A Justice League Meeting

*Sip*

Wonder Woman's soft lifts pressed against the tip of the glass like a cushion as she drank a light blue liquid; her throat carried it downwards with multiple audible gulps until the entire cup was emptied. It collided against the table, creating a loud CLANK while the Amazonian let out a satisfied sigh almost akin to that of a barbarian.

"What is this you say?" Her tongue slipped out from her mouth to coat her lips with a slick glaze and pick up any lingering traces of the drink. "Powder drink mix?"

"I.. Hehh.. y...yeah." Shazam held a flustered appearance on his face as he watched Wonder Woman with embarrassed amusement. "I mean, it's just sugar and water."

"Yes! But this powder is somehow imbued with the essence of fruit.. it is amazing. Steve never revealed the process of reducing fruit into powdered form..." With eyes still sparkling with genuine wonder, the woman of said name held what was now an empty powder packet. "Over ten years, and I still have much to learn about earth," She moved a hand to pleasantly stroke the muscular shoulder of the still-blushing superhero. "Thank you for this, Billy. When we leave here, I will be sure to ask Steve if there are any other wondrous secrets of life that he has yet to share with me."

"I think he did you a favor." Hal Gordan said with his focus on the green holographic paddle ball that had been keeping him distracted. "That crap is `allllll sugar. I wouldn't be feeding my babe that."

*FLASH*

"Yeah!" The Flash zoomed in the conference room. He took a seat on the large circular table and let his feet rest on his empty chair. "Whatever he said." Glancing to his left where Hal was leaning back in his chair, still idly playing with the paddle ball. "What are we talking about?"

"Juice mix, apparently." Hal rolled his eyes, and with a flick of his wrist, the paddle ball vanished. "Supes is glued to something Lois gave him for their anniversary. Bats been playing with that tablet the whole time. Arthur is literally asleep on his trident. Dinah is probably teasing Oliver under the table, but I'm not sure. Zatanna and John aren't even here. Billy boy over here is failing to keep his eight-teen-year-old eyes from looking down the corset next to him, and Ms. Amazonian is too distracted reading the back of the empty powder packet to notice."

Shazam's cheeks bolted to a full-on tomato red at being called out, and Wonder Woman, who was indeed very much invested on the powder's ingredients listing, glanced up and muttered a quiet, "Hmm?" upon hearing herself be addressed.

Quick to defend himself despite Wonder Woman not actually hearing what Hal had said. He rose off his seat and opened his mouth.

"Alright." A loud yet naturally calm voice echoed off the reflective metallic walls of the conference room. "We're all here, and I know we have things we would rather be doing, so let's jump to the topic at hand." Superman raised upwards after placing down the book he had been reading; at the very same time, Shazam dropped back down onto his chair.

"Agreed," Batman said. His finger tapped upon the tablet he had been focused on before he casually slid it towards the middle of the table with a single absent push. The device slid against the table's glossy surface and flickered before proceeding to project a light-blue holographic image that caught everyone's attention (except for the still sleeping Aquaman.) "From the evidence gathered, I believe Toyman is the one behind the distraction earlier today."

"Toyman?" Black Canary leaned forward with renewed interest. She placed her elbows on the table and rested her chin on her hands; the change in position revealed a grand amount of cleavage in her corset with her breasts poised right between her arms. "That's..."

"Shouldn't be possible," Green Arrow said; he raised his hand to his chin and raised a brow. "Dinah and I took him in last night."

"Yeah," She agreed, "It hasn't even been twenty-four hours."

"How can you say it's him?" Questioned Shazam, he was clearly enjoying the shift in conversation.

Batman tapped the side of his wrist. The holographic display glitched out for a second before it revealed an image of a microchip.

"Diana saved a lot of lives on that bus," Superman said while giving her an approving nod.

"And she also managed to receive one of the microbots that assumed control of the vehicle." Batman continued speaking. "Looking into it reveals what you see now." Tapping his wrist again, the image of the microchip expanded. And one particular part of it began to glow white; it detached from the rest of the chip and twisted into the air where everyone could get a better view of it. "This sub-unit has been encrypted with his signature design."

Green Arrow blinked, "Okay? So? The Riddler, Luthor, hell, even freaking Joker could forge evidence to incriminate someone else."

Black Canary placed her hand over his and gave him a look before saying, "He is saying it's odd for Toyman to be the source when he was just recently incarcerated."

"I mean, the guy IS still in Gotham right now," The Flash said through a muffled mouth that was stuffed with a donut. "Right?"

"Dude- That the-" Hal bolted to attention, "Where'd you get that from? I'm starving man, I-"

"If it was a ploy from the Toyman," Wonder Woman brought the focus back onto the matter at hand. "It would be sensible to assume he'd use the distraction to escape. Has anyone checked in on his whereabouts?"

