Author Notes:
This is the DC Gothic version of Assault on Arkham. Part 1 follows the plot for the most part but there will be some minor differences along the way. Mostly because Deadshot died years ago and that's put Gothic in charge because he the world's best assassin by merit of killing both Slade Wilson (well sort of) and Floyd Lawson.
The really important part is the second part. This is Gothic's last mission for Waller, after this he goes on to become a crime lord which will be loads of fun. He does this mostly because of what happens here. He gets sick of being by himself and starts to make himself a new harem, so he can have a team again.
It isn't hard to guess whose ends up being the chick in charge of this harem, because she we know who in the Suicide Squad already has the hots for him.
He's still married to Raven at this point but they are separated officially, but she will be in the story. They don't ever divorce, but they have been on different sides since Ace's death which makes it hard to have a normal marriage. Not that either of them are normal in any way.
The Cast
The Wall/ Amanda Waller
Dark Angel / Gothic al Ghul
Batman / Bruce Wayne
Harley Quinn / Harleen Quinzel
Riddler / Edward Nygma
Joker
Captain Boomerang / George Harkness
Black Spider / Eric Needham
King Shark
Killer Frost / Louise Lincoln
KGBeast / Anatoly Knyazev
Penguin/ Oswald Cobblepot
Alfred Pennyworth
The Scarecrow / Jonathan Crane
Doctor Fate / Kent Nelson
Poison Ivy/ Pamela Isley
Raven al Ghul
Stargirl / Courtney Whitmore
DC Gothic – Dark Angel
Riddler's Hideout – Gotham City - 2009
The only light in the room came from the monitor. Only what the glow of the screen showed could be seen, everything else was bathed in darkness.
"Riddle me this:When is a door, not a door?"
When the woman on the other end of the two way video chat didn't answer the Riddler began to speak again.
"It feels like drowning, doesn't it? When the answer is at the edge of your cortex, but you can't seem to grasp it".
"You're trying my patience".
Clearly Amanda Waller was not amused.
"The answer is...when it's Ajar!" said the riddle loving villain.
Clearly he didn't care that Amanda wasn't amused.
"Here is an easy one: What runs around a city, but never moves?
Again the former head of Cadmus didn't even try to answer. However she was no fool, she did know the answers she just didn't feel the need to play this silly game.
"No?" questioned the man in green "Then I'll tell you, the answer is: A Wall!"
Given that the woman he was talking to was often called 'The Wall' it was also clear that the Edward had carefully chosen that riddle.
"What do you want, Nigma?" asked 'The Wall'
Often trying to get a straight answer from the Riddler was a pointless endeavour. Today was no exception.
"I'm in charge so I'll ask the questions" replied the super crook "Try to keep up, wont you".
Waller was just trying to keep the villainous man talking, so she said nothing as the criminal kept yammering on.
"Riddle me this. What belongs to you, but others use it more than you do?"
"Your name" the bureaucrat answered quickly.
"Huh!" said the man in green "You've heard that one before!"
Waller smirked before saying.
"No, I have Google, like the rest of the world".
There had been no time for to look up, so she must of know that she had simply been trying to annoy the insane man.
"Why do you talk to me like this, Waller?" inquired the super villain
'The Wall' smirked again.
"Simple, I needed to keep you babbling long enough to pinpoint your exact position".
"My... what?" said a surprised Riddler before recovering enough to ask. "You sent him after me, didn't you?"
There was no need for either of them to clarify who this 'him' was,
"No" replied Waller "lucky for you. He's busy elsewhere, but I have others to take care of trash like you for me"
That was when one of the walls exploded and smoke grenades were deployed.
"Hands in the air!" called the leader of the special ops team "where we can see them!
"Take him out!" ordered Amanda Waller "and make it hurt!
"Will do" replied the solider in charge of the squad.
That was the leader of the team pushed Enigma face first into the one of the control consoles.
"Riddle me this. Why didn't I quit when I was ahead?" moaned Edward.
Then the lights went out and the screens all went dead. Waller was cut off from her minions or at least she had lost visual contact.
"What is it? Report!"
If they could hear, they didn't answer. A second later she understood why.
"The Riddler is mine!" declared The Batman.
"Switch to night vision!" she heard someone call out before another solider said "Secure the perimeter!"
"Holy crap! It's Batman!" was the last thing a member of her goons got to say before the fight began.
All she heard for a while was gun fire, grunts of pain, cries of agony and then.
"I know you helped him, Nigma. Tell me where it is!".
