Kinda.

In the dimly lit depths of one of Gotham's intricate cave systems, Aaron arrived. Darkness and despair swept him and with an exhale he broke through. He surveyed the scene before him. He wasn't invisible but everybody was so busy they didn't notice him.

At the forefront stood Red Hood, AKA Jason Todd, his grip firm on the God Killer sword that he had bestowed upon him. The sword gleamed with an otherworldly radiance, its jagged edges catching the minimal light in the cavern. Next to him, Artemis poised with her lasso, her determined stance ready for battle.

Bizarro–Aaron had never met him before. He was absurdly buff and tall, and he flexed his pale blue-ish muscles as his eyes flickered with a sense of purpose. He did not exude the same idiocy from his battles with Superman on the television. No, he was ready to fight the darkness.

John Constantine stood a few paces away, cigarette in hand as he muttered incantations under his breath. He summoned several barrier spells on Jason and Artemis to protect them from the close proximity of the darkness. Nearby, Zatanna, was panting in exhaustion as though she had casted several spells consecutively.

Etrigan the great demon was down on the ground, bleeding and **** yet writhing in pain. The power of despair affected him stronger than anyone else.

Detective Chimp was nowhere in sight. In spite of that, Aaron could sense him far above, his feet on the section above them. His life signature was very unique even amongst metahumans. He couldn't blame him for staying away. The atmosphere of the battle was not good.

Finally, the source of the despair. A contorted entity in the shape of a woman. An oppressive wave of energy came from her.

Floating above, he watched. She screeched. Zatanna held her head. Agony and despair was written over every expression. Aaron could see an outline of magic on anyone, courtesy of Zatanna's. If not for the Earth's strongest magician, all of them would have died on the spot.

"I ammmmmm Daaaameeee Meercilessss…!"

It was as though the long the woman existed, the deeper they delved into pain.

His pants suddenly loosened. 'Huh?' He glanced down and used his super vision. He saw his hefty, monstrous flaccid cock and balls. It was…twitching. And not in a good way.

He squinted. His cock was…shrinking? What the fuck? No, no, no, no!

Nine inches, eight inches, seven–

His balls contracted and Aaron lurched forward in pain. 'Fuck, fuck, what is this!?'

Despair. He felt true despair.

His hands pressed to his crotch, he could feel it shrinking by the second. Balls and cock losing size and weight.

He didn't waste a second. He ignored the tingly sensation, dropped down next to Jason, and blasted Dame Merciless with Sixth Dimensional energy. Impossibility made into a reality-altering attack.