Capítulo 124: Shocking news
"I hated speedsters," I repeated tiredly, finally reaching a hastily created shelter in a dilapidated five-story building whose walls were painted with green magical gel and provided a safe haven from overly curious latex-suit-loving individuals.
Only thanks to the careful study of abilities on the extracted recordings from surveillance cameras and approximate understanding of the character of the novice hero managed to implement the plan and not even screw up in the process of its implementation. Although a couple of times the idea hung in the balance.
The suppression circle of Taboo magic on the ground was meant to reduce his reaction speed, but it had no effect on Barry, or I just didn't notice the difference: the speed of light, even reduced by a factor of ten, was still a hundred thousand times faster than the speed of sound. The spell of light disorientation that had been launched at his back didn't work either, and I'd say it was destroyed on the way up, destroyed by a miniature lightning bolt in the hero's aura.
After analyzing what had happened, it was clear to me that it was just an effect similar to the one that occurs when two different schools collide. But in this case, the light illusionary weave flew straight into the powerful aura of a metahuman connected to the Speed dimension. So, when I saw the brief flash of lightning, I immediately fired a bullet filled with a strong tranquilizer, thinking that Barry had gone into acceleration, though I should have stealthily retreated, or at least muffled the sound of the shot with another enchantment.
It felt like I'd been kicked in the chest by a horse, and Flash had only pushed me gently, judging by the position of his hands. I felt like I'd been kicked in the chest by a horse, but Flash had only pushed me lightly, judging by the position of my arms.
Fortunately, I assumed that everything would go to the same place, so I made sure to reinforce the Red Hood's outfit with magic runes and set up a self-shooter with another tranquilizer, which should hit the back of the hero who turned in my direction. By the way, the main bet was made on him, because Barry really liked to show off in front of disarmed opponents, freezing after a blow in one place. Though maybe using speedforce puts a lot of strain on his body, and the speedster needs a little respite after the acceleration.
Anyway, the plan worked. The hero collapsed to the ground between his shoulder blades, and I didn't have to waste the scarce gas of the spirit communication potion I'd pumped into the miniature silicone balls.
But the problems didn't end there. No sooner had I gotten to the guy lying there, having destroyed the first bullet with the "fire spit" spell, as well as the focusing runes of the suppression circle, than he started to move sluggishly, too quickly overcoming the effects of the tranquilizer. I had to act quickly, almost to the point of breaking the law.
The first thing I did was cast disorientation charms, but this time they were infused with the maximum amount of mana and some prana, which made them glow in the visible spectrum, successfully overcoming the resistance of the speedster's aura. Then "liquid hypnosis" was used, with an order to never run above the speed of light (of course, not without a loophole with a code phrase), and immediately after that a syringe with the last portion of amnesiac was injected, because there was no telling how long the hypnosis would last, given the too fast metabolism.
The second remedy was quite powerful, putting Barry in a stupor for a full two minutes, during which time I was able to retreat to my prepared position. This precaution was unnecessary. Despite his not quite human nature, the guy was exposed to the effects of the semi-magical liquid and successfully forgot what had happened. Rising from the soggy ground, the aspiring crime fighter complained about the disgusting weather and his inattention, and strode back to his superhero lair as if nothing had happened.
What happened next was elementary: remotely destroy the surveillance camera along with the self-shooter and go to rest in the main hideout in the five-story building.
Frankly, it could have been done much more intelligently, but I was in a hurry, fearing that Barry would become more familiar with his powers every day, and then it would be impossible to brainwash him without being noticed. Besides, we mustn't forget about Gloomy Mouse. I have a perfect alibi now, and Bats himself has gone to global problems and can't watch me closely or investigate me on the spot.
I just had time to change into a stylish purple costume and turn the Red Hood's outfit into one big dark red uniform ball with a softening spell, as the disguised Joker entered the room in the company of Harley Quinn.
"Did it work? - My copy looked at the glowing runes on the walls with interest.
"Yeah, it's not perfect, but now our universe isn't in danger of annihilation... At least it won't be caused by the Flash wanting to right the wrongs of the past," I correct myself.
Basically, what I did really saved the Earth from a lot of problems, and it couldn't be said that the Justice League was weakened. Barry, for what it's worth, retained all of his powers with the exception of his cheater time rewind ability, which was far more likely to cause problems than solve them.
"I'm glad, now my payment," Joker moved closer and touched my belt buckle.
