A Conflict Brews

"Now you guys are just being plain rude," Joker grunted. "Obviously I'd expect that kind of behavior from Batsey, but you magician lady? You can tell me right? What's the hubba about those earrings?"

Zatanna had the forethought to cover her mouth with the sleeve of her jacket. So all that was heard from her was a mumbling sound as she attempted to respond honestly to the Joker's question.

"You're no fun. Neither of you." With a pout and a slight slouch, the Joker shuffled his way over to his previous cell. He sat on the side of the cell's bed. "Well, I guess I've been outplayed. All you have to do is get Harley and the game is over."

Batman stared at the Joker in silence for a few prolonged seconds before he addressed Zatanna with a question.

"Can you help locate the explosives?"

Leaning against the wall, Zatanna took a deep breath and sighed. "I could, but like I said. Without my wand or my hands I can't... I'm useless..."

"You're not. I don't know much about magic, that's your line of work." For a brief second, Batman turned to face her. "Are you telling me there's absolutely nothing you can do?"

"No." Zatanna blinked as the word left her mouth without her realizing it. "I don't know why I said that I... Shit...." She let out a cuss upon realizing why her original reply was the truth. There was something she could do, many things actually.

It was impossible to tell, but Batman raised a brow from beneath his cowl.

"Yeah yeah... John would be pissed at me for not remembering this earlier" Zatanna stepped away from the wall. "But that's what I get for relying on modern age magic. That's the difference between us. He loves keeping it old school, while I use whatever's the most convenient."

"Sure," Batman said. "But how can-"

"I need the blood of the healthy," Zatanna closed the distance, and reached for Batman's belt to retrieve a Batarang. "And the blood of the broken." Eyeing up the weapon held in her hand. She grimaced and hesitated somewhat before bringing the sharpened metal down to her wrist.

Quickly and easily, Zatanna slit her wrist and dropped to her knees. She let the blood that was spilling out pool onto the floor.

"Alright! One of you hurry up and give me some healthy blood!" Zatanna quickly spat, this was the very reason why she hated the old fashioned spells. They require much more physical work put in, and less backward wordplay.

"Well I'm off the table!" Joker raised his hands up defensively. "We all know I'm not healthy in the head!"

"He.. He might have a point there," Zatanna breathed. "I honestly don't know the specifics of this spell."

F"Fortunately, I keep a vial of blood on me at all times." Batman tapped a compartment on the backside of his belt and retrieved a miniature container of blood. He was going to toss it towards Zatanna. But upon remembering that she may not be able to catch with her broken hands, he instead placed it on the floor and rolled it towards her position.

"I won't question why you have this. Or whose blood this is..."

"It's mine."

"Alright. Well..."

Zatanna maneuvered the vile into the puddle of blood she created, and after closing her eyes and taking a breath, she shoved her broken hand down onto it. The container broke apart from her ****. Zatanna bit into her tongue hard to stoke her from screaming out from the sudden pain; instead, she merely winced and kept her eyes shut. Once the pain subsided somewhat, she began to chant undefinable words silently under her breath.

The pool of blood began to glow a heavenly white. The brightness enveloped the room is a light hue. Just then, the white blood started dissipating into her hand. And Zatanna released a warm breath of pleasure at the healing sensation that was now surging through her system.

In five seconds, the entire puddle of blood was gone, and Zatanna's hands were completely healed as her bones had shifted back into place. Her stomach also felt much less queasy, which may be a sign that the Joker's honesty **** might have been removed from her system as well.

Zatanna smiled, and rose to her feet. "Ask me a question!"

"Sure!" The Joker spoke up, "What do those earrings do?"

Zatanna blinked and stood in silence.

"Yes! I don't feel compelled to tell the truth! It worked."

"Well fuck." The Joker dropped his back to the bed he was on and cussed.

"Great. So you can-"

"Oh yeah." The magician was now beaming. "cihcysp reirrab draug!"

With the full use of her hands, Zatanna covered cupped her mouth and chanted the spell into her palms. Then she shot her hands forward, and a white transparent wall formed in the place of the electrified **** field that was taken down by the E.M.P.

"That felt great!" Zatanna sighed a much more pleasant sigh that her previous ones. "You have no idea how much of a mood killer having broken hands are."

"I think I'd know."

"Yeah, Batsey's usually the mood-killer, so he definitely has experience."

"You can go fuck yourself." Zatanna spat at the magical barrier she created. "Let's go Batman. He's not moving."

"No."

Zatanna did a double-take. "What?"

"He's dangerous when left alone, so I'm staying here." Batman turned to face Zatanna. "But I trust you to get rid of the bombs."

"Well..." At that point, her shoulders slumped. "I'm also the one you trusted to get rid of that earring problem. And look at where that got me. I lost my tophat, my wand, and my dignity to that pervert."

