I’ll call you Don?”

“Sure… For now…” Donovon was fine with that, his sheer indifference still shining through.

“Well, that’ll work, Don, come on, uhh, I’ll show you the team. The Crimebusters.”

“... Nah… Let’s go get a drink…” As Donovon said this, they both suddenly appeared within a random bar in the city, as a group of shouted happily ay Nite Owl, while others were still perturbed on Donovon’s blue, and still naked, form, they were both in a booth in an instant, as people were unconsciously guided to serve them top shelf liquor. “Let us celebrate, Daniel…”

“Celebrate what?” Daniel was confused, as he took a sip of the bitter beverage.

“The newest member of the Crimebusters, that’s what, Daniel…” As the cup before Donovon floated to his lips, as he drank it all in one gulp, utterly unaffected by the perceived toxins in his near celestial body.

“That’s great Don, that’s just great, they’ll love you. I just know it.” As Daniel was ecstatic, the pair began drinking to their hearts content.

And after not even thirty minutes, a group of beautiful women walked up to them both, some for Nite Owl, as he was a rare sight, but a few had seen what Donovon looked like when he entered, and a specific part of him interested them immensely.

As the group began talking, everyone was amiable to them both, and a few of the women were gazing at him intently, as one of those baser instincts he mentioned earlier came to fruition, as his equine member slammed against the bottom of the table, with a heavy thud.

This brought a grin to the women's faces, as they asked the both of them to follow the group to their rooms, and as the guys found no reason to deny, they all went to leave, but with a little cosmic trickery, Donovon transferred them all to the hall of the women, after a brief peek through their stories, cutting it off before he was submerged in the boundless information that was to come.

Then, as the grinning Nite Owl was grinning to himself, he was dragged into the room by his fangirls, and as Donovon was standing in the hall, four women were standing around him, gazing at him intently, or more precisely, the mighty, turgid member that was bobbing about with every slight motion.

The women grabbed his oddly cool form, and led him into a different room beside the one Note Owl went into.

As Donovon was led into the room, as the women were discussing who’d go first, he absurdly made three other physical copies of himself, as they strutted towards three of the women, as Donovon chose to go for the most beautiful one, as he reached his hand towards her, and as she held it, they were gone.

After an instant, the pair were in the sky, standing on nothing, as the woman began to panic, but soon, she found she was in no danger, so she began fluttering about the nonexistent platform she was on, as she took both of Donovon’s hands and began spinning them both in circles.

As the woman was giggling so tenderly in his hands, the emotionless being that he tried to overcome the eternal indifference, but he couldn’t bring his mind to change. He was utterly gobsmacked at his inability to feel.

As the entrancing figure he was taking in danced around in his arms, Donovon began bringing them both higher and higher.

After a minute, they were ten thousand miles above the ground, though neither of them were struggling to breath, with Donovon’s own tender control, they were going to space.

And after five minutes, the woman with him was exclaiming in awe at each and every thing around them, as she was holding onto him fondly, as they swayed across the abyss that was space.

Donovon was actively participating with the women in the room, experiencing every orifice he was invading, hearing every moan, every cry of pain and pleasure, every move made to ensure the maximum pleasure possible, experiencing all the pleasure that came with it.

All the while, Donovon was embracing the one who had the true him, if any of them were the true him, actually.

But regardless, Donovon focused his already entirely straight face, as he asked the woman her name. “Hello, my dear… What, pray tell, is your name…?”

She responded sweetly, “Oh, my name is Marianne Elrenae, but you can call me Mari.”

She winked as she said that, and Donovon’s blank face stared back, as an odd smile went to his face, as he spoke again, “Yes dear Mari, let us look about the cosmos… Anywhere you want to go…?”

As he asked this, she ignored it, as she leapt onto his form, kissing him voraciously, bringing even Donovon’s cosmic indifference to a near halt, as he grinned, his monstrous member holding her up, as she began grinding on his equine cock.