Spying // Gotham Girl, Catwoman

It was mid-January and the cold month had escalated with its weather. Blizzards had come and gone and piles of snow buried the streets. The peace the city needed from Leviathan seemed to arrive, albeit in the worst way. The days went by as if the invasion had never happened. News anchors discussed fresh topics. Time marched on. The people of Gotham adjusted.

Aaron and Chloe ventured out into the winter wonderland, bundled up in warm coats, scarves, and mittens. The snowflakes gently fell around them as they made their way to the local park. Chloe's face beamed with excitement as she spotted a hill covered in pristine snow.

"Mr. Aaron, let's sled down the hill!" Chloe exclaimed, pointing to the slope with a gleeful grin. "I saw someone selling sleds! We just have to!"

Aaron blinked twice. "Um, are you sure? That hill seems kinda big."

"Come on, come on!" Chloe dragged him forward. "We have to try at least!"

"Fine, fine." His lips tugged into a smile. "Be warned though. If you try to race me, you'll lose. You'll never defeat the chosen one of sledding."

"Bring it on!"

In reality, Aaron had never sledded before. He was raised in an orphanage and as a result hardly went outside to do recreational activities. This was going to be a first. Luckily, he was always good at firsts. He rented two sleds from a nearby vendor and they positioned their sleds at the top of the hill. Radiating with confidence, Aaron counted down. "Three, two, one, go!"

With a push, they both slid down the slope, their laughter filling the crisp winter air. Who arrived earlier? Aaron, of course. The journey felt second nature to him, his hands and body weight knowing exactly when to toss and turn. Chloe was also surprisingly skilled. From the looks of it, she had already done this. It was too bad that she was going up against the Chosen One. She lost by approximately five seconds. Groaning in defeat, she leapt from her sled.

"You were lucky this time, Mr. Aaron," Chloe exclaimed, finger pointed at him. Her cheeks were rosy from the exhilarating ride. "We go again! I'll beat you for sure!"

Aaron raised his hands in surrender. "I'm not going anywhere. We can do this as many times as you want." To add salt to the wound, he joked and said, "But you'll never beat me, Chloe. Trust me, I am a master of sledding. A master."

"We'll see about that!"

They spent most of the afternoon going up and down the hill. It was bewildering. Exhilarating. He felt truly alive as he exchanged high-fives, snow balls, and laughter. As the day drew to a close, they sat on a nearby bench, sipping hot cocoa to warm up. The vendor seemed to sell everything. Well, this was Gotham. If there was one thing reliable about the city, it was the streets. Thieves, merchants, and scam artists roamed like rats.

"You know, Mr. Aaron," Chloe began, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "I have a snow-related joke for you."

Aaron sipped on his hot cocoa. The heat of the plastic cup was dulled by his mittens. "Alright, hit me with it." He sipped his drink again. It wasn't coffee but it was a decent batch of cocoa and just sugary enough for his tastes.

"Why did the snowman bring a broom to the park?"

Aaron instantly figured the joke out. He decided to humour her anyway. "Not sure. Why did the snowman bring a broom?"

"To sweep you off your feet!" Chloe burst into laughter, delighted by her own joke.

He tried not to cringe. Where did she learn that from? Maybe he had been letting her watch too much TV. "Wow. Amazing."

"Hey, I can tell you didn't like it!"

"No, I did. Totally."

"Did not!"

"Did too."

"Did not!"

He laughed and pretended everything was jovial; that he was spending another ordinary day with his adopted daughter. He pretended not to notice the keen eyes watching him and his every move. In his head, he laughed because this outing with Chloe was as innocuous as it seemed. There wasn't a hidden motive or a special reason. He just wanted to treat his adopted daughter.

Did Tim Drake, the esteemed mystery solver of Batman Incorporated, buy it? Aaron would have to wait and see.

For the past weeks, the Bat Family had been discreetly watching him. Monitoring his behaviour, his interactions, his work. Generally, the spies were Tim Drake and Stephanie Brown, and on the rare occasion it was Dick Grayson. Cassandra and Duke Thomas were nowhere to be seen. He suspected the latter simply lacked the experience for a tailing mission while Cassandra…she probably didn't know. The Bat Family was likely doing this behind her back. Cassandra trusted Aaron but the Bat Family did not. Her feelings could potentially jeopardise the mission.

Aaron sensed what they had been doing immediately. With his union with the Manhunter, it was like his senses had dialled up to eleven. His brain and deductive skills were functioning akin to a supercomputer. Immediately after his meeting with Death, as his powers settled within him, he figured that Oracle was soon going to conduct a background check on him. And not just any background check–a full search of his entire civilian history. Meaning, a scan of his birth certificate, his orphanage, education, and the authenticity of his passport. Given Oracle's skills, she could track his SIM card and the messages in his phone.

So, he told Hadiyah to wipe out every incriminating message on his little device. As the vigilante Nobody, Hadiyah had high-end experience in wiping out evidence. Even the legendary Oracle could not and would not catch her.

It did limit his free time though. The powers he gained from Manhunter–he couldn't test them out. Not yet anyway. There were too many eyes watching.

His relationship with Tanya Fox remained hidden too. There were no sightings of them together in CCTVs and the account he withdrew money from was private and intended for Tanya's daughter, Tiffany, till she became of legal age. Also, Aaron always withdrew physical cash because it was untraceable, not to mention it logically followed since a thirteen year old girl wouldn't know how to write cheques or do e-transfers. Moreover, according to Cassandra, the relationship between Barbara and Tiffany was strained. The details were unknown to him but it was to the point that missions and conversations were far in between. As a result, Aaron doubted Barbara would go and ask Tiffany about her personal finances. It would be a total shit show. An advantage for Aaron to shadow under.

Then there was his ordinary life. Frankly, that was the easy part. Aaron had gone back to Wayne Technologies, much to his supervisor's relief, and worked as if nothing had happened. As if he wasn't the Chosen One. As if he hadn't talked to Death. As if he wasn't a cosmic entity of unknown origins. As if the Bat Family wasn't counting his every move.

Noah and Todd were particularly welcoming of his return. After all they had gone through, from the Ivy incident to the Leviathan debacle, they pretty much considered him a brother. A good guy with incredible athleticism and a reliable nature.

Aaron flashbacked to that day fondly.

"Dude, you gotta join us for our sports days. It happens on Fridays and it's every other week so it isn't super exhausting, trust me."

During that first lunch back, they hounded him to join them for their sports day. Aaron chuckled and sipped on his coffee. "I'll think about it."

"Nah, trust me, it's actually fun. Like we're not just making stuff up. It's great," Noah said. "We got fifteen people. We used to play ball but now we do soccer."

"You mean football," Todd corrected.

"Same thing."

Later that day, while he had been working, Iman Avesta stopped by. It was a random and borderline unprofessional visit, especially considering her position as director. He could feel the eyes on him.

