Ascension 2

Chapter Sixty-Two: The More Things Change Part One. 

Batman lurked into the shadows of Gotham City on a chilly evening in the late part of November. As a prowler of the night, he took a long look around. If his sources were right, there was a big deal going down and it needed to be stopped immediately.

A fairly major arms deal was taking place. The people responsible for this deal taking place were the Maronis, who had upgraded their weapons. They hit the Falcones rather hard with their new weapons, like they owed them money.

Therefore, the Falcone family made what one might consider to be a deal with the devil, by purchasing the guns from Duquense, who was working with Rupert Thorne. It appeared to be a beneficial arrangement even if it was wrapped in a great deal of dirty Gotham City politics.

Of course, the sickening deal went another level deep when one realized who was supplying Thorne with the hardware, that being the Penguin. Batman found himself in the midst of an arm's race between some of Gotham's most notorious and there were bound to be people that were hurt, at least until he was putting a stop of it.

There was another matter that Batman heard about, but that was secondary to the entire gun scene. That being that there was a Cat Burglar prowling around. Normally something or someone like this wouldn't even hit Batman's radar head on. An interesting twist to this little crime wave piqued Batman's attention head on.

There were people who were being hit who were connected with the Falcone crime family. Perhaps not that well connected, but connected in the sense that they were taking some of the dirty money off of the top to do certain things.

This might not have been his primary concern to be honest, because his mind was on the Mob. This deal between two factions could prove to be a dangerous arrangement. Even if this was a tense deal that could break up at a moment's notice and both sides could turn on each other. Leaving innocent people to be caught in the crossfire.

Batman's laser like focus was on the potential consequences of this deal. Earlier this month, Nightwing made them paranoid as hell with his little cloak and dagger act. That was good, given that they were a superstitious and cowardly lot, they would also be of the jumpy sort.

Batman stood crouched upon a gargoyle on a building, lingering fairly close to the transaction sight. He was at a fairly good height up from the ground, getting a good view of the proceedings below.

The view was so good from where he stood that he didn't need to use the zoom feature built into his HUD.

There was something shocking that he saw and that caused him to wonder what kind of game was being played just now.

Nothing, there was not a single person who showed up here. Batman wondered what was going on. Were the rumors that he heard wrong? Did plans change? Any number of possible scenarios ran through Batman's head.

Normally with a deal like this, there would be someone who arrived fairly early. They needed to scope out the scene. There was always a chance for a double cross or some kind of sting operation.

Or a chance that someone like Batman or Nightwing could jump out of the shadows and they might never be seen again.

He did hear some of the urban legends of Gotham City about him and others.

If nothing else, they would have wanted some leverage, but there was nothing here, not even a single creature stirring.

Batman could hear a crash from above where he stood. His eyes averted from the rumored deal sight, and he noticed a figure in the shadows, who was breaking into a Penthouse apartment, right through a locked window.

That wasn't that uncommon of an occurrence, especially in Gotham City.

What was odd was it was fairly high up and by high, Batman meant high, and by high, he meant that they were on the twentieth floor high.

Batman zoomed in with the HUD and he was just barely able to make out the person who was there. She was a female wearing a form fitting catsuit.

Just right before Batman was going to make his move, that's when four cars pulled into the parking area where he was staking out. It was hard to miss them showing up. They were a little late. The doors flung open and eight burly men exited the cars.

Making a fairly careful snap decision, he decided that it was a higher priority to follow this lot, with the hardware they were carrying.

"It's me," Batman said to Oracle once again.

"Oh, it's…..what's the situation?" she asked and he prepared to explain the predicament that he was in to her, in hopes that she could radio Nightwing.

It turned out that Nightwing was fairly busy on this night. Real busy in fact. He was in the middle of a gun fight between the Maronis and the Falcones, who really had been going at it.

They were rewriting the definition of old school Mafia violence in the worst way possible, and it was getting worse. The Maronis had an edge, at least for now.

'They've been hitting targets during the day for the most part, that's really unusual,' Dinah thought.

'Unusual you say, I might have to say that's just a little bit desperate,' Harry thought and Dinah sighed.

