Good End Pt. 3

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For Dinah, the next few weeks went by in a blur. 

The good guys won, the bad guys got busted, but there was still the matter of clean-up. Freeing the enthralled students and teachers of Kingston Academy came with a whole slew of issues, for one. The ugliest of which was the scandal that rocked the families of the victims. All of those rich, powerful Gothamites stirred into a frenzy because their precious sons and daughters spent god knows how long being exploited by Vivian Kaplan. 

The League made sure to take some steps on that front. They couldn't let the teachers who were put under thrall take the blame. The same extended to all those male students who made up the Kingston Brotherhood. Vivian had them all under her influence, boys and girls alike. It wasn't right to punish them for things out of their control.

The League couldn't do much for the school itself. It quickly became clear that Kingston wouldn't survive the tidal wave of lawsuits that were preparing to hit.

"Good riddance," was all Dinah had to say.

Vivian - which wasn't even her real name - was taken back to Themyscira to answer for her betrayal and theft of their ancient magic. Dinah could only imagine how awkward that trip must have been for Diana, cooped up in the invisible jet with that psycho bitch. She wondered about other things as well, such as what Amazonian punishments were like. Though she didn't dwell on that for very long.

Behind closed doors, the Justice League endured the embarrassment of overlooking the happenings at Kingston for so long.

"There's no two ways about it: We dropped the ball on this." Superman stood at the head of the grand table, his voice resounding clear through the chamber. He looked to each of the attending Leaguers - Dinah noted that almost everyone who wasn't off-world had shown up. "Those women, students and teachers both, will have to carry the trauma of what this Kaplan woman made them do. And those young men, all turned into foot soldiers for her…"

Superman planted his hands on the table, his face hardening with a deep frown. Beside him, the Dark Knight picked up where he left off.

"A failure on our part." Batman made clear. His voice was rougher than the Man of Steel's, but no less commanding. Beneath the black cowl, his eyes were solid and ice cold. "We should have noticed something was wrong the moment Huntress ceased communications."

"And we wish her a speedy recovery." Superman continued, though his frown remained. "She endured more than anyone ever should. It would be a shame to lose someone of her talent and bravery."

On that, there was a part of Dinah that fully agreed - it was vindicating as a heroine to see the likes of Batman and Superman and the older Green Lanterns kick themselves for inaction.

"Make no mistake: this could have been a lot worse. It wasn't… thanks to the efforts of Batgirl and Black Canary."

After all that she'd done to bring down the Kingston Brotherhood, the applause and praise from her fellow heroes was almost surreal. Superman, Batman, the older Green Lanterns, The Flashes, The Hawks, all those 2nd gens from the Justice Society, all of them clapping for her. For the Birds of Prey.

It was… strange. Yes, it was vindicating, even validating, but Dinah didn't feel particularly heroic. Neither did she feel particularly proud.

Dinah wasn't satisfied. Not completely. There was… something missing.

Sitting there in the grand meeting chamber of The Watchtower, Dinah felt something eating away at her. An emptiness. A yearning. Ever since the night of busting Kaplan, she felt it.

A hand on her shoulder shook Dinah from her thoughts. It was Superman, standing tall over her, looking proud, concerned, guilty, all at the same time.

"Sorry I couldn't make it to crash the party with you. I was off-world-"

"It's fine. Really." Dinah offered a faint smile, hoping that would placate him. "It all worked out in the end. The good guys won."

She rose from her seat, feeling his hand retreat from her shoulder. The warmth buzzed even through her leather jacket. A pleasant feeling… but not as pleasing as she knew it could be. 

Then Batman was there as well, sliding up beside Big Blue in silence. Both men stood a full head taller than Dinah. Towers of hard muscle, wrapped tight in gray and blue and black and red. It was irksome, standing in the shadow of men… appealing as well, under the right circumstances.

Dinah blinked, forcing herself to focus. Batman was speaking to her.

"You handled yourselves well." 

"Yeah, well… the girls had a good reason to." Dinah sighed.

Any other time, it would have made her day. Praise from the big, bad Batman was as rare as a five-leaf clover. Today, though, nearly everything lacked a certain luster.

Superman noticed. The man had super senses. How could he not?

