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Chapter Twenty-Nine: Exclusive..
A van pulled out in front of the Church of Deacon Blackfire. The door swung open and a figure dressed in a suit exited the side of the van. He walked around towards the side entrance of the Church and two large men appeared in the front seat.
"Hello, is the church still taking donations?" the man asked to the other. "I've brought some clothes and food for the people who have been taken in the Church."
"Naturally, my brother," one of the men said, with a smile. "We always are glad to take in the help. We must all do our part to build everything over the shaky ground which Gotham City has been brought."
The three gentlemen walked over towards the back of the van. The visitor reached into the van and opened the back of the van. A large pot of soup had been removed from the van and put in the hands of two of the large men. The visitor lifted up the box of clothing and stepped them into the back of the Church.
Dick Grayson hated using charity as a way to get a way into the church. He really was giving up real food and real clothing so the guilt he felt was alleviated slightly.
"I heard Deacon Blackfire had a near scare the other day," Dick said in a conversational tone to the two of them. "There are a lot of people out there who are lost and haven't been found?"
"Yes, my brother," one of the men said in a solemn voice. "We must see the light and be guided. Mr. Dent will not ruin our day."
Dick knew Dent would try again, coin toss permitting. He wouldn't be the only one. The moment Penguin and Black Mask found out they had been played, the two of them would jump in to join the fun and games as well. Then there were those missing HIVE outposts and Penguin's missing shipment of weapons. Where were the weapons located?
Three gentlemen eyed Dick for a moment. For a moment, the disguised gentleman thought they would find him out. He relaxed his body language.
"At ease my brothers," one of them said. One of them snorted and looked at Dick. "This brother has brought our misplaced children good tidings, a bounty."
The man who snorted grabbed the edge of the canister of soup and pulled it open. He took a second to analyze the contents. It passed the scent test. His gruff expression had been replaced with a wicked smile. The man reached forward and cuffed their benefactor on the side of the arm.
"It just goes to show you there are people in Gotham who have seen the light," he said. "And we must all do our part….Deacon Blackfire could use someone like you to help out on a more permanent basis."
"Is he looking for more help?" Dick asked, trying to keep his tone calm.
The cult like atmosphere around him caused Dick's heart to start skipping a couple of beats. They were trying to suck him in. Dick tried not to allow himself to be drawn into this entire mess, at least any more than he could.
"There's always the room for help," one of the gentlemen said. "A few good men to help protect those from the sins of those who would tear down Gotham City."
"I'd….I have more to bring in, if you want me to?" Dick asked.
"Believe me, my brother, all of the help you can give, it is much appreciated," he said. "If you would like us to come with you to help, then it would be appreciated."
"It's quite alright….."
"Brother Herbert, look at this man, he is much too humble," one of the men said, cuffing Dick lightly on the shoulder. "He wishes to shoulder the burden alone. He does not have to be alone, does he, my brothers?"
The men all chuckled. Dick tried to hide his discomfort and frown. He might have to go along with this, if nothing else, it would allow him to get some answers.
"Maybe I could use a little bit of help," Dick said. "Which one of you fine gentlemen would come with me?"
The creepy man who regarded Dick with some suspicion the moment he entered stepped forward. Why wouldn't it be him? The man's face looked into a smile.
"Brother Lucas, why don't you help guide our friend to the promise land?" the man named Herbert asked. The soft spoken man with the crazy eyes responded with a smile.
Dick made his way outside of the side entrance. This man, Lucas, stood about a good foot over him. Dick's smile grew rather pained.
"Watch your head," Dick said to him. Lucas turned around and grabbed Dick around the throat without prevacation. Dick gasped when the man's oven mitt style hand wrapped around his throat. "Hey, what's…what's the problem, I didn't do…ACK!"
"I know your type and your lying eyes!" Lucas yelled, squeezing around his throat. "I can see it, the others might not have seen it. You're not a true believer of this cause. You've sent the other one inside as an advanced spy, but the Deacon will flush her out."
Dick gasped underneath the hand of this man. He tried to force the hand away from him. When this didn't work, Dick slipped a concealed tazer from his glove. The tazer jabbed Lucas in the ribs. Lucas stepped back from the impact of the electricity coming through his body.
