Ascension 2

Chapter Thirty Two: The First Rule of…..Part Four.

Batman arrived back to the scene of the crime. He had been cut off thanks to an impromptu run in against ninjas.

"And just what pray tell, are you hoping to find when you nose around there this time, sir?" Alfred asked Batman over the radio.

"A clue, anything that might point me in the right direction," Batman said as he looked around. He half expected the League to case the place but so far, nothing. He knew the League all too well just because they did not seem to be here right now, it did not mean that they were not going to pop out from the shadows before too long and ruin things.

"Well that is actually very vague….."

"I'll know when I see something, Alfred," Batman said and the calmness in his voice indicated that he knew precisely what he was looking for.

There were splatters of blood on the floor still and the scene was something that gave the air of being extremely eerie. One almost was completely chilled to the bone as Batman looked around and he paused for a moment.

"I'm guessing that's a good thing then or are you just going silent because it is the style of the time?" Alfred asked.

"The police missed something, they're treating this as a murder, that might have connections to the rumored child smuggling ring," Batman said as he reached up and held up the business card and scanned it.

"The Haberdasheria: Owned and Operated by Milly Tetch," Alfred said and there was a moment. "So what…."

"I'll know in a minute," Batman said, he saw the photo on the corner of the desk that had been slightly overturned. Getting the frame back up, he recognized the woman in the picture and then he saw that there was an older man with her that he did not recognize.

Batman walked around the area of the apartment, searching, and he noticed a wardrobe of both female and male clothes immediately, which indicated that there was at least two people living here, like his earlier suspicions were. Given the rumors on the street, it had to be at least two but this was the first physical evidence that he had other than hearsay.

Activating the Detective Mode, he had continued to look around to see what he could find.

"Interesting," Batman said as he bent over and reached underneath the bed to pull out a locked box. It was not going to be hard to open, on account that he was Batman.

"What?"

Alfred inquired this and Batman decided to let him in. "I'll find out more once I open the box."

"Well, I don't think you need a high tech gadget for that, sir, a simple hairpin would suffice," Alfred suggested blandly.

Batman did not say anything, although he was going to assume that Alfred was right. A hair pin laid on the side of the dresser and he picked it up. It took mere seconds to break open the lock and unravel the treasure that was inside.

There were pictures of multiple young female girls and the addresses. Batman had to run a scan on each of them but he was willing to lay down money that some of them matched missing children's cases throughout Gotham City. The Dark Knight looked at the addresses and whoever had written down as quite prolific and there were notes about the girls, some of them fairly disturbed and yet at the same time, almost childish.

He knew right away that this was part of some sick game, as those who preyed on children were the sickest and Batman could see the full scope of the crimes the further he dug deep into the evidence that had been presented.

Vicki Vale might have been nosy but stupid was something that she was not. When she dropped the badge on the ground and saw the SWAT members down on the ground.

'Time to go,' she mentally repeated to herself, as she backed off immediately and decided to run in the other direction immediately. The rat had bolted ,perhaps she should have been able to take a hint from his playbook.

She saw a figure in the shadows the moment she turned around and Vicki did the only thing that she thought was sensible in her current shell shocked state of mind. She screamed bloody murder at the top of her lungs and kept screaming.

"Vicki, it's me, calm down," Harry whispered to her and Vicki was caught off guard but she calmed down enough to see that it was in fact Harry Fucking Potter standing there in front of her, in the flesh.

Vicki was completely done freaking out and her natural reporter's curiosity got ahold of her. She saw Harry standing before her in the alleyway, he was wearing a stylish, but at the same time casual, black shirt, along with a pair of fashionable jeans, and a pair of boots, along with a jacket as he stood there completely.

He had made use of the time bubble to change, so seconds had passed for Vicki, where it had been a minute for Harry. It was outside of the pull of time so no one was the wiser.

Vicki looked at Harry, practically stammering but she grew calmer by the second. "W-what are you doing here?"

Harry had a story ready to go immediately. "I was escorting a friend of mine home from university, when I came across this scene, it's getting pretty dangerous being out here in Gotham at this time of the night, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is," Vicki agreed as her eyes flickered to the fallen figures on the ground. "Maybe we should…."

"I think that you want to catch a train back, don't you?" Harry asked her and Vicki nodded as she kept looking over her shoulder as Harry lead her off towards the train. She was not going to disagree. "So if you don't mind me for asking…..exactly what are you working on?"

Vicki paused for a moment and Harry offered her a suggestion with a smile on his face.

"How about this, I escort you home and you tell me what you're working on, on the way there?" Harry asked as they were about to board a train, a rather late one.

"Well, if you insist," Vicki told him as she gripped him by the arm and lead him off into the direction of the train, ready to climb on board.

The two of them paid their admission and they walked forward. Harry made sure that he could find a compartment for the two of them. There were a few dregs of society on this train but given that it was Gotham City, Harry was not surprised.

He walked with confidence and an air that if anyone fucked with him, they would get fucked up seriously. At least that was the vibe that Vicki got, perhaps it had been a long night and she was seeing things that were not really there. Never the less, she sat down next to Harry on the train.

"I'm working on a story about corruption in the GCPD," Vicki whispered to Harry and Harry raised an eyebrow.

"An interesting story, I'm sure that you're going to find a lot of smoke to some of those fires," Harry told her and Vicki nodded in agreement.

"Yes, although people turned up missing when they were about to blow the whistle, especially when Branden's name gets mentioned," Vicki said to Harry and he looked at her. "Although someone must have taken out the SWAT in the alleyway."

"Wait…they were SWAT?" Harry asked, deciding to play naïve for a little bit.

"Yes, although they were disguised as civilians, to make it look like that it was a random gang mugging, or….I guess that was the intention," Vicki said as she trailed off and Harry gave her a smile.

"That makes sense, after the incident of Old Gotham, business contacts of mine have said that they were told that medical personnel was not allowed in the city," Harry said. "I've heard that the SWAT is for sale….."

"Because they are," Vicki said as she placed her arms on the back of her head and leaned back.

"For every good cop in the GCPD, there are twelve more that are on the take or at best, going through the motions, they don't care about corruption," Harry said to her. "Keep in mind though, this is hearsay, but I'm sure that you could back this up if you go poking around."

"Well, it does line up with a lot of what my contacts have told me, and what I've found out," Vicki said to him immediately and Harry nodded.

"So, I know that you did your homework about me before you interviewed me," Harry told her and Vicki paused and looked at her. There was a pure "guilty as charged" type expression on her face. "The question is, what have you found out about me?"

"Well, I have found out much about you," Vicki said as she smiled. "You blasted through private school in a couple of years, shattering all records and expectations. You scored the highest scores possible on test after test, setting even more records that I don't think will be broken any time soon."

"Well, hopefully someone might strive to my level someday," Harry said.

'Doubtful, but it would give you something to break if someone could beat you,' Faora admitted grudgingly.

"Let's see, you got a scholarship to multiple universities and ever since the age of eleven, you've always been seen in the company of a beautiful woman or two or ten," Vicki said with a knowing smile and Harry smirked back at her, his green eyes flickering immediately. "You decided to wait until the age of fourteen, until you attended Cambridge. Where you got your doctorate in Theoretical Physics, and then Mechanical Engineering and then for some reason….you moved to Gotham."

Harry waited for her to continue, she was on a roll now and he hated for her to stop in her tracks.

"You built a company that is on track to be one of the biggest in the world in the next five years, at the very least," Vicki concluded.

"Well, it seems like you've done your homework, Vicki," Harry concluded, which she smiled at him.

