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JLA - Dark Angel - Part 07 Of 25.
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The Joker lay on his bed, sleeping, letting out the occasional
chuckle which would then turn into a loud, hooting laugh. This brought
cries from the other prisoners, yelling for him to shut up, but he did
not hear, and eventually his laughter would trail off.
The floor of the cell was a white grating made up of thousands of
tiny little holes, this conducted the electric field used to bring unruly
prisoners into line, it was also used to conduct delousing fluids and
gas dangerous prisoners that had to be moved. No human, even those of
them with meta-human abilities, could get through the grate to escape,
even Clayface - who was kept in another kind of cell altogether - would
only be able to move from one cell to another.
No human.
Slowly, as if unsure of it's way, a small, green tendril made
it's way through one of the small squares, twisting this way and that
until it was facing the direction of The Joker's sleeping back. As if
this was a signal, more and more of the tendrils shot up through the
squares, growing up higher and higher.
"What the fuck is that?" muttered Killer Croc from his cell, which
was across from The Joker's. He looked over to his side, where he had
an angled view of the cell next to The Jokers, which contained Poison
Ivy.
The sexy redhead was kneeling on the ground, she had removed
the glove on one hand and pressed it against the white squares of the
floor. Her eyes were closed as if in concentration, but she seemed to
sense Croc's gaze. Her eyes opened slightly and she turned to look at
him, bringing her gloved hand up, lifting a finger to her ruby-red lips
and smiling.
Croc's grin widened, and he sat back, looking forward to the
show.
The green tendrils had lifted high up now, on an equal level
with The Joker's back. They began to bend and twist their ways towards
him, their intent obvious, to strangle the life from the Clown Prince Of
Crime.
And the Joker suddenly began to giggle.
Ivy's eyes opened wide, while Croc leaned forward further on his
bunk, eager to see what happened next.
One of the Joker's arms lifted straight up, and he was clutching
something in his gloved hand. His giggles became louder as Croc realized
he was holding what looked to be a jagged, broken piece of the wall.
"ZAP!" cried The Joker, and a sudden buzz filled his cell, the
familiar sound of electricity crackling across the floor.
The tendrils shot up straight, not damaged by the electricity but
shocked into attention.
"ARRRGHHHH!!" screamed Ivy, and Croc's eyes shot over to her cell,
where electricity was suddenly coursing through the floor she knelt on,
hit by feedback that The Joker had somehow triggered.
Croc heard doors whir open and guards rush in, alerted by the
monitor guards and the alarms that would have gone off the moment the
electricity grid was activated by an unauthorized person.
"SHIT!" cried guard Jenkins, skidding to a halt in front of the
troublemaker's cells. He stared in shock at the various green tendrils
standing to attention in The Joker's cell, which the madman seemed to be
unaware of. Next to that cell, Poison Ivy was thrashing about on the
floor of her cell, getting hit by wave after wave of electricity, coming
seemingly from nowhere.
He'd been on night shift now for six months, starting at midnight
each night and working till 10 in the morning, making good money but
seeing nothing but the darker side of life, which was in turn making
him a more miserable person.
"What the fuck is going on?" cried the next guard to arrive, Barry
Atkinson, who was young and working the night shift to get himself through
Community College,"Turn it off!"
Jenkins pushed the panic switch repeatedly, which was supposed
to shut down the whole grid, but nothing happened.
Jenkins was shoved out of the way by Atkinson, who seemed to
think that if he pushed the panic switch, it would work.
Inside his cell, The Joker sat up and spun about on his bunk,
planting his feet on the ground. On the wall beside him a large chunk of
wall had somehow been ripped out, and the exposed wires played around
with to take control of the electricity grid.
"YOU!" growled Jenkins, pointing his nightstick menacingly at
The Joker, who was chuckling evilly, his eyes narrowing to dark slits.
"Shut it off!" screamed Atkinson, slamming his fist against the
reinforced glass screen,"Shut it off you fucking freak!"
