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Superman Fucks Gotham	By : SierraLee Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 78613 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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It's finally, finally time for this chapter. This is one of my favorite characters and I wanted to include her from the very beginning, but it seemed most appropriate to start with the core Batman villainesses and then I got absorbed in setting up everything. All that's done, though, and I get to do this.
And yeah, yeah, comic book logic and crazy sex fantasy rules are in effect. Let's go!
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The moonlight fell softly over Gotham, yet reflected harshly from the two swords as they clashed. Once again, the violence transformed a thing of beauty into an ugly reality. If she had been a fraction of a second slower, her corpse would be lying on the rooftop and then the scene would have been peaceful again.
Cassandra Cain barely raised her sword in time to deflect the next blow, yet it still drove her backward. She skidded several paces across the roof and raised her blade back into position, even though the conflict had left no doubt as to the eventual victor. The most she could do was delay the inevitable.
Across the roof, Lady Shiva frowned scornfully. The other woman was incredibly beautiful despite her expression. She wore a stiff red and black uniform and hadn't even deigned to remove the outer jacket to fight seriously. When the blade in her hand began to shift, Cassandra couldn't quite follow the movements.
She felt tears in the corners of her eyes and was grateful that her mask covered her entire face. Everything in her life was broken. Just when she thought she'd gained enough speech to communicate with other human beings, she'd been robbed of her ability to read body language. How that worked didn't make sense to her, yet it made her unable to keep up with a grandmaster like Lady Shiva.
Without warning Shiva flowed across the roof, her blade flashing out from all directions. Cassandra managed to avoid injury on pure instinct, but the movements were beyond her. She could only survive by retreating with every blow. Turning to run would be instant death, yet standing her ground meant she would die by a thousand tiny cuts.
There was no one there to help her, either. Once, fleeing to Gotham would have meant she had allies. Yet now it was a lawless wasteland that held nothing for her, either to save her life or to repair her shattered being. Perhaps death was the easiest way out...
Pain shot through her shoulder and it was over.
Her uniform managed to turn the blade and prevent a serious injury, but her involuntary flinch was far more time than Shiva needed. In an instant her sword had opened superficial cuts on Cassandra's arms and legs. She dropped her sword and collapsed to her knees.
If Lady Shiva wanted to kill her, she could have done so. Keeping her alive meant...
"You're pathetic." Shiva returned her sword to its sheath. "You're not even worth killing as you are now."
Cassandra stared back at her flatly.
"Given time, however, you might be a worthy opponent. Return to me, daughter, and I will train you to be a true warrior. The assassin that you were born to be."
"Never."
"You say that now, but-" Shiva cut off irritably as a soft sound interrupted them. She placed a finger to her ear and listened for a moment, her scowl deepening. "I almost have her, Talia. Leaving now is-" Though Cassandra strained her ears, she couldn't hear the other end of the conversation. "Why should we trust the clown? Even if - no, I understand. As you command."
Shiva vanished from view and Cassandra threw herself aside desperately. The sword cut through one of the spines atop her mask, but she'd avoided a killing blow. Though Shiva came at her with utter seriousness, trying to kill with every strike, Cassandra could just keep ahead of her. She was burning through her reserves, but when pushed to the edge she couldn't let herself die.
Though she could avoid the deadly attacks, a master like Shiva used her entire body as a weapon. One foot hit Cassandra's chest, perfectly activating her pressure point. She hurled back across the rooftop, hitting the side and flipping over the edge. Though she desperately grabbed for a fire escape on her way down, the most she could do was slow her fall to avoid breaking her legs.
Struggling through the pain, she managed to stare upward toward her death. Yet though Shiva was standing on the edge of the roof, she was arguing with Talia instead of pursuing. Finally she cursed. "Send the helicopter, I'll escape on my own. That should distract him long enough for the girl to die."
Turning away, Shiva utterly erased her presence and vanished from the rooftop. But before she went, she tossed something over her shoulder. It fell slowly toward Cassandra and she recognized the bomb. She knew the make and model exactly, and there was nothing she could do. Even if she hadn't been stunned and injured, there wasn't time to escape its range. It wasn't humanly possible.
Then everything changed.
Though her body couldn't keep up with superman speeds, experience had trained her reflexes to react to speedsters. Yet even to her reflexes, Superman simply seemed to appear. He caught the bomb in his hands and though it exploded in response to the pressure, she barely saw the explosion between his fingers.
