"No trust?"
"Trust is earned. It's as simple as that. And I don't trust Aaron Reigner given all the coincidences around him."
"Explain, please."
Sitting at the helm of the BatComputer, observing footage of Aaron Reigner at Zatanna Zatara's show, was Bruce Wayne–the Batman. His cowl was off and his utility belt was set to the side, allowing him to relax in his chair, back flat on the vertical surface. While his eyes remained locked on Aaron Reigner and Iman Avesta, his ears listening to Zatanna's magic show, his hand was quite occupied.
Nestled between his legs was Katana, otherwise known as Tatsu Yamashiro, the wielder of the cursed Soultaker. Of course, her skills lay not just in traditional swordplay. She was also quite adept at pleasuring Batman's very own sword, her head bobbing up and down the length vigorously. His right hand stroked the woman's black hair tenderly.
From the back, no one would be able to tell he was receiving a blowjob from Katana, the silent swordswoman of the Birds of Prey. Bruce himself didn't care if he did get caught, despite recognizing just how ridiculous and porn-like the situation was. In fact, similar to those ludicrous porn videos on the internet, his black trunks were removed to shamelessly expose his manhood. If he stood up and turned, his cock and balls would hang out and utterly destroy the branding and reputation of Batman.
Of course, Bruce wasn't an idiot. He was regarded as the second smartest man on Earth for a reason. No one was here in the Batcave–no one besides him and Katana. With no Alfred to look over his shoulder, he could do whatever he wanted, including getting a blowjob from the Japanese hero.
Bruce showed little signs of pleasures, besides a small shift in breathing. "Aaron Reigner. Raised in an orphanage, parents unknown, he's at first glance nothing special. He's very calm and kind, particularly towards his daughter. I placed over a hundred wiretaps in his home. Nothing. He's as normal as they come. Perhaps a bit solemn during private moments."
His cock popped out of her lips as Katana commented, "Like you?"
He glared down at her. The allegedly mute woman went back to sucking his dick. She engulfed the entirety of his length, letting it hit the back of her throat. This time, Batman balled his hands into fists. Katana was quick to notice his reaction and started fondling with his balls. The operation was not easy as he sat lazily on his chair, legs barely spread, but Katana made it work.
"Coincidences can be a scary thing," Bruce continued as his cock remained inside Katana's throat, warming her. Her innocent brown eyes, devoid of a mask, stared up at him patiently. "And very incriminating. Aaron lives directly under Gotham Girl. She's on a temporary hiatus so I can't ask her to spy on him but it did raise concern over who this man was. Was it really a coincidence? Was he a new supervillain? Or just a poor civilian in the crossfire of Riddler's schemes?"
Her gag reflex was nonexistent. Katana was well-trained. She started to bounce up and down his dick and did not so much as twitch as he hit the back of her throat. Her saliva nearly escaped but she mindlessly pulled back, exposing his erection to the air, lapped the unnecessary fluids up, then went back to work. Up and down, up and down…
Katana was like a responsible little whore.
"I decided to backtrack. His recent day to day life gave me nothing, therefore I looked into my own history as well as his and cross-referenced potential overlaps. Generally speaking, besides Cassandra, there was nothing, except for one. There was one big connection between us: Selina Kyle," Bruce said, hearing his heart in his ears. "I didn't expect to see her after our failed wedding. In retrospect, I should have been suspicious when she approached me but I wasn't. How could I be? I could tell she was genuinely afraid of what she saw in the basement and I was grateful for her information. If Selina hadn't told me the basic schematics of the device, I might not have been able to figure out the passcode. Metahumans and aliens might have disappeared from the face of the Earth."
Katana's responded by sucking on his dick like a lollipop. Tongue swirling in maddening whirls and twists. Like a ripple of hot spring water coaxing his cock, Bruce bit his bottom lip. He was getting close. He needed to divert his attention back to his explanation to delay his sweet release.
