Another Friday in Gotham...

James Gordon was not a morning person, but the meeting with the mayor had been scheduled for eight thirty in the morning. Not surprisingly it wasn’t a private meeting, it was an all hands with all of the department heads.

“We need more funding from the state for housing assistance,” the head of the city’s welfare department snapped.

Gordon sipped his coffee and kept silent but had the image of the parody militant feminist golf lady from the Austin Powers movies in his head as the woman snapped.

“Yes Sanders, you have made that very clear, multiple times,” Erica, the mayor’s secretary said writing it down yet again.

Mrs Sanders turned and glared at the young woman with the tablet.

“That’s what five times already?” Lisa Hawkins, the deputy mayor muttered clearly to defend the secretary.

For his part, Mayor Hill sat silent behind his desk with his hands pressed together like in a prayer.

“What about you Jones? Gordon?” Lisa asked.

“The major stuff is marked with a star, the rest is a wish list,” Jones said pulling a folded set of papers from his jacket pocket, “This winter hasn’t been too bad so far, but there is still time for a few blizzards.”

The head of the sanitation department handed the papers to Gordon who passes them on to his left.

“And what do you want from the meeting with the State Budget committee Gordon?” Lisa asked.

“Oh, not much, the usual miracles,” Gordon shrugged, “My captains have put together their late Christmas wish lists as usual.”

Gordon fished out the envelope from his trench coat pocket and passed it around to Lisa, Erica and Mayor Hill.

“You know, ‘Peace on Earth,’ and ‘An End to Crime’, the usual,” Gordon took another sip of coffee from the paper Starbucks cup.

Everyone but Mayor Hill and Sanders chuckled.

“I don’t see how you can be so flippant when we are already so far in the red this early in the year!” Mrs Sanders snapped.

“Well, no crime means I get to retire, no more need for the majority of the police department, and you can take over the prisons for what ever social housing projects you want…” Gordon smiled like he was holding his .357 to a crook holding a TV outside a smashed window.

“A novel idea Commissioner,” Mayor Hill broke his silence, “I doubt that the Governor’s office or the state legislature will be able to grant that in their supplemental spending bill. Deputy Mayor Hawkins, Erica, please start complying the requests for our meeting, I will be with you shortly. I want a word with Commissioner Gordon. The rest of you are free to go.”

Jones put a hand on Gordon’s shoulder as he moved to turn around and exit the office with the other city department heads. Gordon waited until the office was vacant apart from Mayor Hill and himself.

“What seems to be the matter?” Gordon asked.

“Jordon, my son,” Mayor Hill said flatly.

“What’s wrong?” Gordon asked, his concern as a father taking over.

“He is a well as can be expected after the ‘Magic Clown’ incident… but my wife and I are concerned…” Mayor Hill got up and turned to look out the window behind his desk, “I have started to think about retiring and going back to private practice with my wife… maybe move upstate so we can spend more time with Jordon. The whole incident should never have happened to begin with!”

“Don’t beat yourself up,” Gordon said trying to sound reassuring, “You are just one person, in the end, even Jordon saw how much you cared for him.”

“I know, but…” Mayor Hill said.

“Every father regrets missing time with their kids as they grow up, but that is part of being a human being,” Gordon said, “We can’t be everywhere at once.”

“What do you think of the idea of ‘Mayor Lisa Hawkins’?” Hill asked.

“She is fair, level headed, I can see that,” Gordon shrugged, “I would rather see that then ‘Mayor Karen Sanders’, or rather ‘Furher Sanders’.”

“She has become more of a harpy over the last week,” Hill turned back to Gordon, “There have been a lot of complaints.”

*

Clark sat at his desk holding the phone to his ear as he looked out at the ‘bull pen.’ Clark and Lois had somehow gotten a semi-private double desk office off the main floor by Perry White’s office, and Clark’s desk was positioned so he could turn and look out the open door to the rest of the floor.

“So what is holding up the permits for the construction?” Clark asked the contact on the phone.

Clark frowned. Lois arched her eyebrows as she came back from the rest room.

