Race night?

Oracle was perched on the roof of the warehouse, she had already tapped into the security cameras that had been set up so the race organizers could live stream the indoor race tonight. The warehouse was the property of Azok Industries, a front company for Svensons Energy and Engineering. What peaked Oracle’s interest was that all of the people who opened up the warehouse and were setting everything up had the keys and lock codes for the entire building…

*

Jason was pissed. A chance to race inside a building as Red X and he was going to be stuck with Batman on patrol for pimps beating up hookers.

“It’s not fair,” Jason pouted.

“Hay, there is a chance the prototype wheel mounted servo’s explode, and you’re not explosion proof,” Kara said as she stood half in and half out of her version of the Red X suit.

“That’s half the fun!” Jason shouted.

There was a ping from the elevator and the sound of foot steps, then a rather angry Alfred.

“Young Miss Kara, COVER YOURSELF UP RIGHT THIS INSTANT!” Alfred shouted.

Kara wasn’t wearing any underwear and only had the Red X suite up and over her wiast, her chest was bare and despite the view Jason was still focusing on him not racing tonight. Kara pulled up the rest of the body of the leather suit and slid her arms down the sleeves. Seconds later she was dressed in the leather catsuit.

“And as for you Young Master Jason,” Alfred went over to the terminal of the ‘Batcomputer’ and hit a few keys, “No video recording of the security camera footage.”

“Damn it!” Jason shouted, “That was worth a grand from Harper!”

“You slimily little shit bag,” Kara said realizing she had been played.

“If Harper had more I would have charged him more,” Jason shrugged.

Kara and Alfred both looked at each other and shrugged.

“Fair enough,” Alfred said, “Now do get changed Master Jason. I am going to get Bruce.”

*

Harley was bouncing up and down on her puppet’s lap. Garry had come over for dinner with his long time friend and former classmate Doctor Harley Quinnzelle… but as so as he got there she brought him in and put him in a trance and interrogated him for everything he had learned working at Gotham Academy. Now Garry was leaning back in the leather arm chair, his pants and pink sissy thong around his ankles, white clown makeup on his face, Harley sitting on top of him wearing a black and pink leather corset, a black garter belt and red fishnet stockings. Harley had Garry’s errection hard up her anus and a condom covered VP9 sliding in and out of her vag as she bounced cowgirl style on Garry’s lap. Harley wasn’t crazy enough to use a loaded pistol as a sex toy, but still there was the thrill of having an illegal gun in her pussy…

“Oh yeah, pump it harder into mama’s ass bitch!” Harley moaned.

*

John F Kennedy Airport.

The blonde man picked up his bag and looked around the arrivals terminal. A short fat woman in an MTA Police uniform was walking by.

“Excuse me miss,” the blonde man asked.

“Yes?” the woman responded.

“I was told to get a bus to Grand Central, where do I go for that?” the man asked.

“You see that door by the Alamo sign?” the woman said, “Go out that and it should be around in about half an hour.”

“Thank you,” the man said before heading off.

The officer watched the man walk off for a minute before turning to her partner.

“Scrawny nerdy boy stole his hair from Dee Snider,” the officer gruffed.

“How thick do you think his glasses were?” the partner asked.

“Think they were thicker than the glass at the aquarium tunnel,” the officer huffed.

*

“This might as well have ‘Acme Trap, pull lever for anvil’ on the sign,” Kara breathed into the helmet mounted microphone.

“Yeah,” Kate’s voice came back, “Pretty much.”

Kara hidden in her version of the Red X costume with the latest prototype version of the Red X bike pulled into the door way with the ‘Red X’ sign over it. Hurricane fencing had been set up around the inside of the track erected in the warehouse and around the outside. A few others had already arrived and were waiting on the line.

“OK,” Kate said from the remote batcave under Kane Plaza, “I am running facials off your ISR pods.”

“Holy shit!” one of the racers said looking at Kara, “Red X is here.”

“I thought Red X was a dude,” another said.

Kara looked around at the course, most of the others had entered via a side door, she had a special ramp entrance built for her and a lane in the middle of the starting line. A yellow and black striped superbike pulled up next to Red X. The rider removed his helmet.

“Nathan Finch,” the man smiled, “Engineering wizard. I heard you were the best and had the best bike. I figured inviting you would give me a chance to test my own prototype. I didn’t expect for you to have such a nice chasis…”

Kara looked at Nathan from behind the one-way visor. Caucasian, Blonde, green eyes, buzz cut and a goatee. Kara could tell he was trying to see if he could see her nipples under her leather. Kara flexed and constricted her vocal cords like she had practiced to get that perfect heavy masculine southern drawl.

