A frank discussion (“I CAN ALMOST FEEL IT” + “THE SEDUCER”)

LOIS

She was in Kansas again. Back in that old farmhouse, the one which always had something that needed fixing even with a Kryptonian working on it. She'd just finished another article for the Smallville Free Press, when her son ran inside, grinning and giggling despite the dirt smeared across his face.

She just rolled her eyes and got up from her typewriter, sitting him down on the kitchen counter and using a wet cloth to clean off his face.

He lifted his arms up and she reluctantly picked him up, letting him hang from her shoulders and press into her hip.

"Mommy?" He whispered, his hot cheeks pressed to the cool nape of her neck.

"Yes, Jonathan?"

"When is daddy coming home?"

She felt the illusion crumble around her. The fields outside were no longer full of life. They were drowned in ash and littered with the remnants of an unfathomable battle. She clutched her son tight to her, knowing what was coming next and hurried down the stairs.

"Mommy, what's wrong?" He asked, as she set him down so she could unbolt the storm cellar doors.

"Nothing's wrong. There's just a storm coming and we need to be safe..." Lois said, flinging open the doors to reveal the musty darkness below and turning to grab her son.

But he wasn't there.

She woke with her terrible pain in her neck. She had fallen asleep at her desk. Again. It was just so much easier to work until she was too tired to go home, than to get into her car and drive back to that cold, empty apartment. She was pretty sure the building security had given up on trying to get her to go home either.

There was too much to be done. Too many stories which needed editing, too much sloppy work that had to be saved. And not enough energy to go through the laborious process of hiring someone new.

She rolled her forehead back and forth across the desk, fighting the horrible twinge in her spine while her hand dragged open drawers in the desk. Eventually, by touch she located the aspirin and popped two into her mouth. Then she closed her eyes, in the hope that sleep would take her again (not that she was particularly enthusiastic about more nightmares).

Lana had told her she should see a grief therapist. Lana had all kinds of helpful suggestions, but what Lois really needed was her to just keep the Planet out of the red. She didn't want to see a doctor. She didn't want to rebuild her life. She didn't need pity or sympathy. She just needed this job to keep her mind out of those dark corners.

Unable to return to slumber, she slowly rotated her shoulders, working feeling back into her neck and grabbed her phone with her left hand.

She'd called Kara three times, trying to check if she was alright after the altercation with Power Girl. She'd received zero responses. She groaned and got up from her chair, deciding to make herself a cup of coffee and take her mind off the worry with more work. She'd give the Fortress of Solitude a ring, once it was morning. Kara probably just needed some alone time after everything she'd been through. God knew that Lois did.

MARIA

It was too early to be searching your office for bugs. She needed a cup of coffee.

Normally, with her years of military training, a cold shower would have been all it took to wake her up. But recent frustration in dealing with Dr. Manheim and Peggy had taken more out of her than she expected.

However, before she could take pop out to the office kitchen (to avoid being poisoned, she had decided against installing a personal coffeemaker in her office) the door opened. Xuân Cao Mạnh stepped inside, wearing a modified version of the yellow and black jumpsuit she'd worn during her time with the X-Women (at least Maria thought it was the X-Women there were so many X groups these days it was hard to keep track of which one was which). Xuân had left superheroing to encourage more mutants to join S.H.I.E.L.D. This initiative hadn't gone particularly well, given that there was only one other mutant in the organization at the moment.

Luckily, what Xuân lacked in charisma, she made up for in other, more niche decisions.

"Maria, I came right away. Is it really true?" She asked.

She was also unbearably naïve, something Maria had made sure of when she'd hired her.

"Of course it's true." Maria answered, bending over her desk to check the bottom drawers for the fourth time. She had just gotten her key into the lock, when she lost her balance, sliding completely forward and whacking her head against the carpet.

"FUCK!" She yelled, using her arms to try to get up.

She wondered for a moment why Xuân hadn't rushed to help her. Then she realized the view she was currently giving the shy lesbian behind her. Her ass and crotch tightly encased in leather and wiggling tantalizingly over top of the desk. Sliding her whole body forward, she quickly stood and fixed her hair, ignoring Xuân's salivating gaze as she tried to dismiss the pinkness which had risen in her face.

She had no idea how she'd lost her balance. Sure, she might be a little rusty when it came to her acrobatics training, she was too busy as director to reach the physical heights of those she employed. Still, it was such a stupid and easily prevented mistake, she was shocked at her own delayed reaction time. She must be really losing her touch.

Not only that, but she couldn't figure out why she hadn't just walked around the desk instead of trying to bend all the way over it. It was almost as if she had been setting herself up for failure, subconsciously looking for an excuse to shake her ass for Xuân's amusement.

"I-I'm sorry, I haven't had my coffee yet...I must not umm, be fully awake." Maria said, sitting down quickly in her chair before she could embarrass herself any further.

Xuân nodded, still staring at Maria with unabashed intensity. "Of-of course. Why don't I go get you some?" She asked, turning away and hurrying out of the room before Maria could answer her question.

Groaning, Maria put both arms on the desk covering her face. It had been a long time since she'd embarrassed herself like that in front of an inferior. She relied on her image as a graceful and prim presence in the office to maintain control over the organization. She thought back to Peggy, entering her office carrying that piece of fetish wear.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Whatever had happened to Peggy...it was spreading. She had been infected. It sounded paranoid, but it perfectly explained Peggy's sudden shift in personality. Oh god, she needed to figure out whatever this was and contain it before it debilitated her mental faculties the way it had to Peggy.

"I made it just like you like it." Xuân said, stepping back into the office and making to give the mug to Maria.

"Stop!" Maria ordered. "Stop...don't come any closer...I...I think I might be sick with some kind of biological weapon."

Xuân frowned and took a step back, coffee still extended in one hand. "Wh-why do you say that?"

"Whatever has been affecting Peggy is affecting me too. Whoever is sabotaging S.H.I.E.L.D., they must have infected me and her, and made us act...differently." Maria said, typing up a message on her phone.

"But...I don't understand. You-you seem like yourself." Xuân glared at her.

"No, Xuân, I don't. I-I made a mistake...I don't make mistakes. Not like the one you just saw." Quickly she sent the message to Agent Bishop. "Trust me, I've dealt with brainwashed agents enough to know when someone is and isn't themselves."