"Good to see you're in one shape." Iman leaned on his cubicle wall, smiling softly. Now and then, he recognized she wanted something important. "I heard you and some security guards got kidnapped."

"We were, yeah. It was…"

"Insane." Iman had finished his sentence with a frown. "Yeah, that's Gotham for you. You're bound to run into insanity."

"Are you saying that from experience?" Aaron asked.

"Too much experience." Iman shuddered. "Anyway, I'm not here for that. I'm here to invite you again."

"Oh, you mean…" His voice had gone low. "As in a date for a function?"

"Yes." Her cheeks were shrouded in make-up so discerning the soft blush on her was difficult. Upon reflection, however, it was definitely there. "I'll tell you the details later. All you need to know is that it's happening on the twenty-seventh."

'Twenty-seventh? Right after Cass' birthday?'

"I'll open my schedule." At the time, Aaron had no reason to decline her offer. "Thank you."

Iman's small smile seemed a little more satisfied. "No problem. Good luck with work."

When she was gone, his supervisor had come around to ask what her visit was about. Aaron explained she wanted him to be her date for another function. His supervisor put a hand on his shoulder, sent a thumbs-up, and encouraged him to keep at it. Aaron nodded.

Flashback end. He returned to the world of the living.

All in all, his life was going great. After the Chosen One revelation, he anticipated conflict and strife. A sense of loneliness or confusion. Nope. He was content. He relished the time he spent with his friends and daughter.

The inquisitive members of the Bat Family were probably ripping their hairs apart. There was nothing on him. Not a single strand of suspicious hair. He was as clean as they came. A civilian. A regular worker. The Poison Ivy incident? Nothing. The Leviathan incident? Also nothing.

Plus, watching him interact cordially with his daughter either boiled their blood or softened them. Again, the daddy issues aspect of these superheroes was intriguing but also to his benefit. Amongst the heroes spying on him, he could point out Stephanie Brown in particular. It was like she wanted to cry whenever he joked with Chloe.

"It's snowing," Aaron muttered, looking up into the grey sky. Gentle flakes of snow fell. Chloe watched starry-eyed.

"Wow, it's very pretty," Chloe noted, lips parted in awe. "Before I was always so cold but now…it's very nice."

"Mhm."

Once their plastic cups were empty and tossed in the garbage, they tracked back home. Their cheeks flushed from the wintry adventure and remaining lights of Christmas and New Years gave them something to talk about. Unknown to Chloe, a shadow was following them. A detective by the name of Tim Drake. On the rooftops, behind poles and alleyways, he used every cover possible to hide his presence. Unfortunately, Aaron already knew he was there. To him, it was an amusing distraction.

'What are you even doing at this point, Red Robin. It's getting late. We're going home. I'm sure you can tell at this point we're just a regular family.'

Just as he was about to swipe into his apartment, the shadow came into the light and tapped his shoulder. Aaron craned his head and feigned shock. "Oh! It's you. Tim, correct?"

"Yes, it's me." Tim flushed. He was probably embarrassed that he had to face him directly to string out information. "Um, err, sorry for just coming up to you unannounced. Aaron, right? Cassandra's…friend?"

"That's me. What's up?" Chloe stood beside him, holding his hand, wondering what this stranger wanted him. Tim awkwardly sent her a smile. Although the wind carried some of it away, the stench of coffee lingered on him. Dark circles hung beneath his eyes.

"See, we…well, I'm sure you know Cassandra's birthday is coming up."

January 26. Yes, he knew. He smiled at just how smoothly his plans were going and nodded. "Yeah. I was planning my own surprise. Let me guess, you're planning a huge birthday party?"

"Uh-huh. Exactly." From his winter jacket pocket, Tim got out an invitation. It was a fancy looking slate of paper with cursive writing and a pretty little pink bow. "Here's the invitation. It's a private thing, only close affiliates of the family can come. You can invite your daughter, of course."

"Thanks." Aaron happily accepted it. "That's a Wednesday, right? I'll have to clear my schedule but I'll do my best to get there."

"Oh, don't worry," Tim said, "it's happening at eight-thirty, two hours after your shift." As soon as he uttered those words, Tim understood his grave mistake. Typically, the young detective wouldn't have made such an egregious error but after days of vigilantism, spying, detective work, and school, his mind was in a rush. Fatigue seeped his nerves and without the strength of his usual mental brakes, his mouth was callous. Blushing and scratching his cheek, he mumbled, "I was once the Wayne Enterprises CEO and I'm still a majority shareholder so I'm aware of these kinds of things."

Aaron cocked a brow, raising some suspicion, but otherwise maintaining his calm, cool mask of indifference. "Alright…"

"We're going to a party!?" Chloe exclaimed, pulling on his arm. "Will there be cake!?"

"A huge cake," Tim said. "It'll be–actually, it'll be a surprise, just for you guys. Well, also for Cassandra. She doesn't know we are throwing her a party."

Chloe pouted. Aaron smiled and then beamed at Tim. "Thanks, man."

"No problem." Tim waved a hand and exited the apartment with a high-pitched. "See you next week!"

Watching him disappear into the night was liberating because it told Aaron what he wanted to know. 'He buys it. The fact that he invited me means he now trusts me.'

A pull on his arm distracted him from his thoughts. The innocent, ocean blue eyes of Chloe attempted to break his resolve as she said, "We should buy a gift! A huge gift!"

"Obviously. It's Cass. We are going to buy her something great."

"Cass?" Chloe tilted her head. A glint appeared in her eyes. "Is she your girlfriend?"

Aaron looked away with a small smile. "Not telling."

"Aw. Pleaseee."

"It's a huge secret, see?"

"Awww."

***

Ironically, Chloe didn't have to wait long to meet Cassandra. Four days before the party, a knock came on their door. It was Saturday and like on most weekends he and Chloe were watching TV and lazing around. He stood up, stretched, and approached the door with a general sense of who was behind it.

"Cass!" Almost immediately, they hugged. Aaron and Cassandra just couldn't keep their hands from each other and they drew away with wide smiles. "Good to see you. You look well."

"You too." Short and to the point yet glowing with joy. That was Cassandra. Fitted in blue jeans and a grey hoodie, there was a distinct change from usual. A casualness Aaron never got to see before.

"Um, hey! I'm here too…"

Behind Cassandra was her best best friend, Stephanie Brown, who smiled and gave a little wave. Time seemed to slow. Blonde hair and blue-eyed, she was a naturally gorgeous chick who chose a comfortable yet trendy look, wearing a pair of well-fitted jeans that accentuated her figure. Paired with a loose-fitting graphic t-shirt and a leather jacket, she exuded a cool and confident vibe. Aaron nodded curtly.

"Hey, sorry about that." Aaron stepped back and gestured to them to enter. "Come in, please. I'm sure Chloe would be happy to see you."

