The attack

Oliver and Kara’s combined teams stood on top of Queen Consolidated. Soon, they would spread out along the parade route that would end at the new Star City Municipal Stadium. Curtis, dressed as Mister Terrific, stood behind the group as they all looked toward the start of the parade. “So, where is this guy that Batman was supposed to send anyway?”

“Here,” a voice said directly behind him, so close the speaker had practically whispered in his ear.

“What the fuck, man!” Curtis yelled as he practically jumped out of his skin. He stumbled and fell onto his ass as he tried to spin to see who had spoken and jump away, all in one motion. The others spun, and for a brief moment, there was complete silence as they looked at Curtis sitting on the roof of the building and at a costumed stranger standing in front of him, an amused smirk on his face as he held out his hand to Curtis, before they began to laugh.

“Sorry about that,” the man said as Curtis slowly took his hand and the man pulled Curtis to his feet. The stranger was almost as tall as Oliver, with short black hair. He wore a black mask around his eyes, similar to Oliver’s. The top of his suit was made of dark red Kevlar reinforced by a titanium tri-weave with short dark green sleeves. On the left side of the chest was a large yellow R in a black circle. A black cape lined on the inside with dark yellow flowed gently in the wind behind him. His forearms and hands were covered in dark green bracers and gloves. A retractable bo staff hung from his belt at his right hip. He wore black pants with a single dark green stripe running down the outside of each leg, and he wore dark green boots and greaves that protected his shins.

“How did you do that?”

“Training, practice, patience, and taking advantage of all of us looking the other way,” Kara said as she and Oliver moved past their combined teams.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself, Angel,” Oliver said, allowing himself a rare smile while in his uniform. “Oliver Queen, Green Arrow.” The two shook hands.

“Kara Queen, Supergirl,” Kara said, introducing herself as she shook hands with the man.

“Pleasure to meet you both. Tim Drake, Robin.”

“Can you tell us anything else about Joker’s target?” Oliver asked once the rest of the introductions were made.

“It’s definitely the parade. We’ve found evidence that he’s taken the time to build a float of his own.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Bright Star asked with a raised eyebrow. Robin simply turned and gave an unreadable look to the future daughter of Green Arrow and Supergirl. “Okay, you're not kidding.”

“Any idea what this float might look like?” J’onn asked.

“Not exactly, but going on what Batman, Oracle, and I have come up with, I’d bet on it being pink and large.”

“That’s not a lot to go on,” Alex said, crossing her arms in frustration.

“We’ve got a lot of smart people here,” Robin said with a shrug. “Batman and I have stopped the Joker while we had less information. I’m sure if we work together and keep our eyes open, we’ll stop him.”

An hour later, they were spread out they were spread out along the parade route, keeping out of sight. As the parade passed their positions, they would silently follow along the route. The parade was getting close to its end, and there hadn’t been a sign of Joker. “Guys, I hate to ask this, but could we have gotten this wrong?” Felicity asked. She had been monitoring the parade from the bunker on the live TV feed, by hacking into Star City’s municipal CCTV system, and by hacking several cell phone cameras along the route. “I mean none of these floats are pink. I wish we had some idea of what the frak we are looking for.”

“Oh wow, this is quite the unique ending to the parade," one of the newscasters providing commentary on the parade’s live coverage said in obvious confusion.

“Yeah, I wonder why that float’s coming from the opposite direction?” Felicity quickly turned her head to look at the monitor showing the live coverage. The screen showed a float that looked like a giant pink multi-tiered cake, surrounded by a small army of clowns dancing to Prince’s Party Man. On the top tier, two supports that looked like large candles held up a large banner that read “Happy Opening Day, Star City Municipal Stadium!” An obvious word play on it being the opening of the new stadium, and the opening day of baseball season. Under the banner, Joker was wildly dancing and throwing out fistfuls of money to the crowd. “Never mind,” Felicity said flatly.

“Everyone move in,” Green Arrow ordered as he slid down a zip line arrow from a nearby building, still preferring to keep his Kryptonian Powers a secret. As he slid down, he scanned the float with his X-ray vision. “No sign of Kryptonite or Smilex.”

