Mundane Monday

It was almost dawn; Detective Bullock should have left an hour or two ago. Yet he sat at the desk typing and then deleting everything he just typed.

“What seems to be the mater Detective?” one of the sergeants walked up to the detective.

“I have no idea how to write up this report,” Bullock said.

“Well, what happened?” the sergeant asked pulling up a chair.

“Apparently Batwoman took Catwoman on a date at the Penguin’s club for drinks and dancing and it turned into a ballroom blitz,” Bullock put his face in his hands.

“What?” the sergeant asked, “What do you mean ‘ballroom blitz’? What happened?

“It turned into an all-out brawl, everyone lost their minds, their cool and just started swinging like it was a bar fight scene in an old western movie,” Bullock said.

“Ahh… wow,” the sergeant said as the mental pictures filled his head.

“I have tried to write this report five times already,” Bullock put his hands over his face for a second, “But each time it comes out as nonsense.”

“What do you mean?” the sergeant asked.

Bullock handed him a printed page of a different draft. The sergeant read it over.

“Yeah… this is really hard to follow… It sounds like you were in a riot!” the sergeant said.

“That’s because I was,” Bullock said, “Took a bar counter top to the back at some point as well as steel shaker to the noggin.”

“Alright,” the sergeant pulled over a chair and grabbed the keyboard, “What do you remember?”

*

Doctor Katherine McMichaels hit the lights as she walked into the office. She hit the code on the alarm and looked around. Chase was going to deal with court things for a while before she came in. At least she would have some time to herself before the clients showed up. Katherine made her way to the break room and put her bags on a counter of the kitchenette as she took off her coat, scarf, mittens, and earmuffs. She rolled her eyes and silently called the weather forecaster that said it would warm up for spring soon a liar. Hanging them up, Katherine turned to the full body mirror and looked herself over. Katherine sighed as she looked herself over and smoothed out the beige wool blazer, adjusted the white turtleneck, straightened the beige wool knee length pencil skirt, and admired the knee-high brown winter boots. In her minds eye, Katherine saw her reflection changed, her outfit went from beige to black; Black leather blazer, black leather turtleneck, black leather pencil knee skirt, black pantyhose, black leather knee boots. A corporate mistress, with strict makeup and rimless glasses. Katherine shook her head and turned from the mirror. Such dreams were not productive, work was, and work earned her the pay check needed to order that outfit from the fetish shop she had recently discovered…

*

One of the ‘blessings in disguise’ to being classified as legally insane, was that no one seemed at all bothered by Harley losing interest in the video conference call about her case as the lawyers went back and forth about her using all sorts of legal mumbo-jumbo. Rather than trying to follow each any of the faces brought up and discussing the litany of crimes she had done, Harley distracted herself by trying to imagine what each of them would be like as her lover. The Judge was a no go. The State Prosecutor Attorney was also a no go, but his assistants seemed like they could get freaky, not lookers, but they might get freaky. Her defense team was right on the “Hell no” list. Some of the Bailiffs seemed like they could give her a good hard fucking, not as hard as Batman, but still, they already had handcuffs. That left Doctors Chase Meridian sitting in her office speaking to the judge and Doctor Astrid Arkham sitting in the room with her. Both were blonde Bombshells, and Harley had had plenty of fantasies about them treating her like a naughty slut and punishing her while having kinky, steamy, hot sex. The thought of getting railed by the pair with their strapons while wearing a rubber straight jacket started to dance in Harley’s head and teased her neglected pussy. She looked over at Doctor Astrid Arkham as she watched her watching the web camera. Harley wondered what the Amazon of the Arkham family was thinking for a moment before turning back to the screen.

“Is there a problem Doctor Quinzel?” the Judge asked.

“I am trying to follow the legal speak your honor,” Harley confessed, “But many of these motions are over my head so, clearly, I will need to speak with my lawyers at a later time.”

“In short Doctor Quinzel, you are still in a lot of trouble,” the Judge glared at the camera, “Any other motions at this time?”

“Your honor, pursuant to Rule Seven,” the cute chick from the states attorney’s office started.

Harley frowned. She supposed this was the justice she deserved; to be tortured for all of the harm and suffering she had unleashed on others. Somehow, she thought there would be more whips somehow.

*

Chase watched the timer count down to zero. As soon as John Junior and Erica had come in, Chase had them seated and put them into trances. She then gave them recordings of mantras to listen to on loop and they had done so for the last fifteen minutes. Erica had been instructed that she was a dominant bisexual fetish goddess that wanted to make John Junior her obedient **** gimp for her to share with her mistress Doctor Chase and John Junior was being convinced that he wanted nothing more than to be the sex **** of his step mother and Doctor Chase and to be their fetish fuck toy. It was clear that her previous week’s instructions had taken hold. John Junior had a boner spring up when he saw Chase in her stern professional suit and Erica was wearing a fitted leather pants suit with heel and a turtleneck and Chase could tell Erica was happy to see her when she sternly called their names.

