Chapter 2-2

So….he'll be here in a few minutes, right?"

Barbara leaned back in the chair that she was sitting in. She was careful not to allow the chair to tip back too far and make her fall backwards. That would be an embarrassing to say the very least. The redhead's eyes closed for a moment before she opened them to look at Pamela who sat across the table from her.

"He isn't late yet, and he never has been," Pam commented as she drank her coffee, thinking intently about what she needed to do.

"Well, we do have some faith him in," Barbara offered Pam and Pam's face contorted into a smile.

"I've always had faith in him, it's my husband after all," Pam stated rather firmly as she took another sip of her coffee and hummed underneath her breath. The redhead's eyes narrowed for a brief moment as she drummed her fingers against the side of the cup.

"Well, nice to know, someone has complete confidence in me."

Harry turned up with these words.

"Harry! You're on time! Actually you're about thirty seconds early," Barbara commented, as they'd been waiting around for him to take them out on a date.

"Well, I'm glad that I could meet your expectations," Harry told the redhead with a slight smile over his face and Barbara gazed adoringly up at him with a grin across her face. Even after they'd started officially dating after her sixteenth birthday. She still had a massive crush on him that was causing her some issues.

"You met and exceeded them, actually you always exceed them," Barbara offered him as she sprang up to feet, bouncing up and down on the heels of her shoes.

Pam offered her an exasperated look before she focused her eyes on Harry. It was a nice night and said night was pretty young.

Harry, without warning, swept her up out of her chair and into a hug. Her body pressed tightly against his. It was a feeling that transcended all words. The redhead offered a pleased sigh as Harry held her up against his frame. She pressed up herself up against him as she closed her eyes, feeling a tad bit flushed. She managed to hold her thoughts together as Harry leaned his head down towards her lips.

The kiss connected with her lips with swift precision. The redhead accepted it with glee and a tad bit of greed. She offered a panting moan as Harry parted from her.

"Love you," Harry told her and Pam's lips curled into a smile.

"Love you as well," Pamela offered as she took a half of a step back and allowed Harry to turn his full and undivided attention upon Barbara.

"Hey, Babs, how are you doing?" Harry asked her.

"Oh, I'm fine," Barbara commented.

Harry offered her a calculating smile, that got even more calculating as he threw his arms around her waist. The redhead's body merged with his and Barbara enjoyed the hug that Harry gave her.

The next play from Harry was unexpected, since she still wasn't used to him doing it but welcomed wholeheartedly. He dipped the redhead's body low and planted his lips on hers in a burning kiss.

Barbara's eyes widened and her brain nearly entered full shut down mode but she opened her mouth to accept the kiss as Harry's tongue probed between her lips. The two of them enjoyed the sensation of their lips pressing together, tongues wrapping around each other, dancing in a flurry of passions.

She lit up like a Christmas tree, in both pleasure and a tad bit of surprise. His hands all over her body, that was something that sent tingles down her spine.

Their lips broke apart and Barbara had only word to say, as her numb mind snapped back to life.

"Wow," Barbara commented as she licked her lips as she wondered if that was real. A quick test verified that it in fact was.

"Yes, very much wow," Harry offered Barbara as he lead two of his girls off.

They were going to head off to see a movie together and then after that was over, they were going to have dinner.

"So, ready for school this autumn, Barbara?" Harry asked the female as she walked next to him.

Barbara could not resist offering a smile to Harry, bright and teasing as it was. The redhead placed a hand on her hip as she offered the response. "Well you should know, because you've been tutoring me and I'm pretty sure you're the one who's paying for my scholarship, even though you won't tell me if you are or not."

"Well, I only take interest in someone who I know is going to live up to their full potential and you exceed that potential every day, and have ever since I first met you," Harry told the redhead with a coy smile across his face and Barbara was not going to lie, that was a statement that brought a swift and sharp grin to her face.

Barbara could not believe her luck, well actually she could believe her luck some of the time. The redhead tried to keep a modest expression on her face, although the grin on her face at the moment betrayed the fact that she was being anything but modest.

Pam thought that she might need to take it off with a sand blaster. She was monstrously amused never the less.

"Well when I get my Doctorate in Forensic Psychology, I should be able to open up a whole lot of new possibilities," Barbara commented as she smiled. "Dad wasn't too gung ho about me potentially going into that field but he's going to support me regardless. Although he gave me some advice not to do anything that I was not completely committed to."

The sixteen year old prodigy smiled at the thought and she was counting down the time to a certain event in a year. Much to her dismay and quite frankly embarrassment, her father had asked Harry not to take the next step with Barbara until she was seventeen years old. Barbara was mortified and angered beyond words at the same time.

Given that James Gordon was one of the, like, five males that Harry had any amount of respect for or give a shit about, he accepted. Barbara couldn't help but sigh at that fact, placing her hand on her face. It was an unfortunate thing for sure, but she figured that she should be happy that Harry respected her father.

The good news was that after constant pleading and negotiating, along with a liberal dose of puppy dog eyes, she managed to get her father down from eighteen to seventeen, so if that was not a victory, Barbara did not know what was.

"I am proud of everything that you've done," Harry informed Barbara, wrapping his arm around her waist he pulled her in close to him so he could give her a tight squeeze. He could see the look of pride, not to mention the heavy red blush that matched her hair across her face.

