Very Long Chapter: of Amanda Waller, Birth of Power Girl

(Sorry for Grammar this time :( lost connection to my translating Program^^ Hope you still enjoy it :)

Bruce spent the rest of the night and the following day poring over the scant information he had been sent, interrupted only by a much-needed nap at midday. But then it was straight back to work. He was so focused that he didn't notice Harley thinking about a name or that the others were there... Whatever Project Steele was, this time Waller was more paranoid than usual. He had to dig so deep that it almost seemed ridiculous. This was a new level for Waller. Completely exhausted, he stared at a list of 15 names that he suspected were connected. However, he saw no connection between them. Tired, he rubbed his eyes as someone handed him a cup of coffee.

"Thanks Alfred," he said out of reflex, before he heard a giggle and looked up. "Oh. Harley? Is it poisoned?"

"Asshole!!" she returned sulkily and so he took a sip, unaware of how bad Harley was at making coffee. His face went completely out of control as he tasted it, and he shook violently as he savored the mixture.

"Tastes... good!" he lied when he realized how hopefully she was looking at him. He had had a similar reaction the first time Dick had made biscuits. You could have killed Superman with those.

"Oh. Thank you. Alfred showed me how to do it," she beamed and looked at the monitor. "So that's what you've been doing all day. What has Bill done now?"

He was immediately wide awake. "Bill? Which Bill?"

She pointed to a picture of Bruno Winkmann, a chef. "That's Bill."

"According to the files, his name is..." but he didn't get any further as Harley shook her head.

"Just his alias. I know him from the Suicide Squad. He was once on a mission as a consultant. He was there to do some kind of analysis. Was close with Waller!"

"What exactly was that about?" he asked immediately, but Harley recognized the unique opportunity and began to grin mischievously.

"What do I get for it?"

"Harley!"

"Come on, then. It's a give and take!" she grinned.

"Not in the Bat-Family!"

"But I'm not a member yet. I'm not allowed to have a name!"

"One night with me!" he finally said after a brief moment of deliberation. For him, this was the quickest and easiest way to elicit the information from her. As expected, her jaw dropped immediately.

"And I can do whatever I want with you?"

"Fine by me. Now give me the information."

"Okay. We were supposed to look for samples in secret and had to prevent Mr. Proper from getting them before we did."

"I don't know him. What are his skills?"

Harley laughed, amused that Bruce hadn't realized who Mr. Proper was. "He's bald, likes to talk, is filthy rich and hates Superman."

"So, another Lex Luthor!" mused Bruce aloud, managing to confuse the usually quick-witted Harley.

"Ah. yes... exactly! Sometimes you really are too clever for the world, Mr. B."

"Okay Harley. I think it all makes sense now. I know what Operation Steele is now. Hey, what are you doing?" he asked as Harley sat down on his lap.

"Checking to see if you're comfortable. Otherwise, you'll probably have to screw me from behind. Really now! How can you ask such stupid questions?" she sighed. "So, what is this Steele now?"

"They're trying to clone Superman. This is a former Star Labs expert. He tried to steal Kryptonian technology and knows all about the regeneration capsules of General Zod's ship. But his real field is metallurgy. There are 3 soldiers who have distinguished themselves in battle with General Zod, they have had direct experience with him on the front line and have been awarded the Medal of Valor several times. Few people have as much experience with Kryptonian fighters. That one is your old friend who knows DNA and can tell the difference between a Kryptonian and a human. This one is a psychologist whom the ILA has already consulted. Specializing in hypnosis and mind control. Officially passed away 3 years ago. He was an absolute specialist in his work."

"So? You know all about that, my dear, eh?" she laughed amusedly at him. "After all, you did the same with your butler, why is that? He's such a nice man."

"Quite simply. I never changed his personality. I just made sure he didn't get in my way when I had to make tough decisions. He's very important to me."

"And me? I'm also very good at ironing socks! So, are you really familiar with hypnosis?"

"Very funny, Harley." Bruce said, looking down at the woman on his lap and grinning widely. He couldn't help but feel his cock getting hard, partly of course because Harley was sitting on his lap with her racy body and clothed only in one of his shirts, and partly because Amanda Waller was also experimenting with mind control and a small part of him wondered if he was being controlled by Cadmus. However, the fact that it was impossible to keep such a thing a secret from Waller and now that he was on a mission to kill Waller, it was implausible that she was in control. And Waller wasn't crazy enough to arrange her own **** at the hands of a JLA member to start a war between the government and the JLA. Especially since this wasn't their modus operandi in the slightest. So, he just looked down at Harley, caught a glimpse of her decoration and then nodded.

"Yes, I am indeed familiar with it, even if it's rather superficial, but it's different when I use it to prevent Alfred from spilling the beans and let him keep his personality completely intact than when someone tries to turn Superman into their personal weapon. You'll agree with me on that, won't you?"

