Chapter 45: A Gruesome Example (Part 2)

Shortly after Arias and Harley left the Ivanov residence, Roulette attempted to call Gregor, but the call failed to go through and redirected her to voicemail.

"Tsk, dammit, Gregor. Call me as soon as you get this; we have a major problem." Roulette spoke quickly, then cut the call before scrolling through her contacts again and dialing Harley.

Unlike with Gregor, the call connected, but it wasn't Harley's voice on the other side.

"I was wondering when you'd call." Arias's voice sent a cold shiver down Roulette's spine. She froze for a moment, not sure how to respond.

"The missing money... so it was you. How are you alive?" she managed to stammer.

"You're worrying about the wrong things." Arias said only this before cutting the call.

He and Harley were currently at his residence, acting as if nothing had occurred. Even Harley, usually carefree, found the situation unsettling.

"Heya, boss, won't the cops start looking for us once they find the mess we made? And what're you gonna do about Lette?" Harley asked, lying upside down on the sofa, her legs kicking playfully in the air as she stared at the television.

"I've got some people who will handle that. As for Roulette, I'll deal with her later. She's likely already on her way out of Gotham, and I have no interest in chasing her down," Arias replied calmly, referring to the corrupt officers he still had within the Gotham PD. He wasn't worried his actions would be discovered, and even if they were, he felt the consequences would be insignificant.

"As for Roulette and Luthor, it's only a matter of time."

"Still can't believe she left me out. You think you know a gal." Harley frowned, sounding more upset about Roulette's betrayal than she let on.

"More people just meant more money divided. Roulette definitely wanted to profit as much as she could, so she only worked with Shade, whose ability came in handy."

"Hmm, I guess that sorta makes sense when I think about it. Oh well, at least I don't have you hunting me. You're more twisted than you let on, boss. It's kinda hot, y'know. You're sorta like Mr. J but more... what's the word I'm looking for... um, bangable, yeah, that's it."

Arias didn't respond to Harley's comment, and she continued to kick her legs playfully.

…

The following morning, Gotham's news reported on the terrifying incident involving Gregor Ivanov. The gruesome details sent chills down the spines of the city's residents. The police kept much of the information away from the public, but rumors and conspiracies began to surface quickly. The incident soon became a nationwide story, with news stations outside Gotham also reporting on it.

When Roulette saw the news, she was already back in Nevada, but the worry she felt towards Arias grew immensely. Meanwhile, Arias awoke to a far more pleasant morning than most.

He opened his eyes to find his blanket removed and his cock out, with Harley running her tongue along the tip while stroking his shaft. Her perky ass wiggled in the air as she worked.

Arias wasn't surprised. He had sensed her presence and, noting no malicious intent, had allowed the situation to progress.

"G'mornin'," Harley mumbled around his cock, grinning as she began to suck on the head entirely.

Arias stretched out his hand and tugged on one of her pigtails playfully, causing her to smirk even more. "What inspired this?" he asked as he made her bop up and down his cock more sloppily.

"Jush...mmm—curious. Whanted...thaste-" Much of what she said wasn't even audible, but Arias got the gist. Harley had a spontaneous personality and often followed her whims without thinking about the consequences. The idea of sucking him off before he woke up had simply popped into her mind, and she had acted on it.

Before Arias could say anything more, his phone, resting on the nearby dresser, rang, displaying a familiar caller ID—Barbara.

He picked up and sighed. "Yes?"

"The... the news. What happened to the mayor, was it you?" Barbara's voice was shaky, tinged with fear and suspicion.

"Oh, that? No," Arias replied smoothly. "I was just planning to ruin his image by releasing some information he was hiding. Can't say I mind this outcome either."

As Arias spoke, Harley noticed he had taken the call. A cheeky smirk appeared on her face, and she began to suck his cock more vigorously, making sure the sounds were audible over the phone.

"Then where are you? Are you still in Gotham?" Barbara asked, her voice wavering.

"I'm at my home. Oh, right, and since my properties have been sold to LexCorp, you don't need to go to the Iceberg Lounge anymore," Arias informed her casually.

"Right... then should I come work at your house? Like a cleaner or something?" Barbara suggested, clearly trying to keep a close eye on him.

"I'll think about it," Arias replied, showing little interest in the idea. Barbara panicked, her voice growing more urgent.

"Wait! I could, um, also give you some information while I'm there."

"What kind of information?" Arias asked, his tone still indifferent.

"About criminals, obviously. I'm not gonna say anything about the heroes, even if you want to leak my identity," Barbara clarified.

"Right, how noble of you. Fine, that works. I'll let management know to regard you as a guest from now on. Now, if that's all, I have some business to take care of."

Not waiting for a response, Arias cut the call and turned his attention back to Harley, who hadn't stopped sucking his cock greedily.