Chapter Seventy-Nine: Twelve Days of Christmas Part Five.

Chapter Seventy-Nine: Twelve Days of Christmas Part Five.

The location of the Calendar Man was finally pinpointed. That left Batman in position to arrive at the location that they indicated where the Calendar Man was supposed to be. It was believed, perhaps foolishly by some, that this could be wrapped up before Christmas.

Batman staked out the apartment where the Calendar Killer was supposed to take up residence in. It was a pretty expensive, very exclusive apartment complex in one of the nicer districts of Gotham. Batman deduced that either the Calendar Man was pretty well off or at least he was well off enough someone who was.

"A closer address would be ideal," Batman commented.

"We can't have everything that we want," Talon reported. She was dry when she worked on her mission support role. "But I've been able to isolate everything down to a general area. Narrowed down to an apartment on the seventeenth floor. And no need to thank me, I can already sense your appreciation."

Batman made his way up to the rooftop and adjusted his HUD so it functioned in line with how the map was. That allowed him to better pinpoint the general location. The detective was in position, all he would need to do is find a way inside and he would have it.

He slipped carefully through the rooftop access point. Dropping down to the ground, he positioned himself and followed the display.

Batman reached what he wanted. It was a corner apartment which he promptly picked the lock. He slipped into the apartment quietly.

The apartment was empty. There wasn't any trace of anyone inside. And it appeared at first glance that the person who owned the apartment had not been inside for quite some time.

Batman, ever the detective, wasn't about to give up without a closer look around the apartment. He searched it from top to bottom for several minutes until he came to one grim conclusion.

There was no clue as to who the Calendar Killer's truly was.

"No fingerprints or anything that indicates any kind of person every lived here," Batman said. "And it almost seems like no one has lived here. I'm going to pass you alone the unit number and the dress before searching the apartment more carefully."

"Right," Talon commented. The information was transferred for her. "Got it."

Batman continued to search the apartment. It appeared to be a futile search at first.

There was a door that was at the end of the hallway. He looked closely and there were signs that it was recently accessed, even though there were no finger prints.

He pushed the door open and walked inside what appeared to be some kind of shrine or perhaps a Stalker Cave would be a better description. He took notice of all of the calendars that was on the wall. Most of them featured dates prominently that have already passed. A great number of them went back an extremely long way and were an interesting look into the psychosis of this madman. A quick search saw the calendars went back as far as Nineteen-Eighty.

Significant dates marked off on the calendar and there were newspaper articles clipped to them regarding the day in question. This also included some crimes he committed in the past. Those stretched out all the way to last spring, although they were on the smaller end of things scale wise. It was as if the Calendar Killer tested the water.

There was no location regarding future crimes though. That portion of the investigating was completely lacking. He frowned and looked underneath the desk for anything that would be available.

He noticed a very familiar bomb that was underneath the desk. They resembled the ones the suspect turned up at him.

"I found something," Batman said.

"I wondering if you did, you got quiet, even for you," Talon replied. She decided to get straight to the point. "What did you find?"

"The killer took a lot of information with him, anything that might hint to what he's planning," Batman told her. "It's more of an archive to his past crimes, a shrine to what happened in the past, and a shrine to the past."

Jaime took a few seconds to sink that information in.

"He left the bombs here, but they were all disarmed," Batman continued. "And he has several calendars here."

"Do they tell you anything?" Talon asked.

Batman's voice became slightly annoyed by this line of questioning. "It dates back to a couple of days ago but it's an archive more than anything. The calendars were all made by the same company."

He scanned the room to get the information that was needed back to Talon. They hadn't been able to find any information about future crimes but if there was one scrap of evidence here, they would be able to locate what was going on.

"No closer to capturing our target," Batman said. "It's best if with contact the GCPD, and inform them what they'll find here."

Talon sounded smug. "I guess great minds thing alike, because that's exactly what I'm doing."

Batman gave one last sweep around the area. He was searching for something, anything. The fact there wasn't a fingerprint, a trace of hair, a fingernail, or anything else indicated that the killer was extremely meticulous.

If his order got removed, then he would lose it. He would be sloppy and make mistakes. He already very nearly slipped up the other night.

Another group worked busily at the Clocktower. Nightwing, Talon ,Black Canary, and Oracle spread themselves throughout the control room. Information was the name of the game. They had a lot of information but it didn't really fit together in any conceivable way.

"If there's any luck, we can use some of this to put together a profile of the Calendar Killer," Nightwing said. He knew that they were one vital piece away from cracking the case. For all he knew, he had it right now, they just didn't know it. "And with any luck, we should find out exactly who he is."

"I don't suppose that having his address would help," Oracle commented dryly.

"In theory, it would be pretty easy, but nothing is this easy, especially in Gotham City," Talon answered back.

Oracle did some digging. Her frown grew even deeper when she ran through the information that she have.

"The person who owns that address, he doesn't match the profile of the person found in the alleyway," Oracle continued. Her frown got deeper when she got more information. "Most likely because the he is a she and it's an old woman who has been dead for ten years."

"That just makes things even more messed up," Nightwing added. "Maybe you can see if you can find anymore….."