"Hrn." Throb, throb, throb. Think, think, think. "Here's what I found out, however. Days before Selina approached me, she served as Aaron's tour guide at the Gotham Museum. The BatComputer confirmed the tickets and receipts. I checked the museum cameras and besides the typical friendly flirty, the two of them didn't know each other. They had never met. Therefore, again, it could just be a coincidence. But after so many coincidences, one has to think: is Aaron Reigner really normal? Is he hiding something? Or is he planning something?"
Cock, cock, cock. Katana was addicted to sucking his cock and Bruce delighted in the sounds and sensation of cock sucking. Win-win.
"On top of that, I can say for a fact that Selina has been sleeping with someone else. Her walls were much looser. Even the way she sucked my cock was different, like she was used to something much larger. I saw the footage in the urinals. I saw Aaron Reigner standing next to John Constantine. His penis easily fits that bill. It's massive."
A strong, heavy rhythm overtook his cock. Bruce could hear his heart in his ears, going in beat with his steady pulsing. His balls tingled and began its production of sperm. The pressure was rising up, up, up. Due to his training, he could easily resist it but…
"Unfortunately, I couldn't pinpoint a time or place on their potential rutting. Moreover, Selina sleeps around anyway. She could have taken a massive cock before we hooked up. So then I have to move on to the most recent coincidence: the kidnapping. Every witness attested to Angel Breaker searching for someone called the Chosen One. It was a repeated phrase, they say. Police interrogations of high-level Leviathan members also repeatedly mention a Chosen One and that the One was surely amongst the one hundred and four kidnapped men and women. I have heard that term only once before–from Ra's al Ghul."
Bruce's breath hitched. His words were momentarily stuck in his throat. Katana's dick sucking skills were profound enough to give him pause. He was nearly sent over the edge. He managed to avoid the messy climax by reciting an ancient Mayan meditation.
"Ra's once mistook me as the Chosen One and nearly gave me everything." Bruce kept going. For the sake of his pride, he had to. "And my gut is telling me the League has done it again–they have found the future leader of the League of Assassins and Shadows. Talia's new husband. Whoever it winds up being, good or bad, they have to be carefully monitored. And my gut feeling is telling me it's Aaron Reigner. His brief contact with Selina, the mysterious circumstances surrounding the Harley and Ivy incident–which, coincidentally, took place at HIS workplace–and his placement in the kidnapping. It all lines up."
A crackle erupted from the BatComputer.
It was Zatanna. Through her hat, she summoned fireworks onto the stage. Applause came from the crowd. Some people stood up. Zatanna ran across the platform and swooped down the remaining crackles in the air into her hat.
Swish and bow.
"Thank you, thank you!" Her hat extended, head bowed, cleavage in their direction, and a wink, she caused a greater uproar. She stood up straight, smiled, and raised her arms out. "This was Zatanna Zatara, Mistress of Magic! Remember that name!"
Throb. The pressure in his balls continued and Bruce did not want it to stop. Especially as two of the cameras focused on Zatanna as she ended her show. She was a close friend of his and damn did she carry out a fantastic performance–and he wasn't talking about her magic.
His right hand massaged Katana's scalp. The swordswoman enjoyed his bare touch, which was a blend of roughness and love, and started vacuuming on his glans. Cheeks narrowing, Katana sucked and sucked and sucked–
"Ngh!"
Until she practically drained his balls of their cum. Spurt, spurt, spurt. Several strings of his thick semen went inside her. A shudder went down his spine as his balls clenched, the signal of a second wind. A fountain of thick white spunk gushed out from his veiny cock and Katana's throat persevered with its swallowing. Gulp, gulp, gulp!
Katana swallowed every drop of it, like she had done it a dozen times before. The Batman's hands carried on with its light caressing of her hair.
His cock popped out of her mouth again, wilting, and he saw Katana open in her mouth. There was sticky saliva, there was her long red tongue, but there was no sign of his cum. She had drunk all of it.
"Good work," he praised, petting her further. His voice purred as he repeated, "Good work."
