Nightwing Rises : Part Five.

"It's all about focus and gaining control of your emotions," Hippolyta advised her daughter. Lyta looked from her mother to her father for confirmation and after he nodded his head in agreement, she faced forwards to focus on the target in front of her. Her heart skipped a few beats as she reared her head back.

She knew that she could hot tempered, but that was something that came from both sides of her family. Harrison kept his eyes on Lyta from he stood on the sidelines, ready and willing to offer his advice.

"Your thirteen years old now, which means you may be coming into some of your gifts, although given that you're a hybrid born of two different races, we're going into uncharted territory," Harrison offered as he looked at Lyta and she turned to look back towards him.

"You have an idea, though," Lyta commented, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Naturally, her father would have the answers to all of her questions.

"I have a theory, yes," Harrison agreed, in fact he had several different ones. While, he wasn't a geneticist like Faora, he had a good enough understanding of it to make several accurate guesses.

'And what is it….what do you think is going on?' Faora questioned him, her scientific curiosity getting the better of her. She wasn't trying to treat Lyta like she was a science project, but this was unprecedented, her niece was a Hybrid born of a Magical Kryptonian and an Amazonian demigoddess, she was going to be very powerful when fully grown.

In fact, given that she's Har-Zod's and Hippolyta's daughter, she couldn't be anything else. But it meant that they would need to keep a close eye on her as she grew, regardless of the situation.

"Just focus on the target and don't exert too much energy," Harrison told Lyta as he pointed out the target to her. As the young girl was focusing her eyes on the target in front of, he walked over to her and began situating her body properly, in order to make sure her stance was perfect.

Lyta's feet were pushed apart so that they were in line with her shoulders. She understood that it was all about maintaining the proper stance and how she aimed at the target. After fixing her stance, Harrison wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned in towards her for a moment.

"Just visualize it from beginning to end and it will happen," Harrison advised her gently while giving her an affectionate squeeze. With that said and done, he let go of her.

"Yes, Lyta, all magic starts in the mind and with the mind properly trained, the body will follow and it will flow through with your mind perfectly disciplined," Hippolyta added and Lyta nodded at her mother's words.

She could do it, she could most certainly do this, she wasn't about to give up anytime soon. Lifting her right hand up, she took in and then let out a deep breath, before she blasted the target.

The blasting charm clipped the target in the side, Lyta couldn't help but shake her head and grit her teeth in annoyance, she was a perfectionist like her Father. Harrison decided to adjust her positioning a little bit more.

The young girl lifted her hand back up and once again, she fired at the target. The target was very nearly destroyed this time, but once again she missed hitting it full on.

Third time was in fact the charm, her spell hit the target dead center, blasting it into dust. Harrison nodded at her effort with a pleased look on his face.

"That was excellent Lyta," Harrison commented and he pulled her into a strong hug, which she was very pleased by.

"I know," Lyta responded, she looked quite smug, a little bit too much so in fact.

Frowning softly, Hippolyta moved over to join them and leaning forwards she whispered something to her husband. "Perhaps, we should make the next test of our daughter's abilities a bit more challenging."

There was a few seconds where Harrison paused to think what she said over and consider his options.

"Okay, let's see if you can sink your teeth into this one," Harrison offered Lyta, who looked a little bit excited and a fair bit frightened, after she had a moment to consider her Father's tone. His emerald green eyes locked onto her identical ones. "I want you to rearrange these blocks back into this pattern, without damaging them. That means not breaking or smashing them in any way."

Lyta looked carefully at the blocks, she thought about levitating them at first, but she wasn't sure how that would work without severely damaging them. She saw that her father really wanted her to work for this next accomplishment and she wasn't about to let him down, she would show him how skilled she was. The dark haired girl concentrated on finding a solution to the problem in front of her.

'That's a real puzzler, isn't it?' Ginny asked.

'It isn't….wait, that wouldn't work,' Hermione thought, she was able to see the puzzle through Harrison's eyes. 'The solution….'

'It's not one of those by the book thingsHermione, so you might have a bit of difficulty accomplishing it,' Harrison thought back to her as he waited to see what his daughter would do.

Harrison sat down on a bench next to Hippolyta, who was waiting there waiting for him and the moment he did so she quickly wrapped her arms around him. To the girls within the collective Harrison was Harry, although he originally started out as a duplicate, he'd lasted longer than all the rest and had gone through some different challenges and experiences than the Prime Model. Which lead to some very slight genetic differences between the two of them. Still the bond registered them as the same person, just within two separate bodies.

'So….is this possible to solve?' Hippolyta thought. 'Orare you giving our daughter a valuable life lesson by showing her that there are certain instances where she shouldn't get too confident about her own abilities?'

'Both, actually, it's solvable, but only if you approach it with the right attitude and an open mind, it's hard to do so though,' Harrison thought as he saw Lyta standing there, her nose scrunched up cutely in frustration.

Lyta sank down to knees and hurled her arms down in frustration.

"Daddy, this is impossible!" she shouted as she balled her fists up and Harrison couldn't help but smile. To his girls, all of them, Har-Zod was Har-Zod no matter what alias that he used or body he was in, that fact could not be reinforced enough.

"First lesson, my daughter is this, nothing is impossible, even if the solution isn't obvious at first, that's something that you need to learn quickly if you want to meet all the challenges life throws at you," Har-Zod lectured her.

Lyta nodded thoughtfully at her Father's words, she was running into some snags when it came to flying. She could get off the ground and fly most certainly, but it was landing that was the big issue for her.

"Don't get a hot head and lose your patience, there's always going to be a problem if you do," Harrison offered her and Lyta nodded again at.

Her heart and mind, where telling her that had to solve this puzzle. Given who her parents were and the fact she'd been blessed by the six goddesses at birth, she wasn't lacking for intelligence in the slightest. It was just keeping her temper and emotions in check long enough to put the stones back together. They couldn't touch in any way and that fact was giving her headache.

She looked over it in her mind. The stones had been perfectly assembled before being taking apart by her father, surely they could be reassembled again without being scratched.

At least that's what she was thinking in the back of her mind.

'Okay, let's see, I can do this, I can really do this,' she thought to herself as she prepared to switch everything around. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and then attempted it. Unfortunately, she made a mistake and they ended up smashing together, causing them to explode into pieces.

"HERA!" she cursed to herself.

"Had nothing to do with it young lady," Harrison told her daughter sternly, who crossed her arms with a pout. Hippolyta's lips curled into a smile. "Let's try it again and then we can figure out what you need to do in order to land properly."

'Offering incentive, very good,' Amanda commented approvingly as she wondered what her niece would do to get the blocks together.

It was going to be a long involved lesson, but mastering magical abilities took a bit of time. Harrison actually thought that she was coming along a lot quicker than many in the same position would. Then again, being his daughter, she would have to be better than the rest. The smile that stretched across his face showed the pride that he had in his daughter, although he was trying not to really show it all that much. Her arrogance might be her undoing.

Then again, it should be obvious who she got her arrogant behavior from. It was something that ran in the family.

