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World Seven Hour Three
He was laying in the medical room’s modified tanning bed letting the artificial sun light recharge his batteries. He’d been ordered to do three hours a night by the medics as he was still recovering from the injuries that wanna be hero Faust had given him. “Fucking Sorcerers,” he muttered as he moved uncomfortable in the minimal garment he’d been told to wear to maximize yellow sun light exposure on his skin.
He heard the timer ding and the bed turned off letting him open it and stand up. He was surprised to see Supergirl sitting there giving him a hungry look. “Nice white g-string Ultra boy perhaps you should do away with the costume and just wear that.” He once again regretted their brief relationship when he’d first joined the syndicate as one of his fathers soldiers.
He ignored her leering face and began to look for his robe. “What did you do with my robe?” He asked annoyed that it wasn’t where he left it. “And what are you doing here anyway don’t you have things to be doing.”
“It’s behind me I was hoping you’d tear my clothes off and do me on the table before I gave it to you,” She said with a dark smirk. “But I don’t know if you’ll be in the mood after I tell you the bad news.” Her smirk got even more disturbing as she said, “I’m sorry to tell you this but Talon is dead.”
“What?” He yelled moving forward to pin her back against the wall. “You better be joking you sick twisted...” He didn’t get to finish as she shoved her hand down to cup his genitals in the thong and gave a quick squeeze. “Stop that,” he said backing up.
“I’m not joking he got blown up by some wanna be hero,” She said not looking the least bit disturbed. “I was figuring you could work off some of your aggression with me before you went on the warpath trying to find who did it.” She gave him a suggestive wink. “Come on Ultra Boy take me,” She gave him a dark leer. “You know you want too.”
He stalked past her and grabbed his robe pulling it on. “I’m going to find out if your telling the truth and if you aren’t you had best not be here.” He wondered how Superwoman could have screwed up so badly raising Cassandra after she’d taken her from her mother as an infant.
“Oh going to give me a spanking,” Supergirl said with a leer. “Come on Kon you’ve torn my clothes off and taken me roughly before what’s the problem now.” She frowned as she was looking at him. “Just because Owlman’s latest little bird is dead is no reason to get all depressed.”
“You don’t understand anything Cassandra,” he said darkly. He left the room then even though she didn’t know what Jason actually meant to him the fact she could right off the death of a friend of his disturbed him.
“You’ll be mine again sooner or later Ultra boy,” She called after him. “I’m the daughter of a god I always get what I want.” She threatened as he was leaving.
He ignored her despite her paternity he knew he could kill her without breaking a sweat if he had to. He began searching for someone he could trust to reveal if she’d been telling the truth or not about Jason. If Jason was dead then whoever was responsible was going to pay.
The End.
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World Seven Hour Three
He was laying in the medical room’s modified tanning bed letting the artificial sun light recharge his batteries. He’d been ordered to do three hours a night by the medics as he was still recovering from the injuries that wanna be hero Faust had given him. “Fucking Sorcerers,” he muttered as he moved uncomfortable in the minimal garment he’d been told to wear to maximize yellow sun light exposure on his skin.
He heard the timer ding and the bed turned off letting him open it and stand up. He was surprised to see Supergirl sitting there giving him a hungry look. “Nice white g-string Ultra boy perhaps you should do away with the costume and just wear that.” He once again regretted their brief relationship when he’d first joined the syndicate as one of his fathers soldiers.
He ignored her leering face and began to look for his robe. “What did you do with my robe?” He asked annoyed that it wasn’t where he left it. “And what are you doing here anyway don’t you have things to be doing.”
“It’s behind me I was hoping you’d tear my clothes off and do me on the table before I gave it to you,” She said with a dark smirk. “But I don’t know if you’ll be in the mood after I tell you the bad news.” Her smirk got even more disturbing as she said, “I’m sorry to tell you this but Talon is dead.”
“What?” He yelled moving forward to pin her back against the wall. “You better be joking you sick twisted...” He didn’t get to finish as she shoved her hand down to cup his genitals in the thong and gave a quick squeeze. “Stop that,” he said backing up.
“I’m not joking he got blown up by some wanna be hero,” She said not looking the least bit disturbed. “I was figuring you could work off some of your aggression with me before you went on the warpath trying to find who did it.” She gave him a suggestive wink. “Come on Ultra Boy take me,” She gave him a dark leer. “You know you want too.”
He stalked past her and grabbed his robe pulling it on. “I’m going to find out if your telling the truth and if you aren’t you had best not be here.” He wondered how Superwoman could have screwed up so badly raising Cassandra after she’d taken her from her mother as an infant.
“Oh going to give me a spanking,” Supergirl said with a leer. “Come on Kon you’ve torn my clothes off and taken me roughly before what’s the problem now.” She frowned as she was looking at him. “Just because Owlman’s latest little bird is dead is no reason to get all depressed.”
“You don’t understand anything Cassandra,” he said darkly. He left the room then even though she didn’t know what Jason actually meant to him the fact she could right off the death of a friend of his disturbed him.
“You’ll be mine again sooner or later Ultra boy,” She called after him. “I’m the daughter of a god I always get what I want.” She threatened as he was leaving.
He ignored her despite her paternity he knew he could kill her without breaking a sweat if he had to. He began searching for someone he could trust to reveal if she’d been telling the truth or not about Jason. If Jason was dead then whoever was responsible was going to pay.
The End.
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