Chapter 39: Born on a Monday

Harry and Diana had to agree with each other, Helena Sandsmark recommended an amazing place for them to go. Club Olympus was an amazing place to eat.

"Hope you like it," Helena said to them and she could see Harry and Diana watch her with smiles on her face. The Archeologist looked at them. "I know that…"

"Well it has a great atmosphere," Diana said and Harry nodded, he would have to concur.

"Yes, it does, but all we have to do is wait to be waited on?" Harry asked and Helena gave him a bright smile in response. They were a bit earlier than normal but their reservation would get them in at the designated time.

It was the type of places, you need to know someone here to show up but Helena got them in and Harry appreciated it. He looked forward to what else she had to say to him.

Their conversation just barely scratched the surface from earlier and she had to really discuss certain matters.

"So, I wish to ask a question about Professor MacElroy," Harry said and Helena smiled, she could sense where this one was going. That being said, she allowed Harry to ask it regardless. "In one of my classes, his name came up….."

"Well his is a curiosity, but I haven't had any problems with him yet," Helena said as she smiled at him. She thought of the rumors that circulated from him, when he came from Yale. There was a bit of a Scandal there and he spent a few years in a hospital because of what happened.

"Doctor Ravencroft discussed him, so I was wondering if…"

"Well, so far he's kept his nose clean for the most part, let's hope he stays that way," Helena said, she was keeping a close eye on him for those reasons. That being said, he really gave her no reason to panic yet. "I didn't ask, he didn't tell…."

"So, it's one of those things where he honestly doesn't want to talk about it," Diana replied and Helena smiled in response.

"Precisely," Helena said and there was really no more to be said other than that. If someone was not willing to say anything, than she was not going to force the issue at all.

Harry took his attention off of that matter, because there was a man approaching them. He stopped and saw Helena, before speaking in recognition. "Helena!"

Harry and Diana got their first good look at this man, he looked middle aged, but at the same time he kept himself in fairly good shape. The snug blue suit that he wore was stylish but at the same time, it make him come across with the air of someone who wanted to intimidate anyone. He had a prominent beard as well, one that would stand out even at a distance.

"Maxie, it's been a long time, hasn't it?" Helena asked and the man looked at him. "This is Maximillian Zeus."

"Right, Mr. Zeus," Harry said as he looked at the man. "I've heard a lot about you, how you've done fairly well for yourself."

"Yes, I've rebounded back quite nicely from my divorce," Zeus said, it was obvious that his ego had gotten a huge pump up but why wouldn't it have been? "I've opened up this chain of restaurants, and night clubs, and business has been booming."

"Well it's always good to see someone that is proud of his success," Harry said, there was a certain vibe.

'Well, he's a bit too confident if you ask me,' Faora thought.

'You know you of all people saying that….' Karen thought and Jaime chimed in.

'Well, I'm getting the same vibe as well,' Jaime thought but Harry offered the man a polite handshake which he took, he had a strong grip.

"Maximillian was my history professor at GCU, but he's moved on from other things," Helena said. "This is Harry Potter, and Diana Prince."

"Doctor Harry Potter, I presume," Zeus said, there was a jovial tone to his voice, but it was almost forced as he looked at Harry, almost as if trying to figure out what he was all about. The two men locked all eyes.

"The very same," Harry replied and Zeus shook hands with Diana, looking her over.

"Let me show you to your table, and you can get on with your meal," Zeus said in a calm and crisp voice, leading the trio over to the table.

When Helena, Diana, and Harry were sitting down, they ordered their food.

"So where does your next expedition, lead you?" Harry asked, as the group waited patiently for the food that they were told would be there in about fifteen minutes.

Helena smiled, looking extremely thought about the matter. "Well, there are a few options but Egypt seems to be where I want to go. I have a feeling that there's a lot of potential there."

"Well, with you leading the trip, I don't doubt that," Harry said as he leaned back and he could have sworn that he saw something behind him but there was nothing.

