So much shit happens

"So- This mask is supposed to make you immune to the earrings, how?" The Flash said to Bruce, "I mean, it just looks like one of your normal masks." He's holding the mask Bruce spent the past hour working on. Flipping it around, as if looking for something special to catch his attention. "Unless that's what you're going for! Fighting normal with normal; I like your tastes."

"No. From what I've seen there isn't any way to effectively be immune to the earrings effects."

"So then..."

"We've been looking at this all wrong." Bruce walked over to the Batcomputer and began typing. Soon he pulled up a screenshot taken from security footage in the Watchtower's own security room. Showing Wonderwoman, Zatanna, and Green Lantern sitting at the dark table, integrating the perverse boy. "Just like us, they knew of the earrings abilities; but they assumed that they'd be powerful enough to push through its effects. Obviously-" Bruce tapped a button, closing the picture. "That didn't work out for them, we've all seen what happened moments later."

"Yeahhh Bat's, you're only managing to make nervous." The Flash placed Bruce's mask unto the desk beside him. "What makes our attempt any different, we might end up just like they did!"

"For one. The boy hasn't displayed any form of homosexual advances. So you and I shouldn't have to be worried on the front. And second." Bruce walked over to where Flash placed down his mask. "We have the privilege piggybacking off of Zatanna's initial attempt. Going for him head-on is the best course of action."

"But-"

"But instead of trying to fight through the normality effect, we'll fight around it."

With a sigh and a spark of yellow lightning The Flash zoomed over to the couch near the back of the cave with a box of Captain Crunch cereal in hand.

"Okay, sure, whatever." *Crunch* "But what's your plan-B? Keep in mind we're on our own here; it'll take way too long to explain this to the rest of the league, and Circe and Supes both are missing in action."

"This is plan-B," Bruce said plainly.

"Excuse me?"

"This is plan-B."

"No, I heard you but then-" *Crunch* "What's plan-A?"

For a superhero, fighting the forces of evil becomes quite the standard past time. Villains jump them on the regular, they gloat, explain their plan, execute said plan to some degree; and in the end, the hero defeats the bad guy of the week and carries on with their life. Only for the same thing to happen again to some degree or another; obviously, the exact order and method all of this takes place very to some degree depending on the villain or hero that is in play. But the general gist stays the same.

Hero fights villain; villain gets defeated. Rinse and repeat.

At this point, even most villains are catching on to the fact that they're fighting a losing battle. The status quo has been set in stone for so many years; no matter how many might try and change it, it is always destined to be that way. And, deep down, everyone knows it.

For Hawkgirl, that makes this situation all the more embarrassing.

She got jumped, plain and simple. In layman's terms she-

Well, she got jumped.

Hard to dumb that down any more than it already is.

Granted, with the Watchtowers outlandishly advanced state of the art security system; It's easy to assume this is the one place you can relax without worrying about being attacked out of the blue. And it should be! It almost always is. There are a few instances where criminals have managed to do some severe damage to this place, and cause a fair amount of distress in the process. But those attacks have been significant and expected threats; meaning, the league, was able to see it coming and formulate a logical course of action to counter it.

Very rarely has the league had a coordinated **** from the inside, and while those type of attacks might put the league members in the most amount of danger- as the element of surprise is a deadly tool when used correctly - They also put the attacker in a risky situation, riskier the usual criminal affair. Surprising any reasonable person might accidentally cause them to do something that they wouldn't normally do, but attacking some of the universes most powerful heroes? That's the type of thing that should be thought over thoroughly before doing. Up here in the Watchtower is an entirely different chess board than the one down on the streets. Only some of the most cunning and mighty beings would attempt such feet.

Or maybe just someone who is demented as shit.

Being jumped by a villain, alone, could be explained; even though the current area of the attack was in the Watchtower. At least then, Hawkgirl could know that she lost to someone who was, indeed, a threat to be feared. But no, apparently she can't have that satisfaction. This whole situation was made even worse once her eyes landed on the person who managed to get the best of her.

Harleen Frances Quinzel. The Jokers second in command and crazed right side lackey.

Now how the hell did Harley Quinn manage to- No- No, now's not the time for questions.

Hawkgirl is quick to asses her current situation, dimly lit room- Small and confined- This must be the second janitorial closet on level-B since the last thing she can remember is walking down the hallway towards her resting quarters. Harley must've stowed herself away in the closet, waiting for her to pass by. And with the lightly sweet aroma spread throughout the room, plus the white cloth clutched in Quinn's grip; chloroform must've been used to knock her out and drag her in here.

