This story takes place a year post "graduation day" storyline for Jaime. Please excuse any continuity mistakes, it's been a while since I got to read everything.
Jaime loves every minute of this, if anyone is concerned
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Chapter 1
Narrative:
Wonder Woman, Princess Diana, stood atop a pile of rubble in the battle torn downtown of Star City with the result of her struggle strewn about her. Waves and waves of parademons, like rings on a tree, surrounded her on the ground, defeated. Her armor and costume torn, grimy, bloody. Her thick and lustrous hair slightly dulled by ash, but no less of a mane for the warrior. Before her was a very large, but empty depression in the ground, and Diana's mind went back to what had just transpired.
The forces of Apokolips had attempted another invasion of Earth in an attempt to subjugate its people and remove earth's powerful metahuman threat. Diana, the fiercest warrior on Earth, lead a Justice League strike force through Star City to rout Darkseid's forces and protect innocents. She had quickly chosen her team to cover any tactical needs for the mission and they departed the JLA satellite. She brought bruisers and warriors: Big Barda, Starfire, and Metamorpho. Someone she knew she could trust from numerous past missions: Wonder Girl--Cassie Sandsmark. Beth Chapel, Doctor Midnight 2, could hold her own and functions as a medic in battle. And lastly, she brought Jaime Reyes, the rather new Blue Beetle.
Diana had met Jaime only once or twice but was familiar with his dossier. She knew him to be a sweet college-age young man but hoped he could serve as a specialist on this mission. The technology of Apokolips was foreign, but Jaime's alien scarab had interacted with it in the past. Cyborg, Mister Miracle, and Mister Terrific had already been assigned to other teams--Jaime would have to do.
Diana's POV:
My warriors look ready. I know they can take on a platoon of parademons each if necessary. Beth knows her role and I know she can get out of a scrape. I have battled with and mentored Cassie for long enough and trust her implicitly. Her skills have been honed, although she is a little guarded. Even at the age of 19 she seems like the kid unwilling to let anyone in. No--I musn't get distracted by my protective feelings for her, she has proven herself capable. Jaime--I musn't use his secret identity out loud-- seems to be a different story. He keeps fidgeting in his seat during this briefing, and his eyes darting to the different people in the room. He seems to steal glances at Cassie, but I can't read much about him with his beetle power suit. Do they know each other? It's impossible to keep track of who is joining what team these days. Maybe Cassie will tell me another time.
Narrative:
That brings us to just before the present. Diana's team fought well against the Apokolips threat and protected the innocent-- the most important mission there is. Diana's many years as a warrior and Justice Leaguer had made here the foremost field general in the world. She broke through countless waves of parademons and inspired her team along the way. Her campaign ended with a one-on-one slugfest with Kalibak. After many blows, Diana left him smote before her in a large crater.
"Blue Beetle, try to disable his mother box!" Diana shouted.
She felt rather silly calling him "blue beetle," like an adult humoring a child. Diana had stopped hiding her identity early into her career, but Jaime was allowed to have his secrets. He probably didn't know Bruce had a dossier on his identity that Diana had exclusive access to.
"I'm coming! I'll make sure he can't teleport away" Jaime said has he zoomed over to Kalibak's unconscious body.
Just then a huge blast seemed to appear out of nowhere right in the face of Jaime. He was blown many feet away backwards with a loud crash, and a broad figure was standing over Kalibak. It was Granny Goodness! She had boom tubed her way in with her own motherbox to save the son of Darkseid. In just a moment another explosion appeared and both villains were gone. Diana and Beth ran over to Jaime.
Diana's POV:
Damn! I should have realized that would happen! I thought a Jaime would be able to shine, but he wasn't ready. Oh Hera, please tell me he is alright!
Narrative:
Wonder Woman and Dr. Midnight rushed over to him. As the two superheroines crouched over Jaime, his blue beetle armor began to spark and writhe. It created sounds not of this world and was gone in a matter of seconds. What was revealed was a young man, eyes closed, groaning softly, in only a t-shirt and sweatpants.
"He's alive! We have to help him!" Diana said.
"I'm assessing him now." Beth replied quietly.
Beth's figure and thin fingers moved about Jaime's body in a swarm for several minutes before turning to Wonder Woman.
"It's like he's on life support. His vital signs are a little thready, but he's stable." Beth said "We should enable the satellites auto-med evac while we are still making the area safe. "
Diana approved and enabled the feature verbally from her communicator, as Beth moved on to civilians. Provided to the league by Mr. Terrific as an offshoot of his T-Sphere technology, an evac drone would soon fly in and whisk Jaime away to the nearest JLA transporter. Diana remained crouching over Jaime, concerned.