"Damn it, Abby! Let me at least take the illusion off! Galya, cancel*.
With a slight crackle, the enchantments dissolved, revealing that underneath them all this time was a green conservationist who had shrunk a bit to fit into my everyday clothes.
Kneeling down, the dryad opened her mouth wide and swallowed his cock in one sitting with her nose against his pubes.
"I'll help you," Harley was right there and put her hand on the green beauty's head and began to adjust the depth of penetration, clearly getting turned on by what was happening.
"Hmm... How was the theater? - I asked, getting high on the Forest Keeper's tender throat.
"Well, the director did his best, but it was pretty dull to watch another reimagining of Romeo and Juliet. Although I did like it when Romeo killed the cyborg sent for his soul from the future at the end," my favorite replied, pulling Abby's satisfied head onto my cock.
"I don't even want to comment on that," I shifted my gaze to the avatar sucking diligently. - Your skills have gotten better," I remarked, stroking her green hair.
~Fslup~
With a slurping sound, she pulled away as she continued to slide her hand gently over his cock.
"Watched the instructional videos," Abby said calmly.
She then rubbed her cheek against the rising flesh, kissing it gently at the end.
"The Internet is an amazing source of knowledge. Back in my day, you could only dream of such a thing ~smack~, - another kiss on the head. - You like it?
"Yes," my voice sounded a little hoarse from the waves of pleasure building up.
"Okay. I want your milk, nya," she said suddenly, clearly trying to copy someone. But her intonation was still the same, with the slowness of a majestic, centuries-old forest, though I liked the contrast.
"There will be milk for you, - grinning rather roughly pulling the girl and start to really bang her in her supple throat, using her as if she were a live masturbator.
The room is filled with slutty squelching sounds, but I can't get enough of it. I lift my favorite blonde from my lap and merge with her in a heated kiss, simultaneously caressing her delicious body while the dryad continues to polish my meat rod. After a while, with another friction, I penetrate to the maximum depth and start flooding the throat of the green protector with hot seed.
"Fuah," she pulled away, sucking every last drop. - Ready for round two, cowboy? - again, that emotionless tone.
"I'm sorry, but now I have a mission to do," I sadly pulled away from the green-haired beauty who had whistled ten units of ba-hion during the blowjob session. Although, it would be more correct to say, I consciously tried to give more, and I have a suspicion that in this way it is realistic to learn to regulate the consumption of "homeless" energy. Tests are needed... which should be postponed until our return to Gotham.
"Can't you at least give me a little ass-whipping? - Harley turned to me, giving me a pleading look.
Damn it, how can you say no to that?!
"Yeah, and you can cum in my mouth," the dryad's phrase finally broke the resistance.
Fuck Barry and the mission, the speedster isn't going anywhere in this universe now, and a ten minute delay is unlikely to have any catastrophic consequences.
"Well, that's to be expected," I said after an hour of vigorous exercise, leaning back tiredly on the resilient bed of plants the dryad had grown out of her body.
It seems like not so long ago that I could do this kind of activity for hours on end and be awake as a cucumber afterward, except that in past times no one had tried to draw on my supply of free points earned by sweat and blood. Heck, I even had my spirits lifted by as much as four units when I played tug-of-war, not allowing an extra ba-hion to be pulled!
By the way, yes, my theory about manipulating divine energy turned out to be correct. I can really feel the ba-hion and even regulate its flow to a certain extent. However, I can't reach her on my own, at least not in small portions, but I've only just started. It remains a little bit to accumulate free points and it will be possible again to engage in joint experiments with the green cutie. Ah, I love science.
Let's get back to the real world. Both beauties were completely satisfied... Well... Harley was definitely satisfied, because the blonde was really fucked up, but in the case of the dryad I'm not sure it's possible, given her non-human nature. Though I already have an idea on how to fix this flaw.
Judging from the books I've read from Zee's magic library, elementals can alter their pseudoflesh within a fairly wide range, giving it different properties.
However, these changes are usually related to attack, defense, or are intended to improve communication with their source of power. Here we have a situation where a dryad needs to get closer to her human form. It should seem relatively easy, but the problem is that Abby remembers too vaguely how she felt before becoming a guardian of the Forest, and doesn't understand exactly what needs to change and how. And it's clear to anyone that an elemental can't become a full human, and given the conflict of interest (Green needs a suitable avatar to carry his will), it seems impossible at all.
