Different Anon, but I'll contribute.
Part 1
>Billy knew, at any instant, he could end this. It would only take a word. But he hadn't said it.
>They were in a stupid hotel room, somewhere in the southwest. Things had been quit with Superman, but there wasn't a reason to stay where they usually did, or draw attention to themselves.
>Why Batman had sent him here with Harley, he didn't know. Why Harely had insisted on driving them out here on a Harley, he did know. It was the same reason she was pretending to be his Mommy.
>She thought it was a fun game.
>This was also a "fun game."
>He lay on the bed, wearing a pair of boxers. Harley would do...Harley things.
>To be fair, laying around in a pair of boxers whas his idea. It was hot out here, and the ac in their roach motel was worthless. It was the same reason Harley had started just lounging around in a pair of red and black panties with matching bra.
>Of course, he was a young boy. And while Harley was a nutjob...she was a hot nutjob. Who had noticed his...reactions.
>Hence the "game." He had a "safeword" she called it. Of course, it was the same word that turned him into a six foot plus God as well. More than enough power to stop her.
>As her hand stroked him through the thin, sweat soaked fabric of his boxers, getting him harder and harder, he didn't say it.
>He didn't say it when she slipped him out of them either, standing tall.
