Clark arrived at the restaurant right on time. Bruce was seated in the booth with Dick and Barbara waiting for him. Clark sat in the booth on the side. He knew by the scowls that this wouldn’t be fun.
“So what brings you to Metropolis in the middle of the day?” Clark said, “Darksied?”
“Karan,” Barbara glared at Clark.
“What?” Clark said, honestly confused.
“Why is she all of a sudden calling herself Nigma,” Dick pulled two phones and handed them over, “Instead of Star?”
Clark looked at the two screens, one was Karan Star AKA Kara Jor-El, Powergirl: Inter-dimensional version of Super-Girl, the other was Karan Nigma AKA Kara Jor-El, Riddler: Inter-dimensional criminal mastermind.
“Bruce…” Clark tried to gather his thoughts, “I know that I was disappointed that Karan didn’t want to become a hero when she came over from the Parallel dimension, but that is no reason to claim that she is a costumed super…”
The phone noting Karan Nigma started playing a video of Karan in her rubber Riddler dress trying to seduce Batman in the bank vault. Any chance at trying to deny it was crushed when Clark watched her zip at super speed around Batman displaying Kryptonian powers flagrantly.
“Maybe the idiots in Metropolis are fooled by a pair of glasses,” Barbara said, “But I don’t need million-dollar facial recognition software to recognize someone when they put on glasses and a wig.”
“So how come I remember her as Karan Nigma?” Clark asked, “I can’t remember her ever being this ‘Power Girl.’ What gives?”
“These are protected from magical interference,” Bruce said pointing at the material calling Karan Powergirl, “But those are not. So if it some sort of magic mucking with the world…”
“Then I am particularly vulnerable,” Clark admitted.
“Sorry,” Selina said as she walked up, “I needed to splash some water on my face.”
Clark got up and let Selina in to sit next to Bruce. Clark couldn’t not notice the bandages on her head.
“Did you tell him about his cousin replacing the ass?” Selina asked as she sat next to Bruce.
“What does that mean?” Clark asked sitting back down.
*
Tony looked up at the sound of the clicking heels as Pepper walked into his office. He was struck breathless by her. The Latex skirt, rubber rain jacket suit jacket and blouse made her look like a corporate dominatrix. She used her free hand to play with the end of her red pony tail as she walked over holding a stack of folders in her other arm.
“Ah Pepper,” Tony finally spoke up with lust in his voice, “Did you sort out the nonsense with the shareholders?”
“Well I got them to compromise,” Pepper said as she put the folders on his desk, “The agreement is that you will remain the nominal head of the companies and will be the star of the company’s media image, but you have to get a president to run the company’s day to day affairs.”
“We have to hire someone?” Tony asked, “After the Stain nonsense?”
“Well here is the good news,” Pepper said, “They already approved a manager to run the company and to wrangle you in a bit.”
“Wrangle me in?” Tony asked.
“Keep you from going off on tangents while you are work for Stark and not Avengers. Like you always do,” Pepper said looking at the computer monitor from in back, “They picked someone you are familiar with and have worked with before. The stipulation is that you have to follow directions and agree to let the manager order you around for the benefit of the company and corporate image.”
Pepper put a hand on Tony’s head as she stepped around the desk. She slid the top folder to one side and opened it, then slid the second folder to the other and opened it, and then opened the third folder.
“Sign these on the left to reject the deal, sign those on the right to accept the deal,” And Pepper pointed at the middle set of paper work with a letter sized picture of her face on the top, “And this would be your new boss.”
Tony’s eyes went wide. He looked back at Pepper. She was rolling up her skirt revealing her matching purple latex thong, she strattled Tony in his chair and opened her blazer and blouse revealing her purple latex corset.
“As your boss,” Pepper pulled Tony’s face into her bosom, “I can think of ways to reward good, productive behaviors and punish bad behavior.”
Tony tried to say something but instead breathed in Pepper’s perfumed tits.
“You have wanted me to boss you around since we first met,” Pepper said as she used her power on the man under her, “Now all you have to do is sign the papers and follow my orders. I can reward obedience, in such lovely, naughty ways…”
Tony reached for the deal papers, wanting to work for Pepper. He just let Pepper guided his hand, not letting him see what exactly he was signing. First was the notice of information, then the terms of the agreement with the shareholders and board of directors, the marriage application, the prenuptial agreement, the female led marriage contract, the powers of attorney agreement and the confession of desire for Pepper to control him as a Dominatrix.
“Now that we have that settled,” Pepper smiled, “How about you crawl under the desk, and eat me out for a while before we go to lunch and then shopping for the essentials you will need for our wedding tomorrow and your new life as my pet gimp husband.”
“Yess Mistress Pepper…” Tony slurred.
*
“It is fucked up,” Selina said, “I remember Eddy, lanky guy with a high IQ but no common sense. Kept trying to outsmart Bats and trying to hit on me and Harley, but always getting beaten up for his troubles.”
“But what about Kara?” Clark asked.
“I was getting to that,” Selina said, “But now I have memories of Karan being a brilliant mind, but still a dumb blonde when it comes to common sense things. Like wanting to be the criminal that outsmart the Bat and sleep with him. What part of that sounds like a good idea? The one thing that saves her thong knickers, when she wears them, is that she can dash back to NYC and make an appearance in front of Paparazzi so that no one would believe the CEO of Nigma Tech is anything but a pretty playgirl by night and a tech guru during the day. Oh shit. Ow.”
“What?” Clark asked.
“Another double,” Selina put her hand over her face, “Jenifer Walters and Jenifer Luthor…”
“We will be at the bar,” Dick said as he and Barbara got up.
Bruce looked up as saw Jenifer Walters the human face of the “Sensational She-Hulk” as she called herself while in her Gama Mutated state. Clark saw his nemesis Jenifer Luthor, the head of Luthor Corps and the evil genius behind countless Anti-Superman plots and schemes.
“New persona?” Bruce whispered in Selina’s ear.
“Jenifer Luthor, the head of Luthor Corps, what was Lex Corps,” Selina looked at down at her lap.
“Hello Bruce,” Jenifer smiled, “Hello Mr. Kent. You remember Mercy?”
“Yes,” Bruce smiled, “Been a minute, but yes.”
“You don’t mind if we join you,” Jenifer started seating herself.
*
Tony was listening to the honey sweet words of Mistress Pepper on the Bluetooth earbuds while she rubbed up close to him. The sound track informed him about how he loved being Pepper’s latex fuck pet. He would always obey Mistress Pepper. After lunch she would take him to get outfitted with gimp suits and restraints. President of Operations was a bland title, but it carried the air of power needed without betraying how much power she actually held. Behind closed doors, the board of Directors and the key shareholders all referred to Pepperia Killpots as Mistress and soon all of Stark Enterprises would too.