Batman's POV

"No trust?"

"Trust is earned. It's as simple as that. And I don't trust Aaron Reigner given all the coincidences around him."

"Explain, please."

Sitting at the helm of the BatComputer, observing footage of Aaron Reigner at Zatanna Zatara's show, was Bruce Wayne–the Batman. His cowl was off and his utility belt was set to the side, allowing him to relax in his chair, back flat on the vertical surface. While his eyes remained locked on Aaron Reigner and Iman Avesta, his ears listening to Zatanna's magic show, his hand was quite occupied.

Nestled between his legs was Katana, otherwise known as Tatsu Yamashiro, the wielder of the cursed Soultaker. Of course, her skills lay not just in traditional swordplay. She was also quite adept at pleasuring Batman's very own sword, her head bobbing up and down the length vigorously. His right hand stroked the woman's black hair tenderly.

From the back, no one would be able to tell he was receiving a blowjob from Katana, the silent swordswoman of the Birds of Prey. Bruce himself didn't care if he did get caught, despite recognizing just how ridiculous and porn-like the situation was. In fact, similar to those ludicrous porn videos on the internet, his black trunks were removed to shamelessly expose his manhood. If he stood up and turned, his cock and balls would hang out and utterly destroy the branding and reputation of Batman.

Of course, Bruce wasn't an idiot. He was regarded as the second smartest man on Earth for a reason. No one was here in the Batcave–no one besides him and Katana. With no Alfred to look over his shoulder, he could do whatever he wanted, including getting a blowjob from the Japanese hero.

Bruce showed little signs of pleasures, besides a small shift in breathing. "Aaron Reigner. Raised in an orphanage, parents unknown, he's at first glance nothing special. He's very calm and kind, particularly towards his daughter. I placed over a hundred wiretaps in his home. Nothing. He's as normal as they come. Perhaps a bit solemn during private moments."

His cock popped out of her lips as Katana commented, "Like you?"

He glared down at her. The allegedly mute woman went back to sucking his dick. She engulfed the entirety of his length, letting it hit the back of her throat. This time, Batman balled his hands into fists. Katana was quick to notice his reaction and started fondling with his balls. The operation was not easy as he sat lazily on his chair, legs barely spread, but Katana made it work.

"Coincidences can be a scary thing," Bruce continued as his cock remained inside Katana's throat, warming her. Her innocent brown eyes, devoid of a mask, stared up at him patiently. "And very incriminating. Aaron lives directly under Gotham Girl. She's on a temporary hiatus so I can't ask her to spy on him but it did raise concern over who this man was. Was it really a coincidence? Was he a new supervillain? Or just a poor civilian in the crossfire of Riddler's schemes?"

Her gag reflex was nonexistent. Katana was well-trained. She started to bounce up and down his dick and did not so much as twitch as he hit the back of her throat. Her saliva nearly escaped but she mindlessly pulled back, exposing his erection to the air, lapped the unnecessary fluids up, then went back to work. Up and down, up and down…

Katana was like a responsible little whore.

"I decided to backtrack. His recent day to day life gave me nothing, therefore I looked into my own history as well as his and cross-referenced potential overlaps. Generally speaking, besides Cassandra, there was nothing, except for one. There was one big connection between us: Selina Kyle," Bruce said, hearing his heart in his ears. "I didn't expect to see her after our failed wedding. In retrospect, I should have been suspicious when she approached me but I wasn't. How could I be? I could tell she was genuinely afraid of what she saw in the basement and I was grateful for her information. If Selina hadn't told me the basic schematics of the device, I might not have been able to figure out the passcode. Metahumans and aliens might have disappeared from the face of the Earth."

Katana's responded by sucking on his dick like a lollipop. Tongue swirling in maddening whirls and twists. Like a ripple of hot spring water coaxing his cock, Bruce bit his bottom lip. He was getting close. He needed to divert his attention back to his explanation to delay his sweet release.

"Hrn." Throb, throb, throb. Think, think, think. "Here's what I found out, however. Days before Selina approached me, she served as Aaron's tour guide at the Gotham Museum. The BatComputer confirmed the tickets and receipts. I checked the museum cameras and besides the typical friendly flirty, the two of them didn't know each other. They had never met. Therefore, again, it could just be a coincidence. But after so many coincidences, one has to think: is Aaron Reigner really normal? Is he hiding something? Or is he planning something?"

