Catwoman and White Rabbit

Aaron sat beside her, his dick going limp. He had the time and everybody in the party was still closeby. Though Bruce Wayne had left, that didn't mean the party had to stop. He could sense that very few of his puppets had left.

'Woah, wait. I can sense them. I can sense their location like a…like a bat using sound waves. An echolocation.'

Yes, that was the word: echolocation. This was new. Perhaps he had evolved due to the number of times he enchanted the food?

'Good, good. I'm getting closer to that mass hypnosis spell I want for the League of Assassins and Shadows.'

Every day, Aaron was growing. Every day, he felt like he was gaining a better grasp on himself. If he had accepted Manhunter's full power, he would have leapt to the level of a god already. He wouldn't have needed all this.

He didn't regret it, strangely. This journey of power and self-exploration was fun in its own right. Staring at the palm of his hands, he could see a map of Gotham and the various people caught in his hypnosis without knowing it. They walked, they shifted…

Hadiyah was at home, along with Angel Breaker, Talia al Ghul, and Lady Shiva. 'Strange, I haven't put Shiva or Talia in my hypnosis. But…I can sense them.'

Oh. He understood. For example, he could still see the Manhunter in Heaven, a realm layers of infinity away, yet could not see Hell. The distance should have been the same, unless there were rules and limitations on his powerset–on his super sight and his sensing abilities. From what he could gather, his powers were tied to intention and intimacy.

Sandra Wu-san and Talia al Ghul had sworn loyalty to him. It must have activated two of the Seven Forces inside him: Faithfulness and the Emotional Spectrum.

'My powers are vague and flexible. It's like Manhunter said, it all depends on my mindset. But since I'm incomplete, it's taking a while to take shape. I have to take these weird shortcuts.'

Vague and flexible…he could deal with that. He could adapt. It was what Aaron was good at.

Through his orgasm, he had sensed two presences hovering behind the door. Outside, waiting, guarding. 'Hm. I can now telepathically sense victims of my hypnosis. Interesting. Maybe I could also send them a message.' He closed his eyes. 'Come in.'

The handle moved and the door slowly creaked open. It was Jaina Hudson, followed by Selina Kyle. The sleek black dress of the cat glided across the floor. He got an eyeful of their cleavages before looking up at their faces.

"Jaina, I expected you. Selina, on the other hand…" Aaron trailed off. "...you're here earlier than I expected."

"Sorry, sorry," Selina said, offering a hand raised in apology. "See, there was a huge opportunity for me to accelerate the plan and now that I did it, well, there's no point in not telling you, right? Not when you're in the manor."

Like obedient little sluts, the two of them stripped themselves of their dresses. With no bra or panties underneath, they practically stepped out into nudity, like they were one step removed from public indecency–one wardrobe malfunction away. While Selina had that little jiggle to her breasts and a phenomenal model walk and hip sway, Jaina had that delectable titty bounce.

'So that's the difference between D-cups and G-cups.' Aaron smiled to himself. 'Like coconuts to watermelons.' The dichotomy was amusing to watch in real time. Close and closer, they strutted. Closer and closer, their hearty knockers came.

Rather than serve his flaccid cock, Selina sat to his left and Jaina plopped to his right.

The mission came before all else, after all. If they acted according to wishes, they would be rewarded with a helping of his cock. Hypnosis or not, it was their innermost desire.

"Little Brucie is fast asleep," Selina elaborated, licking her lips. "For his birthday, I emptied his balls. Like…empty emptied it. He came six times tonight, a record. No creampies, of course, because those are exclusively for you and Mr. Wayne doesn't want to make another Damian. It's quite hilarious, really."

"Mhm. And?" Aaron asked.

"Again, I emptied him BAD. You know that noise a deflating balloon makes? That's his dick right now. No sperm in those walnuts of his whatsoever. He's probably not gonna be able to cum for at least a couple weeks. You should have seen it, his dick was like a little worm when I was done, it was hilarious!" Fingers over her lips, Selina giggled. She sounded incredibly proud of herself. Her hands reached down into her tits and she pulled out a tiny chip. "And also very, very ****…"

Aaron squinted, then smiled broadly. "You didn't, Selina…"

"Meow, I did." Her smile mirrored his and she dropped the chip onto Aaron's bare thigh. "All Wayne Enterprise satellites are in this baby here. In other words, you can now spy on the world like Batman can."

"Good work." Aaron picked the chip up with one hand and stroked Selina's thigh with the other. "With this, Hadiyah can hone in on the most **** parts of Gotham. We can see and check if there's corruption or hidden criminal areas. This changes everything." He sent her another look of approval. "Fantastic. You did amazing work here, Selina."

