Chapter 7: London Lights.

-Turtles Lair, New York-

A few days after Will and Sirena had decided to go to London, the Turtles brought the Maneater sisters with them back to their lair in the New York sewers. And since then, they'd been causing nothing but trouble for the Shredder and his usual racket of goons.

And needless to say, the girls enjoyed it quite a bit.

"Man, you'd think they'd get better eventually." Jade remarked as she sat on a chair while she read a book.

"We know from experience that they rarely do." Donnie told her as he worked on some tech.

"Well, at least they make good punching bags." Pearl grinned, knocking her athletic tape wrapped knuckles together.

"I hear ya." Raph grinned as he looked over his sais.

"I am a little worried about how rarely they've done anything big as of late." Leo remarked as he sharpened his katanas.

As the group caused trouble for the Foot Clan, they noticed the lack of high level activity. It was slightly disconcerting since it could mean they're preparing for something big.

"We'll figure out what those idiots are up to and deal with them eventually." Ebony told him, sharpening her tantos.

"For now though, we must do what ninjas have done for centuries when faced with an uncertain enemy: Watch, listen, and prepare." Splinter nodded, imparting a bit of sagely advice to the eight mutants.

"Well while you guys are doing that…" Mikey said as he and Sapphire looked over a menu from the gang's favorite pizzeria.

"You guys wanna order calzones or just a few NYC style pizzas for dinner?" The bioelectric shark gal asked.

"... I'll take my pizza with sausage." Pearl replied after a moment. The rest of the group gave their own responses of what toppings they wanted not long after.

(Meanwhile)

Back in London, Will was currently sitting in the manor's parlor reading the paper and drinking some Lady Gray tea, while also working a bit on his book.

Across from him was his father, who was having the same kind of tea and the same breakfast of scones, ham, oatmeal and over easy eggs as his son.

"I see it's dog racing season again." The younger of the two noted, seeing a few listed races at the local track.

"Thinking we should go to one?" The patriarch of the family asked as he ate.

"We could definitely use some father-son time." Will nodded. It had been a while since they spent some time together.

"And I imagine your mother will want to show Sirena off to her friends as well and teach her a few things about manners." Richard stated, knowing his wife well.

"Hey, she has manners." The young man retorted before leaning back in his chair as he found a stopping point in his writing. "Though I guess we could go to the track and go to the pub afterwards." He added idly.

"Sounds good." Richard nodded in agreement as he finished his breakfast. "How about we leave in half an hour?" He offered.

"Sounds good. That's plenty of time for me to get ready." Will nodded.

(Elsewhere)

Meanwhile upstairs, Martha was currently trying to dress Sirena for their day out that day. The shark woman was now wearing a blue dress that stopped just short of her knees, but the back of it was long enough to keep her shark tail hidden while making sure she was comfortable.

"Hm, I think this'll work nicely." The matriarch nodded as she looked Sirena up and down.

"Thanks, Martha." Sirena smiled.

"Please, Sirena, call me mom." Martha told her.

"Alright… Mom." The shark woman said softly, having not used that name in a long time. "Now comes the interesting part: covering up my gray skin so no one freaks out. I think some stockings will work well on my legs." She mused.

"I think I can get something for that." The woman nodded as she started pulling a couple items out, including a pair of elbow length gloves, a sun bonnet and lastly, a beautiful pearl necklace. "These belonged to my mother." She smiled as she put the necklace on Sirena's neck.

"Yeah, these should work." Sirena nodded as she put them on. Looking in the mirror, she smiled at how good she looked. "Yep, they work really well. Just gotta get the stockings on, and I should be good to go." She nodded.

"Now, before we leave, are you having any cravings at all?" The woman asked her future daughter in law.

"Well… now that you mention it, I am kinda craving some banana milk, fish n' chips with pickles, and… vanilla ice cream on a big brownie?" The shark gal listed off, even being surprised by what her pallet was telling her to eat.

"... Okay, that last one is a little odd, but would make a great dessert." Martha said after a beat passed. "We can get the other three things before tea starts. Could be a good change of pace for the ladies." She added as they headed down stairs.

"Okay. Sounds good." The shark gal nodded.

(Later)

Later on, Will and Richard hailed a cab and then traveled to the Coral Romford Greyhound Stadium, where a race was being held.

"Hmm, according to the papers, the track favorite is a dog named Baskerville." Will noted as he read through the sports pages.

