The heroes move in

The combined teams of Kara and Oliver, along with Team Flash, stood on the elevated circular platform at the heart of the Bunker as Felicity and Leana worked side-by-side, pulling up all of the information they had on Joker’s current plan. Oliver, Kara, and Barry looked at the wall of screens, their eyes racing as they processed the information with superhuman speed.

“Felicity, Leana, this is everything we have, right?” Kara asked.

“Yeah,” Leana said with a sigh as she turned in her seat, stood, and smoothed out her purple silk shirt and black pants.

“Everything except for what Batman claims to have uncovered in Gotham,” Felicity added.

“You think he’ll actually show?” Curtis asked.

“I got twenty bucks on no,” Rene said with an amused chuckle.

“He’ll show, Kal gave me his word,” Kara said, giving Rene a slightly annoyed look.

“Is it just me, or has she gotten more broodie since she married him?” Rene asked, looking at Leslie.

“‘More broodie?’” Leslie asked, trying not to laugh.

“Yeah, now I’m just wondering when he’s going to be a bit more chipper,” Rene said as he gestured to Oliver. Oliver sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

“Oliver, you want me to give him a little zap?” Leslie said as she held up her index finger and let a small ball of electricity form at the tip. “Maybe I can jump-start his brain,” she added, shifting her gaze to Rene.

“As entertaining as that would be, I doubt it would do any good,” Oliver said, allowing himself to laugh, even just slightly.

“This is an entertaining bunch,” a voice said from across the room. Every set of eyes turned in the direction of the voice and went wide in shock at the sight of Superman and Batman standing side-by-side at the secret entrance that would lead out to the access road that cut through the grounds of the Queen Estate. It was clearly Superman who had spoken as he had a beaming smile on his face. Batman stood next to him, his grim demeanor betrayed only by the smallest of smirks on his lips.

After the initial shock passed, Oliver turned his head to Kara. “Kara, did you uh…” he began before pointing back and forth between his ears and hers.

“Nope,” Kara answered, slowly shaking her head and letting the P pop, almost comically. She then turned to Mia, who was leaning on the railing with a smile of her own. “Did you?”

“Are you kidding, Mom? I can’t even hear Uncle Bruce coming in my time.” Every eye went wide with shock again at Mia’s casual remark.

“Clark told me your future daughter was visiting. Safe to say who she takes after,” Batman said as she and Superman walked across the bunker and stepped onto the circular platform. Once he reached Felicity and Leana, he stopped and looked at the equipment with an appreciative eye before producing a small thumb drive from his utility belt. “I assume you don’t mind?” he asked, although his tone suggested it wasn’t a question.

“Um…a… no, no go a go right ahead,” Felicity babbled nervously as she and Leana slid their chairs aside.

“Hey, Dig,” Rene said quietly as he leaned close to the career soldier, “did she just say ‘Uncle Bruce ’?”

“Two people just snuck into our secret base without alerting three people with superhearing and a Martian who has telepathy,” Diggle began as he motioned to Kara, Oliver, Mia, and then to J’onn, “and that’s your question?”

“Actually, I was kind of wondering the same thing,” Superman said as he looked back and forth between Mia and Batman, not quite believing that someone other than Barbra, Alfred, Tim, Dick, or Selena would dare call Batman anything other than Batman while he was in the suit. Both Kara and Oliver sighed in frustration and let their shoulders drop.

“Could we?” they both asked, motioning to where Batman was watching the download status of the drive's contents as they installed on the Bunker’s systems on one of the mostly black screens. In the reflection, Felicity would have sworn she saw Batman’s lips curl slightly into a smirk again.

“This is all of the updated information we’ve managed to put together on Joker’s plans since we last spoke, Batman said as the information appeared on screen.

“Wow, how the hell did he pull this off. He smuggles the chemicals and explosives in through a shipping yard controlled by The Falcones, moves them through Gotham, then stores them in a steel mill formerly owned by Roman Sionis, and then redistributes them across Gotham, as well as Metropolis, Star City, Central City, and National City. How is he doing it?” Caitlin asked.