"Maria, everyone makes mistakes sometimes..." Xuân said, taking a step closer.

"Don't come near me! That's an order." Maria yelled. "In fact, I want this whole building on lock-down until we can isolate whoever is responsible."

"Why don't I get Sharon and you two can-" Xuân began.

"No! I-I don't want her infected too." Maria said, her eye searching the desk for some indication of whatever had been used to alter her level of coordination. Then she looked up at Xuân. "Enter my mind."

"What?" Xuân was so surprised she almost dropped the coffee.

"Enter my mind and find out what is wrong with me. C'mon, it's the thing I hired you for." Maria insisted.

Xuân looked dumb-founded and then looked away. "Maria, I don't think you are acting rationally right now."

"That's the problem! Now enter my mind and find out what's wrong with me. If it's some kind of post-hypnotic trigger or psychic disease, you'll be able to tell."

"Maria, I...I'm going to go get Sharon..."

"You're not going anywhere! Now, go into my mind, you have fucking telepathy, you stupid bitch, now fucking use it!" Maria demanded, standing up from her seat and causing her chair to roll out behind her and collide with the wall.

Xuân took a deep breath. Then she raised her round face and her eyes glowed brightly. In an instant, Maria could feel their thoughts intermingling. Xuân was more talented at possessing the bodies of others than reading their minds, but she still managed to construct a barrier, through which she could read Maria's mind but Maria couldn't read hers.

After a few minutes, the search ended and the glow left Xuân's face. "There's nothing there, Maria. Your mind is still your own."

Maria stared at the surface of the desk in astonishment. But...but that didn't make any sense! Whatever was happening to her, it was affecting her mind. It had made her reveal that she had only hired Xuân for her mutant abilities. It was affecting her ability to do her job, just as it had affected Peggy.

"But...there was a...blank spot." Xuân revealed.

Maria looked up in surprise.

"There is a section of your memory which is incomplete." Xuân said. "Someone, or something, has altered your long-term memories."

Maria took an unsteady step away from the desk. Then she tried to sit down on a chair which was no longer beneath her and slammed hard down onto the floor.

"Fuck..." She said, teeth gritting at the pain in her tailbone. She looked up at Xuân, who was wearing a neutral expression.

"Xuân, I-I'm sorry, I insulted you..." Maria said, carefully getting to her feet to avoid any further accidents. "Please, I-I'm need your help to deal with this...this missing memory."

Xuân folded her arms. "I've told you before, Maria. There are limitations to my powers and that is one of them. If you want someone to fix your memory, you are going to have to find someone a little less 'useless'." With that she turned and exited the office, shaking her head.

"Xuân, wait! I-" But the door was already closing behind her. Maria was alone. And she didn't know who she could trust.

What if Xuân had already been infected? What if she had made a mistake for of the same reason as Maria?

She sat on the floor behind her desk, for once in her life paralyzed by fear.

CASSANDRA

Cassandra Cain sat in the locker room of the Bat Cave, unzipping her steel-toe boots and carefully unlocking her utility belt. It had been another long night patrolling the streets of Gotham. Kate was supposed to have covered tonight's shift, but she hadn't gotten back from her retreat yet. Not that Cassandra really blamed her, if she didn't have the weight of the world bearing down on her, she was sure she'd find the time to be pampered and weighted on.

She remembered Kate taking a break from being Bat Woman for two whole weeks, after she broke up with her girlfriend. Cassandra hadn't taken so much as a single night off since Bruce had found her, even after her biological father tried to **** her to kill him.

She was pulled out of her resentful contemplation by the sound of humming and watched as Stephanie Brown marched inside, not yet wearing the familiar red, green and yellow costume which so many before her had taken on. There was definitely something special about the way Stephanie wore it though. Unlike Cassandra, she had a powerful understanding of fashion and had made the costume her own, the same way she made everything in the Bat Cave her own.

Cassandra had often fantasized about her companion in crime fighting. Although she considered herself straight and had only ever dated boys, there was something about Stephanie's natural grace and long blonde locks which made Cassandra wish she could...comfort her. It seemed unfair to send Stephanie out into the horrors of the world, when Cassandra had been raised by them.

She knew that Stephanie enjoyed crime fighting and that she did it as a way to change the legacy of her family, after her father's days of supervilliany. But still, she was so soft and every movement she made was full of joy. She remembered when Stephanie had helped tutor her in English. She had fallen in love with the language, watching it appear on those pale pink lips.

She remembered the night that Stephanie had tried to stop a gang war and had ended up in the hospital, nearly beaten to ****. Cassandra would have happily taken a thousand shifts haunting the slums of Gotham, if it meant that Stephanie never had to go through that ever again.

"Long night?" Stephanie asked, as she retrieved her costume from one of the lockers. At the moment she was in gym shorts and a tank-top. Cassandra had seen more conservative outfits on hookers.

Cassandra just nodded, as Stephanie planted one foot on the bench, using it to steady herself as she untied her sneakers. She was probably back from her mid-morning jog. She had gotten a full night's rest and now her entire body glistened with morning dew. Cassandra quickly dismissed the urge to ask if she could lick some off and looked away, planting her eyes on the floor and not staring at Stephanie's cute little bum as she tugged down the shorts and stepped into her costume.

The Robin outfit provided less body armor than Cassandra or Kate's did, but that suited Stephanie who was by far the best at gymnastics out of all of them. While Cassandra was able to hold her own against half a dozen full grown men and Kate's suit augmented her strength so she could out punch Bane, Stephanie had to rely more on attacking from a distance, making up for her impressive but comparatively lackluster martial arts skills with quick thinking and unshakable courage.

To Cassandra she was perfect. To transform your body into a weapon, as Kate had chosen to, and as Cassandra had been taught to, was not a beautiful process. There was nothing Zen or Feng shei (Cassandra, despite having a Chinese mother, had never been to Asia before becoming Bat Girl and had no understanding of or interest in her heritage) about being able to crush someone's esophagus with one backhanded strike.

Stephanie was beautiful as she was, within and without, the least brutal and most forgiving of them all. Yes, she had hardened after her near-**** experience. But she would never become the thing which Cassandra was, a tool for inflicting pain, brought into the world by an assassin and a mad-man.

"Hello, Earth to Bat-Girl?" Stephanie said, waving her gloved hand in front of Cassandra.

