Chapter Four.


Supergirl arrives outside of the window. She notices Lena working on the computer. Every few seconds, Lena's eyes dart over to the clock and then dart to the doorway. Supergirl steps into the window and lands down on the ground. Lena pops up and relaxes when she turns her attention to Kara. There's a gun somewhat visible on the desk and given some of the things Lena's digging into, it's a pretty rudimentary procedure.

"You can use the elevator if you really want to," Lena remarks to the visitor.

"I could," Kara agrees without missing a beat. "But, I think me popping in the window draws less attention."

Lena shakes her head. Supergirl flying inside of her window only causes the press to run wild with all kinds of interesting rumors, innuendo, and implications which are best left for gossip rags. Then again, journalism these days is not above petty gossip, especially when you are a high-ranking politician or a business leader. Lena shakes her head.

The Girl of Steel crosses the office. The first thing she notices is how tired Lena looks. Then again, given the circumstances, Kara hardly finds it all that much surprising for Lena to be a bit worn down and a bit tired. Kara knows and understands all of the circumstances.

Kara adopts a more businesslike approach as Supergirl despite her budding concern for Lena. She knows Lena knows and Lena knows she knows, but still, it's best they do not acknowledge certain facts in case of plausible deniability. Hell, even Kara's thoughts were kept purposely vague.

"So, you found something that could hurt me that…Cadmus has been working on? I thought they were taken care of."

"They're like cockroaches," Lena says. "It's a weapon which will bring to your knees. And there's a pretty good chance it might remove your powers entirely."

This causes Kara to take in her breath. Her chest retracts and then expands.

"The only way someone can do that is if they use…."

Lena holds up her hand. "Gold Kryptonite, I know. And the only piece of gold Kryptonite on Earth was in Lex's possession. Or at least it was years back. Superman never got close enough for Lex to actually come close to using it on him. And Superman's friend…he made sure it went missing."

Kara nods in confirmation, that's what little she found out. Gold Kryptonite permanently depowers Kryptonians, with enough exposure or being introduced into their blood stream. That works pretty much as well. Kara throws her head back and sighs.

"Any luck at the Safeway kids?"

This question catches Lena off guard although she should not find it surprising Supergirl wants to know. Hell, Lena wants to know more answers and the fact she knows so few answers is pretty galling to her.

"Nothing yet. I don't suppose you know anything about it."

"Well, there's this gentlemen who was seen at the scene, just a short time before three of the girls were abducted over in Bludhaven….I think the Bludhaven abductions and the National City abductions are connected with each other."

The worm hits the water and Lena grabs the bait. She turns away from the computer and offers her full and undivided attention to Supergirl.

"I agree," Lena answers. "I think that they are very much connected. And there are some more sinister forces, if what my mother mentioned off hand is true."

Now Kara's interest piques to a brand new level. She is about ready to ask questions and lots of them. And maybe she would have, if Lena does not stick her hand firmly up in the air to prevent Kara from saying anything. Kara pulls herself away from Lena and takes a deep breath.

"Okay, the guy my contact mentioned. He's a guy by the name of Bell and he works for…."

"Daggett," Lena tells her simply. Lena's expression darkens and her tones. "Again, that bastard really likes to push his luck."

Lena Luthor has about as much respect for Roland Daggett as she may for any successful businessman. The problem, as Lena sees it, is that for all of the success Daggett has for taking GothCorp out of the red after the Ferris Boyle scandal involving Victor Fries, he blows it all up by engaging in activities which are illegal. All in the name of corporate greed. In some ways, Boyle reminds Lena of a less successful Lex. Only Lex is a lot better at getting caught and does have some redeemable qualities, despite his obsession with a certain Kryptonian getting the better of him and landing him in prison.

Daggett's only virtue is his connections and the high priced lawyers.

"Well, if Daggett's involved in some kind of human traffic operation…."

Lena hates to interrupt Supergirl, but there's no way around it. "There's someone more dangerous involved. My mother mentioned that she only warned me about the weapon being stolen because you should fall at humanity's hand and not some sleazy alien from Apokolips."

