I don't know what to name this fucking chapter.

-Part 2-

I deserve this.

Yes, I deserve this.

Hawkgirl, presenting her potent posterior in a provocative position. Her wide rump shifted this way and that as she shimmed the tight spandex bottom down her bottom.

"Ahh yes," I inadvertently sighed the moment her creamy ass came into view.

She rose up slowly and kicked the material away as if it were no use to her anymore. Her hands swiftly moved to rest upon her hips and her leg jutted out to one side. Leaning forward slightly, she craned her neck to face me and stuck her butt out a bit more. Looking as if she were in position for a risque photo shoot, she bit her bottom lip and contorted her face into that of thirsty lust.

With that all happening in a matter of moments, I stood there like an idiot for a few long seconds. I stayed in place like a kid whose ice cream fell to the ground, looking at the carnage and taking in what was just transpired.

Yes.

I deserve this.

Not Hawkgirl dropping the earring and slutting herself out. Though, it could be argued that I do deserve that. I mean, I outsmarted a superhero! Or at least used information that she wasn't aware of for my own benefit. If they were aware of the fact that I could freeze Hawkgirl at any moment by asking her to show me her butt they'd definitely not have tasked her with the job of retrieving the lost jewelry.

But!

They didn't know that. Which proves that even though I was being watched, and my normalities were being logged; they weren't able to track the shit I recently did. Probably cause they were on their way to bust my bitch ass. And now they're focusing on busting somebody else bitch ass. Meaning the heat isn't primarily on me.

Anyway, I wasn't implying that I deserve to have the earrings back. No, I was instead referring to all the shit that's currently going down. And dam, a lot of shit has been going down. Shit that I honestly deserve. I've been acting like a bitch this whole time, and you know what they say, bitches get stitches. I believe that's how the saying goes at least.

Do I regret anything I've done?

Hell no.

Will I change and begin doing things differently?

Well with the exception of being more precautious- No to the hell. I'm going to continue being a fucking bitch because deep down, and on the surface, that's what I am goddammit!

Now speaking of being a bitch, I need to skedaddle like the bitch I am.

As much as I would love to taste Hawkgirl's cake, and trust me, I really want a piece. There comes a time in a perverts life where he has to set his priorities. Have shortlived satisfaction now and risk having the Flash zoom back at any moment? Or, get to safety, while I have the chance, and relieve my boner at a later date for as long as I fucking, please.

Yeah, I'm going to actually use my brain this time, and hell- The Willies aren't even making a fuss for once, it's as if we all agree that jacking it can wait.

And luckily, because of my previous normality, I know exactly where the Hall of Justice is! Even though I technically shouldn't, because the earrings make the user immune to normalities. But- That's probably just a continuity error, better to not think about it.

I began to get outta dodge, I felt my twig twitch and I instinctively glanced back to Hawkgirl's ass. God, she looks fine as fuck, I'd put her below Zatanna and Wonderwoman on my personal scale; mainly due to the fact that her two main assets are smaller than magicians and goddess. But even still, smaller doesn't always mean worse. If any regular man managed to get with her- it would probably be the greatest accomplishment he'd ever achieve.

It was nice to get one last glance at her form. With the way she can pose, I wouldn't be surprised if she modeled in her free time. Smooth legs, and-

SHIT

I almost left the earring she dropped on the floor! What the fuck is wrong with me!?

"Wake up," *Tap* *Tap* "Wakee uuuuup!" The Joker hummed to himself, patting Zatanna on the head with the base of his knife. "Oh come on!" He grabs her chin, with a tick of anger in his voice. "Wake the fuck up, I don't have all day!"

"Mm...mgh.." Zatanna all but slurred, her head entirely limp in the Jokers grip.

"Well, I'm stumped." He said, dropping her face and letting it bob down on her chest. "It should have warned off by now," Sitting up on the cell's cushioned bed he stares at her for a few seconds, eyeing the spittle form from the corner of her lips and slide down her chin to land on her breast. Said breasts rising and falling subtly with each small breath.

"You know while seeing you in this state could be easily comparable to watching television. I do need you to wake up now," Standing up off the bed, the Joker walks over towards the magician, tossing his knife in the air and subsequently catching it absently. "I guess I'm going to ha- Shit-" He cursed to himself after mistiming the knife throw, causing it to land blade first into his palm. "Heheh- Hahaaha! One could say that's what I get for cutting to the chase!" The Joker laughs to himself while he pulls the blade out from his palm. Looking from the bloody metal to his hand, he shrugs and wipes the blood away on his jacket. *Sigh* "This wouldn't be the first or the last time I cut myself. Anyway! You're next."

*Hop* *Hop*

"I thought I's supposed to be the funny one here." Said the green rabbit as it bounced through the metal corridor.

"No, you're getting funny mixed up with dumb," Raven said in her dull monotone from behind Beast Boy.

