Chapter Fifty: A Matter of Family Part One.

Chapter Fifty: A Matter of Family Part One.

Jaime smiled, she pretty much figured out by this point that if she was going to be Nightwing, then she was going to be Nightwing all of the way. The woman slipped out of the bathroom, with a long sigh as she shook her head, clearing the cobwebs from it.

Diana and Dinah were in the midst of a work out. And both of those women could go for a long time in every sense of the world. Both of them were sparring with each other and while Jaime wanted to watch them because of the elegant grace that both women had in their movements, she also wished to join them.

So the dark haired woman stepped forward, her hair pulled back, dressed in a tight black top and even tighter black pants.

"Just a second, Jaime," Diana said, eagerness shining through her eyes. She missed her early morning sparring session with Harry, but the fact was that he was on his honeymoon and hopefully enjoying it.

"Yeah, just let Diana finish kicking my ass," Dinah joked, her attempt to be taken down was avoided and blocked.

'I don't know, you're holding your own pretty well,' Donna said and there were some other girls who looked fairly amused about the situation.

'Yes, Donna, you've been in there with your sister, you should know how intense she could be,' Kara said with a smile on her face. Some of these sparring sessions were better than anything that she could hear on television.

Dinah dodged another attack and Diana called for time. The blonde crime fighter knew by now not to take her eye off of the ball.

"Why don't you take five?" Diana asked Dinah and Dinah looked back her.

"Are you kidding, I'm just warming up."

Then again, she just needed a breath and a drink of water. The blonde made her way over and sat down. Despite the fact that she had got knocked around, she was feeling pretty good about herself.

"Are you ready for this?" Diana asked and Jaime smiled, sauntering her way towards the Amazon. She was ready.

"Yes, I think that I'm getting much better," Jaime said and she went for the initial attack.

Diana caught her arm and twisted it behind her back. Jaime grunted, with Diana holding her arm out behind her back. The young female closed her eyes, feeling the pressure on her arm. It very nearly was popped behind her back.

"Not bad," Diana agreed, once again hyper extending Jaime's elbow and pushing it behind her back, forcing her back.

Jaime would hate to hear Diana's definition of bad, if this was not bad, and she was getting her ass kicked.

"Glad you approve," Jaime said, and she grabbed Diana's legs and scissor swept them out from underneath her.

The Amazon was fairly quick and Jaime went for a forearm smash, but she blocked it. Another block and Diana went behind her, grabbing her in a reverse bearhug, but Jaime countered with a nice throwing move that tossed her down.

'I taught her that one,' Faora said and there was some laughter throughout the bond from all of the parties present.

'I'm sure you must be very proud of yourself then,' Kara agreed and there was a moment where everyone was amused, laughing.

The sparring session continued for a little bit, with Jaime going the distance.

"Okay, that's time, why don't we hit the showers?" Diana asked.

'Oooh, hit the showers, interesting,' Kara said with a smile.

'Are you just waiting for a free show?' Amanda asked and Kara fired with a smile of her own.

'Why aren't you?' Kara asked her and Amanda shook her head.

'Yes, yes, I am, but that's not really the point, and you know it,' Amanda thought to the blonde through the bond link, shaking her head in bemusement.

Jaime smiled at the banter, it really was entertaining to start up her morning. Given that she was late to the sparring session, she didn't really feel the need to join in on the shower.

'Ah,' Kara commented, sounding a little bit disappointed. 'I guess you're not adopting all of Harry's habits.'

'Well, I had a private session last night, sorry you missed it,' Jaime thought to them.

'Damn it, I was working on homework, the one night that something is interesting happening, and Harry decided to block off the bond link from the honeymoon,' Kara said, folding her arms and biting down on her lip with an adorable little pout.

'Aww,' Donna cooed in a mocking sweet manner with Kara crossing her arms and pouting.

'I didn't ever act like that, did I?' Karen asked and Jaime gave her a brief flicker of a smile.

'Once or twice maybe, but it was a long time ago, don't worry,' Jaime thought, sitting down and leaning back in the chair to relax, stretching her hands to the heaven, and then dropping them down.

She sipped the coffee and decided that it would be a good time to check the newspaper to see what was happening.

She stopped and paused at something that was front page news. The stomach turning news got Jaime's day off to a shitty start.

Dinah and Diana walked into the room, sensing her distress and the urgency of it. The paper held loosely in her hands.