Cassandra stiffened, as did Stephanie. Did they not remember he had a daughter? Or were they just bad with children?

"Hello! Hi!" Chloe was waiting for them in the living room with the goofiest smile ever. "Wow, you guys are so pretty!"

Cassandra blushed. Stephanie laughed and smiled.

"Thank you," Stephanie replied, crouching down to her height. "You too, Ms. Chloe."

The two were both blue-eyed blondes so from a stranger's perspective it seemed like they were related. Their smiles were identically wide and etched with playful chaos. It was scary how a pair of blondes could look so alike.

"I'm Cassandra Cain. Um." Cassandra froze as she questioned whether to kneel to Chloe's height. In the end, she stood there and talked down to her as if she was an adult. "We haven't met."

Chloe shook her head. "Nope! It's nice to meet you, Cassandra. Say, are you Mr. Aaron's girlfriend?"

Cassandra choked. Aaron stifled a chuckle. "It's nothing like that," Aaron said. "I'm making lunch. Come join us."

"Okay," Cassandra and Chloe chorused. It was an odd coincidence that broke Chloe into a series of giggles. The older woman rubbed her nape sheepishly and was grabbed by the hand and guided to the living room

"Oh, um, by the way, I'm a vegetarian." Stephanie popped into the kitchen as he readied their meal. Her comment came right on time too because he was just about to ready a ham sandwich. He had no problem adapting, however. Vegan, vegetarian, halal, kosher, Aaron Reigner could do it all. He settled on making a Quinoa Stir-Fry. Quinoa was a small, round grain that expanded and became fluffed up as it cooked. Its taste was nutty with an undertone of sweetness. It was a substitute for rice and perhaps the superior option as well, holding the edge in terms of nutrition and in filling a stomach up.

'Lots of protein too, just like how Cass likes it,' he thought to himself, humming.

Stephanie hovered over his shoulder and double-checked his method of cooking. She helped pass knives, spoons, and ingredients. A dutiful little assistant as Cassandra and Chloe talked in the living room.

Soon, an aroma of spices filled the air. Crisp bell peppers, vibrant carrots, earthy mushrooms, and fragrant herbs. The star ingredient was a medley of colourful quinoa, adding the hearty and nutritious base to their dish. To enhance the taste, he added a hint of garlic, cumin, and a dash of turmeric. The spices mingled just as he wanted and he stirred the mixture.

"How about some lemon juice," Stephanie suggested. She wasn't a culinary expert like him but she did have the advantage when it came to vegetarian friendly meals. He decided to listen to her. Some time passed. Cheerful sounds in the living room echoed as did the progress in the kitchen. The large skillet of the cooked quinoa was steaming.

"The Quinoa Stir-Fry is ready," Aaron announced. Footsteps ran into the kitchen faster than a speeding bullet. Like children, Cassandra and Chloe sat at the table, ready with grins. Plates were handed and lunch was served.

"Wow…" Stephanie savoured each bite, eyes wide. The blonde looked up at him, amazed. "This really is…wow."

"Thank you."

"Aren't you going to eat?" Stephanie asked, patting the seat beside her. "It's great."

"No, no," Aaron said, "I'm good. Eat up."

"Come on. What are you, a mother?" she joked.

"Something like that. Also, I already ate." A lie. He just wanted to watch Cassandra and Chloe eat with each other, hang out with each other, laugh and happily tear down the meal he cooked. There was a reason why he rejected omnipotence. This ordinary life, this ordinary love, meant more to him than any power in the world.

"Come on, maybe I can convince you to become a vegetarian," Stephanie said, winking. She sure was talkative, he thought to himself.

"Maybe next time." Aaron smiled down at her, arms crossed. "I booked a reservation for dinner at a four-star restaurant and I heard meat is their speciality."

Stephanie gasped and placed a hand on her chest dramatically. "Wow…traitor."

"Oh, yeah! You did! Dinner!" Chloe bounced in her chair, suddenly excited. "I can't wait!"

"First eat your lunch. We can worry about dinner afterwards," Aaron chided.

The conversation flowed naturally as Cassandra devoured the large meal and shared knowing glances and inside jokes with Aaron. The chatterbox, Chloe, regaled them with stories from her day of television and video games, while Cassandra, with her silent presence, listened attentively and chimed in with the occasional nod kr gesture.

As the meal progressed, Cassandra playfully nudged Chloe's arm and pointed to a piece of carrot that had found its way onto Chloe's cheek. Chloe giggled and quickly wiped it away, pretending to be offended.

"Hey, no food fights at the dinner table!" Aaron interjected, a playful sternness in his voice.

They erupted into laughter once more, the joyous atmosphere filling the room. The suspicion in Stephanie Brown's eyes all but disappeared. Once again, Chloe was his greatest alibi and treasure. In the beginning, while she supported him in the kitchen, he sensed the hesitation in Stephanie who likely tagged along to investigate on the behest of Tim. She probably didn't expect to help with lunch and then be dragged by a nine year old to the couch to watch Cocomelon. As lunch wrapped up and the dishes were washed, the four crashed on the couch. Aaron sat between Cassandra and Chloe, whereas Stephanie was to Chloe's left and on the armrest.

Conversation arose. Stephanie wasn't investigating but merely curious. He was a single father, a twenty-five year old who had decided to adopt two years ago when he was just starting his career. Questions of caretakers and school came. Aaron was ready.

"Chloe is home schooled." Aaron sent his adopted daughter a knowing smile. She immediately understood.

"Yep!" Chloe said. "A tutor comes by and tells me stuff. It's fun!"

Chloe was cut from the same cloth as him. Calm and cool in the most pressured situations. She adapted fast and without an issue. Unless a trauma of hers was triggered, Chloe could handle herself perfectly–and lie.

"Still," Stephanie argued, "adopting so young is pretty reckless. Err, no offence."

"I suppose." Aaron wore a grim smile. "The truth is, actually…" He exhaled through his nose and perpetuated tragedy and longing. "I'm sterile so…I can't have kids. It was a random check-up, a random test, and the results…they got to me. I wanted kids but I've never been in a relationship before. So…I adopted."

Chloe was just as good an actor as him and leaned into him with a smile. Stephanie inhaled sharply. Emotion clouded her. However, it was Cassandra that was really moved. Lips parted, brows in a sad arch, she stared at him and pursed her lips.

"I didn't know," Cassandra muttered. In her mind, she was thinking of their sessions and why he was addicted to creampies. He was sterile, she figured, that was why. It was the half truth. Aaron wasn't technically sterile but because of the composition of his body he could willfully choose who to impregnate. In other words, accidents didn't happen with him. His sperm did not swim on their own accord; they could only do so if the intention to breed was there. Between all the women he bedded, that amounted to zero.

