Ascension 2

Chapter 56: And Now For Something Completely Different Part One. 

"….And in other news tonight, plans to remake the classic horror film 'the Terror' are moving forward, with Matt Hagen in the lead role. This is not without controversy, especially from the protests of the lead star of the original film, Basil Karlo. Karlo, who's in Gotham currently performing a one man show at the Monarch theater, claims that a remake of 'the Terror' is unnecessary as it still holds up to this day."

A long pause followed these words and it was almost as if the man making the radio announcement found this point quite dubious. That being said, he returned soon enough with a professional demeanor.

"Regardless of Karlo's thoughts and feelings of the matter, producers have made the official announcement that production of the film will start in Gotham City within the next few days."

A very feminine hand reached forward and turned the radio off. Vicki Vale gave a sigh, as she walked forward. She was wearing a white man's dress shirt, that did a good job in covering a fair deal of her shapely ass but at the same time, showed a fair bit of her long alluring legs. She could feel someone's eyes on her.

That being said, she could see Harry Potter sitting there at the kitchen table, casually sipping a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. Perhaps oh so casually, but that being said, she knew that he was staring at her ass and being more discrete then most would be at doing so. Not that she blamed him, but that being said, she slowly bounced over to Harry.

She leaned forward and gave him a long kiss on the lips, and pulled back with a sultry smile on her face. "So….do you want breakfast?"

Harry raised his eyebrow for a second. "Didn't know you can cook."

Vicki's lips curled into a smile that was dripping with some mischief and a great deal of seduction. She leaned in with a suggestive whisper. "Well, you know me, I'm just full of surprises."

"I can see that, Miss Vale," Harry told her but his stomach gave an involuntary glare.

"Well the state of you should answer that question more than anything," Vicki said, giving him one last kiss. It was brief but extremely passionate. She set herself upon making some waffles for the two of them to eat. "So, what's on your agenda for today?"

Harry didn't really have to think that much. "Well, I have classes for about half of the day, so really a lighter schedule than you might think that I have. Then I have a study session with a couple of the girls and….after that most of the day is free, although I might pop into the office for a little bit, to see if anything demands my immediate attention."

Vicki nodded and she was about to answer how Harry had a productive day as usual but the fact of the matter was that he was not done yet. That being said, she moved to the table.

"After I get back, got to get dressed, and I've got a date, with Veronica Vreeland, dinner, and then I'm going to see a show," Harry said and she smiled before Harry elaborate on what the show was about. "Veronica's got us tickets to Basil Karlo's new show."

Vicki placed the waffles down, nearly dropping them and her face contorted in disgust.

"Not a glowing recommendation, I take it?"

Vicki shook her head and placed the waffles down upon the table."Well, let's just say that the reviews on the show weren't every good."

Harry's lips curled into a frown and there were two words that emphasized what he thought. "I see."

He decided to take a bite of the waffles and believe him; they tasted about as delicious as they smelled. Then again, as far as he was concerned, waffles that tasted anything but delicious was the highest of high crime.

"The most charitable was from Summer," Vicki replied and she smiled. "And she called it a self-indulgent exercise in vanity. He's supposed to be doing different impressions of different people."

Vicki paused, taking a drink of orange juice and continued.

"But in reality, he's just relieving his fifteen minutes trying to do various impressions of the characters that he played in his movies," Vicki said and Harry smiled. "It's kind of sad because his time is long past and he's just riding the nostalgia wave."

"Veronica picked up the tickets, she got them from one of her high society friends, believe I might have mentioned this before," Harry said, in between ravenously attacking the plate of waffles that was stacked completely to the brim.

"So, curious about something?"

"Hmmm," Harry said, licking the maple syrup form his fingers which caused Vicki to shudder nevertheless. That being said, she pressed on, her desire for knowledge second to none.

"Everyone calls her Ronnie, but you call her Veronica, in what I guess could be called a sensual growl," Vicki said and Harry smiled.

"Interesting perspective," he said and he watched her lick the maple syrup from her lips once again, and it was obvious that she was imagining licking something else from her lips later. Two could play that game if push came to shove.

"Why?" Vicki asked, trying to stir the conversation back around and Harry smiled at her, the redhead shifting around once more, and she shoved another waffle in her mouth, causing the syrup to roll down. Harry reached forward, brushing it of her chin and taking his fingers into his mouth licking them before he responded.

"The mother of one of my classmates at the boarding school I attended in Britain, she redefined the world smother," Harry said and he could see Vicki shuddering at that statement.

'Really Harry, tell me how you really feel about Mum,' Ginny said, interjecting herself in the bond.

"That being said, she had a son named Ron, and he called him, her little Ronnie-kins," Harry said and he smiled. "Oh, my little Ronnie-Kins, have you been eating enough? You have something on your nose, did you know that my little Ronnie-Kins?"

Vicki shuddered at the impression that she got. "That's pretty accurate….I don't doubt that it is."

'Eleven out of ten,' Ginny replied and there was much laughter, mostly from the twins. That being said, Ginny decided to slip back into the abyss of the bond, she had some paperwork to do now. Since the other was out of commission for the not so distant future, she was helping Daphne not go insane.

"It is, and that's the scary part about it, but you can see why it's put me off of even uttering that name forever," Harry replied and Vicki blinked, with a smile crossing her face, once again messily eating her waffles, and he could see her nipples harden.

'I'm sure she has dessert on her mind there,' Kara replied and Vicki decided to pull herself slowly up onto the table, so she could allow Harry to get a better view of her, slowly and sensually eating the waffles that she had put out for her.

