The first steps of a plan

Artemis hummed happily as she jogged up the stairs to her apartment. She felt the eyes of the other residents rove over her ass, but their perverted stares bothered her less now than they usually did.

She thought back to when she’d called Derek “daddy.” His normally cocky expression morphed into a satisfying mix of surprise, amusement, and lust. She’d loved the way his eyes had stared at her, and she couldn’t help but feel the desire within them. It was something Wally very rarely showed and never to the extent that Derek had.

I still can’t believe I called him daddy. Why do I like doing it so much?

Her lips tugged upward. She felt her pussy moisten at the memory of what they’d done the night before and the dreams she’d had when they’d slept together. It had been one of the best nights of her life, possibly the best.

I want to have more nights like that. I want Derek to kiss me and fuck me. I want him to just be with me all the time. I’ve never needed anyone like I need Derek. God, I think I’m falling for him. Hard.

She swallowed nervously. Her phone burned a hole in her bookbag.

I have to tell Wally. It’s not fair to him to keep going behind his back with Derek. I should just end it.

Shame welled up with in her when she remembered forcing Wally to jerk off while Derek fucked her. She tried to ignore the way her pussy tingled pleasurably when she remembered how sexy and wanted and powerful she’d felt then. It was so wrong, but at the same time it felt so good to do.

It was like whenever she was with Derek, she could do anything and not worry about the consequences, like she was free from the concept of morality itself. She’d never felt that way before, even when she went gallivanting with the team stopping supervillains through less than humanitarian means.

God, I’m fucking horrible. I’m the worst girlfriend ever. Will Derek even want me when I tell him I’ve broken it off with Wally?

The thought almost stopped her in her tracks. She’d been a terrible girlfriend over the past few days. Her little trists with Derek had started innocent enough, but they’d dominoed into something she’d never imagined herself doing.

She hated how much she loved betraying Wally for Derek.

Artemis moaned. She only barely resisted sinking to her knees and playing with herself in the stairwell.

“I wish you were here, Derek,” she moaned.

He’d watch her ass sway underneath her skirt, a completely shameless, perverted grin on his face. He’d ignore any indignation she displayed, like it was a façade he enjoyed stripping away from her to reveal her true self.

In her daydream, she wasn’t Wally’s girlfriend. She was Derek’s, and his alone. She felt that truth becoming more and more a part of her over the past few days until she could no longer ignore it. Her body was his to do with as he pleased. Why should he concern himself with her petty complaints?

“Ugh God…” her knees almost buckled. She gasped. If he wanted, he could take her right on the stairwell.

I wouldn’t even stop him.

He could **** her up against the grimy walls of her shitty apartment building and fuck her. She’d moan and scream and beg him for more. Maybe her mother would hear her distant screams as Derek railed her.

I’m such a whore…

She was so distracted by her thoughts that she nearly missed her stop on the sixth floor. She sighed and opened the door. It screeched on its hinges, and usually that would annoy her.

Instead, she thought about seeing Derek again. He’d probably show up late for class, earning a stern reprimand from her teacher. He wouldn’t even pay attention. He’d merely look at her and smile.

She grinned dopily as she inserted the key into the lock of her apartment door and entered.

“Artemis.” the voice stopped her halfway to her room.

“Mom?” she blinked and turned.

Paula was sat at the kitchen table, a lit cigarette in hand. Unlike Artemis, she was full Vietnamese. Her skin was a few shades darker than hers and her eyes slightly narrower. Age had been kind to her, with scant few wrinkles marring her face. She’d probably have suitors propositioning her left and right had she never been confined to a wheelchair.

Artemis knew better than to show her any pity, though. The one thing Paula Nguyen hated more than being unable to walk was other people’s pity.

“You were gone a while. How was it at your friend’s?”

Artemis suppressed the instinctive grin that came whenever she thought about Derek.

“It was good. I had a lot of fun,” she said.

Her mother sighed.

“That’s good. You know, I’ve never actually met any of your friends. When do you think you’ll introduce them to me?” she said.

Artemis imagined Derek meeting her mother. The cocky boy would probably set off God knew how many warning signals. She’d probably burst a blood vessel.

“Someday. Maybe when we’re not living in this dump,” Artemis said.

“Artemis…”

She cut her mother off, ignoring her **** expression.

“Oliver offered to set us up with some money and you wouldn’t accept it. You’d rather live here and keep your pride than just accept someone’s help for once and make our lives better,” she said.

Her mother glared at her. She looked like she wanted to yell, but brought the cigarette up to her lips instead. She took a long drag. The end of her cigarette lit up a molten red as her eyes bore a hole in her skull.

Typical.

Artemis sighed and made her way to her room. She heard that faint noise again. She’d first noticed it months ago, but it had been ratcheting up in intensity ever since. It was soft, yet it grated at her. It was like a whisper in her ear over a faint din of static. She blinked and shook her head.

Probably best to just ignore it.

She spent the next half hour showering and getting dressed in fresh clothes. She put on more makeup than she usually did, applying red lipstick to her full lips. She paused for a moment to look into her mirror.

Gotham Academy’s dress code was strict with very little room for individuality or personal expression. Only the different genders were offered any distinction. Navy pants, button down shirts, and blazers for boys. Dark blue jackets, white blouses, and pleated skirts for girls.

It didn’t mention anything about panties or bras, which was why she went without either. He blouse was dense enough that her nipples weren’t immediately noticeable, but her breasts still jiggled and swayed freely. It was a daring move. If the headmistress noticed, she’d be livid at the least. Derek would approve.

The thought brought a small smile to her face.

