I woke to Bart's face over mine.
"You awake?" he asked, his bangs falling into my face.
"Getoffme!" I said, taking a swing, knowing he was across the room by the time I moved.
"Wow, someone wakes up grumpy. Does Donnie know you're this grumpy in the morning, he might take back that jack…"
I was across the room and was holding him against the wall, "Bart!" I roared, my day already ruined.
He smiled and looked down, "Wow, Donnie is a lucky guy."
Fuck, I was naked.
I let him go and super sped my jeans on, Bart watching the whole time, "You know for me that was reverse strip show right? Best ten minutes of my life."
"What do you want?" I asked, desperately looking for a shirt.
He blurred and was standing next to me with one of my black ones, "Mon capitaine is awake and wondering if you were too. He's still in a mood."
"When isn't he?" I asked, pulling my boots on.
Bart was suddenly sitting next to me on the bed, "When you don't come to Titans weekend wearing another guy's jacket." I glared at him, and he didn't blink, "What? I mean you pretend you're dumb but you aren't that dumb. How did you think it would affect him?"
I sighed, knowing he had a point.
"I don't understand," he said getting closer, "If you've been…open minded this whole time, why didn't you just have sex with Tim? Are you not attracted to him? I mean how can you not be attracted to Tim? Have you seen him naked? Do you need to see him naked?" he blurred and came back with a tablet, "Look, this is from security footage, I mean look at that body."
It was images of Tim in the shower, drying off, changing…
"BART!" I snapped, grabbing the tablet from his hand, "Why do you have this?"
The tablet was suddenly gone, "Um to masturbate? Jerk off? Choke the chicken? Tame the snake? Poke the pickle? Poaching the egg? Marching the penguin? Lone rangering? Petting…"
I put a hand over his mouth, "I know what jerking off is Bart."
His eyes got wide, and he was on the other side of me, "So you wanna rip one off before we go downstairs?"
"Bart!" I said, standing up.
"What!" he said standing as well, arms up in air, "You people are so freaking repressed! It's just sex! We learn about sex in the holos young, so by the time we're older we know what we like and don't like. I mean the fact you guys tie sex and love together is half the reason this era is known as the reality tv years. Once you guys understand that they aren't mutuality exclusive things get so much crash."
"Well, we aren't there yet!" I snapped, "I am not going to jerk off with you, and if Tim catches you jerking off to him, he is going to shoot you in the knee. In the Deathstroke knee."
His eyes got wide, and he was gone.
I reached over to Donnie's jacket, but I paused, knowing Bart was right. I should have never showed up with this on, all I did was piss Tim off and make things worse, like I always do. I left it and went downstairs, hoping there was food to be found.
The place was weird being this empty. The three of us were the only ones left from the old team, everyone else had gone their separate ways. I know Garfield and Vic lived here off and on but Vic was busy lately with JLA crap and Gar had taken a trip with his adoptive mother to South America. Which meant this place felt like a barn with all the horses gone.
Oh god, did I just make a barn reference? Smallville is turning me into a hick.
Thankfully it meant there was actual food, if Gar was in house there wouldn't even be breadcrumbs. I found some cereals and made a huge bowl and sat down in front of the TV. I turned on some cartoons and began to eat. About ten minutes later Tim came down, in civilian clothes and joined me.
"Did you find those in the cabinet behind the dishes?"
I nodded.
"Those are Dick's, you better blame that on Bart if he asks."
I nodded again, "Noted."
"So about last night…" he began.
I held up a hand, "I was an idiot, won't happen again."
He chuckled, "Well we know that isn't true."
I nodded as I laughed, "True, but still, I'm sorry."
He sighed, "No I'm sorry, your life is your own. I had no right…"
I put the bowl down, "I should have told you; I should have warned you at least. That's on me, and if I was half the friend, I pretended I was I would have. So, I'm sorry, can we go back to the way it was?"
I could see the hurt in his eyes because I wasn't saying I felt like that for him, but he knew this was the best we could hope for. I was Donnie's now, and there was nothing I could do to stop that, not even if I wanted to.
He nodded, "Of course, I'll always be your friend Conner."
I smiled, "No, I'll always be your clone boy."
He smiled back, "Well if I'm not your Robin I can send Dick over…"
"Oh, please no!" I said quickly, "All that cheery would drive me insane."
"He also jogs," he added, and I groaned, "In the day and everything!"
We both laughed and the tension went away, it was like old times again.
So of course, that was when Bart appeared.
"So, we all good? All shiny? Everything copasetic? In the pipe five by five? Assholes and elbows? Stop your grinning and drop your linen?" he shook his head, "Sorry, was watching Aliens when I started that sentence and got into it. You guys ok now?"
I nodded as I finished my cereal, "We're good."
"So then threesome?"
We both glared at him.
"Oh, you meant you guys were ok in the same repressed, boring way you've always been. Got it. Boring."
And he was gone.
We sat there in silence for a long time and finally I said, "The 30th century must be a freak deaky place."
Tim nodded, "Completely. So, you ready for work?"
I nodded, "What you got?"
He jerked his neck, "Come on."
We went into the computer room and this time we sat down as he pulled up data.
"So, like I said last night, there is a ton of encrypted traffic moving in and out Smallville all the time. Lexcorp has three facilities not counting subsidiaries in the city and they are always sending petabytes of info every second back and forth to the main servers."
"Is that a lot?" I asked.