The disguised crime fighter jabbed Lucas again with the tazer. The tazer had been ripped from Dick's hand. Dick returned fire with a jab which nailed him in the gut. Another jab stung the man's midsection and a third jab to the wind pipe doubled him over.
Dick grabbed a two by four and broke it over Lucas's broad back. The man slumped down into the back of the truck for a second before popping back up. He grabbed Dick around the shoulder and hoisted him into the air. Dick found himself slammed against the alleyway walls.
A pair of darts connected Lucas in the side of the neck. This relaxed Lucas's muscles for long enough for him to allow Dick to fall down to the ground. Dick turned around to see a figure in the shadows who darted Blackfire's follower in the neck. He smiled the second he noticed her standing in the shadows. The woman put two more darts into Lucas's neck. The moment she pumped
"I figured you could use the back up."
Talia Al Ghul heard rumblings something big was going on in Gotham City. The moment she heard Joseph Blackfire had been recruiting again, she returned back to town.
"Deacon Joseph Blackfire, he's bad news all around," Talia said. Six of her Elite Guard carried Lucas and dropped the large mountain of a man down on the slab. "You've heard more than enough of his work, I suspect."
"Yes," Dick said. "He's a hellfire and brimstone preacher…..and there's more to him…was he a part of the League?"
"No," Talia said, almost sounding pained at the very thought of someone like Blackfire being a part of her League. She breathed deeply to avoid the feeling of nausea. "He may have ties to those who aspire to control the League, and if I can find the traitor who has done this….."
The threat had been left hanging for a long moment.
"So you are Batman now," Talia said to her. "I cannot think of a person who is not only more worthy, but one who is worthy of making the legacy of his own."
"Yes, and I feel like I'm still in his shadow," Dick said.
"Believe me, I empathsize with your feeling," Talia said for a moment. To some, she would be always be the daughter of Ra's Al Ghul. She had to earn her respect as the current Demon's Head. And to some, the respect was only earned through their bloodshed. "He would have never given you the royal unless you had been completely worthy of it."
Dick knew just as well as anyone else. He looked towards the drugged Lucas.
"The moment he wakes up, he's going to start bleeding from the eyes, mouth, and nose," Dick said. "Blackfire gives his agents something….I'm not sure what. It prevents them from saying too much."
"Yes, I'm aware," Talia said. "I've developed an agent which should negate the effects, for long enough to gain some answers."
Talia looked towards her minions and motioned for them to get to work. They all strapped Lucas down on the table.
"Lucas Brody," Talia said. "He's…"
"Small time mobster, tough guy with a rap sheet as big as his arm," Dick said. "Got in a shoot-out with the GCPD months ago and where he was wounded. He took down three cops along with him and the warehouse they holed him into blew up."
Talia grabbed a needle and stabbed Lucas with it. It caused his eyes to open up and look wide eyed.
"You have done your homework," Talia said. "Mr. Brody, are you awake?"
"Yes, you'll get nothing from me, though," Lucas said. Drool came down his chin. A side effect from the counter-agent Talia interjected into him. "I've…"
"You're going to tell me what we need to know," Talia said. "You don't have an out this time. For the next hour, you will not bleed out. Which means the pain has been reverted inwards upon yourself. It won't kill you, and you'd be surprised by how much agony the human body can suffer."
"Oh, you think I'm scared of….ARGH!"
Talia lightly brushed the edge of the knife across his finger. The pain shooting through him turned more intense than anything else they've ever experienced.
"The pain receptors are more sensitive than ever before," Talia said. She grabbed his wrist to empathize. "Therefore, if you don't answer my questions the lightest touch will be agony."
She raked her fingernail across the man's arm to prove this point. Lucas Brody's blood curdling shriek caused Dick to lean forward.
"You better do what the lady says," Dick said. "She knows how to cause someone agony which makes them wish for death without killing them at all."
"Tell me what Blackfire's after."
"Our great father is after salvation for all of Gotham City," Brody said. "I would think the daughter of Ra's Al Ghul would understand we cannot save without burning the wicked and only sparing the righteous."
Talia clenched her teeth. The man had some knowledge of the League's past business practices. Someone from within the League worked with Blackfire.
