Damian was asking to be punched.

Bruce figured it was time to introduce the poorly orphaned cousin of his son, that he had opened his home to. My scars hidden behind a glamour, the red of my pupils covered in dull brown contacts, something about magic and eyes didn't mix well, according to Kent.

I had to hand it to Bruce, the man had thick skin, it played out exactly how he wanted it to.

The media for the most part treated me how they treated Dick, a lowly orphan given a opportunity that most would never receive, but Bruce got a fair amount of heat, some people praised the man for his generosity and empathy, while a large group, vilified him and believed the act was some sort of penance.

Still when Bruce broached the subject I was fine with it at first, but the Damian opened his mouth, and I've had the urge to throttle my cousin.

'Why doesn't Ammon join us at tonights gala?'

I had tried to dig my feet in, and state someone had to do the patrol for the night.

'The stray and Brown can do it, and call for us when they're over their heads.'

I was tempted to let go of Steph when she jumped at the pest, me and Steph being very protective of Cassandra, his comments were grating on our nerves, I had to remind us that he was a 9 year old, a supremely smart and talented 9 year old, but he lacked any maturity or social awareness of his actions of being a little tosser.

Now in a form fitting monkey-suit, I watched as Bruce and Damian worked like a circuit as they schmoozed the guests and 'elite of Gotham. My cousin every now and then was sending a gravelly smile.

"Little shit is asking to be punted." A distinctively American accent stated, and I let out a snort.

"Jaina Hudson." I turned my gaze away from cousin and faced the woman, she was older than me, probably about Dick or Babs age. Her skin was fair, a hint of brown though not much compared to me, and striking green eyes, and long black hair. Her toned legs were on display as her dress stopped at the end of her thighs.

I was reminded not to stare by a voice that sounded like Steph, telling me girls always knew when a guy was checking them out. Yeah I hit my head into a wall when I clocked that meant Pamela had probably caught me doing it to her also.

I pointed with both fingers and clicked like an awkward beast that I am, "So this is your shindig?"

She gave me a chuckle that seemed a little too practised, "Tonight aim is to raise money for the homeless that were affected by the Karachi floods."

"A noble goal if there ever was one." I shrugged and grabbed the chow a waiter passed by with, "But do you think anyone here will care, or better yet do you think anyone here will even know Karachi is even a place that exist beyond their scope."

She raised an eyebrow, and her fake smile fell away, "No." She shrugged in return, it was an gawky thing to see from a woman who's posture was trained to be perfect at all times, "So I'll milk them as much as I can." She gave a sly grin just the corners of her lips rose up, and despite it looking a bit too devious it seemed far more real then the one she approached me with, "You think your new dad will be game."

I let out a throaty laugh which I quickly covered, "Please don't call him that." It felt weird. Dad to me was an alcoholic arse-hat that didn't give much of a fuck about anyone who shared his blood. Bruce is a jaded wanker, but he cares, he's done more for me than anyone who shares my blood, that list of accomplishments wasn't long but still, "But yeah, he would care. Hit him up. Plus you're hot, so you're his type."

A laugh, a bit unsteady but honest, "Cute and earnest." She swaggered off with a slight sway to her, "That's my type." She said over her shoulder.

"That's nice…I guess." Wonder why she's telling me.

I didn't jump in place when I suddenly noticed Damian was standing next to me, I was 'trained' beyond that. He was staring blankly at me, "…"

"What?"

"You're an idiot."


Uptown Gotham - Coffee Shop - A Couple Days Later

Me and Steph were on a coffee run, really it was an excuse to get out of the manor, seeing how Cass had lessons with Babs, and Damian was lingering around the manor off school.

I was dressed in my casual clothes, I felt at ease when I was wearing jeans. The pockets, the comfortability, the give.

"Ammon, right."

The shape of her butt accented.

"Jaina." I greeted her and hoped the blood rushing to my face wasn't noticeable, going by Steph's snort, it was.

I raised a hand up, I slowly pushed Steph's head away, causing the girl to bat my hand away.

"You two seem pretty cute." Jaina commented off-handedly as she took a sip of her paper cup.

"I'm going to puke."

"Gag me."

