New amulets and new marching orders.

Sneaking around under the watchful eye of the entire Justice League had really honed Brandon’s sense of perception. A month ago he wouldn’t have noticed the pristine, expensive-looking car with tinted windows parked on the street outside his apartment building. Now he did, and it only took him a few steps to puzzle out the cause. He passed it without staring too much, entered his apartment like normal, and waited by the door. A few minutes later he heard the knock, and he opened the door for Miss Graves and invited her in without being asked.

She still wrinkled her nose at his living room and gripped the box in her hands a little tighter, but she didn’t insult him. Progress! “I hope you’ve been busy the last two weeks.”

“I have.” He knew she wasn’t there to ask about his cleaning job, so he shut the door and lowered his voice. “I’m getting the amulet into the Watchtower fine every day, and I’ve had a few days that were very productive.”

“Any positives?”

“Positives? Oh! Well, no, but it hasn’t been all that long, and I haven’t been looking for medical records or anything…should I be?”

She sighed with the weight of a weary remedial teacher. “Maybe your quantity makes up for your quality. Who have you actually had sex with?”

He rattled off a list of women, in chronological order so he could keep them straight. Honestly he hadn’t expected to run out of fingers, but as of that night he’d bedded fourteen—fourteen!—heroes and villains (and one GCPD officer). Miss Graves nodded along with her normal stoic disappointment, though he thought he caught a brief chuckle when he talked about **** Harley twice. She didn’t say a word about him targeting non-powered people, or fucking villains along the way, and a small bit of worry unfurled in his gut. If she didn’t tell him to stop, she was fine with it, which meant Luthor was fine with it, and that’s what mattered.

“Okay,” she nodded, “an acceptable performance. You got lucky with the jailbreak, but going along with it shows initiative. Just don’t show too much. One wrong move and it’s all over, understood?”

“Yeah. Um, yes. Ma’am?” He winced and she rolled her eyes. “So keep doing what I’ve been doing?”

“Yes and no. We’re adding to your job. Keep doing whatever you can to spread your…influence among the League. Just be careful what you touch. The amulet can’t solve fingerprints on an access card.”

Stealing an access card! That would have been a brilliant idea for getting into high-security places and bedrooms. Or, actually, it wouldn’t, because of the fingerprints. He supposed he’d dodged a bullet. But if he could **** another woman to access places for him… “Hm? Right, sorry. Sure, I’ll keep it up.”

Her eyes flicked lower. “After the treatment we gave you I doubt you have a choice. But we also want you to sow some chaos. Use these.”

Brandon took the box from her and opened it. Inside, piled together with as much care as a recently-fired man cleaning out his desk, sat five more amulets. “Great, yeah. Hey, I have a question: what?”

“These are the amulets worn by the Legion of Doom during the inciting event in Gotham.”

“The Clash of the Gashes?”

“God, I hate the names the Internet comes up with.”

“So you want me to find five more men to—“

“Absolutely not. You are going to use these amulets to publicly expose and humiliate the Justice League in much the same way as during the inciting event. Put them around a heroine’s neck before a highly-televised fight. Sneak it into their gear when they go on patrol. Whatever it takes to put as many naked Leaguers in front of as many eyes as possible.”

With a sudden awareness of his fingerprints, Brandon lay the box on his couch without touching anything inside. “Won’t that make it real obvious that there’s another amulet around?”

“That’s the point. The world is under the impression that Luthor was involved in distributing these amulets.”

“Because he was?”

Miss Graves removed her hat, letting long golden-brown hair fall past her shoulders. “Semantics and perception. If the amulets suddenly start appearing around the League’s necks while he’s in jail, obviously he can’t be behind it, and that will sway public opinion. The event at Blackgate was a good start, but there aren’t any witnesses to the actual humiliation, just a few guards who saw the fallout. We need something bigger.”

“Pretty sure the League won’t buy it.”

“The League doesn’t run the courts or the TV stations. Normal idiots do, and this will convince those normal idiots that Luthor was in the wrong place at the wrong time, arrested merely because the League has a documented grudge against him and marched him off without due process.”

He nodded. It could work, and anything that got him in Luthor’s good graces was worth doing. “How did you even get these? Didn’t the League confiscate them?”

“No, the GCPD did,” Miss Graves smirked, “and they are also made up of normal idiots, susceptible to threats and bribes.”

“Classic Gotham,” Brandon sighed. “So keep doing what I’m doing, but also strategically place these so five superheroes strips and masturbate with an audience.”

“At least five. You’re clever. You’ll figure it out. And since you’re helping Luthor, he’ll look the other way if you want to use the amulet for other purposes.”

“So it’s fine if I fuck supervillains?”

She pulled off her gloves and tucked them in the pocket of her coat. “Supervillains, cops, retail workers, random women on the street. Or use it to rob a bank, or collect **** material. As long as you keep knocking up and humiliating heroes, you can do anything you want to any woman and Luthor won’t say a word. But if you aren’t getting the job done…”

“**** and misery, gotcha.” He took a quick, deep breath. “Alright. I guess I have some planning to do.”

“Good. We’ll be in touch.”

“Wait.” A light went off in Brandon’s head. “No, never mind. I know what to do.” He watched Miss Graves leave, then immediately put on his amulet. He’d gotten permission to do anything he wanted to any woman. Time to put that to the test.