'And anticipation builds with that one,' Kara commented in a jubilant voice. 'Cannot wait until she's part of the bond.'

Barbara was considered to be part of the Collective, although she was not bonded yet, everyone considered it to be a mere formality.

"I am proud of both of you, and all you've done," Harry told both of them.

Pamela did not say anything but Harry caught a look at her face that said pretty much everything. The redhead made her way over and pressed herself into his other as side, smiling as he wrapped his arm around her waist as well.

She couldn't help but smile.

Harry was just the type of person that coaxed smiles.

It was time for a nice relaxing date night for the three of them.

"Wonderful night as always," Barbara commented as she felt herself get filled up. She was staggering a bit from the food intake and very close to going into a food coma.

"I'll port you home Barbara," Harry offered her.

He figured that having her walking around Gotham City this late at night would not be the best thing for her.

"Given that I was supposed to be home two minutes ago for curfew, it might be best if you drop me off in my room," Barbara informed him. "You do know where my room is, don't you?"

Harry offered her a teasing smile. "Yes, I have a pretty good idea."

Harry wrapped a tight arm around her, pulling the redhead into his body. Barbara closed her eyes, there was something about the rush of joy that she felt through her body when he held her close that she had to love.

Immediately, Barbara was dropped off at her room.

"Thanks, Harry, you're the best," Barbara told him as he offered a mysterious smile towards her.

"Are you forgetting something, Miss Gordon?" Harry asked the redhead and she frowned, wondering what she could have forgotten.

"And what would that be, Mr. Potter?" Barbara asked in a half teasing and half playful voice. She enjoyed the games that they were playing with each other, it was the highlight of her day.

Harry kept his emerald eyes locked on her, the smile across his face slowly morphing into a soft grin.

"I would be referring to my tip," he told her, the grin growing wider across his face.

"Oh right! That!" Barbara commented in a bright voice as she threw herself forward to wrap her arms around Harry's neck, and their lips met each other once more that night.

She made the most of these opportunities that she could until her big day arrived, the wait until that day pretty much unbearable for her already. The area between her legs tingled with heat but she kept her mind off matters she could not explore for some time. She worked her tongue into Harry's mouth and Harry returned the kiss with equal fury.

Barbara could not believe this, this was amazing, no this transcended amazing, amazing had long since left the building and gotten on a bus. He wrapped his strong arms around her young body and pulled the redhead into him.

Barbara, playfully pinched him on the butt, and he looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

She offered a mock innocent smile. "What?'

'Someone's being daring,' Faora commented although her amusement went through the bond link, and she nearly snickered.

'Someone is,' Kara agreed as she rocked her head back with a smile that got even brighter. Barbara was being beyond daring with that little action.

'Well, could you blame her?' Pamela asked, she certainly wasn't blaming her friend from getting a preemptive piece of Harry before the main event in around a year.

'I'd say go for it….you do realize that until she's figured in, she's not hearing any of this,' Zatanna commented.

'Which is half of the fun,' Ginny commented with an evil cackle.

'You are wicked, you know that,' Astoria offered but she was smiling.

'Well if that isn't the goblet calling the cauldron round, I don't know what was,' Ginny offered in a bored voice.

Harry smiled at the banter that was going on through the bond link. Kissing Babs on the forehead, he teleported back to the Penthouse where Pamela was waiting for him. The redhead placed her hands on the side of her head and rocked back in thinly veiled excitement.

"So, what do you think about the news?" Pamela asked Harry and she brought it back to the conversation that they really did not have a chance to have early. "About being Doctor Woodrue's assistant?"

Harry shook his head. "Right Woodrue….well it's definitely an opportunity."

Pam frowned, she knew Harry was picking one the rare times where he tried hard not to say what he really thought about a person and this was one of those times where he was keeping his mouth shut.

"So do I detect a note of…..well it's not jealously. So I'm not sure what I should be detecting a note of," Pam commented to Harry. "Harry, Jason Woodrue is a noted expert in the field of advanced botanical biochemistry. I'm incredibly lucky that he wants to take me on as his assistant, considering that's the field I want to go into now that we've gotten our Doctorate's in Chemistry, this project of his is going to help the environment so much."

"Man knows his shit I'll give him that, but that doesn't help him from being a CLB," Harry offered to her and Pam frowned at that. "Woodrue, he's a guy who oozes….well he's just a fucking sleazy motherfucker. I met him a few weeks ago, he looks so much like Lionel Luthor crossed with a mad scientist that it's disturbing."

"Oh, yes he mentioned you," Pamela commented to him. The truth was Woodrue wouldn't shut up about Harry. "He had good things to say about you. In fact he kept raving about your chemistry thesis."

"Well, good for him," Harry replied dryly but there was something dubious going on that he couldn't quite put his finger on. "It's just...middle aged men, Professor or not takes on attractive female assistant. He talks about the opportunities that he could give them, but it's obvious what he's trying to do to anyone but the naïve impressionable female assistant."

Pamela frowned. "Do you think you could…."

"Woodrue's the type of person who would use his credentials to sleep with gullible co-eds, which I know you're not," Harry answered. "However, he's the type that's going to keep forcing the issue. The man just looks like your text book example of a pervert and there's something about his agenda that I don't like. I looked at the research he presented as well. A lot of it makes sense I do admit and yes, part of it is based of our work, so we both know it's solid. It just seems like he isn't being honest about his intentions."