"Sorry. Zoned out." Cassandra answered. Although she had managed to learn speech with Bruce and Stephanie's help, she found the process both exhausting and embarrassing. The truth was that her brain was so reliant on using body language to understand those around her, that any words at all came with difficulty.

Stephanie giggled. Despite everything, she still sounded like an over-eager school-girl. But no school girl could be so refined and mature... "Promise me you'll get some rest?" Stephanie asked.

Cassandra nodded. Rest sounded good. Rest and a nice long session of thinking about Stephanie out there, doing what she could not, being what she wasn't. A hero.

"Hey, lovebirds...where the fuck is Barbara?"

They both turned to look at the new comer, although Cassandra had already identified her whiny voice.

Bette Kane. Kate's niece. Kate had forbade her from becoming a super-heroine. Bette had ignored her. She was a spoiled brat, everything Kate could have been if her life wasn't so tragic. And she had always been resentful that Stephanie got to be Robin and she didn't.

Even now, Cassandra could read from her expression, from the movement of her eyes and the tightness of her lips, that she was angry a latchkey kid like Stephanie had gotten to be famous and beloved, while she, a direct relative of Bat-Woman and the child of such upper class privilege had been denied her destiny. Cassandra had to stop herself from marching up to her and hitting her.

Instead, she took the more subtle approach.

"Go away." She said, standing up and moving between Bette and Stephanie.

Stephanie sighed. "What is this about, Bette?"

"Uh, doy! World's greatest detectives...your fucking mentor isn't here!"

"Barbara never mentored us." Stephanie said, stepping closer to Cassandra.

Cassandra nodded. It was true, that Barbara had helped her when she'd decided to take up the mantle of Bat-Girl, but after all the training she'd put herself through, those classes had been more for Barbara's benefit than her own.

"No, Kate, you bimbos! She hasn't come back from her trip yet...didn't either of you think that was suspicious?" Bette asked, her eyes jumping between the two of them. There was real anger in those eyes. Something bad must have happened because Bette was blaming them for some unspoken incident.

"Uh...no." Stephanie said. "She takes trips all the time."

Cassandra nodded in agreement. To be honest, the city had cleaned up over the past ten years. It didn't really need three vigilantes ready to protect it any given night. And they had more than three if it was a night that Harper or Charlie had decided to show up.

"Ugh, she tried to kill Super-Girl!" Bette yelled.

"What?" Asked Stephanie, sharing a surprised look with Cassandra.

"Yeah. Kori and Cassie found her. And now Kara has flown off with her and she isn't answering anyone's communications." Bette said.

"Why?" Asked Cassandra.

"What do you mean, 'why'? If I knew do you think I'd be here looking for Barb?" Bette demanded.

"She means...why did Kate try to kill Super-Girl?" Stephanie asked.

"How should I know? Fuck, you two are useless..." Bette turned away and stomped off into the recesses of the Bat-Cave.

"What now?" Cassandra asked.

Stephanie smiled kindly. "You get your rest. I'll make sure that Kate is okay, alright? I'm one of Kara's best friends, I can find out what's going on between her and Kate."

"Wake me?" Cassandra asked.

Stephanie grinned. "Yeah, yeah, I won't leave you out of the loop okay?"

Cassandra nodded and headed out of the locker room, listening to the sound of Bette yelling for Barbara. It was turning out to be a very long day.

GERRY

I woke up to the smell of pancakes again. One thing I hadn't expected in laying out my plans to sexually enslave all the superheroines in the world, was the idea that I would be eating this well. Over the past three or four days this would be my third filling breakfast. I'd say I was in danger of getting fatter but I've been having so much sex that I needed the energy.

Reluctantly, I climbed out of the bed which Kara and I had retired to last night. As I had expected there wasn't a heating system of any kind or even a room designed for a human to spend more time inside. It turned out the place wasn't called the Fortress of Solitude for nothing. Still, Kara had heaped covers over me and snuggled up real close to keep me warm all night long. The way she held me made me realize how much she valued my presence. That, or, her conversation with Karen had been more traumatizing than expected. I'd have to find out.

She had left a change of clothes at the edge of the king sized bed, which I appreciated. In my haste to get Bobbi out of the country, I had neglected to bring with me a change of clothes or really resources of any kind. I'd brought my portable phone charger of course, but I couldn't really use my phone for anything but using the app. No wi-fi in the North Pole.

Speaking of Bobbi, she had probably woken up last night and been on her own, in a cell for hours. Maybe Kara had checked on her when she woke up, but I'd have to deal with her sooner or later. It was a bad idea to keep a super spy waiting, give her extra time to concoct some insane escape plan which no one could have expected.

After I dealt with Kara though. I wanted to bring her to +100 SP. I wanted to see what kind of reward I was in for. I knew that Power Girl was a sore subject which I could exploit to gather more information about her. I also knew that she had seemed nervous about the Super-Bots when I first got a look at one. Was she afraid I was going to use them to do more harm to people? Or was it something else?

Normally, I could have looked up more tawdry information about her, recorded and shared by tabloids and stalkers. But there was no wi-fi. Then I remembered her mentioning something about a computer last night. With my new found hacking powers, breaking into a piece of alien technology might just be possible. Of course, I could just order Kara to give me access, but I didn't know if that might interfere with me finding the information I needed and besides, I wanted to test out how powerful my new traits were.

Of course, I could also go and ask Kate. I was sure that she, as Bat-Woman kept all kinds of information about Kara, although of course I wasn't sure if any of it would be valuable in terms of embarrassing and dominating her.

Which reminded me.

I opened up the app and scrolled to Kate's profile. I selected "I CAN ALMOST FEEL IT" for the first choice. Route A was a little too situational, plus Route B would further incentivize Kate to do what I needed her to. The second trait was also an easy pick. The Route B for that choice would have been amusing, but Route A would make it easier to recruit more bitches. Plus, with Kate's reputation it wouldn't be out of character for her to start trying to sleep with every other superheroine she met.

Once I'd picked out those traits, I noticed something I hadn't before. On Kate's profile, where it listed her traits, it read "4/5". Did that mean there was a limited number of traits which could be unlocked for one subject? No, that didn't make sense, because I had unlocked five traits for Kate, I just happened to have sold one last night before selecting these two new ones.

