Chapter Forty Nine: All Hallow's Eve.

Chapter Forty Nine: All Hallow's Eve. 

It was the day before Halloween, October 30th, and there was the sense that something big was in the air.

"So, that brings us to your mission tonight, the Gotham Arms Hotel," Harry said, taking his role on mission control once again. Dinah and Jaime were dressed in full costume tonight, looking down at the building in question. "I won't mince words, it used to be one of the most classiest establishments in town. But now it's gone the way of a bad hooker, classy on the outside, but it's become completely and utterly rotten on the inside."

"And swarming with thugs as far as the eye can see," Dinah said and she whistled, surveying the scene. "Must be big."

"Dressed like guards," Jaime said, but there was no coat of paint that could hide what they truly were.

Despite the way they were dressed, pretty much anyone with the slightest amount of comprehension could see them for what they really were and that was some high class thugs. Likely somewhat top dollar but perhaps maybe not, judging by the fact that some of them chose not to bathe for quite some time.

They were on the roofs, covering all of the entrances, and then they were in the lobby.

Jaime listened in to what they were talking about, and it was such stimulating conversation.

"Stop doing that."

"What?" one of the thugs grunted, his hand over his crotch.

"Stop scratching your nuts, it's disgusting."

"Ah….can't help it man, I thought that I caught something nasty from my date last night, then again she looked a little off."

"Well why did you sleep with her then?"

"Man, get off me, you take what you can get these days," the thug grunted, shaking his head.

Jaime listened in closely. They were here because Oracle picked up a transmission that Mario Falcone was taking this place up as his new residence after Zucco kicked him out of the Carmine Hotel.

"A lot of people have been coming in, so he's still in business," Harry told the girls.

"Wonderful," Jaime replied. "But what?"

"Well he's still making some deals apparently, and from what Oracle has said, the real juicy bit is this," Harry told both of the crime fighters and they were eagerly anticipating what he was going to say next. "She heard that a member of the GCPD said that there's a rumor that Falcone is going to meet with the chief lieutenant of Rupert Thorne and he wants to hire some extra security."

Both girls gave long and labored sighs. To say that was not good would be putting things extremely mildly.

"So alliance between Thorne and Falcone?"

Black Canary jumped in with some words of her own. "Well it makes sense, doesn't it, I mean, there's just a lot going on in Gotham City? The other parties are running in on their territory, with the Penguin and Black Mask. You almost got to cut a deal to survive out there."

"My thoughts exactly," Harry replied, and he was keeping a close eye from afar. He decided to drop this particular bombshell. "But there's one little thing that Mario Falcone might not know."

"What is it?" Dinah asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"I think there's every indication that Thorne and the Penguin have already struck a deal and the Falcones are about to lose out big time," Harry said. "There's just enough evidence to point to that direction."

"You really think so?"

"Yes, Jaime, I really think so," he confirmed. "Thorne's men are going in there to hit up the Falcones for any interesting material."

Which was kind of ironic because that was precisely what they were going to plan.

"Well that's about as cutthroat as the mob scene ever was."

"Things are getting worse."

The Gotham Arms Hotel was still swarming with goons, the deal was big, there could be no room for any foul ups. The two heroines on the roof top watched the proceedings, going unnoticed.

"So the best way inside is….."

"Well, I think that the roof through the building is the most unguarded point," Jaime said, and she smiled. She would think that they would learn to guard that point of the roof by now but then again, that would require them to be intelligent, something that was a failing with many criminals.

It went without saying that Jaime could just teleport into the building. That presented one problem, it could disrupt the electrical systems in the building, causing them to be alerted to their presence prematurely.

They didn't want anyone to know that they were there, until after they sent the message.

"You're really poking them in the eye with this one," Black Canary said, but never the less she was smiling.

"If anyone deserves to be poked in the eye, it's this lot," Harry said, he was not going to pull his punches, at least not that much. His green eyes flashed with amusement from afar. "We've got the patrol routes carefully times, and a shift change should be coming along within the next eight minutes and twelve seconds."

"Wow that is timed," Jaime said.

'Anything if not meticulous,' Faora added mentally.

'Would you expect anything else?' Amanda piped up.

'No, we really wouldn't,' Donna commented and there was much amusement from all parties throughout the bond.

"And Oracle's hacked into the security, she seems kind of disappointed by it, well actually she's very disappointed."

Black Canary's curiosity was really piqued. "Why is that disappointing?"

"Well, it was way too easy to hack," Harry said and there was much amusement from Dinah and Jaime. Harry waited for the laughter to die down before he proceeded. "Mario Falcone paid for a good security system but he didn't pay the people to install it right. There were a few back doors that were left in."

"Well, that plays into our hands quite nicely," Jaime said and they all agreed.

"And we'll be ready to go ahead in about a minute, so you know the plan, so no need to tell you again."

Jaime and Dinah nodded, this was something that was planned to the detail before they even suited up tonight. It didn't have much room for error but they supposed that they were just going to have to make do with what they had.

