Harleen watches a video

Harleen Quinzel slumped at her desk. She sighed loudly.

“I can’t believe I got so clumsy. I made myself look like an idiot. Stupid. Stupid!” she smacked herself in the head, a feeling of self-loathing permeating her. It was a familiar emotion. She'd always doubted herself and her abilities, almost to the point of hating herself. Ever since she'd given up gymnastics, which had been her one true passion, she'd felt like a hollow representation of herself. She'd cloaked it under a veneer of intellectual and professional sophistication, but such was the nature of a façade. It was meant to fool others rather than oneself, and she was too honest with herself to engage in self-deception. Either she believed something fully or not at all.

When Harleen had been in high school, she’d so desperately wanted to be a gymnast. She’d trained rigorously, far more than any of her peers, and as she pulled in victories championship after championship, the looks on the faces of her parents became more and more disapproving. Her coaches had loved her, though. One had even suggested that she train for the Olympics. Her female peers had hated her, however.

Thanks to the tight outfits she wore, the men in the crowds openly gawked at her. The women hated her for much the same reason the men loved her. For a girl who’d been practically invisible to the opposite sex all throughout high school, the feeling of being looked at by so many men awoke something within her psyche. It made her feel desired, like she was worth something, even if only in a sexual way.

A few had even asked her out. She’d accepted two or three, but they’d all been so dull, and had been bored in turn when she’d tried to have intelligent conversations with them. None of them were interested in gymnastics as a sport, and had only wanted to get into her pants. She'd grown to understand the male sex drive since then, but none of them had even done the most basic research into her passion to at least try to attract her interest on an emotional level. It spoke of a lack of intelligence and motivation on their parts and she'd soon wanted little to do with men.

It seemed that Harleen was destined to be part of a set piece. A stage act for people to gawk at. None of them were interested in getting to know her, or interacting with her on any personal level.

Eventually, her parents taken her aside and spoken with her about attending med school, and she’d been so depressed at the time that she’d readily agreed. And so, the woman who was the passionate gymnast had died a silent ****, abandoned by everyone, even herself.

Harleen shook herself from her reminiscing. It wouldn’t do her any good now. That girl was dead and gone forever. She had to focus on the now, and the things that really mattered. One thing above all had begun to stir the fires within her once more, and she'd felt a new identity being shaped by it. It was something driven by the need to understand and get closer to the new mystery that had fallen into her lap the moment Valerie Taylor had signed her son up for sessions with her.

She booted up her computer and logged in. She found the program that interfaced with the hidden cameras she’d set up in her office and throughout the building she worked in. It was how she’d known he was coming and welcomed him in before he could even knock on the door. He'd been so handsome in his Gotham Academy uniform. She'd wished he'd kissed her right then.

Her heartbeat quickened, as it always did in times like these.

She found the recorded feed for the camera that sat in her plant. It was positioned so it would have a perfect, unobstructed view of the couch she sat on earlier.

The busty blonde psychiatrist watched as Derek Taylor entered the room. He wore his school uniform. It was unbuttoned slightly at the top, hinting at his rebellious nature.

She watched as she settled into the couch and looked towards the chair, where Derek had sat during their session. She'd worn her skirt short today, to give him a peak at her legs. She smiled. It seemed to have worked like a charm, considering Derek's lustful expression.

Derek didn’t move. Instead, he stood directly in front of the couch. His lips moved as he spoke, but Harleen kept looking at the empty chair.

He reached down to unzip his pants, dragging his cock out into the open. Harleen gasped. Her pussy tingled. She so dearly wanted to masturbate and make herself cum as she watched her secret boyfriend have his way with her, as she had so many times. But she held herself back. She had to remain objective. Nothing would change between them so long as she got herself off in private and didn't think about ways to get him to ask her out.

“So how are you feeling today, Derek?” she’d said, completely unaware of what her patient was doing right in front of her.

Harleen could only watch as Derek hiked up her skirt and pealed her panties to the side and then shoved his thick cock into her tight pussy.

“Wow, he fucked me again,” she muttered. Her blue eyes widened. She reached a hand down her panties to touch her pussy. She didn't feel fucked, sadly, but she did notice that a part of her felt... used, was the best way to describe it. She really liked that feeling.