"Well I've been able to find out that there's someone who has been making payments for about ten years or so," she commented. She wished that she had more information than she did. "I'll see if I can dig up information."

While she was doing that, Black Canary, Nightwing, and Talon went back to getting together a profile of the Calendar Killer. They needed to find out exactly who he was. They got a lot of information available to them but there was also a lot of questions that needed to be answered.

"Figure he's got to be an older male in his mid-thirties, maybe up to his mid-forties," Black Canary muttered. "It's unlikely he's any younger and older than that. He's short, around the area of about two hundred, two hundred twenty pounds or so."

"But the limp is the most obvious telltale sign of him," Harry commented. He snapped his fingers. "He's suffering from some kind of physical deformity. His right leg is shorter than his left leg and that's causing him to limp."

"And obviously, he's obsessed with dates and calendars," Talon said. "He's a man of routine, he's going to commit his crimes on certain dates of the month."

"And he won't deviate from that pattern," Nightwing replied. His frown got deeper. "And if there's something that causes him to deviate from that pattern, it's going to cause him to lose control."

"And that's when you think that he'll become desperate?" Black Canary asked. Nightwing responded by nodding in affirmation.

"And that's when I think he'll become desperate, once that routine is shaken," Nightwing responded. There was more than this that met the eye, they were sure.

"Don't forget the information Batman dug up," Talon reminded him. "There's plenty of evidence his past crimes are taking a lot longer than we thought at first. There were a couple of missing person cases filed last spring but it was mostly people who weren't going to be missed in the first place."

"And considering it's Gotham, it's not strange for people to go missing mysteriously," Black Canary added.

"He started on a smaller scale, but the scope of his crimes increased," Nightwing responded. "When he decided to start getting fixated on the dates, the urge to become bigger and more grandiose increased."

"The nine mothers on the nine month for labor day," Black Canary whispered. Nightwing nodded in response.

"Exactly."

Barbara looked at something and suddenly out of the blue she piped up.

"Ah ha!" she cheered. She would have pumped her fist up in the air in celebration if she didn't look too absurd about it. The three heroes turned towards her, looking at her strangely. She looked rather calm and collected. "Oh, I did some digging and I found out that a series of payments were made to the woman's bank account that matched the payments to the house."

Oracle continued to speak, trying not to look too smug and self assured with herself because no one liked that.

"I tracked those accounts back to a different bank, where it was a lot harder to track," Oracle stated. "There were a series of small payments that were being made into it that worked out to the amount that was transferred into the woman's bank account. I tracked them back to a single account belonging to one man."

Oracle decided to leave the information hanging. Nightwing leaned into her, with an imploring eyebrow raised when he looked at her.

"Well don't leave us in suspense."

"His name is Julian Gregory Day and he is suffering from a severe form of a leg length inequality," Oracle said.

The gazes of Black Canary, Talon, and Nightwing met each other. It was becoming obvious that this was their man.

"And what's more, he's a fairly skilled inventor," Oracle continued. She was getting more excited when she described the information she found. She was almost like an overexcited second grader giving a book report about their favorite book. "He created a very sleek combination of calendar clocks."

"So why exactly did he have Dumpler work on the devices that were used in the Veteran's Day bombing?" Talon asked.

"Not sure," Oracle commented. "He's now the sole owner of a business that provides office supplies. And it should be no surprise that there's a focus on calendars and clocks of various sorts. And he used to be partner with a man named William Temple Fugate."

"What happened to Fugate?" Nightwing asked.

"He ended up getting bought out," Oracle informed him.

Talon was surprised about something and she was bound to say about that much. "Day, now that the name rings a bell."

"How does it ring a bell?" Black Canary asked.

"I had a meeting for him for an office supply contract," Talon said. It was obvious that there was something about Day she considered to be a poor recommendation. "I ended up going with a different company since there was something about him that didn't sit right with me."

Nightwing looked grim. "I guess we now know what it is."

"And we found that missing puzzle piece that we've been searching for," Oracle commented. "I guess it's time to compare notes with the big bad Bat."

Nightwing was on that already.

"It's me," Nightwing stated without preamble. "We have information for you."

"I'm listening," Batman said. He already was in the process of putting together a profile of the man but he obviously didn't have as much time to research it as the crew at the Clocktower did.

Nightwing launched into an explanation of what he found. Batman intently listened to every single word that he said. The Detective was surprised.

"You sure, it's Day?" Batman asked.

"The evidence sends a big blinking arrow pointing in his face," Nightwing responded. "We're going to make sure all of the relevant evidence gets to the MCU of the GCPD. A physical copy should be given to my contact at the GCPD, along with Gordon. And also, Vicki Vale will be told."

"Not to bury it," Batman answered.

"Correct."

Depending on what kind of person that you were, it was either later that night or extremely early the next morning. Regardless, Selina was in her office at the Cat's Cradle. She was doing the absolutely tedious and mind numbing task of late night paperwork. She normally did this first thing in the evening but she wanted to get it done right now.

Harry and Alex were supposed to arrive shortly to pick her up. She wasn't sure when that was going to be but it was in a little bit. In the meantime, she distracted herself with the tedious nature of paperwork.

