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"Good. Now why did you steal this?"

She let out a groan as a particularly large blob of cum gushed out of her. "I…I did it because I heard it was a weapon capable of removing metahuman powers. S.T.A.R Labs…apparently has a lot of these kinds of weapons. Anti-metahuman which is hot on the criminal market. I…I was going to sell it."

Aaron sighed. "And that's the problem, Catwoman. Your talents are too great to be wasted for just thievery. See, I have a daughter now. I need the Bat Family to be as strong as possible or else she won't be able to live a proper life. I need you to go back to Batman and help him in his fight against Leviathan and the Penguin."

A weak exhale. "After the dicking you gave me, baby," she laughed, "how could I ever go back to the Bat?"

Her quirky personality was leaking through. Despite all the cum jammed inside her, despite the immense volume, she resisted. Even so, his essence was tainting her from the inside and solidifying the hypnosis. Reaffirming her loyalty. His jizz continued to pour out of her in drops, relentless like the winter snow.

His eyes bore into hers as he ordered, "When I snap my fingers and say, 'Gotham's Reigner', you will snap out of control. When I say it again, you will re-hypnotized."

The cat burglar drawled. She was fighting his orders and resisting with whatever strength and might she had left in her. Even Cassandra hadn't put up this much of a fight when he tested his powers on her.

'She must really value her autonomy. Fair enough.'

Aaron felt bad but there was a reason why he came to talk to her. He needed her to go back to Batman. He needed her to actually do something for the world instead of loitering around in a museum. Catwoman–Selina Kyle–she could do so much for Gotham and she just…didn't.

In the end, she accepted her role. She nodded and said, "Yes, my master." She strolled up to him, long nails cupping his cheek. A slutty smile spread across her face. "My stallion…"

She kissed the side of his mouth while her hands raked up his chest. In an act of reflexive desire, his hand groped her heart-shaped ass. The chill of the night reminded Aaron of their precarious location. The detectives, security, S.T.A.R Labs. He needed to be back home by the time the sun rose. He glanced at the neighbourhood.

'There's a motel nearby. Hm.' Maybe it was the horny in him speaking but he could go for another three rounds. 'I mean, with Catwoman? Come on. I'd be an idiot to pass on the opportunity. Maybe I should invite Jaina and White Rabbit…Hadiyah too–make it a fivesome.'