The two moved quickly, making their way to the roof top with the door leading into the building.

It was locked but that wasn't a problem. Jaime prepared to use one of the tricks that she learned in her life. A localized electric charge was sent through the lock. It was sufficient to cause a brief system error, but not enough to short out the power and put a blinking beacon for their presence.

The two made their way inside.

'Hold on,' Harry thought urgently to them and they stopped. 'Oracle says that she detected someone walking on through the other side, so hold tight.'

The two girls did in fact hold tight. There was someone passing through by the door but he didn't linger for too long.

When Harry gave them the go ahead, they moved down the hallway, until they reached Mario Falcone's office.

Before they could open it up, the door knob clicked open and the two had to scatter in two different directions and stick to the shadows.

"Do this Alberto, do that Alberto, you'd think that I was one of his hired goons, one of his lackies even. I swear, he doesn't respect me. Is that because I got spooked by the ninja? He thinks that he's so clever, thinks he's in charge, while my father is away. Well…..he doesn't…..he doesn't have any right to treat me like this."

The young Falcone paused and took several deep breaths.

"Don't let things get to me…..remember what Doctor Strange said…..yes, I remember."

He left the area, and Black Canary and Nightwing both made their way into his office, slipping inside.

'Well, his jaw healed nicely, unfortunately,' Kara said, she kind of thought that he was better off not talking at all.

'I don't believe this,' Dinah thought.

Sure enough, this had to win the award for the most idiotic move this week.

'He left the safe out there in the open, of course he did!' Harry yelled but he was very amused. 'And he left it unlocked.'

'Right, he…..right,' Jaime thought, her brain managing to reboot just a little bit from the abject stupidity that she had to deal with. 'I'll get the documents in the safe, you get the documents on the desk.'

'Right,' Dinah thought, this was one of the most boneheaded moves in the history of boneheaded moves.

Never the less, there was some interesting documents on the desk, including photos of the who's who in the Gotham Underworld, people like the Walrus, Sionis, Thorne, and Zucco. Then there were also photos of some of the most well-known names in Gotham City, like Oswald Cobblepot, Bruce Wayne, Rachel Dawes, Harvey Dent, and more.

'Seems to be a few photos of Selina here,' Jaime thought and then she paused. 'And there's you.'

Harry "zoomed in" for a closer look and he could see it.

'Well, you've caught the interest of the mob, and not even in costume anyway,' Kara thought, but she shook her head. She supposed that since Harry was the Gotham City elite to end all Gotham City elite, it would only be obvious.

The words "What's his angle?" were scrawled on the bottom of the photo. Which was a question that made Harry smirk.

Alberto Falcone joined his brother Mario and their cousin Johnny Vitti, a rather rotund young man with a Moe Howard hair cut, dressed in a fairly nice looking suit. They stared down an imposing and quite angry black man, who looked like he could crack some skulls without the use of weapons. He was Carlton Duquesne and another black man stood to the side of him, with an imposing but at the same time unreadable look etched on his face. That was Gambol, his chief lieutenant. There were armed bodyguards and goons standing on both sides of the room.

"Gentlemen, relax, we're here to conduct business," Mario said, looking to the other two with a pointed expression that told him to allow him to do most of the talking. "I must say that I'm disappointed that Mr. Thorne can't show up."

"Mr. Thorne had a prior engagement that he could not back out of," Duquesne informed him crisply and there was a wicked hint in his voice which told him to drop the matter to be honest.

"Fair enough, we can still proceed without him," Mario said. "It can be possible for both of our sides to do business together and mutually beneficial."

"It might be," Duquesne grunted, looking at the young man. He didn't quite have the stones that his father did, neither of his brats did. The daughter had bigger stones than both of them but that was neither here nor there.

"We have many problems, mutual…..a couple of thorns in our side even," Mario continued. "It's bad for business."

"Bad for your business maybe…"

"If they go after us, it's obvious that they're go after Thorne, and we've got a lot in common," Mario said to them and Duquesne looked at him with imploring eyes, his beady gaze fixed on the mobster. "Haven't you been butting heads with Zucco and Skeevers?"

"Yeah, but seems to me that those two have their own problems after what happened last month," Duquesne said.

"Yes, they might be scrambling to get their empire back together but…..they will return, and Maroni won't be in prison forever….." Mario said, letting things hang. "And there's the other problem…..the ninja problem."

"That seems to be more of a Falcone problem than anything."

"Well as I said, it could and will become your problem, just give it time," Mario replied and he warned Alberto not to say anything, a simmering gaze that locked onto him that kept him in line without any words.

"The boss does want to feel you out," Duquesne said, and he added. "And he doesn't like how Sionis is trying to muscle in on his territory."

"That's another thing that we have in common," Mario said, with a smile. "And then there's the Penguin, he's upsetting the whole apple cart. Anyone who buys his hardware, as long as they have the scratch….but it would be in your benefit to join up with him."