His next movements were just within her ability to perceive: Superman discarded the fragments of the bomb, looked at her in concern, then gently swept her up in his arms. A moment later they were floating over the rooftops.
"Don't worry, you're safe now." Held against his chest, she could feel his voice vibrating through her entire body. Though she wanted to relax and let herself give in to the weariness, she couldn't stop until it was over.
"Lady... Shiva..."
"Ah, the helicopter." She tried to tell him it was a diversion, but in the time it took her to open her lips he had already moved.
They were suddenly several blocks away and Superman was tearing the blades from a top of the helicopter. He did it so quickly she barely even felt his arm leave her legs. The members of the League of Assassins started to look up in surprise, but an instant later they were unconscious in a pile. Lady Shiva wasn't among them, of course.
"She..." Her voice was so dry she couldn't get out any other words, yet Superman nodded in understanding.
"She sacrificed them to make her escape, didn't she? I'm listening and looking for her, but she's hidden herself well. Most likely she's gone." He smiled warmly down at her. "But it's alright. You can rest now."
Cassandra let her head fall to rest against his broad chest, the last image in her fading vision the S emblem. It meant something to her, more than most other superheroes. Superman had absolute power to kill, yet he never did. He represented a perfect denial of the assertion of force that others believed should control her life.
Resting against his chest, Cassandra finally let exhaustion claim her.
X X X
Though Cassandra woke in a surprising degree of comfort, her training didn't allow her to relax. She kept her eyes closed and her heart rate and breathing even while she took stock. There was no immediate sense of danger and her injuries had been treated. She lay on a soft bed without covers and the air was just slightly cooler than the usual room temperature: familiar conditions for multiple underground bases.
Her personal inventory completed in a moment, Cassandra began to draw more information from her environment. That turned out not to require any special skills, because two female voices were currently engaged in conversation.
"And we don't know anything about why the League was in Gotham?" Barbara Gordon's voice, comfortingly familiar. That meant they were likely in the Batcave.
"Nothing, but hopefully she'll be able to tell us when she wakes up." It took Cassandra several words to recognize the voice as Poison Ivy simply because it made so little sense. Cassandra was exceedingly familiar with turns between good and evil, but it didn't seem likely that Oracle and Poison Ivy would just be casually chatting.
Barbara began typing rapidly. "Tell me, when Superman showed up with Cassandra, had he...? You know."
"Just rescued her like a gentleman, as far as I know. Why, are you jealous there's another Batgirl in the cave?" Cassandra felt her breathing nearly shift before controlling herself again. What were they talking about?
"She's going by Black Bat now," Barbara said, mildly distracted. "But no, I just wanted to know whether or not the scans I took of her were useful. I need to form a baseline for radiation levels, but all our numbers are far too high for obvious reasons."
"You couldn't get a baseline from the atmosphere or civilians in our territory?"
"I tried, but the results weren't very helpful. There's some radiation everywhere in the atmosphere, yet the average person on the street doesn't seem to retain any of it. None whatsoever, even though they're being irradiated every day."
"Is it related to the metagene, then?"
"I don't think so. I also scanned my father and he gave off high levels - higher than some of the criminals we have imprisoned."
"How is he, by the way?"
"What, you're concerned for his health now?"
Poison Ivy sighed, a shockingly human sound. "Babs, do you really think about me that way? I'll have you know I saved his life from the Joker venom, when things first went bad."
"Sorry, just... I'm a little sensitive about Dad, because our last conversation was so uncomfortable. I couldn't tell him the truth for reasons I think should be obvious."
That got nothing but a sultry laugh, which didn't exactly help Cassandra understand what they meant. She wanted to look at them and see what information she could get from their body language - even limited as she was, it might help her with some context. But they sounded relatively close to her and she didn't want to risk them realizing she was awake.
"In any case," Barbara said, "I'll assume these are Cassandra's normal numbers. It looks like she's been irradiated well above average. Unless she has someone like Superman, that's strange. We'll have to ask her if anything has been different in her life lately. Hmm, I'll have to check the files..."
They subsided into work and Cassandra realized she was being unnecessarily cautious. Whatever Poison Ivy was doing there, they were clearly on her side. If they'd wanted to hurt her they could have and she couldn't believe that Superman of all people would have ulterior motives.
