Chapter 23 - Birthday Party // Cassandra Cain + Stephanie Brown

Called in for work? Check. Presents? Check.

January 26 had arrived, Cassandra Cain's birthday, and they were ready. Dusk had already set and Gotham was steeped in shadows.

Aaron stood before a mirror, adjusting his crisp white dress shirt and dark blue blazer, meticulously making sure every button was in place. He paired them with tailored black trousers and polished dress shoes. Sophisticated but casual, with no tie or buttoned up blazer. In his hands, he held a beautifully wrapped gift box–a hardcover cookbook written by the original Red Tornado. He had loved the old woman's recipes. When he was a college student, they had saved him more times than he could count. Although she was gone from the world, he hoped to continue her legendary culinary legacy.

Meanwhile, Chloe twirled excitedly in her bedroom, wearing a vibrant floral dress that showcased her excitement. It was her first birthday party ever. Ironically, it was also Aaron's first birthday party. At the orphanage, birthdays weren't celebrated. Rather, they were days to keep count of your age. And at work, nobody invited him. He had been a loner, after all.

Chloe's dress flowed with every movement, adorned with splashes of colours. She slipped on a pair of dainty flats that allowed her to dance freely during the party. She carried a whimsically decorated gift bag in her left hand, bursting with bright tissue paper and a playful assortment of art supplies–a sketchbook, a set of fine markers, and a personalized birthday card, complete with a message and drawing. She didn't know Cassandra well but she (rightfully) assumed everyone had a creative side to them. While shopping, this was what she settled on and Aaron granted it.

On top of that, he baked cupcakes. It was a promise perhaps long forgotten, but Aaron never forgot. He told her that he would bake her a fresh batch of cupcakes, so that was what he did.

Eventually, they left the apartment, double-checking that the door was locked, and called up a taxi. While he carried the cupcakes, Chloe held the presents. The pair settled into the backseat of the taxi as they embarked on their journey to Wayne Manor Estate. The cab weaved through the darkened streets of Gotham City, the city's grim atmosphere seeping into every corner. The January snow had largely melted as if it had sensed Cassandra's upcoming birthday. Nevertheless, dilapidated buildings and flickering neon signs created an eerie ambiance, casting long shadows that seemed to swallow the few brave souls traversing the streets.

As they passed by alleys cloaked in darkness, Chloe's grip on Aaron's hand tightened. The tray of cupcakes shook as the road became bumpy. The graffiti-covered walls and broken windows served as a stark reminder of the city's challenges. He reassured her with a comforting smile.

Located at 1007 Mountain Drive in the Crest Hill community in the Bristol Township, Wayne Manor was twelve miles from Gotham City and stood alone The journey took close to an hour as they ventured from the center of Gotham to its outskirts. He and Chloe talked and discussed. The tray of cupcakes lay on his lap. At many times, the two of them were tempted to eat one. They held themselves, however, and they soon reached their destination. Isolated and gated, they needed to confirm their identities with their voices in order to enter.

"Who is this?" the voice on the speaker box asked. From the sound of it, it was Tim.

"Hey, Tim, this is Aaron. I'm with my daughter, Chloe." God, he loved using the daughter card. It always garnered sympathy. "I'm here for Cassandra's birthday party."

"O-oh, sure. It's opening now."

The taxi driver eyed him from the front, silently wondering who he was. There weren't many who could claim to enter a billionaire's private estate. The driver brought them through the gate and let them out.

"Wow…" Standing in the wake of the manor, Chloe's head tilted higher and higher till it could see the full length. "So cool…!"

The tray of cupcakes shifted from the wind. "We should go in," Aaron said.

Chloe gulped. "Y-yeah…"

The large door opened before they could knock. Tim Drake welcomed them with a small, awkward smile. "Hey, guys. Come on in."

The grand foyer opened up before them, its marble floors gleaming under the warm glow of chandeliers. Decorative vases filled with vibrant flowers adorned the hall, infusing the air with a delicate fragrance. For a birthday party, however, it sure was empty. Then he recalled that this was a private event. No more than ten people, Tim said, just as Cassandra would want it.

To the left, there was a great big light. Taking slow steps and wanting to squeeze out a conversation, Tim glanced at him and asked, "Are those cupcakes?"

"Yeah. I promised Cass that I would bake them for her one day."

"Then today is that day, I suppose."

The kitchen was loud and rowdy, as well as massive. Easily ten times the size of his. He hid his surprise better than Chloe but he would be stupid not to admit its impressive scale. He saw and noted the familiar faces. Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas, Selina Kyle, the Huntress (whose real name he did not know yet but who he could recognize due to her darker complexion), and, of course, Bruce Wayne. Basic birthday decorations engulfed the kitchen area. It was…too basic, actually. Whoever threw this party obviously wasn't experienced. Food and drinks adorned the long, chairless table, from sushi, steamed dumplings to noodles. A tall chocolate cake was set in the centre, dark and wrapped in yellow frosting. The colour schemes to Cassandra's Batgirl costume.

The birthday girl herself wasn't here yet. Perfect. He placed the tray on the table alongside the other stuff. He sensed a couple eyes on him. A presence slid beside him.

"We haven't met," the brown-skinned woman said, smiling devilishly, hand extended, "I'm Helena Bertinelli. School teacher and…" Leaning forward, whispering in his ear, she added, "The Huntress."

Well, that answered that.

"Good to meet you, I'm Aaron."

Hands were shaken. She held onto him a little too tightly.

"I know, we've met." Helena sent him a charming smile and then switched to a soft, motherly tone as she addressed his daughter. "And you, little princess. It's good to meet you. How old are you?"

Tentatively, Chloe shook Helena's outreached hand and mumbled, "N-nine."

"You must go to school then," Helena remarked. Her eyes flickered towards Aaron, subtly prodding him. "Or is she home schooled?"

"Home schooled," Aaron supplied.

"Ah, yes, that's becoming a bigger trend in Gotham." Helena sighed. "I work at an elementary school as a teacher. Trust me, Gotham public schools aren't as bad as the news say."

"Agreed." Bruce Wayne, the legend himself, appeared at Helena's elbow. He radiated confidence and assurance. He was in a tailored charcoal suit that accentuated his refined presence, his demeanour momentarily softened with a warm smile. "Wayne Enterprises has been opening its own schools lately. Elementary schools, of course."

His voice was lighter than Aaron anticipated. With Batman, there was a growl underneath his words. An aggression, an implication of obedience and intimidation. Bruce Wayne…there was the deepness but it was polite. Controlled.

"Mr. Wayne, thank you for inviting us. It is an honour to be here." Aaron chose to be overly cordial. He was supposed to be an ordinary employee afterall. His composure might have been greatly tight but he still needed to act normal in front of the World's Greatest Detective. He couldn't afford to show a single sign of suspicion.

Admittedly, he was a little star-struck. Bruce Wayne, regardless of his vigilante activities, was a huge celebrity in Gotham. The biggest, the most famous, the talk of the town. Whenever he hosted a party, whenever he was caught up in a controversy, his name would roar from the halls of his workplace to the impoverished streets. To have Gotham's golden child standing in front of him…again, there was a touch of genuine dazzlement.

"The pleasure is mine, Aaron. And please, call me Bruce. I'm glad you and Chloe could join us."

Chloe, shifting slightly in her shoes, looked up at Bruce with a mix of excitement and shyness. Her small voice carried a touch of uncertainty. She must have seen him a thousand times over on TV. It was like meeting a celebrity. Well, technically, he was a celebrity. "Hi, Mr... I mean, Mr. Bruce. Thank you for having us." The Batman seemed impressed by her manners. Aaron was too. "Um, your house is really big."

Bruce chuckled. "It is, isn't it? Welcome to our home."