"Nowadays, I have my downstairs neighbour take care of her," Aaron elaborated. "Claire Clover. She's great. A sweet college girl needing money."

"She's great!" Chloe parrotted.

"Claire," Stephanie repeated, furrowing slightly. Behind her eyes was a deep line of thought. "Right. Her. Claire."

"You know her?" Aaron asked. He didn't want to raise an alarm but suspicion was circling in his mind. Claire Clover's name seemed to get a reaction out of Stephanie.

"Sort-of?" Stephanie sighed and turned her attention back to the television. The episode of Cocomelon was annoyingly loud and she craned back to the floor. She struggled to explain. "Claire is…well…should I tell you? Ugh." Stephanie eyed Chloe, strangely conflicted and said, "Hey, Chloe, could you close your ears for a second."

"Aww, is it a secret?"

"Yeah…" Stephanie admitted, wholly open with her. "It's adult talk. Sorry."

Chloe pouted but listened to her blonde elder and glued her palms onto her ear holes. Stephanie shifted in her seat and gathered up in the courage in her heart. "It's…I'm not sure if it's a good or bad thing. Honestly, it might not even be a big deal…" Stephanie trailed off. Her whispers didn't make sense. Aaron narrowed his eyes and glanced between Stephanie and the floor.

"Okay?" Aaron said. "So what is it?"

"Again," Stephanie reiterated, "it could be nothing–"

"Gotham Girl. Claire Clover is Gotham Girl," Cassandra answered.

Gotham…Girl…?

'I haven't heard that name in a while.'

In Gotham City, Batman was their primary protector. The strongest. The absolute. Years ago, however, there was an anomaly. A pair of twins known as Gotham and Gotham Girl appeared and began to do things that even Batman could not. Their powers resembled Superman and they served as a new beacon of light. Criticism did come their way due to their amateurish, almost clumsy heroics but regardless they were appreciated. They stopped a crashing plane. They displayed unbelievable feats that stopped the Penguin in his tracks. The tides of crime shifted with their appearance. The twins were strong. Too strong. Unstoppable, quick, and eager.

Then Gotham went rogue. He fought the Justice League and died. The truth of the ordeal was never revealed to the public but comfort could be taken in the fact that the insane Gotham hero was dead, never to return. Gotham Girl also vanished. Many assumed she died too. Some sighted her helping the Bat Family. Others said it was Spoiler, a female hero in an identical purple costume.

In the city's history, Gotham and Gotham Girl were like fireworks. They came and went with a bang that would forever linger in the back of Gotham's subconscious. Their heroics an answer as to whether Superman could solve the issues of Gotham City; whether ultra powered superheroes could change things. Perhaps they could have given more time. Perhaps not. Were they as strong as Superman? Probably not. Even so, hope built from the light was something Gotham desperately needed. Gotham and Gotham Girl failed to accomplish that.

"Are…are you serious?" Aaron whispered back. Cassandra nodded.

"Mhm. She's Gotham Girl." Cassandra's expression was unreadable as she expanded, "She once joined Bane. She was once controlled. Batman believes in her though."

"So…she's good now?"

"Maybe," Cassandra muttered.

"Tim told me that Bruce gave her Platinum Kryptonite," Stephanie said, "which gives her the full range of Kryptonian powers, like super speed, heat vision, x-ray vision–all that good stuff. But two months ago, she was hit with the Leviathan's anti-metahuman bullet and her powers have been…wonky."

"Like…unstable? Dangerous?" Aaron quickly glanced at Chloe, who was innocently ignorant to their discussion. "How wonky is it?"

"No, no," Stephanie replied quickly, wanting to put away his panic. "It's...like…turning off and on. Sometimes her powers work, sometimes they don't. She and Duke had been patrolling when they were ambushed and shot. Duke was hurt pretty badly and confined to his bed for a while but I guess since Gotham Girl's powers are much stronger she didn't start bleeding and dying."

The past two months, Claire had been acting like a normal college student…because she had lost her powers. She literally had nothing better to do besides focus on her school work. Without her powers, without the same human experience as the Robins or other non-powered heroes, she was next to useless. The timeline fit.

However, that raised a lot of concerns. If her powers were like Superman, then that meant she had super hearing and x-ray vision. Which could potentially mean she was aware of all the sex and fuckery he did. 'No, no, wait. That's assuming she has bad intentions and that her powers always work. Given that Batman entrusted her with Superman-esque powers, I assume she's a really good person. Kind hearted, sweet, lawful. That was also the vibe I got from her. She was always nice to me and she never seemed tense or suspicious of me.'

Relief exuded his expression. Stephanie nodded along, pleased her words brought him comfort. "Yeah, don't worry," she said. "Chloe is safe."

"Yeah…" Aaron glanced at his daughter and tapped her on the shoulder. She removed her hands from her ears and looked between him and Stephanie.

"It looked like you guys were pretty serious," Chloe said. "Am I really not allowed to know?"

"Sorry," Cassandra shook her head and placed a finger on her lips. "Not allowed."

Another pout. Classic Chloe. He was glad to see her act normal and distract Cassandra. He needed a second to breathe. For a moment, he thought it was over–that everything he had worked to keep hidden was gone. Collapsed. Ruined by the most powerful female in the city.

'I need to do something about her. I can't afford to have someone like Gotham Girl living underneath me. Should I…hypnotize her? I should be able to do it, right? She's weakened and I'm growing stronger every second. Should I…?'

***

How powerful was Aaron? What could he do? What were his limits? Questions, questions, questions. Being declared as the Chosen One didn't help nor did the fact that his powers were incomplete. What could he do, really? His experiments in the past weeks had failed. Other than his minor reality warping, the ability to control his cum, the generic super strength, super speed, and endurance, he hadn't felt an immense distinction inside him. He felt…half-full. Content but not at his maximum potential. The Fourteen Forces of the Universe were what seemed to power him, the Chosen One, pulling him between Anti-Crisis Energy and Crisis Energy, between the Seven Harmonious Forces and the Seven Hidden Forces.

From what his intuition was telling him, Crisis Energy was evil and born from the concept of entropy and the rebirth of the multiverse. It forgoed the past and erased memory and meaning. Anti-Crisis Energy opposed this as a connective source of good. It was a bonding between people, memories. and morality. For example, one of the most powerful forces of the Anti-Crisis Energy was the Speed Force. It was a force that surrounded everything and granted them motion. Aaron could feel it in the tips of his fingers every time he moved. Due to his inexperience, he couldn't go faster than light or anything ridiculous like that. As a matter of fact, besides quick bursts of it, he couldn't use the Speed Force at all, but he could taste its limitless potential within his lungs. It was there. Just at the tip of his tongue. The Speed Force, the Emotional Spectrum, the Life Force, the Sphere of Gods, the Dimensional Superstructure, the Collective Unconscious, and the Faithfulness.

