The First Rule of….Part Three

Gotham City even got cold in the summertime but now that autumn weather was upon them, it was getting downright frigid at night. There was no rain at night although storm clouds threatened to burst through and ruin the evening.

James Gordon and Sarah Essen made their way as their shift from the GCPD concluded. And the GCPD had some extremely long shifts all things considered. Ten hours was more than norm as the days were long and the nights were worse.

Sarah looked at Gordon immediately and there was a moment where irritation flowed freely onto her face. "You don't have escort me to my car…."

"I know, I was heading that way myself," Gordon said without missing a beat and Sarah nodded, made a lot of sense. "The bank case is one of the weirdest that I've seen and you think you'd seen them all, being in Gotham City for as long as I have been and Chicago before that."

"New York is just as bad," Sarah said without even missing a beat as she walked next to him. "You figure…you figure that you've seen it all and then there's something else that comes up. And then you go home to someone, but it's just a break until you're real life begins….that is, if you go home to someone….you do go home to someone, don't you?"

"Yes, I'm married if that's what you're asking," James said gruffly. "Officially, on the books, separated right now. Just better that way, my wife Barbara, she moved to Chicago with my son, James Junior, and then there's my daughter Barbara…."

"So you and Barbara named your son and daughter…."

"I hear that one a lot actually," James said and Sarah opened her mouth to apology but he cut her off. "Yeah….Barbara's adopted, although she's just as good as my daughter, and that's what matters. My brother and his wife they died in a car accident when she was six. It was hard on everyone."

"Yes….I can see," Sarah said and James looked at her.

"Do you….."

"I was married to an undercover cop, not really for that long though," Sarah told him and she decided that it was best to get this information on the table. "Drug bust went bad you see and….he got shot, three times in the back of the head."

"I'm sorry," James said in a sympathetic voice.

"He understood the risks, I did too, I decided to make my work my full time commitment, and it's been a rocky enough relationship as is," Sarah said as she looked over her shoulder. "So my car's across the parking lot, I'll see you tomorrow Gordon, maybe something new will break in the case."

"Yes, see you tomorrow Essen," Gordon said without another word and he turned around after a second.

He saw an unappealing sight standing next to his car and he walked up to the man. He was dripping of sleaze, the typical textbook definition of what it meant to be a corrupt cop. Gordon frowned and he locked his eyes on the man there. "Flass, what are you doing here?"

"Jimbo, Jimbo, we need to talk," Arnold Flass stated, he gave the air of a corrupt cup and you could judge a book by his cover well in this case. "You still don't understand how the game is played after all of this time."

"I don't know….."

"Braden and Loeb, both of them see that a cop like you, you seem someone like you, he's valuable, if you play the game," Flass whispered as he looked at Gordon and there was a second where Gordon shifted through his pocket. Flass, without preamble, grabbed Gordon's hand, blocking his attempts to go through his pocket. "And you haven't been playing the game, Jimbo. You don't know what you're doing, but you're putting people at risk."

Gordon looked at this foul waste of humanity. Harvey Bullock might have been a good cop that looked slimy but Flass he was a bad cop who did not look as bad as he was. No he was far worse.

"You're running that wave of popularity as a hero cop but the wave's going to dry out pretty soon, and people are going to get bored of you, then what are you going to do?" Flass asked as Gordon smelled the foulness of his breath. "Jimmy, there have been people like you, people who haven't played the game. You think that you are a hero, but you know what, you aren't nothing. All you are is someone who is a media darling. And when cops don't play by the rules, bad things are going to happen. What's going to happen when something happens to your pretty little daughter and no one is around to protect her?"

A gun was pulled out, but Gordon angrily disarmed him before he could even fire.

'You son of a bitch,' Gordon thought as he grabbed Flass around the throat and knocked him down immediately.

"Just delivering a message, ain't nothing personal, you might be O'Hara's heir apparent, but he's not in charge, not as much as he…."

CLICK.

Gordon looked about ready to murder Flass, the guy was like nails on a chalkboard and he was worse. Sarah was there, quickly and she had him down on the ground, the handcuffs snapped onto him.

"You won't be able to hold me past the evening," Flass said scathingly as he pulled up.

"You have the right to remain silent, I'm sure you haven't forgotten that," Sarah said as she looked at Flass, who knew that he was not going to forget this.

James Gordon in particular knew that he was not going to see the last of Flass or Braden. He could take care of himself, his loved ones was another matter entirely. That being said, James Gordon was not someone who would cave into blackmail.

Batman dodged the attacks of a very persistent foe. He was dressed in a red outfit and wore a silver mask that looked like a monkey. He threw a pair of daggers at Batman who arched back to dodge them. They sailed harmlessly over the top of his head.

His outfit had been damaged and scratch marks ran down both of his cheeks. Other than that, he was doing pretty well all things considered. He shook his head, coughing just a little bit as he held his head up.

'Not one of my better days,' Batman thought but that was about all he did as he nearly was stabbed. He blocked the attacks with his feet and sprung up to nail him right in the face.

Silver Monkey was his name and despite his rather unassuming name, he was a fairly dangerous assassin. Batman knew by now not to judge people by their names for they would take them down. His hand to hand combat went against the monkey, who was as quick and resourceful as mind.

He mentally went back to why he was here and what brought him to this intense fight with this individual.

Batman was keeping close behind one of the associates of Falcone and the rumors of what this man was involved in, turned his stomach as he kept moving forward. He refused to let him out of his sight, because of what this man was involved in, the human trafficking elements and also a child slavery ring. Both of those offered a redundant one.

Of course, there was something that he found as he managed to track down the person to their hiding place, actually he found several things out. He was unable to put it all completely out of his mind, what he learned tonight.

For one, the man he thought was there was a woman. Whether this actually made what he discovered regarding the slavery ring better or worse was up for a lot of debate. Never the less, he followed the trail of blood and he saw the head of the woman first.

Then there was a body that matched it halfway across the room. Activating the HUD on his mask, Batman managed to get a good look at something, following a trail. He thought that he could see something in the shadows that he could lock into and perhaps follow to bring them down.

Suddenly there was a blitzing of ninjas that went against Batman. It was so fast that he was nearly thrown off guard.

There should be a special emphasis on the world nearly for he was not completely thrown off guard. In fact, he avoided every single attack, blocking the blades of one of his enemy and kicking an adversary hard on the back of the leg. He slid back and landed with a huge crack and then his leg crunched out from underneath it.