Selina winked, green eyes shimmering. "I give a mean birthday sloppy toppy."

"And I'm quite good at networking," Jaina interjected, hogging the attention of the male. Her larger chest was puffed out and her hand was over her cleavage. A smirk spread across her face, a sign of victory. "I was able to create a list of the most wealthy people in the party."

"Ah, let me guess. You got them under the influence." Selina tutted. "Amateur. You should have been able to hypnotize them with your tits alone."

"Shut up," Jaina snapped. "I had White Rabbit's remember the names and faces while I was investigating."

"So the information is in White Rabbit?" Aaron asked. Jaina nodded. "Summon her."

Jaina obeyed him and formed a hand sign. In a mesmerizing display, a light began to separate and divide Jaina Hudson. It moved with precision, delineating their forms and weaving an intricate tapestry of energy.

White Rabbit appeared beside Jaina, exhaling loudly at the feel of reality. With her bunny ears, pink panties, and corset, she was the sole individual not stripped to their birthday suit.

Their appearances mirrored each other, yet there were subtle distinctions that set them apart. White Rabbit retained a mischievous allure, her eyes gleaming with a playful twinkle, while Jaina Hudson exuded confidence and strength.

"Oh wow." Behind her, White Rabbit smelled the creampied Helena Bertinelli and glanced back with a quirked brow. "She looks like she had fun."

"White Rabbit," Aaron urged.

"Yes, yes, Master." Her delicious pink eyes glanced at him and with rising fingers she started counting off the special victims. "Simon Stagg, CEO of Stagg Enterprises. He owns Stagg Stops, the gas station, and developed that new Straggberry phone."

"I was meaning to get one of those," Aaron said. "So how bad is Stagg?"

"He's a very bad boy," Selina said. "He's a ruthless billionaire like Lex Luthor, except without the intelligence and charisma and all the hair."

"A widow's peak hair," Jaina corrected. "Trust me, he was easy. No woman gives the time of day for him. They care for his money. I sprinkled some conversation about his company and he started yapping on about how he hates LexCorp and Kord Industries. Apparently, when it comes to military military defence contracts, Stagg Enterprises is a distant third place."

"Military defences, eh?"

"Given that it's Stagg Enterprises, I suspect he spends upwards of a billion dollars every year." Selina's breasts pressed against his arm. "All that money…for you, stallion."

Jaina and White Rabbit rolled their eyes. Aaron snickered. 'This is fun,' he thought.

White Rabbit listed four other names:

Charles Arwin - a prominent real estate developer in Gotham City, known for his luxurious properties and influence over the city's construction projects.

Veronica Vreeland - a socialite and heiress to the Vreeland fortune, known for her extravagant parties and involvement in the arts scene.

Jordan Rich - a successful venture capitalist and entrepreneur, known for his investments in technology startups and his influential network of contacts in Gotham's business circles.

Ember Copley, Grace Blomdhal, and Emma Hsueh were also listed, with White Rabbit citing them as innocent rich girls. Firstborn daughters of wealthy denizens and waiting to take over the patriarchal business. White Rabbit and Jaina explained, however, that these women wouldn't change much. They were peppered, sheltered women who went through private schools, explored yachts, and generally kept to their luxurious life. Nothing corrupted but very, very ignorant and spoiled.

"We might as well use them as extra income," Selina agreed. "Those girls are just gonna spend it on expensive purses and dresses anyway. It's either that or they support our cause."

Aaron crossed his arms. "I agree. Even ten thousand goes a long way."

"So what's the plan?" Selina asked. "I'm getting the feeling you guys were planning another party without me."

"Something like that." Although he had told Jaina and by extension White Rabbit, he hadn't been able to inform Selina of his spell. "Did Zatanna come to the party?"

"She's passed out cold," Selina said. "Her British boytoy was quite the drinker. He nearly got me tipsy. Luckily, Bruce and I managed to get away for a session of draining balls." A pause and a though crossed her mind. She smirked. "If I didn't know any better, I'm guessing you're going to activate a magic spell."

"Something like that," he repeated. Aaron closed his eyes. He could sense Zatanna in the Bat Cave, asleep and ignorant. She was joined by Dick, Barbara, Jace Fox, and Luke Fox. As for Duke, Cassandra and Stephanie, none of them were drunk or asleep but playing a game with Damian on the BatComputer. The boy wonder was winning.

He hadn't formed an attachment to John Constantine so he couldn't sense him but if he trusted Selina's word then he was also down for the count somewhere.

Aaron opened his eyes. "Bruce is confirmed down?"

"Like a deflated balloon," Selina reaffirmed.

"Good." Inhaling sharply, the energy inside him swirled. The Speed ****, Emotional Spectrum, and the Noosphere–human thought, human emotions, and reality in motion. Intelligence, telepathy, and telekinesis.

