New York City
Gotham was a nexus as was Metropolis, Star City, Central City, Steel City and Coast City…New York was a relative nowhere… at least to the tights and capes crowd. To Wall Street, the Mafia and eight plus million residents it was the center of the world, sure but to the tights and capes crowd, it wasn’t a battle ground. Which is why it was so safe to operate here. Here they were no one, anyone and everyone all at the same time, especially out and about in the kind of outfits you buy at any department store. Walking past the theaters now showing board one particular passer by looked at the ad then went to the open ticket booth.
“Any ticket’s left for tonight’s show?” the man asked.
“Three in the nose bleed,” the vender smiled, “Hundred and fifty plus tax.”
The man started pulling fifties and twenties from his jacket pocket.
“Is it true that they have been performing here for a hundred years?” the man asked.
The Vender printed the ticket then motioned for the man to come closer to the speaker.
“Check the corner stone, this place is only ninety four years old,” the Vender said, “Here you go. Doors open at seven, and then close at seven fifty.”
“So the P R guys rounded up,” the man shrugged, “Doors open at seven.”
*
Back Stage 9:30 PM Eastern Daylight Savings Time
“Ah my fans still adore me…” she said, “Flowers, chocolates, love letters, sexual propositions… yep all here. What’s this?”
She picked up a small box made to look like a dice, inside there was a note that had a bunch of euphemisms for taking a long weekend. She didn’t notice the other person in the room and was taken by surprise by the cane strike.
*
Manhattan Apartment, 726AM Eastern Daylight Savings Time two days later
She could feel the IV needles pulled from her arms, then the plastic tape removed from her arms, hands and legs. The gag and feeding tube were pulled from her mouth and a kiss placed on her lips, she kissed back. Off came the VR headset and noise canceling earphones. She looked up at him.
“Oh Eddie Baby!” She cued
“No hard feelings Zatanna?” Edward Nigma folded his arms and leaned back on the table behind him.
“Eddie, baby, I hope you have some hard feelings for me in your pant!” Zatanna smiled.
“Oh I do,” Edward smiled, “But I am sure you know what I am waiting for you to say.”
“Luos dna traeh ym lla htiw amgin relddir eht drawde evol I, cigam lla yb!” Zatanna said with an orgasmic smile.
Edward flashed the trade mark Riddler smile. The day and a half of mind warping subliminal messages, flash animations, hypnotic drugs, and electro shock vibrators had eroded her mental defenses so that the mage believed she loved him and wanted to be his sex slave. Now she had used her own magic to make her truly love him.
“Here my love,” Edward held out a bathrobe.
“I thought we would just go straight to the fucking…” Zatanna said seductively.
“There will be that,” Edward smile, “There will be plenty of that… but your enlightenment has left you malnourished, dehydrated, and covered in dried sweat. So first a shower, some breakfast, electrolyte drinks and some shopping, then we will have ourselves a proper fuck fest.”
Zatanna felt wet at the words. How had she ignored such a handsome love god? She had little to no active memories of the last two days, but she knew that just looking at him made her womanhood wet and her heart flutter. The idea of her and Edward having a threesome with other hot girls excited her too. Standing up, Zatanna took the bathrobe, and kissed her lover. She turned to the spare bedroom’s bathroom and went to shower. Once in the bathroom she removed the corset, the nipple stimulators, the rubber piss pants, the vaginal electro shock vibrator, the anal electro vibrator, the ruined fishnets, and the bow tie choker. Zatanna looked at her reflection and saw what was wrong, her hair was a mess and she could see the dried sweat stains on her skin.
*
Edward went to the kitchen and pulled out the ingredients from the fridge. Eggs, frozen waffles, grapes and his own Green Tonic; not the breakfast of champions, but good mix of protein, electrolytes, vitamins and carbs to get her back to strength. Rolling up his sleeves he went to work making the scrambled eggs over waffles with grapes and Tonic. He had finished platting the meal when Zatanna walked in. His raven haired thrall strutted in with her bathrobe open.
“Retal that rof emit fo ytnelp,” Riddler surprised Zatanna by being able to speak backwards too, “Ereh yaw eht no tuo ssap dna revo llaf ot tuoba tnera uoy os htgnerts ruoy deen uoy tsrif.”
“Wow, you are the first one to even try that for me!” Zatanna swooned, “God, you must have a mind like the whole dang Justice League Mainframe!”
“Normally I only boost to competitors,” Edward kissed his prize, “Eat up, I took the liberty of getting you some cloths already. No, nothing too exciting, just decent to wear out in public.”
“I will try to make whatever you got me as sexy as possible for you!” Zatanna took a drink of the tonic, “Baby… uh…”
“It’s not meant to be tasty,” Riddler drank some and then cringed himself, “But it is great for you after a bat thrashing or a fortnight at Arkham.”
“Or two days stressing about a date?” Zatanna rubbed her foot on the leg of Edward’s slacks.
The pair ate then Edward led Zatanna to the master bedroom and pulled out the bag of jeans, panties, bra, blouse and sneakers.
“I am sure you are use to much more enticing outfits,” He flashed his trademark Riddler Grin, “So here is your assignment. Down stairs there is a ladies shop, that specialize in shall we call it fun-der-wear, and your mission is to select what you think I would find most interesting.”
Zatanna leaned over, kissing her love god and grabbing the out stretched debit card and keys.
*
The Summer Nights Boutique, Manhattan
Zatanna walked into the store. Sure enough it took up the ground floor of the apartment building that she was currently sharing with Edward. A shop girl in a pair of wet look leggings and a Teeshirt dress walked up to Zatanna.
“Hi I’m Mary,” The girl introduced herself, “What can I interest you in?”
“I have a new boyfriend, he can be distracted at times,” Zatanna smiled, “I am looking for something to keep his focus on me.”
“Well,” Mary smiled, “We have leather, latex and vinyl over here if you want to be the naughty slave or hungry mistress. In the back there is our foot fetish station with every kind of shoe you can imagine. There is the clubbing outfits. Next to them are the costumes. On my right here is the staples of satin, silk and lace. So what will it be?”