"First of all, you're the last person who should talk about men being perverted Mr. Harem…."

"You know that it's not a harem, it's a…."

"Yes, yes, I know, collective not harem," Pamela commented with a smirk. "My mistake."

"And there is no need for me to use my authority to force someone to sleep with me."

She closed her eyes and collected her thoughts as she considered what she was going to say.

"Still, pervert or not, you can't help but see that Woodrue's a brilliant man," Pamela added as she watched Harry. She could tell that he was not disputing that. "We've both seen some of his work…..and I believe that this project of his, it will change the world."

'Well that's one thing that we agree on, although there's something really….off that I can't put my finger on,' Harry thought. To him, Woodrue was someone who wasn't that much different that the Lionel Luthors of the world. Plus, it really was disturbing how similar the two of them looked like they could be twins, clones, or played by the same actor.

'If Woodrue tries anything underhanded we'll….' Faora thought but Harry hushed the bond traffic.

"Just be careful out there," Harry warned her seriously.

"I will be careful, but you know why, you understand why I want to do this," Pamela told him as she leaned towards him. "I'm sure that if Woodrue does try something, you can make his life miserable but I don't think he will."

'Maybe if he's so smart, he knows that you'll cut him off at the knees and bury him alive,' Faora offered, although there was something about Woodrue that crept her out as well. So Har-Zod's thoughts were not something that was exclusive to him.

Harry smiled at Pamela and he pushed her down onto the bed.

"You seem to have had a long day," Harry commented to the redhead, a smile crossing his face. "I think it'd be a good idea if you rested back and unwound a little bit."

Pamela raised an eyebrow.

"Isn't that you exerting your authority a little bit?"

Harry just smiled as he pinned her down on the bed by her arms and kissed her. She wilted like a flower underneath his lips and then Harry prepared to kick things up another notch.

Smut/Lemon Begins.

Pam sighed as Harry's kisses caused every inch of her body to feel smoldering pleasure. The redhead's soft legs wrapped around his body and there was a few seconds where he reached towards her blouse and opened it open.

Her breasts were revealed in a nice bra, that pushed them up to showcase the luscious mountains. Harry licked her cleavage which allowed shivers to go down her spine.

"Harry," Pam whined as Harry kept working his tongue down her cleavage and then he ran his fingers down between her legs, teasing her moist womanhood.

Harry smiled as he took his tongue and pushed it between her walls. The woman's eyes closed shut as Harry pushed himself deeper into her walls.

"YES!" Pam shrieked, she felt his warm tongue go between her hot thighs. There was a sensation that caused her extreme pleasure beyond all measure. The woman's eyes closed as her thighs clenched around his head. The redhead panted as he worked his hands all over her nice body.

"That's great, you feel great, don't you?" Harry breathed to her and Pam nodded as he returned back to her sopping mound, licking her juices out.

Pam felt his hands pin her down and Harry had her.

"I'm going to fuck you into the night, because I can," Harry whispered as he brushed the head of his cock against her dripping hot entrance.

"Yes, oh, yes," Pam breathed as her pulsing hole was brushed by with his length and she longed to have him inside her.

Harry held her down, with the smile crossing over his face, as he brushed his large prick over her hot entrance. There were a few seconds where he tormented her and caused her to feel a rush of pleasure through her loins.

"Take me," Pam begged as Harry grabbed her thighs, running down her legs. The redhead panted, as she pushed her thighs up towards him. Harry brushed his thick cock up against her dripping slip and there was a pause.

Her green eyes filled with wide eyed adoration and Harry gripped her hips, burying his length deep within her tight quim.

Pam breathed as Harry sawed in and out of her body. His balls slapped against her thighs as he cut a steady path into her. The redhead's nipples stiffened as Harry worked his large pole in between her legs. The woman bit down on her lip as he continued to work into her.

"I bet you like it, I bet that feels so good," Harry breathed as he pushed his cock up and speared into her, stretching her walls apart.

Pam's moans spoke for themselves, she did love that, she loved it. She loved every inch going into her pussy and it was buried deep into her. Her tight walls hugged his huge pole as he pushed up against her hips, aiming for her dripping hot snatch and with another swift motion slammed deep into her. Each thrusts brought pleasure into her mind.

Pam's eyes closed shut, the rush that she felt through her loins, it nearly caused her to become completely undone. His hands were perched on her hips and Harry worked his magic into her. His balls slapped over her thighs and the redhead wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her. She never was going to allow his cock to slip far away from her dripping hot walls.

Harry hung onto her and drilled his length into her.

Pam flickered her eyes open and felt Harry pushing her legs up.

"Harry, Harry, oh!" Pam yelled as he grabbed his hands around her arms and drilled her into hard, bringing his thick hard dick into her walls.

The redhead's walls stretched apart with Harry working her pussy apart. The redhead's eyes closed as Harry kept working in and out of her. Her walls stretched even further apart as Harry's balls dribbled against her body.

"Oh, ah, yes, oh, ah, mmm, fuck," Pam mewled.

"Such a mouth," Harry breathed as he kissed it.

She took a nibble out of his lower lip playfully, with his cock spearing deep into her center. His rod slid in and out of her. The redhead wrapped her legs around him and Harry pushed his hands down her legs, feeling up every inch of her supple flesh. He was going to bring himself up and down into her, punishing her, pleasuring her.

