I was going to wait a while before posting the next mini-series, but I couldn't figure out WHEN so... doing it now. Get it out of the way.
I don't own DC stuff
Gotham 20XX. Not much has changed apart from time… progress moved the great city forward. Flying cars, new-age tech, some new criminals.
Brand. New. Batman.
Speaking off.
"Terry." Bruce Wayne said softly as his protégé removed the cowl of his batsuit, climbing out of the Batmobile and stomping furiously towards him and slamming his hand onto a less expensive part of the bat computer's console.
"They got away again." Terry McGinnis sneered. "That's the FOURTH time those Jokerz got away!" The old man eyed the hotblooded teenager, running his hand over the ever-loyal Ace's head as the Bathound cooed at his touch. "How? New tech? Police connections? Magic?!" All of which are perfectly valid reasons.
Bruce shook his head slowly, rubbing his chin in thought as Terry did the same… a habit they both seemed to have. "…Come on." Bruce said finally, getting to his feet as Terry watched him, "Get changed… are you hungry?"
"…What?" Terry blinked surprised as he began to strip off the suit.
"Are you hungry? I could go for some grilled cheese." Terry stared at Bruce rather surprised but followed his older mentor eventually to the car.
One quick drive later.
"…What the slag is this place?" Terry breathed as he parked the car, opening the door like a chauffeur for Bruce as he got out, Ace right beside them as they approached the modernly updated building with the flashing lights of 'Superbabes' over the front. "Looks like a sleazy strip club."
"Hmmn... Come on." Bruce said, already heading towards the door. Once inside… Terry, being a healthy young man in late highschool… STARED.
He remembered a few old superhero documentaries Bruce, and the school, made him study that showed a few Superheroines in… skimpy outfits… and now they were EVERYWHERE, along with a few cheetah splicers wandering around as if it was normal. Splicing being somewhat Illegal... but they were just walking around in swimsuits.
…Wait was that Inque? And the Dee Dees? Before he could move on to the surprisingly accurate dress girls Bruce grabbed his arm as he approached a classic 'Wonder Woman' at the front. She definitely wasn't the real Wonder Woman however. Diana didn't have green eyes. Something really only the ever-observant Bruce noticed as most would just be staring at her generously large breasts and call it a night: including Terry.
He was still young, he'll learn... eventually.
"Hi.' She smiled prettily at them both. "…Table for two?" she glanced down at Ace and smiled, "He's a cutie!" apparently dogs were welcomed.
"Don't pet him." Bruce warned calmly. "…I'm here to talk to your boss." He began walking past her towards the back. "Is she in her office?"
"Ah-Hey! Excuse me!" she said firmly as a surprisingly accurate but busty 'Big Barda' suddenly stood imposingly in front of Bruce, crossing her arms warningly. Terry and Ace went to either defend or stop Bruce from making a scene when-
"Wonder Woman." A pretty older lady with flecks of blonde still in her silvery short hair shouted from the back room. "Boss says let them pass."
'Wonder Woman' blinked hesitantly between them, "…Okay Sierra." She said nervously as Bruce, Terry and Ace passed Sierra as she smiled and nodded to them.
They wandered into the employee lounge and Terry just… didn't know where to look. Dozens of beautiful women in various stages of dress giggled sweetly as they passed… one of them gave him a casual. "Hey Terry." As she tugged on an old-fashioned Harley Quinn jester hat.
"…Chelsea?!" he said surprised only for Bruce to grab his arm and drag him along.
"Stay focused." He said, eyeing an attractive Catwoman briefly with a sigh before he approached a closed door and knocked loudly.
"Come on in Bruce." Came the reply.
Bruce opened the door and all three entered. Terry blinked at the old woman, or at least she looked old. Her black hair was salt and peppered, but more heavily salted, she looked barely past fifty… and her eyes glowed with purple light. She actually smiled at Bruce, almost fondly… and a tiny crack appeared on the old man's stony, craggy face.
"Bruce." She said fondly.
"Orders." He replied while shutting the door behind them as Terry blinked surprised.
"…Wait are you asking her for orders?"
Orders sighed at the unwanted joke. Years on and people were STILL making fun of her moniker unintentionally. "…He the new Bat?"
"How did you know?" Bruce replied sarcastically as he sat down across from her as Ace pattered around to her side of the desk… she stroked his chin fondly. "I need a favor." She sighed, or perhaps cooed as she pet Ace.
"I'm not a young woman anymore Bruce. It still hurts."
"We both know that hasn't stopped you." He replied as she sighed again with a faint smile.
"…What do you need?"
Bruce grunted softly, "…A gang of Jokerz has been hitting scientific research labs across Gotham and I need to know when they're going to hit next. Or at least where they are."
Terry, looking far more confused than usual, blinked between them. "How is she going to-"
But Orders' eyes flickered. "…Ace Chemicals. The old rundown one that the crazies think should be a historical site." Bruce nodded.
"Go." He said to Terry as Terry stood firm.
"…Seriously?"
"Go. NOW." Bruce said firmly as Terry obeyed, charging out of the office as Bruce relaxed in the chair. "…Can I get a Cheetah meal to go?" Orders laughed melodiously..
"Certainly, Bats... Sierra!" The attractive older woman eventually opened and stuck her head in the doorway.
