-me face. Not one of those young, teeny booper
pornstars. Someone who looks like a MILF or cougar, but not
over-the-hill. I want my sweetums to make men's jaws drop."
"Understood, Joker.", Kurt
acknowledged. He asked for confirmation, "Is that it? Anything
else?"
"Hmm.", the evil clown mused. He
thought hard with one eye closed, while scratching his head. The Joker
looked eerie, like a crazed owl with one eye open. "Ah, got
it! How delicious!"
Kurt was getting annoyed each minute he spent around
the Joker, but he reminded himself on how much money he had just
received. The scientist sighed and then asked, "What else?"
"Can you do this?", the Joker
inquired. He whispered into Kurt's ear.
The blonde scientist mumbled, "It shouldn't we
too hard to tweak the serum to do that."
The Joker jumped up excited and then exclaimed in joy,
"Oh goodie, goodie!"
"That will cost extra.", Kurt interjected.
The evil clown slumped, like someone suffering from
osteoporosis, and then groaned, "How much, doc?"
"The payment is for you and your associates to
leave me and my family alone for one year.", the scientist stated.
The Joker mused, "I'm gonna miss coming to your
place on turkey day, but you have a deal."
Kurt then requested, "Wait in the other
room, clown, and don't kill anything. And don't spray anything with your
laughing gas. Or shock anyone with your joy buzzers."
The Joker smiled and then reassured, "Don't
worry, doc. I have calls to make."
After the Joker left, Kurt got to work. The
scientist was glad that he had experimented on a few hookers beforehand, where
he mastered reshaping a woman's face. There had been a rash of suicides
of females with horribly disfigured faces, but nothing that could be traced
back to him. If anything, the Gotham City Police would conclude that
Clayface had gone on a masochistic spree of disfiguring women. Kurt had
been smart enough to not include his genetic signature in the shape changing
serum.
He took one of the dark filled syrines, walked back to
his lab table, and then genetically tweaked the serum as per the Joker's
request.
Kurt was not too worried about Dee Cyde. The
drug would keep her unconscious for a few more hours.
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In the other room, the Joker opened his black book
to a contact page. He whipped out a disposable cell phone, and then
dialed up the phone number.
The male caller answered, "Hello?"
The evil clown asked, "Hello to you too.
Recognize my voice?"
"Yes.", the other guy acknowledged.
"Goodie.", the Joker happily remarked.
"No need for names. I have a paid request for you."
The two discussed the evil clown's unique request, and
then scheduled a private meeting.
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A while later, the Joker had been allowed back into
Kurt Langstrom's lab.
The evil clown excited asked, "Can I see?!?
Can I see?!?"
Kurt informed, "See for yourself."
The Joker's yellow eyes nearly exploded from their
sockets, upon seeing the transformed Dee Cyde. He howled like a love sick
wolf.
Dee Cyde's face had been masterfully transformed
from horrible scars to an incredibly hot looking pornstar. Not with a
face like one of the young, teeny booper pornstars. It just wasn't the
Joker's thing. Dee Cyde had a face that would make the most beautiful,
active pornstars jealous. The villainess now had a face that would make
guys gawk and then walk into sign posts.
As per the Joker's special request, Dee Cyde's
titties had been transformed from 34C to 36DD. Bigger, but nothing too
gigantic for her to handle. Her areolas were now dark colored and
enlarged spread across her tits like small pancakes. Her nipples were now
an inch long and as wide as a person's thumb. In fact, her nipples
resembled a cow's teats.
The Joker excited remarked, "I have to touch her
new juggs!"
The evil clown removed his green gloves, and then
grasped Dee Cyde's huge globes in his white hands. "Oh my, still so
soft but firm!", he delightfully commented. "Much better than
implants!"
He then squeezed and tugged on her long, thick
nipples. A clear, thick liquid oozed out of Dee Cyde's dark teats.
The Joker snarled, "Hey, doc, what's the big deal? Where's the
milk!?!"
Kurt sighed at the Joker's ignorance. He
rebuked, "That's colostrum."
"What?!?", the evil clown replied. He
demanded, "English, man! English!"
The scientist explained, "Colostrum is the stuff a
woman's body produces before she lactates. If you keep milking your
girlfriend, clown, then she should be lactating in a day or two."
The Joker mused, "I have an important meeting
tomorrow, doc, where I can't be playing cow and farmer games with my
sweetums."
Kurt sighed again and then remarked, "Then have
your girlfriend milk herself tomorrow. She has to milk her breasts every
four hours to fully activate her milk ducts."
"I was wondering how I was going to keep my
sweetums busy tomorrow. Doc, you're a life saver!", the evil clown
stated.