Yes

KARA

Kara adjusted her skirt one final time. As if it’s going to make a difference, she thought. Then she reached forward and knocked on the shabby looking door in front of her.

The door opened and a slender girl wearing a wig poked her head out. “You’re late!” She said, grabbing Kara and yanking her inside.

She found herself pushed down a hallway by the smaller girl, past a number of other girls, currently in the process of getting dressed. There was a short red-haired girl, wearing an outfit similar to her own, but with a blue skirt instead of a red one. The girl’s skin had been painted green to make her resemble Miss Martian and she was currently checking her reflection in a small mirror to be sure the paint hadn’t rubbed away anywhere. Another girl, in a fishnet and a top hat, and not much else, was practicing a magic trick with a “magic wand.”

Kara swallowed hard. They all looked so confident, even bored by the routine of their work. But this was her first time doing anything like this. She’d only had a few boyfriends and she’d never made it far enough with any of them to get the point where she was comfortable stripping for them. Let alone playing dress up.

“I…I’m Sally.” She said to the woman leading her, quite dumbly.

“I know.” The girl answered. “Esper, Super Girl finally arrived!”

A massive woman, with dark hair and an imposing gaze appeared, a couple of pins in her mouth. She was trailed by a busty looking woman around Kara’s age, in an almost accurate Power Girl outfit.

Oh no.

“Ah, so this is the one called Sally, I have heard so much about.” The woman said in a thick Latvarian accent.

Kara blushed. What had Gerry told this woman?

She was pulled out of that thought when the woman named Esper reached out and grabbed Kara’s chin with her hand. Kara froze, allowing the woman to manipulate her body but refusing to make eye contact with her. She was too busy staring at the woman dressed as Power Girl. The woman who seemed to be enjoying her inspection by Esper.

“Naive little thing, aren’t you?” Esper said, as she **** open Kara’s mouth to inspect her teeth and throat. “Well, don’t worry, we’ll soon cure you of that, little one.”

Super Girl shivered and closed her eyes in shame at her own anticipation.

“She’s new right?” The woman dressed as Power Girl intimated. “She better not mess up my routine.”

Esper growled at the busty dancer, causing her to retreat slightly. Then she grabbed Kara’s ass and steered her toward the other girl. “You worry too much, Crystal. She is fast learner…she will do fine…”

Kara struggled not to let out a sound of surprise. Instead, she just stared into the middle distance in shock. The middle distance, in this instance, was the girl named Crystal’s obviously artificial cleavage.

Then Esper leaned close and ran her hand across Kara’s cheek, tugging at her straight blond hair. “You know what will happen, if you mess up…”

Kara struggled not to react. Every instinct in her body screamed at her to break this woman’s arm. To run away at super speed. To go flying up out through the roof and most important, get the fuck out of here.

Instead, she nodded.

Then Esper turned away and returned to whatever sewing she must have been doing. Kara watched her go before turning back to the girl named Crystal.

“Figures, you’d be another lesbo like Esper.” Crystal said, folding her arms beneath her massive, creamy breasts.

Kara shook her head and Crystal got a cruel look on her face.

“Do you have any idea what you signed up for?” She asked.

Kara turned away and almost ran into the girl who’d brought her here. “Crystal…try not to break her on her first night…Sally, just follow Crystal’s lead. You’ve only got one routine tonight, so make it count.”

Kara was about to ask the girl what that routine was, but then the girl was called away by a woman in a frankly insulting parody of Vixen’s costume. Then she turned back to Crystal and found the girl smirking at her.

KATE

I watched, disinterestedly as the girls playing Bat Girl and Robin were whipped by a girl in a Cat Woman costume. While she appreciated the skintight dominatrix wear they’d selected for Selina, she didn’t like thinking about Cassandra or Stephanie like that.

They were the closest thing she had to daughters.

The curtains finally closed and the announcer explained that Young Justice would be up next. That could be nice. Kate had always thought Donna Troy was a bit too much like her stuck up sister.

Then a cocktail arrived from one of the waitresses.

Kate stared at the glass and then at the woman, who pointed to the bar meaningfully. There was a strangely charming man in his thirties at least, seated there and twinkling his fingers at her ridiculously.

Normally, she would have ignored him and continued watching the show. But she recognized the shit eating grin on his face. It was a look she’d seen on the faces of countless criminals. The predatory smile of someone who knew you were fucked.

Kate felt the bile rise in her throat. He couldn’t know it was her, could he? She had taken so many precautions, changed her appearance so much. Not even Barbara, or “Oracle” as she had insisted she be called over the wire, knew about her secret.

She stood up, taking her purse with her and slowly making her way toward the bar. She couldn’t let him leave here, if he’d somehow identified her.

“You bought me a drink.” She said, when she got within earshot of him.

On-stage, a girl dressed as Zatanna began to address Wonder Girl and Miss Martian.

