Q&A

You walk up close to the upside-down heroine, staring down appreciatively at the junction between her thighs and the camel toe created by her soaked panties.

“That's why you were so insistent about paying for dinner,” Diana says, obviously still cold but reasserting control over her voice and body. You look down at her face, water still running down from the wet dress, and raise your eyebrows. “Because if they’d run my card, there would be a record of me having been there. Someone could've tracked me.”

“Check out the master detective!” you say cheerfully, pulling the golden lasso out of your coat. “Speaking of which…” you squat down next to her until your faces are level, pull her wet mane of hair through the loop, and slide it over her head until it’s around her neck. “Who does know you’re here?”

She sighs, not bothering to try and resist. “No one. I didn’t tell anyone where I was going.”

“And why not?” you reach out a hand to caress her cheek.

“For one, I’m not in the habit of pronouncing my whereabouts. For another…” she rolls her eyes, which looks weird upside down, “I could hardly admit I was going to have dinner with a man who tied me up in a parking garage. I dislike lying to my friends, so I chose to say nothing.”

“And of course you didn’t consider me any kind of threat,” you run your hands along her smooth arms.

“Not of any kind, no,” she says matter-of-factly, and you chuckle.

“Might be time to update your threat assessments. What about the little earpiece I found in your purse? Can Batman or someone track that?”

“My Justice League communicator. Yes, but it can’t be tracked while it’s turned off, to allow us some shred of privacy.”

“Well that’s convenient. For me, I mean. When was the last time yours was on?”

“My apartment, this afternoon. Maybe two hours before I left to meet you.”

“Perfect. Can it be turned on remotely?”

“Yes, the Watchtower can activate them when there’s a need, and then they could track the location.”

“Good to know. Fortunately we’re 100’ feet underground in a lead-lined bunker and I put your earpiece inside a Farraday cage gizmo they have out there. Will that block it?”

She thinks for a few seconds. “Yes, I believe it will.” She does her best to keep her voice level and her face neutral, which tells you she’s more rattled than she wants to admit.

You grab a fistful of wet, black hair and pull her head up towards you, while your other hand slides behind her neck.

“And how are those power dampeners working for you?”

She stares defiance at you, “All too well I’m afraid.”

“Any escape plans shaping up?”

“Not at the moment. Tho I’m sure something will…” You silence her with a long, wet, upside-down kiss. She tries to pull away but you don’t let that stop you.

After a long moment you break the kiss and pull back enough to look at her. The Amazon’s face and neck are all bright red, whether from anger, desire, or just from all the blood rushing to her head.

“So,” you whisper into her ear, “Are we getting aroused yet?”

“Not…” she gives a lasso-induced pause, “not…much. Hard to get hot when I'm so cold.”

Your smile gets wider, “Well as they say it’s a marathon not a sprint,” and you kiss her again.