As always, both comic book logic and crazy sex fantasy rules are in effect.
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Even though she'd rested alongside Superman for a long time after he'd finished, Barbara still felt wobbly when she pulled herself back into her wheelchair. She had more than enough upper body strength to move herself around, yet she nearly fell. Getting fucked made all her muscles loosen and though she was glad to relax for a while, she needed to be able to shift between modes better.
If she had the use of her legs again, would things be easier? It was a difficult thought that she quickly forced out of her mind. What was impossible was impossible. Yet she couldn't forget about it entirely, because Harley kept bringing it up. Barbara didn't mind this version of Harley so much, but her new habit was becoming obnoxious.
Though she could monitor the city the way she had as Oracle, there wasn't much point. Things were usually stable in their territory and dangerous outside of it. If something went really wrong there'd be an alert and Superman could take care of it quickly. When he could be anywhere in the city in a second, there wasn't much need for coordination.
Honestly, her highest priority should have been making progress on the MacGuffins. Barbara pulled up her work and frowned at the radiation data. Though she'd gained multidisciplinary knowledge in her line of work, this was complicated stuff. She'd emailed a few prominent professors but-
An alert popped up in the corner of her screen and all her attention swung toward it. Not an emergency, yet... what did that mean?
"You've found something?" Superman leaned just over her shoulder, looking at the screen. Barbara nodded and tapped at the new signal.
"Someone is snooping around in the sewers beneath our part of the city."
"Why are Gotham's sewer lines so enormous, by the way?"
"No idea. But anyway, this person isn't blundering in, I wouldn't even have noticed if not for..." Barbara flipped between screens and double-checked, but there was no doubt. "Something is putting off radiation like a MacGuffin, anyway. Perhaps they're carrying one, but it could also be some kind of drone. If they managed to weaponize one into a trap, it might actually be a threat to you."
"I'll be careful." Superman had already pulled on his costume and pushed his hair back into place. She preferred it messy, especially right after she'd been running her hands through it while he fucked her silly, but Barbara had to admit that seeing him looking so professional was reassuring.
"You may be out of contact, so return to the surface if you need to contact me."
"This shouldn't take long."
He was gone a moment later, leaving her alone in the Batcave. Barbara idly shifted between tasks, not really engaging any of them. Perhaps if she...
Something caught her eye on the sewer reading. She frowned and looked more carefully. Superman had entered the sewers, going slowly to avoid wrecking all the pipes, and was heading toward the source of the MacGuffin energy. But for a moment, she thought that there'd been another signature in the tunnel.
Except... that would have been inside a water line, not one of the walkable tunnels. And it hadn't radiated heat like she would have expected from a person. Barbara eventually decided it had been nothing, but she found herself looking back to the screen repeatedly.
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Getting through the sewers turned out to be more time-consuming than expected. If he'd taken the direct route through steel and concrete he'd have arrived immediately, but that would have wrecked Gotham's sewer system. Actually having to navigate it required both full use of his reflexes and constant x-ray vision to find which passages led to dead ends.
He could still move at a speed that would be a blur to the human eye, but it felt relatively slow. There would have been enough time to take a look at exactly who he was following, but Superman decided to let it be a surprise. Maybe that would make things more interesting for once.
Even limited as he was, it didn't take him long to catch up. His target was moving very slowly, with a level of caution that would have been more than enough against any human opponent. As soon as he recognized her, Superman rerouted to appear in front of her.
Helena Bertinelli, better known as Huntress. Technically they'd been allies in the Justice League at one time, though they hadn't been assigned to many of the same missions. He recalled that the others respected her skills, if not her harsh methods, but he had usually considered her one of the fragile unpowered members.
Now, however, he found himself looking at her in an entirely different light. Huntress wore a skin-tight black and purple costume that left the olive skin of her thighs and upper arms bare. It barely seemed to contain her breasts, then stopped beneath them, a cut-away square revealing her taut stomach. All of Superman's women were in excellent physical condition, yet Huntress was nothing but sleek muscles that somehow still formed feminine curves.
Her face was barely obscured by a mask that circled her eyes before rising into peaks over her head. Long black hair fell behind and around it, somehow still shining despite her trek through the sewers. She wore purple lipstick that matched her costume.
He had plenty of time to look at her before her senses caught up. Practically the same instant she registered his appearance her hand swept up, pulling the trigger on a small crossbow that launched a bolt directly at his face. Though Clark could have let it bounce off, he decided to save her dignity and instead caught it in one hand. The tip was surprisingly sharp.
"Careful, this could kill someone."
"And it would have been your own damn fault, popping up like that." Huntress raised the crossbow beside her head and put her other hand on her hip. "What the hell are you doing lurking in Gotham's sewers?"
Superman shrugged. "I could ask the same of you."
"Pretty sure I'm a more regular sight here than you are, Big Blue Boy Scout."
"You really haven't heard?"
Huntress narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips a moment before answering. "Well, I can't say I haven't heard rumors about you, but I didn't take them seriously. I mean, you're obviously not setting up an empire in Gotham with your own harem of criminals."
"No, that's pretty accurate."
She stared at him for a long moment and Superman kept his expression utterly serious. After a long moment, she shrugged and lowered her crossbow. "Well, I guess the sex-crazed version of Superman is better than nothing. I was starting to get a feeling that I was being followed and watched, so I'm relieved it's just you."
"What exactly are you-"
"Not so fast, Big Blue. You don't get to rush past mentioning your harem that easily." Huntress sauntered closer to him, lips twisting in a smile. "You're just sticking your dick in any hot female criminals that catch your eye?"
Again, he could only shrug. "It seems pretty effective."
"I see..." She stared at him for a long moment, as if unsure if she believed him, then finally shook her head. "Well, I've been saying you boy scout types need to use more extreme measures for years, so I guess I can't complain when you do."
"It's gotten the job done so far."
"Is that so?" Her eyes slid down his body to his crotch and she took a step closer, nearly brushing against him. "Then maybe I need to try this thing out for myself." Her hands rested lightly on his chest, then slid down over his abs appreciatively before feathering across his cock. Even soft, she could obviously tell its size. "I'm guessing you need a girl who can keep them all in line, don't you?"
"Not really." He floated back just enough to avoid her touch. Huntress scowled, then threw up her hands.
"You probably couldn't handle me anyway. Now, what are you doing here?"
"Asking you what you're doing. It's taking a remarkably long time."
Huntress turned away and began moving down the corridor again. She set her feet very carefully with each step, otherwise her heel-like boots might lose their grip and send her off the side of the narrow walkway and into the dark sewer water. As she went, she spoke over her shoulder.
"I found one of these MacGuffins that all the criminals in Gotham seem to be fighting over. Isn't worth a damn thing, as far as I can tell, but it seems to be resonating with something. I've been trying to track the source and it took me into the sewers."
"Interesting. None of ours have resonated."