“In Metroplis’ case, he’s got an uneasy at best working relationship with Intergang,” Superman replied.

“We should let Dad and Cecile know, maybe they can look into the Central City part of this,” Iris suggested, looking first at Barry and their future children, then back to Batman.

“Not a bad idea,” Batman said with a slight nod of respect to Iris. “Detective West and D.A. Horton are dedicated and principled. Commissioner Gordon thinks highly of both of them.”

“I’m sure Quinten could use his position as Mayor to start an investigation into how they're coming into Star City. If not, I’m sure he still has friends on the ****,” Oliver suggested.

“I already figured that out,” Batman said as he quickly typed in a command, causing an image of a strongly built man with short black hair, small, unsettling dark eyes, and several tattoos covering his muscular upper body. “Alexi Strenovich, a local Bratva Captain.”

“That’s unusual,” Oliver said, crossing his arms. “Bratva aren’t known for working with outsiders. Much less one as unpredictable and controllable as Joker.”

“It’s Joker that’s controlling him,” Batman said before stroking a few more keys. As he finished, a picture of a girl in her late teens or early 20s appeared on screen. “Domonika Strenovicha, Alexi’s daughter.”

“Joker either has her, or has threatened her.”

“Both,” Batman replied. “I have good reason to believe he’s holding her here,” Batman finished before pulling up a map of Star City, a red indicator flashing on the location of a warehouse in the Glades.

“How does he know all of this? Sisko asked Caitlin, who shrugged.

“I’m a detective,” Batman said flatly, not bothering to look away from the screen.

“So what about National City?” Kelly asked.

“I’ve still got plenty of contacts back in National City. I’m sure I can find someone who knows something,” Kara said, rubbing her chin. “J’onn, is there any chance we can count on DEO support?”

“With General Lane in charge of it?” J’onn replied with a scoff. “Not Likely,” he added before shifting his gaze to Superman. “Sorry.”

“Oh, don’t be. I know better than just about anyone how infuriatingly stubborn my father-in-law is.”

“Kal, any chance you can call in the big gun on this one?” Kara asked, although her tone made it obvious she hated asking the question.

“Yeah,” he answered with a nod.

“Alright, for now, we focus on removing Joker’s influence with the local Bratva,” Oliver said as he walked over to where Batman and Superman stood and studied the screen for a moment.

“Agreed. This is your city. Ideas?” Batman asked as he turned to Oliver in a rare moment of giving up control.

A few minutes later, Oliver, now dressed as Green Arrow, expertly maneuvered his Ducati through the narrow streets of the Glades. Close behind him were Dig and the rest of the non-metahuman members of the combined teams in the van, and behind the van, the Batmobile. The large armored vehicle looked like a hybrid of a military **** vehicle and a sleek sports car. Up ahead, thanks in part to his now superhuman vision and in part to knowing what to look for, he saw streaks moving through the night. One red with gold, one red mixed with white, and one dark purple

“Report in,” Oliver said into his comms unit, his voice modulator making his voice sound low and threatening. “Flash, Excess, Impulse, anything to report?”

“No, nothing out of the norm,” Barry replied first.

“Same here,” Nora said a moment later.

“And here,” Bart reported in. “Are we sure we’re not being overly cautious here?” he asked.

“Kid’s got the perfect code name,” Oliver thought. In an odd and almost endearing way, Bart reminded him of Barry when he first gained his speed powers.

“With Joker, there’s no such thing as being too careful. He’s brilliant, but psychotic, and almost completely unpredictable,” Batman said, his own voice modulator making him sound even more threatening than Oliver.

“Batman’s right,” Harley said, her voice practically dripping with nervousness. “Joker’s highly dangerous.”

Oliver glanced up. Overhead, Supergirl, Superman, J’onn, and Brightstar flew spread out, but still in a neatly held formation. Before he could ask, Supergirl’s voice came across the comm unit. “Lots of people inside, I’d estimate about fifty, most of them armed,” she said as she scanned the warehouse from still blocks away. “Livewire, you got anything?”

