A helping hand for a needy mind

Jessica waited impatiently. She didn’t even really want to be doing this, but… well.. It wasn’t like there was anyone else in the area who could fill this particular niche. That niche of course being a sort of ad-hoc ambassador for her neighborhood which was now grafted onto a much larger, extra-dimensional city.

Jump City. She rolled the words around in her mind. Kind of an odd name, but it didn’t really matter to her much. Just a bit peculiar. Nothing really in comparison to those larger madnesses. And if she was lucky, these supers that were currently residing in the fuck-off huge T-shaped Tower that she had just rung the front bell on would be super average in comparison.

…

She wanted to smack herself in the forehead for even daring to think that. Things had been looking up for the past few months; it wouldn’t do to start getting too greedy and especially she shouldn’t be stupid about it. No, if the supers she was about to meet had decided on this as their abode, then they were by definition abnormal.

Her thoughts drifted back to her brief research. The internet had been sort of merged as well, replete with weird protocols and websites and information from both worlds. She had managed to get a little info on them from her frenzied searches following the world-wide notification from this supposed fifth dimensional imp Mr. Mxyzptlk. Jump City. The Titans. Notably the resident villains of Jump City. That was the reason she was here after all. Not like she wanted to, and she definitely wasn’t planning on joining forces or anything, but if these active heroes needed her intel on something, then, well, she couldn’t look herself in the mirror if she didn’t do the bare minimum.

Just as she was beginning to wonder in the back of her head if these supposed Titans were even home, the door opened. Standing in the now bared entryway was a woman, not too old, maybe in her twenties. Notably, and by notably Jessica meant the very first thing you’d see, the heroine in front of her had gray skin. Not in the sallow, sick sense, but in a healthy and vibrant way, almost unnaturally so. Like there was some hidden luminosity beneath. Framing that was her purple hair. Nothing a dye job couldn’t do, but Jessica knew the alien in front of her for what she was. The dark blue cloak and black skin-hugging body-suit that wrapped around their lithe frame didn’t help in ameliorating that unearthly quality either.

Jessica pictured herself in her mind’s eye in comparison. A little thicker here and there. Her black leather jacket and white blouse which matched her pale skin. Her raven – and didn’t that word just pop into her head, locks that fell down around her face. She wasn’t too dissimilar when she thought about it, but at the end of the day she still looked human. The heroine in front of her didn’t. It reminded her of… of…

“Are you coming in or what?” The slightly husky tone voice intruded on her thoughts. Jessica shook herself free of her idleness and nodded affirmatively.

“Yeah. Sorry. Just not used to this whole parallel reality stuff, yeah?”

Raven just looked at her. Like she was supposed to be. Like it was some personal failing on Jessica’s part that she wasn’t. And then she stepped back and withdrew a gray arm from her cloak, wrapped in a fingerless glove. She beckoned Jessica inside.

Without further ado, Jessica stepped forth unto the breach. Her left foot and then her right, and then, past the door into the lightly light entryway of the tower. And as soon as she did, she felt an unbearable pressure stab directly into her forehead.

“What…?” She weakly gasped.

She blinked.

She blinked again.

Raven stood before her. Waiting.

Did Raven always have such huge tits? Like cow-sized udders? She struggled under the weight of what felt like the worst migraine she had ever had. Her internet searches? She had seen pictures of the members of the Titans. What did they look like? Like this? She looked again in between rapid blinks. The Titan had her tits just hanging out in the open, like someone had torn out holes from her bodysuit just to leave space for her breasts to proudly display, to hang in all their juicy-looking glory.

“Ah. I was hoping you’d chicken out. Now you’re trapped here too.”

What was Raven saying? She tried to parse the words. Now you’re trapped here too? No, no, that wasn’t quite it. It was more like Welcome. Feel free to drink from my tits if you want.

*Sigh* “Follow me.” Raven turned around and started walking towards what looked like an elevator. Jessica, still in disarray and blinking through the pain of her sudden headache, gathered herself and hurried after the gray maiden. Raven pressed a button and almost immediately the doors opened and the two of them entered the rather spacious box. Raven pressed another button and the doors closed, locking the two of them inside.

“So,” Jessica managed to strike up what could resemble a conversational tone, “Is your team all here today?”