“I see, so some of the Governor’s other allies are upset that she got in bed with Graves and Lexcorps… Interesting. Call me if anything else comes up,” Clark said before turning and hanging up the phone.

“What’s up Smallville?” Lois asked.

“Seems there is some trouble out in Michigan,” Clark said, “I was following up on that big EV story Lexcorps dropped, and Michigan is stalling the permits.”

“What do you have?” Lois asked as she straightened her tie.

“Seems some of the Eco people got wise to possible contamination from EV production and are now pressing the Governor’s office with ‘not here!’ demands,” Clark said.

“So NIMBYs,” Lois said, “Is this straight?”

“Lois,” Clark arched an eyebrow, “When did we start having uniforms?”

“I mean, we have always had a dress code at the Daily Planet, even before Perry started here,” Lois said with a confused tone.

“Dress codes, yes,” Clark said, “Professional suits for the reporters… but look around…”

Clark turned in his swiveling chair and waved at the bullpen. All of the men were wearing the same dark blue wool suit, just like Clark’s and all of the women were wearing the same black high heeled knee boots, seemed panty hose, black wool fitted over the knee pencil skirts, black wool waist cincher corset, white button-down blouse, black tie tucked into the corset, and black wool jacket.

“Ah… uhmm…” Lois looked out the window and realized that Clark was dressed just the same as Ron Troupe and Jimmy, and she was dressed just like Angela Chan and Cat Grant who were standing on either side of Jimmy, “Ok this is weird, I don’t remember that… I just thought this was cute and professional.”

Clark looked at Cat since she stood out, slightly, her blouse was unbuttoned to the top of the corset and the tie was hanging loose unlike the rest of the women who were buttoned up very properly.

“Hmmm, I can’t remember when we got a uniform, but now that you mention it, I am sure we have a uniform policy…” Lois said as went around the desks and sat on Clark’s lap.

*

“Well Miss Quinzel, I feel that was productive,” Doctor Astrid Arkham said looking between Harley and Doctor Katherine McMichaels.

“Yes Doctor, I am glad you took the opportunity to work with Mister Nigma,” Katherine said straightening her green wool suit jacket.

“I didn’t really…” Harley started to mutter.

“I know you are not a practicing doctor anymore Miss Quinzel,” Astrid said, “But taking the time to show empathy and caring enough to listen to Mister Nigma reflects that you are actively taking steps to be a better person.”

“Showing empathy is an important part of being a complete person Miss Qunizel,” Katherine smiled, “And the fact that you took the initiative to offer your compassion and empathy to mister Nigma speaks volumes on your behalf.”

*

Tim sat between Cass and Steph as the listened to the professor go on about the political history of the 1970’s, specifically the European experience during the Cold War. Stephanie currently had Tim’s left hand in her right and was rubbing it up and down her leather legging covered thighs. On Tim’s right, Cass was rubbing her hand against his thigh. Tim had noticed that Cass and Steph were ‘out of uniform’ for the female students… all of the rest of them were wearing winter boots, leggings, and a cable knit sweater tunic, while Cass and Steph had on latex catsuits and corsets under their sweater tunics. Tim had noticed that each of the female teachers was wearing a nearly identical blue wool pantsuit with a similar white turtleneck. The male professors were dressed in similar blue wool suits but with a button-down shirt and tie. The other male students were dressed in similar jeans and sweatshirts.

“Mister Drake, how would you characterize the official position of the Czechoslovakian socialist government on the German Question in the 1970’s?” the professor called as she turned and glared at Tim, Stephanie and Cass.

“There official position would be that they had no official position,” Tim said leaning back and pulling his had from Cass’.

“Why would you say that?” the Professor put her hands on her hips in a slightly seductive manor.

“It’s like the defector from the ministry of finance said in the except on page three one nine five,” Tim said leaning forward, “All of the Warsaw pact countries never had any actual official positions, they came up with an unofficial position while they waited for approval from what did they call it?”

Cass held up the book on the page he said.

“Ah, here it is; ‘All decisions by the Czech or Slovakian Socialist parties were simply unofficial positions until they were approved by pappy Moscow,’ so the only real official position they could have a general sense of frustration,” Tim said.

