Thursday fun

“You look like a the proverbial ‘cat that at the canary’ Chase,” Katherine pronounced.

“I did,” Chase smiled at the other doctor she rented out the office space with, “How did you manage for the week?”

“Horrible, had to get a office space out of the old Lex Corps Legal Campus,” Katherine said, “You try having a talk with paranoid with a six foot tall mural of Lex Luthor in the room. So, what did you do that has you in such a good mood?”

“I had a very nice date last night,” Chase said taking off her winter coat, “it ended back at my place.”

Chase thought back to the night before and the after dinner fuck they had in her place… She and Selina took turns switching back and forth between riding Bruce’s cocks and mouth. They went back and forth switching with each climax, all the while Bruce kept himself in check and didn’t blow his load. He was truly a master of his body in all things!

“So how was your weekend?” Chase asked to change the subject.

“Alright, went to see my mother,” Katherine said, “She was worried about me working in Gotham and Arkham as usual.”

Chase looked over her partner. She seemed a far cry from the image in her memory; sure, she had the same pretty face, blue eyes and blonde hair, but the hair was tied in a pony tail instead of the normal professional braid and her slightly oversized bland beige and white below the knee skirt suit were replaces with a much more fitted Black Wool skirt suit that ended above the knees and matching black pumps. Katherine had always had a nice figure, but had hidden it all too often in oversized clothes. Now her suit was cut to show off the figure.

“Is it me or has something been affecting the people of this city?” Katherine asked.

“What do you mean?” Chase asked, “There are plenty of things and people that seem to thrive on messing with the population of Gotham?”

“You know Mister Powel? My Court Ordered DUI offender?” Katherine prodded.

“The Chubby guy that was suicidal after he lost his family to the Joker?” Chase asked.

“Yes, that’s him,” Katherine nodded, “Well yesterday he told me he, quote; ‘want to cum on your tits,’ end quote.”

Chase snorted. She blushed for a second before regaining her composure.

“Well Doctor,” Chase smirked, “You do fit the definition of what we call, ‘an attractive young lady’ there doctor.”

“Oh please,” Katherine rolled her eyes, “How naïve do you think I am? You really think I never realized that a good number of my clients develop sexual fantasies about me? To be honest I expected Mr Powel to state something along those lines when I asked him why he was so agitated at the appointment yesterday. He only became more agitated when I asked him what he had been dreaming about. When I ordered him to tell me what he had done in his dream… well, I just didn’t expect him to blurt it out like that and in such a manor.”

“Well Doctor McMichaels,” Chase giggled, “I promise to take you out to dinner before engaging in any sort of ‘naughty talk’ with you, ok?”

“Har har,” Katherine said, “I suppose I should give you a spanking as well.”

Chase was caught off guard by that statement and didn’t respond as her business partner turned on her heels and walked off. Chase watched as Katherine went to her private office and noted the extra strut in her step.

*

Tim was screwed, he was trying to concentrate on the lecture… But he was getting ‘buzzed’. That morning as Tim was getting ready for class, Cassie had burst into his bathroom and ordered him to flush out his bowels. Tim was unsure when the enema system had been installed in his bathroom, but he meekly obeyed Cassie’s orders without question. Cassie then lubed and inserted a metal buttplug attached to a harness before securing the harness to Tim and locking it in place. She then put the key on it’s long chain and hung it around her neck like it was an ordinary necklace. With the shortest explanation, he was informed that Steph and Cassie had an app that allowed them to control his plug, and that if he turned off his phone or tried to remove the plug, they would punish him. So here he was in his lecture for Psychology with his plug going from off to high, to low, to high, to off randomly and quickly.

*

“What if I want to plead guilty?” Harley asked.

“That is up to you,” the lawyer looked back at the extremely restrained blonde, “But I am required to remind you that the State of Connecticut does have the **** penalty, and despite some claims, this isn’t Texas where they hang you inside a week. You will remain of **** Row for years waiting for you execution to be cleared by the appeals courts.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Harley asked.