Cock, cock, cock. Katana was addicted to sucking his cock and Bruce delighted in the sounds and sensation of cock sucking. Win-win.

"On top of that, I can say for a fact that Selina has been sleeping with someone else. Her walls were much looser. Even the way she sucked my cock was different, like she was used to something much larger. I saw the footage in the urinals. I saw Aaron Reigner standing next to John Constantine. His penis easily fits that bill. It's massive."

A strong, heavy rhythm overtook his cock. Bruce could hear his heart in his ears, going in beat with his steady pulsing. His balls tingled and began its production of sperm. The pressure was rising up, up, up. Due to his training, he could easily resist it but…

"Unfortunately, I couldn't pinpoint a time or place on their potential rutting. Moreover, Selina sleeps around anyway. She could have taken a massive cock before we hooked up. So then I have to move on to the most recent coincidence: the ****. Every witness attested to Angel Breaker searching for someone called the Chosen One. It was a repeated phrase, they say. Police interrogations of high-level Leviathan members also repeatedly mention a Chosen One and that the One was surely amongst the one hundred and four kidnapped men and women. I have heard that term only once before–from Ra's al Ghul."

Bruce's breath hitched. His words were momentarily stuck in his throat. Katana's dick sucking skills were profound enough to give him pause. He was nearly sent over the edge. He managed to avoid the messy climax by reciting an ancient Mayan meditation.

"Ra's once mistook me as the Chosen One and nearly gave me everything." Bruce kept going. For the sake of his pride, he had to. "And my gut is telling me the League has done it again–they have found the future leader of the League of Assassins and Shadows. Talia's new husband. Whoever it winds up being, good or bad, they have to be carefully monitored. And my gut feeling is telling me it's Aaron Reigner. His brief contact with Selina, the mysterious circumstances surrounding the Harley and Ivy incident–which, coincidentally, took place at HIS workplace–and his placement in the ****. It all lines up."

A crackle erupted from the BatComputer.

It was Zatanna. Through her hat, she summoned fireworks onto the stage. Applause came from the crowd. Some people stood up. Zatanna ran across the platform and swooped down the remaining crackles in the air into her hat.

Swish and bow.

"Thank you, thank you!" Her hat extended, head bowed, cleavage in their direction, and a wink, she caused a greater uproar. She stood up straight, smiled, and raised her arms out. "This was Zatanna Zatara, Mistress of Magic! Remember that name!"

Throb. The pressure in his balls continued and Bruce did not want it to stop. Especially as two of the cameras focused on Zatanna as she ended her show. She was a close friend of his and damn did she carry out a fantastic performance–and he wasn't talking about her magic.

His right hand massaged Katana's scalp. The swordswoman enjoyed his bare touch, which was a blend of roughness and love, and started vacuuming on his glans. Cheeks narrowing, Katana sucked and sucked and sucked–

"Ngh!"

Until she practically drained his balls of their cum. Spurt, spurt, spurt. Several strings of his thick semen went inside her. A shudder went down his spine as his balls clenched, the signal of a second wind. A fountain of thick white spunk gushed out from his veiny cock and Katana's throat persevered with its swallowing. Gulp, gulp, gulp!

Katana swallowed every drop of it, like she had done it a dozen times before. The Batman's hands carried on with its light caressing of her hair.

His cock popped out of her mouth again, wilting, and he saw Katana open in her mouth. There was sticky saliva, there was her long red tongue, but there was no sign of his cum. She had drunk all of it.

"Good work," he praised, petting her further. His voice purred as he repeated, "Good work."

As if switching internet tabs, he glanced back at the BatComputer. Though Aaron Reigner and the Chosen One had not warranted enough suspicion to be a threat, his instincts told him otherwise. Call it his detective's intuition. Call it paranoia. It didn't matter, the plan was in motion.

His blue eyes meticulously watched the screen as the young black-haired man entered Zatanna's private room. Iman was close behind. Underneath the carpet of the room was a certain magic circle that would judge whether he was the Chosen One.

This was it. This would make or break his trust. If Aaron Reigner was not the Chosen One, then he was going to bend Katana over and fuck right here and now, BatComputer be damned.

If he was…let's just say Cassandra would have to get someone new to crush on. As her adopted father, he would not allow her to interact with an individual so dangerous.