A second ninja tried to nail Batman with a spinning back fist but he caught the arm, turned it around, and drilled him down to the ground with one swift motion.

The ninjas were trying to surround Batman but being ninjas, they were attacking him one at a time, instead of ganging up on him. That allowed the Dark Knight to block their shots, catching a back hand punch and bringing an elbow to the side of the head of his enemy.

The final tally was a group of ninjas who had been knocked down in a cloud of smoke and there was someone who was clapping slowly, loudly, and psychotically.

"That's merely a warm up."

Batman was caught off guard when more ninjas poured in through the roof. He could feel the cold steel slice against his costume and the wind got knocked out of his lungs. He had caught the first group off guard but the second one, they were another matter entirely.

He could feel the bumps, the bruises, and the broken bones but he held his own with him. He might have been one man, one Batman, but he held his own as good as one could expect. Although there was a thought that he was being herded into position.

Silver Monkey made his move and that's where the fight began.

Batman favored an injured wrist, halfway bent over, and wincing as he gritted his teeth. To say he was not in the best spirits would be putting things mildly. In fact, he was agitated and his elbow being as sore as it was made fighting an enemy like this worse.

The Cowled Detective decided to switch up his tactics to see if that would bare even more fruit. He repelled up and then threw down a pair of pellets against the ground.

They broke open but the Silver Monkey was already at his side. He dropped up and flung a pair of brown capsules at Batman. The Detective ducked the capsules as they hit the wall, burning through it with an acidic substance.

"Who sent you?" Batman growled as the Silver Monkey drew his sword and tried to impale Batman with it. It clung against the tracks, causing sparks to fly into the air.

The Monkey paused for a moment and he said with a twisted grin, although it was only scantly visible beneath his mask. "Paper Monkey and the Daughters of the Demon send their regards."

No sooner did that statement even leave his mouth did Batman grab him around the waist and spear him as hard as they could be. They landed on the tracks and were about ready to continue their struggle but there was the sound of a train.

The Silver Monkey reached into his cloak and blinded Batman temporarily with something and tried to nail him with the sword. The sword connected with the third rail and needless to say, it was a shocking experience for Silver Monkey as he was rattled. He gave a scream of agony as he was electrocuted.

Batman immediately grabbed Silver Monkey and pulled him away but he experienced a shock of his own.

With that shock of his own, that was all that Silver Monkey needed to slip into the distance. Batman slipped himself away with minimal damage.

The train already had gotten away and Silver Monkey disappeared into the night, likely having either caught the train or slipped inside.

There was static on his radio system from the shock but when it came back to life there was a frantic voice that came over it.

"MASTER WAYNE? MASTER WAYNE? MASTER BRUCE? BRUCE!"

"I'm fine Alfred," Batman said stoically as he looked around, although he was sure that his enemy had gotten away, he had to check to see if he had left anything behind.

Although someone told the detective that this was far from the last time that he would be seeing the Silver Monkey.

"Now it makes perfect sense now that you explained it to me," Sapphire said as she looked at the paper that Harry had out in front of her that he was walking through. While the engineering aspect was his forte, he knew a fair amount about the environmental and business aspects.

"Most things are, if you need any other help, just ask me," Harry said and she nodded, as he went to see how Barbara was doing or more importantly what she was doing. The three of them, along with Kara were sitting at the library of the Universe working on some work.

This allowed Kara and Sapphire to get in close and talk about something. Even though Harry could listen in, he chose not to out of respect of their privacy. Plus he figured that they were discussing what would be considered to be girl stuff, so he did not want to pry on that degree.

"So, how are you coming along on that?" Barbara asked as she edged closer to Harry, as the two of them were working on a hacking lesson on his laptop, which was specifically engineered for RAO employees.

It was amusing that Harry had pretty much build this model based on her suggestions.

"You're still not pouting about this, are you?" Harry asked, almost as if he could sense what thoughts were coming out of her mind.

"Well I thought that you were fishing for suggestions for my birthday, that's all," Barbara said as she folded her arms across her chest immediately and Harry reminded her of something.

"I got you a car, didn't I?" Harry asked.

Barbara sighed, undisputable logic like that was really not something that she could argue, especially given that yes Harry did give her a car.

"You're actually doing far better than you've done the first time, with your completely noobish attempt trying to hack," Barbara said and Harry smiled at her.

"Well, I do try."

Barbara just wished that she was doing better on the project that she had given herself. It was the device that Nightwing had dropped and she was trying to still crack it after all of these times. The problem was that she had to break through each individual gateway. She had been able to crack three of the gateways but there being seven in total, there were a few problems with trying to get the rest open.

If she messed up with the next gateway, she had to reset her work from square one, which was a bitch and a half to say the least. She had to get down all seven gateways to access the program and that was a trying and long process.

"So….I think that it might be a good idea," Kara whispered to Sapphire after a few seconds.

'Oh, they're plotting,' Karen thought as she paused. 'If I knew myself and I do, I would be pretty afraid.'

'I don't know what you're implying,' Kara said with a would be innocent smile although there was a certain amount of faux innocence to the look on her face.

'Kara, you really aren't fooling anyone with that act,' Donna thought and Kara just remained cool, casually speaking to Sapphire.

Harry smiled as he thought that he was making some progress. He actually was done with his homework, although he slowly went over it to make sure it was better than perfect. That was the level that he strived for and he could do it without working himself into a psychotic meltdown which was more than he could say about some people who worked themselves hard.

"So what are you doing on Saturday night?"

Harry smiled as Sapphire had asked that question, directly. "Nothing off hand, why?"

"Actually, you're taking me to dinner on Saturday night," Sapphire said and Harry smiled at her.

"Oh is that so?" Harry asked her and she nodded eagerly with a smile on her face.

"Yes, that's so," Sapphire said in a bubbly voice as she stepped over so Harry could see her completely, they were face to face, almost touching and her shirt shifted to show a tiny bit of cleavage. "You can pick me up at seven, you know where my apartment is, right?"

"Yes, I can find it," Harry told her.

"Great, I'll see you then," Sapphire said in a bubbly tone of voice and she made her way off, making sure to sway her ass.

Kara smiled at Harry and Harry turned to her.

"Well you got to admire a girl who takes control of the situation and asserts herself," Kara told Harry and Harry looked at the blonde, half raising the eyebrow.

