Okay, time for a crazy chapter again. I dug a little deeper for the team in this chapter, so for your reference: I'm thinking of the Magpie from Beware the Batman and the Nocturna from the New 52. Based solely on their appearances, naturally, who knows what canon this story is?
As always, both comic book logic and crazy sex fantasy rules are in effect.
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Yup, it sure matched all of Barbara's pretty wave lines. Whatever she was seeing, it was the same thing. But even though she'd figured that out many minutes ago, Harley kept watching Superman fuck Talia al Ghul while fingering herself.
For science.
"What exactly are you doing, Harley?" Superman glanced up at her.
Harley grinned and spread her legs a little wider to give him a better view. "I think that's obvious, Supes."
"If you want to join in, just come in."
"Aah, beloved!" Talia arched her back and moaned. "Harder, love me harder!"
Ignoring her, Harley shrugged as well as she could while shoving fingers up her pussy. "Nah, I'm fine watchin'. Looking at all the pretty energy Barbara talks about."
That got Superman's attention, though he didn't stop thrusting into Talia. "You can see these m-waves?"
"Not exactly. I'm probably just imagin' things, cuz I'm crazy."
"Beloved!" Talia didn't seem to have noticed Harley, but she did grab Superman's head and pull him into a kiss. When it was done, she kept talking. "Make me feel you, lover! Imprint your hard masculinity on my body, beloved, until I can never forget you."
"Geez, that's cheesy." Harley scratched her head with one of the spikes on her hammer. "Can you just fuck her until she can't talk?"
Though Superman didn't answer, he did kiss Talia passionately and begin increasing the pace of his thrusts. Her moans turned to low screams that became a wordless cry as he pounded into her. Soon she was too overwhelmed by ecstasy to speak, toss her head wildly and completely unaware of anything around her. Without slowing his pace, Superman glanced back at Harley.
"You were saying?"
Harley shoved most of her hand deep inside her. It wasn't as good as his cock, but fuck, she needed it. It wasn't fair just now good Supes was to her. At the beginning she'd happily dreamed of being a sex toy chained in a prison cell. The reality was so much better that she still couldn't believe it sometimes... though she was still a fucktoy. Superman might take what she said seriously, but when he fucked her he used her exactly the way she wanted.
"I just, unh, think I'm seein' - unf - what Barbara was saying." Harley reluctantly pulled her hand out and settled for watching Superman pound Talia. "For her, it's all energy and science. For me, it's stories. Dunno if either one is right. Yer really good at this, I'm surprised ya haven't gotten a feel for it on your own."
"I guess I'm just trying to wrap my head around what these beings could possibly want. I mean..." He looked down at Talia thoughtfully, and Harley thought she saw a quiet happiness as he brought her so much ecstasy. "I want to believe people are good, but if this is true, we're not good or evil, we're just toys to them."
"Or characters."
"Hmm." Superman considered that for a moment, then opened his mouth to say something else. Abruptly his eyes shifted, as if he'd heard something and then he vanished out the door with Talia still impaled on his cock.
Harley leapt to her feet and scrambled after him, curious what it could be. She caught up to him in the central chamber, where more than a few had gathered. Superman floated in the air, bringing Talia down from an orgasm into peaceful exhaustion as he watched the computer screen. It was a newscast, but one that had been hijacked by very familiar technology. Harley's knuckles tightened on her hammer.
Yet the face on the video wasn't the Joker, it was a bald man with a neckbeard and yellow glasses. Hugo Strange? He had his fingers placed together in a careful steeple and was speaking with his usual pretentious tones.
"Having said that, I trust that I have Superman's attention now, so I will speak plainly. You are clearly a sick and confused megalomaniac in desperate need of treatment. The Nietzschean implications of your name alone need hours of focus. If you do not submit to my psychiatric evaluation at the location I will display on screen, my associates will begin killing random civilians within your domain."
"Oh, wow, that's fucked up." Stephanie wobbled into the room and Harley slid an arm around her shoulder to keep her up. She had been walking strangely for a while, since despite the fact that it did a number on her, she kept cheerfully hopping back onto Superman's cock again. Harley liked her.
"Yeah, Strange has always been a little st... dang. Fucked up, yeah."