However, that very same pull extended towards the Crisis Energies: the Still Force, the Invisible Spectrum, the Void Wind, the Tear of Extinction, the Sixth Note, the Black Apple, and Faithlessness. Perhaps it was because of his greed for a normal life or his desire to remain invisible in the world. It didn't matter. He could taste the Crisis Energies just as much as the Anti-Crisis Energies. Aaron, in all honesty, didn't believe the world was as black and white as the energies suggest. He hoped that with time he could master both aspects.

For now, he couldn't. He was unable to meaningfully use his abilities. Minor bursts of the Speed Force and the Still Force wouldn't help in controlling Gotham Girl, a human who was more or less a fully-fledged Krytonian. Luckily for him, said fully-fledged Kryptonian was weakened. A psychological and physical crack he could take advantage of with a classic hypnosis.

Claire Clover. Gotham Girl.

He knocked on her door. He had told Stephanie and Cassandra to take Chloe on that dinner reservation he booked. He said couldn't join them because he had to talk to Claire. Stephanie and Cassandra understood. After the bomb they dropped on him, they reckoned a conversation was necessary between the neighbours.

The five-foot-five college student opened the door. A familiar smile spread across her face. "Hey, sir! You need someone to take care of Chloe again?"

'She doesn't know.' As suspected, Claire was too kind to eavesdrop on people. It was unfortunate that Aaron was too cautious. Otherwise, he would have left her alone.

"Can we talk?" Aaron said, putting on a grave face. "It's important."

"O-oh, sure. Come in."

The small apartment was adorned with scattered textbooks, crumpled papers, and half-empty coffee cups. Clothes strewn across the floor and unwashed dishes piled in the sink added to the disarray. The air carried a distinct scent of stale pizza and worn-out sneakers. Claire exemplified the busy, careless life of a college student. He saw the back of her neck creep in red.

"S-sorry about the mess…" Claire muttered, tossing away a graphic t-shirt and grey sweatpants. She gestured at him to sit. He did. Her couch must have been ten times older than his because he sunk way down. Flushing with embarrassment, Claire said in a rush, "Coffee? I know you like it."

"Oh, yeah?" Aaron didn't even hide his suspicion. Claire froze in her spot. She cleared her throat but didn't offer an explanation. Aaron feigned a weary sigh. "Look, sit here." He patted the seat next to him. She glanced between him and the seat, tomato red. Muttering an apology, she sat. Her thigh nearly touched his. She instinctively scooted away.

"I know your secret," Aaron declared after a while. Claire blinked and terror overwhelmed her face. "I know you're Gotham Girl."

The terror transformed into a primal shock. For a good ten seconds, she was frozen in time, unable to respond. Eventually, she worked up the courage to ask. "H-how did you…" Claire swallowed down her nerves. "Is it because…of when I mentioned powers?"

"Yeah. You have the same height, same build, same attitude…" Aaron started to list the identical features. "...same level of attractiveness…" He put the last one on purpose to throw her off. He could sense her shyness weighing her down. Weakening her. "...same blonde hair, same blue eyes, same head structure."

"I…" Claire bit down the anxiety in her throat. Taking a deep breath, she met his gaze and started speaking in full. "I became Gotham Girl when I was sixteen with my older brother. His name was Henry and he…he died years ago. It was…honestly, I don't know whose fault it was. But I've been on and off on this whole superhero business since then."

Aaron's expression softened. Fuck, he wasn't second guessing the hypnosis but he did emphasize with her. Like always, the sullen look of a woman weakened his resolve. "I see…"

"Um, I…" Claire grabbed him by the arm, her breasts hugging him. "Could you please not tell anyone!? I…I…"

"I won't. Promise." Aaron offered her a comforting smile as well as a touch to the back of her hand. "I'm just scared for my daughter, that's all."

"O-oh, you don't have to worry." Desperation reeked in her tone as she confirmed the one thing he had been hoping for. "My powers have been weird the past two months. See, I was ambushed while I was patrolling with the Signal and…well…you don't have to worry. I'm on hiatus! I don't have a nemesis either. Chloe is safe!"

A genuine, honest-to-god sigh left him. No nemesis, no unexpected powers capable of toppling a building, and not an ounce of evil in her heart. This was going better than he expected. Wearing pyjamas, attached to him, breasts comforting his right arm, this was the situation he had hoped for. Her big blue eyes stared into his grey. Her breath oozed towards his chin, his mouth, as she tilted up at him. The height difference was there yet it wasn't.

Her cheeks were already red and her grip on him tightened. "I…" she began huskily. "I know this might be wrong but…I…I sometimes spy on you with my…with my powers."

The poor girl was too pure a soul. Seriously, to admit something like that to someone was stupid. Many would have labelled her a pervert, a stalker. Aaron labelled her as an opportunity. He tilted his head to the side, coming closer. "Really…?"

"Yeah, I…" Claire whimpered. "You smell so good. So good. And you…remember that one time you…you know…" Fucked? Railed? Rutted? Demolished? "...slept with those two girls? Riko and Izzy? I…I was watching with my X-ray vision. Not the whole thing since my powers kept turning on and off, but…I'm sorry."

Was guilt forcing her to admit this? Her altruism? Or was it something else? Seeing how she looked away from his piercing gaze, he suspected a thought that he had entertained before. Something that he considered to be a mere fantasy. A thought that nearly stopped his heart.

'Does she…have a crush on me?' A textbook case of the hot next door neighbour. It was possible. Her hugs, the way she sometimes couldn't make eye contact and strayed towards his crotch, and her absolute obedience. Aaron wasn't ignorant to his looks. Still, besides Cassandra and Riko, he never really considered love. Romantic love, not sexual love.

Did this throw a wrench in his plans? No. Did it make him reconsider his morality? Hell yes. Here he was manipulating a college girl for his own sake–for the mere possibility somebody would interrupt his peace. In spite of her dangerous powers, she was just a normal college girl. He could see it clearly now.

Their lips connected. He kissed her, the ethical dilemma shoved to the back of his mind.

"O-oh." Claire's eyes were hazy as they parted. It was sweet and short, just as she deserved. "W-wow. That was…my first."

This time, it wasn't guilt that motivated him. It was the desire to give this virgin a good time. He smiled down at her. "Did you like it?"

"Mhm." She nodded shyly and without breaking eye contact. "I liked it a lot."

Tension lit up. Sparks flew between them as they closed the gap and made out. Aaron took the lead and placed his hand on Claire's cheek, his touch soft and reverent, while Claire's fingers roughly brushed through his hair, pulling him closer. Inexperience plagued her. Her tongue lashed with the power of youth, attempting to mangle his gums and steal his saliva. The transfer was accepted only because he felt her strength growing.

