31 Socialites // Helena Bertinelli

Aaron stirred. Yesterday was exhausting. The thirsty Tanya Fox, the needy Vicki Vale, and then the illustrious Lady Shiva, also known as Sandra Wu-San. After that, several rounds with both Angel Breaker and Lady Shiva. As much as he wanted to stretch his legs, he couldn't without waking the guests draped over him like a blanket. Angel Breaker and Lady Shiva, busty and morally bankrupt women, were using him as a warm source of comfort.

White hair and black hair. Villainy and martial arts. Nude and free. To describe them with such terms would be reductive. The two were so much more than that. Yet cuddling him like this, it seemed accurate.

His arms pulled them close and lightly groped their respective toned asses. Shiva's was harder and firmer, her superior training coming into play. In their sleep, subconsciously feeling the perverted hand on their rears, they nuzzled on his bare chest. Lady Shiva's strong, thick leg pinned his waist down. Angel Breaker's snow white breasts squished his torso. He could have moved the two of them but he didn't.

Minutes passed. The morning birds chirped. A relaxing comfort came over him and he sighed out loud.

"Awake, Master?" Eyes closed, Lady Shiva popped the question. Aaron shifted a little. "I would like to stay like this just a little longer," she said, her leg pressing him down.

What a fucking turnaround from yesterday. Before, she had been conceited and had the gall to drag him by the balls, and now she was draped over him like a common whore. He had to ask. He had to taunt.

"I see you've changed your tune, Sandra. Was my dick that good?"

He peered down at her and watched her eyes fling open. Sharp green pupils demystifying its skill for lust and reverence. He could see his reflection in those clear eyes of hers. She smirked, head shifting down to his flaccid length, then back up to him. "Of course it was. All my life I trained myself for martial arts because the thrill of it brought me life. It gave meaning and joy. And then…" Her foot started rubbing his balls and tracing the shape of the nestled orbs. "...this cock appeared in my life and fucked me. I have never felt this way my whole life. Never."

Such a basic reason for her loyalty. Aaron liked it. He could feel his cock stirring as her foot went up to his glans. Teasing the soft yet flared mushroom, her toes went in circles.

"So big, so thick, so…perfect." Lady Shiva shuddered and stared into the wall past Angel Breaker, her parallel. "Ever since I woke up, all I can think about is cock. All I can smell is that tasty sperm of yours. I want to dedicate my life to it. Worship it. I want to drain your balls till you are dried empty, as impossible as that sounds. That is my life's goal now. To challenge your cock till it breaks."

She pulled herself up and crawled down between his legs. His flaccid dick lay on his thigh, musty from last night. She inhaled the smell and sighed in amazement.

"I love it." Lady Shiva wrapped a hand around the base. She noticed last time as well that her fingers couldn't connect. ""I, Lady Shiva, pledge my unwavering dedication and loyalty unto thee. With absolute resolve, I shall serve as your steadfast protector and unwavering sword. My skills and expertise are at your disposal, as I vow to carry out your commands and uphold your ideals. From this day forth, I relinquish my own desires and aspirations, placing them aside to devote myself entirely to your cock. I am bound to your cock, Aaron Reigner, and my life is yours to command."

In ten skilled, precise pumps, he got hard.

In another ten skilled, precise pumps, he came.

Aaron learned a hard lesson that morning: never underestimate Lady Shiva. She gave him a blowjob, rode him like a horse, and coaxed seven more loads from him. When Hadiyah, the owner of the house walked in, she sighed and spun right back around. The hijabi could tell they were fucking on a higher level of pleasure.

"Just get ready for breakfast," Hadiyah muttered as she shut the door.

Even Angel Whore knew not to interfere, sitting at the back of the bed and masturbating furiously at the sight. Her fingers were utterly drenched and her cunt practically became numb to her fingers. "Chosen Cock, Chosen Cock," she kept muttering to herself.

There was a sense of Déjà vu as Lady Shiva's tight cunt clenched his member. Hearing the woman moan as she threw her head back, he was able to identify the eerie phenomena.

'Like mother, like daughter,' Aaron said to himself, chuckling as he decided to up the ante. Lady Shiva gasped and she hunched over. That was Aaron's time to strike. He assaulted her womb with loving kisses and proceeded to make her orgasm seven times over.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! You're going to break me again, Master! Break with your cooooock~!" Her large boobs were swinging as he fucked her cowgirl. "So deep! So goood! You're a god! A god! God of sex! Sex! God~! Goddddd~♡!"

Suffice to say, once Hadiyah arrived to give him his cup of coffee, Lady Shiva was a crempied mess forever anchored to his cock. Her loyalty was carved deep into her walls, her womb, her fingers, her tits, and her mind.

***

Three times a week, Aaron went to Hadiyah's house and engulfed himself in cunt and tits. It was just a part of his life at this point. Usually, Angel Breaker would be the first to hop onto his dick, although Lady Shiva wouldn't be far behind.

Selina swung by every so often too. Whenever she was feeling horny or Bruce didn't fuck her (which wasn't a lot since they weren't officially together), Aaron was her backup. He didn't mind since that was what they agreed on. She gave him updates on the Batman and he nailed her from behind. It was a transactional partnership locked by his spell on her.

Talia was being carefully watched by both Angel Breaker and Lady Shiva. Wherever Talia went, they went. Aaron could see in those alluring brown eyes of her that she wouldn't rat him out but his two most faithful servants didn't believe it. Regardless, over the past weeks, preparations for the grand ritual were revving up. Contact with the League of Lazarus, the hosts of Lazarus Island, had been made. The tide of leadership for the League of Assassins was currently back to Angel Breaker, with Talia as her second. The Assassins accepted the change in hierarchy.

As for the Shadows, they were firmly under Shiva's control. No ifs, no buts, she led them. Meaning, Aaron controlled them like puppets.

Lady Shiva just wanted sex. She threw aside her pride for martial arts and started pouring her time into blowjobs and handjobs. Whenever he saw her at the house, she was either watching porn or practicing with a dildo. She had her own room, of course, but he checked on her every so often because he was concerned. Her behaviour was not normal.

