Tim was stuck with an idea, what he needed was a villainess at his beck and call to pester Cassie so she wouldn’t bother him until he had enough sexy points to deal with everything… It would have to be a she, someone who could be dark powerful and faceless or sexy and fuckable… Tim brought the Mandalorian Queen Elsa back up and tapped and held down on the picture a help menu appeared. Tim tapped the microphone and spoke a command hoping the system would recognize it.
“Show more like this,” Tim said.
There it was, Tim tapped the person and brought up her file. It came as a four pack; the first was a dark Fairy Queen as a Mandalorian Warrior, second was the green faced evil dragon fairy queen, the third was a pale human woman with deep black hair in a sort of stylized European Traditional Nobility costume, the last was as a gothic beauty in a sleek black Jessica Rabbit Dress.
“OK Maleficent,” Tim said, “I choose you!”
“Been feeling a little bit naughty Robin?” Maleficent said as a smoke cloud swirled into the form of the horned Mandalorian Commando woman.
“I think you know why I choose you,” Tim said hoping the Robin mask hid his panic.
“Your adopted sister has homicidal delusions of you and your friend having a happily ever after and is rather displeased with you seeking the services of a Harem Maker to vent your tensions and now you need someone to keep her off your back,” Maleficent sang like a dark siren, “No killing, but she needs a distraction to fight so she doesn’t think about you, your fickle friend, or your lovely lovers.”
*
Batgirl walked into the main room of the Clocktower somewhat dejected.
“Your cat is not dead,” Barbara said from her desk, “There are two cups of tea on the table Steph.
“You know about Tim and his new ladies?” Steph asked as she took off the cowl.
“Janet Van Dyne and Emma Frost, both check out...” Barbara said, “But I can only find very little about them.”
“Plants?” Steph asked.
“No, just low profile. Van Dyne Biotech has a bunch of R’n’D contracts with DARPA and Frost Industries is a family owned old Robber Barron steel works that started in Massachusetts. All of them are low profile old money,” Barbara crushed Steph’s hope that it was a trap she could rescue Tim from, “This is Tim, he has always had a special place in his heart for you.”
“That’s what they said,” Steph said, “And they told me that he still wants me, but I keep hurting him and driving him away, so it’s my fault he went and found the bimbos.”
“Singular, not plural,” Barbara said, “All the stuff that came up on Miss Frost says she is Mensa material and a possible Doctor Lector. Don’t get your hopes up, she could become one, she isn’t one yet. Here is her profile from her application to Yale.”
Steph read the tablet Barbara handed her.
“Manipulative, displays almost psychic understanding of people…” Steph read the highlights aloud.
“Don’t feel so bad,” Barbara smiled, “The bitch was probably trying to get under your skin.”
“But she was bad mouthing Stephanie Brown to Batgirl,” Steph said, “Do you think Tim told them?”
“How long did it take Tim to tell you?” Barbara asked.
There was a beeping.
“Oh shiiii….” Barbara, “Black Bat this is Oracle, do you read?”
“GRRRRRR!” Came the response over the comm-link.
“Look there is a firefight two blocks from you to the east,” Barbara called out, “I need you to deal with it, everyone else in on the other side of the city.”
*
Black Bat moved to the roof top to try and get a glimpse of the fighting, she nearly got her cowl fried from a stray blast. The attacker was a sight, female six foot tall, in a black catsuit with armored plates over the chest, thighs, calves, shoulders, arms and a weird modernized and horned barbute style helmet with a green splash over the face. Aside from that and the purple lining of the cape the rest of the outfit was pitch black. She was going hog wild with a pair of plasma energy pistols shooting up the outside of a crack house.
“Ah the daughter of the bat,” the floating woman called with a mechanical hiss in her voice, “I have been waiting for you.”
“Going Down,” Black Bat hissed.
She tried to ensnare the floating woman with a grappling line, but the armored woman moved out of the way too fast and to add insult to failure she shot the launcher from Black Bat’s hand with her plasma pistol.
“How far are you?” Black Bat heard Oracle screaming over the comm-link.
“Red Robin, Three blocks,” She heard Tim’s voice.
“Batman, Fourteen Blocks,” Batman called.
“Hang on,” Oracle called over the Comm-Link.
The woman swooped in and flipped at the last second landing a drop kick on Black Bat knocking her into the Roof Access Stairwell Exit. Black Bat tried to get up, and found herself looking down the barrel of the left hand pistol. There was a flash of blue light…
*
“..KE UP!” Tim’s voice rang in her hear.
Cassie punched the asshole in the face.
“Black Bat is fine,” Red Robin called over the network.
“ASSHOLE!” Cassie hissed at Tim.
“Focus,” Batman barked, “Robin is trying to help. What can you tell us about the psycho?”
“Female,” Cassie focused on what was important, “Six foot, armored, cape, horned helmet, double plasma pistols, floated.”
“Female?” Oracle asked over the open comm-link.
“Femine voice, movements, C cups in chest armor,” Cassie relayed, “Voice distorted, Mechanical speaker, Away ass.”
“Focus Bat,” Batman barked, “Robin was there to help you, if you can’t control your personal feelings I will send you to trade spots with Nightwing!”
*
At ten thirty in the morning Tim went to Janet and Emma’s hotel. Only to be met in the lobby by both girls’ dress for the day.
“We have an appointment,” Emma fixed her white leather pleated skirt and seamed thigh highs.
“Lets go!” Janet said looking very much like her first outfit from the Academy game.
Tim was lead to a brand new Range Rover and the three drove to an office building in the middle of town. Inside they went to a penthouse office suite and Tim found himself being led deeper in by Janet and Emma themselves. Finally he was face to face with the proprietor of this office, Maleficent, as a gothic beauty in a tight fitted skirt suit with a purple blouse.
“Mr. Drake, I have been going over our accounts, and you owe a mighty fucking…” Mal looking over the tops of her glasses.
In Tim’s phone the Harem App prepared two more achievements, Triple Cherry Popper and Triple Chocolate Cherry Popper.