"Yes, I can't wait to see what treasures you were unearth," Diana said, she was interested in seeing if Doctor Sandsmark would find any hint about any splinter Amazons being in the area. The rumor that Aresia might have taken refuge there was fresh in Diana's mind and she was looking forward to seeing if any future news broke.

The group made light conversation about their plans and Harry paused for a second, he had a feeling that there was something there.

For the briefest second, he could have sworn that he spotted someone looking out of the window. In fact, Maxie Zeus was staring at them from the Manager's office.

For a brief second that was, and he returned to where he was. They continued the discussion, at least until dinner was served a few moments later.

Without any pause, Harrison blasted the door of the Hospital Wing open. The guard was taken care of with a slight misdirection spell, as was the healer. It was easy to get inside.

"You know this is a long time coming," Lily whispered as she stood over Snape, malice flashing through her green eyes. Anyone who knew her and what she was capable of would be terrified beyond all belief.

This was Lily Evans-Potter, the smartest witch in her generation, and someone who had a good reason and a bone to pick of Snape. And she would insure that he paid for what he did, with added interest.

What he tried to do to Rose was also very fresh in Lily's mind, so that gave her an added incentive.

"So….the lights are on, but no one's home," Harison told Lily and Lily smiled.

"He's lucky that he survived this long, but it's obvious that he got off light," Lily said and she stared at the sedated Snape. She figured that he was just aware enough to know that she and Harry were here and he hoped that he was having another night terror. "I know you can hear me."

Snape was staring off into space and Lily advanced upon him, malice flickering through her eyes for the next moment.

"But, I don't care if you can hear me or not, because I want you to listen to me, and listen to me good," Lily whispered as she leaned down and Harrison would once again hate to be anyone who would incur her wrath.

'What is she going to do now?' Ginny asked, feeling a bit nervous.

'Something horrible, awful, something that's going to make his short life full of misery and woe,' Rose said as she did not want to watch but at the same time, she could not turn away. It was one of those train wreck moments where it was difficult to look away no matter what.

'Oh that's excellent,' Astoria said as she was about ready to rub her hands together in sheer glee and Daphne smiled at the thought of her sister's antics, as cruel as they might seem to another person.

'You would think that, wouldn't you?' Daphne thought to her.

'Yes, I would,' Astoria agreed, as she folded her arms together and waited to see what was going to happen.

"I was going to smother you with a pillow, it would be quick, it would be painless, and more importantly, you would be dead," Lily whispered to Snape and whether or not there was any signs of recognition flashing through his eyes, that was up for some serious, serious debate. Regardless he was mentally down on the bed, unable to move. "Hence, why I'm not going to do it, it's too easy."

It became more obvious now than ever before that Snape was on borrowed time.

"And the only reason that you're not getting off worse than you are is because I can't prove that you've done certain other crimes to me, and you know what I'm referring to," Lily whispered, her voice dripping with acid and venom. "And you're very lucky that I'm not nailing you to the cross for that one. But, you see, I'm not about to let you off that easily as well. No far from it, you're going to suffer. And once your heart gives out from the torment, you're getting dragged straight to a place where you belong. You'll be next to your old masters, where all three of you can spend all eternity tormenting each other."

Lily reached into the bag and pulled out a syringe, which was filled up with a nasty purple, almost black liquid. It gave itself a foul aura that might in fact turn the stomach of anyone who had seen it.

"So, that's….."

"Yes, it is," Lily whispered as she leaned down further so she could whisper in Snape's ear on last time. She would send him on a trip to the land of the surreal and terror. "No foolish wand waving, no silly incantations needed for this one Snape. Just chemicals, and I've modified it just with you in mind. You want to cement your reputation based on mine? Well, I can make sure that the only memories you have of me are those that are tearing you apart."

Lily was angered beyond all belief that he stole her hard work. The only solace was that eventually his reputation was damaged beyond all belief but that was only a small amount of solace.

She picked up the syringe and jabbed it into the side of Snape's neck, which caused his pupils to dilate, along with the drool to come out of the side of his mouth.