Waller cursed under her breath and then closed the still open channel before pressing down the intercom button.
"I'm invoking priority level, ultraviolet. Get me Dark Angel and then assemble Task Force X. We have another suicide mission".
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Warehouse - Freedom City - 2009
Slowly the black clad man dropped down from the skylight and landed softly upon the walkway. Below him were five crime bosses, each a major supplier of narcotics, they sat round a table along with a sixth person who was very unlike the others.
"Mr. Crane" one of the overdressed crime lords was saying "well we do appreciate your prompt delivers. Your produce is causing a lot of unfortunate deaths".
"We don't need this sort of attention" added another crime boss "after what happened to that senator's daughter...".
"Please call me Scarecrow" insisted Jonathan Crane "and as for your problem well I'm not responsible for the foolishness of others. Little girls should know better than to inhale strange gases".
"She was sixteen" reminded one of the powerful crooks "she died publicly and worse her father is very well connected. The Justice League could came after us, or worse we might get a visit from Shadow Knight".
The watching figure smirked upon hearing that. He was glad that his short career as a Punisher style anti-hero had been so successful. He'd not put on that mask since he'd met his current employer and yet the bad people still feared him.
"No one has seen Shadow Knight for over a year now" Scarecrow pointed out "if I were you I'd been more worried about the government. This war on drugs has driven so many of you out of business".
The observer knew this to be true, as he had put many a dealer out of business in the most permanent way possible.
"Your tainted products are not helping the situation" said the only woman in the room "the Black Mask is not pleased".
The assassin eyed the woman. She was an 'employee' of the Black Mask, and she typing something into a hand held computer even as she spoke. He wanted that tablet the information held within it could led him to his next target.
"Dark Angel, report" came a voice over a comm device embedded in the killer's right ear.
"Not now" the agent muttered.
"Report in Dark Angel" said the voice "Miss Waller wants to see you".
"Give me thirty seconds" whispered the assassin.
"You have it" said the voice.
The government killer was about to leap into action when one of the bodyguards shouted something out.
"There's someone up there!"
The bodyguards opened fire but they hit nothing but the roof as Dark Angel was already on the move. The government agent jumped and wings made of shadows and magic appeared. They slowed down his fall enough that the table he landed on didn't break.
Then came the fear gas. Scarecrow let some of it loose and it filled the warehouse. If the assassin was bothered by the toxin he made no sign of it, however nearly everyone else started to panic. And that above all else is what got them all killed.
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
Bullets fired from a futuristic pistol ended the lives of five crime bosses and one super villain. Their bullets, the ones that weren't be fired at things that didn't exist, only bounced off the armour the assassin was wearing.
The bodyguards ran for their lives, not willing to face the fears that they saw all around them. The assassin could have killed a few of them, but he didn't bother.
This only left the woman. She stood stock still clasping the small portable computer to her chest. Given that she was most likely seeing him as something that shouldn't have existed outside of her worst nightmares it was a testament to her character that she wasn't curled up into a ball while weeping like a little child.
"Put that thing down, and then run for your life" ordered Dark Angel.
The minion of the Black Mask did as she was told, she placed the small computer on the table and then she ran as if the hounds of hell themselves were chasing her. Perhaps that was even what she thought was happening.
"Times up, agent" said Dark Angel's controller.
"I didn't even that long" snorted the hero once known as Gothic "next time give me a challenge".
There was no reply so Dark Angel got down to business.
"Scarecrow is dead, as are the other targets" he reported "now what does 'The Wall' want from me this time".
The answer was two words, that was all that was needed.
"Suicide Squad"
"Well I was looking for a challenge" said the immortal with a sigh.
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Task Force X Headquarters – Location Classified - 2009
"I got the hangover, but I don't recall the party"
"Oh crap! Not this again!"
"It's like a bloody recurring nightmare".
"Who the hell are you people?".
Those were just some of the comments that Dark Angel and Waller listened to as they walked towards the holding cell that contained the latest incarnation of the Suicide Squad.
"Will Quinn be a problem?" inquired Waller "I know you two have had a few encounters over the years".
"She likes me, so we should be fine" answered the immortal "if I pay her enough attention to her, that should reduce the chance of her turning on us. Should we have to deal with The Joker".
Quinn's knowledge of the Asylum made her necessary for the mission, but she was very unpredictable when compared to the other members of the team.
"Just remember that the Riddler is the real target" reminded Waller "if everything goes well The Joker won't be an issue at all".
There was then a short pause before Waller spoke again.
