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JLA - Dark Angel - Part 03 Of 25.
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WonderWoman rolled her head to the side, her body no longer
relaxed but tense and wanting, crying out for something. Her arms dropped
to her sides, fists clenched, balling her toes and flinging her head
back, her hair flinging out wildly. Her fists unclenched and she clawed
at her sides, pressing her fingers against her hips, tugging at her
legs and waist, moving her hands all around her crotch, but never actually
touching it.
"AH HERA!" she cried,"I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!!!"
Her legs spread out wide, her cunt on fire, and in a last
ditch effort to quench the flame, she grabbed at her vagina with
both hands, clutching at the hot cuntmound with her fingers.
And exploded with an orgasm.
Her eyes rolled back in her head and she let out an intense
scream on animalistic ecstasy at the totally unexpected release. Her
crotch ground up into her hand and her legs flung wide, her breasts
squashed together between her arms, rubbing against each other.
She felt intensely aware of her entire body, every cell, every
pore and inch of skin. But her main focus was on her crotch, where wave
after wave of sexual passion was being released, her hips bouncing and
flailing, her clitoris grinding against her palms, which were sweaty and
hot. Never had she felt such intense satisfaction, she felt free, felt
released, as if with this explosion of... something, she wasn't sure what,
that all the pent up tensions and anger and repression had been released
simply by grabbing her cunt.
"Cunt," she whispered as her screams of passion
ended," Cuntcuntcunt."
She'd heard the word before, knew that it was a crude other word
for vagina. But she'd never thought it of herself before, she'd never
though of herself as having a cunt, or even tits, just a vagina and
breasts, if she thought of it at all.
She felt dirty and sexy and beautiful all at the same time,
like she'd discovered a secret no one else had ever known before. As she
lay floating in the strange void of her dreamscape, her hands buried
between her thighs, clasping her cuntcuntcunt and her breasts squashed
up against themselves.
She smiled, a smug, sated smile and strangely enough for a dream,
fell back to sleep, her cuntjuices floating away into the void.
-
The scientist watched the levels on the monitor change slowly,
indicating the occupant of the tube had fallen into a deeper form of
sleep.
"Just like he said it would," the scientist muttered to himself,
sipping at his coffee,"His subliminal conditioning broke her precisely
when he said it would."
He shook his head in admiration and turned to look at the row
of sleeping tubes, over twenty lined up along the wall, only four were
currently in use.
And one of the four occupants was WonderWoman, floating naked
in green liquid, a oxygen mask over her mouth and nose.
Arkham Asylum - 5th June, 1999.
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The Joker sat in his cell, laughing, laughing, laughing and
laughing, as he had done so endlessly since arriving 4 days ago. He
even laughed in his sleep.
"SHUT UP!!!!" screamed Killer Croc, slamming his huge fists
against the specially reinforced, transparent screen,"SHUT THE FUCK
UP YOU FREAKING LOON!!"
The only answer was more laughter.
"Croc!" yelled a guard, stopping by the cell,"Keep it down."
"ME!?!" cried Killer Croc incredulously,"YOU TELLING ME TO SHUT
UP!"
"Relax, I'll shut the clown up," replied the guard - Gareth
Jenkins, a humorless, middle aged bully who enjoyed his position of
power in the Asylum.
He moved over to The Jokers cell.
"Joker, shut up," he snapped.
The white faced lunatic whirled about, a huge grin on his face
as he leered at Jenkins, and then he started laughing again.
"Warned ya, Jokey," chuckled Jenkins, and flicked a switch next
to the cell.
The floor, fitted with a special electric grid, fired a low
level electric charge which jolted Joker's body straight up, making
him scream out in pain as for several seconds electricity coursed through
his body.
The electric grid was designed to quiet rioting or uncontrollable
prisoners. The guards were only to use it as a last resort, but Jenkins
felt justified considering the almost constant torture Joker had been
inflicting on his fellow inmates.
Jenkins stopped the flow of electricity to the grid, leaving the
Joker to collapse onto all fours, choking and gasping for air.
