Ascension 2

Chapter 51: Matter of Family Part Two.

Bruce Wayne was on the roof and he knew who he would have had to wait for. This was about the only spot in the building that they would have to have any kind of private conversation and after what happened, both of them had a fair bit to talk about.

"I'm here."

Bruce turned his attention to Harry Potter, who stood before him on the rooftop. He almost snuck up on Bruce, but not quite.

"No one should be able to overhear any conversation up here," Bruce said and Harry smiled, even though the smile was rather strained given all he had been through tonight.

"Well, that much should be fairly obvious, I would think," Harry told Bruce and the two them had really no idea what to say at the moment. After everything that happened tonight, words were not something that came easy.

It did go without saying that they were pissed off beyond belief, even though they were doing a good job in keeping their tempers completely in check.

"You do realize that this can't stand."

Harry nodded, inclining his head, before answering crisply. "I'm aware."

"These attacks, they were meant to either get our attention or take either of us out," Bruce said and once again, he pretty much told him the blaringly obvious but it should be said, just in case some people didn't really get it.

Of course, without any leads, this was going to be a problem to get around, so Harry decided to try for another pressing issue, something that was prominent on the minds of everyone in Gotham City.

"Do you know anything about the murders last night?"

Bruce blinked for a second and answered honestly. "Not any more than you do, but I'm sure if the details would have been withheld from the press, your contact with the GCPD would have given you everything she could find, wouldn't she?"

"Well, I just got back, and what just happened takes high priority, but I'm sure that I'm going to have to get in touch with her soon enough to see what she knows," Harry said and Bruce nodded, still standing in the shadows.

He was at home in the shadows, he was comfortable in the shadows, it allowed him to control the elements around him fairly nicely.

"You know, you could really do a lot more if you had found your own contact within the GCPD, you know. Cultivating those kind of relationships would make something like this a lot easier, even if you rise to the rank of the world's greatest detective, all of the help that you can get is really possible."

Bruce's response to that one was short, sweet, and to the point. "I don't need any help."

Somehow, Harry shouldn't really have been surprised that was the answer that was coming. In fact, he would have been even more surprised if Bruce hadn't.

Harry's eyes met Bruce's in one of those looks, the looks that could burn a hole through molten steel. It was a look that indicated that he thought that Bruce was full of it.

"But perhaps despite that fact, you may have a point."

There was a second where Harry remained silent, he didn't need to say anything because he was completely sure that he had a point. Even if he wasn't about to admit it out loud and off hand.

"It's a work in progress if you most know."

Harry smiled once again and said nothing.

'I wonder how long he's going to play the silent game,' Amanda thought and there was eager anticipation with all of the other girls, waiting for Bruce to make his next move.

'I'm guessing that he doesn't like the one sided conversation shoe to be on the other foot,' Donna said and there was much amusement.

'Well, a change of roles is always good, if nothing else, it keeps everyone on their toes,' Donna thought.

'Amanda would lose at the silent game every time, she can't keep her mouth shut,' Emily said and Amanda glared at her.

'Girls,' Lily said tensely, even though she was pleased that they were in good spirits despite what happened. She knew that Harry shared her belief.

Harry decided to break the ice or rather the silence. "Anyone in mind?"

Bruce promptly answered that one. "James Gordon, I've been keeping an eye on him."

Harry retorted with a slightly raised eyebrow and he waited for Bruce to elaborate on that statement, which he did, quite nicely.

"I know that Gordon is clean and not just Gotham City clean either, but I need to be certain about it, without any doubt"

Harry nodded, someone like Bruce, he plotted things to be honest. Once again, he stuck closer to the shadows.

"You know, people are going to start to wonder why you're up here for a long time, just taking a cell phone call," Harry said and Bruce responded with one of his glares. The green eyed youth was not really phased by it, because well he had seen far scarier things than the Batman glare of doom.

"So, when are you going to get back in action, or are you not cleared yet?"

They had come close to the reason why Harry was on the shelf but that little elephant in the room was danced around with all of the tact of a well-practiced politician.

"Oh, I've been cleared and ready to go for about three weeks now, but I've gotten a fair bit amount done as part of Mission Control, as you well know," Harry told Bruce and his response was fairly clipped.

"Yes, I'm aware."

There was a tense moment before Harry decided that this time he would be the one that would break the silence.

"We'll figure out what's going on, compare notes, get to the bottom of this, and the people who done this…..well they won't get away with it for much longer," Harry answered in his calmest voice.

Bruce did not disagree with that fact at all and the two were about ready to part ways but Kara was standing at the edge of the building. She didn't catch too much of the conversation, on the account that she just arrived here.

She decided to take the steps, even though it would be a lot easier to fly up there. But sometimes the easy way would be the lazy way.

"Alfred's awake, he wants to talk to you," Kara said calmly.

"Right," Bruce said and he stopped and turned to Harry, preparing to inquire about something. "So what….."

"I'm taking the girls, and heading home, let me know if he tells you anything that might help later," Harry told Bruce and he nodded in a stoic response.

Bruce made his way down the steps and Harry was left with Kara. All they had to do was meet Penny, Amanda, Emily, and Nym down stairs and join the rest on the trip home.

