Gotta finish Vicki off first.

Aaron double-checked but no dice. There wasn't a single sex tape of Bruce Wayne and Vicki Vale–the legendary billionaire playboy and reporter duo were seemingly amiss from the collection. No selfie, no dick pic, no nudes, no screenshots, nothing. Thinking about it, it shouldn't have been surprising given that Bruce Wayne was Batman. If there was a mark or scar that could identify him as the controversial vigilante, the media would hound him and the Batman would be rendered obsolete. Even so, Aaron was slightly disappointed he didn't get to see the Dark Knight in action. He was the goddamn Batman. Who didn't want to see what he could do in bed?

He switched to her emails and proceeded to scour every bit of information he could find. Every sent message, every received email, every rough and incomplete draft.

That was where Aaron found it–in the drafts. Something potentially big. Vicki had compiled several versions of the email and was seemingly contemplating on sending it to her boss. Several properties were being brought under a company deftly titled as Angel. Legally and with a majority of the properties being empty warehouses and storage areas. Vicki's final thoughts and analysis were cut and to the point: there was a new crime boss in Gotham. Wealthier and more discreet compared to the supervillains of previous years.

'So she went to that party because she thought one of the rich assholes knew something about this Angel,' Aaron thought. 'And when she didn't find information regarding Angel, she came to the bar looking for a good fuck. That answers a lot of things.'

Aaron got his phone and took pictures of her emails. He spent close to an hour reading and snapping photos of whatever he deemed important. He wasn't a hero or a civilian. He wasn't super interested in justice or truth, but it wouldn't sit right with him if he ignored this.

By the time Vicki awoke, his sweaty, pungent member was on top of her face, laying languidly.

"Eh?"

Vicki blinked back into reality and the stench pressing her nose rejuvenated her. Aaron's flaccid member demanded it be served and her tongue licked a humble vein as if it had a mind of its own. Her breathing was shaky as her cunt became drenched. The last remnants of Aaron's seed flowed out of her stretched hole but there was no doubt it was about to be replaced.

Sid Bunderslaw, Bruce Wayne, they were amateurs compared to Aaron Reigner. Vicki had investigated that fact thoroughly, which was why she eloping with him in the first place. She craved this higher degree of pleasure–this heavenly, exhilarating realm of untapped potential. The Gotham reporter gulped in anticipation.

This was the deal, after all.