Chapter 07: The Calm

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The Guild of Gamers: The Supervillain

Chapter 07: The Calm

Emily Piggot

"I take it you already have an idea as to what I called this meeting about?" Emily asked bluntly, watching Assault practically vibrate in happiness in his seat as she looked around the room at the gathered heroes.

"The first fatality of the war between Midas and the Merchants, I assume?" Armsmaster said equally bluntly.

"Correct, the Grapist, now identified as Minoru Mineta, was beaten and executed by Midas himself last night, killed by a gunshot to the back of the head." Emily explained, watching the rest of the room's reactions.

Armsmaster frowned slightly, Battery's expression and body language remained completely cold, Assault practically vibrated in joy, Miss Militia remained professional, except for the slightest hint of a smile that crossed her lips, and then there was Dauntless who just looked confused.

Triumph and Velocity were on patrol, watching the borders between PRT and ABB/Empire territory.

"So, are we going after him?" Dauntless asked, making Assault turn to him.

"You mean to give him a medal? To offer him a job?" Assault asked, making Dauntless turn to him.

"I mean to deal with the villain who is blatantly breaking the unwritten rules." Dauntless countered, making Assault scowl. "Look, I know you're happy about this after what happened to-" he started, pausing as he glanced towards Battery hesitantly.

"To me." Battery deadpanned, her tone icy cold. "After what Grapist did to me."

"I- sorry, but that doesn't change the fact that we have a villain who is willing to kill with no hesitation. The fact that two drug labs were burned down at the same time means this is premeditated." Dauntless explained

"You all know the only reason I've been kept away from patrols near Merchant territory is because you know I'd have killed him myself if I had the chance." Assault said bluntly, no remorse in his tone. "Grapist was a fucking abomination, and I'll buy Midas a beer if I get the chance."

"In this case, Midas is likely going to walk away from a multiple homicide smelling of roses." Emily said, butting in and making them turn to her. "Midas has been as talkative as ever, and he both admitted to being the one to shoot Grapist and explained his reasoning on PHO. Apparently his plan was to grab Grapist and hold him prisoner until after the war with the Merchants, before simply turning him over to us, but after tracking him down he discovered the little bastard had captured a new female hero, named Weaver, and had already unmasked her. Deciding to protect her identity, he chose to execute both Grapist and the Merchants that were with him." Emily said, scowling slightly.

"So he's claiming that he was upholding the Unwritten Rules, not breaking them." Miss Militia said, making her nod. "If he's telling the truth, nobody would blame him for killing Grapist. The fact that he did it to protect a new hero would only make him look even better."

"An unverified cape account named Weaver supported his story, apparently she didn't want him to suffer for protecting her identity, and we have the testimony of two girls who had been saved during a gang rape by a horde of bugs, afterwards a masked figure calling herself Weaver approached and tried to reassure them they were safe, before she was attacked by Grapist." Emily continued. "Miss Militia, I want you to track down Weaver, assuming she doesn't hang up her mask after last night, get her version of the story and try and bring her in. From the description the girls gave she is probably around the age of the Wards." Emily ordered, making her favourite hero nod (not that she'd admit to liking any of them).

"Do we know if she was… how bad her time with Grapist was?" Miss Militia asked, making her shake her head.

"Midas claims she was stripped of her mask and part of her costume but he arrived before Grapist could do anything, and Weaver only posted a single message before her account went silent. That said, Grapist apparently had his trousers down when Brandish arrived so unless someone pulled them down afterwards..." Emily trailed off, making Miss Militia nod.

"He could be lying to protect her reputation. No heroine wants their first known act to consist of being sexually assaulted." Miss Militia agreed.

"Approach with the idea that he's telling the truth, but keep in mind that she may have been raped." Emily ordered.

"If you find her and she needs someone to talk to, give her my number." Battery offered. "It might help to have someone to talk to who has gone through something similar." she continued.

"Will do, any ideas where I should start looking?" Miss Militia asked.

"None, her only confirmed sighting was in the Docks but it wouldn't be surprising if she avoids them from now on. Do your usual patrols, but I want everyone to watch out for any sign of her." Emily said calmly.

"Could be worth checking out the PHO account, it's very newly made. I think she made a new account just to defend Midas." Assault said, his phone in his hand.

"So, next question… how did Brandish manage to find the body? She's been out one day in the last two weeks, yesterday she went out twice and both times she found either a Cape or a Capes corpse." Dauntless asked.

"She claims to have made a deal with an Independent Heroic Thinker, despite the issues precogs have had lately." Emily said, frowning to herself.

The one working precog in America and New Wave got them first?

"I actually discussed this with Dragon after Brandish's report." Armsmaster said, cutting in. "Something is interfering with Thinkers, true, but Thinkers whose powers work on a smaller scale aren't having issues at all, so while precogs are having issues due to the fact that any precognition would try to predict the blank spot, if this new Thinker works by modelling a single person or area, they wouldn't be affected. Dragon had a few more theories on why some Thinkers wouldn't be affected but that is the main one." Armsmaster said, a slight amount of passion in his voice.

Ahh yes, the almost universal failure of precogs. She was almost enjoying watching those smug capes suffer as their vaunted power utterly failed.

If it didn't also mean the PRT Thinktank was spewing garbage lately, she'd actually be enjoying it.

"I doubt we'll be able to track down a precog who doesn't want to be found, but if any of you meet him or are contacted by him, I expect you to do your best to bring him in." Emily ordered. "For now, get out there and make sure the ABB and the Empire don't burn the city to the ground."

God she hated this city.

Skidmark -

He built a fucking empire, out of junkies, whores and hobos.

He turned the bottom of the barrel scum into a gang that could stand against the likes of the ABB and the Empire, that the PRT were too afraid to come and challenge.

And it took a fucking week for some shiny cunt to ruin it all.

His men only cared about four things, money, drugs, women and feeling powerful.

This wasn't like the Empire where a bunch of deluded skinhead wankstains would throw their lives away for some 'greater good', and he wasn't like Lung who could keep his men in line through fear and overwhelming power.

His men followed him because he could give them those four things that they craved, and Midas had ruined that.

His money was gone, stolen by that fucking rabbit slut for her new owner, and the men he had guarding it had blabbed so the rest of the gang knew he couldn't pay them unless he got his money back. It's not like he had a bank account, he didn't trust that numbers man fucker.

