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IM/DC Chapter 199
🕑 Added 2024-09-28 17:48:02 +0000 UTCI left Hawkgirl exhausted in her room as I started to look for the mess hall. Her alien body functioned at a higher temperature but also burned out faster than normal human women who could last hours if you took your time fucking them. That was going to be a problem in the future when I started bedding other alien species. Humans were an endurance-focused species.
I didn’t want to test the USS on someone I was having sex with so I’d have to wait until I perfected it on other thanagarians before I used it on her. Finding the mess hall wasn’t difficult, the Watchtower only had room to house about a thousand people and the mess hall was on the same level as the living quarters for ease of access. Judging by the layout, there would be another mess hall on the opposite end of the ship you could eventually get to by walking in a circle.
The bottom layers were for docking other space-faring ships while the top part was the command quarters. It looked like most of the non-essential components were on the bottom half while the power, water, and oxygen sources were higher up… It hadn’t been shown before but it appeared that the bottom half could be ejected from the upper half of the Watchtower… And the bottom half could be made into a bomb to kill anyone attempting to board the ship.
The Watchtower in this universe was a combination of other inventors and not just created by Batman so I’d guess Tony, Reed or Mr. Terrific pushed through the worst-case scenario bomb on the ship. The food was all automated and there was no access to the kitchen, which… Made me sort of irritated that I couldn’t see what food was on the ship near where I’d sleep. I’d have to keep a refrigerator full of extra foods in my room once I get one and until then not sleep here on the Watchtower.
I could still eat though, as I ordered an entire pizza I looked around spotting many heroines I had my eye on. Black Canary and Rocket were the two in relationships which absolutely sucked. Both were beauties but I’d have to wait until time travel or dimension hopping became available to sleep with either of them. Both were happy otherwise I would shoot my shot and see where it went like I did with Gwen.
That still left Big Barda, Donna Troy, and Wonder Woman eating right now. If I could only pick one girl out of the entire Justice League to pick… Wonder Woman, but there were very close second, third, fourth, and fifth choices out of the whole group and I thankfully didn’t have to pick. The three were all powerhouses and you could argue that Wonder Woman is the second strongest person in the Justice League after Superman.
Big Barda just recently joined the JL, otherwise, she’d have been married off and living on Earth by now. I didn’t approach them yet. While I wanted Wonder Woman, I knew going over to do more than introducing myself was a mistake. Every single man would approach her and shoot their shot, hell, the antihero Hitman with an x-ray vision power specifically joined to see her naked.
I didn’t think he existed in this universe, but I wasn’t sure. If he did I hadn’t seen or heard of him so he was very well hidden. I fold the pizza in half and eat it in two minutes as some of the other heroes noticed and watched in curiosity as I ate like a professional speed eater. I made my way around the ship to the opposite cafeteria and saw a few more heroines I liked.
Looked like a Birds of Pray meet-up, not sure how often they ate together but this might be a regular thing. Helena Bertinelli(Huntress), Gypsy, Katana, and Dinah Drake(White Canary) were all eating together. White Canary was the half-sister of Black Canary(Laurel Lance) who didn’t have the metahuman scream but got a similar effect through technology. I wondered if Katana was still married to her husband sword? I’d have to play it right to find out before asking, or just touch her to see if she was interested.
Katana wasn’t off the table just yet but she very well could still be loyal to the soul inside her sword. I checked the food they had here just to see if it was the same and when I saw it had the same options for food I made a handful of different things and stored them for later. Once again I didn’t approach them, instead heading to the mission command where you can look for problems happening around the world and solve them.
Everything seemed boring and most of the items on the list were something a normal civilian police officer could deal with. I blocked off the first three danger ratings as it was all too easy. Looking through the more limited options most were still too easy. Defeat a gang of gunmen attacking a tribe in Africa. Find a serial killer murdering important figureheads in Salem. There! Got a good one.
Shut down a metahuman fight club. I teleport down to the outskirts of New York where they are being held. Looking perfectly human with no jumpsuit to alert them I entered and watched a few of the fights… It was more disappointing than I thought it would be and the bare-knuckle brawls of people good at fighting were much more entertaining in my opinion.
The metahumans were untrained and none of them had any spectacular abilities so it often ended up in untrained fistfights where a lucky strike was the conclusion to the fight. The announcer was the only good part of the arena and… I recognized her. She was Roulette. Her hair was neatly tied in a bun with most of her skin showing and a visible snake tattoo on her shoulder that wrapped around most of her body. She was wearing a very beautiful dress but wouldn’t be by the end of the night if I had anything to do about it.
I patiently waited to talk to her after the show and one thing led to the next… “OH FUCK! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! It’s so big! You’re ripping me apart!” She was another screamer as she had another shotgun orgasm. One after another I drew all the liquid out of her body. It just wasn’t fair anymore, this body was too perfect and I wouldn’t ever be able to orgasm having sex with normal women unless I altered my body to be able to.
I lined up the syringe full of USS and jabbed her. I was going to tell her to stop this idiotic idea but with the right spin, I might have been able to sell legal superhero fights in the future. If both agreed, did it in a safe area and would stop before things got too bad, supers fighting would be incredibly interesting to watch. She just wasn’t thinking big enough. That was the problem with most villains. They could have done it in a legal way but for some reason decided to do it in a worse more illegal way.
You could even get sponsorship from the UFC or another group that realized the value of sanctioned hero fighting. That was what I had planned for her, she would be the head of a new fighting business as more villains died to give heroes a job so they didn’t turn to crime themselves. It made sense, Spiderman fought in the first movie he was in and that made perfect sense to do to make money. If his uncle didn’t die or the shortsighted announcer didn’t shoot himself in the foot by underpaying him there could have been a far different outcome where Spiderman fights in his spare time to make money.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” She orgasmed again as I remembered. “Oh, stop this illegal fighting ring for now. I’ll have a job opportunity for you soon.”
