Nick Furry sighed as Steve Rodgers left. Captain America could be so damned old fashion at times.
“Keep an eye of them,” Furry told the agent next to him, “And get the medics on loan from Department H and the Department of Mutant Affairs out to the location the Bat requested. Now clear the room!”
Furry waited until all of the agents had left and then burst out laughing.
“Room full of horny bad girls and he panics,” Furry laughed.
*
“I am arriving at Mrs. Graythorne’s place now,” Alfred said over the car’s call feature, “As far as anyone knows you are still at that resort in the French Alps.”
Alfred Pennyworth parked the limo and exited to pick up the wealthy old heiress.
*
Meanwhile the cherub in the back twirled her finger in her blonde locks, she might not be the smartest but she could follow the orders! Take the bomb, get in the limo with the old man Alfred and wait for him to pick up the not old old lady, let them get going and then press the button on the bomb, simple.
*
Alfred led the old woman to the limo and opened the door for her, she got in and looked around. She almost saw the cherub and the bomb as she looked around the inside of the limo. She could tell things were there but not in the physical realm…
*
Alfred got back in the drivers seat and prepared to leave. Looking back, Alfred could sense something was amiss about Mrs. Graythorne, but couldn’t put his finger one it. Something else seemed amiss, like there messing with the weight of the limo, but there was nothing in the vehicle, and the wheel sensors were all normal. Alfred pulled out of the turn around and into traffic.
*
They had gone about three blocks when the cherub decided that it was time. She pressed the button and watched the bomb envelope the not old old lady and the old man and smiled.
*
The limo physically shook for a second and Mrs. Graythorne was shoved back into the seat by a blast wave. Alfred corrected the steering and called back to his passenger.
“Mrs. Graythorne are you alright?”
“Please pull over,” Mrs. Graythorne asked.
Alfred pulled into parking garage and rolled down the dividing window.
*
Sin started to come too, then her eyes shot open. In front of her was her crimson hooded hunk. He took off his helm and put it on the coffee table between them.
“Alright Sin,” Red Hood said in his best intimidating bat voice, “Where is Red Skull’s North American cells getting their weapons from.”
“Front Company in China gets them from PLA back door suppliers and they are shipped to Guaymas, Sonora and they get smuggled across boarders by teams of coyotajes on our payroll,” Sin answered with a grin.
“What happened to the whole ‘I’ll never tell’ routine?” Red Hood asked
“I’ll tell you anything you want if it gets in your pants lover boy!” Sin licked her lips.
That caused the hero to arch an eyebrow.
“What are the routes for the coyotajes to cross into the US?” Red Hood asked.
“In and around Cochise County Arizona. I can’t get more specific,” Sin looked sad, “The coyotajes keep that information to themselves. I wish I could give you a better answer cutie.”
*
Alfred looked back at the old woman and watched as her hair turned purple and her wrinkles receded and the years vanished from her face and hands. She started to cry softly.
“By the gods I am a monster,” she whispered.
“Madame?” Alfred asked.
“I murdered my husband, my real husband because I drove him away and into the arms of other women,” the woman said, “and then I blamed men for everything. Suddenly I just… I am a monster.”
Alfred looked at her trying to decide what to say.
“Mrs. Graythorne,” Alfred started.
“Circe,” she corrected him, “I am actually the evil witch Circe.”
“Well Miss Circe,” Alfred spoke up, “Were you planning to commit evil fowl plans tonight?”
“No,” Circes whispered, “I was to just play the part of the old woman of wealth while I observe the rebuilding of Gotham into this New Gothopolis thingy.”
“Well Miss Circe,” Alfred said, “I do believe you are Mediterranean by birth. We British have a philosophy that has served us well.”
Alfred reached back and lifted her chin with a finger.
“Keep a still upper lip.”
Circes smiled, and looked at the old man in front of her. A thought crossed in the back of her head.
“Mr. Pennyworth,” Circe said, “I do believe this could be the start of a beautiful relationship.”
“Now,” Alfred smiled, “I believe you have party to attend.”
Circe smiled at Alfred, he was such a wonderful man. So much nicer than the others before him. It was too bad he was so old already… although she could reward his kindness by putting a few years back on his life. He must have been rather handsome once…
*
Batman picked up the phone, he already knew who it was despite it being a burner phone number.
“What is it Jason?” Bruce asked.
“Have I got a case of the weird for you,” Jason said.
“Let me guess, a rather bad girl is suddenly drooling over you like a love sick school girl,” Bruce said.
“What?” Jason asked.
“You aren’t the only one,” Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, “Others have reported villains going love sick over a hero.”
Behind him, Selina was talking on the phone with Barbara explaining where to get the best latex in the city and other advanced techniques of female domination and BDSM foreplay. Whoever was behind this was intent on making the world even more twisted then before.
*
Cupid and his team moved into position to deal with the cold hearted villain. Freeze just needed a good woman to jump start his heart… A woman like Nora.
*
Tim was freaking, he had been told about mind jobs that happened to Dick and Babs. Right now he was holding up in the mini-batcave under the Wayne Defense Technologies building with Cassie and Steph. Tim really didn’t want to end up in a gimp suit.
*
Alfred watched Circe in her guise as Mrs. Graythorne address the urban planning committee. She managed to keep a beauty and grace about her even as an old lady. Truth be told she was older as a “Young woman” then as an old one since she was immortal. He wondered what she was thinking.Circe blathered on the need to keep the poor in mind as they rebuilt the city. All the while she thought about what a nice guy Alfred was.