Then, it was hell.

The toxin that Scarecrow used in Gotham City some time ago, it had been modified. It would slowly strip away any of Snape's good memories, which he didn't deserve, and show him his absolute worst torments.

Snape screamed out loud and Harrison smiled. There was no one but the three people in this room, along with all of the people hanging around in the bond that would hear his screams.

The few cherished memories that Snape had with Lily during their brief time as friends decayed, Lily peered into his psyche and smiled as they faded away.

"The potion causes your worst nightmares to come to light, I guess the best way to describe it would be essence of a Dementor," Lily whispered and Harrison stood back.

Snape's screams got more frantic and he would have clawed his eyes out if he had any hands to do so. That might have prolonged his suffering. The show that Harry and Lily gave him in the graveyard on that night was amplified.

The sands of time expired and Harrison almost had this sixth sense through Prime that both sides of Death anticipated that they would get to drag Snape to his eternal torment. His death would be sweet, that much was for sure.

"No, no, no, Potter, no, no, no, Lily, no," Snape stammered as his body shook and the pain sedation potions was burning through.

He could see it once again, the failures, his arms having been taken off, then his legs, and then being reduced to a shell. His memories were destroyed, with no sense of self. All he was left with was the horror of what Lily and Potter did.

"Please, no more, no more," Snape whispered as he could feel himself blocked from the gates of death.

"Sounds like what your victims said, didn't they, Sev?" Lily asked coldly and she was not about to let Snape get the better of her.

'So, going, going…..' Amanda thought.

'Gone,' Emily said and Snape drew his last breath, the last image he saw before being dragged straight to his internal torment was the pleasure on Lily's face as Potter fucked her from behind.

Severus Snape was finally dead and he didn't have a fun time getting to that point. Nor would have a fun time in the afterlife. There was a special place in hell reserved for scum like him.

Lily smiled and wrapped her arms around Harrison and the two exchanged a searing kiss of triumph. While she thought that Snape might have gotten off a bit easy, something that she was sure that Astoria, Bella, and Ginny amongst others would agree with, she would along it.

The moment that they left with a pop, the doors flung open and the healers entered the Hospital, frantic.

They were two late, Snape had fallen, he was dead. A scan of his body indicated that he had a bad reaction to one of the sedative potions.

It was fortunate that he did not have an estate to sue the fine Healers of St. Mungos; otherwise they would have been in hot water.

"I appreciate you coming over, but I'm fine," Vicki protested but Kara sat herself down on the couch next to Vicki with a smile on her face.

"Are you really fine?" Kara asked and the reporter looked back at the blonde. Vicki was dressed in a jean skirt and a faded t-shirt. She was made to take the week off due to her dreadful ordeal, but she really hated that fact. It was just something about the fact that those vultures in the media are going to claw themselves back up and take her spot.

"Look, I know that Harry wanted you to look after me, but I'm fine, seriously, completely fine," Vicki protested and Kara looked at her. "You don't believe me, do you?"

"No, let's watch some television, it might get your mind off of things," Kara said with a bright smile and Vicki could not help but be sucked in by Kara's personality. The blonde was dressed in a black tank top that stretched over her ample curves. The jean skirt and pair of thigh high boots added to the allure, and then her hair was clipped back in a ponytail. The pair of glasses gave Kara an air of sophistication.

"Just as long as it's not the news."

"Well, no, you're on break," Kara said, as she stretched out. "I ordered a pizza, it should be here in about thirty minutes or less, or it's free."

"Yeah, they try and get out of that every time, good luck," Vicki said.

'Girl has a point,' Dinah added, and there was a loophole that if the pizza was late because of a gang war, they charged extra. Which might seem like a stupid stipulation but it was Gotham city and gang wars broke out with an alarming regularity. So they actually made a fair profit.

"So, you're studying media relations?" Vicki asked.

"Yeah, things are getting very intense, there's a lot of work in it," Kara said and she smiled. "But, naturally, I'm sure that you know better than anyone how hard of a game it is out there."

