Greed God chapter 172

April 3rd 2016 Brightedge City 6:00 PM EDT

I  was relieved to see that Donna and her protege weren't at the house yet  by the time we got back. We'd made the arrangements for them (not hard  to do in a house the size of mine) and gone by all the territories to  check up on our new subordinates, enjoying each other's company. Amy was  a blast, her aristocratic upbringing showing in rare moments of  tyrannical expectation that she wasn't even aware of. My new wife  definitely had layers to her.

When we got back though, she  called Barbie in to debrief us. When we had called to arrange the rooms  for Donna we'd told Barbie to reach out to any sources she had and try  to get a grasp on what was going on in the city. I asked everyone else  except Dinah to wait outside and the four of us took up a position in  one of the spare offices (one that looked suspiciously like the one  Barbie and I had fucked in at galaxy). Once we were all in the office,  I  looked around at the makeshift war council with a sigh.

First  thing though, I caught Dinah and Barbie up on everything since I'd  gotten my system, bar the workings of the system itself. Dinah had  guessed I was less than upstanding, but she didn't have details, and I'd  been a bit vague with Barbie in Gemworld. At this point though, I  wanted to make sure everyone was up to speed, because they both needed  to know what I needed to know. Their sources could yield a decent amount  of info but I couldn't micromanage everything, and I had my claws in  deep enough that I was pretty sure they wouldn't turn on me.

One  of the biggest mistakes people like my father made is they let paranoia  become a matter of sentiment. Their fear of betrayal made them  terrified to trust others, refusing to delegate and creating situations  where they could be weakened by lack of support. My personal policy on  trust was completely objective. Risk versus reward. I had more to gain  from having faith in my persuasive and perceptive capabilities in  regards to my best girls than I did second guessing myself, so I wasn't  going to fall into the classic supervillain blunder of fucking myself  over by alienating my closest subordinates with obvious distrust.

Dinah  had guessed some of it, but not all, and she was surprisingly blase  about what I told her. I made sure to highlight my lack of murder sprees  and relative good conduct compared to other villains, and she seemed  receptive. She already knew some of it, and so did Barbie, but neither  they nor Amy knew everything that had happened. Once I was done, I gave  them time to sort through everything...for about a second before I  changed direction and prioritized the problems the city would be facing.  "So, Barbie. We know the junior Justice League is in town. You were  spotty about the details when you told me about them. Anything to  share?"

As  expected, rather than immediately just spill her guts, Barbie looked  troubled. "I don't know Nicky. I was ok letting you in on Dick's  identity because...well, you're better than him in every way and part of  me wants you to rub it in his face. The rest of the team though...There  are some innocent people on that team, people I care about. As much as I  trust you to take care of me and the other girls, some of the Team  members aren't people you can fuck, and I'm worried you're going to get  rid of them if they become a nuisance."

Once  again, I smiled easily. It was a good sign that she felt comfortable  telling me that instead of making excuses. It meant deep down she wanted  me to convince her she was wrong. Which she was, not that it would  really have mattered. To my surprise though, it was Amy that decided to  swoop in and play good cop. My wife placed a gentle hand on Barbie's  shoulder. "Your compassion and loyalty are two of your finest features  Barbara, but you don't need to worry about that. If anything, telling us  the details of this Team will allow us to arrange for them to be  protected as best we can."

I  nodded. "She's right. The last thing we need is the Justice League  busting down our doors because one of their apple dumpling gang got  popped by accident. There's pretty much no possible action any of the  capes could take that makes pissing off the whole League by killing or  really even damaging them. We have methods of managing them that are  much more effective, and they have much bigger priorities than us. All  we have to do is make sure both of those things remain true and we'll be  fine. In order to do that though I need to know as much as possible so  my plans can take them into account."

The  degree of relief that Barbie radiated was almost palpable. She  desperately wanted to remain loyal to me and keep her self image as a  'good person' at the same time, and I had no problem making that  possible. Dinah looked a bit relieved by that as well, and I made a note  that her maternal instinct meant younger heroes would be a sticking  point for her too. i didn't mind those instincts since they were part of  how I fucked her to start with, though I'd went and plugged that hole  in her psyche nice and full when I put a baby in her.

"Okay."  Barbie said after a minute. "I can work with that. I don't even mind  the crime stuff. There's going to be crime in either case, you'll at  least make sure to look out for my friends when you're doing business.  If anything, this is going to keep them even safer." She gave me a  drained smile. "I...I've been a bit worried about things since our talk,  but I think I was building things up in my mind to be worse than they  were. You just want what's best for us. Even if it's not sentimental,  you do care what happens to me and I should trust that."