“Why Frustration?” the professor asked.

“It was the 1970’s, the Czech half of the country was a buttress in between West Germany, and the ‘we aren’t a part of NATO’, but still ready to join NATO once people started shooting, Austria. ‘Pappy Moscow’ was forcing them to spend huge amounts on a military that they knew would maybe be in a fight for a week, two weeks tops before the boarder states of the Warsaw Pact and NATO were turned into glass by the short range tactical nuclear weapons and the Soviet Union proper and North America got hammered by long range strategic bombers and ICBMs,” Tim said, “While the US was weakened by the Arab League’s economic warfare in the form of the oil embargo, it must have been clear that they hadn’t struck the **** blow that the propaganda departments claimed it was. They could get the open news from the western Europe TV stations and that would have warned them that the US and NATO countries would be back on track shortly. On their own side of the boarder, they could see that their own economies and that of the other Socialist brotherhood, it wasn’t looking rosy, no matter what top-down directives they implemented.”

“Very astute mister Drake,” the Professor, “Miss Wayne, Miss Brown.”

Tim looked at the girls on either side of him and they smiled at him. Something about how the Professor worded it and looked at Steph and Cass seemed patronizing, like she thought that he gave her the response that Steph or Cass had given him.

*

Bruce sat at the table looking around. Fox was standing at the end of the table going over the terms that had been agreed upon one more time for clarity. The reps from Starr Enterprises sat on the other side of the table and Karen Starr (alias Kara Zor-El, Powergirl) sat across him. Bruce noticed that all of the men from his company’s legal department all seemed to be wearing the same suit, and all of the women were wearing the same skirt suit. There was a little more individualism among the men of Starr Enterprises, but the ladies all wore the same fitted pants suit as Karen.

“Now unless there any objections, I do believe it is time to sign the agreements,” Lucius said.

Everyone from the front of the table turned and looked behind them all the way to Bruce and Karen. Bruce smiled and shrugged before looking at Karen who nodded her head. The woman next to Karen got something out of her bag and walked up to Lucius Fox. The woman pulled out a gold colored pen and signed both copies before handing the pen to Lucius who did likewise. Lucius took the pen and one copy back to Bruce white the woman brought the other copy back to Karen. Bruce took the copy of the agreement and the pen and smiled as he signed the copy in front of him before passing it and the pen over to Karen, she signed both copies and passed the pen and the second copy back to Bruce. With one last signature the theatrical signing was done, and Bruce and Karen both got up to lean across the table and shake hands while smiling for a camera someone broke out.

Bruce used the din of the clapping from the staff to lean in and whisper to Karen in that accented Kryptonian that he and Clark used.

“When we get a private moment, I would like to talk to you about your tailor,” Bruce said.

“Yes, you too!” Karen didn’t break her smile even as she broke the hand shake and reached to the CEO of Wayne Enterprises, “Mister Fox, a pleasure as always.”

*

Chase sat next to Doctor Bartholomew and Harvy Dent sat in the restraints across from them. Chase had been talking with Harvy about his ying yang complex for about a half an hour while Doctor Bartholomew quietly sat taking notes and rarely offered input when asked. Harvy for his part only made one “Good Cop, Bad Cop” joke. But at the start, Chase quickly noted that Doctor Bartholomew was there to observe her session with Mister Dent.

“Well mister Dent,” Chase smiled, “How do you feel our conversation went?”

“I can’t argue with your points Doctor,” Dent sighed.

“When is the last time you called your wife Mister Dent?” Chase asked.

“It’s been a while,” Harvey said.

“You should, I will put it in my recommendations that you be allowed to call her,” Chase smiled.

“Ah, thank you…” Harvey said before a pair of orderlies and a female nurse came in and unlocked him.

Chase and Bartholomew sat for a few minutes while the orderlies escorted Harvey out of the room.

“Have you spoken with Glinda Dent?” Bartholomew asked.

“Not since the court ordered evaluations a few years ago,” Chase said.

