Chapter Seventy Two: Set Fire to the Rain Part Two.

Chapter Seventy Two: Set Fire to the Rain Part Two. 

Paula Crock dressed in the very best clothes that she had, along with her oldest daughter Jade. Given the circumstances of the meeting that they were having, they would need to dress their very best. Although, it was curious to why they were here at all places, especially given that they had no reason to be here. They most certainly didn't apply for such a place.

They sat in the middle of the waiting room of the Gotham City Private Academy. Jade turned towards her mother, with an inquisitive look. "So, why did they invite us here of all places?"

Paula had no really good answer for her daughter. She opted for an honest answer. "I don't know."

She got the call from the Gotham City Private Academy of all places, telling her to bring Jade after she finished school. The meeting was scheduled for around Four O'clock, and it was five minutes until that point. The call threw her for a loop, because to be honest, she didn't expect it at all.

The clothes they dressed in were nice ones that rarely got any use. Jade bounced to her feet and she paced back and forth, hands on her hips. This caught her completely off guard. She recalled the situation, her Mom picked her up form school, and then they rushed to get change into the nice clothes that they only seemed to wear about less than a handful of times a year. Artemis was dropped off at the house of one of her friend's mothers.

Jade's curiosity spiked and got the better of her. She didn't know why GPA would come call for her of all people.

Paula really didn't have any idea why they wanted her daughter either. Granted, Jade's grades were pretty good and she was an excellent. The biggest problem that came in for them was money, they didn't apply for her, and she couldn't really afford it.

The wait was long and the door opened. An older looking black woman walked out, with a warm smile on her place.

"I'm Paula Crock, this is my daughter Jade," she told the woman who nodded in response.

"We've been expecting both of you," the woman commented and she lead Paula and Jade forward.

Paula's eyes raised and she asked the question. "What's this all about?"

"We'll explain it to you inside of the office."

Paula accepted soon enough and she lead her daughter inside. A redhead woman waited for him in a rather stylishly cut female business suit. She had a rather fit body and a long pair of legs that Paula felt her eyes linger on a second too long.

"This is Rose Evans," the woman told Paula and she nodded. "She's here on behalf of the Lily Evans Foundation and the Shining Light Foundation."

Needless to say, Paula found herself intrigued by this bit of news, but she didn't say anything. Rather she extended a hand towards her.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Crock," Rose said with a smile on her face.

"Likewise, Ms. Evans," Paula said and she parked herself down, with Jade taking the final empty seat. The young girl brimmed with some level of curiosity in her eyes.

Rose smiled and prepared to explain. "You're daughter has been selected based on a select criteria for a Scholarship to attend GPA by the Shining Light Foundation. Namely she's a good student, an excellent athlete, and we find based on these things that she has an extremely tremendous amount of potential."

To say that Paula and Jade were stunned by this news would be putting matters mildly. Paula raised her eyebrow and she asked on question. "Exactly what does this Scholarship entail?"

Rose smiled and promptly answered this inquiry. "It would cover anything involved with schooling. And by everything, I mean everything. School supplies, uniform, a transit pass to and from school, and a small allowance. Basically everything that you need to be achieve your fullest potential."

'Good job, Auntie, I think you covered it all,' Harry thought and he could not help but see that Rose became increasingly smug by his praise.

Lily could see that as well and she snorted.

'Now, don't let it go to your head whatever you do,' Lily warned her sister and Rose didn't react.

Then again, any reaction would have been unnoticed mostly because Jade and Paula looked completely blown away.

"And the offer extends to Artemis as well, because she meets the same criteria," Rose said and there was a smile on her face before she added. "When she's old enough to attend GPA."

Paula mulled it over. The only thing left to do was turn to her daughter. "So, is this what you want?"

"Yeah, I think that would be great," Jade said without hesitation. After all, anything that she could use to serve her full potential would be a good thing. The girl wanted to be the best at what she did. Having such a scholarship would help her accomplish that.

'You figured that she would jump on the scholarship right away,' Kara said.