The blonde leaned over and looked at the paper, her mouth hanging open and pretty much matching Jaime's expression full on. It was news that would turn anyone's stomach, especially this early in the morning.

So say that she was disgusted would be putting it mildly.

"Ten severed heads were found near ten houses, numbered 1001 through 1010, at 31st and Park," Jaime whispered and there were sounds of disgust resounding throughout the entire bond link. "It says here that the decapitated bodies were found in the house, and a nine millimeter handgun was found near the body, there were no witnesses, and no suspicious activity reported."

They allowed the sickening details of this news to really sink in. To say that there were problems with this entire mess would be putting things extremely mildly.

"So…..this has to be the same sicko that attacked on Labor Day, wasn't it?" Dinah asked, slowly coming to that conclusion.

'The MO lines up pretty nicely,' Harry mentally chimed in from afar.

'So do you want us to come back early from the honeymoon?' Zatanna asked them.

'No,' Jaime said firmly, not wanting them to think that she couldn't handle this. 'Enjoy your time…..we'll deal with this, not like we can really do much of anything regardless to begin with.'

'If you say so,' Harry said, not arguing too much but he supposed that he should leave the offer hanging out there just in case

'Although I think it might be a good idea for our Oracle to do some snooping,' Jaime added and that seemed like a sound enough plan.

Gotham City was always a buzz when something was on the verge of opening and the one thing that many people were buzzing about was the Iceberg Lounge. It was opened by the return of one of Gotham's favorite sons, the one and only, Oswald Cobblepot.

Cobblepot was smiling, looking like the cat that ate the canary and why wouldn't he be smiling? Everything was going on rather swimmingly. The entire world rested in the palm of his hand and he continued to become excited for a big event that would occur sooner and he wasn't just talking about the opening of the night club either. Rather there was something that was a bit more personal that was coming down the pike.

He stood outside with Summer Gleeson who was on the scene to report on the historical opening of the Iceberg Lounge. It was decorated like its name sake, with the guards dressed up in their best winter apparel. Some of them were hired help but others were legit. You could still never really be too careful about such a thing.

"So, Gotham City is looking forward to the opening the Iceberg Lounge, which has a potential to be one of the most exclusive clubs in all of Gotham City," Summer said, trying to keep her voice professional. "Anyone who is anyone is here…"

"You'd got that right," Cobblepot said with a toothy grin on his face and Tracey nodded next to his side. "All of the stars are going to be out tonight in Gotham City. There's been a lot of bad things going down this summer and into the autumn, but I'm going to bring some class and dignity back to Gotham City."

He was a bit too up close and personal for Summer and she could feel his fish breath almost in her face. It smelled like he ate a can of sardines before he turned up tonight.

"If you'd like, I'd give you the grand tour, I'm sure that I can make it worth your while," Cobblepot said, with what he thought was a charming smile, but it resembled more of an unsettling leer.

Summer tried not to crack underneath the pressure and be anything less than professional.

"Well, the Iceberg Lounge is shaping up to be one of the spots in Gotham that the world is watching, and no doubt a place where many high rollers will be out for its grand opening, reservations are filling up fast…" Summer said and she casually side stepped Cobblepot.

"Yes, so get on down here, if you want to be a part of it, we might find a space for you," Cobblepot said, continuing what he thought was a charming smile but once again, it was still a rather disturbing looking leer.

"Right, right, this is Summer Gleeson signing off, don't forget to attend the Grand opening of the Iceberg Lounge tomorrow night and thank you, Mr. Cobblepot for your time," she said, adopting her television voice and just blocking out the smell around her.

"Twas a pleasure, Summer," Cobblepot commented and he saw her and her cameraman move out.

That was all well a good, now that he got his name and club out there, it was down to business and quite some nasty business as well.

Cobblepot waddled into the club, and made his way into the backroom. Tracey followed him like an obedient puppy dog.

"Shut the door behind you, don't want anyone listening in that don't need to be, better for their health, you see," Cobblepot said and Tracey nodded in agreement, doing as he said.

"Right," she said, making sure the door shut behind her and then slowly backing up.

Cobblepot turned, seeing Walrus and Mr. Carpenter, along with a half dozen of his best men. And his best men could be pretty rotten sons of bitches to be honest.

