Ascension 2

Chapter 61: Move Along, Nothing To See.

Selina Kyle should have figured out what was going to happen. The problem was that it happened fast that it was really hard to figure out. Mario pushed her out that window so fast that everything flashed before them.

Then again, who would have expected one of their most trusted friends to push them out of the window?

'Well this worked out well,' Selina thought in a hazed manner.

It was amazing how quickly things sped up when you fell down towards the ground. But then again, she didn't really fall all the way down to the ground, at first. Her back was against the back of a platform, and there was some window waster platform that had been left there.

Fortunately, it had broken her fall, at least for the most part. However, there was just one problem, the wood that was underneath her back was extremely rotten, and it did an amazing job of slowing some of her momentum, at least a lot of it.

It arrested some of her momentum, that was sure, but she hit a mental awning, and then she flipped over, landing onto the ground with a solid thump.

Her body hit the ground once again, the rain splashing down onto her face. Some of the glass slid off of the platform, coming dangerously close to hitting her. That was the last thing that she knew before she was blacked out.

James Gordon thought that it was going to be nice to put this extremely long investigation behind him. Especially when one considered the fact that it was a relatively minor case that somehow turned major. It was a wonder that he managed not to put together all of the pieces until just recently. Karlo came inches away from killing Matt Hagen and finishing his crusade then and there.

Gordon apprehended him but to stop the crazed madman, he had to shoot Karlo in the shoulder and the back of his leg. So as for right now, the medics had arrived, to get him checked out.

Karlo stood quietly, but it seemed like he was seething right there. His shoulder was completely damaged in the impact from the bullet. With his hands cuffed above his head, it was extremely difficult for the medic to do his work.

"We need to work on his arm, but I can't quite get to it," one of the medics said, in a grumbling tone of voice.

"So, I found the bodies, with each of them having a mask on it, and Karlo very nearly got away with the perfect crime," Gordon said once again. If he didn't overplay his hand, he might have gotten away from it.

He wanted to ruin the remake of the Terror and he made a mistake of allowing the bodies to be easily found. Then again, he was an embittered actor and not a career criminal, therefore he was not someone who was really wise in committing any kind of crimes. There was also the case of maybe his vanity getting the better of him and letting the bodies be found on purpose.

"So, you're really saying that it was Karlo underneath that mask," Essen said, she was pretty sure that he was right, it would make sense.

But the evidence was kind of circumstantial, with a lot of guesswork being involved in the process. It was way too much guesswork. There was the very real possibility Karlo could walk.

"She does have a point," John said once again, the medics working slowly over Karlo's shoulder.

"It's a possibility that he could walk about this, we don't have anything, no finger prints or blood have been uncovered," Gordon said, much as he loathed to admit it, Karlo was good enough to keep his tracks covered.

Whether that was through sheer dumb luck or planning, that was another matter for debate for another time. Criminals had been able to walk with much more damning evidence flashing in front of the faces of those who convicted them. It was Gotham City.

"I mean, it's got to be Karlo, this circle started with him, didn't it?" Bullock asked once again, in his usual gruff and charming tone of voice.

Gordon turned to Bullock and gruffly responded, "The last two victims had masks on to disguise themselves as someone else…..but unless we remove the mask, we won't be able to determine who is under there, if anyone of relevance is."

"Oh, is that, all, well that's not a problem."

Bullock walked over, surprisingly fast for a man of his size. He ambled over towards Karlo. Karlo looked up, completely and utterly surprised. Grunting, Bullock reached over and grabbed the mask in his chubby hands.

"Bullock, wait….."

But it was in fact too late, the mask was ripped from Karlo's face. A blood curdling scream left Karlo's mouth when the mask ripped from his face.

It was obvious by this point that he had just finished the mask. The glue didn't have any time to dry. Gordon rushed over, seeing Bullock hold the mask in his hand, blood dripping from the mask. Pieces of Karlo's face may have been ripped off with the mask. His skin had been torn asunder.

Bullock finally came back to life, bringing himself back to some semblance of sense, dropping it on the ground.

"You….you….we got to stop the bleeding, and treat the wounds before they got infected, sit still….Mr. Karlo," the EMT said, urgency in his voice.