Harry smiled, placing his hand upon her thigh and slowly ran his way up her leg and this caused Vicki to shiver.

"I wonder if you're sticky everywhere," Harry whispered to her, his hand resting on her inner thigh, teasing her, but not going completely forward, at least not just yet. Vicki's eyes fluttered open in lust and she responded in a low sensual voice.

"Why don't you find out?" Vicki asked, her nipples poking down hard from her shirt, that she inadvertently tipped a pitcher of eye cold water that she took a drink out of. It caused the white shirt that she wore become transparent, the outlines of her breasts pressed against it and her nipples poking out even harder.

"I shall."

His hand disappeared completely underneath her shirt and Vicki gave a lustful moan when Harry decided to get straight to work.

Harry slipped one finger inside of Vicki's pussy and sure enough, the redhead reporter felt as sticky as he assumed that she was. She was ready for some action, he could feel it.

Vicki closed her eyes, as he teased her. As much as she wanted to skip to the exciting part, there was a huge part of her that was getting off on this, in every single way of the word. That being said, another finger found its way into her, followed by a third one.

His pumping of her cunt with his fingers caused pleasure to fill her body. The redhead pushed her hips up and he lifted his hand, squeezing her breast through her shirt.

"How's this?" Harry asked her and Vicki nodded, once again, she wanted him.

"More, fuck me on the table, just fuck me senseless," Vicki whispered and Harry smiled, he wasn't about to deny the lady her request. His fingers slipped deeper into her womanhood and he pulled them out, covered in her sticky goodness.

Vicki watched Harry, as he tasted her cum and he made his way towards the table. His pants were tight and Vicki really thought that she would be a bad guest if she didn't correct it. With shaky, but talented hands, Vicki undid his pants and fished out his manhood, wrapping her finger around it.

She helped Harry remove her shirt from her body, exposing her toned and fit body, her breasts jiggling. Harry cupped one of them in his hand as she stroked his cock. Both of them exchanged a passionate kiss, as Harry crawled onto the table right on top of her.

Vicki grabbed onto his shirt, pulling it off and exposing his muscular chest. She smiled, feeling up his tight muscles, running her hands all over him and she felt a heat raise in between her legs.

"Fill me," Vicki begged him and Harry once again lined himself up for her.

Her back nearly pressed on top of a sticky plate, not that she really cared. His manhood slipped deep into her center and Vicki nearly lost her mind with him going deep into her body. His large cock stretched out her tight walls.

"Yes, more," Vicki said, and he grabbed her hips, pushing down onto her.

"Relax, we've got some time," Harry said, trailing his tongue against her nipple, flicking it over it.

"Hard….to fucking relax, when you're doing that," Vicki panted, but never the less, she could feel his manhood push deep into her depths and he pumped into her from behind. Each thrust brought her closer and closer to the edge of passion.

Harry roamed her body, touching her breasts and causing her pleasure to really be increased. He could see it in her eyes. He pulled all the way out of her and pushed into her.

He hit her G-spot with a fluid thrust in her and Vicki's hips spasmed up, meeting his manhood. The redhead was going to take him as deep into her as she could manage, her hips wrapping around him like a corkscrew as he continued to pump his way into her.

"Oooh, yeah, take me, please, harder," Vicki panted once again and Harry continued to hang onto her hips, working her into the table. Her legs wrapped around him, her hand running down his back. Her nails sunk into his shoulder.

He fucked into her dripping hot cunt and Vicki mewled, lifting her hips as she took more of him into her body.

Each thrust felt like pure magic coursing through her body. Her nerve endings felt like she was on fire, and Harry continued to push into her. His green eyes continued to pump into her body over and over again. Her legs spread, taking his manhood deep into her cavern.

"Yes, Harry, oh, yes, take me, harder, please," Vicki moaned.

"You crave this cock, you didn't get enough of it, you'll never get enough of it," Harry whispered to her and Vicki shook her head, her hair flipping up right next to her face, her lips licking as they moistened.

They weren't the only set of lips that were moistening. Harry slowed down his thrusts, making sure she begged for it more. She was almost choking for it, the more that he brought himself into her body.

"Don't stop, oh for the love of….don't stop," Vicki begged him, wiggling her hips up towards him and Harry continued to bring his manhood deep down into her body.

"I'm not going to stop, it's obvious that you haven't had enough," Harry told her and he sped up his thrusts into her body.

Vicki could feel him go deeper into her, the pleasure spiked through her mind. He took her breasts and buried his face into them. He fucked her like a well-oiled machine on the kitchen table.

Her pussy clenched his dick with her orgasm when he pushed himself deep into her and Vicki's hips quivered, the more that he slammed his way into her body. The redhead panted and she was this close to receiving his cum.

His heavy balls expelled his load and Vicki gave a shrieking orgasm, her hand clutching his shoulder when he pumped his load deep into her body. It splashed into her body, her legs spread as she pushed up, her inner muscles milking his cock.

Harry finished into her and both of them shuddered in the bliss, but then he pulled out of her.

"I'm going to make sure we make up for lost time, and there's a perfectly clean counter that needs to get dirtied," Harry said, lifting Vicki up by the waist and marching her over towards the corner.

"Yes, fuck me, fuck me against the counter," Vicki begged him, her pussy dripping with desire as his manhood lined up with her dripping hot hole. He was about ready to invade her one more time and take her as his own.

Harry smiled, lining her up against the counter, preparing to do just that. He could feel her legs part and he was this close to entering her.