Tonight had been a long night but the next couple of days would be fascinating to deal with. Plans were beginning to form in Harry's mind about what he planned to do next.

Harvey Bullock and John Jones stood in the middle of a nice apartment, waiting patiently. It was well paid for but the problem was, that it was the scene of something grisly and disturbing that would twist anything.

"When is Corrigan and his boys going to get here?" Bullock asked, pacing back and forth, like a caged animal. He was getting some really bad vibes about all of this and the man didn't like it, at all.

"Speaking of the devil," John said and John Corrigan made his way into the room with his team and the entire group kept their eyes on the latest murder victim.

A member of the GCPD SWAT Unit went down hard, judging by the badge that was lying on the table, several feet away from where his body landed. And it was obvious that this was not any member of the GCPD SWAT Unit, rather it was Sergeant Frank Pratt. He was in rather close with Howard Branden and there were indications that he paid for that close association.

"So, I guess we have a reason why he didn't show into work today," Bullock said gruffly, looking down on the individual who had gone down on the ground.

The truth was the last time he was seen by anyone alive was on Halloween night and he didn't show up for his shift the day later. Several calls had been placed to his place of residence but upon the third call, they sent a squad car number.

Given the rumors about what the man indulged in, there was a belief that he might have been found passed out and drunk but this was not what they expected to see at all, not in the slightest, not at all. This was ghastly and horrifying.

The glass coffee table was an ugly sight as well, it had been smashed through and there were pieces of glass that were wedged in different parts of his body.

The body was currently placed in the middle of the living room and Corrigan was going through the room. He was the best at what he did, so Jones and Bullock stepped back, to allow him some room.

"Look at this," one of the members of the Forensic Team whispered. She bent down, seeing a piece of paper that was pinned to Pratt's front, in an ugly and crude manner, but they wanted it to stand out, whoever did this.

Corrigan bent down to pick it up, it was an article about police corruption in Gotham City. One of many because it was hard to keep track of all of the articles that were done on it, but this one was fairly fresh and detailed the SWAT's on role in that.

"Well, there's your motive right there," Bullock grunted and Corrigan gave him a look, and the Detective stepped back. His toothpick was wedged firmly in his mouth and he watched to see what was happening.

Corrigan took half of a step forward, and looked at the door where they entered.

"He answered the door, and it was not someone that he thought was a cause for concern or suspicion," Corrigan stated, that much was obvious. There would be signs of a struggle if it was an unknown party.

Corrigan followed the trail over, he was shot right by the door and he fell right through the coffee table. He may have been dead before the time that he landed.

"And there's the murder weapon," Corrigan said, his mind moving over the scene around him and there was a .22 caliber Glock that was half concealed underneath the couch. It had been discovered by Bullock earlier.

"Yeah, but good luck in trying to find anything off of that, look, they made sure that anything that could be traced back to them was removed."

There was a set of serial numbers that had been filed off of it. Whoever enacted this attack, they didn't do things halfway, that much was for sure.

"That doesn't really narrow things done though," Jones said and Bullock snorted.

"Yeah, with the fat bird giving them out like candy to anyone who has the scratch, could be any random kook off the street who decided that he had a grudge against Pratt," Bullock added and Corrigan turned towards him.

"No, this is too meticulous for an act of random violence," he added and there was a second where Bullock shuddered, those burning eyes locked onto him. Needless to say, it was something that would put a chill in the heart of even the most hardened of man. "An act of random violence would not leave an article that details potential corruption of the GCPD SWAT in broad daylight."

The motive was there, the means were there if anyone could really spend a little bit of money to get things done. But the puzzle pieces didn't really fit together in an organic manner to be honest.

"Looks like he bought it from the bird, but with the serial numbers filed off, we don't know who is behind this or how to track it, that is if we knew who the Penguin was anyway," Bullock said.

"There have been rumors about it."

"But, he left no fingerprints on it as well," Bullock added. "He, or she I guess, made sure that no one left anything to chance."

"It's strange, isn't it?"

Jones gave that statement and Corrigan looked at the Detective. "Not if the Killer was a professional, they knew what to do not to get caught."

"Yeah, this will be a shitstorm, when it gets out," Bullock said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You know Branden, he'll be out for blood, and he doesn't care whose it is, right now."

"I'll call Gordon," Jones offered and Bullock nodded gruffly.

Bullock was left in the room with Corrigan, who continued his work. The normally hardboiled detective had one thing left to say under his breath, so the man didn't hear him.

'I don't know what it is, but there's something about that guy that gives me the creeps,'Bullock said but never the less he couldn't really worry about that now.

Selina Kyle wasn't going to lie; she was pretty pleased with how the renovations at the Cat's Cradle night club was turning out all the way around. It looked a bit more respectable or at least as respectable as a place like that ever was going to look. After the shifty reputation it had thanks to the previous owners, she knew in the back of her mind that it was going to be an uphill battle to get this place fixed up.

Still she would be lying if she said that she wasn't pleased, very pleased indeed.