He nodded, "But it's expected from them. But about a month ago the traffic just jumped up." He pushed a few buttons and the dataflow almost doubled, "A whole other series of data streams popped up and suddenly close to an exabyte of data."
I looked at him and he smiled.
"Even more."
I nodded.
"This data though wasn't being transmitted through normal channels though, most of Lexcorp data is handled by fiber optic lines installed around Y2k. But this new data is being squirted through high-speed satellite feeds straight to Lexcorp in Metropolis. It has heuristic encryption that changes itself every six seconds, so nearly impossible to crack. Whatever they are sending, it means a lot to Lex."
I sighed, "So we have no idea what they are saying?"
Tim smiled, "No I cracked most of it that first night you called."
"What?"
He pushed a few buttons and the screens filled with static began to clear up, showing video images. Video images of Smallville. Of Smallville high.
"What the fuck?" I said, standing up.
There was the lunchroom, my science class, the gym, the locker room…the bathroom.
"What is this?" I asked, almost yelling.
"I'm pretty sure Lex has been spying on you," Tim said calmly, "There are other camera feeds, but they come on and off at odd times." He pushed a couple of buttons, and I was in the interior of a truck.
Donnie's truck.
He had been spying on me!
"Turn them off!" I almost screamed, what had Lex already seen?
"I can't do that Conner, they would know we have tapped their feeds."
I watched the screens flip through images, I saw the empty halls, the interior of the malt shop, Main Street, Satellite house!
"That's the nerd's house!" I said pointing.
Tim nodded, "Yeah, that one popped up the night you called me. So, it's safe to say Lex knows you're in Smallville, that much is clear."
I looked at him panicked, "What about ma and pa?"
"It's ok, the farm is covered with a Martian holofield, it's setup so there is no record of Clark and you coming and going. Any camera pointed at the Kent farm only sees a boring farm, so it's ok. Besides Clark established the Kent's raised Superman alongside him when he first came out, so you living there isn't out of the ordinary."
That wasn't what I was worried about, that camera feed was the boy's bathroom where I rode Donnie, the one in the locker room would have caught us fucking dead in frame. There was one in Donnie's truck! Jesus fuck…
"Conner," Tim said, "It's ok, Clark's secret is safe."
What about mine?
He was about to say something when alarms went off all over the place.
"Shit," Tim said, pushing buttons and the monitors changed. "What the?" He said in shock.
There were images of the Peir 39, a tourist location literally across the bay from the tower. It was a telephoto image, and the people were dots…but the giant dragon spitting fire over the area was clear as day.
Tim looked at me, "Go!"
I was gone.
The bay blurred beneath me and within seconds I was at the pier, yeah those were fucking dragons. It was red and breathing fire all over the place so I went barreling towards it, arms out, eyes closed, bracing for impact.
And crashed into the building behind it and then right through it. I came out the other side and then hit the ground, bounced twice and rolled for another quarter mile before coming to a halt. It took a second to get my senses, I looked back and there the dragon was, untouched and still breathing fire.
Huh?
I heard Tim's voice in my ear, "We're on our way, why is that dragon still up?"
"Fuck if I know," I said, getting up and taking off back towards the dragon. I flew up to it and went for a right cross…I felt it's head shatter under my fist and then reform again like a video game. It turned to me and opened it mouth.
"Shit," was all I could say as it breathed fire on me, knocking me out of the sky.
Kid Flash
The 21st Century sucks.
There I said it, I stand behind it and always will. I mean sure, a lot of great things come from this era, the birth of VR, decentralized currency, Dippin dots…
Don't laugh, when you find out the truth about cows you will never eat real ice cream again.
But no matter how much of the future is born here, there is so much crap surrounding it that my head spins thinking about it. How these people ever get out of their own head is a mystery to me, but I have to admit…they do know how to throw a good super villain fight.
Kids my age live in holos and superheroes is a popular program to run when were bored. And until I came back here, I thought I had really thrown down with some real bad guys, and then I saw how they did things in the 21st century I know I can never go back. The computers had no idea what a real fight was like, and that was a shame.
Is Tim talking to me?
"What?" I asked him, holding him as we ran.
"Where are you going!" he screamed.
I looked around, oh, this was Alaska.
I turned around and we were at Peir 39. People were running everywhere as a dragon breathed fire down on the whole place.
"Conner!" Tim called on the comms, "Where are you?"
No answer.
He turned to me, no doubt going to order me to check the area and find Conner.
I honestly don't have time for him to finish that sentence, for me it will seem like an hour, and I got the gist of it. I took off and began to search the area, racing the civilians to a safe area before moving on. As I was running, I looked at the dragon and realized it wasn't a dragon at all!
That was a holo!
Not a very good one, provably running at 1000 fps or faster, but to me that was like a slide show. Frozen I could see the pixilation as it moved, it was nice, but not made for my eyesight. I sped around until I found the source, a small man standing in front of a device that was smoking like a chimney.
Gizmo! I knew him, he was a member of the Fatal Five and an all-around nasty piece of work.
I stood behind him as he pounded on one of the values, "God damned piece of junk…" he screamed, "Just work!"
I pointed at one of the bolts, "That one is lose, you're losing coolant."
He saw what I was talking about and nodded, "Thanks," and went to tighten it before he realized who I was.
He spun at looked at me, "You!"
Well actually he slowly began to turn and said, "Yyyyyyyyyooooooo…"
Way too long.
