This S.O.B. System - Chapter 15

It finally happened. He leveled up. Asher was now level 7, and yes he got a new skill. After leaving Karen Hall’s home he went to his own before reading through his notifications. First were the experience notifications. He went through them, and it wasn’t until he did the math that he saw the problem. They roleplayed for all of the sex acts. But each time he came was treated as a different instance. So he only got the ‘New Person’ multiplier for the first act, which was a handjob. Of course that was his lowest XP gain. He would have to remember that in Roleplays for the future. Ash needed to cum only from something with more XP. 

Karen and he had walked through the Roleplay before, and she had requested him to cum as much as possible. He hadn’t realized it would bite him in the ass later. Not to be deterred from his other gains he moved onto skills. 

The Ahegao skill was close to leveling for a while, and the fact that it doubled the percentage was a nice gain. With his lack of experience he knew it wasn’t common to make women cum so easily. Of all his skills he was happiest with this one. 

The System’s note of him sleeping around was ignored. Asher liked the idea of this skill. His most recent Roleplay had been an actual person. His client’s Economics professor had apparently known what he was teaching. Curious how he could use this he moved on. 

With that notification he also received a new skill. Not positive on what levels skills appeared, he wished there was a pattern to it. 

Shocked by the comment Asher would not have guessed this was an ability to have. After some review he noticed that the control for this had been added to his customizable stats. It was at a base of 10, he was able to raise it to 100, but no higher. After a thought he dropped it down to 20 and decided to keep it there for now. Then he moved his stats around. Happy with his strength he wanted to keep the other physical stats around the same. He thought about pausing his additions to Charm for a little while, but decided to round it up to 15 and keep it there. With that he read through his stats point by point. 

His level was now 7, and experience was 69/2,500. He could tell this was going to be his lucky level. 

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Asher parked his car. It was now Saturday and he was on his way to his last client. His parents had complained about his late nights, so he promised them he would wrap up early and spend time with them next week. No more clients lined up for now, he was enjoying the rush of it. With money and experience coming in it was all coming together. 

With a chime his phone buzzed in his pocket. He had forgotten to turn it off. Pulling it out he received a message from Zora. She had sent a pic of herself holding a baby goat. 

-Adorbs- she texted underneath. 

-Yes you are- he sent back with a smile. Taking a picture of himself in his business suit he sent her a pic. -Off to an interview- he lied. They weren’t technically a couple, and he did feel bad sleeping with other women. His feelings for her were stronger than ever. But a part of him worried that they would keep being just friends. With what he knew she had gone through he didn’t want to push anything. 

-Handsome ;P - she sent. 

She and the other girls had gotten their phones the other day. Quickly he was bombarded with texts from her. Sometimes she would send him questions about random American things. He would explain. Then they wouldn’t talk for hours. The first night though they had stayed up all night texting. She told him about her new life, and he asked every question he could think of. 

Now that they were a little settled, he felt comfortable not continuing the conversation. Right now he had to focus on work. His phone off, he threw the backpack over his shoulder and walked the few blocks to the motel. This job was a little different from his other two. Those women had requested a roleplay. This girl just wanted sex. The main reason he had accepted the job of course was the picture she had sent. Her face blurred out, she still had a rocking body in black lingerie. 

His backpack was filled with a couple of outfits and Monopoly money; in case he could talk her into a roleplay. Part of him felt that it might be simply sex. Something that most guys his age would be happy for. An astronaut helmet, detective’s cap, and sailor suit were in the bag. He was too tempted by skills to not at least try. 

The motel itself was newly built so it still looked decent. He scanned it quickly, not noticing anything too out of place. Since he had received the Policing skill he felt much more confident about sensing danger. His eyes always scanned the area. He could tell if someone was holding a weapon, on drugs, or was acting strange. Psychology was a big part of policing. He could profile people easily. It was now second nature, and he was enjoying the confidence it brought. 

In front of room 106 he knocked on the door. A beautiful woman was soon filling the doorframe. She had curly black hair, her face and skin pale. It made her look more beautiful. He noticed that there was a dent in her nose where glasses should sit, but none were there. She wore short shorts and a T-shirt top. 

“Hi I’m Quinten,” he said, reaching out his hand. 

