The condo on the outskirts of Metropolis was a fortress of sleek modernity, all glass and steel, tucked away from prying eyes. It was a safehouse, a sanctuary for Ben Brown, the scrawny 18-year-old who’d gone from high school nobody to a walking experiment overnight. Rescued from a secret facility where mad scientists had pumped him full of an experimental blue solution laced with Superman DNA, Ben was now a bundle of raw power—and uncontrollable side effects. The most embarrassing of which? Spontaneous climaxes. Yeah, not exactly the superpower he’d dreamed of.
Inside the condo, the air was thick with tension—not the sexy kind, not yet anyway. Ben’s new “family” of superheroines had taken him under their wing, a fierce quartet of protectors who doubled as his personal drill sergeants. But right now, Ben needed a break from their intensity. Slipping away from the living room where they’d been debriefing after a patrol, he muttered something about needing a snack and shuffled toward his room upstairs. His body was buzzing, a side effect of the injections, a pressure building that he couldn’t ignore any longer. He needed privacy. Now.
Locking the door behind him, Ben collapsed onto the bed, his breath ragged. “Just… get it over with,” he muttered to himself, fumbling with his jeans. The relief was necessary, clinical even, or so he told himself. But as his hand moved, the door suddenly burst open with the force of a goddamn battering ram.
“Well, well, well! What do we have here, Boy Wonder?” Harley Quinn’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and dripping with mischief. She leaned against the doorframe, her baseball bat slung over her shoulder, a wicked grin splitting her face. Her pigtails bounced as she tilted her head, taking in the scene with unabashed glee.
Ben froze, his face flaming red as he yanked a blanket over himself. “H-Harley! What the hell—don’t you knock?”
Behind Harley, three more figures loomed like goddesses carved from marble and menace. Diana, the unyielding Wonder Woman, crossed her arms, her piercing gaze pinning Ben to the bed. Nubia, her sister-in-arms, smirked with a quiet intensity, while Artemis, the fiery Amazon, let out a bark of laughter that echoed through the room.
“Knock?” Harley cackled, stepping inside as if she owned the place—which, let’s be honest, she pretty much did. “Sugar, if I knocked, I wouldn’t get to see this adorable little show. What’s the matter, Benny-boy? Super-sperm got ya all worked up again?”
“Harley, enough,” Diana snapped, though the corner of her mouth twitched with amusement. Her voice was a command, smooth as velvet but hard as steel. She stepped forward, her golden lasso glinting at her hip. “Ben, we’ve discussed this. You can’t just sneak off without telling us. We’re here to protect you, not to play hide-and-seek.”
“Yeah, kid,” Nubia added, her tone cool but laced with a teasing edge. She adjusted the bracer on her wrist, her dark eyes glinting with mirth. “Though I gotta say, you’re not exactly stealthy. We could hear you panting from the damn forest.”
Artemis snorted, pushing past Nubia to lean against the wall, her bow slung across her back. “Pathetic. If you’re gonna relieve some tension, at least learn to lock a door properly. Or, I don’t know, wait until we’re not ten feet away? You’re supposed to be part Kryptonian now, not part clueless idiot.”
Ben groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Can you all just… leave? Please? I just need a minute. Or ten. Or a lifetime to forget this ever happened.”
Harley hopped onto the bed, ignoring his plea entirely, and poked at his blanket-covered form with the tip of her bat. “Aww, don’t be shy, stud muffin. We’ve all seen worse. Hell, I’ve caused worse. Ain’t that right, Di?”
Diana shot Harley a withering look but didn’t deny it. “Ben,” she said, her tone softening just a fraction, “we understand the side effects are… challenging. But you can’t isolate yourself every time this happens. We’re your team. We’re here to help you control it.”
“Control it?” Ben sputtered, peeking out from behind his hands. “How exactly do you plan to help with this? What, are you gonna stand there and give me pointers?”
Harley’s grin widened. “Oh, I’ve got pointers, alright. First one: don’t blush so hard, or you’re gonna pop a blood vessel before ya even finish. Second one: maybe invest in some soundproof walls, ‘cause, whew, you’re louder than a jackhammer.”
“Harley!” Diana barked, but there was no real heat in it. She sighed, rubbing her temple. “Ben, what we mean is that we’re going to train you—mind, body, and… well, whatever this is. You’re not alone in this mess. But you need to communicate with us.”
“Yeah,” Artemis chimed in, her smirk sharp enough to cut glass. “We’re not your personal cheer squad, kid. You wanna be a hero? Act like one. Stop hiding under blankets and start owning your crap, weird side effects and all.”
Nubia nodded, her expression almost sympathetic. Almost. “She’s right. We’ve all got our burdens. You think I enjoy being stuck babysitting a walking hormone bomb? Toughen up, Ben. We’ll get through this together.”
Ben groaned again, louder this time, and rolled off the bed, clutching the blanket around his waist like a lifeline. “Fine. Great. Team bonding. Awesome. Can I at least have a nap now? Or do you all wanna critique my sleeping technique too?”
Harley snickered, hopping off the bed to ruffle his already messy hair. “Oh, we’ll critique anything ya want, sweetheart. But fine, go snooze. Dream of me, ‘kay? I’m way more fun than your hand.”
“Out!” Ben yelped, pointing at the door with a trembling finger. “All of you, out!”
The women filed out, their laughter trailing behind them like a taunt. Diana lingered for a moment, her gaze steady. “Rest, Ben. We’ll talk more later. And… try to keep the door locked next time.”
As the door clicked shut, Ben collapsed back onto the bed, his heart pounding. Downstairs, he could hear their voices drifting up through the floorboards, sharp and unfiltered.
“Kid’s got no game,” Harley was saying, her voice carrying like a foghorn. “I mean, come on, caught with his pants down on day one? That’s rookie stuff!”
“Leave him be, Harley,” Diana’s voice countered, though there was a chuckle in it. “He’s got potential. We just need to… polish him up.”
“Polish him up?” Artemis scoffed. “If he keeps polishing himself, we’re gonna need a mop in here.”
Nubia’s low laugh joined the mix. “Give him a break. He’s got Superman’s DNA, not Superman’s self-control. Yet.”
Ben buried his face in a pillow, muffling a groan. This was his life now—surrounded by four of the most powerful, direct, and utterly merciless women on the planet. They were in control, no question about it, and he was just along for the ride. A chaotic, steamy, humiliating ride.
But as their laughter echoed through the condo, a small, traitorous part of him couldn’t help but wonder what kind of “training” they had in mind. Whatever it was, he had a feeling it was going to be anything but ordinary.
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