"Yes, a fast one from what I've heard. People say that he's not a full Greyhound. Apparently he's also part Scottish Deerhound, so they took to calling him a hellhound due to his appearance." Richard nodded.

"You mean he isn't a purebred Greyhound? They're letting a mix run?" His son questioned.

"Baskerville's shown that despite not being purebred, he's still quite a fast runner. Faster than most Greyhounds, in fact." The older man replied. "And the people running the race wanted to show that." He added.

"Alright. Seems like I found my pick." The young man nodded as he circled said dog's name.

"I see that you're of the same opinion." A new voice said, prompting the two to turn and were understandably surprised to see Bruce Wayne sitting next to them.

"Mr. Wayne?" Will got out with wide eyes.

"Well this is certainly a surprise." Richard noted as he looked at the multi millionaire. "What brings you here?" He questioned.

"Originally I was here to close a couple open business deals with a few of my overseas partners." The man explained as he set down his paper. "That was, until my girlfriend, Selina, directed me to them." He continued, before pointing at two men towards the top rows opposite them.

One seemed to be a Nigerian man with tribal face stripes and a shaved head, who was also dressed in native format garb.

And the second seemed to be an elderly man with gray hair that was in a ponytail, a long goatee, and a scarred right eye which an eyepatch covered. His attire was formal and safari-like.

Will recognized the latter almost immediately. "Is that-? Bloody Hell, that's Killgore Steed!" The young man nearly blurted.

"Calm down, William. Don't cause a scene." Richard told his son quietly with a stern tone. Will was quick to catch himself.

"Right, sorry. Seeing Killgore here just took me by surprise." He said apologetically. "But what's he doing here? He's not thinking of taking one of the dogs in the race, is he?" He questioned.

"No, but I have heard rumors…" Bruce said, looking around as a refreshment steward brought them a trio of scotch glasses. "That he's looking for much bigger game." He added.

"Like…?" Richard pressed, sipping his scotch.

"Well, haven't you heard? Word is that the Maneater of Port Clovis is still alive." The Wayne responded, causing the two to nearly choke on their drinks.

"Wh-what?!" Richard coughed, playing dumb as he tried to clear his throat. Will was in the same boat.

"It is true. The rumors say that he intends to catch her and then hunt her down like he usually does with his prey." The billionaire explained. Will frowned almost dangerously at this.

'If he so much as looks at Sirena funny, I'll kill him myself!' He thought. Bruce saw his frown, but said nothing on it.

"Well that's… horrible." Richard nodded. "But what does that have to do with you?" He questioned.

"Well, Selina is quite an adamant supporter of animal rights and hopes that I can pull a few strings to have Steed arrested while we're here, if probable cause can be found." The man replied. "And I intend to do just that, given the chance." He added as he typed in his bet on his phone and sent it in.

"Good to hear." Will nodded as he made his bet on his phone and sent it in as well. A few minutes later, the race started and the dogs started running with Baskerville in the lead.

The dog was by far and away the largest of the group and had much more powerful muscles in comparison to the other dogs–allowing it to keep an easy lead.

However, two dogs in particular, a brindle named English Toffee and a bay colored hound named Churchill were starting to nip at his heels. Baskerville was still in the lead, of course, but every creature in the lead for something was liable to have some competition for the position.

These three dogs kept this tense pattern, which put the spectators on edge as they waited for the outcome of the race. Right as it looked like Churchill was about to take first place, the hellhound-like dog crossed the finish line and came in first place. This made the people who betted on him cheer loudly.

"Ha ha, atta boy!" Will cheered. That's when something shocking yet also funny happened.

Baskerville suddenly leapt into the stands and made his way through the surprised crowd before he stopped in front of Will, panting as his tongue hung from his open mouth while his tail wagged happily. Will looked suitably stunned by the sudden turn of events and was about to say something when the large dog suddenly got in his lap and started licking his face, causing him to laugh.

"Okay, okay! I get it! You like me!" He laughed as his face was covered by dog kisses. The people that had a good angle on the scene laughed and even recorded the moment. Richard in particular was letting out a belly laugh while Bruce chuckled in amusement. The dog handlers arrived a few minutes later with amused smiles on their faces.

"Looks like he's taken a real shine to you, mate." One of them chuckled as Baskerville sat in front of Will with a happy smile on his face.