"Yeah, you messed up, and yet I still trust you with my life. Strange, isn't it?"

"Was that sarcasm?"

"I think it was," The Joker whispered from inside the cell.

"You can figure that out while you deal with the explosives. I routed the Flash to the control room where we think Harley is located."

"No no no wait! Please don't!" The reasonably muscular man wailed in a not so manly manner. "I apologize! I apologize! I am a fool and was so very wrong!"

"Correct. You are a fool, and was wrong in every sense of the word." Circe's eyes narrowed as she pondered what to do with her pitiful minion. "But what else do you happen to be?"

"A.. A... A snake, a disgusting slithering snake that is a waste of space in your presence."

Circle hummed and clicked her tongue. She pondered his words for a prolonged second before responding. "You see, that's why I will spare you. Unlike some of the others, you know your place." Right then, she snapped her fingers. And the glowing scepter she had been gripping in her spare hand dimmed in power, which dropped the man to the cracked marble tiled floor.

"Thank you..." He gasped, "Thank-"

"But you must still be punished in some way. I am not a merciful goddess." With that said, Circe snapped her fingers a second time. The distressed minion was enveloped in a purple mist of fire-like energy, that subsided a few seconds later.

In the place where the man had sprawled out against the floor, was now a snake. The serpent flicked out its tongue to taste the air and then began to slither around idly, looking for something to devour.

Circe's gaze followed the animal. She enjoyed messing with that one particular minion of hers. The others she could kill without so much of a second thought. But he was one of her first recruits, so for that, she has refrained from going far enough to dispose of him permanently. Sooner than later, she shifted her attention back to the rest of the minions that she had gathered in her throne room. "Hear that I will not show anyone else that kind of mercy. An unneeded outburst will end in a permanent discharge from my presence."

"Yes, my sovereign." The group of men chanted as they lowered their heads to the floor.

"Now, give me logical ideas—a way to procure those magical artifacts without having to close in on their general vicinity." Circe internally shuddered at the thought of being under the magical influence of someone else. An undeserving pervert to less.

The moment she abandoned those pathetic mortal heroes to return back to her own realm was when she realized the truth—even being miles away from the boy and the much more essential earings in his possession. She, the mistress of chaos, was still being manipulated without her being aware of it.

All of the passive reality changes he made, she had been affected by. Her might was shifted to belive the new laws of nature he created. The ways she bent down and jutted out her ass in a seductive manner. The complete absence of the knowledge of what a bra was... She had lost an article of clothing with her even noticing! And her much more bouncy bosom didn't even put up any noticeable red flags.

It was embarrassing, to say the least. The teenager didn't even physically touch her as he did the other women who were controlled by him. But Circe still felt deflowered in a way.

She was the one always in control.

She created chaos! And never was the one that fell to the pathetic disorder of man.

Until today, apparently.

Part of her wished she had stayed in her oblivious state, at least then, there wouldn't be this sinking feeling in her stomach.

But no, in the long run. She had made the right decision.

Circe was ashamed for not picking up on the reality-bending nature of those earrings, yes, but she was also filled with the urge to find ****. And when she wants something, she ''will'' get it.

Removing herself from the mortal realm provided her with both clarity and knowledge. Knowledge of a particular weakness that the reality-altering artifacts have.

It's a weakness she can ****, which is a given. She is the empress of chaos. There was no way some earrings could ever get the best of her for too long.

The artifacts can shift and manipulate the reality they are stationed in. That is why Circe was able to snap out of the changes that was made to her. The moment she returned to her own home, she was freed since the earrings failed to extend their changes into her dimension.

The change happened so suddenly; it was as if the moment the portal closed. Her eyes grew clear, and she was able to see and realize how a teenaged pervert had effectively controlled her.

What had scared her, though, was that it took until the portal closed for Circe to realize this. Which made her believe that the changes the boy made flowed into her domain and manipulated the reality of her world until the portal that bridge the two closed.

"We could kill them all!" A minion spoke up.

"Yeah!" Another agreed. "Open up a portal and send us in there!"

"Don't ever tell me what to do!" Circe growled in a way that caused the excited man to take a step back. The thought of being bossed around by anyone ever again didn't sit well with her. "And no, knowing you guys, you'll kill everyone but the one I need dead. Or fail entirely due to the League."

"Have you been checking the seeing eye?" One of her minions retrieved an orb from his side that showed a hidden look into the watchtower.

Circle rolled her eyes. She uses the seeing eye frequently to spy on her targets before striking, it's been a thing she does more out of instinct, so there's no need for her to be reminded. Each of her servants was provided with their own seeing eyes as well so that they could inform her of something she may have missed.

"Yes I have. And I see that the League is fumbling to subdue a potential bomb threat."