“Amanda,” she said. Then stammered as if she said something she wasn’t supposed to. Giving her an odd look he stepped in. The room was clean, it had one large bed in the center. Some of her items scattered around, it appeared like she arrived recently. 

“I was curious if you would like me to wear an outfit, maybe roleplay a little,” he said. 

“No, thank you. The whole prostitute thing is what I want. I was hoping we could talk about how much though.” 

Caught off guard, something tickled the back of his mind. “Mind if I use the restroom real quick?” 

“Uhhh, I don’t mind if I can watch,” she said. 

Asher felt something was very off here. It almost felt familiar to him. As his mind ran through scenarios he stepped into the restroom but didn’t shut the door. Amanda awkwardly stood watching him. His eyes zoned out for a moment Asher stared at himself in the mirror, then he began to scan the room. Maybe I can use... He thought as he brought up his status screen. Maybe he could raise his pheromones all the way. That might get her to spill what was up. Like a sixth sense he began to sweat, something was very wrong here. 

Then he noticed it, the small icon by his name in his status screen. He had never pulled up the screen during his porn shoots, but he bet the camera icon would have been there if he had. He was being filmed. 

His eyes now focused, he scanned the restroom further. Then he noticed the toothbrush. It looked electric, but he could see the black lens at the base of it. Stepping outside he scanned her room. Asher’s eyes focused on her purse straight ahead of him, pointed directly at him. Sweat breaking out on his skin, he knew she was a cop. This was all standard procedure. 1st floor, there were 2 vans right outside the door and he was sure one of the rooms next to them was filled with cops. 

“Son of a bitch,” he cursed in a whisper. His mind racing he didn’t want this headache right now. Putting on his best smile he turned back to Amanda, “Sorry where was I?” Then he threw the backpack at her and opened the door. 

Once outside he hesitated for a moment. “Hey!” A voice yelled. Looking up Asher ran at the van in front of him. With a hop onto the hood he then leapt backward. His hands grasping the metal guardrail he pulled himself up onto the walkway of the 2nd floor. By this time there were more people yelling at him. He could tell by their voices they were cops. There were a lot of ‘freezes’ and ‘get hims’ yelled. 

Asher was young and strong. He had a System. There had to be a way out of there. Running down the path he grabbed onto a metal pillar that linked the guardrail to the roof. Pulling himself up it like a monkey he was soon grasping the gutters and on the roof. The black shingles cold to the touch, he wished he wasn’t wearing a suit right then. 

With a grunt he then began running across the roof of the motel. His strides quick, he ran to the opposite side and dropped down. Fingers clasping to the gutter again he moved down it until he found another thin pillar linking the floors. “He’s going to the other side,” a woman yelled. Pulling himself up with ease, Asher was surprised to see Amanda on the roof looking at him. 

He cursed as he threw himself to the metal pillar then slid down it to the first floor. His feet on the ground he began to run. Near downtown, he knew there were enough alleys to lose them. With his speed increasing he doubted they would be able to catch up, so he just ran. His strides long, he ignored all other sound around him and focused on the escape. He had done a 5 minute mile last time, and with how motivated he was right then he knew he was running at least a 4:30. He dodged cars, took turns, ignored angry pedestrians, nothing mattered but the run. 

10 minutes later he ducked into the alley breathing heavily. Too afraid to look out into the street he knew he wasn’t in the best neighborhood. For now he would wait then call Doug to come pick him up once he was sure no one was following him. 

“Freeze,” the woman commanded between rough breaths. 

Asher couldn’t help but turn slowly. His hands raised, he was shocked to find Amanda behind him. At the head of the alley she had a revolver pointed at him. “I don’t-” he tried to say until Batman swooped in and knocked her down. 

Asher couldn’t have been more shocked. He thought his mind had broken for a minute when he saw the man in the suit swing in from the back of the alley and knock her down. He had expertly used his famous grapple gun to swing like Tarzan into the cop. Batman stood in front of him. His cape billowed in the wind covering the now unconscious lady. Batman pressed something on his grapple gun, whatever held it above was released and the cable was reeled back in. 

