Sell you a Bridge

by MalcolmTent6730

Have you ever gotten an email telling you you've won a free cruise? Or one for a work out that will get you ripped in ten days? Wouldn't it be crazy if those offers were legit? Well for Morgan O'Malley they can be. Spam becomes real life when his meta powers finally manifest. Hopefully the perks of the super life aren't false advertising.

61. Chapter 61

June 16th 2016 Wayne Manor, Earth -11, 8:00 PM EDT

We were back at the manor by eight PM. We'd spent half the day practicing the healing spells, and with my help we'd been able to teach it to everyone but Wally and Suzie within a few hours and still have time for them to rest up while we put together a battle plan. Luckily my ass had studied Wayne Manor before, both when I'd been there and retroactively when Jim had insisted I tell him where the heist had gone wrong after that whole mess. I'd seen enough to know it was thankfully the same layout, so coming up with a plan of attack was more than doable.

Now we were all camped out in the bushes on one side of the estate, watching the Dead Water's patrol. While I didn't think they were smart enough to be aware of what they were doing, some of them seemed to be following some kind of path, probably laid out by their undersea Bat-mommy. She must have noticed we'd been here. I hadn't used my trace erasure ability in a long time because I hadn't needed it. My stealth skills were pretty much perfect. Seemed that she was a damn good detective though.

While that was annoying, it wasn't a huge problem. Knowing someone had been near her yard wasn't enough to get any useful information. Even if I'd left a trace (or more likely Rana had, my daughter didn't have my level of skill at stealth, or Jim's for that matter, if it had just been the two of us I was sure it wouldn't have been an issue) she couldn't have managed to deduce anything really damning. We'd literally just been standing here.

"Alright." I said quietly. "So when we go in, just follow the plan. Keep to your groups. I made sure each one has a keyblade wielder present, so things should be fine. Sindella, Taylor, Suzie, and Zee. You're group one. Jim, Artemis, Wally, and Rana. Group two. Tommy, Kit, Eddie, and Drea are group three. I'm flying solo on this one, because shut up." I finished, cutting off Artemis who was about to speak up. "I have armor that can keep me safe, and we're not arguing this again." I armored up to make my point.

She just snorted. "Why are we splitting up at all? There's an army here. We should stick together and steamroll the whole place. Anything could happen to one of us like this." I grimaced. She wasn't wrong. This was a dangerous way to do things, but no matter how sliced it we needed to deploy in groups.

I sighed. "Because the keyblade wielders can sense the keyhole. I don't know how I know that, I just do. She isn't going to be carrying the damn thing around her house like a security blanket. Even world ending supervillains have down time. It'll probably be hidden somewhere and Wayne Manor is a big ass building. This is the most direct way to search. If she figures out the target she could fuck off into the ocean or something and we'd have to spend ages hunting her down. We need the element of surprise to count."

She huffed but didn't argue. I kissed my girls goodbye, gave Rana a hug, and said my farewells to the others before heading off toward the main house. The others were splitting up and would be trying alternate entrances, but I was going right for the front door. I had no worries about not managing to get past the Dead Waters, I slipped into the shadows partially, using my black armor to blend and relying on a combination of ninja skills and ghostly intangibility to move unnoticed among the army of monsters.

I turned to shadow and shifted under the door with ease, shifting back on the other side and resuming my sneak. I recognized the whole place from memory, of course. It was the same as the Wayne Manor back home, at least in structure, but the differences were apparent at a glance too. Cracked, peeling paint, darkened halls rotting floorboards, moldy carpets. Once again, this shitty fucking world was fucking WET from top to bottom. I really hated this place. Still, I managed to avoid tipping off the Dead Waters as I made my way to the spot I felt most drawn to.

That weird bust I'd seen a year ago in the original Wayne Manor. Something about it had always bothered me. I wasn't sure what, just an instinct maybe. Could have been the beginnings of my ability awakening, or could have been my imagination, but it was as good a place as any to start searching. If it turned out to be nothing I could continue on my way and find something else to investigate.

I followed the familiar path through the place, my memory guiding me easily through the halls like I'd been here yesterday, until finally, I arrived at the spot where I'd first noticed the inconsistency. Just like before I found an incredibly expensive (albeit weathered) grandfather clock, with a roman bust on a small decorative column sitting nearby. Unlike last time I ignored the clock itself. I could just walk through it, but I wasn't here for the clock, I was here for the bust. I put my hands on it and started feeling around until there was a click and the head tilted fully back, revealing a big ass red button.

Raising an eyebrow, I reached down and pushed it firmly. Seemed weird to make the entrance so obvious, but to be fair there was no reason to check the damn bust unless you knew something was there. As soon as I pressed the button there was a loud grinding, and the clock clicked loose, swinging away from the wall to reveal a long, dark staircase leading down into...somewhere. A basement maybe? I had no clue what was down there, but I did know one thing. Once I got a few steps down, I started sensing something coming from my keyblade.

Tartarus seemed to be reaching out for something, grasping down into the darkness below. I grinned. My instincts were just as useful as ever. First try and I'd found the right spot. I stepped carefully down the stone staircase, my feet not making direct contact lest the metal alert my enemy. I floated just about the ground, soundless and nearly invisible in the shadows. As I descended into the hole, I found that I was standing in a massive open cavern.

As I reached the floor, I scanned the huge room, noting several strange items. A giant penny. A stuffed T-rex. A series of glass cases holding what looked like gender swapped costumes for robins and a few other vigilantes. Off to one side of the cave was a huge computer, shockingly not wet, or at least not decomposing from filth and moisture. It seemed to be working still, though it wasn't in use. I let Tartarus bloom in my hand, using the keyblade as a dowsing rod of sorts, letting it drag me deeper into the cave.

