Chapter Forty-Eight: Recovery.

Chapter Forty-Eight: Recovery. 

Most cities would have grinded to a halt after an event like the fires and riots that swept through a good portion of Gotham City. It would have been big news, and there would have been outcry about how bad things were. The citizens would be milking tales of woe and trying to expand the horror of what was going on around them.

For the people in Gotham City, this was just another day at the office. It was just another Wednesday. Especially for the Criminal Element of the city, who would not ever let up, no matter what the reason was.

In fact, it might have been worse given the various opportunities that were presented from the aftermath. Maroni's faction was perhaps the worse because after what happened last night, they had something to prove and they didn't really care who knew it. Even though their boss was in the clink, Zucco made sure that they continued with operations as usual, even with all of the ground they lost and it was a fair bit. Not to mention they were sure that the fat bird squawked all the way to the bank as they swooped in.

That being said, there was another faction that was trying to reap from the benefits that Gotham City offered at this point in time and that was Black Mask's gang.

One of the gang members, who drawn the short straw pretty much, had been tasked, with keeping watch out on the street corner, that was not a job that he relished in doing. In fact, shivers blew down his spine as he looked around.

A very busy transaction was about to go on, that would put them on the map and more importantly, it would put more money in their pocket that they knew to do with.

One of the chief members of Black Mask's gang leaned in, talking to a person in the limo. The window was half open where it could block the view of it. It was the man that many assumed was Black Man's butler, an older gentleman who was stoic and really didn't show that much emotion in his voice and tone.

The conversation could not really be heard from the basic grunts in the gang. One of them nudged the other.

"So what do you think they're talking about?" one of them asked and another, more senior member of the gang, gave him a nasty scowl.

"If you were meant to know, you would be told, wouldn't you?" the senior member of the gang asked. Rhetorical question was in fact rhetorical and there was no need for an answer. "Now, just keep your mouth shut and your eyes open. Best way to survive out of here."

"Yeah, wouldn't want any psycho hobos to come after us?" one of the other members joked, but he got a look that indicated that he best shut up while he was ahead. For a couple of gang members, that hit a little too closely to home.

A transaction was taking place, where the older man slipped the younger gentleman a file into his hand. Details of what was on the agenda for this evening with the two gangs. The older gentleman nodded his head and slipped off into the dark of the night.

The man on the corner playing look out felt a shiver go down his spine. He had the strongest feeling that he was being watched but by who, he didn't know. But there was no one there.

The man who was handed the file nodded in response. That was all that they needed for a go ahead.

Black Mask's men were dressed rather nicely and equipped with some extremely powerful weapons, able to even any odds that would come their way. The highest ranking members obviously got the best, but no one was left out in the glory.

Black Mask had the scratch, so he was willing to invest a lot in maintaining his control in Gotham City.

"So, the boss is about to make a play," one of the gang members whispered, passing a group of three low ranking thugs who were on the corner having a smoke.

"Hey, man, do you have….."

"Man, all you do is bum smokes off of me. Are you a lazy bastard that you can't buy your own?"

"The old lady wants me to invest the money the boss makes me into the kid's college fund," one of the thugs said.

"Are you even sure the kid's yours, I mean…..you heard about your old lady….."

"Hey, she'd never cheat on me again, why would she lie to me….."

"Do you want a list?"

The lower level thugs turned to the higher ranker thug as he cleared his throat.

"So, did you get the information?"

"Yeah, I did," he confirmed to them, his beady eyes locked onto the three thugs.

"So, did you hear about Fat Tony?" another one of the low level thugs commented to him and the higher ranking gang member looked at him, shaking his head. "Yeah apparently the Bat trashed his limo something fierce. From what I heard, he and Skeevers shit themselves. Then the Bat beat the shit out of them."

"Well, good for the Bat," the high ranking gang member commented. There was something entirely condescending about the tone of his voice.

"Yeah, the funny thing is that he got knocked out for most of the night but he still got away, smelling like a rose," the thug commented, that was just like Zucco though. The bastard was as slippery as an eel riding on a wet banana.

"How…." the highest ranking member gang asked, wanting information. On one hand he didn't care, but on the other hand, one needed to know something like that.

"Damned if I know…..guess he managed to slip off in the confusion, he can move pretty fast for someone that size," the lower ranking gang member chuckled.

The leader of this particular operation looked at them, his eyes locked onto them.