"Listen, Dinah… If you feel you need to take some time off, decompress, clear your head, nobody would blame you."

Batman was there to back him up. 

"It's been weeks since you took down Kaplan and her mind control operation. And you spent some time undercover, digging deep into that darkness. After a mission like that, you should take it easy."

Another rarity unfolding before Dinah's very eyes: The Caped Crusader and the Man of Tomorrow on the same page.

Even the side of Dinah that usually liked arguing with the top dog Leaguers couldn't ignore the truth of it. And as much as it irked her to admit it, when Batman and Superman tell you to take a break, you take a break.

"A few days off couldn't hurt…" She mumbled under her breath.

"Exactly." Superman looked relieved. "If not for yourself, do it for us. We worry about you, Dinah. You, Helena, and Barbara."

"Get in touch with them if you can." Batman added. "They're your team. It might be best if you worked off that stress together."

Again, Dinah could only see the truth in their words. Their concern was noble… and greatly appreciated.

A break would do her some good. And it gave her the perfect chance to deal with that feeling. That emptiness…

- - -

A quick jump through the zeta tube had Dinah back planetside. Out of her hero garb, her civilian dress was hip-hugging jeans and a dark jacket over a black sweater - Fall in Gotham was often chilly.

Off-duty, without the obligation of hero work, Dinah had nothing but time. She figured she might as well spend it scratching that itch. 

That need she felt, that yearning, it had only gotten worse since leaving the Watchtower. Luckily she knew how to satisfy it. More than that, she knew where.

Surrounding the blonde was Gotham suburb. Upper class. Stretching out before her eyes were rows of grand homes, two stories or more, each with neat, clean, manicured lawns and trimmed hedges. Peering into the backyards, Dinah spotted pools, gazebos, entire guest homes. Even the sidewalks were spotless.

It was a familiar place and still Dinah found herself bemused. This was not the Gotham she was used to. The wealthy lived on another planet.

But then again… Dinah's world had changed considerably.

She came upon a house. Two stories, painted white. A single Cadillac minivan in the driveway. Front yard boasted a brick path right up to the dark oaken door, flanked on each side by a towering tree. The leaves had just started to turn. 

Dinah spotted the numbers set upon the brick mailbox. 62315 Hill Boulevard.

Same as last time, she mused.

"This is a bad idea." She told herself, sighing.

Even so, she started up the brick path. Towards the front door.

Each step closer seemed to send her heart pounding faster, harder. By the time she was standing on the front porch, Dinah felt like her blood was boiling in her veins. Her sweater, her jacket, her pants, they all felt so tight, so snug.

Dinah gave the door a knock. She swallowed and waited.

"A bad fucking idea." She muttered, hugging her arms close to her belly. She didn't feel cold but was shivering all the same.

She heard the sound of approaching footsteps. She held her breath. The handle turned. The door opened.

Helena Bertinelli stood in the doorway.

Dinah took her in. Sharp Italian features. Full lips. Piercing blue eyes. Raven black tresses slightly tussled. Cheeks flushed a faint pink. She was dressed in a purple blouse and a black pencil skirt - both a little ruffled. Dinah noted her friend was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling, like she had just finished a round of sprints. But what Dinah noticed most of all was that Helena looked relieved to see her.

"Hey." Helena greeted.

"Hey." Dinah shifted her weight from one foot to the other. The two women said nothing for a moment. The sounds of rustling leaves and chirping birds filled the gap.

"You took your time." Helena stepped back, holding the door open.

Dinah took the invitation, moving into the house. She was greeted with warmth and the buzz of excitement dancing down her back. Just like last time.

"I had a meeting. League stuff. But now I'm free. Got some time off."

"Let's not waste it. Come on."

Helena closed the door behind them. Dinah heard the click of the turning lock. She breathed in, settled her nerves. But still they thrummed with life. Helena motioned for Dinah to follow, so she did. The two women moved into the living room.

The large flatscreen was on but muted. The channel it was tuned to was whatever. Dinah didn't care. Her eyes were drawn to the sofa across the room… and the lone figure seated upon it.

