Barbara Gordon sat in the chair, she had been sitting there for the last hour and a half. She had all the papers in her hand. Her appoint was supposed to start half an hour ago. She smoothed her black leather knee skirt for the umpteenth time. Her corset kept her posture perfect. She wore her id card on the breast pocket of her black leather blazer.
How long are they going to make me wait? Barbara asked herself, I just want to visit my stud!
Barbara gasped.
Damn them and damn me! Barbara thought to herself, They are getting to me!
Barbara was angry that she thought of Dick as a stud and not her boyfriend, lover, fiancé. Ever since they had been forced to settle down in occupied territory she was constantly being bombarded with Amazon dogma. It was getting to her, more so now that she had been selected to be made into a Mortal Amazon, it was twisting and perverting her to become one of them. Since she had been brought to the city’s temple and forced to put on “Bracelets of Submission”, she had changed, she was now six two instead of five eleven and could lift two fifty no problem and more and more she found herself agreeing with these damn bitches! Barbara ran one hand over the thin silver alloy bangle and then the other, Mortal Amazons wore bangles styled bracelets while the Immortal Amazons wore Bracer styled sets.
“Please come with me,” a blonde Immortal Amazon in a security uniform appeared in front of Barbara.
Barbara rose and followed the Amazon, taking mental notes; she had to be six foot nine in stockings, blond hair in a pony tail from the back of her head to the small of her back, an Athenian Owl tattooed behind her left ear and a pair of inter locked Mirrors of Venus tattooed behind her right ear. Barbara had to admit the tight fitted black leather Amazon version of the old SS uniform really showed off the Amazon’s body. Barbara thought for a second of the old NAZIs that were stuck in Breeder Camps in Europe and how they might feel about being held captive by sexy women in mockeries of their old uniform.
The two women passed through a door way into an office, and in the middle was an older lady behind a desk and the device. Barbara held out her paper work for the older lady.
“Be seated,” the woman said taking the papers and motioning towards the device, “July 1954… You continue to use the old calendar.”
The Amazon guard secured Barbara into the machine and placed the collar piece around her neck and connected it to its other half on the chair back of the device. A light flashed green, then blue, then purple.
“What is the reason for your visit?” the woman asked.
“Companionship and sexual intercourse with Richard Grayson for pleasure and insemination,” Barbara heard herself speak in a monotone.
“Have you tried sexual intercourse for pleasure with women?” the woman asked.
“Yes.”
“More details please,” the woman smirked.
“I have been dating Kathrine Kane,” Barbara said out loud, “We have been having sexual intercourse about twice a week. I have also had sexual intercourse with four other women in the last six months.”
“Didn’t enjoy it?” the Amazon asked.
“No,” Barbara heard herself confess, “I enjoyed each encounter greatly and achieved multiple orgasms on multiple occasions.”
“Then why come here?” the woman asked.
“I love Richard Grayson and want him to father my children with me,” Barbara said, “We achieved a pair bonding while we were refugees together and I wish to continue that bond.”
“Well I hope you have better luck controlling him than I did with your father!” the woman signaled the Amazon to turn off the device.
“Yes mother,” Barbara whispered.
While being released Barbara regarded her mother the traitor. She had betrayed her husband, her son, her city, her country and volunteered to be an agent of the Amazons before they had attacked. Now James Gordon was basically a living robot and James Gordon Junior had been executed.
*
1946
Gotham City
Barbara walked out of the school like her class mates, and looked in amazement and horror as the parachutes opened and figures floated to the ground. In the distance air raid sirens would start and stop. The schools started and then stopped as well. With the sound of a shot Barbara and her class mates looked up, one of their teachers Miss Laurence fell from the roof dead and then after a few moments the siren started blaring again. More shots, a group of parachutes were coming down right on the school and they were shooting at the school as they fell! Class mates behind her panicked and ran pushing Barbara out into the streets. Barbara tried to run toward her friend Nancy’s car but a Paratrooper had landed in the middle of the street and as he pulled back the chute he froze around with his terrifying visage. An honest to god Minotaur with armor and a machine gun ripped off the parachute harness and aimed his machine gun at the cars in front of him and opened fire, killing Nancy and her passengers. Barbara ran into an alley, she kept in the alleys until she slammed into a boy…
*
EMTA 8 (1954)
“Here is a whip for good measure,” the Amazon held out a leather bullwhip.
“I won’t be needing that,” Barbara tried to smile.
“You might be surprised,” the Amazon laughed, “He has become something of a pain slut!”
Having been made Libraian and Archivist for the Noble Amazon Governess might technically put Barbara over this brute, but she was a born Amazon and to strike her or snap at her would put Barbara in the wrong and justify any action the Amazon might take.
“I am ready,” Barbara mearly said.