“It isn’t in the patient notes, but she calls every other week,” Doctor Bartholomew said standing up, “She wants to arrange an in person visit, but given the special security considerations imposed by the court, security has denied any such visits.”

“A visit might do well for him,” Chase shrugged, “A conjugal visit might really improve his disposition… but I am sure having guards watch with tasers at the ready might kill the mode.”

*

Bruce stood on the balcony looking out over Gotham City. Karen stepped out and smiled as she closed the door behind her.

[Are you going to give me trouble about my white suit?] Karen asked in her refined Kryptonian.

Bruce stopped pretending to check his phone and slipped it in his coat pocket as he turned to Karen.

[Not at all,] Bruce smiled for anyone looking, [In fact that isn’t the suit I wanted to talk to you about.]

“Oh?” Karen asked in English.

“This is the suit,” Bruce gestured with his hand holding the glass of sparkling water.

“What about it?” Karen asked.

“When did Starr institute a uniform policy for the women on your staff?” Bruce asked.

“We started it… we started it…” Karen arched an eyebrow as she tried to remember, “I know we have had less trouble with women harassing each other for wearing the same thing since we started it.”

“But you can’t remember when it started,” Bruce said, “I can’t find when Wayne Enterprises instituted an actual uniform policy either, but all of the ladies and men on my staff are wearing uniforms. No one remembers when it started, but they all wear identical suits.”

Karen looked into the room with the reps from both companies at the lunch-in and could separate the Wayne Enterprises men from their ladies from the women from her company.

“Do you think we are under the control of Starro or something?” Karen joked.

Bruce stayed silent for a long second before taking another sip of the sparkling water.

“I will let Mister Olsen search you for the Starro,” Bruce said.

Karen was about to respond when she realized what Bruce said. Bruce just went towards the door with a smile.

*

Chase sipped her coffee as she finished the report on the session with Harvey Dent, she had a follow up with Harley later. Astrid and Katherine had had a session in the morning. Chase looked at a corner of the break room as saw Doctor Wolper standing by a sort a magazine rack. For a second in her minds eye, Chase imagined Wolper in a pair of rubber booty shorts tied to a standing restraint system and doctor Joan Leeland who had been standing next to him took the role of a latex dominatrix spanking him. Chase knew she wasn’t alone in her disapproval of Doctor Wolper, but the to make him an actual ‘Whipping boy’? That was a bit kinky…

“Chase,” Katherine McMichaels said as she took a seat next to Chase, “Are you planning on having any evening clients at the office in town?”

“Hmm? Oh, no,” Chase took a second to respond, “I didn’t have anything scheduled, if anything comes up, I will let you know.”

“Are you alright?” Katherine asked.

“Yes, I was just thinking about something Mister Dent said in during his session,” Chase lied, “He seemed so sad when he said how much he missed his wife.”

“Well, being locked up after going on a killing spree does tend to have a negative effect on one’s marriage,” Katherine noted.

“How did the morning session with Miss Quinzel go?” Chase said changing the subject, “Anything I should be aware of?”

“Not really, we tried complementing her for her talking like a friend to Mister Nigma after he found out the bad news the other day,” Katherine shrugged, “That didn’t seem to have much effect on her either way.”

“Ah, doctor Meridian!” the voice came from the doorway.

Chase and Katherine looked over and noticed that it was Doctor Penelope Young… She was head of the biochemistry and pharmacological department, and as such she was in charge of all of the lab work done for the asylum. Penelope came over with a binder and stood between Chase and Katherine as she opened the leather covered Canadian binder and pulled one folder out and handed it to Chase.

“As you requested, I ran a full blood work and looked for all of the unusual neurochemicals,” Penelope said, “And I double checked the results with a second draw…”

Penelope pulled another folder and opened it as she handed it to Chase.

“And to check, I pulled up the results from her last five draws for comparison as well as got a clinical base line for a normal person of her age, gender, weight, and so on…” Penelope handed over the last six folders.

Chase looked over the results.

“Katherine, I know this is more in line with your pet project then mine,” Chase said.