He turned to stare at Jenkins, his eyes narrowed slightly, his
infamous smile faded... and then his eyes grew wide and his grin wider,
and he began to laugh again, louder than before.
"FUCK!!!!" screamed Croc, echoed by most of the other prisoners
in that block, designed to hold the worst of the worst.
Jenkins swore, turned, and headed back to his workstation to log
in his actions.
And alone amongst all the screaming prisoners, Poison Ivy sat on
her bare knees, staring thoughtfully at cellwall next to her - where The
Joker was held - through half lowered lashes.
And smiled.
9:37 AM.
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Kyle stretched his body full length, giving out a happy, contented
yawn.
And bumped his fist into somebody's side.
"MMMMPH!" grumbled a female voice.
Kyle froze, paralyzed for an instant because he didn't know who
he was lying in bed with, and then relaxed as he remembered.
He'd had a busy year, what with traveling to the 853rd Century
and single-handedly (with a little help from The JLA) stopping Solaris - a
creature with the power of a Sun - accidentally going back in time and
bringing his predecessor - Hal Jordan - back with him, then heading off
into space in a disastrous attempt to reform The Green Lantern Corps
before returning to Earth and falling back into the arms of his girlfriend,
daughter of the original Green Lantern - Alan Scott - and a Green Lantern
in her own right, Jenny-Lynn Hayden, also known as Jade.
She been living with him already as a matter of convenience, and
had really settled in during his absence. When he came back it had just
become a matter of convenience that they continue to live together, and
so far he was enjoying 'welcome home sex' too much to realize he'd made
a commitment and was involved in a mature relationship, the next step
being marriage, kids, commitment and all that good junk.
But he was also getting some every night, so he tended to ignore
that kind of thought.
"Sorry, babe," he murmured, rubbing his eyes sleepily,"Not used
to sharing a bed, you know."
"No problem, honey," murmured the voice of the woman next to him,
the voice of someone most definitely not his girlfriend.
He twisted about in his bed, sitting bolt upright and pulling
back defensively.
"Relax, Kyle," chuckled the woman lying in bed next to him,
an incredibly beautiful woman with long, blue-black hair spilling down
her back, a woman he didn't know.
"I don't bite," she smiled seductively and leaned forward towards
him, moving her hands slightly and allowing the sheet draped over her
chest to drop down, revealing her large, firm breasts to him,"Unless you
want me to."
"Oh geez," muttered Kyle,"To think I used to dream about this
kind of thing."
The Flash, Big Barda and Plastic Man entered Kyle's apartment,
all three using their talents to hide their presence. Wally simply moved
at superspeed, Big Barda's motherbox kept her 'shielded' so that she
was very hard to see and Plastic Man could disguise himself as anything,
although he tended towards extravagance and outrageousness whenever he
could.
- Oh great, three of the most together members of The League
are the only ones to answer my call - Kyle thought with a groan.
Wally West - The Flash - was immature, brash, quick to lose
focus and tended not to take things too seriously if he didn't have to.
He flowed from moments of great maturity and leadership to childish
practical jokes and competitiveness with Kyle, who had taken his place
as the fresh new kid on the team.
Big Barda, one of the so-called 'New Gods Of Apokolips', was
a warrior, brash, confrontational and undiplomatic. She'd been getting
in WonderWoman's face since joining The JLA, trying to assert
her dominance over the Amazon.
Plastic Man was.... well he was Plastic Man.
"So what's the problem here, Kyle?" asked Wally, as he spoke,
Plastic Man extended his neck into Kyle's doorway and spotted the naked
woman in the Green Lantern's bed, pulling back before she saw him.
"Geez, man, so you lost your virginity, you don't have to call the
team in," joked Plastic Man.
"Cut the jokes," muttered Kyle, more serious than usual,"And call
me Green Lantern or GL at least, this is serious.... besides, nothing
happened between us."
"Premature ejaculation," Plastic Man whispered conspiratally into
Big Barda's ear. The Warrior-Woman swatted irritably at him, but he'd
already pulled his extended neck back to just above his shoulders and was
smiling cheekily.
