No. Talk to Talia.

"No."

"Come on, babe! I'm dripping wet! My pussy could use more of your cum!" Selina looked up at him, fuck-me eyes at full blast. "I'm sooo horny! All I want to do is fuck you when we're this close…" A hand went down to his crotch. "Mmm….I'm serious too. We could do so many bad things upstairs…"

Aaron was tempted. Her boobs pressed to him, eyes begging, and her hand stroking his cock through his fresh pants, there really was no greater temptation. It really was unfortunate that Talia was here. "Sorry, cat. Next time."

"Worth a shot." Sighing, she zipped her costume back up and crossed her arms, waiting. She twitched and he could hear the slight hiccups in her breathing. He chuckled. She was doing her best to not seem tired from the quickie, like a kid pretending not to be out of breath after climbing a fleet of stairs.

"Hadiyah," Aaron called out. "I want to see her."

Click-clack, click-clack. With two mouse clicks, the cage started to change. The flat metal receded and shaped into bars. The gaps between were four inches wide and enough to get a clear picture of the woman inside.

Talia al Ghul. She was on the floor, cross-legged, her eyes scanning her surroundings. It went from Angel Breaker, her student, to Catwoman. Hatred writhed in her eyes.

Then it landed on him and her brows narrowed.

"The chef? No, Cassandra Cain's boytoy. Damian told me about you. What manner of a twist is this? Why am I here?" Talia demanded.

Her naked complexion was a special grade of brown, her nose was straight, and her long brows were arched. Her dark long, glossy hair hung behind her. The woman seemed to have taken to her Arab side rather than her Chinese. Judging by her scowl and her skin tone, he could see how she was Damian's mother.

Aaron put a hand on his hip. "Are you the leader of the League of Assassins?"

Talia's lips were sealed shut. Aaron sighed.

"Llet eht thurt."

It was like she had been shot in the throat. Her eyes went wide and she just barely was able to register what was happening, holding her throat as she quickly answered, "No, many people are still loyal to Angel Breaker." A gasp. An exhale. Talia stood up and glared at him, unabashed from her lack of clothing. "You are a sorcerer."

The accusation was stated with venom. His eyes wandered down her body, from her shapely tits to her tight MILF cunt. He briefly wondered how old she was. From appearance alone, she was in her twenties, an impossibility.

"Your kind are always arrogant," Talia continued. "You think you hold the world in the palm of your hand. When he was alive, my father learned of your ways. So did I." She smirked. "And I can see this cage is not protected by magic. I have been waiting for this. Kaerb–"

"Uoy t'nac esu cigam."

"–em tuo fo siht egac os I yam etims ym seimene!"

Nothing. He had rapidly casted his own magic on her, one that nullified her flow of mana. Talia's expression crumbled to shock. "What…? I do not…understand…"

From her perspective, his incantation had been so fast that it was incomprehensible. Selina put an elbow on Aaron's shoulder, smirking.

"Well, well, well. Out of options?" Selina asked. "You know, girl, you could have gotten out of here anytime but instead you wanted to meet him. A little forward, I may say, but really, really stupid."

"You." Talia grew furious. "You are supposed to be with him, with my beloved. Why are you with this man?"

Selina yawned and checked her claws as if they were nails. "Why not?"

"I knew you were not worthy of the detective," Talia seethed. "You are a measly little rodent who is unable to stay in one place. A leech."

Selina yawned again. She was really good at aggravating people. She looked up at him and explained, "I actually beat that feisty woman in a sword duel before, back when I was marrying Bruce. I remember she said I wasn't worthy. Shows what she knows, am I right?"

"Agreed," Aaron said. "Allow me to introduce myself: I am Aaron Reigner."

It was then Angel Breaker decided to speak. "He is the Chosen One." She pressed herself to his side, smirking at her former master. "I have verified it for myself."

"The Chosen One?" Talia's arrogance died a horrible, miserable ****. All of a sudden, there was panic and mortal fear in her. "The one prophesied by my father to reunite the League and bathe in the pits of Lazarus Island?"

"The very same," Angel Breaker replied. "My blade confirmed it."

Aaron stared her down. It was then Talia gained the self-awareness to go down on one knee. "It is…my apologies, Chosen One."

'Wow, that's surprising. Getting the proud Talia to her knees.'

"All my life, from childhood to adulthood, my father wished for me to be your Chosen Bride. I…I also pray forgiveness for procreating with the Batman. My father guessed he was the Chosen One but with your graceful presence I now know that is not the case."

"Hm." Her words were pretty. He needed something authentic. "How big is his dick?"

"E-excuse me?" Talia's head tilted back up, having heard him correctly but not quite wanting to believe it. He smiled like it was nothing.

"You said you procreated with him. How big was his dick?"

Beside him, Selina was quietly shaking with laughter. Talia glanced between Selina and Aaron, frowning. "...seven inches long."

A lie. So she still had feelings for her beloved. Interesting. Talia al Ghul was much more complicated than Cassandra made her out to be. She defended her beloved's dignity in spite of the Chosen One's order.

That kind of loyalty would be well-suited…for Aaron.

"Selina?" Aaron asked. At the call of her name, she let out a snicker.