"I went to Arkham before this meeting. Made eye contact with him and received a matching blood sample." Batman said. "Unless Clayface has managed to discover new tactics in his transformation ability, he is still imprisoned."

"So..." Green Arrow scratched the side of his blonde trimmed beard. "The tech is, without a doubt, Toymans?"

"Yes," Batman agreed.

"But you are still correct." Superman said, "It could be the work of someone else."

Batman tapped his wrist a couple times, and the holographic display of the microchip flickered out. "It isn't impossible to replicate the encryption. This could be an effort to push our focus from the true culprit. But, with the right resources, it is possible to remotely access such devices, even from a place as secure as Arkham."

"We have to consider all the options at play here," Superman crossed his arms. "Right. Bruce?" He raised an eyebrow, and in response, Batman simply tapped his wrist, and the holographic display flashed and presented a new image of five profiles.

Of the five individuals listed were Cheetah, Mr. Freeze, Black Manta, Catwoman, and Killer Frost.

"Clark and I pinpointed a few potential leads that have the potential to be related to the attack. Considering its random nature and Toyman's recent incarceration, he is either working with someone, or someone has access to his tech."

"And Bruce is adamant that the type of encryption is very challenging to replicate without a sample," Superman said with a sigh.

"I attempted to match the encryption without success," Batman admitted. "Until I took apart a sample from his device. Afterward, it was only a matter of time. I was able to match his work with relative success in three hours."

"Okay, okay," The Flash spoke right before he took the final bite of his donut. "So these guys are related to him in some way? Alright, shoot."

"Bruce showed reports of Freeze and Toyman trading resources two weeks before Dinah and Oliver brought him in."

"Victor is more than capable of mimicking Toyman's work if he has access to a sample." The holographic image of Mr. Freeze expanded. "It is unknown what they traded. But it is fair to assume he might have gotten his hands on some of Toyman's tech."

"Frost was with Toyman when we caught him," Black Canary muttered—prompting Batman to bring up Killer Frost's image.

"Yeah, she left him high and dry." Chuckled Green Arrow, "Used him to escape and everything."

"And the toy guy wouldn't need to rig an attack if he had her do it for him!" Shazam blurted before anyone else could; he was clearly excited to bring his input into the conversation.

Wonder Woman gave his shoulder an affectionate squeeze and offered a warm smile before her face returned to its serious state, and she glanced back towards the table. "I do realize the word ''Killer'' is very much associated with Frost, but she never kills without reason."

"True," The Flash shrugged. "But she will kill if she's bored, hungry, tired, lazy, annoyed... should I go on?"

Meeting his gaze, Wonder Woman continued speaking, "Yes. But would she kill an entire bus of innocents for no reason after narrowly escaping capture last night? She is no idiot. Fleeing to Central City overnight just to commit a mass **** would serve her no benefits."

"I.. yeah... that's true." The Flash shrugged in response.

"Despite that. Her potential tie with Toyman is enough to make her suspicious," Superman admitted with his own shrugged upon his arm-crossed shoulders. "The same goes for Cheetah,"

"I subdued her yesterday." Wonder Woman frowned.

"In the exact same time span Toyman was taken in," Batman said. "Their cells happened to be stationed directly beside each other. And the street you chased her down was the same street where the bus lost control. There are too many coincidences for her not to be a suspect."

"So," Hal cleared his throat. "Black Manta and Catwoman?"

Superman began to answer, "Black Manta met with Mr. Freeze after the doctor's encounter with Toyman. And Catwoman..."

"Isn't part of this." Batman said somewhat sharply before adding, "But, she is still a suspect considering the evidence at play."

"He doesn't want to admit it, but she appeared to have vanished from Gotham City during the last month. And just a week ago, a security camera detected her on a site located in the general vicinity of one of Toyman's abandoned factories." Without saying a word, Batman tapped the side of his wrist, and the display changed to show a distinctly feminine female figure in tight black latex leap up and scale a building. Superman waited for the video to finish playing before speaking again. "The factory was confirmed to be empty, from what we know. But none of us have personally investigated it in over a year. Meaning, yes, she is a suspect."

"Okay," Green Arrow drummed his hands against the table. "So we have all these suspects. But what are we going to do with this information?"

"We need to look into the matter while staying on high alert." Batman said, "Wonder Woman, if you could go with Dinah or Oliver to Arkham Asylum, your lasso will help eliminate suspects."

"Us?" Black Canary blinked.

Green Arrow raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you go with her? That place is literally your playground!"

"I intend to investigate the owner of the hijacked bus. We shouldn't count him out as a suspect."

