Angels of Shame

a DC Comics fanfic by Comixfana

The Characters featured in this story are Copyrighted by DC Comics, except for Tiger-Snake/Steven Quinn, the Artist, Miss Natasha and Ms. Waterson who are my creations. This is pure fan fiction, and I receive no pay or other benefit from it. Comments?  Feedback?  Drop me a line at comix.fana@gmail.com

Gotham Artists Community 8pm

“Don Esteban, Sidney said you wanted to see me?” Miss Natasha said in a demure tone of voice, standing in the doorway.

The Artist turned his chair around and nodded at her.

“Ah yes, the beautiful Natalia Ivanova Sokolov…known to the world as Miss Natasha, please come in, have a seat my attractive partner in crime…yes, I said crime. I am not completely deluded, my art is illegal, my genius criminal. And your partnership has been invaluable…indeed, invaluable…” he said, his voice trailing off.

She entered, slightly blushing, closing the door behind her.

“Not quite the love confession I wanted to hear, but I’ll take the compliments I can get!” She thought, walking to the casting couch.

She noticed the glass of bourbon on the rocks on the Artist’s work desk, next to his laptop. She sat down, making a show of crossing her legs to briefly flash him.

“I accept the compliment Don Esteban, you do pay well, but it’s nice to feel appreciated!” she said, smiling charmingly.

“Indeed you are my dear, indeed you are. While your greed sometimes irritates me, your resourcefulness more than makes up for it. In fact, this whole operation would collapse without you. While I am often self-absorbed and obsess about my art, your contributions have not gone unnoticed. Shall I offer you a drink? I hate to drink alone. Would it be presumptuous of me to say vodka? ” The Artist said, walking to his mini-bar.

“I would love a drink Don Esteban…perhaps if you have some orange juice for that vodka?” she said.

“As a matter of fact I do, screwdriver coming up for the lovely Miss Natasha!” he said, pulling a bottle of vodka and a carton of orange juice from the small fridge.

“That would be wonderful Don Esteban!” she said, nearly blurting out “You can drive my screw any time you like!”

“He’s tipsy…the man needed to have a few drinks to show me any attention…carpe diem…” She privately thought.

“There you go my dear, Prince Igor private stock and Florida’s best. In fact, nothing but the best, the spoils of Nobility you see!” He said, his eyes drawn to her cleavage as she purposely bent forward and pushed her chest out to pick up the drink he was handing her.

He played it cool, and sat next to her on the couch.

“A toast my dear, to a long and profitable partnership!” the Artist said, raising his glass.

“Hear! Hear!” Miss Natasha said, clinking glasses with him.

They each took a sip, and she noticed that his eyes were still drawn to her cleavage. Mischievously, she turned her upper body to face him, slightly bending forward to give him a better look. He blushed and cleared his throat, forcing his eyes on hers.

“I…I must apologize. Being of Noble blood often makes me feel entitled, I do what I want, get what I desire. Nobility is no excuse for boorish behavior.” He said.

She smiled warmly and put her drink on the small table near the couch. Looking into his eyes, she put her hands on his lap.

“If that means that you desire me, no apologies needed Don Esteban. In fact, I’m yours for the taking, have your way with me, I’m yours!” Miss Natasha said, casting him a smoldering look that made his pants feel a few sized too tight.

He gulped the rest of his drink and put his glass next to hers on the small table.

“Beautiful Natalia…allow me to call you by your real name, gorgeous one…” the Artist said in a trembling voice.

“Please do Don Esteban!” she said, smiling, glad that her seduction seemed to be working.

He took her hands and held them in a gentlemanly fashion.

“I realize that I am too often self-absorbed and overly focused on my art, but I do see how beautiful you are. You were once dubbed the Lethal Lithuanian, but to me you are the Fabulous French-born bombshell. I prefer not to mix business with pleasure but tonight…you look especially irresistible…” he said, his voice trailing off, leaning in for a kiss.

Eyes closed, they kissed.  Smiling, she stood up.

“Allow me Don Esteban!” She said, letting her low cut red dress slide to her ankles and kicking it to the side.

She bent forward, breasts dangling heavily, to remove her stiletto shoes.

“Best to take them off to avoid an accident, poisoned-tipped heels and all! Let me undress you dear Maestro!” She said, unbuttoning his shirt.

He chuckled.

“I am not an orchestra conductor!” He said as she finished unbuttoning his shirt.

“Then how do I address your artistic genius?” she said, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside.

“Don Esteban is quite sufficient my gorgeous one, your sexual aggressiveness intrigues me, inspires me…perhaps I should format the Lesbian Schoolgirl flick I was hesitating to publish, both young ladies were your personal discoveries weren’t they?” the Artist said, toeing off his loafers and breathing fast as she unbuckled his belt.

“You definitely should! Mojca and Ljuba are my two favorite trainees, confirmed lesbians so they didn’t need much motivation to get sexual!” Natasha said, pulling his pants off, glad that he went commando.

She tossed his pants aside and looked him over, nodding.

“Don Esteban, you could definitely star in one of your flicks, you have a beautiful body!” she said, climbing on the couch next to him.

“That’s quite a compliment, but not as beautiful as yours oh Dios mio!” he said, grunting the last part as she grabbed his erect shaft with her right hand, and engulfed its head in her warm, wet mouth.

The sensations he was experiencing with her were nothing like the clumsy petting and whiney sex his younger playmates gave him during casting sessions. Natalia’s movements were self-assured, pleasurable and exciting.  While it was seek and conquer with the young talent, Natalia offered him a totally new experience. A blowjob that did not feel like blood was being drawn from his dick, and without teeth grating against the shaft. A smooth hand that stroked his shaft with a firm but gentle grip. Firm breasts that pressed against his thigh as she fellated him.

“A mouth that actually feels good on my cock, a hand I can actually feel…perhaps there is a woman worthy of me…my business partner?” He thought disjointedly, lost in pleasurable sensation as she bobbed her head up and down on the head of his cock and stroked his shaft.

She looked up at him, glad of the effect she was having on him.

“Am I pleasuring you?” she asked, coyly.

“You have a talent for understatement Natalia, please carry on!” the Artist said, panting.

“Hm, I have something else in mind now that you’re nice and hard!” she said, getting up.

She straddled him and sat on his cock, riding him cowgirl, shaking her breasts in his face.

“You are so tight…and hot!” the Artist grunted, head swimming in sensation, enjoying every second.

“And your cock feels-so-good!” she said, rolling her hips, a budding orgasm growing in her lower belly.

“You…you move too much, I do not wish to orgasm before you!” the Artist said, feeling his self-control slipping.

“Such a gentleman! Don’t worry Don Esteban, I…I’m close too! I…I…Cum with me! Cum in me! Don’t hold back!”  She yelped, the knowledge that she was making him cum triggering her own orgasm.

“¡DIOS MIO ME CORRO!” The Artist shouted, filling Natalia’s pussy with his man-cream.

Spent, they collapsed in each other’s arms, kissing. She held his face between her hands and smiled.

“Thank you for making me feel so appreciated!” she said.

“Believe me, the pleasure was all mine! Now let’s get dressed. I need to get that new release ready so I can afford your expensive tastes!” he said, with a wink.

She kissed him again and stood up.

“I’ll let you work then, thanks again Don Esteban!” She said, picking up her dress from the floor.

“No my blonde bombshell, thank you” he said, picking up his slacks from the floor.

“Could it be? Up until now I believed no woman was on my level…now I feel I’ve found my match!” he mused, as they got dressed.

GCPD rooftop, 10:45 pm

“What’s up James?” Batman said, popping out of the shadows.

Commissioner Gordon calmly turned around, bringing his coffee to his lips.

“I guess I’m getting used to your mysterious entrances, normally I would have jumped 6 feet in the air by now!” Gordon said, conversationally.

Batman chuckled, as Gordon switched the bat signal off.

“Our Vice Squad has hit a snag…there’s been a resurgence of under-aged prostitutes in Gotham and of so-called barely legal pornography. At first, a lot of it was imported from countries where the legal age is significantly lower, but as my men dug deeper, they found an undercurrent of local product as it were…” Gordon said, taking a deep breath.

“Being a father myself, it turns my stomach that young women, still children! Are seduced into posing nude, or into engaging in sexual acts, mostly with older men…they are well organized Batman, their tracks are covered and scrambled using so many levels of dummy corporations that finding the culprit has been an exercise in frustration. We could certainly use your personal touch.” Gordon said.

Batman nodded thoughtfully.

“I have a few associates who can help us crack this case… I will need a copy of your files on that child porn ring.” Batman said.

“Way ahead of you Batman!” Gordon said with a smile, pulling a flash drive from his pocket.

“Very well James, I’ll keep you posted!” Batman said, jumping over the ledge and landing on the Batwing’s left wing.

“Always so theatrical!” Gordon said with a chuckle, taking another sip of coffee.

Batman sat in the Batwing’s cockpit and the canopy slid shut.

“Batman to Oracle do you copy?” Batman said.

“Oracle here Batman, I guess you spoke with Dad, what’s up?” Oracle replied.

“Looks like Gotham is experiencing a new bout of child pornography. Have Tim and Cassie meet me in the Bat-cave…and see if we can borrow Tiger Snake from the Justice League, I could use his hacker savvy.” Batman said.

“Wonder Woman and Hawkgirl too?” Oracle asked.

“I’d normally say yes, but they are needed with the League…do keep them in the loop though, in case we need reinforcements!” Batman said.

“A sound compromise, Wonder Woman would approve!” Oracle said, teasingly.

“Everybody’s a comedian! On my way to the Bat-cave, Batman out!” Batman said, rolling his eyes, terminating the link.

Meanwhile, in Steven Quinn’s apartment

Cuddled in bed and smiling contentedly after a passionate love-making session, Shayera Hol and Steven Quinn lay there, kissing.

“Hm, I know I’ll have to head back to the Watch Tower for my monitoring shift…but right now, I don’t want to move a muscle. I wish this moment could last forever!” Shayera said in a low purr, as they absent-mindedly listened to the music channel from the bedroom’s TV set.

“Remember when I told you that if it were possible I’d make love to you all day, every day? Today’s been pretty much like that, in bed this morning, on the couch after lunch, on the kitchen table before dinner, and one more round in the bedroom!” Steven said, making her giggle.

“You’ve been focusing on your endurance workouts and supplementing with Maca and Ginseng, and it shows! You’ve been unstoppable today! Kind of like when Rà’s was manipulating your libido with the lust enhancing nanobots, but better, longer-lasting!” Shayera said, leaning in for another kiss.

He returned her kiss, smiling.

“Yeah, both Bruce and I were infected so to speak…to be honest I didn’t need nanobots in my brain to make me horny around you; you do it quite naturally on your own! Now I might sound cheesy saying this…” Steven said, looking deeply into her lovely green eyes.

“Please do!” Shayera said, grinning.

“It would be a sin for me not to cover you with caresses and kisses from head to toes, make sweet love to you until I’ve satisfied you again and again, you deserve no less!” Steven said in a warm voice that gave Shayera goosebumps.

She giggled a bit more and kissed him again.

“Okay, on the cheesy scale I give it a 7 out of 10, and I don’t care! I can brag to the girls in the Watch Tower that I have a bard of my own, singing my praise and waxing poetic…I love it! A bard who always does good on his word of keeping me satisfied, by the way!” Shayera said, as the sound of an incoming communication got their attention.

They reached for their respective communicators on the side tables.

“It’s mine, Oracle’s avatar blinking; I wonder what’s up…” Steven mumbled, opening the link.

“Hey Babs, what’s up?” Steven said with a grin.

He frowned and nodded.

“Yeah, she’s here with me, spending as much time together as possible until her monitoring shift begins…okay, I’ll put you on speaker, hold on…” Steven said, enabling the Bluetooth speakers.

“Hi Shay!” Oracle said.

“Hi Barb, what’s up?” Shayera said, smiling.

“Batman asks if he could borrow Steven for a case requiring his particular skill set. Long story short, Gotham’s Vice Squad has come across a growing number of under aged prostitutes, which led them to an underground network of so-called barely legal pornography. Initially, the confiscated porn was imported from countries where the legal age is significantly lower, but as the Vice Squad dug deeper, they found an undercurrent of local product.” Oracle said.

Steven closed his eyes and let out a frustrated groan.

“Déjà vu all over again…didn’t mean to interrupt you Barbara, go on…” Steven said.

“Don’t worry about it! Thus far, the pornographers managed to cover their tracks and scramble their trail using so many levels of dummy corporations that finding the culprit has been an exercise in frustration, for the GCPD Vice Squad and myself alike. This is where your expertise comes in Steven. Batman says Wonder Woman and Shayera may be needed by the Justice League, so he’s going to rely on Robin, Batgirl and Tiger Snake for backup…but that he will request Shayera and Wonder Woman’s assistance if things get out of hand. ” Oracle said.

Shayera and Steven looked at each other and chuckled.

“Copy that Barbara, tell Bruce I’ll be right over!” Steven said.

“Will do, you guys be careful! Oracle out.” Oracle concluded, terminating the link.

“Okay, I guess I should shower and get dressed…then take a direct transport to the Bat-cave.” Steven said.

“Ditto, and get a direct transport to the Watch Tower…quickie before we go?” Shayera asked, with a mischievous smile.

“Can Superman fly?” Steven said, burying his face between her breasts.

“OH!” Shayera yelped, as Steven’s mouth took her left nipple prisoner, gingerly biting it, licking it and suckling it; making it rock hard.

