Yes

Alura stood and moved towards her daughter and her fiance with a smile. She turned her head towards Oliver oddly enjoying the very unusual nervous look on the younger man's handsome face. "Very well done Oliver. The way you **** her to cum, and then using me in her punishment was incredible."

"Thank you," he said unsure of what else to say. Alura gave a slight nod before turning her attention to Kara.

"You loved the humiliation of having me count off the lashes from that riding crop didn't you?" Kara gave no answer. She only bit her bottom lip and rocked nervously from foot to foot. "Kara," Alura said as she took her daughter's hands in her own. "After watching Oliver with you I know that he loves you and knows what you need as a submissive. I have no reason not to approve."

"Thank you Mom," Kara said as she pulled her mother into a hug.

"Don't thank me. It was all your's and Oliver's doing. You till will have to join us on Argo City for dinner sometime."

"We will, and you'll have to come and eat with us and meet our teams. Well, team I guess once we get married."

"We will," Alura said before opening a portal and waving goodbye.

At noon the next day, Oliver glanced at his phone while attending a board meeting at Q.C. The quarterly review was nearing it's end which suited Oliver just fine. He was hungry and Kate and Luke would be landing in about an hour. Silently Oliver wondered what the pair could have found, and took it as a bad sign that the pair wanted to meet instead of just informing Felicity of their findings.

"And that wraps up the quarterly review. Are there any questions?" William "Bill" Anderson, the aging C.F.O. asked.

"Thank God it's over," Oliver thought to himself. He respected Bill a lot. It could be argued that he knew the inner workings of Queen Consolidated better than anyone. Well, almost anyone. No one suspected that Q.C. secretly provided The Green Arrow and his team with equipment. After a long few seconds of silence Oliver stood as the straightened his black tie. "No, thank you for all your work, and information Bill. If there are no objections, I hereby move to adjourn this meeting," he continued.

"Seconded," Rachel Coleman, one of the board members said.

"All in favor?" Oliver asked.

"Aye," the entire board said in unison.

"We are adjourned," Oliver said with a smile. He patiently waited for the room to clear and sat at the head of the long table once more. Once there he hit a secret switch under the table and a section of wall opened behind him. He turned and entered a small hidden elevator and put his eye to the retinal scanner inside. With his identity confirmed the elevator began it's quick decent into a secret secondary bunker with a high speed pod that would follow a tube linking the secondary bunker beneath Q.C. to the primary bunker under Queen Manor. Oliver sat in the pod and pressed a button that caused the canopy to slide shut. Then he flipped the ignition switch causing the pod's powerful engine to come to life with a high pitched whine. A smirk came to his face as he pushed the throttle forward and the pod rocketed off down the tunnel.

Five short minutes later Oliver yanked back hard on the throttle deploying the air flaps and retro repulsor engines bringing the pod to a gentle stop on a circular area at the end of the track. The area where the pod had stopped began to slowly turn facing the pod back toward Q.C. as Oliver opened the canopy and climbed out. He smiled when he saw j'onn in Martian form beginning to spar with Kara. His fiance had not changed into her suit. Instead she wore black yoga leggings and a short blue tank top leaving a hint of her toned stomach bare. He walked over to the rail at the edge of Felicity's work station and took a gentle grip as he watched.

Kara's back was to him as she bounced lightly on the balls of her bare feet ready to move, defend, or strike at less than a moments notice. J'onn threw a jab and Kara deflected it. Before she could counter J'onn threw a right cross, Kara shifted her head to her right narrowly dodging The Martian's strike. Then came a kick aimed at her calf, with a slight smile Kara lifted her leg checking the kick. J'onn then tried a left hook. In seemingly one fluid motion, the beautiful Kryptonian ducked under the punch, closed the distance, circled around J'onn gripping his waist in her arms lifting and slamming him down on the mat. She knelt down ready to throw a finishing blow when she stopped and smiled at her surrogate father figure.

"Nicely done Kara," J'onn laughed as he took Kara's offered hand and she helped him up. "I suppose I have you to thank for teaching her that, Oliver." he continued as he shifted back into his guise of Hank Henshaw.

"Yep," Oliver said with a prideful smile.

"Hey Ollie," Kara said before floating up to him and the two shared a short but passionate kiss.

"Hard at work I see."

"The issue's already been approved. Perks of speed reading."

A short while later the sound of the hidden elevator doors sliding open filled the air and Kate and Luke entered the bunker. The pair would have drawn odd looks for two people that ran a major company. Luke looked every bit the part in a perfectly fitting grey suit with a white under shirt and black tie and shoes. Kate, on the other hand wore a faded black and gray Metallica tee-shirt, torn and faded, but still snugly fitting jeans, and black and yellow sneakers.

"Welcome guys," Felicity said warmly as she gently pushed a rolling chair toward Luke.

"Thank's" her fellow tech genius said as he took a seat and inserted a thumb drive into a port on the computer bans.

