As always, both comic book logic and crazy sex fantasy rules are in effect.
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"And you're sure there aren't any notes?"
"Positive," Selina said, tapping her fingers along the edge of the table. "This is all there is, unless Batman kept a diary on the computer somewhere."
"No, it's bizarrely clean. Almost like he didn't want to leave any trace for some reason..." Barbara Gordon trailed off and stared down at the gathered papers. She shifted her wheelchair back just slightly and then forward again, the way that she tended to do when she was thinking deeply.
Since she'd already done everything she could, Selina instead stared at the woman across the table from her. She liked Barbara well enough, and they'd worked together before, but she still wasn't sure if she liked Barbara's presence with them. Unlike Selina and the out-and-out villains among them, Barbara had a stubborn moral code. She might not really have joined them, instead just pretending while she bided her time to gather enough information.
Or maybe Selina was still just pissed that Barbara had managed to knock her out with a blowgun. She had to admit that the evidence didn't suggest that Barbara was working against them: specifically, the way she screamed when Superman fucked her.
Poison Ivy had actually been even more suspicious, apparently nursing some kind of vendetta against Barbara from her Batgirl days. After letting them argue for a while, Superman had taken both redheads to his room and fucked them silly. They'd gotten along fine after that, but Selina still wanted to be suspicious. Though her mental image of Barbara impaled on Superman's cock was making it difficult to imagine her as a spy.
Superman himself sat on the third side of the table. He'd barely been part of the discussion, possibly pondering deep thoughts. Well, his expression looked incredibly serious, but he might also be distracted by the enthusiastic blowjob he was getting. Harley's head bobbed up and down in his lap, bells jingling. Selina realized that Harley had changed her outfit again at some point, but Selina wasn't sure when.
She smiled as she realized the sight of Superman fucking one of them had become so common that she mostly thought about Harley's costume. She leaned her head into his field of view to catch his attention. "You're sure Batman didn't say anything else about these 'Writer' beings?"
"Nothing more than I've told you."
"You know," Barbara said thoughtfully, "when I searched 'Writers' on the computer, I actually did get one hit."
Selina hissed. "And you didn't say anything about it?"
"Because it didn't lead to anything. But your diary comment got me thinking..." Barbara quickly wheeled from their planning table to the wall of computers. Selina joined her and tried to keep up with the flurry of commands she was entering.
"What's this about? Don't tell me Bruce really kept a diary, covered in little bats and everything..."
"Of course not. But his suits and the Batmobile do track some data on his activity and he does organize it according to his cases. It's useful for getting back up to speed if he's sent through time, or loses his memory, or... you know, now that I think about it, that kind of thing happens a lot more often than you'd expect." Barbara shook her head sharply, sending her red locks flying. "Never mind that, that's not important."
A map of Gotham popped up on screen and data began detailing it, cases and conflicts. Selina examined it carefully, but it looked like Batman's usual work. "What does this have to do with the search you mentioned?"
"You see, Bruce had a label for 'Writers' among his case files. But if you look here..."
"...it's completely empty." Selina frowned, then her eyes began flickering back over the map. Most of Batman's activity was clearly labeled: investigations, stopping minor crimes, conflicts with supervillains... but some of them were oddly blank. "You think he left an indirect record of his investigation?"
Barbara glanced over her shoulder with a smile. "Exactly. Now, many of the unlabeled data points will be under different security, or simple patrolling... but I'm willing to bet that some of them belong to this empty Writers category."
"Because Bruce didn't want to draw attention to what he was doing."
"But he wanted to leave some kind of trail that could be decoded by someone who knew his work well enough. This has real potential. Thanks, Selina."
"I'll have to make random yet somehow insightful comments more often, then."
They exchanged a smile, but at that moment screams of ecstasy interrupted them. The sounds themselves weren't that uncommon, yet they still turned to look. Superman had bent Harley over the table and was railing her from behind. Though Selina bit her lip at the sight of his cock entering her, Barbara frowned.
"Aww, don't ruin our map..."
"Moved it." Superman inclined his head to the side and Selina saw that everything on the table had been moved to a different one.
"Oh, right. Super speed takes some getting used to."
Superman didn't seem angry. He kept thrusting into Harley, but his eyes moved thoughtfully between them and the largest screen. "Ignoring the points you think are patrolling, are there any clusters of them near our territory?"
"Good question." Barbara tapped briefly and then frowned. "What do you know, there are. Do you have some kind of theory?"
"No, but we've been ready to expand the area we protect for a while. Where is it?"
"To the northeast, you'll see that these sixteen blocks are... hmm, it looks like they were recently taken over by the Ventriloquist. Odd, I don't see what that gains her. She's been sticking to her own territory ever since things went bad, this isn't like her."
"The Ventriloquist is a woman? I remember a little old man."
Barbara shook her head and pulled up a photo of a leggy blond in a red evening gown. "He was killed some time ago, but the dummy was taken over by Peyton Riley."
While he looked at the picture, Superman began thrusting harder into Riley. Her arms gave out and she fell onto the table, gasping. Soon after he pulled out and came all over her back. He brushed her hair out of her face affectionately, then turned his attention back to the picture.
"Alright, then, we're expanding to control the Ventriloquist's territory. I assume that's manageable, Selina?"
