Chapter Sixty-Three: The More Things Change Part Two.

Chapter Sixty-Three: The More Things Change Part Two. 

Salvatore "Sal" Maroni looked like the cat that had eaten the canary, for he was finally on his way out of Solitary Confinement. For his good behavior, the mob boss found himself perched in better accommodations. He sat in an extremely comfortable looking chair and wearing a very decent looking suit.

He wanted to know what was going down on the outside, because he had been hearing some rather absurd rumors. Some of them were almost absurd enough to be true, so he needed to hear them from the horse's mouth. And who better to fill him in was Luigi "Big Lou" Maroni and Tony Zucco. They were here to fill him in on what was going on.

"So, what's the story?" Salvatore asked both of them without preamable.

"We're regaining territory after the set back we had," Zucco said, trying to deflect the criticism off of him.

"Things are looking better," Big Lou said, looking at his son who nodded in a respectful manner. "We've got better equipment, and we've recovered nicely from the blunder that was made a couple of months ago."

"That's nice, but did we gain any territory?" Salvatore asked once again, crossing his arms together.

"We haven't been able to increase our territory," Big Lou said once again in a gruff voice. "But the good news is that none of our main competitors did so either."

"Well that's just as well," Salvatore said but then he paused. "Wait a minute…"

"GothCorp was the one that did, in a partnership with RAO," Zucco said, waiting anxiously for his boss's response to these words. He looked oddly chilled by the entire situation.

"Yeah, yeah, I hear ya, but that will lead to a lot better opportunities for us in the future," Salvatore said.

He knew that there were some screwiness going in with GothCorp. Then again, last he heard, Daggett got drummed out in pretty disgraceful fashion and now he got new management.

"Yeah, for the future," Big Lou said, pleasing to see that his son didn't have his head rammed completely up his ass. "And there's the alliance we have with Sionis….he's doing a good job in putting a lot of pressure on the Bird and Thorne."

Salvatore nodded, brushing his fingers through his hair once again and he was calm.

"You didn't mention about the Falcones though," Salvatore said and he could see his father's eye twitch, he knew the old man had a hair up his ass about Carmine Falcone.

Big Lou and the Roman went way back. Thanks to the Roman, Big Lou was banished from the country in the first place.

"We're pushing hard against them," Big Lou whispered rather harshly once again. "And we're taking new ground."

Salvatore smiled, he found himself in a fairly unique position. He's in the center of things, and there was a need for favors, so he could gain a lot of information that might not be easily available. There were people in Blackgate who heard things and he was able to coax the details out of them with a promise of a favor here and there.

"So, you're looking to take down the Falcones, I wouldn't worry about that, they're yesterday's news," Salvatore said and Zucco winced a little bit at that statement.

He had said about the same thing. It didn't go over

"Until the Roman is in the ground, burning to death, he's a pain in the ass, even if his brats aren't much of anything," Big Lou said to him and Sal smiled at him.

"Yeah, Mario's holding things together by the skin of his nuts, Alberto is useless, and Sofia is stuck in Italy," Salvatore commented briskly.

"But he'll be back, you know he'll be back, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but you know that you know that he'll be back," Lou said, his patience flaring up.

Zucco looked nervous, things could get a little hot here between father and son. Both had notorious tempers.

"I wouldn't rock the boat too much….."

"That's why you're in here where you are and I have to be out there to clean up the mess," Big Lou said with anger dancing through his eyes. "You know it was the Falcones that ran me out of the country in the first place and if it's the last thing that I do, I'll run them into the ground."

Salvatore didn't say anything. He valued his health above all else, so he wasn't about to say anything, even though he could see the fury burning through his father's eyes.

"I've got a score to settle, and you better fucking believe that I'm about to settle it," Big Lou said, the old man's temper getting even more fiery. "The rest of the Falcones need to be taken out….."

"Yeah, well, your issue is with the fucking Roman, and the fucking Roman….well guess what, he's a vegetable," Salvatore said, rising to his feet and getting his father's face. This action caused Zucco's comfort levels to spike down. "So you need to cool it off, before we screw it up. If we make this wrong move, someone else will swipe the territory that we worked so hard to gang and work so hard."

