DC: I am Dr Doom

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Looking up and down Ivy's perfect form, I was struck with the urge to bend her over the parlor and have my way with her before my limo arrived. That defiant look in her eyes and the slight smirk that teased me, the hardened nipples that begged for my touch.

"Even if I refuse to work for the man, his money and connections will go a long way," I replied as I watched Ivy's form become covered in leaves. Ivy blew me a kiss and then walked over to the lab that we had set up in the corner to continue her experiments. My watch buzzed to let me know that my ride was turning up the driveway, and it was time to go. "Please keep your eye on that little dose for our mutual friend, please."

"I plan to visit Selina for lunch, bring me back something from the science fair," Ivy said as she looked into the electron microscope.

"Have fun," I said as I placed a kiss on the top of her head before turning to walk outside the jungle of a greenhouse, we called a lab and bedroom.

***

With a shake of the head, I placed some thoughts to the back of my mind as I felt the two unknown presences pull up to the house.

The first mind that I felt was just here to drive and do a job. The second mind, though, was something else, this mind was brimming with ambition and a need to please. There were strong tones of loyalty and passion but all tempered by fear. Oh, this was going to be an interesting ride to Metropolis.

An all-black Cadillac Limo pulled out, and the one and only Mercy Graves stepped out to greet me.

"Good morning ," Mercy said as she did a slight bow. "As Mr. Luthor's attendant, I have been tasked to show Mr. Luthor's gratitude in your acceptance of this interview."

Stepping forward, I held my hand out for a shake once Mercy was finished with her pleasantries.

"That's fine and all, but may I have the name of the lovely lady that will be my escort today?" I said with a genial smile on my face.

"Well, let's clear that up. My name is Mercy Graves." Mercy said before standing aside and directing me into the back seat of the limo.

Looking down, I activated a few things on my watch and erased the GPS on the limo and got into the back. A lot to do and only an hour to get it done. Smiling to myself, I went to work to convert Mercy into someone that could help me with my goals. Mercy's mental shield was strong, but living such a life as Luthor's lackey was not a life that she wanted even if she was loyal to the man.

At the end of the ride to LexCorp, Mercy was now the soon to be the heir of Luthor like Pepper was to Tony. Now her loyalty and love belongs to Doom. Mercy got out with a fresh smile on her face and held the door for my exit. Once we were out in the parking lot, it was a smooth ride up the elevator to Luthor's office.

Walking into LexCorp offices, I had an instant dislike for the bald man before me. It was one thing to read about him in comics and to see his representation on the screen, but it was another to meet the man in person. Everything about Lex Luthor screamed polluted to my senses. The light glint of green on his fingers gave me a hint of why. Lex was wearing a kryptonite ring, and I was certain from the vibes that I was picking up; this man had some form of advanced cancer from that stone's radiation.

I watched as Lex got up from behind the desk and came around to give me a handshake. Luthor was a well-built man in his early thirties and bald head to boot. It was odd how he matched up so well with his comic book counterpart: it was unnerving, to say the least.

"Ahh, Mr. Doom, it's such a pleasure to finally meet someone of your intellect," Lex said as he took my hand and shook it.

"Mr. Luthor, please just call me Victor," I replied as I shook the bald man's hand while I worked my way past that fortified wall of will Luthor called his mind.

"Then, by all means, call me Lex," Luthor returned with a smile. Returning the smile myself, I followed Lex to the bar to get myself a drink. While Lex was pouring it, I had finally worked my way past what appeared to be his twentieth mental barrier. Good, now let's set up Mercy as his heir apparent on his will and business. With brief changes here and there, I was surprised to feel another cold and metal presence within the mind of Luthor.

Admittedly, my first thought was to investigate: but I stopped because there is only one mind besides Luthor that could ever be classified as cold. That presence could only be that other mind that infected Luthor with the nanites. Luthor had already found technology connected to Brainiac, shit.

Pulling back from Luthor's mind, I followed him back to the desk and took the seat that he directed me to and sat with my scotch in hand.

Luthor talked, and I listened, but aside from listening to Luthor drone on about being a self-made man. I was making small tweaks to his mind for Mercy to be placed as an inheritance in his will as well as other back up plans. The things I found in Luthor's mind were beyond revolting. From clones and starting wars to the fact that he killed his own parents and used the insurance money to start his company.

We went back and forth over the whole business world and what the rest of the tech industry had to offer before we closed out the meeting with me still declining the offer to work at LexCorp.

With a goodbye to Lex, I travelled back down with Mercy by my side.

"Sorry, but I won't be needing that ride back. There is a science fair that I would like to attend." I said with a charming smile on my face.

Mercy lifted a single eyebrow, "That is understandable, would you like me to accompany you to this fair?"

"I would love for a lady as lovely as yourself to accompany me?" I replied with a smile.

"I would love to attend, but I have further work to do, maybe I can call you another time," Mercy said before a quick bow before turning around and going back in. I couldn't help but watch that ass; it was so perky you could bounce a quarter off it.

With a smile, I turned away from the beauty. Walking down the sidewalk, I began to wonder if this is the Mercy that is descendant from the Amazon.

Checking the time on my watch, I found it was a little after one. With a wave of my hand, I sent out telepathic summons for transportation. The yellow cab arrived smoothly, and we were off. My watch beeps, and I look down to see the notification of genetic material viable.

There was no stopping the smile that spread across my face; Luthor had no clue what's coming for him. Since he liked to clone Clark so much, I wonder how much he would appreciate it if he was replaced by a clone of my own.

