Steph hung up the phone as she got on the hidden elevator.
“Well at least he is concerned for her health…” Steph shook her head.
She shook her head, Tim had called just after she got the alert about Cassie and asked if she wanted him to pick her up and take her to Kane’s place. She had refused, citing Cassie’s current hatred of him and stating that Steph and Cassie needed some girl time…
*
Cassie was a patch work of bruises, Steph actually gasped at the sight of her friend. Alfred and Kate both looked back at the new Bat in the room.
“Ah, Miss Brown, you have Miss Cain’s street clothes?” Alfred asked.
“Yeah, right here,” Steph held up a bag, “Got your sexy underwear and clubbing dress!”
Alfred, Cassie and Kate all rolled their eyes at Steph.
“Miss Kane, if you don’t mind,” Alfred motioned for Kate to help him.
“Come on kid,” Kate went to pick up Cassie.
The three took Cassie over to a bathroom and left her with Steph and her cloths.
“Now once you are dressed we will get you home for some proper bed rest,” Alfred looked down at Cassie.
Steph closed the door. Kate and Alfred stepped back from the door and Alfred’s shoulder’s sagged.
“That much worse than you were letting on?” Kate asked.
“She is lucky to be alive,” Alfred admitted, “But you know what they say, stiff upper lip and all that.”
*
Steph pulled out clean underwear and handed them to Cassie.
“Here you go,” Steph said, “Look Cassie, I know you are in bad shape already, but I got to be clear with you on this. I know you want to kill Tim right now, don’t. I realize I have been a bitch to Tim. Now I am not going to go crawl back to him, I know that he still wants me. But if he wants to be with me, he has to come to me or keep playing around with his floozies. I know it is killing him not being with me.”
*
“Oh god…” Tim gasped as four mouths kissed along his hard cock, “Am I dead? Is this heaven? OW!”
A set of teeth bit his left nipple.
“I’m alive,” Tim said then asked, “Who bite me? Someone needs a spanking!”
“Meee!” All five of his harem girls giggled.
*
“I grabbed your harem pants by the way,” Steph said as she handed over the pants, “I figured you wanted light and loose.”
“Thanks,” Cassie managed.
“So what happened? I saw the new footage,” Steph sat on the sink, “I have never seen you so distracted you missed an alien plasma weapon being shot at you.”
“I think she was attacking my mind as well,” Cassie said, “She tried to flash images into my head to keep me off balance…”
“I guess,” Steph said trying to hide the memories of her own experiences.
“It must have picked up on my powerful emotions toward the asshole right now,” Cassie confessed, “It sent images of me fucking him to death…”
“Psychic snuff porn?” Steph said, “That must be rather distracting.”
“What?” Cassie prodded, sensing something off with Steph.
“You read Fifty Shades of Grey?” Steph asked, “I got flashes of that to try and unsettle me.”
“Fifty Shades?” Cassie arched an eyebrow at Steph, “Bondage books where lady wants to be slave of rich man?”
“Yeah,” Steph handed Cassie an Iron Maiden sweatshirt, “Me collared on a leash crawling behind Tim. Yeah, we would sign up for lessons in lesbianism from Mama-bat out there.”
*
Emma giggled with an unholy glee.
“What?” Tim asked.
“Oh you will find out my dear,” Emma went back to kissing Tim.
*
Cassie and Steph got images flashed in their heads of them kneeling before Tim as he was kissing the short haired girl on his lap. Tim wore a dress shirt and slacks, the auburn haired girl was in a yellow sun dress, white thigh highs and a black leather biker jacket. Cassie and Steph were both naked save for pink leather dog collars.
Both shook the images out of their heads. Cassie finished dressing and Steph left her in silence.
An image flashed in Steph’s head, her and Cassie rolling together on a bed finger fucking each other begging for Tim to come and fuck them silly as other girls came in and joined them in a lesbian orgy.
Steph tried to shake the image from her head.
*
Bruce sat in the cave brooding.
“Hay Bruce,” Dick whistled as he entered, “Who’s the Mandalorian?”
Bruce turned and looked at Dick.
“What?” Dick said.
“Go on,” Bruce prodded.
“Go on what?” Dick said, “You have an image of a horny Mandalorian Super Commando on your screen. Is this some sort of fan film? I have seen weirder costumes at the comic book conventions. Remember that picture of me and the Mermaid Jedi? Why are you giving me the ‘interigation look’, I didn’t eat the last of the cookies this time!”
“Mandalorian…” Bruce muttered, “Isn’t that from Star Wars?”
“Yeah,” Dick said, “Boba Fett from the orginal trilogy and Jengo from the prequel trilogy. You bought me a Boba Fett action figure years ago.”
“Yes,” Bruce turned around, “It seems we have an alien cosplayer trying to be a costumed super villain here in Gotham.”
“Run that by me again…” Dick was confused.
“This is cellphone footage of Cassie’s attacker this afternoon,” Bruce said, “The suspect shot up a crack house last night and then went in search of Cassie this afternoon to keep fighting her.”
“Wow, why do you say it was an alien?” Dick asked.
“The suspect used plasma pistols that also managed to knock out Cassie without injuring her.”
“So she is a real Mandalorian?” Dick asked, “Have you called Hal?”
“Hal isn’t talking to me right now.”
“Why?” Dick asked.
Bruce pulled a ring from his pocket and put it on the keyboard.
“Oh.”