12 Morals // Catwoman-Selina Kyle

"Aaron and Wonder Woman, sitting in a tree~! K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes love, then comes marriage! Then comes Wonder Woman with a baby carriage~!"

Chloe cackled at his furrowed expression. The moment he had told her that the princess of Themyscira was his favourite superhero, Chloe teased him from kingdom come. Well, she tried to anyway. Aaron gave her little in terms of verbal and facial responses.

"Ooh, ooh!" Chloe rubbed her hands together deviously. "Aaron and Zatanna, sitting in a tree~! K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes love, then comes marriage! Then comes Zatanna with a baby carriage~!" As soon as the nursery rhyme ended, she burst into laughter.

"I like Zatanna's shows," Aaron admitted. "It would be nice marrying her."

"Aw!" Chloe pouted. "It's no fun teasing you!"

His mouth flipped into a smile. "But it is with you. Say, why did you keep asking me to switch to channels about the Flash? Don't tell me you like him~"

Her face went beet red. "That's not fairrrrr!"

"Hm. Which Flash though, I wonder…"

"I won't tell." After a moment of introspection, she grinned and said, "Okay, okay. Guess."

"The redhead."

"...yeah."

He pumped a fist. "Knew it."

Chloe crossed her arms and seemed fine with ending the conversation there. But then they caught each other's eye and exploded into chuckles and giggles.

A week had passed since Cassandra's warning. So far, she was correct. Ivy and Harley had begun to attack more and more facilities. While there wasn't any mention of Leviathan, he was sure that was only due to them censoring the information. The miniature battlefields had Leviathan written all over them.

On the flickering screen, Vicki Vale appeared, her normally sleek appearance slightly dishevelled. She stood in front of the smouldering remains of a city street, the unmistakable aftermath of a recent battle. Behind her, plumes of smoke rose from overturned cars and shattered debris.

Vicki's voice rang out with urgency as she began her report, "This is Vicki Vale reporting live from the devastated streets of Gotham City. We've just witnessed an intense clash between Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, and what I theorize to be soldiers of Leviathan."

Aaron leaned forward. 'So she figured it out. Good.'

In actuality, it was Aaron who had tipped her off. He said to look into Leviathan and she, partly out of annoyance and desperation, obliged him. His little hint paid off, it seemed. Vicki looked like she was on fire today.

"Eyewitnesses describe Ivy and Harley fighting with unparalleled skill and ferocity, defending innocent lives against the henchmen of this shadowy organization. It remains unclear what Leviathan's true intentions are, but one thing is clear: Gotham is caught in the middle of a battle for its very soul."

As the camera panned across the scene, Vicki pointed out the shattered remnants of Leviathan's insignia on the fallen soldiers' uniforms. "This suggests that Ivy and Harley, often seen as chaotic forces, have taken up the mantle of protectors, standing against this threat to our city."

Vicki's gaze intensified as she continued, "What does this clash mean for Gotham? Are Ivy and Harley now aligned with the forces of good? Or is this a temporary alliance born out of necessity? These questions linger as the city grapples with the aftermath of this battle."

Pausing for a moment, Vicki adjusted her microphone and faced the camera directly. "Gotham is at a tipping point. The fight against Leviathan signifies a turning tide in our city's ongoing struggle for order and chaos. Stay tuned as we dig deeper to uncover the motivations behind this battle and shed light on the ever-evolving criminal dynamics within Gotham."

With a final determined nod, Vicki Vale signed off, leaving viewers with a hunger for more answers in the wake of the monumental event. The location of the battle was in the heart of Gotham City, near the dilapidated industrial district. The gravity of the situation and the potential impact on its citizens was not lost on anyone. When it happened to the clean regions of Gotham, it could happen anymore.

On the internet, there were already theories and speculation. Was it really Leviathan or was this another false report? Was Vicki Vale clambering for straws? Was Batman involved somehow?

The Gotham Gazette proceeded to show footage of the Signal showing up to the crime scenes, prompting additional concern over the severity of the situation. He was the sole hero of Gotham who worked in the light and though he did his best to stay out of the public's eye he could only do so much until he got photographed.

We Are Robin decided to lay low. As he predicted, Jada Thompkins was able to give the injured the care they needed and the rest of them food, water, and shelter. He told Shug-R to update him by the day, in case he learned something vital.

'One of these days, I'll visit Dr. Thompkins and her daughter. Thank her for everything she's done.'

"What's a Leviathan?" Chloe asked beside him.

"It's like a giant sea creature with a bunch of tendrils. Oh, but the Leviathan they are referring to here is an organization. They've been fighting Harley and Ivy."

Chloe was quiet for a moment. "The skanks."

Aaron blinked and craned his neck towards her. The little girl blinked innocently.

"It's what a lot of people call them outside," Chloe explained. Aaron sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He decided to switch channels.

The television roared with music. Immediately, Chloe danced while sitting. It was an adorable sight.

"I love this song. I heard it all the time in stores!" Her voice filled the room as she sang along, her enthusiasm contagious. "I'm a Gotham girl, dancing in the night, under city lights, we shine so bright!"

The television screen showcased a music video, featuring the talented members of the Black Canary Band. Their lyrics were simple but their instrumentals were top-notch.

The song, titled "City Lights," was one of many unofficial anthems for the people of Gotham. The citizens of Gotham were strong on their identity for a reason. They likened their resilience and unwavering spirit to be beyond all other cities of America. Indeed, the stereotype of being distinct from Bludhaven was true.

The lead singer was a blonde woman by the name of Dinah Lance. Clad in a black leather jacket, fishnet stockings, and combat boots, Dinah expelled a rock-and-roll edge. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in waves that complimented her smokey eye makeup and crimson lips.

Aaron's fingers drummed on the couch armrest. He bobbed his head side-to-side, enjoying the rhythm of the song.

"In the darkened city's depths, we rise above,

Defying despair with a spirit of love~!

Through the challenges we face, together we stand,

A symphony of strength, hope guiding our hand...

In this urban landscape, where shadows reside,

We shine as beacons, spreading hope far and wide."

It was music intended for a younger demographic. Judging by the quality of the video, it was an older song too. Even so, Chloe sang along as if it was a fad from her generation.

'Old but gold. I used to listen to this when I was in high school.' He glanced at Chloe. All of a sudden, he felt old. 'Is this what it feels like to be a father?'

He honestly liked it. It was less annoying than he thought it would be. He assumed children to be pests and tax burdens, nothing more. But his perspective had changed over the last two weeks.

His phone received a message. He barely glanced at it before putting it down.

> Tanya: Thank you for yesterday.

> Tanya: The money is deposited, the same as before.

Yep, he sent Tanya to heaven yesterday night. The money was too tempting to ignore. Frankly, she wasn't a particularly interesting fuck but the cucking balanced it out. More important was the payment. As of now, the drum roll total was…

'Thirty-two million dollars.' Seeing the eight-digit number in the bank account was startling. Again, for a billionaire, it was chump change. A small investment. For Aaron Reigner and Chloe? They could live off of it for the remainder of their lives. He could pay off whatever college bills his downstairs neighbour had and still take a vacation at the North Island in Seychelles.

For now, he would keep low. Tanya warned him that withdrawing too much would gather the attention of the IRS. She was the lawyer, so he listened.

Hadiyah and Jaina, his makeshift agents, messaged him too. He didn't need to do the whole Gotham's Reigner thing since he had dumped so much cum in them. They listened to him on instinct. Of course, if he ordered them to do something severely out of character, they would resist so there was still a need for the code word. What he had on hand was still phenomenal and the two were skilled enough to fulfil the missions and hyper specific tasks he assigned them.

> Hadiyah: I talked with Jace. He thinks you're my fiancée. It's how he rationalizes me rejecting him and the sex we had.

> Hadiyah: Also, I think I know when the next Tournament of 100 will happen.

> Aaron: what about the how? How will they get the people? And where will it be?

> Hadiyah: It will happen in one week. Me and Rabbit are working on the how and where.

> Aaron: Good.

The hypnosis was scary in how potent it was. They acted like themselves to the point where Jace, a genius level intellect, didn't suspect anything. Aaron swore to himself that once this was finished, he would wipe their memories and pretend the whole ordeal didn't happen. Their cunts had already been destroyed. He didn't need to go any further.

Moreover, there were pressing matters to tend to. The Tournament of 100. Fifty-two men and women would be kidnapped and forced to participate in a strange tournament, all for the sake of finding The One.

'Whoever THAT is. Hadiyah's friend, Vol, has been hacking every database in the world and has found literally nothing. I even had White Rabbit steal information from Amanda Waller. Yet…nothing.'

Amanda Waller, the crazy government lady. He learned who she was and he was all the worse for it. She was a bitch, pure and simple. Too ruthless to be a hero and too moral to be an outright villain. She resided in a shade of grey that was too annoying to define or think too deeply about.

He hoped she would never, ever discover him. So far, she had nothing. Aaron intended to keep it that way.

Amana Waller was thorough and almost as knowledgeable as Batman. However, even she had nothing on The One. Whoever this individual was, there was no modern historical basis for them.

'Wait, wait. If they're actively searching civilians, that means Leviathan also doesn't know. It's probably a legend. A myth. It could be me…'

His gaze shifted to the tiny blonde, whose attention was captured by the cartoons on the television screen.

'…or even Chloe.'

As for work, he had told his supervisor that his family emergency was still ongoing. Because he had used up all his emergency days, he was warned he wouldn't get paid. Aaron was okay with that. He had money, after all. Millions upon millions.

