Chapter Eighty-Five: Fall of Olympus Part Four.

Chapter Eighty-Five: Fall of Olympus Part Four. 

Doctor Helena Sandsmark sat behind of the wheel of her rather nice nineteen ninety-seven BMW 750i. She was just pulling out of the parking lot and head off to the location that Professor McElroy told her to meet her.

Once she was safely out of the parking lot and onto the road, Helena picked out her cell phone and dialed the number. She placed it to her ear and waited.

"Hello?" Diana asked over the other end of the phone.

"Hello, Diana," Helena said with a smile. "Something came up suddenly, and I need to meet Professor McElroy. I'm not sure how long it's going to take, but could you do me a favor and head over to my place to look after Cassie until I can get home? If that isn't too much of a problem, that is."

Diana waved that off with her tone of voice. "No trouble at all. Is everything okay?"

Helena racked her brain for some thoughts and she shook her head. She thought long and hard about the conversation that she had with Professor McElroy for a long moment. "I'm not quite certain. He seemed a bit shaky on the other end of the line."

Diana was about to say something, but Helena stepped over her words calmly.

"That really isn't that too uncommon of behavior because of him, he's always had a sharp mind," Helena mused. She made a sharp turn and continued to talk to Diana. "But after the accident, it's just him fitting into the absent minded professor category. He's just acting pretty much in character."

"Yes," Diana said, nodding. She worked with Helena for the past year and a half, and she was in close proximity with Professor McElroy. So she understood what he was saying. "I understand what you're saying. I'm on my way to pick up Donna from the mall and when I get there, I'll head over to your place."

"Thank you," Helena said graciously. "When I'm done, I'll meet you over there, but I'm really not sure how long that this is going to take."

Now that Diana was taken care of, Helena switched tracts and call Cassie. She figured that it would be best to let her know that Diana and Donna were coming over to look after her so she didn't have any nasty surprises. Helena dialed the number and waited.

The phone rang and rang and rang and rang. Helena was starting to get a bit impatient by the entire process of waiting. She tried not to lose her patience, especially when she was driving. "Come on, Cassie, pick up."

After another ring, Cassie finally answered the found. "Hello."

She sounded distinctly out of breathe when she picked up the phone.

"Why do you sound so out of breath?" Helena asked.

"Well, I just got out of the shower, and since it's so cold out and I didn't want to track the water out of the house, I needed to dry off first, and when I was done doing that, I went to get the phone upstairs," Cassie rambled without catching her breath. "I found out that the handset wasn't in the cradle, so I had to run downstairs to do it, but I ended up tripping into the counter and then….."

"Are you okay?" Helena asked in a concerned voice, cutting her daughter off.

"Yeah, I'm okay," Cassie said. The girl seemed to catch her breath long enough to answer the question. "Where are you anyway? You should be home by now."

"Something came up and I need to meet someone from work," Helena informed her daughter. That caused Cassie to let out an extremely disappointed whine and it was obvious why. Helena had been rather busy lately and she hadn't had nearly as much time to spend with her daughter as she would have liked. "I'm sorry, baby."

"I know," Cassie muttered. Her voice was shaky, but even at the same time. "You…you have responsibilities, I know."

"Donna and Diana are coming over to look after you until I get home," Helena informed her daughter.

Helena could almost hear the indistinct tone in her daughter's voice when she spoke. "Mom, I don't need a babysitter….wait did you say Donna and Diana?"

"Yes, I did," Helena said. She sounded almost amused by the words that her daughter spoke.

"I guess that would be fine," Cassie said, trying to play it cool. She failed, but at least she tried. "I mean, I don't really need a babysitter, but given that Diana and Donna will come over, I think that is kind of cool."

Helena chuckled in amused exasperation and shook her head. "Behave, I love you, and I'll be home as soon as my business wraps up."

"Okay, love you too," Cassie said. She was trying to play it cool and not act too overwhelmed that Diana and Donna were coming over. Even if her excitement was about ready to burst over and she was bouncing up and down on her heels.

Helena reached the location where she was supposed to meet Professor McElroy. It was a small office building near one of the bridges that lead from New Gotham into Old Gotham.