"Of course, I agree with you. The old one's got a shot in the groin. She's totally insane and when a lunatic like me says that it really means something. If I could, I'd like to put a bullet in your head. No, even better. Smash her head in with Mr. Funny. A DOZEN TIMES! But unfortunately, I'm not allowed to kill anymore. You never do that!" she sighed, talking herself into a rage. She slid back and forth on his lap, putting even more pressure on his semi-rigid cock. Luckily, she was in such a rage that she didn't even notice.

"Who says I never kill?" he asked calmly, completely upsetting the psychologist for the second time.

"What do you mean now? Batman never kills!" she finally asked uncertainly, and he answered her with a serious and penetrating look.

"I can't afford that luxury. I've just never made use of it before. And yes, that means that I will kill in certain situations, but not if I think that other ways will lead to the goal. It was never necessary with the criminals in Gotham. Most of them end up in the stretchers for a few weeks after one of their crazy actions. So far, none of them have been such a threat that I've had to kill them. Even though I would certainly have saved a lot of lives if I had killed the Joker 10 years ago. However, something like that is no reason for me to deviate from my ideal. Things are different when it comes to threats on a planetary level or to humanity. I can't afford that luxury. Let's just take threats like Darkseid or Doomsday. Superman would never kill. People need their faith in him more than they need their faith in me. And with Ms. Amanda Waller, I'm sorry to say that she's built up her defenses so well by now that I almost missed her latest ruse. She's turned into a real threat when she starts playing around with alien technology. Especially since I don't really trust the current government. I'm afraid I can't ignore her any longer and have to deal with her." He said calmly and matter-of-factly. He tried to adapt his story so that not even a psychologist would find fault with his train of thought. He now had an idea of how good she really was, despite, or perhaps because of, her madness.

"You know Harley, the reason I want to look after you is not just so I can give you a home and I'll treat you better than the Joker did, but I also think I need someone to talk to about these things from time to time. I have trained the others to hopefully never become like me. I always hoped that the others would never find out that I'm quite prepared to kill someone in an emergency. I've come close more than once with the Joker, but I've always found other ways to stop him. My friends have often asked me why I haven't killed him long ago and why I keep letting him kill so many people. However, the possibilities of the Joker or Amanda Waller are two completely different dimensions. He was a maniac who could at most cause trouble in his immediate neighborhood, but she is globally active and with the Suicide Squad she had already crossed a line at the time. On top of that, I have no idea if she's really loyal to the government and even if she is, who's to say that the government would use a weapon like Superman and always think of the moral consequences of it. Unfortunately, I have to assume that should this happen, the weapon will be loyal to one person at worst, which is something it cannot allow under any circumstances, and I have to prevent it, whatever the cost. We've all seen what Superman can do and now imagine a madman controlling him."

Harley looked at the Dark Knight slowly, going back through all her analyses of everything she had heard from Bruce so far or what she knew by now. Most of it matched a certain character profile she had created of him and as she had said to Alfred, he and the Joker were one and the same madness, like a coin with two sides. The Joker had also been able to feel compassion or kindness, only he had rarely shown it. With Batman, on the other hand, it was the other way round, as she had now learnt. She had always wondered why, even under the most **** circumstances, he hadn't gone out of his way to end a life. He had always tried to protect or keep alive even non-human beings, and he had never used lethal **** on metahumans unless he was absolutely sure they could handle that kind of ****. Now he was finally showing his true colors. Killing someone was always part of human nature and it was impressive how hard he followed his code. But the fact that he realized that one day he would have no other choice impressed her. He knew his limits and had mentally prepared himself for the day when he would end another one for the first time in his life. That significantly reduced the chance that he would break.

"Have you ever killed anyone before?" she finally asked, and Bruce looked down at her face.

"I've never done it before, but I tested it once to see if I was capable of taking someone's life and I have to admit that I would have done it. It was an experiment in which I myself didn't know whether the ammunition was real or not. A kind of Russian roulette... But I won't tell you who I tested it on. When I heard a soft click, I knew immediately that I would be able to end a life in an emergency if the situation required it." He confessed. He thought back to the test his master’s had set him and the hot time in Japan. He almost sighed wistfully as he had received his final conditioning there. How he would love to sit in that chair again and feel his mind being remolded. To a submissive, obedient ****. That they would demonstrate to him that he was no longer Batman. It was such a wonderfully horny thought that he wanted to throw Harley onto the Bat Computer and fuck the shit out of her. Her tits were extremely impressive and perhaps he would still be playing his masters' messages on all the monitors.

He was clearly getting turned on by these thoughts and his whole body trembled. His eyes had widened a little and he had the urgent need to jerk off or bang Harley while he thought of his masters and their power over him. Preferably right here and right in front of Harley's eyes, but he couldn't do that after all. She would probably have found it a bit irritating if he had jerked off. Harley seemed satisfied with this answer and tilted his head a little to one side before saying.

