Ok folks new story. Hope you enjoy this one. A few warnings before you begin. This story is crossposted from QQ,new chapters go up every five days on here

and daily on there. The daily chapters are 2k words, the ones on here are 10k. If I do advanced chapters later they'll go by the 2k chapters not the 10k. Next

there are several graphic scenes in this story. They aren't incredibly common but they also aren't marked because they were written as individual chapters

there is depictions of BDSM and other kinks so if that bothers you don't continue, this was the only warning I'm posting on that. Otherwise hope you like it.

I groaned in misery as I let my head smack loudly into the shabby wooden table in my apartment. Well, I say my apartment, but I should probably say our apartment. The ramshackle three bedroom in downtown Chicago I was sharing with four beautiful women should have been heaven, but today was the fifth day in a row I couldn't find a damn job.

I should probably clarify my current situation. My name is Cameron Beddows, I am eighteen years old, antisocial, much more intelligent than the average (though probably less intelligent than I like to think), and currently stranded in another universe. We had been here a week, all told, and honestly even managing to get this shitty apartment was probably much better luck than I should have expected, but regardless of that fact it wasn't enough.

Luckily for me (read, I would be dead otherwise) I was not stranded her alone. In point of fact I was here with several gorgeous girls I knew fairly well, at least in the abstract. I had been unable to speak when I noticed who I had landed with honestly, too shell shocked to be around the closest I'd met to literal goddesses. That being said their talents had more than kept me alive to this point so I think my girls deserve a roll call.

First up we have Kara Kent, slim, pretty, a year or two younger than me and literally the happiest most energetic girl I've ever met. Kara pretty much oozes cheer and joy and just genuinely finds everything thats going on fascinating, though I suspect thats at least partly to do with her being almost invincible. In terms of fear of the unknown Kara doesn't have much to worry about, besides which she ended up here with friends of hers, even if they aren't exactly her versions of them.

The first of those friends being Barbara Gordon. Barb is gorgeous, as one might expect from someone that elicits the reactions she does from people who deal with actual goddesses and alien princesses. Her hair is blood red and her eyes look like fucking emeralds. The one curve ball is as mentioned this isn't Kara's Barb. Barbara Gordon was in her mid twenties and wheelchair bound when Kara got to earth, but this Barb is still toned and lithe and in shape, she appears to be about my age.

The last person from DC to show up was Raven, who apparently WAS from the same version of that universe as Barb, though not the same one as Kara, the two had still known each other in the kryptonians home universe and Raven was yet another familiar face. Raven was seventeen, a year younger than I was and...well she was pretty much a stereotypical goth big titty gf. Easily the bustiest of the group sporting an F cup, Raven gave credence to the popular fanfiction portrayals of her massive mammaries. She was also the calmest member of your group, her almost supernaturally delicate features in a constant relaxed state of neutral blankness.

The fourth member of our little party though, she was an outlier. Yang Xiao Long was actually one of the best possible girls to end up stranded with in my opinion, though she was admittedly very worried about her little sister stuck at home without her. I think DC sort of made the other girls jaded to crazy shit happening but Yang was worried and sad and stressed. Thankfully the other girls were sympathetic and accepted the busty blonde brawler into their ranks immediately, doing their best to console her.

The five of us had ended up in an empty warehouse in Chicago and it had taken me a while to figure out this was another universe at all. The major clue had been when I tried calling every fucking person I knew and got nothing. The second clue had been when we had snuck Barb into a library and she'd hacked into every federal database she could find searching for me or any of the people I knew and none of them existed.

The third and most obvious clue however, was how, when Kara had flown off to colorado to try to get us a bit of gold from the mountains for some startup capital, she had come back with a chunk of ore the size of my head and a chunk of arm the size of my fist MISSING from her left bicep. Luckily Raven was able to heal her up, but the kryptonians fearful recounting of sensing something living in the mountains in Colorado and being ambushed by some invisible and judging by the wound probably magical predator made it clear we weren't in Kansas anymore.

Fast forward a week and we had managed to melt down the gold ore and sell it off. Barb had combed the internet for local places with good pricing and we were rationing the stuff since we clearly couldn't get any more anytime soon. We used the funds raised to bribe a shitty apartment super to rent us a three bedroom crap shack for cash under the table, though we were overpaying by at least half, and I had decided to start looking for a job.

Which brings me to now, sitting slumped over my kitchen table with my forehead against the cool wood, groaning in soul crushing despair at the nonsense I had to go through. A sharp cough brought me out of my reverie as i glanced up at the annoyed expression of my redheaded roomate. "Cam, if you're going to slump dramatically in a defeated fashion can you do it somewhere else, your head is on my notes."

The gorgeous computer genius/gymnast/supermodel/instrument of justice I shared my apartment with raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow and gestured hurriedly for me to speed it up as I dragged my head up off the cool table. I returned her glare with equal grouchiness "My head hurts, I spent all day trying to convince someone to hire me under the table because SOMEBODY says she can't make us new identities."

She snatched her notes from under me, wrinkling her button nose in disgust at the small flecks of drool i had apparently left on them before turning her patented disapproving frown on me full force. "I told you, I don't know how to do that, it's illegal and i never learned. I could probably figure it out with a good computer setup, but we don't have enough for anything fancy and here because we need to save the gold Kara brought back."

We both winced at the mention of our peppy blonde roommate, who had been noticeably shaken by the attack on her in the mountains. Our Kryptonian spent most of her time in her room now, and was markedly less cheerful when she was out. Raven had informed us after using her empathic healing that Kara hadn't been hurt since she had gotten to earth with the exception of her time brainwashed by Darkseid and the direct aftermath. The blood and the feeling of helplessness were even more upsetting to someone with no context for them.