Through the window, he could see the moon settle in the sky. Its light gave Gotham the tiny bit of shine it needed. An aftereffect terraforming into the gothic city it was.

He and Chloe went to a convenience store to buy food. Candy, chocolate, ingredients for hot dogs and burgers. That sort of stuff. It was hardly twenty minutes.

They came home and made dinner. Aaron taught her the basics, such as how to use the stove and use a knife. Simple stuff a street girl wouldn't know. Chloe was wowed by practically everything he did.

"Rule number one?"

"Don't touch the stove while it's on," Chloe replied, eyes narrowed as if they were discussing war crimes.

"Rule number two?"

"Never leave food unattended."

"Good." Aaron sent her a satisfied smile. "Now it's your turn."

He and Chloe made pizza. It had an easy-to-follow recipe, not to mention it included the core tenets of cooking. You needed to slice, collect, and warm up. It served as an excellent introduction for the novice.

The time to taste it came. Aaron squinted as he chewed through it. Chloe watched his reactions, hands behind her, waiting with considerable anticipation.

"Pass," he said, giving a thumbs-up. Chloe jumped and high-fived him.

"Yes!"

After dinner, they returned to their regularly scheduled programming: cartoons and movies. It was fun to watch but in all honesty Aaron felt like a lazy dad. Seriously, he did nothing today besides cook, eat, and watch TV. In the back of his mind there was no concern over money or having to pay rent. It was all settled now.

The clock struck twelve.

Aaron smiled and stealthily got off the sofa. In the kitchen, in the small drawer, was a box. He picked it up and returned with it. Chloe seemed to have noticed his departure and tilted her head. He sat down next to her, brought the box out, and announced to the world:

"Merry Christmas."

Chloe blinked. Once, twice, thrice. "T-thank you." She bit the bottom of her lip. Her eyes twitched. Chloe couldn't help it. She started bawling.

This must have been her first Christmas. Her first experience of love and compassion.

"It's a phone," Aaron said, pulling her close to his chest. He placed the box in her arms. "If you ever need to contact me."

"T-thanks." Chloe sniffled and cried. Her arms cradled the box desperately, with the sorrow and pain from the ten lonely years of her existence. He let her stain his shirt with her tears. In his heart, he felt warm and fuzzy.

All those years alone. All that time wandering the streets. He patted her on the head. Was he talking about himself or Chloe? At this point, he didn't know.

***

The following morning, they decided to go to a museum. Truth be told, the streets of Gotham weren't safe and there was chance something dangerous could happen. According to Hadiyah, twelve-eight people had gone missing from Leviathan's influence, either kidnapped in broad daylight or snatched from their homes. The crime scenes left shadows of evidence, a signature mark of the League of Assassins. The Tournament of 100 was fastly approaching.

Unfortunately, Aaron couldn't quite say no to Chloe. She really, really wanted to go.

"Woahhh."

Gotham Natural History Museum. Large, decorated, and focused on history, it was arguably the best place for someone like Chloe to go to. There was a whole ass zoo in there too. Aaron would be lying if he said he wasn't secretly excited.

The outside of the museum was straight out of Washington, shaped like a mansion and supported by swampy yellow pillars. Chloe swung their arms back and forth as they walked.

'I really want to see the zoo department…'

Work, eat, sleep. That was his life before Cassandra. Before all this. He wanted the best possible experience for himself and Chloe, so he bought the luxury pass. The most expensive thing on the Gotham Natural History Museum's website, totalling around three thousand dollars. As a result, they were given their own tour guide and exclusive look into the behind-the-scenes.

Aaron was equally as jittery as Chloe. They flashed their passes to the receptionist at the front and waited. The foyer was wide and Aaron could see over a dozen glass-encased artifacts. To the side, there was a map of the museum. Apparently, there was a section just for bats.

"I wanna see the bats," Chloe said, pointing.

"Me too. I'm sure they'll take us there," Aaron replied.

Chloe's hand squeezed his, thrilled by the prospect of real-life bats. Not a man dressed as one, but an actual living, breathing bat.

"Hello, hello~! Aaron and Chloe, right?"

Aaron was startled by the voice. They had snuck up on him without his notice. Either he was getting rusty or this woman…

'…is smoking hot?'

Their tour guide was no ordinary woman. Aaron could sense it the moment he laid eyes on her. She had black hair styled in a pixie cut and wore a short black leather jacket, a white low-cut shirt revealing her generous cleavage, and black skinny jeans.

'She has the sluttiest waist I have ever seen on a woman. Jesus.'

"Yes, that's us," Aaron responded coolly. He wasn't a loser who stuttered after seeing a hot woman. He could talk while analyzing this stunning vixen. She flashed them a confident, sultry smile and proceeded to introduce herself.

"I'm Selina Kyle. Nice to meet you."

Cassandra's voice suddenly echoed in his head and his stomach dropped. "Selina…" Aaron repeated. He cleared his throat and forced a smile. "Good to meet you. You are our guide?"

'Is it a coincidence? I mean, how many thirty-something year old, hourglass-figured Selina Kyles could there be in Gotham? Not many, I imagine. It's not an uncommon name, but still…could it really be her?'

Selina Kyle beamed at him, oblivious to the inner turmoil in his head. "Indeed. I'm new so please forgive me if I talk too fast on occasion." She giggled and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. She wanted to get in his head. Aaron pretended not to be affected and glanced down at Chloe.

"Alright, the pretty lady is going to be touring us. You ready?"

"Ready," Chloe affirmed with deep resolve.

"Oh, is this your daughter?" Selina asked, leaning down to meet the blonde bundle of joy. "I'd say she's the pretty one between us."

"Thank you," Chloe muttered timidly, hiding behind his arm. She was almost ten, perhaps too old for such theatrics, but Aaron didn't mind. He didn't nudge her forward or force her to talk to Selina, partly because he didn't trust her in the first place.

'Selina Kyle. Cassandra told me all about you. You're Batman's girl. Actually, that's not quite right. You left him at the altar. You stole his fortune. You're a complicated mess of a woman who belongs to no one but yourself.'

"How about we get started then?" Selina said, pearly white teeth dazzling them.

Throughout the tour, Aaron got the feeling she was seducing him. She assumed correctly that he was wealthy but incorrectly thought he held some kind of ancient trinket or family heirloom. He had nothing besides his wallet and phone. He made sure to keep his hands in his pockets to prevent her from pickpocketing him.

"So what do you do for work, Aaron?" Selina asked, her shoulder brushing him.

"I work at Wayne Tech."

"Anything special?"

"No, just in the middle of the corporate ladder."

"How did you manage to afford our most expensive pass then? Don't tell me you saved up?"

From her tone, it was obvious she was joking. She assumed no sane mind would save up two-thousand dollars for a measly museum pass. And she would be right. Unfortunately for her, he wasn't going to admit that. He pulled up the flattest expression and response he could muster. "Yes."

"Oh." Selina laughed and slid another piece of hair behind her ear. She picked up the pace too, going ahead to describe a rare green gem contained in the Gem Collection Hall. Behind her pearly white teeth and fancy words, he could sense her disappointment.

Selina Kyle. Catwoman.

She had a fantastic ass, that was for sure. He tried not to look but seeing her hips sway in front of him…it was too much. He just had to steal a glance. Heart-shaped and form-fitting, it was nearly impossible for the impure thoughts not to leak in. Luckily, he managed to control himself.

'Remember, your powers amplify your libido and you still don't have a complete handle on them. Calm down, Aaron Reigner. Deep breaths.'

Discreetly, he inhaled and exhaled as he stared at an Indigenous spear. It was long, tipped red, and tagged with blue fur. Some kind of identifier for the chief. Moreover, there was an infographic explaining how the spear came into the museum's possession. It wasn't a happy story. The spear's history was drenched in blood and flesh, and it was not because of the Indigenous. The Hall of the American Indian was filled with the atrocities Christopher Columbus and the Americans committed against the American Indians. Terrible, terrible crimes that today would be considered truly monstrous and barbaric. Beyond the morals of humanity. Yet it happened. It was America's history.

Chloe's ability to read was limited but unlike Cassandra she had potential. Selina was also kind enough to read the infographics out loud.

"They have no arms, and are without warlike instincts; they all go naked, and are so timid that a thousand would not stand before three of our men. So that they are good to be ordered about, to work and sow, and do all that may be necessary, and to build towns, and they should be taught to go about clothed and to adopt our customs." Selina sighed as she finished the horrific paragraph. It was a page straight from the great explorers' diary. "Yes, Christopher Columbus was revolutionary for his time. However, his desire to enslave the Indigenous population was…well, I don't need to speak more on it. It's a horrifying reminder to never idolise our heroes because they are, at the end of the day, human on the inside. They love, they hate, they feel, and yes, they can even be evil."

She sounded like she spoke from experience. Intriguing.

"Why?" Chloe muttered. "Why do bad people exist?"

Aaron stared at the contemplating child with sympathy. "I don't know."

Admittedly, he felt awkward talking about race when he himself engaged in raceplay. Then again, there was a difference between fantasy and actually acting upon it. Meaningless sex versus whatever the fuck Christopher Columbus was doing…yeah, there was no comparing the two. Aaron might as well have been a saint next to Columbus.

Regardless, they moved on. Chloe absorbed the information like a sponge. She was a smart girl, he noticed, with a real knack for critical thinking. She asked questions and assumed the best of people. Child-like but clever and bright.

The Gem Collection Hall, Hall of the American Indian, and African Section Basement were thoroughly explored. Next up were the lucrative areas: the aquarium, the Botanical Garden, the Hall of Exotic Birds, the Hall of Pre-Historic Life, and, most thrillingly, the zoo.