"You….ruffian…I won't let you get away with this, you won't….you haven't…." Karlo said,

The pain became too much and his screams grew increasingly incoherent. Gordon took decisive action and pushed Karlo down on a cot. He pushed the syringe into his shoulder to hopefully calm the man down.

The syringe pushed into his shoulder, stabilizing his body and causing his heart rate to slow down. His heart rate was manageable and they could treat him that way.

"I didn't know…..I didn't know that he just put a fresh one on his face, how was I supposed to know that was going to happen?" Bullock asked.

"Well, you really couldn't," Sarah agreed once again.

"No, you couldn't, but at least that confirms that it's Karlo….." John said grimly.

The blood curdling screams would be etched in their collective subconscious for quite some time.

"The ravages of time…."

"To be fair, the bastard wasn't that much of a looker in his day," Bullock grumbled, without any tact.

"Well he did have a certain appeal to some women," Sarah persisted, not to her, but for his time, he was considered a heart throb.

"Well, guess that his looks would have to be something, because the guy couldn't go on with his acting."

"Sequel, there's always a sequel," Karlo whispered before he was further sedated and treated for his injuries.

Matt Hagen watched this man closely. a man who obviously didn't have much going for him now that his looks faded. In Hollywood, that was all that was important. In this business, if you lost your looks, your career and future was down the toilet. Then what would you have for yourself?

Hagen turned towards the mirror, becoming rather self-conscious. His movie star good looks were still there and there was not a wrinkle in place. He checked, double checked, and triple checked again. Still no wrinkles, so he relaxed, at least for now.

The fact that one could potentially lose their looks struck him rather hard and it hit extremely close to home. He nearly hyperventilated at the thought of turning out like Karlo.

'That can't happen to me, it won't happen to me.'

Hagen repeated this statement in his head like a madness mantra.

A dark apartment on the outskirts of Gotham City was abandoned. The apartment looked fairly nice and tidy on the inside, maybe just a little bit dusty. The quiet and tranquil state was broken up by a person who stumbled about in the hallway. It seemed to be a miracle that she actually got there.

A shaky hand turned the door knob and it clicked open. With some effort, the person on the other end of the door pushed it open.

A hand moved around, with bruised fingers, and managed to fumble around before finding the light switch. The dark apartment illuminated to bring things to life.

Selina Kyle had seen better days, cradling a black cat with bright green eyes in her arms.

"Uh, I feel like something the cat dragged in," she muttered, and the cat looked up at her, with a questioning purr. "No offense, Isis, no offense."

She bent down; her back killing her when she did. Some of the pieces of scaffolding were lucky not to lodge into her back. Not to mention the glass and she was a total and utter wreck.

Isis was put down on the floor and Selina brushed her hair from her eyes. Gingerly, the woman turned around and locked the door.

Selina was visited with a strong coughing fit. It got so bad that she coughed blood out of her mouth. She had the presence of mind to lift her hand up and block it from splattering onto the carpet.

Slowly and almost absent mindedly, she lifted her fingers to her hand and licked the fresh blood off of it, slowly, and sensually.

Shaking her head and bringing herself to her senses. Looking punch drunk, the woman staggered over towards the kitchen.

"You must be starving, out there alone in this world, let's get you fixed up," Selina said, lifting her hand to her face and braced herself for another coughing fit.

Fortunately, the coughing fit subsided. She rummaged through her kitchen cabinet. The woman removed a can of tuna from it, and then grabbed a saucer along with some milk.

"Here, you go Isis, that's a good kitty, that's a good kitty, yes, you're a good kitty, someone must have been mean to abandon you out there," Selina practically purred, putting the tuna and saucer of milk down in front of the cat.

Now that the cat was taken care of, Selina had to take care of herself.

Gingerly, she made her way to the bathroom, stepping carefully with each movement. She shook her head, catching a look at her bruised face in the bathroom mirror. The woman slowly and delicately stripped off her bloodied clothes.

Black and blue to be honest; what wasn't black and blue; it had turned into a yellow.

Ignoring a voice in the back of her head, saying that she should have gone to the hospital, she stepped into the shower. Selina grudgingly admitted that the cuts could have been far worse. She would take care of them.

At least the ringing in her head had calmed down; she wouldn't have been surprised if she would have sustained a concussion on her way down.