"What do you mean it's going to be in your benefit?"

"Well my father will return any day now, and anyone who isn't with him, is against him, "Mario commented with a smile.

"Seems to me like you're using a veiled threat about your father, kid, when you should worry about what could happen to you if you run your mouth off at the wrong fucking person."

Gambol locked eyes with Duquesne and gestured something, and the two seemed to be communicating without words, or at least whispering.

"….yes we're going to have to play ball, you're right."

Duquesne sat back down, his eyes once again fixed on him.

"We shouldn't be at each other's throats, because it would be best for business if we weren't," Mario said, his gaze rather poignant on the man.

"Just quit beating around the bush….."

"See, you better be taking notes Alberto, because that's how you take care of business," Johnny whispered to his cousin and Alberto watched, ignoring his cousin's barbs towards him.

"Believe me, Johnny, I know how to take care of business."

"Was that before or after you got your ass handled to you by that one dame?"

"Gordon, that was in the past…"

"I was talking about Nightwing," Johnny whispered, ignoring the posturing.

"Nightwing…..he is most certainly….."

"Nah, it's a she, it has to be," Johnny replied, as if he knew something that Alberto didn't. "That's what I've been hearing."

Alberto refused to acknowledge this line of conversation any more. He saw the demon up close and personal and he was most certainly a man.

Just about when they were finally getting to the point of this meeting, boom out went the lights and there was a loud rumbling.

"What the fuck is going on?"

There were the sounds of combat in the shadows and when they came back on, only Johnny, Mario, Alberto, Carlton, and Gambol were sitting at the table. All of their bodyguards and goons were knocked out.

"It's him, it's him," Alberto muttered underneath his breath, looking over his shoulder nervously, but Duquesne glared at Mario from the other side of the table.

"What the fuck was that supposed to be about?"

"How should I know….in case you couldn't tell, my men were…..put that down, that won't solve anything," Mario said, as Gambol pointed a handgun at him.

Alberto watched the spectacle but he kept nervously flickering towards the shadow. His previously broken jaw ached, almost as the memory of the last time he saw that visited him.

The entire atmosphere of the meeting changed and things got exceedingly more tense.

It was obvious that there was some kind of message sent and that message was that neither side was untouchable.

"Well I've got some interesting news for you," Oracle commented to Nightwing.

"Oh what is it?" he asked, curious about that.

"Well, it appears that the GPCD has created a Cyber Crimes Unit, and is looking to hire someone to front it, because the recent increase of hacking over Gotham City over the past couple of months," she informed him.

"Oh, that's interesting, I suppose we wouldn't know anything about that, now would we?" Nightwing asked and she fired back, amusement dripping from her voice.

"Well what do you think?" she asked and Harry smiled.

"I about figured as much, I should have known," Harry replied, shaking his head. It seemed like that was just par for the course in Gotham City. That being said, he peered over his shoulder, and saw Dinah and Jaime returning. "Mission was a success, by the way."

"That's really good to know, I'll be sighing off now," Oracle said. "Let me know if you need anything."

"I always do."

Harry watched over his back, and saw Jaime and Dinah slowly strip out of their costumes. They didn't have a chance to work out that much but never the less, the more glorious skin they exposed. The tops of their breasts were the first thing that Harry saw, as they stripped off the armor and made their way to the shower, swaying their hips, giving him a nice little show on the way off.

Their bare backs were exposed the further that they walked closer, and Dinah looked over her shoulder, with a smoldering look over her shoulder, her blonde hair framing her face, and her lips pursed together.

"We'll be going to take a shower after tonight," Dinah commented, her blonde curls following down and her tantalizing ass was swaying the more that she moved. The blonde kept walking forward.

"Yes, Harry, feel free to join us if you're so inclined," Jaime said, blowing her a nice kiss, her ass swaying before him once again.

Harry smiled, only a foolish person was going to turn down a request like that. He removed his shirt, pulling it off of him. The injuries had healed a lot, with a bit of residual bruising. His pants followed suit, and then his underwear, socks and shoes.

He made his way into the showers and things were getting rather steamy and it wasn't just because of the steam that was in the showers to be honest. He could see Dinah and Jaime scrubbing each other, their tight bodies exposed, dripping with water. Their breasts were bared, along with their juicy centers and asses.

"Harry, why don't you wash our backs?"

Harry took the example, walking forward, and Jaime was against the shower, her hands placed on the wall, her ass jutting out. He took some of the shower gel on his hands, and started to rub her, soaping up her back.

Jaime moaned a little bit, with Harry's hands running rather close to her breasts, and he could feel Dinah going down between his legs, rubbing the back of his legs, and her hand started to brush close to him.

Harry's hands ran over Jaime's ass, and the woman breathed heavily.

"I think it's Dinah's turn."

Jaime gave a lustful whine but she had to turn around.