Midas had burned down two of his drug labs, he still had four but he knew that Squealer had squealed like the stuck fucking pig she was, probably told Midas where to find his money as well.

He couldn't relocate his other labs, not with Midas lurking in the wings and his fucking Tinker missing and her cars falling apart. His boys weren't the smartest, hell most of them probably didn't have driving licenses and without Squealer around to repair her shit they were breaking fast.

When he got her back she was being chained up in the garage, under constant watch by a dozen of his toughest men. The bitch would learn why she should have stuck to just squealing in bed instead of squealing his secrets.

Without Squealer, he couldn't transport his goods either, so while he could keep dealing at street level, he couldn't get most of his goods out of the city and to his contacts, plus his dealers kept getting jumped and beaten half to death.

So he had drugs to supply to his men, but he just couldn't sell them to make more money.

Women he could still provide, even if the Merchants' favourite set of holes was probably riding on Midas's shiny golden cock, he just had his men break into a few homes and grab some replacements, he made sure to keep track of where the hot bitches lived in case they needed more whores anyway, having a dozen fresh girls in the hideout kept his men happy and occupied.

But feeling powerful?

Mush was in prison, Trainwreck just got grabbed by that Brandish whore, Grapist…

Grapist was fucking dead, the little shit might have been annoying but he was useful and now he was gone, after Midas put a fucking bullet through his skull.

Dozens of his men were fucking cripples, their legs and arms broken so badly they'd probably never walk again, and the rest were too afraid to leave the hideout with those jumpsuit wearing cunts prowling the streets.

These were their streets, and they were too afraid to walk them.

The sober part of him found it ironic, they'd spent so many years making the streets unsafe for everyone else and now they were too afraid to walk them.

The drunk part of him was too fucking furious to give a flying fuck about irony.

He wasn't a dumbass, Midas wouldn't be so open about where he was hiding if he didn't want them to attack him, but he was out of options.

If he kept being defensive, he'd lose the gang before Midas even bothered to attack them, and even if attacking that run-down warehouse was probably a fucking suicide mission…

Well, as long as there were junkies he could replace his men, and there would always be junkies.

Tonight, he was taking fucking everyone he could get his hands on, grabbing the tinkertech weapons that he had hidden away for a rainy day, and sending his men into that death trap like the lemmings they were.

He'd drug them all up to the gills if he had to, make them too high to notice the danger.

As long as he could kill Midas and grab Squealer back, he could recover from this.

"Skids, the men are getting ready, but… you sure about this?" Whirlygig asked as she entered his room, making him scoff.

"Course I fucking ain't, but that fancy fucker ain't left me much choice has he?" Skidmark scoffed back, making her pause. "Don't you worry your pretty little ass, you're the last cape I've got that can fight for shit, I ain't risking you."

"Got it, Boss… you got a plan then?" Whirly asked, making him scoff.

"Yeah I got a fucking plan, you don't need to know it." Skidmark replied, grabbing his bottle before he groaned and threw it aside.

He couldn't be drunk or high when the time came, it fucking sucked but he'd have to go in clean.

"I'll go make sure everyone is ready, caught a few fuckers trying to ditch before the attack. Had them strung up like you said." Whirly said as she turned, making him stand up and walk towards her before she could leave. "Something up, Boss?"

"Yeah, my cock. I can't get pissed, I can't get high, but I can at least get my dick wet, cape pussy is the best and Squealer ain't here." Skidmark said as she paused, a flicker of anger crossing her face as he pulled her towards him.

Bending her over his desk, he yanked her baggy jeans and thong down as he undid his belt, immediately lining himself up and slamming home, letting out a groan.

He needed Squealer back, her ass was the best in the gang, but Whirly had a nice thicc black ass and it was a good enough replacement for now.

Midas was gonna regret ever fucking with what was his.

Jin -

With the guard research complete, I unlocked a new room type as well, the Gym.

Because combat minions are easy to please apparently, and when they aren't on assignment they are here, pumping iron and eating protein bars from the vending machine that unlocked with the Gym.

Vending machines actually produce a small amount of income based on how many minions you have, it's not much but I'll take it.

Some people might think that all my financial problems were solved the moment I got the power to turn anything to gold, but those people don't understand basic economics.

If I just sold mountains of gold, I'd quickly ruin the gold market and make it worthless, which would defeat the point of having it in the first place.

I've already bought some cheap iron ingots and turned them to gold, but most of it will just sit in my vault waiting for a rainy day. I've had a minion sell a couple at a pawn shop, outside Brockton of course, because if gold bars start showing up after a cape named after a king who turned things to gold appeared…

Well, I can't expect the heroes to be that incompetent.

For now it's a decent source of income, and a good nest egg. Plus… having a pile of gold bars in my lair does feel pretty good.

I have a few on a shelf in my office, I like how shiny they are.

"Err, boss… you sure about this?" one of my guards asks, looking at the other four I chose in confusion. "Gotta say, I don't get it."

"Quite sure, and you don't need to. Leave the thinking to me, now let's begin." I say, standing in the middle of the boxing ring, letting them beat each other up is a good way to keep my combat minions entertained.

Undoing my jacket buttons, I toss it over to Jaina and start unbuttoning my shirt, standing in the middle of the ring in just my trousers as the five guards look at each other in confusion before one of them shrugs and charges me, swinging his baton at my exposed side.

As the sound of metal striking metal rings through the room, he stares at my now golden skin in shock and confusion as he pulls his baton back.

I felt that, barely. It wasn't painful, but I definitely felt the impact.

It takes about half a second for my skin to turn to gold, and I can decide where the transformation starts. In this case the skin around my left side changes first and it takes around two more seconds for it to spread to the rest of my torso, within five seconds I'm entirely gold.

I can control it, if I want to turn a specific part of my body to gold and leave the rest as simple flesh, I can do so, but in this case I simply allow the complete transformation to take place, reaching up and prodding my hair in amusement.

Hair isn't supposed to be that solid, but I can move it ever so slightly. Which makes sense, since I can still move and blink.

"Now then, I want you five to do your best to take me down." I order, my voice gaining a strange reverb to it as the watching minions whisper, Jaina and Rabbit staring at me in shock.

It makes sense, they thought I was just a Thinker after all.

"Err… got it boss." One of them says, rushing forwards and bringing his baton down on my head, watching as it bounces off my shining head with no apparent effect.

The others join in quickly, intelligently surrounding me and attempting to overwhelm me as they all beat on my still form.