Aaron had checked the schematics. The museum was huge. Absolutely massive. The aquarium was breath-taking and although they didn't contain massive creatures like sharks or whales, the small glowing fishes were equally as riveting.

Personally, he enjoyed the exotic birds the most. They quaked and sang and did what birds typically did. The bird with the long orange beak appealed to Aaron the most. The Toco Toucan was exactly like it was in his elementary school books and he wished he could pet it. When he asked if it was possible to touch them, Selina laughed and shook her head.

"Any reason for your visit?" Selina asked, watching the pandas munch on bamboo. Chloe was stuck to the glass, staring with childish intensity. "Gotham has been hectic recently–what, with Batman's fight against those ninjas."

"Gotham being hectic? That happens every other week," Aaron pointed out. She opened her mouth, then closed it upon reflection.

"Fair enough," Selina conceded, giggling. Abruptly, she pressed herself to his arm. "What about you?" Her hands traced his upper arm. "I get the feeling she isn't yours." Her green pupils purred with a bewitching allure. Her fingernails lightly scratched his jacket.

"She's not," Aaron replied bluntly. He refused to look at her; refused to acknowledge her advances. She was taller than most women he acquainted with–about five-foot-seven and able to lean on his shoulder comfortably. She didn't largely out of professional courtesy but he could taste the hunger in the air. She wanted to lean on him. She wanted to kiss him.

"You remind me of someone. He adopts children left and right as well," Selina commented, laughing as she pulled back. Aaron quietly exhaled. "Truth be told, I'm the same. I'm a cat lady, see. I love adopting."

"Right…"

Cassandra vaguely alluded to Selina's inclination to cats. It was identical to Bruce Wayne's obsession with bats. Although she was a crazy cat lady, the stereotype didn't entirely fit given how attractive and luscious she was. But it did settle his suspicions.

This was her. Catwoman. The infamous thief of Gotham. Batman's greatest lover. It had to be. The coincidences were stacking up higher than Wayne Tower.

Nevertheless, Aaron remained skeptical of her. Cassandra had described to him her brief history and he wasn't particularly impressed. She flipped-flopped between hero and thief too often for him to think of her as a trustworthy force of good.

"Wowow, what's that?" Chloe asked. At the zoo, there was a large feline of an exceptionally rare species. So rare that even Aaron had to take a closer look.

"It's the only one of its kind, actually," Selina explained. "See that vector pattern? The jaguar's cracks are reddish-yellow but otherwise it's completely pitch black."

A black female jaguar. The sign at the top wrote out its scientific name in a fancy, bold font as well: melanistic panthera onca.

"It's badass…!" Chloe exclaimed. Aaron wanted to reprimand for her poor language but he was too captured by the jaguar to complain. It truly was a sight to behold. A creature of primal times, trapped, its sharp eyes eyeing each of them silently.

"I like black cats," Selina told him, drawing herself to his side. "They're quiet. Independent. They brood. Just my type."

He could hear her licking her lips. Still, he did not turn. He did not look. He ignored the woman hovering over his shoulder as if she was some pathetic prostitute.

Finally, after an additional painstaking hour of Selina and her pitiful attempts to seduce him, the tour ended. She waved Chloe goodbye but he could see the way her fingers curled as she gestured to him.

'Good god, Batman. Do you not fuck this woman enough?'

His back was itchy from the number of times she slid her hands down it. It was like Tanya Fox all over again, except on overdrive. Aaron was glad it was over. If he was going to do this, it would not be in front of Chloe. Selina seriously needed to learn some tact.

He called a taxi over and sat down. Since the museum was down in the Diamond District and traffic was at its peak, it would take close to half an hour. Chloe was busy playing on her new phone to pay attention to what he was doing, which was contacting Hadiyah.

> Aaron: hey, any news?

> Hadiyah: No. Nothing. I've exhausted all my resources. There is nothing on Leviathan's next move or the Penguin and the Shadows. Batman Incorporated is the only one in the loop but Jace hasn't told me anything because he's so busy.

So Jace's Batman was also joining the fight? Good to know there were two Batmen in town.

> Hadiyah: My apologies.

> Aaron: it's fine. I need you to do something else for me.

> Aaron: is it possible to track Catwoman? I met her civilian identity today

It took three minutes for her to reply. To his side, Chloe hummed and watched videos on Youtube, unaware of his intentions and plans.

> Hadiyah: No. I've read her records. She's too elusive and well-trained. She is also very familiar with Batman's technology.

> Aaron: and if i were to report her?

> Hadiyah: According to Batman's report in the library, she deleted not only her criminal record but her record, period. She doesn't exist in any digital database. Legally speaking, if you bring her in, nothing will happen. The GCPD will just write her off.

> Aaron: i figured as much. Thanks

Hadiyah was correct. The GCPD was too busy to arrest stranglers–especially as Leviathan grew stronger and bolder with their attacks. Alongside Leviathan were Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn. As much as they wanted to help, there was an arrest warrant on their heads for what they did at his workplace.

> Aaron: any updates on Leviathan? Or the metal stuff?

> Hadiyah: The Bat Family came together to give our findings. So far, Leviathan has collected Dionesium, Electrum, and Promethium. They lack Nth Metal as well as the Eighth Metal due to White Rabbit's theft. It seems neither side knows it was White Rabbit. As for the Tenth Metal, it is also called Element X. There is no recorded mention of it within the scientific world.

> Hadiyah: Element X is present in all of creations and with it one can become nigh-omnipotent. Batman and the Justice League donned armour of Element X and defeated Barbatos, the destroyer of worlds.

> Hadiyah: It is impossible to find on Earth, according to Batman. It will also be impossible for Leviathan, he said. In other words, rather than seven metals, they are searching for six metals.

Impossible? That was a relief. When Batman considered something impossible, then it was impossible…right?

'That makes the situation worse. If it's six…they have three out of the six metals. They are at the halfway point.'

> Aaron: thanks again. Also, where did you put God Killer?

> Hadiyah: It's in the basement of my house. It's very secure and I have cameras everywhere.

> Aaron: Good.

Anything less would be stupid. This was a sword capable of elevating an ordinary human to the level of a god. Regardless of Leviathan, it needed to be closely guarded.

More to his original question, if Hadiyah couldn't track Catwoman, then perhaps his other servant could. He returned to his list of contacts and messaged the infamous Gotham socialite: Jaina Hudson.

> Aaron: i need you to do something for me.

> Jaina: Of course. What is it?

> Aaron: Follow Selina Kyle. She's a tour guide in the Gotham Natural History Museum. She has black hair, green eyes, and an hourglass figure. She wears a short black jacket, black skinny jeans, and a white shirt showing her tits.

> Jaina: Follow her? Or capture her?

> Aaron: i doubt you could capture her. Selina Kyle is also Catwoman. She regularly escapes Batman. She's a master thief and beyond an Olympic-level gymnastics athlete. You're outclassed.

> Jaina: I have the proportionate speed of a rabbit. I'm sure I could do it.

Aaron bristled. She wasn't listening. One of these days he was going to have to creampie her again to strengthen the hypnosis. He didn't mind the little quirks of her real personality in their conversations. In fact, he welcomed it since the authentic inflections brought him a level of comfort regarding the depravity of his actions. But not like this, not here and now when it could potentially jeopardize his plans.

> Aaron: no means no. Listen, you're no match for her. Catwoman is on another level. She's disciplined and could knock you out with a single well-placed kick.

He observed her carefully during the tour and the results surprised even Aaron. Selina's body language was eerily steady and tempered. Every flick of her hand could mean a pickpocket. Every step was measured and controlled to explode into a leap. Aaron had known the world of superheroes was filled with people like this. Talented, trained, and exceptional, but to witness them acting casual with those abilities was immensely fascinating and something he did not miss in his observations.

> Jaina: Then what do I do?

> Aaron: i want you to use diffusion to follow her. Only follow. Work together as jaina and white rabbit.

> Jaina: That's risky.

> Aaron: Obviously. I'm not asking you to trail an ordinary person. This is an important mission.

> Jaina: I understand. I will do as you ask.

Aaron put his phone away. To think he could order her like this even over text. His hypnosis was indeed powerful.

***

"Good night."

A reply came in the form of a murmur. Chuckling, he closed the door to Chloe's room. With the arrival of midnight, she dozed off while watching TV and fell on his lap. He carefully carried her to her room.

'Her room. Ha. Before it was just a guest room for no actual guests.'

Chloe was a heavy sleeper. From the second her eyelids closed, she would remain in a comatose state for twelve straight hours–from midnight to noon.

He locked the doors. 'Twelve hours.' He double-checked that everything was locked as he got dressed. A thick trench coat hovering down his ankles and the same Colombina half-mask he used to infiltrate the Iceberg Lounge. He successfully managed to make himself look like a vigilante.

'I prefer not to go out as a pretend-vigilante but unfortunately I have no choice. Plus, it's Catwoman. I kinda want to see her skintight leather outfit.' He warmed up with a few leg stretches. 'God, I can already feel myself getting tired.' Psychologically, not physically. 'Oh well.'

Jaina and White Rabbit had successfully trailed Selina to her apartment and then discovered her leaving for an excursion. Jaina was updating him with every passing minute. Because Jaina and White Rabbit could send telepathic messages to one another, her messages were fresh and accurate. The Indian woman sat at a nearby coffee shop as her superpowered thief counterpart chased Catwoman from a distance.

Where was she heading? Jaina suspected one location.

> Jaina: S.T.A.R Labs.