"Fine, but you're making a mistake if you think that the Roman should be counted out, even if he's a vegetable," Big Lou said and he could see Zucco get between them. He turned his attention to Zucco with a snarling sneer. "Sit the fuck down."

Zucco sat down like an obedient dog.

"Vitti's going to get her guys in from Chicago soon enough, and if Gazzo hadn't been preoccupied with Ugly all of this time, he would have sent some guys here," Salvatore said in a fury. "If Sofia ever gets back from Italy…the game is changing once again."

"We should make them a non-entity, before they…"

"Too many like the Bird are there, and he would chomp at the bit to jump in and take what we've worked so hard for," Salvatore said once again and he could see Zucco get up to his feet. "Get it through your thick head, the Falcones aren't going to do anything right now, they're just spinning their wheels. Thorne and the Penguin are far bigger concerns out there, but if we get in a piss fight with the Falcones, things will get worse. It will leave the door open for some shit to go down and you don't want that."

"Fine, see where you're coming from, but I really don't like it," Big Lou said looking at his son but there was a knock at the door that caused them all to become steady and still.

Zucco breathed a sigh of relief at this intrusion. That was way too fucking close.

"Visiting hours are over, Mr. Maroni," the man on the other end of the door said and Salvatore sat up suddenly, with a jovial tone, like he hadn't been pissed off seconds ago.

"Franklin, I told you to call me Sal!"

Harry made his way to the elevator, followed by a troupe of girls as usual. Veronica was in there first, along with Bette and Bunny. They were making their way up to the Penthouse apartment that Veronica shared with Bunny.

Bunny turned to her sister, with a smile on her face. "So, when are we going to move in with Harry?"

Veronica looked at her sister, with a bit of a smirk on her face and a sharp response to match. "Who says you're invited, you little brat?"

This caused her to break off in a huffy manner, crossing her arms together once again and she inclined her head in absolute frustration, shaking her head.

'You know, I'm beginning to think that she spends too much time with Amanda,' Harry asked and Donna chimed in.

'You're just beginning to think that?' Donna asked, resisting the urge to facepalm.

'Should have really been obvious from the beginning,' Kara said, folding her arms together with a smile and Bette broke into a fit of giggles.

There was something else that was obvious from the situation, and that both her and Bunny likely snuck a glass of wine or two at dinner. Maybe more given the looks of the two of them because they looked pretty snockered.

That being said, the words that Bunny told her, Veronica placed her hand onto the palm of her chin and tilted her head back with a sigh suddenly. She turned towards Harry, considering the idea.

Harry responded with a careful shrug once again. "You know, you can move in tomorrow if you want to."

"Tomorrow, really?" Veronica asked and she waved her hand, ignoring the look of amusement on the face of her sister, along with Bette, who was about ready to break out in another amazing little giggle fit. She shook her head. "Um, yeah, thanks for the offer, maybe in a couple of months, but I'm not quite ready to live in a soronity house this soon."

Harry grinned but he wasn't denying it. The Penthouse really did have that vibe, especially given that half of the people in question had to come to school.

"So, how do you think dinner went?" Bette asked out of the blue, just as the elevator reached the top floor.

Harry thought about the dinner in question and offered his honest assessment of the situation. "I was offered to go golfing with them, so I think that it went pretty well."

'Yeah, I didn't really see a potential assassination attempt in there, so I think that you're okay,' Amanda said and there was a reprimand coming her way, she was pretty sure.

"Well….I was really surprised that Sam Lane was there…"

"You shouldn't really be, Lane was my father's commanding officer," Veronica said once again and she really had a far off look in her face when she said this. "They knew each other for a long time….."

She paused once again and she knew that when she started, she couldn't really keep this from getting out of the bag.

"His wife was close friends with our mother," Veronica said, giving a look of significance to Bunny, who perked up in interesting. "They died around the same time, and well Sam changed after it."

"He was different after his wife died then," Harry said and Veronica responded with a swift nod in confirmation.

