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[arjudy224]

The Intern: Outreach Gala

Another uneventful day for Gotham's environmental intern...

Prequel: Death of a family

The Intern: Day one

The Intern: The Laughing Fish

The Intern: Busy Work

The Intern: Outreach Gala

The Intern: Visiting an old friend

The Intern: Chemical Valley

The Intern: Billionaire Boys Club

Gotham's public library appears unrecognizable under the cloak of night. Broad leaves shroud the outside exterior of the Gothic pillars while ivy cascades down the large door frames. Harris raises an eyebrow.

"How many forests do you think Wayne destroyed in his quest to save the planet?" He questions with a smirk.

Each grey hair is perfectly gelled out of his face. Ditching his glasses for the occasion, Dr. Harris may actually care about tonight's guests. The bouncer outside the door seemed to think the dress code was not a laughing matter.

Taking his extended arm, I roll my eyes. The security guy nods to the two of us as we walk through the door.

"Professor, if you keep saying things like that Gordon's going to question your stances on Gotham's resident Eco-terrorist. " I whisper with a smile. "....but at least 12."

Thanks to the joint collaboration between Wayne Industries, Goth-corp, and the Gotham Department of Environmental Protection. Gotham City is hosting its first Environmental Outreach Gala for the nearby tri-state area. Unfortunately for me, they saddled the newest intern to do all the heavy lifting. Young joints and all that jazz. At least I got an invite. The invites ran out before the IT guy could get one. Poor Eddie.

My heart flutters a little bit as a realization hits me. I’m actually here… surrounded by giants in clean energy and the scientific community alike. Award-winning journalists... All for the future of our planet. Passing my reflection, I smile thinking of how far I’ve come from that little river rat back at home.

A figure in the corner of my eye draws my thoughts away from the Grandma debrief. Dick Grayson, the Billionaire’s son, charms the group of ladies by his side. I take a mental note to find time to talk to him when there isn’t such a big crowd. It's been a long time since we last spoke.

The walls echo with the idle chatter coming from the rich socialites of Gotham. Waiters in tuxedos maneuver silently with a tray of champagne flutes in each hand. Considering, that most environmental professionals wear cargo pants from the early 2000s to work... the dress code was definitely a choice. I scan the room for familiar faces. Gordon flashes me a smile from across the room. I nod back. The Mayor works his way around the room with a large smile. It must be an election year.

My throat gets tight. I'm not ready for this. Looking to my right, I find that Dr. Harris has vanished into the crowd.

"Y/N L/N?" A voice calls distracting me from my nerves.

A well-dressed man strolls over. Something about him puts me on edge. Maybe it's his wicked smile or the large emerald ring on his outstretched hand. He walks with an easy air of confidence.

"Lex Luthor."

My heart does a little tap dance in my chest. The tight fabric of my rental dress makes it hard to breathe. I shake his hand politely. The party-goers go quiet around us. From the corner of my eye, Lois Lane, an investigative reporter from Metropolis, shoves through the crowd. So much for being a fly on the wall.

"I recently worked with a Professor of yours. She had a lot to say about your graduate proposal."

This cannot be happening. Memories of those long fights in the lab flash in the back of my mind. Mr. Luthor's cat-like gaze observes my reaction curiously.

I cover my face in embarrassment. That woman deserves hate mail. I could have at least been asked to type or spell-check it beforehand.

"To be frank, I originally chose the topic to get a rise outta her. Dr. Hendrix had me doing dishes for 3 weeks straight after I accidentally messed up a sample, so I wrote a proposal I knew she wouldn't like."

When I finally uncover my face, Luthor stares down at me with an amused grin.

"Even so. I'd like to discuss potential funding opportunities in Metropolis. If this is something you would think up out of boredom, I'd love to see what you can do when you put your mind to it."

That brings a smile to my face.

"Really? Everyone who I've brought it up to has been apprehensive about researching Kryptionian radiation.

"We need more scientists to ask questions Ms. L/N. Even the ones, that people don't want to know the answer to. "

The sullen green glow draws my eye once again to Mr. Luthor's ring finger... Wait, that's not an emerald. That's Kryptonite.

"Is this a personal interest of yours?" I ask slowly glancing between his eyes and his ring.

"In some ways."

An unspoken conversation occurs when he notices my acknowledgement of his strange choice of jewelry. The silence only creates more questions. Why would you wear something you know is irradiated?

"I hope to hear from you soon." Mr. Luthor concludes after handing me a business card, "There is always a spot at Lexcorp for a future scientist with your talents."

I stand there in silence watching him leave. The sleek modern design of the card lists only the bare essentials: his name, office address, and contact information in silver lettering.

Four hours ago, I was hauling boxes for the decorating committee. Huh. A nearby waiter offers a champagne flute from the tray. Respectfully, I turn them down. This dress costs more than my rent.

“Oh no. Thank you. I am… working.”

"Does work-life balance not apply to interns?” A voice interrupts.

I try not to roll my eyes at the "intern" comment. The constant reminders of my status are getting old. Starting at his perfectly buffed dress shoes, my gaze drags along the fabric of his black designer suit. Dick Grayson sure does like to make an entrance. With his dark curls and friendly blue eyes, his familiar smile knocks over my defenses. Sipping on his drink, he waits for my response with a teasing grin. His energy is contiguous. I ignore his question to ask my own instead.

“Has anyone told you that you tend to appear out of nowhere?”

His striking eyes light up with a mischievous glint.

“You have no idea.” He laughs, "It's nice to see you back in Gotham. It's been a long time."

"It has. From the rumors, you have been up to quite a bit of trouble." I joke gesturing to the envious eyes from across the room.

He raises a curious eyebrow.

“Good things I hope?”

Glancing around the room, I ignore the dozen eyes staring daggers in my direction. Academia can be such a bitch.

“Nothing too crazy: a few murders, unfounded accusations, and you might be an alien?”

