Aaron needed to have a conversation with himself one of these days. He had been creampieing women left and right without a single thought to the consequences or future. One of these days he was going to have Harley Quinn come up to him and say that he was the father of their child. He was not ready for that kind of commitment, that level of responsibility.
He pushed his mind from those thoughts and focused on ironing his suit. December 13, the day of reckoning, the great party of Tanya Fox. He wondered who exactly was coming. Tanya was vague in her messaging and listed nothing but the obvious: his supervisors, coworkers, a couple executives. There was a chance, given how his luck operated, that Damian Wayne or one of the Wayne wards (hopefully Cassandra) would come. Of course, it was an arbitrary guess and held no logical weight to it.
They were told to come in pairs–dates. If that wasn't possible on their own merits, they would be forcibly paired with another coworker. Professionalism, apparently. Aaron personally found it stupid but there wasn't much he could do about it, especially because everybody else in his department seemed to have boyfriends and girlfriends and were ecstatic about having them meet.
Aaron was forced to partner up with Iman Avesta. Although a director, she was a solemn woman who likely didn't have a date or much experience in male-female relations. He didn't mind it all that much. He preferred Iman over pretty much everyone in his department.
The all black suit made him feel compact and upward. Shoulders broad, crotch tight, and black hair swept back. He squeezed lotion in his hands and spread it over his face, hiding the tiny blemishes and creases.
It was cold outside. He waited for Iman to text him. She was the prideful sort so she managed their ride today. When his phone buzzed and she rolled up on the side of the street, Aaron stood at his door confused. He expected a lot of things–an expensive car, a luxury ride maybe, but a limo? Long and glossy, black and expensive, and looking as though it was readied for a millionaire, not regular Old Joe Aaron Reigner.
'I suppose I can check off riding a limo in my bucket list.'
The door opened automatically as he came close. Iman was inside wearing a glittery silver sheath dress, flattering on her slim figure but not overtly risqué either. Her hair was done up in a topknot with strands of black hanging over her forehead. Iman looked fantastic and alluring. Aaron had to double-check that it was her.
"Are you waiting for something?" Iman asked politely. From the tone of her voice, she didn't seem to realize how different she looked.
"I didn't expect a limo," Aaron admitted as he got in. It was lengthy and decorated exactly how a millionaire would do it. A mini bar to the right, comfy seats to the left, large windows looking out the streets, a small television where some of the windows should be. The walls were white as were the tables and seats and blue highlights went throughout. A futuristic theme, put simply.
Aaron decided to sit next to his date, across the mini bar. The array of seats went way, way back, giving them ample space.
"It's a little excessive, don't you think?" Aaron questioned. The seats were made from a kind of leather and were unfathomably soft.
"We do have others to pick up," Iman pointed out.
"Oh, I see. You should have told me that in advance. I thought this whole thing was for me."
She clamped a chuckle. Perhaps it was the atmosphere but Iman was a little loose. "We aren't going to the gala, Aaron."
"So you would rent a limo if we were at the gala?"
"Sure," Iman conceded jokingly.
One-by-one, they picked up Iman's friends, who were technically Aaron's bosses. Directors and supervisors of their building, middle-aged men and women. They laughed and drank and had fun before they arrived. Besides a quaint introduction, Aaron was silent. Iman was adept at conversing with them but Aaron could tell it was a headache.
Furthermore, many of the men were executives and managers. Individuals whose names were written on the walls of the building. He knew better than to taint their night with his ordinary presence.
"Hey there, handsome~!" a girlish, seductive voice whispered in his ear. Aaron froze.
'What…? That voice…White Rabbit–?'
He turned but rather than White Rabbit he saw an attractive young brown woman. Silky hair going past her shoulders, black instead of snow-white; plump lips red instead of pink; and a medium-dark brown complexion instead of a ghostly white.
But the tits. Aaron could never forget those tits. Though stuffed inside her dress and held back by the seams, from his higher altitude, he was given a very generous view of her cleavage. The shape was the exact same. The roundness, the softness, the beauty mark on the top side, he could sense he wasn't wrong.
"Hey," Aaron said without missing a beat. He glanced about. The limo was quite crowded as the directors and executives brought themselves inside with their plus-one. "Who did you come with?" he asked in a murmur.
"Mr. Vandergilt," she replied with a smile. Her eyes darted at the old man to her left, busy flirting with Iman, to no avail. "How about you?"
"Ms. Avesta whom he is attempting to charm."
She put a hand over her mouth and laughed. She kept her voice down as she introduced herself. "So it seems. Oh, I am Jaina Hudson, by the way. A pleasure."
They shook hands. Again, a jolt went through Aaron. The facial structure, the features, the figure, they were the same but at the same time they weren't. She wore a black dress, fancy moon earrings, and stared into his soul with piercing emerald green eyes. There was that lust, that familiar cloud of eagerness he once saw in the White Rabbit's pink pupils. That costumed woman who pretended to work for the Penguin.
But…it was different. He couldn't explain it.
"Aaron Reigner," he said, introducing himself.
"You work for Wayne Tech," Jaina stated in faux admiration.
"I do." A pause. "I'm guessing you don't?"
Jaina smiled. "No. My father is an American diplomat for India. Tom Hudson, perhaps you've heard of him? He operates in Gotham."
Understanding her high-class status, Aaron replied in the most fancy way that he could, "I'm afraid the name escapes me."
"My mother is a Bollywood actress," Jaina elaborated. "My work largely elopes with them but in general I'm a charity organizer. Wayne Enterprises, LexCorp, or whoever requires my service."
"Ah, I presume you did the same with the Fox's event tonight?"
"A little, yes. Tanya Fox is more than capable, however. I merely give a few pointers."
The voice was similar in timber but not in personality or pitch. Moreover, Jaina and White Rabbit were different ethnicities. There was no going two ways about it, this woman was India, plain and simple.
'Is it possible that she changed ethnicity as White Rabbit? Maybe it's a superpower.' The thought was both strange and crudely humorous. 'This takes white washing to another level.'
The limo suddenly came to a stop. Everybody quieted down. Bottles were set aside, make-up was redone, and mirrors were used to check on their appearances.
"Guess I will see you later, Aaron Reigner." Jaina winked and grabbed Mr. Vandergilt's arm. Then, as the door opened, she and the older man exited.
Aaron waited till the important folk left. He held a hand out to Iman, who looked a little worse for wear, and offered her the most comforting smile he could. "Shall we?"
Iman inhaled. "Yes."
There were a few cameras and flashes but not too many. Most of the reporters' firepower was focused on Mr. Vandergilt and Jaina Hudson. An executive and daughter of a Bollywood actress. At best, the news would prop up at a low-budget tabloid.
Still, Aaron wasn't accustomed to the blinding flashes. He wondered how Commissioner Gordan was able to stare at them without flinching. It was tough but Aaron pressed through.
The address of the hall was in the middle of the city, bright and tall and unquestionably for the wealthy. Aaron wasn't able to catch the name but it was likely prestigious if the Fox family had rented it out. Inside ws paradise. Golden lights and chandeliers, luxury white parquet-patterned tiles, and wide tables brimming with food and drinks. For Aaron Reigner, a middle-class guy who kept life limited to his means, this was a spectacle.
A hand in his pocket, Iman looped her arms around him and the two carried on like a perfect couple.
"Too much?"
Iman's teasing voice caught him by surprise. His lips went into a grim line.