The electricity grid was designed to give progressively higher
shocks to bring the occupant of the cell into line, but The Joker was
sending an unbroken feed into Ivy's cell, getting higher and higher,
approaching lethal levels.
Jenkins thrust past the younger guard with a grim look on his
face and flicked the electric switch on the panel besides The Joker's
cell.
"Give the freak a taste of his own medicine," growled Jenkins,
a grim look of satisfaction on his face.
But nothing happened.
"HAHAHAHAHA!" cried The Joker, cackling madly.
"DAMMIT!" growled Jenkins, realizing Joker had bypassed the
electric grid to his cell, causing any feedback to run into Ivy's cell. He
shoved a key into the control panel, twisting it and opening the screen
in front of The Joker's cell.
He and Atkinson rushed in, meaning to beat Joker down and cut the
wires sending the electricity to Ivy's cell.
But The Joker had been waiting just for this, and twisted a wire
in the wall, allowing electricity to flow freely back into his cell.
Jenkins and Atkinson screamed as their bodies were jolted with
a hard shock of electricity, and charged flailing into the tendrils still
running up into the cell from Ivy's. The tendrils reacted to the two
guards, grabbing onto them, choking and squeezing their twitching bodies.
Joker cackled out loud again and shut off the electricity, leaving
the guards to be crushed to death by the plants, while he leaped off the
bed (which had been shifted to a different circuit and afforded him
protection) and rushed past them, stopping momentarily to grab the keys
from Jenkins (he received a small static shock, which caused him to laugh
even louder) and then he was out.
"WHAT YA GONNA DO!?!" demanded Croc, slamming his huge fists
against the glass screen, which shook but was none the worse for the
blow.
The Joker turned and stared at Killer Croc, his grin even wider
than before, his eyes dancing with a mad glee that actually made the huge
criminal step back.
The Joker's attention was diverted by the sounds of approaching
boots, more and more guards arriving, probably with tasers or neural
cripplers which no amount of ingenuity could get past.
"What am I going to do, Croc?" he chuckled,"Why, I'm going to
emancipate you all."
"HEY!" cried Croc, covering his groin with his huge hands and
backing off even further.
The Joker sighed, shaking his head, then moved to the head of
the corridor and inserted Jenkin's masterkey to the front panel. He
twisted it and the glass screen in front of each cell lifted
instantaneously.
The guards burst in, and at the same time some of the worst,
most dangerous criminals in Gotham City burst from their cells.
"RAHHHHH!" screamed Croc, charging right into the guards, ignoring
the tasers pressing against his thick skin. Many of the other prisoners
quickly rushed to help him, knowing that past him lay freedom.
The Joker sauntered over to Poison Ivy's cell, his grin smug
and self-satisfied as he looked down on his would-be assassin.
When he'd switched on the electricity in his cell, it had stopped
the flow to hers, and now she lay in the fetal position, clutching her
knees to her breasts and moaning lightly.
"Oh Ivy," sighed Joker, rolling his eyes,"Didums get hurt? Haha
haha!"
He knelt down and grabbed her by the chin, pulling her face up
to within inches of his own. His eyes darkened and his grin became
more malevolent as he growled,"What next, Ives? What did the big man
want you to do after killing me?"
She moaned incoherently and he slapped her hard across the face,
making her cry out as her sensitized skin trebled the actual pain the
slap had given.
"TELL ME!" he growled,"Or I can make things very, very painful
for you, understand?"
"Ca... cat," moaned Ivy.
"Cat? What, did Dommy want you to pick up a kitty from the pet
store?" he chuckled, low in his throat, a dark, gurgling noise, then
he shook her as he yelled,"SPEAK UP!!"
"CATWOMAN!" she screamed,"HE WANTED ME TO FIND CATWOMAN
AND BRING HER TO HIM!"
The Joker stared at her through narrowed eyes, then suddenly
they lightened and his smile became bright, gleeful,"Well that's all
I wanted to know, Ives!" he laughed and pulled her hard against him,
licking her face and making her moan in despair.