Pam managed to somehow roll him over. She figured that this was allowed mostly because he did not stop her.

"Well aren't we being daring?" Harry managed.

Pam gave him a predatory smile and pushed up. Her hips sunk onto his huge meat, his dick spearing into her walls.

He allowed her to have her moment on top, it would build up anticipation for when he would take that away. Harry lifted up his hands and grabbed her breasts, giving them a nice squeeze and Pam breated as he pushed himself up.

His mouth found her nipple, suckling it and Pam panted as Harry kept working it over. There was no question about it, this was pure bliss personified.

Her hips slammed down onto his hard rod as she bounced up and slammed down onto him hard. His huge cock was worked over by her velvet soft walls and Harry returned fire on her breasts.

"Yes, oh, fuck me, harder, deeper," Pamela begged.

"As the lady wishes," Harry commented as he turned her over and held her down.

Harry pinned her down onto the bed and worked himself as far deep into her quim as he could manage to do so. His balls slapped against her hard and Harry smiled as he kept firing into her.

He rocked her back, picking up the pace and she closed her eyes, as Harry worked into her. Now that he was on top, the play was reversed and Pam felt herself clutch him with excitement as he pushed his length deepr into her.

He was so deep into her that her nerve endings felt they were pushed together, pulsed together by hot fire.

Harry plunged into her one more time and she had an orgasm.

After some time, her walls grapsed him and milked him. She was determined to have is seed spill into her garden and fill her up so much that it hurts. She was determined, she would have her prize.

"More, cum, please," Pam breathed.

Harry smiled, working into her and she closed her eyes. His hands worked over her body and that caused her to have a powerful orgasm that rocked her entire body.

Harry speared himself deep into her, making her feel his throbbing hard prick buried deeper into her.

His seed spilled into her, as he pumped into her. The orgasm that she got from his semen spurting into her was so powerful that it made Pam pass out.

Smut/Lemon Ends.

Harry was about ready to call it a day, however he heard the phone ring.

He smiled, in good grace, and tried to hide his annoyance at the phone ringing. He edged himself over towards the other room as his wife was sleeping on the bed and he didn't want to wake her. He could have ran but he allowed it ring a few times before picking it up.

"Hello?" Harry answered, and the person on the other end wasn't somebody he was expecting to hear from at all. "Well….that's interesting, isn't it? Hang tight, keep your head low….his wallet got stolen. Well I'd advise making sure to let the proper people know when he gets back. The last thing we want is having someone take a joyride with his bank account."

Harry smiled as he prepared to go out way out of his way to pick up an old friend of his from Cambridge at the airport.

"He couldn't have picked a worst place," Penny commented as she wrinkled her nose in frustration from where she sat in a seat across from Harry as their plane landed.

They were in the middle of China, in a dingy airport. It was small and not well kept up at all.

It was the last place where anyone would expect a well known billionaire playboy to catch a flight, so in many ways, it would mean that it was the perfect place for a well known billionaire to catch a flight.

"That would be the elementary fact of the situation, Penny," Harry informed her and the dark haired woman shrugged her shoulders. The two of them stood up and made they're way outside of the plane.

"I assume so," she offered with a shrug but she was not completely convinced. She was willing to let this go.

Harry perked his head up and looked out over the runway, pretty soon he would find the person that he was looking for. All he needed to do was to look for a moment and he would see him.

'Ah, bullseye,' Harry thought with a smile on his face as he made his way towards the party of two that spotted at the edge of the airport.

The first person that he saw was a young man who was seven years older than Harry was and he had been touring the world. Harry had met him or Harrison had rather, when he was on his tour studying at Cambridge for a year. He was fairly tall and had one of those faces that stood out in a crowd. He was Bruce Wayne, and he really needed no introduction other than that.

The second person was an older man, although there was some sense of how formidable he was despite his advanced age. His eyes focused on the two people standing there across from him, a smile crossing his face as he took in the both of them. He was dressed in a well made suit and had silver hair with a formidable demeanor. His name was Alfred Pennyworth.

"Potter pick up service," Harry offered them with a smile.

"Uncle Alfred!" Penny yelled with a joyful tone to her voice as she ran towards the older gentlman and wrapped him up in a hug.

"Penelope dear, it's been too long. How is your mother?" Alfred asked.

It was amazing how one of his girls was the niece of Bruce Wayne's butler but it just proved to Harry that it was a small world after all.

"So, they jacked your wallet?" Harry asked him in a lowered voice. "You're slacking, Bruce. You're normally more careful."

"Just goes to show you that there are a few more lessons that need to be taught to everyone," Bruce commented in a light voice and Harry had to agree.

"Yes, and things are getting intense back in Gotham," Harry informed his former class mate.

"Oh, in what way?" Bruce asked with a calm demeanor.

Harry reminded himself that the billionaire kept himself mostly out of the public eye on his world tour. Of course, that did not stop the tabloids from inventing wild stories. There was a lot about him, although he had connections in the press that allowed him to stifle some of the more wild rumors.

Although he was almost amused by the creativity of some of the people out there, the key word being almost, with it being that close.

"Well, where to begin," Harry offered to him. "The problem, is that there are a group of people within your company that our trying to take it for a joy ride."

