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Chapter List
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Protection II
“I’m gonna need some info on him…”
Terry cautiously backed away as the half-ton malleable menace slowly loomed towards him. Bruce watched him from the Batcave through Terry’s view-screen intently, and noticed that Matt Hagen didn’t look to have aged one day.
“Terry, get airborne!” Bruce told him. “Give him a moving target!”
McGinnis heeded his boss’ advice, igniting his rocket boots and soaring into the air. Clayface went on the offensive, firing globs of clay in an attempt to ground him. Batman maneuvered almost masterfully to avoid the projectiles, but one glob was missed, and caught both of Terry’s boots causing him to crash land into a pile of boxes. Unfazed by the fall, he quickly hopped to his feet and withdrew a Batarang, flinging it at Hagen. Unfortunately Clayface easily deflected it, morphing his chest into a metal plate.
“You think that little parlor trick’ll work against me?” He mocked. “Not even the original could keep me down.” Extending his arm, he shot a stream of clay forward which engulfed Batman, slamming him against the wall. “And you’re just some two-bit stand-in trying to fill his shoes.”
Terry quickly noticed the clay spreading over his body, smothering him and leaving him barely able to move. It took nearly all of his might, but he shifted his arm down to his belt, and pressed down on the red button on the buckle.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
Over a hundred watts of electricity coursed through Hagen’s body, forcing him to relent and giving Terry a moment to breathe as Bruce advised him.
“He’s vulnerable to Electricity, Fire and Solvent.” Terry’s mentor revealed. “And watch his attacks; he can shape-shift into any weapon.”
Terry got an up-close look at that last ability as Clayface hand morphed into a large hatchet which he brought down with power. He dodged the deadly attack and prepared to counter accordingly until he noticed backup coming into the fray…in the form of the Dee Dees. Charging from behind, Delia & Deidre planted both of their feet into Clayface’s back, sending him and them stumbling into another pile of boxes.
The attack gave Batman a breather, one he used to rearm himself with another electric Batarang. A moment later, the Dee-Dee twins dug themselves from under the debris.
“You two OK?” Terry asked.
“Doing better than that pile of mud, right Dee-Dee?” Delia answered.
“You can say that again.” Deidre added.
Delia paused a moment, then came to a sudden realization. “You’re not my sister!”
‘Deidre’ responded with a devious grin as she held up her left hand. It morphed into clay that shot out and trapped Delia against the wall, exposing Clayface’s identity. A moment later, the real Deidre wearily uncovered herself from the pile, and was trapped by Hagen.
Terry reeled back to let fly with another shock, until Bruce stopped him. “NO! It’ll channel through him into the twins!”
Bruce was right; there was no way to shock Clayface without both Dee Dees feeling it. But Terry quickly found another method to deal with the situation. Two Batarangs ejected from the sides of his suit, and he flung them with masterful aim, hitting Hagen right in his ‘neck’. And thankfully for the Dee Dees…
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!
…they were explosive. The blast caused his head to erupt, as he staggered backwards, releasing the twins. “That wasn’t a fatal move, was it?” Terry asked.
“Not nearly.” Bruce told him.
And Terry saw why, as Hagen’s body found its way to a drainage pipe and slipped through it, making his escape. Instinctively Terry went to give chase, but held up as he saw the twins still lying on the floor and went to check on them. They were weary, and Delia was gasping to catch her breath, but they weren’t worst for wear, something which Terry was grateful for as he activated his communicator to contact Bruce.
“We need to have a talk…”
“Tell me everything you know…”
Those were the first words to leave Terry’s mouth as he parked the Batmobile on its landing pad. Hopping out of the driver’s seat, he glided across the gap that separated the pad from the rest of the cave, and walked over to Bruce; who was already bringing up data at the computer.
“Here’s who you’re dealing with…” Bruce told his heir. The console screen displayed Matt Hagen’s entire dossier.
Terry carefully read over the information. “This isn’t a Joker situation, is it?”
“No.” Bruce answered. “But it’s no less dangerous. Don’t underestimate him.”
“How can I underestimate someone who makes Inque look like a lightweight?” Terry responded.
“He was an actor…” Bruce began. “One of the best in my time, but an accident disfigured him to the point where work was nearly impossible. To save his career he made a deal with Roland Daggett to try a new facial cream called Renuyu; the cream worked, but Daggett made Hagen pay by pulling off crimes.”
“So it was the cream that turned him?” Terry asked, to which Bruce nodded. “But how?”
“Hagen tried to impersonate me to kill Lucius Fox.” Bruce continued. “When he failed, Daggett tried to drown him in a canister of the cream; but it bonded with Hagen’s skin…”
“Turning him into that lump of mud.” Terry finished. “But, that was over 30 years ago. How can he…?”
