Greed God chapter 54

January 16th 2016 Palace of Debauchery 11:00 AM EDT

With  my new base of operations finished, I decided it was time to get this  show on the road. I had to get Cherry Hill under control to get access  to Checkmate's resources, and to do that I needed to find and dispose of  Knightfall. I left Waylon and the girls to move my stuff over and gave  Barbie a call. She answered on the first ring. "Hey stranger, been a bit  since I heard from you. Was starting to think you forgot about me." I  enjoyed the teasing edge in her voice, it was pretty obvious she was  looking forward to seeing me.

I chuckled. "Sorry, I ended  up buying that house, been moving into it, though I don't want to show  you yet, it's still a mess. Anyway, thought we could meet up and spend  some time together. I was planning to go hunting for our mutual friend  again, but it wouldn't be the same without your cute little ass to  follow." I figured flirting would help ease the tension since I knew she  didn't want me looking for Knightfall.

She groaned. "Ugh.  Of course you'd be looking for her. Fine. I have an informant we can  talk to. She usually knows the skinny, but her place of employment  is..." She sighed. "Who am I kidding? You're going to fucking love it  there. Meet me at my apartment, I'll drive." I grinned at the resigned  tone in her voice and slipped my mask off, changing into a spare suit in  my care as I pulled out for the drive to her apartment. I was lucky I  had a perfect memory, because I had been paying zero attention on the  way there the first time, and I had to retrace my steps to find the  place.

When I got there I went to climb out but  she just walked over and pushed me back in. "We'll take your car." I  raised an eyebrow at that but climbed into my passenger seat, looking at  her expectantly. She sighed as she pulled out into traffic. "So I know a  woman in town who has a pretty good handle on where the bodies are  buried. We're going to see her, but I'm not entirely sure I should take  someone like you to her workplace. You may get...distracted."

I  was confused. "What, is she a stripper or something? I've been around  naked women more than you can imagine, I can handle some G-strings and a  couple pairs of bouncing fakies." Not that the idea of going to a strip  club with Barbie didn't have it's own appeal, but she was acting like I  was a dog with a bone, and it was honestly sort of insulting. She  ignored my comment as she drove, focusing on the road, and I was  beginning to get a bit sulky by the time she pulled into the parking lot  of what appeared to be a sports bar.

She turned off  the car. She didn't get out, didn't ask me anything, just sat and waited  as I looked through the windshield at the restaurant in front of us. I  couldn't stop myself from grinning. "Ok. Offense retracted. I get it  now. I completely understand why you were worried I would get  distracted." I turned in my seat with a shit eating grin. "How did you  even know this was here? I've never heard of it so they don't advertise.  I know you're a local, but still, do you know someone who eats here  often?"

Barbie glared through the window at the  superhero themed sports bar we were parked in front of. The sign glowing  above the opaque door wasn't really visible from the street.  Superbabes. She turned to glare at me. "My dad likes to eat here. Most  of the cops in Gotham come by because the food is good and the owner  is...civic minded. She gives them a discount on food and...other things,  and they leave her alone and keep people from making trouble." Her  eyebrow was twitching as she obviously tried very hard not to think  about her dad coming to a place where people paid to have sex with women  who dressed up like her friends and coworkers, and possibly even her.

I  was grinning like a loon as we stepped out of the car. We walked up to  the door and pulled it open. The girl at the counter who greeted us when  we came in was none other than...Batgirl. Well, sort of. She was a tiny  redhead with a decently expensive costume cowl on and an ass so wide I  could see it from the front. Seriously, the girl gave Whisper a run for  her money. She gave us a bright smile "Welcome to Superbabes, were you  expecting anyone else or is it just the two of you?"

Barbie's  eyebrow twitched as her eyes slid over the VERY well outlined form of  the faux Batgirl, but she pasted on a smile. "Neither, actually. I'm  here to talk to Orders? Tell her Jim Gordon's daughter is here to see  her." Batgirl (and I was going to call her that every chance I got even  in my head because I knew it would drive Barbie insane) turned and  happily flounced away, those cheeks rippling with waves that would set  off a storm warning siren. I made a mental note to fuck Whisper tonight  when I got home.

She came back in about five minutes  with a big smile. "Barbara? Orders sent me to bring you back to her  office. Your..." She ran her eyes over my frame slowly. "Your friend,  can come too." She turned to walk back to the other side of the  restaurant again, and this time that fat ass was swaying even as it  bounced. It was literally hypnotic, and if I hadn't had an enhanced  brain I might have been hooked. As we walked I took in all the different  girl available here. Gorgeous girls serving people meals in skimpy  outfits I very much approved of.

Wonder woman looking  sweet and milfy, with tits even bigger than the real one nearly spilling  out of her corset and ass cheeks doing their best to swallow her star  spangled spankies. Black Canary, even bustier than my Dinah, though my  Canary was perkier. Still she was gorgeous, as was the latina Hawkwoman  flouncing by with a pair of pronounced rear cheeks and and absolutely  gorgeous blonde in Supergirl's blue top and skirt. I saw Ice and Fire  and Green Lantern, and several very sexy women I didn't recognize, one  Goth with the biggest softest most rippling tits I've ever seen in a  blue cape and a leotard who had to be based on a cape from out of town I  didn't know.

