A year later

In a year, Gotham City had undergone a remarkable transformation. An invisible **** seemed to have swept through the city, leaving behind a trail of profound change. It was as if the fates themselves had conspired to breathe new life into the very heart of Gotham.

Crime statistics, once plagued by alarming numbers, took a nosedive. The echoes of gunfire and sirens that resonated through the streets had become a strange memory. Homicides, robberies, and assaults—those haunting words that struck fear into the hearts of Gothamites—were now uttered with dwindling frequency. The city's darkest corners had been purged of their sinister inhabitants.

The Penguin was dead. The Iceberg Lounge as of last month ceased to operate. Intergang was totally annihilated. Bruno Mannheim was killed by Lady Shiva. Darkseid's alien technology was wiped clean from the streets. **** operations and cartels were closing down by the day.

The new mayor, Lucius Fox, won the election five months ago by a landslide. Using Wayne Enterprises' resources, he helped the homeless find jobs. It wasn't easy nor was it a totally clean transition. Much of it was factory work. Grunt work.

But it was better than nothing.

Neighbourhoods were now alive with activity. Desolate streets bustled with life as community centres and vibrant businesses took root. A wave of revitalization swept through the city, mending wounds and breathing life into forgotten souls.

The metamorphosis extended far beyond the realm of law enforcement. Parks shrouded in neglect were meticulously restored. Green spaces flourished, offering respite from the concrete jungle that had long held Gotham captive. Streets that were once marred by potholes and darkness had been transformed into unburdened passages.

And Batman?

"Of course, Stephanie."

"See? I told you he'd listen."

"Only because you'll be annoying otherwise."

"That's an understatement. Steph seems to attract trouble wherever she goes."

Currently, Bruce Wayne sat at the dinner table at Wayne Manor. For the first time in a long time, there wasn't much to do. He could eat and talk with his family. The tension of saving Gotham every night was no longer there, partly due to the suggestion Aaron placed in him. The poor man deserved rest after all he had done. He would be pushing fifty soon. If not now, he would retire in a decade or two, and dwindle in ability as those years went by.

Tim playfully elbowed Damian. "Yeah, just like Damian attracts sarcasm."

Damian rolled his eyes, but a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Oh, please. I'm just surrounded by amateurs."

Stephanie laughed. "Amateurs who manage to save the day every time, right Damian?"

Damian shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "Well, yes, I suppose so."

Cassandra giggled.

The Bat Family was acting like an actual family rather than a ragtag group of edgy vigilantes. They were closer than ever. They bantered and talked and delved deeper into ordinary life.

Particularly Cassandra. No one could believe that just five months ago she gave birth to three healthy babies. She went from a large bump in her stomach to slender and toned in a matter of a month.

Aaron and Cassandra's children. Three of them, able to crawl and do baby talk. While the Bat Family ate dinner, Aaron took care of his three kids on the kitchen floor. He was a bubbly father as he clapped his hands and encouraged them. Of course, sometimes, discipline was required.

"Emma, come on," Aaron gently chastised, "give it back to your brother."

The little girl pouted and glanced between her father and brother, and listened.

Emma, Ethan, Olivia. Those were his three kids.

"Hey, Aaron," Bruce called out, "could you make more of this pasta? It's great."

"In a second."

After casting a bit of magic so that no harm would come to his children, Aaron Reigner served him the extra past.

Putting the fresh bowl down in front of the civilian identity of Batman, flecks of red coloured his eyes when they made eye contact. Last year, the Chosen One and Batman fought. The one to come out on top was, of course, the Chosen One. He ended the fight by placing a deep, brain altering spell on him. Now, Batman served the Chosen One.

The hypnosis was set deeply into his psyche so that he couldn't break it or shift it like before. On top of that, Aaron casted a spell so that it was invisible even to the greatest telepaths such as the Martian Manhunter.

< Tanya: Hello. It's been a while.

< Tanya: Can we meet at the usual room?

< Tanya: I already wired ten million into the account.

"Cassandra," Aaron called out, tucking his phone away. "Could you take care of the kids? I have somewhere to be."

***

Tanya Fox. Wife of Gotham's richest and Gotham's mayor. After months of campaigning and negotiating, she looked more beautiful than ever. Younger. Her hair was still short and her wrinkles were totally gone. She looked to be in her forties or thirties rather than fifties.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

The big fat cock of Aaron Reigner slid in and out of her slick, **** pussy. Doggy-style, Tanya's ass clapped against his pelvis, aching for more. On the bed, she moaned and fucked and got fucked like there was no tommorow. Like she knew she wouldn't get this dick again in a while.

