They slowly got up and dressed again, Sarah not even taking the time to clean herself as she loved the sensation of having his cum sloshing inside her. On Leo's side, well, Nigredo just licked himself clean, the advantages of having living clothes around you.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuck! That was amazing . . . I knew you had it in you," Sarah muttered, completely exhausted and walking with a limp toward the fire exit.
"Thanks . . . it felt amazing," Leo answered, still not believing his "luck." However, there was something missing.
He quickly closed the distance and then stole a kiss from her, shoving his tongue inside her mouth and grabbing the back of her head, pushing their lips to clash and their spit to mix for a few seconds.
The girl broke the kiss with a smile. "Finally kissing me? You fucked my pussy, my asshole, and just now you are giving me my first kiss? You are treating me like a dirty pig . . ." Sarah said and punched him on the shoulder in a playful way.
"Sorry, I got carried away . . ." Leo apologized, blushing for a moment.
The blonde shook her head. "Let's get to eat lunch. I am starving," she finally added, and then they went to get something to eat.
Thirty minutes later they were at the nearby Donal Kings of the city. Both knew that the meat of those hamburgers could survive one apocalypse or two, for better or worse.
Both were sitting in a booth on the second floor of the restaurant that was, as always, full of people. Cheap food, no matter how shitty it was, was always in high demand, especially now with all the chaos going on. They even had the news blasting on the monitors as each single hero and villain organization from both Earths were working extra hard to deal with the merge.
"So . . . what now?" Leo asked while eating a double bacon burger without anything green: no pickles, no lettuce, and well . . . mustard was yellow, so it was allowed in.
"Gonna have to leave for now. I need to do a few things before night falls and I get into my ass-kicking outfit," Sarah answered, eating from her box of chicken nuggets and after stealing Leo's fries.
He nodded. "Then I will check on Barb. I could grind some experience by sparring with her," the redhead added since from all the people that he knew, she was the first that came to mind when it was about training.
"Oh, you are getting a good grind with her," she teased with a smug smile.
"Yeah, but what if she doesn't like this whole . . . harem thing?" Leo mumbled, not sure about this whole thing. Like, Sarah was a freaky girl; Barbara was a muscle head, two different kinds of gals.
"You are thinking too much about it. You lose 100% of the shots you don't take. Just be natural with her," the blonde encouraged him and blasted two finger guns at him.
Leo chuckled. "True. I need to stop playing around," he finally said and got ready to share his true feelings with Barbara for better or worse.
Two hours passed.
Inside the basement of an abandoned factory, the low-tier villain known as Beholder had finally installed his whole setup after the previous one was destroyed during the merger. The saving grace for him was he was able to steal some nifty technology in the chaos that would help his evil plans.
The tall man dressed in robotic armor with a single red eye in the middle of his helmet that covered his face completely was wearing a yellow raincoat, something that he used to keep his more water-sensitive components dry in New York.
Beholder's affinity for esoteric technology was not the best, but at least he had it, unlike Leo. He particularly specialized in all types of different cameras and light tricks, more a strategist than a brawler. The only noticeable power this dude had was his long-range scanning system and drone network, something that was not that useful for direct combat.
He was updating the BIOS of one of his computers while looking at his laptop. Beholder's drones had spread far and wide throughout New York looking for targets, possible minions, resources he could acquire in his simple goal of total domination. "What my little eye sees . . . so many interesting new toys to play around with . . ." he muttered while rubbing the metal chin of his mask as one of his drones found something interesting.
Leo, walking down a busy street. Of course, he knew his identity; with his technology it was child's play, but attacking heroes while they were civilians was a rule that he didn't dare to break.
Beholder was a villain, not an idiot. Escalation could end really bad for him.
"Wait, that is Blackjack? I could pay him a visit," he muttered with a devilish tone and a sadistic smile under his mask. Blackjack was weak, the perfect target for him to mess around and test his new tech. He just needed to wait until he put his suit on and then make an ambush . . .
The drone noticed something, and an alert popped up on his laptop. "What is . . ." he mumbled with curiosity and then activated the different types of cameras on his device to get a better look at the inside of Leo, thinking that the boy was about to have a stroke from the signatures that the drone was getting.
Beholder almost vomited inside his mask. ("What the fuck . . . what the absolute fuck . . . .") He dropped from his chair, his laptop flying through the room as he quickly rushed to grab it again.
CRASH.
Something got into his lair.
He quickly activated all the devices in his suit, dragged each possible sliver of information from his surroundings trying to find what was wrong. X-ray, infrared, night vision, electric readings, dozens of different types of living scans that finally managed to land on the intruder that had just broken into his lab from a ceiling window.
Beholder's body froze; his eyes narrowed under his mask. "Beatdown?" He managed to say.