I can be moved, that's an important thing to note. Their attacks aren't painful, they are barely even noticeable, but I can feel myself being knocked back ever so slightly with each hit.

If I was fighting someone with superhuman strength, they could probably just throw me around with relative ease.

"Interesting, prepare yourselves." I say calmly, reaching out and grabbing one of the batons as it swings for my face, stopping it in place as the minions eyes widen in panic, moments before my golden fist collided with his face sending him flying back.

...I'm researching the basic medbay, so they'll be fine.

"Oh fuck." One of the mutters as I turn to him, a backhand catching him in the jaw.

"How the fuck do you fight a statue?" Another asks.

"By hitting it harder!" a particularly optimistic guard shouts as he charges, smashing his baton into the back of my head. "...or not?" he adds a moment later as I turn to him.

I'm stronger like this, and my hits hurt a lot more but I'm slower as well. I know my body, I boxed long enough to have an idea of how fast I can punch and my current punches feel sluggish in comparison.

"Hmm, that will do for now. You may leave the ring." I say, watching him sigh in relief as he realises he's not about to get a beating. "Rabbit, you're up." I add, watching her perk up as her long white ears twitch as she moves forwards, jumping up onto the ring ropes before she bounces off them, doing a front flip over me and landing with a flourish.

"Aww~ if you wanted some physical one on one time, you should have just asked." White Rabbit teases as she bounces on the spot, grinning happily.

My minions are pretty happy as well, watching her sexy little ass bounce in that tiny pink thong. They can look all they want, it's touching that I'd have a problem with.

"You know me, I can't keep my hands off you." I retort easily, throwing out a couple of experimental jabs.

"Just this once, I think it's gonna be best if you do… I just have enhanced speed, agility and stamina you know? I take damage the same as any other girl." Rabbit replies as she bounces on the spot, still grinning wildly.

"Then don't get hit. Now, try to take me down." I order, the words barely leaving my mouth as she immediately charges at me.

Swinging at her, she easily ducks under my right hook and responds with a swift jab to my head, backing away and shaking her hand in exaggerated pain.

"Well, this is going to be interesting." Rabbit quips, making me chuckle as I move forwards and try to jab her, it doesn't come as a surprise when she easily sidesteps it, rolling under my second attempt to hit her before she simply sweeps her leg and kicks one of my feet from under me, grinning as she jumps towards the rope, bouncing off it and landing a flying kick on my back.

With one leg half in the air, her kick sends me tumbling to the ground, landing face first with a loud thunk. This is what I expected, I'm big, heavy and slow. Against a smaller, more agile foe, they'll just be able to dance around me and wait for the ideal time to strike.

Wasting no time, Rabbit pounces and lands on my back as I start to rise, wrapping one of her long legs around my throat in an attempt to choke me with her admittedly powerful thighs.

I think some men wouldn't mind dying like this.

It makes sense that her legs are more powerful than her arms with how much she runs, but I quickly discover something else as I start to rise.

Stopping my breathing, I pause as I realise that I don't need to breathe. My insides are as metal as the rest of me, and living metal doesn't require oxygen.

Her plan could have worked, if it wasn't for that slight fact, because she is squeezing tight enough to constrict my airway, but as I reach up and grab her she yelps as I pull her off me and slam her into the ring floor.

I'm going to ignore the fact that my minions booed, cheeky bastards are rooting for their boss to lose.

Acting quickly, I try to grab her in a rather amateurish grapple, utterly unsurprised when she easily slips out of my grasp, her whole thing is being hard to catch and she's as slippery as an eel who swam through a tub of lubricant.

The fight is at an impasse, that much is clear.

She can't hurt me, no matter how hard she tries, and I simply can't catch her. I also know I'll probably tire first, she has superhuman stamina after all, while I probably still have my very human stamina.

"That's enough, I've seen all I needed to." I say, making her pout for a moment before she grins again. "So, now that you're shiny and hard… can you still get hard?" she asks, undoing with the strings of her corset and slowly peeling it off.

"...everyone, go find somewhere else to be." I order calmly, feeling myself slowly grow erect. Looking around the room at the minions who seem hesitant to leave, I sigh. "Anyone who is still here in thirty seconds, I will assume is volunteering to help me learn how hard I can punch in my golden form." I deadpan, watching as they all suddenly find somewhere else to be.

"I'll go back to researching places where we can sell your gold bars, sir." Jaina adds, placing my shirt down as she hesitates, biting her lip.

"Come on, stop being such a bore and let's make this a ménage à trois~" Rabbit adds, making Jaina scoff as she immediately leaves. "Tch, that bitch could use a nice golden dick to replace the stick up her ass."

"You know, the more you push her to sleep with me, the more she'll refuse to do so. She wants to, she just doesn't want to give you the satisfaction." I deadpan, making Rabbit pause.

"That's stupid, if she wants to get fucked she should just get fucked. Wanna go pin her down and go to town? I'll hold her down while you dick her down." Rabbit offers, making me roll my eyes.

"I'll pass, I'd rather not alienate such a talented worker." I say, walking closer to her as she pouts, even as she reaches for my belt.

"Shame~" Rabbit adds as she pulls my trousers down, gasping in delight at the sight of my golden manhood, fully erect. "It's like a fancy dildo, just… attached to someone."

...isn't that every penis?

Dropping to her knees, she grasps my length and slowly starts to stroke it, making my frown every so slightly even out as she leans forwards and takes the metallic tip into her mouth.

My sense of touch is… dulled in my metal form, I can definitely feel her tongue working it's way along my length, but it's far less pleasurable than usual.

Well, at least I'll certainly last a lot longer than usual like this, and endurance isn't usually a problem for me anyway.

Letting her pleasure me for the first few minutes, I reach down and grab her hair roughly, knowing she doesn't mind a little pain as long as pleasure is soon to follow, and drag her to the edge of the ring, bending her over as she grabs the rope, hips swaying enticingly as she grins back at me, barely reacting to her thong being torn away.

Wasting no time, I take aim and thrust, chuckling at her squeal as nine inches of cold metal slides into her soaking wet pussy.

"Fuck me, you shiny bastard." Rabbit orders, and while I don't like taking orders from my underlings, this once I'll make an exception as I start to thrust, the feeling of her tight cunt squeezing down on me making me smile slightly.

I might have a dulled sense of touch, but I can definitely still enjoy the pleasures of the flesh, even when I'm not exactly flesh.