Without much effort, Shayera rolled him on his back, and impaled her pussy onto his erect cock; making them both grunt, keeping her breasts in his face so he could continue massaging her nipple with his mouth.

“Very good Casanova, but don’t neglect my other boob!” Shayera said, with a blissful look on her face.

“Gladly!” Steven said, releasing her left nipple and taking the offered right nipple prisoner in his mouth, repeating the treatment of gingerly biting, licking and suckling; making both nipples rock hard as Shayera pressed and rubbed her clit against his pubis.

“Man, you’d think my pussy would be sore by now, but no…hell, I’m already getting close! And Steven’s being so rock-steady that he’s going to cum once I’m done, or very close to when I’m cumming…I wanted a quickie and by Ar Rheon, I’m getting one! So fucking close too…” Shayera thought, as a surprise slow-burn orgasm was overtaking her senses.

She grunted loudly, toes curling, fingernails digging into his shoulders.

“Ow, easy with the talons Shay!” Steven grunted, interrupting and resuming his mouth-on-nipple massage.

“Sorry baby, I’m having a slow-burner orgasm…are you getting close? It’s okay to cum Casanova, cum in me, fill my pussy!” Shayera commanded, teeth clenched.

“Don’t have to ask me twice!” Steven said, letting go of her breasts, his hands firmly grabbing the back of her thighs and pumping his cock into her at double-speed.

“Oh yeah…OH YEAH BABY DON’T STOP! FILL MY PUSSY STEVEN, CUM! CUM!” Shayera shouted, still in prey of her slow-burner orgasm, enjoying the rough thrusts.

“Ask-and-you-shall-re-ceive!  Holy SHIT I’m c-UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!” Steven exclaimed, his orgasm exploding within her tight, hot, moist core.

Spent, she collapsed on top of him and they cuddled as they caught their breath.

“Wow, chalk another orgasm for today, you’ve been unstoppable!” Shayera said, smiling blissfully.

“I must admit that I’m surprised myself; I came 5 times today, and my balls don’t even hurt! The Maca and Ginseng might be helping, but I say the credit’s all yours Shay, you bring out the best in me!” Steven said, kissing her.

She giggled charmingly.

“Well then, I’m a victim of my own gift to bring out the best in you: you wore me out! I’m going to need a triple espresso to keep my eyes open during my monitoring shift you bad boy!” Shayera said, giving him a quick peck on the lips before getting out of bed.

“I’ll go fix us some espressos; I have a feeling I’ll need a triple myself!” Steven said, following her out of bed.

“Join me in the shower with the espressos Casanova?” Shayera asked.

“You got it!” Steven said.

Bat-cave 11:30pm

“Steven, long time no see!” Robin said, greeting Tiger Snake with a smile and a handshake.

“Tim, Cassandra, how have you been?” Tiger Snake said, first shaking Robin’s hand and then giving Batgirl a friendly hug.

“Oh the usual, fight crime, fight, make up, make love then repeat!” Batgirl said, casting Robin a teasing grin, making him blush.

“Well…I’d hardly call occasional disagreements fighting…” Robin said, as Tiger Snake and Batgirl chuckled, her perky C-cuppers jiggling underneath her Kevlar bodysuit.

“I’m just teasing you boyfriend, c’m here!” she said, throwing her arms around Robin’s neck and planting a kiss on his lips.

“If the two of you are done playing grab-ass, now that we’re all here how about we get down to business?” Batman said, joining them.

Tiger Snake chuckled as Batgirl released Robin.

“Spoil sport!” Batgirl said, sticking her tongue out at Batman as he had his back turned, opening the GCPD Vice Squad’s files on the Bat-computer.

“Cute Cass, just don’t make a habit of it!” Batman said.

Tiger Snake chuckled some more as Robin and Batgirl exchanged a quizzical glance that meant “how does he know when his back was turned to us?”

“Please come closer and have a look. This is the info that the GCPD Vice Squad has so far on the new wave of illegal porn.  The initial batch of video clips were European imports, mainly from Spain, Croatia and Poland, where the legal age of consent is 16 and 15 respectively.” Batman said.

“16 may pass in certain US States and a few Canadian Provinces…but for the most part it’s 18 years old minimum, 20 in some cases…15 is definitely a no-go around these parts.” Tiger Snake said.

Robin and Batgirl nodded thoughtfully.

“Precisely, not to bring back bad memories Quinn, but there are similarities to the case we were investigating when you got kidnapped.” Batman said.

Tiger Snake sighed and nodded.

“Which revealed to me that Harley Quinn is my cousin…I guess if there’s a silver lining to that sordid affair, it’s that it eventually allowed me to save my cousin from her life of crime.” Tiger Snake said with a shrug.

Robin clapped him on the shoulder and Batgirl smiled.

“More recently, call girls as young as 14 were being arrested by the Vice Squad and sent to Juvie Hall. While poverty may be a leading factor in young women prostituting themselves, those young ladies were dressed in Prada and Chanel, wearing genuine diamond and emerald jewelry, and driven around in limousines.  The drivers were hired through employment agencies and paid through said agencies. Their records of the hiring parties led to multiple dummy corporations.” Batman said.

“Child porn, child prostitution, what a mess…” Robin said.

Batman nodded.

“Those same dummy corporations are behind the distribution of a new batch of porn flicks…a few of them featuring some of the young ladies currently serving time in Juvie. Those aren’t spy camera footage of them having sex with clients, they are studio filmed so-called taboo scenes with older men. Our job is to find the source and shut it down.” Batman said.

“So what’s the plan?” Tiger Snake asked.

“First we need to sort through the dummy corporations and hopefully find a link to the culprit.” Batman said.

“Our pal Ozzy might have some dirt on the child porn and prostitution ring, he’s been pretty cooperative with me not to breach his parole; I could pay him a visit.” Robin said.

“Good idea Robin, but be careful. Cobblepot might be trustworthy, but the patrons of his establishment might have an issue with your paying him a visit.” Batman said.

“I’ll go with, it’s my job to watch his cute ass!” Batgirl said, with a mischievous grin.

“Cassandra, a bit of decorum please?” Batman said, as Tiger Snake used every ounce of self-control not to burst out laughing out loud.

Batman shot Tiger Snake an annoyed look, then shrugged and chuckled.

“Okay Batgirl and Robin, see what you can find out from the Penguin…looks like it’s up to you and I to sort through the maze of dummy corporations Quinn! Pull up a chair, we have our work cut out for us.” Batman said.

Batman and Tiger Snake sat at the Bat computer while Robin and Batgirl walked to the Redbird and Batgirl cycle.

So a Robin, a Bat and a Penguin met at a bar one night…

“Are you sure he’ll cooperate with us Robin?” Batgirl asked.

“He sometimes needs a bit of motivation, but he knows if he wants to stay in business, he needs to keep his nose clean and play ball.” Robin replied, as they rode their respective rides in stealth mode.

He smiled.

“I’m glad you volunteered to watch my back Batgirl…we make a good team!” Robin said, unable to repress a blush.

“In more ways than one huh, you bad boy?” Batgirl said, casting him a furtive sideways glance.

“To paraphrase our pal Tiger Snake, please, not in public!” Robin said, grinning, Batgirl chuckling charmingly.

“We’re getting close, service entrance to avoid a mob scene?” Batgirl asked.

“Good idea, let’s take the second right.” Robin said.

They turned, and made their way to the Nightclub’s service entrance.

They parked the Redbird and Batgirl cycle, and walked towards the service entrance.  The guard posted at the entrance saw them, rolled his eyes and sighed, picking up his walkie-talkie.

“Hey boss, you got visitors…the bird boy and the girl bat.” He said.

“Let them in, I’ll wait for them in the VIP room.” The Penguin’s voice replied.

The guard nodded and opened the door, letting Batgirl and Robin in.

“Charming looking fellow…” Batgirl said in a low voice, after the door closed behind them.

“We crossed paths a few times. Now he knows to call his boss before deciding he wants to get physical with me.” Robin said, smirking.

The sound of loud music and rowdy patrons grew louder.

“Now I know why Penguin wanted to meet us in the VIP room, better soundproofed I take it?” Batgirl said, raising her voice to be heard.

“Yep…I won’t say it’s used for shall we say…intimate contact between patrons and female employees…but I won’t say it isn’t either. Oswald gets leeway in exchange for being our eyes and ears in the criminal world.” Robin replied.

Batgirl nodded, as he opened the door to the fabled VIP room.  Dimly lit with colored neons and furnished with a large red leather couch, a small platform for the performer and a table with a champagne bucket and an ashtray, the VIP room was indeed well soundproofed and smelled of the Penguin’s Havana’s. Puffing on his cigar, the Penguin greeted them, sitting on the couch.

“Welcome young ones, you’ll forgive me if I don’t get up, my arthritic knee is very bad today…to what do I owe the honor? The Vice Squad has already been buzzing around my Club like flies around rotten fish, now you two show up…something bad must be happening in Old Gotham City!” Penguin said, repressing a cough.

“The fact that you’re still in business proves that they found no evidence of any involvement on your part in the case they’ve stumbled upon…for instance that your performers are all of legal age.” Robin said, crossing his arms.

Penguin grunted and nodded, taking another puff of cigar and struggling to repress another cough.

“You really should quit smoking Oswald, it doesn’t agree with you!” Batgirl said, with a subtle smirk.

He chuckled, coughing a bit more.

“You’re right cutie, but nicotine addiction is hard to kick…so, the police visits here were linked to under-aged sex workers.” The Penguin said, pensively.

“Looks like you were out of the loop.” Robin said.

“Managing this Nightclub while keeping up with my plea bargain is a full-time job in itself…take it for what it’s worth, but there’s a rumor going around that a man calling himself the Artist has been seen in our so-called Red Light district, peddling import smut…” Penguin said, taking another puff from his cigar.

Rather than inhaling it, he blew the smoke sideways. Batgirl and Robin looked at each other.

“I’ll message Oracle, and see if she has any info on that Artist.” Batgirl said, pulling out her secure smartphone from her utility belt.

“And what do you know about that Artist Oswald?” Robin asked.

Penguin coughed, looked at his cigar and shook his head. He reached for the ashtray on the side table and put his cigar out. He sighed.

“Well, I personally never met the guy, but one of my bouncers told me that a few weeks ago, a guy approached him asking to see me.  He asked him what was the purpose of his visit, and he told my bouncer point blank that he had a bunch of performers looking for work, young performers that would, quote, increase my business tenfold.  My bouncer asked him just how young are we talking about, and he said: 15, 14 if need be.” Penguin said, with a disgusted wince.

“Which would have landed you back in Prison had the Vice Squad found you employing under-aged strippers!” Batgirl said, typing on her smartphone.

“Damn right! So, my bouncer roughed him up and threw him out. He never came back. When my bouncer told me what had happened, I bought him a drink and paid him a big fat bonus. I can’t guarantee you it was the Artist, but…” Penguin said, smiling.

“But it certainly fits the profile, and it’s a start! Thanks Oswald, we’ll take the service exit…as far as your patrons are concerned, we were never here.” Robin said.

“Bye Oswald, take care of that cough now!” Batgirl said with a wink, still typing.

“You two watch your backs out there!” Penguin said, returning her wink.

“You’re the closest thing I have to friends…”  Penguin mumbled, after they had left.

Meanwhile in the Bat-cave

“And here it is Bruce…our culprit was crafty but I’m a stubborn S.O.B.” Tiger Snake said with a satisfied smile, hunched over the Bat Computer’s keyboard.

“Steven, I’ll be treating you and Shayera to a Surf and Turf dinner! What do you have?” Batman asked, indulging in a smile of his own.

“Well, like the GCPD and Oracle already figured out, the dummy Corporations’ Websites are bogus. They certainly look professional enough, but they use public domain sites, which are highly unsecure. The contact numbers provided are either discontinued or burner cellular numbers, so dead end there. Which left us with the email addresses.” Tiger Snake said.

“I thought they also used free public domain addresses like the Websites did?”  Batman said.

“They did, but there’s a twist: each free email provider our perp used required an established account in order to be activated. So our smart-Alec activates one legitimate email address from his Internet provider, then a second one, say, from Google. He then opens one with Hotmail using the Google address as the established email address, and so-on and so-forth.” Tiger Snake said.

“Thus after repeating the process, say 100 times, he’s nearly impossible to find; especially if the original email was setup under a pseudonym!” Batman said.

“Bingo…and he opened quite a few across the Globe to really cover his tracks: email addresses setup in the U.S., Cuba, the Canary Islands, Russia, France, Ireland, Spain, Croatia and Canada, only to lead right back here. The original email address is U.S. based, and you’re gonna love this: it’s theartistsworkshop@Imagenius.org.” Tiger Snake said, repressing an urge to laugh.

“Oh, he has an ego does he?  That’s great work Steven, let’s update Oracle, Robin and Batgirl!” Batman said, typing a few commands to open a video conference call.

Oracle answered first.

“Good timing Batman I was about to contact you. Batgirl just texted me, according to the Penguin, there’s a new shady character in town, goes under the name the Artist.” Oracle said, adjusting her glasses.

Batman and Tiger Snake looked at each other and smiled.

“It all fits!  Our pal Tiger Snake managed to sort through the maze of dummy corporations and found us another solid lead. Oracle, if you could look up this email address for us? theartistsworkshop@Imagenius.org. If we’re really lucky, we’ll have an actual residential address rather than a P.O. Box.” Batman said.

