บท 73: Demon
We woke up around twelve when our cell phone rang. The screen showed an unfamiliar number.
"I'm listening," I replied, yawning widely.
My body is three times stronger and more resilient than the average person in this universe, and yet three hours of sleep is not enough for me. Hmm, or was it the lack of sleep I'd gotten the last couple days?
"Jay?
My musings were interrupted by a pleasant familiar voice.
"A mouse?
"Thank you-thank you-thank you-thank you," the girl on the other end of the line said when she realized she had dialed the right number. - If it hadn't been for you, Dad..." she sighed convulsively.
"Heh, we were just doing our jobs," there was so much genuine gratitude in her voice that I got a little embarrassed.
"And we demand a reward!" Harley jumped into the conversation, her eyes burning with anticipation as she pressed herself against me.
Through the thin fabric, I could feel her nipples swell with arousal.
"Um..." Babs hesitated, "I'm all for it, but I have school in the afternoon and then I have to practice with... you know who in the evening.
"You don't have to worry about the last one," I assured the redhead, since I had my doubts that Bats would suddenly show up.
And even if he does show up, it's unlikely he'll go to training without informing Alfred, who would logically have to tell us.
"Right! You know him personally, and you can warn him," she said, a note of joy in her voice.
"Yeah, sort of, we'll tell you more when you get here.
"Good. Oh, I just wouldn't want him to realize we're in this relationship," the girl said after a short pause.
Eh, Mousey, you're seriously late with that warning. But don't let it upset you.
"Do you really think he's interested in anything else besides saving Gotham and latex tight suits?
Barbara giggled stupidly.
"I'm not sure about the first one. All right, meet me at 8:00.
"We'll wait," I hung up the phone and immediately plopped Harley on the bed, who had been breathing hotly in my ear the entire conversation.
"Mr. J, what are you up to?" The blond asked, squinting at me.
"I don't know. How about this?
My beloved always slept in only one nightie, so it wasn't hard for me to release my buddy and drive him inside the wet cavern, causing the girl to sigh sweetly.
"Ah, that's a good idea," the cutie wrapped her legs around my waist, pushing deeper and pulling my head in for a kiss.
***
After a terrific start to the day, I cleaned myself up and turned on the news.
"...Lincoln will be released from the hospital tomorrow. And now for the other news," the screen showed a shot of a green-skinned beauty with fiery red hair, dressed in an unusual white lab coat, standing against a beautiful body of water. - Pamela Isley, formerly known as Poison Ivy, with the support of WayneBiotech, has completely restored the Amazon ecosystem near the Solimões oil field. Thanks to advanced technology, oil production, will now be done without harming the environment. According to Ms. Isley, her next goal will be to try to restore the ecosystem of the Libra field, located offshore one hundred and seventy kilometers off the coast of the Brazilian city of Rio de Janeiro.
Well, Harley and I already knew about that, thanks to the rare satellite calls, and we also knew that Ivy had promised to rip Bruce Wayne's head off if he didn't stop giving her work. And the billionaire or the company's analytics department did it incredibly competently, providing reports with photos of the polluted area and immediately giving options on how to fix it and prevent it from happening again, so the dryad, though angry, was in no hurry to recycle the culprits of pollution into fertilizer, and even more enthusiastically went to restore the natural balance.
"That was all the news for today. Thank you for your attention," the newscaster finished, and lastly told about the solar eclipse that would take place in the near future, thus reminding about another problem.
Eh, since they didn't tell us anything about us, we could put our preparations for the fight with Grundy on hold for a while and go on the Internet, because I was dying to know about the official debut of our awesome duo. Harley was of the same opinion, so we snuggled up on the couch and typed the first query into the search engine... And then a dozen more, not believing the results, and with good reason.
After briefly surfing the most popular sites, I had mixed feelings. First of all, there were only a couple of phrases about the fact that the Knight of Moonlight saved the life of the police commissioner, literally healing him from a fatal wound, as well as about the fact that he and his charming partner neutralized two armed gangs and saved hostages. Well, at least they wrote that, or they could have said that the criminals were neutralized by the valiant police. Second, in the local ranking of superheroes (it turns out there is such a thing), I took only twenty-eighth place, and managed to lose to Green Arrow, and this despite the fact that I have magic. In addition, these bastards put the most lousy photo of me as my avatar, which barely showed a silhouette in a dark cloak and a cylinder against the background of car headlights. Third, in a similar list of superheroines, Sailormoon somehow ended up in second place, behind only Diana of Themyscira. Yeah, I have my doubts that the girls' fighting abilities are taken into account rather than their looks. Hmm, the fifteen pictures under the news from different angles hinted at the latter.