I followed the stone floor until I ran out of floor, and then floated out over the drop and to one of the nearby islands of stone. Islands in truth because the hole between was half full of water, and based on my aura sight I didn't want to meet what was in there. Not Dead Waters, something bigger and much more animal, though just as deceased. I grimaced. Fucking zombie krakens? Ridiculous. I followed the pull, floating from island to island until I finally came to the one that Tartarus was pulling me towards.

When I reached it, I stopped. It was...not what I was expecting. The small island wasn't rock like the others. It was dirt. At least the top was. Dirt and grass. A single nearly flat grassy hill. A beam of moonlight shone down from the ceiling, falling directly on the center of the island, revealing two objects that couldn't be mistaken for anything but what they were. A polished white marble tombstone, empty except for the initials SK, and a golden trident, driven into the ground in the middle of the grave.

I felt the pull stronger than ever, and I didn't need Jim's research to tell me this was what I was looking for. I looked around, smiling in relief when I didn't see any kind of trap waiting to spring and reached out for the trident. That glance was the only warning I got. The only thing that tipped me off as the small surge of aura beneath me informed me of something moving in the water. No. Not small. Far. Far and large and VERY fast. My eyes widened and even with my armor empowered godly form it took all my prodigious reaction speed to blitz backwards, taking to my wings to avoid the beast heading my way.

A head broke the surface of the water, orange scaled maw wide in roaring fury. I avoided it easily enough having been warned. I was less easily able to avoid the second, even less the third. By the time the SIXTH fucking head emerged from the depths to try to fucking swallow me, I had to shift into intangibility to avoid the jaws coming for my armored torso. I ALMOST vanished into darkness before I remembered that method of travel was out, and managed to switch to shadow porting as I emerged from the monster's head.

As I did though, I felt a spike of pain through my leg where it had passed through a tooth. I looked down, stunned, to see a fucking crack in my armor, blood leaking from my leg into the water. The monster roared a challenge as I retreated through the floor above us, emerging into the Manor and then out through the wall into the yard. I cursed heavily as I slipped from the house, turning to face the monster as it followed me like a bloodhound, completely unbothered by my shadow port of intangibility, tearing through the bottom floor of the house and breaking free into the night air, roaring its defiance against the building that would contain it.

I reached down to touch the wound, using my aura sight to gaze into it to figure out what had happened. It took me a minute to see what the hell was there. It was nearly invisible. The same murk as the Dead Waters and the definitely not a kraken before me. Venom. But not just venom. Something else. Something familiar. Something wearing away at my godly flesh. Divinity. The monster was a fucking god beast. A dead god beast, but it was divine. I wracked my mind for anything like this, no way a creature like this would be unknown.

There was no monster like this in my research or training. Not in the books Jim had shown me. But I did remember something. Something I'd read before I got my perfect recall, when I was just a kid. A reference to a six headed monster created by the gods, orange and huge and venomous, with a bite so potent it could even harm the divine. I groaned as the monster turned reptilian eyes on me. I knew what this fucking thing was. Scylla.

I heard a long, low laugh bubble up from the wreckage of the house. As I looked to where it had originated, I could see a gorgeous woman with corpse pale skin and only one eye step from the destroyed wall. In her hand she held a golden trident, aimed right at me. I saw my girls and the others swarm out of the house in the distance, thankfully all emerging far from the form of The Drowned as she stepped to meet me. "Well." Said Bryce Wayne. "I suppose I know who my mysterious guests were after all." She smiled placidly, her face cold and hungry for violence as she gesture into the hole behind her, calling a sphere of water to float up to hover next to her. "Can I offer you something to drink?"

June 16th 2016 Wayne Manor, Earth -11, 9:00 PM EDT

Scilla was fucking large. Which, to be fair, could be assumed from how it tore its way free of that cavern, but I didn't appreciate the sheer scale of the monster until it was out in the open like this. My friends seemed momentarily bowled over by it, but before they could come over I used my bond to send Zee, Drea, and Rana a message. "I'll take care of big orange and ugly. All of you circle around and wait for a shot on The Drowned. If we want to open that lock and get out of here she needs to be disabled."

I felt a pulse of agreement from all three, and they pulled to a stop, the three of them each telling their team what I'd said. Batwoman, meanwhile, was pretty distracted by her whole evil water magic flex. Trying to play for time, I just raised an eyebrow. "Gosh. A big ball of water. How scary. None of my other nemeses have a ball of water that big." My voice was dry and bored, practically begging her to inform me exactly how and why the water was a threat to me, and how I would die horribly under it's might.

A horrible death that almost befell me immediately as she hurled the orb of liquid at me somewhere in the ballpark of three times the speed of sound. While my armor was impressive, it was also cracked, and I wasn't chancing being smashed like a bug, so I dove sideways out of the path of the water, catching myself on my wings and gliding along the ground far enough to avoid the doubled back smash of the returning orb as she reversed its position.

I snarled, drawing on my ghostly obsession with protecting my loved ones, and tapped into the part of me that caused frost to form when I got angry. I lashed out with a wave of blue ectoplasm, which hit the orb and flash froze the thing, breaking her hydrokinetic control and causing it to go hurtling into the distance by virtue of built up momentum, only to smash violently into a rock formation.

She didn't attack again as I regained my feet, glaring angrily at her. "Hey! That's poor form you know. You're supposed to banter. All the best bad guys do." Despite the complaint I cursed myself for not guessing that would happen. She was fucking female Batman. Batman didn't talk shit, he got in hits. Luckily, he also liked to pick apart situations to find weaknesses. I'd just demonstrated a new ability, which meant she was likely willing to talk for a bit so she could figure out a counter. I gave her the opening. "So, aren't you going to tell me your evil plan?"