"He really has." The author nodded with a smile as he rubbed the large hound's head.

Later on after the father and son duo got their money from the teller, Will saw Baskerville being led out of the stadium by his owner and trainer.

"Hey there, Baskerville." The young man smiled as he knelt down and gave the dog a piece of jerky. "Thanks for winning me that race."

The hound graciously scarfed down the treat as he then turned to the two men.

"So, where are you lads going to with the pup?" Richard questioned.

"A shelter for race dogs, my trainer says that it's probably best that Baskerville here goes to an early retirement." The dog's owner replied, scratching his prized dog behind the ear. "Nine years of nonstop victories. Lord knows he's earned it." He added. Will's mind then came up with an idea immediately upon hearing that.

"Or I could adopt him right now." He offered, much to the owner and trainer's surprise.

"Wait, seriously?" The former of the two asked.

"Yeah. He already took a liking to me after he won, so I don't see why not." Will shrugged.

"And of course we'd be willing to pay the full price." Richard added.

"Oh." The owner blinked before composing himself. "Full price is £3184.24." He said, placing the price.

"Consider it paid." Will nodded. One transaction later, and Baskerville was now Will's dog, much to the animal's delight.

"I'll have his papers sent to you within the week." The man nodded as they shook hands. "Pleasure doing business with you Mr…?"

"Turner. Will Turner." The man replied. Baskerville's owner nodded as he knelt in front of the dog, removing his muzzle.

"Now Basker, you be a good chap to these men, ya hear? Stay safe." He told the hound he raised from a pup, rubbing his head. Baskerville let out a happy bark, as if saying 'yes sir.' "Good boy." He smiled before he walked off.

"Well, Basker, your retirement starts now." Will said with a smile as he led the now former race dog away.

This made the dog let out a cavernous yawn as he laid down on the ground, and rolled over, showing the two his belly. Will chuckled as he gave his new companion all of the belly rubs.

Don't question it.

(Meanwhile)

Martha and Sirena sat in a cafe with three of the former's friends as they all enjoyed some tea.

"Sirena, your name has Greek Etymology. Is there a particular reason for it?" Civil, a young and vibrant blonde with brown eyes and a single beauty mark under her right eye questioned as she pushed her glasses up. She was a college history professor and enjoyed picking things apart analytically when she could.

"It's because of my singing voice." The hidden shark gal replied as she took a sip of her tea–which happened to be a Hibiscus Tea. "I'd demonstrate, but this isn't the time nor place." She added.

"Can you describe it to us, at least?" Marianne, a brunette who was around Martha's age, questioned. She had ever so slightly aged features, but that did little to diminish her attractiveness, her blue eyes definitely added to her 'refined' air.

"It can be summed up as… hypnotic, I think is the correct term? A few people from my past seemed almost lulled into a trance when they heard it." Sirena replied thoughtfully, trying to think of how to best sum up her singing voice.

"That's… rather odd." Civil blinked.

"But certainly interesting." Marianne nodded.

"Oh come, girls, let's not prod any further." Quora, Martha's oldest friend, told them. She was a mother of two and also a black haired, regal MILF. "Instead, let's turn our attention to the fact that our dear Martha will be a grandmother and Sirena a mother soon." She added.

"Oh yes! It really is nice that you'll be a mother in several months." The brunette smiled in glee.

"Indeed! I'm quite surprised that you and Will were willing to have children so early." Civil added.

"Given the way my life was before, I decided I didn't have the luxury of looking back. I just decided to look forward to whatever the future brought." The gold eyed mutant replied as her hand went to her stomach. "And I'm glad I think like that, given what it's led to." She added with a smile.

The women seemed to sit in silence for a moment before Martha decided to speak up again.

"Oh, Quora, how is Sam doing?" The redhead asked. Sam was Quora's husband of nearly thirty years, a successful retired Navy admiral and knighted man who had been suffering from throat cancer most recently. Quora sighed as she recalled the last medical report.

"According to the doctors, it's hard to say. His throat cancer could go either way." She replied, sounding very worried for her husband.

"I do hope he pulls through. He's a good man." Civil commented, equally worried given that she actually knew the man quite well.

"Yes, so do I." Marianne nodded.

"Even talking is painful for him now." Quora sighed as she ate a tea sandwich from the food tray. "But, I still won't lose hope." She added.

