Ascension 2

Chapter Seventeen: Cry for Justice Part One.

"So how was your trip?"

"It was fine, although it seems like that I missed a lot of excitement," the voice of Dinah Lance stated over the phone and the man who she was talking to snorted.

"Well, I wouldn't exactly qualify what you missed as excitement, but it was an interesting few nights," the man replied. He was a middle aged man with dark hair that had hints of grey in it, wearing a white t-shirt and jeans, casual attire more or less. "Especially if half of the rumors that I heard are true."

"What rumors are those?" she asked him, interested in what happened while she was away.

"Nothing substantial yet, so I don't want to speculate," he replied lightly, more to himself than to his daughter as he made his way out of his front door. "Anyway, are you on your way back?"

"Yes, I'm on my way back and I'll be seeing you before too long I suspect," she agreed in a bright and sunny tone as the man made a few strides forwards, getting closer to reaching his destination with each step and that destination was lunch with James Gordon. "Talk to you later, Dad."

Who was this man? His name was Lawrence Lance, but most of his friends called him Larry, he was also Dinah's father and he strode forward with a purpose. It had been a turbulent last couple of years for him, he'd gotten kicked off of the Force, then gone through a messy divorce and his ex-wife had died from cancer shortly after.

He wanted to say that Carmine Falcone had been behind him it, but he had no way of proving it whatsoever. His teeth clenched together at the thought of the Roman and he wasn't too broken up by his fate. In fact, it couldn't have happened to a much better man.

These days, he worked as a Private Investigator and he was going to meet up with an old friend of his for lunch, his former partner in fact.

"Hey, Mr. Lance, how are you doing?" the man at the door inquired with a raised eyebrow towards him. "You wanting the usual?"

"Not today," Larry retorted as he made his way into the diner. "I'm meeting with an old friend of mine and there he is."

James Gordon looked up from his paper to see Larry making his way over to his table. He pulled out a chair and sat down, then they jumped right into the conversation without preamble, they were old friends and partners after all.

"Busy week for you, Jim?" Larry asked him and Gordon gave a strained smile in response.

"Well, you've heard some of the rumors that have been coming down the pike, haven't you?" Gordon asked as he placed his hands on the table and offered a sigh. "Dent is working overtime, he's a bit short tempered these days as well, it's like he see's corruption everywhere within the force."

Larry shook his head as a grim expression threatened to break out on his face, he wasn't that big of a fan of Harvey Dent. In fact, the Internal Affairs Officers investigation of Larry was what got him kicked straight off of the force. His life was ruined for a long time after that and he partially blamed Dent for it, although not as much as he blamed Falcone.

"So, when is Dinah returning from her trip?" Gordon asked, before he picked up his cup of coffee and took a sip of it with a smile on his face.

"She's flying back in tomorrow," Larry replied and he craned his neck around to ensure that no one was listening, before leaning in. Then shifted topics to a slightly more sensitive subject. "Have you heard any of the rumors about this ninja in red in black?"

Gordon paused for a second to consider what he was being asked, before answering. "I've heard a few things."

"Apparently he's almost as elusive as this mysterious Bat Man?" Larry questioned him, a normal person would be skeptical by the existence of such a person. However, given who Larry was married to for years, he was far from it, his ex-wife had been part of that colorful crowd and a member of the JSA. "What do you think of this Bat Man anyways?"

"He's got the mob sweating," Gordon replied casually, deflecting any attempts to get his personal opinion. To be honest, he didn't had enough information to develop much of an opinion, beyond the fact that he was breaking the law, so he was just going to wait and see.

"And some people in the GCPD too?" Larry asked prodding him for more information. "Anyone who doesn't buy them off, they end up seeing as a threat."

Gordon frowned at that, but he wasn't going to reprimand him because he had a point. "Some people are saying that he can teleport and appear out of midair like magic."

Gordon left this statement hanging in the air like he was in disbelief of it, but there were many absurd theories about what was shaping up to be one of Gotham's greatest urban legends. There were many people who were skeptical that he existed in the first place.

"So how's Barbara?" Larry asked, seeing that he wasn't going to get any answers out of Gordon regarding their big black bat, so he decided to switch tactics. "I know Dinah sees a lot of her but…."

"She's doing pretty well," Gordon replied, his daughter was preparing to take some classes at Gotham City University in addition to finishing up her studies at Gotham City Private Academy, and that would be a huge step for her. Even more so given the fact she was a bit younger than many of her classmates. "She got into the college of her choice with the top grades."

"...And what about the mysterious Mr. Potter?" Lance asked and Gordon had wondered when this question was going to come up.

"Well, they are close but…."

"...By all rights, I should be wary of him, but he's proven to be a stand up young man, far more than many of my former colleagues," Larry added, although there was the first law of being a father that indicated that he should be very nervous. However, he was surprisingly at ease with the young man in question.

"Yes, he is something special," Gordon agreed, although there was a few seconds where he paused to consider things. There was a bit of intrigue surrounding Harry Potter, at least it seemed like many females thought so.

"I have to leave in a couple of hours," Larry stated and Gordon raised an eyebrow. "There is a rich old businessman who hasn't been keeping a close enough eye on his young trophy wife that wants me to look into things."

"Young enough to be his daughter?" Gordon asked, he figured that would be true in Gotham City, there were all sorts of seedy characters running around. The entire city was built on corruption, but he was doing his best to clean it up, he was only one person though and it felt like he was fighting a losing battle.

"Nearly enough," Larry stated to him as he looked at the time. "Most of the groundwork has to be done at night. She goes downtown at the same time every night, so I'm going to see where exactly she goes."

"Don't go biting off more than you can chew," Gordon warned his former partner and Larry nodded with determined look dancing in his eyes. "She could be…."

"...I know what she could be into, so I'm going to keep a careful distance," Larry stated to James as he looked over his shoulder to see the server approaching with their food and a slight grin crossed his face as turned back to face him. "This isn't my first rodeo after all."