"That's right~!" Selina attached herself to Bruce, smiling down at Chloe and winking. Luckily for Aaron's personal hormones, she was clothed conservatively, this time in a leopard printed shirt, covered by a leather jacket and complete with ankle-high boots. Casual and stylish. Feline and attractive. That was Selina Kyle for you. "Trust me, there's not a dull moment here."

"Particularly with Selina," Bruce quipped.

"Of course," Selina agreed, looking up at him lovingly. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

The bat and the cat. To see them banter was captivating. The masks might have been off but the playful tension remained. Chloe was all too oblivious to it. So were some of the others, like Damian and Duke.

The animal-obsessed couple excused themselves to check on the cupcakes, maybe to sneak in a bite, taste test, or check for poison. Knowing the bat and the cat, who knew?

"There's some drinks in the back," Helena said. "Alcoholic and non-alcoholic. Care to join me?"

"No, thanks," Aaron replied. "I'm not much of a drinker."

"Suit yourself," Helena said, shrugging. "I'm going for seconds."

She walked off with eagerness in her steps. Not a second after, a scowl arrived dressed sharply in a tailored red suit and accompanied by a taller, older boy sporting a blue casual yet polished ensemble. Duke and Damian. He anticipated this. Damian didn't trust him. He didn't blame him. There was plenty not to trust about Aaron and no one knew it.

"Play nice," Duke warned in advance, already sighing. Damian ignored.

"So. Aaron Reigner has arrived." Damian smirked. "At least you're dressed for the occasion."

"You too. You look great, Damian. The black and red? And the bow tie?" Aaron signalled a thumbs-up. "Good work."

"Hm." A massive, uncontrolling smile spread across his young face. Stroking his ego was the best way to get close to him, just as he predicted. Damian looked himself over, adjusted his little polka dot bow tie, and allowed the big smile to remain. "Perhaps I pegged you wrong, Reigner."

Chloe chimed in with a mischievous grin. "So, Damian, do you always walk around scowling like that? Or is it a special talent?"

Damian's scowl deepened, but a flicker of amusement danced in his eyes. "It's a necessary defence mechanism. Keeps the riff-raff away."

"You know, Damian," Duke said, shaking his head, "sometimes a smile can go a long way. Maybe you should give it a try."

Damian huffed, crossing his arms tighter. "I don't see the point in wasting my time on frivolous pleasantries."

"Frivolous?" Chloe tilted her head, stupefied. "What does that mean…?"

"And in idiots."

Duke face-palmed. "Damian!"

Aaron pursed his lips, holding his tongue. It wouldn't do good to hurl insults at the fifteen year old. Plus, Duke was already reprimanding him for his behaviour. 'Maybe I should take up Wayne's offer and enrol her into a public school…'

An unfamiliar chuckle inserted itself into the conversation. Dick Grayson, garnished in snazzy navy blue and trying to lighten the mood, brought the attention to him. "Well, it seems like we have a perfect balance here. The feisty and the charismatic. But let's not forget, we're all here to celebrate Cassandra's birthday."

Damian's scowl softened, a hint of fondness in his voice. "Yes, the birthday girl. We should make sure it's a memorable day for her."

Aaron glanced around. His heightened senses hadn't picked Cassandra up yet. "When is the birthday girl coming anyway?"

"According to Stephanie…" Dick checked his phone and scrolled past a few messages. "...ten-ish minutes? They're on route."

"Patience then," Damian commented, garnering a lot of skeptical attention. "What? I say patience, that's all."

"Right…" Dick trailed off, meeting everyone's gaze with a transparent message. A giggle escaped Chloe's lips and she slapped a hand to stifle herself. Damian glared at her but did not speak. The conversation continued from there.

"Nice to see you again, Aaron." Dick raised an arm, relaxed, as if greeting an old friend. "You know, Tim was saying you wouldn't show."

Tim was quick to correct him. "I didn't say that. I said you might be late given the manor's location."

"Same difference," Dick replied, shrugging.

"We took a taxi and he seemed to know where to go," Aaron said.

Dick snickered. The joke was lost on Aaron and the sleek young man explained with a sly smirk. "Bruce invites models to come over all the time. Some of the taxi drivers know the route pretty well."

"Oh, I see…"

The atmosphere of a birthday party, even without the birthday girl, began. Damian was six years older than Chloe yet the two conversed like identically immature children. An amusing sight, really. While Dick and Duke supervised them, the remaining adults huddled together. The discussion went from children to schools to the issues with Gotham institutions, all the way to supervillains. Selina in particular had something to say.

"It was funny to hear all the talk about Prometheus," Selina said, already giggling from what she was about to say. "Did you know that I was the one who saved the Justice League from that momma's boy? I cracked my bullwhip at his nuts and he went down, down, down."

"Ooh, yes, I was there," Helena said, sipping on her wine. "Wish I could've done it to him again."

"I doubt he has much in the way of balls after what I did. Sorry~"

Aaron stood between them, hands in his pockets, blinking. 'Looks like they're still searching for Prometheus, huh.' He was dead, unfortunately. To think Aaron of all people would have been the one to end the life of such a crafty, malicious villain. Angel Breaker dealt the killing blow, sure, but it was Aaron who gave the order. In the past two weeks, he wondered if he had gotten too heated, too hateful, and killed him irrationally.

He pushed aside the bubbly emotions of uncertainty in his heart. 'It…it doesn't matter anymore, I suppose. Prometheus is gone. Let's just focus on the party.'

Two new guests arrived shortly after, Kate Kane and Barbara Gordon. The latter needed the help of the former for her wheelchair. Her appearance was welcomed by everyone.

"Pretty much everyone is here," Helena commented. "Except for the birthday girl."

"Two minutes," Bruce said. His gaze sweeped the members of the Bat Family. A silent message was sent. Aaron couldn't begin to decode it and he stood there puzzled.

"Three minutes," Barbara said.

"One," Kate added.

Selina thought for a second before giving her reply. "Eight."

"Are…you guys betting or something?" Aaron asked.

"Yep," Helena answered. "I'm guessing two minutes like the world's greatest detective. How about you, Aaron?"

He pondered the significance of the bet. However, judging by Helena's brief explanation, it was merely a game. He could play. "Three minutes," he said. "How much?"

"A thousand bucks," Helena said, smirking. Aaron blinked twice.

'Rich people…'

"You don't have to join if you want to," Barbara consoled.

"Only if you're afraid of losing," Selina cut in, smirking. "C'mon. Do it."

Aaron sighed. "Fine."

The clock ticked. Everybody looked at their phones. The seconds went by in a flash. Eventually, footsteps arrived. The winner was decided. Unfortunately, the surprise had been done before they could gloat. The lights were turned off. Each of them hid themselves in the kitchen.

"...cupcakes?" Cassandra could be heard muttering. "Also, the kitchen lights off..."

They were inside. Everybody readied their poppers.

"Cupcakes? Do cupcakes even have a smell?" Stephanie asked as she guided her friend deeper into the dark kitchen. She turned and then…

Pop!

"Happy birthday, Cassandra!"

The lights come back on, courtesy of Duke. Magic filled the air. The kitchen was a tapestry of celebration and even the calm, composed Cassandra was taken aback. Several emotions ran through her, eventually settling on a wide smile of joy. It was the kind of smile you only saw once in a lifetime, where a person realized they had made it. All their dreams, all their hopes, all their love–it mattered. It manifested. It was reality.

The party was getting started. The cake was cut, mouths were fed, and frosting traced the shape of their lips. Then came the questions and presents. Cassandra was absolutely enthralled when she saw what Aaron got him. A cookbook. The cookbook that revealed the legendary journey of Aaron Reigner.

"So you're something of a cook," Bruce asked, hovering beside his adopted daughter. "Impressive. Do you do anything else?"

"I did nursing for a while," Aaron replied, "when the industry was hot and trendy. Other than that, I'm skilled at office work."

"Hm." Bruce seemed thoughtful as he stared at him. An inner struggle of sorts. Rather than voice it, Bruce nodded approvingly and said, "Good to hear."

