The D-listers.

The Snake’s Den…

Stepping through the front doors of the club and guided in by the reptilian bodyguard and looking around to avoid being seen, the man quickly made his way inside the building and looked around, trying to be inconspicuous. And failing miserably. The elderly, overweight man repositioned his glasses and looked around nervously towards the dance floor while music thumped and boomed through his chest uncomfortably. All around him he could see scantily clad women dancing to the beat or the mesmerizing motions of the weresnake staff slither to and from one table to the next, hypnotically turning his attention to their swaying lithe forms. It all seemed overwhelming for him before he felt a wooden hand slap him across the chin to snap him out of it. “Stop gawkin and start walkin dummy!” Barked Mr. Scarface in a thick Chicago accent. “We’s got a MEETING to get to and we’s ain’t got time for you staring at them snake dames!”

“Y-yes Mr. Scarface.”

Inching his way towards the back booths at the end of the club, Arnold Wesker and the wooden puppet in his arms moved into the furthest booth where a group of men sat and drank, trying to keep themselves from being recognised by the crowd of dancers.

“Really? You couldn’t lose the dummy?” Asked one of the men, incredulously. The others sharing the same disappointment just as Wesker took his seat with Scar Face sitting on his lap.

“Believe me, I tries, but every time I does, he’s got his hand up my ass about something.”

Looking across the table, Scarface looked to everyone present and spoke. “And so, we’s finally here. Took us five years of keepin our heads down while this town blew up and went to the dogs. But now that’s the dust has settled we’s gots the opportunity to take back what’s ours!” Declared the wooden puppet, with Wesker quickly grabbing his arm by the elbow to simulate his hand slapping the table.

“A ha! What a delightful idea to host a tea party in the den of the Jabberwocky.” Chuckled the Mad Hatter, leaning forward to cross his white gloved fingers and smile a crooked grin to expose his buck teeth. The short man wore a green dress suit with an oversized pink bowtie and green top hat with a playing card sticking out of the hem. “Such slithering servile spies spent serving sidetracked sponsors fail to spy such sadistic social servants such as us.”

“Such HORSERADISH!” Chuckled the Condiment King, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms in annoyance. “I’m surprised you had the pep and VINEGAR to talk us into coming to this meeting.”

“Yes… Halloween is coming within a week’s time; we must prepare for tricks and treats for the good little children playing dress up.” Husked Julian Day, the Calander Man eyeing the others at the table stone stiff and uneasy.

“Hell yeah! Gonna get back into the swing of things.” Cheered Kiteman, no longer worried about hiding.

“Damn right! We’s gonna OWN this town again, just yous wait…” Turning his attention to the serpentine waitress who slithered to their booth, the weresnake smiled back at the five and lowered the serving tray she had in her hand.

“Hello everyone, here are your drinks.” Plucking each one off her tray, the snake woman listed off their requests as she placed them on the table. “Lemon tea with macaroons for the gentleman in the top hat. Whisky on the rocks AND glass of water for the fella with the puppet, kite-tail cider cocktail for the birthday boy in the jumpsuit, bloody ceasar with pickles for the gentleman in blue wearing a ski mask and… Glass of milk for the big guy here. Enjoy your drinks.”

Looking over to Calander Man holding his glass of milk, the man eyed everyone else back with the same expressionless face. “I have an ulcer.”

Shrugging and sharing a murmur of non-complaint, the men at the leaned in close as Wesker moved Scarface close to whisper and drank from his glass of water. “Word is on the grapevine there’s a BIG fish in the pond trying to smuggle in silver to flush out these were-whatevers out and take back this town!”

Applauding to the scarred puppet speaking while the ventriloquist finished his glass, the others shared looks and nods. “I will say, that’s as sweet as Barbeque Sauce!”

“So who is the one bringing the goods?”

Rolling his eyes and turning away, Scarface had his arms folded to look like he was crossing his arms by Wesker behind him. “I aint tellin ya, you dummies! The guy runnin things wants to keep it a secret.”

“Shame to hear…”

Unsure where the voice came from, the villains were caught off guard and scared out of their wits when a cloaked figure landed heavily on top of the booth they were all sitting at, brandishing a short samurai blade at the neck of the puppet who’s eyes darted from the shining blade nicking the wood of his neck to the glaring eyes of Batman staring back at him.

“No… Don’t hold secrets on MY account… Tell us some more.”

*

Two guards in security uniforms stood at the curtained off entrance to the Egyptian exhibit of the museum, helping visitors and tours to avoid the exhibit and guide them out the exit as the museum closed for the night. BEHIND the curtain, the owner of the museum catered to guests under her sway.

Like a pleasure palace of times past, dozens of werecats tended to the five guests to their home, with music playing and perfume scents wafting in the air. Selina wailed out loud as she straddled Umbra, tossing her long black hair and riding his hard thrusts while his hands roamed over her waist and breasts. The cat woman guiding his hand to her fanged mouth to suck at his fingers. In her ecstasy, Selina had transformed into her werecat state and her tail snapped back and forth with each cry of pleasure. Talia found herself sucking off the length of one werecat while another thrust into her from behind. Her eyes fluttering at the sensation of being stuffed at both ends by a pair of hulking cat men. Nearby Dick Grayson was crowded by seven cat women who fawned over and made out with him while two of the seven licked and sucked at his crotch. Every time he finally pulled away from one kiss, another turned his face to be claimed by another. Gluttony and Greed were fighting over his erection, Pride padded at his chest and Lust was caught off guard when Wrath pulled Dick’s face away from hers to smother him between her breasts. Ignoring the please of Lust, Envy and Sloth demanding their turn next with Night Wing.