As if switching internet tabs, he glanced back at the BatComputer. Though Aaron Reigner and the Chosen One had not warranted enough suspicion to be a threat, his instincts told him otherwise. Call it his detective's intuition. Call it paranoia. It didn't matter, the plan was in motion.
His blue eyes meticulously watched the screen as the young black-haired man entered Zatanna's private room. Iman was close behind. Underneath the carpet of the room was a certain magic circle that would judge whether he was the Chosen One.
This was it. This would make or break his trust. If Aaron Reigner was not the Chosen One, then he was going to bend Katana over and fuck right here and now, BatComputer be damned.
If he was…let's just say Cassandra would have to get someone new to crush on. As her adopted father, he would not allow her to interact with an individual so dangerous.
***
Arms spread across the keyboard of the BatComputer and trained ass slicked upwards from the arch of her spine, Katana was getting dicked down. As promised, Bruce fucked her. One hand gripping her ass cheek and–
"–not a zilch of magic. I thought I sensed magic in the crowd but honestly? I feel that kind of thing all the time. Human magi that don't know of their potential are more common than you think. When they get exposed to my magic, they feel it and their bodies naturally respond to it by radiating a little magic of their own. It's normal."
–the other hand holding his phone to his ear. Bruce grunted as he pistoned in and out of her wet pussy. Her walls opened up to his length eagerly, swallowing him and clenching onto him. It was a nice, supple sensation. His lips remained tight-lipped, however, despite the bliss shooting up his body. His balls smacked her alongside his pelvis. He was fast, faster than any human had a right to be. He was pounding her with the same amount of effort as he would beat a criminal. Sweat trickled down his temple. His hair was a mess.
He rocked his hips into her over and over again. Although inhumanely fast, technique accompanied every one of his thrusts. One half of his mind juggled Katana's sensitive zones while the other considered Zatanna's words.
"Are you sure?" Bruce asked, holding his breath to disguise his efforts.
"It was a quadruple-layered magic circle. If he was the Chosen One, if he was some sort of reality warper, I would have noticed. You trust my expertise, right Brucie? Then listen when I say this guy isn't it. The Chosen One is here in Gotham but they are not this Aaron individual."
While Zatanna's luscious voice echoed, he fucked the living hell of Katana. Grunts, sweat, and tears were flared from the tranquil swordswoman. Each thrust, each clap of her ass cheeks, nearly sent her over the edge. Hunched over the way she was, Bruce was at the perfect elevation to pound her cunt. Sloppy wet juices dripped out.
Her mouth was agape but did not make noise. Katana knew what would happen if she so much as made a peep. Zatanna would grow concerned, teleport over into the Batcave, and witness the scandalous sight. Bruce Wayne in his Batman costume pounding Katana from behind, her pants forcibly torn to accommodate their dirty, filthy sex.
The claps of her ass cheeks were quiet enough that they didn't register over the phone. The perfect calculation on Bruce's part.
"Hrn. Your knowledge of magic supersedes mine, so I trust you on this. Thank you."
He could feel Katana approaching her climax. Her walls were clamping on him so fucking hard, he was finding it difficult to move. The honey-like fluids inside her were slickening down on him. She started panting heavily. A moan was about erupt from her–
"No problem," Zatanna said through the phone. Panic filled his systems. Katana was holding onto dear life, on the cusp of a slutty, ear-piercing moan. Why wasn't Bruce stopping then? Because he was also REALLY fucking close. His primal instincts were taking over. His thrusts were blurs outside his control. A sigh came from Zatanna. "The next suspect is Dick, huh? I mean, saying your own son is the Chosen One is a bit conceited, wouldn't you think? Wait, John is also on the list? Wait, you brought him here to Gotham!?"
Bruce leaned forward and slapped his hand over Katana's mouth. He whispered into her left ear, phone pulled away, and muttered, "Cumming early, aren't you? Fine." He kept his hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her voice. He brought the phone back to his lips and briefly addressed Zatanna's concerns. "It's complicated, Zatanna. I'll see you later."
