Truamatic Tuesday...

Chase got into the shower. She didn’t remember when the building opened the private women’s gym on the second floor, or when she had gotten the spandex work out uniform, but it was stylish and showed off her body perfectly and the gym was perfect for her and the other ladies using it. The three 18 year old towel boys were a nice touch, handsome, attentive and quick to provide a towel or wipe down a piece of equipment with disinfectant spray. Chase noted that they were properly obedient to the trainer slash gym manager. They all looked so nice in their tight leggings. Chase wasn’t the only one checking out their cute little butts as they went about the gym.

“Can’t waste time jilling off Chase,” she chastised herself, “Have to be seated and ready for the court hearing when they start.”

Chase quickly showered, then dried her hair. She looked at the Arkham uniform laid out on her bed. Seemed thigh highs, a green satin garter belt, green wool fitted pencil skirt, The khaki button down blouse with pins to designate her as a doctor at Arkham, the green tie and the green jacket with the same set of pins as her blouse. It was all perfectly pressed and ready for her. Her brown knee-high heeled boots were next to the bed and perfectly polished. She had to look perfect.

*

“Zip me up?” Lois said as she turned her back to Clark.

“Ok,” Clark said turning to his wife, “Is something formal supposed to happen?”

Lois was wearing a white bouse with a sort of coverall dress that went down to her knees. Clark noted that it was very tightly fitted and had to be careful with the zipper.

“No, Perry wants me to interview some talking head that is coming to the local university to talk about the changes in the lake effect weather patterns,” Lois rolled her eyes, “Trying to get us to ban all sorts of stuff.”

“I mean the environment is important, but with out jobs…” Clark said looking out the window.

“What’s wrong?” Lois asked.

“Huh? Oh, Sorry, there is a volcano erupting…” Clarks said, “Connor is heading out there.”

“You going to help him?” Lois asked.

“Ah… He has Karen with him,” Clark said, “I think it is good they are working together.”

“Karen eh?” Lois turned and looked at Clark.

“Yes, you know, Powergirl?” Clark whispered.

“Yeah, I know your cousins,” Lois smiled, “You think that Jimmy will be able to handle his assignment today?”

“Of course,” Clark smiled, “What is there to go wrong?”

“Well,” Lois walked closer to her husband, “You know here in Metropolis, there is this man, a man of steel, who flies and is bullet proof. As a result, we get all sorts of crazies and superpowered weirdos come to Metropolis to fight him.”

“Lois, relax,” Clark said sitting on the bed to put on his shoes. “Jimmy is more than ready to handle anything that pops up in this town.”

“Yeah, you are right,” Lois agreed, “You know what he isn’t ready for? Dating your cousin Kara.”

“What, she is a nice girl, he is a nice boy….” Clark said before stopping, “You are right, he has no idea what he is in for.”

“Here help me with my boots,” Lois held up a calf high black leather boot.

Clark took it and put it on Lois’ raised foot and made sure it was properly in place before zipping it up. Lois lowered her leg and raised her other while handing Clark the other boot.

“You know what I really love about you Smallville?” Lois smiled, “You may be the Man of Steel, but you can have the softest touch when you need to.”

*

The legitimate reason for Bruce to be in police headquarters was that he was meeting with Commissioner Gordon to talk about the Policemen Benefit ball. But Bruce couldn’t stop himself from using the meeting to spy on everything that was going on. One thing that he noted was the “Most Wanted” board. Selina was not caught, but she was not in her customary place up in the corner. Sure the Joker was locked up, Harley was back in Arkham, Bane was towards the top since he was somewhere in the Caribbean Sea working a pirate gig, Riddler was up there since he was on the loose in Vegas at the moment… But Catwoman was absent all together.

“Can I just say,” Bruce heard Sarah O’Hara snap, “Comparing Bullock to a rabid bulldog is unfair to those with the dieses and the dogs! Bullock is so much worse!”

Bruce turned towards the parade of clicking heels and arched an eyebrow at the sight. Jim Gordon was walking down the hallway with a cup of coffee in hand and a tired look on his face surrounded by O’Hara, Yindel, Yin and Alcana in dress uniforms and heeled knee boots.

