0 comments/ 28690 views/ 1 favorites Injury By: matthew1954a Simone examined Brian. Inspected him. Most parts of him. His arms. His legs. His face. His chest. She decided that he needed a new bandage on his leg. She unpeeled the old bandage and carted it away. She took the funky, used cotton out and tossed it in the trash. Then she went into the bathroom. She carefully washed her hands. Simone cleaned Brian's leg wound with "ouchless" antiseptic. Then she pressed a sterile pad against the place the railing hit. She wrapped the leg with bandage. She taped the bandage nice and tight. Simone leaned over Brian. Her property. Her slave. Her most treasured piece of property. Her treasured little slave. But her property had a fever. Drops had gathered on his brow. She soaked a terry cloth and wiped the fever-sweat away. She kissed her property and slave. Simone met Brian's gaze. Simone had eyes like the sky. "You be OK. You'll be fine. Just relax. Just relax." She wiped his chin. She wiped his brows. She made his lashes gently gleam. They were asphalt after rain fall. Simone said, "Go to sleep." Her slave obeyed. ***** Brian woke in quiet darkness. But he was not there alone. Simone clicked the bedroom light on. He blinked. A private sun. Simone reached out and felt her slave. His temperature this time. Her palm resting on his forehead, she asked Brian how he felt. "Better. Much better. A whole lot better." "Good. Your fever's had it, I think." Then Simone asked Brian if he needed to go. He said he did. "OK, stand up. Grab my arm. Lean on me. Just lean on me." Simone and her man stood on tile out of ice, more than half a mile above a swaying, pale toilet. Simone held Brian like a squirt gun. "You won't even have to wash your hands", observed Simone. But she had to. Then Simone renewed the bandages. Then asked Brian, "Are you hungry?" "Famished." "Up for soup?" Brian grinned. "I am up for the ass out of a dead rhinoceros." "Copy that", Simone said. Fifteen minutes went by. Went by. Went by. Simone returned with a plastic tray. A plastic tray and a steaming bowl. A steaming bowl of - of course - chicken soup. "It is", she remarked, "a stereotype that comes in a can." Simone set the tray down. And in notably casual tones announced, "Oh, by the way, I am going to feed you." "Scoot up", she said. Brian scooted up. Being careful to spare Brian her weight - normally a diamond gift - Simone climbed in bed. Loomed over Brian. She retrieved the plastic tray. Brian liked the steam that rose. He moved. "NO!" "Hands at your side! You just sit there. Just be fed. Let the spoon go into you. Into. So to speak. Penetrate a bodily opening." Brian echoed, "So to speak." At first the soup was way too hot. Way, way, way, way too hot. Simone blew over it. She blew on the spoon in the middle of the air. Now and then she paused a bit. She took a paper towel. She wiped Brian's mouth and hairy chin. Her baby had a beard. The soup had lots and lots and lots of bits. "Thank you." Brian said. "That hit the spot." A few seconds later, "You are not bad at hitting the spot." When the soup was all eaten, Simone put the tray aside. She looked into Brian's eyes. She said, "Get back down." He got back down. Haltingly and quietly, Brian thanked Simone. He was grateful. He was grateful. for the love and loving care. He had learned. He had learned that she would always - she would always - know his need. And she'd protect him. She'd watch over him. She had proved that he was hers. This made him feel comfortable. Made him feel safe. It made him feel that finally he was home. Brian added parenthetically that when Simone needed someone, that someone would be him. If she allowed. ***** As the days rolled on by, Brian's wounds healed nicely. The cotton shrank away and Brian got a trifle bored. He got tired of lying around and lying around and lying around. Lying around and doing nothing. Lying around and doing zilch. A lot of reading. A lot of sleeping. A little swaying over the toilet. He felt tired and also guilty. So one fine day, Brian begged to help Simone. "Can I please help? Please?" Simone was cooking dinner. She muttered something about they'd see. A few minutes trickled by. A few minutes trickled. Simone entered. Looked at Brian. She looked quietly and calmly and assessingly at Brian. Then she said in an offset voice, a light and sort of acting voice, "So you're sick and tired of being served by your domme. Jeez. Being waited on and waited on, hand and foot, foot