“I’ll get right on it, if it’s a P.O. Box I’ll get a Court Order to have the records released by the USPS; we’re talking about stopping a child pornographer here, hell, for all we know he might be a child molester to top it all off! If you’re trying to reach Batgirl and Robin, they’re on their way back to the Bat-cave and unable to video chat at the moment!” Oracle said, smiling.

“A sound precaution of course. We’ll update them when they get here…I guess it’s Surf and Turf all around for the team once this is over, you too Barbara!” Batman said.

“Oh, bribing me with food are you? Sounds like Alfred’s going to be busy!” Oracle said.

“Actually…if anyone deserves a break, it’s our Alfred, Surf and Turf for him too!” Batman said.

Alfred had chosen that very moment to show up in the Bat-cave with a pot of coffee, cream and sweetener and finger sandwiches on a platter.

“Oh, Alfred let me help you!” Tiger Snake said, bringing a small table near Alfred so he could put the tray down.

“Much obliged Mister Quinn, and Master Bruce, Turf only for me. As you know I am allergic to shellfish.” Alfred pleasantly said as he put down the tray on the small table.

“Of course Alfred, though I meant it when I said you deserved a break!” Batman said.

Alfred smiled and bowed courteously.

“That is indeed much appreciated master Bruce. It is rather late, with your permission, I shall retire for the night.” Alfred said.

“By all means Alfred, have a restful sleep!” Batman said, smiling.

“Thank you sir. Mister Quinn, Miss Gordon, good night and good hunting.” Alfred said, taking his leave.

“Good night Alfred!”  Oracle said.

“Sleep well Alfred!” Tiger Snake said.

Bat-cave, later that night

After a briefing session, the team awaited the results of Oracle’s research, as Tiger Snake conducted a search of his own using the Bat-Computer.

“I have complete faith in Barbara’s skills, but I get fidgety when I wait…and besides, two heads are better than one, or so I’ve heard…ow…” Tiger Snake said, with a wince.

“Are you okay Steven?” Robin asked.

“Yeah, just a back spasm. That darned spot beneath the right shoulder blade flares up when I get tense…and my posture gets pretty sloppy when I get engrossed in computer work…” Tiger Snake said, clenching his jaws as he stretched.

“And yep, tension headache triggered by the back spasm…any endorphin-releasing acupressure points you could recommend Bruce? A muscle-relaxant would knock me right out and I need to stay alert.” Tiger Snake said, looking at Batman.

“Oh, allow me Steven, I know Shiatsu!” Batgirl said, smiling.

“She’s actually quite good at it Steven, taught me quite a lot in medicine-free pain relief!” Robin said.

“Cassandra, you are a little angel of mercy, I leave my aching upper body in your capable hands!” Tiger snake said, smiling.

Batgirl stepped behind him while Batman and Robin observed them with a subtle smirk.

“Now I must warn you, it’ll feel pretty sore at first!” Batgirl said.

“Kiddo, I’ve survived being stretched and massaged by Shayera Hol, trust me I can handle your…holy mother f WHOA!” Tiger Snake exclaimed, his shout echoing through the Bat Cave, nearly blurting out “mother fucker”.

Batman and Robin chuckled as Batgirl massaged Tiger Snake’s upper back with a mischievous grin.

“You were saying tough guy?” Batgirl smugly said.

“No warm up rub, straight to the pressure points huh? Okay Cass, you got the right idea using your argh! Elbow in the pressure points, just go a bit lower please, past the ugh! Tip of the shoulder blade…there! Now lean in, apply more pressure until that knot loosens…” Tiger Snake said, teeth clenched.

“I’m impressed, you’re in pain but ask for more pressure! You got it Steven, once that knot loosens, I’ll apply pressure to your traps and the back of your neck. That should help your tension headache.” Batgirl said, putting a bit more weight on the knot beneath Tiger Snake’s shoulder blade.

Tiger Snake replied with a thumbs up gesture, as his back spasm began to recede. Robin nodded and applauded.

“I’m impressed too, she did make you scream at first, but you’re asking for more without even so much as a moan! You have one heck of a mind-body control!” Robin said with a nod.

“Don’t forget our friend Steven is a trained Martial Artist, pain control comes with the territory.” Batman said.

“Sort of…I basically shut out the pain, ignore it…it still hurts but my brain focuses on the task at hand.  At the end of the day, the cause of the pain still needs to be treated to avoid injury.” Tiger Snake said, as Batgirl now focused on his trapezius.

“Comes in handy in our line of business for sure, though you’re right, fixing the cause of the pain is equally important to avoid injury…am I helping Steven?” Batgirl asked.

“Young lady, you have deceptively strong hands: I can feel that massage through the Kevlar suit! Are you helping? Yes you are…in fact, my headache is receding!” Tiger Snake said, his wince turning into a smile.

The Bat-Computer’s screen blinked, announcing an incoming video call from Oracle.

“Okay guys, we have a one-track minded Artist here…it would seem that he currently operates out of the Gotham Artists Community.” Oracle said.

Batman’s jaw dropped, shocked. He inhaled deeply, trying to keep calm.

“So you’re telling me that a Wayne Foundation-funded project is harboring a child-pornographer…” Batman said, in a sombre tone of voice.

“It would appear so…coincidentally, the community’s director, Christine Waterson, hasn’t been seen or heard from for the past few weeks.” Oracle said.

“She was overdue for vacation time, but a few weeks consecutive is more than she normally takes. I don’t believe in coincidences, Christine isn’t the type to just go on extended leave on a whim, without proper notice.” Batman said.

“You suspect foul play?” Batgirl asked.

“I’m not ruling it out. Thanks Oracle, we’re taking it from here. Guys, saddle up.  We have a major clean-up job to do, and once we’re done, we’ll have to increase security measures at the Gotham Artists Community...it was intended to be a YMCA of sorts, for artists to have a roof over their heads while they develop their craft, not to be a lair for child pornographers and proxenetists!” Batman said, disgusted.

“I guess I’ll have to mooch a ride in the Batmobile…” Tiger Snake said, pensively.

“You could…or you could use the little surprise I prepared for you, show him Robin!” Batman said, pointing toward the motorcycles dock.

Tiger Snake followed Robin and Batgirl, smiled and nodded at the sight.

“I take it you know how to ride a motorcycle?” Robin asked, smiling.

“Can the Flash vibrate through solid objects? Sweet ride, thanks Bruce!” Tiger Snake said, smiling.

“To keep within the Snake theme, I call it the Cobra! Ride carefully, and meet you at the G.A.C. Building!” Batman said, joining them.

“The Cobra, very à propos! Let’s give it its maiden mission!” Tiger Snake said excitedly.

“Now don’t get too excited and be careful, Shayera will tan my hide if you get into an accident; and then she’ll bet the tar out of you once you’re fully healed!” Batman said, indulging in a smirk as he walked to the Batmobile.

“Definitely an incentive to be extra careful!” Tiger Snake said, putting on a helmet.

“While it goes without saying, use extreme care while we perform our cleanup. The so-called Artist is living within a community of legitimate artists, who are innocent of any wrong-doing.” Batman said.

“Perhaps a bit of recon before entering the building would be advisable?” Robin said.

“Tim, that’s a great idea.  Rather than the Batmobile, I’ll take the Batwing in stealth mode and perform a few infra-red scans. In case you’re wondering Quinn, the motorcycles also have a stealth mode.  Needless to say your rides need to be whisper quiet tonight.” Batman said.

“The Gotham Artists Community is at the bottom of Cypress Hill in a wooded area. It would give us a good vantage point to observe at a safe distance with the Bat-binoculars.” Batgirl said.

“Another good idea! Obviously, everybody keep in constant radio contact…and we may require the chameleon device of your suit Quinn.” Batman said.

“I’m here to help! So are we saddling up or what? I’m eager to ride the Cobra!” Tiger Snake said, excitedly rubbing his hands together.

Batman indulged in another out-of-character chuckle.

“Yes, let’s get going!” Batman said, walking toward the Batwing’s launch pad.

Meanwhile, in the Gotham Artists Community

Engrossed in the editing of his latest feature, one of the few young lesbian flicks he ever filmed; the Artist ignored the uncomfortable bulge in his pants, focused on obtaining the perfect so-called masterpiece.

“Zoom in on frames 156 to 179, the boom is visible…delete frames 77 to102 and 280 to366, the camera’s visible in the mirror…while I have little taste for lesbian sex, the Catholic Schoolgirl fetish sells for a premium.” the Artist thought, glad that digital editing simplified his task.

A knock at the door got his attention. He rolled his eyes and hit pause.

“Come in!” the Artist answered in an annoyed voice.

“Uh boss?” Sidney Debris said in a quiet voice.

After being paroled and choosing the life of an artist as opposed to the life of a criminal, crime still found Sidney when the Artist came to Gotham City and selected the Gotham Artists Community as his new residence.

“I’m royally screwed if the police raids us…but at least the boss pays well.” Sidney thought as he entered the Artist’s Studio.

“Yes Sidney, I apologise for my curt tone. What seems to be the issue?” the Artist said, his expression changing from annoyed to pleasant.

“No worries boss…Miss Natasha said she forgot to ask for her girls’ wages for the week when she saw you earlier, and Ms. Waterson tried to escape through her third-floor window, Frankie caught her before she could slide down the gutter and I had to help him sedate her. We’re going to have to figure out a different way to handle her boss…keeping her drugged up like that can’t be too healthy, and your orders were to not harm her.” Sidney said in his trademark subdued voice.

The Artist sighed and nodded.

“Greedy indeed…” he mumbled as he stood up from his computer desk and walked to his safe.

Sidney removed his glasses and turned his back, making the Artist chuckle.

“Your efforts to prove to me that you are trustworthy and won’t sneak a peek to get the safe’s combination are not going unnoticed Sidney, this is why I trust you and made you my second in command.” The Artist said, opening his safe.

He pulled out a thick envelope as Sidney put his glasses back on. He turned around to face his boss.

“Natasha’s wages as well as her girls’. She more than earned it…I mean they more than earned it.” The Artist said, handing Sidney the envelope.

He reached inside the safe again and pulled out a small bottle.                           

“As far as Ms. Waterson goes…I wanted to avoid this, but here, take those. Since she’s already sedated, one pill will suffice and put her in a deep sleep. She’s not unconscious at the moment is she?” The Artist asked.

“Conscious but…I believe the expression is couch locked? Not to dispute your instructions, but how would I make her swallow a pill if she refuses to cooperate? Giving her a sedative shot is one thing but…” Sidney asked.

“A legitimate concern, the last thing we want is for her to choke to death. Be charming, tell her you want to help her escape, that you were coerced into following me. Share a glass of champagne with her to toast your pact, but slip a pill into her glass.” The Artist said, handing the bottle to Sidney.

Sidney looked at the bottle, with an uncomfortable expression on his face.

“What if this poisons her?” He wondered privately, pocketing the bottle.

“That drug causes amnesia when mixed with alcohol. Once she’s passed out, bring her to a Motel in the outskirts of town, get a room and make sure she’s comfortable…in fact, make sure she’s lying on her side, this way she won’t aspirate if she vomits.  I’ll give you money from petty cash for the room. Then, call the police from one of the burner cells, tell them you have an anonymous tip on Ms. Waterson’s whereabouts and destroy the phone before coming back. They’ll find her, she’ll be fine, and won’t remember what’s happening here.” The Artist said.

Sidney nodded.

“You got it boss, I might need help carrying her to the car, then from the car to her Motel room.” Sidney said.

“Fair point, get Dicky to give you a hand, tell him the boss is moving Ms. Waterson to a neutral location, that she’ll be too drugged out of her skull to give any information of substance to the police.” The Artist said, scratching his beard.

“I’m on it, I’ll straighten out Natasha, then put your plan into action with Ms. Waterson, Dicky and I get along fine!” Sidney said, taking his leave.

“And now, to finish my Lesbian Schoolgirl fantasy masterpiece…” the Artist thought, returning to his computer.

Later that night

As the Cadillac Eldorado carrying the unconscious Christine Waterson made its way to the nearest Motel outside of the City Limits, the Batwing silently scanned the Gotham Artists Community grounds.

“Batman to team, I’m detecting one heat signature in the Workshop building, everything looks quiet in the living quarters themselves.  I see two heat signatures walking back and forth in front of the workshop, can you get a fix?” Batman said.

“Batgirl here, zeroing in on the Workshop’s front lawn…got it. Well, well, we have Rupert Thorne alumni here! Frankie and Eddie G. are on guard duty!” Batgirl said.

“Armed?” Batman asked.

“You know it, I can’t make out the make or caliber, but they are definitely carrying handguns…there mustn’t have been a whole lot of fireworks in the area since none of the people in residence ever called the police.” Batgirl said.

“If former Thorne associates are involved, the residents are likely too intimidated to come forward.” Robin said.

“Good point Robin, Christine on the other hand isn’t the type to get intimidated, God only knows what’s happened to her.” Batman replied.

“Okay, I guess this is where the chameleon device comes in…” Tiger Snake said, tapping the button on his belt.

“Okay Tiger Snake, still be careful and go into radio silence until the sentries are neutralized. I’ll find a space to land.” Batman said.

“Switching communicator off, see you guys in a few minutes.” Tiger Snake said, putting his communicator on mute.

“Good luck Snake!” Batgirl said.

“Have fun!" Robin said.

“Thanks guys, I intend to! Say, does the Cobra also have a cloaking device? I don’t think my chameleon device would cover the ride…” Tiger Snake asked, looking at his motorcycle.

“You bet your snakeskin boots, second button top left on the control panel!” Robin said, smiling.

“Silent and invisible…I’m glad you’re on our side Snake!” Batgirl said, with a grin.