'Say what you want but….' Jaime thought once again and she stop and things were breaking down rather fast.

She was doing her role from afar, while he served as a distraction between the two gangs; she was disabling the more dangerous threats. There was no exaggeration that there were a fair amount of dangerous threats out there tonight. Especially given that a few of them packed automatic shotguns and light machine guns.

'Third incident tonight, and the night isn't over,' Harry thought once again, swooping down to grab their attention. Now that it was, he drops a pair of flash bangs on the ground.

They stumbled around, trying to get their prize, and that was when Jaime swooped in. She moved so quickly, that she disabled several of the men in the shadows, leaving them with a couple of broken limbs in the process, but that left them unable to fire a gun for some time.

'Don't forget to destroy them, and see if they have any more in the car, I don't want these going back on the street,' Harry told her and Jaime nodded.

'On it,' Jaime replied once again, knowing that tonight was going to be a long night.

"Nightwing, are you there?" Oracle asked.

"Yes, I'm here," Nightwing said once again, managing to step on the wrist of one of the goons to stop him from grabbing a gun and kicking it away so Jaime can destroy it.

"Batman sighted the Cat Burglar….she broke into one of the high rise apartments once again…he needed to take care of something else, he suggested to me that I should tell you about it, and you can figure out what you need to do from there," Oracle said and there was a sense from her voice that she was being more patient than most would be with Batman's demands.

Jaime and Harry locked eyes with each other.

'I'll take care of the mop up,' Jaime thought once again. 'You go after her, see if you can capture her, before she slips away again.'

'Right, good luck, Talon,' Harry said, calling her the codename that she had given herself, because it would be kind of confusing to have two Nightwings.

Even though that was kind of the idea to confuse the criminals with the two Nightwings but never mind, Harry had a cat to corner.

The Cat Bugler sauntered her way forward, dressed in a skin tight black cat suit. She was wearing a whip around her waist in such a way that it resembled a cat's tail, which she used for easy access. There was a cute cat backpack that contained this evening's haul.

And what a haul it was, she managed to snag some precious gems from a jeweler who was buying them from the mob, altering them, and putting them back on the market.

It wasn't the most damning thing in the world, but if it hurts him, then it hurts the mob. And if it hurts the mob, then it hurts Mario Falcone and that's what she wanted to do more than anything, she wanted to hurt Mario Falcone and make him pay for what he did.

She ensnared the whip onto a railing on the edge of the rooftop and swung across with agility, progressing to what may be her next target. She had one more stop before she called it an evening and she wanted to wrap this up before the sun went up.

The sound of gunshots in the distance really didn't faze her because she lived in Gotham City. She cleared another huge jump certain amount of acrobatic flair.

She landed on the other side, making it, crouched down on her hands and knees, and then slowly she pushed herself up.

Selina paused once again, her mouth opened, and she came face to face with Nightwing, who looked at her.

"So, are you going my way, handsome?" she asked, moving her way towards him and looking into his eyes. Slowly she lifted one of her hands, and she placed it on the dragon outfit of the front part of her suit, subtly tracing the material and his chest muscles underneath.

"Just trying to figure out why you're doing what you're doing," Nightwing said rather casually and she stopped smiling.

"Well, we all have our reasons for doing things and some of them are quite frankly mysterious…but…that's the rush of the thing, the unknown, you wouldn't want me to tell you that easily, now would you?" she asked him with a smile on her face, looking over at him.

"You do realize that you're dancing underneath the nose of some really dangerous people who could get hurt," Nightwing told her once again.

"Oh, I realize that….and I like it," she said once again. "You know what's been going on, I know you have, big boy. All of the danger in this city, and all of the times that I've been caught in the crossfire. I mean, there must be a big riot every other month here, after some nutcase religious freak stirs up the homeless. And then there's that freak with the calendar fetish, striking every single holiday, and…well all sorts of mayhem and mischief all through the city."

She threw her head back and added.

"It's enough to get a girl killed out there," she commented. "But there's always someone getting into trouble."

"You seem to be causing enough of it," Harry told her, causing her to step back and he grabbed her, placing his hands on the small of her back.

