New arrivals to the cave, new arrival in Gotham.

A ring of fire opened like an iris in front of Wayne Manor, stepping out and lighting a cigarette, John Constantine breathed out a plume of smoke and looked around. The portal behind him closing. Walking up to the ruins of the mansion, the man stepped on a panel of glass that easily cracked under the weight of his shoe. Whatever had happened to the Wayne household, there wasn’t even enough to call it a mansion at all. Even the foundation had collapsed revealing the cave underneath the property, the local bats still flying in and out of their original home and shelter.

“Looks like the Bat got his belfry knocked over…” Walking up the brittle remains of the steps up what used to be the front doors, only to look over the crater of the manor, John took another puff of his cigarette, kicking a rock down the hole. “Alright then, knocking the front door is out of the question… Lets see if your hauled up in some fox hole.” Leaving the property and reaching into his coat pocket, the demonologist pulled out a small crystal tied to a string, dangling it from his two fingers in one hand and hovering over the palm of his other hand, muttering an incantation. When the spell recited, a blue line formed at his feet and trailed off towards the city. “There you are.”

Looking up, it was difficult to see in the dark, but he could just barely make out the silhouette of a large black flyer go past, its engines a dull whisper despite its size as it made its way towards the mountains. Looking down, John noticed the glowing blue line change direction towards the forests leading to the cliffs. “Sigh… Should have brought my hiking shoes.” Keeping the gem dangled at his fingers, Constantine followed the trail towards the current whereabouts of Bruce Wayne.

*

The transport Batwing hovered briefly in front of the aerial entrance to the cave, its doors opening wide to let it enter and quickly close behind once the Batwing was inside. Landing the vessel and stepping out, Bruce was greeted by his pack. Like a pack of dogs waiting for their master to return home, one by one they had all gathered in front of the Dark Knight only to back away when he pulled on three ropes in his hand and three massive snakes slithered into view, their hands bound together. Pulling more tightly, the lead serpent hissed at Batman until he gave her a cold stare, giving her time to see where she was. The weresnake quickly retracted her temper.

“First Spiders and now snakes?” Smirked Karen, shaking her head as she passed through the others to see the new arrivals. “What’s next? Are you bringing in fish next?”

“Damn well better hope not!... I hate fish” Called out Harley in the background, cartwheeling through the other wolves to see the trio of snakes. “Ooooh… Pretty.” Wringing her clawed hands in front of her, the white furred wolfess admired the new arrivals, her attention on the mocha and blond scaled weresnakes that leaned away from the inquisitive werewolf. “Say, these two look familiar, something about that murderous look in their eyes.”

“Candy and Tracey, the Penguin’s secretaries.”

“He’s dead.” Answered Aloe Vera, gracefully stepping through the pack of wolves to meet her lover. “Even I can smell him off the one over here.” Moving up to stand next to Bruce, Pamela nuzzled against his face before turning her attention to the snakes in his possession. “So, what do they call you.”

“LAMIA!” Cried out Arachne, scurrying up to the crowd of lycanthropes with Oracle and Huntress close by, keeping many of their eyes on her. “You found her, the eater of children and most pitied by Zeus.”

Tugging on the leash at her claws, Batman pulled the leader of the weresnakes close. “Her name is Gina Phines, she was a test subject of Dr. Langstrum.” Looking over to Alooe Vera, the red wolfess nodded, knowing exactly what to do. Hissing back at the alpha female of the pack, the weresnake reared back when a clawed hand was placed on her head. Snapping her hand back, Aloe Vera frowned. “She’s just like the spider…”

“Yes! Like me! Punished by the gods, we were!” Scuttled Arachne towards the two, wrapping her arms around Lamia’s waist in a child-like hug. “All cast down by the gods, yes, yes.” A fierce hiss from the weresnake made Arachne back off, her talons snipping in anxiety. Turning her attention to Candy and Tracy, Aloe Vera extended her hands to their foreheads. Closing her eyes, she could feel the two natures combating each other in the two women, bringing the two spirits together, Aloe Vera stepped away when the two suddenly shook their heads, groaning before looking around.

“Bloody hell! The FUCK is going on?” Looking down at her scale covered arms and the sharp talons of her hands, Tracey looked like she was about to throw up. “Aww, bugger all!”

“TRACEY! Where are we?!” Looking around to find herself surrounded by massive wolves, Candy coiled herself close and nearly screamed, but when she looked down at her clawed hands and serpentine coils, she finally found the strength to do so.

“Yeah, welcome to the club, bitch.” Muttered Karen, her upper arms crossed while her lower arms rested their hands at her hips.

Karen, can you watch over the cave for a moment? I need a moment with Aloe Vera.”

“Yeah sure, I’ll keep an eye on the freak show, just remember I have to feed the kids soon.”