Typically when Hawkgirl finds herself in situations such as this one, she'd continue to feign unconsciousness and wait for the golden opportunity to get the jump on her captor. But in this specific instance, that option isn't actually an option. Harley Quinn's looking directly at her, almost as if she expected the heroine to awaken.

That begs the question, why did she return to consciousness so abruptly? With the potent smell of chemical in the air, Quinn must've dosed her with a shit ton of chloroform. Enough to knock out even someone of Hawkgirl's caliber long enough to at least get out of Dodge. But since Quinn is still currently here, either whatever that screwball's trying to do is taking her longer than planned, or Hawkgirl somehow came to despite the amount of chloroform she inhaled.

But- How? That second option doesn't make too much sense... She might have the abilities of flight, super strength, and some form of invulnerability. But resistance to chemicals? No, not that she is aware of at least.

Harley must've been distracted by something... Could it possibly be the boy she's holding down? Nah- unlikely, he's so normal why would anyone waste time on him? But just like the Joker, Harley is known for being an oddball; who knows, she probably doesn't even stick her butt out when she bends down for shit. Crazy, but for Harley, crazy is the norm.

But what else would cause her to dawdle-

Hawkgirl eyes expanded as a thought jumped into her mind, but upon looking down, her fears were quelled. Okay, okay- that clown didn't touch her while she was knocked out. Her jumpsuit seems to be entirely intact, both the top and bottom piece look to be accurate to the way it was before she got jumped.

Unlike her fellow super-powered comrades, Hawkgirl's attire is much more- Concealed. She doesn't stride around flaunting what she's got; not that she's trying to put down her teammates in away way. They all wear what they wear for different reasons, some indeed might enjoy showing off, others could possibly find it to be comfortable. Wonderwoman's classic attire, for example, was passed down from her ancestors; she displays said clothing as a way to show appreciation to the people who were before her.

In Hawkgirl's case, she just doesn't relish in showing off. And while she does have more revealing variations of her current attire. She'll only use them if there's a valid reason to do so; and since there basically is no reason, that suit hasn't seen the light of day in a good while.

Even with a more restricted jumpsuit that only displays her toned midriff, Hawkgirl's fit Veniamin body is still prominently displayed. The material grips tightly to her form; every curve of her behind is shown any time she reaches downward for something. And with her sizable breasts pressing against the fabric of her top, a person only needs a semi-imaginative mind to visualize what she looks like underneath. If only there were some way to hold her breasts in place or at least cover her nipples; whenever she gets cold or aroused in the slightest, it becomes blatantly apparent and somewhat embarrassing for both her and those around her.

Yes, almost all women have to deal with this, so they wear thick close to avoid having their nips revealed. But for superheroines, or at least in Hawkgirl's case, she can't afford to fly around in puffy clothing; she needs to be agile and mobile at all times. Thicker clothing would only manage to slow her down. Though, problem-solving is kind of her thing, so she promised herself that after this whole event is done with she'd work on some type of clothing that could both conceal her nipples and prevent her breasts from moving around constantly.

She likes to sew in her off time.

All of that internal monologue took place within Hawkgirl's head in a matter of seconds; deciding there's no point in being covert about this, she figures nows the time to take down this clown.

With a swift and skillful flex, her back tightens and wings extend outwards, completely ripping apart the tight rope Harley used to bound her. Honestly, it was like taring apart sheet paper.

"Oh, poop sockets!" Harley gasps to herself, "This is what I get for takin' pity on ya!" Her gaze switches from Hawkgirl's now freed form back down to the boy she's currently holding against the ground with her knees. "Not makin' the same mistake twice, sorry sweety." Harley reaches into her tight pants and pulls out a pistol. "Shoot me an email from ya' afterlife!"

"No!" Hawkgirl shouts, extending her wings out she flies up towards Harley preparing the kick to the crook square in the jaw. But as she began to make the familiar attacking motion, the realization that her legs were still tied became apparent; with quick thinking, she twisted her body mid-air to tackle Quinn instead of the initial kicking plan.

"Eh!?" Was all Harley was able to mudder out before she was knocked away by the heroine. Causing the gun to fire inches from the previously pinned down boy's head.

Two women landed on top of each other on the ground, Hawkgirls firm behind ending up sitting right upon Harley's face. The clown immediately began to laugh, which with her face currently being buried between in Hawkgirl's buttcheek, well- it made it hard for the heroine to think.

The heroine tried to muster up a quip as she usually does, but the moment she began to speak a sudden urge to cough sprang up out of nowhere. She started gaging as if there's something within her throat, and lo-and-behold, seconds later a wad of gum sprang out of her mouth and onto her outstretched palm.

"What the hell?"

"Mmmhhhhhmmmhaahmm!" Harley continued laughing from beneath her.