I felt my face soften as I took in the equally worried furrow of Barbs perfect brow and reached out to grab her hand. "Hey, she's going to be ok. Once I get some income going I'll take her out for a day on the town. She just needs to have some fun and see this world isn't so bad." In reality she could hear every word we were saying, and I hoped my reassuring tone would help put her at ease.

Barbs porcelain face flooded with red as I grabbed her hand and she looked down shyly, and I noted the weirdest thing about this universe. These girls were all crazy about me. Like genuinely head over heels. Even Raven seemed more at ease and relaxed when I was around and the busty goth was downright cuddly sometimes, though she usually did it while pretending to be staring at something else or ignoring me, like a cat.

You would think that would be the greatest thing in the world, but the girls were all worried and sad about being stuck here, and they were all genuine heroes and wonderful people. I wasn't a paragon of moral virtue by any stretch of the imagination but I wouldn't pressure them into anything sexual while they were reeling from the shock of ending up here. I also acknowledged it was weird they were in love with me, but to be fair I was pretty much half in love with them based on what I knew of them so at least it wasn't one sided.

Barb cleared her throat and pulled her hand away, no doubt giving me space for the same reason I was giving it to her and dropped into a seat across the table from me. "I hope so. We can just give her time. Meanwhile I've been doing more research on the absolutely glacial internet this complex has and have dug up more than a few disturbing things." She turned her head to the two girls in the living room ten feet or so away "Yang do you want to sit in on our discussion?" Her face hardened as she turned to the living rooms other occupant. "I suppose YOU can weigh in too if you'd like."

Something I had found out once everything calmed down after Kara's attack was that while Barb and Raven were from the same world and nominally on the same side they were NOT friends. Barbara had a deep grudge against the other girl. Raven had apparently spent some time traveling alone when she arrived on earth and had developed certain carnal proclivities.

Being a teenager Raven was fairly interested in sex, but her whole no feeling joy thing made it difficult in her last dimension (she hadn't been able to feel Trigons influence since arriving so it appeared this universe was too far for a connection or something). Her solution had been sexual masochism and Barb had been understandably unhappy when she caught the pretty half demon being rather brutally facefucked by her then boyfriend, Dick Grayson.

It was the kind of thing I had always kind of assumed super powered teens in DC got into but was never mentioned in the comics. Regardless the redhead wasn't a fan of the busty purple haired goth and made that abundantly clear. For her part Raven seemed mostly ambivalent to the other girl, but then Raven seemed mostly ambivalent to pretty much everything that wasnt passive aggressively cuddling against me so it was hard to say how she felt.

Raven, who had been reading a book curled up in a chair looked up with a bored, almost sleepy expression on her beautiful face. "No thank you, I'm enjoying this book. I appreciate you effort to include me though Barbara. I'll be sure to keep one ear open so I can hear the results of your dedicated research." As usual there was zero emotion in the sentence, and it was impossible to tell if she was genuinely grateful to be asked or if she was just taunting the redhead.

Barb, who seemed to assume it was the latter, turned red for a totally different reason, and I had to clear my throat quickly to keep things from escalating. "That's fine Rae, thank you. You're of course free to continue your book. If it's that good maybe I could read it when you're finished?" The easiest way I had found to get them to stop fighting was to just bullrush over them and move the conversation along forcefully. "Yang, how about you? Want to get in on this?"

Weird quirk of remnant, or at leas the one Yang was from, they apparently didn't have TV, and the blonde brawler had been glued to one I had bought since I set it up. She waved her hand casually without even looking away from the screen. "No thanks Cam, I'm watching Larry Fowler. Can you believe he has a guy on here who says hes a wizard?" My expression and blood both froze at her words, and I felt genuine terror grip me. Well, looks like I knew what universe we ended up in. Shit.

I slumped down on the couch, staring blankly at the incredibly tall man in the coat on the screen. He wasn't wearing the hat of course. The books even said he didn't wear the hat. I kind of expected it though. This put several things in context. For one I knew exactly when we were in the timeline, for another I knew the universe. Both of those things should have been good, but they were actually very, vey, bad.

Firstly this was Harry's second interview with Fowler, judging by the fact that he was actually wearing the coat Susan gave him, which he didn't get until later. That meant this was death masks, which meant I had been unknowingly walking around a city with knights of the blackened fucking denarius. Secondly, this was the DRESDEN FILES. My girls were pretty OP in their own right but at least one of them was hard countered by this entire fucking universe. I kind of wanted to go hide in the bedroom with Kara now, turns out she was the smart one all along.

And oh god, what about Kara. I didn't know what attacked her but it could have been so much worse, what was I thinking sending her out on her own. With no magic resistance at all she was basically human to any magical predator. She might have some resistance to psychic bullshit because of her TTK but a fireball or a lance of force would have torn her apart. Raven would probably be the safest out of all of us, since her demonic powers were massive and also kind of countered most Dresden style bullshit, especially with Trigon out of play here, but this was...bad.

Raven seemed to have noticed my panic attack, walking over to kneel down in front of me and putting her hands on my knees. She didn't say anything, knowing that I would tell her when I was ready to speak, just reassuring me with her presence. Smart girl, my half demon. Of course, Barbara wasn't going to follow her lead on anything at all so she immediately asked. "Hey, are you listening to me? What the hell Cam?" She paused when she took in my drawn complexion and my eyes fixed on the TV. "Hey are you alright? What's going on?"