Lips parted again, strings connecting. Dancing their eyes was a liberated anticipation, an intoxicated lust waiting to be unleashed. They went at each other again and held nothing back. Claire managed to push him down, straddling him as she kissed him deeply. Meanwhile, his strong hands lifted her shirt and pulled down her pants. She helped kick them off, uncaring. No bra, no panties, nothing was worn underneath. She was as free as a bird in her home, just as he expected. He peppered kisses all over her, from her neck, shoulders, down to her stomach. Her B-cup breasts were nice and round, average but perky and alive. He sucked on them and caused her to gasp and moan. Her hands on his head, she resisted but also granted the pleasure.

"Y-you're really–aah~!" A gasp. Moans. He suckled on her nipples. Light and pink, he could feel her going damp and dripping with her juices. His fingers massaged her pussylips. Another hiccup escaped her. This time, she slapped a hand on her mouth. "O-oh my gosh…!"

His tongue flicked up and down, its wet warmth supplying her with pleasure she had never experienced in her life. He switched from the right nipple to the left, while also making sure to finger her. He traced her clit and then pressed on it teasingly, with a gentle temptation. Claire began to tremble. She held onto his shoulders tightly and bit him in order to find some solace in the overwhelming sensation.

She was so fucking wet. So wet. And she continued to drip and leak, his pants becoming stained. So when she came, she came hard. Quenching his fingers, gasping and staring into the ceiling as she saw stares. "A-Aaron…! Aaron~!" She called his name and rode out her intense orgasm. She breathed. Exhaled. Caught herself.

Her blue eyes settled down at him. Hunger lingered. She wasn't satisfied by mere fingers. Slowly, like a predator, she smiled and pushed him down once more. She crawled down till she was nestled between his legs. She unzipped. She pulled his boxers down. Twang! His semi-erect cock popped out. However, unlike the women in the past, the college girl was unfazed as if she had seen it before–probably because she had.

"I love penises," Claire suddenly declared. Her cheek nuzzled his shaft, her touch engorging it. "I just love them. I love looking at them, I love smelling them." Her nose went in circles and whiffed the pungent smell of tangy masculinity. Clean, exotic undertones with a pinch of a hypnotic musk.

Her tongue was tentative. Unsure. The wetness traced over the unready veins and convinced it to throb, growing harder and harder, longer and longer. There was a glint in her eyes, like a mad scientist watching their experiments come to life. "I've always wanted to do this," Claire said, before plopping his half soft cock into her mouth. It was casual and innocent. Cute, even. She warmed his cock and he grew harder and harder. Given the rising angle, she pulled herself up and started to please his cockhead.

Her head went in circles, her tongue acting in tandem. She wasn't especially skilled but she had clearly trained for this. She took in two inches before stopping to gag. Again, inexperience reeked from her. Still, he observed. He wanted her to try. He wanted to see the efforts and ability of a faux Kryptonian.

Aaron let out a small groan. The sound of his voice encouraged her to do better. She went deeper. Her throat lodged more of his cock. His length kept hardening and growing until finally all the inches sheathed inside her were unleashed. Over a foot long, protruding out like a third arm. Claire backed away, bewildered.

"I…I saw with my…X-ray vision but…it somehow looks bigger in person." His mushroom cock twitched angrily. Its beige colour was calm and cool yet the pink tip invoked a sense of aggression. It was his most sensitive zone. She drew close to it and licked the ridge of his glans again. He twitched again. She continued to experiment and please him, watching his subconscious reactions.

A bead of white appeared. She lapped it up the instant it arrived. The plain smile on her face told him what he needed. "Mm! Tastes better too! You know, I once scanned most of the males in Gotham City and none of them are as big as you. Your penis is my favourite!"

"Thank you," Aaron replied, smiling, "but you probably shouldn't be doing that. It's an invasion of privacy."

"W-wait, I was really young back then! Sixteen, right when I got my powers! I was young and dumb and I accidentally, ya know…"

He put his arms behind his head and chuckled "I'm joking."

"O-oh." Blushing, she pouted and made her cheeks go round. "Y-you'll pay for that."

"Go for it…if you can do it."

A hand wrapped around his girth. The space between fingers astonished Claire and her resolve to prove him wrong crumbled. She blinked and laughed good-naturedly. "W-wow, really thick too, huh?" A laugh was shared between them. The absurdity of his size was not something they could simply forget, especially as it stood so tall and proud. She stroked him with the technique of an amateur and quickly added her second hand. The journey up and down was egregious and smooth and he pulsated in anticipation. He wanted more. He needed more.

Claire probably couldn't deepthroat him or give a decent handjob. It was up to Aaron to lead. He picked himself up and kissed Claire on the lips. The warmth of his cock poked her stomach as he leaned forward and took control. Soon, she was on her back, his big fat dick laying on her. The heat, the pulses, the veins, Claire gulped as she peered down at it. All of a sudden, the couch felt so small and compact.

"G-go slow, please." Aaron would oblige her request. His plan was to hypnotize her, yes, but only temporarily. Once he gave her the time of her life, he would order to never, ever spy on him or consider telling anyone of anything he did. For now, he would act as the good, sexy neighbour of her dreams and take her virginity.

Nodding, he drew back and adjusted his dick between her legs. The thick girthy head already seemed like too much. On her best day, she might have been able to handle him better but today was not that day. Today, she was underpowered and half-suited to handling the sheer stretching he was going to give her. A moan erupted as soon as he touched her pussylips. She was unexpectedly sensitive. He went inside.

"O-oh~! Sheesh! O-okay! I can…do this…!" Claire held her breath but twitched and withered anyway. Inches upon inches disappeared into her. Her altered biology seemed to make her a perfect cock sleeve. She took and took. Her lips stretched around his insane girth. Her walls clamped down on him. She moaned again and again. Nonstop. Unrelenting. At some point, it became crescendo.

"A-Aaron! Aaron~! Aaroooon~! Aaaaaroooon~!"

She called his name like it meant everything to her. Desperate, wanting, but also caringly. He was about eight inches in when he decided to pull back and give her a breather. She panted and brought back as much air as she could. She suddenly seemed dishevelled, her short hair springing tiny locks of hair in erratic directions.

The return process began. Claire gasped and asked for his hands. He granted her that and removed his grip on her thighs. Their hands locked, he came closer and closer, the inches disappearing. Then, finally, it was done. He was completely inside her.

"Does it feel good?" Aaron asked. Claire heaved and groaned before replying.

"Y-yes! Yes! Yeees~♡! I love you! I love youuuu~♡!"

The humble tap to her womb had sent shivers and orgasms down her soul. She was twitched and fluids secreted from her and onto his cock. Her walls tightened as if wanting to remove this intruder. Aaron actually winced. She was getting tighter and tighter and tighter–

'Fuck. What the hell is this? She's…' Her pussy seemed to be sucking the life out of him. 'She's the tightest I've ever been in! And it's not because she's a virgin! She's—fuck!'

