Chapter Eight: Twelve Days of Christmas Part Six.

Chapter Eight: Twelve Days of Christmas Part Six.

It was around six o'clock in the evening, on the day of December 20th. The lobby of the Royal hotel was a rather lush location. There was an atmosphere of gold, marble, and rich looking wood. It was for the elite of Gotham City which made all kinds of sense. It's rather quiet at this point, there was a minimum of activity going around. That made a perfect amount of sense given that other people were busy doing other things.

It should be rather busy one would assume but one might realize that it was dinner time. So there were a lot of people who were busy doing that.

Things were quiet, the only sense of movement was an older man who slowly walked his way into the lobby. He had short brown hair and a goatee. He wore a fairly decent business suit but one could see that it had that off the rack feel. It did absolutely nothing to hide that he was more on the heavyset side. The most noticeable people was that he leaned upon the simple black cane he held.

He carefully walked towards the front desk.

"Reservation for Daniel Johnson," he commented to her.

The receptionist, a rather attractive middle aged woman, looked towards it. She resembled the type of person who worked there for years. She was fairly jaded but at the same time, she was able to fake her interest rather well.

"Yes, Mr. Johnson, I have your reservation right here," she confirmed for him. "I hope that you'll find your stay at the Royal Hotel to be fulfilling. If you need anything, anything at all, don't hesitate to ask."

"Yes, I won't," the man replied. A bellboy man his way over and he smiled. He looked to be rather fresh out of high school, if not still in high school with his acne ridden complexion.

"Jones, show him to his hotel room please," the receptionist said. She gave the man an artificial and rather fake looking smile. It was obvious that she pretended.

"Right this way, sir," the bellboy responded. The man walked forward as he watched his suitcase be carried up to the room.

"What's your name, young man?" the man asked.

"Dave Jones, sir," he commented.

"Mr. Jones, I thank you for getting my bags up there," he stated. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. He placed the envelope in his hand. There was a sizeable tip in it. "Here's something for your troubles, Mr. Jones."

"Thank you Mr. Johnson!" the bellboy cried in a sunny voice. It was obvious that his balls just recently dropped.

Daniel Johnson walked forward and closed the door behind him. The man waited for the bellboy to get down the hall and ensured that he was all alone. He walked towards the bathroom and used the toilet.

When he returned from the toilet, he looked at the mirror. Daniel Johnson meticulously removed the goatee and also the hair. He revealed the face of Julian Gregory Day.

Back in the Penthouse, Harry, Veronica, Karen, and Diana sat around the living room. Harry leaned back in his armchair with his feet resting on the ottoman. Veronica dressed on top of him, sitting in his lap. Her back pressed against his chest and he placed his arms around her.

Across from them, Diana sat on the couch. She was leaning forward and working on some last minute paperwork on the coffee table.

Karen was at work at the laptop on the loveseat. She could see others fluttering in and out as they were needed. Kara and Faora were the two most notable people. They popped in for a little bit but they went out because they were working on something. The younger girls had to go up into bed given that they still had school. Barbara was the only exception since she had her "tech support" job.

The group was having a relaxing evening. Harry was half reading and half watching the news. Veronica with her position on his lap was completely watching the news. Karen was busy at work with something that couldn't really wait but she felt the need to get done.

"The city is in a state of anxiety given the recent upswing of gang activity and the inability of the GCPD to capture the Calendar Killer," the news reported. It wasn't Vicki, it was another reporter, so Harry didn't really pay much mind. Veronica was watching the news extremely carefully. "Crime in Gotham City is at an all time high. But there are those who have taken up vigilante activities in response for the upswing of crime. Here's Vicki Vale for more."

Harry's interest perked up and Vicki was here.

"There have been numerous vigilantes who have taken the battle to the various gangs in Gotham City," Vicki reported. "Officially Batman, Catwoman, Nightwing, and Black Canary are urban legends. There has even been some contention with Nightwing whether this costumed crusader is male or female. There have been a couple of eye witness reports."

"Yeah, I saw him and it was so cool man, Batman just swooped down from space, and bam, pow, kaboom!" a young man said, looking like he was stoned out of his mind.

"About time someone does something in Gotham City, the cops are more interested in going in the little guy, than the big picture," a wide eyed black man said. "I saw it, it was Nightwing. There were two of them, two of them man! There might be an entire army of them and they've done better than the GCPD has. But the GCPD doesn't care about the common man, they just care about the people that they're in bed with."

"There has been a great amount of contention about the vigilantes, whether they're real and whether or not they're a good thing to Gotham City or escalating the crime wave that has been crippling this city," Vicki said. "And we swing things over to Summer Gleeson, who is at the Royal Hotel. Take it away Summer."

Harry smiled at the slight amount of condescending tone that Vicki had.

"Thank you, Vicki, a good job as always," Summer replied. She spoke in a condescending tone but went into her professional tone. "The Christmas party being hosted at the Royal Hotel is the talk out of the town. This party is being hosted by Kathy Kane, Bruce Wayne, Harry Potter, and Veronica Vreeland….or should it be Potter, now?"

Kara just slipped into the room and heard that particular tone. She frowned.

"You know, she makes a good point for once," Kara mused. "What do you think that your name would be if you and Harry ended up marrying Harry?"

