“So whattya think is in there?”
“Well if its anything like the last three warehouses we hit, plenty of good shit.”
“Yeah, I could use a new HD TV!”
The three thugs continued to talk among themselves as they crowbared the doors to the abandoned warehouse. “So how do you hench for anyway?”
“Riddler. And believe me I’m fuckin’ sick of it. He keeps leaving our payments in fucking deaddrops and we gotta solve some sudoku from hell to even find’em!”
“Jesus, at least you dont work for Joker. I swear anyone who joins up with him’s got a death wish.”
“Plus clown makeup makes me break out. Say, I haven’t seen him at all tonight.”
“Word is the bat’s crew got him during that Arkham break out.”
“Well if so, great. Just leaves more of Gotham for the rest of us, am I right?”
“Hell yeah! Now what the hell’s even in here?”
The thugs looked around, the warehouse was dark, but htere was an assload of running computers, and air conditioners. One enterprsing thug began tearing off components.
“Jesus its fuckin’ cold in here. They storin’ meat in here?”
“Nah nah, look, behind here. There’s somethin big!”
Behind another set of doors was a massive glass tube, glowing with blue light. Inside, they could see the silhouette of a human being.
One thug paused, realization dawning on hsi face. “Wait… wait wait wait SHIT! I know who’s place this is, we gotta get out of here!”
He had turned to run, but stopped dead when he was suddenly hit by a beam of blue. His entire lower half had been frozen solid.
The loud thud of metal boots echoed through the warehouse as Mister Freeze came in to view, red lensed goggles staring at them impassively.
He raised his freeze gun. “When breaking in to places you shouldn’t, you should be prepared to face a cold reception.”
Screams were muffled out by the sound of flash freezing.
Freeze stepped aside the frozen thugs, and placed a hand gently on the tube. “Don’t worry Nora. I shall not let anything disturb you.”
He stepped away to check what damage the interlopers had done. Freeze had little interest in the war for Gotham. All that mattered to him was Nora, and sho he stood in silent vigil over her. His brows wrinkled when he inspected one of the looted computer systems. Their interfering had damaged an important component of the life support system he had set up for Nora. A chill ran through him.
He would need to go and find replacement parts immediately. And woe betide any hero or villain who stood in his path.
As he left the warehouse, he remembered the bizarre and ridiculous rumor being spread around the Gotham underground. The justice league had not just dissappeared, they had been transformed. Body’s completely reborn as youthful females. He paused to observe Nora in her tank.
He brushed aside the thought and moved on.
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In another part of Gotham, another neutral player was dealing with invaders of their own.
Poison Ivy stared down the thugs captured in her vines. They’d been trying to sneak in to her lair and were caught by the vanguard shrubbery. She considered feeding them to her giant pirahna plant, but thought better of it. Dead thugs could draw the bat’s attention, and she’d been trying to stay off the rader.
Ever since she had gotten that dressing down from Swamp Thing, the living plant elemental, she’d been trying to, if not exactly turn a new leaf, at least keep a reign on her violence and hatred of the world. She’d mainly only been stealing necessary gardening supplies, fighting against deforestation, smaller things that would keep her off of the big hero’s watch lists.
Which is why she was feeling very resentful from everything trying to drag her in to this shitstorm of a villain-scheme. She just wanted to tend to her plants and be left alone.
Harley had visited a little while ago, distraught. She’d asked if Ivy had seen the Joker at all tonight, or had any idea where the Bat could have taken him. Ivy replied honestly, and curtly. Frankly she thought her and the Joker getting separated was in the poor girl’s best interest. She told Harley should should probably just stay here with her and wait out this mess, but she insisted on searching for him.
Poor girl.
She was just about to start tending to her roses when the sound of crashing glass aleted her to a green glowing rock that had fallen in from the ceiling.
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Gentleman Ghost laughed as the policeman’s bullets passed through his body without harm, scooping up jewels and necklaces from the smashed counter.
“My apologies, but you’ll find that the laws of the living have little meaning to the dead! I must be off, Gotham’s finest, for a good heist waits for no man, alive or dead! Haahaahaaa!”
He was interrupted mid cackle by an arrow sailing right through the invisible space where his head would be. “I say. Rude to interrupt, Green Arrow! I admire your classical stylings, but you’ll find arrows do little more than bullets to me!”
A second arrow struck his shoulder, and he roared in sudden agony. “WHAT?”
“Now did you really think I wouldn’t come into a mess like this without packing a few nth-metal arrows, would you?”
A third arrow struck the criminal phantom’s monocle, shattering it.
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Caitlyn felt a rush of excitement fighting alongside Catwoman. Every successful acrobatic take-down earned a glance of approval and interest from the leather clad cat burglar, and it was driving Cait’s slutty side up the wall. She was embarrassed to be so craven when fighting to save gotham city, but the shame was only furthering her arousal.
“Hey Catwoman, check this move out! HeeeeYAH!” Se cried, before leaping in the air, twirling like a top and kicking two thugs in the face at once.
Catwoman smirked, whip currently wrapped around the neck of Calander Man. “Nice one Bat Kitten~ You know, as much fun I’ve had playing with you in the past, there’s just something refreshing about the new you.”
