Author Note.

A guest review asked for some Kara-Gothic one on one. So I put this together for those of you like this partnership.

DC Gothic – Justice League

Domestic

Slade Wilson's Former Safe House – Jump City – October 2002

Moving house is normally very stressful. There's a lot to do. Things to be packed. Many boxes had to be acquired. Furniture needed to be loaded onto vans and then unloaded into the new place. And that was just the physical stuff. There was also paper work involved. Payments for bills had to be set up as well.

All of which had been handled by my Kryptonian girlfriend as she zipped around as a blur for almost the entire morning. By lunch time I'd just about managed to sort out my weapons, pack them and then unpack them in the one of the hidden rooms that lay beneath the house. Really it shouldn't have taken that long, but I'd gotten distracted by what I'd found beneath the average looking house. The rooms above the ones I was standing in now looked very normal, and it fact they were as it was actually nothing more than a three-story house.

The top floor was all bedrooms. Three of them to be exact. Guest rooms I'd assumed when first seeing them, and two of them would soon be occupied. Ace was going to live with Kara and I full-time as that was the safest arrangement for her. Not only would the girl have the protection of a fellow meta-human and Supergirl, the young telepathic meta-human couldn't read or alter my mind in any way and Kryptonians have some good mental defences off their own. Granted Ace could read Kara's surface thoughts and even make telepathic contact but she couldn't get into my girlfriend's mind the way she could do with others, so there was no temptation to start messing around with our heads or to rewire our brains.

Blackfire would take the other bedroom as mostly she had no where else to go. Her exile to Earth required her to be a member of the Justice League, and this had been agreed upon to help strengthen relations between the League and the alien planet of Tamaran. Which was something I approved of them doing. It was smart given the tensions here on Earth it was a good idea for the League to make alliances with the rest of the galaxy. The rest of the time she'd be staying her in Jump City because unlike in other parts of the world meta-humans and aliens were more accepted here.

The second floor of the house contained two more bedrooms, a bathroom and the master bedroom with its own en suite. That was going to be my room, and while Kara would have her own space she would be sleeping in my bed. The other bedroom was for Raven, assuming that she ever returned, she really did need her own space due her occult studies, and it wasn't such a bad arrangement really as it showed that I didn't favour either of them when it came to our domestic arrangements.

As for the first floor that contained pretty much what you would expect. A kitchen, a laundry room, a living room, a dining room, and there was even a study. All the rooms had the latest mod cons and the TV alone was easily worth more than a thousand dollars.

Clearly Slade had gone all out when setting this place up, it even had most of the furniture we need already set up. The only odd thing about the place, other than the hidden rooms, was that it had not been lived in. This house had never been anyone's home until now.

Not that I really cared about such things. Interior decorating and design was not something that drew my interest. What did get my attention was the basement.

Upon first glance it did just seem like a small room what could be used for storage or even as a wine cellar. However Kara's X-ray vision had spotted the oddity that was lead shielding. Which had at first made think that the basement had once been a bomb shelter. However a quick investigation had uncovered a hidden door and a staircase which led to a series of rooms hidden beneath the house.

By the looks of things it was Slade's version of the Batcave. It was smaller and it wasn't one large chamber, but it had a lot of what a crime fighter needed to protect a place like Jump City. There was a computer room/lab which had the instruments required to monitor the entire city. There was an armoury, which contained many of the weapons that I knew how to fight with a few I couldn't even hazard a guess as how to use. A fully equipped gym/training room, which I would be making use of a lot. Last of all there was well stocked workshop I had no idea what half the machines did, but before long I was starting to figure some of it out.

So far I'd only managed to get some sort of fabricator working. It was a lot like a 3D printer only it moulded metal rather than plastic. It couldn't make anything larger than a cooking pot, but it was capable of creating things like throwing stars and small blades.

This was handy for me as I had lost a few of my toys during my adventures. The police here always made a good effort to return any tools the Titans had lost while fighting crime, but there was a large market for Super Hero memorabilia. People swapped, sold and even sometimes stole collectables, and in Jump City there were no major celebrities other than the Teen Titans. Which was partly why it was so sad that the group didn't exist any more. However most people in this part of the world didn't tend to treat us heroes as if they were celebrities, we didn't get stalked and the media rarely hounded us either. But still you had the odd person who did obsess over us, and most likely one of them had recovered my missing weapons and kept the tools of my craft for themselves.