"So this is been something that I've been waiting for, for a long time," Cobblepot said, holding the hand of his trick umbrella. "I've been scratching, biting, and clawing my way up from the sewer that they forced me to go into. But I'm not going to take it anymore. Those bastards, they'll pay for what they did to my family."

Cobblepot slammed his umbrella down on the table and the loud crack got the attention of everyone who was watching the festivities.

"The Club opens tomorrow, and it's going to be a bash, but I figure that the real party starts tonight, by sticking it to them all," Cobblepot said, his eyes fixed on the men. "You see, our little billionaire boys, they think that they're so snug and secure, but….time for them to realize that they're going to get some good old fashioned revenge, just the way we used to do things before everyone became soft little bitches that needed their pussy powdered"

Cobblepot picked up his umbrella and broke the locks on it. The crate top flipped open, revealing some impressive weaponry and armor inside.

"I don't need to hold the hands of you lot, when you go to the bathroom, now do I?"

They all shook their head in negative.

"Good, you all know what to do, after what their bloody families did to me, they're going to pay, and you wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you? After all I've done for you lot."

They shook their heads furiously in tandem, they wouldn't want to disappoint him, no way, not in the slightest.

"Then get to work, time for a few debts to be squared away. And it's time to collect with a little bit of interest, tonight"

Alfred sat in the Driver's Seat of the limo, waiting as patiently as he possibly could. Obviously, anyone with a Kindergarten education could figure out who this limo belonged to, that being one Bruce Wayne.

He was pulled up to the front entrance of the tower waiting for Bruce and his new minder to come on through. Alfred cursed who Kane picked because he was going to cause more problems than he was going to help.

'He's picked quite a winner for that one, he did,' Alfred said, shaking his head. The truth was that while the thought of a bodyguard was practical, this one was a rather obnoxious man in his mid-30s, Alfred shook his head. 'Used to be the member of the Secret Service…..so not saying that he's incompetent, but he can be fairly annoying, that one can. Then again, what do you expect from a person like Phillip Kane being the person who chose him'

Alfred crossed his arms, patiently waiting, and sure enough Bruce's minder poked his head out of the front door, looking around.

The bodyguard made his way into the backseat of the limo. There was a stoic look on his face and it seemed to be annoyed about something.

"Where is Master Wayne?"

"Pull the limo around to the back, he will be meeting us there," the bodyguard said, looking over his shoulder. He seemed very annoyed that he was being told how to do his job.

Alfred decided not to question this, really having no reason to. Buckling up, he put the limo into drive and started to bring it around to that destination. He pulled the limo down around the curb.

He made the turn around, going a bit down the block so he could make the turn needed to reach the backdoor of the building.

Alfred backed up a little bit, preparing to make the turn but suddenly, something drove at the back of the limo at a fast speed.

It was a large truck, slamming into the back of the limo. The limo skidded, starting to spin with the full force, with it being slammed into the wall.

Alfred was lucky to be buckled into place, because if he wasn't, he could be dead from being sent through the windshield at such a rate.

The van backed off and the doors clicked open. Footsteps could be heard of the men exiting the limo.

"Alright men, let's move, we don't have much time before someone calls the cops, reporting an accident."

It was another vehicle and Mr. Carpenter lead the charge, bringing his henchmen around from the back. All of them were armed to the teeth with guns. The back of the limo was completely crushed from the back.

Carpenter snapped his finger and a barrage of bullets fired on the back of the limo, causing glass to fly everywhere.

There was a figure from their vantage point that was dropped in the limo and they could see the back of his head, it had dark hair. From their vantage point, they struck their target and not only that, but struck him hard.

Carpenter motioned for the goons to make their way away from the scene of the crime, before they were missed. The damage had been done, or so they assumed.

Alfred could hear the truck pull out and voices. He managed to use his instincts to get out of the limo, forcing the door of the limo to open. It took a tiny bit of effort on his part but adrenaline kicked in and inspired him to push on forward. The butler was motivated by the survival instincts that were built into every arm, to pull himself out of the limo, just seconds before the first round of bullets would have shattered the window in the back seat.

He had a broken arm, several cracked ribs, and some severe lacerations, but he had the presence of mind to roll, pulling himself behind a dumpster where the limo crashed into.

He realized that the bodyguard was still trapped in the back of the limo and Alfred feared that the man might have been dead upon impact. Given how hard that they were hit and how jarring it was, and the fact that Alfred was not sure if the man had his seatbelt on, that was likely going to be the case.