“The chemical used in Renuyu, when bonded with human DNA causes skin to take on the form of clay.” Bruce informed. “Including all of its traits.”
“And clay doesn’t age…meaning he doesn’t either.” Terry concluded. “But that doesn’t explain why he’s teaming up with Paxton Powers.”
“Powers must’ve promised him the chance of a cure, to revert Hagen’s body back to its normal state.” Bruce deduced. “I sent video of the heist to Barbara so she can help. In the meantime concentrate on keeping the twins safe.”
Terry chuckled to himself. “Ironic, the one thing I don’t have to worry about. They’re at my Dorm Room, Max is watching them.” That statement caused Bruce to raise a curious eyebrow. “What?”
“I’m surprised you wanted to end your friendship with Max like this.” Bruce commented.
Terry was confused. “What are you talking about, she’s just alone with—oh, no!”
Realizing that keeping two volatile members of the Jokerz with his best friend was a crucial mistake, Terry rushed back to the Batmobile, fully intending on rectifying it.
It was surprisingly easier than Max expected to keep an eye on the Dee-Dee twins. When Terry made the offer, she expected to be led on an adventurous chase 5 seconds after he walked out the door. But except for some crude jokes and, inappropriate honking of body parts, Max has had an easy time dealing with them; which was why she was sound asleep on the couch.
She would learn the error of her ways however as the twins stood huddled over her, giggling almost uncontrollably. As they took a step back, the reason for their laughter was apparent; they had just given Max an impromptu makeover, one that would help her gain a job at the Circus with the amount of clown makeup covering her face.
“Excellent job, Dee-Dee.” Delia complimented. “She never looked better.”
“Definitely an upgrade for her, Dee-Dee.” Deidre replied.
“Huh, what…?”
The Dee Dees took a few extra steps back just as the front door swung open, and Terry walked in. “I swear if you two have done…aw crap.”
He was the third to see Max’s ‘new look’, and as she slowly sat up, he tried to warn her about the damage they had done. But a glimpse in the mirror across the room more than told the tale.
“W-W…What…I…I’LL KILL ‘EM!!!”
Like a wildcat she pounced from the bed, and would’ve landed on the Dee Dees had Terry not caught her in time. Deidre playfully hid behind her sister in fear, as Delia put up her dukes, ready to rumble.
“Max, just calm down!” Terry said, wrestling to hold onto his friend. “The stuff will wash off; it’s not a big deal!”
“Oh no, it’s a big deal!” Max debated. “Big enough for me to shove my foot up their—!”
“Ooh, someone’s got a potty mouth!” Deidre interrupted.
“YOU’RE NOT HELPING!!!” Terry barked as he slowly moved Max towards the bathroom. It took some coaxing, but he finally calmed his friend down enough to go into the other room, leaving him to deal with the Dee Dees. “What are your Malfunctions!? Do you just love to stir up chaos everywhere!?”
“Relax pointy-ears.” Deidre replied. “We were just having a little fun.”
“Yeah, besides it’s not like you can do anything about it.” Delia added.
“Wanna say that again?” Terry asked, threatened.
“You could barely stop Mr. Tub-o-Mud earlier.” Deidre elaborated. “So why should we trust you to ‘protect us’?”
“Besides, even if he is stopped, you’ll just toss us aside like dried-up fichus.” Delia continued. “We know the score; do-gooders like you only help out when it benefits them. So don’t bother, Bat-Boy…”
And with that the clown twins of crime turned their backs on their protector and walked out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Terry was left alone with his thoughts as their words echoed in his mind. He began to understand their hostility now; most superheroes weren’t exactly the helpful type, unless that help was roughing up the bad guys to toss them in the slammer. It’s no wonder they don’t trust him…but he wasn’t about to be labeled just like the other heroes. No, not Batman.
Sitting down on the couch, he pulled out his mobile and hit the speed-dial. A moment later, Bruce’s voice came through from the other end.
“Yeah?”
“Bruce, I need you to connect me to Barbara…”
The Next Day…
The sound of the bell echoed throughout Gotham State’s Campus as Terry stood in front of the main entrance to the building. The Dee-Dee twins had kept him waiting for 20 minutes, but finally he saw sight of the two; both were dressed normally this time (if you can call it that).
“Bout time you two got here…” He said. “…got a surprise for you.”
“Ooh, a surprise!” Both Dee Dees cooed as the three walked inside the building.
“Maybe he’ll join in on our fun with the professor…” Deidre suggested.
“Not likely.” Terry responded. “I got you two transferred to different classes.”
