Wednesday evening
Wayne Manor
"I insist!"
"Master Bruce usually gets what he wants!" Alfred cautioned.
"A proper bed would be nice...," I mused.
I had come by to drop off Selina and to check on Bruce. Now he wanted us to move into Wayne Manor! The almost begging expression on Bruce's face was killing me.
"If you insist; but you're taking on a hornet's nest," I warned.
Three hours later
After dark, we moved Mia, the BMW and an Audi to the Manor, with a selection of our equipment.
The warehouse would remain our main storage area until we had prepared something similar at Wayne Manor. The security sucked, but Marty would be able to help with that situation
..._...
"I suppose that you need to meet the team!" I said as Fusion filed into the Manor.
As they entered, I introduced each of them to Bruce, Selina and Alfred.
"You know Dave, of course, and you've met Chloe and Josh, otherwise known as Shadow and Jackal."
"Pleased to properly meet you guys!" Bruce said truthfully.
"Our technical support; Marty and Abby, otherwise known as Battle Guy and Hal."
"Hi, Marty, Abby," Bruce said.
"I'm glad to see that you two are both safe," Marty said to Bruce and Selina.
"Our three youngest members; just don't be out off by their size... Megan, Curtis and Tommy. Also known as Wildcat, Trojan and Splinter."
"Thank you for your help the other day, Megan. You were remarkable in that fight," Alfred commented causing Megan to blush furiously.
"No sweat, old man!" She grinned. "You were pretty good, too… For a butler!"
"Cheeky bugger!" Alfred muttered with a grin.
"Finally, we have Erika, also known as Mist."
I watched as Bruce's eyes almost popped out at the sight of Erika; she definitely had the fullest female figure of us all! Alfred smirked, while Selina scowled.
The following morning
Thursday
Wayne Manor
It felt a little strange to be waking up in a strange bed, in a strange room.
Initially it was disorientating, but I was pleased to see Josh staring back at me from the bed beside where I lay. I looked up as I heard a brief knock on the door and it was almost instantly thrown open to reveal a smirking Mindy.
"Hey!" I growled. "We might have been fucking, here!"
"There was no screaming; so we knew it was safe!" Dave quipped as he followed Mindy in the door.
A reasonable assumption, but still.
"Oh, ha fucking ha!" I laughed, ensuring that the sheets were pulled up over my chest.
"My, we are getting modest!" Mindy teased.
"And you're getting funnier by the day!" I grinned and then I braced as I felt Joshua's hands on my body and I started laughing and then giggling as Josh began to tickle me. "That is not fucking fair!"
The only way to escape Josh was to jump out of the bed and Josh knew it. Only, I was naked and for some reason I had a reasonable desire to maintain my dignity! Josh now had me to the point where I was unable to speak and breathing was getting difficult. There was also the issue of bladder control!
Oh, hell! I wrenched myself away from Josh's hands, dived out of the bed and ran past the smirking Mindy and Dave. On the way past, I grabbed some clothes that hung on a chair and dived into the ensuite bathroom, slamming the door behind me.
I looked in the mirror and saw that my face was crimson with embarrassment, and I could hear the three assholes outside the door laughing their fucking heads off!
Twenty minutes later, Chloe emerged from the bathroom, fully clothed and tying her still damp hair back, into a ponytail.
"You are a fucking asshole, Joshua!" She said, glaring at me.
"Dave and Mindy have seen it all before," I said reasonably.
"Mindy, yes; but Dave only saw the top half, a year ago!" Chloe retorted, blushing slightly.
"I'm sure he's seen a naked girl before," I laughed. "You have everything a well-equipped girl should..."
"That is not the damn point!"
The Dining Room
"Good morning, Chloe, Josh!"
"Morning, everybody!" Chloe said with a smile. I just waved.
Alfred and his staff had laid out a table in the dining room for all twelve of us and it was quite a spread! Bruce sat at the top of the table, with Selina to his right. On his left sat a smirking Mindy, with Dave beside her. Beside Selina was a grinning Curtis, followed by Megan, Erika and Tommy. Beside Dave was Marty, followed by Abby. There were two empty seats for Chloe and me.
