Chapter Twenty Five: Battle for Old Gotham Part Four.

Chapter Twenty Five: Battle for Old Gotham Part Four.

"So, now, it's a matter of the waiting game," Harry said after he made the two phone calls that he did. He understood that there might be a huge problem. "The GCPD and the press, they should be able to, when combined, force enough pressure to all the police into Old Gotham."

Batman nodded, although he pretty much figured out which reporter Harry called. She would be the only reporter in Gotham City that would be brazen enough to step into the line of fire. As for the person in the GCPD, well he had no idea, although he had his guesses. Whether or not they were right, well he was not saying.

"Fog's getting pretty bad," Harry mused as he looked forward. In addition to his natural X-Ray vision, he had enhanced vision built into his mask. Dinah had the same thing at his disposal and he would be shocked beyond all shock if Batman did not have something built into his mask as well. In fact, he would be willing to stake his life on the fact that the dark avenger of the night had something like that built into his mask.

Before this conversation could go any further, there was a nasty and quite British voice that popped up on the Penguin's channel. "Listen up you fucks. I hear that you bloody wankers haven't gotten your hands on the casino like I told you lot. So I'm going to make things crystal clear. I want you to take the fucking casino and I want you to take the fucking casino yesterday. It ain't even that hard of a thought to wrap your heads around it. I ain't paying you fucks and equipping you with the latest state of the art equipment and weapons just for you sit there with your thumb up your asses. Now get it done, or don't bloody think you'd be coming home any time soon."

Batman and Nightwing exchanged a glance; they could not help but think that there was something a bit familiar about that voice. Granted it was a bit garbled from the way it was coming in, Nightwing managed to get a bit of a clearer feed off of the Penguin's transmission.

'Curious,' Harry thought as he wondered what was going to happen next. Never the less, he clicked it through his mind.

Of course, there was barely a moment to rest as the radio chatter of Black Mask tended to pick up.

"Yeah, the Penguin's men….the fucker thinks he's so slick, thinking that he can pull one over on the boss, but the boss, he thinks three, four, five, steps ahead of all of those assholes," the goon said in a gruff voice.

"Well, that's the boss for ya," a goon said as he cracked his knuckles. He was getting ready to get to work and then soon. "So, if we get to the casino first…."

"I heard you the first time, we'd cut off the Penguin's men at the knee, fucking puffed up bird, thinks he's the king shit in Gotham City," the thug said as he walked forward.

"Man, fog's rolling in fast….."

"Which is all the more reason to get this done and get this done soon," the goon stated as he drummed his fingers, nervously clutching a pipe in his hand. He was not going to mince words, this could potentially get ugly and he did not want to be there if the boss got failed.

"So, let's go, what are we waiting for?"

"Nothing, don't get your panties in a knot," one of them grumbled as they kept walking forward. Things were heating up in the worst way.

Black Mask's men were planning an ambush on the Penguin's men and the rest of the mob would no doubt be involved as well.

In fact, a group of them was holed up on a corner, some of them bleeding. The trio was about ready to deal with these problems but there was a large crack of what sounded like thunder in the distance. Then the police radio kicked in immediately with the frantic sound of chatter and the even more frantic voice of James Gordon.

"What the fuck are your men doing?" Gordon demanded hotly.

"Just following orders, Gordon, as I told you," Branden replied harshly. "No one gets in, no one gets out, until I get word from high up that says otherwise."

"There are….."

"Are you deaf Gordon or just stupid?" Branden asked as his snipers were in position. "Everyone stays in Old Gotham until the orders are given."

Harry was not going to say much of anything. The Casino situation was a ticking time bomb and he was pretty sure that Branden's men might also be taking some shots at innocent civilians in the distance as well. The powder keg got more heated and it was ready to explode.

"Batman, you and Black Canary can take care of the situation at the Casino," Harry said to them and there was an unasked question that Harry answered. "As for me, I'm going to take at the snipers."

People who shouldn't have been killed likely have been killed. Harry would have to play this game carefully not to throw himself into the line of fire. With that thought, the green eyed wizard vanished into the night, along with the Canary and the Bat.

"This is Vicki Vale, live on the scene in one of the most chaotic incidents to hit Gotham City in a while, right outside of the Gotham Pioneer Bridge," Vicki said breathlessly as her camera man stepped perilously close to the line of fine. "While the situation has blown up between three, perhaps four of the rival gang factions, the area around the bridge has been quarantined off due to the Gotham City SWAT. Why this is….well I'll try and find out the answer to…."

A gunshot echoed in the distance could be heard but Vicki never once broke her stride, she kept pressing on.

The shouting voices of Howard Branden and James Gordon could be heard and the argument between these two gentlemen was escalating in sheer intensity. Vicki watched it, her eyes going as wide as saucers and her mouth hanging open halfway. There was one word that slipped from her mouth as the two men went back and forth and that was "wow".

"Wow" continued to be the word of the day.

"Your men can't even tell the difference between civilians and thugs!" Gordon yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Anyone who gets in the way of the protection of the city, will be mowed down," Branden said, a crazed expression in his eyes.

