SEL Chapter 18

Roxy’s no bleeding heart, but she’s not out to hurt people.

Talia hurts a lot of people.

“Uh, jeez. You think we can go after Talia? Are you gonna call the Justice League?”

“I think my card’s expired,” Zatanna says with a yawn. She snaps her fingers and the chains vanish. Steph manages to land on her feet with some grace instead of collapsing.

Zatanna walks over to the rug and sits cross-legged. She beckons.

“Uh, OK.” Steph sits with her.

Zatanna holds out both hands. “Come on.”

“Sure.” Steph takes both of Zatanna’s hands. She’s so jealous of these nails. It’s impossible to keep nails looking good when you’re out punching people every night. So how does Selina do it? According to Babs, this is the reason that Selina only kicks people. And she’s not really fighting crime anyway. She’s doing crimes.

Zatanna says something that Steph can’t even pretend to begin to understand.

There’s a rush like a rollercoaster and she’s floating in the air above herself and Zatanna, who are still seated and holding hands.

“Astral stuff is actually easier with two,” Zatanna says.

There’s a soft, whitish glow coming off her, and Steph is the same. Their astral forms also are not wearing clothes, but that’s the least distracting thing about this.

“Wah!” Steph flails in panic.

“Chill.” Zatanna catches her wrist and steadies her. “You’ve really never done this before?”

“I never even did shrooms,” Steph says. “I thought we were going in person.”

“What? No. Why?”

“I don’t know. To like arrest her?”

“We aren’t cops. And besides, she has history with Bruce. We’re just gonna teach her a lesson. Wow. Look at that thing.”

At least Steph is soft in her astral form, but her penis looks kind of pathetic and stupid hanging there. Zatanna covers her mouth.

“I mean… I’m sorry. That’s probably really hard. Er, difficult to have,” she says.

“It’s a lot,” Steph admits.

“OK. Let’s go find her.”

“Huh?”

There’s another powerful tug and a whoosh, although is there air in the astral realm? What even is an astral realm? Maybe Steph has done too good of a job presenting herself as knowing what she’s doing. Zatanna’s just assuming that she’s cool with all of this.

They’re in a low room with stone walls, lit by candles. Steph instantly gets dungeon vibes from it, but there are some small windows, and the door is wide open. This is like a… castle or something. It’s super exotic.

In the middle of the room is a sunken bath. Talia is soaking in it. She might even be asleep; her eyes are closed, and she isn’t moving.

“Oh my god,” Steph whispers. “Is she in her vampire bath?”

“No. That’s just bubble bath. Looks good, actually.”

“Right? Where are we?”

“I guess one of her fortresses or whatever?” The glowing Zatanna shrugs. “Who cares?”

“What do we do?”

“I don’t know. I’m usually stopping them when they’re doing something bad. Or doing magic shows. You’re the hero. You tell me.”

“Um… do we pretend to be the ghosts of people killed by the weapons that she’s shipping around the world and try to scare her? Like… doing a Charles Dickens?”

Zatanna looks impressed. Then she makes a face. “Seems like a lot of work,” she says. “I guess you don’t want to just drown her?”

Steph gasps. “You would do that?”

“No. I mean, I’d be fine with it. I wouldn’t do it. You do it.”

“No!”

Zatanna sighs. “At least slap her around a little and scare her.”

“You slap her! This is actually kind of messed up. I feel like a creep. She’s naked.” They can’t see anything; the bubbles are thick.

“She’s the creep. Didn’t she paralyze Batgirl?”

“Oh, yeah. OK. There’s that,” Steph admits.

“And **** a bunch of cops?”

“OK. OK.” Steph waves a hand. “I’m good. I’ll kick her ass.”

“Yes!” Zatanna claps her glowing hands together excitedly. “This is fun. I don’t get to do this stuff that much. I don’t get out as much as you would think.”

“We aren’t even in our physical bodies.”

“Shush.” Zatanna trots over and jumps into the bath.

Talia’s eyes snap open and she leaps up. Water flies, Steph sees nudity, and even Zatanna is given pause.

She and Steph stare at the thing between Talia’s legs.

“I didn’t expect that,” Zatanna says, recovering quickly.

“She’s more hung than me!” Steph blurts, indignant.

Talia looks confused; she can’t see or hear them. She stands, coiled for action, soap and water dripping down her admitted impressive body. Steph’s not here to ogle.

