The Despero Intersection

JLA: The Despero Intersection by JR

Based on the story by Giffen, DeMatteis and Hughes featured in the Justice League of America comic book. issues #37-#40. Now told without any damn censoring.

PROLOGUE 1: ALWAYS READ THE FINE PRINT

Somewhere by Neptune's orbit, a small, rather depressing-looking moon was shrouded by an enormous shadow. Slowly, the gargantuan object blocking the faint light of Sol, passed a few hundred miles to a side of the lifeless rock, whose cratered surface was mute witness to the passage of the gigantic artificial construct, as it soared inexorably through the apparent nothingness of space.

"SPACE! THE FINAL FRONTIER..."

"Sir, you are shouting again."

"Oh, thank you, L-Ron," answered the tall, ornately armored Manga Khan, head of the galactic capitalistic Conglomerate, his long, silken cape flowing behind him as he walked, absentmindedly scratching his behind. "How long was it this time?"

"A full ten minutes without talking out loud to yourself, My Lord," answered the small robot, his mechanical voice making a very acceptable facsimile of a sigh.. "Almost half an hour without any lengthy expository monologue."

"Good. Good. I feel I am making great progress. Hey! What was that?"

L-Ron's optical array peered at the fading flare of light seen through a side view port while he accessed the central mainframe. "Just a primitive artifact of the Earthlings that our gravitic flux field brushed aside. A robot probe, I believe."

"Robot probe?"

"I love it when you talk dirty, my Lord."

"I can't believe it!" said a man dressed in a garish red and yellow costume, trailing behind Manga and L-Ron as he peered at a hand span-thick printout. "And I thought Apokolipsian legalese was thick!"

"Ah! Mister Miracle!" said Khan opening his arms in a welcoming gesture. "Shouldn't you be resting for your lengthy tour?"

"Khan! This is ridiculous!" complained Scott Free, best known as Mister Miracle, the master escape artist. "The wordplay here makes no sense at all. Mother Box almost fainted translating it."

The living computer strapped to Mr. Miracle's arm 'pinged' weakly in agreement, while Khan chuckled with amusement.

"Psion lawyers are indeed the best in all the Galaxy. Devious, cold-hearted fiends. I love their work. Stopped trying to read the contracts myself years ago."

"By Highfather! According to this, a Citadel slave or an Armaghetto Hunger Dog has more rights and benefits than I do!"

"Yes, yes, beautiful redaction indeed."

"Look, you know I'll honor my obligations, no matter how much that idiot agent of mine shafted me, but I can't stay off-Earth this long without at least calling my Wife. And the Justice League, too."

"Long-distance calls are not covered. Sorry."

"For the Source's sake, even criminals get a phone call!"

"Ah, but you are not even a criminal," Khan said. "You are just Talent. BWA-HA-HAAA-HA!"

"You are laughing hysterically again, My Lord."

"Oh. Thank you again, L-Ron. Good work."

"That's why you pay me the Big Bucks, Sir."

"Khan, you know what happened the last time," said Mr. Miracle. "My wife and the Justice League will again come looking for me, and all hell will break loose. You have no idea how Barda gets when she's pissed. Look, just let me call and tell her that I'll be a few months late for dinner and-"

"Don't worry, Mr. Mira Culo-"

"Miracle."

"-You need not worry about your spouse and friends," continued L-Ron. "As specified in line six of paragraph ten of page five of Clause 73a, a fully functional android duplicate has been provided to fill in for all your duties on Earth for the duration."

"A robot? You expect my wife and friends to be fooled by a robot?"

"Worked for Elvis."

"I really, really need to change agents," Scott muttered, looking again at the massive document. "The tie-in merchandise sucks, too. Crappy ToyFare action figures... And a Mr. Miracle all-purpose toilet brush?"

He sighed. It was going to be a long tour.

The gigantic construct continued its travel, oblivious to the complains of the organic life inside its mammoth frame, all such concerns insignificant to its all-consuming mission of making a sizable profit.

"And just what exactly did you mean by 'fully functional'?"

PROLOGUE 2: LEST OL' ACQUAINTANCES BE FORGOT

The NASA probe sputtered, circuits overloading.

He knew not how long it had taken to draw the scattered fragments of his essence back into a semblance of self. It could have been minutes or eons. To his sensory deprived consciousness, it had felt like an eternity. An eternity to nurture his hate.

Reshaping a body was a lot easier than reassembling his mind had been. He only needed energy, and the sudden power surge of the pathetic Earthling device was enough to start the process. The power of his hate would be enough to continue.