"Have at it," Dinah said, her ass wiggling before him and Harry placed his hands on either side of her ass, causing the pleasure to explode through her body, with his hands running over each ounce of her curves of her body.

The blonde closed her eyes, whimpering in great pleasure, with Harry stroking his way down her back. His manhood was close to the area between her legs which was spread and hungry before him.

He teased her and things were about to heat up a little more. Harry's hands roamed over her body.

It was time to take things to the next level.

Jaime smiled, wrapping her arms around Harry, and their lips pressed together. His hands found their way, exploring her body, and she tingled as he knew what she liked.

Dinah slid down to her knees, under the pretext of washing both of their legs, but her fingers slipped between Jaime's legs, causing the Potter female to tingle with desire.

One finger slipped inside her, for a brief moment, but she was too distracted by the kiss and Harry running his hands down her back.

She instinctively pushed her pussy lips towards Dinah's fingers, as she cupped her hands.

"Dinah," Jaime moaned, her wetness sticking to the woman's fingers.

"Just relax, I'll take care of you," Dinah commented and she had her fingers lubricated with Jaime's wetness.

Slowly she grabbed Harry's member and pumped it with her hand, while switching things with her other hand.

"Oh, damn, I think that he's back in business," Jaime said, eying his cock hungrily and her pussy heated up. She wanted more of him, and she wasn't going to give up. Her pussy longed for his meat, begging for it.

"Why don't you have the first taste then?" Dinah invited Jaime and Jaime slid to her knees.

Harry grabbed his double's breasts and played with them, with her sliding down onto her knees, wrapping her mouth around his took. Her soapy breasts offered a great lubricant, and she wrapped them around Harry's phallus, working him up and down.

Dinah returned the favor from earlier, washing Harry's back with her breasts, her center pressed up against his ass. Her fingers roamed over his body, lust burning through her eyes and she could tell that the lust was returned.

Harry groaned, Jaime's breasts squeezed his cock and her tongue licked the top of it. He felt pleasure burst through his loins.

"Oh, it feels so fucking good to have your large cock against my breasts," Jaime moaned, thrusting him into the valley again and again, with them working him over.

"Feels really good to be between your nice tits," Harry groaned, placing his hands on them and working himself between her amazing globes.

Dinah went down further, her breasts rubbing up and down his body. She wanted to ride Harry and soon.

She watched gleefully, her pussy heating up, his balls tightened and his cum spurted out of his cock.

The added lubricant caused Jaime's breasts to be splattered with his cum and the woman threw her head back, his cum splashing against her tits and face. It rolled down her face.

"Oh let me clean you up," Dinah said, pulling Jaime up, their wet hot bodies pressing together. They rubbed their pussies together as the two exchanged a heated kiss.

Harry felt himself get harder by each second, and Dinah grabbed one of Jaime's breasts, groping it, and pressing her lip on the nipple, sucking his cream off of it.

The two girls continued their erotic show and Dinah turned over, seeing Harry's cock.

"Well, I think we should take care of this, shouldn't we?" she asked, her arms wrapped around him, her breasts pressing against his chest, and her wet vagina just seconds away from impaling itself on his huge manhood.

"I think we should," Harry agreed, her tight vice grip of a pussy wrapping around him, with her impaling down onto him.

Her legs were wrapped around him, their tongues tangled with a searing kiss. Dinah could feel him work into her, slowly building up her orgasm. It was never too fast, but it wasn't too slow either. He allowed the right tempo.

Dinah pumped herself around his member and she panted heavily, with her working herself around him. His dick pushed itself into her depths.

Suddenly she saw Jaime hovering above her face, her legs spread. Her shaven smooth pussy was an invitation and with shaky hands, Dinah took it.

Dinah grabbed Jaime's thighs and delved her tongue deep into her. Jaime threw her head back and moaned loud, she could feel the woman's tongue bury into her.

Then she could feel Harry's tongue brush into her asshole and her pleasure got doubled. She was getting it from both ends.

Dinah closed her eyes, her walls clamped around his large tool, with her working him up and down. Her panting increased with her walls clenching him. She tried her best to work him up to a greater climax, but her mind was completely blown by what he was doing to her.

She clenched his large cock, burying him deep into her body.

Harry could feel how hot and horny Dinah was and he hit all of her pleasure spots. The backlash gave him pleasure as well.

The blonde could feel him bury deep into her. He was balls deep into her body and she clenched him, working him towards the end of an orgasm.

"Going to make you work with it," Harry grunted, her walls closed around him.

"Don't worry, I intend to," Dinah panted, her walls sliding around his tight cock, the blonde rubbing his manhood.

His balls throbbed and they were about ready to release their gift. He pushed himself up against her as she speared herself against him. The blonde bombshell was impaled on his cock and she spread her legs as far as she could.

Jaime orgasmed all over Dinah's face, hovering in mid air and that caused her cunt to clench Harry. In turn, that caused his explosion to happen.

