into the 'fun'

Well from Zatanna's expression, and my unremarkable ability of simple deduction; it's easy enough to conclude that those cameras weren't supposed to go out. But honestly, this should be run-of-the-mill for the Justice League, just another day. They deal with problems all the time; it's their 'thing.' So, in the long run, is this all really such a big deal?

Although it can easily be argued that that today just has not been their day; I mean, they do deal with problems, but so far they haven't been able to deal with me, most of them don't even see me as a problem! What if I'm the start of the League's downfall? Their first significant hiccup, causing a chain reaction; I don't want people to get hurt, I just... I just want to bust a nut- I'm a simple man with simple needs. Besides, if whatever's going on happens to be too much for the League to handle, I can quickly subdue the problem with a single sentence.

But as for now, I am extremely aroused from all the perverted chaos I've caused in the recent minutes, and I need relief. Luckily, I know just how to go about it.

From an outsider's perspective, you see, I might just be a retarded perverted teen, but most people don't realize that I'm not actually a retard, I just have retarded tendencies. There's a difference. While I'm busy jacking it, my mind is racing for the best way to improve my experience with over a million possibilities.

Okay, that's a complete lie, I'm just trying to make myself look better to the audience. In all actuality, when I'm masturbating, typically my mind goes a bit foggy, and my dick starts having a mind of its own, but we've had this conversation before. At the current moment, Big Billy is telling me to ignore the broken cameras and finish what we started, and ever since I got these earrings; what Billy wants Billy gets! In fact, he knows exactly how he wants it-

I turn back away from the monitors with the intent to get Zatanna back on all fours so I can shove Billy between her thick cheeks doggy style. But she disappeared before I even could make a sentence. Not in a magical smoke or anything she usually does, no, she just popped away; like she disconnected from an online server.

"What the shit?"

She- she just left me!? Wow, that hurt, that actually hurt. Frankly, I feel betrayed, what could be more important than me!? Well, okay maybe what's going on with those cameras might cause for a commotion, still- I just wanna nut! Am I asking for too much, I give all of those chicks in there the opportunity to suck on Wonder Woman's tits, Wonder Woman! Or is it Wonder Slut now? I should change that back; it doesn't roll off the tongue. Anyway! I do a generous act, by giving all the females a chance to suckle on godly nipples, and this is how the world repays me!? By not allowing me the sweet sensation that comes with post ejaculation!?

*Sigh*

Ah well, I'll remember this next time I try doing people favors, I'm aware I could easily have Zatanna come back and use her body to finish, but it's probably for the best if she handles whatever's going on. Did she say the Containment Facility cameras went out? I didn't even know they had one; I bet I'd know more about this place if I actually stuck with the tour but woah- They could be keeping actual villains on here.

Surprisingly with the amount of villainous activity being broadcasted on the news regularly, I've never actually come across a supervillain myself. Well, there was this guy who calls himself Captain Cold, but I don't know if he'd count; I heard he's a pretty skillful thief, but the one time I saw him in person from outside my bedroom window, the Flash tied him up before I could comprehend what was happening.

I've never seen in person, just how dangerous they could be- But just to stay on the safe side, I think it would be best if I stayed with the group. If someone broke out of containment, I'd prefer to be under superhero protection, since I haven't had the opportunity to test out how the earrings work on a villain, and I'm not sure if I want to find out. I know this might sound stupid coming from me, but I actually enjoy living, at least before when I snuck into the woman's bathroom - It's funny thinking back to that moment that started it all - I knew that I was messing with superheroes; they have a moral compass that the majority of their villainous counterparts severely lack.

Also, if villains are running around the ship and my earrings do prove to keep me safe, I'd need to make sure to stick around Nichole like glue; as much as she's a pain, as her older brother, I feel obligated to keep her safe. Or perhaps I'm just using that as an excuse to fuck with her in person now that I have a grasp of what I can do- You pick.

Oh, wait-

"It's normal for me to know exactly where the Hall of Justice is."

Just like that, I have the exact path I need to take in my head, it's hard to explain; I don't know where anything else is, It's as if I have a map of the Watchtower in my head, but everything else is covered in a fog, except the Hall of Justice.

After zipping up my pants, which I would honestly leave behind if it weren't so chilly, I step out into the hall.

Bruce finally completed his project, the fruit of his work invisible to the naked eye, but the upgrade he installed in his mask should be the key to countering the earrings reality-warping effects.

While most people would go to a magical solution to this abnormal problem, Bruce is, and will always be, a man of science; instead of searching for a complicated answer he instead opened his eyes to a simpler possibility. The earrings change what everyone perceives as standard, and the only person aware of the new reality is the one in possession of the artifacts. He wanted to believe that if one has mental defenses powerful enough they could prove to be immune, but Zatanna eliminated that option.