Business was picking up, to the fact that it was it was booming. To the point where she no longer needed to be an active performer in there and the woman smiled at that thought. A small part of her missed that performance but a larger part of her didn't really miss it at all. Life really was pretty good right about now, her legs crossed and she threw her head back with a knowing smile on her face.

She was running the business end of things, with Holly helping as her assistant. She thought that might be a good thing because again she limited her exposure to the less ideal customers. Yet, there was always a chance that people from the wrong side of town would start sniffing around. But so far there had been no incidents, at least no incidents that she would have to report through for Harry.

Speaking of Harry, she thought about him, she was living at the Penthouse, which was kind of a real eye opening experience for her. That was neither here nor there, but until her Apartment was fixed from the smoke damage it caused from the fire thanks to the Deacon Blackfire riots.

The worst part of running any business was the paperwork. Harry being her silent partner did help a lot but there was still a lot to be done in the tedious end of paperwork.

'At least he was able to help because I know that I wouldn't be able to get anything done otherwise,' Selina thought and a frown popped over her face.

She would have had enough done where she could take a break without any guilt shortly.

'He's well respected in the business world, has a lot of contacts, it can open a lot of doors,' Selina thought, flipping through the papers in front of her. 'And, no one is going to really mess with him, at least too much. Even the gangs know that he has enough influence to bring the pressure down on them. You have to be pretty brazen to try something regarding him.'

Selina finished up her paperwork, carefully making sure that it was in order. There was a quick and frantic knock on her office door that jerked her out of her thoughts.

"Yes, come in," Selina said and she could see Holly make her way into the office, nearly stumbling for a second. The girl managed to regain her composure but she still looked fairly unnerved. "Holly, what the hell is going on?"

She moved forward at this statement, and wrapped her into a tight hug. That allowed the girl to calm down for a few seconds and catch her breath.

"Jim Jansen is here, and he wants to talk, to you."

Selina's eyes blinked and she looked towards the younger girl. She could see why she was so unnerved.

"I see."

Jansen was someone who wasn't known to most people but to these two, he was well known. He was a rather prominent pimp in Gotham City. One could argue that he was in fact, the PIMP, something that should be capitalized and emphasized all of the way through.

Selina wasn't going to mince her words. The fact that he was here was not good news, not at the slightest. Especially given that she and Holly ran into Jansen when they were both younger and he tried to force Holly into prostitution.

"Let him into the room," Selina said with resolve, she didn't back down from many things, she didn't want to back down from this one. She figured that it would be better to handle Jansen, although the man had some brass balls sniffing around the club today especially given who was in charge.

Jansen made his way inside, dressed like an old time business man with a nice elegant suit, flanked by a pair of women. To be fair, they didn't look like they just crawled out of a gutter somewhere, they were very high end porn stars at best. He looked like a predator stalking his latest prey with the women that were on each arm. Every stitch of clothing on his body was costume made from head to toe.

"Selina, baby, it's good to finally see you again," Jansen said in his attempt to be a gentleman, which was what he was dubbed as, Gentleman Jim.

Selina could feel like that a shower was a necessity by sharing the same air space that he did. Never the less, she tried to act rather polite, or at least as polite as she could be. That being said, there was something stirring in the pit of her stomach the more that she stared him down.

"What do you want, Jansen?" Selina asked, she wanted to get to the point.

"Oh, the fire, I always knew you had it in you," Jansen said with a smile as the two woman smiled, but that seemed to be their ability, to smile and look pretty. They exited for essentially no other purpose. "But, since you asked nicely, then I'll tell you. I'm sure that you're aware of the business arrangement that I had with the previous owners of the club."

Selina nodded stiffly, she was aware of that arrangement.

"I wish to renew that business deal, have some of your girls perform certain considerations for me, if you get what I'm saying," Jansen said and he looked at her, with a smile on his face, showing his gold teeth. "And if you'd like to sweeten the pot a little bit, then I could give you a ride like you'd never forget."

'So, the bastard is trying to get in my pants, that's not surprising,' Selina thought dryly. She could feel her lunch losing the race to her throat.

"No."

Jansen looked at her, almost like he was surprised by this answer, especially given that it was so blunt.

"I don't think you understand the perks and benefits that this deal could bring you," Jansen said to her, and he gave her a warning gaze. "You play ball and we leave you alone, but if you don't…..well life could be very difficult for you, if you get what I'm saying."

Jansen might have done something rather brutal to both Selina and Holly, had the door not opened, and revealed Faora and Diana, who stepped into this situation.

Diana stood six feet two inches tall, and Faora stood five foot, ten inches tall, which meant that both women towered over them. Diana wore a black tank top, along with jeans, and Faora wore a white top along with a black jean shirt. Both wore glasses, and had their hair tied back in a ponytail.

"Is there a problem here?"

Jansen might have been bold but there was no way that he was going deal with two bitches who could eat him for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and maybe some in between snacks as well.

"No, no, I'm just leaving, guess that you didn't want to play ball."

Faora turned to Selina who looked at her once Jansen and his floozies had left the building.

"I had it handled, you didn't need to get involved," Selina said and Faora smiled at her.

"Well we just stood there and he ran away, so really…" Faora commented with a smile crossing her face. "But that's not the reason why we're here."