"She's lying. Bruce is barely five inches." Talia was aghast by how easily Selina said those words, how easily she betrayed her old lover. There had been a silent agreement between the two, a pact perhaps, and Selina broke it without a second thought. "Personally, I'd say he's four and a half inches long and about average in girth. Overall, close to average but not quite there." Selina's elbow was still on his shoulder, the corresponding hand making gestures. "It's definitely not above six inches though. Trust me, even girl inches wouldn't go that far."

"Interesting," Aaron commented. "So you love your beloved detective that much, huh?"

"...yes," Talia admitted, recognizing she was caught red-headed. Her cheeks were darker from embarrassment. "Apologies, Chosen One. He is…my beloved for a reason. I have a son with him. You met him, yes?"

"Damian is a good kid." Aaron wasn't faking or starting a manipulation tactic. He was honest with her. "I can tell he wasn't raised well but he's making strides. Be proud."

Talia's gaze returned to the floor. He could detect the bubbling emotions inside her. Who was this man? What were his intentions? Why had he kidnapped her?

"I need someone born in the shadows," Aaron explained, answering the swirling questions in her mind. "I need someone to help me save Gotham. I need you, Talia al Ghul."

"You plan to save Gotham?" Talia asked.

"Many others have, I know. But unlike you supervillains and superheroes, I have a unique perspective. I know the plight of the ordinary. I know precisely why Gotham is the way that it is and with my powers I can solve for it. However, solutions are temporary. I need this city to last. I need your help."

Talia mulled over his words. "Ever since my father's passing, I have been lost. I had already grown tired of his manipulations and I also saw no honour in assassin work. My time at the D.E.O has been fruitful yet…unfulfilling. All I wish for is peace for myself. I seek direction." After a bated and weighty breath, she stared up at him. Her eyes were resolute. Complete. A light shone where it did not before. "I understand. Your wish is my command, Chosen One."

"Would you consent to a suggestion then?" Aaron asked. "It is a spell that will put you under my loyalty. You will retain your personality but your first priority will be me. Do you accept it?"

She did not move an inch. A knuckle to the floor, head down, on her knee, tits dangling, she said nothing.

"I cannot," Talia croaked out. "My beloveds…I cannot betray them."

The air shifted. Aaron smiled. "Good. Then you are officially a part of my team. Angel Breaker will be your master now."

"Yes, Chosen One," Angel Breaker agreed before Talia could get in a word.

"What are you–"

"You should listen to him." The voice did not belong to Hadiyah, Angel Breaker, or Selina. It was Lady Shiva, naked save for a beige bathroom robe loosely worn on her. She strutted up to the cage as if everybody wasn't wondering how she got in here. "I do not care for this Chosen One business but Aaron Reigner will liberate us. Why? Because that is what he said and he never fails to deliver."

"Lady Shiva," Talia began, breaking from her kneeling. She went to her full height and faced the respected martial artist. "What are you of all people doing? I did not strike as a woman to bow to a man."

'How did you even get here? I didn't hear you.' Aaron was impressed rather than worried. Lady Shiva still hiding tricks up her sleeves brought additional value to her position.

"I have decided to follow Aaron Reigner. That is all," Lady Shiva replied. She peered over at him, smiling, and went back to Talia with resolved eyes. "He is an exceptional human. He…opened my third eye, so to speak. He liberated me from the chains of martial artists. I give you my word, Talia al Ghul. He is worthy of your loyalty."

"Listen to the girl, she's right," Selina chimed in. "He can REALLY liberate a gal."

'Shiva doesn't even know what's going on yet she's acting like she does.' Aaron smiled to himself. 'I really must have broken her, huh? Good. I can see it in her body language. She serves me. She obeys me. Given, of course, I give her a serving of my cock every once in a while.'

To think a penis could change history's greatest martial artist into a mere servant. His abilities were growing but not in the way he thought.

"Then the ritual," Talia said, tits jiggling as she crossed her arms. "We must go to Lazarus Island with haste. You must breed with me in the pits and prove yourself to the Leagues."

"No, he shall breed with me," Angel Breaker interjected, sneering. "You are a washed-up, disrespectful–"

"Enough, whore," Aaron commanded. "One of you is the Chosen Bride, yes? Then we will see who it is on the day of."

Glares and snarls were exchanged. His simple yet firm command was obviously not the most viable solution. However, Aaron wasn't particularly irritated. His mind was preoccupied by an idea.

'If I can get the Shadows and Assassins in one area, I could potentially mass hypnotize everyone there. I would have a collective legion of a thousand strong men and women. They would be forever binded to me. From what Cass told me, both the Assassin and Shadows are ruthless mercenaries with no sense of self. Under my hypnosis, they could at least do some good with their skills.'

He merely needed to master his hypnosis to such a scale. It was easier said than done. 'Nothing worth doing is easy though.'

"I'll tell you once I'm ready for it," Aaron said. He guessed advancing his hypnosis to that level would require a couple weeks. "For now…unlock her cage, Hadiyah. Angel Whore, fetch Talia some clothes."

He wasn't going to fuck Talia, not today. He wasn't a monster. He would make good on his promise and breed her when she wanted him to.

For now…patience.

After all, stage two of the plan was practically complete.