"I will stand proudly and will not fall at the feet of a non-believer," Lucas said. Talia responded by jamming a dagger into Lucas's arm. The man's words had faded due to a blood curdling and agonizing shriek. "You can't break me!"
"We'll see!" Talia yelled when she rammed the dagger into her. "I'm going to ask you one more time before I start getting angry. What is Blackfire after? What are his plans for Gotham City? And what do you think you have to gain for not divulging this information?"
Lucas's eyes blurred over in agony. His mind started to slowly break when the knife twisted into his shoulder. Talia's expression grew extremely cold and very agitated the longer she waited.
"He wants salvation, and he hopes to wipe the wicked out of Gotham City," Lucas said, a small amount of blood trickling out of it. "He will forgive me for how long I have stood over your torment. And the other non-believer will suffer consequences."
Dick's eyebrow rose the moment he spoke of another non-believer. A powerful gaze caught the gentleman with a stare. Lucas coughed when he looked up at him.
"Who are you talking about?" Dick demanded.
"The reporter thinks she's being crafty," Lucas said. "We do not suffer the demonic influences of modern media well. And she will serve as an example to those who try and stop our great leader's crusade. Her head will serve as the example."
Lucas began to bleed from his mouth, eyes, and ears. The counter-agent wore up and did not properly negate the attack. Lucas's body started to thrash on the stone slab.
"He knows nothing," Talia said. The Daughter of the Demon planted the dagger deep into the chest of the henchmen. The henchmen's arms and legs twitched about with blood pouring from his mouth.
"He's said something," Dick said. "There's someone in danger at the Church, and Blackfire is going to….Vale, of course."
Talia sensed the look of despair on the young man's face. She prepared to encourage him to head out and take care of business. Only there was no need for her to do so as he already slipped out of the back door. The Daughter of the Demon sighed and she looked skyward.
'You've learned some of his more frustrating habits well.'
"If Vicki Vale is there, you might not have much time," Barbara said. "Are you sure you don't need any backup? Talia had to pump enough tranquilizer into that one guy to stop a pack of elephants."
"I'm…well I'm screwed either way," Dick said for a moment. "I go in there alone and get curb stomped if they catch me. Or I wait for back up and Vicki…is made a martyr for her cause. What am I going to do which doesn't result in two of those outcomes?"
"Good point, Canary and Huntress are nearby, but I'm not sure if they can make it in time," Oracle said. She took a second to draw in a deeper breath. "There you go, this is your moment. Good luck."
Dick didn't think luck would be necessary where he was going. The young man slipped through the doors. He walked into two men who stepped in front of him.
"I didn't expect to see you back so soon, my dear brother," one of the men said. The man's eyes peered off to the side and searched for the other goon.
Dick took advantage of their momentary distraction by leaping over them. The two of them turned around in time to see their adversary deposit a canister on the ground.
"The new recruits should be down the hallway, and to your left," Barbara said. "It looks like you've just showed up in time for orientation."
"I can hardly wait," Dick said, a dryness coating his voice. "Stand by, I may need some air support in about ten minutes. Maybe less."
Vicki Vale stepped in with six other new recruits. They looked in different shapes and sizes. One of them looked to be a terrified child, most certainly not voting age, who had shown up here. The two men who brought them in stepped back.
"All hail our father, for he will show us the light!" one of the men called.
The doors opened. The Deacon cast an imposing shadow on them the second he stepped into the picture. Vicki appreciated the cult of personality the man exhibited and also had been extremely intimidated by it. She looked up, trying not to betray her nervousness. The others watched him awe.
"Welcome, my brothers and sisters!" Deacon Blackfire called. "Today, we join together under the eyes of god for new recruits who will be spared when Gotham City goes through it's reckoning. And I am pleased to take each and every one of you underneath my wing. Or I would be, if there wasn't a small problem."
Deacon Blackfire lifted up a staff. The staff rattled in a hypnotic manner and drew Vicki's attention forward. The reporter watched the point of the staff and never saw anything like it.
"There's a snake who is trying to sneak inside ourselves and sew the seeds of dissension within the flock!"
Vicki wondered how he could know. The hard-nosed journalist adopted a stoic stance. No sudden movements and no one would tell she was in here to try and get to the bottom.
"Young lady, come forth!"
