While one mind is controlled, another is split...

Pinning Zatanna to the wall of her library and kissing down her chest, the woman laughed, wrapping her legs around his waist just to keep steady while Bruce licked and sucked at her breasts. Her little mind control spell worked a bit too perfectly, she admitted. She never knew Bruce could be so forceful when made madly in love with anyone. Gasping in surprise, she felt Bruce tug at her bloomers and rip them clean off while unbuckling his own pants with one free hand. Her gasping cry soon melted into a moan when Bruce finally thrust into her and began kissing and licking the side of her neck.

Arching her back, Zatanna slid off the tattered remains of her jacket while Bruce’s thrusting made her see stars in her unfocused eyes. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she rode out the waves of pleasure flowing through her like a ship in a wild tide. Leaning her head down she found her mouth caught in a smoldering kiss that forced her eyes closed and made her dizzy from overstimulation. Going tense, Zatanna gasped when her whole body went rigid, her eyes fluttering when her first orgasm crashed through her. A rush of heat flood through her entire body before she nearly went limp, her legs nearly slipping loose and falling to the ground if not for Bruce still holding her up with his arms. Another surprise woke her in her post orgasmic bliss when Bruce carried her quickly to the book scattered table and turned her over to be bent over the desk.

Still energetic and entering into her again from behind, Bruce huffed and groaned, gripping the table with enough force to splinter the wood. Zatanna herself could only moan and laugh at the wild thrusts plowing into her. Undoing her hair and tossing away what was left of her cloths, Zatanna herself gripped at the ledge of the table, finding purchase while she rocked back and forth, her breasts mashed against the smooth surface which each rough thrust. “Yessss…. Hah… Huh… Harrrrderrrr…” The woman moaned and keened at the man’s efforts, all the while her mind continued to fantasize her true lover doing what Bruce was doing to her now.

*

“All the crates we found are almost loaded up boss!” Yelled a man up to the second-floor office of a warehouse, his hand slapping the surface of a crate marked with the ‘Rainy Day Umbrellas’ emblem on it. Behind him several men, wearing jackets where one side was black, and the other spray painted red, hauled crates and containers from a large van inside. Using a crowbar, one of the men cracked the crate open, prying the wooden top off to reveal assault weapons and grenades inside. “We took half, just like you said.”

Coming into view at the open window of the office, Harvey Dent looked down and gave a half smile from the scarred side of his face. “Good, good. Make sure you have those goods loaded up and shipped out.”

Getting a nod back from his crew, Two-Face turned back and sat at his desk. Half of the room was clean, pristine, well kept. The other… Looked just as burned and etched with scars as his other half. Split down the middle of the room from the desk to the door, it was almost like looking at a before and after image of a room that had been through a gasoline fire. Standing at the door were two of Harvey’s top sellers for the contraband his crew were about to unload and sell off. “Got a heavy pair if you think you can steal from the Penguin and get away with it boss.” Chuckled Rufus; the one man standing at the left of the office, scuffing his shoe on the grim of the floor. His cloths were weathered and worn. Obviously having made his mark in the alley gangs that make up the city, sporting tattoos on his bare arms of the factions he used to belong to. “For a short guy he’s got a BIG temper.”

“That bird has other things to peck at now.” Answered Harvey, going over the list of items his men gathered from the water under the docks. The fight between Batman and whoever decided to kill Penguin’s men had sent a lot of stock and material everywhere. No one at the time considered what was damaged and what was missing after the fact. “Knowing him, Cobblepot is going to find who took his men through a blender and try to do one better.” Giving a light chuckle, Harvey lit himself a cigarette and placed it at the left side of his mouth. “What we wouldn’t do to be the fly on THAT wall when shit hits the fan and that bird gets what’s coming to him.”

“So, why’d you take only half the stuff boss? There’s enough there we could turn this town into a warzone.” Asked Montino; the other man at the right of the room, checking the cuffs of his expensive tailored suit and tracing a finger over a file cabinet, surprised to find it so clean despite the other side of the room. One of the few remaining members of the Falcone gang after it was wiped out by Calendar Man and the Holiday Killer. When Two-Face found him, he gave the man a 50/50 chance to join his crew.

“We thought about it but… He won the coin toss.” Turning his face to obscure his scarred side, Harvey’s unmarred side of his face smirked strangely at his own comment. At that point, Harvey’s voice seemed… Cleaner, less raspy as he pulled out his silver dollar and flipped it in his hand. “Better to take half as much then be too greedy. Take it all and you start a war, take only half and you can only threaten with war.” Putting out the cigarette on the scarred side of his lip, Two-Face continued. “And while everyone is threatening each other, we can make a buck out of it all and no one gets killed.”

Chuckling at their boss’s reasoning, the two men looked to each other before looking back at Two-Face, who by now sat straight to look at both men, both sides of his face smiling. “Now get to work you two, we don’t like waiting for results if we can do it in half the time.”