The Harem House. Located in Cherry Hill and once a mere outpost for Hadiyah, it had evolved into an area for his Inner Harem to gather and push his plans. He had Talia invest in several additional security measures.
Aaron also placed magical barriers all around the resident. How? The answer was simple: Ra's al Ghul's personal library. Aaron Reigner as his successor had inherited it. The vast, historical library was located near the Yellow River (or Huang He), the second largest river in China and a basin of ancient proportions. Ra's al Ghul kept many books detailing magic circles and enchantments. On the lawn, Aaron set a massive magic circle that mentally suggested an unwanted presence to turn around and forget about the house.
'I can risk someone like John Constantine or his friends to come in.'
He was still in Gotham–John Constantine. Unlike Zatanna, who left after Bruce's orders, the rugged British magician stayed. He did not end the mission until he had pursued all avenues. That was the way of John Constantine.
Aaron had no intention of fighting him. Afterall, despite his magical expertise, John was vulnerable to technology. He didn't notice the CCTVs following his every move. He didn't see that Hadiyah was observing his every move and used traffic lights to ensure he stayed far away from Aaron's base of operations.
With Chloe dropped at school and Cassandra at Wayne Manor resting up, Aaron decided to pay his Harem House a visit. He dropped by at least two or three times a week, with his last arrival having happened three days ago. In the meantime, he also kept in touch with Hadiyah and regularly texted her. Communication was tight as she updated him once every three hours.
He twisted the front door knob and–
"Aaron!"
–was tackled in a hug by none other than Elizabeth Kane. The tall, short-haired blonde woman smiled at him like a shining diamond.
"It's so good to see you!" Her arms squeezed him into another hug. Aaron smiled and returned it softly. He let her squeeze as much as she wanted.
"Elizabeth, hey," Aaron greeted. "Doing well?"
Elizabeth was like a dog when it came to Aaron. She ran to the door whenever she knew he was here. Even now, she was wagging her head up and down excitedly.
"Very well!" She wore plain white cotton pyjamas, her curves highlighted and pressed to him. Her boobs weren't huge nor was her ass particularly fat but she had a flawless complexion and figure. Like a doll's, almost.
As if they had done this a hundred times before, her arms clung to his neck and her feet lifted off the floor, with Aaron coolly holding her up in a princess carry. Elizabeth giggled as he walked to the living room. The television was on and he identified three people keenly watching it.
Jaina Hudson, Lady Shiva, and Talia were watching a drama. The audio was loud but quality, an anticipated feature from a WayneTech smart TV. They were enthralled by a show called Lucifer. Yes, as in the actual devil. The drama explored his identity, the way God cast him down to Earth, and his love story with a human. Aaron enjoyed the show for what it was although he did understand it was nowhere near a mirror of reality.
Lucifer Morningstar existed but he had left this Multiverse a long, long time ago. His interest in humans was likely slim to none. Talia's rapt interest, dressed in that luscious green cheongsam (a Chinese gown-dress), was easy on the eyes though.
On the screen, seemingly torturing a poor soul, the fictional Lucifer said, "I'm not evil. I merely punish those who deserve it. But I must confess, I rather enjoy it."
Jaina leaned forward, totally engaged while Lady Shiva reclined casually and Talia sat poised, fingers tracing her wine glass.
"Hadiyah is in the basement?" Aaron questioned, taking the spot between Jaina and Shiva. Elizabeth giggled as she adjusted herself on his lap, butt rubbing into his crotch. Elizabeth was quite the delight.
"As are Angel Whore and Julia. They have been keeping close tabs on John Constantine as you requested," Talia informed him. "The man is muttering to himself and it is difficult for the audio to pick out what he has said. Therefore, we are having Julia do just that."
Why was Aaron keeping a strict eye on John Constantine? It was because of the Synchronicity Wave Travelling. The power of ultimate luck and circumstance. The power of a main character.
Literal, tangible plot armour. That was what the Collective Unconscious referred it as.
Aaron suspected this was why Zatanna stayed with John for so long. Despite his size, his dick would ride out in her pussy according to the instincts of the omniverse. He was, whether it be in bed or in a fight, not to be underestimated. There was a reason John had been able to threaten the devil and god–the Laughing Magician was a threat like few could stop.
While Aaron himself possessed the synchronicity freeway, he could not use it like John could. Not yet anyway. He had been watching him through cameras but it wasn't enough. He needed to be in his vicinity in order to capture and copy the full extent of it. This wasn't some arbitrary super strength, super speed, or hypnosis. The Synchronicity Wave was amongst the most powerful abilities in the omniverse. It demanded respect, authority, and understanding.
For example, according to the Collective Unconscious' whispers, there was once a mage hunter in Africa who had been killing mages by the dozen. A weak and terrified mage left the continent on a boat and jumped from ship to ship to avoid detection and trails. It was a gruesome, hopeless journey. The mage hunter that was chasing him was powerful, after all. However, mere seconds after making it onto land of the British, the terrified mage encountered John Constantine. It was all luck, of course, a twist of fate if you will. John had simply decided to go on a walk that morning and happened to walk by the harbour. Running into the panicked mage was the universe playing tricks.
It was the power of the Synchronicity Wave Travelling.
'I'm guessing it's also how he coincidentally found me in the bathroom at Zatanna's show. I hadn't realized I could hide my presence through focus, thus he was able to find me.' To think Aaron would have such a naturally nifty ability. To remain undetectable even in the eyes of the omniscient. Thank the maker for it. Otherwise, Aaron didn't know how he would deal with John. 'Although he might not be able to find me anymore, that doesn't remove the others. John Constantine is dangerous.'