He straddled the Cobra, and it also disappeared from view. Like a ghost, Tiger Snake made his way to the Gotham Artists Community buildings.

Unaware of the team’s arrival, Frankie and Eddie G. paused for a smoke break in the middle of the front lawn.

“This is the life eh Frankie? Security work sure beats whatever boss Thorne used to have us do…that babe Natasha is sure easy on the eyes!” Eddie said, offering Frankie a cigarette.

“Thanks Ed, sure feels like easy street!  The models and actresses Miss Natasha brings in for the boss sure are lookers too, if I had my way…”  Frankie said, his voice trailing off as he lit up.

Eddie also lit up and took a long drag. He exhaled, shaking his head no.

“None for me thanks, way too green for my taste. Agreed there are some perverts out there who get their jollies fucking them or watching them fuck…the boss is sure taking his chances peddling that shit, but as long as I’m well paid and I’m in the clear should the cops raid the place, all good.” Eddie said, flicking his ashes.

Frankie blushed and took a drag, looking away for a few seconds.

“How do you figure, we have a record, even if we weren’t involved in the peddling itself, we profited from the crime didn’t we? And Thorne ain’t there to pay our lawyers or our bail!” Frankie said.

“Another reason to steer clear from jailbait Frankie.  Besides, the law ain’t wise to us.  The Boss has covered his tracks so well there’s no way we can be traced.” Eddie said.

A sound got their attention, the sound of footsteps on wet grass. Frankie snapped to attention and drew his gun, doing an about-face. Calmer, Eddie drew his gun, performing a 360.

“Nothing…” he mumbled.

“So you heard it too?” Frankie asked.

“Yeah…but there’s nobody around. The only guy I know who can turn invisible is the Martian, but he can fly, so we wouldn’t have heard any footsteps.” Eddie said, looking at the ground, looking for a shadow.

“Good luck finding my shadow in this darkness punk, though I blew my chances at messing with them before knocking them out…oh well, I’ll give it a shot!” Tiger Snake thought, using a quieter pace, steadying his breathing.

Quietly, he walked near Frankie and Eddie, until he was standing right next to them.

“Soap and water ain’t that expensive dudes! Neither’s toothpaste, ashtray breaths! Good thing my suit’s also bullet proof, though at this close range it’ll leave a mark…” Tiger Snake thought.

“Okay whatever you are, show yourself and avoid lots of pain…Eddie and I can start firing back to back and go in a circle, we’ll hit you eventually!” Frankie shouted.

“Yeah good job telling him our plan bonehead!” Eddie said, teeth clenched.

“Who you callin’ a bonehead a-hole?” Frankie shouted.

Tiger Snake repressed an urge to laugh as the two hitmen were now arguing nose to nose.

“You, you dick-head!” Eddie shouted back.

“Shit for brains!” Frankie retorted.

“Figlio di puttana!” Eddie shouted.

“Oh insulting me in Italian now, mother fucker?” Frankie shouted back.

Tiger Snake picked that moment to switch off his chameleon device.

“HIYA!” Tiger Snake shouted, startling both men who shrieked a loud “AAH!”

Taking advantage of the effect of surprise, Tiger Snake punched Eddie G. on the chin, knocking him down. Confused, Frankie pointed a shaky gun at Tiger Snake, at a loss for words. Tiger Snake grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm, pointing the gun away from his chest. Surprise and confusion made way to fury as Frankie now struggled with Tiger Snake, trying to point his gun back at him.

“Okay, since you won’t let go…” Tiger Snake said, putting a foot in Frankie’s midsection and rolling on his back, tossing Frankie overhead in a basic Judo throw.

Frankie landed on his back with a dull thud letting out a painful grunt, but never letting go of his Smith and Wesson. Tiger Snake got to his feet and stomped on his wrist, forcing him to let go.  He kicked the gun away and pinned Frankie with a knee on the chest, removing one glove.

“Son of a bitch!” Frankie yelled, grabbing Tiger Snake’s leg and managing to shove him off.

Frankie got to his hands and knees, looking for his gun as Tiger Snake fell on his rear, dropping his glove on the grass.

“Okay, got cocky there…” Tiger Snake mumbled, picking up his glove and slipping it between his belt and body. He then got back to his feet.

He took a quick glance at Eddie G. to make certain he was indeed knocked out, and then went after Frankie. Before Frankie could reach his gun, Tiger Snake grabbed him by the hair with his gloved hand and pulled him up in kneeling position.

“Argh, let go mother fucker!” Frankie grunted, teeth clenched.

“I could snap your neck right now…but dead men don’t talk. Christine Waterson’s whereabouts, NOW. And I’d like to have a chat with your boss.” Tiger Snake said in his most menacing voice.

“Yeah fuck you! Like the boss lets us in on his master plans! Yank my hair all you want, twist my neck ‘til I’m lookin’ backwards, I ain’t tellin’ you shit!” Frankie said, with a defiant grin.

“Okay, so in other words you’re useless, and I’m in a hurry so…” Tiger Snake said, pie-facing Frankie with his ungloved hand, delivering a dose of paralyzing toxin straight to the brain.

He let go of Frankie who collapsed limply to the ground. He slipped his glove back on and re-enabled his communicator.

“Tiger Snake to team, Frankie-boy and Eddie-G are both down for the count.  I’ll restrain them and meet you guys here to search the premises…lots of units to cover.” Tiger Snake said, pulling a set of zip-tie restraints from his belt.

“Acknowledged Tiger Snake, we’ll be with you momentarily.” Batman replied.

Moments later

“We’re approaching the workshops building Batman, looks like Tiger Snake is already there!” Robin said.

“I’m disembarking the Batwing, I’ll be there shortly. One of you assist him in searching the workshops, the other help me secure the living quarters and make sure the occupants are safe.” Batman said.

Batgirl leaned in and stole a quick peck on Robin’s lips before he could reply.

“I’ll meet you at the living quarters, Batman. Robin will help our scaly friend!” Batgirl said.

Robin cast her an enamored look and wrapped his arms around her, unable to help himself.

“Acknowledged, proceed with great care.” Batman said.

Robin and Batgirl kissed again.

“You be safe okay?” Robin said in a low voice.

“Right back at you!” Batgirl whispered back.

They released their embrace and went their respective ways.  Robin caught up with Tiger Snake.

“Looks like we have workshop duty Robin?” Tiger Snake said.

“Looks like it, the photography and cinematography studios are on the top floor, and sure enough, look!” Robin said, pointing at the top floor.

“Looks like we have an Artist burning the midnight oil, shall we?” Tiger Snake said.

“By all means!” Robin said, pleasantly.

“Only two guards, I wonder how many more inside the buildings.” Tiger Snake said, opening the door.

“Only one way to find out, though to my knowledge, only three of Thorne’s goons were paroled, well four if you count Sid Debris “the Batman killer”…but he’s harmless.” Robin said.

“Seeing that Batman’s still alive, I’m sure there’s a story in there somewhere…” Tiger Snake said as they entered.

Robin chuckled.

“Sid was a low-level employee of Thorne’s. He was at the wrong place at the wrong time and believed he’d accidentally killed Batman. Batman used the fact that he was believed to be dead to shadow him and help him nail Thorne…and even the Joker who tried to murder Sid for depriving him of the pleasure of doing it himself. Sid was left in peace in prison as he was the man who nearly killed Batman.” Robin said as they got to the staircase.

“And all four men are paroled at the same time… two of them are located here, employed by the Artist…too coincidental.” Tiger Snake said as they climbed the stairs.

“Batman doesn’t believe in coincidences, and quite frankly, neither do I. Underaged porn must really rake in the cash if the Artist paid off parole board officers to get them released.” Robin said.

“You may be right, but let’s not jump to conclusions so quickly. What we’re sure of thus far, is that two of Rupert Thorne’s former associates were found on the premises, and are currently employed by the Artist. If we’re lucky, he’s the one in the top floor studio with the lights still on. If we’re really lucky, we’ll find him and enough evidence to put him behind bars.” Tiger Snake said, lowering his voice as they neared the top of the stairs.

“Very wise my friend, though in our line of business, we always tend to jump to the worst-case scenario. Third door on the right…” Robin said, also keeping his voice down.

“Shall you do the honors?” Tiger Snake asked, smiling.

“You bet!” Robin said with a grin.

Robin took a karate stance and kicked the door open.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?” The Artist screamed, spinning his chair around.

Robin and Tiger Snake entered the studio and the Artist stood up. Tiger Snake’s temper flared as he recognized the man standing before them.

“Slick Garcia!” Tiger Snake growled, taking a swing at the Artist’s jaw, knocking him down.

“Snake, what the hell?” Robin exclaimed, stepping in between Tiger Snake and Garcia.

“That’s Don Esteban Garcia de la Cerda, or the Artist to you, scale face!” Garcia said, rubbing his sore jaw, not realizing he had just incriminated himself.

“I take it you know the Artist then, Tiger Snake?” Robin asked, rolling his eyes.

“Unfortunately, I do now. Our Artist is none other than Slick Garcia, your typical scammer…” Tiger Snake said.

“Entrepreneur!” Garcia corrected, trying to get to his feet.

“Paparazzi…” Tiger Snake said.

“Investigative reporter and artistic photographer!” Garcia corrected, standing upright, wiping the blood trickling from his mouth.

“Blackmailer…” Tiger Snake said.

“A simple misunderstanding, I merely negotiated an out-of-court settlement with one of my former associates.” Garcia said, with a dismissive shrug.

“Child pornographer…” Tiger Snake said.

“Untrue! I AM an artist! In Spain, the legal age for consensual sex is 16, the young ladies featured in my pictures and erotica films were 16 and older! All documented and with written consent!” Garcia exclaimed defensively.

“Which may hold true in Spain, however around these parts, the legal age is 18; 20 in more conservative States…thus, your so-called art is illegal here.” Robin said.

“And your more recent recruits from Poland and Croatia were 15 if they were a day!” Tiger Snake said, resisting the urge to kick Garcia in the head.

“And that is definitely illegal in America.” Robin said, his eyes going from Garcia to Tiger Snake, worried that Tiger Snake would take another swing.

“Miss Natasha supplies me with those recruits. Offer and demand you see, and there is a high demand for young talent. Besides, they go from abject poverty to being driven around in limousines, dressed in Chanel and Prada and eating steak, caviar, and quail eggs.” Garcia said, with a derisive snort.

“I see, so you see no problem with corrupting them, convincing them that prostituting themselves is the way to go for a few years of easy money? And what happens once they’re too old to satisfy the demand for underaged talent?”  Robin asked, casting Garcia a disgusted look.

“Then they’re free to go, start their own business, and do whatever they please!” Garcia said.

“In other words, you discard them, devil may care if they don’t know how to manage their money right?” Tiger Snake said.

“I run a business, not a Charity or a School!” Garcia said, rolling his eyes.

Tiger Snake lurched at the Artist who recoiled, as Robin held Tiger Snake back.

“Why you mother fucker! A business huh? Remember the business deal you made with Pam Isley and Harleen Quinzell a few years ago?” Tiger Snake growled.

Garcia shrugged nervously and silently mouthed a few words in his defense, which remained inaudible.

“Yeah, damn straight! Once he realized his materials were illegal here, he needed to liquidate his assets, and fast; the FBI and Justice League were closing in on him you see. So he sold Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn a bill of goods, convincing them that his materials would bring them ten times their investment on the black market. All for a measly $100.000.00 price tag.” Tiger Snake said.

“A simple business transaction, whether or not they obtained the money by robbing a few Banks was none of my concern.” Garcia said, once again shrugging it off.

“He managed to slip through the cracks while Harley, Ivy, and their merry band of Villainesses including Star Sapphire, Giganta, and Catwoman who were in breach of parole were left holding the bag. And now, the so-called Artist makes a comeback with child prostitution and new smut!” Tiger Snake said.

“Not smut, erotic art! I am an Avant-garde David Hamilton, the new Andrew Warhol! Stop slandering my art!” Garcia shouted, insulted.

“Yeah, you wish! Hamilton was a talented photographer with a weakness for younger women, while in my opinion, Warhol was an overrated hack…and your ‘art’ is nowhere near as good as theirs!” Tiger Snake barked, still held back by Robin.

“You seem to have a personal issue here scale face, how did I cross you?” Garcia said with a smug grin.

“You don’t think exploiting under-aged women is reason enough you sicko? And unless you want another punch in the face, I’d shut up if I were you, I won’t be able to hold him back forever!” Robin said, enjoying the terrified look on the Artist’s face as he held Tiger Snake back.

Meanwhile in the living quarters

Quietly and efficiently, Batman and Batgirl evacuated the many residents who had up until then been too frightened and intimidated to call for help.

“We’ve evacuated most of the artists listed in the downstairs directory, but still no underaged “talent” so far Batman.” Batgirl said in a low voice as they climbed the stairs to the last floor.

“They are either on this top floor or held prisoner in the basement. While the ones already brainwashed into becoming sexual objects are paraded in limousines and designer clothes, I have a hunch the newer “talent” might be a bit harder to convince.” Batman said.

“Especially if the new girls are having second thoughts and want to take off! Then again, they could also be held in an entirely different location for safekeeping” Batgirl said.

“And indoctrinating…I’m hopeful that we can find them quickly, and that the Wayne Foundation can provide them with adequate education and job training.” Batman said.

The sound of heels clicking on the floor could be heard from the far end of the corridor. Batgirl cast Batman an inquisitive glance.

“Yes, I heard it too.” Batman said in a low voice.