Zatanna grabs Talia from behind like a bully at school. Talia shouts something in Arabic, which Steph ignores. She climbs into the bath, and her astral form isn’t splashed by the water being kicked up by Talia’s struggle. She raises a fist and hesitates. Partly, she’s distracted by the striking appearance of her victim. And partly, she doesn’t want to hit someone who can’t hit back.

Zatanna’s not picking up on that. She chuckles delightedly. “That’s right, Sweetheart. Get ready,” she whispers in Talia’s ear.

Talia lets out a startled shriek and jumps, then goes on in Arabic. Steph assumes that she’s swearing and making threats. It gives Steph an idea, which she tests by reaching out with one glowing finger.

Talia squeaks and flinches away.

“She’s ticklish!” Stephanie shouts in triumph, then dives in with both hands.

Talia shrieks and writhes. She’s suffering, but Steph isn’t hitting her. It’s the perfect strategy.

Zatanna must be extra strong in this form because she’s dying laughing as she restrains Talia. Stephanie tickles her mercilessly. It quickly becomes obvious that Talia’s neck and waist are her weak spots. Steph’s finger brushes Talia’s ear and she hisses.

Only then does Steph notice Talia’s other reaction.

“Um, excuse me? Excuse me? Um, Talia? You OK?” Steph asks, almost falling as she backs away, trying not to laugh.

“Oh, for real?” Zatanna peeks down at the erection.

Talia’s not just hard, she’s twitching. Her shaft has these two big veins that Steph’s eyes are drawn to. It’s insane.

A moment passes. Talia gasps for breath, her cock bobbing gently.

Steph and Zatanna both stare. Then Steph clears her throat.

“Uh, should you give her the message?”

“Oh, right. OK, bitch. You’re gonna stop selling magical artifacts or we’re gonna come back here and drown your kinky, hung ass, and there isn’t a damn thing you or your stupid ninjas can do about it,” Zatanna says in Talia’s ear, then pushes her away.

Talia catches herself on the side of the bath and then whirls, ready to fight, but there’s no one to fight. She looks around, teeth grinding, then reaches out and grabs a little bell, which she rings.

Zatanna and Steph look on as a ninja silently enters the room, and Talia issues an order in Arabic. Steph is guessing that she wants the guards to search for intruders.

The ninja closes the door on his way out.

Talia stands in the water, visibly furious. She’s also still hard. Her nips too, and they’re unusually long. Steph’s not body-shaming her, it’s just hard not to look away. They just look so touchable. Steph wasn’t like this before Seed.

Talia looks down at herself, then lets out a long, shuddering breath. Being brutally tickled for several minutes is no joke. She wipes the tears from her face and her expression becomes one of annoyance. She climbs out of the bath but doesn’t stand up. Still on her hands and knees, she closes her eyes and wraps her fingers around her cock.

Steph and Zatanna watch in stunned silence as Talia vigorously tugs until her back arches sexily. Jaw clenched, she grunts, and white cum sprays across the stones underneath her. She stays like that, breathing deeply.

Zatanna darts forward, hauls back, and slaps her ass as hard as she can.

There’s a whoosh that cuts off Talia’s cry of surprise, and Steph finds herself back in the dressing room, sitting with Zatanna.

“Oh my god,” Steph laughs as Zatanna howls, flopping on her back and kicking her feet. Zatanna throws a fist in the air.

“Justice!” Then she sits up, blushing. “Wow.”

“Right?”

“Think she took Seed because she wanted to, or one of her enemies poisoned her or something?”

“I dunno,” Steph replies.

“Did you like, uh…” Zatanna uses both hands, opening and closing her fingers. “Did you see her little tush clench up when she…”

Steph had actually been watching Talia’s hand, but she nods vigorously anyway.

“Wow,” Zatanna says again.

They’re just sitting there. There are some things that people can bond over easily. Pretending to be ghosts and pranking enemies appears to be one of them. Well… Talia doesn’t like being helpless, and she has no idea what she’s up against. That threat will work, at least for a while. Zatanna actually brings serious firepower to the table. Steph feels a bit inadequate.

Talia is also an almost offensively beautiful woman and Steph just watched her masturbate naked, so she’s feeling other things too. Steph gazes at the flushed Zatanna. They’ve just met, but this feels like a moment.

How should she play it? Show Zatanna what a professional Bat-adjacent person she is?

Or make a move?