"He went from a family man to a workaholic yes," Veronica agreed and Harry looked thoughtful, turning to Bunny.

"So you knew Lois right before you attended GPA, then?" Harry asked her and Bunny shrugged her shoulders.

"Maybe, I met her, but I don't really remember if it I did," Bunny said, racking her brain. She thought that she would remember someone like Lois Lane for sure. Then again she was really young when she did it.

"They were both very young when it happened, in fact Lucy had just been born at the time," Veronica said and Harry nodded with a smile.

"Okay, fair enough," Harry said when they arrived at the door.

"So, you're not staying the night, are you?" Bunny asked, nearly tipping over and having to use Bette as support, which to the chagrin of the blonde in question. Veronica gave her a cross look at her rather forward question. The younger Vreeland sister placed her hands on her hips. "Oh come on, you're not going to get mad at me for asking the same thing that you were thinking about asking yourself.

"So, what are you….."

"Unfortunately no, I really have to run," Harry said with regret and Veronica sighed once again, but Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into an extremely searing kiss.

The redhead returned the favor, kissing him deeply, rubbing up against him a little bit. The nice tight dress hugged her curves in an enticing manner.

She slid away from him and swayed her hips, trying to entice him to change his mind. That earned her a slap on the ass in response.

Bunny nudged Bette and both of the girls giggled. Seeing Harry's look, Bunny muttered something and then threw her arms around him, before pressing her lips to his and kissing him fiercely and hungrily, her tongue buried into his mouth.

She pulled herself back once again, with a triumphant grin on her face. Bette looked at her with a cross look on her face.

Bette, not to be outdone, decided to steal a swift kiss of her own, making sure to allow it to linger. Bunny prodded her into it but she didn't need too much prodding when it was all said and done.

The two of them ran off to Bunny's room, giggling, and Harry hung his head, shaking his head with a smile on his face.

"You know, they're most certainly spending too much time with Amanda," Harry said with a long sigh and the Potter female in question crossed her arms.

'You say that, like it's a bad thing,' Amanda thought, biting down on her lip with a rather prominent pout.

'We say it like it's a bad thing, because it really is a bad thing,' Emily thought, which earned her a rather cross look from her sister. She smiled and blew her a kiss in response.

Harry wasn't lying though, that he had business to attend to once again.

Harry made his way to the Cat's Cradle Club; it was late in the evening, either past closing time or around that way. That being said, after recent events, he was curious about a few things and maybe just maybe he could get a better perspective as Harry Potter than he did as Nightwing. Because after what happened, Harry wasn't sure.

'For the record, you're just confirming to me what I already have figured out,' Harry told Faora and the dark haired female opened her mouth and closed it in a sudden surprise.

'Dare I ask how you know, or are you going to leave me guessing?' Faora asked and Diana decided to give her two cents.

'He's Harry, he has his ways,' Diana thought and really that told them pretty much all that needed to know.

'She has been acting a bit strange, even when we're alone,' Faora thought, trying to regain her steam. 'Something has happened to her, I'm not sure what…..I might be able to figure that out if she's a part of the bond, but otherwise, I'm just guessing.'

'We don't know what happened to her, and you can't get her to open up,' Harry said, fishing for confirmation.

'No, and it's weird, and she's seemed a lot more sensual and playful lately and…..well….' Faora thought as she fished through her mind for the best way to describe this. 'I guess one could describe her as positively catlike to be honest. We know a lot more than we did the other night but you know, still kind of curious….'

'You mean about how that she'd react to me after it all,' Harry thought and Faora nodded.

'Exactly,' she responded in a delicate voice. 'There was an attraction there but she always held back around you.'

Harry made his way through the club; it still hadn't closed up just yet. He was intrigued and his footsteps quickened, with the music going on with a steady beat.

Harry could see the door of the office and he was caught off guard with an extremely alluring sight. He was greeted being Selina leaning forward over the desk, shaking her ass back and forth, seemingly in time with the music that was playing over the speaker systems. She was looking over the pictures of various girls who applied recently.