Asher’s mouth wanted to move but he simply couldn’t form the words. He had seen people dressed like Batman before, but he recognized the gun from the old animated series. This was the real dark knight. His suit looked like the Ben Affleck one. Muscles hardened, it was dark and had a coarse look to it, it even had the fat bat symbol on the front. He was quite tall, about 6’-5” in the suit, and let off a menacing presence. It wasn’t till his brain caught up that Ash noticed the man underneath the suit was black. 

“You ok?” Batman asked him. Asher nodded. “Good. I’ll let the local police know. You run along,” his voice deep, Ash wondered if that was his natural voice or if he was going for a Bale voice. 

“She was a cop,” Asher said, pointing down to her. 

Batman looked down to her and could only say, “Fuck. Not again.” Asher fought back a laugh as Batman ordered, “Grab her legs, kid.” 

Soon they were picking her up and moving her down the alley. When they found a spot that was semi-clean they set her down against the wall. “She’s waking up,” Asher noted. 

As he said that her eyes slowly opened. She looked around, her eyes unfocused and she looked at him angrily. Asher wanted to run from that look, but with Batman there he didn’t feel confident about getting away. His imposing figure towered over them, his utility belt filled with gadgets Asher really wanted to know what the hell was going on. 

He thought Amanda’s look was angry when she looked at him, but when she looked at Batman her eyes turned furious. “Carl goddammit!” She hissed through her teeth. “Help me up you stupid oaf,” she said, reaching for Batman. 

“Now Amanda, you took a pretty good fall. Maybe just rest a second,” Batman said. 

“Help-Me-Up,” she ordered. 

With that Batman grabbed her hand and lifted her. Unsteady on her feet she rested her hand on a dumpster beside her as she cursed. “That fucking hurt you idiot,” she said. “What the hell are you doing out tonight? It’s winter.” 

“You know my multiplier Amanda, I have to patrol nightly,” Batman said, making Asher’s eyes widen. He has only ever heard the word multiplier out loud in 2 places. Math class, though rarely, and talking with Doug. It was an uncommon gaming term, something no random person would slide into a conversation. His mind reeled with the implications. 

“Use those stupid Batcuffs of yours and help me take the kid in,” she ordered, looking at Batman. “You have no idea how far I had to run for him.” 

“Kid? I doubt he’s much younger than you,” Batman said, but reluctantly pulled out the unwieldy bat shaped cuffs. 

“Do you have a System?” Asher asked Batman. Hopeful. 

Both Batman and Amanda looked at him in shock. “...why do you ask?” Batman said slowly. 

“Well you said multiplier, and I have a…” 

“Godammit!” Amanda cursed. “You have a System too?” She started kicking the brick wall behind her. “I needed this arrest dammit,” she said yelling at no one. “Kid, why aren’t you at the meetings?”

“What meetings?” He asked, more confused now than ever. 

“The System meetings,” she said with a long sigh. “We are going to have to change those damn flyers.”

“You say that every time,” Batman said with a chuckle. 

“Ugh. Fine. Carl, you take the kid away. I’ll tell the guys I lost him. Explain to him the way of the world, would you please?” she asked. “And don’t think I’ve forgiven you for that hit back there.” Tossing her long curly hair behind her ear she left the alley with a huff. She didn’t give either of them another glance. 

Asher went on autopilot as he followed Batman out of the alley. Batman didn’t say anything as they walked a few blocks over. It wasn’t until he hit the key starter on the Batmobile that Asher broke out of his stupor. “Is that the Batmobile from the Pattinson Batman movie?!” He asked. He didn’t think he squealed like a girl, but he might have. 

“The very same. Hop in,” Batman said. Asher got in slowly. The leather seats felt as amazing as he imagined. Everything was black and very dark gray of course. The back was filled with the same hoses and gadgets as Asher remembered in the movie. Sleek black exterior, it had all the right attachments and everything. It reminded him of the Supernatural Impala, and he couldn’t be more excited to be there. 

“Does the booster work?” Asher asked, almost hopping as his head turned this way and that trying to see everything.

“It does, but I’ve been warned not to do it in the city,” Batman said. “Where’s your car, kid?” 

“Over by the motel on 3rd,” he said. Batman put her in drive and the engine roared again. Asher had never been so excited for a car ride before. 

“So I’m going to talk, and you listen for a bit ok? Good. How long have you had a System?” He asked. 

“Almost 2 weeks,” Asher said. There was something about Batman that made him trust him more than others. 