"How kind of her," Kara says with sarcasm barely held back from her tone. "It lines up with what I found. I found a small piece belonging to a Motherbox. You know what one of those are, right?"

Lena nods. Given that one of Lex's aborted projects involves him intending to rebuild one from scratch, Lena understands what it is. And she understands why anyone using them would be a problem. She rises up to her feet and looks Supergirl dead on in the eye without blinking.

"Be careful out there. If that weapon is in anyone's hands from that place and it can take you down, then they will."

"I know," Kara answers. "Thank you for the warning."

"It's the least I can do after all of the times that you pulled my ass out of the fire."

A smile spreads over Supergirl's face. She stops short of the window. While she assumes Lena already knows, it's her duty to say something.

"Angela Beaumont was among the people who broke into L-Corp last night. She's been brainwashed by whoever is behind this."

"I saw her on the tape," Lena answers. "I know you're going to bring her home…she's not a bad person. She's just had a bad life. I could have had that life…if things had not been different."

"I'll bring her home," Supergirl gently says. "And I'll shut down whoever is doing this."

Lena nods and slips a small flash drive into Supergirl's hand, containing the information she's secured on the device She wants to say something more, but in the interest of keeping up appearences, she doesn't. She just allows Supergirl to leave the office. She stands back a couple of feet and takes a breath. Only one thought passes through her head.

'Godspeed, Kara.'

Nightwing remains on the ledge safely across from the building. Supergirl floats across the room. Nightwing wonders about the nature of the relationship between Supergirl and Lena Luthor. Other than those idle thoughts, he pushes them to the side because it's really none of his business.

'Man, Bruce, you'd be disappointed. I didn't take the chance to pry my nose in someone else's relationship that doesn't concern me.'

Supergirl stops in front of the rooftop.

"There's a weapon which can be used to take me down. Cadmus made it and the guy who is kidnapping the girls, with Daggett's help, he may have it."

"Good work, kid," Nightwing tells her.

"Hey, aren't we the same age?" Kara asks him. "Well, technically, I was in stasis for about all those years…."

"And I've been doing this since I was fourteen," Nightwing remarks to her. This causes an uncomfortable change in Kara's body language. "And yes, I know Batman was reckless allowing a minor fighting the types of villains that's known in Gotham City. But…I'm glad he did. I had a lot of anger issues I had to work out."

"Doesn't therapy exist in Gotham?" Kara asks.

"Not if you actually want to get better."

Nightwing shoots the grapnel across the way. Supergirl follows him so they can figure out where to go next from here.


A ginger-haired man steps out of a limo. He has a severe face with a small scar underneath his right eye. It's a souvenir from an encounter with Batman, when he attempts to blow up the location in Gotham City known as Crime Alley. Daggett still never figures out why Batman is so interested in protecting those rejects of society. They get in the way of development.

His associate, a middle-aged man with dark hair and an ugly blue suit, steps out of the truck. Raymond Bell, Daggett's trusty right hand man steps. He moves on a little bit with a couple of shivers coming through his body.

"Stay sharp."

"I've been dealing with this guy a lot," Bell tells his boss. "And I feel like I need to take a shower every time. He's scummy as they come. Real weirdo."

Daggett barely even registers Bell's concerns. Hell, he's done business in Gotham City long enough not to be put off by someone. The near misses he's felt makes Daggett feel very confident he's going to expand into National City with his plan.

"Gentlemen, come in here."

The man's voice garbles. Sleez appears from the shadows. He dresses in a brown suit which only serves to make him uglier. A fedora tops the top of his head. Bell allows himself a momentary chuckle. All he's missing is a cane and he would be the world's ugliest pimp.

"I'd like to offer you two gentlemen a drink," Sleez tells them.

"No…thank you," Bell comments.

"I'd prefer to not mix drinks with my business," Daggett answers.

Daggett prefers not to accept a drink from this man. It's one thing to do business with him. He's not against doing business with such a man. However, cozying up to him over a drink is another thing entirely. Sleez shrugs, not taking the matter personally, and he pours himself a drink.

