This is Sfär-21. Here, the Germanic nations are a superpower.

It's the Steam Age. The steam engine is the pinnacle of power generation technology.


Ah, Stuttgart... In this day, Zeppelins still fly over this city. Overseas, trench wars are fought. Locally, the Bureau of Normalcy is always on the hunt for metahumans to weaponize, or otherwise euthanize.

They've a facility in the Black Forest. Here, metahumans are experimented on. From here, they're either weaponized or terminated.

Steam engines power most of the facility...as they still do most of Stuttgart. As pipes blow steam, water wheels turn. Hence, there are many terraced water tanks. After all this time, one would expect the Bureau to have found an aerokinetic metahuman, whose powers they could use to replace all of their facilities' steam generators...

Elsewhere in the Black Forest, there's a watchtower. It hosts a really big signal horn. A metahuman's powers were used to create part of the horn; Black Canary's, specifically.

Some distance away from the tower, there's a knob. It's a little grassy, but hosts no trees. It almost looks like there used to be a tree here, though...before the Bureau used one of their molested metahuman captives to pull its stump. Across it, the wind often blows. Clover seeds often take off, as a result...but never the knob itself.

Aloft, the sky is often cloudy. But that makes sense; there's a war going on abroad, after all...

Over the knob, though, part of the sky clears. Now, a cloudless hole virtually shines a spotlight down on the clover-covered knob. Some of the clovers even evolve, and become four-leafed. Some evolve, and become crimson clovers.

Atop the knob, a pink portal opens. A small hurricane blows around it. Now, the clover REALLY breeds. It also seems that the Dawn Dimension will collect clover specimens of its own...as well as deposit a few extradimensional clover specimens.

A severed rabbit's foot falls from the portal, and rolls down the knob's summit. It's still bleeding. The foot once belonged to a rabbit of the Dawn Dimension. Not to worry; such rabbits heal very quickly. Many, even, can regenerate. Dawn magic, as a free spirit, is obsessed with regeneration and nourishment.

It takes it a while...but the portal vanishes. It'd better, if it doesn't want to attract the preying eye of the Bureau personnel up in Horn Tower.

As the winds die, it becomes apparent that a brick has been left atop the knob. Its side reads, DANNY BRICK CO. Danny is now a sentient brick. Before, he was a riviera. Since then, he's teleported to this rather dangerous land. He's now the residence of only one rather-unlucky Dannyzen.

You couldn't see her, if you didn't look closely enough. But she's there. Via both the Dawn Dimension and Danny's teleportation, Rita Farr is now a ten-thousandth her normal size. Also via both, Danny has time-traveled...to the time of the Great War, and the heyday of the Steam Age. Rita, by contrast, is native to the future.

As of now, though, Rita is lost for memories. It's already bad enough that she doesn't know where she is. Now, she can't remember where she came from...or even her own name.

She's in the Bureau's territory, now. Hence, she should be more afraid. She's a metahuman.

Back in the sky, the cloudless hole vanishes. The sunlight moves on. Now, they sky is grey again. It's just as well. With the Decentral Powers all over the world toppling their governments and destroying their bourgeois, they'll surely try to topple the sun when all should be said and done.

Through the air throughout the Black Forest, bees fly. It's hard to tell, but it's summer here. Rita's got no idea how the flowers stay in bloom. There's never any sunlight to add to their complexion.

Atop the knob, Danny seems to have settled. He neither makes steam nor carves words into himself. Fuck; Rita could sure use some of his verbal guidance. She generates none of her own.

Moments prior to the teleportation, she was in a slutty yellow dress. She still is. For ever-unclear reasons, she kicks off her heels, and peels off her dress...almost as if it was a banana peel. She shudders, as this makes her think of a man's erect cock... Next, she peels off her lingerie. Now, she's nude.

In his surface before Rita, Danny chisels his first word, since the teleportation/reduction. WHY?

Rita heaves a sigh. "I don't know, Danny. It just feels right!"

The chiseled word vanishes...and is replaced with a phrase. SO, I'VE DRAGGED YOU INTO THIS. STAY, IF YOU'D LIKE...BUT MOST WOULDN'T RECCOMMEND IT.

She crosses her bare arms. "Tell me something I DON'T know, Danny."

Like a fool, Danny gives her a literal answer. WHEN SOME METAHUMANS GO THROUGH PUBERTY, THEIR POWERS MANIFEST, AND TRANSMUTATE THEIR GENDER INTO THE OPPOSITE.

Rita scoffs, and shakes her head. "You KNOW that's not what I had in mind."

He chisels more phrases. I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE IN MIND. I'M NOT EVEN SURE IF YOU HAVE A MIND...MADAME DRAMA."

"O please! I'm an ex-actress! What do you expect?!"

He responds with another phrase. UH... TO EX-ACT?

She scoffs. "Hard to believe you're still single."

He chisels more phrases. I'D OFFER TO BUY YOU A DRINK...EXCEPT CLEARLY, IT'S GOING TO BE A LONG TIME BEFORE I CAN BE A RIVIERA AGAIN.

"Don't bother," she insists. "I'll find my own way." She looks around, and shivers. She should. She's nude, after all. "I still have no idea what that is...but it clearly can't be nowhere."

Danny chisels more phrases into himself. NOWHERE?! IF THAT'S TRULY WHAT YOU THINK OF ME, I'M SORRY I EVER SOLD YOU MY VERMOUTH FOR HALF-PRICE.