Moving a bit closer into the office, Harry noticed Holly sitting on the desk, and she noticed him once again. "Harry!"

She positively beamed at the sight of him and then faster than a blink of an eye, Holly grabbed Harry and pulled him into the office by the hand.

"So, how are you doing?" she asked him and Harry looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"You know, I should be asking you the same question, but you look to be on the mend nicely," Harry said and Holly nodded in eagerness. "So what happened?"

"Well…..someone was trying to start some shit, and I wasn't really going for it," Holly said rather bluntly. It was a bare outline of what happened without saying what happened. "So…..they decided that they didn't like what they heard and tried to send a message."

"And that message left you in the hospital….."

"Only for a couple of days," Holly said with a shrug. "I think that if anything else, it was a wakeup call that I can't be so secure around here…..but hey it's Gotham City, so I should have known that all ready."

"Well even the best of us forget," Harry said, obviously referring to his "Motorcycle accident" a few months back. He wished he was in a motorcycle accident after what happened to him.

"Right, did you ever get the douchebag that side swiped you?" Holly asked and Harry leaned towards her.

"Looks like he might have been an out of towner, and he got away with it," Harry informed her and Holly snapped her fingers.

"That sucks then, but…"

"Do they have any leads on who attacked you?" Harry asked, he had actually been digging around on the side, with a little help from Oracle.

What really triggered his interest was the type of people that she had been targeting.

Yes, Catwoman, the name the press had dubbed her, well it was accurate, if not really original. Then again, he could see Selina the type of person just going for it.

"No, not really," Holly evasively, a bit nervous at this line of questioning.

Selina, who had been watching this interplay with slight interest, cleared her throat and the young girl spun around, nearly tripping over her feet.

"Shouldn't you be watching the floor right about now?" Selina asked her and Holly, with a slight eep, moved her way off, to do just that, but not before giving Harry a slight kiss on the cheek.

They waited until she was gone before Selina commented in amusement.

"She normally has the tough girl thing going on you know, but I guess she drops that when you're around," Selina said in amusement and she turned towards Harry, parking herself on the desk. The skirt that she wore showed off her beautiful legs. "So, what exactly are you doing here?"

She got up to her feet and stepped forwards Harry once again and looked at him, green eyes meeting green eyes, even if they were different shades, unique to themselves.

"I was in the neighborhood, so I thought that I'd stop by," Harry told her and Selina looked at him, biting down on her lip.

"Hmmm," Selina said but she stepped closer towards him, closing the distance between the two of them and in an intimate way as well.

She pressed herself against him and Harry reached around her back, ensnaring his arm onto her back. She responded with a seductive smile, her eyes looking at him with burning lust. She reached her hand and seductively ran her finger nail down his cheek and kept moving her way down there, until she stopped at his abdomen.

"It's good to see you regardless," Selina said, with a grin of mischief popping over her face and she trailed her tongue down around the edge of her lips, causing them to be moistened.

Harry could not help but grin at that statement. "It's good to see you as well."

"Hmmm, thought it might be," Selina said, making sure to drape her legs over his thighs when he was backed off onto her desk. She started to kiss him heatedly.

The kiss continued, with Harry's hands roaming over Selina's body, but she returned the favor, feeling up his body and grinding up against him once more.

Things were about ready to kick into high gear between the two of them, with Harry placing his hand on her thigh as she bit his lip.

Selina wasn't one to hold back when she wanted something. She shoved Harry back against the chair once again and straddled him, kissing him completely madly. Her tongue worked its way into his mouth once again and she grinded on top of him, trying to tease him.

"Oh, I think that it needs some air, let me see if I can help it out a little bit," Selina said and she ripped his pants off. She paused, and smiled. "Send me the bill."

Selina pulled his underwear off, nearly tearing through it with her fingers and she caught a sight of his throbbing manhood up clothes.

"Just sit back honey, and I'll make sure that you get everything that you deserve," Selina said before she brought her mouth around his tool, slurping him once again.

"Oh god," Harry grunted, her hot mouth bobbing up and down onto his tool.