"Is this what you found," Oliver asked as he and Kara walked over.

"Yeah, and it should be impossible," Luke said as he opened the drive's contents.

"Why?" Kara asked.

"Because the one most likely to do this is supposed to be dead," Kate answered.

"I was supposed to be dead," Oliver deadpanned.

"Point taken," Kate said nodding her head.

"Results are consistent with only one known substance, Smilex Gas A.K.A. Joker Toxin," Felicity read aloud clearly confused.

"Oh Rao," Kara said in shock. "Kal told me about him he's bad news."

"Told you about who?" Dig asked as he and the others walked over from the vehicle bay. "Sorry we're late."

"Him," Luke answered pulling up information on Gotham's most notorious villain. An image of the pan popped up on screen.

"What's with the clown get up?" Dinah asked.

"No one really knows. Joker has given multiple accounts of why he is the way he is, the only constant detail is," Kate began.

"Let me guess, they all involve Batman?" Oliver asked.

"You got it," Luke said turning to face Oliver and the others.

"It's a good thing I'm not afraid of clowns," Kara quipped as she looked at the information on the screen. The man in question had green hair and unnatural bleached white complection and several scars. His lips were blood red and his mouth seemingly stuck in an eerie permanent grin showing off yellow teeth. The sclera of his eyes were as yellow as his teeth. His irises were a dark almost glowing green with narrow beady pupils.

Alias: The Joker (Possibly formerly The Red Hood or one of as several small time criminals have laid claim to the title)

Real Name: Unknown

Known Alternate Alias: Jack White, Jack Napier, Joseph Kerr, Jekko The Clown

Known Crimes: ****, Mass ****, Grand Theft, Domestic Terrorism, suspected involvement in several assassinations and attempted assassinations, ****, Racketeering, Prostitution, ****, Weapons, and Human Trafficing, Extortion, Bribery, Numerous escapes from Arkham Asylum.

Modus Operandi: Joker excels at spreading chaos. Subject will often used comic clownish gags turned deadly to cause wide spread confusion, terror, and ****. Subject has genus level knowledge of chemistry, used to develop Smilex Gas A.K.A. Joker Toxin that leaves his victims dead in seconds with a grin stuck on their faces. **** is nearly instant administration of antidote (See attached file) MUST be done within seconds of exposure. Possible exposure to an early version of the toxin may have created The Joker as he is known today.

Known Associates: None, Joker preys upon the criminal underworld to rebuild his gang with each new scheme.

Current Location: Unknown. Believed to have been killed during a cave in the catacombs beneath Arkham Asylum fleeing Batman. (Body not recovered).

"Oh frak," Felicity said her mouth hanging open in shock.

Meanwhile, in an unknown location, Joker sat in a chair his feet propped up on the back of a naked blonde with a heavy steel collar around her neck and a long chain leading to her chest before splitting into two chains one each leading to a heavy steel wrist cuff. From there another pair of chains led to matching cuffs on her ankles. Her face was smeared with clown makeup that had several smudges in it from her tears. Her beautiful athletically built body was covered in welts and bruises. Her shapely ass was covered in fresh bruises and was still a deep dark red from her most recent punishment. What she had been punished for, she didn't know. Her master took and inhuman delight in hurting her. He didn't hurt her just to give her sexual pleasure as a reward for testing or moving past previous limits, no he was purely a sadist that loved to hurt her. He never had her provide him with pleasure but he often gave her to his men.

"Where should we strike tonight?" Joker asked himself as he twirled a throwing knife in his right hand. He flung it to his side without so much as a glance when he heard the Thunk of the blade dig into the wooden wall he kicked the blonde over, stood, and walked over to the wall and looked where the knife had struck. "Star City General Hospital. What Fun!" he said before going into his trademark maniacal laughter. "Hey Rocco, are the explosives ready?" he asked one of the men sitting at a table across the room playing poker.

"Sure thing boss," a dark haired man answered, looking away from his cards.

"Good man Rocco good man," Joker said going into a second fit of laughter. "Harleen, show Rocco here a good time would you?"

"Yes Master," the blonde answered trying desperately to hide the sadness in her voice. She stood and began shuffling her way to Rocco.

"Come on girl," Rocco said grabbing the chain leading from the steel collar around her neck. Harleen struggled to keep up with him and nearly fell several times as he moved quicker than she could with her legs shackled as they were. When they entered the next room the man threw her down on a long pallet with a thin pad on it so her ass would be high in the air. Without another word he quickly removed his pants, took position behind Harleen and sank his cock into her pussy. "Come on bitch! Fuck me back, you know what will happen if I tell the boss you didn't please me," he said as he squeezed her sore bruised ass.

"Yes sir," she answered as she began moving her hips back and forth to meet Rocco's strokes. She knew it was pointless however. No matter how much she tried she knew she wouldn't "please" Rocco. Her master's men loved to watch him punish her.