"Yeah, boss?"
"Get Mr. Wayne a Cheetah meal to go."
"Better make it two, Mrs. Kirby." Batman said politely in his 'Bruce Wayne' voice, he saves it for when he wants to be nice. He began scratching Ace's ear as he returned to his master's side, adding politely "And tell your husband, Tom, I said hello, I'll want his report on Monday." Sierra just smiled and closed the door behind her.
"…Don't suppose I could tempt you with one of my girls? I have a couple of lovely Catwomen who'd be HAPPY to escort you home." she noted knowingly.
"…They will never beat the original." He said fondly but back in his 'normal' tone. He also sounded a little forlorn as he said it before getting to his feet. "…It was good to see you again." He genuinely meant it, even if he didn't sound like it.
"…You are welcome here anytime…" she added, getting up with him, "The number of times you've looked out for my girls…" Bruce shrugged as Orders walked him out. "…I'm tempted to give you some freebies as a matter of honor."
"No thank you." He said politely as a few of the girls in the lounge eyed him, eagerly. An old, rich, trillionaire playboy? There were more than a few wanting to get their hooks into that.
"How about your new… ah… butler?" she smiled, walking with him as they headed out the back. "Where did you find that one?"
"He found me."
"Most apparently do."
"Then he robbed me."
"...That's a new one." She added thoughtfully, "Hey, Dee Dee." A pair of the raggedy twin red-headed clown girls stuck their heads through the doorway. They certainly put the Double Ds in Dee Dee. "Get our guest here his Cheetah grilled cheeses to go, on the house."
They saluted. "You got it boss." They said synchronized together before prancing off towards the kitchen. Their pawg booties bouncing in their tight white short-shorts, drawing attention from the patrons but naturally not Bruce himself. He was immune to Superbabes at any age.
"How's business?" Bruce asked casually, ignoring the fact that they were having this conversation in the middle of the lounge as the girls pranced and giggled, some half-naked. One completely naked but out of view in the locker rooms.
"Booming... there's always a market for beautiful girls… How's your 'business?'"
"Booming." He replied flatly, hand rubbing Ace's head as the loyal dog sat at his side. "…There will always be a market for my 'business'." He replied coolly as she nodded slowly. They were awkwardly quiet for a moment as Sierra stuck her head out of her own office.
"Boss, the orders are piling up, should I keep putting them on hold?"
Orders eyes flickered as she sneered softly. "Dee Dees, Inque, Aquagirl." The Dee Dees skidded back into the lounge, both carrying a Superbabes takeout bag with Bruce's grilled cheese. "You got one." she rubbed her head, glancing at Sierra. "Take care of it. And hang up on that guy ordering for Harley, Chelsea has enough shit going on..."
"Got it." She said popping back into her office."
Orders then added to Bruce casually, taking the food orders from the Dee Dees as she whispered "…Might want to have our mutual friend drop in on that last one…"
Bruce took the food under his arm, "…Send me the details, and I'll fill him in."
"…Tell him to drop by often…" Orders added. "Even out of uniform. He's cute…" Bruce raised an eyebrow at that. "…What?" she crossed her arms proudly. "…Reminds me of a really young Bruce Wayne." She rubbed Ace's head, he growled slightly but seemed more than content in letting her pet him. Considering what Ace does to people he doesn't like this was a high compliment to the Boss of Superbabes.
Bruce grunted grumpily as she escorted him to his car. "I'll tell him not to ask you for help, I want him to figure out how to do things on his own." She just chuckled good-naturedly.
"Didn't stop you."
"I was keeping an eye on you, getting a read on your powers and motivations." He put the food in the back seat and Ace hoped right in. "…Imagine my surprised when I figured out you really did just want to run your business in peace."
"I told you." She added rather lazily, before smirking. "…But maybe he won't be as prudish as you when it comes to getting some 'deliveries'." Bruce gave her a patented Old Man Wayne glare. "…He's a healthy young man." She added as Bruce got into the car. "I'll give him the friends and family discount." She leaned on the car, looking at him through the open window. "…Same applies to you Bruce." She noted, "…awful lonely in that mansion." She added lazily.
He smirked, "You're not in my will." He joked firmly, but she happily laughed.
"Give me time! I got a few girls who might be able to slip me in!" she ran her hand over Ace's head one last time. "…Visit Bruce." She said, "...I am always happy to help." Bruce, rather rudely but completely in character for him, rolled up the window as she waved him off. The car driving away. She sighed and ran her hands over her hair as her extra Thicc Inque strutted sensually out the front, carrying her delivery as her plump breasts and shapely ass jiggled in her tight blue bodysuit while she tossed her silky, wavy black hair sassily over her shoulder.
"Better get in there, boss, Jill and Jane are arguing about who gets to drive again." She said, her own automated bike zooming in front of her as she tossed an elegant leg over the seat, putting her helmet on before speeding off.
Orders, putting her 'Boss' face back on and her regular tone in her mouth, matched back in, "Will you two ditsy bimbos just get in the damn car! Flip a fucking coin! And Pinchy Steve! You keep your fucking hand away from Harley's ass or I swear I'll have Barda smack you so hard your grandfather will roll in his grave!"
End