I race behind him and take the machine apart piece by piece, making sure the dangerous components were powered down before I let go of them. The dragon vanished and I went back to where I was standing.
"You!" he screamed as the dragons vanished.
He looked behind him in confusion.
"I like the way you used the Thangarian crystal to project the hard light properties," I commented, "Gave it more weight than an actual holo, smart."
He paused and nodded, "Thanks," and then pushed his belt buckle. I raced towards him, ready to cuff and deposit him in Blackgate before he could blink when a wave of energy washed out from him, throwing me back as fast as I was moving at him.
"Shit!" was all I got off as I went flying across the city. I closed my eyes and vibrated, passing through the buildings as I quickly flew out of San Franscisco and then California.
This sucks.
Robin
I turned to Bart, "Check the area for Con…" and of course he was gone.
Dammit.
A few seconds the dragon vanished which was something I guess, "Everyone, chime in!" I called out over the comms and all I heard was a strangled "Shit!" from Bart before his feed went offline.
Well, this going as well as our other missions.
I needed to know what was going on, I used my cable to get on top of one of the higher buildings on the pier and pulled out a pair of binoculars, what the hell was going on? I saw some kind of scuffle in the parking lot, I tried to zoom in when I saw something in the air, I tracked it as it got larger…
"Fuck," I said under my breath and dodged as a car went crashing through the roof of the building I had been on. I cabled to another building and saw another car come flying at me. I ducked under it and perched on the roof, trying to see who the hell was throwing cars at me.
The answer came slamming down on the roof, Tuppence Terror, one half of the Terror Twins. Super strong, invulnerable, and about as crazy as they come.
"What's up skinny boy?" she said with a cruel smile, "Miss me?"
I take a que from Dick's book and say, "Hard to miss what I've never had."
She charges and I flip over her, a cable around her ankles trips her and she goes falling off the roof onto the pavement below. "Conner," I said into the comms, "The Terror Twins are here!"
I hear a grunt, "Tell me something I don't know."
Well, we're in it now, "Bart, where are you?"
"South America somewhere, give me a second, I'm on my way back. Gizmo is there!"
Gizmo, Terror Twins, that means Onslaught, why the hell are they here?
"Was that supposed to hurt?" Tuppence calls up at me, "Or you afraid to dance with a real woman?"
I needed answers and that meant time. I look down and cock my head, "Why? Have you seen a real woman around?"
She growls and tears up a chunk of pavement and tosses at me like it weighed nothing. I dodge it easily and move down to the floor level, she smiles thinking she pulled me down against my will, not knowing I needed to get closer to her if I was going to find anything.
"I'm going to wreck that pretty face!" she snarls as she runs at me.
"You think I'm pretty?" I ask, making her even more mad.
That's it, come to papa.
Superboy
I might never eat BBQ ever again.
The fire slammed me into the parking lot, my clothes were scorched but my field made sure I was at least clothed. I pulled myself up while the dragon flickered and vanished. Well, that's something…
Someone grabbed my shirt and picked me up like a rag doll, "Look sis, it's not so super boy."
Tommy Terror! Fuck.
"Awww," Tuppence said smiling at me, "He's still cute…"
Tommy snarled, "Not for long."
He punched down and slammed me into the pavement hard. I think I heard Tim's voice over the comms but I was stunned…Tommy picked me up out of the hole and tossed me across the parking lot, I smashed through car after car, unable to stop myself.
I came to a halt after slamming through four different cars, thank God there weren't any people around. I began to stand, and Tommy landed in front of me, covering the distance I had gone in one leap.
"You still with Tommy?" he asked, standing there with a smile.
I threw a right hook at him, "You tell me!"
He caught my fist effortlessly and held it there, "Tommy is not impressed." I try to pull my first back, but he yanks me close and knees me in the gut, "All you pretty boys are the same," he says as the air rushes out of my lungs, "All talk, no action."
I clock him with my left and he staggers back and lets me go.
"How's that for action asshole?" I growl, shaking my head to clear the cobwebs. I needed to get my head in the game.
Tommy rubbed his chin, "Nice punch…for a bitch."
He lunged at me, and I blocked his first punch and then the second, but he just kept coming, punch after punch until one for through and sent my head spinning. Once my defense was broken, he went to town on me, laying blow after blow.
"Come on Superbitch! Come on! Get some! Get some Tommy!"
He was strong but nothing I couldn't handle…but as he kept hammering me…I felt something inside me start to stir. He was so fucking strong…and big…bigger than me…
"You even fighting back boy?" he asked, holding me up by my neck.
Truth was, I wasn't…oh shit…this can't be happening now!
He paused and pulled me closer to him, "Maybe you be liking Tommy?"
I wanted to fight back, I did…but I could feel myself submitting…retreating in my head…oh fuck…I was getting hard!
He chuckled, "You are sweet on Tommy aren't you?" he asked, drawing me closer, I could smell his sweat, and though it didn't do what Donnie's did, I could smell him and it wasn't unpleasant. "Give Tommy a little kiss…"
He was bringing me closer to his face…fuck…why was this turning me on?
"Get off him!" Bart roared out of nowhere, punching him in the stomach a couple of thousand times in a second. Tommy roared and dropped me as he swung at Bart, leaving me dazed and confused, fighting the urge to lay there and beg him to fuck me with all might.
Come on Conner, get up!