"I know it isn't, just...be careful," James said as they dug into their meal and made some more small talk over some of the various rumors that they'd heard. Of course, there were just that, rumors, there was no documented proof of anything. Neither Batman or the mysterious ninja in red and black had been caught on camera, although there were a lot of eye witness accounts, but as eye witness accounts went, they had been mistaken before and they could be again.

"Well, good night, and good fortune, my old friend," Gordon said as the two men exchanged a firm handshake with each other.

James Gordon walked over to his car and Larry made his way over to his, he was in for a long night. He going to try to remain inconspicuous as possible by disguising himself as a Maintenance Man that was going to do some work at this apartment complex.

'Older men with a younger women, well….there she is,' Larry thought as he took out his toolbox. The women didn't seem to be the type that would understand much of what was going on around her. She was the typical dumb blonde, which was rather strange because she was a redhead.

Yet, the dumb blonde stereotype fit this girl more than any blonde. She was wearing a diamond necklace and bracelet, along with a white dress with a plunging neckline that wrapped tightly around her body, it was cut high up on her legs, showing them off to the world.

"He'll be with you in a moment, Miss," the doorman told her gruffly, he was the typical well paid thug, but he spoke to her respectfully, perhaps out of fear.

Larry waited until she was inside, then moved towards the doorman, offering him his identification.

"Oh, you're here to fix the air conditioning? Well, it's about fucking time, it's hotter than a furnace in there," the man replied rudely after looking at Larry's credentials.

"Thank you sir," Larry said in a respectful voice, even though he would like nothing better than to punch this disrespectful tool in the face.

He needed to remain calm to get his job done and he made his way through the building. The thug was right, it was broken, but there was something suspicious about this apartment. It shouldn't be this run down and in fact, it appeared to be less rundown the further he got inside the building. The west wing was worse than the east wing, which was very nice, very posh and he got why this was the case immediately.

It belonged to Roman Sionis, the new owner of Janus Cosmetics, apparently he inherited it from his parents after they were killed earlier this summer in a fire of mysterious circumstances. Sionis had been out of the city, very convenient if you asked Larry.

His parents had allowed a good portion of the apartment to fall into disrepair except for where he lived. There was no one in the hall, but he heard voices nearby and that caused him to stand a bit more alert. He needed to keep his wits about him.

Looking out a nearby window, he could see some more cars pull up nearby, apparently there was another entrance off to the side. You had to go into the alleyway to get to it and unless you knew where it was, it was very difficult to see. Meaning that these men obviously knew where it was.

He set up his equipment in the abandoned room next to where the woman had slipped inside, he couldn't afford to lose her. There was a hole in the wall that allowed him to get a bird's eye view of everything going on in the next apartment.

Everything as it turned out in this case, meant that the entire affair was about to get steamy.

Much later in the evening, Roman Sionis and his lady friend had finished up for the night. Larry had watched this impassively, although he hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary. Granted, he found out that this woman was cheating on her husband but that wasn't something that mandated a private investigation, but he now had video proof of the deed in all of its sickening glory. Seeing Roman Sionis get his groove on was not high on his to do list.

He was about ready to call it a night and hoped that no one found out that the air conditioner still hadn't been repaired.

'Okay, it's time to…'

Larry paused for a second as he heard someone arriving, there were footsteps were on the stairwell and he looked over his shoulder to see Roman dismissing his lady friend. Another group of men slipped into the room, and they were the usual well dressed muscled goons you tended to see all around Gotham. There were rumors that the Sionis family were up to something, their son in particular, but then again when someone had wealth like that, there would always be rumors about them being up to something.

He watched Sionis who was now dressed in a stylish and expensive white pinstripe suit. He reached into a bag, then turned towards his men as he slipped on a pair of leather gloves and stated in a gruff voice. "Put them on and make sure the cargo's secured."

He slipped into the next room and now it was hard for anyone to get a glimpse of what was happening. The private investigator craned his neck to get a better view of what was happening.

A group of thugs entered the room dragging something along with them, Sionis entered after them and he had on a sleek looking skull like black mask that covered his entire head. The rest of his gang had on similar skull like masks that only covered their faces, although no where near as elaborate as Roman's.

A man was pulled into the room and there was a sack over his head. His arms and legs were tied up tightly, and it was obvious that he'd been badly beaten.

"You're going to tell us what you know, if you do we might go easy on you," Sionis said as the sack was pulled off the man's head. One of his thugs handed him a bag, which he opened and a hammer slid out of it, crashing to the ground. "Don't think for even a second that we're going to go easy on you if you don't."

He slid a pair of brass knuckles over one of his hands to emphasize his point as he stared the man down.

"Go fuck yourself," the man spat out at him, refusing to squeal.

Larry watched this happening with wide eyes, he recognized him as one of Falcone's employees. Word on the street was that he was a top level enforcer.

A loud CRACK! rang out as the Brass Knuckles impacted again the man's nose, breaking it upon impact. Sionis stared at him impassively as his goons held out the mob enforcer's hand for him.

"See this hammer?" the man commented calmly. "You're going to tell me what you know about the current state of your organization given the fact that the Roman is the nuthouse and Maroni has been sent to the clink."

The mob enforcer swallowed the lump in his throat as he felt his wrist gripped tightly by one of the goons, as unpleasant as the goon's grip was, that hammer connecting with his knuckles would be even less so.

"Mario and Alberto Falcone….the two of them….well, more Mario than anyone else, but Alberto is assisting him in keeping the Roman's empire together, until he recovers," the mob enforcer babbled out as he saw the hammer raised over the goon's head, and he kept spitting out information to save his own skin. "That's only until Sofia Gigante comes back from Italy. Then there's Gazzo, Don Gazzo….he's sending some men up from Metropolis to help the Falcones out."

"Is he now, when is it happening?" Sionis grumbled in a rough voice and there was a long pause as the mob enforcer turned towards him.

"I don't….I don't know."