Returning back to her current situation and ignoring the strange wad of gum. Hawkgirl struggled to ignore the tickling sensation in her ass as she frantically began searching all over the room for her signature mace. After finding nothing and coming to the conclusion that Harley hid it somewhere, Hawkgirl leaned forward to a sitting position; completely sitting on Harley's head for a second before the heroine shot her wings out again and flew into the air.

"Mmm- Hahahaha!" Harley continued giggling once Hawkgirl rose off of her. "Yah' got me good haha! Butcha' legs are tied little birdy!" Her smile immediately turned into a frown once she noticed Hawkgirl tied up legs falling back down towards her face. "Oh shi-"

*THUMP!*

Hawkgirl used gravity to drop on Harley's mug- Slamming it against the hard floor.

She then gracefully flipped back away from the criminal, noticing her lack of blabbing as a sign that she knocked Harley out cold.

Sighing to herself, Hawkgirl flew away from the clown and flicked her red hair out of her face. Reaching down to her tied legs she grabbed the rope keeping them together and broke it with general ease.

"Ahh, that takes care of that," Hawkgirl said, nodding to herself and patting down her tight jumpsuit. Turning around looking for the gun, her eyes widened once she noticed the kid on the floor; looking traumatized as hell, he was backed up against the far wall, staring at the gun that almost ended his life a few seconds ago. She honestly forgot the guy was here, he just seems so normal, as if he's apart of the background. "You okay kid?" Hawkgirl says, walking over to him, she leaned down to look him at eye level.

Or, what should be eye level, the kid wasn't looking her in the eyes as she is used to when talking to people she just saved. Since he was on the floor, and she had to lean down; she obviously couldn't bend her knees. So she leaned forward at a perfect 90°, causing her boobs to hang like pillars in the wind. Albeit, pillars contained within a tight top. And low in behold, the kid was eyes were transfixed on her hanging breasts. Not a big deal, he can stare if he wants, actually; the fact that he's blatantly gawking at her breasts means that he's not in any real pain. So luckily, she was able to save him in time.

But now that she knows the kid doesn't have any lasting pain, she has some questions for him that need to be answered.

But now, let's switch perspective back to our favorite perverted pervert. I mean, he's my favorite pervert, and since no one could ever disagree with me because I'm such an edgy and relatable guy, Sam must be your favorite too. And if you don't like him- well there must be something wrong with you; because as we are all well aware, my opinion is the right opinion, of course.

Shit! Fuck! Shit! Frick! Crap! Shit! I almost died! She nearly blasted my fucking face off I-

Okay, I'm beginning to believe Sam is just a little bitch, let's go back to Hawkgirl.

"I- I- I almost died, I thought I was invincible but-"

"You're okay," Hawkgirl said slowly, by this point she's used to conversing with traumatized civilians. "Do you have any idea what Harley was up to?" Odd's are the kid was just minding his own business walking throughout the Watchtower's halls when he came across Quinn, and subsequently got apprehend. But if there's even the smallest chance that he is aware of what's going on; any information, be that as minuscule as it might be, is useful information.

"Um- She-" The boy muttered, still staring shamelessly towards her breasts.

"Yeah?" She gently laid a hand on his shoulder, in an attempt to comfort him.

"She- Behind yo-"

*Thwack!*

Before Hawkgirl could react, she felt the pain that could only be described as being hit by an express train from behind. Then in a split-second, she was sent tumbling through the metallic walls of both the janitor's closet and through the outside wall of the open hallway. Ending up under a stack of hard rubble in Elongated Man's dorm room.

"Ughh-" *Cough* *Cough* "Sorry Ralph I- W- What am I even saying." *Cough* "He never shows up in here anyway, the room's practically empty." Hawkgirl says to herself as she struggles to recover from whatever hit her.

"I ain't lettin' ya' ruin Mistah' J's big day." Harley slowly walks out of the closet the open hole she just made, holding a massive red and black mallet adorned with a checkered pattern.

"Where in god's name did you-" *Cough* "Even get that hammer from?" Hawkgirl said, struggling to push the metallic debris off her.

"Oh, ya' see." Harley halts and reaches down to her tight spandex/pants to pull it outwards. "Aye can wedge a looot of- Eeek!" She ducks just in time as a metal sheet flies inches over her head. "Ey! I was explain-"

"Yeah, I don't care." Hawkgirl tosses up another chunk of metal, before catching it and throwing it at max speed towards Harley.

But this time, in Harley's case, expecting another attack she swung her mallet just in time to deflect it back towards the heroine, practically doubling its speed.

Hawkgirl ducked down and wrapped her wings around herself as a makeshift shield to block the countered projectile.

