"How's Selina?"

“How’s Selina?” Aaron asked.

“Good,” Bruce replied calmly. “She might come over today. Could you make her dessert?”

“What does she enjoy?”

“High-end dessert. Donuts, typically.”

“That’s high-end?”

“To her, it is.”

Aaron snickered. Bruce smiled slightly. In spite of the difference in manhood and his suspicions, he enjoyed talking to Aaron. It would be a shame if he did end up becoming the Chosen One.

Bruce and Aaron turned the faucet off at the same time. They walked out, towels slung over their shoulders, talking. Of course, Bruce couldn’t ignore the wet thwacks he made as he walked. He envied him for an instant and then proceeded to squash the jealousy out of himself.

Bruce Wayne was Batman. What was there to be jealous of? He had slept with the sexiest of the sexiest. His penis might have been meager but it did its best and there was nothing else he could ask of it—

Zip!

"Bruce! There's trouble in—oh."

One second, Bruce and Aaron were alone in the locker room. The next, Barbara, Helena, and Zatanna were here.

Zatanna's eyes went from Aaron to Bruce, then back to Bruce. Her sexy legs were encased in stockings and her top-brim nearly dipped to the side. "W-wow."

The difference. The fucking difference between manhoods. Zatanna was flabbergasted.

Bruce and Aaron stood there, frozen. Bruce was a handsome man, but the moment he turned around to face the women, they all forgot about him entirely. In fact, they barely registered his face. All they could see was Aaron.

The stunned reaction was broken by the second smartest woman in the room: Barbara Gordon.

"Bruce…" Barbara was in her Batgirl costume and without her wheelchair. Her cowl's analyzed both penises and calculated their measurements in an instant. She looked away from the nude males. "Oh no…"

Barbara understood. More than anyone, she sympathized with feeling of inadequacies regarding a superior member of the same gender. Case in point, Starfire.

So yes, she understood. More than anyone, she got how demeaning it was for Bruce.

That didn't stop her from giggling at the following comment though.

"Holy shit, the Bat Cock." At Helena's remark, Bruce's little guy twitched. Her lips curled up. "Oh my god…THAT'S the Bat Cock! Pffft!"

His heart sank and he coolly put his hands over his crotch. Aaron did the same, except the results were much different. He couldn’t put a hand around his dong, much less hide it in any meaningful way.

Helena the Huntress was blessed with an eagle's eye. She had already burned the memory into her head. Bruce Wayne and Aaron Reigner, standing with their dicks out. One tiny, one huge.

"What happened?" Bruce asked in a hurry. "A Justice League emergency?"

"Definitely," Helena replied, "seeing that the Batman has a tiny pen—"

Barbara, or rather, the Batgirl stepped forward and interjected, "Justice League Incarnate claim to have detected a multiversal creature. They need your expertise."

"I see." Instantly, Bruce switched to Batman mode. "Give me a debrief."

By doing so, without thinking, Bruce released his nether regions of his protective hands and went to his locker. Everybody stared at his mediocre penis.

Aaron also went to his locker. The outcome was much different.

Thwap! Thwap!

Bruce wished he could ignore the size difference.

"Sorry that you can't hide your grandfather's clock of a cock," Helena joked. "I bet Bats is jealous though."

Bruce turned, a shirt in his hands, tiny dick and pouch facing the ladies. "Enough, Helena. Do not tell him more than he needs to know."

Helena giggled and Zatanna pursed her lips, trying to hold back her laughter. Bruce scowled.

The muscles, the arms, the legs, the toned back, everything about Bruce was phenomenal. The same could be said about Aaron, except at a slimmer shape. Their aesthetics were different yet mouth-watering.

The quality of aesthetic shifted after seeing what dangled between their legs. Or in Bruce's case, what didn't dangle.

Bruce pretended not to be irritated. In reality, he was totally emasculated for having revealed his penis was smaller than his fucking chef. If it was just him, if it was just four flaccid inches alone, he could deal with it. But next to Aaron? Fuck.

Not to mention Zatanna was there. Imagine humiliating yourself in front of the sexy stockings of Zatanna Zatara. A woman he had known for decades and had built a strong, respected friendship with.

His heart was pounding. Then—

Click!

The door opened. A sultry woman appeared. Arguably the single sexiest woman in Gotham, clad in tight leather and moving with swaying hips.