> Jaina: Gotham's STAR Labs specializes in weaponry.

> Jaina: It's run by a friend of mine, Harrison Wells. The security isn't very good. I was able to go in, steal, and sell the weapons for millions without a speck of suspicion.

Aaron stared at the screen blankly. Of course Jaina had already stolen stuff from there.

> Jaina: Catwoman is opening a window at the back. The security below don't notice.

> Jaina: She's in. Should we follow?

> Aaron: no. im almost there. Just keep watch over what happens.

> Jaina: Understood.

He was already on his way there. He had a taxi drive him a little over two-thirds of the distance before taking to the streets.

He didn't want to leave Chloe by herself. He really didn't. But he had to confront Catwoman. His plans would run smoother if he could manipulate her.

S.T.A.R Labs was like every building in Gotham: dark, moody, and surrounded with carbon smoke. Since it was located in the district of Otisburg, the primary corporate engine of Gotham, the number of homeless and shady people was noticeably less. If anything, Aaron was the single most suspicious person traversing the sidewalks, forcing him to take to the alleyways.

However, he reached a limit. Security. As expected of a global company, there must have been at least a dozen security guards in and out the research facility. The barrier gate was protected by three guards besides the one in the box. He walked past them casually, without alerting them.

He spotted cameras at the front of the building. It was like Wayne Tech, essentially. Unless you had supreme firepower like Poison Ivy or were a stealth expert like Cassandra, then there was no way to sneak inside.

'Catwoman is already inside and Jaina mentioned a window at the back that she opened. Knowing Catwoman, she probably chose a place with no cameras. A relatively safe place.'

The corporate building sitting next to S.T.A.R Labs was separated enough so that neither could connect or interfere with each other's properties. Climbing up the pipes and windows and getting on to the roof, the frustrating fact made him reconsider his position again. Forty feet of space, Aaron estimated, too far a distance to leap to. Not to mention this neighbouring building was only four floors high. Three-fourths the height of S.T.A.R Labs.

'How did Catwoman get inside then?'

Right, left, and behind. All the buildings in those places in relation to S.T.A.R Labs couldn't reach the facility. In fact, Aaron couldn't see the open window Jaina had mentioned at all. He leaped from rooftop to rooftop until he was at the store behind S.T.A.R Labs. There was a massive electrical fence dividing the two locations.

As for the window, he finally found it. All the way up, up, up, on the sixth floor. An missing pane of glass amongst the hundreds. From his perspective, it was an impossible distance. There was already forty feet and a fence between them. Now there was altitude!?

'The store is barely three storeys high. How the hell did she make it…?' Five seconds passed. Aaron nearly face-palmed. 'A grappling hook. That's probably what she used. Duh. Of course.'

Was that it? Was the operation a bust simply because he didn't have a grappling hook? He preferred stealth over fighting. Not only was there less attention involved but there would be no record of him either. No chance for someone like Amanda Waller to discover him.

Below, past the fence, he saw security guards. Talking and complaining like the guards at his workplace. Typical. They definitely wouldn't notice a shadow leaping over them or grappling across.

'Forty feet. Forty feet…is there something to grab at least?'

Upon a third look, he found it. A ledge hidden by the darkness of the night. His heart rate accelerated. The edge was halfway to his goal but that was okay. It was progress regardless.

'Forty feet, forty feet…'

Okay, repeating it in his head didn't make it sound better. Still, it was an estimate, the distance could be a little less (or a little more). Nevertheless, he had to try. He had come too far to back down.

He was already warmed up. His blood was rushing through his veins. The adrenaline pumped his muscles.

He had done long jumping once in high school. His record was twenty feet. His gym instructor at the time told him to get into track and field. He declined at the time, but now he was starting to regret not taking up the offer.

Technique. That was what mattered most. Physically, he was fine. Every woman he had met, superhero or otherwise, stated he was a perfect specimen of a man. Gifted by God with his lean body and his big cock.

The run and final two strides. He recalled in a video on Tiktok that those were the two most important steps. So that was what he did. He went to one end of the rooftop and sprinted to the other. The wind must have been on his side because he could feel it carry him and his legs further. Faster.

At the last strides he made an effort to lower his centre of gravity. Then, at the absolute final step, he swung it back up so that when he finally launched off his feet, he did so with the added weight of his own momentum as well as the wind.

The takeoff was truly unbelievable. He could feel the wind around him whipping his hood back. He flung his legs forward to become airborne. He threw his hands forward.

Aaron Reigner flew.

And he made it.

There was no need to grab the ledge because his feet had already landed on it. It was a miracle. He panted, breathing in and out, thrilled and exhilarated from the long jump. He felt superhuman.

'Let's not get ahead of ourselves,' Aaron told himself. He couldn't help the smile behind his mask, however. 'I still need to climb to the sixth floor.'

The glass surface he was pressed to was flat and unclimbable. The edges, however, were different, having slabs of stone at leapable intervals. It wasn't easy. There wasn't much space to wiggle around but with patience and concentrated leg-strength he made his way up.

'I feel like I'm in Assassin's Creed.' Aaron snickered silently in the night. They were fun games, in spite of the flaws of the recent instalments. He should introduce Chloe to the series soon.

Eventually, he climbed through the open window and hopped inside the building. It was pitch black. No lights above, no lamps, nothing. Aaron turned on his phone and used the light to reveal his surroundings.

It was a massive garden. As if Poison Ivy herself had visited, there were long overgrown plants, vines, and flowers. There were a few glass contaminants holding piranhas and strange dangerous-looking plants.

At the back, there was an elevator. He briefly checked the floor. According to the buttons, there were four additional containment levels below ground.

'This is S.T.A.R Labs. They probably have experimental technology there. Jaina did say it was largely a weapons facility.'

However, there was the question in his mind: where was Catwoman? She wasn't in the garden. It was large but not enough to hide from his senses.

'She must have gone underground. But where? Which floor?'

He could go one-by-one but there was a chance he could miss her. His only option, therefore, was to wait. Her exit was on this floor. It made no sense for her to leave any other way.

He checked the corners of the room. There were cameras but they were all deactivated. It was Catwoman's doing, no doubt. There weren't any guards in the area either. Catwoman had chosen this point of entry for a reason, it seemed.

Aaron waited. Given her skills, it wouldn't be a long wait.

And he was correct.

Thirty seconds later and a silky woman in a black-skin outfit walked out the elevator. She had a hell of a sway in her hips as well as a cheeky smile.

From the shadows, Aaron directed his phone's light at her. Like a deer caught in a car's light, she froze.

Aaron let out a smooth breath of air.

Selina was one thing but Catwoman? She was fine as fuck. Her leather costume wrapped around her figure in just the right places. Her flared hips, her cleavage, her slim waist. If there was a woman who exemplified an hourglass figure, it was Catwoman. She was so sexy that Aaron paused to take in her curves.

A duffel bag hung on her left shoulder. Whatever was inside the bag must have been stolen.

"Looks like the cat is out of the bag," Catwoman began. The lenses of her goggles changed in shape as it sought to see through the light disrupting her vision. "Is it security? ARGUS? Bats?"

"None of the above," Aaron replied, turning off his phone. He changed the timbre of his voice slightly so that she wouldn't recognize him.

"Hmm…I have no idea who you are, but you messed with the wrong thief." She smirked, red lips curling upwards, and then grabbed the zipper on her costume's collar.

Ziiiiip!

She pulled it down, nice and slow, until her breasts were exposed. She leaned forward, arching her spine, as her zipper went down, down, down, exposing her supple body. Aaron was taken aback.

'Why…is she stripping?'

Her hoop-shaped zipper slid down till just above her crotch, exposing her navel. She reached into the inside of her hip and pulled out a whip. Her ass raised high, fingers touching the floor, she launched at him. Stunned by her little strip dance, he was unable to respond with all his might.

Against an ordinary person, the first strike would have ended it.

Aaron was no ordinary man.

Her whip came down on him and his synapses activated. He dodged by the skin of his teeth and adrenaline pumped him to do it again. Somehow, through sheer instincts, he was granted the ability to dodge each and every one of her lashings. He wasn't wearing protective armour nor was he experienced against a weapon of this flexibility. He relied solely on his five senses to guide him.

"Ooh~!" Slash! Her whip hit the floor, missing him by an inch. "You're good!"

Her encouragement was nothing more than taunting. She wasn't surprised or shocked. She went up against Batman on the regular. Aaron wasn't special for dodging her attacks.

While he largely couldn't see due to the darkness of the building, Catwoman had no such problems. With her night vision goggles, she could see and act in accordance to her whims. Her whip came down on him over and over again as she flicked her wrist to redirect its mark. It felt like three different whips were coming at him.

Aaron listened to the change in air. He used his feet. He moved.

Catwoman couldn't touch him.

"My, oh my! You're no feline. No, you're a stallion! Mm, I'll need to change things up," Catwoman said, voice low and sultry. This was a part of her strategy to throw him off, to catch him by surprise, because in spite of her words she continued attacking him with elaborate lashings. The writing was on the wall, however. There was no touching Aaron with her whip. His instincts were too sharp.

Once it struck her that long-distance attacks with her whip would not be enough, she switched to her true speciality: close-quarter combat. She dropped the duffel bag and exploded at him in a burst of speed, like a cheetah pouncing on its prey.

He avoided her fist and he could feel the tremor of surprise in her body movements. Then, she extended her claws out and slashed at him. He ducked and weaved her claws, finding her movements easy to see through. He grabbed her by the wrist and stopped her completely.

