'Interrogation' on the Watchtower

As the Justice League's transporter couldn't reach this far underground, we had to get everyone up to the surface before anyone could actually be teleported to the Watchtower, which turned out to be a tricky endeavor. Power Girl was completely uncooperative; her rational mind was too consumed by overwhelming arousal to fully comprehend what was going on around her, and she fought off anyone who tried to stop her from masturbating for even a moment. Green Lantern finally came up with the idea to create an energy bubble around Power Girl and carry her inside it while she continued fingering herself. This ended up working as Power Girl was too out of it to care about the green energy encircling her, and as she was carried up through the hole of the ceiling I saw her prop her legs up against the side of the bubble to better access her insatiable pussy.

As all that was going on, Kara was adamant about getting me out of the cell immediately so that she could be sure I was okay, convinced that Luthor had done something horrible to me... which from a certain point of view I guess you could say he did. However Superman, having put together enough of the pieces to realize Power Girl's current state was somehow connected to me, didn't want my cell opened until he and Kara were out of the area. The two cousins argued back and forth on this, neither one budging until Diana intervened and swore to Kara that she would stay by my side until I was safely on the Watchtower. It was a testament to her trust in Diana that Kara (very reluctantly) accepted this, and after saying she would see me on the Watchtower as soon as she could, Kara followed Superman out through the hole.

Ironically enough, Luthor and Mercy were by far the easiest to transport to the surface. Superman carried the wrecked Mercy out with him as he left, and though no one wanted to leave Luthor alone with any of the Kryptonians in case he had another grenade up his sleeve, the Flash was able to carry him at a speed so insanely fast that Luthor wouldn't be able to even attempt anything before he was already on the surface and being beamed up to the Watchtower.

Which left the task of freeing me to Wonder Woman. Between the heroes debating how they were going to get everyone topside and my own shaken emotional state I was hardly able to get any kind of word in edgewise. The one time I did try to say something, Wonder Woman had quickly shut me down with a curt, "In a minute, Charlie." The sharp, scolding look she gave me as she said it made me **** to try again.

Once Flash had left with Luthor, she told me to stand back as she started to pry the door open with her bare hands. I was about to tell her to wait, but the earsplitting grinding of metal being crushed and warped in on itself drowned me out until the seal was broken and the door was torn off its hinges. As she walked into the cell, I finally felt that I had a chance to say my piece, "Diana, I'm sorry, my pheromones..."

"You can tell me about it on the Watchtower," Diana said, cutting me off yet again, "If we dawdle down here too long, they'll get suspicious."

"B-But Diana, we have to-"

"We'll talk about it on the Watchtower," Diana repeated more firmly, picking me up in her arms. Not having the mental fortitude to keep arguing with her at that moment, I simply wrapped my own arms around her neck and let her carry me back out in silence. It was obvious by now that there was more to her shushing me than just wanting to focus on the transportation issues, but I wasn't yet certain why she was so insistent on keeping me quiet.

The actual flight up the hole wasn't as long as I expected it to be, with floor after ruined floor whizzing by as we ascended. Soon the metal gave way to solid earth, and before I knew it we were back up at the surface. As my eyes adjusted to the sunlight, I could see that the hole we just emerged from was smack-dab in the middle of a street in the shopping district, and a police barricade was being maintained around it to both redirect traffic and keep the onlooking citizens a safe distance away. I barely had time to register anything else before I felt an electric tingling course across my skin and the whole scene vanished in a bright flash of light.

When the light died down, I was no longer on a street in Metropolis, or even the planet Earth, but the teleporter room of the Watchtower. Wonder Woman and I had appeared on a raised platform with several glowing circles on it that was positioned in the middle of a large atrium area. There was a large window overlooking the Earth, and on a platform above us Cyborg was hard at work on a computer console while keeping an eye on several holographic screens projected around it.

I expected Wonder Woman to set me down now that we were here, but instead she continued carrying me down a hallway and past several other superheroes and uniformed technicians. I might have felt self-conscious about being seen by so many people like this if I didn't have much bigger problems on my mind. Eventually we reached a door marked 'Conference Room F', which Wonder Woman opened with a 'whoosh' that wouldn't have been out of place in an episode of Star Trek. On the other side was a table and several chairs, one of which she set me down in.

"Wait here," she told me, "I'll be right back. If anyone else comes in, don't say a word to them until I return."

"Diana, wait..." I started to say, but she was already turning around and walking back out of the room, the door closing automatically behind her.

I sighed and leaned back into the chair, thankful that it was at least padded on the inside. There wasn't really much else for me to do; other than the chairs and the metal table with the 'JL' logo engraved in the middle, the only other things in the room to look at were a water cooler and one of those coffeemakers that used the little pods. The room didn't even have a window, making it little better than the prison cell I had just been rescued from.

