Ascension 2

Chapter 60: And Now For Something Completely Different Part Five. 

As stoic as ever, James Gordon made his way to the GCPD morgue, he had a suspicion and he was determined to follow up on it.

If he was wrong, then no harm, no foul, he was wrong, and it was worth taking a look at. However, if he was right, then this had the potential to blow this entire case open and finally get that missing puzzle piece to the case where there had been too many coincidences. Coicidences rarely added up to a case like this.

Something was up, the question was what.

That being said, it was a 50-50 gamble but sometimes you just had to trust your gut and hope that it leads you in the right direction. he made his way up to the front desk, where a tired looking woman, a Receptionist for lack of a better term was sitting ,nodding off.

"Yes, may I help you….."

"James Gordon, of the Gotham City Police Department, I'm here to further investigate one of the bodies for a homicide," Gordon said and it was quiet other than that. "It's Basil Karlo."

"Right, Mr. Karlo, well you got here just in time, because he was to be cremated tomorrow," the woman said to him and Gordon blinked. "It's down the hallway, Refrigeration Unit number eight."

"And also, Simon Caruthers, the producer of the Terror…"

"Number nine, right next to him, also he will be cremated tomorrow, looks like you showed up just in time," the woman said, wondering what this was all about.

At least she wondered if she cared, which she honestly didn't.

Gordon nodded and thanked the woman, before he made his way off. He realized that this was the morgue, so the unsettling feeling where he was hit him hard on. Hell it wasn't even just a morgue that was the problem, it was the fact that he was inside a morgue in Gotham City, and there were fresh murder victims.

He saw a woman through the glass, stitched up after being ripped apart in the wrong way. There was really no amount to disguise what happened there, and now he walked down the hallway to number eight.

The door was unlocked and Gordon made his way inside, seeing Karlo's body, clearly marked. There was a creep factor that went up from an eight to about an eleven out of ten here. It laid on the table, in a body bag.

Gordon stepped over, and slowly, unzipped the bodybag. There it was, Karlo's body, stiched back together in the aftermath of the autopsy, and Gordon's eyes traveled over the body. At first glance, he found nothing of grave concern.

Except the area of the fact, which had taken off a rather odd and distinction coloration that caught Gordon completely off guard. His eyes continued to travel all around the body, in his attempt to piece together this.

His eyes went narrow, examining the body and he blinked.

There was something that was most certainly off and upon closer look; he was able to see what it was.

Gordon leaned forward, touching the area where the neck met at the collarbone, slowly and carefully running his finger around that area. He blinked suddenly, feeling it slowly again. Maybe he was seeing things. He certainly doubted it. Even though it was possible, maybe.

No, he most certainly wasn't seeing things, there was a seam for lack of the better term, connecting the two areas of skin. It was pretty much unnoticeable unless you knew that you were looking for something and you knew precisely what to look for.

Gordon went into his coat pocket and pulled out a pocket knife. Carefully, Gordon placed it in the seams, and pried up what was a mask.

It took some doing, and he was careful not to mangle what was underneath it. Gordon removed mask on Karlo's face to reveal the face of Simon Caruthers, the Producer that was murdered.

Needless to say, his suspicion was confirmed but he wanted to make sure that he was one hundred percent concerned.

He left the storage locker and made his way next door where the Producer's body was stored. Once again, he made his way inside.

A quick confirmation revealed that there was more of the same, and he used the knife to pry off the mask once again. He revealed the fact of the young Actor that was found today, "strangled" from behind.

Gordon looked at the body, disguised, to the fact that someone, very nearly got away from the perfect crime.

He slowly racked his brain for a second, remembering a plot from an old movie. It was called False Face, where a serial killer killed his victims, taking on the identity of the next victim, all to get up to the final victim.

The final victim was the actor that took the starring role of the movie that the serial killer made famous. Because, the serial killer was a fallen actor, and he felt his legacy was being tarnished by them remaking his cinematic masterpiece.

Gordon didn't think of it until right now but then he recalled the person who had a part of the actor who had been cast in the remake, who was the final victim of the serial killer.

In some twisted ways, art did really imitate life.

'Son of a bitch, it's obvious who the killer is, and it's really obvious who he is now,' Gordon thought.

Realization dawned on James and he realized that he knew who the next victim was, if he followed the plot of the movie.

And the investigation so far pointed to him following the plot of the movie very faithfully.

Barbara Gordon thought that despite everything else, she was able to make it out with her head held rather higher. Even if he cost her high paying job and a method to be productive, she still had her pride and that was what mattered.

