I’m the Bull and--wait, why fucking do this this way?

Shit. Not the worst, but not the best either. Okay…she kept her **** material in the house. If I could get the Iron Stomach perk, then I could drink her under the table…unless she **** me. Iron Veins would take another 4 goddamn credits. I needed a lot of credits fast. I considered. One of my old teachers was nearby and had started at +8 and hadn't been ugly. I could probably get her up fast, though that wouldn't be fun…except it wouldn’t let me undelete anyone. Damn, lesson learned.

She wasn’t insane. So long as she had me on the hook, she wasn’t going to go hunting. Right? Maybe. And that meant using my own tape for **** was useless, especially given what I’d said on it.

I considered my vulnerabilities. My family had moved to Chicago as things got worse in Gotham, after my father got put on disability, so they were out of reach. Asa had Andre. Diamond had Andre. Kianna…no one should know about. I had a few friends on the **** still, who might be ****. Just based on numbers, some had to be dirty.

Okay, I needed a more actionable target. I was going about this all wrong. Who had wronged me? My landlord, but he was an old man, sole proprietor, which was why he didn’t do any real upkeep. In a perfect world, he’d have had a hot daughter, or trophy wife or something…but nope.

The taxman? Maybe, but I didn’t know any of them.

That bitch who cut me off in traffic? Sure, but I couldn’t find her.

Wait--Skin…criminals. It even fit my plan. Why should only supervillains get rehabilitation? Most criminals were men and the women tended to be elite, or prostitutes/labor. Still, I’d arrested quite a few women and many had taken a swing at me. More than one was in the neighborhood. The problem was, most of them were prostitutes and I wasn’t going to get any SP for hiring one. And given what I knew about their lives, even if I was willing to just straight up **** them or **** them, that wouldn’t do much for their submission. And, to be frank, I wasn't willing to do that.

I only had one slot left, so I couldn’t waste it checking their submission numbers and--suddenly, I realized the goddamn obvious. Katie fucking Kox.

Katie Kox, waitress at my local bar, not the one I would be avoiding like the plague where Frannie was waiting. Smoking hot, and interested in me. I'd asked her out. This had been right before I met Asa. Fuck me sideways, Bridgette had actually introduced me to Katie…which made perfect sense, in retrospect. A friend of mine, Caleb, had warned me after we went on two dates, and she sucked my cock like the whore she’d probably once been, that she was working for the Penguin, gathering info from the cops who went there. She'd been one of my few brushes with bigger issues, which Caleb had saved me from.

Then Caleb had died, the op died…and she’d never been arrested, or even moved on from the bar. He’d told me to keep it close to my chest and I had…but someone must have talked.

Which meant she was still operating…and would be looking for information. I hadn’t told her I was onto her, of course, I said I’d met someone else. She’d been willing to be my girl on the side, but I said I wasn’t interested.

Now…I was a senior guard at Arkham, I’d know things Penguin would want to know and if I could turn her, then I’d have an in with Penguin and line towards Bridgette.

Yes, this was obvious. It could work.

Her profile appeared. -4 SP, and no other information, except name and age. Insufficient submission and arousal. What I knew about her was limited. I quickly ran through it, could suck dick like a whore, allegedly had a sister, parents died in a Joker attack, secretly working for Penguin. I tried to remember what else we’d discussed on our two dates. She kept asking about my work and I’d stupidly fobbed her off with some well known stories about body drops and gross shit, thinking she was a badge bunny. Other than that, vegetarian…and preferred Katie to Kat.

I quickly ran Diamond’s errands, then one of my own, stopped by the apartment, then went to the bar. They had food, which I fucking needed at this point. I walked in, thank goodness, Katie was working. I ordered a greasy burger. She asked if I wanted a drink. I blanched at her visibly and shook my head, “No way, was out drinking with my new boss last night. She’s got an iron stomach. I’m not drinking again for a month. Just need food, can’t make it myself.”

She laughed. “And how does Asa feel about you drinking with your boss all night?”

“Who knows? We broke up when I left the PD.”

It was subtle, but I could see that her interest in me vanished at that, but, eye on a tip, even informants like money, she did ask, “Oh, where’d you end up?”

“Arkham.”

She flinched, but her interest was back on me.

“It’s not as bad as everyone says.”

“Really?”

“Well, okay, I did get knocked out by Harley Quinn first week on the job, but that was a fluke. At least if you’ve got seniority, like I do, then you can get a nice cushy desk job, where the big risk is **** poisoning when out drinking with the security chief.”

There, that was about as obviously indiscreet as I could be without giving anything away for real.

Her eyes lit up. “So, no Asa. Have you replaced her with anyone yet?”

“Not yet, what about you. Are you seeing anyone?”

“Nope.”

“I have a hard time believing that, I mean, look at you. And we had a lot of fun. If not for the fact that…” she looked interested, because she thought I might be suspicious? Or maybe she thought I was useful? Or because she was jealous? She probably didn’t have a lot of cases of men not coming back after one of her blowjobs. “sorry, sorry, I don’t want to keep you.”

She glanced ostentatiously around the basically empty bar. “I’ve got time. But let me get your order in and I’ll come back out and join you, it’s time for my lunch break anyway.”

That might even be true, we were before the lunch ‘rush’ which wasn’t even really a rush at a bar like this.

“Burgers for the table!” I ordered enthusiastically, despite remembering that she was a vegetarian.

She winced, but with the possibilities on the table, she smiled and nodded. +7 SP (Katie: +3). I quickly looked over my options while Katie was putting in 'our' orders.

Ex-whore: Katie made a deal with her pimp, she could leave the business, but he would still own her pussy. Submission increase from any other sex act significantly reduced. Submission from vaginal sex massively increased. Submission scores from any act which shows dominance over her pimp massively increased.

Best damn informant in town!: Katie wants to prove herself, as she has not been terribly successful in gathering information. Odds of compliance if information the Penguin wants is at stake are greatly increased. But feigned compliance will result in no submission score increase. Note: for the purpose of this trait, it depends what she actually does/intends to do. So, if you ask her to fuck you and she does because she wants to rob you, that’s still submission. If you order her to betray the Penguin and she says she’ll betray the Penguin, but doesn’t mean it, you get nothing. But, if you order her to tell a humiliating lie and she does it, you’ll get the points for making her tell that lie.

Just a vessel: Set submission to 100. Katie will gather the information on Bridgette and the Penguin you are looking for, but she will die in the process. To sweeten the deal, you can obviously fuck her before she goes on the mission. I’ll even let you get credit for the points you gain this way, this time!

Well, this time the evil option actually was sort of tempting. I was sure she’d gotten people killed before…wasn’t that just redemption?