Hmm, maybe you could only have five traits on the same subject at the same time, but you could always sell traits and replace them with new ones? If there was a limit to the unlocking of traits, it would explain why, despite everything I'd done to her, I'd only unlocked three traits for Kara so far. Whatever mechanism allowed for a trait to be unlocked, it must have been that just humiliating her wasn't enough to activate it. Like with Kate and Peggy, I had to hit where it hurt, to unlock a trait directly related to her personality or history.

If so, there was probably some bonus to bringing a subject to 5/5 traits, just like there was to bringing a subject to +100 SP. That meant I'd probably messed up by selling "HERE’S ALL MY SECRETS" before I picked out Kate's new traits. Ah well, not that big of a deal. I wasn't interested in micromanaging those kinds of decisions, not when I had big problems which needed immediate addressing.

I hurried downstairs, stopping when I saw one of the Superman bots polishing Bobbi's car. When it noticed me, it gave me a corny, Superman style smile and wave. I felt a little uncomfortable talking to the thing, with it having the face of a dead guy and all, but time was of the essence.

"Uh, is there some kind of supercomputer in this place?" I asked.

The robot nodded. The thing was startlingly lifelike, something which to me only made it creepier.

"I need you to take me to it." I said, hugging my furs to my body.

For a second, it seemed to consider the request. But I'm guessing that Kara commanded the robots to do what I said, because it nodded and led me down and hall and up a flight of ice stairs (this whole place must have been the Flash's worst nightmare). There it was, a deceptively small console made out of an unfamiliar greenish metal, which seemed to emit a strange clicking sound and which blinked with purple and red lights. It barely resembled a computer, as humans might understand one and I worried for a second that I'd be unable to use it.

Then I remembered the trait I'd unlocked for myself last night for reaching 700 SP. My intelligence was doubled for dealing with things just like this. According to the app, my regular intelligence was 7 of 10, which I was guessing just meant I was a little bit above average. That would mean 10 was the human limit for intelligence. If that was true and the app brought me to 14, instead of just topping off at 10, I'd be smarter than Lex Luthor ever was.

Of course, it only worked in very specific circumstances, but I still licked my lips as I considered the possibility. Did the ability extend to when I was utilizing my phone and the app itself? Probably not or I would have noticed that my intelligence had been increased already.

"Is it safe to touch?" I asked the robot, hesitating in front of the machine.

The robot nodded and I dismissed it before I began the process of trying to interface with the computer. The moment I opened up its equivalent to a keyboard (a hard-light hologram with thousands of unfamiliar hieroglyphs) I felt it. My understanding of physics, chemistry, engineering and computers unfolding like the first pages of a very large book. Suddenly, I knew exactly what I was looking at.

The hologram wasn't actually the keyboard, just the equivalent to a security system, designed to shock the would-be user if they input the incorrect password. The actual keyboard, that was some kind of psychic transference which only opened up once the user had proven their identity as Kryptonian.

"Kara?" I called into the cold, empty cavern around me.

She was by my side in a picosecond, wearing a frankly adorable apron with a picture of a cat on it. "Yes, Gerry?"

"What specific words are necessary for the access of this marvelous piece of quantum engineering?"

She frowned at the computer. "Oh, umm...it's Taa-Thaz-Kor-Ka'aj-Doja-Qaul-Gor-El. It means...'everlasting glory to the House of El'."

I stared at the hologram, trying to decipher the correlation between the incredibly sophisticated alphabet and our own.

"Kara?"

"Uh, yes?"

"Do you have any pages of paper?"

"Uh, I can get some. Why?"

"Be a dear and write your name down on it for me, in Kryptonian if you could."

There was another woosh of air, which somehow managed to make the chamber colder. Then Kara was back, holding the page up so that I could see it. It was covered in symbols, almost like a page of binary.

"Sorry, I know, it's obnoxious to read...I can just sign you in for you if you want..." She began.

I wasn't listening. I had already grabbed the page and began looking for cryptographic patterns. "What does your name translate into, in Kryptonian?"

"Umm, hold on a sec, it's been a while since I did this...El means 'Unyielding Bright'. And Kara means 'Star of inspiration' and Zor means 'That which brings secrets to light'."

The Kryptonian alphabet was like the Aztec one, in that instead of having syllables or letters, every single word had its own symbol. But that wasn't all. That would have been too easy. No, in addition to having a different hieroglyph for each word, there were different hieroglyphs for the same word, depending on the context in which it was being used. Not only relating to tense, but to emotion, location and intent.

This complexity would have made it take centuries to decipher under normal circumstances. However, once I picked out "House of El" from the scramble of data, I was able to begin reverse engineering the logic behind the entire system. The Kryptonians were too smart to just assign random symbols to random ideas. Instead, every idea was carefully categorized according to a kind of linguistic family, where words like "unyielding" and "everlasting" were intricately connected. Similar, "star" and "light" originated from the same group as well. It was true, there was no consistency to the sounds which the words produced. But there were tell-tale signs, like the accent marks on the hieroglyphs being used which informed context and origin.

"I can just sign in for you, I really don't mind." Kara said.

"No. This is a challenge, I need to do it myself." I answered, as I pulled out my phone and began typing down correlating symbols between the ones on the page of paper and the ones in the hologram. It was true that the app had given me control over others, including over those like Kara, who were all but gods. It was also true that it had enhanced my strength and constitution, to the point where I felt more in shape than I really was most of the time.

However, this was the first time it had allowed me to peek beyond the veil of human potential. It was an addictive feeling, the rush of discovery, the knowledge that I was doing what no one had been able to before. Even Kara, raised to learn both, had been unable to actually correspond one to the other in any concievable manner for human benefit (not that she'd ever had motivation to do so).

Her people had perfected sub-atomic programming, creating nanobots which were all but impossible to destroy. They had unlocked the secrets of the universe when we were still throwing dung at each other. If she had grown up with them, she would likely be smarter than any other creature on this planet. It was only the fact that she'd been basically raised by animals, that she acted in a human way at all. From a Kryptonian perspective, she was basically brain-damaged, a wild-child whose parents would probably have considered our understanding of education as tantamount to neglect.

My perception of why Karen hated her guts suddenly expanded. Kara wasn't just a nicer, younger version of Karen. She was a drooling idiot too, like a human convinced she was a baboon who had all but surrendered interest in their extinct culture. It must have been grotesque, the only other member of your once proud race, a lesser copy of yourself who refused to even acknowledge her superiority. And who had been gifted by your goody two shoes cousin this fortress, the last real vestige of Kryptonian technology in the universe.