"How couldcha not care where aye get this crap from?" Harley mocks, "Ya' see, I even put your little ball on a stick in here." She reaches into her pants and pulls out Hawkgirl's mace. "Personally I think meh hammer is bettah but- Ahhhk!" Harley shrieked as the mace began to be encased in an electric aura, causing the clown to throw it away from her on instinct. Unfortunately for her, it landed right in the grip of Hawkgirl's hand.

"Appreciate you showing me where my mace was." Hawkgirl states as the weapon began to glow white as electric current flows along her body. "Real nice of you."

"Oh phooey, that ain't fair, aye didn't know your weapon could glow! Trade back?"

"No."

Hawkgirl's mace began to glow, she tightens her grip on the staff and closes her eyes. An electric bubble begins to flow around her, and the weapon, as she re-opens her eyes, said bubble expands in an electrical explosion; evaporating the debris around her, allowing her to fly back up on her feet. This time with glowing white eyes and an equally menacing glowing mace.

"Oh, now the tables have definitely turned," Hawkgirl said with a grin.

"Ey now! Heh-" Harley began backing up slowly, dragging her mallet along the floor with her opposing hand in waving in the air frantically. "Watcha so mad about? All I did was-"

"Don't even try. You jumped me and did god only knows what while I was out cold. And you even attempted to kill a normal-"

"What! Aye didn't do anything to yah,' scout's honor!" Harley places her free hand on her chest in enfaces.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"Then why did I have your gum in my mouth? Before you jumped me I definitely was not chewing on any gum of the sort."

"I waz just chewing on gum and made out withcha while you were asleep to share it. Promis! Nothing weird." Harley's eyes were glued to the glowing weapon.

Hawkgirl halted, furrowing her brow, and licked her lips idly "Oh, I- I guess that would be a normal thing for you to do... Huh, well-"

*Bang!*

Harley reached into her pants and pulled out another pistol in record speed, firing a single bullet towards Hawkgirl's head. But the bullet didn't make it far, as it fizzled with an electric spark mear feat away from Hawkgirl and bounced to the ground.

Hawkgirl merely looked at the bullet on the floor with disinterest. "You're gonna need more than that."

"Really? Okie, I gotz a lot more!" Harley pulled out another pistol from her pants and begins rapid firing both guns towards Hawkgirl in quick succession.

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang*

Hawkgirl stood utterly motionless, waiting for Harley to realize that none of the bullets are getting past her electric field.

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang*

After half a minuet of continues fire, Hawkgirl sighed. "How long are you planning on doing this?"

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang*

"Seriosly-"

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang*

"None of us are getting anywhere."

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang*

"Alright enough of this." Hawkgirl took one step forward and immediately slipped on all the fallen bullets below her. "Crap.."

"Ah-Ha!" Harley cried as she suddenly dashed towards the heroine.

Hawkgirl extended her mace out and shot an electric blast towards Harley, but the clown jumped over the attack gracefully.

In the air, Harley tossed her pistols towards Hawkgirl's face, both guns hitting their mark, causing the heroine to wince.

Using this short moment of hesitation, she landed behind Hawkgirl and pulled out a second Mace; drawing the hammer back she prepared for a second swing.

Hawkgirl, having recovered just in time, stretched her wings out and flew up high, causing Harley to miss the swing entirely and stagger due to its weight. The heroine directed her mace towards the clown and sent another blast of energy Harley's way.

A blast which Harley wasn't able to doge in time after completely missing her hammer swing.

The energy beam hit Harley square in the chest, sending her flying through the hole she made before and landing in Elongated Man's room; the same place Hawkgirl was moments earlier.

Hawkgirl didn't give Harley a chance to get her barrings and flew in at max speed; forcing the villain down by keeping an elbow below her throat.

"Okay!" *Cough* "Okay! Ya' got me!" *Cough* *Cough* "I give, I give!" Harley sputtered from below Hawkgirl.

"Yeah sorry, I just don't trust you," Hawkgirl said, raising her mace and letting glow. "This is going to hurt a bit, but when you wake up, you'll be in a nice prison cell."

"Ugggk, this is what I get for not shootin' yah when I had the chance..." *Sigh* "Welp, drastic times calls for drastic measures."

Hawkgirl's eyes narrowed, as the electricity circling around her mace grew stronger. "Don't try anything."

"I'm totally not hun! Juss, would you be a doll and not look behindcha?"

The red hair on the back of Hawkgirl's neck rose as she craned her head backward.

"Haha! Knew yah would look!"

Hawkgirl spun back to the clown with lightning speed but froze when she saw what was in Harley's hand. It was a simple red button, held in her leather-gloved hands; thumb resting right over the switch.