"Touched a nerve. I suppose." Jaina looked further amused.

"It's Steph."/"It's Ammon."

"She's got an ego for three."

"He's a moron."

"So why are you hanging out with each other."

I shrugged my shoulders, "She's my bestfriend."

"Ditto."

We fist bumped without looking at each other.

Jaina lips quirked once again, "So he's a moron? By that, do you mean he's dense right?"

"Oh for sure."

"What? No I'm not." Steph ignored me and rolled her eyes, a smile gracing her face that I dreaded.

"He gets hit on and doesn't even notice."

"No I don't."

"Ammon how many girls do you think get lost in Gotham?" I opened my mouth to answer but she waved me off, "Shh. You're getting a date."

"What?"

Steph turned to the mixed raced woman who was out of my league and older, "You're interested in Ammon, right?"

"Yeah, but if we go on a date, it would just be him right. You seem nice and all but I kinda dig his whole cute, honest, oblivious thing."

"I tell you what." Steph got off her seat and shuffled it towards Jaina, "Go for one now." Steph smirked at me, all the while I glared.

"Don't let the clothes fool you. He's got a rocking bod."

"All of my hate, Steph." I called out to her which was ignored.

Jaina sat at the now free seat, her eyes lingering on the blonde who had left, "Seems like a good friendship, though should I question how she knows you've got a, 'rocking bod'?"

I rolled my eyes at the thought, "Oh you don't have special naked time with your friends?"

She choked on her drink at my reply, "You… you're kidding." A soft smile graced her lips, "So bit of a racy humour, I can work with that." She batted her eyes at me.

"Oh no." I tried to wave it off, "That's the extent."

This was nice, Jaina was cute… hot, but I getting this weird feeling I'm forgetting something, gods its going to be crime related because this is Gotham, but for now, I'm just going to enjoy this moment.


Wayne Manor

Cass looked up from the children's illustration book when she sensed I was near, the barest of twitch was the closest anyone got as a reaction from her, but I could tell she was beaming in her way when she spotted me.

"Hey Cass." I sat down next to her and stretched my legs on the footstool in front of me, "How goes the lessons with Babs?" Logic says she doesn't understand me, or anyone really, but that wasn't true, Cass is a survivor. We were cut from the same cloth. I understand her better than anyone and vice-a-versa.

A frown, 'Not good.' Frustration leaked off her.

I reached over and placed a hand on hers, the surgery scars on mine blended in with the battle scars of hers. I gave it a small squeeze, "You'll get it Cass. You're amazing."

She turned her hand so our palms were touching and she squeezed them together in two beats before pulling away.

'Where were you? Stephanie did not say.'

I rolled my eyes at the mention of the blond, "Of course she didn't. I was on a date, sort of."

'Date?'

"Date?" Babs asked as she wheeled in, a massive grin on her face, similar to Steph's earlier one, "Details, now."

"Why Miss Gordon, who knew you were such a gossip?" I said in a mock voice.

"Everyone." Alfred's head poked in through the doorway, "Now stop deflecting and get on with it."

"He's right, get on with it." Bruce's head was on the opposite side of the doorway.

"Really man? You too?"

"Yeah." He said unabashedly, he flicked his fingers back and forth motioning for me to spill.

"Where's Dick? In the rafters?"

"No, but I'll tell him later." Alfred said with narrowed eyes.

I let out a sigh, "It wasn't anything worth mentioning really, we ran into Jaina Hudson, and it turned into Steph bailing as Jaina and I had a coffee date."

"Ah coffee date. Smart, lowky." Bruce said.

"Like you know what lowky is?" I let out a scoff.

"Miss Jaina Hudson." Alfred hummed, " A tad bit older than you."

I shrugged in response, "It was hardly a date," I admitted, "we talked, we drank coffee, that's about it."

"Are you going for another one with her?" Babs grin was still plastered on her face.

"Yes. We talked about going on another one."

Cass got my attention as she tugged on my hand, 'What's a date?'

"A date is where two people, hang out and do stuff." I finished lamely and Bruce let out a snort, "Shut up Bruce. You explain it then... Actually you'd better not."