I was suddenly impressed that Karen hadn't snapped her to neck already.

"Ah-ha!" I let out a childish cry of delight as I finished my translation, only to look around and realize that Kara had left and, judging from the fact that she'd placed a plate of pancakes on the floor next to me, come back and left again. In the intensity of my analysis, I must have lost track of time because a quick consultation of my phone informed me that I had been at it without stop for the past thirty minutes.

I laughed. I had just done in half an hour, what humanity's greatest minds couldn't have accomplished in a lifetime. I punched in the phrase, watching as the hologram blinked once, twice and then the computer began to unscrew itself, antenna released as it reached out, flooding my mind with information.

HELLO. W-E-L-C-O-M-E TO THE INTERFACE. I AM BRANIAC 3.5. HOW MAY I ASSIST YOU?

SEARCHING "Kara Zor-El"...SEARCHING...2,891,373,452,179 FILES ON STORAGE. REFINE SEARCH?

Okay, the files weren't just internal files either. They seemed to include photos, videos and links to websites in languages I didn't recognize. Time to narrow the search.

SEARCHING "Kara Zor-El, embarrassed"...SEARCHING...15,671 RELEVANT FILES. REFINE SEARCH

Now I was pulling up tabloid headlines, most from Earth, but some which appeared to exist as part of some, hyperspace, interplanetary communication. Not that I could read any of them.

SEARCHING "Kara Zor-El, humiliation"...SEARCHING...CONTENT AGE RESTRICTED. CONTINUE?

Suddenly, an image was being projected into my mind. A video was playing in the theater inside my dome, uncolored footage of a massive arena on an alien world. Text I couldn't understand scrolled vertically across the left half of the screen, while on the right side, a creature the size of a whale sized up against a miniscule figure. It took me a second to identify the figure as Kara. She wasn't wearing her current uniform, or even her old uniform with the skirt.

She was wearing...was that a babydoll dress?

Just then the creature swung down a massive fist. Kara was fine. The girl could survive meteorite impacts. But whatever she was wearing, was not. I watched, slightly aroused but mostly just confused as a now naked Super Girl proceeded to beat the shit out of the alien combatant.

The video ended, replaced with some kind of alien website, which I was guessing was an approximation of a news channel judging from its design. The raspy, gargling language was untranslated, but the "anchors" for lack of a better term, kept referring back to this same, grainy video. One of them even appeared to be laughing, although it was not a sound I looked forward to listening to again. The report somehow transitioned into an explanation of human or rather, Kryptonian, biology, with anatomy charts that would put most medical textbooks to shame, including quite a lot of pointing and more...ugh, laughter.

I pulled my mental focus out of the website, telepathically pressing the "back" button.

Was this connected to whatever I needed to bring Kara to maximum number of points?

Braniac, look for "Kara Zor-El, diary?"

SEARCHING...0 results found.

So that was it, huh? If Kara did keep a diary, she'd never uploaded it to Braniac's servers, that was for sure.

I pulled myself out of the computer, checking my phone to know how long I'd been exchanging brainwaves with the thing. It had been less than minute, if my phone could be believed. Apparently, receiving information mentally is way faster than through a visual or auditory medium. That made sense I guess, I wondered why I hadn't realized it sooner.

Realizing I was no longer utilizing the machine, I felt an urge to jump back into it, to plug myself back in and feel the rush of supplemented consciousness. Being a genius was like the best **** in the world, and right now it wasn't even negatively affecting my body. But I stopped myself, instead picking up the completely frozen plate of pancakes. Was Kara really too stupid to realize the syrup would solidify within minutes, even if it had been boiling when she put it on the plate? Or had she known, but been too preoccupied with not interrupting me to do something about it?

If so, why had she brought it to me. A good **** would have kept it nice and warm while I was working.

No, something was off about her. She'd been nervous when she introduced me to the robots and she'd been a little too eager to help with the computer to. There was something she was hiding and I was going to get to the bottom of it.

I marched back the way I'd came taking my plate with me and eventually finding both Kara and Kate sitting at in a massive dining table, as far away from each other as they could.

I smirked when Kara stood up at my return and gave me a nervous smile. Kate on the other hand, merely looked relieved to no longer be alone with her. Yes, I was going to have to take that shopping trip as soon as I'd addressed Kara's infidelities.

"Kara, would you be a dear and heat this up for me?" I asked, setting my plate down on the edge of the table, without bothering to get closer to her. As she zoomed over to do as commanded, I turned away from her, putting a hand Kate's chin and lifting her head.

"Did you sleep alright?" I asked.

She looked away. "It doesn't matter." She said, her voice trembling.

"Of course it does." I said, pushing her head back to face me. "I'm a ****, not a monster, Kate."

"I-I did it..." Kara said. Her words were unnecessary, I could feel the heat emanating from the plate to my immediate left. Ignoring her, I leaned closer to Kate.

"Hey, do you want to know a secret?" I asked.

She shifted uncomfortably, probably thinking that she was about to be humiliated again. "It-it doesn't matter." She answered, casting a hateful glare past me at Kara.

I laughed. "I think it does. Kara, why don't you tell the story?"

Kara looked surprised. "What? I-what do you mean?"

"Why don't you tell Kate about the time you got stripped live on interstellar TV?" I asked, with as innocent a smile as I could muster.

Kate gave me a strange look, then decoded the mortification on Kara's face and smiled just as I was. "Yes, I'd love to hear about it."

Kara took a deep breath and then sat down in one of the seats. "I...I was on a mission with Hal Jordan on an alien world...and I...I wanted to impress him. But he wouldn't...he was umm, treating me like a kid...so...so I decided to surprise him. I wanted to figure out who the alien we were looking for was on my own, to prove to him that...that I was an adult. All we knew about the alien was that they could predict the future, and they were using it to win at gambling, so I entered myself into this pit fight, because no one on that planet knew who I was. So I thought that the only the alien we were looking for would have been able to tell that I would win the fight."

"You entered the fight wearing your Super Girl costume?" I asked.

She took another deep breath. "No I...I put on this ridiculous costume...it umm...it was all pink and frilly and...I even put on make-up to look like a little girl...I thought...I thought I could show him up, sh-show him what I was capable of."

"Oh, don't lie. You just wanted to dress up like a slut to get his dick didn't you?" I asked.