"Good. Keep it up." Aaron nodded and Elizabeth cuddled on his chest. He smiled down at her and then continued with the serious conversation. "What about the crime families?"
"Regarding Tobias Whale and his nephew, we had Iman tip off my Beloved Bruce. Since it is such a sudden but reliable source, I am certain he will go for it," Talia said, sipping on her wine. "Iman also sent him key locations we received from the Whale. In other words, even if Tobias Whale manages to escape prison, he will have nothing to return to. I suspect in the coming summer season, the Russian Mafia will all but dissolve in Gotham."
Put simply, through tight coordination of his Inner Harem, Tobias Whale was sealing his own fate and he didn't even know it. He had totally fallen into his spell. It was like taking candy from a baby.
"In terms of results, the Chinese triads and their narcotics have been completely depleted. We've been tipping off Tim Drake and the GCPD to raid drug cartels throughout Gotham and they have scheduled their final raid on Friday. In other words, Penitente Cartel and Escabedo Cartel will collapse and soon lose all their influence by next week." Lady Shiva took a second to pause. Her attention was momentarily stolen by the TV show. Exhaling, she continued, "Our only threat is Intergang and Bruno Mannheim."
Bruno Mannheim–or according to the Collective Unconscious, Darkseid's minion. Bruno was a devout worshipper of the Religion of Crime and their Crime Bible but the depth of his connection to Darkseid was unknown. Aaron didn't want to risk it, however. He would bring Bruno down by any means necessary. Alien and otherworldly weaponry needed to disappear from the streets of Gotham.
The Religion of Crime was also the same institution that had brainwashed Elizabeth Kane. Funny how the world worked. It was why Elizabeth was so keen on serving him–on joining him on his quest. She agreed that the Religion of Crime needed to be taken down and that current measures weren't enough. Batman and Batwoman weren't enough.
"We're making progress. Good work, everyone."
Aaron Reigner was.
"Aaron, can I ask you something?" Elizabeth asked, leaning back into him. Aaron nodded, eyes to the television screen. "Why haven't you…you know…"
Had sex with her? Good question.
"It's been a month," Elizabeth said, suddenly shy in his lap. "Um, I can do stuff for you too, you know? More than just being the CEO and helping guns off the street and all that stuff. I can help you in other ways."
"I know." His hand stroked her hair. "But you're still trying to get a hold of your life, right? As a new CEO of a billionaire dollar company, I'm sure it took you a lot of excuses to take the day off and come here."
"It did," Elizabeth admitted. "B-but that doesn't matter. You do." Gulping nervously, she suddenly said, "You know I look exactly like my sister, right? Same height, same weight, same face. Even my hair–see, my blondeness is actually dyed. I'm naturally a redhead like my sister."
Right, since they were twins. He didn't like where this was going either.
"She's a lesbian so you'll never get to be with her." Elizabeth played with her fingers. "You can do that with me. Fuck me and pretend that it's…Batwoman."
"That's…" A little fucked up, he said in his head. However, since Elizabeth was a sensitive thirty-nine year old woman, he opted for a calmer approach. "...not what I want, Beth. If I want to have sex with you, I'll do it because it's you. Not because of your sister, not because of a Batwoman cosplay–you."
"But my sister is so incredibe–"
"But she's not you." He sighed. "You think that if it was Kate in my lap, I would have already bedded her."
With a bitten lip, she nodded. Aaron shook his head no.
"Not true. But…since you're so adamant and you won't believe me otherwise…" Aaron lifted himself and Elizabeth off the couch. She let out an undignified meep as he princess-carried her again. "We might as well do it."
"Good luck," Talia said, stretching her legs. "I will come up after you are done with her."
"I have another show to watch," said Lady Shiva. "The martial arts in it is so terrible that I must skip out today."
"Hey, you're getting hobbies. I'm not complaining."
'It'll be good for the day when you and Cass eventually reconcile.'
Because that was a large part of him allowing Lady Shiva to remain unhypnotized. He wanted Lady Shiva to genuinely make an effort to reconnect with her daughter. She was aware that he was dating Cassansra and although was proud she did have some qualms about it. She said that even though she'd rather have Aaron to herself, she wouldn't mind giving him to Cassandra either. Little things like that demonstrated the small progress Shiva had made.
Carrying Elizabeth up the stairs and into the room, he hoped to do something familiar with Elizabeth. In her case, instead of an outward improvement with someone else, he wanted her to gain confidence in herself. An inward improvement.
"C-can I say something weird before we start?" Elizabeth said.
"Go ahead."
"I…I want to get fucked like a doll." Aaron wasn't unfazed. Sighing in relief, Elizabeth continued. "I want to get used a-and abused. I want you to fuck me like I'm an object. A-a pussy sleeve for you to use."
"You like that?"
"So much," Elizabeth whimpered. "I just…love being a doll. And if I do it with you, I'll feel safe. I'll…"
'Completely, totally trust me. She would do anything for me, impossible or not.'
Aaron nodded and smiled.
"Alright then. Our safe word will be strawberry, okay?"
"Okay."
"Let's get started then…my beautiful doll."
Elizabeth's eyes widened and she offered no further resistance, not even when he threw her onto the bed. She scrambled as she faced him.