The man's finger pointed directly towards Vicki. Many accusatory eyes cast towards her. Vicki swallowed the lump in her throat and stepped closer towards the man. Deacon Blackfire rattled his staff.
"There must be some mistake."
"God does not make mistakes, and considering I am the humble servant of God, I do not make mistakes!" Blackfire yelled. "I have been chosen for his crusade to spite the wicked in Gotham City. And you, Miss Vale are the wicked. You have tempted those of pure heart, and you will suffer for your sins."
The two large goons grabbed Vicki by the arms. She tried to free herself.
"All great movements require a sacrifice," Deacon Blackfire said. "Let it be known, my brothers, my sisters, this snake will not undermine all we've done and neither will….a bat!"
Batman dropped down from the rafters. The two goons threw Vicki to the ground. One of them charged Batman. Batman dodged the attack and started to nail the goon with a series of rapid fire punches. Batman channeled all of his strength into one huge punch.
"A demonic bat at that!" Deacon Blackfire yelled. The crazed man waved a goblet and hurled the contents on it. "Begone you demon!"
The contents of the goblet flew through the air. Batman dodged the attack. The contents hit the wall and burned a hole through it. Batman rushed Deacon Blackfire and grabbed him before throwing him down off of the pulpit! Batman wrapped his hand around him.
"You can't kill me any more than you can destroy the conscience of evil going through this city," Deacon Blackfire said. "And they will all stand before me."
Several stones nailed Batman across the back. The Deacon's followers started to hurl stones and other small objects at him.
Vicki rose to her feet, and Batman grabbed her around the waist. He fired a grapnel and launched them to the ceiling.
"Let him leave, he cannot run when the eternal fire bathes Gotham City!" Deacon Blackfire yelled.
Vicki found herself breathing heavily. Batman turned towards her for a moment.
"Thank God, you saved me," Vicki said.
"I wouldn't thank anyone just yet," Batman said in one of his gruffer tones of voice.
"Just who are you underneath that mask?" Vicki asked. "You're….I don't know what…there's something about you which is different."
"Hold on," Batman said, not entertaining this question. "Where is your apartment?"
"South side….three blocks down," Vicki said, wrapping on tightly around his waist. "You're…you're different aren't you?"
"If you're fishing for a story, Ms. Vale, you're wasting your time," Batman said.
Vicki grew silent. Most people would be deterred by getting cut off. The air blew in her face and whipped her hair back and forth. Vicki was not most people and would not be deterred. She would get to the bottom of this.
The rush of nearly losing her life caused Vicki excitement beyond all belief. The moment Batman dropped her off at her apartment, Vicki took half of a step back.
"People might think you're insane, whoever you are," Vicki said. "You really keep Gotham City….you keep it more balanced…what do you think Blackfire is up to?"
The question had been asked before Vicki had really too much of a chance to think about it. The reporter's swift ability to ask a question almost got the better of her a couple of times.
"No good," Batman said. "He said something about an Eternal Fire."
He would have to relay this message back to Talia.
"Now, you're safe Ms. Vale, I'll be going."
Dick had been distracted for a moment by the damsel in distress. Now she was in less distress, Dick needed to get back to work.
"Wait!"
Vicki grabbed Batman's wrist and prevented him from leaving. The Dark Knight turned around and raised an eyebrow in the woman's general direction.
"I….would like to thank you."
The reporter could not believe she was doing this.
"It's all in the day's…."
Vicki cut off Batman's words by kissing his lips. The moment she touched his lips, Vicki knew something was quite curious. This was a much younger man than she expected. The rate he returned the kiss told Vicki he was not too much experienced.
Dick reached around and cupped a hand full of one of the most sought after woman in Gotham City. His lust increased with Vicki's fingers traveling down and brushing against his crotch.
"You deserve thanks for all you've done," Vicki said. "And the number of times you've….pulled me out of trouble, it's about time I started to give something back."
"Do you treat all of your saviors like this, Ms. Vale?" Dick asked, voice cracking a little bit with humor."
Vicki started to unbutton her shirt and reveal a bra covered chest to Dick's line of sight. He caught sight of Vicki's breasts contained in this bra. She wiggled the skirt down. A pair of lacy red panties flashed in front of them.
"Let's see how talented you are with those hands," Vicki said.