Raven looked up at her impassively, answering for me. "Something on the television is giving him a panic attack. It appears to be taking extreme effort for him not to start hyperventilating." She wasn't wrong. The main reason I wasn't talking was my attempts to keep my breathing level. That said, once she stated it out loud I felt a bit silly about going literally mute from shock and took a minute or two to do some deep breathing to try and calm down so I could talk.

Yang apparently noted the commotion and turned away from the TV to check on me, and even Kara came out of her room to see what was wrong, having obviously heard every word of this entire conversation. I stood up and headed over to the dining room table, sitting down next to Barb and gesturing for the others to take a seat. "So. I recognized where we are. It...isn't good. This universe has a pretty decent amount of predators that will be dangerous for any of us, even Kara. Maybe especially Kara, honestly."

Kara's eyes widened a bit in fear, but I reached out and grabbed her hand, squeezing it gently to show her I was here. Barbara of course, wanted more information. " What kind of predators are we talking here? Magic obviously, if they're a threat to a Kryptonian, but what are they specifically? When you say you recognize this world I assume this is a fictional media situation? Where every universe matches up to a story from somewhere? The League has had a few of those."

I nodded, because she might have been right, or maybe someone in another world picked up the events in some kind of dream visions or esp, didn't really change much. "Yeah i think so. Honestly same way I know you guys. I'm sure you caught on to me recognizing you. This particular universe is the setting for a series of urban fantasy noir books called The Dresden Files. The main character is...well...that guy." I pointed at the TV, where Larry Fowler was grilling Harry on live television, next to a duke of the red fucking court. Fuck, I forgot about that stupid duel.

Barbara winced. "I'm going to be honest, the noir thing doesn't fill me with confidence. I take it that he actuall is a wizard then? If he'd the main character and you freaked out this much, should we leave? Run away from where he is? Maybe we would be safer somewhere more story adjacent." I had actually considered it, during my little episode I had been running through plans for what to do in this situation, but I ultimately came to the opposite conclusion. Still I was impressed at her for putting that together without me saying it, student of the worlds greatest detective for the win.

I shook my head decisively "No. I understand the impulse, and I considered it but we're actually safer here for a few reasons. Firstly the books take place months apart, and when there isn't a crazy monster or group of psychos raining hell on the city Chicago is mostly safer than other places because Dresden has a serious rep. People don't fuck with the big man except for the real bad asses, and I know who and what those are and how to avoid them. Second this world is pretty even in its dispersal of awful shit, even if they don't show it, we would be in just as much danger but I wouldn't know anything about it."

Kara seemed to be getting herself under control now, though she was gripping my hand a bit tight, I wasn't about to stop her. Kara was the youngest of all of us by a year, and in some ways fear like this was completely alien to her. I pulled her off her seat and into a hug, and she exhaled raggedly, putting her head on my shoulder as I held her. It wasn't a sexual thing or anything like that, I'm just a very huggy person, and she seemed like she could really use one. Barbara reached out and started rubbing her back in slow gentle circles.

Yang, by contrast, didn't seem as worried as the two girls (Raven was as stoic as ever so you had no clue what was going on in her head) she looked unhappy with the situation but wasn't panicking which was probably not surprising given she lived on a shattered death world overrun by hate creatures made from sentient darkness. She furrowed her brow "So these things we're dealing with? Are they like the Grimm? You said you knew about us through stories like this guy, so you must know what I'm talking about right?"

I nodded at her question. "I do know about the Grimm, and no, there aren't really any things like that here...yet. Some things show up later that are a bit similar, but we can jump off that bridge when we come to it. In some ways, this is both a really good and really bad time for us to be here. There are no faeries in town right now, and wont be for a few years, those bastards are bad news for us, they breathe magic basically and Kara will be especially vulnerable. There are vampires here, but honestly Kara is pretty much a hard counter to most vampires. They're all brawn and most of them don't do magic. What we need to be really scared of right now are the Denarians."

Barbara had her notepad flipped to a new page and was taking all of this down as I talked. "Wait. We should put down as much information on each threat as we can, just so we have access to it to plan around. Can you tell me more about the vampires? And we should have an understanding of the faeries for when they do make their way back. I wonder if there's a book store that has information on these things, I might be able to put together a library for reference." The last part was partly muttering as she busied herself taking notes on future plans.

I realized something fairly unpleasant, and had to reach out to stop her writing. "So a few things. First, I can give you vampire info, but some of the fae can be summoned by speaking their names. Not to mention we need to be careful what we write, there are beings in this world, one of whom is in town actually, that have a kind of prescience involving the written word. The Archive knows everything that gets written down, no matter where or in what language. The combination means there's some things I cant share. Don't ask me how The Archive works by the way I have no clue."

Barbara frowned. "So there are beings that can sense being talked about and beings that can eavesdrop on the written word. That's a bad combination. You mentioned being able to tell me about vampires, so I take it as long as we keep things general on paper and avoid talking out loud about specific entities we should be ok. So tell me what you feel is safe then." I very carefully avoided thinking about the oblivion war, luckily I didn't actually know about any of the old ones I could remember, just their existence and that thinking about them made them more real.

I pursed my lips in though, trying to work out what I could share. Before I did I remembered a rather disturbing fact about Nicodemus. I turned to look at Raven. "Hey Rae, would you be able to tell if something was listening in through the shadows? There's a guy in town who can do that. Is there any way to detect or block it?" I was reasonably sure Nicodemus had to know or care who you were to use that power, but I didn't know how it worked and didn't want him tuning in by accident and catching me knowing details of the future.

Raven closed her eyes for a moment and then shook her head. "I don't feel anything but it may just be that the effect is too passive. I can manipulate shadows though, do you want me to cover us in my soul self? There are no shadows in there, and it should make it near impossible to eavesdrop on us in that manner. I usually only use the inside for transportation, but with my father being cut off from me I should be more than capable of holding us in that space safely."