He locked the door behind them, giving her a few seconds to gather her bearings. Nobody could intrude. Nobody was allowed to intrude–not Talia, not Lady Shiva, and not Hadiyah.
He dropped his pants and set his cock free. Elizabeth, sitting on her knees on the bed, gaped as he stepped forward. The shadow of his girthy cock loomed over like a tower. Frankly, she was at a loss for words. Not just from the sheer size of it but from how forward and aggressive Aaron was acting.
"Um, uh…"
"What?" He asked, not remotely amused by her response. "Suck it." He nudged the tip of his cock against her cheek. Elizabeth's slack-jawed expression remained, however.
"It's...you're big. Like really, really big."
From her perspective, it was borderline terrifying. His cock was a very dangerous shade of red, appearing angry and prepared to explode on her. Even his scrotum had a slight blue to them as the orbs within seemed bigger and heavier. Drooping down on the ball bag more than usual. Throbbing with every passing second, a large glob of pre-cum eventually smeared her cheek.
"That's not an explanation. That's a fact."
Again, Aaron wasn't at all satisfied. Actually, he felt hornier seeing Elizabeth so...afraid.
"I mean, I've glimpsed at it so I knew it would be massive but…." She gulped. Indeed, Aaron was already massive, stretching beyond her limits and then some. She honestly had no idea how she took him like she did. She had spent her weekends preparing for this, shoving dildo after dildo, shaping her cunt so that it could seamlessly take his member.
However, right now, she was faced with a cock that surpassed her wildest imagination. Something that would most certainly not fit inside of her unless there was a great deal of force involved. It was hard, it was angry, it was bigger than big. She estimated it was thirteen inches long, teetering on fourteen. Its thickness was, well...she was still counting that.
Still, this had to be a world record. Her saviour already had what was the biggest cock in the world. There was no question about it in her mind.
Elizabeth gulped again. Her core was heating up as she spoke.
"I...I'm not sure I can take that—"
"Do I look like I'm in the mood for you to say things twice?" His cock throbbed and Elizabeth swore it got bigger.
"N-no, sir."
"Then get to it."
She gave him one last pleading look, to which he responded by grabbing her head and forcing his cock into her. He wasn't asking for a blowjob. He was demanding her to deepthroat it.
Elizabeth didn't stand much of a chance. The head of his cock alone was enough to trigger her gag reflex. She started choking on it, slobbering her saliva all over it. Aaron waited for her to gather her bearings. When she did, he grabbed heapfuls of her hair and shoved a couple more inches down her throat.
She gagged, her eyes watered, and she struggled to take down the seven inches of cock. There was a strong smell oozing off him, a mix of sweat and his natural musk. Her mouth obscenely stretched apart, forced to take her superior's manly pungent cock, it was...well, difficult but strangely arousing. She could feel her panties get wet as her teacher continued asserting his dominance, continuing looking down at her as if she were a cum dumpster.
That's what she was right now. A cum dumpster, something to be used by her dear saviour. Something about him being in control made her want to try even harder.
"That's enough," Aaron announced, pulling himself out. As the last inch of his cock left, Elizabeth coughed, spitting out pre-cum and spit.
"So," she wiped her mouth with her sleeve, "what next—"
"Turn around."
"Yes, sir–"
"Are dolls supposed to talk?"
She shut her mouth and followed his orders without further delay, turning and raising her ass like a whore. Her hands against the board, ready for how badly he was going to plough her ass.
With a snap of his fingers, her pyjamas disappeared. Elizabeth, although aware of his powers, blushed as she felt the open air. Left in her babydoll lingerie, hanging over her body seductively, she grew horny and wet. He spread her ass cheeks apart and moved her panties to give away to her dripping cunt. He licked his lips as he lined himself up.
Elizabeth thought that after all the after dildo fucking, all the masturbation in her free time that she would be somewhat ready for this.
She wasn't. Not one bit.
One thrust. A single push that ended putting his entire fourteen inch cock inside her.
She blacked out.
Words couldn't describe the trashing.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap–!
Elizabeth was a doll. A human pussy sleeve. A machine of pleasure for Aaron to use.
Yet as she wracked up orgasm after orgasm, she wondered in the dizziness of her fucked mind on whether it was Aaron that was the machine–the sex doll. Because never in her life had she experienced this kind of euphoria.
When she woke up, she found herself sitting against the bed headboard. Her legs spread apart as copious globs of cum cum poured out of her abused pussy. She...couldn't feel anything either. Her legs were numb, her arms were twitching, and her eyes refused to open fully. She could only watch through lidded eyes as her saviour jerked his gigantic beast of cock off, pumping out more and more cum for her body to be covered in.
Jets of sticky white liquid landed on her hair, then her breasts and stomach. Elizabeth assumed he was nearing the end of his climax. He wasn't. Another strong splash of cum landed on her face and her body underwent a ghost of an orgasm. Her body twitched, her fingers curling up excitedly, and her tongue flopped out.
Elizabeth could feel her insides tightening up, releasing her fluids. The lingering ghost of his cock was seemingly making her act up. Any semblance of its presence such as his cum forced her to enter a pseudo-orgasm. Her mind recognized it but her body didn't.
Eventually, Aaron emptied himself, at least for the time being.
Staring at her desecrated body, seeing how badly her pussy had been fucked, how he marked her with his essence, his instincts told him to do more. He could, very easily in fact. His balls were full and it would take less than a second for him to bring his member back to life.
Knock-knock.