"Well, you'd better think fast then, shouldn't you?" Sionis stated as he tapped his hand against the side of the man's head. The hammer was every close to impacting with one of his limbs or worse yet, his skull, the thought of which loosened his tongue.

"Next week, I don't know anything more, the Falcones don't trust me enough," the mob boss enforcer in the gruffest tone that he could manage. The fact that he could suffer broken fingers or a shattered kneecap if he didn't, undermined his menace.

"That much is obvious," the man stated in a cold tone as he smashed the hammer against his knee cap, causing him pain. "I don't think that you know anything further, do you?"

"Aaaarrrrgggghhhh...I already said that I didn't!" he howled as he felt pain rack through his body. He was smashed once more time in the knee cap with the hammer, although the enforcer was pretty sure that this wasn't done to get information, but just because this man was a sick bastard.

"Well, looks like you told me everything that you know," Sionis stated as he reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a gun. "Therefore, I don't think that you need to tell me anything else, so, I'm going to send you straight to hell."

Sionis pointed the gun at him and there was a loud bang that echoed outwards as he shot the enforcer in the right eye socket, the man thumped to the floor, blood and brain matter staining the wall behind him.

Larry Lance sat there stunned in the next apartment, his knuckles white as he clenched onto the wall. He wasn't sure what he expected when he went out for the night, but this was far from it. Sionis was far dirtier than anyone realized and now he had proof, he needed to get out of here before he was spotted.

"Hey, boss! There's someone watching us through the wall….."

'Shit,' Larry thought as he quickly gathered up his equipment and the evidence that he needed, preparing to bolt down the hallway with it. This was far more than a case of infidelity, this was very big. He could tell by the sounds of people scrambling in the other apartment that it must be important if they wanted to silence him over it.

He heard the gunshots behind him, but he just kept moving like his life depended on it and in the back of his mind, he knew that it did. His heart was about to take a flying leap out of his chest, but he never stopped running, not knowing if these people got a good look at his face on his way out.

He jumped out of the nearest window, the evidence clutched tightly in his arms, he hadn't had this much excitement in years and he wasn't sure if his heart could take it.

"NO SHIT THAT WASN'T A MAINTENANCE MAN! DUMB ASS! GET HIM!"

He couldn't hear this being yelled since he was already down the street, nearly knocking over several trash cans in his car and causing several shell shocked cats to scurry for their very lives.

Larry Lance was already long gone, but little did he know that his trouble with Roman Sionis had just begun.

'They call New York the city that never sleeps, but I swear that Gotham City should be top of the list,' Harry thought from the rooftop he was standing one on dressed in his costume, in other words he was the mysterious red and black ninja that had been described recently in the news.

No one had gotten a good shot of him yet, but Harry knew that there were rumors about what he looked like. He also knew that the GCPD likely wanted to hunt him down, because he was a vigilante that made them look rather incompetent at their jobs.

'There are a lot of problems out there tonight, aren't there?' Karen thought, as she kept a close eye on everything through the news, but keeping any eye on what was filtered in through the media and what Harry actually saw, that was two different things entirely.

'Pretty much,' Harry thought as he closed his eyes and practically cringed at the thought, there were a few spikes of gang violence going on throughout the city. He threw his head back for a second, then leaped off of the building onto another rooftop, before moving quickly to another using his grapnel gun. 'Maroni's on trial, Falcone's….incapacitated, so everyone's trying to cut a piece out of the City for themselves."

They all knew without saying that everyone, referred to the various criminal factions of Gotham City that were trying to pick up the scraps left behind by both Maroni and Falcone being incarcerated. There was a vacuum and if there was something that nature abhorred, it was a vacuum. Someone was going to step in to fill the blanks, it was just a question of who.

Even the Batman didn't deter it from happening, given the fact that most people figured that he didn't ever exist, or that he was a fabrication of the media. To be perfectly honest, criminals, despite being a superstitious and cowardly lot, did do a lot to avoid acknowledging certain things.

Harry shook his head, he was torn being amused and being exasperated, but that was just the way things were going to be.

'It's going to get much worse, before it's going to get better, isn't it?' Diana thought and there was a second where she paused to think about what she just said, before continuing. 'I know, I pretty much just stated the obvious, didn't I?'

Harry smiled as he made his way from rooftop to rooftop, careful not to be seen by anyone. He was about as big of an urban legend as the bat, although they couldn't put a name to his face, his code name was only known to a select few people. 'Yes, Diana, you did, but it goes without saying and with our recent guests having cleared out, or having gone underground, we're back to square one regarding them.'

The mysterious Nightshade had disappeared into the night, as did Zombie, so Harry figured that they survived. There were no bodies and if there were no bodies, as far as he was concerned, they were still out there.

'It's actually a rather quiet night as far as Gotham is concerned….oh, I think that I spoke too soon,' Faora thought to them through the bond and Harry raised an eyebrow.

'Why's that?' Harry asked her and Faora was only too happy to elaborate.

'Well, there's a lot of traffic moving a couple of blocks due east of where you are, a bit too much…'

'...I see it, Faora, I'm going to check it out,' Harry informed his sister as he promptly headed in that direction.

'Some kind of deal going done or something else?' Karen inquired, Harry sighed but didn't answer. Faora spared him from answering by doing so herself.

'Given that it's Gotham City, I would have to say yes,' Faora thought to her, as she waited to see what Harry was going to do next.

Harry leaned forward and listened in closely, even though his hearing was powered down, it was still pretty sharp so he could hear what was happening down below. He narrowed his eyes as he closely monitored the interaction taking place below.

'Some kind of deal going down,' Harry confirmed as he spotted members of both the Falcone and the Maroni factions of the Mob walking towards each other. With their respective bosses not around to mediate this, it could go south rather quickly.

This exchange seemed to involve drugs from what Harry could see. He leaned forwards even further as he heard snatches of the conversation between the two groups.

"This is only half of what we agreed on!" one of the thugs yelled angrily.

"Yeah, well, you stiffed us last time, so turnabout is fair play," the thug across from him retorted gruffly as he stared him down. "You either take it or leave it."

