Minor hiccups

Life was incredible for Aaron. In the past year, after his battle with Batman, rarely did he stress. Most of his days were spent either fucking or doing good. He quit his morning job and made his money off of being the Wayne manor chef. He also kept in touch with Noah and Todd and played sports with them every other week.

All in all, a tranquil life.

Which was why when Selina called for him, he expected sex and nothing more. Not an actual issue.

He teleported in the Harem House, saw Selina was stretching on the bed, arms forward, ass high, like a cat in head, and snapped his fingers. His pants and shirt disappeared and his flaccid cock plopped out.

Once Selina opened her eyes after stretching, she blinked. "O-oh. Meow."

Aaron walked forward till his legs were pressing the bed and his cock was drooping down on the mattress. "Come on, you called me, didn't you?"

"W-well, yes…" Selina looked away sheepishly. She was wearing lingerie, her breasts exposed sensually. "I know how this looks b-but that's not what I called you here for."

Aaron sighed. "Then what?"

"John Constantine has returned to Gotham."

"You have gotta be kidding me…"

Six months ago, John left the city after Aaron had Batman tell him there was nothing to investigate. While Aaron probably could have beaten John in a fight, there would only be downsides in doing so. John knew a lot of people. Like a lot. Gods, demons, magicians–a countless hoard of powerful entities were connected to him. There was a chance he could use them to escape a fight or a hypnosis.

Plus, the Synchronicity Wave was a huge pain in the ass to get past. In the past year, Aaron had started to get the hang of it himself but he wasn't sure how it would fare against John's. At best, the waves would cancel each other out.

"Did he come close to her?"

"Very close," Selina replied, still staring at his flaccid cock. "Very, very close. He actually knocked on our door. Luckily, Hadiyah answered and wasted enough time for Talia to tell Bruce to call John."

"I can sense everyone is down in the basement. I'm guessing they're watching John?"

"Yes." Selina, finally, looked up at his face. "I think we'll need all hands on deck if we're going to drive that slime away."

Aaron sighed through his mouth. Thwap! He turned and let his cock swing and smack against his thigh. Selina scrambled to her feet and went to his side.

"Soo….are we gonna fuck today?"

"No."

"Then why is your cock out? You want a blowjob?"

"Yep."

Selina laughed. "Fair enough."

Down the stairs, through the basement, and accessing the secret door, Selina and Aaron went. As soon as they entered the secret lair, Selina raised her hand and started giving a round of applause. A round of applause accompanied by Aaron's swinging dick.

Thwap! Thwap!

"Cock coming through!" Selina announced giddily. Heads were turned. Mouths watered. Hadiyah, Jaina Hudson, Lady Shiva, Talia al Ghul, Julia Pennyworth, and Angel Whore. Elizabeth was, according to Aaron's mind map, at her company's headquarters, working.

"Quit joking around." Talia sneered. "We have a problem at hand."

"A big problem," Selina joked, leaning to the side and slapping the base of his length.

Aaron sighed. He snapped a finger and summoned the comfiest office chair in the world. He sat on the leather chair, used his magic to roll forward, then ordered, "Angel Whore, give me a blowjob."

Angel Whore didn't even give a response. She went straight to sucking, diving at his soft manhood as if it was gold. Aaron put an elbow on the arm rest and cupped his cheek. He nudged at the women to elaborate.

"John Constantine is currently in the BatCave. He and my Beloved Bruce are discussing a new source of magical energy, separate from the Chosen One."

"Separate from the Chosen One?" While Aaron muttered to himself, Angel Whore plopped his cock inside her mouth and started rolling her tongue in delicious swishes. Aaron relaxed as his dick pulsated and grew.

"Allegedly, Madame Xanadu told him of a prophecy. A great darkness is looming over Gotham," said Lady Shiva. "Madame Xanadu is a woman whose ability to prophesize future events is second to none."

"But she can't find me. It's impossible."

After all, the Chosen One was beyond anyone's scope, even ****'s. No way she was referring to him. That meant…

"It's someone else. John is here for someone else."

Selina shrugged and suggested, "Maybe he came here because the Synchronicity Wave knew he'd need help. He'd need you."

"That sounds very roundabout," Hadiyah murmured.

"I wouldn't be surprised." Jaina placed her arms under her bust. Aaron throbbed. Angel Whore parked deeper as her hands pumped the leftover length. He still wasn't at full mast but he was getting there. "Magic can be weird, trust me," Jaina said.

Julia was silent, thinking to herself. "Madame Xanadu…"

"The demon fucker," Lady Shiva stated. "She is in a relationship with the human Jason Blood and the demon Etrigan."

"You sound like you're close to her," Julia pointed out.

"I am. In fact, it was she who told me that my own off-spring would be my greatest challenge. That Cassandra would beat me in battle. That she would show me the way."

"Speaking of kids," Aaron interjected as Angel Breaker bobbed up and down his complete length, "Talia, I assume the kids are okay?"

Talia had quadruplets: Salma, Idris, Amina, and Zahra. Angel Breaker, on the other hand, gave birth to twins: Gabriel and Seraphina. A huge, huge family that he wasn't sure a single woman could take care of. Aaron had Talia's personal guards watch over them when neither him or Talia were available.

But where were they? In a penthouse in Gotham's most luxurious urban area. They were raised with love, care, and a swimming pool. Talia said she would not let her children be raised in nothing less than the best wealth. Aaron let her do as she pleased.

"They're fine," Talia answered, nodding. "Salma is able to walk now. She was struggling before but now she's fine."

Aaron smiled. "That's nice. I'll pay her a visit tonight."

Talia lowered her head. "Please do."

"Mmmmph! Mmmh!" Everyone was making meaningful contributions, except Angel Whore who was busy sucking on his dick. Aaron sighed.