Dick grimaces while tilting his head ever so slightly. He swirls his drink, yet doesn't take a sip.

“Sounds about right. Anything you believe? “

I pause... Do I play coy?

“I’m not sure an alien could do a quadruple summersault.”

Something flashes in his eyes that I don’t quite understand. For a moment, I wonder if I should have held my tongue. His suspicion morphs into the first genuine smile I've seen all evening.

“You’ve kept tabs on me Y/N.”

Before I can respond, a scream causes the ballroom to descend into chaos. Vines shoot out from under the floorboards while the native plants start attacking the guest. A woman with flaming red hair paces the floor. Her vines wrap around each person one by one…. A thorny bush springs out of a fallen leaf snagging my delicate rental dress.

Dammit Pamela. We talked about this.

Glancing at the bartender's horrified expression, I frown.

“I change my mind. I’ll have that drink now.”

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

"The figure in my backyard"

A couple refs of The Figure Mark saw in my recent HSH Fic!

(Complete cut nightmare sequence (Still canon but couldn't be fit into the fic itself) involving this fella below the cut, along with one of its other forms-)

Mark couldn’t recall why he was in a field. He looked around, seeing the sun shining down on the seemingly infinite field that surrounded him, stretching as far as he could see with only the occasional maple tree decorating it, along with a lone deer that was grazing behind them. He looked down, seeing he was dressed in a black suit, being clothing he didn’t own normally, aside from the cross necklace still around his neck. Sure, he had a suit for prom, but it was a rental; why is he wearing one now? He looked up, pausing when he saw something in the distance in front of him, being small stone pillars in rows, standing up from the ground. With nothing else of interest around, he stepped towards it, slowly approaching it to see that the “stone pillars” he saw were actually gravestones.

Lines and lines of faded gravestones, with none marked aside from the date of birth and death. Mark walked down one of the rows, noticing that not one of the graves had flowers or any form of decoration or offerings; simple, grey, rectangular slabs of stone with no name engraved. He stared down at the graves before looking forward and seeing one with no date engraved either, standing above a large, rectangular hole in the ground. Mark paused in front of it, hesitantly looking downwards to see the hole went down indefinitely, with it getting too dark to see anything. He looked back up at the headstone, its words being unclear and unreadable, smudging and warping in his sight. He felt cold air hit the back of his neck, causing him to turn around, freezing when he saw Cesar, though Mark didn’t even have to look very long to realize that it wasn’t Cesar whatsoever.

Cesar’s eyes were being held open by an invisible force, exposing the muscles underneath the stretched out eyelids. He had a soft, close-mouthed smile as he stared back at Mark with an unblinking gaze, as if he was unable to blink whatsoever. He wore a yellow bowtie with a black tuxedo, one Mark remembered him wearing at the same prom Mark went to, albeit wearing a different colored bowtie and a yellow carnation instead of a rose pinned to the lapel. Cesar continued to stare at Mark as he backed away, his heel reaching the edge of the hole before he stopped. Mark wanted to speak, though found himself unable to, as any and all thoughts he could say got caught somewhere between his brain and his mouth. Cesar smiled wider, or attempted to anyway, looking as if he was trying to open his mouth but couldn’t. His mouth was just a thin layer of skin when he tried to smile wider, stretching over some sort of maw as Cesar began inching closer. Mark stared at the façade of his friend before his foot slipped, causing him to fall backwards with a horrified yell as he plummeted downwards.

Mark looked upwards, seeing “Cesar” staring down at him as he fell deeper into the pit, wondering where the bottom was until he fell into a body of liquid, his back stinging from the impact as he began to sink. He shook his head, beginning to frantically swim back to the surface before resurfacing, taking in a deep breath as he looked around, seeing nothing but a black void around him, only being partially illuminated by the light from the opening above. He looked down at himself, seeing that he was coated in a layer of thick, deep crimson blood, staining his clothes and weighing down his ratty hair. He screamed in horror, wading to keep himself above the surface as he looked up, his wide eyes staring back at Cesar’s.

Cesar remained still, staring at Mark, not once responding in any way to Mark’s pleas and cries for help. Mark paused, his confusion and horror growing when he saw multiple other figures show up above the pit, staring down at Mark while all dressed in what appeared to be funeral clothing. He saw some faces he recognized, and some he didn’t, all staring blankly down at him without expression.

“H…HELP ME!” Mark begged, trying to suppress his sobs before he felt something grab his leg. He looked down, seeing bloodied, thin, mangled arms clasping onto his clothes as Mark struggled to keep afloat, looking back up to see that the hole was being covered by something. “DON’T LEAVE ME HERE!” Mark screamed as he reached his hand towards the dwindling light. “DON’T LEAVE ME!”

(The dream ends here, and he just wakes up. also. here's what "Cesar" looked like:)

[faghubby]

breaking you in

"do you like it?" I asked Paul. As I slowly worked the anal probe into him.

"Yehhhh" he moaned which made me smile as I worked it in further. It was long about 10 inches but thin with bumps that got bigger and bigger but never thicker then an inch I guess. I did not expect for him to let me get it all in him at least not the first time. I had used a finger even two while giving him a blowjob a few times but this was different as I had the whole thing buried in his ass. I took his cock back in ,y mouth as I yanked the toy out. He exploded as I did. I sucked up and swallowed every drop as he emptied his balls down my throat.

"You okay" I laughed as he laid there with a smile on his face. He grabbed me and kissed me. I don't think he was thinking as he must of tasted his spank. He hesitated for a moment then continued to kiss me.

"Um like the taste" I laughed.

"Not as bad as you always say" he shot back. I climbed on top of him

"Well taste this, we both know you love the taste of me" I giggled as I sat on his face. He flipped me over but never stopped licking my clit. He was so good at this part I thought as he made me cum in under 10 minutes. I had to push him off to make him stop. I cupped his ass as we held each other.

