A cat is in the house

There was just one last piece. One final chess piece he needed to control: Julia Pennyworth. The Nest. The one vaguely aware of his activities within We Are Robin. She only knew his first name and the Bat Family certainly hadn't told her about him due to their strained relationship, but given time and a little luck she would connect the dots. With the upcoming birthday, he was going to investigate and figure out where she was heading. Then, he would hypnotize her in ignoring him–in letting him live his life with his daughter.

He peered down at Claire Clover. Gotham Girl. She had been fucked stupid and even her advanced biology couldn't save her. Arms lolled out and dangling from the couch, small tits vibrating back to normal, cunt bubbling out ridiculous loads of cum, and her eyes and lips wet with tears and drool. She was done. Finished. The hypnosis would settle and he would order her to pretend he was an ordinary person.

Because that was all Aaron Reigner wanted. He wanted to help Gotham City while still remaining an ordinary person. Control people and things from the shadows, remaining safe and sound as the city turned brighter and cleaner. That was how he did things. That was how he wanted it for the rest of his life. The Manhunter, the Chosen Messenger, blessed him with this opportunity. He was forever thankful for it.

"Well, well, well…it seems my little stallion has been busy."

A feline voice giving off pure, unadulterated sex purred. There was only woman in Gotham who could make a man hard with a mere whisper of her voice: Catwoman. She stood in the middle of the room, in costume, eating a slice of pizza from an open box on the table. Her tongue sucked in the cheese. Aaron got off the couch.

"Catwoman." Selina Kyle. The name didn't matter. He pretended not to be surprised, pretended that he had noticed the cat burglar even though he definitely hadn't. "What do you want?" He got off the couch and stood up. Her green eyes flickered down to his nether regions and glowed with arousal. She licked her lips and then met his eyes.

"My, oh my." Her eyes darted to his crotch repeatedly, bringing attention to it. She purred. "Your big fat horse cock is hanging out. A girl could get used to something like that…"

Though tucked in clothing, his cock hung from the unzipped portion of his pants. Aaron didn't particularly care. At this point, standing nude or half-nude made no difference to him. He crossed his arms and tilted his head. "Why did you come here?"

"Coincidence, really." Catwoman shrugged, raising her shoulders dramatically. "Bats told me to check up on Ms. Claire Clover over there. Make sure she's recovering properly. Maybe even give her a pep talk."

"How long were you watching?"

"Since you creampied her, which means not very long, right?" She took off her helmet and goggles, and winked. Aaron inhaled. He hadn't noticed. This was Catwoman, arguably the stealthiest woman on the planet, but still…

"Things are going well with Batman?" he asked, switching topics.

Catwoman sighed, turned, and started to walk. A campy, seductive sway of the hips, exposing the way her tight leather outfit outlined the arch of her back. The light reflected on the material and highlighted her ass cheeks too. "See, just as you wanted, I slept with the Bat." Inside the kitchen, she turned on the tap and drank a glass of water. She let out a loud, raspy gasp. She returned, her zipper undone to reveal her cleavage. "Admittedly, it was quite good. He was angry and hard. Needing to release the steam from Leviathan and all that. Like you predicted, he's stronger than ever. More motivated. Amazing, isn't it? A little pussy cat can get the great Batman to work like an animal. Even so, I couldn't help but feel a little…unsatisfied. The hole in my heart was filled but the hole in my pussy wasn't."

His eyes flickered from his serene features down to her exposed cleavage. Her nipples remained hidden, teasing him. This outfit, this specific set of the zipper, it was classic Catwoman. "You seriously want to get railed? Here? While Claire is still here? She could wake up any second. She's a pseudo-Kryptonian."

"You're the one with the cock hanging out."

"And you're the one with your tits out."

"Aw. You caught me." She approached him, slow and sensual, and put her hands on his chest. Her lips hovered close to his ear. "Come on, stallion. Why not? Even if she wakes up, maybe we can teach her a thing or two~" She nibbled on him and sucked on his neck. Aaron didn't visibly react. His eyes glanced down at the ravenous space of her boobs. This close, he could see her tits plainly.

'She's a bigger pervert than me.'

The fuckfest began. He started off by grabbing her ass through her leather costume and making out with her. A classic. He decided to keep it nice and short as he shoved Catwoman against the wall, kissing her wildly and without restraint. Claire had just lost her virginity. When she woke up, she would need comfort and a small dosage of hypnosis. He didn't need the cat burglar to be around when he did that.

"Still not hard," Catwoman gasped out, holding his limp cock with her gloved hand. "Don't tell me you're empty?"

He didn't rise to her provocation and interrupted her train of thought with another kiss. Catwoman understood. She pressed against him, legs enveloping waist, and using him to carry her own weight. The kiss continued for another minute. The skill gap between the virgin Claire and Catwoman was vast. She actually tasted him, wanted him, needed him, and lapped him up like an animal. Her booty was gripped voluptuously. He rolled the mounds in his hands. Due to the arch of her back, it was impossible to find an ass of this quality, this curve.

The kiss deepened. His cock twitched and slapped her rear. Catwoman slipped away from him, smirking. "Now I have your attention, hm?" She leapt off of him, stepping back with the narrowest pair of fuck-me eyes he had ever seen, and turned to put her hands on the wall. She wagged her ass enticingly. The captivating pair of ass cheeks hidden yet tightened by leather.

