Everything is going great

'Investors have started to pull out…? Ha, so it's working. My plan is working.'

The Russian mafia and Intergang–it didn't matter who but to facilitate a base in Gotham they needed the support of local riches. Which, during Bruce Wayne's birthday party, he managed to usurp.

Stage three was in full effect. Criminals after mere weeks were starting to feel the sudden lack in support. Lady Shiva defeated those who threatened with physical ****.

He glanced at Cassandra, then back at Barbara. Sweating from the fight, her round, luscious boobs shining and perky.

"How long will it take for these guys to wake up?" Aaron asked. He already knew the answer but he did have a part to play.

"One hour. We hit hard," Cassandra said, weakly slamming a fist into her palm.

"Bringing these guys outside will be impossible," Barbara stated, putting a hand on her hip. He pretended not to see the jiggle in her tits. "There's no windows for us to exploit here. The vents are also too small for the men."

"What should we do then?" Aaron wasn't sure if his pheromones would work on an **** person. He had never tested it.

Barbara went into a thinking pose, palm cradling her chin. He looked between Cassandra, grimacing, then Aaron, flushing as her eyes gravitated to his crotch. To maintain her dignity, she pulled herself up and cleared her throat. "Ahem! Cass, you should go outside. Yes, make sure to, uh, keep watch. Also, hit those guards in the head again. We don't want them listening in."

Cassandra saluted her. Before fully out the door, her fingers slipped out and gave a little wave. "Bye!"

Thud. The double-door closed shut.

The room stilled. It was Aaron and Barbara. Her gravitating eye and his limp dick.

"S-so, uh…we're waiting." Barbara cleared her throat for the umpteenth time. There was no bile remaining in her throat. "We wait."

A smile crept up his face. Her blush was going from her cheeks down to her neck. The rest of her complexion was like snow in comparison.

Then there was her ass. Barbara Gordon, the first Batgirl, didn't just have cake, she had a whole bakery. The iconic photos seen within the night of the internet were illuminated here. The thick, sporty booty.

Aaron could feel his dick twitch. He observed her ass as she went forward and sat on the table. Eye contact was made. Him standing, his horse-like cock dangling, and her sitting, her pussy slightly exposed. She very easily could have clamped her legs together but no.

Barbara Gordon was glistening. Aaron could sense the shift in the air. Once again, he noted her glancing at his body. He did the same.

"So…" Barbara trailed off, hands gripping the table like a teacher about to announce a grave set of news. "Um…you're very…well-endowed."

"I like to think I'm average," Aaron replied, feigning ignorance.

Barbara gulped, took another long look at his manhood, then glanced at a bald African-American slumped in a chair. "D-did you know that that's also Tobias Whale?"

"Huh?" Aaron followed her gaze. The dark-skinned male was tall and buff, a hulking monster of a specimen, but he did not look like the Great White Whale that Barbara described. "What do you mean?"

"See, there's actually two Tobias Whales. One is an imposter and the nephew of the real one. A pale imitation. That's the big blob behind us." Without looking, she jabbed her thumb at her south. He was a blob, alright. It was difficult to imagine that all that flesh was muscle. "However, the real one is the one to your left. He's also Black Lightning's real nemesis. I didn't think he would be here, to be honest, so I didn't mention him during the briefing. My bad."

Not a big deal, frankly. Before the mission Aaron might have freaked out but with his newly acquired pheromones, the nemesis of Black Lightning was as susceptible as everyone else.

"I…why?" That was his only question. Who would in their right believe an Albino man could pretend to be an African American?

"Apparently, the nephew wanted to be like his uncle so badly that he stole his name." Barbara shrugged. "Typical supervillain families."

"Wait, how did you beat the real Tobias Whale so easily then?" Aaron asked. "If he's Black Lightning's nemesis, he should have been hard to beat, right?"

"I didn't beat him, Cassandra did. When I crashed down, while still in the vents, she scanned the room for the most dangerous opponent and picked the real Tobias out. Before he could even get up from his chair, Cassandra, um…" Barbara gestured at the man and it was then Aaron noticed his deflated nutsack. "...she stomped on his testicles and crushed them."

"Oh." Aaron winced. He eyed the real Tobias Whale again. Six-foot-nine, built like the most robust NBA player–his penis was suited for his size, about four inches flaccid. However, without his family jewels, his manhood was lifeless. The colour seemed to have been drained from his dark complexion. "Remind me not to mess with Cass."

'With that kind of injury, my eyes are saying it'll take him twelve hours to wake up. Maybe another three or four hours depending on how well his brain copes with the loss of his…baby factory.'

Yeah, there was no way Tobias Whale was having kids. Cassandra had been ruthless in her surprise attack. Aaron tried not to pity him too much. He was a crime lord, after all.

"Um, yeah." Barbara's green eyes flickered again. "I doubt she'd be doing it with yours. They seem…big."

Suddenly ashamed, Barbara scratched the temple side of her mask.