"Well how fucking lucky for Fat Fucking Tony Zucco, now shut the fuck up and get in the car, we've got a lot to do, and not enough fucking time to really get it done."

The men prepared to get their orders of what they were doing , but they figured out that there was some serious shit going on tonight.

After a long ride with them getting into the car, they reached their destination.

"Did he just send us out to the middle of bumfuck nowhere?" one of the gang members asked.

"No, this is a drop point, a good one, now keep your yap shut," the leader of this particular faction said. It was an abandoned parking lot that was a part of a closed grocery store. Things were being sold here despite the place being officially closed but they certainly weren't groceries.

The parking lot was adjacent to a nearby subway. In fact, all you had to do was walk across the street, and you'd be there.

The leader of the pack waited, tapping his fingers on the car, and sure enough there were two more arrivals making their way there. The cars pulled up, casually. It was a good thing that people were distracted in other parts of the city, most importantly the GCPD. Not that it mattered given the influence that Black Mask paid for but there were always a few do-gooder cops that would screw things up.

The two cars pulled up and four men exited from each car. They were dressed like secret service agents, carrying black briefcases that dangled from their hands. The group approached, walking forward.

Anyone who knew the Gotham City criminal underworld, would have recognized these men as working for Rupert Thorne, or at least his associate Carlton Dusquesne.

"So do you got the goods?"

"Depends," the representative from Black Mask's gang said coolly. "Do you have the money?"

"Yes we have the money," the leader of the other faction said.

"Show us the money ,and you'll see the goods."

It was a tense business like atmosphere between both sides but they were professionals. They knew what to do to protect themselves in case of a double cross. The gentlemen on both sides wouldn't dare pull such an act on each other, but it was obvious that none of them were taking any chances on each other.

"Here's the money," one of the men said, opening up the briefcase and sure enough, it checked out as legit.

"Now where's our goods?" one of the men asked, he was getting extremely testy about this fact.

"Relax, relax, we've got yourself, it's in the back of the van," one of Black Mask's goons said, he was calm and extremely chill.

The goons moved their way to the gang and they prepared to receive the drugs that had been promised as per the deal.

The back of the van opened but there were not the drugs that they had been promised. Rather a group of armed men spilled out of the back of the van, their guns aimed on the men as they exited the van.

"We've been double…"

They had no time to finish this sentence because they had been fired on. The goon squad was relentless in their attacks, firing on them.

The street lamps outside went off before this could escalate too far and they were plunged into darkness.

The sounds of fists smacking faces could be heard but nothing could be seen. That was putting everyone around on edge.

"It's the bat….or the ninja….or….argh!"

One of them was dragged off into the darkness, his mouth muffled. It was hard for any of them to see in the darkness. The sounds of gunfire in the distance could be heard, but one couldn't be for sure whether or not it was an enemy or a friend that was hit.

There were a few flashes of red and blue light that was in the distance. They could see something in the shadows, it was most certainly Nightwing.

"I'm out of here," the leader of the pack said, making his way into the getaway vehicle. When one of the bodies hit the ground and convulsed like it got zapped by a tazer, enough was enough.

The car wouldn't start, and he cursed his luck. At that moment, he scrambled to his feet, rushing off into the distance, ignoring the sounds of fighting in the distance.

"Okay, keep it together, keep it together, don't lose your shit, for the love of…..just fucking keep it together," he was telling himself, grumbling and mumbling under his breath.

The briefcase was clutched firmly in his hands and he stood up, to his full height but he saw something in the shadows.

"Show yourself, show yourself, I warn you I'm armed, show yourself, SHOW YOUR FUCKNIG SELF!" he yelled, his voice rising in tone. He hoped to call over someone but then he realized that there was no one there.

There was something that moved in the shadows and he jumped like a cat caught underneath a rocking chair.

"That's can't be happening, get it together, get out of here….."

But something caused his knees to not move right and he was frozen in sight. The person in the shadows became in greater clarity.

The person in the shadows was wearing a high tech black suit with a red insignia shaped like a dragon. Her hair….yes her hair, was tied back in a ponytail. It looked like a skinsuit but it was mostly armored. At least the best that he could tell, the details were hard to make out, he strained himself in the light.

"Stay back, stay back," he said, but he realized that he dropped his gun in his haste to scramble away.

This wasn't happening, his heart hammered to his chest but that was not the only pain that hammered into his chest.

