Chapter Six: Fright Night Part One.

Laura smiled as she thought about the strides that she'd made in the past month or so since she arrived at the Shining Light Foundation. She came to a new and fairly horrific world that she did not understand, where she heading and what she was going to do. However, the blonde was moving a long way towards mastering her powers and it was a good thing. The bright smile that crossed her face was amazing beyond all measure. She placed her hands on the top of her head and smiled.

It was so amazing how far she came as her eyes glowed and she shot a beam of heat vision through it, carving the pumpkin up. There was no awkwardness in her carving the initials, not this time at least. She managed to carve the pumpkins with precision.

There was a loud and slow clapping and Laura spun around to see Harry standing there with a smile on his face.

"Congratulations, you've done well," Harry told her and Laura smiled at him.

"Thank you," Laura told him, she caught a glimpse of his green eyes and immediately got weak in the knees. She was about ready to stagger over to greet him and she felt butterflies flap within her stomach. "It's all thanks to you."

Laura rushed over and threw her arms around Harry in a tight hug. She blushed slightly but maintained a confident expression on her face. Harry reciprocated her actions as the sixteen, close to seventeen, year old girl ground her body into him. An adoring smile was on the blond teenagers face as she felt him respond to her actions.

"I would have been captured and dissected if you hadn't of done anything," Laura offered him weakly.

Harry was about to assure her that nothing like that was going to happen but he knew better, boy did he ever know better. He sighed as he thought about what could have happened to the blonde as he absently brushed the hair away from her face. She smile on her face only widened further as he played with her hair.

"So, are you doing well with your other lessons?" Harry asked Laura.

Laura's smile if possible got even wider when she heard his question. "Har, I learned a lot when I was on Krypton before I came here. You know? So I wouldn't be completely hopeless upon arriving here."

Harry smiled to her, he never said that she was completely hopeless. The blonde was an amazing female to say the least and he wanted to know even more about her. He placed his hand on the side of her hand and she flinched a slight bit but in many other ways, she had a widened smile across her face.

Laura was reaching a point where her hormones were getting out of control due to her exposure to the yellow sun and there was obviously only one man on Earth that could sate her desires. She smiled as she worked up the nerve.

"So how's the outpost?" Laura asked to him.

"It's good, everyone is settled in," Harry told Laura and the blonde nodded.

She had seen it briefly, it was a perfect reproduction of Krypton, the Fortress of Solitude, brand new and improved, not to mention expanded. It was a marvel of technology and magic and Laura could not be more pleased by this work. The blonde ran her hands through her hair, making her face more visible to Harry.

"You're thinking a lot about what happened, aren't you?" Harry asked to her and Laura offered a nod of her head.

That was true, she was thinking about the destruction of Krypton and also what happened to Kandor in her universe. The things that she'd lost, as well as with her version of Kal-El. She knew that there was no way to return home so she took Harry's word that he had made it safely. He had to have made it safely because Harry said so and she had that type of confidence in him.

She smiled at the thought of that and a mischievous grin crossed her face.

"So, I've been practicing my sparring and I've been getting better and better at it," Laura offered to Harry as she looked him over. "But I want a second opinion."

"Do you?" Harry asked to her.

The blonde's eyes traveled up and down his body as she eyed him hungrily with a nod. A grin crossing her face as she cupped her chin in her hand. The teenager rolled her shoulders back and stood in a rigid stance.

"How about we make things interesting?" Laura asked him.

Harry raised a questioning eyebrow towards her and the blonde continued to grin as she pushed on. She kept her hands on the top of her head and ran her fingers through her hair, curling it in her fingers while pouting at him. "Well, let's have a spar, just between the two of us. If you beat me, you do what you want to me and if I beat you, I do what I want to you."

'Either way, we both win,' Laura mentally added.

Harry waved towards her and Laura smiled.

She tried to follow it up with a dropkick to Harry's face but he caught her feet and hurled her down.

Harry wrapped his arms firmly around Laura to hold her in position. The blonde woman ran up the wall and bounced off of it, flipping over top of him and onto her feet behind him.

She bounced off of the wall and tried to dropkick Harry in the face but Harry caught her feet and hurled her down.

The wizard took advantage of her prone position as he pinned her down.

"Well, that was fun," Harry told her but Laura pushed him off with strength.