Harry smiled as he tapped his foot on the ground, flipping through the latest Gotham City newspaper as he waited for Dinah to show up. He was sitting at a outside table at one of the nicest cafe's in Gotham, considering the fact it was within a neighborhood that could actually afford security.

This particular coffee shop was responsible for several memories that Harry held onto very fondly. As Barbara once stated, the milkshakes here were to die for, although Harry hoped that statement wasn't meant literally. Given that this was Gotham City, that statement could be far too literal for his liking.

Regardless of that fact, he was making his way through the paper, as the events of the previous evening and indeed the last couple of days went through his head. Right smack dab in the middle of the front page was a headline blaring out that Carmine Falcone and Salvatore Maroni had been arrested the night before.

Harry figured that Maroni was going to be arrested, after all he'd left behind a tape recording of what he told him, along with several other damning pieces of information that he had on him for the GCPD to find. It was something that would take a while for Maroni to spin. His signature was all over several incriminating documents, despite that fact, he couldn't but reason out that it might be difficult keeping Maroni behind bars given how well connected he was.

Although perhaps not as difficult as it was before.

Falcone on the other hand, now that was interesting news. He knew that Falcone was someone that he would have to deal with at some point, but it looked like a certain someone had beaten him to the punch. With a little thought about the situation, Harry quickly managed to put two and two together in regards to who that someone was.

'He does work pretty quickly for someone who doesn't have powers,' Kara commented, the Alphas were pretty much in the know, giving their higher security clearance and sensitivity to Harry's thoughts and actions within the bonds. In fact, for the time being it was only Harry, Kara, Diana, Faora, and Karen talking, the others were off doing their own thing so they wouldn't be disturbed.

'Well you can't deny that fact, although Harry did get a lot done last night,' Karen thought, then again she did have a lot more information available when it came to a certain someone's costume identity, due to the differing time line of her original dimension

'I'd say,' Kara stated, after he was finished with Pamela, Karen and herself jumped him, then had their own fun with him.

'Well, double innuendo aside, he did seriously get a lot done,' Faora commented with a smile on her face. There was a lot of pride in her voice regarding what her brother accomplished.

Harry smiled, as he continued reading through the paper, trying to keep up with the news of the day. Mostly, because it was a good idea to keep well informed about what any potential headaches were doing.

'Anything interesting in there?' Diana thought curiously. She hadn't gotten a chance to read through it herself yet.

Harry chuckled. 'Well there's something on page eight about a mysterious….Bat-Man, that you might find interesting.'

'It's a wonder that the press didn't described him as being twenty feet tall with three heads, considering how prone they are to exaggeration,' Faora thought dryly.

Karen was about ready to argue that things were not that bad, but there was something in the back of her mind telling her that she would only end up sounding foolish. The press exaggerated things, that was just what they did.

Harry flipped through the paper, his eyes brushing over a report that the parents of a Roman Sionis being caught in a fire at their mansion and perished. No foul play was suspected, since the Gotham City Fire Department had ruled it to be an accident caused by faulty wiring. He also saw that a man known as Joe Chill was up for parole, along with a rather infamous hitman known as Jack Napier.

The society page had a puff piece about the possible return of one of the famous sons of Gotham City, in Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, who had been sent across the pond to a boarding school in England and then never left. Harry thought that the name Cobblepot sounded a bit familiar, but he was having a mental block in regards to where he heard it before.

He figured that if it was important, it would come back to him.

'The Media is such a good tool to shape the minds of people with,' Harry thought to his bond makes.

'Oh yes, running a multimedia empire couldn't help but be interesting,' Kara commented eagerly, as she thought about all of the possibilities.

'It's a good long term plan,' Faora admitted to them all. 'But you might want to hold off on it a little bit….we've got too much going on to pull the trigger on that yet. A lot of our assets are tied up in other projects.'

'Yes, our liquid assets aren't exactly in the best position right now, although maybe in a year or two, that will change, in fact, the partnership between STARR and RAO is already getting us on the right track,' Karen thought back in agreement.

'And when we do, I'll be able to run it,' Kara commented with glee, her studies were allowing her to learn about the ins and the outs of how multimedia worked.

'And we're going to have a nice foundation with Wayne, along with the LuthorCorp stock we acquired,' Faora added.

'So we don't have to rush, but it's something that we can keep an eye on for the future,' Kara thought and she looked eagerly towards that even brighter future.

His attention was diverted by an amazing sight as he saw Dinah arrive, riding on a Harley and she was dressed to kill.

He decided to renew access to the rest of the bonded since his meeting with the Alphas had more or less concluded, and it was just in time for them to enjoy the sight of Dinah in all of her splendor.

She had on a nice low cut dark top that showed off her cleavage and it rode up a slight bit, showing off to her tight abs. Over top of that she had on a black leather jacket and a pair of fingerless gloves wrapped around her hands. Her tight black leather pants molded to her sensual ass and legs like a second layer of skin.

"Hello, Dinah, you look great," Harry told her and Dinah smiled brightly at his words.

She threw her arms around Harry and pulled him into an extremely aggressive hug. Their bodies pressed tightly against each other and he could have sworn that she was seeing how close she could press herself against him without it being considered lewd.

She then grabbed his face and tilting his head back, offered him a deep and juicy kiss. He returned it eagerly and their tongues danced against each other. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her in close to him as they indulged themselves in each other.

"Nice to see you, Harry," Dinah said casually, nibbling on his lower lip as a parting shot and her hand "accidentally" brushed against his package as she pulled away.

'She looks pretty fucking hot for a tomboy,' Lavender thought, as a few other girls filed onto the bond now that Harry and his Alphas were done having their conversation.

'That she does,' Astoria thought and she was practically drooling at the sight of the beautiful Miss Lance.

"It's always good to see you," Harry commented as he led Dinah to the table. She sat down in a chair next to him after he pulled it for her. "So...it's been a long time coming, but I managed to finally get you out on a date. "

"What's your point?" Dinah asked him with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, I've been trying to ask you on a date for about nine months, maybe close to a year come to think about it. So I got the impression you weren't interested and then you suddenly ask me out of the blue…."

"Well, given what happened with Oliver, I had a lot of trust issues that I needed to work out for myself," Dinah told Harry and he nodded at that. From his expression she could tell that he wasn't too fond of Oliver Queen either.

To be perfectly truthful, Harry didn't see much good in anything about Oliver Queen. He honestly reminded him of a slightly less obnoxious version of Draco Malfoy, he was the typical rich party boy who had a higher opinion of himself then he should. Basically, everything that Bruce Wayne allowed the tabloids to think he was, Oliver 'Call me Ollie,' Queen was in spades.

"He didn't get that far with me either, given that he was having an affair with my mother behind my back...before she passed on, and….well...it was pretty hard to get past that for a while," Dinah said to him.

"Oh, your mother, she was part of the JSA, wasn't she?" Harry asked.

