East Coast Dick Continued

He found his ‘Oracle’ ensconced at her complicated computer set up with its four monitors, a chaotic mess of wires, and plethora of boxy electronic components to one side of the otherwise tastefully minimally decorated living space.

She gave him a smile as he entered the room, "Hey there."

Babs looked comfortable in a pair of clinging athletic pants and a loose tank top, one loose enough to show she wasn't wearing a bra. A good portion of one big milky white breast was in full view, compressed from the side as she sat scrunched in her rolling chair, one leg bent and pulled up to rest on the seat as the other dangled.

"Ma'am." he told her playfully as he crossed the space to set his hands upon her shoulders, his frustration long since draining away upon the twenty minute ride between Bludhaven and Gotham.

He settled into massaging them as he took in the screens displaying her Master interface of the Dominatum App. A host of text messages filled one window, a cultist profile page filled another, the nude form of one Jeanette Smith beside her vital statistics, a map of the United States filled another, bright green dots representing the locations of the sleeper-slaves with the majority clustered in and around Gotham but with a small outlier around San Francisco.

And then there was the screen always devoted to Gotham, a 3D diagram of Arkham Asylum filling the majority of its space along with a window that looked like it contained an anatomical diagram of Kirk Langstrom, Man-Bat, the mutated superhero that proved God really did have a sick and stupid sense of humor. He leaned in, "Is that...?"

"No, that isn't Kirk. That was Bruce. Don't get me started... The situation is... resolved. Catwoman, without mind you, managing to get turned into an actual cat-woman swooped in, declared her sappy love for our dour Bat-lord, and provided the antidote." She explained quickly and Nightwing nodded in relief, feeling some of the tension leave his muscles.

They spent a few minutes discussing the incident which was apparently the work of an alliance between Ra's al Ghul and some Japanese samurai themed supervillain who'd wandered into Gotham. There was apparently a connection to the break in at Waynecorp last week, where a team of bug-eyed quite obviously non-League of Assassins ninja had attempted to abscond with some weather modification tech. With both villains still at large, whatever plot they were working on was still in effect but after only a small disagreement, Barbara and Dick agreed that it was a plot Bruce could handle just fine especially with Selina's support. Though, of course, they would stand ready to jump in should their grumpy Bat-lord actually deign to request their help.

They were totally waiting with baited breath...

"How goes managing our stable?"asked Dick, changing the subject, referring to all of the people they'd secretly helped to be brainwashed into being perfectly obedient pawns for their master.

"Just fine for the most part. My programs take care of the little stuff, onboarding is essentially automatic now and my monitoring algorithms are all in place and running well."

"...but…" he heard it in her tone.

She touched his hand and smiled up at him briefly before scowling back at her screens and flicking a hand at some kind of text document, "The Boss' training schedule. She wants these people purchasing guns and learning hand to hand combat."

"...and?" He started before leaning in slightly to look, "Oh."

"Yea. Oh. Turning them all into happy little effective minions was the plan. But over time and in a manner that would make some sort of sense from at least a cursory examination. She wants them all running out to their local gun store stat, not thinking about how that many people, a very odd assortment of people at that, all acquiring licenses and firearms will set off red flags across a host of agencies, let alone with Batman." Barbara paused and sighed again, clearly frustrated with the boss's plan.

He frowned and continued doing his best to soothingly rub out the tension in his girlfriend's muscles, "Well, we could funnel the guns we encounter during our patrols to them over time. Not to mention the precinct, our cops could lose some of their guns, hell they could even do the same thing. Simply confiscate the illegal firearms they seize and not report their existence in the first place."

"Okay, that is a good idea." remarked Barbara, "But it is really besides the point. Hawkgirl is trying to push everything too fast. She wants her personal army and she wants it right fucking now. And I get it. Once a world conquering invader, always a world conquering invader. But doing something like this takes finesse and patience. Rushing it is going to lead to mistakes and not soon after: disaster."

She grasped his hand and pulled it down to press against her breasts as she tilted her head back to peer up at him imploringly, "We can't let that happen, Dick. Jason's life hangs in the balance here, his freedom to turn as many beautiful women into his love slaves, to fuck anyone he damn well pleases is at stake here. If we do anything, if we make the wrong moves, it might put him, all this at risk. And..."

"You don't think the boss is up to it." he finished for her.

"She's a bruiser, Dick. She's backed up with her fucking alien-cheat tech but in the end she's about as subtle as that magic mace she wields. Every goddamned problem is a nail and the fact that she's a Meta... at least in Master's eyes means she has a certain cachet that sets her above the rest of us."

To Dick's eye, Dinah was the master's favorite, his first conquest and the one who seemed to have the deepest bond with him despite the long distance currently between them. He didn't think it would be a good idea to bring that up, however. Black Canary was a Metahuman too, even if a fairly minor one. It would still irritate his girl-friend, so he let it go, "I take it she didn't listen when you brought this up to her?"

"No, she did. She's not dumb. But she's still pushing things and it's just indicative of her whole mindset." Barbara fell silent, leaving unsaid that she thought their master would be better off with her in charge rather than Hawkgirl.

A bit weird to think about given that Hawkgirl was definitely their superior. Dick generally just referred to her as Boss even in his own mind. In a lot of ways, the Hawkgirl who'd been a member of the Justice League and at the same time a complete traitor seemed like a completely different individual than the harsh and demanding overseer she was now, placed in charge of him by his lord and master.

But he knew Babs was a bit better at remembering that the two were one and the same and she definitely held grudges longer.

A comfortable silence filled the room as Barbara tapped away, flicking through a host of windows and screens with practiced ease and he did his best to massage out every last kink and tightened muscle in her shoulders and upper back for a good forty-five minutes. His fingers danced around her neck and down over her shoulder blades until her breathing became deep and relaxed. Finally, she sat back and hung her head on her shoulders, sighing happily, "Your hands feel amazing. I knew there's a reason why I keep you around, Grayson."

"Anytime, Batgirl," he replied with a grin as he started feeling more than a bit randy. Naturally, he then found himself thinking back to that night with Master. He remembered how incredibly hard he'd been along with that glorious revelation as he understood how wonderful Jason was. Back in that warehouse as a still resistant Batgirl stood before Jason, he'd wanted nothing more than to rip the costume from her body and expose her exquisite naked form to their Master as if her Bat emblazoned outfit were the only thing keeping her from accepting the truth.

Barbara's left hand reached back and snaked up his legs to cup his crotch, "Uh huh. I'd say you've been a good boy this week, Dick. I think you deserve a little reward."

He couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. His sex life with his girlfriend had abruptly changed when they'd both entered their Master's service. Jason was possessive and he zealously guarded his prerogatives with his women. Sex with Barbara was now confined to just handjobs at most, the rest of his girlfriend's pleasurable skills were rightfully reserved for Master. "Oh not at all." he reposted, "I but live to serve, my lady..."

"Mmm... In that case, you'd better squeeze yourself out of that outfit. But keep the mask. Master wants to watch and he's got a little toy with him..."