Dispatching a stealth drone to the alley, having it both collect a sample of the youngman's blood…and destroying any remaining blood, of a youngman that mysteriously fell out of the sky and has facial similarities to me…
Once the task of retrieving a genetic sample is complete the data is sent to the servers inside the cave and my various analysis devices begin analyzing the sample…
Though the DNA is partially corrupted, the results are conclusive…their percentile match of his genetics are within the parameters of a sibling who share one parent in common.
"Whomever or whatever sent him or brought him here…knew that making him genetically related to me would…engarner my sympathy…and compassion…his own genuine care and concern for others…even though they are a criminal…closes the deal…the only question I have left is why was he sent here?" I wonder aloud and run my hands through my hair, 'It's starting to get too long…have to have Alfred give me a trim…he gets rather sensitive when I don't let him coddle me.'
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Waking up again feeling much better than before…when getting a blow job from Harley Quinn, I feel a soft furry warmth across my shoulder and against the back of my neck, while my face and upper half of my body is slightly sweaty feeling, cracking open my eyes I get eye fulls of a woman's breast and realize that I have been occupying one as a pillow, the chest of the woman rises and falls gently.
'Harley…Quinn is acting like a body pillow for me…thee Harley Quinn…holy fucking shit…!' I express my shock and surprise internally while removing my arms from Harley's waist, gently reaching up and lifting a cat up from my shoulder, the cat lets out an indignant sounding purr.
But doesn't bite or claw at me, getting up I lay the all black cat down on Harley's stomach..and pet said cat a few times to settle it…her down…barely resisting the urge to pet Harley as well…and make sure that she is real.
Tiptoeing around the room I find the door to the bathroom, 'Who the hell needs so many fucking closets?!' I complain as I enter the bathroom and relieve my insistent bladder.
I spot the remains of my pajama bottoms and black T-shirt in the garbage located inside the bathroom, 'Darn it those were my favorite pair!' I complain and continue to look around…but pause to look in the mirror.
"Is…that…really…me…?" I ask as I self-consciously start brushing my fingertips along my face and body, the reflection in the mirror perfectly matching the sensation of touch on my body.
"Wow…" I murmur and exit the bathroom, checking on Harley finding her and the little black cat to be happily snoozing together still I smile at them, before starting to dig through the closets….
"Either…this is Catwoman's apartment or Harley has…cat themed…leather fetish, and the tool kits of a master thief…" I mutter as I chose to put on the least girls pair of black sweats that I can find…they're a little tight in the groin and ass area but nothing too uncomfortable as they're a loose fitted pair for a woman at least.
Entering the kitchen I'm hit with the smell of feline…and then I'm on the ground, a very large black cat, with very large teeth starts licking my face…and nuzzling it's big head against me…another big black cat soon joins it…and by big I don't mean a large has cat…but big cats…panthers…to be exact.
"Uhh-high to you two…too…" I mutter and cautiously begin petting the two big cats who begin purring happily.
'Why are they not ripping me to shreds?!' As if my mental question is a trigger, the two big cats lose interest in me and saunter off out of view.
"If I wasn't sure before… I sure am now that I'm at one of Selena Kyle's secret hideouts…" I groan and stand up from the floor stretching out my back, looking around. I spot big cat 1 and big cat two lounging on a plush comfy looking daybed.
Shaking my head I enter the kitchen from the living room, it's mostly an open floor pan, looking out the window I see a large garden, wish trees and everything…beyond that is a city skyline..filled with slightly modern Gothic skyscrapers…
"It's official…you're not in New York farm country anymore Shane…you somehow managed to end up in a DC universe…managed to somehow magically heal Harley Quinn from injuries and mutilations…that shouldn't have been able to be healed without thousands of surgeries and probably billions of dollars…if she even survived the initial most lethal injuries…she was afflicted with…"
"You know what…this is too much to think about on an empty stomach…I'm sure Harley could use something to eat as well.." I murmur as I start combining through Selena Kyle's kitchen finding large dishes of prepared meals labeled for who I assume are the two black panthers…Diablo, and Diabolica.