Slowly, perhaps instinctively, she bent over the desk. She preferred to stand when she worked, rather than sit down. It was just a lot easier to get things done this way. Some club music played in the background over the speaker system. It was far quieter than the usual fare that played during the peak hours of business.

A knock on the door announced someone was arriving. That caused her to stand up a bit straighter in surprise. The Club was empty at the last time she checked. That prompted Selina to stand up straight. She was alert much like a cat preparing to corner its prey.

Her eyes narrowed when she saw Carmine Falcone of all people standing there. The more she focused on him, the more her eyes narrowed into slits. Selina took a calming breath.

"What are you doing here?" Selina asked. She tried not to hiss but it was hard to keep the contempt out of her voice.

"It's been a while since we've had a chance to see each other," Carmine commented in his usual soft voice. "Mario said that the two of you had a falling out and I wanted to make sure that you were coping."

Selina wondered what his angle was. He came across cold, distant father, who hadn't spoken to his child in ages because of the distance he purposely put between them. She wasn't too happy to see anyone with the last name Falcone because of what happened Mario.

He didn't know what exactly happened regarding Mario, she figured. That would prove to be interesting.

"I'm fine," Selina said coolly.

"I see you've moved up in the world at this club, how's that going for you?" Carmine asked.

"Good," Selina said in a chipped voice.

"You've been taking care of yourself alright, haven't you?" Carmine asked her. "You haven't been getting any problems from anyone?"

"No one has given me any problems that I can't handle," Selina responded swiftly. She was pretty frigid in her response.

Carmine Falcone wasn't an idiot. He got where he was in life by being an extremely smart man. He was smart enough to pick up an undercurrent of hostility. He decided to move in for something that he was thinking about.

"It seems like your business has been going well," Carmine replied. Selina nodded crisply. She didn't have a chance to answer that question because Carmine pressed forward. "I was surprised that you recently got in bed, that's to say into business, with Harry Potter of all people."

Selina wondered how he found that out.

"My old man always used to say that the Potters always had an eye for talent," Carmine continued, eying her up as he spoke.

"As I said the business has been going well so far," Selina commented.

"Selina, I know how independent you are," Carmine replied. "And I also know that when you say that there weren't any problems that you couldn't handle yourself, that means that there were problems and you thought that you could handle it yourself."

"It was fine until Jansen got himself involved in my business," Selina said rather bitingly. "I asked Mario for help but he said no. He's not a problem anymore."

"No, I heard someone decided to take him out," Carmine said briskly. He wasn't going to shed tears for Gentleman Jim Jansen. That was how business went in Gotham City.

Sometimes you just had to take someone out because no one else was going to do it for you.

"He's not a problem anymore," Selina said. She hoped that he was suffering right now. He deserved far worse than the worst she could do.

"No, he's not, but this is the third time that I've heard that there was this falling out between you and Mario," Carmine commented. The quotation marks could almost be heard on the falling out. "What the hell happened between the two of you?"

"Why do you even care?" Selina asked, evading the question calmly and casually.

"I made a promise to your mother….."

Carmine was cut short of completing that statement by the arrival of two people. Harry and Faora turned up right there.

Selina thought that Harry and Alex couldn't have been more prompt with their timing. Carmine turned his attention away from her and locked eye to eye with Harry Potter.

"Well, the famous Doctor Potter, I've been meaning to introduce myself to you for some time now," Carmine commented. "Carmine Falcone."

"Yes, I've heard of you, and what you've done for Gotham City," Harry responded. There was a stoic look on his face. There was a tense moment between the two of them. "A pleasure to meet you Mr. Falcone."

"It would be an honor if the two of us could do business one day," Carmine continued. "I think that it would be in the best interest of the future of Gotham City if we worked together. Otherwise, chaos will consume the city."

Carmine stared Harry straight in the eyes.

"Well, your homecoming has gotten you to be ambitious, Mr. Falcone," Harry said to him. "But, I think that ambition comes in many forms, as you might as well have figured out. And sometimes, things need to change. That's what the RAO corporation is all about. It's all about change and I'm all about working to change the future of Gotham City."

The Roman stared down what appeared to be a green eyed dragon, at least from his perspective. There was a friendly tone to his statement, but there was something about what he said that made him uneasy.

"I can see that you have business here and I respect that," Carmine commented. "The two of us, we will meet again, I'm certain."

"Yes, we will, and watch your back, Mr. Falcone," Harry said. He smirked obviously when he stared him down. His burning eyes met Falcone's. "It's a dark and dismal world out there."

Carmine nodded and took his leave.

Selina made sure that she was gone. She had one of those looks into her eyes, locking the office door.

Then without preamble, she rushed Harry and pounced him, slamming him into the desk. She wasn't in the mood for any kind of foreplay, she needed release and now. 

Selina groped Harry's cock roughly in her hand. She slowly stroked him up and down and allowed him to grow in her hand.

Harry could feel her rip his clothes away. Her dress was pulled away for a moment. He saw Faora sitting in the chair beside them, with a smile.

'Better to let her let out her aggressions, trust me on that one,' Faora mentally stated to him. She gave Harry a knowing smile.

Selina's panties were pulled out and she grabbed his hardened cock. She impaled herself down onto his manhood.

The woman felt completely better when his thick cock parted her walls. She pulled herself up and down.