The first spurt blew Dinah's mind, she was barely coherent enough to feel the rest of it. His seed splattered into her.

She held on for dear life, her eyes blinking as fireworks went off into her mind. She kept pumping him, determined to milk every last drop out of him.

The blonde beauty slid down onto the ground, his cum draining out of her. It was thick and juicy, bubbling out of her.

Jaime flew down to the ground, kneeling down between Dinah's legs. The brunette ravenously devoured Dinah's womanhood.

His sister's wet pussy and ass exposed for him caused Harry to grow increasingly hard. He looked at the woman, rubbing his thumb against her slit and her ass, it seemed like he was trying to determine which hole she took first.

Jaime looked at him with a smoldering look, with her faces dripping from the combined juices that she sucked from Dinah's pussy. "Do whatever you want, just take me."

Harry grabbed her thighs, pushing himself into her body. Her tight pussy gripped his large tool, and she closed her eyes, feeling the pleasure as he pushed himself deep into her body.

Jaime wasn't going to lie, she felt an increasing burst of pleasure coursing through her loins. Harry penetrated her, going extremely deep into her body and he kept hanging on, bringing himself into her.

Harry struck all of her pleasure spots and while her moans were muffled by Dinah's pussy, it was the sentiment that mattered.

His hand smacked Jaime on her rear, a red mark left on her ass. The woman screamed as he spanked and thrust into her.

Harry eventually decided that a change of venue was in order.

"Such a beautiful ass, and it belongs to me," Harry hissed in her ear, his tongue brushing against it, and he groped her breast, causing her pussy to shiver.

Harry worked his cock into her ass, her tight buns tightening more around him. The woman thought that she had just died and went to heaven with his cum filled balls resting against her ass.

Jaime clenched onto Dinah, having eaten her into another orgasm and she was driven completely unconscious.

Dinah lifted her hips up, she was in a state of bliss, and she watched Harry's manhood work into Jaime.

Jaime could feel the pleasure points being struck, her entire body warmed up, and her mind focused on the pleasure. The pleasure, oh Morgana, the pleasure, the woman's drool splashed from her mouth, with Harry penetrating himself deep into her ass.

His full balls emptied their load into her tight ass. Jaime thrashed and groaned, with Harry picking up a steady pace, ejaculating his cum into her.

The woman collapsed on Dinah's pussy, and Harry had more plans as their night of continued.

"For the past few years, GothCorp's previous management has gotten it a bad rap, and I'm well aware of that, there is no use in hiding it, but that's the past, and this is the future. We're going to reverse the damage that GothCorp has done, even if we can only do it one step at a time but I'll be with you every step of the way as we fix the damage that has been done from the management in the past."

A charming dark haired man, dressed in a nice custom made suit addressed the crowd at the top of the stage. The crowd was hanging on his every word and it should be obvious why. He was the type of man who knew how to say all of the right words and convince everyone that what he was saying were in fact the right words.

"Some say the future is tomorrow, but I disagree, the future is right now, and GothCorp will help lead Gotham City into the future but we can't do it alone. But as many hours as me and my staff put in, this is not completely our company, no it's your company. You will know GothCorp as the People's Company."

The press was out in full force for this press conference between GothCorp and the RAO Corporation. Both sides had been getting a feel for each other for a long time.

"I don't think that my words can justify what we do but you can judge for yourself only by the actions and how we help each and every one of you. And all I can ask is for your support as we go forward through this brave new age."

Faora, Harry, and Karen sat side by side, listening to his speech quite eagerly and with interest. Diana stood a bit behind him, acting in her role as Harry's bodyguard, watching rather intently, all of the proceedings. Kara sat on Faora's other side and Jaime sat on Karen's. All of them were dressed and ready for business.

"The first step in this is to turn Ghost Town, which has been ravished to the recent riots, into a place where Gotham City can be proud of and extend a helping hand to those who have been affected the most. Our partnership with the RAO Corporation will…."

'So, he does seem to have passion and plans,' Faora summarized to them as the man went on with his speech.

'And his story does check out, there's nothing shady in his past, which is always a plus,' Karen thought. 'And this never would have been possible had Daggett been in control.'

'What happened to him anyway?' Kara wondered.

'Classified, although he got caught doing something that he shouldn't, and the board of director's forced his resignation, best that I can tell,' Jaime thought.

'So, it wasn't really the problem of him doing something, it was more or less the problem that he got caught doing something that he shouldn't,' Kara offered and Harry nodded.

'Precisely, but I think that this partnership should and will work out, he's given me no indication that it won't,' Harry answered them all. 'But then again, we just have to deal with Boyle to get what we want.'

'Well he's not a borderline sociopath like Daggett comes across as,' Jaime thought with a shudder.

'He's that bad,' Diana agreed, there were some none too flattering things that were coming across from his former employees and staff. Now he had been kicked out the door, some of them were taking it as an opportunity to grind their axe with him and for some people, it was a really big axe to grind.

