(General P.O.V)

Across Batman's room, Barbara Gordon aka the Batgirl, was fuming in anger while staring at the iPad screen lying on her lap.

She swiped through the images displayed, in horror. The screen showed the aftermath of the fire in Dr.Leslie's clinic.

Over half of the building was unsalvageble by the time the Fire trucks arrived.

Despite the clinic housing the barest minimum for professional health care, the medical equipment that had been destroyed due to Maestro, was by no means cheap.

"That bastard...stabbed me and then destroyed Dr. Leslie's clinic."

Batgirl snarled.

"I won't forgive him. It's his fault I wasn't there to help Bruce when he needed me."

The I-pad screen cracked due to how hard she holding it. Commissioner Gordon, her father, sighed.

"Barbara please. Take it easy. Your stitches will come off if you strain yourself too much."

Batgirl unfortunately was too lost in her anger to properly listen.

"Okay. I'm taking this back."

He gently pried the device out of her hands.

"Clearly it was a mistake to show you those images so soon. It's only been 2 weeks. I should have held onto them until you were properly healed."

Barbara allowed it. She wasn't fully recovered and just like her dad said, she could undo her stitches if she wasn't careful.

Barbara weakly laid back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The steady drone of the life monitor was a distant symphony in the background, as she sank into her thoughts.

"Maestro."

She uttered his name hatefully.

"I'll make you pay."

She promised, a hard glint in her eyes.

(Holl's P.O.V)

(A Penthouse In Metropolis)

"Achooo!"

That sneeze came out of nowhere. Must be a cutie somewhere talking about me.

Then again, there were cuties here too.

Or rather instead of calling them cute, they would be better described as mature women. Women with the right shape and size.

I like a girl with a big ass and an even bigger attitude. Something a certain blonde haired bodyguard had in spades.

"Ugh, you're thinking disgusting thoughts again, aren't you?"

One of my pets, Livewire commented, hovering above me.

She was holding a tray with an half empty bottle of wine in a bucket of ice. Good stuff too, trust me, I could vouch for it.

On the subject of treating her like a servant, well that's because she was one.

Luthor had Mercy, a cyborg assistant.

I had Livewire, a metahuman capable of channeling electric energy through her body.

Clearly the disparity in power was welcomed. The stronger my pets were the stronger I became as a result.

And the black and white waiter uniform she wore clad to her figure rather well. She didn't have Mercy's cum dump butt but she wasn't bad looking by any means.

Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.

The only thing that put me off was her died hair; which was different shades of Torquise and light green.

Of course getting her to wear said uniform had required a command through the Pet Pet collar. But all things considered, I think she was slowly warming up to our whole arrangement.

Others? Not so much. But we'll get into that later.

I didn't want to ruin my afternoon, with unpleasant thoughts.

I lowered the glasses I was wearing and followed her eye sight. The electro supervillain was staring straight at my junk.

My thoughts of Mercy and her shapely ass had the unfortunate effect of waking up Junior Holl.

Not that I was ashamed or anything.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer. Or would you rather just...touch it?"

I chuckled, enjoying the slight hatred in her eyes, following my shameless statement.

She was about to say something rude but ultimately decided against it, swallowing her words.

And that's why Livewire couldn't stand up to Mercy. The latter had fire and attitude, in comparison, Livewire had already accepted her fate of being my pet.

There was little fight in her anymore.

I leaned back onto the pool chair, tilting the glasses back onto my eyes.

A contented sigh escaped me.

To be honest, I had nothing to complain about. I had healed up (a chunk of my ear was still missing though).

And had an awesome view of Metropolis from this Penthouse that Luthor gifted me. In light of our agreement to co-operate.

It was slightly boring though, not gonna lie.

I'd been cooped up here for the last 2 weeks and excitement was severly lacking in my life.

And to think the first 3 days in DC had been so interesting and eventful.