"Morning, flash!" Dave quipped as he sipped his coffee and I froze, just as I was about to sit down.
Megan turned to glare at me.
"We can't take you, anywhere!" She said seriously, as a ripple of laughter went around the table.
"It was not my fault!" I said, scowling at Megan.
..._...
"Welcome, all of you!" Bruce said, standing up. "Please treat Wayne Manor as your own. Alfred, Selina and I owe all of you a great debt."
"We are very pleased to be here," Mindy replied for all of us.
"It is definitely good for the Manor to be full again!" Alfred agreed.
"Mindy?" Selina asked.
"Yeah, Cat?"
"You guys being here... Does that mean you're gonna get to work on Bruce?"
"Hey!" Bruce called out indignantly.
"You do need a bit of work!" Megan laughed.
"You have a big mouth," I commented.
"Yeah, not as big as yours, Jack!"
"You were right, Mindy, Megan is a handful!" Cat laughed.
"Hey, I am sweet, cute and sometimes innocent!" Megan said to general derisive laughter.
That afternoon
Wayne Manor
"It seems that an important event was missed, the other day!" Alfred said with a smirk.
"It was?" Curtis asked.
"Megan!" Bruce ordered.
"It was not me and I was nowhere near the place..." Megan began.
"I think it is important that youngsters are able to celebrate their birthdays, especially at the tender age of eleven..." Alfred said causing Megan to go pink.
"Happy Birthday, Megan!" I said, as Alfred unveiled a large chocolate cake with eleven candles.
"Oh, wow!" Megan exclaimed, even forgetting to swear.
Alfred lit the eleven candles, one by one. Megan's excitement was growing as each candle was lit. Paige had told me that Megan loved cakes and candles and she always had apparently. It was rare to see the more normal side of Megan. The girl had not had all, that many opportunities to be a normal girl, however I was pleased that we could have celebrated Megan's birthday, even if it was a day late!
We all cheered as she blew out all the candles, in two goes. Megan was enjoying all the attention and the fun, which was good for her.
That evening
The party went on for a couple of hours and included a fantastic dinner.
After the meal, I noticed that Megan was not with everybody else. I wanted to give her my birthday present.
"Curtis? Where's the little lady?"
"Megan? She went down the garden, I think."
Wayne Manor had extensive gardens, most of which was to the rear of the property. I headed outside towards the garden. I headed to the left and walked along the bricked pathway. At the far end of the terrace, which was a good hundred-yard walk, I found Megan. She was alone and sitting on the bottom step of a flight of stone steps that led up to the upper terrace and orchard.
"Hey, kid, how're ya doin'?" I asked, but then stopped as I saw the tears running down Megan's cheeks.
Megan cried about as often as I did, so I was worried. I sat down beside the girl and turned to her.
"What is it, Megan?"
The girl turned to me and I was a little shocked.
"I miss Mom..."
She could kill a dozen men in as many minutes, but right now... I gave the girl a hug and surprisingly she actually let me, without attacking me! I decided that a distraction was needed.
"Got a present for you, well two, actually."
Megan perked up a bit and wiped away her tears. She looked a little ashamed.
"Megan, if I have to tell you about being ashamed for crying, so help me God!"
The girl smiled and then looked keenly at the two packages beside me. I passed them over to her and she started ripping the paper off the first one, eagerly.
Inside the package was a black plastic box. Megan obviously recognised it for what it was as I saw her hands trembling with anticipation as she opened the box.
"A grown up gun, for a grown up girl!" I said and Megan grinned.
In the box was a custom SIG Sauer P250 Compact with Threaded Barrel. The pistol was coloured in the same browns as Wildcat's combat suit and was chambered in nine-millimetre. The kit came equipped with a five-inch suppressor and a combined laser/flash-light that fitted beneath the barrel.
Megan took her time, racking back the slide and examining the breech the action, everything. I had a distinct feeling that Megan liked the pistol!
"Marty has the holster to go with that pistol for your combat suit. Now, when you've finished having your first orgasm, there's another box down there..."