"Kyle, come back to bed," called the woman from the bedroom,"Tell
your friends to come back tomorrow."
"You want us back tomorrow, loverboy?" chuckled Wally, then
suddenly took on a more serious look,"I know that voice."
"You do?" asked Kyle hopefully,"Is she the type to do stuff to
guys girlfriends, when Jade wasn't here this morning the first thing I did
was check the fridge."
"It depends," muttered The Flash thoughtfully,"We better get hold
of Batman or J'onn, we'll need one of them to figure this whole thing
out."
"Why, what is going on?" asked Barda, cutting straight to the
point as usual,"Is this woman a killer or a warrior?"
"Both," replied Flash,"Her name is Carol Ferris, and she used to
be Star Sapphire."
Gotham City - 10:17 AM.
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"Come on, quickly man," whispered Todd, sitting in his van and
nervously waiting for his friends to load up the van.
"Calm down," laughed Kurt, pushing the heavy t.v he was carrying
to the back of the van,"No one comes around here, it's one of the areas
marked for total demolition and reconstruction."
Since the massive earthquake which had shattered Gotham City,
several residential and business areas had been so severely damaged that
they'd been marked for total wipeout, to be torn down and rebuilt stronger
than before.
And since these areas were deserted by Police Order, many groups of
looters had risked life and limb to get in and grab those possessions and
items of value left behind which were still in good enough order to
sell for money.
"I don't like it, is all," muttered Todd,"The Bat's been going
overtime since the Government agreed to help rebuild, he's everywhere,
stopping everyone."
"He ain't everywhere," snorted Tony, another of the gang of four,
each only a couple of years out of High School and already living up to
the expectations of many of their teachers,"He's just one guy, he just
made a lot of high profile captures to try and scare us, besides, he only
comes out at night, he's a bat, ain't he!"
Tony and Kurt laughed and Todd chuckled slightly, until the
hood of the van thumped and the vehicle shifted and bounced slightly
as a sudden weight dropped onto the bonnet.
"Wha..." started Todd, seeing a pair of slim, toned legs encased
in tough looking, dark purple boots on the hood of his van.
He thrust his head out of the window to take a look at the rest
of the woman, and got a hard boot to the face, slamming the back of his
head against the windowframe, breaking his nose and knocking him out.
"What the FUCK!" cried Kurt, the biggest and most heavyset of
the four, and dropped the stereo he was carrying,"Who the fuck are you?"
The woman dressed in skin-tight purple and black didn't answer
him, she just leaped up high above him, flipping gracefully in the air
above then, making Tony and Kurt crane their heads up to watch
her silhouette against the sun.
"Whoa," muttered Tony,"Who does she think she is?"
She landed behind them and they twisted about, keeping a
respectful distance despite their cavalier, unfearful manner. They
got their first clear look at the woman.
She wore a black, skin tight bodysuit from neck to toes,
a purple 'V' running down across her breasts and over and under her
crotch, riding up underneath to up between her buttocks.
She had a purple cape which came down to her ankles and wore
knee high purple boots which were tied about the knees - the edges poking
out on either side - and purple gloves to her elbows, tied firmly to
her arms by straps of the same shade of purple around her wrists and
below her elbows.
A purple belt was cinched tight around her waist with a large
golden buckle containing a batlike symbol in the middle. The belt had
pouches sitting on both hips, probably containing all kinds of little
gadgets and tricks.
She wore an eyemask, seemingly struck to her face and leaving
her nose, mouth, ears and forehead exposed. She had shoulder-length,
dark purple hair and wore a golden crucifix around her neck.
"I know this bitch," chuckled Kurt,"She's called Huntress, she
thinks she's Batman."
"We should teach her a lesson," chuckled Tony,"Make her sorry
for what she did to poor Toddy."
The two men approached her slowly, menacingly, and fast
as lightning Huntress launched herself forward, grabbed Tony by one arm
and pulled it hard forward, at the same time pressing the palm of her
other hand hard against his chest and applying forward leverage with
her legs. The result was a sickening scrunching noise as Tony's arm
was dislocated, something that could be fixed relatively easy and would
leave no real permanent damage, but hurt like hell and looked even worse.