"We should talk," Aaron said. That was the only reason he was here, after all: to talk to her. He had no interest in Catwoman besides giving her his thoughts.

"No thanks!" Catwoman attempted to knee him in the crotch. Aaron blocked it with his own knee but that gave her the space to escape his grip.

Catwoman sent several lightning-fast jabs. She was good. Very, very good. Without the duffel bag hampering her left shoulder, Aaron could only dodge and weave, unable to push his arms for a counterattack.

He was forced to move as they engaged in hand to hand combat. Walking back slowly as she overwhelmed him with a mixture of punches, elbows, and claws. It was like watching two masters at work. A man and a woman acting in perfect harmony. It was graceful, not at all barbaric like most fights. Swift and soundless as the night.

'Left, right, step back–'

Her claw nicked his mask.

'Crap,' he thought. He wanted to strike back but she was too fast. He could see the smirk spread across her lips. On the outside, of course, he made no show of a disadvantage.

While she was clearly more skilled than him and perhaps a step faster, Aaron was stronger, focused, and twice as durable. Her momentum could be stopped as soon as he came close and feigned a counterattack. The darkness was also hindering his movements. If only he could see…

He stepped back thrice, gaining distance. Catwoman paused and glanced at the open window. It was her escape route and it was close. Too close. That was the moment it dawned on him. Her intention the whole time–it was to create space and run away. Her hands disappeared to touch her grappling hook. In an instant, she was on the ultra-thin edge of the window, her dump truck of an ass sticking out towards him. The shiny black leather backside did wonders for her figure.

Catwoman twisted back and blew him a kiss.

"Next time, kitty~"

With another swift use of her grappling hook, the duffel bag returned to her.

That was her mistake–retrieving the bag and turning around to gloat. In that stretch of time, he was able to run up and reach the window. Her grappling hook made a sound as she jumped off but he was able to grab her ankle in the nick of time to join her as she flew up to the rooftop on the left.

Catwoman clicked her tongue and glanced at him, annoyed. The two of them went up and up and up as the grappling hook hurled their combined weight forward. Her plan to smoothly climb the ledge and reach the rooftop was thwarted as he kept a firm hold on her ankle.

"It's not nice to play rough," Catwoman snapped, kicking her feet down at him. His head jerked to the sides as he avoided her desperate kicks. They crashed into the brick wall as the grappling hook reached its end.

Despite his weight, she was able to climb up to the roof, carrying him with her. The effort put a strain on her and she paused to catch her breath. Aaron stood behind her, waiting, his hands in his pockets.

"I don't mind men who initiate," Catwoman said, taking two steps back, ready to make her escape through the neighbouring rooftops. "But unfortunately, I have places to be."

With the light of the moon and the Bat Signal in the night sky, he could see her clearly. Sexy, slim, yet shapely, her side-boobs bare. Again, it was mesmerizing to look her up and down. Every inch of here was tantalizing.

"No, you don't," Aaron replied. Casually, the duffel bag dangled from his palm. Catwoman went wide-eyed. "You want this, right?"

He wondered what was inside but couldn't think for long as Catwoman sprinted at him. Like a predator protecting its newborn child, her claws slashed at his mask and then aimed to grab the bag. Too predictable. Now that he knew her focus was solely on the bag, he could easily telegraph her movements and avoid them accordingly.

"We should talk," Aaron said, echoing his words once more. He stepped back, ducked and weaved, blocked and stopped. She was supremely fast. His eyes were shifting everywhere, all at once, as it seemed like she came from seven different directions. With the night in the sky, he could see better than ever.

Bam!

His back suddenly hit a wall. He briefly glanced back and found it was the entrance. With finality, Catwoman's claws struck the piece of the door to the side of his ear. The bag stayed in his left hand, however.

"Looks like we're evenly matched," Catwoman said, panting slightly. A smile spread across her face, warm breath tickling his neck, as she came close. He tilted his head down to look down at her. Her knee went up to his crotch. "I haven't had this much fun in a while. What's your name, kitty?"

She didn't want to kill him. Good. That reaffirmed his suspicions. "..."

"Don't want to talk now?" Catwoman pouted as her knee massaged his crotch. Suddenly, surprise overtook her gorgeous features and she glanced down. Her eyes flickered between his masked face and his nether regions. "Is that a bat in your pants?"

Aaron's lips twitched in amusement. This wasn't a particularly arousing situation but since his pants lacked armour she could feel his flaccid cock through the fabric. The nine inches of thick, raw meat that surpassed her old lover's hardest erection by leaps and bounds. And comparing them in their flaccid states was just plain pitiful. From her brief touch, she could tell Aaron was magnitudes above Bruce Wayne in the manhood department. It was staggering how different it felt. It was…

"Huh…"

…electrifying.

Behind her goggles was pure bewilderment. 'This guy is fucking massive,' he could hear her exclaim in her head. Catwoman forced a smile but he sensed the way she tingled and anticipated something else. From an outside perspective, Catwoman had done a wall slam on him. Between the two of them, however, there was a stronger type of tension.

"Very interesting." Catwoman decided to pull her night vision goggles up on her forehead. The thrilled green eyes of Selina Kyle stared back at him. "So, Colombina stallion, what do you want? What was so important that you had to chase a girl down like this?"

"For this."

He let go of the bag, leaned down, and kissed her. Her eyes went wide at the soft sensation but could feel herself growing hot and thirsty. Their kiss was intense and Selina very quickly wrapped a hand behind his head. Aaron was shorter than her old lover by two inches and the kiss was easier to deepen.

She was like a cat in heat and exchanged saliva with him impulsively. His half-mask did not cover his lower face and their lips smashed greedily.

Her chest pressed his, half leather and half flesh. He couldn't believe her costume had a zipper that seductive, that divulging, able to go so far down he could almost see the slit of her cunt.

Aaron shoved a hand in there. At the sides was her whip and he very swiftly brought it out and tossed it to the side. Selina didn't care. She was too busy making out with him to notice, single leg lifted as she leaned into him.

He pressed her slit, lightly teasing it, and he could feel her warm up. She pulled back, breathing heavily, green eyes misty from the hypnosis.

"Wh…what the hell did you do to me?" she asked. Aaron expected as much. His hypnosis was powerful but not infallible. Those with sufficient will powers, like Hadiyah and Selina, could resist for a brief time.

His middle finger snapped into her wet cunt. In spite of her words and rampant mental state, her body spoke otherwise. She squirmed as he put in another finger.

"What an outfit, Selina Kyle," Aaron whispered in her ear. His confidence was rising. His libido spiked and his morals went mush. "Perfect to finger a whore, wouldn't you say?"

"Mmmmh! Yes…" Selina moaned. "Mmm…."

She made several faces as he finger-fucked her. His nails were simply dripping by the end. It was like a waterfall of infinite horniness. Her knees buckled as he tinkered with her inside, rolling his fingers like an inspector, finding what did and didn't entice a reaction out of her. Aaron maintained eye contact with her, watching her cheeks flush and her throat twitch at the flick of his digits.

"Ooh, you're good! Very, veeery good~"

Selina's reactions gave him life and exhilaration. He planted another kiss on her lips, slipping in his saliva, and continued his motions. Selina was like a kitten under his touch, melting as he used his other hand to caress her cheek.

"Ah! Ooh…" Selina licked her lips as she snuggled against the palm of his hand. Subtly, she removed her clawed gloves, revealing her soft hands. "Excellent…you're very good…"

Her hand slithered down his slacks. Her eyes went wide again as she felt his thickness and length, going down, down, down till she reached the end. Selina whimpered, moist at the mere mental image of his manhood.

Aaron released her from his fingers and went back to pleasing her with his tongue. They weren't just making out, no, they were devouring each other. The taste of strawberries stayed on his lips. Her perfume melded with his own odour.

Selina pumped his limp cock, getting it to twitch and writhe. Aaron bit his lip as she overwhelmed him for a moment. Her nails were long and he could feel lightly grazing his thigh. She pulled out, sensually unzipping his pants as she made eye contact with him.

"Masks on, hm?"

"No," Aaron replied, heaving. His hands groped her breasts, pinching her nipples and rubbing them with his thumb. A shaky breath escaped Selina and a tingle went down her spine. Her head pointing up to the sky, allowing Aaron to kiss her neck. "You need to get out of this…"

"Greedy little boy, aren't you," she muttered, husky. Because of the unzipped state of her costume, she was able to step out of it while fiercely making out with him. Her figure was close to being S-shaped, her breasts standing at attention. It was fascinating how she stood perfectly upright and still had a heart-shaped ass thrusting out behind her. He groped her rump, making sure to get a handful of the bountiful flesh.

"I don't do this for just anyone," Selina said, a smirk spreading cheek-to-cheek. "I'm making a great exception for you, masked stallion~"

'Jesus…!' His fingers felt like melting into it. Her tits which he suspected were D-cups pressed wonderfully against him. They melted against the wall, kissing and switching positions and the balance of power, reclining down on the wall till they were sat. Selina on his lap, her red lips hanging onto his and drinking his saliva.

A small trail connected them as they broke apart. A breath. A stare.

Selina Kyle knew what to do.

She slowly slithered back, head close to the bulge protruding from his crotch, and smirked as she pulled his pants down. Kicking them away, he was left in his boxers which looked about ready to tear apart. Selina came close and smelled the pre-cum.

"Mm…" The nightly wind blew her hair. "Doesn't the cold affect the big guy?"

Her index finger trailed down the trail of pre-cum. Going down, down till it reached the end of his boxers. Because of its thickness, it lifted his boxers to the point where you could see it. Licking her lips in anticipation, she grabbed the waistband and flung it down.