'But we couldn't get access to Victor and Nora Fries without this partnership, so it all works out in the end,' Harry told them all and there was much agreement.

'Yes, but you can't deny that he was eager to accept the deal and didn't make any outlandish demands,' Faora said to them.

'And we got some generous shares in the deal, so I think we got a good end of the deal,' Karen thought.

'The best,' Faora confirmed, she was actually surprised how well this deal panned out but she was not about to question it in the slightest.

'Well he did get some good PR, that's one thing that GothCorp does have going for it now,' Harry thought.

'After Daggett sunk their PR down, I'm sure he appreciated that one,' Faora thought and then she added. 'And by the way, after the press conference, everything is set up for you to fly up to Vegas with Zatanna for your official marriage.'

'Yes, my father will meet you there as well for the ceremony,' Zatanna said, bubbling with excitement, but then again, what woman wouldn't when her wedding day was looming around the corner.

Sure enough the speech was wrapping up and it was obvious that Harry was going to be expected to give a speech. Giving speeches like this tended to be monotonous to him at times but it was for good public relations and kept his name rather visible.

The world was watching, but there was another man who was watching, a bit in the back of the crowd.

'He thinks he's so clever, but soon, he won't be sitting so pretty.'

The fat man was dressed in stylish garb, trying to blend in with the rest of the crowd, even though he very much stuck out like a sore thumb from where he stood. That being said, he crossed his arms over himself. The umbrella dangled from his hand, innocent enough, unless you knew what was really going on here.

That being said, Oswald Cobblepot listened closely to what he had to say, or at least enough to get the gist of it.

"Feh," he said in thinly disguised disgust, but soon enough, soon enough, he would settle a couple of old family debts.

October 31st was known by many names depending on how you celebrated it. All Hallow's Eve was a popular one, also commonly referred as Halloween. It was a day that was eagerly anticipated by children, candy manufacturers and dentists the world over. By same, it was also referred to Samhain.

It was the day that Zatanna Zatara chose to marry Harry Potter. Despite the fact that they were already bonded, this would strengthen the bonds between the two of them.

Zatanna was dressed in an extremely beautiful dress that shimmered in the light, adding to her already natural beauty. Harry was dressed up as well, the two of them standing in the middle of the desert with a bonfire surrounding them.

Harry had to be honest, he was pretty vague on the details on how this work, Zatanna assured him that everything should be left to her. So he agreed. A Priestess made her way into the circle, the marriage ceremony was about to begin.

There was a certain aura that made things seem rather enchanting, Harry would have to say, for lack of a better term. The veil fluttering over Zatanna's face enhanced her beauty, not that she needed much help on that front. Still it was more a visual image thing than anything else and she approved of it all.

Giovanni was naturally present, both to serve as a witness and to give his daughter way.

"So, we are all ready, allow the ceremony to begin," the priestess said and when there was no argument to be given, there were flashes from the bond fire were sent in the air.

They were underneath the moonlight tonight, which gave it a romantic aura for tonight's event.

"Tonight we are blessed on the night of Samhein for the union of Harry Potter and Zatanna Zatara, underneath the moonlight, these two souls will be joined in an everlasting bond that will not be broken."

There was a pedestal with a runestone set up in the middle of it. The obvious sensation of extremely powerful magic flashed towards it and it would cause goosebumps to anyone who was nearby, except for those who were of the most powerful magic who could fight off such sensations.

Which thankfully the bride and groom were in fact among those who did have the power to fight things off.

"Harry Potter, please step forward."

Harry stepped forward, seeing the runic symbols for love and union upon it. The magic that pulsed from it spurred certain images of things to come but that would have to wait until after the official ceremony concluded.

"Place your hand, and do you, Harry Potter, accept Zatanna Zatara as your bonded, cementing your union in the eyes of magic and the highest laws of the universe."

"I, Harry Potter, accept Zatanna Zatara as my bonded, welcome into her family, and agree to cement our union amongst the highest laws of the universe, to cement our bond without question."

A flash of light indicated Harry's acceptance of the thread and the priestess turned towards Zatanna.

"Place your hand upon Harry's, and do you Zatanna Zatara, accept Harry Potter as your bonding, cementing your union in the eyes of magic and the highest laws of the universe?"

Zatanna's hand placed upon Harry's. She decided that what she intended to say would not be considered acceptable.

"Yes, I, Zatanna Zatara, accept Harry Potter as my bonded, cementing our union in the eyes of magic, and within the highest laws of the universe, to forever be faithful to him and accept my role in his family, without question."

There was a blinding golden flash that was awestruck to be honest, and the two of them stared at each other, smiles on their faces.

"The energy around you is favorable, your union is official, and your bond has been officially recognized…..you are truly blessed on this day."

'No kidding,' Zatanna thought but Harry lifted the veil back and pressed his lips against hers with a searing kiss, with the energy surrounding them. It was nearly intimidating to be around these two when their auras were pulsing like that.