Kid Flash
By the time I could stop myself I was…far away.
My momentum had thrown me thousands of miles off course, most of it a blur as I vibrated through all the solid matter. When I stopped, I was in a jungle, surrounded by vines and brightly colored birds. I heard Tim through the comms, "Bart, where are you?"
"South America somewhere, give me a second, I'm on my way back." I said ass I took off. And quickly added, "Gizmo is there!"
He didn't answer which wasn't good. I was back in the states in five seconds, on top of Gizmo in ten. I stopped, right outside his null field, he was putting a new machine together.
"Zero sum field that repels incoming momentum," I said, pacing around the perimeter, "Congratulations, you've solved the key to anti grav cars and you have it on your belt buckle. You really are wasting your talents Giz."
"Keeps you away, doesn't it?" he smiled.
"Whatcha building?" I asked, looking at what he was making, "I see some nitro, a little magnesium, looks like a bomb to me."
"Stick around and find out," he said, confident his belt could keep me away.
"Last chance to give yourself up."
He shot me his middle finger; a gesture I am told is meant to be rude but means something completely different in my time.
"Have a nice trip," I say and start to run around his field. He looks over at me, not sure what I am doing. When the wind picks up and the funnel cloud starts to form, he gets it.
"STOP!" he screams, holding on to his machine as the vortex starts to pick him up.
I double my speed and he spins faster and faster…his screams getting incompressible. When I hear nothing, I run for another five seconds and then stop. His machine, him, half a dozen benches and some random trees fall to the ground, I strip him of his gadgets and tie him up as I go check on the others.
I rush past and see Robin is dancing with Tuppence, he looks like he has that. I race into the parking lot and see Tommy holding Conner by his throat…the very picture of not having it. As I speed at him, I remember what Max taught me about big guys.
"Hit a guy once and you can hurt him…hit him a thousand times and you can break him."
I spend about 20 minutes hitting him all over the place, his skin is like a side of beef but it's all good cause my healing factor fixes my hands up as soon as they're damaged. Of course, this takes place all in the same second for Tommy Boy here and can I say how nice this torso is? I mean I do have the time to inspect the good and oh my, look at those abs. I mean it's a shame I am hitting them 14 thousand times in a row but there is no doubting Tommy has it going on.
Why is it always the crazy ones?
By the time he even realizes I am there he is in pain, he drops Conner and takes a lazy swing at me, well lazy to me cause he looks like he's moving in molasses.
"Knock it off!" he rages at where I had been standing.
"What's wrong Tommy?" I ask, "Not into the rough stuff?"
He focuses on me and smiles, "Little imp don't know what Tommy likes."
Oh. So, that's how it is.
I smile, "Come on Tommy, why make all this mess? Let's get out of here and you show me what you like."
It's a lie but I am trying to give Conner time to get back up.
"You like Tommy too?" he said with a toothy grin, "You Titans are all hot for Tommy."
Too? I glance at Conner, what did I interrupt?
Tommy slams his foot down hard and the parking lot shakes like its water. The shockwave throws me off my feet and for half a second, I am airborne…
And then he backhands me like a mosquito.
The impact stuns me as I go flying across the parking lot, I impact into the side of a SUV and I silently thank Volvo for introducing the side impact protection systems in the 90's that allows me to smash into the door instead of splatting against it. I can feel broken ribs and some internal bleeding…that might be my spleen?
I close my eyes and decide to take a little nap, when I wake up this should all be healed.
Robin
She charges at me as I grab what I need from my belt.
She lunges at me, and I flip over her, I spin midair and land on her shoulders, slap my hand down and wait.
"Get off me you cockroach!" she screams, grabbing my shoulders and throwing me. As I fly, I open my hand and hear the metal hit the ground. Smiling I flip and cable up…
She looks around and sees me standing in front of her. I smile and hold up one hand, I Morpheus her and she roars.
Like a wild bull she races at me, and I dance around her, dodging every swing. She gets progressively madder which makes her winds even more erratic. Its funny to watch as she tries her level best to land a blow.
"Stop running!" she screams.
I smile and raise one hand and beckon her to come at me again.
She gets ever madder and picks up a bench and hurdles it at me. I jump and flip over it, and land behind her. She spins and leaps at me, another backflip and no love. Now she is foaming at the mouth.
"STOP MOVING!" she bellows, slamming her foot down hard. The pier shockwaves out as the pavement shatters, the impact hits me and I flicker twice and then vanish, leaving a metal ball rolling around in the cracks. She takes a step towards it, looking at it warily.
"Like it?" I ask from the roof behind her, "It's a Thangarian holomatrix with a Kryptonian AI module. It's still learning to fight but it's seen The Matrix like fifty-three times, should I be worried?"
She narrows her eyes at me as I keep looking at the terminal in my glove, "You too chicken to fight?"
"Nah, I just needed time for that scanner I put on the base of your skull to do its job."
She reaches back and feels the probe I slapped there, she pulls it off and crushes it.
"So let me take a guess, Waller sent the smart ones on the real mission and sent the short bus crew for the distraction?"
"I dunno what you're talking about," she lies badly.
"Right, it makes sense, Gizmo and the Terror Twins are expendable, so send them on the useless part of mission."
She points a finger at me, "Distraction is an important part of the plan stringbean!" and then realizes what she said, "I shouldn't have said that."
I smile, "Sure, do me a favor, next time you see Amanda tell her something for me."
