Greed God chapter 6 (Patreon)

January 5th 2010 Gotham City 9:00 AM EDT

Riley  came through the next day as promised I skipped school because I didn't  feel like dealing with all of that and honestly I was pumped as hell to  start using my new costume. Seriously, I'd put it on like six times  during the night just to admire myself in the mirror. I kind of wanted  to call Sarah over and fuck her in it, but I reminded myself that the  whole point of the damn thing was to hide my identity so I controlled  myself.

So, the next morning, I  met Riley in an abandoned parking garage in Gotham as I'd requested.  Honestly I hated making the trip to that shithole especially if I had to  go deeper than my school, but Batman's weird pathological need to  protect his territory kept the boy scout at bay and sadly he'd come back  to town pretty soon after leaving two night ago. There were all sorts  of blogs for villains where they tracked his appearances to keep track  of when it was safe to commit crimes.

Riley  pulled out a huge case and handed it over to me and I handed him the  sword. He drew it briefly, handled it to check it had the same abilities  as the last one then re-sheathed it and passed me a large metal case.  His face looked pensive as he stared at me. "You're not gonna...not  gonna use that on anyone are you Nicky? That stuff is poison, there's a  reason only crazy cultists ever used it."

I  smiled at him and waved him off. "It's fine man. I've got a guy that  wants to tinker with the formula a bit, I know it's not fit for human  consumption, neither Zack or I would touch this shit with a ten foot  pole." Which was entirely true, at least in terms of it's current form. I  suspected I could fix it up if I did it right, but I wouldn't touch it  if my appraisal didn't give it the green light, and I definitely  wouldn't be giving it to anyone else.

He  looked relieved and handed it over. I moved to pass him the cash and he  held up his hands. "Nah, the guy I'm working for bought the vials  directly and told me to trade them for the sword. Says he wants you to  think of it as an investment in your future potential. He wants first  dibs on any more of the training weapons you get, and first look through  any future artifacts you find." That was...interesting.

Sensing  my unease he held up his hands. "No ripoffs or anything, the money's  good. He just wants to be the first one to check out your gear when you  get it." He fished in his pocket and pulled out a phone. "If you're down  they wanted me to pass you this burner, speed dial nine gets them on  the line. If not consider the vials a meeting gift and they'll keep an  eye out for the swords on the market." The phone was pitch black and  unobtrusive, but was also most likely bugged.

That  said who cared if it was bugged? I wasn't in my mask right now so my  identity wasn't a secret, and only a fucking lunatic would try to break  into the Lord estate. My dad was a paranoid nutcase who was actively  antagonistic to fucking Superman, our security was nuts. If they could  pay that well I might as well give them right of refusal. I took the  phone and Riley grinned. "Badass man, they paid a solid severance fee  for taking over my business like this."

I'd  assumed that would be the case. I gave him a nod. "If I run across  anything they don't want I'll be back in touch man, thanks for the  assist. I'll mention it to my boss if you want. We might have a man with  your talents in his crew." I'd decided last night to take a page from  an old movie and play up Mammon as this scary underworld badass I worked  for. It would make bringing in people like Zack and Riley easier  without blowing my secret.

He  seemed interested, but in the end shook his head. "Not for now man, but  I'll keep it in mind. In the meantime I think I'll take the very  generous paycheck your new friends gave me to fuck off down to the club  and flash a bit of it around. Not enough to get me in trouble but  hundreds are great whore bait." I grinned at him wolfishly because they  really were and we shook and headed to our respective cars.

I  dropped the phone in my glove box and drove t0 a nearby pharmacy to  pick up some supplies for my formula. I slid the case under the seat and  slipped into the store to look around for a few things I thought might  repair some of the problems with that shitty Kobra Venom muck. Under my  appraisal it came up as pretty dangerous stuff.

[Appraisal  function activated. Treasure detected. Kobra Venom-I rank. A powerful  but debilitating stimulant that grants amazing strength at the cost of  the users sanity. Use causes drastic physical mutation, formula highly  unstable.]

I'd  expected it to be H rank at least, but apparently the shit was so toxic  that it's value was inherently classed just above trash. Which made  sense. Like Riley said this stuff had been floating around the  underworld for years, changing hands regularly with nobody being stupid  enough to actually take it except religious nutjobs. Still, I rank meant  I had hope to patch it up a bit. I had thirty vials of the stuff, which  meant I could try a few variations if the first didn't work and once I  was done I could mix and match the two best to make a G rank serum for  myself.