"Oh?" Selina asked, curiosity getting the better of her and Faora prepared to fill her in on what was going on.

Harry had to think that Alura and Faora went above and beyond the call of duty with rebuilding his Nightwing costume from the ground up. The old one was fairly damaged, with Grundy giving it a going over. Therefore, this brand new costume was something that Harry would have liked to wear and he would wear it good.

The green eyed wizard dropped to the ground, testing out the armor. He was a sleek black costume, with parts of it being red on the chest plate area. The Nightwing symbol was still on it. The onboard computer system was wired into it and coming in clearer than ever before.

'So, how is it working?' Faora asked him through the bond link. Harry was on the hunt tonight after what happened, along with Dinah and Jaime.

'It works out rather well,' Harry thought, barely able to keep the grin off of his placed, but he was pleased, very pleased indeed.

'I thought it might, I didn't want to sacrifice protection or movement, so I would try for the best of all worlds, I think,' Faora explained to him. 'Granted, it weighs a bit still, it's not completely streamlined but….'

'The benefits outweigh the negatives?'

'I couldn't have said it much better myself,' the green eyed wizard commented, dropping down off of the building.

The costume felt great, but not as great as it was being back in action. That was a feeling that could not be described by mere words, no matter how hard he tried.

'So Oracle is standing by on contact,' Dinah chimed in from afar.

'With you and Harry, yes, although I can listen in very easily,' Jaime told him after a few seconds. 'As you well know, Barbara doesn't have any idea that I've been disguised as Nightwing as of late, as you're relaying everything through her.'

'Surely she has heard some of the rumors about the fact that Nightwing might be a lot different…..' Kara thought, barely able to keep the obvious grin off of her face.

'The thing is about rumors like that is not everything is completely clear and people can really just brush them off as not being accurate,' Dinah added, a smile crossing her face, her hair framing her face as she threw her head back.

They were in different areas in the city, with Jaime and Dinah taking one end, and Harry taking the other. Faora was in the lair, monitoring the progress of the costume, but so far, she was rather pleased with how it was working, quite pleased indeed.

The Penguin's men were the target for tonight and after what happened, Harry was out for blood.

'This is going to be easier said than done,' Dinah thought to him. 'The chain of command is kind of difficult to figure out, there's a hierarchy there…..'

'He's an arm's smuggler, not a drug dealer,' Jaime added. 'Therefore it's going to be harder to figure out where his chain of command exactly goes.'

"Well, I think that the Penguin got wise to the fact that we hacked into his channel," Oracle said and Nightwing sighed.

"Dead channel?"

"Yes, he abandoned it full stop, I'm sorry, I'll see what I can do, but his men are off of the frequency….."

Things just really kept getting better and better for Harry, but he supposed that things were really not going to get all that easy. Then again, he thrived on challenges, which was one of the reasons why he embraced not having full access to his powers. Flight was about the only thing that he missed.

'Okay, new plan.'

"Okay, new plan," Harry said, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was going to have to have to go after some people. "I'm going to have to go after the people who he pushed out, someone like the Penguin, he's bound to make some enemy's with the people who used to work in the arms and smuggling racket."

"Well, I've actually been looking into that," Oracle said, with Nightwing raising an eyebrow. "I've got a couple of promising leads, that you might be able to follow them."

"Proceed," Nightwing said and Oracle proceeded.

"Carlton Duquesne is a rumored arm's dealer who might know something….."

"Yeah, rumor is that he's working with Thorne who might be working with the Penguin," Nightwing chimed in. "Not saying that it's not a probable target but we should go towards other options."

"Okay, not Duquesne," Oracle said but she looked at him. "So, what about Skeevers?"

"He would be an easy target."

'He would be the one who would be easy to spill,' Dinah thought. They weren't really getting very far to be honest.

Nightwing was perched across the way, it turned out that he was getting closer to the night club, it was called My Alibi, where Eddie Skeevers hung out. The man came here pretty much every day at the same time about on the clock and Nightwing thought that he was not going to disappoint him this time.

He looked at the information on Skeevers, he ran the importing, the exporting, and the traffic of stolen goods, formally for the Falcones. Then the Roman lost his mind and he worked for the Maronis after it, where he was Zucco's right hand man.

That being said, the green eyed wizard looked into the club, it was the sleaziest of sleazy strip clubs. It was officially called a Gentlemen's Club, but there were very few Gentlemen that were in there.

The green eyed wizard heard the gunshots nearby which was not something that normally would be a weird thing.

Harry came across a nasty gunfight, recognizing Skeevers and his gangsters, and the Penguin's thugs shooting at each other.

There was some high tech hardware on both sides. Nightwing noticed that there was some pretty advanced military grade tech on the side of the Penguin but Skeevers and his goons had some good weapons as well.

Skeevers screamed, taking a bullet to his knee from the impact. He tried to shake it off but there were some things that you just couldn't shake off.

Nightwing made his move, knowing that if something happened to Skeevers, his potential interrogation might have gone down. The emerald eyed hero threw several smoke bombs down onto the ground.