Again I didn't really care much about that sort of thing. People could be weird and given that I had mugged the odd mugger, and even stolen a wallet from a burglar. I had no right to judge another person for taking things that didn't really belong to them.

Besides thanks to the machines I'd found, and the all the money I'd inherited from Slade Wilson, I didn't have to worry about paying for replacements. Deathstroke had ensured that his apprentice would be provided for very well.

Currently I was working on my own version of the birdarang. Robin's birdarangs were essentially two crescent blades mounted on a handle. The blades consisted of a strong metal alloy which were had razor-sharpness so that they are capable even of cutting through a large range of materials. However the birdarangs could also be employed to knock an opponent out via blunt force trauma. I'd learned how to throw them to achieve either effect during my early training and I still had a few birdarangs. I'd painted them black to make them look a little different, but that was all.

As for my throwing weapon. It was a small and flat oval, with a skull engraved upon it. This part would be held while the two curved blades on either side of the disc part would do the damage. It was more circler than a birdarang and heavier. Which meant I would have to throw it in a different way, but I could adapt easily enough.

Also my throwing weapons would not be so versatile, or as durable as I lacked the technical knowledge required to create such sophisticated implements of crime fighting. However that didn't mean I couldn't cheat using magic.

Enchanting any weapon was time-consuming process, and doing so didn't actually make the instrument any easier to use. Which was likely why Raven had never bothered to enchant anything of mine. In fact the idea might never of crossed her mind, as she studied the occult to learn new spells and so that she would have the knowledge to defeat mystical foes.

I on the other hand was always looking for spells that would help me to win the next fight. I liked to have plans in place for defeating foes and having magically enhanced weapons would give me more options during a battle. I might be pretty tough by human standards, but compared to some of the threats out there I was still a small fish. So I intended to be a small fish with some sharp teeth.

Upon the prototype skull disc (which was the only name I could think up for the thrown weapon) I had delicately engraved a few words in R'lyehian. If I had done it right, which was questionable at this point, it should enchant the disc in a way that increased the metal's integrity. The word ehye translated as integrity or cohesion. My hope was that this spell would increase the density of the steel I'd used when manufacturing the disc.

Of course it could also weaken the molecular cohesion of the materials. I'd tested the spell verbally upon a piece of wood and the magic had turned into something I could only call sludge. A handy spell if you ever got locked up somewhere as then you could turn a wall into something resembling goo or if you needed to melt something metallic in nature, like say a dangerous weapon, but had no way to generate the heat required. But that wasn't the effect I was going for right now.

Thankfully magic tended to be influenced by a person's intent and emotional state. So as long as I kept focused on what I wanted to achieve and didn't get frustrated the spell should do what I wanted it to. Also if it did work as hoped I could enchant other things. Not just weapons, a spell that increased the molecular cohesion of an object had many uses. For example I could maker my body armour tougher without actually having to increase its weight.

The only flaw my plans was that there were plenty of spells to remove other spells. Which meant that any half decent magic user could undo hours of work with a few words. But on the other hand there were powerful beings in this universe who had no defence against magic. So an enchanted weapon might hurt them.

Just as I carved the last word into the prototype Skulldisc the music I'd been blasting out was turned down. I turned to see Kara, who was carrying a tray of what was most likely my lunch.

"There you are" she said as she sat the tray down "I couldn't find you because of all the lead shielding. I hope you weren't hiding from me".

I gave her a smile and then said.

"Course not love, I was just tinkering".

Kara took a look around and noticed that I had been using a computer to design something and then I'd manufactured it using a rather complex device. She was understandably surprised as I'd never shown much interest in operating machines that weren't for everyday use. Although in my defence I did have a large range of skills I'd still needed to develop.

Creating R'lyehian spells was not easy and since I was the only person, outside of very well hidden cults, that could even use Old Magic I'd had no one to learn from, so I'd had to do a lot of research. Then there were my fighting skills. I could pick up some talents more easily than others, and in order to keep myself at my peak I had to keep training. Add to that my duties and the fact that I'd had girlfriends who needed attention it was no surprise that my plan to get to grips with some of this world's technology hadn't worked out.

Still I wasn't exactly a complete novice when it came to using computers, and I was much better with tools than I use to be as I now had much steadier hands.

Taking off the gloves I'd been wearing I picked up a ham sandwich and was just about to bite into it when Kara picked up the prototype skulldisc.

"You might not want to do that" I warned.

She didn't listen and ended up cutting a finger on one of the blades. It was such a shock to her that she threw the weapon onto a worktop, and then she started to curse in her native tongue.