"Okay…that's cute…especially when they're big loveable house cats…" I say while chuckling at the two big cats' names as I take out dishes of food for them and set them out.
"Come here you two big fuzz balls and have some breakfast." I say to the two cats who quickly come over to me, bump their heads against me, before turning on their prepared meals…
Resisting the urge to pet two big cats while they eat, I start grabbing things out of the fridge and cupboards that I need to make a nice breakfast…just as I'm finishing up making a large spread, of sausage, bacon, chocolate waffles and pancakes…Harley Quinn in all of her delicious naked glory saunters/skips into the kitchen the little black cat in her arms.
"Good morning Mistah A, I would have made you breakfast…aww…you found pants…" Harley greets me happily practically vibrating with energy, before pouting cutely at the food and murmuring, something that I can't quite hear, as she drags me over to the dining room table makes me sit down at what would be the head of the table and starts setting a spot on the table for me as the little black cat jumps out of her arms and lays across my shoulders.
Within minutes I find myself sitting on Harley's lap with her eagerly and happily trying to feed me… "Is something wrong Mistah A?!" Harley's bottom lip begins trembling, as her big, beautiful, expressive eyes start to grow misty.
"N-no…" I stutter and allow myself to be fed…by the beautiful blonde, finding a strange sense of…comfort in it all.
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Harley's eyes widen as she overhears Mistah A, talking to himself…
'My Angel…comes from the world of the Authors…' I murmur softly and swallow thickly, 'He knows all the bad things I've done and or have had done to me…and he still calls me his perfect Darling…' The warmth and love I feel filling my heart and flowing throughout me makes me so happy, and the smell of the food that makes my tummy rumble snaps me out of a daze.
"Hmm…there's no reason to hide this from my Angel…" I hum as I pluck Isis from the bed and happily move to join my angel…seeing all the food that he's made for us…I feel a sudden sense of guilt that I made him cook breakfast, after everything he's done for me.
I gently grab his hand and pull him over to the table…and push him into the chair, he still needs his rest after all, I happily make him a plate of breakfast and pour him a glass of milk, looking at him sitting in the chair…I feel like he feels lost, alone, confused…feelings that I know all too well.
'I bet he'll like it!' I cheer in my mind as I lift up Mistah A and make him sit on my lap, when I go to try and feed him he looks at me strangely…he doesn't say anything and his eyes don't hold any malice…but suddenly I hear Joker's voice in my head saying mean things…and I start to cry.
And then Mistah A realizes I just want to be a good… 'Wife…I want to be a good wife for Mistah A…' that thought makes me feel like thousands of bolts of electricity are coursing through my veins…I've felt that before it's fun…but this…this feels so much better…though it's also a little scary too.
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As I reach my fill of Harley feeding me my breakfast, because I'm full…not because the intimacy and the closeness is starting to make me feel self conscious…nope not that in the least.
I take the silverware from Harley, and as she looks ready to burst into tears, "Sit on my lap Harley you need breakfast too…I have no idea how I was able to heal you, but I'm sure your body needs the fuel." I murmur gently and Harley though seems reluctant to lose her position as my seat she does as I want and I realize…this might not have been the best idea…because A my cock had found being babied by Harley to be rather invigorating.
And B Harley very actively starts rubbing her butt against my lap, "Harley you need to eat…" I say gently but with a bit of firmness in my voice that makes Harley tense up and a small part of me worries I might have just activated insta-kill mode…
"Aye-aye Mistah A!" Harley comically salutes me and somehow even though she is sitting in my lap…reality seems to warp and a Harley in a sexy green soldier outfit salutes me before reality goes back to normal…and I'm left blinking and mechanically feeding Harley.
As the plate empties I start to break down, tears start pouring from my eyes, I start babbling…telling Harley, everything and I mean everything about myself every dirty little secret, every regret…every pain...until finally I feel like an empty shell, and Harley holds me tightly, comforting me, telling me it's okay, and that I'm her Angel and nothing will ever change that…while also seemingly having a mental breakdown and crying her heart out, we both ended up falling asleep on Selena's kitchen table, wrapped in each other's embrace.