"This costume is a little different from my other one. It has a zipper directly for my pussy. Me and Batman used to fuck on the rooftops." Catwoman licked her lips, looking over her shoulder with an addicting pair of eyes. Aaron spanked her once. Only once. Even so, she moaned like a bitch in heat.

"Good work," he praised. "You can carry my cum inside you that way as well."

"I know, I know. You're welcome."

The second he unzipped it, a rush of fluids fell. Soapy and honey-like, wanting, no, needing escape from the stimulating circumstances. The hung cock, the face, the kisses, the flirtation. Catwoman was damper than a cat in water. He immediately hardened and slapped the hot pipe on her ass. Catwoman mewled.

"So long~! It reaches so far!"

"Five minutes," Aaron announced. "I'll be done with you in five minutes."

"Meow~! Challenge accepted, babe!"

Aaron pulled back and aligned his dong. He didn't wait to enter. He bucked his hips back and thrusted forward. The wind was taken from her. So many inches, so much cock, all at once. It was clear Aaron had no attention in wasting time. In fact, he wasn't even aiming to pleasure her. He just started fucking her relentlessly.

"W-w-wait~!" Catwoman arched and wailed. Already, the bones and nerves in her pumped in adrenaline. Her stamina, her endurance, it felt like the fibre of being absorbed. Sucked. Destroyed. Replaced by joy, euphoria and the air of utopia. "W-wait! F-fuck! Cock! Too big! Cock! T-t-tooo deeeeep~!"

He jackhammered Gotham Girl. But Catwoman? He was rapidly drilling her. He was mercilessly pounding into her. The strength, the precision, it was otherworldly. Godly.

"I'm gonna cum! Cum! Cum! Cum–" She didn't cum once or twice–no, she came multiple times in a row. Three, four, five, six…it kept going like a chain reaction. Every time to the womb, every pound to her deepest regions equated to an intense orgasm. Her knees buckled.

"I'm cummmming~!"

The understatement of the century. She must have orgasmed thirty times in a matter of three minutes. Each climax wild and heated, each long and continuous, each riding out to another orgasm. It was never ending. The seductive, proud Catwoman was slobbering like a dog. Her eyes rolled back as she hung on with every fibre of her soul. Even that was getting crushed by the immense length and girth of his cock.

The four minute mark hit. Aaron had been keeping count. He was calm and cool as ever, merely smiling as he watched her break down. He spanked her. A sign. A message. Catwoman didn't respond verbally, too overwhelmed and busy reeling from stimulation.

He came.

His balls, hidden by his pants, contracted. He pushed himself until pelvis and ass were joint and shot out the most greatest load the cat burglar had ever experienced. Thick, white jets that were unprecedented in speed and quality. Her eyes went wide and managed to gain a semblance of rationality as he spewed and overloaded her womb–as he painted her inside white with his seed. He seemed to cover everything, cool everything, stain everything. There was no escape.

"You're cumming so much! Oghn~♡!"

It was like his cum knocked something loose in her and granted her speaking privileges again. He spanked her. She could feel the cum slush inside her and leave in heaps as he pulled out. Dribbles fell down as his cock retreated. Aaron spanked her again.

"Haahn~♡! Haahn~♡!"

She was on cloud nine, having achieved a state of glorious release she could never have experienced normally. She gasped and ached for the air as if it was paradise.

Slut. Whore. Cum queen.

Her little hole was completely fucking stuffed. Absolute filled with white. Her pussy could hardly be seen.

"Did you enjoy it?" he taunted.

"Y-yeshhh~! Yesssh~! Mmmm…"

By this point, Aaron was the god of sex. He knew how to make a woman's legs go jelly. It was like second nature. He knew things other males didn't. He could see it in her tiny twitches and moans: Bruce never made her cum like Aaron did. He never made her legs go jello. He had never made her shake or struggle to breathe.

When he had yanked his dick out, she convulsed and gasped. His cum poured out of her in heaves, her womb so full she couldn't control her own body, her trained limps refusing to take orders. It was like her nerves and synapses took orders from him. Obeyed him.

"Leave and zip yourself up," Aaron ordered, pulling his pants up. "And keep the cum inside you. I expect you run on the rooftops with it for a while."

"Y-yess…."

Could Bruce ever live up to Aaron's performance? Never. They were on completely different sides in sexual ability. But he could at least provide the thief with the emotional stability she needed. Aaron certainly couldn't. One look at her and he got horny. One look at her leather costume and he wanted to shove his cock down her tits. That was no way for a relationship. To his knowledge, amongst the various lovers she slept with and committed to, Batman was the only individual who liked and enjoyed her for more than her body. Everybody, even an insatiable slut like her, deserved happiness.

"By the way, are the two of you together? You and Batman, I mean? Are you officially dating?" Aaron clarified. It took a long, long while for her to reply. She needed air. She needed stability. A balance in her soul, mind, and body.

"N-no," Catwoman gasped out, dizzy as she stared at the wall, "n-nothing like that. I…mmm…I suppose we love, hah, each other…" A glob of cum slumped from her hole as she said it. Aaron knitted his brows in thought, glancing between Catwoman and Gotham Girl. Both fucked, both creampied, both leaking. While Catwoman managed to keep the strength in her legs, Gotham Girl had long since lost consciousness. An example of training versus natural talent.

"Not dating yet, huh? I see." On the floor was her discarded helmet and goggles. An idea popped into his head as he eyed them. "Before you leave, I need you to do something for me…"