"Definitely. This is your life, your world. For me, it's way too much. It's…"
'Extravagant.' That was the word he was searching for. Iman understood and guided him to a table with drinks. She offered him a glass of wine and they made a short toast.
"Want to separate?" Iman suggested.
"Sure," Aaron replied. "I saw a few friends. I'll be fine."
"Perfectly understandable," Iman said, eyes crinkling. "I'll catch you later then."
"Later."
With that, Aaron was alone. He sipped on the wine. It was expensive and too bitter for his tongue. He licked his lips and drank the rest of it in one swing. A waiter came around and scooped up his glass before he could start searching for a place to put it. Next time he found a wine glass, he asked for apple juice. The light yellow colour would fool anyone into thinking it was wine.
The hum of city music played and he focused on that. The unnecessary slang, the upbeat melody, and the fast, nonsensical lyrics. He eyed the people. High socialites with expensive dresses, coats and brands, speaking poshly and without reservation. They exhibited confidence and assurance ordinary folk simply didn't. He saw many familiar faces. Todd and Noah, the two men who he met during the Ivy excursion, and his supervisor. They seemed uncomfortable for all intents and purposes, unused to the uppity personalities of the Tanya Fox's associates. It was amusing to watch from the sidelines and as the alcohol settled in it became a spectacle he wished he could watch on a television.
He heard the loud, pompous steps of high-heels approaching him. It was a pretty redhead whose features were pleasant rather than haughty.
"Hi," the redhead greeted, smiling. "I am Linda Page. I presume you're a Wayne employee?"
"Yes."
Linda smiled gingerly. "A toast, then, to Mr. Wayne."
Their glasses clanged. Aaron was a tad confused. What happened to Bruce Wayne?
"To think he'd lose so much of his fortune. Going from a billionaire to a millionaire must be tough." Linda looked at him curiously. "Has it had an effect on your work the past few years?"
"Oh, no," Aaron replied without thinking. "Not at all."
"I work as a nurse and for us there's been quite the difference. The Fox family is now managing the Wayne fortune and their daughter Tamara has been advocating for investment in the health industry. It's done wonders."
Aaron took a slow sip of his drink. "I see."
'Right. Wayne lost his fortune. I totally forgot about that.'
When the news broke out, not a single person in the building took it well, particularly the old heads. Without Bruce Wayne, what would they do? Would the people at the top start making shitty decisions again? The oldest folk at his workplace would always preach about how Bruce Wayne saved their company; how after Thomas Wayne's death there were seeds of corruption and unfairness. The moment the Wayne heir returned to Gotham, everything changed and the company began making strides in industries that actually mattered. Health, science, aerospace, engineering–you name it and Bruce Wayne invested in it earnestly.
Aaron caught someone coming behind Linda Page. Dark-skinned, beautiful, black hair smooth and straight. He didn't recognize the woman until she spoke up.
"Hello, Mr. Reigner. Ms. Linda Page." She smiled pleasantly and at the tone of her voice Linda shifted away with a bright expression. Aaron did his best not to make a face.
"Ms. Tamara Fox! It's good to see you. We were just talking about you," Linda said, authentic in her pleasure. "As beautiful as ever, I see."
"Thank you, Linda." Tam giggled. "It's been a while."
The pair shared laughs and a drink, but he could feel her gazing at him from the corner of her eye. Infatuation. He could sense it inside her. Was it because of his hypnosis? There was a connection, a flame waiting to be lit.
"As a nurse, I assure you that I will do my best to continue convincing my family," Tam said.
"Convincing? Or forcing?" Linda joked. Another small round of chuckles that Aaron didn't participate in. He drank his glass of apple juice empty and listened to their conversation.
Due to their shared occupation as nurses, they shared much in common, from political ideology to work stories. Aaron kept silent throughout it all. There wasn't much room for him to talk anyway. Soon, another joined their little group. Mallory Moxon, the daughter of Lew Moxon, a frizzled-hair redhead wearing a black dress with a white top. The conversation turned to the construction of a new hospital supported by Lex Luthor.
There was a reason Gotham struggled with crime and corruption. With four public hospitals and eleven private ones, the citizens could hardly receive healthcare without being hounded with unwarranted bills. The private institutions were run by mobsters and the unsavoury. Coupled with its vast population of over ten million, there was simply no way for the ordinary to live under the hammer of the Joker or Bane or whichever supervillain that decided to take over the city.
Linda and Tam seemed to be major proprietors of healthcare and equitable wealth. Mallory Maxon wore a forced smile and nodded along egregiously. She looked polite but it seemed she had other ambitions.
"The Fox Hospital would certainly incur the wrath of the Cosa Nostra," said Mallory. "Damaged cars, causing unnecessary traffic, increasing the number of injured. I wouldn't be surprised if they went to such lengths."
"I thought they were gone," Linda said, tilting her glass. "Have they done something recently?"
Aaron caught the slight wince in Mallory's fingers. "Yes," she replied, smiling flatly. "Regardless, the East End is dangerous. I only hope things go well for you."
"They will," Mallory said, sending a look to Tam. "Isn't that right?"
"Right." Tam looked away, losing the colour in her eyes, before brightening up at the sight of Aaron. "So, Aaron, how is it going? I noticed you haven't called me back."
"I've been busy," Aaron responded blankly.
"Aw. We should get together." Tam came to his side and brushed arms flirtatiously. "Maybe have a few drinks~"
Tam winked and laughed it off. The two women seemed to shrug it off as playful flirting but not Aaron. He understood and his mind flashed of their sessions together at the hospital. Her warped, fucked up face, her saliva and taste, her golden-brown ass glistening and making waves. His cock twitched in his pants.
Aaron decided to excuse himself from the conversation. Tam pouted, looping her arm around his and pressing her black figure against him, but he very calmly pushed her off.
'Way too desperate,' he thought. Tam was a good fuck, better than her mother for sure, but not that much better. If Cassandra was his favourite, Vicki was his side piece, and Tanya was a paid fuck, then Tam was probably something of a last resort.
He encountered familiar faces. Dr. Thompkins, identifiable through her short brown hair and golden hoop earrings, garbed in a black flare dress. She approached him with a skip in her step and shamelessly glanced at his crotch.
"You look well, Mr. Aaron Reigner," Dr. Thompkins said, smiling knowingly. "Eyeing out competitors, I assume?"
Aaron stiffened. "No."
"Good." Dr. Thompkins laughed and dragged some poor woman towards him. "This is my daughter, Jada. You wouldn't believe it but she's almost thirty-one and a doctor. She's been running my clinic for the past year now. She's an incredible woman."
Jada looked embarrassed. With chin-length brown hair and piercing grey-blue eyes complimented by a navy blue slip dress, she wasn't the most voluptuous or prettiest of the ladies here. But she was authentic and ordinary and clearly a hard-worker judging by the covered-up marks on her arms.
"Ignore my mom," Jada said, brushing her aside. "You're Aaron, right? My mom won't stop talking about you."
Aaron didn't know what to say. "Thanks?"
"We live on Crime Alley," Dr. Thompkins interjected. "Come visit me or her or us any time."
"Sure…"
"Ahem." Jada cleared her throat, showing her embarrassment much more than him. "It seems as though Gotham has been wild the past few weeks–what, with the attack and all."
"Agreed," Aaron replied.
"Harley and Ivy usually aren't like this," Jada said. "I mean, Harley was a part of the Justice League at one point."
Aaron blinked twice. "She was?"
Jada bobbed her head up and down. "It was a rumour and a brief tenure but I'm certain it was verified by reputable sources."