She saw the Professor standing near the front entrance of the building. Helena parked her car near the entrance nearby and got out.

He did seem to be a bit out of it.

"Is everything okay?" she called over towards him.

He shook his head when he looked over her with a smile. "Everything's fine, it's just that the break in, in the museum disrupted my work and it's going to take several days to break up the lost momentum."

Helena nodded, she was discussing the same thing with Diana a bit earlier. She decided that it would be best to get down to business.

"What did you want to see me about?" she asked him.

He paused long enough to consider her question for a moment. "I had a meeting with a private collector to do a consulting regarding an artifact that had been in his family's possession for several years. It's quite the marvelous piece, but the owner thought that it was Egyptian."

"You disagree, then," Helena said. McElroy nodded in response.

"I think that it may be Greek or Roman, but I cannot be for certain, since neither of my areas are of my particular expertise," he informed her. "I thought that it might be prudent to bring you in to take a look at it and we can split the consultation feel."

Helena nodded her head. So far this made a lot of sense.

"Lead the way," Helena replied.

He did so, leading the way, but stopped. "We're going to have to go to the back entrance since the front doors are locked tightly at five."

They made their way around to the back entrance. He unlocked it and lead her inside.

The moment Helena Sandsmark stepped inside; it felt like a wave of complete serenity washed over her body. Seconds later, she faded completely unconscious.

In the Arkham Ward at Black Gate Prison, Harleen Quinzel was having a conversation with Doctor Jonathan Crane.

Harley frowned, this was not going the way that she intended, but that was just how things went. She was trying to interview him, but it ended up her giving her a lecture.

"Fear doesn't discriminate, my dear, it knows no master, even the boldest, strongest man, knows fear," Crane whispered. He had one of those voices that was creepy and Harley suspected that it was done to add that effect. "There is no such thing as a man without fear. And anyone who claims to be without fear is deluding themselves and is deeply afraid with one thing. It will just take the right moment for that façade to crack. Even beyond the point of a person who acknowledges and strives to deal with their fear."

"Why don't you tell me a bit about your childhood?" Harleen asked. She was trying to stick to the questions on the board. "Most…"

"Yes, most psychosis is derived from some traumatic event a person has had in their childhood and normally within the first ten years of their life," Crane answered. "If you wish to know about my childhood, you might find that I knew fear from an early age. And I learned the effects that it can have on other people. How fear can bring the biggest bully on the block to his knees and turn him into a whimpering little girl."

"You're not having any problems with people who might…"

"They fear what I might do to them," Crane answered. "And fear is what drives me, it motivates them."

Harley continued to go through the checklist. He did answer the questions, in a roundabout way.

"And we're done for this evening," Harleen said.

"Are you afraid of what you might learn?" Crane asked.

"No, we're just done with the checklist, that's all," she informed him. She tried not to lose her cool, but if she was trying not to lose her cool, then why was she sweating so badly.

"The greatest fear of all is what we learn about ourselves," Crane commented wistfully. The woman was gone, but Crane was still in analytical mode. "Such a lovely girl, can't help, but be curious to see what will happen when her mind snaps."

Crane stretched his legs on the cot in his cell and after a long beat, the door of his cell opened. An intimidating African American guard stepped into the cell. Crane looked up at him with mild indifference.

"Alberto Falcone sends his regards."

Across the town in the Amusement Mile district of Old Gotham, there was a very odd, if not distinguished group of individuals. Oswald Cobblepot, better known as the Penguin was there. Dudley Dursley, better known as the Walrus, joined them and Tracey Buxton sat with them. The duo of Edgar Prince and Chang-Tzu spread out through the office, sitting on the chairs calmly.

Things were a bit tense earlier. Edgar leaned towards to the Penguin and his crew. "I think that we all got off on the wrong foot."

The Walrus snorted, but the Penguin gave him one of those looks and that caused him to shut up immediately.

"Yes, we all got off on the wrong foot," the Penguin answered. "We had guns pointed at each other, but that is all in the past yet. We should all focus on a common goal, namely that trollop that stole from both of our sides."