Cassandra opened her eyes and sat up, discovering that she was lying on a medical bed in the Batcave. Her cape and several pieces of her uniform lay beside the bed, cleaned and repaired. Yes, she was still among family. Poison Ivy was tinkering with several vials, but Barbara looked back at her and smiled as soon as she sat up.
"Cassandra, I'm glad to see you up. Your wounds didn't look bad, but you were out for so long, I started to worry."
"Just tired..." Cassandra rubbed her eyes slowly. "What's happening?"
"We were hoping you could tell us that. There hasn't been any League of Assassins activity in Gotham for months and then Lady Shiva shows up trying to kill you? Superman captured several groups attempting to flee, but none of them have any information except that they were tracking you."
"They were." It took some effort to formulate the words she wanted - this was what she'd given up her fighting ability for? "What are you... doing back in Gotham?"
"Trying to make a difference." Barbara wheeled back so she could rest one arm on the computer console. "Now isn't the time to get into the details, but there's something amiss. Everything that's been going wrong in the world might be more tied together than we think. If you have other business you need to resolve, though, we'll support you on your way."
"Who is 'we'?"
Barbara smiled oddly. "That's actually a tricky question, since-"
Cassandra tensed her body instinctively as she sensed someone arriving at superhuman speed, but it was only Superman. In an instant he hovered in the center of the room, his arms folded over his powerful chest. She was immediately struck by how similar he looked to Superboy, especially those clear eyes that she could fall into. Except whenever she met Superboy's eyes she was reminded that he hadn't experienced nearly as much as she had, whereas Superman...
To distract herself, she made sure to note the others' responses as well. The most striking was that they didn't flinch at all, as most humans did when someone appeared out of nowhere. They just smiled at him familiarly. In fact, their body language was far more relaxed than she considered normal. Clearly they were comfortable working together, but that couldn't be the whole story.
"Cassandra." Superman nodded to her. "I'm glad to see you're well."
"You... know who I am?" Even though she'd worked with Batman, Cassandra felt like the whole JLA existed on another plane. They were figures she read about in newspapers, not people who used her name so easily.
"Of course. I always keep track of the strongest members of the Bat Family."
Part of her thrilled to hear him say that, but it was also an unpleasant reminder of what had happened to her. Cassandra looked down at her hands. "Not anymore. I'm... weak."
Poison Ivy scoffed. "Because you couldn't beat the greatest martial arts master in the world? Poor you."
"Ivy." Just by speaking her name, Superman wiped the scorn off her face. She shot an apologetic glance toward them, though more to Superman than to her. Cassandra realized that she'd been insensitive, but also that Superman understood part of how she felt: most likely every time in his life that he'd felt weak, he'd still been stronger than almost all human beings.
Barbara wheeled closer and put a hand on her knee. "If you need to talk, Cass..."
"I need time." Cassandra took a deep breath and looked between them. "Can I... stay here? For a while?"
That prompted a quick exchange of glances... except for Superman, who didn't look away even once. After a brief pause, he nodded. "We'll get you a room in Wayne Mansion. Stay as long as you like."
X X X
Over the next several days, Cassandra recovered from her injuries and did her best to get to the bottom of what was going on. No one was obviously keeping anything from her, but she didn't feel verbally confident enough to really interrogate any of them, either.
Many facts were no secret and surprised her slightly. Superman had taken over part of Gotham, but he ruled benevolently and seemed to be doing a better job keeping criminals imprisoned than Arkham or Blackgate ever had. Given that Gotham was a lawless zone, it wasn't even technically illegal, though that didn't particularly concern her.
That, however, was clearly not the whole story. Almost all of Superman's allies were female supervillains, apparently converted to the side of justice. After seeing them consistently work together Cassandra had to admit they seemed to be sincere, but it was still incredibly suspicious. And given how large the Batcave and connected tunnels were, she could never see more than a few of them at once.
They couldn't hide everything from her, however. Cassandra watched their body language closely, and while everyone displayed a normal range of emotions, there was one exception: when they were near Superman. Some inclined toward him, others changed their breathing, most exhibited eye dilation.
All of those would have been appropriate if they were simply attracted to Superman, but that wasn't all. The women also displayed subtle signs that she had previously only seen between lovers. Yet if she was correct that would mean... would mean...
