Justice League Porn Story: Winter Storm Chapter 1

Desire is a powerful force that can be used to make things happen.

Marcia Wieder

It was cold in Gotham like always. Snow fell to the ground, covering the streets. Apparently, it was too cold for even Gothams rogues. I sat on the edge of the roof, leaning on a gargoyle. I watched couples passing by holding hands. They all seemed so blissfully unaware of the dangers lurking around every corner, but that is why we are here. I looked over to my father. He stood against the cold, as if nothing could penetrate through him. His cape blew with the wind, barely visible in the night sky. He smiled for a moment, watching the people of Gotham. It threw me off. It was very rare of him to smile in costume. I bit my lip, watching the street below. Winter was the only time things were at peace. All year things were chaotic.

Defeat a villain just for them to escape again: the never-ending storm, My father used to say.

No matter what, we kept fighting. I sighed in annoyance. We had been on this stake-out for the past five hours.

My father smirked, walking out from the shadows, Patience, princess

I turned, Youre talking to me like you talk to mom. Please stop, or youll be listing the reasons mortals cant date immortals.

He chuckled. It was hard to imagineeven seeing itthe dark knight chuckling, but he had warmed up over the years. I suppose five kids and another on the way will do that to a person. He took his cape off, draping it over my shoulders. It was his way, trying to constantly protect me. He wanted me to be safeyes, the great detective was fatherly. Sometimes, he looked at me with his dark blue eyesa look that could only be described as despair. As much as I love my father, it was hard live under the I-am-protecting-you-because-you-could-die-at-any-minute look. My mother told me that I reminded him of his mother. Martha Wayne was the free-spirited party-girl who contributed to every charity in Gotham. She lost her life on September 1, 1969. She was one of the reasons we spent our nights on the streets of Gotham. The cemetery was full of reasons that we risked our lives like this.

My father protectively placed a hand on my shoulder, You seem cold, Martha.

I hated it when he called me that because it reminded him of what he lost. I was her legacy, and it was hard to live in such a big shadow of the past. I was officially Princess Martha Victoria Alessandra Connor Wayne the second. It was a horrible title to hold. My father was always expecting me to be the lady his mother was, and then I had to follow in the royal-footsteps of my mother.

I shrugged off his touch, suddenly not wanting the protection as I handed him his cape, Dad, Ive told you at least a thousand times to call me Ales. Everyone calls me that except for you, Mom, and Hippolyta.

He turned from me. I could tell I hurt him. I was shrugging off not only his protection, but the honor of being named for my grandmother.

Okay, Ales, He struggled with the word, We should head in. The sun will be up soon, and you really should not be in this cold. Youre not

What? Like my mother, I cut him off, No, I dont have meta-powers, but I can handle myself just fine!

I ran like a child, jumping from rooftop to rooftop. It felt great to relieve some tension, to get away. I would be eternally thankful for Dick Grayson for teaching me acrobatics. I jumped down in an alleyway, leaning against the wall of building behind me. Life without powers in a family of metas was difficult. It didnt take long for me to learn how to fight. It was either that or be hit with super strength. My mother told my brothers to be careful, but not to go easy on me. She tried her best to make sure that I wouldnt be left out. I looked up, seeing two men approach me.

What do we have here, Frankie, a pretty girlie.

I was shocked at that statement. I never considered myself pretty. It also frightened me because I did not know their intentions. I suddenly groaned, feeling my head throb with pain.

Shes so fine. That copper color of her hair against such luscious tan skin makes me want to have a taste. I cant wait to see the look on her face. Im about to rock her world. She wont be able to take those silver eyes off me.

I backed up against the wall. I wanted to get further away as the gravity of the situation sunk in. I tried to move, but one of them held me down. I could tell he was undressing me with his eyes. I felt ashamed. I turned my head, so I wouldnt have to look at them. I was terrified. Suddenly, I heard a crash, followed by a click. One man was on the ground, my father towering over him, and the other now held a gun to my head.

I cant let this happen again. I just stood there as my mother got shot. I will not let this man hurt my daughter.