Thwap!

His cock slapped her in the face as it bounced out. Semi-flaccid, twice as thick and long as her previous lover, and almost towering her head. Her throat went dry and her eyes became as wide as saucers.

"W-wow." Selina breathed heavily. "Ha…what a monster. If you had come swinging with this bat from the start, there would have been no need for a fight. I'd have fucked you on the spot."

She followed her comment up by opening her mouth, saliva foaming, and engulfing his cockhead. Aaron put a hand on her head, stroking her short black hair as she pumped his cock while deepthroating it. She went far, far down, much further than Aaron had anticipated, before pulling back up. One hand dove to her sopping wet finger and she pleasured herself while her lips stretched around his girth.

Groans and heated noises of bliss escaped him. Selina…he had underestimated her.

'Fuck…'

He groaned, his thumb caressing her scalp. Leaning against the wall in the dead of night as this sexy, seductive vigilante gave him the blowjob of the lifetime. Aaron felt truly blessed experiencing her handiwork. His cock had never felt something so soft pump it, despite its rigid grip. Her movements were smooth and polished, like she had done this a thousand times before. It possessed finesse and experience the ladies in the past lacked.

She suckled on the head like a vacuum, cheeks narrowing. She didn't let a sliver of pre-cum escape her. He could feel the heat pour in his nether regions. His throat hitched as she simultaneously gripped the base of his length.

"You're amazing," Aaron praised.

Selina took the moment to pull out, smirk, and reply, "I know, babe," before plunging her throat back in. She was relentless. Talented like Cassandra but experienced like Vicki. A harrowing combination that sent Aaron's brain into an uncontrollable mess. As the man above her sighed and responded, Selina became invigorated.

Never had she seen a dick of this calibre–of this size. It was a test in her gleaming emerald eyes, a chance to challenge something greater and to push her old limits with the almighty Batman.

"Mmp! Mm! Mph!"

Selina struggled and worked his shaft. There were so many inches that even her non-existent gag reflex mysteriously crept back up. Again, she had never been something so hard and robust and long.

Her relationship with Batman was very much like this in the beginning. Thrilling, electrifying, arduous, and bold, something she could look forward to as well as look back on. She was a free woman, sleeping with those she was interested in irregardless of their gender. She had experimented with Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn once, and recently left a relationship with the former League of Assassins member, Valmont. Frankly? She was happy with that.

She liked being impulsive as she fucked or got fucked by a taboo individual. She loved the thrill and the taste of cock in her mouth.

"Good girl," Aaron praised, caressing her head. His voice was lighter than Bruce's but somehow just as demanding and powerful. There was a timbre and sense of confidence that rivalled the Dark Knight.

Over the years, as she and Batman grew closer, as she learned of his secret identity, she changed. At the start of her thieving career, Selina cared only for herself and those that she loved. That had been her philosophy; to never get involved more than she had to. But with her admittedly deep romantic ties with him, as Gotham became twisted and she bonded with the Bat Family, she changed. She started to care.

She was no mere thief. She was a hero. An ally. Someone who helped.

She almost got married too. She almost considered spending the rest of her life with Bruce–limiting herself to a single four and a half inch penis. Bruce was fine, slightly below average, skilled and passionate and tender in all the ways that mattered. But did she really want that? To condemn herself to a mediocre dick? To give blowjobs to a pecker that couldn't tickle the back of her throat or kiss her womb?

Thinking about it, Selina dragged two more inches of his cock and received her answer. Her eyes went wide, wondering just how much was left of this mysterious man. Just how good he could feel inside her throat. If this had been Bruce's penis, if he had been this blessed, she wouldn't have wasted a second marrying him. Instead, she hesitated. She reconsidered. She thought twice about the wedding and being a potential wife.

Her final decision, as she later discovered, had been manipulated by Bane through her best friend, Holly, and the Joker, because it was Gotham and nothing was so simple. Bruce's choice to marry her was also secretly influenced by Bane as he had placed Gotham Girl under his control and used her as an instrument to communicate and convince Bruce to propose. It wasn't just Gotham Girl, however. The Joker, the Riddler, Hugo Strange, and even an alternate version of Thomas Wayne. So many influential villains and heroes in the city were in cohorts with Bane. The City of Bane, they called it. Selina got back together with Bruce to defeat Bane and the alternate version of Bruce's father. It was a huge mess. Regardless, she left him at the altar. She broke up with him. She decided to move on.

And now Selina was deepthroating a cock three times his size. Reaching the back of her throat and then some, driving in so deep she forgot whether Bruce had ever used her mouth in the first place.

Tears leaked, stark evidence of her overwhelming enjoyment. Her mascara blackened her eyes. She had never this sopping wet in her entire fucking life.

"Faa…" Her mouth released itself from his meaty cock, allowing the hard slab of flesh to loom over her. Her tongue tapped at his ballsack, hands on his thighs, face forward and nose soaking up the manly smell.

They made eye-contact. A large bead of cum formed on his tip, broke, and trailed down a vein of his shaft.

Positions were altered. Aaron lay on the cold, barren floor while Selina climbed on top of him. His cock, tall and proud, pulsated despite the rush of cold wind. Selina licked her lips and a long nail gently slid down it. Her delicious pussy faced him, ready to be eaten.

"You make me feel so slutty…" Selina said, tongue swirling her lips. "I can't wait to taste you. I want to swallow you whole."

As one, they gave each other oral. Aaron spread her pussy with his fingers and seamlessly traced her vulva with his wet tongue. Selina shuddered and arched her back, rump ass attaching itself to him. Two fingers pried her cunt wide as he ate her out.

"Y-your dick feels so nice. I can't wait to see you cum. Mmph!" Selina mewled, trembling under his touches and strokes. Her clit wasn't spared as he used a thumb to circle it. Her juices sprayed as he skillfully and swiftly brought her to the cusp of release.

Aaron's ministrations were interrupted as he felt a wonderful sensation tingling down his legs. The double hand twist was no joke and Selina didn't need to gargle on his dick to extract strong responses from him. Twitching, shuddering, the advantage switched to the hourglass woman who spared him no mercy.

"You like this, don't you?" Selina asked. "Hehe~! I love feeling you get so hard in my hands. I want to feel your cum on me."

His mouth stopped. Selina continued with a wide smirk on her face. Her hands were fast and despite a one-handed grip failing to connect the fingers, a tight two-handed grip did. Then, she alternated hands, stroking it swiftly and without reservation. The wet sound of flesh echoed through the night.

"Tell me how much you enjoy this handjob, stallion."

Forget a two handler. Forget a three handler. This cock…it required four hands to capture. It was thick, it was really fucking long, and the tip was just mind-numbingly burly. Spurred on by the challenge, she quadrupled her efforts.

"No response? What about this then, hm?" Selina asked, suckling on his tip. A groan. "Or this?" Her tongue wetted his urethra, mixing his pre-cum with her saliva. The urge to serve him was strong and overwhelming and it superseded her own pleasure. "Mm. Good boy." She massaged his balls and was pleasantly surprised to find how much she could knead it. Where most men like Bruce were like walnuts, Aaron's testes were identical to her fists, large and oval-shaped.

Her hands caressed the sensitive orbs as her lips sucked on his cock. Her penetrating gaze peered down at his ballsack and her diligent work.

Groan after groan rumbled from his throat. She wasn't just good–no, she was godly. 'Fuck, did Batman teach her this?' His breath was left shaky, his mouth frozen by the onslaught of ecstasy. 'Why the hell would anyone want to let her go? Good god…!'

"Ngh!" Aaron pulled himself together. With a deep breath, he began lashing her cunt with his tongue. He swirled in circles and spelled the alphabet. He teased her clitoris with her thumb and followed it up by drawing the shape of her pussylips with his index fingers.

Selina shivered. The cold temperature dissipated under their heat and passion.

Tensions rose. Tongues swished and flicked. His cock pulsated. Her cunt throbbed.

The pressure of an intense climax to them. Working as one, his cock in her mouth, his face buried in her pussy, their competitive vigour preventing either from announcing it, they came.

Her womanly juices splashed his lips, giving him a taste as to what was to come. He lapped it up as his lower regions absorbed all the energy in his body, using it as a conduit for spiritual release. It was like his mind and body melted, and all he could do was drink up her pussy.

Selina, thrown off by her orgasm, howled into the night. A sound between glee and desperation as the blissful release sent her into the heavens, granting her a moment of ascension. But her body was facing the single thing it wanted more than an orgasm: Aaron's thick essence. Desperate, weak, and uncontrollably eager, she swallowed. One, two, three spurts and she failed miserably. Her mouth dripped with his baby batter. Her cunt ached as she watched it spew into the air.

His big fat dong released thick wads of cum like a malfunctioning hose. It was so much different from Bruce and Valmont's loads that she could only stare in wonder and astonishment. Admiration and thirst. Want and need. Her pupils witnessed its end and she ached for more. He had shown her the greatest male ejaculation in her lifetime and he was still as rigid as steel. Instead of hunching over and calling it quits, this stallion of a man could continue like nothing happened.

With age and injuries, Bruce's ability to remain hard after an intense climax had diminished. Even after being doused in Dionesium and having his body restored to its youth, the injuries started to stack up again. Then there was his single-minded determination for the "mission". With his new body, rather than put his efforts into sex and love, he put it all into retraining himself. As a result, his sex drive continued to plummet.

At the time, Selina didn't mind as she enjoyed the warm, intimate side of their sessions. The aggression from Batman and Catwoman would pop in here and there but it wasn't common. Rather, they basked in each other's smells, sweat, and fluids. The tender love they shared was enough.