Vicki once again could feel him up against her, and Harry was this close to slipping inside her. She parted her thighs a little bit more, and Harry slipped inside her body, his hands roaming all against her body.

The redhead could feel the pleasure that coursed through her body once again, and Harry was this close to entering her body. His manhood pushed against her smoldering hot lips and she parted her legs a little bit more and then after pulling all the way out, he slammed his way inside her body once again.

Vicki had never been fucked against the kitchen counter before, and the surface, well it felt nice to be honest. Her breasts pressed against the counter with Harry delving into her.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Harry asked her and Vicki nodded, a smoldering grin on his face.

She didn't want to say too much of anything, thinking that it would just disrupt the mood. That being said, Harry continued to push into her body and she hung onto the side of the counter, her legs being spread apart. This allowed him to push into her with greater intensity and caused her body to heat up even more.

The redhead female could feel him go deep into her, he was balls deep into her, and he could go even deeper than that. His thrusts buried their way into her body further and further.

Vicki could feel his hands caressing her body, giving her several excellent touches. She closed her eyes, with his fingers pushing against her nipples, twisting them, tweaking them, making every inch of her body his and his alone.

Eventually Harry kept thrusting in and out of her, slowing down for a moment and he gained momentum.

"Can you hang on for a little bit longer?" Harry whispered and Vicki nodded. He smiled, holding her up against the surface of the counter, her breasts pressing against it, as he rammed himself in between her legs. He sought her heat quite eagerly and her heat sought him.

"Yes, yes, I can," Vicki begged him, his thrusts going deeper into her body. She could feel the end being reached but she was sure that she could hold on at least long enough for him to have his fun.

He struck her g-spot and that caused her mind to be pushed to the edge. Once again, the reporter's nerve endings were on fire, and there was a sense that Harry had control of her orgasm.

Which was perfectly fine, but damn if he didn't push her to an entirely different level, his thrusts working her body over, the rapid fire motions keeping her from slipping over the edge, and keeping her in check. She craved as much as he could give her and then some more.

"Getting closer," Harry whispered to her and he could feel her hard nipples as he pressed his hands against them. He felt her breasts up and her pussy clenched him. The tight velvet vice milked him when he pushed himself into her hot depths.

Vicki nodded, closing her eyes rather tightly, feeling the pleasure against his loins when he pushed into her body, feeling his manhood plowing into her from behind at a quick, rapid fire rate when he went into her hard from behind.

Her mind was soundly blown and his thrusts got even more steady, when he bounced himself into her body. His balls slapped against her thighs and Vicki screwed her eyes shut, feeling him pound her into submission, the area between her legs getting rather sore.

But she was not sore enough to stop going with him. Therefore, he held his hands against her and pounded her.

Harry smiled, feeling her pussy clench him, she was going to milk as much of him out as she could. With a grunt, Harry warned her to brace herself.

Vicki's eyes fluttered open, giving him a look of lust towards him and there was a lust filled yell that followed. "Cum for me, give your slut all of her cum, you know how much she's choking for it."

With talk like that, how could Harry say no? He pushed himself deep into her inner walls, causing her to clamp down onto him, and he thrust away at her even harder. Eventually something had to break.

Both of them saw stars, with Vicki seeing more. She swore that he brought her to at least two more orgasms by the time that he was finished coating her insides. His rocket powered thrusts filled her up.

His cum finished its journey, and Vicki nearly slid to her knees to the floor once Harry pulled away but at the last second, he stopped and held her, preventing her from landing.

Somehow she found her way back into a chair, with considerable help form Harry, her mind flashing completely wildly at what occurred and she hoped that a repeat performance would be soon but for now she was out of it.

Her pussy was beaten raw, with cum leaking out of it, both hers and Harry's. And that meant that he fucked her well and good, so that satisfied her.

Selina and Dinah walked forward with Holly pressed between both of them. Dinah now had a slightly new look to her, she had a short brown wig that covered her hair, wearing a tight black jacket, a white t-shirt, and blue jeans, along with boots. She stepped forward, crossing the street, with Selina following her, and Holly going up behind her on the other way.

Holly got let out of the hospital a couple of days ago and instead of just feeling sorry for what happened, she wanted to learn how to defend herself.

Dinah was the first person who she asked and while Dinah thought that she could do it, upon second thought, she thought that Grant could be a better job at teaching her. At least with the basics, and Dinah could pick things up from there. She just knew far more about the advanced skills, but if you needed someone to give you a solid grounding on more advanced forms of fighting than Wildcat was your man.

Not really a slight against his abilities, but rather the fact that she knows a lot more than the basics. Still everyone had to start there and since that Grant's is closer to the apartment that Selina and Holly shared other than the tower, it was more practical for the short term. And since Dinah was functioning out of the tower, with a friend of Pamela's looking after the flower shop, she made the decision.

"So, are you really sure about this?" Selina whispered to her, as the three of them made their way up the stairs.

"I'm fine, yes I'm sure," Holly said, the determination obvious just through her tone of voice.

"I'm sure she's sure, and I'm sure that Ted will be up for it," Dinah commented and Selina shrugged, she knew the potential for this.

"You need to put less energy into that punch, you're going to end up spraining your wrist if you're not careful."

Ted was standing there, instructing a young prospect in the art of swinging a punch. He was kind of young, he might be a nice eventual prospect, but it was really too soon to tell. He was trying to get him to not jump the gun all too soon.

He had potential, but it was just a matter of making sure he tapped into it in all of the right ways as opposed to the wrong way.