Harry only responded with a grin. 'Call it a great hunch.'

'Well, sometimes your hunch's are greater than most, you know,' Karen said and she shifted herself back from where she was.

"So, we have a deal, don't we?" Rose asked and Jade and Paula looked at each other.

Paula piped in with an obvious overwhelmed response. "I don't think we have any complaints about this, either of us."

"Well, that's great," Rose said and she produced a set of papers to make everything all legal. "Just look over everything, standard legality, but given your daughter's past performance, I think that she'll be able to maintain the grades and performance that she will be able to be all that she can be at the GPA."

Jade's grin increased when her mother signed the papers. Things were official.

"So welcome to the Gotham Private Academy, we're looking forward to having you."

'I'm sure this should be an interesting and fruitful endeavor,' Harry said and that was something that all parties in the bond agreed with.

'Just proves that the SLF will have a knack of catching those that will be the future years before anyone else can,' Lily concluded.

It was later that evening, about six or so. Harry Potter and Barbara Gordon enjoyed each other's company in a fairly nice restaurant in Gotham City. It was an extremely nice place, granted it was not high class, but at the same time, it was not entirely low class either. Both of them were waiting for a third party, Barbara's father, for dinner.

Harry dressed nicely, wearing a tight heavy knit grey sweater, along with a leather jacket, a pair of jeans and boots. He gazed across the table at Barbara, who wore a white silk blouse that was conservative enough to show her body, but at the same time, showed that she had a fit body. She wore a longer skirt that normal and it extended down to a pair of knee high boots. There was a couple of dangling pieces of jewelry that added to her apparel quite nicely.

She grew a bit lately, so the two of them came back from going clothes shopping, to replace some clothes. She daringly decided to model the clothes for her boyfriend. That included the underwear, especially the underwear.

That being said, they were here in the restaurant, a bit wet because they got caught out in a pretty heavy rainstorm.

Barbara decided to change the venues a little bit. Instead of taking over her seat, she lightly and discreetly walked forward and sat herself into Harry's lap.

'The best seat in the house,' Kara commented with a light grin on her face.

The twins chimed in unison. 'Absolutely.'

Her mood was a bit subdued, and she snuggled up against Harry, to relax a little bit while they waited to be waited on.

"So, what's up?" Harry asked her and he gave her a light back rub. Slowly her worked circles around her upper back area, and the redhead sighed.

Barbara allowed herself to relax under her grip a little bit.

"Well it's that new support tech job that I have," Barbara said and Harry continued to rub on the back of her neck. "It's part time, but the guy, he was just being an asshole about something, so I kind of lost my temper."

Harry continued to work his magical hands all over her, and she sighed and allowed him to continue to get to work.

"I lost my temper, big time," she added, and Barbara paused before she emphasized the words. "BIG TIME. So, I lost my temper, and told him that I wasn't his bitch, and he could go fuck off until he apologized for taking the attitude with me."

Barbara rested herself on his shoulder for a moment, and sighed from where she sat. She situated herself where she straddled his lap.

"So did he?"

Barbara rested her forehead on Harry's shoulder and nodded in response. "Um, yeah, he did, eventually…"

She sighed in response, her growth spurt obvious from where she sat. Harry continued to rub her back and she relaxed into his actions again.

"I could have handled the situation a bit better, but he caught me at a bad time."

'Bruce radioed her, he used the Bat voice, and told her to drop everything that she was doing,' Dinah informed him. She was at the Tower during the time, so she was front row and center to the entire glorious, glorious spectacle.

'Oh boy,' Harry thought, and Dinah chuckled in response. 'I bet that went over well.'

Dinah tapped her finger against her face. 'Yeah, she was doing something important, monitoring the Police radios and also using the Map to prevent Jaime from running the SWAT, it was a very delicate hostage situation that we were dealing with.'

Harry blinked and nodded in response. 'Okay, so I see.'

He made sure to brush Barbara's hair out of her face. "Well, I'm sure that you were justified in your response."