"You got everything that you deserved last time! You sackless motherfucker!" the thug cursed as he prepared to pull out a knife, but his two partners held him back from doing something stupid and blowing the deal, even though it was already beyond being blown now.

'Oh fuck, this could be a problem,' Harry thought to himself as he waited to see if he needed to intervene or if these gentlemen could peacefully resolve the situation of their own accord. Either way he was taking them down, what happened next, would decide how about he went about doing so.

The sound of gunfire indicated to Harry that might be a bit too much to hope for. So he prepared to jump down and engage them in battle, he was ready for anything at a moments notice. The thugs didn't know what was happening until it was too late. In fact, one of them was nailed in the back of the head and he went down like a sack of potatoes with an oof.

The thugs turned around to look in his direction, wondering what happened. For a brief moment, they were united, or rather they were united in getting their asses kicked by Nightwing, although they were blissfully ignorant about who was doing the ass kicking.

The legs were taken out from underneath one of the thugs and he looked absurd doing a somersault into the crate that was on the ground nearby. Another one had a car door slammed in his ribs and that sent him flying ten feet into the closest wall, he landed in such a way that it would shatter his rib cage and cause him a lot of pain, but the pain wouldn't be fatal, although he might wish that it was.

Another goon scrambled for his gun, but a running kick to the side of the head, sent him down onto his hands and knees, which caused him to rethink that battle plan. Of course, the fact that he was on his hands and knees now, was a big problem for him since Harry decided to end the fight by driving his head into the pavement.

Harry stood tall as he totaled his net result. The thugs were down and out, they could barely get their pants on in fact. He couldn't help but grin at that as he tied them up, then left them with a love note with the police, along with their stash and likely a laundry list of injuries that would need to be treated.

Without Falcone and Maroni around to lead them, they were pretty much running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Which all things considered, was pretty dangerous for everyone involved. The sounds of gunfire could be heard in the distance and Harry had another fire that he needed to put out, he bolted off to take care of what he needed to take care of.

'Your job's never done,' Faora thought to him and Harry didn't respond with anything else, but a smile as he moved to the next crime.

It was just your average night in Gotham City, but in some strange way, it was home. Perhaps that was an indictment of Harry's sanity or lack there of, but never the less, that was what he thought.

Harry returned home very early in the morning and caught a few hours of sleep, mostly to recharge after running all over Gotham City. Even though he could fire off dupes to patrol different sections of the city, it was still tiring, tiring work.

"Donna should be arriving at any moment," Diana told Harry as she looked across the room at him after their morning sparring session concluded. Of course, the real workout was the one that happened earlier this morning when she woke him up, but that was beside the point. "I think that she's gotten better, at least enough that mother is allowing her to live off of the island."

"Well, given our corrective therapy session, I should hope that she gotten a lot better," Harry told his dark haired Amazon wife and she licked her lips with a grin on her face as she recalled the memories. As it turned out, the memories that she recalled….well, they were fairly vivid in detail and she enjoyed pleasuring herself to them.

"So, what about Lyta?" Diana asked and Harry raised an eyebrow, before his bonded clarified her statement. "Is she going to be able to…."

"When she's fourteen, unless she acts like a brat," Harry told her. "Which she's been good about not being, unlike a certain someone who will remain nameless, acted at that age."

'Harry, you aren't around her when she's….never mind,' Donna pouted through the bond to much amusement.

'I think you need to familiarize yourself with the meaning of Karma, Donna Troy, for it is bitten you on the ass in a big way,' Kara retorted sweetly and then she continued in a happy tone. 'And it's quite the ass indeed, but Harry knows that better than anyone given that he's marked it for his own.'

Donna looked flushed, but she was almost up to the Penthouse, which caused Harry to snicker, but he was going to let that one go for now.

"Anyway, she can move here when she's fourteen, if she's good," Harry said as he turned to his wife. "Rao knows we have more than enough room."

'I'm curious about something, Harry,' Daphne inquired of him and Harry indicated that he was all ears. 'Why don't you use house elves to take care of the tower? I mean, it's free labor.'

'It is, but it's not like over there, where house elves are native to the country and it is much easier to hide those types of things,' Harry explained to her and anyone else listening in on the bond link at this moment. 'No matter how fancy they are or if they have a million enchantments on them, most magical homes are out in the middle of butt fuck nowhere, on top of that they don't have the high priced electrical equipment that I do. It raises a lot fewer questions to hire human labor.'

'Right, of course,' Daphne replied softly, that made a great deal of sense now that it had been explained to her.

'Plus, after dealing with Dobby, I find them to be really fucking creepy,' Harry thought and there was much laughter within the bond.

'Well, if Dobby was the first experience you had with house elves….I can see your point. He does have more then a few issues, but given he was the Malfoy family house elf and Lucius and Draco were….' Narcissa agreed and deciding that she was going to be halfway decent for once, didn't finish that line of conversation, although it was very tempting to do so.

'I get what you're saying, believe me, I do,' Harry thought back to her at that moment with a smile as the elevator dinged open and Donna stepped inside the Penthouse.

"Harry!" Donna said in a bubbly tone as she threw her arms around Harry's waist and he pulled her into a long hug. Her body pressed tightly against his as his hands roamed downwards to cup her ass.

"Hey, Donna, how are you doing?" Harry asked her, after nuzzling his face into the top of her hair.

"Great, but you should know that, thanks for asking anyways," she commented with a grin. "I'm doing great, I just wanted to spend some time with my mother, before I moved her for the long term."

"Well, that's pretty good and Lyta is safely back home," Diana said and Donna nodded in agreement as she greeted her older sister with a tight hug. Their bodies pressed against each other and Harry felt this exchange got a bit heated, but he approved of it.

Donna was lifted off the ground by Diana, who planted her lips onto those of her sister with a long kiss. The two of them were exchanging a kiss for Harry's benefit for the most part.

Harry smiled at them, after he got Donna's things sent off to her room.