"She's not all bad, you know," Dr. Thompkins interjected, strangely firm. "She has her problems but she's a girl trying her best to improve."
Aaron tilted his head slightly, intrigued. "You sound like you know her, doctor."
"I do." Dr. Thompkins smiled to herself, the edges of her eyes crinkling. "I did. Once, a long time ago, she was a patient I treated. I listened to her struggles." She met his gaze with hardened optimism. "I treat everyone, see. I listen to everyone. That's the kind of clinic we Thompkins run. It's a place where everyone regardless of status can heal, even someone like Harley Quinn."
"Huh." Aaron glanced between her and the chandeliers, imagining the psycho clown woman as a superhero. "Interesting."
Dr. Thompkins' light brown eyes twinkled. "About as interesting as you coming to visit, hoho~"
Thank god their conversation wasn't longer than five minutes; he wasn't sure if he'd be able to handle the fifty-six year old woman's lecherous eyes. Jada was nice but he wasn't particularly intrigued by her. She was a normal woman with a normal body and personality. His type was less…bland.
Sid Bunderslaw, the Director of Physical Operations, was present as well. Seeing the man outside of his sex tapes, outside of fucking Vicki Vale, was awkward. He was a reserved man with a business-like aura around him. The party was a rendezvous for him to catch up with his business friends. There was no need to interact with him since Aaron wasn't one of those friends.
'Oh.' Aaron stopped, a tad nervous. He might not have had to interact with Sid but there was someone much worse and much richer than him. 'It's her...'
The lady of the night, the woman who stood above all others under tonight's moon: Tanya Fox. There was a spark when he approached her. Despite being surrounded by three youngsters, she noticed him instantly and her bow-shaped lips bloomed into a wide smile.
"It's great to see you, Mr. Aaron." Professionally and with decades long experience, she turned to her guests. "Jace, Hadiyah, Vol. Please, meet Aaron Reigner. An excellent worker at Wayne Tech. When it comes to nagging reports and inventory tasks, he is your man."
Aaron shook hands with Jace. He was handsome, with a short afro and fade, and had a mindful grip. Hadiyah was a hijabi, solemn and showing in her body language that she preferred to keep her hands to herself. Fair enough, he would respect it. Her dress was conservative and cobalt in colour. A gorgeous woman in her own right. Vol was a dumb blond and obviously didn't want to be here. The way they shook hands was clanky and Aaron concluded Vol wouldn't be participating much.
"Great to meet you all." Aaron tried to be enthusiastic about it but his voice came out flat and bored. In his head, he cringed at himself but moved past it. "Jace, right? What do you do?"
Jace chuckled and jabbed a thumb at Tanya. "I'm the esteemed eldest son of the Fox family."
"Oh." Aaron paused to digest the newfound information. His brain went haywire, scanning Tanya anxiously.
"You might know me as Tim Fox, the party guy," he said sheepishly. "But I go by Jace now."
The pieces fit again. Aaron exhaled. "I see."
"We actually live in New York but, well, fundraising for our new hospital made us come back," Jace explained.
"Not to mention as a way to celebrate the workers," Tanya chipped in, raising a glass. "Cheers?"
"Cheers," Aaron said, lightly tapping his glass against Tanya's. He could tell she liked that. A lot. Beneath those hazel-coated lay a woman thirsty for his attention.
'Right in front of your son too?' Aaron hid his amusement behind his glass.
"How well is Wayne Tech doing? Any issues regarding shipments overseas?" It was Hadiyah. She was as serious as he expected her to be and Aaron gave her an equally serious response.
"Everything has been smooth so far. There was some turbulence from Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn's attack on our building–"
"I read about that on the news," Jace said. Concern and faux emotion etched his face. "Mom keeps insisting everybody is okay but–"
"Jace," Tanya warned, annoyed by his sudden curiosity. A heated tension brewed but Aaron spoke before it could implode.
"Nobody was hurt. As I'm sure Mrs. Tanya said, we all went through check-ups at West Mercy Hospital. There was a gas leak last week that stopped us from going to work but we should be returning in-person soon."
"Yes," Tanya said, nodding along. "The manager told me many times that things are under control."
"Still," Jace said, facing him. "If something happens, let me know. I'm a FoxTech executive. I'm sure my branches could work with yours. Support where support is needed."
"I'll let my supervisor know of your generous offer," Aaron replied carefully.
'I know your game. You're the Batman of New York, of course you want to know all about the attack. Expanding your network and reach is vital to your operation.'
"Not necessary, Jace. FoxTech and WayneTech already have a tight-knit relationship," a deep voice commented. The group turned and Aaron's heart raced.
It was Lucius Fox. Lucius motherfucking Fox. No doubt about it: that timber-like voice, the grey hair, and the glasses. It was him. The CEO and President of Wayne Enterprises. The richest man in the room. The billionaire who gained the Wayne fortune and propelled himself as the second wealthiest man on the face of the Earth. A legendary businessman who alongside Bruce Wayne ushered Wayne Enterprises into a new era.
And the guy whose wife he was piping.
He was taller than Aaron expected, meeting him eye-to-eye. The man oozed a calm aura of charisma. His suit was dark, had a shiny lapel, and was so smooth that Aaron could find no creases no matter how hard he looked. The young man wasn't tense but he certainly wasn't relaxed either. This was his boss, after all. The final boss. The boss of bosses. Even so, he maintained his stoic mask.
"Hello, sir. It's an honour." Aaron probably didn't make it sound like one. "I'm Aaron Reigner."
"Good to meet you, young man." Lucius Fox patted him on the shoulder and blinded him with a pearly white smile. "My wife has been telling me about you and your friends. Amazing work. Wayne Enterprises does not forget your efforts."
Lucius offered a handshake. Aaron took it.
Discreetly, he glanced at Tanya. Aaron could see it in her. There was something arousing about shaking hands with Lucius Fox, her husband, the man who he was cucking into oblivion. Whose penis was three times smaller than his; whose fingers were half as dexterous and skilled. The small twitch in Tanya's lips and the sway of her hips spoke volumes. She liked it. She wanted them to meet–for her husband to meet the man fucking her harder than he ever could.
His eyes settled back on Lucius. While Tanya aged like wine, appearing to be in her forties, Lucius was exactly as he looked. A rich black man in his mid-fifties.
"Thank you, sir."
"Ah, my apologies, but I listened to a little of your conversation. I just want to let you know that the investigation regarding their attack is still happening." There was a twinkle in Lucius' eyes. A strategy. A hidden meaning. "We are quite close to reaching the truth as well. The Gotham Police have cooperated wonderfully."
'Oh...I see what you're doing, Lucius Fox.'
Lucius WANTED Aaron to tell everyone in the company. How cunning. It was a method to bring the employees comfort without actually having to give an official statement.
'Wait a minute. Lucius Fox leads We Are Robin and his son Jace is Batman in New York. They're a part of the extended Bat Family. Maybe…'
Maybe he was overextending his hand but he wanted to try it anyway. Plus, anybody in his place would ask this question regardless. Aaron was an ordinary man. He was going to play that part.
"I'm sure Batman will do something about it," Aaron said.
"Oh?" A quirk of the brow from Lucius and a shift in Jace. For anybody else, it would mean nothing. To Aaron, it confirmed everything. "You think so?" Lucius asked.
"Years ago, Mr. Wayne announces that he funds the Bat," Aaron pointed out. "You could say Batman is almost like a coworker to many of us here in Wayne Tech."