"Well, you don't get to be a top reporter without being prepared," Vicki said as she looked at him. "I find your relationships to be most interesting, especially given that most of the women appear to be fine with it and in cordial relationships with each other."

"Well, that might be interesting to an outside observer," Harry said to her and he smiled at Vicki. "Tell me, what's your opinion on that?"

Vicki decided to offer her candid viewpoint on the entire situation. "Well….it's kind of like a pride of lions, one strong male, a bunch of females, and able to pay them the appropriate attention. I mean, as long as the same attention is paid, then why should I complain?"

"Oh?" Harry asked as he wanted to see if she would dig herself into a hole or not. Never the less, he waited to see what she would say.

"Yes….I mean…..if someone takes control of me, and pays me the proper attention, it shouldn't really be a problem, should it?" Vicki asked.

"So what do you mean about someone controlling you?" Harry asked, deciding to take her question, spin it around and give a question of his own.

"Well um, I was just hypothetically speaking, you know off of the top of my head, about a potential situation," Vicki said, she seemed flustered. Her tongue had gotten ahead of her brain and not for the first time either.

Harry smiled at her and there was much laughter through the bond from the usual parties although the emerald eyed wizard locked eyes towards her.

"Are you sure it was a slip of the tongue?" Harry asked to her as he slid a bit closer. Vicki watched him and decided to make a decision, snap as it might be.

"Well, I've been known to be impulsive at times, you know me," Vicki whispered to Harry and the green eyed wizard placed his hands on her legs as he looked at her. "I guess I just need someone to take control of me."

Vicki draped one leg over his thigh and then straddled him slightly as she looked him in the eye. "Do you think that you would be up for that?"

Harry smiled as he turned the position and pinned her down against the seat, which caused her to squeal in surprise and pleasure.

"I don't know Vicki, do you think that I can do it?" Harry asked her and Vicki's heart started to race as Harry slowly planted a hungry kiss on her lips which she returned, wrapping her arms around him.

Vicki's arms wrapped around Harry's neck as she grinded her crotch up and down upon his, as Harry slid his hand up her leg.

She could feel his talented hands move all over her legs and shivers went down her spine as he edged up her skirt. She found herself straddled upon his lap and the green eyed wizard deepened the kiss.

Harry slowly unbuttoned Vicki's blouse to reveal her amazing bra clad breasts. There was a purple bra pushing them up.

"So are you going to do it, or are you just going to look?" Vicki asked with a taunting smile on her face and Harry smiled.

He released her breasts out into the world and they were nice and firm. Her nipples were juicy and begged to be sucked. So sucked Harry did as her legs scissored around his waist. He took the right nipple in his mouth and then suckled on the left nipple, all while alternating and causing Vicki's mind to go wild with the pleasure.

His hand slid up her skirt and started to diddle her, which caused pleasure to course down her spine immediately. The woman closed her eyes as Harry explored her body.

She slid off of him, her nipples stiff and erect, as she unbuckled his pants feverishly, looking him in the eye.

"Well you're as gifted as the rumors tell me," Vicki said as she squeezed his package through his underwear.

"Who, prey tell is telling you these things?" Harry asked but Vicki did not respond, rather she pulled down his pants and then engulfed his cock deep into her throat with one fell swoop. The woman went down on him like there was no tomorrow, his cock buried down her throat, and her eyes locked onto him.

Hungrily, she squeezed his balls, working him over as she made quick strides, working his member all the way down her throat. She almost gagged on his massive pole but somehow she stayed the course and kept working him over, pumping his thick length so deep into her mouth that she almost choked on it. The woman was hanging on, fondling his balls with expert ability, and her lips smacked around his cock.

Vicki loved the taste of this cock, it was so juicy, that he caused her to drool.

"Oh, that mouth is good," Harry grunted as he put his hands on her head, and continued to work into her.

He pulled out of her mouth immediately and Vicki whined but Harry pulled him up and then removed her panties.

Harry saw a smooth shaven snatch, as he traced her lips and clit. He looked in her eyes. "So, no hint of whether the carpet matches the drapes? A shame, but still nice."

Harry lifted up Vicki and then she saw his cock hovering beneath her. It was so huge from her vantage point and she never thought that she would see anything so beautiful.

"Please, please, please," Vicki begged as she held onto Harry's neck as her pussy dripped juices down onto the tip of his cock.

The redhead closed her eyes and waited her lips to part. The green eyed wizard sunk his tool deep between her legs and stretched her out, which caused her moans to increase.

"Fuck, such a nice pussy," Harry whispered as he explored Vicki's body.

Vicki was given a first class education of why he was with so many females, because he explored all of her body and hit her pleasure spots.

"Oh, fuck, more," Vicki moaned as she felt her pussy clench harder than ever around his tool. He was touching her and cupped her breasts. He paid special attention to her nipples and made her purr like an absolute sex kitten.

"Don't rush, we have plenty of time before you get off," Harry whispered in her ear but Vicki nipped his neck.

"Getting off, right now," Vicki moaned as his cock struck her G-Spot. She could not even begin to gauge how long it took before her senses were met with unmistakable pleasure. The mind was something that was being wrecked immediately.

How many orgasms did she experience? Four, Five, Six? She lost count of what she felt but all she knew was she was riding this prime cock as it buried deep into her ass.

Harry squeezed her ass and she threw her head back with a moan. Her eyes flooded with an amazing amount of lust as he kept working deep into her.

His balls were so heavy that she could imagine what she would feel. She rode him on the bench like there was no tomorrow.

Harry's hands shimmed over her delicious legs and then moved around to cup her sensual rear which caused her to shriek at the top of her longs.

"MORE!" Vicki screamed as she hung onto her neck.

Harry marveled at the woman's stamina but he slowed down her pace, so she did not burn herself out. Never the less, she kept going up and down on Harry, riding him, trying to milk every last drop out of him.

"You're almost there," Harry whispered hotly in her ear.

Vicki had no idea whether he was talking about her stop or her being completed for the night. Her mind was fairly shattered as well as he kissed the side of her neck some more and then licked her neck.

Shivers went down her spine as his cock buried into her body. The world had stopped around her, there was nothing but this sex god and his amazing cock.

His finger crooked and went up her ass. She wondered how his cock would feel up there but she thought that something that big could split her in half. That would be half of the fun as well as her tightness enveloped him, rocking back and forth, picking up speed, as her breasts swayed in front of his face.

"So close," Vicki moaned as her walls clenched in. "Cum, do it in me, please."

Harry obliged as they had reached her stop. The moment that they did, after about an hour of intense love making, which seemed like longer in some respects, mostly because it was, his balls tightened.

Vicki's entire world exploded into a delicious and delirious shade of white, her mind exploding as his balls emptied its thick load deep into her insides. He fired load after load of cum into her, unleashing his thick ropes into her.

She held onto his neck as he gently slid her off and captured one more kiss, as it was time now to get dressed. Vicki could barely walk but somehow she thought that it was worth it and she could hardly wait for even more.

Salvatore Maroni was living a far better life in prison. Sure he might have been put in solitary confinement, but solitary confinement was looking pretty good right about now. The bed was comfortable, he had three warm meals a day, and a gym as well. He pretty much had many of the comforts of home, which made him resented by a lot of people in the prison.

When you're made, you're made for life, and when you put the children of many powerful people through college, you were pretty made.

Maroni, despite being in solitary, was expecting a guest. He had gotten a few snatches from the media but he knew by now to take that with several grains of salt. Especially with the GCPD's spin machine in full effect. He leaned back on the luxury seat as the guard led the one and only Tony Zucco.