"I'll need to kill one of them to make an example to the others" reasoned Amanda "It will either be the Russian or the Shark".
"My money is on the Russian" said the immortal in a way that seemed very sure.
"I'll bet you a weekend off that's its the Shark" Waller said after thinking it over "it's an animal that needs to put down. If I win you owe me dinner".
"Fair enough" replied the immortal "I'll be sure to enjoy the time off".
They stopped outside the door, but Waller had more to say before she opened the door.
"Are you sure you want to be gassed with the rest of them, Angel?" asked The Wall.
"Yes" replied the squad's leader "they will need to see me as one of them if I'm going to led them, so it's better if it looks like I'm just as expendable. I'll reinforce that by acting like I don't like you much".
Which he didn't really, but normally he tried to get along with his boss for the sake of the work.
"And please don't call me 'Angel'. I already fight monsters while wearing all black. Next I'll start brooding between evenings spent stalking a sixteen year old super heroine, and I really am over the whole having a super powered teenage girlfriend thing".
Waller had no clue what her top agent was on about, aside from the last line, so he said.
"Do you ever watch television?"
Rather than answer the head of Task Force X simply opened the door and addressed the convicts.
"Stop!" she ordered when she saw one of the potential members trying to break out of the cell "Sit down!"
She'd already lost the bet she realised, as the Russian was the last to sit.
"I'm Amanda Waller. I'm here to indoctrinate you convicts into our special forces"
"Pass" said Killer Frost
"I kill to keep degenerates off the streets. I won't work alongside them" protested Black Spider.
"Fresh air and time off my sentence" said Captain Boomerang "Feel free to keep calling me up, love"
Waller ignored the comments and explained further what was going on.
"Task Force X is an off-the-books government strike team, made up of convicts with no hope for release, serving as expendable agents, for impossible missions. Succeed, and I'll shave time off your sentences".
"If we don't?" one of the crooks asked.
"You'll be dead" answered Waller "Any other stupid questions?"
There were in fact more queries.
"Yeah, what's in my neck? A tracker?" Killer Frost inquired.
"Yes, and a powerful nanotech explosive" informed Waller "Run away, get yourself captured, disobey an order, hell, give me a right answer too slowly, and I'll blow your head clean off!"
"You're lying" said the communist themed super villain "You would not take all of this trouble, just to kill us"
Neither Waller or Dark Angel said anything. They just stepped aside and allowed the massive man to leave.
He'd made it a grand total of three steps out of the room before his head exploded.
"Anyone else?" asked Waller, when no one said anything she added "I didn't think so".
"Told you so" whispered Dark Angel quietly, as he brushed some fragments of the Russain's skull off his jet black armour
"So what's the caper this time" inquired Captain Boomerang.
"We're going to break into Arkham Asylum" answered Gothic.
All the convicts other than Quinn made some sort of negative comment.
"I know that voice" she said before something clicked in her head "Boy Toy!"
Everyone was naturally confused so Dark Angel took of the mask he wore these days to show a face most of the convicts recognised.
"Gothic!" "Shadow Knight" "The Immortal".
Had they been standing everyone but Black Spider would of taken a step backwards. Only Spider didn't fear the former Shadow Knight, and that was only because they had worked along similar lines.
Harley, being the odd ball that she was, actually ran forwards and hugged the government funded assassin.
"Wow! You grew up" she remarked "Boy Toy's become a real man".
That was when she started to rub one of her hands down the agent's chest before attempting to grab something.
"Still a big boy were it counts" she said with a smirk.
Dark Angel had aged since their last encounter, but that was only him reaching his physical peak, rather than true aging.
"Glad you still think of me that way, Sexy" replied the assassin/government agent as he moved Quinn's hand to a safer place "but why don't we leave that for later".
"What's the plan?" asked Boomerang as he really didn't want to sit here and watch Quinn feel up the immortal.
Amanda Waller seemed to agree as she got on with things.
"A week ago, while in my employ, a low life calling himself The Riddler managed to gain access to my computer systems".
With that a flat hologram was projected into the room so that everyone could see a copy of the stolen information.
"He downloaded a file containing the identities and histories of every current, past and potential member of the suicide squad".
"Including ours" added Dark Angel.
"He's threatening to release it all onto the Internet" Waller continued
You're going to get it back. Riddler's got one copy, and it's on a thumb drive in his cane, which is locked away in the Arkham property room"
"In the intensive treatment building, right under the solitary confinement cells" remarked Quinn as she remained latched onto the immortal.