"No kidding, it's been a male dominated profession….well in the legit jobs anyway, things are getting far better than they were but it's still a long and winding road," Vicki said to Kara with a sigh to her, as she got up.

She supposed that she could wait for the pizza, but she wanted to make some popcorn.

"Yes, I noticed that a lot of the females…"

"Are in the middle of the puff piece crowd, yes I know," Vicki agreed, as she decided to ensure that the microwave was timed correctly. "The problem is, I wouldn't really want to recommend people going into the line of fire, unless they're up for it and are not easily freaked out."

"I think that I'm one of the people who want to succeed….."

"Well if you really do want to succeed, you're going to have to make sure you're further and higher above the rest of the pack," Vicki said, as she sat down and Kara took a piece of the popcorn that she was offered. "Otherwise, you get to be someone doing those puff pieces at best, about what billionaire has the prettiest eyes…"

"Which is a waste of time, because we all know the answer to that…."

'Harry Fucking Potter,' several girls in the bond chanted in unison and Kara smiled, even though Vicki didn't really get the significance of that.

"Yes, well….puff piece at best, or maybe worse, depending on how you look at it," Vicki said, slowly chewing on the piece of the popcorn. "Then there are a lot of weather girls or you get stuck doing gossip. Celebrity gossip, which is you talking about a lot of people who are only famous for being famous and didn't do much of anything. Just a bunch of spoiled rich kids living off a trust fund, and likely got themselves in hot water by being on an entire mess of drugs."

"That is a problem," Kara said and Vicki smiled, as she looked at her.

"Would you like something to drink, with that? Sorry, I forgot to ask….."

"Yeah, milk would be good," Kara said, after munching on a piece of popcorn.

"Surprised you didn't flinch, it was a little hot," Vicki said and Kara smiled.

"Really, I didn't notice," Kara said and she smiled. "I guess different tastes, for different people, and all that."

"Yes, I guess," Vicki said and she smiled. The company was enjoyed because it was normally a boring night around here. "So….I really think that if you put some good hard work and graduate the top of your class, you're on the right path. Of course, one could say that's where the real education begin once you get your foot in the door."

"Well, I enjoy a challenge," Kara said and she sipped her drink calmly, watching the swell of Vicki's breast as she breathed.

Vicki noticed where Kara's eyes were heading and she wondered if there was a good reason why she was this excited.

A knock on the door had stopped Vicki from going down that road, at least for now.

"Oh that must be the pizza, I'll get it," Kara said, balling up her fist. "And he's five minutes early from being late."

"Well maybe we should applaud that efficiency," Vicki said.

'I don't know how you got an early pizza, we never get an early pizza,' Amanda thought, balling her fists up immediately in frustration.

Vicki smiled, she knew that she really shouldn't. The popcorn was pushing it but after her cardio sessions with Harry, she was feeling more daring than ever before.

She took the piece of pizza that Kara offered her and slowly ate it. She savored the taste, the flavor in her mouth was rather good and her heart beat faster.

"Tastes good, doesn't it?" Kara asked, as she ate the piece of pizza.

Perhaps it was her, but Vicki thought that it was pretty hot the way that Kara was eating this piece of pizza. How she savored the taste, with an erotic look dancing in her eyes.

"Oh that's hot," Vicki said and she recovered quickly, thinking on her feet, as any reporter would. "The pizza, the pizza, of course, it's the pizza."

"I know what you meant, Miss Vale," Kara said with a smoldering smile on her face. "So, you've been figured in, haven't you?"

"Is that code for….."

"It's code for what you think it is, honey," Kara said, slowly licking the cheese off of her fingers, sucking it. Her hand rested on Vicki's bare thigh and the reporter felt a rush of pleasure flow through her body. "You know about the arrangement, that Harry has with various women."

"Yes….I know about that, all too well, I mean you have to be blind not to put two and two together," Vicki said, feeling her throat dry up as Kara looked at her with a smoldering grin on her face. Vicki felt shivers go down her spine and Kara licked her lips, staring Vicki down.

