Meanwhile, in a mansion a top a hill overlooking Gotham

"What do you know about him?" asked a deep voice. "Lydia said he was in Magara, that he was in the thickest there." Another more melodic but tenor voice returned "His unit was charged with clearing a school from booby traps and mines. Apparently the Djin decided to use the local schools, kindergartens and hospitals as their headquarters, armories and missile silos. His unit was with some of the rebels clearing that school when the Djin onslaught began. His unit and the rebels with them staved off the flanking Djin forces, while the main **** attacked the market and the allied troops there. But the **** he was in had to withdraw back to the school, which they haven't finish clearing yet." The olive skinned woman paused for a moment while she gently passed her finger over the man's large chest. She also brought her leg a bit higher over his pelvis, to which she knew the man will soon react. And while they laid there in the biggest bed she has ever been on in her life she continued her story.

"And then, by some bad luck some rocket or mortar shell hit exactly an unexploded trap, and the rest of the building followed suit, apparently it triggered off the building's gas supply so it all went up in flames." The hazel eyed woman stopped again, now moving her hand down his muscular stomach, down to where her leg just been on top of an organ belonging to the man, that she felt getting bigger and stiffer little by little.

"Lydia was in the **** that found him after the relief came. The allied relief overthrown the Djin offensive about an hour after the building exploded, ironic I think. All of Adam's unit and the rebel forces were dead, and they found him squashed under a stone pillar with his arm gone. They were sure he was dead, but somehow even with all that bleeding he survived." The dark haired woman finished. "Wouldn't it be a problem with his job in your unit? Though the man is capable , the special crimes unit isn't exactly office work. He would have to be in the field". The deep blue eyed said, as though ignoring the beautiful woman laying on top of him, and his own member telling him he should pay attention to the lady, instead of inquire stories.

"Jim said he has some high quality prosthetics, he couldn't tell the differences. And the man did pass Central city SWAT exams, so it doesn't seem to hamper him. But enough about him" the woman said sternly, "Sonia, you told me to ask you about your job" the man defended himself. "I was just interested because as it happens I have a very talented storyteller in my midst" the night-black haired man continued.

"So you like your women to be silver-tongued I understand", the olive skinned minx smirked. "I have to confess, but yes, you have a very skilled tongue regardless if in storytelling or in any other fields of expertise." And as if on cue, he could not see the hazel piercing eyes any more, he could not see her sharp perfect nose, he could not see her beautiful full lips. But he could feel her extremely skilled tongue on the head of his now fully erect member.