Monday sexcapades

The community College was still closed, it seemed that a few of the staff members had been in the diner on Friday Morning when the Scare Crow Gas Attack happened. But Jason still had to go to classes and Alfred had driven him and Bruce out to Gotham City proper. Dick was sitting across from Kara as the pair drank their coffee and split the papers between themselves. Dick’s phone beeped. Kara ignored it as she read about the stock market’s reaction to the terror attack. The phone beeped again and again.

“Someone is rather popular…” Kara noted.

“Babs and Kori are both messaging me,” Dick said.

“What do the pretty ladies want?” Kara smiled.

“They want me to send them pictures of me wearing the rubber hotpants,” Dick sighed.

“Maybe you should remember how this feels when you ask them for pictures,” Kara said, “Ladies often get bugged for sexy photos…”

“I don’t aske them for pictures, I ask them if they can come out,” Dick said, “They send me pictures on their own.”

Kara turned the page and started reading about the market’s reaction to the president’s speech before the election.

“Jason talk to you at all about his fights with Helen and Karen?” Dick asked.

“No, he has been rather tight lipped on the subject, not even bitching in the shower,” Kara noted.

“I tried settling his ruffled feathers,” Dick said, “As good as the training Bruce gives us, Jason is still a mere mortal…”

Kara lowered the paper slightly and looked at her foster brother.

“You are Kryptonian and I am a sex god,” Dick said why pretending to be modest.

“Sure,” Kara said, “He probably resents me right now, at least on the subconscious level since I am Kryptonian.”

“A bit,” Dick said.

Dick’s phone pinged again.

“They are really insistent,” Kara said, “Do you need help getting dressed?”

“Do you know something?” Dick asked.

Kara picked up her phone and smiled.

“Someone is trying to get us to unlock the Justice League teleportation relay,” Kara read, “It’s Kori’s ID.”

“Put on the rubber shorts or I will not come,” Dick read the message on the phone.

“Get going ‘sex god,’ you have a lady wanting to come over,” Kara looked at Dick with a wry smile.

“Mind if I borrow some of your lube?” Dick asked as he got up.

“Go for it stud,” Kara laughed.

Dick got up and walked off. Kara approved the link up for Kori to come over to visit. She noticed the sound of a motorcycle pulling up to the back door. Kara got up and walked to the door to the outside. It was Barbara in her riding leathers.

“Stud muffin getting changed?” Barbara asked.

“Yeah, Kori convinced him with her ‘no rubber, no visit’ ultimatum,” Kara smiled.

“Sweet,” Barbara smiled and pulled down the zipper of her leather biker jacket, “This will be a great day off.”

Kara smiled looking at Barbara’s black rubber corseted torso. Kara reached over and put her hand on Barbara’s belly.

“What else are you wearing?” Kara asked.

“Thigh highs and a garter belt,” Barbara said, “I got boots, and gloves in the bag, while he is welcoming Kori down stairs I will sneak up and pull off my cotton panties and be ready for the two of them.”

“Kori know about this?” Kara asked.

“It was her idea,” Barbara smiled, “Seems Princess Starfire wanted to be dominated by Mistress Barbara again.”

“Well go on and crack that whip,” Kara snickered.

Barbara gave Kara a quick kiss on the lips before waltzing in the and thru the kitchen.

*

Bruce looked out the window thinking of the exchange, it had been quick. Bruce saw the man waiting for the elevator reading the report when he walked over to the express elevator to the top floors. The door to a regular elevator had opened and closed and then another while the man read over notes. Bruce leaned over.

“Facinating read?”

“Yes, yes it is…” the scrawny man said before looking over.

The reaction of the man almost made Bruce laugh. The man quickly gathered his own composure and smiled back at Bruce.

“So what is so fascinating?” Bruce asked.

“Results of the Neural data processing simulations I asked the Electronics depart to run for a processor for the control system for Valley’s cybernetic prosthetics,” the man smiled.

“Sounds great,” Bruce said with a hint of confusion to keep his fop image, “What was your name again?”

