Mission: Start

Aaron Reigner's powers had limits. He was growing exponentially but he required time, knowledge, and effort. He couldn't just waltz up to everyone, bind them in a hypnosis, and make them do as he pleased. He had gone from saliva and cum to eye contact. Put differently, his range was still tight and kept together.

It couldn't be a mere glance either. He required two seconds of direct eye contact to establish a link. With women, it was no problem. With men, not so much. His tendency to drawl and appear cool was to his detriment.

The journey up the elevator was tense. He and Cassandra exchanged a couple jokes which Barbara did not seem to find amusing.

"On, off," Cassandra said, snickering. "On, off."

The cowl Aaron was wearing belonged to Batman. It could flick between white lenses and transparent lenses. In other words, he could look like an accurate Batman or a cosplay Batman. It was funny to see the switch.

"I think the white lens is better. Hides my identity completely, you know?" Aaron said.

Cassandra nodded eagerly. "Mhm, mhm."

"I know you're new to this, Aaron, but please. We need to be focused. Stick to the transparent lens, we don't need them suspecting us." Barbara sighed. Aaron decided to listen to her. "Is the mask okay?" she asked.

"A little tight but it's fine," Aaron responded. "I do like the cool features."

"Try not to mess with it too much," Barbara said.

It was a Batman mask linked to the BatComputer. There was a Detective Mode and everything. Aaron felt like he was in a game when he activated it. It could detect heart beats, use x-ray vision, and indicate truths and lies. There were a hundred additional features that Barbara said he wasn't allowed to interact with. Fair enough.

The elevator door opened.

Barbara winced. Aaron and Cassandra exchanged playful looks.

The entrance to the Gotham Hedonist Society exuded an air of grandeur and mystery. A pair of intricately carved double doors stood tall, resembling a golden gate.

There was a naked man to the side, a secretary sitting at a desk. Guarding the entrance were two burly men nearly twice Aaron's size, one black and one white. Buff, arms as strong as tree trunks, and penises hanging nearly four inches down. Intimidating…assuming it had been a male other than Aaron.

"This is it," Barbara whispered. She and Cass were already wearing their Batgirl masks, although their designs couldn't be any more different. Whereas Barbara's mask was purple, pointy, and covered the upper half of her face, Cassandra's was a wrapped black fabric. From the outside, one would wonder how she could see.

As they approached, the bouncers tightened up. The golden gates were open and waiting.

The secretary spoke lazily and in a drawn out manner. He wore a green necklace and his hair was tied in a ponytail. "Proper attire means no attire. Also, show your membership, please."

"I know, I know." Somehow, his words agitated Barbara immensely. She handed three forged membership cards and the secretary accepted it without a second look. "Come on, guys…" she muttered, unbuttoning her jeans. The three of them silently agreed to strip without looking at each other.

'Since this is a secret meeting, security is loose. Lucky.'

Aaron didn't have an issue taking off his clothes. Call it a new fetish or an adjustment to nudity, he swept himself off his garments at the same pace as Cassandra. The secretary was back in his seat, uncaring, while the two buff guards watched him.

His body was lean. Aaron didn't have a ridiculous eight-pack but he was muscular to a degree. He could feel Cassandra eyeing his toned back. Once he was left in his boxers, he smiled at the guards innocently and unveiled his manhood with a quick yank.