"So, I'm here to be the moral compass for my Mr. B and tell him when to kill his opponents or just put them over his knee. And by the way, you want to talk to me about your decisions because you don't want your children to find out that daddy can be a bad man?" she grinned cheekily and rubbed herself a little on his lap. It hadn't escaped her notice that his trousers were bulging a little more than normal. "But it seems I'm also here so that naughty daddy always has something to fuck his cock hard and nice. mhm... I hope you're so hard right now because you stare at my tits from time to time. You probably think I don't notice that, but I do! I always notice things like that. But as for your plan... sorry. That won't work. But we can talk about your boner! What do you call it? Bat-stick? Baterdick? NAAAA come on!"

"How can I understand that? Why wouldn't that work?" Batman asked without responding to her ambiguous insinuations. He had to take her momentum right there and then.

"Well, I know that I'll never be a real member of your family and I believe that Batman should never kill. I'm sure you've heard that a lot from other people, but I agree with you that certain dangers require more effort than you would normally put in. Besides, I've got a personal score to settle with that old bitch anyway. She's just like you. Cold and merciless, but she lacks a code like you have. She planted a fucking bomb in my brain just to get me to do her dirty work and wouldn't have batted an eyelid if she'd let me and the others get killed. She would have killed any of us just to cover up her involvement in this mission. In her own way, that whore is even worse than the Joker. All I want to do is kick her ass." She hissed.

"Are you saying that you're offering to let me carry this burden? You can't ask me to do that!" said Batman, but inside he was more than happy about this development. He had even expected it to be like this and so he allowed Harley to stroke his chest with one finger and look at him, fascinated and mad at the same time. He knew that look. He was her new Joker, and she was at least as submissive to him as she had been to him. The fact that he had no intention of hurting her or abusing her beyond all measure was of course to his advantage. Therefore, he was almost certain that she would be an extremely loyal assistant. Of course, he would never trust her. His master’s did not trust her and had not forbidden him to take her on but had warned him to be careful. Therefore, his primary goal was to fulfil his masters and their requirements. However, she was a commendable example of a submissive servant who enslaved herself through her madness.

"You don't have to ask me for anything, Mr. B. I'm your little secret bat now! OHHH, I like that!!! Shadow bat! Hidden bat!!! Ohhhh, what do you think?! However, I have already been given a name. I will carry this burden alone and besides, I have already killed, unlike you. However, I don't want to go back to the way I was with Mr. J, and I always have to remember that the **** I commit should be necessary. Therefore, I prefer that you explain to me beforehand what, how, where and when and of course how often I am allowed to use my baseball bat on this person's face. And as a reward, you promise to take me hard in the car! And once that's done, here in the cave! And I've always wanted to have sex on the Eiffel Tower!"

"Ehhhmmmm. wait a minute. What was that? You got a name? From where? And why?"

"Dick gave it to me. He said that you can't choose your name, you get it from other people."

"That's true." Bruce admitted thoughtfully. It had always been like that before. "And what's your name now?"

"Vampire bat! " She shouted proudly.

"Vampire bat." Bruce said, raising an eyebrow. Somehow it fitted. Dick hadn't shown such bad taste. "So… do I understand correctly that you and I want to do a business deal here? I will continue to take care of Gotham and I will teach you to be comfortable in this family and when the going gets tough, the two of us will work together alone!”

“Don’t you trust me?” she asked, offended by this statement.

“That's not what I meant, but I have to look after you. And make sure you don’t end up in prison.” He said reassuringly. "And as for the Eiffel Tower thing... we'll definitely get it done."

He put both hands on her ass and pulled her a little higher and closer to his body. She willingly let himself be pulled and grinned broadly at him. “That sounds much better, Mr. B!” she beamed and looked at him lustfully.

“You just have to promise me that the others won’t find out. Especially Dick. With Barbara, I think she wouldn’t even care, but Dick has to stay the way he is.”

"So, I shouldn't tell him that you **** his admittedly extremely hot girlfriend, and I shouldn't tell him that his ex-girlfriend secretly filmed you?" she grinned cheekily and stroked her tits. “The three of them even visited here today while you were sleeping, Mr. B! It was sooooo great conversation!” she grinned lustfully.

This answer, on the other hand, really irritated Bruce and so he raised an eyebrow and looked at the woman who was sitting on his lap with a greedy grin and started to stroke her body.

“You know… I would really like to give you the fuck of your life right now, but I promised Barbara that she would be there! She also really wants to show me her favorite video. I'm really looking forward to it. She says that it always makes her really horny. How about you. Mr. B! Do you also have a favorite video?”

He stared directly at her bust and with a jerk she pulled it off so that her tits were exposed in front of him. "I thought so! "It's about tits, right?" she laughed as she felt how eagerly Bruce pounced on her hard nipples. He immediately started sucking on it and kneading her tits. His cock almost burst his pants and the wildness made Harley scream in shock but also pleasure. She was surprised by this greed and the wild, vigorous kneading. However, it was exactly what she needed right now. A hot, hard fuck. Best here and now. Immediately. From her Mr. B!

"Fuck Barbara!" she moaned and wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him tighter onto her chest.