"I'll explain it to Cassandra." Babs huffed, "Knowing your history," She pointed at Bruce and then turned her finger at me, "and with how clueless you are, poor girl will only get the wrong idea."

"How do I have this rep?" I whined.

Whatever the man was going to say was interrupted as we heard the familiar chime of the Batcomputer signalling us.

Sans Alfred and Cass, we checked out devices linked to the computer and I groaned as I saw a series of alerts ping, "Fuck me."

"Language."


Gotham City - A Mile of the Coast

Gotham fucking City, when shit hits the fan, it's a spectacular sight of carnage.

Arkham Asylum was dealing with a prison break, 65 men went in to control it and reports were coming through that it was going bad.

It being the asylum, Batman should've gone with back up, but Gotham needed us more than the Bat.

Robin was dealing with the Ventriloquist. Nightwing got Victor Zsasz. Orphan got the KGBeast. Steph got Clock King. And me, I was on Slade Wilson's trail.

But something else was at play. The villains were all stronger than they ever were. Like ripped beyond belief. A kin to something like Bane.

I had pointed it out, and everyone agreed it was probably him behind whatever tonight it, but seeing Gotham likes to throw fast ones, we couldn't rule anything or one out till we got the complete facts.

The one eyed man glared menacingly, as he completely disregarded me as a threat, jumping down from the treetop where he was standing on, his hulking muscles were tight pressed against his armour. Its almost like they didn't fit him.

This man was the Terminator, he wouldn't, shouldn't be in gear that wasn't suited for him. Just from the brief moment he dropped to the ground I could tell he was moving slightly off-kilter, like he was getting used to new found strength.

He was on something also. I would've thought him to be then less than lucid, but the fact he showed a modicum of restraint was throwing roid rage out the window.

He paced, "A green boy. Batman, the brat Nightwing. No they instead send a green-" His guard dropped for a moment, not a opening most people could've spotted, nor taken advantage off. This was Slade Wilson, and I wasn't going to take him with anything less than my best.

I rushed forward, my demon blade in a reverse grip and pressed against his neck, to quote my favourite badass, Orphan, "Pathetic."

He didn't move an inch, the tip of my blade cut through his padding in his neck, with a simple graze.

"Slade Wilson. Quite the ego." His one eye glared at me, "You think you're worth the Batman and Nightwings attention, no, we both know that's BS, hence why you've juiced yourself up."

"Nice try kid." Was the soft mumble as he slowly talked not wanting to risk the blade to further sink into him, "Think I'll start attacking in blind fury."

I quickly arched back in time to avoid a sword slash aimed at my neck. I raised a leg up and kick Slade in the chest, throwing him back with a grunt escaping him as he was pushed against a tree. At the awkward angle I was in, I quickly backed away with a series and cartwheels, each one was timed to avoid the serrated steel wielded by the silver haired girl.

As she continued her thrusts and slashes her footing eventually messed up and taking advantage of it, I lashed out leg, my shin slamming against her armoured stomach.

She backed away as she clutched her stomach, allowing me to stand straight and keep an eye on the Terminator.

He approached with a sword drawn. My blade out to match his steel if need be.

We traded blows back and forth. Every now and then his daughter, attacked when she thought my guard was down. The man didn't look best pleased with her interference but he didn't voice it. The fight was going on for about five minutes, the man was good, I could see why like the likes of Batman had trouble with him.

The drugs whatever they were didn't slow his mind but his movements were sluggish, the expense of speed did him o favours when it came to me.

What good was strength if you couldn't touch me.

It just makes me wonder how unfair I really am.

Oh well food for thought later.

"Roided and brought back up." I teased, "You really were anticipating a loss weren't you?"

He rushed at me with an angry snarl, I blocked his sword strike with my demon blade, the curve of the blade scrapped against his steel, and drove down to his fingers. I said I'd give him my best, and that's what I'll do.

Still I had to withhold a wince as my blade cut through two of his fingers, he pulled back clutching at the bleeding hand, the girl was quick to engage me with a sword while her dad was injured.

"Really?" I huffed, "Next time though, bring a blade with a cross-guard."