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. He figured that there would be some problems with his company when he came back. However, despite that fact he'd felt he left in it capable hands before going on his world tour, and that they there were going to be more then up to the task of dealing with any problems that might occur. Apparently that had been too much to hope for.

"The usual problems are happening with the criminal element, so business goes up and down based off of that," Harry told him.

"Of course," Bruce commented, that was something that he was planning on doing something about really soon. It was a matter of finding the right opportunity to do so but he was almost ready. His travels had given him a lot of time to think about what he wished to do and there was only one thing that resounded in the back of his head.

"You seem calm and collected," Harry offered to the young man.

"Have to be, with what has to be done," Bruce commented in a light voice and he looked over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. "Aren't you?"

Harry's smile could not be measured. "Always."

Harry's smile got even wider as the group made their way onto the plane.

"So, were you intending to return to Gotham City? Or is this just a byproduct of your wallet getting stolen?" Harry asked him.

Bruce admitted what he had to do. "Well, I can't be running from the past forever."

"The past chases us all," Harry said with a tone of warning in his voice and Bruce inclined his head in agreement.

"Well, you would understood that better than anyone else," Bruce commented and there was a few seconds where Harry pondered that.

That was true, there was a lot about his past that still chased him around. Although he didn't directly have to deal with. As far as the world knew, Harrison Evans was the Harry Potter they knew all along. The sheep could easily be lead to believe whatever he wanted them to, even though there were instances where it should be obvious to them that they were lambs that were about to be lead to the slaughter.

Regardless of the situation, it was back to Gotham City. Harry's smile grew even wider across his face. He couldn't wait for what was going to happen next. He looked up into the sky as they boarded the private jet, all four of them.

"Now's the time. If we're going to do this, it needs to be done now."

Harry was saying this to Faora, or Alexandra Potter rather, as that was currently the guise that she was in. She had her hair tied back into a low ponytail. Resting Across her face on the bridge of her nose was a pair of stylish glasses. There was just something about glasses that proved to be an able disguise in any circumstance. A tight black business jacket also offset the outfit that she wore. A black skirt snaked fell down to her knees, which offered a hint of her stocking clad legs. Said legs rested in a pair of high heels that emphasized and highlighted her dazzling stems.

"Indeed, love," Faora agreed as she smiled.

Whilst there were very few who knew her outside of the mask of Alexandra Potter, it would be unwise to get into the habit of being careless. She adjusted the skirt that she was wearing, although she gave Har-Zod a teasing flash of leg. She could not resist herself.

"It's time for us to take our empire to the next step," Harry offered as he and Faora made their way through the front doors of Wayne Enterprises.

They did not have far to go, their credentials were more than enough to ease them through the front door. Smiles went over their faces because of this as the duo continued to make their trek up the stairs.

There was going to be a board meeting today.

They could have taken the elevator, but they felt that taking the stairs was going to make more of an impact. At least that was the thought that chimed through in the back of their heads. Their footsteps got more prominent as they pushed their way up towards their destination.

I really don't get this. Figure they'd make more of a presence walking out of the elevator as if they owned the place. Which they do if you considered the fact they own thirty five percent of the company.

'Do or die time,'Harry thought.

'Knock them dead,' Astoria thought to him and she smiled. 'I didn't mean that literally.'

'Well with you know, you never know,' Daphne offered with a smile towards her sister who offered a slight pout but she managed to keep herself serious and professional.

'This has been a long time overdue,' Jaime thought to both Faora and Harry.

'Yeah, but blame that on us getting side tracked by other projects, getting stuck at Hogwarts for nine months, killing Voldermort, getting RAO up and running, you know how it goes,' Harry informed her.

'Better than anyone,' Jaime agreed to her.

The doors were closed for the board meeting and Harry smiled. The doors being closed wouldn't stop them from entering and getting their business done. They'd planned on it in fact, after all the best way to make an entrance was to be fashionably late. The wizard closed the distance and opened it pushing his way through and holding it open for his sister to step through.

"And Wayne Enterprises….."

There was a few seconds where time seemed to stop as the group looked up towards them. The Board of Directors appeared to be in awe.

'Good, they know that you're not someone to be trifled with,' Faora thought.

One of the corporate suits rose to his feet and looked at them. "Mr. Potter, Miss. Potter, I wouldn't have thought that you would make the trip."

The Potter Seward looked like a deer caught in the headlights as he watched both of them arrive. They were powerful and if he did not watch his step, it would not end well, it would not end well at all.

"I was going to prepare notes to send to you after the meeting, but surely…."

"That won't be necessary, because I've seen the quality of your work lately and I find it lacking," Harry said as he looked at each and every member of the Board of Directors.

"I hope I'm not missing anything."

Harry and Faora turned around and saw Bruce standing there in the doorway.

"No, you aren't," Faora commented with a smile. They had really not gotten to the meat and the potatoes of the meeting yet, although they were rapidly reaching that point. They would eventually get there in a roundabout way.

"Excellent," Bruce offered, as he blocked the whispers out of his mind. He was used to hearing the whispers of people around him, though it was not every day that you came back from the dead.

He knew far more than what was going on between these walls then he let on. Even beyond what Harry clued him on.

"There's going to be a few changes at Wayne Enterprise," Harry commented as his gaze swept across the entire group.

"Changes? What…."