Veronica frowned and she thought about it. That was actually a good question. It was one that caught her off guard somewhat.

'You know, it might be Potter-Vreeland or Vreeland-Potter, depends really,' she thought. They did hear that thought in their heads.

'Okay, did you all hear what I heard?' Karen asked.

'Yes, we heard what you did hear,' Diana said. She was honestly surprised and she was caught off guard. 'You know it's a surprise that she got bond access a bit before Sapphire.'

'Maybe,' Faora offered to her. She pushed her arms underneath her chest and thought about it. 'But, you know, she and Harry have been hovering around each other for a little bit before they finally hooked up. So the length of time does play into things.'

Veronica founded. She could hear their voices alright but her lips weren't moving.

'And the poor girl is completely confused,' Kara chimed in. She almost looked amused by this.

'Please tell me I'm not insane,' Veronica told them.

"Don't worry, Veronica, you're not insane, you are hearing our voices inside your head, and we are hearing yours," Harry said to her.

Veronica blinked completely. She could feel Harry's magical hands work her over for a moment.

"Please, explain," Veronica said slowly.

"It's a long story," Kara said. She sat herself down on the ottoman. It was one that they explained a few times in the past.

"Well there's something going on right now," Veronica said. "And you could start from the beginning. Wouldn't that be the best place for you to start?"

The group all looked at each other. They were all thinking about the same thing. Between all of them, they were able to explain everything. The bond link network was something that was somewhat easy to explain. Aliens and Amazons were a bit trickier, not that magic wasn't tricky to explain.

The five members of the collective pitched in for a moment. Veronica looked at all of them. Kara continued to rub her feet and Harry kept rubbing her shoulders.

"So?" Harry asked.

"A lot to take it," Veronica concluded after a moment's pause. She was used to some weirdness, being in Gotham City. "But given that this is Gotham City, I figured that I should be used to something like this. And that explains more than you think."

"Well if you have some tension to work out," Faora added to her. She leaned towards Veronica and whispered in her ear. "The bedroom is just a little bit away."

Veronica allowed the rest of the group to lead her to the bedroom. She was at the mercy of Harry and his Alphas. Which wasn't really a bad place for her to be, all things considered.

Harry pushed her on the bed, with Kara and Karen holding her. He stripped her over her clothes and ran his hand down her body.

Veronica pushed her hips up and moaned at the top of what Harry would do to her.

"Take me right now," she begged him.

Harry grabbed her breasts through her shirt and squeezed them. Veronica's dripping hot pussy ached for his manhood. He scraped his manhood against her dripping hot lips over and over again.

His cock slammed into her and that caused Veronica to pump her hips up to take him. Diana kneeled down before her and kissed her on the lips. Veronica relaxed and felt Harry's massive manhood spearing into her pussy.

Kara was trapped between Faora and Karen which was an interesting place to be. The younger blonde was stripped of her clothes. She returned fire, stripping both sides of their clothes. She ran her hands down their supple bodies.

Kara's fingers pushed deep into Faora's pussy and she did the same thing to Karen. She fingered both of them at super speed. The two of them closed their eyes with Kara pumping into them.

Diana's pants pulled down and her dripping hot pussy was exposed. She leaned down and smiled at Veronica. She squeezed her breast in response.

'You look hungry dear,' Diana suggested. Her mind was connected with the pleasure that the other members of the bond felt. 'Just relax, the first time is always the most intense.'

Veronica felt the spike of pleasure through her body. That caused Harry's throbbing manhood to go into her body. Her dripping hot cunt closed around him.

She could really get used to this. Her breasts got lavished by Harry's tongue and mouth. He suckled on her breasts and she arched her back up. He played with her stiff nipples and started to lick and suck on them.

Veronica panted when Harry made her cum. Diana's pussy draped over her mouth.

"Oh that's good," Diana begged. Veronica's tongue pushed into her pussy and she licked it. "Treat my pussy like yours wants to be treated. More, oh more, oh god, I want even more. Take it, use my pussy, use it!"

Veronica's tongue continued to brush into her dripping hot cunt when he worked her over constantly. Her pleasure exploded when the Amazon Princess was being eaten out.

The woman rubbed her dripping hot lips on her.

Karen moaned when Kara's lips ate her pussy. She indulged herself in this act of self masturbation which felt so alluring. She placed her hands on the back of Kara's head and forced her face deep into her snatch.

Veronica shook when Harry rammed his throbbing cock into her dripping hot snatch. She felt his manhood spike into her body. She shook completely when he rammed into her body. The redhead socialite tried to lifted her legs up and snake them around her body. Her body kept shaking all over when Harry worked himself into her body. Her legs parted to accommodate his manhood when he speared it into her.

She shook in pleasure. Her wet pussy slid around his tool when he kept going into her. Each thrust brought her to new levels of pleasure. She thought that her loins would explode.

Harry took great pleasure in driving her nuts. His manhood spiked deep into her pussy. She lifted her hips up in response and rocked them up against his throbbing tool. Veronica caused her eyes and just felt the amazing pleasure when he continued to spike through her again.

She couldn't forget Diana's pussy. No one could forget that wonderful pussy. Veronica took it with her tongue.

Harry flipped her over suddenly after an orgasm. His mighty rod speared into her midsection.