The smoke bombs broke open onto the ground and surrounded them with choking smoke. Nightwing moved through the shadows, not missing a step even after the long lay off. He disarmed them with quick precision, they didn't really see what was coming.

Nightwing took barely a minute to wipe all of them out, until Skeevers was the only one that was left. Nightwing's eyes flashed onto him, and disarmed the weapon that he held up.

The entire life of Edward Skeevers flashed before him with Nightwing repelling up the building, dangling him above the pavement.

"Okay, that's a nasty injury, and you know that you're going to bleed to death unless you get prompt medical attention," Nightwing told him. "And you're not leaving to get that, until you tell me what I need to know. So talk!"

"What….what do you want?" Skeevers asked, he felt kind of feverish and knew that it might not be long for him.

"The Penguin, tell me everything that you know about him."

"I don't know….I don't know where he's based out of, hell I don't even know who he is, not even his own guys," Skeevers trembled. "Mr. Walrus relays the orders from the Penguin to his men, and it goes back and forth like that….."

Mr. Walrus must have been the one that tried to kidnap the twins. Hearing that name did not improve Harry's mood.

"He's taken over Amusement Mile, and he keeps a stranglehold on that, and….oh yeah, he's involved with Cobblepot's new club," Skeevers said and he realized something. "You want to know something funny?"

Nightwing remained rather silent, and Skeevers assumed that he had the opening to say it.

"Stanley Cobblepot blew through the family fortune, but yet Ozzie returns richer than ever, that doesn't make any sense, doesn't it?"

Something slapped Nightwing with the full force of a freight train. The one puzzle piece that he was trying to do to figure out this Penguin thing.

'Son of a bitch.'

Nightwing rendered him completely unconscious with a sickening elbow strike to the side of the head.

'What is it?' Jaime wondered, and Harry was blunt in his response.

'We've got a grand opening to crash.'

The next day around Ten O'clock in the morning, Harry sat in the conference room of the RAO Corporation. Now with the business arrangement with GothCorp, he had access to an extremely valuable asset that he could not wait to cultivate and use to its fullest extent, that being Victor and Nora Fries.

Faora and Karen joined him for this meeting, their expertise was always something that was wanted and quite frankly appreciated in a situation like this. Both of the females reclined back, waiting for the meeting.

The meeting was in a little bit so they had some time to kill.

'The Fries will be a very interesting couple to pick their brains,' Harry thought to himself.

'Given that the paper's that Nora released…..well it's interesting and could be something that I want to be able to take a closer look at,' Faora said, barely able to contain her eagerness.

'The fact that certain diseases could be cured if a person is put in cryogenics for studying, it's very ground breaking research, and with Victor working on the science end of things and Nora taking the medicine, I'm sure that they have some very good ideas to be honest,' Karen thought and the blonde held her foot, slowly allowing her high heel shoe to slip off onto the ground, to fully reveal her stocking clad foot.

'Shouldn't they be arriving at any second, though?' Faora asked.

'Well you know how the traffic can be in Gotham City, at this time of the morning,' Harry thought and sure enough, as if right on cue, the buzzer on his desk fired up.

"Yes, Tamara, what is it?"

"Nora and Victor Fries called, they said that they should be here in about fifteen minutes or so, the traffic is running bad but they'll be here and they apologize for the inconvenience."

Harry smiled and Karen did so as well, leaning back in her chair oh so casually, brushing her foot against Harry's thigh a little bit. She slowly removed her stocking in the first place, slipping it off, leaving her leg and right foot bare.

Harry smiled, he could feel what Karen was doing and leaned back to accept it, the more that she brushed against him with her bare foot, teasing him and getting him worked up.

She was testing her boundaries to see what she could get away with it and Harry was playing it cool. The blonde intensified her rubbing of her foot against him.

Faora smiled, acting as if she was bending down to adjust her skirt but in reality, she was kicking her shoe off as well.

Then she added her foot to the mix, and the friction near his inner thigh started to get more heated. The rubbing between the two girls intensified and they were willing to take these actions to a brand new level.

Karen's smile got quite devious with her blouse buttons popped, revealing her cleavage to him and her foot slowly rubbed up the side of Harry's thigh.

Faora matched her motions, running her perfect foot across his cock and the woman smiled, with her foot running over the other side of his cock. Both of their feet enveloped his cock, his pants were worked off in the process.

He could feel Karen work her toes around his cock and Faora do the same to him. Harry grunted, feeling the pleasure of them jerking him off with their toes.

"What?" Karen asked, using her heel to apply a little bit of a teasing amount of pressure on his balls and there was a second where she paused.

Exchanging a smile with Faora, Karen decided to take over, putting Harry's large cock between her feet and working him up and down, with Faora slowly removing the jacket of her blouse, and then she unbuttoned it, revealing her breasts contained in a lacy white bra.

"Bit warm in here, isn't it?" Faora asked, not bothering to be subtle at all.

"Things…..are about to heat up," Harry grunted and Faora placed her foot onto his lap, running her toes against his cock head, with Karen using the soles of her feet to jerk off his base.

The blonde's soft, elegant feet were working him over and the green eyed wizard could feel the cum about ready to burst out, that Faora was about to collect with her toes as Karen slowly pumped him with her soles, working him closer towards an orgasm.

