A more exciting that relaxing Sunday

Sunday, October 26th

Kara was feeling less tired as she sat outside in the warmth of the sun. Bruce, Jason, Dick and Kara sat around the patio table behind the kitchen. Alfred stood near by with a platter of cold cuts for sandwiches.

“Nice Italian Summer,” Jason said leaning back in his chair.

“The term is Indian Summer kid,” Dick said, “how much do you want to bet there is a freeze before Halloween.”

“I was talking about lunch. What’s an Indian Summer?” Jason asked.

“One Itallian Sandwich, Focaccia bread, chicken, Salami, dried tomato, Olives, pepperconcinis, and mozzarella,” Alfred said as he put the sandwich in front of Jason.

“An Indian Summer is an old term for a warm spell during the fall,” Bruce said, “Now what has you worked up Kara? It isn’t normal for you to stay out until dawn… even when hamming it up as the party girl.”

“Great Rao,” Kara said adjusting her sunglasses, “Where to begin on the level of fucked this guy is… Jason might be right for once, either he is possessed or he is brainwashed beyond belief.”

“One Tuna on rye with an appointment for a full evaluation at Arkham,” Alfred said as he put a sandwich in front of Kara.

“Lay off the crazy talk Kara,” Dick said as he checked his phone, “I mean, seriously? You think Jason is on to something? Absurd.”

“Hay!” Jason half snapped, half spit his sandwich out.

“As far as I can tell, he was up all night sleep walking and working on putting together a knee brace. He kept muttering some weird nonsense,” Kara took a deep breath and tried to imitate what he had said.

“Your Latin classes were for classical Roman Latin not the revised church Latin of the middle ages,” Bruce noted, “Dick where is that meme you sent me? Never mind here it is…”

“That wasn’t my best subject…” Kara looked at her sandwich.

“Yes, a C,” Bruce said, “This describes what he was saying perfectly…”

Bruce slide the phone over with a picture of a cartoon nun in armor saying “That’s Heresy!”

“Chibi Battle Nun?” Kara asked.

“Living Saints,” Bruce said, “In Catholicism the one universal requirement for being a saint is…”

“Be super nice?” Jason asked.

“Be dead,” Bruce said, “You either died a martyr to the faith or the church finds you provided a divine miracle three time.”

“Pastrami on Wheat,” Alfred said handing Bruce a plate.

“Thank you,” Bruce said, “Mother Teressa isn’t a Saint yet, but she being credited with helping people after her death.”

“So we aren’t in the running for saint hood?” Kara asked sarcastically.

“Not with those nun outfits in your closet,” Alfred snipped, “Corn Beef on a roll.”

“Thanks Alfred,” Dick smiled, “Kara you aren’t even any sort of Christian.”

Bruce folded his sandwich over and took a bit. Then put the sandwich down and looked at Alfred.

“Eat with us Alfred,” Bruce said, “We are family.”

“Very well,” Alfred said bringing over a plate with grilled Cubano sandwich.

“What?” Jason asked.

“He is the cook,” Dick smiled, “Great job as always.”

“The weird Latin you didn’t understand is Revised Church Medivial Latin and it is an invocation for the Great Knight and Living Saint, Saint Dumas. What’s more is that he is asking the Saint Dumas to bring the blessings of the great angel on him.”

“I am not Catholic,” Jason said, “But I am sure from the Catholic chicks I tried to bang they call on the angels and saints to ask God to hook them up with God’s favor, not asking for another angel.”

“Hence why this invocation is heresy,” Alfred dabbed his chin with a napkin, “Eat up Kara.”

“Sooo,” Kara picked up her sandwich and put it back down, “Possession or Brainwashing?”

“Could be the same thing,” Dick said, “Dissociative Personality Disorder could be seen as demonic or angelic possession.”

“But if it is traumatic conditioning,” Bruce said, “Then it would be effectively brainwashing to make a new persona and…”

“Be Dissociative Personality Disorder that feels like possession,” Kara finished the thought, “Bruce dates a dominatrix with Kleptomania, Dick had an alien princess, Jason is chasing a half demon princess, I get find a religious nut job… Who do you get Alfred, Wonder Woman?”

“Please,” Alfred said.

“Hippolyta?” Dick asked.

“A gentleman never tells,” Alfred smirked, “Eat your sandwich Kara before Jason gets it.”

“And here I was wondering why Queen Elizabeth sent you birthday cards,” Bruce smiled.

*

The afternoon was spent decorating the Manor and the drive. Kara noticed Jason checking his phone. Dick was hanging from the chandelier… again. Alfred was yelling at him to only do that when wearing gloves. Kara stood at the top of the stairs looking down into the main hall. She looked at the corner of the railing and the banister and a memory flickered in her mind.