“That may be,” Alcana snapped, “But he is one of my best men!”

“That’s a laugh,” Yindel rolled her eyes.

“He may not be the best detective,” Yin chimed in.

“I take umbrage with people calling him a detective period,” O’Hara cut Yin off.

“But! But, he is a fanatic in finding the guilty and constantly sniffs out frame up jobs from a mile away,” Yin continued, “He has even found frame ups that you fell for O’Hara.”

“The only things he sniffs out is other people’s food in the break rooms,” Yindel snapped.

“Alright, can it,” Gordan interjected, “We are not taking Bullock out back and shooting him. I personally vouch for the man, despite his many faults, he is an honest cop. Now we have other matters to attend to.”

The four stopped talking. Bruce stole a quick glance down, all four women were walking in lockstep with each other. It was unnerving but also slightly alluring for some reason.

“Mister Wayne,” Gordon said coming a few steps closer, “You know Captains Yin, Yindel and Alcana?”

“Captain? I am sorry I missed your promotions…” Bruce gave a foppish smile.

“And this is Captain O’Hara, Chief O’Hara’s Daughter,” Gordon gestured to the red head next to him.

“Bruce Wayne, pleasure to meet you,” Bruce smiled.

“Mister Wayne,” O’Hara said, “Your case haunted my father for years.”

“It haunted me for a long time as well,” Bruce admitted.

“Let’s step in my office,” Gordon said.

Gordon unlocked the office and waked in, Bruce held the door open for the ladies and then walked in himself. The ladies took spots two on each side of the office at the sides of Gordon’s desk. Gordon stood in front of his desk with his back to Bruce. Bruce heard the ruffling of papers as he closed the door behind him.

“Ah here,” Gordon said pulling up a folder, he turned to Bruce and handed it over, “Yindel is being made the deputy Chief. O’Hara is going from being head of traffic to head of internal affairs. Yin is taking over the ESU unit and Alcana is going to be the head of the consolidated major crimes unit.”

“Congratulations,” Bruce said.

While there was only one actual promotion, the rest were lateral promotions to more prestigious jobs.

“I am telling you this, since we will be doing the formal announcements and promotion of Captain Yindel at the Police Benefits ball,” Gordon said handing Bruce the folder, “I am sure you have no objections.”

“I would be happy to host this,” Bruce took the folder and opened it, “What do I do?”

“That’s easy Mister Wayne,” Sonia Alcana smiled, “Give that folder to your event planner. I am guessing that would be Mister Pennyworth? He will make all the needed arrangements.”

“Alright,,” Gordon said, “If you four would give me a few minutes, I want to talk with Mister Wayne in private and then make a few personal calls.”

The four captains all nodded and marched out of the office. Gordon waited for the four to leave and closed the door.

“Alright, cut the fop act,” Gordon locked eyes with Bruce, “Am I crazy or were Alcana and Yin only Detectives last week?”

“No, they were detectives when I came by last week… And not wearing kinky boots,” Bruce noted.

“First time I catch one of them goosestepping, I am shooting everyone and making a run to the Canadian Border,” Gordon rolled his eyes.

Bruce allowed himself to chuckle…

Gordon looked back at Bruce.

“Barbara is trying to play innocent, but she is getting serious with Dick,” Gordon said.

“They aren’t nearly as subtle as they think they are,” Bruce allowed himself a playful chuckle.

“No, no they aren’t,” Gordon smiled.

“Tim and Steph are getting serious too,” Bruce rolled his eyes, “And they are even less subtle about it. Of course, her being friends with Cass gives her some deniability to her mother…”

“Teenagers…” Gordon rolled his eyes.

“At least they are all over 18,” Bruce said, “Not nearly as bad as some of my early escapades…”

“I seem to remember something about a 15-year-old Bruce Wayne and a certain pair of supermodels,” Gordon gave Bruce a knowing grin.

“Well at least it prepared me for when I got targeted by Harley and Poison Ivy that Christmas,” Bruce shrugged.

