Queen Industries – Steel Manufacturing & Welding Facility.
This old plant had been shut down long before the "Queen's Gambit" incident made headlines. Laurel Lance didn't expect to be held here by him. She wasn't entirely sure whether Jack Kadere had truly kidnapped her or had something else in mind. Either way, she made up her mind—this man needed to be investigated thoroughly.
She wasn't the only one digging into Jack's background.
Over in Gotham, Barbara Gordon—aka Batgirl—and her father Commissioner James Gordon were quietly gathering intel on Jack's activities. And in the shadows, Talia al Ghul of the League of Assassins had begun her own silent investigation. But even beyond Gotham's circles and Star City's vigilantes, one particularly formidable agency had taken notice.
A.R.G.U.S.—the Advanced Research Group Uniting Super-Humans. A secret U.S. government agency operating under the radar, often compared to S.H.I.E.L.D. from the Marvel universe in function and secrecy. Its current director, Amanda Waller, was a woman who didn't flinch in the face of chaos. Smart, ruthless, and pragmatic, she had formed a covert operations team known as Task Force X. But for Waller, that wasn't nearly enough.
As the overseer of Belle Reve Penitentiary, Waller had access to some of the world's most dangerous meta-humans and super-criminals. She wanted to go further—build a team of expendables. A Suicide Squad. Villains and anti-heroes alike, doing the government's dirty work on missions no sane agent would volunteer for.
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When the Gotham crisis flared up, Waller had seized the moment to pitch the Squad. But before Washington could approve her plan, the crisis had been resolved—without Task Force X. The project was shelved.
Still, Amanda Waller wasn't one to forget an opportunity. Jack Kadere had drawn her attention. She launched a classified investigation, setting high-level security clearances around his file to block law enforcement from sticking their noses where they didn't belong. She didn't need interference—only results.
Jack, for his part, was blissfully unaware of all this. And even if he had known? He probably wouldn't have cared. He might have even applied to the Suicide Squad himself—just for the thrill.
Right now, Jack Kadere was whistling a cheerful tune as he stirred a sizzling pan in Felicity Smoak's apartment. Where did the groceries come from? Well, let's just say Laurel's wallet had proven useful. And how did he get in without a key? It was only the fifth floor—nothing a little creativity (and parkour) couldn't solve.
One by one, he plated his culinary creations, the aroma filling the apartment with warmth and spices. Just as he placed the last dish on the table, the sound of a key turning in the lock echoed through the room.
"Perfect timing," Jack grinned, taking off his apron as Felicity walked in.
"Mmm… smells amazing," Felicity said instinctively, closing the door behind her.
"Dinner," Jack announced casually, stepping over to take her bag, setting it aside with surprising care. He gently helped her off with her coat and hung it neatly. Felicity stared at him in disbelief. First he cooked dinner, now this? Why did this feel… boyfriend-y? Was she still dreaming?
Smack!
Jack kissed her lightly on the cheek.
"What are you spacing out for? Go wash up and change—dinner's ready," he said with a teasing smile, gently nudging her toward the bathroom.
Still dazed, Felicity washed her hands, slipped into her favorite home clothes, and returned to the dining table.
She sat down, watching Jack move around the kitchen with an ease that didn't quite match the chaos he usually brought with him. When he finally sat across from her, she couldn't help but ask, "You seem to be in a really good mood today."
Jack smiled without answering right away.
"Something happen? Wait—didn't you say you were broke? Where'd all this food come from? Did you leave the apartment? How'd you even get in without a key?" The questions tumbled out fast now that the fog was lifting.
Jack waved it off casually. "None of that matters right now. What's important is that we eat."
"Oh, okay," Felicity mumbled, her questions still bouncing around in her head. But the smell of the meal was too good to resist.
To her surprise, Jack's cooking was phenomenal—easily better than the takeout she usually relied on. At first, she hesitated, but after the first bite, she dug in with gusto.
"This is insanely good," Felicity said between bites. "Ugh, I'm going to gain five pounds."
Jack smirked. "Beauty and ugliness might be fate, but fatness and thinness? That's just luck. Some people get full after two bites, but not you. You're already full and still saying, 'One more plate!'"
Felicity blushed and playfully pouted. "Blame yourself for cooking like a Michelin chef."
"You're washing the dishes, then," Jack said with a grin.
"Fair trade," Felicity replied. She couldn't cook to save her life, but washing dishes was manageable.
While Jack lounged on the couch watching TV, Felicity rinsed the plates and cleaned up the kitchen. Not long after, she joined him on the couch, curling up beside him.
"Okay, now spill it," she said. "What's with the sudden mood swing and chef mode?"
Jack chuckled and suddenly laid his head across her lap. Felicity froze. Before she could react, she felt his hand slip under her T-shirt. She yelped and instinctively grabbed his wrist. "Jack! What do you think you're doing?"
"Relax," he said smoothly, his dark eyes locking onto hers with a calm intensity. "Let go."