Several minutes later, the door opened again and Diana walked back in. Once the door was closed, the stern demeanor she had been maintaining since the League found me finally dropped, and she quickly came over and pulled me into a tight embrace.

"Thank the gods you're safe!" she said, "I was worried sick about you. That monster didn't do anything to you, did he?"

"N-No," I said, finding it somewhat hard to speak in her powerful hug, "Other than taking my blood..."

"...Which I assume he used to create that gas he used on Power Girl," Diana finished, letting up on the hug just enough so I could breathe easily again, "Superman told me you mentioned something about pheromones."

"Yeah, that's what I was trying to tell you before," I said, "Diana, I think I'm the one who did this to you... and Starfire... a-and..."

I couldn't make myself say her name. Diana frowned and gently set me back down, then went over to the cooler and filled a coffee mug with water. Taking a seat next to me, she handed the cup over and said softly, "Here, drink this."

I didn't realize until now how parched my throat was, and I greedily gulped the cool water down as she continued talking, "I want you to tell me everything that happened, from the beginning. Take your time and don't hold anything back. Superman and Batman are busy interrogating Luthor, and I managed to convince the others that you'd be most comfortable talking with me one-on-one, so we should be left alone."

Setting my mug down, I asked, "Are you sure?"

She nodded, "I went as far as to choose this conference room specifically because hardly anyone uses it. The staff never even bothered to finish furnishing it. And as long as we aren't shouting at the top of our lungs, no one should be able to overhear us through the closed door. I swear on my honor as an Amazon that we have total privacy in here. Now tell me what happened."

So I did. I told her about Bizarro's attack, how Mercy found me and tricked me into go with her, waking up strapped to the chair in an underground lab, and most importantly, everything that Luthor told me. Namely that I was a metahuman giving off mind controlling pheromones, and that while he thought it only worked on Kryptonians, I was certain it was also the cause of her own and Starfire's obsessive behavior.

When I finally finished my story (and my water), Diana was quiet for a few moments. To my surprise, she only had one question: "Did you tell Superman or anyone else that your pheromones work on more than just Kryptonians?"

"N-Not yet," I answered, "But I will. We can't keep it a secret anymore, the League needs to know what I did-"

"You didn't do anything wrong, Charlie," Diana interrupted, "And we absolutely can keep it a secret, as long as we get our story straight and work together."

I stared at her in shock, "Wh-What? No, we have to tell them, so they can fix you guys, and stop me from doing this to more people..."

"Charlie," she said, returning to the firm tone she had been using with me earlier, "Normally I would do anything for you, and I mean anything. But right now you're not thinking straight. You are still reeling from what you learned about yourself, exhausted both physically and emotionally from being kidnapped by supervillains twice in as many weeks, terrified about what the League might do to you if they learn the truth, and feeling unbearable guilt for what you think you did to us and Kara specifically. The last thing you should be doing in your state is making rash decisions like this on your own."

My mouth gaped at this statement, "Rash decisions? Diana, there's no decision to make here. They already know about the pheromones, we can't hide that..."

"But they don't know that anyone other than Kara is affected by it," Diana explained, "And since Luthor doesn't know that either, the only way they will is if one of us tells them. Which means right now, we have the advantage."

"Advantage?" I asked in disbelief, "You're making it sound like the Justice League is our enemy."

"Are they not?" Diana countered, "Now that they know you are emitting pheromones capable of altering the mind of a Kryptonian, which they currently don't know how to stop or reverse the effects of, there's going to be a discussion about whether or not you should stay locked away in an airtight cell until they can figure out how to get them under control."

"Well maybe that's for the best," I told her solemnly, "At least then I wouldn't be able to hurt anyone anymore."

Diana took my hand in hers, and gave it a loving squeeze, "Charlie, look at me."

I did so, noticing for the first time that the Amazon princess was on the verge of tears.

"Don't you even think something like that about yourself. You haven't done anything to hurt any of us, and you are not responsible for what your pheromones did to us. You have no way to turn them off, do you?"

I thought about it for a second, then shook my head and croaked, "I... I don't think so..."

"Then you're innocent in all of this," Diana said, leaning in closer, "And superheroes or not, they have no right to lock up an innocent man for something they can't control."

I was silent for a couple of moments, then said, "But... but you're being affected by the pheromones too. W-Would you still say that if... if you were your normal self?"

She frowned, and said softly, "I don't really know anymore. Outwardly I can pretend to be my old self easily enough, but at this point my devotion and love for you feels so... so natural, I have a hard time imagining what my actual thoughts would be like without those feelings. But to be honest, I don't care what the 'normal' me would think, and I believe you shouldn't either. What's done is done, so we need to focus on the future and what's best for all of us going forward. And right now, telling the League everything is possibly the worst thing you could do in that regard."

"But if they found out we hid this from them now, they're going to be furious," I said.

