Don't Look Away update

Barbara sat in the middle of her digital realm not like a cripple in a wheelchair, but like a queen in her throne. Around her, arrayed in rows like ranks of infantry, computer monitors and one massive wallscreen displayed a network of patterns related to her current obsession by means only known to her inscrutable thinking. Above her, like thoughts propelled out of her racing mind by sheer excess, holographic shades showed further information. She reached up to modify them, a goddess making life from clay, then came down and reoriented her wheelchair to type at another system. It seemed hundreds of things at a time were all demanding and receiving her attention in a dance both regulated as clockwork and as organic as poetry. Her eyeglasses flashed, catching the light from the various screens and holographic projectors. Lost in the green-glowing shadows of the darkened room, Barbara could’ve been a part of the system, as shackled to it as she was armored by it.

“So, you and Cass have been hanging out a lot lately.” Barbara made no other acknowledgment of Steph’s presence than saying that.

“Yeah, you know, we’re friends and we make out sometimes and we’re very friendly that way—“

Barbara backed up her wheelchair and redirected herself to another mouse, keyboard, and monitor. Without needing even a moment to familiarize herself with this new layout, she was typing a mile a minute. “I need you to take Misfit with you on patrol tonight. Watch her. Make sure no one kills her and she doesn’t kill anybody.”

“Whoa, wait a minute, are you kidding me?” Steph charged toward Barbara, pausing only a little to turn sideways to get between two holograms without touching either one. She didn’t want to cause a depression in Bolivia or something. “You can’t just throw Misfit into the middle of our thing. We’re a tightly knit unit! Cass and I, we can read each other like a book! We know each other without talking!”

“It’s Cass. She does that with everyone,” Barbara said dryly. “Look, you want to be on the Birds of Prey? Sometimes you have to do missions you don’t want to do.”

“Fighting crime! Not babysitting!”

“Keeping Misfit out of trouble will stop a lot more disasters than catching a few muggers,” Barbara said. “Just do it.”

“Why don’t you have Dinah or Helena do it? Cass and me, we’re trainees. We need hands-on experience.”

Barbara sighed. “Because there are jobs that only Dinah and Helena can do, jobs that would get Misfit killed if she tagged along. Jobs that would get you killed if you tried to do them.”

“Hey, no way, Cass is a great fighter!”

“I didn’t say Cass would get killed.”

Steph frowned.

“You and Misfit have a lot in common. You should get along fine. And Cass should meet new people; she can’t just have one codependent girlfriend as the extent of her social life.”

“I’m not—we’re not—Misfit and I are nothing alike! She’s immature and annoying and she never listens.”

“Uh-huh,” Barbara reached a break in her typing, stopping to crack her knuckles as she turned around to face Steph. “Pick her up at eight. Play with a Ouija board. I don’t care. She should have some friends her own age before she joins the Teen Titans.”

“What about me?” Steph insisted. “If this is so great for Misfit, then what am I getting out of it?”

“You’re showing me you can be trusted to do as you’re told. Now you’re a good kid, Steph, you’ve got real potential, but if you can’t follow orders, then the next time there’s an emergency I’m going to send Cass on her own and you can just stay home.”

Steph guffawed. “She’ll take me along. It doesn’t matter what you say—I think,” she added after a hesitant moment.

“You’d be a pretty lousy friend if you forced her to make that choice.” Barbara turned back to her many computers.

“What if Misfit doesn’t want to go on patrol?” Steph persisted. “What if she wants to stay home? Then can we not take her along?”

“I highly doubt she’s going to choose to lie around on the couch instead of putting on a crazy costume and having misadventures. This is Gotham City, after all. But if she doesn’t want to go out, fine, you can have Cass all to yourself.”

“Yes!” Steph pumped her fist. “I mean, that’s good to know.”

She went to open the door and found it locked.

“Just so you know,” Barbara told her, “if you and Cass to goof off as usual without Misfit, then I find her schlepping along on her own, you’re going to be in big trouble.”

Even her own mom, when at her most maternal of motherhood phases, didn’t get as strict and controlling as Barbara. The woman was like a natural matron who’d no one ever impregnated, and now she was taking it out on all her surrogate ducklings.