*

Clark sat at his desk typing the article on Superboy and Powergirl’s actions dealing with the volcano eruption. The elevator dinged behind him. Clark looked behind him and saw the red haired young man with his cheeks flush. Jimmy came over to the office that Clark and Lois shared and hung up his phone before coming in.

“I hope you are hungry,” Jimmy said putting a pair of bags with the Captain Clucker’s logo on the desk.

“You didn’t have to get us lunch,” Lois said walking in.

“I didn’t,” Jimmy said still clearly flustered, “The regional marketing director thought I was cute and that the office should see how good their improved menu is…”

“Oh, ok,” Clark said.

“What did he give you?” Lois asked.

“Miss Claire Brown gave me these two grab bags and her phone number,” Jimmy blushed even more.

“Nice,” Lois smirked, “What’s in them?”

“Lois,” Clark asked, “Should I capitalize the rank of the acting mayor?”

“What? What rank is the acting mayor?” Lois asked, “And what happened to the mayor?”

“Well, the acting mayor is a volunteer firewoman,” Clark said, “And the mayor is still missing, probably among the unidentified at the hospitals getting sorted out.”

Jimmy stopped with his hand still in the first bag and looked at Clark.

“Valcano in Central America,” Lois said, “Capitalize the rank but not the ‘acting mayor’ part. What have you got Jimmy?”

“Oh, a regular chicken sandwich,” Jimmy pulled out a foil bag, “a spicy bacon ranch sandwich, some tenders, spicy nugets…”

“What is that smell,” Cat Grant asked from the door.

“Mind if I grab the spicy bacon ranch sandwich?” Lois asked, “Jimmy got press samples at the Captain Cluckers opening.”

“Here you go,” Jimmy handed over the sandwich, “Oh, I am grabbing this regular bacon ranch sandwich if no one minds…”

“It’s yours Jimmy,” Clark smiled, “I had an upset stomach after the last few times I had Captain Cluckers.”

“Mind if I get some fries?” Cat asked.

“Oh sure,” Jimmy reached in the other bag and grabbed a box to hand to the blonde.

“Thanks,” Cat smiled.

*

Chase sat in the Doctor’s Lounge and sipped her coffee while reviewing her notes for her next patient. Jessica Drew was far from a threat compared to most of the other patients in the high security ward, but still she was considered a threat to herself. Insisting she was a spider turned into a human and trying to slit her wrists had gotten her sent to Arkham.

“Mind if I Join you?” Doctor Joan Leeland asked as she came over with a cup of coffee.

“Not at all,” Chase smiled.

“How did it go with the hearing on Doctor Quinzel?” Joan asked as she took a seat next to Chase.

“Well it was a forgone conclusion that the Judge ruled that she stay here in the maximum security area until they figure out what to do about a trial. Of course, that was kicked down the road,” Chase shrugged, “No one wants to be the one to bring one of our famous patients to their court room unless absolutely necessary.”

“Understandable,” Joan noted.

Joan took a sip of her coffee and opened a folder she had with her. Chase looked back to her own notes.

“Can I ask you something?” Joan asked.

“What is it?” Chase asked.

“I have an outpatient, female classical case of masochistic straight female,” Joan started, “So of course she shacked up with a borderline abusive boyfriend, given the lack of natural straight male dominants.”

“Of course,” Chase agreed, “One on the Kinsey scale?”

“One, maybe zero,” Joan rolled her eyes.

“I would recommend couples therapy,” Chase said, “Someone who can help them see that it is unrealistic to continue with their present course and help them see what they are doing wrong.”

“That’s what I was thinking, but I wanted a second opinion,” Joan smiled and took a drink from her coffee.

“If you will excuse me, I have a resident to help,” Chase smiled as she finished her coffee.

*

Tim was tied up and suspended from ceiling naked. Cass and Steph were stalking around him dressed in black rubber cat cowls, black rubber garter belts, black rubber thigh highs and black rubber opera gloves. He made no attempt to escape, letting his dominatrices play with him as they wished. Far from the whippings and spankings he first feared, Cass and Steph delighted in softer tickling, pinching, and nipping of his body. Cass was sucking on his left nipple while Steph was licking the head of Tim’s cock.

All three froze in horror at the sound of a knock at the door.