She'd thought she'd been going insane at first until she'd realized the truth. Somehow, her patient had the ability to strip away her awareness of her own surroundings. He’d done it so many times it was starting to become a part of her routine. Something she actively anticipated and looked forward to. She wondered how far he could push the delusions. Could he create entire worlds from scratch or could he only alter what he saw around him to reflect some aspect of material reality? She wished he'd come clean about his power, so they could explore its limits together.

Harleen hadn’t always been so fascinated, however. During their earlier sessions, she was left with a noticeable ache around her vagina and her breasts. Oftentimes her clothes would be disheveled or a piece of furniture would be out of position with no explanation. She was a very meticulous woman and could usually tell if an object was out of place by mere centimeters.

She’d installed the hidden cameras to see if there was something she’d missed that could have caused those anomalies.

And oh, how revealing the footage on those cameras had been.

She’d entertained the thought of turning Derek in, but quickly decided against it. True, he’d **** her and had violated her body without her consent. No man had ever dared do that to her, even if he’d wanted her, and there were plenty who had wanted her over the years.

They'd been afraid of how she’d react to their desires, but hadn't gone through the effort to draw her interest. Derek didn't have to, because he was special all on his own. He was like a god in some aspects, and could likely tear her conception of the world asunder at any moment if he wanted to. And he was interested in her. It was enough to rekindle the spark of the passionate girl she'd once been. And so, she'd watched him use her, hoping that he'd tell her all about his powers in one of their sessions.

No man had expressed interest in her in the way she wanted. None except Derek. The want was clear in his eyes as they roved over her body and how he’d fucked her so many times over dozens of sessions. He’d hidden that from her, but she’d found a way to see.

She bit her lip as she watched Derek’s cock piston in and out of her pussy while she kept talking as if she were having a session with him. It was probably more accurate that it was he who was having a session with her. She’d never been so completely at someone’s mercy before. It both aroused and frightened her, and her fear only fed into her lust.

A manic grin spread across her beautiful face. She gave in and spread her legs and slipped a finger into her pussy. She watched, utterly enraptured by the footage of her own violation. She laughed when he came on her and she acted as if she’d spilled a glass of water on herself.

What a fool I must look to him. I'm nothing but an object for him to use however he wants. Oh god, this is so hot!

She looked down at her skirt and blouse, marveling at the wet stains there. Some of that was surely his ejaculate. Hard evidence she could have used to get him thrown in prison forever.

Then again, with his power he’d be practically impossible to catch and arrest.

Her computer chimed. She navigated out of the video player and found a notification sitting on her desktop.

An email?

She opened it.

So Nolan already has something for me today.

After she’d become aware of the fact that Derek was a metahuman who could create illusions in the minds of other people, she’d hired a private investigator to tail at him at all hours of the day. She’d wanted to know his routine outside of school, the better to know him. While it would normally be considered a gross invasion of her own patient’s privacy if anyone found out, she felt that it was perfectly reasonable given the circumstances.

She opened up the email and began to read.

Harleen,

Derek left his house early today. He and his driver dropped off a blonde girl off at an apartment. I’ve included the address in the images attached to this email.

Thanks,

Nolan

Curious, Harleen scrolled up and opened one of the attached images. It showed a dark-haired young man kissing a blonde girl. Artemis Crock. Harleen had been aware of her for some time. The girl had darker skin and vaguely Asiatic features as well as brown eyes. Harleen had to admit that the girl was very beautiful. She could see why she’d attracted Derek’s interest.

That didn’t stop her from clenching her fists angrily.

He’s supposed to see me that way, not her! He fucked me. He wants me. He’s mine.

She took a deep breath to calm herself down. Getting angry wouldn’t solve anything. It hadn’t when she’d first found out that Derek had designs on the young woman from the slums who somehow went to the same prestigious high-class academy he did.

I bet he fucked her all night long. She probably loved it, the whore.

Harleen chewed her lower lip. She crossed her arms over her chest, causing her large breasts to strain against her tight blouse.

I could leave them alone. Drop Derek as a client altogether and just move on…

The thought frightened her. She didn’t want to go back to being ignored. She didn’t want to be alone.

“If I can’t have him now, then I’ll just have to convince him to see me in a new light. Hm. I did put those contingencies in place, just in case. Maybe it’s time to use them now,” she said.

Her blue eyes glimmered with a dark, almost mad expression.

She retrieved her car keys and stormed out of her office.