Walking with Aloe Vera away from the crowd of werewolves, Batman looked over his shoulder to almost smirk seeing Karen lay down the pecking over of the cave to the weresnakes. Pamela’s arm drapped over Bruce’s shoulder to pull him close, her head lowered to meet the pointed ear of his cowl. “My love, we need to talk. I lead a hunting party out into the city, the vampires are on the hunt, I was the only one to escape.”

Taken back by the information, Bruce pulled her close, despite their size difference he could feel her trembling. “For now, we’re safe here, they don’t know about this cave.” Sighing deeply, Pamela broke away only so she could fall to all fours, padding her way deeper into the cave where she led them both to her cubs. Smiling down at her five newborns, Pamela nuzzled them each before crouching to roll to her side and lounge to let them nurse from her six swollen breasts. During their feeding, Bruce had fallen to a knee and petting his sons and daughters in their wolfen state, already growing strong and healthy before they had their fill and curled up to sleep. Getting up to her full height, Aloe Vera stretched and turned away, holding herself. “It’s a shame you do not appreciate this form my love, it is so liberating.”

Suddenly feeling a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist, she was pleasantly surprised to find the black furred arms of Bruce’s wolfen form pulling her close towards him from behind. “I’ve had time to think about that…” Tilting her head up, she looked into the yellow eyes of the towering black wolf, her alpha, the two werewolves captured each other’s mouths in a passionate kiss. She could feel his growing erection throb and bump against her thigh, his claws roaming to feel up the curve of her broad hips and the heavy slopes of her many breasts. Lowering her hand to guide his throbbing cock, she aimed it towards her pussy and sunk down on him. Mated together and still standing in place, the two werewolves ground and bucked against each other, panting and growling from the effort and pleasure.

Eventually Bruce had gently guided Pamela to the cave wall, his hands at her wide hips for leverage while she gripped at the stone wall in front of her, raking her claws down the stone in pleasure. “I… huff… I stopped seeing this as a disease… Hnngh, so I won’t see us needing a cure.”

“Mmmmgh, yes my love, I told you that you would appreciate it.” Her eyes closed, Aloe Vera bit her lip, her heavy breasts swinging with each hard thrust into her.

“You are my MATE!”

“Yes Bruce! I am your mate, I will always be by your side, hunt by your side… Bear more cubs by your side.”

With a low growl, Bruce instinctively bit down on Pamela’s shoulder, making the wolfess gasp and shiver from the aggressive act. He did not draw blood from the bite, instead he merely clamped down on her shoulder. He was claiming her she realised, claiming her as his. At that moment she reared up and howled when her orgasm crashed through her, just at the same time her mate erupted inside of her, flooding her insides.

On the other side of the cave, Karen smirked.

*

“Here we go, getting closer.” Breathing hard after an hour’s hike through the Gotham forests, Constantine’s guiding spell was getting brighter, meaning he was close. When it shone brightest against the side of a cliff, John sighed and slumped his shoulders. “Should have known, wolves and their caves.” Putting the gem back in his pocket, Constantine raised his hands and numbed around the cliff face until he noticed what looked like heavy tire tracks in the earth leading out of the cliff face, but there was no entrance. Pressing his hand against the rocky surface, he was surprised to find it was a tarp carefully painted to look like the mountain cliff side. “Cute.”

Stepping through the hidden cave entrance, John pulled out his cigarette lighter to light the way. He didn’t have long to walk when the other end of the tunnel lit up before him. Once he entered the cave proper, he was in for a shock!

It was a back-up cave for the Batman, his equipment and arsenal were all stored here, along with the Batmobile and a fleet of Batwings hanging from the ceiling. That was not the surprise, what WAS the surprise were the horde of werewolves who occupied it! They were everywhere, three or four gathered around feasting on a freshly killed deer, several others lounged relaxing or tended to cubs, others strangely enough tended to the plant growth which had covered the entire interior of the place. Snapping his lighter closed however, got their attention.

Getting up an approaching the stranger, many of the massive wolves sniffed at the newcomer, others barred their teeth defensively. “You lost little man?” Asked one of the female werewolves, standing on her hind feet with a hand at her hip, the brown furred wolfess towered over him by at least a meter. Her stance and figure told him she was strong enough to fold him in half… And she knew it. “Maybe you should head back where you came?”

Reaching into his jacket, John Constantine pulled out a sprig of a dried out blue flowers, at first the wolfess smirked, then they all felt it. A wave of nausea passed through the pack of wolves, many of them whimpering as their nostrils and eyes burned like they had been sprayed by mace. Backing away from the wolfsbane in front of them.

“Hi there, my name is Constantine, JOHN Constantine, now where’s the man in charge? Where’s Batman?”