Justice League Porno Story: The Rival of My Rival Chapter Six
The Enemy of My Enemy
By: Rachyzord
[ Rated PG for violence ]
C H A P T E R . S I X
She nodded. “It was quite the shock to come to Man’s..this world..and find that our Gods were nothing more than myth and textbook fodder for you.”
“We are a society more focused on the tangibles than ideas of faith.”
“They’re ideas to you. They’re real to me.”
“I don’t doubt it. But some people here don’t believe things until they see them with their own eyes.”
“Perhaps why they don’t come here. Well, except for Ares.”
“Ares has been here?”
“You believe men are naturally that destructive?” she smiled.
“I do. We’re a hateful species.”
“I don’t. Ares has had his hand here for a long time, when he’s not bothering us.”
“Perhaps that’s why men are so hateful.”
She nodded. “My turn. Why do you want immortality so bad?”
“To see my life’s work come to fruition.”
“You could accomplish it faster if you focused on those goals instead of on Superman. Immortality isn’t as great as it seems.”
“The grass is always greener on the other side I suppose.”
“I’d give it up if I could. Unfortunately my only option has been up, not down.”
“I doubt you’d give it up if you lived in a life where fear consumed you. Where your time could come at any minute through any reason.”
“Is that so different than how we live now? There’s always someone better. I just get to live until someone finally manages to kill me, which laws of inevitability say will happen sooner or later.”
“But you don’t find it empowering to know that someone or something has to take your life? That you won’t get sick or grow old?” he asked curiously.
I would prefer to deal with colds than to linger while all that I care about grows old, withers and dies and I remain the same. I might live for thousands of years yet. My friends won’t and I’m not allowed to return to my family.”
“I think in this one, we agree to disagree.”
“I think so. I should return to the station. Shall I meet you here again next Thursday to continue our conversation? You can formulate a list of questions and I’m sure I’ll have enough of my own.”
“I’ll be here” he said with a nod.
She nodded as well and left, teleporting back to the Watchtower. The figure in black stormed into the monitoring womb. “At lunch?”
“Yes. Lunch. During the day. When most people go out.” she sighed.
“And who were you at lunch with?”
She rolled her eyes. “None of your business.
“What if it would’ve been an emergency?”
“But it wasn’t, so back off. I’m not some autonotom that waits at your beck and call here.”
“Fine. Forget I even brought it up.”
She just brushed past him on the way to her quarters, wishing she had enough money to move off the station like some of the others did.
He stared after her. What the hell is going on with her? Who was she with that she shut off her com for?
She entered her room and changed, opting for a quick workout in the training room. She loaded the simulation she had created earlier. It wasn’t finished but there was enough there to run for now. An hour later she closed the simulation, broken and bleeding but felt the tensioned eased somewhat finally. She dropped to her knees and collapsed on the mat, falling into a mix of unconsciousness and sleep. She awoke several hours later to the feeling of someone over her. She lashed out blindly but her fist hit nothing but air.
“I saw the simulation room was occupied, and I wanted to make sure everything was alright” came the level voice of the martian as he phased back into the simulation room in front of her.
“Sorry J’onn, I must’ve fallen asleep.” she pulled herself to her feet. “I’m done with the room now.”
“I did not need the room. I just was making sure you were alright.”
She nodded “I’m alright. Just needed a good workout.”
He nodded back and stared at her. “I am here if you would like to discuss anything.”
“No. I just need some rest.” she gave him a nod and exited, moving up a level to the rooms and to her quarters where she slumped on the bed and went back to sleep.
From his office in Metropolis, Luthor paced back and forth behind his desk. Why had Wonder Woman joined him for lunch two weeks in a row, and why had she taken such a keen interest in him. Was she collecting information for an assault? He wasn’t sure.
He’d always wished she’d met him before the Justice League. With her powers, they would have made a formidable team. She was someone who might have even been his equal. Not like the idiotic underling mercenaries he could buy temporarily. He’d found her company to be enjoyable which only served to prove that point in his mind. She wasn’t pretentious or haughty, but open, logical and even friendly. And he wasn’t entirely blind to her beauty either, especially out of her usual armor which somehow made her seem more human.
Beauty and brains. Something he’d lacked in his female companionship for so long.
Diana was asleep for only two hours before the alarms on the Watchtower sounded, tearing her from a less-than-puritan dream she’d been having about a certain Metropolis businessman. She wasn’t sure why Morpheus and Aphrodite were conspiring to give her such a dream but it wasn’t altogether unpleasant.
Her wounds from the training room were healed and she made her way to the Monitoring Womb. J’onn had already picked a team to go, which didn’t include her so she turned around and headed back towards her quarters, then made a quick stop and decided on the simulation room instead. Her program only needed a few final touches before it was complete.
A half hour later, it was finished and she inspected her fully functional replicas of the Justice Lords Batman and Superman. Right now the ephigies were frozen and she moved down and circled around them. She’d programmed them to be just as ruthless as their real-life counterparts, even down to a speech subroutine that would allow them to talk.
For a first trial, she loaded the Lords Batman, turning the safeties off and locking the door.
Her victory came, eventually and she sat in the dark of the empty simulation room, panting hard. It still wasn’t enough. She was still winning and walking out of the room. “Computer, load program Artemis243.” she watched as the Lords Superman appeared and forced herself to her feet. “Begin.”
Bruce looked at the computer from the monitoring womb. He saw Diana load her program and was shocked when his doppleganger from the Justice Lords appeared in front of him. He was then enraged and saddened when she saw her attack it. He flicked off the monitor. As soon as this shift ends, they won’t see me until my next shift he said to himself.
Diana lay on the mat gasping, wincing as each breath brought her attention to her broken ribs. The computer rattled off her injuries and she wished it understood human lingo so she could tell it to shut up. The Lords Superman was a step up. She lay for a few moments longer, testing out her extremities. When she figured she had enough facilities to make it to her room, she forced herself up and limped to the door with a feeling of satisfaction.