The sludge oozing from the cup makes both Daggett and Bell relieved they did not try the drink. Little black worms wiggle from the sludge. Sleez leans in and then puts a finger into drink. He sucks the still wiggling worm into his mouth. Sleez slurps down the drink without any sense of table manners or etiquette.

'The things I do for money,' Daggett thinks to himself.

"We are on schedule," Sleez breaths out. "The chemical we are created will increase the virility and the stamina of any subject."

"So, wait, you're creating some kind of sex drug?" Bell asks.

Daggett turns to his underling with a small smile crossing over his face. "Not just some kind of sex drug. I'm creating, the sex drug. This drug, once it goes out on the market, it's going to make Viagra obsolete. I think it would be best if we sell it in two forms. A distilled form for standard market and a stronger form for the black market."

"I should warn you, this drug is highly addictive," Sleez tells him. He smashes a cockroach on the table and then lightly scoops it up before slurping. Bell holds his hand to his mouth and looks about ready to hurl. "I need my daily dose of protein."

"If it's addictive, then customers will keep coming back and spending more money," Daggett answers.

"I like the way you think, Roland," Sleez comments. "We had a minor setback at the L-Corp operation, but…it's smooth going from here."

"I'm not sure, Mr. Sleez," Bell manages.

Those eyes turn on Bell who regrets speaking up. He has no idea what Sleez might do. Even, Daggett gives Bell a look as if he highly disapproves of Bell speaking up.

"Please, Raymond, it's just Sleez."

Sleez places his slimy hand on Bell's shoulder and instantly Bell wants to take a shower, potentially with acid. He slides back the chair, trying to be discreet and not rude about it.

"There's this guy, dressed in black, that's been snooping around. Not the Bat, but that other guy, some guy, he's got a dragon type thing on his chest, it's blue and it's…"

"You mean Nightwing?" Daggett asks.

Daggett acts casual about this person sneaking around. To be perfectly fair, he'll show more concern if it was Batman who as the one sneaking around.

"He may be the one with Supergirl," Sleez answers. "But, don't worry, I have a plan which will disgrace and destroy both of them."

Sleez reaches forward and wipes a hanging piece of snot from Bell's face. He licks his finger clean which really disturbs both. Bell more so, because Sleez violates his personal space to perform this action.

'Man, I hope my Christmas bonus is worth it this year.'


Supergirl hates waiting around for anything. After they check out the information on the flash drive, along with a couple of pieces of information, it is to Daggett's Chemical Plant, a rarely used one outside of Starling City.

"So, are you sure this is the place?" Supergirl asks.

"Of course, this is the most likely place for Daggett to be doing something," a voice in Kara's ear piece says which causes her to jump up almost ten feet.

Nightwing gently tugs her back into the shadows by the cape. The two stand in the shoulders.

"I see you've hacked the DEO's frequency," Nightwing casually says.

"Well, I've hacked that a long time ago," the voice remarks over both of their ear pieces. "I was just waiting for the right time to jump and introduce myself. So, hey, Supergirl, my name is Oracle."

"Seriously, the Oracle?" Supergirl asks.

"Please don't fan girl when we're on a stealth mission," Nightwing mutters even though he was smiling fondly.

"Sorry, but she's just…well she's a legend," Supergirl says managing to hold herself. "And you hacked the DEO frequencies, they are highly encrypted, I should know because I have a friend who did it and he's going to be so pissed when….."

"Well, it will just give them a chance to try harder when I leave," Oracle answers. "I hope they do better next time because I like a challenge. So anyway….I should let you know that the truck that they stole, the one that the DEO is tracking, is here. I know because Cadmus has been tracking too."

"So, you broke into Cadmus as well?" Nightwing asks.

"It's me, remember."

Nightwing figures just about as much.

"So, maybe you should let the DEO know that their truck is here?" Kara asks. "Or do you want me to do that?"

"I think you should take a look at the truck before you jump to conclusions," Oracle answers. "Nothing is that easy. But, that's something you can only learn in Gotham City. And Daggett does have ties to Cadmus as well, although they let him go when he started working with our sleazy alien friend."

Kara's head spins. She has no idea how this woman has so much information, but one does not build a reputation like she has. The two make their way into the building and around the guards. It's slow going sticking to the shadows. It's best though in some circumstances not to cause a scene.

