On the T-Jet

"But we'll make it back in time for my meeting with the department chair right?" Terry said anxiously.

"Honey, the T-Jet's faster than the Concorde. Even Kid Flash will ride on it, and Wally doesn't like to wait around for anything."

Terry crossed his arms, "I'm just saying, I'm taking a risk to my career here, Donna."

"I'm a superhero, Terrence. Occasionally it does mess with one's personal life." Before Terry could respond, a voice groaned from behind them. Good, it would stop another fight. It seemed like all she and Terry did nowadays was fight. "Go check on our supervillain. We're nearly at Keystone City."

Rupert was trying to rub his his head, but the rope kept his hand in lap. He also really couldn't shift around in the seat. "What the hell was that? She was so fast... and why did I make my costume flap be buttons? I knew I should have gone with velcro." A zipper that close to his magic schlong was definitely a no-go.

"So, you're awake," a ginger guy with a bad case of whiteman 'fro and truly regrettable facial hair said. The Gamecock didn't like this. Wonder Girl was great, just as pretty as Wonder Woman but more nubile and in bell-bottoms and somehow more of a plunging neckline. This guy was just lame. "Hey, stop fidgeting around, you'll chafe against the rope."

Rupert had gotten one of the buttons loose, and with willpower, he got himself hard. His magical dick poked out of its flap.

"Wha---" The man said, "Whoa, what is that?"

"Its my peter. Who are you? You're not Wonder Girl's secret identity, are you? Its not like you bang your wrists together and become a hot girl, right?"

"No, my name's Terry, I'm her husband," White-man Fro said.

"... What, you? Doesn't matter. You can fly this plane, right? You're like a... CIA agent or something right, to marry a superhero?"

"No, I'm an adjunct history professor, but yes, I can fly the plane, Cyborg made it super easy to fly." Terry's eyes were still locked onto Gamecock's cock, like it was the only game in town.

"Go get your wife to come back here. Don't mention my pop-tent here. Just tell her I have something important to tell her. Some supervillain thing," he commanded. _Maybe he's funny? Or he's rich. He's gotta be rich, _Gamecock thought to himself.

Terry nodded, took one last look at the biggest, most perfect penis he had seen, and went back to the cockpit. "Donna, he has something he wants to you. He won't tell me it. Something about a Kobra cell he knows about."

"Alright, take the controls, maybe he thinks I can cut him a plea deal," Donna said, getting up from the stick. She walked back to the holding area, "Okay, Gamecock, ridiculous name, what do you have for me about --" Her eyes hit Gamecock's stick. She went weak in her knees, and her stomach did somersaults. It suddenly was super-clear to her the issue with her marriage to Terry. He was barely a man, and this... this was a man. Without even thinking about it, she ended up on her knees.

"You... You have this for me?" She said in a cute playful voice.