That being said, she decided that since she had some homework to do, she might as well do it, because let's face it, she needed a way to keep her mind off of the disappointment of what happened.

'Some good old fashioned busy work, that's the cure, and well…..it's not like you don't have plenty to do,' Barbara thought with a sigh.

She felt the overwhelming desire to punch something, but the fact was that she already did this, and could not help but feel a little bit smug at that fact. The only regret she had was to punch the bastard harder.

That being said, she was in the elevator, on her way to the penthouse, her mind buzzing about what happened but she needed to wind down and de-stress.

That being said, she entered the Penthouse. Upon her arrival she saw Harry sitting there on an extremely comfortable looking arm chair, basically reclining with his feet propped up on an ottoman, reading a book.

Much to Barbara's surprise, Harry appeared to be the only one who was around. This was kind of odd given that normally in the penthouse there were other people around.

Barbara decided to look around to make sure that no one was around for a moment or two, but she saw that no one was there. Placing her bag onto the floor, Barbara made her way over, and then positioned herself firmly onto his lap.

Harry was surprised by this sudden but very welcomed addition that was perched on his lap, but he sat down his book once again and wrapped his arms around her, to allow her to snuggle up against him. Which the redhead did quite eagerly, and writhed her backside against him when she pushed up against him.

Barbara took a position that she would consider to be comfortable and Harry leaned forward, briefly kissing the top of her head and nuzzling her hair for a second.

Both of them basked in each other's presence for a moment, and then she turned to turn herself, and push herself up suddenly, so she was facing him, looking down at him.

After she spent a moment or two staring down at him, he reached up to brush her hand against her cheek.

Then Barbara leaned down, wrapping her arms around his neck, and suddenly, she decided to kiss him breathless. This was a relaxing activity for the most obvious reasons. Barbara felt her nerves sooth just a little bit when his hands roamed around her body once again. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she closed her eyes once again, pulling away at him.

"So, something happened today," Harry told her the moment that she broke up and Barbara's mouth hung open.

"You could tell, couldn't you?" Barbara asked, sitting perched against him and shook her head. She practically straddling his lap and she shivered when he placed his hand on the small of her back, her shirt having ridden up to expose the flesh that was on her back.

"Yes, I can tell," Harry confirmed, his gaze locking onto hers in an extremely stern manner and once again that caused her breath to be driven from her.

"Oh, I got fired from the job at the GCPD…..well I don't really mean fired, fired, but I was let go passed on a technicality. You know, because someone brought it to the attention of human resources that an under twenty one was working, despite the fact that she was fairly more competent than the over twenty ones that they had in the department before," Barbara said and she paused, before letting out a lengthy sigh. She reigned in her babbling with a long sigh. "That didn't sound too arrogant, did it?"

"Not in the slightest," Harry said playing with her hair. There was really no need for him to ask who was the one that turned her in, because he knew and she knew that he knew. So it went pretty much without saying. "So, are you okay?"

Barbara's sigh was long and hard. His hand never left her hair.

"Do you want my honest answer?" Barbara asked him.

"Yes, Babs, your honest answer," Harry told her and she blinked for a second, shaking her head.

"No, I'm not okay, because…..well I practically grew up there and it's just about as bad as being kicked out of your own house," Barbara said with a lengthy sigh. "But I'll deal with it, really I will…..the problem is that what should I do for money?"

Harry smiled. "What if I told you that the answer is nothing if you don't want to?"

Barbara's attention was grabbed and she waved him on, she was kind of curious to see what he would be able to tell you.

"You're family after all, and thus that entitles you to certain privileges."

Her smile got even wider and she placed her hands upon her hips when she leaned back. "Oh yeah, like what."

"Each of the girls has a credit card, with a set limit, that they can use for whatever they want to, as long as it isn't too illegal," Harry told her and Barbara had a rather prominent concern that she would have liked to run by Harry.

"Doesn't that….you know with all of the girls, get expensive?"

"It doesn't even dent the interest to be perfectly honest with you," Harry responded, shrugging his shoulders. "But the real question is what do you want to do now?"

"Well, that's a good question, and I have to admit, really hadn't thought about that, because my head's still kind of reeling after what happened to be honest," Barbara said and Harry looked at her with a smile, that was most understandable. "Maybe I'll focus on school in the meantime, at least until I find a tech support job to do in my spare time."

Harry hid the knowing look on his face, and Barbara leaned in to kiss him once again, before that lead to another line of questions.

