Robin Queen

A long time ago, the founder of the Queen fortune, Robin Queen, founded the Ninth Circle. His philosophy was this:

"The exceptional few are responsible for the many."

That was a long time ago. The world evolved. Ethics evolved.

Crime has always been woven into the fabric of society, its most notorious figures often transformed into legends—gentlemen thieves, audacious robbers, anarchists challenging the oppression of civilization, terrorists glorified as martyrs of freedom, or plain devils. All of these so-called legends, however, shared a common need: money to fund their enterprises and a secure place to hide it. From a crime lord in Bludhaven to the calculating Penguin, from a deranged scientist to the brilliant Lex Luthor, every criminal required a bank they could trust.

That was where the Ninth Circle came.

A secretive organization formed with a singular purpose: to launder the world’s dirtiest money. The Ninth Circle became the hidden vault for wealth amassed through robbery, fraud, and illicit deals, and it fueled further criminal activities for those who could pay the price. To end crime, to truly change it meant to target those with real power. Not the ones wielding guns or detonating bombs but this Ninth Circle who funded these operations.

Now that the time of Robin Queen had passed, at the helm of this empire was Dante.

Dante—his real name erased from history—was a man who understood the true currency of power. Born into wealth, he mastered the art of finance and manipulation, learning that true dominance wasn’t achieved through brute ****, but through the control of money. To sever any ties to his past, Dante disfigured himself.

Dante lived solely for the Ninth Circle. He lived only to fan the wings of evil. He lived to keep himself anonymous and the world of supervillains turning.

Dante built the Ninth Circle around the allegories of the Divine Comedy, insisting that none of his followers ever reveal their true names, constructing an empire that thrived on the funds of the underworld. To safeguard his creation, he employed a cadre of assassins and enforcers. The Burned, he called them—mind-wiped soldiers whose loyalty was ensured through the annihilation of their past selves.

Through his influence, Dante had Malcolm Merlyn seduce Moira Queen, the wife of Robert Queen and mother of Oliver Queen, converting her to the Ninth Circle’s newest ideology—the ideology where only the chosen few deserved even basic human rights, and where life and **** were decided by those who held power.

Indeed, Moira Queen did not die. She faked her **** to fully dedicate herself to her branch of the Ninth Circle, and with Cyrus Broderick, another of his loyal associates, Dante expanded his dominion. Cyrus Broderick was the CFO of Queen Industries and so the Ninth Circle used it as a front for the Ninth Circle's myriad operations. The company became the cornerstone of his criminal empire across the continent.

But then, something unexpected happened. Oliver Queen returned from the grave, having survived alone on a remote island. This unforeseen variable threatened everything Dante had meticulously built.

“I killed Moira Queen some time ago,” Shado admitted. “And my daughter, Emiko, I wanted her as an apprentice of the Ninth Circle.”

Aaron read her mind. He found every little detail of what happened. She was not lying. “And you came to regret it.”

“Yes.. My daughter ended up betraying me and the Circle for Oliver Queen. I had only one option: in exchange for removing the bounty on our heads, I had to kill Moira Queen. I had to kill Oliver Queen's mother.”

Shado spoke professionally. But in her memories, Aaron saw rage. He saw that Moira tried to kill Emiko and that Shado was furious that Moira tried to take that away from her.

‘Such a complicated family.’

Aaron Reigner, nuts touching the floor of such an ancient, important organization.

Cheshire did not have much to offer in terms of information. Partially because she joined later and partially due to his huge cock.

“Thank you for telling me.”

Aaron rose to his full height, balls and cock leaving the ground. Ven pouted that she could no longer hold up the heavy, delicious sack, especially as Aaron secured the belt and robe again.

“Not using that hypnotic dick of yours,” Ven teased, grabbing his ass. Aaron was stone-faced as he stared down the two Asian women: Jade Nguyen and Shado. Both were looking up, awaiting judgement.

“Talia,” Aaron called out, “be sure to give them a welcome to the League.”

Aaron deemed them important to his cause. The influence of the Ninth Circle was more global than even the League. By turning into a **** of good and supporting it further with the League, he could change the world bit by bit.

“As you desire, Beloved.” Talia hugged his arm between her melons. “Should I doll them up for you?”

Cheshire stiffened and looked down. Shado did not. She stared at the dangling white cock hidden in his robes. What a difference.

“No, that's alright. Jade still has feelings for Will, her ex-husband.”

“But you could break her,” Talia whispered in his ear. “Your cock is much bigger than his. She knows it, I know it, you know it.”

Ten inches flaccid, already bigger than every man Cheshire had ever seen.

Aaron despite his superior size did not have the ego to match it. He wasn't humble, he was simply real about it. “A bigger dick isn't always the best option. Sometimes, five or six inches can put in the work.”

“Pfft! Not for me,” Ven remarked. What a tall haughty woman. She gave Aaron's bum a slap.

Aaron, again, kept his priorities straight.

Many regarded Cheshire as the second most deadly assassin in the world, only topped by Lady Shiva. She had a true killer's instinct. To use her for good, to make her happy, it was better than needlessly fucking her.

For now anyway.

“But it is for her?”

Talia kissed his cheek and breathed on his ear. Her boobs were purposely cuddling his arm. “Yes, I understand, My Beloved. So what about Shado?”

Aaron did not immediately reply. He stared down at the woman. “Shado…”

Shado rose to her feet. In the shadows, the Assassins were ready to strike her at a moment's notice.

Five-foot-three with a lean body, braided hair, full lips, and her hefty bow presented proudly. “You will take over the Ninth Circle?” she said it as though it were a statement, not a question or a request.

“Yes. The circles of hell will become heaven. Already, Gotham, Bludhaven and Japan are under my jurisdiction. You have seen the peace for yourself. The influence. I am not bluffing.”

“Then..."