At Blackgate, a super-powered brawl immediately gets out of hand.

It would probably have been efficient to fuck Wonder Woman during the ride on her invisible jet. He could have milled about near her, waiting for the amulet to take effect. She would writhe in her seat, struggling to shimmy off her skintight uniform while keeping control of the plane, then spread her legs and start masturbating with one hand on the controls. Brandon could push her to her feet, sit in her chair, and settle her back down on his lap, where she would ride his dick for the entire trip, milking out two or three creampies before they landed. He would lean back and grope her tits, or maybe sit in the chair backward and suck on them, while she did all the work, leaving him nice and energized for whatever opportunities presented themselves at Blackgate. “Cockpit” indeed.

But he didn’t, for very good reasons. The amulet’s reach was limited, something he knew from experience. He’d never seen it affect somebody who wasn’t in the same room. If Wonder Woman hopped out of her jet naked and sweaty with hickeys on her tits and cum seeping from her pussy, other heroes might notice something amiss before he could bring them under the amulet’s spell. Batwoman especially worried him, and he wanted to take every precaution when it came to the Dark Knight. Also, there was no guarantee that men weren’t milling about the area. If even a single male noticed him, the entire plan could come crashing down. It was more tactically sound to smuggle himself onto the invisible jet, hide in some place from which he wouldn’t affect Wonder Woman too much, and carefully assess the situation at Blackgate before he took action.

Yes, he made his decision because it was a good strategy, not because he’d never been on a plane before and he was terrified he’d get airsick or the plane would have turbulence or bank or something and he’d fall and hit his head and suddenly the Justice League would find a janitor with an artifact and a concussion within melee range of a heroine whose weapon was literally named the “Lasso of Truth”. It was totally that first thing.

Hiding from Wonder Woman was a little easier said than done, and he ended up crouched in an cargo bay or similar space, clinging to the first solid handhold he could find and hoping the invisible walls insulated the pilot from the magical distraction around his neck. Another version of him, one a little more wise and a little less horny, might have considered that his first time in the air should not have been in a plane where he could see straight through the floor. Even if Wonder Woman had stripped naked and begged for dick, he probably wouldn’t have opened his eyes long enough to notice, and he stayed in his tight little ball until the flight ended, she jumped out, and he lingered another minute to regain his footing.

When he finally dragged himself free, he found a prison, understandably, in chaos. One entire wall had collapsed, solving the problem of entering the prison in the first place. Just beyond the rubble he found a three-story cell block with a half-dozen women flying, punching, and generally making a mess of the place. Of course he recognized Wonder Woman, who had joined Batwoman and Batgirl to fight the invaders: Livewire, the blue-skinned Superman villainess with electricity powers and cleavage down to her navel; Poison Ivy, the pale redhead whose green outfit revealed even more skin than Wonder Woman’s, and Giganta, already thirty feet tall in a minidress that somehow magically covered anything interesting under it. Not a male superhero, or guard, or inmate in sight, and Brandon counted his lucky stars until he ran out of numbers.

Still, he approached carefully. Anybody capable of breaking into Blackgate was powerful enough to kill him with sheer collateral damage. This wasn’t a handcuffed, powerless sidekick in an interrogation room or a strong but noble Kryptonian. This was a titan, living lightning, and arguably Batwoman’s most powerful villain in a knock-down, drag-out fight. He had to take it slow, give the amulet a chance to work its magic, and stay out of sight until the clothes started flying more than the fists.

He did briefly wonder how he was going to have sex with the heroes while leaving the villains unscathed, but he quickly decided he didn’t care. Luthor said he had to knock up the Justice League. Luthor didn’t say he couldn’t have fun with any other woman along the way, whether they were supervillains or just the cute girl at the coffee shop. All six people in the fight—Hell, every woman in the cell block—was a potential target. If Luthor had a problem with it, Brandon would just say he was handling the competition. While he was taking his boss’s enemies out of the equation, might as well take out some rivals, right? He needn’t worry about what to do when the bad guys reacted to the amulet. He was hoping they would.