“Tetch, Jervis Tetch,” The man offered a hand, “Most people call me Jerry.”

“I look forward to updates on how the project does,” Bruce’s memory repeated as the door to the executive elevator opened.

The knock at the door brought him back instantly to the moment.

“Yes?” Bruce asked without looking away from the window.

“Mister Wayne, your eleven o’clock appointment is here,” the secretary said from the door way.

“Send them in,” Bruce said without moving.

Bruce closed his eyes for a long second and took deep breaths before turning around. The woman standing in the doorway could be described as mousey, but as it was, given her tendancies to wear mottled grey, the company she kept and her mysterious nature, in Gotham her nick name was Lynx… Others called her Maven McDonald-Lee.

“Where is Selina?” Bruce asked as he looked the woman up and down.

She was wearing one of her trademark grey skirt suits, grey cheetah print rubber turtleneck with matching grey silk skirt and blazer with her favorite gray rubber sneakers and grey coke bottle glasses.

“What are you doing here by yourself?” Bruce asked not seeing Selina next to her personal assistant.

The young woman looked like she wanted to laugh and covered her face…

“Ok,” Bruce said with a smile.

He reached behind himself with his right arm and grabbed the butt and pulled the body against his back.

“Meow,” Selina giggled as she leaned over Bruce’s shoulder to kiss him, “You like petting my tail?”

“Does miss kitty like me petting her tail?” Bruce asked back.

“Of course,” Selina purred, “But that isn’t why I am here…”

Selina slipped from his grasp and strutted around Bruce. He took in her long ivory silk dress with leopard print, heels and oddly shiny smoke colored hose.

“Aren’t you in a good mood,” Bruce arched an eyebrow, “Strutting around… which bird did you eat?”

“Mrs Sionis,” Selina smiled, “Oh don’t give me that face, I didn’t eat here like that… She signed a rather check for the city animal shelter system and agreed to do a cruelty free public awareness campaign. Of course, that didn’t take much arm twisting since Janus has been cruelty free for years.”

“Sounds like a tasty little song bird,” Bruce noted, “You two seem less flamboyant than I would have expected. Charles has complained for a long time about how his wife has to keep up with Kara and Selina’s shinier and shinier fashion statements.”

“We toned it down due to her son being there,” Maven said with a hint of disgust.

“If you had asked me to place a bet last week on who would be Gotham’s next masked criminal killer,” Selina rolled her eyes, “I would have put my money on Roman.”

“So what are you two after now?” Bruce asked.

“What else?” Selina answered, “Lunch.”

“Did I hear the magic word?” Fox asked as he walked in looking at a series of papers, “Oh, hello Miss Kyle, Miss McDonald.”

“Mister Fox,” Maven smiled.

“Hi Lucius,” Selina purred.

“Hate to interrupt,” the CEO said, “But I need Bruce to sign a few papers before you steal him for the afternoon.”

*

“What do you need?” Bruce answered his phone as he entered the kitchen, “Type in P, R, hold the shift and hit the six button, let go of the shift and hit two. Take a deep breath. Did the timer start up again? Ok. Hold on a second how old was Captain Kirk when he dies?”

“A hundred and thirty-eight according to Generations,” Dick answered.

“One hundred and thirty-eight Barrett or Hudec,” Bruce said.

There was a long pause. Dick and Kara looked at each other.

“Well then try One Hundred and Thirty Eight Hudec Avenue,” Bruce said calmly.

Kara and Dick both looked at Bruce with arched eyebrows.

“Don’t mention it, please don’t mention it to anyone,” Bruce intoned.

Bruce hung up his phone.

“Do we want to know?” Dick asked.

“Someone provided a gang with a bomb that has a mathematical shutdown code,” Bruce said.

“Nigma is still in Arkham and his girls are waiting on trial,” Kara noted.

“Yes they are,” Bruce noted flatly.

The three basked in the silence of the long pause. It was clear that Bruce knew what Dick had been doing all day.