“I think I saw someone move quickly out of view to the right at the end of the corridor.” Batgirl whispered.

“Care to begin our evacuation of the floor with that unit?” Batman asked with a subtle smirk.

“Try to stop me!” Batgirl said with a grin.

Quietly, they walked to the end of the corridor and stood before the last door on the right, noticing it was ajar. Carefully, Batman pushed it open and they entered.

“The Wayne Foundation sure pampers those artists…this unit is bigger than the apartment I share with...you know who!” Batgirl said in a low voice.

“The architect who won the contract was an artist himself, wanted studios and living quarters that were inspiring, where blooming artists could blossom…though I have to admit this particular unit is over the top luxurious…and I can guarantee you that marble floor wasn’t in the original blueprints.” Batman said in a quiet voice, as they walked towards the living room.

“And that furniture looks like it was pulled straight out of the latest Coco Chanel catalog, what’s wrong with this picture?” Batgirl mumbled, feeling a bit envious.

A powerful, sweet fragrance got their attention.

“Speaking of Chanel…okay, whoever you are, let’s make our lives easy. We have no intention of hurting you. You can quit the hide and seek game.” Batman said in a louder tone of voice.

A charming, almost musical laughter got their attention, coming from the study.

“Ah, da…but play hide and seek more fun! Always wear perfume when about to have party with guests, da?” the feminine voice replied from the study.

Batman looked at Batgirl with a subtle smirk on his lips.

“Not a bad Russian accent, though I do detect a French inflection in your speech!” Batman said as they walked in the direction of the study.

“Very astute pointy ears, though I bet you know very little of me.” The woman said, dropping the Russian accent.

“Based on the case we’re covering, your French-inflected Russian accent and your expensive tastes in décor and French perfume, I would venture to say that you are Natalia Ivanova Sokolov, better known as Miss Natasha to Interpol and a dozen other agencies. One who enjoys an enviable role with the World Organized Crime Syndicate as their North American liaison in charge of underaged girls trafficking.” Batman said, Batgirl casting him an impressed look.

“Then I am flattered that the legendary Batman knows who I am…then you also know I am not to be trifled with.” Miss Natasha said.

“Oh for Pete’s sake enough jibber-jabber!” Batgirl said with annoyance, walking past Batman and preceding him in the study.

“Batgirl wait!” Batman shouted, reaching for her arm but missing.

“I can handle her!” Batgirl shouted back.

Out of pure reflex, Batgirl blocked a kick to the head from the blind side, as Batman shouted “Watch her stiletto heels they’re poisoned!”

“Good to know…” Batgirl mumbled as she pivoted to face her opponent.

Dressed in a red low-cut dress exposing a lot of cleavage and the fact that she was wearing no underwear, as it provided a visual distraction to her opponents, Miss Natasha assumed a defensive stance as Batgirl was now facing her with a furious look on her face.  Batman stopped at the doorstep, ready to pounce should Batgirl be in any trouble.

“Good reflexes pointy ears, I’m impressed. Normally my stiletto heel would have connected with your pretty face, and you would be convulsing on the floor, foaming at the mouth.” Miss Natasha said, purposely moving her left shoulder so her left nipple would be exposed.

“Years of training with an international assassin sharpens the senses. Nice titties Nattie, unfortunately, I’m straight and have a jealous boyfriend!” Batgirl said, delivering a high front kick to the face that was parried and blocked by Miss Natasha.

“Powerful legs, and great figure…you’re too old for the Artist, but I wouldn’t mind a more intimate go, jealous boyfriend be damned!” Miss Natasha said with a smug smirk, trying to get under Batgirl’s skin as she readjusted her left strap to cover her nipple.

“A fact that Batgirl finds immensely comforting I’m sure.” Batman said from the doorway, making Miss Natasha look his way.

The distraction proved costly, as Batgirl leaped in the air and delivered a stiff roundhouse kick that connected with Miss Natasha’s left cheek, knocking her down. Agile as a cat, Batgirl landed on her feet while Batman pulled a set of bat-cuffs from his utility belt.

“I tried the Tribad tribe before…didn’t quite care for it.” Batgirl said as Batman put one knee to the floor to restrain Miss Natasha.

He rolled her on her stomach, cuffed her, and then rolled her towards him, wrapping one arm around her shoulders so he could lift her in a sitting position. Miss Natasha was groggy and glassy-eyed as Batman sat her up.

“Hold her up Batgirl, she won’t be much help to us if she can’t answer questions.” Batman said, looking up at Batgirl.

Batgirl nodded and stepped behind Miss Natasha, also putting one knee to the floor. She held the lethal blonde up by the shoulders, while Batman pulled some smelling salts from his utility belt. He waved the small capsule under Miss Natasha’s nose. She winced and coughed, her left cheek bruising and puffy.

“Okay then, now we know who procures the Artist with his European recruits. I only have two questions for you. First, where are the recruits being held, and second, where is Christine Waterson being held.” Batman said in a stern voice.

Miss Natasha shot him a smug grin that made her swelling face hurt.

“To the first, you can kiss my sweaty ass.  To the second, I do not know or care!” she said, defiantly.

Batman cast Batgirl an amused smirk. He discarded the smelling salts capsule and brought his Justice League communicator to his lips.

“Batman to Watch Tower, Mister Terrific do you copy?  If Wonder Woman and Hawkgirl are available, could you transport them to my general coordinates? Much obliged Mister Terrific!” Batman said with an uncharacteristically enthusiastic smile.

“Thanagarian interrogation techniques and the Amazon Lasso of Truth?  Isn’t that a bit much?” Batgirl asked, nonplussed.

“This young lady has gone through much conditioning during her Military Service, both physically and mentally. Our Amazonian and Thanagarian friends know interrogation methods that can crack the toughest nut, and I’d just love for her to tell Wonder Woman or Hawkgirl to kiss her sweaty ass!” Batman said, casting Miss Natasha a cold grin.

Looking paler but putting up a brave façade, Miss Natasha snorted.

“You’re bluffing!” she said, her smug smile making her face hurt.

“You’ll find out in a few moments!” Batman replied.

Meanwhile in a Motel in the outskirts of Gotham City

In a Motel room paid for in cash, Sidney Debris and Dicky Malone carefully lay the unconscious Christine Waterson on her right side in bed, so she wouldn’t aspirate should she vomit. Sidney looked at Dicky and nodded.

“Good job Dicky, and thanks again, I couldn’t have handled it on my own.” Sidney said.

“No sweat Sid, what did the boss say we should do next?” Dicky said.

“First, let’s get back to the car and put some distance between us and this Motel.” Sidney said, pulling the burner cell phone from his trench coat pocket.

They left the Motel room, quietly closing the door without locking it and got in the car, Dicky taking the driver’s seat. They pulled out and drove off.  Sidney drew in a deep breath and dialed the GCPD tip line.

“Yes, I have information on a missing person’s case.  Troubadour Motel off Highway 69, room 7C, you will find the missing Christine Waterson.” Sidney said, immediately hanging up.

He switched it off, opened the passenger’s side window and tossed the burner phone out.

“Okay, now to update the boss that we’re done…” Sidney said, closing the window before pulling his smartphone from his trench coat’s breast pocket.

He dialed the Artist’s private cellular number, as he was one of the few the Artist trusted with such information.

“This is weird, he usually doesn’t take this long to pick up…” Sidney mumbled.

Finally, their call was picked up.

“You have reached the personal line of Slick Garcia. He is currently unavailable to take your call, may I ask who’s calling?” the voice of a young man answering the call.

“What the hell? Who am I? I’m the Artist’s second in command, who are you?” Sidney said, annoyed.

“Me? I’m just the man holding back the masked avenger trying to kick the crap out of your boss, so I’m kinda busy!” the young man’s voice replied.

The color drained out of Sidney’s face as he hastily hung up.

“Sid, what’s up?” Dicky said.

“Robin…I recognized his voice, that was Robin answering the boss’s phone, shit’s hitting the fan…time for Miss Natasha’s contingency plan…” Sidney said as he speed-dialed a number from his contacts list.

He once again took in a deep breath to steady his nerves.

“Yes, Yuri? Sidney here.” Sidney said.

“Yes my friend, calling to continue our virtual chess game?” Yuri said, pleasantly.

“Unfortunately no moy drug, there seems to be a bat infestation at the Artists Community. Have a team of your men meet me in front of the main building. Do not engage until we’re there, the boss might be in danger.” Sidney said.

“Understood, the team will be awaiting your orders on the front lawn…I take it you’re not on site at the moment?” Yuri asked.

“No, I was running an out of town errand for the boss with Dicky.  I tried to call the boss to let him know we were done, but an intruder who sounded a lot like Robin picked up the call.” Sidney said.

Yuri sighed.

“Not good, and the Artist has been very generous with my men…do not fret my brainy friend, my men will wait for you and follow your instructions. I am dispatching them now.” Yuri said.

“Much appreciated moy drug, we’ll finish that chess game yet! Thanks again, bye.” Sidney said with a relieved smile.

Moments later in Miss Natasha’s quarters

Wonder Woman and Hawkgirl materialized in the corridor near the Study.

“Has anybody requested some interrogation specialists?” Wonder Woman said.

“Over here Princess, in the study.” Batman replied.

They entered the study and saw Miss Natasha restrained on a chair, the left side of her face swollen and bruised.

“Mr. Terrific has briefed us with your case Batman, we…great Ar Rheon, what happened here?” Hawkgirl said, noticing Natasha’s face.

Batman opened his mouth to answer, but Batgirl beat him to it.

“She tried to blind side me with her poison-tipped heels, so I kicked her back with my non-poisoned boots.” Batgirl said with a shrug.

Wonder Woman and Shayera looked at each other, nodded and chuckled.

“Let that be a lesson to you, never try to ambush a crime-fighter!” Wonder Woman said.

“Meet the one and only Natalia Ivanova Sokolov, better known as Miss Natasha.” Batman said.

“She’s on the most wanted list of every Law Enforcement Agency, that’s one hell of a catch!” Hawkgirl said.

“Selling your underaged sisters into a life of prostitution, I feel no sympathy for your broken cheekbone.” Wonder Woman said dryly, casting Miss Natasha a disgusted look.

“So the Thanagarian and the Amazon know who I am and what I do…big frigging whoop-tee-doo…” Natasha said, still putting up a brave front.

“She’s gone through many levels of physical and mind training to resist my interrogation techniques, and I’m afraid Batgirl will beat her unconscious before we get any answers if I let her handle the questioning, thus I require your expertise.” Batman said.

Miss Natasha felt her stomach knotting when Batman added: “So, which one of you fine young ladies wishes to question her first?”

“We need to find out where the newly recruited girls and Christine Waterson are being held captive.” Batgirl said, repressing an urge to giggle at Natasha’s reaction.

“Want to get first shot my sister?” Wonder Woman asked.

“I’d love to give her a once-over just for the pleasure of it…karma for all the bad things she’s done. But she’s already in a lot of pain and might pass out if I rough her up. Your method will get us the truth much quicker Diana, she’s all yours!” Hawkgirl said, arms crossed, casting Natasha a Medusa stare.

Wonder Woman nodded and unhooked her golden lasso of Truth from her belt.

“What about the currently trained girls, for lack of a better term?” Wonder Woman asked.

“Excellent point Princess, that would certainly save us a lot of time, please proceed.” Batman said.

“Any news from Tiger Snake and Robin?” Hawkgirl asked.

“Snake neutralized two former Rupert Thorne goons who were patrolling the grounds, then he and Robin went to investigate the workshops building…Batgirl, could you touch base with them and get an update?” Batman said, first to Hawkgirl, then to Batgirl.

“On it!” Batgirl said, pulling her communicator from her utility belt.

Hawkgirl walked closer to Batgirl while Wonder Woman wrapped the lasso of truth around Natasha’s upper body.

“The Lasso of Truth compels you! The girls, where are they? Christine Waterson, where is she?” Wonder Woman asked, in a commanding voice.

Head swimming, Miss Natasha tried to resist, but soon realized she was fighting a losing battle.

“Saint Damian Private School…it’s been a mob front for ages…they’re being taught English and indoctrinated in the business…the working girls share units in this very building, some on this floor, some in the basement apartments. As far as Ms. Waterson goes, I truly do not know.” She said in a sleepy voice.

Batman smiled and pulled his communicator from his utility belt.

“Thanks Princess!  Batman to Oracle, do you copy?” Batman said.

“Oracle here, what’s up Batman?” Oracle said.

“Looks like our Artist has a business relationship with International Organized Crime, specifically teenaged girl trafficking. Saint Damian Private School is being used to teach English to foreign teens before brainwashing them into child pornography and prostitution. If you could advise the GCPD’s Vice Squad.” Batman said.

“I’m getting right on it Batman, what’s the status at the Gotham Artists Community?” Oracle asked.

“We’re still working on it, we’ll keep you in the loop, Batman out.” Batman said, returning his communicator to his belt.

“Hey guys, we have a good news bad news situation going on here…” Hawkgirl said, looking out from the living room window with Batgirl.

“What do you mean my sister?” Wonder Woman asked as she retrieved her lasso, Miss Natasha now unconscious and held in place to the chair by the Bat-cuffs.

“Good news first, tell them Batgirl.” Hawkgirl said with a friendly smile, still peering through the living room window.

“I’ve gotten an update from Robin. Turns out the Artist is none other than our slippery old acquaintance Slick Garcia…” Batgirl said, also keeping an eye on the action outside.

“Why am I not surprised? This whole operation fits his mode of operation to a t…Tiger Snake must have blown a gasket when he recognized him!” Batman said, making the heroines chuckle.