"No!" Wonder Woman blurted right as Batman posed his suggestion. The entire room glanced towards her, and the Amazonian quickly explained herself. "The owner of the vehicle is is a young man. He looked to be eighteen or nineteen. I do not think a meeting with ''The Batman'' will go swimmingly."

"Wait, wait," Shazam shook his head before asking, "He's a teenager? And he owns a bus?! Is he still in high school?"

Green Arrow furrowed his brow, "I was rich as a teen, and even I didn't have a bus."

"Is he still in high school?" Shazam asked.

"I assume he would attend?" She tilted her head in response.

"Yeahhh... noo.... no, Batman shouldn't be the one investigating him."

"I could give the boy a visit," Superman chuckled, "I work better with kids. No offense."

Batman didn't respond.

"I will go," Wonder Woman offered. "I had a small discussion with the boy back when I stopped his bus. I left him only because he was rightfully frightened."

"His bus..." Green Arrow muttered, "Can we go back to that topic?"

"Why are you so stuck up on it?" Black Canary questioned her husband. "I mean... it's odd, but..."

"How did you even know it was his?" Shazam interrupted her. "Man, I'm eighteen, and I don't even have a car!"

"Yeah," Hal grunted. "But you do have the power of a god. I think that balances it out."

"Well," Wonder Woman frowned. "It may be unusual, though... His name was on the vehicle, so it's his."

"So... let me get this straight." Green Arrow cupped his fist over his mouth and leaned forward. "His name was on the bus... a public bus, mind you, that literally anyone could write on... and you're saying that vehicle is his... just because you saw his name-"

"Okay!" Black Canary bolted off her seat and shouted her naturally loud voice throughout the conference room. Everyone quieted down and shifted their attention to her. The blond coughed and leaned forward to plant her hands on the table.

"Huh..." Aquaman blinked up from his sleeping position with tired eyes.

Noticing the sleepyhead had just awoken, Canary rolled her eyes. "I don't care who or how the kid owns a bus, alright? It's late! We had to wait for the speedster to show up, and he's done nothing but wolf down donuts the whole time! I'm hungry. Tired. Had a long day. And it seems like we're going to have to get up early tomorrow so Diana can use her lasso in Arkham before that kid gets back from school. Unless you want to go there tomorrow night?"

"I prefer the mornings." Wonder Woman said.

"Yeah." Black Canary crossed her arms under her ample chest, "So we'll be up early, right? Then I'd rather get some sleep than listen to you guys argue over a bus."

"Well, I agree with you there." Superman sighed. "We shared all the information we had. Thank you for coming together."

*Squish* *Squish*

Went my fingers, they kneaded the ass before me as if it were nothing but dough to be groped. Time wasn't something important enough for me to keep track of, especially with it already being the middle of the night (or early in the morning, depending on how one chooses to look at things.) My hands moved automatically, with some perverted hunger serving as the only form of motivation, thought, or reason. And it passed by the simple act of ass-fondling long ago, as at some point my face found its place between the fat cheeks in front of me and soon the sound of motorboating could be heard echoing throughout the bathroom. That is, of course, if the act of rubbing one's face between another's ass crease could be considered motorboating.

Regardless of the definition, I was having the time of my life. Though, my mother seemed to not be gaining the same enjoyment as me.

She held her arms crossed in a pointed manner underneath her large rack. The apologetic tone of her voice and brief bout of embarrassment from forgetting that I ''owned'' her ass had vanished; now, it's clear that she is trying to patiently wait for me to leave her rear end alone. Of course, she's the authority figure here, and she has every right to simply stop this booty molestation at any point. Yet, she isn't doing shit. All thanks to my new power, the woman who spent years to set a name for herself and raising two children for eighteen years under a strict foot that always demanded obedience, was now letting her ass be treated as a slice of meat.

Because I wrote my name on her ass.

Fuck.

I brought my face back from the valley between her cheeks and gave her naked ass a hearty slap. Oh, yeah. I dropped her pants hours ago, or was it minutes? Whatever, my mind was too focused on ass to even remember when her nightgown bottom came off. Mom stiffened from the abrupt action and stifled a soft moan before she quickly regained her composure and opened her mouth.

"Okay..." Her voice stuttered softly as she watched me lift one of her ass cheeks upwards just to release it and let it jiggle back into place. "It's four in the morning. You have school in the morning, and I have my clients. How much longer do you intend to play with my butt?"

Heh..

"Your butt?" I sunk my hands into her yielding right cheek and gave her other one a hard slap. "But I own this, right?"

Mom's eyes lingered on my fingers as they drummed across her buttocks. "Yes, but-"

"But what?!"

*Slap*

The sudden **** from my hand upon her buttocks **** her to breathe out in shock. Her hands instinctively clutched onto the countertop. And she held her tongue for a few moments while I feely lifted both of her rear globes.

