"We have a location. Batgirl, change of plans." Huntress's voice trembled as she spoke. "This is our chance. We can finally get rid of the asshole. The Bimbomancer!"
Batgirl tried not to sigh and shrug off the utter frustration that came with this, because Batgirl knew that obsession was not a good or healthy one. "We're halfway to dealing with--"
"Don't care, come on."
There were other things going on in this city. There were a plethora of other things to deal with and other things that needed their efforts. Maybe even needed them more. A kidnapping case seemed like it should have been the real issue to worry about now, not the report of what seemed to be the Bimbomancer knocking over a mall after hours. Jewelry stores, ATMs, sporting goods. It seemed really low stakes compared to the kidnapping ring that was menacing the city lately, for as much as whatever the Bimbomancer was doing could definitely be considered some sort of kidnapping.
But it wasn't worth this.
Huntress's obsession had been loud and it had been overbearing. Batgirl and Black Canary had both tried to several occasions to talk her down from this fixation. Huntress told them about barely escaping when Raven attacked him, only for Raven to become Rae-Rae, the bimbo goth who now got fucked on porn streams for the Bimbomancer. A problem, a blow to anyone's pride. Surely not a whole lot more than that. Every hero had that one criminal who got away that they held a grudge against, but usually, there was enough sense to swallow their pride and do the real hero work that really needed to be done.
Although usually, a hero didn't start fucking with their wardrobe.
Huntress's costume had had a few knives taken to it lately. She'd replaced her usual full body ensemble with a leotard that exposed her midriff and her thighs. AN outfit she'd worn maybe twice before. But then, because that wasn't enough, a cut also exposed her cleavage in a costume not meant to fight off bare flesh jiggles. She'd also gotten way too into lip gloss, her lips always sparkling with a dark blue. It was weird out of Helena, but her teammates tried to remain supportive during what seemed like a spiral of an identity crisis.
Now, that support was dragging Batgirl off to a small mall in a quieter part of town to chase after her and deal with her grudge. Batgirl wasn't sure what the plan even was to deal with the Bimbomancer, but she hadn't been following the case so closely; it was mostly playing out in tabloids and rumour mills about two members of the Teen Titans turning into silicone-titted porn stars to the best of her understanding, nothing she needed to think about. He was probably just a guy, right?
The doors at the mall's south entrance had been blown off entirely, letting the two heroines step in and follow after the path of destruction, moving through the shadows, but Huntress definitely had a bit too much urgency in her step. It could have been a liability if not for the sheer noise being made as they stepped up to see what was happening.
"Alright, Rae-Rae. You're a one-woman wrecking machine." The Bimbomancer stood back to let Raven demolish the line of ATMs along the atrium side wall, smashing them open with magical hands that dragged out the compartments containing the cash, which she then threw carelessly into bags. "Real sexy, gotta say."
"I'm destroying these machines like I get destroyed by dick, all for you," Rae-Rae said, giggling and smacking her black-painted lips together. Her hips kept wiggling. "Star and Princess think they have it so nice staying behind to fuck each other on camera, but I'm the one who gets to ride daddy's cock before we go, so I win."
"That's right, babe. You get to take all the dick you want for getting me all this money. Now finish up and let's hit the jewelry store. Maybe I'll find something nice to put on my goth bitch's neck other than my cum."
Huntress's entrance was noisy and bombastic, with a shot of her crossbow knocking the bag out of the Bimbomancer's hand as she lunged forward. Batgirl was in panicked pursuit behind her, terrified given that it was two gadgety martial artists against a half-demon witch. Not the best odds, but Batgirl felt like she had to back up her teammate and lunge forward.
"You can wear a pair of handcuffs, you bitch!" yelled Helena, swinging forward with a bullwhip to seize Raven's ankle and knock her over, rushing harder forward. She moved erratically, the clear uncertainty and frustration carrying her to lunge on and take this fight to Raven now as hard as she could.
"Assblast--um. Ass clap minty... What's the words, daddy? I forget them." Rae-Rae stomped as she twisted around. "Anilingus twerk-off... spit on me?" She shoved her hands forward. Nothing. Rae-Rae was too dumb to even remember her own magic words in a heated situation now.
That left it trivial for Huntress to soccer kick Raven in the face, a strike that almost made Batgirl wince for just how brutal an impact it was given the utter brutality behind it. Raven was still a hero, wasn't she? But Batgirl continued forward to back her up, watching as Raven went limp on the ground, completely neutralized by that blow.