Just as Cassandra was convincing herself that her body reading skills were simply misfiring, she spotted Superman walking with Catwoman and the Huntress. They were discussing enforcement inside their part of Gotham, yet there was something more. When Cassie started to follow them, they vanished along with Superman in a burst of superhuman speed.
That alone was nothing unusual, since Superman was the quickest method of transportation. But Cassandra refused to let herself be distracted and methodically combed the Batcave for the missing women. She found them half an hour later, walking down in the opposite direction down her corridor. They passed her with polite nods and moved on.
As soon as they were past, Cassandra froze in place. It didn't take any particular reading skill to notice their clothes in disarray, the involuntary muscle relaxation, and the way they favored their hips. All signs of women who had recently been having rather vigorous sex. And since they'd disappeared with Superman...
"Hiya!" Harley Quinn appeared from a nearby doorway and swung her hammer directly at Cassandra's face.
Instinct took over, flipping her backward and out of range of the hammer. Yet when she returned to her feet, Harley was already coming after her. Though she didn't know what the abrupt attack was about, Cassandra decided to end it quickly, grabbing the hammer and quickly disarming-
Her back hit the wall. She was stunned for a moment, and in that moment Harley attacked again. Cassandra retreated in confusion. Harley's erratic style wasn't to be underestimated, but normally she wasn't a real threat. Yet now she was legitimately pushing her back, and Cassandra realized she'd need to take the fight completely seriously to win.
Had she become so weak? As she ducked under the massive hammer, Cassandra realized that wasn't true. Somehow, Harley Quinn had become surprisingly strong. Wild as her style seemed, it was faster and more efficient than it had ever been before. That meant... what did it mean?
"That's better!" Harley flipped the hammer up to rest on her shoulder. "You were looking glum, I figured a good fight would perk ya right up!"
"...thank you?" Since Harley didn't give consistent body language cues, Cassandra was left with only social context to guess what exactly she meant. And that was not exactly helpful either.
"Heard ya got weaker after you learned to talk. That doesn't make a lotta sense, does it?"
It didn't, really, but Cassandra had long since come to terms with that. Yet Harley just kept grinning at her... was it some bizarre form of mockery? Before Cassandra could become too uncomfortable, Harley spoke up again.
"You've been making a lot of strange choices lately. Why?"
The question didn't seem to make sense, yet Cassandra couldn't dismiss it immediately. She had spent nights lying awake, wondering about the choices that she'd made. At times it almost seemed like she wasn't herself, and yet...
Cassandra shook her head. "I don't understand."
Harley frowned. "Ya mean ya didn't feel the difference when Supes took ya? At all?"
"W-what?" Cassandra couldn't hide the shock on her face. Superman had been nothing but kind to her since she'd arrived, and the suggestion that he'd forcibly... yet Harley didn't seem even vaguely concerned by that. Instead, she sighed in exasperation.
"He hasn't yet?" Harley ran her eyes up and down Cassandra's body. "What's wrong with him? I gotta go ask him..." She wandered off with as little explanation as when she'd arrived, leaving Cassandra standing in the corridor thoroughly befuddled.
She tried to convince herself that it was a massive misunderstanding, that she'd misconstrued the clues in the entirely wrong direction. As the day continued, however, the self-deception wore increasingly thin. Eventually she began to steel herself to the idea that Superman really was having sex with all these women like they were some kind of harem.
The problem was, they all seemed so happy. It didn't make any sense to her and it was easier not to think about it, yet her mind couldn't let the matter go. Cassandra stumbled her way to one of the Batcave's training rooms.
Earlier in her life, before she'd become used to the softness of beds, she'd sometimes gone to sleep on the mats. The equipment was in good condition and showed signs of recent use, and sure enough, she found the familiar mats. After considering for some time, Cassandra set one down in a mostly hidden nook and lay on it. If anyone came to use the room, hopefully they would miss her and let her sleep.
Dark thoughts and dark dreams blurred together somewhere between wakefulness and sleep, but it was better than nothing. Just as she was beginning to feel rested, a shift in the air jolted her awake. The next moment Superman appeared in the room...
...with Barbara Gordon impaled on his cock, screaming.
For several seconds Cassandra was too stunned to do anything. Superman floated in a seated position so that Barbara could sit comfortably on his lap, though it couldn't be too comfortable with such an enormous piece of meat inside her. She finished thrashing and slumped against him, as if he'd fucked the life out of her.
