A Hero never Kills, but Karen is a Fucktoy, not a Hero any longer

Karen stood on the roof of the Chrysler Tower in Gotham and looked down at the streets below. The blizzard was now raging with incredible intensity. Even with her Kryptonian vision, she was barely able to see further than maybe a mile. It was as if a new ice age had fallen upon the world. It reminded her strongly of the snowstorms in the Kar'tarum region of Krypton. Only here she could feel neither the cold nor the snowflakes. Unlike her younger self, she never used her dampeners.

"Hey Miss Starr. What are you doing here?" she heard Bruce Wayne's voice behind her. Satisfied, she noted that he had gotten really good by now, at least in terms of that timeline. In her time, he would probably have been able to get as close to her as he wanted. However, she had heard him a few seconds ago. Slowly, she turned to him and raised a brow. Instead of his black suit, he was standing there in a thick fur jacket that made him look like a bomber pilot from one of the old Hollywood movies. The black eye mask was barely visible under the thick fur hood.

"I'm enjoying the night. I guess the better question would be what are you doing here? Isn't it a little cold for a walk?" she asked, amused, and could see Bruce´s eyes sliding along her body. As a precaution, she had put on her new suit. She could well understand how ridiculous her question must have seemed to him. He stood there with a thick fur jacket, hood and winter boots while she stood in a skin-tight thin bodysuit that could just as well have fit on the cover of a swimwear magazine. The long sleeves and gloves weren't really meant to protect against the cold.

"Work!" she heard him reply, and yet it was clear to hear how cold he must be.

"Ah. On duty all the time. Very commendable. I like dutiful men!" she said, crossing her arms to push her tits up a little. Inwardly she cursed herself for it, but it was just too intoxicating. She knew who she was looking at, and thanks to Darkside's mind control, she had a hard time not wanting to fuck him right away. In her reality, Batman had become one of Darkside's most important generals and had earned the right to fuck any of Apocalypse's slaves whenever he felt like it. However, she resisted the urge to get on her knees in front of him.

"Thanks, but while we're on the subject. I didn't know you were on duty too?" asked Bruce uncertainly, probably referring to her outfit.

"Oh, I'm not. At least not really. I was just listening to the weather report and standing by in case I can help out somewhere. The usual hold. Traffic snarls, icy roads and icy turbines." She nodded and responded to his nonspeaking way of speaking. However, it was actually unthinkable that someone would manage to overhear them in this storm. "But please don't worry. I don't plan to be here permanently on duty. You know my attitude towards that. However, because of the weather, it could lead to problems that I can help with." She said and pointed upwards. Bruce followed the finger and nodded. There was a no-fly zone over Gotham at the moment, but Karen was right. Even with Kara at his side, there was nothing wrong with having 2 Kryptonians who could intervene in an emergency. Especially if one of them was a woman like Karen who had incredible combat experience.

"All right then. I'll be on my way then." He said and Karen grinned.

"Did he at least put warm milk and some cookies in your car?"

" Chocolate milk." She heard before Bruce jumped off the roof. Only seconds later she could hear the soft hiss of the grappling gun and saw a shadowy figure disappear in the snow. Now it was time for Karen to concentrate on her task. She hadn't forgotten for a second during the entire conversation why she was here, but she hadn't been able to tell him that. In this version of himself, Batman was incapable of understanding that kind of thought. And if she tried hard, he would never be able to either. That alone was worth what she would do today.

With one step she stepped over the parapet and just let herself fall. Bored, she just kept falling through the driving snow, and even as the ground beneath her rapidly approached, she did not slow her fall. Unbraked, she hit the ground feet first.

Meanwhile:

Well, do you remember me?" Pamela Isley asked the man crawling on the floor in front of her. Blood was slowly dripping from his leg onto the floor from the gunshot wound Pamela had inflicted on him. Actually, she had wanted to shoot him directly, but she had never shot a gun before in her life. However, she also enjoyed how the man tried to limp away from her in a panic. First it had been a kind of hobbling, now it was just a robbing. He had taken refuge in that building hoping to be safe from her there, but that was a delusion.

"Who the hell are you!" yelled Doctor Woodrue at the red-haired woman in front of him. Through the thick coat she wore, he could see that she was wearing some kind of green spandex suit underneath.

