Councilwoman One - Part 1 - Preview (Patreon)

It's mid-morning when Dr Mrs The Monarch (aka Councilwoman One) arrives home to Fitzcarraldo mansion, the childhood home of the Monarch, having been called away to attend an emergency meeting of the Council of (not quite) Thirteen on Meteor Majeure.  Deep in the bowels of the mansion's secret lair, Gary (aka Henchmen 21) finds himself yet again washing the freshly blood-spattered ex-Morphomobile as he jams out to his favorite mix tape. The Monarch, having popped a couple of Ambian just after he and his henchman arrived home before dawn, is upstairs sleeping the day away.

Dr Mrs: Honey, I‘m home! The stupid teleporters were out again. I cannot believe they actually made us fly all the up there for… Hello? Sweetie?

Looking through the downstairs rooms of the unusually quiet house, she finally peeks her head into the Monarch‘s office.  No one is there, however, the office’s hidden bookcase door is ajar. Rolling her eyes and shaking her head, unable to fathom what they might be doing down in (what she assumes is just) the basement, Dr Mrs opens the door and trudges down the dusty, old, squeaking stairs.

Dr Mrs: What the hell are you two doing down…?  Uhhh…?  Hell-ohhh?

Instead of finding her husband and Gary, she sees another open ‘secret door’ behind the huge house‘s inadequately tiny water heater.  Raising an eyebrow, Dr Mrs hesitantly walks to the doorway finding a long, stone staircase leading downward and what sounds like Run DMC‘s ‘It’s Tricky’ blaring at full volume from below. Yelling once again and receiving no answer, she shakes her head and continues down the steps. Gary, not expecting anyone to come down to the ’Egg Sack’...and having forgotten to shut the secret basement entrance...is completely oblivious to Dr Mrs‘ arrival at the bottom of the stairs.

Dr Mrs: What in the HELL is all this?!

Gary: (startled) Holy shit!  Mmm… Missus M! I was…  You’re not…  Shit.

Dr Mrs: Oh my friggin' Gawd, please tell me that is NOT the Morphomobile painted up in…!

Gary: I… I… I can explain! It’s not what it looks like!

Dr Mrs: It looks like you’re washing blood off a vintage Mercedes gull-wing painted up in my husband's colors and hiding out in...the...Blue…Morpho’s…old…

Dr Mrs trails off, looking around the room. Her anger quickly subsiding, replaced by sheer amazement. Gary, having prided himself in knowing every little secret and foible of his ’primary’ to better serve them, is completely unaware that Dr Mrs has 'a thing' for old, archaic anti-villain tech.

Dr Mrs: (pointing, amazed) Ohmygawd, is that…? Is that a real ’Crime Computer’? Wow. I’ve only seen copied-to-death, black and white pictures of these. Oh wow, it’s even got the optional, transistorized fingerprint analyzer and automatic facial sketch generator. Gary… I… Wow. Just wow.

Gary: (confused, blinking) I…uhhhh… Oh-kaaaay?  Suuure.

Dr Mrs: And…and... That‘s a genuine police edition ‘38 Knucklehead with… With Zuni rockets and twin-mounted machine guns? Oh my gosh, it's even got its original tube-type two-way radio.

Dr Mrs seems completely unaware that she‘s been running her fingertips over her body the entire time. Gary however, can’t help but notice. Biting his lower lip, he watches as she glides her fingernails down her...

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Original Art by SGTMADNESS

Commissioned by Phillipthe2