"Kitty likey…" she purred.

That was back then, she rationalized. Right now, Selina much preferred the massive cock in front of her which was twitchy and lively and only grew hungrier after a climax. To put them in the same category was insulting. Whether it was length, width, the purity of cum or its taste, Bruce was the lesser man. Perhaps the sole category he excelled in was his muscles which in her opinion was overrated anyway. Bulging muscles were disgusting to look at, especially during sex. She preferred the smooth, lean athleticism of this masked stallion. It was sexier to gaze upon. The obliques, the slutty torso, the aesthetic…so, so hot. So much hotter. Her cunt was utterly snatched in its honey.

The Colombina masked man was strong and virile in ways the Dark Knight could never be. Bigger in all the ways that mattered. No amount of training could make up for his god-given talent, stamina, and sex drive. Selina coiled over, however, as she felt a familiar pleasure at her entrance.

"O-oh! Ah~!" Her face exploded into ecstasy. His tongue. His fucking tongue. She thought the greatest detective in the world was phenomenal at eating pussy but this man…he was better. Way, way better. "W-wait! Y-you–! Masked–! Stallion–! Mmph!"

'Oh, right.' Once the climax shook her body, his tongue retreated. She didn't know his name. That was a little weird, truth be told. He listened as Selina panted and wailed, recovering from the massive orgasm. Her legs looked so vulnerable and supple and he grabbed them without thinking.

He forcibly used them to bring Selina's pussy closer, mushing it to his lips. The thief's breath was stolen from her, her mind undergoing another wave of ecstasy. Once again, Selina slumped over, wailing and panting. He was so fast, so skilled, so wet and warm that she somehow felt another climax creep up on her. His tongue was a flexible tool of unbearable proportions. It outlined the shape of her pussylips and nudged parts of her insides that she never thought could be touched.

A sigh of relief exited her as her systems trembled. Her orgasm passed and she squirted, drenching his mask.

A beat passed. As if reading each other's minds, they shifted. Her legs were wobbly and her heart hammered against her ribs as she placed her hands against the wall of the outbuilding. She tempted him with a shake of her booty and then used a hand to spread it for him. Her eyes were locked with his throbbing cock, so hard, so long, and so, so addicting to look at. Its size, its aesthetic, everything about it was flawless, from the sloping pre-cum to the low hanging fruits.

"Baby, you're making me so wet." Selina huffed huskily. "I want you deeeeeep inside me…"

She groaned at length as she felt him enter her folds. She couldn't emphasize just how different it was from her previous lovers. Where they felt like two fingers sliding in, this masked stallion was a hot and alive mega-sized dildo. Something that she could truly feel adjusting her and sending her to another realm.

Her throat continued groaning and sounding calls of delight. Her eyes rolled back as he hilted himself inside her completely, all those precious inches showing her how much she's missed.

He rocked back and forth, steady and calm as a snail. Her walls took the shape of his dong regardless, as if it didn't need speed or aggression or passion to do what the previous men in her life did. It was a gradual build and the moans were quiet and slow. Her core felt hot and full as he continued kissing her womb and sending chills down her spine.

"F-faster!" Selina begged, biting the bottom of her lip. She lurched her hips back and attempted to get him to reciprocate her pace. If it wasn't for how full she would, she would plow herself against him. But she couldn't. Her mind was as dumb as bricks as she felt his fat cock. "Please! Faster! Faster–!"

Her pathetic request was cut off by the sound of her own climax. Selina moaned loud enough to echo into the night and she flushed at how loose she was becoming. When she wanted something, when she spoke or teased a man, it was of her own volition. Never had she succumbed to her feelings like this. Never.

"Right there! Right there! Keep fucking me like that! Harder! Harder! Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't take away your big fat cock! Keep fucking my womb!"

Aaron was too enthralled by the shape of her ass to care. Her left and right cheeks were superbly supple and sphericable. His left hand retreated back and then slapped her left booty cheek. The recoil was fucking hypnotizing.

'There's a reason doggy is my favourite,' he said to himself. Her heart-shaped ass stilled as Selina shifted and recovered from the spank. He gave another two spanks, causing her to coo and beg, until he decided it was enough. His fingers slipped onto her waist, held tight, and then lurched back inside her. It was a thrust of such ferocity and speed that it took Selina several seconds to register it. The feeling of his cock in her deepest regions–rearranging her guts.

"Ohhoohnnn! My fucking god! Keep fucking me like that! Keep fucking me! I love it! Your raw cock! I love it!" She let out a noise between a gasp and a moan. "I'm cumming! Your raw cock's making me cum! Oooohhn!"

The coos and moans turned to praise and noncoherent blabbering. Primal noises straight from the soul, her heart pumping as she felt his cock drive into her like a train.

Pause.

Selina's chest heaved. Her heart thumped so loud she could hear it in her eardrums. She could feel her ass cheeks spreading–

"Haah, haa, w-wait–!"

He plunged into her anal hole.

His member slid like a rocking ship and plummeted the depths of her ass hole. Selina had never, ever felt anything remotely like this. Anal wasn't new to her but this…this sheer size and weight and heat was. The clap of a hefty ballsack. It was alien to her.

Aaron didn't have to ask if it felt good, because it did and she let him know before he could utter a word. "So! Fuck! FUCK! BIG! DEEP! You're, ah, ah, fucking my—asshole!"

He smirked and decided to make a game out of it. He pulled his long, meaty cock out and went right back into her cunt. The way her folds tightened, the sounds of her hole opening and closing, was music to his ears. He destroyed her cunts for a few minutes before going back to her asshole. The shift from grunts to moans was tantalizing.

He wanted to keep doing it. So he did. He alternated between her pussy and asshole, making sure to fill each up like he was pouring a simple water bottle. Aaron did it so casually, so swiftly and cunningly, that Selina could help but slobber on the addicting sensation on his cock. Her body was racked with orgasms, squirting and coming close to pissing herself.

"Just like that! Yes, yes, yes! Yesyesyes! I love being your anal slut! I love it when you fuck my ass! I love it when you fuck my pussy! I love it when you make me your cum hole! I love it when your dick stretches me out!"

It was an ethereal experience being used like this. It wasn't rough, it just…was. This was where she belonged, Selina realized, under the mercy of a big, fat cock.

"I love it! I love it! I'm cumming so hard! I can't control myself! I-I just can't stop cumming!"

All her holes were his.

Switching from anal to pussy, it was clear she could never go back to Bruce or any other cock. She needed this. This stallion who could make her holes gape and flutter. Her ass getting slapped by his beefy balls.

The guards at S.T.A.R Labs must have heard the sounds. The echoes of her moans. The claps of his balls slapping her over and over and over again. Given Selina's visceral voice, they knew exactly what was going on and they couldn't do a damn thing about it. In fact, they probably chalked it up to some horny alleyway couple and not a duo of vigilantes fucking on a nearby rooftop after stealing from them.

Suddenly, Aaron stopped and pulled out. There was a gasp and a whine from the desperate woman but Aaron told her to quiet down. There were footsteps emerging from the staircase inside the outbuilding. In spite of her pathetic panting, Selina managed to hear it too. Footsteps and voices, two of them.

The two of them crept to the back very, very slowly as the door swung open and peaked at them by the corner. Selina had managed to grab her costume and the duffel bag, and Aaron his pants. Two figures entered the rooftop, gazing forward and away from them.

Despite the mist of lust and the tense cold, Aaron immediately recognized the figures. Their trench coats fluttered in the wind and their voices rose to life.

"Your divination said to come here but I don't see anything."

"Patience."

"Josie, I'm glad you told me about your powers but seriously. I don't think this will help with the investigation."

"I told you to trust me, Melody."

"...fine."

'Josie?' Those dreads tied into a high-ponytail, that deep, dark brown complexion, and metahuman powers? 'It's Detective Josie Mac. One of the detectives I fucked from the hospital.'

The ambitious and eager behaviour was familiar as well. It must have been Detective Melody McKenna. His head peeking from the corner, he could see the Eastern African woman, her ebony complexion stark and low-ponytail ruffling his memories.

'Detective Josie Mac and Detective Melody McKenna. Why are they here?'

"C'mon stallion…" Selina purred and had her stomach rub against his cock. While he was trying to get a better look, she was up against him and begging for attention like some stanky whore. "Are you really going to choose them over me?"

Aaron twitched as he felt her hot, tempting presence. Even so, he managed to listen in on their conversation.

"I heard some people saying there were voices."

"I believe that was just a couple having sex."

"Pardon me if I don't trust your divination but…why are we here then?"

"I just saw this place in my visions. Trust me, it has to be important."

They waited. They watched S.T.A.R Labs which was an impossible leap away. The detectives continued talking.

And Selina wouldn't stop stroking his dick.

"Aw," Selina whispered in his ear, "don't you want another round of this, baby? They don't have to find out…I can be quiet…"

The devious thief's work was beautiful and subtle, the dangerous magnum weapon like a giant tickled by a feather.

As much as he wanted her to just shut the fuck, a part of him was admittedly turned on by the situation. Aaron didn't think he was into voyeurism but right now, rubbing his member alongside her taut abdomen, it felt right. Fucking her while knowing they might get caught?

His fingers grasped her hips and entered her before he knew it. Her folds stretched around his girth and her neck released a small gasp. If it wasn't for the buzz of the city, the detectives no doubt would have heard. However, luck was on the side of the stallion and the cat.