It was almost unbearable to say the very least, but he managed to stave off any orgasm that he might have once again.

Her fingernails dug right into her hips when she speared her mouth down onto him. His manhood sank into the back of her throat, his balls hitting her chin when she deep throated him. The dark haired vixen was determined to coax his cum out of him.

Harry grunted once again, her nose brushing up against him when she took him deep into her throat once again and slurped on him, her saliva bathing his manhood when she brought him completely down her throat once again.

Selina waited for her prize to come. She wasn't disappointed when it did. His cum fired down her throat with a rocketed fury once again.

"Delicious," she said, some of it got on her hand and she put it up to her face, slowly and sensually licking it up like a cat.

Selina decided to unzip her skirt once again, making sure Harry's eyes were on her completely. She smiled, sitting on the desk and showing her flexibility for him once again, bending completely backward, and pulling her shirt off. She wasn't wearing anything underneath it and her tantalizing breasts bounced off, with dark nipples that begged for attention.

The dark haired vixen ran her finger down her dripping slit and then slowly rubbed her juices all over her body.

That was the invitation that Harry needed once again, his cock was completely at full mast.

"You like being a tease, don't you?" Harry asked and Selina smiled.

"Yes, I like being a tease, now fuck me, fuck me like a whore, that's it," Selina moaned as she forced herself down onto him.

His hard cock slid in perfectly between her legs once again and the dark haired vixen could feel his manhood spike into her.

It was long and thick and she wrapped her legs around him. Her hips pushed up and she grinded against him, matching his movements once again.

Her legs slunk around his waist, locking him into place once again. Selina ran her fingers down his back, scratching him just a little bit more.

Harry captured her nipple into her mouth, biting down on it.

"Yes, treat them rough, molest my fucking tits, they're yours to play with, do whatever you fucking want with them!" Selina screamed at the top of her lungs.

"I'm going to punish you, and you're going to deserve it for being a naughty girl," Harry said, allowing her to stretch back a little bit and she pulled out of him.

She got down on her hands and knees, prepping herself for him.

"Mmm, I think you should punish me and punish me hard," Selina whispered, her dark hair framing her face in an extremely seductive manner and she peered over her shoulder at him. "Fucking punish me, like the bitch that I am, nail me in the ass."

"In due time," Harry whispered, groping her breasts and he slid into her from behind, slamming into her over the desk.

She closed her eyes once again, with his fingers running all over her back and her spine once again. She shivered when he rammed into her hard, stretching her out.

Selina could not believe it but she kept up with him. Most women could have been reduced to jelly at this point.

"Most would be begging for me to slow down, you know that don't you?" Harry asked and Selina nodded, biting down on her lip, to the point where she tasted her own blood.

"I'm not most women, HARDER!" Selina screamed loudly and Harry pounded her pussy rather nicely, it gripped him tightly like a vice grip.

"Oh you're really not most women, are you, I know that you're not, I know that, god you're so tight."

Selina could feel his hands on the back of her neck once again and she had another shuddering orgasm. The woman clenched him in response, tugging on his manhood.

She released Harry, allowing him to slide out, and then she pounced him once again, causing the rollers on the chair to send it careening back into the wall.

Selina impaled herself once again on Harry's cock, testing the structural integrity of the office chair.

He took her breasts in his hand and squeezed them together, which caused her to come hard, when he started to play with her nipples. Her heated pleasure got even more heated when she brought herself down onto his tool and continued to ride him, bouncing higher, up and down, to the point where she was nearly screaming out in pleasure.

"Yeah, that's good…..oh that's so fucking good, harder Harry, really, harder, oh harder, oh fuck," Selina panted, grinding herself down onto him hard. Her tightness closed around him when she started to bounce once again.

She dug her nails into the back of Harry's shoulder.

"God damn it, don't you ever cum," Selina said, working herself onto his throbbing tool.

"When you earn it," Harry whispered, nipping her ear, running his hands all over her seat covered body. She wasn't slowing down, she rode him faster yet. Hell he wasn't even sure that if the chair busted underneath them, she would slow down, that was just the type of vixen that she was to keep going on.