Harley looked at the three in the suits, the chubby black man with the lapel pin depicting a Donkey carrying a cross on his blue pin striped suit cleared his throat as the other two looked at him.

“Daa… Miss Quinzel,” the man cut himself off before he called her doctor, “There are various groups and organizations across the United States that view life as sacred and that any **** beyond accident, illness, or natural causes as ****. A ‘**** Most Foul’, when done by the state. As such, as soon as court issues a sentence of execution, they file an appeal to save the life of the condemned. They will do so regardless of the facts in the case, and keep filling appeals until they can appeal no higher or the execution warrant is canceled.”

“Even for whack job killers?” Harley asked.

“Even serial killers,” the chubby man tilted his head.

“Even someone like the Joker?” Harley asked.

“They might try to argue that the Joker is evil, but executing him makes the state and all of it’s citizens even worse in the eyes of god,” the man frowned.

“Do you believe that?” Harley asked.

“Miss Quinzel,” the man said, “I am not here on behalf of those organizations. I am here to speak on your behalf. I want you to be well informed of all contingencies Miss Quinzel. Even if you requested the **** penalty, you might not get it from the state.”

“Meaning?” Harley asked.

“I previously represented a client accused of only a fraction of what you accused of,” the lady public defenders office in the middle spoke up, “They were murdered by a lynch mob two weeks after arriving in Lovecraft Supermax.”

“Oh, right,” Harley said calmly, “Yeah, I can see how I might end up like that with some of things I did….”

“Miss Quinzel, I am being serious,” the woman said.

“So am I,” Harley said as the memories made a tear well up in her eye.

*

“Thank you, Chase did you order a suit?” Katherine called.

“What?” Chase said as she put down her bowl of noodles lunch, “Who was that?”

“A delivery person for a ‘Marque S Fine Court Wear’, they were dropping off this box for you?” Katherine said as she walked into the brake room that Chase was seated in, “What did you order?”

“I didn’t,” Chase arched an eyebrow, “I haven’t heard of them…”

“It is address to you,” Katherine held up the package to show the address label.

Katherine handed over the package to Chase and took a seat across the table from her fellow doctor. Chase took the box and opened the packing slip on the outer envelope of the plastic envelope covering the box. It simply listed a suit, coat, boots, purse and gloves, all paid for, in fact there was a credit for six hundred dollars on a gift card for her use at a later time. Chase passed them to Katherine to examine. Chase opened the plastic shipping envelope around the box. It was a large box, an arm by an arm and a half arm deep, with a black fake leather texture and a black satin ribbon across the front and back like a cross with a flattened blow in the middle. Chase undid the bow. She was unsure if this was a trap or a gimmick like Riddler had once used, but it wasn’t like Katherine would buy that as a reason to not see what was inside. The bow and ribbon came loose easily. Chase lifted the top of the box and the top half came off with only the slightest hesitation. Right in front of Chase was a red card on top of a pink box with the black shape of a pair of heeled knee boots. Chase picked up the card and flipped it over.

“Wear this for our next date, I am sure everything will fit perfectly… I got the measurements from A…” Chase read aloud and noted it was signed with a cursive S, not a B….

“I would say that your date went extremely well,” Katherine smirked.

Chase looked at Katherine before going back to the massive box of goodies. She started by pulling out a box with boot marking. Opening it, there were black knee boots with a slim wedge heels and back black zippers.

“Those are cute,” Chase said.

The next box she pulled out was another pink box with a black sloped wedge on it. Chase picked up the box and opened it. Inside was a black leather beret. Chase pulled it out of the box and looked it over, inside was a black silk lining with hair pin slits and Chase’s name embroidered in the lining. She tried it on and it fit perfectly.

“That must have been expensive,” Katherine noted.

“I am sure my date could afford it,” Chase smiled.

“What? Are you dating Bruce Wayne?” Katherine giggled.