"Good morning, Phil, how are ya doing?" Maroni asked cordially and the guard returned his smile.

"Doing pretty good, Mr. Maroni, sir," the guard said as he reached out a hand and shook it with the mobster.

"So how's your daughter?" Maroni asked.

"She got into the college that she wanted, she's so happy," Phil said.

"That's good, tell her that Uncle Sal said hi," Maroni said as the guard walked off, leaving Zucco alone in the cell with Maroni. "So, it's been a while, hasn't it, Tony?"

"Yes, since you've been arrested, boss," Zucco agreed.

"So what the fuck's been happening out there?" Maroni asked and Zucco immediately dove into his explanation regarding what has been going on.

"Well, Gotham City is a fucking War Zone, even more than usual," Zucco told him. "Five or six factions, at least, are fighting for each other, gobbling up territory like it's no tomorrow. The Roman's still locked in the Arkham Ward."

"Good, bastard had it coming," Maroni grumbled.

"Fucking Sionis has got it in his head that he's top shit, some kind of big time gangster," Zucco continued immediately and Maroni nodded. "And what's worse, the Fat Fucking Bird immigrated over here and taken over the arms and the smuggling trade. Rupert Thorne, has fucking got into his head that he's top shit in Gotham City. Then the GCPD is getting into it with each other, and Loeb and O'Hara are butting heads."

Maroni waited for Zucco to finish but he was just now hitting his stride.

"Everyone except the mafia is running around with fucking guns that the army would love to get their hands on," Zucco said as he looked at Maroni. He sighed immediately and then he added. "And there's three fruits in suits, armed to the teeth, that's fucking a lot of us up and causing us trouble."

Maroni poured himself a glass of wine and tipped it into his mouth, drinking it.

"On the bright side, we got our hands on the Carmine Hotel, and that means we have the Bowery," Zucco said as he took the second glass of wine that Maroni offered him. He sipped it. "And there's an alliance coming down the pike that will help us turn shit around."

"Anything else?" Maroni asked calmly, his temper was already rather calm.

Zucco nodded. "Yeah of course….Carmine's bitch sister is setting a bunch of guys up from Chicago to help the Roman's bastard brats and Gazzo is supposed to be sending an equal number of guys up from Metropolis but he's dragging his feet until Sofia gets back to Italy. So Mario's pissed off at him. Guys from Chicago are coming in today but we found out about it, so we've arranged a suitable welcome. The bastards won't see it coming."

Maroni was silent as he had listened to most of that without input. The wheels were turning around. He set down the glass of wine and decided what he was going to do.

"First of all, get in touch with Manheim, and tell him that Sal told you that he's cashing in one of his favors. Get us some hardware and none of that high tech shit, more mid-level shit. I don't want anything out of fucking Star Wars. If it's more complicated than slap a Mag in it and blow some fuck's head off, I don't want anything to do with it."

Maroni held up his hand to cut off any other protests that Zucco might have.

"Second, don't worry about Thorne. That fat fuck's a politician, he isn't going to do anything, if his nuts are on the line. Worry about getting enough of Falcone's territory, before the Roman gets out and believe me the Roman will get out. As for that bird and the ugly fuck in the mask, don't worry about either of them. Bit players, nothing but freaks, everyone's making moves, they might get something, but this is fucking Gotham City."

Maroni took a drink and then made his third point.

"Third, get in touch with Bob the Goon and tell him I want to talk to his boss. I've got a job for him."

Zucco nodded, letting it sink all in.

"Got all that?" Maroni asked and Zucco nodded. "Good."

"So when are you getting out?" Zucco asked and Maroni looked thoughtful.

"'Bout a Year tops, that's Gotham's Legal System for you but I'll enjoy the vacation in the meantime," Maroni said and at that statement, both mobsters shared a hearty laugh.

Vicki woke up the next morning, shaking her head as she tried to get up to her feet. She was pretty sure that she came home last night, although she was not sure how she made it there. The last moment she remembered was that she had the best fucking of her life and she was pretty sure it continued into the night when he brought her here, after she had a chance to recharge after getting off of the train.

For a brief moment, she thought that he was long gone. Looking at the clock, it was seven o'clock in the morning. She pulled herself out of the bed, adjusting her eyes to the sunlight as she got up.

She was completely naked and she stepped forward, taking a couple of ginger steps. Seeing his shirt on the floor, she smiled in spite herself. He was not completely gone as she thought that he was and she could hear the shower running.

Vicki entered the room and saw Harry finishing up the shower in all of his glory. She decided to not say anything for a couple of moments but appreciate the view. There was a cup of coffee sitting on the counter, and without preamble she took a cup of coffee.

"So good morning," Vicki said in a half dazed voice, as she did not function well without a cup of coffee in the morning. Some people said the caffeine was the devil's drug but she found herself bowing before the Prince of Darkness, if it meant that she would be getting work done.

"Good morning yourself," Harry said as Vicki sipped on the coffee.

"Ooooh, good stuff," Vicki moaned and then Harry stuck his head out of the shower, surveying her with a raised eyebrow. Her face fell into a sheepish grin. "The coffee I mean….the coffee."

"I know what you meant," Harry said as he pulled her into the shower. "Figured that you were coming this way anyway."

Vicki relaxed as Harry washed her body. The truth being told, she was mostly surprised that she was this able to move and this coherent giving that Harry fucked her brains out.

"You know….keep this up, and we might have an encore from last night," Vicki whispered as Harry ran his fingers down her body and caused her to shiver.

"I think that after last night, after I fucked you into a drooling stupor, you would want a bit of a break, don't worry, you're get your chance soon enough," Harry whispered into her ear as he washed her. "So, legs aren't the only thing that you shave, but I see….I see the wig….."

Vicki realized that the wig must have come off sometime last night.

"Yeah….she….the puff piece queen….I just wear the wig to make sure that I'm different from her," Vicki told Harry as she slipped from the shower, swaying her tight ass all of the way and Harry smiled as he watched the progress of it. She dried her hair and moved over to the dresser. "The funny thing is, that I'm a natural red and she isn't….but she's been around longer than Vanna White, so people would think that I'm a copycat. Despite us being in two different professions."

"I see, well still hot," Harry told her and Vicki smiled.

"I know, you have to be to last in this profession," Vicki said as she pulled on her panties and put on a bra as well, before finding herself some business attire. She found the wig on the floor, knocked off in the throes of passion and forgotten. "So, you fucked my brains out last night, the least I can do is have you for breakfast."

"Well, I'm sure that you would love to have me for breakfast," Harry whispered to her.

'Smooth Harry,' Karen thought with a smile. 'The wig thing is a good idea for a disguise, as you well know.'

'Yeah, that might be pretty good,' Dinah thought, now that Black Canary was becoming more known, Dinah Lance might need to have a change of appearance in the public eye. She decided that it would be prudent to wear a dark wig of some sort immediately. Some of the girls wore glasses.

Vicki reached over to her wardrobe, pulled on a pair of glasses and tied her hair back into a ponytail and the two of them made their way down the stairs.

Breakfast was served in the matter of moments, where Vicki took a look at the paper that Harry must have brought in when she was asleep.

"Still nothing about the Norton kid in here, police don't know what happened," Vicki muttered as she skimmed the headlines. Then again, she could detect a fair amount of spin being put in the paper.

"Well, Ted Grant thinks that he was murdered," Harry commented and Vicki raised an eyebrow halfway. She whistled and nodded.