Magpie took off with the Crystal Egg of Y'gphu-Soggoth and the Penguin's money.

"Since we're all in a bind, there's no need for us to be bitter with each other," Penguin informed both sides. "Would you care for a drink or a cigar, perhaps? Only the finest imported here, you see."

The Penguin saw himself as a man of high class and sophistication. Edgar and Chang-Tzu exchanged a look with each other that indicated that no matter what image that he projected, he was not turning out too favorable.

"Yes, I would have a drink," Chang-Tzu agreed. It would be unwise to not be polite, given that they needed to work together.

"A cigar," Edgar confirmed. "I'm trying to cut back on the drinks."

Both of them had to admit that they were both good and it was a result of money well spent on the item.

"Let's cut to the chase," Edgar said. "That trollop has something that we both want. I eggspect that we can come to an agreement."

"I wish to offer you men a deal, to purchase the egg from you when we reacquire it," Penguin replied. "I will pay three times the price that I was going to pay Magpie."

"A generous offer, my friend, but one that I'm going to have to decline," Edgar said. His cousin nodded in response.

"Yes, we do have our own plans for the egg, it's far more valuable than to just give it away," Chang-Tzu continued. "It's not about the money though, it's about something that we've craved for an extremely long time."

Dudley was playing with his Gameboy and not really paying too much attention to the conversation at hand. He couldn't help but notice that particular tidbit and butted his way into the conversation. "What plans?"

"Yes, I'm curious as well what plans you have regarding this," Tracey added. "I'm not sure if we should trust him, continuing you might try and pull a fast one on the boss."

Chang-Tzu was in the opinion that women should be seen in the kitchen and in the bedroom, and not heard. Therefore, this particular intrusion did not go over so well for him. "Shut your mouth you insipid little girl."

Oyyy, you can't talk to me like that!" Tracey yelled. She turned to the Penguin. "You can't talk to me like that! Ozzie, tell him that he can't talk to me like that!"

Dudley became upset. He did have a bit of a thing for Tracey and was more upset because she was upset. Like the thug that he was, he bounced up to his feet and rushed Chang-Tzu.

What happened next was done in a blur. Chang-Tzu did the Kung-Fu that he does so well and ended up nailing him right in several pressure points in order to disable him. The Martial Artist then threw Dudley through an extremely expensive coffee table with a take down.

He maintained the grip on his arm and squeezed it. Before he could go in for any kind of kill, there was a large click of a gun being cocked behind him. "Back off!"

Chang looked up and saw that Cobblepot had an extremely large gun pointed at him from where he sat on a nearby desk. He blinked at the sight. He was well aware that despite his numerous flaws that the Penguin is a very good shot and there is no way he could miss from this short of distance.

He released the Walrus and threw his hands up in response. He stepped back.

Edgar watched in the shadows, keeping away from the action. He watched it with a look of glee in his eyes, and had to stop short of egging pretty much everyone on for his own entertainment.

Now, that bit of drama was out of the way, Cobblepot spun around. His ugly stare turned towards Tracey, who was helping Dudley off of the floor. "Shut up, the both of you!" I don't want to hear another peep out of you for the rest of the evening."

She let out another whine, but otherwise did what they told.

"Despite their boneheaded way of making their point, they do have a point," Cobblepot said. He stroked his chin. "I'm a bit curious about what you're planning to do with the egg."

He looked serious and the two cousins exchanged a searching look with each other.

"It wouldn't hurt to offer him a bit of reassurance, now would it?" Edgar asked. Chang shook his head in response. "It's nothing that will have a negative effect on your operations. But, until we have the egg and another item we cannot move on with our plan."

Cobblepot nodded slowly. That made a lot of sense.

"And now we should get along with the business of reacquiring our stolen property," Edgar concluded.

Harry returned home after he finished having dinner with Reilly, Gwen, and Barbara. Gwen and Reilly were going to stay in the Penthouse during their time in Gotham.

It had been an extremely long day for Harry so far. He headed off to bed after making out with Barbara and making her cum. Reilly and Gwen were staying in Barbara's room for the evening and Barbara crashed out in his.

