Joker's next move

It only took a matter of hours for the police in Star City, Central City, National City, Metropolis, and Gotham to move on the sites that Batman's intel had a part of Joker's chaotic scheme. Even so, by the time they moved, Joker and his gang were gone. Little new evidence was left to be collected, and worse than that, booby traps had killed several police officers in each of the cities, and several more had been badly injured. Now, three days later, Oliver stood behind his large, gently curved desk with his back to it. He looked out of his window at the sprawling Star City skyline as he buried his hands in the pockets of his dark blue suit.

"Come on, you bastard, what's your next move?" he thought as he tried to place himself in Joker's mind. Every enemy he had ever faced had a clear motive, including Joker, chaos, mayhem, panic, ****, and destruction. Those were Joker's motives. Unlike everyone else, though, Joker followed no pattern. Oliver ran through everything that had happened leading up to Joker revealing himself, to all of Joker's attacks. Trying to figure out what Joker would do next was like looking at a chessboard without set rules as to how or when the pieces could move.

The faint ding of the private elevator leading up from the lobby of Queen Consolidated to the top floor caught his attention. Even without the super hearing he had gained from Zor El's treatment, he had trained himself to hear the elevator. "He's early," Oliver said to himself as he looked at his watch. Then he heard footsteps. Even dulled by the thick plush carpeting, they sounded like heels. Then he caught the scent of an unmistakable perfume. "Kara," he thought with a smile as he turned to face the large double doors to the office where his assistant worked.

The left double door slowly swung open, and Kara strode in with a smile on her face. "Hey, Ollie," she said as she let the door close softly behind her. His smile broadened as he looked at her. Her hair was pulled back into a low ponytail that was held in place by a yellow hair tie. She wore a sleeveless yellow knee-length dress with a black leather belt wrapped loosely around her slender waist and a lightweight black leather jacket. "I thought I'd come by a little early," she added as she gracefully walked across the room, then leaned against his desk.

"I'll take whatever excuse I can get to spend more time with you, Angel," he said as he moved around his desk and then gave her a quick, soft, but loving kiss on the lips.

"For the record, not the worst line I've ever gotten," she said with a smirk as they broke the kiss. But, before he pulled back very far, she grabbed his dark red silk tie and carefully pulled him back in for another kiss.

"Okay, now I'm curious. What was the worst line you ever got?"

"Ugh,' Kara half-groaned and half-laughed as she threw her head back. "Junior year in college, one of the few times I went out drinking, this extremely drunk frat guy, no offense," she began, causing Oliver to smirk at her and hold up his hands.

"None taken."

"Anyway, this guy bumbles his way up to the bar stool I'm sitting at and says, 'Hey beautiful, how about we go back to my place and play house, you can be the door, and I'll slam ya?'"

Oliver began laughing so hard that he doubled over and held himself up on his desk. "Oh, wow, I've heard, and am man enough to admit I've used, some pretty bad lines in my time, and that one's the worst. Please tell me you threw your drink in his face or something."

"Nah, didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Besides, when I rejected him, it was really entertaining to listen to his buddies pick on him the rest of the time I was there.

"I can only imagine," Oliver laughed, thinking back to his wilder days well before the events that had sent him on the path to becoming the Green Arrow. “So,” he began with a smirk, “if I used that line on you, would I get a glass of wine in the face?”

Kara tilted her head back and laughed in pure joy, a sound that was like music to Oliver’s ears, and stepped closer to him. “That depends.”

“On?”

“How hard of a spanking I’d get,” she said as she leaned close and let her voice drop to a husky purr that made his cock stir.”

He laughed as he slid his hands over her hips and pulled her into a loving kiss. “You might just get one now.”

“That would be a good look,” Kara said with a beaming smile. “I can just imagine it now. Bruce Wayne, Chairman of the Board of Wayne Enterprises, walks into the office of Oliver Queen, CEO of Queen Consolidated, to discuss a multi-million dollar collaborative project that would bring thousands of jobs to both Star City and Gotham. The first thing he sees is… You with your wife bent over your desk, with her dressed hiked up, her panties, your favorite pair by the way, and you standing behind her, spanking her bare ass. Whatever would he say?” she asked, putting a look of faux shock on her face.

“You’re topping from the bottom, again,” he whispered in her ear.

“And what do you plan to do about it?”

Before he could answer, the phone on his desk beeped loudly. "Mister Queen, Bruce Wayne has arrived," his assistant's voice said from the speaker.

Oliver sighed slightly as Kara gave him a mischievous grin and let out a quiet giggle."

"Thank you, Stacey. Please show Mr. Wayne in," Oliver replied after pressing a button on the phone.