"I'm sure you do," Harry told her and Kara smiled as she made a few more notes from the book that she had checked out, before she walked over. Her skirt rode up, to give Harry a slight hint of the black thong that she was wearing.

Kara excused herself after she gave Harry a kiss good night which left Barbara sitting there in the library alone with Harry.

When something like that was about to take place, there was impulsive thoughts that came in a person's mind, but Barbara shook off those thoughts as she said to Harry in her calmest, coolest voice. "So I guess you have a date?"

"Looks like it," Harry said to the redhead with a wide smile on her face as he looked at her.

Barbara made a decision; she got some advice from Zatanna due to making the wait for the actual good stuff to happen. Zatanna reminded her that just because she could not have sex, did not mean that she could not do other things and Barbara was going to take that to heart.

Harry could feel Barbara's hand tentatively but at the same time excitedly unzipping his pants. They were all alone in the library and Harry wondered how daring she was going to be.

'Take a deep breath Babs, and relax, this isn't that hard, well he might get hard, but this isn't hard,' she thought.

Barbara Gordon wondered for a brief second if she had bitten off a bit more than she could chew. Never the less, she eyed the prime piece of meat in front of her and she could not help but lick around the inside of her lips, moistening them as she prepared to do what she needed to do.

"Just grab it and start stroking, spit on your hand a little bit if you need to," Harry told her and Barbara nodded, as she gripped the base of Harry's cock.

Her strokes were completely tentative at first and she knew that she was far past the point of backing out now. However, she gained more momentum and dare she say it, more courage with each stroke.

"That's it Barbara, just work….ah just work a steady pace," Harry breathed as her handjob was a bit raw, but the more she gained confidence, the better that it felt for both of them. His hips twitched up as Barbara kept working him over.

Barbara wondered if this little cheat was the best idea, seeing Harry's cock up close had not gotten close to quell any potential fire in her belly regarding wanting him inside her. In fact, it just increased it.

Barbara could feel him twitch in her hand and Harry whispered in her ear. "Go ahead, play with my balls, that's it."

Barbara groped his balls and started to stroke him, and she could tell by the pleasure on his face that something she was doing was working. She kept stroking him up and down, working his cock up and down.

Harry leaned his hips up and Barbara kept stroking him, building him up to a climax. He could see the pleasure in the eyes of the redhead as she stroked him up and down, working him over.

Harry could feel his balls loading up with cum and Barbara kept pumping him up and down, the wide eyed adoration dancing in her eyes, burning in them as she kept up a steady pace, stroking him up an down.

"Oh, about to cum," Harry breathed and Barbara tingled nervously, wondering what this would bring. All she had to do was wait as Harry's balls throbbed and tightened.

She was caught off guard by the immense blast of white hot fluids that blasted into the air. They hit Barbara in the face and coated the underside of the table. The redhead smiled as the fluid dripped off of her cheeks and she licked her face clean. The redhead watched him completely, hungrily as Harry used a charm to scour the fluid off of the table.

The wizard wrapped his arms around her and pulled Barbara into a deep kiss and pushed her back onto the table slightly, to allow him movement. She moaned as Harry's tongue probed the inside of her mouth and the green eyed wizard cupped her ass as she moaned.

Harry worked down her jeans and Barbara stiffened immediately, but Harry kissed her, causing her to relax immediately. The redhead teenager could feel his hands move down to her lower half and her panties were pulled down, exposing her dripping mound.

"So wet, maybe we should take care of that, return the favor," Harry whispered hotly in her ear and Barbara nodded eagerly, biting down on her lip and there was a solitary moan that escaped her mouth.

"YES!" Barbara agreed as his fingers inserted into her and he pumped her delightful young twat, working her over. The redhead bit down on her lip, with fire burning through her eyes as Harry kept working her over.

Harry's fingers probed inside her and the redhead bit down on her lip fiercely to block out the screams. She managed to lean forward and bit down on Harry's shoulder to stifle the screams.

Harry smiled, he explored the inside of her pussy with his fingers and it caused her pleasure. He kept stroking her back and forth, marveling how good she felt around his finger. It was obvious by how wet and hot she was getting that her seventeenth birthday could not come soon enough.

Barbara started to buck her hips up and down. The redhead's mind exploded with pleasure and Harry pulled his fingers out of her briefly and then plunged him back into her.

'Oh, imagine how good his dick would feel in me,' Barbara thought as burning lust flashed through her eyes. Her heart was skipping several beats as Harry kept working into her. His fingers probed her insides and it picked up an amazing pace.

Harry kept pumping his fingers deep into her and she was hoisting her hips up, meeting his probing thrusts. His fingers buried deep into her honey pot and it caused her to bite down on her lips, bucking and moaning as he kept going into her. The redhead was screaming mentally, and she would have screamed verbally.

She kept her mouth on his shoulder, she really lost her mind, as the green eyed wizard continued to work her over.

The orgasm that she had was beyond all words. It was really fucking great, and there was no other way to describe that.

Barbara sunk down forward and Harry pulled her into his arms, kissing her madly as she straddled his lap, her legs wrapped around him as they hotly kissed.

Needless to say Barbara's thirst was not completely quenched but rather it was increased. Her seventeenth birthday could not come soon enough.

Ted Grant was taking out his aggressions on a punching bag, not even backing off from what he was doing. His arm reared back as he smacked into the back, once, twice, and three times, never backing up. It was to the point where he was in the zone.

He could see a figure walking into Grant's over his shoulder. He kept punching on the bag, waiting for the person to walk into the gym completely before acknowledging him. "You know, I'm actually surprised to see you here, thought you forgot where the place was after all your nocturnal activities."

Bruce Wayne stood in the doorway, wearing a suit. He was wearing a suit during a lot of his activities, but today it was a Turtle Neck shirt and a pair of slacks. "I heard about what happened to David Norton…..I'm sorry."

"I know, I got the flowers," Grant grunted in his usual gruff voice. "Kid could have been something but….."

"You're broken up, I can tell," Bruce said to him. "You should head home, get some rest."

"What are you, my mother now, Wayne?" Grant asked as he kept pummeling the bag. "You just brush yourself off and you do it, that's how we did things. We don't bemoan our tragedies, although I'm sure you cope with yours in your own way."