Right now, the best thing for her was to just enjoy his company and that was what the young woman did.

Edward Nashton was known by many names other than that, he was known by Edward Nigma, Edward Nygma, Enigma, and he had a few other names. People had mocked him in school, calling him Riddle boy. That mocking just meant that they were jealous of his superior intellect.

He was in the process of unlocking the door, leading to his apartment. It was not simple because he didn't really do simple. His door was covered with several locks that needed to be unlocked in a certain order. Then he needed to send a text message to an electric lock on the inside.

The building was run down on the wrong side of the tracks, but that was the way that he wanted it. Out here, no one would really bother him, because he needed his privacy.

He smiled, the front door opened and the man walked forward, his head slumped down. He had not gotten a good look at himself since waking up seconds after he had been sucker punched, so he would have to assess the damage.

The licks flickered on and he got a good look at himself, he had a rather sizeable bruise on the right side of his face.

'A broken jaw, on top of everything else, she just had to do that, she just had to spurn me, I didn't want to do this, but she forced my hand, it's all her fault,' he thought to himself and he stepped inside the apartment.

Clarity visited him as he got a better look at the apartment with everything that flickered to life.

The apartment looked pretty much like you would expect an apartment of someone of Edward's obsessive compulsive nature to be. Computer screens were arranged in an even pattern. Any blank spot without the screens, it was covered

The vast majority of the newspaper articles had to do with Harry Potter and the RAO corporation, but there were a few newspaper articles that had to deal with the likes of Bruce Wayne, Oswald Cobblepot, Roman Sionis, Ferris Boyle, Rupert Thorne, Simon Stagg, and a few other Gotham City notables strewn about evenly.

The apartment also contained what would be considered to be an extremely creepy shrine once devoted to Barbara Gordon. At least it once did. The shrine had been destroyed, in a fit of rage after he rejected her. Also in the corner, there rested a creepy looking Fortune Telling Animatronic once again.

The floor was spotless and clean and the rugs were arranged perfectly, everything was in the order that it should be.

Edward sat himself down in front of the massive screen, which upon closer inspection would be revealed to be several different screens that were lashed together. Hitting a key, everything flickered to life.

He had a bird's eye view of various camera and security systems, one of which happened to be the Gotham Private Academy, a place that he spent many of his days watching intently and calmly.

Nashton brought up his e-mail and flicked through it, his interest rising and falling depending on who sent him the e-mail interest.

"Crap, useless crap, mildly interesting, well something interesting from Sionis, utter crap from the Penguine, pure garbage, spam, crap, spam, spam, interesting…..a news article from Vicki Vale."

Nashton saw nothing that demanded his attention or rather nothing that demanded his immediate attention. He seemed bored and needed to indulge himself with something. Therefore he turned his attention to the RAO Corporation's computer systems, which he had been trying to hack with little success.

He picked up the coffee mug and his agitation was growing by the moment, with the little success that he had been able to get through.

"WHAT IS WITH YOU?" Edward yelled and he held the coffee mug, hurling it at a picture of Harry Potter.

The sound of the mug shattering managed to snap him out of his rage and he shook his head.

"Oh, no, I didn't mean that, you see I've had a very stressful day, and I'm sorry…..but I'm sure that you know what it's like, don't you, don't you, Doctor Potter?" he asked the picture, taking a hand towel and drying the coffee from the picture. "You must be surrounded by idiots every day, hell none of those hussies surrounding you….they're not smart enough, but I'm sure that they must have their benefits, but I don't think that they are quite good enough…..you know what I'm going through, right?"

Nashton's voice had a creepy tone to it and the frame was cracked. He rummaged through the desk drawer.

"Just take some of this, and you'll be as good as new, you see, we are cut from the same cloth, and you know what it's like to be someone who is not understood because you think of an entirely different level," Nashton whispered, his voice dropping, when he tended to the picture frame and smoothed the creases of the picture out quite lovingly. "But…..Miss Gordon, she should have known to let it go, I have her a warning, and she had to put her hands on me…..she started the war, I didn't."

Nashton prepared to plot some further revenge against Barbara Gordon, carefully mending the picture and the frame around it.

"So, how many of the things did she tell us….how many of them did you think were true?"

Donna and Kara were sitting across each other on Kara's bed, dressed in casual clothing. Kara dressed in a tight black t-shirt that showed her belly, along with a black skirt, and her shoes were kicked off. Donna was wearing a long white shirt but she was wearing not much else underneath. Her legs were crossed over each other, and she placed her finger in her mouth, sucking on it.