"Mmmph! So deep! So deeeep~! I've missed this! I've missed thiiiiissss~!"

Aaron smiled. Her cunt was seriously clinging to him. It didn't want him to leave. Even if it was the tip, she wanted his girth inside her. She wanted that wonderful stretch of her pussy. She wanted to moan with want and unrestrained desire.

"Oh yeah?"

CLAP!

He gave a hard thrust. A gasp came from Tanya, louder and hornier than before.

"God! God! Yes, yes! YES!" CLAP! "Just like that! Just like that! Right there! Right there! Lucius was never able to fuck me there!"

"Haha." Aaron slapped her ass cheek. "I know."

Ring-ring-ring-ring-ring!

A classic ringtone echoed but whose was it? Aaron saw the phone on the pillow nearby. A name flashed: Lucius Fox. Tanya's husband was calling her, it seemed.

"Pick it up," Aaron ordered.

Tanya's eyes went wide and she tried to protest by looking over her shoulder. Aaron went harder.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

"O-okay! Okay! Okay!" Tanya howled. "I'll pick it up! I'll pick it uuuuppp~!"

He slowed his down his aggressive pace and let her reach forward. She tapped on the green phone button and let the voice of Lucius Fox intrude on their sweaty sex.

"Hello, love. Where are you?"

"M-me?" From behind, Aaron was slowly moving his cock. Rocking his hips just enough to elicit moans and to make her arms tremble as she held the hand. "I'm…ha…"

Aaron leaned on top of her and whispered in her ear, "Put it on speaker."

Her eyes went wide again but she nodded and did as she was told.

"You sound tired," Lucius said through the loud speaker. "Are you alright?"

"I'm jogging! Remember?" Tanya said. "I-I jog in the afternoon when I can."

Lucius laughed. "Oh, right, you do that, don't you? I don't really get why but you do you, hun."

"Haaah…!" Aaron extracted his cock from her sopping wet cunt. Tanya let out a squamish sound. "Mmmph! Yeah, I do it for appearance's sake. T-the mayor's wife can't have an ass too big."

"Woah. You don't hear me complaining about it though."

"Y-yeah."

Tanya was on her back, the phone closet to her ear. Aaron had decided to switch to missionary. Why? Because he wanted to see Tanya's face as he fucked her. He wanted to see as she lied to her husband while getting fucked by a big dick.

Legs high in the air and in the palm of his hand, he thrusted in. Tanya slapped her free hand over her mouth and stiffled a humiliating moan. Aaron didn't care. He pistoned in and out of her at a pace roughly equalling her husband's fastest.

"Y-yeah! Yeah!" Orgasm. Her walls tightly squeezed him. Her breath was utterly laboured as she told Lucius, "You wouldn't understand. W-woman have different expectations."

"Haha, I suppose so. Say, who's gonna be taking care of little Luna? Our little girl can't be left alone with just any babysitter."

Luna. Aaron and Tanya's child. The child Lucius was raising without knowing it wasn't really his. A young black baby that for all intents and purposes looked like it belonged to the mayor of Gotham.

"I-I have Carrie taking care of her! A-also, Lucas is going to be there tonight."

"Oh yeah? Good work." A meaningful pause. Lucius' buttery voice returned after a few seconds. "Say, how about you and I free our schedules for tonight and have some wine?"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck…!" Tanya muttered, her face to the side. She **** a smile and went back to the phone. "Wine?"

"You know, to spend some, ahem, quality time together."

Aaron understood what the man meant and stopped his thrusts. Tanya took the time to catch her breath. Aaron leaned down and whispered, "Tell him yes. Tell him you're going to ride him till he's empty."

"Ha…ha…" Her pointed legs were shaking and tears formed at the edges of her eyes. The pleasure was too much. Too good. Tanya obeyed and whispered huskily into the phone, "Yes! I'm going to ride you until you're empty."

"Mmm. You miss my dick that much, love?" Lucius asked, voice low.

Prompted by a deep kiss to the womb, Tanya moaned out, "Soooooo much."

Aaron's thrusts grew more intense, his hips slamming into Tanya's with a **** that left her gasping for breath. The bed creaked beneath their weight as they surrendered to the primal rhythm of their bodies. Tanya's moans filled the room, mingling with the sound of skin slapping against skin.