Grant continued to pound on the bag and Bruce stepped forward. He could tell that he was not about to leave straight away. The wizened old man picked up a pair of gloves and looked at them, considering something but he nodded.

"I hope you still know how to use these," Grant said gruffly as he held the gloves out.

"Well, I should hope that your lessons sunk in," Bruce said as the grizzled old man tossed the young playboy billionaire a pair of well-worn gloves. He caught them in his hands and slipped them on without hesitation.

"We'll see, climb into the ring and we'll see," Grant said, as the man known as Wildcat slipped on a pair of well worn gloves.

Both of them stepped into the middle of the ring, facing off at each other, neither of them blinked at each other. They touched gloves and then they got into a sparring session. It was nothing out of the ordinary as both men traded punch for punch, but Grant could tell that there was something about Bruce who was holding back.

He was going to let it slide, but not long. He reared back with fire in his eyes and he smacked Bruce right in the mush, which caused him to take a step back in surprised.

"Knock that shit off and fight me like a man," Grant barked at him and there was another punch to the nose as he nailed Bruce. "Don't hold back, doesn't matter the age, you're get your ass kicked."

Bruce decided to return fire and knock Grant in the mouth a little bit. He smiled as the two of them kept going back and forth against each other, punches being swung back and forth.

Now that Bruce had been called out on the fact that he was holding back, this was beginning to become one for the ages as far as sparring sessions were shown. Both of them went back and forth against each other, going one punch at a time.

When Wildcat thought that Bruce was holding back, he gave him one for it and the punch rocked him back, causing him to stagger.

"Take it like a man, Bruce!" Wildcat yelled as the two of them were winding down to the last few seconds of the sparring session.

Grant was someone who despite doctor's orders, was not going to lie down and let old age take its course. The man had the fire of a younger man although his body did not match it.

"Not slowing down, this old body still has one more fight left in it," Grant said and Bruce backed off, but Grant nearly took his head off. He dodged it. "Don't take your eye off the ball."

"Don't worry, I didn't intend to," Bruce said as he stepped back. "Good time for old time's sake?"

"Yeah, thanks Wayne, and…..just thinking about what happened with the kid," Grant said and there was a second where Bruce Wayne and Ted Grant locked eye to eye with each other. "I've got something to take care of and I'm sure you got obligations of your own as well."

"Yes, I do," Bruce said as he gave his old mentor one last look. "If you need anything, you still got my number….."

"Yeah, I got it written down around here somewhere," Grant commented gruffly as he turned his neck back and watched as Bruce disappeared.

He was standing in the ring, contemplating something. It was one of those things where a man has to do, what a man has to do. He turned his shoulder around and started to climb out of the ring.

The next thing he knew he was at his office. His hand was on the phone, with hesitation but only a brief second. Not even long enough to be worthy mentioning. The number was on his mind first and foremost and he dialed it up.

There was a prompt answer on the other side.

"Yeah, tell Thorne that I'll fight," Grant said without missing a beat. "I'll be there."

'You know that he won't let things lie,' Dinah thought and Harry squeezed her hand in comfort as the two of them watched Grant's on a stakeout. He did seem pretty docile all things considered, but that meant nothing.

Harry watched things intently, there was a hood pulled over his face and he waited for any more information. Dinah was dressed in casual business attire and she was keeping calm, cool, tranquil, not even backing down for a moment as she waited to see what was happening. Inside the car was bags that they could easily grab.

They were now in the warmth of the café as they could see Bruce exit from the gym across the street. There was an obviously assumed thought that he would be joining them.

The café door opened and there was hardly anyone around. Bruce slipped into the shadows, where he was facing them and sat down.

"You can speak freely," Harry said without missing a beat and Bruce spoke freely.

"You both know Norton was murdered, don't you?" Bruce told them.

"Yes," Dinah agreed swiftly. "The bite marks almost indicate a something, if the scans did not come from an animal."

"And it's directed by Thorne, can't prove it off hand, but it's more circumstantial evidence than anything, and I'm guessing that the old man can't let anything go that well," Harry said and Bruce nodded. He winched a little bit, as he favored his shoulder. "Something the matter?"

"Just to let you know that the League of Shadows have returned to Gotham City," Bruce said as he turned his shoulder slightly.

"You mean they're back after Al Ghul was done for," Harry said. "Or is he back?"

"No, I don't think so, there's something else, the League has fractured before, as you well know, and without their leader, they are building different fashions," Bruce said as he continued to try and keep his head up. "I ran into one of their men earlier….calls himself Silver Monkey."

"The name rings a bell," Dinah muttered and Harry nodded, he could have heard it somewhere, or maybe Harrison did, it was hard to tell half of the time.

"Their attacks are focused on Batman," Bruce added immediately and Harry went in.

"After what happened with Al Ghul….."

"Yes, partially, along with a bad parting of the ways, amongst other things," Bruce said. "The League is not someone who is going to take defeat laying down, just figured that you would be able to keep an eye out and….."

"Say no more," Harry said to him immediately. "We'll take care of the Norton case, you figure out what you need to do with the League."

"Yes…although the people who they took out this time, they were part of a child slavery ring, there were three of them, two men and a woman, and I found the woman, and after a search, I found a part of one of the men," Bruce said to him. "Why the League would be targeting them, I don't know."

"They don't seem the type to go noble crusader now," Dinah said but there was some kind of puzzle piece that was missing despite their best attempts to solve it. Until they found the missing thread, it was going around in circles.

Speaking of which, there was something that added to the mystery and there was a limo that pulled out in front of Grant's Gym. A normal person was not going to question that, but Harry, Dinah, and Bruce were far from normal people.

'Now what,' Dinah thought as she watched him and she could see Ted exit the gym. She recognized that look, that was the look of the Wildcat, the Former Heavyweight Champion of the world, a man who was sparring for a fight.

'Looks like we're going to get our answer,' Harry told her as they watched the door of the limo swing open.

He could barely see who was in the limo but he could see enough to be concerned. Grant entered the limo, and he was sitting side by side with one of Thorne's right hand people. He recognized the man; he was with Thorne at the fight the other night.

Bruce watched, he was thinking about the same thing that Harry and Dinah were thinking, business was about to pick up.

'I can't believe it,' Dinah thought and Harry wished he could say that he did not believe it but at the same time he did believe it.

Harry looked out of the window and managed to catch the bumper at range with a tracking spell. If he could track it, he would be able to be in a lot better position. Exactly what Grant intended to do, he did not know.