She danced backwards as Kurt swung at her, keeping easily out
of his reach, a small, grim smile darting across her beautiful lips
as the increasingly frustrated thug continued to come tantalizingly
close to hitting her.
"FUCK!!!!" screamed Tony, clutching his dangling arm and staring
at it in shock,"YOU BITCH, YOU TORE MY ARM OFF!!!!" he then proceeded to
faint, as the appearance of his arm proved to be too much for his mind
to handle.
Kurt threw another angry punch at Huntress, and this time she
simply stepped aside and tripped him, making him lose his center of
balance entirely and come down hard on his face.
"GUFF!" he cried, and remained down for a few seconds before
struggling to his feet. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs, then
scooped up a large piece of wood lying on one of the piles of shifted
debris moved by rescue workers when looking for survivors of the Quake.
"Okay you little bitch," he grunted,"Now I'll show you what
a real man can do."
She lifted her hand and motioned for him to come with her finger,
that same little smirk on her face.
"Smug little BITCH!" roared Kurt and came forward, swinging
wildly.
She stepped into the swing, smashed her palm hard into his elbow,
hitting the nerve there and making his hand open involuntarily, dropping
the wood. She brought another palm hard up into his face, forcing his
head back too sharply than was good for him. Pain lanced through his
entire face and he staggered back, but didn't go down.
"Tough one," she murmured to herself, then smashed one purple
booted foot hard into his face, knocking him off his feet and onto his
ass. He sat there with a stupid look on his now bloody face, then fell
backwards and lay still, breathing deeply and evenly.
Huntress allowed her smile to increase slightly, and she dusted
off her hands.
"BITCHHHH!!!!" screamed a voice and she was dodging behind the
van even as bullets fired from the wreck of the house where the looters
had been going about their work.
She inwardly cursed herself for not casing out the area a little
before leaping in, she'd missed this fourth person, and maybe more inside.
She dropped to the ground and looked under the van, seeing a pair
of feet encased in leather motorcycle boots with a complicated series of
straps hesitantly make their way out into the open.
When the fourth looter didn't see her anywhere, he rushed towards
the van, probably to check around the back and see if she was there. She
rose to her feet and grabbed the van's backdoor, which turned on the
hinge right back against the side of the van.
As she heard the steadily increasing crunch of his boots get
closer, she swung the door hard back around, smashing it into the man's
face.
"FUCK!" he cried.
She pulled the door back then slammed it back forward, then back
and then forward again.
She came around the side of the door and found herself facing
a James Dean wannabe, although he probably thought of himself more as a
Luke Perry type, dressed in leathers and chains with slicked back hair
and terrible acne. His nose was beginning to bleed and his eyes were
scrunched tight, lying on the ground was the gun he'd fired at her with,
he'd dropped it the moment she first hit him with the van door.
"Scumbucket!" she snapped at him, grabbing him by the back of
the head and pulling it back. She slammed the van door shut and then
slammed his head forward through the glass,"These are peoples things!
Their possessions!"
She pulled him out and raised one clenched fist, then saw his
broken, battered face and stopped, dropping her fist hesitantly. One
more punch could have killed him, she could have murdered someone for
stealing a t.v.
Recently Batman had been trying to curb her more vicious
tendencies and bring her more to his way of crimefighting, doing what
was necessary to bring the bad guys in but not step over the line and
become judge, jury and executioner. If she'd killed this scum, she
could have ruined herself and any chance she'd have to learn under the
greatest detective, martial artist and crimefighter the world had ever
known.
She let the unknown fourth looter drop to the ground and walked
around to the front of the van, where Todd still sat with his head against
the window.
She scooped up the cell phone (everyone had them nowadays) and
dialled 911.
"Hello, four people were trying to loot a house," she said to
the operator,"They seem to have hurt themselves, please send police
and an ambulance."
She left the phone on and threw it into Todd's lap, where the
operator would be able to get a trace for the police to lock onto. She
then reached down past the steering wheel and pulled the keys
out, throwing them away into the rubble.