"Does it hurt?" I asked

"No, it felt amazing" he confessed. We laid there holding each other for awhile before we had to get up.

"Paul get up my parents will be home soon" I warned him

"Cindy we are getting married I think they are aware we have sex" he shot back. He knew I just felt uneasy with having sex in my parents house. I gave him the look and he got up.

We where staying with my parents till our new apartment was ready. Ot had been two weeks already. And they had told us it wouldnt be ready till we got back from out honeymoon. We would be married by then. I giggled to myself alittle as I saw Paul walking a bit strange. I cleaned up the toy and hid it away.

We had always been a bit adventurous when it came to sex. But never had thought about switching traditional roles till a few days ago when we bought the toy. Originally for me. But Paul had made a joke when we bought it about prostate massage.

It was a few days later when Paul had just gotten out of the shower he bent over and I pushed him against the dresser. My mom was home so I was quiet.

"Nice ass" I whispered in his ear. I ran my finger over his asshole.

"Um what you have in mind?" He asked wiggling his ass.

"You're serious aren't you?" I asked still teasing him. He just nodded.

"Don't move" I told him and went to the box I hid I pulled out a stainless steel butt plug and lube. Paul never even turned around as I lubed it and worked into his tight ass. I smiled alittle it had a pink jewel where his asshole should be.

"There you go bitch. You can wear that all day" reminding him of the last time he had me wear it. He had a hardon and wanted to fuck.

"No, later when mom goes out if you behave" I told him. And watched him get dressed. I took every opportunity to grab his ass. As we discussed final details of the wedding with mom.

(Paul's point of view)

My future mother in law Kerry was great. I swear her and Beth where twins separated by 25 years. Beth had put this plug in my ass. It felt amazing but I found it hard to focus. I wanted to throw Beth on the table and have her right then. I even found myself checking out Kerry's ass. She looked great for her age a bit wider in the hips a little heavier but damn.

"Paul" Bob called as he walked in the front door. Bob was my future father in law. He was alright. I think he saw more of me as taking his only daughter then gaining another son.

"Come on we have to go pick up the tuxedo" he told me. He kissed Kerry. I kissed Beth who smacked my ass a little with a look of concern. I just shrugged and left with Bob. We met my brother in law to be Brent at the rental shop.

"So you should all try them on make sure everything is correct" the salesman said. I grabbed mine and headed to a changing room. As soon as I went to close the door it opened again and Bob walked in.

"There busy, so" is all he said as he quickly stripped.

"You know Beth is just like Kerry. She is strong willed. they li,e the same things and don't compromise" he was saying i looked up to see him in his boxers. That couldn't be. I thought this man had a fucking anaconda sized cock in his shorts. I couldn't get the image of the bulge out of my head. The plug in my ass didn't help as I tried to think of anything not to get an erection. The tuxedo fit fine. And we where soon on our way home. I just couldn't get my father in laws size out of my head. Beth and Kerry liked the same things would Beth like a big cock.

(BETH)

Paul seemed oddly stressed when he came back with my dad.

"I think it hit him, you know getting married just nervous" my dad tried to ease my concern. Paul wore the plug all day. I had figured he had taken it out. But when we went to bed he didn't ask he just attacked me quietly of course. I touched his ass and he moaned I realized he still wore the plug. I didn't let him take it out till after he came.

"Beth have you, I mean. The guys you been with" Paul was trying to ask me something.

"What is it?" I asked

"Size, I mean you been with bigger guys?" He blurted out.

"You are perfect" I assured him. That wasn't completely true but I loved him.

"But there have been bigger guys?" He continued

"Well yes" I confessed

"And would you want that again?" He asked.

"If thus is some way to break up with me" I said annoyed.

"No!" He said "its just you and your mom are so. Well you both like the same things?" He was babbling.

"What does my mother have to do with guys i may have been with?" I was getting passed.

"Well your dad is um really big" he told me.

"What are you talking about" I said sitting up and turning on the light. He looked at me then down then looked at me hopping I would understand and then it clicked.

"OH god, I don't want to hear this" I told him. I smacked him and realized he was rock hard again.

"Paul do you think I will want a big cock because, my mom does? Oh that's just to wierd to think about" I told him.

"Is that why you are so excited thinking about me riding a big cock?" I whispered I knew from his expression it was. I picked up my phone and searched for an old video.

"Do you want to see this?" She asked "it's Mark and me" I told him. Mark was boyfriend before I met him. I pushed play he was glued to the small screen it was definitely years ago my hair was so much shorter. I reached over and stroked his throbbing dick as he watched me sink down on eight inches of thick throbbing cock. I stroked him softly teasing him. The video was only about an minute it was good he didn't see what happened later after the video I thought. I got up and dug into a bag I had gotten from the Bachelorette party. I pulled out a big black dildo my friend had given me as a joke. It was quite large and heavy.

"Want to try this?" I asked him. All inhibition of my parents house out the window as I stripped naked. He held the toy

(Paul)

The dildo she handed me was huge. I looked at her and now wanted to see her stretched I wanted to see her slutty. I wanted her to be my slut. As she climbed into bed I wasted no time rubbing the toy against her pussy.

"It's really big go slow" she said.

"Tell me you want it, tell me you're my slut" I said harshly in her ear.

"Yes, I am your slut" she moaned as I pushed the tip of the toy inside her. She shoved a pillow corner in her mouth trying to be quiet. I worked more and more inside. I had buried all 10 inches inside her sloppy hole she was so wet it made sucking noises when I pulled it in and out.

"I am going to fuck you so hard for this" Beth said biting my ear. She softly begged me to stop but I kept going. She must of cum three times before I pulled the toy out. I looked down to see her gapped open. I leaned in and kissed it. She grabbed my hair and held me there smearing her juices all over my face. Before she let me up for air. She then passed out. I was still rock hard I pulled back the blanket and jerked off just looking at her.