Once, while knocking on her door, she popped the door open, dragged him in, pulled his pants down,and started nuzzling against his boxer bulge. "You have arrived... I have been waiting." To hear the proud Lady Shiva lower herself to a mere cocksucker was surprising and slightly puzzling.

'Did I really break her that bad…? Or is it a family thing? Cassandra started acting similar except less intense and more, er, romantic.'

It played to his advantage so he tried not to question it. Plus, it was Cassandra's mother. He didn't want to insult her too horrifically.

"What do you call this little group of yours?" Talia asked one day. "I might as well know since I will be joining, my beloved Chosen One."

Aaron blinked twice. Sipping on his coffee and scrolling through social media on his phone, the question had come from almost nowhere. "...the Harem? I don't know, I don't like labels if I'm being honest."

Talia sat on the couch and cupped her face. Garbed in a loose white dress, she was the epitome of Arabian beauty, complete with diamond earrings and rings. She stared at the fireplace. "I see. You struggle with commitment?"

"I do," Aaron admitted. "I enjoy my independence and I don't like to be tied down."

"I understand," Talia said. "As the Chosen One, no, as a human, it is your natural inclination to be alone. It is how you have lived your life so far."

"Right, my life…" Aaron sipped again. Glancing at the beautiful Talia, a thought came to mind. "How old are you again?"

Her full lips set into a line. She wasn't thrilled but he was the Chosen One. There was no defying him. "Fifty. I was conceived during the Woodstock Festival of 1970."

"Either you have the latest in cosmetics or you've taken dips in the Lazarus Pits once or twice."

"It is a pitiful story."

"I have the time," Aaron replied.

"My half-sister, Nyassa, forcibly drowned me in the pits in order to brainwash me and hurt my father."

Pause. "Did it work?" he asked.

"I later learned her thirst for revenge was a plot from my father, so we sisters decided to co-exist as heirs of the League of Assassins." Talia snickered, her earrings swinging. "Then I had her killed."

'Huh. Family, am I right?' Aaron said to himself, downing the last of his coffee.

Things were moving smoothly. Tanya Fox supplied him money; Hadiyah and Jaina worked on investments and charity; Julia Pennyworth led We Are Robin to increasing success; Talia, Angel Breaker, and Shiva led the League of Assassins and Shadows; and Vicki Vale was starting to write articles bringing attention to the terrible state of the city.

His promise to Chloe and Manhunter was beginning to take shape.

Then, on a certain Saturday, he was hit with a fastball.

***

On February 19, 2022, Wayne Manor was bustling with energy as Bruce Wayne's 42nd birthday party was in full swing. The grand hall was elegantly decorated, adorned with exquisite flowers and soft lighting. It was crazy, borderline chaotic. Bruce had hired seven additional professional chefs. Aaron eyed them as soon as they entered–scanning and copying their skills like Kakashi Hatake from Naruto.

If only Aaron had been told in advance. Tim had told him it was Bruce's birthday on the day of–that servers and chefs would arrive to help them make the arraignments. Given the lack of warning, he assumed the Bat Family also forgot. As incredible as they were in vigilantism, they seemed to be lacking in many basic facets of life. In other words, they would be idiots.

The names of the chefs were irrelevant. In fact, they refused to banter and breathed in and out the culinary art. See, Bruce Wayne had to keep up appearances and thus threw a semi-private birthday party. Unfortunately, Aaron was caught up in the cross-fire and actually had to do his job as head chef. It wasn't easy.

He texted Carrie Kelley while he had time to breathe, which was in the seclusion of the bathroom.

> Aaron: it's super busy

> Aaron: have chloe stay with you.

> Babysitter Carrie: Understood, sir.

> Babysitter Carrie: I'll add it to the payroll.

It wasn't his payroll but rather Bruce Wayne's. He said he would take care of the majority of the expenses pertaining to Chloe, including babysitting, schooling, etc. Although they hadn't told Stephanie yet of their maternal relations, Bruce promised he would watch over Chloe before the inevitable. Assuming Aaron would let him.

Aaron did. He had no reason to refuse.

'Now…it's back to the kitchen.'

In the bustling kitchen of Wayne Manor, the air crackled with a sense of urgency as orders flew in, demanding the chefs' undivided attention.

"Chef, we need three more plates of the seared scallops, and we need them now!" shouted one of the chefs, his voice filled with urgency.

Aaron's calm demeanour was unwavering and he nodded in acknowledgment and swiftly moved to the grill, searing the scallops to perfection. The sizzle and aroma filled the kitchen like liquid.

Amidst the chaos, the chefs seamlessly coordinated their movements, their culinary dance a symphony of skill and precision. Pots clanged, knives sliced through ingredients, and timers buzzed, punctuating the intense atmosphere.

"Keep those risotto pans stirring, we can't afford any lumps!" bellowed another chef, his voice cutting through the commotion. The rhythmic stirring intensified as the chefs diligently tended to the pots, ensuring the creamy risotto achieved the perfect consistency.

In the midst of the frenzy, dialogue punctuated the air, quick exchanges filled with instructions and reassurances.

"Mr. Reigner, we're running low on tomato bisque! Can you whip up another batch?" called out a chef, a note of urgency in her voice.

"Consider it done!" Aaron replied, swiftly grabbing the necessary ingredients and setting to work on the aromatic soup. The fragrant scent of tomatoes provided a momentary respite from the intensity.

"Hey!"

While stirring a pot, Stephanie Brown's voice, filled with a hint of mischievous delight, fluttered through the kitchen like a playful melody. She skipped to Aaron, standing beside him, arms linked behind her.

"Busy?" she asked.

Aaron focused on the pot. "Yep."

She hummed and observed his skills for a minute. Her odd silence tensed him up. Stephanie Brown…she was Chloe's mother. She was important to him and she didn't even know it.

"I was hoping you would help make our food but I see you're too busy," Stephanie said, sighing. "I'll see you later."