“It’s gotta be somewhere,” Supergirl said as she and Bright Star swooped in toward the parade from high above. Supergirl looked over her shoulder at her daughter from the future. “Mia, be patient and think.”

“I know, Mom, I know. You and Dad have been lecturing me for like ten years.”

“Judging by the recent Metallo incident, I’d say we haven’t driven the point home.” Even through his voice modulator, Oliver’s half-sarcastic tone was crystal clear.

“Queen Family, can we please save the family squabble for later and worry about why Joker and his clown army are partying like it’s 1999?” Felicity asked as the group began to engage the clowns as Joker watched, laughing from the top of the float.

“So,” Robin said as he used his bo staff to block an aluminium baseball bat that one of the clowns had swung at him, then kicked the clown hard in the gut. He then extended his staff to its full length, swept the lugs out from under a second clown that charged at him, then knocked the clown out with a quick hit toward the front of the right side of the clown’s jaw. “Yours does puns?” he asked as he watched Spartan dodge one clown’s attack, which sent him stumbling into a looping swing of Robin’s staff. Spartan then captured another clown in a clinch, pulled the clown off balance, and knocked him out with a well-placed knee to the soft underside of his chin.

“Sometimes,” Spartan replied as he and Robin continued to fight through the clowns while covering one another. “Sometimes I wonder if she realizes she does it. Just wait until you meet Cisco.”

Working together, the combined team quickly took down the army of clowns and now stood at the base of the cake. Robin, however, had used the chaos of the battle to slip away and circled behind the float. Joker stood on top of the float, looking as if he didn't have a care in the world. Joker quickly flicked his right hand out, then pulled it back, similar to the way a magician would to make the card tucked up his sleeve appear in his hand, but instead, what appeared was a slim metal tube with a bright red button on top of it. Joker’s grin grew even more grotesque.

“Fuck, detonator,” Oliver thought. He resisted the urge to blast Joker with heat vision, but he didn’t want to risk the clown pressing the switch in a final reflex. “Damn it, how did I miss that?” Oliver slightly wondered.

"I just love a parade; they put a smile on…” Joker was cut off in mid-sentence when Robin’s bo staff slammed down on his wrist, forcing him to drop the detonator. Just as quickly, Robin moved in front of Joker, pushed the center of his staff against Joker’s throat, and swept his legs out from under him. When Joker fell, Robin pinned him to the top of the float. In an instant, Green Arrow, Supergirl, and Bright Star stood behind him. A faint glint on Joker’s throat, just below where Robin’s staff pressed against. It was then that Robin noticed that what little flesh which could be seen through the top of Joker’s Jacket and shirt looked normal, and not bleached white.

“It’s not him,” Robin said as his eyes narrowed.

“What?” Bright Star asked in disbelief.

“It’s not him,” Robin repeated. He pressed his hand to Joker’s cheek and forcibly rubbed it once. When he pulled his hand away, his glove was stained white.

Before anyone could say anything else, there was a loud explosion that shook the area violently. The heroes turned and saw the new stadium was burning and a thick coil of black smoke was rising into the sky.

Hours later, Kara, Oliver, Alex, Kelly, Mia, Harleen, and Tim were all in the living room of Queen Manor. Liza would be arriving soon with Esme. Every one of them was currently focused on the massive TV, which showed CatCo’s coverage of the bombing of the new stadium and the casualties: hundreds of people, and counting, killed. Thousands more injured.

Moments later, a young girl with long brown hair ran into the living room with Liza Danvers close behind. She laughed as she jumped onto the love seat where Alex and Kelly sat. The girl laughed wildly and called both women Mommy. She then ran to where Oliver and Kara sat.

"Hi, Uncle Ollie," she said happily.

"Hey there, Squirt, whatcha up to?" Oliver asked as he began to tickle her, making her laugh. The sight of this made Kara laugh as well. Even though the events of the parade happened only a few hours before, to Kara, it felt like the first time she had laughed in years.