(Beth)

I woke up sore. And noticed the dry cum across my breasts. I smiled completely satisfied and got up and showered. Paul joined me on the shower.

"Revenge for last night will come" I told him. He reached down and slid three fingers easily into my still stretched pussy.

"Whatever you say slut" he said laughing. I let him tease me with his fingers

I approached the subject carefully over the next few days. With questions like

"You liked me being your slut? And did you like how I looked after, you must of you played with yourself didn't you?"

(Paul)

I couldn't stop thinking about Beth and her ex. I started to picture Beth with everyone. I even fantasized of her and her best friend in a lesbian affair. I wasn't picturing Beth and I anymore. I was fantasies about Beth with everyone else.

Beth asked questions about what I wanted, my fantasies I was afraid to tell her. But now everything was about the wedding. So we had little alone time. We had sex a few nights later but it was completely normal. Almost routine sex. The next morning I pulled out Beth's naughty box. I found a larger butt plug and lube. But as I pulled it out Beth walked in.

"Baby not today just so much to do" she said sympathetic. I just handed them both to her.

"I see" she motioned for me to turn around I dropped my drawers and she shoved hard the plug into place.

"Better my slut" she said smacking my ass. Before I could even stand up straight Kerry burst in.

"OH so sorry, I didn't" she quickly closed the door. Beth laughing handed me the lube and chased after her. I got dressed and embarrassed went to the kitchen. I noticed my mother in law checking out my ass. Beth smacked my ass before i sat down right in front of her mom.

"I thought for sure you would of removed it" Beth said laughing. Kerry burst out laughing as well. Ob walked in what is so funny.

"Nothing just Paul thinks he dying because he had a hemorrhoid" Kerry told him with a wink to me.

"Stress well suck it up man got a wedding to get thru" he said smacking my shoulder.

Brent and his wife Georgia walked in and Kerry made everyone breakfast. I thought about how Brent must have a a huge cock like his dad. And Georgia stretched wide open.

(Beth)

I made excuses to get Paul alone. So I insisted we had to stop somewhere for his family so we could drive in our own car and meet up with everyone later. For a family gathering before the wedding. It was some kooky family tradition.

"Paul are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah why?" He replied

"You been acting kinda distracted since, well since you saw that video" I said I noticed he got hard instantly when I mentioned the video. I reached over and rubbed it thru his slacks. "And then you wanting to wear the big plug" I teased "tell me what's going on in that head"

"I can't stop thinking about you getting fucked by big cocks" he blurted out.

"Cocks? More then one" I laughed. He looked at me with all seriousness.

"Yes, I don't know if I can satisfy you" he told me.

"I love you very much and you make me so happy" I told him.

"Do you know what cuckolding is?" Paul asked.

"Yeah, why is that what you're thinking. You want me to cheat on you?" I asked

"No, not cheat you have my blessing to have sex with who ever you want" he told me.

"I been doing alot of reading. I think I want a Female Led Marriage" he told me. He then sent me a link to a web site. "Read it, think about it" he said then started to drive. I sat back and started to read. It was less then a week to our wedding and he wanted some crazy marriage.

It was a two hour drive and I read the whole time about female empowerment. And the husband taking the wifely duties in a marriage.

"Do you want me to make you a sissy?" I asked at one point.

"No, but it would be okay if you wanted me to clean you after a man had you" he confessed.

"You want to eat cum? How about wear my panties?" I asked I didn't want him to answer I watched his cock throb to get the answers.

"I know you want me to fuck you in the ass. That is obvious" I told him.then went back to reading. When we got close about a mile away.

"Pull over" I told him I quickly pulled out his dick and sucked it he came rather quickly. I then kissed him and fed him his own cum. He didn't resist.

"Don't rinse it out, keep the taste till after we greet everyone let them smell spank on your breath. We had a great dinner and received the wedding gifts from the family. As I said family tradition. Paul had not drank anything but a bit of champagne from a toast.

"I don't want you drinking alcohol anymore unless I give it to you" I had told him. He agreed without any problem. Paul as loading the car with gifts. When my mom came up to us.

"Me and your father are going to stay at uncle Nick's tonight." She winked and kissed us both goodbye. I spent the ride home reading more about Female Led Marriage

"I think I like you to be like Georgia" I told Paul. We had joked about her in the past how she didn't have a thought unless Brent gave it to her. She was definitely the little house wife to her brother.

"And if you are going to be a proper beta husband I will expect you to be proper not just to me bit to my friends and family." I told him as I learned more. It was late when we arrived home. I still made Paul carry in all the packages. As I got ready for bed. Paul still wore the plug.

"How does your ass feel? Does it help you to remember your place ? Is that why you wanted to wear it?" I asked him he didn't answer

"You will have to learn to answer me" I told him.

He stopped.

"Sorry, it makes me excited" he told me.

"Would you like to try pegging?" I asked

"He looked down at the floor and shuffled his feet. This was not the man I thought I knew only two weeks ago.

"Maybe" was all he said.

"Disapline is an important part of a marriage" I mentioned he looked at me and swallowed hard. "I don't think I want to lock you in chastity. But I can't have you sneaking off to touch yourself" I told him.

"Now go remove the plug and get ready for bed." He happily went off do as he was told.

Paul was making me breakfast when I woke up. He wore my mother's apron. I pulled out his cock and jerked him off as he served me breakfast. I caught his cum in a cup. And bought it to his lips.

"I will make you clean up all my lovers cum" I told him as I made him drink his own cum. We spent the morning establishing rules.

He agreed to a very strick diet and exercise routine he would look the part of my strong husband even if he was to be my bitch. He would wear panties whenever I had a date. Or whenever I wished. He agreed to all domestic chores. He would learn to do them as I wished them done. I didn't have sex with Paul again telling he had to wait till after the wedding. I didn't even let him see me naked.

(Paul)

The night before the wedding Beth spent the night at the Matron of Honors house. In the morning I was woken by Kerry.