"You-"

"Eyyy! Don't try anything, or I'll set off the explosive I placed in that there room behind yah."

Explosive? That's what she's doing — placing explosives across the ship. If she were to set them off during the open expo, the Justice League's reputation would plummet tenfold! Not only that, but the innocent guest's lives would be put in tremendous danger.

"H- Harley," Hawkgirl spoke slowly. "Don't do this, just drop the button and-"

"Okay."

Harley let go of the button letting it fall towards the floor.

Okay, I know how I was always talking about how my devious and perverted actions would eventually come back to bite me in the ass. And honestly, I did expect it to happen eventually. But- Well- Now that it did happen- I just want my life to go back to normal!

I'd gladly give up these earrings and go back to my boring life, if that means not dying here and now. Now, I know I know. That's a bold thing for me to say. Well, I mean it! Once you get this close to losing your life, you begin to realize just how much you want to live.

What makes this whole circumstance even worse is that I could probably get myself out of this mess easily if I weren't such a fucking idiot. These earrings are powerful enough to affect the mind of an Amazon goddess without her even realizing. Yet I can't get a B-tier villain off my back when I actually need to use the earrings for something other than beating my meat. It's pathetic, pathetic as hell. Just proves the fact that when the going gets tough, this man gets stuck.

I slowly rose to my feet and walked over to the hole Harley made when she bitchslapped Hawkgirl with her mallet. I saw her pull that massive thing out of her pants, it doesn't make any logical sense how she managed to fit it in there in the first place, but I digress.

Now, Harley is hot, Hawkgirl is hot. And as a simple man, I'd love to have them both to myself; the problem is, they're currently brawling at the moment. And I could barely get the earrings to effect Harley crazy brain when she wasn't attempting to kill someone, so trying right now probably wouldn't get the results I'd want.

Shame too, from this point of view, Harley ass swaying in the wind looks sexy as fuck; I mean, yeah, she's currently walking towards Hawkgirl with a giant hammer. But that doesn't make her any less appealing. And seeing Hawkgirl fly around before- Holy shit! Her outfit is obviously trying to be more conservative, and if it weren't for me removing bras, it might just be. But without a bra, the tight jumpsuit only manages to show every inch of her form, almost as if she were outright naked! Usually, the only part of her body my mates at school rag on about is her fit waist that she does show off regularly, and her tight ass that presses against the fabric of her jumpsuit.

But sadly, my safest option would be to get out the chaos, and let the heroes do their jobs; besides, I should find my way back to the tour group, I'd feel much safer if I were under the watchful eyes of the Justice League.

I step back away from the open hole in the wall and walk through the working automatic door. But as I begin to leave I halt in place and take a second glance towards the two women fighting. Dam they're hot. Harley Quinn's trying to shoot Hawkgirl with her gun, but every pulled seems to be bouncing off some invisible electric field. Truthfully, I don't know much about superheroes; other than the fact that the female ones are hot, of course.

Holy heck! One of the bullets flickered and bounced away from Hawkgirl, landing right between Harley's cleavage! It's sitting there, perfectly stuck between two creamy white mounds. Fuck, I wish that were me! Not the person being shot at; the bullet laying in Harley's cleavage.

If I only just practiced more, and no- I don't mean rocking my socks off, that ain't the proper way to test. I promise, if I get out of this situation, I'll make sure I know every in and out of these earrings. Actually, I probably won't hold true to that promise, I mean even when Hawkgirl saved me from getting a bullet in my skull I couldn't help but stare at her hanging tits as she leaned forward. But you can't blame me! Getting rid of bras was one of the most amazing things I've done for the men of this world. Boobs are swinging left and right, and for the heroines and their action-packed lifestyles, their tits are continually moving with their own physics. Indeed, a genius move on my part.

It wasn't even hard, I just said it was normal for bras to not exist, and voila! All breasts were made free to bounce to their heart's content! It's especially titillating for those chicks who have some type of corset; like Harley! Without bras, their tits are regularly on the verge of bouncing out! If I could remove such an essential piece of clothing from all of existence without anyone being none the wiser, what could I not do? I mean hell, I even could-

I could-

I-

Shit-

Holy shit I'm such a fucking fool! I could get rid of every single explosive on this ship by just saying a simple sentence!

"It's normal for-"

*KABOOOOM*

Fuck, I've fallen, and I can't get up!

Or more like, I got propelled by an explosion that was set off behind me and now am stuck under a pile of metallic debris as a result which is preventing me from getting up.

Same thing no?

But seriously, I am in tremendous pain - like falling off the bed and landing on your fully erect dick type of pain. Ya'know that did happen to me once; you see I was-

FUCK!