"I don't supposed that it would do any good to tell you to slow down," Harry said. She responded by roughly grabbing his face, digging her nails into his face. Selina closed her eyes and shoved her tongue down his mouth with a kiss.

The two of them battled for extreme fury. Selina won for a moment due to sheer determination. Not to be out done, Harry reached underneath her dress and roughly grabbed her ass. He moved that two could play this game.

Harry pulled out of her, rolled her back onto the desk and slammed her down hard. He tore down the top half of her dress and exposed her nice breasts.

Selina moaned when Harry leaned down and bit on them.

"Do it, do it, I swear to fucking god, you better be back inside of me before I….."

Selina's bravado was cut short because Harry slammed into her. She spread her legs to allow him to go into her. She wanted all of him into her and she wasn't going to hold back for any reason whatsoever. She kept pumping herself up towards him. Her panting escalated when he kept working into her body.

The dark haired woman lifted her hips up and met with Harry's thrusts. He speared inside her constantly. So many times Selina thought that she was going to be split open with his throbbing hard cock.

She realized that was what he wanted. His thigh balls slammed against her. The sound of flesh slapping on flesh was intense. He groped her breasts and she moaned, arching her back. She wanted him to treat her like a whore, she wanted him to treat him like his whore.

"You know, we're going to wake up half of the neighborhood if you're not careful," Alex told her with a smile.

"Gag me then!" Selina yelled. She knew of the means that her girlfriend would use to gag her and she was excited about it.

"If you insist," she commented.

Selina grabbed her roughly by the thighs and pushed her pussy down onto her mouth. She pressed her lips to her and pretty much inhaled her pussy juices.

Harry could see is sister's lust boiling through her eyes. He took this moment to balance Selina's legs up by his shoulders. He pushed himself into her and spread her molten lips out. Her silken caress brought him closer into her.

Selina pushed up towards him and pumped his manhood into her body. The dark haired woman was feeling the burst of pleasure. Her nipples poked out and looked tempting. Harry alternated between one and Alex took the other.

Both children of Zod wanted to help her take out her aggressions. Faora grinded her pussy over and over again on Selina's face, making the hot woman work her for her treat.

"I think she wants it a little rougher," she whispered. She groped Selina's chest while she grinded onto her face.

"I think that I can make her scream for more," Harry said. His fingers pushed into either side of her thighs and he got her screaming and howling in pleasure. Harry understood what bringing a woman to the edge was all about and he was going to make her beg for more.

He was going to make her beg for absolutely everything. His throbbing cock parted her silken walls when he went down between her legs. She thrust her hips up and caused him to slip inside her again. He was this close to causing her to scream twice as nice.

Selina bucked her hips up and felt the burning sensation rise through her thighs. She was trying to coax his cum out of him, using every single trick she knew.

Her white hot cunt closed around him and started to milk his prick. She squeezed it, needing his cum now.

As it turned out he made her cum hard on her own. Alex also came hard in her mouth and Selina shifted her head so she could properly nibble on Alex's clit.

Harry was the only one out of the trio that was yet to cum. He molested Selina's tits and pumped her pussy with his twelve inch manhood.

"I think she wants your cum," Alex added. There was almost a taunting to her voice when she casually played with Selina's tits. "Do you want him to cum, do you want him to cum?"

"Yes, oh yes, oh fuck yes," Selina begged. She wanted even more.

Harry's thick manhood speared into her dripping quim.

"CUM DAMN YOU!" Selina yelled, losing all sense of her patience. She felt Harry's nails dig into the side of her legs and he scraped against it.

"Since you asked so nicely."

Selina came hard at the thought of him treating her so roughly. She was losing herself to the lust and even more pleasure than ever before. He pumped down into her and she returned fire by rocking her hips up to meet his incoming thrusts. The dark haired vixen tightened her pussy around his incoming tool when he continued to slam down into her.

She bit down on her lip hard and she felt the rush of pussy juices shoot out of her, coating his manhood.

She collapsed down onto her desk and Harry finally allowed himself to flow free. He pumped his thick cum into her.

It poured into her like a flood. Selina couldn't believe it but it was true and extremely amazing as well. Her hips pumped up to devour his rod when it entered her body. Several thrusts pushed her pussy apart when he came down into her.

The dark haired vixen could feel a rush explode through her body. His cum coated her inner walls, slick as they were. She breathed in heavily when he kept injecting dose after dose into her.

Harry pulled out of her. Selina barely had time to register that it was over. Alex was inside her pussy and ravenously devouring it. She sucked up the combined juices from her.

The tender attentions were amazing and Selina thought that she was going to lose her mind. Harry smiled when he enjoyed this erotic sight.

Faora's not so subtle spreading of her thighs showed that she wasn't going to wait around for that long. His manhood inched closer to her dripping pussy and he was about ready to part her legs. He slipped inside of her.

Selina roughly wrapped her legs around Alex's head.

'If she kills you like that, that's not the worst way to go out,' Harry said. He groped Faora's tits when he rammed into her and she moaned in agreement. Harry's thick rod parted her legs when he pushed inside her several times, impacting her core with his massive rod that kept parting her legs.

The dark haired vixen brought herself to the edge of another orgasm. Harry really brought the lust through her body and she burned for more.