Short brown hair, neatly trimmed and styled. Fresh, youthful face but masculine as well. His figure was lean and fit. An athlete's body paired with the simple benefit of good genetics. A handsome young man dressed in fine clothes, dark jeans and a button-up shirt - unbuttoned now. Showing off just how fit he was.

Matthew Reston. And he looked very happy to see her.

The teenager stood up as his two guests moved further into the living room - his living room. His eyes were bright, shining with boyish excitement, keen interest, and some measure of concern, all at the same time. 

"Hey, Miss B." He smiled as he said it. Boyish charm that made Dinah's heart feel like it was full of butterflies.

"That's not her real name, Matthew." Helena reminded him.

"Right. Sorry." His expression faltered. A flash in the eyes. A look of guilt. "I'm just glad you could both make it."

The aftermath of the Kingston Brotherhood bust had shaken the young man. Not as much as it had shaken the young female students and teachers of course, but Reston and the other boys didn't exactly come out of the ordeal with puffed chests and swollen egos. 

He wasn't the smug, cocky villain Dinah had believed him to be. His villainy had been Kaplan's all along. Artificial, much like the obedience that had been forced onto Helena and all those other women.

But the way he'd made Helena feel… the way he'd made Dinah feel… the way he touched them, loved them, fucked them… that had been real. Too real.

And neither Dinah and Helena were willing to walk away from it. Not yet.

Dinah moved in closer, shrugging off her jacket. Reston - Matthew - looked her over, his appreciating gaze roaming over her tight jeans and snug sweater. Dinah kept an even face, kept up a veneer of calm, but her body, her skin was buzzing. 

"How long do we have?" She asked Helena, keeping her eyes locked with Matthew's. 

"The whole weekend." Helena answered. 

Dinah parted his unbuttoned shirt, sliding her hands over his firm, bare chest - and noted with a smirk the hickeys Helena had already left. Helena came in to take the young man's opposite flank. He was outnumbered.

"Parents are out of town. Corporate board meetings on the other side of the country." Matthew explained. His voice was rough now, strained and clipped as the two women set upon him.

Helena was the first to dive back in, putting her lips to Mark's neck - resuming the fun she'd been having before Dinah knocked at the door. The young man groaned, sliding his arms around the waists of both women, bringing them in closer.

Together they fell back onto the sofa. 

The hesitancy Dinah felt had vanished. All that wariness that swirled in her gut had been burned away by that wicked heat, that neediness to quench that hunger, that yearning. To fill that emptiness that had been gnawing at her insides. She straddled Matthew's thigh, tugging off her sweater. Bare skin met the warm air. The small delight drew a sigh from her lips. She put her mouth to the young man's chest, dragging her tongue over him. Tasting Reston again. Dinah moaned, delight welling up in her belly as she felt the teenager's arm coil around waist, drawing her in close.

So hot. His body was so hot and so firm.

"Fuck." Dinah breathed, pulling away from Matthew's throat. She sat up on his lap, looking down. She saw him, half-naked with hazy, happy eyes. He grinned up at her.

Fucker, she thought. 

"Hey, I probably said this last time, but I'm really sorry about all the stuff-"

Helena silenced him before Dinah could, breaking from her hickey-giving to press a finger to his lips. She sat up as well, straddling Matthew's other thigh.

"You don't have to apologize for anything. Kaplan was controlling you like she was controlling everyone else."

"None of that mess was your fault." Dinah agreed. Her hands continued to roam over Matthew's body, slipping under his open shirt to slide it over his shoulders. Revealing more trim, youthful muscle. Her mouth was practically watering at the sight. But Dinah kept her cool. "But… it's clear that the effect of the black stone and those rings… lingers on."

Matthew nodded, shrugging off his shirt the rest of the way. Leaving him naked from the waist up. Both women had their hands on him, feeling him freely. Not that the teenager seemed to mind.

"Right. Like an echo, you said."

"It was powerful magic. The kind that sticks around. But it'll fade. Eventually." Helena was tugging off her blouse now, too. There was no bra underneath. Pale C-cups swept into the open air, pink nipples poking out. Dinah reached back to unclasp hers. The garment loosened in the front and fell away. Dinah tossed it to the side. Then she started working on her jeans.

"So until then… we're just going to ride it out." Dinah told him.

"Work it out of our systems." Helena added.