"Oh, okay. Bye–"
Beep! He tossed the phone to the side, straightened his back, and seized Katana's ass cheeks. Fingers digging in and listening to her restrained whimper, Bruce furrowed his brows. "Let's finish this up."
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap–!
"Ooooooh~!" There it was. That was the moan she had been holding back. Fuck, if Zatanna had heard that, it would have been the end of the big, burly menacing Batman. He would have been labelled a pervert. Same with Katana. The two of them would have become superhero laughing stocks–an example of people who couldn't control their libidos.
The precious Bat Cock thrusted in and out of her, violating her insides just as the rumours suggested it would. His speed, his technique, it was beyond human. There was a reason he was called THE rich playboy of Gotham City. If his resolve was into it, then he fuck any bitch into heaven.
Katana came. She moaned. She howled. Bruce kept going. "Y-you're going to make me cum again…!"
The silent woman's uncharacteristic proclamation sent a small smirk up his lips. "I know."
Gathering up power in his hips, he lunged into her, cock reaching deeper than before. A gasp. A dreamy moan. At that moment, Batman couldn't hold himself back. The pressure in his balls was rising up his shaft. It was inevitable. If it wasn't for his indomitable will, if he were a lesser man, he would have cum inside the Japanese heroine's amazing pussy. Ravaged her with a hearty creampie. Instead, he pulled out and slapped his cock on her ass. Like a fountain, he poured out cum down her back, shooting string of cum after string of cum.
Katana arched her back and moaned. A blistering climax that put her horny body to rest. Bruce grunted and sloppily jerked himself off to further his shots. Spewing the precious baby batter that Talia al Ghul had once lusted over and collected. He let out one final sigh as he arrived at the end. His climax subsided, leaving insignificant dribbles down his tip, and Katana was left satisfied. Her cunt was still dripping from her passionate peak.
Bruce huffed and stared at his limp dick, slick and wet with fluids and resting on Katana's phenomenal booty. His balls were utterly drained. Good. He did NOT want to risk another Damian incident.
At the corner of his eye, he saw the BatComputer beeping. Apparently, the Speed Force sensors he put all over Gotham had been triggered. The BatComputer had finished calculating when it happened and who was responsible for it.
> Date: 47 hours ago.
> Speed Force User: Barry Allen.
Bruce sighed in his head. 'So Barry came over to eat again.'
Every now and again, Barry Allen, the second fastest man alive, came to Gotham for a pepperoni, jalapeno, black olive pizza. In fact, just last week, he snuck into the Batcave with said pizza and offered to share some with him.
Bruce had reluctantly taken a slice and, to his dismay, was forced to admit that it tasted delectable.
Batman might have been reclusive but he wasn't ignorant to the concept of friends. Barry Allen was amongst the few men in his life that he would trust with his life and his city.
In his personal notes, Bruce once said that Barry Allen was the kind of man he would have hoped to become had his parents not been murdered in front of his own eyes. That statement held true to this day.
Regarding Aaron Reigner, however…no matter the evidence, no matter his excuses, he would always suspect him. Always. Because Bruce couldn't afford to be wrong.
Moreover, there was the issue of the Chosen One himself. Who was he if not Aaron Reigner? He listed off Dick and some others but that was out of consideration. A mere possibility. Dick was his adopted son and he had watched him since he was a child. Bruce would have known if Dick was a cosmic entity by now.
Aaron on the other hand? There was still much to consider. If he was a reality warper, there was a good chance he outsmarted Zatanna somehow. He recognized how blatantly illogical it was but worse things had happened to him.
Bruce was going to get to the bottom of this Chosen One. Today, he conceded victory but tomorrow and next week he WILL gain something. He was Batman after all–the World's Greatest Detective.
To start, he would tell him the truth about his adopted daughter's heritage. That way, maybe, just maybe, he could get Aaron to ease up…