"See that, Bimbomancer? She's nothing," Huntress said. "She's nothing!"
"NO gloating, let's just put him away," Batgirl said, standing beside Huntress and striking a pose. "Bimbomancer, is it? We have you cornered. Why not come peacefu--"
Huntress's next blow was to the back of Batgirl's head, and it sent her crashing in confusion down to the floor just as hard as Raven.
"You should have picked me instead!" gasped Huntress. She leaned forward, grabbing her tits. "These tits could be fatter, and they could be milking lots of loads out of your cock. MY ass could be rounder, and it could be bouncing on your lap. My lips could be so big and soft and they can leave all kinds of lipstick marks on your huge balls." Huntress rolled Batgirl onto her back, and then straddled her chest to pin her down in case she woke up. "I'm better than the hero sluts you have. I beat Rae-Rae with one kick! You saw it. I'm the superior hero, and I can do so much more for you, so come make me into your favorite whore instead. I want to call you daddy!"
The half-finished job on Huntress left her rattled, compromised, too horny to think and too consumed by her desperate lust to hold anything back. She was hungry for this, for the joy of going cross-eyed and slutting it up for the Bimbomancer.
"Radical. You even brought another babe for me?"
"I brought another babe for you, because I want to show how loyal I am. Make me into your bimbo, and then make Batgirl into your dumb slut too. Come on, daddy." Huntress parted her dark blue-painted lips, but smacked them together a few times for good measure, making wet kissing noises. "I'll worship your cock. I'll give you anything you want."
"Woah. You're already looking like a hot babe. You shouldn't have run away, but it's cool that you know you want it. I can forgive a hot babe for a lot." The Bimbomancer fished out his cock and stepped forward. "Give me some totally radical head and prove what a cool chick you are, and I'll take you back with me."
Faced with the cock that Huntress jealously watched undeserving teen sluts get instead of her all this time, there was only one possible option. Huntress shoved forward, throwing herself down his dick and slurping it deep into her mouth, moaning around his dick and getting to work at giving the kind of reckless, sloppy head that couldn't be contained. She wanted only to lose herself to this mess, a pleasure driving her over the edge of sanity, senseless and desperate in how she threw herself forward. It was all she could think about as she choked him down, letting her throat fill with his dick and letting her thoughts fall to pieces.
"Yeah, that's sweet," said the Bimbomancer, who gripped a fistful of Helena's dark hair and guided her along his cock. "You're a babe. That's why I wanted to make you my slut in the first place."
This was apology as much as it was competition. With all these burning lusts carrying her to lose control, Huntress wanted to make the most of this opportunity, proving herself with each motion of her head to offer him all the pleasure she could. There was no hesitation or control behind what she wanted, pleasures she was able to embrace without any care for the insanity going on with this mess. While sitting atop her half-conscious and dazed teammate, Huntress sucked off this villain's cock, fully aware of what it meant and what she was doing, but feeling the confidence carry her to give in.
Drool dripped down onto Batgirl's face, as she struggled her way back to consciousness, her eyes struggling to sharpen enough to understand what this wetness was and what was happening. She was utterly confused, baffled by the sweep of frustrations upon her, the confusion to continue to fall in to while sense melted away from her. What she saw, she wasn't so sure she liked, staring up in confusion at the utter weirdness of realizing that Huntress was on top of her, and that there was a cock in her mouth.
The Bimbomancer's cock.
"Huh?" was all Batgirl could muster while trying to come to. she probably had a concussion, and she was utterly baffled by this, trying to piece together any reason for this. Didn't Huntress hate the Bimbomancer? They were here to fight him. Here to stop him.
As she continued to adore and praise his cock, the chances that Helena had been denied finally crept across her body. She'd been waiting for them. Her body gradually shifted, her clothes changing to better reflect what she was made to be wearing. The already skimpy outfit became a little skimpier, losing the cape so that her plumper, fuller ass was more proudly exposed. Her gloves became sleeker and softer. Her dark hair gained electric blue streaks to it, and as her mask fell away, dramatic, over the top blue eye make-up replaced it. Her cleavage expanded out, breasts swelling and growing further along.