The door opened and Barbara walked into the anti-room, when the outer door closed the inner door unlocked. Barbara marched in, and gasped. Dick was seated on the bed, bruised, battered and staring off into space.
“Dick?” Barbara asked.
Dick dropped to his knees next to the bed and put his head to the floor.
“Madam please accept the service of this unworthy servant,” Dick muttered.
“Oh Dick,” Barbara took off her blazer and went to her lover.
Dick groveled at her boots until Barbara grabbed his collar and pulled him up to look at her face. He smiled and his eye’s shined.
“Mistress Babs!” Dick cooed.
Barbara couldn’t deny that that sent a tingle into her panties. She led him to a couch and gestured for him to sit with her. He complied.
“Mistress Babs,” Dick murmured.
“Just Babs when we are alone together,” Barbara hugged him.
“Babs,” Dick whispered, “they have been doing things to me, they used their machines to make me excited when they hurt me. What’s weirder, they have been training me get excited by women’s boots.”
“Yeah,” Babs lifted her leg and showed off the knee high heeled boots, “They have been doing that to everyone it seems.”
“May I?” Dick asked.
Barbara moved her leg to within Dick’s reach and smiled as he started fondling her legs.
“They told me about you and Miss Kane,” Dick said in a dreamy voice, “just like you said they would. And all of your one night stands.”
“Kathy wants to get you out of here as soon as possible too,” Babs wrapped her arms around Dick, “But we can’t go back to the way things were…”
“First Amazon that decided she didn’t like the way were acting would say those magic words,” Dick agreed, “and then they ship us out as manikins to be reprogramed.”
“Or shot,” Barbara closed her eyes, “Or worse…”
“How could she do that to her husband, her son?” Dick asked.
*
1946
“Stay back!” the boy shouted waving a knife.
“What?” Barbara panicked, “Calm down!”
“Those crazy ladies have been using local girls to sabotage stuff” the boy took a swipe with his knife, “How do I know you aren’t one of their agents?”
“Get it!” a dark man’s voice ordered.
A pair of hands reached out from hole that just appeared in the wall of the building, grabbed the pair and pulled them in. The hole closed behind them and they found themselves in a darkened hallway.
“Who are you?” Barbara and the boy both asked.
“Shhhh,” the man’s voice hushed them.
A woman shouted a question in a foreign langue, and then another shouted a response. They spoke once more and them went quite.
“They were looking for you miss Gordon,” the man said.
“Why?” Barbara asked.
“They said they needed you as a prisoner for leverage against your father,” the man said, “They said your mother told them the school, and a minotaur saw you go down these alleys.”
“Who are you?” the Boy asked.
A match was lit and both youngsters gasped at the sight of the legendary Batman!
“Holy…” Dick started only to have his mouth covered by the Batman.
“Grayson, Richard,” the Batman intoned, “Youngest member of the Flying Graysons, headline for Haly’s Circus.”
“Only member now,” Dick said, “One of those parachute crates crashed into the tent during practice and the whole rig collapsed while my mom and dad were one the wires.”
“Why did you think I was an enemy agent?” Barbara asked.
“I saw one of the women from the circus kill old man Haly and give those armored women maps and folders,” Dick said.
“WACs in the city have acted in support of the invasion,” Batman intoned.
“Miss Laurance must have been trying to shut down the air raid siren,” Barbara put the events from earlier, “Does this mean my mom is a traitor? You said they got the school from my mom!”
*
1940
“Are the agents in position?” Hipolytia asked her counsel.
“Only Agetha has lost her position,” Diana spoke, “It seems the wondering eye of the American President has found another lady. The American First Lady’s inner circle has been infiltrated. Paula Von Gunther has control of the Spear of Destiny on that idiot leader’s orders and Fuasta Grables is now in charge of the SS’ internal spy efforts on other German agencies. Our Princess Elizabeth is gaining the need leverages behind the scenes to ensure her coronation on your orders.”
“It seems our work in the last war has paid off,” Circes smiled, “Almost every nation has adopted a woman’s reserves for the conflict even those not yet in the conflict. We have of course infiltrated all of these.”
“If I may?” a dark haired agent stepped forward.
“Our Superwoman,” Hippolyta smiled, “How goes the campaign to bring female liberation to the mortal world?”
“As Lois Lane,” the Agent curtsied before her queen, “I am now the most renown reporter in the United States, and as Superwoman I have infiltrated the Mortal’s Hero community. A few of the American heroes have fallen to my charms and some the heroines are now thinking with like minds.”
“Good, we must ensure that this conflict brings the mortal world to its knees and all the powers to their collapse,” Hippolyta said sternly, “Then we can march on the mortal world. As the goddess have ordered.”
“Yes,” Athena spoke from her alter in the olive tree alcove, “With our help you shall bring order to the mortal world.”