SEL Chapter 19

“I should be going,” Steph says. “But I don’t want to. I, uh, want to see more magic.”

“Magic,” Zatanna repeats, amused. She can act cool, but it’s not convincing. That didn’t go the way that she expected either.

“Magic,” Steph confirms, face hot.

“God. It looked just like a real one,” Zatanna says.

“It is a real one. That’s why Seed is so crazy!”

“Hmm.” Zatanna takes a deep breath, and then her eyes flick to Steph’s dress. “Maybe there’s a magic trick that you can show me.”

“Talia Al Ghul made you Seed curious?”

Zatanna rolls her eyes. “Honestly, Batgirl did. Are you chicken?”

“Is this a dare?”

“Yes. You’re supposed to be a Bat-person. Right? You can jump off rooftops but you get weird about having some fun?”

“Nuh-uh!” Stephanie says, indignant. Thinking clearly is optional. “I feel like a teenager,” she mutters as she embarrassedly rolls up the front of her dress. Zatanna’s face gets redder and her eyes light up as Steph frees her cock from her panties. It’s not as impressive as Talia’s, but Zatanna looks almost intimidated by the way that it twitches angrily in Steph’s fist. “You tied me up and then we took a bath with a beautiful woman and we were naked,” she blurts. “Of course I’m hard. Don’t act like it’s weird.”

Zatanna’s only half-listening. She repositions and leans forward intently.

“So, you like being tied up?” she asks absently. “Do it,” she adds, moving her hand.

Steph is affronted. She has her dick in her hand in front of this woman, but she finds some of her spine.

“Is this a charity?” she asks sourly.

“Huh?”

Steph stares at Zatanna. “Now the exhibitionist is shy?”

“I’m not an exhibitionist,” Zatanna replies, avoiding eye contact. She snaps her fingers and in a puff of smoke, she’s back in her performing outfit. “Better?”

“Oh my god. Don’t act like you don’t know what you’re doing.” Steph’s heart isn’t in it, though. Her cock aches, and she begins to pull on it.

Zatanna catches herself leaning forward eagerly again and sits back.

Steph sighs.

“Does it feel that good?” Zatanna asks. “Guys aren’t just being dramatic?”

“It’s crazy,” Steph says.

“Your voice is so weird now!”

“I know.” Steph looks away. Is Zatanna seriously going to give her a play-by-play? “Mmm.” She keeps tugging, and can only keep her eyes off Zatanna’s cleavage for so long.

“I can’t do me in this thing,” Zatanna complains.

“Take it off.”

“No!” Zatanna just reaches between her legs and rubs herself firmly through the crotch of the costume. There’s no amusement now; the look on her face as she stares at Steph’s cock is deadly serious. Touching herself makes her chest swell, and that does even more things to Steph. She has reached the ‘wanting to fondle Zatanna’s rack’ stage of sexual confusion.

Steph’s keeping her face dignified, but she’s leaking and the wet noises of her jerking are hard to miss. So is how hard Zatanna is breathing. Steph doesn’t try to pace herself.

“Ssem on!” Zatanna gasps as she sees Steph’s wrist speed up.

Stephanie’s clothes vanish. The sudden cool air on her skin makes Steph squeak. Her cock throbs in her palm and warm cum splashes over her chest, but she also jumps in surprise, so the second burst of jizz lands on Zatanna’s thigh, standing out clearly on her fishnets.

“Oh,” Zatanna says, staring at it. “Oh,” she repeats, shuddering as her hand keeps working.

The afterglow is strong enough that the awkwardness is slow to set in, and Zatanna comes to her senses and handles that easily enough: “Pu naelc!”

Suddenly she’s back in her comfy clothes, Stephanie’s dress is back on, and her stickiness and Zatanna’s rather potent womanly scent are gone.

“That’s convenient,” Steph says, sounding only a little shaky.

SEL

Helena Bertinelli’s apartment is tasteful and comfortable, if a little sparse.

She considers her evening with the blonde, whom she remembers from the mall during the quake. Stephanie Brown. Spoiler. She doesn’t seem like a good fit for Gotham, but that’s none of Helena’s business. It’s hard not to wonder what Dick is doing. Why isn’t he stepping up? It has to be because of Batgirl. It is a little amusing to know that to derail this whole mayoral race, all Helena would have to do would be to hook up with Dick again and make sure that Batgirl finds out about it. The idea is funny, but Helena would never do that. At least, not on purpose.

There’s a big opportunity in front of her right now. She needs to focus on that.

Helena sheds her eveningwear and bends in front of her vanity to get her makeup off. She eyes her face and hair, turning her head from side to side. She hasn’t done much in the field lately. Teaching is a difficult job, and seven hours of kids every day can drain a person.

The blonde wants bats on the street. She’s also having a hard time with Roxy Rocket, and other things by the look of it. Helena hadn’t been sure when it just been a few surreptitious looks at her in her dress, but the way that Stephanie fell under Zatanna’s shameless spell told the whole story. Helena has encountered enough Seedstruck women to know that look. She supposes that she should be flattered, although a chipper little blonde has to be as close to the polar opposite of her type as is humanly possible.

At any rate, this is what passes for a moment of quiet in Gotham if Roxy’s the sauciest person running around out there. It makes sense after what happened to GCPD. Some would think that heavy hitters would make a move with the police weakened, but the police aren’t weakened… exactly. They’re more ****. Crooks are more likely to get shot and killed right now, and that does have a small deterrent effect.

The stupid blonde is going about things all wrong. Helena will take down Roxy, and that will be felt on the street if she makes an example of her. Waiting for Roxy to do a crime is idiotic; she’s weakest at home. Helena walks to her closet and opens it, revealing a variety of clothes. Bruce isn’t the only one who knows how to put on a disguise. If Roxy doesn’t have her signature rocket, she’s just a fearless woman with some gymnastic skills and a gun. She’ll be using muscle. The easiest way to get information about that will be to go to Noonan’s.

Helena has a criminal persona inspired by Matches Malone, although she hasn’t spent as much time developing it as she should. She’s not as patient as Bruce. But all the girls who work for anyone in Gotham get there through Noonan’s. Penguin’s naked blonde waitresses? Referred by Noonan. The models that Harvey Dent walks around with? The hookers that Riddler is constantly boning? Noonan’s.

Bruce never shut Noonan down, and neither will Helena; the place is too much of a resource, but they have to use it sparingly.

It’s a bit of a step down from the Iceberg Lounge, but it looks like Helena’s night on the town isn’t over. Should she visit Noonan’s as a criminal looking to hench? Or just a girl who needs a paycheck? Which will help her get clues about Roxy?