I nodded and she closed her eyes again, the glowing black power of her soul self falling over us completely, pulling us into some kind of halfway place. She opened her violet eyes again and nodded, and i picked my speech back up. "Ok, knights of the blackened denarius. Those are the big bad's right now. Well, kind of always since they never really get destroyed but they're this years big threat. The knights are thousand plus year old monsters who carry around cursed coins inhabited by fallen angels. Some of them are older than christianity, some of them are pretty young. Some are cunning and ruthless, some are crazy brutes. Theres a lot of variety there. This I would not recommend writing down."

Barbara nodded "Understood. I'll want details on them, but I can commit them to memory, I might not have an eidetic memory like Batman, but its still pretty damn good. I can get all the info you have for me and save it mentally and just write down the general stuff that wont be too suspicious. With all of this in mind though, what do you think our next step should be? Should we contact this Harry Dresden guy?"

I shook my head with a wry smile. We will, but not yet, he's got other things going on right now anyway, we need to give him a few days, an old friend just showed up in town and he's going to be reeling right now. Besides, the one good thing to come out of this entire mess is that I now know how we can get papers and an identity to help us actually navigate in this world." I gave them all a wide smile "Get your workout clothes on girls, we're going to the gym. It's time to pay a visit to Johnny Marcone."

I counted myself lucky that the girls had used a small bit of the gold to go shopping for some clothes, since they showed up costume. Yang, Raven, and Kara all went to get dressed and ready while I went over the basic stuff from the Dresden universe with Barbara. Raven was able to keep the field up, which wasn't surprising considering how she could use the thing for telekinesis.

Once they finished getting dressed Barb went to go get ready real quick, having decided to rush last minute to get as much information as possible. While she did that I consulted with the rest of the girls. "So we're headed for executive priority. Basically it's a really upscale brothel. The girls are all safe and in good health and generally seem pretty happy but I wasn't sure if you guys had any sort of moral objections to sex work. I personally don't care but if going in there will make any of you uncomfortable you don't need to go."

Raven shook her head "I personally don't care as long as they aren't being taken advantage of. I knew many prostitutes when I was traveling when I first came to earth. That profession is ripe for exploitation but as long as it's done in a safe consensual manner it isn't objectionable to me. There were also many such places on Azarath." Her expression was as calm and placid as ever but I honestly was a little surprised. I had pegged the superheroes as being the judgemental type.

Kara piped up next "Same, houses of pleasure were big business on krypton. We genetically engineered our babies, so plenty of people never entered into the nuclear family model so popular on earth. Prostitutes were a common method of stress relief for working class caste members who had no families." Weirdly I could see she was starting to come out of her shell a bit since my revelation. Apparently not being alone in her fear was making it easier for her to conquer, probably wanting to put on a brave front for me. That girl really was worthy to wear the S.

Yang indicated that it didn't bother her either, and Raven informed me that prostitution was legal in Gotham and not at all uncommon so as long as the girls were safe Barb was unlikely to be bothered. My plan here was actually kind of stupid, but other than dropping a whole bunch of noticeable gold in a brothel run by a frequented by known criminals the only way I could think to get a meeting was to bring the girls in as possible hires.

They were all drop dead gorgeous and looked old enough mostly (though they weren't but then, I barely was) which should get us in the door. Marcone might figure out that something was fishy with us, but the big man was bound to have noticed us eventually and if you were going to deal with a mob boss Johnny Marcone was a pretty solid one to deal with. As long as we paid up he would keep faith on the papers.

Barb finally came back and i filled her in on the plan, much to my surprise she wasn't against it. She had done undercover work as Batgirl a few times and this was no different. Before we left though I made sure to stop everyone. "One other thing. Names here have power, and I know for a fact that some of yours are public knowledge. I don't know if being from out of town protects us, but we might want to use pseudonyms. I believe the names need to be freely given from your own lips to be a danger but I'm not sure. I suggest fake last names, or we just stick to single name introductions."

Raven's mouth gave a pensive twist. "Metaphysically binding magic like that should be universe specific. It works based on resonating the name of a being with their place in the construct of the greater universe they reside in. We should be immune to such a resonance. Especially if we are a story here, there would be many versions of us named, it would be unlikely the caster could isolate which instance the name connects to. That said Kara and I already use pseudonyms, and Yang and Barbara can just omit their middle names should they have any."

I exhaled in relief at that, i knew jack shit about magic but if our sorceress said it was fine we should be good. We set out, catching a bus to the address Barb had looked up while she was getting ready. Executive priority was in fact open for business. We didn't have a car or anything so we had to use the bus line to get basically anywhere. It was...something of a spectacle honestly. The girls workout clothes were very tight and skimps, mostly because that was what breathed, but we also wanted to make a good impression to get us in the door.

They all looked amazing in their outfits, though Raven was the most eye catching, her vampire pale breasts just about exploding out of her straining tank top. I was apparently not subtle about looking because Barb noticed my glances and glared daggers at Raven, putting one foot up on the seat nearest the bus pole she was holding to highlight the curve of her exceptionally toned ass. I'm not going to say it didn't work, my gaze was pretty torn between the two.

Kara and Yang were bonding, sitting down on a nearby bench talking cheerfully about their respective homes. It made sense to me they would get along, they were both strong girls with bright personalities, and it was good for them to make friends here. Speaking of bright, it also occured to me that I wasn't. Yang had Aura. I had completely spaced on that in all the madness of looking for a job and adjusting to the girls presence. Judging by Pyrrha getting winded unlocking Jaune's aura I doubted it was safe to awaken Raven or Kara's, but Barb and I would both be able to get a powerful life saving ability.