"Talia," said the voice from behind the door. "May I come in?"
Aaron's eyes closed and the door clicked open.
Talia stood there in her birthday suit. Her wonderful tanned breasts were stiff and her legs gleamed with her juices. She smirked at Aaron and sensually wagged her hips as she came through the door frame.
His cock throbbed, having found a new target.
Talia licked her lips. "I see the Chosen Cock is quite eager. Mm, I shall do my best to service it."
***
Two hours went by in a flash. He and Talia fucked and fucked till both her cunt and asshole were full of his cum.
Tits flung up and down while brown eyes locked with his. Moans and husky exhales sang through the room. It wasn't loud nor was it exaggerated. It was a bewitching sound of lust and satisfaction. Of a woman whose life was complete and could let loose with the dignity it wanted to carry itself with.
They were whimpers and whines of Talia al Ghul.
Sweat ran down her gorgeous body like a mad river. She bounced up and down the large phallus stirring her insides. She gasped, she moaned, she smirked.
"Phew!" For a second, Talia stopped to wipe the sweat from her brow. She smirked down at him as though this was a daily task. A fun exercise for her to burn through.
To an extent it was. Aaron was laying on the mattress cool and casual while Talia was above him–riding him cowgirl-style and sweating her ass off. Aaron was merely absorbing the pleasure–from the sounds to the sight. From the moans to the shaking tits.
Bouncing, bouncing, bouncing. Up and down, up and down, up and down…
"Not used to big cocks?"
"N-no," Tali gasped out. "I…the subordinates I chose to use and sleep were generally modelled after my Beloved. It's…" Another gasp. Another orgasm. "Mmmmph! F-fuck! I never fucked cock bigger than four inches!"
And now she was dealing with a cock three times that. Funny how life worked.
"Didn't you sleep with Bane?"
"Decades of venom usage s-shrank him down to the size of a w-wine cork! Fuuuck~!"
"Interesting." Bane was six-foot-eight and three hundred and fifty pounds. To have a disportionately tiny manhood must have been a curse. No woman would ever take him seriously once the pants came down.
Oh well. It wasn't Aaron's problem. Plus, Bane was a villain. He deserved it.
He received a message from Selina–or rather, a selfie. She was in an attractive black bikini, holding an iced-up glass of wine and surrounded by unconscious men. Aaron sighed as he read the caption.
'Mission complete! Miss your cock babe'
Aaron sighed and put the phone to the side. He had sent Selina to go after Intergang members away from mainland Gotham. Since Intergang was an international gang, Aaron occasionally needed to dispatch League members or Catwoman.
Bounce, bounce, bounce.
Talia shifted the attention back to her by pumping his cock with her tight cunt. She smirked down at him, lifted herself off his cock, and with her ass now facing him dropped back down. It was a swift, trained set of movements–seductive, quick, yet addicting and mesmerizing.
"Feel that ass?" Talia asked.
Imagine that: the heart-shaped ass of Talia al Ghul grinding on your pelvis. Her pussy twisting around your cock, feeling its girth and breathing in excitement from it. Panting, wanting, needing you.
Aaron's hands groped the fantastic brown ass in front of him. Up, down, up, down. She bounced up and down his dick as if she was the one paying him tribute. As if he was the fuckstick. To an extent, he was. Aaron delivered so much pleasure with his cock that fucking it was a reward for both parties.
But Talia was keenly reminded that Aaron was the dominant partner here. His fingers dug into her firm booty, watching and guiding as it bounced for him.
"No wonder your father put you up for sale so many times," Aaron praised. "Your pussy and your ass are incredible."
"Thank you." Talia flicked her hair as she looked over at him. "I have trained all my life for this."
She trained all her life to ride him reverse-cowgirl? God damn. He really had to thank Ra's al Ghul someday. First his library, then his League of Assassins and Shadows, and now his daughter?
Bounce, bounce.
Talia slipped off his cock, rotated, and then slammed back down. Aaron let out a small groan and Talia immediately leaned forward to kiss him.
"Mm." Aaron licked the saliva between their lips. "That was training well spent."
Parting from him, Talia smirked deliciously. "Thank you, Chosen One."
His hands went over to her hips. With a firm grip on her, she hopped up and down his dick again, initially smiling before breaking into a series of moans.
"Nobody has ever fucked me like you do," Talia said huskily, inches away from his away. The both of them were mirroring smirks as her hips rocked up and down his cock. Seeing her expression so up close, seeing it twist in pleasure, Aaron smirked.
"Oh yeah?"
It was a little sad. Bruce might have been her beloved in the past but he replaced him and filled his shoes three times over.
"Yesss." Talia shuddered, leaned back, and squeezed her breasts. "Use me. Use me!"
He did. His hips started to move. An orgasm struck Talia and she pinched her dark nipples.
"Don't stop! Don't stop! Fuck me like your own me!"
Faster, faster, faster. His hips started to rock harder and harder into her insides while his hands adjusted her in the utmost perfect elevation. Orgasm after orgasm reached into her systems, affecting her toes and her moans.
"G-god! It feels like it was made just for me! It gets me going in all the right spots." So many moans erupted from Talia. Aaron watched it underneath her, smirking, letting her continue. "No one else's ever felt this right–ooh~!"
Aaron's member was throbbing hard. He was on the cusp of release. Talia could feel it, her eyes gazing down it with dusty pupils.
"Fill me up," Talia demanded, panting. "Do it! Fill me up!"
"Ask nicely and I might."