As he got into position, Livewire zapped into a power outlet, zooming around the room and and popping every security camera she passed. She reappeared behind Batwoman in a bright, loud burst of energy, zapping the hero with so much electricity she likely only survived due to an insulated suit. “Aw, you’re no fun. Superman at least would have screamed.”

Batgirl leapt behind her and floored the villain with a swift kick to the back of the head. “Taking out the cameras, Willis? I thought you lived for the limelight.”

Livewire flashed again, forcing the human heroes back into Poison Ivy’s grasping vines. Plants hung the Dynamic Duo upside-down by the ankles, just out of range of Ivy’s face. “She’s just taking notes from a local expert. No footage, nothing to analyze, nothing to trace, nothing left for the Batwoman to use against us. Make it snappy, Livewire.”

“On it!” Livewire saluted and zipped into the wires again. A few well-placed Batarangs freed Gotham’s heroes, and Giganta briefly interrupted their standoff by throwing Wonder Woman across their side of the room, stalling the fight until Livewire returned carrying a familiar pink mask. “You would not believe what they have in the evidence locker here.”

“Excellent. Giganta, if you would be so kind?”

“With pleasure,” Giganta replied in a surprisingly high, melodic voice. She turned and punched a wall between two second-story cell doors, opening both to the room. The heroes gathered while the dust cleared, dangerously close to Brandon’s hiding spot, and he shuffled forward slightly to make his move.

Out of the cells strolled one woman Brandon had never seen before and one he did—in fact, he might have knocked her up a few weeks ago. Harley Quinn, almost unrecognizable with blonde pigtails and an orange jumpsuit, leaned on the railing and waved. “Hiya, Bats! Miss me?”

A vine carried the purple mask to the other woman, and when she put it in Brandon finally recognized her. Her jumpsuit faded into the high-cut, long-sleeved uniform of one Star Sapphire, who floated to the ground in a field of pink energy. “Five on three. I like those numbers.”

“Almost,” Ivy countered, and plants throughout the room vented a thick mist of yellow spores. When they faded and the coughing ended, she sat on the other side of the room next to the gaping hole in the wall, reclining on a vine as thick as a tree trunk with Harley draped over her shoulders. “I’ve got what I came here for.”

“Aww, Ives, you do care!” Harley pulled Ivy into a tight hug, and Ivy rolled her eyes but did not resist. “See you later, Bats! And Little Bats! And Star-Spangled Lifeguard! And Shockmaster! And Tall Lady! And new bestie Sappho Stars, second-greatest next-door prison neighbor ever, we should hook up sometime byeeeee!” She blew kisses all around as Ivy fled, taking her partner and the plants with her.

In the ensuing lull, Star Sapphire looked at the hole, then turned to Livewire. “I think I hate her.”

“They’re getting away!” Batgirl raced after the fleeing villains until Batwoman put a hand on her shoulder. “You two can handle this. I’ll get them!”

Batwoman tapped her utility belt. “I put a tracker on Harley. We can find her any time.”

“How? Also: when?”

“It’s in her hair tie, graciously supplied by Blackgate. Quinzel can’t resist the pigtail look, so she’ll have it on her no matter how much she lays low.”

“One day I’ll stop being surprised at how prepared you are.”

“Not likely.” Batwoman put her fingers to her ear. “I’m on the guards’ radio band. They’ve locked down the rest of the prison and evacuated every non-powered individual from the block. It’s just the six of us here.”

Wonder Woman balled her fists and locked eyes with Giganta. “Every non-powered person besides Harley, apparently.”

Batgirl sighed. “After ten nights of interrogation, I think her superpower is some sort of aura of annoyance. Okay, fine, three-on-three. You take the big one.”

“Naturally.” The heroes flew forward, the villains ran to meet them halfway, and the battle began except for one small wrinkle: Batgirl’s glove laying on the ground. Brandon smirked. The amulet was taking effect, and now he just had to wait somewhere within range.