The moment Harry's head hit the pillow he was out like the light. He woke up in what appeared to be some kind of Limbo dimension or Astral Plane. It wasn't where he needed to be right now. It threw him completely off.

Harry stood on a large floating rock that seemed to be defying gravity, along with several other floating rocks of various sizes, shapes, and forms. This was a rather interesting and new experience for him, or so it seemed.

He looked for the mysterious dream girl from a while back, but didn't find her. The goddesses or Ladies Death weren't around either. That meant that he wasn't brought here for a Booty Call, which did happen a fair bit.

Harry listened and he heard a very familiar sound. He couldn't identify it at first, but the further he got towards it, the more that he recognized it. The Phoenix Song rang in the distance. He headed off in the direction where it was coming from.

His sense of direction seemed to be off. Harry shook his head trying to keep his head on his shoulders. The more he traveled across plane, he could see some more flashes in the distance. It settled on several different women with bright red hair and green eyes. All of whom that looked like they could be twins and a couple resembled his mother.

At least they resembled Lily at first glance, although there were numerous differences between them that caught him off guard. It becomes quickly clear though that they were several different versions of the same woman.

The details were extremely hard to make out as well.

Harry arrived at the end of the road. He saw a girl with red hair and green eyes that appeared to be eight years old. She was not alone, as there was a sixteen year old version of the girl and a twenty one year old version standing next to her.

The eight year old version of the girl stepped forward to meet him with a morose expression dancing on her face.

"Things have changed."

The sixteen year old version of the girl stepped forward and smiled. "Everything has changed."

The sixteen year old version stepped towards the eight year old girl and they merged with each other.

"You must help you, you're the only one that can," the twenty year old version of the girl said, and she merged with the other two.

She stared at Harry and smiled.

With this message delivered, Harry woke up with a start, back in his bed. It was almost like he had never left. He took a moment to clear his head. To say his head was buzzing would be an understatement.

Several hours had passed, which was odd given that he was in that place for a short time.

With great difficulty, Harry untangled himself from Barbara. This was not done easily, and she let out a great whine of protest, before finally and reluctantly letting him go.

While it was pretty early, Harry didn't feel too particularly tired. He sat on the edge of his bed and contemplated what he wanted to do. He decided that it would be the best to get a head start on his day. A shower seemed like a pretty good idea and he headed to the bathroom to do exactly that.

He turned it to high, to a temperature that would scald most people, and then stepped inside. He closed his eyes and stuck his head under the faucet. He let out a sigh of relief since the water felt pretty good and he was pretty tense.

Harry let out a sigh of pleasure when a pair of soft, but fairly strong, hands started to wash and massage his neck and shoulders.

A pair of slender hands started to wash his legs as well, starting with his ankles. Another pair of hands started to wash his abdominal region. Their efforts felt heavenly and they worked over Harry's body.

Harry opened his eyes to see who decided to step into the shower with him. Harry is rather surprised to see that it was a trio of goddesses. Athena was blonde at the moment. Aphrodite had taken on the form of the red haired and green eyed girl from his dreams, and Artemis looked to be a sixteen year old version of Diana or maybe a slightly older Lyta. It was pretty hard to tell from this angle.

"Hello, my love," Aphrodite purred when she ran her hands all over her. It was obvious that even through the steam, the three beautiful goddesses were nude. "It's a shame that we got you so clean first, because we're just going to have to get you dirty again."

Her hands worked down his abdominal region and cupped his crotch lovingly. The other two pressed against his back.

"I'm certain that you're okay with this, aren't you?" Aphrodite whispered in his ear.

"Yes," Harry agreed. She got up to her feet and kissed Harry firmly on the lips, her tongue invading his mouth.

Things proved to get a bit more intense by each tick of the clock, as the three goddesses pampered their high priest. It was about to get steamy and it wasn't directly from the shower either.

Aphrodite ran her hands down Harry's wet body. Her slick hand made her way down his body. She felt the muscles of their high breast and she smiled. Her hand wrapped around his throbbing tool.