Finally though, we reached the back area  and walked through what looked like a recreational area to a solid dark  wood door. Batgirl knocked sharply. "Come in." A soft voice called  through the door. Batgirl opened it and stepped back, letting us through  and then closing it behind us, letting us into a well furnished office  with an elegant decor. The owner, who I assumed was the woman sitting  behind the desk, had good taste.

The gorgeous black  haired beauty with the violet eyes smiled serenely at us both as we came  in, for all of one second, until her gaze fell on me and her smile  dropped. Her eyes narrowed, and rather than greet us she stared at  me...hard. We stood like that for a minute until Barbie cleared her  throat. "Orders?" The woman's violet eyes snapped off my and to Barbie's  face.

She shook off her fugue. "Ah, Barbara, I'm  sorry. Your friend...took me by surprise. It's not often I meet someone I  can tell so little about. In fact, I didn't even know he was here until  you walked in." She glared out the door that Batgirl had retreated  through, then sighed. "Not your fault I suppose. Now, what brings you  here to see me dear? I trust my last tip panned out properly?"

Barbie  smiled. "Perfectly as always. That shipment of heroin would have killed  hundreds. It was heavily cut with fentanyl. My dad wanted me to thank  you for your help next time I saw you. But I'm actually here on  something a bit more...personal. There's a villain in town that's been  targeting...a friend of mine. We're hoping to track them down. Calls  themselves Knightfall, we're thinking female. Any information you might  have would be greatly appreciated."

Orders gave her a  kind smile. "Of course. You know I'm happy to lend a hand." She raised  an eyebrow. "I trust you'll mention to your father next you see him that  I've been so helpful. I always try to help the police after all. And  they're always so helpful in return. Like if say...the city's parking  restrictions on my customers parking in the next lot were lifted. That  would be helpful. Private property or not, it isn't as if they use it  for anything." She never let her pleasant smile slip as she spoke.

Barbie,  to my surprise, didn't get mad. She just smirked and rolled her eyes.  "I'll ask dad to see what he can do. Now, Knightfall? She spends most of  her time around Cherry Hill. Never seen her in person so I can't really  tell you more than that." Despite her almost comical lack of evidence  or clues, she didn't seem worried about Orders knowing something, which  told me this woman was wither very connected or a metahuman.

Orders  closed her eyes, her smooth brow wrinkling in concentration as she  focused in on...something behind her eyelids. I sat there, watching, and  waited for anything to happen, but nothing did. I leaned over to  Barbie, whispering. "What is she doing? Can she like, hear spirits or  talk to the wind or something?" I was assuming meta based on the weird  meditation thing. She clearly had some kind of power trance thing going,  though I sort of wished it was a bit more visible. I was bored.

That  feeling, sadly, did not last. Her eyes popped open and she glared at  me. "No! SHE is clairvoyant. And also not deaf!" She turned to Barbie.  "Can you please have your meathead wait outside while I work? I would  have expected you to at least tell him the rules before bringing him  here. You know how much I hate when people talk when I'm focusing." She  turned to me. "Go wait outside. Get yourself lunch or something. Barbara  will be busy for a while."

I  stepped out of the office, cowed by the tiny but very authoritative  woman. I walked back to the hostess desk, seeing Batgirl was gone,  replaced by the goth girl with massive mammaries. She was leaning  against the hostess stand, bored. She was much less friendly when I  walked up to talk to her, and when I picked up a menu from the small  tray in front of the podium she was at she rolled her eyes. "So who  exactly are you? And what is the..." I checked the bottom of the menu  where an exceptionally expensive addition was listed. "Special delivery  service."

She  raised an eyebrow. "I'm Raven. The special delivery service is a  delivery service." She put on a a sardonic smile. "It's special. It's  also not available on the premises. Sorry." She very clearly had no  intention of interacting with me, and I had to suppress a smirk at her  complete lack of interest.

I  looked through the menu until I saw her name listed. "Well tell you  what Raven. My car is outside." I reached into my pocked and pulled out a  sapphire the size of a golf ball. "If you'll deliver something to  me...special. I'll let you have this. And if I think your delivery is  special enough." I reached in and pulled out a diamond of similar size.  "I'll give you this one too." I shot her a wink. "I'll be out in the  black town car. Hope to see you soon."

I  turned and walked out of the restaurant climbing into my car and  letting the seat back, closing my eyes. I wasn't expecting her  immediately. She would have to get someone to cover her shift, but I was  pretty sure she would come out here. I heard a sharp tap on the window,  and opened my eyes to grin up at the five foot seven inch goth packing  the biggest pair of sweater puppies I'd ever seen. I rolled down the  window, raising an eyebrow. She looked me up and down impatiently.  "Superbabes. Special delivery service." I grinned and opened the door. I  wanted to see just how special.