"I have a lead to follow up, so do what you need to do," Bruce told them and there was a pair of nods.

"We will," Harry said as they made their way to the car. The night had barely begun, and things were going to get even more insane.

Lily Evans Potter was someone who did not care for having her intellectual property that was swiped out from underneath her nose. Especially given the fact that it was that greasy piece of slime who decided to steal her property just like that, with the redhead woman crossing her arms as she stepped forward, making her way to the elevator. She made her way up to the top of the tower, a few minutes going by.

Lily was dressed in style with a tight black t-shirt that went across her chest and rode up as she lifted her arms to showcase her fit and toned midriff. The tight leather pants wrapped around her like a second layer of skin.

'I'm on my way up, hopefully we'll be able to put this matter to bed,' Lily thought and it was going to be Snape's head, although that was about the only thing he had left right about now.

Daphne showed up in front of the elevator with a smile on her face. She wore a nice white corset that enhanced her breasts and a white jacket that added to the allure. She wore a white skirt that flowed freely to show off her legs. The white boots topped off the habit.

"Lily, it's good to see you again," Daphne whispered and she gave Lily a kiss. The blonde was overwhelmed when the taller and older redhead pushed her back against the wall. Shivers tingled down her spine as Lily explored her young fit body. "Harrison and I were just working on something, new spells, it could be useful, for a multitude of purposes."

Harrison smiled as he looked up at the table. He did not even have time to greet his mother as she walked over to him and threw her arms around him, kissing him on the lips. The green eyed wizard returned the kiss and he cupped her ass immediately.

"So what are you working on?" Lily asked as she pulled away and decided to prop herself onto Harry's lap, the best seat in the house as far as she was concerned.

"A binding spell but….I don't know, it looks like it could hold an enemy, but…." Harrison said and Lily looked at the spell, especially the areas where the ropes were concentrated. She enjoyed a good charm when she saw it and this was in fact a good charm.

"Well yes it can hold an enemy, but it had other purposes in mind," Lily said with a smile. "I don't think that whoever created this charm was that naïve when you really think about it."

"I don't know I mean….you know wand wavers tend not to be all that self-aware," Daphne said and Lily conceded that this was true with a nod of her head. Never the less, her green eyes traced over the paper as they looked them over.

"We should be having some guests coming back up any time soon, to collect Snape's old journals," Harrison told her as he stroked his mother's hair immediately.

"Good, wouldn't put it past that bastard to ransack Godric's Hollow either," Lily said acidly. Given that there were people who could come and go from the house at well, who knew how many personal belongings had been stolen.

"Snape didn't get off nearly as bad as he could have, although I'm at a loss to think how his punishment could have gotten a lot worse," Daphne said as she jotted down some notes from the book.

"Give me time," Lily replied savagely and all bond mates could agree, being on Lily's bad side was a bad place to be.

As if on cue, the two Black daughters made their way into the Penthouse, carrying boxes of Snape's belongings from Hogwarts. Lucretia stepped forward, wearing a white shirt that strained around with her bust and a black skirt along with knee high boots, whilst Vega wore a black shirt along with a flowing black skirt.

"There, we managed to get everything through Snape's quarters at Hogwarts, it was like it was before he left," Vega said breathlessly as they were careful not to damage anything. They scanned them for any hexes, knowing that Snape might be spiteful enough but they did not pick up anything.

'Strange, I thought that the DMLE would have picked anything that Snape would have had left on the back end,' Harrison thought and it was Amelia who jumped in.

'We would have, had Dumbledore not intervened, and sealed down Snape's office to preserve his dignity,' Amelia said.

'What dignity?' Bellatrix asked, she wrinkled her nose at the thought of Snape deserving any dignity and respect.

'This happened when Harry was consoling Rose after her ordeal, but Dumbledore took us both aside, saying that this was all a big misunderstanding, and Severus Snape was just a beautiful man who….well I don't think that any of you need a look into the psyche of Albus Dumbledore,' Andromeda thought to them.

'Psyche, more like psychosis,' Astoria thought and she thought that she was completely and utterly nuts but that took the cake.

'Yes, we spent about an hour going back and forth with Dumbledore, although I finally put my foot down,' Amelia thought as she sighed immediately. 'He sealed the room, but he could not overturn the charges against Snape. Therefore he was a fugitive against the law and the rest you all know."

'I'm sorry for the record that you were all put through that on my account,' Rose thought.

'Don't be, it was nothing more than a memory, as Andromeda and I went to the Hog's Head afterwards to take care of business,' Amelia thought and she did not drink too much but when she did, it was rather worth it.

'Reason why we didn't bring it up is because we wanted to forget the whole bloody thing,' Andromeda thought and that was understandable.

"And Minerva decided to break the enchantments around it when she became Headmistress, pack things up and put them into storage," Vega explained as she picked up. "So….there it is, does any of those things look familiar to you?"

"Yes, very much," Lily said after flipping through the books and she leaned forward. "So Harry, do you think that these girls deserve a reward?"

Harrison smiled in agreement and he flicked his hand. The ropes wrapped around Vega, who squealed in a mixture of surprise and delight as she was tied up. However, her clothes were shredded off, leaving her standing there in all of her glory.

The same thing was done to Lucretia, as her bare body was exposed. The blonde felt a rush of air and Lily smiled, that was an interesting effect if there ever was one.

Harrison prepared to reward both females who had looks of adoration in their eyes.

Harrison smiled as he gave Vega a deep and simmering kiss, as he grabbed her breasts, cupping them in his hands. The Black Daughter melted in his embrace and the embrace of the ropes which tightened around her in the most erotic way imaginable and caused fire to burn through her body, pure sexual enjoyment.

Not wanting Lucretia to be left out, Harrison switched over to her, running his hands down her sexy body and kissed her. He reached one of his hands forward and then stuck his fingers down Vega's snatch.

Lucretia watched eagerly as her cousin was fingered by Harrison as he used his tongue to clean out her tonsils. She felt the pleasure burst through her body all the way through. He kept working her over and then switched, doing so to Vega with the kissing and he fingered Lucretia into a stupor of pleasure.

After the pleasure burned through her loins, Lucretia could feel his cock brush against the edge of her entrance.

"Ready," Harrison whispered and she nodded.

"Take me," Lucretia whispered as he ran his cock against her entrance, to give her just a little tease. He steadied her against the wall and plunged into her.