"Thanks for the memories, kiddo!" he chuckled and let her drop
to the ground, then turned and rushed down the corridor in the opposite
direction of the battling guards and prisoners.
6th June, 1999 - Gotham City - 1.45AM.
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Selena Kyle - Catwoman - lay on her couch, wearing nothing but
the amulet she'd traded the sphere stolen from Maxi-Drive Enterprises.
The small red ruby sent into the round gold disk sat between her
large, firm breasts, it was cool against her skin, and didn't seem to
warm at all, but the coolness was pleasing to her, sending the occasional
thrill running down her waist and into her crotch. Her nipples were
erect and she could feel them straining, it was incredibly erotic and
she let a low moan escape her beautiful, pouting lips.
She leaned back, stretching her arms and legs
languorously, stretching full length and smiling happily as her head leaned
back, loving the feel of the cool chain around her slender neck and
large, round breasts.
She opened her eyes and looked up above her, finding herself
staring at two light glowing, white eyeslits contained in a dark shadow
that was blacker than black against the flickering light coming from
the fireplace.
She smiled, a lazy, incredibly sensual smile.
"Bats, don't you ever knock?"
"Catwoman," Batman grunted,"We have to get out of here, now."
"Hmmm," she chuckled, running her hands down over her breasts and
flat stomach, cupping her inner thighs and spreading her long, sexy legs
slightly,"Not the reaction most men would have."
If The Dark Knight was moved by her nudity he didn't show it,
he spoke in a warning tone of voice, pressed by a quiet urgency that
would normally have gotten through to her that he meant business,"The
Joker set off a riot at Arkham Asylum just over an hour ago and somehow
escaped. Somebody wants you, Selena, and they were going to send Poison
Ivy to get you, but now he's coming instead."
"Somebody wants me?" she purred,"I know someone that can have
me."
She reached up and grabbed his arms, attempting to pull him down
towards her, but he easily resisted.
"We don't have time for this," he growled,"This is linked to
something bigger, I think somebody is planning something big and is
trying to get The JLA out of the way, you acted as a reserve member
for us once, your life could be in danger."
She squirmed about slightly on the couch, liking the feel of
her buttocks squeezing against each other,"Lighten up, Bats, why don't
you slip into something a little more comfortable, like me?"
"Selena, this isn't like you," Batman hissed,"You didn't even
react when you found me standing right above you, you didn't even hear
me coming."
"So," she chuckled, trailing a finger over one nipple and moaning
happily,"You're good."
"Not that good that I could get to within an inch of you," he
said,"You're being affected by something, maybe that amulet you're wearing?"
She finally reacted, twisting up into a sitting position and
clutching the amulet in her hand, her eyes flaring up with a pure hatred
that surprised Batman slightly.
"MINE!" she hissed,"It's mine!"
"Selena," Batman repiled, holding up his arms to show he wasn't
threatening her,"Where did you get the amulet?"
She pulled back on the couch, drawing up her knees in an
unconscious effort to put as much between Batman and the amulet as she
possibly could.
"IT'S MINE!" she screeched at him,"I traded for it fair and
square!"
"Who did you trade with, Selena?" Batman asked, his eyes narrowing
almost imperceptibly.
"I don't know," she replied, looking suddenly confused,"He sent
me a picture of the amulet and I knew it was mine, straight away, and
all he wanted for it was a stupid sphere."
"What sphere?" asked Batman, his voice betraying a urgency that
was very much unlike him,"Did you get it from Maxi-Drive?"
She stared at him suspiciously, clutching the amulet in her
hand and gaining security and confidence from it,"Yes, but I don't have
it anymore, I gave the stupid thing to him in exchange for the amulet."
A knock came at the door, Batman's head twisted to the side.
"We have to go now," he whispered harshly,"Selena, you're in
terrible danger!"
The knock came again, more insistent now.
"No," Selena replied, her eyes suddenly becoming wide and taking
on a faraway look,"I have to answer the door."