Maybe she didn't have a cape anymore, but the collar she wore, studded with gems and diamonds, was a nice replacement for it. So were the bangles around her wrists. Her fuck-me boots became sleeker and more accentuating of gorgeous legs, while her utility belt's contents became condoms, beads, and lube that hung at her hips. The belt hung now over not the base of the skimpy leotard she'd worn, but a frilly, pleated skirt that covered a surprising amount for how skimpy the rest of her outfit was. Which was to say, her ass wasn't totally hanging out of it.
The transformation made Huntress's pussy throb. It was what she had too long waited for, the transformation she was owed turning her into the super bimbo she wanted, with plump, fuckable lips and a throat built to take cock. A body made to be objectified and sexualized. It was all she wanted, and the pleasure made her eyes roll back into her dumb head as she willfully, gladly traded away intelligence and free thought for a bimbo's body and service to a man whose cock tasted even better than she imagined it would. This was what she needed all along, and to give in to it at long fucking last was everything to her.
With a gleeful smirk, the Bimbomancer remained happily over Helena, watching her blowjob get faster and sloppier as she got dumber and her body became more stacked. "I gotta get more babes, I always forget how fun it is when a girl goes dumb." His hips rocked forward a little bit, the pleasure gradually pushing him to give in to this, a pleasure too bold, too wicked. Too perfect.
Huntress moaned in approval, rocking her head faster. She didn't let go. Didn't speak. she didn't have to. Sucking the Bimbomancer's cock was her only purpose. She saw how his bimbos fought. Princess especially. She was a bitch. Huntress wasn't going to be a bitch. Huntress was going to be a good girl for daddy and going to make him happy. She'd get lots of presents and praise and dick from her daddy for being a good slut for him. She was proud of herself. Ready to give in to this, ready to love everything happening to her now. It was perfect, and she just didn't want to stop it.
His cock throbbed harder, and she stared up needily at the Bimbomancer, finally having a reason to draw back, but only to grab his cock and say, "Can you cum all over my new, huge, fake titties and christen them as your property?" She slapped his cock down onto her generous cleavage, moaning loudly. "Please, daddy?"
"Oh yeah, you deserve anything you want," said the Bimbomancer, who happily let loose an eruption of molten jizz across Huntress's chest, her exposed breasts and the perversion of her uniform both receiving lots of hot, sticky ropes of jizz. The pleasure was direct, his cock slippery and glistening with lip gloss smears and spit as it throbbed with each shot forward. It was just what he needed, and the pleasure kept him feeling great about himself as he left her a total mess. "Radical."
"Helena, what the fuck?" Batgirl was finally able to say, as she wiped the spit off of her face and finally found herself able to articulate a coherent thought. Everything came to her at once, the rush of realization and panic that made her feel utterly outraged. "Helena! The Bimbomancer! He's the Bimbomancer! What are you doing?" She tried to push her teammate off of her, and found little resistance from the giggling, dumb girl who slipped off of her.
"That's not my name anymore," whined Huntress. "Mm, what's my name now, daddy? I want it to be cute. 'Huntress' is so rough and so violent sounding."
"What'd she say your real name was? Helena?"
"Helena is too long. I want something shorter. And cute. What's a cute name for me?"
"Hm, how about Helly, then?"
"Helly!" Huntress stumbled back in joy. "I'm Helly now. I want to get that on a bracelet I can wear to always remind me of my name." She reached for her hair, twisting it around a finger and giggling. "I already know I'll forget it. Helly... It's two sounds! It's going to be hard."
Batgirl kicked herself up to her feet and grabbed hold of her teammate. "Shake yourself out of this. We're here to stop him! What's happened to you?" The woman she was met with didn't look like Huntress at all. She didn't even look like some plastic-injected porn parody version of Huntress; a real porn star would have been more restrained in her proportions and her make-up than what she was looking at. It horrified Batgirl. "Come on. Fight this! Fight this and let's deal with him."
But Huntress could only giggle. "Babsy, you should look at yourself right now." She smiled brightly, turning Batgirl around to look at her reflection in a nearby mirror.
Through her unconscious period and then her semi-conscious haze of trying to come back to reality, Batgirl had, of course, been in proximity to the Bimbomancer too. She just hadn't realized it yet. But as she turned toward the mirror, it all began to dawn on her.
Reasonably proportioned, relatively cute, but very professional Barbara Gordon didn't recognize herself in the mirror now. Her skintight suit had lost most of its material, being now nothing but a glorified yellow-trimmed blue leotard complete with a zipper down the middle of it. A zipper straining under the pressure of her newly swollen balloon tits, which strained against the material so hard that before her very eyes, the zipper broke, popping open to let free her ample tits threatening to burst out of it entirely. A pair of yellow fuck-me boots reached up to her knee, and sheer blue stockings took it the rest of the way. Her utility belt now held a myriad of dildos and fuzzy handcuffs instead of anything she should have carried.