"I'll check in later, I've got to take care of this, go over there to Stevens," Ted told him, putting to the other trainer, a former Mixed Martial Arts fighter who had gotten into a few scraps and had managed to pull himself back together after a drug problem, which Ted helped him get through.

All in all, he was wearing a tight t-shirt, along with a pair of baggy sweats, and he looked rather nice after what happened with his run in with Jones. Jones disappeared off of the map over the last couple of months. Come to think of it, so did Ben Turner.

'People made a really big stink about that one, about Turner just vanishing, light heavyweight champion of the world,' Grant mused to himself and he turned towards the group, his eyes fixed on the group that made their way forward, catching on Dinah.

"Nice new look, kid, but it makes you look like more of a tom boy than usual," Grant said and Dinah responded with a swift punch to the stomach. Playfully, for the most part, but he did back off with an oof. "Seems to me you're losing your touch or I've gotten a lot harder skinned in my old age, haven't I?"

The two of them got into a scuffle, just like old times. He had taught her a fair bit about the basics, and they threw down completely. The two greeted each other with a hug, with both Selina and Holly looking kind of amused, shaking their heads never the less.

"So, how about your Dad, is he doing fine?" Grant asked and Dinah smiled.

"He was doing well, up and about and all that," Dinah commented with a smile on her face. "He really did make a remarkable recovery, but he's down in Seattle now, living to my sister, her husband died recently."

"Ah, can't say I blame Larry for wanting to get away from the old grind over here, might want to try that before you're too stubborn like me," Grant said and Dinah pressed forward.

"This is Holly Robinson and Selina Kyle," Dinah said, introducing both of them.

"A pleasure to meet you," he said, shaking their hands and he raised his eyebrow, so Dinah decided to explain things to him.

"Holly would like to pick up so training in the fundamentals and then in about six months or so, I can see if she can learn the more advanced techniques," Dinah replied.

Grant paused, and he was looking over Holly, like she was a prized thoroughbred and looked over her, to the point where she got rather short in her temper.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer," she said, she didn't really have any issues with her body but after what happened, her temper was short and explosive.

Grant didn't really looked fussed, because mostly because he was used to dealing with hot shot youngers, that had an attitude problem or two. Therefore, he just let it brush it off of his back.

"I can work with her," Grant replied gruffly and Holly folded her arms across her chest, and looked at him with a glare.

"Guess, I'm glad that I meet your lofty standards," she replied, glaring at him and there was a second where he smiled and turned to Selina.

"How about you, doll face, you want to learn how to defend yourself?"

Dinah tried not to be amused, especially given that Selina was given him one of those looks that could peel paint.

"I know how to fight," she said in an icy voice and Grant looked at her, amusement flickering in his eyes.

"Well, why don't you prove it?"

"Gladly," Selina said, climbing into the ring and he followed her into the ring, motioning for her to join him and they got into the center of the ring.

Both of them circled with each other, with Holly and Dinah, and a few of the trainers and students in the gym gathering around, to see it.

Grant went for a punch but she dodged the attack, crouching down and his punch hit the empty air. Then there was another punch and Selina dodged it, and then she snapped up her foot, before nailing him with a kick to the face.

She nailed him with a series of rapid fire kicks, he blocked some of them and he got a bloody lip in the battle. He caught her with a few punches, some of them blocked.

"Well, not too bad, guess you're more of a kickboxer, given that you favor your feet more than your hands," Grant commented and Selina's eyes narrowed, with a slight smirk flowing over her face.

"Figured that out, haven't you?" she fired back and Grant smiled, but then he decided to stop holding back, just a little bit, to see what he could bring out to her.

To her credit, she held her own and she could back up her words. Dinah in particular watched in interest.

'She is pretty good, isn't she?' Faora asked through the bond link.

'Perfect,' Dinah commented, watching her. 'Well not quite, there's always room for improvement.'

'Exactly, there's always room for improvement,' Faora commented but she wished that she could see the battle close up and personal, as opposed to it being second hand.

"Harry, thank you, thank you very much for picking me up, I mean….."

"Hey it's really not a problem, I know that Kara was supposed to take you home, but she forgot that she had another class, a blonde moment if there ever was one," Harry replied with a slight grin, but that comment didn't go without retaliation.

'Hey!' Kara yelled and Donna and the twins laughed at her misfortune but she shook her head.

'Don't worry honey, we have them, even at the best of times.'

Harry and Barbara were in the car after a study session, in fact he was on his way to drive her home.

"So what's on your agenda for this afternoon, I think that you mentioned a bit about it this morning, but with everything….it's hard to keep track," Barbara said, looking more sheepish than anything else.

"Well I've got to help the younger girls with their homework," Harry said to Barbara and the redhead nodded. "And then I have to go home and get ready for my date with Veronica later on tonight."

"Right, Karlo's one man show…..well good luck, hope you survive the experience," Barbara said, wrinkling her nose. Needless to say, she heard the reviews, both the professional ones and ones that she overheard from other people. "Some of the members of the GCPD went; they were considering arresting Karlo for misrepresenting himself as an actor."

Harry whistled at this statement and he turned to Barbara. "That bad, huh?"

"That bad, yes, but I'm sure that it will be a good time, in spite him," Barbara replied, shaking her head. "You know, we haven't had a lot of time for ourselves lately, after all, you've been busy and you know for a fact that I've been busy."

Harry smiled, Barbara had been busy, to the point where he almost thought that she was overtaxing herself. But at the same time, he knew that she wouldn't have things any other way.

"So, do you want to change any of that?"

