^^ Selena Kyle as Catwoman ^^

— Erin —

I flew around until I found Wayne Manor, and landed stealthily at the back door, releasing the shield and dropping my passengers on the ground as gently as possible. "Sorry about that, I was a bit too excited." I chuckled guiltily, helping Batman and Diana stand up.

Diana nodded, unaffected by the sudden tumble. "Indeed, it would seem you are still growing, at an astonishing rate. That is good. But you need control of your abilities, as I said a few days ago, when we discovered them."

"Control comes with use and experience, Diana. I'm only six days in, here, cut me some slack, eh?" I shook my head, and opened the door. "Now Batman, you need to go have those ribs and that shoulder looked at. No arguments." I frowned sternly when he opened his mouth to protest.

He grunted noncommittally, and entered the building, calling for Alfred over his communications device, then summoning the Batmobile, which had been left in Metropolis.

Diana waited until she saw Alfred, an old man who looked a little too buff to be a butler, (but then, what do I know about butlers? Maybe they were all buff...) and Bruce spoke to him quietly. "The situation was handled. I'll be in the cave."

She cleared her throat pointedly, and Alfred looked up at her, raising an eyebrow slowly. "Sic Selena on him, if you have to." She said stubbornly.

Batman visibly flinched, to my surprise, and then I remembered they were either engaged or married in this timeline.

"No need, I was already in the area." A lithe woman in a catsuit slipped by me, making me flinch and grip my knife. She glanced at me, then moved on, unconcerned. "Come on, cowboy, let's get those ribs wrapped up before Alfred has a coronary." She grinned mischievously at the older man, then wrapped Bruce in a whip and dragging him out of sight as Alfred huffed delicately, and followed.

After a moment, Diana nodded, returning to the subject. "I suppose you are correct. Experience is what you need, not lectures about your lack of it. As such, you will train with Wonder Girl and I, in Gateway City."

I chuckled, sitting down on my bike as it reappeared with a thought. "Will I? Curious, I had no idea! Tell me more of my future, O Wise Queen Diana?"

She frowned at me. "No need for rudeness, Erin. I realize that may have sounded a bit like an order, but you need to learn to follow those."

I snorted wryly, and turned the key, starting the engine. "Honey, you don't know the first thing about me, or you'd never think I can't follow orders. I just don't follow orders from people who have no control over me; and at this exact moment, that number is a Whopping Total of Zero! I'm only a member of the League as a Formality, -I haven't even been voted in,- therefore you are not my superior or my leader, nor am I a proper Amazon yet, and therefore you are not my Queen. All in all, you're an ally of mine, and perhaps a friend, but not someone I must follow orders from."

She hummed. "You're not wrong, I suppose, and though it feels a bit rude of you to say it like that, I cannot say that I disagree, so I will allow it."

"Yes, well, besides you thinking you need to 'allow' me to say anything I goddamned please, I do need the experience of fighting people both with and without my abilities; therefore, should you wish to Train together, you may join me in the ruins of Malina Island, and you may bring Miss Sandsmark and Ms. Lance." I nodded, offering a proverbial olive branch with a handshake.

She smiled, and clasped my forearm, climbing onto the back of the bike before I could protest. "Good! Let us collect Cassie and Dinah from Metropolis, and then travel to Helix Island, to wait out the night! Our training begins at Dawn!"

I laughed at her audacity, mildly in awe of her unflappable confidence, and twisted the throttle, rocketing off invisibly back towards Metropolis.

—

"What is the largest, non-sentient creature in the cosmos?" I asked curiously, looking at the results of the analyses of everything that had happened this morning.

Sofia hummed, draping herself over me like a cuddling blanket, whilst Terran laid between us, the adorable meat in our Lady sandwich. "I suppose a Redwood Tree, no? If by non-sentient you're referring to the lack of consciousness, though they do have Dryads. Why?"

"What about underwater trees? I know some exist." I hummed.

"I'm sure, yes... again, why?" She raised an eyebrow.