"It was really vivid, I mean really vivid," Donna said and Kara smiled.

"I know because you were getting yourself off on it."

"Well, like you weren't," Donna said, crossing her arms over her chest and giving Kara one of those looks. "But she seems to be one who likes to take charge."

"Well there's nothing wrong with someone who takes charge, especially in that area, and I didn't say that I wasn't, Donna," Kara said and Donna smiled wickedly. "But, it's funny that you should bring up the subject of domination…."

"I know, we're getting to that really, really soon," Donna commented, spreading her legs and she was showing what she was wearing underneath or rather what she wasn't wearing underneath.

Kara gave her a wry smile, her burning gaze etched on the young Amazon Princess. "Well, I'm sure that you are prepared to be dominated by Harry at a moment's notice."

"You say that as if that's a bad thing," Donna replied and Kara grinned, placing a hand on her shoulders. "But you're one of his Alphas…"

"Yes, and don't you forget it," Kara said, with a predatory gaze.

She seriously though about taking Donna right here, more lack of having anything to do other than anything else.

"But, you do get dominated a fair bit by Harry," Donna said and Kara's eyes flickered onto her.

Kara thought about it, and realized that the young Amazon Princess had a point.

"You know that Harry has one of those dominating presences, that will settle for nothing less than being the best, and he will make sure to keep all of his women in line," Kara told her and Donna's grin grew increasingly wicked.

"And you know my sister, Faora, and your older sister, for lack of a better term; they can all dominate you…"

"Like I said, dominating presence, they're older, you know that," Kara told Donna and the dark haired Amazon nodded in agreement.

"Oh yes, I know that, I'm well aware," Donna answered, shifting her weight and arms folded over each was this amused grin etched on her face. "But you seem to be dominated by the Alphas a fair bit, even if Harry isn't the one that is doing the dominating."

"Well, Donna, at least I don't have Har-Zod's mark on my ass," Kara told her and Donna folded her arms, biting down extremely hard on her lip.

"You know that was a very long time ago, it might as well have been a life time ago, and I am so sick and tired of hearing about that," Donna said with a glare.

Kara grinned back at her.

"Well, you…"

"I've been a good girl since then," Donna protested, staring Kara down and there was a sudden clearing of someone's throat that caused both girls to sit up straight.

Turning around, both girls saw Harry standing right in the doorway and Kara and Donna acted like they weren't about to do anything in his presence. It was a façade Harry saw through right away. He leaned in and smiled.

"You know Kara, just because you don't have my mark on your ass, I can change that if you like," Harry told her swiftly.

The blonde slid back on the bed with a slight "eep" once again and she shut up immediately, obviously she knew better than to say anything.

Donna looked a bit smug at that statement, but a look from Harry threw her completely and utterly back onto line. Harry sat himself down on the bed, between both of the girls, just in case they needed a barrier naturally.

He could see Kara's brain reboot of the thought of being marked on her ass. He wasn't sure if she was afraid of that or being a kinky bitch, she was kind of getting off on the thought of it. That being said, he placed his hands on Donna's shoulders, lightly massaging her, and working her way on the back of her neck.

Donna closed her eyes; his magic hands were getting to work once again, and working on the top of her scalp once again, running his fingers down the top of her head.

"Don't you have something to say?" Harry asked Kara and the blonde managed to return herself back to reality, distracted for a moment by Donna's hard nipples popping out of the front of her shirt.

"Oh, I'm…..yeah I'm sorry," Kara replied hastily.

Harry gave her one of those looks. It made her wonder what he was going to do next and got her excited about what he might be able to do. She gave Donna an apologetic smile.

But at as it turned out, Harry was not done yet, far from it, far from it.

"It isn't as much to tell her, you should show her," Harry told her and he spun Donna around, with a knowing look.

Both of them got the message loud and clear.

Donna gave a predatory smile when she pushed Kara back onto the bed, the blonde giving a squeak in surprise as she was overpowered with the Amazon strength once again, her tongue pushing deep into her mouth.

The blonde could feel the Amazon forcefully assault her mouth and Harry's hands were running down her legs, and her skirt was stripped off and her panties followed in swift action.

"Do you want to take the first taste?" Harry asked Donna and the Amazon eagerly nodded.

Donna Troy gave a devious grin, pushing herself down where she was perched between Kara's legs, grabbing her hips roughly.

"It would be a pleasure," Donna said and she inhaled the scent that was rising up between her legs. She hungrily dove between Kara's legs, frantically eating her out.