"If I could…..I would," Barbara commented with a lengthy sigh. "But like I've said, we've both bee really, really busy lately, and it's been out of our hands. Especially me but at the GCPD…."

Barbara once again sighed and Harry picked up at the sigh, along with her distaste and discomfort. His eyebrow corked towards her and he asked her calmly. "What about the GCPD?"

"Well it's about Nashton….he's the original creepy pain in the ass."

'No, no, that title has always been and ever will belong to…'

'Snape, Snape, Severus Snape,' Rose sang, finishing Lily's statement. 'And I really have no idea where that came from or how it came out in song form.'

'But…..I have pleasant dreams about his entirely justified and warranted demise,' Lily commented with a bright smile crossing over her face and Harry raised his eyebrow at the thought but said nothing.

"He tends to hover around when he isn't working on something, so the trick is to find him things to do, so he leaves me alone," Barbara continued, kicking up a storm as she started to rant but she rained herself is. "Pretty smart, nowhere near as smart as me, or smart as you….but still pretty smart. And he realizes that he's intelligent, and that makes him all that much the more obnoxious."

Harry didn't say anything but he felt that he should keep a close eye on this Nashton. There was just some vibe that he was getting from the man that he couldn't place but the vibe unsettled Harry greatly.

That being said, he was almost back to the tower, driving his way down the final set of streets.

Barbara was struck with a daring burst of inspiration, but pulling it off, that would be something entirely different than what she was used to. Still, as they were at a stop light, she slowly made her move.

Slowly and almost subtly, but not quite, Barbara shifted her body so it was pressed against Harry's.

'So you want to make some kind of brazen move, Miss Gordon, well played if so,' Harry thought, and he smiled, wrapping the arm that was not firmly locked onto the steering wheel around her waist and that caused her to shiver.

Barbara knew that this was her move and after a second, she placed his hand on her knee. Slowly, she worked it up towards his inner thigh with a bit of a purr, brushing against him.

The redhead thought that she was winding him up fairly nicely, at least to the point where he would be ready.

Barbara's hand lingered around the outside area of his pants and she was ready to swoop in for the kill. Her hand brushed against him.

Harry made the turn, keeping his mind focused enough on the road, feeling her hand slip further towards him.

Barbara was trying to get a bit more momentum and her heart beat against her chest, running her hand against his inner thigh, trying to work her way between his legs. After she reached his center quite daringly, the redhead decided to fish her hand into his pants.

Harry watched her, a smile on his face, and he could see what the redhead was doing, naturally, she pulled his cock out. He kept driving, despite the fact that her hand was on him.

Gaining a bit more confidence, even though there was a damp feeling between her legs that kind of threw off her momentum, the redhead placed her hand onto his balls and slowly ran her hand over them, before she grabbed onto his shaft. She decided to push her hand up and then spit on it, adding to the lubrication.

With the proper amount of lubrication, the redhead wrapped her lithe little hand around his manhood. Harry grunted and Barbara grinned, seeing what he was doing and how he was feeling it. She decided to be a bit more daring, to see how far she could trust herself to push on harder.

Her hand stroked him up and down, with Harry managing to make the turn, heading into the garage of the tower. The redhead stroked him up and down, her hand clasped around his manhood the more that she worked him over and she kept her momentum nice and fast, with some rapid fire strokes.

His manhood throbbed in her hand and Barbara could see that he finally parked the car. The redhead decided to take things the next level, by parking her face between his thighs, and leaned in, ready to move in for the attack.

Harry could feel her hot mouth and lips wrapping around his tool. The first time she did this, it was with not the most refined skill imaginable but he thought that he was getting better.

"That's it, take your time," Harry said and he reached onto the back of her head trying to guide her, but Barbara lightly pushed his hand away.

Harry shrugged, deciding to allow him to take him all the way into her mouth, deep as possible. The redhead continued to work her mouth around his rod and give the proper amount of suction.

'Not too bad,' Dinah thought, what she lacked in experience, she made up in pure energy and excitement. Her lips popped around Harry's tool, working him up and down. Each thrust buried his manhood deep into her mouth.

The redhead vixen kept up her actions, sucking his tool hungrily and she threw her head back, before bringing herself down onto his manhood one more time. Her lips fit around him and sucked his tool hard, bringing it deep between her lips.

Harry went to stroke her hair but she once again pushed his hands away. Her nails dug into his stomach as now he was completely parked, and he grunted when her hot mouth continued to work him up to a fever pitch. He felt a twitch in his balls.

"Fair enough, finish me off, and you'll get a reward."

Barbara tried to take him deep into her throat but doing something that she saw on the Internet in real life was easier said than done. Her hot lips pushed around his manhood and she brought more of him into her mouth.

"Relax, that's it, that's it."

She braced herself; not wanting to spill a drop of Harry's cum or stain the seats of the car. The woman resolved to get it all in her mouth, and that being said, she wrapped her lips around his tool once again.

Her hot lips continued to lick around his manhood and suddenly, his crotch bucked into her mouth. His balls tightened and he sent the first splattering burst of cum deep down her throat.

Barbara hung on and braced herself to take her medicine. Another volley of cum shut down her throat, followed by a third, and then….to be honest she lost count after that. As she sucked all of his seed down, she could feel her…..well her birthday couldn't come soon enough.

That being said, she came up from air, when she was sure that she was done, but she was far from down, Harry pushed her back onto the seat of the car.

Her jeans were pealed from her body and her panties, already soaking with her arousal, clung to her legs. The redhead panted heavily and her hips nearly stuck together. She could see Harry hover over the top of her and his tongue prepared to brush its way into her from above.