Also, no one was correct about the time of the pair's arrival. Not really. Stephanie and Cassandra came at about two and a half minutes, smackdab between Bruce guess and Barbara and Aaron's guess. Helena had wrongly assumed it was her win since on her timer it was two minutes and twenty-eight seconds, a closer number to her and Bruce's than his. In the end, they decided to have the losers give five hundred to the four pseudo-winners. The money would be transferred to their accounts. Barbara would have it arranged.

Cassandra suddenly took herself elsewhere. The subtle aroma of baked cupcakes wafted through the air and had tempted her senses. She was wowed by beautifully decorated treats before her—rich, moist chocolate cupcakes with creamy swirls of decadent vanilla buttercream frosting.

Aaron stood beside her, smiling. "I promised you, didn't I?"

Cassandra peered over her shoulder and smiled back. She raised a pinkie. "Mhm!"

Cassandra picked up one of the cupcakes and as she bit into it a wave of sheer bliss washed over her. The moist cake melted in her mouth, its flavours exploding with every morsel. The chocolate was rich and velvety, the perfect balance of sweetness and depth.

But it was the frosting that truly stole the show. The silky vanilla buttercream was like a cloud of pure delight, sweet and creamy, with a hint of fragrant vanilla essence. It danced on her taste buds, leaving a trail of pure happiness in its wake. The smooth texture and perfect sweetness of the frosting paired flawlessly with the moist chocolate cake.

"It's amazing…" Cassandra muttered. Dick picked off a cupcake of his own and nodded in agreement.

"Mmm! Yeah, it's great! Hey, Barbara, come check 'em out!"

By the end, everybody had taken one of Aaron's cupcakes. Even Damian had to begrudgingly admit to its addicting taste. Cassandra and Stephanie laughed at the boy's scowl. Selina ruffled his hair.

"Don't take it to heart, kid," Selina told Damian. "Not everyone can be right at every turn."

See, Damian had been trying desperately to find a fault in him. Nothing. Aaron was too normal and kind and Damian was too socially inept to discover a breach in his defences. When Chloe handed Cassandra her birthday card, he could hardly put in a word as hugs and words of appreciation were given left and right. Cassandra loved it. She loved the cupcakes, the cookbook, the birthday card–everything. Already, before the activities began, the now twenty-five year old birthday girl was in high spirits.

There were games, plenty of eating, and so much laughter. The kitchen served as the perfect playground. Spacious yet compact enough to squeeze the high spirits. However, with Chloe's presence came a problem. Alcohol loomed at the back counter and the adults, bar Aaron, Cassandra, and Tim, were aching to pop it open.

A pretty red-haired woman swooped in to take Chloe away. She introduced herself as Carrie Kelley, a hired associate that often swung by at the Wayne Manor. Dick had called her over for her services.

"Don't worry," Damian interjected, "she takes care of my dog, Titus. I'm sure she can take care of your daughter."

"Except Chloe isn't a dog," Aaron shot back.

"Please don't worry," Carrie Kelley said, sending Damian a hard look and greeting Aaron with a smile, "I really am experienced in this kind of thing. I'll take her to the other end of the mansion. The walls are soundproof. It'll be fine. You can come and check up on us anytime."

Damian rolled his eyes. "If it makes you feel any better, I'll be going with her. I have no interest in participating in these alcoholic rituals."

The ninja son of Batman groomed to be the ultimate warrior would be protecting Chloe? "Actually, yeah. That would make me feel better. Thanks, Damian."

So Damian and Chloe left with Carrie, leaving the adults to drink and party. The glint in Kate's eyes was particularly damning. Forget getting drunk, they were about to get wasted. He assumed Cassandra would want to leave or avoid the chaos. Instead, she relished it. Bathed in it. Apparently, this was her first real session of drinking.

"I'm twenty five now," Cassandra mumbled, "I wanna."

Birthday girl wanted it so the birthday girl would get it. In particular, Kate was pushing for her to drink, having once been a party girl herself. There was a unique kind of elation to be had from alcohol, she said. Bruce Wayne was surprisingly neutral. He claimed to enjoy the taste of alcohol but that the buzz that came with it would not affect him unless he willed it. Super secret training or something like that. Well, he was Batman.

"By the way," Dick said, as he and Bruce pulled him aside, "you and your daughter can stay at the manor if you like. It's getting dark. Real dark. Better be safe than sorry."

"Oh, no, I wouldn't want to intrude," Aaron responded, a hand raised.

"No worries," Bruce interjected. "Carrier can tuck Chloe in bed, if that's what you're worried about."

"Honestly? Yes, that is what I'm worried about."

Bruce smiled fondly and put a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, she'll be fine. I will personally check on her. You can come too, of course."

Aaron nodded, grateful. Staying at the Wayne Manor was on his mind but he never thought it would come true. 'Looks like dreams can come true.'

After checking on Chloe one last time, confirming she was safe and asleep, Aaron and Bruce headed back. In the time they were gone, the party had ramped up. Foams of alcohol exploded from the precarious hands of Dick Grayson. Selina and Helena cheered him on. Bruce and Aaron exchanged glances. The attention whores were acting up. Dick lived for the moment and as the eldest brother he taught Cassandra how to drink bottles of beer in fancy trickshots. Selina and Helena encouraged this behaviour as they were the same archetype of personality, except physical and sexual rather than vocal and platonic. Touchy and flirty as the music boomed louder and the dance and booze became freer.

Stephanie dragged Aaron to the makeshift dance floor, with Selina doing the same with Bruce. Aaron did not know how to dance. No one had taught him to dance. He was stiff as he mirrored Stephanie's movements. Physically, he had no problems replicating her but socially…? Eh.

Eventually, partners were switched and he was swaying and frisking with Selina.

While Bruce wasn't looking, Selina pressed herself to him, the smell of bad alcohol breathing onto his chin. Her phenomenal ass rubbed into his crotch. "Mmm, I can feel your big fat cock," Selina whispered, cheeks rosy, eyes lidded, "maybe we should just fuck right here and now…"

In his pants, his cock twitched and a massive imprint spread down his thigh. Her hand discreetly gripped it. Head tilted back, mouth to his ear, she whispered, "I just held Little Brucie and your cock is sooo much thicker…" He sharply exhaled. Fuck, that was hot. He just wanted to strip her down and jam his dick inside her, consequences be damned. That was Selina Kyle for you. She threw logic out the window with her tight ass and her wooing. She started stroking, all the way from base to balls. He nearly moaned into her ear.

Alas, his logical side forcibly steered his actions and he removed himself from her, cooling down as he did. The dick print melded back into his pants. As much as he wanted to take her up on her offer, Bruce Wayne was still in the room. Even if he wasn't looking, as a detective, he would quickly find out. Unfortunately, as he backed off, he bumped into Helena Bertinelli, the Huntress. Their butts touched and they spun to face each other. A smirk worked its way on the brown woman's face.

"Care for a dance?" It was hardly a request. Helena grabbed him by the wrist and forced him into a fast, multi-step dance. Her feet carried him to the other side of the floor, then back, as their arms went up and down wildly. Her expression was totally delirious and he could sense she was doing this out of a drunken stupor. Aaron played along anyway.

Not long after, he sat down on a chair close to a kitchen counter. He sighed wearily. He was an introvert, he could only handle so many interactions with strangers.

"Fun?" Cassandra sat beside him, smiling. Aaron mirrored her expression.

"Yeah, it's fun. How about you, birthday girl? Are you having fun so far?"

The two of them watched Tim and Stephanie dance. It was a little awkward and stiff since Tim was absolutely incapable of stepping over properly. Still, it was an amusing sight and the others clapped to the beat and encouraged them.

"Lots of fun," Cassandra said in a whisper. "Love it."

"That's good." He side-eyed her. "I told you, didn't I? You have friends. Lots and lots of friends and family, capable and smart. You're never alone."