"Is that a threat, Branden?" Gordon demanded him and Branden grunted, calmly enlightening Gordon on the facts of the matter.

"I don't make threats, I make promises, so step off and let me do my job," Branden said as he made sure to keep his gaze on the snipers. Until the orders changed, these men knew what to do.

Vicki watched the battle, thankful that the two of them were so focused on each other, that they did not notice he reporting. She was hidden mostly behind a van but at the same time, she had a bird's eye view.

"Branden's SWAT may have attacked civilians in their zeal to quell the gang violence, we need to wonder if common sense has not prevailed in this situation," Vicki whispered intensely as she stood in the shadows as she saw more bodies arrive. The sounds of gunshots in the distance masked her movement. The fog that she could also see in the distance, added to the eerie atmosphere. That being said, it gave more cover. "We're going to try and get a close shot at the situation on the bridge."

"You need to let people through, there are innocent lives on the line," John said, as it was becoming obvious that Branden's orders to shoot anyone coming out of Old Gotham was preventing people from fleeing when they had a chance. Park Row was a particularly nasty location.

"Listen up here, Jones, I don't have to do anything, and you need to back off….all of you and let me do my job," Branden said quite nastily as he stood there, staring them down, challenging them to do anything.

Vicki whistled but she tried not to allow herself to be seen. She could have sworn that they were about to come her way. She motioned for her crew to be quiet.

"Maybe we should get out of here," one of them whispered but the arguing on the bridge got even more intense between Gordon and Branden.

"Don't you….."

"All I'm trying to tell you….."

"Innocent people are….."

"It's been a problem spot for years, if anything….."

Vicki continued to report. "The GCPD is trying to reach a peaceful resolution, although how many will die? One must wonder what is the stance of Commissioner Loeb or Chief O'Hara is during this situation or even where they are at this tension filled hour. I will stick with you, no matter how long it takes, to get you the live and on the spot coverage for this breaking event, but for right now…."

"Montoya, what's your status!" the loud and very prominent voice of Harvey Bullock bellowed. "We're on the bridge, where are you, I thought that you said that you were in Park Row…."

"I am in Park Row," Renee said patiently. "In a bar, there were explosions, I'm holed up inside, we got a few injured, we're trying to get in touch with medical personnel but….."

"Son of bitch Branden wouldn't let any in the city, rookie," Bullock said gruffly. "Do what you can for these people, Jimbo's trying to get it sorted out but he might as well be banging his head into a brick wall."

"Understood," Renee said tensely, thinking that things were going to get a lot better before they were going to get a lot worse.

Vicki let that all sink in for only a second. "If you hadn't managed to pick that up, then allow me to repeat, Gotham City SWAT is taking their orders not to allow anyone in or out of the city to the letter, and that includes people who are in desperate need of medical attention. One must wonder what the game is with these people, if there is a game at all. I will hopefully have the answers before too long, as this powder keg threatens to explode. This is Vicki Vale live on the scene and if more breaks, you'll be the first to know it."

Dinah would have to admit, the new costume that Harry created for her, it was working like a charm, pun sort of intended. Never the less, it was a lot easier to move around in this costume as there were a lot fewer problems from where she stood. She shifted her weight as the material wrapped around her and she continued to step forward.

The gadgets were secondary to the costume, because gadgets did not make the crime fighter. But damn if they sure helped. She had a grapnel gun that allowed her to travel seamlessly from roof top to roof top about as well as Batman did.

The utility grenades were multipurpose and she utilized them to great effect as she hurled them. There were smoke grenades, flashbang grenades, and grenades that packed quite the concussive blow to knock out her enemies. All and all, any way that you sliced it, they were effective.

She held the escrima sticks in her hands, ready for action. Both of them could be locked together to form a staff which to take her opponents down with, or they can be utilized as a pair of nunchaku, to bludgeon her opponents. They were made with the same material as Harry's throwing daggers which seemed to work well.

As she thought, gear did not make the hero, but damn sure if it did not help. Harry was packed with a lot of gadgets despite having the infinite abilities of magic at his disposal. His reasoning was sound, not wanting to rely on his powers unless it was an emergency. She was sure that he kept them trained for such an emergency and she did not want to fall back on the trap of relying on her Canary Cry too much or too often.

Swiftly, Dinah joined Batman as they approached the sounds of gunfire calmly.

The four way battle for Old Gotham was getting intense, but their eyes were on the prize and the Gotham City Casino was nearly within reach.

"Maroni's men wiped out the Roman's, many I tell you, it was brutal, no one in there survived," a man on the radio stated in a completely somber voice.

"Yeah, shit's nuts in there, isn't it?" the man asked as he shook his head.

"You can say that again," the thug said as Black Mask's gang were making their way there. The Penguin's men were also on their way there, and the gunshots tapered off for barely enough time to get them to think.

Maroni's men were covering all of the windows and all of the doors. Anyone who was not of their gang had been ordered to be killed by Zucco, who was not taking any shit. The blood spilled in the Casino was immense and Falcone's men lost their shit.

Mario Falcone managed to recoup, likely scrambling up whatever reinforcements that he could get on such short notice. It was hard to take a head count when things were becoming more like a body count. Shots had been fired.

