And we're back! Just remember that both comic book logic and crazy sex fantasy rules are in effect. If you already knew that and you're back for more, thanks!
FYI, I think this is the best way to set up the rest of the series, but this one has a bit less sex than the previous chapters. There shouldn't need to be too many like this.
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Somehow, Superman found himself leaning back in the Batcave's central chair while Catwoman bobbed her head up and down on his cock. The past week of his life had been strange, with no time to think about how insane it all was. And sure enough, he was soon pulled from his introspection by the warmth of her mouth and the skill of her tongue.
"That's good," he said quietly, "but you should probably tell me what you learned now."
She kept sucking him a while longer, as if afraid he'd disappear. Since he'd fucked her, Selina Kyle had been an active participant in his investigations. After her difficult mission today, all she'd wanted as a reward was some time with him. Eventually she eased her mouth off his head, her thick lips clinging to it a moment longer.
"Okay, but I'm not going to stop." Selina unzipped her jumpsuit even further, freeing her breasts. She shimmied up into his lap in order to move them around his cock. Her large breasts weren't enough to cover his length, but they were wonderfully soft and warm. "This good for you, big guy?"
"It's great. What did your contacts have to say?" Criminals were getting more cautious, so he wasn't always able to listen in for the information he needed. Fortunately, Selina still had connections to Gotham's underworld and they'd apparently proved useful.
"Apparently the key really is just a key, but it unlocks something important. Everyone agrees that it's powerful and it's somewhere in Gotham, but that's all they know for sure." Selina pressed her breasts around his cock as she spoke, slowly massaging his length. "Rumor has it that it's a weapon, possibly a magical one. It's called the MacGuffin, supposedly."
"MacGuffin, huh?" Superman sighed, and not just because of Selina's movements. "I guess we have no choice but to make sure we find it first."
"Uh huh." She bent her head lower to take his cock into her mouth. Between her breasts and her lips, he was fully encased in heaven.
For a few minutes, Superman managed to sit back and relax, avoid thinking about any of the problems plaguing his life. But all too soon, sounds from the city caught his attention. He'd learned to filter out all of Gotham's minor problems, but he'd been waiting for this particular set.
"Sorry, Selina. It's starting now." Clark stroked the side of her face tenderly.
"Aww." Selina drew back and looked up at him. "Should I come with you?"
"You've done enough already. Stay here until the bullets stop flying." In a flash, Clark had his suit back on properly and was above the city. His trunks barely contained a long, hard bulge, but if all went according to plan, no one would be paying attention to it.
Clark still wasn't sure what exactly he was doing in Gotham, but one thing he couldn't do was sit still while people got killed. He'd kept careful tabs on the city's criminals as they prepared to fight one another over control of the city. Their official plan was to march on Gotham City Hall and seize control, but they'd be trying to take each other out along the way. It would be a bloody fight and a lot of people, criminals and civilians, would get killed.
At least, that was what would happen if he let the battle take place. One way or another, Superman was going to stop it.
First Clark had talked to Commissioner Gordon, who was still trying to get authorization to increase security. It sounded like half of City Hall was part of the crime rings, though, so he hadn't had much luck. Clark had tried to think of another solution, but it didn't look like there was an easy way through.
Now the army of thugs had already begun to move. Superman could see them, streaming through the streets and revealing their assault weapons. He could reach them in a second, but what could he actually do? It was too late to think of a clever solution, too late for Gordon's plans, too late to cooperate with the authorities...
So he had no choice but to take control himself.
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Commissioner Gordon had been having a bad day, in a bad week, in a bad month. Even before Batman had died, his city had been determined to tear itself apart. Judging from the armed men marching up the steps to City Hall, his day was about to get a lot worse.
At his back, Gordon had two dozen security officers. They were no comfort, since he suspected half of them were on the payrolls of the very supervillains who had sent the army of thugs and the other half wanted to be. There would be no negotiations, no ultimatums, just a firefight outside and inside. Gordon checked his gun again, not that a few more bullets would do any good.
He found himself scanning the skies, looking for a familiar red cape. When Superman had arrived, Gordon had felt a flicker of hope. But the Man of Tomorrow was limited by the same moral codes that handicapped Gordon, and he hadn't seemed to be able to do anything against Gotham's corruption. Even if he came, what would he do, block the bullets from both sides?
As if in answer to his thoughts, Superman emerged from the clouds at that very moment. Gordon could see the frustration in his eyes... and then those eyes began to glow red.
Superman disappeared and a second later a titanic boom knocked Gordon off his feet. Every single window in City Hall shattered before the thunderclap that seemed to come from all sides at once.
All the breath had been knocked out of him and his ears were ringing, but Gordon managed to stagger back to his feet and get to the window. Almost all the criminals lay on the ground, and those who hadn't fallen were clutching their ears.
But all of their guns were gone.
"Commissioner." Though the ringing drowned out everything else, Gordon could still hear Superman's voice. He floated nearby, a god in human form. "I have taken the liberty of confiscating a some illegal weapons."
"That's not enough!" Gordon looked past him and saw Two-Face standing amid the crowd, half of his immaculately tailored suit charred. The villain flipped a coin, glanced at it, then gestured to his thugs.
Incredibly, they began attacking the others. Soon the army had become a brawl on the steps, as the different gangs fought for control. Superman watched them with a frown on his face... and his eyes were beginning to glow again. Gordon grabbed the edge of his cape.
"Superman, listen to me! They already own the city, this is just a symptom!"
"Then what should we do?"
"You have to stop the supervillains behind it all. These thugs are just following their orders."
"Fine." Superman disappeared again, and an instant later Two-Face was jerked off his feet and flown into the air. In a fraction of a second, all the underworld leaders who had been stupid enough to show up themselves were gone.