Okay okay, now ain't the time to go on one of my little tangents I-

Goddam this hurts, the bomb went off behind me; had I of still been in the closet I might not even be currently alive! Who knew that fucking with superheroes could end up being so dangerous in the long run? Well okay, I did know, but I'm the type of guy who only gives a shit when shit goes down. But whatever, this is good- It's a wake-up call if you will. Maybe it's the fact that this rubble is crushing Little Willy with enough **** to prevent it from becoming its stiffy self. Or perhaps a sheet of metal smacked me on the head in the perfect spot to restore my common sense.

Either way, I am now a changed man. My perverse nature has become a thing of the past. It's time to start a new life, a better life.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

"Hellp! Haallllp!" I cried out like a bitch baby boy.

My entire body is trapped under multiple layers of heavy metal, and when I say entire body, I mean my entire body! I can't see shit; like being stuck in a pile of clothes. Except these clothes are hard a steel, and I'm pretty sure they're cutting off the circulation to my legs. Either that or my legs are entirely M.I.A.

"S- Somebody! Uhk- please!" My throat strained to make my voice heard, the fucking rubble must be muffling my voice.

Okay, Okay. Suck it up Sam, use your muscles; don't make all those hours at the gym go to waste!

You're gonna lift this Sam, you got this!

On three.

One.

T- F- Fuc-

Two.

Gah-

Three!

I begin to move my hands in an attempt to push myself out of the debris; the only problem is that the moment I slightly shifted my arm to the side a miniature avalanche of metallic scraps came crashing in. Majority of which managed to crush down on my chest even more so.

"Gaaaah! FUCK!" I am not suited for this, god; I should've actually gone to the gym before. I was lying to my own face just to boost my self-motivation. But who was I kidding, I've never been to a gym in my life. Unless you count taking secret pictures through the wide-open window facing the street, then yes; I have been to a gym.

I honestly would've gone at least once, but I heard this rumor about how some gyms have this 'secret membership' that gives certain people free-use to everyone else inside, or some shit; don't really remember the specifics. It's probably just some bullshit my mate at school made up to get to me, but who knows, there cou-

"Owwww! Ughhhh!" The debris is getting heavier by the minute, my time is running out! Where are the fucking superheroes!? Someone, anyone should be nearby! "Someb- Someone heeelp!!"

Hawkgirl! She was here. What, did she forget about me? I- Uh- How could she!? She knew I was in the room where the bomb was set off- Last time I checked Hawkgirl's a superhero, keeping citizens safe is kinda her thing. Why should she just forget about me!? I'm just like all the other people she saves, just a normal person in need of-

In-

Nee-

N-

.

.

.

Normal.

Shit! The fucking earring!

Hawkgirl must've forgotten about me because of the earrings normality effect.

Shit shit shit shit!

"Ha- Hawkgirl!" I shouted out in vain, "Shit balls! Goooooood, this hurts."

Okay, fuck it. I have an idea.

Slowly, and painfully, I moved my severely bruised hand to my left ear.

This better fucking work. It better!

*Click*

The earring fell off my ear, landing somewhere in the rubble.

"That could've gone better..." Hawkgirl mumbles to herself, as she lays under a mass of trash and junk that got tossed everywhere from the explosion. "And here I just wanted to relax, maybe watch a few minutes of Are You Smarter Than a Fith Grader; and go to the Q n A to answer some of the tourist's questions." *Sigh* Hawkgirl leans forwards and shoots her wings out, knocking all the junk off from her. "But I guess living a simple life isn't possible anymore."

Hawkgirl flies out of Elongated Man's room to see Level-B in-complete and under disarray. Water was spraying out off open pipes, multiple rooms were given knew entrances, or evaporated entirely. The light fixtures integrated into the ceiling and flor pannels are hanging out in the open, flickering and flashing; tiny electric sparks jumping around freely.

"Oh god-" Hawkgirl mouthed. With the size of this explosion, it would only take a couple more to knock this ship out of orbit. If another bomb goes off on Level-A or D, it might create a hole into open space! Luckily Level-B is in the center of the Watchtower, and strictly off limits to the guests.

And the guests, they're in grave danger; not just Harley planting bombs, if she's here the Joker isn't too far behind....

"Okay, alright. I can deal with this, Heh-" Wiping dirt out from her red hair, she begins looking down each path of the 'T' shaped hallway. "So- She couldn't have gone the way we came, that's too close to the explosion. So that leaves, left. And right." Hawkgirl looks down both directions. Actually, going left would lead to the private lounge; that whole area's basically dead-end. So that leaves, right.

"I'm coming for you, Quinn," Hawkgirl says to no one in particular before starting on her path down the wrecked hall.