'Justified, I would have to say so,' Dinah thought and she crossed her arms and grinned. 'If anything, she might have been a bit more restrained than some of us would be.'

Harry kissed the top of her head, and leaned in close to her. "You wouldn't have reacted the way that you did if it wasn't justified. You have your moments where you lose your temper, but it's usually only when you're really stressed out, and…..there are other girls that are far worse than you."

'Hmm, I wonder who he could be referring to,' Rose thought and she coughed her sister's name underneath her tone.

'As if you have any room to talk, Rose,' Lily said.

'Donna's worse,' Lyta chimed in happily.

Donna glared daggers at her sister. 'Only when I'm dealing with you, brat.'

'Donna,' Harry said warningly, before Hippolyta could jump into line, although a strict reprimand of her middle and youngest daughter was in order.

Barbara gave him a beaming smile in response and leaned in to kiss him in response.

It was that moment that Jim decided to join both of them. He looked at them for the briefest of seconds and cleared his throat.

That caused Barbara to jump out of his lap, nearly flying into the air. It was fortunate that she didn't fall over and land on her ass because that would be an embarrassment.

"Dad!" Barbara said, recovering quickly, and she wrapped him up in a tight hug. Granted, it hadn't been that long, but it was longer than it had been in a couple of years since she worked at the GCPD.

"You seem to have shot up overnight since the last time I saw you," Jim said, and he turned to Harry, shaking hands with them. "So, how have you all been?"

"Well, I've got the new tech support job that's going well for me," Barbara said and Jim nodded, he seemed pleased as punch that his daughter bounced back onto her feet despite it all.

"Everything's going well as it could," Harry said and he gave a long sigh. "There's been some family drama in Kansas, but it's all settled for right now."

Harry wasn't going to elaborate and Jim respected that. Personal business best remained as such, that being personal.

"So, how are things going for you?"

Jim gave a long sigh. It was obvious that he had been through a lot since the last time Harry talked to him.

"Where do I start?"

"Figured that you'd be putting in some overtime, given that the Roman is back in town."

Jim didn't forget that, but the fact was that Gotham's version of Caesar went to the back of his mind. "Well, Falcone being back in line, the headaches involving Black Mask, the Penguin, and the like, that's only one problem. But that's not the biggest problem…..this Red Hood Gang really stirred up the pot in Gotham City, and then there's the Calendar Killer."

Jim took his drink and sipped on it. Then he tilted it and drained it into his mouth.

"One of them refuses to play by the rules, and people are terrified that the other will strike at any moment," Jim said and he offered them a grim statistic. "One hundred and thirty seven people died instantly at the last attack."

Barbara blanched suddenly, and she could have sworn that she saw something akin to anger flash through Harry's eyes, but he cooled down instantly.

"And that's not counting the people who died after getting admitted from the hospital from complications," Harry said, and he looked chillingly calm, almost like he tried not to freak out. Even though it might be the most obvious thing in the world to freak out.

"The only good news out of this is that Karlo got brought in before he could kill more people," Jim said and to be honest, he wanted to look for the silver lining in the dark storm cloud that was Gotham City.

Almost as if in cue, Gordon's cell rang.

"Just a second," Jim said, he hoped that no one would bother him when he was off duty. That might be the impossible dream.

Harry's sharp hearing picked up the conversation, and Barbara leaned in as far as she could manage while being discreet. His eyes averted to her and Barbara slid back, an extremely sheepish expression dancing in her eyes.

"It's me," the unmistakable voice of John Jones said. "Sarah and I just got the call, Karlo escaped from his room at Gotham General."

Bruce parked himself in front of the bat computer and was heavily at work. He didn't wear the full Bat Costume while in the cave. He looked through the investigation reports from the past six months that he insisted that Oracle looked up for him and to flag for any similarities in the attacks that occurred as of late.

In particular, the brooding detective combed over each report in meticulous detail, to see if there were any similarities from the four buildings that belonged to the burning victim.

Needless to say, his request might have been a little bit hard headed lead to an argument between the two of them. She already had the reports, but the fact that he demanded the request set off her temper.