"Mmm." Cassandra was fixated on the kitchen floor and counted the squares. "I've made a lot of friends, new and old, super and unsuper…Aruna, Sofia…Brenda." She seemed sullen at the call of the latter's name. "I haven't…seen her in a while. Brenda is my friend. She's... kind. Truly."

"Next time then. I promise." Aaron held out a pinkie and smiled. "I promised and delivered you those cupcakes, right? This time, I'll do something so you can see your friends. We'll…take a vacation, yeah. You, me, and Chloe. Together."

"Va…cation?" Cassandra mulled it over. Without looking, probably blushing, she interlocked his pinkie with hers. "Okay. Sounds…fun."

Close to midnight, the excitement started to die down. Bruce excused himself, saying he had a job to tend to. A secret message for his vigilante activities. Selina joined him, though not without sending Aaron a wink.

"I'll see you babes, later," Selina said, winking at the remaining participants. Bruce remained silent as they left the kitchen area and disappeared into the halls.

Barbara and Dick also retired for the night. That left Aaron, Stephanie, Cassandra, and Helena. Unfortunately, as soon as the responsible adults were gone, Helena drank herself to sleep. It was chaotic but also concerning. She must have drunk enough alcohol to black out for at least a day.

Aaron took her into her room and tucked her in bed. "Good night, Helena."

"Mmmhh…yeah…hunting…huntress…" The mindless ramblings of an unconscious drunk. Great. Aaron promptly left the room. Her body was firm and strong, curvy and attractive, but that wasn't reason enough to feed into her delusions.

Stephanie Brown and Cassandra Cain. The Batgirls. Aaron never thought the day would come when he would hang out in the room of the blonde Batgirl. Literally, if someone had told him two months ago that he would be playing poker with two hot young women in Wayne Manor, he would have smacked the psychic harder than he did Angel Whore.

Stephanie's room was a cozy sanctuary adorned with personal touches. A quaint white wooden bed with floral patterned sheets, a small writing desk stood adorned with vibrant flowers, and a couple strew clothes. Resilient, witty, compassionate, determined, and adventurous. That was the vibe Aaron got from Stephanie and her little house.

"Everybody has their own room in the manor," Stephanie explained, "but not all of us stay here. Like, for example, Cassandra is always hopping between Gotham and Bludhaven while Dick is usually in Bludhaven. Tim, Damian, and Bruce are the night prowlers here."

"Like bats," Cassandra joked.

"Huh. So what about you Stephanie?" Aaron asked.

"Eh. I stay with my mom sometimes. She's a nurse."

No mention of a father, a purposeful emission. A landmine that he shouldn't bring up. He understood. They continued to play poker. It wasn't particularly intense. Whoever lost needed to drink. So far, Stephanie was losing. Well, perhaps that was an understatement, she was getting destroyed. Cassandra could read through every bluff of hers and Aaron was Aaron. He never lost. Cassandra placed second almost every time. Stephanie accused him of cheating. He wasn't. His luck was simply too great, as if the universe wanted him to win.

Probably because the universe did.

Stephanie downed drink after drink. She emptied three pints after half an hour. In pity, Cassandra took a few losses in order to mitigate the alcohol in her friend's system. Stephanie did not suspect in the least, likely too heated up to notice. Plus, it wasn't often. If Cassandra drank once, then Stephanie would probably be drinking three times in a row. However, it was all in good fun. Neither Aaron or Cassandra wished to push her too hard. They didn't want another Helena. The moment she looked too tipsy, which was a little after the forty minute mark, they stopped.

"No way!" Stephanie declared. "I'm good, I'm good!"

"Sure, you are." Aaron snatched the bottle from her hands and slid it underneath her bed. Stephanie pouted.

"Fine, how about this?" Stephanie paused for a moment. She hadn't thought this through. Then, a light bulb went off in her head. "Strip poker!"

"Strip…poker?" Cassandra repeated. She shook her head, indicating she had never heard of it. Aaron sighed and buried his face in his hands.

'This is why I hate drinking culture…' The clock might have struck twelve but in Aaron's mind it was still her birthday. Cassandra should still be treated as such. Unfortunately, the alcohol was getting to Stepahnie's head. She was acting irrational. Cassandra seemed to think so too as she did not understand nor wished to understand what her best friend was saying.

"No drinks, no drunkenness, no prizes, no money, we play by sacrificing our clothes." Stephanie's blue eyes met Cassandra's challengingly. "Unless you're too chicken, Batgirl? Let me guess, since your birthday is now over, you're not confident. Is that it?"

Ooh. That fired up Cassandra's competitive side. Nodding, the former birthday girl agreed to the game of strip poker. Aaron sighed again. He didn't mind watching two girls strip but he hoped they wouldn't accuse him of cheating…

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"You're cheating!"

It was Stephanie's third accusation of the night. A yawn overtook Aaron's features. His tenth winning hand of the day. It was too easy, to the point where he willingly took off his coat. Aaron said it was because the room was getting hot. It wasn't.

"I'm not," Aaron replied firmly. "You're just bad."

"Ugh! Unfair!" Stephanie's fingers ran through her scalp, frustrated. "The Greek gods hate me!"

"Sure," he replied, dripping in sarcasm, "now can we move on? Take off your bra."

"Mmmm….!"

Stephanie was seething, not because she was borderline naked, but because she was losing. She hated losing more than the shame of her voyeurism. Five-foot-five, a hundred and ten pounds, lean and slender with a tinge of muscle in her core, she was a blonde beauty. A classic. A rarity. He saw the tag attached to her bra, she was a 30C. Average. She either forgot to rip the tag off or just didn't care. Aaron suspected the former.

Cassandra was too embarrassed to function at full capacity. See, Stephanie had been wearing a pair of g-string panties. In other words, her best friend's ass cheeks were bare for the world–for Aaron and Cassandra. Aaron also understood that Cassandra was bisexual. Seeing her attractive superhero partner in sexy lingerie was probably a little bit of a turn-on. Plus, Cassandra herself was left in a tight binder and plain black panties. Typically, she wouldn't care but the alcohol was flowing through her veins deeply. Her emotions were spiked up. She felt the typical shame of strip poker.

Aaron felt lucky. This would probably be the first and last time he would see Cassandra like this. Utterly flushed and hiding herself within her arms.

"Fine!" Stephanie bounced off the bed and started unclipping her bra. Her toned, sexy back was suddenly exposed and Cassandra looked away shyly. Aaron didn't. He stared and waited for her to turn. Perhaps it was the drunk atmosphere but Stephanie turned around with her hands on her hips and her tits jutting out.

"Let's just continue," Stephanie muttered, getting back on the bed. Aaron's eyes followed her breasts. Pink and erect, energetic and youthful, he couldn't find it within himself to look away. Neither could Cassandra.

"I still have to say," Aaron began, glancing at the front of the blonde's thong, "that's quite a bold choice, Stephanie."

Stephanie was taken aback by his comment and glanced down, first at her breasts, then her panties. A wet patch began to form. Blushing, she flicked to Cassandra, then back to Aaron. Her arms pressed to the side of her breasts, pushing and pronouncing their size and shape, she wore a smile and tantalizingly wiggled her shoulders. "A birthday present?"

A sharp bolt of lightning struck as he and Stephanie made eye contact. Almost simultaneously, they side-glanced at Cassandra who was pressed to the wall, hand sheepishly placed on her nape. The prodigious assassin's eyes flickered, nearly bloodshot from the alcohol,

'A birthday present, eh? Looks like Stephanie was thinking of the same thing as me.'

The next four rounds, Aaron lost. Not because he had suddenly lost the edge but because he wanted to. He threw the matches. He purposely discarded his clothes. His buttoned-up shirt, singlet, his belt, his socks…

"Royal flush!" Stephanie exclaimed, a particular glint in her eye. "Pants off! Now!"