Aaron slowed down and Talia whimpered. His cock made her feel so, so full and she was so close to the creampie she desperately wanted. Already, she was pregnant. Already, his seed was inside her. Even so, Talia al Ghul wanted more. She could never be satisfied with several orgasms. No, she wanted his cum to stuff her insides.
"P-please," Talia begged, short of breath. "P-please! Your Chosen Seed must be inside me! Please, my Beloved! Please…!"
On the pillow, Aaron tilted his head to the side, thinking, then nodded. "Why not? You've been doing quite well, haven't you?"
Then he came.
The face Talia made was one for the ages. The daughter of the Demon was a submissive little minx for him. From top to bottom, from her labia to her womb, his seed painted her white.
A delightful sigh left Aaron's lips. To his left on the bed, he heard another sigh. Elizabeth Kane was waking up from her slumber, it seemed. Aaron glanced from Talia, who was hunched over and reeling from the mega-orgasm caused by the creampie, to Elizabeth, who opened her eyes with feverish excitement.
"Talia," Aaron called, "how about you teach Elizabeth how to ride a cock properly. I think she's been wanting to."
Elizabeth blinked twice and giggled. "Okay," she replied, nodding.
Above, Talia exhaled. "F-fine…if it is what you desire."
For the next two hours, Talia and Elizabeth experimented on him like a piece of meat. They teased his cock, touched veins he didn't know he had, and overall blessed with an experiment that could only be given by older women.
Of course, in the end, he creampied them and left them on the bed fucked silly, but that was another matter. Today, he brought Elizabeth into the world of sex and he did it with tact. That was what counted in his mind. That was the good deed of the day.
Four hours remained till he had to pick Chloe up from school. Once he was dressed and in the living room, he checked his phone.
> Tanya: Orchard Hotel, room 616
'A booty call from Tanya? Just what I was waiting for.'
So that was his next destination: Orchard Hotel in Old Gotham. A hotel reserved for rich people. A hotel where Tanya Fox screamed his name a hundred times over. A hotel where the fate of Gotham would be decided.
Because this wasn't a mere booty call. For Tanya, yes, but for Aaron? Stage four was in motion and Tanya and her family were critical to its progression.
***
An hour later and Tanya Fox was nude, titties out, legs spread and drowning in thick white goo, and her tongue sticking out like a demented hentai character. Sitting across her face and tongue was the big white cock of Aaron Reigner. Semi-hard, the tip sizzling with cum, with the man himself smiling.
"So how was it…?
Tanya panted before being able to answer. "S-so…so good…!"
Aaron chuckled. Tanya was so easy to break. It was incredible, really. The woman's cunt was so loose that her husband probably wouldn't be able to fuck it again.
"Let's talk," Aaron said, lifting his cock off her face and sitting back. His head leaned on the headboard and he waited for Tanya to compose herself.
After ten minutes, she did.
"Talk about what?" Tanya asked, wiping the drool from her lips with a nearby towel. Aaron eyed her fat ass weighing the bed down. God damn. "Is is about Jace? I took your advice and it worked, like I said before. I believe the issues between us are mostly solved."
"No, it's not that. It's about the mayor election that's about to happen in half a year."
Tanya glanced at him, suddenly serious. "Okay."
"Is it possible for Lucius to run for it?" Aaron asked. Tanya's brow deepened.
"Why? Why do you care?"
Aaron shrugged. "Why wouldn't I? We need a good, strong mayor for Gotham. All I'm suggesting is that Lucius be the one to do it."
Aaron could very easily hypnotize Tanya and Lucius but that wouldn't be ethical. Given the small changes in Gotham as of late, he needed to be better. He needed to do things the right way.
"Coincidentally, Lucius was talking about it," Tanya muttered, "but I don't know. Mayor? It's going to be hard to defeat Christopher Nanako. He's well-liked, a patrolman of the GCPD…he related to the common folks a lot. Lucius…he might have worked his way up but at the end of the day he's a rich billionaire. People might consider him to be Lex Luthor 2.0."
Christopher Nanako, the current mayor of Gotham. Admittedly, Aaron liked him and in normal circumstances would have preferred him over Lucius. It was unfortunate that Aaron's reign of Gotham, his plans to fundamentally change the structures of the city, couldn't happen with Nanako around. Aaron needed someone rich, someone malleable, and someone in arm's reach.
There was only one individual in his life that met that criteria: Lucius Fox.
"I know," Aaron said. "I did some research and the only sketchy thing Mayor Nanako has done is something called Task Force Z. Everything else has been due to mind control or terrible circumstances."
Tanya forced a smile. "Then why should Lucius run for mayor?"
"Because we need someone stronger. No offence, but no matter what Mayor Nanako does, there's no way he's getting the getting rid of the disgustingly rich people in this city. The kind that hoards wealth by abusing workers and the environment. The kind that pisses Poison Ivy off. We need someone that is savvy enough to navigate through these circles–to make sure they're in line."
If Aaron suddenly started murdering every bad person in Gotham, it would raise attention. Batman's attention, to be specific. But since Batman was under his pocket, he wouldn't react which, to every single Justice League member and detective, would be unfathomably suspicious. Gotham was Batman's city. In ordinary circumstances, there was no way Batman would let a series of murders or sudden peace to fly by him and everybody knew that.
Therefore, Aaron needed gradual change. He needed to weed out the bad seeds or transform the bad seeds into good ones.