***

At dusk, Steph costumed up and went to find Cass. That consisted of climbing up her building’s fire escape and finding Cass already waiting for her on the rooftop. As always, Cass’s matte-black costume provided a blank slate. Someone like Steph, who knew her, could always see through it to read the girl underneath, all her quirks and foibles shockingly cute for someone going as a leather fetish for Halloween. But for the jumped-up, superstitious, roid-raging criminals of Gotham, they saw their own fear and terror reflected back at them. It was getting to be a bit of a paradox for Steph—seeing Cass and remembering that for other people, she wasn’t the cute, lovable teddy bear Steph knew her to be.

“Hey!” she called.

“Hey…” Cass retorted, still trying to exactingly reproduce the pronunciation in all its casualness. Steph laughed. Cass sounded like someone had sat on a bagpipe. “Are we… punching people… now?”

“Not yet. We’ve gotta pick up Misfit.”

Cass tilted her head to the side. “Oracle said… we may have company…”

“Yeah, that’s what she thinks. Look, just follow my lead and let me do the, ehh, talking.”

Without moving an inch, Cass became inquisitive. Maybe Steph was picking up some of that body language reading from her. “Are you going… to lie?”

“No, not lie—I just have a few facts for her that she might find more interesting than, ah, the real ones. And anyway, she’s the one butting into our patrols.”

“Isn’t that… what you did… to Robin?”

Steph shook her head so vigorously she almost dislodged her hood. “That’s completely different! He was into me! I hit him with a brick!”

“Are we going… to hit Misfit… with a brick?”

“No! Well, probably not…”

***

Steph supposed there were some similarities between her and Misfit—if you were some kind of racist who thought all teenage girl crimefighters looked a like. Misfit didn’t even have a good costume. She did have the same flashy red hair as Ms. Gordon, a smattering of freckles that made her look extra youthful and girlish, and a body that was developing as well as Helena’s, between her superhero exercise and the good genes that were making her breasts big and her hips wide. It was like looking at a Starfire about to happen.

And she was an orphan. Not that Steph was jealous or anything, but since she didn’t have to keep up appearances, Barbara put her up in an exclusively chic hotel, with rumors that she was some Russian billionaire’s lovechild. Steph couldn’t even get hot water in her shower…

When Cass and Steph arrived at her place, she was all Misfit Janes and pigtails, skillful application of mascara giving her huge green eyes under her mask, with a healthy-looking blush of pink rouge deemphasizing her freckled cheeks, while her lips were untouched by makeup, a natural red that pouted with pink promise. She must’ve been studying how to do that.

“Oh hey, wow, I can’t believe we’re all finally going out as a crimefighting unit! I was so worried that you two would go out with Flamebird or some other Batgirl or someone else doing the whole teen crimefighter girl thing, but no, all me, that’s so cool!” She bit the back of her hand nervously. “You guys want some PopTarts or some HotPockets before we leave? I also have soft drinks if you want something to drink. Or chocolate milk.”

“Chocolate milk?” Cass perked up. She liked chocolate and she liked milk…

Steph stiffened her spine, trusting Cass’s read on body language to get the idea. “That’s real cool and we’re all good friends—“

“Best friends!” Misfit cried, taking Cass’s hand—Steph’s Cass—and pulling her to the kitchen to serve her a glass of chocolate milk. “We can be a power trio! We can have nicknames! Like the Batbabes! Or the Young Birds! Maybe a sister thing, like the Sob Sisters, only a like a pun—the Mob Sisters? Bob Sisters? What else rhymes with sob?”

“Misfit!” Steph said firmly. “You know we’re not going on patrol, right?”

The chocolate milk Misfit was pouring overflowed Cass’s glass. “Right-what?”

Cass pushed the carton of chocolate milk up so it wasn’t pouring anymore.

“It’s a slow night,” Steph continued, “all the other Bats are out, so we thought we’d just hang out and keep going with Cass’s grammar lessons. Don’t know if you’ve noticed, but she’s not the best at talkin’ good.”

“So, no… dark vengeance?” Misfit asked.

“Nope!” Steph confirmed. “Of course, if you want, you could just stay in and do whatever. Me and Cass can read our Sesame Street books somewhere else.”