Her own eyebrow rose, the one on the opposite side from the eye patch. "Evil plan?" She sounded genuinely amused. "Boy, you broke into my house and tried to steal from me. I think you're the one in the wrong here. If anyone has an evil plan it's got to be you and your little gang of misfits. Yes, I see them over there. It would be hard to miss them, given how many you have along."

Well, fuck. That was basically the opposite of a good thing. I let the cold of my obsession fill me, roiling against the heat of my demonic power. My ghostly nature had been growing and growing since my ascension, and the energy was almost the polar opposite of my demonic energy. That wasn't a bad thing though, the collision seemed to produce even more energy. It was a slow grind, but I could feel myself getting stronger pretty much since we got to Hollow Bastion. Something about the dark multiverse seemed to almost feed me.

Regardless, I needed to keep her attention, so I did what I did best. I talked some shit. "I mean, to be fair, you kind of drowned the whole city and killed a bunch of people first. If there were enough humans left in Gotham to form a government it would have put out a bounty on you. Since there aren't, that just means we don't have to worry about breaking laws. Still, I do feel kind of bad. Keeping the corpse of your cat themed love interest buried in your basement is a whole new level of 'crazy cat lady'. Stealing from you almost seems mean."

She went stiff, and I had to fight not to grin. It wasn't hard to find her berserk button, what with someone having already pressed it to such explosive results. I put on a sympathetic expression. "Sorry. Too soon? He's been dead a while hasn't he? You probably haven't healed much. I don't think building an army of zombie water mutants to conquer the world is an accepted form of grieving in most psychological circles." I paused, as if something had occurred to me. "I mean, assuming you even are grieving. You ARE sad he died, right?"

Her single eye was wide and fixed in a sort of shocked, predatory rage. Her mouth didn't move at all as she watched me, waiting for me to say more. I could hear the lies inside her, hear nagging doubts that ate away at her. I actually felt bad about how easy it was for me to find the gaping wound in her heart and ruthlessly dig into it. But I wasn't going to let that stop me from doing it anyway. She'd basically ended the damn world, and she was between me and my friends and getting out of here.

So I kept talking. "Because, honestly. I almost feel like the did you a favor by offing him. I mean, look what you turned into. Look at what a monster you are. I know you like to pretend that this was a result of the grief, but let's be honest. You always had this in you. Do you really think someone like him would have stayed with you? Would have been safe? How long before he saw the monster you really are and left. How long before you slipped and showed him what he was really dealing with."

The grinding of her teeth was audible from where I was standing. "You, don't know what you're talking about." She said, her voice a hoarse whisper. But she didn't mean it. Not really. I heard the whispers under her words, the lies she thought she was telling herself, and the ones she was REALLY telling. I knew what she was most afraid was true, and that made it the easiest thing in the world to break her. If she wasn't looming over me with an undead abomination ready to attack my friends, girls, and daughter, I wouldn't have used it. But she was. So I did.

"Don't I?" I asked slyly. "Come on, you know he would have left eventually. Would have abandoned you once he saw who you really were. How do you think you'd have taken that? Look at what you did to the world for taking him away. Would you have done any less to him for trying to leave? Like I said, you got lucky when they killed him. They just saved you from doing it yourself. Maybe you'd have made him one of those Dead Waters. Made it so he was forced to stay with you forever."

I cocked my head as if something had just popped into it. "Wait, maybe you already did? Is he out there in the mob? Did you bring your special kitty back from the dead so he would be with you forever? I wonder, can the Dead Waters talk? Do you make him tell you that he loves you, even though you know its not real? That he would never love something like you?" I pasted a grin on my face, watching her aura roil with hate and building fury. Then I put the last nail in the coffin. "Wait, was he one of the ones I already killed? Oh well, it's not like he would be any different than the others. You could teach one of them to say his lines I bet."

There was no words. No warning aside from the snap in her aura as her mind fractured. One second I was mouthing off and the next she just...screamed, and the world FROZE. Not like ice. But like the absence of any movement. Every drip of water, every shift of air, all of them stayed completely motionless for one long second, and then the water within about a full mile CONVERGED on me like a fucking implosion of millions of tiny liquid spears.

I shifted into intangibility, using my power to enforce the concept of avoidance and make sure I wouldn't get hit anyway. The water tore the ground around where I'd been into chunks of dirt. I hissed in sympathy for the ground, she had NOT held back. As I reformed, I aimed my keyblade at her and bellowed "Thunder!" I fueled the spell image with that some frosty ectoplasm, just to see if it would help.

A fucking TORRENT of ice blue lightning ripped from my blade and smashed directly into where she'd been standing. The flickers of lightning didn't just leap to everything, they sucked in the energy, draining the heat and power and spreading frost and ice through the water near us, feeding the lightning and making it grow even as the ice coated more of the world around us.

Sadly, the blast didn't make contact. Scilla, who I had almost forgotten, shoved a head in the way, and while I think the head might have been in the process of dying it wasn't doing so quickly. The Drowned, unfortunately, had vented most of her rage with that attack, and her aura seemed to cool as she forced the rage down, glaring at me coldly. "Well." She said in a detached tone. "That was certainly an effective tactic. Sadly your blow didn't lan-" She didn't get to finish as a fucking COLUMN of purple gold lightning descended from the heavens and slammed into the spot she was standing.

Zee, Artemis, and Wally, had pooled their energy for Zee to pump into one of those lightning spells, apparently inspired by my own ideas about using alternate power sources. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was even holding. They were dealing with her, like I'd said, I needed to deal with Scilla. I waved Tartarus again, I used Cure on the massive beastie, hitting it with a weakening effect to soften it up.