Penguin's men were on the roof top, knowing that their boss's patience ran fairly thin and they knew that there was going to be little to no time that should have been wasted with what was occurring.

"Keep it up, don't…."

"We know," the man said as Black Mask's men moved in. It was obvious that they were using roof tops as cover and alleyways right there.

Batman saw them looking right at them and Black Canary's eyes widened as they came under gunfire. This forced the two crime fighters to take cover.

'Should be obvious then, if they saw you, you should assume that the others know that you're there and act accordingly,' Harry thought to her.

'Just worry about what you're doing on the Bridge, we'll figure out how to help those two,' Faora thought as the gunfire was loud and they made an honest attempt to do Black Canary and Batman in with one fell swoop. 'There are hostiles….well on all sides….'

'Feels like we're in the middle of a war zone,' Black Canary thought as she shook her head and there was a second where Diana offered him the grimmest conclusion.

'That's because you are in a war zone,' Diana said.

'And the Penguin's men, they are pretty well equipped,' Dinah thought, she was almost sure that they had some sensors on that could track any movement, even in the darkness.

She was about ready to consult Batman for his input but he had slipped into the night, without so much as a warning and without consulting her. Dinah would have sighed and face palmed if she had not wanted to give her position away. For right now, they stopped shooting at where she was, she was well hidden, of course maybe that was because they were shooting at each other.

'So, if my guess is right, Batman is going to go over that cluster of Penguin thugs on the roof top, because they pose the most immediately danger,' Dinah thought and she pulled out an EMP device, it was untested in a large group. Now was as good of a time as any to run a field test.

She considered a smoke grenade as well but with the thick fog, it was quite of redundant.

The EMP device was hurled across to the roof top. She waited, a few seconds which seemed like many minutes, until a loud pop went off.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!" someone screamed at the top of their lungs. The goggles that Penguin's men wore shorted out and caused them to become rather disoriented as the lights flashed in their faces.

Batman swooped down and with swift precision, he took them down. The sound of cracking bones could be heard, as the goons were too preoccupied with their lost of vision to notice that they were being knocked around on the roof, at least until they were rendered completely and utterly unconscious. The pavement broke with a series of large cracks as they hit the ground.

The Penguin's goons suffered broken bones, and more than their fair share of bumps and bruises.

Diana created a staff with her sticks, darting towards the nearest pocket of Black Mask's men. Taking advantage of the distraction by the chaos, she swiped it. There was a huge thunderous smack as she nailed him in the face. A series of blunt forces rocked them.

"Let's go!" Mario Falcone yelled as he led his men away from the line of fire. Now that they were not pinned down by the gunfire in the parking lot, they could get out of there, regroup, and figure out their next move.

Several downed thugs were taken out as Batman and Black Canary met in the middle.

She held her tongue about reprimanding him about the running off, feeling that it would not do much good anyway, and the result was the same anyway.

Nightwing kept to the shadows, scoping out all of the snipers.

'Eight of them,' Harry thought to Faora, as he waited for confirmation of what she had on that end.

'Yes, eight of them,' Faora agreed, ensuring Har-Zod's movements were as smooth as they could be. With generous help from Diana, Nym, Jaime, and Zatanna.

'It would be a lot easier if the SWAT weren't for sale at every turn,' Karen thought, there were a lot of rumors that the SWAT were up to the highest bidder, naturally it was hard to do anything.

'Well, I think that the luxury of an easy life has long since passed, don't you agree?' Harry thought as he snuck up on the closest sniper. He had to time his movements right, hoping to isolate him. He had a feeling that one dropped to the ground, the others could potentially notice. It was all about that proper timing as he snuck up on this man.

His arms wrapped around the throat of the sniper and a rear naked choke put him down to the ground. He blacked out and Harry quickly disappeared into the shadows before he was noticed.

'One on your right would be the easiest to take out, I think,' Nym suggested.

'Great minds think alike,' Harry said, it was a sound suggestion and one that he was about to undertake himself. However the fact that Nym thought that would be the best action, really showed things up. The green eyed wizard went down underneath the man.

Suddenly, the man was kicked in the face hard and then rammed off of the wall. Harry bounced back off and nailed the second sniper before he could blink with a huge hammer blow like elbow. He jumped into the shadows, holding the line as three of the eight snipers were taken down.

"There's someone here!" one of the men shouted, finally noticing the three downed men.

A flash bang was thrown into the distance and two of the snipers walked forward, leaving the third very exposed.

A large flying punch, enhanced my magic, nailed the sniper in the back of his head. The bullets were sent back into the shadows where Harry was ten seconds ago.

The snipers that were on the roof were nervous, they had seen their fellow snipers go down. There was another one parked behind the car and then seconds later, he was knocked down, like a blunt force drama blasted him across the back of the neck.

'Those two near the bridge are going to be a problem,' Faora thought to him. 'There's a lot of light there and it's hard to really get through there.'

'A lot of light, a lot of fog as well,' Kara suggested as she reminded Faora of that fact. Just because she was in Smallville, it did not mean that she could not take control of the festivities and that was what she did, from where she was.