"Yes, she was, along with Doctor Fate, Sandman, Hawkgirl, Starman, Wildcat, they were all charter members of the JSA, just to name a few," Dinah said to him. "They were pretty active in the sixties and seventies, but….most of them were arrested when they refused to play ball with the government, there were certain covert agencies that wanted to use them as tools."

Dinah only understood this much because she had found her mother's old journal, after she died about a year and a half ago. She found out the nature of Oliver's relationship with her mother a bit before that and well….it opened her eyes. Oliver was well known for his drunken exploits and he got himself in more than a few jams because of them. Thankfully for him, he had the money to get out of them, but as a result he never learned a lesson from them either.

"The JSA were heroes, even though the government ruined them in the end, it was sort of a golden age of heroes, really," Dinah stated as she brushed her golden locks out of her face and kept her eyes locked onto Harry. "Oliver and I….well...I don't suppose what we had would qualify as a relationship, but you know, he can be charming, although…."

Dinah stopped herself from saying anything that would make her sound like a bitter ex, even though they went out less than a handful of times and it was nothing more serious other than that.

'So can dry rot,' Faora thought scathingly.

'It can?' Ginny thought back curiously.

'Trust me, there are some politicians on Krypton who had the personality of dry rot, yet they got very far,' Faora responded to her with a grimace.

Dinah and Harry continued to make small talk regarding the JSA and how RAO was doing.

"I heard about what happened the other night," Dinah commented, finally bringing up the subject she'd been concerned about. "Barbara told me, how are you…."

"I'm coping about as well as I can," Harry said in an even voice. The reason why he didn't go on a rampage, was due to the fact the last thing he wanted to do was tear Gotham City in half and kill the portion of the population that wasn't corrupt assholes by mistake.

Dinah nodded, having lost her mother not too long ago, she knew that people coped with things in their own way.

"So, there's this rumor about a mysterious vigilante running around Gotham City, don't suppose you know anything about it?"

Harry's grin grew calculating at that question, instead of responding to it, he decided to take a sip of coffee, which left Dinah curious, but she was perceptive enough to know that she might not get a straight answer.

Gossip out of the GCPD was that half of the force was relieved that this person showed up, mostly because it prevented them from having to do any real work.

Harry was careful not to make his suit look to extravagant. If he going to be stinking to the shadows until he was ready to strike, then there was no need for him to have something fashionable.

If all someone critiqued about him was how good his suit look, Harry thought that he would be in a very good place indeed. He was putting finishing touches on the sleek black and red suit, readying it for the next stage in this battle.

A pair of vibrant green eyes fixed on the suit from the darkness, making sure that he did not sacrifice functionality for style. He had to make sure it was properly armored against all attacks, while making certain that the armor wouldn't hinder his ability to fight and perform spell work when he was wearing it.

'So far, so good,' Harry thought as he prepared for the final round of tests. He had been working on this project for a fair amount of time, even before what happened to Neville in fact, so he needed to ensure that it was made for quality and ready for action.

Harry ran his hands down the suit, it was very sleek looking. Armored, but not to the point it would restrict his mobility, he needed to be able move quickly in it to accomplish what he needed to accomplish. The suit was made up of two parts, the top half and the bottom half. It was completely black, except for some red trim. It was not about making a fashion statement, it was about getting a job done, although he thought that he would wear it well.

He checked the arms of the suit to make sure he had a full range of movement and then picked up the gloves. After he slipped them on a target presented itself, a perfect simulated human being created by Alura and Lara working in tandem. It was capable of being stunned and shocked.

He held up the gloves and sent a pulse through them towards the simulated human. Sure enough, it was a direct hit.

'Perfect,' Harry thought to himself, barely keeping the grin off of his face. It would have taken out a real thug with the greatest ease. He had spent a long time tinkering with these gloves to find the right frequency, so that the thugs wouldn't get up easily after being taking down, but he could them up if he wanted to interrogate them.

He took a good look at the suit once more. The armor was thick enough to block most bullets. Considering the fact he only had access to half of his powers while wearing the watch, Harry wasn't taking any chances.

He smiled when his green eyes took in the final detail of the outfit. The insignia on the suit located near the center of his chest was a very familiar dragon like creature, known as the Nightwing, the namesake of Harry's Patronus.

He wouldn't call the outfit perfect by any means, there was always more room for improvement as far as he was concerned. However, as far as outfits went, he thought that it would do the job when went into the den of snakes tonight.

'So far, so good,' Faora commented as she looked over Har-Zod's creation from inside the bond link.

'It isn't the best looking thing fashion wise…' Lavender thought back to her.

'Well, Harry isn't trying to win any awards for being fashionable, he's going for functionality,' Daphne argued.

'Exactly,' Harry agreed as he took another look over the suit of armor and then offered a smile.

All of the bio-systems were online, they would link him to the castle and a few other strategic locations. That way, if something injured him badly enough, someone would be able to swoop in and get him out of them.

'It functions nicely, but…'

'No better time for a field run than now,' Harry thought to Amanda. 'So, all of you should wish me luck.'

'Yes, good luck, hopefully you remember that you're going into the unknown,' Faora advised him.

'Believe me, I know precisely what I'm going into and I know that you'll be keeping an eye on the bios,' Harry thought. 'Are they transmitting?'

'Yes, yes, they are,' Penny agreed, answering for Faora.

'It's interesting,' Patricia added as she spoke up for the first. She was still getting used to people talking in her head, so it did startle her every now and then, when she least expected it to come through.

'Okay, tonight's the night, I've got my new suit,' Harry thought as he prepared to suit up. The nano-technology was something unprecedented Earth wise and when combined with magic, there was so much that could go wrong.

He decided to take the plunge, putting the suit on and making his way out into the night. The meeting Trogg told him about last night was starting soon and he didn't want to be late.

"The Doctor will be joining us soon."

The man known as Zombie made that statement crisply and cooly from where stood in the shadows with his arms crossed over his chest. He couldn't help but notice the woman known as Nightshade watching him closely. She carefully peered at him from the other side of a mask and two of her bodyguards stood near her. Zombie had a well armed group of muscular thugs with him.

"Yes, he knows that he should be punctual for this meeting," Nightshade stated as her green eyes peered towards him, she had no tolerance for him or his actions. "But what you should be worried about is what happened at the warehouse last night."

"It's not a concern…."

"It is a very large concern! The Demon's Head wants reassurance that everything will happen on schedule, regardless of the loss of your men and equipment!" Nightshade snapped. "He will not tolerant your further failure, given that you have directed 'his' attention too closely to us and this operation far too soon by murdering his friend."

"It was merely insurance," Zombie stated as he shifted in the shadows. "Most of the equipment and chemicals have already arrived at their destination…..everything on schedule."

Nightshade looked back at him, she and Zombie had an entirely different theory about what being on schedule truly meant, but she was not saying that.

"What I want to know is how the Bat found out about our operation?" Zombie questioned her. "And how did he get close enough to leave Trogg a broken wreck, I assumed you had him under close observation."

"It wasn't the Bat man, it was the other one," Nightshade corrected him as she took a step forward. "I expected him to respond, but I didn't expect him to respond so soon and so violently."