Lucretia could feel him slide into her inch by inch. Her mind was being brought to the peak of pleasure as his tool stretched out her insides. She clenched him hard with her master working his way into her as deeply as he could manage. Her soft walls tightened around him slightly.

Vega in the meantime had her pussy cupped and Harrison massaged it.

Lily breathed in hotly as she straddled Daphne. The blonde could feel spikes of pleasure go through her, as Lily did a charm that made their panties vanish. Their hot pussies rubbed together, with Daphne throwing her head back with a passionate moan as Lily was getting her warmed up for some actions later on.

Lucretia came hard onto Harry's cock and the he slid out of her.

"Please!" Vega squealed as Harrison's thick tool was at the edge of her moist hot mound, about ready to be inserted into her. She lifted her hips up, she could feel the pleasure and she wanted him inside her.

Harrison plunged his way into Vega's moist womanhood, grabbing her around the hips and Lucretia was whining, being left hanging as Harrison worked into her cousin over and over again.

Lily guided Lucretia over towards a table which had been concerted into a bed.

"Daphne," Lily whispered and Daphne smiled as she climbed onto Lucretia's face and put her pussy over the older girl's mouth.

Daphne felt the pleasure as the Black daughter licked and slurped, sucking the juices out of her. She was drinking it up like she was a starving woman and she watched Lily's skilled fingers work over Lucretia before she dropped down.

"Damn," Vega moaned as she would have wrapped her arms around Harrison's neck had they not been tied behind her back. She settled for getting buggered silly against the wall, his cock passing between her legs and thighs over and over again, spiking her passions to an entirely new level.

"Hang in there with me," Harrison whispered as he grabbed her around the hips and sawed into her. Vega mewled in pleasure as he hammered her tight cunt and kept going into her. He buried all twelve inches into her and pulled out, as she nearly passed out against the wall. However the ropes held her up into place.

Harrison scooped up Vega in his arms and then carried her across the room. He was almost there and he threw her down.

With a wide grin on his face, he split into two.

"Mum, Daphne, I think that we're not done thanking them," Harrison whispered and both girls were set up immediately.

Daphne smiled as she kept on Lucretia's face and Lily decided to move her position where she draped her thighs over Vega's. Vega's tongue attacked Lily's pussy and managed to bury it so deep into her that she felt it was on fire.

"Such a good girl!" Lily moaned as she rubbed her pussy against Vega's face and then there was a second where she lost it.

Lucretia could feel the all too familiar and welcome sensation of Harry ramming his tool into her sopping wet pussy. The green eyed wizard plunged down into her, stretching out her walls. She tightened around him as he hung onto her hips, pumping up and down into her.

Daphne could feel Lucretia moan into her pussy and she saw stars with the orgasm that blew through her mind. She nearly forced herself up as the talented tongue of the older female slurped the tender nectar.

She turned her head and Lily gave her a sensual kiss, capturing her mouth immediately.

"Damn, that's so fucking hot," Harrison grunted, referring to both Vega's sweet pussy and also the action between his mother and one of his primary wives.

It was so true, Vega's cunt clamped him like a velvety vice and he hung onto her hips, sawing into her tender young pussy from up above. She whined in pleasure as Harry kept going deep into her. His balls slapped against her thighs with explosive fury.

The woman caused moans to explode through her body and her tongue buried into Lily's pussy.

"Oh such a good fucking mouth," Lily whined at the top of her lungs as she tried to rub her heated mound onto Vega's mouth and she kept things up, working her over. Her tongue probed so deep into her pussy that she was about to lose it.

Lucretia panted as she was driven to orgasms that she was sure was about ready to come undone. The thick spear worked deep into her with Harrison plowing into her. Her pussy gushed juices immediately with the green eyed wizard went into her, and he held onto her hips, sawing into her juicy cunt. She clenched him as he speared into her.

'Oh cum for me, I need it,' Lucretia thought as she whimpered in absolute pleasure. Her mind was this close to exploding with the orgasmic pleasure that came along with what was happening to her.

The wizard's balls tightened and he held onto her hips, about ready to pump into her. The blonde's walls closed around him as he speared into her. She whimpered as she lifted her hips up and Harry kept going into her.

Both Black Daughters were filled with an explosive dose of cum and Harrison slowly pulled out of both of them. Cum flooded from their pussies and there were dazed looks in their eyes.

"Come on," Lily whispered as Daphne made her way in front of Lucretia, as did Lily. Now that their pussies were tended to, their spread the thighs of both of the Black Daughters that were in front of them.

Daphne kneeled down between Lucretia's legs and she inhaled the scent of her delicious pussy. The woman was up against her mound and about ready to go beneath her.

The blonde's snatch was being eaten out by the younger blonde and she looked up to see Harrison's massive tool rub up and down her hot snatch. He was inches away from entering her and Daphne hitched in a breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Lily was doing the same thing to Vega, with Vega's arms still being tied and the ropes hugging her nipples tightly. With great suction, Lily brought more of the juices out of Vega's pussy.

Harrison plunged into his mother's dripping hot cunt from behind, holding onto her waist. He could feel how sweet she was as she lovingly enveloped his cock with her tight and warm center.

Lily was in heaven, no she was better than in heaven as this monster of a cock plunged throughout her body. She was being stretched out and her tightness continued to hug Harrison snugly as he worked into her.

Daphne felt more of the same, her mind was burning with desire and she kept indulging herself in the sweet tender pussy beneath her. She kept licking what was beneath her, knowing that it was the best thing in the world. She could taste Harrison's seed along with Lucretia's and it was the best taste in the world.

Harrison held onto Daphne's sweet ass and then cupped her breasts, which caused her center to clench him tightly. He worked her over, pushing his rod nearly all the way out of her. Then he plunged deep into her slow and fast immediately. Her walls wrapped around his cock and she lost it as he was fully sheathed inside her hot molten center.

He never once stalled what he was doing, in fact he sped up and continued to work her over, pulling nearly out of her and plunging back into her as her tightness expanded against his thick pole as he kept working her over. Her mind was nearly about to explode from the pleasure.

'Oh cum in me,' Lily managed as she tightened around him and Harrison could feel his balls tighten up as he was about ready to bury himself balls deep into his mother as he kept plunging into her.