'She does have a point,' Karen said as she tried to get on the police radio to see what was going on. There seemed to be a lot of frantic chatter regarding what Braden was doing getting out.

'And they haven't figured out that Miss Vale has been reporting on what's been happening?' Zatanna asked.

'To the best of my knowledge, they haven't put two and two together,' Harry said as he jumped high into the air and caused the sniper to shoot in what he perceived as a threat in the mist.

He turned around enough, allowed him with a punch to the back of the sniper's head. He thumped down just like that and Harry moved.

Then there was one and Harry was about ready to put him down as well. He zipped and went around the shadows, keeping his eyes locked on the prize of the sniper.

"What the hell is going on here?" he asked, losing his head and suddenly, he was roped up from behind. His ankles clenched together and he landed face first onto the ground. He was grabbed around the head and planted face first into the ground.

Harry double checked what was happening and took a sigh of relief. He was pretty sure that he took them all out and waited to see the shit storm that was about ready to kick off.

'Snipers are taken care of, although I'm going to make one last sweep just to make sure they're all taken care of,' Harry thought to the girls and there were nods. 'So, Dinah, how are things heading off towards the area of the Casino?'

'Batman and I have taken care of most of the problem areas,' Dinah thought as she placed her hands on the back of her head and brushed her hair out or her face. She had a bad feeling of foreboding that she had to share with the rest of the group. 'It might be one of those calm before the storm type situations, though.'

'Yes, I would have to agree,' Jaime said, as she checked the police radio. 'Some gang violence but not as insane as it was about an hour ago. Your plan seems to have worked.'

'Let's hope it stays working,' Harry said and that was a sentiment that could be agreed by with all of them. He had a couple of close shaves but it was all in the name of drawing those snipers out.

Harvey arrived and as suggested, he was not alone. The news that he heard, both over the radio and the television, was grim and the gunshots, while not as prominent as they were about an hour ago, could still be heard often enough to cause a concern. He opened the car door and the individual stepped out.

He was an imposing individual with the hints of an Irish accent, but no one could mistake him for a walking Irish stereotype. His younger brother Miles, that was another story entirely, one half expected him to come with a pack of leprechauns in tow every time he showed up.

The man was a middle aged man, with white hair and a mustache. He had a couple of scars, indicating that he was a grizzled cop and not one that someone wanted to fuck with. He took an intense step forward and his teeth gritted. He walked up and saw Gordon, Branden, Bullock, and Jones on the bridge. His name was Chief Clancy O'Hara of the Gotham City police force.

"Wish you would have found me sooner Dent, but guess it couldn't be helped," O'Hara said as he marched towards the scene on the bridge. "What's going on?"

"Chief O'Hara, there's no reason for you to be here, I have the matter under control," Branden said and O'Hara stared him down as he turned to Gordon.

"Gordon, explain to me what the hell is going on," O'Hara said to him but Branden side stepped Gordon before he had a chance to even draw breath.

"Chief…."

"Did I stutter?" O'Hara asked as he stared down Branden with intimidation. The SWAT leader stepped back, cowed. "I asked for Gordon to give me the status report, you don't look like Gordon. So, Gordon, what is it?"

Gordon prepared to describe what happened in detail. "There are people who are trapped inside, and they are unable to get out and no medical personnel is allowed to get in. Branden refuses to allow us inside the city and the gang violence is going to continue."

O'Hara knew that was just the Cliff's notes of what was happening but he turned towards Branden, given him an ugly and quite pointed scowl. "Just who the fuck are you working for, Branden?

"No one, sir…..the GCPD Swat is under my complete jurisdiction and I felt that it was the best course of action," Branden said, smoothly, hoping that he could minimize the damage.

O'Hara gazed upon Branden with a raised eyebrow and he was not satisfied with Braden's answers. Especially given that the man hesitated before giving him a straight answer and there was something about his tone that indicated he was going to dig his heels in getting things done. Unless of course O'Hara gave him the swift boot he needed.

"I did what I thought was the best course of action for this situation, sir," Branden persisted but O'Hara was not too happy with that statement.

"Do you honestly expect me to believe that load of shit?" O'Hara asked as he rose up to his full height and stared Branden, backing him down further. "I'll tell you what the best course of action is and I want you to do it."

Branden braced himself for orders that he knew would put his head on the chopping block with certain people but if Loeb or O'Hara gave him orders, he could not really deny them.

"I'm going to tell you what you need to do," O'Hara continued, his Irish accent sharp and brutal, showing that he was not a man to piss with and he had a bit of a temper as well. "I'm ordering you to get your snipers off of the bridge. I'm ordering you to stop blockading the police from doing their job. And I'm ordering you to get your fucking ass into gear and get the SWAT into old Gotham and do your job."

Branden stepped back and stomped his feet on the ground, not unlike a three year old. He grumbled underneath his breath in a slightly biting tone towards O'Hara. "Yes, sir."

He practically spat this words out as he stormed off and no sooner did Branden leave, Dent turned to Gordon and O'Hara.

"You do realize that he's spewing bullshit," Dent said to them but Gordon was the one who answered the question.