Vicki Vale pressed against the wall. The younger man kissed the daylights out of the reporter. Questing hands joined his tongue in the exploration. He grabbed Vicki around the her ass and pushed her against the wall.
The bat suit started to get a little tight. Dick reached down and undid the bottom section of the suit. His hardening cock pressed against Vicki's panty covered mound.
"Oh, god," Vicki said, with a heavy breath. His hands grabbed her breasts and squeezed them. "Oh, god."
The strong hands squeezed her breasts. The young man used one of his hands and pealed Vicki's panties off. He could tell in an instant it has been a long time for her.
"Don't tease me," Vicki said while lifting her hips in an attempt to encourage his monster cock to enter inside her. "Take me and make me yours."
Dick inched his throbbing rod against the edge of Vicki's entrance and slid deep inside her. The white hot sensation of her extremely tight pussy hugging against his cock made Dick close his eyes.
"Damn, you're so tight."
Vicki kept herself in good shape. Her stocking clad legs wrapped around her lover's waist to encourage him to bury himself deeper inside her.
"Yes, yes, more!" Vicki yelled.
Dick gave her even more. A deep thrust buried inside her. The sensations of her tight muscles engulfing him caused a tingling feeling to rise through his heavy balls. Dick lifted up one hand and rubbed his fingers against Vicki's eager nipples.
His questing mouth wrapped around her nipple. Vicki gasped at the sensation. The biting down on her nipple caused Vicki's loins to shoot off with fire. Her hips lifted up. Vicki grabbed onto the back of the handsome young man's head.
"Yes, bite my nipples, bite them! Mark my tits, they're all for you, baby!"
"You can't get enough, can't you?" he growled with a large thrust inside her. "Your tight pussy being pounded. I bet it feels empty without a big cock to drill into it."
Vicki gasped when the young man before her treated her body like it belonged to him. She hung onto his waist to properly allow the pounding against the wall.
"No, I can't get enough of it!" Vicki yelled. She pumped her hips towards his throbbing cock. "I can't get enough of it! I want even more of it. I want you to pound me, pound me raw!"
The sensation of Vicki's fingers digging into the back of Dick's neck made this even more exciting. The throbbing rose from his balls.
Vicki gasped as his cock stuffed deep into her belly. Her cunt relaxed and contracted around the stud. Every single vein pulsed and touched Vicki.
"You're hitting me in places I never knew could feel anything," Vicki said, chewing down on the side of her lover's neck. "Take me harder, make me scream."
"Are you going to be my whore?" Dick growled in her ear. "Are you going to scream for my cock like it owns you?"
"Yes, yes, anything!" Vicki shouted at the top of her lungs. Dick's thick manhood spiked deep inside her. "Take me for as long as you want, as hard as you want. Just make me yours and make me scream!"
Vicki's tight walls contracted around him. The machine pounding her pussy with ruthless efficiently.
"I'm going to make you cream so hard over my big cock," he growled, never once letting up on the ruthless pounding he gave Vicki's cunt. "You're not going to be able to feel your legs, and when you sit down…you're going to feel where I've been."
Batman mastered the pussy of this reporter. The prize he sought from the rescue of her clenched around him. Vicki's pussy muscles closed around him. Her cunt continued to milk him in time for several large thrusts.
Vicki's entire body inflamed with an extremely powerful orgasm. The moment it finished traveling through her body, the man ravishing her pulled up.
The reporter tried to protest this predicament. The protest had been settled when he grabbed her and pushed her down onto the bed.
"Fuck me like an animal," Vicki said.
The animalistic instincts flashing through Dick's mind made him want to do just that. The lust for this perfect dripping pussy beneath his tool caused him to grow even harder. Dick pressed his cock tip against Vicki's entrance and slid inside her.
"I bet you like this, don't you?"
Dick held onto her hips and pumped down into her. The thrusts of his cock going down into Vicki's cunt caused the able bodied reporter's hips to roll up to meet Dick's incoming thrusts. Vicki closed her hips around with a hungry stare into his eyes.
"Yes, yes, baby, more, give me more of your big cock! I want it to batter me! Batter my pussy so raw!"