Finally the bus arrived and we all filed off, getting lots of stares but being in good enough shape and in a big enough group no weird bus lurkers tried to hit on the girls. We ended up at a nice upscale two story building. The first floor was stores and law offices and stuff, with the second being listed as Executive Priority Health. There was an intercom outside the building that I assumed would be needed to buzz us into the elevators to the second floor.

I looked at the girls, not sure who should take this part, but Barb, ever the natural leader stepped up and pressed the button. We waited a second before a cheerful voice echoed out of the speaker. "Hi there! Executive priority health! This is Bonnie speaking how may I help you?" Apparently it was the same receptionist. She had been in her early twenties when Harry came her later in the series, I was guessing she was newly eighteen at this point if she was working here already.

Barbara put on her own cheery voice and responded. "Hi! My name is Barb, and I and some of my friend heard about this place from our friend Jenny who said her Daddy comes here sometimes and that he always tips really well and so do his friends. We're all in really good shape and we would love to try to apply for a job if you guys have an opening, because we are like super broke. We would be totally awesome at personal training! Also I brought my boyfriend with me just to be safe I hope that's ok? Not that I think you guys are shady or anything but a girl can't be too careful and my boyfriend is really protective you know?"

I raised an eyebrow at the acting skills of Batmans apprentice. Her rambling sunny speech came across as classic ditzy high school girl. It probably helped that the receptionist actually WAS a classic ditzy high school girl, and Barb herself was actually in high school and spent time around girls like this regularly. Whatever the reason the response took a minute but finally came back. "Well we don't usually do walk in interviews but if you guys came all this way Ms. Demeter says she can meet with you to see if you girls are what we're looking for. This place is pretty new, so you got lucky because we always need new trainers! We might even be able to work out a membership deal for your boyfriend!"

Barbara squealed with joy "Oh thank you so much, we'll head right up, you guys are totally not going to regret this! We'll head right up and meet with your boss. Oh this is going to be so much fun! I love working out! I'm a gymnast and I'm amazing at it, I could totally teach yoga or something, I'm really flexible!" Honestly I suspected we were being let in because "Ms. Demeter" had a soft spot for pretty teen girls and didn't want a bunch of teenaged girls this airheaded running around without supervision but that worked for me.

We got into the elevator and hit the button for floor two, and the girls all tried to put on their best smiles, except for Raven, who just looked super goth and disaffected but that pretty much went with her vibe and besides you doubted anyone was going to be able to keep their eyes on her face with those huge tits popping out of that tank. The elevator dinged on the correct floor and we all milled out to be greeted by Bonnie.

The gorgeous brunette had a bright smile on her face as she greeted the girls "Hi there! Wow you are all certainly very pretty! I imagine Ms. Demeter will be happy to have you applying and I would be excited to work with you guys!" She gestured to a pretty blonde next to her "This is Jessie, she'll take you guys to Ms Demeters office!" I would normally have marveled at the explosive cheer packed into every sentence but I was a bit distracted by her revelation.

Jessie. This was Jessica Blanche. This girl got murdered by the Skavis in White Knight. The perky blonde girl in front of me had less than four years to live if nothing changed. Luckily I wasn't the focus of attention and Jessie most likely was more than used to being stared at because my gawking didn't seem to make anyone suspicious. She led us back to the managers office, and I made a mental note to mention to Barbara what was going to happen to her. Worst case we could just have Kara heat vision the Skavis from orbit sometime in the future. Just to be safe.

We arrived at "Ms Demeter's" office and Jessie let us all file in. The woman behind the desk was pretty enough and her face, as described by Dresden was utterly impassive. She was giving Raven a run for her money which was fairly impressive. She looked up as we came in and one eyebrow raised. "My you girls are certainly very lovely. I suppose it's my lucky day such breathtaking young ladies chose to come and interview at my health club, please, take a seat."

She mostly seemed to ignore me, which was definitely fair. Barbara as always took the lead after we sat down, being up to date on Helen Beckitt and the situation here and in the city. She offered the woman a smile. "I'm afraid we may have tweaked the facts a bit. We're here less for an interview and more for a meeting." She reached down into her bag and pulled out a gold bar, plunking it down on the desk in front a surprised Helen Beckitt. "We'd like to speak to your employer about a...business transaction."

Helen Beckitt, unsurpisingly, did not immediately take the group of teens who dropped a gold bar on her desk to see her employer. It's easy to forget, reading from the perspective of Harry, that most people in the Dresden files, and even in Marcone's organisation, do not deal with the supernatural regularly. Because Helen was used to dealing with normal criminals, even though she was aware of the supernatural, us showing up like this was more obnoxious than impressive, setting the wrong baseline for our hopeful meeting with her boss.

It took us about twenty minutes to convince her we needed to talk to the man himself and another twenty to convince her to actually call him, but we finally got our sit down with Gentleman Johnny Marcone. Marcone however, was much more used to the supernatural, and our method of contact was suspicious as fuck to him, so he arranged to meet us at a neutral location, presumably so Sigrun Gard, his Valkyrie enforcer, could attend. I knew from the books she was kept away from this particular business venture because she didn't approve of such things.

Marcone sent Hendricks to pick us up in a limo, which was nice of him, and after a short wait in Beckitts office where we were offered refreshments we all headed down to meet our ride and make our way to our meeting with this worlds napoleon of crime. Hendricks, as it turned out, was just as fucking huge as Harry had described him, resembling nothing so much as a brick wall, but unlike in the books Hendricks seemed friendly and approachable. Greeting us with a slight close mouthed smile and a nod, which for someone like Harry had described was basically a welcoming dance number.

