Back to Eli

Monday began pretty well. Almost instantly, I got a new target through my carpool. Well, actually, I got two, but one was a murderer who was doing life and wasn’t clever enough to ever escape. She’d taken a swing at me, despite the fact that I’d been there with five other cops, any one of whom could have restrained her. So I deleted her. The second was more interesting. Jamilah Khalifah had been a moderately large scandal. She was from one or another of the countries in the Middle East and there had been a big smuggling trial, but all they got her on was some sort of weird technical charge about failure to make specific payments.

She was doing theoretically 18 months, but she would be out in another three months or so. She was at -23 SP, ordinarily I’d delete it, but she was really, really rich and she was from the Middle East, if I could get to her, than she’d have a lot of useful resources and could make progress on Neopolitan Harem, as she was the only person from the Middle East I even knew. Also, she had to have been guilty of the more serious charges, given that she’d ‘wronged’ me.

I also wondered how she’d ended up in Blackgate. I thought she was in some federal minimum security shit. I’d look it up when I was home and it turned out to be overcrowding, combined with what sure looked like an attempt to pressure her to talk…

Besides, it only got me to 18, I had two more open slots for now. I could always delete her later. As I checked in, I heard the gossip…Harley had, indeed, killed Zsasz and was back on lockdown. Good. Also, dammit. Wait…this might be an opportunity. Rapetoy wanted to see me. She was just passing over her permanent check-out delegation, but I also got permission to visit…well, fucking anywhere I wanted, though it was phrased as a bunch of individual permissions/assignments that wouldn’t look suspicious. But I’d need Penelope to agree too.

She also had an update on Penelope. Obviously, she’d checked the woman out when she was hired and found nothing I hadn’t, but the new lead of the not-delivery-man was useful. He worked for a front company for a small holding company which held a few patents for unusual pharmaceuticals. That was believed to be a major front for the Scarecrow’s operations, allowing him to fund new operations whenever he got shut down, or thrown in Arkham.

Which made sense, given what I’d learned. Penelope was probably wholly owned by Scarecrow, just like Rapetoy had been by Joker. At this point, I was starting to wonder if Alyce was going to turn out to be the fucking Penguin’s bitch. It sure explained how she’d ‘wronged’ me.

But I couldn’t prove it and I’m The Expert made it really unlikely she was going to be blackmailed. So I’d have to be clever. I gave Rapetoy a brief grope as thanks and to shut her up as she went on about how lucky I was Harley had taken care of my problem.

I stopped by for a final check-up before work and asked Penelope about Zsasz. She wasn’t particularly broken up about it, but when I joked about giving Harley a reward for her work for the city, she gave me a lecture about the nature of crime and punishment, that was about 20% correct. I redirected it to solitary confinement as a punishment and she agreed it was barbaric, but required by the Director’s policy and there was nothing to be done.

I nodded. “Well, maybe a few books would still keep her incapacitated without torturing her? That’s not against the rules with our new check-out permissions. Tell me I’m right?”

She blinked at me. “Yes, good that you saw that. I was wondering if I’d have to suggest it to you, but you finally picked up the hint. You’ll also need to convince Chief Boles to go along with it.” +2 SP (Penelope -43)

I smiled at her, “I’m sure she’ll be in favor, after all, if it’s your idea, no one would disagree.”

“You’d be surprised. So many idiots here think they know best.”

The irony of that statement seemed to be lost on her. “Every idiot thinks that,” I said, insulting her to her face, though she didn’t know it. “But, maybe I could help?”

“How could you help me?” the contempt was razor edged.

“Well, compared to you, doc, I’m an idiot. So you can practice explaining things to me. If I can understand them, surely any other idiots can too.”

She fit that into her thinking. It wasn’t that people disagreed with her, it was that they were too stupid to understand. “Out of the mouths of babes…” +10 SP (Penelope -33) Jesus, for that?

I glanced at her in pretend confusion. “Sorry, doc. Tell me what that means.”

“It’s from the fucking bible. Don’t people like you read the bible?”

“Not unless it’s got a comic version. Does it mean you agree?”

“It means wisdom can come from unexpected places. Like babies. Or security guards.” +3 SP (Penelope: -30)

“Well, doc, I’m usually in the library if you need me. But if anything comes up…” I jotted down my phone number, “I’m always happy to help a genius. Take my number.”

She didn’t want to, but couldn’t see a way out, after all, I wasn’t asking for her number, or anything. +2 SP (Penelope: -28)

With that, we made small talk briefly, then I got the permission I needed and headed out. I glanced at my credits…I was up to 9. When I got home, I needed to decide if I was going for the restriction of the orgasm requirement, on Orgasm Lock/Control, or not. Removing the 24 hour restriction might be helpful, it would mean every ex who ever wronged me could be thought of and locked down…but there honestly weren’t that many, I was mostly on good terms with my exes.

Well, that was a decision for later.

I headed to the library and hurried the first group through their check-outs, then picked out four extra books. I wrote a brief note in the books, ‘read and enjoy’ when she was due to get out of solitary again and went and delivered them. They went through the same slot as her meals.

I quickly got another +1 SP (Harley: +22) as she presumably obeyed the command. Peyton wasn’t back in the library until tomorrow, and I didn’t make any progress with anyone else, though Una continued to freak me out. I resolved to check and see if there were any non-noticeable cosmetic options that would fix it. Unfortunately, all the ones I could spot were pretty noticeable…maybe Penelope would have an idea?

Other than that, I had to put up with some snide comments about getting saved by a girl from the supervillains and my day finally ended. I headed out, picking up my phone and saw a missed text.

Sorry dude, you moved too slow. Sucks to be you. Definitely, because despite how bitchy she can be, she’s a fucking freak!

I almost laughed, then snapped a dick pic when I got home and sent it back.

You may have got there first, but I don’t think you’ve got the equipment to keep a hot piece like that all to yourself. Get yourself a strap-on and maybe you can prep her for me.

I was shocked to get a +5 SP (Jenna: +43) and a picture of a box with a truly absurdly massive strap-on a few hours later.

She won’t even be able to feel your little flesh-dick after I’m done. Also, you still owe me for the ground leveling on the site.

Yeah, yeah, send me an updated estimate and I’ll consider it.

A few moments later, I got it, and +1 SP (Jenna +44)

I considered just paying it, but then would I have an excuse to keep bringing her ever closer to my orbit?