She glared at me.
"Tell her I love her toys," I push a button and activate the control chip in her head. She screams and falls to the ground in a crumble. I push my ear, "Sitrep."
I hear a groggy Bart, "Man down…"
Fuck, I start running towards the parking lot, expecting the worst.
Superboy
I see him hit Bart and whatever it is fades.
"NO!" I scream and fly up at him. I hit him under his chin hard and he goes flying into the cars behind him. I want to see if Bart is ok but I can't take the time, I need to keep pressure on him. I slammed on top of him and began to throw punch after punch, doing my best to keep him down.
He brought his hands up to either side of my head and slammed then against my ears, the last thing I could hear was, "BAD DOG!"
I stumbled back, dazed and deafened; it had felt like a bomb went off in my head and I couldn't think. He pulled himself out of the car and grabbed my shirt, he was saying something, but I couldn't hear him. His lips were moving but all I could hear was my own heartbeat.
He slapped my face, and everything came roaring back.
"Answer me bitch! Who's your fucking daddy!"
The tone of his voice hit me like a 2 by 4 between my eyes and I felt myself cringe back in his grip. He slapped me again and I could feel it, my mind shutting down…my cock began to get hard…it was just like Donnie…I was submitting…
He brought me close to his face again and like before his scent overwhelmed me, I could feel my ass flutter open as I began to tremble…not now…not with him!
"Say it," he said in a low voice, "Who's your daddy Supercunt?"
I bit my bottom lip to stop from talking and he laughed and lifted me higher, looking at my crotch.
"Looks like someone is sweet on Tommy after all…" he said seeing my bulge, "Maybe Tommy throw you down and fuck you, right here? You want that?"
My head nodded on my own and I groaned.
He was about say something when Bart came rushing at him with a car door in his hand. He hit Tommy as around 80 mph and he went flying back as I fall to the ground. My head is spinning, I have to get out of here, away from Tommy.
I hear a scream and I see Tommy has implied him with a street sign, the post goes through Bart's side and he is holding him in the air and laughing. I snap and rush at him, I hit him three times as he staggers back, I hear Tim's voice in my ear, but I ignore it as I keep punching. I have to take him down before I submit…
His hand covers me face and slams me to the ground, "Heal!" he growls, sliding my face through the pavement before picking me up, "You gonna behave or Tommy not gonna play nice."
He looked down at him and he looked so big, so strong…so much…more…and I felt a sliver of fear move through me and just like that…I am his bitch.
"I'm sorry…" I say automatically, not able to stop me.
He smiles, "Daddy likes," and he reaches up to stroke my face.
"Hands off," Bart says, throwing a handful of rubble at Tommy's face at superspeed. Tommy screamed and covered his face, he went to grab Bart and I moved to intercept him, "NO!"
He backhanded me and the second he touched me I knew the worst.
My powers had turned themselves off.
Just like with Donnie, I couldn't hurt him…
It felt like I was floating as I flew back, I hit a car, but I didn't feel it. All I could hear was the breaking of bones and then nothing. Blissful nothing.
Kid Flash
I watch in horror as Conner's jaw snaps from the impact and he goes flying back into a car and stops moving.
Before I can move, I hear a raged, "NO!" from Tim as he leaps at Tommy.
"Skinny boy wants some of Tommy to…" he starts to say before Tim throws something around his throat. Tommy gags as the cable tightens around his neck tighter and tighter, cutting off his air. The blond chokes and falls back, struggling at his neck.
Tim doesn't even look back at Tomy and goes to Conner.
I vibrate out of the street sign so I can start healing and walk over to where they are. Tomy I son the ground, face turning red.
"Dude! That was hardcore!"
Tim tosses a batarang to me over his shoulder, "Cut him free before he loses his head."
I catch it and just stare at it in shock, "Remind me not to piss you off."
He says nothing and just keeps checking on Conner.
I cut the cable and slap on some suppressor cuffs on Tommy, taking another long look at his body. Man, what a fracking waste! I look back over the pier, it looks like a warzone. But I think we kept the causalities down to a minimum…but I look over and see Conner bleeding and wonder…
What the hell just happened?
Conner
I'm falling, which is the worst thing in the world for someone who can fly.
Since the day I woke up in Cadmus, I could fly, so the sensation of falling is terrifying to me in a way other people can't understand. I was falling and I couldn't see the bottom. As I fell hands reached out from the sides, trying to grab me, take hold of me…stop me…
I wake up on the medbay and every single part of me is in pain.
"Fuck…" I groan and Tim jumps out of the chair he's sitting in next to me.
"Don't move!" he says, making sure I don't break the medtable in half by accident, trust me, it's happened. "How do you feel?"
I answer, "Like shit," before I can stop myself.
"Yeah, having most of your bones broken will do that," he says, looking at the monitor instead of me, "How's that?"
There is a warmth that moves through my body, and I know he added some painkillers.
"Better…what happened?"
He looked me straight in the eyes, "You tell me, one second you're fine and the next he almost kills you with one hit. Tommy is strong but not that strong, is there something going on with your powers?"
Fuck.
I wait 2 seconds and say, "I don't know."
He stares for a long moment and then says, "Well get some rest, because we have a billion tests we're running in the morning."
"What happened with the fight?" I ask, getting groggy.
"We won, Gizmo got carted away by SFPD, STAR only had one transport vehicle available, so they are taking Tuppence back to Belle Reeve, were holding Tommy here until tomorrow."