"Meow, we're feeling pretty frisky tonight, aren't we, let's see how much you can…push it," she whispered sensually, grinding against him a little bit.

"Seriously, why are you doing this?" Harry asked once again and she slid around him.

"You know….I would say that it isn't personal, but it kind of is, so….why bother lying?" she asked with a smile, slowly writhing up and down about his body.

Things fixed to grow rather heated extremely quick if she kept this up and she intended to keep it up.

'She's purposely winding you up, playing with your head, you know,' Karen thought with a smile but Harry grinned.

'I think that he knows,' Diana said, curious to see where this one was going to go.

"So, are you going to play games, or am I going to coax the information out of you?" Harry asked, pushing back against her once again, his hand now resting on the small of her back.

She shivered once again, his hand shifting ever so slightly, causing her skin to boil and her mind to grow completely numb.

"Well, I guess that it's my play, isn't it?" Selina asked and she leaned forward, kissing him passionately.

The kiss was very breath takin, and what happened next also took Harry's breath away, because she broke the kiss and shoved him off of the roof.

'Well out of all the things that I saw coming, I didn't see that one coming,' Donna thought shaking her head.

Nightwing recovered in seconds, with the lighting quick reflexes that he prided himself for. He shot the grapnel gun up, latching onto the roof. When it was locked on, he pulled himself up on the roof.

Naturally, she was gone by then, which Harry figured as much, but he had to be completely for sure once again.

"Are you alright?" Oracle asked. "I can't believe that she got the drop on you like that."

"Not necessarily the drop, but she is playing a game of cat and mouse…."

'But she'll find that the dragon is more precious in corning its pray than any cat,' Faora said, wondering precisely what Selina's game was.

Things were getting extremely interesting and she wasn't entirely certain that they were getting interesting in a good way. The night wasn't over yet and they would find out.

'So now what?' Kara asked and Harry smiled.

'Going after her, of course,' Harry replied and Kara got suddenly giddy, perhaps a bit too giddy for her own good.

'Oh, are you going to go play with the pussy?' she asked and Harry smiled, with there was some groans.

'I can't believe you went there,' Donna thought once again.

'Are you just jealous that you didn't get there first?' Amanda asked in glee.

The younger girls then had a spirited discussion some trying to deny that they wouldn't go for the obvious cat related pun. Kara was smug that she beat them all by going directly for the throat.

Meanwhile, Harry had a cat to catch, and he wasn't going to let her get away, not yet, not by a longshot.

A young blonde woman made her way into a fairly nondescript apartment in one of the nicer, at least for Gotham City, middle class neighborhoods. Her name was Detective Laureen Wilcox, she was a newcomer on the force, brought in to fill a spot in the MCU.

She stepped forward, dropping her purse down onto the table with a lengthy sigh. She checked the phone for any messages that she might have.

There was nothing of any value, so she dialed a number on the phone. She waited for the person on the other end of the line to answer.

Before the person could answer, Wilcox heard a knock on the door. She was startled and wondering who could have come calling with her. She placed the phone down on the table.

A gruff sounding "Hello" went unanswered, when the newcomer detective made her way across the room with quick strides.

Wilcox looked her way through the peephole to see who came calling once again and she relaxed a little bit. It was a surprise of who was on the other side, but at the same time, she knew the person, and trusted them more importantly.

"Just a minute, I'll let you in," she said in recognition, opening the door. She looked at the person in question, greeting them with a relaxed manner. "What do you…."

She didn't have time to react; she really didn't have time to ask what her guest was doing.

For the next thing she knew, a bullet shot straight through her chest and then in her head for good measure with a 9mm silenced pistol. Wilcox didn't even have a chance, she was doomed from the moment she decided to open that door.

The look of surprise on Wilcox's face was obvious when she fell to the ground, blood splattering to the ground. The cop was dead in impact, there was no chance of survival.

The person slowly stepped forward towards her, a glove hand outstretched. The person leaned down, and pinned an article down onto her chest, with the blood staining the carpet.

The young detective died instantly and the murderer took quick strides out of the apartment, the phone still off the hanger once again.

The door shut behind the person who had committed the crime. It would be only hours later before Laureen Wilcox was found, a victim of justice of the harshest and most permanent kind.