“Now lets start off with a little talk with their sub consciences first,” Chase said getting up going around to remove the earbuds and put the voice recorders into the pocket of her jacket pocket.

“Now Erica, have you been following the instructions I gave your subconscious?” Chase said sitting on her desk.

“Yes Doctor, I have been paying attention to how sexy women are, how much sexier they become in leather and latex,” Erica stated, “I have had a few sexual dreams about you, doctor.”

“Good,” Chase said, “And the other half?”

“I looked up various local leather clothing and fetish shops as well as online,” Erica said, “On Thursday I went out to a leather shop as well as a local latex fetish shop to get some off the rack items.”

“Good,” Chase smiled, “Have you masturbated or watched porn?”

“Yes Doctor, I have watched lesbian, pegging, fetish and femdom porn,” Erica said, “On Wednesday, I masturbated while wearing rubber cleaning gloves and have only fingered myself while wearing leather or rubber gloves.”

“Good, now John Junior…” Chase turned to the young man, “Have you been following my instructions?”

“Yes Doctor,” John said, “I have been masturbating to sexual fantasies of you doctor and my stepmother, I have been watching MILF porn.”

“Good,” Chase said, “And Anything else?”

“I got a massive hardon when I saw my stepmother wearing leather leggings on Friday and all weekend, I have been looking up leather and latex MILF porn and started into MILF Femdom porn,” John Junior confessed, his entranced state betraying no emotion.

“Good,” Chase smiled, “How does that make you feel?”

“I feel like I want to be dominated by Doctor Chase and my Stepmother while they wear leather and latex,” John Junior intoned.

“Good,” Chase smiled getting up from the desk, “When I snap my fingers, you will both come out of your trances thinking that we discussed your week, but unable to lie to me.”

Chase sat back at her desk and put on her game face before snapping her fingers.

“Now then, since we covered last week, what do you two think your path forwards are?” Chase asked.

“I don’t know Doctor,” Erica said, “I want to keep John Junior as a part of my family, but if he keeps acting up, I may have to resort to punishing him.”

“Do you think that is fair John?” Chase asked, “Do you think your actions warrant punishment?”

“Yes Doctor, in fact I feel I need a spanking,” John Junior said.

Both Chase and Erica looked at John Junior. John Junior started to blush as both women looked at him. Chase managed to keep her pokerface. She was surprised at how quickly and how automatically John had internalized the Mantras she just had him listen to.

“Is this as a punitive measure or does it incorporate sexual aspects as well?” Chase asked as clinical and professional as she could.

“As a Sexual activity,” John confessed.

“Erica, how do you feel about this?” Chase asked.

“I must admit, I am excited by this…” Erica blushed.

“John would you be embarrassed by dropping your pants in front of me?” Chase asked.

“Yes, but it would also excite me Doctor,” John confessed.

“Well for now I recommend that we hold off on any explicit activity,” Chase smiled knowing the additional commands she would add before she ended the season, “Have you been having sexual fantasies about your step mother?”

“Yes Doctor,” John confessed.

“And Erica have you been having romantic feelings towards John?” Chase asked.

“Yes Doctor,” Erica confessed.

“Hmm…” Chase looked up and smiled, “I think we have found the problem with your relationship as it was…”

Both Erica and John blushed at each other.

*

Chase was feeling rather smug until she saw the stack of papers from the court house that she had printed out. She had been placing mental bets about as to how Erica and John Junior Gray would react to the post hypnotic suggestion she had implanted right before sending them off for the day. And she wondered what how they would react to meeting her at the fetish club on Friday night like she planned. She looked over the stack of papers and went to get a second opinion. Thankfully, Katherine was in the break room heating up a cup of tea.

“Mind looking at something?” Chase asked.

“What is wrong?” Katherine put her mug down.

Chase handed over the stack of papers.

“I printed on both sided to save paper, but it seems like at least four pages are missing…” Chase said.

Katherine flipped from page to page looking at both sides.

“No, it is all here, it is a weird formatting,” she said as she pointed at a line, “See this is the charge for that **** case, and under it is the Connecticut statue charge enhancement for **** with a firearm and this ‘eighteen United States Code’ is the federal firearm charges…”

“Ah, that is what I was missing,” Chase said.

“People must have been complaining about all of the paper used for Doctor Quinzel’s record in each printout for the proceedings paperwork,” Katherine mused, “Chase, while you are here… Did you have anything planned for this evening?”

“No,” Chase said.