The loss of blood caused him to slowly black out, but not before he heard the barrage of bullets hit the back of the limo. He just barely got out of there by the skin of his nuts.

"Alright, we've got him, let's go, phase one is complete."

Peering around the back of the dumpster with shaky hands, Alfred tried to get a good look at what was happening. They pretty much emptied their guns into the back of the limo. The sounds of sirens could be heard, although perhaps that might have been his head just ringing.

He finally succumbed to his injures, passing out from the pain. His head hit the pavement once again but they had long since pealed rubber out of there, long before the cops arrived.

Medics were on the scene anyway, it would be determined the bodyguard was killed on impact, even though he wasn't really the target that was intended to be struck down.

That being said, Alfred Pennyworth was being hauled off for medical attention, his injuries not fatal but at the same they, they were fairly severe and needed treatment immediately.

At this time in Gotham City, Amanda and Emily were standing outside of the GPA, saying goodbye to some friends.

"See you tomorrow," Amanda said with a smile on her face, facing Bette and Bunny, who waved at them with identical grins.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow, try and stay out of trouble," Bette said and Bunny looked at Bette, with amusement, with Bunny giving the obvious answer. "We'd join you but…."

"Shopping awaits," Bunny said in an excited voice, bouncing up and down in excitement. "Too bad that you can't join us with that…."

"Yeah, we got to get out of here, got things to do, hopefully we can get together sometime, especially since Gabi and Dora are both giving us the evil eye," Amanda said in a completely breathless voice, looking at the two girls in question.

'I'm not giving you the evil eye,' Gabrielle thought and Donna chimed in, joining the group outside.

'Well you could have fooled them, couldn't you?' Donna asked, nudging the part Veela but she glared at Donna, in fact giving her the evil eye.

After a clearing of a person's throat brought her back to focus, she racked her brain.

'Anyway, with Lois having been picked up by her father, I think that's everyone,' Gabrielle added, trying to really to keep the mood light.

'Well not necessarily her father, but her father's aide,' Nym reminded them. 'I guess he's trying to be a father somewhat now, or perhaps he's less busy. I really don't know what's going on there.'

'I don't think it's really our business to know something like that,' Penny said, with Nym joining her in the front seat of the limo.

'I guess you're right, but what's the fun in that?' Amanda asked, making her way into the back seat, with Emily sitting next to her, Gabrielle taking her seat next to Emily, and Donna filling out the row on Gabrielle's other side.

The limo was locked and the security protocols were in place.

"Traffic is going to be a nightmare this afternoon, so hopefully we can get home," Penny muttered, backing out of the GPA parking lot.

'Well, we might have missed out on an amazing shopping trip,' Amanda thought.

'Do you think that you're going to get a prize if you get one hundred pairs of shoes?' Donna asked her.

Amanda folded her arms over her chest and her lip stuck out with a little bit of a pouty expression on her face, giving a strong and powerful sigh. "Of course not, I passed that mark a long time ago."

"She did," Emily confirmed without missing a beat.

"And how many of those shoes do you actually wear?" Gabrielle asked.

"I want to be prepared for any occasion," Amanda argued, wondering why they would doubt her opinion on such serious and important business. The redhead threw her head back and gave a long sigh.

'You do realize that van has been following us since we pulled out of the GPA, don't you?' Nym thought urgently towards Penny.

'Yes, it's very odd, I'm trying to get to a point…..' Penny thought but she could see a van abruptly pull in front of her when she was on a side street.

The van that was behind her was almost right up on her ass.

"What the hell was that, are they nuts?" Amanda yelled, as the van nearly rammed them from behind. The limo didn't sustain that bad of a hit as it was not damaged behind some paint damage, but it was jarring to feel it ram into them from behind.

"Do you really want an answer to that question?" Donna asked and suddenly a third van pulled up towards the left side of them.

Penny looked around, trying not to lose her head. They were up against the side walk, with a van in front of them, a van on the side of them towards the road, and a van right behind it. She saw a shady looking individual nodding.

Nym lifted her hand to defend that but Penny shook her head. Before they jumped the gun, they wanted to see where this one was going.