With all that aforementioned knowledge, Bruce came up with this simple idea, inside of his mask he installed a simple microchip. A miniature microphone is linked to the chip, all he needs to do is attach the mic to the teen, and he'll be good to go. The microphone's continuously recording, and with simple programming, Bruce was able to make the chip in his mask save the last thirty seconds of audio whenever the word 'Normal' is picked up. That way he'll be able to know exactly what is and isn't normal.

And when he's in the same room as the teen, Bruce'll have to assume everything he does is abnormal, since it would be impossible to tell otherwise.

But everything is coming along surprisingly well. He thinks to himself as the elevator doors open to the cold dark expanse of the Batcave. All that's left to do is install all of the changes to reality the Flash has written down, so he'll be able to dream what has been changed while he was away, and have Circe transport him to the Watchtower. It would be nice to finally meet the kid who's causing so much trouble, without actually causing any.

But with all of his preparations, he found himself surprised at what he saw upon entering the Batcave.

So, I was minding my own business alright? And I mean it this time, I wasn't messing with anyone; well, I was going to once I made it back to the group, but at the current moment I wasn't fucking around with anyone. But then off in the distance, I saw the strangest thing, and trust me I see strange things all the time when I look down into my pants.

I noticed two slender legs sliding into an open room as if someone were pulling them, then the door instantly closed. Now me, being the brave and intelligent man that I am, decided to turn around and find another way to get to my destination; since I didn't want anything to do with what's in that room.

But mear seconds after I turned around, I heard a-

*Chick* *Click*

And a feminine dollish voice saying "Now now! Where yah' think yerr goin' sweety?"

And that's why I currently find myself backed up to the wall in a reasonably spacious janitorial closet. With Harley Quinn, 'The' Harley Quinn, the same chick who's been known to **** people without a second thought, the same chick who's typically locked up in solitary confinement for her violent tendencies. Welp, she's pointing a loaded gun right towards my face, well, I assume it's loaded; at the moment currently not too keen on finding out the answer myself.

That's also not to mention that on the floor a couple feet away from my own feet lays the **** body of Hawkgirl; god, I hope she's ****, but from what I know about Harley, I fear the worst. Honestly, Hawkgirl wasn't too high up on my superheroine celebrity chart, but she's still been brought up in the occasional conversation at school.

In fact, this guy at school has a rediculous crush on her, every time people talk to him about superheroes he always brings Hawkgirl up, bragging about the time she saved him from a collapsing building. He claims he brushed against her boobs as she held him in her arms, and whenever a guy spoke about hot heroines, he would be like 'Yeah, well did I ever tell you I touched Hawkgirl's tits?' Like he needed to shut the fuck up, no one believed him, and even if he did, I could shoot back with enough shit to keep him quiet; though in all honesty he probably wouldn't believe me, and we'd end up switching roles.

She looked so peaceful on the floor, her head to her side chest facing up; huh, if you ignore her ass in those tights, her outfit was generally on the more modest side, compared to her female comrades. But since I removed bras, her nipples are slightly visible in her extremely tight top. However, I can't blame her for wanting to show off, it's easy to tell that if she had a bra on her nips would be impossible to spot.

Eyeing her sprawled on the floor, with lips partly open; and her wings making her look like an angel that fell from the sky. I find myself getting a tad bit aroused, which isn't the best given my current situation.

Luckily Harley snapped me out of it before Big Billy gained enough mass to make me do something that'd cause a bullet to land in my skull.

Noticing my gaze, she smirked to herself. "Don't get ya' gum in a twirl." She says between loud *chews*, "The girl's notss dead."

My only response was a mear gulp, it's hard to find the right words when a killer is holding a gun to your face.

She tilted her had at my silence, a frown forming on her bright red lips. "Aw, I see yah don't have gum?" Lowering the gun slightly she reached down her top, fumbling under her breast trying to find something in her corset. "Ah! Here it is!" She chimed, pulling out a box of gum, "You can have some Quinn branded- Oh- Aww pooie! I'm all out..." She said with a pout before tossing the empty box behind her.

"Um- I-"

"It's fine," She said, shaking her black and red dyed hair. "You can have mine!" Then she raised the red-gloved hand that was under her bust seconds earlier and stuck it into her mouth, pulling out her slimy chewed gum before holding it out in her palm with a smile- She's actually pretty cute when you ignore the gun.

"N- No thanks- Please don't shoot me, please!"

"Hmmm- Really?" She pouted a second time, "No one ever wants to try my gum, it's not poisonous I promise!"

"Dumm-"

After two blinks she shrugged, causing her breasts to jiggle a tad, and tossed the gum back into her mouth with a- *Plop*

Speaking of her breasts, they're pretty sizable, about the same size of Hawkgirl's actually; I wonder how they'd both size up... And her pure white skin looks stunning, the room's dim lighting giving her white skin light blue hue.