The type of justice that people didn't have the stomach to do so, and the person behind this made a clean getaway from the apartment.

A huge wind kicked up in Gotham City, but that was nothing compared to the storm that was brewing. One by one, they would all pay for their corruption.

Nightwing wasn't going to let her slip away from him. He didn't give up that easily, especially after what she did to him so far tonight. She would get her receipt.

She nearly let him catch her a couple of times, but managed to slip away at the last moment.

'Great, just what I wanted to play, Selina, tag, really want to know why you're doing this,' Harry thought, he had a hunch that something was going on.

He heard of the botched fire bombing at the club, it did hit the newspaper, even if it was buried under other things. That might have been part of the motivation but Harry sensed something deeper was at hand.

Harry didn't want to dig a little deeper but something happened to her. Something that caused her to freak out and prowl the night dressed in a skin tight cat suit.

Selina once again slipped forward once again. She was in good shape but people who were in the best shape needed to stop and catch their breath from time to time.

"Well, this is just great….time to stop playing…"

"Games," Nightwing said and he swopped down onto her. With grace and precision, Selina flipped onto her feet, sticking the landing permanently.

She cracked her whip once again but Nightwing dodged out of the way and he pulled it forward. He entangled her in her own whip.

Selina managed to wiggle out once again.

"So do you know how to use that on me?" Selina asked and she fired a kick towards him, but Nightwing dodged underneath it with swift precision.

His blows were at quick precision but her reflexes were pretty skilled as well. Swing, block, punch, and a few kicks were thrown in there as well.

Selina could tell that she was gaining some ground. Letting up on him was not an option. Some of her blows connected. Others missed by a fair amount when he dodged them.

'Time to finish this,' she thought, swiping her claws at him, but Nightwing caught it.

He caught the other hand and trapped her arms in front of her. Selina could feel her heartbeat quicken when he pulled her in, pressing her up against him.

"Okay, this didn't really go as I planned," Selina whispered softly. She looked up at him through fluttering eyelashes.

"You know, you never did get around to answering my question," Nightwing said once again and he made sure to keep her in place.

"Oh, I guess you caught me, and I thought that I could cut and run, but I guess…..I guess I do owe you some answers," Selina said, biting down on her lip looking like a scared little girl had had her hand caught in the cookie jar. "You know, maybe you should punish me, I've been a bad little girl you know."

She closed her eyes once again and Nightwing stared back at her with absolute intensity. He wasn't taking the bait this time and this would require a bit more creative maneuvering. Which was fine, Selina knew all about getting herself out of a sticky situation.

Mostly by causing an even stickier situation, she reminded herself.

Selina grinded her crotch slowly, up and down, pressing against his groin once again. He returned fire a little bit. Nightwing made sure that she knew that there was always a chance that she was going to bite off a bit more than she could chew.

Nightwing wondered what her next play was going to be and one of her hands somehow got loose, her chest rising and falling against the tight hot suit. The dark haired woman placed her hand through her hair. She very gently started to run her hand through his hair, causing sparks to fly between the two of them.

She then pulled him right into a deep and breathless kiss, slowly working her zipper down with her over hand.

'Really, again?' Kara asked once again, but she could see Harry return the kiss with equal heat once again.

Selina could feel her tongue brush against his and she could feel his tongue brush against her once again.

Taking the move while she had a chance and before she succumbed to him, she slowly managed to grab onto his tongue, biting it as hard as possible.

That backed him off half of the step and she sprung up, attempting a spinning back kick straight at his head, but he blocked it with a forearm.

Selina once again bit off slightly more than she could chew in this situation, and he took her down to the ground and suddenly he was on top of her in a blink of an eye.

"So, are you going to try something again, or do I have to prove my point?" he asked her once again and he was on top of her, with Selina slowly writhing beneath him. "You think that you can avoid my questions, but I guess that I won't get any answers out of you."

"Now you're….catching onto the game," she said, feeling heat pulse through her body as he pinned her back onto the ground and the heat continued to pulse through her body.

She was rather hot and bothered right now.

'That's interesting, she's kind of submissive,' Faora thought. The more you knew, the less you understood.