Her red hair was fuller and bouncier now, but it was also a dramatically different shade of red. The most vibrant, fake, bottle-only scarlet imaginable, nothing natural or realistic at all. Her cowl had given way to a pair of sparkly, horned rimmed glasses with over the top little bat ears at the edges of them. Plump dicksucking lips, overbearing make-up, and a full figure made her seem like a totally different woman than she was mere moments earlier, now just as fake-looking a bimbo doll as her teammate was.
"Wait, like, my whole body and clothes transformed with no apparent change of mass or justifiable reaction?" she asked. There was a lilt in her voice, a sudden vocal fry tilting everything up into a question. "That defies the conservation of mass? That's, like, a grody defying of the laws of thermodynamics?"
"I don't know what that means, but those are some big words for a bimbo babe," said the Bimbomancer.
"Your powers are, like a whole breakthrough in science? We should talk about this?" Batgirl was utterly baffled by this.
"You're not smart anymore, give it up," said Helly, coming up from behind Batgirl to fondle her, to grope her tits through her outfit. "Come on, stop using big word. They make my head hurt. Let's have sex instead."
"Mm, yeah, I am, like, really horny right now. Can we have, like, sexual intercourse, daddy?" Batgirl slipped so fast she didn't even realize it. The delayed mental effects hit her hard, but also in a strange way. They didn't erode away all intelligence like some of the girls got, but instead, she had become unable to articulate her remarkable depths of intelligence in any way people would take seriously. But surrounded by the bimbos and the one weird doofus romance model daddy she had, it wasn't like anyone would have been able to understand her anyway.
Helly used a finger to push down the now-broken zipper, pushing it down lower and lower, until Barbara's puffy pussy was exposed to the Bimbomancer's eyes, and that was when he pushed forward. Batgirl let out a hungry moan as the Bimbomancer pushed his cock into her, pushing her up against Helly for stability while sliding into her pussy and getting right to work at using her.
Whatever fragments of control might have been left in Batgirl fell apart under the push of the Bimbomancer's cock into her, a swell of sudden ecstasy making her call out in bold surrender for what hit her, the pleasures she was prepared to give up to in full. There was only delight and joy behind these feelings, the shiver and the want of needing to give in to all of this. The incredible satisfaction burned across her, and all that Batgirl could do was twist through it, staring up at the handsome, long-haired hunk who used her. The muscular man who stepped right out of a photo shoot to come here and use her, a man who suddenly felt like the man of her dreams.
"She needs a new name," Helly moaned, groping Batgirl's tits from behind while pushing her in tight, kissing along her neck. "What's her new name?"
"Batslut," the Bimbomancer said. "You're Batslut now."
"I'm Batslut now. That's like, so demeaning to women?" But she moaned through it, twisting against her teammate while letting every stroke into her pussy carry her along. "I'd never ever ever want to accept a name like that. I'm supposed to be a role model?" But there she was, giving up to the overbearing pressure and the joy of giving in to deeper pleasures, needy and hopeless, writhing about through pleasure too pure and too hungry to be able to deal with. "What are the girls who look up to me going to think?"
"That they should be bimbo babes too, duh," said the Bimbomancer. He didn't bother to think about her words on any meaningful level. His thrusts were reckless, speedy, burning forward with a reckless and indulgent need only to keep pushing her along, using Batslut without a care. Two new girls in one night. He was a lucky guy, and he was happy to keep the pace behind these wild pleasures, never afraid of just how good it could feel to give in to this, the pleasures that called only for pure pleasure. "Now stop talking about that and tell me how good my dick feels."
"It feels, like, totally stupendous, daddy," squealed Batslut, stuck in this middle ground, torn between ideas and of two minds about her own decline. The pleasure tore her asunder, keeping her hungrily, drunkenly giving up with little calm to the idea of just letting go. Every burn of need within her kept her needing more, kept her surrendering with less and less focus to ideas that made her lose her mind. She loved every second of it, accepting the burn of heat and fire she wanted to embrace.