Claire didn't notice his turmoil, too engulfed by the warmth in her womb. It was like her very soul was being warmed and pleasured, like a piece inside her was finally fitting. A cock. The missing cock. Aaron peered down at her and understood what was happening. It was a common phenomena, the feeling of physical fulfilment transforming into spiritual completeness. He didn't know whether it was correct, but all he knew was that this pussy could be the death of him if he wasn't careful. Her strength was capable of levelling cities. Her gorilla-grip cunt was representative of that.

"Get ready," Aaron warned. Too busy in the haze of obsession, Claire nodding along ignorantly. Her lips were open, exhaling as she simply basked in the weight of his massive cock. Aaron noticed she didn't really listen. He didn't care.

He jackhammered her.

Pure strength, raw speed, a touch of skill, and an inkling of his powers. Her mouth flew open. Gasps escaped her with every relentless pound. Faster, faster, faster, he went. Her legs, which were pointed upwards, were gripped and used as horns to fuck her brains out. Her walls clenched onto his length as it drove in and out, in and out.

Faster, faster, faster.

Claire couldn't react. Her small tits jiggled. Her eyes became wet with joyous tears. Supreme happiness. The Garden of Eden. It felt like the lonely college student had reached a higher level of euphoria. Her x-ray vision spasmed and she started seeing into the upper levels of the building.

He didn't stop jackhammering her.

Orgasms upon orgasms shook her body. She was rocked from the bottom-up. Her eyes rolled back. A long, guttural moan came out of her. "Oooooh~! Aaaaaaroooooon~!" He stretched her as he went for different angles, adjusting his thrusts just slightly enough to tap into sensitive zones that didn't even exist. Regions that couldn't possibly have been fucked with any other cock.

Gotham Girl, the most powerful woman in the city, was getting screwed silly. She came, she came, she came–

"Oh! Oh~! Ah! Oh~! Ah! Oh~! Oh~♡! Oh~♡! Ah! Oh~♡! Ah! Ah~♡! Ah! Oh~♡! Oh! Oh~♡!" Her pupils seemed to be in the shape of a heart, reflecting his face lovingly like he was the light of her world, like he was the sun that powered her. His cock was like a conductor, an amplification for all the good things in the world. "Love! Love~♡! Love it~♡! Love! It~♡! Love! You~♡!"

When he came, it was like judgement day. The end of the sun. The end of her bliss. The end of her addicting ecstasy–the drug that was his cock.

He unplugged his cock from her cunt and allowed a swarm of cock to flood. The couch was seemingly ruined as it travelled down to the side, down to the floor. The viscous white cream spread, spread, spread. Luckily, he didn't need to clean. He wasn't agitated or twitchy; he watched his own seed drench the world because now he could make it disappear with a snap of the finger. Besides his cock which spurted out the last specks of cum, there was peace and tranquillity in him. A completeness.

His life was perfect. No loose ends, no surprises.

There was just one last piece. One final chess piece he needed to control: Julia Pennyworth. The Nest. The one vaguely aware of his activities within We Are Robin. She only knew his first name and the Bat Family certainly hadn't told her about him due to their strained relationship, but given time and a little luck she would connect the dots. With the upcoming birthday, he was going to investigate and figure out where she was heading. Then, he would hypnotize her in ignoring him–in letting him live his life with his daughter.

He peered down at Claire Clover. Gotham Girl. She had been fucked stupid and even her advanced biology couldn't save her. Arms lolled out and dangling from the couch, small tits vibrating back to normal, cunt bubbling out ridiculous loads of cum, and her eyes and lips wet with tears and drool. She was done. Finished. The hypnosis would settle and he would order her to pretend he was an ordinary person.

Because that was all Aaron Reigner wanted. He wanted to help Gotham City while still remaining an ordinary person. Control people and things from the shadows, remaining safe and sound as the city turned brighter and cleaner. That was how he did things. That was how he wanted it for the rest of his life. The Manhunter, the Chosen Messenger, blessed him with this opportunity. He was forever thankful for it.

"Well, well, well…it seems my little stallion has been busy."

A feline voice giving off pure, unadulterated sex purred. There was only woman in Gotham who could make a man hard with a mere whisper of her voice: Catwoman. She stood in the middle of the room, in costume, eating a slice of pizza from an open box on the table. Her tongue sucked in the cheese. Aaron got off the couch.

"Catwoman." Selina Kyle. The name didn't matter. He pretended not to be surprised, pretended that he had noticed the cat burglar even though he definitely hadn't. "What do you want?" He got off the couch and stood up. Her green eyes flickered down to his nether regions and glowed with arousal. She licked her lips and then met his eyes.

"My, oh my." Her eyes darted to his crotch repeatedly, bringing attention to it. She purred. "Your big fat horse cock is hanging out. A girl could get used to something like that…"

Though tucked in clothing, his cock hung from the unzipped portion of his pants. Aaron didn't particularly care. At this point, standing nude or half-nude made no difference to him. He crossed his arms and tilted his head. "Why did you come here?"

"Coincidence, really." Catwoman shrugged, raising her shoulders dramatically. "Bats told me to check up on Ms. Claire Clover over there. Make sure she's recovering properly. Maybe even give her a pep talk."

"How long were you watching?"

"Since you creampied her, which means not very long, right?" She took off her helmet and goggles, and winked. Aaron inhaled. He hadn't noticed. This was Catwoman, arguably the stealthiest woman on the planet, but still…

"Things are going well with Batman?" he asked, switching topics.

Catwoman sighed, turned, and started to walk. A campy, seductive sway of the hips, exposing the way her tight leather outfit outlined the arch of her back. The light reflected on the material and highlighted her ass cheeks too. "See, just as you wanted, I slept with the Bat." Inside the kitchen, she turned on the tap and drank a glass of water. She let out a loud, raspy gasp. She returned, her zipper undone to reveal her cleavage. "Admittedly, it was quite good. He was angry and hard. Needing to release the steam from Leviathan and all that. Like you predicted, he's stronger than ever. More motivated. Amazing, isn't it? A little pussy cat can get the great Batman to work like an animal. Even so, I couldn't help but feel a little…unsatisfied. The hole in my heart was filled but the hole in my pussy wasn't."

His eyes flickered from his serene features down to her exposed cleavage. Her nipples remained hidden, teasing him. This outfit, this specific set of the zipper, it was classic Catwoman. "You seriously want to get railed? Here? While Claire is still here? She could wake up any second. She's a pseudo-Kryptonian."

"You're the one with the cock hanging out."

"And you're the one with your tits out."

"Aw. You caught me." She approached him, slow and sensual, and put her hands on his chest. Her lips hovered close to his ear. "Come on, stallion. Why not? Even if she wakes up, maybe we can teach her a thing or two~" She nibbled on him and sucked on his neck. Aaron didn't visibly react. His eyes glanced down at the ravenous space of her boobs. This close, he could see her tits plainly.