She stood up and walked past him, heading for the door without
bothering to cover up her nudity.
Batman cursed under his breath and moved quickly, silently forward,
grabbing Catwoman first around her mouth, then her waist.
She squealed and kicked as he pulled her back towards the large
french doors, fighting not to get out of his grasp, but reaching out
with an almost fervent desperation for the door.
"Pizza!" yelled the person behind the door, but Batman didn't
believe it for a second, he knew exactly who was behind that door, and
he wasn't carrying any pizza.
A gunshot fired, and seconds later the door to the apartment was
kicked in.
"I SAID PIZZA!" screamed The Joker, cackling madly, gripping
two machine guns in his hands,"WHERE'S MY TIP!"
He began firing as Batman twisted around, protecting Catwoman
with his body, his cape would deflect any bullets that hit it, although
Joker hadn't seemed to have seen them yet, he was just firing randomly
at anything.
"BATS!" he squealed suddenly, spotting the flowing cape as The
Dark Knight Detective rushed for the windows,"Now it's a party!"
Batman heard something hit the ground, heard the door slamming
as Joker left the apartment. He knew even before the second thump that
The Joker had tossed a grenade into the apartment.
He barreled through the french doors, the glass fragments smashing
harmlessly over his batsuit, leaped easily onto the wire supports running
over the verandah, squatting his legs and leaped blindly into the night.
A second later the explosion ripped through the apartment, a
fireball bursting through the smashed glass doors, furniture and all of
her collected assortments destroyed in a second.
Far below, on the ground, well over 50 cats paused in the alley
they had collected in, stared up at the explosion - reflected in their
eyes - and then, as if sensing their mistress (who had rather
unceremoniously ushered them out earlier in the evening) hadn't been
inside, they went back to sniffing and pawing playfully at each other,
having already forgotten the explosion.
Batman landed roughly on the adjacent building, having had to
fire his grappling line without judging his arc of descent or the effect
Catwoman's added weight would have on him. He managed to protect her
from the shock of the landing, but a second later they were rolling over
and he found himself lying on top of her.
"Heh," she chuckled, and he realized with a shock she was half
asleep, despite what had just happened,"Hell of a thing to do... jus to
get on top of me."
"Selena, Selena?" he asked, concerned as she drifted off to
sleep. She was somewhat of an adrenaline junkie, getting almost high
off danger when it occured, getting some kind of secret thrill she didn't
bother to hide. The fact that she was falling asleep was just more
evidence that something was wrong.
Standing up, he lifted her over his shoulder, trying not to
think too much about how good her nude body had felt beneath him even
through his tough batsuit. He was uncomfortably aware of how close
his hand was to her bare buttocks, that she was completely, totally
nude, but he ignored it as he quickly made his way down the fire escape,
in a rush to get to the Batmobile before The Joker found out they hadn't
been in the apartment when it blew.
He had to get to The Watchtower, and soon.
JLA Watchtower - 6th June - 2:37 AM.
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Batman carried Catwoman's unconscious body - covered now in a
blanket he'd grabbed from Alfred before hopping into the teleporter
in the Batcave - through the Hall Of Justice, on his way to the Medical
Lab. As he passed the Armory, he paused and looked up at the roof.
"Get down from there," he muttered.
The ceiling bent somewhat, then flowed down into a puddle at
Batman's feet, which quickly sprang back up to a figure identical to
Batman, only his batsuit was a bright red.
"How'd you know it was me?" Plastic Man asked.
"I don't have time for this," muttered Batman,"But a good hint
is that, unless a psychedelic painter was in here during my absence,
the Watchtower doesn't have bright red ceilings."
"Always picking at the little things," muttered Plastic Man,
taking on his own form again,"Who's the hotty?"
"Catwoman," replied Batman,"Come with me."
He began to make his way towards the Medical Lab, Plastic Man
in tow, hopping up and down excitedly and asking questions.
"Catwoman, eh? Where's her mask? What happened to you? Do I
smell smoke? You crazy kids been toking up? Huh? Huh? Huh?"