"You can take some if you like," Aaron said.

"No way." Stephanie turned and gestured at the various plates, pots, and food. The smell was smoky and nearly haze to the mind. It was that good–that magical. "You put so much effort into this. Me and Tim will cook up something."

She winked and dashed off. From his peripheral, he watched her. He wondered when the day would come when he would tell Stephanie about Chloe–or vice-versa. Chloe had the right to know who her mother was.

The servers came and went. The tables were set. Fresh and timely, that was Mr. Wayne's expectations and he tried to fulfil them to his fullest ability. Aaron hated having expectations thrust on him but he had a job to do. With a subtle use of his magic, quietly sharpening his skills and a little more, everything was in proper order. The guests had already arrived. It was only a matter of taste.

***

Escaping the confines of the kitchen and discarding the white apron and hat, Aaron joined the party.

"Give my regards to the chef!"

"This strawberry tart is magnificent!"

"Mmm, the Foie Gras is incredible! You can count on Mr. Wayne to get the expensive stuff."

Aaron shamelessly eavesdropped on the guests. There must have been a total of a hundred people yet not one man or woman complained. He snorted. 'It better be good. I worked eight hours on it.'

As the evening unfolded, their collective creations were devoured with gusto, earning him, the head chef, praise and compliments from the esteemed guests. Of course, nobody knew that it was him as the wealthy men and women refused to step into the kitchen.

Aaron was bustling around the party, silently drinking a glass of apple juice, as he scanned and identified some of the guests. There were a lot of familiar faces from Tanya's charity event, except this time they were looser. Their mouths flapped as if they weren't in the house of Batman but instead the idiot, playboy. There was a little bit of dancing and clumsy men and women opting for intimacy. It was like the atmosphere was doused in alcohol. Aaron could feel himself getting slightly tipsy.

Interestingly enough, most of the Bat Family wasn't here. He had only spotted Dick so far. Aaron suspected it was because of the private party they were going to throw him in the Bat Cave. Afterall, this whole event was merely for the public. A show of Bruce Wayne and his typical antics. Instagram and Twitter were going to have a field day with this and that was exactly what Batman was counting on. It was smart. It presented the sheer absurdity of Batman being the Wayne patriarch.

"Mmm, so you're here too…" A hot breath tickled his ear. He had already sensed her when he stepped into the manor.

"Jaina," Aaron called out. "You look well."

The understatement of the century. The captivating Indian socialite graced the party in a figure-hugging emerald green cocktail dress that perfectly complemented her radiant olive skin. The off-the-shoulder neckline accentuated her graceful collarbones, while the thigh-high slit added a touch of sensuality to her ensemble. She paired the dress with strappy gold heels that elongated her legs and adorned her wrist with delicate gold bangles that tinkled softly with her every movement. Her presence was like a bright light.

Then there was that alluring smirk of hers. Jaina wanted him, right here and right now. With those big brown tits of hers rubbing his arm, he was tempted to drag her into a room and fuck her with her dress on.

He didn't, of course. Aaron had more class than that. Plus, the cameras were being watched by Tim. Tim hadn't told him much except that he would be holed up in the Bat Cave and keeping guard. Also, that he would be readying the real party alongside Cassandra, Stephanie, and Damian. He wondered who else was invited to the so-called real party. Aaron wasn't. Tim had explicitly said so between rapid-fire apologies.

That was fine with Aaron. There were plenty of other activities for him, after all.

Selina Kyle, known for her impeccable style and seductive charm, chose a form-fitting black dress that accentuated her every curve. The plunging neckline and daring slit teased just enough cleavage to answer to public decency. She clung to Bruce and sent Aaron a sly wink when he wasn't looking.

Jaina stood by his side like she was his date. She wasn't but he let her do as she pleased. It was rare the two of them talked outside sex and missions.

Dick also passed by and sent him a knowing wink. "Good job," he mouthed.

Aaron pursed his lips. Jaina took that as a chance to squeeze those plushy mounds of hers deeper into his arm. In his pants, his loins swirled and twitched. He waited for someone, anyone, to spare him away from this Indian chick. He wanted to seem normal, not stand out like a sore thumb and have a big titty Bollywood actress beauty beside him.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here."

Helena tutted as she interrupted their menial conversation. Jaina smiled widely.

"Ah, Helena, right?" Jaina greeted. "Aaron told me about you."

He had…during missions, that is.

Helena chuckled and eyed Aaron with a certain gleam. "Did he now?"

The Huntress had opted for a sleek, tailored pantsuit in a deep shade of midnight blue. The jacket hugged her frame, emphasizing her toned physique, while the wide-leg trousers added a touch of sophistication. She accessorised with a silver pendant necklace that rested perfectly against her collarbone.

"See, I've been trying to convince him to enroll his daughter into a public school," Helena said. "But he just wouldn't listen. Could his girlfriend convince him?"

"I'm not his girlfriend," Jaina replied before Aaron could say it. "We're just friends."

"Oh, wow, here I thought you were two-timing Cassandra," Helana said, smirking knowingly.

"Cass isn't my girlfriend either." Aaron's response was dull and uninterested. Helena frowned.

"You're no fun. Anyway, give me a call if you ever want to reconsider the school thing. Chao!"

With that, the brown woman was gone. He wondered what ethnicity she was. She wasn't Indian or Arab. Her name sounded Italian though…

"She's quite the beauty," Jaina said. She went on her toes and whispered in his ear, "Gonna fuck her later?"

Aaron was unfazed. "If she's useful."

A few minutes later, he noticed a tall, well-dressed man approaching. Recognizing him was a no-brainer: it was Luke Fox, head engineer of Wayne Tech and Tanya Fox's first, biological son. Aaron had seen him on his very first day at Wayne Tech.

Upon invading his space, smiles were exchanged. 'Finally, some male interactions,' Aaron thought, relieved.

"Luke Fox, founder of FoxTech, right? Pleasure to meet you, I'm Aaron, the chef for tonight's festivities."