The green eyed wizard pushed his tongue deep into her body and Barbara grabbed onto the side of his head, allowing his tongue to enter her. The redhead's hips rolled, and he slowly teased her. His nose brushed against her red pubic hair when he ate her out.

She gushed in more ways than one and her nipples got really hard. She wished that Harry could take them, take her right now but she was holding herself back.

That being said, he sucked on her clit and that was about when he lost her mind. Barbara wrapped her legs around his head and imagined what it would be like to have his cock inside her body, ruthlessly pounding her until she begged for his cum.

That being said, as nice as that fantasy was, his tongue was an amazing reality just as well. One that she decided to focus on now because anything else would drive her completely insane.

'Just you wait,' Harry whispered, channeling a bit of magic through his hands which rested a little bit underneath her breasts. 'I have you, I have you now.'

Barbara bucked her hips up, she didn't know what he was saying but the fact his tongue moved around in her like that, that caused her mind to be blown completely. His tongue rattled through her body, heating up her loins and she whined.

"Harry, please," Barbara screamed, with his tongue going into her and she bucked her hips up, allowing more and more of her juices to spill into her mouth.

Harry vibrated his tongue into her and he was not even using his cock, just his tongue, and she was feeling like that. Her body thrashed, she thought that if she died right now, she would be a really happy girl.

That being said, Harry was eating her into a pleasure coma, so she really hoped that she could survive this on the way to her birthday. It would be a very happy birthday to her if these tastes that she got were any indication.

Harry smiled, sucking up her sweet nectar, it was amazing that she didn't jump him and the moment that she turned seventeen, Harry didn't have a doubt in his mind that she would. It did show a great amount of self-control to her herself back.

Barbara could feel him in her, his tongue, and she nearly lost her mind. So much pleasure, he hit her g-spot with his tongue, which almost was like it grew in her body and maybe it did for all she knew. She had seen stranger, felt stranger, and knew stranger. Her hips shot up and Harry munched on her center once again, before her hips rocked up and sent another fresh load of her womanly juices into his mouth.

The redhead deflated on the seat and Harry smiled, the fact that he gave her unmistakable pleasure was obvious. That being said, with his work done, Harry grinned, and her shudder was music to his ears.

Once again, Barbara took a taste from the honey pot before it was time to do so and she had been a beneficiary of Harry's talented tongue.

'It's going to make what wait you have even more agonizing, Miss Gordon,' Harry said with a smile, making sure to clean her panties the best he could. They would have to do for now, and he slipped them back on her, along with her pants.

"Are we still among the land of the living?" Harry asked her and Barbara shook her head, with a smile on her face.

"Yes, I am," Barbara replied, with a smile on her face but the truth was, she almost died and went to heaven. At least that felt like it, but it was more than worth it to reach that point if that was the case.

Barbara stood up on wobbling legs but she could still walk. Especially when she came down from her blissful state.

'And just think, the wait is going to be even more agonizing, but to be fair, she's the one that initiated it,' Pamela thought to them, and everyone laughed at the thought of it.

'Girl's going to jump your bones the second that she turns seventeen,' Dinah thought and Harry smiled.

'I know.'

Basil Karlo parked himself in front of the mirror out the make up take, preparing for his play later tonight. In his dressing room, he got into the proper mood, muttering underneath his breath.

"You've seen better days, my dear boy," Karlo muttered to himself, looking at his face. He lived a hard life and the stress of people bastardizing his work and corrupting it had caused him a great deal of agitation. It had been a hard life for him, and things just got worse with the bastardization of his greatest work.

Karlo thought about what he could do and perhaps what he needed to do. He picked up the makeup case and was about to apply it.

He kept himself in the mirror, carefully applying it. There was an art and a science to this, and he didn't want to mess up when he did this. He carefully worked away and paused for a second, before finishing.

When the dust cleared, he looked at his handy work and a wicked grin appeared on his face. Karlo's gaze lingered at the mirror.

To the naked eye, they wouldn't know too much different at a casual glance. To a sensitive artist like Karlo, it was something extremely different.

He looked like a completely new man, as if he had moved all of the wear and tear of his face. It looked like he removed about twenty years or so, making him look like he did during the prime of his career. Before those years where people mangled his genius work, and some ignorant fools thought that it was an improvement upon the original.

A disgrace, they soundly mocked him, but he still retained the acting talent that he had.

Karlo's gaze swept all over the room, his mouth twisted into a very malicious smirk and he smiled, taking a careful look at what was around him. His gaze in particular lingered on a very ornate looking dagger. It rested inside a display case and a rather ugly mask rested next to it.

They were props for the first movie that he ever starred in. He went down memory lane for a long time, at least until he heard a knock on his dressing room door.

"Enter," Karlo said in an overly dramatic voice, as if he was trying to establish some kind of creepy mood like he did in one of his play or movies.

An older gentleman entered the room, looking rather non-plussed as he slipped inside. His age hovered around the same that Karlo did.

"Oh, it's you," Karlo said, looking like there was a foul odor with the man entering the room. "You're the one who is involved in that gaudy remake."

The man, who was in fact the producer of the remake of 'The Terror', nodded. "I know how you must feel…"

"You have no idea, it was the movie that launched my career, and now you're disrespecting my hard word…"

"I'm sorry that you feel that way," the Producer said and he had been sent here by the studio to smooth over any bad feelings. If they had bad PR because Karlo kicked up too much of a stink, it might jeopardize the future of the movie. "I wish to invite you to lend your expertise to the movie, as I feel that your valued input could allow us to do much with moving the movie forward. I know you didn't want it to happen, but I was hoping that you would work with us, as a consultant."

