Power Girl's Boy Toy update

Dick Grayson had thought no one could hack their way into Oracle’s comms, but that was before he heard a voice he didn’t recognize—with a slight but discernible Japanese accent—break into the signal. “Listen to me, they’re sexbots, okay? The Amazas still have active sexbot programming. If you fuck them, they’ll shut down!”

Dick stared at the Amaza acting as a walking, talking wrecking ball on the offices of the Gotham Gazette. Thankfully she was distracted by causing property damage while everyone in the vicinity had fled. 

He had to be getting blasé. Seeing the scantily clad robot, he hadn’t even thought she was a sexbot, although there was an obvious symmetry to it. He guess he’d just spent so much time among Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, and Catwoman—not to mention Kory, Raven, and Donna—that his subconscious had started to assume women simply dressed like that.

Kory was with him, ‘working on their relationship’ by accompanying him on his patrol. (In Dick’s experience, little seemed to improve their relationship like Kory spending prolonged periods gazing at him in costume.) Just before she’d tried her luck going toe to toe with the Amaza—and Dick loved her, but she was not a Justice League killer—the call came in. Kory heard it as well as he did.

“Well, that makes sense,” Kory said. “I mean, look at her. No one would build a robot like that and forget to give her a vagina. Anyone with that many issues would probably build a very different looking creation to begin with.”

Dick glanced at her. Kory was reacting with both mature bemusement and little-girl enchantment, which was something like her natural state—resting awe and wonder face. Only Kory was too idiosyncratic, too zealous in all her feelings, to have anything like a neutral expression at all. It was amazing that on someone with such a preposterously attributed body, her face, her eyes, her ever-shifting expressions were nevertheless the most intriguing part of her.

“You don’t mind me having sex with that thing?” Dick asked, giving his breath a quick check. “I mean, it seems a safer bet than throwing a Batarang at it… her…”

“And whoever said you would have sex with her?” Kory asked. She regarded the Amaza like a general plotting out a plan of attack, even while her all-green eyes were glowing with thoughts of seduction. “It’s wondrous how the universe’s many stories dovetail. Her inventor makes her as beautiful as any statue ever sculpted, which makes the prospect of having sex with her quite attractive, and that is the key to defeating her. It all lines up so nicely. I’d hate to have intercourse with Brainiac or an ugly old Manhunter.”

“So what you’re saying is, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth?”

Kory fixed him with a look. “I like horses well enough, but I wouldn’t want to have intercourse with one either. I don’t think they’d be very tender.”

Dick heaved a sigh and returned his attention to Amaza, who was still punching down walls and stomping holes in the floor. “So how do you want to do this?”

“Me? I’m not the one with a harem—” Kory teased, always amused by how, despite Dick’s comparatively conservative dress and demeanor, he’d had far more liaisons in the time they’d known each other.

“No, you’re the one who shoved her tongue down my throat the first time we met and it still took me over a year to seal the deal.”

Kory set her hands on her hips. “Which one of us does that reflect poorly on?”

“Forget it. Anyway, I guess neither one of us has much experience with machines. Robots,” Dick quickly amended himself when Kory opened her mouth to contradict him. 

“I’ve had a few run-ins with Hourman. Very logical, very literal. If this Amaza is anything like him, it’s best to go with the direct approach.” Kory noticed Dick looking at her. “What?”

“Hourman?”

“We were just friends,” Kory protested. “Although he was quite polite—more considerate than many. A little tempting to see if he could live up to his name, I suppose…”

Dick rolled his eyes. “Direct approach,” he mused. “I suppose I could lay a liplock on her, but if she has eye lasers, that could get awkward.”

Kory sighed. “Men. Always thinking directness should border on aggression. There is such a thing as temptation, you know.”

“Well, are we tempting her or are we propositioning her?”

“Both,” Kory said. She wrapped an arm around Dick. “Just follow my lead. If this looks as hot to her as it does in my head, we should have no problem.”

***

Amaza had registered Dick and Kory’s presence on the adjoining building, but since they hadn’t interfered with her objective, she had ignored them. Now they were in position to interfere, even if they hadn’t yet. Her internal systems ran simulations on how best to neutralize them… only to get full sensory data on Kory’s movements as she began to sway, shifting the intricate array of straps that held her body so that she was barer and barer with each passing moment, each step of her dance.

Dick couldn’t look away as he saw Kory’s flesh emerge out of hiding, even though he was trying to keep an eye on Amaza for any hostile moves. No matter how much skin Kory’s costume bared, there was still a quantum leap between her semi-clothed and her fully nude. He’d prefer Kory in that costume to any number of naked women, and if Kory out of her costume was an improvement on that…

Kory noticed his nervous interest as she kicked away her boots. “Nightwing,” she cooed, charmed, “how many times now have you seen me naked? And still you look at me like I might be concealing a knife. Scared and eager both…”

“Slightly different circumstances than usual,” Dick noted laconically.

“Yes indeed. It’s so exciting to try new things, isn’t it?” Kory enthused.