Kara closed her legs beneath the table and wriggled. Then she nodded, slowly. "I-I did, sir. I wanted to be a slut for him..."

"What happened next, darling?" I asked, sliding over to her and putting my hands on her shoulders.

"I was so angry with him...I did something really stupid. I-I...the dress wasn't invincible like my super-suit. I won the fight, but...the dress was torn off me. Everyone in the arena saw...everything." Kara covered her face. "I-I'm sorry for hiding it from you, sir..."

"So, basically," I summarized. "You were trying to impress an older man and you ended up exposing yourself to him and thousands of strangers, because of how much of horny bimbo you are?"

Kara squirmed more and then nodded.

Kate smirked and stood up. "Well, if we're being honest, you should probably tell him about the horse."

I frowned. "Oh?"

Kara shot Kate a look which almost came with heat-vision. Then she noticed my frown and looked away.

"When I was younger, I-I fell in love with a shapeshifter named...Comet the horse..."

I burst out laughing at that part.

"Muh-most of the time he was a horse. B-but I didn't actually...I mean I would never have sex with animal, sir! It wasn't like that."

I laughed. "It sounds like you had quite the interesting love life before we met Kara. No wonder you were a virgin less than a week ago." I said, lowering my hands to fondle her chest.

Kara looked away.

I turned to Kate as I began to rub Kara's nipples with my thumbs and forefingers. "Anyway, how do you know about this wackiness?"

She smirked. "She told Stephanie, one of my wards during a sleep over and Steph told me." She caught Kara's glare. "If it makes you feel any better, Blondie, Steph didn't want to tell me. I told her it was for a file about Comet, but really it was just because I'd heard rumors and I couldn't stand not knowing if they were true."

Noticing Kara's reserved expression, I kissed her gently on the temple. "Don't worry, dear. Soon enough you'll be able to get **** on Steph for being such a tattle-tale."

I shoved one hand through the top of Kara's suit, wrapping my fingers around one of her mid-sized teats and cupping the warm flesh lovingly. I knew her sensitivity was much lower than a humans, but I could tell she was slowly becoming aroused by answering my questions and being molested in such a fashion. More importantly though, I could tell that Kate was beginning to feel the phantom sensations of my hands on her nipples. She was also probably enjoying it because Kara was.

The poor girl was going to have the dyke fucked out of her before long.

"Kara, if I told you to go and recreate that dress you wore when you humiliated yourself in front of your crush and in front of countless others, do you think you could do it?" I asked.

She shifted and then nodded. "If you want me to, sir."

"I think you know that I do." I said, removing my hands from her. Then I turned to Kate. "Give me your credit card."

She stared at me in surprise and I rolled my eyes. "C'mon, it's not like you can use it without my permission anyway. Give me the card, or we go back to tormenting you instead of Kara."

Kate quickly opened a pack on her utility belt and removed several hundred-dollar bills. "I-I don't have my card on me at the moment. Sorry, sir."

I frowned as I took the money. "Well, where is it?"

She looked away. "Back at Kara's apartment. In my purse."

I nodded and stuffed the bills in the bra of Kara's costume. "Kara, I want you to fly back to National City. I want you to change into that wonderful outfit that I got you for our caper at the Maneater and then purchase some things for me. And on your way back I want you to bring Kate's purse with you."

Kate looked like she wanted to say something, but stopped herself, looking away again.

"Wha-what do you want me to buy?" Kara asked.

I smirked. "I'll write you down a list."

After I'd given Kara the list and sent her on her way, I felt little foolish for not purchasing the upgrade for Kate's "DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL" trait instead of her "SHE-WOMAN HATER" one. If I had, this would have been the perfect opportunity to buy Kate gifts with her own money and then present them to her to win her affections. Still, there were more immediate benefits to her increased sadism.

With the aid of one of the Super-bots, I eventually found the cell where Bobbi had been relocated. It was as Kara had described, part of Superman's weird alien zoo. All around were enclosures containing creatures and plants unlike any I'd seen before, each in a carefully crafted environment designed just for it.

And then there was Bobbi. Stuck behind a meter of Kryptonian glass, in what appeared to be the equivalent of some kind of rainforest. It looked like she had tried to bust a hole through her window with her enhanced strength and a rock.

In the hours since waking, she hadn't even made a dent.

"I'm going to have this robot bring out Bobbi. Then I want you to humiliate her however you can. For every idea you come up with that I like, that's one veto I'll let you use on my ideas, when it comes to a member of your little Bat Family. That's one less miserable experience I put the whores you love through, understood?"

Kate stared at Bobbi. Then she nodded.

I turned to the Super-Bot. "Go inside and restrain that woman please."

KARA

She had just gotten back to National City and located the fetish version of her costume on the floor of the bedroom. She was relieved that neither Cassie nor Kori had run across it, although she knew deep down that whatever Gerry was planning would surely be worse.

Kara had finished changing into it and stashing her actual costume in its regular hiding place, when she heard it. The familiar buzz of her cellphone. A quick look at the screen confirmed that she was getting a call from Lois. Struggling for a moment, without Gerry to tell her what to do, she hung up on the call. If she tried to bluff to Lois about what had happened with Karen and she said something wrong...well, if anyone could tell it would be her and as soon as she found out, it might very well ruin Gerry's plan (and her chance to get some sweet, sweet **** on a number of hot superheroines she'd always wanted to see taken down a peg).

If she messed this up, it might result in her being punished or worse, her master being disappointed in her.

She had always believed deep down, that True Love existed. But she never dreamed it would feel like this, soft and warm when she was in his grasp, cold and afraid every time she had to leave his side. Still, it was more important that he was happy than she was comfortable and he'd sent her with a purpose. She wouldn't let him down.

She'd just moved to the window to use the balcony, when she saw who was hovering just outside.

Oh shit.

TIFFANY

Tiffany Fox's smile faded as the board of directors shuffled out of the room. Running a multi-billion dollar corporation always came with its own challenges. But she very much doubted that the CEO of Lex Corp ever had to cover for the majority shareholder being a vigilante.

It was easier to explain Kate's absences than it had been for Bruce. Kate had much less interest in running a company and because her "history" made it easier to believe that she was off partying someplace Tiffany couldn't reach her. Still, Tiffany was young and black, which meant that all the old white investors that Kate had inherited along with her current position still trusted Kate (a Jewish lesbian) more than they would ever trust Tiffany.