and hand, by your sovereign queen. Please no more!" "That's it exactly." "OK. Alright. The bitch from hell now rides into town. You will make the salad or suffer the consequences." "Anything you say." "You are learning." Now the days hurried by. Brian's life now had a core: housework for Simone. Doing things at her command. He was living for her will. Simone had Brian do the dishes. He did the dishes and she watched. She watched Brian just in case and just to see his giving in. Then Simone had Brian help her. Help mainly when she cooked. He chopped and stirred and lifted stuff. And she watched him giving in. She liked to see him giving in. Then Simone ordered Brian to perform certain tasks - clean-up this, clean-up that - while she was off at work. And when Simone got home, she would check on Brian's work. Is this truly spotless? Is that part OK? And if Brian had did it right - and he usually did it right - Simone would let him bow to her. Kneel to her and bow. He would kneel by Simone. Her knight. He even had a lance. Simone would put a hand out to him. Her hand would rest on Brian's head. Simone would tell Brian to close his eyes. "And do not take a breath". Without the echo of a whisper of a thought, he would obey. Brian would obey her. Brian would obey. Then Simone would make a shower out of good and gentle words and drown her slave. Drown her slave. He would be helpless in the rain. And one day the gentle words contained a question. Simple question. Simone asked Brian if he knew what they were doing. "Playing 24/7. We're taking a 24/7 vacation." He hesitated here. "In a coupla weeks I'll be back online." He paused again. "Is two weeks too much? I can only handle monotone for so long anyway. And I am not trying to be your job." Simone nodded a vigorous "no". "Two weeks is fine. And I think you ARE one of my jobs. But 24/7 has to be temporary. I just wanted to make sure that you understood that." Simone took a long pause here and quietly went on, "24/7 sounds kinda neat. But life is not about getting off. " Brian agreed. Simone then said, in a rough and fervent voice, "But for now you are merely an extension of my will. You are because I think so." A pause. "Kiss my instep! Lick for your life!" Her slave obeyed. ***** The bandages had disappeared. Completely disappeared. Brian was a week or so from going back to work. He wondered when Simone would make him hurt and hurt for her. Kinda wondered. Curiosity. But not idle curiosity. "Brian!" Simone was just standing there. All innocence and smiles. She had a ribbon in her hair. She held her hands - and something else also - behind her. Brian said, "I'd ask you what you're holding behind your back, but I'm afraid I'll eventually find out." "A justifiable trepidation, I happen to believe." Simone wore an evil grin. Simone's eyes were sparkling. There is not a great deal Brian would not do to make Simone's eyes sparkle. Simone turned serious. "If you feel weak or dizzy, like you're about to pass out or anything like that, then tell me. If you let me really hurt you, I'll have the guilts for... I don't know how long. And you'll get the prize for shittest slave. The safeword is for MY safety." Simone took a crop from behind her back. Just a regular, ordinary riding crop. A wee on the small side, perhaps. Perhaps. Brian stared and stared and stared and stared at the riding crop. Simone noted Brian's noting and said happily, "Get a good look." Simone peeled the covers off. "What is that bulge? Curious minds... well one curious mind... ." The crop struck the mattress. "Underwear off!" Hurriedly, Brian took his underwear off. "Put it on the floor." Brian put it on the floor. Simone studied Brian. She held the riding crop aloft. The crop had a small leather leaf at its tip. "Spread your legs. Open up. Open up for me." Her voice darkened. "Open for my whip." Clumsily, but earnestly, Brian spread his legs. The whip landed on Brian's left thigh. It bounced between his thighs. "Wider! Wider! Grab your ankles. " Simone said. "Its nineteen fifty and you're pregnant! You are in the stirrups and I am in the saddle. Wider!" Brian stained like a human rack to pull his legs ever further apart. Even further apart for Simone. For Simone. But he was afraid. He farted. "What?" Simone started laughing. A helpless domme. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean. I am very sorry. It just happened." "I don't believe... . You should be sorry. It did just happen. That is disgusting! You know, I was gonna let you off easy. I was gonna wave the whip around, growl a few times, scare the crap out of you ... but not literally. And you cut a fart! Dam! Plan B. Scrotal chastisement is now required. " Simone hit Brian's right thigh. She hit with all her might. "SPREAD 'EM DAMMIT!" Brian gulped and Simone leaned over him. She did her Carly Simon imitation. "Antici-pa-a-tion." Brian's eyes got bigger. He looked like that guy on Monty Python. Simone moved in front on him. Brian' eyes followed her. She tapped her slave's scrotum with the leaf of her riding crop. She held the leaf under her slave's family jewels. A couple of hairy objects on a dark but shiny, disciplinary spatula. Simone declared that she was ready to begin. She began. The first blow of the whip made Brian hiss aloud. But he pulled on his ankles to show Simone he was hers. The second blow of the whip made Brian close his eyes and press his mouth firmly shut. He pulled on his ankles even more. Simone put the whip down. "Question, Brian." "Why are you letting me hit you in the nuts with a riding crop?" Simone studied Brian. Her expression said, 'This had better be real good.' Brian's problem was an embarrassment of riches . There were so many real good - or at least real true - possible answers. For instance he could have said 'Because I love you.' That would certainly have been true. And a big enough truth. He would hardly just lie there, legs a nightmare and a half apart, unless... . But it did seem a tad light on the details. Then he considered, 'Because your joy means more to me than my pain.' Brian kinda liked that. It sounded nice and romantic. He could picture Simone getting hot over that. But he did see a down side. He could also picture Simone getting pissed. Some artfully crude and sarcastic verbiage about his impending canonization. In the end he went with, "Because your joy gives me more pleasure than the whip gives pain." Simone started crying. Copyright 2003 All Rights Reserved I welcome feedback. Injustice One of the first accomplishments of feminism in the mid-20th century was the legalization of female birth control. It was to open the world of free sex to the female population. No longer would be live in fear of pregnancy. No longer were the constraints of the "rhythm method" or other forms of "natural" birth control methods a problem; we could now pop a pill and be free to sleep around throughout our 28-day cycle. When I first became sexually active, I went on the Pill. Everyday at 7pm I would open a small pink case and swallow a small blue pill. Regardless of the fact that my partner and I always used condoms as a form of contraception, I felt that birth control would be a good idea. However, within a few short weeks of starting on the Pill, I began to get very sick. My stomach was not pleased with me, and I was cramping abnormally. My body, much like my mother's body had done when she was on the Pill, was suffering some of the more severe side affects of the hormones, and I was advised to stop taking it. The problem was, my partner refused to have it. "You can't stop taking the birth control," he demanded. "If you get pregnant, it isn't going to be my fault." The blame would be all mine. So this was the first encounter with the patriarchy that birth control has undergone. It was no longer a way for me, a woman, to control my sexuality, but had instead become a way to remove all reproductive responsibility from my partner. I soon separated from this boy, and began dating another. Our sex life was exciting and we engaged in relations daily for over a year. Our only form of contraception was condoms, and used the calendar form of natural family planning, a charted form of birth control. I felt completely comfortable in our cooperative responsibility. I was responsible for charting myself, he checked the cervical fluid, I took my temperature, and we both bought the condoms. When our relationship ended, I did not go looking for another partner. However, I had the assumption that birth control in relationships would be this egalitarian. I expected that I would continue to do my part at charting my fertile and non-fertile days, and he would continue to use condoms every time. Then I got a "wake-up call." Now, I am about to subject you to a very personal and uncomfortable part of my life, but it makes directly the point of this thesis. So I had been seeing this "gentleman" for approximately a two weeks. Now, I had been celibate for many