“Yeah, we’re all stuck in this hellhole. And it looks like you’re not immune to Mumbo’s effects, so welcome to the suffering party I guess.”

Mumbo. That name wasn’t part of her searches on the Titan’s membership. Or… no, wait it was. He was a fairly new member, but she remembered seeing him in the group photos. Another weird-colored… no, handsome member of the team. Her heart started beating all on its own.

“Do you mind if I slap your milkers around a bit, just to relieve some stress?” Jessica asked politely. She didn’t want to intrude, but she was feeling a bit nervous.

“Yes I mind.” Sure go right ahead Jessica heard and then Raven leaned forward into Jessica’s space. Jessica raised her hands, and then with a sort of pendulous motion, from on high, swung her arm from right to left, impacting the titflesh. *TWHACK* The impact made a pleasant, calming sound that rang in her ears. And a not unpleasant sight either, as the giant orbs bounces to and fro, not unlike a Newton’s Cradle. They jiggled for a solid couple of seconds until they eventually lost the kinetic energy required to keep moving in such a pleasing manner.

“Are you done?” Please keep going. Jessica nodded and, happy to be invited to keep destressing herself, swung from left to right this time. *TWHACK* Raven let out a cry, a moan of pleasure, which Jessica was happy to see, seeing that Raven was enjoying this as well. Sometimes these kinds of things could be one-sided. *JIGGLE* The mounds wobbled and wobbled.

When the elevator beeped that it had reached its destination, some fifty floors up, Jessica was feeling a lot less anxious about this whole meeting. Sure, she hadn’t been looking to forward it originally, but maybe there was something to be said to getting a foot back into the superheroing world again.

The metal doors opened and she was greeted to the site of a huge, spacious area. The first word that came to mind was… huge, and the second closely after was colorful. It was like a miniature house, very modern, very full of vibrant reds and yellows and greens and blues, with a huge glass wall (or maybe it wasn’t glass, but it was definitely see-through) giving a clear view of the bay below.

And inside, seated on a big red sofa, was a motley crew of heroes. She recognized Robin, Cyborg, Terra, Mumbo, Beast Boy, the whole rogue’s gallery, no less colorful than their environs.

*CLAP* *CLAP* Jessica looked to the side. There a boombox was belting out a bassy beat that was punctuated by the remaining member, Starfire, who was pressed face-forward against a wall while her ass, jutting out and facing the rest of them, was twerking along to the music. The orange globes were so big on her frame that they spread out a full foot or so from her waist and thighs. They looked monstrous… no, that wasn’t the right word. They looked divine on her, in comparison, petite form. Perfect. Wondrous.

CLAP* *CLAP* Oh right, she was being rude. She strode across the room towards Starfire and gave her a mighty whack on the backside, which set her ass into an even fiercer jiggling than they were previously, bouncing into each other like jello.

“Ahhhhnnn.” Starfire cried out. “Nice to meet you, Jessica Jones?” She asked in half question, half confirmation.

“Yeah. Nice to meet you too, Starfire. And the rest of you…?” Jessica leaved it open for them to fill in the blanks.

“The name’s Robin, in case you didn’t already know.” The domino masked man supplied. “Cyborg.” He pointed to the blue, half-machine man. “Terra.” The muscled blonde. “Beast Boy.” To the green individual that didn’t so much look like a boy anymore but had apparently (again fro her limited research) decided to keep his older moniker. “You already know Starfire and Raven, I hope. And Mumbo.” The handsome blue man waved a gloved hand at her.

“So you’re a superheroine too?” Terra asked. There was some curious glint in her eye. Jessica’s past year or so as an investigator had ingrained in her a healthy ability to read people. That look of Terra’s plus her tone was bordering on accusatorial. Maybe even territorial.

“Yeah, but only technically. Better to say I was one. I quit a while ago. Been a private investigator now for going on a year.”

“Then don’t take this the wrong way, but why are you here?” Robin asked. A right to the point kind of guy, eh? Well, she preferred that over the opposite.

“Right. Well. Figured you could use some intel on some of the local villains in the area now that we’re kinda joined at the hip.” Robin nodded. She continued, “There’s a couple of real nasty’s out there. I don’t know what you guys have to deal with normally, but when I was active, and even now, there’s some stuff that if you aren’t prepared with good intel, well it wouldn’t be pretty.”