But Bruce wasn't thinking about Harley in the slightest. Not because it was her tits. Thinking about the video and flashing her breasts. He didn't care that it was another woman. He was horny! He was so incredibly horny! He was just imagining how his master’s would finally let him fuck the woman who had shown him her tits. Those flawless tits with the hypnotic spirals. With whom it all started. He felt the nipples harden in his mouth and felt Harley pull him even tighter onto her body.

He uninhibitedly pressed her over the computer and tore her shirt off. He immediately stood behind her and took out his pent-up greed on her. Knowing and feeling that this was exactly what she needed. She wasn't used to any other sex than this. And yet she screamed and moaned uncontrollably and begged for more. The lovemaking between the two was short, violent and without consideration. Harley didn't hold back and enjoyed having finally cracked Batman's hard shell and he didn't think about Harley in the slightest but instead gave in to his submissive fantasies.

Afterwards, when he had released the pressure, he just left it there and went to another computer to continue working.

“Hey… Yeahh… great fuck Mr. B! Gladly…. again!" groaned Harley, already expecting something like that.

She clearly sensed that she had undergone an emotional separation and how much she now looked at her old self with different eyes. How she could have stayed with Mr. J for so long was a mystery to her. Batman, or rather Mr. B, was completely different. He may have been a cold and emotionless guy on the outside, but on the inside, he was a good man. On top of that, he fucked much better than Mr. J. Suddenly she started giggling before bursting into crazy laughter and rolling around on the floor. The fuck with M.B. had been exactly as she had hoped. Fast, hard and wild. He was a completely different person when he was fucking. She never would have imagined that he was so obsessed with its and so uninhibited.

Immediately after the hot fuck, Bruce got back to work, and Harley went upstairs grinning like a honey cake horse. She didn't care at all that she was naked and sweaty, that had never bothered her, but as she came up, she heard a quiet but firm throat clearing and looked at Alfred.

“What?” she asked irritated. “I didn’t do anything in the kitchen. Honest."

“Things may be a bit strange in this house, but I still have my principles about some things, Doctor Quinzel. One of them is clothing." Alfred said sternly and just as she was about to make a snarky comment his hand shot up and pointed to her room.

“Move young lady. Otherwise, there will be no pudding for dinner!” his voice sounded stern and pleasantly fatherly. Harley jumped and saluted frantically.

“Yes, Mister Alfred Sir.” She said hastily and ran off. “Please don’t be angry, Mister Alfred Sir!” Shortly afterwards she had put on a bathrobe and looked uncertainly into the kitchen. She doesn't dare go any closer to Alfred and especially not into the kitchen. “Are you angry with me now? “Was I a bad girl?” she asked with a sniff and looked at him uncertainly. She was completely confused. Why was this man's opinion so important to her? Why was the butler the person who addressed her by his full name?

But instead of answering, he handed her a plate of vanilla pudding and hot sauce. “Forgive my strict words, Doctor Quinzel. I hope you will excuse an old man for his moods.”

Now it burst out of Harley. She stared at the pudding and practically jumped Alfred. She clung to him and whimpered. “You are the best butler I have ever had. OK. One and only. And they're not mine, but of all the ones I could have, they would still be the best Mr. Alfred."

“Thank you very much, Doctor Quinzel. I am pleased that you are satisfied with my services. “I’ll try to make you a particularly large portion of lasagna this evening.” Alfred smiled. He really wasn't used to such extensive emotions here and he found himself liking Harley. “I hope they like lasagna.”

"Naturally. I love lasagna. Tell me Alfred. If Mr. B asked you to fuck me because he doesn't have time, would you, do it?" Harley asked in her innocent way, looking up at him with big doe eyes.

Alfred raised an eyebrow. “What kind of strange question is that? Of course, I would. He will have his reasons for it. However, I don't think Master Wayne would bother me with such a strange request."

Smiling, she stood up and gave Alfred a kiss on the cheek and then said.

“Maybe I’ll come back to it sometime, my dear good Alfred. Now it's time for a good night's sleep. I have to be fit again when Mr. B needs his little Vampire Bat.”

“I wish you a pleasant night’s sleep, Doctor Quinzel. And besides. A very fitting name.”

She then went to her room and snuggled up in her bed. It was so nice and fluffy and big and completely different from the places where she had slept in the last few years. In her dreams she was alternately being fucked by Mr. J and then being rescued by Mr. B just for his sake. While the first seemed increasingly terrible to her, in her dreams Batman was dressed in a colorful rose-red costume and instead of his Baterangs, he was throwing roses at her. But just as he was about to confess his love with his exaggerated Spanish accent, all that came out of his mouth was shrill whining noises. She opened her eyes angrily and threw the stupid alarm clock out of the window with all her strength. The fact that the window broke didn't bother her at first.

When she returned to the cave with the fragrant lasagna in her hand, her day was much nicer again. Alfred hadn't promised too much. The lasagna he made for her was really excellent.