“Not too long, good. I’ve had mine for about 5 years now. And as you may have guessed, I have the Batman System. That means I get experience doing Batman stuff. And many of the System rewards are Batman related skills and items, like this bad boy here,” he said as the engine revved again. Asher wanted him to drive faster, but didn’t push it. “Do you know anyone else with a System?” 

“A friend of mine has one.”

“Good, well there are probably a lot more out there than you think. And luckily the System gives us the ability to find one another. When one awakens, the local administrator gets a notification, then they are able to send you a message. So no one gets scared, we usually do it through the mail. You should have received a few. Make sure you check when you get home ok?” 

“Sure Batman,” Asher said. 

With a booming laugh Batman said, “just call me Carl. Amanda already ruined that secret, so no point in hiding it.” When they pulled near the hotel Asher pointed him to a few blocks away where his car was parked. Soon they were behind it. 

“I’m Asher,” he said, taking Batman’s hand.

“Well Asher, it was good to meet you. I expect to see you at the meeting tomorrow. You’re not in trouble or anything. You’re not the first person with a System to go unnoticed. We just like to meet and greet. Share pointers. Assist one another with quests. I like to call it a guild.” With that Asher stepped out and couldn’t help his transfixed stare as Batman drove away. 

It finally happened. He leveled up. Asher was now level 7, and yes he got a new skill. After leaving Karen Hall's home he went to his own before reading through his notifications. First were the experience notifications. He went through them, and it wasn't until he did the math that he saw the problem. They roleplayed for all of the sex acts. But each time he came was treated as a different instance. So he only got the New Person' multiplier for the first act, which was a handjob. Of course that was his lowest XP gain. He would have to remember that in Roleplays for the future. Ash needed to cum only from something with more XP. Karen and he had walked through the Roleplay before, and she had requested him to cum as much as possible. He hadn't realized it would bite him in the ass later. Not to be deterred from his other gains he moved onto skills. Ahegao Level 4 Oftentimes they just need a little extra loving. This skill will ensure your partner is satisfied. And if they aren't, it's your fault, not ours. Current pleasure increase - 20%. The Ahegao skill was close to leveling for a while, and the fact that it doubled the percentage was a nice gain. With his lack of experience he knew it wasn't common to make women cum so easily. Of all his skills he was happiest with this one. Economics Level 10 Don't forget the golden rule. You have learned how to monitor the ebb and flow of the volatile dollar. Try to make your money make money, instead of sleeping your way to the top. The System's note of him sleeping around was ignored. Asher liked the idea of this skill. His most recent Roleplay had been an actual person. His client's Economics professor had apparently known what he was teaching. Curious how he could use this he moved on. Congratulations For reaching level 7 you have learned the skill PHEROMONES LVL MAX With that notification he also received a new skill. Not positive on what levels skills appeared, he wished there was a pattern to it. Pheromones LVL MAX If you're ugly, raise your charm. If you're fat, raise your agility. And if you smell bad, get this skill. A natural act for every being this skill lets you control and harness this mighty aphrodisiac. Shocked by the comment Asher would not have guessed this was an ability to have. After some review he noticed that the control for this had been added to his customizable stats. It was at a base of 10, he was able to raise it to 100, but no higher. After a thought he dropped it down to 20 and decided to keep it there for now. Then he moved his stats around. Happy with his strength he wanted to keep the other physical stats around the same. He thought about pausing his additions to Charm for a little while, but decided to round it up to 15 and keep it there. With that he read through his stats point by point. Name: Asher Whitmore Skills: Alias: Quinten Hardly Acting LVL MAX System: PORN STAR STD Immunity LVL MAX Level: 7 Roleplaying LVL MAX Experience 69/2,500 Genitalia Control LVL MAX Title: N/A Prop Manifestation LVL MAX Guild: N/A Relationship Screen LVL 6 Syscos: 1,500 Gardening LVL 4 Ahegao LVL 4 HP: 49 /49 Slovene Language LVL 2 MP: 30 /30 Survival LVL 10 Tracking LVL 8 Stats: 0 Brawling LVL 5 Strength: 17 Policing LVL 8 Dexterity: 16 Economics LVL 10 Endurance: 16 Pheromones LVL MAX Agility: 16 Wisdom: 10 Intelligence: 10 Luck: 13 Charm: 15 Custom Stats: Dick Length 8.85 Inches Dick Diameter 