Katherine was being a bit more timid than she normally was around her long time practice partner.

“Would you like to go out for dinner after work?” Katherine asked, “I know we have both been under a lot of stress lately and I think it might do us good to get out and talk over dinner and decompress as it were.”

“Sure, I didn’t have anything on my schedule,” Chase said, “Let’s make it a date.”

*

Clark stopped at the entrance to the door to the side office he shared with Lois. Lois was holding up a pair of leather pants.

“So did you get pegged Jimmy?” Lois asked the younger Jimmy Olsen in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Yes, Mistress Lois,” Jimmy said with his face as red as his hair.

“Jimmy?” Clark asked.

“It’s ok Mister Kent,” Jimmy smiled, “I enjoyed every moment of it. Mistress Karen is… a goddess.”

Lois turned and kissed Clark on the cheek.

“Karen really rocked his world this weekend,” Lois informed Clark, “Left his in complete subspace, I have had him in here helping me all day so Cat doesn’t sink her claws into him. How did it go trying to get on the Lexcorp political angle?”

“Good, I think I have the answers, but I need another source before I can take it to print,” Clark said.

“You hit all your normal rat lines already?” Lois asked as she flipped the pants around to look at the back.

“And then some, a lot of the guys who were willing to talk before because they were unhappy with Graves going from bodyguard to CEO were strangely silent even when I prodded them,” Clark hung up his winter coat.

“Here, go try these on Smallvile,” Lois said handing Clark a pair of leather pants.

Clark looked at the pants and then at Lois with an arched eyebrow.

“Yes dear,” Clark responded.

*

“…So you have to find that prostate if you want to make him erupt,” Selina said from the room beyond the open doorway, “That’s it Cassie, get that right there… How you feel Timmy?”

There was a muffled noise that sounded like Tim agreeing to something while gagged.

“Keep sucking that clit,” Katherine called, “Just like I showed you Tim!”

Bruce arched an eyebrow as he stepped into the doorway of the spare study. Tim was on his back in a black rubber suit in between Stephanie and Cassie. The college aged girls in black rubber corsets, stockings, opera gloves, garter belts and leather heeled boots. On a couch next to the door was Katherine Kane, Bruce’s cousin and Selina Kyle. Both were clad in leather and latex lingerie and high heeled boots. Both had a glass of Champaign in their hands.

“Oh, Bruce!” Selina called with delight and handed Katherine the Champaign flute to Katherine and got up, “Sorry, but I need a hit of my ‘catnip’!”

Bruce looked Selina over as she made her way towards him. Purple Latex thigh highs, purple latex Garter Belt, purple latex thong, black leather corset, black latex opera gloves, a purple latex bra and black leather thigh boots.

“What is going on?” Bruce asked.

“Advanced sex ed,” Selina said before kissing Bruce with her all her passion, “Now take me to bed before I start nicking jewelry.”

*

“Thank you, Mister Kent,” Jimmy said as he opened the door to his apartment.

“It’s no problem, Jimmy, just wanted to make sure you got home safe,” Clark smiled, “Get a nice cold shower to clear your head, ok?”

“Yes Mister Kent,” Jimmy responded automatically, “Mister Kent, your cousin… she is so powerful, so strong, yet so loving and so tender…”

“Yes she is Jimmy,” Clark smiled, “Give her a call later.”

“Yes Mister Kent,” Jimmy went into the apartment as instructed.

Clark took out his phone and hit the speed dial number as he made his way to the elevator.

“Karen… Yes, it’s me. Look, did you use anything sort of Kryptonian tech on Jimmy this weekend? He is really out of it… Lois called it subspace… Well, I told him to take a cold shower and call you later,” Clark said, “We can’t have him dazed like that at the office. You what? How? Oh… well try to get him out of it, please. He is calling me Mister Kent,” Clark said into the phone with his cousin, “Alright, I have to let you go, I am getting into the elevator.”

Clark hung up with one hand while tapping the call button for the elevator with the other. The door opened as an old black man and his elder Vietnamese wife stepped out. Clark had heard them talking before the elevator door opened, he didn’t say anything but smiled and stepped out of the way and held the elevator door open for them. Clark stepped into the elevator and hit the down button. When the elevator door opened to the lobby, Clark briskly walked out and pulled out his phone and hit the number on the contact list.

“Ollie, yes it’s me,” Clark said as he went through the revolving doors of the lobby, “Look, has anything strange been going on? Captain Cold? Well it is odd for him to be operating outside of Central City. No, I was wondering if you noticed anything odd about Dinah, Diana or Kara… No? Ok, thanks for the heads up on Captain Cold. I will see you later this week.”

Clark hung up the phone and flagged a taxi as snow started to fall.