Livewie mouded unseen along the electrical system of the warehouse, scouting it internally. “You’re about dead on. Fifty men, most armed, look like mostly carrying handguns, a few automatic submachine guns. Joker’s holed up in the office on the second floor. If there’s a trap, it doesn’t appear to be linked to the electrical system.”

“Have you got eyes on the girl?”

“In the office, with Joker.”

“Keep an eye on them, we’re two minutes out,” Oliver said as he eased his powerful motorcycle to a stop.

“Count on it,” Leslie replied.

Out of **** of habit, Oliver used a grappling arrow to pull himself up to a rooftop from a narrow alleyway. Batman, using his grapnel to do the same. The two ran side-by-side, Oliver resisting the urge to use his superhuman speed as they moved in near-perfect unison across the rooftops until they stood on one overlooking the warehouse. He scanned the warehouse with his X-ray vision, seeing that the estimates of Joker’s goons were accurate. “I don’t see any evidence of any kind of lead containers,” he said into his comm unit.

“Neither can we,” he heard Superman say in agreement.

“The cowl shows no sign of Kryptonite radiation.”

“Hold on,” Dig said quietly as he and the others slowly moved in on the warehouse from all sides, setting up for a simultaneous breach. “If they don’t see led, and led blocks their vision and Kryptonite radiation, how could he see Kryptonite radiation?”

“It’s what he does. If Batman says there’s no sign of Kryptonite radiation, I believe him,” Superman said as he, Supergirl, Brightstar, and J’onn hovered high above.

“Ready?” Oliver asked as he stood at the edge of the roof. He prepared to fly down to the warehouse roof, as there was no second anchor point for a zipline arrow.

“Ready,” Batman said as he stood next to Oliver. They watched as J’onn swooped down, listening as Kara guided him, using her X-ray vision until the girl was directly on the other side of the wall from him.

“Ready to extract the girl,” he said, his eyes glowing red.

Oliver and Batman leaped from the roof, Oliver flying with now-eased grace, Batman using his cape to glide the short distance. “Hit it, Livewire,” Oliver ordered.

Before the order had left his mouth, the electrically powered metahuman sent a pulse of her power through the old wiring of the warehouse, causing the master breaker to trip, bathing the warehouse in darkness. As soon as the lights died, some of them sparking wildy, Joker’s men tightened their grips on their weapons. “H-he’s here, it’s the bat,” Oliver heard one of the men say in a nervous whisper. Every heartbeat was suddenly elevated with fear, except for one: Joker’s. His heartbeat was elevated, but with anticipation. The difference between the chaotic rhythms of fear and anticipation was minutely subtle, but with Kara’s help, he had learned the difference.

“Your reputation precedes you,” Oliver said, looking at Batman, and unable to stop the amused grin from forming on his lips. Yet another of Kara’s influences.

“Now,” J’onn thought as he sensed Joker stand from his seat, and look through the office window that looked out to the large inner area of the warehouse. He phased through the wall, grabbed the girl, chair and all, and pulled her through. As she felt the strange sensation of passing through solid matter, a feeling that made her entire body feel both prickly and tingly, she looked over her shoulder and screamed into her duct tape gag. “Relax, you’re safe,” J’onn said in a calming tone.

Joker’s laugh filled the air of the office, starting low and intimidating before quickly becoming high-pitched and entirely psychotic. “Now the fun begins,” Joker began as he turned around. "WHAT!?” he screamed furiously when he saw that his hostage was gone. “How’d ya do it, Bats?” he asked as he pulled a handgun from his purple jacket and reached into his pocket with the other hand.

“Go! Go! Go!” Spartan shouted. At his signal, the three speedsters phased through the North wall and, with their superhuman speed, moved around the room disarming the thugs. At the same time, the other heroes breached through the South wall. Most of Joker’s thugs quickly realized they were sorely outclassed and surrendered immediately. The few that decided to fight were quickly overpowered and knocked ****.

