As always, both comic book logic and crazy sex fantasy rules are in effect.
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"Harley, are you in here?" Ivy glanced in another of the cavernous rooms, but saw no sign of her. She sighed and moved to the next.
Having Harley with them had been incredible at first. Ivy liked Catwoman well enough, but it was nothing compared to her relationship with Harley. The threesomes had been fantastic, of course, and it had been nice for the Batcave not to feel so empty.
Something was a little off, though, and Ivy wanted to get to the bottom of it. Usually Harley was spacy, but now she just seemed... distant. At first Ivy had assumed it was just the strange disassociation that she'd felt after first having sex with Superman, but with Harley it seemed to be getting worse. She'd taken to wandering off for long periods without explanation.
"Are you hiding from me?" Ivy called into another room and got no answer. She looked inside more out of habit than any real belief she'd find her target, yet there she was.
Harley stood completely motionless beside a bed, staring into a mirror. Her eyes locked on her own... or maybe on something much deeper. For once, the expression on her face was completely serious, though combined with the emptiness in her eyes it was disturbing. Ivy hesitated, shocked by the unreality of the scene, but forced herself to move inside.
"Are... are you alright?"
"Hiya, Red!" Without warning Harley whirled and embraced her. "How ya doin'?"
Ivy smiled but made herself pull back, taking Harley by the shoulders and looking at her carefully. "Are you sure you're alright, Harley? That was pretty creepy."
"Sorry, I just get lost in the possibilities, ya know?"
"I'm not sure that I do."
"It's like... life is this big rushing stream of stories, all bangin' around against one another and I'm just floating between 'em and I can be anything or maybe nothing and sometimes I think I can grab it but it all falls apart and - I'm not making much sense, am I?"
"Not really." Ivy still found herself smiling, since that sounded more like the Harley she knew. "Can you try to explain what you mean slower?"
"Okay, Red, think about this: have we worked together before?"
"Of course we have."
"How long?"
Ivy frowned. "It's been... we've definitely worked together before. Multiple times. But when I try to think about exact dates and times..."
"Exactly!" Harley threw her arms around Ivy, knocking her over onto the bed. "We have and we haven't! Don't think about it too much, your head will get all hurty!"
"When exactly did this start?"
"About the time Supes got his big cock inta me! And it's gotten crazier every time! You mean it's not that way for you? I talked to the Cat and she said not at all, but I figured I'd ask."
Though Ivy found herself distracted by Harley's body squirming around on top of hers, the question had its hooks in her brain. It was almost familiar, but... "It wasn't quite that way for me, Harley. I feel more... like I've separated from my past. Like my life was one line of continuity that just... broke, and yet I'm still here."
"Ooh, that's a new one! I dunno about that." Harley started to drift away again, until Ivy slid one hand along the curve of her neck.
"Now I'm trying to remember, have we... been together?"
Harley grinned down at her and wiggled her eyebrows. "Do you want us to have fucked? I think we get to choose."
"I'm... not sure."
"Aww, yer not sure? I thought you liked me, Red..."
"I do, Harley." Ivy kissed away the momentary uncertain that appeared on Harley's face. "But if we actually had a choice, even just hypothetically... I'm not sure if I'd prefer the familiarity of old lovers or the excitement of being new ones."
"Ooh!" Harley's grin stretched wider. "Does that mean we can-"
Without warning their room slammed closed. Not the door Ivy had opened, but a metal blast door that she hadn't even realized existed. They both scrambled back to their feet, but it was too late. The door was a solid metal surface with nothing to manipulate, and it refused to budge.
"Stay where you are," an electronic voice said. "This will be over soon."
X X X
As Clark descended toward his new tunnel into the Batcave, he found himself humming. It had been a long time since he'd done that. A long time since he'd felt happy at all, actually - he'd been satisfied plenty of times, but not content in quite this way.
Maybe it was that his strategy for Gotham finally seemed to be working. He'd finally found something that kept the peace in this gritty new "reality:" mutually assured destruction. Whenever criminals in other regions did anything too violent, he ended both sides. A few days ago Mad Hatter and the Riddler had gotten into a fight and he'd vanished both of them. That seemed to have cowed the others.
It didn't stop their smaller crimes of extortion and control, but he was making progress on those, too. And ultimately Gotham was stable and safe, preserving the clues he needed to find to guide them out of the whole mess. That was a reason to be happy too.
Of course, he might be happy because he was returning to a base where three gorgeous women would happily volunteer to have their brains fucked out. He didn't remember ever being this horny, but recently he'd been ready to go almost constantly. Maybe he should look into finding some more female villains...
Inside the Batcave, he found things surprisingly quiet. Clark smiled when he saw Catwoman asleep in front of the computer... until he realized that she wasn't asleep. Her heart beat was slow and steady, but the needle in her neck suggested something worse.
"Hello, Superman." An artificial voice emerged from one of the computers. "We need to talk."
"What have you done to them?" He could feel Harley and Ivy in one of the other rooms, their heart rates elevated. Superman pretended to focus on the computer while his senses expanded outward.
"Don't worry, they're unharmed. But you have a lot of explaining to do, Superman. What are you doing in Gotham, dominating part of the city like some supervillain?"
"I'm willing to explain... but I just found you." There was a new heartbeat in Wayne Manor, contained in a room shielded by lead - and it accelerated when he made his pronouncement. His theory confirmed, Clark shot from the Batcave and smashed through several walls, reaching the source of the heartbeat in an instant.
When he broke into the room, a sonic cannon hit him full force. It hurt, but he'd become too good at focusing his hearing for it to slow him down. What really made him pause was who he faced.
Barbara Gordon had been sitting in front of a laptop, just now turning to face him, her glasses glinting. Her wheelchair looked like proprietary tech, so he couldn't underestimate her mobility and resourcefulness. Yet Clark found himself thinking more about how good she looked. Red locks tumbled around a gorgeous, intelligent face. Loose pants hid her legs, but her breasts swelled within her white dress shirt.
"Don't move." She was holding a small box, lead-lined, and Clark watched her fingers carefully.
"You did all this? Barbara, you-"
"Don't use my name so easily."
"Oracle, then. If you wanted to talk to me, why not just ask?"
"Oh, is it really that easy?" Her bright green eyes examined him carefully. "Why do you think I should trust you, Superman? You don't seem like yourself these days. The Superman I know wouldn't rape supervillains and turn them into his sex slaves."
Was what he'd done finally coming back to bite him? Yet he didn't see what he could do but cautiously move forward. Clark forced his muscles to relax, ready to move at an instant's notice if necessary. "There are hidden cameras, I take it?"
"Many. If you don't answer my questions satisfactorily, I'll be forced to take drastic measures."
"If you've been watching us, then you should already have your answer. If you think I'm raping them, go ask their opinion on the subject right now."
"You expect me to believe that the world's greatest thief, a dangerous eco-terrorist, and a complete psychotic just decided to reform because your dick is that great?" Her eyes flickered down toward his crotch but then back to his, hard as steel.
"I don't know if that's the reason, but the world is changing, Oracle. You watch everything, you should know. Old methods just lead to more lives being lost. This way, three dangerous criminals are working for justice and they're happy about it. Can we afford to ignore that?"
Barbara took a deep breath, her breasts rising, then shook her head sharply. "It's not right."
