Barbara Gordon awoke in a haze. The sunlight from the open window blinded her. Her throat burned. Her stomach and jaw ached. Her hair and sweater were sticky and matted with dried fluids. Dried semen. Barbara saw Helena and Dinah slumped out on top of each other half naked. They were cuddling each other with smiles on their faces and softly snoring. Puddles of dried semen were scattered about the floor and under their reddened lower bodies.
The fog lifted. Superman. He'd had his way with Helena and Dinah for hours. He used them like pieces of meat. He used her mouth like a cum dump yet somehow Barbara smiled. While any level-headed woman would've been disgusted, there was something exciting about seeing her friend's raw red pussies split open. The salty aftertaste of Superman's seed lingered on her tongue and throat.
"Girls." Barbara said. Her voice was hollow. She stretched her arms and cleared her throat.
"Girls. Wake up." They were still asleep.
Barbara rolled towards them and shook Helena's shoulder.
"Huh...mmmh." Helena mumbled, still deep asleep.
"Helena. Wake up." Barbara tapped her face.
"Huh? Wha?" Helena opened her eyes. "What happened?"
Barbara grabbed her friend's arm to help her to her feet. Dinah was still out cold.
"It smells awful. Everything hurts." Helena just noticed her and her friends' nakedness.
"Did we get drunk?"
"You really don't remember?" Barbara pointed down at Helena's battered pussy.
"Oh. Yeah..." A sly smile crossed the raven-haired beauty's face.
"Yeah." Barbara blushed.
"He really went to town, didn't he?" Helena sat on the couch. "I can barely stand!"
"Poor Dinah. She's still out." Barbara said.
"Do you think we can call him back?" Helena asked.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes. That was the best fuck I've had in years. No, the best fuck I've had ever."
"Take a damn shower before you think about marrying him. You stink." Barbara said. Helena removed her ruined top. Dinah finally woke up.
"Is Superman still here?" Dinah mumbled while crawling against the arm of the couch.
"A kiss on the cheek huh?" Helena smiled.
"Shut up. You liked it too." Dinah retorted.
"I never said I didn't."
There was a loud knock at the door.
"I'll get it!" Helena shot off the couch and into her room to change into a pair of fresh clothes. Another knock.
"Just a second!" Helena threw on an old black rock band shirt and sweatpants. She looked through the peephole and saw Bruce Wayne standing outside. Helena tried her best to hide her disappointment before opening the door.
"Bruce."
"Helena," He grabbed her shoulders. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah. I'm fine. Why?"
"None of you answered your phones. What happened here?" Helena stepped back to let Bruce in. He was immediately hit with the smell of hours of sex.
"Bruce," Oracle wheeled out of her room in an oversized hoodie. "When was the last time you spoke to Superman?"
"Not since Brainiac's return. We've all been a little busy." Bruce said.
"You might want to sit down."
*
Kara-Zor El was casually flying over Metropolis, soaking up the sun and watching the early morning hustle and bustle of the city below her. She always enjoyed soaring right above the skyscrapers. It was relaxing. Some people still got distracted from their regular office jobs when she flew past the windows. It certainly wasn't due to a flying woman; at this point the people of Metropolis were used to superhumans. It was because of her looks.
Kara pretended she wasn't aware of the effect her appearance had on humankind. Part of her loved it. The attention, the admiration, and the respect. The respect was earned even easier due to her actual heroics. Stopping planes from falling out of the sky or saving a bus full of school children was easy. Life on earth was easy, especially when she lived in the shadow of Superman.
Even though the wind filled her ears she still heard the faint buzz of her phone that she tucked into a small flap of her cape. When she first met Batman, he was adamant that she needed a phone if she was going to work with the Justice League. It took her a while to figure out how to use it and after that, it took her even longer to figure out how to type and take calls without smashing it in her iron grip. She landed on the rooftop of one of the many skyscrapers and noticed six missed calls from Bruce Wayne. Kara very carefully tapped the answer button.
"Hey Bruce. What's going on?"
"Kara, listen very carefully. Have you seen Clark? I haven't since Brainiac's ship appeared." Bruce's voice was uncharacteristically shaky.
"No. Why?"
"I've been told that he... something's come over him." Bruce said.
"Bruce," Kara lowered her tone. "What did he do?"
"He entered the Birds of Prey's private apartment and he... had his way with them."