"Legally, we can't do anything," Gordon said and there was an instant where he looked up to where the snipers were supposed to be as of five minutes ago but they were taken out, just like that in one shot. The group exchanged tense looks and wondered what happened. Granted, they had their hunches but none of them could prove it.

It was almost three thirty in the morning and the scene was the Ace Chemical Plant, where Batman and Black Canary were already waiting. It was calm, a bit too calm for their liking but they were waiting for the third of their number to make his return.

"Long night," Black Canary said and Batman nodded, but then again, both of them had the same night. They were fatigued and given that they were used to going in for the long haul, that said a lot.

The two of them were a bit out of it and then the third individual showed up, Nightwing dropped down from the sky. Despite the fact that he should and was the best off out of the three of them, he still looked like he was running a marathon.

"Now, with the hand of the GCPD forced, things should cool down, but…..this isn't really over, yet," Nightwing stated and Batman gave his own two cents as only Batman could.

"It's merely the calm before another storm," Batman said as he looked around and while the violence was done, the aftershock of the causalities, well it was just picking up. "The four sides….they're not going to let this go, they've already divided up the area in old Gotham."

"Just a battle in a war," Harry said as he looked at him. "So, have you come to the conclusion that you may in fact need some help from time to time?"

There was a pregnant pause before Batman stated one thing, firmly as he could be. "Yes."

"Fair enough," Harry said as he held his hands out. "I know the reason why you do what you do, but you could become obsessed as the people that you're fighting if you don't find a way to walk that tightrope carefully."

Batman nodded grimly, he understood more than ever before about this. His eyes were fixed forward but Nightwing was not done.

"Although you do need to work on your communication skills," Nightwing said and Black Canary nodded in agreement. "We got lucky tonight but if we're not all the same page again, things could turn ugly, in a hurry."

"I'll keep that in mind," Batman said but he did not say anything else other than that.

"So, you decided to give up on the voice," Nightwing said and that statement came so out of the blue that Batman had to hesitate. There was a few seconds where he stared other vigilante of the night in Gotham down before he responded in the most honest tone that he could muster.

"It was hurting my throat," Batman admitted and Nightwing nodded, his jaw set.

"Fair enough," Nightwing replied crisply.

The group took a few seconds to enjoy the calmness of the night air in Gotham City. Batman turned his attention off of the two of them for a second and was about to turn back towards them. There was one problem however, both Nightwing and Black Canary vanished into the night without a trace.

"That's beginning to get annoying."

"Tonight, was a very fruitful night for success. Go ahead, drink up, drink up."

Oswald Cobblepot was in a good mood, and while many people thought that he would have been in a bad mood, they would be wrong. Those people were not looking at the big picture and the Penguin's plot to gain a foothold in the city bore some excellent fruit. And the grin on his face was quite terrifying to say the very least.

Mr. Carpenter, The Walrus, and Tracey Buxton all stood there, as glasses of champagne were pulled.

"It's like a dream, you got control of all Amusement Mile," Tracey said as she tipped back the champagne glass and stood, her arm wrapped around his.

"Yes, I would have been pleased pink with the docks, but this, well this is just bloody fucking excellent," the Penguin said as he tipped his drink back and saluted the skies. The Police showed up and kind of cut the night short but it didn't really matter in the end because he got the territory that he wanted and then some more.

"And some of the dumber members of our gang….well we thinned them out," Mr. Carpenter said as he took a swig of the wine, pleased with himself.

"Yeah, that was the perfect opportunity to trim the fat," The Walrus said as he let out a loud belch and dug into the food that had been applied, obviously not carrying that he got nothing on the floor. That's why they had hired help.

Not that the Penguin's table manners were any better, he acted like a walking garbage disposal as he filled his mouth up, nearly choking on the food as he slipped it into his mouth.

Tracey calmly drank her drink, wondering if table manners were lost among the three.

The phone rang and the Penguin leaned over, a jovial expression on his face. He knew that things were going to happen and they were going to happen well.

"Rupert!" The Penguin said in a jovial voice. "No….no, it worked like a charm my old boy, I have everything that I needed and more. Got a good foot in the city. Sure all of the cockroaches aren't completely exterminated but the fuckers are running scared. And I've got nothing but my best men left, so I'm on the top of the world. So worked well, Rupert, my old boy, yes, of course, I'll talk to you later, you have a good morning yourself, I know I am."

The Penguin was not even concerned about the loss of the high class weapons because the Roman had already purchased them before he got sent off to the land of craziness, so all he cared about was the cool profit that he made.

Sure those dumbfucks shot up the Casino but that was just a minor problem. And Falcone's and Maroni's men shot up each other just as much which it would have left the Penguin less issues to deal with. The cagey criminal smiled widely as he took another drink and toasted his success.

"Dudley, my old boy, things are looking up for us, and it's only going to get better from here," the Penguin said as he looked at the Walrus who smiled.

It was only the first phase of a long term plan and the Gotham City Crime Boss allowed his inner circle to drink and be merry. Why shouldn't they celebrate, they all did well?"