"Ohh, the new guy of the manor." Judging by his microexpressions, he already knew. "Aaron Reigner, correct? It's great to finally put a face to the name. I heard you used to work at Wayne Tech?"

"I still work part-time now. My priorities have changed since Mr. Wayne hired me."

Luke caught the hidden message and nodded curtly. "I see. Well, I hope you come to join in full someday. We're constantly pushing the boundaries of technology. Just the other day, we managed to create a patent that focuses on solar energy. It's based on Krpytonian cells."

Aaron's features turned into wonder. "Like Superman?"

"Like Superman," Luke confirmed. "But enough about that. Tonight, it's all about celebrating Bruce's birthday. I can see that you've prepared quite the spread."

"Try the blueberry tart," Aaron suggested. "You might find yourself wanting seconds."

"I'll do just that."

Shaking hands, Luke left. Jaina had remained silent the entire conversation. He felt a little bad for her but his mind couldn't escape the possibilities of his words.

'Luke Fox…Tanya really undermined his skills. He's as useful as his father. The tech he's suggesting could power entire neighbourhoods of a city.' Aaron smiled to himself. 'This is going so much better than I thought. I never guessed Luke would come. And now…he's under my control.'

When it came to improvising, no one was better than Aaron Reigner. He could act, he could think on the fly, and most of all, he could adjust plans. Despite being unaware of the party, he managed to spin it to his benefit.

Because in every food and drink, he quietly casted a spell. A bridge between his hypnosis and the magic he copied from Zatanna, no saliva involved. He spoke two words.

"Yebo em."

OBEY ME.

In other words, everyone who attended Bruce Wayne's forty-second birthday party was under his control and they didn't even know it. Did he feel bad? No. Because mostly everyone here was a rich piece of shit who refused to share their wealth. There were exceptions, of course, but he could smell the stench of corruption on their jewellery and perfume. Blood diamonds, unsustainable fragrances, and fabrics sewed by the hands of the children of Gotham. It was time to give back.

It also totally eliminated Batman as a threat. Even if he decided to confront him, he would lose the instant Aaron activated the energies within himself. The hypnosis buried deep in his psyche would rise and Batman would become a mere servant of his. Unless the Bat could see the tiniest traces of magic, which he hadn't given how eagerly he ate and drank, it was a done-deal. Aaron had officially won in the war of cat and mouse.

'It was fun while it lasted, Batman. A good game.'

His gaze swept the hall. Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Luke Fox, Helena Bertinelli, Vicki Vale…

'Wait, Vicki is here?'

He double-checked. Yes, it was the curvy redhead alright, flirting with a rich old man in order to get crumbs of information. Huh, he hadn't noticed. Well, it didn't make a difference. Her pussy belonged to him. This coaxing for information was merely a means to an end.

Regardless, the number of nameless rich people was what truly mattered. The main stars of Gotham, despite their importance, would mean nothing if Aaron didn't hold control over the cream of the crop. There was a reason that Batman in all his years of vigilantism has been unable to slow down crime. The issue required both a systemic solution as well as a superpowered solution. He needed to forcibly erase corruption and cut the supervillains and crime families from their source.

One by one, the rich ate.

One after one, they secretly joined his reign of change.

His order would be simple: coordinate with one another and dedicate ten percent of your incomes into health and medicine. Construct hospitals, establish mental health institutions besides Arkham Asylum, and put donations into food stamps and schools. Imitate what Bruce Wayne has been doing except as a collective. One man could not change the blood-seeped corruption of the city, but together they could.

How? Again, Aaron was learning to wield magic and evolved in its usage at an unprecedented scale. He merely needed a minute to himself and he would be able to telepathically give the order no matter where in the universe he was. The power of the Collective Unconscious and magic–two of the Seven Harmonious Forces–working in tandem.

Not now though. For now, he would let the magic settle. Moreover, not every single person at the party had the ability to follow his orders and some he simply didn't wish to burden with. Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson, for example. It wouldn't give them an order like that.

Nevertheless, Aaron decided to reward himself. He saw Selina leading Bruce away. The party at the Bat Cave was ready to start; meaning, the cameras were unwatched. He could erase the footage with magic once the event had passed.

Technically, he could choose any woman in the party but that sounded a little too rapey for his liking. He wanted someone who already wanted him. He wanted a level of consent.

He told Jaina to intermingle and scope potential millionaires and multi-millionaires to manipulate. Meanwhile, he approached a certain brown-skinned woman in a dark blue pantsuit…

'I saw the way she was looking at me. If there's anyone here willing to fuck, it's her.'

***

He didn't even have to issue a command.

Helena Bertinelli, the dumb whore, had been eyeing since she caught sight of him. In fact, the one who initiated was her, not him. They kissed and roamed each other's clothed figures until they reached his room. She was five-foot-eleven, the same height as him, exceptionally tall for a woman. It seemed being the aggressor wasn't new to her as her hands settled on his torso.

"I'm so fucking wet."

Without warning, Aaron was shoved onto the bed, a gesture he allowed. Helena approached him like a predator seeking their prey. He blinked and saw that she was already kneeling down with her tongue out, her eyes nothing but a crazed mist of lust and carnal desire.

"You're thinking what I'm thinking, right sir?" Her smile spread lecherously. "Let's do it then. Let's fuck. You've been giving me the 'fuck-me' eyes the entire day." Her fingers brushed his fly. Goosebumps went down his leg, accompanied by a daunting realization.

He wasn't wearing any boxers.

He had forgotten. This morning, Lady Shiva had woken him up with a blowjob. She found it annoying to constantly have to strip down his underwear. It wasted time. It got in the way of his fat cock. Aaron obliged mostly because he didn't want her to rip apart another pair of boxers.

"I wanna see your cock," Helena said shamelessly. The sound of her dragging his zipper down was resonating through his body. He couldn't stop it even if he wanted to.

There was a bounce. Following that, a shriek.

"Oh my god!"