Though her hand had tightened on one of the batarangs at her wrist, Cassandra couldn't move. She desperately wanted to help her friend, but what could she possibly do against Superman? Though he hadn't noticed her presence, if he saw her... she didn't want to think about that, but she still found herself crouching to move.
Then Barbara swept her hair out of her face, laughed affectionately, and kissed him on the lips. Superman smiled back and pulled her closer, stroking her hair. As Barbara rested her head against his chest, Superman looked around the training room. Cassandra's breath caught in her throat, but he was focused on the equipment, not really looking, and didn't see her.
"You really wanted to come here?"
"Oh, I came alright."
"Seriously, though. This room doesn't bother you?"
"Not at all." Barbara shifted herself to a more comfortable position on his lap and at that moment Cassandra realized that Superman was still fully erect inside of her. "I have only good memories of the time I spent here. The fact that I can't train in the same way doesn't remove them at all."
"Did you come to reminisce, or did you have something in mind?"
Barbara gave a lascivious grin Cassandra had never seen before. "Oh, I have some ideas. But not just yet - if we go again now, you'll fuck me in half."
"We have all the time in the world." Superman took her chin and gently drew her face up to his for a long kiss. After they parted they were quiet and peaceful for some time before Barbara spoke up again.
"I missed this. It's hard keeping Cass in the dark."
"Her body has recovered, but she's waiting for something before she leaves. I'd hoped one of you could give her the help she needed."
"What she needs," Barbara wiggled her hips, "is your cock inside her." Cassandra nearly gasped and held herself perfectly still to suppress any future reactions.
Superman rolled his eyes. "She's had a difficult enough life already."
"And that's why you need to fuck her. Come on, you know I only want what's best for Cass. Just admit that she'd be much happier that way - in a way you could say she deserves this more than anyone."
"Whatever this is, it's close enough to magic. I'm not using it on heroes."
"But we could use more good girls in here! And I'm not telling you to rape her, just make the offer. There's no need to act so fatherly all the time."
After a long pause, Superman sighed. His hands ran down to rest on Barbara's hips, where he began rocking her slowly. "If you're so adamant about this, you can bring it up yourself."
"Believe it or not, women don't spend that much time sitting around talking about cocks." But as she spoke, Barbara began to bounce slightly on his.
"Says the woman obsessed with harem collecting."
If Barbara had a rejoinder to that, it was drowned out by the first of her moans. Even after settling into a rhythm, it was the most she could do to gasp out something about going to the training bars. Superman moved her there and Barbara hung from the bars, so he held her legs in position while fucking her. She arched her back and began groaning even more intensely.
She looked so happy, Cassandra realized that it must be in some way therapeutic. Perhaps like this, Barbara's paralyzed legs taken out of the equation by superhuman strength while she held herself up, she could forget about difficult years of fatigue and enjoy herself like a much more carefree woman.
That was what began to erode Cassandra's control. A giant cock was at best a potential positive to work with, but the sight of Barbara fucking so happily had an impact on even the assassin's heart. Superman wasn't just fucking these women's bodies, he was fucking all of them as people. That was a kind of masculinity that made her heart quicken, just a few beats...
Enough that Superman's eyes flickered up to look at her.
Cassandra thought she saw a millisecond of surprise, enough that she believed he really hadn't seen her before. Those clear blue eyes locked on hers made her body begin to heat up, but after a moment Superman looked away. Instead he buried his face in Barbara's hair and moved with her, working their rocking movements up to forceful thrusts.
Barbara screamed again and her arms fell to wrap around Superman's neck. They vanished the next moment, leaving Cassandra's eyes boring into empty space. Her suppressed desires usually stayed submerged, but now she struggled to find inner peace.
Abruptly she scrambled to her feet, sprinting to her room. By the time she had arrived she had calmed down, but she didn't slow her movements. First and most importantly, she pulled her mask over her face, giving her some degree of separation from the world around her.
She also collected her weapons. If Superman tried to force himself on her, she'd do her best to fight him. But if he didn't, if he just arrived with an offer, maybe the weapons would help keep her focused. Because right now, the idea of being with someone like Superman made something deep inside her shudder...