*THERE. I CAN SENSE THEM. CLOSE, SO CLOSE.*

The objects of his hate were within reach. He felt his body grow stronger in the knowledge.

Crackling with power, the creature's still embryonic body sped toward the inner planets, leaving behind him the ruin of the Earthling probe.

*MY HATE MUST HAVE EXPRESSION.*

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The two baffled NASA technicians who received the probe's last transmissions minutes later, chose discretion as a career move.

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PART ONE: SHE'S GOT THE LOOK

"Oh-My-God!"

"Mmm... Hubba-hubba."

"You're recording this, right?"

"You bet."

"I just got religion. This is irrefutable proof that there's a God," whimpered Blue Beetle, drooling rather literally. "How else can you explain something so, so... PERFECT?"

"Just look at those legs, man. Long, smooth, muscular, but not too thick..." said Booster Gold. "And that ass! Ouch... Who needs bracelets? That butt can deflect gunfire for sure."

"Butt? I haven't reached there yet!" said Beetle. "Can't take my eyes off the tits. Damn, even Fire's rack can't compare to that."

"Not as big as Power Girl or Scott's wife, I think, but much more prominent and high-set."

"How can those jugs even fit in there? How big you guess those babies are?"

"Mmm... About 38D."

"No way! Look at 'em, those gotta be at least a forty inch set! Look at how plump and round they are!"

"Exactly, you idiot. It's not the size. You can see tits twice as big in any strip club-"

"You can? Where?"

"-but they just look gross, man. It's the shape and proportion that counts, how naturally round and high-"

"And firm but still jiggly..." gasped Beetle, biting his knuckles.

"She has a broad back and a very narrow waist, too. That makes it all look even more impressive."

"That top has no straps or anything. Just how the hell does it stay on?"

"Um, you're right. That's one mayor superpower there."

"Can you zoom in a bit? I think I can notice the nipples."

"You weren't breast-fed as a baby, right? Stop obsessing over individual parts, man! It's the complete package that matters! Look at that face! That hair!"

"Can't help it. I'm a mammal," whined Beetle. "Look at them. There can't be a greater pair of boobs in the whole world."

"I can think of a pair right in front of me," said a deep voice behind them.

Booster and Beetle both turned around instantly, the monitor room chairs swiveling to face the tall, imposing green figure of J'onn J'onzz, the Martian Manhunter.

"Uh-Hi, J'onn, how's it hanging?" said Beetle with a way too eager, way too toothy smile.

"I may hang the two of you if you cannot behave yourselves," said J'onn, his eyes narrowed menacingly below his protruding Martian brow. Inside, however, J'onn smiled. Irritating as the behavior of the team's resident comedians could be, it was hard to remain angry for long. "The monitors are not for staring at a visitor's anatomy."

"Shouldn't we always check for uh, concealed weapons or something? Just in that cleavage..."

"Beetle, please show some respect."

"Aw, come on, you know I'm always a perfect gentleman," said Beetle, while Booster wished very hard to vanish into the JLI Embassy's carpeting.

"Yes, Beetle, and the video camera Fire found in her shower was just a mistake, I am sure."

"You bet! It should have been hidden a lot better. Uh-Anyway, Kilowog did it."

"Kilowog is not an Earthling, Beetle, why would he have any interest in Fire's unclothed form?"

"Maybe he was hungry or something? You've seen how that guy eats."

"Uh," volunteered Booster. "Perhaps Kilowog was just beefing up security and couldn't tell apart the different types of rooms, being an alien and all, you know."

"Are you implying that all non-Earthlings are ignorant fools?" J'onn asked softly, his seven feet of massive green muscles towering over his teammates' sitting figures.

"No, no! Culture shock. That's what I meant."

"Well, you two may be in for some mayor shocks if you embarrass us again, understood?"

J'onn glanced at the monitor screen showing the Embassy's foyer, where League administrators Maxwell Lord and Oberon were greeting Princess Diana of the Amazons, better known worldwide as Wonder Woman. She was dressed in her usual brief attire homaging the American flag colors, with golden-plated bustier and star-spangled bottom, plus knee-high boots, tiara and bracelets. She was carrying a small duffel bag, too. With a casual psychokinetic pulse, J'onn turned the monitor off.

"Alright, Booster, you come with me to greet the Princess," J'onn said. "Beetle, you remain here on monitor duty. Try to stay out of trouble."

"On, man, no!" Beetle pouted. "That's not fair! Why Booster and not me?"