She sauntered up behind Batbrat and gently stroked her neck and shoulders. “Maybe this time, we can go further than just holding eachother in our arms and feeling conflicted, hm?”
“Hnnnnnnn…” Whined Cait pitifully. “Catwomannn… T-this is really hard to keep a handle on! We gotta save it for when Gotham is safe, pleeaaase!”
Catwoman giggled, happy her teasing was so effective. God she could just eat this new Bat up. “Hmm, okay. But make sure to keep an eye on me, or I just might steal something valuable…” She quickly turned Caitlyn’s head around and planted a peck on her lips. “Like that~”
Batbrat’s face turned bright red as she squeaked in embarrassment and lust.
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Iris Allen stretched out on the couch, taking a breather. Her little Bridget was just a glutton for “punishment”, and iris needed a break before she could keep up with her super-powered little submissive.
Idly, she flipped on the TV, only to see news coverage of the chaos in Gotham. Oh crap.
“BRIDGETT! HONEY! COME HERE!”
In a split second Bridget was beside her, still wearing her rope harness. “What is it Auntie? Did you find the ball gag?”
Iris shook her head. “No honey, the news! Look!”
Bridgett gasped. “Oh gosh! Caitlyn! Honey, I gotta-“
Iris smiled and nodded. “Its fine honey. You get there fast as you can.”
Bridgett beamed, and suddenly vibrated fast enough to phase out of the harness, and form a fresh costume of out pure speedforce. It was basically a bikini top and very low cut exercise pants, along with a darling little mask with lightning bolts coming up off the sides.
“I’ll be back as soon as possible Iris, I promise!” She said, winking, then zooming out the door.
It was only halfway out to Gotham that she realized she had left the vibrating egg stuff up her pussy.
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Killer Croc snarled as he tried to crush Vixen under a tossed boulder. “A pretty thing like you should know not to play with monsters like me, you’re liable to get BITTEN!”
Vixen dodged with a rabbit-like jump. “And you should know not to underestimate an animal just because its pretty.”
She leaped onto his shoulder, channeled the power of a gator, and gave him a taste of his own medicine.
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“BURN! BURN! ALL OF GOTHAM WILL FUCKING BURN! HAAAHAAHAAAHAAA!” Screamed Firefly as she flew through the city streets, spraying flame with abandoned.
A blast of atomic energy sent him crashing to the ground.
Firestorm gritted his teeth as he blasted baddy after baddy.
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Nightwing flew foot first into the face of the hulking Super criminal, but was immediately bounced back, as if he’d tried to hit a five foot thick wall of rubber. Wich he basically did.
Dick groaned. Rubberneck. “We’ve got -Plastic Man’s- rogues now? God.
The massive grey-skin rubber clad villain chuckled menacingly. He was dumb as a sack of rubber bricks, but even he knew that smashing Nightwing would earn him some major respect among his villain peers.
He raised his fists to pound Nightwing into the ground, but soon found his own relation with the ground becoming tenuous as he was sucked up into the air in a red whirlwind. “Rrruuaaauuaaauuaaaa!” He blurted out nauseously as the constant spinning took its toll.
Half a minute later, he plummeted to the ground, completely pacified.
“Thanks for the save Tornado.”
“It is no problem Nightwing. I believe we should hurry to Smith street, there appears to be a larger congregation of criminals there.”
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Tim brought the Bird Cycle to a stop. He’d finally made it into gotham, but now the road was littered with abandoned cars and rubble. They’d hit this area hard. Annie was still clinging hard to his back, the doll creature limply hanging on without a care.
“Okay, we’re going to have to make it on foot for now. Stay close to me. If i give you the signal to hide, do it as fast as you can. I want to get you guys somewhere safe, but theres people in need of rescue, so just hold on for now and I’ll try to keep you out of danger.
Annie nodded, giving him one last squeeze before disembarking. As scary as the situation is, holding on to him as he rode felt so wonderful. It left this thrilling feeling thrumming throughout her body.
The doll looked at the scene of destruction with a concerned expression. “Like… whoa. This is some major bad vibes. Yo, bike dude, I’ll like, scout out ahead for ya!”
“What? Wait, you don’t need to put yourself in danger!”
“Nah, I feel like I oughtta help. We’re all like, groovin on this crazy earth together right? Oughtta help my sisters and brothers, i mean, you know.” She said, shrugging. With a grin and a leap, she was clambering about the skyline with bizarre grace.
Tim looked at the creature fading from view, perplexed. Maybe she was more of an asset to the superhero cause than he had thought…
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Caitlyn crept along the factory rooftop. From her detective-vision scanners, she had detected a lot of activity around this building in particular. Probably one of the movement’s base of operations. She and Catwoman had already taken out the guards on the roof, and Cait was preparing to do one of her trademark skylight entrances.
Before she could however, another costumed lady had leaped onto the rooftop.
“So I see you’re keeping busy.” Said Huntress.