Scilla roared, all except the head that was still slowly freezing as it was torn apart by ice lightning. That spell had been really nasty. It seemed to be a continous effect until broken, which made it something to keep in mind for later. I took aim at another head as Scilla swayed on it's feet from the heal. I unleashed another Thunder, this one fueled by demonic power. The pitch black lightning was soundless as it split the night, smashing into a second head and fucking DETONATING like thermite.

It didn't kill the head, these damn god beasts were stronger than they looked, but it was a start. I got ready for a third spell, but had to halt to dodge the attack from another wave of water aimed at me from nearly every direction, shadow porting out of the way. When I turned to look, I saw The Drowned, staring at me with an intensity bordering on fanatical, her whole body smoking and injured.

The others had been swarmed by every single Dead Water, and they were dying by the droves, but they were so rabid it was impossible for even the keyblades to put them down too quickly. The Drowned smiled at me coldly. "I'm sorry. I got a bit distracted." She whirled the trident around, pointing the tines right at me. "Could you do me a favor and say all of that again?" Well, looking like this was going to be a two on one.

June 16th 2016 Wayne Manor, Earth -11, 9:30 PM EDT

Dealing with Scilla was MUCH more stressful with The Drowned doing her best to tear me apart with advanced water magic. My cryoplasm was a perfect counter for her water, and the ice lightning in particular was scarily effective (no pun intended) but the attacks she was throwing my way were coming so fast and from so many directions that even my augmented reflexes were having trouble keeping up.

I dodged a massive bite from an oversized orange head (not one of the two dealing with lightning damage) and flicked out a ringing deflection that managed to divert the absurdly powerful blow of the trident heading for my throat. I didn't know what The Drowned had done to herself, but I was pretty sure it was drastic. No human should be able to move that fast. She was moving as fast as my armored form could keep up, and from her aura I could see divine power flowing into her from the trident itself.

It didn't help that bat-nutjob was taking advantage of even miniscule lapses in my attack patterns as they were provided by her big beastie. She was, some-fucking-how, almost as good in combat as I was. Combined with the six headed handicap I was working with it was taking everything I had to keep ahead of her. My girls and the rest of our friends were pinned down killing Dead Waters by the score (the bastards just kept coming) so I was fighting the two biggest threats on my own.

"You know." I said conversationally as I smashed aside a thrust aimed at my left eye, only to have my cheek armor laid open with a shower of sparks. "I feel like we may have gotten off on the wrong foot." I shadow ported back three feet, dodging the next attempt to rip off my legs, and raised my voice so I could still be heard. "I mean, we both said some hurtful things. But I feel like we've really grown as people since that nasty business when we first met. Can't we let bygones be bygones."

I lashed out with a cryoplasmic wave that froze the barrage of water needles solid. I wasn't expecting this to go anywhere, but acting ridiculous was bound to piss her off even more, so it would help keep her attention on me. As long as she wasn't attacking my friends I was pretty much fine. Granted, I had a few fissures in my armor and I could feel blood dripping from my ghostly flesh, but still, I was far from hitting my limits.

The swirling flash of bronze that almost caved in my skull was probably enough of a response, but just in case she clarified her position. "I don't know what you're doing here. I don't know why you came, what you want, or how baiting me helps you. I don't know any of those things, and I don't care. For what you said to me earlier, I'm going to kill you and mount your head above my mantle. So make your quips and comments, because they aren't going to save you."

I grinned at her. "Salvation. What a concept. I think deep down we could all use some salvation. Here, why don't I supply some." I dumped an absolutely monstrous amount of power, points in this case, into a healing spell, and dropped it right on top of The Drowned and her little pet, targeting them both with the most overcharged healing spell I could manage. I didn't use ghost or devil energy, I used points, true neutral power that could be anything at all. There was no taint of my nature in the spell, just a massive amount of pure perfect life energy.

The Drowned roared alongside her dragon as they both wilted under the effects of the healing energy cascading through them. They were both undead, healing brought them closer to living normal, and they both had more than enough damage done to them to make that a bad thing. At the moment of her stunning though, I noticed a distinct lack of fighting noises from elsewhere. I looked over to see Zee holding up a shield to protect the others as Rana defended from anything that got around it. Drea was looking right at us, and raised her keyblade, Oathkeeper, pointing it right at The Drowned.

A lance of pure light flashed out from the tip of the keyblade, and The Drowned turned in shock that quickly melted into horror as it hit the trident. There was a thrum of power, like an invisible gong being struck, and an outline of a massive keyhole appeared in the air in front of the undead Batwoman. As we watched, the keyhole filled in with darkness. The light from the beam hit the black surface of the keyhole and rippled out like a rock hitting a pond, dyeing the whole think a glowing pearlescent white.

There was a click and the trident shuddered and then cracked, falling to pieces right out of the woman's hands. She looked on in horror as the shattered fragments fell to the ground. Light began to leach from the keyhole, dying the ground and surrounding area in a more colorful and fascinating version of what it already was. The wave rippled out and continued into the city.

It was hard to explain what happened to the world when it passed. It wasn't...brighter. More like the colors just became more vivid. More real. It was like watching and old washed out tv and switching to a high def 4k model right after. What didn't seem so bad suddenly became all the more noticeable for its absence. As the light flooded the world, I saw it start to erode the dark energy in the air. Dark energy that had been used to animate the Dead Waters, which began to collapse into muck, and to pour power into Scilla, which began to slowly lose its energy as parts of it were stripped away.

The Drowned stood there, dumbfounded as the massive monster started to sway slightly. Still, it was far from down and out. I poured demonic energy and cryoplasm both into another lightning strike and unleashed it with a bellow of. " Thunder!" The shock that poured down this time was pitch black, flickering with the same energy draining cold, and destroying everything it pulled from. A third head was taken out by the blast, and a fourth was affected and started to seize up.

