Hail to the Chief!

Mercy drove you to the ceremony, claiming that she made sure that your schedule would proceed unhindered by anything; it was a long trip to city hall, where the president of the USA was waiting to offer you his personal thanks and a medal for your efforts. On the way there, she looked into the rearview mirror briefly and talked to you. "Listen. Ever since the day you and I met, sir, I thought about how my life has gone, how Luthor treated me as his lackey when I thought I meant more to him than that..."

You remembered how Harleen was the same with the Joker, and felt grateful both of them genuinely love you, for you actually care for them. "Well, better late than never," you smiled. Mercy grinned back at you. You felt pretty naughty in your head, so you conjured a teleport construct of yourself to sit beside her in the passenger seat beside her. "Just keep your eyes on the road..." you said sexually.

"Yes, sir..." she purred. Your duplicate began rubbing its hand between her legs, making her breathe a bit raggedly. Her eyes seemed to roll back into her head, and her driving swerved back and forth a bit.

"Mercy..." you sang. "On the road, please." You were having such a grand time in pleasuring Mercy, distracting her as she tried to drive properly...

J'onn was keeping tabs on every one of Imp's drained victims, mostly on you. Their vitals were all stable, but their brainwaves were minimal, as though they were in a coma...

Except yours looked more like you were asleep, dreaming.

Meanwhile, Harleen, Vixen, Black Canary, and other heroines that you had bedded were loitering outside the room. "Puddin'..." Harley was a bit more worried than before, hoping that her love would wake and be in tiptop form again. The others wished the same for you, and nothing anyone said would drive them away from your body...

"Don't worry, Harley," Batgirl encouraged. She wrapped an arm around Harley's shoulders and tried to convince her, as well as herself. "Shad's gonna be ok. He's strong, he'll make it through this." Harley sniffled, smiling a little as the others agreed about Barbara's statement.

You accepted the medal and the president's thanks. When he invited you to say a few words to the audience, you rubbed the back of your head bashfully ad they cheered. "Well... All right." You took the podium, the people quieted down to a near silence, and you cleared your throat before taking a big breath. Finally you spoke clearly into the microphone: "Everyone. I thank you for coming, showing your support. Meeting the president is a great pleasure, never mind receiving his thanks. I will continue doing my part in protecting the good and the innocent of the world, mainly. I hope to still have your respect and admiration in the future. Thank you very much." You lightly bow and you received cheers, mixed in with reporters wanting statements from you to make news about, obviously.