I automatically clicked the one I didn't recognize

Peyton "Ventriloquist" Riley, 23, is currently in her cell in Arkham. She wants to masturbate, but 'Scarface' is ordering her not to cum until they are reunited. The medication she has been given by Dr. Young is making it difficult to hear 'Scarface,' but she still does, even though she pretends not to as part of her effort to convince the doctor to release her.

There was a profile picture of the voluptuous blonde Ventriloquist, her hair combed forward to cover the scar on the right side of her face. She always wore it like that. I hadn't known her name, but I knew that face and body. I'd seen her in the library...

But why just her? I'd interacted with her a bit more than the others...and I'd touched her. Nothing inappropriate, I wasn't that far gone, but Bane had startled her and she'd fallen into me. I'd had to hold her until she could be searched to make sure she hadn't grabbed anything.

Could that be it? But I'd touched a lot more women than that in my life...

A pop-up appeared.

Helpful Hint: A target must be touched in order to make a connection, but they will only appear on the list if they have wronged you in some way and you are attracted to them.

That was...scary, this was some sort of magic/telepathic tech? I should report it...but then I thought for a moment. Peyton hadn't wronged me...but she had wronged everyone in Gotham with her little schemes...

And she was clearly planning to continue, despite Arkham's best efforts to rehabilitate her. But if she was obedient to me...then she could really be rehabilitated, couldn't she? And damn near every female inmate was smoking hot, I could rehabilitate the lot of them. Make Gotham and Arkham a better place. Right?

As I was justifying it to myself, I realized something. How the fuck had Alyce, Penelope or Francine wronged me?

Francine, okay, she was gruff and blunt, but not particularly worse than any other boss I’d had and I’d barely interacted with the other two. Frankly, I’d wronged them more than the other way around, unless they’d done something while I was fantasizing about them?

Well, maybe their was some information in their profiles? So I clicked back and through the higher ups.

No information, just profile pictures, names and ages. All other information was 'locked, insufficient submission.'

Frustrated, I tried Bridgette. Same thing, but this time it was 'locked, insufficient arousal.'

Which was...okay, so based on the different submission levels, maybe more information was unlocked as submission increased, but then, well, this was obviously sex-connected. The pop-up had said that I had to be attracted to them (and a tiny spark of an idea about how to deal with some of the other targets sprung up in my the depths of my perverted mind and balls, making my cock jump) and now referenced arousal.

A combination then, submission status and arousal, which was why I'd gotten information about Peyton, she'd been wanting to masturbate, she'd been aroused. Bridgette wasn't, so I got nothing...

That just left, I clicked Asa's and the profile pic popped up.

Beautiful Asa, Asian, fit, beautiful, perverted, perfect. I've lost count of the times I'd fucked her pussy, her ass, her throat. Every inch of her had been covered in my seed. Maybe that explained why her profile pick was her after a particularly fulsome facial had decorated her face, rather than the professional images of everyone else...

She'd also been funny, adventurous and outgoing, but after so long without a woman, I was mostly remembering the former.

Which meant that the news that:

Asa is currently lying to Andre Jackson about how large his cock is and that it's too big for her tight little ass. It is not, but he can't see that she's rubbing her clit, so she is going to manage to orgasm on his cock for the second time today. She's planning to move into his apartment, as she's very sick of living at home again with her parents interfering with her sex life.

was pretty painful. Andre was internal affairs. Not involved in tossing me, just a rat and a dickhead. I couldn't blame her for moving on, but it didn't make me exactly happy to know that. I put the phone away.

I'd get some sleep and consider what I should do when I'd had a night's sleep.