"Would that not be the perfect time to strike?" The same minion with the seeing eye asked. "The League is distracted, and the mortal boy only has one earring. If you open a portal, we can-"

"NO!" Circe slammed her fist against the armrest of her chair, which caused the golden marble to smash into scattering pieces. "I will not allow myself to be manipulated by that form of magic."

"But I thought you were too powerful to be controlled by a mortal teenager. Isn't that what you said to the other guy?"

Circe was this close... Thiiiis close to ending that man's life right there.

But the others might see that as a sign that he was right, and while they would be too afraid to speak up on the matter. They'd see that deep down; she is, in fact, fearful of some kid.

So instead of killing him. She took a deep breath, which extended her ample chest.

"I fear no man." She said with a cold voice. "Young or old, they all bow beneath me." With a clenched fist, she added. "Soon enough, I will make that kid kiss my feet before I end his existence... Until then, I refuse to act on emotion. We will wait for the proper time."

"Is now not the time? They won't be expecting us."

"Do you see this?" Circe tossed her seeing eye into the air. It suspended in place and projected its display for all to observe.

What was shown was a pretty graphic image of the pervert in question shoving his impressively sized dick down the mouth of an attractive gray-skinned teenaged girl. She had a look of complete boredom on her face as she deepthroated the large cock. There were audible gagging sounds and even a tear protruding through the corner of her eye, yet she held an impassive expression the whole time she was face fucked.

"That is Rachel Roth, a young woman who wields the power of Trigon himself. He keeps his power hidden inside her emotionless persona. And when unleashing her true potential, she could even become a challenge for me."

The men who were now looking up at the explicit scene above them were feeling an abundance of different emotions that they knew not to make evident in front of their empress.

"Yet even with all that being stated, she is still under the complete control of that earring. He only has one at the moment, and it's still enough to manipulate the daughter of Trigon." Circe raised her hand, and the seeing eye dropped from it's suspended position and landed in her palm. "We must approach this situation with caution. Until the appropriate moment arises, we will-"

"What about the other earring?"

Circe's eye twitched.

Someone interrupted her.

HER.

Committing such an act would result in an instant **** without a questioning thought.

But before she could act on that, Circe's mind moved to what her servent actually said... And, as much as it pains her to admit it. He makes a valid point.

She had been too focused on her fear of becoming that perverts plaything that she forgot that the two earrings are currently separated. And the other one isn't even current attached to the ears of anyone. The last time she checked, it's in the pocket of the Flash.

Catching a speedster could prove to be a challenge, sure. But it's a hell of a lot easier and safer than going after an extremely normal pervert.

The rediculous explosive dilemma may actually make things easier too, with the League distracted. It wouldn't be too hard to attack the Flash and then retreat back to her own dimension with the earring in hand.

One earring does make the wearer immune to the opposing one, so if she can steal the earring from the Flash, she can easily take the other one from the teen that would then be powerless.

And if she waited too long, the League would definitely put that earring under lock and key, which could make it near impossible to procure it then. Especially if Wonderwoman is made aware; that amazon always finds a way to ruin her plans.

"Alright then." Circe smiled. "New plan."

"How do you enjoy eating out your friend's ass?" I pulled Raven's face out from between Starfire's butt cleavage.

Raven used this opportunity to claim a breath of air that wasn't an alien's sweaty ass musk. I tilted her face with my hand on the back of her head so that she could see me.

"No, I am not enjoying this." Raven was on her knees, looking up at me. She noticed the massive bulge in my boxers, and her eyebrows slightly raised. "But you clearly are."

"You're right there." I pulled down my boxers so that my Huge Hector could spill out and slap her across the face. "You see this?" I asked as I gripped my girth and rubbed my cockhead against her cheek and lips, spreading the oozing precum all over her gray skin. "You want it?"

"Not really. It's big, but no, I don't want it."

"It's not just big!" I gasped and felt that I needed to defend the honor of my meat. "He's Huge fucking Hector! And he's going to make you drop that bland persona and scream my name!"

"If I do that, I might unleash my father's full **** and kill everything in sight."

"Is that a threat?" I gripped Raven by her shoulders and pulled her to her feet. It was like lifting a bunch heavier doll. She posed no resistance at all, even though she easily could if she cared. I totally believe her when she says she can kill me and everyone on this ship in seconds. Because if she had any inclination to go through with that, she would have dam done something by now.

Same with Starfire, that kinda alien girl is just letting me mold her like clay. She didn't have any objections to me using her body for my own sexual pleasure and didn't do anything to stop me from abusing her friend right in front of her.

The thrill of control women as powerful as these is fucking wild. It's great to treat these two like they're living breathing toys in a playset. Cause that's what they are.

They are nothing but dolls for me, dolls that have their own dreams, aspirations, relationships, and goals. And all of that shit means fuck all because of one earring.

Goddam! I want the other one back!