I perused the aisles,  grabbing anything that looked positive or healthy to try with the  formula. Vitamins, check,  I got a bottle of every kind I could get my  hands on, antihistamine, fuck it, maybe mutations were like allergies, I  grabbed a bottle of disinfectant too, as well as some energy shots,  some pills made for juice cleanses, some acai berry gummies, and  finally, some ginko extract that was supposed to promote quick thinking  and memory. I didn't get thirty kinds of meds but I doubled up on the  useful looking ones just in case.

By  the time I was done the little basket I grabbed when I came in was full  and I was getting ready to leave when I heard a low whistle. I turned  to see a lithe redhead in yoga pants and a tank top raising an eyebrow  at me. "Either you REALLY believe in preparing for everything or you  recently got a job as a vitamin salesman." She sounded more than a  little curious about what I was upto.

I  probably would have been a little more circumspect about my business if  she wasn't such a cutie but sue me, I had a weakness for pretty girls. I  gave her a charming smile. "What can I say, I'm very health conscious, I  find that a health mind promotes a healthy body and all that." When I  said that last part I very carefully didn't drag my eyes over her own  VERY healthy body. Despite that I think she still got what I meant.

She  gave me a little smile. "You know, you're just barely cute enough to  pull off a line that cheesy, but it's pretty close. Still kudos for  having the willpower not to stare at my tits when you said that." Of  course, once she said that I had to look a bit just out of curiosity.  Apparently miss yoga pants didn't believe in bras, and it was pretty  chilly out. My eyes flicked back up to hers and she was pouting. "Awww,  and you were doing so well."

I  took a look in her own basket. Medical supplies we all I could see,  bandages, gauze, disinfectant and some painkillers. I raised an eyebrow  in interest. "Either you're a secret cage fighter or you like it A LOT  rougher in bed than most people." I winked at her. "Jokes aside though  are you ok? Some of that stuff seems like it might be for serious  injuries. Not that you look injured to me."

Her  teasing look softened a bit and she smiled. "Yeah, I'm fine. My job is a  little...energetic. Plus I just moved out on my own so I needed to  stock up anyway." She waved the basket. "Better to have it and not need  it than need it and not have it I always say." Which meant she was  probably a bit older than me, but not by much. Still she had her own  place, and she was a cutie, so it wouldn't hurt to take a shot.

I  smiled even wider. "Well if your job has you that tense I could always  give you a massage? I have magic hands I'm told." Most people assumed  that lines like that didn't work, but in all honesty if you're rich and  good looking like I am it was kind of a toss up. Granted the rich part  she didn't know yet, but good looking was obvious and confidence can get  you a long way.

She  seemed surprised I'd be so brazen, but she looked me up and down once,  clearly liking what she saw. "You know, that might not be so bad. I've  been a little pent up lately, and I'm kind of sick of relationship  drama. You don't strike me as a flowers and candy type of guy." She  chewed her lip a bit. "Be aware that my dad is a cop and even if he  wasn't I can kick your ass six ways to Sunday."

I  grinned. Most people will tell you things like this don't happen in  real life, but those people are dead wrong. I had more than a few  friends who weren't even close to as rich or attractive as me get women  in way odder circumstances. Out for a jog, at the grocery store, waiting  in line at burger king. Men and women both had needs and if you made it  clear you could fulfill hers she might just be inclined to let you.

I  turned and followed her to the register, watching her tight little ass  the whole way. "So do you need a ride, I wasn't sure if you drove or  live nearby." I was however sure that the way her little pink thong was  riding up over those yoga pants ought to be illegal. Dinah hadn't texted  me in a while and while Sarah's magic mouth was nice, it wasn't pussy. I  tried to avoid fucking Sarah, it tended to give her the wrong idea, so  I'd been looking for a new hookup, and miss yoga pants was perfect.

She  giggled a bit at that. "I drove, plus taking separate cars is better.  You're just coming over for a massage remember. You won't be sticking  around." She looked over her shoulder at me with lidded eyes. You're  just going to pound the tension out of me and leave. Right?" I grinned  at that. I absolutely loved women who weren't shy about what they  wanted. She finished paying and waited while I got rung up.

I  finished up my payment and follow that very toned ass of hers out the  door, sadly having to break eye contact to pull out and follow her home.  I didn't ask for her name because it kind of went against the spirit of  our whole rough stranger fucking arrangement, but I caught it anyway as  she paid for the painkillers. She was nineteen, like I'd guessed, and a  Gotham native so maybe I'd be coming into town more often. Still, cute  little piece of ass like her wasn't what I pictured when I heard the  name Barbara.