Already shirtless, lean muscles displayed for the Batgirls, he stood up and slowly unbuttoned his pants and slid them off. The right leg raised up, then the left leg, unveiling his black boxers. His thighs and legs were extraordinarily firm and strong. Thunderous and unblemished. Of course, most strikingly off all was the sole undergarment protecting him from undignified nudity. The stretched out fabric struggled to contain his manhood. A dick print so thick and pronounced that Stephanie Brown couldn't help but gasp twice and gape at it.

"Those…aren't balls. That isn't your cock. No way, no way…" Stephanie gulped audibly. Cassandra had already seen what he had to offer but was still getting hot, flushing redder than a tomato and glancing at Aaron and his boxers behind her cards. Stephanie went on all fours, arching her back and coming closer to his crotch, less than a foot away. "I've seen ballsacks and cocks. Penises aren't meant to be that big. You…you must be stuffing them…you must be cheating again!"

With a cocked eyebrow, he sat down. His schlong was entrapped in his boxers and stuck out depravedly in his cross-legged position. "Sure. We can check…assuming you win again."

"Ha! My luck has been great these past rounds. I'm sure we'll win. Right, Cass?"

All of a sudden, Stephanie was calling Cassandra to join her. The young Asian woman ignored her friend's offer and focused solely on her cards, likely in an effort to ignore his cock. Aaron smiled to himself. Things were getting interesting.

As if luck itself was in his hands, he drew a straight flush. Watching Stephanie's jaw drop as he showed the second best hand in the game was amusing. Cassandra's hand was pretty good: a flush. Meanwhile, Stephanie had no luck at all and had gotten a pair. She was a flop. Groaning, she slammed a fist into the mattress.

"This is unfair! How is it that I do so well and then lose!?"

"I guess I'm a lucky guy."

"Hmph!" Stephanie removed herself from the bed. Her figure was astonishing, no one could deny that. Her stubborn streak wasn't normally so prominent but the alcohol was affecting her. Aaron didn't mind, especially as she began to undo her last bearing.

Her final article. Her g-string. Fuck, Aaron could feel himself getting hard. He kept himself together, however, and watched as the g-string fell to the floor. Stephanie turned. Aaron licked his lips. Drunk Stephanie was a different breed from her normal state and because of it she fit the definition of a hot blonde bimbo. They made eye contact again. An understanding passed between them.

"So…" Stephanie drawled. "...another round?"

"Sure," Aaron agreed quickly. "How about we make this the final round? Whoever loses has to discard everything?"

"Fine! But wait, I have to put my panties back on then!"

Cassandra couldn't protest. Neither could Aaron. The drunk woman did as she pleased.

"If you could call them that!"

"They are!" Stephanie humphed as put her g-string back on again. The way the fabric slapped on her ass crack was addicting. She stuck her tongue at him and acted like she was in conflict with him. Cassandra agreed too, albeit with a wide blush. She glanced between Stephanie's tits and the bulge in his boxers. She probably hadn't noticed they had inched closer to her.

The cards were dealt. The steaks were agreed upon. The community cards were revealed and everyone's hands were reformed. The winner…?

"Royal flush."

Aaron Reigner. Of course. Did you expect someone else?

"Shoot, I got a full house!"

Stephanie's expression folded into concern. Stephanie was drunk but not devoid of reason. She could think and still let out snippets of her typical cleverness. Right now, however, she was worried everything she had built up to had collapsed. Meanwhile, Cassandra was eerily quiet. She stared down at her cards without putting them down. Stephanie grinned.

"Ooh…" Stephanie smiled deviously. "...don't tell me you lost, Cass?"

Her taunt immediately got the young Asian chick to throw down her cards. Three of a kind. She lost. She blushed. Stephanie giggled and pumped a victorious fist.

"Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip!" Stephanie chanted excitedly. "We wanna see some tits!"

The binder that had been pressing back her breasts was deftly removed. Her breasts were average, perhaps on the smaller size now that Aaron had seen so many, but they were pretty and perky. She stretched her legs and almost teasingly pulled down her panties. She placed them beside her.

Aaron had noticed it the entire time but Stephanie hadn't: those black panties of Cassandra's were dark because they were utterly soaked. Drenched enough to stain the mattress. Until now, the blue-eyed blonde hadn't seen it.

Now she did. Aaron and Stephanie exchanged looks.

The nude Cassandra sat cross-legged, opening her mouth to say something, only to close her mouth as her two friends stared at her.

Stephanie gave a small round of applause. Aaron did the same. Cassandra seemed to be on fire. She didn't hide, however. She sat there and glued her gaze to the bed, too ashamed to speak or move. The atmosphere was prickly and hot in a good way. Stephanie sent Aaron one last look. He smiled.

"Since you lost," Stephanie said, meeting Aaron's eyes knowingly, "you have to sit on his lap."

"Okay…" Shyly, without putting up a word, Cassandra crawled over to Aaron. Fuck, he just wanted to grab her rear. Instead, he allowed her to come close to him, cuddling against his chest as she plopped down on his bulge. The warmth must have surprised her because she shivered. His arms wrapped around her waist, locked in.

It was then Stephanie started to creep towards her. Enveloping the blonde was a unique type of confidence never seen before. A radiance filled with seduction and allure. Stephanie licked her lips as she came very, very close to Cassandra's face, lips nearly touching. Cassandra didn't seem to grasp what was happening.

"Happy birthday, Cassandra." With that, Stephanie smirked, cheeks pink, and then dived down to eat her out.

"Mmmph!" Cassandra squirmed and slapped her hands over her mouth as Stephanie grabbed her by the thighs and inserted her tongue. Aaron held Cassandra in place and whispered in her ear.

"Happy birthday, Cass…"

Was it a wonder that after all the drinks, talking, and games that they would end up in a room furiously eating the birthday girl out? Of course not. It was expected at this point. The sexual tension between him and Stephanie had been palpable to be mistaken for telekinesis. A silent agreement that they would show Cassandra the best night of her life.

The blonde wasn't especially skilled. In fact, judging by the way her head moved and her tongue lashed out on Cassandra's pussy, she had never eaten out another woman. Luckily, Cassandra was hypersensitive tonight, the mix of alcohol and emotional connection bringing her higher and higher. Aaron felt Cassandra squirm and wither in his lap, moaning and groaning.

"Does it feel good?" Aaron whispered in her ear. Cassandra shuddered as she nodded desperately and moaned. "Relax, Cass. Just relax."

Stephanie started to adapt. She traced her vulva, then flicked her tongue around the shape of her lit. A hefty sound escaped Cassandra, something between a moan and a shriek. Stephanie had struck gold. She continued and Cassandra started to kick her legs, abashed. Stephanie kept a firm hold of her thighs while Aaron maintained his strong arms around her.

"Aw, come on, babe," Aaron said, "don't worry, it's all right. Do you want me to give you oral next…?"

The Batgirl, the Orphan, Black Bat, the Nothing, could do nothing. Lodged between her two closest mates, she could do nothing but receive. The oral fanatic that was Stephanie didn't let her breath for a second. Moan, moan, moan, moan, until–

"Cumming!"

She squirted all over Stephanie's face. Her expression twisted in delight, in raw exhilaration of both sexual and emotional pleasure. Her juices didn't come as a surprise to the blonde and she smirked up at her friend when she was done.

"That was faster than I expected," Stephanie muttered, cleaning herself with a nearby tissue. Cassandra was so embarrassed, she purposely avoided her gaze. "C'mon, Cass. That was fun, wasn't it?"

Cassandra continued avoiding her…and then felt something underneath her. Something was lifting her, a hammer–

No, it was Aaron's cock, swelling and growing erect, Cassandra could feel herself becoming absolutely soaked. The anticipation, the memories, it all came rushing at her. Her best friend was correct, there was no need to hold back. This cock, this man, alongside Stephanie…

This would truly be the best night in her life.