Dick obeyed the woman's request. His cum swollen balls slammed into Vicki. The sight of her breasts bouncing only inflamed the passion. Dick reached down and grabbed one of Vicki's globes and squeezed it.
The firm handling of her tits caused Vicki's pussy to clench again. Sometimes she got into more trouble than it was worth. She needed a strong man to be able to keep her under everything. This man did it, did it with style and flair.
"You've cum again," Dick said. "Is this making you cum?"
Vicki could feel her tits molded in his hands. The firm caressing of them hardened her nipples to the point where they could cut through glass.
"I wonder how much this would make you cum?"
The manly lips wrapped around Vicki's hard button and started to suck on it. A tooth nibbled on her. Vicki thrust her hips up and bucked up to meet his incoming thrusts.
Vicki's hot body writhed underneath Dick's sculpted one. The sex vixen moaned deeply when her lover came down deep inside her. The hard and fast thrusts caused Vicki to scream out loud.
The reporter could not believe the stamina this young stud boasted of. Her body racked in a constant state of orgasm and he barely gave any hint of slowing down. His balls hit her every so often. Vicki's center clutched around him.
"Come on, faster," Vicki said. The belly stuffing thrusts brought Vicki closer to another peak. "I want your cum in me. Is this too much to ask? Your big balls must have a really big load. Put it inside me, give me everything you have…just think about how good it will feel going inside this tight cunt."
The stroking of Vicki's stocking clad lads caused the reporter to moan deeply and hungrily in her lover's ear. The huge thrusts inside her cunt caused her to clench.
Dick grunted when he pushed inside her. The sounds and the feel of her sweaty mature body buried underneath his body. She was right.
"Squeeze my tits, fuck my tight body, shoot your big load into me," Vicki said. "Give me all your cum…I need it all….I need everything."
"You're nothing but a slut who gets herself captures so she can be rescued, and shoved deep with my cock," Dick said. "All of you damsel's in distress are the same, getting yourselves into trouble, while dreaming about your hero's big cock."
Vicki really clenched around him. While not true, the words caused her to get hot.
"We can't resist….especially when I spread the word….women will be finding new ways to get into trouble," Vicki said breathing. "When they hear about how big and strong your prick is."
"You wouldn't dare," Dick said, grabbing her by the hair and thrusting inside her.
"Guess, you're going to have to fuck my brains out, and make this…a repeat performance!" Vicki breathed heavily.
"Are you trying to black mail me?" Dick growled in her ear.
"Oh, I've been a bad girl, and you know what happens to bad girls, don't you?" Vicki asked in a husky voice.
Vicki's question had been answered by the rapid fire thrusting inside her. Her pussy would be sore for a week, and yet it would also feel empty without these cock. She reached up and pushed her breasts into his face. The contents of this man's swollen balls edged closer towards her.
Dick was about ready to release his frustration and her cum.
"You've been building up a huge load," Vicki said, grabbing onto his ass and encouraging him to thrust in with a squeeze. "Time to…pay up."
Vicki grinded her hot body from her position against him. Her vaginal walls tightened around Dick and tried to coax the contents from his balls deep inside her pussy.
Dick could not resist the charms of this sex goddess any longer. The build up inside him was about ready collapse. His hands found Vicki's amazingly sexy hips.
The rapid fire thrusts inside her made Vicki realize one thing. The end was almost here. Her breasts jiggled enticingly. The dark clad vigilante caught her nipples with a few more thrusts. Another orgasm rose up in her body and crashed down hyperstimulating all of her nerve endings.
The dark haired youth released his orgasm inside Vicki the moment her nerve endings were at the most heightened. The spurts of cum fired inside of the reporters shapely body. Vicki panted and moaned. Her cunt tightened around him with a secondary orgasm on her end, milking him dry.
One more mind shattering orgasm lapsed Vicki into a state of unconsciousness.
Dick did the gentlemanly thing by finishing inside her. He grabbed a sheet and pulled it over Vicki. It was time to take his leave.
Vicki rolled over the next morning, the alarm clock had gone off. It rang several times before Vicki stirred out of a semi-catatonic state Her lover disappeared into the night and left the reporter a sore and sticky mess. The results of her little encounter dripped from between her legs still. Vicki rubbed herself and gave a satisfied moan.
"Well, that worked out better than I thought."
To Be Continued.