"Beth wanted me to give you this to wear today." I sat up in the bed. I had shaved my body hair close. But not shaved I was to keep it neat. This included my pits and legs. Kerry noticed. I looked at the pile of clothes Kerry had just handed me. It was pink satin panties with a set of stockings and garter.

"Beth has told me about your marriage arrangements" Kerry smiled. I blushed and couldn't look at her.

"Get up I will help you get ready before Bill gets up." Kerry told me. She waited as I showered and shaved. She made sure I put on the stockings and panties properly then put on my tux.

"I invited Beth's ex boyfriend Mark to the wedding" Kerry told me. I thanked her.

The day went smooth Beth even danced with her ex Mark. Other then the champagne toast I didn't have a single drink. Even when my brother bought me a shot.

"I am so proud of you" Beth told me as we danced. "I am going to disappear for a little while. You will have to make excuses" don't worry. Mom will help" she told me kissed me on the cheek and left. lynn her best friend left with her to make it seem like they went off together. I also noticed Mark was missing. Kerry grabbed my arm and danced with me.

"Beth is consumating your marrage" she told me. We told everyone Beth wasn't felling well. As soon as she returned we said our goodbyes. Since Beth was a bit under the weather. In the limo she closed the privacy screen and spread her legs. I lifted her dress and buried my face in her used pussy, she wore no panties. Mark had kept them as a survivor.

"Tonight I am going to consmate our marriage in a way it will actually be." She pulled out a strapon cock and showed it to me. I went back to licking her clean until we reached the hotel. We where to catch a plane in the morning. I wondered if I would be wearing panties for that as well.

[gingergofastboatsmojito]

Bond, Jane Bond

007007007007007007007007007007007007007007007007

People are gathered at the Peacock Theater in Downtown Los Angeles watching two ladies, a redhead and a blonde one, perform an act. They are pretending to play a game. The redheaded woman grabs a hidden envelope and cheats. This lady proceeds to read it and announce a category, all the nominees, and then the winner. They both smile and the audience claps.

Meanwhile, Bond is walking up the marble stairs to the top of the theater, overlooking the crowd. Her silky skintight black one-shoulder little black dress was turning heads but more so were her black long legs that went on forever.

Bond gets to a corridor on the top floor, exactly where she wants to be at that time, looks down at a brass doorknob, and sees the reflection of the blue-eyed man in a tuxedo coming at her. Bond spins around faster than the blink of an eye and knocks him down.

He gets up, clearly sore, rubbing his jaw and checking it for fractures.

"What the fuck are you doing, Bond!"

"Oops, sorry! I thought you were, Chris."

"Chris is 6.2!"

"Sorry."

"You're gonna have to pay for this."

"Is that blood?"

"It's a rental Calvin Klein."

2 hours later Mr. Iger was dead. Paramedics were called in but it was too late by the time they arrived.

The cause of death was later determined as arrhythmia and since Iger had a history of arrhythmias and other heart conditions, no foul play was suspected. Bond's alibi was airtight and her plan was executed to perfection with the help of the blue-eyed blond man in the tux with a sore jaw.

007007007007007007007007007007007007007007007007

The old hack knocks Bond to the ground.

She kicks her again, then pulls her by the hair.

"This time, Bond, the pleasure will be all mine."

She laughs like a hyena and crushes Jane's ribs again. Bond struggles, in pain.

Carmy walks in with a gun. Points at the old lady attacking Bond and fires.

1 bullet between the eyes was all it took.

Bond has recovered. She's quick to set the timer and then she runs as fast she can in the opposite direction grabbing Carmy by the arm and taking him with her.

The explosion that follows shortly after erases any traces that both Bond and her "associate" were there.

The explosion was later blamed on a gas leakage. MI6 had to pay good money and collect a few favors in high spheres of power to cover that one up as the Fire Department determined in a matter of hours that gas had nothing to do with the blast.

Bond was cleared. Lived to die another day. So did Carmy who enjoyed this constant back and forth of saving each other's lives. It turned him on.

007007007007007007007007007007007007007007007007

Clothes scattered everywhere, empty glasses, Dom Perignon floating in an ice bucket. It’s the bedroom of the place they’re staying at. Jane is sleeping peacefully on the bed. She's on her stomach, only her black fuck-me heels on.

"Syd?"

Her brown eyes open. Barely above a whisper... "Yes?"

Carmy appears from beside her on the bed, wrapped in the sheets from the waist down. He rolls on top of her and kisses her bare back eliciting a long moan.

"In the hallway, when you punched me - did you mean it?"

They stroke each other’s hair. She smiles...softly as they lock eyes.

"Yes."

Carmy looks at her, he's appalled. Hurt. Not physically this time around, though. Worse.

"Basic rule. Always hit first."

Carmy takes a pillow and playfully smothers her with it. Bond’s laughing...they grin and passionately kiss, and she says she's sorry again. He believes her.

He shouldn't have. She always knew he wasn't Chris. The jab he took had a name and a last name, white porcelain skin, dark hair, blue eyes, and a cleavage that left nothing to the imagination.

"Second rule. I'm Bond for you now, we are on a mission. Forget my name."

"Roger that. But don't hit me again or I will blow your cover, Bond."

"You deserved it." Bond says as she kisses him and bites his lips.

"Sorry."

"Are you? Really?"

"Of course I am. I love you."

"Do you, Carmy?"

"I love you so dearly, Sydney. I want us in each other's lives forever."

007007007007007007THEEND00700700700700700700700

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Tiny sneak peek if ch3

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Lexa never really saw herself as much of a ‘chiffon and ruffles' kind of girl. 

Apparently she had slept-walked through the phase of daydreaming adolescence that seemed to have infected the greater population of her peers whenever homecoming and prom had rolled around over a decade earlier. Her general disposition and distinct lack of enthusiasm meant she had remained mercifully unscathed through most banquets and dinner parties, even managing to slip through the cracks of a few ill-conceived appearances at more distant friends' nuptials-to-be.