"An intelligent reporter, I would figure, but you know that our girls…..they have to be comfortable with each other," Kara said and Vicki raised her eyebrows at the blonde. Her hand snaked up Vicki's leg, and stopped short of going underneath her skirt. "And by comfortable, I mean…."

"I know what you mean," Vicki whispered as she could feel her body heat up and her nipples poked against her top. It became uncomfortable and kind of hard.

"As one of Harry's Alphas, I figure that you need to understand your responsibilities as a member of this pack," Kara whispered in Vicki's ear and the woman closed her eyes. "Do you understand?"

"Yes….wait one of his Alphas?" Vicki asked and she decided to ask what would be an obvious question. Her reporter's instincts dictated no less. "Isn't an Alpha by definition….."

"Yes, normally, but Harry exceeds and destroys all expectations, he is a strong male that will have many strong females," Kara whispered and she was almost on top of Vicki. The reporter realized that Kara's strong grip was on her and her lips were inches away from hers, in both senses of the word.

"Well…..um….yeah," Vicki managed, she wondered what she was getting herself into. Her heart once again sped up and the blonde smirked at her. It was one of those smirks, the type that caused females to lose their mind.

"Not much for talking, are we?" Kara whispered in her ear. "That's fine, neither am I."

Without another word, Kara's lips planted onto Vicki's and she closed her eyes, enjoying the mind blowing kiss. It was obvious that she knew what she was doing and Vicki kissed her back, her adrenaline pumping. She placed her hands on Kara's hips, which she encouraged.

Things were about to get extremely heated between the two women.

Vicki whimpered as Kara placed her hand down her panties, and her talented fingers pumped between her thighs.

"Just relax, it will feel good," Kara whispered and she bent down, going between Vicki's legs and the reporter closed her eyes, as Kara shoved her talented tongue deep into Vicki's smoldering hot snatch.

Vicki was not going to lie, that did in fact feel good. So good in fact, her legs locked around Kara's head and her mouth went to town on her hot, wet snatch. The blonde drove her tongue into Vicki.

"Please, want to taste you," Vicki begged and she laid back on the couch, and the two got into a charged sixty nine position.

She was up close and personal with Kara's sweet snatch. Grabbing her hips, the reporter dug into her, licking and slurping her. Her tongue explored her inner walls and she got even hotter the more that she worked herself into Kara's hot chambers.

"Ooooh, yes," Kara panted, she could feel Vicki work into her. The blonde closed her eyes, and returned to the hot snatch beneath her.

The two tasted each other for a few more minutes, just enjoying the feel and the rush that this arrangement gave them. It was then that Kara decided to call the next play.

The blonde grabbed Vicki's shirt and removed it. She wore a blue bra from the waist up and Kara drank in the delicious flesh. She squeezed her breasts and this caused Vicki to close her eyes, moaning loudly.

"So, you want this, don't you?" Kara whispered and Vicki bit down on her lip, nodding eagerly. Kara was not about to deny a female something that she wanted. Her hands roamed the woman's tight body and she could feel the pleasure that spiked up to another level.

"Yes, I want this, please give it to me, oh," Vicki mewled, as Kara's lips wrapped around her nipple and she sucked it with practiced eased.

Seeing Kara's cleavage this close to her face, Vicki wondered what they would be like. They looked so large, firm, and they bounced. Oh god, did they ever bounce!

"Go ahead, honey, taste them, touch them, make them yours," Kara encouraged Vicki and Vicki took that encouragement, nearly ripping Kara's shirt off.

She was about to comment about no bra, but she could not bring herself to think that. Vicki was pulled on Kara's lap and her face buried between her breasts.

Kara smiled, working her fingers into Vicki's pussy and the redhead panted, as Kara bit down on her shoulder. That caused her cunt to clamp down onto her fingers and Kara dug deeper into her. The redhead bucked her hips, her juices dripping onto Kara's fingers.