Artemis lifted her skirt up. Her pussy was bare and wet. She couldn’t wait for Derek to put his hand down there and notice she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Maybe he’d grab her by the arm and drag her someplace private where they wouldn’t be disturbed.

She brought her lips together in pout. Then she opened them and swirled her tongue around.

“Wanna see if I can leave lipstick marks along your cock, daddy?” she whispered in a girlish tone. She crossed her arms under her perky breasts, pushing them upward and expanding her cleavage. She looked incredibly slutty. Her pussy tingled. She hoped Derek would like it.

She giggled.

God, I’m acting like such a slut.

Wally would probably never forgive her if he found out what she’d done. The thought should have saddened her. Instead, she felt indifference gnaw at her from the place their mutual love used to be. She didn’t even feel like asking where it had gone. All she could think about was how wonderful the night before had been.

Satisfied, she picked up her bookbag and shuffled out of her apartment. She grinned. Today was going to be a good day.

Ten minutes later, she was walking to school. Her mother didn’t own a car, so walking was her primary means of transportation throughout Gotham. When she wasn’t zipping along lines created by one of her trick arrows, that was.

It hadn’t always been that way.

She smiled, remembering better times. When her mother and father were together in the brief period where the both of them had retired from their lives on the street. She and Jade had lived under the same roof. Their parents had driven them to parks and school occasionally. It was such a tiny blip in her life, but she remembered times like that better than most.

Artemis rounded a corner and continued down the sidewalk. A few male passersby leered at her. They were camped out in front of an alleyway that stretched who knew where. She wondered if they’d follow her in if she decided to walk down.

It’d be a good opportunity to get rid of some scumbags. But I don’t want Derek to miss me at school.

She glared back at them and kept walking. She felt their eyes on her bubble butt as she walked. Thankfully the ambient wind wasn’t strong enough to lift her skirt.

It was when she was nearly three-quarters of the way to school that she noticed the car that had been tailing her. It was a dark blue Ford sedan. It had passed by her at least three times, circling around a city block before winding up behind her again. She’d memorized the license plate number the first time she realized that she kept seeing it in her peripheral vision.

Artemis glanced back furtively.

FK1-R42. Same number. Only one person visible in the car. Female, mid to late twenties. Possibly earlier thirties. Probably just a tail, but could always be a meta. It’s hard to tell from outward appearances. I could call Oliver, but that would reveal my connection with him to whoever this is.

A plan formed in her mind. She slowed her strides to a crawl and slung her bookbag in front of her, miming going through her things. She watched out of her peripherals, wondering if the car would pass her again.

It drifted to the curb and stopped alongside her.

The driver’s side door opened and shut with a low thump. She heard heels clack on the asphalt as the driver circled around the front of her car and stepped onto the sidewalk.

She was blonde with blue eyes. Slightly taller than Artemis with a tight pencil skirt and blouse that looked damp for some reason. She walked up to Artemis, a small smile playing at her face. Her eyes bore a hole in her skull. Whoever this woman was, she wasn’t friendly.

Artemis glared at her for intruding upon her personal space, as was Gotham custom.

“What do you want?” she said.

The woman chuckled. Her eyes widened slightly, giving her an eerily crazed look.

“Wouldn't you like to know? Derek's little side-slut.”

Artemis’ face slackened. She dropped her bookbag on the ground. Its contents spilled across the sidewalk.

Harleen Quinzel giggled and approached the blank-faced girl.

“Hm. I wasn’t sure the subliminal triggers I gave you through the white noise generators would have worked. But I guess I’m much more competent at mental programming than I realized,” she reached a hand up to the girl’s face. She pressed her index finger against the girl’s lips, smearing it with her red lipstick.

"You wore this to impress him, didn’t you? I bet you suck his cock all the time, slut."

She clamped down on her anger. What she was doing was too important for her to allow for emotional outbursts in public.

“Can you hear me, Artemis?” she asked.

“Yes,” the girl replied in a flat tone.

“I’m Doctor Quinzel. You’re going to do whatever I say, aren’t you?”

“I… I’ll do whatever you say,” the blonde replied slugglishly.

Harleen grinned.

“Get in the passenger seat of my car and put your seatbelt on.”

Artemis walked right past her, stepping over her own school materials and textbooks. Harleen glimpsed the lower part of Artemis' juicy asscheeks as her skirt moved with her steps. She opened the door to Harleen’s car and slumped into the seat, just as instructed.

Harleen took a few moments gathering Artemis's things into her beige bookbag before walking back to her car, her ass swaying as she did so. She felt a sense of immense satisfaction wash over her.

She got in the driver’s seat of her car and tossed Artemis's bag into the back seat. The blank-faced Artemis stared passively through the windshield. Her breaths came slow and evenly.

“This is crazy. Definitely crazier than anything I’d have done at the Arkham job I turned down,” Harleen muttered. She had a sense that she’d crossed a metaphorical Rubicon, that there was no going back from what she had just done. She felt a sudden fear wash over her, but with that fear came excitement over the potential spoils of her endeavor. Her pussy gushed, making her already wet panties soggy.

She stepped on the gas, propelling her car down the road. She made sure to stay below the speed limit so as to avoid the attention of Gotham's police department, which was more interested in handing out speeding citations than arresting actual criminals.

"I guess I'd qualify as an actual criminal now, but still," she glanced at Artemis again. The girl's face was still totally blank. She'd fallen so easily into her trance that Harleen wanted to chastise herself for delaying her plans in the worry that the conditioning wouldn't take. Now, the girl would do whatever she wanted, so long as she was in her little trance.

Harleen smirked.

"So Artemis, why don't you tell me all of your deepest, darkest secrets?"