The remaining two heads were going insane, snapping and roaring at everything in sight, and I saw one of them almost tear into The Drowned, or rather, Batwoman, who was starting to look much more alive and much less superhuman without her toy. I conjured another black ice lightning burst, finishing the thing off as the others made it to us. Before they could attack The Drowned though, I held up a hand to stop them. "Wait."

They did, circling up around the woman to prevent her from getting away into the keyhole. She looked...bad. Sick, in pain, and furiously angry. I sighed. "Let her go." They all looked at me like I was insane. I just shrugged. "We came into her house, kicked down her door, ruined her stuff and I spent like ten minutes psychologically torturing her for the express purpose of attracting her attention. I honestly feel pretty shitty about all of this. Sure, she probably did some bad shit, but that's not what this was about."

Sindella sighed, nodding along. "You're right. I'm not going to say we should apologize, this little zombie army was an abomination, and destroying it was the right call. But we've done more than our part here." She shot a cold smile at The Drowned. "Besides. We weren't her victims anyway. I have a feeling some of the people she's hurt will be coming to for a word once we're gone, given her loss of power. Letting things take their natural course seems like the fairest way to do things." She looked over at the city. "Really, how much more damage can she really do?"

That was surprisingly brutal for Zatanna's super sweet, peace loving mom, but I couldn't exactly bitch about her agreeing with me. Zee looked unsure, as did the others, but eventually they all saw our point and decided to leave it be. I turned to The Drowned. "I'm sorry. About all that shit I said before. I'm sure his grave is still intact if you want to go say goodbye. I can't exactly claim every word was a lie, but I certainly made a point of being an asshole. If you think he would be ashamed of who you became, maybe that's a hint that you should try being someone different?"

Her aura was...a mess. She was angry, and ashamed, and spiteful, and grateful, and a dozen other conflicting emotions that she could barely process. Eventually though, her shoulders slumped, and she just nodded. More than anything, her actions after destroying Gotham showed what she really wanted was to be left alone to grieve. I didn't know if she'd get that, but it wasn't my business in the first place.

I felt weird about tearing into a grieving widow basically to get the job done, and this was just my way of making that right. If she came after us somehow, I'd take care of it then, but I wasn't getting that vibe from her. She was definitely pissed, but in general, I think she was just tired. She'd pushed herself so far to do what she felt was needed, and this was her living in the aftermath. Whatever happened, as far as I was concerned we were good.

Just to be safe, I drew my gun and shot Scilla in all six of its heads, making sure the damn thing was permadead. No use leaving her with a possibly reanimatable god beast. Then I stepped aside, giving her an exit away from the keyhole, which still shone like an open doorway, and she fled, leaving us all behind as she headed for the house, down into that cavern where the body of the one person she loved most was laid to rest.

Once she was gone, I turned to the others. "Alright, well...anyone else ready to get the fuck out of this moldy hellhole? Because seriously, I have my fingers crossed that our next world isn't going to be constantly WET. I'm not a big fan of humidity." I grinned at the others, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

Artemis snorted. "I have to admit it's been annoying. It'll be nice to get somewhere a bit nicer. I'm pretty bothered seeing this fucked up version of Gotham. Makes me worry about how things are going back home." Seeing his girlfriend's discomfort, Wally looped his fingers through hers, giving them a reassuring squeeze. She smiled at him softly and kissed his hand.

"Alright." I said with finality. "So we just have to walk through the keyhole. Everyone grab onto someone else please? I'd rather not get separated when we go through. This mess is annoying enough without having to track one of you nerds down when you get lost." That got a few snickers and a couple middle fingers as we all grouped up, grabbing hold of each other to make sure we went through together.

I made sure to use my power to tweak things a bit. Telling them this would help had been a lie, since I didn't have any clue if it would or not, and it was easy enough to twist that uncertainty into a truth. With one last glance around at my companions, we made our way over to stand in front of the giant glowing keyhole. With one last bit of preparation, we stepped through into the unknown. I wasn't sure where we would end up next, but I wasn't too worried. There wasn't much we couldn't handle together.

June 16th 2016 ?, 9:30 PM EDT

We emerged from the keyhole into water. Again. I was fucking pissed and started splashing around, worried we might be about to drown or something, until I realized that the dark and wet was just a literal night sky (one with a LOT of stars) over ankle deep water. "Gods damn it!" I shouted. "Can anyone tell me why every fucking world in the dark multiverse is fucking WET!" If this was another damp Gotham I was going to lose my fucking mind.

Artemis stepped up next to me, snickering. "Because we're standing in the ocean, you dumbass." She pointed behind me. "There's a beach like...twenty feet that way. Looks like we're right next to some kind of tropical island." I froze, trying not to wince at the mistake.

"Ah." I said, turning around. "Right. The ocean. Of course. So...anyone have any idea which ocean?" I started wading through the surf toward the beach, thankfully dry because of my armor. "Maybe we ended up Hawaii. Or like...Bora-Bora. Since we need to find the keyhole here we might be sticking around for a while. Might as well enjoy a nice vacation." I was going to have to check my email for some kind of beach vacation accommodation. I was betting I could either find or tweak a hotel email to conjure up a resort for us.

"We definitely aren't in Hawaii." Cut in Wally. The redhead had waded up next to us. "In fact, we aren't anywhere I recognize. The stars here aren't anything like the ones I grew up learning about. No constellations I know, I cant even see Polaris. I don't think we're on Earth at all. Which isn't a huge shock given the way we got here. Makes sense that the dimensional weak points wouldn't line up one to one. Still, it means we might need to be careful. Who knows what kinds of things are in this ocean. Or on that island."