It wouldn't have been a problem if Kate had told her before her trip to National City that she'd be out of the office for so long (Tiffany had gotten used to covering for her and signing things with her hand-writing). But the lack of heads up had made caused a hiccup in standard operations "Kate's" approval was needed for too much throughout the company for Tiffany to keep things running much longer without at least a token phone call from the Batcave.

Tiffany sometimes resented that Bruce hadn't made _her _the majority shareholder. After all, her and her father had been "in on it" before Kate ever took an interest in vigilantism. They had been covering for Batman and his allies for years. It wasn't like they couldn't be trusted to take care of Bruce's company.

Still, she reminded herself that Kate didn't enjoy being in charge of so much wealth either, she only acted out of obligation to Bruce's memory. She also reminded herself about what the Wayne family had done for her family and tried hard not to think about just how much her father and her brother's mistakes had screwed over her entire future.

Aware that she was likely about to be shouted at by Barbara about the importance of Kate's latest assignment, she picked up the phone off her desk and dialed the Batcave.

She was somewhat relieved when Charlie (Barbara's second in command) picked up the phone.

"Oh, hey Tiff. I was just about to give you a call."

Tiffany never thought she'd miss Jason Todd, but there was something about the number of valley girls in the Batcave at the moment which got under her nerves.

"Hey, Charlie. I'm guessing you don't know where Kate is right now?"

"Oh, no. I know where she is. I can't tell you though."

Did she have to sound so damn chipper about it? "Great. Just...tell her we need to talk as soon as she's back...I mean, assuming she isn't in the emergency room, okay?"

"Of course. Sorry, but you know...the rules!"

_Yeah, and I've been involved in this Batman stuff before you or Kate. _Tiffany thought. She tried not to be direct too much of her frustration at Charlie though as she hung up. She didn't know the full story, only what Kate had mentioned in passing, but apparently Charlie's teleportation ability (and who had ever heard of a member of the Bat family having powers anyway, why didn't she just join the Outsiders and be done with it) had somehow led to the **** of her mother.

Not that she was the only orphan beneath Wayne manor either. Still, it was punching down to be mad at Charlie, even if she was young and white (and had superpowers), given that she'd lived on the street before Barbara recruited her, when Tiffany had never gone hungry a day in her life.

No, it was Kate that she should be angry at. She was always putting Tiffany in these kinds of positions and if she wanted Tiffany to run the company in her absence she was going to have to be the tiniest bit more courteous. Tiffany grabbed a sticky note and wrote down on it "CONFRONT KATE" before sticking it to the underside of her desk. It was shaping up to be a long day and even if she never acted on the note, it felt good to have it there.

KATE

Bobbi was strong. But the Super-Bots had been designed to impersonate Superman, up to and including performing the kinds of feats of strength which had made him famous. And that meant that she wasn't going anywhere unless she suddenly turned Kryptonian.

Kate took a moment to absorb her movements, to search her for scars or weak spots. And to admire the view. The woman was beautiful and although Kate was more of an ass gal than a breasts one, she couldn't help wonder how this bimbo had ever gotten her bust inside a skintight suit. Kate knew from experience that was difficult enough with her own modest bust, but this bitch...

"Quit staring at me and take out this bastard!" Bobbi screamed as she continued to struggle against the ironclad arms of her captor.

Yes, torturing her tits. That would make Gerry happy. He liked pain. But more than that, he liked to see the things that a woman was proud of taken away from her. He wanted the entire female species under his boot and if Kate played along (like she had a choice at this point anyway) she might be able to keep the girls she considered her daughters out of his foul hands.

Not that she wasn't looking forward to seeing Cassandra's tight little body getting assfucked by this misogynistic asshole. That would fix that little bitch for always one-upping her in front of Bruce-

No! She didn't want to see Cassandra being hurt! She didn't want to see anybody being hurt. She was only doing this because she had to. It didn't matter that she would enjoy seeing this stuck up blonde get hers. It didn't matter that it was women like this one who'd made her life a living hell. Who flaunted their bodies and then got upset when she flirted with them. Who would forever allow dykes to be **** and murdered because they were so **** for a quick fuck.

"C'mon you stupid bitch! He doesn't even have any powers. Just snap his neck and we can both get out of here!"

God why wouldn't she just shut up? Didn't she think that Kate would leave if she could? How stupid did Bobbi think she was? Without thinking Kate's hand whipped out and she felt a tiny bit of satisfaction burning in her core when the slap split of Bobbi's lip. Kate grinned at the look of shock on Bobbi's face and tightened her fist, feeling the warm blood running between her knuckles. Then she reached up, digging her fingers into Bobbi's skin-tight spy-suit and tearing the fabric away from her shitty, completely uninspired costume. She caught the bra as well and Bobbi's glorious breasts bounced free, each hardened nipple stiffening even more at the exposure.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Bobbi snarled.

Kate didn't even look at her again. She just slapped her once more, and dove in. Bobbi's weakness were her tits. Kate didn't know anything about her other than the name that Jerry had used to refer to her. But she knew she was extremely fit and judging from her scars had probably seen action. That meant she'd had to deal with the men in charge gaping at her cleavage every chance they got and that meant she was probably embarrassed by how big they were.

And in Kate's experience, the bigger the tit, the less sensitive it was, which meant now was not a time to be subtle. She dove in, licking and slurping and biting and expelling every ounce of frustration and aggression which had been building inside her since yesterday's trauma.

"STOP IT! GET OFF ME! GET THE FUCK OFF ME YOU STUPID BITCH!!"

Kate responded to Bobbi's screeches by becoming more violent with her molestations. She just couldn't find it in her to give a shit anymore. The women she'd thought she could trust had betrayed her and now her head was being fucked with by this bastard who somehow knew everything about her. So she would take whatever pleasure she could get from this cow and maybe she'd make him happy with her and he wouldn't feel the need to torment her as much as he had last night. Maybe he'd leave her alone and let her feel like a human being again for a few minutes.

Or maybe he'd realize how much she enjoyed doing this and take away even this.

But either way she wasn't waiting around to find out what was next. As Kate nipped at each of Bobbi's teats, she stuffed her hand down the front of Bobbi's jumpsuit and dug her fingers into her cunt. There was something in the way. Panties. Probably black like the bra had been. This tit-brained moron probably thought black panties were sexy because she'd only ever been fucked by men and they were too happy to get their mitts on her chest to ever make her feel anything other than secure in her sexuality.

