HATTER'S PRODUCTIONS - SOUNDSTAGE - DAY

  The scene opens with a typical middle-css family home set, complete with a worn-out couch, a bookshelf filled with dusty books, and a small coffee table with a half-finished cup of coffee. The air is thick with tension, yet there's a strange sense of familiarity, like a twisted version of a family sitcom.

  A man in his te forties, with a receding hairline and a prominent nose, sits on the couch, his 12-year-old daughter perched on his p. He's dressed in a rumpled shirt and jeans, his eyes stern as he looks at her.

  "Honey, I got your report card today."

  He pulls out the card, scanning it with a sigh.

  "A D in English, and an F in PE? Honey, we've talked about this. You need to do better."

  "I'm sorry, Daddy. I promise I'll do better next time."

  She's the picture of innocence, her eyes wide and sincere. But there's a hint of something else, a spark of understanding that shouldn't be there.

  "I know you will, sweetheart. But you know what you have to do to make it up to me, don't you?"

  "Yes, Daddy. I understand."

  She slides off his p, her small hands reaching for his belt. He doesn't stop her. Instead, he watches, his eyes darkening as she unzips his pants and kneels before him.

  "I hate to have to do this to you, little girl. But this is the only way you're going to learn. You need to do better."

  His daughter takes him into her mouth, her enthusiasm evident as she wraps her small mouth around him, her tongue stroking the underside of his penis. He strokes her hair, his fingers tangling in her ponytail.

  "Mmm-hmm," he grunts, "Yes, you are. You're a good girl, Harley. You always do your best."

  She pulls back, looking up at him with love and affection in her eyes.

  "I'm sorry, Daddy. I'll do better next time. I want to show you I'm your good girl."

  She leans back in, her mouth working him, her small hands gripping his thighs for support. He can feel the familiar warmth building in his groin, and with a final groan, he releases into her mouth.

  "Swallow it, Harley. Show me you're daddy's little girl."

  She does, her eyes closed as she swallows his release. She licks her lips, a small smile pying on them.

  "Did I do good, Daddy? Do you still love me?"

  "Always, honey. You're my good girl."

  He pulls her up onto his p, kissing her gently. Just as they're about to deepen the kiss, a voice cuts through the moment.

  "Cut! That's a wrap for today, folks."

  Jervis Tetch, from his vantage point behind the camera, steps out, a satisfied smile on his face.

  "Good job, Harry. You too, little Alice. You're a natural, kid."

  "Thank you, Mr. Tetch. This is my fifth film, you know."

  "I know, little Alice. You're a star in the making. Keep going, and we'll make you a star yet."

  He looks at her, his eyes filled with a mix of pride and something darker. He's a good man, he tells himself, guiding a little girl on her path to stardom. And he's doing a wonderful job of it, too.

  ---

  Batman 47-X stood at the warehouse portal, watching as the st of the freed sweatshop workers stepped through into his universe. Selina, perched in her chair, monitored the operation with practiced efficiency.

  "Almost done, 47," she said, her voice barely audible over the conversations of the freed sweatshop workers. "Just a few more..."

  The final worker, a woman with dark circles under her eyes and a haunted look in her gaze, approached the shimmering gateway. She paused, turning to face Batman 47-X and Selina.

  "Thank you," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "Both of you. I don't know what would have happened to us if you hadn't come."

  Selina offered her a warm smile. "You're welcome. We're just gd we could help."

  The woman hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Batman 47-X and Selina in a tight embrace. "I really appreciate everything you've done for us. I just... I wish you could find my daughter."

  Batman 47-X's brow furrowed beneath his cowl. "Your daughter? What do you mean?"

  The woman pulled back, her eyes filled with worry. "I was working to support my family when I was taken. I don't know what happened to my daughter. I never got to go back home, and I don't know if she's okay. I don't know if she's even still alive."

  Batman 47-X considered the woman's words, his mind racing with possibilities. "I can help you find her. Tell me where you lived, and I'll go check on her."

  The woman's eyes widened with hope. "You would do that? Thank you, thank you so much."

  Batman 47-X nodded, then reconsidered his approach. "Actually, I have a better idea. Why don't you come with me? We can find her together."

  The woman hesitated, then nodded eagerly. "Okay. Yes, please. I want to see her so badly."

  Selina watched the exchange, a small smile pying on her lips. "I'll keep an eye on things here, 47. You go find her daughter."

  Batman 47-X turned to the woman. "What's your name?"

  "Maria," she replied softly.

  "Alright, Maria. Let's go find your daughter."