Okay, enough fun, it's time to get ready.
To start, I unloaded all the excess from my space pockets, finding a vial of blood from the basement, which I handed over to Harley, who went to equip napalm grenades for analysis, and then went to Alfred's to pick up the equipment due.
The atmosphere in Wayne's mansion was unhappy. I felt sorry for the butler, but the only thing that could help him was the return of Bruce, who I had no idea how or where to find.
"Is something bothering you?" The older man asked, helping to load the equipment into the trunk of the car, which was not too much. - I can see that you're preparing for something serious, and it's obviously not a showdown with the usual gangsters.
"Well, I wouldn't want to add to your problems.
"Do you really think you can do that, knowing the master's activities?" The older Briton clarified, raising one eyebrow amusedly.
"Hmm, when you think about it that way, you're pretty much the only person I can consult with who might have something useful to offer... Anyway, there's going to be a solar eclipse in a few days. The shadow of the moon will fall on the earth...
Hell, I'm still not sure I should tell you about the dead guy.
"Please continue. It's extremely interesting astronomical information," the man said politely, after a long pause while I hung there, torn between two options.
Ha-ha, Alfred's a troll. I wonder what he'd say to that?
"During the eclipse, Solomon Grundy will awaken. A real one, and he'll be about five meters tall with nearly impenetrable skin and invulnerable to conventional weapons. He will head into the city to exact revenge on the descendant of his killers. He can only be defeated with the help of strong fire or strong light spells. And, by the way, in order to finally put him to rest I need to put Alastor Winslow into a coma during the killing process. Fortunately, I already have a special gas for this purpose, but there are still problems with its delivery.
"Revenant, then. Good. Come back tomorrow at lunchtime, and I'll have a supply of consecrated napalm grenades, sturdy cables, tracking equipment for installation in Mr. Winslow's house, and a few half-liter cylinders with gas timers," the butler replied, after a moment's thought, completely unperturbed.
"Eckh..." I choked on my air. - You got it.
"You seem to be oblivious to Master Bruce's activities after all," he said with a faint smile, leaning in a bit.
The upcoming confrontation really helped Alfred get his mind off the gloomy thoughts about the fate of Gotham's protector, and his movements became light and smooth, so we were done loading things in no time, and then I returned home.
Having promptly unloaded the trunk and back seats, I popped into the lab, where the girl was chemically active.
"Sunshine, have you forgotten we still have to visit Zee?
"Right! One second, Mr. J, I'm almost done with the first batch," said the blonde, who was filling an oblong cylinder with a black, thick gel-like liquid.
When the process was over, my beloved screwed the fuse on top and sent the resulting lethal device into a special box for transportation. The walls of the thing were relatively fragile enough to shatter on impact, and then a small spark and the target turned into a bright flaming torch that was almost impossible to extinguish.
After making sure that the box was secure, or we wouldn't want to burn down the mansion, we went to visit the sorceress.
This time Harley was driving, so I had some time to think about upgrading the car. Let's say, I'll screw in the crowd dispersal as an alarm system, but the question remains about the expediency of this action. Well, it will go off once, twice, even ten times. People are not idiots and after the first time, they are unlikely to go into the affected area, and there, a few throws of large-sized garbage, and the battery will simply die, after which the intruders can easily break into the car.
It's sad that my transport doesn't yet have a built-in supercomp and special systems capable of active defense or dumping in case of big problems. But you can always go another way. For example, to make it so that the car is not paid any attention at all. So, in addition to the runes of color change, it is necessary to add runes to create a full-fledged illusion, plus, more strengthening complex engraved.
This thing is very voracious, of course, but you could disguise the car as a small house extension or a couple of garbage cans, which is much better than the usual spot that looks like a gap in the darkness.
If you think about it, you don't even have to create a full-fledged complex, but only apply the anchors, which is many times faster, and do the rest in your free time. Damn it, it won't work... I calculated in my mind the amount of mana passing through the mystical symbols and realized that they would just burn out after the first use. I still need a full-fledged complex, or... quality magic materials, which I have just in stock.