A leaping roundhouse kick caught him in the chest and he was knocked back into the ground. The wind was completely knocked out of him.

He was dazed and confused, and then with a point of an elbow driven down onto the top of his head, he was taken completely out for the count.

The gang violence toned down, at least in this area but all of the members on both sides were tied and secured.

Jaime Lily Potter smiled in triumph, this was a pretty good field test all things considered. The criminal that she just took out was left tied up to a light post, and the briefcases rested at his feet. The GCPD would be there sooner rather than later.

'So how did you think things went?' Harry thought to her. 'And by that I mean, exactly how well did the suit work for you?'

'Well, for an initial field test, I thought that things did nice,' Jaime thought and she could feel really pleased with herself. 'You on mission control and me out on the field…..well that's an interesting change of things, isn't it?"

'Well, it's an interesting experience to look at things from the other end of the fence,' Harry thought.

'So when do you think you'll be back out on the field?' Jaime asked and it was Dinah, who was taking care of another pocket of gang activity elsewhere, who responded.

'When he's cleared to go and not a second before,' Dinah thought to them.

'Well I'm not going to complain about that,' Harry thought to him.

'Yeah, it did take a lot of convincing, but the Grundy incident…..well we don't need to go down with what happened there,' Kara added, keeping the worry out of her tone but anyone who listened closely could hear it.

'Yeah, no kidding,' Harry thought, his bruises had bruises. Things were healing quite nicely all things considered but not enough for him to go back onto the field. 'But back to the suit, you haven't run into any difficulties with it?'

Jaime answered in the negative. 'No I haven't run into any difficulties with it, it's actually running pretty smooth.'

'That's good to know,' Faora chimed in. 'It was a suit that I had been working on in my free time, kind of a prototype. But if it works well for you, it should do well for its purpose. That being said, we can always improve upon perfection.'

'Wouldn't it be….'

'Not now,' Harry warned the person chiming in and she remained silent. 'The good thing is that it's working. The bad thing it's going to be messed up for the time being.'

'Messed up is saying mildly, it's like when the Roman got committed all over again, only it's from Maroni's side, his men, scattered as they are, are like wounded animals,' Dinah explained and Harry jumped in.

'Yes, and all of his men are like a pack of rabid wolves,' Harry added to her. 'It's also a good thing that Dinah came out of this mostly unscathed.'

'What about our associate?'

'Well you know him, he won't stay quiet for long,' Harry thought. 'That being said, Dinah is going to really need all of the help that she can get and then some. This is the calm before the storm, something is going to break before long.'

'And since you're on the injured reserve list, you're pretty much out of things,' Kara thought.

'Yes, I'm out, according to Lara, for some time, and what happened with Harrison, taking the brunt of the backlash of that didn't really help but I'm mending quicker than I thought that I was.'

'But nearly not quick enough for you to be off the injured reserve list,' Faora reminded him and Harry smiled.

'Well my body agrees with you on that one, believe me,' Harry said, barely able to keep the amusement out of his tone. 'I suppose that it will be an educational experience for to me to be on the other side of the monitor, you know the mission control side of it.'

'Well, you made it out better than Harrison did,' Jaime thought.

'Yes, I know, but there's nothing we can do but wait,' Harry thought. His hands were pretty much tied in that situation in any way of the world. No magic could heal him, until all of the excessive was siphoned off and there was no natural healing methods that would work either. 'But regardless, we got to move forward, and here I am in this role, so I better make the most of it.'

'Well knowing you, you'll be the very best at what you are, no matter what role you're in,' Jaime commented with a smile.

'You know me all too well, don't you?' Harry asked her and that was something that went without saying. 'He may not be able to perform magic for a long time, if ever, due to the damage in the nerves in his arms, but that's just a minor issue right now.'

'So is the event still on for tonight?' Jaime asked her.

'Naturally, although I'm driving Amanda up a wall by playing dumb about it,' Harry thought and Jaime laughed.

'Well she's been hinting heavily at it, it's kind of amusing, and half annoying,' Jaime thought, shaking her head.

'More than half,' Kara chimed in, and it was hard to tell whether it was more than half amusing or more than half annoying to be honest. 'Emily wasn't as bad, but she's more subtle than Amanda.'

'And both can be as subtle as a runaway train when they want to be,' Diana thought. 'Then again, I got a lot of room to talk with my sisters.'

'Well yes,' Kara said with a smile.