Cait groaned in sudden re-remembered shame. “Oh gawd, Huntress.” She took a deep breath and stepped forwards. “Okay. First of all, I am SO SORRY about last night! I was fully stuck in bimbo-land and was just a horrible brat, and I wouldn’t have let you get hurt if I had any idea I was doing, and If I could take it back I swear I would because I’m SO-“ She was actually getting a little teary eyed as she tried to apologize. God she was so emotional lately!
Huntress held up a hand to stop her. “God, stop it already it’s fine. Dick explained the situation already. Deathstroke got a few hits in but we gave him the slip. If you’re back to yourself… mostly, than I wont hold a grudge.”
She looked at Catwoman. “So what is this, a new Birds of Prey thing going on?”
Catwoman shook her head. “Just sticking together for a while. Care to join us for some head-knocking?”
Huntress raised her crossbow. “Nah I thought I’d just spend the night at home getting some reading down. Make your entrance Bats.”
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Ivy coughed, particles of fragrant plant pheromones shaking from her hair. She had touched that rock and suddenly everything went black. She looked at herself in the reflective glass in her greenhouse in surprise. She was so young now!
Her leafy leotard had dissapeared, and now she was just clad in a few strategically placed leafy vines, with actual flowers blooming over her nipples. She giggled at the naughty sight.
“Oooh! I’m such a pretty flower!” She giggled. Happy little daisies sprouted amongst her hair and she giggled even more. Oh it felt ever so lovey-dovey being a pretty plant! She wasn’t a nasty-wasty meat eating animal, nopity nope!
Frustrations and conflict faded out of her mind like bubbles popping. Flowers shouldn’t be meanies! They should be pretty and smell nice and make everyone happy!
A sudden tingly juicy hungry feeling stirred in her cunny, and she troked her petals wantonly. “Oh dear! Oh wont some lovely honeybee come pollinate me? Heehee!”
She sighed happily as she mentally commanded a giant vine to come and stuff her silly. “Oooh! Yes! I love my pretty little garden so much!”
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Cy watched as Diani hungrily scarfed down food like a woman possessed. it was freaky, but also kinda hot. Especially when she started masturbating with a cucumber apropos of nothing. But then she started noticing something -very- strange.
“Uh, Di?” She said timidly.
Si snorted. “WHAT? I’m EATING!”
“You look kinda.. kinda off.”
Di snorted derisively. “What? I always look PERFECT Cy. What the hell are you, snrrrk, talking about”
She looked in the mirror, and the ensuing scream rang through the whole neighborhood.
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Cait dove through the glass, right on top of an unfortunate thug, and then knocked out the next three with deftly tossed batarangs. “Alright you punks! The hammers of justice are here, and you’re all looking like a bunch of nails!”
She tossed out another Batarang, but this one was shot out of the air by the infamous hired gun, Deadshot. “So THIS is the new and improved bat? Frankly I was expecting something more amusing.”
He aimed his arm mounted gun, only for a crossbow-bolt fired directly into his barrel to make it blow up in his masked face. “AAH!”
Huntress and Catwoman dropped down and grouped up with Batbrat.
The remaining villains were Great White Shark, Riddler, and Two Face. Two face brought out his twin pistols to bear and opened fire, scattering the heroes.
Catwoman whipped Riddler’s question mark staff out of his hands and sent him flying with a round house kick. Huntress took cover behind a stack of crates, then fired out a bolt right at Twoface’s hand, causing him to drop one gun in pain.
Batbrat took this opening to leap forward, ducking underneath and sweeping Two-Face’s legs, knocking him out cold on the floor. This left Great White surrounded, who promtly dropped his gun and raised his hands in surrender.
Batbrat crabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and brought him down to her face level. “Alright Sharkie, what’s this base for?” She said, trying to put on her intimidating voice, but managing to sound more like a husky-voiced phone sex operator. She winced as she heard it come out. God she was going to have to work on that.
Huntress rolled here eys and grabbed him in a headlock. “You heard the little lady. What’s your operation here?”
White sputtered. “This is where we’re storing most of the loot before we move it out of town! Money, Jewels, Girls, it’s all here!”
Catwoman narrowed her eyes. “Girls?”
Great white somehow managed to pale more than his frostbitten face already was. “H-hey! That ain’t my business. It was that nut in the hat’s project, not mine!”
“Nut in the… oh christ.” Muttered Batbrat. “Where’s he keeping them? Tell me NOW.”
White awkwardly pointed to one heavy set pair of metal doors. “Past there. Like I said, I had nothing to do with that crap!”
Brat was at the doors in a second, kicking them open forcefully. The sight was… well it was freaky as hell.
A tea party. With hypnotized girls all fulfilling various roles from the famous Alice stories, with Jervis Tetch aka The Mad Hatter at the head of the table.
The Mad hatter grinned like a loon at the assembled heroines. “Oh what fraptious days! More guests for the party! And not a moment too soon! My dearest Alice has just gotten ready!”
From behind Jervis stepped out a bombshell blond in a figure-hugging Alice costume. “My my! What queer guests to an even queerer party!” She said dreamily, eyes blank.
Caitlyn smacked her hand into her face and dragged it down, groaning with frustration.
This is where Alison had wound up.
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