Batman stopped at the door to The Med-Lab, shifted Catwoman's
weight to one arm, then turned around and grabbed Plastic Man by the
lips.
"Listen," he growled,"This is very, very serious, so I'm only
going to say it once."
"Oui, Michelle of ze Resistance!" replied Plastic Man through
muffled lips, taking on the appearance of a French Policeman.
"Someone's out to get The JLA," said Batman, ignoring Plastic
Man's antics,"I need to use The Monitor Womb and get in contact with
some people, and I. do. not. want. anything to happen to Catwoman here,
understand?"
"Yawohl, Mein Fuhrer!" cried Plastic Man, saluting sharply and
becoming a Gestapo Officer, albeit a very brightly colored one.
"Just guard her," sighed Batman, and walked into the Med-Lab.
He placed her down in a bed gently and covered her with more
blankets before removing the amulet from around her neck. She frowned,
not liking the removal of the amulet even when unconscious, but then
settled back into a deeper sleep.
Batman moved to a communications terminal and opened the link
to Steel's Laboratory, where you could rely on finding him most nights,
he slept very little.
"Steel here," came back the reply.
"This is Batman, I need to met you in the Research Lab," replied
The Dark Knight,"I have something you might be interested in."
He stared closely at the amulet in his hand, barely hearing
Steel's confirmation.
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Catwoman seemed to be floating in nothingness, drifting silently
in a red void where nothing existed but herself.
"Selena," whispered a voice, coming from everywhere and nowhere
at the same time.
"Whose there?" she asked, and her voice was languorous, sleepy,
which was just the way she felt. She had never felt so relaxed in her
life, and she was generally a very laid back person.
"Tell me about your darkest desires," whispered the voice, not
answering her question,"Tell me your secret shame, tell me what you want
more than anything."
Strangely enough, she felt that here she could speak of her
desires, and that it seemed oddly appropriate. After all, when you got
down to it, it all came down to your desires and fantasies, sensation was
all there really was to life.
"I want him, my Dark Knight," she murmured happily, her eyes
half closed, her voice low and sexy,"I want Batman."
"I know," said a voice beside her, and she realized that Batman
was there, next to her, and that, too, seemed right.
"Bats," she laughed happily, rolling right around, loving the
feel of her long, curly black hair running over her face and neck,"I
love you."
"I love you," Batman said, then said no more.
"What do you want?" asked the everywhere/nowhere voice again.
"Batman," she said, cocking one eye lazily as she spread her arms
and legs out to the sides and thrilled at the feeling of stretching, so
much like a cat,"I already said that."
"No," whispered the voice,"What do you want, what have you always
wanted?"
"Jewels, gems, bright shiny things," she chuckled, cupping her
hair in her hands and running them up over her breasts, her neck, her
cheeks,"To curl up in front of a fire and be held, to have him with me
always."
The more she said, the better she felt, and the more she wanted
to say. Words began to come unbidden, as Batman stood stoically beside
her, unmoving, unspeaking.
"I want to cuddle up to a giant cat, I want to dance naked in
the rain and make love to a woman, I want to rub myself in oil and squirm
about on the sunbaked concrete, I want to eat a pound of chocolate and
get taken up the ass, I want the dark man, the mystery man, the one we
all dream about but can never have.... I WANT!"
"Then don't deny yourself," whispered the everywhere/nowhere
voice,"What's the point in dreaming and fantasizing and wanting, when
you can have? When you can just let it happen and enjoy yourself! Why
do you deny your desires?"
"Why?" she asked, confused herself. Why should she deny herself,
she'd always been someone who saw something she liked and took it, but
she realized now she'd never followed through on the full potential of
this lifestyle. She'd always loved cats, loved their freedom, their
carefree lifestyle, living one day to the next, and she'd tried to emulate
them... but she was just a pathetic human imitation. If she truly wanted
to be Catwoman, she had to be less like a woman and more like a cat.