Needless to say, Alfred had already given him a few choice words about how his choice of language might not work to inspire some people. That was beside the point right now.

Even after her anger, Oracle filtered through the reports, and a lot of fluff that he didn't need was removed, and with it, it left about seven or eight.

Out of those seven or eight, there was a couple that matched the pattern established by the four recent fires. There were similarities for certain, but also many differences.

'Some are cases of Arson, obvious,' Bruce thought to himself. He thumbed through the reports, it baffled him more with every single moment. 'And some could have easily become an accident.'

He pinpointed the ones that were the obvious case of Arson, and given their sloppy demeanor, he deduced that it was a test run by the same person who caused the last four partiers.

"Your dinner is getting quite cold, sir, so I took the liberty of bring it down for you so you don't miss it again."

Alfred came off the elevator. He carried a tray of food, along with a thermos of coffee.

"I heard you coming, Alfred, set it down," Bruce said, without looking up from the reports that he combed over.

"I do wonder how young Harry managed to get into the Cave, at first I thought that you slipped or had a bad day, but you rarely have such a bad day," Alfred said. It gave him hours of amusement about how Harry slipped past the security defenses of the Manor and also into the Cave. And it was obvious that he didn't even use his special gifts to do so.

Bruce decided that he should eat, as he had been skipping out on it.

Alfred quietly considered what he was going to say right now. "You know, Batman could stand being a less of a pill to his Allies."

Bruce looked up calmly at that statement, blunt and dry, but Alfred decided to strike while the iron was hot again.

"And Bruce Wayne could stand to come off as less of a rich idiot with no day job to the world at large," Alfred said and he was only getting started with what he was saying. "If their public appearances are any indication than Mr. Potter and Ms. Vreeland….although perhaps it's Mrs. Potter now?"

That statement really didn't get any answer from Bruce. Alfred returned like his master didn't say anything. "No matter, but since they're able to balance both business and play well enough, it shouldn't be well beyond your capabilities, should it?"

Bruce gave him one of those narrowed eye glares, but it didn't really prove to be much of anything. Alfred was immune to them by now and he only responded with a wry chuckle and excused himself.

Now that he was fed and watered, Bruce returned to the work at hand. A couple of these, it could be the work of the same Arsonist, but there's not enough of a strong connection to them to make that conclusion off hand.

It looked like Batman needed to head off to the office of the murder victim to see if he can find anything there to point in the right direction.

Suiting up, Batman figured that this was going to be an extremely long night. And it was proving to be so, so far at least.

Thunder rolled over the skies of Gotham City. The weather was pretty much typical of most days; given the fact it pissed down ran. It was honestly surprising that the harbor didn't overflow and cause flooding.

A corpulent figure dressed like a private investigator from a forties film-noir movie stood out in the rain. He dressed in a shabbily fitting suit, along with a fedora and trench coat. He moved over the streets with a purpose, as fast as his frame could allow someone of his girth to move that is.

The back streets of Gotham City and the alleys were surprisingly spacious. He reached his destination without little pause. It was at a three-way junction between the alley that he walked down and another side street. He stopped on the corner and wheezed because of the exertion and he caught his breath.

He let out an extremely ragged smoker's cough and shook his head. He fumbled around his trenchcoat to pull out a cigar. He further fumbled and then had a zippo in his hand. His hand shook and shivered because of the rain.

He grumbled and he misfired at the cigar. He fumbled again and met it for little success.

The figure in the shadows reached forward. He was dressed far more stylishly than the corpulent man in the shadows. He wore black that covered his body.

"Allow me," the sharp dressed man whispered in the shadows. He pulled into his jacket and pulled out a match. "You never, ever, light a cigar that way. Use a wooden match, it keeps the flavor intact. Trust me on that."

He lit the match, and it revealed their faces. The fat face of GCPD Lieutenant Max Ekhardt was revealed and the modest frame of Jack Napier.