It takes almost an hour of pounding Rabbit against the ring ropes, drawing a dozen orgasms out from the lucky bunny, but eventually I feel my own climax approaching, my thrust speeding up as Rabbit moans, her body coated in a thin sheen of sweat.

Slamming my hips forwards, I mentally admire the fact that there's no chance of pregnancy with Rabbit as I let loose, spilling my seed into her womb.

That was a problem I had in my past life, women wanting to secure a piece of my wealth with a child. I had to fire three secretaries for trying that, I was always very careful but that didn't stop them from claiming their child was mine.

Lab tests proved that to be nonsense, and my lawyers sued them out of existence for trying to deceive me, but it was still a problem.

You'd think the solution would be to stop fucking my secretaries, but long nights at the office were made more manageable with a pair of lips around your cock, and I enjoyed the feeling of power that came with it.

It's not as good as fucking a rival CEO's wife and teenage daughter at the same time, after sending his company spiralling into bankruptcy and taking most of his material belongings, but it's up there.

Pulling back, I smirk as I realise that none of the usual post-climax tiredness is bothering me, I feel fresh and ready to go, so I guess I also have some form of enhanced stamina in this form.

"Ooh, shiny~" Rabbit says, watching my cum start to leak from her, the liquid gold dripping down her leg as she swipes some of it up with her finger and lifts it up, licking it clean. "It tastes like glitter, nice~"

"What does that even mean?" I start, before pausing. "Don't answer that, I have no interest in trying it for myself." I add, making her pout as she closes her mouth.

"You're lucky you're so much fun." Rabbit says with a carefree shrug.

"That I am, now get dressed and go steal something. I'll let you pick, just make it something unique." I order, making her beam at me.

"Aww, you know just what to say to get me in the mood. Fucking and Felonies, my two favourite hobbies." Rabbit teases, hopping up with a grin. "I'll be back soon, I'm sure I can find something shiny and valuable around the city. Jaina had dozens of heists planned, but she was too cautious and never wanted to actually do them~ time to go poke her until she tells me where I can find something fun."

"If it helps, tell her it's part of my bigger plan. I don't even really care what it is, only that it's unique and well known." I say, the last objective of my tutorial is to acquire a piece of unique loot and I need to work out what the hell that even means.

"Heh, I don't care what I'm stealing either so I'm definitely going to poke Jaina." Rabbit agrees, not bothering to get dressed as she hops over the ropes, prancing through the base.

Dressing and leaving the gym myself, I pause as I spot a guard minion standing outside, staring at the naked rabbit as she bounces away.

"Ayyy, you the man boss. High five!" He says as he spots me, making me pause before I shrug and high five him. It's rude to leave a man hanging, after all.

With a cheer, he pats me on the back and heads into the gym as I head towards my office, chuckling to myself.

It doesn't take me long to reach my office, and taking a seat I send a quick text to Panacea, before reading through my emails with a growing smile.

A short thank you from Weaver on PHO, an initial report on the various independent capes in Brockton from my research division, and an email from Orika Uraraka.

It's very professional, but it doesn't read as natural. From the viewpoint of an experienced businessman I'd say she's not used to writing like this and probably rewrote it a dozen times to try and make it sound more professional, but it just comes off as overly formal and stuffy.

I've seen plenty of people who write like this, trying to be something they just aren't, and it tells me a little about what to expect from her.

Calling the number she left, the fact that she answered before the end of the first ring tells me even more, she was waiting by the phone, despite it being a business number and the fact that it's getting late, which speaks of desperation.

"Hello, you've reached Uraraka Constructions, this is Orika Uraraka speaking." a soft voice says immediately, hints of nervousness hidden behind a practised business-like tone.

"Ahh, a pleasure to put a voice to your words, Mrs Uraraka. This is Jin Yukimura, calling about my offer to invest in your company." I say, my voice casual and relaxed.

Never let your opponent realise how good you are at this dance, make them underestimate you, and wait for them to let their guard down and expose a weakness you can exploit.

I've done this song and dance a thousand times, with people far more experienced, and I don't need powers to deal with this.

Amy -

"I can't keep sneaking away you know. I'm a busy person." Amy grumbled as she entered the designated meeting point, spotting Midas already there and waiting as he smirked at her slightly. "With my hospital shifts, school life and personal life, I can't spend all my time sneaking around because you clicked your fingers."

"And yet, I clicked my fingers and here you are." Midas countered, amused at her tone as he rested his chin in his hand as he sat in a comfy looking armchair.

Mumbling to herself, she glared at him as she walked fully into the room and closed the door.

"Cut the crap, Midas. What do you want this time? Does another junkie you stole from the Merchants need fixing?" Amy asked as he rose, chuckling to himself.

"Oh, not this time. This time, I don't need your healing at all, actually. I wanted to check something, and I find it better to do this kind of thing face to face." Midas drawled as he walked up to her, his tall stature making him tower over her as he stared down at her with a far too intelligent gaze. "Did you tell Victoria about our deal? Or your mother?"

"What? No, of course not! You think I want to have that conversation? 'Oh, sorry your tits have gone viral Vicky, I got snarky with a crime lord.'" Amy responded with a mocking tone as Midas smirked. "And I'm not under permanent house arrest, so I obviously didn't tell Carol either."

"I see, I believe you. Unfortunately, someone else has put them on my trail, it's a minor inconvenience but I already have a decent idea who is responsible if not you." Midas drawled, making her eyes widen.

"You said you'd leave my family out of it." Amy replied quickly, making him chuckle.

"And I had indeed planned to, but plans changed when they started sniffing around my operations. I'm glad you weren't the leak, Amy, I don't think you'd be able to handle having their destruction on your conscience." Midas replied idly, making her growl.

"What do you want? We both know you're smart enough to work around them, what do you want from me to leave Vicky- my family unharmed." Amy asked, seeing through his mocking act. She winced slightly at his growing smirk at her slip of the tongue, a knowing look in her eye.

"I want to know who put them on my trail, to begin with. But for the inconvenience of dealing with New Wave on a regular basis without just tearing them apart? I want a great deal." Midas said with a growing smile. "But you'll give it to me, won't you? We've already established that you'll do anything to protect Vicky." Midas said as he reached out, placing his hand on her cheek as she glowered up at him.

"I hate you." Amy replied, making his smile grow wider as she let out a deep sigh . "What do I have to do?" she continued in a defeated tone.