The man nodded, still grinning.

“You didn’t get the feeling,” Kate began. “That I might not be interested in male companionship if I was in this place?”

The man shrugged and took a swig of something fruity and sweet. “I just got you a drink, I don’t know why you think I wanted your companionship.”

He paused and then stared at her, sternly. “But you’re welcome to toss it out, if you want to end up in the headlines tomorrow.”

Kate’s eyes widened. “What!?”

His eyes twinkled. “Drink up. Then we’ll talk.”

Kate watched as he glanced, briefly at the action on the stage, before smiling and teetering off in the direction of the bathroom. She watched him go, staggered by the imbecility of men. She ran back over to her table, grabbing the fresh drink and prepared to splash it all over the balding fuck, as soon as he came back.

Then she stopped herself. She had to be calm about this. She had to find out what he knew, before she let him leave. If she made a scene, it was sure to go badly for her.

As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t just beat up whoever she didn’t like. But if this was some kind of low-level crook, hoping to **** her, well, if she just played along until he said something incriminating, she could have him thrown in jail without anyone the wiser about her actual involvement at this place.

She waited for a long time for him to return from the bathroom. Her throat became dry. The skit with Young Justice ended, and the announcer proclaimed that Power Girl and Super Girl would be up next. It should have been the highlight of her evening. Instead, she was staring at this damn drink, as if hoping it might evaporate all on its own.

Her encyclopedic knowledge informed her it was cocktail known as “Between-the-sheets”, a fact she was sure was intentional his part.

She would not be bested by him, whoever he was, she decided. She tasted the drink to check for poison and waited a few minutes to see if it might make her drowsy. Then she shotgunned it, afraid he might return before she was able to finish it otherwise. (KATE: +4SP)(-55SP)

It wasn’t a Between-the-Sheets. It was gin, not rum. That made it, if she knew her drinks, a “Maiden’s Prayer.” She felt somewhat sick, as the man returned, glancing over in her direction and sitting down at her booth.

“What do you want?” She said as he stared at the empty glass meaningfully.

He smiled and gestured for the waitress. “It’s not about what I want, Miss Kane…it’s about what I can give you…”

As the waitress arrived he pointed at the cocktail glass and said “Two more. She’s paying.” Then he jerked a hand in the direction of Kate.

The waitress looked at Kate expectantly and Kate found herself gritting her teeth…and nodding. (KATE: +6SP)(-49SP)

Damn him! This wasn’t some fucking game.

“What do you want?” She repeated in a low snarl, once the waitress had left.

“I’d like to give you…a rich woman of exquisite taste, something that money cannot buy you.” He leaned closer and she was repelled by the heat of his breath. How had she ever thought this douchebag was charming? “A peaceful state of mind.”

Power Girl and Super Girl had just stepped out on stage, but Kate wasn’t staring at them. She was staring into the eyes of this low-life moron, for some speck of fear or uncertainty.

She found none.

“I know who you are.” He finally said. “And unless you want the Daily Planet finding out about your little trip here, I suggest you keep buying me drinks.”

KARA

Kara had wanted to refuse when Crystal informed her about their little skit. She had tried to contact Gerry using the earring, but he wasn’t picking up.

Now she was out on stage, staring into the poorly illuminated audience, imagining all the people about to witness her lowest point.

“Super Girl, I’m tired of you telling everyone how much of a slut I am!” Crystal said, jutting her chest out and receiving a few laughs from the horny audience.

“Oh yeah…well…I’m tired of you treating me like a little kid!” Kara found herself saying. Somewhere, out there was the man with the green suit. She had to impress him. What was about to happen would bruise her ego, but nothing more.

“Reaaaaaallly?” Crsytal drawled. Then she walked over, passing the chair in the center of the stage. Then she grabbed Kara and lifted her up onto her shoulder.

Kara struggled not to fight back, as she imagined all the faces staring up her, albeit very ineffective, skirt, at her Super Girl branded panties.

“Well too bad.” Crystal said, sitting down on the chair and swinging Kara over one knee. “You don’t want to be treated like a little girl…you should stop acting like one!”

Then she flipped up Kara’s skirt.

KATE

Kate watched as the man glanced at the show and smiled knowingly. “Sorry, I’ve got to check something on my phone.” He said.

Then he switched on his phone and pressed something with his thumb. When he was done, he turned it back off and lay it down on the table top.

“Great show, huh?” He asked, continuing to watch.

KARA

Only as Crystal flipped up her skirt, did Kara realize that Crystal could hurt herself, trying to spank a Kryptonian. It was too late, though, to stop any of it, as the hand came down.

SMACK!

Kara jumped in surprise. She didn’t feel pain often and even more rarely in that particular area of her body. What had just happened?

“You spend all day flying around, showing everyone what’s under your skirt!” Crystal said, as she lifted her hand again.