“Mister Tim? Are you in here?” Alfred asked as the door knob turned.

The three eighteen-year-olds froze in horror as the door opened and the elder man’s head came into view.

“Ah, I see you are busy, when you have a few minutes, I wish to speak to you about your college courses,” Alfred intoned with an even voice as if he saw nothing unusual and then backed out.

*

Harley imagined herself in a sex sandwich between Doctor Chase Meridian and Catwoman. It was that or vomit over the memories of helping Pam **** a pair of lovers because they were picking berries the park she was squatting in. The fantasy of her being trussed up like a turkey while the black rubber clad women spanked, fingered, and sodomized was better than the gut-wrenching memories of Pam using her plants to rip them limb from limb. What really disgusted Harley was that she had egged Pam on, she hadn’t done anything to stop her, she encouraged her. She had even cheered at the bloodshed.

The Doors to her cell opened. A pair of guards and Doctor Astrid Arkham stood before her.

“Well Doctor Quinzel, looks like you will be staying with us for the time being,” Astrid said in a calm and professional tone, “I do think we can move you to some better accommodations.”

“That you Doctor,” Harley said meekly.

As much as she had been dwelling on her own villainy, she was keenly aware that she hadn’t showered now in a few days.

*

Chase walked down the street, she wanted to find a different restaurant to try. She wasn’t in the mood to cook after her day at work. Chase stopped and looked at the sign painted in the window of the building across the street from her building.

“French Fine Cuisine…” Chase read aloud and thought aloud, “Why not?”

Chase walked in the door and was met by a small man in a suit behind a podium. He looked up at Chase and then looked down and then did a double take.

“Hi, Table…” Chase started.

“Right this way Doctor Merdian, your party is waiting,” the man smiled and bowed.

Chase didn’t get a chance to say anything as the man instantly set off to show her to a private side room. Chase followed and walked in as the man gestured for her to go inside. She turned and looked as the man closed the door behind her. In the dim lighting of the room was another woman sitting at the private table.

“Come in Doctor,” the woman purred.

The sounds of Chase’s heeled boot clicking on the floor echoed in the dimly light room. The woman in front of her was tall, slim, with black hair in an high pony tail, and sparkling green eyes. As Chase reached for the chair opposite her, the woman held out her black leather opera glove clad arm.

“Here they call me Irena Dubrovna,” the woman smiled, “But I am sure you know that isn’t my real name.”

“And what do I know you as?” Chase asked, shaking the gloved hand.

“Meow,” was all the woman said in response.

“Ah…” Chase said as she pulled her overcoat off and hung it on the back of her seat.

“Your soups ladies,” a man called from the doorway.

Chase turned and saw three men come in, waiters, one helped Chase with her chair, another poured a glass of red wine and the third put bowls on the table for them. The three then quickly left and closed the door behind them. The woman across from her held up something in her hand, and the lights brightened a bit.

“Catwoman?” Chase whispered her question.

“Of course,” the other woman smiled.

“How did you…” Chase wondered.

“You don’t have to be a doctor to read a person,” Catwoman smirked, “And I have decided that you are worth looking into and reading up on.”

“Oh?” Chase responded, looking at the woman in front of her.

“We have the same taste in men, men’s evening wear, ladies evening wear and ladies underwear,” the woman said before standing up to the side of the table.

Chase took in the image of the woman’s incredible figure in the polished purple pencil dress with the black boots and black leather opera gloves. The woman gracefully sat back in her seat and started eating her soup.

“So you arranged this just to speak with me?” Chase said, “I am impressed.”

“You know we could get all catty over Bruce,” Catwoman smirked, “But I think he is man enough for the both of us to share, and besides… don’t tell me that you haven’t been wanting me in your bed as well.”

“Well, I can’t say you are wrong,” Chase noted.

“I think you will find that I have chosen a different path for my life and would like to be on the right side,” Catwoman smiled as she blew a bit on the spoon of her soup.

The image of the woman in front of her in bed with her sprang into Chase’s mind and she had to admit, the idea of the pair rolling around in latex made her sex warm and damp.

“Enjoy your soup,” Catwoman smiled.