Sirena was silent during this conversation, doing her best to satisfy her cravings with smoked salmon, crackers, caviar, tea sandwiches, small sweet pickles, and truffle fries. Trying her hardest not to ruin the mood.

But still, her cravings persisted.

Taking a tense sip of her tea, the shark gal tried to calm her demanding stomach and insatiable appetite.

This pregnancy was going to be one of the hardest things she's ever experienced.

(Meanwhile)

Back with Richard and Will, the two were now entering a pub that the former frequented regularly: "The Jackdaw". Luckily, they happened to allow dogs to enter the building.

Said building was a pretty standard English pub, but the wood and a good portion of the furniture and decor happened to be salvaged from the very same pirate ship that bears its name.

This included ceiling beams that used to be the masts of the ship, floorboards that used to belong to the decks, paintings of the captain and crew on the walls with letters and shanties. The curtains were made from the ship's very sails, and there hollowed out and converted barrels from the ship even acted as easy chairs next to the place's fireplace.

The bar of course was made from the siding boards and a desk from the captain's quarters and the cabinet was the actual ship's cabinet. It was stocked high with all manner of liquor and beer on tap. The doors were the same from the ship and there was even the steering wheel above the back of the bar–crossed with two old cutlasses and four pistols.

Hell, there was even a cannon in the back.

"This place still feels like it's an actual pirate ship somehow." Will chuckled as he took a swig of his liquor, more specifically a bit of Plantation 20 year rum.

"And in our case, it's a piece of family history." Richard nodded, sipping his pint of Felinfoel Double Dragon Ale–the national brew of Wales.

It was then that a pair of men stalked towards them. One of them seemed like the spitting image of Jacob Frye from AC: Syndicate, and the other, seemed reminiscent of David Tenant almost. If only considerably younger.

"Richie!" The first man said as he clapped a hand on the man's shoulder, his brown corduroy jacket flopping with the move as he adjusted his Peaky Blinders hat. "Come to spoil ya liver at the pub again, huh ya old dog? Ha!" He laughed as he sat down.

"That's part of it,Thomas." Richard shrugged. He really did love coming here a lot. "The main reason is to spend some time with my son over here." He added, gesturing to his son.

"Blimey! Is that-? It is! It's lil Willie!" Thomas laughed, grabbing the young man in a headlock. "Where ya been chap? I haven't seen you in ages!" He barked cheerfully.

"Good to see you too, Thomas." Will chuckled, unphased by the headlock he was in. "How's Civil doing these days?" He asked as he was released.

"She's alright. She still wants to see her favorite little boy." The man chuckled. It was common knowledge between them that Civil was Will's favorite person when he was younger, much like how he was hers. For some reason, he always loved it when she visited the mansion and she loved it when he was brought to visit her.

"And where'd this big bonkah come from?" The second man asked in a heavy Scottish accent, scratching Baskerville behind the ears.

"This is Baskerville, he's a now retired Racing hound." Will replied as said dog continued to gnaw on a beef leg bone that was scrapped by the kitchen.

"Retired, huh? Well, he's certainly a big fella. I'll say that." He remarked.

"Wait a minute, I saw this one at the track last week!" Thomas said in surprise. "I can't believe this, Rudy, can you?" The man questioned as he looked at the man petting said hound.

"I remember seeing him, too. One of the fastest hounds that ever ran on the track." Ruby nodded in reply as he kept rubbing the hound's head. "Looks like he's earned himself an early retirement, and I guess that's when you decided to adopt him, Will?" He then asked.

"That's right. It kinda helps that he literally leaped into the stands and made his way through the crowd just to lick my face." The author chuckled.

"I can actually confirm that." Richard nodded.

"Well I'll be!" Thomas laughed.

"Let's celebrate this pup's retirement, then." Rudy nodded as he ordered another round of drinks.

"So." Thomas asked as he took a stout beer from the bartender–more specifically a pint of Dragon Stout–when the orders were made. "What brings you back from the states, Will?" He asked.

"Mom and dad wanted to meet their new daughter in law." Will replied, causing the two men to pause.

"... Did I just hear that right? Ya found a lass?" Rudy asked.

"Yeah, her name is Sirena Seawulf. She's actually…" The young man started to say before the pub doors opened and in walked Martha, Quora, Civil, Marianne and Sirena. The last of which seemed very hungry. "Right there, apparently." He added. Civil took one look at Will and was in front of him instantly, giving him a hug.