'Subtle really isn't your middle name, you know,' Karen said with a smile on her face, and there was laughter from the girls who had been allowed into the bond conference call.

'So, this should be an interesting evening coming up, so try and get in as early as you can,' Harry thought to Jaime and there was a gunshot in the distance.

That jolted her and that allowed her to go forward. She gritted her teeth, it was just a mugger, but it could have been worse.

She took care of it and she heard something more serious coming along the way.

'So, remind me again how I got roped into this?' she asked.

'It was because you volunteered of course,' Harry thought and Jaime crossed her arms.

'Bloody brilliant of me,' Jaime said bitingly, but she would be lying if she didn't get some thrill out of this.

Plus Nightwing still needed to be out there. Black Canary did her share but it wasn't enough.

"It's all about technique, and focus," Faora explained to Barbara and Amanda, who she and Dinah were training.

"And getting knocked on your ass and pulling yourself back up," Amanda added and Dinah, who was helping, smiled at her.

"Well, that's pretty much the idea, isn't it?" Dinah asked the Potter twin, with a wry grin on her face. "Assume the position and do anything that you can do to take me down."

Amanda had gotten some training with Harry but it was a lot of training onto how to get your ass kicked.

Lyta and Donna were also here, given that they wanted some one on one time with her sister and their training continued. Plus, Lyta couldn't really stay away for too long, when she learned that her father was injured.

As far as the other girls not in the know knew, she was just the girl's younger sister.

"Lyta, you can do it, just focus," Diana said and Donna smiled.

"Okay, I can do this," she said, taking a long breath, trying to focus herself, and do this. She could do this, really she could do this.

"So, who do you think is going to get knocked around more?" Lois asked, looking at Bette, Emily, and Bunny, as the interaction happened in the background.

"Amanda will get up more times, I think," Emily said. "Then again, Lyta is just as stubborn."

"Yes, I've never seen a girl that stubborn," Lois agreed with a smile on her face.

"Do they have any mirrors in your house?" Bunny asked cheerfully and Lois threw her arms over her chest, curled out her lip and pouted, which caused the other girls to roar with laughter.

"So….did you hear about Nightwing?"

"What about Nightwing?" Emily asked, deciding to indulge herself in Lois's little obsession. She supposed everyone needed a hobby. She watched her sister and Barbara engage in a sparring session out of the corner of her eye.

"Well, I mean he's back in action, although there's a lot of weird rumors about him, but I think that people need to get their eyes checked," Lois said and Bette raised an eyebrow. "I mean, they're talking about how he's a female now…..can you believe that?"

"Get out of here," Emily said, waving her hand, acting as if she was outraged by the rumor.

"I know right."

'I'm sure a lot of people are going to be confused if Harry and I ever start rotating as Nightwing,' Jaime chimed in and there was much laughter throughout the bond link about this news.

'Well, that's kind of amusing, isn't it?' Harry asked, deciding to give his two cents about the entire situation.

'Yeah it kind of is,' Emily agreed, her lips curled into an amused smile.

"Well, that's just what they're saying, I mean, you can't really believe everything you hear," Lois said and she was hitting her stride pretty nicely all things considered.

"No, you can't, you're right," Bette said, just smiling and nodding. The sparring session between Barbara and Amanda was getting interesting but the girls were indulging themselves in their gossip.

Amanda and Barbara finished up their spar after a few moments and they saw Lyta and Donna continuing their spar. Diana turned towards them and nodded.

"Time, and take five," Diana said and she locked eyes with Dinah and Faora.

"Well it looks like things are going to get interesting," Barbara said as she walked over to join the group, with Donna, Lyta, and Amanda joining them.

"Yeah, that should be good," Donna said with a smile. Normally she would put good money down on Diana to really come away with the win. But given that she was going up against Dinah and Faora, things would be a lot more interesting.

"Wow," Bunny said, she wasn't one much for watching a sparring session but her eyes followed the battle. The young female was excited by watching the action that transpired around her.

"So, I think that I should cut my hair," Amanda said, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and Emily turned towards her with a smile.

"It isn't that bad," Emily said her.

"No, it isn't that bad," Amanda greed with her sister. "But it's really getting a bit long, so it's going to need a trim."

"Well, I'm sure that you'd look good with it," Bette said with a smile, looking over Amanda.