Harry and Dinah returned to the Lair in a Stupor and they were greeted but Faora, Diana, Jaime, and Zatanna greeted them at the edge of the Lair, practically pouncing them.

"You know if you're not careful, we're going to suffer more injuries from you girls jumping us than we do out there," Dinah said lightly and the two of them made their way down to the beds that were set up at the medical area.

"That was a stressful situation," Jaime said as she closed her fist together and she shook her head. She was on Mission Control and it was tension filled. Needless to say, she did have a good enough idea of what it was like to be out there.

"But you're back in one piece," Diana said as the group was helping Harry and Dinah get out of their clothes as the doors of the lairs slid open, allowing Penny to get to them, baring bandages and food and she walked towards them.

"Knew the moment that you got back," Penny said as she walked over and there was a few seconds where she tried to figure out everything that she had to do. The dark haired witch prepared to perform diagnosis to see what the damage was. First, she started with Harry.

Sure enough, there didn't need to be much of a worry for Harry, granted that he had a few bumps and bruises, but there was really nothing that was too alarming. Except for one of the bruises on Harry's side that was nasty looking.

"Did you….did you get shot?" Jaime asked him.

"Well, if I did, I don't exactly remember it," Harry said in a fairly dismissive voice, as he thought about what happened. The adrenaline must have been pumping very high.

Faora tried to go through the armor to see if the bullet that might have pierced Harry's side might have been left there so she could figure out what they had to deal with but sure enough, there was really nothing there.

Zatanna healed Harry quickly as Diana walked behind him. Her hands were on his bare shoulders, seeing how tense that he was. Her hands ran up and down his back and the green eyed wizard felt the pleasure that coursed through him. Her talented hands rubbed up and down his back.

Now it was Dinah's turn to get the going over on Penny. She sat there in a pair of bra and panties, waiting for her turn to get the nice going over.

"Pretty banged up, but it could be worse, much worse," Penny said as she performed the necessary healing magic as Diana continued to massage Harry as Zatanna curled up on Harry's lap. Harry's strong arms wrapped around her body and held the dark haired sorceress onto his lap. She closed her eyes and there was a few seconds where she took a long breath.

"Yes, it could be," Dinah agreed as she felt Faora's skilled hands on her shoulders. She slowly succumbed to the motions with the blonde offering a sigh as she kept massaging her shoulders. "That was a pretty fucked up situation out there."

Jaime looked at her with a raised eyebrow and there was one statement that went out of her mouth. "You don't say."

"I do say," Dinah said as she went over the events of the evening through his mind. The blonde's mind was going over the entire night's events and Harry jumped in with a few words of his own.

"Yes, fucked up, that might not be scratching the surfaces," Harry said as he placed his hands together. He paused and soaked in the actions that his Alpha was doing, running her hands down his shoulders. "We were put in a no-win situation and it was lucky that we minimized all of the causalities we could."

"And there were some likely in the opening stages of the incident," Faora said and that was true. She ran her hands down Dinah's soft shoulders and paused. "But you did deal with the situation the best you could."

"Yes….but we all thought that it could have been better," Dinah agreed as she swallowed and felt the heat rise through her body as Faora's talented hands worked over her shoulders.

"If we could figure out what most of their game is, we might have done something sooner, but we stopped them from getting their hands on the Casino," Harry said as he felt Diana's hands run up and down his back. He could feel something twitch in his shorts as Zatanna ran her hands down his abs, and smiled at him, giving him a smoldering gaze as she leaned forward, showcasing a little bit of her cleavage.

She grinded her ass onto his cock to tease him just a little bit.

"It was a bad night for some, but I guess it turned out," Jaime said as she leaned back for a second. "Although we proved that we have a good set up down here."

"That's for sure," Harry agreed, while he thought that there could be a lot of changes to make, he thought that they were doing pretty well all things considered.

Harry decided that it was now time to take some drastic action and he decided that he could have a choice between Diana, who was working over his back, or Zatanna, who was working over his front. It was times like this where Harry was glad that he had the options and he was also glad that he could split in half.

Harry wrapped his arms around Zatanna and kissed her madly, with a second Harry going at Diana and tackling her firmly to the bed, working his hands underneath her undergarments.

Dinah did the same thing, spun around and kissed Faora firmly on the lips. Naturally Faora returned the kiss passionately on her own and the two of them had their tongues tangled together in the supreme amount of passion, with Faora being tipped back onto the bed as Dinah assaulted the Kryptonian female's mouth with her tongue.

Zatanna closed her eyes as Harry kissed her madly and explored her body, slowly and sexually cupping her breasts. The girl's mind was running wild as her mate worked her over. His hands explored her breasts, reaching down her hips, and running down her legs and cupping her ass. The dark haired girl felt the pleasure and Harry cupped her dripping hot pussy, rubbing her lips and causing her to pant with pleasure.

Zatanna was not in the mood to wait around however, as she grabbed Harry's cock and pumped it a few times until it was to full hardness. Then with the greatest of ease, she turned Harry around, straddling his lap and allowed it to slide into her pussy as she sank down onto it.

"Yes," Zatanna breathed as her wet walls expanded to accommodate Harry's throbbing tool as it pushed in and out of the woman. Her tightness snugly wrapped around him as she started to bounce herself up and down.