"I'd believe it," she agreed and then she saw another headline that caught her eye. In fact, it more than caught her eye, it caused her to break out in a loud round of laughter.

"What's so funny?" Harry asked her and Vicki, wordlessly placed the headline under Harry's eyes.

"What if Harry Potter's Bat-Man?" it read.

'Oh, how can someone come so close, yet get so fucking far?' Amanda thought as she shook her head, causing her mind to go numb with amusement.

"Impossible," Vicki said as she took a piece of toast and sat down with Harry looking at her. "I mean…..well you do so many….so much, how can you be the Bat-Man on top of that?"

"You have a point," Harry conceded with a smile.

"Unless you are Batman?" Vicki asked curiously and Harry smiled. "Yeah, I know, dumb."

Harry said nothing, mostly because Vicki's phone went off. She answered it immediately, because she smelled a news story so hot that it would burn her hands something fierce.

"Knox….no…..you're kidding me right? Well….I'll get over there immediately, and sent a competent camera man this time, for the love of god."

Vicki turned to Harry immediately when she hung up. "My producer, someone decided to blow up a toll booth and then empty a machine gun into a pair of cars."

'In Gotham City, seriously?' Amanda thought dryly.

Vicki paused immediately and she handed Harry a key. "For my apartment…..come over if you have the chance at any time. But don't try and force it if you don't have the time, I'm not a needy bitch like some women."

"Believe me, I know," Harry said with a smile.

'HEY!' Kara, Amanda, Astoria, Bella, and Ginny all chimed in through the bond link and Harry was pretty sure they might not have been the only ones, but Harry could only make out their voices.

Harry was on his way back to the Penthouse to get suited up, meeting with Dinah as he did. It was pretty much go time.

"Ready?" Harry asked Dinah as he turned up and Dinah locked eyes with him, with a smile on her face.

"Let's do this," Dinah replied to Harry as the two of them turned around to walk off, going side by side with each other.

'We're into place,' Diana thought. Jaime was there to back her up on mission support, and Hermione was going to chime in whenever she could, although she was not feeling too chatty tonight. That being said, she had her eyes locked onto the map with a razor sharp focus that was nearly terrifying.

Harry and Dinah made their way to the club in pretty much no time flat and they were able to slip their way inside past security unseen. Then again, given that these people were not the brightest bulbs in the bunch.

'Might want to set up a series of safe houses in the area, to make sure I can get around easier,' Harry thought.

'So you can get from point to point to point?' Peve asked.

'So one in every district in Gotham?' Lily asked.

'Pretty much yes,' Harry said as he had thought about it. 'And Hermione, yes I realize that I could teleport.'

'I wasn't going to bloody say anything!' Hermione protested.

'Of course,' Faora said dryly.

'Anyway, I realize that I could teleport, I refuse to call it what those moronic stick brandishers have dubbed it,' Harry thought.

'Besides, it does roll off the tongue a tad bit easier,' Daphne chimed in from afar. 'Come to think about it, we do come up with some really stupid names for some really silly concepts, you know what I mean?'

'Just figuring this out now?' Ginny asked and Daphne shook her head immediately.

'So, it's actually a sound plan,' Alura stated for after a few seconds.

'Getting from Point A to Point B, without being see, impressive, and…..well it's not like you're in any danger of being seen,' Lara thought.

'I know, not by the average person at least, but the government, don't know what the monitor, would prefer not to let them know that Harry Potter is Nightwing,' Harry thought. 'Otherwise they'd start asking other questions, questions about my origins, questions that I prefer not to be asked.'

'Fair enough,' Lily added, she could see where her son was coming from with this one and she sympathsized with his thoughts, believe me.

'I think we might have a good idea of how to set this up, Sersi and I,' Jaime thought and Sersi, who was in the same room as Jaime, Hermione, and Diana chimed in.

'All we need to do is broker the proper deal,' Sersi thought. 'Don't worry, I'll be able to get it done.'

'So are you at the fight club?' Diana asked.

'Yes, we are,' Dinah chimed in, as they just slipped into the crowd undetected. 'The preliminaries are still going on, not quite time for the main event yet.'

They could see a fight that was just in the process of wrapping up. There was a tall tattoed woman with red hair, dressed in a tight red top with black pants. She had a look of a killer in her eyes as she kept hammering away at her enemy, with a series of fluid jab punches. They were chained together one after another and she kept poking away to the best of her abilities. There was no question about it, she was double tough but her skills were a bit raw.

'She seems to fight like an untrained Amazon, all of the strength without the sense of style,' Diana piped in and that was a statement that was agreed by.

Her opponent was dressed in white, the material stretching over her body. She had dark eyes and silky hair although her eyes were just visible and they were focused. She dodged every attack in an attempt to tire her opponent out and it was swift skill.

'She fights like Nightshade's Elite Guard,' Harry commented. 'Although better trained but the same core mechanics are right there.'

'It's like a blunt instrument against a dancer, and she's wearing her opponent out, strength against style,' Jaime thought.

'Pretty much, yes,' Dinah agreed as she watched the battle wind down immediately. It seemed like the fight was hitting its stride.

Pulling themselves away from the combat, Black Canary and Nightwing slipped down to the basement, and he pulled out a device to set things up.

'This should blow the power if things get out of hand,' Harry informed her and she nodded.

'Yes, we don't want pretty much every thug in Gotham City to get a good view of us if things to get out of hand,' Dinah thought with a shudder as she watched Harry set up the device.

'I'll be able to access it at any time now,' Harry thought as he joined Dinah up at the top of the stairs right away. 'It will blow all of the electronics in the room….except for our equipment.'

'Clever,' Dinah thought with a smile as she joined Harry at the top of the stairs, which was winding and the blonde kept her eyes locked forward onto everything.

The fight wrapped up and Roulette was now at the podium, ready to introduction the action.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's the main event. Continuing his comeback trail, an old favorite, he is Ted "Wildcat" Grant!"

Wildcat entered the ring to some fanfare although it was of the type that the regulars in the club knew that he was going to be stuck into the ring and sentenced to die. He walked his walk to the ring, not even blinking. His gaze was razor sharp and steady and his arms crossed together. The look on his face showed that he was ready.

"And his opponent, he stands over seven feet tall, he weighs in tonight at a scale shattering three hundred and ninety two pounds, he is the one, the only, Waylon "Killer Croc" Jones!"

Ted looked up at this large man, with scaly skin, and a murderous look in his sickening yellow eyes. There were two words that he could speak when he realized what happened to his protégé and he realized what was about to happen to him.

"Oh shit."

Black Canary and Nightwing scoped things out from above, and needless to say they waited for the right moment although the right moment might have to come soon. This could go badly very quickly.

Grant was going to give it his all and he started to punch away at the Croc. His punches had no effect on Jones who laughed.

"Tickles," Jones taunted him as Wildcat dodged his outstretched arms and kicked him in the back of the legs several times.

It was a wise strategy, take down the legs, and every man was the same size as you, when flat on his back. It was something that anyone in a fight with a bigger man should employ. His legs were the weak spot.

At least that was the theory, but it was not sound. Croc nailed him with a huge punch to the face that rattled him. Grant's kneels buckled out from underneath him as Croc reared back and hammered him once again.

It was like getting hit full force with a sledgehammer. Croc bent down and wrapped his arms around Grant's waist with a massive bearhug and laughed before slamming him down to the ground.

Harry moved in right now, disabling the lights and then with the next movement, Nightwing and Black Canary repelled from the ceiling, landing gracefully on platforms on the top of the cage.