I smiled at my father, trying to ease his fears. I knew everything would be okay, Im fine. You dont have to worry about

The gun slammed into my face. I groaned in pain as my father clenched his fists. I smiled softly to assure him once again, but that is the closest Ive ever seenthe closest Ive ever seen Batman come towards killing a man.

He isnt going to let her get hurt, and then well be alone. Just as soon as I get her out of these leather pants and that tight red top.Oh, Im going to give her a night shell never forget.

I bit my lip as Bruce lunged at the man. Then, a gunshot rang out.

No!!! Stop!!!

The bullet stopped in mid-air. My father moved quickly, knocking me from the grip of this man. Within seconds, he was on the ground as well.

Are you okay, Martha?

He gave me a look of fright. He had almost lost me. Normally, I would have corrected him, telling him to call me Ales, but I was still a little shaken by all of this. I nodded as tears fell from my cheeks. I was not as terrified by what just happened as much as I was by hearing that mans thoughts. I knew what he would have done. And the bulletI made it stop. I felt sick as millions of thoughts flooded my brainthoughts that were not mine. My powers were developing, and I was frightened. I could not say anything. I just continued to nod while my father pulled me closer. I do not know how long we stayed like that, but the next thing I knew, we were at home. My mother handed me a cup of hot chocolate.

Alessandra, maybe you should take a break from patrol for a little while.

I never want something like this to happen again. That man could havehaveNo; I refuse to think that way. Im just glad that Alessandra is okay. Maybe, she should sleep in our room tonight.

I took a deep breath. As much as I wanted to continue on patrol, I knew it was not a good idea until I got control of my abilities, Yeah, Ill take a break. Im going to take a shower.

The hot water felt amazing as it covered my body, steam filling the bathroom. I rubbed my temples just wanting all of this to go away. I heard a knock on my bathroom door. I turned, jumping at the sound.

Hey, kiddo, I wanted to make sure you were okay.

Thomas voice conveyed his concern. He was my protective brotherthe one who always looked after me. Sometimes, I wished he would just leave me alone.

Im fine. I just need some sleep. That guy.he just caught me off guard. It wont happen again.

Okay, then. You get some rest.

I know shes lying. I just wish shed talk to me. Im her brother I could help. Ive never seen her so shaken.

I sighed when I heard him leave, allowing myself the comfort of tears. I flung myself onto the bed, trying to sleep only to hear a new thought with each passing second. Eventually, sleep overtook me.

I woke up early the next morning. I was not in the mood to hear my brothers thoughts. After putting on my school uniform, which consisted of a white polo and a green and gold skirt, grabbing a bagel, and getting my coat, I headed out the door. The school bus passed our house at six. It was right on time. I sat in the front of the bus. Thoughts went through my head some about sticking gum in my air, some about me being some weird science dork, and others Id rather not think about. I used to wish that I knew what people thought about me. Suddenly, I understood the phrase be careful what you wish for. I was thankful to get off the bus; however, it didnt take long for me to realize that the crowded bus was nothing compared to the inter-city school itself. I couldnt think strait.

Rick ran up to me. He was the editor of the year book, and he was obsessed with me. I just didnt know how to tell him that I did not feel the same way.

He is a nice guy and all, but he just isnt my type. I wish he would stop eyeing me like Im some carnival prize. Im worth more than a dollar a chance. Quite frankly, he has no chance.

I could instantly tell by the look on his face that he had heard my thoughts. I had not realized that I could project my thoughts to others. He walked away, a look of disgust on his face. I worried that it might be a bad thing to anger the editor of the year book, but I shook it off, deciding that it would be better to ignore him. I sighed, walking to my locker. I honestly wondered if this day could get much worse. My locker got stuck. Today was the day that the entire world was obviously against me. I groaned in annoyance before the locker opened itself. I would normally freak out and scream about aliens attacking our school to get to my family, but since I discovered I had telekinesis, it wasnt that impressive. I just hoped that no one was around to see it. Thomas ran over to me. That was typical. He was always checking up on me. I was the fourteen-year-old in my Junior year.

I hope Ales is okay. She left the house early, so that could only mean that shes upset about something. I swear Mom told me to watch over her, but I hate doing it. Im the seventeen-year-old thats hanging out with a fourteen-year-old. Does my mother have any idea what this is doing to my reputation? I really wish Ales wasnt in my grade.