'She doesn't seem like the type though,' Karen thought but Faora smiled.

'Guess that Har-Zod makes them the type,' Faora thought in amusement.

"So since you don't want to talk about why you're doing this, then perhaps we should talk about something else?" Nightwing asked and Selina slowly writhed underneath him, causing the friction in response.

Her crotch grinded against his and her cleavage flashed underneath his eyes.

"Oh, yeah, like what?" Selina purred once again and she rubbed against him, mewling beneath his body. His gaze went down towards her expansive cleavage. She wiggled her zipper down towards her belly button, in an attempt to act as a distraction.

He noticed but he was around so much female flesh that it wouldn't have the exact same effect as it would on a normal person.

That being said, he would be very blinded to not be affected by it. Especially by how hard that she grinded herself up and down his body.

"Really interesting outfit, can't help but wonder if you put it together yourself?" Nigthwing asked her firmly.

Selina smiled, slowly trailing her tongue down his lips, nodding her head once again. Her eyes burned with passion and her breasts rose and fell when she breathed.

She managed to catch him off guard, wrapping her legs around him, and rolling him over onto the rooftop once again.

She was pinning him down again by the wrists with a smile and could feel that things were going to pick up from where they left off earlier.

Suddenly over her shoulder, she saw that the sun was rising soon and she really needed to get out of there.

Leaning down, Selina pressed her lips down onto his, slowly letting his wrists down. She slowly kissed him, her tongue pressing deep into his mouth. he returned the favor with an increased fury. Their tongues wrestled together, with Selina opening her mouth to allow his to molest her tonsils.

Just as they were both getting into it, Selina reminded that she had to run, and quickly, she broke away. His head bounced off of the rooftop when she slammed him into it.

Nightwing was down on the rooftop, dazed and a bit out of it. He felt like he had just had some really rough sex on the roof for as hard as she slammed him down.

'Are you okay?' Faora asked.

'After everything that I've been through, that was almost pleasant, and having a hot female on top of you when she slams your head into a roof…..yeah I might have gotten scrambled a little bit,' Harry thought once again.

The hunt was not completely over but it would have to wait for another night. The sun was coming up, it would have to cease tonight. He would have to return back home, take a shower, and head over to class for the day.

After his class, Harry whistled, when he stood in the hallway in an extremely exclusive looking apartment building. He raised his hand once again, and slowly knocked on the door. He awaited for the person to answer it to answer it.

The door pushed open and a slender hand reached forward, leading him into an apartment with a deep and passionate kiss, almost like she was waiting for this for an extremely long time once again. The kiss deepened more fiercely, with Harry running his hands over her soft and eloquent body, when she was pushing him back towards an open door that lead completely to the bedroom.

The woman slowly stripped off her clothes. This action allowed Harry to see more and more of her skin as she slowly and seductively removed her clothes. He saw more of the amazing flesh once again, and Harry got a good look at her.

Her smooth creamy skin and flaming red hair was in great prominence, and she was wearing white lingerie that was fairly lacy, complete with stockings and a garter belt.

Before Harry had a chance to really react, he found himself pushed back onto the bed, with the woman in question pushing him back onto the bed, and wrapping her arms around him tightly . The weight of the female kissing him straddled his lap and slowly ran her hands down him, before she kissed him feverishly once again. She tried to push her tongue down his throat and Harry returned the favor eagerly.

He rested his hands on her legs once again, and she managed to slowly remove his shirt, exposing his muscled chest and ran her hands down it, with a lustful purr.

Harry caught a nice look at Veronica Vreeland, dressing in white lingerie that her nipples were poking through. To be honest, he wasn't really shocked that it was her. She did manage to catch him with a daring and quite welcomed attack.

It could have been Bunny and Harry was expecting that to happen any time soon, given that she was rather precocious. She also spent a lot of time with Amanda, which was always a cause for concern.

That being said, Veronica stripped his pants off and it was obvious what she wanted and Harry was willing to give her that.

Veronica took things the next level, freeing Harry's massive tool from his shorts. The heiress kissed all the way down his abs and chest, leaving salvia down them. She stroked his manhood to make sure it was completely hard and ready for her.