"But..." She said while exhaling. "It's late, and we both need to go to bed."

I blinked and took a step away from her.

My mother noticed my action and appeared visually relieved. "Thank-"

"I'm sleeping on your ass, though."

Now it was her turn to blink from surprise. "What?"

"What?" I smirked. "Is that a problem?"

"I- Well, no." She appeared flustered, "But I'm just... are you implying that you want to sleep in my bed?"

"No. I'm stating." I said and gave her ass another slap.

Mom frowned, though not from the casual act of sexual ****. "You have your own bed. You're not sleeping in mine."

"Okay, then you'll sleep in mine." My shoulders shrugged. "I don't care how you do it, but I want to use your ass as a pillow. I own it, right?"

"Well.. yes," Her eyes glanced down to stare upon her fingers on the sink in silence; my gaze shifted away from her ass for the first time in a good minute to take in her facial expression. It was a beautiful sight, seeing her struggling with some arbitrary choice as if the answer wasn't clear. When, in reality, she could just deny me and end the conversation at that. But because of my name written crudely on her ass cheek, that answer doesn't seem like a reasonable possibility for her.

"Alright," She eventually sighed after mulling over the options in her head. "You can sleep with me if you want to use my butt overnight." I smiled but couldn't get anything else out before she continued speaking. "But! You are going to sleep. I don't want you playing with it all night, understand?"

"Hey hey hey, your ass is MY property," I said aloud before even considering how wrong that sounded.

"Okey?" She raised an eyebrow with her hands moving to a crossed position below her chest. "And your little video game consoles are your property. That never stopped me from confiscating them when you stepped out of line."

So what, she'll confiscate her own ass from me? Is that what she's hinting at? That thought was enough to **** a sly smile to crack its way onto my face.

"Heh... okay mom, I get you." I gave her ass a parting pat and walked out of the bathroom. "Let's go to bed. I'm tired."

The sound of two light heels could be heard as they clicked and clacked against the checkered cracked-tiled floors of the rundown Cityhall office building. Selina was in no particular rush. She knew that upon reaching the main courtroom, there'd be more than a dozen burly men just waiting to crush her face in.

Or.. they'd undoubtedly attempt to...

Many have tried, and few have succeeded in securing a few solid hits. But the fact that she is ably to walk with a healthy, casually swaying strut with no ounce of fear to speak of serves as enough evidence to attest that no one has actually achieved the metal of taking down the cat.

"Not yet at least.." She breathed under her breath as she flicked down her red cat-eye goggles to get a reading of the goons waiting for her one room over. "Oh, my Harvey... Do you really want to keep me out that badly?" She clicked her tongue, "You know, with so many of your goonies armed to the gun, a girl like me can't help herself."

Selina opened the rear door to the courtroom with a gradual ease to prevent the old door from making any unneeded sounds. Crouching to her hands and knees, she began to crawl along the sides of the room; being decked in shadow left her skin-tight black catsuit to cloud her in a nearly invisible veil. Only the two red, distinctly shaped goggles served to illuminate her presence, though even that wasn't much of an issue after she turned the visors off with a tap to the side of her mask.

Jesus... thirty-two men, twenty-six of them armed with **** rifles, four armed with stun batons, and two with knives.

Dent sure went all out.

It's unfortunate Harvey started this fight in the first place. He could've left her alone. She stole from one of his targets before he had the chance. Boohoo Harvey. Next time he can jump on the gun and do it himself. Maybe if he didn't have his barely literate goons do everything, he could've struck instead of taking the time to assemble a squad.

And in retaliation, he had the nerve to make things personal. He set a rigged explosive in her apartment that nuked it sky-high. It took out not only her entire collection of... everything... but her cats...

..all of them were...

Harvey crossed a line. Leaving Selina with no other choice than to make a statement; if anyone strikes what matters to her, they'll have to sleep with one eye open.

Whether it be Harvey, Oswald, freakin' Luthor, no one pisses off the cat without getting scratched.

"Alright, listen up." The thug Selina assumed Harvey had in charge spoke to the group. "I know you're tired, hungry, whatever- The cat's been pouncing on every one of Two Face's strongrooms. Saying he's pissed would be an understatement. If you let him lose anymore, he'll not only have your asses but your families too. You may not have many, but the few people you do have are in trouble if you fuck this up."

"Ey!" Another one spoke up. "Who's to say she'll show?"

"Yeah! She's a pussy, literally! We have the manpower and the guns to take out one feline fuck."

Okay, well, for a brief second, Selina felt a pang of sympathy for these guys. It must be a hard spot working for something like Harvey; the leverage he holds could leave them trapped in his debt. But acting like dicks does help her ignore any guilt.