Selina turned on the shower, making sure that it was really hot. She began to scrub at her skin, trying to remove the dirt and grime from it and cleaning the cuts. Selina scrubbed it so hard that it was reduced to a raw red. Closing her eyes, she bit down on her lip and slowly shut the pain out.

She stuck around underneath the shower for a long amount of time. It was so long that the shower water turned cold, causing the woman to shiver.

That snapped her back to life once again and she reached up, turning the water off. Selina was out of it so much that she was underneath the shower so long that she ran all of the hot water out.

Selina stepped out, feeling a little bit better but not completely. She dried herself off.

Looking up, she peered into the mirror and saw her face reflected in the mirror. That was the first time that she saw it there since she went through a glass window.

There was a vase of flowers sitting on the counter, ironically enough sent by Mario Falcone. Calmly, tranquilly she looked at the flowers. She gave a long sigh.

In a fit of rage, Selina picked up the flowers and hurled it at the mirror, shattering it.

The mirror was broken but there was still enough of the mirror remaining where she could see her reflection.

"This won't do at all," Selina said, thankfully all of the blood, glass, and grime had been washed out of her hair.

Reaching over to a drawer off to the side, she rummaged through it. She found a pair of scissors.

Selina diligently worked on her hair, cutting it slowly but surely, as it all fell to the ground. One strand at a time was snipped as she formed her new look.

She checked her progress, sure it wasn't a professional stylish level quality, but it would do. Selina didn't stop cutting her hair until it was super short.

It was cut into a pixie cut and Selina looked at it, with a smile on her face.

"Perfect."

Only that word came out in more of a purr, so it was purrfect. She walked over, feeling a bit better by herself, parking herself over by the window. It was an indictment of how long she was in the shower because the sun was rising.

The rain and the storm outside ceased once again. Selina lifted her hands up, still naked as the day that she was born, doing a full cat like stretch.

On the floor, Isis looked at her, given a very tentative. "Meow."

"Yes, I agree," Selina said, stretching carefully. Her skin was still raw red a little bit but she was on the mend. "Wait until they get a look at me."

The sun continued to rise over Gotham City, and it was a brand new day, a brand new day with some brand new potential for chaos.

Faora arrived home from Metropolis; in fact she just literally got back from the airport right now. She stopped and smiled at the sight that greeted her upon her arrival.

Harry was taking a nap or more likely he was just resting. The yellow sun's loving embraced caressed his face.

'Soon you will be strong enough to enjoy the full benefits of what it has to offer, my brother,' Faora said, taking a good look at her brother. He sprawled out on the couch with a book laid out across his chest.

Faora really wished that she would have been back any sooner. Business came before pleasure and there was a lot of business to be had.

It was looking like her commutes would be far more often because of the success of the Red Sun's launch. To say that it met all expectations and then exceeded them would be putting things fairly nicely. It was really selling out, the stores could barely keep it on the shelves. The produce was that hot.

Faora smiled as she thought of future business. The model that Harry designed for the Spring launch would break the records they set. A more powerful model between a palm pilot and a phone were ready. That was not counting the tablet and the laptop.

This technology might not be possible for several more years without their innovation.

That being said, the larger model coming out in Spring would be the attractive halfway point and ease them into something more powerful. And if there is anything that she thought humans liked a lot of, it was more power. Faora was amused by the fact that they always needed the best and the biggest gadgets.

'Well, good for them,' Faora thought placing her hands on her hips once again and she wondered if she should rouse Harry.

She decided to allow him to nap just a little bit longer.

The phone was a good thing in the sense that not only did it offer some ground breaking profits, but more importantly it allowed Harry to finish his Doctorate in Electrical Engineering. That knocked the total up to four, so needless to say she was pretty proud of him.

With a smile, she watched him sleep a little bit more. When she was bored with that, the Kryptonian sauntered over towards him. She saw him sprawled out of on the couch, and Faora's pride for her brother and how much that he was doing, she wanted to show him exactly how proud that she was of him.

Therefore the dark haired woman straddled his waist calmly, making sure not to rouse him just yet. She managed to perch herself onto him, looking down at him. She slowly but she surely lifted the book off of his chest.

Then without another word, Faora reached forward and started to slowly stroke Harry's hair. He slowly roused himself to a state of being awake.

He was stretching rather carefully, much like a cat, and he managed to look up at her.