Selina watched Harry's large cock slide into Alex to the point where he was balls deep into her. It got her wet to see him violate and dominate another woman. It almost got her as wet when he violated and dominated her.

She craned her neck and looked up to encourage him.

"Fuck her, fuck her, slam into that hard cunt!" Selina encouraged him. Her pussy squirted more juices into Alex's open and waiting mouth.

Alex sucked every single drop down and Selina was growing rather weak. Her tongue was really skilled and it almost was like it vibrated into her cunt. That must be a family trick because it happened when Harry serviced her orally as well.

She had a few trade secrets of her own so he was she to judge.

Harry grabbed his hands around her hips and pumped his way into his sister's body. Her cunt clamped down onto him. He leaned towards her and licked his tongue behind her ear. He worked around her body and touched her breasts.

Her core heated up immensely and Harry kept fucking her hard.

Selina waited for her turn. She knew that it would happen soon. Her pussy craved his cock.

"Cum in her, and then fuck me, fuck me until I pass out!" Selina begged. She wondered if Alex intended to do that with her tongue. Her tongue curled into her deep pussy and it almost felt like it touched her deep into her womb, sucking Harry's cum out from the utter depths of her.

Harry grunted. This erotic and steamy action really was making his balls want to burst. He kept his hands perched on Alex's thighs when he kept pushing into her from behind.

Harry's balls released a roaring rush of cum. He implanted his seed into his sister's superhot pussy, drenching her.

He shuddered to a stop, collapsing on her back and smiling.

"Open for business," Selina purred. She pushed apart her pussy lips.

Harry's re-hardened cock slammed into her without any warning. He fucked Selina roughly, testing the structural integrity of the desk beneath her. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he pushed into her deeply from behind.

Alex rested on the side of the desk, her pussy soaked and aching but it was really worth it.

Harry was at the conference room of the RAO building and he had quite the group with him. They were working on something extremely important and he needed the input of several people who he trusted.

Jaime stood right by his side, joining him. Veronica, Tamara, and Kathy Kane joined him as well. Lily turned up, along with Narcissa Black. The Black sisters and their daughters were some of the lucky few to survive the time jump. Although Draco Malfoy never existed in the new time stream, because Lucius died in a tragic accident after Lucretia's birth, and Narcissa got a huge windfall of inheritance.

Nym's father still died around the same time, in a mugging gone extremely bad. Vega's father….well Harry was willing to put even odds that it was Sirius still, even though that had never been officially confirmed by Bellatrix in this timeline or any other.

The group was planning a joint Christmas party, including the Wayne get together into it. Bruce left it in their capable hands to plan out the event.

And Narcissa was used to helping planning overblown get togethers due to her role in the Society that the Evans, Black, Greengrass, and Delacour families were all apart of, among several others naturally that held no relevance in the world that didn't exist anymore.

"We're going to hold the Christmas party on the twenty-first, it's just best for everyone," Veronica stated. "It will be nice to have everyone have one night where we forget about the details of what's happening and just have a good time."

"Well hopefully that insanity will be wrapped up by the time Christmas happens," Jaime commented. She was optimistic with the new information that has come to life.

"Yes, here's hoping," Kathy agreed. The Calendar Killings caused them all a great amount of stress.

Jaime and Harry were here to sign off on anything, give their suggestions as needed. Tamara was here as her role of Harry's assistant.

"A location has been booked though, so that's done, and catering is being taken care of," Veronica replied. She looked for Kathy for confirmation of that and the woman started to nod her head.

"Right, now all we have to worry about is getting out all of the information," Kathy said.

"Doesn't it seem like short notice?" Narcissa asked. The events the Society organized were meticulous affairs, months in the making.

"It is short notice," Veronica agreed in an excited voice. "But as a combined entity, we've got about enough pull with pretty much everyone in Gotham to do whatever we want."

"And since there's no way I'm letting some of these people into the Manor or the Tower, what do you got for me?" Harry asked.

"We've rented the ballroom and the great hall of the Royal Hotel," Veronica said. She got her share of cross looks at this news but she waved them off fairly handily. "I know this isn't anyone's first choice for obvious reasons."

"The Roman," Lily replied dryly.

"But it's the biggest and most elegant space available for all of Gotham," Kathy said. There was a moment where Harry and Jaime looked at each other.

'So, what do you think?' Jaime asked.

'Falcone knows how to play the game well,' Harry thought.

It was almost like Vernoica knew exactly what Harry was thinking.

"Falcone knows how to play the game well," she confirmed. "He will keep his goons out of sight, because it would be bad for his public image if they're caught roaming around an event like this."

"Yes, exactly what I was thinking," Harry added in an extremely dry voice. He knew Falcone would be carefully monitoring his public image and he wanted to prop himself back up. He'd stay out of trouble. "And it's good that we're going with my suggestion to hold it on the twenty-first."

"Close enough to Christmas that it doesn't seem way too soon, but it doesn't get in the way of anyone's vacation plans they have for the holiday," Veronica commented.

'And hopefully that will help lure Day out of the rock he put himself underneath,' Dinah thought.

'Providing we don't find him before then,' Karen said.