If John Constantine was destined to find him, then so be it. Aaron would make it happen. Aaron would use his cameras and his luck against him.

However, first, he had to cum. He snapped his fingers and all his Inner Harem members were stripped of their clothing. Jaina's G-cups was the main of interest this time, bouncing with a hefty jiggle to them.

"H-hey," Selina protested, covering her pussy up, "that's not fair!"

"I do not mind," Lady Shiva said, legs apart for him to see. God, he loved seeing the holes he fucked. It just got him harder and harder.

"Me neither," added the wonderful Talia. She smirked and brushed a piece of hair over her ear. Her brown complexion, flared hips, and unique ethnic features did wonders for his arousal. "Our bodies are for the Chosen One's taking and viewing, after all."

Selina pouted. "But there has to be a build up to it! Gosh, haven't you ladies learned to properly seduce a man!?"

"I agree," Hadiyah muttered, face red and turned to her desktop screen. Her hijab was still on so there was jerk material there too.

Aaron sighed again, dumped his load inside Angel Whore's mouth, and settled on a plan.

***

John Constantine was at a rundown bar in downtown Gotham. A place called Dark Side Club. A place marked by an Omega symbol. It was probably the last remaining denizen of Darkseid's men. John went there because demigods and demons often hung around–people he was acquainted with.

By casting a disguise spell on himself, Aaron entered the Dark Side Club. From an outside perspective, he was a rat-faced middle-aged man seeking a drink.

He saw a dash of blonde hair and the smoke of cigarettes. He promptly slid on the seat next to him.

To John's right was another individual. Small and huddled together and…hairy? Very hairy. Too hairy. Aaron narrowed his eyes.

'...a monkey?'

"Surprised you're not hitting the books, Bobo," John drawled.

The monkey–an actual monkey–gave a wry smile. "Figured I'd trade the dusty tomes for a change of scenery tonight. Besides, even detectives need a drink."

'Who is this ape? A hero?'

The Collective **** spat out a name: Detective Chimp.

John smirked, ordering a drink of his own. "So, what's got you seekin' solace in this den of debauchery?"

Detective Chimp leaned in, his gaze serious. "Word's spreading about something sinister lurking in Gotham's shadows. Figured I might find a few leads here."

John's eyes flickered with interest. "You're not the only one nosing around. Heard whispers of dark magic, curses, the whole shebang from the Joker's gang. Gotham's always been a bloody madhouse, hasn't it?"

'The Joker…?'

For the past couple years, after the Joker War, the Clown Prince of Crime disappeared from the face of the Earth. Even Aaron's powers could give a clue. It was unnatural. Did something happen to him?

Detective took a sip of his drink. "Indeed. But even in this chaos, there's an order. A rhythm to the madness. Lately, that rhythm's been disrupted."

John smirked, swirling his glass. "And you're hopin' the good ol' Justice League Dark can help set things straight?"

"Or at least shed some light on the dark corners," Detective Chimp replied.

"Alright, Bobo. I'm in. But let's make this clear—I'm not going to be one to call Zatanna or Jason or that bloody Xanadu."

Detective Chimp chuckled. "Don't worry, I've got the kid doing it."

"The kid?" John chuckled. "You mean the kid Dr. Fate? I suppose it's a good experience gathering a team together."

"Mhm."

A chill tickled his shoulder. A new presence, magical and demonic. Aaron looked over his shoulder and saw a reddish-brown haired man, tall and lean. A little old seeing how he carried himself.

"Well, well, if it ain't the old demon-bonded," John quipped, raising an eyebrow.

Demon-bonded…that meant this was Jason Blood. His presence was unnoticeable in the bar even as he made his way towards the two.

Jason Blood offered a courteous nod to Constantine. "John. Bobo."

Detective Chimp acknowledged him with a nod. "Jason."

Jason's gaze turned contemplative as he settled onto a stool to the chimp's right. Aaron, John, Detective Chimp, and Jason Blood, in that order.

John, out of sheer coincidence, glanced at Aaron. In that brief instant where their eyes met, Aaron activated the Sage ****. Or at least he tried to because nothing came to mind. Nothing came to his grasp.

'My hypnosis didn't connect. What…?'

John Constantine wasn't a god. He wasn't immune to hypnosis. Although the Synchronicity Wave Travelling granted him unnatural circumstances, it wasn't infallible. There was a reason he couldn't just snap his fingers and defeat Superman. He was human. ****.

So why? Why didn't it work? Why did he turn back to his comrades without blinking?

"Isn't the Joker Batman's issue?" asked Detective Chimp. "I suppose you already asked him."

"I did. He said he was busy with another, equally pressing issue with the Justice League. Multiverse shite, you know how it is with that lot."

"The Justice League Incarnate is what I'm deducing," Detective Chimp said. "A team made up of heroes from across the Multiverse that are tasked with protecting it from Multiverse level threats. A squadron of super-guardians capable of reacting to cosmic-level threats. Practically everyone on this Earth qualifies."

"Well, aren't we so lucky?"

"Including you, John," Jason Blood chimed in. "Not underestimate yourself."

"I'm not. You're just overestimating me."

"The fact that both the Justice League Incarnate and the Justice League Dark are reacting to something might not be a coincidence," Detective Chimp pointed out.

"Maybe. Maybe not." John shrugged. "We do our thing, they do yours. Let's leave the theories and connections for later."

The chimp sighed. "Fine, fine. And Jason? Try not to let Etrigan go too crazy?"

A drink arrived for Jason Blood and he sipped on it. "I'll do my best."

The Justice League Dark, a group composed of individuals equipped to handle mystical threats. Threats that Superman and other heroes would ordinarily have trouble with. It seemed their services were needed for something in Gotham.

Aaron decided he would help him, and he knew how.