“No, here’s good!” Misfit said quickly. “We’re the Gob Sisters, after all. We don’t—does that work, Gob? Like ghosts and goblins—Batman—creepy night things… I think it could catch up. Robin caught on and that doesn’t fit with the aesthetic at all.”

“You heard the lady,” Steph said to Cass. “Take a seat. Let’s do some reading—and not crimefighting.”

***

“’Listen, I have an idea,’” Steph read, surreptitiously glancing at Misfit to see how she was taking the elementary school lesson. She looked bored out of her skull. “’If you do not turn any pages, we will never get to the end of this book. And that is good, because there is a Monster at the end of this book. So please do not turn the page…’”

The moment they reached the Shyamalan twist, Steph would ask Misfit if they weren’t imposing too much. Get them tossed out, then she would have Cass all to herself and they could do all the crimefighting they wanted—just the two of them.

She started to turn the page. Cass grabbed her wrist. “What are… you doing?” she asked. “There’s a monster…”

Steph pulled her hand away. “I think we can handle him.” She resoundingly pressed down the page.

“But Grover asked… so nicely…”

Misfit piped up. “Could I make a suggestion?” She stood. “How is Cass supposed to learn how to read if you’re reading her books for babies? She needs stuff that’s more interesting. I’m talking literature.”

She went to the apartment’s bookshelf, which Steph noticed held mostly piles of clothes, shoes, old take-out cartons, and other riff-raff she seemed to have a hard time finding a space for. And she took down a paperback romance novel with a cover so cheesy it could’ve been velour. “Here. And it’s, you know, alternate lifestyle-y.”

“There are… alternate lifestyles…?” Cass asked, perplexed, as Misfit sat down on the couch on her other side. The redhead began to read.

All she saw was Nina unbuttoning her blouse. Sarah would've thought she'd feel lust, seeing her skin slowly come into view, but instead she felt a kind of—warmth. More skin for her to touch, more skin to be against her as she slept. It seemed more comforting than anything else.

"I've heard the most intriguing study," Nina said, her voice a little deeper, a little less sweet. Sarah thought about it—two sides of Nina, the mistress that punished her and the lover that took care of her. That made sense, right? "It says that you put a baby to sleep, the best thing to do is to let her nurse. Even if the baby isn't hungry, the act of suckling relaxes her to the point of unconsciousness. Like a narcotic, almost." She undid the last button and opened her blouse.

Underneath, her bra was black and very, very flattering. Sarah felt a twinge of desire, even through her stupor. "The fascinating thing is, this muscle memory never really diminishes. You see it in children who suck their thumbs. The act calms them, soothes them. It even persists into adulthood."

Nina’s bra came off. Her breasts, Sarah thought. God, her breasts…

"I'm going to get into bed with you, Sarah. And I want you to suckle upon me."

"We've done that before," Sarah said dreamily. "It didn't exactly relax me."

"You were doing that to excite me. This is all about you." Nina stepped out of her heels. She made no move to take off her skirt or stockings. The fact that she wore those, but was bare above the waist, sent a surge of lust through Sarah. When she closed her eyes, she pictured herself putting Nina into bed and diving under that skirt. But she couldn't seem to move…

True to her word, Nina got into bed beside Sarah. The center of the bed, with Sarah on her right. She ran her fingers over Sarah and the girl felt a warmth that drenched her body, like her nerves were spigots slowly being closed off. Her body going gently numb. "Open your mouth, Sarah. Can you open your mouth for me?"

Sarah's eyes were closed (they seemed so heavy just then), but she felt Nina's fingers at her lips. She opened them obediently, then felt Nina's hands on her head. She was rolled over onto Nina, her right arm landing across Nina's waist and her mouth being guided to Nina's right breast. She sucked on it gratefully, almost slobbering on it, before forcing her eyes open.

She was lying on Nina, the older woman's hands behind her back and on her outstretched right arm, stroking both with light animal movements. Her head was on Nina's breast, soft and perfect, and Nina's nipple was irritating her chin. There was only one thing to do, and Nina suggested it as her fingers lightly petted the welts she'd left on Sarah's ass. "Suck me, Sarah." Her voice filled Sarah's head like water. "It's alright. It's okay, dear. Suck on me."