"And I suspect that you wish me to do something about that," Zombie stated gruffly.

"I expect you to assist the Great One in correcting the mistakes caused by your incompetence," she commented as she glared at him with absolute disgust in her voice and tone.

Zombie shook his head, then looked over his shoulder when one of his men grunted, two of them were fairly large, well over six and a half feet tall. They looked rather rough and tumble, like they could be like your stereotypical professional wrestler.

'Weak, disgusting, putrid,' she thought as she looked at Zombie. He was a foul man, who'd failed to pass his trials and thought he was worth than he actually was. The only reason why he was kept around instead of being killed, was due to the fact her father thought that he would be extremely useful as a blunt instrument, something that could be used as a show of force.

Regardless of that fact he disgusted her utterly.

"Where is the Scarecrow!" Zombie bellowed as he looked around the apartment.

"You will be silent!" Nightshade snapped at him and her elite guard shifted on either side of her. They were all females, dressed in black garb that adhered to their bodies like a second skin, their eyes stared out from behind the masks with murderous intentions etched within them.

She knew that the only reason why Zombie didn't do anything to her was due to the fact he feared repercussions at the hands of her father, someone who had scared many hardened professionals in the League to death. The Demon's Head was not someone you trifled with, he had made men who tried to defy him disappear and then reappear in pieces for less than threatening one of his daughters.

No sooner did this thought go through the woman's head, then the lights went out with a solid boom.

They ended up shrouded in darkness and unable to get a sense of what was happening. However, they were professionals and not dime store thugs, so they didn't lose their mind completely just yet.

"GET A LIGHT!" one of the men growled from within the room.

Zombie looked around himself warily, even though he was more or less stumbling in the dark, he maintained his composure.

"Go find out what happened to the power," Zombie growled as he looked over his shoulder and several of his men staggered off to do so.

There was a whistling wind outside that rattled the window and built the anticipation in the mind.

They could have sworn that they saw a crouched figure in the shadows briefly, before a flash bang nearly blinded them.

They staggered backwards and then a pair of strong hands knocked their heads together. The double noggin' knocker put them out like a light and then the two were throw through the nearest window, causing an explosion of glass as they landed on the other side with a thud.

"Get him!" Zombie yelled out as his men started to fire on the figure in the shadows, but he seemed to disappear into them as if he was never there in the first place.

Their fire was wild and they couldn't get a fix on the person. They couldn't even hear anything, which did a good job in freaking them out further.

Zombie looked into the shadows and taking careful aim, shot at something that fell to the ground. He moved towards it and picked it up.

It was a cloak and there was no one inside of it.

Zombie was knocked hard through the wall by the figure before he had a chance to blink twice.

After sending Zombie through the wall, Harry slipped back into the shadows, moving swiftly through them he took out another one of Zombie's men. No matter what, he wasn't going to allow them to get a shot at him.

He saw two of the female guards standing in front of them. Lunging from the shadows he smashed their heads together rendering them unconscious. He then shielded them from the inadvertent attacks of the other mercenaries. His moral code didn't allow for woman or children to be killed in presence. Men on the other hand….well, if they shot at him, they were taking their chances.

They were flung out of the way as he heard footsteps thumping towards him. The green eyed wizard kept moving, never once letting up on the attacks.

He waved his hands and the guns flew from the hands of his enemies. They landed on the ground with a huge clatter and Harry propelled himself forwards to land in a low crouch in front of a thug, he then proceeded to knock him out with an magically enhanced uppercut to the jaw.

One of the brutes swung his fist at Harry. He ducked swiftly underneath the attack and then came back up with a jab to the throat of his enemy, who fell to the ground, his legs and arms temporarily paralyzed.

The other brute was kicked in the back of the leg and Harry seemingly vanished from sight for a second as the brute swung around to face him. The large man was confused, unable to see where he went, which way did he go?

The brute received an answer to his question was a sharp blow his kidneys and the brute howled in agony when the pain caused by the attack reached his brain.

Harry slowly turned his attention to Nightshade.

Nightshade felt herself panicking at the moment. As he moved to close to in on her, she fired a dose of a potent neurotoxin right into his face, which quickly caused him to become extremely dizzy.

He tried to stay on his feet, but he was having trouble and felt the need to throw up. He saw several bodies lying on the ground, rotting and moldering corpses all.

Well this was happening Zombie returned, extremely angry at being humbled so easily. He took notice of the fact that Nightshade and the two brutes were the only one's standing. Angrily, he pulled out two syringes filled with a performance enhancing chemical and jammed it into their arms.

"Break him," Zombie ordered them curtly.

Harry could see the two newly hulking figures make their way towards him, muscles bulging and their blood shot eyes wide in their skulls. He tried to shake off the effects of what was happening again, he wasn't sure what the chemical did to him, but it was not good.

Perhaps, it for the best he got smashed through the nearby wall, because the impact knocked him back to reality. He heard garbled voices through the bond and couldn't help but wonder what the hell did she hit me with?

Zombie and Nightshade were gone and one of the brutes rushed Harry, murderous intentions in his eyes.

Nightwing, however, wasn't about to go down without a fight. He dodged the brutes attack and jumped over his head to land behind him. He tried to apply a sleeper hold, but ended up being flung off like a gnat. It was hard to concentrate on much of anything right now, but he had to pull his mental facilities together.

Harry bounced off of the wall hard, but instead of crumpling to the ground, he went straight back on the attack throwing several punches towards the brute in front of him. The brute staggered back a little bit with blow, before responding with a swing of his arm that sent Harry flying once more.

Landing hard on the ground, the green eyed wizard slowly pushed himself up on his feet and saw the other brute coming towards him.

Harry picked up a wooden chair and smashed it over his enemy's head. He could probably take these two out quickly if he used magic, but he was finding it extremely difficult to concentrate after being drugged.

He saw more figures and flames surrounding more broken bodies. He felt himself weaken further as he tried to keep his mental facilities together.

Once again, he brought himself back up to his feet, just in time to get nailed hard in the chest and fly backwards once more. He closed his eyes and his heart was beating rather quickly in his chest. He could barely focus on what was going on around him. There was a sinister whistling in the wind that got even more prominent no matter how much he tried to move around. Blood trickled from his mouth but once again, Harry tried to pull himself back to his feet.

'What's….happening,' a strangled voice voice was heard over the bond.

"Don't know...don't know...if you can hear me, but I'm transferring a scan of my blood, I inhaled something, it must be potent, it would have killed a normal person," Harry breathed out, he brought up his wrist computer and typed quickly into it. It was light weight, compact, and it was something that he could utilize to get the information quickly. "Pamela, get Lucretia….put your heads together….I don't know what's happening…."

Harry had no idea if he was heard or not and he felt a sudden bout of dizziness visit him. He felt like he was going to hack up his lungs and that wasn't because one of the brutes had hammered him with another punch to the ribs. Zombie and his female companion were already gone.