"Now," she said,"I'll...."
And a small arrow thumped into the van next to her head.
10:30 AM.
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"She is Carol Ferris, as far as I can determine," said J'onn
J'onnz - The Martian Manhunter - to the other four JLA'ers,"Or at least,
she believes she is."
"What do you mean?" asked Flash,"Is she someone else?"
"What I am saying," said J'onn,"Is that someone can be made to
believe they are someone else and pass even telepathic probing, whether
that is the case here or not, I do not know, but she believes she is Carol
Ferris, she has all of Carol's memories, but she also has other memories,
memories of meeting and falling in love with our Green Lantern,
her memories include several events of Green Lantern's life which she
should not be aware of, including our recent trip to the 853rd Century."
"So what, is she from an alternate dimension or some kind of 2nd
Earth or something?" asked Green Lantern.
"Huh," chuckled Flash,"Some kind of Earth 2, yeah right, buddy."
The others stared at him momentarily, then went back to their
conversation.
"For now I can suggest nothing else," said J'onn,"Star Labs in
Metropolis might be able to scan her for signs of dimensional energy
patterns, but The JLA can offer no help right now."
"J'onn," said Carol, entering the living room, holding a tray
filled with mugs of tea and coffee,"Will you stay for drinks? I made
you tea, I know how you like it."
"No thank you Carol, I am leaving," said J'onn,"But thank you
for the offer."
"Okay," muttered Kyle,"That's it, lady, we're going to Star Labs."
"When will you be back, honey?" Carol asked.
"Huh?"
"Before you and Ms. Barda get back?"
Kyle sighed,"No, you and me, me and you, you and I, we and us,
we're going to Star Labs."
"Why?" she asked.
He grabbed her by the wrist and with a flash of green light they
flew out the window.
The others stood around in the living room, feeling
uncomfortable in a strangers apartment.
The door opened and Jenny-Lynn Hayden stepped through the door,
holding two bags of groceries.
"Well okay," she said,"We've been living together less than a
year and already he's bringing people home from work without telling
me."
-
Huntress didn't hesitate, she lifted her arms above her head,
pulled herself quickly up and backflipped over the roof of the van, coming
down on the other side of the vehicle.
She landed on all fours, bracing herself with her arms, already
thinking of her next move.
She hadn't seen the attack coming, but from the impact and angle
of the arrow knew roughly where her opponent was. She also thought the
short, stubby arrow had been more of a warning, and that if her unseen
assailant had wanted to, she could have split her head open.
- So he's trying to get a message across, what is it? is he
trying to scare me, warn me I'm on his turf? -
She reached up and opened the other van door, sliding up into
the passenger seat, closing the door silently behind her. She figured
that if worst came to worst she could hotwire the van and drive away
faster than her opponent could follow.
"Step out of the van!" yelled a voice, an unmistakably female
voice.
She stayed still, wondering if her opponent, who was a woman by
the sounds of things, was bluffing or knew she was in the van.
"If you think I can't blow that thing up in less than a second,
you're in for a big surprise."
Huntress went for the element of surprise, and pushed the drivers
side door open, diving out and rolling along the ground, hoping to come
up in the general area where she'd sensed her opponents voice and catch
her off guard.
But when she rolled across the ground, she found a small voice
transmitter/receiver lying on the ground.
"Wha...?" she started, and was kicked hard in the back of the head,
making her fall forward. She tucked into a roll and sprang up onto her
toes, eyes darting up and catching only a glimpse of purple boots raising
above the periphery of her vision.
She twisted about and rolled away, her opponent landing easily
on her toes right where Huntress had been.
"What the hell," gasped Huntress, finally seeing her opponent
revealed.
It was like looking into a mirror, albeit a slightly warped
one. Her opponent had long blue/black hair running down to the middle
of her back. She was wearing the standard 'bathing suit' costume favored
by most superheroines, it was light purple and left the outer and inner
curves of her breasts exposed, dark blue straps started just beneath
her breasts, spreading up and out over her chest, shoulders and over
her back where it formed a cape which ran down to her calves.