He opened an eye. Helena's face was almost completely obscured by his sleeping giant. He couldn't tell what expression she was making but it was easy to imagine.

"Oh my god!" Her voice cracked. For some reason, she was just letting his cock rest on her face. Breathing in its musk, taking in the deep veins cocooning it. "It's...it's so big."

Aaron chuckled. Lady Shiva, Zatanna, Cassandra every woman he ever hooked up with said the same words.

"It's so much bigger than…" Helena broke into silence, the room heavy with her restless breathing. Aaron still couldn't see her face. He assumed her jaw was stuck to the floor. "Jesus. I didn't think I'd ever encounter a monster cock..."

Her whimper was loaded with undisguised bewilderment. The difference between him and her previous lovers must have been insane to entice this kind of response. Helena was a tall woman, meeting eye-to-eye with Aaron, so her perspective on size wasn't warped either. Her remarks were objective.

"You're so thick...twice as thick as…." Her fingers slid down his shaft, tracing the limp member's significant length. "And so long...you're so soft and massive." Her throat went dry.

He was about nine inches, soft. A majority of men couldn't reach that size with surgery and penis enlargements.

"Are you going to suck it?" Aaron asked. "Or is it too tough a task?"

"Suck it?" Helena laughed and snorted. "No, no, no. I am going to fuck it! I want that thing hard by the time I'm done stripping!"

Cackling, she bounced off of him and started to peel her pantsuit off. She tossed her blazer aside and shamelessly exposed her titties. Her tongue rolled across her lips, she took off her panties. He could already see the slit of her cunt.

"No panties?" he asked.

"No fucking way. Not at a party like this," Helena replied, kicking the formal pants off. "I need to get fucked!"

Quick and impatient, that was the vibe she was radiating. Aaron didn't mind. He wasn't in the mood for a particularly long session either. Tomorrow was Sunday and he had to make time for Chloe.

Unveiling her hard toned belly, her flared hips, and her round boobs, he exhaled. You would think he was adjusted to the sight of Gotham beauties. But no. Each had their own unique flares and features, like Helena who had a beauty mark at the top of her D-cup breasts. It added character.

In particular, when her breasts came together to hold his limp cock. Immediately, he stirred. Helena smirked and dragged her tongue across her glans. Her velvety brown eyes were transfixed on him and scanned him for a reaction.

A smile from Aaron. "Do you usually let people fuck you this easily?"

"You're handsome, you've got a big dick, what are you complaining for?" Helena asked cockily. After that, her mouth eloped around his glans. Slurp, slurp, slurp. Aaron found himself smiling in delight. Helena wasn't nearly as skilled as Lady Shiva or Cassandra. The smoothness of her hands jerking off the base of his cock and the siphoning of his cockhead was identical to a porn star's. Her technique was reminiscent of Vicki Vale.

Visually, it was stunning. Quality-wise, it was masterful but not godlike.

"Not bad," Aaron praised, "but I've had better."

"Ooh." Helena split from his throbbing member. No lipstick judging by the clear saliva connecting them. "You're quite the motivator. Let me guess, Cassandra? I bet that slut has got some crazy handjob skills."

He got irritated at her comment. Really, REALLY irritated. "She's not a slut."

The Huntress froze from the growl of his response. "Huh?"

All of a sudden, in a burst of speed that the Huntress couldn't cope with, she was on her back. The soft sensation of the bed hit her hard. She blinked up at the man above her.

That was when she felt it. Something rubbing between her inner thighs. She knew exactly what it was yet when she looked down to see it her expression couldn't help but brighten.

"Yes, yes, oh god, yes!"

It was an angry red mushroom-shaped head. A phallus of unparalleled size.

He smirked and tempted her with a good time. Key word: tempted. "Don't you have somewhere to go?" he asked.

He was playing hard to get. He also wondered if she was attending private celebration down in the Bat Cave–

"Fuck that! Fuck that! Gimme that cock! Fuck my womb! Fuck my shit up!"

'I guess she couldn't care less.'

She was absolutely drenched. He had rarely seen a cunt this sopping wet. He figured Helena had a higher sex drive than most of the women he fucked. Before she could urge him to shove that gorgeous member inside her, Aaron thrusted a finger into her cunt and taunted, "Who's the slut now?"

"S-shut up–!" Helena cut herself with a whorish moan. He was massaging her clitoris, expertly sliding his finger up and down, back and forth across her clitoris and clitoral hood. "O-oh god, keep that up!"

He applied some pressure, flattening it, causing another unwanting moan to erupt. Aaron stopped for a moment and glanced at the hidden camera at the corner of his room. By now, Bruce's little party was underway. There was no way he could be watching.

It didn't hurt to be careful though. Word for word, syllable for syllable, he copied Zatanna's spell.

"Esare lla egatoof fo su gnivah xes dna ecalper eht egatoof htiw lausac snoitcaretni neewteb eh dna I… od eht emas htiw eht spateriw dna lla rehto secived…"

He spoke in a low mutter. However, the world could sense his demands and shifted accordingly. Helena didn't notice, too deep in the sea of sexual pleasure. She wasn't able to recover until ten seconds after the matter.

"D-damn, where did you learn this?" she asked, panting.

Aaron stepped back. While Helena lay on the bed, he was standing, his cock outstretched. Helena held her breath.

"God, you're so big," she murmured, the folds of her pussy bending around his sturdy girth. Her chest heaved up and down as he inserted his length. Every inch sent a spark of pain and pleasure, and Helena felt like her pussy was being molded. Stretched so that no other cock would be able to pleasure it.

Seeing her face twist in pleasure, the male chef laughed. He was resolved to keep himself steady and slow, but seeing her like this, seeing the usually composed Helena break down...he wanted more. He wanted to break her.

"Sorry," he whispered into her ear before leaning back to his full height. Aaron grabbed her hips, steadied their stand-and-deliver position, and rammed his cock in. All thirteen and a half inches.

Helena gasped.