"Oh, what else could you do?" Veronica begged him.

Harry decided to divide himself. Veronica's eyes widened when Harry sauntered over. Karen, Kara, and Faora joined him. The three of them took turns stroking his flesh and his cock until it grew hard in Kara's hand. Karen dropped to her knees and kissed Harry's balls. Kara took his cock into her mouth and Faora walked behind Harry and kissed him on the neck, pressing her breasts against his back.

Veronica felt Harry drill into her. Her body exploded with excitement when he assaulted her loins from behind. Her dripping hot snatch took his manhood deep into her. Diana was set up in front of her and Veronica continued to eat her pussy.

The redhead socialite felt increasing pleasure rippled through her body when Harry took her with his cock over and over again. That caused her mind to melt with increasing pleasure.

Harry the duplicate had Kara pinned against the wall. He brushed his manhood against her dripping hot slit and pushed it inside her. There was a scream of pleasure and Faora and Karen also slumped against the wall.

For now, Harry focused on Kara and pounded her perfect wet pussy. She clutched around him like a vice when he continued to work her over. The blonde pumped herself back towards him. Kara's tight snatch clutched him when he worked into her. The blonde kept hotly pumping her hips back at him. Her eyes closed when he worked her body over. Each thrust increased her pleasure and he kept pumping into her.

"Take me, oh, take me, harder!" Kara yelled.

"YES FUCK ME LIKE I'M YOUR BITCH!" Veronica screamed loudly. She suddenly lost all sense of properness and degraded right into a slut before their very eyes.

"You are his bitch, and you're neglected something," Diana said. She forced her face back in her pussy.

Veronica happily lapped up her pussy juices in response. She felt the combined pleasure of all of the Alphas explode through her body and she felt good, so very good that she thought that she was going to lose her mind.

The other Harry switched between Faora, Karen, and Kara. He rammed his cock into Faora's cunt at super speed. He slowed down for a minute and then let the orgasm go, causing her to slump against the wall panting. He switched to Kara, doing the same thing. Karen felt the same treatment.

All three girls were driven nuts because they were backed up just a little bit from Harry's actions and driven absolutely mad.

Veronica felt this pleasure increase when he spiked through her body. Her dripping cunt hugged his manhood when he worked into her from behind. The woman felt the increase of pleasure explode through her body.

"YES, oh, yes, oh god, yes," Veronica breathed. She could feel him drill into her body.

She returned to Diana's pussy and Harry spiked into her. It was getting close. She felt blessed for being a part of this sinful display of flesh and lust. That excited her beyond any degree.

Harry kept working her over. Her dripping hot cunt inhaled his manhood when he worked into her body. Veronica held her hands onto Diana's hips.

"Are you sure you can handle it?" Harry asked. "Diana's right here to finish me off if you can't."

There was a new fire that spread through Veronica. "I can handle it. Cum, I need your cum in me!"

Harry grunted when he pussy contracted against its invader. He held onto her hips when he kept pumping into her body from behind. The young socialite kept working his throbbing tool when he connected with her womanhood.

The spikes of pleasure brought her to the edge. Veronica thought that she was going to lose her mind with what Harry was doing to her. Or perhaps her mind had already been lost. His balls appeared to tighten.

The feeling of more super powered orgasms when connected to the bond network rocked Veronica's body. She shook all over when Harry rammed his manhood into her. Veronica's dripping cunt lips inhaled his cock when he continued to fuck her from behind.

Harry worked up quite an orgasm and now that he had her nice and sweaty, he was about ready to unload it.

Veronica grabbed onto the bed and Harry rammed his throbbing manhood into her body. The redhead felt his throbbing cock push deep into her body. She was feeling the pleasure of his cock going into her body.

The redhead could feel herself brought closer to the edge. Harry's manhood spiked into her body and her cunt closed around him.

He allowed his juices to flow. The juices of all of the other girls flowed and led to an amazing combined orgasm when the first leg of this sinfully delightfully orgy wrapped up to its most logical conclusion.

In the afterglow, Veronica cuddled close to Harry. She had her mind blown but in a good way. She leaned towards him, with an imploring look dancing in her eyes. There was more than enough mischief dancing in her eyes.

"So, is there anything else that you'd like to tell me?" Veronica asked her.

"I'm also Nightwing," Harry said out of the blue. That caused Kara to show signs of life by breaking out into a fit of intense giggles. These giggles wouldn't cease no matter how hard she tried.

Veronica sighed and she reached up to pinch the bridge of her nose. "Of course you are….but that's easier to believe than the fact that you're a magical alien. But I swear, I don't think that I can take any more of these surprises today."

She paused and took a deep breath, before she commented in what she thought was a facetious tone of voice.

"I mean, the next thing that you're going to tell me is that Brucie is Batman."

Harry raised his eyebrow and smiled but said nothing.

"He isn't, is he?"

"Wellllll…."

The next evening was here and Summer Gleeson was out on the red carpet.

"My name is Summer Gleeson and I'm outside the Gotham Royal hotel, where the best and the very brightest are making their way out tonight," Summer reported. There was a buzz that she talked over. The reporter seemed to be in one of those moods where she could get the average viewing public excited for the reading of a phone book or something along those lines. "We're waiting to see some of the stars coming out tonight. You never know who is going to show up at a gathering like this."