A polite hand gripped the male's wrist. A message to release her. Aaron did. Cassandra crawled forward and then rotated towards him, smiling expectedly. Stephanie looked at her friend, puzzled, then noticed the great bulge threatening to pop out from Aaron's crotch. She swallowed audibly.

"W-wow. That's, uh…" Stephanie had never seen anything like this, unlike Cassandra, who calmly and confidently slithered to the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulled it down. It was an impossible effort. His dick refused to expose itself to the world as the fabric struggled.

His cock flung out, a genuine and shameless display of the peak of humanity. Stephanie couldn't believe it. Cassandra nuzzled against it like it was her favourite toy. So long, so thick, it seemed to be the perfect cock. Oversized yet strangely pleasant. Monstrous but not terrifying.

The blonde slithered next to Cassandra, her face on the other end of his cock. Comparing silently, comparing to her head, to her past lovers, to the largest dildos she had used. Stephanie Brown could say for certain that this…this was the single most impressive thing she had ever seen.

With Cassandra on the left side of his semi-erect cock and Stephanie on the left, Aaron felt complete. The two Batgirls–they were his. He couldn't believe it. An exhilarating sigh left him. His cock twitched as if it was alive, surprising Stephanie. Blood worked into the beige mass and grew taller and harder until it reached its ultimate form. The additional inches bewildered the novice blonde.

"Wow." Stephanie huffed. She breathed. She panted. Her ocean blue morphed into addiction and lust. "Your cock just so…aesthetically pleasing. The shape and silhouette is streamlined and visually clear. I mean, it has intense veinage and obvious girth, but it's like…aerodynamic. Not just grotesque in a classical, monstrous sense. Perfect. It's perfect."

"...okay?"

Between the three of them, an awkward laugh was shared. Then, it was the beginning of something new. Warm, fresh tongues went up and down his veins, going slow as they teased him. Aaron clenched his fist. The sight was unbearably hot. Two women, two Batgirls, all for his pleasure. Licking, licking, licking…

As one, the two of them kissed his balls and began to lather their saliva all over the sack. Cassandra nuzzled her nose and drained its addicting scent. Stephanie did the same and came out with a sigh that sounded like it had been held her whole life.

"Jesus," Stephanie murmured, taking another whiff, "you smell addicting, like…masculine strawberries, if that makes sense."

Who the fuck cared if it did or didn't? She was growing attached to his sack, what more could a man ask for? While Stephenie continued sniffing and investigating, Cassandra's tongue did its job. Veins, shaft, ballsack, so much was greedily and faithfully tainted with her essence that Aaron might as well have belonged to her. Her ability to pick apart his most sensitive zones was unparalleled. It was like she had x-ray vision.

"Mmm…" Aaron cupped Cassandra by the cheek, his thumb going in circles. "Good girl…"

His praise lit her up and she suddenly glided along his length till she was hovering above his cockhead. Then, smiling deviously, she opened her mouth and dipped her head down. Down, down, down, she went, swallowing inches upon inches. Stephanie was utterly gobsmacked and stopped to witness her friend deepthroat the largest, thickest penis she had ever seen. Hearing her man groan under her skillset encouraged to go faster. Her head bobbed up and down, her hands pumping the length she could not reach, and rolled her neck in circles in order to facilitate her tongue.

Cassandra could make a man nut in a few seconds with her near superhuman skills but Aaron was experienced enough to resist. He clung on to the defying base in his cock and resisted the pleasure building up. She wasn't just good, she was godly. Extraordinary. Marvellous. Fabulous. She just looked so pretty slobbering over his cock.

"W-wait…" Stephanie interjected, wide-eyed, "...hang on a second, this is supposed to be Cass' birthday…"

Cassandra didn't seem to hear her but Aaron did. Watching her put in so much effort just to take in eight or nine inches of his schlong felt…wrong. It was supposed to be her reward, even though the day had technically passed. He placed a hand on Cassandra's head and gently told her to stop. She obeyed and picked herself off his long, burly cock. With her sleeve, she wiped the thick saliva connecting the tip and her lips.

"G-good." Despite her word, Stephanie couldn't help but steal glances at his wet, slobbered cock. It was like magic. An impossible task. Cassandra, however, made the impossible possible. "Jeez…" she muttered under breath.

Remember that binder Cassandra had been using? Well, according to Stephanie, it could be used for more than just a bra. It could be used to blindfold someone. Aaron was immediately onboard with the idea, as was Cassandra. She was positively delighted as blackness entered her vision and she was forced to rely on her senses.

"Smells like training," Cassandra commented. Sitting on the edge of the bed, her ears perky and her nose twitching, it seemed like she could sense everything in the room. Stephanie and Aaron stood still. Exchanging smiles, they started the session. The real birthday gift.

Operation Edging.

Aaron started off with a bang as he sat beside Cassandra and traced a finger up and down her arm. She shuddered under his touch. She always did. But Aaron took it one step further and guided her hand to his erection, allowing the palm of her hand to cover his knob. She massaged it tenderly, feeling it twitch and writhe. His husky voice breathed into his ear. "It's so close, you know? So, so close…"

His blonde counterpart went for a different reaction. Rather than subtly, she chose to pepper Cassandra's scars with kisses. She didn't miss a single mark as she went from her feet all the way up to her breasts. Her platonic soulmate seemed to recognize every inch in her body, just like Aaron did.

Her body trembled. Stephanie's soft, red lips planted kiss after kiss, comfort after comfort. Then there was Aaron, whispering lewd comments and vulgarities. "You're so beautiful," he muttered in her ears, "absolutely perfect. From your little perky tits, your lithe legs…" With his own hand, he made her palm roll his glans. Sticky pre-cum attached itself to her. She shivered, tempted to lick it off her. "..to your lean arms. Amazing. Perfect. You're so perfect…"

"N-no…" Cassandra replied, stumbling over her words, "I…no…am not…"

"Of course you are, babe," Aaron leaned in closer and nibbled on her earlobe. Cassandra whimpered. "What am I saying to you?"

"...I…don't know…"

It was an honest admission. He almost wanted to frown. To think such a cute chick thought so lowly of herself…time to change that.

"You're beautiful…" Aaron said. "Say it with me: you are beautiful. The scars, the firmness in your muscles, it is what perfects your beauty."

She murmured something unintelligible. He glanced at Stephanie to encourage her. She did by skipping three steps and sucking on her nipples. Softly, not like some rash brute. She was tenderly kissing them, suckling them, making sure each breast got the loving attention it deserved. Cassandra went upright and nearly backed away. Aaron held in her place.

"Say it." Aaron nudged her on with the lowest whisper he could muster. "Say it, Cass…"

"...beautiful…"

"Say it fully."

"...I am beautiful," she begrudgingly admitted. Of her own accord, as if needing to let out steam, she stroked his length. One hand wasn't enough and she was enticed to use her second. She didn't after hearing his words. His whispers.

"It's all yours. Tonight is your night, Cassandra Cain. It all belongs to you. Gotham, Stephanie…" A pause as she gripped his cock tightly. Aaron almost laughed. "...me."

She rubbed her thighs. He could smell it–the lewd juices slipping between her legs. Without a visual representation, all she could do was feel. With the blindfold, everything was amplified. The voices, the kisses, the touches, the throbbing cock…everything was within her grasp yet not. "Yes…"

Stephanie, noticing her sudden clamp, forced her thighs open and teased her cunt with a finger. She didn't insert, rather, she acted like she was about to and outlined the stretched out edges of her pussy. Then, Stephanie kissed the inside of her thigh and raised herself up. She ended this initial stage by suckling on her neck and planting two hickeys. After that, she plopped down to Cassandra's left, mirroring Aaron.

Still blindfolded, shivering and on the cusp of an orgasm, Cassandra waited for the next move. It never came. The throbbing cock in her hand stopped twitching. Its warmth acted as a comfort but the strange silence didn't.

"W-what's happening…?" Cassandra asked. "Steph…Aaron…?"