"Hi, sweetie!" She chirped with a smile. The author chuckled as he returned the embrace.

"Hi, Civil." He replied with a smile. Sirena noticed how happy they looked when they hugged and wondered if both of them harbored secret crushes on one another.

'Seriously, with how happy they look together, that might actually be the case.' The hidden shark gal thought as she watched her husband hug her mother in law's friend. 'Hm… If Civil does like Will that way, then she'll be a welcome addition to the harem.' She added.

Deciding to test this, Sirena introduced herself to Rudy and Thomas before getting to know Baskerville while ordering herself some fish and chips, with some pickles and a pint of beer.

And when Civil decided to use the bathroom, Sirena followed her, hoping to corner her. She got her wish when Civil went into a stall and gave Sirena some time to wait. A few minutes later, the woman came back out and paused upon seeing Sirena there.

"Oh! Sirena you scared–me!" The blonde said before gasping as Sirena slammed her hands to the wall at either side of her head, and cornered her.

"There's something I need to figure out that I need to hear come out of your mouth." The hidden mutant said, looking into her eyes.

"A-And that is…?" Civil asked, feeling a little intimidated right now.

"Do you have romantic feelings for Will?" Sirena questioned, causing her eyes to widen, startled.

"W-What?" She got out, taken aback by the question as a blush started forming on her face.

"You heard me the first time. So… Do you?" The shark woman questioned.

"I-I…" The woman tried to say as Sirena continued to look at her, before she leaned into the woman's ear.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'." The shark woman purred as she licked Civil's ear, swirling and sucking on her earlobe to arouse her. Civil gasped as shivers ran up and down her spine all at once.

"W-Why are you d-d-doing this…?" She gasped as her blush grew.

"Simple. Mine and Will's relationship is an open one." Sirena purred in reply. "That means you're more than welcome to join in." She added.

Civil's face was now tomato red. She had a long history with Will that went all the way back to when he was a child, and she saw him quite frequently. He always called her the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and so many other compliments that made her feel special. She had no idea when it happened, but she started harboring strong romantic feelings for her friend's delightful young son and was never able to shake herself free of them.

She actually felt saddened when Will had basically married Sirena, but now? Now she was just told that their relationship was open, and she could be with the man she'd fallen hard for.

"I have an idea." Sirena purred as she started kissing the blonde's neck, breathing in her scent. "How'd you like to join Will and me in a threesome~?" She purred as she pressed her chest against Civil's, squishing her breasts against hers.

"Wh-wha…?!" The blonde gasped at the suggestion even as her heart skipped a beat since she secretly swung both ways.

"Come now. It'll be fun, and oh so enjoyable." Sirena whispered into her ear, licking it after she finished speaking. Civil couldn't stop herself after that.

She grabbed her crush's wife's shoulders and smashed her lips onto the hidden shark woman's, her tongue trying to get into her mouth. Despite her surprise, Sirena started kissing back as she fought Civil's tongue with her own, easily winning and began exploring the blonde's mouth with her own tongue.

As the two stopped their make out session, Civil looked down and saw that Sirena's tail was out.

"Oh my go–!" She started to gasp before Sirena kissed her again.

"I'll explain everything in the bedroom. I promise." Sirena told her, putting a finger to her lips. "Come on, we still have food to enjoy." She added as she stepped out with Civil close behind.

And outside the pub window, a familiar caped figure and a cat tailed figure swung over the rooftops, chasing after someone, or something.

Dragon Emperor0: Cutting it a little close, Sirena. Better be careful with stunts like that.

ThermalsniperN7: Yeah. Just be lucky that Civil knows how to keep her silence… Speaking of which, she apparently has been harboring some strong romantic feelings for Will for the longest time.

Dragon Emperor0: I'm just gonna generously file that under childhood for the sake of my sanity and say that I hope that their visit continues to be fairly uneventful. Last thing they need is some big development right in the middle of their vacation. *knock on wood*

ThermalsniperN7: … The fuck? What's with the knocking?

Dragon Emperor0: It's a thing you do to not jynx yourself.

ThermalsniperN7: Let's hope it works. Onto another matter, Will adopted a newly retired racing hound named Baskerville… Hellsing fans will know that name well.

Dragon Emperor0: Or Sherlock Holmes fans. Anyway guys, see you later.