"Good point. You both stay here, then."

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"It would be a pleasure to have you stay with us, Wonder Woman," Maxwell Lord said, while he shook hands with the beautiful Amazon Princess. "The Justice League's Embassies are open at all times for you."

"Thank you, Mr. Lord," Wonder Woman answered with a dazzling smile, shouldering the duffel bag she carried. "It is only for a couple of days, until I can address the United Nations committee."

*That must have been practiced. No one could smile like THAT just on natural talent,* Max thought, smiling himself with well-polished charm. A successful life in high finance, and his recent handling of the new Justice League International, had allowed Max to meet more than his share of the most beautiful women in the world. Few could compare to the bright-eyed young woman now facing him, but at least he could avoid staring.

Oberon tried to do the same, but he lacked Max's nonchalance, as well as his height. Being less than four feet tall, he had to step back and crane his neck to better look at the girl's face past the prominence of her bust, as he sought to find an innocuous angle of sight. No easy task, he realized. There was a lot to stare at on that girl.

*Crotch's right in front of my face, for God's sake! And that damned star-spangled bottom could hardly be skimpier!* Oberon thought, shifting on his feet uneasily, sticking his hands into the pockets of his pleated pants to make his growing erection less noticeable. It was not like him to behave this way, he chided himself. *So she's cute and has nice tits? Big deal, Fire's always around half naked, too, and Scott's wife's not called Big Barda just 'cause she's tall.*

"Nonsense, you are welcome to stay for as long as you wish," Max said, leading her to the drawing room. "We were quite devastated when you resigned from our European branch, after the Extremists' situation. Your presence was such a great asset."

*Boy, Max's really laying it on thick,* Oberon thought, feeling relieved as they all sat down, and he could place his hands over his lap.

"I have been too busy to commit to a group, Mr. Lord. But I would be happy to help the League whenever I can."

"If you're going back into our reserve line-up, we should give you a new signal device, Wonder Woman," Oberon commented, looking up nervously as she crossed her legs gracefully. *Jeez, not even Black Canary had legs like that...*

"Oh, please call me Diana," she said, smiling at him. "Thank you."

"Oberon, I, uh, am Oberon," he said in a voice that threatened to break, feeling dumbstruck by her smile.

"Like the Faerie?"

"Fairy?" Oberon asked, frowning.

"The Lord of the Faerie realm. The playwright Shakespeare featured him in a play in the English language, did he not? As well as a character named after my mother, Hypolita."

*Jesus on a pogo stick. All that and brains, too.*

"You should catch up on your reading some dreamless midsummer night, Oberon," said J'onn J'onzz with a smile as he walked into the room. "Princess."

"J'onn!," Diana said, rising up to warmly take his hands into hers. "I had not seen you since the Invasion."

"It is good to have you here without need for a crisis, Princess."

"Hello, I am Scott Free, Mister Miracle, the world's greatest escape artist."

"Yes, we had met, Mr. Free," said Diana, as she shook hands with the red-and-yellow garbed figure who had just walked in, following J'onn.

J'onn glanced at Mister Miracle with some confusion. He had not felt Scott walking behind him. Scott's mind was typically much more guarded than a normal Earthling's, and J'onn always kept his telepathic senses politely restrained among friends, yet to be fully unaware of a mental presence was very unusual.

"Scotty, my boy," Oberon said, cheerfully. "Weren't you supposed to be starting that foreign tour today? Or did that lousy agent blow it again?"

"I could find you better representation," Max volunteered.

"The tour will go as scheduled." Mister Miracle told Oberon flatly, with none of the warmth he usually reserved for his old friend and former assistant. "There is nothing wrong."

"Hey, Scott's here, too," another voice interrupted.

"Beetle, weren't you two supposed to remain on monitor duty?," asked J'onn with a resigned tone.

"Kilowog dropped by and relieved us," said Beetle with a shameless smile as he stepped forward to shake Wonder Woman's hand, sucking in his gut as much as he could. "Miss Woman, uh, Princess Di, so glad to have you here."

>>>Beetle, try not to drool on the Princess's boots, please.<<< J'onn's telepathic voice resonated inside Beetle's head.

*I can't hump her leg, either?* thought Beetle in reply, his smile threatening to outgrow his face, while he made a conscious but not too strenuous effort to avoid peeking at the Amazon's cleavage.

"Your Highness," said Booster, nudging Beetle aside with his shoulder as he bent to kiss her hand, running through his mind a myriad pick-up lines never yet heard in the 20th Century, before finally settling for an aged classic of lameness. "You honor us with your presence."