"Woah, I can tell you're getting horny." Lucius chuckled. His voice, in any other setting, would have been hot and attractive. "I guess jogging gets you pent up."

"Veeeery."

As the pleasure surged through her veins, Tanya couldn't help but think about her husband on the other end of the line. How clueless he was, oblivious to the explicit sounds and vulgar language that spilled from her lips. She almost felt sorry for him, so wrapped up in his own world of ignorance and naivety.

"Oh, someone is coming in," Lucius said. "I'm putting you on hold."

Beep!

Just like that, Lucius put his wife on hold. At that moment, any lingering guilt or hesitation quickly dissipated as Aaron continued to pound into her relentlessly. The sense of liberation washed over her like a tidal wave, drowning out any thoughts of loyalty or commitment. In this moment, all that mattered was indulging in this stolen pleasure.

Tanya's body quivered with anticipation as she approached the edge of ecstasy. Her fingers dug into Aaron's back, leaving red welts in their wake. She revelled in the pleasure of Aaron's incredible dick. A dick so much bigger than Lucius' that it wasn't even funny.

"Fuck," Tanya cried out again, louder this time, relishing in how each expletive seemed to push away any inhibitions she had left. "You're such a fucking beast."

Aaron grunted in response, his grip tightening around Tanya ankles as he pounded into her harder than ever before. Sweat dripped down Tanya's dark brown body as he fucked her phenomenally.

"Oh Lucius," Tanya moaned, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she pressed the phone closer to her ear. "I wish you could see what I'm doing right now. You'd realize how good it feels to have a real fucking man inside me."

"Hm? Tanya, did you say something? Sorry, I was talking to my secretary. We've been struggling to find a man to lead the electric grid project. You know how it is."

He was back. Lucius was back, but he didn't hear what his wife had said. Tanya let out an exasperated sigh before continuing, unable to resist indulging in some dirty innuendos.

"N-nothing! Hah, I'm…mmph! I'm cumming! Cumming to pick up…t-the wine!"

"That's fine by me. I'll choose the place. It'll be a nice little date night." Lucius' voice went low, low, low. "Get ready for some serious pounding, Tanya."

"You know it," she purred seductively and turned away from the phone so Lucius couldn't hear. "But Aaron here has got this big white cock that knows exactly how to hit all the right spots. Sorry, but our date night isn't going to be remotely as good."

Tanya couldn't hold back a wicked chuckle as she imagined her husband's innocent expression on the other end of the line. The thought of him completely oblivious to their carnal escapades only fueled Tanya's desire further.

"Gah!"

And just like that, Aaron came inside her.

Tanya blacked out and managed to end the call.

The next time she opened her eyes, she felt a big white cock across her face. Flaccid, wet, and oozing with an addicting aroma.

"Mmm…just what the hell is your cock?" Tanya asked languidly. She remained stretched across the bed, Aaron's cock on her face. She wanted to stay like this. "I don't think it's a white guy thing."

"It's not," Aaron responded, lifting his dick from her. Tanya mewled but he didn't care. He hopped off the bed–thwap–and grabbed the table on the floor. He cleaned his dick with it, with Tanya watching at the corner of her eye.

"I'm jealous. Lucius would be jealous."

Aaron changed the topic. "How's Luna?"

"She has your eyes. Lucius doesn't know though. He thinks the grey eyes are from his parents."

"I see." He whipped the towel and threw it on his shoulder. Tanya twisted herself and looked at his hanging flaccid member.

"Mmm. I missed this. I missed your dick."

"But from the sound of it, you and Lucius have also been getting busy."

"After my pregnancy, yes. I'm still a little fat though." Tanya touched her belly. "I really have been jogging to lose weight."

"Don't. It's cute."

Tanya laughed, her eyes glued to his nether regions. "As much as I appreciate it, the voters won't. A fat wife would look bad."

"Don't say fat," Aaron said, "say thick. It sounds hotter."

Tanya giggled. "Young people. Say, will you ever visit Luna?"

"No, I'm good. She's yours, after all."

For a moment, Tanya didn't speak. "For a couple months, all I thought of Luna was an instruemnt of my ****. But now that I'm a mother of a baby again, I remembered just how great it was. I love being a mother. I love Lucius, Lucas, and all my kids, whether they're mine or not. I love them all."

Aaron smiled. "That's good."

Tanya reached forward and smirked as she grabbed his dick. "And I LOVE this white cock too." Her other hand cradled his ballsack. "And these white babies too."