"You know, shit's going down, and the game is changing, and we don't like it," Napier said to the man in the shadows. "The rules of Gotham City, there's a bunch of people that don't seem to want to play with them, on both sides of the law."

"Never pegged you as the sort of guy who play by the rules," Ekhardt grumbled and Napier looked at him and sighed.

This guy didn't get it and didn't get how dangerous the changing climate in this city was city could be for business.

"You know, these people don't get it, and it's all about Dent, he's sniffing around where he shouldn't be sniffing around, in a place that could put all our necks in the gallows," Napier said and a crack of lightning echoed. It was something out of a film noir. "And there's Black Mask, he's pushing into Duquesne's territory."

Napier's face contorted into a humorless expression and he leaned forward.

"What will it take to get some police attention focused to get the rats out of where they don't belong?" Napier asked him and Ekhardt blinked at him.

He gave another cough. "I'll have a word with a couple of the guys, but you do realize that none of this will come cheaply."

"Help in this city rarely does," Napier said through gritted teeth and he leaned back. "You ought to think about the future, times are changing in this city. You think nuts like Penguin and Black Mask are going to play by all of the old rules. You should get a room right next to them if you do…our mutual friends don't like it, and neither should you, if your chickens ever come to roost."

Eckhardt glared at Napier with one of those piercing looks that could burn through wood, but he nodded.

"Here, have this, bite down on it."

Napier patted Eckhardt on the head as the light from the cigar faded when he finished it. Something else slipped in his hand that wasn't something to chew on. "Just think about the future, your future. I'll be around, you know that."

Napier disappeared into the light and that allowed Eckhardt to go their separate ways.

"He thinks that…." Eckhardt said and he gave another cough. "See what I can do, but the man scratches the back pretty good so maybe I can call in something."

He didn't even stumble about five steps from where he was.

"Eckhardt," a low voice whispered.

He stopped and turned around. That was the last thing that he did before he was shot in the head. Then he was blasted once in the heart. That second shot knocked him onto his back and he fell like an extremely fat sack of bricks.

The shooter stepped forward. A 9mm Glock with the serial number filed off dropped to the ground in front of him.

Then a hand reached forward and pinned a picture of Eckhardt and Napier meeting on his coat. With that, the corpulent cop laid dead in the middle of the streets, the perfect end, to the not so perfect life that he led.

Harry left Barbara with her father, she since wanted to spend more time with her. Therefore, she spent the night in her old room at Jim's place.

Now that she was safely home, Harry had other business to attend to. He walked up a decrepit looking staircase in an older looking apartment building. It was in one of the rougher neighborhoods in Gotham City.

'Things have been pretty quiet tonight,' Harry thought.

Dinah smiled in response. 'That's really not a good thing half of the time, especially in Gotham City.'

'It almost makes you think that there's something that's going to happen, but are any of you really sure what?' Kara asked in response. She was doing the night owl thing right now as she was on mission control. Not that there was that much to do right now.

It's a really quiet evening tonight and nothing really happened. Harry could not help, but put together that fact in his mind again. To the point where he worked himself up for a storm that might be brewing but he didn't know.

Then again, with the weather, the real storm brewing was outside. Criminals could only stand up so much because of the rain and it started to rain pretty heavily. Then to add to the fun and games, it got windy and cold. It was a typical night in Gotham City when autumn slowly turned to winter.

'You know, I'd head on in if I was a criminal tonight, I don't think that anything is going on,' Harry thought and he paused and added. 'Unless you count one of the worst storms to ever rage down on Gotham City as something happening, which I wouldn't really argue with you that much.'

Dinah jumped in on the bond and spoke with him. 'So, are you really sure about this?'

'Yes, I'm pretty sure about this,' Harry agreed with her and he sighed. 'Batman should be out for a moment later, and we know nothing is going to stop him from patrolling in this weather.'

'The charms on the armor keep us warm, but it is getting pretty wet,' Jaime grudgingly admitted from her side.

Harry smiled, that was for sure. Water repelling charms worked like a charm, but they could only go so far. It didn't help for instance that the water didn't have anywhere to repel when it bounced all about Gotham City.