"Squeeze it out if we have to."

Matthew's eyes lit up at that. And Dinah felt a giddiness twist in her belly. She felt like she was a teenager again, fooling around with some boy her dad would hate.

"I like that plan." The teenager said quietly.

"I'll bet you do." Dinah smirked. She dipped down and kissed him. Her belly turned to the fluttering of butterflies and swirling of red hot embers. 

The kiss dragged on, lips sliding and moving, deepening to involve the dancing of tongues, continuing until Dinah's lungs burned. Then they broke apart, gasping. Only for Helena to take her turn. Dinah watched them kiss, watched how Helena ran her fingers through Matthew's hair, watched how Matthew slid his arms around Helena's hips to grope at her tight, perky ass. 

Helena broke away, leaving Matthew sprawled against the backrest. She turned to Dinah. Their eyes met. Dinah could see the hunger, the desire. It matched her own. A blaze that swallowed them both.

The two women, the two friends, came together. Locking lips. It felt good. It made Dinah feel alive.

When the two heroines pulled apart, they turned their eyes back on Reston. Dinah wanted to giggle, seeing the expression on the young man's face. He had more than enjoyed the show.

But now it was time for the main event.

Helena lifted herself from Matthew, standing so that she could shimmy out of her skirt. Dinah followed, doing the same with her pants. Both women slid fabric down their legs, baring themselves even further. All the while, Matthew sat and watched. 

Excitement swirled in his eyes. Eagerness that only a young man could have. The way he looked at them both, the way he hungered for their touch, their bodies, their sweet, naked flesh… Dinah felt her belly twist and coil and tighten. It was a wicked thrill. A twisted desire for the forbidden.

Naked and willing, both women moved upon their target again. Together, their hands went for his jeans.

"Don't hog him this time." Helena told Dinah. "Remember, we're sharing."

"Kid's got enough cock for the both of us." Dinah shot back. She flashed Matthew a devious smile. "Ain't' that right, stud?"

Matthew didn't answer with words. In fact, Dinah answered for him by tugging his pants down to his knees. The teenager let out a happy groan, delighted to be freed. His manhood sprouted up, thick and swollen. Already the tip was leaking, that fattened cockhead glistening with precum. Veins bulged along the shaft, flowing with hot blood. Dinah's mouth watered.

His cock twitched in the open air. An invitation if Dinah ever saw one.

Dinah and Helena shared a look. Shared understanding. Shared hunger. 

Then the Huntress and the Canary descended upon their prey.

- - -

On the other side of Gotham, a comm device went unanswered. 

A cell phone lit up with unread text messages. 

A hero suit lay strewn about an apartment floor, discarded.

And a bed… a bed was creaking. Shaking. 

Up and down. Up and down. Up and down.

Sometimes fast. Sometimes slow. Sometimes wild, without rhythm.

All of it done in the chase of pleasure.

"I can't believe I made out with Batgirl." A rough voice groaned. 

What followed were grunts, low and deep and rumbling. Matching it were light gasps and soft moans, feminine and sweet.

"You're doing a lot more than that now, buster." Barbara Gordon huffed, laughing. She planted her hands on Andrew Westfield's bare chest, holding steady as she rocked her hips back and forth. She rode the younger man, feeling his fat cock stretch her tight cunt with every stroke. She clenched around him, whimpering at the delicious strain. "Fuck, what the hell are they feeding you boys these days?"

It was Andrew's turn to laugh. The blond jock chuckled, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest. 

"Same as always. This is all me." The teenager boasted.

His hands came to her hips, thick fingers sinking into soft flesh as he held her tight. His touch was sweet fire against her skin.

"I'll say. Every fucking inch of you." Barbara swept some of her dark red hair from her face, working her hips faster. 

She looked down into her lover's eyes, seeing how he adored her, craved her, how he loved being so deep inside her. When was the last time a guy looked at her like that? With affection so plain and open and simple?

So what if he was on the younger side? He had a man's body… with a man's needs.

And what better way to work off the lingering magic than this?

She rocked her hips hard enough to make Andrew curse. His cock rattled deep. It was exquisite. She wanted more. So much more.

"You know…" Barbara hummed. "I always had a thing for jocks."

GOOD END