Batman deals with the new additions to his pack.

Barbara Gordon breathed in sharply, staring down at the knife-like claws that used to be her fingers, flexing them as they snipped the air, she shuddered at the alien sensation. Feeling her face, the were-spider winced when she discovered she had multiple eyes, and the less she thought on her fangs and mandibles folded up to make her face the better. Her entire body was covered in thick chitin and red fur, and yet she was still able to move and flex her body as is it were soft flesh. The only silver lining was she was now standing on her own feet… All eight of them. It still baffled her how each of her long, hairy legs knew when to move or turn so she could walk, almost like they had a mind of their own. Still looking down at her claws, the woman looked close to tears. “I’m a monster…”

“Welcome to the club, girl…” Snorted Karen with a bit of amusement on her fanged lips, getting a dirty look from Pamela nearby before she added her say in the matter.

“You’re a child of the night, girl, relish it.” Sighed Aloe Vera, a dreamy look of peace on her snout, smiling down at the litter of cubs that suckled at her tits. The werewolf laid on her side, resting her head in the palm of her hand while her long fluffy fox tail would flick from her newborn’s activity. “You can choose to be the monster if you want at night, you can choose to ignore the beast your entire life if you want… Except during the full moon.”

“Yeah… Not ALL of us are that lucky.” This time it was Karen’s turn to give the red wolfess a dirty look.

“You’d be surprised how jealous I am of you Karen…”

“Jealous of what? I’m permanently a massive Kryptonian she-wolf.” Standing to her full height, her horns nearly scraped the roof of the cave they were in, all four of her arms outstretched to make her point and her saurian tail struck the floor with a heavy thud. “At least YOU can wear cloths when the sun comes up… Oh right. You’re one of THOSE!”

Smiling impishly, Aloe Vera caressed the head of one of her pups with her free hand. “Nothing wrong with embracing nature, love.”

“So… We’re freaks!” Hissed Helena, staring down at her claws, horrified at what she saw flex and move when she willed it. The black furred arachnid woman looked around her, seeing the hulking crag wolf that was Power Girl stand on her hind legs and tower over everyone, her hand at her hip and tilting with a pose that made her massive chest wobble. Looking further past the blonde wolfess, she could see Bruce untie Jason, now calm and a little ashamed of his actions while rubbing the healing scars around his neck. Then her attention fell on the third were-spider watching the two, the one responsible for all of this.

“YOU…”

Looking up and blinking with her many eyes, Arachne tilted her head in confusion. “Me?”

“YOU MADE US FUCKING MONSTERS!!!” Her mouth unfolding into her fangs and mandibles and brandishing her claws like talons as she stared daggers into the deranged Arachne, Helena poised to attack. Before she could move to lunge for the creature, Batman was already standing between the two, his black cloak pulled up to obscure Arachne out of sight and his eyes narrowed down at Huntress. “That’s enough Helena.”

“OUT OF MY WAY!”

“I need her alive, I need her unharmed and I need her to talk.”

“Damn right she has to talk!” Hissed Barbara, now joining Helena at her side glaring down at Arachne who now scurried behind Bruce like he was a shield.

“ENOUGH!” His voice carried over the cave in a way that made everyone cower, his cubs whimpering even as their mother hushed and calmed them. “No more, I need her for information, she wasn’t the only survivor from Dr. Langstrum’s lab, and she knows who it was.” Turning around and glaring down at the prone and scared Arachne, Batman knelt and looked her in the eyes. “Now YOU are going to tell me who survived.”

Snipping at her own talons nervously, Arachne tried to look at anything but Bruce’s glaring eyes when she answered. “Hera was not pleased with her, punished the Queen she did, yes, for sleeping with Zeus, forced her to eat her own children…”

“Who?!”

“The snake! Lamia!”

Standing up to his full height and turning to leave the cave, Batman paused and turned to press his cowl against Pamela’s forehead and leave. “Karen, can you keep the peace around here while I’m out?”

“Sure, where are you going?”

“To hunt down a snake.”

*

“Y’all are a bunch of fuckin cowards… I ain’t no scared a no wolves…” Slurred a haggard looking man with a liquor bottle in his hands, the bottle obscured with a paper bag while he wiped the excess liquid off his hairy lip. Like many of the citizens who stayed instead of leaving, the homeless drifter staggered out in the dead of night, totally unafraid of the current events of the city. Many had an unyielding faith that the Batman would save them, but a rare few such as the man taking another swig of his bourbon, were simply too scared or drunk to really care anymore. “Well? You want ol Franky?” Spreading his arms out and nearly losing his balance, the man yelled out. “Wells here I am ‘hic’ come’en get me!” Taking another sip of his drink, the man fumbled before moving on.

It wasn’t until he passed the opening of an alleyway that he heard what sounded like a woman giggling. Pausing to look deep into the dark alley, it was hard for him to make out anything… That is until he spotted what looked like a naked woman, covering herself up with one arm and gesturing for him to follow her with the other before she moved back and disappeared into the darkness.

“Hello? Lady?” Taking a few heavy steps into the alley, the man looked up and around him, he thought he heard movement all around him but thought nothing of it when he spotted the woman again just out of sight even deeper in the alley, still gesturing for him to follow her. “You want some bourbon? I only finished half of it… M-maybe a little more’n that.”

“Why aren’t you generous.” Chirped a voice, suddenly behind him. Turning to look, he found a pair of hands gently press against his shoulders and found himself looking eye to eye with a woman that wore not a lick of clothing on her. “Hey baby, like what you see?” Mocha skinned and with piercing green eyes that winked at him, the woman’s hair didn’t flow with the breeze, almost like it was a solid mass draping over her shoulders and back, and maybe it was because he was REALLY drunk, but he swore she didn’t have any ears… Or a nose.

“Oh, we’s got a sweet liquored up birdy here don’t we love?” Answered another behind him, feeling another pair of hands press at his back and gently hold him from the side. Lighter skinned and with a shock of blonde hair, the woman stared into the man’s eyes, making him chuckle and sway with the tilt and sway of her body language. He didn’t even hear her move behind him. Finding his left and right occupied with a pair of naked women, the drunkard found himself smiling a bit, too drunk to rationalise the moment. “Hey, you two likes to drink?”

“We sure like to eat, and aren’t you a cute little morsel, yes you are.” Answered a third voice ahead of the man, the woman who had lured him into the alley was now right in front of him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders, staring intently into his eyes. Her eyes were like a kaleidoscope of colours that melted into each other, mesmerising him on the spot, so much so he didn’t even realise three serpentine bodies coiling around him.

“R-really? Whatchoo likes to eat?”

Like so many of their victims, they never made a sound when she decided to strike, and never left a trace behind.