"Not any more than they would be if they find out about what I did to you, and that we didn't tell them about that," Diana pointed out, "Or everything that happened with Starfire. We're already keeping huge secrets from them. What's one more?"

"I... I don't know..." I said hesitantly, "This is different. We know what's causing it now, and if we tell them, it could help them undo it..."

"They'll be working on doing that regardless of what we tell them," Diana says. When I didn't say anything, she continued, "Listen, right now everyone is assuming that the pheromones only work on female Kryptonians. And the only two female Kryptonians on Earth are already under the effects of those pheromones, or a copy of them in Power Girl's case. So from the League's point of view, things can't possibly get any worse than they already are. Between that and the fact that you haven't done anything bad to Kara so far, there's a good chance I can convince the rest of the League that keeping you and her imprisoned on the Watchtower is inhumane and counterproductive. They'll probably still want to keep an eye on you of course, and will be scrambling to try and develop a way to reverse the effect of your pheromones, but with my help the two of you can have a fair degree of freedom, and possibly even go back to having something resembling a normal life together."

She lowered her voice and said in a near whisper, "But if they discover your pheromones can work on any woman that isn't human? Well, there's a lot more of those around, even just on Earth. The moment they learn the truth about that, any chance I have at getting you and Kara back home is gone, and all of us will be locked up until they can find a way to 'cure' us of your pheromones and neutralize your power. Which if they can't, could very well be the rest of our lives. You don't want that, do you?"

This got my attention, "Wait, what? Why would they lock you up? It's my pheromones that are doing this. You're all just victims."

"Perhaps, but as you already know your influence on us does not lessen over time," Diana said, "In fact, the longer we're separated from you, the more we long to be with you. Even if you were locked up and separated from us, the Justice League isn't going to trust any of us to let you stay there. They'll believe that we'll be scheming up ways to break you out, and they will not want to risk us succeeding and giving you the chance to influence even more women."

I raised a brow, "Isn't that pretty much what you're doing right now?"

She smirked, "I didn't say they'd be wrong to think that." Then more seriously added, "And you know how Kara is when she thinks you're in danger. Do you seriously think she would just go about her life if she knew you were being held prisoner by the Justice League?"

"M-Maybe if I told her to..." I said, though even I knew how unlikely that actually was.

Diana reached over and brushed gently brushed my cheek with the back of her hand, "...I know you love her, Charlie, more than anyone else in the world. I can see it in your face. If you're not going to do this for yourself, do it for Kara. You know she doesn't deserve to be trapped in a cell, and if you could have seen how distraught she was when you went missing and how **** she got searching for you... there'd be no doubt in your mind that you being locked up for the rest of your life would be agony for her, even if she were free."

"But... but her love for me isn't real..." I said sadly, "It's just a result of my pheromones..."

"It's real to her," Diana says, "And that's what matters."

I didn't know if what Diana said about her 'love' was actually true or not, but at the very least I was willing to admit to myself that Kara probably wouldn't take it well if I was held in a cell regardless of the reason, even by her own cousin. She probably would do everything in her power to 'rescue' me, even if it put her in danger or completely destroyed her reputation as a hero. Objectively, the decision to lock her up as well didn't just make sense, it was the best and safest option for everyone.

But Diana was right about another thing: even if Kara didn't actually love me, I still loved her. And if there was a chance to keep her from being trapped in a cell for the rest of her life, just for being the victim of some stupid pheromones I didn't even have control over... I wanted to do what I could to spare her that fate. Even so, I had one more concern.

"B-But what if they find out anyway? If they figure out that we hid this from them, we'd all be locked up anyway, and they would never trust me or you again."

"They would stop trusting us anyway if you tell them the whole truth," she answered, "And even if they don't trust me now... if they ever manage to cure me, they'll believe me when I tell them that you wanted to confess, and I deliberately pressured you into staying quiet."

I looked at her in surprised, "You... how do you know that you'll say that if you're no longer obsessed with me? Wouldn't you hate that I was keeping secret from the League, and that we had... had sex with each other? I mean, even if it wasn't intentional, I basically ra-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence," she hissed, gripping my hand tighter, "You did no such thing, and I will not even entertain that thought with you."

"Okay, okay..." I said, my eyes going wide at the sudden ferocity she was displaying, "I won't say it."

Diana took a second to calm back down, then said, "I know that I'd say it wasn't of my own 'free will', I may hate that I did it... I may even harbor some negative feelings towards you for it, as much as just the thought of that sickens me right now. But I know I would tell them that anyway, because no matter how you look at it, that's the truth of what I'm trying to do right now. And my honor as an Amazon, a warrior, and a heroine would not allow me to lie about it. I know it, and they know it, so they'll believe me when I tell them it free of your influence."

"I... I guess that makes sense," I said, "I mean, the only hero people see as more trustworthy than you is Superman."