He staggered and she flew him backwards with a smile.

Laura adjusted the buttons on her top. Whilst her breasts were not as big as Kara's, especially Karen's, they were getting there, she had a nice set of C-Cup breasts, perky and firm. She showed Harry a shameless view of her cleavage.

"There's more than one way to beat a person," Laura breathed in a faux innocent voice as she grabbed Harry's crotch and squeezed him.

His eyes flooded over with a thinly veiled amount of lust and Laura pushed him down onto the ground. She started to massage his package with a great deal of enthusiasm.

"Let's see….mmm that looks good!" Laura squealed in excitement.

Smut/Lemon Begins.

-PROFILE-

Smut/Lemon Ends.

X-X-X

Gotham City was ranked at the second most dangerous place in the United States. Though that tended to vary depending on who was currently locked into or had escaped from Arkham Asylum at the time. Some of the criminals who made Gotham they're home were horrors beyond all measure and it was not a city that most people stepped inside, well not willingly. It was rather sad when people in the city thought that gangsters weren't the worst thing that they had to deal with. Hell for a long time the Cops where thought to be even worse.

Then a couple of years ago, a dark protector from the shadows showed up. The Dark Knight, Batman, he was an urban legend to most but some had seen him.

"Yeah, Batman, he's like twenty feet tall and breaths fire."

"No, that's not right, you idiot. He can walk through walls, breath ice, and he shoots laser beams out of his eyes."

"I heard that Batman's secretly Chuck Norris!"

Never the less, whether or not how true those statements were, the fact of the matter was that Batman was there and he took care of things so the average citizens of Gotham City did not have to worry about them. The Dark Knight moved into the night, he was vengeance, he was the night, he was Batman!

Yet, there were forces beyond the horrors of Gotham City that people saw in the news. There were many more scary urban legends then what went on in Gotham City.

A young girl made her way down an alleyway, she was completely terrified. She missed the bus and taking a cab in Gotham City wasn't an ideal situation, given the fact that some of the cab drivers in this city were of the scuzzy variety.

She nervously made her way forward down the alley. The woman kept making her way deep she could have sworn she heard a rustling behind her.

She carried pepper spray but she wondered if that would be enough against some of the freaks that had been rumored to set up shop in Gotham City. There was a giant crocodile man that would chew up people and spit them out without a second thought, hell he'd eaten a quarter of the Gotham homeless population alone. Her hands nervously twisted around the bottle as she looked around and a pair of strong hands grabbed her. Causing her to give out a frantic yelp as it happened.

"Subject appears terrified."

She felt suddenly light headed and then she backed off.

There was a glowing pair of red eyes that was in the shadows.

"Heart rate accelerated."

She wondered who was saying this and suddenly, she found a large rat on her hand.

The woman did the only thing that seemed logical in a situation like this; she reared her head back and screamed bloody murder. Yet, every time she screamed, there were more rats that were crawling all over her body. They were all over her and the harder that she fought; the more she felt the rats swarm all over her.

A young boy walked down the alleyway and his eyes went wide as he saw her. From his point of view, he saw a young woman who was smacking her hands all over her body like she was trying to swat something off.

He would not even be out on the streets if his mother did not blow all of her money on crack. He watched the woman nervously as she tried to beat herself down while screaming at the top of her lungs.

"MAKE THEM STOP!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as now she looked like she was going to claw out her eyes. Blood poured down her face as she gouged the tips of her fingernails into her skin.

"Ma'am?" the boy asked as he walked forward but he saw her purse on the ground.

He picked it up and pulled out her money and credit cards.

The woman dropped to the ground with a thump as blood oozed from the lines she'd gouged into her skin that. Her breathing stopped when her heart did and she was left a wrecked, lifeless mess on the ground.

The boy watched her die and turned around only to see his father standing in the alleyway in front of him.

"You….you…you can't be here!" the boy remarked.

His father was balding, with yellow teeth, and a pot belly. He stepped towards him.

"Son, you didn't forget about the special times we had together, did you?" the man told him with an uneven grin. "Remember, me smacking around your slut of a mother. Fucking crack addict, she ruined my life. But I never forgot about my time that I spent with my special little boy."

He put his hand on his son's shoulders and the boy's eyes widened as he screamed.