"But if friend Beast Boy did mean to say funny, I don't find this situation very comedic," Starfire added.

"This mission is not meant to be commeedic!" Robin said to his team while walking backward. "We're on a serious venture, that means-"

"Wait a minute Ray!" Beast Boy said, pausing his forward momentum to bounce around and face Raven. "You saying I ain't funny?"

"You're loud, annoying, childish, a complete idiot, a lazy slob, a pain in my side." Raven stopped and raised a brow. "Need I go on?"

"Y- You- Yo- Y- Y-" The small green rabbit stammered, his bunny eyes growing wide as tears begin to form.

Raven rolls her eyes. "Oh please."

"Aww!" Starfire coos at the sight of the cute animal being brought to tears and swiftly flies over to her teammate. "I think you are the hilarious!" She said after picking him off the ground and clutched him tightly against her soft chest. "Unlike Robin's attempts at trying to make a joke."

"This isn't supposed to be a joke! We are undercov-"

Raven's eye twitched after seeing Starfire squeeze Beast Boy. "Let go of him," She said. Forcefully removing the green rabbit from the alien's embrace and instead clutches him against her own chest. "He's milking it."

"Yeah, haha! I was milking it." Beast Boy agrees, immediately stopping his fake crying. "She didn't mean any of those insults."

"I meant all of them."

"She's just getting defensive." Beat Boy whispers behind him before transforming into a flea and bouncing out from Raven's arms, onto her shoulder then into her dark purple hair.

"Get out of my hair."

"Say please!"

"No."

"Then I'm not moving."

"Oh, I'll help!" Starfire chirps. Then flies over to her cloaked friend and rips down Raven's hood. "Hold still!"

"Star what are you doing?" Ravan hesitantly says with uncertainty in her voice.

"Wait a second!" Both Raven and Beast Boy exclaim, failing to stop Starfire from rubbing her hands through Raven's hair at super speed.

"O- Oo- OoOOWwwWWw St- Stop!" Raven stammers as Starfire shifts her hands furiously through her purple hair. "Fff- Sser- S- Stop! You might crush him!"

"What she said!" Beast Boy yelled while trying his best not to get crushed by the heroine's hands.

Robin stood off at a reasonable distance, idly watching in awe at his teammate's lack of- everything. The plan was to sneak into the WatchTower, disguise themselves as tourists, and enjoy the expo as if they were actually invited. And then, after all was said and done, they'd reveal themselves; the League would be so genuinely impressed that a group of teens managed to shift under the radar, and in the end, the Titans would be praised for their cunning and finesse.

Simple, right? Especially since Raven was able to warp them all here through a portal and bypass the hassle of breaking through the station's security. But apparently not! Looks like teleporting up here was the extent of their abilities as a team since they couldn't lay low for all of three seconds! Robin hoped to bump into Cyborg while they were up here, but if their old teammate saw them such a disheveled state... "Now I'm beginning to understand why Cyborg left..."

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"TITANS!"

"Huh?" The three stopped their bickering nearly simultaneously.

"Star, stop messing with Raven. Beast Boy, get out of her hair."

"Daww but-" The green skinned boy complained while jumping out of Raven's hair and transforming back to his human form. "I was just cleaning out her dandruff- Ack!"

Raven was swift to silence him with a rather large fist composed of pure darkness. "That's disgusting."

"Guuhh- I never said I was eating it! I wuz- Ya'know- Flicking it away."

"Raven, stop abusing Beast boy," Robin paused. "But dude, that's seriously is disgusting."

"I wasn't eating it!"

"Titans, this mission is not a joke, I want us to have fun but we still need to make sure that our cover doesn't get blown."

"Oh, we were supposed to be undercover?" Beat Boy asks, slowly rising to his feet and rubbing his aking arm. "Why didn't you tell us!?"

*Sigh* "I did tell you, clearly, you guys weren't paying attention to my presentation."

"No, I was paying attention." Raven added, "I just don't care."

"Then why did you agree to come!?" Robin stammers at a loss for words. "You could have stayed at the tower with Bumblebee and Speedy!"

"I wanted to see this horrible idea fall apart."

"Well, then I suppose you're having a ball."

"Excuse me," Starfire said softly with a raised hand. "How are we supposed to be the hidden when we look like the Titans?"

"Good question Star!" Robin then turned to Raven with a grin. "Raven?"

"What?"

"T- That's your cue to do your thing."

"My thing."

"Yes, I- You know what, nevermind! Clearly, you all want to see me suffer. Fine!" Robin throws his hands up in defeat. "You win! What do you guys want?"

"Check out the food court!"

"Whatever."

"Puppies!" *Gasp* "No, Kittens!"

*Sigh* Robin clenched his brow and groaned. "Sometimes I wish I had different teammates."

"Alright, alright," Raven said with an exaggerated roll of her eyes. "Seeing you give up so soon isn't fun."

"So what?" Robin asked. "You're giving me pity?"