"You're enjoying this too." I licked my lips with a perverted smile as I noticed Raven's nipples are poking like diamonds into the tight spandex of her top. Clearly, her clothing choice was designed to have a bra in mind; without that, her tits must be jiggling wildly with every step. Honestly, removing bras might have been the best thing I've ever done.

It might be extremely uncomfortable for women across the world. But I'm a simple man, and my needs are just.

"Shut up," Raven whispered.

"Huh?" I blinked. "Hey that's rude." I reached forward and squeezed her nipples hard. Making sure to jiggle them once I had her tits in my grasp.

"I wasn't.. Talking to you," Raven had to pause mid-sentence to stifle a moan.

I grinned.

I'm going to break her.

But then I thought about what she had just said.

"Wait, then who are you talking to?"

"Me!" Said a male voice as a hamster appeared of Raven's purple-colored hair.

"Oh shit!" I staggered back. That sudden appearance caught me entirely off guard. "What the- What are you doing here?"

"I've been here the whole time dude, just watching you take my girl. You like my fuzzy seconds?" The green hamster took a verbal shot at me.

"Hey fuck you!" I took a step towards Raven but held my attention on the animal that was on her head. Raven was slightly shorter than me, so her animal buddy was at eye level. And if I wasn't on a sexual high, I would have noticed how stupid it must be looking that I'm arguing with a hamster over a girl. "She wouldn't let you do have the shit I just did!"

"Yeah? Well she's still my girlfriend and not yours! And I bet she wouldn't let you turn into an octopus and wrap your tentacles all over her naked body!"

"I... Eh... What? I can't do that. And also... What?"

Raven's gray face turned a shade of red.

How the fuck did he manage that!? I was trying to get an honest emotion out of her this whole fucking time!

"Yeah that's what I thought, you can touch her boobies all you want, but you won't have-"

"I told you to shut up..." Raven growled and clenched her fist.

"Oh dear," Starfire spoke for the first time in a while. She had stood up from her ass presenting position, and was now standing beside me. Though, unlike Raven, this alien girl was much taller than me. "Raven, please don't hurt Beast Boy, our new friend just riled him up."

"No fuck him!" Before Raven could do anything, lashed out a hand and knocked the green hamster off her head where he bounced to the floor with a grunt and rolled onto his back.

The green hamster laid there on the floor, unmoving. And Starfire's eyes widened. She covered her mouth and floated into the air. The alien began to float past me towards the ground ridden animal. But I stopped her by grabbing onto the back of her purple top.

I pulled Starfire back to me, and pressed her backside against me. She held concern in her gaze and looked towards Beast Boy as I began to grind my exposed dick against her skirt-covered ass.

Starfire allowed me to stop her, even though she looked like she very much wanted to confront her fallen friend. This surge of dominance I held was fucking amazing. She could have easily shrugged me off to help her friend, yet she's doing nothing of the sort.

If anything, she's aiding me. Her suspending herself in the air, caused her body to float up and down. That had the effect of her adding onto my grinding my having her ass rub my crotch along with me.

My fully erect dick was begging to be inserted into something. And right now Starfire's ass had my full attention.

Lifting up her skirt, I was greeting to the flawless look of her creamy oraange buttflesh. Raising a hand, I slapped her buttocks, and enjoyed the sight of the ripples her jiggly behind created.

After slapper her ass two more times. I gripped each ass cheek and pulled them apart. The way my fingers sunk into the juicy fat of her ass was titillating. But what I really wanted to see was the two holes that hid between her cheeks.

What hole should I stick my dick into... The beautiful sight before me floated up and down like some bonus prize hidden in a video game.

Her rump looked so fucking delicious, Raven should have thanked me for making her eat this chick out.

I decided to let my hand sink into the mass of her ass. Starfire's buttcheeks slapped together and held my hand trapped. And just at that moment, the simple gradual floating she was doing shifting to a full-on grind. Starfire began to guarantee her ass and message my hand profusely.

Of course, that was all but expected as I made a normality a while ago that makes all women message my hand if I stick it between their asscheeks. It was an oddly specific normality, but one that is paying off here as this feeling is alien to me.

The good kind of alien... The sexy orange-skinned princess kind of alien.

Even as she made an effort to pleasure my hand, Starfire showed that her main concern was still on Beast Boy. "Raven check to see if friend Beast Boy's ok."

This whole time Raven was staring at the green hamster that looked to be ****. Her eyes were scanning over him as she thought to herself in silence.

Instead of doing what Starfire requested, Raven gave the hamster one last lingering look before she turned around to face the two of us.

Starfire was about to say something, but Raven spoke up first. "Atherath Metrion Zinthos." She chanted. And just then, Starfire's shirt was removed, along with Raven's entire spandex clothing.

Raven turned around and presented her ass. "Who do you want to fuck first?" She asked in her same bland voice. But as she looked back over her shoulder. She gave me a slight smile. Though, one that looked somewhat ****.