"Plus, it'd get in my face when I start playing Football," Amanda said and the girls looked towards her. "You know, the GPA Football tryouts are next week….."

"Weren't the Football tryouts just last week?" Lois asked and Emily made a very distinct, "shut up" motion with her hands but Lois was kind of slow up the uptake.

"No, not that stupid overhyped American version, I mean real Football, what you call soccer."

"Soccer," Lois said rolling her eyes. That was such a lame sport.

"Lois, no," Emily whispered urgently, tugging on the younger brunette's sleeve to prevent what she thought might be an incoming headache.

"Yeah, I mean sure, there's that one game a year, that's a spectacle but is it really important….no, this is real Football, not that game, not American Football, and it doesn't get enough attention at the school."

"Well to be fair, Soccer isn't that big….fine Football isn't that big of a thing here," Bette said, wilting underneath Amanda's gaze.

"You're not going to let this go, are you?"

"Of course not, Donna, of course not," Amanda said, stubbornly pressing on, persistence being a key part of her. One almost had to admire that, if they weren't so frustrated by it "I want to try out, and you know that I'll do well."

"Oh, I'm sure that you will, you're tenacious enough," Donna said.

"Well, that's a good word if there ever was one, tenacious," Emily added and there were a lot of agreements.

At that point, Harry arrived at the gym and all of the girls greeted him with smiles. The emerald eyed wizard walked forward.

"So, Harry, tonight's a special night," Amanda said and Donna shook her head, before whispering to Barbara.

"Subtle, that's her middle name," Donna whispered in sarcasm and Barbara just replied with a grin.

"Hi, Lyta, how are you?" Harry asked and she greeted him with a tight hug. Then she stopped when she remembered the ribs and saw the wince of pain dancing through his eyes.

"Sorry," she told him with a sheepish little smile.

"That's alright," Harry said and he was fully aware that Amanda and Emily were giving him puppy dog eyes. He was willing to milk this just a little bit longer to be honest. "Oh, and by the way, we're going out tonight."

The girls did a dance which was something that was extremely amusing to say the very least. Harry smiled, he wondered what he inspired. His doom sense was going off.

Amanda was dressed in a sleek black dress that showed off all of her curves, while Emily was dressed in a nice white dress that showed off all of her curves. They made their way to the club, both of them smiling, having a good idea where this one was going and they were excited to say the very least.

"Naturally you'd get inside," Amanda said with a smile, standing on either side of Harry.

"Well, being me has its privileges," Harry told both of them and they smiled as they entered the club. He would be lying though if he said that he did this on his own because he had plenty of help.

"SURPRISE!"

The twins smiled, they thought that Harry had almost forgotten. Their sixteenth birthday was tomorrow and…..well it was more of a surprise than it happened today, as opposed to tomorrow. There was quite a collection of familiar faces around the area of the club.

"Go ahead, take some cake," Harry told them with a smile on his face.

"Well, I should hope that we get some cake, it is our birthday," Amanda said haughtily, it was almost like Harry had rented the entire club out for their use.

Which was a good thing for sure; because it was a party and Amanda could hardly keep the huge grin off of her face. It re-defined the term shit eating grin.

"So, we're on for Saturday?" Veronica asked, talking to Kathy Kane in the corner. The woman nodded.

"It's for a good cause, I wouldn't miss it for the world," the dark haired woman commented, shaking her head with a wide grin across her face. "But this is a pretty good cause."

"Well, when I was invited to a party put together by Harry Potter, how could I say no?" Veronica asked and that was a rhetorical question because for something like this, you really couldn't say no.

"You couldn't, you really couldn't," Kathy said and Veronica smiled in response, before saw him.

"Bruce Wayne, where did you disappear off to?"

Bruce dropped by, carrying a present into the party.

"Sorry, Ronnie, I missed our tennis match….."

"Oh, that's water under the bridge right now, besides I think that I traded up, didn't know that Harry was that good, but….." she said with a smile.

"Well, he does have more than a few surprises," Bruce said, and he could see everyone over in the corner, with Harry and the twins smiling, they were amused by something. "I can't stay for long, but I wanted to drop by and wish the twins a happy birthday."

"I remember how wild my sixteen birthday party was," Veronica said wistfully, going down a trip down memory lane. "I'm just glad Daddy managed to get them to drop the charges."

There was a brief moment of conversation between Harry and Bruce, along with the twins.