“He did punch him in the face, then Robin answered a call from Garcia’s cell. It was Garcia’s second in command calling…which leads us to the bad news, come take a look outside this window!” Batgirl said.

Wonder Woman and Batman approached them and took a look outside.

“Well then, my old pal Sidney’s been paroled…I’m a bit disappointed he didn’t stick to the straight and narrow, the life of a mobster doesn’t fit his profile at all…then again those enforcers seem to be following his orders.” Batman remarked.

“Dicky Malone seems to have his back…Eddie Garza and Frankie D’Amato have been released from their restraints, but Frankie’s still feeling the effects of Tiger Snake’s paralyzing toxin looks like.” Batgirl said.

“Those enforcers are wearing what seems to be Kevlar bodysuits, and…unless my eyes deceive me, five of them are female!” Wonder Woman remarked.

“Good catch, it was hard for me to tell with the buzz cuts…if they went through the same training as Miss Natasha, we have our work cut out for us.” Batman said.

“More than you know Batman, those side arms look an awful lot like energy discharge weapons…your Kevlar suits should protect you, ditto for Tiger Snake and Robin, but a jolt still won’t feel too pleasant, like a souped-up taser. My N’th metal mace can absorb those energy blasts, so I’ll be okay as long as I’m not shot from the blind side. How about you Diana?” Hawkgirl said.

“I’m a Meta, so those weapons might feel a bit unpleasant but they shouldn’t hurt much.” Wonder Woman said.

“All the same Princess, if you could use some of that Amazonian Magical Science of yours to pop your shield out of thin air, I’d feel a lot better about it.” Batman said, looking her in the eyes.

She smiled, looked over her shoulder to make sure that Miss Natasha was in fact unconscious, then threw her arms around Batman’s neck and kissed him.

Hawkgirl cleared her throat and smirked, while Batgirl brought her communicator back to her lips.

“I’ll update Tiger Snake and Robin of what’s happening outside…they should restrain Garcia and secure any evidence they find before joining in on the fun…” Batgirl said, her voice trailing off.

Wonder Woman winked and spun a few turns into place, her Amazonian shield appearing on her right arm.

“Good idea Batgirl, and thanks Princess.” Batman said.

“For kissing you?” Wonder Woman said, coyly.

“That…but mostly for agreeing to use your shield. We’ve been through worse scrapes in the past, but no one gets injured tonight. You drilled it into my skull not to take any unnecessary risks, and I expect the same of you my dear!” Batman said, with a subtle smile.

“My Dark Knight in shining armor!” Wonder Woman said, casting him a smoldering look that made him feel weak in the knees.

Gotham Artists Community Front lawn

“Dicky, if you could cut them out of those zip-tie restraints?” Sidney said.

“Sure thing Sid.” Dicky said, pulling a switchblade from his jacket pocket.

Sidney took a look at the team of enforcers Yuri had sent him and sighed.

“One man, five women, not funny Yuri…” Sidney privately thought.

“Okay team, thanks for waiting and not jumping in willy-nilly. One Batman is hard enough to handle, a vigilante team led by Batman can be lethal. While the big Bat usually runs solo, Robin picked up the Artist’s cell phone earlier, so we know he’s around.  And as of recently, there has been a small group of Justice Leaguers following Batman around on his missions. So needless to say, proceed with care. Which one of you is the team lead?” Sidney said.

“That’s me, Igor Zhirkov. My teammates have followed the same training as Miss Natasha. Yuri figured that Batman and his cohorts might be a bit hesitant and hold back against female enforcers.” Igor said.

Sidney smiled and nodded.

“I compliment you on your English, and discipline. And compliments to Yuri for his choice. How are our guys doing Dicky?” Sidney said.

“Eddie’s got a sore jaw but he can stand. Frankie’s just layin’ there with his mouth wide open drooling.” Dicky replied.

Sidney sighed.

“Okay, we have a wild card here, if what I’ve heard about Tiger Snake is true, we all have to be on our guards.  Batman, Robin, and Tiger Snake have been confirmed on the premises, and God knows who else is also here, so be on your guards everyone!” Sidney said, walking back and forth in front of the enforcers like a Colonel addressing his troupes.

“I’ll help Eddie get Frankie to the medic, I’ll be right back.” Dicky said.

“Go ahead.  Alright, divide and conquer is a bad idea at this point, and the man signing your paycheques is in jeopardy in that building.” Sidney said, hiking his thumb in the direction of the workshops building.

“Follow me, qui-et-ly! We may have a chance if we get the drop on them. Dicky and Eddie know where to find us if they want part of the action.” Sidney said, turning his heels and walking towards the workshops building, the enforcers following him.

Gotham Artists Community, the Artist’s Studio

“Copy that Batgirl, the Artist’s restrained, we’ll come help you corral the enforcers…mostly girls you say? Don’t worry, we’ll behave! Yeah, you be careful too, we’ll be right out!” Robin said, terminating the link.

“A certain Private School is about to get raided, it took a while but you’re going down Slick!” Robin said.

“That’s the Artist to you bird boy! I can afford the best lawyers money can buy, I’ll be out before you can blink.” Garcia said.

“Wanna bet? Guys like you don’t last very long in prison, and if you ask me, it was a long time coming.” Tiger Snake said.

The Artist threw his head back and laughed.

“You really have no clue do you? The moment I’m officially booked, there are a few European countries where I am a wanted man, one of which is highly corrupt, bought and paid for! I’ll be back in liberty in no time, re-establishing my empire elsewhere, either Venezuela, the Canaries or Brazil!  I am nobility! An artistic genius, I can do no wrong! I should press charges against the both of you for aggravated assault, I…hmmpf!” Garcia bragged, interrupted by Tiger Snake’s ungloved hand pie-facing him with a handful of paralyzing gel.

Robin exhaled in relief as the Artist slumped in his chair, held by his wrists handcuffed behind the back of the chair.

“Thank you, he was beginning to give me a headache…do you think it’s true? That even if we prosecute him, with all the evidence in this laptop, he’ll still walk?” Robin asked.

“That’s a sad fact of life my friend, sometimes bad people walk based on a technicality. I don’t know if he was bluffing about the corrupt international Government extraditing him and then releasing him…but he tipped his hand to us. Our own prosecutors can run interference with the best extradition demands and make sure he pays for the crimes he’s committed, if only partially.” Tiger Snake said with a shrug.

“Well, let’s both hope he was only bluffing. There’s a team of enforcers outside, one male, five female, armed with energy discharge weapons. Wonder Woman and Shayera came to lend a hand, care to join in on the fun?” Robin asked, smiling.

“Try and stop me!” Tiger Snake said with a grin.

“Follow me to the balcony, there’s this little surprise Batgirl and I like to do, which involves a few smoke pellets and the element of surprise. I have a hunch she and Batman will do the same!” Robin said with a giggle.

Smoke and Mayhem

Tiger Snake followed Robin to the balcony and noticed the action on the front lawn. A tall, muscular man was helping Eddie G. carry Frankie back into the adjacent building. A diminutive, scrawny man with thick horn-rimmed glasses was leading a team of armed enforcers, most of them female, towards the workshops building. Across the way, he could see Batman, Batgirl, Hawkgirl, and Wonder Woman getting ready to pounce from the adjacent balcony. Tiger Snake noticed Batman using sign language, letting Robin know “On my mark, throw smoke pellets at the enforcers and pounce…now!”

In a perfect demonstration of synchronism that made Tiger Snake smile, Batman, Batgirl, and Robin tossed the smoke pellets on the ground, Hawkgirl and Wonder Woman took flight and swooped down on the team of enforcers, and he followed Robin, Batman and Batgirl as they leaped into action.

“We’re surrounded open fire!” Sidney screamed, dropping on all fours to avoid being hit in the crossfire.

“Whoa…they kind of overdid it with the smokescreen…oh well, pick a dance partner and let’s rock!” Tiger Snake thought.

Igor drew his weapon but froze as a man a few inches taller than him appeared in front of him out of the smoke, a man dressed in what appeared to be a suit made of Snakeskin. He swung his gun at Tiger Snake’s face, who rolled with the blow.

“Good thing the mask has a lining that absorbed the sharp edge of that weapon and good thing I have good reflexes…” Tiger Snake thought, tapping the chameleon device’s button as he ducked, head aching.

Igor uttered a few choice expletives in Russian, trying to find his opponent in the smoke rising from the ground, firing a few wild energy blasts, one of which nearly hit one of his girls. Tiger Snake removed both gloves and hooked them to his belt, keeping low to avoid the energy blasts. He stood up behind Igor and grabbed him by the nape of the neck with his left hand and the top of his head with his right. The double dose of paralyzing toxin sent him in an instant coma, collapsing on the grassy ground with a dull thud.

“That’s for giving me a headache ass-wipe!” Tiger Snake mumbled.

Mercenary Olga took aim at Wonder Woman, who had landed next to her. Calmly and coolly, Olga took aim through the smoke and fired several shots in Wonder Woman’s general direction. The first energy blast shot past Wonder Woman’s right ear, sending a prickling sensation shooting down the right side of her body.

“Bruce was right, I do need the shield!” she thought, raising her shield.

The following energy blasts hit her shield square in the middle.

“I could use my sword about now…” Wonder Woman mumbled, performing a pirouette under the cover of the smokescreen, magically summoning her sword as she ducked a few more energy blasts.

“Where are you, Amazon sow…” Olga mumbled, having lost Wonder Woman in the smoke.

Wonder Woman’s sword sliced through the air cutting the barrel of Olga’s energy discharge weapon in half, sparks flying and Olga throwing it away before it exploded in her hands. Wonder Woman’s shield slammed into her face with great impact, knocking her unconscious onto her back.

“Amazon sow? Know who you’re offending, Lesbos reject!” Wonder Woman said, placing a victorious foot on Olga’s chest.

Stumbling through the smokescreen, mercenary Sonia nearly got hit by friendly fire as Igor tried to hit Tiger Snake but kept on missing his target. Shaking, she took a few careful steps forward and saw a dark form standing before her through the smoke.

“Nellie? Ludmilla? I don’t want to shoot you, is that you?” Sonia called.

The dark form swiftly swooped closer to her, its proximity startling her.

“I’m neither…but I’d appreciate not being shot either!” Batgirl said, grabbing her by the wrist.

Out of pure reflex, Sonia used the sambo training ingrained into her brain to use Batgirl’s pull motion and turn it into a hip toss.

“WHOA!” Batgirl exclaimed taken by surprise, but still landing on her feet.

Before Sonia could arm her weapon, Batgirl kicked it out of her hands, sending it flying in the air and into the smoke. Frazzled and reacting more than thinking, Sonia clenched her fists and assumed a defensive stance. Batgirl’s next move left her looking puzzled, as she leaped in the air but rather than kicking her, Batgirl caught her in a head scissors and swung her to the ground. 

Sonia tried to break free by biting Batgirl’s calf but was unable to bite through the Kevlar suit. She managed to wiggle free and once again took Batgirl by surprise, throwing a right hook that connected with Batgirl’s jaw.

“Damn it, you bitch!” Batgirl hissed teeth clenched, replying to the punch to her jaw with a boot to Sonia’s forehead, knocking her on her back.

Batgirl climbed on top of her and followed up with a few punches to the face. She rolled Sonia on her stomach and pulled a pair of Bat-cuffs from her utility belt. She pulled Sonia’s wrists behind her back and cuffed her. She sat down on the grass next to her opponent, rubbing her sore chin.

“Gotta give you credit girl, you’re tough…but I’m tougher!” Batgirl said.

Mercenary Nellie walked through the smokescreen trying to regain her sense of direction. A sound overhead got her attention, the sound of large wings flapping. She stood in place, armed her weapon, and looked up. Through the smoke, she saw the figure of Hawkgirl gliding overhead and took a shot that grazed the heel of her right boot.

“Damn, where did she go?” Nellie mumbled, neck craned, looking for the winged Justice Leaguer through the smoke.

“You owe me a new pair of boots!” Hawkgirl’s voice said to her left, startling her.

She pulled an about-face in the voice’s direction, firing several shots.

“N’th metal has many interesting properties, one of which is absorbing certain types of energy discharges…in occurrence, the type you’re firing my way.” Hawkgirl said, in an unusually calm voice, her mace glowing from the energy absorption, creating an ominous halo through the smoke.

Feeling frustrated and anxious, Nellie fired another flurry of shots, only to realize the halo was growing brighter and she could now see Hawkgirl’s frowning face through the smoke.

“The other property is that once it absorbs a certain amount of energy, it has a tendency of having an inversely proportional reaction…meaning that your overpowered taser gun with light-show is about to give you a massive defib…I hope you don’t have a heart condition!” Hawkgirl said, pointing her glowing mace in Nellie’s direction.

Nellie shook and flopped like a fish out of water as the return energy blast electrified her with a massive shock. She collapsed on the grassy ground, twitching, Kevlar bodysuit steaming.  Hawkgirl approached her and kicked her weapon away.

“What is it your Einstein used to say about the definition of insanity?” Hawkgirl said with a smug smirk.

Mercenary Nadia trod carefully through the smokescreen, weapon raised. Guided by the infrared lenses in his mask, Batman stealthily approached her, pulling a Bat-a-rang from his utility belt.

“If I could aim just right and knock that weapon out of her hand…” he thought, raising the Bat-a-rang above his head.

Unaware of Batman’s proximity, Nadia took a few more steps until she was in the perfect position. Swiftly and with great precision, the Bat-a-rang sliced through the smoke, knocking the energy discharge weapon out of Nadia’s hand, sending it bouncing on the turf.

