VillainCon24

“Dr. Isley. You are looking well.”

“Dr. Fries. You’re looking…the same.”

“Thank you. And what a charming companion. Is Dr. Quinzel…”

“Oh, Harley’s around. I let her keep her pets and she lets me keep mine.”

“Ah. Love. You were both missed a last year’s convention.”

“That’s because these things have become a bore. We make small talk and trade death traps and do the awards ceremony, and every year the top prize goes to Luthor or the clown, the clown or Luthor. But let’s see how the voting goes this year when I’ve got one of the Bat-brats on stage doing tricks.”

‘She does tricks?”

‘Oh, she was quite trainable. Some light pheromones, some punishment, some rewards…you are still a naughty pet, aren’t you, though? Just last night, you had a pair of my vines in your slutty holes, and I told you not to cum before you made Harley cum with your nasty little tongue, and you came anyway. Then I had to get the thorn vines...you see, she’s very responsive. And she can do some quite impressive tricks. If you would care to…”

“You know I’m not interested in those kind of tricks, Dr. Isley.”

“Of course.”

“And the air filters on this suit are quite effective.”

“Of course. Still, it would have been interesting to watch her try and melt your popsicle.”

“Quite. Isn’t it a bit dangerous having her here?”

“Please. He’s got such a herd of sidekicks now he probably hasn’t noticed she’s gone yet. After we celebrate my win we’ll send her on her way with a blank spot in her memories and a few implanted commands for the next time we want to have some fun. This isn't my first Bat-rodeo, doctor..."