SMACK!

“And you act like I’m the slutty one.”

SMACK!

Kara wiggled. The pain in her rear. The impact of each of Crystal’s hits was making her cheeks wobble. She turned toward the audience and tried to use her X-ray vision to make out the street beyond.

She couldn’t. Her vision didn’t even just stop against the wall, as it would have, if the wall was made of lead. Nothing happened when she tried to flex the muscle in her eye, which allowed it.

She squirmed against Crystal’s grip. The girl held her down easily.

Kara wasn’t particularly built, because, well, how could she be? She would have had to move massive amounts of weight, daily, to build up a musculature. And as a Kryptonian, she’d never needed to.

Without her powers, she was easily man-handled by the larger girl.

“You act like you’re so great, because you were cousins with Superman.” The girl said, with a smile. “But you’re really just a little attention whore, aren’t you?”

She punctuated the assessment with another slap. These were beginning to seriously sting. How much longer was this skit going to go?

“You’ll never be as great as he was.” Crystal said, her cleavage heaving with the exertion of her work and the ineffectual writhing of Kara’s stinging body.

SMACK!

“You’re just a sad-”

SMACK!

“-pathetic-”

SMACK!

“Little girl!”

Kara stared up at Crystal with tears in her eyes, pleading with her to end the scene prematurely and let her get backstage before she balled her eyes out in front of the crowd.

Crystal just grinned sadistically. “Admit that you wished you were more like me.”

Kara winced and squeezed her legs together. She really hoped Gerry wasn’t listening in for this part.

“I wish I was more like you. Please let me go!” She was using her real voice now, instead of the upper pitched one she was supposed to use for the Super Girl “character”.

SMACK!

“Admit you wish you were as strong as me!”

“I wish I was as strong as you! Please!”

SMACK!

“Admit you wish you were as cool as me.”

“Aaah! I wish was as cool as you.”

SMACK! SMACK!

“Aww, poor little nerd. Say you wish you were as sexy as me.”

SMACK!

“I-I wish I was as sexy as you…please…please stop!”

SMACK!

“Admit that you wish you had an ass like mine.” Crystal demanded, running her hand over Kara’s reddening cheeks.

“I wish…I wish I had an ass like yours.”

SMACK!

“Damn straight! Admit you wish you had tits like mine.” She said, leaning forward to rest her breasts against Kara’s back.

Kara’s eyes filled with tears. “I wish I had tits like yours…”

“Aww, poor little baby Super Girl is crying…” Crystal said, scooping up Kara and pulling her into a hug like she was a little kid.

Kara stared up at Crystal in worry, as Crystal stood up, showing off Kara’s reddened ass to the whole club. “Don’t worry, Super Girl…your new mommy is going to take good care of you…”

And as she said it, she pushed Kara’s tear-streaked face between her bulging, enhanced cleavage, getting another round of laughter and applause, as she carried weak little Super Girl off the stage.

KATE

“I know you don’t belong here…Miss Kane.” The man said, as he stirred his third drink since sitting down.

“I don’t know who you think I am, but my name’s not Kane.” Kate answered.

“Right…you think I wouldn’t recognize Gotham’s most famous bachelorette. The high strung lesbian daughter of a colonel…I bet your old pa wouldn’t be too pleased to see you scumming it up in a place like this.” He said, as he finished his drink.

Kate didn’t answer. Best not to give him fodder to work with, let him do the talking. He would let something slip, eventually.

“I bet…if he knew you were down here, sniffing around for some cunt, you’d be over his knee…just like Super Girl was, up on stage, a second ago. I bet you’d be bawling your eyes out like the military brat you are.”

Kate grabbed the underside of the table to keep from slugging the man.

“I am not whoever you think I am…” She finally said. “But if you don’t leave, I’ll call the bouncer.”

“Go ahead! He’s a good friend of mine…so is everyone who runs this bar in fact…and I’m sure they’ll make great witnesses when I tell the papers who you are and why you stopped off in National City.” The man said, sipping the partially alcoholic water from the melting ice in his cup.

Kate stared at him for a long moment. She could leave now. Then if he came out with the story, she would deny it. And her friends in the league, the ones who didn’t trust her as much, they would ask questions. She was a pretty good liar.

But the League weren’t detectives. Barbara, Cassandra and Stephanie. Barbara was a living dictionary and Kate knew for a fact that she didn’t trust her the way she’d trusted Bruce. Cassandra was a living lie detector and Stephanie had a history of stirring up shit for the sake of it. One of them would put two and two together, between Kate’s little sabbaticals away from Gotham, and the mysterious Miss Morris’ appearances at clubs like this all over the United States.

Kate Kane would be fine. It was Batwoman who would pay the price for this idiot’s blabber mouth.

Kate sighed. “How much?”

“What?” He looked surprised. How fucking dare he?