“Alfred is going to be insulted that Barbara and Kori didn’t stay for dinner,” Bruce noted coldly.

“They had be places so people don’t question where spent the day,” Dick said.

“Won’t he be insulted Selina didn’t come home with you for dinner?” Kara asked.

“She will be here with Holly and Maven,” Bruce smiled, “Coming in the front door at seven.”

*

Tuned out Dinner was casual, jeans and a Tee-shirt kind of, affair. Well it would have been if not for the fact that Kara, Selina, Maven and Holly had all bought their “Jeans” and “Tee-shirts” from the same custom latex house.

“Dude, stop staring,” Dick nudged Jason.

“I can’t look away, they are looking into my soul…” Jason retorted clearly hamming it up.

“Look by don’t touch,” Kara said between slurps of the Root-Beer float Alfred had made for dessert.

Maven’s tee-shirt had the image of a cartoon cat face on the chest, and to Jason’s enthrallment, the eyes were perfectly placed over Maven’s C Cups.

“Boys are so easy to hypnotize,” Holly chuckled as she enjoyed her desert.

Maven didn’t say anything but let a bit of icecream drop off her straw right onto her rack and made a show of wiping it off with a napkin.

“Dick please,” Bruce said while he continued to look at Selina.

Dick reached over and pushed Jason’s jaw back up to close his mouth.

“I’m so proud of her,” Selina purred.

“She is much bolder here than she seems in the board rooms,” Alfred noted.

Maven fixed her glasses and smiled.

“I find it better to stay in the background and let the wealthy people that Selina has meetings with to judge me with their preconceptions while I listen and observe them and deduce their weaknesses and exploit them,” Maven smiled, “Like how I have Mister Jason here utterly distracted.”

Maven kept rubbing the napkin around her areola. Selina rolled her eyes.

“Maven dear,” Selina said, “Stop teasing the cub, he is much too young.”

“Of course, Miss Selina,” Maven said respectfully.

*

It was clear that Bruce wasn’t taking any chances… Nightwing, Batgirl, Batwoman, Robin and Batman were all out looking for the last of the “Fear Gas” as it was being called in the news. They probably could walk on the moon in the sealed suits Bruce had them wearing.

“Ok I am back,” Barbara said, “Oracle is back on line.”

“What did Big Daddy Five want?” Dick asked.

“To make sure her princess wasn’t having phone sex with the dweeb?” Jason asked.

“Knock it off,” Batman’s tone was sharp and left no doubt that the conversation needed to end.

“Actually the little dweeb is right,” Barbara sighed, “Ok, looking up possible locations for an alternate lab. Transmitting what I have.”

“Maybe we are going about this wrong,” Kara mused, “Who would be able to use this?”

“Any idiot who can spray it in anyone’s face,” Jason said.

“No,” Dick said, “That is an end user, from start to finish it takes someone with knowledge what they are dealing with, how to get it made, intercepted, and repackaged into mace bottles for a twit to spray for you, and how to get a criminal twit to do the spraying for you…”

“The bottle recovered from the dinner was a modified version of a Ferris Aerospace Oxygen bottle from their F-35 subcontracting work,” Barbara chimed in, “Let me see who else uses that.”

“Arkham,” Batman intoned.

“What?” Jason asked over the radio.

“Yeah,” Kate responded, “Ferris did an overrun for the Air Force, but they beat the QC elimination spread so they had a bunch of medical grade O2 Bottles. They dumped them pretty much below cost to some big hospitals and Arkham bought a load of them.”

“What?” Jason asked.

“Companies make more than they are contracted for because they plan on so many being rejected for a verity of reasons,” Dick spoke up, “In this case they made more good bottles than the contract and had left overs.”

“Also why you can get cheep version of some products on some site online because they had a miss printed label or bad color dye job,” Kara noted.

“Well that doesn’t help Doctor Crane,” Kate noted dryly.

“Not on the surface,” Batman retorted.

“What are you thinking?” Dick asked.

“Well it would make sense,” Barbara noted, “Another doctor would be just as able to do everything as Crane would have been.”