"I'll give you something to cry about, you little cocksucker!" his father bellowed as he picked up a crowbar and smashed him in the face. "Because that's all you're good for!….What?! Are you going to cry you little fucking queer?!"

The young boy was forced down onto his knees and kicked hard in the face.

Anyone looking at him would only have seen a young boy down on his knees, his head rocking back and forth.

He kept screaming, begging for it to stop.

"Okay son, just calm down," one of the cops who'd arrived on the scene remarked, but the boy picked up a pipe and swung it at the cop.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" the boy yelled at the top of his lungs, fury flashing through his eyes as he kept swinging wildly like he was pushing against an invisible force.

He screamed as he exerted his body so forcefully, his back snapped.

Paramedics arrived, to try and revive the woman and to sedate the boy before he suffered a similar fate.

A man standing across from the street on top of the building stood and watched. He was wearing a hat that covered his face. His face was ghastly, with sunken in eyes, and grey hair. He wore a long trench coat as his hand clutched around a walking stick.

'Subjects break down too fast,' he thought as he offered a twisted smile. 'Stronger test subjects are needed to test the potency of the fear gas.'

X-X-X

Barbara Gordon dropped down onto a rooftop, frustration flowing through her eyes as she hastened her travels towards a certain destination.

Her cowl was pulled over her head as she slipped into the guise of Batgirl. After being Batgirl for nearly a year, it was like pulling on a glove. She stood outside, wondering if their claims to come if she called them if anything broke was serious or if they were just pulling on her Bat boots.

There was a sound of footsteps setting down behind her and she looked over her shoulder.

Supergirl stood there, dressed in her usual blue outfit with a yellow shield with an "S" inside and a red skirt that went down to her knees, along with thigh high red boots. She floated towards Barbara, a smile on her face.

"Hey, Batgirl, we got your message, it seemed urgent," Kara prompted.

"Yeah, it did," Arcane remarked from behind her and Batgirl nearly jumped out of her Bat boots as she heard him.

Her heart went aflutter as she saw him but she had to keep her emotions in check when he was around, no matter how tempting it was to allow them to get away from her. The redhead crimefighter saw a third woman who showed up.

She was dressed in a black one piece outfit with stars running down it that wrapped around her gorgeous body like a second skin. It barely covered her heavy D Cup breasts but it wrapped around them snugly to keep them from popping. There was an immense amount of cleavage that was showcased and Barbara found herself slightly distracted by this sight.

"Barbara Gordon, meet Donna Troy," Harry whispered so only the two of them could hear each other.

"Call me Wondergirl," Donna informed her with a smile and Kara and Barbara gave her looks which caused her to get defensive. "What?….Supergirl...Batgirl….now Wondergirl….we've got a motif going. Why mess up a good thing."

Harry and Kara eyed each other and both of them smiled.

"So, what was so urgent?" Harry asked Barbara.

Barbara was more serious then Harry had ever seen her in his entire life or at least the time that he'd known her, which was fairly disturbing since she tended to be pretty perky with a tendency to ramble. The redhead prepared herself to speak and Harry encouraged her to do so. After a moment to let out a sigh, Barbara started to detail what was going on.

"Well it's like this," Barbara offered Harry and he waved his hand slightly, he sensed the seriousness of the situation. "There have been people dropping dead in Gotham City."

Kara could not resist chiming in with the obvious comment. "So….it's Gotham City, capital of the weird, people always drop dead."

Barbara was quick to amend her statement. "Well, nothing like this."

Harry invited her to continue even though he had a feeling that this was not going to be his liking. The redhead crime fighter did so, with no fear going through her eyes. Considering what the reports that she read were like, her having no fear was an irony to end all ironies but never the less, she boldly and bravely pressed on.

"Well it's like this, they've never been killed quite like this," Barbara told him in a worried voice and Harry placed his hand on the side of her face. She closed her eyes and smiled as she mentally drew some strength from him as she nuzzled into his hand.

Strength was needed as she pulled the photos that she borrowed from her father's desk.

"Terrorized, with looks of abject fear on their faces," Barbara told him.

Harry gently took the pictures from her and used his enhanced vision to carefully scan over them. He saw a shadow in the alleyway that might not have been picked up by normal human eyes.