1.85 Inches Fertility Off Pheromones 20 His level was now 7, and experience was 69/2,500. He could tell this was going to be his lucky level. Asher parked his car. It was now Saturday and he was on his way to his last client. His parents had complained about his late nights, so he promised them he would wrap up early and spend time with them next week. No more clients lined up for now, he was enjoying the rush of it. With money and experience coming in it was all coming together. With a chime his phone buzzed in his pocket. He had forgotten to turn it off. Pulling it out he received a message from Zora. She had sent a pic of herself holding a baby goat. -Adorbs- she texted underneath. -Yes you are- he sent back with a smile. Taking a picture of himself in his business suit he sent her a pic. -Off to an interview- he lied. They weren't technically a couple, and he did feel bad sleeping with other women. His feelings for her were stronger than ever. But a part of him worried that they would keep being just friends. With what he knew she had gone through he didn't want to push anything. -Handsome ;P - she sent. She and the other girls had gotten their phones the other day. Quickly he was bombarded with texts from her. Sometimes she would send him questions about random American things. He would explain. Then they wouldn't talk for hours. The first night though they had stayed up all night texting. She told him about her new life, and he asked every question he could think of. Now that they were a little settled, he felt comfortable not continuing the conversation. Right now he had to focus on work. His phone off, he threw the backpack over his shoulder and walked the few blocks to the motel. This job was a little different from his other two. Those women had requested a roleplay. This girl just wanted sex. The main reason he had accepted the job of course was the picture she had sent. Her face blurred out, she still had a rocking body in black lingerie. His backpack was filled with a couple of outfits and Monopoly money; in case he could talk her into a roleplay. Part of him felt that it might be simply sex. Something that most guys his age would be happy for. An astronaut helmet, detective's cap, and sailor suit were in the bag. He was too tempted by skills to not at least try. The motel itself was newly built so it still looked decent. He scanned it quickly, not noticing anything too out of place. Since he had received the Policing skill he felt much more confident about sensing danger. His eyes always scanned the area. He could tell if someone was holding a weapon, on drugs, or was acting strange. Psychology was a big part of policing. He could profile people easily. It was now second nature, and he was enjoying the confidence it brought. In front of room 106 he knocked on the door. A beautiful woman was soon filling the doorframe. She had curly black hair, her face and skin pale. It made her look more beautiful. He noticed that there was a dent in her nose where glasses should sit, but none were there. She wore short shorts and a T-shirt top. Hi I'm Quinten, he said, reaching out his hand. Amanda, she said. Then stammered as if she said something she wasn't supposed to. Giving her an odd look he stepped in. The room was clean, it had one large bed in the center. Some of her items scattered around, it appeared like she arrived recently. I was curious if you would like me to wear an outfit, maybe roleplay a little, he said. No, thank you. The whole prostitute thing is what I want. I was hoping we could talk about how much though. Caught off guard, something tickled the back of his mind. Mind if I use the restroom real quick? Uhhh, I don't mind if I can watch, she said. Asher felt something was very off here. It almost felt familiar to him. As his mind ran through scenarios he stepped into the restroom but didn't shut the door. Amanda awkwardly stood watching him. His eyes zoned out for a moment Asher stared at himself in the mirror, then he began to scan the room. Maybe I can use... He thought as he brought up his status screen. Maybe he could raise his pheromones all the way. That might get her to spill what was up. Like a sixth sense he began to sweat, something was very wrong here. Then he noticed it, the small icon by his name in his status screen. He had never pulled up the screen during his porn shoots, but he bet the camera icon would have been there if he had. He was being filmed. Name: Asher Whitmore Skills: Alias: Quinten Hardly Acting LVL MAX System: PORN STAR STD Immunity LVL MAX Level: 7 Roleplaying LVL MAX Experience 69/2,500 Genitalia Control LVL MAX Title: N/A Prop Manifestation LVL MAX Guild: N/A Relationship Screen LVL 6 Syscos: 1,500 Gardening LVL 4 Ahegao LVL 4 HP: 49 /49 Slovene Language LVL 2 MP: 30 /30 Survival LVL 10 Tracking LVL 8 Stats: 0 Brawling LVL 5 Strength: 17 Policing LVL 8 Dexterity: 16 Economics LVL 10 Endurance: 16 Pheromones LVL MAX Agility: 16 Wisdom: 10 Intelligence: 10 Luck: 13 Charm: 15 Custom Stats: Dick Length 8.85 Inches Dick Diameter 1.85 Inches Fertility Off Pheromones 20 His eyes now focused, he scanned the restroom further. Then he noticed the toothbrush. It looked electric, but he could see the black lens at the base of it. Stepping outside he scanned her room. Asher's eyes focused on her purse straight ahead of him, pointed directly at him. Sweat breaking out on his skin, he knew she was a cop. This was all standard procedure. 