Lucius laughed boisterously, head tilted back. "That's one way to put it, yes. Mr. Wayne has his strange habits. In the past, I entertained many of them. Nowadays, with what's been happening with Gotham," he clicked his tongue, his smile strained, "not so much."
The CEO wanted to end the conversation. Interesting. Aaron didn't push further. His character was calm and collected, knowing when to ask and when to keep quiet. Jeopardising his ordinary life and persona wouldn't be wise.
Others began to join. With Lucius Fox's presence, there was bound to be interference. He was like a black hole sucking in all the attention. The rich, the regular employees, the mobsters pretending not to be mobsters–there were many itching to talk to the billionaire. Aaron shifted away and ended up attaching himself to Hadiyah. She was quiet and articulate and limited her alcohol intake.
"You don't drink?" Hadiyah asked after a while of hanging around.
"Not really. I specifically asked for apple juice every time."
There was a flash of surprise on her face as well as approval. "Same." The yellow substance in her wine glass swished. Hadiyah asked, "Religious reasons or something else?"
"I think alcohol culture is weird, is all."
What he did for Riko and Izzy, for example, was an exception, not the norm. He would typically never leave his house to drink unless he really, really needed to, like if he was forced to do overtime for three weeks straight or his supervisor was begging him to come.
"Fair enough."
Again, they were identical in temperament. Conversation was natural and they began talking as if they were old friends. Hours passed and as the atmosphere of the charity event grew lighter and tipsier they became more and more isolated. Closer.
"You two look like you're having fun." A sudden appearance and comment from the well-dressed Jace. There was a strange discord in his voice. He stood beside Hadiyah, confident and assured.
Hadiyah rolled her eyes and nudged him back with her elbow. "Relax, Jace. We're just talking."
Jace raised a hand, smiling. "I know, I know. I invited you as my date so I don't want you straying too far."
"Date is a loose word," Hadiyah shot back. "I said I would accompany you."
"Same difference."
A cheeky smile from Jace. A half-laugh, half-sigh from Hadiyah. Aaron eyed the pair. 'Am I imagining it or is there romantic tension between the two?'
"You're impossible."
"Sorry, sorry, just joking." With a laugh and a graceful nod at Aaron, Jace went to refill his drink. Hadiyah sighed again.
"Don't worry about him," Hadiyah said. "We've known each other for a decade now, since boarding school. He gets overprotective sometimes."
"Oh. I see."
"He's a nice guy," Hadiyah said. "I could never hate him even if he does sometimes go a little far."
"I get it. He seems cool."
Inevitably, there came an announcement from Tanya. She thanked the employees from attending and her friends for coming despite the adjustments on the date. She listed some names, including Aaron's, her family's, and dozens of others. Then she said the name Ethan and the ambivalence of the room shifted.
"And of course, most of all, I'd like to thank Ethan. He was twenty-seven. He was young. He had a bright future." Tanya sighed wearily and placed a hand under her cheek. "He was more than an executive assistant. He was family. His name will not be forgotten in the walls of Wayne Enterprises."
Tanya was resolute and strong. The audience was convinced of her compassion. Aaron sipped quietly amongst them.
'Cheating on your husband while exchanging smiles and tragedies. You're more impressive than I thought, Tanya.'
There was a moment of silence.
"For Wayne Enterprises!" Tanya raised her glass high and proud. "For the future!"
The room burst into applause and clicks of glass. Aaron did it with his duo, Hadiyah, who was smiling thinly. She enjoyed the speech but not the gulps of wine going down people's throats. Suddenly, the stench of alcohol turned thicker. The charity event, now that all the pleasantries were done, delegated into something less professional. Aaron dared to say it was close to chaos. Couples started leaving in droves, no doubt about to get down and dirty.
If Lucius wasn't with her, he was sure Tanya would have wanted to leave with him. Her fuck-me eyes were digging into his back and as they came closer to departure he realized he couldn't ignore her any longer.
"You know," Tanya whispered, grabbing ahold of him when he came close, "I hold Lucius's cock in a pencil grip. With yours, I can extend my thumb." She snickered into his ear and pulled back with a sly smile.
Now loud enough for bystanders to hear, Tanya said, "I hope to see you again, Mr. Reigner." Her left hand, which had been on his waist, brushed his rear. Lucius was right there in front of him, watching unknowingly.
"Next time," Aaron replied.
The husband-wife pair left. There was commotion and a ton of applause but as the time dragged by the hall was almost empty. He thought he was nearing the end of the night. Nope.
'Like mother, like daughter, I suppose.'
Tamara Fox came up to him with the same swagger as her mother and was accompanied by two familiar faces: Iman Avesta and Jaina Hudson. Tam didn't need to speak either. The diligent Iman did all the work for her and there was nothing he could realistically say to bud out.
"Come. We're about to leave with some others," Iman said. "It'll be nice company."
Aaron held in a sigh. "Sure."
The very same black limo came at the front outside. The fancy dress and suits of Tam, Jaina, Iman, Hadiyah, Vol, and Jace. Four women, four men, all young and tipsy. In Jace's case, his cheeks were so pink that he was basically drunk. Ironic. Aaron was quite certain he was the youngest among the group and the poorest, yet he was the least drunk and seemingly the most responsible. As they got into the limo, he popped the question. The results weren't surprising.
"He's old old," Tam said, gesturing at her brother. "Thirty. Can you believe it?"
"I'm probably the oldest," Iman added. "I'm thirty two."
"You are way too comfortable giving out your age," Jaina responded. "The mystery of age adds to the allure of a woman."
"As if," Hadiyah rebuked. "I'm thirty as well. Nothing to be proud or ashamed of. It is what it is."
"Anyone want to guess my age?" Tam asked. She batted her eyelashes at Aaron.
"She's twenty-five, almost twenty-six this February," Jace said. "That should be obvious, to be honest–"
"Jace!" Tam huffed in annoyance, slipping glances at Aaron.
"Where are we headed, by the way?" Aaron asked in an effort to switch the subject.
"Hold up, hold up," Jace said with a knowing smile. "We'll tell you once you answer with your age."
"Twenty-five," Aaron responded dully. There was a flash of shock across everyone's face.
"Wait, wait…are you the youngest here? When is your birthday?" Vol asked. The dumb blond was finally speaking and as expected he wasn't the most sociable. "You look like you're nearing your thirties."
"I'm definitely not," Aaron said flatly. "Iman used to do lectures at my university."
"I will be honest," Iman began. "Despite remembering that, I assumed you were older."
Aaron's face levelled. He didn't understand how they could possibly be this emotional over his age. He was stoic and anti-social but that didn't mean he was old.
He was told they were headed to a fancy bar. Hadiyah was evidently uncomfortable and requested to be dropped off. Aaron did the same.
"Are you sure?" Jace asked Hadiyah. "We're not going to make you drink."
"I'm alright. My place is far away so just drop me off here. I can call a taxi. Plus," Hadiyah gestured at Aaron, "he'll walk me home."
'I will?'
"Sure," Aaron said. Oddly enough, he received a soft glare from Jace. He didn't understand it at first but seeing the way he softened at Hadiyah's voice gave him his answer.
'Jace likes Hadiyah. Huh. Interesting.' Aaron smiled. 'That must be nice.'
She was strong-willed, quiet, and most of all, loyal. She, Jace, and Vol had known each other since boarding school and could rely on each other for almost anything. Aaron guessed she was also aware of Jace's status as the Batman of New York simply because of their closeness. In general, the two radiated chemistry and secretly exchanged meaningful glances.