"There was someone at the scene of the crime each time," Harry whispered to Barbara and the red head's eyes went wide and she slowly rotated on the spot to face him.

He waved his hand causing certain details of the photo to be enhanced to the same level as his vision and she watched as the details of the photo were brought to even greater focus. The redhead's eyes widened even further as she took notice of what Harry had.

Donna couldn't help but chime in with a few words of her own. "The same creep's in all of the photos, every single one of them."

"Right in one," Kara stated with a frown. She scanned the photo and she'd be lying if she said that they didn't send a chill down her spine.

Harry was trying to fit everything together, one demented puzzle piece at a time, even though it was extremely hard to do so. He wondered about the intentions of this person and what they had planned for the City.

"There's a new player in Gotham City," Harry told her and Barbara stood extremely rigid as she nodded.

"That's not even the worst part of it."

Donna was the one who was curious about what she meant by that. "...How could it be?"

"I haven't seen Batman around for the last week," Barbara told them.

"So, maybe he's busy?" Donna suggested to her with a smile on her face but Barbara was ready to shut that one down as quickly as possible.

Barbara smiled although that smile was forced. "Trust me, Batman isn't…..he's never too busy to step on my toes and tell me what I'm doing wrong. Both the Bat and his pet bird are always around even when I bust a jaywalker to ream me out about my technique or lack there of."

"Sounds just like my sister," Donna muttered to herself and Harry turned to her with a raised eyebrow but the dark haired girl said nothing further than this.

Kara, being the oldest and most responsible of the three girls, decided to cut to the chase. "You say that Batman's gone. When's the last time that he'd been seen?"

Barbara racked her mind for an answer to that question and then came up with the quick response. "It was….it was a few days ago as I told you. He was going in for a sting and he warned me to stay out of it. Standard Batman fare, nothing unusual."

Harry smiled and nodded. "Yes I see."

Although he was trying to rack his brain as he put together all the information he had on the situation. He wondered if this latest set of attacks and the disappearances of Batman coincided.

Harry was going to find out more and he turned to Batgirl slowly.

Barbara's eyes were on Arcane and there was a sense that he stared into her soul."Take me to the last place you saw Batman."

X-X-X

As Harry suspected it was one of the warehouse's in the worst parts of Old Gotham and he kept scanning the side of the warehouse for anything that was more dubious than the usual Gotham fare. It was rat infested, with boards that were about to rot through and they looked extremely ready to deteriorate. It was a nasty place, there was no question about it. It was a stomach turning place and the wizard's eyes continued to scan the building closely.

Supergirl, Batgirl, and Wondergirl popped up to join Harry at the scene. Kara stopped and paused. Harry held his hand up and peered over the railing to take a look at what was going on.

"Your typical dimestore thugs," Barbara commented as she looked them over and frowned. "We can take them out easily."

Harry gave her a stern look and spoke. "Don't get too confident now."

The redhead turned her eyes to him and nodded. That was something that she struggled with at times. The first few months of her career, she had been able to use the element of surprise to thrive and survive against her enemies. Then the enemies got stronger and smarter as Batgirl got more well known and her ass got handed to her more times than she cared to remember.

It was just part of the growing process of becoming a crime fighter.

Donna had stayed quiet, having understood the need for stealth considering just how well trained she was. She whispered to Harry. "So….what are we doing….what are we waiting for?"

"Just calm down, and wait for it to happen," Harry told her.

'Any one of these people could know where our missing Bat ran off to,' Harry thought to his girls, all of whom nodded.

It was a matter of timing, something that was a lost art by many but something that Harry excelled at. He placed his hand on the edge of the rail and looked down. Kara turned her eyes towards him, wondering if the four of them would be enough.

Then she shook these weird thoughts out of her head, of course the four of them would be more than enough. The four of them would be sufficient. The blonde could have smacked herself in the head for having such a complete and utter blonde moment.

"Ready?" Harry asked the blonde and she smiled.

"Yes," Kara told him and Barbara nodded eagerly as well, as Donna.

He saw the mobsters. Bullets could not hurt three of them and the protective charms that he put on Barbara's costume should keep her from being harmed as well. Granted, they didn't want to test that out.

Harry bounced down from the ceiling first and the three nearest mobsters did not know what hit them as he slammed his fist into the ground as he landed between them an explosive shockwave sending them flying head over heels with a thunderous crack.

