Time for a flower and some real mayhem

LA

Felicia Hardy was seated in her hotel room. She looked at the news on the entertainment channel. Hollywood was trying to make a movie based on the Batman again. Felicia looked at the little heart candy in her finger; “Bee mine” with what she guested was supposed to be a bee. The candy pack had been in the bowl of the Avenger’s LA Mansion. Felicia didn’t pay attention as the three candies left became four candies. The Anchor read the cue for the commercial brake. Felicia looked at the special suitcase on the other bed of the hotel room. She could go for a prowl without any problems, as long as she didn’t commit any Burglaries. Felicia grabbed another candy and looked at it; “I (Heart) (Bat)dick”. Felicia wanted to say something but instead put it in her mouth and swallowed. She then looked to suitcase and she felt the urge to go out and get some Batman.

*

New York City

“That was actually pretty amazing,” Doreen smiled.

“I am so pleased you enjoyed our evening Miss Green,” Turner bowed and held his hat for the heroine.

“That variety show was actually really nice, I hadn’t realized that they kept running on Coney Island. And it was actually rather fun to go frolicking in Central Park,” Doreen said.

In the intangible aether between reality and dreams Tina was miming vomiting in response to how sweat and innocent the pair’s activities had been. A swan paddle boat ride in the park, playing with those old timey hoops, Dinner dance at an old-style restaurant with a barber quartet and finally a performance of the Coney Island Vaudeville Revival Verity Show House. This was perhaps the most pathetic showing of a villains erotic nature as she could have had. Tina was going to make the next one more exciting and permanent. Maybe it would be better for a hero to win in a very dark and corrupt fashion.

“You have my calling card Miss Green,” Turner bowed to kiss Doreen’s outstretched hand, “Feel free to call upon me at any opportunity.

*

LA

It happened from time to time, some movie company would get the idea to make a movie based on “Gotham’s Mythical Batman.” And when that happened it was better for the studio to become “Haunted” and any work towards making a Batman movie sabotaged before it got of the ground.

“Hello Handsome,” purred the voice from done the hallway, “You light my fire.”

Batman looked at the shadowed figure standing outside the door way holding the clicker. With three claps of her hand, the ignitor started the fire in the office which side lit the figure. Of course, Batman recognized Catwoman by sound and smell before she was illuminated.

“Catwoman…” Batman started.

“Relax handsome,” Selina strutted over to Batman, “I already wrecked the security system.”

“That was all the studio’s preproduction material for the Batman, wasn’t it?” Batman asked.

“Of Course,” Selina put a finger on Bruce’s lips, “Catch me if you can… Meow.”

*

Washington DC

The black and pink leather rose was placed in the case of the jewelry store without anyone noticing. Moments later, a figure entered the locked and sealed store. He moved silently and quickly to the case of the diamond rings and looked at the display. The lock was digital, but the black-market device should unlock it for him without anyone knowing about it. The lights on the devise next to the lock was blinking red and orange, then orange and yellow, then yellow and green, then they turned green… The figure opened the display and then placed the device on the next display case before ransacking the first. All unaware that another induvial was entering the building just as stealthily as the first intruder.

*

LA

Los Angeles was many things to many different people. Dreams, nightmares, movies, hopes, sins… but for the majority of construction companies, it was the city of earthquakes. As such there were very few tall buildings unlike the eastern cities built on old and stable bedrock. The normal date night chase was conducted at rather lower levels than they were use to. Batman noticed another shiny black feline femme figure running across the roof tops. Catwoman noticed the interloper as well.

*

Washington DC

“I don’t think those belong to you,” the feline feminine voice purred.

“Barbara?” the figure grabbed one more handful of things from the display case before turning to face his counterpart.

“No,” the voice said as the lights came on.

Rather than a woman with Cheetah like features there was a woman with tiger like features. Tigra looked at the cat burglar and seeing his costume she took a second to straiten the top of her two-piece outfit and rested her clawed hands on her hips. Like everyone who did a rotation on the Justice League’s DC headquarters she had been briefed on the Batman’s cast of villains. She recognized the gaudy mustard yellow and brown costume of the Famed (or perhaps Lame) masked character of Catman.

“Catman is it?” Tigra said, “Look I know I am out of the fashion scene, but ditch the cape, you just come across as a cheap Bat-Knock off.”

A flicker of concern and panic started in the back of Greer’s head. Catman, had frozen and then started to shake. Greer looked at the man with a questioning look. Like a chihuahua, Catman just shook.

“Are you ok?” Greer asked.

Catman moved finally, he turned and held out a hand clutching a fake flower. Greer looked at the white knuckled grasp of the outstretched hand holding the flower and her eyes became fixated on the flower.

*

LA

Selina and the other black shiny feline feminine figure intercepted each other over the penthouse restaurant on one of the few sky scrappers in Los Angeles.

“Blow off old alley Cat,” the white haired interloper snapped, “Let another girl have a chance on some nice Bat-Daddy!”

“Like hell kitty litter,” Selina snapped, “Bat is my catnip, go chase your spider.”

While Batman landed on the roof top and with a deep breath Batman faded back with Bruce’s persona stood in the Batman suit.

“Ladies…” Bruce said in the Batman voice.

“Go wait down stairs Sweety,” Selina snapped, “I got this.”

“Get us a table while I take care of the hag,” the white haired cat burglar snapped.

Bruce turned and walked to the edge of the roof and jumped down to the penthouse’s patio and then walked into the restaurant’s bar.

*

Washington DC

“Ah, ok, you are creeping me out,” Greer said with palpable fear in her voice.