Stage four: the installation of a good Gotham mayor. A stage that would enact systemic change from the political branch.
"But it can't be just anyone. The people need a trustworthy face. Someone who the rich and the poor can symphasize with. Lucius Fox has been that so far. He's the perfect rags to riches story, not to mention he hasn't been in any scandals. He's perfect. No, he's more than perfect," Aaron explained.
Tanya was silent for a few seconds. A smile came on her face. "I'm glad to hear that, honestly. See, Lucius was already planning to run for mayor and I doubt anything I say would convince him to stop or to go for it."
Aaron nodded. "Tell him he has my support."
"I will." Tanya's eyes flickered to his flaccid cock. "However…I do have one condition. In exchange for my total support for Lucius' election run, I need one thing from you. One thing and I'll go above and beyond as First Lady of Gotham."
"That is…?"
"Your seed," Tanya responded with a bright smile. "I want you to give me a child."
Blink.
Blink, blink, blink.
"...I thought you couldn't have children," Aaron said.
Tanya giggled. "I bought a special pill from Lex Luthor. For this entire year, I'll be capable of having periods and therefore…a child."
"Is that…smart?"
"Aaron," Tanya said lovingly, reaching for his cheek, "once this election starts, I doubt I'll see you again. I'll be too busy being the mayor's wife to do anything."
Aaron smiled. "You're that confident that he'll win?"
"I am," Tanya replied, coming closer and closer. "Equally as confident that I can have your child."
"And Lucius?"
"We plan to have sex tonight. In fact, it was his idea to have a child. He wanted motivation for the election. He wanted a reason besides Batman to do this. He won't know a thing."
"I didn't know you could be this cruel, Tanya, making your husband raise another man's child."
Tanya sneered. "If Lucius hadn't done the exact same thing to me, I wouldn't be in this position, would I? It was his choice to cheat on me and get another woman pregnant. It was also his choice to bring that child into our family and pretend to raise it as mine for over twenty years. It wasn't Lucius that had to do his diapers or teach him how to read and write. It wasn't him that had to suffer from seeing a child that wasn't yours. It was me."
The resentments were building up. Tanya was supposed to be the mother of their first child, but that precious moment had been stolen by another woman. He understood the anger inside her. Aaron touched her wrist and slowly let it down. "I get it. You did your best, Tanya, raising Jace as your own. I'll keep this secret and help with this revenge of yours."
"...thank you."
Aaron didn't particularly mind this side of her. It showed promise for the future of Gotham. Tanya Fox was not a political figure that would stand to get knocked down and stay down. Eventually, whether it be months or years, she would strike back. As wife to the mayor, the ability to lay low and be patient was a vital skill.
So he accepted it. He accepted her condition. He decided to give her the child that would bring her revenge to fruition. That would finally close the wounds that had been plaguing her for twenty-nine years.
Aaron leaned back, allowing Tanya to climb him. His cock pulsated and began to harden, rising between her ass cheeks. They shared a gentle kiss.
"What happens when nine months go by, you go into labour, and a white baby pops out?" Aaron asked, half-joking, half-serious.
Tanya closed her eyes, tilted her head, then giggled. "I'll ask Lex Luthor for a pill to change his skin tone then."
Aaron grabbed her love handles and slowly raised her up. "Must be good to have the smartest man on Earth on speed dial."
"It is indeed," Tanya replied, her cunt swallowing his cock. Instantly, she threw her head back, moaning from the sudden rush of an orgasm. Her cunt wrangled him for a load. With Tanya Fox, it was THAT easy, and it would be just as easy to creampie her and give her a child.
"God, I'll never get sick of this cock. Everytime–haah! I cum! I cum so damn hard!"
Indeed she did. Indeed she did.
Creaming inside her MILF cunt, busting a fat nut in order to procreate, Aaron found that his fetish for creampies hadn't left him.
***
Vicki Vale. Gotham Gazette's ace reporter. A woman whose influence in Gotham was akin to Lois Lane in Metropolis.
She was the kind of woman that would do anything for a good scoop and that included sucking dick. She was a slut but she was the kind of slut necessary for the future of Gotham.
An hour after his session with Tanya, he was pounding into Vicki Vale's cunt whilst holding her hair like a pair of reigns.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap–!
Vicki's neighbour was practically used to the noises emanating from her unit. It was loud, it was porn-like, and it was lowkey addicting to listen to. Vicki was quite the screamer and it was clear that Aaron had a great dick. Men and women alike listened to them with rapt attention.
"You know, you should really clean up your living room," Aaron said while casually clapping her from behind. His large member slid in and out of her stretched cunt. The smell of sex stained the air. "Seriously, I can't believe you work like this."
Vicki's living room might have been a mess but so was the woman herself. Her long fiery hair was in splinters and her mouth was open wide as she whimpered.
"I-it's called…" Vicki gasped, her arms spread out in front of her, fingers digging into the soft sofa. The poor woman was getting demolished and there wasn't a thing she could do about it. "Ergonomics! Ergo-cock! Fuck! So deep! How! Are! You! So! Good at thiiiiisssss~!?"
"It comes naturally, I suppose." Aaron paused to spank her left cheek. Chuckling, he went back to thrusting mercilessly inside her. The kisses to the womb were giving the gorgeous reporter an impossible task: stopping herself from cumming. It was ridiculous but it was also the cock of the Chosen One.
"You asked me about giving you a child," Aaron said through the heat of lust and sex. "Well, how about I give it to you right now?"