"Oh, god! Oh, god! Oh, gooooddd!" she screamed in pure ecstasy, her mind catching up to the fact that her womb had just been broken. "It's so deep! It's so deep!"

Aaron remained sheathed inside her, unmoving. Helena, however, had lost her mind.

"Aaron fucking Reigner, your cock! Your cock! It's so big! It's so much bigger! I can't believe…" An orgasm, the most intense orgasm of her life, and she got the wind knocked out of her. A second later, she recovered and her ravings continued. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! My womb! You broke it! It's so fucking deep, I can feel in my fucking womb! Your massive fucking cock! Ungh!"

"I'm going to start moving," he said, unfazed. Indeed, he was used to this kind of reaction. And everytime, it ended the same. Someone at the complete mercy of his cock. He might as well enjoy himself to the fullest if that happened.

Rather than plainly moving, Aaron started thrusting. Fast, without mercy, and feverishly. He didn't even give Helena a chance to properly adjust to his size. He simply began using her pussy like a self-pleasuring toy. He didn't want to be cruel, he only wanted to feel some pleasure of his own.

"Oh, god! Oh, god! It's so deep! Aaron!"

He knew she couldn't hear him so he said casually, "Superheroine pussy sure is tight."

He wasn't just fucking her fast, he was fucking her hard. Faster and harder than she had ever been fucked before. The bed squeaked. It shook.

Creak! Creak! Creak!

She was so wet and slippery, it was insane. Yet at the same time, her walls clamped down on him as if to try and slow him down. But Helena didn't know who she was dealing with. She didn't know who she had been seducing.

"Ngh!" Aaron pulled out six inches, a little less than half of his length, before plunging it back in. Helena let out a squeal that was sure to echo through the manor if not for the blaring party. That amount of cock was something she thought was impossible yet here Aaron was effortlessly slinging it around. Eventually, he slowed down and turned his head to the door. He sensed a presence behind–

Suddenly, he felt a pair of legs wrap around his waist and pull him in further. That genuinely caught him by surprise. He glanced down to see Helena who was slowly blinking away the bliss of his cock. "Helena…? You're conscious?"

With the number of orgasms she had experienced, that should have been nigh-impossible.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me already!"

"Ah…!" He was caught off guard with how she reeled him in even further, causing his hips to slam the desk. His pelvis clanged against the soft bed–then he gasped as her pussy tightened up a notch. "Ngh…!"

"So good! So good! So good! It's fucking amazing!"

Although they had only been fucking for five minutes now, he found himself on the cup of an intense orgasm. He tried controlling his breathing but Helena's pussy just kept getting tighter and tighter. The soft walls sliding across his shaft were getting him closer to release.

"Helena, I'm about to...I'm about to cum!"

"Inside, inside!" Helena Bertinelli moaned. "Fucking creampie me! Fucking fill my womb!"

Helena moaned and groaned but she didn't let out even a squeak. Too busy in his orgasm, he didn't notice this and continued creampieing his student like some stupid whore.

He let out a sigh of relief, satisfied that he could let loose like this. It was then, however, he noticed the drops of cum leaking from her pussy. He was still cumming and he saw a pool of thick white being formed on the floor, along a trail of stick fluids hanging off the bed. It was a nightmare.

But...he couldn't stop cumming. He couldn't stop nutting in her.

Another guttural moan.

Eventually, he stopped. His cum dribbled off into tiny drips and soon nothing. He panted, holding onto Helena's sides less for her and more for himself. Once he steadied himself, he looked the high school girl over.

She was a mess, to say the least. Tears trickled down her face, drool was leaking copiously from her mouth, and her eyes were rolled back. Her legs, somehow still wrapped around him, occasionally twitched.

In spite of who started it, it ended the same way with every woman he fucked.

Her cunt clenched around him tightly as he pulled out. Like molten strings of cheese, her hot wet juices refused to break from his withdrawn cock. Aaron chuckled.

"And she was calling Cass a slut."

The Huntress had been hunted. Drooling, fucked silly, and grumbling moans like a porn star. Her brain was too scattered to conjure up a snide comment.

Aaron sat beside her, his dick going limp. He had the time and everybody in the party was still closeby. Though Bruce Wayne had left, that didn't mean the party had to stop. He could sense that very few of his puppets had left.

'Woah, wait. I can sense them. I can sense their location like a…like a bat using sound waves. An echolocation.'

Yes, that was the word: echolocation. This was new. Perhaps he had evolved due to the number of times he enchanted the food?

'Good, good. I'm getting closer to that mass hypnosis spell I want for the League of Assassins and Shadows.'

Every day, Aaron was growing. Every day, he felt like he was gaining a better grasp on himself. If he had accepted Manhunter's full power, he would have leapt to the level of a god already. He wouldn't have needed all this.

He didn't regret it, strangely. This journey of power and self-exploration was fun in its own right. Staring at the palm of his hands, he could see a map of Gotham and the various people caught in his hypnosis without knowing it. They walked, they shifted…

Hadiyah was at home, along with Angel Breaker, Talia al Ghul, and Lady Shiva. 'Strange, I haven't put Shiva or Talia in my hypnosis. But…I can sense them.'

Oh. He understood. For example, he could still see the Manhunter in Heaven, a realm layers of infinity away, yet could not see Hell. The distance should have been the same, unless there were rules and limitations on his powerset–on his super sight and his sensing abilities. From what he could gather, his powers were tied to intention and intimacy.

Sandra Wu-san and Talia al Ghul had sworn loyalty to him. It must have activated two of the Seven Forces inside him: Faithfulness and the Emotional Spectrum.

'My powers are vague and flexible. It's like Manhunter said, it all depends on my mindset. But since I'm incomplete, it's taking a while to take shape. I have to take these weird shortcuts.'

Vague and flexible…he could deal with that. He could adapt. It was what Aaron was good at.

Through his orgasm, he had sensed two presences hovering behind the door. Outside, waiting, guarding. 'Hm. I can now telepathically sense victims of my hypnosis. Interesting. Maybe I could also send them a message.' He closed his eyes. 'Come in.'