"What did they want?" I asked, losing the will to stay awake.
"To distract us," he said, "Sleep, we'll debrief in the morning."
I nodded and closed my eyes…and started falling all over again.
No time passes for me. One second, I am closing my eyes and Tim is there, the next he's gone and I'm alone, and I can hear someone calling my name. I feel better, a lot better. Gotta give Kryptonians credit, they know how to heal. I disactivate the medtable and sit up, slowly. I got some aches and bruises, but it feels like everything is healed up. I slide my legs over and sit there, getting my bearings.
Why did I wake up?
I hear my name again, faintly…drifting through the tower.
I stand up and follow it, aware I am only wearing boxer briefs and nothing else, but I don't care. I hear it again and I go downstairs, past the living quarters, past the training area, into the bowels of the tower. I keep going until I get to the detention cells, and there he is.
Sitting behind the transparent promethium walls was Tommy, on his cot, smiling.
"Thought you were never gonna come…" he says with his drawl, "Someone needs to train you better boy."
"What do you want?" I ask, making sure my voice doesn't crack.
"Tommy has everything he wants, question is boy, what do you want?"
The question makes me pause, "I don't need anything from you."
He stands up and Jesus…how big is he? He just strands up and keeps going and going…
He walks to the wall and leans against it. His arm is raised, and I can see his pit and I lick my licks automatically, "Tommy didn't say need, what do you need boy?"
My mouth was suddenly dry, and I felt like I was about to break a sweat. In a voice that was seemed like it was coming from someone else I said, "I don't need anything."
He just stared at me and then smiled, "Ok then, get gone." He turned around and I failed not to stare at his ass in the detention sweats he was wearing. "Tommy ain't got no time for liars."
"I'm not lying!"
He looked back over his shoulder, "Aren't you boy?" He slowly turned around and I saw he was cupping the bulge in his sweats…and my mouth dropped in shock. Holy shit! He was massive! A smile spread across his face, "Sure you don't have a need?"
He wasn't even hard, and it looked like a fucking firehose! His head looked like it was an apple and there was a stain on the front of his sweats that was making my mouth water…
"Tommy make you a deal," he said moving back to the glass, "You admit the truth and Tommy fuck you right. Hard, fast…make you cry." He had pressed his crotch against the glass and the impression of his cock was pressed against, good god what a cock! "Or you keep lying," he said stepping back, "And Tommy never touch you, no matter how much you beg."
He turned away from me, "Your choice Super cunt."
I closed my eyes and pleaded with myself to walk away. I was crying in my mind to just turn and go back to my room. But I could feel that thing inside of me, the hunger, the bitch that I had become screaming for me to submit. All I could see was the imprint of his cock against the glass and could feel my hole quiver with want.
"If I open that cell you'll just try to escape," I say, trying to rationalize my reasoning.
He chuckles and sits on the cot farthest from the door, "Tommy ain't going nowhere, Tommy figures he's right where he needs to be." He leans back on the cot and grips his cock through the sweats…he's half hard now and I feel my body reacting against my will.
Don't do this Conner…walk away.
"Computer," I say with halting breath, "Verify nullification field is on in cell number 4."
A small chime, "Nullification field intact."
I walked towards the cell, pleading with myself to stop.
My hand was shaking as I reached up to the door control, never taking my eyes off of him. He didn't move, just watched me with a lazy smile. The sound of the door opening was like a gunshot in the silence of the detention cell, I walked in, and the door sealed behind me.
What was I doing?
"Now walk over to Tommy, nice and slow."
My feet moved on their own accord, walking over to the cot and pausing.
He held up one finger and gestured down.
My knees buckled as I sank to the ground, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
"So Superboy is a bitch?" he said, standing up, looking down at me with a sneer, "Superboy wanna be Tommy's bitch?"
My head nodded even as I screamed inside, I watched with bated breath as he slowly pulled the seats down, revealing a patch of blond pubes, neatly trimmed…
"Say please."
I licked my lips, "Please…" my voice sounded so desperate, so needy…not even like me.
He kept pulling them down and his shaft was exposed, looking like a fucking snake hanging off his peach sized balls. When it finally cleared his cockhead I actually gasped at it's size…soft it was massive, his foreskin pulled halfway back and a drop of precum falling off the tip, looking like fucking honey…
He left the sweats halfway down and gripped his cock, squeezing it, pushing more precum out, "Superbitch thirsty?"
I nodded, tongue already out.
"Come give Tommy a little kiss…"
I leaned up and lovingly licked his head, capturing the precum and moaning despite myself as I tasted him. His head filled my mouth as I suckled on him like a lost calf, I felt his hand move through my hair, pulling me in closer. It was so gentle a movement, so intimate I rolled my tongue around his faster, desperate to give him pleasure.
"Yeah, work Tommy's cock…make him feel good," he crooned, "Gonna make you feel real nice…"
I held on to his firm ass as he got harder in my mouth, I felt him fill my mouth and keep going, he hit the back of my throat and I tried to pull back, but the tenderness of his hand in my hair turned savage as he held me in place and I began to gag.
"No quitters here," he growled, "You take some of Tommy, you take all of Tommy."
My hands beat at his ass as he forced more and more down my throat, I was choking, my air was cut off as I felt him force his way down my throat. I was frantic now, but it was no use, that cock was lodged and wasn't coming out until he said so.