"There won't be a next time!" She roared as she swung wildly, I pulled my shoulder to the side to dodged the strike. I was quick to slam a fist to her right ribcage, it was a vicious punch that caused her to drop the blade. I sparten kicked her away.

As she fell on her back I slammed a foot on her face, applying a decent amount of pressure, I faced the Terminator and glared at the man who had a gun trained on me.

"Talk, or I crush her jaw."

His blood dripped down his hands, his fingers in the grass.

"I thought the Bat's were soft." He grumbled.

"I'm the fucking Freak." I spat back, "I don't give a shit about people like you."

I won't kill you, but I'll ruin your lives.

He pulled the trigger, but I was already on it and threw my version of the batarang into the barrel of the gun. The piece exploded in a misfire.

His other hand was a bloody mess as the metal gloved hand was scorched. In one movement I slammed a knee into the younger Wilson's head knocking her struggling form out, before rushing to the senior in a crouched haste, a hand to grip his neck, a right hook to the side of his jaw. I then let go of my hold to him, twisting my body to follow through with a drive, I slammed my left jab into his armoured head, he was lurched back against another tree.

Wood splinters exploded out from his impact, his own two toned helmet of orange and black was cracked in the centre.

"Oracle." I tapped my comms, "I've dealt with Wilson and his backup. I'm going to head to the…" I muted my comms as I felt someone else lingering nearby.

A white haired woman, dressed in a 'bunny' outfit sat in the tree top, her panties stretched across, the white corset left little to the imagination. She winked copiously.

"Catch me if you can." She giggled, it sounded a lot like Jaina's.

For fuck sake. I knew the name was familiar, White Rabbit.

Bad enough Jaina was hot, White Rabbit was a total smoke show, and she could split into two separate beings… Bad thoughts, stop crime, then cry about my catastrophic social life.

I gave chase and was impressed by her stamina, she was toying with me, as she leapt about, dodging and weaving through the tree lines.

We hit the coast line, the smell of the sea amongst the foliage was nice, the light house was lit and circling around, nothing out of the norm there, but it felt like a trap.

"Enough Rabbit!"

"Anything you say, Dark and Mysterious." White Rabbit hopped up onto a rock and stood beside a crouching Scarecrow.

"The Freak." The man groaned, "We were waiting for the Batman."

"Looks like someone else has his attention."

"Perhaps." Scarecrow seemed less disrupted by it then I thought. He got ready to clearly pounce and inject me with his fear toxin, but unless he's got the drop on me, who wouldn't get close.

Yet I must have tempted fate.

As when the man leapt, and log was thrown at me, quickly dodging both the wood and the man was tricky enough, yet the log that had sailed past me stopped midair and looped back but not at me, but White Rabbit.

"Move dumbass." I jumped up at the rock she was standing on and barged her out of the way, and taking the hit, I stumbled back and hit the ground, Scarecrow taking his chance, injected me with the toxin, the dose seemed bigger than what he usually dished out, or perhaps I just wasn't seeing things clearly now that I was on the other side of the needle for once.

The White Rabbit ran from sight.

I tried to pull out my demon half to burn through the toxin, but I couldn't, I was feeling sluggish, which didn't make any sense. I wasn't affected by pain killers.

"Your other half is called upon you rage, it requires an erratic heart beat. It requires you to be a in flight or fight mode." One's voice swarmed out his ugly container, a smirk on the grey coloured face, "Hello brother."

Scarecrow leaned down to once again hit me with his modified toxic, but not wanting to deal with the wanker any more, I punched up and hit him in the balls. "Ouch." One said with a cocky look on his face. I grabbed Crane's head and slammed it against the ground.

"Animal tranquillizer?" My vision flickered, the blood rushing to my head was pounding.

"Elephant." He answered, "Crane made it work. Crafty little human he is. Though he did push back and say it would be pointless to use it on you instead of the Batman," He shrugged, "but I strong armed him and he relented when Bane vouched you were not to be taken lightly."

"So Bane is behind this."

"He's probably dealing with your mentor now. Is it mentor, or dad?" One mocked.