Dark Angel found it odd that no one seemed to wonder why Amanda Waller didn't just have the Riddler's possessions confiscated. He knew the real reason but still no one else seemed to have figured that out.
"So we get someone inside" reasoned the Black Spider.
"Is it me? Can it be me? I call dibs!" called out the perky blonde
"She's a wild card" pointed out the Black Spider, who was thinking like a professional assassin.
"Harley Quinn, has an encyclopedic knowledge of Arkham's layout and its logistics" Waller said, explaining her reasoning.
"Hold on, is she gonna be okay that close to Joker?" inquired a worried Captain Boomerang.
"I'm fine, we're done. He's a jerk! I'm moving on" insisted Quinn.
"Yeah, we can see that" said Killer Frost snidely.
Knowing that timing was important. Waller kept the information coming.
"You'll be snuck into Gotham in the dead of night. Once there you'll rendezvous with a power broker who will set you up for the break in".
More information was brought up using the hologram projector.
"This is as off-the-grid as it gets. So let's keep the body count to a minimum. I don't want this getting on the news".
"What about B-man?" asked the red and black wearing Quinn
"He has his hands full on another case" Waller answered "In fact, we work it right, we might be able to take advantage of him. But that will be up to Dark Angel as he will be in command of the operation while I act as overseer".
That was when the immortal stepped forward and somehow managed to look like the man in charge even while Quinn seemed to be trying to nuzzle his chest.
"I've worked with a lot of teams over the years" said Dark Angel "and I never like to lose anyone, so believe me when I say that if you follow orders and work together then you will get through this alive. We follow the plan we get the hard drive and we get the hell out of there. Then you're bombs will be defused and we can all back to whatever it was we were doing before today".
While he was making his speech Waller left the room, and before anyone could react she gave an order over the inter comm.
"Gas them!
(Line Break)
Airplane - Above Gotham - 2009
"Well I didn't see that coming" remarked the immortal as he woke up.
For years now Dark Angel had been immune to most sedatives but that mixture of gases had contained things he had no defence for. Still given the massive exposer he was most likely totally resistant to it now, and he couldn't complain too much as he had planned to act as if he was being knocked out along with the rest of the team.
"You and me both, big boy" agreed Quinn before restarting the flirting
Maybe, when we get into Gotham, I can show you some the local sights. I know some really tight places".
"Maybe, if we have time" replied Dark Angel "but we do need keep focused on the..."
"Hey Harley" interrupted the Australian "if you're giving it away for free maybe I could get a sample".
Clearly she wasn't interested.
"Eh! You wish! Why don't you go practice playing your didgeridoo with the shark guy"
"Try it, and it'll be the last thing you ever put in your mouth?" threatened King Shark.
Killer Frost laughed and gave the man-eating freak a flirtatious look.
For a moment Dark Angel felt nostalgic. He'd hadn't realised until now how good it could feel to work as a part of a team. He even enjoyed being the leader.
"No one wants you Boomerang Man" insulted Harley
"Yeah well we'll see if your still singing that tune once I'm through with your new boyfriend" the Captain threatened.
"Stop fighting children" Dark Angel ordered firmly.
"Listen to the man" instructed Black Spider who now had a knife to Boomerang's neck after somehow escaping his shackles "I want to get out of this alive so keep your mouth shut and follow orders. If you don't I bleed you and leave your body where no one will ever find".
Gothic was able to turn his head enough to make eye contact with Spider, and unspoken mutual respect passed between the two assassins.
"Oh, ninjas are so awesome!" said an impressed Quinn.
That was when the lights all changed an and alarm went off.
"Please check that all restraints are secure and in place" said Dark Angel as the plane got ready to eject them "and remember to keep your head, hands, arms, legs, and feet inside the vehicle at all times.
"Does that mean were there?" asked Quinn before the they all got dumped out of the plane.
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Back Streets – Gotham - 2009
"Good one! Good shark!" praised Killer Frost as she rested in the arms of King Shark.
"Oh, Christ that hurt" complained the immortal as he picked himself off the pavement.
Normally he would of used his magic wings, but that required a little focus and not having failed parachute wrapped around him. Also bouncing off that lightening rod hadn't helped.
"Crikey. How the hell did you survive?" asked Captain Boomerang "you can't be walking around after a fall like that you should be dead".
"There's a reason I'm sometimes called 'The Immortal'" reminded Dark Angel "I can't die, so think about that before deciding to betray me".
Everyone did just that for a moment or two
"Where's, Sexy?" inquired Gothic, as he felt his injuries heal.