months, and was quite attracted to this boy. He had brought me over homemade soup when I was ill, and helped me clean the snow off my car during a parking ban. He had scored many politeness points with me, and I agreed to spend the night with him after a few dates. It started weird. His room was oddly designed with a high loft of a bed. Things moved quickly, and we proceeded to begin having intercourse. I was very adamant from the beginning that he had to wear a condom, or I would leave, and he proceeded to wear one. The sex was the worst sex of my life. He was slightly violent and pushy. I was very uncomfortable and regretting my choice to sleep with him, and when he stopped, I thanked the Lord it was over. We proceeded to lay in bed and fall asleep. Not much later from the moment I had dozed off, I awoke to him entering into me. I was so shocked, laying on my stomach as he lifted me so that he could penetrate. I didn't know what to do. My whole life, everyone from my mother to my teacher's had prepared me for this moment. "Remember to butt his nose and knee his groin," I heard my mother saying in my head. But I was in no position to do so. I was pinned on a lofted bed 10 feet above the floor. When it was over, he rolled over next to me and smiled. "Where's the condom," I asked, knowing something was up, other than the fact he just assulted me in his own apartment. "Umm, didn't you feel me make a mess inside you?" he said with a grin. I immediately began to shoot tears, trying to hide them as best as possible. Those words killed me. I immediately cringed. How could anyone be so disgusting? This was certainly not the man I had met just two weeks ago. I wanted to run, but his body blocked the stairs to get down from the bed. As I write this, I can remember how sick to my stomach I was, and how much I wanted my mother, and I wanted someone to rescue me. It was weird how someone so strong, turned so weak at that moment. "You are on birth control, right?" he asked, definitely expecting me to say yes. "No, I am not on fucking birth control!" I yelled back at him, turning over. He was quiet for a minute and then replied with strict confidence, "Oh, don't worry, when this happened with my ex we just went to Planned Parenthood and got EC. I will take you in the morning." My whole life I have stood up for pro-choice campaigns. Birth control, abortion, emergency contraception, and even the RU-486. Never in that entire time did I ever think it would be a man who forced to take part in any of these methods. Never in my life had I wanted, or planned on having to take the morning after pill, or worry about having to have an abortion. Before he laid back down, with my head hidden in a tears-stained pillow he remarked, "You know, I would make a really great dad." I started to cry even harder. That morning, as I walked into Planned Parenthood on Forest Avenue for the first time in my life, I had to pick up a phone. The woman asked me, "What can we do for you?" I stuttered for a few seconds and replied, "I think I need EC." The door unlocked. As I filled out the questionnaire, I grew more nervous. With my ex-partner, we had practiced natural family planning, and by a quick calendar count, I realized that I had been accosted during a fertile day. My heart dropped. "I could be pregnant," I thought. The EC made my stomach cramp and my head pound, like the nurse had told me it would. I withered in severe pain, one from my bruised vagina, and the other from the foreign drugs in my system. I cried for days, never telling anyone what had happened. People would be so ashamed, I thought. Everyone expects me to be the strong one. It started weird. His room was oddly designed with a high loft of a bed. Things moved quickly, and we proceeded to begin having intercourse. I was very adamant from the beginning that he had to wear a condom, or I would leave, and he proceeded to wear one. The sex was the worst sex of my life. He was slightly violent and pushy. I was very uncomfortable and regretting my choice to sleep with him, and when he stopped, I thanked the Lord it was over. We proceeded to lay in bed and fall asleep. Not much later from the moment I had dozed off, I awoke to him entering into me. I was so shocked, laying on my stomach as he lifted me so that he could penetrate. I didn't know what to do. My whole life, everyone from my mother to my teacher's had prepared me for this moment. "Remember to butt his nose and knee his groin," I heard my