"I for one, hope she shows. Have you seen how tight that suit rides up her ass? Damn... we could do some fine work with that sexy pussy once we take her down."

"That's if she doesn't get past us first."

"Pfff! She won't."

"Even if she does, it's a win-win," Another chuckled, "I know a guy who had his neck snapped between her thighs. He's still in the hospital, but he still says through the pain, it was the most pleasurable experience he'd endured. Once he's out walking again, he's going to find her just to get whipped again."

"You guys are sick fucks. Are we here to kill the cat or fuck the cat?"

"A little bit `a both?"

"Goddammit. Why don't you work for her then?"

"Is she hiring?"

"The fuck if I know. And Two-Face ain't gonna like to hear that quitter talk,"

"All I'm saying is fuck Two-Face. If the pussy calls my name, I'm leaving him before he can flip his stupid coin."

"Yeah, say that to his face."

"Which one? The fucked up one or the even more fucked up one?"

Selina sighed.

"Alright boys, I've heard enough."

The thug's juvenile banter ran to an instant stop.

"It's the cat!" One of them yelled and instantly shot in the direction he assumed she was. Though his direction was far off and the bullet bounced off the wall, hit the floor, and crashed through one of the windows.

Licking her lips, Selina pulled out an orb-like device from her waist belt and gave it a casual kiss before whispering to it. She then rolled it through the shadows to the opposing side of the room where, ten seconds later, it echoed the sound of her voice at a reasonably audible level.

"Aw, you were a bit off with that one. Care to give it another go?" The device played the recording of her voice.

"She's hiding in the dark!"

"That bitch.. it's coming from over there!"

A barrage of bullets rang out in the general direction of her voice. The projectiles rocketed and bounced about, one of which hitting a thug in the shoulder, causing him to drop his weapon and cry out.

Eventually, one of them managed to hit the orb, causing it to break apart in a series of sparks. "It's bait!" One of the goons approached and noticed the broken device. "The cat's playin-"

*THHWWWACCCCK*

A solid and somewhat wet crack followed by a thump caught their attention. They turned around only to witness a series of repeated shadow-like whip strikes surge out from the dark. The whips alone were enough to completely knock out five of them, leaving a thick solid slash imprint on the sides of their skulls.

Three of the thugs raised their guns to shoot towards the source of the whips. But before they fired, the whip wrapped around one of their necks and pulled back to spin him in place directly in front of the other two who shot with reckless abandon. Their bullets sunk right into the spinning goon who had been effectively used as a meatshield before a shadowy blur leaped from the dark to land on the bullet-spunged thug strong enough to have his face crash into the floor.

Selina performed a casual flip in the air while tossing multiple black-painted needles towards the thugs below. The needles made direct contact with their hands, causing most of them to drop their weapons in shock. Right as she landed, she flicked her shoulder, carrying the whip around herself, and spun it in a sweeping circle that caused everyone around her to trip.

"Alright, boys," She said to the horde of men groaning on the floor around her. Cocking her hip and toying with the low zipper that rested right above her navel, which let her chest breathe, she flicked her wrist and extended her razer claws. "Let's see how much you actually enjoy this..."

Sufficient to say, their cries seemed to be filled with far more pain than pleasure; but that could have just been her. It's hard to tell behind the sounds of bone-cracking between her legs and the whip cracks that echoed throughout the room. In just five minutes, she was the only person left standing around a floor filled with knocked-out bodies.

"Shame. You couldn't even last five minutes." She licked her lips and let her hips sway as she stepped over their bodies. "And you thought you'd stand a chance with me. Sorry, but I don't think there's hope."

After a yawn, she made her way to the main desk of the courtroom and leapt on top of it. Crouching in a feline-like position, she gave her shoulders a stretch and paused for a moment to mentally prepare herself before perusing the annoying task of cracking a highly secured safe. Crime lords like Harvey certainly don't make it easy; honestly, taking care of his cronies was the fun part, hacking his safe? That's the real hassle.

"What the-" A male voice said, which caused the fake hears on her head to twitch. "It's the cat! How-"

"How did I deal with Harvey's cronies?" She let her voice slur as she casually rose up to stand on the table and cock her hip to the side. "The same way I'm going to deal with you if you don't turn around and walk away from here."

"I-" The man choked on his tongue. He raised a gun towards her. "Get down from there. Now!"

Selina rolled her eyes. "Listen, last chance. Cat's hold grudges. My grudge is with your boss, Two-Face. Not. You. You can leave, and I will never see you again."