They bounced off to the ground and Harry could hear the footsteps that were approaching behind him. Ben Turner was up on his neck.

A haymaker punch was dodged as there was a panicked scramble as people tried to use their electronics but they were dead. Harry crouched down to avoid another punch and then reared back. He plucked one jab to the throat and knocked him out.

Roulette turned to Shiva, who watched unblinkingly from the shadows.

"Get Turner out of there, the Master has plans for him," Shiva whispered in her most deadly whisper and Roulette nodded.

Killer Croc looked away from the downed form of Wildcat with disinterest. He had seen the two entering the cage and they were much better prey than that old man.

"Spoiled anyway," Croc grunted as he punted the man into the side of the cage and caused him to fly into the cage.

Harry already broke up the cage and rushed at Jones with super speed. He reared his arm back and fired a rocket buster of a punch to his face. Magic might not work well with the quality of his hide.

It was much like a dragon, which Har-Zod did punch out once, before he messed up his CORE with the Hallows and had to wear the inhibitor watch. So, with his limited powers, he prepared to strike.

Croc flew back and landed on the ground. For a second, Harry thought that he was done but then Croc bounced back up. The creature gave an annoyed growl and back handed Harry, sending him crashing to the ground.

Harry winced; it hurt and with the watch on, it hurt even more. He once again got to his feet as Dinah joined him. She used momentum and physics to nail Croc with a blistering round house kick, rocking his head backwards.

The green eyed vigilante rushed in and kicked Croc in the back and Dinah nailed him with a dropkick from the front. It sent the large Croc man into the cage hard with a huge thunderous thump.

Dinah prepared to attack again but Shiva dropped down and tried to kick her head cleanly off. Black Canary dodged the attack, her heart pumping blood heavily as she looked around, twisting her gaze around as she looked over her shoulder.

She landed onto her feet sticking the attack perfectly and Shiva and Black Canary tried to attack each other. Both of them blocked their attacks and then Shiva tried to kick Dinah's leg out from underneath her but she ducked and slid behind her. A roundhouse kick was ducked by Canary and another one evaded with equal precision.

Dinah thought that she was in pretty good shape but this woman….well there was no question about it, she was just about as good as they came. She caught her with a couple of glancing blows to the ribs and staggered her.

Shiva moved in but Black Canary elbowed her in the face, grabbed her around the arm and tossed her to the ground. Shiva used her feet to block another assault from Canary and kicked her back.

The next thing Canary knew, Shiva's arm was wrapped around her throat and a knife was nearly at it. Canary decided to run up the cage to free herself from the grip and the momentum sent Shiva flying head over heels. She skillfully rolled to her feet and dodged a kick that would have sandwiched her head between Dinah's foot and the mesh of the cage.

She switched to Amazon fighting techniques that she picked up from Diana and this was something that threw her adversary off guard. She was grabbed in a half nelson and plowed down into the ground hard, as Dinah applied a leg scissors but Shiva managed to power out before she did too much damage.

Harry kept dodging Croc's sledgehammer like punches, he knew that if he got a direct hit on him, it would be trouble. Having been back handed once, Harry came to the conclusion that was not something that he would willingly want to repeat in the future. He kept dodging and weaving, and kept working around the attacks. His green eyes flowed with determination that few could ever match.

His glove was now turned on to the point where he would give Croc a shocking surprise. He reared back his hand and planted it in Croc's abdomen, doubling him over. The Croc Man was doubled over and pain filled through his eyes. He gave a howling yell as he tried to smash his hands down on the top of Harry's head but Harry dodged the attack.

"Son of a bitch," Croc yelled as Harry punched him in the kidneys. It was a sensitive spot for him and it made him agitated. "Stay still!"

It stung Croc, annoying the piss out of him. Harry wished he could adjust it to be a bit more long lasting but unfortunately, to avoid having his head bitten off, literally, he would have to make do with what he had to.

'Float like a butterfly…..' Amanda chimed in.

'Sting like a bee…..' Emily thought as she could see Harry nail Croc with a shot that was below the belt which enraged the beast even more.

'You can't touch him…..' Amanda continued.

'For he's Harry!' the twins continued to chime in.

'Well, hate to….bother you, but this one…..she's deadlier than I thought that she was,' Dinah thought as she was flung in the cage but she dodged the attempt that she was going to be taken out by.

'Same with the Croc, wonder how he would hold up to sonic attacks?' Harry thought as he jumped up onto the Croc's back and did a bell clapper to the ears, also while sending volts through his gloves.

Croc screamed out in agony.

'Don't know, might be something to test out but….' Dinah thought as she managed to use her opponent's hair to flip her over although she kipped back up and threw a pair of daggers at Dinah which she dodged. They flew through the cage and likely some bystander got a very deadly souvenir.

'She knows a lot of fighting styles, including several styles that Batman and I know, fighting styles like those used from the League of Shadows,' Dinah said. 'So how do you know it?'

'Nyssa taught Harrison, she was a former League Member,' Harry said, at least that was the official story that he got. 'But I know a couple of fighting styles really well that she doesn't, Amazon Fighting and Horu-Kanu so it might be…"

'Switch?' Dinah suggested.

'Yes, switch on three,' Harry agreed as they were back to back immediately. 'One, two, three.'

Harry flipped over Dinah and came face to face with Lady Shiva. The kicks and punches flew at a rapid fire flurry and Harry could tell that she stepped up her game to an entirely new level. The action was fast and furious as each fired a rapid fire barrage of punches and kicks but Shiva was thrown off from the new tweaks in combat that was thrown against her. She thought that she had seen every fighting style known to man.

She was wrong.

The woman went for a punch immediately but Harry dodged it and held it off to the side.

She still had fight left in her as Harry held her arm, clutching it in an armbar. He then hooked the other arm, and forced her to the ground. This caused the dagger that she had tried to withdraw to slide from her hand and land onto the ground with a clatter.

Harry could sense Dinah go in and it was Canary Cry time. Fortunately, Harry appropriated ear protection in the form of invisible earplugs.

Croc dropped to his knees and for the briefest second, it appeared to work. That was until Croc reared his head back and howled to the heavens, his growls becoming more prominent as he flew into a blinding bezerker style rage. His arms flew around dangerously as he went on the attack.

Harry dropped Shiva and then he took a huge punch from Croc that obviously would have hit her full on. He suffered a nasty gash as Croc impacted the side of his armor.

'Harry!' Diana yelled and there were several more yells. 'Are you….'

'Fine, at least fine enough to still walk,' Harry grunted as he watched Croc go after Dinah, all sense of reason, what little there has been, having been lost. Croc tried to grab onto her, but Dinah ran up the cage and then leapfrogged over him. He rattled the arena as he hit the cage hard.

Dinah looked at Harry, who was staggered from the attack.

Shiva, seeing the potential threat, decided to intercede.

Croc screamed as he felt six attacks in blinding fury before his brain could even process the first. Something stabbed into his body, slicing through his tendons. The beast dropped to the ground, completely disabled.

'There, I think that we're done,' Harry thought as Wildcat half staggered to his feet, although he collapsed down on the ground. 'I can walk, help….SON OF A BITCH!'

Gunshots could be heard from coming outside the club as the doors burst open. A group of masked thugs took advantage of the cover of darkness to enter the arena and pick off some potential competition. Gunshots were fired into the crowd and Molotov Cocktails flew through the air.

"BLOODY HELL!"

There was an explosion as a squat fat man ran for cover, with his bodyguards covering his body as he made his way out of the box. Rupert Thorne was left there to hold the bag so to speak.