Neither the best nor the brightest showed up. Rather, Oswald Cobblepot turned up, along with Tracey Buxton. That caused Summer to give a look like she swallowed something rancid but she managed to pick up her stride back on camera.

"Mr. Cobblepot," Summer said in a cordial tone.

"A good evening to you as well, my dear," Cobblepot commented. He gave an expression where he was sure that he came off as charming but it came off more than creeping. "I must say that you're looking positively divine this evening. And it's going to be a hell of an evening, isn't it?"

"Mr. Cobblepot, there have been rumors that you've been a part of some illegal activities," Summer stated. She actually hoped to offend in with this one.

"I don't know who has been spreading those rumors, but I can tell you that all business that I do is completely on the level," Cobblepot answered. He was talking to Summer's plunging neckline when he spoke.

"Well, there's a rumor that these illegal activities were the reason why someone blew up your club," Summer commented.

Cobblepot let out his breath in an angry squawk. He took a deep breath and several seconds to compose himself. Tracey gave Summer a death glare, because she knew that this was a sore subject for her boss.

"Harry Fucking Potter was the one that blew up my club!" Cobblepot raged. He clutched the handle of his umbrella and took a heaving breath.

Summer rolled her eyes at him. "Rrrright….."

Cobblepot stormed off suddenly. The destruction of his club continued to be a sore spot for him and he walked off.

Summer sighed and shook her head. That left her there to calm herself down. She turned her head slightly and saw the one and only Hamilton Hill, Mayor hopeful, standing there.

He was about ready to say something but Summer saw something else. This was a person of greater interest than Hill, with all due respect to him. She brushed past him, ignoring him and left the man hanging with his mouth wide open.

The person which caught her interest was the one and only Lionel Luthor. His twin children, Alexander and Alexandria, flanked him. They were businesslike as usual.

"Mr. Luthor, do you mind if I have a quick word with you?" Summer asked.

"Not at all, Miss Gleeson," Lionel replied in his usual slick voice.

"Is there any truth to the rumors that the King of Metropolis is looking to expand his operations into Gotham City?" Summer asked. That caused Lex to snort but he quickly disguised that moment of disgust behind a cough.

Lionel smiled. "I will address those rumors right now. LuthorCorp operations are being expanded to the East Coast as a whole and not just Gotham City. My daughter, Alexandria, has been named the Director of Operations for this part of the country."

Summer nodded politely and turned to Alexandria.

"Do you have any comments about your new position?" Summer asked.

"I hope to continue LuthorCorp's growth into a presence that people can respect," Alexa commented.

"Is there any truth to the rumors about the relationship between you and Harry Potter?" Summer asked suddenly.

Alexa brushed past her without saying anything. Lex shook his head and followed his sister.

"A good day, Miss Gleeson, but I think that this interview is over," Lionel remarked.

Harry Potter arrived at this very moment. Diana followed him, wearing a striking gold dress. Karen wore red, Kara came out next wearing blue, and Faora wore green. They weren't the only ones that were attending the party though. Thanks to security concerns, a lot of the other girls came in the back entrance.

Or in the case of women like Veronica, Kathy, Bette, and Bunny, arrived earlier in the day and got dressed within a room they booked earlier today. The place was locked up pretty tight security wise.

'Then again, pretty much every place in town is locked up secure and tight,' Harry thought. 'Everyone and their mother wants the best security with the Calendar Killer still out there on the loose. And that's not even considering the Roman's using the Royal as his base of operations.'

'Our intelligence states that he's keeping to the Penthouse level and there's a private elevator that leads up there,' Jaime thought. She was already inside, with Lily and Rose.

'Well, no matter what, it is the biggest part of the season, at least until New Year's party,' Kara commented. That was for sure.

The group barely got that far when they ran into Juno. Or to be more accurate, she almost glided into Harry with a bright smile on her face when she saw that he show up with his entourage in toe.

"Harry, it's good to see you," Juno stated in an excited voice. She wrapped him tightly into a hug in greeting and then she leaned across to give him a slight kiss on the cheek.

Much to the surprise of the group, Diana was greeted in the same fashion.

'You don't know her that well, do you?' Donna asked.

'I've only met her briefly during the interview last month,' Diana thought in confusion. She could have sworn that she heard goddesses snickering in the background but when she focused on it, they stopped.

That had to be her imagination. It had been an extremely long day.

Juno attached herself to Harry's arm. He turned towards her, raising his eyebrow. She spoke to him in a matter of fact voice.

"It wouldn't look right if I walked in there without an escort," she offered him. She gave him a bright smile and he looked her over. He accepted this. "I hope you don't mind."

He checked the peanut gallery for confirmation. They gave it the okay.

"It's fine," Harry said. She turned slightly towards him with a knowing smile and a slightly devious wink.

A member of the Hotel Maintenance Staff made his way up the stairs. He got a call that the front desk got a call that the toilet was backed up in one of the rooms. He got his toolbox ready which he was pushing on a janitor's cart.

He knocked on the door.

"I'm here to repair the toilet," he said in a gruff voice.

"Yes, the toilet was backed up after I flushed it," the man said from the other side of the room.