The mobsters barely had enough time to pull their pants on as Batgirl landed in a crouch in front of them.

"Look it's Batman!" Batgirl cried out as she pointed at something behind them causing the goons stupidly turned around to check. This allowed Batgirl to bop their heads together with a zwapp and they collapsed to the ground. The redhead was completely surprised that one worked. "I can't believe they fell for that one."

Kara smiled as she squinted her eyes and heat vision burned through a rope which sent paint cans onto the enemies onto her enemies. The blonde zipped around at super speed and grabbed what appeared to be the leader of the pack. He screamed like a little girl….although that might be an insult to little girls everywhere with the way that he screamed.

Suddenly the goon was suspended upside down by his feet and Kara was looking him in the eyes.

"Ah shit, it's Supergirl!" the goon shrieked sounding like a little girl as he remembered the tales of how nasty she could get. He almost longed for the Bat.

"Where is Batman?"

"I don't know, Batmobile lost a wheel, Joker got away, oh please don't kill me," the goon begged her and he was dangled upside down.

"Losing my patience!" Kara yelled at the top her lungs.

It was not like she had much patience to begin with and Donna walked over.

"This should help," Donna told Kara as she held out a lasso. "I borrowed this from my sister."

"Borrowed?" Barbara asked in a surprised voice.

"Okay, I took it, although it's not as cool as her invisible jet," Donna remarked to Kara and the blonde raised an eyebrow.

"She has an invisible jet?" Kara asked in a surprised voice.

"Well, yeah, but I've never seen it," Donna said seriously but never the less, she held the lasso out. "Put this around him and he'll tell the truth."

Kara raised an eyebrow but shrugged as she allowed Donna to use this Lasso of Truth on him.

"Okay, where is Batman?"

"We set him up, he's got him!" the thug stammered in a horrified tone of voice.

Harry was this close to coming undone thanks to the lack of information. "Who has him?"

The thug's body was shaking in fear and Harry kept his eyes locked his eyes seeming to burn through the face of the thug. "Well either you tell me or you're going to get it beaten out of you."

The thug's expression went to one that was extremely wide eyed and he kept shivering. Especially when Kara cracked her knuckles and he knew that he could not fight the lasso.

"We don't know his real name but…he's called Scarecrow!" the thug shouted.

"Anything else you want to admit?"

"I gambled away my daughter's college fund," the thug commented as he shivered and Kara looked at him. The lasso tightened and the hold was on him to the point where some extremely taboo secrets was about to spill out of his mouth. "He's got the Bat, he paid us to set him up, him and the brat, he needed a strong test subject and hey….better the Bat then us, right, right?"

Harry was not going to dignify that with an answer as he and Kara focused their powers to try and figure out what to do next.

Batman had been here, like the thug had said, which proved that Diana's magic lasso did in fact work. That was good news but now they had to figure out what their next move was.

X-X-X

As it turned out, Batman was deep underneath Gotham City. He fell victim to the type of rookie mistake that he would have critiqued Robin or Batgirl for. The Dark Knight felt the ravages of protecting the city and was caught off guard.

The gang wars, the colorful criminals, and now he was captured by a group of dime store thugs.

He was behind a glass door and he started to pound on it.

"Finally put in Arkham, surrounded by the trash he created," a dark voice stated from the other side. "Bruce, old boy, I don't think that you've thought about the consequences when you put on that cowl. You tried to be a hero but deep down you know that you're mentally as twisted as the rest of the monsters in this city."

Batman's eyes glazed over, he felt the drugs course through his body and the more he tried to fight the inner demons, the more that they pushed back at him.

"Deep down you know it."

Batman shook his head.

"No….the mission is necessary."

Batman felt the lack of conviction as that statement escaped his lips and a laugh echoed which sounded hallow and very creepy.

"The mission is necessary," the voice mocked back at him. "You're trying to justify what you are and that's pathetic."

"No, not pathetic," Batman argued.

"You are pathetic," the voice mocked him. "All you are is a rich little boy with a trust fund in a playsuit that's still crying for Mommy and Daddy."