Artemis threw an arm around his shoulder in pride. "Awww, babe. Look at you being helpful with your nerd brain." She pointed to him triumphantly, announcing loudly. "My man, ladies and gentlemen, the scientific genius. We would have been screwed if we'd treated this like Earth. Might have sailed off looking for land we'd never find or something." She laid a long kiss on Wally, whose eyes were out of focus and glazed by the time she pulled away. "That said. Morgan, there any enemies nearby?"

I flicked on my aura sight, greeted by the glow of Artemis's relief and gratitude to be out of the evil version of Gotham where everyone she loved was most likely dead. I looked around, seeing nothing except the usual dense dark energy in the air and the occasional school of fish. I shook my head at my overly excited sister. "Whoo! Beach sex!" She grabbed Wally, who looked like he was about to explode from a combination of mortification and excitement, and dragged him off toward the beach at an angle. "Don't follow us, nerds! I've got some stuff to work out." She shouted over her shoulder as she dragged him away.

Zee, who was just catching up, snickered at that. "That poor bastard. Well, at least he can limp at super speed. Though I don't know how quick he can heal a broken pelvis." She paused. "Wait, I taught Artemis the cure spell. Shit, we aren't going to see them for days, are we?" Despite the words she didn't sound too upset. I got that. This place was...pretty. Peaceful. Not exactly lively, but like a dark place that time forgot.

Looking over to the others, I spotted Jim strolling across the surface of the ocean. I'd forgotten he could do that. "Hey." I called over to my mentor. "Any ideas where we should go? I know we need to stop and talk over a plan but we should get out of the water first, but any plans on which direction would be nice." I extended that to all the others. Kit, Eddie, Rana, Sindella, Tommy, Suzie, Johns, and Drea. Making sure everyone knew there wasn't any limits on who could contribute

Jim sighed. "Well for one, I'd prefer to go that way." He gestured with his cane to a section of beach off to the left of the area directly in front of us. Opposite the right handed path Artemis had taken. "I'd rather not hear the...youthful indiscretions of a girl who might as well be my stepdaughter. Despite knowing all the lewd behavior you children get up to, I prefer to aspire to ignorance, or at least some semblance of it."

"That's rich." Snickered Zee. "Coming from the guy whose fucked every morally questionable immortal hottie we've met so far." She paused. "But probably not a bad idea. We slept near them on New Genesis more than a few times, and even with some distance between us, they were NOT quiet." She immediately shot me a quelling look. "And if you make a comment about how loud I am in bed in front of my mother, you won't be hearing any of those noises anywhere but your dreams for quite some time."

Sindella shot her daughter a patronizing smile, with just a hint of mischief in it. "Oh don't be such a prude dear. You come by it honestly. Before we moved into Shadowcrest, the neighbors at our old apartment used to call in noise complaints nearly every night. All the officers at the local police station knew us on sight. They were always so friendly when we saw them out in public. Your father got so many high fives the year we lived there."

It made me literally stop and stare. Not because Sindella made a dirty joke (possibly?) but because Zee, MY Zee. My raunchy sex elf girlfriend with no filter, had stopped and was now staring at her mother with her mouth hanging open, face painted with daughterly horror. Rana, meanwhile, was cackling like a madwoman. "Hah!" She crowed, pointing at her mother. "Now you know how it feels! Serves you right!"

For his part, Taylor looked almost as disturbed, and Suzie looked amused. I wasn't sure what the hell was going on there, it seemed obvious Taylor still had a thing for Sindella, and Suzie didn't seem too upset about it anymore. I was pretty sure they'd had a discussion about it among the three of them. Maybe Jim gave them some tips. He seemed to be managing his own three way relationship pretty well. Granted mine was stable too, but that was mostly because of Drea, so I was hardly in a position to offer advice.

"Alright children." Scolded Jim. "We have larger concerns here. To the left it is, but once we get there we need to figure out somewhere to hole up. Even if this place isn't inherently dangerous, which we can't be sure of, we don't want to be exposed to the elements in case of storms that might blow in from the seas. Islands this small can be dangerous in their own right, even without supernatural enemies to fear."

Which was something I hadn't considered. Luckily Artemis and Wally were powerful. Some story wasn't likely to hurt them, though I had a sneaking suspicion 'beach sex' wasn't going to be as much fun as Artemis seemed to think. I snickered internally about teasing her with that idea once I got the hotel set up. I remembered one specific email that would work. I had about two hundred fifty thousand points left. I got a pretty consistent influx, but I'd burned some off in that last fight.

As we reached the sand, I shifted between one step and the next out of my armor, my foot coming down on the beach dry. I grinned and shuffled around, enjoying the feeling. It was so novel I even took off my shoes and stepped barefoot onto the shore. I groaned in enjoyment. "Drea, Zee, you have to try this. It's like sugar sand. This is way better than any beach I've ever been on."

Drea, who had caught up with us, stepped out of her shoes and sunk her toes into the sand. "Oh, that is nice. I've been to many seaside realms, and this is perhaps the most luxurious sand I've ever put my feet in. The water was absurdly clear and pretty as well. Remind me to come out and work on my tan while we're here." She shot me a flirty smile and I grinned back at her. I would definitely remind her.

The difference in vibe from Gotham was...jarring. This place was quiet and peaceful and relaxing as hell. I honestly wouldn't mind spending a few days on the search for the keyhole, given how nice it was. Some downtime with the girls would be nice. We'd had that talk a while ago about a beach vacation, and the idea of them in bikinis was definitely a good one. With that pleasant thought in mind, I slipped my phone from my pocket and started flipping through emails.

Lots of cruises, but they were all round trips, which wouldn't help. I'd briefly considered using one to get back to our Gotham, but that seemed to be out. Vacations were MOSTLY location dependent or required you to charter your own flight. I focused on the few that weren't and flipped through them until I found one that was close enough that I was pretty sure I could use my power to make it fit. It was vague, so I knew it would be doable to tweak the parameters.