And almost instantly, the mood of the twins changed. “And what makes you think we wanted…that…?”
Delia’s rant ended as soon as it began as Terry reached the first classroom. Inside had the appearance of a large greenhouse; plants were virtually everywhere, giving it the feel of a wild jungle. Delia was completely entranced, her eyes wandering all around the room as she walked in, until they landed on a Venus fly trap sitting on a desk.
“Aw, you’re so cute…” She said, reaching over to cuddle it. Seeing her satisfied, Terry decided to leave her to her new class as he closed the door. Deidre however, didn’t look so pleased.
“Don’t think you can pull that trick on me.” She told him as they continued down the hall. “I’m not like little Mother Nature, I can’t be bought off with some magical class that—TOYS!!!!”
It was the other surprise that Terry planned, as he showed Deidre her new class; one that’s lesson is centered on the classic toys of the past. Deidre immediately found herself bounding into the room, happily rushing towards a replica toy box which held the items being studied today. In fact, one particular toy caught her attention as she saw another female student pull it out of the box.
“MY MALLET!!!” She said, yanking the wooden hammer from the student’s grasp.
“And that takes care of both of them…” Terry grinned to himself and shut the door just as his mobile rang. He picked it up and put it to his ear.
“Wayne?”
“How’s it going with the Dee Dees?”
“Just locked them both up in classes they’ll enjoy.” Terry revealed. “Makes my job easier.”
“Good, because there’s a disturbance at WayneTech…” Bruce revealed. “…Power fluxuations that are causing blackouts in the business district.”
Nothing else needed to be said to Terry. “On it…”
“Faster! I want this set up an hour ago!”
Paxton impatiently watched over his employees as they feverishly worked to build the machine he holds so dear. There were two pods separated by a large control panel “I’m so close…so close to having the power I deserve.”
“And what about me?” Paxton turned to see Clayface rising up through a nearby vent opening. “I get what I want to, right?”
“Of course, Hagen.” Paxton assured him. “Like I said, this is a win-win.”
“SIR!!!”
The two looked over to see one of Paxton’s workers standing in front of the machine, which was now complete. “We’re ready for the transfusion…”
Paxton smirked. “Excellent. Within moments I will be granted the power to be anyone I want, go anywhere I want…no door will be closed to me. I can gain knowledge to anything and everything…just like a god.”
“Yeah, you can have it.” Clayface lamented. “I just want my old face…my old life back.”
The two slowly marched towards their respective pods. “And you’ll get it back, Mr. Hagen. We’ll all get what we want…” But as Paxton stepped inside the pod and prepared to slide the door shut, a Batarang stuck the handle, just an inch from his hand.
“Does that include me? Because I want you to do hard time.”
All eyes in the room turned to the rafters, where Batman disabled his cloak and revealed himself. “Pest Control, get rid of him!”
Under Paxton’s orders, his men all went for their weapons. Terry responded by unsheathing several Batarangs and flinging them at the floor.
BAKOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!!!
Upon impact, all of Paxton’s men were thrown to the floor, unconscious. “Concussion Batarangs, never leave home without ‘em.”
“You should be here, Bats!” Clayface said as he extended his arm to entrap the Tomorrow Knight, who easily dodged it.
“Don’t you get it Hagen,” He told Clayface, “he’s using you!”
“You think I don’t know that!?” Hagen responded, stretching his other arm to pin Terry against the wall. “I need this Batman; I’m tired of living like a monster! I want my old life back, and you’re not stopping me from getting it!”
The clay began to spread all over Batman’s body. He struggled to reach his utility belt so he could activate the electrical discharge, but the clay left him nearly motionless…and it was smothering his entire body.
“Not this time.” Clayface boasted. “Say goodnight, Bats.”
“Fun’s not over yet, gruesome!”
Before Clayface could react, he felt a metal examining table rammed into his side, just hard enough to pull him off of Terry and send him stumbling to the side. As McGinnis caught his breath, he looked over to see it was the Dee-Dee twins that provided the save. “Just how did you two find me?”
“Police scanner.” Delia replied as Deidre held up the device. “Family heirloom; I’m surprised it still works.”
Their conversation was cut short when the three noticed Clayface back on his feet. “You two remind me of this ditzy clown dame I use to know.” He said. “But you made a mistake coming here; I can’t let you stop this.”
With surprising quickness, he waved out his arms, flinging three globs that stuck to Batman and the Dee-Dee Twins, encasing them. Terry struggled to free himself as Hagen made his way to his pod. “Hagen, you don’t know what you’re doing!”
“Yeah…I do.” Clayface answered, before sealing himself inside.