"Well, I think we did a good job in helping Harry make sure things were set up nicely," Kathy said, she saw Kate who had joined the party. Bette had arrived with that group of girls, she spent a lot of time hanging around the group of girls at the penthouse. "And speaking of the man himself…"

"Harry!" Veronica said, smiling as she greeted him quite cheerfully. "Are you surprised that Bruce actually stopped by?"

"Well he's a man of his word, even though he couldn't say that long," Harry said and Veronica pursed her lips with a slight "hmmm. Other than that, she said nothing. " "His plane being delayed when it was, that was a freak accident."

"But you did say it worked out for the better," Kathy reminded Veronica as she folded her hands in her lap and decided to concede that fact.

"Yeah, it worked out pretty well, great in fact, we should do that more often," Veronica said with a smile. "Of course it doesn't have to be playing tennis….it can be anything."

"Well thank you for helping me get everything set up."

"Well Kathy here did most of the work," Veronica said, trying to modestly deflect all of the praise over towards Kathy.

"Don't try….you know I've never known you to be all that modest, you did a fair amount of the leg work," Kathy said, waving off the praise but she did look fairly pleased with herself.

"How about I thank you both, and call it a day?" Harry asked and both females smiled at this thought.

"Fair enough," Kathy agreed with a grin on her face.

"So, you wanted to talk to me about something important, didn't you?"

"Yeah, yeah we did," Veronica agreed, but it was Kathy who jumped in.

"Well the Gotham City Country Club would like someone like you around and let's face it, you're one of the elite," Kathy said to him with a smile. She got lost in his eyes rather momentarily but shook her head, returning back to some sense of decorum.

"It's a shame, and a crime that you're not a part of it," Veronica said. "I'm willing to sponsor you and I'm sure that Kathy will be willing to back me up, not that you need the clout to get in but still….."

"Believe me, it's an honor that the two of you are willing to go to bat with me," Harry said.

"Well given your age, it's quite an honor and that might stir a few people up, but they're just going to have to deal with it," Kathy said, eagerness dancing from her eyes.

"But, no need to thank us, in fact you can take me out on a date, and we'll be even," Veronica said and Kathy could not help but keep the grin off of her face.

'Well that was the most direct coaxing a date of someone that I've ever seen in my life,' Kathy thought to herself in amusement, barely keeping her laughter at bay.

"I'll take you up on that offer, don't worry, Veronica," Harry told her with a smile.

"Good, I was hoping that you were."

Harry continued to smile and he shifted his gaze, seeing Hippolyta standing there in the distance. She wore an extravagant purple dress, looking like the queen that she was. Given that she stood out in a room full of beautiful women, that really just showed how great that she looked.

"It's a culture that never should be forgotten or overlooked," Helena said to Hippolyta and the woman smiled.

"Well, you're work on it should be appreciated, Doctor Sandsmark and you're on your way to another trip, my daughter informs me…"

"Diana is right, and I can see where your daughter gets her beauty and her intelligence," Helena said with a smile. "But I'm looking forward to seeing what further treasures that I can uncover."

"I'm certain that you'll find something that is more than worth your time," Hippolyta agreed. She was interested, because there was a chance that Doctor Sandsmark could run into evidence of other Amazon establishments. It was rumored where they went but she didn't know if they further splintered.

Cassie Sandmark was sitting in the corner, although talking to Lois, and much to Harry's surprise, General Sam Lane arrived at the party as well. He stuck out like a really mangled sore thumb. The again, he didn't seem to be the kind that would stick around for cake and party games and dancing.

The image amused Harry for a brief second, as well as Kara who only responded to it by having to dodge into a corner and start giggling madly.

"Potter, a word with you," Lane said and Harry nodded.

"Of course, General," Harry said, seeing the man's daughter and Doctor Sandsmark's daughter in conversation.

He could hear snatches of it, but it was the talk that two girls around that age group might get into. Although less about shoes and more about their mutual hatred for their lessons and how boring school could get at times, but that was really beside the point.

"So, my daughter, she can be a handful at times, and things haven't been easy since my wife died," Sam said somberly to Harry and he nodded.

"Well, Lois can be spirited, but I'm sure that she's just coping with things in her own way."

"Never thought that I would have two daughters," Sam replied bluntly. "At least she's not as bad as her cousin, she's into conspiracy theories about all of the meteor mutants that are roaming around in Metropolis."

"Well, that's young girls for you, I'm sure it's just a phase," Harry said with a smile.