"The Martian BioShip. It was built with sentient plant life and powered by a core of metallic vines in a gelatinous fluid, and it was charging itself retroactively, which should be impossible, but it was running on psychic energy; essentially, the core was its brain, and the power it's brain created was enough to successfully pilot a spaceship." I explained.

"Yes, it's quite impressive... and?" She asked, knowing I'd continue, if asked to.

"And I'm going to create the Moray Version. For you. You can be entirely organic, no longer relying on mechanisms and machines to function. The Tenth Metal, when it's finished, will be your Brain, and the Nth Metal will be your body. Instead of Martian plants, I'll use Earth Coral, which have all of the same properties and even more, once treated with the Moray Shapeshifting ability." I pulled up the hologram I'd designed, showing them both.

Terran hummed, tilting his head at it. "I've only seen that type of coral a few times... it's very fragile, dies easily if there's too much salt in the water."

"Ah... then the Thanagarian Salt-Snakes will make a contribution as well, or at least, the terrestrial version!" I grinned, and made a note for it.

"Curious... oh, and you're receiving a call, Madame?" She flicked her hand, and a screen appeared in front of us.

Zatanna covered her eyes, sighing loudly. "Please don't accept my calls if you're naked?"

"I didn't, Sofia did, and I'm not shy about my body, when I choose to show it. What did you need, my dear? Trouble with the boys? Is Constantine being a royal pain again?" I smiled.

She sighed. "Oh always, that's his default! No, I wanted to check up on you after the dust up today; any news as to what killed all of them? The League is dying to know, and Batman is being... Batman." She asked.

"Then I suppose I don't have anything else to say. If Batman has refused you answers, I don't want to piss him off needlessly. But yes, I'm alright, though my hip is still a bit sore. And you?" I responded, stonewalling her about the details she'd been refused.

"Same, I suppose; sore but alright, overall... well, if that's all, I'll be going. I've a show in London, tonight, and I can't be late!" She laughed, and waved goodbye, hanging up.

I nodded and slowly bent Sofia over my lap. "Sofia, darling?" I prompted sweetly.

She smiled and raised her hips, wiggling her butt. "Ouuuuuiiii, Madame?"

She somewhat regretted baiting me, several hours of total orgasm denial later, but, knowing I'd bend and allow it to her soon, with her continued appliance of the Puppy dog eyes, I feigned boredom, and went back to work.

The different processes that were being run were pulled up on the big screen that was my fake Bay windows, and I hummed, sorting them due to importance.

"Let's see... purification of Evolving Nth Metal, Yes, that's a priority, back burner #1... the analyzers are finished, and currently integrating the new tech blueprints, weapons and armor included... the wreckage a half-mile east is being laced with Nth Metal to stop any structural damage, and to absorb the kinetic energy of any collisions which go over a threshold of perhaps endangering the local wildlife... the Czarnian Clones were humanely disposed of, their dead cells tossed into the nuclear furnace, Good good..." I nodded.

"And I've, -mmm,- successfully managed to replicate the, -oh!,- hormonal state of a female Moray in, -nnn!- Season!!!" Sofia gasped from her place above the bed. She was still tied up and hanging from the sling, unable to move as Terran laid below her, tickling her breasts gently with a feather.

I smiled. "Good girl. And their morphing ability?"

She sighed thankfully as Terran gave her a brief reprieve so she could answer me. "In me, yes, though I'm still working on a false womb that would manage that... three more days will be plenty." She nodded, and then moaned loudly when he switched to a riding crop, running the leather across her skin.

I chuckled and shook my head. "Alright, lovebirds, take that up to the library, hmm? I've got serious work to handle, and you'll distract me if you continue..."

"Alright, Erin... come see us when you're finished." Terran nodded and stood, kissing my cheek, then grabbing the sling, disconnecting it and walking up the stairs with her over his shoulder, instead of releasing her.