"Don't worry! I'm fine. I fell on my head" Quinn assured everyone.
"Good, no risk of real injury there" the immortal remarked.
"Great! Now, how do we get to the rendezvous unseen?" questioned Boomerang.
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The Sewers – Gotham – 2009
The group was making good time. Black Spider was scouting ahead while King Shark carried Killer Frost and Dark Angel was giving Harley Quinn a piggy back. Which involved her holding on very tightly and sometimes saying 'giddy up'.
Somehow the team's leader had prepared for this trip. Everyone was sucking on extra strong mints to help deal with the smell and those who could had stuffed scented tissue paper up their noses.
"This is flipping bonkers!" complained the man from down under "Sloshing through the sewage so a guy dressed like a bat won't spot us"
"Hey if you want to take the Bat on solo be my guest" offered Gothic "it would get you into Arkham ahead of the rest of us. Assuming of course that you don't end up in intensive care after the beating he'll give you".
"Oh seconds thoughts. Never mind. We're practically there" said Boomerang, wisely changing his view on the subject.
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The Ice Berg Lounge – Gotham - 2009
"We're closed! Private party!" said a thug looked through the hatch on the door.
"Waller sent us" was all the immortal said.
That was all that needed to be said.
"This way. He's waiting on you" said the lead thug as he led the squad to the ruler of this little kingdom.
"Nice place" commented Killer Frost "I just love polar bears".
The rest of the team had a more negative option about the hungry looking white furred bears who had very sharp claws.
"Your guests have arrived, Mr. Cobblepot".
The Penguin, as he was more commonly known, was currently enjoying a plate of raw fish along with a glass of red wine. Which was a sight nearly as offensive as the crime lord's table manners. Plus everyone knows that you should only drink dry white wine with raw fish. What was next? Passing the port to the right!
"Right, right. Come in!" greeted the Penguin "Welcome to the Iceberg Lounge. I'm just finishing my supper... Wait Shadow Knight ...you're Dark Angel?"
"I am Mr Cobblepot" informed the assassin "and I'd be grateful if you didn't let that get around. A request from one professional to another".
Penguin laughed and then said to his men.
"This is the guy that took down both Slade Wilson and Floyd Lawson before he was even twenty. He was the best freelance assassin that money could buy. Hired him five times last year and he only failed me on one job".
Everyone in room turned to look at the immortal. The entire Suicide Squad were now even more impressed and scared of him than they had been when he'd walked away from hitting the pavement after his chute failed.
The Immortal himself just found it amusing that criminals had been willing to pay him a lot of money to do something he would have done for free.
"I did refund your money with ten percent interest" pointed out Gothic before getting on with the business at had. "Now I was told you could get us into Arkham".
"I can, indeed" assured Cobblepot "I've made arrangements to sneak
you into the crazy farm. Follow them to..."
That was when the Penguin noticed Harley Quinn.
"You! Clown!"
Suddenly a lot of guns were being pointed at the squad.
"You're still not mad about that truck, are you, Pengie?" Quinn asked.
A "wah, wah" noise was 'helpfully' provided by Killer Frost.
"Cause it feels like you are" the clown girl finished.
"You cost me money, funny girl!" fumed the crime lord "Her and her loony boyfriend lit up one of my trucks full of cigarettes up, and then drove it into the river! Just for a laugh!"
There were an awful lots of guns. Even an immortal wouldn't be much good here, at least not enough to save anyone else.
"Does it matter that Mr. J and I aren't together any more?" asked Quinn.
Apparently it didn't.
"Nobody steals from me and walks away! It's bad for business!"
That was Gothic saved them all from the nasty experience of being shot full of hot lead.
"Speaking of business" started the immortal, who moved to shield Quinn while holding a USB drive between two fingers "I was on a job a few days ago and by good fortune I ran into one of the Black Mask's lackeys. I managed to get my hands on some information that his henchperson had, and I made a copy".
With that Dark Angel started to twirl the drive between his fingers. The effect was oddly hypnotic.
"By now Black Mask must know that this data is no longer private, so he'll have changed his appointments and such, but still there's a lot in here. Cargo manifests, contact information, names of government officials he bribes, drop off point for his smuggling operations and so on".
Everyone in the squad relaxed as they saw the greed in the Penguin's eyes.
"Black Mask has been recovering a lot of what he lost thanks to the Red Hood, but he no longer has the stranglehold on Gotham that he once did. An enterprising business man, such as yourself, could make a fortune selling off this information to the right buyers or they could even take him on directly".
