Dick deals with Bryce & Jester, more Babs corruption.
Carter kissed her, unclasping her bra. Jessica kissed him, unbuttoning his shirt. He put a hand through her hair, removing her glasses. She rubbed his powerful chest, unclasping his belt. His pants fell away to unveil an impressive tool. Her panties were a treat to him.
They kissed, they touched, she found her eye wander for a moment as he kissed her neck, fondled her just how she liked. The specter of Big Al sat nearby, smoking a cigar, "Don't mind me. Not like you helped my girl split from your fucked up brain."
She ignored him, focused on what was in front of her, "I need you inside of me... so bad..." she begged. He smiled, "Miss me, huh? Real tough day." She kissed, "You've no idea..."
They fell into bed where he played with her clit a bit to warm her up. Before the main event. His heroic cock pounding that honey pot pussy.
***
Dick peered in both directions. Listened hard for the sounds of the maids being punished by Alfred before rushing both Bryce and Jester into his quarters. He locked the door, "What happened?"
Bryce wiped away a tear away, "Daddy... daddy didn't like our version of playtime..."
Jester, whose make up was ruined, muttered, "It was my fault, sir. If I hadn't..."
"It was neither one of your faults," Dickie explained. That seemed to halt the water works, "You both are just curious, exploring, being hit hard with hormones you've never before experienced. Ready to try all sorts of new things. Which, for the record, I think is great."
Bryce and Jester began to smile, hold hands in front of the butler, "Perhaps I'll speak to Alfred. If things don't work out, maybe we can make this our little secret..."
Perhaps there was something of the old Nightwing fighting back against Jessica's hypnotic commands...
***
Barbara got to spend some significant time with the gang members as Baily Gunner. She learned their stories, understood their hardships, hanged out with them, partied with them, did work alongside them. She helped smuggle weapons into Gotham, design their computer network, and beat up whoever Sasha needed beaten. Mostly to collect protection money. All to the approval of her ghostly mentor, the visions of Brandy Wayne.
She's crossed some lines while being a gang member. Numerous crimes have been committed. She's partaken in recreational drugs and alcohol to keep up appearances. She's hurt innocents as well as criminals, feeling guilt behind closed doors. Guilt that was fought against with the ever present help from Brandy Wayne.
She's crossed lines as she's slowly become close to the higher up gang members. She had helped Jade with the money and the computer network. Learned how she ran away from a stressful home life where expectations to succeed finally weighted on her. She came out here for freedom and found it through the life of the party. She's introduced Barbara/Bailey to the subtle art of drinking.
Roach came from a broken home. A father who was never there. A mother who was a junkie. Raised by his Grandmother. Never had enough money. Could of been something if he had money for college. Sends most of his earnings from gang activity to pay for his Grandmother's hospital bills. Keeps up a laid back demeanor to hide his sadness. He helped introduce Barbara/Bailey to weed and coke.
Rico was all business around Bailey, He was checking her out, but not for sexual thrill, but with a keen eye for talent. He was all business, hunting a next score, delivering the goods, getting Barbara/Bailey on big assignments. That's because he was secretly a Falcone recruiter. His father, Mario, was always in the need of new blood and fresh talent within his origination. Thought Barbara learned this information on her own.
Sasha "Smiles" Reaper was a whole nother character. She was wild and fun, smart and calculating, hard and ruthless. A pistol through and through who took no shit from any one. Took an instant liking to Baily, not asking too many personal questions. Only focusing on things that would reinforce this feeling of family. Which is why Barbara had a difficult time figuring out her history. Her name was obviously faked. Her past a mystery she'd prefer hidden. Just the charismatic leader for all intents.
She was the worst influence of all, whispering well worded praises for ever criminal act committed. Pushing her towards a twisting path. Encouraging further loyalty within the gang. Without any real known support from either the Bat family or police proper, Barbara found herself giving into her under cover identity extremely easily. Finding her clothing to reflect the gangster style and colors of the Reapers. Her language and mannerisms to be influenced by the other gang members tastes. Further crimes committed as Baily Gunner consumed her identity, to the encouragement of both Sasha and Brandy. Her long red mane shaped into a gangster braid on her left side and shaven right side of her head.
A tattoo imprinted on her lower back. A tramp stamp of an inverted Batgirl symbol with barbed wire cutting through it finished off with a Reaper skull in the center. "Marked yourself as one of us for life now, huh? Makes you like damn fine. Sexy as Hell. Keep it up and I might hand you the keys to the kingdom," Sasha commented.
Brandy rubbed Barb... Baily's shoulders, "She seems to like you. Possibly romantically. Possibly physically. Use this to your advantage. Twist her desire to ensure yourself a spot within the inner circle."
"But... I'm not gay..." Barbara whispered to Brandy. "Matters little. Sex is a tool used to get ahead of the game. She's a beautiful woman, find some way to get it on. It will help with your goal in the long run."
"Which was to observe, understand, then back off..." Barbara wondered. "No, Baily, it was to conquer..." Brandy clarified to her unwitting student.
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