'We can only hope,' Diana agreed. She wished for the end of this to come soon, because they murders were getting brutal.

'It's a big enough event to lure him out if he's not captured by then,' Harry agreed. They were taking every step to make sure that he was brought there. 'And it's the type of impact that he's been building up for.'

'Flip the number twenty one and it's twelve,' Kara commented.

'Exactly,' Jaime thought. 'That's the idea. That's going to be a big day. He's going to go out with a bang. Enough of his plans have been disrupted where he needs to make up for lost time. He can't help himself, he's obsessed with this, you know.'

'And all of us will be there and waiting, so no one should get hurt, and we have a good idea what to look for,' Harry concluded. Security was going to be tight as Harry was going to pull in a few favors.

He didn't want anything to obvious because he wanted to trap Day, not scare him away. Still he was taking pretty much every step imaginable to lure him into his trap.

"We also have invitations, which means that some of the more…..shifty members of society have to be invited," Narcissa added. It was obvious she didn't improve that.

"Yes, all of Gotham's society will get a chance to be invited, people like the Falcone's, Roman Sionis, Lionel Luthor, and Oswald Cobblepot just to name a few," Veronica said. There was a second where a calculating grin shifted over her face. "Naturally though, this party doubles as a charity event."

"So, they're the ones that are going to look bad if they don't show up," Lily said.

Kathy smiled when she looked at her. "Exactly. They might be criminals but they're not convicted of anything. And they won't cause any problems if they want to stay that way."

"And Cobblepot was the one who committed huge social faux pas by not inviting you or Bruce to the opening of the Iceberg Lounge," Veronica said. There was a moment where her nose shifted and wrinkled. "But no one accused him of being too civilized."

"That's for sure," Jaime offered blandly, which got some snickers from everyone involved.

Harry joined Alexa, Tamara, and Sapphire out on what basically amounted as a date later that day. Needless to say, that had the young Miss Fox rather excited and Harry recalled what happened in the back of his mind with the greatest amusement.

Alexa asked Harry out on a date and Sapphire was within hearing range. She decided that sounded like a great idea and invited herself along. Harry also mentioned it to Tamara earlier in the day, and she asked to tag along on the account that she hadn't seen Alexa in a while. Harry thought that it wouldn't be the worst idea. Originally he was under the impression that Alexa just wanted it to be the two of them but since Sapphire decided to invite herself along anyway, he might as well.

He wanted to spend some time with Tamara anyway outside of the office to get to know her better. So the prospect of that opportunity gave Harry an excuse to invite her along. She seemed pretty excited about the day out and Harry wasn't about to disappoint her.

'Sometimes, I wonder how you get yourself into these situations,' Kara commented.

'I don't think that I have to describe how he gets into these situations, do I?' Donna asked through the bond link.

'Oh, that's obvious, he's Harry,' Amanda cheered in an excited fashion through the bond link. She was going up and down, bouncing back and forth.

'Obviously,' Emily replied. Her tone was dry and amused as it tended to be the default towards her twins antics this day or many days.

Harry chuckled in amusement. The group end up at a popular Comedy Club in Gotham City, even though he wasn't quite sure how that ended up that way. The only thing Harry knew was they ended up here.

'Might be Sapphire and Tamara's fault, come to think of it,' Harry thought to his bond mates. 'Sapphire got talking to Tamara.'

Alexa frowned. "How did we get here, per say?"

"Well, you know they got to talking about how a famous comedian was going to be here tonight, and one thing lead to another, and the next thing you know, boom we're here," Harry told her. The Luthor Heiress corked her eyebrow and frowned.

"That makes perfect sense," Alexa commented. She turned her attention to Tamara. "So, how have you been?"

"Oh, I've been good, thank you for asking," Tamara commented in an excited voice. "I'm just glad that I got out on the ground floor of something amazing. There's been a lot of work to be done, but if you're up to it, it's not a bad thing."

"Well, the world is changing," Alexa said. She gave a knowing grin at the prospect of it. "You really want to get in on the ground floor."

"For sure, everything has changed, the good old boys club is losing their grip on Gotham," Sapphire said.

"Don't you mean the Douchebag Business Association," Alexa said. She wrinkled her nose and shook her head.

"Well, one might consider my father to be a part of that," Sapphire whispered. She sighed. "Well he's getting a bit better….."

"You have been working on him," Alexa said.

"Maybe you could convince your father to see the light?" Tamara asked.

Alexa scoffed at this. "Lionel, miracles I don't do. At least your father started on the straight and narrow."

"Yes, he would have to be to deal with what Wayne was before the prodigal son decided to roll back into Gotham City," she commented dryly. "But things are getting a lot better, wouldn't you agree, Harry?"

"The sky is the limit," Harry said. It was almost like he wasn't listening to their conversation but he was.

Har-Zod was the master of multi-tasking, it was one of his more able skill. His green eyes flashed with amusement when the girls continued their conversation.

The show was about to start thought. The first person who was about ready to perform on stage made his way to the stage. He was a thin young man with dark hair dressed in a suit that looked like was found in the bargain bin at Walmart. They didn't quite catch his name because there was a technical snafu with the microphone.

"So, how about that Gotham City weather?" he asked. "The only thing more corrupt than the police force is this weather, I swear it doesn't play ball, am I right?"