Sarah opened her mouth and seemed to inhale Nina, not just her nipple but her areole, all she could until her mouth was full. The peak of Nina's breast was perfectly hard, turgid and inviting in Sarah's mouth. Nina gasped softly and Sarah realized she'd pleased her, she felt proud that she'd pleased her, but most of all she felt soothed. It seemed all her life she'd needed something in her mouth, gum, a lollipop, the end of a pencil, a stolen cigarette… this was what she'd been looking for all along. Not just a nipple—Nina.

"Good girl. Good, good girl," Nina praised her, voice full of the same pride. "See how good punishment makes us? See what lessons we learn from being naughty?"

Sarah didn't, not really. All she knew was that Nina fit to her mouth, she belonged there. She wondered if straight people felt this way, having a penis inside them. She wondered if she'd feel this way (only moreso) having Nina inside her, because surely Nina could find a simple dildo that was this right. This perfect.

Misfit continued to read, her voice thickening and heaving as she described the two women ravishing each other, but Steph’s attention was stolen away by Cass looking at her. When Steph looked back, Cass spread her legs demonstrably. Steph was confused. She shook her head, not getting it. 

Cass stood up and began to undress. The porny prose Misfit had been reading hadn’t gotten to Steph—it hadn’t—but seeing Cass’s creamy flesh, the silky pelt between her legs to mark her soft mound, and the glowing pink of her nipples which topped her breasts as deliciously as cherries on a sundae…

Misfit broke off her narration. “What is she doing…?”

Cass looked at Steph. “You don’t want to fight crime.” She looked at Misfit. “You don’t want to read.” She threw the last of her costume aside. “So we fuck… I want to fuck…”

Misfit dropped the book from numb fingers. “Hey, I’m not a lesbian, I just like to read about some stuff sometimes for a change of pace. It, like, it doesn’t have the male gaze…”

Cass crouched over her face, lowering her pussy to Misfit’s mouth as she gave a soft, yet meaningful command. “Eat.”

Misfit could not resist obeying. Cass’s forcefulness, taking charge of the situation, only added to the arousal her book had started. Barely able to breathe, she was trapped between Cass’s thighs, surrounded by the firm flesh of Cass’s muscular body, her eyes not able to see past the slick opening Cass expected her to pleasure.

“Suck… eat me out good… make it good…”

Misfit hesitantly pushed her tongue out of her mouth. She had no experience servicing another woman, so she tried to recreate what her boyfriends did when they went down on her. Only she hadn’t had many boyfriends and they didn’t go down on her very much.

Her tongue licked up and down the lips of Cass’s sex, tasting and then devouring the juices running from her cunt. The taste was strangely exciting in its sheer difference from how a man tasted—not like his kiss or his dick or his cum. But tasty. She licked harder, faster, and found the taste growing stronger as more arousal flooded her mouth.

Her tongue rode over the engorged labia guarding Cass’s passage. Cass’s sheer responsiveness spurred her on; she was actually enjoying herself. Lesbianism had gone from something that seemed completely strange and exotic to a simple, enjoyable act with a sweet taste and Cass’s delirious moans telling her how good she was doing.

Misfit forced her tongue all the way into Cass, feeling the tight little passage dripping with juices. She made her tongue twist and spin around, wrenching cries from Cass’s parted lips as she roughly caressed the folds of Cass’s pussy. It actually felt good, having Cass’s velvety walls surrounding her tongue instead of her old familiar mouth. Misfit was fucking another woman, she was fucking with her tongue.

“That’s it!” came sudden encouragement from Steph. “You’re doing good… keep it up! Let her have all of your tongue!”

Cass’s pussy pressed down more firmly against her, rutting against her face with all of Cass’s weight. Misfit valiantly tried to keep licking her cunt. Eating Cass out was giving her as much excitement as Cass was getting from receiving it. 

Misfit licked from the bottom of Cass’s slit to the top, making sure to lavish her tongue over each and every wiggle of Cass’s delicate lips. Then she moved inward to suck on the scalloped inner edges, giving them special attention. She knew how hot and quivery she herself got when a boy ran his tongue along those intimate parts, so with Cass, she kissed them like she was in love.