Harry groaned, Aprhodite's slick hand felt sinfully good wrapped around his tool and pumping it greedily. He could feel his cum churn to the base of his cock when she kept working him over. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed the ride. Her slick hand continued to work him over pumping her hand up and down on him.

Athena licked him from behind the air and then stepped forward. She pushed Artemis against the shower and playfully pushed her tongue into her mouth, kissing her in the most intense away.

"Take me, lover," Aphrodite demanded hotly. Her soft pussy lips wrapped around Harry's tool. "I've had all of the foreplay that I want and…..oh yes, like that."

She moaned when his tool went deep into her body. Every single nerve ending on her body exploded into a flurry of pleasure. His hands ran through her hair and caused her to close her eyes.

"Yes, I always love this body," Harry said lustfully.

The love goddess felt Harry's tool going into her. She felt him pump into her when he pushed her against the shower. Her perfect firm thighs wrapped around him.

"Yes, oh yes," she whimpered. She ran her hands around his neck.

Aphrodite could feel her hips push towards him. Her orgasm was about ready to burst forward. His tool buried deep in between her hot thighs when he continued to work into her.

She squealed when he pinched her ass.

"You like that, my goddess," Harry commented hungrily. He licked her nipples.

She nodded when she felt his hands run over her legs. "Touch me in all of the right places, that's it."

She allowed an orgasm to flow through. Harry held her back and kissed her hard. Her tongue wrestled with his.

Harry loved how much her soft, tight pussy worked him over. She heated up just enough. Her pussy grew snug the more that he worked into her.

"Going to make you pop, yet," she told him cockily. His tongue brushed against her stiff nipple and he played with it.

"Working on it right about now," Harry groaned. He felt her slick walls continue to caress him when he worked in and out of her.

Athena knew that she was next. She rubbed her clit and allowed her fellow goddess to pass Harry off to her.

Harry grabbed her breasts and squeezed them. The Goddess of wisdom moaned, when Artemis got between Aphrodite's legs and licked her.

"That's good spot," the love goddess moaned.

"How about it?" Harry asked. His cock was slick with Aphrodite's juices. His rod slid against her dripping slit. "How do you want it?"

"Inside me," Athena begged him. He rubbed her thighs and teased her. His hands grabbed her ass and he pushed his tongue into her mouth with a sensational kiss.

Harry pushed into her tight cunt. She spread her legs out. Her wet and wild center clamped down onto him.

The goddess grabbed onto Harry's shoulder and wrapped her legs around him to make sure that she didn't slip on the shoulder. He allowed her to spread her legs onto him and bring down her cunt onto him.

Harry groaned when Athena's tight walls closed around him.

"How do you stay so tight?" Harry whispered.

"Perk of being a goddess," she informed him. She brought herself down onto his tool.

Her nerve endings exploded when his cock pushed into her. It touched all of those spots that drove her completely wild. He grabbed onto her ass and clenched it tightly.

Artemis licked the love goddess, paying tribute to her, waiting for her turn. The thought of Har-Zod inside her got her about as wet as it one could get.

"Such an able tongue," Aphrodite mewled. "Lick deeper, take it deep inside me."

Harry plowed himself into Athena one more time. She clenched her hand around his shoulder and held on for the amazing ride.

Athena thought that she would feel her limit right now. He was slowly easing her towards an orgasm. She bit down on her lip.

"No, I want to hear you scream when you have my cock in you," Harry said. He firmly grabbed her hair and looked into her eyes, his forceful stare blasting into her eyes.

Athena's dripping hot cunt clamped around him. She screamed and she was a good screamer. Her orgasm fired through her body. Her tight cunt slid around him when she pushed herself down.

Harry felt her cunt wrap around him like a hot glove. She was made breathless.

"My turn," Artemis said eagerly. She walked towards Harry, swaying her hips when she faced him. She grabbed his throbbing tool and played with him. "Please, I need this, I need you inside me."

"No problem," Harry informed her. He held her hips when he aimed his tool towards her dripping hot opening.

Artemis bit down on her lip. Her virginally tight walls stretched out when Harry entered her. Each inch that entered her tight body caused her body to flow with an orgasmic joy. Her hand wrapped around his arm.