But we have Ivy! The girl is not a human for a long time, because of the excessive amount of chlorophyll in her cells, and it's hard to classify her as a vegetable, but she enjoys physical intimacy and freely controls plants. All that remains is to bring two green-skinned beauties together for an exchange of experience, and it's a done deal.
I could do all that after I'd dealt with Steppenwolf, but for now I should give the second part of my Christmas present to Harley and go recruit Flash. The situation in the world had become rather unstable, so I decided that an extra opportunity to kick the assholes in the teapot wouldn't be a bad idea.
Harley liked the improved bat a lot, and when she tried out its main function, breaking through the concrete floor after a light swing, I realized that these were very hard times for gangsters, and the infirmaries of Arkham Asylum and Blackgate Prison would be fuller than ever.
After briefly packing up and destroying traces of our stay, we said goodbye to a satisfied Abby and set off to infiltrate the speedster's base.
In order for the recruitment to be successful, it is necessary to make everything spectacular. And what could be cooler than mysteriously meet a man right in his secret hideout, sitting in his chair and necessarily hiding his silhouette with a mysterious semi-darkness, which can not dispel the dim light of the floor lamp. Well, it will also allow at first to cool down a little bit the ardor of the speedy guy, because few of the budding heroes want their second identity to become public knowledge.
No sooner had we left the building that had become our temporary shelter than Bats called with several pieces of news. The most important news was that the Parademons had finally gone rogue and kidnapped several scientists from S.T.A.R. Labs, including Victor's father Silos, so it was very likely that the Atlantean Mother Box was already in Steppenwolf's hands. Hence the second piece of news, because of his desire to save Silos, Cyborg has gladly joined the Earth Rescue Squad and has already figured out exactly where the alien freaks are holding the hostages.
"We're going on right now. Have you made arrangements with Flash yet? - I was pulled out of my thoughts by Mouse's stern voice.
"Uh, almost.
"Is your almost anything to do with going to the theater?
Heh, there's a reason I asked Abby for a little favor after all.
"Yeah... But don't worry, I'll make a quick arrangement for help with a more competent comrade right now.
"Superman?
"Do we have a lot of options? - I could hear the irony in my voice. - Cyborg's probably ready to go to his father's rescue, and he won't wait for us to recruit Flash and get to the rendezvous point. Superman may fight like a hillbilly, but that doesn't take away from his strength. Plus, you're going as backup and can back him up in case of trouble, and Flash will be reinforced at the end. In short, it defies logic and common sense to refuse the help of a powerful Kryptonian.
I didn't mention Harley and me, because we wouldn't be able to jump right into the thick of things with a portal, and getting from Shadow Peak to the abandoned ventilation shafts in the east of Old Gotham in the twenty-ninth year is not a quick job, even on a Batmobile with a jet turbine, let alone an ordinary car or a walk.
"When the Joker starts appealing to logic and common sense, it's a bad thing," Bats grumbled unhappily.
"Oh, don't be silly. I'll contact our sunshine boy, just send me the coordinates for the rendezvous point.
Thirty seconds later, an address popped up on the screen. Well, Puffy Mouse may not want to accept help from the alien, but he's not an idiot and realizes that with him the probability of rescuing the hostages and finishing off General Darkseid becomes almost one hundred percent.
A short dialing of a number taken from the official website of the Daily Planet newspaper, and a pleasant male voice comes through the receiver.
"Good afternoon, Clark Kent here.
"Huh, good morning. Please fly up to the roof of the Janus Cosmetics office in Gotham in about ten minutes, it's very important.
"I beg your pardon?
"This isn't a trap or anything like that. Earth is in danger and needs the help of the strongest superhero.
"I guess you're in the wrong place," he gave a puzzled look.
"You identified yourself as Clark Kent, so that's where you're going.
"And I'm sorry, who are you?
"Ha-ha-ha, Joker! Didn't you recognize me? You and I fought against Doomsday... Although I was in a slightly different character then, but whatever," my voice became serious. - Anyway, we're about to have a serious brawl with alien invaders who have come to enslave the Earth, and we really need your help.
"You're probably in the wrong place after all," the superhero has passed out, but I'm sure he'll definitely arrive on the scene, if only out of curiosity.
"Well, that's taken care of, but what do we have here," I look at the decoder screen. - Oh, is that it?
During the conversation, our awesome tandem had just reached the speedster's lair, who had gone to apprehend the next bandits, and had already started to break the alarm system.