mother saying in my head. But I was in no position to do so. I was pinned on a lofted bed 10 feet above the floor. When it was over, he rolled over next to me and smiled. "Where's the condom," I asked, knowing something was up, other than the fact he just assulted me in his own apartment. "Umm, didn't you feel me make a mess inside you?" he said with a grin. I immediately began to shoot tears, trying to hide them as best as possible. Those words killed me. I immediately cringed. How could anyone be so disgusting? This was certainly not the man I had met just two weeks ago. I wanted to run, but his body blocked the stairs to get down from the bed. As I write this, I can remember how sick to my stomach I was, and how much I wanted my mother, and I wanted someone to rescue me. It was weird how someone so strong, turned so weak at that moment. "You are on birth control, right?" he asked, definitely expecting me to say yes. "No, I am not on fucking birth control!" I yelled back at him, turning over. He was quiet for a minute and then replied with strict confidence, "Oh, don't worry, when this happened with my ex we just went to Planned Parenthood and got EC. I will take you in the morning." My whole life I have stood up for pro-choice campaigns. Birth control, abortion, emergency contraception, and even the RU-486. Never in that entire time did I ever think it would be a man who forced to take part in any of these methods. Never in my life had I wanted, or planned on having to take the morning after pill, or worry about having to have an abortion. Before he laid back down, with my head hidden in a tears-stained pillow he remarked, "You know, I would make a really great dad." I started to cry even harder. That morning, as I walked into Planned Parenthood on Forest Avenue for the first time in my life, I had to pick up a phone. The woman asked me, "What can we do for you?" I stuttered for a few seconds and replied, "I think I need EC." The door unlocked. As I filled out the questionnaire, I grew more nervous. With my ex-partner, we had practiced natural family planning, and by a quick calendar count, I realized that I had been accosted during a fertile day. My heart dropped. "I could be pregnant," I thought. The EC made my stomach cramp and my head pound, like the nurse had told me it would. I withered in severe pain, one from my bruised vagina, and the other from the foreign drugs in my system. I cried for days, never telling anyone what had happened. People would be so ashamed, I thought. Everyone expects me to be the strong one. I never spoke to him again, but the fear continued to stay in my mind. "I can't not be on birth control," I told myself. "You never know if this could happen again." So I made an appointment for birth control. I approached the practitioner with all my concerns and worries of the Pill, and she suggested I take Depo Provera. It was more than evident that this woman was a champion for the shot, which is better described here if you know little or nothing about it. I knew my sister had been on Depo for almost a year, and she had had only minor side effects. The list the woman gave me was horrible. Loss of libido, extreme weight gain, loss of bone density, vaginal pain during sex, loss of lubrication, severe depression and mood swings, abnormal hair growth...the list went on. After she shoved the needle in my arm she remarked, "Now you don't have to worry for 3 whole months!" My stomach churned again. In the weeks, and now months, that have followed that day, I have suffered some major side-effects, including the inability to orgasm, moody swings, night sweats and hot flashes, abnormal bleeding, and loss of natural lubrication. I became angry that I had this inside me, and began to do more research. Hundreds upon hundreds of sites were dedicated to women who had suffered severities related to the Depo Provera shot. I soon learned it was believed to have caused infertility in test subjects, and was also the same drug given to rapists as a form of "chemical castration." How ironic. Not only had birth control stolen my ability to find sexual pleasure, but it may have also stolen my ability to have children. In a time when I was finally getting excited about someday being someone's wife and mother, this was even harder to accept. "Depo is the best thing to ever happen to men," a male friend said to me when I told him about my problem. He was absolutely right. The drug not only took all contraceptive responsibility