His voice was low, steady. Felicity hesitated… then slowly let go of his hand. Her cheeks flushed crimson, her body slightly trembling. She sat stiffly, unsure of what to do with her hands as Jack rested against her lap with his hand cupping her breast like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Felicity wasn't used to this kind of attention—at least not from someone like him. And not like this.
"You know," Jack said suddenly, a playful grin forming on his face, "after Snow White was revived by the dwarves, she lived peacefully in the woods until her prince came along. He married her, sure—but after the wedding night, he left her. Why? Because the prince found out Snow White had… well, some darkness in her too."
Felicity stared at him, confused. "…Are you asking if I'm Snow White?"
Jack leaned in slightly. "Are you?"
Felicity blinked. "Of course not!"
"Then let me check."
Before she could react, Jack flipped up, scooped her into his arms, and headed straight for the bedroom. Felicity's surprised cry echoed down the hallway.
...
Jack's eyes roamed over Felicity, taking in every inch of her. Her porcelain skin was flushed a soft pink, her cheeks still stained with the remnants of her earlier blush. Her eyes, a deep, stormy blue, were wide with surprise, but there was a spark of curiosity there too. Her lips, full and pink, were slightly parted, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.
He could feel her, tense in his arms, her body rigid with uncertainty. He wanted to put her at ease, to show her that he had no intention of rushing her, of pushing her too far too fast. He wanted to take his time, to explore every inch of her, to learn what she liked, what she didn't.
He carried her into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. He laid her down gently on the bed, his body following, his weight supported on his elbows. He looked down at her, his eyes meeting hers, and smiled softly.
Felicity's breath hitched, her eyes flicking to his lips. "Jack," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "What are you doing?"
Jack chuckled, his thumb brushing against her cheek. "I'm taking care of you," he said, his voice low and gentle. "I want to verify my theory too."
Felicity's eyes fluttered closed, her body relaxing into the bed.
Jack smiled, his hand moving to the hem of her T-shirt. He looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers. "May I?" he asked, his voice low and steady.
Felicity nodded, her breath catching in her throat. Jack slowly lifted the shirt, his eyes taking in every inch of her skin as it was revealed. She was pale, her skin soft and smooth, her body toned and slender. He could see the outline of her ribs, the curve of her hips, the soft swell of her breasts.
He paused, his eyes meeting hers. "Is this okay?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle.
Felicity nodded, her eyes fluttering closed. "Yes," she whispered. "It's... it's nice."
Felicity's breath hitched, her back arching slightly as Jack's thumb continued to brush against her nipple. She could feel it, hardening, growing more sensitive with each touch. She bit her lip, her eyes fluttering open to look at Jack.
He was watching her, his dark eyes filled with a soft, warm intensity. His hand was still on her breast, his thumb still moving in slow, steady circles. She could feel his touch, gentle yet firm, sending waves of pleasure radiating through her.
His other hand moved, his fingers tangling in her hair. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, exploratory kiss. She kissed him back, her body melting into his, her arms wrapping around his neck.
Jack deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers. Felicity moaned, her body responding to his touch, his kiss. She could feel herself growing wetter, her body yearning for more.
Jack pulled back, his eyes meeting hers. "Feel good?" he asked, his voice low and gentle.
Felicity nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," she whispered. "It's... it's more than okay."
Jack smiled, his hand moving to the button on her jeans. He looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers. "May I?" he asked, his voice low and steady.
Felicity hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Yes," she whispered.
Jack undid the button, his fingers slipping inside to stroke her through her panties. Felicity gasped, her body jerking at the sudden contact. Jack pulled back, his eyes filled with concern. "Too much?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle.
Felicity shook her head, her breath coming in short gasps. "No," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's... it's just... sensitive."
Jack smiled, his fingers moving in slow, steady circles. "I'll take it slow," he said, his voice low and gentle. "I promise."
And he did. He took his time, exploring every inch of her, learning what she liked, what she didn't. He kissed her, touched her, teased her, until she was writhing beneath him, her body yearning for release.
Jack's fingers began to move again, his thumb pressing against her clit. Felicity's breath hitched, her body tensing as pleasure built. "Don't... stop," she gasped, her voice ragged with desire.
Jack leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. He moved his fingers faster, his thumb pressing harder. Felicity moaned, her body writhing beneath him. She could feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge, her body yearning for release.
"Don't... stop," she cried out, her body convulsing as she came undone. Jack continued to move his fingers, drawing out her orgasm, her body shuddering with each wave of pleasure.
When she finally came down from her high, Jack pulled back, his eyes filled with a soft, warm affection. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and gentle.
Felicity nodded, her eyes fluttering open. "Yes," she whispered. "That was... that was amazing."
Jack smiled, his hand moving to the hem of her panties. "I'm glad," he said, his voice low and soft. "But we're not done yet."
Felicity's breath hitched, her eyes widening. "We're... we're not?" she stammered.