"Come on cunt," he said, shoving me down harder, "Take Tommy's cock…swallow that dick…"
Spots were in my eyes now as the world began to tilt…he was so fucking big…how…how could I…
"Come on…" he said, shoving more and more down my throat, "Earn Tommy's love…"
The world was a pinprick as I felt myself close to passing out…my throat was burning as I heard his voice from very far away…and then something gave, and I felt his cock actually move past the back my throat…
"Fuck yeah!" he roared as he began to pump his cock down my throat. I just laid there, stunned, like a rag doll as he used me as a hole for his fucking horse dick. I could feel my abused throat screaming as he made me deep throat him, my limbs flailing around uselessly.
"Supercunt has a good throat…grips Tommy's cock nicely…you like that bitch? You like it?"
I couldn't answer, I could just lay there with that meat sliding in and out…I made a whimpering sound as tears rolled down my face but that was about it.
He sped up and I held on for dear life, gaging and choking the whole time. He was grunting and I knew he was close…but then so was I. My cock was rock hard, and I could feel it dripping in my underwear as he abused me. Even half-conscious I was so turned on I was ready to shoot…but like with Donnie…I couldn't cum until he did.
My head was slapping against his crotch now as he pulled me off his cock and then thrust into me, his balls hitting my throat as precum drained down my throat. I thought he was going to shoot when he pushed me off him, I slid across the floor limp, drool smearing the everywhere from my mouth,
"Fucking greedy slut!" he roared, "Trying to drain Tommy's nuts! Bad dog! BAD!"
Even half-awake I cowered from him, my fucked up brain flooding me with fear because I had failed him…failed myself.
"Tommy doesn't waste his seed in mouths," he said, picking me up like a trash bag and bring my face next to his, "Tommy likes wet pussy."
I let out a small moan as he threw me face down on the cot and ripped my underwear off. I felt his thick finger pull my cheeks apart and closed my eyes in shame. "Oh lookie Superboy has a tiny, little cunt…" he said, his thick, finger pushing at my hole, "Come on baby, let Tommy in…"
I let out a cry as I felt him push into me, stretching my hole open with no mercy. He slapped my ass in response, "Man up bitch…if you gonna whine this much from Tommy's finger his hog gonna make you scream bloody murder."
"I-I'm sorry…" I sobbed as he went deeper and deeper…God why did the pain feel good?
"Come on baby…open up for Tommy…"
I tried to relax but his fingers were so fucking big…how was I going to take his cock?
"Superboy has a nice pussy…" he said adding a second finger, making me scream out in agony, "Gonna stretch this out nice."
"Oh god…please…" I begged, trying to squirm away from him, but he was having none of that.
"Where you going boy?" he asked, grabbing my shoulder and pulling me back on his fingers.
"FUCK!" I screamed, feeling my hole try to accommodate his fingers and failing.
"That's it, come on Superboy…push back on Tommy's fingers…"
I was sobbing as I did as he said, slowly pushing back onto his hand, feeling the sparks of pain move up my ass with each move. I am literally crying as I rock back onto his fingers, fucking myself on them willingly. Hating myself as I did it.
"If Tommy knew you were so sweet on him he would have done this to you long time ago," he said rubbing my ass cheek like I he was calming a startled horse. "Tommy gonna take good care of you tonight…you never gonna be the same…"
"Thank you sir…" I hear myself say and moan in shame as I push back harder, really picking up steam as I fingerfuck myself.
His fingers pop out of my abused hole, and I look behind me in panic, sacred I had disappointed him. Instead, I see he has sat up against the cell wall, legs spread, cock in his hand and he stroked it. I look and marvel, his cock reaches past his bellybutton and is as thick as a forearm…it is just…beautiful. I can't look away from it as he laughs at the look on my face.
"Tommy loves that look on people's face…when they see a real man's cock and want to worship it. You want this Superbitch? You want Tommy's cock?"
I nod, not caring anymore, my own dick feeling tiny next to this beast.
"Climb that super pussy up here and show Tommy…come and pray at the altar of Tommy's cock."
I slowly moved and climbed up onto his lap, the whole time knowing this was wrong, completely wrong. What if someone came in? What if I got caught? What could I say? What could I do about it? But even that shame did nothing as I moved onto his lap and reached back to grab that donkey dick with my hand and line it up to my weeping hole.
"That's it," he said softly, "Show Tommy what you want."
As his cock pried my hole open, I knew exactly what I wanted. Once in place I let go, held on to his massive shoulders and slowly let myself sink down on his shaft. My head flew back as I whimpered, feeling my hole stretch around him and scream in protest. His hands held my waist as I sank lower and lower…the pain was insane, but it was all pleasure as I debased myself on his dick.
"TOMMY! OH GOD!" I screamed out as I felt my ass warp around the telephone pole that he called his cock. I was halfway down, and I had never felt so fucking wrecked before. It was like nothing I had felt, just massive, touching me in places that no cock had. I was panting as I kept going, I could feel myself break out in a sweat as more and more was pushed into me,
"Oh you look so pretty," he said with a grin, "Superboy riding Tommy's cock…you like that bitch? You like Tommy's cock?"
My mouth just blurted out on its own, "Oh god Tommy, I love it! I love your cock! Please…oh please fuck me…oh god…." I was sobbing as my brain burned inside my head.
"You wanna be Tommy's good girl? You gonna give up that supercunt?"