"Good afternoon, Har," Faora said with a smile on her face, playing with a lock of his hair, and running her hand down to his cheek, slowly stroking it once again. Her bright blue eyes locked right onto his adoring green ones.

"Good afternoon, Faora, I see that you're back from Metropolis," he said.

She nodded in response with a bright smile on her face.

"Yes, and I see that you got your fourth doctorate, amazing, but then again, you are," Faora said, leaning in to close the gap between both of them.

Their lips met, with a passionate kiss once with each other. Their tongues performed the age old clash for domination.

"You know, we should…"

"Right here, anywhere, I don't care," Faora said once again but Harry scooped her up into his arms and made his way to the bedroom.

Even without the full scope of his powers, due to the red watch that Harry wore that blocked his powers, he still was quick. Faora was not one to left waiting.

They exchanged another passionate kiss with each other. They stripped each other slowly and sensually, leaving each other naked. From there things got really heated between the pair of them.

Faora pressed her lips onto Harry's, straddling his body, and slowly kissing all the way down it. Harry returned fire, caressing her naked body in response.

Each kiss brought her closer to him and she decided to hover over him, in the air, her nude body swaying. She gave him a sultry smile, dipping her head down. She engulfed his tool, adding warm and wet heat to it.

Her skilled mouth engulfed his tool in one movement and then she popped out, using her tongue once again. She licked his large phallus once again. Faora's hands stroked and lovingly caressed his huge balls.

"Just relax, Har, let me please you," Faora whispered and Harry looked at her with a smile on his face.

"You aren't going to get any argument out of me because of that," Harry grunted, with lust burning through his eyes.

Faora's lips locked onto him, his manhood popping between her lips once again. Harry held her around her face and pumped deep into her waiting and eager mouth. The woman came down onto him and speared him down her throat. She bobbed up and down onto him to make sure he got the most out of the pleasure she offered.

Faora wanted to taste her brother's seed, and grabbed him around the hips. The suction of her lips increased when she pushed herself down onto his tool. Harry groaned and lifted his hips up.

Faora rolled her head back and accepted his seed spilling into her mouth. The Kryptonian goddess sucked his seed into her mouth and she hummed hungrily, the more that he splattered down her throat. She brought herself down onto his tool once again, rocking her throat down onto him, and slowly she pulled off.

Harry smiled when she pulled off of him and his hands reached up, grabbing her hips.

"Time to return the favor," Harry whispered and she lowered herself closer onto him.

With one fell motion, she straddle his face and Harry pushed his tongue deep into her. Faora moaned loudly. His actions always served to wind her up and make her hot and horny. Harry's fingers teasing her asshole again, and she closed her eyes, his skilled tongue making her nice and wet.

There was electricity that struck her body and her hips rocked down onto him. His tongue spiked deep into her body once again. Faora panted, and her nectar spilled into his mouth forever more.

Each push of his tongue drove her wilder and Harry smiled, he was going to keep this one up as long as he could go. His hands groped her supple backside. He continued to manipulte his tongue further into her. Faora's snatch grinding and pulsing onto his tongue the more that he worked into her.

His hands cupped her tits, and she unleashed another gushing flood of juices.

Slowly, Faora slid off of Harry, seductive crawling backwards, her breasts sliding against his chest when she moved down.

She did the splits in mid-air, showing her flexibility and her hot cunt hovered over his erect and hard pole.

"Do you want it," she said, burning seduction coming from her eyes and voice, when she licked her lips. She could see how hard he was and that answered a question that answered many questions in fact.

Her tightness closed around him and she closed her eyes, feeling his manhood buried between her legs. Faora whimpered, grinding her center onto him. His tool pushed deep between her legs, and she rocked herself up and came down onto him. Their hips met together with a stunning amount of pleasure.

Grabbing her ass, Harry encouraged her to ride up and down. He sat up and she leaned forward.

"Yes, my love, yes, that's great," Faora whimpered, and she decided that a change of venue was in order.

Harry seemed to agree, and he rolled her over onto her back. Her legs closed around his waist, to make sure that he didn't venture too far from her body. Harry ran his hands all over her tight body, and continued to work her over. She closed her eyes, feeling another spike of pleasure through her body and cupped her breasts harder.