Another van pulled out of the truck and a large man who looked like an old time strongman with an absurd mustache, having a large shotgun underneath his arm. He was pointing towards Amanda and Emily who exchanged a look of surprise. There were a few other armored goons near him as well.

He approached them, swinging his arms around, with a nasty look on his face, holding the shotgun right at them.

"Get out of the bloody limo!"

Penny stared at him, like he was the biggest idiot ever. Which judging by the looks of him was fairly likely. The automated defenses around the limo were activated and the man pointed his shotgun at the front window of the limo.

The shotgun blast the windshield of the limo, the glass didn't crack, but seeing the impact up close and personal was a harrowing experience.

'We better fucking get out of here, those guys are insane,' Nym thought, and her Auror instincts wanted to get out of the car and take them down but they were in a residential neighborhood and she didn't want to injure anyone in a firefight.

'Alright, hang on, stay calm,' Penny thought, and she put the limo into reverse and floored it, slamming into the van behind her.

She then clicked it into drive and slammed into the vehicle in front of her.

The mustached man in the street looked on with a dumbstruck look on his face and the limo darted off forward as fast as it could manage.

'So did we run him over?' Nym asked, she couldn't tend to shake the thought that she should have known that guy from somewhere but in her high adrenaline state, she couldn't think.

Penny didn't answer, she could see that the remaining van was on them but the limo could outrun them. She might have just blown every speed law in Gotham but that was just a small price to pay for staying alive.

'We're going to have to get back to the Penthouse, then…..we're going to have to tell Harry,' Nym thought but she figured that he would be finding out soon enough.

She would hate to be the person behind this when Harry found out about this. She hated to be the one that would have to tell him this but she really hated to be the person that was behind this.

It was only a short break in between sessions but Harry and Zatanna managed to rise to the occasion rather well after a short pause to catch their breath.

Zatanna had a smoldering smile on her face and she knew that Harry wanted her to initiate the play when she was ready for it.

The sorceress gave a smoldering smirk, to say that she was ready, that would be putting things mildly. The woman rolled herself onto Harry, straddling hips.

"I see someone's ready," Harry whispered to her and Zatanna smiled, slowly kissing her way up his body.

"Always," Zatanna said, running her hands down his body, her center aligned with his manhood but the penetration has not happened, at least not right yet.

She could feel the heat generated from both of their bodies. After that break earlier, both were more energized than every before. Then again with their stamina, they kicked things in pretty quickly.

Zatanna brushed her dripping hot entrance over his manhood, with a smile on her face, when she teased her folds with his cock.

"Ready for another round, aren't we?" Zatanna asked him and Harry smiled, grabbing into her breasts, causing her to moan as he explored her sweaty globes.

"What do you think?" Harry asked her and Zatanna smiled, biting down on his lip. His manhood brushed against her sopping hot lips and she worked herself around his tool, pushing all the way down onto him.

She thought that he filled her up so nicely as always. The dark haired woman closed her eyes and felt her come down onto him.

Zatanna gained a fair amount of momentum, rocking her dripping hot center around his massive tool as he went into her body. She closed her eyes, biting down on her lip. Her nipples were erect and ready.

"Harry," Zatanna whispered, and Harry groped her breast.

There was a lot of pleasure flowing through her and she practically gushed with his manhood continuing its journey to her smoldering hot center. His lips pressed against her hot nipple and he sucked on it.

The pleasure increased and the young sorceress felt him bury himself into her. She wrapped herself tightly around his tool, him nestled into her thighs.

"Faster," Harry told her and Zatanna nodded, riding Harry for all that he was worth. His hands placed on her breasts caused a proper amount of magic to be channeled through her.

Zatanna threw her head back, now she got her second wind, okay by now it was more like a fifth wind. Never the less, she marveled at her entranced stamina.

"I'm going to make you cum a few times before you get your reward."

'Of course, worth the wait," Zatanna agreed, her thighs smacking against his balls as her legs spread.

His manhood pushed so far into her body and she could feel her be stretched apart. Thanks to her powers, it seemed that no matter how deep he went into her, and how hard he was, she didn't stay stretched out for long.

Harry could feel the power coursing through her and she bent down, kissing him firmly on the lips. She bit on the lip and in response, his hand snaked behind her, pushing one of his fingers into her tight rectum.

A rush of magical energy flowed between them when their hot loins meet together.

'Oh, I'm reaching the edge again, deeper, deep as you can," Zatanna mentally moaned, deepening the kiss, as their tongues wrapped together.