“Damn it all,” Joker growled before he heard shattering glass. He spun, expecting to see Batman standing under the broken skylight; instead, he saw the Green Arrow glaring at him, with an arrow noched, drawn, and glaring at him. “Nice outfit,” Joker said before aiming his gun. Before he could fire, Oliver let his arrow fly. It struck the handgun, knocking it from Joker’s grip. Before he could do anything, a familiar black glove gripped his throat and lifted him off the ground. “Hey ya, Bats,” he said, his voice strained. Batman held him with a grip strong enough to limit his breathing, but not dangerously so.

“What are you planning, Joker?” Batman asked, ignoring the clownish villain’s greeting.

Joker began to laugh maniacally. “I wouldn’t dream of spoiling the ending, Bats. Until next time!” Joker began to laugh again. Both heroes heard a beep, and Oliver quickly scanned Joker with his X-ray vision.

“Shit, he’s got…” Oliver said as he moved with superhuman speed to Joker and Batman once he spotted a device in Joker’s pocket. Before he could do anything, however, Joker vanished in a flash of white light, his psychotic laughter echoing in the office.

Batman’s right hand went to his ear, “Alfred, Orical, begin tracking any energy anomalies in my location.”

Later, Oliver and Kara entered their bedroom to find Harleen lying naked with only a red leather collar around her neck. Around her body was a black riding crop, a flogger, a red ball gag, a set of nipple clamps, and a blindfold. They both stopped in their tracks and smiled at them. “Harleen, what exactly are you doing?” Kara asked with a slight laugh.

“I know you're both not happy about Joker getting away, so to help both of you blow off steam, I thought it might be fun to submit to both of you.”

Both Kara and Oliver looked at her, then at one another in pleasant surprise. Kara looked at Oliver with an inquisitively raised eyebrow. Despite his frustration, he smirked at her, shrugged his shoulders, and gave a slight nod.

“Alright,” Kara answered after a long silence. “We’ll be back.” The two of them left to change, and when they returned, Oliver was dressed only in a pair of black leather pants, his power-cancelling watch, and black leather boots. Kara had changed into a black leather bikini, her power-cancelling collar, and black leather thigh-high boots with a wedge heel. The top of which consisted of black leather straps that framed her breasts with small, thin silver chains running across them, and did very little to hide them. She had put on dark eye shadow and dark red lipstick, both of which drew out her blue eyes, and she had styled her long blonde hair into an impossibly tight bun.

Oliver stood next to the bed, looking down at Harleen with an eager smirk on his face. Kara stood next to him, her hand reaching out and gently stroking the other blonde’s breasts, making her moan quietly and shift her body to invite more contact. Kara then slid her hand down Harleen’s toend stomach, then between her legs over her clean-shaven pussy. Again, Harleen moaned and lifted her hips from the bed.

“Safeword,” Kara said, her voice taking on an uncharacteristically commanding tone that sent a wave of desire through Harleen’s body.

“Clown, Mistress,” Harleen half-moaned and half-panted.

“And if your master and I have you gagged?”

“I’ll shake my head and go, ‘uh-uh-uh,’” she replied as she demonstrated how she would shake her head.

“Fuck,” Oliver thought as he felt his cock quickly harden. “I almost forgot how fucking hot it is to watch her be dominant.” Oliver reached down with both hands and began to gently twist and pull on Harleen’s hardened nipples, making her whimper and whine quietly as Kara teased her clit. For a moment, he let his mind flash back to the night at Club Eden when they had teamed up to dominate a pair of submissive members. “Maybe I should have her dom Harleen more often.”

“So, you knew nothing about Joker having a teleportation device?” he heard her ask, something he knew none of their combined teams, or even Batman, had doubted. He didn’t miss that Kara’s tone, while still commanding, had taken on a slightly more playful tone.

“No, Mistress, I promise,” Harleen replied in a moan as she slid her index and middle fingers into her pussy and rubbed her clit with her thumb.

“Oh, I don’t knowow,” Kara said before she turned her head toward Oliver with a predatory grin on her face. “I think she needs to be punished. How about you?”

“I agree,” Oliver said as he applied a bit more **** as he twisted her nipples, making her whine louder.

“Your Master and I both think you need to be punished. What do you say to that?”