That being said, the real fun was about to begin, even though their bond had been officially cemented. Harry scooped up Zatanna in his arms, and smiled. The two of them disappeared with a pop.

"And now the main event begins," Zatanna said, smiling, with Harry sitting her down. That allowed her to get a nice and long look at the lay of the room around her.

The scented candles that surrounded in there gave the room a certain erotic atmosphere that made Zatanna willing to go again and again, not that she had much problem doing that because it was her wedding night.

"We're not going to waste any time, are we?" Zatanna asked, with a smile on her face. Being in the circle with the ritual caused her body to tingle and she briefly ran her hand under the silk sheets.

"Well, I would be rude to deprive a woman on her wedding day," Harry told her and Zatanna smiled.

Harry's clothes slowly melted from his body and reappeared in a neatly stacked pile on a chair sitting in the corner.

"You look beautiful in that dress," Harry said and she responded with a mind blowing smile and gave him a kiss that would match.

Pulling back, Zatanna wondered how much longer she could keep her inhibitions at bay because they were burning away quickly.

"You said as much when you first saw me in it, but the compliment is appreciated," Zatanna said, allowing him to sit back on the bed. She sat across from him, slowly and seductively inching closer to him, her hand placed on his chest, and she ran it all over his body. "But I'd think that it would look even better on the floor, wouldn't you agree?"

Harry wasn't about ready to argue with that one and her seductive grin was strong as her dress slowly faded.

It was time to do what all couples did on their wedding night and with the time dilation spells in place, it was going to be a really long wedding night.

Zatanna straddled Harry's body and he would have to agree with her about something. As nice as the wedding dress she was wearing looked on her, it looked even nicer on the floor.

A saucy grin appeared on her face, as the young sorceress was dressed in slinky lingerie that she had on, held onto her body purely by magic. There was a black corset that made her nice sized tits look even larger. She turned around, to allow Harry to see her black thong which adhered to her ass quite nicely, along with her garter belt and fishnet stockings.

"Come on Harry," Zatanna whispered, shaking her ass at Harry and the green eyed wizard hovered over her, with a smile on his face.

He cupped her breasts through the material; he would hate to destroy something so amazing, so he gently cupped her breasts through it. He worked his hands down, crossing her flat stomach and she whimpered when he inched closer to her womanhood.

"Well, you've been ready for this babe."

Now that they were married, officially, the connection between the two of them strengthened. Harry worked his fingers down between her pussy lips, pushing them inside her.

"Harry!" Zatanna whined, as his hands roamed her body. "Don't….don't tease me!"

"I don't see you stopping me," Harry whispered, kissing the side of her neck and pumping himself into her.

Eventually Zatanna mentally snapped due to her lust. She stripped her thong off, her fishnet stockings and garter belt still on. Her breasts spilled out of the corset. Her pussy was willing and ready for Harry.

She jumped onto his lap, lathering his faces with kisses. He was hard, she was wet, and this was their honeymoon, it was time to get onto the fun stuff.

With all of the expert grace that she could manage, Zatanna sank herself down onto Harry's cock. She teased herself inch by inch, and he held her hips, making sure that she did not burn herself up.

"Don't worry, we have all night," Harry whispered, running his finger over her nipple, her right breast now spilling out of her corset.

"Believe me, that's what I'm going to take," she said, feeling her walls stretch to accommodate them.

She nearly lost it with his hands placed on her. Her walls got a bit tighter around him, the spell pleasing her.

Harry held back her orgasm a little bit, causing her to whine.

"You'll get it when you earn it," Harry told her, playing with her nipples, causing her to squeal.

"But I want it….now," she panted, her walls rubbing his manhood in between her hot thighs.

Harry smiled, allowing his lover to ride him. Her walls had moisture in him, which allowed his journey to the center of her womb to be more pleasurable for him.

Zatanna bit down on her lip, she was allowed a moment of pleasure, his hand placed on her ass. It was building up for something, building up for the dam about ready to burst.

The dark haired woman tightened her walls around his manhood, her pussy stuffed with him. Harry buried his face between her breasts as she continued to ride him.

"Deeper, deeper, I want it all, please, give it all to me!" Zatanna moaned, throwing her head back. She was this close to coming unglued and Harry was giving her everything that she ever wanted.

The thrusts into her increased, got more intense. He slowed down for a moment, and then tilted her back.

Her breasts completely spilled out of her corset, hanging over it. Her nipples grew hard and Harry rolled his tongue over it, giving her unmistakable pleasure.

He held onto her hips, rocking himself into her body. He buried himself deeper into her and she closed her eyes.

He could sense the pleasure into her body and the magical energy swirled into them. Their meeting became intense, as they mutually agreed to hold back a bit more of their orgasm.

"Take me, keep taking me, I can handle it."

Zatanna worked her hips towards him, meeting his engorged rod. She was trying to earn his cum and her orgasm. To her credit, she gave as good as she received.