I nodded and began building the schematics for the Coral BioMachine that was going to become my Hyper-Computer. Quantum Computers could handle '0/1/2/3/4' type computing, which was exponentially faster and more efficient than the normal computer Binary system of '0/1', but with this computing ability, I would run all processes with a '0/~9/A/~Z', the most advanced computing scenario that could exist with a simple alphabet, with 36 possibilities, meaning it was 81,000,000 times faster and more efficient than a mere Quantum Computer.

Best of all, it would not be Sentient, not entirely, and it would be host only to Sofia's processing units, besides the one in her head, which was Quantum on its own. It would be like a superpower to her, one she could use if she chose, but she didn't have to, and it could never activate without our consent.

A tiny fraction of the Tenth Metal would go to me, just barely a thousandth of a nanogram, the same as was inside the Fatherbox, which would be enough to upgrade the Nth Metal in my body. Preliminary results showed that it would actually dissolve, spreading through my body's nervous system much more neatly than the Nth Metal had, and I'd never light up a metal detector, because the metal didn't magnetize.

"How does the Tenth Metal match up against the Godly Metal we have on file?" I asked, leaning back in the chair.

"Results show it is indeed the missing .0000001% of the Metallic Composition of the Hephaestus Metal, and the Dark AntiMatter that, when burned, replicates the power of Divinity, is the remaining 9.9999998%; adding that to the 90% Metal previously constructed results in a near-perfect replication. Trace elements of Greek soil and anthracite were detected, however, hinting at a specialized combination and forging process from Hephaestus himself, likely unknown to anyone else." The AI answered, as Sofia was otherwise occupied.

I hummed. "It'll do for now... build a single Motherbox from the schematics, made entirely of the Godly Metal and a piece of Tenth Metal, and hold off on placing any sentience into it. Leave it deactivated, following me around in the Shadow Dimension... should I ever be killed, transfer my consciousness and memories into the Motherbox. Mark priority 'Alpha & Omega'. Next, create several dozen skulls made of Nth Metal, and should I ever ask it of you with the Command 'Thanatos', you will transfer the soul and memories of my selected target into one of them, so that it can be reincarnated with all its memories, as soon as I release it. Cue up 500 skulls, that will follow along with the drone and Motherbox. Now, remove all record of these commands and the creation of the Box and skulls, -as well as any record of their existence,- from the system, leaving only the code in the drone that carries it, and the physical evidence that is the things themselves."

"Immediately, Doctor." It ran the sequence, then immediately deleted the memory file, then the video file from the archive and Sofia's memory bank.

When the screens returned to normal, I nodded, switching tracks. "I asked for the report on the Czarnian DNA? Why did you blank out? Do I need to debug you again?" I frowned theatrically.

"No... I will run a diagnostic internally, Doctor. The Czarnian DNA was altered, as we originally theorized, but not in the way we postulated. The DNA was mapped, altered, and synthesized in its entirety, not grown and spliced. The two DNA Strands did not mix, resulting in their fragility, but they were nonetheless incredibly viable for a short amount of time. Had they been spliced with something less corrosive, it would have been a successful effort at recreating and amplifying the Czarnian Regenerative Abilities. The diagnosis is that whoever did this created them as an experiment, to extract the Czarnian ability to replicate itself, and the attack on the justice league was a... side benefit. An 'S&G' situation."

I laughed softly. "So Luthor creates these clones, does tests on them, realizes they'll break down and leave no trace behind, making them the perfect disposable minions, then decides to send them after his old pal Superman, just for shits and giggles? That's the theory?"

"Correct, Doctor. An astute Summary."

"Huh. That kinda tickles me, to be honest... I'd planned something similar with the Moray, though only for breeding purposes... to create a thousand or so viable adult Male Moray, and simply introduce a new breeding stock into the gene-pool, in the event that we cannot replicate Female Moray Pregnancy. Though the lack of souls would be odd... no, never mind, I'm sure there's a few thousand Ocean Spirits in the Realm of Water who'd love to come to this realm and breed. Problem averted."

"The lack of bio-diversity is not, however, if you make clones of the same genetics..."