Aaron moved slowly while nibbling on her ear. With each inch, he kissed her, from her cheeks down to her neck. He suckled as he got to her nape and made sure to plant a hickey.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Selina muttered in sync with his thrusts. "You're so good, fuck–!"

He made sure his balls didn't slap her too hard. Even so, he was impressed. She was adapting splendidly, not to mention his hypnosis hadn't completely settled in. Her willpower was unparalleled–or perhaps it was her lust protecting her. Selina was obviously a horny but lonely woman needing attention.

"Tch. Are you sure we're going to find someone?"

Detective McKenna's frustration sent chills up his spine. He could feel Selina tightening, her sweat glistening as nerves ran across her skin. Fuck, fuck, fuck, if they messed this up, Selina and Catwoman and Aaron and his plans would be ruined.

"Let's just wait," Detective Mac said innocently.

Aaron gritted his teeth. "Fucking leave already…"

They didn't.

Ten minutes passed. They were still here.

And they did not stop.

They continued fucking under the cover of the city. Behind the outbuilding, in the shadows.

Selina blitzed through orgasms like a mad man. A whore who had lost control of herself. Her eyes began to lose reason and she started to heave loudly. His right hand snaked to her breasts and fondled her greedily. Under his fingers, their colour blushed and became sensitive.

Her cunt coaxed him firmly. Fuck, it was hard to move. He found himself going slower than a snail, as if teasing her. Selina mewled and ached for more. The deepest part of her ached for a greater stimulant–to release another guttural orgasm.

But the detectives were still on the rooftop, watching S.T.A.R Labs and seemingly oblivious to what was happening behind them–behind the shed.. Two fingers were shoved inside her mouth, preventing her from screaming her soul out. Aaron hips smacked her ass like a boxer ragdolling a punching bag. It stung, her heart-shaped behind turning redder by the second.

"Good god, you're tight," Aaron murmured, feeling her tighten another notch as the detectives conversed. Their voices were so, so close yet so distant and apart. The passionate heat healed them from the cold wind, their naked bodies like a living furnace.

While tearing up her bowels, Aaron leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Instead of helping Batman, instead of making a difference, you're here getting raw dogged by a stranger. Pathetic." He shoved a third finger down her mouth, feeling her salivate and slobber and choke down her words.

Selina's penetrating green eyes lost their strength. Her willpower broke down with every resounding climax. His hypnosis was flooding her brain with irresistible authority.

"Ugh, this is a waste of time." They could hear Detective McKenna groaning in frustration. "Let's just go down and ask security, Josie. I bet even Alex Aisi is making more ground than us."

"Everybody knows she gets information from the Signal," Detective Mac countered.

"Because she knows who and how to talk to others!"

There was silence. Detective Mac said nothing. For a moment, Aaron stopped, afraid her telepathic abilities had found them. Her pussy strangled him as the intensity of the situation bore down on them. Selina slowed down her breathing as his fingers were stuck inside, frozen. But then she spoke, "Fine. Maybe I was wrong…"

Detective McKenna huffed. "Finally…"

If it wasn't for Gotham's naturally static background, the detectives would have heard the way his balls were slapping her. The door opened and shut. Through the walls, Aaron could feel them descend down the stairs.

His fingers slipped out of her mouth and he slammed into her, the full weight of his body and cock plunged inside her. A whore-ish moan came out of Selina as her mind went blank, her legs shook, and she came.

"Damn bitch," he growled, tightly holding onto her ass as he thrusted deeply again and again. "Are you so desperate for cock? You nearly exposed us."

"S-sorry! Sorry, Master! Please, just…fuck meeee~! I just want to feel your throbbing cock inside me!"

The word master was like a mark. It meant she was now his to control–his to fuck and take. Aaron smirked and did just that. He went so fast and hard Selina could hardly believe it. He throbbed and pulsated and stretched her walls. He kissed the deepest part of her soul as if it was an everyday job. He sent shivers and weakness down her body.

"Ah! Ah! Laa~! Mwah! Mmmmmmmmmm! Uuuuuhhhhh!"

Her lips nearly kissed the wall.

Her legs turned to jello. Selina thought she'd fall.

But his arms wrapped around her stomach and he held her. Backshots, backshots, backshots. It was unreal. It didn't feel like reality. Selina thought she was dreaming.

Here she was on a rooftop, getting the best dick of her life by a masked stallion she didn't even know–climaxing endlessly, rapaciously. She gobbled down each body-ending orgasm and experienced so much ethereal joy it made her forget what was happening. It made her lose her willpower and succumb to his mind control.

She was eager for cock. She was hungry for the feeling of cum inside her. She craved fullness in both her ass and cunt.

And Aaron Reigner, the masked stallion, delivered.

He brought out something primal in her. An itch deep in her soul that no man or woman before him had unlocked.

He stopped and dumped a heft load inside her anal hole, making sure to fill her bowels, before shoving himself and plunging into her pussy. Balls-deep in both holes, he confined his essence inside her–refilled her like a water hose. His ejaculation must have been less than a minute long but for her it was so much more. For Catwoman, for Selina Kyle, he was an eternity she couldn't escape from. All the climaxes, all the orgasms, they came crashing down on her and she faded in and out of reality. With each powerful throb, every cum shot, Selina lost herself.

Her throat was stuck. Her mouth was in an O-shape that was supposed to let out a guttural noise. It didn't. By the time he was done, she stood there trembling, booty out, palms on the wall, her two holes globbing out white cum. She couldn't stop herself or his thick nut from being shaky.

Then, she fell.

Her ass was still raised high-up, her face down on the floor. Aaron looked at his handiwork with pride. She had some serious cake, yet her cunt and asshole were under the mercy of his spunk, releasing blobs of it like it was nothing. The snowwhite jizz piled and also trailed down her ass crack.

This was probably the greatest creampie in Gotham history. Judging by her swirling green eyes and chaotic expression, Batman hadn't given her an experience remotely comparable.

Plop. Plop. Plop.

His fat nut continued to fall. Meanwhile, Aaron picked up the duffel bag and checked its contents. Behind the mask, his brows folded into contemplation.

'A gun?'

Black and outlined with a dark blue, its design was futuristic and almost blocky. There was a glow to it and for some reason Aaron found himself wanting to throw the bag as far as he could, away from him and his prying eyes. He didn't dare touch it. His body urged him to fling it behind him, away from S.T.A.R Labs and his own existence.

'Why did Catwoman want to steal this? Was it for herself? Or someone else?'

His cock was limp at this point and swung as he turned to look at the creampied woman. Her tongue lolled out, eyes leaking with emotionless tears, she started to rise. Aaron was impressed by her endurance. Besides Cassandra, no woman had ever been able to stay awake after he went all out.

She was unsteady and drunkenly tipped to the left and right. Cum dripped between her legs, from her ass and her cunt. "Ha…ha…you…you're quite the stallion, aren't you?" she said, after managing to gain some semblance of strength. Nude in the dead of night, she should have been freezing. Instead, she looked like she wanted more. "Let's go again, baby~"

Her voice was husky and needy, while his cock was semi-flaccid and certainly up for more. However, he had pressing matters. He raised the duffel bag towards her and asked, "Catwoman, Selina Kyle, tell me. Are you mine?"

Trembling, needing a hand on the wall behind her, she nodded. He sensed resistance in her eyes. The hypnosis was powerful but so was Selina, it seemed. "Yes…my master…"

"Good. Now why did you steal this?"

She let out a groan as a particularly large blob of cum gushed out of her. "I…I did it because I heard it was a weapon capable of removing metahuman powers. S.T.A.R Labs…apparently has a lot of these kinds of weapons. Anti-metahuman which is hot on the criminal market. I…I was going to sell it."

Aaron sighed. "And that's the problem, Catwoman. Your talents are too great to be wasted for just thievery. See, I have a daughter now. I need the Bat Family to be as strong as possible or else she won't be able to live a proper life. I need you to go back to Batman and help him in his fight against Leviathan and the Penguin."

A weak exhale. "After the dicking you gave me, baby," she laughed, "how could I ever go back to the Bat?"

Her quirky personality was leaking through. Despite all the cum jammed inside her, despite the immense volume, she resisted. Even so, his essence was tainting her from the inside and solidifying the hypnosis. Reaffirming her loyalty. His jizz continued to pour out of her in drops, relentless like the winter snow.

His eyes bore into hers as he ordered, "When I snap my fingers and say, 'Gotham's Reigner', you will snap out of control. When I say it again, you will re-hypnotized."

The cat burglar drawled. She was fighting his orders and resisting with whatever strength and might she had left in her. Even Cassandra hadn't put up this much of a fight when he tested his powers on her.

'She must really value her autonomy. Fair enough.'

Aaron felt bad but there was a reason why he came to talk to her. He needed her to go back to Batman. He needed her to actually do something for the world instead of loitering around in a museum. Catwoman–Selina Kyle–she could do so much for Gotham and she just…didn't.

In the end, she accepted her role. She nodded and said, "Yes, my master." She strolled up to him, long nails cupping his cheek. A slutty smile spread across her face. "My stallion…"

She kissed the side of his mouth while her hands raked up his chest. In an act of reflexive desire, his hand groped her heart-shaped ass. The chill of the night reminded Aaron of their precarious location. The detectives, security, S.T.A.R Labs. He needed to be back home by the time the sun rose. He glanced at the neighbourhood.

'There's a motel nearby. Hm.' Maybe it was the horny in him speaking but he could go for another three rounds. 'I mean, with Catwoman? Come on. I'd be an idiot to pass on the opportunity. Maybe I should invite Jaina and White Rabbit…Hadiyah too–make it a fivesome.'