There was a loud booing from the crowd. The comedian tried to get out another joke in an attempt to save face but they kept booing. They booed more and more again.

'Wow, this is a tough room, isn't it?' Harry asked. He was almost amused by what he was hearing. The loud boos continued to escalate.

The comedian tried to open his mouth and get out his next words. There was even more booing that continued to escalate louder. He was practically booed off the stage.

'He swung three times and struck out on the stage,' Amanda commented.

"Well, that was not good," Alexa said. She was amused and she saw a few people throwing shoes and tomatoes at the stage where the man ducked his head and went into the darkness. "And…I guess that his night's over."

"Hopefully the follow up acts will be better," Sapphire said. She reclined back, wrapping her arm around Harry, and relaxing against him.

"We'll see in a minute."

Outside the club in a car, Sapphire's stalker was sitting, and watching carefully. One could not make out his features in the crowd. He was parked right outside the window so he could get a clear shot at Sapphire and her friends.

One would wonder why he wasn't setting off Harry's danger sense. It was obvious that he was someone that Harry knew.

There were several photos of Sapphire, both with herself and with Alexa and Harry, popping up on the phone.

He waited and watched his objection of his obsession, calmly stalking his prey like a predator in the night.

Catwoman hoped across one building all the way over to the next. She landed with swift precision on one of the rooftops. She looked over her shoulder with a wicked grin on her face.

She watched Nightwing follow her. They were playing a nice little game of Predator and Prey within the Diamond District in Gotham City. It all started where he came across her when she exited an office building which belonged to a diamond broker. This diamond broker just happened to be one of Carmine Falcone's oldest friends.

He just happened to be a friend but he didn't really have anything to do with the family business. So she only really picked him as a target due to that relationship. She exited the premise when Nightwing came across her.

They stopped and both of them exchanged a rapid fire set of blows. The freezing rain spit down in Gotham City.

The rooftops and the ledges were particularly treacherous to navigate, even though she was able to rush forward and lead him on through the chase in Gotham City. He was right on top of her, not that Selina would expect anything less.

There was a lull to the chase and there was a quick hand to hand fight between both of them. Then the chase picked up again.

They weren't trying to hurt each other, at least that was the assumption that Nightwing had. One might be proven wrong. He caught her with a quick shot that caused her to escalate with a slight moan and that made him thing that she had a slight masochistic side to her.

'That would explain so very much,' Faora thought.

Harry closed in closer of her. There was a slide when he nearly caught up to her. He adjusted her footing when she carefully navigated the ledge and swayed her ass, when she waited for him to catch up.

Then she slipped away just when he was just this close in capturing her.

The last few times they had sex, it had been pretty rough. Not that Harry was making any kind of complaint; he was just making some kind of observation. The two of them ended up on the rooftop of an apartment building. There were two skylights that looked down from it.

Catwoman paused and she grinned like a cat who was corning her prey. She reached for her hip and pulled out the whip. She whipped it out and sent it flying towards him. This forced him to expertly dodge out of the way. He rolled out of the way.

She whipped it really good a couple of times. He kept moving, ducking and dodging. He also was slowly getting close to her.

Then out of the blue, he blocked the whip instead of dodging it. It wrapped around his forearm. Nightwing smiled when he looked into her eyes. He yanked back on it hard and sent her flying towards him.

She ended up crashing into him pretty hard. She crashed into him so hard that he began to lose his footing. The two of them staggered backwards. The two of them crashed through the skylight of the apartment below.

The two of them landed onto a king sized bed.

'It's almost like this was planned,' Kara replied dryly.

Harry still had the whip in his hand and slowly began to tie her up with it. He pushed her back onto the bed.

"Now I have you," he said to her, holding her in place.

"But the question is, can you hold me, handsome?" Catwoman asked. He slowly undid the front of her suit and smiled.

"You're worked up, let's see what we can do about that."

Nightwing cupped her breast roughly with his right hand and did the same with her pussy with his left hand. His tongue pushed deep into her mouth.

Catwoman moaned underneath him. His fingers roughly pushed into her pussy and he fingered her at a rapid fire rate.

His hand molested her breasts and he caused the bottom of his costume to come off. His throbbing manhood was released.

"Fuck my tits, fuck them!" Catwoman begged him.

Harry pushed his throbbing hard cock between her breasts. The dark haired woman breathed when he pushed his manhood between the valley of her breasts. She leaned up and kissed the head of his throbbing cock. He pushed himself in and out between her breasts. His balls slapped against her chest when he kept working her tits over.

He grunted when he worked between her breasts. The dark haired woman felt his cock between her breasts.

He worked her over and then slowly slid his cock down her body. He spread her legs.

"Ram it in me!" Catwoman begged him. She saw Nightwing's throbbing hard manhood into her.

He pushed himself deep into her body. His throbbing cock sought her delightful heat and she closed around him. She pumped her hips up, squeezing him.

Her hand loosened a little bit from the whip. She placed her hand onto his bicep and she squeezed it.

She pumped her hips up and allowed his manhood to spike into her dripping hot center. The costume hung loosely from her body. He leaned down and kissed her nipples, slowly sucking on them.