away from the man, but like female genital mutilation, took away a woman's right to pleasure and most of all, her health. Depo was the greatest threat to the feminist sexual movement. Knowing it will be in my body for almost a whole other month, makes me very frustrated. I feel that in this day and age, that female, chemical birth control becomes more and more a way for men to control women. When men ask, "Are you on the Pill?" to my girlfriends or I, I can't help but get enraged. The worst part, is when I tell other women at events such as "Take Back the Night," this story they always victimize me. They always place me in a position of being victimized. I always tell them, "I am not so mad about the assault, as I am about the event forced me to go to Planned Parenthood, having to take EC, having to worry about whether I was going to need an abortion, having to spend $20 on a pregnancy test. That is what makes me angry." The whole idea that it is social unacceptable to have children out of wedlock, the shame that comes with being a survivor of rape, the force to abort products of rape, but remain quiet about the assault...that is what makes me angry. The fact that I technically lost all control of my sexuality during and following the event, that is what makes me just plain disgusted. Birth control was distributed and proclaimed by feminist groups as a way of women to lead healthy, sexual lives. A way for women to become equal with their male sexual counterparts. A way for them to take back their sexuality. Current male responses to birth control, and lack of responsibility in child rearing, has torn this power away. Birth control is nothing more than a patriarchical devise, and that sickens me. Injustice League "Yo Wonderbabe...how 'bout a quickie?" the Flashy dude asks as he presents a dozen black roses he snagged 5 minutes ago from some field out in Holland. The Wonderbabe looks at the speedster in disbelief "Sorry Flashy my man...us Amazons crave the womanly touch. Right Hawk sister...?" Wonderbabe responds as she plants a wet kiss to her lady friend emerging from their joint bedroom. "No doubt 'bout it W'...especially when you tie me up with that rope of yours and make me tell you the truth of all my lesbian fantasies. Just gets me hot..." Hawkbabe explains as she pulls Wonderbabe back inside for yet another round of fun. Suddenly the wind picks up inside the Injustice League building as someone new flies into the mix. "So Flashy...I hear you are looking for a quickie?" asks the man of steel balls. "No Sups'...my sperm is loaded with Kryptonite anyways..." Flashy responds with his patented smirk. "Are you sure? I mean with a metal incased condom I should be ok." Supersperman says with a lick of his lips. "Think I'll pass on that Sups'..." Flashy counters as he looks for a quick exit just in case. At that precise moment a green light emerges from Supersperman's bedroom. "Hey guys...what's up?" the green one says as he polishes off his ring. Supersperman immediately flies over to see his partner and tells him "I'm surprised to see you out of bed so early Greeny...." "Well Spermypoo my ass is a bit sore...and next time stop pulling my hair while I'm eating you out...One Sex Luther's enough..." Greeny tells Supersperman as all is forgiven with a deep throat kiss. As the guys make-out Flashy hears someone from behind. "Hey guys...what's happening?" says an invincible voice that slowly materializes. "Oh it's you Martian Manheader...Look dude I know you can go transparent and all...but must you always show up when I'm taking a shower?" Flashy says in a rather loud tone as the Martian Manheader backs down. "Sorry if I offended you Mr. Flashy...it's just my native Martian tradition..." the Martian Manheader responds as he puts his hands in his pants and starts to jerk off. "Flashy...why don't you apologize for insulting MMs culture...?" Supersperman says he gets in Flashy's face. The Flash man doesn't back down. "The dude's planet is dead. Why should I apologize?" Flashy says as the anger begins to boil. Supersperman looks over at Greeny blows an air kiss and turns back to Flashy "Because in the Injustice League we can't stand for this type of bickering. We need to be united." Flashy sticks his finger in his mouth and makes some gagging sounds to which everybody around him has a dead-pan serious look "Well I'm thinking of splitting. The Batdude was right. You guys are all gay and no fun to hang around with. No wonder he