It was a lose-lose situation, Midas probably had people ready and willing to kill Vicky waiting as they spoke, he showed how willing he was to kill last night even if the Grapist wasn't going to be missed. She couldn't convince her family to back off Midas, Carol would go ballistic if she even suggested it.

"When I have to fight your family, I won't be holding back. I will have to hurt them, but as long as you are nice and obedient, I won't do anything too humiliating... or permanent. That's a fair deal, is it not?" Midas asked, making her scowl at him as she nodded. "Your first task is simple, I want you to find out who set them on my trail and why." Midas ordered, making her nod as she mentally noted that he didn't know everything, even if he often acted like he did.

"Fine, I'll see what I can do." Amy reluctantly agreed, making him smile at her as he pulled out his phone, pressing a couple of buttons before her own phone vibrated in her pocket.

Looking down, she frowned at the sight of a video attachment.

"I reward good work, and we both know where your interests lie." Midas said in explanation, smirking as she opened it, despite knowing she was falling into a trap.

As the video started, she couldn't stop herself from staring as Vicky smirked at the camera, slowly pumping a pink dildo into her dripping pussy, moans filling the air as Vicky clearly put on a show for the camera, her other hand groping her naked breasts.

She could feel her nipples slowly hardening and her panties growing damp as she watched the video, hating herself for betraying Vicky like this but unable to tear her eyes away.

"You know, Vicky took literally hundreds of pictures and videos, I've got quite the collection… I'd be happy to share them with you." Midas offered as she looked up, her cheeks flushed as she glared at him.

"For a price." Amy finished, making him chuckle again.

"Nothing is free, Amy." Midas agreed, stroking her cheek. "So, how about a trade, a favour for a favour." Midas offered as she paused.

She should say no, shut him down.

"What do you want?" Amy asked, disgusted at her own weakness.

"An equal trade, take your top off." Midas ordered as she froze, was she really going to do this just to satisfy her unnatural lust for Vicky?

Reaching down, she silently admitted that she was scum, pulling her hoodie over her head before she reached down and did the same for her t-shirt.

Standing in front of Midas in just her bra and jeans, she stared up at him with a mixture of hatred and disgust, not quite sure which of them she hated more as he reached forwards, his surprisingly soft hand gently groping her breast over her bra.

"The deal is simple, you can decide how far you are willing to go, and the further you go, the more of Vicky's pictures I will give you, if you want to stay in your bra then I'll send you ones of Vicky in her bra." Midas explained simply.

Shuddering slightly she reached back and unclipped her bra slowly letting it fall as she exposed her breasts for a villain. "Beautiful, you can stop this at any time. If you want me to stop, if you want to leave, just say the word." Midas explained softly, his hand gently cupping her breast as his fingers played with her hardened nipple.

"My panties stay on, and you can't touch me… there." Amy said quietly, a quiet moan leaving her as he skilfully toyed with her breasts.

"As you wish, does that mean your jeans are coming off?" Midas asked with a smile, making her nod slowly, undoing her buttons and pushing them down. "You have an amazing ass, it might actually be better than Vicky's… is it off limits as well?" Midas asked, making her pause before she shook her head.

One of his hands quickly moved down to her covered butt, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as she suppressed a moan.

"I'm going to kiss you, is that alright?" Midas asked, making her look up at him hesitantly.

"I've never kissed someone before." Amy admitted, her cheeks flushed from the pleasure his deft fingers were dragging out of her disobedient body.

Leaning forwards, she couldn't even say she was doing this for Vicky's sake as she tilted her head so he could place his lips against hers, a long tongue slipping into her mouth as she moaned from his groping.

She was doing this for herself, because she was a terrible human being. He just put a bit of bait in front of her and she took it even knowing she shouldn't.

Her first kiss, with a smug villain in an abandoned apartment, after stripping for him. At least it was a good story, not that she'd ever tell anyone.

Breaking the kiss, he took her hand and led her to the bedroom, pushing her onto the bed as he grabbed his phone and took a few pictures of her with a smile.

A fair trade, pictures for pictures.

As he approached, she mentally shuddered as he joined her on the bed, her dream returning to the front of her mind as she stared up at him.

"As I said, if you want to stop, just say so." Midas said, kissing her again as he towered over her, playing with her breasts again.

Staying docile, she just let him play with her body and explore her mouth as she slowly moaned, her breathing quickening. She was going to climax, she knew enough about the human body to know that.

She was going to cum because a villain was molesting her, because she was letting a villain molest her.

She couldn't pretend she wasn't a willing participant in this, that she hadn't agreed to this for her own benefit.

Moaning into his mouth again, she clutched at his clothes as his fingers sped up, squeezing and groping her breasts. She was going to cum… from a villain playing with her tits.

"It's okay, just let go." Midas whispered into her ear as she whimpered, her hips rocking slightly.

A low drawn out moan filled the room as she felt her panties grow uncomfortably drenched, her juices squirting out of her wet pussy as she blushed.

"C-can we stop?" Amy asked, full of shame and reluctant pleasure as Midas smiled down at her, placing a quick kiss on her lips before he moved back.

"Of course, White Rabbit will probably thank you for getting me all worked up and then leaving me out to dry… but I said you could decide how far we went, and I meant it." Midas said, helping her up onto shaky legs. "I'll send you your reward soon." He promised, making her perk up before she shook her head.

"I'm pathetic." Amy whispered, pausing as Midas pulled her into a hug, one hand stroking her hair as the other held her close, not even lingering near her ass as her breasts were pressed against his chest.

"You are many things, Amelia, but pathetic isn't one of them. We can't control our desires, and you've been dealing with yours for a long time, haven't you?" Midas asked, his tone soothing as she slowly cuddled against him.

She couldn't remember the last time she was hugged by someone other than Vicky, and every time she was hugged by Vicky she was stuck dealing with her own dark thoughts as Vicky's curvy body was pressed against her.

Carol wasn't a hugger, Mark was… he tried, and she appreciated that, but he was busy fighting his own demons, and often losing. Aunt Sarah was a hugger, but she rarely even saw that side of her family, and normally if she did it was because one of them needed Panacea.

Everyone needed or wanted Panacea, very few cared about the girl beneath the hood.

So even as she cursed Midas for putting her in this situation, she melted into his hug and just enjoyed the feeling of his embrace.

She couldn't even bring herself to mind the way his erection was pressing against her waist.

She didn't know how long she spent just being held, but eventually she pulled herself free and looked up at Midas, his usual smug smirk replaced with a more gentle smile.