But before she could make it far, something odd happened. Something, strange. She had to stop her forward momentum as to not stagger into something. Shaking her head, she blinked a few times. Upon re-opening her eyes and looking ahead, she felt as if a fog of some sort faded from her vision. Yet, everything looks exactly as clear with nothing standing out.

Weird.

Anyway, She's gotta find-

Wait-

Where the hell is that guy from earlier?!

I can feel my soul going up to heaven. Ah, this where I belong.

Wait-

No, no, I'm going down. Is that the weight of all this shit? Or just the weight of my countless devious deeds coming back to pull me to hell? Maybe I should close my eyes, and accept the sweet embrace of-

"Hello!? Come on, be here!"

"Huh?" Is that- My guardian angel!? I thought he left me years ago upon realizing how much of a cunt I was. "Over here!!" I Hollard from beneath the wreckage.

"What? Where?" The voice asked. "Oh, I think I found you! Hold still."

Yeah well, it's not like I could move around even if I were so inclined to.

In a couple of seconds, I was blessed with fresh air as the metal shit was pulled off of me. Light filled my vision followed by a slender figure with wings, it is my guardian angel! And here I thought I was pulling shit out of my ass, I tend to do that on occasion. Wait, no. It's Hawkgirl, which, I guess in this situation it still counts.

Her face looks that of genuine concern while she continued tossing the rubble off of me.

Oh thank god, my legs can breathe, my arms can breathe, my face can breathe, my crotch can breathe! I take a glance down to my legs as she uncovers them to see the damage that has been done. But to my honest surprise, they don't seem to be in such bad shape. There are a few scratches, and multiple spots with visible brushing, but nothing that can't be walked off; or more effectively, slept off. My arms seem to not be much worse for wear, it's going to ake like a motherfucker in the morning, but for now, I look to be an excellent shape for a guy who got hit by an explosion.

"Oh thank goodness!" Hawkgirl sighed after she removed the final piece of rubble. Leaning forward at a 90° angle she looked me in the eyes, studying me closely. Like, closer than she did before; as if she's actually seeing me for the first time. "Look I'm so sorry, I- I honestly forgot you were here for some reason. The wellbeing of everyone around me should always be put first and I- I don't know, it just felt like you were part of the background."

I was honestly too thankful for my life being saved to check out her tits as she leaned forwards. And when she extended her hand for me to grasp, I gladly took it.

"Do you have trouble standing?" She asked, studying me carefully.

"My legs feel sore as hell, but-" I stood up to my feet slowly, not needing to use her hand too much for balance. "I can stand fine."

"Great! But if you'd desire to I can carry you over to the infirma- Huh?" She was interrupted by me diving towards her and giving her a tight hug.

I know, I know, Sam what's up with you!? Well, look here! I was probably going to end up dead under that pile if it weren't for Hawkgirl here; yes, I am a jerk at heart, but I still have a heart. So, right now, I just want to show my appreciation.

Her large breasts pressed into me as I held her tightly. She slowly brought her own arms around my back and returned the hug; which caused her chest to press into mine some more.

"Oh, um, you're welcome," Hawkgirl said, with a sort of flushed look on her face. Her body felt a warm this close to me, and her skin was party moist due to what must be sweat.

This was intended to be an innocent hug, honest to god it was; but I can feel the outline of her nipples pressing into my chest; without bras, there's nothing other than her tight jumpsuit to keep our skin from touching. And of course my clothes, but whatever.

It legitimately only took five or so seconds for Lil Willy to come back into the action, and by now you should be aware of what that means. Willy began to grow large and upgrade into Big Billy; only managing to make me more aroused in the process, causing me to lower my face to the skin of her neck and breath in. Billy's thickness began to expand in between Hawkgirl's tighs, but before I could get more into the hug, she pushed me away.

"Okay! Okay! Enough of that, let's get you to the infirmary okay?" She said, flicking her hair back and licking her rather red lips instantly. "Follow me." She turned around and began walking away.

Holy shit, her ass! She has average breasts for a superheroine, which is still quite large, of course. But her butt, it's sticking tightly to the material of her jumpsuit bottom, the sweat she gained from her fighting only managed to cause her ass to be even more prominent. Shit, from this angle she looks to have the perfect hourglass figure, those fucking hips! Wide enough to give birth someday. Oh, I-

Fuck! I'm fantasizing of the woman who just saved my life?

Yes, yes I am.

I'm a horrible person, but I blame Big Billy! I was doing fine holding in my urges until he showed up, at least Lil Willy and I have a mutual relationship.

Fuck it, I'm going to take that ass in my hand!