"Guess I'm going to have to step up my game, then," Selina whispered once again and she continued to deeply kiss him, nearly tipping the chair back.

Her bouncing caused the chair to tip back and then to rest on the wheels once again, and suddenly, they rolled back onto the desk.

The chair tipped over, but Harry managed to steady himself, and pull himself onto the desk, all while not breaking his stride.

Selina blinked in shock and she nodded, the smile spreading across her face. "Well, we're a man of many talents, aren't we?"

Harry didn't say anything, other than groping her breasts. In response she clenched him with her thighs, bringing herself all the way off of his thighs, and then she rocked her full body weight down onto him.

Harry groaned when he was attached to this nice velvet vice that was rubbing his manhood and the lustful purr that filled her body was obvious. He reached around to grope her ass.

"I think we'll go there pretty soon, in fact, let me switch sides," Selina said once again and she turned around towards him. "I never done this before…but you know a lot of the men that I've ran with, I would never turn my back on them.

"Don't worry, just relax, I'll take care of you," Harry whispered, grabbing Selina firmly around the waist and her ass slid over his crotch.

Selina could feel a moment of pain but no pain, no gain. She was sitting, using his cock as a seat, facing the wall, her legs completely stretched out and she grinded onto him.

"Let's see if we can fit all of that in there," she said and she screamed in pleasure once again, with his hands reaching up to cup her breasts as she rode his cock nice and hard once again.

Selina could feel him drill into her and her fingers brushed against her pussy once again, she panted in pleasure.

"Deeper, harder, faster, oh yes, yes," Selina moaned and grinded onto his tool, pushing it deep into her tight anus even harder with each pleasurable strokes.

She never wanted this hard ass fucking to end. The way his throbbing manhood worked her ass over caused her spine to tingle with pleasure. His hands placed on her sweaty back when he nailed her increased her pleasure.

Harry's fingers found their way to her pussy, and he rubbed her once again, causing Selina to buck up and down onto him, using her ass to massage him.

He groaned. "You're as hot as a furnace."

"Thanks, but I think that I'm even hotter," she said, his fingers lifting up. She took them into her mouth once again, pushing her lover's fingers deep into her mouth. She slowly sucked on her digits, practically purring when she tasted her own cum on it.

Her cum tasted so fucking good she could barely stand it.

What a ride, what a fucking ride, she couldn't even begin to say how good this felt, and she could feel him building up once again.

She was torn between feeling his cum in her ass or her pussy.

Selina turned herself around once again, spreading her legs far and ride and she impaled herself down on him once again.

"Getting really close," Harry whispered, running his hands all over her breasts.

She turned and gave him a sultry grin in response. Harry's throbbing tool slammed into her ass.

"Oh believe me, I know how close you're getting, and I want to drive you over the edge, cum in me, cum for your little slut," Selina panted.

They switched positions seconds later. Selina was on top, trapping his cock in between her smoldering thighs. She rammed him deep between her legs and she rode his cock like it could cure cancer.

Something had to give sooner rather than later and Selina was going to allow him to inject his gift into her.

An explosion of cum rocketed into her body and she shuddered all over, when it impacted into her.

Harry painted her walls wet and Selina rode him even harder as he shot his spunk all into her.

He grew hard again once into her, and she smiled.

"Ready for more?" she asked in a sultry voice and Harry smiled at her.

"If you're up for it….."

"I am, but less talking, more fucking," Selina whispered when she scratched his neck.

The two of them continued their round of sweaty and sexy love making.

Ted Grant made his way home with his arms stiffly held by him. It was an extremely late night at the Gym and he was just closing up. He lived far away from the Gym where it was a nice walk. It was still within reasonable walking distance though.

"It's going to be one of those nights," Grant grumbled and he looked up, seeing the rain really come down hard, and a storm was brewing. It was the famous Gotham City weather, some nasty storms once again.

In the distance, Grant saw the water crashing off of the shore and watched intently, when it violently hit it in spurts. The man took another step forward and inclined his head, pretty much grumbling and shaking his head.