We all piled into the limo and it smoothly pulled out into traffic. Because I was hungry and had been eating fucking Ramen for most meals the last week because the apartment took most of our liquid funds, I binged on the mini bar, with Yang and Kara both grabbing about a dozen candy bars each while I tore into the trail mix. I looked up to see Barb frowning at me a bit, and I coughed. "Sorry, didn't mean to eat it all, you want some?"

When I held out the dish the pretty redhead rolled her eyes "No. That wasn't what was bothering me. look, Cam, I know you know this..." She looked around suspiciously, well aware we were probably being monitored in here. "Place, better than the rest of us and I trust you. But my...old boss, was very against doing business in these sorts of circles. I get that its necessary but are we sure it's the only option. It just doesn't sit right with me."

I stop shoveling trail mix into my mouth and sigh "Look. I get it. I know what your old boss was like, but this is a different...town. Things here are more complicated. In your old town it was just the two sides, but here theres that third side I mentioned. We have to make some compromises for our health and safety." I reached out to grab her hand, queezing it gently. "I really appreciate you having faith in me here Barb. I truly believe this is necessary, and I believe Mr. Marcone is an honorable guy who will hold to our agreement once we come to one."

She just sighed and slumped back, looking more miserable than I'd ever seen her "I know. I do have faith in you. If it's necessary I'm on board. But just the once. We pay for what we need and then we go our own way, I don't want to get pulled into working for...Mr. Marcone." I nodded and smiled at her, reasonably certain Marcone wouldn't try to recruit us anyway. He had a code, and he rarely messed with kids. I was the only one of us who was eighteen, which I suspected was part of why Hendricks had been so friendly (for him).

I wondered how the hell he knew to stock the limo with candy, or if he was just so prepared he had a limo with every kind of potential guest accommodations waiting on standby. In the spirit of keeping up our youthful impression I also gorged myself on whatever candy bars Yang and Kara didnt eat, which admittedly was not many of them, the Kryptonian and the brawler could really put food away, another major reason we had been eating mostly Ramen, since we had to buy the shit in bulk. I managed to snag three snickers, a bag of pretzels and two packs of Reeses out of the jaws of the hunger vortex, and finished it all before we arrived at our destination.

Climbing out of the limo I expected us to be outside a run down warehouse or some kind of parking garage, but oddly we were just at another office building. The place was upscale and well kept but mostly bland and forgettable and Hendricks led us up to the elevator and brought us up to the third floor. Rather than an office we were taken to a well lit conference room, and on the other side of the table sat a pleasantly smiling man in his late thirties early forties, his face youthful and friendly despite his salt and pepper hair and the eyes Harry had described as "the color of old dollar bills".

One thing I noticed when I looked him in those eyes, knowing he wasn't a wizard and I was safe from a soul gaze, was that they weren't as cold and flat as Harry had described. Rather, Marcone's eyes were hard but bright, like polished steel. This man wasn't afraid to do the necessary thing, even if it was terrible, but he genuinely tried to do what he saw as right. Harry's world view was too different than Marcone's, he couldn't separate the businessman from the business.

Behind the kingpin was a woman who could only be Sigrun Gard. She was...a lot. Tall and gorgeous and fit, and scary. Gard came across as a combination of Kara and Barb. That terrifying competence mixed with absolute surety in her own strength. Her face wasn't hard or cold though, she looked at us all with a kind expression, which morphed into one of surprise and interest when she took in my girls.

As a chooser of the slain it was Gard's job to find true heroes and escort them to Valhalla, and apparently she knew the real deal when she saw it. She stared raptly at Kara, and Barbara, and Raven, and Yang. Seeing in all the girls that spark of true heroism that she must have seen thousands of times in the past on the fields of battle. Her eyes did not however fall on me, which honestly wasn't a surprise. I was a normal guy, not a superhero.

Marcone gave us a friendly smile, which to Harry's credit did not in fact reach the mans eyes before gesturing for us to sit down "Please, have a seat ladies and gentleman. I apologize for the long drive, but your meeting request was somewhat unorthodox. I was led to believe you had acquired a healthy reserve of gold and wished to purchase some papers. I of course will need some context for your purchase, I can't in good conscience help five teenagers disappear without knowing the reasoning."

We all sat down in the seats, and Gard leaned down to whisper in Marcone's ear, eliciting a pair of raised eyebrows and a spark of interest in that steely gaze. Barbara, as per usual, took lead here, having the most experience negotiating situations like this, both from her time with Batman and from the knowledge she picked up as a commissioners daughter when her father would tell her stories about his days.

She kept her expression calm and affable "Well, Mr. Marcone. We recently arrived in town, and were hoping to find a place to live and get jobs, but unfortunately our options are limited. For instance, employment at your health club would be out of the question due to all of us save Cameron being underage. We also have no families and some of us are...special, and wouldn't be a good fit for foster care. We heard about your...services, and thought we might avail ourselves of them."

Marcone smiled wolfishly "Please, call me John. I'm sorry to hear about your family situation, and knowing you're just looking to support yourselves is a load off my mind. that said, I find it...unusual that you have no identities at all, even Cameron was it you said his name was? Despite being eighteen. Now I'm not in the business of asking after other people's private lives, but my discretion comes at a premium. Is that a price you're willing to pay?"