"Yes," laughed the voice,"You know the secret, life's too short,
enjoy it while you're here and damn the consquences!!"
"YES!" she laughed, sitting up and grabbing Batman around his
neck.
"Now," said the voice,"Take what you wa...."
She lay for some time before realizing that there was something
against her back, that she was lying on an object.
What had happened? Had she been dreaming? Or had that been real?
She opened her eyes and looked up, she was in a clean, sterile
looking environment, but it looked too hi-tech and futuristic to be a
hospital.
Then she remembered her brief 'unofficial' tour of The Watchtower
back when she'd helped The JLA defeat Prometheus. She was in The Medical
Lab, Batman must have brought her here.
She felt a moment of panic when she realized the amulet wasn't
resting in it's comfortable place between her breasts, but then calmed
herself. It would be somewhere in the area, and it was hers, as was
anything else she wanted.
"If I want it," she murmured to herself,"Take it."
Right now what she really wanted was sex, despite all she'd been
through in the last hour, her thoughts were still on how she'd felt
lying on her couch, the amulet cold against her skin, her nipples erect
and her legs spread, wanting something between her legs, something hot
and real.
These thoughts didn't bother her, this was the new her, the
new Selena Kyle. If she wanted something, she'd take it, if she was
hungry, she'd eat and if she was horny, well if she was horny then she'd
fuck.
The doors to the Med-Lab opened and for some reason she lowered
her head and closed her eyes, pretending to still be asleep. Raising
her lids slightly, she saw that it was Plastic Man, entering the room to
check on her.
He stayed in the doorway, just craning his head around by his
elongated neck to check she was all right.
Selena suppressed a smile and decided to play with the worlds
strangest superhero a bit. Keeping her eyes closed enough so that she
could see but he would think she was asleep, she let out a low grunt
and kicked her sheets away, exposing her nude body.
She saw him perform a double take a cartoon character would have
been proud of, then glance about as if to check to see if the other
members of The JLA would be standing there, looking at him with shocked
disapproval. When he saw that wasn't the case, he shuffled his way into
the Med-Lab, letting the door close behind him.
His eyes roamed over her naked body, her long, sexy legs slightly
spread, exposing her pink, shaven cuntlips and the small, light rectangle
of black pubic hair. He licked his lips and again his eyes darted from
side to side, checking to see if he was being watched, then he inched
his way closer and closer towards her bed. His eyes ran up over her
flat, toned waist to her large, perfect tits with their small, pink
nipples straining up towards the ceiling. They were lolling slightly
to the side due to their own weight, but still held up high on her
chest due to a natural firmness usually only found in a good boob job.
Her long, curly black hair ran down the sides of her face and
over her neck and shoulders, framing her beautiful face, her delicious
looking ruby-red lips, small nose and large eyes, which were currently
closed as she slept peacefully... or so he thought.
"Ahhh man," he whispered slightly, his cock erect in his
pants. Like any man, when he got aroused his cock got hard, and while
he could adjust the length, shape and size of his penis unlike any other
man, when it got erect he couldn't make it go flaccid until the blood
had flowed away.
He moved closer to her naked body, standing only a couple of
feet away now, his neck craned out well over a foot. His hand absently
rubbed his crotch and he licked his lips, letting a low moan escape
his lips.
"Like what you see?" she asked.
"ARGH!" cried Plastic Man, leaping back slightly.
"Relax," chuckled Catwoman, opening her eyes and smiling at him.
"Uh!" he cried,"I was... I heard a noise!"
She laughed,"Calm down, I don't mind."
"No, you don't understand," he stammered, looking nervously
about again, expecting Batman to burst in any second now and beat the
living shit out of him,"I wasn't looking...."
"Why not?" she asked, spreading her legs apart a little
further,"Aren't I attractive?"
"No! uh, yes!" he cried,"But I wasn't perving on you or anything,
I heard a noise, and I came in to check and...."
She spread her legs, slid her hand down her waist and cupped
her cuntmound, sliding a finger up into her pussy.
End Part 07 of 25.