"Mmm, you taste so good," Kara whispered, placing her fingers into her mouth, dripping from Vicki's cunt juices. "That tastes so good, so really good, doesn't it?"

Vicki's eyes flooded with the lust and Kara continued to work into her at super speed. Her loud whine could be heard.

"Let's step this one up," Kara said, pushing Vicki on her hands and knees and pulling out a strap on with a long dildo. "Now, it might be small comparable to Harry, but I know how to use it."

Vicki's eyes widened as Kara plunged into her from behind with the strap on and her eyes closed.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," Vicki whimpered, with Kara nailing her from behind with the strap on.

Kara rammed into Vicki from behind, touching her breasts and causing her to moan. The strap on made her feel the insides of young Miss Vale, like a real cock might. Magic was a wonderful thing.

Vicki never thought that this would feel so good, being bent over the crouch, being nailed hard. It felt almost as good as Harry, but not quite. Kara's lips kissed the back of her neck and licked behind her ear.

"Shit," Vicki said, she came by that touch, as she heard the door open.

"Hello, Harry," Kara whispered, as he rammed into her hard from behind. "We'll be with you in a minute."

Harry smiled and waved his hands. "Take your time, it will be good, I'm sure."

"Oh, it's fucking great actually," Vicki moaned, as she could see Harry watching one of his Alpha's nail her and hard. He slowly got undressed, making sure she saw the reflection of his body in the mirror and that got her hotter and wetter.

Kara smiled, rocking into Vicki, but moments later, the desire to see Harry ram into her hard really heated her up.

"She's all yours, honey," Kara whispered and she pulled back, allowing Harry to go to work.

Vicki could feel her face on top of Kara's lap and Harry's hand on her waist. There was a second where she waited for him. The anticipation made things even more heated. She could feel him brush against her slit, teasing her.

"Oh, Harry, please, I need you," Vicki whispered and the green eyed wizard pushed into her from behind.

Her pussy stretched out, filling his cock, and she closed onto him.

Harry held his hands onto her back, sawing into her tight pussy. The redhead's nipples became stiffened and Kara bit down on one of them, which caused her to squeal.

Vicki was being double teamed by Kara and Harry and she loved it. His hands on her ass, teasing her like that, along with him keeping up a steady tone. Her body grew entirely sweaty, as Harry continued to explore every tantalizing inch of it.

"Oooh, so good," Vicki moaned as she felt an orgasm blow her mind and Kara smiled.

"I think she needs a gag," Kara said, adjusting the strap on and she shoved it in Vicki's mouth, pumping it into her.

Vicki wondered how advanced this particular sex toy was, because it moved in her mouth. There was no time to really think about that, as Harry went into her from behind and he teased going into her ass.

She wondered if she would mind that all that much, it did feel hot.

Harry grinned, building up the anticipation and he could see Vicki had already been worn down a fair bit by Kara. He wondered if she would last long enough to finish her. She sucked the dildo from Kara like a champ and the blonde closed her eyes.

She magically channeled her cum through her mouth and Vicki nearly passed out from the sheer intensity.

"Time for me to return the favor, honey," Kara whispered and she pulled out of her. "Plus it looks like you're about spent."

Kara slapped Vicki on the ass and that caused her to yelp. The blonde took her place between Vicki's thighs and Harry was behind her.

Harry grabbed onto her hips and pushed himself into her from behind. The blonde's walls tightened around him, as he speared into her. The blonde whimpered in absolute pleasure, with Harry pushing into her from behind.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Kara whispered as Harry slapped into her from behind.

"Yes, indeed," Harry said, their organs meeting with a supersonic blur.

Kara could see that Harry's injuries were mostly healed, but he was not as strong as he was. That being said, this was pretty pleasurable right there, so the blonde was not going to deny that what she feeling wasn't good. Amazing indeed.

Vicki laid back, enjoyed the thrill of Kara's tongue pushing its way into her. Her hands rested on the back of Vicki's head and the reporter was enjoying her tongue pushing into her.

"Damn good, oh damn good," Vicki panted, Kara's tongue was going to finish the job that Harry started.