"That's good, that's really good, you're almost there," Harry said and she smiled, as she clenched his cock, holding back his release.

"Turn about is fair play," Zatanna whispered, he twisted her nipples, her breasts heaving as he took his mouth onto them, licking and nipping at them.

She thought that she was going to lose it, with the intense orgasm that passed through her. Her pussy hit a gusher as she lubricated his cock and he pushed into her.

Zatanna rolled him over this time and took her spot hovering on top of him. She spread his arms back and kissed him, rocking herself onto him.

She grinded on him, and Harry returned fire. Both were experiencing the pleasure with each other, her pussy rubbing against his thick throbbing cock. The woman panted, riding him once more, and the orgasm once again flowed through her body.

Zatanna experienced a really powerful orgasm that put her through a daze. The next thing she knew, she was on her hands and knees, her pussy exposed, dripping. She was tied to the bed.

"It's our wedding night, we better have some fun."

"Yes," Zatanna added, she could feel the horniness explode through her, with Harry's fingers teasing her.

The torture was almost too much and Harry ran down her body, cupping her breasts once more. She whined, begged, and pleaded. His cock was large and his balls were stored full of cum that she was just waiting to get inside her.

"I saved a very big load for you, do you want it?" Harry asked her and Zatanna nodded.

"Yes, yes, yes," Zatanna whimpered, his cock head tip was against her dripping womanhood and he smiled.

"Yes, honey?" Harry asked her.

"FUCK ME AND FUCK ME HARD!"

Zatanna screamed when he decided to indulge her in her request, his manhood penetrating her. The woman cried in pleasure when he continued to hammer her with intensity and she returned fire, her hips rolling up to meet his thrusts.

His hands placed on her hair and he pulled it back, allowing himself a proper amount of leverage. His balls slammed across her as her wet, slick, and tight walls hugged him with him sliding into her.

Zatanna closed her eyes, feeling his manhood penetrate her deeper. She wanted this so bad, she wanted his cum into her. His hands brushed across her breasts, squeezing and tweaking her nipples.

She was so soaked that Harry thought that there wasn't anything that could not be pushed into her.

"Here it comes."

"Please, faster, I need it, I need you cum," Zatanna begged him, her walls contracting tight around him. She tried to milk his cum from his balls, and she was growing weaker with even more desire the more that he tortured her body.

The explosion was coming soon and Harry sped up into her. Her loins were heated with the super friction she introduced into them. His hands explored her body, giving her a thousand touches and several miniature orgasms, her walls pressed around him.

A gusher was hit in her and a gusher exploded in him. His balls injected their gift into her pussy. The woman thrashed her hips up, tightening around him. Harry rammed himself into her, emptying his balls into her.

Zatanna thrashed, her walls closed around him, with him pumping her full of his cum. The woman trashed her way up, walls wrapped tight around him, her whimpers increased.

A heavy load of cum drained from her pussy and the woman fell down completely, the breath fucked out of her.

"Hope you're not done after that, it's our wedding night after all."

Despite the fact that the people in Gotham City had their issues, it did not stop them from living their lives. Halloween was one day of the year that they did so, allowing their children to go out and trick or treat.

There was a rule that all children should be back before 8:00 PM but it was not really enforced. And in this affluent neighborhood that was far from the rougher parts of Gotham City, therefore there were a lot of carefree people running around, not really bothered by the insanity that was happening elsewhere in the city, and all around them.

Just because they lived in a dangerous city, it does not mean that they are going to stop living their lives.

A man dressed in a Hannibal Lector mask slowly walked down the street. He was dressed in a plastic suit and gloves on his hand, the mask covering his facial features.

The children were dressed in various costumes, running around on the street. The usual monsters, ghouls, and movie characters that was popular during this past year.

The man walked forward, past a young boy dressed like a pirate. He passed astronauts, cowboys, fairy princesses, the usual fair, along with the ghouls and ghosts associated with hallyway.

The children moved from house to house, some observed by their parents, others by younger siblings, some of them on their own because their parents were either too trusting or taking candy of a different kind, this one up their nose.

The man in the mask walked past the children, stopping on the last house on the left. He walked his way down the gnarled pathway, it illuminated with Jack-O-Lanterns. The sun was long since set but there were hedges that obscured this house from the street above, even though the gates were wide upon.

Assuming innocent children were coming up the door. He lifted one finger, and touched the door bell, a buzz could be heard.

The door opened, and a kindly looking woman, middle aged, poked her head out the door, with a bucket of Halloween candy underneath her arm.

Before she could react, there was a pistol with a silencer shot at her, and he caught her, falling to the ground, along with the candy bucket.

The door slowly closed behind him and the lights were turned off.

The man walked down the sidewalk an hour later, proceeding forward.

"One down, nine to go. Thirty one days has October, after midnight comes November."

On the sidewalk sandwiched in between two of the Jack O' Lantern's was the decapitated head of the woman with a lit candle on her head.