Harry grabbed her breasts which were exposed and ready for him. He marveled at the horniness of this young girl and he squeezed a tit once again. Her walls clenched around him and his cock was squeezed with her orgasm.

"Oh, that feels so good," Harry whispered as he kissed and licked her breasts, actions which drove the girl completely wild. His tool buried into her snatch.

Diana had been brought down onto the bed by Harry and his cock had sunk into her from behind. She felt the welcome intrusion of her husband's actions as he pumped in and out of her, and she watched Dinah on her hands and knees between Faora's legs.

Dinah's tongue was between Faora's moist thighs. The Kryptonian woman reacted rather hotly to her ministrations and her hips bucked up.

"That's it, oh that's so it," Faora moaned as suddenly Jaime's pussy was placed her face as she was laid out. The woman licked out her sister's pussy and she grinded her dripping hot cunt over her face.

"Such a good fucking mouth," Jaime moaned as she watched Dinah eat Faora's pussy.

Diana, with a mischievous glint on her face, stuck her tongue up Dinah's ass as she ate Faora's pussy. Harry continued to plow into Diana's hot pussy from behind.

"Oh….that's really fucking hot," Harry grunted as he hung onto her breasts and roamed up to paw her breasts. His touches channeled magical energy and sexual energy through her.

Penny was backed against the wall, quite literally, by another Harry dupe. She gave a whimper as Harry kissed her neck, touching all of the sensitive spots and his hand explored down, cupping her tender and moist womanhood. She breathed in and out as Harry reached between her legs, fondling her hot center and sticking his fingers between her thighs, which caused her mind to go completely wild with what happened.

"Yes," Penny moaned as Harry pumped his fingers in and out of her and his mouth latched around her nipple, sucking it. Her mind was being bombarded with all of the pleasurable sensations. "PLEASE, Harry, I don't think that I could take it any more."

"Good things come to those who wait, Penny," Harry breathed as his fingers skimmed her stomach and the hot brunette shivered. His cock head was this close to being placed inside her and her dripping hot slit eagerly drooled for the moment where he would ravish her just like that. Her hips lifted up and down, trying to push his member inside of him.

"Don't….wait….don't want to wait," Penny breathed as her hot slit beckoned for his hard rod and Harry smiled as he grabbed her hips.

She screamed in pure pleasure as he rammed himself inside her. All twelve inches of his cock sank into her really tight pussy and the resistance made it a pleasurable experience for both. He pinned her against the wall and nailed her, with her hips working back against him.

"Oh, that pussy feels so fucking good, take me with it," Harry grunted.

"Yes, yes, my lord," Penny moaned as she grabbed his shoulder, sinking her nails into it and she clamped down onto his hard rod as she milked his incoming thrusts.

Harry took her alright, each thrust caused pure sexual fire to explode through her loins and it set her mind on the most pleasurable journey. Her walls clamped around him as Harry kept pumping into that delightfully tight cunt. She moaned as she sank her fingers into his shoulder and he kept spearing into her, bringing her mind to even more lust filled scenarios. She had a half lidded grin as Harry worked her pussy over and it was so amazing to feel what she had to offer.

Zatanna was hanging on, bouncing up and down upon him, riding him but Harry decided to pull out which caused her to whine.

"I want to fuck this beautiful thing," Harry said as he slapped her ass which caused Zee to squeal.

"Yes, please," Zatanna said as she got on her hands and knees and wiggled her ass towards Harry. "WRECK ME!"

Harry brushed his length against the edge of her asshole and was this close to entering her. Her ass cheeks was tight and he could not wait to ruin her. His rod was this close to entering her and he then plunged into her, stretching out her ass.

"YES!" Zatanna screamed as he plunged his rod deep between her tight buns. He worked his fingers into her pussy, channeling sexual magic through them which added to her stimulation.

Jaime felt Faora's suction and she nearly was coming undone. Her mind was being bombarded with so much pleasure that it could hardly be described.

"Yes, wreck that bitch!" Jaime begged as he saw Harry hammering around against Penny against the wall. She was hanging on but that was beside the point because she pretty much figured that Penny had the foresight to take one of those potions beforehand.

Although Harry managed to keep things to the test as he worked Penny's pussy, expanding it with his rod. He saw the situation with Faora eating Jaime's pussy as Dinah ate Faora's and Diana licked out Dinah from behind.

The hot situation caused him to pound Penny into the wall and she hung on. She had a couple more good orgasms left in her.

"Don't hold back, give me everything!" Penny moaned as she clamped around Harry's rod and Harry smiled at her.

"Everything is a lot," Harry warned her and she gave him a smoldering grin.

"I know, so do it," she whimpered as she hung onto Harry's grabbing onto his forearm and squeezing him.

He did give her everything and Penny hung on for far longer than anyone could expect but she had met her match. Her pussy was pounded into jelly and the orgasm that exploded through her body caused drool to fly out of her mouth.

"My turn," Jaime whimpered as she left Faora's mouth and flew over, sinking herself down onto Harry's cock.