"Yes, Wilson, changes," Harry commented to one of the members of the Board of Directors.

When such a high profile shareholder knew your name off of the top of his head, that did not bode well.

"This company was founded years ago by Alan Wayne and my Great-Grandfather on certain principles, but they seem to be principles that you have forgotten in your attempt to fit in with the rest of Gotham City," Harry offered with a smile as he watched each and every one of them.

He read the body language of some of them. Some were more obviously panicking than others. There were some that were a far less obvious. It depended on how guilty they were or rather how good they were at lying to someone's face.

The Potter Seward, Fredricks, looked up towards the three of them, although it was Alexandra and Harry Potter that his focus was on. He had worked in this role for over thirty years, and for some hot shot to just come over from Britain, it angered him.

"I don't think…."

"That much is obvious," Faora said with a smile, pleased that her statement got the desired reaction.

That reaction was a stunned amount of shock. The dark haired woman was enjoying the visible amount of discomfort that was swimming through the eyes of the man before her. "You know, we can do this a few different ways, they might be easy, they might be hard. You won't know, until you play the game."

Faora smiled as she looked over to Harry and waited for him to step in and continue.

"Fredricks, your services over the past couple of years and how well you have preformed them, have been noted," Harry commented to the man as he carefully watched for his reaction.

For a brief second, it seemed like the man thought that he was going to get off with a warning. The grin that went over Harry's face never faltered for a second. If this man thought that a warning was going to be the least of his problems, then he was sorely mistaken.

"The key word however, is that your services...were...noted and there is honestly no point in keeping you on from this point forward," Harry offered to the man that stood before him.

Fredricks looked at him in confusion. "Sir…."

"I'd like to wish you the best in your future endeavors, but I don't have a place in my employ for someone like you any longer," Harry offered to him and the man raised both his eyebrows as he jaw dropped in stunned shock. "From this point forward, you're fired."

There was a second where Fredricks stood shocked, unable to believe that he had been so casually dismissed.

"After all…."

"We gave you a simple order. One a child could follow. You decided to go against us," Faora commented to him. "My cousin agrees with me, that if this company is going to go public. We're going to need to put a better face on it moving forwards."

"I've allowed the Potter seat on the board to be mismanaged up to this point, but no longer," Harry offered as he decided to drop the other bombshell that he had been standing on. It would make the paper soon enough so there was no reason to hold it in. "Between ourselves and Mr. Wayne, we control the majority of the company's stock. So moving forwards until the upcoming stock offering, we're going to take a closer look at this company and I would suggest all of you think real hard about what you need to do to earn your positions."

That was a statement that caused a gasp to spread across the board and Harry could tell that he had these people by the nose, hook, line, and sinker.

A dark skinned gentleman standing in the shadows, offered a low chuckle. "Well, I there's going to be a few changes around here, gentlemen."

A mouthful was said to say the least.

Harry smiled, he'd worked this plan of attack with Bruce on the flight back to Gotham. Change was coming to Wayne Enterprise's and he was going to be at the crux of them. He could not wait to implement them all.

"So, if you could hurry up and clear out your office before noon. We're going to need it shortly, and….don't worry, you'll get your final paycheck, it's far more than you deserve," Faora concluded dismissively.

Fredricks slumped his shoulders in defeat and turned around to walk out.

"Just to be clear, the board will be seeing a lot more of us in the near future," Harry added and he could see that they were trying not to piss themselves.

There was an implication in his words that all of them understood, even though few of them liked what they were hearing.

Faora eyed her brother and she said the statement that he had been thinking about. They had both been thinking of it, but she heard the strong thoughts that were going through their minds. It indicated that they stood only to benefit themselves.

Faora slipped off to take care of some urgent business, which left Harry to wrap up a few loose ends.

'I think they understand what you're trying to do,' Faora offered him and Harry smiled at her.

'Yes, but if I thought this was over, I would be a bit more at ease. The statements in his checking account indicate that he's being paid by someone other than us,' Harry said.

'We're plugging the leaks as we go,' Faora commented with a smile.'But we have a more pleasurable meeting after this to take care of.'

Harry raised an eyebrow as he wondered what his sister had in mind and wondered if it had to do with this urgent business that she departed for. 'Oh.'

'Yes, it's the matter of your birthday present, an early one,' Faora commented to him and Harry was curious.'This is just a little teaser for the festivities that are going to happen over the next week.'

Now Harry was intrigued and that was the fact of the matter. He had gotten a brief thought or two about the party but it had been mostly shrouded in secret. If Harry had to think about it, it had to be something amazing if they were going to this much effort to keep the details from him so far.

'I'm waiting in the limo,' Faora informed him.

'I'll be there with bells on,' Harry offered as he quickened his steps. He kept a steady pace.

He saw Penny sitting in the front seat of the limo. He greeted the woman with a smile which she equally returned. The wizard took another step and made his way into the back of the limo where he saw the vision of beauty on her knees before him.

He whistled, this one was going to be amazing, not that he had any doubts otherwise.

The female had a gorgeous set of blonde locks that framed her face in an alluring manner. A pouty set of red lips offset her face and stunning blue eyes added to the package. An open aviator's jacket wrapped around her ample D-Cup breasts barely hiding her stiff nipples, and a bow tie was wrapped snugly around her neck. Her legs were smooth and uncovered, long and shapely, and Harry could see that the jacket and the bow tie was the only thing that she was wearing. Her feet were gorgeous and her toes wiggled seductively towards him.