"I gotta ask why haven't you told anyone, about it-"

"Because," The smile he gave was a demented one, "it's all mine. Two." He spat the tag out like it offended him, "You took it from me, you took it-"

"Are you honestly monologuing?" He opened his mouth but I cut him off once again, "Shut the fuck up One." I shakingly got to my feet.

The blackened sky was turning orange, as if the world was on fire. His already monstrous visage was turning even more so.

"Well at least you'll die on your feet." One mocked.


Pamela Isley's POV

She should have known better.

Its always been solo gigs for her. Sure she's a villain of the super variety, but wanton death was never her MO, it was inevitable part in her goals but yeah she wasn't a mindless creature like Joker, she wasn't thrill seeker like Bane, and she wasn't a fear monger like Scarecrow.

She was approached by Crane about her expertise being needed and in return she would be gifted the rare plant that Crane got his hands on for his new variant of fear toxin. And she said no. She didn't work with others, it never panned well for her, no matter how tantalizing the prize was.

Yet Harley convinced her to help. The woman had a hold on her that she really wished she didn't. She was into her, but Harley was into the Joker and would always be. No more. She couldn't keep bending over backwards for the blonde. Where was the blond when she was needed to dig Pamela out of the hole she was convinced to jump into.

Things needed to change, as soon as she got out of this fucking glass prison. A new leaf what you have.

A body was thrown into the room. A familiar looking one, apart from the fact he's never looked so beaten before.

Lashes littered across his body, his utility belt was gone, his mask was cracked, revealing a young face marred with scars. Not an unattractive face but what certainly caught my eyes were his dilated red pupils.

"Shit." I banged against the glass, "Freak. Listen to me, whatever you're seeing isn't real. You've got to trust me. Please."

"Pam…" His voice was strained.

"Yeah its me. Come on you tough little bastard."

"I am a failure. A monster."

Oh for fuck sake, "No. No pity parties, I do not want to hear it from you." Freak is a cape, but somehow, some way he grew on me, to the point where I'd gladly call him friend, but what made it hard to be his friend was the self hatred he seemed to dump on himself. It was usually a small comment here and there, but on the fear toxin.

"If you're a monster, so what? You're literally one of the best people in this cesspool of a city. And weren't you the one who said you only fail if you give up? So get the fuck up." Well he did say that, when he was referring to Harley and me. God what has my life come to, that I go to a cape, my cape friend about my crappy love-life?

"Pam." His voice wasn't as rough as before, but his eyes were still an indicator that he wasn't alright. Suddenly an uprooted tree came from the hole he was thrown through and it hit Freak.

The young man grunted as he was slammed against the wall and tumbled to the ground.

Freak the uncompromising goof who befriended me simply because he didn't see me as an enemy, got up, his battered body was pushing him to the limit. His mind must have been torturing itself.

"Its funny when you think about it." The man who managed to trap me walked in, a hideous looking being, with his brain on view behind a glass dome of sorts. He looked a little worn out, looks like even if Freak was pushing himself to stay standing he was planning on going down swinging.

The man kept his attention on Freak.

He lifted the tree with telekinesis, he then twirled it around and stripped the branches and bark, till a massive stake took its place.

"I was with you at the beginning. Yet you rejected me. You wanted a family." Freak's body shook as he edged closer to the man in small shuffles. The blade he always had around, was held unsteadily in his hand.

"I am your brother." What? Later…

"You're a demented fuck." Freak spat with a small amount lucidly, "But most of all you're a moron."

"Excuse me?" Seems like Freak touched a nerve.

"You dumb fuck. You have Pam here."

I let out a chuckle as Freak already caught on.

However the other didn't catch on till I used the roots of the trees to break me out of the glass prison, and also ensnare the man. Tightly wrapping around the man and squeezing him.

Freak leapt forward, and plunged the blade into the man's neck. It was a fatal blow, slow bleeding, but he wasn't going to get help in time.

Freak fell to his knees as I dropped the my hold of the body.

"I… I killed him." He rubbed his eyes and when I walked over and knelt beside him slinging an arm over his shoulder he looked at me, his eyes told he was still feeling the toxin, but the pleading in them, the raw innocence that I lost so long ago begged out to me, "Pam please, please tell me. Tell me that this is the toxin."