She blacked out and Kara buried her tongue into Vicki's hot snatch. Harry's hands were placed on her hips and then he roamed his way around her body. The blonde closed her eyes tightly as Harry speared himself into her.

"Take, oh take me, that's good," Kara whined at the top of her lungs.

"I know it is," Harry whispered, kissing the back of her neck and he continued to bring her through new heights of passion.

Harry kissed the back of her neck, now that Vicki was out of it. His balls throbbed and he was about ready to finish in Kara. His hands cupped her breasts, with Harry working into her as fast as he could go.

His balls tightened once more and he sent his juices into her inviting womb. The blonde reared back her head, giving an inviting scream of delight with Harry finishing up in her.

The two lovers collapsed in a sweaty heap, in a tender loving embrace.

"You just had to go there, didn't you?" Harry asked, as a naked Kara reclined on his lap. An equally naked Vicki was on the floor, drooling, having been fucked hard and fast.

"Well, she needs to be trained, sooner rather than later," Kara whispered, with a smile, a grin, and a shrug, which was a feat as it was done all at once.

'But she's not figured into the Network, yet, is she?' Amanda asked.

'Yeah, that's weird, I got in pretty quick, but she didn't?' Dinah asked and it was Faora who fielded an explanation.

'Well, some go in quicker than others, that's just the nature of the game,' Faora thought. 'Har-Zod could sleep with them several times before they are ready to accept the bond. Some are ready to accept it after the first one. Give them time, everyone works at their own pace.'

'Couldn't have explained that better myself,' Harry thought.

'So it varies…..'

'It's on a subconscious level,' Karen chimed in. 'The door is there for them eventually, it's just when they're ready to open it. It's a huge commitment ,essentially marriage, hence why things aren't forced too much.'

'But Harry does give a pretty compelling argument,' Penelope chimed in and there was numerous murmurs of agreement.

"Well she's out for the night," Kara said and she smiled. "Still breathing, even after the working over we gave her."

"Well, I should hope so, but I slipped her a potion just to make sure, not that she doesn't have good stamina to begin with."

"Well, that means that she fits in pretty well," Kara said and the smile on her face was pretty infectious.

"And speaking of good energy…."

He could tell that Kara still had another round into her, the lust in her eyes was easily readable, so Harry pulled her into a tight embrace, and the blonde squealed as he had her pinned back against the couch.

She begged for him to take her and take her was what he did. The dance picked up anew, with a well-practiced rhythm that they got down to a science.

Batman could feel the throbbing headache return to him as he returned to consciousness. He had no idea how long he had been out, but there was one thing that was for certain. Well actually several things that were for sure, as Batman mentally broke them down in his mind. His vision was blurred and his mind felt like it had been sent on a trip to the other side.

His headset was cracked when he was hit, so any way to communication was down. His gloves were removed, along with his belt. Much to his agitation, he was bound to the chair. He tried to find a way out, but he still felt the after effects of a concussion, so his thought process was spotty at best.

He could see two men playing cards at the table. One of them had long scraggly black hair, along with a long black beard, wearing a white top, black jacket, and black pants. He looked like he could run someone down with the force of a big rig.

The other was taller than the other man, which was saying something. He was bald, with a large red beard and piecing dangerous eyes. He wore a green suit, and there was a crowbar lying on a crate next to him, with a bit of blood on it.

Batman spotted the blood splatters on the wall and smelled the decaying smell.

'I'm not the first person to be down in this basement,' Batman thought, coming to one horrifying conclusion.

One of the heavies grunted and nudged the other. They spoke silently, although Batman could not hear what they said.

His cowl was still on, and he figured that there was a reason why they didn't remove it. Then again, he had fail safes in it, but there was no sense that it had been tampered with.

One of them went up the stairs, leaving Batman to contemplate his fate. He had answers, but remained silent. It would be too much of a risk to try and get through, even with the damage.