*

It was Kara’s first morning in the Manor, she had woken up and walked out of her room. She didn’t see anyone but looked at the paintings in the faint morning light. Some of the tables had small statues on them. Some of the animals looked very familiar… but others were totally alien. It was clear that most of the paintings were of a family over generations. Kara didn’t recognize anyone specifically but a few of the men looked like Bruce. Was this how his family kept records of their genealogy? Kara kept walking down the hall and then the side of the hall ended and she was overlooking the main hall she had entered last night. She stopped and looked at the corner of the railing. She didn’t remember there being a statue here last night. It was of a child upside down perched on one hand while grabbing his feet with his other. Kara couldn’t make out what the statue was made of in the morning light. She reached out and the statue spoke to her in that odd langue of the locals. Kara backed up and the statue moved. The statue fell over but unfolded and landed on his feet… It wasn’t a statue it was a boy. He bowed and spoke to Kara in the native langue she didn’t understand.

*

“Master Dick I will get the hose!” Alfred’s yelling brought Kara back to the moment.

Dick was on top of a suit of armor perched over the main entrance. Kara laughed to herself.

*

Kara was doing her makeup, tonight she was going with Jason, Dick, Barbara and Tula to a club in downtown Gotham. All the girls had matching rubber sexy sailor outfits. Barbara had gotten a pair of rubber hotpants and a sailor shirt for Dick and Jason had a cheep pirate outfit. Well it would be all in good fun. They were doing an under twenty one club, it allowed the minors and closed at a decent hour for classes in the morning.

“How the fuck do you wear this?” Dick said with the latex tee-shirt bunched up.

“Did you use any powder or lube?” Kara asked.

“What?” Dick asked.

“Ow boy,” Kara smiled.

Kara smiled as she stood up and walked around Dick. Kara knew how to solve this painlessly… She smiled.

“You have to be very careful so you don’t rip anything…” Kara pulled a little at the bottom of the shirt and released it.

“OW!” Dick snapped.

Kara started pulling a little bit at a time to unbunch the shirt, and releasing it so the rubber would snap back and hit Dick across his body.

“Stop doing that!” Dick shouted.

“You have to straighten out your shirt…” Kara said as she pulled on bottom of the shirt some more.

“Hay!” Dick shouted.

“Oh look at your back!” Kara snickered.

“Hay!” Dick preemptively started to try and sneak away.

“Hold still,” Kara giggled.

*

Kara was driving, Dick was sandwiched between Tula and Barbara in the middle row and Jason was sitting with Raven and Megan in the back row. There was the snap of a rubber band being snapped.

“Ow,” Dick said.

“Dude,” Jason said from in back, “Our foster sisters and girlfriends don’t get dating, fashion and sex tips from Cosmo, they get them from a dominatrix, why do you think I picked my own costume?”

“You are going to have to work some love spells Raven,” Tula said, “He is on to us.”

“Oh don’t worry,” Raven said mischievously as she kissed Jason.

*

Far above Gotham…

Hal Jordan sat with Barry Allen looking at the Earth via the massive view port in the lounge. They were dressed in their normal street cloths rather than their costumes.

“I think Carrol is wearing the ring again,” Hal said calmly.

“Sorry man,” Barry said, “That never ends well.”

“I can get it,” Hal said, “The power is a real rush… but it’s a bad addiction for her.”

“She might try to say the same about you,” Barry pointed out.

“But when I use my power ring, I have to use it to help people,” Hal said, “She goes off on love hate sprees and wreck shit all over the place.”

“I saw you with the muscle suit,” Clark said as he walked in.

“Ok, so occcationalllllyyyy, I can be a little childish with it,” Hal conceded, “But still.”

“Maybe you should send her to Gotham for discipline training like Kara gets?” Barry suggested.

“I wouldn’t mind her coming back dressing like Catwoman,” Hal said, “But then she would be beating me at every turn.”

“Oh god,” Dinah said walking in ‘pink’ branded sweats and yoga pants.

“We were talking about Carol,” Hal said, “But I am sure you want a rematch.”

“Fuck yeah… Clark?” Dinah had been trying to open a jar of muscle cream and handed it to Clark.

“I am good for more than just opening jars,” Clark said as he opened the jar and handed it back.

“Yes,” Dinah smiled, “But you are great at opening jars. So is Carol wearing the ring again?”

“Yep,” Hal said.

All of the communicators starting pinging. It was a group message.

“No. We are not hosting a bondage a-go-go Halloween party,” Dinah snapped.

“I am betting it’s Robin Junior,” Clark said.

“Catwoman got Bat’s communicator again,” Hal said.

*

Alfred slipped the smart phone back into to pocket of Bruce’s Jacket as he waited for Bruce to fix his tie.

“Miss Kyle is waiting,” Alfred smiled.

“That’s what has me worried Alfred,” Bruce said.

*

The club was full, there were kids all over the place in their costumes and many of them wanted to feel the latex outfits. A lot of girls and guys asked to feel Dick’s outfit and went straight for his butt. But Kara and Barbara made sure no one touched him with his permission. Kara noticed a few times Raven and Megan putting their hands in Jason’s half open shirt.

“Think Red Beard the Pirate likes nipple play?” Barbara whispered in Kara’s ear.

“That’s all he is getting tonight since he is a minor,” Kara said, “What the… Three O’clock.”