"Yes, that happens sometimes," the worker commented. He was actually surprised that it didn't happen more often given some of the things that people tried to flush in this place.

He was allowed inside and made his way towards the bathroom. Sure enough, as the occupant of the room described, the toilet was overflow it.

He moved over towards it to work on it. He blinked and realized that someone stuffed a towel inside it.

Before he could say anything, something pressed up against the back of his head. There was a hiss of escaping air.

That was all that knew until he knew no more. The janitor dropped to the ground, dead when he hit the ground.

"I'm pretty impressed how you dealt with Summer back there," Harry said. He was in the middle of wrapping up a conversation with Juno.

Juno gave him a wide grin. "Well, you get used to these sort of people when you have a lot of experience dealing with the press. I got started around ten years ago, so it's just something that comes with the territory."

The two of them wrapped up their light conversation. She took some time to point out some of the notable celebrities from around Gotham City that made their way into the party. He might want to work with them in the future to advertise in the future.

"Although, you're going to be a brand name yourself, darling," she replied in a gushing voice. She saw someone. "And there's someone that I'd like to catch up with. Talk to you later, hopefully real soon."

She gave him another parting kiss, this one on the lips. Harry raised an eyebrow. There was something else that raised his eyebrow when she passed him a slip of paper that she had her phone number on it.

He shook his head and returned his attention to the party. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Faora slipping off with Kate Kane. That proved to be a point of interest as far as he was concerned.

He saw Lionel Luthor in the process of having a conversation with Simon Stagg, Ronald Daggett, Phillip Kane, and Max Shreck. He smiled when he saw Karen kept close by, but not close enough where she was making the fact that she was eavesdropping on the conversation obvious. It was clear though that she listened closely enough to the conference of the council of evil middle-aged businessman.

'Not really that much of note,' Karen thought to him, deciding to give him the benefit of the conversation she was eavesdropping on. 'All they're talking about is the power plant Shreck wants to build and he's trying to get everyone else on board.'

Harry spotted Hamilton Hill and Rupert Thorne show up as well. That conversation shifted gears to a more politically inclined one. That was something that Harry didn't want anything to do with if he could help it.

Harry turned around and nearly ran into Selina and Holly. True to form, both women were dressed to the nines. Selina wore a slinky green dress that matched her eyes and Holly was wearing a little red number.

Harry's excellent skills of observation picked up the fact that both women appeared to distracted, albeit for different reasons.

"Hey," Harry commented to them.

"Oh, hi, Harry," Holly muttered. There was a second where she snapped back into life.

"Don't mind her, she's a bit out of touch thanks to her upbringing," Selina responded. She gave a swift smile and sauntered forward. She wrapped her arms around Harry and pulled him into a kiss. He returned fire. "It's good to see you, handsome."

She turned her head in a direction where her eyes averted a fair amount in another direction. Harry could see exactly why she was distracted. They could observe the Roman holding court in a corner of the room.

He spotted every so often someone came up to him and exchanged a few words to him.

"It really has a day of my daughter's wedding from the Godfather feel of it," Harry commented. His statement broke the silence and Selina turned towards him.

"That's exactly what it is," Selina said. Essentially the nobles were begging Caesar for a favor. "You know, we should get away from this. It's enough to make your head hurt."

She took Harry out to the dance floor and they enjoyed a quick dance together. Selina didn't seem to be in the mood to talk.

'I think she's still in a right mood about Falcone bursting into her office the other day,' Faora commented. Harry could sense that there was something up.

'What are you up to?' Harry asked her

Faora broke through the bond link with a calculating grin on her face. 'I'm multi-tasking.'

Harry knew that he was able to put two and two together. After their dance, Selina gave him a kiss and excused herself. She head off in the direction of the bathroom.

"Doctor Potter, I was hoping to run into you," a voice said. Harry turned around and saw Harvey Dent. His wife Gilda was there, after being out of town to help he sister. "Gilda, you remember Harry Potter, don't you?"

"Yes, I do, please to meet you again," she commented. She was quiet and could have easily blended into the atmosphere if Harry wasn't pointed out to her.

Harry di notice Bruce and Rachel there.

"I was just telling Bruce and Rachel the good news, but I suppose that you should hear it straight from my mouth, as it will be all over the news," Harvey informed him. "After talking with Gilda about it, I decided that it would be best that I would run for District Attorney."

"Well, you have my full support," Harry stated in response. Harvey responded with a brisk nod.

"Thank you," Harvey replied graciously and he meant that. He could hear his cellphone ring. It did often pick the most inappropriate times to go off. With a sigh, Harvey picked up the phone and answered it. "It's important, excuse me for a moment."

Harry turned and saw Rachel sitting there. She was looking at him, calmly. There was no emotion in her face. She seemed to be doing a good job in keeping her face blank with motion tonight.

"Corruption rots away at all things, wouldn't you agree?" Rachel asked. "And this city….you can see what's happening here. People fear what they don't understand."

"Yes, they do," Harry said slowly. He wondered where this line of conversation.

"But, given what the two of us have been through, you should know that, and you should know what needs to be done to help this city," Rachel continued. She stared at him, unblinkingly. Seconds passed where Harry wondered what the game was. "And, I hope that I can get to know you better…..but now if you excuse me, I'm going to talk to Bruce."

She edged over to talk to him.