"According to the official involve, they are supposed to be making cold medicine or pain relief. However, word out in the street is that Daggett Industries is making some kind of sex drug which will make that little blue pill obsolete."

"Why would there be a market for such a thing?" Kara asks.

"Old men who can't perform," Oracle answers. "Those are underequipped in certain areas as well if these reports are right….I'm not sure if it's really healthy and there is side effects. But….people get desperate."

"I get that," Supergirl agrees.

They slip into the basement area. Nothing out of the ordinary just yet, just some old rusted out lab equipment lining the basement walls. They move to another room and there's shelves upon shelves of DVDs. None of them are labeled.

"Okay, I'm going to jump to a conclusion and say that those DVDs are not fit for children," Supergirl says with an exasperated breath.

"Some of them might not even be fit for adults," Nightwing comments.

Dozens upon dozens of mysterious unlabeled DVDs. Dick makes his way to a laptop at the end of the area. It's heavily encrypted.

"I'll watch the door," Supergirl offers.

"Thanks."

Now with Oracle is in the system, Nightwing has a chance to look around and see what he has to deal with. Nothing other than the DVDs in this particular room, although he hazards a guess the content on the DVDs may be questionable by law.

"Well, I didn't really get much information. I guess he's not stupid enough to put what's on those DVDs. I doubt it's the extended edition of Bambi."

Nightwing agrees with Oracle's assessment. He moves and Supergirl follows. The two of them climb up the steps and go into the dock area. The truck stands right there, but it's completely empty. And more crates are being wheeled from the warehouse.

"I can't wait until the boss gets what he wants," a man murmurs.

"That's Bell," Supergirl mutters.

Nightwing sees the man and he shakes and shivers when walking down the way. He's not exactly the most put together man to begin with and now he's a quivering basket of nerves.

"We should follow him."


Nightwing and Supergirl stick the shadows when moving across town. Raymond Bell stops at the entrance and the gates of a facility. He moves down the way. Nightwing and Supergirl follow him and the first thing they see out in a garage is crates of weapons. Supergirl checks out the weapons and takes a deep breath it. Those are the same weapons Intergang use which have been confiscated. They are from the missing shipment that Alex was helping chase down earlier. Supergirl almost has to do a dance in surprise, but stops.

"Call it in if you…."

Both stop when hearing something. Bell disappears down the way and he's talking to someone else. Nightwing walks a bit closer to the window to take a look in. Supergirl follows him close beyond. No one stands there, at least not yet.

Then, he walks back into their line of sight and boy does this gentlemen look rather hideous. Disgusting skin the color of rancid milk, short and hunched over, and teeth which look particularly rotten, and Supergirl stares at him to try and see if it is something she recognizes. The ugly brown suit and disgusting looking fedora he wears only adds to the disgusting appeal of him.

"That must be the guy. That has to be the guy."

The duo slips into the hallway to get a jump on the man. They stop in front of the computer which blinks with information. Nightwing notices a chemical formula on it. He spends a few seconds analyzing the formula with a very dark expression spreading over his face.

"They're manufacturing a date-rape drug," Dick grimly concludes.

"What?" Kara asks.

Kara sees the formula and understands what they are going for. It turns her stomach and adds another depraved layer on top of an already depraved scheme.

"More powerful than anything that's been put out," Nightwing continues. "And there's also a distilled form they're putting out that's the sex drug Oracle's mentioned. And that's bound to have some kind of addictive side effects."

They move into the lab area where the drug is being manufactured. There's only one thought which enters the minds of these crime fighters. They are going to have to shut this place down before the drug reaches the streets.

"Good afternoon, Supergirl."

The disgusting alien moves into the picture with three young ladies around him. They dress in scantily clad clothes, but also are armed with weapons.

"I'm afraid we have not been formally introduced. My name is Sleez."

A fitting name for a fitting person, and Supergirl's eyes dart towards the brainwashed girls next to them.

"What did you do them?" Supergirl demands.

"Oh, such fire, you'll be fun to subvert," Sleez says. He licks his disgusting lips while gawking at her. "I'm an empath. I particularly have a thrill of controlling the emotions of the weak and the vulnerable."