Her sharp eyes spied the gun and his shaky hands, more specifically his fingers over the trigger. If he twitches one more inch towards pulling it, she'll-

A dark figure dropped to the floor behind him, masked in complete silence. Selina hadn't even had the time to make out the sudden presence before-

*THUMP*

The thug had his head gripped and slammed against the side of the wall with enough **** to knock him out.

Selina blinked and smiled.

"Well, if this is a surprise." She cracked her whip to wrap onto one of the structures on the ceiling. "The great detective in Central City."

"Selina." Bruce stepped out of his position in the dark. "We need to talk."

"Well, I'm not in the mood. But you are saving me the trouble." She pulled herself upwards to the ceiling and expertly wrapped her legs around the wooden beam. "Feel free to crack into the safe hidden under the carpet." Then, in a serious tone of voice, she added, "This isn't about the money."

Selina swung off her position and leaped from another beam out through a hatch in the ceiling.

How had he tracked her down here? She had cleared out Harvey's bases in Gotham long ago and noticed no telltale traces of the Dark Knight.

The whiz, thunk, and whirr of his signature grapple gun caught her ear from behind. As much as she missed him, there's a reason she has been trying to stay off the radar. Bruce wouldn't be very approving of her quest for ****; stirring up aggravation in the criminal underworld could lead to a higher crime rate, but it needed to be done. Making a statement not to mess with her or anyone she cares about is worth pissing a few crime lords off.

"Selina, wait."

"It's late, Bruce. Are you really willing to run all night after little `ol me?" She cracked her whip to the next building and used it to launch her over the gap. "You do need to look for other hobbies."

Walking to the edge of the previous building, he stopped. "I won't chase you. Not this time."

She paused, fully intending to turn around and sprint. He sounded slightly... slightly... different.

"Is there something wrong?"

"The League needs to know you're not a part of this." Bruce reached to the back of his belt and tossed a small microchip across the gap between them. One Selina caught with her left hand.

She frowned as she stared at the chip in her hand. "Why am I on their radar?"

"Because I'm not enough to clear you." He said and then raised his grapple gun. "I know you aren't a part of this. But-"

"Apart of..." She blinked and clenched her fist, "Apart of what? What do you- they, think I did?"

"I can't tell you."

Her arms crossed, "Like hell you can't."

Ignoring her, Bruce shot the line from his grapple gun across the street.

"Bruce, wait," He paused, and Selina sighed. "Look, I don't know what happened. I'm here for... personal reasons... but it's nothing that should gather ''their'' attention. I'm staying low-profile, nothing grand, and definitely not League level."

An extended moment of silence passed between them, with only the open, active night air serving as the only distraction away from the current situation.

"I trust you, Selina." Hearing that certainly made her feel slightly lighter in her feet. "But I'm not the one you need to convince. If you want to clear yourself, bring proof of your recent whereabouts."

Her eyebrow twitched. "I'm not telling them where I've been."

"I never said to tell them," Bruce said, and Selina cocked an eyebrow. "Alfred changed the lock; you'll need to find the new key."

Selina pocketed the chip into her waist belt, "I won't need a key,"

"You won't." He agreed and turned his back to her, "Unless you had a hand in this. Then you might find the locks harder to pick."

Bruce lept from the roof and grappled out of sight, leaving Selina on the opposing building by herself...

...now what was that all about?

Hours passed.

Time spent with the most satisfying sleep I have had in a good while. Though, it wasn't entirely satisfying in the sense of comfort, it could be arguably said sleeping on a pillow designed for resting ones heads would be a better experience. That being said, having a fat ass to sleep on was still very pleasing; but more in the sense of pleasure over anything else.

It made sleeping a bit hard, especially since my mother kept piping up. Saying shit like "I'm trying to sleep." "Would you stop already?" "I'm not going to tell you again."

Spoiler alert. She told me again.

I wasn't sure why she continued to make a fuss; her ass belongs to me, as absurd that statement is, and all I did overnight was slap, squeeze, and shove my face between her cheeks. The only conclusion I could come to is that she still owned everything else in her life, including her sleep schedule and her comfort. And my horny acts against her rear interfered with those aspects that I don't own. But that just made me wonder, how could I write my name on the intangible things. Is it even possible? To own her ability to sleep?

Regardless, that's a question for another time. Eventually, I had to fall asleep, and I did. My cheek rested peacefully on her much larger and lower down cheek.

And after the night advanced on, the sun's natural light, which streamed ever so casually through the sides of the dark red curtains that lined the windows, wasn't what woke me.

Nor was it the alarm clock, or any alarm clock for that matter.

It was-

"Samuel!"

*Knock-Knock-Knock*

My eyes shot open.

"Get ready for school!" The sound of my mother's voice rang loud. However, it was muffled by something like a wall.