“Close enough,” Chase gave a sly smile, not wanting to explain the three way…

The next was a pink box with the shapes of a bra and panties… Chase picked it up to find it was just a piece of textured cardboard with no lingerie… Both women looked at each other.

“Oh doctor, how naughty!” Katherine mockingly admonished Chase.

“I am sure I will be wearing something from my own wardrobe instead of nothing at all…” Chase said.

Katherine looked at Chase for a long moment before Chase proceeded silently towards the next box. It was about as large as the over all size of the box, but much thinner, it was marked with the shape of a little black dress. Neatly folded inside was a supple black leather strapless mini dress with a front zipper and pink satin lining with her name embroidered in the right bra cup.

“This is a pretty much lingerie in and by it’s self,” Katherine noted.

“Yes, it’s gorgeous,” Chase agreed.

The last two boxes at the bottom were a bordello jacket and a pair of fine black leather gloves.

“Wow,” Katherine said looking at the pile of leather.

“It will make for an interesting date, that is for sure,” Chase added.

“Well I have an appointment, do let me know how it goes with Mister right!” Katherine said heading out of the break room of their office space.

The ideas and possibilities of a three way with Bruce and Selina in that outfit started playing on her mind before she looked at her watch and realized she had ten minutes before her next appointment.

*

Officer Melody McKenna drove the Ford Police Interceptor, she looked at the bulky form of Detective Harvy Bulock in the passenger seat of the cruiser. Well, he wasn’t really seating in the seat, but rather sat leaning out the window holding his hat like he was a dog. She had been warned that Detective Bullock was an odd one with poor personal hygiene, but not to dismiss him, as was a **** of nature when called upon. The man was looking up as they drove down the street.

“Detective Bullock, what are you doing?” Mel asked.

Detective Bullock came back in and turned to look at her and the computer between them.

“Pull over,” Bullock said.

“Detective, I am sorry…” Mel muttered.

“Pull over,” Bullock repeated.

“Detective…” Mel sputtered.

“Pull over,” Bullock sneered.

“Yes Detective,” Mel said hitting the turn signal and looked behind them to make sure it was clear.

Mel pulled into an open spot on the side of the road between a Chevy pick up and a Kia subcompact. Bullock looked a head for a long minute before turning to Mel. Mel had also been warned about Bullock’s temper over the strangest things, and she was afraid he was going to blow up on her.

“How long have you been hired?” Bullock asked calmly.

“A year ago?” Mel said unsure where this was going.

“How much of that was in the academy and on probation?” Bullock asked.

“I got off probation last month,” Mel said.

“What did they tell you about the costumed freaks in Gotham?” Bullock asked.

“Call for back up,” Mel said unsure what Bullock was actually asking.

“Right,” Bullock said, “Officially all the costumed freaks are wanted by the police… but the bats… They like to leave crocks tied up to lamp posts.”

“Lamp posts?” Mel asked.

“Yes,” Bullock said pointing out the open window at lamp post on the sidewalk, “They will tie up ‘suspects’ to or around the lamp posts. Now, Nightwing, Robin and the bat girls will tie them to the base, depending on what they did and how it annoyed the kids are with the ‘suspects’ they will get ‘creative’ and secure them in more uncomfortable ways.”

“Uncomfortable?” Mel asked.

“Yep,” Bullock said hitting the button to roll up his window, “Just before Christmas, the girls caught some purse snatchers and all I saw when I pulled up was their bare feet upside down above the roof of a Pinto parked along side the street.”

“Bare feet? Upside down?” Mel was flabbergasted.

“Yeah, heads down, bare feet in the air, backs against the pole…” Bullock shrugged, “A few officers were taking pictures… you know, as ‘evidence’, right?”

“Of course,” Mel said, still not believing what she was hearing.

“Now, The Bat,” Bullock said, “He will tied them up at the base if they were good… but if they set him off, well, you know how they hang us sharks up side down at a dock to see if you got the record or prize?”