Her firm large breasts pressed against his chest and he slapped her on the ass lightly, which encouraged her to grind herself a bit more.

She pulled away from them, balancing one hand on his chest, and throwing her head back with a gleeful shriek of passion. She clenched him, the deeper that he was buried into her, and the more her nerve endings flowed with immense pleasure.

"Just wait, you haven't felt anything yet," Harry told her, pinching her nipple and that increased the excitement.

"Can't wait, if we were just warming up, yes, oh yes," she moaned loudly.

Harry smiled, grabbing onto her breasts, squeezing them hard. She panted heavily, with her smoldering hot thighs coming down onto him.

"Cumming….oh yes….ooh….ah, yes," Zatanna moaned out loud and she could feel him go so far into her that she thought that she was going to be split nearly in half with the pleasure. The dark haired woman could feel the pleasure that spiked through her body.

She bounced up down a little bit higher, coming down from the orgasm. Harry's strong hands worked over her body and her head threw back with a pleasurable moan.

The orgasm went through her body, her thighs twitching with his prick between her thighs. Her hips grinded down onto him, the moist core squeezing his throbbing hard prick. Harry managed to give her a bit of a boost to encourage her back to life.

Her dark hair stuck to her feet, sweat adding to the allure of the situation and she thought that she was going for the big one.

Harry pumped himself into her, and his hands continued to explore the warm hot flesh. The dark haired woman bounced, it seemed like she was getting him to thrust in and out of her at least once every second.

The rate of her orgasms sped up and then they slowed down. Harry made sure to keep her guessing.

Harry grunted, he was holding himself back, he wanted to see how far he could take his wife before she took matters into her own hands. Her pussy tensed up around his tool, and she kept stroking him, trying to cause him to reach completion.

"Fuck….fuck Harry," Zatanna panted, and her slick thighs continued to caress his throbbing manhood. She thought that everything turned out rather well, bouncing higher, her breasts swaying and he played with her nipples. That drove her to an amazing orgasm.

His hands squeezed her breasts and her walls go tighter around his penis, caressing him with her slick, hot center.

"Please, I need it…"

"Good things come to those who wait, and good girls who wait for them," Harry whispered to her and Zatanna smiled, working her hips down onto him a little bit more, grinding onto him, and bringing him into her body.

"But what if I don't want to wait?" Zatanna asked, her pussy closing onto his tool tightly. "What if I've been a very bad girl?"

"Then I'll give you a reward anyway."

Her spells bound his wrists to the bend and she rode him with a hyper quick activity. Her slick walls rubbed him hard, his manhood going into her body.

Both of them thought they were reaching an amazing orgasm, and it was going to be together. That was going to really be the ultimate rush between both of them.

Harry's balls got extremely heavy with cum that was stored in his balls. He panted with his lover working him over, bouncing higher, moving quicker.

The rush of power over both of them, heightened their pleasure as both of them were slowly and swiftly reaching their collective peaks.

"Oh, I think it's coming," Harry grunted to her.

"Then let it come," she said, a smoldering grin crossing her face, and she had one, the big one, the one that she had been waiting for.

That was followed by Harry's balls tightening and him shooting his heavy load deep into her pussy. Spurt after spurt of his cum fired between her legs and caused her to throw her head back.

Zatanna experienced the joy of their shared orgasm, but she managed to hang on, milking every last single drop from him, not allowing a single drop to be wasted. She panted but she was ready to go for more.

After that intense round of sex between the two of them, both of them were prepared to keep this Honeymoon going but suddenly, they were shocked out of what happened. What happened was completely jarring and shocked them to the bone with how chilling it was but they couldn't really deny what they saw.

It was a group of thugs trying to stop a limo that had several of Harry's girls in it, girls that included his sisters. He saw a foul Walrus looking man shoot the windshield, which thankfully was shielded but that was not the point.

Zatanna's mouth hung open, seeing what Harry saw and her hands were shaking a little bit but that was nothing compared to what Harry was about to say.

"THAT SON OF A BITCH!"

Zatanna could see the windows rattle from Harry's outburst and she got absolutely nervous about the damage that he could cause if he got really upset.

"Harry, calm down," Zatanna whispered, grabbing on the shoulder roughly and holding him into place. "We'll….have Zinda fuel the jet, and we'll get back to Gotham."