“Ohoho. Speaking from experience?” Mumbo’s deep baritone, oh my. She felt a flutter in her stomach. But then she steeled herself. She was here for business.

“Yeah. Ran into a few myself. Villains like Scorpion with super strength, energy projectiles from a cyber suit, some precog stuff. He was actually my first, believe it or not, and it was more luck than my own super strength and flight that let me beat him.” Her crowd gave a few mhmm’s and ah’s to that, perhaps recalling their own fights. “Villains like the Skrull, which I guess is more of a race than an individual villain, but if you don’t know there are shapeshifting aliens intent on taking over the world, then you might not be looking for them. Uh, no offense to any of you.”

“None taken.”

“What,” Mumbo piped in, “was the worst of the worst? The baddest of the bad?” She gulped. He propped his hands under his chin and was staring up at her pleadingly. “Come on, tell us.”

“The worst…”

“Yeah?”

“The worst had and ever will be a real bastard who goes by the name, The Purple Man.” The crowd ooh’d and aww’d. “ Yeah.” She gave herself a second to settle any lingering reticence. “His power was a sort of pheromone that amounted to insanely effective mind control. It makes you want to do anything for him, to put his happiness, his pleasure above your own. It’s incredibly dangerous. If you want to fight him, stay at long range or find some way to filter out his pheromone.”

“Gotcha.” Mumbo gave a thumbs up. “Was he a difficult fight, or was it like a one two punch and he’s out for you?”

Jessica gulped. “It was… difficult.”

“Oh. I see! So he got you with his pheromones then?”

“Yeah.” She stared at her feet. She thought she was over this, but then, wasn’t that a bit silly. How did one get over something like that, truly? “Yeah, I spent some time under his control.”

“Touchy subject, I see, no need to say anything more.” Mumbo put his finger to his mouth and swiped it in a zipper motion. “Mum-bo’s the word!” Jessica nodded in gratitude, which was immediately spoiled with Mumbo continued, “Though I am curious. You imply he’s still out there? Aren’t you worried he’ll capture you again? Mind-controlling superheroines seems like this guy’s modus operandi if I’m guessing correctly?”

Jessica stared at him. Then, “Yeah. I’m worried. I broke free last time, but… it was a close thing. He made me do some sick shit.”

“I see. I see.” Mumbo nodded sagely. “No need to say anything more. A man like him with a beautiful superheroine like you under his control. I can add two and two together.”

She nodded, unable to voice that part.

“Which is why I’m surprised you haven’t taken more steps to make sure he never gets control of you again, if he’s still out there and just as potent as you say he is.”

“What?”

“Like wearing a gas mask 24-7, or studying magic and casting some mind-protection mumbo jumbo, you know, the works.”

“I…” She began to utter a defense, but Mumbo bowled over her.

“But of course I know why you haven’t. It’s because none of that stuff really works deep down. No, the only way to prevent being mind-controlled is, drum roll please…” He waved his wand and a pair of sticks appeared over Starfire’s ass and performed a pitch perfect drum roll. “Being mind-controlled. That’s right, you just need to be mind controlled by someone else, someone who wouldn’t take advantage of you like this Purple Man. Might I suggest a Blue Man instead?” His bushy eyebrows waggled suggestively.

“Bastard.” ‘Yeah, I love being mind-controlled.` Raven said to Jessica.

“Yeah! Mumbo’s a real hero and I couldn’t be safer being mind-controlled by him!” Starfire cheered in between ass claps.

“We haven’t been mind-controlled by him yet, but we probably should be!” The rest of the team chimed in, in eerie synchronicity.

“What stunning testimonials!” Mumbo cheered in turn.

“I… uh…” Jessica began to back away slowly. She took a step back, and then a step forward. She began to approach slowly. “That sounds perfect!” A grin spread across her face. “I’ll never have to worry about being Kilgrave’s sex **** again!” She declared, and everyone clapped (including Starfire who clapped both with her hands and her asscheeks).

“Wunderbar! Then, with just a wave of my magic wand and a Presto Slavo.” He waved his wand and chanted the magical phrase, and Jessica felt her thoughts changing for the second time that day.

“Oh” Was all she had time to say, before the riptide of magic swirled and overtook her conscious thought.