When she arrived in the cave, she saw Bruce sitting at the computer again and he pointed to a chair next to him. She saw a few different buildings on the monitors and assumed that in that short time he had found all the hiding places that Waller might have been able to use. The two of them went through all the hiding places together and were sure in the end that they had found the right one. It was a completely unremarkable company in Hawaii. They also talked about the best way to get Waller out of the way and that unfortunately she wasn't the only one. If the scientist had already figured out how to clone Superman, it was all too late. There were countless people who would do anything to get this knowledge. After all, he had a photographic memory and would therefore be able to start his research again at any time.

The only deaths he wanted to place on his conscience were Waller and the professor. When Harley asked Batman why this man had to die, he replied that he had a photographic memory and could therefore store all the information in his brain in order to create a clone of Superman. Even if the documents were destroyed, he would be able to start over. However, Harley interjected that that shouldn't be a reason to kill someone and asked if there were any other options. After all, he had assured her that it should always be the last resort. Bruce thought about her words for a long time. They were not inherently wrong and did not contradict his instructions. Waller was the threat, and the project should be destroyed. He was never ordered to kill another. He mentally ran through all the options and finally stood up. He went to one of the countless cupboards and pulled out a small syringe.

“This is an experimental **** that one of my opponents once tried to use against me. Luckily, I was able to thwart it, but all of the test subjects he worked with completely forgot the last two years of their lives. So, if we assume that your mission was almost 1 ½ years ago, this **** should be completely sufficient to destroy all information in this man's brain that could help create a clone of Superman. “This would give him the last two years of his life, but on the other hand he would continue to live. What do you think Harley? Is that better than ****?”

Harley nodded eagerly and answered.

"I totally agree with you. That sounds much better.” She then put the syringe between her tits. Now that they had their goals and everything was clarified, it was time to plan the mission. Both had to work separately because Waller was currently in Washington and the lab was in Hawaii. But he didn't want to risk Waller having any chance of intervening.

The laboratory itself was only sparsely guarded precisely because of its secrecy. Waller had chosen a special path here. More security would have alerted Batman or someone else to the building sooner or later. Therefore, the building was not, as usual, on a military base, a prison or somewhere in a secure area, but rather near a civilian port.

The two argued for a while about Waller's killing. If Harley had her way, she would have killed Waller in a complex ****. Just like in old times. At the comment that things always worked out so well with Batman, Harley snapped and was stubborn. Bruce decided it would be best to just let her disappear. To be buried somewhere without leaving a trace. Waller had more than enough enemies and went into hiding quite often. Even if her body were found by accident, which wouldn't mean the JLA would be linked to it. The crux of the matter was actually the fact that there couldn't be any traces. And that was exactly what was difficult.

Batman went through all the options. The secret services would start looking for Waller sooner or later. So, investigate all possible crime scenes. Harley's DNA was known everywhere and so she couldn't leave any traces. Ideally, he would even create a situation in which he could lead a trail on another person. He looked thoughtfully at Harley. She raised an eyebrow as she noticed him looking at her and then asked Batman.

“I think I have an idea! “What do you think of latex?” he grinned broadly, and Harley smiled broadly.

"Oh. Mister B! I thought they never asked!” she grinned broadly. “I remember the costume from 4 years ago! You already know! The Red one!! YES, we can do some role play! Just you and me! Are you in?"

“Not for that!” he answered coldly and raised an eyebrow. "I have a plan!"

Now that they knew exactly where the laboratory was and where Waller was, the two of them set off separately. To monitor their actions, they had left Alfred at the Bat Computer, from where he would time the two of them. They had specifically chosen a day when it would probably be relatively quiet and had laid a false trail for the others so that they wouldn't even suspect that Batman or Harley had anything to do with it. Batman arrived at his destination first as he had the most time to spare. Still, what Waller had pulled off was almost insulting. Since Waller had only deployed a handful of human guards, the major drawback to this facility was that it relied heavily on computer systems and automated surveillance equipment. Not a big problem for someone like Batman. In the laboratory itself he found exactly what he expected. A state-of-the-art facility specialized in cloning experiments or processing samples. Most of the offices and work rooms for employees were located on the first floor. The entire facility was designed to accommodate fewer than 30 people. Of course, he had chosen a time when no one other than security guards would likely be in the complex. He was able to avoid them with ease and he had already thought of something for the cameras and other devices.

Of course, thanks to his modern equipment, he was able to disrupt the few places where he couldn't sneak past, causing them to have a blackout for a few seconds or create an endless replay. Unseen and completely unheard, they reached the second floor undisturbed. There he found laboratories in which samples had apparently been examined or analyzed for various genetic structures. A quick look at the data showed Batman that it was indeed Kryptonian DNA, but it clearly didn't belong to Superman. And that was exactly what was remarkable in two ways.