Jogging up to her side I walk a little while behind her at the same pace, she idly glances back at me before turning back to look forward. The moment she looked away I said aloud, "It's normal for Hawkgirl to sway her hips side to side whenever she happens to be walking."

She looked behind her again, and said, "Yeah, of course, I do." And then instantly, her thick yet slender hips began to swing in the air with each step. Her tush kept on moving in a semi-hypnotic fashion, I could sense spittle beginning to form in my mouth at the arousing sight before me; it's like she's moving to her own personal beat. Her backside muscles retracting and stretching with each step and swing.

Wait, I can make this hotter.

"It's normal for Hawkgirl to place both hands on her hips as she walks," I say, and watch as she moves her hands from resting to her side, to placing them on her hips.

Oh hell yeah, she's looking like a runway model now; which might be for the best since with her looks she probably should've become one. Her whole body is moving to her own sexy rhythm, hips swaying side to side like they're possessed. But her dam wings, getting in the way; ruining the image.

"It's normal, that Hawkgirl raises her wings out to either side of her."

"Mmhm." She agrees, and moves her out wings outward, looking like an angel preparing to fly off into the air; yet, she's not. She's still sashaying side to side with her hands glued to her wide hips, with her wings extended. This is perfect fucking amazing, Hawkgirl's walking like an actual stripper; I wouldn't even call it walking. At this point, she's strutting her stuff, and I ain't going to start complaining. I don't think anyone with half a brain would.

We've almost reached an elevator by this point, I can't recall how long it took for us to get here since I was distracted by my entertainment.

But I ain't ready to go just yet.

"Whenever I ask Hawkgirl to show me her butt, she'll immediately forget my question and then proceed to pull down her pants and present her ass to me. She will stay in that position until I either slap her ass or tell her that I am done looking. She will then pull back up her pants and forget about the whole occurrence."

"Excuse me, what did you say?" Hawkgirl turned, to face me with a brow raised, her hands still glued to her hips even though she stopped walking.

"Erm- Nothing much, I was just wondering if you could show me your butt?"

"Ah-" Hawkgirl said before gaining a blank look, her face retracted to an expressionless expression. She abruptly began to lower her bottom, revealing her flawlessly slender legs that she continually keeps covered from the naked eye. Lowering it past her knees, she bent down and a perfect right angle, sticking her now bare backside out towards me. She then steps out of the discarded clothing and keeps it in her grip as she bends back upwards proceeds to lean against the wall, striking an erotic pose with an arm against the wall and the other resting on her pantless hips.

And hot dam are her hips are hot! Her bright pink panties are almost sinking in between the expanse that is her ass, I could easily pull it to the side to see what lies below, and I am very much tempted to do so. But first I should admire this angelic figure.

Walking closer, I stare at her from multiple angles, getting a good look from every spot. I gawk at her frozen form from below, maneuvering my face between her creamy thighs; and give her slender legs multiple sloppy kisses, slowly moving up with each peck until I eventually reach the underside of her meat-filled ass. Once I reached said ass I lean in close and inhale her natural aroma, there's something oddly satisfying about breathing in this heroine's personal and private sent, especially after her little action scene her posterior became quite warm; it's like a little heater, a warm pillow. I let out a sigh as I sit on my knees, resting my face against Hawkgirls behind, she continues to pose against the wall with a far-out look on her face.

I let one hand dance with her behind after I slip it under her pantie and begin searching her he holes; they're hidden quite well in her within her terrific tushie. My second-hand reaches up to get a nice hard squeeze of her tits, as I do consider myself a breast man deep down.

But as fate would have it, the moment my hand got a good grip on one of her juicy fruits, and my second hand was mear inches away from diving deep into her much so sacred snatch. There was a yellow flash, and before I could formulate a rational thought, I found myself on the floor, with a red boot on my chest pressing me down.

"Aww hell yeah! Plan-A was a success! Up high Bat's!" The Flash said from above me, a wide grin plastered on the section of his face that wasn't covered by a mask.

The elevator behind him began to open, and the man himself walked out with a slow calmness to him. It- It's fucking Batman! He glanced toward The Flash's raised hand for a second and ignored it. Instead, he asked, "Did you get the earrings?"

"Uh- yeah, check it out!" The Flash opened his palm to show the normality earring that was just on my ear second's ago. "We should've just done this from the get-go!" Flash then glances behind him to Hawkgirl, still frozen in place with her pants down; posed in place with dried spittle slowly flowing down her slender legs. "Cause it looks like he got his hands on Hawkgirl..."

"I see." Batman agreed, he paused while looking at her posed against the wall. "But right now, we need to deal with him," Batman said, looking directly towards me.

I couldn't do anything, but say-

"Shit."