He held onto her breasts and both versions of Har-Zod came, as they injected Lily and Daphne with his cum. Both girls came as well as their minds exploded with deep rooted pleasure and finally Lucretia and Vega passed out as well.

The orgy was not done but merely it was just a temporary rest stop.

Getting into the Fight Club was perhaps one of the easiest things in the world. In fact, there was really no need to sneak inside where there was an area where they could get inside as easily as "one, two, three." Harry and Dinah crept in the shadows immediately. It was a four story building, about half of it was a casino and the other half was the Fight Club.

The cage was down at the first floor and the two of them made their way down a set of steps. Harry ensured that he was disguised. His hair was blonde, which did not suit him at all quite frankly but that was the idea. The hair spiked upwards and his eyes were completely blue, another thing that he did not suit him. The suit was a bit uglier than he would wore, it was a dull grey, with a red tie. The last person most people would expect was Harry Potter when they had looked at this man. He topped it off with a pair of tinted glasses, and he carried a briefcase. He looked like a shady and fairly slimy businessman.

Dinah walked around him, her normal blonde hair was covered with a dark wig and she was wearing a pair of sunglasses to hide her eyes. The little black dress was something that was getting her a fair share of stares but she also made sure that the stun gun she had was completely visible and ready go to. She wore a pair of black stockings and she wore thigh high boots that showed everything.

'So, I wonder when the fight's starting,' Harry thought.

'Wildcat would be a main event attraction, if he's coming out,' Dinah thought as she folded her arms underneath her chest and shifted herself.

In the center ring, the Walrus battled the Rhino, as in a thug named Charles Daley, who was one of the toughs in Gotham City. He was about as dumb as a sack of rocks but nothing could be denied about his toughness. He was going back and forth against the Walrus as Harry looked around.

Some of the slimiest people in Gotham City were standing there and Harry watched them, there were a few gangsters. Much to his surprise, Sionis was not there, but he did recognize Mario Falcone keeping on an eye on the spectacle.

The Walrus slugged away on Rhino but Harry kept his eye only half on the cage as he looked around. He could see Selina there, talking with Mario Falcone, although it seemed to be nothing serious, the two of them were hanging out.

The other Falcone was missing but there were a couple of members of Maroni's gang who were huddled in conversation. Zucco was not present, as he had been at the legit fight the other night and Sionis was not there, although Harry saw a few enforcers linked into them.

He kept moving around and seeing his surroundings as Dinah looked at some of the mobsters.

'Patrick Sullivan, small time mobster, my father mentioned him one time, he has a bit of a drinking problem as you can see,' Dinah thought and Harry could see him putting them away, looking a bit tipsy and he was about ready to fall over onto his date, who looked rather paid for and well worn in.

'Yes just a bit,' Harry thought as he could see a sleazy man who was looking at Selina.

'Not surprised, that's Gentlemen Jim Jansen, he runs the prostitution racket here and…..I'd call him a low class pimp but that would be an insult to low class pimps everywhere,' Dinah thought as the battle in the ring was winding down. The Gentleman had a group of sleazy looking girls who looked to be the types that you would not want to meet in a dark alley or anywhere at all. 'And Edward and Jefferson Skeevers, hustling….scum that grows on scum that grows on scum.'

Meanwhile in the ring, the fight ended with Rhino going down in a heap and Walrus stood over him, pulling him up. In the top box, Cobblepot sat with Tracey, along with Thorne and Roulette. The box was obscured from public view and he slid into the shadows a little bit on his own.

"Pay up Thorne, you know the deal," Cobblepot said in his boisterous voice. "That's what good breeding will get you and he overcame half of the bad breeding he got as well, so that's even better."

Thorne handled Cobblepot his winnings, he had made out like a bandit, particularly because Rhino was one of the favorites in the fight club and also someone who had never tasted defeat. Well up until now because he was counting stars.

Roulette stood up on her feet and made her way out to address the crowd, looking at them immediately.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the main event of the evening, and in this bout, it will be an old favorite," Roulette said as she looked at the crowd with a smile on her face. "Coming down to the ring, coming out of retirement to prove that he still has it, in this corner, he is Ted "The Wildcat" Grant, and his opponent is Ben Turner. You have one final opportunity to place all of your bets, but remember, the winner of this fight will square off against the champion tomorrow evening."

Harry and Dinah kept their eyes forward, and things began to tense up as Wildcat entered the cage, against Ben Turner. Turner was in fact that good, he had shown that in the fight the other night. It was plainly obvious that he allowed Norton to get as far as he did to give the illusion that it was not going to be a drubbing.

Turner was sticking and moving immediately, showing how agile he was and there was abilities that came with youth. He had the style that dazzled everyone around him.

Grant stood there and he caught Turner with a huge punch that rocked him off balance. A couple of body shots and his attacks were meant for power. It was something that backed Turner off, despite being the much younger man, he was not quite adept of limited movement.

Dinah watched as her mentor was in the zone and Harry put his hand on hers as she watched. The blonde could feel time really stand still as she watched the back and forth battle, with Wildcat trying to back his adversary off but he came back at him.

He did have a fair bit of stamina and Turner, used to short and explosive fights, was not able to stand up for that much longer. The Wildcat plowed him down after a close battle.

"And the winner of this match, Wildcat!"

Ted Grant took a second to look around, the fight went on for quite some time but he had felt younger than he did in years.

'Oh shit, he's got the bug,' Dinah thought with a groan.

'It's hard to walk away, from the roar of the crowd, isn't it?' Zatanna asked.

'Yes, it's like a mania with some fighters,' Karen chimed in, and it looked like Ted Grant had got it.

'I better see if he gets home alright, talk to you later,' Dinah thought to Harry as the two of them shared a kiss and went their separate ways.

Harry stopped as spotted a curious sight. It was Vicki Vale who was slinking around in the shadows, obviously she was up to something, which meant that someone else was up to something, as they would not have been speaking her unless a news story was in the making.

Of course, she joined a scuzzy guy and they were moving off in the direction of the cars but there was someone who was tailing her.

Harry figured he better keep an eye on her, just in case. Best case scenario, he was being paranoid and he could be safe. Worst case scenario, well he was pretty sure that one of her recent stories might have pissed someone off something fierce.

"Roulette, it's been a great night," Thorne said with a leering grin as he looked at Roulette who had her back turned him, barely acknowledging the fact that he was there. She was busy counting the profits in the club tonight.