She could feel his hands roam freely on her breasts and she closed her eyes to feel this moment. Veronica's pussy ached, with only one thing that could fill it right now. She slid over his chest, leaving her dripping arousal down onto his chest, and Harry grabbed her around the hips. He set her up, ready for the kill.

The redhead could feel the pleasure and he pushed into her body.

"Not wasting any time, are you?" Harry asked and she shook her head, biting down on her lip when she worked him over.

She was not wasting any time, especially not when it was something that she wanted this much. A tingle of pleasure flowed down her spine, but that because his fingers were roaming slowly down her body. It drove Veronica completely wild about how he kept her guessing. How he never was predictable with how hard he fucked her.

"Oh, yes, you know how to drive me wild," Veronica purred, working her tight hips around him once more.

Harry grabbed her ass, with her slick walls wrapping around him, when she bounced up and down on him, working him over.

She rested herself down onto him, making sure to get as much into him as she could. She bit down on her lip, riding him cowgirl style and bouncing higher yet.

Needless to say, her breasts swaying before Harry's eyes gave him the needed invitation. His cock continued to throb into her tight center. Harry reached up, grabbing her, playing with her breasts. An inviting moan escaped through her throat when she continued to ride away on him, her slickness engulfing Harry when she worked herself up and down onto his body. A spike of pleasure filled her body. She forced her hips down onto it, feeling his hard cock stretch her sopping center.

"You enjoy all of this, but I think that we can make this a lot better," Harry whispered in her ear and he nipped her breasts, causing her to squeal.

He reached around, dragging his fingers down her spine once again. She purred lustfully with her tightness clamping around him once again with her walls pulling around him.

"Yes, much better, excellent in fact," she purred once again and bent down to capture his lips with a kiss. Playfully, the redhead heiress chewed on his lip.

She experienced and amazing orgasm. Harry was not done with her yet by a long shot. He pushed her down onto the bed once again. Her breasts danced for him, her pink nipples beckoning for him and Harry took one into his mouth to suck on it hard.

His tongue worked her slowly and Veronica closed her eyes once again, her hips grinding up against him once again.

"That's it, that's it, more, I want more, I can't stand this," Veronica whispered, digging her well-manicured nails into Harry's shoulder when he speared into her.

"Oh, you're getting more, you're getting everything that you want and everything that you'll ever need," Harry said, and she lifted her hips up, making sure that all of him was in her.

Every last inch of his engorged pole stretched her body out and Veronica panted once again, with his extremely able tongue working her body, and causing her pleasure to be more heightened the deeper that he buried himself into her.

Veronica lifted her hips a little bit more and felt him go into her with a few more swift strokes once again.

"Yes, oh yes," Veronica whispered, running her fingers down his neck and she could feel him slow down, allowing her to savor the orgasm again.

Her pussy clamped down onto him and Harry decided to treat her once again. The redhead purred when he continued to slam his throbbing cock into her eager and willing center. The heiress closed her eyes and continued to feel the pulsing rush that rose between her legs.

Veronica could not believe this, in fact she was getting close to losing her mind yet again. Her hand reached up, encouraging Harry to work into her once again.

"Take me, take me, make me your bitch," she begged him and Harry smiled at her.

"Well, bitches do it on all fours, so perhaps we should correct that," Harry said and he could feel her tight pussy get even tighter because it clenched him at the thought of this.

The wizard rolled her over, spreading her superhot thighs once again. Harry could sense her having a miniature orgasm when he played with her nipples.

So close, and Harry sunk himself into her eager body. Her willing core engulfed his manhood once again.

Harry slid into the silken walls, which caressed his manhood. His hands traveled all over her body, with the redhead giving him moans of encouragement. Moans that got even more vocal each second he hammered her tight pussy.

"Go ahead, pull my hair, really ram it into me, harder," Veronica begged him and not wanting to leave a lady to beg, Harry grabbed her hair and slammed into her from behind hard.

His manhood pushed into her from behind as he drilled her extremely hard.

"How about this?" Harry asked and she screamed out, her orgasm shaking her body all over, so Harry figured that he was doing something right once again.