The brutes were easily manipulated, but Harry couldn't see anything but indistinguishable shapes in front of him due to his blurred vision. He heard an insidious laughter in the back of his head that he blocked out.

He managed to direct their attacks against each other, they were simple, mindless really and he was easily able to direct them. He could hear their hearts struggle to pump in their chest. Their bodies weren't prepared for this sudden transformation and soon their hearts would give out underneath the strain. All he had to do was go the distance.

Harry could see pillars falling around him and he felt like he was inside a tunnel. He could see familiar faces, members of his collective slipping away underneath hellfire and brimstone. He reached for them in an attempt to save them, but his arms felt like concrete.

The green eyed wizard could see swirls at the edge of his vision and then he snapped himself back to reality. It was a good thing that he did seeing as how he was forced to quickly dodge several attacks from the brutes.

'This is quite the disturbing world, now isn't it?' a high pitched voice commented in his mind and Harry once again avoided attacks by the shapeless shadows that tried to pull him down into madness.

He was tripping through an entire land of mushrooms and pink swirls. Giant ten feet tall creatures made of multicolored fire appeared, and three headed elephants marched towards him, chanting eerily.

Harry's mind was rebelling against the changes, a less structured mind would have presented fears that were far more real than this multicolored absurdity.

'Harry Potter, are you hairy? Do you make pots or do you smoke it? What does that name even mean?' a giggling voice inquired and the giggling continued.

The brutes were down for the count, their hearts having burst under the pressure. Har-Zod wasn't sure what happened.

'HAR!' Faora shouted over the bond, but there was no answer, just a thump, thump, thump, and then Harry's world exploded into a multicolored hue of being completely fucked up.

Harry found himself trapped in a multicolored twister. He heard a loud thumping in the back of his head and he landed on the ground with an explosive impact.

He pushed himself up off the ground and he shook his head as the scene devolved around him.

'Something tells me we're not in Kansas anymore, Toto,' a voice that sounded enough like Rose's that it might as well be Rose's stated.

Harry looked around his surroundings and saw himself at a train station. It was almost a perfect replica of King's Cross Station, he shook his head to clear it. He also heard an obnoxious humming in his head that he tried to dispel immediately. He snapped his head up and saw someone exiting the train.

Albus Dumbledore stepped off of the train, looking quite fabulous indeed. He was wearing a sequined outfit, a combination of whites and gold, trimmed with some silver. His beard was in braids and a purple top hat with a feather rested on his head and a multicolored pink and white set of feather boas were wrapped around his neck. He slinked forwards like a sexual predator, dressed in red knee high boots, before he started skipping.

"Heeeello Harry! My dear boy! I must say, you look quite swell today," Dumbledore lisped cheerfully as he started to continue to skip around the station, humming the Hogwarts School Song.

'All will kneel!'

'All will kneel!'

There was a whispering in the wind as the chanting continued.

'Kneel before Zod, kneel before Zod, kneel before Zod.'

Harry found himself surrounded by a bunch of burly men, all of them kneeling before him. One of them tried to grab a hold of his pants, but he pushed himself away.

"Embrace your destiny, my child," the faceless abominations stated as they crawled towards him.

Two figures looked at Harry, he couldn't make them out and then suddenly, they grew to be about ten feet tall.

One of them grabbed Harry and shoved him down his throat.

"You took our lives…." James Potter stated, although he sounded more like Donald Duck than his normal self.

"...You ruined everything," Snape continued in a high pitched voice, sounding like Mickey Mouse.

"But we will….."

"Ensure you are doomed to a fate worse than death," Snape concluded.

Harry flew off into the distance and then there was an explosion that engulfed him in a multicolored hue of shapes and sounds.

'And the plot thickens,' Amanda commented over the bond link.

'Harry Potter is back at King's Cross Station, it's nineteen years later, and he has such a nice and cheerful family, wouldn't you say, Amanda?'

"Mum! I really want to go!"

A redhead girl stated this, although from his vantage point Harry could only make out the back of her head.

'Oh! It's Ginny Weasley! But she's put on a little bit of weight,' Rose offered.

'I dare say she looks a bit like Molly Weasley,' Emily stated at the sight of the rather plump as Ginny, looking about four hundred pounds with a loud obnoxious high pitched voice, entered the picture.

"NO! LILY! You must wait another two years! You are too young! Now what is that platform number again?" Ginny screeched out as she waddled over.

'Dear RAO! She's turned into her mother,' Amanda stated in horror.

'No, I rather think that she's eaten her mother,' Astoria corrected her, chiming in with a hideous tone to her voice.

Harry blinked as another young man waddled forward, once more Harry could only see him from the back.

"You have a pleasant year, Jamie-Poo!" Ginny commented to James in a sugary sweet voice that sounded like a hideous combination of her mother and Petunia Dursley.

"Naturally, Mummy," James stated as he turned around and Harry recoiled at the sight. It was his hair and eyes, but on Dudley's face and body. It was a completely hideous abomination.

"Is there something the matter?" a calm voice stated.

Harry turned around to see a miniature version of Snape, Snape, Severus Snape with Harry's green eyes and Dumbledore's twinkle dancing through them.

"No, ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER! That spells ASP you know! There is nothing the matter! Now get on the train my dear! You don't want to be late, and I BETTER NOT GET AN OWL ABOUT ANY OF YOU!" Ginny shrieked at the top of her lungs.

'Harry Potter has been resigned to mediocrity, working long hard hours at a job that doesn't appreciate him, while his wife eats bon-bons all day long whilst watching Oprah,' Amanda commented.

'Whilst Harry Potter doesn't work at a job where fat women walk into a shoe store daily or scored four touchdowns in a single game, he is in fact Married….With Children,' Emily chimed in helpfully.

Lily turned around and Harry once again stepped back horror, a miniature Petunia with red hair framing her face stood before him.

"Hello Daddy," Lily commented and there was a few seconds where Harry wondered about what madness had presented itself.

Suddenly, he saw Hermione and Ron standing there. Hermione had also put on two hundred pounds and had a troupe full of identical redhead children following her, although two of them looked disturbingly similar to Draco Malfoy in the facial region.

He saw Astoria in the background, standing with Draco Malfoy, he was balding with burns on his face. Astoria turned towards him and her face looked like a carbon copy of General Zod, who began to laugh at him mockingly.

Harry shook his head in despair, he was surrounded by madness.

The scar had not pained Harry Potter for nineteen years. All was well.

Harry's head was spinning with more sensations than he could even figure out. Somehow, by some act of god, he woke up to find himself passed out on the rooftop of RAO Headquarters building in Gotham. How had ended up there and the trip that he went on to do so, well the less said the better.

'HARRY!' Kara screamed through the bond link, she sounded frantic.

Faora spoke for them all. 'What in the fuck is going on!?'

'I'll let you know the answer to that question when my brain….stops trying to escape from my skull,' Harry grimaced as he grabbed onto the edge.

He saw a few more flashes, but nothing as bad as the horrors that he saw before.