Cassandra waited alertly for several minutes before realizing that he wasn't coming. Maybe he was finishing off Barbara, or moving on to one of his other women, but she realized that she didn't really believe that. Despite everything else she'd seen, he was still Superman: he wouldn't just show up in her room after an encounter like that.
Instead of waiting any longer, Cassandra walked out of the Batcave. No one stopped her. She took a long walk around Wayne Manor until her head cleared, then headed back down into the tunnels. No sign of Superman, though if he wanted to watch her from afar there was nothing she could do to detect him. The others she passed treated her exactly the same way as before.
Selina was the only person sitting at the computer and Barbara's wheelchair was gone. On a hunch, Cassandra headed to Barbara's private room. Sure enough, her wheelchair sat beside her bed. Barbara had been tucked under the covers and lay in satiated exhaustion. Cassandra came and sat down beside her, but didn't say anything.
"Hey, Cass." Barbara smiled up at her. "I'm a little tired, I've been working myself too hard latel-"
"I... saw."
Barbara's smiled receded. "Ah. I wondered when this would happen."
Cassandra didn't answer.
"The other part wasn't a lie, though. When I work too long, my body builds up tension, so I asked him to help me relieve it."
There was nothing to say to that.
"Don't be like that, Cass. If you're here, you obviously want to talk."
She took a deep breath. "It's... actually that... good?"
"It's better." Barbara ran one hand through her hair and smiled broadly. "Our world is a broken, fucked up place. You should know that better than anyone."
"And a... a... magic dick is going to... fix it?"
"Oh, this is broken too, I won't deny that. But it's broken in a much, much more enjoyable way. I'm not telling you to do anything you don't want to do, Cass. Just giving a recommendation as a friend."
After sitting on the bed silently for a long time, Cassandra reached out and took her friend's hand.
X X X
She waited a full 24 hours, calming her mind and trying to convince herself that she wasn't acting on impulse. But in the end, Cassandra found herself putting on her full Black Bat uniform and sneaking into Superman's room. She wrapped herself in her cloak and melted into the shadows to wait. If he brought one of the others back to his room, she'd regret it, but if he was alone...
Soon enough he appeared, moving at a surprisingly slow speed for Superman. He took off his cape but didn't disrobe further, instead going about a strangely normal routine. Watching Superman brush his teeth was bizarre, but she couldn't take it at face value.
"You know... I'm here, don't you?"
"Yes." Superman rinsed out his mouth and looked directly at her. "I've been paying close attention to your heartbeat since I overlooked you earlier. I apologize for that, by the way."
She didn't answer that, still staring at him. Her mouth felt dry, but she forced herself to speak again. "Why brush them?"
"My teeth?" Superman chuckled and looked down at his toothbrush. "Honestly, probably in part because my parents taught me to. But it's still a good idea. My teeth don't seem to decay, no matter what I eat, but stuff can still get stuck to them. They'd get nasty without cleaning, and no one wants to see that."
"I see." There was so much she wanted to say to him, but she knew if she tried to express herself too complexly she'd stumble over her words and feel even more a fool. It didn't help that she was still crouching uselessly in the darkness like a maniac.
Superman left the bathroom and stood watching her. He didn't block her path to the exit, which she vaguely appreciated even though a few feet made no difference whatsoever to his ability to stop her. Somehow that realization was freeing and she came to stand in front of him.
"You have... all these women."
Not a question, but he nodded. "Yes."
"Do you... want me?"
"It isn't like that. I'd never take you against your wil-"
Cassandra grabbed the front of his costume with both hands. "No. Do you want me?"
He stared at her for a long moment, then swallowed. "How could I not?"
She threw herself at him then. He could have chosen to avoid her, even at close range, but he stayed in place and let her wrap her arms around his neck. There, with his eyes piercing through her mask, she focused on putting all her feelings into a few clear words.
"I want you. Do we... need anything else?"
In response, he put his arms around her. Even if he hadn't been the strongest man in the world, from that moment on she was helpless. Her entire body was burning up as his hands slid down her back. He caressed her, slowly and gently, even though she wouldn't have objected if he'd thrown her down and taken her right there.
Piece by piece he removed her uniform, kissing the bare skin as it hit the cold air. He saw the scars covering her body and unlike Superboy, he didn't hesitate. She found herself smiling, shyer than she'd expected. When he touched her mask she held onto it and he didn't press the matter further. Not that he needed to, with her body bare before him.