Barbara lifte her bag and upended it on the table, causing a loud clatter as fifteen rough hewn gold bars fell on the table. The bars were small, only about a pound each, and able to fit into the palm of my hands, but that was still a solid amount of gold. No pun intended. A pound of gold ran to twenty grand, with some variance and fifteen of them was about three hundred thousand. It wasnt all our gold supply, but we were trying hard not to blow it all, we were hoping to use it to get a house so we could start building a legit threshold.

Marcone raised one of those perfectly manicured brows "I'll admit. I don't traditionally get paid in pure gold. I knew you had the one bar, but I didn't think your supply was so extensive. I'll have to have those appraised of course, but judging by the amount I suspect you're well in the black in terms of cost for even high quality papers. But I suspect, based on the ease with which you dispensed this bounty, that you have even more than that. Moving so much precious metal will be difficult without attracting attention. I'm willing to buy it all at cost. I do business with certain parties that prefer gold to paper currency, and would even be willing to discount you the papers for the favor."

It was Barbs turn to raise an eyebrow "Why would you be willing to give us a discount? Money can buy gold, there are plenty of places to get it other than from us. Convenience doesn't seem like a good reason to throw away money, if you were that generous I doubt you would be in a position to help us in the first place." She made no secret of her suspicion at the offer, and surprisingly Marcone actually smiled.

I think he was hoping she would react like that, and he smiled proudly at Barb like she had answered a question right on a test. "Well spotted, miss. Indeed, I have no reason to discount you anything. But you see, my companion here is a...discerning woman. She tells me you are all very unique people. I enjoy having friendly relationships with unique people, and a small discount for some fond regards in the future is a small price to pay. I trust my associate's judgement completely on this matter."

Barbara looked to me, and i nodded, this was actually a good thing for us, we needed a way to move that gold, and besides, Marcone wasn't evil or anything. plus I knew he wouldnt just kill us and take it, Marcone had a soft spot for kids. A good impression towards the robber baron of Chicago wasn't too steep a price for getting this done. Barb turned back to him and nodded "We have about a hundred and twenty pounds of gold. We melted down three pounds and made some jewelry to sell at cash for gold places to pay for our current accommodations. Now I assume you'll need details for our papers."

Later that night we all made it home, going our separate ways to our individual rooms. I slumped down into my bed, exhausted from my meeting with the kingpin of Chicago. Even if the man had been pleasant (which I had expected) even being around him had been mentally draining. Walking on eggshells was never fun. Still it had been worth it, those papers were going to save our lives, having a threshold was going to be crucial and the extra cash would keep us in good shape until I could find work.

I was considering turning in for the evening when a knock sounded on my bedroom door. I had gotten the only solo room, with me being the only male, Kara and Barb shared a room, and Yang shared hers with Raven, though she said the pale girl almost never slept so it was more like having her own. Speaking of Raven, she was on the other side of the door when I opened it waiting patiently to see me. Looking around to see if anyone else was around I realized the othesr must be in their own rooms and decided to wave her in so I didn't make too much noise in the hallway.

Raven stepped inside, and I enjoyed a very nice show as her breasts bounced in the gym outfit, which she was still wearing from earlier. I closed the door behind her and she walked over to sit down on the bed, with you following to sit beside her. "Hey Rae, whats up? I don't usually see you this late at night. Do you need something?" I wasn't sure what Raven did at night, I hadn't known about the sleep thing until Yang mentioned it, but when I asked her Raven just informed she only needed about three hours due to her biology.

Raven kept her normal stoic expression on, staring at the door as if ignoring me, but speaking up to answer my question anyway. "You were staring at my breasts today. I noticed you looking whenever I moved in any sudden way. You seem to enjoy the way they bounce." Her voice was as monotone as always, like she was talking about the weather, but then, I knew she had trained herself to act that way because of her father and how his powers could run amok.

I was stunned, and my face flushed a bit in embarrassment. "Oh, wow sorry about that Rae, didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I didn't mean to stare, I'll try to lay off looking too much. You're a very attractive girl but that's no excuse for leering. It won't happen again." I didn't think I'd been that obvious about it, sure Barb noticed but I mean… protégé of the worlds greatest detective. If I had been gaping like a perv I felt like an asshole.

Raven gave a shake of her head. "I'm not uncomfortable, I understand. They're quite large and most men enjoy them. My teammate Richard liked to stare at them very much, though he usually preferred them bare. Would you like to see them bare?" My eyes went wide. I knew some of the girls had a crush on me, hell with her cuddling I had figured Raven might, but stories from Barb (which were far from objective) aside, I didn't expect her to be so…forward.

I sat there for a second blinking in shock before responding "Well, I mean I would definitely like that, but are you sure it's ok? We only met recently and things have been kind of crazy. Don't get me wrong your tits are amazing and I'd be an idiot to turn down a show but I don't want to take advantage because you're feeling lonely in a new place. You mentioned your teammate, are you guys dating?"

Raven shook her head, doing amazing things to aforementioned tits "Oh, I understand your hesitation. Nightwing and I aren't in a relationship. Azerath is a much more open place, physical intimacy is shared more freely. Richard enjoyed looking at my breasts so I allowed him to use them for pleasure. We weren't in a relationship. Sadly my father's power made such a thing impossible, any strong emotion or enjoyment would result in the weakening of my defenses. I made Richard treat my breasts extremely rough when he used them in order to prevent myself from feeling too much pleasure, though I admit I developed a fondness for such abuse."

Ok, I suspected, my jaw may never come off the floor at this rate "Alright, well that explains why Barb was so pissed at you. I'm sure you're aware she holds a grudge over catching you with Nightwing. If it wasn't a big deal why not just explain that to her. He's the one who made the mistake not you?" I was trying to genuinely address her problems here instead of focus on the giant tits I could be staring at but it was hard. Heh, hard. See what I did there?

