The non-adventures of a Saturday

Somewhere across the Wilbur Cross Parkway, a group of bikers were riding State Route 63 before winter hit and Riding season would be done for the year. They looked around trying to keep alert. With the woods near by there was a possibility of deer running across the road.

“A little further ahead and we will be on the edge of Gotham and we can get a room for the night,” the woman on the back of the second bike said over the Bluetooth headset network.

“Wilbur Cross Parkway ahead,” the second man on the back of the first bike called ahead.

“Should be a motel on the south side of it,” The rider of the third bike called out, “Just past the junction.”

“Left or Right?” the lead rider asked.

“Either side, there are multiple,” the third rider said.

“Got it,” the other riders agreed together.

A Yellow super bike blitzed past the three bikes and ran off into the night.

“What was that?” One of the co-riders asked.

“I don’t know, but it was well over ninety miles an hour!” one of the riders said.

*

Gotham Airport.

Alfred was waiting for Kara.

“How are you?” Kara asked.

“Better than master Jason,” Alfred said opened the door to the limo.

Inside was a sleeping Jason with he drool puddling in his red hair. Kara snickered. Kara put her purse down in the back and went up to the front and took a seat in the passenger’s seat of the front of the limo. Kara reached in and picked up the special tablet from the glove compartment of the limo as Alfred started the limo and drove back to Wayne Manor.

“There is an alert on there from some sensors on Route 63,” Alfred noted.

“I see that,” Kara looked at the information on the tablet, “Lets see, looks like someone is trying to make a copy of our bat-cycles or the Red X bike.”

“That is a tall order,” Alfred noted.

“How is Bruce doing?” Kara asked.

“He is on the train with Mister Fox right now, he is scheduled to meet the ladies of the Justice League at the station and do his marathon of donation ceremonies across the street,” Alfred noted.

“By the way the curriur arrived right on time, just as Lois was finishing making her coffee,” Kara snickered.

“And did she like the presents?” Alfred smirked.

“She wondered about the rings until I explained them,” Kara shrugged, “She did a spit take opening up the catsuit I had made for her…”

“I hope she didn’t ruin any good furniture,” Alfred said ever the buttler and house keeper…

“She just spewed hot coffee in Kal’s face,” Kara smiled as she shrugged, “It’s not like it would hurt either of us.”

“And what was her reaction to the ‘special features’ Miss Kyle suggested?” Alfred asked.

“Nothing compared to her reaction to the nipple vibrators built into the chest of the suit,” Kara chuckled, “She was surprised at the EL house crest in the ‘tramp-stamp’ area above the buttcrack.”

“I figured Master Clark would enjoy that bit,” Alfred said with a devious smile.

“You did that?” Kara asked.

Alfred didn’t say anything but was rather proud of himself.

*

Kara sat on the couch having changed into a black rubber catsuit with the Wayne crest on the chest and some heavy wool socks. She was watching the TV and the coverage of Bruce in Washington DC, Wonder Woman in her full Amazonian Armor leading, Bruce in a snazzy suit, Big Barda carrying a stack of the over sized presentation checks for all of the charities and Black Canary pulling up the rear. Bruce had just presented Superman, Vixen and Ice a donation check. The camera man was fallowing them as they made their way to the next stop an outreach for women’s rights in various developing nations organized by the Thymescarian Diplomatic Corps. Kara watched knowing that Bruce was going to ham it up and give a horrifically bad reading of the Greek Statement that the Wayne Foundation had written for him. Bruce walked up the Ambassador and said something away from the mic. Wonder Woman rolled her eyes, the Ambassador’s security rolled their eyes, and the Ambassador fought to keep her diplomatic smile. Bruce asked a question and the Ambassador gave a one-word response. Bruce said something else and the Ambassador smiled and nodded.

Kara watched Bruce walked up to the podium that was set up with all the microphones for the news outlets.

“I had a fancy speech prepared in Greek,” Bruce said with a nervous laughter, “But it seems the million dollars I spent on a Greek Tutor taught me the wrong accents and some of the phrases were rather offensive… So instead I will say this…”

Kara sighed and leaned her head back.

“… I have been told that we should look to our elders to teach us about the past so that we may learn the mistakes of the past without having to recommit those same mistakes. The Amazons have the gift of immortality so they have collected the lessons of the mistakes of the mortal world for ages… This out reach program is key to helping the mortal world learn from the mistakes of the past and become a better place for everyone...”

“He is winging it isn’t he?” Jason said as he shambled into the room.

“Yep,” Kara said looking at her adoptive brother.

“Why did you leave me in the Limo?” Jason asked.

“You were sound asleep…” Kara smiled.

“Did you pour a bottle of water on my face?” Jason asked.

“No, that was your own drool kid,” Kara giggled.

“That’s not funny,” Jason said.

“No,” Kara said trying to sound stern than giving up on that approach added, “It’s hysterical.”

“Did you give Lois and Clark the power dampening rings and the sex suit?” Jason yawned.

“Yep,” Kara completely powered down her own earrings with a swift motion, “And looks like they are already enjoying them…”

Kara looked towards Metropolis and the Clark-Lane apartment… Clark was on the bed in his superman suit and Lois was riding him cowgirl style in the new rubber ‘superman’ sex suit made for her at Kara’s commission.

“Yep,” Kara said, “Lois should be knocked up by the end of the month…”

Kara looked back at the TV and Bruce was making his way form the stage and the commentator was saying how he was going to meet with an animal welfare charity next.

*

Barbara was looking over the speed camera’s footage of the yellow Speedster. It sure as hell wasn’t the Reverse Flash or any of the Speed Force speedsters… No, it was person on a motorcycle. An alert popped up in the corner of her laptop. Barbara clicked on it and read it quickly. It just said “Person Of Interest Contact alert… Subject 79578435, Valley.” Barbara tried to bring up more information but it went into the Wayne Enterprises Human Resources systems.

“Oh well,” Barbara shrugged and then noticed something else.

The other notice was about a street race… Barbara thought for a moment, she wanted to see Kara in her sexy Red X suit…