Grogally, I leaned upwards with a hand that stroked the side of my face. My eyes blinked around the room, and it quickly clicked that I was in the master bedroom on my mother's bed. As my eyes happened to pass by the door, her voice spoke up again.

"Breakfast is on the table!" She said from the other side of the door. "You have thirty minutes to get out here, or you're going to have to wait until lunch. Let's go!"

She knocked on the door one last time, then left me to my own devices.

I blinked and sighed.

It seemed like any other day...

Except. Hold on...

Fuck. This is anything but ''any other day.'' I have fucking superpowers! Albeit an oddly unique one tied to writing, but powers nonetheless. Excitement assisted me in rushing off my mother's bed to fix myself up in the bathroom. My mind raced freely while I went through the tasks of brushing my teeth and the like. I'm not sure why it took me so long to consider writing my name on an individual, but now that I did so, it opened up so many possibilities. Is there anything I can't claim?

When I entered the kitchen, my eyes naturally scanned the room and landed directly towards my mother, who was seated at the kitchen table. Her face was focused on her laptop screen, which rested right beside a plate of freshly prepared eggs. She typed expertly fast and didn't seem to notice my presence for a few moments; her plush lips held a single piece of toast which she wasn't even consuming. The entire plate in front of her was left neglected as whatever was on her computer seemed more critical than her food.

"Hey Mom," I said as casually as I could muster after I had spent the last few moments taking advantage of her distracted state to eye up her body from head to toe.

"Morning," Was her distracted response; her fingers continued to dance across her computer screen without giving any brief moments to pause.

"The food smells good, I-"

"It's on the counter wrapped in foil paper." She nodded her head to the side.

"Oh." My gaze shifted to the kitchen counter, where a sealed plat was sitting in wait. "Thanks." I said and took one of the plates to bring over to the kitchen table. It was still hot after unwrapping the foil around it, and its pleasing aroma was enough to make my stomach grumble despite me not being so hungry beforehand.

"You're welcome." She responded with an absent mind. By the tone of voice alone, it's clear she is more interested in whatever her laptop was displaying than keeping up a conversation.

And honestly, I wouldn't mind her brushing me off if she can make food like this. The flavor dispersed all across my taste buds as it melted into my mouth, such an experience requires as little discussion as possible to properly appreciate the taste, but today even Mom's great cooking couldn't keep my mind away from recent events.

"So," I said after swallowing another forkful of eggs. "About your ass,"

That seemed to elicit a response from her. Her cheeks flushed with a faint tint of red, and her fingers halted their endless dance for a brief moment. "Focus on your food, Samuel." She said after a pause.

"Yeah," I said, placing my fork down and pushing the food aside. "Again, thanks for that. But Mom," I smiled. "I want to see your fat ass."

Closing her eyes, Mom sighed. "You know, I put away your chore list, you don't get to insult me anymore, I'm your mother."

"How am I insulting you? When I call your ass fat, I mean it's hot and round and... a really good ass!"

"Okay, watch your language, young man."

"It's my property. I can call it whatever I want!" I was on a high; the mere fact that I can hold this conversation just shows the power of influence I hold over her. "Besides, you were fine with me calling it an ass last night."

"That was then. This is now. You still live in my house, and I don't want to hear you using that language."

"Fine, whatever." I rolled my eyes. The realization that I could take ownership of ''her house'' by just writing my name on it didn't wash over my head. "Put your butt on the table please."

"Sam," She sighed, "I have work to do, and you need to finish eating. Three minutes and you're off to school. I don't care if you're hungry or not."

"That's cool. Now put your ass- butt on the table."

She frowned and rose from her seat. With hands-on-hips, she said, "You realize just because you own my butt doesn't mean you have any right to boss me around, young man. I expect a level of respect from you." Though, while she chastised me, she proceeded to do what I asked and turned around to place her fat cheeks on the table. The business suit she wore hugged her figure nice and tightly, along with the simple black skirt that pleasantly hugged her rear.

"Sorry, mom," I said, lacking any genuine emotion. "But... Did I say you could wear a skirt?"

"What?" She glanced at me over her shoulder.

"Did I say you could wear a skirt?"

"N- no, but."

"Mom, that is MY ass." I had to pause and hold back my perverted grin. "I should have you go to work with nothing covering your butt."

She frowned, "I told you to watch your language."

"Okay! That's it! Take off the skirt. You're not wearing anything because of that attitude."

"Attitude?" She shifted from her position and stood beside the table to shoot me a glare, "Samuel, I'm your mother, I-"

"Take off the skirt."

Mom stared at me for a few moments. "Fine." Her eyes narrowed. "You do own my ass. You are right. But I own this house; I own that table, your bed, the television, your computer, your bathroom. Do you really want us to start abusing what we own? Do you, Samuel?"