Gotham had accustomed me to having some pretty serious security systems with a lot of redundant circuits. Even the city archives had a pretty good alarm system that took Babs' device almost ten minutes to break. And here, it felt like I just had time to plug into a shoddily disguised port, and the alarm system immediately shut off, flashing green. What did I want, though? The guy may be a CSI, but that doesn't mean he has access to advanced technology.
Naturally, I double-checked everything just in case, and only then did I enter the garage. After passing through a short corridor made of boxes with various electronic junk, we were met by a huge computer with an artisanal cooling system, as well as a pile of monitors and an unusual touch keyboard. At least now I could see where most of my hard earned cash went, and the spare red suit in the corner was obviously made of not the simplest materials.
While I prepared my seat and changed my uniform to neutral, Harley analyzed Flash's outfit, discovering that it contained silicon and silica sand particles. The stuff is wildly fireproof and pretty tough. It's the kind they use on shuttles to keep them from falling apart on re-entry. From this we can conclude that Allen doesn't have any aura like the one Sunny Boy has that allows him to catch falling airplanes, so the speedster can't take anyone with him in acceleration.
The owner of the garage didn't have to wait long, but in a moment he suddenly appeared at the door, without his suit. The lock rattled quietly, letting the boy in. Barry was clearly unaware of the stranger's presence and quietly turned on the electricity by simply plugging the fuse into the switchboard.
"It's strange..." The budding crime fighter flicked the switch, trying to turn on the lights. But I had taken care of that beforehand, and it's also good that our future comrade doesn't have night vision, otherwise all the training would have been for naught.
~Click~
The floor lamp flickered dimly, illuminating part of my silhouette in the chair. The blurriness and the thickened shadows that obscured my face and surroundings made it look very impressive.
"Barry Allen, this world needs you," his voice has a slightly otherworldly quality to it.
The kid looked at me with eyes round with shock.
"That should explain why a stranger is sitting in the dark, in my dwelling, in my second favorite armchair, and from somewhere he dug up my grandmother's floor lamp...
Not the reaction I was hoping for, but whatever.
"What do you say to that?
Out of the gloom appeared my assistant in a strict office suit, carrying a printout of footage of Barry being covered in lightning bolts at the grocery store.
Taking the sheet, the speedster twirled it suspiciously in his hands.
"It's... A person who looks like me, but is most definitely not. Я. I don't know. Some really cute Jewish guy... Who drinks milk, and I don't drink milk," he looked at me with a naive look.
"I know you have powers, I just don't know what they are.
"Well... Among my skills are playing the viola, web design, and knowing sign language of humans as well as gorillas," the guy said quickly, curling his fingers.
"Ha ha ha, funny, but that's not what I meant. Hmm, although one can guess what exactly your power is, given the suit and a computer designed to process requests incredibly fast.
A general light flashed on, illuminating the entire room, including my scalding pale face with green hair, as well as triggering the monitors and the TV in the corner.
After giving the guy a couple seconds to comprehend, I threw a batarang at him.
"Catch.
~Shuh, shuh, shuh, shuh~
The speedster stood in front of me a moment later, looking at the batarang clutched between his fingers in surprise. In a moment, the speedster was standing in front of me, looking at the batarang clutched between his fingers in surprise.
"You're Batman.
"Are you puffy? Where do I look like a Puffy Mouse? Here," after a snap of my fingers, the suit returned to its usual appearance, as did my favorite outfit.
"Joker?! Which one? I'm just confused. First there was the good Joker, then he turned out to be evil, but then he turned out to be good again, but it was just a copy of the mad doctor. Then why the batarang? And why does the world need me? - Flash ranted emotionally.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. I'll tell you the most important thing first. The Earth is going to be invaded by evil aliens and turn all mankind into cyborg slaves... Hmm... - the last phrase really got me.
Parademons, cyborg slaves, the Mother Cube ...
"И? - The speedster hurried me on, knocking me out of my thoughts.
Okay, I'll figure it out later.
"To prevent this, we have decided to create an alliance of heroes and fight back against the invaders," I said loftily.
"Oh, I'm ready! Who's on the team?
"Just like that?
"Well, yes," he replied, smiling contentedly and bouncing a little on the spot from over enthusiasm.
"Boys, I don't want to interrupt you, but it looks like the world is fucked anyway," the blonde pointed her finger at the TV screen, which showed Steppenwolf standing on the dilapidated roof of the ventilation station, stabbing a Kryptonian through the roof with a green-tipped spear.
*Latin.
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