"Yes, that's it," she moaned.

"I'm sure that it is, such a nice and tight body," Harry said. He pumped himself into her. Her tightness clamped around him and milked him.

"I want it all," she begged him.

Aphrodite made her way behind Artemis and inserted her tongue into her ass. That caused the goddess to scream.

Athena crawled her way between Aphrodite's legs and started to lick her. This spurred the love goddess on to higher heights.

Harry held onto her Artemis and pulled almost all the way out of her. He could see her hips push closer towards him.

"Aren't we eager?" Harry asked her. He rubbed his finger and pleasured her pussy. He slid hard into her.

Artemis's wet and eager cunt caressed him. She moaned when he entered her body again. He held her around the hair and forced his tongue into the mouth.

Harry pumped his throbbing tool into her tight cunt. The woman's legs wrapped around his body when she pulled him closer to be inside her and her nails dug into his shoulder. He kept hammering into her.

Artemis was at the edge and she felt immense pleasure. Her dripping hot cunt slid around his tool.

She finally lost her balance and was guided gently down to the ground.

Aphrodite got to her feet with a cocky smirk on her face. She walked over and grabbed Harry around his still throbbing cock.

"Well," she stated, allowing her hair to flip over her face. "I guess that I'm going to have to pick up the slack for these two yet again."

She ran her hand up and down his cock and smiled. She allowed him to enter her.

Harry grabbed Aphrodite and the two of them now sunk onto a bed which appeared in their midst. Her hot lips engulfed his throbbing tool. It felt like pure heaven to be engulfed in this nice sheath of womanhood.

"Just relax, baby, and let me have my fun," Aphrodite informed him. She started to ride him hard.

"Oh, I think that we're going to have plenty of fun," Harry said. He reached around and grabbed her breasts. He started to squeeze and fondle them. "Both of us."

"Oh yes, yes, we're both going to have a lot of fun," Aphrodite agreed when she kept bouncing up and down on his mighty rod. Her hot lips caressed around him when she nearly pulled herself up. She made sure that her hot lips wrapped around his tool.

The goddess balanced herself on Harry's chest and rode him hard. Her nice breasts swayed before him. He touched her nipples and got her squealing. The love goddess bit down on her lip when she pushed herself deep down onto him. Her walls clenched when she kept riding him. Her hot wetness tightened around him when she kept rocking herself up and down on him.

"Make me feel that, oh yes, baby, make me feel that," she told him.

Aphrodite could feel him into her. She felt his throbbing cock enter her body. His hands touched pretty much every inch of her body. She was about ready to feel him finish her off. Her wet walls caressed his manhood when he entered her from beneath.

"Yes, oh yes, oh baby," she whimpered.

"I'm about ready to cum," Harry warned her. Her hips tightened around him when she rocked herself up and down.

"Yes, give me your gift," she begged him.

The other two goddesses were about to join them in the bedroom that Aphrodite teleported them into. Aphrodite rode Harry's cock like a cowgirl. Her hot pussy clenched him when she brought herself down onto them.

Both of them came together. It felt extremely blissful when the explosion of pleasure struck both of them.

Aphrodite wrapped her legs around Harry's waist and laid her head on his shoulder when she relaxed. Athena's head was rested in Harry's lap and Artemis placed herself on the other side.

"This has been an interesting night," Athena concluded. She could feel Harry's hands slowly playing with her blonde hair.

"Your dreams seem to be a harbinger of things to come," Aphrodite said.

Harry nodded in response, that always did seem to be the case. His dreams showed a lot about the future that was to come.

"So, I wonder what this was a sign for," Harry said.

"You'll find out too soon," Aphrodite informed him. "There's still plenty of time, and I think that I want another helping."

She nudged Athena out of the way and the Goddess of Wisdom pouted. Aphrodite slunk her way down towards Harry.

Her hot mouth brought Harry straight to heaven one more time. He closed his eyes and enjoyed her.

Magpie arrived in one of the rougher parts of Old Gotham, lugging two large cases in tow. Despite the extra weight, she was able to move quickly from roof top to roof top, away from her meeting with Cobblepot.