When Oliver stopped tickling her and her laughter died down, Esme's eyes settled on Kara. She slid off Oliver’s lap and onto Kara's. "Aunt Kara, why are you sad?"

"You know," Kara paused to softly kiss Esme's forehead, "Sometimes I forget how smart you are. We tried to stop someone from hurting a lot of people, but we couldn't." Esme looked at Kara and then wrapped her arms around her. "Thanks, kiddo, I needed that hug."

"You're welcome, Aunt Kara," Esme said as she pulled away from Kara and settled back onto her lap. It was then that she noticed two people she didn't know. One was a man with short black hair dressed in a Gotham Rogues T-shirt and jeans. The other was a blonde woman with long hair that fell in gentle waves down her back. She was dressed in a dark green T-shirt and jeans that had stylish tears along the front of the legs. Esme got off Kara’s lap and made her way to the pair. "Hi, I'm Esme. Are you friends with my mommies and Uncle Oliver and Aunt Kara?"

"We are," Tim said slowly. Even before becoming Robin, Tim had an analytical mind. Bruce had trained and sharpened that mind in ways Tim didn't even think were possible. His instincts told him there was something special about the little girl. Tim leaned forward slightly and smiled warmly at her. "I'm Tim," he said as he slowly extended his hand.

After shaking the man’s hand, Esme turned to the woman again. “It’s you who feels like Aunt Kara and Uncle Ollie. Why do you feel like them? Are you his girlfriend?” The questions came in rapid-fire fashion.

“What, what, no… uh we just met…” Mia replied. Oliver smirked with amusement a moment before he felt Kara nudge him gently with her elbow. They had both seen the slight blush that washed over their daughter’s face.

“Esme, honey,” Kelly said gently, getting her daughter’s attention. “Do you remember how Barry and Iris have kids from the future that come and visit?”

“Yes,” the girl said, nodding her head.

“They were the ones who helped at Aunt Kara and Uncle Ollie’s wedding,” Kelly said as she silently wondered how to approach the next part. Before she could, Alex spoke.

“This is the second woman who was with Iris and Bart. Esme, she’s your cousin from the future, Uncle Ollie and Aunt Kara’s daughter. Her name's Mia.”

For a few minutes, Oliver watched as Kelly and Alex played with Esme, and Liza began talking to Mia, getting to know her future granddaughter as if it were completely normal. All the while, he kept an eye on Kara. She was still brooding over their failure to stop Joker.

“If you’ll all excuse me, I think I’ll take a shower,” Oliver said as he stood. He made his way to the staircase and began the climb to the top floor of Queen Manor.

Two minutes later, Kara watched as Mia and Liza continued to talk with a smile on their faces. Despite what had happened, moments of small quiet peace like this helped make her life as Supergirl worth it. "So, it doesn't bother you, me calling you Grandma, I mean? Mia asked, and Kara nearly giggled at the look of uncertainty on Mia's face.

"It’s how you know me," Liza replied with a shrug. "I might not have given birth to your mom, but I love her all the same, and since she is your mom, that does make me your grandma."

Kara's phone vibrated on the end table near her. She looked at it and saw a text from Oliver. "Red sun dungeon. Ten minutes." Kara read it and sent a reply.

"What about Harleen?"

"You need the direction, not her. Eight minutes."

Six minutes later, Kara entered the bunker, then used the hidden passage to the secret red sun dungeon. As soon as she entered it, just like with the power-cancelling collar, she felt her powers fade away. The dull red lightning gave the dungeon a warm and welcoming atmosphere that was somehow wonderfully intimidating at the same time.

Oliver stood in front of her; he had changed into a pair of black leather pants and boots, leaving his upper body bare. On his head was a black leather executioner's mask that left his mouth visible. "You're early." An eager smirk formed on his lips as he began to circle Kara. She stood perfectly straight, head slightly bowed. She didn't move her head, but followed him with her eyes as much as she could.

"I know better than to keep you waiting, Master." It wasn't a statement of arrogance.

"Yet, apparently, you haven't learned to question me. As evident by your questioning of me summoning you here alone." Oliver stopped circling her, coming to a stop in front of her. He reached out and gently gripped her chin. “Do you think you should be punished for questioning me, Kara?”