The Sage **** inside Aaron swelled. This was the true power of hypnosis and telepathy. He recounted the names in his head.

'Simon Stagg…Charles Arwin…Veronica Vreeland…Jordon Rich…Ember Copley…Grace Blomdhal…Emma Hsueh…'

His sclera flickered with a rainbow. An all encompassing power. A link was established between him and the mind's of the aforementioned. A compass connecting them despite the space between them. Stagg was in his limo. Charles and Veronica were still partying. Jordon and Ember were blacked out. Grace was having sex with a stranger. Emma was crying in the bathroom.

All of them froze. All of them could hear him, the subconscious desire to listen activated. They would obey.

"Etacinummoc htiw eno rehtona dna trats gnidliub reporp erutcurtsarfni ni Mahtog Ytic. Trats htiw Krap Wor. Hsilbatse doof sknab dna gnisuoh. Llet eht Mahtog etilaicos Aniaj Nosduh fi slanimirc netaerht uoy. Ehs lliw eb ruoy redael. Od ton eb degaruocsid. Ngiapmac rof eht tnnemevorpmi fo Mahtog. Trevid net tnecrep fo ruoy sdnuf sdrawot secalp ekil Snikpmoht Cinilc. Od ton wolla noitpurroc ni ruoy sessenisub."

Seven socialites guided by Jaina Hudson, his servant. He glanced at the brown woman and her supernatural counterpart. They understood the plan. They would spearhead the financial and marketing operation. As she said when they first met, she was excellent at throwing events and raising funds.

Bruce Wayne would take note of the development and likely chip in money on his own. He would be suspicious but for the sake of his philanthropic optics he would do it.

'Hm. This is weird,' Aaron thought, double-checking his map of connections. Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne, he was somewhere underground but…

'My connection to Bruce is very weak. I can barely tell where he is. Is it because of his willpower? Did he not properly eat the food? No, I saw him eat…but that doesn't make sense. I feel as though if I try ordering him around, it won't work.'

Maybe he needed to get close and activate it? Hm, well for now, Aaron was satisfied with the tiny bug he had planted in his mind. This was Batman, after all. If it had been that easy to control him, then it wouldn't make sense how he remained Gotham's protector for decades.

As for criminal threats, they wouldn't know what hit them. Lady Shiva would either incapacitate or kill them depending on the level of severity.

If there was something beyond the world's most dangerous mercenary group, then he could launch his nuclear option: Gotham Girl. The most powerful woman in Gotham City. It didn't matter who it was, once her powers were at their peak, she would win.

'As long as she follows my directions, that is.'

Gotham Girl was young and stupid. Apparently, she had lost to Damian Wayne because she played around with him too long and allowed him to use a magical weapon on her. Aaron wouldn't let that happen again. Under his watch, she would become a fighter on the level of Supergirl.

Well, assuming the situation came to that. Gotham Girl was a worst case scenario. A backup plan. She wasn't really a part of his Harem. He wanted Claire to live her college life normally.

Behind him, Helena Bertinelli groaned. Everybody stared at her. Aaron snickered.

"Should we kick her out?" Selina asked, agitated. "All that bitching and moaning is getting on my bad side."

"No. I'm going to be running some experiments on her tonight."

"Experiments?" Jaina and White Rabbit asked in unison.

"Hypnosis," Aaron explained. "I think my ability has evolved enough for me to control people by looking into their eyes. Example…"

He turned to Selina, grabbed her by the chin, and **** eye contact. For two seconds, there was confusion. Then…

Her eyes turned dull.

"Master…" Selina called. Aaron smirked.

"Jump down and walk on your four legs like a cat."

Without hesitation, she bounced down to the floor and did as he ordered. Her ass had a natural curve and it turned the situation into an arousing show of her pussy. It was amusing and terrifying. The implications were dangerous.

Round and round, Selina went. At this moment, she truly was Catwoman.

"Incredible…" Jaina said, flabbergasted. "With this, you can…"

"I know," Aaron said. "I know. Selina, act like a cat too."

Immediately, the cat-obsessed conceded. "Meow~! Meow! Rawr~!" She ran faster and faster. Clearly, she had experience on all fours.

Jaina huddled her mammaries to his arm and placed her head on his shoulder. She silently observed the newfound powers of her master. White Rabbit gulped. The pink in her eyes flickered in fear and respect.

"...cock…cock…Aaron…mmm…"

"Meow! Meow! Mrow, mrow! Mee-ow, mee-ow! Meow-meow, meow-meow!"

Tonight, marked by the lazy moans of the Huntress and the meows of Catwoman, stage three began.