A New Alliance in the Shadows

After escaping Batwoman using the magical knowledge she had gained from the Eye of Horus, Sphinx was hiding out in a warehouse. She wasn't angry; she was excited—or rather, obsessed—with two people: Michael and Brianna. Yes, she had discovered Batwoman's identity.

The abandoned warehouse smelled of rust, dust, and ozone—a scent characteristic of the residual magic that had transported her away from Gotham. Sphinx smoothed her green silk dress, the adrenaline from the confrontation with Batwoman still coursing through her veins. The fact that Brianna wore that armor made the game even more interesting—and now, knowing exactly who was behind the mask, the villain's mind teemed with possibilities that went far beyond simple riddles. But Sphinx's obsession wasn't limited to the heroine; Michael's name echoed in her thoughts with equal intensity, setting the stage for a double game where she intended to move her pieces with surgical precision.

The sound of hurried footsteps and hysterical laughter cut through the warehouse's silence, interrupting her reverie.

The Queen of Jokes—clad in a jester's outfit, a painted grin stretching from ear to ear, and radiating palpable chaos—stepped forward. Close behind, brandishing her signature giant mallet as if it were a feather, came Harley Quinn; she wore her traditional two-toned jumpsuit, concealing a dangerously cunning mind beneath a laid-back, slang-filled persona.

"Well, well, well! Look who's here—Gotham's very own 'breaded' Sphinx!" exclaimed the Queen of Jokes, spreading her arms in a theatrical, exaggerated gesture. "You used magic to bail on Batgirl's little party? How rude, Sphinx! We had front-row seats."

Harley Quinn gave a soft giggle, resting her chin on the handle of her mallet. "And we loved the show! But look... you're thinking too small. Playing guessing games with Batwoman is fun, but what if we turned the whole playground into a burning circus?"

Sphinx crossed her arms, an enigmatic smile returning to her lips as she sized up the two unexpected visitors. The magic she had obtained from the Eye of Horus—even after losing the artifact itself—had granted her knowledge of Egyptian sorcery and a profound understanding of the world; the proposal of an alliance with the embodiment of Gotham's absolute chaos offered exactly the distraction—and the advantage—she needed to execute her next moves against Michael and Batwoman.

"A circus?" Sphinx murmured with that dangerous softness, stepping forward as the warehouse's dim light reflected in her eyes. "My dears... you have no idea of ​​the scale this game has reached. Let's set the rules."

After escaping Batwoman using the magical knowledge she had acquired from the Eye of Horus, Sphinx was hiding out in a warehouse. She wasn't angry; she was excited—or rather, obsessed—with two people: Michael and Brianna. Yes, she had discovered Batwoman's identity.

Back home, Michael watched Brianna’s battle against the Sphinx; during the clash, she channeled the spirits of the ancient Egyptian dead—thanks to the Eye of Horus, which she had fortunately managed to retrieve.

The light in Michael’s room was on; he sat in his luxury armchair, watching the scene of his sister fighting in Gotham through the window. Seeing Batwoman—or rather, Brianna—in action was like watching an elite sport. The precision, the restrained fury, the tension of muscles beneath the black leather... Michael felt a familiar tingling in his fingertips.

"She’s stressed," Michael murmured, smiling. "So stressed it’s practically palpable."

He knew Brianna was at her breaking point. The confrontation with the Sphinx, the relentless pursuit, the burden of being a pillar of order in a city that thrived on chaos... and, of course, the lack of any physical release. Michael could sense her pulse from where he sat; it was a rapid rhythm, charged with cortisol and pent-up desire—she was stressed and needed a night of sex.

(images created by Lawless)