"What is that thing made of?" she asked.

"Steel" I replied "but its enchanted".

"Magic" she said with concern "isn't that stuff dangerous".

It was actually, but my type of magic seemed to be a lot more predictable than other kinds. Given that it came from a source of chaos it really shouldn't be, but clearly my patron didn't wish me any harm.

"It is" I answered "which is why I'm practising my craft in a lead lined room underground, while by myself".

"Oh yeah," the alien babe said "that makes sense".

Given that magic could hurt her, something she'd just proved, I could see why she'd be nervous about me using the arcane forces of the universe.

She then started sucking on the small wound and then asked me to kiss it better. Which was a bad idea.

"Kryptonian blood has special properties" I reminded "I have no idea how it would effect me. I'm not exactly a normal human being".

No doubt Clark Kent had warned her about such things, and it was hard for us both to remember that we were both a completely different species from each other sometimes.

"Yeah but it might have a good effect" she pointed out.

Then she seemed to get thoughtful before saying.

"Don't drink that milk"

"Why" I asked while giving the glass on the tray a suspicious look.

"Because it breast milk" she supplied "it's mine".

Okay I never would have guessed that. I was so going to need that therapy soon.

"Right then two questions" I said next "Why did you serve me breast milk, and when did you have a baby?"

Kara started to pace the room as if she was trying to buy herself time to think.

"This is really embarrassing" she said to start with "Kryptonian women... lactate when their with a partner who they might want to have children with. It's a bonding thing, like between a baby and mother only it sort of a taste test as well. If it tastes good it means were suited to each other if it doesn't taste good then were wrong for each other, but if your powers work the way I think they do it should taste sweet. It has other effects too, but I have no idea if it work with a human because I've never been in love with a person from this planet before".

That made me pause for a moment as while I'd know that I wasn't her first romantic partner I'd no idea that she'd been in love with him. At some point I would have to discuss that with her but now wasn't the time as this insane issue needed to be dealt with.

"Okay but what does it have to do with my powers?" I questioned.

From I understood about my powers, which had nothing to do with a meta-gene, I could rapidly pick up skills and even develop new talents, but aside from that I was just an immortal who healed rather well and was getting really good at fighting. Sure I was better equipped to survive this insane universe, but how that led to alien breast milk was something that completely befuddled me.

"I'm not sure" admitted my romantic partner "I haven't figured it all out yet, but you know that your powers are all about survival of the fittest. The skills you pick up the fastest are about staying alive and sex".

That was correct. The egg heads up in the Watchtower had a much better understanding of my powers thanks to a lot of testing and prodding. I wasn't actually a meta-human, at least not in the sense of having a meta-gene, I was an improved human who was also an immortal. All my powers were about keeping me alive and successful. That included sexual reproduction as survival of the fittest was also about passing on your genes. In the animal kingdom if you had superior genes, which I did, you got the superior mates. Which in many respects I also did.

"So if your body can change to make you stronger and tougher, then you might change enough that we can make babies. It could take years, and I might be wrong but I'd like to find out if we have a chance to raise a child if it ever happened".

Fair enough. It would be better to know now. I didn't want to raise kids. But then again she did skip forward a thousand years then I might be ready then and there was a good chance that'd actually be waiting for her when she did arrive. At least that was the plan.

"And the taste of your breast milk will tell us that?" I inquired.

This was a weird thing even by the standards of my life.

"No" Kara said before explaining further "I'm lactating because I think you'd be a good father for my children its a sign that I'm willing to have a baby with you. So if you drink it and it tastes good and you feel good then you think I'd be a good mother for your children".

She paused then and started pacing again.

"At least that was how it worked back home. I don't know if it will do anything else to you. You're human and we're under a yellow sun so I really have no idea. But I don't think it could hurt you because it's just milk really, even if did make you a little ill because it tastes really bad, well you don't get sick like at all".

That seemed reckless and I was also a little offended that she had just told me all of this as soon as she'd started to express milk. Then again not to long ago I'd attack her at Slade's order so really I had no right to tell her off because she'd been too embarrassed to confess something very personal.

"I figured I'd just give it a try. If it was sour well... we might never have children so its not that big of a deal".

She might of said that but I could tell that it was in fact a very big deal.

"How can it make me feel good?" I asked next.

Kara stopped and then sighed before crossing her arms. An act that always drew my attention to her chest and to be fair they should really be on my mind given what we were discussing.

