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Dick turned the water off and hoisted Zinda up on the counter to sleep it off. He probably should’ve found a bed for her, but he was far too horny to concentrate on that. If he tried, he probably would’ve fucked her again in that bed, an urge he was trying all too hard to resist. 

The Birds of Prey. Kory. Donna. He had to find one of them. They all lived in the Clocktower, where were they?

He walked into the front room and saw Komand’r in the glass isolation cell where she was locked so that the team could keep an eye on her at all times. The lights were turned off except for one on the desk in her little jail, filling the room with a pale light.

During her imprisonment, Komand’r had been allowed to borrow some of Kory’s clothes. They were tall enough for her, but baggy. She had Kory’s height, but not her voluptuous figure—clearly part of the sibling rivalry. Still, she was tall, statuesque, and had a kind of imperious dominatrix quality that he found fascinating, reminding him of his run-ins with Catwoman or Poison Ivy during his Robin days.

“I heard screaming,” Komand’r said. “The fun kind—at least for the other person.”

“Where are others?” Dick asked her. “You can’t be the only one here.”

“I heard you talking, too. You can barely control yourself. It must be taking all of your willpower not to grab hold of your manhood right now and satiate yourself to the sight of me.”

“Not that much willpower,” Dick replied, teeth clenched. He tried to make it look effortless, how he was resisting her, but he couldn’t quite manage. She actually reminded him a little of Donna, with her narrow, classical good looks, almost Nordic, such a startling contrast to her sister. He wondered if the relationship between Kory and Donna had started out as a replacement for Kory’s long-lost sisterhood before it became something far more romantic.