Kara lifted her hips, giving Donna more access and she reached forward, her hand gripping right around Harry's tool as he was stripped naked. The blonde managed to keep herself stroking Harry, working him up to pleasure and she felt Donna's tongue continue to delve deeper into her pussy.

The blonde's hips rolled up once again and she kept stroking Harry. Harder and harder she stroked him, feeling the tool grow and harden. With a wide grin, Kara shifted her position, still allowing Donna to eat her out. She kept jacking Harry out while the Amazon delved deep between her pussy lips.

"That's it, I think that it's time to take this to the next level," Harry whispered and Donna smiled, before she used her strength to flip Kara over.

Her ass was exposed and Donna looked at it.

"A nice ass, I think that I'll mark it," Donna replied, smacking Kara's ass, which causing her to yelp. "Oh, you like that, don't you, you're the one who is the naughty girl, aren't you?"

Kara yelped once again, still stroking Harry once again but his cock was just several inches away from her lips, and growing closer. The blonde Kryptonian felt Donna's finger inch between her tight rear and the blonde was nearly losing her mind from the pleasure she felt.

Her tongue licked Harry's manhood, and it was inches away from going through her lips. She whimpered with the greatest pleasure and he was this much closer to her. The blonde felt him tease and tempt her.

Kara's hot mouth took his cock into her mouth and she sucked it. As Kara did this, Donna played with her ass, and alternated between fingering that and her pussy.

Donna stroked her pussy a little bit and she needed some relief. She wanted Kara suck Harry's cock, her eyes up towards him and Harry cupped her breasts. The beautiful blonde came down upon him, pushing her mouth down onto his cock.

Kara was hungrily working him over and Donna parted her thighs once more, and she had a strap on. She was nice and wet, and Donna slid inside her.

Donna placed her hands on Kara's hips and rammed her hard, driving the fake cock into her. The blonde moaned beneath her.

"Oh, yeah, I think that I'm going to the one that marks your ass," Donna said, slapping Kara on the ass, when he rammed into her. "That's it, suck Harry's cock."

"Yes, she's being a good girl, isn't she?" Harry grunted, feeling the wet heat around his mouth. Kara worked him over, attempting to coax every drop of cum out of him, his balls throbbing with desire.

"Yes, a good bitch, and believe me, I'm going to fuck her like one and hard," Donna whispered, her hands resting on her bitch's hips. The Amazon Princess rammed Kara hard, knowing that her turn would come next and she could not wait.

Donna decided that she wanted to shift a change of venue, as nice as Kara's pussy felt, she wanted something even more. She decided to remove herself from the wet hot organ.

Kara was about to protest, but Harry rammed his cock into her mouth, causing her to feel pleasure once again and to be distracted. Donna lubricated her fingers with Kara's juices and then slowly lubricated her ass.

The blonde was distracted by happily sucking on Harry's cock but she could feel her slit being pleasured once again. She was really this close to losing her mind once again, and she wanted Harry to lose his fluids in her mouth.

Suddenly, Donna drove deep into her ass from behind and pushed into her. A hard thrust caused Kara's sensors to go overloaded. Donna started into her and was barely just getting started when she rammed her.

"Huh, how do you like that, do you want me fucking your ass, and marking it?" Donna asked, ramming herself into Kara from behind.

Kara could feel her intense and rough motion, her hot rear clamping around the tool. Things were getting really intense. Thanks to the magical properties of the strap on, Donna really felt as much as it did.

"Oh your ass, it feels so fucking good," Donna whispered, and she licked Kara's body and nibbled on her back.

Continuing to hit her stride once again, Donna rammed her from behind and Kara squealed in delight once again. She kicked up her stride, hanging on, and Harry kept fucking her face.

"Oh she's going to make me cum," Harry whispered to Donna.

"Well, you should see how hard she's cumming," Donna said, deciding to dip her fingers into Kara's smoldering hot pussy, and then she lifted her fingers for Harry to taste.

Harry took her hand and locked his lips onto one of them. Donna filled with lust, her nipples growing even harder when Harry sucked Kara's cum off of her fingers.

Donna managed to hold on, ramming into Kara and she could see that her nipples were growing hard.

She released that Harry released her hand and she ram them, down, playing with Kara's nipples. That action caused her to squeal with delight.

Donna's cum channeled through the magic dildo and she blasted it into Kara's ass. The blonde closed her eyes, and savored the moment. There was a moment where Harry paused, her moaning causing a delightful vibration, and she brought him deep into her throat, as deep as possible.