I looked away from the young man and gazed down at the fucker who was choking on his blood. "No you didn't. You just wounded him." I forced him to face me, my hands pulled off the broken part of his mask off, and I cupped his face, he looked so young, so precious, he deserved a better friend than me, "You just wounded him." My roots wrapped around the man's head, and like loathsome bubble wrap, his head popped under the pressure, "I killed him."

"Pam, I…"

"The toxin. Is still in you, Freak."

"Two, call me Two." His head dropped, he was fighting to stay awake but the immediate threat taken care of his epinephrin, the part of the adrenaline that focused on the flight-fight instincts was drained by now.

"Shh." I hushed him, and I bit my lip drawing blood, I pushed his head up and closed the already small distances between us even further, his soft lips met mine, and I snaked my tongue into his mouth, and I pumped my refined poison into him. My blood should act like a catalyst and negate the toxin.

When I pulled back his head dropped forward, and I caught it in time, "Come on, let's get out of here." With the help of the tree that claimed the life of Freak's supposed brother, I managed to get us out of the lighthouse that was my prison for the last couple of days.

Setting the place on fire was easy enough. The architecture of Gotham buildings were shoddy at best, fire hazards galore. Hopefully it would keep Batman away from me for long enough.

"Now what?"

Freak's Baby appeared, and I glared at the infernal machine. The view on top of it was nice, I get why Freak loved riding the thing, but I swear its like the machine was glaring at me any time I looked its way.

"You better not drop me." Its revving didn't do anything to alleviate my fear.


Ammon's POV - Pamela's Home - Two Days Later

I stared up at the familiar looking skylight and relished the feeling of sunlight beaming down on me.

My body for the most part was okay, but damn it all I wanted it to feel like shit, just so I wouldn't be focused on One.

No use laying in this comfy bed and torturing myself. I can be proactive and torture myself instead.

Though as the sheet dropped off my body I noticed I was only in my underpants, though they were more like protective shorts. A few bandages were wrapped around various parts of my body.

I looked around and noticed my gear was on a table nearby. Walking over to it, I spotted the deactivated comms device. I felt a sense of dread when I turned it on, and saw a good number of messages and calls.

Alfred, Babs, Steph, Damian, Bruce, Dick, hell even Tim and Jason also tried reaching out to me. I understood why when I noticed the date, I've been out two whole days.

Dropping Steph a message followed by the code word to assure her that I was okay and would be back at the manor at the end of the day, was all that I could bare to type out, before deactivating the thing.

Hopefully Bruce would give me till the end of the day before he tracked the brief ping of the message. My main tracker was in the belt that One had disarmed.

I reached my demon blade and walked out of the bedroom.

Greeted by the sight of Pamela sitting on a stool with a steaming mug of coffee in front of her, dressed in rather casual clothes, a short dark green top, and black shorts that would be classed as booty shorts that hugged her rear just right… Depressing torturous thoughts, or horny thoughts?

Stop staring.

She spotted and greeted me with a relived smile, she really is gorgeous.

Pam got off the stool and walked over to me, I closed the distance also, "Freak, damn am I-"

I brought her into a hug, she tensed for a moment and I was going to pull back thinking I crossed the line, but then her arms wrapped around my neck and she further buried my head into her crook of shoulder.

I melded into the heat the woman provided, but all good things come to an end and eventually we pulled away from each other, Pam led me to the stool she was sitting on and she poured me a cup before hopping onto the bar, I placed my demon blade on the surface.

But before I could enjoy the bitter drink, I helped myself with some food and water, I may not have needed as much as most normal humans to stay active, but the extra energy it gave me, was already fighting off the raggedness I was feeling.

"Freak…" She said after I finished the toast.

"Pam, I told you, call me Two." I gave her a hallow smile.

"Two?" She arched an eyebrow, "As in the number."

"Yep, Subject Two." I nursed the coffee and hoped it covered the morning breath I could smell of me, coffee smell was better than that two day mess.

"He called you brother," I let out a wince at her soft words.

"Subject One."

"Shit Fre… Two."

"I killed him."

"No you didn't." Pam said with ease, "No you didn't. I killed him. I popped his fucking head."