The handle moved and the door slowly creaked open. It was Jaina Hudson, followed by Selina Kyle. The sleek black dress of the cat glided across the floor. He got an eyeful of their cleavages before looking up at their faces.

"Jaina, I expected you. Selina, on the other hand…" Aaron trailed off. "...you're here earlier than I expected."

"Sorry, sorry," Selina said, offering a hand raised in apology. "See, there was a huge opportunity for me to accelerate the plan and now that I did it, well, there's no point in not telling you, right? Not when you're in the manor."

Like obedient little sluts, the two of them stripped themselves of their dresses. With no bra or panties underneath, they practically stepped out into nudity, like they were one step removed from public indecency–one wardrobe malfunction away. While Selina had that little jiggle to her breasts and a phenomenal model walk and hip sway, Jaina had that delectable titty bounce.

'So that's the difference between D-cups and G-cups.' Aaron smiled to himself. 'Like coconuts to watermelons.' The dichotomy was amusing to watch in real time. Close and closer, they strutted. Closer and closer, their hearty knockers came.

Rather than serve his flaccid cock, Selina sat to his left and Jaina plopped to his right.

The mission came before all else, after all. If they acted according to wishes, they would be rewarded with a helping of his cock. Hypnosis or not, it was their innermost desire.

"Little Brucie is fast asleep," Selina elaborated, licking her lips. "For his birthday, I emptied his balls. Like…empty emptied it. He came six times tonight, a record. No creampies, of course, because those are exclusively for you and Mr. Wayne doesn't want to make another Damian. It's quite hilarious, really."

"Mhm. And?" Aaron asked.

"Again, I emptied him BAD. You know that noise a deflating balloon makes? That's his dick right now. No sperm in those walnuts of his whatsoever. He's probably not gonna be able to cum for at least a couple weeks. You should have seen it, his dick was like a little worm when I was done, it was hilarious!" Fingers over her lips, Selina giggled. She sounded incredibly proud of herself. Her hands reached down into her tits and she pulled out a tiny chip. "And also very, very vulnerable…"

Aaron squinted, then smiled broadly. "You didn't, Selina…"

"Meow, I did." Her smile mirrored his and she dropped the chip onto Aaron's bare thigh. "All Wayne Enterprise satellites are in this baby here. In other words, you can now spy on the world like Batman can."

"Good work." Aaron picked the chip up with one hand and stroked Selina's thigh with the other. "With this, Hadiyah can hone in on the most vulnerable parts of Gotham. We can see and check if there's corruption or hidden criminal areas. This changes everything." He sent her another look of approval. "Fantastic. You did amazing work here, Selina."

Selina winked, green eyes shimmering. "I give a mean birthday sloppy toppy."

"And I'm quite good at networking," Jaina interjected, hogging the attention of the male. Her larger chest was puffed out and her hand was over her cleavage. A smirk spread across her face, a sign of victory. "I was able to create a list of the most wealthy people in the party."

"Ah, let me guess. You got them under the influence." Selina tutted. "Amateur. You should have been able to hypnotize them with your tits alone."

"Shut up," Jaina snapped. "I had White Rabbit's remember the names and faces while I was investigating."

"So the information is in White Rabbit?" Aaron asked. Jaina nodded. "Summon her."

Jaina obeyed him and formed a hand sign. In a mesmerizing display, a light began to separate and divide Jaina Hudson. It moved with precision, delineating their forms and weaving an intricate tapestry of energy.

White Rabbit appeared beside Jaina, exhaling loudly at the feel of reality. With her bunny ears, pink panties, and corset, she was the sole individual not stripped to their birthday suit.

Their appearances mirrored each other, yet there were subtle distinctions that set them apart. White Rabbit retained a mischievous allure, her eyes gleaming with a playful twinkle, while Jaina Hudson exuded confidence and strength.

"Oh wow." Behind her, White Rabbit smelled the creampied Helena Bertinelli and glanced back with a quirked brow. "She looks like she had fun."

"White Rabbit," Aaron urged.

"Yes, yes, Master." Her delicious pink eyes glanced at him and with rising fingers she started counting off the special victims. "Simon Stagg, CEO of Stagg Enterprises. He owns Stagg Stops, the gas station, and developed that new Straggberry phone."

"I was meaning to get one of those," Aaron said. "So how bad is Stagg?"

"He's a very bad boy," Selina said. "He's a ruthless billionaire like Lex Luthor, except without the intelligence and charisma and all the hair."

"A widow's peak hair," Jaina corrected. "Trust me, he was easy. No woman gives the time of day for him. They care for his money. I sprinkled some conversation about his company and he started yapping on about how he hates LexCorp and Kord Industries. Apparently, when it comes to military military defence contracts, Stagg Enterprises is a distant third place."

"Military defences, eh?"

"Given that it's Stagg Enterprises, I suspect he spends upwards of a billion dollars every year." Selina's breasts pressed against his arm. "All that money…for you, stallion."

Jaina and White Rabbit rolled their eyes. Aaron snickered. 'This is fun,' he thought.

White Rabbit listed four other names:

Charles Arwin - a prominent real estate developer in Gotham City, known for his luxurious properties and influence over the city's construction projects.

Veronica Vreeland - a socialite and heiress to the Vreeland fortune, known for her extravagant parties and involvement in the arts scene.

Jordan Rich - a successful venture capitalist and entrepreneur, known for his investments in technology startups and his influential network of contacts in Gotham's business circles.

Ember Copley, Grace Blomdhal, and Emma Hsueh were also listed, with White Rabbit citing them as innocent rich girls. Firstborn daughters of wealthy denizens and waiting to take over the patriarchal business. White Rabbit and Jaina explained, however, that these women wouldn't change much. They were peppered, sheltered women who went through private schools, explored yachts, and generally kept to their luxurious life. Nothing corrupted but very, very ignorant and spoiled.

"We might as well use them as extra income," Selina agreed. "Those girls are just gonna spend it on expensive purses and dresses anyway. It's either that or they support our cause."