"Yeah, well that's going to stop right now," Nightwing answers. "We're shutting your entire operation down now, Jabba."

"I think not," Sleez says before he motions for the girls. "Attack them my pets."

One of them retracts a baton and sends an electrified whip at Nightwing. Nightwing avoids the whip and jumps into the air. The whip wraps around a pillar and gets stuck. Nightwing rushes down the pillar and takes down the woman, rendering her completely unconscious with one attack.

Supergirl avoids the attack from the biggest of the three women. The fist comes close to connecting Supergirl's face. She adopts a fully defensive approach to fighting her enemy. The Girl of Steel flips behind the woman and drives her down onto the ground. The woman rolls over with Supergirl driving the full force down onto the chest of her enemy. Supergirl steps back from the battle.

The third women attacks Nightwing. Nightwing dodges a baton going into the side of his face. Nightwing grabs his attacker around the arm and takes him down to the ground.

A dart flies and connects Supergirl in the side of the neck. Supergirl's eyes flood over and her blood starts to boil. Supergirl throws her head back and screams, dropping to her knees. She struggles as the drug twists her body and her mind. The strength of the drug pushes back the harder Supergirl fights it inside of her body. And the adrenaline from the battle helps speed about the decay of her inhibitions.

"Yes," Sleez breaths. "Yes, take what's yours!"

Supergirl watches as Nightwing finishes off the final of the women. She licks her lips at the way she moves. The Girl of Steel is sick of being the good little girl scout, standing on the side lines. She knows what she wants and she's going to take it, even if that disgusting villain is there to watch it.

Suddenly, Nightwing slams hard against the wall. Supergirl presses up against him. Her nipples harden through the edge of her costume and her hair swings about wildly. Burning lust fills Supergirl's eyes as she rips at Nightwing's armor in a feverish attempt to remove it.

"I'm tire of playing second fiddle. I'm going to take what I want!"

"You need to fight this," Dick groans.

It was becoming hard for him to fight this, hard being the obvious word. Supergirl's hand moves down and grabs his crotch and squeezes it with a wide smile on her face.

Sleez's excitement only grows. Supergirl is brought to nothing other than a primal animal, ready to take what she wants. He prepares to film this little escapade as Supergirl overwhelms Nightwing and pushes him against the wall.

"Supergirl, you don't want to do this," Nightwing groans.

"Yeah, I do, and you do as well," Supergirl breaths in his ear. "Come on. I know your not-so little friend wants to come out and play."

"Make sure to roll that camera," Sleez tells one of his flukees.

He enjoys what's about to happen. In the eyes of these humans, Supergirl comes close to taking Nightwing, consent be damned. The drug pumps through her body and twists her morality into something else. Sleez smiles widely. One small act, even under the influence, is about to ruin Supergirl's entire reputation. The media would brand her as a rapist and people would lose hope. If their hero can be twisted, then they will lose faith.

Sleez finds the implication quite delicious.

Dick Grayson thinks quickly under fire and then reaches in to grab the back of Supergirl's head. He pushes her hair back and then moves close towards her.

"Oh, finally, you've stopped fighting."

Nightwing attacks her with an aggressive kiss. Supergirl opens her mouth to take his tongue inside. She receives a warm kiss ,with his right hand beginning to slip underneath her skirt to further distract Supergirl for his next play.

A small piece of Kryptonite slides out of lead lined pouch in his utility belt and weakens Supergirl. Nightwing holds the Kryptonite to Supergirl's neck and drags her away towards the exit.

"NO!" Sleez yells.

Nightwing throws a canister into the air which breaks open. A cloud of gas fills the warehouse, with Nightwing using the Kryptonite to pull Supergirl out of the line of sight.

"CLEAR EVERYTHING OUT!" Sleez bellows to anyone who will hear him. "IN AN HOUR! DO YOU HEAR ME?"

He throws his hands up in the air and blasts the camera. The three girls who came with him cower against the wall in fear, not sure what their master will do to them. But given that he was denied his super hero sex tape, it might not be anything good.


To Be Continued on April 25th, 2018.


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