One of the cocktails hit the bar and it exploded, with Patrick Sullivan combusting right before everyone's very eyes. He gave a hideous scream of agony at the flames as they attacked him.

Black Mask walked into the arena and directed traffic but then he looked to the center of the ring, Black Canary and Nightwing were in his crosshairs, right in the middle of everything.

"Kill those fucking bastards!" Black Mask barked and his men began to fire on the cage.

Black Canary and Nightwing knew that this could be an ugly situation as everyone would notice their position now that Black Mask pointed it out. Croc actually proved to be a halfway decent shield although he was not even harmed by the bullets.

"You son of a bitch, I'll eat you!" Croc grunted as he ripped apart the cage in his attempt to get at those bastards who were fighting him. He was still staggered by that woman disabling him.

'We better leave,' Dinah thought, although to be honest, that was a statement that pretty much went without saying.

Shiva was gone and Croc was escaping into the chaos, which actually gave Black Canary and Nightwing a pretty good cover.

Harry threw a smoke bomb up into the air, which gave them cover. They could see through the smoke.

"Bring down the house," Harry told her and Dinah did not need any telling twice. She unleashed her Canary Cry, it was ear shattering to say the very least and it brought the entire Fight Club down, at least enough where they could escape.

Grabbing Wildcat, they repelled up to the ceiling as it was crumbling down. They could see that Black Mask was ordering his men not to let them escape.

"IF YOU DON'T KILL THEM, I'LL FUCKING PUT YOU UNDERNEATH A PARKING LOT!"

They were long gone, having reached a roof top across the way.

The insanity had died down as Dinah and Harry brought Wildcat back to Grant's Gym and he was a bit surly.

"Could have handled myself in there well enough," Grant grumbled but that was more than an attempt to save face more than anything else.

Diana, Penny, and Alfred were brought along and the significance of Alfred was explained to Harry the moment that he got in the door.

'Even though I have magical training with healing and some mundane, Uncle Alfred's a trained combat medic and a surgeon so I figured that it would be the best to bring him along,' Penny thought.

"Are you sure….."

"Don't worry Mr. Grant, I'm used to discretion," Alfred said without another word. He had more secrets than every government agency combined it seemed and he walked over, to try and see what he could do for the surly Wildcat, who was hunched over, his injuries extremely prominent all things considered.

Grant pulled himself away, he grumbled that he could walk on his own two feet and Harry was more than inclined to let him, just to get it out of his system. He only grudgingly accepted the fact that he might need some medical attention after what happened, so he slumped himself down onto the chair and allowed Alfred to take a prompt look at him, with Penny offering her input.

Diana joined Dinah and Harry to give them a quick going over, helping them out of their armor and changing them into their street clothes in a changing room off to the side.

'Get that diagnostic spell running so I can take a look at them when I'm done over here,' Penny told Diana and Diana got right to work, agreeable to that fact. She started to scan Harry and Dinah.

'That's very curious…metas are registered as squibs on the spell,' Diana thought.

'Harrison is looking into that by the way, but it's not that high on the list of the hundreds of projects that he's working on,' Daphne chimed in.

'Fair enough,' Harry said as he groaned and allowed Diana to give him a pretty good going over. There was a few seconds where the wizard kept looking on.

'I think we're all as busy as hell anyway,' Jaime thought and there was no reason not to agree with that point.

"So tonight…..?" Dinah asked.

"Left us with far more questions than answers I think," Harry said as he was not too happy about being left in the dark for any reason.

'Yes, I'd imagine so,' Karen thought, her head was buzzing as she tried to piece together everything that happened but she was honestly grasping at straws just as much as everyone else was.

'Well at least we put a stop to things and brought the house down,' Dinah suggested, trying to put a positive spin onto things. 'Even though…..yeah even though everything kind of got FUBARed afterwards.'

'That's just what happens, I guess,' Harry thought as he thought about it. 'Black Mask showing up again, Croc leaving up into the night, and that woman….'

'Lady Shiva,' Nyssa piped in carefully as she jumped into the bond link. 'She heads up one of the factions of the League, it splintered after the timely death of the Demon Head. Shiva and the Monkey Clan are one of the top factions out there and…..well I'll be honest, she's a woman that's shrouded in mystery. I doubt that even Ra's Al Ghul knew any more than what she allowed him to know and what she allowed him to know may have been a fairly accurate fabrication never the less.'

'Well at least we know that she's out there, and to be on the look out for her,' Dinah concluded.

'There will be other clubs even though we took this one down,' Harry thought and there was a smile. 'Of course, I think that I can make their lives a bit harder, all it takes is leaking the right story to the press. With the cops involved, it shouldn't be too hard to put the pressure on them.'

'Seems to be like you've got something in mind,' Diana thought but Harry smiled one of his mysterious smiles.

The next evening arrived, and Harry never was late for a date, especially when that date was with a beautiful woman.

He went to Sapphire's apartment to pick her up and he knocked on the door. It only took a moment for her to answer but Harry thought that it was really worth the wait. The door pushed open to reveal her standing there in a tight form fitting white dress that hugged every single curve that she had to offer. Her blonde hair was tied back to show her beautiful face. Her shining blue eyes looked at him and her lips were done up with the right shade of lipstick. Her plunging neckline showed a decent amount of cleavage, and the dress stopped at the mid-thigh area. It showed her lovely legs, along with a pair of high heel shoes.

"You look beautiful, Sapphire," Harry told her.

Sapphire smiled as she saw the stylish tuxedo, custom made, that Harry was wearing. She gave him a good looking over, although if she was honest, that tuxedo would look a lot better laying on the floor while she was on top of Harry in bed but that time was come.

"You don't look too bad yourself," Sapphire said with a smile as she offered her arm and Harry took it. "Shall we?"

"We shall," Harry replied as he lead the young socialite outside, where they descended the steps to Harry's waiting car, a snazzy looking convertible.

"Very nice," Sapphire said and whether or not she was talking about the car or something else, Harry did not know.

"Found a nice place ,really close by," Harry said.

Sapphire smiled, if Harry was talking about the place she thought that he was talking about, than the service here did not come cheap. Believe her, she did appreciate all of the effort he went to in bringing her here.

The happy couple drove up and made their way to the restaurant, and then sat down, as they waited to be served. Some light conversation was made in the car and on their way up.

"So, I get that impression that your father doesn't like me," Harry commented idly.

Sapphire smiled at him. "Well….he doesn't care about you personally, it's just your politics….it resembles a threat to the way he does business. And I'll be honest, that's the reason why I got the apartment away from him. There are some things that he gets up to that I'm pretty much better off not knowing."

"I'm sure," Harry replied to the blonde as she leaned back, putting her arms around the back of her head and turned her head from one side to the next. She blew her hair from her face.

"Besides, the way you brought the RAO Corporation into the forefront, becoming one of the top new companies in years, and how you used your power in Wayne Industries to bring it to the forefront with a public offering, it's hard not to admire it, or even be scared about it," Sapphire said as she smiled at Harry. "And the way you undercut Earle, Kane, and that bastard Luthor….well my father might be a bit concerned and I think at the same time, grudgingly impressed that you have gone so far so soon. You're an actual real threat and you've changed the game, but are we really going to talk about Daddy all night?"

"Well, no, I don't think that's a subject worthy of much more conversation than what we had," Harry said and Sapphire smiled as she licked her soft pink lips. "So what was your childhood like?"