Bruce should have reacted. He should have hidden himself. Out of some misguided love, he didn't and let himself be compared to Aaron Reigner. 'No—'

"Is something wrong? Where is Bat—oh."

Katana and Catwoman entered. The former his current fuck buddy and the latter his ex-fiancee.

In her Catwoman costume, mask on, Selina strutted forward, a subtle sway of her hips that drew everyone's attention. Her outfit hugged her perfect figure, the leather of the suit emphasizing every curve and nuance of her body. She stopped next to Helena and pulled her mask off.

Selina's green eyes practically sparkled from seeing Aaron. Fuck, this sucked.

"Well aren't you a specimen...?" Selina purred. Turning to Bruce, she let out a chuckle. "Seems like you've got some competition here, Batman."

The largest exaggeration of Gotham's history. There was no competition and Selina knew it.

Her gaze washed all over Aaron, whereas Bruce had received a small glance and a giggle. Selina took her sweet, sweet time looking too. Bruce set his lips into a flat line. He knew Selina would take note but to think the difference in Selina's attitude between him and his own chef would be this drastic.

He pretended he was fine being nude. He pretended he was fine showing his manhood to Catwoman AND Zatanna fucking Zatara. Not to mention a Justice League member and his adopted son's ex-girlfriend. Seriously, Bruce wasn't sure whose glances were worse: his ex-fiancee or his childhood friend.

"Well…" Selina chuckled, a hand on her hip. "Looks like we know who is bigger where it matters."

"More like we know who runs the house." Helena licked her lips. "I can't wait to see the main dish."

Barbara covered her mouth, laughing. Zatanna did the same thing, although less discreetly. Katana averted her eyes, embarrassed for the Batman.

Bruce couldn't stand for this. He just couldn't. He was the Batman for Christ's sake. "All of you out."

Selina pouted and skipped over to him, a finger to his chest. "Aw, but Brucie~"

Bruce scowled and grabbed her wrist. "I said out."

"Such strong words…" Selina purposely glanced down and smirked. "...for such a little man."

Bruce had no response and gave her the Bat Glare. Selina was unaffected, as was every other woman. In Aaron's presence, his authority was totally diminished.

"We will wait outside," said Zatanna, acting as the leader of the heard and forcing them out.

'You could just teleport them out,' Bruce said in his head. She didn't. Zatanna let the situation become excruciatingly slow for Bruce.

The women all began to file out of the room together. But just before they left, each of them looked back to give Aaron a flirty wink, a sassy remark, or a seductive smile.

"I hope the chef doesn't steal the role of the Bat," Selina joked.

"I wouldn't be surprised," Barbara muttered under breath. He wasn't supposed to hear it. He did anyway.

Zatanna and Barbara really caught his attention due to their rear assets. Suffice to say, even though it was wrong, Bruce couldn’t help but twitch at the sight of their booties.

Plus, was it just him or were they not surprised?

The women were gone. That left Bruce with the giant elephant in the room.

Bruce opened his mouth to say something to Aaron. He was prepared to comment on women or their obsession with size, or maybe their superficialness. He didn’t. In the end, after seeing his swaying flaccid cock, Bruce decided it was better to keep his mouth shut and count his losses.

Upon reflection and pulling a shirt over himself, Bruce recalled Selina's reaction. She was shocked but not flabbergasted. Had she maybe…?

He clenched his fist. So she had seen dicks bigger than him already. She had seen dicks as large as Aaron's. He couldn’t imagine anyone being bigger than Aaron either. Meaning—

'I'll have to come back to this later. Right now, the Justice League needs me.'

Bruce narrowed his eyes and put on some pants. Then, he activated the manor's mechanism through voice recognition. "Bruce Wayne, 051939."

There was a suction and his locker turned around and displayed a set of Batman armour. Aaron blinked.

"Woah."

Bruce put the armour on. From the cowl, the leggings, the upper armour, the utility belt, and the black trunks. Batman was ready.

He pretended Aaron wasn't there and went outside to join the heroines.

"Still wearing the trunks," Helena teased. Selina cackled while Helena smirked and taunted him further, "You do you, Bats."

…although after today Bruce suspected things would never be the same. He clenched his jaw. Zatanna and Barbara, he could see they had lost some respect for him.

He didn't want to admit it, but this sucked. Someday, he would personally get back at Aaron for this.