"Don't worry, Cass." Stephanie carefully wrapped her arms around her and placed her on her lap. The birthday girl remained quiet, puzzled and astonished, but not wanting it to stop. Stephanie grinned down at her bestie, despite knowing Cassandra couldn't see her.

A massive cock slapped on top of her stomach. A gasp instinctively escaped Cassandra. The molten hot pipe was like a shock like none other. She felt every inch and vein on her. At this point, she had memorized Aaron like the back of her hand.

Once again, she was lodged between the two people closest to her in the most intimate position possible. Head on Stephanie's lap and legs spread wide for Aaron to penetrate. It was emotional yet sexual. It was…perfect.

They had fucked so many times her hole practically welcomed him inside. Stephanie watched the magic happen tentatively, concerned on whether her friend could take such a huge thing. She could. She did. Her cunt stretched due to the weeks they had been apart and Cassandra loved it. She had been craving this sensation, this tightness in her pussy as he entered her. His swelling head felt so fucking good, she moaned quietly, like a whore trying not to fake her reactions. Stephanie was gobsmacked.

"I'm about to fill you up…" Aaron said, drawing closer and closer. He leaned over and grabbed Cassandra by the thighs. A shudder. She clamped down on him as she slowly engulfed his huge cock.

"What the fuck…" Stephanie muttered, "How is that even possible…?"

Aaron snorted. She hadn't seen anything yet. This session, this blindfold technique, it heightened Cassandra's pleasure and because of that he was taking it easy. He didn't want to go too hard and fuck her till she broke. He wanted her to feel him as he throbbed and twitched. As he drew himself closer and closer to the deepest parts of her.

Her chest heaved up and down. The anticipation was too much. The eight inches of his cock was too much. Seeing her calm, cool, and collected friend freak out over a dick like this…

"Mmm….!" She bit her lip and discreetly slid a finger into her pussy. She worked herself slow, building up to match what Cassandra was feeling. She matched his thrusts as he went deeper, deeper, and deeper. A lengthy, decrepit moan came out of Cassandra once he finally sheathed his full length.

"So…much…cock…" Blind, she could only feel, taste, and smell. She could feel the big, fat cock stretching out her walls. She could taste and smell the arousing sweat of Stephanie. Cassandra felt…fulfilled.

Aaron smiled and caressed her cheeks. "I'm going to move."

She nodded. She probably never would have expected that moving meant fucking her brains out. He didn't go slow. He didn't match the tone of the session. He revved up to the eleven and bucked his hips back and forth like an uncaring motherfucker.

Cassandra gaped. "Mmmmmm…`" Her voice vibrated as she moaned. She loved it. She loved every thrust, every deep kiss to her womb, every time his girth skidded her already stretched walls. Faster, faster, faster. He went so much faster that Cassandra couldn't believe it. Her neck tilted back into Stephanie's lap, eyes rolled back. Her dignity was saved by her blindfold but even Stephanie could tell she could getting fucked stupid; that within the darkness, she saw stars. She saw heaven.

Aaron grunted as he felt her clamp down on him hard. "C-cumming," Cassandra announced, howling. Her toes curled. Her arms shook and her hands rolled into a tight fist. Aaron immediately stopped, allowing her to ride out her intense orgasm.

"Ha….hah….!" Cassandra could barely catch her breath, not to mention the aftershocks seemed to tease her into another orgasm. Then there was his cock. His thick, fat burly cock. She could feel it throb. It was like it belonged inside her, parked in her womb. She twitched. Her lungs exhaled rapidly.

She came again.

Fucking hell, it was intense. He hadn't moved yet her body was spasming as if he had pumped her with his load, which was exactly what she wanted. Her walls, her cunt, it was wringing him for his sperm. Aaron resisted. The pull of her cunt continued. He couldn't stop the tiny groan from his lips.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Cass," Aaron murmured, "you're so damn tight. So…damn…fuck…!"

Her walls narrowed and clenched tightly. Like a hot, wet blanket, he felt tight, compact, and unbelievably pleasant. Looking down at her squirming body, her humble breasts, her covered eyes, he could sense the unimaginable gratification she was feeling. A fulfilment she could only receive from him, Aaron Reigner. A connection so deep that it went beyond between cock and pussy.

'Fuck, I just to creampie her.' He exhaled loudly, weakly. 'Fuck! Fuck! Ngh…!'

So tight! So fucking tight! Aaron thought he had adjusted. Cassandra thought she had adjusted. After so much fucking, they presumed they could fuck like a normal couple and for a while they could. But now, a little after her birthday, it felt like they hadn't made progress at all. It felt like he could cum at the mere touch of her and that she would orgasm and tighten every second he was inside her.

He slowed down. His pace matched their restricted breathing. Slow thrusts, gentle thrusts of his hips, quiet hiccups of pleasure. The sweat, the smell, the odour, Cassandra inhaled it and came again. This time, Aaron couldn't resist the urge–the temptation to cream the birthday girl. The pressure building up in his balls got heavier and heavier until…he seemingly couldn't. He released the contents in his sack and filled her up with his seed. A heavy, grated gasp echoed from her.

"T-thank–" Cassandra cut herself off, climaxing. "A-Aaron–I…I…mmmh….gooood~♡! Cum! Cum~♡! Cum~♡!"

She couldn't see through the blindfold despite craving Aaron's limaxing face. Instead, she could only feel the sensation of being filled up by him: a passionate tenderness like none other. Sweat poured down her like rain as her body tanked the male intruders swimming inside her. The typical moaning, the typical howling, the typical begging ensued, of course. Yet somehow it was different because it was Cassandra speaking. It was Cassandra begging and squirming and climixing.

"L-love…" Aaron perked up between her babbles of moaning and words. "Love…you…love, love! Lovelove~♡! Love youuuu~♡!"

Aaron's balls clenched as hard as they could and proceeded to unload another fresh batch. Hearing her admit that, hearing those words even though they were spoken from a sexual frenzy…fuck…he just wanted to fuck and cuddle with her. He wanted to give her everything. He grabbed her by the ankles and lurched himself inside, hips and cock working together for a hungry plunge to her core. He didn't say a word. He simply came and came and came. Throbbing, throbbing, throbbing. He had taken her away from Stephanie's lap and into him. He was so deep and cumming so much that he thought he saw heaven again.

Finishing inside her was easily one of the best moments of Aaron's life. Pulling out was a massive struggle as her cunt clung on to him and begged him not to leave. His cock belonged inside her and he agreed. Unfortunately, his hefty load needed a place to escape. It couldn't stay inside her forever. The inside he popped out, there was so much thick, viscous cum spilling that Stephanie's throat hitched in surprise. She could see it. She could see the sheer amount of fertile, vigorous seed. It was like nothing she had seen before.

Stephanie swallowed, trembling, and said, "W-wow…" She swallowed the bile in her throat again. "That…is quite the birthday present, huh?"

Cassandra's head rolled on her side, still blindfolded, and still recovering. Stephanie wanted to pay her some attention but–

"It's real pretty…and big…" Stephanie drawled out. Aaron's erection managed to stiffen from the comment. She glanced at her laid out friend–the female who she considered to be the strongest woman she knew. The sweet, shy Cassandra that was apparently this man's personal cum dumpster.

Her g-string was soaked. She inhaled sharply, gave her blindfolded friend one last look, and crawled over. It was her turn. It was time for Stephanie Brown to get absolutely fucked.

With her feet, in a display of supreme human skill, she got an elastic band from the side table and flicked it to her hand. She tied up her golden hair, blowjob style. Aaron knew what was coming. She took a mouthful of his cock and cleaned him.

Cumming inside one Batgirl and then having the other suck on his dick was an unforgettable experience. He didn't need to put his hands on her or order her to do anything either. The consent was totally mutual here. This had all happened because they wanted it to happen.