"Depends on who you ask," she says with a soft chuckle, "Some people think Shazam has me beat in that department too... but either way, that level of trust is now at your disposal, through me. And truth, or at least people's perception of it, is more powerful than any sword."

I frowned at this ominous statement, "But... don't you feel guilty about lying to everyone like that?"

"I did at first," she says, "But as I said, I would do anything for you, even lie to those who I saw as my closest friends. And I think I've done a good job of it so far."

When I didn't say anything in response to this, she added, "Ultimately, the choice is yours. But I don't want you to do this out of some misguided belief that doing so will make things better, or that you deserve to be locked away in a holding cell forever, because it won't, and you don't. I love you Charlie, even if you don't feel that way about me, and I want what's best for you. You are everything to me, and I will do whatever I can to keep you safe and happy. Even if you think I'm only helping you because I'm brainwashed or however you're seeing it right now, please listen to my advice: don't tell the Justice League the truth. Let me help you and Kara get out of here and back home, where we can figure all this out together as a harem."

"A harem?" I ask, taken aback by her choice of words.

"I think it's an appropriate description of the relationship the four of us have," Diana said with a gentle smile, "Kara, Starfire and I are obsessively in love with you, and find you irresistible, to the point where we're all willing to share you sexually. If you have a better word to describe what we are, just tell me and that's how I'll refer to us from now on, but I have a feeling you won't find one."

Well, she got me there. As weird as it felt to think of them in that way, it probably was the best way to describe this weird, messed up situation I had found myself in.

"So what's your decision?" Diana asked, "Will you keep quiet about your power? For all of us?"

I didn't answer her question at first. I didn't particularly feel good about lying to the Justice League of all people about something this potentially dangerous. There were so, so many things that could go wrong. And a part of me knew that despite everything Diana was telling me, it wasn't exactly moral to hide something like this.

...But. The part of me that wanted Kara to be happy wanted to take the one chance I had to give her at least some measure of freedom. The part of me that cared about what happened to Diana and Starfire wanted to make sure they didn't get trapped in the same situation Kara was in. The part of me that felt guilty about inadvertently turning them into my harem didn't want them to suffer through whatever potential withdrawal effects these 'addictive' pheromones might have, or leave them despondent at being separated from a person they thought they loved.

And the selfish part of me that was tired of being trapped in small metal rooms just wanted to go home.

It was all of these thoughts that led to me slowly nodding my head and saying, "Okay, I'll do it."

Diana broke out into a huge, radiant smile, "You won't regret this, Charlie. I promise that I will do everything I can to get you two out of here as soon as possible. But it's not going to be easy. Just know that I am always looking out for your best interests, even if I have to pretend otherwise in front of the others."

"I know," I said with a weak smile, "Thank you, Diana. For everything."

"Save it for when we're all safely out of here," she said, letting go of my hand and standing up, "And remember to call me Wonder Woman in front of the others; we don't want to appear as if we're too casual with one another. Now come on. I need to escort you to your holding cell."

My smile faded at those words, "Oh... alright. Guess I should have known I wasn't going to be put someplace comfortable like a guest room or something."

"You won't be in there very long if I have anything to say about it," Diana reassured me, "But for now, it's best that we play things cautiously, and pretend that I actually did my job and got you to tell me all you know about your Kryptonian-targeted pheromones."

I stood up and started to walk to the door. Before I passed her though, Diana put her hand on my shoulder and said, "One last thing before we head out."

I turned to ask her what she wanted to say, but the moment I opened my mouth to speak Diana wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a deep, sensual kiss. Despite the stressful situation I was in, or perhaps because of it, it only took half a second before I put my arms around her and started kissing back just as passionately. All too soon, our make-out session was over, and Diana was wiping her lipstick off of my face with a napkin from next to the coffee maker.

"I think we both needed that," she said with a grin, stuffing the used napkin into her cleavage and completely hiding it from sight, "And I'm not sure how long it'll be until we get to do it again."

She took a moment to run her fingers through my hair to fix it as she teasingly whispered, "But know I'll be thinking about it tonight while I'm in bed, wishing I wasn't wearing my belt so I could touch myself to the memory of your lips pressing against mine."

"Um... I..." I stammered, but before I could articulate a proper response, Diana had slipped back into Wonder Woman mode and was already opening the door back out into the hall. As she took my wrist and led me through the station, I couldn't help but feel scared about this secret scheme that I had just committed myself to, especially since it was going to be putting me up against the freaking Justice League. I briefly thought about calling it off, but I knew that at this point I was in too deep either way. Even if I did tell the truth to Superman the moment I saw him, all it would do is ensure none of the heroes would ever trust me or my intentions again.

For my sake, and my harem's, I was going to see Diana's plan through to the end... even if I still didn't know exactly what that was yet.