“Punish me, Master, punish me, Mistress, please.”

“Well,” Kara gan before bending down and giving Harleen a long, passionate kiss, their tongues exploring one another’s mouths, “since you asked so nicely. How do you think we should start, Oliver?”

“I would love to watch you spank her.”

“That is a wonderful idea,” Kara said, fighting back a laugh as she sat on the foot of the bed. “You heard your master, get over my lap, naughty girl.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Harleen said as she got off the bed, only to quickly go around to the foot of the bed and lie over Kara’s lap. She glanced over at Oliver, who was watching with a smile and a noticeable bulge in his pants that made her lick her lips.

“This was a good idea,” Kara whispered into Harleen’s hair. “Are you ready for your spanking?” Kara asked as she tugged on Harleen’s hair and ran her hand over her ass.

“Yes, Mistress. I need my spanking.”

Kara immediately obliged, delivering a sharp, stinging blow to Harleen’s raised bare ass. The sound of Kara’s palm on Harleen’s toned ass echoed around the room as Harleen squeeled in both pain and pleasure. After a few swats, Harleen began to squirm and kick as the pain grew, and the more the pain grew, the more and more wet with need she became.

“Have you learned your lesson, you bad girl?” Kara asked as she gave Harleen a final stinging swat.

“Yes, Mistress, thank you. I needed that spanking so bad,” Harleen moaned as Kara ran her hand over her aching ass.

“I don’t know,” she said, sounding unsure, as she enjoyed the feeling of the heat radiating off of Harleen’s ass. “I think your master should get a turn to punish you.”

“On the bed, on your back,” Oliver ordered.

“Yes, Master,” Harleen said as she lifted herself off Kara’s lap and lay on the bed. Oliver retrieved a spreader bar, a vibrator, and a set of soft leather handcuffs. He placed the spreader bar between her legs and adjusted it to the proper length before putting her ankles in the attached leather cuffs. Then, he placed her wrists in the handcuffs. Finally, he picked up the vibrator and moved it close to her pussy, without turning it on, and letting Harleen’s anticipation build.

“Kara, why don’t you get comfortable so this little slut can properly thank you for spanking her?”

Kara’s face lit up in joy. “Great idea,” she said before she hooked her thumb in the waistband of her bikini bottoms and pulled them down, revealing her clean-shaven pussy. She climbed onto the bed and hovered over Harleen’s face. As she slowly lowered herself, Harleen licked her lips in anticipation. She gasped as sudden vibrations spread through her pussy, making her buck her hips.

As her pleasure grew, she lapped faster and faster at Kara’s glistening folds, **** to make the other woman cum. As she pushed her tongue into Kara and swirled it around, Oliver turned the vibrator down to its lowest power setting. “Make your Mistress cum.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, her voice muffled by Kara’s pussy and nearly drowned out by her moaning. Oliver watched with lustful eyes as he watched Harleen pleasure Kara. His beautiful wife was maoning in pleasure, and grinding her hips over Harleen’s face.

“Fuck, Harleen, you’ve got a great fucking tongue,” Kara moaned before biting her lip as a wave of pleasure crashed through her body. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” she screamed as her orgasm broke free like a runaway train. When she finally came down from her high, she lifted herself from Harleen’s face and lay next to her.

Oliver quickly undid the spreader bar and handcuffs. “Now, turn over and get your face back between her legs.”

“Yes, Master,” Harleen said eagerly as she rolled over and pressed her face to Kara’s pussy once again.

“Be gentle, she’s going to be sensitive,” Oliver said as he slapped Harleen’s ass, making her yelp in surprise and kick her feet against the mattress.

Kara watched as Oliver lowered his pants and stepped out of them, leaving him standing behind Harleen with his muscular naked body on full display. She grabbed Harleen’s hair and pulled, making Harleen meet Kara’s bright blue eyes with her own. “Enjoy his cock, slut,” Kara said in her commanding tone before Oliver grabbed her hips and began to fuck her hard. The sound of their moans and Oliver’s hips meeting Harleen’s filled the air.