Either would suit Dark Angel just fine.
"Fine, fine" agreed Cobblepot "I'll make sure not one touches her but keep her out of my sight and I don't want to see her here again. The rest of you have the run of the upper floor. I got rooms for each of you, food, plenty of supplies and a free bar too. Knock yourselves out".
The files were exchanged for the flash drive and the Penguin knew that he'd gotten the most out of this bargain.
"You deploy tomorrow night under the cover of darkness. The rest of the details are in the folders. Memorise and then destroy them".
"Ever the charmer, aren't you" commented the captain as the Suicide Squad was taken to the upper floors.
"Bite me, boomer!" she replied.
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The Ice Berg Lounge – Gotham - 2009
"Listen mate" said Captain Boomerang as Dark Angel entered the bar now wearing his signature long black coat "We got off on the wrong foot. Have a drink with me".
"Sure, but don't drink to much I need you sharp tomorrow" the team's leader said as he drank down some beer.
The immortal hadn't been able to get drunk, at least not with magically spiking his drink, since two thousand and four, but that didn't mean he wouldn't drink in order to be sociable.
"Yeah the last thing I want is a hangover when in a place like Arkham" George Harkness agreed "How about a game of darts, then?".
That got everyone's attention. Boomerang was considered to be one of the best marksmen in the world as was the Immortal. This would be a clash of the titans, or it would be if the precursors to the Olympians ever went and played pub games.
Both men picked up three darts and the Australian went first. It was a simply throw to start with but Harkness used his left hand and closed his eyes.
Bets were already being made but many had no idea who to bet on.
"Fifty points" someone called out.
The former Shadow Knight matched the move but hit the spot worth sixty points.
Harkness went next. He turned around and threw the dart over his shoulder, using the bar's mirror to help him aim.
"Bullseye" one of locals said.
"Just a lucky shot!" another countered.
"Your turn Dark Angel" prompted Boomerang.
Gothic turned around and repeated the trick and hit triple twenty again. Which was harder to hit that the bullseye and was worth more points.
"Bloody hell!" the man from down under called out.
Then Captain Boomerang did an even more impressive trick shot. His dart bounced off several items before again hitting the bullseye
"150 points" some one called out.
The immortal already 120 points as he'd hit the triple ring twice already. That was the only part of the board worth more than the bullseye so the highest score possible with three darts was 180, but even if the assassin only scored double twenty he'd still win. The real trick would be doing in a way flashier than Captain Boomerang's last throw.
"Everyone stand back" requested the immortal.
When they all had Gothic threw the dart straight up into the air and then kicked it. The dart hit double twenty and everyone cheered.
"Some motherfuckers are always trying to ice skate uphill".
No one other than the government paid killer had any idea why he'd said that but it didn't matter as it had been a really impressive move.
"Best two out of three" offered the immortal.
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The Ice Berg Lounge – Gotham - 2009
"Eric I have a contract that needs filling" said Amanda Waller to Black Spider as the team's other assassin got ready for bed "and I'm willing to pay triple your normal fee".
"I'm listening" Needham replied.
(Link Break)
The Ice Berg Lounge – Gotham - 2009
Dark Angel entered his room and started to strip off. He would of finished the job but his bed got noisy and something under it was trying to get his attention.
The immortal walked over to the bed and pulled down the covers to reveal a naked Harley Quinn, who was securely tied to the bed. She was also completely naked.
Gothic slowly pulled away the duct tape that had kept the female villain from talking.
"Are you sure you use to be in the Justice League, cause this isn't how they usually tied people up. Would of been a lot more fun if they had".
The assassin got into the bed and then said.
"I'm just making sure that Penguin doesn't bump into you. If he killed you I'd have to kill him, and that would spoil the whole operation".
"It's so nice that you care enough to use bondage" replied Quinn "now are we gonna go again or are you just going to gag me again and go to sleep cause either way it's all good".
Gothic considered just leaving her there. Harleen didn't mind going through what most woman would consider abuse, but he wasn't one to take kinky fun to far so he decided to tire Quinn out before going to sleep. Anyway he was pretty sure that she could of get free if she wanted to so he untied her.
It started with gentle kissing, soon it become passionate, and then extremely passionate as the immortal's hands began creeping slowly up her thighs and down again to a very warm and wet place. Which was as tight as advertised. Further proof, if any was needed that the Joker had never done much with her other than smack her around.