Batman wondered who was saying these things to him, no matter how hard he was trying to deny it they rang true to him, it was hard to deal with them. His head was full of rocks and his mind buzzed with frustration as he tried to push back up. There was a shadowed figure on the other side of the glass wall.

"No matter what, your mission is nothing but a way to justify your failures and it's a suicide mission," the dark brooding figure stated.

Batman saw something flicker and for a second he thought he was chained to the wall in a basement but then reality turned back to the dark figure.

His grip on reality, always tense even at the best of times, slipped back and forth. The Dark Knight tried to keep his mind calm and as steady as possible even though sanity was coming even more undone. His mind was already rather strained after seeing his parents shot in front of him when he was eight years old.

"Yes, your entire life is defined by tragedy, by misery, it's almost sickening, isn't it, isn't it?"

Batman turned his head around, he knew how people feared the unknown, that was why he dressed up like he did. The Dark Knight tried to push himself back up and slammed himself against the window to break through to the outside. The Dark Knight tried to break through again and again, and there was a loud and horrific laugh that taunted and echoed through his ears each time he tried to do so.

"It sucks that you don't have control, doesn't it?"

Batman was not going to dignify that with a response but as crude as that statement was, it was accurate. The unknown, which he used as a weapon, was being twisted around to hurt him. It was sadistic, twisted, inverted, and the Dark Knight did not know if he….he did not know if he'd be able to fight it.

"Just who are you?"

There was a loud and malicious laugh that caused a few goose bumps to appear on the arms of Batman as he tried to push himself out. The Dark Knight turned around and saw him.

"I'm your worst nightmare."

The Dark Knight tried to get himself back up to a standing position but he found himself unable to move. Once again, the basement flickered back into view but then a needle stabbed in his arm. His pupils dilated as he leaned forward panting in an attempt to catch his breath and frustration swam through his eyes.

"Don't you want to see me, Bruce?"

There was a thundering clash on the outside and the fluttering of Bat wings.

"Don't you want to face your fears?"

Batman looked up and saw the face of Bruce Wayne staring back out against him from the shadows, only his eyes looked sunken in and positively demonic. He placed his hands on the wall and looked at him with a smile, showing his surprisingly sharp teeth.

"You're not me," Batman growled as he pulled his hand back but he felt something flow through his body.

'Stronger, stronger, I'm stronger, focus,' he repeated in his head.

"I'm not you, but in another way, I am you, I'm very much you, the part that you hide from reality, the part where you refuse to acknowledge except when it's a mask that suits you," Bruce said with a thunderous laugh as he placed his hands on the edge of the wall and turned his head back. The Dark Knight looked at his demonic reflection. "Just admit it Bruce old boy, it's looking through a fun house mirror."

He turned over and several of the guards dragged Robin over, who was in chains.

"Let him go, he's done…."

"It's too late to save him from you," Bruce said fretfully as he stepped over towards the young man on the floor, a crazed look on his voice. "You drafted him, he's nothing but a soldier in your holy crusade, isn't he? Just another number in the mission, isn't he?"

Batman refused to answer and his heart thumped across his chest.

"He's a child," Batman managed.

"But you gave him the training to fight blood thirsty psychopaths, because you needed a moving shield to drag them out, a target," Bruce retorted as he stared back at Batman. "You sicken me."

The demonic shadow turned around as he flashed a grin on his face and he leaned against the wall, watching Batman for a reaction.

"Don't worry about him any more, I'm going to end his misery and yours."

Bruce stood over and had a spiked pair of brass knuckles on his face.

"Dick, we need to have a little talk about your future," the demonic Bruce Wayne stated as he licked his lips and held up the spiked knuckles.

"NO!"

"Bruce, we didn't raise you like this."

"I'm very disappointed with you."

"You pulled them all down with your crusade."

Batman saw another flicker of the basement but there were a group of muscled thugs who pinned him down.

"He's strong, that's good," the creepy voice stated from the shadows.

He paused and said.

"He'll be able to test how much the body can take of my drug before he truly succumbs to his worst fears."

He lifted one of his fingers which was a claw with a syringe that directly injected more of the fluids into his body.

"Maybe we should take off his mask, boss? You know, find out who he is?"

"Irrevalant, I wish to break Batman, not who is underneath the mask," the Scarecrow growled as he injected more of his delightful concoction into the Dark Night.

To Be Continued.