Katherine’s search for something that could be identified as a means to figure out a specific and treatable source of Psychosis. She had spent a lot of time looking into a possible biochemical source and was much more familiar with the various neurochemical imballances. Katherine took the two recent draws from Harley Quinzel and looked at them with a furrowed brow before taking the last of the old tests…

“According to this chemistry, she is cured,” Katherine said, “I don’t know how, but all of the levels have returned to baseline normal.

Chase looked around and spotted Astrid, Jeremiah and Ingrid, the three Arkhams of Arkham asylum walking into the break room.

“Professor,” Chase said, “Doctors Arkham and Karlsson, I think you need to see these.”

The three turned and looked at the three women at the table and came over with curious expressions.

“What seems to be the problem?” Doctor Ingrid Karlsson-Arkham asked.

“At the request of Doctor Merdian and the court,” Penelope started, “I ran a screen of neurochemicals on Patient Quinzel, Harley. Here are the results, a second set to confirm, the last five she had during a previous stay and the baseline for a normal adult of her age, gender and weight…”

Penelope had pointed to the folders on the table and in their hands. Jeremiah and Ingrid both picked up the result print outs in their folders and looked them over. Astrid picked up the baseline report and looked from it to the other reports that her parents were holding.

“And we can confirm the sample integratory?” Jeremiah asked.

“I wore a body camera from security and kept everything in view of the unit from the draw to being put in the spectrographs,” Penelope said.

“Well, it is very hard to fake these results,” Ingrid agreed turning to the Professor.

“Agreed, however,” Jeremiah said, “We have seen people with normal neurochemistry do horrible things and this patient has done very horrible things in the past. I am insisting that we continue to treat the patient as a major safety risk to staff and herself until we have an overwhelming body of evidence that she is no longer a threat.”

“Agreed,” Chase said instantly.

“Doctor Young, what is with the lab coat?” Astrid said as she handed back the folder.

“It was in my locker this morning, it seems all of my department has these white rubber ones,” Penelope said.

“Oh, yes,“ Ingrid said, “It is a new design from Kord Industries that we are testing, some sort of new hypo-allergenic latex with a synthetic spider silk weave core, much stronger and durable, and can be disinfected with a wipe.”

“Pending positive results from the lab, we will be buying more for the other departments,” Jeramiah said calmly.

Chase looked closer at the lab coat. Each corner of the two large waist pockets had silver colored gromets pinning the folds to the thick white rubber body of the jacket. Chase could imagine how it felt to wear such a garment, with nothing else underneath.

*

Alfred couldn’t quite pin down what was the noise he heard from the Study… so he discreetly opened the door and peeked in.

“Such a good boy,” Steph moaned softly.

Stephine and Cassandra were kissing with Tim’s feet waving around on either side of their faces. Looking down, Tim was laying on his back on a leather bound bench, his feet held up in the air and his pants around his knees while Stephanie had her leggings off and was riding Tim’s cock in the ‘Amazon Style’ while Cassandra was doing likewise but riding Tim’s face. Alfred closed the door as stealthily as he could and let the ladies have their fun.

*

“Good Night Doctor Chase, Doctor Astrid,” Harley responded as the guard closed the door behind the two doctors.

Harley thought that her afternoon season with the blonde doctors was productive. It made sense, the realization that she had always been a rubber fetishist, going back into her childhood well before even hearing of super heroes and costumed villains. Harley knew that the reason that Astrid was there for all of her appointments. Astrid was the ‘Resident’, she like Harley used to, had an apartment in the Staff Dormitories on site, and as such could be called out to handle any emergencies that a patient, in this case Harley, might have. Generally, however, Astrid tended to stay quiet and observe from the background and make notes, letting the other doctor interact with the patient. So when Astrid interjected that Harley was describing precursors to a developed fetish and BDSM kink as an adult… it took Harley and Chase back for a second, not out of shock over the realization, but that she spoke up like that. Of course, it all made sense, once illuminated like that. Harley had always been kinky… The Harlequin catsuits, the rationalization of Joker’s **** as ‘true love’, the thrill of notoriety, they were all elements of fetishism, exhibitionism and sadomasochism being encouraged in the unhealthiest ways possible.