Harry shook his head, managing to calm down, or rather become calmer to the point where he could think rationally because he was very pissed right now.

'No kidding…..I'd calm down if I were you,' Kara thought, she was nervous and she could sense what Harry did up close and personal.

'Yes, save the rage for when you get your hands on the bastards that were responsible for this, and don't take out your aggression on the fine builders of your honeymoon suite,' Faora reminded urgently. She knew better than anyone else that Har-Zod had a good hold of his emotions but when he was pissed, oh boy he could get pissed.

Kara understood this as well, his meltdown regarding the Triwizard Tournament was a scary one, because he was kept in that awful wretched place far longer than he wanted to be.

'And remember, they did arrive back home safely, no harm done to them, even though everyone's a bit shaken up,' Jaime added in, trying to put the best positive spin that she could on the situation.

Harry kept the calming exercises and he knew that it would be in his instincts to fly back right now and track down who was doing this but it would be impractical for some reasons.

Plus Zinda flying him back would give him a chance to calm down and not do anything that would be considered irrational. Which would be likely if he popped right back there in some of the quicker ways.

'I suppose that it's for the best, to allow me to get back to Gotham City in a way that people wouldn't see as suspicious,' Harry thought, managing to keep his sanity and his mind in check. The young man could feel the frustration brimming through his mind.

There was a couple of issues with him just teleporting back, and being a very public figure, his movements were kind of kept track of by the various people in the media. Which could sometimes make doing what was necessary a bitch and a half.

'Inform Gordon about what happened,' Harry thought. 'He's one of the few males who has had access to the Penthouse, but I suppose that if you can't make it there, use the conference room next to my office, it's not like I use it that often. I'll be back as soon as Zinda flies us back.'

'We'll keep you posted on anything then,' Jaime thought and she could see Harry calming down or again, he was getting a bit calmer than he was. One could count on one hand the number of times that he really exploded. 'So are you….'

'I'll deal with it when I get home,' Harry said in a crisp and blunt voice, getting dressed and Zatanna did likewise, never once leaving his side as well.

'Sorry that you had to deal with this,' Faora apologized and Harry waved his hand.

'It's something that I need to know, don't worry about it,' Harry told her, stepping up and determination flashed through his eyes. They would pay for what they did.

'Penny said that the man with the mustache seemed familiar, and Nym swears that he does as well, but neither could place him.'

Harry thought about it, he wondered, but he would figure things out.

'We'll be ready to go in about ten minutes,' Zinda thought to them nervously.

'Thank you,' Harry said graciously, his temper even, at least for now.

Six hours was the time that it took to get from Las Vegas to New York. Which was more than plenty of time to Harry to cool completely down or to at least store his rage for someone who was a more worthy target.

Zinda, Zatanna, and Harry returned back home to Gotham City, and there was more news that they received on their way home.

Alfred Pennyworth had been hospitalized by an attack that was very similar to the one, only they were not as lucky to get away unscathed. And the bodyguard didn't get that lucky.

'Dead on the scene,' Penny thought, trying to keep herself under a calm tone although she was kind of shaken all the way around. 'Although it should really be obvious that I think Bruce Wayne was the intended target.'

'Didn't you say that the bodyguard Kane picked from him looked kind of like Wayne from the back?' Jaime thought.

'He did, so obviously it was a hit job where no one did their homework,' Faora thought. 'But the fact that he went after the twins…'

'Well, it's obvious that someone might have it out for Wayne Industries which means…..'

'There's been no attack on Lucius Fox, if that's what you're wondering,' Karen thought and Harry discarded that theory right away, but there was a connection where the same person tried to attack him and Bruce like that. He just couldn't really figure out what that was all about.

'Sarah Essen told us that, she wanted to get our statement at the Penthouse, whoever was behind it, they managed to make a getaway,' Nym thought.

'Good, and none of ours was hurt, which meant I didn't have to send any of theirs to the morgue, whoever they are,' Harry thought, and that was something that vexed him completely.

'Well from what I've been able to find out, one of the men getting away has been IDed as someone working for the Penguin,' Dinah thought.

'That doesn't really make all that much sense when you really think about it,' Harry told them and the girls listened in. 'The Penguin doesn't have any beef with the Potters or the Waynes.'

'As far as we know,' Faora reminded him.