Harry was confused a little bit by that sudden and brief conversation. The way that she was talking, it was almost like that she thought that they were in a relationship.

He took several moments when he turned around and saw Sofia Falcone of all people. Harry had to admit, she cleaned up fairly decently when she didn't want to be the baddest bitch in the room. She carefully balanced two glasses of wine when she approached him.

"You may not know me, Doctor Potter, but I'm Sofia Falcone,' she said.

"Pleased to meet you, Miss Falcone," Harry said in a diplomatic and polite voice.

"Please, Sofia," she commented. She was oddly soft spoken.

"Then, Harry," Harry offered her. There was a moment where she was trying to figure him out.

"Would you mind joining me for a glass of wine?" she asked him.

"Not a problem, thanks," Harry told her.

She handed him the spare glass of wine.

"I'm not one to mince words, I've wanted to meet you for a very long time," she replied. "Your arrival in Gotham, it turned some heads. It made an impact and you hit the ground running."

She took a sip of wine under the pretext of collecting her thoughts.

"It's very impressive, you even made an impression on my father," she added in a soft spoke voice. She leaned closer towards him. "That take's some doing."

"Well, I'm glad that your father has been impressed, given all that he's done for Gotham City," Harry commented.

"Yes, not many men are willing to look him in the eye, but not many men are willing to shoulder the burdens that he had as well," Sofia said briskly.

'Actually civil conversation, given her reputation,' Karen commented.

'Well, you know that she has some kind of angle,' Rose offered. The conversation continued and the talk was rather polite. 'It might not be strictly professional.'

'Isn't she….you know, lesbian?' Daphne asked. 'I've kept up on all of the rumors in Europe, and she's been over there quite a bit in Italy. Sure she had a husband…but….that's more of a beard of anything. And that's common in high society.'

'Well, it will prove to be interesting,' Harry answered.

"It's a pleasure meeting you," Harry offered to her.

"The pleasure is all mine and I thank you for giving me a few moments of your time," Sofia said. Her father respected the young man which didn't come lightly.

Harry took a moment to take a breather. This night was getting to be fairly strange. That was the problem with high society, you invite them all and they all come.

Harry made his way out of the ballroom and onto the balcony which was designed for the purpose of getting some fresh air.

Or at least he didn't get too far. He could feel a slim hand drag him into a nearby room.

Harry took a mere moment to catch his bearings to see who exactly dragged him into the room. He was surprised, but at the same time, he wasn't really surprised that it was Sarah. She looked stunning in a red dress that has a slit up the side of her leg.

He was the one that invited her but he was amused about how she made her presence known. He was about ready to ask her what was going on.

Only the opportunity never presented itself for she jumped him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She essentially shoved her tongue down his throat in a passionate kiss.

Harry was in desperate need for some stress release, given the fucked up nature of the night that he was having so far. His hands explored her body and leaned into her kiss.

Harry pulled down her dress and cupped her bra clad breasts. Sarah moaned in response when he worked her over. He reached around and unclipped her bra to allow them to roam free. She closed her eyes when he slowly worked her over. He was going to make her scream for it, beg for it. He worked her over for a fever pitch when he kept working his hands down lower down her body.

He pulled back her panties. She was wet and ready to go. There was no reason to stave off what was going to happen. He pulled down his pants and his shorts.

He jammed his hard cock into her, fucking her against the wall. She moaned when he spiked into her.

"Guess, you've got more than you've bargained for," Harry grunted. He could feel her tight pussy clamp down onto him.

She dug her nails into the back of his neck when he thrust into her. She looked at him with a smoldering look in her eyes. "We'll see….oh we'll see….."

Harry bit on the side of her neck. She bit down on his shoulder in response when he was done. She somehow stifled the moans that passed through her body. His throbbing manhood assaulted her pussy.

Sarah could feel him go into her. She could feel her back ache when he pounded her up against the wall. She gripped him when he slipped into her.

He slid out of her and denied her an orgasm. Sarah panted but things were about ready to get rough.

He brought her over to the glass door looking over to the balcony. She felt like she should give a feeble protest.

"Harry, anyone can see us," she managed.

"You know, anyone can walk in and see us right now," Harry said. He fingered her from behind when he held her against the door. That caused her to moan deeply when he played with her. "But, I guess you love living on the edge, don't you?"

"Yes," she panted. Harry's finger rotated into her dripping hot hole and he drove her to an orgasm.

As fun as this was, Harry had a far different hole in mind that he could have some fun with. His throbbing hard cock situated at the edge of her anus. He pushed deep inside her and caused her to moan when he went balls deep into her ass.

"Yes, fuck me, fuck me hard," Sarah begged.

He grabbed her hips and roughly pumped into her ass when he pressed her against the glass door. His hands reached around and he cupped her breasts roughly. Her tight ass clamped around him when he pounded into her.

He made sure that her pussy got the proper amount of stimulation as well. He roughly fingered it. In response to these actions, she was gushing. Her hot juices spilled out onto his fingers when Harry kept working her over to a fever pitch. He thrust deep into her tight hole and the juices stuck to his fingers when he kept working her over.

"Yes, oh yes," Sarah moaned. He placed his fingers up towards her mouth. They stained with her cum.