He realized that during the moment of his conversation he was here where he needed to go. Harry reached the very top of the stairs that he climbed up and stepped out into the hallway. He walked a short distance and reached into his pocket. He pulled a key ring out of his pocket.

Without any further pause, he leaned forward and unlocked the door. He stepped inside, but before he closed the door fully, something attacked him.

This something pounced on him the moment that he entered the room, almost as if she lied in wait for him. He managed to get the door closed before they could get too busy.

And they did get very busy, with the person in question deciding to shove her tongue down his throat. Harry paused and decided to snake his arm around her slim waist and pulled her in.

'She seems wet as I am, must have just gotten here,' Harry thought, and he caught a hint of cigarette taste on her breath. Not really as prominent as it would have been, but still it was present and visible.

That being said, the kiss continued for several moments and their hands ran over each other's body. She stepped back and took a long look at him and came into greater prominence.

The mystery woman was Sarah Essen, who broke the kiss in order to catch her breath. She wore a red silk shirt, along with black slacks. Underneath it she wore an extremely sexy lack black set of bra and panties.

Whilst she caught her breath, Harry leaned in to suck on her neck and she closed her eyes, to allow his talented mouth and tongue to work their magic. Both actions were extremely divine to be honest, and she felt her breath get taken away.

Harry sucked on her neck and shifted his hold, so both of his hands grasped her ass. He lifted her up off of the ground.

Never one to be denied, Sarah shifted her legs around and then buried his head into her cleavage. She grew excited and wet, and not because of the rain storm, about what he could potentially do to her when he had her like that.

He started to undo her blouse with his teeth, and Harry felt her heated gasp to response.

The lady knew precisely what she wanted and who was Harry to deny what she wanted. Especially when a gaze so wanton was directed at him. It was obvious that she didn't want to wait until they got to the bedroom.

They ended their way over by a heated couch and prepared to begin the dance.

Sarah watched excitedly as Harry pealed her jeans off of her, to reveal her panties that matched her black bra. She inhaled and exhaled excitedly and continued to run his hands down her face and all the way down her body, to touch her breasts.

She jolted for once and Harry stood naked before her. His hand traveled all the way around and reached between the center of her legs. He rubbed circles around her dripping hot hole and increased the pleasure that she felt. His circular motions increased the heat rising from her body when he dipped his hand in her.

Harry felt her juices collect on his fingers and slowly pumped between her legs.

"Take me," Sarah begged him and she wanted him so badly that she could feel it boiling between her thighs.

Harry teased her and decided to skip all of the preliminaries. Rather he pushed back her panties, and aimed himself towards her.

Sarah closed her eyes and felt his cock slam into her tight pussy. She wrapped her legs around him and made sure that hunk of meat didn't drift far between her legs. Her bra removed seconds later.

Harry smiled as she moaned when he bit down on her nipple. He tugged at it with his teeth and increased her pleasure when he licked and suckled her.

His hands roamed underneath her ass, and he caressed her. Harry increased the pleasure that she received and he pumped himself deep between her hot legs.

Her dripping hot center pulsed around him, and Harry continued to work over her body. She pumped her hips up.

His momentum was slow at first, and Sarah dug her fingernails into his shoulder in response when he went into her.

The next thing she knew, he flipped her over onto the couch and she was pinned down face first. Her legs spread for him, and she felt him slide into her from behind, filling her anew once again. His rapid fire thrusts increased her desire for him, and he rocked himself deep between her hot legs to continue to pound her.

The woman panted the more that he pleasured her from behind and Harry smiled.

"Oooh," Sarah moaned, and Harry roamed his hands all over her body. She captured his fingers in her mouth and bit down onto them. Harry smiled and used his free set of hands to run up and down over her breasts.

Harry felt her cum from his actions, but she didn't beg him to slow down. Rather, the contrary, her encouraging moans beneath him caused him to work into her body.

"I bet you got more than you bargained for…."