Hey, Ales, you left early are you okay?

Despite the genuine concern in his eyes, I knew what he was thinking. I was the kid-sister who was in the way. I didnt want him to feel that way about me. I wondered if Frank felt the same way. He always kidnapped me at lunch to sit at the Senior table with his friends. I wondered if Mom made him do that.

Yeah, Thomas, Im fine. Look, Ive got to go to Bio-Anatomy. Ill catch you later.

I just wanted to get away from him. I sighed, sitting in Anatomy at my usual seat in the back of the class. I sat in the back because teachers never called on the people in the back. Most of the back of the room was composed of the teenagers that you knew would grow up to say would you like fries with that shake both on and off the job. Besides, most of my teachers told the guidance counselor that I belonged in Freshman classes. It didnt really matter though. Truthfully, I was bored in the Junior classes. My counselor recommended I be moved up to Calculus. Simply put, my schedule read: Honors English 11, Music and Dance, Bio-Anatomy II, AP Physics, Calculus, and Psychology. I could graduate this year, provided I took English 12 over the summer. My mother didnt particularly care for it. I figured that out a while back, but her thoughts confirmed it. Honestly, some of my classes I didnt really care for. Bio-Anatomy was one of them. I loved the subject, but I was constantly harassed by the boys in the back. As if sitting near them and hearing their thoughts wasnt torture enough, they spent the entire class period finding some knew way to harass me. The teacher never noticed.

I would do something to help her out, but thats what she gets for taking a Junior class at fourteen.

I decided to grin and bare it. I couldnt cave thats when you got the momma-little-baby name attached to you forever, and I certainly wasnt that. If anything, Thomas and Frank were as much as they listened to her. Then, it was time for lab partners. I got paired up with Edward. He was the guy who thought he was big and bad. According to him, all the girls wanted him. Most of them probably had. It was disgraceful that women would fall down and practically worship a man like that. He wrapped an arm around mehis latest conquest.

Touch me again Ill hit you in the head so hard you will never ever forget it, and I dont mean the one on your shoulders.

Of course, he knew I would never do that. I was never quite as threatening as my father. He also knew I wasnt going to risk getting in trouble. It didnt take long for his hand to migrate lower.

Why dont you finish the project, and then Ill give you a reward later.

I was disgusted. He was talking to me like I was a dog, and you could just give me a treat to do whatever you wanted.

How about you stop touching me, and I finished the project ten minutes ago. Im not one of those sluts you can just drag around on a lease. Im not your dog.

He laughed at me. I knew I amused him. I made the chase more exciting since I was playing hard to get. As soon as the bell rang, I made a mad dash for the door. I hurried off to lunch. Frank had saved me a seat beside him.

Wow! Ales got here fast. Oh, its that Edward guy that keeps harassing her. I ought to beat him into the ground. Yeah, and then what get suspended? At least, shes safe with me. Im just glad she seems better than last night. I never want anything like that to happen to her. I just wish Thomas felt the same way. I swear, he just does this because mother asks us to.

I sat down next to Frank. His friends always welcomed me with open arms. I was the honorary senior. Besides, its hard not to appreciate the only person who understands the Calculus homework, considering the book taught us more than the teacher. Most of Franks friends were the jocks and skater-dudes that ran the school. No one dared to come near our table without an invitationno one but poor Edward who had a death-wish due to his obsession with me. It was really pathetic. He decided to be forward, openly groping me. He was on the ground within a few seconds, Frank lighting into him with fury. Frank was the one that you did not was to mess with when it came to me. I joined Frank in the walk of shame to the principals officeknown to Frank as the walk of glory. He grabbed my hand, skipping all the way there. Frank had the gift of gab. Somehow, no matter what he did, he managed to find a way out of punishment. Generally, that way included mentioning that our father funds most of the school athletics. Then, Frank would pull the Im caption of the national champion swim team card. This time was different mainly because I was involved. They already called our parents. I didnt want to worry them. I was just going to drop the issue, but Frank spoke up first.