"I'm not, of course. All the DNA that Sofia Gathered, run it through a sequencing program. A digital breeding, one might say. Breed every male with 16 females, make sure the results are exactly half male and half female, then mix the resultant offspring, breeding them with anyone who is not their genetic equal and doubling their population. Continue until diversity is almost null, but do not Interbreed Family Lines. The last Generation, make all Male. How many viable templates of Male DNA are theorized, accounting for every generation of males?" I asked.

"Running Simulation... approximately 1,260, over a 5 Generation period, should each pairing breed twice, and create one male and one female offspring."

"And according to estimates of the Moray Population, how many are necessary to preserve the diversity of the Moray Species?" I nodded.

"... approximately 4,000, minimum."

"Then have each pairing produce eight offspring, conserving the templates' diversity amongst its Brood, as well. Slight differences; hair color, skin color, height, weight, you name it, though all should be within the average-to-preferred male and female form of the Moray People."

"Running Simulation again... approximately 12,240 viable male specimens, and Female population numbering 26,750."

I blinked in surprise. "Okay, way too much... keep the females on record, they could be useful to create as genetic templates for the mechanical wombs we need... and I only need 6,000 males, to start with. As spread out as possible, from amongst that selection, preferring the earlier generations, which still have some genetic change to give, allowing for elasticity of the genome, and therefore a more viable selection of offspring DNA."

"Running Simulation again, to check for possible missed inaccuracies..."

"Back burner, AI. Get me those 6,000 samples, and isolate the growth capabilities of the Czarnian DNA. The original one, the real Lobo's DNA. We have a sample of that, yes?" I hummed.

"A saliva sample was acquired from Lobo's Cigar, yes... Regenerative Capabilities isolated from RNA. Comparing... 52 times as strong as the first-Generation clones'. Creating Serum... time to completion, 2 days, 12 hours, 7 minutes."

I sighed. "Alright, you work on that, back burner."

"Increases timeframe to 2-15-6, apply?"

"Adds three hours? Do it. I need your full attention. Let's get that Hyper-Computer built, hmm?" I smiled.

"Time to completion... 2 days, 7 hours, 17 minutes."

I sighed deeply, and looked at the clock. "Alright... I guess I'll go sleep with my lovers and then meet Diana for our Training Session."

I entered the library, removing my robe in a sinuous movement, and watched with amusement as Terran shivered at the sight of me, finishing early. Sofia frowned at me upside down from her position in the swing, and then gasped as I offered her mouth something much better to do than frown.

—

Espresso was placed in my hand as I entered my kitchen, and I slowly raised an eyebrow at Cassie Sandsmark, Wonder Girl. "Are you old enough to drink coffee?" I asked suspiciously, and tossed back the small cup of coffee, then setting about making myself a real cup of coffee.

Diana hummed. "Her mother allows her to drink it on occasion. We haven't seen you since 10AM yesterday... where were you?" She asked from her place at my table, eating a plate of waffles and pancakes, a blasphemous mixture.

"I was with my lovers, celebrating my victory, and also attempting to help Terran get Sofia Pregnant. She's only in season for another week or so, at most, then it's another ten years before it happens again, so it's quite important. Also, nunya business." I shrugged.

She laughed softly while Cassie gagged on her coffee. "I see, well, that is a worthy pursuit, I suppose, and it will keep you in shape."

Cassie gagged even louder, and Black Canary slapped the back of her head. "Don't be rude, Cassie! We're all grown women, here, and you're 18; women our age trying to get pregnant is entirely natural, and it's a serious topic that does warrant talking about."

She rubbed her hair back into place, and sighed. "Fine, but I really don't think the details are required? I prefer to keep my ears innocent of your old-people sex-talk, thanks."

I raised an eyebrow at her slowly, and plucked the coffee out of her hands. "In that case, no coffee for you. After all, only old people need coffee! You Youngin's 'as got energy to spare, right?"

She grumbled an apology, and took the cup when I handed it back, my point successfully made.