Even more control

In other words, everyone who attended Bruce Wayne's forty-second birthday party was under his control and they didn't even know it. Did he feel bad? No. Because mostly everyone here was a rich piece of shit who refused to share their wealth. There were exceptions, of course, but he could smell the stench of corruption on their jewellery and perfume. Blood diamonds, unsustainable fragrances, and fabrics sewed by the hands of the children of Gotham. It was time to give back.

It also totally eliminated Batman as a threat. Even if he decided to confront him, he would lose the instant Aaron activated the energies within himself. The hypnosis buried deep in his psyche would rise and Batman would become a mere servant of his. Unless the Bat could see the tiniest traces of magic, which he hadn't given how eagerly he ate and drank, it was a done-deal. Aaron had officially won in the war of cat and mouse.

'It was fun while it lasted, Batman. A good game.'

His gaze swept the hall. Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Luke Fox, Helena Bertinelli, Vicki Vale…

'Wait, Vicki is here?'

He double-checked. Yes, it was the curvy redhead alright, flirting with a rich old man in order to get crumbs of information. Huh, he hadn't noticed. Well, it didn't make a difference. Her pussy belonged to him. This coaxing for information was merely a means to an end.

Regardless, the number of nameless rich people was what truly mattered. The main stars of Gotham, despite their importance, would mean nothing if Aaron didn't hold control over the cream of the crop. There was a reason that Batman in all his years of vigilantism has been unable to slow down crime. The issue required both a systemic solution as well as a superpowered solution. He needed to forcibly erase corruption and cut the supervillains and crime families from their source.

One by one, the rich ate.

One after one, they secretly joined his reign of change.

His order would be simple: coordinate with one another and dedicate ten percent of your incomes into health and medicine. Construct hospitals, establish mental health institutions besides Arkham Asylum, and put donations into food stamps and schools. Imitate what Bruce Wayne has been doing except as a collective. One man could not change the blood-seeped corruption of the city, but together they could.

How? Again, Aaron was learning to wield magic and evolved in its usage at an unprecedented scale. He merely needed a minute to himself and he would be able to telepathically give the order no matter where in the universe he was. The power of the Collective **** and magic–two of the Seven Harmonious Forces–working in tandem.

Not now though. For now, he would let the magic settle. Moreover, not every single person at the party had the ability to follow his orders and some he simply didn't wish to burden with. Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson, for example. It wouldn't give them an order like that.

Nevertheless, Aaron decided to reward himself. He saw Selina leading Bruce away. The party at the Bat Cave was ready to start; meaning, the cameras were unwatched. He could erase the footage with magic once the event had passed.

Technically, he could choose any woman in the party but that sounded a little too rapey for his liking. He wanted someone who already wanted him. He wanted a level of consent.

He told Jaina to intermingle and scope potential millionaires and multi-millionaires to manipulate. Meanwhile, he approached a certain brown-skinned woman in a dark blue pantsuit…

'I saw the way she was looking at me. If there's anyone here willing to fuck, it's her.'