“AH!” Nadia shrieked out of surprise and pain as her wrist bent sideways.

Ignoring the pain, Nadia got to her hands and knees, desperately trying to find her weapon. Following her movements thanks to the infrared lenses in his mask, Batman was right next to her in a few steps. He grabbed her by the gun belt with one hand, and the collar of her Kevlar suit, lifting her up in mid-air.

“Chto proiskhodit?” she screamed, arms and legs flailing.

“What’s happening young lady, is that you’re busted.” Batman simply said.

Anger overpowering her panic, Nadia pulled a knife from her boot and took a wild swing that connected with Batman’s muscular left thigh.

“Argh, you little bitch!” Batman said, dropping her flat on her stomach, temporarily knocking the wind out of her.

“That’ll leave a nice bruise…good thing I heal fast since becoming Diana’s initiate…” Batman said, glad that the blade didn’t penetrate the Kevlar bottom part of his suit.

Nadia got to her feet looking furious, knife in hand, ready to pounce. Batman grabbed his cape on the side of the knife, anticipating her next move. She charged, and he pivoted, raising his cape, catching and entangling her, letting her struggle and tire herself out like an old hook-wrestler would do with a rookie. He brought her down to the turf, using his weight to smother her.

“You’re one tough cookie aren’t you? Making it hard for me to be a gentleman and restrain you without beating you up!” Batman said, holding her down until she finally quit struggling.

“You might be playing possum, I better be careful…Nyssa and Talia could be a handful on their own, ditto with Selina…” Batman mused, carefully unraveling his cape from his attacker.

Nadia was looking up, glassy-eyed and gape-mouthed. As suspected, Nadia was indeed playing possum attempting a swing with her knife at Batman’s face, who grabbed her already sore wrist and squeezed until she dropped the knife, wailing in pain.

“I tried not to hurt you!” Batman said, teeth clenched as he rolled her onto her stomach and pulled a pair of Bat-cuffs from his utility belt.

Mercenary Ludmilla was not doing well. The artificial smokescreen was irritating her lungs, making her cough and wheeze, eyes watery and red. She sat down on the turf and lay on her stomach, hoping for some fresh air. A pair of black boots stepped before her. She looked up, and saw a handsome young man with a green mask, looking down at her with a sympathetic smile.

“You’re not well, let’s not make things worse, put your weapon down, I’ll get you to a Doctor!” Robin said, using the most comforting voice he could.

Teary-eyed, Ludmilla rose a shaky weapon in Robin’s direction, who bent down and swatted it out of her hand.

“You had to do this the hard way, HEY!” Robin said, shouting the last part out of surprise as Ludmilla yanked him by the hair, pulling him down.

She feebly punched him in the face with her free hand, too weak to put up a real fight but determined to go down swinging. Robin grabbed her by the wrists, making her let go of his hair and rolling on top of her, pinning her down. She tried bucking him off, which he responded with by slamming his butt into her midsection, making her cough violently, her face turning purple.

“I tried to do this the easy way, but no! You had to try to fight me! Now behave yourself, I’ll try to get you medical aid…but since I can’t trust you…” Robin said, pinning her wrists down with his left hand and pulling a pair of handcuffs from his utility belt with his right.

“Mine’s restrained!” Tiger Snake called out.

“So is mine!” Hawkgirl answered.

“Mine too!” Batgirl chimed in.

“And mine!” Robin replied.

“Mine too!” Wonder Woman said.

“As is mine. Batman to Oracle do you copy?” Batman said, bringing his communicator to his lips.

“Oracle here Batman, what‘s your status?” Oracle said.

“Status secure, but if you could give the GCPD a call, we need a SWAT team to secure the Gotham Artists Community grounds to make sure we don’t have any perps trying to give us the slip. The Artist was restrained by Robin and Tiger Snake in his studio, Miss Natasha is restrained in her quarters, Sidney Debris, Dicky Malone, Eddie Garza and Frankie D’Amato were all found on the premises and currently in the main building’s infirmary.” Batman said.

“I’ll have a SWAT team and an ambulance on the way, anything else Batman?” Oracle asked.

“That’s it Oracle…I might just give the Watch Tower a call, we might need Flash to give us a quick visit to clear the air as it were…Batman out!” Batman said with a grin, terminating the link.

Unnoticed as of yet, Sidney Debris crawled on his hands and knees, hoping to elude the all-hero team.

“Gotta find Dicky and Eddie, free the boss and get the hell out…” Sidney thought, trying to make haste as the smokescreen was beginning to dissipate.

He stopped in his tracks as a pair of golden-yellow boots stood in his path. He looked up and realized that Hawkgirl was looking down at him, eyebrows arched and mace dangling from the wrist strap around her right hand.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Hawkgirl asked.

Sidney knelt up and sighed.

“Prison by the looks of it.” He said with a goofy smile.

Hawkgirl chuckled.

“Smart boy, you’re taking it rather well!” Hawkgirl said.

Sidney scoffed, shaking his head.

“If I’d had any smarts at all I would have turned down the Artist’s offer in the first place! One good look at me and you know I don’t have the physique for crime. Hell, I’d given up crime, wanted to become a painter…but easy money is hard to turn down…looks like it’s back to Blackgate for me.” Sidney said.

“At least you have a good attitude about it. If I didn’t know any better you actually come across as a nice guy!” Hawkgirl said, extending him her free hand.

He took her hand and she helped him up to his feet. Hawkgirl smiled, somewhat surprised that he didn’t try to pull any shenanigans.

“Perhaps I should have been smart and stuck to being a nice guy.” He said, shoulders slumping and looking down.

The smokescreen dissipated some more and Hawkgirl could now see her teammates clearly. She caught a glimpse of Tiger Snake from the corner of her eye as he switched off his chameleon device and smiled. Batman stood up and pulled another pair of Bat-cuffs from his utility belt and walked toward Hawkgirl and Sidney, who offered him his wrists.

“Trouble just keeps finding you doesn’t it?” Batman said, handcuffing him.

“I guess I’m just safer behind bars.” Sidney said.

“I was so hopeful for him…I guess I can’t save them all.” Batman thought.

Gotham Towers 1am

“Here’s some Advil baby, for your sore jaw.” Tim said, handing Cassandra a caplet and a glass of water.

“You’re sweet Timmy, I barely feel it anymore but I’m likely to feel it in the morning. That surf and turf dinner tomorrow had better be butter soft! Thanks baby!” Cassandra said, sitting up in bed to take the glass and pill from Tim.

He sat down next to her and smiled as she popped the pill, washing it down with a sip of water.

“You know, this new place’s kinda grown on me…mind you I still prefer your lakeshore loft north of the border, but Gotham City’s been so busy as of late that we needed a crash pad on site…I won’t lie I’m really liking it!” Tim said, casting her an amorous look.

“Not to mention it avoids having our molecules scrambled, disassembled and reassembled too often. I realize the technology is secure and has multiple buffers and safeguards…but I much prefer keeping the loft as a vacation home and living here while we ‘work’.” Cassandra said, putting the glass of water on the night table near the bed.

She cast him a mischievous smile and slipped out of her nighty, tossing it across the room. He smiled sheepishly.

“Are you sure you’re feeling up to it?” Tim said, caressing the smooth skin of her back.

“Timmy, I want you and I might be too sore in the morning for sex, we might as well take our chances now!” She said, teasingly shaking her torso, making her breasts jiggle sensually.

Smiling, he leaned in and kissed her sexy dark nipples right to left, making her hum her approval. He put his hands on her shoulders and gently lay her on her back, legs hanging off the edge of the bed. He pulled his trunks down, letting them slide to his ankles, releasing a growing boner. He kicked his trunks to the side and knelt in front of Cassandra, put his hands on her thighs and gently spread her legs apart. He leaned in and began licking her, slowly and deliberately, anus to clit, up and down making her breathe faster.

“Oh yes Timmy! More don’t stop! That feels so g OH!” Cassandra said, shouting out the last word as Tim now focused on her clitoris, licking at double-speed.

“Oh my God Timmy! DON’T STOP!” Cassandra shrieked, the pleasure overpowering the pain of her sore jaw.

“Okay, let’s give her multiple orgasms!” Tim thought, inserting a probing index finger in her pussy, finding her G-spot, and massaging it as he lapped her clitoris like a thirsty puppy.

“Oh Timmy…OH TIMMY! I I…you’re-ma-king-me-CUM!”  Cassandra shouted, breathing fast, trembling.

He looked up at her and smiled, gently caressing her abdomen with both hands and kissed her labia, clit and pubis, each kiss punctuated with a gasp of pleasure.

“Oh…oh geez, come up here! I want some more tongue but I want to taste that big banana of yours!” She said, looking at him with a passionate look.

“Position sixty-nine coming up!” Tim said with a grin, and climbed up in bed.

He lay on his back and she climbed on top of him, grabbing the base of his shaft and aiming it at her pretty mouth. Sensually, she slowly slid her warm, wet mouth down his stiff shaft, taking it in as deeply as she could without gagging, and removed her hand from the base of his penis onto the bed for balance.

“Oh-my-GOD Cassie! That’s way too good!” Tim grunted.

He craned his neck and began licking her pussy as she hungrily bobbed her head up and down on his cock, making them engage in a chorus of muffled pleasured moans. He caressed her buttocks, gently dragged his fingernails on the small of her back, buttocks and hamstrings, making her smooth skin cover up with goosebumps.

She responded by bobbing her head up and down faster, and then surprising him with a deep-throat.

“WHOA!” Tim exclaimed, as Cassandra tested her gag reflex, deep throating him for a few seconds longer before releasing him with a loud gagging noise, thick saliva coming out of her mouth.

“Cass, are you okay?” Tim asked worried.

She chuckled and kissed the head of his cock.

“I’m fine Timmy, I just got overconfident! Sorry I drooled all over you!” Cassandra said, sheepishly.

“Don’t worry about it, want to take a break?” Tim asked.

“Are you kidding? We’re only getting started! Don’t move!” She said, sliding off his body.

Grinning maliciously, she straddled him and sat on his cock, slowly lowering herself onto his fleshy appendage, making them both groan.

“Ride me cowgirl!” Tim said in a low, breathy voice, with a pleasured expression on his face.

“Yee haw buckaroo!” Cassandra said, rolling her hips, varying the angle so her clit would rub against his pubis, feeling his cock throbbing deep within her moist core.

Tim began rocking his pelvis, pumping his cock up and down as she gyrated her hips, making her yelp her approval.

“Oh my GOD TIMMY! YES!” Cassandra shouted, endorphins flowing through her bloodstream, a second orgasm brewing, about to boil over.

“Go for it baby, I wanna give you as many orgasms as possible!” Tim said in a warm murmur that sent more goosebumps down her spine.

“Yeah, I just hope I don’t blow my load before that, she’s really giving my cock a workout!” Tim privately thought, admiring her fit body, bouncing breasts and the blissful look on her face.

She slid her hands to her breasts and gave them a firm squeeze, pushing her second orgasm over the edge.

“HOLY SHIT TIMMY! YES!” she screamed, overtaken by a mild sense of vertigo as her second orgasm washed over her.

Still in her, Tim sat-up, wrapped his arms around her and planted his lips on hers as he rolled her on her back, into a missionary position. She gasped, still feeling dizzy from her second orgasm.

“Good idea baby, my head’s spinning a little from the two orgasms!” She said with a sheepish grin.

“Just you wait until you reach number three!” Tim said, grinding her clit with his pubis, his cock deep inside her, its head massaging her cervix.

“Ooh…it’s good but don’t slam into me, that would be painful!” Cassandra said, hating that her voice sounded so whiney.

“I’ll pull back a bit baby…there, is that better?” Tim said, slightly arching his lower back so he wasn’t as deep, still grinding her clit with his pubis.

“It’s wonderful…you’re wonderful…kiss me baby!” Cassandra said.

Still penetrating and grinding, Tim’s lips connected with hers again. His tongue parted her lips, greeted by hers. They moaned, tongues sensually slithering against each other, Cassandra adding her own hip gyrations to Tim’s thump and grind, making her moan louder as the promised third orgasm finally spread through her body like wildfire.

“Mmmh…mmmmh…hmmmh! HMMMH! HMMMH!” she moaned orgasmically, still tongue-kissing.

They broke their lip-lock and she let her body go limp on the mattress, panting, face flushed.

“Holy shit Timmy, three orgasms, you’re keeping your promise! But I’m starting to get sore baby, are you getting close?” Cassandra asked, looking into his eyes.

“I’ve been holding back since we were 69-ing, say the word!” Tim said, picking up her right leg and putting her foot on his left shoulder.

“Don’t hold back baby, shoot your load all over me!” Cassandra said with a mischievous smile.

The shocked look on his face made her laugh heartily.

“Say what?” he said, wondering if she was serious.

“I want you to let go, pull out and cum all over my tummy and tits, can you do that for me?” she asked with a smug smile, eyebrows arched, knowing that he was about to explode.

“You’re sure about this?” Tim asked aroused but dubious.

She shot him a penetrating look that made the hair stand at the back of his neck.

“You are going to stop holding back, pull out and squirt all over me am I making myself clear? I wanna feel that hot, sticky cum of yours here, here and here!” she said alternatively pointing at her abdomen, breasts and mouth.

“HOLY SHIT THAT DID IT!” Tim shouted, pulling out and showering his cum all over her, pubis, abdomen, breasts shoulders and chin.