While Gothic was making sure she was wet enough for him, her lips left his and she started to kiss his neck. She almost bite the assassin as he had done to her earlier in the evening, but she decided not to as it seemed that he wanted her to be more submissive. Which she was happy to be as Gothic did scare her a bit, but he'd also protected her so she wasn't worried about him hurting her any more than she wanted to be hurt.
Dark Angel's breathing was harsh as he gripped Harley's thighs and she felt how strong the former member of the Justice League really was. What he was doing caused her some mild pain but she liked that.
The immortal was trying to control himself but her breasts were distracting him as his hands moved to touch her around her cunt. Her boobs were perky, round, and as he reached out to cup them, he realized that they were perfectly sized for his hands. Not as big as some he had played with but plenty big enough to enjoy.
He took one of her light pink nipples into his mouth and heard Harley's sharp intake of breath as he bit her again. Quinn was going to be covered in love bites by morning as the immortal marked his new mate, but the funny girl didn't care one bit. Then he moved to her other breast and began to suckle gently on the until now neglected nipple. He bit down again and Harleen screamed in pleasure. The rough treatment only made her wetter. Harley was squirming under his treatment.
The man once known as Shadow Knight then kissed Quinn's stomach. He was teasing her by not actually letting his mouth touch her pussy, and that just made her want to beg for more.
Then one finger slid in between her lips. It was a gentle touch and Quinn did start begging for more. He obliged, finally letting his finger slowly go deeper inside her, then a second finger joined the first. Her hips began to grind against his hand as he expertly moved his digits. She'd was quite willing to hump his hand at this point.
By now she was getting close to an orgasm, but he took his time wanting it to last, wanting to make her cum when he wished it.
Harleen reached out to grab her new lovers' cock and she started to tug on it, badly wanting to please Dark Angel as he kept bringing her closer and closer to her orgasm.
Her eyes were closed, mouth slightly parted, head tilted back as if in rapture. Her chest pushed out as she took deep breaths, making her breasts seem larger.
Even her moans got louder and finally she made it.
"Yahtzee!"
She didn't get much of a chance to recover before he inside her and was pounding her relentlessly. He was animal like in the way he took her. He growled into ear and that sent shivers up her spin. There was real evil in him, she knew it well and that made her want to submit even more. She did after all love the madness.
Quinn was tight and he wasn't sure how long he could hold on, but he figured it wouldn't really matter since Harleen sounded as if she was going to get a two for one deal anyway.
Harley's legs were clenching tightly around the goth's hips as she felt another orgasm building up inside her. She tried to speak, to tell him something that would express how happy she was right now but she couldn't find the breath for it.
Thankfully he was nearing his end, he wasn't going to deny himself a good climax. She wanted to encourage him since she knew men just loved to hear that sort of thing, but she hit her peak once again, and couldn't of spoken a word even if would of gained her a million dollars.
A few more thrusts and he was cumming inside her. It was so deep and so warm. He rolled off her but didn't let go of her or just fall asleep and Harley found herself badly wanting to say something. However while she was insane, she wasn't stupid. What she wanted to say would scare off any man so she kept her mouth shut and let herself be held.
She could worry about the future later, for now she was going to let herself
be happy.
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The Dream World
"Yahtzee!" giggled the ascended being Ace as the swung herself high into the air.
"Hearing you say that is so weird" commented the immortal as she sat down on the vacant swing next to this dead friend "Please don't do it again. Also, I just have to ask, why do we always end up at this park? The psychedelic trees are cool an all but I'm a little old to be hanging around a playground".
It did make him feel a little creepy what with Ace looking so young in these dreams. When he last seen her in the flesh, she'd been twenty years old and a grown woman.
"You brought me here" explained the teenage looking Ace "not here, but this place is based on the playground near your house in Jump City. It was my birthday and it was just you and me for hours. I was happy then".
Dark Angel looked around and realised that yes he had indeed brought Ace here shortly after moving into the home that had once been one of Slade Wilson's hideouts.
"I didn't remember that when I was last here" he said "of course it didn't have purple trees and thorn-bush walls".
Of course most playgrounds tended to look like any other playground, or at least they did to adults.
"Why Harley Quinn?" asked Ace as she stopping swinging herself "she's totally nuts you know".
"Says the higher power who keeps bringing me to a park in my dreams so I'll push her on the swings" remarked the former Shadow Knight before putting his words into action.
After he'd pushed Ace for a while Gothic spoke again, finally answering the question.
"Okay so I admit that I've been a bit lonely. It's not like you visit very often and Raven can't exactly hang out much with the world's most deadly government-funded assassin".