His hard cock entered her extremely wet and very willing pussy. Her hips pumped down onto him as she had Harry pressed against the wall and her lips kissed him madly. There was a moment where Harry lost his mind but he stayed the course. He cupped her breasts.

Faora's mouth was feeling very vacated but Dinah decided to swing things around.

'Time to return the favor,' Dinah told her and Faora was most agreeable to that as two girls laid in an amazing sixty nine position with each other.

That left Dinah's ass primed and ready for the taking and another Harry dupe appeared, hovering over her. He was ready to take that ass, as amazing as it was.

'Are you going to look or are you going to do?' Dinah asked cocking and his throbbing head was against the edge of her ass. The wizard grabbed her hips and speared deep into her ass.

She moaned into Faora's pussy, which caused the girl to cum on her face. Harry's rock hard cock spearing her ass felt so good and she was about ready to come undone. His rod went deep into her ass, rocking back into her.

"That's very tight, I like it," Harry grunted as he felt her tight ass as the rod continued to work against his ass cheeks. There was a moment where he paused and allowed her to savor the moment and savor his cock deep into her ass.

Zatanna was fucked into a drooling stupor, with her cunt clamping down around him and Harry pulled out of her and rolled her over.

"Still there," Harry whispered to her and Zee nodded her head, as she presented her hot and pink pussy, ready for him.

"Yes, ready, ready forever," Zatanna whimpered and Harry's member slid into her one more time. His balls were about ready to drain into her and she was determined to get every drop of his cum before she drifted to sleep.

Harry pumped his rod into her pussy and her walls clamped around him. He held onto her hips and she closed her legs around him and tried to bring every last drop of cum deep out of her lover's balls.

"Cum for me, oh cum for me," Zatanna begged him as she grabbed her arms around him and her walls pumped right up against his rod. She was milking each thrust, seeing stars as another orgasm went through her, with Harry drawing it out and kissing her lips. She bit down on his lower lip in encouragement.

His balls throbbed and were about ready to drain into him. There appeared to be several explosions, with the prime version leading it off.

His hard rod explored her center and his balls throbbed as he brought himself deep into her. The first spurt of cum came off as Harry finished, emptying his load in all of the girls that he fucked.

Their minds exploded with pleasure but Harry had not completely wrecked all of the girls as of yet, so the games were just about to continue.

Several moments later, there were several girls that were trashed in the aftermath. There was one Harry, laying there with Dinah draping over one side of him, a content smile on her face. Faora rested near his lap, Diana was off on the floor, still tied up from the events, and Zatanna was also curled up towards Harry's opposite side.

Dinah's peaceful and cute snoring managed to lull him to sleep, where Harry would be able to crash for a couple of hours, after the amazing events that just occurred. He was sure that he could use a bit of shut eye after the night that was, at any rate.

Howard Branden walked from the central entrance of the GCPD headquarters where the SWAT was stationed. He was not too happy that O'Hara cracked the whip and forced him to comply with his orders. Orders that he had no choice but to obey for as they would ask too many questions. Loeb was not about to contradict what he was doing but O'Hara was and now Dent was nosing around in a place where she did not belong.

Branden heard about that fucking news report as well. The nosy bitch better watch herself, unless she wanted to have an accident. After all accidents could and did in fact happen in Gotham City, especially amongst reporters who got in the way of his job.

"SON OF A BITCH!"

Those words spilled out of Branden's mouth as he was now hung upside down by the ankles, dangling from the edge of a gargoyle. Someone had plucked him off of the street and it happened so fast that he did not have a chance to rationalize it in his mind.

Seconds later, he came face to face with the one and only Nightwing.

"Son of a…..you made a mistake," Branden growled as he reached behind his back and tried to stab him with a concealed blade.

This action turned out to be a huge mistake as Harry caught his hand and twisted his arm around. There was a huge pop as his wrist was broken and then the man was draped over the side of the building. The knife fell to the ground, most certainly unable to be used.

He was grabbed by the throat and Nightwing dangled him from the edge of the building, his teeth gritting immediately.

"I'm going to make one thing perfectly clear to you and I want you to listen to me closely," Nightwing said as he stared down Branden who was refusing to back down, which was going to be a problem.

"I don't know who you think you are but you're not going to do anything to me, you no good son of a bitch," Branden spat back at him but the grip tightened around his throat as Nightwing pulled him closer, so they were nose to nose with each other. Then he spoke in the most blunt voice one could imagine a person speak to another.

"Listen to me very closely. I might not have enough evidence to throw you into Blackgate and have them throw away the key like an animal like you belongs. I will one day. However, I will tell you one thing and I hope that this haunts you for the rest of your fucking life. If you ever put any more innocent lives in danger, I will hunt you down and I will kill you. Is that understood?"

Branden nodded his head up and down fearfully and Nightwing left him hanging there to think about what he just did.

'You scare me sometimes, Harry, I did mention that before, didn't I?' Emily asked and there were several cheers from the bond.

'I know, it's amazing,' Ginny, Astoria, Amanda, Lyta, and Bellatrix all said in unison.

Harry swung off into the night, leaving Branden hanging like the scum he was.