He drove deeper between her legs and Faora thrashed her hips up once again, spreading her legs far. As an added bonus, the sultry Kryptonian bent herself back as well. Her great flexibility caused Harry to work himself into her body, spearing into her body, and she trashed her hips up towards him.

Harry pummeled into her once again, her tight walls closing around his tool the more that he pressed into her.

His mouth lavished her nipples and Faora dug her fingers into his shoulder.

"Calm down, we've got all night," Harry whispered, licking her nipple a little bit more and causing her to shiver.

"Can't help it, want you so badly."

Harry slowed his thrusts to a crawl and it caused her pussy to ache with desire. It burned with need and he thrust himself deep into her. Each thrust quelled her inner most fire and she engulfed him hard.

"I know you want it," Harry whispered once again and he rammed himself deep into her center once again.

Her center struck with more pleasure than ever before and Faora was having the time of her life once again. She didn't want this to end and tried to draw it out as much as she could. Her legs wrapped around him, with his hands roaming all over her body.

"But I know what you really want," Harry whispered and he started to pull out but she stopped him.

"Finish here, take me elsewhere later," Faora whispered, she wanted him to take her ass and hard.

That being said, Harry was not going to complain, her tight hot center squeezed him, and her body jerked up, taking his manhood into her. She held him in tight, tugging on his cock, and the sensation that filled his balls indicated that he was getting closer. Her hands roamed his body.

"Cum, please," Faora begged once again, pumping her hips up to meet his thrusts, imagining his spurts of cum splashing into her and her slick walls hugged him.

Harry smiled, good things did come to those who waited for now. Her hands roamed his body, squeezing his biceps.

"Harder, harder," Faora begged him in a deep purr and she paused, with him rolling off of the bed, still sheathed inside her.

He pushed her up against the book case and fucked her even harder once again. Her back pressed against it. Faora tightened her hips against his throbbing tool, her hips grinding up and down him and he pushed into her.

The dark haired vixen wrapped her arms around him and she pumped her hips up, closing her eyes, and feeling his manhood buried into her. Her hips kept rolling up once again, and she closed her eyes, feeling the absolute pleasure that burned through her loins when he worked himself into her.

"That's it, oh that's it," Harry grunted and he was getting closer to injecting his seed into her.

Faora's box grew tighter around his tool, and Harry rammed into her hard. She closed her eyes, whimpering with pleasure once again, and she pushed up, meeting his manhood when he pumped into her.

His hot seed splashed into her body, entering her body at an increasing and rapid fire. She could feel him painting her insides, and making her pussy absolutely wet with desire.

"As promised."

Those two words were extremely simple but it worked, with Harry walking her over, and pushing her up against the wall. Her nipples hit the cool surface and he pushed into her pussy, and lubricated her surface again, her legs spreading nicely for him.

Faora floated a little bit off of the air, and Harry placed his hands onto her hips. He took aim for her tight and delicious rear.

Harry shoved his cock into her ass and she locked her fingers into the wall, slightly damaging it.

Her heat vision burned into the wall, writing the words "fuck me" into it. Harry wasn't going to be denied, he rammed into her hard from behind. Her rear closed around his tool. In response to this tight friction, Harry hammered her over and over again.

Faora closed her eyes, biting down onto her lip when he pushed into her from behind, and his hands combed over her breast once again.

The dark haired woman focused on the pleasure of him hammering her ass from behind over and over again. Each thrust into her brought her to greater forms of pleasure. He drilled her ass with increasing pleasure.

"Are you enjoying this?" Harry asked and Faora bit down on her lip, nodding her head in absolute pleasure in response.

Her ass was being drilled, as he pushed her against the wall. He expanded his domination into her. Both of them were working up a great sweat with each other, and Harry's hands were working over her once again.

His balls drilled into her thighs behind and Harry passed into her, with his hands continued to run over her, with the green eyed wizard kissing on the back of her neck. He sucked on it, driving all her sensitive spots.

His hand brushed his fingers against her smoldering hot snatch. She closed her eyes, once again the pleasure increased with a huge spike going through her body. He picked up the pace once again.

"Almost there," Harry whispered, licking her ear and Faora nodded.

His raging cock nearly knocked her into a pleasure coma. Her tight anus enveloped him and he pounded her into jelly. His fingers manipulated her vagina and clit which spiked her pleasure to new levels.

"Yes, yes, oh yes, please," Faora whimpered, his hands traveling over her body.