"Okay, things are getting to be a bit heated..." Harry told the two Amazons and they offered him a smoldering grin. "...So how about we take things to the master bedroom, it's obvious Diana is worked up after the workout, even if we already went through a round this morning."

"I could always go for another round, Harry," Diana told him and her grin got even wider as she waited for Harry to follow her. Her ass swayed as she made her way up the stairs and Harry couldn't take his eyes off of it.

Donna couldn't either as the trio walked up the stairs, her eyes locked firmly on her sister's delicious ass.

Diana's mouth found Harry immediately as soon as he entered the room and she pushed him down onto the bed. Her strong thighs straddled his waist after she crawled over top of him as she continued to kiss him deeply.

Harry returned the kiss with heated fury. Diana pushed her tongue down his mouth and he returned the kiss once more. He bit on her lip and she squealed with pleasure.

'Get his pants, Donna,' Diana encouraged her sister and the younger Amazon princess didn't need to be told twice. With eager hands, she pulled Harry's pants down over his ankles and then his underwear followed.

His rod pushed out and Donna took it in her hand, a hungry look in her eyes. She wrapped her hand around his tool and stroked it.

Harry pulled Diana's shorts off and revealed her dripping hot snatch. Harry parted her lips and pushed his tongue deep into her pussy.

"Oh fuck," Diana moaned as Harry worked his tongue deep pinto her and there was a second where the woman felt her pleasure escalate to another level.

Donna smiled as she watched her husband eat out her sister, that was hot and her pussy was burning with the pleasure at the very sight. She took Harry's cock into her mouth and slurped it briefly.

"I'm going to ride this, for all it's worth," Donna stated as she squeezed his balls and his cock twitched in her hand as she ran her hand up and down his thick tool.

"Oh, yes," Diana moaned as she felt her pussy get licked out. "Lick me dry honey, oh yes, fuck, fuck, fuck me with your tongue, and fuck my sister's brains out."

Donna pushed her pussy up into the air and grabbed his thighs. Her tight box wrapped around him and Harry grabbed her breasts as the Amazon vixen sunk down onto his rod.

"Fuck me," Donna encouraged him as Harry reached up as he grabbed her breasts. He squeezed her as she moaned and Diana reached forward and ran her hands down her sister's body. Donna was overwhelmed by the series of situation. His rod pushed deep into her dripping cunt. The woman's walls wrapped around his thickness as she bounced up and down on him, riding him for all he was worth.

'Keep it up, oh yes, keep it up,' Harry encouraged Donna as she wrapped her walls around him. He balanced her sexy body on his tool as she rocked her hips back onto him.

Donna threw her head back and moaned as both Harry and Diana played with her tits. She was really losing herself and her inhibitions, not that she had many more. Her walls tightened around his rod tightened even more around her. His rod pushed deep into her.

'Faster, harder,' Harry encouraged Donna as he cupped her ass and continued to eat out Diana's snatch. Her juices trailed onto his face and it dripped down on his face. He sucked Diana dry and she moaned.

Donna reached forward and she hungrily cupped her sister's breast. Diana moaned as Donna's hand worked over.

"Shit Donna, oh fuck," Diana stated as Donna latched her mouth onto Diana's nipple and began to suck it.

Harry worked his hard rod into Donna's pussy and she bit down on Diana's nipple as she moaned so loud that she was shaken.

'Damn, you're horny,' Harry thought as he grabbed Donna's ass and brushed his hand over the mark that he made.

Donna felt shivers go down her spine as she was reminded of Harry's ownership of her. She sank her walls down onto him and his balls tightened, preparing to unload into her.

She screamed loud and Harry' shot his cum into her. Several thick ropes of cum splattered into her pussy.

"YES!" Donna shrieked as she used her walls to clamp around Harry's rod and she pushed himself back as she forced him to release the contents of his nuts into her pussy.

She slid back and Harry turned to Diana, a grin.

"Go eat my seed out of your sister's pussy," Harry told her and Diana grinned.

"I'd be insulted if you didn't ask," Diana stated as she slinked across the bed, making a show of crawling. Her perfect ass was on the bed.

'Oh that's fucking hot,' Kara thought as there was many moments of agreement through the bond.

'No shit it is,' Zatanna stated as she felt the need to shut herself in her room and play with herself. She wished Harry's wand was here so she could play with it.

Donna felt the first hints of Diana's tongue brush against her pussy. She blushed and her sister playfully bit down on her clit which caused her to explode into moans. Donna's hips bucked up and Diana captured her sexy little snatch in her mouth, sucking and slurping the juices from it.

Harry watched, his rod was standing at attention and he was about to enter Diana's tight ass. His rod was up against her ass.

Diana slurped the combination of Donna and Harry's juices out from her dripping hot pussy. She wiggled her ass and encouraged Harry. 'Go ahead do it, I know you want to.'

Harry smiled as he squeezed her ass and saw her tight, hot hole beckoning for him. He grabbed her and pushed deep into her ass.

Diana felt his cock split her tight buns apart but she stayed the course. Donna had another explosive orgasm as her older sister moaned into her pussy. The older Amazon knew this much but she could not focus on her younger sister's tender snatch and kept slurping it down.

His balls slapped against her ass and Harry cupped Diana's breasts. Her nipples were really hard and Harry hammered into her. His thick sausage penetrated her rectum and Harry pushed Diana's face into Donna's pussy. The older Amazon hungrily sucked up the nectar from her sisters.

"So fucking hot, oh yes, yes, oh fuck!" Harry grunted as he also played with Diana's pussy, cupping it with his hand.

Diana moaned as Harry worked his fingers deep into her pussy. His cock was pushed up into her ass and the green eyed wizard slammed into her from behind. The dark haired woman screamed at the top of his lungs as his pole worked between her tender cheeks. The wizard slammed into her from behind and worked into her as hard as he could manage.

"Oh, oh, fuck Diana, fuck Harry," Donna moaned as Diana's hands roamed her body as she kept munching her cunt. She thought that she was going to lose her mind and pass out from the pleasure. There were far worse ways to pass out and her panting got extremely labored. Her mouth sank down onto him.