His balls sized up once again and he launched his sticky seed into her throat. Burst after burst of cum launched his cum into her mouth and down her throat. Kara greedily swallowed each drop of cum as it sprayed down her throat.

"Well, it's time for you to get your reward, Donna," Harry said and he stalked her like a predator, eying her.

Donna was pushed down onto the bed, her lips still stained with Kara's arousal and Harry gave her a delicious kiss once again, and her legs spread, preparing to accommodate him.

He didn't really wait for that long. Harry never was one to play with his food for longer than he needed to. He rammed himself deep between her legs, stretching her out. Hands locked in and Harry gained the leverage that he needed to work into her body.

Donna found herself launched into heaven. The orgasm spiked through her body when he spiked himself into her.

"Harry, Harry, oh Harry," Donna moaned and Harry nibbled on her ample chest and that drove her completely wild. Her hot hips pushed up when he rammed into her.

The dark haired Amazon princess was driven into the bed and she hung on, her back arched, and she was feeling the pleasure that exploded through her body. Her loins felt pleasure by him and he rammed into her even harder from above. Her hips pushed up to meet his thrusts, with Harry squeezing and groping her.

"Oh god, oh god, more, deeper, oh god," Donna whispered once again and her hot pussy walls closed in onto him.

"You wanted this, you got it, and you got all of it," Harry said and he lavished her chest and she was screaming with pleasure.

After nearly driving her through the bed, Harry pulled out of her once again.

Donna felt her arms and legs bound together and she got excited with Harry taking her like this. She was on her front once again, her pussy exposed once again for him.

Harry speared into her when she was on her hands and knees from behind.

"You're nothing but a dirty Amazon who enjoys being dominated by a stronger man, aren't you?" Harry asked, spiking into her to emphasize his words.

Each thrust rammed her harder and Donna closed her eyes. She really felt this and increased her lust when she hugged around his tool.

"Uh huh, uh huh, oh more, oh great Hera, more," Donna moaned, and he felt his hands treat her tits nicely. His strong hands caressed and squeezed a pair of ample breasts. The Amazon closed her eyes and felt him go into her.

Her face was pushed into the bed, with her ass up in the air. Kara was starting to come back to life, and she spread her legs, rubbing on her clit.

Donna was rammed harder from behind. The tight young Amazon begged Harry to take her, and being the loving husband that he was, Harry wasn't about to let her down. The emerald eyed Kryptonian rammed into her as hard as he could from behind.

"I'm getting closer," Harry whispered and he could see Kara push herself underneath Donna, her dripping pussy exposed.

With a smile, the Kryptonian forced the Amazon to be shoved into her pussy, making her eat it. That caused Harry's balls to throb once again.

"Yes, that's right, eat my pussy, you know that you've been wanting to do it," Kara said with relish.

She would show Donna who the truly dominating person was, but naturally the fact that she had considerable help from Harry to do the dominating helped her.

Donna wasn't going to complain, driven by her pussy lust, she couldn't stop herself. The honey pot was out in front of her and the Amazon princess had to have it. Donna drove hers tongue deeper in between Kara's legs, as she was smothered between her lips once again.

Harry grunted, Donna's pussy gripped him from behind and he pushed himself into her, his balls throbbing.

All three of them experienced an explosive orgasm at once, with Harry injecting his seed into Donna. The Amazon shuddered with increasing pleasure, and Harry injecting him into her. The green eyed sorcerer emptied himself into Donna.

His juices drained from her pussy, and Kara slowly dragged over beneath Donna and prepared to taste her.

Kara shuddered with Harry's burning gaze locked onto her. He could do anything that he wanted to her and she was perfectly fine with that.

"It's your turn, don't worry."

"You're serious…all of the pieces…well that adds a new twist on things," Sarah whispered over the radio, but James Gordon was on his way onto the set of the Terror Remake.

"Yes, but if he is any trouble, I'm going to need back up," Gordon replied and Sarah did not say anything more. Gordon added as an afterthought. "But I think that I can handle him."

"Jones and I are on our way."

If his hunch was right, then he would nail Karlo right here and there. He was working his way through the studio, both as a revenge plot and also a remake of one of his films. He lived and died by films, his films, and it was the only thing that he knew. As many have said it was a personal vanity of Karlo.

He would have to go to the Director, that was the second to last victim, and then the main actor, the star of the production would be next.

Karlo was following a pattern, which proved that he had a plan but he was also predictable to be honest. After flashing his badge, Gordon made his way inside of the studio.