Her nipples grew harder and the Kryptonian goddess could feel the orgasm rush through her. She hungered for his cum as always. She could never get enough of it.

The hot rush of cum splattered into her buns from behind. Faora felt herself drilled into the wall hard from behind. Her ass closed around him with Harry injecting load after load of his cum into her tight ass.

Faora slid down against the wall, in pleasure. Harry forced her up by the hair, giving her a smoldering kiss, and he was hard again and she was ready.

He pressed her against the wall and started to fuck her, again and again, until they both had it out of their systems. Which with their combined libidos and the time dilation, it could be quite some time.

It was amazing how they came into the bedroom but they still ended up back into the living room area. Faora's head was placed on his shoulder once again.

"So, things are going rather well with the Red Sun," Harry said to her and she smiled.

"Well, well, that would be putting things mildly," she said once again.

'That's for sure,' Karen said, it was hard to tell how long she had been on the bond link. She did have to nip into her private bathroom a little bit thanks to the private show. 'I mean, you can't put things on the shelf.'

'So, we're doing really good, but we've got more, plenty more,' Patricia added, chiming in on the call.

"And the larger model…..? Harry asked her.

"As always, it will be out in Spring, which will allow us to fill the need for someone who just needs something a bit more powerful, and it allows us to test the market fairly nicely," Faora explained breathlessly.

"There will be big things coming….."

"Well, you should know that better than anyone else, Har, when we put things out there that are bigger than big over the next couple of months," Faora answered once again but she looked around. "I don't know, but there's something up in the air."

"Really, you feel that as well?" Harry asked her and there was a smile on his face. "I don't know, there are changes in the air…"

"Exactly, and I can't figure out what, can you?" Faora asked and Harry shook his head. "I don't know, Har, if they're changes for the better or changes for the worse, but…..it should be interesting."

Harry had to agree that things would be interesting.

"All we can do is wait it out and see what is going to happen," Harry told her and Faora looked at him.

Swiftly and suddenly she nodded in agreement. Did anyone else feel the change? They didn't know but one thing was for certain, not only was change in the air, but there was some kind of calm before his storm.

All Harry had to do was see what his accomplishments would bring him. There would be nothing but good things happening.

"So, do you have any plans for today, for later?" Faora asked.

"Some," Harry admitted to her. "But I have some downtime, that's why I was just kicking back with a book."

"Enjoy that while that lasts," Faora told him with a smile once again, and she could see that her libido was this close to flaring up again. "So do you have one more round in you, Har?"

Harry gave her a grin once again and spun her around, so she straddled him. He could tell that she had another round in her and he met her lips with a brief and passionate kiss.

"Don't I always?"

Faora nodded, keeping a nice breath once again and allowed the magic to happen once again. Which is how they spent their afternoon and they enjoyed each other's company as they did so.

Barbara wanted to shake loose the cobwebs in frustration, she was pretty sure that she should have understood that, but there was just something that she couldn't bring herself to come to terms with.

She was leaving her last class of the day, a late lecture on Chemistry. Not her best subject, not her favorite subject. It was something that she normally excelled at, at least something that she should do pretty good with.

That being said, she might have get a little help from Harry or Pam. Despite being a genius in her own right, there were some things that were beyond her grasp. This little lecture was one of those things.

She supposed that it wasn't anyone's fault other than her own. her brain was completely and utterly rattled from everything that had been going on as of late. Despite her schedule being forcefully simplified due to the fact that she had been cut to the GCPD, thanks to the scheming of that all around creep Nashton, she still had a lot on her plate.

And it was unfortunate that his jaw would heal, in a time. He would be back to run his mouth to someone. Likely about how he was the one who got the better of her and not the other way around. Someone needed to put that smug little weasel in his place and fast.

That being said, the professor, bless him, was able to simplify it to the point where most of the class understood it. And Barbara went with the flow the best she could. That being said the moment that the girl really thought about it, she realized how messed up everything was. She couldn't really help but think that there were times where certain things could have been oversimplified.

'Sometimes, it just complicates things by making it more simplified, or something like that once again,' Barbara thought with a lengthy sigh. It might as well have been ancient Greek to her, but she figured that she just might have a better grasp on Ancient Greek.