"If it tastes good then it induces a slight state of euphoria" she said in a way that made me think she was quoating some form of written material

"Euphoria is..."

"I know what euphoria is" I said interrupting "It's an emotional condition in which a person experiences feelings of extreme happiness".

Then I paused before saying.

"That can be addictive you know. If it contains endorphins then I could become hooked on the stuff".

Addictive breast milk. Just when you think you've prepared for everything life can really throw you a curve ball.

"Don't you become immune to that sort of stuff?" Kara asked, once more sounding concerned.

That was true. I did tend to adapt to resist such things, but that didn't always work. I could no longer become addicated to nicotine but I could still get drunk, so some things still effected me.

"Anyway it's not like I'd cut you off, and its healthy cause its got vitamins and stuff" she while starting to pace even faster.

Again that threw me a little.

"Does that mean it doesn't stop?" I asked, almost in a panic "I thought it was a taste test thing".

Those sort of things don't tend to last long.

"Not unless I get pregnant or stop loving you, but that's not going to suddenly happen and until you drink it I don't know if you love me as much as I love you".

Wow that was a lot of pressure.

"And because we're under a yellow sun, I'm making a lot" she added "if we were on Kypton it wouldn't be much but I'm a total freak here".

Yeah defiantly feeling some increased pressure here. Then again this had be driving her mad as well. Hence why she felt like such a freak.

"You're suppose to drink it from the source" she then further added "it's a bonding thing for partners. Well that was what they told me in sex ed and I know were different species, but you like my breasts, and if it tastes good and makes you happy then what's the harm. I'd be in a way better mood if I wasn't worry about it, and then we could... you know".

That was when I remembered that Kara and I hadn't had sex or even been in bed together much for the last few days. We had been busy, what with closing down the Titans, and then joining the League, but she had to be be missing the affection by now. In fact I was starting to as well but I was more use to being by myself so I'd not gotten depressed about it.

However I didn't appreciate the emotional blackmail she was employing. In fact as I did know some some psychology I even knew what type of emotional blackmail she was employing: Tantalizer's Threat. The whole thing wasn't that far off a parent saying that if I ate all my vegetables then I'd get a nice pudding.

Still if your going to pressure someone into doing something this was the kinder way to do, and she could of gone through with the trick even after cutting herself so I decided to be forgiving about the whole thing.

"Oh what the hell" I muttered "it can't kill me".

With that I grabbed the glass and started drinking it. I'd prepared for bitterness so I was surprised by how sweet it tasted. It wasn't too cloying either not like those surgery and fizzy soda drinks people kept filling the Titan Tower's fridges with.

Plus there was something else.

"Tell me, is it sweet?" Kara practically begged to know.

"Yes" was my answer "kind of reminds of cola only without the bubbles and all the sugar, but it still tastes good. And there's a hint of caffeine, which explains the cola taste I guess".

I really had no idea if it was me or the milk that made it taste that way, and I didn't want to get more freaked out so I didn't ask.

"It's suppose to taste like a sweet drink you enjoy and you do like caffeine so that makes sense".

I did indeed like caffeine, and yeah the milk was really weird if the flavour depended on what I enjoyed drinking. Clearly this was a bizarre super power of some sort.

"So you feel good?" was the next question.

The response wasn't a direct one.

"You know when it's been raining for ages, then you go out to see that's its a really sunny day and it just makes everything seem better. If you could make that into a drink than this would be the flavour".

Which made less sense when said out loud but that was how I felt, and apparently it was an acceptable answer to as I got tackled into a hug by my girlfriend. After that she started planting kisses all over my face as she moved my hands down to her backside. I was just lucky that she was still showing some self control or she might of broken something of mine by now.

As for me I started with neck, I gently bite and kissed her so that it sent shivers running through her body. With my hands I grabbed Kara's blue skirt and then lifted it up.

This made her squirm and since she was pressed into me it felt really good. My very werid but still very sex girlfriend let out a few soft moans of pleasure as I squeezed her ass. My fingers brushed against the cotton fabric cover her pussy, and I could feel how wet she had become already.

"Please, take them off" she pleaded

When she spoke like that it only made me want her more, and I couldn't help but grant her that wish. But first I had to put the ring on her finger otherwise we might end up wreaking the workshop or at the very least I'd get wreaked.

Once she had the ring on I cleared a space on the nearest counter and then I lifted Kara up and moved her so that she was sitting on it. Given that she was shorter than me this putting her on the counter actually made it easier for me to pull her cotton panties right off.