"Yes, a great night," Roulette said, only half paying attention to Thorne. That was the way that she liked him the best when she had an excuse to barely acknowledge his existence.

"Why don't we go out and celebrate, the two of us, I'm sure that we can make this arrangement worthwile," Thorne said as he looked at her. "And after all of what you've been through, I think you deserve a night where you don't have to think about any of your problems. A night on the town….."

"I have more important things to take care of than being your arm candy, Rupert," Roulette said and Thorne had an ugly scowl on his face. Immediately, he grabbed her around the wrist and Roulette, having it with his attitude as of late, managed to knock him to the ground with one swift action.

Rupert Thorne flew down to the ground with a thud and she stood at his face, with her stiletto a few inches away from going into his face. He was almost against the wall and pressed hard. The woman's boot was this close to cutting in his throat.

"Let's make one thing perfectly clear, we're in this as a business partnership, and if things start getting personal, then things get ugly, so I'd suggest that you back off and remember that someone like you is a dime a dozen in this city," Roulette said and Thorne looked up at her with a grumbling tone.

"You're making a mistake…."

"I've made my response to your advances extremely clear, you have to be a completely dumbass not to be able to read between the lines," she told him harshly as she looked him right in the eye. "Remember, Thorne, there are bigger monsters than you in this city, and they will chew you up and spit you out."

Roulette got up to her feet and allowed Thorne to leave or just sit in the ground, she honestly did not give a fuck. She made her way up a set of stairs towards an office.

"That fool, he thinks that he can get under my skin, and in my panties, well it wasn't like he would have lasted all that long to begin with, likely would have dropped dead of a heart attack before I even finished," Roulette said as she made her way to the office and saw Shiva there, although she was on a roll. "That son of a bitch thinks that because he gave me minimal support…he's going to dictate how I do things. No, he might be able to buy off the SWAT and put them under his thumb and he might be able to impress women with the size of his desk but he doesn't amuse me at all. And don't even get be started on Cobblepot, fucker can't even get it up if he was thrown into an entire room full of naked models having an orgy."

Shiva inclined her head and there was a shadow of an amused smirk but she got down to business. "I spotted Black Canary and Nightwing at the Club this evening."

"I didn't recognize them, I was too preoccupied with Thorne being an asshole and Cobblepot being worse to take too much notice," Roulette said and Shiva nodded.

"They were incognito but one could tell from their body movements it was them," Shiva said to her.

"So how should we proceed tomorrow night?" Roulette asked.

"Stick to the plan, along as Grant enters the cage with Jones, things will reach their logical conclusion."

'Joe Hopkins,' Karen told Harry after he had given her the information and she ran a search on him. 'Apparently, he's a former undercover cop, but he got caught selling the drugs that he was supposed to be getting off of the street. He's fallen on some hard times, but he sells information to whoever the highest bidder is, whether it be the cops or the mob. It's a wonder that he hasn't got his head blown off in revenge by someone.'

'Lovely,' Harry said as he was perched high above Gotham City, watching to see what Vicki and this man would talk about.

Hopkins received a huge wad of bills and he took it, and he looked at Vicki with a leering expression that would cause most women to scream for the nearest alleyway. That being said, she did not back down. "What do you need to know, sweetheart?"

"Tell me what you know about Arnold Flass," Vicki replied calmly.

"Well word is on the street that he tried to get in Jim Gordon's face, but the fucker got his ass kicked, serves the scumbag right if you ask me," Hopkins said as he chewed on the tobacco that was in his mouth and nastily spit his chaw on the sidewalk.

"Oh what happened there exactly?" Vicki asked, curiously.

"Gordon's getting a bit too popular for his own good and that makes people very nervous when a straight arrow like him is moving up in the world, he might be O'Hara's successor when he retires in a couple of years, and that would shake up the force, so Loeb decided to give Jimbo a fair warning to play ball," Hopkins said as he continued to chew. "Guy's not the sharpest tool in the shed, so I guess you can imagine that dumb fuck bit off more than he can chew."

Hopkins looked at her for a second and Vicki pressed on. "What about Harvey Bullock?"

"Bullock's an interesting case, he's corrupt sure, but he doesn't mess with civilians, because he has standards, all he does is spy on others for the Commish and report back in them, blackmail material and all that," Hopkins said.

"Oh and could you elaborate a bit further?" Vicki asked.

"Oh he sabotages evidence sometimes, makes it disappear," Hopkins said and he looked at Vicki with a half knowing smile on his face. "Someone had to do the dirty deed in making the evidence disappear and let Sionis and Falcone walk free. From what I can tell that is an airtight case, especially with what Dent found out."

"What about Branden, Howard Branden?" Vicki asked, pressing on and Hopkins looked like he had paled.

"Not saying anything about him, toots," Hopkins whispered as he looked around nervously and Vicki handed him a wad of cash. He seemed hesitant to say anything but he took the money. He also expected to drop dead where he stood the moment he took the moment. "Works for Loeb, but he runs the SWAT like they're mercenaries. You got the scratch, well the men are yours."

Hopkins voice dropped to a very scratchy whisper, almost inaudible but Vicki could pick up what he said next.

"Branden took a hit after being suspended, and then that guy put in in the hospital. The SWAT went down with him and…..well Branden's out for that ninja guy and Gordon, who got him in trouble, and anyone else who tries to uncover what he's doing. And he'll be out for you too if you're not too careful, I'd stick out of it, if I were you, sweetheart, just keep your nose out of it. Leave him alone and forgot you ever heard of Howard Branden."

Hopkins knew for a fact that he was going to sleep with one eye open.

Harry watched and saw the goons moving around. Quickly, before the other two even noticed they were closing in, Harry jumped down in a flash to take them out.

Hopkins could hear nothing which in this city was worse than hearing something. Silence was always what happened before gunshots. "I….I don't like this, I don't want to deal with this anymore."

Hopkins ran off into the night, to whatever hole he crawled back out from underneath.

Vicki could sense that something was off and she stuck her head into the alleyway off to the side and she saw about seven or eight bodies knocked unconscious. Somehow, she did not hear what had happened behind her which was completely surprising.

She could see a fallen wallet on the ground. She picked it up and opened it. Vicki's mouth hung open in shock and there was a SWAT identification card in it. She suspected that if she poked around, she would discover the same thing on the other goons.

There was no question about it; it was time for her to go.