Information on Starfire's kidnappers

“Well, we’re actually going to have to wait on that one,” your dad said before pulling out his phone. “Hey Clonk, can you bring box 13 up to big sitting room 4? Right next to the shiny statue of Daisy. Thank you.” He looked at you and Starfire. “Box 13 is kinda connected but she was in storage so we’re going to skip her for now.”

“Her?” You and your harem asked simultaneously. You looked around confused but very clearly no one but your dad knew who he was talking about.

“Yeah her, don’t worry about it,” your dad replied, brushing it off and hurrying along. “Anyways, remember those criminals who kidnapped Star? And caused other problems?”

“Like paying your former neighbor Phil to develop illegal mods,” your mom said, causing you to frown. You vaguely recall a brief conversation from the last neighborhood barbecue.

“Phil developed mods? I thought he was a forklift driver,” you said. Despite Phil not joining the barbecue, some of the other neighbors gossiped around the grill and some of the professions came up. The O’Malleys knew your job before you even met them.

“Would explain how I never noticed him leaving his house except late at night,” Gaige tapped her chin thoughtfully. Seeing the looks, she threw up her hands. “What? He drove around with those stupid headlights; I could see it from the garage.”

“Well, Gaige’s sleep schedule aside, what were you saying about the kidnappers?” Aelita asked.

“Yes, what about the evil doers?” Starfire spoke up, with a dim tone. Your brow frowned, Starfire has told you in broad strokes what happened while she had been with the kidnappers/mod bootleggers but other than talking about the friends she made in captivity and in the kennel she rarely spoke up about the other details. You did know her kennel friends’ favorite flavors of character chow pellets.

Your dad held up several fingers and started ticking them off. “Thanks to Starfire’s info, evidence from Phil’s place, the Monster Mansion box, and Batman 9802 convincing Josh the Bosh to testify…the leader of those criminals is…”

(Back on Prime Earth, same hour)

“Get those barriers set up on the double! And get those Supermen to decontamination!” A police officer shouted as a couple of rookies carried a concrete barrier to fill up a destroyed section of the police perimeter. Similar scenes were spread around in a three block radius, centered on a single compound. Between the compound and the police line was a virtual no man’s land of recently destroyed buildings and police cars. Here and there were the **** bodies of several officers and people in a mix of what would commonly be called biker and other gangster styles. A Bane and a Killer Croc could be seen fighting a Batman in the middle of a broken street while officers tried to interfere.

“This was not what I signed up for!” an Officer D.Va complained as her mech fired fireballs to intercept a rocket fired from the third floor of the compound.

“I’m not paid enough for this!” A pair of Officer Jennies grunted as they pulled an injured Officer Caitlyn from League of Legends over the barriers to relative safety.

“You’re getting paid?” Officer John Nolan fired at Killer Croc, barely causing the mutated man to twitch as he grappled with Batman. One of the Jennies looked at John Nolan.

“Technically, my owner rents me to the police department and lets me keep my tips.” The other Jenny with significantly smaller tits and a sharper look in her eyes leans over and whispers into her sister/cousin/clone/copy/counterpart’s ear.

“I’m pretty sure those are bribes not tips.”

“What!” A police cruiser exploding nearby punctuated the first Jenny’s surprise.

“Questionable policing aside, where did they get all this equipment? RPGs, mines, tanks, class B weapon characters, weaponized power inhibitors, I thought these guys were just bootleggers and kidnappers?”

“Well apparently someone didn’t catch the memo!” Second Jenny ducked as a piece of debris from the nearby fight flew by her head. “Where’s the army when we need them!” Just as she finished speaking, the ground started shaking, causing the group to gyrate their arms to try to catch themselves.

“What the heck was that?” D.Va shouted before screamed as a large shadow covered them as something blocked out the sun. They collectively looked up and up.

“They had an Imperator!” Standing where the compound used to be, a massive Imperator-class Titan stood with its massive weaponized arms pointed at the police perimeter. If one were to fly up, they would be able to see that the compound is now seated precariously on top of the Titan’s head.

“...Being taken care of by the police.” your dad stated without explaining further.

“Are we going to be suing them or joining the police or whoever with beating them up,” you ask, wondering if you could demand salvage rights or restitution, crime lords probably have nice stuff and ladies around their place. Maybe some of them need new homes.

Aelita and Starfire gave you chastising looks. “What?” You look around and even Kate and your mom were giving you looks.

“You are already thinking about doing the raiding of the mastermind’s harem when you have the Amazonians to take care of first,” Starfire said, wagging a finger at you. Your harem made other comments among themselves along the lines of ‘Jeez, doesn’t he get tired’ and ‘when are we going to have time together’.

Even Jamie decided to get involved, “Try to leave some pussy for the rest of us.”

Your mom decided to save you. “Llewellyn has instructions to start the civil suit once the police have them in custody. Though with how many people the Magikoopa think have been hurt you probably won’t get much in regards to restitution. The most important question is what exactly y’all would want from the lawsuit.”

You thought for a moment and looked at your lovely wives. Silent communication passed between the three of you but in particular Starfire. Her cat ears wiggled as she gave some thought to what she wanted while you took the time to get a mug of cola. Finally, your Tamaranean princess seemed to make a decision.

“I do not care much for taking his things, only the bringing down of the hammer of justice, and making sure these evildoers cannot hurt anyone again,” Starfire nodded to herself. “We should still do the suing and help the other victims.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you smile, beaming. You start thinking about maybe seeing if the police or PWBI can find other victims of these bootleggers and if Starfire would want to start a support group or something. It was about then that something heavy knocked against the door.

“Come in.” A large Orgyn looking figure nearly knocked the door off its hinges.

“Oop, sorry,” he grunted before dragging in a six foot tall technological coffin looking pod.

“Thank you Berr Krusher, set her down by the coffee table,” Daisy asked and ‘Berr’ complied setting down the pod where everyone could see inside clearly after he brushed the frosted glass view port, clearing off the condensation.