"I'm leaving, I can't be missing for too long." Amy said, gathering her clothes and getting dressed, feeling his eyes on her body as she bent over to pick them up.

Did he really think she had a better body than Vicky?

"Of course, I won't keep you." Midas agreed easily, and as she finished dressing she looked over at him one more time.

A part of her wanted him to hug her again, a darker part of her wanted his hands on her body in a less innocent way, lewd whispers telling her that if he could make her cum with just her breasts, how would it feel if she surrendered her body to him entirely, but with a shake of her head she dismissed them.

"Goodbye, Midas." Amy said, making him smile and give her a nod.

"Goodbye, Amelia." Midas said easily, watching her leave.

She noticed a pair of jumpsuit-clad men tailing her as she moved back towards her home, but after she reached the safer parts of the city they left, making her smile slightly.

Sneaking back into her home with pathetic ease, as Mark didn't even look up from the tv, she headed to her bedroom and opened the file Midas sent her, biting her lip at the sight of a dozen attachments.

'A pleasure, Amelia, though admittedly more yours than mine. You look amazing on camera.'

Shaking her head, she slowly opened the first attachment and paused as she stared at her own mostly naked body, staring at the camera with a mixture of apprehension and… lust.

She could see the desire in her own eyes as she stared at the camera, exposing her body for Midas's appreciation.

She looked… lewd, flushed cheeks and hardened nipples, and as she quickly closed the picture she shuddered. So that was what she looked like from Midas's point of view…

The rest of the pictures were of Vicky, as promised, and as she stripped, slowly playing with her body, she couldn't bring herself to regret her decision.

Except for the fact that her own hand didn't feel as good as Midas's more experienced touch, a thought that she quickly shook out of her head.

It took her far longer to bring herself to orgasm, even with a video of Vicky giving the camera a sultry strip tease to help, and as she put her phone away and drifted off to sleep, her dreams were plagued with Midas and Vicky in equal measure.

The next morning, Midas asked for a picture of her in the shower, and as she took it, her body wet and soapy, she admitted she understood why Vicky liked the camera so much.

Aisha -

Sitting in her cell in silence, she threw a glare at the big tittied bimbo in the next cell, the bitch was a little too good at finding the right words to say to actually hurt her, and she didn't want to get into another argument with her.

Mostly because the slut definitely knew what to say to really hurt her, it took the bitch about three minutes to realise that her parents were her sore spot, and she wasted no time hitting her where it hurt.

That led to another, different problem.

She was so fucking bored, after being tossed in the cell she'd been left to her own devices and trapped in a tiny cell with nothing to keep her entertained she was going mad. The prison didn't even have anyone to talk to other than the boob monster.

It meant when a masked man entered the room, clearly the infamous Midas, she perked up instead of feeling the fear she probably should have.

"Aisha, was it? Stand in front of the glass." Midas ordered as she looked over at him from the uncomfortable bed she was laid on, making her smirk to herself.

"Nah, I just got comfortable." Aisha said easily, seeing the blondes eyes widen slightly as she shook her head.

"Do you not understand that you're being held hostage by a villain?" Midas asked, a hint of amusement in his tone.

"Yup, but you want my brother to work for you and he won't do that if you actually hurt me." Aisha said with confidence, making him chuckle.

"Actually, I don't give a fuck about your brother. He works for a rival villain and I want the threat neutralised, Tattletale wants him working for me because she doesn't want his blood on her hands, but I'd kill him without a second of hesitation, after which I'd kill you because you'd just be a deadweight at that point." Midas drawled, making her look over at him. "Your brother wants proof you are okay, stand up and face the glass."

"Nah, I read up on the unwritten rules when I figured out my bro was a cape. You guys aren't allowed to kill." Aisha said, making him laugh.

"They are more like guidelines, really. Last warning, stand up and face the glass." Midas said, making her stare at him challengingly.

"Kinda pathetic that you need to be behind some bulletproof glass to deal with a teenage girl, gonna have a few of your men come and make me?" Aisha taunted, watching Squealer pale.

"Well, I gave you a chance to do this the easy way." Midas said with a sigh as he walked forwards and unlocked the cell, making her mentally smile.

Because she had a knife hidden in her pocket, and she'd never been searched. She knew how to take care of herself, she was a black girl living on the edge between Merchant and Empire territory who wasn't willing to hide or cower, so she had to.

Guys were stupid, and they never took a little girl seriously enough.

"Ooh, such a big brave man willing to come into a cell with a little girl, do you want a medal?" Aisha taunted, still not getting up from the bed as he approached, making him scowl slightly. "Aww, don't like the fact that I'm not cowering in the corner? Gonna teach me a lesson, big guy?"

"I just might." Midas drawled as she sat up, smirking up at him as she hopped off the bed, staring up at him as she moved closer, pressing her small chest against him.

"Aww, I'm really, really sorry I hurt your feelings. Do you want me to kiss it better?" Aisha teased, unconcerned with her proximity to an angry cape. "Or do you want to put me over your lap and spank my naughty little ass? Maybe you're gonna make me put my disrespectful mouth to better use. What's it gonna be, big guy?" Aisha asked, smirking up at him as he stared back at her blankly. "Come on, you're a villain aren't you?" She taunted as he reached down and grabbed her wrist, pulling her out of the cell as she slowly reached for her back pocket, while he wasn't looking, pulling out the small but sharp pen knife she carried everywhere.

As he turned back, she flipped it open and stabbed forwards, aiming for his side as she lunged.

As it slid through his plain white shirt, she froze at the sound of metal scraping against metal, looking up into his highly amused eyes.

"Interesting, the first person to try and kill me… was a teenage girl with a pen knife." Midas chuckled, his skin turning golden as he grabbed her other wrist, twisting it slightly as she helped and dropped her knife, unable to free her hand from his metal grasp.

"Fuck you." Aisha gasped, making him chuckle again as he let her wrist go and pushed her back, sending her tumbling to the floor as he picked up her knife, crushing it easily and tossing it away.

"I offered a chance to make this painless, now smile for the camera." Midas ordered, making her look up as he took a quick snapshot of her. "You know, it's hard to type with metal fingers." he mutters as he pocketed his phone. "Do you have anything else I need to worry about? Frankly, I'm impressed you managed to hide a knife in those shorts." Midas deadpanned as his skin turned back to flesh.