"Oh god, oh yes,' Harry grunted, feeling her work him over and Faora smiled.

"Just wait, you're going to really feel something now," Faora said, barely holding a thinly suppressed grin on her face, working Harry's cock with her toes even more. She could feel the heat that pulsed from him, and she grinned, rubbing her toes furiously against his crown.

Karen continued the amazing foot job and Harry could see that her panties vanished underneath her skirt. Her breasts were practically spilling out of her top, giving the added visual simulation to him.

The blonde continued to work him over, jerking off his cock at super speed with her feet. Her arches rubbed him over and Harry grunted, feeling his balls fill up with the pleasure. He pushed his hips up, working himself closer and more between her feet. He could feel the pleasure increase the more that the beautiful blonde worked him over.

Faora's toes were now blasted with a full stream of his cum. She managed to catch his hot spunk on her toes.

Then casually, Faora lifted her leg from underneath the table and showed her flexibility.

Harry could see what was happening next and he could feel his cock rapidly hard, with Faora licking his cum off of her toes like a cat. Her tongue slowly licked up and down her toes, managing to clean herself completely, making sure that Harry's eyes were locked onto his, and it was a sure cock hardening sight.

"Want a taste?" Faora asked Karen, and Karen took Faora's foot, making sure she kept her eyes locked onto Harry and saw her pop one of Faora's toes in her mouth, sucking her, with a look of pure bliss in her eyes.

Harry smiled, seeing Karen slowly suck on Faora's toes and feet. That was a cock stirring sensation if there ever was one and Harry could feel himself getting harder the more that he looked at the show that was to come.

"You haven't seen anything yet," Karen whispered but suddenly, the rest of their clothes shredded up.

"You've made your fun, now that I've had mine….."

Their clothes reappeared, not destroyed after all, they appeared in a neatly stacked pile on the chair.

Both of the females were bent over the table and Harry turned from one to the other. The green eyed wizard smiled, running his hands over Faora's ass, causing her great pleasure, and the green eyed wizard lifted up his hand and smacked her on the rear.

"Are you going to take my ass Har-Zod?"

"Hey I want some of….."

Faora kissed Karen which caused her to be rendered silent at least for a second and Harry to explore the curves of his sister's tasty ass.

When he was behind her, his cock was hardened and he was completely ready to go. Measuring her, he pushed into her ass, feeling her warmth slowly engulf him. It was almost like her ass was sucking his cock into her, and Harry approved of this for sure.

"FUCK, HARDER!"

Needless to say, he was having his fun, with her tight ass enveloping his manhood. The green eyed wizard closed his eyes, pushing into her from behind, feeling the pressure of her tight hot buns closing around on him.

"Fuck, oh fuck," Faora whispered, but Karen used her tongue to silence Faora, and Harry rested his hands on Karen's ass, rubbing her firm cheeks, which caused her to whimper in delight and in pleasure.

He slapped her on her rear which caused her to ooze juices from her rear and she watched Harry ram her fellow Kryptonian hard in the ass.

"Take….take….take me hard!" Faora moaned, and she could feel Harry channel magic through her pussy with his fingers.

Double the pleasure, double the fun, oh you really had to love it. Faora whimpered out in pleasure, and Harry slammed his length into her inviting ass, working himself as deep into her as he could manage.

Faora experienced the orgasm that rocked the mind of anyone who could feel it.

"Time for a change of venues," Harry whispered, deciding to position Karen so she was eating Faora's pussy while she was bent over the edge of the table. While she was doing this, Harry pushed into her hard from behind and the blonde shrieked in delight, with Harry's manhood taking her ass.

"So, are we having fun?" Harry growled in her ear and Karen nodded eagerly, biting down on her lip.

"Yes, yes, yes, we are," Karen agreed, her eagerness spiking a little bit, and Harry pushed his length into her once again.

The blonde could feel it, with every slap of his balls against her ass.

She nearly forgot her job, eating Faora's pussy, that was not something that she would neglect. Her tongue dug deep into her, licking the woman out.

Faora moaned with Karen's efforts escalating the more that she rolled her tongue deep between her legs.

It was time for a switch, with Faora having her face buried into Karen's pussy and Faora being fucked into the table.

'Take me, oh take me,' Faora moaned, she indulged herself into the delicious taste of Karen's dripping mound that she could barely keep her head above the water.

Harry meanwhile pushed himself into her from behind, taking her ass as she requested, his balls really was rather loaded and ready to go and he manipulated Faora's pussy as well.

The woman closed her eyes, with his manhood pressed deep into her.

"I think you want me to take you hard, all of the way…..if you weren't Kryptonian, you wouldn't be able to sit down and if we didn't have a meeting that you would have to sit down, I would make sure you couldn't regardless."

Harry played with both sets of breasts, they were amazing in their own ways. Harry found himself giving them a good working over.

He then had them both side to side, and he contemplated firing off a dupe but he had a better idea.

"HARRY!" Karen screamed at the top of her lungs, feeling Harry's manhood bury deep into her tight ass.