"Well given who I am, I got into one of the most premier academies for girls in the country, although I proved when I got there that I deserved to be there, getting some of the top marks in my year," Sapphire said. "I actually spent a fair bit of my years outside of Gotham City, believe it or not, but I was born here. I think that after my mother died, my father had become more married to his business, and decided to send me off. If I was out of sight and out of mind most of the time, he could focus, but that made me cherish the place that I was born even more. And I knew that I was always going to come back to Gotham City."

"It does grow on you in some way," Harry said.

"Yes, it's not the cleanest place in the world, crime wise, but I think that it's home to a lot of people and they'd love it in spite of the fact that it's a hazard sometimes to live in," Sapphire said and she smiled. "I think that you know that better than anyone."

"Yes," Harry agreed.

"One day, Stagg Industries will be in my hands and I want to be ready, there have been so many rich heirs and heiresses who get the family company and tank it within years, I won't be one of them," Sapphire said firmly with a bold inflection to her face. "That's why I went to GCU….well that and who wouldn't pass up an opportunity to study alongside Harry Fucking Potter?"

"Well, I can't argue any of those points," Harry said as the two of them laughed.

"You're someone who makes an impression on most people who you meet, and certainly most females," Sapphire said with a smile as they were served. The food here was top of the line, and given the price that people had to pay to get served, it better have been.

They ate their meal, making some more light talk and Sapphire tried some of the wine. She thought that she would do something daring tonight and after a couple of sips, she smiled and leaned over towards Harry, whispering to him in his ear hotly.

"I'm not wearing any panties tonight, by the way."

Harry was intrigued by that and Sapphire held her fork up but it slipped out of her hand.

"Oops," Sapphire said with a saucy smile and she slowly bent over immediately, as Harry could see a small, but sadly all too brief, hint of what laid underneath her dress. It offered enough mystery where he wanted to see more.

"So, did you have enough to eat?" Harry asked with a smile.

"Well, I could always go for some dessert, but I'm sure that we can handle that when you take me back home," Sapphire said with a bright smile on her face and Harry got the hint loud and clear, he would be pretty dense if he didn't.

Harry paid the meal, leaving them a handsome tip for the excellent service. Sapphire lead the way, swaying her ass all of the way as the material rode up.

He opened the door and Sapphire slunk inside immediately. She looked at Harry who joined her on the driver's side.

"Soooo….how good are you at multi-tasking?" Sapphire asked.

"I think I'm an expert at it," Harry said as she placed her hand on his lap with a smoldering gaze in her eyes.

"Just start driving," Sapphire said as she started to unbuckle Harry's pants.

Harry kept his eyes firmly on the steering wheel as he felt Sapphire's hand grip around his tool.

Sapphire's eyes widened as she saw his huge tool and she slowly stroked it. It grew in her hand. Her lithe hand struggled to wrap around it, so she used both of her hands to stroke him up and down, as Harry managed to concentrate enough to drive down the road.

'I'm obviously not making it hard enough on him,' she thought and without another thought, she bent her head down.

Harry closed his eyes for a brief second, although he snapped back in reality. Sapphire's hot mouth went down onto the base of his cock as she slowly bobbed up and down, working up an intense amount of momentum.

Sapphire gagged for a brief second as she brought the tip of his huge cock into the back of her mouth. Determined, she grabbed onto his hips, sinking her nails into them and she bobbed her head again. She took him deep into her throat and reached one of her hands down, firmly clenching his balls.

She had never thought that sucking cock would be so good but she would have to do it every day and twice on Sundays with Harry. The blonde kept bobbing her head up and down, her head looking like an extremely prominent blur as she went down on him. She had her eyes closed tightly as she brought his length so far down into her throat that she thought that she was going to choke on him for a moment.

Hanging onto his balls, Sapphire kept working him over, and the blonde's throat tightened around him. Her lips smacked against the base of him hard and she slowly brought her tongue around, licking up and down his amazing shaft.

Her chin rested on his balls as she rocked herself back and forth, up and down, and continued to bring his massive length so far deep into her throat that she thought that she was going to choke on him.

"Mmm," Sapphire moaned.

Harry was that good that he was able to drive straight, and he managed to get to her parking lot immediately.

"We're….here," Harry grunted immediately and Sapphire gave Harry a few more bobs of his cock, and then pulled away.

"I know, just getting warmed up," Sapphire breathed as she tucked Harry back in, although the prominent bulge was obvious.

With a swift movement, Harry scooped the luscious blonde up and then marched her into her apartment. Sapphire was so burning with lust that she did not question the apartment door swinging open on its own accord as he marched her up to the stairs.

"My bedroom's to the right," she said saucily as she licked her lips, savoring the taste of his cock and she imagined it inside her. That got her wetter yet.

Harry walked her over to the bed and placed her down. She closed her eyes and he pulled her dress up.

"Well, you're right," Harry said as he saw her shaven mound, which dripped with arousal for him. The green eyed wizard grinned widely, as he placed his finger in her dripping slit and started to rub her.

Sapphire closed her eyes to coo with delight as Harry worked her over. She had never felt this good and she could imagine his tongue in her.

Imagination gave way to reality as Harry's tongue entered her pussy and she moaned as he buried himself deep into her. The blonde closed her eyes immediately as she lifted her hips, so he could get better access.

"HARRY!" Sapphire shrieked as it was almost like his tongue was growing inside her and burying deep into her insides.

That's because it was, thanks to the gifts that he had from bonding with Nym. His tongue was so long that it was up against her and Sapphire grabbed onto the back of his head.

He was sucking up her amazing juices and she squealed beneath him. The blonde was a sex kitten to the highest degree and Harry looked up to see her nipples poking out from the top part of her dress.

"Oh, fuck," Sapphire squealed once more and Harry licked her insides as he brought her to an orgasm, the first of many.

Harry looked up and Sapphire dove onto Harry, wrapping her arms and her legs around him. Grinning, the green eyed wizard turned around, and Sapphire kissed Harry firmly on the lips, her tongue ramming into his mouth.

She tasted herself and she tasted pretty damn good if she had to admit that. Harry's hands explored her body as she straddled him.

Sapphire pulled away as she pulled his shirt off and admired his sculpted muscles. The blonde socialite traced her fingers across them and started to slowly kiss the side of his neck and then go down to his nipples, sucking on them hard.

She traced her efforts down to his abdomen immediately, and then slowly unbuckled his belt, and once again pulled out his cock.

Sapphire stroked it a couple more times, it felt like an iron bar that was growing on her hand.

"May I ride you?" Sapphire asked, with a kind of sweet politeness that was almost endearing. This was her first time, so she did not want to mess it up for both of them.

"By all means, here let me get you started," Harry said as he held her up by his strong hands and her arousal drips.

She didn't have any resistance from horseback riding but she never had anything this powerful between her legs. The blonde temptress felt Harry's cock enter her body.

She felt a few seconds of pain as her walls accommodated his girth entering her and then more pleasure then she could ever realize. The blonde's mind was completely blown as she sank down onto Harry's cock, his balls resting against her backside.

Now that she was used to the monster inside her, Sapphire prepared to ride Harry like there was no tomorrow. The blonde rocked up onto his cock and then slammed down onto her. The blonde was really going to town on him now.

"Keep it up, oh yes," Harry grunted as she worked around her.

"Feels so good," she panted, as she got wetter each time his cock slid out of her and then slid back into her. She was seeing stars and Harry reached up.

He cupped her breasts and she gave a light whimper. The moment that he cupped them harder, her whimper got even louder. The moment that he buried his face between then and started sucking them, she screamed out loud.

"YES, YES, OH FUCK YES!" Sapphire moaned as Harry's tongue lavished her breasts. She swore that he was so talented that it was almost illegal. Not that the blonde was complaining.