Raven shrugged, again setting off some very intriguing bouncing "Barbara didn't like me from the first time she met me. I was able to read her emotions easily, she's a beautiful intelligent girl, but she isn't very well endowed, she has something of a complex about it. Me being beautiful and having large breasts as well as being around her boyfriend made her dislike inevitable. So as I mentioned earlier I'm not reacting to loneliness. I find you attractive and you seem to enjoy my breasts, I'd like to show them to you, if you want to see them."

I really had no other reason to say no, hell I hadn't even said no in the first place just double checked first. "Well damn, yeah I would love to see them Rae I admit I've been looking. You're a beautiful woman and your tits are gorgeous, though far from the most attractive thing about you. If you're really cool with it feel free to take them out."

Raven nodded, and reaching up simply pulled down her shirt. She just hefted each one up and let them bounce out to hang there in mid air. Well I say hang but honestly it was more like floating because she had almost no sag, which is insane for an F cup. Her nipples were actually purple, which really shouldn't surprise me, but not a violet purple like her hair, more of a soft lilac, and about as round as coke bottles. I admit I was struck dumb staring. They were nice tits.

Raven actually gave a slight smile at my reaction "Would you like to touch them Cameron? Richard liked to hold them in his hands and squeeze them. He also enjoyed shoving his penis between them. You can do that too if you would like. I admit to being curious about the size of your penis, most men are engulfed completely in my breasts, but Richard's penis stuck out the top. He enjoyed having me lick the tip while I rubbed the shaft with the sides of my breasts."

I felt my eyes almost glaze over with lust as I reached out to grope one of the most desirable superheroines I had ever had the pleasure of reading about. Her tits were everything I had hoped for. Almost unnaturally soft, her nipples hardened already from either the cold or taking out her breasts for a man. You really did want to put you dick in there, but her mention of Dick Grayson made me a bit nervous, the guy was a legendary ladies man, I was pretty big actually but I wasn't sure I measured up to fucking Nightwing.

Figuring in for a penny in for a pound I stood up and took my cock out, which actually really helped because my pants had been straining for a few minutes now. I stood in front of Raven and slid my dick between her tits, really hoping I would come out the other side at least. I was ten inches, and had gotten a few comments from girls back home, but I doubted I was as big as DCs most accomplished ladies man. Her tits were unbelievably soft, and happily my dick did stick out the other side as petty as it was to be worrying about that.

As I started to fuck her tits, slowly to begin with, Raven stared up at me. "I can feel your emotions Cameron. You are worried your penis isn't as big as Richards. I am sorry to tell you that his penis in fact longer, though not by much, but yours has much more girth. I prefer a thicker penis, and yours is more attractive to me. That said, as I mentioned I developed a taste for the way I was forced to have men treat my breasts. I would like it very much if you could hurt them a bit as you use them for your pleasure."

Weirdly the whole deadpan blank stare thing was insanely hot during a titjob. Raven was holding her tits together for me at this point so I reached down to twist both her nipples. Not insanely hard or anything just a sharp pinch and turn to hopefully help her enjoy things a bit more. "Have to say Rae, you give a hell of a titfuck, you must have practiced plenty with Nightwing. Is this enough pain for you?"

Raven kept the same impassive expression but her breathing got a bit faster as you twisted "I have taken many men between my breasts. When I arrived on earth they were already quite large. Several men I met expressed an interest in their use. Most of them wished to have vaginal sex with me as well, but such a thing would have been far too pleasurable for me and so I was forced to decline. I look forward to trying it for the first time now that I am free of my fathers curse. And you may twist them harder Cameron I would enjoy being treated more roughly."

My hands twisted her nipples harder on autopilot earning a cute little grunt from my otherwise stoic goth. My hips sped up a bit as I fucked her tits even harder as I got closer to finishing. The fact that she had alluded to letting me take her virginity was not lost on me, and made the experience of being between her insanely soft tits even more intense. "Well hats off to those guys, though I hope you won't be letting any guys here do that. Not that it's my call but I'd prefer to have exclusive access to these."

Raven blinked up at me, here eyes a bit glazed with lust. "I would not be opposed to allowing you to use them exclusively. I admit I have not been in such an arrangement with a man before, but I find you attractive. Would you like me to come to your room at night regularly so you may use my breasts more frequently?" I tightened my grip on her nipples, jerking them even harder and eliciting a moan from my busty goth.

My hips moved faster, and I was getting damn close to cumming all over that pretty stoic face. The blasé way she basically asked to titfuck me every night was driving me crazy, and apparently the extra hard nipple twisting was driving her crazy because her thick but toned thighs were rubbing together. "Fuck I would love that. Every night sound good. And I'm getting close where should I cum."

Raven was panting as she responded to the question, her tits heaving in a way that made fucking them feel even better. "You may ejaculate on my face. Richard enjoyed giving me what he called "a facial" I suspect the lewdness of seeing someone of my stoic nature covered in semen appealed to him. Would you enjoy such a thing?"
I groaned, because that question was pretty much the hottest thing I'd heard all night and finally blew my load all over her pretty cheeks and lips and chest. I slumped down, exhausted, the girl gave a hell of a titjob though part of it might have been the situation. Raven carefully licked the tops of her breasts and then scooped the cum off her face and licked that clean too before laying down on the bed.

She looked over at me blankly. "I apologize if you wanted to take a photograph to remember the sight. I thought you might not want the other girls to know about your use of my breasts. They might become upset about being excluded. Especially Barbara." And with a single shrug to drop her tits back into her shirt she stood up with a nod and walked right out of my room. Holy shit, well that was a great way to end the night.