Another massive orgasm struck her and Harry could feel her trying to milk his dick with each thrust.

"Not slowing down are you," Harry whispered, and he caressed her breasts, squeezing her nipples and she shook her head in response.

"No….no….no," Veronica whispered once again and Harry pulled out of her once again.

He picked her up, and propped her up on a little dresser that was on the side of the bed. Veronica's legs spread, in anticipation with what was come.

She thought that her back would be sore, but she figured that the soreness, satisfaction, and stickiness between her legs, that would make things more than worth it.

He speared her, hard.

"Take me, oh I want it all, please, fuck me, fuck me hard," Veronica whispered and his mouth pleasure her all over again.

Her pussy gushed with cum and he continued to ram his massive tool into her, bringing her further and further to the edge. Actually she might have been beyond the edge by now, Harry may have drilled her over the edge.

The redhead bucked her hips upwards, taking more of his tool in between her smoldering thighs and continued to pump him downwards. Her tongue licked around her mouth and she let out a shuddering breath, along with a scream.

"We're getting closer, aren't we?" Harry asked her and Veronica could not even keep her head up. She barely was keeping with it right now and Harry furiously pummeled her cunt again and again.

She wanted it rough and she got it, with his balls full of their load. Not to be outdone, Veronica dug her nails firmly into her lover's back, leaving scratch marks.

She stretched back until her legs were nearly touching her shoulders and Harry got the leverage to pound her unmercifully against the dresser.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she moaned, each smaller explosion was leading her up to the big one and her sweaty sexy body was being slowly teased.

His thrusts slowed and Veronica felt a feeling of emptiness course through her once again, as he slowed down once again.

Her mind only slightly rebooted before he picked back up. Her love picked back up in the worst way. Harry lifted up one of her legs and slowly trailed kisses down it as he fucked her unmercifully.

She shuddered once again and Veronica loved this, she loved every moment of it, and every inch of it.

That being said, she wanted his cum and would not rest until she got it. Her lover continued to work her over and she begged him.

"Please, please, I want….I want….."

"You know what you want, don't you?" Harry asked, leaning down to motor board her breasts, which caused her to squeal in absolutely pleasure.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" she yelled drawing that world out and her voice might have carried on for miles, but she didn't care once again.

They ended back up on the bed, how her brain didn't really process, and Veronica was on her hands and knees once again. He slapped her on the ass with each thrust.

"Yes, mark me, make me your bitch, oh I need you to cum, why won't you cum?" she asked him, begging him, her hot walls caressing his large manhood when he pumped himself into her.

Harry felt her walls sticking to him, her silken center working him up to a peak, and he knew that no matter what, no matter his stamina, his orgasm was about here.

"Here it comes."

His sticky seed fired into her, spraying into her like a garden hose. Veronica would have to agree that it was more than worth the wait.

She must have had several orgasms before he came and most certainly a few after. She was on the bed, bent over, when he emptied his balls into her, completing his load.

Needless to say the fact that they got nice and extremely sweaty after that meeting, which meant it was extremely productive. Harry was due for a shower. He exited a rather lavish looking bathroom, that indicated that a female was here. He wore nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

He was greeted to another amazing sight, and he could see Veronica on a stood wearing an extremely short, and short by the standards of short because it was barely covering her ass, white silk robe that stretched down past her legs and she was in the midst of applying make up.

"I think that was the appetizer for tonight, wouldn't you agree?" she asked him with a smile, looking over her shoulder when she applied the make up once again.

"Yes, but you never did tell me where we were going and what we were doing tonight, all you said it was a big surprise, and to be here when I was," Harry said once again. The sex was spontaneous but never the less a huge part of Harry's life. He was not really concerned all that much by that. "And we're having dinner, but you never said with who."

"I told you, it's a surprise," she said with a smile, still being a bit coy about it but mostly because she was working up the nerve to tell him what her plans were.

Harry's hands were placed on her shoulders and slowly he ran his hands down them. The redhead socialite gave a shiver but managed to keep her cool none the less. She had to keep her hands occupied and reached for an ornate looking hair brush and handed it over to him.

Smiling, Harry knew how to comb a woman's hair, due to the fact that he lived around so many of them.