Im sorry if you have a problem, Mr. Nelson, but when a man openly molests my little sister in front of me, he deserves far worse that what I did to poor Edward here.

I turned to both my parents, Bruce, Diana, its not that big of a deal.

My mother gave me the look. She knew I was covering up something now since I called her Diana.

How long has this been going on? How did I not notice? I must be a horrible mother. Alessandra has been living with this pain, holding it in, and Ive done nothing.

Mom, its not your fault. I didnt want anyone to know.

She quickly embraced me. I sighed enjoying the warmth and security of that hug. It was one of those moments that it was okay to be a mommys-girl. After an hour with the principal, it was decided either I could drop down to Freshmen classes or Frank could have detention for two weeks. It wasnt a hard choice for Frank.

Im not about to hold my sister back. Cuff me boys, but know no prison can hold me. Muhahaha!!!!

Frank could be such a dork sometimes, but he was sweet in his own way. He wrapped an arm around me as we walked out of the principals office as if he were saying you dont want to mess with Ales. I was grateful for that, while at the same time embarrassed.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful until I entered Calculusor hell as it was otherwise known as. It was hard to concentrate. Preppy girls thoughts were about as empty and brainless as what they said out-loud. The guys were thinking about the big football game. Then, there were the guys thinking about the girls. It was disgusting. It honestly made me question if there was such a thing as love outside of sex. I was doing good until my teacher asked me a question.

Jane likes Susan, I blurted out.

That was the last thought to enter my head. It was a horrible thing to say aloud. I looked to the problem, quickly making up for this mistake.

I mean arcsin2x.

I have officially never been more embarrassed, nor have I ever seen two girls look at me with such malice. I was thankful when the day was over. I walked out with Frank to his black Aston Martin Vanquish. He loved his car. He spent all his time on it. The only thing I understood about cars was when he said hand me the wrench. I leaned back in the seat messaging my temples.

So, when did it start? Frank looked over to me questioningly.

What start?

Oh, so Ales is going to play dumb. I know her powers are developing.

You know what Im talking about Ales.

I sighed, deciding it would just be easier to tell him, Last night when those guys attacked me, my powers started. I heard their thoughts. I hear everyones thoughts. Its hard to take in.

He nodded in understanding, Id say it is. I wish I knew what to tell you to do. Maybe you should talk to Mom. She would

No! I am not talking to Mom. Then, our parents would see me as a weakling who cant control her powers. Maybe, I dont know. Look, I just dont want them to know.

Come on Ales. You know that they could help you out a lot. We all did it. Do you honestly think that Brendon had his powers down perfectly at your age, or Thomas, or even me for that matter?

I scoffed, Deidara had his down.

Frank rolled his eyes, One, youre not Deidara. Two, you need to stop comparing yourself to him. Three, his powers developed when he was four so that gave him more time.

What is it with you men and the number three? Are there ever four reasons? I groaned in annoyance as Frank lectured me like Dad would.

Frank smirked, Thats not the point. I love you, kiddo, but you cant keep putting this on yourself. You have to look out for yourself first from time to time. Stop helping everyone else and help yourself for a change.

I looked away from him. I knew what he said was true, but I just couldnt stand to hear it, Drop me off here. I want to run to the house.

He didnt object. That was the one good thing about Frank; he knew when I needed time alone to think.

Running through the woods felt great. There were no thoughts except for my own. I felt free. I climbed up one of the trees. I could see the Manor in the distance. I grabbed onto a branch, boosting myself up higher. I felt like I could get away from the world and all my problems the higher I got. It was the closest I could get to flying. Occasionally, my mother would take me by the hand and lift me high above the clouds. It wasnt the same though. I could not fly. I was a bird with a broken wing forever caught in a winter storm.

I jumped down from the tree, feeling depressed and alone. I knew I would have to face reality sooner or later, so I made my way towards the house. I could only imagine what mother would say once I told her. It would be something like why didnt you tell me. Then, my father would be heartbroken as he once again became the only normalwell semi normalone in the family. I continued on my way, finding that now it was my own thoughts that were getting under my skin. I ran, knowing that it would clear my head. I had this odd feeling that someone was following me. I pushed myself to go faster, thinking that perhaps it was only my imagination playing a trick on me. I stopped in a clearing, panting heavily from all the running.