She'd thought she'd flown under the radar of pomp, frills, and satin for the entirety of her life. Safe in her cotton blends of sundresses, dress slacks, and half-undone button downs.

And yet there she stood, surrounded by shocks of bunting, bows, and lace.

It honestly made her feel a bit queasy.

Yet, the bridal shop had felt like a welcome reprieve from the chaos of the brunch turned midmorning affair. Eggs Benedict and half eaten sausage laid in discarded puddles of ketchup and syrup as everyone had moved from the sanctuary of their assigned tables to use the rest of the allotted time to catch up with old faces. But with a time crunch at hand and a very ‘Not Here To Mess Around’ Abby taking the reins, Lexa had found herself ushered out of the banquet hall and into Clarke's death trap of a convertible, right along with the bride-to-be and (soon-to-be ex) groom yet again. 

A lead footed trip across town had them screeching up in front of a small boutique that would've vaguely resembled any other dress storefront, if it were not for the general appearance that someone had thrown up pepto bismol coated taffeta all over anything that would sit still.

They'd been met inside by the shop owner herself, Abby having apparently taken an immediate liking to the stout dictator of a woman whose vaguely threatening aura was only enhanced by a thick European-esque accent that Lexa couldn't quite pin down. But between fluttering lashes and clasping hands and smiles that betrayed nothing short of gratitude and a willingness to do whatever the woman decreed, Lexa had been able to tell from the second they'd walked in that Abby was positively smitten.

She'd ushered the group in pairs, waving the bridal party toward her right in a bored jab of one calloused finger, while waving the other hand toward the tuxedo rental outlet that connected next door with a droll, “Anybody who wants a suit, you go there. Unless boys, you want dress as well. I can do that. Otherwise, you go. Go.”

Which was how Lexa had found herself standing awkwardly off to the side in a sea of her family, mixed in among people she'd only met about an hour before as each getting prodded, poked, and pinched by tiny but mighty hands in the name of getting their measurements. 

"I have been on dates that haven't felt this intimate," Raven grunted from her place on the pedestal before being unceremoniously spun around, just to have her arms yanked out to the sides the second she found her footing. "Ow, shit, lady."

"No curse in my shop. Only smiles. It's happy day," the owner droned out in hollow, monotone clips, before planting a hand on Raven's back and all but shoving her off to the side. “You're beautiful, yes, perfect. Okay, go.”

Raven stumbled out of the line with a backward scowl, making her way over to where the bride and maid of honor waited for the rest of the bridal party to finish their turn. "Who fuckin' let her outta the gulag early?"

Clarke barely paused in her casual perusal of the closest rack lined with dress options. "Hey, uh-uh. She's the only one who could promise to have all four bridesmaids dresses done in three days and do alterations for everyone else. Her work is supposedly immaculate—"

"And that's great, I'm in awe of her tiny bridal kingdom, but she doesn't have to give me a pap smear and a smack on the ass to get that done."

"At least she didn't actually feel you up," Lexa offered with a shiver at the memory of her turn in line. She double-checked that no one was paying attention to their little huddle before lowering her voice and bringing her hands up to roughly cup her own breasts. "Oh no. You have metal on your bosoms," she imitated the shopkeeper in an accented, disappointed whisper, "This will be no good. You take those out day of, okay?"

"Lexa—"

"They're nice, though, yeah," she continued over Clarke's chiding in the same mysterious accent, giving an added flick to one piercing studded nipple in question. "Not cross-eyed. Very nice. But no good for big day."

The trio worked to smother their giggles as Clarke reached out and dragged Lexa's hands away from her own chest. "Seriously, stop," Clarke whispered through her own fit of laughter. "If you offend her, mom is going to go ballistic."

"Tell me about it. Jake needs to get here pronto ‘cause I give it like another half hour tops before Abby’s ready to open the marriage."

"Besides," Clarke stressed, ignoring Raven entirely. "Don't listen to her. You know I don't care if your piercings show through your dress."

"She's telling you she wants you to put the girls on display,” Raven added with a sultry shimmy of her chest.

"Dude. My mother is fifteen feet away."

“Well you're the one telling her you want her highbeams on full blast.”

Clarke's face heated into a deep shade of pink as she leveled Raven with a glare and snatched another hangered dress off the rack. “That is not what I said. What I said was that it's not an issue. Lexa's nipples won't be an issue.”

“I've been your friend for a long time, Clarke. When has Lexa's nipples ever not been an issue?”

Lexa weakly interjected, “Maybe we could all stop talking about Lexa's nipples now. Maybe that's the real issue.”

“You brought ��em up, cutie,” Raven husked with a smooch of her lips and a lecherous sweep of her tongue over her teeth. 

Lexa merely rolled her eyes, while Clarke piped up, “Stop flirting with my maid of honor, Raven.”

Raven snorted a laugh. “You first.”

Clarke made a garbled sound of dissent and whirled around, walking over to the connecting wall covered in mirrors without bothering to dignify that with an answer.

Seemingly pleased with her effect, Raven slung an arm over Lexa's shoulder and met her look of disapproval with an evil smirk. 

“You guys really make it way too easy.”

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[survivalist-anon]

Log 19: The Chase

After the night's performance, the crew headed back to their rooms after another near perfect performance.

As for the rest of the Astartes, they headed back to their hotel rooms, with mixed feelings.

Bilhard, scowling in frustration, was looking at Wick from across the hotel room.

Wick, glared back.

Sten had been observing the situation, wondering when the tension would break.

A few knocks at the door was just the break he needed.

Looking through the peephole, he could see Cahrilo and Toke both giggling a little, with a bag in their hands. Sten opened the door, he could smell the potpourri of cigar smoke, buffet food, liquor.....and ladies perfume.

"ah....I see you lads were enjoying yourselves...", Sten droned.