His hands wrapped around her hips and pulled all the way out of Diana. Harry used his throbbing length to brush up against her asshole and he rammed deep into her bowels.

"Cumming soon," Harry stated as he pulled his fingers from Diana pussy and then lifted her head up to dip his fingers into Donna's pussy.

He rammed his fingers into Diana's mouth and she closed her eyes. She sucked the combination of the juices off of his finger and exploded in erotic pleasure. He pulled away from her as he slipped out of her ass and then went into her pussy once more.

He pumped her pussy from behind, encouraging Diana to go forward.

"Eat your sister unconscious," Harry whispered to her hotly and he bit down on the back of Diana's neck which caused ecstasy to burst through her loins. She screamed out loud and Harry plowed into her dripping quim from behind working him over.

Her walls tightened around him and Diana obliged as she wrapped her walls around his throbbing hard tool.

She milked his thrusts as he was brought closer and closer to completion. His hands cupped her breasts as he hammered her from behind. He was going to reduce her dripping hot cunt to jelly and Diana was really getting into this.

Donna blacked out on the bed, one final orgasm flowing through her body. Diana was not done, she wanted to suck the last of Donna's juices from her quim. The dark haired princess pushed her hips up and Diana captured more of them on her tongue.

Harry's balls essentially tightened and he was about ready to finish up in her. He pushed into her and Diana whimpered as he went into her. His rod speared deep into her cunt and he was about ready to finish off into her.

His balls tightened and an explosive flood of cum went into her cunt. He injected his hot load into her.

Donna grinned as she pulled herself up and placed her face between her sister's thighs and started to lick her. She wiggled her ass towards Harry and now things were going to be really reversed.

Harry re-hardened and inserted his dick into Donna's ass to cause the dance to continue once more, again and again and again.

Diana draped her head over Harry's shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her waist. His green eyes burned with pleasure as he pulled her onto him. Donna was curled on at the end of the bed, her ass invitingly stuck up in the air, Harry couldn't help but lean back into the pillow with a smile.

"You never cease to amaze me," Diana whispered to him as she wrapped her arm around him and he grinned. Her hand trailed down his abs, then a bit lower as well.

"You should know," Harry stated as he looked at Donna. "She's out for the count."

"Well, you did wreck her," Diana concluded as she looked at her sister with a smile. She looked so innocent, so vulnerable this way, that it was almost adorable.

The dark haired Amazon Princess shifted as she worked back into him. His hands running slowly along her back.

"Let's go take a shower," Diana suggested to Harry and he grinned as he locked eyes with her.

"Lead the way, my Princess," Harry encouraged her and Diana lead the way to the bathroom, her ass swaying from one side to the next.

Harry and Faora arrived with a smile to one of the best restaurants in all of Gotham City. The dark haired Kryptonian turned to her brother with a smile and he raised an eyebrow towards her. "So, she's going to be meeting us here?"

"Trust me, given what we're going to discuss, she's not going to want to miss a moment of this meeting," Harry said and Faora wrapped her arm around Harry's waist, she pulled her brother close to herself, then whispered into his ear hotly.

"I'm sure that talking to her is all you that want to do," Faora commented with a saucy smile, which became an even saucier grin. Harry merely raised an eyebrow at her, but responded by giving him one of those smugly superior looks, Harry knowing that she was right, let it go. "So, shall we go and meet up with the lovely Miss Kyle now?"

Harry nodded in agreement with her words as he pulled her closer to him as they cleared out of the limo, which allowed Zinda to take it around back. Given the crime rate in Gotham City, they would be inviting trouble if they left the limo parked outside unattended. Even with the protective charms around it, Harry didn't really intend to cause any more trouble than he normally did.

"Well, we'll see what happens, although she does seems like a challenge," Harry replied to the woman and she inclined her head with a nod as she leaned in to steal a quick kiss.

"And if there's something that you thrive on, it's challenges," Faora commented lightly as the two of they waited for Selina. Faora and himself, made their way into the café and decided to order a cup of coffee while they waited.

'I'm beginning to think that you might have an addiction,' Zatanna commented lightly.

'To sex? We already knew that Zee,' Ginny chimed in as Harry laid out the paper that he had in his briefcase, he idly noted another red and black ninja sighting was mentioned in the paper.

'No, well, yes, but no,' Zatanna commented with a shake of her head. 'I'm talking about the coffee thing.'

'She does have a point, if you weren't a Kryptonian, you would be dead from the amount of coffee you consume,' Lily said at that moment.

'Hey, there's nothing wrong with a good cup of coffee,' Karen commented, she always had a cup or two or ten in the morning in order to get going, it was just a part of her day.

'Plus, when you factor in all of the work that Harry has to do, there's really nothing wrong with a good cup of coffee to keep him going,' Jaime added and she paused, before confirming what she thought was obvious. 'And yes, I do agree, there's nothing wrong with a good cup of coffee.'

'Although, Kara's not allowed to have any after what happened the last time,' Faora commented with a teasing grin. She decided to elaborate on what she was saying. 'She's hyperactive enough as is.'

'See my face? It's pouting right now,' Kara stated and Amanda chimed in at that point.

'Yes, I can see your face and it is the epitome of all things adorable,' Amanda added, before she paused and smiled wistfully. 'And there's nothing wrong with a good cup of coffee! Hell, I could go for a good cup of coffee myself right now.'

'NO!' Emily, Gabrielle, and Astoria all screamed out in terrified voices and Ginny laughed at the thought of what happened, although she shared their horror.

'Dare, I ask?' Harry questioned, wondering if there was something they were keeping from him.

'Well, there was an incident about a year ago at Hogwarts, involving house elves, coffee…..and needless to say, I had to perform some favors for McGonagall to get it smoothed over,' Amanda replied lightly, with the air of a person who was discussing the day's weather forecast. Once again, Harry paused and raised an eyebrow.