Aaron sat back, arms behind him, and sighed in relief. Stephanie wasn't particularly skilled. The number of inches she could deepthroat was even less impressive as she could generally only take in his swelling cock head.

"Good work," Aaron praised, sighing. "You Batgirls aren't to be underestimated."

Stephanie was too busy suctioning his dick to hear his compliment. All focus was on servicing him. All focus was on cleaning him. Aaron could perfectly control his hypnosis now and he knew she wasn't doing this because of that. Stephanie Brown was doing this because she wanted to. Her tongue slithered around his glans as if it was a delicious lollipop. She didn't slobber all over him and instead drank the juices trickling down his shaft, whether it was Aaron's or Cassandra's.

It was a long, tedious process, especially as she oftentimes paused to catch her breath. He allowed it because he could tell she hadn't done it in a while. A year, perhaps longer? Regardless, it was Aaron's cock she was training herself on. She couldn't possibly find something better.

"You have such a tight little cunt, don't you?" Stephanie, enthralled by her blowjob, did not his finger teasing her slit. Hardly less than an inch inside yet gripping him madly. He smiled. His fingers was fucking drenched in her juices. Inexperience or not, she was wet enough to cause a waterfall. "This is going to be fun."

"Oh–" The second Stephanie looked away from his dick, Aaron picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. His hand gripped her ass cheek tightly, the iconic bubble butt finally in his hands. It wasn't as firm as Cassandra's, soft enough that his fingers could grope them tenderly, but there was still a remarkable toned aspect to them. He loved it. "H-hey, where are we–"

They weren't going far. He placed her close to the door and smiled. Stephanie flicked between his face, his erection, then the door. She smiled back and stepped back until her back hit the wall. They kissed. They made out.

"Again, choosing a g-string is quite…" A hand went down to grip the Batgirl booty. Smirks were exchanged.

"Then I guess I should take it off."

He watched as she slid the fabric down to her feet and tossed it in Cassandra's directions. He buried his lips into her neck, kissing the shorter blonde for giving access to her pussy. Because really, what was going to happen when he penetrated her? Obviously, he would own her hole. Simple as that. Stephanie lifted her leg and hooked it over his shoulder. His hand held her ankles tightly and gave it a kiss. His cock gradually entered her.

"Ooh, gosh! Shit! You're really…mmmph!" Stretching her. He was stretching her beyond belief, beyond any dildo or penis ever had. It was a matter of size, really. Aaron was longer, thicker, and better. She could feel it. She had tasted it. Her neck tilted back, she moaned obscenely. "You're so nice…and deep…fuck…how deep…are…"

Stephanie glanced down with an eye and went wide. Six inches. That was it. There was so much of his shaft remaining, she hiccuped. It was like he had shoved the biggest cock in the world yet it was plain as day that he had barely gotten started. Her jaw clenched.

"H-how…did Cass…" she trailed off, unable to form words. Seeing her pussylips wrap around his girth was…

"Mmh! Oh~♡! Gah~♡! A-amazing~!"

Aaron smirked, kissed her on the forehead, and went deeper. More moans. More squirming. And of course, before he could fit his length inside, she orgasmed.

"F-fuuuck….!" Stephanie was unexpectedly quiet as the orgasm shook her mind and body. Her toes trembled and she nearly fell to the side. Aaron locked her in place, however, with his hands slipped onto her waist. Her slim, sensitive waist that seemed to shiver under his touch.

For a second, he was still. The complete length was his cock was lodged inside, reaching places she had never thought possible. Blue eyes rolled back, her body just barely started to comprehend the level of pleasure and deepness she was feeling. It was like someone was kissing her and rousing her awake.

"W-what…a…cock…" Stephanie murmured, drooling. "What a–"

The ballerina sex position was quite intimate and close. He was pressed against her and as he had pushed his cock deeper, they came closer and closer until they were glued together. Sweat and sexes coming together. He twisted her torso and on instinct she threw her hands to the door to regain her equilibrium. Perfect. Just like that, the stage was set. As she pressed her hands to the door on top of her leg slung over his shoulder, Aaron started thrusting. The angle was magnificent. Completely out of this world.

Her cunt was sloping wet and insanely tight. It was the first she had ever taken a cock of this magnitude but also the first time she had been this turned on. Her booty was to the side but he couldn't help but want to slap it. It was fucking Batgirl. Hundreds of men and women in Gotham had wanted to grope that thing. Like a perverted man with no dignity, he groped her. Stephanie liked that. Then, his arousal nearing its peak, he slapped her bottom.

"God~! Fuck!" She squeezed him dry, nearly coaxing a load from him. Gritting his teeth, he was able to stop the premature ejaculation and stared at her twisted expression. Aaron smirked.

"Ooh, you like that, huh?" He slapped her again. The recoil felt great against his hand. Her walls tightened up again. "Oooh. So you want to get spanked? Want to get fucked? Is that it?"

"Y-yes!"

Stephanie tightened up. It wasn't just his actions, it was his words. She loved it. She wanted to be degraded. She wanted to get fucked. She wanted it all.

"Such a greedy little whore. Aren't I your best friend's birthday present? How could you be so fucking greedy!" Clap! Clap! Clap! He went harder. Faster. Flesh slapped flesh and daunting wet echoes filled the room. "You like it when I talk dirty!?"

"Y-yes! YES!"

"Pffft! Batgirl, huh? You're just some blonde bitch bimbo! Say it with me, you're just a dumb blonde bimbo!"

"I'm a dumb blonde bimbo! I'm a dumb blonde bimbo! Please! Please! Keeeeep fuuuuucking meeeee~!"

He did. Aaron decided he would try this adjusted ballet dancer sex position with someone else because he came like a man needing to breed. He pumped her with more cum than she had seen in a lifetime and Stephanie couldn't even see it. The Batgirl fainted in his arms as soon as he started spurting.

Aaron kept her afloats, arms wrapped around her, until he was done. Then, he set her down. The blonde whore was athletic and strong but she couldn't compete with what Aaron was now.

Before he could see the cum gush out from her hole, a strong hand pulled him back and onto the bed. It could only be one woman. He smiled.

"Cass, you're back." The blindfold was off too and he could see her face in its full glory, including her greedy brown eyes. Straddling him, his cock remained as hard as steel and laid hot against her stomach. "You look hot and bothered. Anything wrong?"

Her hands massaged his twitchy glans and she smiled down at him. "Very nice, long hard cock," she said, stroking him, "only for me though. Steph later."

"I know, I know." His back went upright and he kissed her. The two melted into each other as they wrapped their hands around their heads and went deeper. They wished so badly that they could just be inside each other…forever. Alas, that wasn't possible. Wedged between their cores, his shaft twitched. Pre-cum leaked. Cassandra giggled.

Eventually, Aaron was inside her in that exact position. Close and taut, lips intermingling, chest and breasts pressed and squeezed. There was no roughness. He didn't move his hips nor did she move hers. They simply sat there, connected, basking in each other's warmth. The moist yet warm clenching of her cunt and the hot throbbing of his shaft. It was–

"Mmmm…"

–otherworldly. Aaron finished inside her without a word. It was quiet, almost as if it had never happened. But it did. Cassandra's moans were covered by his lips. Her twitches, the shocks permeating through her body, he hugged her tightly to keep her reactions. The intensity was contained yet just as high and special. A tremendous gift for Cassandra Cain. She herself must have climaxed a dozen times in the span of his release. It was like an expulsion she had been desiring for weeks.

"Aaron…" Cassandra called out huskily, "love…this…"

Even as his climax ended, his balls contracted softly. Pumping and pumping sperm inside her. Throbbing over and over again. Cassandra shuttered. His balls were wrung dry. They felt so, so, so tight Aaron felt like he was ascending. His gaze was misty and uncoated in the woman in front of him. Clench, clench, clench…his own cum trickled down and smothered his ballsack.

He didn't know how long it was until he was done. Honestly? He didn't care either because he already knew they were going to keep going anyway.