"AH HA AYE, BROTHER! This may be a hive of hedonism, but it do be a fun row!", Toke chuckled giving his lips a lick. "Oy, Cahrilo, pass me that bottle again.", it was then Cahrilo pass him a sizable novelty bottle in the shape of a woman's boot. He than proceeded to chug a little, "you want some? It makes for a fine treat.".

"If you mix a dozen different drinks at once, people bet money you to see how much you can drink, and when they lose....", Cahrilo shows a pillow case of cash.

"So... gambling? Is that what you two have been doing? Absolute debauchery? I expected better from you Cahrilo.", Bilhard stared daggers at Cahrilo.

"Oh please Bilhard, let your guard down. The heretical activities here in Las Vegas are hardly anything worth worrying about. I've been here long enough to say, there nothing truly sinister outside of the usual struggles of man.", Wick motioned to Cahrilo to show him the bag. "How much were you able to make?", he peered into the bag and could there was a little more than money. Random valuables, car keys to cars he most certainly had no idea where to find them let alone were not guaranteed to be rentals, lingerie and a phone or two. "....I believe you may want to return some of these.", Wick gave an awkward smile.

Sten was mildly amused at the whole situation, "but it's now time to get into more important matters...how can we help you on your mission...", Sten asked Wick.

"For starters, I had originally planned to leave by the end of the week I now plan on leaving by tomorrow morning. I had given Selene instructions on what to take and when to meet me. I have a colleague tha-", he saw Bilhard raise his hand.

"-we will not be including any civilians within this mission. You will have to notify your colleague his services are no longer required.", Bilhard sternly responded.

Wick turned his head to Bilhard, "I have everything under control, what you all can do is simply get us out of the city as fast as possible. The rest of the plan is to divert attention away from Sleen and his men. He's a weak and greedy man and I'm certain he may find some way in finding out our escape.".

"oh come now, what can one wee fat man do to us?", as Toke had finished his sentence, there was a heavy knock at the door.

"THIS IS LAS VEGAS PD. COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP.", blasted from the door.

The room went silent, Wick stood up to check the peephole, ....it wasn't the cops.... But a group of heavily armed men in tuxedos.

"interesting..... gentlemen...I do suppose we have enough space in here to stuff them in the bathroom....do we?... I'm counting four m-", suddenly, bluish smoke started bellowing from the under the foot of the door, flooding the room with gas.

At first all five Astartes weren't too worried until it became clear something about this smoke affected them much more differently.

"What th-~~~", Wick went down first as he was closer to the door.

"COVER UP!", Bilhard tore a piece of the bed sheets and covered his face with it like a bandana. The others followed soon after.

Toke was coughing under his mask as he was the second closest to the door, "how could this be?!? What in thiii-~~", Toke had fallen unconscious.

It was clear what was happening, the gas was knocking each of them out. Sten quickly headed to the glass window and broke through to let fresh air in, "WE HAVE TO TAKE THEM OUT OF HERE NOW!", he toted Toke over his shoulders, Cahrilo with Wick.

Looking down from the sixth floor, Sten had to make a quick decision, "I hope you all are not afraid of heights!", he leaps out and attempts to land on to the next building, nearly breaking through the roof.

Bilhard quickly gathers their equipment in case if it's left behind, "Cahrilo go ahead! I'll follow you guys down!", he commanded as he began to barricade the door with his body, the banging continued as the group of four men on the other side of the door were unsuccessful. Looking through the people again, he was now seeing that there was five more men, holding a battering ram this time. "GET OUT OF HERE NOW!", this time, the battering ram was starting to help.

Cahrilo had followed Sten to the same building, the both of them running away and leaping off to the ground level.

Bilhard had been left behind for the sake of barricading the Intruders, he looked at the door and decided to take the same leap of faith, without somebody holding him, his landing would probably be a lot more smoother. As he sprinted out of the window, the sounds of the door crashing open had echoed from the window.

All five Astartes were on the move, Bilhard had just caught up with Cahrilo and Sten. "How is this possible?!? What was in that gas, theres no materials on Earth that can knockout an Astartes like that so quickly!", he ran in perfect pacing.

"there's a lot we don't know about this planet Bilhard! And there's an unfortunate chance we could find something here that can incapacitate us!", Sten concluded as the conversation was immediately interrupted by a large transport truck nearly colliding with all of them at once, nearly dodging them.

And the back of the truck, five other heavily armed men point tranquilizer guns at all of them, shooting off as many shots as possible.

Sten, Cahrilo were all hit in the chest. While Bilhard had been able to dodge a few, he reached into the bag pressing an emergency signal for Moors to come in and assist.

"Looks like Wick's lady friend is going to have to wait for us on a later date.", Bilhard quietly assessed, suddenly he felt a sharp electrical shock on the thigh of his leg. He had been used to electrocutions before from enemies prior, but this was an extraordinary amount of electricity. He looked down and saw what looked like a more stronger version of a cattle prod.

With a loud clank, he felt something around his neck, it was a restraining claw. He looked to his left and right and saw that Sten and Cahrilo had begun to slow down, being hit with some unknown substance.

What Bilhard hadn't noticed was that he too was injected with a tranquilizer dart. Has mine begin to slow down and slowly fade, fighting the mystery cocktail, you can feel his muscles weakening, falling to his knees shaking as his body was trying to metabolize the injections, but to no avail.

Just before he was about to go unconscious, you could see Sleen slowly coming out of the truck, chuckling to himself.

"What's da matter Jughead? Getting sleepy? Hehehe... enjoy your nap.", Sleen mocked him as he passed out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Staring out into the starry Nevada sky, Moors couldn't stop thinking about what Gus had told him about the long road to the Stars.

How he could feel the urgent need in Gus's voice to commit to his plans.

"....I swear Gus...if you don't come out of that bunker next time I'm there....", he let out a sigh. He had no idea what he was going to do.