Barbara sighed and left the classroom and was about to leave for the day. However, she might have only made it twelve steps from the classroom when something caught her attention. Something stopped her in her tracks.

Said vibrations caused an extremely pleasurable tingle to spread through her body, and down her spine, which caused her to whimper. The pleasure distracted her from what she was thinking about.

One of the girls, likely named Amanda Potter, might have messed with her cell phone settings…..again.

'I really need to find a way to keep those better locked,' Barbara thought and she checked to see what the message was all about.

There was an address on it, and only an address, with no further information. Barbara stared at it for several minutes, hoping, perhaps against hope, that another text message was going to go off. She stood there in the doorway, muttering underneath her breath.

"So, am I going to get a clue what the hell is going on here?" Barbara asked to herself. She couldn't help but be curious.

Even though curiosity did a wonderful job in killing the cat, but she shook her head and sighed.

That being said, she was going to check this out, there was no way that she was going to not check this out.

The moment that she stepped out of the classroom at GCU, she nearly ran head long into Pamela. She was in an intense conversation with Jason Woodrue.

"You got to give these things time to bond, Pamela," Woodrue said in a low tone, that caused shivers to go down her spine and not the good kind either.

"Maybe certain cells are being bonded that shouldn't be, maybe we should…"

"I thought that you wanted to change the world, and I thought that you wanted a change,' Woodrue said in a calm and almost disappointed voice.

Barbara thought that Harry was right; there was something about Woodrue's tone that kind of gave her the creeps. He was the type that would use his credentials to try and sleep with co-eds. Which was why Barbara kept a clear distance from him. She warned Pamela to be careful as well. Whether or not she listened was another matter entirely.

That being said, they were beginning to fire back and forth with the reasons why this wasn't happening, and the reasons of why this could happen. The conversation left Barbara's head swimming and she was in too deep over her head.

Now she knew how a lot of people felt when she was discussing things regarding computers. She was completely and utterly lost.

It was at that moment where Pamela stopped short and saw Barbara standing there. She waved at him dismissively. "We can talk about this later Jason, but I have go now."

"It's just as well, Pamela," he told her with a smile on her face. "I'm running late…I would hate to miss my next meeting."

Woodrue stopped and paused, his eyes lingering on Barbara for a brief second. "A good evening to you as well, Ms. Gordon."

Barbara could not help but think that if this guy asked her the time of day, she would have shuddered as well.

"Come on," Pamela said, grabbing Barbara gently by the hand to lead her away from Woodrue and they were walking towards the car. "So, how was your day, and how are you holding up after….after what happened?"

Barbara sighed with a smile on her face. "Better….well better than I was anyway….talking to Harry did help a little bit, I'll say that much, and then the twins found out about that, and they wouldn't leave it alone, and one of them took the liberty of messing with the settings of my phone."

Pamela chuckled in amusement. That sounded like something Amanda would do.

"So, how has your project been going?"

A prominent scowl crossed Pamela's face. "It's going….the cells aren't bonding properly together….Jason….Dr. Woodrue….."

Pamela sighed and it was obviously something that she had severe misgivings about, at least to the point where she wouldn't be sighing so much in frustration.

"Dr. Woodrue things he might know of a way to make it work, but it means messing around with Venom or at least reverse engineering it in order to see how it functions on a cellular level," Pamela said.

That didn't appeal to her on a moral level. A lot of people, she really didn't like them, but she would not really want to see them tortured. That would be cruel hearted.

"Hmm," Barbara said once again, and she leaned to kiss Pamela on the cheek. "Well, maybe you can convince him that's not a good idea."

"Maybe," Pamela said shaking her head, but there was something doubtful. Woodrue's intelligence was intact but a couple of his methods raised questions in her head. "I'll deal with it….you have a good night, Babs, I'll see you later."

Pamela made her way into her car, and Barbara once again walked her way to her car. "Good bye, Pamela, don't let these things get to you, really just don't."

Pamela scoffed and obviously was going to say something or so it seemed. Barbara was halfway to her car and didn't hear it. She forgot to clear out her locker at Gotham Central due to her abrupt leaving, so she better get around to doing it tonight.

She didn't think that she left anything of value in there, because she had more sense than that. Still it was better to be safe than sorry.

Tony Zucco and Eddie Skeevers were back at the dock, looking out onto the water. They were waiting for something, or rather someone, maybe. The details they got weren't exactly certain.