I nodded, "Please Tommy! I wanna be your girl! Fuck my supercunt, wreck my pussy…please…oh god more…"
His hands gripped tight, and he slammed me down onto him completely and I lost it. My eyes flew open as I let out an aborted scream, feeling his entire cock in me, pulsing, claiming my pussy, ruining my hole completely.
"YOU TOMMY'S GIRL NOW!" he roared as he pulled me a few inches up and let me slide down his length again.
"Oh god…" I moaned, feeling his cock enter me again, my hole fluttering around his size as it destroyed my cunt. He pulled me up again and I could feel his cockhead brush my bitch button and I pushed back onto it and slammed myself down on it. I didn't wait for him, I pulled myself up, arching my back so I could hit that spot again and then force myself down harder, speeding up each time…
"Oh look at her go," he said grabbing a hunk of my hair and pulling my head back, "Look at my girl fuck herself on Tommy's cock!"
He leaned in and bit the side of my neck as I fucked myself on him, his teeth tore into my neck and I wrapped my hands around his head, pushing him into me deeper, crying out as I slammed my cunt down harder and harder as I begged him for more.
"TOMMY! PLEASE! FUCK ME HARDER!! FUCK MY PUSSY!"
He was slamming me down as hard as he could now, flashes of light dancing across my vision as I felt myself just surrender to him. I was his hole, his cocksleeve…I was nothing but something for him to fuck and I was so happy…so fucking happy…
"Maybe you go with Tommy?" he said, slamming me down like a bitch, "Maybe you come back to Belle Reeve and Tommy fuck you like this every night? Huh Supercunt? You wanna be Tommy's prison bitch? Maybe I trade you out for some smokes? You get used every night?"
"YES! FUCK YES!" I screamed, imagining it, every night in his small cell, legs up as he plowed into me. The other inmates screaming as they watched Superboy get raped. The line outside the cell as the fucking thugs I put in there take their turns riding my muscled ass, shooting their loads into my abused pussy. And Tommy watching the whole time, smiling, waiting, if I did good then he would fuck me, my reward as a good dog…as his bitch…always fucked…always owned…always…
"Happy?"
A voice asked and I looked to my right and saw Donnie.
"You're happy?" he asked, no emotion in his voice.
My eyes flew open, and I was in the medbay. The only sound was my ragged breathing and the beeping of the monitors. I looked over, it was 3 in the morning, it had been a dream…
I collapsed back onto the bed and tried to get myself settled, it was a dream…just a dream, nothing else.
But what woke me up then?
And then I heard it…Tommy's voice from far away…calling my name.
In a panic I break out of the medtable, rush upstairs, grab Donnie's jacket, put on my clothes and leave. I could be in Smallville by 5 if I pushed it, which still wasn't far enough away from Tommy if I was being honest.
Oh my god…what the fuck had I become?
Bakersfield Airport 3:23am
The two planes couldn't have been more different.
One was Boeing C-17 military transport, modified of course. This plane didn't officially exist, if you were to run the ID on the tail it would come back as belonging to the Air Force out of the USAF Academy airfield in Colorado. Everything would say it was supposed to be there and not one red flag would ever be raised. But if one was to check, an exact duplicate of this place was safely parked in Colorado, minus the modifications of course.
The other plane was a custom Airbus A400 made especially for Lex Luthor. It was a one-of-a-kind plane that hid more secrets than the Boeing did while looking far more stylish doing it. No record of this plane was kept, where it flew and how fast it flew there was kept off most books with a hefty bribe and a heftier threat.
Nether plane was here tonight according to records and that was how the owners of the planes wanted it.
Amanda Waller stood out in the night and waited; she wasn't used to waiting but Lex Luthor was one of the few men she would wait for. His people were unloading their package while hers was still safely on the Boeing. She may wait for Lex, but she didn't trust him. His men rolled over a tube and placed it across from her as Lex made his was across the runway.
"Amanda! You look ravishing." He said smiling.
"Lex, you look like Fred Mertz."
His smile vanished, "You have what I asked for?"
She looked at the tube, "Do you?"
He gestured for her to examine it, she walked over and typed a few commands into the terminal, the window lit up showing the slumbering occupant inside. She smiled and pulled out her radio, "Bring him out."
The Boeing's rear door dropped down, and a similar tube was wheeled out and brought to Lex. He was about to examine it when a purple hand slammed at the glass and a muffled voice, "Fucking kill you!!"
"Ah Mr. Jones," Lex remarked, "Eloquent as ever." He looked at his people, "Load him in."
They led the tube into Lex's jet, "So we're done?"
"His command words," she said flatly.
He sighed and handed her a datapad, "Good luck, he wouldn't respond to me at all."
She took the tablet and examined it quickly, "Oh I don't know," she said looking at the boy in the tube, "I think Match here just needs the proper motivation." She looked at her men, "Load him up, nice doing business with you Lex."
He nodded, "How long before anyone knows he is gone," he asked, gesturing to his tube.
"Psimon implanted post hypnotic suggestions to everyone at facility, unless someone opens the tube we left, STAR Labs will think Parasite is still under lock and key."
Lex smiled, "See, what's why I like doing business with you Amanda, even if you give off a certain Shirley Hemphill vibe."
Amanda scowled as he walked away, "Have fun with whatever you're going to use him for."
"Oh, I plan to Daddy Warbucks," she said under her breath, "I plan to."