***

Pamela didn't know how to feel. She always thought that after the explosion, she would always be alone in life. Then she found Harley, and everything changed. Harley was a breath of fresh air from all those that were scared of her. With Harley, Pamela thought she was going to live a new life, but that wasn't her destiny.

Now though, Pamela had no clue what to do with Vic. When they first met, her pheromones had no effect, and then Vic went and cured himself of anything that could count as toxic to the human body.

That was the same gift that she gave Harley. What surprised Pamela more was that Vic not only recreated the serum that she gave Harley, but Vic had also expanded it into healing as well.

The trickle-down her inner thigh distracted Pamela from her musing. A delightful shiver ran up her spine from the remembrance of last night's promiscuity. Vic was filled with such virility that she almost couldn't keep up. The thought of last night and how she was stretched so deeply had Pamela's loins moist with need. She thought she had gotten it all while in the shower, but that deep warmth inside her core told her another thing. Closing the computer she was working on, Pamela decided it would be best to take another shower before having Waylon drive her to the Tin Roof In.

From the information Pamela received from Vic, Selina was running the place and had been in Gotham for some time now.

*BEEP*

The sound drew her attention, Pamela changed positions to face the computer Vic liked to use the most. On the screen was something that placed a smile on Pamela's face. The computer screen was flashing green with a toxicology chemical chain that would be able to counteract the joker gas but boosted to override any chemical chain that follows with a nano replicant. Pamela's good feelings would never go away now. Picking up her phone, she sent a message to both her driver and to Vic to update them with the current situation. Now all that was missing was tracking down her girl and the lunch plans with Selina. Pamela would be able to get the information she wanted. Without even looking back at the confirmation, Pamela walked back to the showers to get herself ready for her lunch date.

After a nice long shower after having spent all morning in her labs, Pamela was finally ready for her lunch with Selina, and the buzz of her cell phone was a clear sign that her ride was here. With a final quick look in the mirror, Pamela had one last smile as she looked herself over. Her lips and hair were flawless, and the dress she wore was an autumn leaf amber that matched her hair and made her look delectable. With a nod, Pamela picked up her leaf handbag and left out the front door.

In the parking lot was a custom-built car that Pamela had seen Waylon and Vic work on when she first arrived. Vic had invented something he called an Arc reactor that produces clean energy without any pollution to the environment. When she found out about the reactor, Pamela wanted to view the blueprints and was amazed at how much power was produced by something so small. With a wave to Waylon, Pamela closed the door to the garden house and got into the car. This car, in particular, was an Audi A8, which was custom built by Vic. All sleek black lines with more horsepower than anything else than she had driven before her accident.

Taking her seat in the car, Pamela was greeted with a futuristic interior. Sleek lines and blue lights with hints of computer interfaces. Waylon closed the door, and holograms sprang forth for Pamela to interact with during her ride.

Maybe she could get used to dating someone with such imagination and intellect, Pamela thought to herself. Now, the only thing missing is enjoying this with Harley. The drive was quick, and before she knew it, she was at the Tin Roof Inn bar run by Selina. Pamela looked at the bar from inside the car and noticed the dust and dirt. It was a little after one, and the bar wasn't open yet. Pamela waited for Waylon to get the door: once she was out, she used her extra key to open the door of the bar.

The inside of the bar was dark, with some of the light filtering in through the windows lighting up the dust particles in an amazing display across the tables. Taking a pause at the door frame, Pamela listened for any sounds but heard nothing other than the sound of the opening door. There were no tv sounds, no shower sounds, nothing at all. With a huff, Pamela glided across the grey tiled floor in her stunning four-inch heels that wrapped around her legs made out of an extinct family of cladoxylopsida fern.

This particular breed of fern she was using had such an interesting dash of shading with her skin. The heels made no noise and molded to her feet like a glove. Being aware there was no noise, Pamela cast her gaze towards the back of the bar, where she knew a set of stairs leading up to the living quarters. With a snort, Pamela held her head high and walked in the direction of the stairs. The stairs were firm and did not crack under her steps as she walked up towards the bedroom she knew was located at the top.

With a knock on the door, Pamela heard no call back for entrance. The first thing Pamela noticed was all the cats that slept around the room. The other thing that she noticed was that Selina was sleeping with the blanket half on and half off with her bare behind up and showing to the world. With a slight snicker, Pamela walked over to the bedside to wake up her friend. Without another thought, Pamela yanked out the blanket from where it was wrapped around Selina.

Selina cried out as she rolled out of bed with a murderous look on her face. The look on her face sent a delicious shiver down Pamela's spine as she looked over her friend. Selina was in a crouch on the side of the bed with a truly fierce and intimidating look. Pamela could only shake her head at the sight before her.

"Selina, we should be at lunch right now," Pamela replied with a tap on her wrist. Selina got up but said nothing as she moved over to where one of the cats laid on top of the parlor.

Bending over, Selina picked up a towel and some of her undergarments, "Last night ran late."

Pamela looked her friend up and down, noticing the small bruise around the rib area. With a shake of her head, Pamela sat down at the side table and watched as her friend brushed the cat before walking into the bathroom located at the side of the room.

"I heard you might have seen her last," Pamela said as she listened to her friend go about her wake up routine. There was no reply to her statement, so Pamela just listened. The shower ran while she sat in the seat and waited for Selina to finish what she was doing.

Leaning back, Pamela relaxed as Selina walked back out with a towel around her waist.

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