"It's not often that I do this, but I want to thank you for making sure she's okay, relocating to Gotham City at this time…..well all you need to know is to turn on the news," Lane said. He's seen wars and there were days where Gotham City really put a lot of those battles to shame.

"Well, you're welcome and if Lois needs a place to stay, there is plenty of room."

"I may take you up on that offer," Sam said gruffly, shaking Harry's hand firmly.

He could hear the laughing and gossip of teenage girls, which included Kara, who had the mentality of one sometimes, despite being much beyond that point.

"So, are you staying for long?"

"Just wanted to meet you, if it's not too much to ask, I'd have you make sure Lois gets home fine," Sam said to him.

"I always do."

The two men parted ways. Harry could see Kate and Diana talking in the corner, but Kate's gaze was on Faora.

"She's kind of repressed," Bette whispered to Harry, turning up at his elbow.

"Is she…"

"Mostly females, but I'm sure that she'll take a male if the right offer comes along," Bette informed him.

'Yeah, for what it's worth, she seems very interested,' Diana commented.

'Not so subtle, but she's trying to be, bless the poor girl's heart,' Faora thought with a smile.

Harry made his way around the club, it was a party after all. But eventually he knew that he would run into the ladies of the hour.

"Sixteen years old, it's not every day someone hits that mark," Amanda commented with a grin of her face.

"Are you celebrating that you survived that long?" Rose asked, making her way over from the corner.

"Aunt Rose," Amanda said in a mock reprimanding tone as she shook her head. "But seriously, a good haul this year."

"It's the thought that counts, and people actually listened to my advice, and didn't get you any more shoes," Emily said and Amanda shrugged her shoulders, her lips pursed in a very pouty expression. "Which is a good thing as we didn't need to get attacked by shoe mountain."

'Yeah, don't go in her closet without protective gear,' Kara thought, she made the mistake one time to doing that, and she could see shoes as far as the eye could see. One could argue that it would be the Shoe-Pocalypse or something along those lines.

"But, I think that the best present that we have to unwrap is to come," Amanda said, with a slight smile, which she diverted towards Harry.

Harry smiled and allowed his sisters to lead the way. He knew that the party would end with a bang, and they would not settle for anything else.

There was a private room that they could use for certain nefarious purposes.

"Don't worry, Harry, we'll take good care of you," Emily said with a smile and she looked at Amanda. "Won't we, Amanda?"

Amanda got one of those looks that told her that if she was anything but gentle towards her brother, she would find herself tied up.

"Don't worry, I'm sure she has the message," Harry said, wrapping his arms around Amanda and giving her a strong and powerful kiss.

The redhead melted into her brother's arms, with Harry running his hands all over her body.

She felt the rush of power go over her body, with him running his hands all over her breasts, down her stomach, and slowly the dress was removed.

Emily got more of the time, and both of the redhead twins stood there completely naked, in all of their glory.

Amanda felt Harry's tongue go down her pussy suddenly, licking her out. She felt that familiar tongue do its magic around her, oh god, that felt so good. She thought that she was going to explode from the pleasure that she felt coursing between her thighs.

Not to be outdone, Emily could feel Harry's hands roam over her smoldering hot thighs, and his fingers dipped down between her.

Harry didn't split in half, he really wanted to make both of them feel good. He alternated between licking Amanda out and fingering Emily, then he switched things off a little bit to keep both girls guessing.

Both of the girls felt weak with their desire and lust but things were only just beginning to kick up a little bit.

Amanda was now on her hands and knees, eagerly waiting for the pleasure Harry was about to give her.

"Please."

"I think it's time for your birthday spanking," Harry said, watching his sister's tight ass, primed and ready.

Emily watched with glee and Harry locked eyes with her. "Don't worry, you'll be getting your turn soon enough."

"But age before beauty," Emily said, Amanda was older by a little bit. By like a minute but still she was older by a little bit.

Amanda could feel her brother's strong hands run down her buttock, teasing her.

SPANK!

The first loud spank of the evening caused fluids to pool from her pussy, sticking to the bed. Harry raised his hand once again and smacked her hard on the rear one more time.

"OOOH," Amanda begged, feeling his strong hand drill the top of her rear, over and over again spanking her.

She was so wet, and Emily ran her fingers down her.

"Tastes good, sis," Emily said, sucking her fingers dry and she nearly got hotter and hornier while eating her sister.