Mel wasn’t into deep sea fishing, but she had the image of the shark hanging tail up and mouth down from a crane from any number of movies or TV programs she had seen over the years in her head.

“Yes, I know what you are talking about,” Mel answered.

“Well The Bat will hang ‘em up like that from right about there, right behind the light figured but where the support beam is reinforcing the bar over the street,” Bullock pointed out the window, “That is how you know they pulled a gun…”

“So the Batman will hang them up like a shark,” Mel repeated.

“Yep,” Bullock said, “But it gets worse…”

“How can it get worse?” Mel asked.

“The angels… they like a good lynching,” Bullock looked around.

“Lynching?” Mel asked in shock.

“Yeah, You had to take the course on the civil rights laws, and got the whole talk with slides about legal and illegal lynchings and hangings…” Bullock said, “The self-proclaimed angels will string ‘em up and leave them hanging from the lamp posts…”

Mel gasped at the statement.

“That is why you can’t hesitate to shoot anyone claiming to be an Angel,” Bullock said.

A man came running out of the darkness of an alleyway right towards the cruiser. He went to the passenger door in the middle of the SUV and tried to open the door.

“I give up! Arrest me…” The man screamed as he tried to open the door.

A line struck out from the alleyway and wrapped around the man’s neck a few times, then the man was yanked back and pulled back into the alley way.

“Call for back up!” Bullock said looking at his watch, “Damn, it is only ten, forty… it is going to be a hell of a night!”

Bullock exited the SUV and pulled his issued pistol. Mel reached for the radio hand set and called it into the police radio net.

“Dispatch, this is Charles five-nine-two, we have a Nine-Eight-Nine at the five K west block of Kane Avenue,” Mel called in, “Request backup and medics!”

“Charles five-nine-two, this is dispatch, sending you fire rescue and additional cruisers,” the radio replied.

Mel got out of the SUV and pulled her own service pistol and looked around before starting after Detective Bullock.

“Get the blankets and first aid!” Bullock called from the alley.

Mel went around the back and did as the detective instructed and came with a first aid bag over her shoulder and wool rescue blanket under her arm. She stopped and gasped at the sight in front of her. There was a homeless couple against the side of a building, the man had a gash on his head and the woman was straining to cover herself with a torn jacket. The man that had pounded on the door of the police cruiser was hog tied in the snow with an R written on his forehead with red and dirty sock in his mouth. Bullock had put his trench coat over the man with a gash on his head.

“Blanket for the lady Officer, then give the man a hand with that cut,” Bullock said with authority.

“Yes Detective,” Mel snapped out of her surprise.

She went to put the big wool blanket around the woman and covered her before placing the first aid bag on the ground next to the man.

“He was goanna hurt Ester…” the man murmured.

*

Bullock held his toothpick in his fingers and looked around group of officers.

“What did the homeless say?” Bullock asked again.

“Nothing we could make sense of…” the Sergeant sighed.

“She is additament that the kid did it, but is in shock,” the other female officer said.

“Excuse me,” a paramedic came up, “We are going to transport to Wayne Memorial.”

“We will escort and try again once they get some coffee in them,” the Sergeant said.

Bullock waved his free hand.

“We got ‘em, wrapped up like a late Christmas present,” one of the other officers said.

“Well we don’t know what to charge them with,” Bullock pointed out, “So unless he confesses to something…”

“Point,” the senior patrol man said.

“But he was tied up, has to be a bat’s handy work,” the other patrol man said.

“No,” Bullock shook his head, “Dirty sock, leather cord, hog tied in the alley… doesn’t fit their signature… Something else is happening…”

Bullock looked at the SUV he had arrived in, the lights were going, and the door was open.

“McKenna, let me hear you meow,” Bullock asked still looking at the vehicle.

“Excuse me?” Mel asked.

“McKenna, trust me, I can’t sound sexy or coy when I meow at people… And if I am right, one meow and this creep will sing like a canary once we take the gag out,” Bullock never took his eyes off the cruiser.