Then after throwing her underwear into the corner of the room I went back to kissing her. I told her to lean back and when she did I lifted up her t-shirt (which was a cheery pink) so that I could kiss her flat stomach. I then kissed my way up and would of gone further, only her top was in the way.

"Take that off" I ordered

She smiled and said.

"With pleasure"

To my surprise I found that she was wearing a bra. She rarely did, as she didn't need to wear them at all and I couldn't remember the last time she worn one at home.

"They're getting bigger" Kara explained "that happens as well".

I hadn't actually noticed that, which was odd because I paid her boobs a lot of attention.

"I've gone up a size in two days, and I think they're going to get bigger" she then informed before making her voice more sexy "and they're all yours, no one else gets to see them or play with them and I'll get them out whenever you want".

Okay so the expressing milk thing was a bit freaky, but there seemed to be a big up side to the whole thing. Her boobs were getting bigger and she clearly wanted to me to spend time playing with them.

She then removed the bra so I could get a good look at them. They were in fact bigger than ever and still somehow incredibly firm.

"What do you think?" she asked me.

Rather than say anything I passionately kissed her on the lips before moving down to her neck, before moving back to her lips and kissing her for a while so that she could suck on my tonuge.

Then I went for the more powerful then ever Super Boobs. After giving them a good squeeze I checked to see Kara's reaction. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip. She so wanted more.

I started slowly, knowing that this would drive my girlfriend to the point were she beg me for sex. I loved it when she did that. Having a goddess beg you to use her for your pleasure was such a rush.

By now I was kissing the side of her breast moving up, going from one to the other, never kissing in the same spot twice and I didn't get too close to her nipples.

After hearing say please a few times I finally I gave in to her. I was kissing and sucking on her nipples. I felt a little liquid enter my mouth, but only a little and it tasted nice. So overall the experience wasn't freaking me out as much as I thought it might.

Kara groaned as sher hands wrapped around my shoulders and she started to squezze. If she hadn't been depowered as much as she was something would of broken by now. If not for the fact that I was super human I was sure I'd of gotten brusies from this.

Not that I would of cared, it's hard to care about that sort of thing when you've got Supergirl's breasts shoved into your face.

It wasn't until I stopped with my fun that Kara found the brainpower to speak.

"Fuck me" she requested.

I badly wanted her to, but I also enjoyed it when she begged. She knew that to and so she batted her eyelids and gave me a smile.

"Please, pretty please".

Not begging really but I never could resit that look. So I got undressed and then got inside her.

It didn't take Kara long to reach climax, which was to be expected as she must of been close when we'd started. I could tell that her breasts were very sensative and all that teasing had gotten her so worked up that by the time I'd suckled on her she looked as if her brain had mostly switched off. Now she looked like it totally melted and I wasn't even close yet.

Thankfully for me Kara was the kind of girl who left her man unsatisfed. She was able to think enough to move into a postion that let me use her body for my pleasure and she started speaking in her native laungage. I had no idea what she was saying, and it didn't sound like her useal dirty talk either, but she was smiling while saying it so it must of been something good.

It didn't stop until I really started ponding her, and she soon switched to English so that she could beg me to use her. Which of course I did and she greatly enjoyed it. She told me more than once that rough sex made her feel like a girl, but it made me seem like the big strong man. Not that I wasn't strong by human standerds it was just that without the ring she was a goddess. At least in my view.

"Feeling better?" I asked once I was done.

A big smile told me that she did indeed feel better, and the sight of her using her fingers to gather up some of my cum so she could get a taste proved that she feeling much than just better.

"Yeah everything's great" she said after sucking on her finger and letting me see her big smile "not knowing is the worse, but when you know it all becomes wonderful".

As she started to recover her clothes I heard myself tell her that I loved her. I hadn't meant to say that and I couldn't remember saying it before, but it was true.

"Oh you knew what I was saying".

She then went squee and then to hug me again. Thankfully she didn't take her ring off until after she'd tried to crush my spin. I would of told her that I didn't know what she meant but that required the ability to breathe out.

That was when I realised that the alien speak earlier had been about love. I hadn't understood a word of it, but the feeling behind the words made more sense now.

"I'll let you get back to work" she told me once she had let go of me "I've got some stuff to take care of. I'll catch up with you at dinner. I'll cook something nice".

Before I could ask her about what she still had to do she left in a blur. Only to come right back when she realised that she was still half naked. This time she got dressed and then skipped out of the room rather than race off.

Defianly love. Nothing else could be so sappy.