"You want me, to work with you," Karlo replied, his tone sounding like he had been asked to swallow something completely and utterly rancid and his eyes flashing maliciously towards the producer who gulped and nodded, waiting for Karlo's reaction

There was a visible moment of anger on his face but it quickly adjusted for a few seconds and he turned towards him, a smile crossing his face. "I believe that we can work something out, after we got off on the wrong foot, don't we?"

"Yes, we're both professionals," the producer agreed, and he was put underneath a lot of pressure by the studio to make this deal happen.

"Then we should be able to work something out," Karlo answered and he extended his hand.

The producer looked at him and he took his hand into his, shaking it. Karlo smiled and the producer prepared to make his move and do what the movie studio requested of him regarding how to deal with Karlo.

Harry Potter and Veronica Vreeland went out on a date, something that seemed to be the norm over the last couple of weeks. The Gotham City public saw them at several high society events. In fact, at this point in time, Harry was helping her out of his seat, after paying the bill.

Would this be a shock to some people?

The answer was not really, because there were instances where people said that they had an equal amount of interest in each other and there were plenty of sparks of chemistry to be had with both sides of the equation. So it was not only considered to be inevitable, but also people expected it.

That being said, Harry relaxed a little bit more, acting closer to his age or at least closer to what his age might have been expected. There were times where seventeen year olds acted like they were spoiled three year olds but come to think of it, that might be an insult to toddlers the world over. Surely they were more composed then some of the rich party boys out there.

"So, you are connected with a lot of females," Veronica said oh so casually. They had been having this conversation over dinner about the number of females. "Not that I mind….because that means that you're worth someone's time if…..well if….."

"If there are a lot of females interested in me, and are willing to put up with me, that must mean that I'm a strong male," Harry offered, as she struggled to find the words.

'Damn straight,' Kara said, and she was not alone in her agreement.

"Not that it really matters, how active you are, because…..well people tend to limit their imagination, you know," Veronica said with a smile on her face. "And I think that you have a good enough sense to separate the females that are worth your time, from the ones that aren't."

"Most of the time, yes, but thankfully I have a good support group that tells me when someone might be coming under my radar that shouldn't be," Harry replied to her and she smiled and nodded. "Nine times out of ten though, I pretty much have a good idea."

Veronica went to an all girl's Private Boarding School, and then joined a Sorority, so the multiple females thing was something that went off her back. Especially with someone who did her fair share of experimenting in her day.

"For someone as busy as you are, you do a good job in juggling all of your responsibilities, I mean most people…you know what would crack under the pressure," Veronica said and she smiled. "And you've been upping the charity work."

"Well it's for a good cause and anything to skip the universal scales of karma," Harry said, and she snickered, it was a reference to an article that was posted in one of the more questionable media outlets that anyone who was doing charity work must be concerned about their karma.

The two of them moved towards the press, and both of them were amused if anything else, they were yelling various inquiries about charity work and everything else that went along with that. It might be very difficult for them to get a word in edgewise.

"Sorry, I hate to cut you all off, but the arts in Gotham City await," Harry said and Veronica smiled as they slipped into the Limo, which drove off.

"So, should I wait for them to move or do you think we can get away with running them over?"

'Um….." Veronica said, she didn't know whether to be amused or mortified by that suggestion but it was Harry who smiled.

"Penny, they'll move, just….just lean on the horn a little bit," Harry said, the horn was surprisingly effective to making people move oddly enough. The assembled press moved out of the way, perhaps thinking that Harry Potter just might be crazy enough to have them ran over. He didn't really know.

"They can be like vultures sometime, even if they are a necessary evil," Veronica commented with a smile on her face, snuggling against Harry. She took several moments to bask in his presence and it was quite a presence. "And they like to spread all kinds of rumors, because of some gossip between high society say in a casual setting."

"Oh…..?"

"Well you know how certain people like to talk, jealous I think about how much others have accomplished," Veronica responded with a shrug of her shoulder and she smiled. "There are people who thought that I would be on my second husband by now…"

Veronica stopped, and Harry raised his eyebrow. "What?"

"It's nothing," she responded.

"What?" Harry asked and she shook her head. "Veronica."

"Just thinking how much I'm taking pleasure in proving those high society harpies wrong about all this," Veronica replied to him with a smile. "But, they're going to find a new topic of conversation, and Kathy seems to be ripe…..but I think that she can handle it."

Harry smiled and decided to switch topics.

"I talked to Vicki….she mentioned how the show….well the reviews weren't that good…."

"Harry," Veronica said with a giggle, slapping him on the shoulder, amusement dripping from her voice. "It isn't about how good the show is…..it's about setting a good example and supporting the arts."

She grew suddenly serious.

"But you're right, given that it's Karlo, he never was that good of an actor in the first place. No one really watched his movies for quality acting, just to get terrified out of their minds. There were too many roles where he ruled too much make up, and reduced to playing a monster."

She sighed and she continued.

"Most people don't even know what the guy really looks like, I mean, can you believe that?"

"Oh, I believe that," Harry answered her with a smile. "Surprised that…"

"Surprised, that I knew that?" Veronica asked him and she gave him a shifty little grin. "Well I took a couple of film study classes in the University, and he was a subject of interest."

That being said, they were on their way to the Theater. The Monarch Theater had been a subject to much controversy over the years and infamy as well.

It was once again the subject to a crime scene and also a mystery it appeared.