First, few outside the JLA knew that Kara had the potential to be significantly stronger than Superman, since her physiology was slightly different from his and she had developed most of her development on Krypton, while Clark had adapted somewhat by growing up on Earth. without him even noticing. His body had adapted to the conditions of the earth. Kara was able to convert sunlight much more efficiently than her cousin could, however this fact was known to perhaps 5 or 6 people within the Justice League. Which raised the question of where Waller got it from. Bruce wondered if it was perhaps just a coincidence that scientists hadn't gotten hold of Superman's DNA but had only come across that of his little cousin. At least that was the simpler explanation, but paranoid as he still was, he suspected there was some kind of mole. perhaps it would even be an advantage if he sent the League hunting for a mole. That would keep the league busy and probably give him even more access to individual systems. Because when it came to something like that, he was the best. If Waller's body were found despite everything, it would be entirely possible to explain that one of the heroes or an employee had tried everything to take **** on Waller. Just as planned, he planted a time-delayed computer virus. This would simply destroy everything here. Not a byte would remain. With best regards from Batgirl.

On the next floor he found a kind of reactor that supplied the entire facility with electricity. However, this one was not so large that it posed a danger to the city above it. However, it would be enough to turn absolutely everything down here into ash. Nevertheless, the danger of nuclear fallout was still present and since his master’s had left much of his personality intact and had not ordered him to proceed regardless of casualties, he decided to prevent it. Then came the guard level. None of them had access to those laboratories on the top floor. Knowing Waller, the guards were probably elite soldiers, former Navy Seals or something similar, or from the Black Gate prison, and each of them was aware that they were only supposed to do their jobs here and not ask stupid questions. He crept past them with ease and then disabled the system as much as he could and then went down the elevator shaft. He had to grin inside.

“Someone was probably expecting me,” he laughed quietly.

The elevator was a collection of traps and invisible laser grids, motion sensors, thermal cameras, and just about anything human technology could currently produce. Below him, in this two-hundred-meter-long elevator shaft, there was enough technology not to let even a fly through. However, Batman was a little smarter than your average fly. He had to smile at this thought and activated a dispersion field on his arm.

He had developed this field specifically to break into Lex Luthor's private room and any security system that could rival Lex Luthor's was one that Waller couldn't afford. this field ensured that all systems had a different thermal view, that light rays around him were diffracted and of course most importantly he had to move slowly enough that the motion sensors would not be triggered. While it would normally have taken him a maximum of 10 seconds to go down a 200 m long shaft, here he needs almost 4 hours to cover this distance. However, due to years of training, he managed to move his body so calmly, slowly and smoothly that it did not trigger any of the systems. However, he strongly hoped that the way back would be easier. With a bit of luck, he would find some kind of emergency exit that Waller had installed to leave the 4th level as quickly as possible. The advantage he now had, of course, was the fact that due to their secrecy, the Fourth Floor was no longer connected to the local security networks. Nevertheless, he assumed that Waller had installed some secret cameras that were lurking hidden somewhere.

For this reason, he didn't dress up as a bat today, but instead put on a simple tactical suit like any mercenary or something similar would wear, and under this suit he wore a skin-tight latex-like suit that was supposed to prevent any DNA from getting out would fall to the ground. The last thing he needed was for some idiot to find Bruce Wayne's DNA in this lab.

Thanks to a small mini drone, he managed to find and avoid most of the cameras. However, he now had to remain completely motionless in the shaft for almost an hour until the time window overlapped with Harley's. Only then could he enter.

Still, time was against him from now on, there was still a chance that there would be more than one person who would be informed of the destruction of these cameras, which in turn meant that those on guard above might be alerted. He quickly slid out of the elevator shaft and entered the large laboratory. His target was the large Biotank in the middle that had a greenish liquid in it. In it he could roughly see a silhouette of a person. What irritated him, however, was the fact that this silhouette was significantly larger than what he was used to seeing from Kara. In some of the displays he saw biometric data indicating that the woman was being kept in a comatose state, as well as some programs running in the background to manipulate the person's thoughts. At first glance he could only see that a kind of basic framework of a personality had been installed. Apparently, they hadn't bothered to create a biological weapon that had been trained from the start and trained to obey Waller from an early age, but they had taken the easier route of creating a fully grown Kryptonian copy and using it with an artificial one construct. Bruce looked at this construct curiously. At the moment it was still in a relatively early stage and only general things were being broadcast. apparently, the drone should awaken with a comprehensive intellect and knowledge of the technology.

general knowledge of the Earth and its population was transferred into the person's mind and transferred into their new personality. Apparently, he had caught a good time. Within the next 10 days, the personality account would be charged to the point where it could be transferred to the alien. Upon closer scanning and analysis of the existing data, he could see that the programming of this weapon was based on 4 fundamentals.

1. Always obey Amanda Waller

2. You will never question your orders.

3. You will have no pity or mercy

4. You will never attempt to harm Amanda Waller directly or indirectly

They were so stupid it was ridiculous. To control this weapon, all you had to do was control Amanda Waller. Worse, once she was dead, this weapon would be completely useless because she would no longer take orders from anyone.

