Helen felt as if something was calling her name, she shrugged it off and proceeded to the kitchen.
“Who pissed you this time Karen?” Helen asked her childhood friend.
“Your step brother Jason!” Karen barked like an angry harpy.
“He isn’t my,” Helen started then sighed, “It doesn’t matter. Please don’t kill Jason. We Robins have to watch out for each other. What did he want?”
“He is convinced that this reality has been manipulated. He wanted me to try and figure out if someone did,” Karen started to try and do deep breaths.
“Look,” Helen tried to change topics, “Thanks for letting me crash here after I had to ditch the mob princess identity. As soon as I figure out a new ID, I will head back to Gotham. If dad know about me, yeah that would be bad.”
“How does it feel getting read the riot act by your father when he isn’t your father?” Karen asked.
“Not as weird as dealing with my mom as a lesbian dominatrix,” Helen pulled a box of cereal from the cupboard.
“Well even our version of her was something of a dominatrix,” Karen joked, “how many times did we catch her tying your dad up?”
“Ewww,” Helen face-palmed, “parental sex, there goes my appetite.”
*
Selina looked at the profile, Helen Wayne-Kyle. She sat with her jaw open. She went over the history of the young woman. Another version of her let herself reformed, married Bruce the Bat Wayne and they had a daughter, Helen was raised to be a successor to the Batman and his Feline Bride but after a series of horrible events Helen and her best friend fled their world to this one and have been hiding in public and stepping out as their alter egos into the night…
Selina let the information mull in her mind for a bit. An idea formed in her head… She saw herself smiling as a reflection off her laptop’s screen and was reminded of the cartoon Grinch Christmas cartoon.
“You’re a mean one Mister Grinch…” Selina half hummed as she started typing on her laptop.
*
Helen watched as the tea kettle heated to boiling. She still had images of her parents half out of their costumes acting like they were in a porn flashing across her mind.
Her mind went fuzzy for a second and then cleared.
She thought about her parents and the lessons that they had taught her.
“Meow,” Karen’s voice broke Helen out of her daze.
Helen looked over at her longtime friend and giggled at the sight of the blonde holding a stainless steel dish in her mouth.
“Let me guess,” Helen chuckled, “Kitty Karen wants Miss Helen to pour her a bowl of tea?”
Karen put the bowl on the counter and meowed again. Helen smiled and grabbed the bowl. She poured the hot water into her mug and Karen’s bowl and then tossed in the bags of tea. Helen reflected about how Uncle Alfie was such a tea aficionado and no matter what Karen got, her kitchen would never stack up to his tea closet. Helen fixed the tea with cream and sugar. She walked around and kneeled to place the bowl of tea on the floor for Kyle.
Stinky came over and gave Karen a ‘not this again’ look and went to his own bowl.
Helen reflected on her friendship with Karen. The two of them had been fast friends since Karen had landed on Earth as a young teen. They became play friends after Karen expressed interest in mom’s dungeon that she had spotted with her x-ray vision. Mom had taught them the basics of kinky pet play and Karen was a natural sub in Helen’s gloves. Other members of the Teen Titans had been playmates as well. Helen like her mom was a natural domme, and she also had a thing for making pets out of pretty girl and enslaving handsome boys.
Helen’s phone rang interrupting her mussing.
“Hi dad,” Helen answered without even looking at the caller ID, “Just spending some time with Karen, no I haven’t turned the rest of the Teen Titans or Justice League into my sex slaves, not yet… Dad, just face it, I am my mother’s daughter as much as I am my father’s daughter. Of course I am laying low, I know, no mass orgies! Grrr, Batbrood. Think of it this way, if you marry Selina, you will already have raised me once so you will be ready to do it again! Right, yeah Jason called Karen. Not sure what he wanted but she smashed another secure device. Please send another box. I will be home in time to help deal with the Thorne cartel. Now if you’ll excuse me I have a pussy to whip.”
Helen hung up the phone and looked at Stinky giving her a hairy eyeball.
“No not you,” Helen looked at the blonde bombshell lapping at her tea on all fours.