“Testing…” Kianna said.

“Uh…what? You got plenty of semen samples during my physical.”

“Not that, you’re fine there. You seed is just sooo tasty, I want to experiment in using it in cooking, master!”

I blinked at that. “Okaaay…just never feed me anything with my own cum in it.”

She shrugged. “Sure master! I made dinner. Without your seed, alas.”

I smiled. “I ate with my other women, but I could use something to drink. I’m a little dehydrated.”

She pouted a little, but still ran to get me something to drink…whatever it was wasn’t alcoholic, that’s all I remember. Not that it would have mattered with Iron Stomach, but as she commented, **** usually interfered with virility and given my harem, that would not be good.

We spent most of the rest of the evening watching the Great British Bake Off, the one show we both enjoyed, though Kianna did a little bit of teasing about what would go best with my cum as part of a technical challenge. Genuinely a pleasant night, though I was a bit concerned about sleeping over, it might effect Kianna’s reputation, but when I asked, she said that she told people I was doing work around the place to get in good with her while dating Asa and crashed there when she worked me too hard.

That was a change, but people believed it easily enough when they figured the alternative was total estrangement and that she would try to avoid that, and I would do anything to remain in good with Asa. And certainly no one suspected Kianna of breaking her celibacy and becoming the concubine of her daughter’s boyfriend…

It was very nice to sleep in the same bed as a voluptuous, submissive, oversexed, but repressed woman. Not because she woke me up with another blowjob, though she did. But just because it was nice to fall asleep wrapped around a woman who loved me and who I cared about…

Monday dawned though and work began. Harley was going to be released, but not until tomorrow, which would mean she missed her day and her vote, as her movie night was Friday. So, I picked out another book, stuck a copy of the movie list in and wrote in briefly ‘tear out the name of the one you’re voting for and put it in the returned book.’

No shock, she voted for Deadpool. No points though.

Which meant that most of my day was spent just working and dealing with Riddler’s bullshit. Until it was time for Firefly’s movie, which ended up being Guardians of the Galaxy, without me even having to rig the vote. Though I was pleased to note she’d voted for something more highbrow, as I’d suggested she should.

I managed the popcorn easily enough and then ordered the attendees to move everything around for the movie, which got me a +3 SP (Firefly: +52) and when I thanked them all for doing it so efficiently, she actually blushed.

Again I asked about talking or not and Firefly’s wish to be allowed to talk quietly was granted by the group’s vote. I didn’t even have to sit by her, she came to sit by me in the back.

“Sorry, looks like the others outvoted me,” she said with a smile.

”You did your best. But there was only one vote for Dallas Buyer’s Club.”

“Thanks for the popcorn, been a long time since I had any.”

“How long?”

”Couple of weeks before I got caught and beaten down. Garfield took me out to see…something,” she looked away, it had probably been something lowbrow and I’d done pushback on that, so she didn’t want to share. “But I only got a few handfuls before someone started talking in the theater and he set it on fire.”

I chuckled, “And here you are voting for talking in the theater, what a brave girl.”

She blushed again at the compliment. “It’s not like Garfield is here. Thank god.”

I laughed quietly. “Well, and it’s Guardians of the Galaxy, if we’re stuck with the MCU, it’s the best option and I’m a sucker for a good redemption story.”

She gave me an odd look, “Then I’m surprised the MCU isn’t right up your alley, the whole thing is Tony’s redemption story. At least until Endgame.”

I blinked, “I hadn’t thought about it like that…that’s a good point,” I said as her eyes snapped back to the screen as the first action scene appeared.

As it continued, her eyes remained locked on the screen, but as it ended, I leaned over and whispered, “You’ve actually flown, right? How realistic is this?”

”Not at all. There’s a reason we wear jetpacks on our backs and armor under them for proper anchor points. You put them on your feet and it’ll just move your leg, not your whole body. They try to show that with balancing issues and maybe some magic tech could do it, but especially with the level of power involved, I’d be concerned it would rip my legs off, not let me hover.”

“More Iron Man then?”