“Only if you do, Master.” Oliver tightened his grip and pulled her closer to him, making Kara gasp in surprise.

“Yes or no, Kara.” His tone carried the extra weight of command that he didn’t use in the field. It was something special that he hadn’t used when Harleen was with them. It was a tone reserved only for her.

Kara bit her lip, feeling a sudden rush of dampness between her legs that threatened to soak her silk panties. “Yes, Master, I should be punished.”

“Strip.” Kara licked her lips and began to unbutton her shirt, her fingers moving with effortless grace, revealing the dark pink silk bra beneath. She removed the shirt, folded it neatly, and placed it on the floor. Her bra soon joined it, and was then followed by her shoes, socks, jeans, and dampened panties. She stood as she had before. Perfectly straight, head bowed slightly, and arms at her side. “Kneel, head to the floor, arms out in front of you, one hand over the other.”

“Yes, Master,” Kara replied, already sinking to her knees. When she was in the position he had ordered, it left her back arched and her ass exposed and vulnerable.

The sound of Oliver’s boots thudding on the floor of their most private sanctuary seemed to come in perfect rhythm with the heavy, excited beating of her heart. He made his way to a selection of floggers, quickly choosing one with long tendrils made of soft velvet—the perfect tool to begin with. Instead of outright pain, the soft tendrils would spread a welcome warmth through her body. “Safe word.”

“Kryptonite, Master.”

He began using the flogger on her back and her raised ass. Slowly and gently at first. Then constantly and consistently adding speed and force. When he neared the limit of his still considerable strength, at least by human standards, Kara began to softly moan. Not from pain, but from the intense yet pleasurable heat the soft velvet tendrils spread through her body. She had paid attention to Oliver’s rhythm and shifted slightly between the now rapid lashes. Not to try and get away, but to allow access. Moving to expose the area of her body she believed Oliver would target next.

“Up,” he ordered when he was satisfied with her warm-up. Kara rose with fluid grace and once again stood with her arms at her side. He took her arm and led her over to the Saint Andrew’s Cross and placed her on it so she faced outward. Once she was secured to it, He then went to two of the many drawers lining one of the walls. From the first, he took a particular set of nipple clamps. This set had a longer chain that hung down from the center of the shorter chain that connected the two clamps. At the end of the extra section of chain was a third clamp, meant for the clit. The second item he grabbed was a pattern wheel. He stopped as he went back to her and grabbed a riding crop. Kara looked at the clamp with wide eyes and licked her lips as Oliver held one of the clamps close to her right nipple. “Breathe.”

He slowly closed the clamp around her nipple, then slowly tightened it by turning the small dial. “Rao, yes!” Kara thought as she softly moaned and let out a long breath as the rubber-coated teeth bit into her nipple. The Process was repeated with the left nipple and then her clit. When the rubber-coated teeth bit between her legs, Kara squealed, and her knees buckled. The only thing holding her up was the Saint Andrew’s Cross.

“Too much?”

Kara quickly shook her head. “No. No, Master. Keep going.”

“Are you sure? There is no shame in using your safe word, Angel.” His words and tone were kind and loving, making Kara’s heart flutter.

“I’m sure, Master.” Oliver nodded at her assurance and stood, riding crop in hand. He began to use the crop over her breasts, her stomach, and between her thighs. Each slap of the soft leather tab left a small mark and radiated a lingering sting. All the while, Kara kept her blue eyes locked on Oliver.

When he finished with the riding crop, Oliver pulled the pattern wheel from the back pocket of his leather pants. He began moving it over her body. Each movement of the wheel brought a sharp prick of pain from the points of the wheel, despite the featherlight pressure that Oliver applied, so as not to break her skin. The pins of the wheel kissed her perky breasts, her nipples only spared due to the clamps. When he moved them across her toned stomach, her toned muscles contracted slightly each time one of the sharp points met her flesh.