"I can hide a lot in my shorts." Aisha retorted, making Midas sigh as he reached down and picked her up, placing her on her feet.

"Very well, just remember that we could have avoided all this." Midas said, reaching forwards and grasping her tube top with both hands and tearing, making her yelp as he ripped it off her body, leaving her topless, her small breasts bouncing free.

She barely had a chance to respond before he pushed her onto the bed and quickly pulled her shorts down as well, her shoes following leaving her in just her thong as she glared at him.

"Let's see, two chocolate bars, a lighter, a half empty packet of cigarettes." Midas said idly, searching her pockets as she glared at him. "Nothing noteworthy, but if you wanted to keep your clothes perhaps you shouldn't have implied you had more contraband in them." Midas deadpanned, stepping out and locking her cell again. "A piece of advice, if you're going to attempt to assassinate a villain, use a real knife, not a cheap pen knife."

"Like you were gonna let me stay dressed anyway, you think I haven't noticed that Squealers naked? How often do you make her squeal? I give it a day before you fuck me, I know men like you."

"The difference between you and Sherrel is simple. She is a well developed adult, and you're a child. If you're still locked up here in a few years I might reconsider, but why would I waste my time on a kid like you?" Midas asked, tossing her clothes, lighter, cigarettes and broken pen knife into a bin, unwrapping one of her hard earned chocolate bars and taking a bite as he left, not even giving her time to respond.

...A kid?

A fucking child.

Glaring at the closed door, she threw herself back into the bed and grumbled to herself. How fucking dare he, after everything she'd been through she definitely wasn't a child, hadn't been for years, and that smug bastard…

Sulking, she looked at Squealer who was staring at her in disbelief.

"What the fuck do you want?" Aisha growled, making her chuckle.

"You're kinda a dumbass, aren't you?" Sherrel said simply , making her glare at the other woman. "Good, any time he's dealing with you he's leaving me alone. Thank you for your sacrifice." Sherrel mocked.

"I can't wait to get a front row seat of his making you live up to your name, Squealer." Aisha retorted, making her laugh.

"And I can't wait until he decides to put you in your place, you mouthy little brat. Can't say I'm surprised you came onto him though, if anything I'm surprised you managed to keep your legs closed when an older man showed up." Sherrel taunted.

"Fuck you."

"Nah, I'm not interested in a child either." she finished, laughing to herself.

Jin -

I don't like brats.

I never have, they are irritating and often utterly deluded about their own importance, thinking themselves untouchable.

They make terrible workers as well, often lazy and disobedient, thinking that their looks give them a free pass through life. I had to deal with more than a few of the types in my past life, I suppose it's only fitting I have to deal with them here as well.

But I can handle some childish brat with parental issues the size of a small mountain, especially one with such pathetically obvious tells.

Grue had better be worth the effort.

"Boss, you had a delivery at the other base." one of my Minions says, making me look up in confusion.

...a delivery?

"Please tell me you checked it before bringing it here?" I say, making him nod rapidly.

"Yeah, boss. It's full of grenades and a letter." he says, making me pause.

Did they just bring a bomb to me?

As he offers me the letter, another minion holding the box, I read through the short message and smile. Ahh, that makes a lot more sense.

Dear King Midas

I believe that we can come to an agreement, and your recent actions have certainly impressed. I believe that you too understand the power of fear, and while I'm not ready to join you just yet, I hope you can put these to good use against the bottom feeders that you have declared war upon.

I will be watching closely, and I will come to a decision whether I wish to join your faction once you have dealt with the Merchants.

Johnathan Crane, the Scarecrow

Looking at the box, I smile at the sight of what appear to be tear gas grenades, but I know exactly what the gas inside them actually is.

A test, to see if I can use his creations effectively before he decides whether he wants to join up?

Understandable, Dr Crane is certainly an intelligent man and his caution is well placed.

I'll accept his test, and I will excel at it and prove to him that I am worth serving.

Helena (Huntress) -

"I have to say, this is a first." Helena said slowly as she entered the room, looking at the back of Oracles head, flowing red hair hanging down as she sat in… a wheelchair.

A dozen screens were in front of her, some showing files, police reports, and even live camera feed of various places she didn't particularly recognise.

Spinning her wheelchair around, the young, maskless woman smiled at her, making her pause. Why would Oracle not be wearing a mask, when she invited her here?

To make it worse, she recognised the woman in front of her, Barbara Gordon's crippling had been rather well covered after all, since it resulted in the Joker finally being captured and Birdcaged for his… extensive list of crimes.

"Huntress, thank you for coming. It's nice to meet you face to face. I'm Oracle, or as you likely already know, Barbara. You can call me either here, we are very secure." Barbara said, holding out a hand to her, which she took and slowly shook.

"Oracle, it's nice to put a face to the voice, but… what's this about?" Helena asked slowly, tensing slightly as another girl entered the room.

Also young, the Asian girl crossed her arms and stared at her judgingly, her body tense and ready. The daggers on her waist didn't help put Huntress at ease either.

"Cass, it's fine. We talked about this." Barbara said soothingly, making the other girl relax slightly. "My apologies, Cassandra is protective of me and slow to trust others." Barbara explained, making Huntress nod.

'Cassandra' made some swift hand gestures that she vaguely recognised as sign language, but she couldn't read them even as Barbara nodded.

"'She wants you to know that she's impressed you managed to fight her mother and survive.' She is the daughter of two villains, Lady Shiva and Orphan, trained as an assassin. She fled, and I've been helping her get used to a more normal life, or as normal as capes like us can have." Barbara said wryly as Huntress nodded, her mind flashing back to the closest she'd ever come to death.

If Panacea hadn't healed her, she'd have died from the loss of so much blood, dozens of cuts covering her body after Lady Shiva tore her apart with her swords.

"I wouldn't say it was impressive, it was dumb luck and Lady Shiva deciding not to finish me off." Huntress said after a moment, watching Cass immediately gesture again.

"You impressed Lady Shiva, and that's hard to do. If you hadn't, she'd have executed you." Barbara translated before she shook her head. "But that's not why I called you here, and we are waiting on two more before we can start."

"Then we have a little time… can I ask you something?" Helena started, making Barbara nod calmly.