“You got a perdy mouth boy,” she said menacingly.

“Built in voice changer?” Nathan smiled, “Impressive, bet it comes in handy at the drive thru. No hard feelings, I just want to record my bike is the best.”

A yellow light started flashing. The bikers all pulled up to the line in various spots. Nathan put his helmet back on and walked his bike back and pulled his into the outermost lane.

“He must be cocky,” Kate said over the headset, “None of the bike’s should be a problem, but a few of the boys have arrest warrants for ‘unsportsman like conduct’ shall we say.”

Kara snorted twice into the microphone to let Kate know she agreed without speaking. The light tree in front of the starting line had red, yellow, green lights and three blue lights. The first blue light turned on and the red light came on. Around her the riders kicked on their engines. They set their gears as the yellow light came on, and they hit the gas as the green light flicked on. Kara waited till the count of three before she hit her throttle and quickly shot from the back to the front of the pack as they approached the first turn. Kara slide to the outside and hit the throttle, leaning in hard bringing the bike around and passing all the other racers. Only Nathan who was in the middle of the track was close to her. Kara knew she could easily beat him if she went to the inside of the turns but something told her to brag about her bike from the outside. The straight at the end of the track was short and soon Kara was turning again her lead on Nathan in his yellow and black super bike growing. As they came around the second turn Kara had a lead on Nathan. Nathan throttled up for the straight a way to take the lead… Kara smiled under her helmet. As the third turn came up, Kara throttled up and leaned into the turn. Nathan turned and throttled up. Kara was still inching forward ahead of Nathan. As they pulled into the next straight away, Kara was in a half bike lead. Kara pulled into the fourth turn a half second before Nathan. She was out of the turn three fourths of a second faster than Nathan. She pulled ahead further as she pulled across the line and started the second lap. Nathan tried to catch up but in each straight-away and turn the black motorcycle with the grey skull and red X pulled further and further ahead. Kara was double bike lengths ahead as she came around the last turn on the last lap. Nathan was in the inside line now but still behind.

“Batgirl is needed,” Kate’s voice came over the headset, “Some sort of armored car is breaking into the Citi Bank branch in the center of town.”

Kara slammed the brakes and stopped a foot short of the finish line and backed up, up and down the ramp specially built for her and her Red X bike. It was a miracle that she didn’t crash into the other racers behind. Kara drove off to another alternate batcave.

“Fuck!” Nathan shouted as pulled his bike off to the side.

He had wanted to beat the Red X, but he won by default as Red X just stopped racing and ran off.

*

“Well this is anticlimactic,” Batgirl said as she landed next to Oracle.

“Sorry, but they had an unsecure Bluetooth connection,” Oracle smiled.

The armored car was on it’s side after having tried to turn and back up over an abandoned sports car. The police were pulling up with patrol carbines locked and loaded. The would-be bank robbers decided to surrender rather than have a shootout.

“How was the race?” Oracle asked.

“Could have won, but I let the host have the win,” Batgirl shrugged.

*

Kara walked into the kitchen. She scratched her side as she made her way to refrigerator. She poured her a glass of water and took a deep breath.

“Something wrong?” Bruce’s voice shattered the quite darkness.

“I found out who was behind the race tonight,” Kara said, “I let him win… I can’t help it, I feel like I made a mistake and it is going to come back to haunt me.”

“Remember how I use to watch Star Trek with Dick?” Bruce asked.

“Yeah,” Kara shrugged.

“One of the alien species had a saying,” Bruce said, “it was ‘no good deed goes unpunished’. I don’t believe in that.”

“Right,” Kara said.

“But every action taken starts an unpredictable chain reaction of events that spin off from that one action,” Bruce said, “We will see what happens in time.”

“How is Svenson Engineering and Engines related to Nathan Finch?” Kara asked.

“Nathan has forty percent of the stock in the company and is their top engineer,” Bruce said, “Svenson is the money man who built the factories to support Finch’s R and D lab.”

“How did it go with Jason?” Kara asked.

“He worked his anger over loosing the money for the topless video of you out,” Bruce sighed.

“Pimps?”

“Drug dealer trying to hook some kids,” Bruce shrugged.

“Get some sleep,” Alfred’s voice boomed into the kitchen, “And stop making a mess of my kitchen!”

“Yes Grandpa!” Kara shouted back, “Night Bruce.”