'Har, are you there?' Faora demanded. 'HAR-ZOD, CAN YOU HEAR ME?'

'Yes, I can….I'm here,' Harry commented catching himself before he collapsed over the ledge. His natural healing abilities were holding off the worst of that Fear Toxin. Right now it was along the lines of the utterly weird reaction that he had when he encountered the Dementors for the first time and he had no real sense of direction.

'Lucretia and I very nearly have an antidote ready, but we've been trying to reach you for about three hours,' Pamela offered, trying to keep her voice calm.

'Three hours?' Harry thought, he had no idea he was out for that long. He made his way down off the roof, dragging his feet along the ground the whole while.

'Just stick tight, I'm coming up there,' Faora thought to him now that she finally was able to track her brother down, not that the chaos in the bond had calmed down any.

'So did you see any of that?' Harry asked.

Karen's voice was extremely somber. 'We only heard the screams.'

'What in the hell was happening in there?' Jaime demanded.

'I was drowning in mediocrity, forced to live in Wizarding Britain, a mediocre wand waver, with no way out,' Harry explained to them.

They knew that there was more to this than what met the eye, but what he told them so far, was horrifying to say the very least.

Harry shook his head, his face was coated in sweat.

Harry managed to make his way down to the Penthouse from the rooftop access, although he was pretty sure that his mind was so screwed up right now that he actually managed to fly all away back around the block to get there, despite the fact the Penthouse and the RAO headquarters in Gotham were the same damn building. He saw the horrific images of King's Cross over and over.

He hit the balcony sliding glass door much like a bird hitting a windshield.

"Harry, hang on," Nym whispered to him, but Faora decided to take sudden action.

"He's not coherent, enough, we need to get him inside," Faora commented as she lifted him up and led him inside. "He could have been far worse off had things been different."

Lucretia and Pamela arrived then, with Penny following closely behind them. The other members of the bond were getting enough flashes from him now to really see the horror of what happened to him. It was far more horrifying in some ways to be an outside observer.

"Let's go," Nym managed, she was ready to hex Harry if she had to, although she doubted that she would get that far through the suit.

Nym, Penny, Faora, Pamela, and Lucretia all made their way down to the sub basement with him using the elevator and there was a loud bing from some equipment nearby shortly after they arrived.

"It's nearly done," Pamela whispered to them and there was several nods of relief at that.

"It's going to work, it's got to work," Lucretia stated as she helped Nym strip Harry out of his costume.

'Yes, because the buzzing is starting to get even louder, his fears are really….well...THEY'RE KIND OF FUCKED THE HELL UP!" Amanda thought loudly. She had no idea if Harry could hear her pleas for him to snap out of it.

'Harry….what the hell…'

'We're just going to have to give him the antidote Vega, don't worry,' Lucretia said gently.

The diagnostic scan Faora ran indicated that the very worst was blocked thanks to his unique body chemistry. Harry could have potentially had an even more horrifying experience if it wasn't.

"Harry, you've got to focus," Pamela whispered to him, running her hand through his hair and he held his head up, blinking his eyes open and shut. The green eyes of Harry Potter reflected his delirium for all to see.

"Give me the antidote, mass produce it, I have a feeling that was just a setup for what's to come," Harry breathed out as his arm was exposed.

He took a careful look at Pamela, her skin was green and she was wrapped in vines, her hair was a darker red, her green eyes which were now the same color as his own, glowed faintly. She had leaves covering her body and there were people on the ground around her, ensnared and strangled by her vines.

That vision was far less mortifying than the ones from earlier tonight, she leaned in and carefully injected Harry with the antidote.

He slumped to the ground unconscious almost immediately, Faora catching him before he hit the ground. She gave Lucretia a questioning glance and the girl looked back at her evenly.

"He's supposed to pass out," Lucretia told Faora and she nodded. "It would hurt more if he was awake while the toxins burned out of his body."

"I understand, I'll get him into bed safely, Jaime and Karen should arrive here from Metropolis shortly to help you mass produce this," Faora whispered as she held Harry slumped in her arms. She could tell that he would be fine.

Harry's eyes slowly opened. He felt like he got hit by a runaway train and it was hard for him to think straight. He felt a slight ringing in his head that continued to escalate.

"Congratulations, you're back among the world of the living," Faora told him from she sat at the side of the bed. "You've been out of it for a while, but thankfully with the time dilation spells, it hasn't been that long in the real world."

"She caught me off guard," Harry grumbled weakly.

"She was quick," Faora agreed as she squeezed his hand and leaned forward. The dark haired woman's eyes were burning with an intense amount of passion as she shook her head. "But she's not perfect, she slipped up. She didn't hit you with a nearly potent enough dose. It took some time, about an hour for it to set in."

"The timing felt weird, it was like time sometimes sped up, other times it slowed down, and then there were those horrors…."

"This Toxin, it distorts our sense of reality, in ways that I don't even think that we can even imagine," Faora concluded.

"Oh, I think that I can do a pretty good job at imagining it," Harry commented as Faora continued monitoring her brothers bio-signs.

"You appear to be stable, at least you're better off than you were a little while ago when you stumbled in here, do you remember even stumbling in here?" Faora asked.

"Slightly," Harry said weakly.

"You were paralyzed and your body was fighting it every step of the way, but damn if it didn't do a number on you," Faora confirmed for him as she swung her legs over each other. "The good news is that the antidote is being mass produced and therefore should someone release the toxins into the city, we'll be able to counteract it."

"Oh good, excellent even, and dare I ask the bad news?" Harry asked.

The door opened as Kara entered the room swiftly; wearing an apron and not much else underneath it. She was carrying a tray with biscuits and coffee on it.

"You should eat, your body burned through a lot of energy trying to purge the toxins completely from it," Kara stated as she sat down and started to feed Harry the biscuits where he lay in the bed.

"Well, the bad news is that Zombie and his men slipped off into the night, along with our mysterious Nightshade," Faora informed him as she sat on the edge of the bed and Harry slowly took a sip from his cup of coffee.

"With the antidote in your system, you should be immune to the toxin from this point on and any variants shouldn't have such a grave effect on you in the future," Kara added and Harry nodded.

"That's good," Harry managed weakly as he placed his hand on Kara's and the blonde looked at him through wide eyes.

"So what are you going to do now?" Faora asked, deciding to get to the next point and there was a pause as Harry pondered his options.

"I'm going to go after them, he's not getting away that easily," Harry stated.

'If you can call something like that easy,' Zatanna stated grimly. Being a casual bond observer, she was terrified out of her mind last night. Even when you factored in some of the screwed up things that magic could do to the mind, last night was on an entirely different level.

"He likely cleaned up everything or the GCPD did," Faora told Harry.

Harry had a calculating smile on his face before he stated the obvious. "Maybe not everything, if he left the slightest clue there, I will find it."

"So, you're going back out there after what happened?" Kara asked. This wasn't a complaint, merely a question. She slowly fed Harry one of the buttered biscuits and he took it, along with another sip of the coffee.