'It's not entirely one-sided then. Hadiyah seems to know that Jace is crushing on her.'
There was a bit more back and forth but eventually they were dropped off in the middle of nowhere. Jace's face said that he was unsure of the idea but he couldn't do anything about it. It was Hadiyah's decision, not to mention she was in a bad mood already.
"You hate alcohol that much?" Aaron asked.
Her nose flared up. "The stench disgusts me."
'Well, that explains that.'
"Let's walk," Hadiyah suddenly said. "Forget the taxi."
"Can I ask why?"
"I need to stretch my legs."
Her outfit wasn't very form-fitting so she could definitely walk comfortably. Still, it was midnight and they were in the middle of Cherry Hills. Hadiyah claimed it was a twenty minute walk but still. Whether it was the north-west or the east end, Gotham was Gotham. There might statistically be less crime here but there was still enough to make any other urban city shudder.
Aaron scanned their surroundings with every step whilst talking to Hadiyah. She seemed keenly interested in him and their topics of conversation ranged from dating to Batman to politics. Weirdly enough, they tended to agree on a lot of things. Hadiyah looked impressed. A tad relieved too that someone agreed with her on so much.
Cherry Hills was exactly as he expected it to be. A range of big, fat houses with impressive lawns and lights. They weren't for the mega-rich but those who were millionaires or close to it. Doctors, high-end engineers, and higher-ups of Wayne Enterprises. They were not mansions but something close to it. Hadiyah's family was wealthy. He anticipated a temporary home with five-rooms, three bathrooms, twin garages, and a wide lawn, yet the sight surprised him nevertheless. He figured it was five times the size of his apartment unit. With the millions now in his bank account, he considered upgrading to a house like this. The neighbourhood was safe and quiet and it wasn't too far from work.
Aaron glanced at Hadiyah. He wanted to ask for advice and suggestions but now that they were at the door there was a mysterious mood. He couldn't raise the topic. His throat felt stuck.
"I guess I'll see you later," Aaron said instead. He put a hand in his pocket and was ready to call a taxi. Hadiyah, however, cut in before he could do so.
"Would you like to come in for tea?"
He glanced at the starry night. "I would love to, but it's getting late."
"Ten minutes," Hadiyah pressed. "I insist. You walked me back. This is the least I can do."
Aaron stared at her emptily. He could tell she was getting nervous.
'What in the world is happening?' Aaron asked himself. 'Why is every woman I'm meeting all of a sudden interested in me? Did having sex with Cassandra give me pheromones or something?'
He was a virgin just some weeks ago and now he was bagging women left and right. Even religious women like Tanya and Hadiyah couldn't seem to resist his charm.
'No, wait, calm down.' He looked at her again. She was different from Tanya–she wasn't an idiot. She wasn't overcome with lust or anything. She was interested in him platonically or romantically. It was different from Vicki or Tam or Tanya. 'I might as well do it. Plus, it's possible she knows something like Vicki.'
He nodded and entered. Hadiyah wasn't bristling in excitement but he could sense some trepidation. He relaxed in the living room, waiting for her to brew tea. The expensive, golden coloured table gave him something to occupy himself with.
When she returned with the two hot cups, the classic grassy, light smell of tea invaded his nose. It was amazing. He took the cup with great reverence and his tongue lapped up the brown substance eagerly.
"This is amazing," Aaron said, his voice showing more emotion than it had the entire night. "How'd you brew this?"
'I'm sure Cassandra would love it.'
"It's an adjusted brew I made from a family recipe. I suppose I could tell you."
Aaron smiled. "You suppose?"
She met his gaze with a chuckle. "Yes, I suppose. Meaning, maybe or perhaps. You'll have to prove yourself."
They shared a hearty chuckle. She pulled the cup to her lips and drank. Aaron watched. All of a sudden, he got an idea. It was disgusting and definitely illegal. But he thought of Cassandra and how it could help her and all of a sudden it didn't matter.
Their discussion wasn't deep but it was certainly long. When Hadiyah got up to go to the bathroom, he, after much deliberation, spat in her drink.
'I can't believe I'm doing this.'
However, if his theory was correct, he could hypnotize her with his saliva. If his sperm could it, why couldn't any of his other fluids? Since pissing and cumming were out of the picture, one option remained..
Hadiyah returned, all smiles. The atmosphere was great and Aaron felt bad for doing this. But his desire to help Gotham and Cassandra outweighed whatever moral implications were involved.
"So you were saying about your college professor?" Aaron said, acting casual.
"Oh, yes." His gaze trailed Hadiyah's fingers curling around the cup. "He failed me simply because he couldn't accept being wrong. The office got involved. They sided with me, of course."
"Of course," Aaron supplied.
Hadiyah picked it up and drank. Aaron waited. He watched.
There was silence.
He met her eyes.
Empty.
"Hello?"
Her response was immediate. "Yes, Master."
Relief flowed from his breath. "When I snap my fingers and say, 'Gotham's Reigner', you will snap out of control. When I say it again, you will re-hypnotized. Understood?" A nod from Hadiyah. "Good. Now, do you know about Jace Fox and Batman?"
"Yes, Master. I know about his vigilantism because I am Nobody."
His eyes narrowed. "Nobody?"
"An off-shoot of the Question. From Renee Montoya, the second Question specifically. I am a vigilante," Hadiyah explained. "I am Nobody."
He tilted his head. "So what do you know exactly? About Leviathan and the League of Shadows?"
"Through various superhero networks and the findings in the library of the Guild of Detection, I have discovered they have been setting up tournaments. They capture fifty-two men and fifty-two women and force them to participate in games."
Aaron blinked seven times. That was a lot to digest. "Why?"
"To find The One. That is why."
"Who is The One?"
"I don't know. They are searching for him, Master. That is all I know of The One."
He licked his lips. His eyes went up and down her coated blue figure. No sign of her brown complexion but he could see signs of her curves, so subtle he thought he was imagining it.
His pants tightened. All of a sudden, he felt thirsty.
"Fuck," he muttered to himself, rubbing his eyes. He wasn't going to have sex with her, not when she didn't give consent–
"Master." A warmth touched his crotch. He froze and tilted his head up. Hadiyah had come uncomfortably close, her hijab bordering her face beautifully. They didn't kiss, however, as she continued massaging his cock through his pants. "I wish to serve you."
"Right…who is saying this?" His breath touched her lips. "My servant or Hadiyah?"
"Both," she replied, leaning in closer till their foreheads touched. "My consciousness is fighting your hypnosis but still finds you very, very hot." She shuddered. "I've never invited a man to my home before. My mother has been begging for me to marry. Jace was one of my options, but then you appeared. You are much more attractive and we get along well." Her fingers laced around his zipper. "You are ordinary. Unproblematic. Safe."
"So that's what this was about. Getting me to eventually marry you?" His lips twisted upwards. "How long until you tell me?"
Hadiyah, her conscious mind working in tandem with the hypnosis, took a few seconds to conjure an answer. "Three months. However, if it came down to just sex, I would have settled for it tonight. You're quite the catch."
Aaron barked out a chuckle. "Three months and then asking for my hand in marriage? And sex on the first night? Not even a date? You really were desperate." He could feel his cock getting harder and her hands slipping through to touch it. "Alright. I'll give you the night of your life but no more. This marriage nonsense of yours is not for me to deal with."