1st floor, there were 2 vans right outside the door and he was sure one of the rooms next to them was filled with cops. Son of a bitch, he cursed in a whisper. His mind racing he didn't want this headache right now. Putting on his best smile he turned back to Amanda, Sorry where was I? Then he threw the backpack at her and opened the door. Once outside he hesitated for a moment. Hey! A voice yelled. Looking up Asher ran at the van in front of him. With a hop onto the hood he then leapt backward. His hands grasping the metal guardrail he pulled himself up onto the walkway of the 2nd floor. By this time there were more people yelling at him. He could tell by their voices they were cops. There were a lot of freezes' and get hims' yelled. Asher was young and strong. He had a System. There had to be a way out of there. Running down the path he grabbed onto a metal pillar that linked the guardrail to the roof. Pulling himself up it like a monkey he was soon grasping the gutters and on the roof. The black shingles cold to the touch, he wished he wasn't wearing a suit right then. With a grunt he then began running across the roof of the motel. His strides quick, he ran to the opposite side and dropped down. Fingers clasping to the gutter again he moved down it until he found another thin pillar linking the floors. He's going to the other side, a woman yelled. Pulling himself up with ease, Asher was surprised to see Amanda on the roof looking at him. He cursed as he threw himself to the metal pillar then slid down it to the first floor. His feet on the ground he began to run. Near downtown, he knew there were enough alleys to lose them. With his speed increasing he doubted they would be able to catch up, so he just ran. His strides long, he ignored all other sound around him and focused on the escape. He had done a 5 minute mile last time, and with how motivated he was right then he knew he was running at least a 4:30. He dodged cars, took turns, ignored angry pedestrians, nothing mattered but the run. 10 minutes later he ducked into the alley breathing heavily. Too afraid to look out into the street he knew he wasn't in the best neighborhood. For now he would wait then call Doug to come pick him up once he was sure no one was following him. Freeze, the woman commanded between rough breaths. Asher couldn't help but turn slowly. His hands raised, he was shocked to find Amanda behind him. At the head of the alley she had a revolver pointed at him. I don't- he tried to say until Batman swooped in and knocked her down. Asher couldn't have been more shocked. He thought his mind had broken for a minute when he saw the man in the suit swing in from the back of the alley and knock her down. He had expertly used his famous grapple gun to swing like Tarzan into the cop. Batman stood in front of him. His cape billowed in the wind covering the now unconscious lady. Batman pressed something on his grapple gun, whatever held it above was released and the cable was reeled back in. Asher's mouth wanted to move but he simply couldn't form the words. He had seen people dressed like Batman before, but he recognized the gun from the old animated series. This was the real dark knight. His suit looked like the Ben Affleck one. Muscles hardened, it was dark and had a coarse look to it, it even had the fat bat symbol on the front. He was quite tall, about 6'-5 in the suit, and let off a menacing presence. It wasn't till his brain caught up that Ash noticed the man underneath the suit was black. You ok? Batman asked him. Asher nodded. Good. I'll let the local police know. You run along, his voice deep, Ash wondered if that was his natural voice or if he was going for a Bale voice. She was a cop, Asher said, pointing down to her. Batman looked down to her and could only say, Fuck. Not again. Asher fought back a laugh as Batman ordered, Grab her legs, kid. Soon they were picking her up and moving her down the alley. When they found a spot that was semi-clean they set her down against the wall. She's waking up, Asher noted. As he said that her eyes slowly opened. She looked around, her eyes unfocused and she looked at him angrily. Asher wanted to run from that look, but with Batman there he didn't feel confident about getting away. His imposing figure