Helly moaned louder, happy to keep indulging in this over the top, overbearing pleasure. It felt like the right way forward, and she was glad to see that Batslut had come with her for this and was now enjoying it as much. Her plan worked out so well! The last plan she'd ever have, of course, but that only made it more meaningful. Her final act as a girl with any thoughts in her head, and it was simply to sell herself and her friend out. With Rae-Rae still out cold, there wasn't even anyone now to come and get in the way. It was just the Bimbomancer, Helly, and the girl she brought him. It was perfect.
"In nature it's like, totally normal for dominant male animals to have more than one mate, so we're only like, doing what the animals do?" Barbara explained while taking the Bimbomancer's cock. Her voice lilted through hazy moans and through a burn of pleasure that kept her needing more, bouncing about through wild delights and a pleasure she didn't want to contain. There was so much to give up to in all of this, and she was eager to embrace all of it, moaning louder while all of this hit her. Batslut was still smart and she still had lots of things to say, even if nobody was going to listen to her anymore.
"Cool," was all the Bimbomancer said. He only cared about fucking a cute bimbo's tight pussy, and he worked to give this still-too-nerdy girl something to enjoy while pounding into her, using her body for his satisfaction and recklessly embracing the pleasure upon him. There was no reason to contain himself or behave while throwing his all into these thrusts, into strokes wearing her down until Batslut was simply lost to this all.
The pleasure was there. Irresistible. A little addictive, as she'd come to learn. There was nothing for Batslut to do but cum hard and learn to want more pleasure, to keep cumming, to keep serving. She had too many wits about her for her own good in the throes of just how much she meaningfully had left. There were surprises awaiting her, but in the throes of the moment, all she understood was the pleasure that made all her thoughts collapse completely.
"The risk of impregnation is, like, totally gro--" Batslut was cut off from this remark by her own howls of ecstasy. An orgasm surged through her body, and she twisted about in completely hopeless joy, giving in to all of these feelings as she let go, surrendering to the embrace of pure lust now. The Bimbomancer's cum pumped into her pussy, and she welcomed the utter joy of giving up to all of it, welcoming only the bliss of falling to pieces now. The one thing she'd been missing to truly understand was the joy of sexual relief, of the Bimbomancer cumming. Now that she had that, her thoughts began to fall into line.
"I gave you Batslut's pussy before mine to prove how good and loyal I am, but I want your cock in my pussy now, please, daddy." Helly grabbed his dick as it pulled out of Batslut. "Can I? Can I ride it?'
"Sure, Helly, but I want you to take one of those Bat-dildos on her belt and go ass to ass with her while you do. Use the Bat-lube to lube it up."
"Yes, lubrication is like, so important." Batslut made the word 'so' last for three seconds as she fished out the Bat-dildo and the Bat-lube to begin working at slicking it up for the task.
Helly heard what she needed to hear, through, pushing forward to grab the Bimbomancer and help him to the floor, climbing up onto him and grabbing his dick. "I'm such a good girl. I'm going to be your favorite, but I won't do it by being a bitch. I'll do it by doing anything to you. Anything you want. I'm such a good girl!" Helly sank herself happily down onto his cock, moaning her way through pushing onto it with all she had, embracing the bliss of letting herself go. She pulled her skirt up and watched as his cock vanished into her, every moan Helly let out expressing the delirious joy of having waited so long for this moment to have this pleasure with him.
Riding the Bimbomancer's cock brought everything together for the poor victim who had gotten away, for the girl who ran off only to lament her cowardice all this time. She'd tried so hard to find him, and now that she had his cock in her pussy and her body was 'perfect', she was content. She was who she was made to be. Who she wanted to be. Up and down his cock she went, looking over her shoulder to Batslut as the Bat-dildo finished getting lubed up.
One end slipped into Helly's ass, and then Batslut backed herself up against the other. The two girls' plush, fuckable, plump asses squished together as they settled in. Helly's hips were already working the pace of riding the Bimbomancer's cock, and Batslut began to work in complement to that to fuck back against Helly. "This should be like so good for you right now, Helly."
"It is, it is," moaned Helly. She welcomed anything at all. Going ass to ass with Batslut was something a bimbo would do. Something that the Bimbomancer made his girls do on camera. It was all coming together! Everything that Helly wanted, Helly finally got, and she was riding high on that pleasure, burning with remarkable confidence about the wicked passion of what she needed, the pleasures that carried her to lose herself utterly. The chance to surrender and succumb at long last was everything she needed, and she was going to make the most out of it.