"No, I'm just getting started, harder, take me harder," she moaned and Harry nipped the back of her neck and that increased his thrusts deep into her. He buried himself between her toned thighs.

He nearly fucked her through the bed, not that Sarah gave a fuck. All that mattered was this pinnacle of manhood speared into her over and over again and took her to greater heights yet.

She came down from an explosive orgasm and Harry again pinned her against the wall.

"You have the right to fuck me all night long," Sarah whispered and Harry pulled back and played with her clit, teasing her.

"I can't believe you went there."

"Just stick your cock in me, I don't even want to ever to be able to walk the next day," she encouraged him, and her dripping thighs hungered for his man meat.

He nestled his face between her breasts and started sucking them. The pleasure he caused her to have was second to none, and Harry wanted to keep working her over until she lost her mind.

Then he plunged himself into her, his manhood rocked its way between her walls. She tightened her hot walls around him.

The wall's integrity held through, and Harry held her back against the wall. He pumped into her and Sarah pushed back. Their loins met together in an extremely passionate dance. The young police officer closed her eyes and savored the moment.

Harry smiled, her hot hips clenched around him, and squeezed his tool when he battered her tight young pussy.

"We're getting closer, you know."

"Oh, I know," Sarah said and she balanced herself onto the wall. She squeezed her tight center around him again.

Each thrust he brought into her brought her to even more places ever before. If she didn't know why he left many of the girls that he was with smiling, Sarah learned this all. The lesson reinforced with each and every thrust.

Harry felt her tight walls wrapped around her, and her back arched against the wall. She hung onto the back of his neck, and felt his manhood rammed deep into her body. The woman's thighs caressed and tugged at his manhood and created a lovely sheath for his manhood. He closed his eyes and pushed further into her.

"Ooh, that's it….."

"Do you think that you have one more round in you?" Harry asked. He gripped her ass firmly and she nodded, biting down on her lip.

"For you, I'd follow you to the ends of the world, you know," Sarah said and with encouragement, she dug her fingers deep into the back of his neck.

Harry pushed back into her, his manhood striking a cord deep into her body. She closed her eyes and the pleasure increased the more that he drove himself inside her. He fucked her hard against the wall again and again.

How many times did Sarah cum? All the count that she had of that had been lost. All she knew was that his hands roamed her body, along with his mouth, and this large hunk of manhood battered her dripping cunt.

Heaven this was, pure heaven. They made their way around the living room area. Pretty sure that they hit the bed at one point as well, before they made their way back to the heated sofa. They were too busy with the actual act of sex to worry about the particulars of where it was happening.

And she ended up on top for the finale, which she appreciated. She roughly kissed him, biting down on his lip so hard that she almost, but not quite drew blood. Then she slip her dripping hot hips around him.

Grinding her tool box down onto him, Sarah's determination shined through her eyes when she attempted to make him cum hard.

Then she stopped and decided that that wasn't the way that she wanted to finish, not at all.

She walked across the living room area of the apartment and got down onto the chair, her ass in the air. Sarah looked over her shoulder and beckoned Harry to come forward.

"Finish in my ass, and fuck me hard as you do. I want to think about you tomorrow when I sit down."

Harry walked over towards her and smiled when he sauntered over to her. His hands placed on either side of her hips.

His rod squeezed into her ass and Sarah bit down on her lip. At first, she did wonder if she bit off a little more than she could chew, but after a few seconds, she really got into it. Harry held onto her waist and pumped into her hard, and rammed deep into her ass.

Sarah closed her eyes and felt the pleasure of her anus closing around him. Harry's able hands also made sure to stimulate her pussy, which she appreciated.

Harry grunted hard. "Damn, has this ever been fucked?"

"Never trusted anyone to get behind me like that," Sarah whispered and Harry pinned her arms back behind her. That gave him the necessary leverage to hammer her tight rear. "Guess there's a first time for everything."

She wasn't kidding when she wanted to think of Harry every time she tried to sit down for the next week. And she knew that Harry wouldn't hold back out of some pathetic gentlemanly obligation.

