Mission: End

The original mission was finished. Barbara and Cassandra managed to **** the information from the crime lord: apparently, there were rumours of a new organization and today's meeting was regarding its legitimacy. Little did anyone know, said organization's leader was in the room, pretending to be a civilian.

He let the girls have their fun. He didn't bother to make it easy for them with a subtle use of his pheromones. No, he wanted to see them work. Suffice to say, there was a reason the Batgirls were feared.

"Crazy bitches–"

A fist slammed into the bleeding nose and Johnny Stitches blacked out. Cassandra looked quite proud of herself.

"Sorry about that," Barbara said, smiling thinly. For the tenth time today, her boobs jiggled as she put her hands on her hips. "It can get a bit loud."

Indeed it had. Besides Johnny Stitches' decked nose, Cassandra had been threatening to chop off Tobias Whale's penis like in Game of Thrones. The once powerful, disciplined nemesis of Black Lightning coughed up the information like a lowly grunt. His balls were already crushed, there was no reason for her not to avoid his prized member. After that, the other crime lords quickly fell into place.

Plus, there was Aaron standing behind the girls with his giant cock. They already felt low in the self-esteem department.

"I'm guessing this is a Batman method of ****?" Aaron asked.

"Mhm." Cassandra latched on Aaron's arm, breasts squished pleasantly. "Old school."

"I see," Aaron replied, smiling down at her.

Barbara giggled and he could feel her gaze on his flaccid cock. She really was a Bat Whore. It had taken them so long to clean her, yet she wanted more? It was a miracle they had been able to find tissues in the first place…

The three of them exited the meeting area and stepped over the guards outside. Their steps echoed through the small hall…

"Barbara?"

Somewhere in the middle, Barbara had stopped. He and Cassandra were ahead yet she remained completely still. A drawn out sigh escaped her.

"Crap…"

"What's wrong?" Aaron asked, alarmed. "Did you forget something?"

"I can't feel my legs," Barbara said as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "This sucks."

"W-what happened?" Aaron asked, going by her side. He was hesitant to touch her since she was naked. Aaron was many things but he did his best not to be a hypocrite. Don't touch people unless they give explicit permission.

Fuck, he knew what happened.

"I can barely walk. Sorry, guys." Barbara sighed again and leaned onto Cassandra. "The neural implant must have malfunctioned. I knew this would happen…"

Because of him.

He must have fucked her too hard and her neural implant was malfunctioning as a result. Despite her predicament, Barbara didn't panic. She was as calm and cool as a cucumber as Cassandra had her arm on her shoulder and supported her limping. Aaron wasn't risking it.

"How numb are your legs?" he asked.

"Up to the halfway point, I can't feel anything. So like from my feet to my knees. Well, actually, I can still move my knees–"

"Lean on me," Aaron said. "I'm as tall as you. It'll feel better."

Cassandra slowly pushed her mentor onto Aaron. He could feel her heating up, her breasts pressed to his side and her arms secured on his naked waist. As much as Aaron pretended he wasn't enjoying this, he was, but he also had a job to do.

'Make a subtle path for me and the redhead.'

A telepathic order. He had never tried it but hopefully it would work. If he said the order out loud, Barbara would have heard. He didn't want to hypnotize her into not noticing his metahuman powers like Cassandra.

Barbara of all people deserved autonomy. The guilt would wrack on him if he hypnotized her.

The door opened.

His experiment worked.

The members of the Hedonist Society, although occupied by sweaty sex, paved a path for them. Barbara sighed in relief when she saw the convenience. She didn't suspect that it was Aaron's doing. No one did.

'My powers evolved again.' Aaron smiled to himself and held Barbara close.

Once they were outside, the secretary brought them their clothes. Before, they hadn't caught his full form but now…

Barbara hid her giggle behind a cough.

The ponytailed man's penis was tiny, like an acorn. As soon as their clothes were back on and they were in the elevator, all he and Cassandra could talk about was the secretary's lack of endowment. Despite the hiccups, the mission was fun. The drive home had a lively atmosphere.

Settled in the back of the taxi, sandwiched between Aaron and Cassandra, Barbara sighed. "Thank you guys. You did amazing. Especially you, Aaron. You might have a talent for this."

"Thanks," he replied, smiling.

"How did you distract them anyways?" she asked. "Did you swing your…you know?"

"Pfft!" The two of them burst into laughter. Aaron shook his head, grinning. "Nothing like that. I just talked to them."

"Oh, yeah?" Barbara proceeded to take off her cowl. From her pocket, she took out her glasses and used the stern librarian aesthetic to bolster her penetrating gaze. "Describe talking."

"...think compliments and praising."

"Right…"

While he and Barbara engaged in conversation, Cassandra was deathly silent. During the car ride, he wondered what exactly was going through her mind. He could sense the whirl of colours and sensations through the Emotional Spectrum.

Right up till the end of the car ride, he couldn't make sense of it.