“You should be honored, Batman.” Paxton added as he entered his own pod. “You’re about to bare witness, to Powers Reborn!”
The door slid shut on his pod and the control panel activated the process. Flashing lights flickered wildly on its face, giving it the appearance of a pinball machine from afar. A moment later, a cloud of glass rose within each pod, obstructing vision from the outside and enveloping both inhabitants. It lasted almost a minute, which gave Terry the time he needed to muscle himself free of the clay which trapped him. As he rushed for the machine though, the lights from the control panel went dead, and Paxton’s pod slowly slid open.
“Paxton?”
There wasn’t an immediate answer, but Batman did get one as he saw Paxton’s hand grip the doorway of the pod. He slowly stepped out of the encasing, looking completely unchanged.
“So…this is what true power feels like…” He said to himself, before morphing his face into an exact duplicate of his father’s. “Do you see what stands before you, Batman? I can look like anyone, BE anyone! How can you POSSIBLY hope to stop me!?”
“I don’t have to…” Paxton raised a curious eyebrow as Terry elaborated for him. “…your makeup’s running.”
McGinnis pointed to Paxton’s hand, and sure enough it was beginning to drip apart. Enraged, Paxton sought to take his anger out on Batman; but as he extended his arm it fell limp, splattering on the floor. His entire body would follow as began melting into a large puddle.
“What’s—What’s happening!? Help Me! HELP M—GLARGHGLGLGLGLGL…”
His voice gurgled within himself as the Dee Dees rushed over, just in time to see the pool that was Paxton Powers. “Eww!” They both lamented.
“Tried to warn him.” Batman said. “He never should’ve tried to take power from…Hagen!”
Remembering Clayface, Terry dashed over to the other pod and slid open the door. As the smoke dispersed, he saw that the villain was no longer made of clay at all…he was an old man, lying against the pod.
“Hagen, Hagen! Are you—!?”
Slowly lifting his head, Matt’s first sight was an image of himself in the pod’s glass. He was old, with balding gray hair and wrinkles…and he was elated. “I’m…me.” He said in a raspy voice, as a tear rolled down his cheek. “I’m just…me, Normal Matt Hagen.”
“The doctor’s say they can re-solidify Paxton, but he’ll need to wear a stabilizer in order to keep his shape.”
Terry stared out of his dorm room window onto the sights of the city as he talked with Bruce over his mobile. “The price of that power he wanted. What about Hagen?”
“He’s been put in a Rest Home until he can fully recover from his change.” Bruce answered. “You did well today, Terry.”
Terry nodded. “Yeah, good for Batman, doesn’t help Terry McGinnis.”
“We don’t put on the suit for the rewards, McGinnis.” Bruce scolded.
“I know Bruce, I just—!”
“But when you least expect it, the rewards do come.” He continued. “You just have to recognize them.” Click!
And with that, Terry was left listening to the dial tone, caught off guard by Bruce’s piece of advice. He didn’t have long to mull it over, though. “Look Dee-Dee, our dark brooding protector.”
Terry turned towards the doorway to see the twins standing behind him. “You two are still here?”
“What, we can’t come here and thank you for the protection.” Delia said.
“And the classes.” Deidre answered as she moved closer. “It means a lot to us, and we’re feeling VERY thankful…”
Deidre shifted closer to show just how thankful they were, but after pausing for a moment, Terry turned away. “No thanks.”
“Aw, but why not?” Delia asked, blocking his way. “Big, Bad Brooding Bat can’t let himself have any fun?”
Terry opened his mouth to answer, but suddenly found himself with nothing to say. He was ready to give a lengthy speech about how heroism doesn’t need to be rewarded, but his mind then flashed to the words Bruce told him earlier; recognize your rewards. And Terry did; he and Dana weren’t officially together, and Max would be spending the night at her parents…it was time to cash in.
From there, everything became a blur, with Terry finding himself pinned against his bedroom door and both Dee Dees flanking him. Both of their shorts were pulled down just below their ass cheeks, and their shirts rolled up as their breasts were pressed against Terry’s chest. Each hand of Terry’s was dedicated for the Dee Dees backside; the left for Deidre, the right for Delia. His middle fingers gently slid across their slits; he could feel them becoming wetter by the second. Their mouths were just as busy, as Terry tried his best to split even time between them. First it was Delia’s tongue he felt, which attacked his mouth at a steady pace as they pressed their lips together. But a moment later Terry found himself kissing Deidre, a slightly more energetic make out that he was quick to notice. All the while the twins hands were busy themselves, rubbing out Terry to a throbbing erection.