"Anal stimulation is like, so choice." Batslut was happy to keep up with all of it, the pleasures of heaving back and forth. "So fresh!" She was happy to fuck herself back against Helly, their asses clapping together loudly while they gave in, embracing the utter surrender and chaos of what became inescapable. Pleasure was all she really cared about, surrendering to the hedonism she was almost too smart for, to a hedonism she was dragged down deep into while all sense melted away and she surrendered to a reality and a truth beyond reason. It was perfect, and it was all she really needed.
The Bimbomancer tugged at Helly's clothes to make her tits bounce out and free in his face. 'You look like such a real babe now," he told her. "I'm glad you came back for me, that's so cool." Eager hands groped at the tits he was sure to go in on when they got back to his hideout. He was fascinated by the utter joy behind this, pleasures he was going to make the most of. This was everything she wanted, and as he praised her for it, she felt herself only growing bolder and fiercer. There was so much here that just felt like everything she deserved.
No more masturbating to the videos. No more jealousy watching other girls have what she couldn't have. Huntress was now every bit the bimbo she was supposed to be, and she had her revenge on Rae-Rae for being able to steal the Bimbomancer's attention now. She was able to embrace this all, pleasures burning harder across her body and keeping her committed only to giving in to this mess. Every roll of her hips satisfied her dreams and his demands, and as her ass clapped back so loudly against Batslut's, Helly felt like she was only pushing closer toward being his perfect girl. She refused to be anything less, refused to hold back from the sheer joy of giving up to all of this. This was everything she'd ever wanted.
"I'm going to be daddy's favorite," Helly proclaimed, bold and eager, ready to make the most of pleasures ripping across her while all sense continued to bubble out of her. Her bimbo tits were so bouncy, her bimbo ass so jiggly, her bimbo lips moaning out the perfect, most dumb sounds of a girl committed only to cock. Her wide hips, her pretty make-up, her tight pussy... She'd been made perfect. Issues she had never had with herself until the burn of jealousy she saw upon seeing Rae-Rae for the first time were solved. This was what Helly was meant to look like. This was the ideal of Helly, and her life as it was, she never had to look at again. "Cum in me, daddy. Please cum in your new favorite bimbo good girl!"
The Bimbomancer didn't know about 'favorite', but the pleasure wasn't something he was going to argue with. The arguments of his girls were for them to solve. He just happily made the most of pumping Helly full of cum, making her thrash and squeal in wicked, moaning joy as he pushed her to the limit of sense, as he drove in to make sure she embraced every last bit of the ecstasies that she needed most. Her cries of joy were all he cared about, and they made clear the sheer want that came form such a sweet plunge into the deep end. Cum filled her to the brim.
Helly was overjoyed, both holes stimulated, pleasure crashing down upon her, and her thoughts ready to simply give in. she accepted it, surrendering fully to the need and the lust she wanted above everything else, until she just accepted how far gone she now was. Helly was happy. Helly had what she wanted.
Most importantly, Helly was a good girl.
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For all that Helly definitely still hated Rae-Rae, once she woke up, it was back to work. With three girls, the work went a lot faster; they knocked over any store with something valuable, clearing out shelves and stuffing bags full of valuables before they made their escape.
Rae-Rae was sure she had a problem with Helly now, too. The girl who was here to cause problems for her and to try and muscle in on her territory. Rae-Rae thought the feuding sisters would take care of themselves and leave her with all the attention from daddy she wanted, but Helly had it out for her, clearly. She'd get her revenge for the kick at some point, she knew it, but for now, she cooperated. Daddy had work for them to do.
Everyone stepped out of the mall with tons of goods that they could sell, and the job had gone off without a hitch. Batslut had no qualms about breaking the law now for him. "I read like, half of Das Kapital in college? And I think this is like totally wicked of us to do." Nobody listened to her.
It was almost a completed job and an issue put aside fully before the suddenness of a call across their communicators. Helly and Batslut hadn't lost those. Black Canary was on the other side, asking, "Did you guys get him? I was dealing with the kidnapping ring myself--thanks for that by the way--but I got them down. If you guys have the Bimbomancer, let me know, we can knock out two big fights in one night."
Helly and Batslut shared a look, then turned to the Bimbomancer, who gave a smirk and a nod.
"We've got him, but we need to move him to a location and hunker down," Helly said. She did her best to sound like her normal self. "Complicated. Can you come meet us? We can use some help with him."