“Quit hogging him! I want his kittens!”

“No! Me!”

“Butt out sister, he’s MINE until I’m done with him!”

“Ssssssss!”

“You have such friendly cats your highness Cat Lady.” Smiled Kori, sipping from her glass while a buff cat man gave her a shoulder rub from behind. Another nearby offered her small sandwiches from a platter to which she eagerly plucked at to nibble.

“Oh please, NO need for formalities in my court.” Smiled the Queen of cats, sipping from her own drink before moving to sit closer to Starfire. “You may call me Bastet if you wish.”

“Thank you, Bastet Cat Lady.”

Rolling her eyes with a smile, the queen was still amused by the bronze woman’s innocence. “It pleases me that there are those like you in this universe, if not for you, that demon spawn of Trigon would have been the herald of this world’s doom a decade ago.”

“Do you mean friend Raven? She joins us sometimes.” Leaning in close to whisper into Bastet’s ear, the queen of the were-cats leaned in to listen, an eager smile on her lips. “Her toes curl when Dick kisses behind her ear.”

Clapping her hands together and barely holding back a roar of laughter, even the male cat men tending to Starfire chuckled along with their queen as Koriand’r leaned back with a smile, nibbling away at her mustard sandwich and darting her eyes between the queen and her sons, enjoying their amusement. “So, tell me young one, have any of my sons caught your eye?”

“MANY of your cats caught my eye.” Turning to look over her shoulder, Kori smiled back at the cat man who massaged her shoulders still and turned around to pull him down for a kiss, pulling away to reach for the one serving her food to do the same. “If lover Dick is being pleased by cats, then maybe I can enjoy some cats too.” She said without a hint of jealousy in her voice, rolling the cat man onto his back where she straddled his waist and made out with him. Reaching behind her, Starfire undid her top and peeled off her shorts.

Still amused and impressed with the lone guest she had not mind controlled, Bastet looked over to find her mother Selina approach and sit comfortable close to Baster, the two nuzzling each other and share a warm hug at the waist before separating to watch the entire party play out. Dick Grayson was being fought over like a piece of meat by her seven daughters the sins, Talia cried out as two cat men double teamed her at the same time, her red eyes rolling back from being so full.

Further back, the two watched as Dinah was truly abused sexually by a group of cat men who pounded hard into her nethers, ass and throat, her muffled moans barely heard as the rest of the party went on, oblivious to her drooling cries of passion. Coughing up a mouthful of cum, she barely had a chance to breath before another cat man guiding her face by pinching her nose to keep her mouth open for him to shove his cock in her mouth and repeat the process all over again. “A fitting punishment for anyone who would try to use or spoil my mother.” Bastet proclaimed with a regal air, glaring down at the vampire. Turning her attention back to Selina, she looked her in the eye and freed her from her hypnosis. “I had placed a protection on you long ago, just in case one of the ‘brides’ would risk tampering with the peace I worked so HARD to help create.”

“Will she be destroyed?” Asked Selina, realizing what Dinah had tried to do before she was guided here to New Gotham for her punishment.

“Yes… But not by me… Her fate will come soon when the light of the rainbow returns.” Baste explained. “Until then, her memories will be erased from this event and you will both return to the castle.”

“Wait, a rainbow? What rainbow?”

Bringing a clawed finger to her fanged lips, Bastet winked back to her mother. “Shhh, spoilers Mother, I cannot reveal everything.”

“Well what about HER then?” Selina sked, her attention now on Talia as the former assassin cried out in orgasm after being filled again, the two cats licking up her neck with their rough tongues and making her shiver and swoon.

“Her path is leading away from Dracula, and in time… Maybe even away from her former days as a killer.”

“I still do not like her.”

Shrugging, Bastet crossed her arms and tapped at her lip with her finger, looking more deeply into Talia Ghul with a sigh of pity. “Like her son, she is a product of her upbringing, it is difficult to teach peace to a killer born… But at least she is in good company.”

Both werecats smirked down at the sight of Starfire pulling away from kissing the cat man in her clutches, the feline man gasping for air while letting his hands roam over her sides and flanks. “Wow!... ‘pant’… What a kiss…”

“You did well, but lover Dick can hold his breath longer.” Kori purred, rocking her hips, and pulling the werecat into another kiss that made his eyes go wide.

*

Sitting outside the steps of the museum and waking up as if from a dream. Dick Grayson and Talia Ghul looked around to find it night in Gotham. Looking behind them, they found the guards locking the doors and waving them a good night before closing the blinds. “Did… Did we just…?”

“EECK! What am I wearing?!” Looking down at herself, the vampire woman stared down in horror at the sweatpants and women’s t-shirt with ‘Welcome to New Gotham’ emblazoned on the chest and down the leggings, along with a tacky sports cap over her head. “Who put me in this?”

“Cat lady Bastet put that one you because your clothes were ruined in the orgy.”

“Orgy?!” Dick blinked in shock, looking over to Kori who smiled and nibbled away at her cotton candy. “Wait, there was an orgy?!... Where did you get that cotton candy?”

“The nice cat man gave it to me before we left, said Starfire was welcome to cat palace any time.” Nibbling at her confection, Kori looked over to the shocked Talia. “And lover Talia is welcome in Gotham too, for now.”

Crossing her arms in embarrassment, if Talia still had the capacity to blush, she would be just as red as her eyes. “Well… I guess that is enough then. Now to find Damien.”