"Hello, Mr. Potter," she said in a seductive English accent as she locked her eyes onto him, licking her sensual lips with a purr.

Her name was Zinda Blake, a pilot know as Lady Blackhawk during World War II, she looked rather good for her age. The reason was that was due to the fact she had been suspended in time, lost as a relic to the past. She was found frozen in the Arctic by Faora on a trip to investigate some odd readings that detected that seemed to be Kryptonian in origin and thawed out of her suspended animation.

As a result, she owed Faora a life debt and she had been working for RAO and the house of Zod ever since. Faora had naturally shared the merchandise constantly with her brother, because, what kind of sister would that make her if she hoarded the females all to herself?

"So, this is my birthday present," Harry commented as he sat in front of the sexy woman and smiled. "And how lovely, she's already partially unwrapped."

"It's just the way that you like it, Har," Faora commented as a bright and calculating smile went across her face. She enveloped him in a tight hug and their lips met each other in a fiery kiss. The two of them pressed their bodies against each other and Harry could tell that Faora was wearing nothing underneath the business suit that she had on. That was a fact that he wholeheartedly approved of, there was no denying that. He held her body against the edge of the seat.

Harry smiled as Faora offered him a smile and a wink.

"Well aren't you going to unwrap your present?" His sister asked him and Harry smiled as he grabbed the edge of Zinda's jacket and pulled the sexy blonde onto his lap.

"I think that's a great idea," Harry commented as he stroked her blonde locks.

"I concur," Zinda commented, as she found Harry's lips on hers and the blonde straddled him, pressing her bare legs against his covered ones. She felt his hands roam every nook and cranny of her body and it was a delightful feeling, that one could not take away from her.

He pushed her back onto the seats and Zinda found what little clothes that she had be ripped off. Then the real fun of the matter was about to begin.

Smut/Lemon Begins.

Zinda hummed lightly as she removed Harry's shirt and felt up his subtle muscles. The blonde's eyes flushed as she worked over his body, making her way around him. She explored every single bit of his body and she edged down, reaching beneath his belt.

With a slight tug, she removed it.

"Delicious, I think I'm going to get the real treat," she commented as she closed her hand around his stiffening tool.

"Oh, I don't know about…ah that," Harry breathed.

Zinda's hand wrapped around his solid hard pole and pushed up and down him. He felt her hand work its magic as she was giving him a nice and powerful hand job. The blonde's eyes flashed with mirth as her tongue trailed over the head of his cock, giving him a nice little lick as she snaked even more around his cock's head. She could tell from the reaction that Harry had in his eyes, he enjoyed everything that she was giving him.

Harry was enjoying everything that Zinda gave to him. Her lips pressed on the top of his prick as she looked up with her stormy eyes, that dripped with so much seduction. Harry felt her hands press against his balls, playing with them.

Faora watched as she felt the rush erotic enjoyment flood through her. She unclipped a few buttons of her shirt and started to rub her breast at her brother getting a blowjob.

"Yes, oh, yes," Harry breathed as Zinda went down on him, popping his huge cock down her throat with one solid and swift motion.

She clamped her hand around his balls and kept working more of her lips around his mighty pole. She pushed more of it down her throat and Harry was feeling the pleasure of this goddess going down on him. His member went down her throat and her lips went apart with a nice little pop. The little pops got even greater as she went down on him, using her hands to stimulate his balls.

Harry was not going to take any more of the teasing, he turned her around.

"Time to take my reward," Harry growled as he grabbed her on the ass.

"Yes, my love, I'm yours," she breathed as Harry grabbed her around the waist.

Harry measured the beautiful blonde, working his hands around her back, brushing his fingers against her dripping hot pussy. He brought his fingers up to his mouth and tasted her.

Zinda could sense him feasting off of her pussy juices and that got even hotter, making her want to give him more to eat, more to feast on. That was causing her loins to burn with the greater desire than ever before. She panted at his actions.

Harry pushed into her from behind and she felt herself get filled up by his penis. She had no room to spare as his thick and long cock spear into her. Her body felt a rush of emotions as her nipples hardened and Harry pushed out of her, nearly emptying her.

He filled her once more, bringing his thick prick into her. Zinda grabbed onto the bed, rocking back and she felt the hard cock of him tease her entrance and ram back into her.

"Oh, bugger me, so hard!" she moaned as Harry grabbed her by the blonde locks and Faora smiled.

Faora was rubbing her pussy lips, trying to get herself off but that was not nearly fulfilling.

"Eat me, bitch!" Faora commanded as she stripped her clothes off to reveal her sexy body.

Zinda, like an obedient pet, went between Faora's legs, using her tongue to slurp and lick her. She was enjoying this threesome very much, as she went deeper between the thighs.

Harry breathed he saw this woman that he was currently drilling into from behind use her tongue to give his sister pleasure. This caused his cock to grow deep into her and he buried more of himself into her. The blonde was going to get everything that she deserved, whether she liked it or not.

Harry hung onto Zinda's sweaty back and worked his huge cock into her from behind. He was picking up a good deal of momentum, plunging himself into her. The blonde's walls tightened around him and Harry smiled as he hung onto her.