*

Dinah hit the disconnect button on the cellphone and smiled at Ollie. He looked so cute naked, save for his mask, and tied spread eagle to the bed frame.

“It is rather strange to see Captain Cold outside of Central City,” Shado noted as she fondled Dinah’s exposed tits.

“He wanted to know if anything weird was going on, so I told him Mistresses,” Ollie said.

“Good Boy, now it is time to get back to eating my ass,” Dinah said as she put the phone down and moved to plant her butt on Ollie’s face.

Shado and Dinah kissed again before Shado went back to sucking Ollie’s cock.

*

Doctors Katherine McMichaels and Chase Meridian were seated in a corner booth away from the bar of the bar and grill.

“Whiskey Peach Fiz please,” Katherine ordered, “The salmon steak with the house salad.”

“French Seventy-Five and a Chef’s Ceasor Salad,” Chase ordered.

“Right away ladies,” the man didn’t even bother with the menus.

“Sorry, but I just want something to start off and relax,” Katherine said, “I know, just one.”

“And I am the one that had to deal with the court proceedings for Quinzel today,” Chase smiled.

“I had to deal with the Strange file again,” Katherine said.

“Better make that whiskey Peach a double,” Chase said.

“I need a vacation,” Katherine admitted.

“Like right now or some point in the future,” Chase asked.

“Not right now, just, I know I need to take a break and step back, but with the Asylum being short staffed and our private clients…” Katherine said.

“Tell me about it,” Chase said.

“Oh, you ever just want to tie up the patient and flog them while telling them how they made their own lives horrible so they stop blaming everything else?” Katherine asked.

“Every time I deal with Nigma,” Chase reached for a glass of water.

“I have Tetch and Crane,” Katherine rolled her eyes.

“Oof,” Chase said, “You know, at times I feel bad for Quinzel… she ignored her own warning signs as she got in too deep.”

“Yeah, and the older Arkhams,” Katherine said, “Can I ask a personal question? When was the last time that you had sex?”

“Well, I had that very nice date last week,” Chase said unsure if her partner was trying to pry for details.

“Yes, the last time I got any, was that conference in Miami, with the Cuban Pediatrician,” Katherine confided.

“That was over a year ago,” Chase raised an eyebrow.

“Tell me about it, it wasn’t even that good, he was passed out in under five minutes once we reached his room,” Katherine confided.

“Have you tried getting out and going on dates?” Chase asked.

“I have, and none have worked out…” Katherine said.

“Doctor, I refuse to believe unfamiliar with the concept of attraction,” Chase added.

“It isn’t a lack of…” Katherine stopped, “Wait, did you just quote a movie to me?”

“Yeah, Jeff Goldblum’s character from Jurassic Park,” Chase smiled, “Listen, I will do what can, but we are going to have to get out and may need an update to your wardrobe.”

“I have been thinking about that too,” Katherine said.

*

Batman crouched on the ledge of the building overlooking the street corner below. He didn’t react as he heard the figure land behind him. He didn’t move as they moved towards him. He put his hand to stop them and then signaled for them to crouch as well before they could shout ‘Boo’.

“I know you call yourself Spoiler, but lets just whisper for now,” Batman hissed.

“Look, if you are upset about what happened earlier, it was all completely consensual,” Spoiler said still too loud for Batman’s taste.

His harsh glare caused her to cover her mouth.

“No, this why I am upset,” Batman hissed like a viper, “Now with whispers, tell me what you see down there.”

Spoiler looked at the group of women gathered around a street lamp.

“Let’s see, ten hookers by the lamp, three more hiding in the alleyway up the street… no four in the alleyway. Aren’t those Scar Faced Stan’s girls?” Spoiler asked.

“They were,” Batman whispered, “About four months ago, Stan ‘retired’ and it is unknown who is running the prostitution ring now.”

“I didn’t think pimps with ties to the mob retired,” Spoiler said a little too loud.

Batman’s glare was withering and she put her hands over her mouth.

“He was last seen getting on a fishing boat and going into Long Island Sound with two of Black Mask’s men, then two weeks later, his accounts were liquidated and emptied via bank app and ATMs between Miami and Key West.”

“Ah,” Spoiler whispered, “So, air quotes, retired then.”

“Correct,” Batman said, “And I would be hypocritical if I got after you, Robin, or Black Bat over your more interesting games while at home… but I will hold you to standards while out here, got it?”

“Yes sir,” Spoiler whispered.

“What else do you see?” Batman asked.

“I don’t see any goons watching them,” Spoiler looked up and down the road.

“Exactly… I don’t see any minders or enforcers either… and that is not normal in this city,” Batman intoned.

“Thing they are watching themselves? That red-head looks like she might be packing,” Spoiler said.

“He is, just not a firearm,” Batman said.

“Oh…”