'As far as we know, it would help if we know who the Penguin is.'

Harry noticed James Gordon making his way up the stairs adjacent to where he was standing, and then darting off to the side briefly It only made sense that the MCU would get so heavily involved in such a high profile crime, even though in the case of the twins, it could be chalked up as a kidnapping and ransom attempt that was botched big time.

He approached Penny, seeing her in person for the first time. Walking over towards her, he wrapped his arms around her and held her in tight, pulling her towards her.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked Penny and Penny nodded.

"It was terrifying at first, but I think that I'm dealing with it nice enough," Penny said, and if she was honest, that was not going to be an experience that she wanted to repeat any time soon. It might have knocked a good five years off of her life but she supposed to getting out of it alive was good. If nothing else, it allowed her to keep many more years.

Harry noticed who Gordon was talking with, he figured that it would only make sense that Bruce was here, although Harry must have missed him on his way in. It was now that Gordon noticed Harry and slowly, the man turned to Harry and spoke in his usual blunt manner.

"You know, we got to stop meeting like this."

Despite the situation, Harry had a shadow of a smile, even though it was mostly a put on.

"So, what the hell is going on?" Harry asked, he wanted to hear this from the horse's mouth even though he pretty much pieced things together. But Harry knew better than anything what happened when people assumed.

"It appears that they were trying to get at Wayne, and the bodyguard was collateral, and as for your sisters…..kidnapping and ransom," Gordon told him, but he had a feeling that there was some puzzle piece missing. One defining string that would tie the reason for these two kidnappings together, but for right now that piece of evidence remained absent. He knew that he knew and he knew that Harry knew that he knew, but everything was not coming together "But we don't really know much, only what's going on in the preliminary investigation."

The door opened and Sarah Essen walked into the room, and she was not alone. She lead the way for Amanda and Emily. After what happened, they were not completely their usual selves but that ordeal would have shocked anyone and lead them to act just a little bit out of character.

The spirits of the twins grew when they saw their brother, and they made their beeline towards him, nearly dive bombing him when they approached him. It was through what little self control that they had that they did not put him through the wall.

"Well you already caused my heart to almost stop once before today, so why don't we try two for two?" Harry asked, with both of them on the other side of him.

'Do keep in mind that we're in public,' Harry remind them, seeing Sarah's amusement from the side, even though she tried really not to show it.

The twins relaxed their efforts a little bit, both of them looking sheepish. Well one of them looked more sheepish than the other did.

"So, we're lucky to get out of there alive, that idiot with the mustache seemed to know that a kidnapping doesn't work out well when you try and shoot the people in question," Amanda said and Harry looked at her.

"An idiot with a mustache, you say?" Harry asked in a low tone and Amanda nodded feverishly before giving her commentary on the situation.

"Yeah, he looked like a retarded walrus."

Harry blinked, perhaps he was jumping to the world's biggest conclusion or perhaps he was actually grabbing onto something tangible. The gears were processing into his brain.

That being said, there was a certain person who had been trying to catch his eye, and Harry turned away from the twins.

"Sorry, about that, they can get rather…."

"It's fine, I understand, it's a pleasure to meet you," Sarah said, shaking hands with Harry in a business like manner. "I'm Sarah Essen of the Special Crimes Unit."

Harry was aware of this because he did his homework on various members of the GCPD but at the same time, he better allow the woman the courtesy of an introduction.

"Yes, I'm Harry Potter….."

"I'm aware," she said. "Your sister's seemed adamant that they wanted to talk to see. Do you have any idea what's going on?"

"No, I just flew back from Vegas, but whoever did this, they did a remarkable job in getting my attention."

Sarah didn't say anything but perhaps the fact that Harry had a six hour flight back to Vegas did a wonderful job in giving him time to cool down. Or perhaps plot a way to gain some kind of retribution without getting caught, she wasn't sure. The young man was an enigma and she was far from the only woman to be curious about him.

"Well they did," Sarah said and she could see Bruce lingering around the area of the stairway. "And when you get the chance, I'd like to talk to you privately, about something very important."

"Well, I think that we can arrange a meeting."

"Wonderful….it's not something that we can talk about in public, too many prying ears," she told him and he nodded.

Harry was intrigued to say the very least and he inclined his head towards Bruce, who seemed to be about ready to go into Detective Mode at this moment.

Business was about to pick up.