I tried to give her a soft smile but it came out as a grimace, "Pam, I pretty much killed him. You only ended his suffering because of me."

Pam let out a scoff, "Don't flatter yourself, I was going to kill that fucker anyway. You just wounded him that's all. Slowed him down, weakened him, whatever, I stole your cape glory of taking him in. " She said with a false smirk as she took a sip of her coffee. It was a hollow sentiment, but yet she wasn't going to relent.

"I don't deserve a friend a like you."

For a moment her face fell, but she masked it quickly with a haughty smile, "Yes, you're pretty lucky to have a friend like me. I am dazzling." She pumped her hair for effect, and it honestly made me laugh, I don't know what that was but whatever, I liked it.

"So I gotta ask, what's up with the blade of yours?" She pointed at the mysterious demon steel laid on her bar, "Were you expecting to fight your way out," Her eyes then trailed up and down my body and I felt just a slight unease, but for the most part pride as I'm sure she bit her bottom lip, "In your underwear." She cocked her head to the side, "I mean I'm not complaining. Its quite the sight."

"Hey, says the perv who undressed me." I reminded her good naturedly, and reached for my blade.

"Please, when I first stripped you I was worried you were going to die initially. Then I saw some of the worst wounds heal up."

"Yeah," Carefully I cut through the bandages, and rolled them up and threw them at the bin nearby, "I heal fast." I spread the skin on my thigh, One must have accumulated to his powers pretty damn well, carving through the landscape and weaponizing the things around him, "Though its going to leave scars. Well more scars." One pushed me beyond my limit.

"Chicks dig scars." Pam reached forward and placed a hand on my thigh where the nasty scar laid, giving me an over the top wink.

"Ah yes, the famous seductress Poison Ivy rears her head, however will I resist?"

Lingering in the moment we both let out a short laugh, and yet when it passed her hand was still on my thigh.

I don't even remember moving my hand to her chin. I don't remember moving my head up till I was mere inches away from her lips.

"We… probably shouldn't." Pam mumbled softly, but she didn't move away.

"Its a bad idea for sure." I agreed, yet I didn't back away.

"Fuck it, new leaf." She whispered before closing the distance.

*Short Lemon*

Her tongue invaded my mouth, as she wrapped her hands around my neck and pulled herself forward. Her legs on either side of me as she sat on my lap.

We pulled our lips away as our foreheads were pressed against each other.

"Two, listen you don't…"

Whatever out she was giving me died in her throat as I reached forward, and laid a trail of kisses on her neck before finding a sensitive spot and sucked on it.

I pulled back and saw she was biting her bottom lip, "You were saying." Was I smirking? I'm thinking the hard look she was giving me was because of the smirk.

She then leaned back and rolled the short tee over her head and revealed her full breasts, seems like it was her turn to be smug, as she placed two fingers under my chin and closed my hanging mouth, "I'm a guy, even if you weren't gorgeous beyond belief, its still tits." I huffed.

"Whatever." She played off my words, but there was a hint of an honest smile on her face, she reached for my hand and brought it up to her right breast, "Now get that mouth working again." There was no hint of embarrassment as she said those words, if anything she looked eager.

"Yes ma'am." I teased, which got the desired huff from her.

Her nipples were a darker shade of green then the rest of her, but for the most part they acted like their normal counter part, sensitive to the touch, and as I suckled on them, enjoying the taste of her flesh, Pam let out a moan that had almost caused 'lil' me to spring loose out of my boxers.

Something she noticed as she gently pushed me back and hopped onto the bar, her hands then reached forward and fondled the still covered cock, "Seems like someone wants to be free." She uttered huskily in my ear.

"Later."

I pushed back and then scooped my arms under her meaty rear and brought her waist up, "Damn Two." Pam breathed, and leaned back to get comfortable. I peeled her off her shorts, and I took in the sight of her pussy. Like her nipples, the lips were a darker shade of green. I gently lowered her legs on the edge of the bar, and noticed a patch of trimmed red hair above her opening.

"Really, no underwear?"

She tried her best to give me a flat look, but the amusement was clear on her face, "Hey you're the pervert who left my room in nothing but boxers. Honestly seems like you were trying to tease me."