The blonde closed her eyes, with Harry hammering into her hard from behind. The blonde breathed in an ultimate amount of pleasure, the more his cock pressed deep into her insides. Her bowels were stretched out and the blonde closed her eyes, with Harry's hands furiously exploring her. They sent bursts of magic all through her body and Karen whimpered in delight when he continued to work her into a frenzy.

Harry switched over to Faora and slammed himself into her ass with equal amounts of passion and intensity. His hands roamed over her body, and her tight buns clamped around him, wanting his cum, his reward to be deposited into her.

Faora's eyes told the story, and she wanted him, she wanted him badly.

"Give it to me Har-Zod, give me your cum, please," Faora begged.

"No, I want it, please," Karen whispered and Harry slapped her on the ass, which caused her pussy to drip with desire.

Harry switched over to the other side, pushing into her inviting bowels and the blonde could not feel anything but the pinnacle of pleasure once more.

He spent many hours, thanks to the bonus of time dilation spells, working over their tight asses and putting both of them through the paces.

Eventually even Harry was hitting his limit, even though one could argue that he might be hitting his stride. His balls throbbed and he was about ready to inject his juicy cream into the tight ass of the first female that would be lucky enough to have him balls deep into her when he came.

The woman who was lucky enough to have that gift was Karen, and she looked at Faora with a triumphant smirk, feeling Harry's cock bury its seed into her ass, as he channeled magic through her sizeable breasts.

'Better luck next time.'

That being said, Karen collapsed, his cum oozing out of her ass, and being the gracious loser that she was, Faora moved over to lick her clean with her tongue.

Thanks to the wonders of time dilation, they really were put through the paces and Karen and Faora got completely dressed, the three of them ready for business. Harry performed the necessary charms to get the sweet smell of sex out of the air, because it wouldn't be very professional to have that lingering in the air when their guests arrived.

'Well that was eventful,' Diana thought, catching her breath as she had peaked into the thing.

'No that was hot, very hot,' Donna said closing her eyes and her nipples grew uncomfortable and hard, with her breathing.

'No one is going to deny that I think,' Hippolyta said once again, the Queen of the Amazons leaning back and smiling.

'No, I think that many of us wished we could join in,' Diana said and there was much agreement, with Zatanna and Dinah in particular being beyond words.

'Hey, you know, I wished that I was there," Kara said and that was when Donna jumped into the fray.

'You would.'

'Oh come on, don't say that you wouldn't,' Kara thought to her and Donna opened her mouth halfway before she stopped and nodded, looking like the little girl who got her hand caught in the cookie jar.

'Never said that I wouldn't.'

'Ladies, that's enough,' Harry said with a smile.

"Sorry, we were delayed."

A man who looked to be into the latter half of his thirties made his way there. He had dark hair along with thick glasses, with the slightest hint of grey on his roots. That being said, he stepped forward, his motions as stiff as his voice was.

"Traffic was really bad," the woman agreed, she was an attractive blonde with a slender built. Currently her hair was tied up in a ponytail and she was dressed in a conservative dress, but she did have a fairly fit body. She blinked and sighed. "The weather was worst."

"I would have to concur," Victor said, the fact was this Gotham City autumn was not for him, because he really detested the cold. The less he had to deal with the cold, the better.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Doctor Fries, Doctor Fries," Harry said to her and Nora smiled at him, shaking hands with all.

"Pleased to meet you as well, Doctor Potter, Doctor Potter, Doctor Starr," Nora said, shaking hands with all of them. "And it's Victor and Nora, we find having two people answering to Doctor Fries to be very confusing."

"Then it's Harry, Alexandra, and Karen," Harry said, pointing towards him, Faora, and Karen.

Faora, using the human alias of Alexandra Potter as per usual, sat down in front of them, with a smile on her face. "Your work does speak for yourself."

"You are too kind," Victor commented, there were times where he had to work to get a lot of respect for his work, it had been considered to be a bit extreme.

"We've followed your work as well, especially you, Harry," Nora said and she looked at him. "A couple of your chemistry papers have caused me to be pointed in the right direction for some of my research."

"It's all about lending a helping hand to the world, we're all in this together," Harry said and Nora blinked, and then she smiled.

"There aren't too many people that would agree about that, sadly," Nora said but the woman decided to fix her gaze onto him. "I understand that you have a problem that you wanted to talk us about."

"Yes, our new computer processing chip, it's having a problem with severe overheating because of the processing power that it's using," Karen explained to them.

It was reverse engineered from a rather ancient form of Kryptonian technology, which was even rather advanced even by the standards of Earth technology. The crystal version worked out well because it was the crystal but when trying with processor chip, they would have a meltdown of anything that was around it.

"Would you like to give a demonstration?" Nora asked, her curiosity brimming through her eyes. She wanted to see if the problem was as they were describing.

"Will do," Karen said and she turned her eyes towards Harry and Faora, who were both ready. "This laptop, it has a chip inside it, and I will start it up."

The Fries watched the lap top boot up at the speed of light and then the laptop start to smoke before anything could be clicked on the desktop.

Then the laptop began to melt into a sticky pile of molten slag.

"Be careful, it will take a while to cool down, and it might melt the human hand," Harry warned them.