I  grinned. "Not to mention your sexy little greek friend is coming. Don't  tell me you don't want to sink your teeth into that toned olive ass. I  remember her giving you lots of looks back before you finally decided to  open up about your sexuality. You're a master detective, there's no way  you didn't notice Donna wanted to take a trip with you to the isle of  Lesbos. You planning to get a visa the first night? Or wait until she  comes to you."

She  rolled her eyes. "Wow, I think that's both racist and homophobic.  Unlike you Nicky, SOME of us aren't constantly hungry for pussy. I'm  excited to see my friend, yes, and I'm aware of her interest. Something  may happen between us, but it's not like sex is all I think about. Some  of us have restraint."

"Sure."  I said sarcastically. "Which is why poor Hildie was starting to develop  lock jaw before you and Emerald decided to become special friends. I  was pretty sure I would need to upgrade the poor girl with some sort of  mouth based endurance power to prevent her from getting TMJ. I don't  think you can claim to have restraint as much as just being extremely  thoroughly satisfied, but that's fine. I have a rematch with that muscle  bound warrior slut coming anyway."

Barbie's  cheeks flushed, though at which comment I wasn't sure. "I...I guess you  do. I won't get in the way of a battle. Donna wouldn't appreciate it,  but can you at least not mount and fuck her into submission in front of  Cassie? The poor thing JUST turned eighteen, and she looks up to Donna  so much. I don't want her to see what you're going to do to her after  you win."

That  made me grin. "So you're so sure I'll break her in right? I mean,  winning the battle is a matter of course, I'm a fucking dragon, but what  makes you so sure Donna won't take my dick like a champ and walk off  unimpressed?" She just gave me a flat stare and I grinned back at her.

Amy  rolled her eyes. "That won't be happening. Neither of those things.  Barbara tells me that Amazons are matriarchal. If she's going to be  wrestled into submission it's going to be by the woman of the house."  She gave me a sweet smile. "I'm happy to share with my hubby after I win  her. If any of the implications I've heard about the Amazons are true  she'll most likely be a skilled lover as well as a warrior. Perhaps once  I subdue her with brute force she can teach me a few things."

Barbie  looked positively lustful at the thought, and I briefly noted that her  obedience to Amy might not be entirely based on Emerald's tongue game.  My sweet little wifey was wrapping my redhead around her fingers, and  that statement was likely to be literal soon if it wasn't already. I  shook off all the funtime thoughts sadly, turning to Barbie.  "Regardless, Donna and the other girl, Cassie you said? Will be helpful  with local problems, but I need to know what the Team is going to be  doing around here."

She  shook off the daydream she was drifting through after talking to Amy  and refocused. "Right. My sources on the Team aren't what they used to  be, I've been gone a while, but I was able to get a few answers, as was  Zee. They're primarily here for general defense, expecting the same shit  storm we are, but Nightwing apparently also came to follow up on some  unusual activity. Some kind of shadowy society native to Gotham is  making moves. Weird undead soldiers popping up and waging war on some of  the Metropolis natives for territory. They call themselves the Court of  Owls."

I  groaned. "Oh gods, Not them. Dad dealt with them a few times when I was a  kid. The St. Cloud family was our point of contact." I paused,  remembering fondly. "Man, that Silver girl had a banging body. Never got  to fuck her, we were both like fourteen, though I talked her into a  blowjob. Convinced her I would talk dad into ceding them a few blocks of  territory. I think she tried to hire someone to kill me for that,  though it obviously didn't work. Didn't know about the undead assassins  though. Kind of glad she apparently didn't have access to those."

Barbie  rolled her eyes. "What a surprise, a story about you that ends with  some poor girl debasing herself for you and getting no personal benefit while you get away scot free. I would probably feel bad for her,  but I've actually MET Silver St. Cloud. Being stuffed with dick is  about the best possible use of that poisonous sluts mouth. Not a shock  she's part of a clandestine criminal society." She sighed as she saw me  smile at her widely. "Oh please don't make me contact Silver St. Cloud  to arrange a meeting."

I  grinned at her. "Hey, consider this a chance to help your friends. If I  can get Silver on our side." By which I meant on my dick, if she was  half as hot as when I'd last seen her. "We'll be able to take apart the  Court of Owls from the inside before they become a problem. I for one  don't plan to let them get their claws into Brightedge like they did  Gotham. It'll be impossible to root the bastards out if they do. Make  the call, tell her Nick Lord wants to meet." She groaned in frustration  but I could tell she would do it. "Now, catch me up on the Team. If  we're about to make moves I need to know who to avoid." After that I had  a few things to do. First on that list was finally upgrading to D rank,  and I couldn't wait.