"Where is the Director?" Gordon asked him one of the guards and the guard turned around, pointing him out to the dressing room door.

He could see the Director's dressing room in his line of sight. The door was cracked open and Gordon suspected that someone left in a real hurry. The evidence just screamed a hasty exit was made. The GCPD officer rushed his way up the steps, if he had stayed with the Director, Karlo's game would uncover and become unravel.

He stepped inside and Gordon stopped and stared. The guard who lead him inside watched as well.

It was the body of the Production Assistant, lying on the floor. Gordon could see him on the ground and he looked down upon him. Turning around slowly, without even breaking his stride, Gordon turned to the guard.

"Radio in, and see where the guard has gone," Gordon said, he had his suspicions, whether or not they would become true. Whether they would become true, he would find out.

The guard radioed in and asked around before returning to Gordon in a few seconds. "He's heading in the direction of Matt Hagen's dressing room."

Gordon was afraid of that, because it was following the obvious pattern.

"Hagen might be in danger…the Director…..is not really the Director," Gordon said and he sprinted off into the direction of where the dressing room was.

The guard was asking questions about what was going on here but Gordon was walking at a brisk place. He blocked pretty much anything out of his mind other than the investigation at hand.

Arriving on the scene, he saw it, it was like a scene out of a horror movie, all it needed was some creepy music in the background to add to the atmosphere. The Director advanced on Hagen, a dagger drawn.

There was a foot in between the two of them and Hagen was oblivious to what was going on around him. He had headphones on and was reading a script, somewhat in disdain by the looks of things. If he actually looked in the mirror that was in front of him, he would see how close to death.

"PUT DOWN THE KNIFE, KARLO!"

Karlo stopped suddenly taken off guard and that shot even jarred Hagen back out of his stupor, seeing the "Director's" face.

Karlo lunged at Hagen and stabbed at him, but he only ripped into the chair with the stab.

He got one good shot and Gordon was damned if he was going to let him pull off a second. With trigger quick reflexes, Gordon fired him in the shoulder once. This shot hit on target and caused the dagger to clatter to the ground really hard. Another shot to the leg dropped the man himself down to the ground.

Hagen jumped completely out of his seat, and then fell backwards, in an overly dramatic fashion. He was screaming. "What the hell is going on?"

Hagen was down on the ground and Gordon advanced past him, ignoring that question for now. He could see Karlo make his way for the dagger once again but Gordon kicked it away.

"It's up Karlo, it's done, you've lost," Gordon told him and the actor cradled his shoulder and tried to pull himself up to his feet but he couldn't on account of being shot directly in the leg.

"No, it was perfect, it was…..how could you have….it was a fool proof plan!" Karlo bellowed in an overly dramatic manner. "They desiccated my legacy, so I was going to ruin them…"

It was that that point where Sarah Essen and John Jones turned up, to back him up. Slowly it dawned on the actor. Karlo realized that the odds were not in his favor, given that three of the GCPD's finest swarmed over him.

A rough looking man escorted Selina Kyle into a dimly lit office in a rather decrepit looking building in one of the rougher districts in Gotham. The Falcone family relocated here after the incident at the Gotham Arms Hotel at the start of the month.

It was a distinct down grade, to be honest. Selina walked forward, and saw Mario, that little weasel Alberto, and Johnny Vitti, who looked like Moe from the Three Stooges, if Moe had eaten Curly and consumed his body mass, that was.

They were hunched over, in a spirited discussion about something or other. Selina really couldn't bring herself to care. Alberto was looking more annoyed by the minute with what his cousin was telling him. Mario simply sat back and allowing the scene to play out, or really he didn't seem like there was any need to stop him at all.

Mario's eyes shifted and he saw Selina turn up right them. He turned to both his brother and his cousin. "The two of you go, now."

"But….."

"I said go," Mario said, cutting off any protests.

First, Alberto got to his feet and walked off, looking rather sullen and grumbling. Johnny followed off next to him, rather stoic as well and Mario waved off his two bodyguards, giving them the okay to leave.

Now that everyone was out of the way and they could not be disturbed, Mario walked over and greeted Selina with a hug.

"It's good to see you once again, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart," Mario told her and Selina smiled.

"I know, I know," Selina said, trying to be cordial but at the same time, not wanting him to get the wrong idea about her intentions.

"You needed to speak with me, you said it was urgent," Mario said with a smile on her face.

