The Other Woman

You took your scheduled rest. You got fed and hydrated. You remained on your lonesome for a few hours, the vastness of the Watchtower making isolation easy. You even got some exercise in, and that gave you time to be confused with your thoughts for the rest of the afternoon.

“I want to be fucked,” she had said. “I want you to fuck me with this magnificent cock, John…”

The words rang in your head, loud as church bells. You could imagine her beautiful, blushing face, pressed against your cock as she begged for it. Begged for you. And then the moments later...

“I meant what I said.”

“I know what I want.”

Her crystal blue eyes were clear. Sober. So to speak. Wonder Woman wanted you.

The mere memory of it had you feeling flush. And… And! And there was also Zatanna. Stunning. Bright. Always looking like she belonged in a commercial selling sexy eyeshadow. She told you, in her flirtatious cadence, that she was looking forward to her next dose. A dose that she would need to share with Wonder Woman, according to the schedule.

Doctor McGee’s schedule. The doctor had rushed out of the chamber after Diana’s admission, and you could only guess at why. Had her views about a potential relationship with you changed? Had Wonder Woman’s words opened her eyes to her true feelings? Your guesses were probably wrong...

You checked your watch. There were twenty minutes until the next dose. Maybe it would be a good idea to speak to your colleague first and clear the air before you got your dick sucked by two buxom brunette superheroes at the same time.

You paused at the door of the lab because you heard fists slamming onto a metal console.

“I can’t believe this!”

You swallowed. This wasn’t the first time you had heard Doctor McGee raise her voice in frustration. The fist banging was new though. You peeked around the entrance, not as brave as the superheroes you helped. She was still upset? The doctor was at the far end of the room, her back turned. You could see those fists balled at her side, shaking with barely contained rage. “That idiot has no regard for all of the work I’m doing here!” she seethed, not quite shouting any more but it echoed all the same. “He doesn’t understand any of this! Doesn't even care how I feel!”

You cared! You almost wanted to shout back, but you knew better than to approach a mad scientist while they were monologuing to themselves about being under appreciated. Angry scientist that is. That kind of mad. Not the other kind. Not crazy mad. This was justified rage. Maybe.

There was a deep, calming breath inhaled and Doctor McGee seemed to collect herself. You sensed that she was settled enough to approach, doing so slowly while gently clearing your throat. She spun around. Her eyes looked… mad. But when she saw you her expression softened just slightly.

“Everything alright, Doc?” you said, hoping to soften it even more.

“What?” She was curt, now frowning.

“I uh… heard you grumbling a bit,” you said diplomatically.

“Oh.” For a moment the doctor looked embarrassed and she ran a hand through her hair to brush it out of her face like a nervous tick. You fell in love a bit more and grimaced inwardly.

“It’s okay we all get a little mad when we’re cooped up in labs.” You wondered if your own grin looked unhinged. Tina only glanced at you and crossed her arms.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that,” she said, surprising you a little. There was a chest rising sigh. “It’s just… things are going to be a lot more complicated now.”

She wasn’t wrong. You had mixed feelings about Wonder Woman’s confessions because of Tina. Somehow she had become the other woman without you even being in an actual relationship with anybody on the station. “The schedule is already as optimised as it can be,” she went on, now turning to the wall wide monitor where an overlay of the calendar blinked in the top left corner. “Having you treat three patients at once was already barely tenable. I don’t see how he expects us to accommodate a fourth with their conditions still so unstable.”

Okay. You were lost. Doctor McGee wasn’t mad about Wonder Woman telling everyone she wanted to fuck you. Her mind was on a completely different track.

“What’s happening?” you had to ask, still not quite absorbing her almost stream-of-consciousness rant just now. She sighed greatly again, seemingly reaching the end of her frustration and falling into a simmering state of resignation.

“I just had a call from Batman,” she explained. “He’s sending us a new patient.”

“Wait what?”

Doctor McGee rolled her eyes knowingly and made a face that meant “I know, right? This is a mighty inconvenience.”

Before you could really figure out how to react there was a beep to your left, a light above a closed side door turned green, and it slid open.

“And she’s just arrived,” gruffed McGee, barely hiding her annoyance at the destruction of her meticulous schedule. You both turned to the new patient.

“Um. Hi!” said Batgirl.