Faora went back and she felt Harry's hands on her tits. That were like magic as always. His hands alternated between exploring the tits of her and Zinda and they were pure magic as always.

Harry grabbed her around the waist and kept hammering into her. The blonde's panting got even more wanton and Harry plunged himself deep into her. He stretched her walls apart as his balls slapped against her thighs. The blonde hung onto the edge of the bed, biting down on her lip as she offered a lustful hum.

"She's getting into this one," Harry breathed as he ran his hands down her body and caused several jolts of pleasure to erupt in her body.

"Yes, oh yes, she is," Faora managed, she was losing herself to pleasure that could not be measured at all. The blonde lifted her hips and Harry delved into her. The blonde's thighs dripped with her arousal.

Harry speared himself deep into her, filling her up and he could feel her tighten around him.

Zinda did not want the pleasure to stop, she wanted his hard cock to keep blasting into her body. Each thrust brought her to a miniature orgasm. He alternated between some slow and hard thrusts and some rapid fire thrusts, but every once of them caused her body to tingle. Her toes felt like they were tingling and these bursts of pleasure also went to the tip of her head as well.

Harry held onto the waist of this young blonde, beautiful as she was, Harry had to pick up the pace. He plunged his thick hard dick between her walls. The blonde's panting escalated a bit more and Harry pushed back, plowing into her.

Her walls hugged him and Harry hung onto her, working himself into her. The blonde closed her eyes and bit down onto her lip. There was another huge plunge as her walls were worked apart and Harry continued to work into her.

Harry held onto her, and manipulated her entrance over and over again.

Zinda was not going to lose herself.

Penny watched this entire spectacle, her hand down her pants, and she rubbed herself furiously. Thankfully, she remembered that she was a witch in the midst of the foggy lust. The dildo that she clasped in her hand worked down her dripping hot snatch and the woman's pussy was plowed with the hard rod as it worked into her.

"Oh, yes, oh, fuck, oh, ah, oh!" Penny panted.

Harry felt Zinda's snatch get really tight around him and he felt the pleasure.

"So close baby, going to cum, you'd like that wouldn't you," Harry breathed and she turned a slight bit.

"Yes…."

"Face front," Faora ordered as she shoved Zinda's face into her pussy and Zinda responded by sucking her juices from her hot hole.

Harry gave a grunting thrust and his balls throbbed as he plunged into her. The blonde was losing her mind and Harry was about to finish up inside her.

She went the distance and Harry plowed into her, causing her pussy to be filled with his huge cock. The blonde's walls clenched around him and Harry worked into her.

His balls tightened and he sent a huge load of his seed, painting her insides with his heavy spunk.

Zinda passed out as Harry looked at his still half hard cock.

Faora smiled as she pounced upon his huge prick and felt it enter her. It filled her up so much, it was the only cock that she would allow to even consider to touch her.

"So good, Har, oh yes," Faora breathed as she bounced up and down upon him, feeling his meat push into her, filling her up.

Harry held her down onto him, allowing his sister to ride him. He decided to give Penny a show that would cause the woman to masturbate herself raw.

He grabbed Faora's breast and squeezed it. He offered a certain amount of firmness and that caused her cunt to clench him as she worked up and down him. The dark haired woman breathed as she worked around him. Her eyes closed shut as she felt the pleasure with Harry going into her.

Harry's thick penis went through her, stretching her walls and Faora rode him, she was bouncing up and down, having the time of her life.

Their sweaty bodies met, each other, Faora getting a lot of momentum. She screamed as he worked himself into her and she responded by sinking her nails into his back, which added to the erotic atmosphere. He worked into her and the young man pushed into her, his dick going deeper into her body. Her walls stretched apart and Harry slammed himself as far into her as he could go.

The dark haired woman's walls went around him, with Faora working around him. The dark haired girl kept riding him, panting and thrusting herself down onto him.

Penny had her clothes half torn off. Her face was flushed and red, as she wished that it was Harry's cock that was going through her body instead of this toy. She thought that he was torturing her by withholding his manhood from her.

Faora was now bent over on the seat, eating Harry's seed out of Zinda's snatch, as the half conscious pilot offered a series of musical moans as the dark haired Kryptonian continued to tongue out the inside of her.

Harry smiled as he hung onto Faora, plunging himself as far inside her as he could go and the moans got even louder. He was going to bring her to a climax any moment and then his would sure enough follow.

The dance escalated in tempo and intensity. Har-Zod never backed down as he beat a steady course into the pussy of his sister and wife, her walls lovingly gripping him.

"Deeper, deeper, deeper," Faora breathed, chanting this statement as she clenched her brother's invading rod, pulsing her thighs together.

Harry roamed his hands around her body, sensing the stars that she saw, as he plowed into her.

Harry's cock buried deeper into her, as Faora kept eating her brother's seed from Zinda's pussy.

"Fuck, oh yeah, mmm," Faora said as she came up for air.

Harry saw stars as he felt himself tighten within her and kept plowing himself as deep into her as he could manage. His balls tightened hard and he plunged himself as far as he could into her. Her walls clenched around him and he felt the desire flood his body.

With a grunting thrust, Harry spilled his seed into her, splattering the insides of her. Each rope of cum went into her.

Harry collapsed on her, as Penny passed out as well, having locked onto the bond link too hard.

Everyone was fulfilled, at least for now.

Smut/Lemon Ends.