Seconds later, one of the doors to Oliver’s office opened, and two men stepped in. The first was Bruce Wayne. He was tall and broad-shouldered. His black hair was combed back neatly, and his dark blue eyes quickly scanned the room. He was dressed in a black suit, a white button-down undershirt, and a red tie.

The second man was African American and nearly as tall as Bruce, but with a slender build. He had short dark hair that was turning grey at his temples. He was dressed in a dark grey suit, a white button-down undershirt, and a black tie. Neither looked surprised to see Kara there, and both smiled warmly at them.

“Mr. Wayne, thank you for agreeing to meet with me,” Oliver said with a smile as he stuck out his hand. “This is my wife, Kara, the editor in chief of Catco. I hope you don’t mind a media presence.”

“Of course not, but please call me ‘Bruce,’” Bruce said in a deep, warm tone that almost took Kara by surprise as the two men shook hands. She remembered, however, that Kal had once described Bruce Wayne, not as the mask, or even the public performance of Batman, but rather the public face of Batman working to make Gotham a better place by funding community betterment and rejuvination projects, free clinics, sponsoring food drives, building high-quality low-income housing, and even providing employment opportunities to common criminals that an encounter with Batman scared straight. “It’s always a pleasure to meet such a lovely lady,” he said as he shook Kara’s hand.

“Ever the charmer, your reputation precedes you, Bruce,” she replied with a genuine smile as she silently wondered if Kal was right about Bruce, or if Bruce Wayne was Batman’s mask.

“If you would please allow me to introduce Lucious Fox, the CEO of Wayne Enterprises and the head of Wayne Enterprises’ Applied Science Division.”

“Mr. Fox,” Oliver said, offering his hand. “I’ve heard wonderful things.”

“Oh, it’s just ‘Lucious’ please, Mr. Queen,” Lucious said as he and Oliver shook hands.

“Let’s just keep it, Oliver,” Oliver replied with a genuine smile.

“Lucious,” Kara said as they shook hands.

“Nice to meet you, is it Mrs Queen, or Kara?”

“Kara, please. Do you mind if I ask one quick question not related to the meeting?”

“No, no, go right ahead.”

“I’ve heard that both your daughter and your son work at Wayne Enterprises. Is that true?”

“Yes,” Lucious said with a proud smile. “I started as a Junior Executive when Bruce’s father, Doctor Thomas Wayne, was the board chairman, and I’ve known Bruce since he was a kid. He’s known Tiffany and Luke pretty much their entire lives, and now he’s the board chairman.”

“That’s an incredible full circle moment,” Oliver said with a slight laugh.

“Wayne Enterprises might be one of the largest, most successful international companies, but at its core, it’s still very much a family company,” Bruce said with genuine pride in his voice.

For the next two hours, Bruce, Oliver, and Lucious discussed the joint venture between the two companies aimed at revitalizing the hardest economically hit areas of both Gotham City and Star City, with Kara taking notes and asking questions when needed. Local contractors would be hired to do all construction work, with incentives for every local person they hired. Both companies would work to form local planning commissions to design parks and other green spaces, as well as murals that would be done by local artists, showcasing the neighborhood, and both companies set up funds to provide start-up capital to encourage new businesses and grants for existing businesses to make needed or desired improvements.

“Shall we move on to the other purpose of the meeting?” Oliver asked as they finished the public business. He then flipped a switch under his desk, causing heavy steel plates to lower from the ceiling, blocking the windows. “I assure you, this office is quite secure.”

“Yes,” Bruce replied, his voice going just a bit deeper.

“You know Joker best, Bruce, what’s his next move?” Kara asked.

“Whatever is going to cause the most havoc and chaos,” Bruce replied.

“There’s a parade scheduled next week to celebrate the grand opening of the new Star City Municipal Stadium, and the opening day game between the Star City Stars and Central City Diamonds,” Lucious explained as he dug a detailed map of the parade route as well as the stadium layout from his briefcase.

“The perfect target for Joker,” Oliver said as he rubbed his chin in thought.

“Right, he already tried to attack a hockey game a month or so ago,” Kara agreed.

“If he’s going to make a move publicly, that will likely be it. I’m already monitoring the preparations as well as supplies coming into the city in case he does something chemically with the food supplied or other grocery supplies,” Bruce said as he leaned back in his chair. “I’ll have Orical forward the case details on past attacks he’s done using such tactics, as well as the formula to counteract his Smilex Gas.”

“Thank you,” Oliver and Kara said together.

“Can we count on you being present for the parade and game?” Kara asked.