Aaron crossed his arms. "I agree. Even ten thousand goes a long way."

"So what's the plan?" Selina asked. "I'm getting the feeling you guys were planning another party without me."

"Something like that." Although he had told Jaina and by extension White Rabbit, he hadn't been able to inform Selina of his spell. "Did Zatanna come to the party?"

"She's passed out cold," Selina said. "Her British boytoy was quite the drinker. He nearly got me tipsy. Luckily, Bruce and I managed to get away for a session of draining balls." A pause and a though crossed her mind. She smirked. "If I didn't know any better, I'm guessing you're going to activate a magic spell."

"Something like that," he repeated. Aaron closed his eyes. He could sense Zatanna in the Bat Cave, asleep and ignorant. She was joined by Dick, Barbara, Jace Fox, and Luke Fox. As for Duke, Cassandra and Stephanie, none of them were drunk or asleep but playing a game with Damian on the BatComputer. The boy wonder was winning.

He hadn't formed an attachment to John Constantine so he couldn't sense him but if he trusted Selina's word then he was also down for the count somewhere.

Aaron opened his eyes. "Bruce is confirmed down?"

"Like a deflated balloon," Selina reaffirmed.

"Good." Inhaling sharply, the energy inside him swirled. The Speed Force, Emotional Spectrum, and the Noosphere–human thought, human emotions, and reality in motion. Intelligence, telepathy, and telekinesis.

The Sage Force inside Aaron swelled. This was the true power of hypnosis and telepathy. He recounted the names in his head.

'Simon Stagg…Charles Arwin…Veronica Vreeland…Jordon Rich…Ember Copley…Grace Blomdhal…Emma Hsueh…'

His sclera flickered with a rainbow. An all encompassing power. A link was established between him and the mind's of the aforementioned. A compass connecting them despite the space between them. Stagg was in his limo. Charles and Veronica were still partying. Jordon and Ember were blacked out. Grace was having sex with a stranger. Emma was crying in the bathroom.

All of them froze. All of them could hear him, the subconscious desire to listen activated. They would obey.

"Etacinummoc htiw eno rehtona dna trats gnidliub reporp erutcurtsarfni ni Mahtog Ytic. Trats htiw Krap Wor. Hsilbatse doof sknab dna gnisuoh. Llet eht Mahtog etilaicos Aniaj Nosduh fi slanimirc netaerht uoy. Ehs lliw eb ruoy redael. Od ton eb degaruocsid. Ngiapmac rof eht tnnemevorpmi fo Mahtog. Trevid net tnecrep fo ruoy sdnuf sdrawot secalp ekil Snikpmoht Cinilc. Od ton wolla noitpurroc ni ruoy sessenisub."

Seven socialites guided by Jaina Hudson, his servant. He glanced at the brown woman and her supernatural counterpart. They understood the plan. They would spearhead the financial and marketing operation. As she said when they first met, she was excellent at throwing events and raising funds.

Bruce Wayne would take note of the development and likely chip in money on his own. He would be suspicious but for the sake of his philanthropic optics he would do it.

'Hm. This is weird,' Aaron thought, double-checking his map of connections. Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne, he was somewhere underground but…

'My connection to Bruce is very weak. I can barely tell where he is. Is it because of his willpower? Did he not properly eat the food? No, I saw him eat…but that doesn't make sense. I feel as though if I try ordering him around, it won't work.'

Maybe he needed to get close and activate it? Hm, well for now, Aaron was satisfied with the tiny bug he had planted in his mind. This was Batman, after all. If it had been that easy to control him, then it wouldn't make sense how he remained Gotham's protector for decades.

As for criminal threats, they wouldn't know what hit them. Lady Shiva would either incapacitate or kill them depending on the level of severity.

If there was something beyond the world's most dangerous mercenary group, then he could launch his nuclear option: Gotham Girl. The most powerful woman in Gotham City. It didn't matter who it was, once her powers were at their peak, she would win.

'As long as she follows my directions, that is.'

Gotham Girl was young and stupid. Apparently, she had lost to Damian Wayne because she played around with him too long and allowed him to use a magical weapon on her. Aaron wouldn't let that happen again. Under his watch, she would become a fighter on the level of Supergirl.

Well, assuming the situation came to that. Gotham Girl was a worst case scenario. A backup plan. She wasn't really a part of his Harem. He wanted Claire to live her college life normally.

Behind him, Helena Bertinelli groaned. Everybody stared at her. Aaron snickered.

"Should we kick her out?" Selina asked, agitated. "All that bitching and moaning is getting on my bad side."

"No. I'm going to be running some experiments on her tonight."

"Experiments?" Jaina and White Rabbit asked in unison.

"Hypnosis," Aaron explained. "I think my ability has evolved enough for me to control people by looking into their eyes. Example…"

He turned to Selina, grabbed her by the chin, and forced eye contact. For two seconds, there was confusion. Then…

Her eyes turned dull.

"Master…" Selina called. Aaron smirked.

"Jump down and walk on your four legs like a cat."

Without hesitation, she bounced down to the floor and did as he ordered. Her ass had a natural curve and it turned the situation into an arousing show of her pussy. It was amusing and terrifying. The implications were dangerous.

Round and round, Selina went. At this moment, she truly was Catwoman.

"Incredible…" Jaina said, flabbergasted. "With this, you can…"

"I know," Aaron said. "I know. Selina, act like a cat too."

Immediately, the cat-obsessed conceded. "Meow~! Meow! Rawr~!" She ran faster and faster. Clearly, she had experience on all fours.

Jaina huddled her mammaries to his arm and placed her head on his shoulder. She silently observed the newfound powers of her master. White Rabbit gulped. The pink in her eyes flickered in fear and respect.

"...cock…cock…Aaron…mmm…"

"Meow! Meow! Mrow, mrow! Mee-ow, mee-ow! Meow-meow, meow-meow!"

Tonight, marked by the lazy moans of the Huntress and the meows of Catwoman, stage three began.