'Where is he going?' Batman asked, he saw an old pipe organ stowed in the back. He was in a church, one of the abandoned ones. It had been shut down by budget concerns and had been bought by the esteemed Deacon Blackfire.

Speaking of which, the Deacon made his way down the stairs followed by his acolyte. Batman looked at him and there was a grimace on his face.

"Please allow me to introduce myself," the Deacon whispered in a low growl. "I'm a man of wealth a taste…..I've been around for many of long years, stole a man's soul and faith, and around when our savior, Christ the Lord, had his moment of pain."

The Deacon's wide grin got even wider.

"My friend, I've had a storied past, I was born in Layfette Louisiana, my Daddy from the day that I was born, he was a wicked man, a sinner, you see he was the Captain of his own Shrimp Boat, I hated my Daddy, but I learned to sympathy with him," the Deacon said. "One day, that wicked, wicked man, he pulled me out of school. But then, in the darkness, he succumbed to his own hubris, his shrimp boat, it sank down to the sea."

The Deacon chuckled and grew serious, looking at the Dark Knight Detective.

"He was delusional, he thought that he was a man of great power, but through his delusions, grew a great monster, and that monster is something that reflects in the eyes of all of us," The Deacon said in a whisper and the Dark Knight once again tried to free himself but he found that he was trapped with nowhere to go. "My dear baby brother, he was one who is also trapped in his own delusions and hubris. He thinks that he is beloved and fancies himself as some motivational speaker, but it can be nothing but the truth. Nothing further from the truth, but he would fit in well, wouldn't he? Fit in with those who are deluded to think that their own sins don't matter, because they are a face in the crowd. Or a face behind a mask, thinking that the good lord's eyes will be averted from them."

Batman could tell that he was dealing with a dangerous man.

"I have seen the fire, I have see it, and I have seen death burn through my eyes, and signs that would stop the hearts of the most hardened men," the Deacon whispered. "As for me, I am someone who has seen the light, and see the power, that rounding up the lost lambs before they can get consumed by the same monster that consumed my Daddy and my Granddaddy. The same monster that will consume all of Gotham City in the end. You see, I have seen it, and I have seen clarity. I am not afraid to look certain to look certain death in the eye, for I understand that I have been shielded by the good lord's embrace. I am strong, some might call me an Army Tank with a Ferrari engine, but brother, you have no idea."

Batman could see both of this man's disciples, acolytes, henchmen, whatever you wish to call them, they were on either side of him. It was obvious that they remained like statues, because that was the type of people they were.

"From the ashes of my blood family, I have created a new family, in the name of spiritual guidance. For I have looked the Devil in the eye and saw the pull he has over the lost little lambs who have been forsaken by the wicked herds, and you my friend are not the Devil. But I'm sure you're wondering where you fit in with this."

Batman had nothing to say, which was fine because the Deacon had plenty to say.

"You and I, well, we're going to be good friends. But tell me, brother, have you heard the word?"

Jefferson Skeevers returned to his Gentlemen's Club, feeling that he had a productive night so far. After a booty call, he returned. Standing outside of Crime Alley, right around Ghost Town, he paused.

He looked around, some of his men should be lingering around somewhere. He had a bad feeling about this, he couldn't put his finger on it, but he really had a bad feeling about this.

"Hello?" Skeevers asked, he was a small time pimp and drug dealer, not someone who would be able to fight anyone.

He feared that the Bat or that Ninja or someone like that might have discovered one of his operations. He turned around and then entered the clock.

His heart beat against his ribs and he could see a scene that was directly out of a horror movie. Numb struck in shock the small time criminal looked around and his heart quickened a bit more, picking up the pace.

"DAMN IT!" Skeevers yelled and he bolted for the wall. He could hear something lumbering towards him and then he came face to face with it.

Horror did not even begin to describe what he was feeling. The lights in the club blew out, as he went crashing through the wall.

Everything happened too fast, and then nothing else happened at all. The question of what happened to his men was answered, in the most horrifying way possible.

"CHRISTENED ON A TUESDAY."

Screams of terror followed seconds later.