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Justice League Porn Story: The Enemy of My Enemy Chapter 2

Justice League Porn Story: The Enemy of My Enemy Chapter 2

The Enemy of My Enemy

By: Rachyzord

[ Rated G ]

C H A P T E R . T W O

A mission popped up and she messaged the League. “Some of the Injustice Gang is at it again.”

The League reported to the monitoring womb. “Where are they located?” Superman asked, appearing last. She knew she’d interrupted his evening and felt guilty.

“Metropolis.”

“Let’s roll” John said as they headed for the Javelin.

They landed and engaged them. J’onn went after Shade, Hawkgirl after Cheetah, Superman after Grundy, Lantern after Copperhead. Star Sapphire wasn’t to be found. Batman and Diana both went after Joker. Flash helped where he could.

It didn’t take long for Lantern to drop Copperhead and he turned and helped Hawkgirl and they quickly beat Cheetah who had taken the defensive and was bolting around trying to avoid being maced or zapped by the Lantern ring.

Diana was losing her patience with the Joker’s quips and tricks and finished him with a right hook as Batman pulled himself back up from where Diana had shoved him out of the way of a Joker bomb. The team turned their sites on Grundy.

Hawkgirl got knocked through a building and Lantern caught her before being smashed into the ground himself. J’onn morphed into a dragon and coiled around him and slipped free of his grip a few times before the giant managed to land a solid punch. Superman used the distraction to send Grundy stumbling forward. The massive hulk turned and growled, lurching forward towards Superman. Diana raced up from behind and grabbed him around the waist, performing a perfect backslam.

It stunned him for a moment but he was back on his feet and she took the defensive, weaving and leaping back to avoid his massive fists.

Batman came from behind and whipped a batarang around the giant’s legs, pulling back and causing him to lose his balance. Her reached out, grabbing Diana as he fell and landed hard on top of her. Superman leapt forward, picking Grundy up and punching him hard. The giant flew through the air and crashed through a building.

The League huddled quickly. “How do we beat this thing?” Flash asked breathlessly.

Diana was out cold from the half-ton weight of the undead falling on her. Superman grabbed the lasso off her hip and tossed it to Flash “With this. It’ll keep him trapped long enough to get him back in prison.”

Flash nodded and bolted forward as Grundy emerged from the building. He sped toward the giant and began running in circles, whirling the lasso around his massive shoulders. Grundy struggled mightily, but he couldn’t break the bonds.

“Even you can’t break that Grundy. You’re going back to jail.” Superman told him and then moved back to Diana, scooping her up.

The giant struggled again and then collapsed on the ground when he realized he wasn’t going to free himself. Batman and John moved over to him. Batman wound another line around his legs and John encased him in the beam of his ring, taking off toward the prison. The rest of the team moved back to the Javelin and returned to the Watchtower.

J’onn phased to the medical lab and began looking over their injuries. Clark brought Diana over to the bed and set her down gently. “How is she?”

J’onn looked her over quickly. “She will make a full recovery soon. She was merely knocked unconscious from the force of Solomon falling on her.”

Diana woke a few minutes later and groaned. She had a bit of a headache but it would fade soon. She recognized the infirmary and sat up. “How long have I been out?”

J’onn moved closer to her. “About fifteen minutes.”

Her hand moved to her hip and frowned when she saw that her lasso was gone.

“Your lasso was used to subdue Solomon. John will return it when he stows him in prison.”

“Thank you.” she nodded and slipped off the medical bed and moved back towards the monitoring room, unhappy to see that Batman was covering the end of her monitoring shift. “I’m fine to take over my duties now.”

He turned and looked at her. “I’m amazed you recovered so quickly from that.”

“Apparently I’m tougher than you think.”

“I’m glad you take such offense to everything I say” he said darkly, standing up and moving toward the door.

Diana just ignored him and sat in the vacated chair again. How can I not? she growled inside her mind. Everything he said to her was a negative critique of her performance or duties. Or in some way insinuated wrongdoing on her part, or worse, incompetence. It didn’t matter if he was Batman or Bruce, they seemed to come equally frequently from both. Batman criticized her for being too violent, as though he seemed to forget who and what she was. He criticized her for being early for shifts, recovering too fast, using too many of her powers. Bruce criticized her for wanting a relationship and being immortal, as if she could help or change that fact. Just once she wished he could say something pleasant or just not say anything at all.

She was glad when her shift ended without interruption and she could return to her quarters. All she’d done was brood over Bruce’s comments and general indifference to her and vaguely over the odd meeting with Luthor in the cafe. Now she felt tense, unable to sleep and irritated.

The simulation room was empty and she moved up to the control and viewing area and sat down at the computer. Training had been a constant at home since she was a child. But none of the practice droids or pre-loaded simulations gave her enough challenge. Most were designed by Batman with non-metas in mind. She found those simulations slow, boring and had beaten them time and time again. There was no satisfaction or release in doing so. Some of the League designed their own, but she’d never felt a strong enough desire until now.

She worked on her simulation for an hour, until Superman paged the League for the morning meeting. She was glad when Batman remained indifferent to her presence, save for questioning her and J’onn on her health after being knocked unconscious.

When it was over, she returned to her quarters and gave a thanks to Morpheus when she finally felt the coils of sleep washing over her.

When she woke a few hours later, she felt slightly better and decided a quick workout might help the remains of stress and frustration she felt. The simulation room was empty again and she gave a few quick orders to the computer, loading up a high-level training routine.

Clark happened by the simulation room and saw it occupied. He went to the control room and looked down to see her. He grabbed the mic. “Diana?”

“Yes Kal?” Diana grunted as she finished off another training bot without pausing.

“Is everything alright? I’ve never seen you load this high a level of training.”

“Just working off some steam.” she tossed another bot away and glared at them. “Want to come down?” she knew he wouldn’t. He never sparred for fun. Pity. Even these bots weren’t giving her a good enough workout.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’ll meet you in the cafeteria though.”

“If you see Batman, send him in.”

His eyes narrowed at her. “I’ll tell him if I see him. Meet me in the cafeteria when you’re done.”

She nodded and turned back to her program.

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