As always, both comic book logic and crazy sex fantasy rules are in effect.
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At the far end of the Batcave, one of the training rooms sat almost completely empty. Cassandra knelt on the hard wooden floor, bringing herself to a place of perfect calm. Even though they didn't anticipate much danger in the coming mission, she wanted to be at her best. This place was the only part of the cave where she could find silence.
Well, relative silence. Two women were screaming in ecstasy from the room next door. Cassandra cocked her head slightly and determined that it was Huntress and Calendar Girl. Mystery resolved, she returned to her meditation.
Cries of passion were as good as silence for her now. The girl she had been not long ago might have embarrassed to live in a place where Superman could be fucking someone around any corner, but she had left that part of herself behind. All she did was watch their bodies admiringly and go on her way.
She was surprised by how much joy martial arts brought her now. For too long she had been focused on improving herself for the sake of defeating her greatest opponents, but now she could practice her arts in a pure way. Being able to spar with so many friendly partners also helped separate her skills from the killing intent they had signified for so long.
But though she was happy with her training, it no longer satisfied another part of her. She longed for progression toward a goal, and fighting couldn't give her that anymore. Looking back, she realized that improving her use of language had once served the same purpose for her, and she'd approached relationships in much the same way. But now she had complete mastery of language and she didn't need other relationships now that she had Superman.
What had satisfied her most was, surprisingly, taking on Superman's goals as her own. He certainly aimed high, though it was difficult to see how her martial talents could be used in service to such lofty ideals. Plus, it seemed unlikely that her skills would contribute significantly to any battle.
Improving his harem, though? She could do that.
Five women formed the harem's core, including Cassandra herself. Selina Kyle and Poison Ivy radiated pure sex, of course, and Superman fucked them basically every day. Harley Quinn could be found bouncing on his cock more than anyone, but Superman actually spent the most time with Barbara Gordon. That left Cassandra, and the way Superman treated her during their marathon sessions left no doubt in her mind that she was one of his favorites.
Most nights at least one of the five shared his bed, but there were others that Superman didn't neglect. Peyton Riley, the former Ventriloquist, frequently appeared during strategy meetings to suck his cock while they talked. She was apparently especially talented, but the others didn't seem jealous due to something they called the "Day of Blowjobs" - whatever that meant.
Cassandra often sparred with Nyssa, Shiva, and Huntress, and sometimes when they were finished she would find Superman watching them. She knew he fucked them at other times, but after watching them spar he was particularly overwhelming when he took them and then her.
She hadn't had time to know the others as well. She'd seen Superman with the young woman called Ten, teaching her surprisingly gently. He was much more dominating with the Queen, Roxy Rocket, and Calendar Girl, though they sought him out whenever he was free to try to get some of his attention.
For the most part Superman was focused on criminals, but there were a few others. His focus on quality over quantity, which Cassandra entirely supported, didn't prevent him from keeping a few other women on the periphery of the Batcave. Several of Peyton Riley's more attractive subordinates had joined them at some point. Two of the Penguin's callgirls shared a room and stared after Superman, and Cassandra herself had tracked down three others.
They'd acted like escorts, but when put to the test they'd proved to have some training in firearms and hand to hand combat. Cassandra had cut through them like butter, of course, but it had still been satisfying to watch them to submit to Superman afterward. She knew Superman didn't need her to give him women, but she loved the thrill she got when she did.
Perhaps it all came back to her desire for mastery again. She wanted Superman to be progressing toward something, but he didn't need any more physical power. Mastering whatever force let him control an entire harem, however, was both necessary and satisfying.
All in all, he had just over twenty women. Though Cassandra could imagine having too many, even assuming Superman would never neglect her, she didn't think they'd reached that limit yet. Which was part of the reason she was looking forward to the mission to capture Talia.
"Cass?" Barbara sat outside her door, having approached surprisingly quietly. "They're almost ready."
"Thank you, Babs." Cassandra rose to her feet smoothly and walked to the door. She paused there, looking down at her friend. "Do you wish you could join us?"
"You can tell?" She looked down and brushed her hair away from her face.
"I may not be able to explain it to you in a way you'll find satisfying, but I know that we can choose who we are. You may be able to-"
"I know." Barbara took her hand and squeezed it. "I need some more time to think right now. Maybe after I've unraveled this radiation problem, it will all seem more comprehensible. But right now, part of me doesn't want anything to change."
"It doesn't have to. We'll see you tonight." Cassandra embraced her briefly and then flashed down the corridor, quickly joining the others.
All their physically powerful members had gathered in one of the cavern entrances to the Batcave. Most likely, they wouldn't be needed. But if Superman's suspicions were correct, they would be ready to execute the plan. Though Superman didn't risk any of them on problems he could solve in an instant, she was glad he didn't chauvinistically insist on doing everything himself.
There was no declaration, just a red and blue blur before they began disappearing one at a time. Cassandra closed her eyes and waited for her turn.
It was time to defeat Ra's al Ghul once and for all.
X X X
When Superman arrived at the base, he didn't sense any heartbeats. That wasn't unexpected, since Selina had been clear that her information was probably a plant. But if Ra's was willing to plant information that was anything other than a red herring, that meant he was prepared for a battle. And that meant it would end very soon.
Talia had allegedly retreated with him, but Superman spent much less time worrying about her. He remembered her as hauntingly beautiful and wouldn't mind taking her for himself, but she'd always been less ruthless than her father. Right now, Superman was only concerned about if Ra's al Ghul had the obvious trump card up his sleeve.
"Superman, I wondered when you would find this place."
The voice of the Demon's Head echoed in the courtyard, but it was only a recording. No doubt the fact of his arrival had been signaled as soon as he arrived, though Superman hadn't seen the devices responsible.
"You've always denied your superiority to mortal men and I've grown tired of your naivety. Stay in Gotham, and we can ignore one another. But if you choose to challenge me, I will end your life this day.