“I am not the person you speak of, but I am willing to pay you a small fee, to keep your mouth shut about my time here. I assume you and your friends who run this place, wouldn’t want it to get out that you were blackmailer’s either. That kind of thing could close the place down, so the way I see it, we both benefit from a small, one-time, anonymous donation, followed by never having to see each other again.”

The man thought it over, for a moment. “I was thinking of a transaction that was a little less monetary…”

Kate stared at him in utter disgust. “You think that I’m going to fuck you, is that it?”

“Relax, Miss Kane. I know you’re a dyke and all, so I wasn’t going to ask you to suck me off.” He said, like it was all some big joke. “But I thought that I could call in a favor.”

“You have to be joking.” She said. It required every bit of her training not to break his nose right now.

“A gal like you, you get invited to all sorts of fancy shindigs. I figure, if I fix myself up, you let me go along with you. Introduce me to some of your uppity friends as an old army pal. Then you and I never have to see each other again.”

She stared at him, gobsmacked. “Why the fuck would I take you anywhere in the vicinity, of MY friends?”

“Well, you can arrange the guest list, Miss Kane. I know the Wayne family is very charitable. You can tell them that I’m an unfortunate soul you’ve…taken under your wing. I just want four or five hours to rub elbows with Gotham’s finest. I promise I won’t snitch about your visit here…of course, if I do, you’ll be able to have me arrested for **** and this whole place shut down. Otherwise, you can go back to your big city life and I’ll have a night I can look back on for the rest of my life.”

She stared at him, again, trying to read something from his dopey grin. Some sign that this was all some absurd practical joke. What the fuck did he think was going to happen?

“Who are you?” She asked. “Why did you come here tonight?”

“I heard you were in the area…I got friends in low places, Miss Kane. It’s not a good idea to piss me off…not when I’ve been so fair and equitable in this discussion.”

Low places, eh? Well, if he was involved with Intergang or the League of Shadows…that could provide a reason for Batwoman to investigate him…beyond the fact that he was blackmailing Katherine Kane, in an almost childishly amateurish way.

“I’ll need a few weeks to get the party together.” She finally said. (KATE: +15SP)(-34SP)

“That’s fine with me. We can work out the details later, all you have to do is give me your phone number, I’ll tell you when I’ll be arriving…who I’d like to see…what you can introduce me as.” He said, still with that same, terrible smile.

What was his angle? How could he possibly think any of this was working to his advantage? If he showed up at her penthouse, dressed like he was, there’d be a dozen or so people who would begin wondering about ****. He wouldn’t be able to get away with taking it any further.

She considered for a moment and then shook her head. “No. You give me your phone number, otherwise, the agreement is null and you don’t get you invite.”

The man lifted an eyebrow at her. Then he pulled up his phone and showed her a contact on his list.

Kara Danvers. Super Girl’s secret identity.

He pressed the call button and waited for a moment. Then he spoke.

“Hey, Kara, your buddy Gerry here…I just called to tell you that I found out some information I think CatCo would really like…”

Kate tried to snatch the phone from him. But although she was stronger and faster than him, he had anticipated the move and although she now had him pinned to the inside of the booth, the phone lifted was just outside of her reach.

“Turn it off.” She said to him, through gritted teeth.

Even half-strangled by her elbow, his eyes gleamed.

“Excuse me? Is something wrong over here?” Asked one of the waitresses.

Kate removed her arm, staring at “Gerry” and then at his phone. He smirked and clicked the red “end call” button.

“Nah, just foreplay, right sweet cheeks?” He said, giving her a ridiculous smile.

She dug her fingernails into the wood of the table. “Yeah. Sure.” (KATE: +5SP)(-29SP)

The waitress gave them a suspicious look but then hurried away.

Gerry turned back to Kate. “Quit with the games, bitch. Give me your phone number.”

Kate glared at him for a long moment. As he began to stand up, she grabbed a pen and began to write a series of numbers, on a napkin. (KATE: +3SP)(-26SP)

“You can’t share that…” She said, sliding it over to him.

He grinned and began punching in the numbers into his phone. After a moment, her cell began to ring.

She just stared at him, as he ended the call.

“Sorry, doll, I just had to be sure you weren’t trying to pull a fast one. You can have the party ready in two weeks, can’t you?”

“I said a few weeks…I’m busy.” She answered.

“Nah, I’ll give you two weeks, starting from tomorrow? How about that? I’m such a generous guy.”

She glared at him, eyes twitching.

“Say it. Promise me it will be in two weeks.”

Kate stared at the surface of the table. She couldn’t wait to get out of here, to put on her costume and kick the balls on this asshole from here to kingdom come.

“It will be in two weeks.” She finally said. (KATE: +2SP)(-24SP)

“See you soon.” He said, as he practically skipped out of the club.

Kate continued staring at the table top. What the fuck had just happened?