The pair held off their conversation while they eat their soup. But it didn’t stop them from giving in to the childish urge to play footsie under the table. Once they finished their soup, Catwoman hit a button on the remote and the lights dimmed, and three waiters came in and took their bowls, replacing them with plates of duck al’orange and refilling their glasses with the correct wine. Once they left, Catwoman hit the remote and adjusted the lights.

“We have to maintain a degree of mystery,” Catwoman smiled.

“That only makes this sexier,” Chase agreed.

“Eat the sherbert first,” Catwoman said.

“Oh? I know about the pallet cleansing…” Chase said as she scooped the sherbet from the small bowl on the side of the plate into her mouth.

It was fruity in flavor.

“And it clears out the onion breath so I can kiss you,” Catwoman said before leaning over the table to plant a kiss on Chase’s mouth.

Chase let her eyes close and accepted the kiss, prodding the other woman’s mouth with her tongue. Both woman could feel their mutual attraction and passion in their panties. As they broke their kiss Chase looked at the skin tight bust of the purple dress and noticed the erect nipples under purple latex.

“Lets eat up and go back to my place,” Chase suggested.

“I was hoping you would say that…” Catwoman smiled.

*

Chase and Catwoman practically fell into her apartment as the door opened. They were kissing, and running their hands over each other. The pair giggled as Chase took the black leather gloved hand and lead her towards her bedroom. The two women went right to the bed and stopped right before the bed. Catwoman started to strip Chase out of her Arkham Staff uniform. Chase let her as she kept kissing the black haired beauty in front of her.

“Have you had many girlfriends?” Catwoman asked.

“One or two…” Chase said before kissing the woman again and moving her arms to take off her blouse.

“Well then, I will blow them out of the water!” Catwoman said as she kissed the blonde doctor again.

Once Catwoman had Chase out of her bra, skirt, panties, she pushed the blonde back on to the bed and crawled on top of her.

“Like the garter belt and thigh highs, classy,” Catwoman purred, “And you knew to wear your panties over the garter straps.”

The black haired feline femme fatale crawled over Chase’s booted and hosed legs to the hot, wet, naked, slit between her legs and started to kiss, lick and suck. Chase threw her head back and pulled a pillow over her face to muffle her wanton moans. It didn’t take Catwoman any time at all to make the good doctor’s body shutter and spasm with a mind shattering orgasm.

“Holy shit,” Chase gasped.

“I told you,” Catwoman came up and kissed the blonde.

Chase could taste herself on the black haired woman’s mouth and lips and she loved it even more.

“Now, how about you go put on some sexy latex for me…” Catwoman commanded…

*

Dick and Tim were standing on either side of Bruce as he went over the intercepted messages from the Budapest League of Shadows leadership to the Boston League leadership.

“I am not sure if they are looking to bring weapons into the US or bring weapons out of the US,” Bruce noted.

Ding, Bruce’s phone on the counter chimed that he got a text message.

“What happened to turning off your cellphone?” Dick asked.

“Focus Dick,” Bruce muttered.

Ding.

“Is that Fox?” Tim asked.

“Doesn’t mater, focus,” Bruce grumbled.

Ding.

“Who is texting you? Clark? Dina?” Dick asked.

“What about Kathy?” Tim added.

“Yeah, she could be in trouble again,” Dick added.

Bruce started to give a low ‘Bat-Monster Growl.’

“Right, so what evidence do you have of that it is weapons coming into the states?” Dick said.

“Or exiting the country?” Tim asked.

“Master Bruce, answer your phone, and inform Doctor Meridian and Miss Kyle that they should not send me their ‘lewds’ if you do not answer your phone,” Alfred called to the cave from the intercom.

“What?” Dick instantly grabbed Bruces phone and looked at it, “Damn! You need to see the doctor right now!”

Bruce tackled Dick and Tim caught the phone, on the screen was a selfie of Selina and Chase both half naked in rubber outfits with a message stating ‘we are waiting for our Dark knight!

“And that is Steph and Cass get it from…” Tim said before handing over the phone to Bruce.

“I’ll be back,” Bruce said storming off, “And Dick, go search all of the parking lots for evidence!”