I was suddenly surrounded by several men. All of them bore bullet-proof vests. I wanted to run, but my legs felt as if they were about to give out. I tried using my telekinesis, but hitting them with rocks was pointless, considering the vests. I groaned, deciding to opt for the only option I had left. I screamed loud and clear, feeling that anyone in the forest could hear me. It was only an instant before I felt pain coursing through my entire body. The electricity wouldnt kill me, but it hurt enough for me to pass out.

When I awoke, I was heavily restrained. I struggled to get away only to feel electricity course through my veins. A man walked from the shadows, picking up a whip and hitting me. He smirked, but his eyes conveyed an emotion that could only be described as regret.

So, tell me Im your prisoner, and Ive done nothing to give you reason to hold me captive, do you have to beat me senseless? You are a coward. Are you so self-indulgent that youll not even allow me to know the name of my capturer? No true man hides in the shadows and degrades others to raise himself up on a pedestal.

Ive had enough of your ignorant attitude, he growled in a Spanish accent as he slapped me across the face.

You have to hide from everyone. Youre just scared because I told you the truth. Ive done nothing to you. Why do you hurt me?

You let others hurt you all the time. Its never about you. You go to dinners with people you hate for charity. You give your brothers advice on dating, and then youre left at home all alone. Youve offered to babysit when your little brother is born, so your parents can go out. You give up your social life so others can have fun. Your parents baby you and protect you since your older sister died in that car wreck when you were twelve. You know the one everyone tries to forgetthe sister whose death you were happy about because she abused you. You let others walk all over you because its all youve ever known.

You know nothing, I growled.

I knew what he said was true, but I am a strong believer in denial. I hadnt thought about my sister. My parents did. I tried not to hear those thoughts. They only brought back bad memories.

He stepped forward into the light. He was muscular with dark brown hair that was almost black. His golden eyes pierced into my soul, embedding the truth of his words deep within me, I know you, Ales. The organization made me watch you for a very long time.

What is this organization, and are you their personal stalker or something? I was now curious as to why I was brought here.

The organization is a top secret government project for the specialization of metas and other paranormal creatures. I am not a stalker. I was employed to find the most powerful telepath. That would be you, mon ange. I had to watch you in order to capture you, Ales.

I looked down, expecting the torture to begin, Do what you must. You must have to torture me. You could at least tell me your name so I know what to scream.

He laughed, Ales, you always have a snarky remark. Im Caspian. You can just scream. Im not going to hurt you. Honestly, I dont think I can.

I wondered if he was being sincere. I found reading him was impossible. He smiled at me with warmth. His hair fell down into his face, hiding his eyes, How do I know you are telling me the truth?

Caspian smirked, leaning forward to kiss my forehead, Some things, you cant read. You just have to trust.

I felt my heart race. It was hard not to think that Caspian was kind of attractive. He smiled at me with such sincerity. I wanted to believe him. My thoughts were cut short as two more men entered the room. I tried to move, making the iron chains clank against my wrists. I looked into the eyes of a strange man.

Eat, he demanded, Eat, woman, he slapped me hard across the face, and blood began to trickle from my mouth.

No, it seemed just a whisper from my lips.

Oh yes, and since you wont eat this. He pulled out a dagger and cut some of my flesh.

Blood trickled down the already dried blood on my arm. The taste made me want to vomit.

More men walked in. Theyre almost like aimless robots with only the purpose to destroy. Theyre like dogs playing with their toy. They never quit playing until they break it.
Caspian looked at me as if apologizing. He had no control over what these men were doing, even as they continued my torture. I soon lost count of how many knives had crossed my flesh. I could only remember pain. I screamed at first, but quickly stopped, deciding not to give them that kind of satisfaction. I bit my lip to hold my pain inside. I looked to Caspian. His golden eyes gleamed through the darkness. He was my lighthousemy safe haven during this horrible storm. I just kept looking into his eyes. He flinched under my gaze. As much as he tried, he couldnt hide from me, and I saw itI saw the single tear fall down his cheek.