I considered how to go about this. Eventually I came to the conclusion that making sure it showed up down the beach and out of sight would make this easier. It was why the smaller items always got left at the door in a box. Uncertainty played a big part in my powers. I hit the button on the one I found, paying two hundred thousand points (apparently adding a resort with full service staff and other guests was a big change for this world). At least I still had fifty thousand left. I knew some of that was from the moon base, I had leftovers after bringing Sindella back, but still, I didn't like being empty.

When I turned to the rest of the group, they all just stared at me. I guessed I'd made a big show of hitting the button, and they all seemed to be waiting for something. I just smiled. "So. I went ahead and checked up on something real quick. Why don't we take a walk down the beach, I'm sure we'll find a place to stay." Everybody here basically knew about my power, Taylor and Suzie possibly excluded, and they had a good idea since I was training with Tommy. Eddie might not know, but I wasn't too worried about hiding it as strong as I was now.

They all just shrugged and we headed off in the opposite direction. As we came over the sand dunes, we saw a massive resort building out in the distance, further down the beach. I grinned as I got close enough to read the sign, pointing it out to the others, who all seemed extremely excited to have stumbled on it.

I got a few looks but I just shrugged it off. "Well." I said happily. "Looks like we found a place." I read the sign I could see posted by the entrance (thank you divine eyesight). Apparently this was a Marriott. That was nice, I'd always like the ones I'd seen in movies. Plus, aside from the name of the company there was even a name for the individual location listed above it. It kind of supported Wally's not on earth theory. Despite being written in english, it wasn't the kind of name I would have missed hearing about. Still, it did make this place sound nice. I could deal with a vacation on the Destiny Islands.

June 17th 2016 Destiny Islands, 10:00 AM EDT [Smut section coming up in this next part, just a warning since it's been a while]

The rest of the night we spent getting acclimated, finding rooms, sorting out plans, etc. We decided not to go too crazy right off the bat. This place, as far as an of us could tell, was currently safe. Whether that would continue to be true or there was some horrific monster hiding in a cave somewhere I had no idea, but I'd take some downtime when I could get it. We'd been away on a trip when we vanished anyway, and Rana had come after us, so it was doubtful anyone was worried about where we were yet. So I decided to do the thing I had the least opportunity to do, aside from the brief stint in the Arcadia Project. Relax.

Which was why I found myself on the beach in the sun with both my girls. We'd made plans with the others to have a meeting about looking for the keyhole later tonight, but my morning was free, and Zee had conjured up a pair of skimpy bikinis for her and Drea to wear on our beach day. I was currently in the process of laying out a towel on the sand. Once it was down I turned to the girls to find Zee standing right in front of me.

"We should make today about Drea." She said firmly. "Not that I don't plan to get dicked into a drooling mess when she's done, but our girl has been falling by the wayside. She does so much for us, but with my mom coming back and all the drama we've been neglecting her, and we need to make it right."

I nodded. She was right. Drea was the rock. The steady source of comfort and support, and our goddess never asked anything for all she did for us. It was easy to get distracted by what was going on and forget that Drea wasn't as assertive about her needs as Zee was. Our goddess wasn't exactly shy most of the time, but she was very submissive in bed, and while she would initiate she usually preferred to be pursued. I grinned at Zee. "Alright. I'll let you take the lead. She loves when you play with her." I loved it too. My girls looked fucking incredible together.

She squealed with glee and clapped her hands, bouncing a bit and making her bikini clad tits do very interesting things. "Oh yay! I love being in charge." She turned sternly. "Dreamer!" Drea jumped slightly, not having expected to be called. "Come stand on the towel, we're going to have some fun with you."

It was intense feeling the ragged streak of lust that pulsed through her at that declaration, but she nodded submissively and walked over to stand on the towel as instructed. She could feel our intentions, that we wanted to take care of her, to do something nice for her, and she was excited. Especially since Zee was going to be in charge. My sex elf sorceress was a little sadist when she played with our girl, and Drea loved every second of it.

There was no way to miss Zee's desperate horniness at the influx of lust, which kind of cycled around to me, big surprise, which circled back to Drea. We made a point to block out anything from getting to Rana. She didn't need to be aware of any of this. Jokes aside we didn't want to traumatize the poor girl. Zee's eyes raked over Drea, taking in every tanned curve, and she licked her lips before croaking in a lust roughened voice. "Strip, slut."

Drea shuddered at the command, reaching up to casually tug her bikini back and then shimmy her bottoms off so she was standing naked in front of us. We'd made sure to block the beach off with avoidance spells, so we were definitely alone. Drea looked down at Zee, eyes locked on her lips. "Can...can I taste you mistress?" She reached out greedily for Zee, but her hand was smacked gently away by my stern little sorceress.

"You're mistaken princess. This is about making you feel good, but you don't get to participate until I say so. If you want to stop we can do that anytime, but until then, this ass-" She slapped Dreamers tanned left cheek, getting a nice grope and earning a moan from our girl. "Is mine. Now lay down on the towel." Without any hesitation Drea did as instructed, lying on her back and staring up at us. "Morgan." Zee barked, really getting into her role. "Come over here."

I did, intrigued by what she was planning. She instructed me to kneel on one side of Dreamer as she did the same on the other side, then she had me begin kissing my way up her long legs. One kiss after another up her calf, then her thigh, slow and steady, tasting her skin as Zee did the same. Drea was going crazy not moving, but she knew her role here and she loved it, so she waited.