“Detective, you can be serious,” the junior patrol man said.

“I am dead serious,” Bullock said, “How long have you been in Gotham?”

“Two years,” the patrol man said.

“I have been working these streets for decades,” Bullock said, “The one constant is that it can always get weirder.”

Bullock turned back to Mel.

“Ok McKenna go around street side of this cruiser and we will go along the sidewalk, duck down so he can’t see you and then Meow once we tell him he is free to go,” Bullock said, “Come on you two.”

Bullock turned and walked to the sidewalk with the other two patrolmen.

Mel went around the other side of the SUV and made her way to the open back of the cruiser.

“Alright kid, this is your lucky day, you get to go free,” Bullock said, “Jones cut him loose, start with the gag.”

The senior patrol man reached in and started messing with the suspect.

“Oh thank goodness,” the man said.

“Meow,” Mel cooed.

She felt so embarrassed, it wasn’t even something she did for her husband, but here she was; “Meowing” at some stranger!

“What was that?” the suspect snapped.

“What was what?” the junior patrol man asked.

“Did you hear a cat?” the suspect asked.

“A cat? I don’t see a cat,” Bullock turned and looked around before looking off up the road to where they had been talking earlier, “Mac, you see any cats? No? No cats man.”

“Can you take me to the hospital?” the suspect asked.

“The hospital? What for, you are fine,” the junior patrol man said, “Just hold still and I will get these off of you.”

“Can you take me to the police station?” the suspect asked.

“Why?” Bullock asked.

“You are going free, you just have to scurry off to where ever you were going,” the senior patrol man said.

“I did it,” the suspect said in near panic, “I hit the old man and tried grabbing the lady’s necklace… I did it, take me to jail.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t accept that,” Bullock said, “Mac, come over here and introduce this man to Meranda…”

*

Gordon walked into the squad room. Everyone got up. Gordon waved them all to relax and pointed at officer Melody McKenna.

“I want a quick word with you officer,” Gordon said.

Gordon stepped out into the hallway and knew he wasn’t alone… but he wasn’t sure where the shadow was this time. The door opened and closed behind him. He turned and faced the officer. She was young, pretty, and recently married if Gordon remembered correctly.

“Did you file this report?” Gordon held up the print out of the police report.

McKenna looked at the print out and nodded.

“Yes Commissioner,” She gulped.

“Relax, you aren’t in trouble,” Gordon said, “I can understand if you have reservations about Detective Bullock, he is difficult to work with. My question is did you actually ‘meow’ at the suspect?”

“Yes Commissioner,” the officer turned bright red.

“And that is what set him off?” Gordon asked.

“Just like Detective Bullock said, he started singing like a canary,” McKenna said, “It is all in the report, I didn’t understand all of it.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Gordon said, “You got married right before Christmas, didn’t you?”

“Yes Commissioner,” McKenna said.

“Ok, well finish up and get home,” Gordon said, “Charish your time with your family.”

Gordon waved and she nodded and went back into the squad room to finish her work. Gordon waited a while longer.

“That is not her normal thing,” Gordon said after a little bit.

“No,” the shadow said.

“Think she is turning a new leaf?” Gordon asked.

“I’m not sure,” the shadow intoned.

“Bullock will be chasing this down,” Gordon noted.

“I would be surprised if he didn’t,” the shadow added.

*

Chase let her mind drift off to sleep. She had visions of bondage and kinky sex playing in her mind as she imagined her practice as a fetish dominatrix dungeon and Katherine as a fellow Dominatrix in a fishnet catsuit, black rubber bra, panties, gloves, studded belts, boots, a studded collar and her blonde hair wild and down. The idea of them spit roasting Harley Quinzel in a latex playsuit with strapon dildos played out and it made her warm and tingly… A fantasy of her and Astrid Arkham in rubber catsuits treating Two-Face as a rubber puppy plaid out and Chase smiled in her sleep.

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