What an oddly specific list of items, mother. Perhaps I should write my name on those things and see what she has to say then...

"No, I don't." I said, "I just want you to respect my property and what I want to do with it. I own your ass, so you should ask me what to wear and when to cover it. Can you respect that? But go ahead, if you want to **** our stuff we can," I challenged her, "I can have you follow me to school butt naked. You are using my property."

We eyed each other for a few moments. In almost every account, my mother had the advantage with what she owned. She could kick me out of the house, lock me in my room, take away privileges to almost everything I use since she had bought most of it herself. But, despite all that, I still own her ass, and she is fully aware of that.

"Alright." She eventually relented with a sigh. "We can find a middle ground here." With arms crossed below her ample breasts, she added, "I don't want to hear any more fowl language out of your mouth. That includes referring to my butt as an 'ass.' I don't care if you own it. You live under my roof. That is my rule. And you will show me, your mother, respect."

"Sure," I said with a shrug. "But you will also respect my property, including my right to your ass." A smile flashed across my lips. "Meaning if you are doing something important regarding your ass, you must tell me."

She took a few moments to consider my words and nodded to herself. "I can accept that."

"Good!" I clapped my hands together and rose up. "Now, get on this table, legs spread. I want to see that as- butt."

It was clear she wasn't too pleased with going about my order. But that didn't stop her from obeying since I was the absolute owner of the thing she uses in everyday life. Which is why my mother, a woman fully in her matured prime, was on all fours centered on the table. Her fat juicy rear of an ass was out on display like a turkey dinner, her skirt was cast aside on the floor, and her pink pantie was pressed against my nose since after I wrote my name on it, it belonged to me. I stared at her behind and slapped it around a bit after spending a full minute groping it. All the while, I was deep in thought, considering my options. With the back of the marker tapping my chin, I tried to think over what I could write on her ass.

Funny how this marker I've been using to claim things as my own isn't even my marker. Mom bought it a good while ago, and here I am using it to claim a part of her body as mine.

What could I write on this here ass...

That's when it hit me.

She keeps getting fed up with me cursing, probably because she's in one of her cranky bossy moods. But what if I took ownership of her ears? Then she couldn't technically hear me... Eh, it would be hard for me to get her to allow that. I held leverage with her ass, but... I wonder if I could claim something that isn't physical...

I pressed the tip of the marker against her inner ass cheek as I spread it apart with one hungering hand sinking into her rear fat.

'Sam's sense of hearing.'

Damn, that was hard to write; fortunately, there was a nice bouncy amount of shapely ass to write on. Still, it would be hard to show her what I wrote even if we used a mirror, so I took out my camera to snap a picture.

Though I didn't have the device muted, and she flinched as the sound of a camera flash was heard.

"What are you doing?" She glanced back, not being able to make eye contact with me given my current position.

"Does it matter?" I half-snorted, half-chuckled.

"Yes! Yes it does young man. You own my butt, not my thighs, legs, or ANY other part of me. I don't think you can take pictures of anything else. Actually," she leaned upwards, her juicy ass meat pressed and sunk against her ankles. "Give me your phone. I know you'd try to pull something."

Oh she wants to see? Heh...

"Sure, Mom." I handed her my phone, with the recent picture primed and ready.

She took hold of the device and raised it up to get a good look at it. "Is that... my..."

"Ass?"

Mom suddenly glared at me, "That's your last chance. Watch your language."

"Sorry sorry, but yes that's your butt, so..."

"So..." She glanced back at the phone. "You own my sense of hearing..."

"Yeah! And, if I were to say... you can't sense the sound of me cursing or saying anything vulgar... you would..."

With a frown, she lowered the phone onto the table and pushed it towards me. "I'd say that just because I can't hear it doesn't mean you have any right to say those words. Remember our agreement? Absolutely no vulgarity. I don't care if I can hear it or not. That is MY rule." After a sigh, she shifted back down to all fours and poised her naked ass in the air. "And you're on thin ice mister, don't try anything."

In response to her, I simply blinked. "Bitch." I said aloud to the juicy ass before me.

Nothing.

Mom didn't flinch, or snap or... do anything.

It was almost like- she didn't hear me.

"Whore?"

She stayed where she was.

I cracked a full-on smile. "Fuck Slut! You're such a big booty-ass bitch!"

"Sam, it's been more than three minutes, you know." She said as if she hadn't heard a single word I said. "I've given you more than enough time to play with my ass, but you need to get leave for school. Your sister already left."

In response to that, all I could say is, "Shut up slutty bitch," before slapping her fat ass. Holy fuck, I felt like a preteen just finding out about curse words for the first time.

I can claim things in ways beyond just writing my name on something?

Fuck.

It looks like I'm up for another bout of experiments.