"Oh? You don't remember me?" roared Pamela angrily, ripping off her coat. What Woodrue had just assumed was a suit was nothing but her skin. He stared in disbelief at his former assistant, Dr. Pamela Isley, whom he had thought was dead. Apparently, however, she had been transformed into something much better.

"Dr. Isley?" he asked in disbelief as she raised her fists and 2 tendrils erupted from the ground behind her. With unimaginable speed, the two tendrils grew to over 4 meters and seemed to move in a completely atypical manner.

"Pamela Isley is dead! Killed by you! And now you will pay!" she said before something like a cannonball crashed through the ceiling above the two. With a loud roar, it smashed through the ceiling and landed on the floor directly between them. While debris from the ceiling was still falling all around them, the snow from the new hole slowly fell down onto the room. Both Dr. Woodrue and Dr. Isley stared in disbelief at the titanic woman now standing between them. Completely unharmed, she had dropped to her knees only briefly and then straightened up fully. Despite the cold outside, she wore only a legless bodysuit with long arms and a neckline that showed directly on her enormous tits. Next to it she wore a crest that they both recognized immediately. It was the same symbol Superman wore.

"Dr. Isley I presume?" asked Karen calmly, and the woman who was just in front of her may have had the look of Poison Ivy, but didn't have that cold demeanor about her yet.

"Who wants to know?" asked Pamela uncertainly. Even though she was beginning to understand some of her powers, there was something terribly intimidating about the presence of someone who might have been like Superman.

"You have to save me! This woman is crazy!" roared Woodrue suddenly, bringing Pamela back to reality.

She hastily pointed at him, hoping that she would be able to strike in time before this superhero, for she could be nothing else, foiled her plan.

The tendrils obeyed her will immediately and set their sights on Woodrue. They literally flew at him only to be cut in two by Karen with a heat glare.

"Ms. Isley. I think you and I should talk about your future!" Karen smiled and looked at the woman who was panicking and summoning new tendrils. The way she did it impressed Karen. She had rarely fought them, but their power was always impressive. The tendrils now enclosed her completely and exerted tremendous pressure.... Unless one was an alien fighting machine.

Woodrue watched in shock as dozens of tendrils full of poisonous thorns encircled the heroine who had just saved his life and contracted.

"Nobody stands between me and this asshole!" hissed Ivy before her beautiful tendrils were torn to pieces and scattered across the room. Completely unfazed, Karen climbed out of the remains of the tendrils and patted her shoulder.

"Is that it then, or is there more to come?" she asked a little bored as Ivy grinned and snapped her finger.

"Of course not!"

As soon as she did, some of the plants around Karen exploded, bathing her in a purple mist. She could immediately smell the pheromones tickling her nose. The subtle scent of roses rose to her nostrils and when the mist cleared, this sexy, green-skinned woman stood there, grinning as deliciously superior as her mistress Helen.

"And now you will serve me!" laughed Pamela.

"Sorry sweetheart. Already have a mistress, but maybe she'll share sometime!" grinned Karen, amused, dropping a small vial. "It's an antidote to your pheromones, so I'm really sorry. Doesn't work."

She then turned to Woodrue who smiled in relief.

"Oh, no need to smile so stupidly, Dr. Woodrue. You see... The reason I can't talk to Miss Isley right now is because she wants you dead. And I know just the way to clear her mind a little bit." Smiled Karen kindly.

"You're going to get me out of here?" asked Woodrue anxiously.

"Something like that." Said Karen. Then her eyes glowed and with an angry cry she let all the suppressed thoughts of Darkside flow into that beam. Ever since she arrived in this world, she had had to constantly fight against the anti-life formula, against Darkside's brainwashing... had had to pretend that she was a hero again, but she wasn't anymore.

Pamela stared stunned at the blonde who had just turned her worst enemy, her nemesis, into a pile of ash with a red laser beam from her eyes. She stared in disbelief at the red-hot earth and the small pile of ash. This was all that was left of Dr. Woodrue. Never before had Pamela seen a human being die. Murdered. Cold-hearted...without any mercy or compassion.

"What...what's going to happen to me now?" she stammered, falling on her butt as Karen turned to her. The red eyes went out very very slowly and then the blonde assassin came up to her and held out her hand.

"Now we'll talk and who knows...maybe we'll fuck afterwards!" she laughed in amusement and looked at a completely puzzled face.