“Come on Miss Quinzel,” the security Guard said, “Stand Up. Hands behind your back.”

Harley was brought out of her internal self-analysis by the guard’s orders and did as she was told.

“Sorry,” Harley said as she obeyed.

Harley followed the directions and orders as she was taken back to her cell. A question popped into her head as she waited for the endless series of ‘air lock’ double gates to open and close; what if she had become obsessed with Batman instead of Joker?

“Dinner is in three hours,” the Guard said as they brought Harley into her cell.

“Of course,” Harley agreed.

In Harley’s mind the image of her in a BDSM sex dungeon started to form, but it was in some old school mansion upper room instead of a cave, subway station or where ever Batman was rumored to hang out, and Doctors Chase, Astrid, and Katherine were circling her in their leather and latex dominatrix gear.

*

Clark was on hold with the Swedish Embassy. Lois was editing an article for the website about Stag Industries unscheduled shareholder meeting. Jimmy, well Jimmy was hiding in their office from the unwanted attention of Cat ‘The Cougar” Grant or Angela Chan. Quite literally hiding, he was crammed in the back corner behind filing cabinets.

“Hay Smallvile, isn’t Kelvin, the temperature spelled with a K?” Lois asked.

“Yes, named for Lord Kelvin,” Clark said, “Why?”

“Dumb-dumb spelled it with a C,” Lois said typing in the corrections.

Clark rotated his chair while holding the phone to his ear and then arched his eye brow. The elevator door opened and out stepped his cousin. Karen was strutting down the walk way between the desks of the bullpen. She was dressed for a date; Heels, pantyhose, a black PVC trench coat open to show off a ‘Little Black Dress’, and a matching purse. That she was a relative to Clark was something of an open secret… when pressed, they would admit that she was the older biological sister of Clark’s adopted sister Kara who had found them and the Kents when she went looking for her birth parents after getting her Tech company into the Fortune 500. The remaining reporters watched her as she made her way to Clark and Lois’ office.

“Hay Clark, Hay Lois, where is Jimmy?” Karen asked.

“What are you doing here?” Lois half snapped, “I thought you were having meetings in Gotham today?”

“I did,” Karen smiled, “I flew up here instead of going back to NYC when I was done so I could spend the weekend up here. Where is Jimmy?”

Lois pointed in the corner with a smirk, Clark rotated around in his chair while Karen went between him and the filing cabinets to see Jimmy sleeping standing up and drooling down the wall.

“He is so cute,” Karen snickered, and then kissed the red haired boy, “Wake up cutie, it’s time for our date!”

“Wha… oh.. Oh, hi there,” Jimmy half giggled and then kissed Karen back.

The pair broke the kiss and Jimmy stepped out of the corner.

“Ah miss Lane?” Jimmy said awkwardly.

“Yeah, unless there is a major accident, fire or crime I got nothing for you,” Lois said, “But keep your phone on just in case something pops up.”

“Thank you Miss Lane!” Jimmy said and dashed around the back side of the desks to get his lunch box from the minifridge.

“Give me a call Clark, maybe we can do lunch tomorrow,” Karen said patting Clark on the shoulder.

Clark spun around to watch Jimmy trying to get around Lois and then back out to the door off the office with Karen. Clark watched them walk out the office, Karen put her hand on Jimmy’s butt to claim him as hers as they walked past the desks of Cat Grant and Angela Chan.

“Yes, I am still here,” Clark responded to the voice on the phone, “Clark Kent of the Daily Planet… So the Ambassador has no comment at this time and will be traveling home for consultations with the government over the next week. Thank you.”

Clark hung up the phone.

“Looks like that story about the Ambassador approving Lexcorps bids in their defense contracting hit a nerve with the Swedes,” Clark noted.

“Ah Clark,” Lois said looking at her husband.

“What?” Clark asked.

Lois pointed with a pen in her hand at his chest, Clark looked down and realized the phone cord had wrapped around him as he had rotated his chair to look around the room.