"As soon as he's stabilized, I'm sure that he could go, with the antidote in his system, he's perfectly able to fight, once his vitals check out," Faora commented as she stroked Harry's hair fondly with a smile on her face.

She could sense Kara's discomfort, hell she felt a bit uncomfortable herself.

"More sightings of our mysterious flying rodent friend last night as well," Faora told them lightly as she flipped through the newspaper.

"Oh?" Harry asked her and Faora smiled as she elaborated.

"Nothing concrete, they didn't get him on camera, they didn't even get you on camera either come to think about it," Faora offered. "And given that you were tripping balls, that's something to be proud of."

Harry reacted like this one other time before and that was with the Dementors, it was quite weird, although this was completely different. He had gone to a place where he hoped that he would never have to step one foot inside again.

"The antidote is ready," Faora told him.

"I know," Harry told her.

'Penny make sure Bruce gets a sample of it, he should be able to put it to good use,' Harry thought to her and there was a sound of agreement from the girl in question.

"Harry, it's been a long night, I think we all should relax," Kara whispered to him as she slowly ran her soft hands down Harry's chest and abs, allowing herself to feel his muscles underneath her fingertips. The blonde's smile got even wider as she played with Harry's chest and abs.

"Unless you're not up for it?" Faora questioned him with a challenging glint in her eye.

Harry's smile got even wider as she ran her hands all over his legs and he looked her right in the eye. "Faora, you should know that I'm always up for it."

Faora's smile gotten even wider as she slipped down, making sure Harry was nude from the waist down as she kept working him over.

"We can see that, just relax, Har, we'll take really good care of you," Kara whispery hotly in his ear as she pulled off her apron to reveal that she was in fact wearing absolutely nothing underneath. Harry drank in her beautiful body and knew that he was going to enjoy this.

Kara's pussy was bared and dripping wet for him. Like a starving man, Harry grabbed her hips and pulled it onto his face.

The blonde's eyes closed as lust radiated through her body. Harry's talented tongue got to work, burying itself deep inside her. Each time his tongue touched a different part of her, exploding her nerve endings into a wave of sexual fire.

"YES!" Kara screamed at the top of her lungs as she felt his tongue dig deep into her. The blonde's pussy was being feasted upon by his tongue and his talented cock was being rubbed up and down by Faora.

"Just wait, you're hard now, you'll be even harder later," Faora whispered with a lustful purr and she licked her lips as she prepared to have her way with his cock.

Harry's penis twitched as she used her tongue to bathe his member with her salvia and the dark haired goddess kept working over his member, licking him all the way down.

Faora wrapped her tight mouth around his throbbing pole and took him all the way into the back of her throat. The dark haired woman rocked her head back and forth, blowing him. She really worked him up and down, deep throating him and then pulling her mouth off of it, until she licked the tip and then took him all the way into the back of her throat again.

Harry could not voice his appreciation out loud due to his mouth being preoccupied with Kara's pussy as she sprayed her juices onto his face.

'Oh Faora, so good, feels so fucking good,' Harry grunted mentally as he kept licking Kara's delicious twat.

"SWEET RAO!" Kara shrieked out loud as she felt him eat her pussy out. The blonde's pussy grinded against him and Harry grabbed her thighs and kept eating her. His tongue was working into her dripping hot snatch.

Faora's mouth kept working around his cock and she pushed her face all the way down onto his pubic bone.

She applied a super powered suction and bobbed her head up and down, coaxing the cum from his balls down her throat.

Harry was not about to tap out yet, although her mouth was doing such wonderful and great things to him, along with Kara riding his tongue. The blonde kept rocking back on his tongue and it grinded into him. Her walls clamped around him and his tongue scraped against her.

"Damn, Harry," Kara moaned as he did the Parseltongue trick and made her pussy feel so good. The sensation of a vibrating tongue buried deep inside her snatch made her tingle with pleasure.

Harry jackhammered Faora's mouth and slurped around his member. Her lips were tightened around him with a vice like grip and she also played with his balls.

'Cum for me Har, shoot your seed into my mouth, I want to choke on it,' Faora mentally encouraged him, sending nasty vivid images into his mind, memories of her and Kara fingering each other and playing with loads of different toys.

Needless to say, this did the trick and Harry slammed into her mouth hard. His cum sprayed down her throat in a heavy abundance and Faora stepped back, jerking him off. She caused his cum to coat her face and tits.

Faora looked like a treat with the cum dripping down her face and lust burning through her eyes.

"Oh, I think we need to clean up that mess," Kara cooed as she flew over and tackled Faora to the bed, kissing her madly.

Their pussies briefly rubbed together, before Kara slid off, licking Faora's tits clean of Harry's cum. While she did this, she presented her hot pink snatch at Harry.

Harry got up, his cock rehardened, as he cupped her from behind.

"You're really asking for it, aren't you?"

Kara offered him a smile as she looked over her shoulder and Harry smacked her on the ass, which gave her a pleasurable moan.

Harry grabbed her hips and rubbed against her hot dripping slit. The wizard was about ready to enter her and Kara clenched onto the side of the bed.

His cock slipped into her, inch by inch, stretching out her walls.

Kara whined in pleasure as she felt his hardness penetrate her. The blonde's tightness squeezed him with pleasure.

"Wreck me, Harry, WRECK ME!" she yelled as her pussy was rammed from behind. He pulled nearly all the way out and then when his cock head was against the edge of her pussy, he hammered her from behind. The blonde's walls tightened around him and Harry grabbed her right tit and squeezed it.

Faora's legs were spread and Kara decided to indulge herself in Faora's pussy, warming her dripping hot cunt off for Harry's intrusion. The blonde's tongue expertly worked over the sopping hot folds.

"Oh….that's fucking it, oh yes, fuck yes," Faora moaned as she lifted her hips towards Kara's tongue. Kara dove into her and made her really feel good.

Harry grabbed her tits from behind and buried deep inside her. The walls tightened around his member.

"Oh….feels so fucking good," Harry grunted as he felt her dripping hot snatch hug him. "Keep eating her out, oh that's it!"

Kara rose to the challenge and she used her tongue to slurp at Faora's snatch. The sounds of pleasure and delight spurred all parties on. The woman's tongue was scraping against her dripping hot pussy and she was feeling it.

Harry decided that Faora was ready and split off a dupe.

Faora pulled herself up and tackled Harry. Her legs wrapped around him and she brushed her dripping slit down across his member. His cock was standing at attention and Faora teased his cock before he entered her body.

The dark haired woman pushed herself all the way down onto his member, using her warm tightness to contract around his stiffing member.

"Oh, so good, better than the best," Faora moaned as she rotated her hips.

The two of them floated off of the bed and Faora was forcefully fucking Harry in midair. His cock pushed between her thighs was a feeling that could not be beat. Har-Zod's hands roaming her body, it caused tingles to flow all over her body, he grabbed her breasts, her ass, and then went all the way down her legs.

He squeezed her ass and she moaned, bringing his cock all the way into her tightening pussy. The woman clenched him.