"Fuck, oh fuck my pussy!" Catwoman begged.

He slowed down and allowed her orgasm to flow free. Her pussy slid around him when she pumped him. He leaned down and cupped her breasts. He squeezed her tits and leaned down towards her. He bit her nipples.

He grunted when his balls slapped against her thighs. Nightwing pulled almost all the way out of her. He then slammed down into her dripping hot cunt. The woman shuddered when he came down between her thighs. She shook all over when he came down into her dripping hot pussy.

He rolled her over, and she pressed down onto the bed. Her ass was presented for him. Nightwing slapped his strong hand onto her ass. He sent a minor jolt through her and that caused her to shake, staining the bed sheets.

"Oh, take my dirty, ass, take it!" Catwoman encouraged him. She closed her eyes and felt his manhood brushed against her ass.

He spiked himself into her tight ass from behind. His throbbing manhood stretched out her ass. He reached forward and roughly treated her tits.

"You like your pain, don't you?" Nightwing asked. He dominated her ass and her breasts. He rammed into her.

"Yes, yes, fuck me, make me your whore like you always do!" Catwoman yelled. She grabbed her breast and pumped into her tight ass.

The woman's tight ass clamped around his tool when he worked into her and the hero took her ass extremely hard.

He grabbed the back of her head and pushed her head forward. He bit on the back of her neck and slowed her pleasure to a crawl.

"Your dirty ass is mine, I'm going to fuck it," Nightwing grunted. He slapped her breasts and caused her to close her eyes.

Catwoman could feel that pleasure explode through her body. His hands pushed between her legs and he pushed his fingers between her legs. The young man kept pumping into her body. He twisted his fingers into her and assaulted her insides.

His fingers pumping into her pussy and his cock pumping into her ass was a double dose of pleasure. Her torment continued when he teased her. He did any number of tricks, both subtle and not so subtle to slow her orgasm down. That caused the pleasure to pump between her legs. Her breathing escalated to an extremely new level.

"Fuck yes, oh yes, fuck me!" she moaned at the top of her lungs.

Nightwing held back again. She closed her eyes. He grabbed the back of her hair and pulled it. He smacked her ass when he slammed into it.

His balls slapped against her when he speared into her from behind. He pushed his fingers into her and made her cum repeatedly. Her clear cum started to coat his fingers. It stuck to her and he lifted his fingers up.

He pushed his fingers into her mouth and forced her to suck her cum off of them. Her tongue trailed against him. She hungrily sucked the juices off of his fingers when he speared his throbbing manhood into her tight ass.

Her moans increased when he drilled into her ass. He was reaching the edge and there was more pleasure. His balls loaded up with cum.

Selina could feel the bed get stained. Someone was going to come back here and have a nasty and quite sticky surprise. And that just got her wetter when her lover continued to violate her ass.

"Cum, cum hard," he growled in her ear. She agreed to cum hard, her hips thrashing violently when the clear juices spilled out of her and landed onto the bed. She was shaking extremely hard. "And cum, keep cumming, and you'll get your reward."

Nightwing molested her breasts. A spike of pleasure went through her body and his balls drilled against her thighs.

"Yes, reward me, take me, take me, TAKE ME!" she screamed. She really needed this. She really needed to be dominate about this.

His throbbing manhood spiked deep within her ass and he slowed down. It was obvious he wanted to draw out the pleasure. He cupped her breasts

She moaned when she rocked back against him. The vigilante slammed his throbbing manhood into her hot ass when he kept spiking into her from behind. He worked into her deeper and further into her. The woman's hot ass tightened around him when he worked into her hard from behind. The pleasure escalated through her body when he kept working her over to the edge and gave her more pleasure.

"It's almost done, you're almost there, cum for me one more time," Nightwing whispered.

She came extremely hard when he rammed his manhood deep into her. His throbbing manhood continued to impact into her from behind. He planted his manhood deep inside her when he thrust into her.

He injected his white hot dosage of cum into her body. He splattered his cum into her ass. She closed her eyes when he shot a heavy load into her ass.

"I needed that," she whispered, collapsing back on the bed. Her dominated body ached and she really felt good.

A rundown and extremely dilapidated roadside diner was where Julian Gregory Day was in the midst of finishing up breakfast. He had the newspaper folded neatly in front of him where he was reading an article about his own manhood. It was the second day of the manhunt with no luck for so far. There was speculation about where he could be, with a lot of people thinking that he could move.

He switched to the society page. His interest caught a glimpse of an article talking about a joint Christmas party on the twenty-first. The Vreeland, Potter, and Wayne parties were the most prominent discussed but there were others. His curiosity piqued and he still needed to make his impact.

The Calendar Man couldn't be ignored. That was unacceptable.

"Here you go, hon," the waitress commented, handing him a bill.

Day wore a baseball cap over his face so he wasn't recognized. "Thank you."

He pays the bill and turns to exit the diner. He passed Sarah Essen and James Gordon when he left the diner.

Seconds later, Gordon stood up straight and he realized exactly who passed him. He could have sworn.

"You realize who that was, don't you?" Gordon asked.

Sarah blinked and she could have slapped herself for being that oblivious. She rushed outside with Gordon to capture him.

There was only problem. He was gone.