"No. I'm giving you disguises." *Achem* "Azarath Metrion Zinthos!"

"You have all your fingers." The Joker hummed. "But my knife can slice and dice, and if you don't wake up right now, your finger will come off!"

"Mm..Uhh," Zatanna murmured.

"One more time! You have all your fingers! My kife can slice and-"

"Whuhhh" The magician's eyes finally began to flutter open. "Mmuh- Whaat?"

"Oh fucking finally! I was moments away from removing your thumb! Good thing you got up when you did, the blood would've been a bitch and a half to deal with."

Zatanna's consciousness was struggling to put together her situation and recall what happened; the fog from whatever **** she was on taking a good while to fade from her vision.

"But it's goodcha ain't fully awake. The less resistance the better." Joker clasped his hands, a devious grin forming on his face. "So what's the password to the Justice League's security center?"

"2696683197" Zatanna responded almost instantly, the words left her lips faster than her recovering brain could comprehend. "I- Whuh- What did I say?"

"Oh, nothing important," Joker said, turning around to lean against the cell wall, reaching in his coat pocket he pulled out a phone and tapped on it for a few seconds before raising it to his ear. "Hey Ms. Assasin, try two billion six hundred ninety-six million six hundred eighty-three thousand one hundred ninety-seven."

"Uh- Come again?" An accented voice spoke from the phone.

"Nah I'm just joking, it's kinda what I do, Heh- No, try 2696-"

As the Joker repeated the code, Zatanna's senses began to return, her eyes bolted wide with the speed of a bullet as the recent events flooded back into her memory. "Shit!" She cursed internally to herself. Trying to get up proved to be useless as she was chained tightly down to the cell's toilet. While her mystical prowess is beyond comprehension, her physical strength does leave a fair bit to be desired, especially in this weakened state. These chains will not be broken by struggling alone.

Her next approach was to form a miniature explosion, it's a simple conjuring charm that can be done by most beginner magicians. At worst, it can leave a large burn if misused, but it can definitely weaken the chain, or even break it entirely if she can manage to summon it inside of the metal. She began to maneuver her fingers in a familiar motion when a sudden pain shot through her hand causing her whole body to shudder. "A-Are my? Oh god, my hands are broken! SSHITT!" She shouted internally to herself. Of course, he'd remove her only source of magic, it wouldn't be a problem if she had access to her wand; a simple healing hex would remedy the situation right up. But she doesn't have her wand now does she? Shit.

Her ears perked upon hearing the Joker mumble a familiar number. "Where did you get that code from?"

"Oh," The the Joker said, slowly shifting away from the wall and turning to face the captured heroine. "You told me."

"N- No I didn-"

"It's just a **** Ivy concocted, makes people very, very suggestible." He said slowly, leering at her shocked expression. "But! As much as I'd love to chat with you, it seems as though I am no longer in need of your assistance." Joker sticks a hand into his coat pocket and pulls out a silver gun, he pauses and looks at it in adoration for a few moments before cocks it and maneuvers the barrel towards the magician. "It's nothing personal, but the fewer heroes to deal with the better." He says with a smile.

But right as he pulled the trigger a battering happened to collide with the gun in the knick of time, causing it to fly out of the Jokers grip and shoot a bullet against the metallic wall. Said bullet ricocheting and managing to rip a piece of fabric off of the Jokers pressed pants, nearly colliding with his knee in the process.

"Oh, Hohoho!" The Joker cackled and turned around slowly with both hands raised above his head. "I wish I could say I wasn't surprised, but as an honest man, I simply cannot!"

"Are we supposed to look different?" Robin asked, looking down at himself in search for a difference from regular green and red outfit. "It doesn't look like you did anything at all."

"It doesn't to us." Raven said blankly, "It's an illusion spell. We look the same, but everyone else will see us as regular teenagers."

"Hey what's if I turns into a dog? Will I still look like a person?" *Gasp* "Or will I become a dog-human hybrid!?"

"Ohh I would very much like to see what would happen!" Starfire said with glee, slowly rising off the ground. "Do turn into the dog!"

"No turning into a dog!" Robin practically shouted. "I just need you guys to focus." Reaching into his pocket, he fumbled with himself for a few moments before finding what he was searching for. "Ah-Ha!" Pulling out a crumpled up flyer, he unravels it and begins reading the print. "Okay, Okay, so it looks like at this time the group should be-"

"Who the fuck are you guys?" Says a slightly out of breath voice.

The four Titans all stiffen in unison and casually glance behind them to see a totally normal teenager who looks to be short-winded and gasping for air as if he's being hightailing it for much longer than usual.

"Whuh- Are you hovering?" The teen tilts his head in confusion upon seeing Starfire's slight ascension off the ground. Almost as quickly as he noticed it, she dropped back down to the floor. "Ohhh- Oh fucking shit- I'm so out of it, I'm fucking seeing things- I- I really need to go to the gym more often..."