She didn't regret her impulsive decision to take both the shiny and the money. It was an opportunity that was presented for her, so she would be a fool not to take it.

But, despite the fact that she was of questionable sanity, it was likely that she pissed off the Penguin as a result.

'Going to need to make myself scarce,' Magpie thought to herself. 'Or find and buy myself some protection.'

That was readily available in Gotham if you knew the right people. The problem with that line of thought is that mafia like factions like the Falcones, Maronis, and the Commission did not particularly like the costume set. That left the Red Hood and Black Mask. One of whom was an adrenaline junkie that was too stupid to be afraid of people like the Penguin and the Masterminds of Crime. The other one was currently in an alliance with the Penguin.

There was a chance that he might not give her up if the money was right, but she didn't want to risk the chance he would.

Magpie came to a conclusion. It was best to take a third option, which was to sell the Egg to the other party that was interested in buying it from her. With that done, her costume identity could go into hiding until the heat blows over.

The person wasn't willing to pay her nearly as much as the Penguin did. It was still a nice amount of money, and when you add that onto the money that was already stolen from the Penguin, it was a nice windfall to begin with.

She came to a decision about how to proceed from there and halted her momentum on a roof, with ample amount of cover.

Magpie slipped into the shadows and prepared to make the call without being seen. Reaching into her coat pocket, she pulled out a disposable cell phone and quickly dialed the number.

The phone rang several times. A refined sounding and well-mannered older gentleman answered the phone. "Yes?"

He spoke in a soft spoken and very precise English accent.

"I changed my mind about selling the item to you, and I wonder if you're still interested in it," Magpie commented. "If you are interested in it, it's still available for purchase."

There was a long pause and the person on the other end of the phone offered one word. "Wonderful."

"Where can I meet you for the drop off of the goods?" she asked.

"If it's to your liking, I can meet you at a parking garage close to the old Gotham City library building," the man offered her.

Magpie considered that for a moment. "Hmmm…that would be fine."

She hung up the phone, dropped to the ground, and crushed it underneath her heal. She made her way into the night.

The man on the other end of the room stood in a dimly lit room. There were books upon books on the shelves, it redefined the term stalker cave or man cave. That was if said cave was owned by some insufferable know-it all.

The individual in question sat in an extremely comfortable arm chair. It sat behind a desk that was literally stacked with books, nearly reaching through the ceilings. He was dressed in a manner that would not look out of place in the 19th century, with a brown suit and a hat with thick spectacles. He was a middle aged man and obviously not one that would hold in a fight.

He rose from the chair and made his way carefully to the bookcase from across the room and to the left of him. He reached up to adjust the light on his hat carefully. He quickly scanned the title of the book that he was looking for.

It was an extremely thick and old tome. It was titled The History of Vicente Christoples, the High Priest of Y'ggphu-Soggoth. With a satisfied smirk on his face, the Bookworm pulled the tome off of the shelf and moved back to his desk.

It was around three AM in the morning. Diana was still at the Sandsmark residence with Donna. She frowned, Helena hadn't arrived yet from her meeting with Professor McElroy. That wasn't entirely too uncommon for her though to remain at a location overnight.

What was out of character for her was not to call and inform the person that was looking after Cassie about that fact beforehand.

Diana woke up and was sitting up after feeling the same jolt that Harry felt. After confirming that Harry was okay, she tried to get in touch with Helena several times.

The bond indicated Helena was still alive, but since she was rather new to it, there was no way that she could contact her over it or pinpoint her exact location. Plus, if she was unconscious, it would be hard for her to response.

Diana paced back and forth after she got off of the couch. She carefully considered her options and frowned when she thought about the problem.

'Jaime,' Diana said through the bond.

Jaime was acting as mission support for this evening since both Harry and Barbara took the night off. 'Yes, Diana, how can I help you?'

'Can you do me a favor and give me Helena's location based off of the GPS build into her cell phone?' Diana asked her.

Jaime already had a pretty good idea what was going through Diana's mind, since she's been pretty active since the moment she woke up. The Potter woman punched the information into the cell phone.

'This can't be right,' Jamie stated in shock.