“Still got it coming out of his feet, which isn’t exactly ideal for tight cornering. Want to be center mass for quick maneuverability.”

”Damn, I’d never thought of it like that. You know a lot about this.”

“Garfield may have made the tech, but I had to use it and maintain it.”

“That’s really impressive! I can’t even fix my car.” That wasn’t quite true, but close enough.

“Yeah, well,” she looked away, “it’s not like you can take a super-suit to a mechanic.”

“No underground support staff?”

“Not for the likes of me,” she looked down.

“Well, that’s the problem with your side of the fence, no support generally. Just competition and cops…”

She nodded slightly, then looked back to the screen. We watched in silence for a bit, then as Peter’s negotiations collapse and he gets attacked by the others. She muttered, “and bounty hunters, superheroes, assassins and recruiters.”

“It’s not that much better on the cop side of the house, at least in Gotham, half the damn **** is on the take and they’re always recruiting, or blackmailing, or setting others up…the only honest group in Gotham are the fucking superheroes and ain’t that a bitch for me to admit…”

“And their support staff. Batman ain’t getting sold out by whoever built and maintains the Batmobile,” she said.

I nodded and let the silence stretch. She was leaning slightly against my side, which on a date I would have taken for a good sign, though that wasn’t on here. I wasn’t making that much progress on points, but she seemed open to what I was trying to get her to be.

“Not like that’s an option for me. My only superpower is the suit and it costs a lot to maintain and run. Even if there was a lot of call for a superpower with the power of ‘set things on fire.’”

“I mean, there’s a superhero literally named Fire, who does that.”

She chuckled. “Doesn’t solve the cash problem.”

“Nope, you’d need sponsorship.”

“What, be some corporate goon?” she sneered.

“Nah, companies got cash, but they’re so tight about it. When I looked into it on the security side…well, there’s a reason security in Gotham is mostly shit.”

“Then who’s going to sponsor an ex-criminal to be a superhero?”

“One of the nonprofits, working on prison reform? Seems like a good angle for them. They get to prove they aren’t against public safety and show that reform can work.”

She snorted, then looked away, “Like that will ever happen.”

I looked over at her. “Look at me, Bridget Pike.”

I waited a good thirty second before she did. +4 SP (Firefly: +56 SP)

“You underestimate yourself,” she tried to look away, but the guards were staring at the screen and we were in the back, so I dared to catch her chin and keep her gaze locked on mine. “You are capable of so much more than you pretend. If you want to be a criminal, fine, but don’t pretend it’s your only option.”

She shook her head and pulled away, blushing brilliantly. “You don’t know me.”

“Do you know you? Just think about it.”

The rest of the film passed in silence, but I got the +5 SP (Firefly: +61) so I’d call it a win.

She helped clean up, but no point gain there. Shift ended, I headed out, checking my phone to find a chat from Diamond and Asa. Diamond began.

Gearhead, obviously.

Wants-To has a bunch of advantages.

Nothing that can’t be ordered later. Actual skills are hard to gain, motivations aren’t. Probably. We should test that.

I was really glad we had updated our security on our phones…

Definitely.

Not gonna argue for Wannabe?

I’m not a sadist.

And I’m saving my ammo for when we get Harley to a checkpoint. Or get that fucking bitch Cheetah in the app…

Well, I’ll definitely be on your side for those.

I flicked the app in my head to the choices, to see what they’d been arguing about.

Gearhead: Firefly will never be a supergenius, but she can take care of her gear and rebuild it if it gets lost or destroyed, though how well it’ll work for anyone else is…unclear. She’s not gonna get rich selling flying suits to the Air **** or anything.

Wants-To-Be-Praised: Firefly has enjoyed your praise. She wants more. From you and the other app users most of all, but also from the public and world at large. She needs to be praised.

Wannabe: Firefly wants to be a superhero, but she’s such a ditz that the only way she stops crimes is when criminals stop to **** her brains out rather than escape, or complete their crimes. This isn’t kept secret by the app, so you’ll have to figure that out yourselves.

AN: Thanks to ChatGPT for the film recommendation for Harley…