only comes to bail you out when you are in trouble." The Hawkbabe has since emerged wearing her dominatrix outfit and decides to confront Flashy "Well come to think of it...maybe you should leave Flashy. I mean us warriors know it would only take a gay man to go around in tights all day long." "Well I'm not gay..." Flashy offers in anger. The Wonderbabe steps into the fray "Come on Flashy...I mean even the few times I slept with you, it seemed you would finish way before me. I'd definitely give you the award for the worst lay I've had." "That's 'cause I'm the Flashy Wonderbaby. I do my business only quick and you're a lesbian anyways." Flashy says as he faces the women down. "No I am bisexual" the Wonderbabe explains "An equal opportunity fuck." Flashy decides to leave when he sees Supersperman step in his path "I think it's time you accepted the fact that you are living in the closet Flashy..." Flashy screams back "No way! You are freekin' nuts!" "Did someone just touch my ass?" Supersperman offers up looking around surprised. Suddenly all eyes are on Flashy. "No Supersperman I didn't..." Greeny says as he tries to contain himself from laughing. "And it couldn't have been any of us girls as we've had our fingers down on each other." Wonderbabe offers as she goes back to kissing Hawkbabe. Flashy figures things out "Well then it must have been the Martian dude who got you Sups'..." The Martian Manheader in true Vulcan-like form counters "'fraid not Flashy. I was busy in deep medication communicating with people from my home planet." Supersperman's eyes turn red as he towers over Flashy "So it was YOU Flashy! "What?" Flashy says in shock. Supersperman grabs Flashy around the wrist "It was you who in a blink of an eye went for a Supersperman ass feel...ADMIT IT!" Flashy tries to get free from Supersperman's iron grip "No way...I been right here talking with you..." Supersperman does not back down "Yeah...but you do move faster then anybody else. True?" Flashy argues his point "Yeah...so...?" "So it must have been you..." Supersperman says as his red eyes are staring at Flashy's pants. Flashy sees Supersperman lick his lips "No it wasn't...Listen...I don't like your tone Sups'...and hey...what's the Martian dude doing communicating with dead people for anyways?" "Once again you've gone and insulted his culture..." Supersperman responds as he looks over at his close friend Greeny "Landturd...now!" "Right Supersperman..." Greeny responds as a ray of green light forms a clamp around Flashy. Flashy sees the jig is up and knows escape is the only option "Hey what gives Green? Get this light off me..." "Hold him tight Green..." Supersperman tells him "Let's bring Flashy out of the closet..." Flashy tries to wiggle free "Get away from me you homos..." Supersperman has got Flashy right where he likes it "Well I'm about to go homicidal on your butt Flashy..." Suddenly the lights go off in the Injustice Building as all the superheroes look around. "Hey who turned off the light?" Greeny looks around. "Wo...something just buzzed my ear..." Supersperman says as something impales itself next to him. "What is it?" Wonderbabe asks. "Looks like some Bat..." Supersperman says as he breaks it between his hands. A voice from above breaks through the darkness "It is a Bat...Now stay away from Flashy Supersperman..." Though dark Supersperman addresses the loner Injustice League member "Listen Batdude...Flashy here needs to be taught a lesson..." The Batdude disagrees "Well Supersperman this Kryptonite in my hand suggests that you are not going to do anything with the Flashy..." A piece of green stone lands at Supersperman's feet. "Oh I feel so weak..." Supersperman says as he collapses. The Injustice League members back down as the shadow of the Batdude grows larger "And I suggest then none of you try anything on Flashy..." Greeny knows not to mess with Batdude "Ok Batdude you win" he says. Flashy feels relieved at last "Thanks Batdude...I knew you'd come through for me...tell this Landturd guy to turn down his tractor grip on me...Batdude?" The Batdude moves closer "I'll take care of that in a second my good friend..." Flashy watches as the other superheroes stay back "Well I knew I could depend upon...hey what's that I feel on my ass?" The Batdude whispers in Flashy's ear "Flashy?" Flashy now sees the other superheroes smile "What Batdude?" The Batdude says "Happy Birthday" To which Flashy can only respond with "Arggggggggggggggggggggggggg!!!"