"Ah!" Her voice snapped me out of my perverted daze, I need to stop, she has a gun pointed at me! One pull of that trigger and my life will be over. "Am I that cute in this get-up?" She says, looking down to herself, "I was trying on a load of different outfits, this is actually my 52nd attempt, but I like it! It's new and hip!"

"I- Duh- are- are you going to kill me?"

"Yeahhh I'm cute, ya' don't need to say it. I'm even showin' off cleavage like all the other chicks do!" She said, before looking down at Hawkgirl's **** figure. "Except for her, she ain't like showin' showing off. Honestly, she's missin' out, cleavage is so useful to distract people! Like you! Ya' can't help but look at my rack even though I have a gun pointed at yass face."

"I'm not-"

"Ann' if I jump up and down like this..." She said while jumping up surprisingly high multiple times, well it probably wouldn't be surprising given her thick legs, but I couldn't look down there since my gaze was trapped on her tits bouncing wildly in, and even out of her top; holy shit, I love this world without bras. "You can't help but drool even though you're life is in danger!" I spotted her blue painted nipples multiple times with each jump. When she finished bouncing, she had to adjust her top to put her breasts back in place.

"I- Whuh?"

"Yeah exactly!"

Why does someone like her have to be a crazed maniac? Why world? Why?!

"Okie anyway," She shakes the gun and steps closer to me to gain my attention. "I actually don't kill people unless necessary, or if Mistah' J tells me too. And since he only ordered me to place these bombs, I have no reason to kill you. And honestly-" She suddenly dashes towards me, close enough as to give me a whiff of her skin. Pressing the gun into my chest, she whispers into my ear. "I like yah-" Then jumping back, causing her tits to jiggle, she tosses the gun in the air, catching it pointing towards me again. "You're like a cute little scared puppy! I wannah let you go free."

"Soo-"

"Only problem izz yah really just a normal guy." She mused

"Normal?"

"Yeah, can't have you walking around and spillin' duh beans," She said with a sigh, "Soo Imah' have to tie ya' up here sweety." Reaching a hand behind her back, she puts her gun away and whips out a white rag from- her pants? I don't know- But wait- I need to try something-

"Wait wait- can- I just, leave?" I hesitantly said.

Tilting her head, she gave me a somewhat quizzical look. "Yeah, ya' can, I guess. But I won't letcha get far." She said with a curt nod and her hands on her hips.

Uh- Okay I don't fully trust how the earrings work on someone as mentally unstable as her, from the way she's been acting she seems like a semi-nice woman; but it doesn't change the fact that she apparently planted bombs around the ship and pointed a gun at me. She'll let me leave, but she also won't? Shouldn't me seeing what she's doing be normal to her? She even said it herself, I'm a normal guy! But I guess normal or not she can't let anyone ruin whatever she has planned. Perhaps there's a way to change her plans, though...

Let test something-

She continues to look at me, with her small head tilt, as if she's trying to figure out I'm going to try and dash past her or not. "Okie! Well, I have ah' lot more bombs to plant, and not that much time so-"

"It's normal for you to jump up and down three times..." I mutter.

Like clockwork, she bends her knees, pressing her ass close to the floor, and jumps high; once, twice, and a third time, her braless breasts bouncing wildly with each jump like cups of jello. Her face kept the same bemused expression, to her, jumping like that was a normal thing to do, like scratching an itch. What if I tell her it's normal to stop planting bombs? Or walk back into her cell? Stop being a villain?! Hmm, no something smaller-

I narrow in on her face, chewing idly on her gum, "Hey, It's- It's normal for you to make out with Hawkgirl on the floor right now to share your gum with her." I say, my confidence begging to build back up; the fact that she put her gun away helping.

"Hmm.." Harley hums to herself, as she turns to face the **** heroine. Jumping down on all fours she crawls over to Hawkgirl, giving her bright red lips a long drawn out lick, she grabs Hawkgirl by the back of the head and brings their faces together; mashing her lips into the heroines hard. She causes a powerful sucking sound, as she drains Hawkgirl's breath. Before spitting hard into the angel's mouth, sharing her last used gum.

Harley slowly removes her lips from Hawkgirls, leaving a sticky red mixture of both of their saliva and lipstick across Hawkgirl face. Harley licks her own lips to remove the sticky substance off of her own white face.

Wiping away a strand of hair she fixes her top and addresses me after pulling out her gun and the white cloth from behind her back. "Ah- Okay hun' I dunno why you keep stating obvious facts, but I'm running out of time so-"

"It's normal for-"

"Shut up!" She shouts, aiming her gun towards me again, "I honestly don't want to shoot you, but I have a job to do; so just zip it and inhale this like a good boy." She says, tossing the white cloth to my feet, "If you don't I'll pew pew your left arm, then blam blam your right one!" Tilting her head, she gives me a sympathetic smile while raising the gun to my head. "Now please don't make me do that."

Well fuck me in the ass and call me a potato-