Diana jumped in, her curiosity getting the better of her. 'What is it, what can't be right?' 

'Helena's phone says that it's showing her at Arkham,' Jaime said. She said it, she saw it, and she honestly didn't believe it.

'That's far from where she should be though,' Kara interjected.

'Yes, wasn't Arkham closed for about thirty years?' Pamela added.

'Yes, it was,' Jaime commented on through the bond link. She frowned when she thought about that. 'Let me check to see if that isn't an error in the tracking somehow.'

Jaime jumped into looking through the information and she frowned.

'No, it says the same thing, she's in Arkham island or rather her phone seems to be on Arkham Island,' Jaime informed them.

Dinah jumped onto the bond link. 'I'll check things out, but it might take me a while to get there. I'm clear on the other end of the city and I just got caught up in a rash of renewed gang violence. All of the factions are out of hand and I'm neck deep in all of that.'

'No, that's fine,' Diana said. 'I'll check things out anyway, since I'm closer anyway.'

Diana got up. She wore only a pair of panties and a t-shirt, which was not really good for her to go out. She moved upstairs to Helena's bedroom and slipped on some clothes.

After she got on a pair of extremely tight leather pants that molded to her ass, Diana moved towards Cassie's bedroom.

Cassie was sleeping on her bed, peacefully. Donna was crashed out on the sleeping bag on the floor.

"Donna, wake up," Diana said gently, stroking her sister's hair.

"Five more minutes, mother," Donna grumbled in a sleepy voice.

Diana leaned down towards her. "I'm not your mother and we don't have five more minutes."

She cupped her hand over Donna's mouth with her left hand and pinched her rear with her right hand. That caused Donna to wake up with a start.

"What is it?" Donna grumbled when she spoke to her sister.

"Helena hasn't called in and she's not answering her cell phone," Diana told her. Donna looked at her and grew somber. "Make sure Cassie gets to school on time."

"Right," Donna said in a groggy voice.

"I'm going to go out and look for her," Diana said.

"Be….be careful then," Donna said. She slipped back into the sleeping back and got back to bed.

Diana shook her head with a smile on her face and an exasperated look to match. She bent down and gave Donna a nice kiss on the top of her head.

She did the same to Cassie, who didn't stir. She crashed into dream land.

With that done, Diana slipped back down stairs. She slipped on the black jacket that Harry had custom made for her as a Christmas present.

The Amazon Princess smiled when she wore a nice black leather jacket, a tight red top, and a pair of extremely tight leather pants that formed around her muscular legs and ass.

'Could you try to track Helena's movements over the past couple of hours?' Diana asked Jaime.

Jaime frowned when she popped on through the bond link. 'I'll see what I can do.'

A passed out Professor William Omaha McElroy was propped against a wall in Crime Alley. An empty bottle of scotch was resting on the ground next to him and he smelled of scotch as well. It gave off the impression that he was drunk.

He slowly woke up with a groan and a frown appeared on his face. "Where the devil am I?"

McElroy tried to piece together what happened in the back of his mind. There was one thing that he could remember with clarity and that was a knock on his office door before one of the Security guards let inside a very attractive young woman. He could barely remember her features, but if he recalled correctly, her facial features resembled one Helena Sandsmark's. Her hair was blonde, but the distinctive features were there.

A loud thumping passed into the back of the head. He pulled himself to his feet, using the closest wall. A groan passed through his body when he tried to recall the night that was. Apparently the young woman….he couldn't quite remember her name, but it was Greek or Egyptian sounding In origin, wanted him to look over the artifact that he had in his possession.

He did and they had dinner and both had a bit too much to drink. The fractured recollection indicated that things got pretty steamy.

McElroy recalled that he had to beat a hasty retreat when her boyfriend or maybe husband or roommate come home unexpectedly, thus causing him to beat a hasty retreat. He isn't quite certain how he came to be passed out in an alleyway.

Little did he know, those memories were planted in his head, but they were real enough for him to fill in the plants.

McElroy shook off the cobwebs and he smiled when he walked out of the alleyway with a bit of a spring to his steps, humming the "King Tut" tune as done by Steve Martin.