Gus was a son, little brother, and friend all rolled into one for Moors ....it only been as recently as the past few year since he's been far away from him.

He left the last of his cigars, it was his third box of cigars too. He had been listening intently to the radio to keep his mind off of things.

Until a faint beeping started, turning to the dashboard and saw the emergency rescue signal had been activated. "By the throne?", by this point, Moors was not expecting Bilhard do you have any need to activate the signal to begin with.

He checked a security camera around the bus in case it was being used to signal that group was near the bus, nothing. He had decided to check the GPS scanner to see where was the signal coming from. The signal was heading to an open desert lot near South Point casino. "What the??", he starts the truck immediately, heading straight to casino.

"What in tarnation....", Moors thought to himself.

Never at any point for an Astartes here on Earth to have needed the emergency signal.

What could have been so serious to actually have Bilhard use it?

A few minutes past and Moors stops a few yards away from the mysterious building housing several large cattle trucks. Yet, these trucks look like they were big enough to handle transporting animals the size of elephants. Moors had scoped out the trucks and could see this was far more than animals.

He could see that there was moving platforms transporting five large crates.

He could see a group of well dressed men with an older Latino gentleman with a bright white suit with red accents on the legs and arms. He looked like a cartel boss from the amount of armed men he had.

A short, fat man in a business suit came out of one of the trucks. Greeting the other man with zeal, only for him to be stopped by his bodyguards.

".....mind if I listen in on you two conversing...", Moors turns on a device that connects to any cellular device, turning it into a secret microphone.

As the static from the speakers come through he could hear there conversation.

"Well Ola, Señor Gustavo Mateo! What a pleasure to finally meet you.", he held out his hand.

Mateo said nothing but smiled gently, leaning to one of his bodyguards to translate for him. "Señor Mateo says that it is also a pleasure to meet you, Mr.Sleen. He wants to know where is the cargo? Three steers?", the bodyguard finished.

"Oh change of plans! There's more of them! So I'm afraid you'll have to raise the paseos a bit. I mean one is rare but five is a deal of a life time!", Sleen finish.

Mateo's changed to a more pensive expression, thinking about the sudden change, he leaned again to his bodyguard, "Señor Mateo would like to know what colors are they.", he finished.

Sleen was confused for a little, until remember what he meant by colors, "oh sorry I have no idea actually, they're naked. No armor. Sooooo it's a bit of a blind bag. Hehehe", Sleen chuckled.

Moors was confused, what was any of these men talking about?

"come look for yourself, this is one took a little while to get him to calm down. He's definitely a fighter." Sleen hits one of the cargo boxes and it moves a little.

It was Bilhard, his shouting was muffled but he was still fighting.

"Can you believe that it's taking 12 ounces of your lovely tranquilizer to put him down?", Sleen said exacerbated, knowing well that those tranquilizers were not cheap. Costing almost half a million each dose.

Mateo peered in the box carefully, he could see Bilhard glaring hatefully at him, he was restrained heavily by industrial grade cattle restraints. His mouth covered by a heavy duty muzzle. Mateo was not too impressed but not too surprised. "Ah........sí, como un toro rabioso. Perfecto para El Niño.....", he leaned again to his translator. "Señor Mateo wants to see the others", he finished.

Sleen knew what he was doing, he was checking the merchandise before purchasing it, regardless as long as one of his purchases included Wick, he had out of the buyers looking for Astartes for their own.... purposes. "Ok, just please take the pale, black haired one, he's a pain in the ass.", he showed the rest of the team.

All restrained similarly, Mateo was more curious about the Sten and Toke. Never had he seen more hairy Marines, he pointed to the both of them for purchase, he also pointed to Wick, as Sleen requested. Sleen peered into the one cage with Wick in it. "Hey! You hear me!? You insufferable little bastard! I'm finally having Selene all to myself! She would make a much better little play thing than she would anything else.", the second he mentioned her name, Wick woke up.

With the immediate strength he was able to snap out of the restraints, as it turned out, because he was unconscious no one expected him to escape the restraints so easily. He snapped out of them and broke through the wall of a change, just barely reaching Sleen.

He let out an ear piercing roar, something about this roar was primal and unnatural.

It was closer to a high frequency shreeck with a billowing of a large animal.

The bodyguard's immediately began to shoot at him but none of the bullets had pierced his skin. He broke out of the box and went straight for Sleen.

The second he picked him up to crush his windpipe, he saw Moor's truck from a distance.

Now he had a choice to either finally take revenge on Sleen for all the abuse he had put him and Selene through, or regroup with Moors to rescue the rest of his team.

For him to make a decision in his mind felt like forever, but he only just had a few split seconds. He tossed Sleen as hard as he could on to the wall of the truck, and sprinted to Moors.

From the truck, Moors was already preparing to pick up Wick mid run.

As the bodyguards were entering their vehicles in order to catch up with Wick, Wick on foot was out running them by the skin of his teeth.

"MOORS!", Wick shouted.

As Moors maneuver the truck in a way that Wick could enter through the back hatch, Wick made a jump for it and narrowly escaped.

Moors turned over to see Wick, "Hey buddy! Where are the others?!", Moors could see the pain in Wick's eyes.

"We need to go back!", Wick shouted.

Moors looked at his rearview mirrors and could see that there were currently six cars driving at top speed after him, all of them taking out what looks like heavy weaponry in order to shoot the truck.

"Hold that thought!", he pushes a few buttons to let out from the rear of the truck hundreds of spike strips.

As they all deployed it, all the the car is immediately begin to swerve as their tires tore apart.

There was no way of them catching up to Moors now.

"Alrighty, we're in the clear. What happened back there?! Where are they taking the others?", Moors question after question trying to understand what happened.

Wick was panting, not only did he feel as if he'd abandoned the others, but he now knows Sleen was going to hurt Selene somehow.

"We need to go back!", Wick pleaded.

"We will buddy....we will ....", it was up to Moors and Wick now.

End of log 19

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