'She's a bigger pervert than me.'

The fuckfest began. He started off by grabbing her ass through her leather costume and making out with her. A classic. He decided to keep it nice and short as he shoved Catwoman against the wall, kissing her wildly and without restraint. Claire had just lost her virginity. When she woke up, she would need comfort and a small dosage of hypnosis. He didn't need the cat burglar to be around when he did that.

"Still not hard," Catwoman gasped out, holding his limp cock with her gloved hand. "Don't tell me you're empty?"

He didn't rise to her provocation and interrupted her train of thought with another kiss. Catwoman understood. She pressed against him, legs enveloping waist, and using him to carry her own weight. The kiss continued for another minute. The skill gap between the virgin Claire and Catwoman was vast. She actually tasted him, wanted him, needed him, and lapped him up like an animal. Her booty was gripped voluptuously. He rolled the mounds in his hands. Due to the arch of her back, it was impossible to find an ass of this quality, this curve.

The kiss deepened. His cock twitched and slapped her rear. Catwoman slipped away from him, smirking. "Now I have your attention, hm?" She leapt off of him, stepping back with the narrowest pair of fuck-me eyes he had ever seen, and turned to put her hands on the wall. She wagged her ass enticingly. The captivating pair of ass cheeks hidden yet tightened by leather.

"This costume is a little different from my other one. It has a zipper directly for my pussy. Me and Batman used to fuck on the rooftops." Catwoman licked her lips, looking over her shoulder with an addicting pair of eyes. Aaron spanked her once. Only once. Even so, she moaned like a bitch in heat.

"Good work," he praised. "You can carry my cum inside you that way as well."

"I know, I know. You're welcome."

The second he unzipped it, a rush of fluids fell. Soapy and honey-like, wanting, no, needing escape from the stimulating circumstances. The hung cock, the face, the kisses, the flirtation. Catwoman was damper than a cat in water. He immediately hardened and slapped the hot pipe on her ass. Catwoman mewled.

"So long~! It reaches so far!"

"Five minutes," Aaron announced. "I'll be done with you in five minutes."

"Meow~! Challenge accepted, babe!"

Aaron pulled back and aligned his dong. He didn't wait to enter. He bucked his hips back and thrusted forward. The wind was taken from her. So many inches, so much cock, all at once. It was clear Aaron had no attention in wasting time. In fact, he wasn't even aiming to pleasure her. He just started fucking her relentlessly.

"W-w-wait~!" Catwoman arched and wailed. Already, the bones and nerves in her pumped in adrenaline. Her stamina, her endurance, it felt like the fibre of being absorbed. Sucked. Destroyed. Replaced by joy, euphoria and the air of utopia. "W-wait! F-fuck! Cock! Too big! Cock! T-t-tooo deeeeep~!"

He jackhammered Gotham Girl. But Catwoman? He was rapidly drilling her. He was mercilessly pounding into her. The strength, the precision, it was otherworldly. Godly.

"I'm gonna cum! Cum! Cum! Cum–" She didn't cum once or twice–no, she came multiple times in a row. Three, four, five, six…it kept going like a chain reaction. Every time to the womb, every pound to her deepest regions equated to an intense orgasm. Her knees buckled.

"I'm cummmming~!"

The understatement of the century. She must have orgasmed thirty times in a matter of three minutes. Each climax wild and heated, each long and continuous, each riding out to another orgasm. It was never ending. The seductive, proud Catwoman was slobbering like a dog. Her eyes rolled back as she hung on with every fibre of her soul. Even that was getting crushed by the immense length and girth of his cock.

The four minute mark hit. Aaron had been keeping count. He was calm and cool as ever, merely smiling as he watched her break down. He spanked her. A sign. A message. Catwoman didn't respond verbally, too overwhelmed and busy reeling from stimulation.

He came.

His balls, hidden by his pants, contracted. He pushed himself until pelvis and ass were joint and shot out the most greatest load the cat burglar had ever experienced. Thick, white jets that were unprecedented in speed and quality. Her eyes went wide and managed to gain a semblance of rationality as he spewed and overloaded her womb–as he painted her inside white with his seed. He seemed to cover everything, cool everything, stain everything. There was no escape.

"You're cumming so much! Oghn~♡!"

It was like his cum knocked something loose in her and granted her speaking privileges again. He spanked her. She could feel the cum slush inside her and leave in heaps as he pulled out. Dribbles fell down as his cock retreated. Aaron spanked her again.

"Haahn~♡! Haahn~♡!"

She was on cloud nine, having achieved a state of glorious release she could never have experienced normally. She gasped and ached for the air as if it was paradise.

Slut. Whore. Cum queen.

Her little hole was completely fucking stuffed. Absolute filled with white. Her pussy could hardly be seen.

"Did you enjoy it?" he taunted.

"Y-yeshhh~! Yesssh~! Mmmm…"

By this point, Aaron was the god of sex. He knew how to make a woman's legs go jelly. It was like second nature. He knew things other males didn't. He could see it in her tiny twitches and moans: Bruce never made her cum like Aaron did. He never made her legs go jello. He had never made her shake or struggle to breathe.

When he had yanked his dick out, she convulsed and gasped. His cum poured out of her in heaves, her womb so full she couldn't control her own body, her trained limps refusing to take orders. It was like her nerves and synapses took orders from him. Obeyed him.

"Leave and zip yourself up," Aaron ordered, pulling his pants up. "And keep the cum inside you. I expect you run on the rooftops with it for a while."

"Y-yess…."

Could Bruce ever live up to Aaron's performance? Never. They were on completely different sides in sexual ability. But he could at least provide the thief with the emotional stability she needed. Aaron certainly couldn't. One look at her and he got horny. One look at her leather costume and he wanted to shove his cock down her tits. That was no way for a relationship. To his knowledge, amongst the various lovers she slept with and committed to, Batman was the only individual who liked and enjoyed her for more than her body. Everybody, even an insatiable slut like her, deserved happiness.

"By the way, are the two of you together? You and Batman, I mean? Are you officially dating?" Aaron clarified. It took a long, long while for her to reply. She needed air. She needed stability. A balance in her soul, mind, and body.

"N-no," Catwoman gasped out, dizzy as she stared at the wall, "n-nothing like that. I…mmm…I suppose we love, hah, each other…" A glob of cum slumped from her hole as she said it. Aaron knitted his brows in thought, glancing between Catwoman and Gotham Girl. Both fucked, both creampied, both leaking. While Catwoman managed to keep the strength in her legs, Gotham Girl had long since lost consciousness. An example of training versus natural talent.

"Not dating yet, huh? I see." On the floor was her discarded helmet and goggles. An idea popped into his head as he eyed them. "Before you leave, I need you to do something for me…"