"There really is no need for such formality-" said Diana, feeling very embarrassed.

"Beetle, it'll take half an hour more to rewire all monitors to record in X-ray," said the hugely muscled, eight-foot-tall former Green Lantern called Kilowog, entering the room with his toolbox in hand.

"Oh, hullo, Miss," he added, wiping his oversized hand on his greasy denim overalls before offering it to the surprised Wonder Woman.

J'onn sighed. Sometimes it was hard to tell if they were all playacting or being fools sincerely. Often he couldn't see any difference.

*At least Gardner is not here to make things worse,* he thought.

"Hey! Miss Wonder Boobs's here!" exclaimed Guy Gardner as he walked by the corridor, a six-pack of beer in one hand and a plain brown package in the other. "Now why doesn't anyone inform me of shit like that? I woulda taken a bath or sumthin'!"

And then the sprinklers turned on.

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PART TWO: COME ON BABY, LIGHT MY FIRE

Her trembling lips were soft, and sweeter than the fondly remembered candy of one's youth. She was at first hesitant in returning the kiss, her shyness making her even more adorable, but gradually she gave in to the caress, her small mouth opening in gentle surrender. Her lips and tongue moved in a slow dance of desire and as the kiss became more and more intense and involved.

She began to breathe heavily with eager anticipation as the kisses traveled from her lips to her sensitive neck, and then began to move downwards slowly, in a maddening progression of delicious teasing. She moaned softly as lips brushed tenderly the edge of an aureole, drawing careful circles around the rosy nipple without touching the small nub. When the nipple had hardened in aching need, the caress switched to her other breast, repeating the process and the change again and again until she could not help but push out her chest in silent supplication, almost painfully aware of her nipples' hardness. She then let out a soft gasp as the excited buds were finally touched, teeth biting lightly first on one and then the other, gently worrying the erect buds.

She blushed then as she felt her lover's oral caress leave her small, firm breasts and move down her torso, to linger for a few moments on the navel before heading even lower.

"No, don't..." she complained with very little conviction, before complying with the silent but insistent request of the hands asking her to spread her legs, to expose her sex to the incoming pleasure.

She held her breath in expectation as she felt the soft white hairs of her neatly trimmed pubis being playfully nuzzled by a nose, her sensitive skin feeling the warmth of the breathing of her lover.

She almost cried out then as she felt the first feathery touch on her sex, as lips caressed lips with slow and skillful motions, while gentle hands ran over the smooth skin of her thighs and hips, subtly hinting at the promise of even greater pleasures.

An able tongue worked her outer labia and probed her moist slit, while fingers slid carefully along her perineum, caressing the base of the labia and the rosy entrance to her anus, and played around the hood covering the erect clitoris, teasingly avoiding direct contact with the love button itself. She moaned and whimpered with rising desire as the pleasure grew, flooding her loins with exquisite warmth.

"Aaaah...!" she cried out, as her clitoris was finally caressed by the flick of the tongue pleasuring her, and a finger probed with care the entrance to her vagina.

She did little more than tremble and moan for the next few minutes as the pleasure rose, each instant taking her to a higher level of excitement than before, far beyond what she ever believed possible, taking on an almost manic urgency.

The pleasure had grown from a languid, softly pleasant warmth to an all-consuming inferno, as if every single nerve had been bared raw and ignited by flames that could not be denied, that threatened to overcome her very sense of being, as if her whole existence could be swallowed by her desperate need for release.

"OH, BEA!" Ice cried out in ecstasy as she finally reached climax, her orgasm overwhelming her body and mind with a power that her slender, delicate frame seemed unable to contain. Her hands clenched with unusual strength on handfuls of the luxurious curls of her lover's hair as she rode out her orgasm, her voice breaking as her whimpers and cries filled her room in the Justice League's Embassy.

Beatriz DaCosta, the Brazilian heroine known as Fire, smiled with pleased satisfaction, ignoring the weakening pulls on her hair as Ice convulsed in what was perhaps the lovely girl's first orgasm ever. With loving tenderness, she pressed her check against Ice's still trembling thigh, kissing her on the soft juncture of leg and pubis, while letting her hands caress the smooth skin of belly and leg until she felt the convulsions fade completely.

As Ice lay gasping on her back, Fire slid from between the open legs of her lover and moved up to embrace her, the caramel-colored body of the well-tanned Brazilian bombshell contrasting beautifully with the flushed skin of the dazed Nordic girl.