"Your turn."

Emily could feel a tingling through her loins as Harry prepped her for a spanking. Her pussy leaked its fluids, and she was about ready to be drilled by his strong hand.

He spanked Emily and now it was Amanda's turn to watch but she wasn't just watching for long, as Harry fingered her with his free hands.

She could feel his fingers manipulating her core, but she wanted his cock inside her. It took every bit of her self-control not to jump him, knowing that if she did, she wouldn't be getting anything tonight.

Good things came to good girls who waited, as Harry made his way over her. She watched his large cock hover over her. There was still some bruising on his body but Amanda was distracted by her own lust.

Plus not everything was out of commission, with Harry sliding between Amanda's thighs.

"Now time for your real birthday present," Harry said, nibbling on his sister's neck, with her sister diddling herself on the edge of the bed. "Do you think that you can sustain sixteen orgasms to go with your sixteen spankings?"

"If anyone is capable of it, you are," Amanda whispered, feeling Harry's large cock enter her. "Does anything before your cock is in me count?"

"No, only after," Harry confirmed and she could feel him clench him. "Easy, easy."

"Sorry," Amanda whimpered, she could get out of control when she had been bombarded with such pleasure.

Emily waited patiently, perhaps a little bit impatiently, for her turn. She ran her finger across her clit. She closed her eyes, her nipples got stiff and hard. Her breathing continued to heighten.

She got even hornier with Amanda's very vocal orgasm and then seconds later, Harry was inside her.

He grabbed her hips and Emily lifted herself off of the bed, to allow him better access to her pussy. Her center lubricated his tool as he pushed deeply into her. The redhead tightened around him, and her fingers dug into the back of his neck.

"Please, more," Emily whimpered, her walls clenching, his cock buried into her pussy. Her hips continued to push up towards him and she felt him rammed hard into her.

Amanda's turn was next, after Emily came down to her peak and the green eyed wizard hovered over her, slipping his throbbing hard cock between her thighs.

"A good look for you," Harry whispered, pushing into Amanda as she was down on her hands and knees, her breasts pressed against the bed. Harry explored her body and she moaned, as his hands combed over her body.

"Yes, oh yes, oh fuck," Amanda whimpered, the pleasure exploding through her body.

Another orgasm, he switched off. He seemed to be drawing out their pleasure the more. He worked at a pace that was good for him.

Both of the twins were driven absolutely wild by Harry's actions and neither seemed to want to give up any group.

"More, please," Amanda whimpered, her pussy completely soaked and Harry slid back into her.

She nearly felt fireworks in her eyes, but she managed to hold on. Their loins clashed together, with Harry holding onto his sister's hips. She pushed herself up towards him, feeling his member into her.

Had she reached the double digits? Honestly, Amanda lost count and quite frankly she didn't care. She was leaking so much but she was hanging in there. She didn't want to go before her sister did.

That was the competitive spirit that both of them felt. Her hips pushed up towards his large cock, pushing her dripping core up towards his probing tool.

"YES!" she moaned out loud, with Harry ramming his tool into her pussy. Her center hugged him as he worked himself into her, going deep into her.

He was pretty much balls deep into her.

Emily now felt him inside her, he was switching back and forth.

Harry smiled, he was feeling much better than he was, plus the adrenaline was really pumping from him. He could see his sisters covered in sweat, and their bodies completely sticky. Harry smiled, the grin over his face getting more prominent.

"I wonder who will get the reward."

"Oh, Harry, please, I'll be so happy," Amanda panted, and she squealed with Harry feasting on her breasts.

She was now flipped back over and Harry had Emily flipped over next to. Her entered her from behind and lifted up his fingers, palming Amanda's pussy, along with nailing Emily.

The more even tempered Potter female moaned, and there was a burst of hormones that flowed through the air.

Then he switched, hammering away at Amanda, his balls slapped against her thighs, and he pushed himself deeper into her into her. The redhead vixen could feel him bury deeper into her. His thrusts worked in between her hot thighs and he continued to pour himself into her.

"Fuck," Amanda panted, her mouth covered in a tiny bit of drool and Harry kept working her over.

Eventually something was about to give and all three saw stars.

Harry ensured that both girls got an equal load, with what was stored up in him. This was the final push that he needed to put them into a state of blissful catatonic joy.

"Happy birthday."

The girls would have to agree, it was a very happy one.