The hound has been sitting idle in the fridge for a day now, especially since Harley is always complaining about it because of the inconvenience of getting groceries out. So, I'll kill two birds with one stone: I'll free up some space and pump up the car. I'll just make a prototype before the main work, to test the reaction of the liquid to illusion spells.
Hmmm... What if...
"Huh.
Afraid of losing the thought, I activated the emotional peak smoothing, grinning slightly.
With good materials you can go beyond half measures and try to make a full-fledged diversion! Then ordinary people will not pay attention to the stationary object at all and bypass it, otherwise the illusion is intangible, and someone may be very surprised if they lean on the wall, which is not really there, or even worse: they will throw out leftovers, thinking that there is a garbage can in front of them...
I immediately began to scour my memory for the necessary complex, but to my surprise nothing suitable came to mind. We were just approaching the Shadow Peak, where we could get all the information we needed.
"How's it going?" The sexy sorceress greeted us with a question as soon as our couple stepped onto the porch.
"Your ass looks great in those stockings, as always!" replied the enthusiastic blonde. - Can I give it a little squeeze?
"Eh... Maybe I should actually sleep with you to get you off my back?" The sorceress sighed, rolling her eyes.
My companion's eyes flashed with delight.
"Naturally! But I don't want to go without Mr. J.
"Once again, it was a rhetorical question. Did you test the potion?" The brunette's voice became serious.
"Uh-huh. The test went even better than I expected. The thing sent a one-and-a-half-pound carcass into nirvana for an hour in just one short breath," I said, glancing at Harley, who was clearly looking forward to having fun with Babs, and was pawing at me like a cat.
"Hmm... It's pretty good... I'd even say amazing. We'll just have to watch for a while to make sure there are no side effects," Zatanna stepped aside to let us into the mansion.
"What kind of things could they be?" I asked interestedly, following the lady of the mansion, who led us toward the laboratory.
"That's what we need to find out. There is a reason why this potion is designed to communicate with spirits. After using it, the shaman leaves his body, passing to the astral plane, but what happens to an ordinary person is a big question.
"Hmm, couldn't some astral entity be attached to him?
"Of course not," the illusionist said indignantly. - Unless it's some astral demon... But such creatures can live only near strong sources of magic, and ordinary people are not interesting to them, because their bodies are too weak. But various small spirits because of the surge of energy such a person can briefly interested, but the speech about possession here is also not going.
"Is there something you want to ask?" The sorceress sighed, looking at Harley, who was almost dancing with impatience as she held out her hand like a proper schoolgirl.
"Since your ass can't be wrinkled, why don't you just sit on my face?
~Slap~
The enchantress performed a facepalm and looked at me longingly.
"Jay, yeah, what's with her today? I've put up with the constant innuendo, but this is just too much.
"I think she's looking forward to tonight's fun. Her friend should be here," I wiggled my eyebrows playfully.
"I see...
~Tresk~
My companion did make a move while Zee was distracted, which earned her a mild discharge. But this time it had the opposite effect. My beloved only moaned softly, still holding her tightened ass in her hands.
The enchantress turned slightly to electrocute one more brazen individual, but suddenly froze, which Harley took advantage of by kneeling down and burying her face between the seductive buttocks.
"Mh..." the brunette's legs shook slightly, and she woke up from her obsession. - MSICROXE!
A translucent blue mist separated from the palm of the sorceress' hand, which, as if alive, enveloped the horny cutie, and then disappeared without a trace.
"I'm sorry, did you say something?" The blonde pulled away for a moment, her multicolored eyes shining.
Ah, now I understand Z's strange reaction.
"PEELS," another spell went to my companion.
I guess I don't understand something...
"Sleep?" The girl asked in surprise, continuing to squeeze her ass as if she hadn't just been tried to be put to sleep, and I highly doubt that, knowing about Harley's resistance to mind magic, the sorceress spared her strength.
"It's strong.
For a moment, a halo of raging flame appeared around Zatanna, with hundreds of shades of blue intertwined in it.
"PEELS!" She slapped her palm on the surprised blonde's forehead, sending her safely out of it, then turned to me, glaring at me with a frown. - Why the hell is your friend possessed by a demon? Did I lecture you on magical safety for nothing?
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