"Why am I still crippled?" Barbara deadpanned, making Helena flush at the tone. "Barbara Gordon was publicly crippled, while Panacea was away due to an emergency. Batgirl never showed up again, both have red hair, both are the same height. The Joker unmasked me without ever actually needing to do it physically, and as Batgirl I made a lot of enemies. I was reckless, and overconfident, even if I get Panacea to fix my spine, those enemies won't be so inclined to leave the cripple alone, or her family." Barabara explained easily, making Helena nod understandingly. "My power means I can do as much good behind a desk as I can on the streets, perhaps more. I've made my decision, and I've worried my father enough already, I won't put him in any more danger than I already have."

"I understand, I can respect that." Helena said, giving Barbara a respectful nod. Batgirl was more active than almost any independent, for the short few months she was active at all.

As Cass gestured again, Barbara laughed.

"Yes, Cassie. I do have you to do the beatings now." Barbara chuckled, making Cass straighten up with a small smile on her face.

"You got me too, as long as the money keeps coming." A rougher voice said as she turned, watching a white haired woman walk into the room, several scars on her the parts of her face that weren't covered by a black and orange mask, matching the armoured outfit covering her body. She was older than Cassandra or Barbara, but younger than her.

"That I do, Ravager." Barbara agreed, making Helena stare at the other woman.

"Lemme guess, I look familiar? Let's just get this over with, I'm Deathstroke's daughter and ex-apprentice, committed a fuck ton of crimes but me and daddy dearest aren't talking right now on account of him being a murdering sociopath. Also he's got a new apprentice, some dumb girl called Terra who thinks he actually gives a shit about her." Ravager deadpanned before she reached up and removed her black and orange mask. "Since daddy dearest doesn't bother hiding his identity, there's no point in me trying to either. Rose Wilson, if Babs's plan works out we'll be seeing a lot of each other."

"You're a mercenary? Interesting choice, wouldn't you be better off joining up with Faultline?" Helena asked, making Rose laugh.

Her own father had been a mob boss, so she wasn't going to judge Rose for having a shit dad.

"Me and Faulty have had some… professional differences in the past, she got hired to protect something and I got hired to blow it up, and she doesn't take losing well." Rose chuckled. "Also, I stabbed her in the stomach and cut off Newter's tail, so she's not my biggest fan. She'll leave me alone, as long as I stay out of Palanquin… which sucks cause it was a decent place to get shitfaced." Rose said with a shrug, making Helena grin.

She'd never liked Faultline, and Rose seemed like her kind of gal.

"Guess I'm late to the party?" A sultry voice said, drawing their attention to the door as a leggy blonde in fishnets walked in, a black leather biker jacket covering her leotard.

"Right on time, actually. Now, I imagine you two are curious why I've called you here?" Barbara asked, making her and Black Canary look at each other.

"You could say that, what's this all about?" Canary asked, making Barbara smile.

"To put it simply, I want to build a new hero team to counter the incoming chaos Brockton Bay will be facing, there's only so much independent heroes can do alone, and we all have our own reasons to want to avoid the PRT." Barbara explained among her pause, giving Canary a look as she considered her words.

"Wait a second, you think the gang wars are gonna get so crazy that Brockton needs a new hero group?" Canary asked seriously.

"Not quite, Midas will probably beat the Merchants by the end of the week, but the fight between the Empire and ABB is just going to keep getting worse until one of them is defeated. The biggest threat comes from outside the city, because right now dozens of out of town gangs are looking for a piece of the Brockton Bay pie, seeing a chance to take a slice for themselves." Barbara explained, making their eyes widen. "Midas and his gang are simply the first."

"Why the fuck are so many gangs interested in this shithole?" Helena groaned, making Canary chuckle quietly.

"Because Brockton Bay produces one thing in greater numbers than almost anywhere else in the world." Barbara started.

"STDs?" Rose quipped.

"Well, probably. Or at least until Midas wipes out the Merchants. But no, I mean capes. Brockton Bay has a very high rate of new cape appearances, fresh triggers on a weekly basis, both natural triggers and quirk capes can be found here in great numbers, and that's something every gang wants. Thugs are a dime a dozen, but capes are worth their weight in gold." Barbara explained with a frown.

"Fuck, and while Lung scared most away…" Canary started.

"He's distracted with the Empire, the fact that Midas was able to get set up so quickly has countless gangs wondering if they can do the same. Some of them are newly formed, but some of them are large, powerful, and hoping to expand. Brockton Bay is a beacon, drawing in villains in great numbers, and the PRT and New Wave won't be able to handle it." Barbara finished.

"And you think us five can?" Helena asked, making Barbara shake her head.

"Not alone of course, I have a few more potential recruits in mind but I wasn't able to get in contact with Vixen or Artemis, Harley Quinn formed a new gang before I could get a hold of her and Catwoman is laying low at the moment." Barbara explained. "I don't expect us to hold off the hordes alone, but we can accomplish far more united than we can alone."

"Wait, you wanted to recruit Quinn? I can almost understand Catwoman, she's talented and mostly harmless, but Quinn?! Didn't she-" Helena started.

"Kidnap me, leading to the Joker crippling me. Yes, she did. Harley is as much a victim of the Joker as I am, but while he broke my body, he broke her mind. I want to help her, and besides… She's far smarter than she acts, and turning her to the side of good removes one potential problem. Without the Joker holding her leash, she's chaotic and far more unpredictable." Barbara explained simply.

"I have Artemis's number." Black Canary said after a moment. "And I can probably get in contact with Vixen, I've worked with her before."

"So, you're in then?" Rose asked, making her chuckle.

"I'll give it a shot, see how it goes." Canary agreed, making Barbara smile.

"Fuck it, you've been a massive help over the past year… fine, I'm in Oracle." Helena agreed, making Barbara's smile grow wider.

"So, you got a name in mind?" Canary asked.

"I was thinking of Birds of Prey, but admittedly I came up with the name when I was hoping to get Hawkgirl, Dove and Lady Blackhawk to be here." Barbara admitted. "I still have hopes that I'll be able to recruit some more from my 'wish list', but things are speeding up too fast for me to put it off any longer."

Glancing at one of the screens, she spotted a list of names including their own.

Hawkgirl, uninterested.

Dove, potentially formed a new group.

Harley Quinn, formed a new gang.

Catwoman, in hiding.

Lady Blackhawk, interested but busy.

Gypsy, out of town.

Judomaster, no reply.

Katana, missing.

Manhunter, currently uninterested.

Artemis, no reply.

Vixen, busy.

Fake 'Batgirl', unknown motives.

Black Alice, ???

Heh, Oracle had been busy.

If nothing else, this should be interesting.