'So, do you want to inquire about this further or do you want to allow it to remain a mystery?' Karen asked and she could tell that Harry was mulling over the matter in his mind. Of course, the answer to that question would have to wait for an extremely long time.

It was quite the eye catching sight that caught Harry's attention as Selina Kyle slinked into the room, and she did so in such a way that she commanded every single bit of male attention to her. All of the males and Faora, along with some of the other women present, locked their eyes onto the woman. Selina was dressed to kill, a term that might have been thrown around a bit too much, but with the lovely Miss Kyle, it was appropriate.

She wore a green blouse the same color her eyes, but left the top couple of buttons teasingly undone, showing a hint of her impressive assets. She was wearing a black jacket over it, but she gently slid it over her shoulders, almost teasingly, under the pretense of adjusting it.

A cat's eye pendant rested on her chest and she wore tight black pants that molded to her ass, along with leather boots that came up to just below her knee. She took half of a step forward to greet Faora and Harry.

"Alexandra, Harry, we meet once again," she said with a warm and wide smile on her face as Harry pulled up a chair for her to sit down on.

"Delighted, as always, Selina," Harry remarked as he took hold of her hand and kissed it lightly. She closed her eyes for a moment, then smiled as she sat down across from Harry. "So how are things?"

"Well, you know how it is running a club, there's never really a dull moment," she stated as she looked him over, visually undressing him with her eyes, but once she realized he'd noticed her looking, she pulled back, acting cool. A small, subtle, grin was the only hint that of what she'd been doing. "I'm sure that you have plenty to do in your life, don't you?"

"Oh yes, I have plenty to do," Harry stated as he drank in the sight of her. She sat on the edge of her chair, slowly wiggling her leg up and down to the tone of the music, giving Harry a visually appealing treat as she looked back at him.

"Perfect," she purred out, in fact she actually drew out the first part of that word into a purr and licked her lips slightly. "And as for you Alexandra, you're looking as gorgeous as ever."

"You're too kind, so thank you, and I have to say likewise for yourself," Faora commented as she tapped her fingers along the surface of the table, she took in this visual treat before her and there was this instant where the two of them locked eyes. "But business before pleasure."

"Of course," Selina agreed, picking up her cup of coffee, she began licking at the cream around the top of it. She lapped it up quite hungrily as she continued to make eye contact with Harry, then when she was finished, she trailed her tongue across her lips once more to clean them. "Sooo, what's on your mind?"

"I wish to buy the club," Harry said bluntly and Selina looked at him with surprise, but she intrigued by this proposal. "I will naturally leave the day to day operations to you, but we'd like to lay a few ground rules if you want this business proposal to go through."

"Given that you're funding this purchase, I'd imagine so," Selina stated to him and Faora smiled at her.

"We'll mostly be silent partners, we will however, have to look over most major business transactions, but that shouldn't be a problem if you accept the rules that we lay out," Harry told her.

Selina smiled and nodded as she waved her hand, inviting him to continue. "Shoot."

Harry shot, he could recite these terms off of the top of his head from memory. "First of all, no private dances outside of the club. Our employees are going to be exclusive to it and we don't want the shit storm it might cause."

Selina understood what Harry was implying by private dances, she had never been part of that, but the previous owners had loaned girls out to some of the politicians in Gotham. There was one incident about three years back where a girl left the club for a private dance, but never returned and her body was never found.

"Fair enough, what else?" Selina asked Harry and he prepared to tell her, but first he took a sip of his coffee to clear his throat.

"No drugs, we don't need it, we want clean employees, and we don't want them to do something while under the influence. That includes people trying to sell them inside the club as well." Harry continued and Selina nodded in agreement. "And finally, no stealing from the customers."

Selina's face contorted into a very obvious "Who me?" expression. The woman's lips curled into a fierce grin and Harry looked back at her evenly, he didn't even blink or back off from what he was saying.

"Selina, it's not worth the shit storm it would cause if people found out, because in this town, if you get caught doing things like that? You'll get a bullet in your head," Harry told her firmly.

'And whether that would be figuratively or literally, well…..I'll leave that up for debate,' Faora added mentally to Harry.

"So, do we have a deal?" Faora questioned her and there was a second where Selina paused to consider the offer, then she offered a nod as she extended her hand forward in silent agreement.

Harry took it and shook it, it was a pleasure doing business with her as always.

"So, what exactly did you do on your vacation?" Harry asked Dinah as she walked with him to a nearby bar. She had on a nice leather skirt on that showcased her shapely legs and even shapelier ass, along with thigh high boots. She wore a tight top that was modest enough, but at the same time showcased everything that she had to offer.

"I went a martial arts training camp out west, in California to be exact," Dinah informed him. "Guess I picked the wrong week to step out of town."

"Or the right week," Harry concluded.

"Well, I guess you're mileage might vary on that one," Dinah admitted, as she locked her arm in Harry's. "But still, I seemed to have missed out on what seemed to be an interesting couple of evenings. Now there's this, what do they call him, Bat Man running around?"

"Yes, that's the rumor," Harry said casually, figuring that he would play it cool for right now.

"And then there's this mysterious ninja in red and black, although he hasn't been named properly by the media yet, he's even more of mystery then the Batman," Dinah continued, although there was something about the way she was talking, that told Harry she figured something was up. "I'm sure that things are going to be interesting around Gotham City for a while."

"Yes…so I was curious if you were interested in more work training a couple of people?" Harry questioned her and Dinah looked towards him with interest as they sat at a corner table of the bar.

They idly noticed a couple arguing nearby, the male looked to be your average douchebag biker, with hiss drunken buddies. His girlfriend had been dragged along for the ride, she was the type that thought she was classy, but she came off as a little bit trashy.

"It would mostly be my sisters, maybe a few others, do you…."

"...Anything you want, Harry," Dinah agreed as she placed her hand over top of his on the table and squeezed it gently.

The argument off to the side was getting a bit loud, but both Dinah and Harry tried to block it out.