Well they still managed to spend time together now and again they didn't get to see each other as much as they would like due to conflicting time tables and divided loyalties.
"Sorry" apologised Ace "I'd visit you ever night if I could but there are rules you know, and you'd go crazy from not having normal dreams. I'm not really even suppose to talk you like this at all, but dreams are kind of loophole. Anyway if you actually saw me in reality I'd be incorporeal and I'd have to be all cryptic again and say stuff like:
"When the mind is enlightened and the spirit is free, the body matters not".
"Ah, the Oma Desla treatment" said Gothic "If you immediately know the candlelight is fire, then the meal was cooked a long time ago".
The former telepathic meta-human went into a fit of giggles before saying.
"I haven't heard that one. I so have to use it next time I'm handing out annoying and nearly useless advice to someone".
Her advice did actually help people, it just tended to be hard to figure out and often it wasn't much help into the exact moment you really needed it. Which was good as it saved lives, but it was damn annoying.
"So why are you talking to me like this?" inquired the world's greatest assassin "the first time it was just... well you only empathized a few words that time which was helpful in finding Waller, but after that you went all cryptic. Now it's like your actually in my head. Which you shouldn't be able to do cause you know the whole mental shield thing".
Ace looked as if she was thinking something over before she replied.
"It's hard to explain, but you're not actually in your head right now. We're in a sort of dream world which is outside reality. Technically you're in my mind as this is my dream world only I don't actually have a head any more as I'm most made of energy and thought, and I'm really not explaining this very well".
With that Ace sighed and tried to explain in a different way.
"Even a dead god can dream" she said in Old One speech
"Or at least a girl can die, become a goddess type thing and the bring her older brother figure into that dream" figured the immortal.
Which was sort of correct.
"The important part is this: You can't tell anyone about our time together it has to be our secret, so as long as you keep your mouth shut I can give you advice that isn't meant to bypass logical thinking and force the listener into deep contemplation of a spiritual nature in order to expand their understanding of the mystical nature of the universe".
That took a moment to process.
"Wait so you're actually meant to talk in that Zen Buddhism Koan thing all the time?" the immortal inquired "this is an actual rule!".
"What is the sound of one hand clapping?" Ace asked.
The immortal raised his right hand and start tapping his finger tips into his palm.
"Every Simpson's fan knows that one" he remarked.
Ace giggled again.
"Yeah, if anyone does find out that I'm kidnapping you from your dreams just tell them I say stuff like that, and that it leaves you all confused and yet somehow wiser".
"Well it use to work that way" reasoned the immortal "now I'm just confused cause while I know you're taking a risk doing this I really don't know why. Aren't you always watching over me?".
Indeed she was, although few would ever figure it out.
"Yeah I'm always looking out for you. Without me you'd be frozen in a box somewhere in Area 51 by now, you big idiot" Ace said with great affection.
That had been one possible outcome.
"So is this... whatever you'd call it going to be a regular thing?" the former leader of the Teen Titans asked.
"As often as I can" promised his former team-mate.
Then Ace got off the swing and took her friend by the hand over to what had seconds a go been a slide. Somehow it was now a bed.
"It's risky but here I'm all solid and can be touched" she explained "I control reality here so we can.. you know".
With that Ace made herself look as old as she had been when she had died.
"But before we get to that" said Ace "I need you do something for me".
It was hard to say no since the ascended woman was now naked. Gothic always had trouble saying no to nude girls. It was a flaw he'd never tried to correct.
"You must not kill Batman" instructed Ace "you could end up killing him in Arkham I've seen that time line play out, and it is not fun".
"Don't kill Batman, got it" replied the immortal already hard at work with Ace's breasts "I don't think I could anyway".
"Oh you could" the ascended girl replied as she started toy undress her former boss "I've seen you do it".
Dark Angel thought on it for a moment and realised that actually he might be able to do it. Batman was getting older and slower while he was becoming more skilled over time.
"Okay so maybe I could but that doesn't mean I will. I don't really want to hurt him either. Even he is a massive douchebag".
"But that doesn't mean you can't kick his ass" encouraged Ace as she turned around and bent over the bed " but for now shut up and do my ass some damage. I've been breaking the rules and so I need to be punished".
Dying and then ascending to a higher plan of existence had really changed Ace in ways both very interesting and a little scary.
"Oh two sexy and very kinky ladies in one night. I am so lucky" Gothic said before grabbing the hips of his higher power guardian angel.
"Yahtzee!" Ace said again.
To Be Continued.
Seemed a good place as any to end the chapter.