Jack shook his head, his fingers slipping inside her panties. "Not even close," he said, his voice low and husky. "I want to make you come again. And again. And again."
Felicity bit her lip, her body already responding to his touch. "I... I don't know if I can," she whispered.
Jack leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "You can," he said, his voice low and steady.
...
Jack's hands moved to the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it off in one fluid motion. Felicity's eyes widened, her gaze taking in his lean muscles, his smooth, tanned skin. She could feel her body responding, her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps.
Jack chuckled, a soft, low sound. "Like what you see?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Felicity nodded, her eyes still wandering over his body. "Yes," she whispered. "You're... you're so... big."
Jack's eyes darkened, a slow smile spreading across his face. "You have no idea," he said, his voice low and steady.
Felicity's eyes flicked downwards, her gaze landing on his crotch. Her eyes widened, her mouth dropping open in shock. "Oh my god," she stammered. "That's... that's not going to fit."
Jack laughed, a soft, warm sound. "Trust me, it will," he said, his voice low and gentle. "I promise, I'll make it fit. I'll make it good for you."
Felicity bit her lip, her eyes filled with doubt. "But... it's my first time," she said, her voice soft and uncertain. "What if it hurts?"
Jack leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "It might," he said, his voice low and honest. "But I promise, I'll be gentle. I'll take care of you. And if it's too much, we'll stop. Okay?"
Felicity nodded, her eyes filled with trust. "Okay," she whispered.
Jack moved, slipping off his boxers. Felicity's eyes widened, her gaze taking in his length, his thickness. She bit her lip, her body tensing with a mix of anticipation and fear.
Jack noticed, his hand moving to her hip. "Hey," he said softly, his thumb brushing against her skin. "It's okay. We don't have to do this if you're not ready."
Felicity took a deep breath, her eyes meeting his. "I... I want to," she said, her voice steady and sure. "I just... I'm scared."
Jack smiled, his hand moving to her cheek. "I know," he said, his voice low and gentle. "But I promise, I'll be here with you. Every step of the way."
...
Jack leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Felicity's lips. She melted into him, her body relaxing, her eyes fluttering closed. He could feel her, her breath coming in steady, even intervals, her trust in him complete.
As she lost herself in the kiss, Jack moved, positioning himself at her entrance. He took a deep breath, steeling himself, and thrust in, breaking past her virgin barrier in one smooth motion.
Felicity gasped, her body jerking at the sudden intrusion. Her eyes flew open, her gaze filled with shock and pain. "Jack!" she cried out, her voice filled with betrayal and hurt.
Jack froze, his body still, his eyes filled with remorse. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice low and gentle. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I just wanted... I wanted you so much."
Felicity's breath hitched, her body tensing around him. Jack could feel it, the tightness, the heat, the slickness. It was overwhelming, his body responding instantly, his cock hardening even more.
He took a deep breath, his body shuddering with the effort of holding back. "Felicity," he said, his voice low and steady. "I'm sorry. I should have been more gentle. But... but you feel so good. So tight. So... perfect."
Felicity's breath hitched, her eyes filled with tears. "You... you lied to me," she whispered, her voice filled with hurt. "You said you'd be gentle. You said you'd take care of me."
Jack's heart sank, his body stilling. "I know," he said, his voice filled with remorse. "And I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I just... I just wanted you so much. And I lost control. But... but I promise, I'll make it up to you. I'll take care of you, now. I'll go slow. I'll be gentle. I'll make sure you enjoy this, I promise."
Jack's movements were slow, steady, his body rocking in a rhythm that was almost hypnotic. He could feel Felicity, her body tensing and relaxing in time with his, her breath coming in steady, even intervals.
He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a soft, lingering kiss. He could feel her, her body melting into his, her arms wrapping around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair.
"Don't... stop," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Jack's body responded, his hips moving faster, his breath coming in short gasps.
"Don't stop," she repeated, her voice stronger, more certain. Jack could feel her, her body growing more and more comfortable with his size, with his touch.
But then, her body tensed, her breath hitching. "Don't... stop," she gasped, her voice filled with a sudden urgency.
Jack paused, his body stilling. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and gentle.
Felicity's eyes were closed, her body shaking. "I... I don't know," she whispered. "It's... it's too much. It's like... like a storm. I can't... I can't control it."
"Come for me, Felicity," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "Let me feel you come apart in my arms."
Felicity's body tensed, her breath coming in short gasps. She was close, Jack could feel it. He moved faster, his hips slamming against hers, his body sheathed in hers.*
"Come on, baby," he growled, his voice low and steady. "Let it go. Let me feel you come."
And with a soft cry, Felicity did just that, her body convulsing as pleasure washed over her. Jack could feel it, her body tensing around him, her muscles convulsing as she came undone.*
But as she came, Jack could feel it, the tightness, the slickness, the heat. It was too much, too intense. He tried to hold back, to wait for her, but it was too late. With a low groan, he came, his body shuddering as he spilled into her.