She greedily sucked on his fingers in response. His throbbing manhood in her ass and his fingers soaked in her cum began to push her to a delicious edge. Her nipples grew harder.

"You're going to cum so hard, but you enjoy having my cock up your ass, being fucked like a slut against this door, knowing anyone can see it, don't you?" Harry asked. He punctuated those last few words with a series of rapid fire thrusts that really got her going.

"Yes, yes, yes, I do," she moaned. She barely was able to hold on when he planted his throbbing rod into her tight anal cavity. It seemed the deeper he went, the more pleasure she received.

"I bet you like me pulling your hair, don't you?" Harry asked. She squealed in response when he grabbed onto her strawberry blonde hair and yanked it.

Sarah closed her eyes and enjoyed the orgasm flowing into her. Harry's rough cock kept plowing into her ass.

Her pussy tightened again and it almost felt like there was a second cock in there, the way that Harry manipulated it. She was too racked by the sex to really care.

Harry smiled when he kept working her over. His finger pushed deep into her body and he slid deep into her depths. He expanded his finger with a nice little trip and pumped it into her. The thickness stretched her dripping hot cunt out.

Sarah gave one last needy moan when his finger slid in and out of her.

"Take it out, take it out on my ass," she begged him. She felt his heavy cum loaded balls slap against him.

The end was near and she was bringing him to a greater depth of pleasure. He slid himself deep into her tight ass when he rammed into her.

She could feel his cum loaded balls spiked against her tight ass. He worked up a fever pitch against her and she knew that the edge was here.

His probing finger made her cum over and over again. One hand dug into her pussy and the other hand alternated between pulling her hair and playing with her tits. Sarah was beyond words, but why go with words when moans would do. His throbbing hard cock impacted her tight ass when he went into her depths. She gave a mewling moan when he kept plowing her.

Harry groaned. The end was here. He impacted his load of cum into her tight, hot ass. His balls emptied the load out into her, splattering into her tight bowels.

She slumped down, satisfied. Harry pulled her up to her feet and they engaged in a heated kiss, before both of them got dressed.

"We'll pick this up later," she remarked, walking a bit awkwardly. She did cover it well though.

A hotel room pushed open to reveal Julian Gregory Day, the Calendar Man. He was dressed in the clothes from the maintenance worker than met his end, and he wore a baseball bat over his head. He pushed the cart out of his room and headed towards the direction of a nearby elevator. The hallway was pretty much cleared, leaving his path completely clear.

He reached the elevator and hit the call button. He mentally counted down the seconds in his head but he didn't have to wait too long before the elevator opened. The doors slid open.

Two females exited the elevator. He recognized them as Alexandra Potter and Kate Kane. Their clothes were rumpled along with their hair.

Day didn't pay them much mind. A couple of socialites didn't matter to the grand scheme of his vision. He pushed back away from her.

Faora noticed him right away when he walked out of the elevator. She couldn't do anything because Kate was right there.

'Har, he's here, dressed as a maintenance man, he's heading on down, he's got a cart,' Faora thought to him.

'I'll contact Bruce and let him know, and then I'm heading on down with Sarah to deal with him,' Harry responded.

Faora nodded and she offered a crisp smile. 'Right.'

They might have just had the bastard. They'll see.

Catwoman ducked the charging fist of one of the mobsters. She jumped up into the air and nailed one of them in the face with a sickening roundhouse like kick. She was really taking it to Falcone's faction of mob. In fact, this particular fight took place in the penthouse apartment that he decided to take over at the Royal Hotel.

She didn't really mean to engage the thugs in battle. It was just one of those things that happened. One of them stumbled upon her slipping into the place. He managed to raise the alarm before she could knock him out.

Selina took advantage of the close quarters and the fact they couldn't shoot her if they didn't want to hit their allies. They rushed her, and she disarmed them. She took them out one at a time.

Anyone who pulled a gun on her, she utilized her claws across their forearm or blinded them with her claws with a quick swipe across the forehead.

She had to admit all of the hand to hand that she got into with Nightwing during her games was doing her rather good. Also, the few run ins with Batman also helped raise her to a new level, although if she was honest, those weren't nearly as fun as her games with Nightwing.

She finished it up, making sure that there was no me in the shadows. She saw one lurking there and cracked her whip, forcing him to move. She nailed him with a kick, sending him flying into an overturned cart.

Now it was off to Falcone's study, where she was going before she was rudely interrupted. Selina stopped and frowned when she heard the sound of a loud hurried conversation. The person inside sounded like he was trying to keep quiet yet at the same time, he was far too agitated to keep completely quiet.

Selina's eyes averted towards a hefty looking vase by the side of the door. She quietly picked it up and edged towards the door. She was able to make out some of the conversation, along with who's talking.

"Yes, yes, yes, I understand….I am calm!" Alberto Falcone said. He was doing deep breathing exercises in and out. He appeared to be in the midst of a panic attack and he called up his psychiatrist to help out.

As she opened the door, Catwoman wondered who his doctor was. You'd have to be a bit strange to deal with an oddball like that. Never the less, she took aim and fired. The vase hurled across the room and nailed Alberto across the back of the head.

He slid to the floor with a thump, completely knocked out. Slowly, she slinked over to the phone and picked it up. She rather teasingly purred into it.