I stared her dead in the eyes, as I ran a finger up alongside her spread legs, her breaths went from normal to heavy as they trailed from the knee, up towards her inner thigh, and then her slit, "Fucking tease."

"Probably." I gave her a lopsided grin to drive the point home.

"Get down there." She commanded with a hungry tone.

While my fingers toyed with her slit, I reached down to her navel and laid a soft kiss on the flat of her stomach, and as I continuously went lower and lower, Pam was playing with her breast, soft moans egging me on.

When my tongue lapped at her snatch, she let out an audible cry for god, bit ironic considering.

"Not quite what I expected, taste wise."

"What did you expect, a fruity flavour?"

"To be perfectly honest, yeah." I cocked my head to the side, remembered what one my pervy friends said in my last life, "Passion fruit was always a favourite of mine."

Pam rolled her eyes, but when she let out a short chuckle, I was more than a little hopefully that his virgin-arse advise wasn't total horse shit.

"Go ahead, and show me your fruit licking ways." She looked far too eager for her teasing to have any real bite to it.

My tongue probe her slit without any further prompting and a wave of citrus flavoured my mouth.

"Oh fucking god!" Pam's hand buried itself into the back of my head, further pushing me down into her, not that I was planning on resurfacing anytime soon.

I don't know how long I was down there. I lost count the times Pam moaned for god or me, but eventually the legs around me tensed and the hand that held my hair release me to grip the underside of the bar, her fingers digging into the wood. Her body shook and a tidal wave of citrus washed into my open mouth.

Pulling back and standing to my full height, I rubbed the back of my mouth to wipe away the remnants of her orgasm that lingered.

Staring at Pam as her chest heaved, she stared at me with a thunderstruck expression.

"This was not going how I thought it would."

"So you've thought about it before today?"

A hardened expression made its way on her face as she got up and stood, she didn't say anything else as she grabbed my hand lead me back to her bedroom.

When we entered she slammed the door shut, and pushed me against it, a soft hand slipped into my boxers. "I can work with this." She pulled down the underwear and took more than a glance at my cock that was hanging free, "Oh, yeah I can. On the bed, now."

We landed on her piece of furniture in a tangled mess of limbs grinding as our mouths explored each others, eventually, I ended up on my back, with Pam sitting on my thighs, a hand holding my cock against her bare flesh, her taut body on display in full glory, the tip kissing her bellybutton.

"Ready, Two."

I let out a deep sigh and leaned my head back, "Beyond ready."

"Look at me." She commanded, "Look at me as we fuck." She leaned forward, an arm laying flat against the soft mattress keeping her propped up, her legs spread wide, and a hand still holding my cock. However the tip was now grazing her lower lips. Her face was a few centimetres from mine, "That's how I imagined you fucking me." Her smirk was equal parts sexy and devilish as she uttered those words in a low whisper, "Well that and the mask, but we can do that one later."

I gulped in anticipation, "Yeah, later. For sure later."

She pressed her face against mine, and she lowered herself onto my cock, the feeling of her pussy wrapping around my length was divine.

"Oh fucking damn." My words caused her to grin in triumph.

"How long do you think you'll last?" Her voice was breathy.

"Not long with the way you feel. It's my first time, but I do recover fast like you learnt."

She seemed conflicted for a moment but her hips continued to rock away,"Good. I've got nowhere to be."

"I've got all day." I grinned back.

Was this a healthy coping mechanism? Nope probably not, but screw good decisions.


A/N - Published: 2023/7/11 - Edit: 2023/07/17

Conflicted on this chapter but really didn't want to give up on it.

Neither Ammon nor Pam are in a good place and so they hooked up, more out needing to latch on to some comfort.

This story did start off as Cass/Ammon, but considering where Cassandra starts off mentally it would not be right if Ammon hooked up with her then, maybe later…

If people have a problem Ammon beating Ravager and Slade as he did, well I doubt I'm going to convince you otherwise, but just to hammer in the point, Slade gave up part of his speed for strength. Though it wasn't stated, but Ravager was green at this point, a threat for sure, but Ammon wasn't playing around with the Wilson pair, not willing to take a chance on the deadly duo.