"I should have gotten a cab," he whispered to himself but it was too late to worry about that right now. Rather he kept walking forward, despite it being the type of night that you wanted to be indoors, snug in on a comfortable couch, in front of a roaring fire.

But he didn't become as tough as nails by worrying about a little bit of rain.

Grant stopped once again and he had the strangest thought that someone was following him and they didn't have the best intentions in mind. Hunching down, acting like he was trying to protect himself from the rain, Grant used the second to call Dinah, using the redial function on his phone.

He had no time for chatter, he slipped the phone into his jacket, and replaced it with a pair of good old fashioned knuckle dusters. The brass knuckles slipped onto his hand.

It was type to lead this individual on a bit of a chase, if he wanted him, well he was going to have to earn it.

He wasn't sure if it was some low life who was looking for a quick payday by mugging him in an alleyway or someone who angled for something that was a bit more personal but regardless, Grant slipped his way into the alleyway.

In the alleyway, he turned around, and saw the man who was standing there, he came face to face with Ben Turner. Turner's gaze was vapid and Grant knew for a fact that he didn't take that many hits to the head. The man stared him down, murderous intent in mind.

Which was funny because the last time Grant heard of Turner, he was missing in action. He was wearing an orange and gold outfit, wearing a pair of spiked gauntlets on his hands and he looked at Wildcat like he was a really juicy steak.

Turner was looking fairly healthy, at least physically but mentally that was another matter entirely. There was a maniacal glint in his eye. One could see that the brainwashing was fairly obvious, along with the part where he took a header into the Lazarus Pit. The two fighters stared each other down, preparing to stand off against each other.

"So, are you here to do something, or just stare me to death?" Wildcat asked and he charged forward but Turner avoided his attack.

Turner kicked his legs out from underneath him and with a sadistic glint dancing in his eyes, he slammed Wildcat hard in the ground, pinning him down and hard.

Wildcat tried to get to his feet but Turner continued to hit him slow and fast once again.

Last time they fought, Grant went the distance with this man. He learned a lot from his past mistakes. Turner's nostrils flared and his intensity doubled.

'Obviously he wasn't on an island somewhere,' Grant thought to himself, hunched over, breathing rather heavily.

The grizzled fighter avoided the attack, with the man's claws swiping once again across his chest. The man dodged it again and again, and Grant caught him with a glancing blow with his brass knuckles.

Turner grimaced briefly from the attack. Not for long. Grant didn't have a chance to catch his breath. Rather a huge vicious swing of a punch nearly took his head off. Grant crouched down and dodged another shot once again.

He was going to be ripped apart if he wasn't careful.

'Okay, the guy wants a fight, no problem, because I'm here to give him one,' Grant said, with another crack of thunder returning him back to life.

The two men clashed with each other again, but Grant was trying to goad him into attacking and leaving himself open for one.

"Learned a few tricks, haven't you kid, well, come on, one on the jaw, if you have it in you," Grant said and he dodged the punch.

Grant tagged Turner in the kidneys with a pair of rough punches but he got nothing, nothing.

Turner was running off of adrenaline or maybe running off of something, but never the less, he turned around, and grabbed him around the wrist. He was snapped down by his wrist and forced down to his knees.

Needless to say his meeting with Selina got really intense fairly quickly, and Harry wasn't sure how much time had passed. Needless to say, he found himself awake and he figured out that he was in a bed once more. He and Selina had put each other through the paces in pretty much every way possible. Along with a couple that he wasn't entirely sure was possible.

Turning his head around, Harry could see that she wasn't there.

'Odd,' Harry thought to his bond mates.

'Yes, I'm surprised that she slipped off, because it's very rare that does happen,' Faora thought, there were more tangled strands to this web than she could contemplate.

'The Amazons and Krytonians are capable of it, every now and again,' Diana commented with a shake of her head.

He made his way from the bed and it was a short walk down the hallway, into the office.

Harry looked around quietly and it took him only seconds to find what he needed. There was a note that was pinned to the edge of the desk. It further drew his attention because his name was written on it.