His hands cupped her breasts, massaging gently, and she pushed her nipples harder into his palms. Her breasts fit his hands perfectly, and for the first time Cassandra was glad for her breasts that seemed to push out disproportionately from her uniform. Of course, given the way Superman was looking at her, she doubted he'd have cared if she had none at all.
By the time he let her crawl on top of him, she was dripping wet. His cock felt much larger than it looked, forcing her to ease herself down on it slowly. Though he let her set the pace until she was comfortable, somehow he knew that she wanted him to take control. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, he slid his hands down to her hips and began moving her. The pleasure radiating through her body made her shudder and fall against his chest.
Something inside her was breaking, but Cassandra set it aside in order to focus on the man beneath her. She set a hand on his firm chest and pushed herself back up, beginning to move with him. He lay back and matched her move for move.
Though she'd planned to draw out the experience, she found herself riding him harder and harder. Lying beneath her, he looked so powerful. He had all the things that had attracted her to Superboy, except he was no insecure boy. Cassandra gave a slight cry as she began to force herself up and down at a ferocious rate.
When she came she fell forward again, but even though her body had relaxed, she hadn't had enough. Just when she'd drawn enough breath to tell him, Superman flipped her over onto her back. His first thrust inside her made her scream again.
Cassandra shook beneath him as he pounded into her, meeting the movements of her hips just perfectly. All at once the mask was in the way and she had to tear it off, hurling it aside before kissing him. The kiss was intense but brief before she fell back and stared up at him as she received his thrusts. Though he could have looked at her face at any time with his x-ray vision, only then did his eyes caress it the same way they had the rest of her body.
As she came again, she realized that she was his. It didn't matter what Barbara had said, or what was actually happening, all that mattered was what they were feeling in that moment. Superman brought her to peak after peak before finally releasing himself inside her exhausted body.
When he lay down, she was too tired to move after him, but he pulled her onto his broad chest. She could only lie there for a while, mind blissfully blank. Eventually her other concerns began to creep back into her mind, including those things that she'd put off.
"I need... to think." She pushed herself up enough to look into his eyes. "But not about... this. I don't regret a thing."
"Good. Neither do I."
"I'm yours. And... I want to do this... with Barbara."
That got another smile from him. "You won't get any objections from me."
"But now, I need to think."
He pulled her back against him and she was happy to lie there. One hand stroked her back gently while the other tangled in her hair. That could be enough for her, for an eternity.
But not for the next several minutes. While they'd moved together, Cassandra had felt almost like her old self. Perhaps she really had been, in the same way that she'd been someone else. Recently, she'd felt like so many different people...
Perhaps she could just choose who she wanted to be.
X X X
Cassandra walked into the training room silently, drawing no attention from those gathered there. She hadn't intended to find an audience, but it didn't matter. Harley was there, leaning on her hammer as she watched Calendar Girl and Ten spar. Eventually her eyes shifted over, saw her, and lit up.
Without a word, Cassandra raised a hand palm up and gestured. The others didn't quite understand, but Harley grinned and lunged at her, hammer swinging. She was even faster than before, and her movements defied simple patterns.
The hammer came down at her head but Cassandra's fingers brushed the side, turning it away. She grasped the handle and tossed it aside, but Harley had already abandoned it entirely. Her fists and legs flashed out in a wild assault, sorely pressing Cassandra to deflect them... with the only hand she'd used so far.
She struck Harley in the stomach with her other palm, tossing her across the room and into a pile of mats. All the other sparring had stopped. They stared at her and she could read everything in their bodies, from amusement to uncertainty to defensive preparations. Cassandra stared at her hand for a moment, still raised in midair, then lowered it.
"Thank you for your words on identity, Harley."
"Whoo!" Harley popped up from beneath the pile with both fists in the air. "Ya did it!"
"Yes. I feel more myself than I have in a long time."
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Looks like this one is going to be a two-parter. That's not my usual plan (I want most chapters to be vignettes moving along the larger story) but that's how this one turned out. What can I say? It's Cassandra. ^-^
If you're wondering about exact chronologies, by the way, this story doesn't exist exactly in comics continuity. It's obviously inspired by certain events, but this is its own separate universe where all the stories kind of just coexist comparably to how they do in real life.
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