"Well, me too! No offense, but I always preferred the schnapps!"

He chisels more words into himself. "THESE ARE BUREAU OF NORMALCY LANDS. WE'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE."

Rita sighs, and crosses her arms. "Well then... Whyever did you take us here?!"

A big shadow passes over Rita. Danny's about to carve another phrase...but stops, and vanishes his words part-sentence.

Rita whirls, and looks around. A lot of grass shadows glide here and there...but she can't quite imagine what'd make a shadow that large. But then, she wouldn't be able to, anyway. Until moments ago, whatever made those shadows would've been smaller than her foot.

He lands on the edge of Danny the Brick. He's SO much bigger than Rita...and very scary looking. He's so much so, that Rita falls over. Backwards, and in the nude, she crawls away.

It's Ezekiel, a Muslim meta-roach. Rita would hate to think that he's here to court her. Where she comes from, after all, roaches are vermin.

"Rita Farr," he sneers, in a Turkish accent. Atop that, he wears a red fez. "Welcome back to the past! O, how I've LONGED to settle our score!"

Rita's arm aches, as she tries to keep her tits concealed from the giant cockroach. "But it's BEEN settled," she tells him. "Chief Caulder compensated you and the Brotherhood of Vermin for..."

"The compensation was just a down payment," he insists. "I never got a chance to tell you what I REALLY wanted from you. But then, how could I? I could never get you alone. You'd always scream, stand on a stool, and keep screaming until one of your Patrol mates came and tried to kill me for you!"

Rita sighs. "It's nothing personal, Ezekiel. Where I come from, all women treat roaches the same way."

"O, of course they do! Why ever do you think there are German, Austrian, Bulgarian, Hungarian, and Turkish mercs all over the world destroying the global bourgeois?! Women like you give the bourgeois a bad name! And THAT'S why I joined the Decentral Powers!"

Nude, Rita still lies atop Danny the Brick. Her chest rises and falls. It's getting harder and harder to shield her nipples from the giant roach's sight...if roaches can even see with their eyes.

"Ah, Rita, how I've always wanted to do this to you. No offense, it's just...masculinity at its most velvet." He blinks his roach eyes. "The Bureau gave it to me!"

With one antenna, he lassos Rita, picks her up, and holds her upside down. With his other, he needles her thighs. She gapes and squeals, each time he does this.

He's got her, now. To him, revenge never felt so steamy...or manly.

Within Ezekiel's clutches, Rita writhes. His grip tightens, each time. Whoever knew that a roach's antennae could be so manly? Alas, his clutches are starting to get TOO manly. If Rita wasn't so flexible, this could get a LOT worse...

Overhead, a swarm of bees fly. There are so many. It's almost as if someone destroyed a beekeeper's fence...

"Meine Bienen," someone from far away shouts through the Black Forest. "Meine Bienen!"

One of the bees, a male, flies up behind Ezekiel. Ferociously, he embraces Ezekiel from behind, draws his stinger, and impales poor Ezekiel in both back legs. Ezekiel shouts in pain, as both of these happen.

He releases Rita, and falls over. Rita suffers a hard landing, atop Danny's rockiness. Still, she owes the bee thanks. He's saved her from a rapist with antennae.

She's initially terrified, of course, when the bee lumbers up to her. To her, he's bigger than a mammoth. At first, she's confused; this bee, apparently, has been tacked. A saddle sits on his thorax...and twin rope ladders hang off either side of it.

Behind the bee, Ezekiel flips and flops. He flips off Danny's side, and flaps his wings. He becomes airborne, and does an obscure job of flipping the bird at Rita with one of his antennae.

"This will NEVER be over, Ms. Farr! I will return...with a billion times the antennae!" Staggering in his flight pattern, he flies away, high over the softwood trees of the Black Forest.

With a big bug eye, the male bee studies tiny nude Rita. Rita's so overwhelmed, she forgets to keep her nipples under wraps for him. It's just as well; she owes her savior thanks, after all. And it won't end there.

The male bee wiggles a bit. As he does, his rope ladder jiggles. Now, Rita's pretty sure he wants to be mounted. (In the equestrian sense, understand... Naturally, Rita's not ready for bestiality of this magnitude.)

One step at a time, and with the grace of a lady, she climbs the ladder. Once up it, she climbs into the saddle, and parks her delicate derriere in the security of its leather. Before her, there's a very tall horn-shaped knob. With her own metahuman plasticity, she ties her arms around this horn several times, securing herself.

With her foot, she stomps the saddle, attempting to signal her security. Rita's soon overwhelmed by the wind of the bee's wingbeats, and the blare of his buzz, as he ascends and flies away, leaving Danny the Brick to brood.

Rita sure hopes the Bureau doesn't find Danny where he is. But then, it's a good thing Danny can teleport. Naturally, Rita should be more worried about herself. There's no way in Eternal Flagellation, after all, that the Doom Patrol is coming to her aid this time.

There's one upside to this. This bee, and the way his buzzing constantly vibrates Rita's position in the saddle, makes the perfect vibrator; like the one Niles Caulder never would've made for her if she'd paid him to. Rita did ask the Sex Men for one, once. Alas, the Sex Men are better at slaughtering sex demons, than at proliferating superpowered vibrators. The Bureau won't even make them...and they molest metahumans all the time.