The sheer amount of police around the area indicated that it was not only a crime scene. Veronica's mouth widened in surprise and Harry's expression was one that was sharp but he kept himself fairly calm and even. He exited the limo, his legs swinging out of it, and he leaned in to get a closer look.

"Looks like the show's been cancelled," Harry whispered and there was a big sign on the theater that said about as much.

The sign gave no more information about why the show was cancelled only that it was cancelled. Harry gave a long smile over his face, that was not going to keep him from finding out or rather it was time for Nightwing to suit up once again.

'So this would be an eventful night, and here I thought the only crime here would be Karlo's acting,' Harry thought to himself and he could see the police swarming in.

They were about ready to tell him and Veronica off, but Harry decided to beat them to the punch.

"Guess, that cuts our night short."

Harry nodded, he figured as much, and would like Veronica to know as much but for him, the night was just beginning.

James Gordon kneeled down beside the slain body of Basil Karlo, in Karlo's dressing room. He examined the body rather closely. This case might prove to be a baffling one, but he pieces together what he could know ahead of time.

He knew enough to realize that he had been stabbed repeatedly in the torso area, the most obvious stab wounds being in the heart, and the one in the liver.

That fact was not the most disturbing thing in there, even though it was pretty disturbing. No, the most disturbing thing was that except for the body, the rest of the dressing room was in pristine condition. There was no evidence that indicated a murder had took place; no blood splatters anywhere, no finger prints, no murder weapon. He couldn't identify even the slightest footprint on the ground.

It was a mystery about what happened and that being said, there was another mystery. The Dagger and the Mask Karlo wore in the terror was also missing and he didn't have the slightest idea where they could have run off to. Something like that just didn't grow legs and walk off.

'So, I wonder what the hell just happened,' James thought to himself, a feeling sunk into the pit of his stomach that he missed one tangible piece of evidence that would tie this case together, but what he didn't know.

"So, you were the one that found his body?"

James half listened to Sarah, who was interrogating the stage manager, who found the body earlier in the evening. The woman looked rather distressed about the matter, and it was obvious that there was a more personal edge to this then most murders had.

"I tried to call him several times," Karlo's manager told Sarah and she nodded. "When he didn't answer after about the third time, I had to check up in person and that's…..that's when I found him like that."

Distress flowed through the female's voice and she swallowed a lump in her throat. It made it extremely difficult to talk.

"How long have you know him?"

"Since I was a little girl, my father used to be his manager," the manager commented, trying not to lose her senses or her head. "My father, anyway, he used to be his manager, and when Dad died, I took over as the position."

"Okay, just one more question," Sarah said in a business like tone. "Did he have any enemies, anyone who might want to do him harm?"

The manager paused for a second before shaking her head. "As far as I know….no one did. He was a sweet old man, really quiet, kept to himself, you know the type…..never would have had a bad word to say about anyone, really."

"I see, I understand," Sarah replied to him and she could hear two more arriving. She excused Karlo's manager, who looked like she needed to sit down or perhaps have a drink or a smoke or both.

Bullock made his way into the scene, followed by Montoya. As always, Harvey Bullock was someone who was going to get to the point. "Just interviewing the Theater Manager, asking if anyone saw anything suspicious or anyone came by to see the old man?"

"Did anyone?" Sarah asked and Bullock grunted.

"Some big shot movie producer who is involved in the making of the film."

Sarah felt her cell phone start to vibrate at this point and subtly, she checked it. Gordon left the dressing room at this point, walking up towards her.

Meet Me in the Alleyway, or the Roof, Whatever is More Convenient, ASAP.

She sent a quick response of Alley, Five Minutes.

Gordon looked at her curiously and she waved it off. "It's an important call that I need to make, it's about another case."

After making her excuses, she made her way down the hallways, taking the back exit, which thankfully was already open. That made things a bit easier for her.

With another movement, she landed smack dab into the middle of the rain. The weather took a turn for the worst rather quickly, she would have to say. It was a chilly but rather pleasant day, and then it went extremely stormy and bitterly cold. She almost cursed the necessity of this but business called.

Sarah sighed, and she fished a cigarette out of the carton. She went to search for her lighter but there was a lit finger in front of her, right in front of her face.

To her credit, she managed to not to react in a terrified manner, rather using the finger to light her cigarette.

"So, how much do you know?" Sarah asked, getting directly to the point.

"I found out that Karlo was the victim in question from one of my sources before I arrived," Harry told her bluntly.

"We don't know a whole lot ourselves, other than the fact that Karlo's dead," she replied to him. Then again that much was obvious. "He's been stabbed in the chest several times, once to the heart, the last person to see him alive was one of the producers of the remake. We don't know a lot about it…and it's a surprise that you heard about it, because we've been keeping things close to our vest right now."

"I did tell you that I had my sources."

Sarah raised her eyebrow that was fair enough to be honest.

"But, tomorrow is November the Eleventh, and something is likely to happen with our Calendar Criminal," Harry told her and she nodded, in the confusion she nearly forgot that date rolled around the corner. "Unless he strikes on Thanksgiving that is."

They won't know until the clock strikes midnight the day after. Every moment from Midnight to Midnight presented an agonizing waiting game, especially when they had no solid leads to follow.

Sarah responded with an affirmative nod, and was about to say something else.

"What are you doing out there?"

John Jones popped his head out the door and Nightwing was gone as quickly as he appeared. Sarah turned towards him for an explanation.

"Had to make a phone call, and decided to take a smoke when I'm out here."

John recalled that there were nods where it indicated that he understood. The man had his own addictions after all. "Ah."