Megan carefully placed the weapon back in the box and closed it up, placing it off to one side. The second present was large and over a metre long. Megan was trembling at the thought of what weapon might fit into a present like that. All thoughts of missing her Mom were long gone.
The wrapping paper lasted less than a second, revealing a long dark wood case with brass hinges and brass clips. Megan laid the case onto a step and gently released the clips. She opened the lid very slowly.
"Fucking wow! I... Wow… Oh, fuck, Mindy!"
I laughed at Megan's excitement.
"Now, the big one..."
"…The Katana," Megan interrupted.
"Yes, the Katana, will probably be too big for you to wield, nevertheless, you can train with it. Just do not take it out on ops. However, the Wakizashi should be perfect for you."
The swords were a matching set and all but the blades were black. The Katana was a little over forty inches in length, of which almost twenty-nine inches was the blade. The Wakizashi had an overall length of thirty inches, with a twenty-inch blade.
Megan lifted out each sword in turn, careful not to touch the viciously sharp blades. She gazed in awe as the light shimmered on the highly polished blades.
"Mindy, they're wonderful," Megan said and I could see more tears in her eyes.
"You're growing up kid and you've more than proved that you can take care of yourself. Alfred and Bruce both told me how well you fought at The Factory. Bruce says you've scared him for life, but he thinks he'll get over it!"
"I enjoyed myself; it was fun. Thank you for looking after me; I'm really looking forward to having you as my big sister."
"And I'm looking forward to you being my kid sister, Megan. You come to me, or Dave, or Chloe or even Joshua, if you need somebody to talk to about shit. We've all missed people; we've all been through a ton of shit and we all know what it feels like. Don't suffer alone, it's not worth it."
Megan grinned her thanks.
That night
Magnus Street, Downtown
Detective Flass was alone.
He was heading east, away from the Major Crimes Unit. It had been a long shift and he just wanted to head home. Suddenly there was a pair of loud bangs as both one and then the other front tyre on his car blew out.
"Fucking, Christ!" Flass yelled to nobody in particular.
As soon as the car was stopped, he climbed out and examined his tyres.
"Oh, fuck!"
Embedded in each tyre was a blue-feathered arrow. Flass looked around him, sensing danger. He was looking down the street, with one hand on his pistol, when there was a thud, as something landed on the roof of his car. He span around to see a dark shape, holding a large compound bow with a notched arrow, aimed at his chest. Then out of the darkness, an enormous object, encased in green and yellow armour, strode forth and shoved Flass onto the hood of his car. Fear gripped Flass as he tried to register what was happening.
A voice sounded close to his ear, he turned his head and instinctively took a sharp intake of breath. There, just inches away from him was a purple object, which then began to speak to him.
"I hate criminals. Even worse, I hate murderers. Next down the rankings are those who hurt women and children; they have special, long, drawn out deaths awaiting them. Now, if those who hurt women and children were in the penthouse; then you, Flass and every other crooked Cop, would be in the fucking basement.
"So, why should I let you live; you are the very definition of what is wrong with this fucking city. Gotham can only heal itself once scum like you are removed from the chain of law and order. Believe it, or not, I am fair, so I give you and all the fucking slim like you, a chance. Get out of Gotham or change your ways. There are no other options. Do you understand, cunt?"
"You can't threaten me you vigilante scum!" Flass blustered. "You're more of a criminal than most of Gotham, you..."
Flass never got the opportunity to finish as the enormous vigilante flipped Flass over and his face met the hood of his car, hard.
"Fucking..."
Again, he was interrupted as his head struck the windshield, cracking the glass.
"Mark my words, Flass; you have your choices – choose very carefully!" Hit Girl hissed into his ear.
Flass forced himself to stand up, ignoring the blood that ran down his face.
"Look, I..."
He stopped as he saw that he was alone.
The following morning
Friday
Gotham City Police Department Headquarters
Bullock laughed, he could not stop himself.
"What you laughing at?" Gordon demanded, annoyed at the interruption.
"Hey, Flass, walk into a door?" Bullock called, grinning from ear to ear.
Gordon looked up and laughed, too.
"That's the eighth damn cop who apparently 'walked into a door', this morning!"