"Yes!" Vicki howled. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Yeeees! Give it to me! Give it to me now, Aaron! I NEED your seed! I need it!"
His eyes sparkled. The intention was forged. "Then here it is!"
Clap!
Aaron went balls-deep, pelvis to her ass, cock buried deep in her, and let the contents of his balls loose. The clenching accompanied terribly long throbs where he sent out string of cum after string of cum. Her womb was flooded. Her walls were white.
Vicki Vale was successfully impregnated.
Plop! His job finished, his dick flopped out of her gaping cunt. Coming down was a waterfall of his fresh batch of sperm. So many swimmers, so many possibilities, but there was no doubt she would have a child.
"I hope twins are okay with you," Aaron said, spanking her red ass cheek. "Oh, by the way, let's take a picture."
Vicki didn't respond. Ass high up, head down, she simply nodded and let him take a selfie of her creampied self. It should have been humiliated but in her delirious state she didn't want to raise an objection. Aaron snapped the scene with him smiling and then sent it to Cassandra.
> Aaron: baby in the oven!
> Cassandra: tu
Her response was immediate. Damn, she must have been looking forward to this. He had already told her that he was going to sleep with Vicki Vale and potentially impregnate her. Surprisingly, Cassandra was okay with it as long as his priorities weren't mismanaged. Aaron could take care of the child, see it, but never abandon it.
Honestly, sometimes Aaron really didn't understand Cassandra or her fetish, but he tried to accommodate her as best he could.
Twenty minutes later, Vicki was up, huffing and puffing. She sat on the sofa and chugged a bottle of water. Aaron, still naked and leaning forward with his cock hanging, eyed her.
"Happy?" he asked. Vicki nodded and wiped the water off her lips.
"Very." Vicki spread her legs and displayed the thick cum inside her. White and absolutely blocking the tunnel that was her cunt. "Mmm. I can feel it so deep inside me…your cum is pretty incredible, you know?"
Aaron took the water bottle off her and took a sip of his own. "Thanks. But if you don't mind my asking, how are you of all people going to raise a child? Don't you need support?"
"Don't worry about child support," Vicki said. "I've saved up a LOT of money from writing articles."
Aaron snorted. "What are you, a millionaire?"
"Savings-wise, almost."
Aaron looked at her, puzzled, then gestured at her messy apartment. "Then why do you live in the dumps?"
Vicki winked. "Because I knew one day I'd have a child, that's why. Again, savings."
That was Vicki Vale for you. Always choosing to take the roughest road in life.
"You can visit the kid," Vicki told him, touching his arm lovingly. "I'm not going to stop you. We can even co-parent."
Having kids, arranging custody…jeez, during sex, it sounded hot and on paper it seemed easy. Facing the reality, however, it felt daunting. There were Cassandra's triplets, Talia's quadruplets, Angel Whore's twins, Tanya's single child, and now Vicki's twins. Twelve children in total.
Holy fuck. Just repeating that number in his head was asinine.
Of course, his and Tanya's child wouldn't be his responsibility. Lucius was going to be raising that child for him. As for Talia and Angel Whore, there was already a plan in place for part-time custody. Really, the only children that were going to be raised by Aaron fully was Cassandra's.
"It's going to be twins," he said. Vicki blinked at that remark. "And as for your offer…co-parenting is fine. I take him on weekends and you can keep him for the rest of the week."
"Sounds fair," Vicki said. "But I mean, if it's twins, then we could substitute them."
"What is this, football?"
"Maybe," Vicki joked.
"Are you still going to be a journalist?"
"I'll do it part-time and write articles at home," Vicki said. "That way, the kid will always be close."
After whoring herself out for so many years, spending over a decade establishing connections and sharpening her craft, Vicki Vale was going to become a mother. Huh. Strange how life worked. The rest of Gotham wouldn't even know. They would simply assume that she disappeared for unknown reasons.
"Oh, don't worry about the pregnancy itself. I'll manage," Vicki added. "I already decided to take the year off. I have a good friend who can keep me company."
Aaron nodded. "You have my number, right? If there's ever an emergency, contact me."
"Sure. I'll try and get in touch when my water breaks, although there is a chance that in all the pain I might not remember." Vicki winked at him. "Nine months, eh?"
Nine months.
***
An hour and a half remained till school was over and Chloe needed to be picked. Aaron decided to go back home. In the living room, he heard conversation from two familiar voices.
"Man, a baby!" Stephanie squealed. "I'm gonna be an aunt! It's gonna be so much fun! We're gonna go on shopping sprees, buy you every single game in existence, and then…oh, I dunno, play more games!"
"Too much games is no good," said Cassandra, frowning. "Maybe training…?"
"Woah, woah, woah, Cass. Lay off on potential training till the little dude's born!"
Cassandra and Stephanie chuckled amongst themselves. They had already heard his presence from the door opening and smiled at the sight of Aaron.
"Hey, Aaron. How's it going? Work good?" Stephanie asked.
"It went well," Aaron lied, meeting Cassandra's eyes. Yeah, there was no need to tell Stephanie about his adventures. "Batgirl stuff go well for you last night?"
"Eh. We ended it early. Cass said she wasn't feeling well," Stephanie replied, shrugging. Her big blue eyes twinkled as her gaze returned to Cassandra. "That, like, never happens so I didn't want to risk it."
"Good call," Aaron said, sitting next to Cassandra. His shoulder touched hers and the bond between them connected. "How are you feeling?"
