Martha wayne

Martha was having the strangest and most wonderful time of her life. She and her husband were back from the dead, able to tell their son how proud of him they both were. Though they were also very strict with him as he needed a missus and had wanted too much time not getting one. As it was clear to both of them that he needed someone to come home to besides Alfred.

The other boys he had taken in were a wonderful found family, and Alfred had proven himself to be of far more worth than they could ever pay him. The pony still stood, though. As a man, he needed a comfortable and warm bed to come home to, not an empty chair in the Batcave. He was waging war but expected to not need anything to come back to.

They were making it their mission to make it clear to him he did need something. Though they were more than enough for the moment, it was so strange to see their brooding son trying to understand and accept the happiness that their being back brought him. In fact, the poor boy practically skipped as her loving husband, Thomas, took him to the orphanage.

For years her Thomas had been using magic tricks to entertain the kids. He was very good at sleight of hand and escape tricks. Her son had set out and learned the same tricks, and so for the first time ever, father and son were going to put on a magic show together for the kids. It was a beautiful moment between father and son. Which made it a perfect cover.

She loved her family; she truly did, but in the end her body wasn't hers. It belonged to another, and he wasn't her husband. She should have been outraged trying to break the connection that pulled her towards her master. She should have been finding any way to break the bond. She should be warning her son about it and the danger it represented for him.

She did none of it, for in the end she was brought back to serve. The fact she got time with her son was just a bonus but not the true objective of her new life. She made her way through the streets, going through territory she knew was safe for her. The gangsters nearby were bound to the master as she was. So they made no move to harm her, and she made no move against them.

Soon she found herself standing at the gate. She stood there in a trench coat. A bit of see-through fabric sticking out from under the trench coat. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves, then walked into the visitors' part of Arkham Asylum. She expected a fight to see who she had come for, as she had no official connection and would probably be denied visitation because of that.

Luckily for her, the other minions of her master at Arkham Asylum got her through, and so she waited in the visitors' cell. Time seemed to stretch before her as she waited for her master. Martha found herself getting increasingly nervous for the meeting, wondering with great fear if Master would reject her because she was not in the form he had given her.

Eventually, much to her pleasure and worry, her master stood before her, staring at her in surprise. Martha knew she needed to make herself clear on her loyalties. So the moment the red headed guard left the visitors' cell, she took off her trench and lay on the floor. Her master Condiment wizard stared at her in her see-through wedding lingerie, not saying a word for a few moments, causing Martha's heart to leap into her chest. She began thinking that perhaps she was not worthy of him after all.

"Master, please," Martha said quickly, kneeling before him, her head touching the ground and her ass high in the air. "I can be of service even if my worthless body does not tempt you; I can serve in other ways!" Martha shouted out her desperation and need to serve him clearly to any who heard her. The Condiment wizard looked at her for a moment, the look on his face unreadable.