Catman was shambling towards her like a zombie from a horror movie with that outstretched arm holding the fake rose in it’s **** grip. Greer had started shuffling sideways along the wall to try and get a few extra feet between her and the odd behaving rogue. The face of the rogue stayed fixed in its last visage from before the strange behavior. The figure kept shuffling closer and closer. The hair on Greer’s back stood up as she was about to hiss at the zombie like figure coming to her. Then the black and pink leather flower was right in her face. Greer was about to say something… But she found herself inhaling the pretty pungent smell of leather, blood, latex and love… Greer Grant’s eyes like Thomas Blake’s before her glazed over… but not for nearly as long as she reached out and accepted the enchanted fake rose…

*

LA

Carl like so many listed his profession as actor, and to be fair he did appear on the TV up on the wall from time to time. His latest role was a concerned father with a young wife and new born child picking out and buying a brand new SUV based on safety scores cherry picked by the ad agency. But like so many in LA he needed more consistent work until his big breakout role. So here he was at the Crows Nest Café built in the penthouse of the “Fantastic Building; a joint venture of Starr Enterprises and Richards Technology group,” working as the lead bartender. He had even served Karen Starr, the blonde bombshell CEO of Starr Enterprises and She-Hulk the last of the signature “Power Girl Punch” before the memo came out to just call them Long Island Ice Teas from now on. The figure at the door to the patio caught Carl’s attention, first of all because the Patio was closed tonight, second because the figure was dressed like a giant bat, and third because he opened the locked door without any effort. The figure walked over to the end of the bar and looked at Carl since he was the closest bartender. Carl wiped his hands and walked over to speak with the new patron.

“Good evening sir, here for a drink or did you want to order off the dinner menu?” Carl asked.

“Americano and a glass of ice please,” the dark figure growled.

“Americano and a glass of ice, right away sir,” Carl smiled and turned and went to make the order.

Trix, Carl’s coworker came over. Carl went about setting up the expresso machine to make the Americano.

“Is that?”

“Does it mater?” Carl asked.

“I mean?” Trix started.

“Either he is or he is a human fly that climbed up, remember we are five stories above the next roof top,” Carl said, “Besides, so long as he pays his tab and doesn’t start any fights, what’s the problem? Aren’t you the one saying that people shouldn’t be judged?”

Trix looked at Carl, Trix had to look away. Carl shrugged and went about fixing the drink. Carl then brought the drink and the glass of the ice cubes to the masked and cloaked figure.

“So what brings you to LA?” Carl said as he put the cup and the glass on coasters in front of his guest, “Pleasure or business?”

“Business,” the figured growled as he picked up the mug.

“I hope no one here,” Carl said.

“No, I am sure you are aware of the various ill-advised attempts to make a movie about me,” the figure took a sip.

“Of course, Robert Patterson is the latest lead attached as I heard,” Carl noted.

“It is completely ill advised,” the figure pulled out a fifty-dollar bill from a pouch on the belt, “No change.”

Carl smiled and grabbed the bill.

“Enjoy your drink,” Carl said, “Let me know if you want anything else.”

*

Washington DC

Greer Grant blinked. She was in her Tigra form, her leather bikini top and leather hotpants. Greer looked at her pet kneeling in front of her.

“Hmmm, Tommy,” Greer purred, “you look so sexy as a ****.”

Thomas Blake was dressed in her favorite orange and black tiger striped latex catsuit with the black rubber male stripper hot pants to hide her favorite sex toy. Greer rubbed her hands over his rubber cat hood.

“Was the toy a dud or did it work dear?” Greer asked.

“It worked just as Nigma said it would Mistress,” Thomas said, “Is Mistress Pleased?”

“Yes my pet,” Greer smiled, “Put everything back and let’s wipe down everything and go back to the apartment.”

“Yes Mistress,” Thomas smiled.

Greer slapped his ass he turned and went about cleaning the jewerly store from the test of the criminal merchandise.

*

LA

Carl had watched as the figure had taken out a handkerchiefs and put the ice cubes in the handkerchief. He then downed the coffee cup and then pulled out a wipe and cleaned the coffee cup. Shortly after that, the lights flickered and then the cable for the tv on the wall went off and on. Then the patio doors opened again and the pair of ladies hobbled in. They both wore black rubber outfits. One had a hood with googles and the other had white hair and white fur trim at her collar, white gloves and white boots.

“We have come to a compromise,” the one with googles said.

“Three way,” the white haired one said as she hung on to the other.

It was clear to Carl that his guest had meant to hand the handkerchief of ice to one of the ladies, but now instead he put it on his own forhead.

*

Outside of Washington DC

Greer moaned with pleasure as her rubber pet kitten was on top of her and between her legs. Tom was pumping his cock into her pussy mouth as she held onto him with her legs and arms.

“Harder my pet, deeper ****!” Greer moaned her orders.

“Yes Mistress,” Tom obeyed his mistress and owner’s orders.

“Cumm!” Greer shouted.

Tom erupted inside her and that triggered her own erotic eruption. Greer spasmed and panted in bliss. She kissed her ****.

“Aren’t you happy you gave up a life of crime to be my fuck **** side kick?” Greer asked.

“Mistress, you are best thing that ever happen to me,” Tom said, “I live to serve you.”

Greer kissed Tom and smiled.

“Good kitten,” Greer sighed.

Tom smiled, he was so fortunate to be Greer’s fuck ****. He had been a bad boy, but now Mistress would make him a good kitten and show him real love. He was dedicated to being her ****.