"So good, deeper, harder, faster!" Faora whimpered as she rocked down onto his thick hard length, riding him for everything that she thought that he was worth.

Kara, not to be out done, floated off the bed, and tilted herself in mid air. Harry had the leverage to fuck into her cunt. The blonde's moans could have been heard all the way on the other side of the country, had it not been for the sound proofing spells around the room.

The blonde's tits were squeezed and Harry pulled all the way out of her.

"Harry, cock, back inside me, please!" Kara begged him and Harry brushed his crown against her slit and then pushed into her.

Her eyes bulged out as heat vision shot out and hit the curtains. The visual effect of the curtains catching on fire made for an erotic appeal as Harry held onto his youngest blonde Alpha's breasts and kept working her pussy over for all that it was worth.

Faora and Harry fucked each other in midair, their bodies swaying back and forth. Her pussy squeezed his massive invading tool as Harry kept working into her hard. Her tight pussy kept milking his thick hard tool. The woman's walls wrapped around his thick hard tool and it pushed into her.

"I'm going to fuck your brains out," Harry growled and Faora looked to be quite happy with this arrangement as his member stretched out her pussy. Her tightening walls got even tighter as he pushed deep into her. The woman arched her back and accepted his cock inside her, one inch at a time. She grabbed his bicep.

Harry held her breasts and plowed into her. The walls tightened around his tool and Kara milked him as the two of them went at it in midair. The blonde's juices dripped down and soaked the bed. Siphoning charms would take care of them.

They had many different positions and angles to explore this arrangement but right now, Harry worked himself to an orgasm in Kara's pussy. The blonde's walls clamped down onto him and her heat vision once again went off.

Harry's balls tightened and he exploded into her dripping hot cunt. The wizard splashed his seed into her pussy.

Faora's walls clamped his hard pole and she coaxed his cum out of his balls. She drained his essence into her cunt, twisting her nipples as the orgasm escalated. She trapped him between her strong thighs as Harry pumped a huge load into her.

All of the basked in the glory of this intense round of orgasms that they shared and they were ready for another.

Harry, Kara, and Faora had a shower after having their fun, although it took a while to get any actual showering done. Regardless after getting dressed, they made their way into the living room, where Nym and Pamela were sitting on chairs to the side and Barbara was parked on the couch.

'So how are you feeling?' Nym thought to him.

'I'm not in fucking wonderland any longer, if that's what you're asking?' Harry asked and there was a few seconds where she paused to consider it, before nodding.

'Yes, that's exactly what I what I was asking,' Nym commented.

Faora sat on one side of Barbara and Kara made her way to sit down on the other. Harry gently plucked Barbara off of the seat, but before she had a chance to protest, he sat down in her spot and placed the sixteen year old girl on his lap.

Barbara looked very pleased by her new circumstances.

'Smooth,' Donna commented to Harry.

'He wouldn't be Harry, if he wasn't,' Diana offered.

'That much is true,' Hippolyta picked up where he daughter left off.

'Very true, he is quite smooth,' Fleur agreed as she made her way into the room to clean it, slipping she accidentally dropping her duster, she bent over to pick it up, allowing her skirt to ride up a little bit.

'And you're just the epitome of being subtle, aren't you?' Gabrielle commented dryly.

'Quiet, Gabi,' Fleur said firmly to her sister.

"So what's going on in the news today?" Harry asked.

"We're just trying to find that out right now," Nym told him and Harry nodded as he waited.

"This is Jack Ryder, of KANE Channel Twenty Five reporting. There was an attempted breakout at Blackgate Prison last night, which required GCPD SWAT to attend the scene," the news reporter informed them. "While information is sketchy at the moment, we believe that it was an attempt to break out Carmine Falcone from prison or an attempt to kill him by a business rival."

The plot was thickening by the minute and they all listened closely.

"The man known in some circles as the Roman, was placed inside Blackgate Prison two nights ago, despite the fact that the attack wasn't fatal, it has left Falcone quite traumatized," Ryder continued. "Blackgate Head Psychiatrist Jonathan Crane has been quoted by press stating that the attack caused Falcone's mind to snap, but he assures us that Falcone will get the treatment that he deserves."

'Hmm,' Harry thought, he wondered what exactly happened last night.

'Was that a good hmm, or a bad hmm?' Amanda thought to her brother, confusion appearing in her eyes.

'Just a hmm,' Harry thought back to her and Amanda shook her head, her frustration becoming even more prominent the longer that she thought about it.

'Well that clarifies things quite nicely, wouldn't you agree?' Emily thought to him.

'Yes, very much so, Amanda, dear, don't you know how to read between the lines?' Ginny thought, doing an impersonation of her mother so accurately that it caused Harry to cringe.

'Gin, I love you, but don't ever do an impression of your mother again,' Harry thought.

'Yes, it's kind of creepy,' Faora offered and Ginny thought about it.

'You're right, sorry,' Ginny chimed in as she leaned back with a smile on her face.

"And the events at Blackgate have taken another twist as we have word that Assistant DA Rachel Dawes was on the scene last night, although she cannot be currently found by GCPD," Ryder commented but he listened into his ear piece and crinkled up his nose. "Wait….am I getting this right?….there's….he's….really?…."

"Spit it out! why don't you?" Nym asked.

"Nym, he can't hear you," Harry offered.

Lucretia snickered. 'I'm not sure she cares that much.'

'Yeah, she tends to be pretty stubborn,' Andromeda added in amusement as Nym shook her head.

'You just enjoy riling me up mother.'

Ryder was speaking once again. "There also reports that Dawes has not only gone missing, but that the mysterious….the mysterious Bat….Man was on the scene."

Ryder's voice held a great deal of skepticism within it and Harry leaned back as he shook his head in amusement.

"What's so funny?" Barbara asked turning slightly to face him since she was still on his lap.

"Well, it's interesting isn't it?" Harry asked.

Barbara raised an eyebrow. "What's interesting, per say?"

"The news media making such a connection," Harry told her and Barbara was making a connection of her own in her head.

'No….it can't be, it's impossible, isn't it?' Barbara thought to herself, but this was a rhetorical question at best.

"I need to go take care of something," Harry offered as he gently nudged Barbara off of his lap.

She took the cue, but not before getting a nice kiss in return. Faora, Pamela, Kara, and Nym all got one of their own.

Harry made his way from the living room, he was back on his feet.

'Penny, are you there?' Harry asked the girl through the link.

'I'm here Harry, I can hear you loud and clear, so…'

'Is the antidote ready?' Harry asked her.

'Yes, all I have to do is get it there…'

'Good, I have a feeling that Bruce will be a bit busy after what happened tonight and might not be having any meetings with anyone, so it would be best for you to get the antidote to your uncle,' Harry told her and Penny nodded.

'Get them there, right, I'll make sure that Uncle Alfred gets them and I'm sure he'll know what to do from there to make sure they fall into the right hands,' Penny told him as she left to go drop them off.

Meanwhile, Harry had other things to do, it was time to continue on the trail and hope that tonight would be a productive one.