Chapter 14: Burn Baby Burn

Dawn stretched her cleansed body as she walked into the room dressed in her Dawning Fire suit. It felt good to be de-funked of the layers of cake and salad she had picked up at the Hatter and Emmy's tea party. She walked over to Cory and Estell also dressed in their Blood and Diamond suits, Rev holding a video cam. "Ready?" he asked the three of them who nodded in response. "Rolling in 3,2," he held up one finger as he began to record.

"Hello Lexy!" Cory waved at the camera. "It's September 28th, you know what that means…HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" her and the rest of the girls clapped their hands saying things like 'Happy b-day' and 'someone just got closer to death, yay!' "Diamond and I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday and introduce our new addition to you personally. Dawning Fire! Come say hello to the birthday boy Dawny."

Dawn's head filled the camera. "Hiya, Lexur." She smiled sweetly before backing up.

"So, Dawny'll light up your 'birthday cake'" Estell made little quotation marks with her hands at the words birthday cake. Her and Cory stepped back to give the camera view of the huge stacks of hundred dollar bills in the center of the room. Dawn came into the shot and gave the camera a flirty grin as her hand caught flame. She touched the pile of cash and it set on fire, glowing blue in the inferno. They laughed ordering Rev to close up on the burning paper.

"Oh and if you hadn't guessed already, we're the one's who stole that large quantity of money from Serenity Bank. And now we torch it and salute you. A beautiful blue bon-fire in your honor." Cory turned back to the other two women. "It's time to roast the weenies and get the ice cream. Oh, beer too!" they stashed the food to their sides, singing songs like He's A Jolly Good Fella and Happy, Happy Birthday.

Lex growled as he stopped the video. Those sluts, those bitches, who did they think they were. You dare arson my money? Wait till I find out who you are…. It had been months since they first defied him. He still got pressed about his sexuality because of those damned pictures they took of him and plastered on the net. And he had even more reason to destroy Superman who had posted the picture on the bill-board, though he was getting enough controversy about that action.

Now they had also put up this birthday video on YouTube through an anonymous account that crashed his computer when he tried to engage it. How did they do that anyway, his security settings were top-notch? Did they have a hacker? That was a clue of some kind, they had resources. But who, in the name of God, are they?

A woman with blond hair and intense white-purple tinged eyes walked into his office and with a stack of documents and folders that she plopped on his desk. As she walked away, Luthor turned his head to stare at her ass, vaguely making note that he hadn't slept with her yet. Then he logged out of his computer and sighed, fingers laced together as he thought of his next move…

The four of them were sprawled across the wooden floor of the abandoned building. The fire had long since gone out and the young women and man were all in a drunken sleep around the burned out pit of gray mush. Then Cory rolled onto her side and cracked her neck. "Ow, cwap, godda peee!" she said as she got to her feet and half staggered an attempted hop out of the building and ducked into the dark alley wall where she preceded to urinate on a dead homeless man. As she emerged from the alley she suddenly had no idea where she was. Wandering down the sidewalk she wasn't alarmed by the Nightwing Cycle, with Nightwing himself on it, pulling up beside her.

"Blood?" he asked and she turned her head to him slowly and dim smile coming to her face.

"Nighdy, eh, wad's up?" her hand flapped at him which he believed was a wave of greeting. "Wad you doin 'ere?" Nightwing raised an eyebrow and observed her silently. Slurred speech, dizzied and slow motions, with a side of deliria, she was diffidently tipsy.

"Nothing, what are you doing?" Cory's eyes squinted as she tried to remember what she had just been doing when it finally came to her and her face lit.

"I hadda take uh piss." She answered back with a smile. Nightwing blinked and sighed. Oh the poor girl was done. "Eya, can you take me omm?" she had her head resting on his arm now and he raised an eyebrow. now would be a perfect opportunity to turn her into the police. But…he was curious to know her hide out.

"Sure…" he scooted to give her space and she got on the motorcycle, wrapping her small arms around his waist, face pressed into his back. Nightwing shifted in the awkward embrace as he cranked the handle and zoomed forward.

"You be workin oud Nighdface?" Cory asked snuggling her nose into his back. "Yo aw sweady an week….bud ina gewd way…" she sighed and his shoulders tensed. How could someone be so rude and unblamable at the same time?

"So uh where do I take you?"

"Go down lowew Wobbinsville." He turned shifting onto Robbinsville and strolled down passing a bunch of houses, studying each that could possibly belong to the masked trouble maker. "Staop 'ere." She finally said and Nightwing's eyes bulged as the house they stopped at was the Mox residence. He blinked as she climbed off and kissed his cheek. "Dhanks Nighdy, youw uh spiffy guy." Then she walked to the front door, unlocked it and entered th house.

"No…" he said to himself staring at the house in shock. His hunch had been right. His girlfriend was a villain. He huffed shakily and started down the road, knowing what that meant. A secret from Bruce…