Hypnosis

...spat in her drink.

'I can't believe I'm doing this.'

However, if his theory was correct, he could hypnotize her with his saliva. If his sperm could it, why couldn't any of his other fluids? Since pissing and cumming were out of the picture, one option remained..

Hadiyah returned, all smiles. The atmosphere was great and Aaron felt bad for doing this. But his desire to help Gotham and Cassandra outweighed whatever moral implications were involved.

"So you were saying about your college professor?" Aaron said, acting casual.

"Oh, yes." His gaze trailed Hadiyah's fingers curling around the cup. "He failed me simply because he couldn't accept being wrong. The office got involved. They sided with me, of course."

"Of course," Aaron supplied.

Hadiyah picked it up and drank. Aaron waited. He watched.

There was silence.

He met her eyes.

Empty.

"Hello?"

Her response was immediate. "Yes, Master."

Relief flowed from his breath. "When I snap my fingers and say, 'Gotham's Reigner', you will snap out of control. When I say it again, you will re-hypnotized. Understood?" A nod from Hadiyah. "Good. Now, do you know about Jace Fox and Batman?"

"Yes, Master. I know about his vigilantism because I am Nobody."

His eyes narrowed. "Nobody?"

"An off-shoot of the Question. From Renee Montoya, the second Question specifically. I am a vigilante," Hadiyah explained. "I am Nobody."

He tilted his head. "So what do you know exactly? About Leviathan and the League of Shadows?"

"Through various superhero networks and the findings in the library of the Guild of Detection, I have discovered they have been setting up tournaments. They capture fifty-two men and fifty-two women and **** them to participate in games."

Aaron blinked seven times. That was a lot to digest. "Why?"

"To find The One. That is why."

"Who is The One?"

"I don't know. They are searching for him, Master. That is all I know of The One."

He licked his lips. His eyes went up and down her coated blue figure. No sign of her brown complexion but he could see signs of her curves, so subtle he thought he was imagining it.

His pants tightened. All of a sudden, he felt thirsty.

"Fuck," he muttered to himself, rubbing his eyes. He wasn't going to have sex with her, not when she didn't give consent–

"Master." A warmth touched his crotch. He froze and tilted his head up. Hadiyah had come uncomfortably close, her hijab bordering her face beautifully. They didn't kiss, however, as she continued massaging his cock through his pants. "I wish to serve you."

"Right…who is saying this?" His breath touched her lips. "My servant or Hadiyah?"

"Both," she replied, leaning in closer till their foreheads touched. "My consciousness is fighting your hypnosis but still finds you very, very hot." She shuddered. "I've never invited a man to my home before. My mother has been begging for me to marry. Jace was one of my options, but then you appeared. You are much more attractive and we get along well." Her fingers laced around his zipper. "You are ordinary. Unproblematic. Safe."

"So that's what this was about. Getting me to eventually marry you?" His lips twisted upwards. "How long until you tell me?"

Hadiyah, her conscious mind working in tandem with the hypnosis, took a few seconds to conjure an answer. "Three months. However, if it came down to just sex, I would have settled for it tonight. You're quite the catch."

Aaron barked out a chuckle. "Three months and then asking for my hand in marriage? And sex on the first night? Not even a date? You really were ****." He could feel his cock getting harder and her hands slipping through to touch it.