*

While Batgirl and Nightwing had a date (busting up drag racing on the Interstate), Robin, Black Bat and Spoiler were breaking up some **** deals in Cryme Alley, and Batman was hunting a new **** distributor that just moved into Gotham, Chase was at her new favorite club. She had stopped at Marquis S Fine Court Wear on the way home only to find that they had a second outfit waiting for her.

“Well welcome General,” one of the husbands said welcoming Chase to area that had become her “court.”

“Hello my dears, did you enjoy my instructions?” Chase asked the collected group.

There were rounds of agreement from husbands and wives. A new couple came over, holding hands. They introduced themselves as a closeted fetish couple and managers of a music store… And they wanted to be hypnotized to be in a femdom Female Lead Relationship with both of them made bisexuals.

“Both bisexuals?” Chase mused, “I will admit, I hadn’t tried that as part of my hypnosis before…”

*

Harley laid in her bed thinking, the fantasy of being spit roasted by Batman, Dominatrix Doctors Chase Merdian, Astrid Arkham, and Katherine McMichaels in a mansion sex dungeon playing in her head as she had each of them taking turns in triple stuffing her and punishing her.

“Harley,” Edward Nigma called from across the hallway.

“Yeah?” Harley responded.

“Have you ever thought about going back to being a doctor?” Edward asked.

“Well besides needing a time machine to erase a bit of history in order for that to be possible…” Harley said, “Yeah I have given it a bit of thought, sadly I don’t thing anyone certify me to practice at this point.”

“Which doctors here do you think I should be honest with?” Edward asked.

“I may be biased, but McMichaels, Astrid Arkham and Merdian,” Harley said, “They aren’t the types to fuck with your head for fun.”

*

“That’s it, take that cock in your mouth and suck on the head,” Chase instructed the entranced volunteers.

The three men had come forward wanting to experiment with being bi as well as she started to hypnotize the husband and wife.

“Rubber makes you crave cock,” Chase whispered into the man’s ear, “Sucking cock makes you want to wear rubber… You want to obey women, you are bisexual, you submit to women, you love when women order you to wear rubber and suck cock…”

The wife was pushing her husband’s head up and down the first volunteer’s cock as they slightly drooled in their trances. All around others were watching and drinking as Chase was warping their minds with hypnosis.

*

Katherine McMichaels sat on her laptop looking at the video on ‘Dominatrix fashion’ on the website for Marquis S Fine Court Wear… And she had to admit, she liked the idea of leather lingerie…

“Nigma would make a nice sex **** gimp too…” Katherine muttered to herself.

*

The look out was a paranoid tweaker. He reminded Batman of that Shaggy Coward from those old cartoons Alfred would put on for him as a child, only a cheap black imitation of that character… Batman thought for a second. Yes, the lookout had what looked like a World War Two STEN submachine-gun, but he didn’t see any magazines on the man or in the firearm… and being an open bolt design, there couldn’t be ‘one in the chamber’. Batman waited until the man was closer to the watertower on the roof, that way, he could use the four support pillars to throw the man against and knock him out quickly. He looked around and made his plan of attack. In an instant, Batman landed silently behind the black knock off Shaggy. But as he stood up the man turned and looked behind himself. With a barely audible gasp, the man ran forward, while still looking at Batman, and ran into one of the support pillars for the watertower, then backed into another, and hit his head on the corner bracket of the first one before falling to the ground, out cold.

A snickering started from the shadows by the roof access stair encasement. It turned to a full on feminine laugh as the slinky shadow emerged from the encasement’s shadows. Batman pinched the bridge of his nose throw his cowl.

“Well dark knight, that is one way to take out a goon,” Catwoman laughed.

“Why do I get the feeling you are going to tell everyone about this?” Batman asked.

“I was livestreaming it!” Catwoman held up the camera so Batman could see it, “I got the codes to stream to the Watchtower’s network from your tech support.”

“Why?”

“One of your buddies in the Justice League wanted to see how you actually take down crooks,” Catwoman brought her laughter under control, “But this, this was just TOO perfect!”