I kissed my way up my goddess's thick thighs, and when I reached her soaked cunt, I met a pair of hungry purple eyes as Zee met me there. Pushing my head down, she shove my face between Dreamer's legs and met me there, her lips crashing into mine. She kissed me like that, hungry and rough our mouths right next to Drea's pussy sloppily licking and sucking between kisses, her clit sandwiched between our dueling tongues. We each grabbed a handful of fat divine ass and went to town on her as we tasted her on each other.

My other hand roamed over Zee, groping and smacking and twisting where I knew she liked it as Drea screamed for us to keep going, whining like a needy animal when we spent too long on each other instead of her clit. My cock was basically an iron rod as she squealed. "Fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck eat my fucking pussy! EAT IT PLEASE! More, more, more." I fucking loved this. Dreamer was so calm and composed most of the time. So wise and helpful and caring. When we went out I saw her cute side. Her blushing about her lame interests, her snuggling with me when no one was watching.

This though, this was when that facade shattered. Dreamer mid fuck had no restraint or poise, she was a desperate little slut for us. She was our bitch, and it drove me crazy. Zee fisted her other hand in my hair as she groped me, and started sparking pleasurable lightning from her lips and tongue and Drea's please for more licking turned into high pitched screams of ecstasy as I felt the sensations of sexual pleasure run through me from top to bottom.

Zee was rabid, kissing me so hard I was worried she might bite, but eventually she pulled back, gasping. She stood up yanking down her bikini bottoms. "Get in her Morgan. Stuff her cunt NOW!" She shimmied the bottoms over her fat ass and thick thighs stepped to the side, straddled our girl, and with all the skill and grace of a professional stripped, dropped it down and planted her pussy right in Dreamers face.

I didn't need to be told twice, I yanked my swimming suit off, knelt down between Dreamers thighs, and planted the head of my cock against her tiny little pussy. To this day I couldn't get over the view, the sight of my power enhanced dick dwarfing her little hole right before I shoved myself inside her. I felt around to make sure she was wet enough, checked the bond to make sure she was ready, and then smashed my hips into those fat tan cheeks, watching with greedy delight as her velvety cunt swallowed every inch of me without a second of hesitation.

I groaned as I bottomed out, toes clenching at the sensations. Zee threw her head back, her fat tits bouncing as she rode our girl's face. "Fuck me! Baby she licks it so good, especially when she's screaming. Fuck does she feel as good for you as she does for me?" She wriggled her hips, grinding down on Dreamers mouth with a low moan. "This fucking tongue. I'm supposed to be the sorceress, but this is fucking magic. Eat that cunt baby girl. Lick your favorite pussy. FUCK!"

I grinned at her enjoyment. Zee was talky when she fucked, one of my favorite things about our sex life. Drea was quieter, but that was fine, just meant we could use her mouth for other things. I grinned at my sorceress as I started to slide out and then back into Dreamers sweet little twat. Fuck she was so godsdamned soft. It was like sticking my dick in a cloud. That warm, velvety grip I just couldn't get enough of. I leaned down and snagged one of Zee's pretty pink nipples, biting down gently like I knew she loved.

Her hands fisted in my hair and she cooed to me as I fucked Dreamer even harder. "Fuck yes baby, that's what I need. You're both so fucking good. I love you so much. Both of you. We're so lucky aren't we Morgan? That our little godslut needs this like we do? This is her day, we would have done anything she wanted, and this hungry little slut's deepest desire was to be used from both ends like a stupid little toy. Isn't that right princess?"

She groaned in ecstasy as Dreamer nodded into her cunt. "Fuuuck. She stopped screaming Morgan. Fuck her harder. Ruin that pussy. Break it in just right." I was lucky I had a face full of tits because I might have laughed otherwise. I had a thirteen inch dick, the whole 'ruin her for other men' ship had kind of sailed. But still, no reason to turn down the missus. I started pistoning my hips harder, smashing myself into Drea with the force I knew she could take, my excellent control making holding back on her much easier than it would be for someone else.

Not that I had to worry too much, thank the universe for goddess pussy. Zee and Drea were basically the only two women I didn't have to worry about breaking in half. Hell, after my divine upgrade I expected even Dreamer would have a hrd time taking me at my most extreme, but apparently I had been wrong. I was still a low level god and she really wasn't. I could really let loose on this pussy and she'd take every inch of it with a big goofy smile.

I sped up to the fastest I could go, and was pleased to see the rapid shaking was basically vibrating Drea's mouth against my sorceress, who was squealing pleas for more and happy exclamations of love and desperation. I pulled off her nipple, leaving behind some light teeth marks I knew would fade fast, and grabbed Zee in a rough kiss, loving the feeling of her screaming into my mouth as we fucked our girl into oblivion.

We stayed like that for a literal hour, I fucked Dreamer through six orgasms, and she ate Zee through nine with my help, but finally it was time for me to finish up. I loved this part. Not just the feeling of orgasm either. As my balls tightened up and started shooting I gloried in the grip and pull of Dreamers pussy as she squirted all over the towel. Her pussy drank up every rope of cum greedily, swallowing it down as readily as her mouth ever did.

When I finished I slumped down onto the towel and Zee dismounted and tried to adjust before realizing her legs weren't functional anymore. I grinned over at her before leaning down to kiss my sleepy Dreamer before she fell off into a post fuck nap. Then we pulled her between us and snuggled her in to let her sleep. This was her day, and she deserved the rest. It wasn't like we weren't going to play more when she woke up.

And smut chapter complete! I had some fun revisiting the smut side of this story, even if it isn't that main focus. Meanwhile in the advance chapters all the breadcrumbs and hints finally come together as Morgan learns once and for all what he is, and what he needs to do to survive the revelation. The setup for the final arc is officially in, and I could not be more excited! As usual pat-reon has the advance chapters at that site /malcolmtent. Hope you all enjoy!