"Yes, it's urgent but…"

"We have plenty of time tonight, you should sit down, take a break, I'm sure that you've been working hard at the club…..running the business is harder than running the floor, isn't it?" Mario asked in a conversational tone.

"Yes, it is, but it isn't like I haven't had plenty of help," Selina said and Mario looked at her.

He knew better than to pry in personal business, because he knew that he would get shut down, so it was obvious that he wanted to get into her good graces.

"Sit down, have a drink, and then you can discuss why you needed to talk to me," Mario said and Selina smiled.

"Yes, a drink would be good," she told him, after all that she had been through, she really needed a drink.

"A toast then, to our good fortune, after a rough year," Mario said and it was obvious that he had been under a lot of pressure of his own, pouring the glass of wine and offering it to Selina, who took it. Then he took one of his own.

"So, how have you been?"

"Business has been difficult, with my father out of commission, they think that I'm a pushover, and don't get me started on the fat bird and what he's been up to," Mario said, taking a long swig of wine. "But you know….I'm glad to see that his night club went up in flames, serves him right for getting too big for his oversized britches, thinking that he could waddle back into Gotham City."

"Weren't you trying to make a deal with Thorne?"

"Everyone's trying to make a deal with Thorne, my father would have had a deal made by now, but Thorne is stringing us a long, I think he's trying to figure out exactly what the state is of the Falcone Family and how far my father is along for recovering," Mario commented once again. "God damn bastard is being stubborn if he isn't, and then there's Zucco….oh don't get me started on that son of a bitch, and there's a lot of pressure from the family, and Alberto sure isn't going to step up in any way possible."

Mario Falcone moved on wits edge to be honest and Selina could see that one little push would send him over the top. He might have been the point where there was no return. He had been drinking a little bit right now, and it seemed like what happened inspired him to drink just a little bit more.

"I didn't really think that things had gotten so bad," Selina said and Mario looked at her.

"Sorry, not your problem really, but it does help to get these things off my chest, because talking to Alberto about them…..well I'm sure what kind of response that you'd imagine that I'd get from that one," Mario replied once again. "What did you want to see me from?"

"You…..actually I'll handle this, because it seems like you have enough problems…."

"No, you came and saw me, you never call like that, unless something is really wrong, and let's face it, if you came to me, you can't handle it yourself," Mario said, downing the glass of wine with one more large swig.

"I've been having trouble with Gentleman Jim…..he wants to use some of the girls…well you know how he operates."

Mario listened intently and patiently at what Selina said once again and he was sympathetic to her problems, but it did present a rather interesting problem for him.

"So, I was hoping that you could either talk to him, or maybe get him to lay off…"

Mario looked rather sympathetic to her. "I'm sorry…..but I can't do that."

Selina was about ready to ask why he couldn't do it, but sure enough, Mario beat her to the punch.

"Jansen is one of the guys still loyal to the family, and while he's not exactly the most tolerable to be around, that gives him an allowance for a certain amount of loyalty as well."

Selina looked dismal to be honest and she wondered what she could do now.

"Are you sure that there isn't anything that you can do, after all we've been friends for a long time?"

Mario looked rather, thoughtful and he slowly reached over, putting his hand on her shoulder. He ran his hand over it, and looked into her deep eyes rather meaningful.

Selina knew that he had been drinking but this was getting rather uncomfortable.

"Perhaps if we cultivate a closer working relationship, I might be able to do something," Mario said and Selina pulled away from him.

A frown etched on her face and Mario glared at her through narrowed eyes. Selina felt extremely uncomfortable now.

"I can't believe this, we talked about this shit before, we talked about boundaries…."

"No," he growled, as Selina got up to her feet, but he got back up to her. "You said that nothing was going to happen, and then the Roman told me to lay off it but the Roman isn't around, I'm in charge, and now you need something to me, but you won't get anything in return."

He backed her off a little bit more and Selina prepared to defend herself. Her back was to the window, there was a hell of a rain storm raging outside. That was nothing to how stormy Mario's temper was getting, he was red in the face and it wasn't because of the alcohol either.

"If you want something from me, then it's going to cost you something in return," he whispered, quite harshly in fact, and there was malice dripping from his voice. "Or am I so disgusting to you that you won't even consider it?"

Mario reached forward, and grabbed her by the upper arm with both hands, and turned it, digging his thumbs into her skin so hard that it would breeze.

Selina wasn't going to take this, she slapped Mario so hard that she left a red mark on his cheek.

He responded by shoving her through the office window in a fiery temper.

Selina crashed through the window to the ground before, landing hard amidst the shards of broken glass and window frame.