Eventually they got the door open and the three tumbled back onto Terry’s bed, where the Dee Dees shifted focus to Terry’s manhood. “He looks pretty thick, Dee-Dee.” Deidre commented. “Betcha can’t deep-throat it.”
Delia simply scoffed. “Watch and learn, Dee-Dee.”
And with those words, she hungrily licked her cherry red lips before wrapping them around the head. Her tongue playfully lapped up the pre-cum excreted out as Deidre put her mouth to work, licking the base of Terry’s cock. Soon, Delia pushed the head past her lips and began gently sucking him off to both of their content. Terry gritted his teeth and balled his fist, these two were professionals at fellatio; or at least it felt like it. Within moments their saliva had made his member glisten, and they weren’t close to stopping. Deidre’s hand cradled and caressed his balls as she ran her tongue up and down as far as she could, with Delia attending to the rest of his erect inches. Eventually Terry began pumping his hips into Delia’s mouth, a technique she didn’t mind as it allowed her to swallow even more of his manhood. Deidre’s mouth had shifted downward, with Terry’s balls engulfed in them. These two were more attentive than Dana ever was, Terry thought, and it was paying off as he felt his balls tightening, and his dick throbbing.
Before he knew it, his hot load streamed into Delia’s mouth, coating the back of her throat. She sat motionless as Deidre pulled her head away, leaving a thin line of saliva between her lips and Terry’s crotch. After a moment, she swallowed the load deposited in her mouth and sat up in time to see her sister grinning.
“Looks like you got your protein today, Dee-Dee.” Deidre said, just as another small load was shot into her open mouth. The shock of such an accurate hit caused her to swallow as well.
Delia smirked. “As did you.” She then looked back at Terry. “Look Dee-Dee, I think we tired him out.”
“Guess he doesn’t have any Super stamina.” Deidre added.
But Terry was far from being down for the count. “Bend over.”
“Ooh, authoritative!” The twins swooned as Deidre happily climbed into the bed and moved into postion. She pulled her shorts down further as Terry jettisoned his pants. She then teased him by playfully wiggling her derriere at a target; one Terry was looking to penetrate as he shifted behind her. Grabbing her hips, he set aim and slowly slid his slick cock between her wet pussy lips. Deidre clamped down on her bottom lip and moaned with each inch sliding further into her, until he was literally on top of her, and deep inside her.
“Oh, Gawd…” She moaned.
Though it was thick & deep, she couldn’t help but adore the sensation, and even backed herself further onto his cock. Terry didn’t give her time to rest though, as he leaned forward and began thrusting into her tight snatch; banging against her firm ass with force. Within moments she was clenching the bed sheets, her pussy steadily ravaged without remorse; and she loved it. Soon her hips were banging against his in rhythm as her juices began to run down her legs.
She was in ecstasy, almost too much to notice her sister sitting on the bed in front of her, legs spread. “Quite a bat-cock he has, doesn’t he?” Delia asked.
Deidre could only nod her head. “And you’re hogging it all to yourself. Don’t worry though; I know something you can do to include me…”
Deidre had an idea what her sister meant; but she was left nearly immobile from Terry’s thrusts and couldn’t resist as Delia forced her sister’s face between her legs. In honesty, she didn’t mind doing the deed; she just didn’t approve of her sister forcing it on her. However, her tongue went to work regardless, exploring between her sister’s thighs and her lovely pussy lips. Her tongue eventually entered Delia’s love canal, flailing wildly to make her sister moan loudly.
All the while Terry didn’t lose pace. In fact, the very sight of Deidre’s head between Delia’s legs, even in the dark, was enough to stiffen his resolve and speed his thrusts. Soon his cock was raiding her balls deep, his hips moving like pistons at high gear. Deidre was unable to even conjure up complete words as she took it from behind, her tongue still working the inner walls of her sister; who had elevated her hips and was moaning like crazy. The chain of lust was strong, and nearing its limit as Terry felt it in his loins; he was ready to blow. His thrusts stayed strong though, right to the last one. And with a loud grunt he unloaded his jizz deep inside of Deidre, gripping her hips tightly as he tried to stay upright. After a moment he withdrew from her pussy, still spraying his hot jizz out as it coated her firm backside. At the same time, Deidre had licked her sister to her own orgasm, and was rewarded by having her juices squirted in her face. She was covered from front to back.
The experience was engulfing and exhausting, but it served to help Terry as he realized he hadn’t thought about Dana. And didn’t need to as he saw the twins were still eager & willing to continue. “I hope that wasn’t all you had to offer.” Delia said. “Because we want a lot more.”
Terry grinned as he himself wanted to indulge himself between them. “Guess Christmas is coming early…along with you two.”
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