"So, what's up anyway?" Harry asked, making sure that her hair was combed nicely and perfectly. A woman of this level of breeding and sophistication would have nothing less than that.

"Hmmm," she said once again and she evaded the question with all of the tact of a well-practiced politician.

"Veronica," Harry told her firmly and that caused her to pout.

She stopped pouting and shook her head. "So, I guess that I better come clean shouldn't I?"

"Yes, what is this dinner all about?" Harry asked.

"Oh it's not that much, I just that I figured that we would meet up with a few people," Veronica said once again, rather evasively. "You know, Kathy Kane, her mother Jacob, and then Bruce maybe if he decides to show up this time, and….my father and his army friends."

She spurted out that last bit rather quickly and under her breath. Harry thought that he heard what she said but at the same time. He wasn't completely sure what she said, so he grabbed onto her hair and tugged it gently but firmly, which snapped her right back to reality.

"Could you please repeat that?"

"Well you know, Kathy, and…"

Another tug of her hair caused the pouting to return and Harry leaned up to her ear. "I know that part, the other part that you speed mumbled."

Harry could see her, and she pushed him onto the bed, where she was now curled up onto his lap.

"Daddy and his army friends," she said with a rather prominent sigh. "And…..well he heard about you and all of the rumors, you know how rumors float about. Eventually they're going to get back to the people that you don't want them to get back to, even though they're not really true but at the same time, it's annoying, very annoying once again, and the true stuff is worse and well you know how…."

Veronica sighed and realized that she was rambling.

"He saw the news and he wants to come and do the overprotective father thing," Veronica said and Harry raised his eyebrow.

"How overprotective?" Harry asked and she whistled.

"By overprotective, I mean overprotective," Veronica said with a smile. "Thought that I'd might soften the blow just a little bit."

'Well that explains the ambush sex,' Harry thought in bemusement once again.

"Well, I guess it's just something that I'll have to deal with," Harry said with a sigh. It wasn't exactly an ordinary reaction but he isn't exactly an ordinary guy.

"Oh great, I'll do anything to make it up to you, for whatever Daddy puts you through, anything, anything," Veronica said in an overly excited tone of voice.

"You do realize that anything could mean a lot of things, don't you?" Harry asked her and Veronica hitched in her breath and she slowly and surely nodded.

"I know it can," Veronica added once again, and she wondered exactly what Harry had in mind for this.

"I'm going to have to mull that one over," he said and she figured as much.

Ben Turner hadn't been seen in a long time, but he had to be somewhere, and he was standing in the middle of a dimly lit arena. It resembled something out of a fight club movie. The fighter stood precisely in the center, breathing heavily, glistening with sweat.

He looked pretty rough for the exact reason as he was doing here. It was something that he was doing for ages that put him in this state.

An older looking man stood to the side in the shadows and snapped in a rough Asian accent. "Again!"

Several ninjas rushed from the shadows to attack Turner, and a brutal fight was about ready to take place. The ninjas had the sheer numbers over him. On the other hand, Turner had the skill, expertly weeving around their attacks.

The odds didn't matter when one could manipulate those odds against their attacks and that's what the man did, ducking and weaving around, bouncing up and coming down on the back of the head of his enemy. He blocked a wooden staff with his hand, and swung around, kicking him in the ribs.

His abilities were swift and he had picked up a few new tricks since he had disappeared, new fighting styles that he had a chance to perfect over the coming months.

The last warrior had no chance, he was rammed in the back hard and slumped to the ground. A loud crack echoed when he landed on the ground.

The man in the shadows nodded and turned to face what appeared to be a woman but she was obscured by the shadows.

She considered things and waited for the man to speak.

"He's ready," he said.

The woman in the shadows smiled but her smile grew rather dark when she spoke crisply. "I can see that."

Seeing was always believing and she stepped out of the shadows. It was the one and only Lady Shiva, who dressed herself in a rather revealing silk robe.

Shiva circled Turner, he stood, nearly crouching in the same position that he started, his hands in loose fists. He was shaking and she looked at him, but continued her pace walking around them.

"I'll do it," he said after a moment of deep contemplation.