“No, I’ll be monitoring a potential target in Gotham with Nightwing, one of my proteges and a former Robin. I’ll have the current Robin come to Star City. He’s a gifted detective and tactician. He’s nearly as familiar with Joker as I am; you can count on him.”

“We appreciate any help you can give,” Oliver said with a nod.

The meeting broke up, with Bruce and Lucious taking their leave, but Oliver leaving the plates down. Once the other two men had left, Kara looked at Oliver with a raised eyebrow. “Are you going to raise the plates?”

Oliver turned to her with a smirk and a familiar glint in his eyes. “I know you have your collar in your purse, put it on,” he said, his voice turning both commanding and husky.

“Yes, Master,” she said, her own tone becoming husky with need. She took the collar out of the hidden pocket on the inside of her small, fashionable purse and placed it around her neck. As soon as she did, Oliver activated his watch, cancelling out both of their powers. “Thank Rao, this office is soundproofed,” she thought as Oliver stood and shoved his chair back.

“Bend over,” he said as he pointed at his desk directly in front of him. Wordlessly, Kara moved behind Oliver’s desk and stood next to him before bending over the desk and gripping the far edge that faced the door leading out of Oliver’s office. “Just remember, Kara, you asked for this,” he said as he grabbed her hair and used it to make her turn her head slightly so she was looking at him.

“Yes, Master,” she said in an eager purr.

“Safe word?”

“Kryptonite, Master,” she replied as she felt the lower hem of her dress slowly sliding up the backs of her thighs before Oliver lifted it, then flipped it up onto her lower back. He took a long moment to admire the view of her ass in what was indeed his favorite pair of her panties, a tiny black lace thong with small pink silk ribbons at her hips. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband and pulled them down until they slid down her legs, and pooled at her feet. She let out a contented sigh as she felt the warm air in the room between her legs, already damp with desire.

“Count them,’ Oliver said as he stood and pressed down on her lower back with his left hand to keep her steady.

“Yes, Master,” she replied just before his right hand came down on her left ass cheek with a loud smack, and made her tense slightly as she felt the delicious sting of Oliver’s hand on her toned ass. “One, Master,” she obediently said, and awaited the second swat of Oliver’s callused hand.“Two, Master,” Kara gasped as Oliver’s hand came down on her right cheek with even more ****. The sting radiated across her skin, sending ripples of pleasure through her body.

His hand came down again, harder this time. “Three, Master,” she moaned, feeling her wetness grow between her thighs.

Oliver continued his methodical spanking, alternating between cheeks, occasionally pausing to rub the reddening flesh beneath his palm. Kara counted each strike, her voice growing increasingly breathless as they progressed. By the time she reached “Ten, Master,” her ass glowed a deep pink, and her thighs trembled.

“Good girl,” Oliver murmured, his voice thick with desire. He ran his hand over her heated skin, appreciating the way she shivered at his touch. “You’re so wet for me already.”

Kara nodded, unable to form words as his fingers traced the curve where her ass met her thigh, then dipped lower to explore her slick folds. She bit her lip to stifle a moan when his finger circled her entrance, teasing but not entering. “What do you want?” he asked, leaning over her back to whisper in her ear in the low, commanding tone that Kara craved to obey.

“You, Master,” she breathed. “Please.”

The sound of his zipper sliding down sent a fresh wave of arousal through her. Oliver positioned himself behind her, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. He gripped her hips firmly, holding her in place.

“Remember,” he said, voice strained with restraint, “you have to be quiet.”

Kara nodded desperately, gripping the edge of the desk harder. She felt the wood creak beneath her fingers despite the power-dampening effects of her collar.

When he finally pushed inside her with one smooth thrust, she buried her face against the desk to muffle her cry of pleasure. Oliver set a punishing pace, driving into her with controlled ****, each thrust pushing her further across the polished surface.

“This is what happens,” he grunted, punctuating each word with a thrust, “when you tease me before important meetings.”

Kara could only whimper in response, overwhelmed by the delicious friction. Her entire body tensed as she felt her orgasm approaching. Oliver seemed to sense it too, as his movements became more urgent, more demanding.

“Come for me,” he commanded, reaching around to stroke her clit.

The dual stimulation pushed her over the edge. Kara’s climax crashed through her body in powerful waves. Oliver covered her mouth with his free hand as she cried out, muffling the sound as he continued to thrust through her orgasm. Moments later, he stiffened behind her, burying himself deep as he found his own release.

For several long moments, they remained frozen in place, both catching their breath. Oliver’s weight pressed her comfortably into the desk as he planted soft kisses along her shoulder blades through the thin fabric of her dress.