"Yes, Master."
Her red lips pecked his. Her arms and legs enveloped his body. Sitting on the sofa, they kissed and tasted each other till they were sick of it. His hands attempted to grope her breasts through her dress but she wore a thick bra. Annoyed, Aaron broke away from her and ordered her to strip everything but her religious garment.
Hadiyah obediently peeled off her dress, giving him one hell of a show while doing so. She stood in the middle of the living room, twirling on her feet while displaying her dark brown complexion and her plain blue bra and panties. Aaron licked his lips. She wasn't voluptuous but he enjoyed her figure nonetheless. Not too top heavy or bottom heavy–somewhere in the middle. B-cups and a toned booty.
Aaron had tossed away his jacket and tie, leaving him in his buttoned white collared shirt and pants. Hadiyah crept onto him like a snack, unbuttoning his shirt slowly while peppering him with kisses.
Her scent was all over the place, musky and identical to wood. He loved it. Smelling her hijab and scanning her near naked body felt fantastic. Arms on the sofa, feeling lazy and drained from the party, he felt like a king.
His cock sprang out as Hadiyah pulled his pants and boxers down. The sheer look of shock amused him as it was very rare that his hypnotized victims could show emotions in the first place. Hadiyah was stronger-willed than he anticipated.
But watching her go down on his shaft made his amusement turn to pleasure. The wet warmth of her tongue sliding down his veins. It was phenomenal to see the hijabi bend to his cock, rear raised and prepped for him to grab. There was a large flat television screen attached to the wall, high above. He could see his reflection and the obedient way she was serving him. To the side of him, kneeling forward, as he sat back and watched.
Hadiyah wasn't particularly skilled and it was her pride and temperament that gave her any level of ability. Regardless, he welcomed her clumsy mistakes. Her fingers experimented on his glans, checking for what made his cock twitch.
"Good, right there," Aaron instructed, kneading her brown rear. A groan came out. "Yeah, that's it. Good, good."
Growing bold, she decided to deepthroat him. Bad mistake. Her gag reflex made her recoil back and she began coughing. Aaron waited, eyeing her with increasing lust.
"This is the best you can do, huh?" He hummed to himself, thinking. His balls were aching from the subtle teasing Tanya and Tam gave tonight. "I guess it's time I blow your mind."
Their positions changed. Hadiyah lay flat on the sofa, clutching a pillow with her head buried, back and rear curving out towards him. Her cunt glistened between her ass cheeks while his cock was hard and ready. Pale beige on a creamy brown.
He was about to take her virginity. That sacred part of her life that should have been done with her husband.
"Oh well." There was something wrong festering inside Aaron and he couldn't stop it, not when the opportunity was right there. He pulled her ass cheeks apart and fucking drilled into her. Hadiyah let out a gasp as her cunt was filled to the brim. He wasn't easing himself, he wasn't taking it easy. He was just shoving his cock like it was some sort of toy, feeling her tight virgin walls envelop him. The melting sensation gave him a breath of relief.
"Oooh~!" Her chin went on top of the pillow, granting her the space to talk.
"You like it?" Aaron asked, grinning. He went an inch deeper. Judging by the moan she let out bashfully, she liked that.
"Yes, yes!" Her throat hitched. "I've…I've never felt anything like this! Why would anyone not want this!?"
"Because some people can't do it!"
The muffled sound of flesh on flesh was heavenly to his ears. His pelvis slamming into her rear over and over again, palms to her sides. He just kept drilling and drilling till even the hypnosis began to wear down from the overstimulation. Being the inexperienced virgin she was, his full length couldn't stay inside her for long. There was a wall he was bending with his entire length and he could tell by prodding it that he wasn't supposed to go any further. So he didn't.
The claps of flesh lessened but her moans and shouts grew. Size wasn't everything. His sheer technique, his ability to strike the proper spots at the right moments–those were aspects of fucking Aaron blew every other man out of the waters and honed like a sword when he was with Cassandra.
"It's too good! Too good! God! For the love of–" Hadiyah burst into a fit of moans. "Gooood~!"
There was a satisfied smirk on his face. Her backside curled and shook with every diligent thrust. He could also hear the sofa creak and move from their weight. The classic sound of unhinged springs. The background hum of aggressive and untamed rutting.
"Please! Please! So good! Amazing! Amazingamazingamazing! You're a god! Your cock is a godddd~!"
He continued to kiss her womb. Her head tilted back as an orgasm took over. He heard her squirting and the coach getting wet. The springs underneath continued to make music.
"So sensitive," Aaron muttered, pausing to let her exhale.
Hadiyah was yammering in Arabic. Whether they were swear words or something else, he was sure they would be incomprehensible even to a native speaker. She was breaking. Truly breaking. Her consciousness was fading into the hypnosis as he tore her insides literally and figuratively.
Hadiyah was screaming, so much more vocal than he had anticipated. "God! God! GOD! IT'S SO DEEP! YOU'RE SO DEEP INSIDE MEEEE~!"
Then she buried herself into her pillow again. Aaron sighed needily as he casually fucked her. He moved his entire body alongside his torso, which curled and fucked her cunt. There was no mess or excess sweat, the blue curtain of soft, thick fabric holding in her hair.
The sofa creaked wildly, moping in conjunction to Aaron's whims. It looked expensive, truth be told, yet when a man and a woman came to fuck it was as usable as any cheap fuck place.
"YOUR! BIG! WHITE! COCK! IS! TOO MUUUCH!"
She shook. She came. She screamed. She begged.
Hadiyah was utterly his. He had conquered her. All that was left was to plant his seed.
In the hurricane of primal instincts, overrun decision-making, and lack of patience, he slammed into her one last time, slumped till his lips touched her ears, and announced his climax.
His load was monstrous. The sofa lurched forward one last time as he went in balls-deep, bending that sacred wall of hers to its limit, before blasting it with his jizz. He immediately pulled back as ice cold logic dropped on his head. His cock throbbed and painted her insides completely white. As his long dick flopped out, it landed on her rump with meaty thwack!
He pumped out several strings onto her caramel backside and sacred headscarf, tainting both body and mind sacrilegiously.
The living room was hot and sweaty and the back of his throat felt dry. Hadiyah was awake but still digesting the ecstasy he bestowed her and couldn't go past the state of being completely fucked. A brief session, for sure, but very fulfilling for Aaron. That strange weight in his mind disappeared, the thing that had been urging him to rail her brains out softening alongside his dick.
'My powers probably affect my mental state.' Again, Aaron was cool-minded. Fucking a virgin Muslim woman was something he would ordinarily never do since it would bring more trouble to himself. 'Now that it's all said and done though…'
He stared down at the brown cum-coated ass and backside. He swallowed and looked away. 'Ugh, what if she gets pregnant…fuck…'
"Alright, I fucked her. It's a done deal. Nothing I can do about it, consequences be damned," he said to himself, mostly out of nerves. He inhaled deeply and reevaluated his situation. "Hadiyah is Nobody, some sort of vigilante helping Jace's Batman. That's good to know."
There was a vibration, the sound of a phone buzzing. He checked Hadiyah's pile of discarded clothes and found the sleek device responsible. He went over to Hadiyah, used to her fingerprint to unlock the phone, then checked what was up. It was a text from Jaina Hudson. He scrolled up and read their prior messages. Jaina seemed to invite Hadiyah to many of her charity events. Fair enough, given Hadiyah was a socialite like her. But within the blocks of text, he sensed some hostility.
