The O'Toole's check in on the mayhem so far

The Stark Manor, New York City

“I guess I should consider myself lucky for being ignored as a relic,” Steve Rodgers smirked.

“Yes you should,” Tony put hand on shoulder of the Captain America uniform.

“Defiantly,” Dick Grayson added.

“Extremely,” Kate Kane added.

“Absolutely,” Diana added.

“It wasn’t that bad,” Tigra purred in the lap of the former Catman.

“You were biased because you got to rock your fur and gimp,” Tony barked.

“True,” Tigra purred, “You were adorable Tommy.”

Dick rolled his eyes and went back to the coffee Pepper had brought him. Diana shuttered again.

“You want the good news?” Kate Kane asked.

“There is good news?” Steve asked.

“Dick is now the Batman with Bruce and Selina’s blessing, and we are all fully funded,” Kate said.

“What?” Tony asked.

“Alfred is free to go do what he wants,” Dick said, “and the Justice funding will continue unabated. Fox is directed to continue supplying us.”

“We aren’t even kicked out of the Manor,” Kate said, “But upstairs is getting new dress code requirements…”

“Please tell me it is latex fetish,” Tigra giggled.

“You’re pychic Tiger,” Dick rolled his eyes.

*

Wayne Manor, Gotham City

“YES! GIVE ME YOUR CREAM CATNIP!” Selina bellowed in extacy.

Selina’s latex clad ass was perched up on the vanity with her legs hooked around her ****’s waist as the grey rubber cat gimp pumped his cock into her pussy with a rhythm of Speed Metal Drummer. The fact that his arms were secured behind him in a heavy black rubber bodage sleave and his feet were held apart did not hinder the obedient love **** as the former hero pumped the felonious Feline Femme Fatal with pleasure in her pussy.

“YES!” Selina roared as a shaking ran it’s course up and down her body, “MOAR!”

“Yes Mistress,” Bruce meowed submissively.

*

The Former **** World… (Name still pending)

“Harder Archy!” Barbara moaned.

‘Archy,’ as Barbara had taken to call the former criminal master mind called Arcade, pumped her ass as hard as he could. The thrusts bounced Barbara up and down on the strapon dildo mounted on the mechanical Harley Quin gyniod sex bot.

*

Clint’s safe house…

“This is nice,” Carrie said as she signed the phrase with her hands.

“Thanks,” Clint smiled, “I was hoping you would like it.”

Carrie blushed as she finished her mouth full of the old family recipe meatballs. She leaned in to kiss her lover.

“You spoil me Master,” Carrie whispered as she kissed Clint.

“I am not spoiling you,” Clint said when the kiss broke, “You are going to need all the energy you can, because tonight I am going to use my Cupie Doll to your utmost limits.”

“Oh” Carrie cooed.

*

Clint’s safe house…

In the shadows beyond the tangible world, Fiona and Kayleigh played with the suspenders attached to their green tutus. The red haired O’Toole cousins had examined the things that Tina had done…

“I still think it is rather slutty for Jean to be screwing the younger clone of herself…” Kayleigh snickered.

“Too bad Emma dismantled that glory hole,” Fiona said.

“But on the bright side,” Kayleigh giggled, “It means we have a chance to play with that frigid bitch ourselves…”

“I like how Kitty has turned the famous bat into her bitch,” Fiona smirked.

“Oh and that Brit-sy Bradock! I can’t wait to take her down a notch too!” Kayleigh squeeeed.

“But first…” Fiona leaned over and whispered in Kayleigh’s ear for dramatic effect.

“To the liquior store!” Kayleigh shouted!