Speaking of which, I wonder how Batgirl is doing. She certainly had that fire in her. The next time we meet, I bet we were going to have fun.

I wonder if she'll underestimate me this time.

There was also the blonde cop...I promised him retribution after all. And with the Ocean Gods as my witness, I always keep my promise.

It was just a matter of when.

The strands of my hair extended, holding out a glass to Livewire.

"If you're not going to suck me off, at least top up the glass for me."

Was I a dick? I think I was but who cares, long as I got to enjoy myself I'll be the biggest dick in history. Muhahahahaha! Okay that's enough.

With clenched jaws, my Electro pet obeyed, filling the wine glass to the halfway point. The liquid sloshed as I brought it to my lips and took a sip.

"Ahhh, that really hits the spot."

I sighed in happiness.

"I might get used to this lifestyle if I'm not too careful."

That said, I hadn't been idle those two weeks. My time had mostly been spent in the Lab with Luthor's scientists doing research on my powers.

I was put through different tests on a daily basis. For starters, they would have me enslave various animals.

And once they were under my control, the scientists would try to remove the collar.

Usually very gruesomely. The tests proved very productive as I learned more about my abilities.

One might wonder why I accepted it.

Truth is, I was curious what science would say about something like a devil fruit.

Was it a bundle of programmed energy that upon eating would awaken a specific ability in someone? Maybe.

The thing is...while we learned a lot about my limits and effects, the source of the abilities eluded us.

The speculation was that my powers were a never seen before mutation of the Metahuman gene.

There was no conclusive data to support this theory however.

Ultimately trying to decipher why my abilities worked failed. So from the start of the second week, we ultimately focused on combat and other applications.

"What's the time Pet?"

I questioned.

Livewire glanced at the watch on her wrist.

"2:50. It's almost time."

Good. I got up from the chair and stretched my body, the sound of joints popping and bones cracking was just as satisfying to hear, as it was to feel.

"Shade?"

I called out to my shadow.

"Get your ass out of here."

My shadow rippled and out of it emerged Shade, the supervillain who could create portals through shadows.

The green collar on his neck stood out like a sore thumb when paired up with the black and grey costume he favored.

"You called Master Holl?"

He bowed to me.

I like Shade. Livewire is kind of a bitch but Shade is cool. Shade is chill.

"Yeah. It's time to pay a visit to the good doctor. After that, dear old Lexxie and I will need to have a long discussion. So let's go."

I informed h, stepping onto the shadow.

"Oh and Pikachu, I almost forgot. I'll need you in the training room later. There's a new move I wanna try."

I told Livewire.

Color drained from my Pet's face as she backed away in terror.

Before I could inquire what made her so terrified, the darkness swallowed both Shade and I.

It was only for an instant. I blinked and found myself on the hall leading to Sub-level 14: The Anomaly Division of Cadmus.

Directly teleporting in was impossible as this lab housed some very important stuff.

Strange experiments, Alien artefacts, mystical and phantasmal creatures in containment fields and of course an entire section dedicated to Krypton and Superman.

That's where Lexxie kept most of his Kryptonite reserves.

"What was that about? She looked scared out of her mind at the thought of training."

I frowned, trying to understand Livewire's reaction.

"Ah, she must be nervous about fighting you, Master. You do get carried away sometimes."

Shade responded.

I stared at him in confusion.

"But it's a spar. I don't see you having a problem with it."

I pointed out.

"Oh, maybe it's different for her? You are...intense whenever you fight. Even if it's a spar, your opponent feels a real threat of death. Its like you might snap any moment."

He explained making me snort,

"Someone's awfully chatty today."

Shade immediately got on one knee.

"Apologies Master. I merely wanted to offer my insight."

"Nah, it's cool."

I waved it away.

"I allowed you guys free speech because at the end of the day, a pet that can talk is fucking hilarious!"

I couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled out of me at his dumbfounded look.

Yes. Shade. That's what you guys are to me. Just pets.

He stayed silent the rest of the way.