Harry,

Sorry to cut and run, but I have something that I need to take care of so, yeah, I got to run.

Had a wonderful time, we should do this again.

Selina. 

Harry frowned deeply when he looked at the note. It lead to more questions and not enough in the way of answers.

'So, is there anything about her alter ego, any sightings?' Harry asked, grabbing onto that fairly desperately.

'No, I'm busy tracking down Ted…..there was a weird phone call earlier…..and Oracle is trying to track me down,' Dinah thought and she shook her head. 'It sounds like he's in trouble, but…..not quite sure how much trouble. He sent a call and he wasn't on the other end.'

'Worry about that, that's more important, looks like I'm going to have to play tag,' Harry thought, making his way over to the hallway, making sure that there was no one around.

If someone was around, Harry might have looked a tad bit foolish, with him extending his arm outwards and he waited for something to arrive.

His suit came to him which was a relief. He had been looking for a way to be able to summon the suit to him for the longest time, without frying the electronics.

It was in one piece and the ease of the suit in his hand made him smile when he suited up and everything was in order.

'So does it work?' Faora asked once again.

'It works rather perfectly,' Harry told her and his sister beamed in amusement at him but there was no time for back patting. 'We've got a lot to do you know, and really not that much time to do it in.'

'Aware of this,' Faora confirmed with a smile crossing her face, waiting to see what Harry would say. 'So are you going to track her?'

Harry nodded, now that they had been intimate; he had his ways of tracking her. The bond that was there…..or at least it should be.

'There's a problem, isn't there?' Kara asked.

'How can you tell?' Donna asked her and Kara responded with a very brisk smile.

'Alpha Privileges,' Kara commented with a wide smile on her face once again but Harry shook his head. 'What is it anyway?' 

'She's finding a way to fight the bond…..well it's obvious that if someone is strong willed enough, they would fight it,' Harry explained to them and Diana popped in with her own two cents.

'That's sending some pretty mixed signals, isn't it, fighting the bond, after shagging you senseless,' Jaime said, shaking her head in bemusement.

'There are some really mixed signals in her mind, I think after what happened, and…..you know we're still not getting any closer to finding out what caused this turnabout with her, and why she's adopted her alter ego,' Faora thought and Harry smiled.

'Sorry, I got side tracked a little bit,' Harry thought to them.

'Understandable,' Faora agreed once again, biting down on her tongue once again and Har-Zod was going to try to exert his will a bit to attempt to track her.

Even if she fought the bond, the imprint was still left there. Although her strong will was masking it and made it borderline impossible to track, so there was that.

If he couldn't, there always was the old fashioned way of doing things, through good old gritty detective work.

Grant staggered to the ground, he still had the moves. There was only one problem. The moves that he had wasn't enough. His face was scratched up something fierce, and he bled really badly. Turner got him with his claws at least twice.

He could feel the blood splash to the ground and he dodged the claws once again.

"You've been watching way too many Bruce Lee movies, son," Ted commented after he got a chance to catch his breath.

His arm was going even number than it was before, and he was only pulling himself around, through sheer determination.

"Come on, come on, hit me, hit me," Grant managed.

"The mind and the spirit is willing, but the body, just doesn't have it anymore," Turner said, grabbing Grant around the wrist. He nailed him with an open handed palm thrust to the chest.

He could feel his heart size up once again, it struggled to pump blood.

"Pathetic, I assumed that there was a challenge," Turner whispered in a low voice.

He noticed that they had company coming so he would have to wrap the old man up.

Black Canary showed up, just managing to drop down and see the grisly sight before her. She could see Wildcat on his hands and knees, barely hitching in the breath that he had. He coughed violently and looked on the verge of losing his ability to breath.

He was on his knees, and he couldn't move under his own accord.

Turner rushed forward and kicked him hard on the head for added emphasis.

Dinah watched in horror, as Ted Grant's head slammed into a brick wall, with a thickening thud, and he dropped down, completely motionless. Ben Turner stood over his battered body, his nostrils flaring and pupils dilating.

To Be Continued on October 27 th , 2014.