Two smaller inner strips of darker purple run over her breasts under
the cape, moving down to a point under her belt buckle, then spreading
out again over her crotch. Her boots were dark purple and thigh high,
with a gold, metal trim on her right calf. Her dark purple gloves ran
up to halfway over her biceps.
She wore a almost exact duplicate of the eyemask Huntress was
wearing, but with long horns coming up over her hair, most of
her forehead was covered, as were some of her cheeks, but in general
her nose, ears and mouth, forehead and cheeks were exposed, as well as
much of the skin around her eyes.
She wore a yellow belt with a golden buckle that had a batlike
symbol almost exactly like Huntress', with smaller pouches and a rope on
her right hip and a large pouch on her left thigh. She held a small
golden crossbow, pointed directly at Huntress, an arrow set into it. It
was the same type as Huntress' own crossbow, which she was wishing she
had on her right now.
"Who are you?" she asked her assailant.
"I could ask you the same question," replied Huntress
angrily,"You wanna put down that crossbow?"
The woman lifted the crossbow a little higher and put a little
more tension on the trigger.
"I don't like repeating myself," she said,"Who are you?"
"If you think I'm going to tell you my secret identity, you can
forget it," spat Huntress,"Huntress is all you'll get from me."
"That's what I thought," grumbled her opponent,"Listen lady,
Gotham's only big enough for one Huntress, and it's a dangerous job,
not for amateurs."
"Amateurs? You want to be Huntress? Why not pick another identity
if you want to throw yourself into the superhero game?"
Her opponent seemed almost confused.
"Game? Another name? You don't seem to understand darling, I AM
The Huntress, and I don't take too kindly to people copying me."
"You're The Huntress?" asked The Huntress, herself confused,"Look,
not that the name really matters as much as the deeds, but I'm The Huntress,
the name is taken, you can't just show up and decide to be Huntress and
for me to just up and leave."
"You're getting close to trying my patience too far, imposter,"
replied the other so-called Huntress,"Now stand up!"
Huntress stood up, just waiting for an opening, a chance to get
at her namesake. They were currently standing about 30 feet apart, and
Huntress knew that she could probably get to her opponent before she
pulled the trigger of the arrow, but only probably. Anything less than
21 feet would be a cinch, since the fastest human reaction would still
be too slow to stop her, but she also had an idea that her opponent was
keeping the distance for just that reason, and that once the arrow fired,
Huntress' own reactions - as fast as they were - wouldn't be fast enough
to dodge it.
"Okay," said her captor,"Take your costume off."
Huntress just stood where she was, positive that she hadn't heard
what she'd just heard.
"TAKE IT OFF!" snapped the other Huntress again.
"What? You want me to take my costume off?"
"It's a rip-off of my costume," said her captor,"And you don't
deserve to wear it, you have to earn it, not just make up a cheap knock
off, now take it off!"
Lying on the ground a few feet from her, Kurt let out a loud
groan and the other Huntress shifted her eyes just the slightest fraction,
and Huntress dived behind one of the piles of shifted debris and rubble.
The arrow hit the pile a second later, but by then Huntress was
already moving, knowing how good her opponent was now and wanting to make
tracks, get to an area she knew well, make the advantage hers.
And the other Huntress was already following.
Gotham City - 11:00 AM.
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Dinah tried to keep herself calm, tried not to let herself get
excited.
"It's just a movie and a coffee afterwards," she said to herself,
trying to keep the smile from her face and spring from her steps,"It's
not like it's a date or anything."
She'd broken up with Oliver Queen, aka The Green Arrow, and done
it with some finality, but she'd always somehow expected in the back of
her head that they'd get back together, as they'd always done. But then
he had died, and she'd realized he would never be back, never come back
into her life and make her feel loved.
For so long she'd been miserable, she'd stopped even attempting
to socialize until she'd teamed up with Oracle as one part of The Birds
Of Prey.
She pulled on a tight pair of jeans and wondered if they were
maybe too tight, then laughed.
For the first time in a very, very long time, she had a date!
End Part 03 Of 25.
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