Batman chases after Power Girl the Krypto-Wolf!

Running as fast as he could, Batman chased deep into the forests outside of the manor, hoping to catch up with Power Girl after she transformed into… Whatever it was that blew out all the mansion’s windows and burst out of a brick wall. Still sniffing the air, Bruce’s mind raced. This was EXACTLY why he ordered the League not to interfere. Running on all fours and darting past one tree after the other, Bruce sniffed the air in the hopes of finding her. Halting in his chase briefly, Bruce spotted a downed tree, its splinters too fresh to have been done naturally. “She’s either very close… Or already in Argentina by now.” Honestly, he had no hope of chasing down a Kryptonian on foot, how could he? If she still had her ability to fly, she could be anywhere on the planet right now.

It wasn’t until he heard a howl in the distance AWAY from the mansion that Bruce snapped back to attention and ran to where the howl came from. In the span of a few minutes, Bruce had run over a mile and stopped dead when he found who he was searching for. Standing on all sizes and with a dead stag in her mouth. Power Girl, or at the very least the monstrosity she had become clamped her jaws over the neck of the deer and snapped her attention to Bruce, sneering her teeth and growling back at the male wolf. Slowly making his way around the clearing to stand in front of the wolfess, Bruce remained calm, showing he wasn’t here to fight. “Calm down Karen, you’re not yourself right now.”

Dropping the dead stag in her mouth to the ground and stamping her clawed hand over it, her teeth were still barred with an aggressive growl, her hackles raised and the spines lining her back almost making a sound not unlike a rattlesnake. “You think I’m here to steal your kill.” Sizing the wolfess up, it still left Bruce uneasy. When Harley or Ivy change, they become almost twice their height and five times their mass in muscle. Karen on all sixes stood a foot taller than even him and he didn’t need to know that at her angriest she could knock a moon out of orbit. Right now, he was treading on dangerous ground. Slowly moving closer, he made it clear he didn’t want her stag, keeping his eyes on hers as she continued to snarl and growl at him. “Come with me Karen, let me help…”

He never had a chance to finish when the blonde wolfess backhanded him with a speed he couldn’t match and a strength that sent him through three tall trees before coming to a halt after he slammed into a stone cliff nearly 50 meters away. His vision had gone blood red before his vison cleared, the click-clack of bones reknitting themselves as he collapsed to the ground filled his ears as he staggered back to his feet only to just in time dodge the strike of the massive, she-beast as her clawed fist punched straight through the cliffside sending when rock to rain down.

Karen PLEASE!”

With a feral roar, her eyes glowed red and a cutting beam of red light swayed over the trees and rockface, incinerating everything it cut through as the Wolf dodged and rolled out of the way. Closing her eyes, the wolfess whined, not used to the power as she rubbed at her eyes. Finding an opening, Bruce ran and body tackled the she-beast to the ground, the pair rolling and tumbling over stone and fallen branches before Bruce ended up being pinned down by the large wolfess, the two breathing hard and staring into each others eyes. In the heat of the moment, Bruce became surprised when she leaned down and kissed him on the lips, pressing her body against his.

With his heart beating like a jackhammer, Batman found himself caught in the moment also, wrapping his arms around her where his clawed hands roamed and groped at the curves of her thighs or the mass of one of her full breasts. Rolling again where Bruce became on top, the two separated their lips only briefly until Bruce lined himself up with her entrance and thrust hard into her pussy, making her wrap her legs around him waist as he began to buck and thrust hard into her. Arching her back, Karen moaned and whimpered, giving him access to her many breasts as her four clawed hand roamed over his back. Reaching their limit, their breathing became more hoarse and ragged right when Karen went rigid and wailed when Bruce finally reached his limit and came into the she-wolf, collapsing heavily on top of her as she nuzzled and licked at his neck and face.

Slowly getting to their feet and separating, Karen never stopped nuzzling up to Bruce, even as he guided her back through the forests and back to the mansion.

*

He was on the hunt; the full moon was overhead, and he wanted to relish finding the king wolf and slay him once and for all. On foot he casually walked down the street, smiling to himself how most of the smart citizenry had fled the city as per his demands, the rest either cowered in their locked homes, shivering to themselves in mad hope that something would come to save them. “Fools, when a Count tells you to leave danger, do not expect a hero to take you to safety.”

It had already been some time; his amusement having gone stall when the only wolves he could find were the lone ferals that found him in the streets. He was starting to feel disappointed, until he spotted something that caught his attention.

“Three blind mice… Three blind mice… See how they run… See how they run…”

Crossing the street, slowly and methodically a disheveled slip of a man made his way through the streets like Dracula did, no sign of fear or trepidation of the many predators that stalked the night. Curious, the count followed the man just far enough to stay out of sight. From his vantage, Dracula got a better look of this stranger, he looked raged; wearing thin burlap clothes with strands of straw sticking out of the seems and tears, like a scarecrow. In one hand he walked with an oversized cane or staff, but it was obvious he did not require it to walk and in the other was a burlap sack that clicked and clacked with the sounds of vials and jars tapping against each other. Eventually the stranger made his way to a large warehouse on the edge of the industrial end of Gotham, not even bothering to check if he were followed before entering the building and closing the door behind him.Setting his things on a nearby work table, the Scarecrow raised his head, tapping at his chin. “Interesting, I only know one other who could sneak into my workplace without making a sound.”

Stepping out of the shadows right in front of the man, it unnerved Dracula to find the man unphased by him melting out of the shadows in front of him.

“I take it you are curious of my experiments?