"So, what are we waiting for?" Skeevers asked.

"I told you, the boss said that what we're waiting for, would show up at any minute," Zucco said, cracking his knuckles. "Called me at dawn, before anyone with any sense was up, telling me to be here at a certain time. He sounded pissed off about the entire thing as well. So I didn't ask any questions, because I'm not stupid."

"Well, he probably heard what happened over in Ghost Town," Skeevers offered and Zucco turned to him.

"Of course he fucking heard about what happened," Zucco said and he looked around. "Come to think about it, this is a pretty convenient location to make both of us disappear, if Sal decided that we both outlived our usefulness….would be perfect to whack us here, dump us in the harbor. Let the sharks take a piece out of our ass."

Skeevers looked rather nervous but there was little that they could do about it. If Maroni wanted them dead, then they better get used to the idea of being fish bait.

"Yeah, the waters down there look pretty fucking disgusting, don't they?" Skeevers asked, looking at the water.

"Well, does it really fucking matter if we're dead?" Zucco asked with a sneer.

They did not take this conversation any further, when a roar of a boat could be heard in the distance. Both of the men went silent, it was an extremely powerful looking speed boat and it was approaching.

It grinded to a stop and both men waited to see if it was the welcoming committee or the execution crew. In their line of work, it could have been either.

An intimidating looking Italian gentleman exited the boat and helped an older man, a much older man off of the boat. He had silver hair, and a bit of a rotund figure. Something that one could not discount was the man's style. This gentleman wore an extremely nice grey suit.

Zucco stopped and his blood ran cold when he looked at the man who was leaving the boat. He adopts a respectful position once again but Skeevers looked at him in surprise.

"He looks like Fat Tony from the Simpsons….."

Zucco walloped him in the arm so hard that he may have left a permeate bruise.

"You better be respectful, this is Luigi Maroni, and he's Salvatore's father, and he's been around since before you should have been a wet spot left on your Daddy's trousers," Zucco whispered and he turned to face the big man. "Sir….what….."

"Zucco, I see you're always the same nutless weasel that you ever were," Luigi said in a rough voice, the kind that one had after years of intense chain smoking. Zucco inclined his head with a slight bow and looked up at him. "Sal….he had some concerns…..and he wants to make sure that you keep your shit together…..until he gets back, and I'm going to run this and run these things run."

Zucco nodded like an obedient puppy dog, because Luigi wasn't one to fuck around with and Skeevers got that right away.

He was the type that would cut someone's balls off and force feed them to you. Things were about ready to change around here, and maybe not for the better.

Barbara stood outside of a rather magnificent, but kind of antique looking clock tower, looking up.

"Well this is the place, and it's a magnificent looking place, but I'm not sure why they told me to be here," Barbara said and almost as if on cue, her phone started to vibrate again.

She jumped almost three feet in the air in shock.

'Stupid, it's just your phone,' Barbara thought once again, taking it out of her pocket and answering it.

There was another text message on the phone.

Come inside and then take the elevator to the top floor.

Barbara considered what she had to do and she let out a bit of a sigh.

"Well you only live once, and I'm sure that Harry would avenge my death if I was murdered."

Barbara pushed open the door, and then made her way to the elevator. Much to her surprised, it worked rather well and took her to the top floor in no time.

'Pretty zippy for an older elevator,' she thought to herself in amusement, and she reached the top floor in no time.

The interior of the clock area was much more modern than she would have thought at first glance, but a lot of the more classic architecture remained, with the four clocks on all sides, looking out into the city.

It was rather modern and she saw a really large chair, a comfortable looking computer chair, with Nightwing sitting there and…..a female in a Nightwing costume sitting next to him, or at least a very similar looking costume. There were differences that Barbara could spot right away. Then there was Black Canary.

They were pretty spread out, and Barbara nearly jumped high up when she saw what they were standing next to.

It was a state of the art computer system out of her wildest wet dream.

Nightwing smiled at her open mouth, wide eyed, and drooling reaction. He reached over with a chuckle and ran his hand over the touch screen, causing the map of Gotham City. It was modified to give a clear representation over the past three days over the surrounding area, to pull back any movements over that time period.

Barbara nearly hit the ground, but she opted to squeal with joy.

"Welcome to the Clock Tower."