“Stay still,” he said softly as he reached for her inner thighs. Each movement of the wheel was exquisite torture for the beautiful Kryptonian. Each time the pins of the wheel kissed her most tender flesh, Kara moaned, mewled, or squealed in delight. Each reaction was like music to Oliver’s ears.

When Oliver finished with the wheel, he placed it, the riding crop, and the riding crop back in their places. But he wasn’t done. He gathered three lengths of silk rope. He then released Kara from the cross, only to lead her to the bondage table, standing her face on one of the two long sides. He gently bent her over the table with her hands out in front of her. He used one of the ropes to tie her hands together with one end, and tied the other end to the cross bar beneath the far end of the table that ran between the two legs. He then used the other two ropes to tie each of her ankles to the two legs of the table on her side of the table.

“First, you need another little warm-up.” His right hand went to her ass. Kara closed her eyes, let out a soft sigh, and relaxed onto the table as much as her bondage allowed. The feel of Oliver’s callused hand on the soft flesh of her ass was a reassuring presence. He began to spank her. His hand moved fast, and he slowly built to about half of what he was capable of. This may have still been something of a punishment for Kara; he didn’t want to push her.

After several minutes, her ass was a lovely shade of pink and radiated a gentle warmth. He went to the wall that held a selection of implements, selecting a thin leather strap that was a little over a foot long, passed the handle, which was made of dark cherry wood and was about two inches wide. Oliver dragged the strap slowly down Kara’s spine, watching as her muscles tensed and relaxed. “I know you, Angel,” he said in a tone that was low and husky, sending a powerful wave of arousal through her body. “I know you’re holding in your frustration. Let it out.” Oliver tapped the strap against the gentle curve at the swell of her ass, then slowly pulled the strap back.

The wet-sounding slap of leather on flesh echoed through their sanctuary. Kara gritted her teeth, but relaxed further onto the table. All the tension that had been building in her body since the bombing began to fade away as a second lash landed, then a third, and a fourth. A single tear fell from Kara’s eyes and exploded against the dark leather padding of the bondage table. It wasn’t from the pain she felt from the strap. It was from the relief she felt.

“It wasn’t your fault, Angel,” Oliver said before the strap met flesh for the tenth time.

“I failed to save those people.”

“We failed,” Oliver corrected her as the strap landed again. “It was me that missed the detonator the fake Joker held. Now let it out.” Oliver began to use the strap fast while maintaining perfect control. Each lash sent waves of both pain and sweet relief through her. Then it stopped. Her ass burned like wildfire, but to her it was the most incredible feeling in the world at that moment in time. She felt the ropes holding her ankles in place loosen and vanish. It was the same with her wrists. “On all fours, head this way,” Oliver instructed, hitting the table with his hand on the narrow side to her left.

“Yes, Master.” Her voice was a mixture of sultry, husky need and a content sigh. Oliver removed his boots and the leather pants before climbing up on the table and taking position behind her. Using his left hand, he lined up his cock with her pussy. A wonderful wet heat enveloped him as he slowly pushed into her. Kara moaned loudly as her back arched, causing her hips to rise and her head to go back.

He gripped her hips and began to thrust hard. Every time their hips slammed together, the slap of flesh echoed through the dungeon, and waves of pleasure and slight pain from the continuous burning sensation intensified each time his hips met hers. Time became meaningless as Oliver claimed her. The feeling of his cock moving in and out of her core, hitting every sensitive spot she had pushed her further and further into the joy she felt in submitting to the man she loved. She felt Oliver’s pace change. He was close, and so was she.

“Master, may I please cum? Please master? Please, please?!” Initially, his only response was a series of grunts as he picked up his pace again.

“Cum for me.” Despite the effort she could hear in his tone not to cum himself, His pace became more frantic.

“Thank you, Master!” Her eyes rolled back, and her vision blurred as her body went rigid. Her insides gripped him like a warm, soft vice, and a moment later, she heard him groan as his hot cum began to fill her. When she felt his weight press against her, she slowly collapsed onto the table. He followed, turning them onto their right sides as he held her close, their bodies tangled in blissful afterglow. “Ollie, we’ll stop him, right? Joker, I mean.”

“We’ll stop him, Angel, together.”