“That’s it Timmy, YES! YES!” Cassandra goaded him as each salvo hit her skin, Tim grunting loudly with each round.

He kissed her foot and let her leg slide to the mattress. He leaned over her, placing his hands next to her shoulders on top of the bed. They smiled and chuckled

“For allowing me to do this Miss Cain…” Tim said, moving to the side and getting out of bed.

“Well I enjoyed it too! I came three times and feeling your cum was such a turn-on I…” Cassandra said, as Tim bent down and scooped her in his arms and out of bed.

“Ooh! What are you up to?” Cassandra asked, with a grin.

“At this point my cum is all over you and dripping on me, so…shower time my love, you let me cum all over you, so it’s only fair I carry you!” Tim said.

They exchanged an amorous look and kissed.

“My boyfriend…considerate lover, skilled crime-fighter and gentleman to boot!” Cassandra said, as he carried her to the bathroom.

“My girlfriend, sweet, gorgeous, sensual, sexy, amazing lover, twice the crime-fighter I am…” Tim said as they neared the bathroom.

She kissed him again and flicked the bathroom’s light switch.

“I wonder if our friends are having as much fun as we are?” Cassandra wondered aloud.

“Now there’s one thought I didn’t need in my mind!” Tim said with a grin, Cassandra giggling charmingly.

Meanwhile, in Wayne Manor’s Master Bedroom

“Erotic bedroom wrestling…that’s what you’re in the mood for?” Bruce said, casting Diana an incredulous look as they stood naked near the King-sized bed.

“Like I told you last time Bruce, I enjoy tender loving sex, but I am an Amazon Warrior Princess. I also enjoy it a bit rough sometimes, getting rag-dolled by my initiate – that’s you. Wouldn’t it turn you on to role-play fight me? Conquer the Amazon as she puts up a fight?” Diana said, smiling as she saw Bruce’s cock standing at attention at the sound of her words.

“Okay, so a role-playing fight to conquer your virtue as it were? I admit it sounds…pretty arousing! I’m in!” Bruce said, smiling.

“Not yet you’re not!” Diana said with a mischievous grin, unable to resist the double-entendre.

They assumed a grappling stance, pawing at each other’s wrists. Diana grabbed onto his wrist and pulled him toward her. Using her own momentum in a modified Aikido move, Bruce managed a go-behind, spinning her around like a dancer. 

His left hand reached over her shoulder, grabbing her fleshy left breast, fondling it while his right hand slid between her legs, rubbing her pussy. He purposely breathed in her ear, knowing that it would send shivers down her spine. She gasped and moaned softly, like a purr.

“Hmm, you’ve done this before I see!”  She said, leaning her back against him.

“That’s right Bruce, just like that…warm me up like only you know how…” Diana thought, enjoying the fondling.

“Yeah, with you! Was our sexual sparring in the Watchtower’s gym so forgettable? Here I thought you said the fear of getting caught enhanced the sexual pleasure?” He said, rolling her nipple between his left hand’s thumb and forefinger, and massaging her pussy with his right.

She giggled charmingly, leaning her head backward on his shoulder and reaching back with her right hand, resting it on the nape of his neck, rubbing her smooth right foot on his thigh.

“Short role-playing if that’s all it takes to conquer her! Hold on there…she’s got me in the perfect position for a…” Bruce thought, as Diana swiftly slid her foot back to the floor, and reached back with her other hand so both were on the nape of his neck.

She pivoted towards the bed, slammed her ass into his crotch bending over, and pulled down with both hands, throwing him overhead into bed.

“Judo throw…good one Princess!” Bruce mumbled as the bed shook up and down from the throw.

“Glad you approve tough guy, is that all you got?” She said pouncing onto him.

They grappled, chuckling, rolling on top of each other, trying to pin the other down. After a few moves where Diana tried to push him off with her feet without much conviction, Bruce grabbed her by the ankles, put her feet on his shoulders, and slid his manhood into her hot, moist core.

“OH! How DARE YOU? I am a proud Amazon!” Diana protested, in character.

“Since my caresses weren’t enough to tame and conquer you, I shall use my power lance to subdue you! Perhaps if I also knead those glorious fleshy mounds of yours, it will make you more docile?” Bruce said, playing along, rocking his hips back and forth and squeezing her breasts, enjoying the game as much as the sex.

“Oh, you cad! You brute!  You shall be severely punished! You…you…will be severely punished if you stop!" Diana said, the pleasure getting the better of her, breathing faster.

“Stopping is not my intention!” Bruce said, pounding her pussy harder, massaging her gorgeous double-D breasts, aroused by her vain attempts to hide the pleasure she felt and miserably failing at it.

“Hera he’s so good! I’m about to cum, I mustn’t let it show I…” Diana thought, eyes rolling back and exhaling as she silently reached her first orgasm.

“Well Amazon, it would seem that I have tamed you!” Bruce said with a grin, still pumping into her and fondling her breasts.

Catching her breath, she looked him in the eyes, frowning. In fact, if he hadn’t known any better, he would have thought that she was genuinely furious with him. The corners of her pretty mouth then curled up into a devilish grin that made him feel uncomfortable. Bending her torso upward, she slid her hands behind his legs and onto his hamstrings.

“God I hope she’s still role-playing!” Bruce thought, unable to repress a sense of worry.

“Tamed? Did I just hear you dare say that you have tamed me?” Diana said, forcefully pushing her legs down, moving his arms to his sides and forcing his hands off her breasts.

Still keeping his cock within her, she grabbed him at the back of his thighs, pulled his legs toward her, and performed a sit-up. She pressed her breasts against his chest and forcefully rolled him onto his back.

She looked down at him and smiled sheepishly.

“I had you worried there for a minute, didn’t I?  Well…perhaps I did get caught up in the game. Not to worry, you did subdue me somewhat…but you haven’t conquered me yet! Now you have to figure out a way to get back on top.  I did cum…but I’m not conquered yet!” Diana said, rolling her hips, feeling Bruce’s full length within her.

“Hm…how many orgasms does the Amazon Warrior Princess require to be conquered?” Bruce asked with a grin.

“That’s part of the game, you’ll find out when I get there!” Diana moaned, head tilted back with a blissful expression on her face.

She then began alternating between rolling her hips and sitting up and down, slightly sliding his cock out and slamming it back in.

“Unh…unh…unh…” Diana muttered every time she slammed back down onto Bruce’s cock, no longer able to suppress her moans of pleasure.

“Looks like this Amazon is conquering herself!” Bruce said with a smug grin.

In spite of herself, Diana chuckled, as the unmistakable fire in the pit of her lower belly told her that she was nearing a second orgasm.

“Yes, with your power lance no less! All right, thus far you’ve been a mouthy conqueror and I’m getting close again, let’s see if your mouth is as good as your flesh rod!” Diana said, letting his cock slide out of her pussy as she shifted position and sat on his face.

“I sure don’t need much convincing to eat her pussy!” Bruce thought, licking her slit to clit, arms pinned to the bed by her knees.

“Yeah, there’s a good initiate…not much of a conqueror but a wonderful lover!” Diana said, teetering on the edge of her second orgasm.

“Don’t poke the bear, Princess!” Bruce thought, craning his neck and planting his mouth on her pussy, sliding his tongue inside her vulva, and rubbing his nose on her clit.

“Oh, Bruce…OH BRUCE! GAIA YES!” Diana shouted as orgasm number two struck her like a bolt of lightning.

Taking advantage, Bruce swung his legs up and slid his feet under Diana’s arms, pulling her backward with his legs.

“WHOA!” she shouted in a squeaky voice, not expecting another conquest attempt.

Using his upper body strength, he wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her up, resting her legs on his shoulders so she lay upside down and resumed tongue-fucking her.

Gone was any pretense of who wins or loses. Diana had cum twice, was still in the afterglow of her second orgasm and Bruce still relentlessly licked her labia, clit, anus, and darted his tongue in and out of her pussy for good measure. Breasts hanging in her face and breathing heavily, Diana now moaned loudly, letting her sexual enjoyment be known.

“OOH! OOH! OOH! OOH!” Diana howled, glad that the master bedroom was well soundproofed and that Alfred couldn’t hear her.

“I-want-your-cock-again-B-Bruce-p-please!” Diana begged, every nerve in her body tingling.

“Ask and you shall receive…are we still role-playing?” Bruce asked, laying her down.

“You conquered me, I’m all yours! Stick that big cock in me, Bruce!” Diana said, with a tired giggle.

“Very well Princess, lie on your side, we’ve frequently tried doggy, how about we spoon?” Bruce said in a warm voice.

“You won Bruce, take your prize the way you want to!” Diana said in a trembling voice, still shaking from her second orgasm.

She rolled on her left side, right leg up. He lay behind her, also on his left side. He slowly slid his cock inside her pussy, making her utter a loud moan of approval as it triggered an involuntary third orgasm. Once he was deep inside her, he pressed his body against hers, wrapping his right arm around her torso, pushing her ample bosom up with his forearm, and slid his left arm under her head, grasping her muscular left biceps. She lay her head on his left forearm and looked over her shoulder, casting him a blissful look.

“I am vanquished Bruce Wayne, finish me off!” Diana said, laying it on thick, wondering if Bruce could give her a fourth orgasm.

Becoming once again engrossed in the game, Bruce relentlessly pumped his cock into Diana’s hot, wet pussy, making them both engage in a syncopated chorus of pleasure moans.

“My Amazon, my conquest…mine!  MINE!” Bruce said, fire in his voice and teeth clenched, encouraged by her increasingly loud screams of pleasure.

“Yes…yes…YES! SWEET EROS, MIGHTY APHRODITE! BRUCE DON’T STOP I’M CUMMING AGAIN!” Diana screamed, head spinning as the fourth orgasm washed over her.

Panting, he pulled out of her, wanting to hold her and give her a chance to catch her breath. They held each other and she smiled at him. She planted her lips on his, kissing him long and passionately. After a few moments that felt like hours, they came up for air.

“That was perfect Bruce, you were perfect!  You deserve something special for your orgasm, I want your flesh wand right here, between my breasts and your love juice right here in my mouth!” Diana said, first looking down at her breasts and then sensually sticking out her tongue.

“As far as perfect goes I take a distant second place to you Princess, and I know better than to ask you if you’re sure about this, so…let’s do it!” Bruce said, grinning as he released his embrace.

He knelt next to her and observed as Diana pushed her shapely double-D breasts together, spat in her cleavage, and rubbed her fleshy mounds together to make sure her cleft was well lubricated. She winked at him and smiled.

“Go for it tough guy!” she said in a sensual voice.

He cleared his throat, feeling oddly nervous, and straddled her torso. She kept her breasts pressed together, to make sure his cock would be enveloped by them, giving him a tight, pleasurable fit. He exhaled slowly as he slid his manhood between her massive mammaries. She craned her neck to greet the head of his penis at the top of her cleavage, giving it teasing licks.

“Wait, let me help!” Bruce said, cradling her head with his right hand.

He increased his cadence, the combined sensations of her wonderful breasts encasing his cock, caressing it; and her warm, wet tongue licking his glans, tasting him, were pushing him over the edge.

“Oh yeah Diana, I’m so close, keep flicking your tongue that feels so…UNGH! YEAH! CAN’T HOLD BACK!” Bruce grunted, his orgasm erupting into Diana’s wanting mouth.

He looked at her, fascinated by the mischievous look on her face, her cum-covered tongue sticking out.

Breathing hard, he observed her as she swallowed his offering, and wondered what was going through her mind as the devilish grin had returned to her pretty face. She reached for his buttocks and forcefully pulled his pelvis to her face, engulfing his cock in her mouth.

“WHOA! WHAT THE? UUHH! UUHH!” Bruce exclaimed and wailed as Diana sucked his cock – rendered extra sensitive post orgasm – clean of any remnants of cum, swallowing it to the very last drop.

She released him and he collapsed next to her in bed, panting. She wrapped her arms around him and held him.

“Okay, that felt amazing, and you’ve let me cum in your mouth before, but what on earth was that?” Bruce asked, panting, returning her embrace.

Diana giggled.

“Intense wasn’t it?  Remember when Nomios kidnapped me, Shayera, and our cousins from the parallel world, Brenda and Dana?” Diana asked in a gentle voice.

“Yes, he accidentally transported me, Quinn, as well as our friends Sullivan and Townshend…what of it?” Bruce said, catching his breath.

“We ended up spending some time on that island, a vacation of sorts. While you boys were out fishing, Brenda shared a secret with me…there is an ancient rite my Aphrodite cousins perform when they find a man they fancy. We Amazons have the rite of Initiation, Aphrodites are more direct…and sexual about it.” Diana said, her voice trailing off.

“Color me intrigued, go on Princess!” Bruce said, smiling.

“Agreed, their pheromones act as an irresistible love potion, but in order for an Aphrodite to mark her territory as it were, and to…for lack of a better term, always have the man she loves with her…she would…swallow his seed. Once it’s digested and turned into muscle tissue…” Diana said.

“Then, her man’s DNA is literally part of her as muscle tissue, thus never apart…clever those Aphrodites! You’ve swallowed my sperm before though!” Bruce said.

“True, but as you were fucking my breasts, that anecdote just popped in my head, and after I swallowed the majority of your load…I just wanted all of it! Silly I know!” Diana said, looking sheepish.

“Not silly at all, we were role-playing after all! So you became an Aphrodite Amazon! All part of the game, and you still won in your defeat…or conquest…whatever it is, in my book we’ve both won, it was amazing Diana!” Bruce said, smiling.

She smiled and they kissed. Spent, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The End