"Hungry," Cassandra admitted with a smile. "Make something for me?"
"Sure, princess hungry."
With that, he was up and off. The sight of his kitchen brought memories. Before, he was alone and now he was surrounded by friends and family. Some day, everything would be crowded.
'That would be something,' he thought to himself.
The scent of fresh herbs filled the kitchen as he skillfully chopped vegetables and tenderized meat. The familiar clinking of pots and pans echoed in the room as he orchestrated the meal with practiced ease.
Stephanie leaned against the counter, a small smile playing on her lips as she observed the chef's movements. "You're really spoiling us today," she teased, her voice warm.
Aaron glanced up and returned Stephanie's smile. "Well, you both deserve it," he replied. "Plus, I enjoy seeing your faces light up when you enjoy my cooking."
Stephanie nodded in agreement, her stomach grumbling in response to the delicious aromas wafting through the kitchen. "You're right about that," she replied, laughing with a small blush.
In no time, Aaron plated the lunch – a savoury chicken stir-fry with colourful vegetables and a hint of tangy sauce. He carefully arranged the dishes on the table, adding a side of fresh salad and some warm bread rolls.
"Bon appétit," he said, gesturing for the two women to dig in.
Cassandra and Stephanie wasted no time, their chopsticks gracefully moving through the stir-fry as they savoured each flavorful bite. Their faces lit up with delight, and they exchanged satisfied glances.
"Mmm, this is amazing," Stephanie praised between mouthfuls. "You've outdone yourself, as usual."
Cassandra's expression mirroring Stephanie's contentment. "It's always a treat when you cook," she added. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Aaron replied, a hand on his hip. "I'm glad you like it."
He went silent. Seeing Cassandra and Stephanie eating together, he saw a reflection of his secrets. The fact that it wasn't just Cassandra that was important to him but Stephanie too. That Stephanie was Chloe's mother. He frowned.
He was going to tell them. He was. But…when? He couldn't keep pushing the conversation. It had to happen and if not today then when? When? Months? A year? No, that wouldn't be fair to either of them, both Stephanie and Chloe.
His chest tightened. He had to tell her. He just had to.
He joined them on the table. Immediately, Cassandra could sense something was up with him as she promptly stopped eating. Stepahnie didn't. She merely smiled at him.
Aaron took a deep breath, steeling himself for the difficult conversation ahead.
"Stephanie, Cassandra," he began, "there's something I need to tell you both."
"What's up?" Stephanie asked, chewing through her food. "Did you accidentally use expired food?"
"No. It's..." He hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Chloe…you know how she was adopted, right?"
Stephanie blinked and nodded with an ignorant smile. "Yeah. So?"
Aaron took another deep breath, searching for the right words. "Well, Barbara did some research on her when she was doing a background check on me." Stephanie's brows furrowed, confused. Aaron continued, "They found Chloe's adoption papers and…even the papers Chloe's mother made to put her up for adoption."
Cassandra was silent, as was Stephanie. They didn't know. They still didn't know where he was going with this.
This was it. It was now or never. He steeled his resolve and let the words come from his mouth.
"Chloe is your daughter, Stephanie. She's the child you gave birth to when you were a teenager."
For a moment, there was silence in the room. Stephanie's expression shifted from confusion to disbelief, and then finally to realization. Her eyes widened, and her hand instinctively covered her mouth.
"C-Chloe?" Stephanie whispered, her voice trembling. Her eyes went empty for a moment, her life flashing before her eyes, and she let out a ragged breath. "Oh my god, during No Man's Land…!"
Aaron nodded solemnly. "Yeah. You put her up for adoption and by sheer coincidence…she came into my care."
Tears welled up in Stephanie's eyes as memories flooded back. Her pregnancy, her ex boyfriend, how Tim took care of her, her immature attempt to be Robin, the hopelessness of her situation, and how young she was. She had thought of her daughter often, wondering what had become of her, and whether she was safe and happy.
"Chloe…" Stephanie muttered, choked with emotion. Two wet streams ran down her cheeks. "She's such a good girl. I had no idea she was... my daughter."
Cassandra reached out and placed a comforting hand on Stephanie's shoulder, offering silent support. "It's okay, Stephanie," she said softly. "We're here for you."
Stephanie took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "I... I don't know what to say," she admitted, her confidence breaking. She wiped the tears on her cheek with her rest but they were immediately replaced with another fresh set. It took everything she had to not start bawling and whimpering. "I never imagined..."
Aaron gave Stephanie a sad smile. "I understand that this is a lot to take in," he said gently. "But I wanted you both to know the truth. Chloe deserves to know her real mother, and I thought it was time to tell you."
Stephanie nodded, silently weeping. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice overflowing with emotion. "Thank you for taking care of her all these years. But…did you tell her yet?" Aaron shook his head no. Stephanie inhaled sharply. "Thank you, I…I'd like to tell her myself, if possible. I…don't want us to…I don't want her to think…"
Stephanie couldn't articulate her feelings. She stared at the floor, drawing in air as her vision went blurry from tears.
Cassandra squeezed Stephanie's shoulder, offering her a small, reassuring smile. "We're here for you, Stephanie," Cassandra said. "We will figure this out together."
Stephanie clung to her best friend and hugged her tightly. The blonde's tears stained her shirt. Aaron crossed his arms, eyes hazy and emotions bottled up.
Life was hard. No matter how many powers he got, no matter how much sex he had, it seemed that fact would never change.