'No, it's more like suspicion?' he thought, rereading the texts.
It was mostly from Hadiyah's end. Her texts occasionally prodded at certain points and she raised questions where there shouldn't have been. All of it culminated into this single text Jaina sent her three minutes ago.
> Jaina Hudson: Hello, Hadiyah. I hope you got home safe. I left Jace and the others at the bar. Would you like to discuss what you mentioned at the party?
Aaron's brows furrowed. He reread their previous conversations but couldn't find a hint as to what she was referring to. Hadiyah's messages, though suspicious, were nothing more than that: slightly iffy. She questioned whether Jaina attended a particular party or if she donated to a certain family. Strange, yes, but easily explained away. This…whatever they had discussed tonight was important.
A plan started to piece together in his head. Aaron smiled and texted back.
> Hadiyah: Yes, of course. I will link my address. Come.
Serious and properly capitalized, like Hadiyah usually typed. Aaron saw that Jaina had seen the message.
Now he had to wait.
***
Hadiyah's house was fitted with cameras at every angle. Her laptop, phone, and bluetooth were connected to them as well, alerting her to unwanted intruders. Additionally, her cameras conducted a facial recognition scan and told her who exactly the intruder was. It was incredible, really.
'She must be the chair behind Jace's Batman.'
The Muslim woman in question was sleeping in her room. The combined exhaustion of the party and his dick was too much. Even if he ordered her to stay awake, she would barely be able to move. Her legs were limb, she said, and she could feel her abdomen aching from his missing cock. If Hadiyah walked, she would collapse in a pool of her own drool.
"JAINA HUDSON HAS ARRIVED. FRONT DOOR," said Hadiyah's automated system. He made sure the bluetooth was still in his ear and checked the front door camera on the laptop. There she was, Jaina Hudson, the big-titty Indian woman with a great mystery behind her.
Tonight, he was going to solve that mystery. 'You're welcome, Hadiyah.'
A knock came from the door. Aaron inhaled, shut off the cameras, readied himself, and opened the door.
He saw the flash of surprise on Jaina's face. She was still in that fancy black dress of hers and Aaron's mind was momentarily drawn to those jugs. His resolve, however, came through and he closed the distance between the two of them and forced her into a kiss. He wrapped his hands around her head and he could feel the woman jolt and squirm as his tongue lashed out inside her.
"W-what–"
Jaina was able to pull away, panting and lips wet with his saliva.
"Aaron Reigner, what are you doing–?"
Her question came too late. His essence had made its way inside her. Immediately, her green eyes which were previously brimming with life, dimmed into a puppet's.
"You're mine," Aaron said, cleaning his lips with his tongue. "When I snap my fingers and say, 'Gotham's Reigner', you will snap out of control. When I say it again, you will re-hypnotized."
Silence, then a response. "Yes…" Jaina's tone was so dull one might have thought she was a robot. To think a woman could lose so much of her charm simply by losing her will power. It was fascinating but also terrifying.
Seeing the seductive woman getting the life sucked out of her sprouted doubts in his mind. He was telling himself this was for Cassandra, for justice, but that didn't change how fucked up it was.
"Let's just get inside first," Aaron grumbled to himself. "Follow me."
Jaina Hudson was directly behind as they went over to the living room. Although clean from the stains of sex, there was still the foul stench which he couldn't cover up with the air freshener. He sat her down next to him the same way Hadiyah did. It was time to interrogate.
"Who are you?" Aaron asked. "Why do you give me such a bad vibe?"
"I am the criminal White Rabbit. I am a metahuman with the ability of bio-fission."
The admission was empty and devoid of emotion. And yet, despite her unmoving delivery, that explained literally everything. Why Hadiyah was suspicious of her and why she gave off the same feeling as the woman he fucked at the Iceberg Lounge.
"You can split yourself into two," Aaron muttered. "That explains it. That's why you reminded me of White Rabbit. She's your other self. Interesting. Any other powers?"
"I possess super speed."
"Like a rabbit. Makes sense." Next question. "What was the conversation you had with Hadiyah?"
"She claimed to know my secret," Jaina responded blankly. "I came because I was afraid she knew that I was White Rabbit."
"What crimes have you committed?" She must have been a low-tier villain because Aaron had never heard of her until today.
"I fought alongside Bane twice. I was also involved in the breakout of Arkham Asylum," Jaina admitted without reservation.
"Great." Aaron leaned back on the sofa, all of a sudden feeling like he was getting a headache. "Unknown to the general public but deadly and probably on the GCPD's list of wanted supervillains."
He stared at her, breathing through his mouth in annoyance. Jaina's eyes reflected back a blurry form. "Alright, if I were to order you to split, would I still maintain control over you and White Rabbit?"
"I don't know."
"Is it a separate personality from you?"
"Yes."
"Can she listen to our conversations?"
"Yes."
Her answer gave him pause. Should he risk summoning White Rabbit? He could kiss her and gain control of her psyche but would it break again upon reformation?
Aaron didn't know. Neither him or his servant had encountered anything like this.
'Super speed. That's her primary power, right? Hm…'
He asked a few additional questions. White Rabbit possessed the proportional speed of a rabbit; therefore, she could run up to 175 mph. She could easily outpace him. He weighed the pros and cons. In the event she split and wasn't under his control, what would she do? Attack him? There was the worry of the future as well. Should he just order her to never summon White Rabbit again?
It sounded risky. His ability was based on the psyche and White Rabbit was some sort of split personality. There was a chance she could break through.
He peered down at the valley that was her cleavage. God, he wanted to shove his cock down–
'Focus.' Aaron slapped his forehead. 'Don't let your powers overtake you.'
Jaina was unflinching. Though unnerving, Aaron appreciated the lack of judgement. He rolled his shoulders, controlled his breathing, and made a choice.
"Do it. Split yourself. Make White Rabbit appear."
She nodded and her person was wrapped in a golden light. Aaron squinted and raised a hand to witness the bio-fission. Her body split into two equally voluptuous figures and as the bright light calmed down he could see just how different they were. Jaina with her black dress and caramel skin; and White Rabbit with a light complexion and a skimpy bunny girl outfit. They were erotic in their own ways, incredibly exotic and mouth-wateringly sexy.
White Rabbit did not move. Her pink eyes appeared empty and hypnotized, just like her human counterpart.
"Are you under my control?"
"Yes…" White Rabbit muttered. There was resistance. Her pink eyes flickered. Inevitably, however, her willpower died down and she repeated her answer again with greater emptiness. "Yes."
"Take off your mask."
She immediately did as she was told and Aaron scanned her up and down. She had spawned on the sofa next to Jaina, like a magic trick involving a twin. Indeed, despite the contrast in complexion, hair colour, and attire, their facial features were incredibly similar. Without the mask, it was possible for a facial recognition system to catch her, though unlikely.
"From my understanding, the two of you are thieves. Do the two of you have anything on Talia al Ghul or the League of Assassins?" Aaron asked.
They shook their heads simultaneously. "No."
Aaron crossed his legs. He was trying to think of something else to ask. He shrugged and said, "Alright, I guess that's all the questions I have for you. How about a titty fuck?"
Yep, he let his intrusive thoughts loose. Oh well. There was nothing he could do about it. Once he successfully controlled someone, his libido spiked. The one method to relieve it was right in front of him.
"Follow me," Aaron ordered. Hadiyah's house was massive, accommodating five rooms and three bathrooms. Hadiyah could sleep in one room and he could fuck two bad bitches in another and she would be all the more ignorant.