"So, what exactly happened with…."

"...I don't really know, actually, I know some things, but it all happened pretty fast," Harry told her in a calm tone and she nodded seriously. "There were so many things that happened at once…."

"Well, you were in the thick of things, as you always are," Dinah commented as a plate of nachos was delivered to the table. This was the unofficial confirmation that she'd pretty much had put two and two together, but Harry wasn't going to spell things out. She slowly picked up the nacho and dipped it into the sour cream, before placing it between her lips and taking a slow bite out of it, as if she was making a show of it for his enjoyment. "But, you're always pretty good when the pressure is on, aren't you?"

"...Yes," Harry murmured as she fed him one of the nachos. The two of them started taking turns feeding each other. "And the antidote being distributed with help from RAO…."

"Things seemed pretty intense for a while, at least it was if you go off the few news reports that I managed to catch," Dinah commented, but her information was sketchy at best seeing as how she'd been out of the state.

Harry had only barely noticed the girlfriend of the biker douchebag giving him cow eyes from the other side of the room and checking him out. The argument got a bit more heated, but Harry pressed on with their conversation and gave her a detailed account of what the official news was, although there was more than enough to go on for Dinah to draw her own conclusions.

"You know what that reminds me of?" Dinah said as she ran her finger along Harry's lip and brushed off some cheese from it, before popping it in her mouth. She smiled after licking her finger clean. "The stories about my mother and her friends, you know from the good old days of the JSA?"

"I know what you're talking about," Harry stated as he leaned over and brushed the cheese off of her lips in return, then popped it into his mouth. She smiled as she fed him another nacho after he finished. "Never a dull moment really."

"She used to tell me those stories, but there must be difference between hearing it and being…."

Harry felt a large hand grab hold of his shoulder, so he slowly turned around to see who had put their hands on him. He was face to face with the dumbass douchebag biker and his beer breath.

"May I help you, sir?" Harry asked in a cool and cordial voice.

"You think you're funny, do you?" he asked and Harry raised his eyebrow at him. "You think you can...I hate people like you, you think….you think that you're so hard, don't you, rich boy?"

"Excuse me?" Harry asked calmly. "Have you've been drinking, sir, perhaps, a little bit too much?"

"Yeah, I've been drinking! But you've been messing with my girl since you got in here!….I don't think you get it, do you?" the biker grunted and Harry pushed his hand off of his shoulder firmly.

"Touch me again and….well, I don't think you'll be able to use that arm tomorrow," Harry warned him, brushing dust off of his shoulder, before the biker grabbed him roughly.

Dinah popped up out of her chair to nail him with a vicious kick to the face, causing him to crash into the pool table and send the balls flying.

"I think he said that you shouldn't touch him," Dinah said and one of his idiot biker friends lurched over to throw a punch at Dinah. It was a wonder that he could walk in his current inebriated state.

"Dumb bitch," he stated, but Dinah elbowed him in the face and flipped him through a table to the ground. She followed it up by driving her knee into his chest.

One of the bikers tried to nail her with a bar stool, but Harry grabbed it out his hand, then broke it over his head.

The sound of glass breaking indicated that it was the time for everyone in the bar to settle any various grudges against each other or maybe get into a good old fashioned drunken bar fight.

Harry sent three of them flying to the air with a smile on his face and the greatest of ease. Dinah slid out of the grip of someone who'd tried to grab her, then sent him to the ground with a rolling elbow strike to the back of the head. She ducked another attack and the man was launched over the bar a moment later.

The battle continued and when the dust settled, Harry and Dinah were the only one's standing there.

The bartender was peering over the bar, fearful for his life. Harry turned to him and he trembled, as he reached for his wallet.

"No, it's on the house, if you leave…leave right now!" the bartender begged him, but Harry pressed down a couple of one hundred dollar bills onto the bar.

"Keep the change," Harry informed him as he took Dinah on his arm. Everyone else was down and out, or had fled the bar during the fight. The two of them planned to continue their date and they headed off to attend an MMA fight that was happening in town. It was a bit underground, but the two fighters were as tough as nails.

Little did they know that their little adventure at the bar would be the more entertaining of the fights that evening.

"Glass fucking jaw, I swear," Dinah concluded, she was in the back of the limo with Harry. His arms were wrapped around her waist as she leaned into him. "Down in the first round, so much for your big main event match! You think that biker douchebag would've lasted a bit longer?"

"Yes, I do," Harry agreed, Penny was the one driving the limo.

"One more block," Dinah told her and she nodded. Harry looked at her with a question gaze for a few seconds. "Kind of want to check in on my father, I haven't heard from him since last night and want to see if he's okay."

Harry nodded with a smile on his face as she shifted against him. Her body was pressed up against him.

"He was also keeping an eye on my bike, so that nothing happened to it while I was out west," she told him and Harry gave her a teasing smile as the pair exited the limo.

"Ahh, okay, you had your father keep an eye on it, it isn't like I have a couple of massive garages with plenty of room where you could store it again, is it?" Harry told her and Dinah's lips curled into a brief smile as she threw her arms around him, then playfully shoved him back.

Harry's back hit the cold stone wall of the building and she had him pinned there playfully. He supposed that he could have broken her attempts to pin him against the wall, except that, he kind of didn't want to, so there he was.

Her lips pressed onto his in a kiss and the two of the exchanged saliva for a moment. Their tongues dancing against each other.

'Well, played Miss. Lance, well played,' Karen snickered, highly amused by the situation.

'Well, deserved too, so she's nearly entangled into your web,' Jaime said.

'As if there was any doubt,' Lavender thought to her.

The two broke apart, with Dinah's lips a bit swollen from the kiss, but there was a smile on her face. She reached in her pocket to pull out the key. She put the key in the lock and prepared to turn it over, waiting for the telltale click to indicate that it was unlocked.

That was not the only thing that Harry heard click.

"DINAH!"

Harry tackled her to the ground, shielding her from the huge explosion that blew out the front of the building where they stood.