Harry felt her slick walls hug him tightly. When the girl orgasmed, she orgasmed hard, and it was like a warm velvet vice around his cock as it tugged on him. She sunk her hips down onto him once again.

Her breasts tasted lovely as well. Harry savored the taste as he licked them.

"Oh….ah….that's the spot," Sapphire breathed as he nibbled on her breast and that caused erotic energy to explode through her body. The blonde never thought that she would feel this good, as she clamped down onto him.

"I know how to hit the right buttons of my girls, am I right?" Harry asked as he slowly went behind her and cupped her ass, pinching it lightly. That caused her to clench his rod.

"YES!" Sapphire screamed in response as his cock slid in and out of her as she rode him rather hard.

His balls tightened after a time and it sent a volley of cum into her tight chambers. He rocketed cum so far into her body that it leaked from her.

"I want this," Sapphire moaned as she slid off, getting on her hands and knees. Harry smiled as she gave him the invite. "I want you to take me in my ass."

She wiggled her rump at Harry and it swayed, very hypnotically from one side to the next. That caused Harry's cock to get extremely hard and he was up against her ass, about ready to enter her. The blonde's eyes closed shut.

"I'm going to take you in your ass, are you ready?" Harry asked her.

"YES!" Sapphire yelled as she bit down on her lip.

Harry buried his cock into her, holding onto her sweaty back, and she screamed as his cock entered her ass. His magical powers made it a more pleasurable experience than it would be normally and she was squealing at the top of her lungs as he pounded her ass.

"I….I….fuck me….harder!" she moaned immediately and Harry rammed her, taking her from behind harder and harder. The blonde was squealing underneath him.

"Damn, you like it hard, don't you?" Harry asked.

"Yes, I like it very rough," she agreed as she fingered her pussy as Harry worked on her .Soon she was replaced by Harry's fingers and immediately, she screamed as it felt like he sent jolts of energy into her body which caused her to come harder each time.

"Like me pounding your ass?" Harry asked and she whimpered as Harry drilled her from behind, his cock buried between her tight cheeks.

Sapphire nodded furiously, she felt like she could do this all night long, his cock in her ass, sometimes in her pussy, in her mouth, between her tits, between her feet, anywhere Harry wanted to stick it, she would take it.

She was a slave to this cock and she did not want to give it up.

"Oh pound me like the whore I am," Sapphire yelled at the top of her lungs as Harry continued to saw away in her ass like he owned it and she just said that he did.

"Whose whore are you?" Harry asked.

"HARRY FUCKING POTTER!" she shrieked as she came on the sheets. Her entire body heated up as he alternated between rubbing her tits and rubbing her pussy.

It did not matter where he put his hands because it felt amazing all the way around.

"Oh, oh, take me, oh yes baby," Sapphire moaned as her cum kept leaking, staining her sheets but she didn't care. She was having the time of her life. "Daddy would have a fucking stroke if he could see me now, being fucked in my ass with suck a large….oh fuck….oh keep it up."

She had her mind so blown that she thought that she was going to explode. Harry clutched onto her waist, going to town around her. The blonde's tight anal cavity went around his cock as he pushed deep into her ass.

Harry's balls tightened and he came into her. He sent a load of cum into her ass.

Sapphire collapsed down onto the bed, and cuddled into Harry's chest, with a lust ridden smile on her face. It was obvious that she was ready for another round as soon as Harry could accommodate her.

Sapphire rode Harry over and over again long into the night, sometimes he rode her, until he left her in bed wet and sore, but it was worth it.

"So Rachel, are you doing anything….."

Carl Finch, the District Attorney in Gotham City, had continued his unsuccessful crusade to try and hit on DA Rachel Dawes. Unfortunately for him, she was not so easy to get interested in him, in fact, she was not interested in him at all.

"I'm busy, Carl," Rachel said as she walked forward, she had a razor sharp focus of her job, and several other factors. Ever since her experience with the fear gas, she had been an entirely new woman, and the names Bruce Wayne, Harvey Dent, and Harry Potter had been on her mind, as she had been taken a closer look at them, before she made her decision on how to proceed next.

There was also another thing that distracted her and she knew that evidence did not grow legs and walk away, as it seemed to be the case with the Falcone and Sionis evidence. Both of them should have been put away for an extremely long time but they kept walking the streets, scum that they were.

"Right, busy," Carl muttered as he decided to return to his desk, the midnight oils were being burned and he barely even had time to register what happened as Rachel got her things and made her way out just like that.

'Long fucking night,' Carl thought to himself as he clung onto the side of his desk and decided to walk off to pour himself a cup of coffee. He was going to need it if he wanted to survive through the evening.

He picked up the cup and there was a sinister whistling that caused him to perk up, or rather the hairs on his neck were going to stand up. He turned his head and he looked into the shadows and muttered one thing off into the distance.

"Hello?"

There was nothing there and one thing was for sure, if there was nothing there, than he might have been paranoid.

Carl decided to leave the area, heading down the stairs to City Hall proper. After the night he had, he might as well pack it in, as the cup of coffee did not even

He exited toward a set of doors as his heart thumped against the back of his chest. He walked out and there was a foreboding scene out in Gotham City, even for Gotham City, and that was saying something. He placed his hand on the edge of the door and paused as he could hear something behind him.

There was a figure in the shadows and Carl Finch slowly turned on his spot, looking at his adversary. There were a pair of beady looking eyes that looked at him like he was a particularly big steak.

"Who's there?" Carl demanded as he stared down the enemy in the shadows.

"Tell me, Mr. Finch, have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?"

Sickening grin was the last thing that Finch saw before the man fired several shots. One pierced his heart, the other pierced his head.

The sound of gunshots alerted people nearby, the caretaker of a nearby school being the first on the scene but by the time he reached there, the gunman had gone off into the night, without a trace.

"Just make sure to cover everything, I don't want anything getting traced back to me!" Rupert barked over the phone and then he felt a draft behind him. "Just get it done and I'll call you back."

Thorne had assumed that he had shut the window and he got up on his feet.

A gloved hand grabbed Thorne around the arm and roughly pulled him up immediately. The large man tried to reach for the button to call security, but he could not quite reach it.

"Did you really think that you would get away with that?"

Thorne was going to take a long trip up and a very short hard trip down as he smashed onto his obnoxiously large desk. His back cracked against the desk as it collapsed underneath his girth with a grimace and he grunted as he looked up but the figure appeared to be gone.

"You can't do this to me!"

"Given what you tried to pull tonight, you're pretty lucky that you're just getting off this easily," the figure in the shadows said as Thorne had seen him, a slight glimpse of him. He had the glowing green eyes of a demon and Thorne came precious inches away from having heart failure because his eyes was all that Thorne saw despite a distinct black shape.

"LET ME GO!" Thorne demanded as he was marched outside of the balcony outside of his office, after being slammed through the closed window even though there was one perfectly opened window. It was a long way down and Thorne half expected that he would be making a completely nasty splat on the sidewalk below. "You won't get away with this!"

There was no answer and no answer chilled Thorne's bones more so than any answer might have. He was hooked from a gargoyle, a rope suspending him up by his belt. The gargoyle and the rope strained underneath his weight as the wind blew Thorne back and forth like a grotesque pendulum.

Thorne did not look down, he knew better, he knew that his heart would not be able to take it. The glowing eyes of the person looked at him.

"You better hope that holds until morning. I wouldn't move much if I were you. Your next move could be your last."

Thorne's fat ass hung there until the custodian found him in the morning.