“I am curious of why you would walk these streets after I declared everyone to leave lest they forfeit their lives.” Answered the Count, making his way around the table to look the thin man in the eyes. Now that he could, it only made Dracula more unnerved. His eyes looked wild in sheer terror, as if he were always seeing the most horrifying things all around him, yet his voice was that of an analytical intelligence, calm and paced.

“Fear can either be a weapon or a cage, as you can see, I am not shackled by it.” Answered the scarecrow, his arms outstretched to make the point.

“Indeed…”

Exploding into a hideous mass of blood, shadows and eyes that enveloped the space between them and entangle around the Scarecrow’s arms and legs, Dracula wanted a reaction, ANY reaction, what he got made the vampire Count sneer.

“Fascinating, you understand fear very well.” Looking around his surroundings briefly, the Scarecrow continued.” Fear is a dynamic emotion that requires a scene of calm disturbed by a sense of danger, you use archetypes of predator and prey to illicit a fear response out of your victims, it is a primordial fear but well practiced…”

Reverting to his humanoid form and tugging the cuff to his grey suit, Dracula’s blood red eyes glared back at the human that slowly lowered his hands and turned to go deeper into the warehouse. “I am Count Dracula Teppes, the Dragonborne, and RULER of Transylvania! And you shall show proper respect when addressing me.”

“Of course, you are.” The man answered before pressing his thumb to a control on the wall and illuminating the large space. Once the lights had come on, Dracula found the area filled with steel cages that lined both walls to the left and right, all occupied by people picked up from around the city, along with several werewolves. What surprised and confused the vampire Count was the reaction to those wolves, the ferals he killed earlier showed no sign of reason or restraint or even a trace of fear of him in battle, but these monsters cowered and whimpered at the sight of the slow-moving Scarecrow crossing their cells. “I found these subjects only a month ago, they somehow changed into these… Animals when the sun goes down, with them I’ve been perfecting a formula I’ve been planning to administer to the city.”

Stepping over to the cell where a werewolf cowered, it still baffled Dracula how even as close as he was, the creature kept its terrified gaze on the thin burlap wearing man not too far away. “And what pray tell would that be?” Gasping as he felt several stinging pin pricks in his shoulder, the count turned to find the man wearing a glove with syringes connected to the finger tips injecting a fluid into the Count’s shoulder. “Fear toxin.” Swiping the Scarecrow’s arm away and getting to his feet, Dracula made ready to tear the man apart when a sudden chill crawled down his undead spine. Visions of the worst aspects of his undead past flooded his mind, hallucinations clouding his vison and ears as he staggered back and used a nearby support beam to steady himself. Over and over he saw it happen again and again. His wives slain, his kingdom burned, killed repeatedly in his mind crying out to be saved by him but too little to late to do so. Falling to his knees, Dracula began to mutter in his native languages, crying out their names. Bloody tears dripping form his eyes as the hallucinations intensified.

“Three blind mice, three blind mice, see how they run, see how they run. They all ran after the farmer’s wife, who cut off their tails with a carving knife, did you ever see such a sight in your life, as three… Blind… Mice?”

Looking up to see the scarecrow in his drugged state, Dracula’s mind plagued him with a twisted image of an emancipated wolf, its skeletal grin looming down at him with empty socketed eyes with the cane pulled free in its bony grip to reveal a thin slip of metal like a saber before it was plunged in Dracula’s chest. Even in pain, his mind raced back to when he was driven out of Egypt, his hanging at the fields of Carpathia, his chase in London and the loss of Lucy and Mina. The skeletal wolf in front of him changed from the German monster hunter to the Pharaoh to his brother Abel and back again. “I do apologise for this, you are a fascinating specimen, but fear requires a climate of calm to shatter.” Pulling the sword free, Scarecrow went to a series of cannisters at the wall. “I plan on poisoning the entire city in my fear toxin to study its effects on a large populated area… Just imagine it, an entire city… SCREAMING in fear… I wonder if I’ll be able to hear it from the edge of the city limits?”

“You… Monster.” Staggering to his feet and snarling with fanged teeth, the toxin still burned in his veins. “These wolves are animals that deserved to be culled, but YOU, killing you would make the world a brighter place!”

Tilting his head, the Scarecrow almost showed a hint of a smile in the torn and stitched burlap mask that bore a jack-o-lantern grin. “Why Count Dracula Teppes, I would have thought you’d understand, fear is necessary to appreciate how alive you are, those without fear are those without life itself… Perhaps a larger dose will…”

With a bellowing roar, Dracula lashed out with his powers, a piercing blade of shadows struck out and sliced the Scarecrow clean in half, spraying dark blood in every direction. Manic in rage and panic, Dracula’s coat opened to reveal several more tendrils of darkness that slashed and gouged at the man’s remains before he turned his attention to the caged wolves, then the humans. It wasn’t until he stopped at one last cage that his spree came to a halt. Cowering and crying in her cage was a 10 year old girl, her eyes wide in terror and looking up at Dracula in utter horror. With the toxin still boiling in his veins, Dracula stopped dead in his tracks and fell to his knees, his hands shaking when the girl took the likeness of his lost loved ones.

Hands still shaking he pried the cage door off its hinges and slowly pulled the girl free who instantly clung to the man. “I want my mommy!” Slowly getting up, he clutched the child close and the memories flooded him, before fading enough that he could think straight. “Then let us find your mother…”

the Count left the warehouse, giving the curses location one final look before snapping his fingers and causing the entire place to go up in flames.