Some heat

While Bruce wasn't looking, Selina pressed herself to him, the smell of bad **** breathing onto his chin. Her phenomenal ass rubbed into his crotch. "Mmm, I can feel your big fat cock," Selina whispered, cheeks rosy, eyes lidded, "maybe we should just fuck right here and now…"

In his pants, his cock twitched and a massive imprint spread down his thigh. Her hand discreetly gripped it. Head tilted back, mouth to his ear, she whispered, "I just held Little Brucie and your cock is sooo much thicker…" He sharply exhaled. Fuck, that was hot. He just wanted to strip her down and jam his dick inside her, consequences be damned. That was Selina Kyle for you. She threw logic out the window with her tight ass and her wooing. She started stroking, all the way from base to balls. He nearly moaned into her ear.

Alas, his logical side forcibly steered his actions and he removed himself from her, cooling down as he did. The dick print melded back into his pants. As much as he wanted to take her up on her offer, Bruce Wayne was still in the room. Even if he wasn't looking, as a detective, he would quickly find out. Unfortunately, as he backed off, he bumped into Helena Bertinelli, the Huntress. Their butts touched and they spun to face each other. A smirk worked its way on the brown woman's face.

"Care for a dance?" It was hardly a request. Helena grabbed him by the wrist and **** him into a fast, multi-step dance. Her feet carried him to the other side of the floor, then back, as their arms went up and down wildly. Her expression was totally delirious and he could sense she was doing this out of a drunken stupor. Aaron played along anyway.

Not long after, he sat down on a chair close to a kitchen counter. He sighed wearily. He was an introvert, he could only handle so many interactions with strangers.

"Fun?" Cassandra sat beside him, smiling. Aaron mirrored her expression.

"Yeah, it's fun. How about you, birthday girl? Are you having fun so far?"

The two of them watched Tim and Stephanie dance. It was a little awkward and stiff since Tim was absolutely incapable of stepping over properly. Still, it was an amusing sight and the others clapped to the beat and encouraged them.

"Lots of fun," Cassandra said in a whisper. "Love it."

"That's good." He side-eyed her. "I told you, didn't I? You have friends. Lots and lots of friends and family, capable and smart. You're never alone."

"Mmm." Cassandra was fixated on the kitchen floor and counted the squares. "I've made a lot of friends, new and old, super and unsuper…Aruna, Sofia…Brenda." She seemed sullen at the call of the latter's name. "I haven't…seen her in a while. Brenda is my friend. She's... kind. Truly."

"Next time then. I promise." Aaron held out a pinkie and smiled. "I promised and delivered you those cupcakes, right? This time, I'll do something so you can see your friends. We'll…take a vacation, yeah. You, me, and Chloe. Together."

"Va…cation?" Cassandra mulled it over. Without looking, probably blushing, she interlocked his pinkie with hers. "Okay. Sounds…fun."

Close to midnight, the excitement started to die down. Bruce excused himself, saying he had a job to tend to. A secret message for his vigilante activities. Selina joined him, though not without sending Aaron a wink.

"I'll see you babes, later," Selina said, winking at the remaining participants. Bruce remained silent as they left the kitchen area and disappeared into the halls.

Barbara and Dick also retired for the night. That left Aaron, Stephanie, Cassandra, and Helena. Unfortunately, as soon as the responsible adults were gone, Helena drank herself to sleep. It was chaotic but also concerning. She must have drunk enough **** to black out for at least a day.

Aaron took her into her room and tucked her in bed. "Good night, Helena."

"Mmmhh…yeah…hunting…huntress…" The mindless ramblings of an **** drunk. Great. Aaron promptly left the room. Her body was firm and strong, curvy and attractive, but that wasn't reason enough to feed into her delusions.

Stephanie Brown and Cassandra Cain. The Batgirls. Aaron never thought the day would come when he would hang out in the room of the blonde Batgirl. Literally, if someone had told him two months ago that he would be playing poker with two hot young women in Wayne Manor, he would have smacked the psychic harder than he did Angel Whore.

Stephanie's room was a cozy sanctuary adorned with personal touches. A quaint white wooden bed with floral patterned sheets, a small writing desk stood adorned with vibrant flowers, and a couple strew clothes. Resilient, witty, compassionate, determined, and adventurous. That was the vibe Aaron got from Stephanie and her little house.

"Everybody has their own room in the manor," Stephanie explained, "but not all of us stay here. Like, for example, Cassandra is always hopping between Gotham and Bludhaven while Dick is usually in Bludhaven. Tim, Damian, and Bruce are the night prowlers here."

"Like bats," Cassandra joked.

"Huh. So what about you Stephanie?" Aaron asked.

"Eh. I stay with my mom sometimes. She's a nurse."

No mention of a father, a purposeful emission. A landmine that he shouldn't bring up. He understood. They continued to play poker. It wasn't particularly intense. Whoever lost needed to drink. So far, Stephanie was losing. Well, perhaps that was an understatement, she was getting destroyed. Cassandra could read through every bluff of hers and Aaron was Aaron. He never lost. Cassandra placed second almost every time. Stephanie accused him of cheating. He wasn't. His luck was simply too great, as if the universe wanted him to win.

Probably because the universe did.

Stephanie downed drink after drink. She emptied three pints after half an hour. In pity, Cassandra took a few losses in order to mitigate the **** in her friend's system. Stephanie did not suspect in the least, likely too heated up to notice. Plus, it wasn't often. If Cassandra drank once, then Stephanie would probably be drinking three times in a row. However, it was all in good fun. Neither Aaron or Cassandra wished to push her too hard. They didn't want another Helena. The moment she looked too tipsy, which was a little after the forty minute mark, they stopped.

"No way!" Stephanie declared. "I'm good, I'm good!"

"Sure, you are." Aaron snatched the bottle from her hands and slid it underneath her bed. Stephanie pouted.

"Fine, how about this?" Stephanie paused for a moment. She hadn't thought this through. Then, a light bulb went off in her head. "Strip poker!"

"Strip…poker?" Cassandra repeated. She shook her head, indicating she had never heard of it. Aaron sighed and buried his face in his hands.

'This is why I hate drinking culture…' The clock might have struck twelve but in Aaron's mind it was still her birthday. Cassandra should still be treated as such. Unfortunately, the **** was getting to Stepahnie's head. She was acting irrational. Cassandra seemed to think so too as she did not understand nor wished to understand what her best friend was saying.

"No drinks, no drunkenness, no prizes, no money, we play by sacrificing our clothes." Stephanie's blue eyes met Cassandra's challengingly. "Unless you're too chicken, Batgirl? Let me guess, since your birthday is now over, you're not confident. Is that it?"

Ooh. That fired up Cassandra's competitive side. Nodding, the former birthday girl agreed to the game of strip poker. Aaron sighed again. He didn't mind watching two girls strip but he hoped they wouldn't accuse him of cheating…