The white haired girl in the biker pants and cheep vinyl biker jacket was making her way towards Raven, Megan and Jason. It was Rose, Deathstroke’s girl. Kara rubbed her earrings and focused on her as she walked up to Jason, Raven and Megan.

“Rose?” Jason asked.

“Yeah, look, I don’t want to fight,” Rose responded, “I want to be friends.”

“Friends?” Raven asked.

“I know I was a dick to you before, but maybe this can make it up?” Rose said before kissing Raven.

Rose then turned and kissed Jason and Megan. Kara narrowed her gaze and looked at Rose outside of the normal range… her pulse was up, her pupils were dilated, her body temp was up, various parts of the brain were miss firing… Rose was high on MDMA. Jason, Raven and Megan recognized that as well and brought her over to the table.

“Let’s go,” Kara said.

Everyone convened around Rose. Rose was feeling very handsy and lovey. She tried to kiss Barbara.

“Hold up there kid,” Barbara pushed her back with a finger on the forehead, “You are high as a kit and I live with the police.”

“Got any handcuffs?” Rose asked, “I have been a naughty girl.”

“Three problems,” Dick said.

“Where did you get the E?” Tula asked.

“Garfield over in the corner,” Rose snickered.

Kara spotted the fat girl in the Garfield the Cat onsie pajamas in the corner with a bunch of pill bottles and wad of cash hidden under her pajamas.

“I see her,” Jason said.

Tula pulled out her phone and texted someone and waited for a response before speaking up.

“I have a ride for her,” Tula said, “Friend of mine is the security guy. He will text me as soon as he gets here with an official car. We can drop her off at the hospital. They way the diplomatic exchange treaties work, they won’t even be allowed to ask me questions.”

“I am sure my father loves that,” Barbara muttered, “Still… Jason take off your shirt. We will need a distraction on top of that.”

“Why my shirt?” Jason asked.

“Because you are hot,” Rose smirked.

Barbara thought for a moment then smiled at Dick.

“When was the last time we were on the front page of TMZ together Hotwings?”

*

“That’s the car right there,” Tula said.

“There is the TMZ,” Kara said, “You two ready?”

“Yep,” Barbara said as she grabbed Dicks arm and dragged him off.

Kara watched as Dick and Barbara walked over and past the paparazzi and smiled for them, they stopped on the farside and turned back to face the photographers.

“Tell you what,” Barbara said, “Keep your cameras pointed at us and we will give you some spicy photos…”

“What else is happening?” one of the paparazzi asked.

“They are taking a minor to the hospital,” Barbara said, “Not very profitable, and can be made significantly less profitable if you get my drift.”

“Ok,” the other said, “So make it worth our while.”

Barbara smiled, licked her lips and bent down and bit Dick on the nipple throw his rubber tee-shirt. The camera men were now completely focused on them. Tula and Kara took Rose with the striped pirate shirt over her head to the black sedan that pulled up and Tula got in with Rose. Kara shut the door and the car drove off. Kara looked back when she heard the latex snap and saw that Dick had pulled the back of the dress back and snapped Barbara in an act of revenge. Rather than get mad, Barbara put her hand down his booty shorts and the camera men loved it. After a few more minutes Barbara smiled and spoke again.

“Ok boys, I have to give my dad a call and beg him not to have us arrested, have a good night!” Barbara smiled and led Dick back to the night club.

“Arrested?” Dick asked.

Kara went back in with Dick and Barbara.

“What about the Drug dealer?” Dick asked.

A pair of men in security shirts pulled the fat girl towards the door.

“I swear,” the girl in the onsie shouted, “I had nothing to do with that kid seeing a dragon!”

“Sure,” one of the guards said, “nothing in that pharmacy around your waist would make a kid see weird shit.”

Kara, Dick and Barbara returned to the table and saw Megan looking really smug. She was still in the modified human visage of hers with blonde hair and dress to match the pinup sailor look of the others.

“What did you do?” Dick asked.

“A dragon crawling out of the wall behind your dealer will make just about any novice druggy freak out,” Megan smiled.

“Aliens!” Jason said imitating the History Chanel meme.

“Lets get out of here,” Kara said.

*

It was close to midnight, Batgirl had been watching from the shadow across the street. She didn’t need her powers to know she wasn’t alone anymore.

“Hay boss,” Batgirl said.

“Report,” Batman intoned.

“From what I can tell,” Batgirl can say, “He is making a fake-kids left foot. He has been going back to his computer and there is an article up. Hard to make out with the reflection angles but the headlines is about a nine year old losing a foot.”

“Hold on,” Nightwing said.

“Is he crying?” Robin asked.

“He gets worked up when he reads the article,” Batgirl said.

“Red or green banner head?” Nightwing asked.

“Red,” Batgirl said.

“I got it,” Nightwing said, “Here. Looks like a Florida Man article. Well Florida kid, Florida city and describes how the kid lost a foot to a gaiter.”

“That sucks,” Robin said.

JP stretched and hit the lights and went to the couch and laid down. He folded his hands and started to pray.

“And now he is reciting that Heresy prayer,” Batgirl said.

“Alright, we will task Oracle with getting a back door into his system,” Batman intoned, “Head back to base.”