Here and now, he could do nothing other than prevent the transfer of the personality matrix to the woman. He was actually supposed to destroy the project, but perhaps his master’s hadn't expected it to get this far. He decided to steal this entire tank and its contents. He could still destroy it. But perhaps his master’s would have a need for a weapon like this.

The biggest problem Batman had right now was how to get this woman out of here. After all, he hadn't expected to find a fully grown clone here, but rather a test series of infants or embryos and, in the best case, even just a few DNA samples. he had no idea that the experiments had already progressed so far and that a viable experiment would be waiting for him. However, it didn't take long until it became clear that he had correctly assessed Amanda Waller, namely that she had built an escape route not only for herself, but also to save the experiment in an emergency. it was a type of ejection system that would funnel the entire unit into an underground sewer system where it would then be transported to another location by a rail system. That made his work a lot easier. so, he decided to trigger this system and just follow the Biotank. Just minutes later he had done the almost impossible again and found himself 400 m below the secret facility and traveling along a hidden rail system under the city. Once he arrived, he quickly overpowered two commercial guards who were guarding the warehouse, without having any idea what they were really looking out for.

Now moving the bio canister and the associated hardware into a corresponding stolen truck was the most difficult task, because the great Batman had never thought it necessary to drive a Stabel Gabler or had learned how to use it.

But he was also able to solve these problems relatively quickly, even if he broke a few things in the process. Thank God it wasn't the experiment, he managed to get it into a truck with the entire unit, quickly lock it and drive it to a secret place. It was a piece of cake and within just a few hours he had not only stolen Amanda Waller's biggest project but left no trace behind.

Only now, after he had left the building in complete safety, did he start the computer virus to destroy the databases and received a radio message from the Trojan that all the data on the hard drives had been destroyed. When he looked at his cell phone to inform Alfred that he could come pick him up, he already had a message from Harley Quinn saying that she had also completed her mission. Unfortunately, she had had to kill another person in the process. That wasn't part of the plan, but he had expected Waller to have a bodyguard.

A part of him now wondered how it could have come to this, but instead of giving in to that thought, he opened the messenger on his phone, typed a message that went to his master’s and reported completion to them. At the same time, he dutifully informed her that he had thought for a second about the necessity of this ****.

He also asked to deepen his conditioning again to make sure nothing could go wrong. He had to wait almost half an hour for an answer that consisted of the following words:

You did an excellent job, my good ****. As a reward today you'll get fucked by Zatanna while she shows you some new videos for you to stare at. These will put new shackles on your mind. You are now allowed to jerk off and swear your eternal loyalty to your masters. I await detailed photos of how you obeyed.

He happily tore down his pants, freed his stick-striped cock and immediately began to obey the order. Throughout the entire mission he had had problems controlling his lust in anticipation of this reward. Now that it had finally come, he couldn't get it often enough and so he took over a dozen photos. The last one was a little blurry though because he was so out of breath that he collapsed in the chair. There was a small puddle of cum around him, like the one he had left on the floor. He immediately sent the countless photos he had taken of his highlights to his master’s and immediately answered their concerns by saying that all doubts were now gone, and he would be his master and master for all eternity and all time. This time it only took a few seconds until he received a photo as a reward.

This time, he was absolutely sure, it was the two tits that he had adored so many times, but this time they were covered on the right and left by a latex suit. It looked like a latex bodysuit had been unzipped just enough for both tits to pop out. There was a message underneath that read as follows.

activate the video and we will allow you to cum on your beloved tits. Afterwards you will destroy all traces and travel back to Gotham with the project. We are satisfied with the use of Harley Quinn and allow you to continue using it. Nevertheless, we don't trust her to go any further. If she becomes a problem, you will kill her.

Even though he knew that his body was completely exhausted from the countless orgasms he had experienced from the physical exertion he had had to endure during his adventure in the research laboratory, his body obeyed like a machine. he groaned in pain as he activated the video and his beloved hypnotic spirals formed on those two tits. He didn't even try to resist the urge, but instead fixed his gaze on the spiral and felt a jolt go through his body. Once again, his body was gripped by a tremor and another moan escaped his lips, but this one was clearly a moan of pleasure, because he could immediately feel an uncanny, almost supernatural lust rising within him again. He still wanted to find out how this spell or hypnosis or brainwashing or whatever it was had been placed on him, not to find a way to free himself, but simply to want to do it again and again It's best to add technology every night. Even though he was unable to move, his eyes glued to the phone screen, he clearly felt his cock getting hard again. he could feel his thoughts and his emotions wrapped in a sort of soft cotton wool as lustful thoughts of brainwashing submission and the fact that he had been broken overwhelmed him. In the feeling of blissful submission, happy and with an absolute submission, he gave himself up to these thoughts and could once again watch cum flow over his cock and drip onto his stomach. When he was no longer holding the cell phone, he heard it fall to the floor and even though everything in his mind screamed to carry out his masters' last command, he was no longer able to do so. his eyes closed and with a final gasp he passed out. About 3 hours later he slowly opened his eyes to a relatively unsettled noise, similar to a voice through the cotton in his mind. It took him a few minutes to realize that he knew that voice and that it belonged to Alfred. This seemed to be calling his name and wanting to wake him up. He answered him immediately and struggled to his feet. Alfred was actually worried about him, which wasn't unusual given his past, and wanted to inform him that the pickup had been organized.