 Then she rammed her tongue back inside of Cass, noticing less tightness now—Cass’s womanhood was opening up for her like a flower in bloom. She rammed her tongue in and out as if using it as a dildo and a tremor went through her own cunt as she wondered what that would be like; using a dildo on someone. Making them come like a boy would…

Suddenly Cass was shrieking, thrashing around on top of Misfit’s face. Misfit could barely keep her tongue together with Cass’s flowing pussy. Then Cass disappeared from her face—no more softness, no more warmth, no more wetness, just empty air letting her know how wet Cass had left her face. She felt cool air hit the juices running down her jaw. Cass hadn’t just come; she had squirted.

“Okay, good, you know how to use your tongue,” Steph commented acidly. “But I’m better at it. When I make Cass come, it’s like sitting in the splash zone at Sea World.”

“Go on… Steph… let her… make you come…” Cass encouraged. “She wants you to…”

“Well, shyeah,” Steph agreed. “Who wouldn’t?”

She undressed Misfit with ease, as the redhead wasn’t wearing a real costume, but street clothes with a mask and a bad cape. Not even a real color scheme. Naked, she looked better. She had jutting hipbones, a flat stomach, and long, limber legs. She might actually have been a bit taller than Steph if she didn’t crouch so much, trying to look mysterious and intimidating…

Steph stripped herself, simply lowering her pants but leaving on her boots as she moved up to straddle Misfit’s cleavage. As much as she loved Cass, she had to admit that the girl didn’t have much in the boob department. Misfit, on the other hand, had a real nice pair, even if they were pale and covered in freckles, which Steph was sure guys hated. It’s called tanning, dumbass.

She lowered her pussy down firmly over the nipple of Misfit’s right breast. “Oh yes…” She couldn’t do that with Cass.

Misfit watched, fascinated—did all lesbians do this or was it a fetish?—as Steph opened her labia enough to take in first the nipple, then the areola, then the entire tip of her breast. Moaning, Steph worked herself lewdly back and forth, humping herself against Misfit’s penetrating tit.

Misfit didn’t know what she was feeling. It was all confusing and contradictory. She knew she liked feeling the moist lips of Steph’s cunt flexing around her engorged nipple like some warm, sucking mouth. But then it was so kinky that she didn’t see how she could possibly be aroused by it.

And then she was aroused.

It made her feel like she was doing something truly perverse, something she really shouldn’t be enjoying. But she kept doing it, kept enjoying it, as Steph’s blonde fur stroked the tender skin of her breasts and the pink lips of her pussy lewdly kissed the slope of Misfit’s teat. She could feel throbs going through Steph’s cunt as she rocked against her chest, like Steph was hungry for more.

And what she felt was nothing compared to what Steph was getting out of it: “God, I can’t believe it! I’m fucking her boob! And it’s heaving! I can feel how hard she’s breathing! She’s fucking enjoying this, Cass! Get up here! Fuck her other one!”

Misfit didn’t see Cass shake her head, but the prospect still excited her. She breathed harder, her breasts rising and falling faster, just as Steph had said. She didn’t realize that she was moving to meet Steph’s thrusts just as Steph was stroking herself against Misfit’s breast. But she knew that she was enjoying it more and more. Enjoying being used, enjoying being desired, enjoying being part of Steph and Cass’s alternate lifestyle…

The feel of Steph’s softness somehow getting firmer and firmer all around her delicate nipple sent electricity throughout her chest, through every heaving muscle. Misfit felt her cunt watering, tightening. She was both excited and humiliated to be turned on by this. And the more she was aroused, the more depraved it all felt. She was enjoying this as much as any normal sex she’d ever had, maybe more.

She called out, “Do it, fuck yourself on my tits! It… it’s so good! I can hardly stand it, it’s so fucking good!”

Ironically, Steph didn’t hear her, even as she fucked Misfit’s breasts as enthusiastically as the redhead could’ve asked for. She was lost in a nirvana of orgasm, brought off by sublimating her frustration with Misfit into sheer rutting enjoyment. It had been a real good idea on Cass’s part.

When she slumped off of Misfit, the redhead’s breasts were completely drenched. They seemed to glow with their own inner light as they reflected the room’s lighting. Misfit looked down and felt her pussy throb in insane lust to see her tits gleaming with the sinful evidence of how she and Steph had enjoyed themselves.

She quickly skinned her pants off her lower body. “Fuck me! Both of you! Fuck me like you fuck each other!”