The mad doctor continued speaking in the same even voice. "I presume you will not accept your need for treatment and engage in some kind of phallic struggle against it." That got a snort from Barbara. "In an effort to ensure your compliance, I have assembled a rather more powerful staff than usual. Say hello, will you?"
Abruptly the camera turned, revealing that a group of five supervillains stood some distance to the side of his desk. The Scarecrow and Man-Bat Harley didn't care about, but she hadn't thought about the two women since Superman had taken her. Nocturna was a raven-haired pale beauty in the shadows while Magpie showed off her fantastic body and short white hair.
Just when she thought it was only the four of them, a blue face leaned in from around the camera. Mr. Freeze grinned broadly and spoke in a booming voice. "
ICE
to meet you!"
Everyone groaned.
Fortunately, Freeze turned the camera back toward Hugo Strange, who now began tapping his index fingers together in a measured rhythm. "Unless you publically surrender, Superman, my allies will split up and began executing my threat. Since you cannot stop them all yourself, I trust you will do the right thing. Obviously, the women you have captured as some kind of twisted maternal replacement are not equal to them, so you have no choice. I will see you soon."
With that the video disappeared, replaced with a map of Gotham. Barbara closed the television app and wheeled around to face the group grimly. "That was a pre-recorded message, so his supervillains are presumably already in place. What's our next move?"
"It's a trap!" Harley couldn't help herself yelling, but it made everyone look at her. Everyone except Superman, who had wrapped Talia in a sheet and was setting her down gently on the couch. The others started to object to Harley's statement, pointing out that the trap couldn't be that obvious, but Superman straightened and turned to face everyone.
"Harley is right. Not a trap for me, but for you. Strange was unsubtly trying to convince me to send you out to stop his minions. He knows he can't fight me directly, but he thinks he can win if he captures you for leverage."
Barbara nodded. "What do we do, then?"
"Stay here and relax." Superman cracked his neck from side to side. "I'll just do this myself."
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Despite his bravado, Superman did hurry to fly over Gotham. Fast as he was, he couldn't find, locate and stop five different murderers simultaneously. That was assuming Hugo Strange's game was really that straightforward. Killing civilians would upset Superman, yes, but it wouldn't bring Strange an inch closer to his goal.
It was amazing that no supervillain had tried to use such blunt tactics already. Superman had hoped that he had successfully forced them to adopt a better code of war, but apparently not. As his irritation rose, he realized that he wasn't going to hold back.
Well, obviously he'd hold back. He wasn't going to punch them through the moon. But this would not be the Big Blue Boy Scout.
The first one of the supervillains he spotted was menacing a group of cowering civilians quite effectively... but not actually killing them. That made sense, if the entire point of the plan was to draw out his harem. If he moved fast enough, then, he didn't actually have to eliminate all of them simultaneously.
His first target was Nocturna. Not exactly an A-list villain, but an impressive woman nonetheless. She wore a skin-tight catsuit unzipped to reveal a great deal of strangely luminous white skin. Her lipstick and hair were the same shade of midnight black. At the moment, she was aiming a gun at a terrified group in a restaurant.
The next moment, she disappeared.
She took a moment to realize that she'd been moved to an abandoned rooftop. In that time, Superman scanned her body for any signals and found only a simple radio she could have used to call for help. If he hadn't already burned it out, anyway. She struggled against his grip, breasts jiggling in her tight suit.
"Who are you again?" Superman stared down at her with a slight frown. "Are you a jewel thief? Or are you an actual vampire?"
After staring at him blankly she gasped, trying to form an answer.
"You know what? I don't really care. You're mine now."
She was already deep inside his influence, so the words made her shiver. When he let her go, she didn't make any move to flee. Instead she kept her wide eyes locked on his as she slowly slipped the suit off her shoulders, revealing her heavy breasts and flaring hips. Though her skin was fascinating in its unnatural paleness, Superman didn't really have time for a strip tease.
In a flash he was behind Nocturna, pushing his rod into her dripping folds. She moaned and fell forward, caught only by his hand around one of her breasts. After Superman pushed all the way inside her, he tugged lightly on her hair until she arched her back to lean back against him with his cock still inside her. He massaged one of her breasts to hold her there and lifted into the air again.