When he finally got up, he looked around and suddenly realized his failure - he had not managed to follow his master's orders. his stomach began to rebel, cramp and he felt terrible pain, as if something was stirring inside him. it was simply pain projected by his mind and this was probably another safety measure and the shame he felt was even greater than the pain. he had failed, again, but this time he failed not as Batman, but as a ****. He had failed to bring his body under his control and had allowed this powerlessness to incapacitate him. He didn't even want to imagine what would have happened if anyone had come into the warehouse during that time. This feeling lasted for 10 minutes but as soon as it was gone, he began to destroy all traces of his presence like a crime scene cleaner.

He was getting everything ready for transport when he got a larger file. A little confused, he opened the email and saw a sequence of different numbers with randomly chosen words and numbers. He immediately responded by typing predetermined answers, remembering the first time he had been subjected to them. So, he knew what was coming and was anxious to answer as quickly as he could so as not to fail again. His fingers trembled over the keyboard and yet he took the time to check again and again that there was no way he would fail because of a stupid typo on his phone. after the sixth answer he received a link to an account where he could download a larger file. The instruction was that this file should be transferred to the bio chamber program with the statement that this would only be a basic program, further detailed information would follow. He should be able to transfer further program updates to the Biotank at any time. Apparently, his master’s had decided to pursue his idea and program this clone so that it would fit his masters' plans. He looked enviously at the silhouette-like body inside this tank and would have liked to swap places with her. She was now getting exactly the brainwashing he longed for, and he looked forward to one day kneeling side by side with this woman before his master and obeying her every command, because he was completely sure that this was exactly what would happen. They would turn this woman into a **** as mindless as he had become. What exactly they wanted to do with a clone was not part of his mission and so he didn't think twice and followed all the instructions he was given. After he had safely stowed the bio-tank inside a standard box, which luckily could be found everywhere in the warehouse, and had secured it several times, as well as adding a hidden transmitter, he left the hall and placed the box in such a way that it could be used transport company could both find and accommodate. Since this was a storage area, no one would notice if a box was picked up here.

Then he got a taxi to the airport and got into what was probably the most uncomfortable plane on the planet. And even though Batman was far from feeling fear, he had to hold on to something in this shaky position that the pilot called a serious airplane, only to find that the grip broke off under his strength. It was probably incomprehensible that this was of course not suitable for increasing his confidence in this aircraft. Now he had to start laughing out loud as he realized how amusing the fact would be if Batman, the man who had fought Doomsday, the man who had sent Superman to the mat, the man who had fought Darkside on Apocalypse, in a plane crash would die on a cheap airline just because he was far too weak to do anything else, because his body was still feeling the after-effects of his jerk-off spree, the combination of multiple orgasms and the physical exertion he had previously performed in the secret base. For this reason, he decided to do the only thing that could be done in this situation. He put his headphones over his ears, turned on loud music, put on a blindfold and blindfolded himself and started meditating.

For some reason he actually manages to ignore his fear of **** and came back to himself when the plane miraculously landed safely. From there he continued on a commercial flight back to the United States and from there he was met by Alfred picked up at Gotham airport. Of course, as always, his whole trip was covered with false stories and for the JLA he had given information about an attack on Waynetech by some Chinese underworld boss, the usual ploy. Luckily, his body had recovered a little during the flight and the journey overall and thanks to enough drinks he had his dehydration under control again. As he drove slowly through the streets of Gotham, Alfred informed him that everything on the trip had gone smoothly so far, and that Harley should be back in Gotham within the next few days. Due to their status as criminals, their journey had required a little more planning, and he would realize that it was time to find some way to free them of their crime. Unfortunately, too many people knew that Dr. Quinzel and Harley Quinn were one and the same person and so it was relatively difficult to hide them. When we got home, we checked to see if any new data fragments had arrived and found that a program over 800 gigabytes in size had been created and was waiting to be adapted to the biomodul. He immediately gets to work and transfers the data directly to the module. only then did he start looking for information about Waller that would indicate an attack on the laboratory. It didn't take long for him to discover that chaos had broken out within the United States intelligence community, of which Amanda Waller was the head.

Apparently, no one had been able to contact her for several days and the last information indicating her whereabouts was that she had been at home and was leaving for work. Of course, a massive manhunt was immediately triggered, and, to his delight, there were even the first voices requesting that the Justice League be involved. That could only mean that the secret services have no leads at all yet. The fact that Waller had enemies whose number exceeded the number of stars in the sky did not need to be mentioned.

Satisfied with himself, he could now wait in peace for the project to arrive and for him to receive new information. He immediately sat down to further work out his other plans. He had to take advantage of Harley's absence since his next target was Poison Ivy and the two had a close bond.