towered over them, his utility belt filled with gadgets Asher really wanted to know what the hell was going on. He thought Amanda's look was angry when she looked at him, but when she looked at Batman her eyes turned furious. Carl goddammit! She hissed through her teeth. Help me up you stupid oaf, she said, reaching for Batman. Now Amanda, you took a pretty good fall. Maybe just rest a second, Batman said. Help-Me-Up, she ordered. With that Batman grabbed her hand and lifted her. Unsteady on her feet she rested her hand on a dumpster beside her as she cursed. That fucking hurt you idiot, she said. What the hell are you doing out tonight? It's winter. You know my multiplier Amanda, I have to patrol nightly, Batman said, making Asher's eyes widen. He has only ever heard the word multiplier out loud in 2 places. Math class, though rarely, and talking with Doug. It was an uncommon gaming term, something no random person would slide into a conversation. His mind reeled with the implications. Use those stupid Batcuffs of yours and help me take the kid in, she ordered, looking at Batman. You have no idea how far I had to run for him. Kid? I doubt he's much younger than you, Batman said, but reluctantly pulled out the unwieldy bat shaped cuffs. Do you have a System? Asher asked Batman. Hopeful. Both Batman and Amanda looked at him in shock. ...why do you ask? Batman said slowly. Well you said multiplier, and I have a Godammit! Amanda cursed. You have a System too? She started kicking the brick wall behind her. I needed this arrest dammit, she said yelling at no one. Kid, why aren't you at the meetings? What meetings? He asked, more confused now than ever. The System meetings, she said with a long sigh. We are going to have to change those damn flyers. You say that every time, Batman said with a chuckle. Ugh. Fine. Carl, you take the kid away. I'll tell the guys I lost him. Explain to him the way of the world, would you please? she asked. And don't think I've forgiven you for that hit back there. Tossing her long curly hair behind her ear she left the alley with a huff. She didn't give either of them another glance. Asher went on autopilot as he followed Batman out of the alley. Batman didn't say anything as they walked a few blocks over. It wasn't until he hit the key starter on the Batmobile that Asher broke out of his stupor. Is that the Batmobile from the Pattinson Batman movie?! He asked. He didn't think he squealed like a girl, but he might have. The very same. Hop in, Batman said. Asher got in slowly. The leather seats felt as amazing as he imagined. Everything was black and very dark gray of course. The back was filled with the same hoses and gadgets as Asher remembered in the movie. Sleek black exterior, it had all the right attachments and everything. It reminded him of the Supernatural Impala, and he couldn't be more excited to be there. Does the booster work? Asher asked, almost hopping as his head turned this way and that trying to see everything. It does, but I've been warned not to do it in the city, Batman said. Where's your car, kid? Over by the motel on 3rd, he said. Batman put her in drive and the engine roared again. Asher had never been so excited for a car ride before. So I'm going to talk, and you listen for a bit ok? Good. How long have you had a System? He asked. Almost 2 weeks, Asher said. There was something about Batman that made him trust him more than others. Not too long, good. I've had mine for about 5 years now. And as you may have guessed, I have the Batman System. That means I get experience doing Batman stuff. And many of the System rewards are Batman related skills and items, like this bad boy here, he said as the engine revved again. Asher wanted him to drive faster, but didn't push it. Do you know anyone else with a System? A friend of mine has one. Good, well there are probably a lot more out there than you think. And luckily the System gives us the ability to find one another. When one awakens, the local administrator gets a notification, then they are able to send you a message. So no one gets scared, we usually do it through the mail. You should have received a few. Make sure you check when you get home ok? Sure Batman, Asher said. With a booming laugh Batman said, just call me Carl. Amanda already ruined that secret, so no point in hiding it. When they pulled near the hotel Asher pointed him to a few blocks away where his car was parked. Soon they were behind it. I'm Asher, he said, taking Batman's hand. Well Asher, it was good to meet you. I expect to see you at the meeting tomorrow. You're not in trouble or anything. You're not the first person with a System to go unnoticed. We just like to meet and greet. Share pointers. Assist one another with quests. I like to call it a guild. With that Asher stepped out and couldn't help his transfixed stare as Batman drove away.