As soon as she'd torn away the panties, she slid to her knees and got to work. Like most superheroines, this one probably had a high pain tolerance. It would be easier to break her with a little bit of pleasure than a lot of pain. As she lapped at the shivering cunt in front of her, she felt alive again, the heat was flowing out of Bobbi's body and into hers. And she felt a tingle down below, knowing she was making Gerry happy.

She didn't realize just how happy he was, until she felt two hands grabbing hold of her ass-cheeks and a shoe pushing her legs aside. She didn't need to look behind her to know what he intended to do. Despite everything that had been done to her, she still wasn't turned on by the thought of a man's cock inside her. But she was turned on. Turned on by torturing this bitch, turned on by doing what he said.

She widened her stance and leaned deeper between Bobbi's legs, so that he had better access to her. She felt him slap her on the ass and she remembered briefly, a time when she would have broken his hand for it. Instead she wrapped her arms around Bobbi's waist and held on for dear life as she licked and suckled on her.

CASSIE

"I just came to check on you, is all..." Cassie said, trying to avert her gaze from the not only lewd but almost certainly sperm-stained outfit which Kara was currently wearing.

"Oh, yeah...I...umm...I really appreciate that but...I have to get going..." Kara said, marching over to the front door as if this situation was somehow completely normal.

"No! Wait! I..." Cassie moved closer and then turned around. "Kara, everyone is freaking out and wants to know where you took Kate...and a lot of people are mad."

Kara paused. "Mad...at me?"

"Uh...no, no! Nobody blames you, it's just...they think we could have handled the whole thing differently." Cassie scratched the back of her neck. She had no idea this conversation was going to be this uncomfortable.

Kara grabbed her by the shoulder and swung her around to face her. "She almost killed me."

"Yes, but...you left so quickly...you said she was infected with something. Have you cured her yet?"

"It's been less than 24 hours." Cassie didn't know how anyone could be menacing in an outfit like that, but Kara was pulling it off. Less than 24 hours ago, in her actual costume she'd been on the brink of ****, positively pathetic. Now she looked downright hateful, like it was Cassie's fault that any of this was happening.

"Yes, but...well, I didn't expect to find you here, I came back to look for clues..."

"You don't believe me, do you?" Somehow, her expression darkened.

"No! Listen, Kara, your explanation didn't make any sense...the virus that you said infected Kate, don't you think it could have infected Karen as well? The way she attacked you...it was so unlike her. And-and you never said how you were going to cure her anyway. I mean I know you have Kryptonian tech at the Fortress but...we could have called Doctor Midnight or gotten someone to go into Kate's mind..."

"Cassie, I was in a bit of a hurry. And I actually am now, so if you could just let me get back to work-"

"Oh? What kind of work are you doing in that outfit!" Cassie said, with up and down gesture to Kara.

Kara took a deep breath. Then she hung her head. "I'm working with a scientist who is trying to cure this disease before it goes global, alright? This outfit...is for my boyfriend...I thought we could have some fun...after everything that's happened I just wanted to get away from the superhero stuff for a little while, okay? I mean, can you blame me? Two of my friends tried to kill me! The fact is...I don't know if Karen is infected...or if I'm infected. My friend said I wasn't...but I don't know...and I don't know if Kate will ever get better...but I'm not going to apologize for isolating her before she does any more damage. I'm friends with Steph, remember? I wasn't going to wait for her and everybody else to get infected."

Cassie took a step back. "Kara, I'm sorry, okay...I'm not angry at you, I'm just confused. How long have you known about this virus? How come you found out about it before anyone else? And what about this scientist...where did she come from?"

"Cassie, I'd love to explain all of this to you. Tomorrow. Tonight I'm going to go have a nice time with my da-my boyfriend, okay? Tomorrow, you can come to the Fortress of Solitude. You should be immune to the virus. You can check on Kate and tell everyone that she's fine and that someone is working very hard to cure her, okay?"

Cassie blanched. She had never actually been to the Fortress of Solitude, although she'd heard Diana speak somewhat nostalgically of it, back when Diana even still talked to her.

"Okay...you-you've been through a lot. I don't blame you for being angry okay...we all trust you, you know that right? We're just scared by how sudden all of this is...if Kate isn't the only infected..."

"It could start a meta-human war? Yeah...I know." Kara said, turning away and closing the door behind her on the way out.

GERRY

Kate wasn't as tight as I'd hoped. Probably practice with a lot of over-sized dildos and what-not had left her somewhat loose. Still, her body was taught and strong and I knew she could probably bruise my dick just by squeezing if she felt like it.

She didn't though, she was too busy bringing Bobbi to orgasm. Over and over again. I hadn't expected that from her, given how she'd attacked Kara. But her strategy was effective because after three, Bobbi was already begging for her to stop. Her tone had quickly changed from that of an angry prisoner demanding Kate leave her alone to a horny bitch **** to be left alone.

I felt weird, doing this in front of a robot of Superman, especially one who was smiling at me the whole time, like we were playing a fucking game of checkers or some shit. I tried not to focus on that part though. I was fucking Kate Kane. A few weeks ago this would have been a dream come true. Now I was annoyed she wasn't as good in the sack as Kara (an untouched virgin) or Peggy (the world's biggest prude).

It was probably just because she was used to being with a man. When I had the time, I'd have another of my slaves teach her how to please a man. That would be nice and humiliating for her.

For now, though, I was just glad that Bobbi was getting some comeuppance for the shit she pulled last night. I looked up at her, watching her breasts heave as she struggled against Kate's dexterous tongue and I felt the warm and familiar sense of satisfaction which I had grown almost inured to over the past few days of wanton debauchery.

"Hey, Bobbi...you want her to stop...you have to ask me." I said, giving Kate another smack on the rump.

Bobbi glared down at me, but the fight wasn't in her. "Puh-please..." She rasped, shivering, dazed and dehydrated. (Bobbi: +14 SP)(-52)

SMACK! "You can stop now, Kate...you've earned yourself one veto."

Kate moaned and then reluctantly plucked her lips from Bobbi's honeypot and glanced back at me with a slightly dazed expression of her as I continued to pound into her.

"Any more ideas for how to fuck with this bitch?"

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