"Little Alberto can't come to the phone right now, please leave a message after the click."

She let the phone rest with a decisive click. Now that little weasel was knocked out, that gave her time to scan the room extremely carefully. Selina was on the hunt to find what she was looking for. Carefully she slunk over to the side towards a painting on the left side of the wall.

She pulled it open to reveal a safe. It didn't take her that long to crack it, given that it was pretty generic and one that the Hotel provides for their patron's use. Selina practically purred when she cracked the safe open.

It was not a surprise when she found documents within the safe. The felonious feline snapped photos with her phone.

She spotted jewelry locked in three safe boxes within it that belonged to Carmine's mother, wife, and grandmother. Apparently, Sofia decided to have brought it with her to Gotham. She decided, since it was Christmas, she left the jewelry belonging to Sofia's mother in tact.

She did however take the jewelry belonging to Carmine's mother and grandmother. She carefully closed the safe, getting what she came for. Now that she was down, Catwoman moved carefully towards the door.

The woman was caught off guard to see the door of the study slowly open. Recovering instantly, she threw herself up against the wall next to the door and carefully flicked off the lights.

Carmine Falcone entered the room carefully. He was confused. A little bit ago, he got a call from his son's doctor who warned him something happened to his youngest son. Like the concerned father he is, even though Alberto turned out to be a disappointed, he left the party. He returned to the apartment to check on his son.

He was surprised with how quiet it was but he chalked it all to all of his men going out. It was rather dark inside. Carmine reached around to flick on the lights.

Before he could do that, he saw a flash of light. He screamed in absolute agony when a pair of razor sharp claws slashed open the right side of his face. To be precise, they catch him high up on the edge of his face right next to his nose. They cut downwards towards his jawbone.

Before he had a chance to really register what happened, someone kneed him really hard in the stomach. This someone grabbed him by the hair and forced him down to his hands and knees.

He could hear a sultry female voice purr in his ear. "Something to remember me by, Carmine."

She knocked him unconscious with a stomp to the back of his head. Carmine didn't even look at his attacker before he blacked out.

Harry and Sarah were both fully dressed, even if their clothes were rumpled. They made their way down the stairwell leading to the basement.

"He's most likely in the generator room since that's where an explosion would do the most damage to this Hotel," Harry said.

Sarah frowned when she walked down the steps with him. "Wouldn't it be the Boiler room?"

"Traditionally, yes," Harry agreed. He quickened him steps. "Day is smarter than that and as an inventor he would whip up something that would do a lot of damage. Then he would plant it where it would do the most damage."

They step out of the stairwell and reached the generator room. The moment they reached the door, it looked like it had been broken into.

'Whoever Day rolled over for that outfit didn't have anything that would allow him to access the room,' Harry thought.

He stepped inside the room. It was fairly jarring how quiet it was. Normally a generator room would be noisy as hell. The machines must have been maintained well but nothing was maintained that well.

Both of them shared a quick glance with each other. Both decided that it would be best to stick together since all it took was a single moment for Day to get the drop on one of them. He was perfectly willing to kill with very little hesitation.

They searched the room high and low but it didn't take too long for them to find what they were searching for. They ran across a kneeling Day, who bent over a big object that was most certainly a bomb of some sort and one that he was in the process of rigging to explode.

Sarah aimed her gun at him and approached him. "Freeze, GCPD MCU!"

Day remained still and oddly calm. It seemed like a good long eternity when he didn't move.

"Put your hands in the air slowly."

Day turned around and swung the wrench at her. He slammed it at her at a force. The wrench flew from his hand seconds later but it did a good a job of disarming Sarah. She flew into Harry, who managed to catch her.

This momentary distraction caused Day to slip out of the room and made surprisingly good time despite his deformity.

"I'll get him, can you disable the bomb?" Sarah asked. She favored her arm slightly.

"Yes I can, but are you okay?" Harry asked her.

"I've had worse," she said.

Sarah made her way outside. She could see Day who had disarmed his gun from his side arm. He was a surprisingly good shot and Sarah had to duck and roll to avoid being hit by the bullet. She fired at him but he somehow avoided the attack. He moved fairly quickly or perhaps he was able to adapt with what he had.

Her arm stung from the impact of the wrench going into it. She took careful aim with the gun. Both of them continued their gunfight. Neither of them got very far.

Day was slowly backing off towards an exit, which lead onto the street above. Day turned and shot a fire extinguisher. It exploded and sent the contents spraying in every direction.

Day bolted towards the direction of the doorway when she was distracted. He slammed through it and rushed his way up the stairs.

He didn't get that far. A punch nailed him right in the face and he crumpled to the ground, knocked unconscious with a broken jaw. The Calendar Killer was knocked out by one punch.

The god damn Batman stood over Day, finally having caught him. He wasn't holding back out of anger for all of the deaths this man caused.

A groggy Calendar Man came too, to realize that he had been handcuffed. Sarah placed the gun at him until back up was arriving.

A pair of patrolman arrived, with Gordon and Bullock following.

"Finally got the scumbag!" Bullock cheered. He didn't take care not to step on Day when he walked forward.

As for Batman, he had disappeared into the night, as quickly as he appeared. The Calendar Killer was captured and the people of Gotham City could sleep a little bit better tonight.