Aaron stretched his arms in the air, groaning, and laid on the queen-sized bed. The white mattress did wonders to his back as did the sight of Jaina and White Rabbit.
He saw the emotions. The spirit inside them wishing to rise and break out.
Just like Hadiyah, he would conquer them and make them completely subservient.
His head rested on the pillow, arms behind him, and he waited. Tentatively, the two came as one, unzipped his pants and pulled them down. His boxers remained and the massive tube running down them gave Jaina pause.
"You haven't seen it, right? This will be an experience."
"What do you mean?" White Rabbit asked, smiling ignorantly. "I am sure we can handle you, Aaron Reigner."
Aaron smiled back. "Don't tell me you've forgotten our session in the Iceberg Lounge, Rabbit?"
Her face fell. Her pink eyes dimmed as if realizing who she was messing with. Jaina, however, did not have the same reaction.
"I've been with Bruce Wayne," Jaina said in an act of defiance. Her chin sat on his thigh, on his right, fighting and fighting unlike her counterpart. "I am sure I can handle–"
Her declaration was cut short when White Rabbit dragged the undergarment down. Her jaw was left hanging open as his fat limp schlong sprang out and landed on her head. Her shimmering emerald eyes went wide as Jaina felt the weight on her.
"Didn't White Rabbit tell you?"
"I…" Jaina was losing the fight. "I…can see her memories but…this is…"
"Too much?" Aaron continued smiling deviously. "Come on, now. Get to work."
Jaina allowed her dress to slip down while White Rabbit removed her corset. Their breasts popped out deliciously and Aaron was taken aback by the size of them. He had adjusted to smaller women so it was a welcomed surprise to see big tits.
Jaina's caramel melons wrapped around his flaccid dick lovingly. Her lips and tongue teased his tip and roused it to awaken. Aaron groaned and felt another warm and wet sensation. Jaina and White Rabbit, as two halves of one whole, were in total sync. Their breasts hugged his shaft together, rubbing and hugging it superbly.
"Fuck, you two are amazing…"
He groaned. His member twitched with life and grew to full length. Jaina and White Rabbit were surprised by its length, especially by how a couple inches were able to peek out from their massive boobs.
"What cup size are you?" Aaron asked, grunting while enduring their dancing tongues.
"G-cups," they responded.
The excitement when he felt their soft mounds wrap around his cock was mind-bending. His head rolled on the pillow as he felt them kiss and hug and tease his big cock. Up and down, squeezing him tight–it was phenomenal.
His bulbous head pulsed and Jaina traced her tongue around the ridge gently, slowly, teasingly. White Rabbit used her breasts more, making sure to go up and down yet not interfering with Jaina.
Aaron wasn't sure he'd last long. Actually, he didn't. Five minutes of their devious and careful titfuck and he was close to climax.
"Fuck, fuck." Aaron groaned and peered at them. They were making eye contact, blissful pink and green pupils in the shape of hearts. They were just as addicted to him as he was to them. They relished in the taste of his pre-cum and the masculine smell of his body. The pillowy feeling combined with their soft lips and bubbling personality made his cock spurt out its first strings without a warning.
They felt the tremors and the twitching yet they were surprised by the long pearly flash of white. Like a fountain, they allowed it to shoot and shoot to his balls' content. Until he was empty and satisfied. Strings of his cum fell back onto their faces. Jaina and White Rabbit stuck their tongues out, waiting for the fountain of life to wash them.
"Haaa…"
Aaron exhaled. His release eventually faded and his cock wilted to the side while submerged in their flesh. His grey eyes sharpened into something between a sex fiend and a demon.
His white essence trailed down their breasts. He could hear them breathing laboriously and with want.
"Not bad," Aaron said, smiling. "But you can do better than that."
Their pride, hidden by the hypnosis, burst to the front of their pupils. They were still in his control, still within the forest of manipulation, but they began to burn the trees with their fiery temper. Watching them clean up with a feverous mix of rage and servitude was hilarious.
Hands behind his head and on the soft pillow, he taunted them, "Hurry up already."
White Rabbit was gone for a hot minute, her superspeed making her a blur even in Aaron's vision. Jaina, meanwhile, replaced her counterpart's perverted role and placed him on her lap. Aaron blinked as her heavy breasts stared back at him, hanging and looking to be sucked. The brown heap of fat was nearly enough to put him into overdrive.
"Come on then," Jaina said, fueling with resistance and delirium. "Let us see what you can do."
Aaron shivered as he felt her hands roll around his cockhead. His body went into a state of primal instincts and went up to suck her tits. He felt like he was being coddled; sucking on her tits while getting jerked off. Jaina's right hand under his head with her left casually pleasuring him.
Her nipples were a chestnut brown and tasted delicious. Aaron's tongue lolled around the sensitive points and he could sense Jaina stiffening. She slowed down as he sucked her left breast while massaging the right.
He pulled away, saliva connecting, and smirked. He moved on to sucking her right nipple and Jaina sighed in bliss. He sucked and sucked and sucked, not like a child but a man eager to please and taste. Of course, from an outside perspective, the difference was impossible to tell.
If there was one thing Aaron knew about women, it was how different their nipple sensitivity was. Some loved getting bit, others didn't. Some were overly sensitive, some didn't feel anything. Jaina was the former, it seemed, responding to every little sip and slurp he made. Her other breast was busy getting massaged and kneaded by his hand. His fingers, at first, sunk into the tanned flash but Aaron eventually found a good way to manhandle her.
Pinching, prodding, tracing her areola. Doing that whilst sucking the life out of her was heavenly for both Aaron and Jaina. The Indian woman was still pumping his cock, albeit at a pace twice as slow.
"Mmmm…" Jaina bit her lip with rapture. Aaron was good–no, he was great. She had slept with many men who were interested in her breasts but never like this. Never with such finesse and technique.
She loved it. She craved more of it. Her hand tightly gripped his member, fingers unable to interlope yet growing hornier by the second.
"You two look like you're having fun."
The sensual voice split him from Jaina's tits. Aaron blinked and licked his lips as he turned his head.
It was White Rabbit. Naked as the day she was born, pale and posing with a hand on her hip. Curves showing, lips set upwards in an eager smile, and her nipples covered in cream.
Watching her strut, watching her hips sway, made him throb.
"May I join?" White Rabbit asked, climbing onto the bed. All of a sudden, Aaron was once again trapped by the two big titty women. The G-cups swaying and tempting him. He couldn't rip his gaze away from her delicious, creamy body.
He exhaled as Jaina allowed his head to slide onto White Rabbit's thighs. His digits practically dug into her cleavage, grabbing and feeling, as his mouth sucked the whipped cream off.
"Oh! Ah! Ooh~!" White Rabbit was much more vocal than her counterpart. The white hair hanging down her back seemed to bounce with her squeamish reactions. "You…ah!"
"Too good for you?" Aaron asked, feeling confident. He went for her other nipples, devouring the whipped cream, feeling the sweet, rich flavour melt in his mouth, before continuing to suck and suck.
"Mmph!"
But then somebody touched his cock. While White Rabbit was busy receiving, Jaina was giving his dick the titjob of a lifetime. The pillowy sensation wrapped his manhood, comforting it as her lips gave a generous kiss.
Tits, tits, tits.
Aaron could barely breathe as he came. The spurts of his white essence splashing onto the brown woman and painting her repeatedly.
That was it. He was going to fuck their brains out.