She inspected the fallen hero. His face was soft, pale, and covered in soot from the battlefield. He had dark floppy hair, giving him a boyish look. He had always seemed lean, but his frame was even more petite outside of his armor. Not just in muscle, but also in height. The alien armor must have added quite a few inches, because he looked absolutely diminutive next to the Amazon crouched over him.
"P-p-p-p" Jaime whispered out to no one in particular. He was still very unconscious.
As he made the sound, a dark wet spot began to form in the crotch of his sweat pants.
Diana's POV:
Is he peeing? The little warrior must have had to go! He's creating quite the puddle here. I suppose the hit must have weakened him, but I would be so embarrassed if I wet myself like a child...
--Diana paused, taking in the situation.--
This never would have happened if I had protected him. This is all my fault. Seeing you like this, I know you were not ready. Oh Jaime, let me cover you up.
Narrative:
Diana looked around and found a large scrap of fabric to throw over Jaime. She knew he would be humiliated if someone came over and saw he had peed himself while asleep. She felt particularly protective and responsible for the little one after today. A minute or two later, Jaime was taken to the nearest satellite transporter by a stretcher-like drone for care.
Chapter 2
The final forces of Apokolips had been eradicated and the battle was really over now. Despite the need for a debrief session, Diana's colleagues were all called away with more personal missions. This left her alone on the Satellite with its only patient: Jaime. He was still being triaged and supported by the automated medical system, so Diana went to her quarters. The 6' 4" goddess had not had a moment to herself and was sore and beat up from her battle. She stepped into her personal bathroom and turned on the large combination steam room/shower. The sound of water hitting the tile floor provided a familiar a white noise, but also a reminder--Diana had not relieved herself in close to twelve hours. As she noticed the pressure building in her pubic region, she started to remove her armor bottoms. Her outfit was so beat up from her recent mission, it simply fell the floor with barely a tug. She stood for a moment before sitting on the toilet, her reflection showing in the mirror.
Even if her bottoms fell on the mission, Diana had nothing to be ashamed of. Her body was, of course, in the peak physical condition of the demigod that she was. Her perfect triangle of thick black pubic hair sat above a tight and smooth vulva. Despite her muscular and sizable thighs, she had a small gap between them when she stood with her legs together. Diana was accustomed to nudity from her Amazonian upbringing, so she could have vanquished the forces of evil without bottoms if others were less prudish. The world of man had made her slightly more aware of her state of dress.
The task at hand could wait no longer as Diana sat on her toilet and let relief wash over her. While it was only a matter of seconds before the Amazon was able to finish, the act felt longer for her. Release was soothing and relaxed her muscles as the sound of her stream hit the water creating a satisfying "trinkling" sound. Her stream had a powerful force, fitting of the warrior. She let out an audible "ahhh" in recognition of the act. She arched her back and looked up realizing she had been holding on to so much for so long.
This mental respite was short-lived as peeing brought her mind back to her tinkling little friend-- Jaime. While lying broken, he peed all over himself in the manner of one who did not know any better. Diana's immediate instinct was to strip him right there and clean him up, but that would have been humiliating, she thought. Whether by guilt or motherly instincts, Diana could not stop thinking now about the small one. What should she do? Was he okay?
The warrior princess wiped her tight pussy as she stood up and removed the rest of her armor. First her boots, as her long toned calves came into view in the mirror. Her legs were totally smooth and her skin shown a pale white, but in no way sickly. Next her top was pulled off. In the mirror her eyes traced from her thick bush up to her flat and toned stomach. Her belly button was just a slight depression in marking her tummy's center. What rested above were her sizable breasts. Just by looking, a weight could be felt. Despite their large size, her chest did not sag over her torso, but sat proudly with nipples pointing slightly up. Their shape firm and melon like, seemingly not affected by gravity. Diana's arms were muscular and toned, super efficient in their form--she being a demi-god. After a self-affirming look in the mirror, Diana walked into her shower.
The hot water washed over her perfect body and made her luxurious mane of hair shiny and wet. Her long strands hung over her back and shoulders. The only other hair on her body, much below, remained curly as droplets formed and fell, like dew. Her large perfect breasts had flows of water all their own, and the streams ended in small falls as they came off her erect nipples in drops. As she cleaned herself, her mind wandered again to the one in the satellite's care. She tapped the console on her shower wall, she had to know what was happening.
Immediately she tapped the sick bay tab and a module with Jaime's name and face popped up.
Jaime Reyes/ Blue Beetle