Harry worked deep into her anal region and continued to hammer her. His thick rod pushed deep into her hot tight hole.

All good things reached their climax and Harry was about ready to reach his. He rested his hands on either side of her hips and he came deep inside her with a shuddering splash.

His cum splattered into her anus, and Harry hung onto her, pumping his way deep into her body. Thrust after thrust caused her body to quiver with pleasure when he wrapped up in her.

Both of them collapsed, extremely pleased, but they weren't quite done yet.

After their heated little exchange wrapped around each other, having found their way over to the couch and she smiled in response.

"Amazing, and that just proves the first time wasn't a fluke," Sarah said when she wrapped her legs around him and snuggled in tightly to him. "Then again, that was when I offered you my help, and you pounced on it, in more ways than one."

"And I passed whatever standards that you had…..but you know…"

"We all have our good nights, we have our bad nights, but for you, I guess your good nights are every single night you could imagine," Sarah said and she took a breath. "And…I suppose that with that on the way, we need to get to more serious things. There's been another murder."

"Again?"

"Eckhardt…..not exactly the guy with the sunniest reputation in the world, so you know that he was into something really nasty," Sarah informed him and Harry responded with a nod.

"Third time, right?"

"Exactly, there was Frank Pratt, the first victim, then it was Laureen Wilcox, and the third was Max Eckhardt," Sarah recited to him. "All of them were members of the GCPD, who were found to be on the take."

Harry whistled. "Knew about Pratt and Eckhardt, but Wilcox….didn't really….."

Sarah placed a finger on his lips and smiled. "She was on the phone with Mario Falcone of all people around the time that she was murdered. No real leads, but whoever is behind this, they're picking their shots wisely."

"So, what's happening with Karlo?" Harry asked.

Sarah didn't waste any time in explaining. "Apparently, he took advantage of the Janitor who went in there during a shift change. He knocked the man out, switched their clothes, and bandaged the Janitor's face up. Nobody was the wiser until a Nurse went in there to check his bandages."

She sighed and shifted herself against him. Leaning in for a kiss, she made it clear that it was just an intermission from their activities. Rather they just got warned up.

Harry agreed with that and prepared to move in for the kill.

Batman slipped his way into the top floor office that belonged to the recent murder victim who owned the four buildings he investigated the night before. All of them burned down with the signs of arson.

It was extremely easy for him to slip inside the building. One of the windows was left open for some time after all, where anyone could slip inside the building. There's that wet damp smell in the air, the kind that you would find outside.

The dead of the night, it's extremely quiet, so quite that it's unsettling. No one has been here for awhile.

'The GCPD must not be able to obtain a warrant to search the Office properly,' Batman thought to himself. Then again, they might not be tripping over themselves to get that all important warrant. It leads some credence to the fact that the fire and the murders was part of a conspiracy theory of some sort.

Of course, unless someone from the GCPD was sent here off of the clock, there could be some evidence lingering around. Batman had to check the area around the office.

That being said, there didn't appear to be anything of particular interest in this part of the office. He spotted a couple of real estate deals to buy a couple more run-down apartment buildings, some construction supply lists, and some progress reports on the status of each sight. Nothing that was too suspicious for what was being in the office building.

Batman approached the private office of the man who was murdered and the smell filled his nostrils. The window in there was wide open.

He pushed himself into the office and searched around. The office was extremely orderly to the point where it was obsessively so. That matched up nicely with the memories that he had of the victim and how he was an extreme neat freak. Everything was in order, everything needed to be in its proper place.

He slipped across the room and searched around. He wanted to find the safe and he had a good idea where the safe was, given the fact that he had been extensively trained in this sort of thing.

He moved the picture that covered the mantle and could not help, but notice that it moved with a hiss that indicated that it needed to be oiled.

At least that's what he assumed. He revealed the safe.

That literally blew up in his face.

His cowl absorbed most of the impact and the fire bomb exploded into the room. He slammed hard into a large oak desk.

As Batman faded from consciousness, he couldn't help and notice that the room around him started to go up in flames due to the explosion.