"Right…..there must be a way…..there must be away to cool the processor to prevent it from completing overloading, isn't it?"

"We could figure out something, I'm sure, and there are a couple more things that I'd like to run by you," Nora told Harry and Harry smiled, wondering what she had for him.

"I'm all ears."

"The Gotham City Elite is out in full force on the Iceberg Lounge, pretty much anyone, who was anyone, is showing up tonight for this amazing grand opening, and this is Summer Gleeson reporting on the stage," the reporter said, waiting with a smile, and sure enough, she looked around to see the sights and the sounds of some of Gotham's most famous and some of their most infamous showing up as well. "No doubt you'll be first to witness some of the fashionable choices along with some of the fashion nightmares, and no doubt this opening is one that Gotham City has been waiting for…..why is Bruce Wayne!"

Sure enough Bruce Wayne turned up, with a fashion model on each arm, who had the case of the giggles the more that they approached the club.

"Bruce, Bruce, a word with you, if you please," Summer said, waving him over, looking like an overgrown cartoon character the more that she waved her arms.

"Of course, Summer, anything for you," Bruce said, turning his bright and winning smile towards the reporter, who looked like she had just hit a great prize.

"What are you doing out here?"

"Well, I wanted to see the opening of the Iceberg Lounge, it isn't every day that one of Gotham City's favorite sons opens up what could be the hottest spot in town," Bruce said and he looked over his shoulder, and then he looked over towards the camera. "And you know that if there is a party, that Bruce Wayne is going to be invited."

"Bruce, what about the rumors of your mysterious disappearance over a month ago…"

"Summer, I hate to cut you off, but I've just seen an old friend of mine and I just want to catch up with them."

Normally Summer would have been a bit more miffed about getting a brush off but then her eagle eyes spotted something that was even more interesting than Bruce Wayne. The woman's mouth hung open, and the limo pulled out, with Harry Fucking Potter exiting the limo, dressed to the nines.

Harry wasn't the only one who was in the limo, Kara, Karen, Diana, Jaime, Dinah, and Faora all exited the limo.

Naturally, someone with Harry Potter showing up with a bevy of beauties dressed to the nines in expensive dresses was something of an eye turner. And there was not all, as Vicki Vale made her appearance, which caused a momentary frown going over the face of Summer, but she saw Sapphire Stagg and Veronica Vreeland walk in as well, trying to cater towards Harry's obvious attention.

Last, but obviously not least, there was Selina Kyle, who exited the limo. She was thinking about crashing the festivities, there were idiots that were bound to be parted with their valuables but the fact that Harry came here pretty much sealed the deal.

"Harry, Harry, a word…..before you come to the party…"

"Just a word?" Vicki asked, looking at Summer and the professional rivalry between those two bubbled to a surface.

"I think that I have time to spare just a word," Harry said to Summer, side stepping Vicki before she could say anything.

"Yes, I don't want to embarrass Miss Vale too much, because I know that she must be disheartened by the fact that she didn't get too up close and personal….."

"Oh, Summer, I've already gotten an exclusive word with the most important person tonight, not to correct you, honey," Vicki said with a smile on her face.

Kara followed the progress eagerly, along with the rest of the girls, but she suspected that there was going to be a headache.

'So, do we have to get involved here, or not?' Faora asked her, and Kara inclined her shoulders, with a long sigh.

'I doubt that it's going to descend past barbs being traded,' Harry thought to them and Faora frowned. 'That being said, we better…..just to be on the safe side…..'

'Right, I got you,' Diana thought, preparing to step in and do something if things got insane.

"Well, when Oswald Cobblepot decided to bring his new night club to Gotham City, I decided that I wanted a piece of the action, I mean, something like this, I wouldn't miss it for the world, would you?"

"Well anyone that is anyone is here, and you are the biggest anybody in all of Gotham City," Summer said, trying to butter Harry up but Vicki looked at her, shaking her head.

"Observations like that are why you are in the position that you're in," Vicki said.

"And I'm sure you've found yourself in an interesting position with Mr. Potter….."

"And I'm sure that it would be rude if I didn't really pay a visit to the opening of the Iceberg Lounge," Harry replied, he had this ability to get the attention back on him that he was going to utilize, some say that he was going to abuse to the fullest extent.

That being said, he wanted to wrap this up and pay his respects to Cobblepot and also to Mr. Walrus.

"With the Red Sun coming out pretty soon….."

"Tonight's not a night for business, it's a night for pleasure, and a night to let our hair down," Harry said, with a smile, not wanting to make this interview about his business success, because he thought that he covered those ground enough. "That being said, I'm sure that there are more people coming here…..and I better be going, I don't want to miss this one for the world."

Harry smiled, looking at that camera, because he knew that the owner of the club was watching. He was going to have some fun first, but there was other matters to attend to tonight.

'So, I'm sure that he got the message,' Kara thought.

'I don't think that Har-Zod's even begun to speak,' Faora thought and Harry smiled.

'No, I've just begun, just wait, the show's only about to begin.'

He could see Selina's eyes light up the further that she walked towards the club, and it was going to be an interesting night.

It would be one that the Penguin would never forget.