Spoiler Alert (NSFW)

Gotham was all of New York’s worst memories all rolled into one. One of the small details that surprised Jonah when he came to this universe was extra nations and cities. All the places he knew were already there on the map. It seemed like this earth was just bigger. In America alone, there were many new metropolises, such as the Metropolis and Gotham. From his perspective, they seemed like the good and bad halves of New York had split into their cities. The only problem was that New York still existed in this universe, so they just blended into the northeast corridor.

Jonah learned quickly to stay away from Gotham. Not just because of the crime but because of those who protected it. Sure, Jonah may be friends with Nightwing and Robin, but the few experiences he has had with the others of the Batfamily had left him with a strong desire to avoid their scrutiny. He couldn’t help but side-glance at every gargoyle or shadow. Darkness knows darkness.

However, one evening, Jonah was drawn to Gotham on a mission that he felt compelled to pursue despite struggling to justify it beyond his emotions.

During lonely nights, Jonah would often think of his other self. The Jonah Richardson who lived and died before him. He wondered what he was like and what his life was like. He tried to only think about it. The truth was too hard to stomach. However, two words from that man’s gravestone stuck in Jonah’s mind. ‘Beloved brother.’ That man had a family—siblings who did not exist in Jonah’s world. It was that mystery which compelled Jonah so.

Thanks to his new connections, it did not take long for Jonah to track down his ‘sister.’ Sarah Segura was born in 2001 in Princeton, New Jersey. She was currently a junior at Gotham University. That was why he was in Gotham that night. That was why he crouched on a rooftop in the sprinkling, cold rain. He watched as that man’s sister got ready for a night on the town with her friends. He felt a little stalkerish, but he had to know what she was like. He couldn’t risk speaking with her since he looked so much like her dead brother. So he would have to watch from a distance.

She looked nothing like him. What a relief that was. His whole life Jonah was told that he looked like his scumbag father. Somebody he hadn’t seen since he was too small to know better than to hope for a strong male role model in his life. His mother, on the other hand, was distant. Sometimes Jonah wished that he could have seen her when she was a real person instead of the shell that he got. But he suspected that seeing that woman before being broken down by life would have been a heartbreak he couldn’t handle. He could have fixed everything if he had the power he had now. It’s too late now. With a different face and last name, Sarah must have had a different father—a half-sister.

Jonah watched as Sarah and her friends passed a Kahndaqi food truck. They were all in their Saturday best, heading to one of the many seedy clubs of Gotham. Gotham had nothing but seedy clubs. She should be more careful, Jonah thought to him. He couldn’t help but feel protective over her. He knew the true deeps of depravity that criminals could unleash. They entered a nearby club whose music could be heard from across the street. It was easy for them to enter. A line of cold men would not be so lucky.

When Sarah’s party left Jonah’s field of vision, he felt an itch. An itch to follow her and make sure she’s alright. He could even get a closer look in the darkness of the club.

Jonah quickly stepped back into his apartment, changed out of his costume, and returned to the rooftop. He maneuvered around the club until he found an alley with a perfect view of the front door. He opened a small portal into the shadows and peaked in. He waited until the coast was clear, then slipped into the club behind the bouncer: no long line, no fee.

Contrasting the club’s relatively shabby exterior, its interior stretched deeply into the block of buildings that surrounded and topped it. The club had a long and narrow layout. The whole space was built in a refurbished industrial style common in Gotham. Even the nicest parts of Gotham had some foundation of grime. On the entrance side of the hall were all the necessary amenities: a lounging area, coat check, extensive bathrooms, and one of the many bars. Its long singular atrium spread down the space and had a wide vaulted ceiling. Stepping down from the entrance was the main dance floor, which led to a single DJ at the end, whose music was projected by an array of power speakers. The sides of the space split into two metal walkways, which led to more bar and standing areas.

Pushing a group of smiling girls and veering away from a collection of frowning men, Jonah maneuvered his way into the crowd of people. Music pounded, and feet shuffled. The heavy beat of the electronic-pop music thumped into Jonah’s chest as he moved. The spirit of the music made his heart rate rise and put a smile on his lips. The club's vibes, while oppressive, pulled him into the mood it was aiming for.

Even with forceful flagging, Jonah had to wait a good couple of minutes to get the attention of one of the harried bartenders to get a drink. They returned his sly smirk and exchange of money with barely an acknowledgment. But he got his drink. He got a double so as to avoid repeating the grueling process. He sipped his strong drink and gazed even higher above the metal walkways. He spotted, pocking between the top ceiling and the wall, private booths that were almost completely obscured from the revelers below but must have granted a fantastic vantage point.

Jonah flashed a smile at a particularly scantily clad Asian girl with dyed blonde hair, then remembered the purpose of his adventure into the club. He had to find his sister.

Flashing, strobing, rotating, kaleidoscopic, and spinning lights all illuminated the dark clubs in ways that made it almost impossible for Jonah to parse his way through the crowd. It wasn’t until a stroke of luck and a particularly brightly lit performance that Jonah spotted his sister. He was standing on one of the walkways, and she was down below. A spotlight passed over the dancers and flashed on the spot that she so happened to be in. Jonah watched from above as she danced and laughed with her friends. She put her whole experience into it with wild gesticulations.

In her revelry, another man spotted her. A large, brute-like man approached her and attempted to chat her up. He whispered in her ear and touched the small of her back. It was obvious from the outside that she had no interest in speaking with him. She pushed away both physically and verbally. Jonah leaned over the barrier and gripped the cold metal bar that kept him from falling onto the dance floor firmly.

However, Jonah’s worry was alleviated by the intervention of another. A young woman with wild blond hair approached the man and tapped him on the shoulder. Jonah obviously couldn’t make out the words she spoke, but he could imagine they were rather cutting because as soon as the much smaller woman spoke them, the man fled like a beaten dog. Sarah thanked the blonde, and it looked like they had exchanged flatteries before splitting away. Jonah breathed a sigh of relief—the power of sorority.

Deciding that he should join the dancing masses, Jonah followed the carrion call of the music down to the floor. The song requested that he “Hit the Club” where all the “Fine Thangs” are. Either the songs were unique to this earth, or Jonah needed to brush up on his club hits because he hadn’t recognized a single song that night. As he traversed the dance floor and gyrated to the beat in isolated merriment, he recognized something that wasn’t music. A wild mane of blonde hair bobbed past him. It was the girl who had helped his sister! But there was a deeper recognition—a recognition through the eyes of another. From a window of human heads, he studied her features. Her thin eyebrows, her stern but playful violet-blue eyes, and the tendrils of a thick Gotham accent. Jonah was sure that it was Spoiler, aka Stephanie Brown.

After her addition to Jonah’s personal harem, he and Miss Martian had spent plenty of time together within the psyche realm. She had been eager to reveal all of her secrets to him. Once she had revealed her secrets, she revealed the secrets of others she knew. Unfortunately, Miss Martian was a strong believer in the privacy of others, but that only went so far for a Martian. One such series of secrets was the real identities of all of her team members. This included the only occasional member, Spoiler. The vigilante from Gotham worked with Robin but was not treated as a full member of the Batfamily. The only hole in her information was Robin's identity. Apparently, his mind was a steel trap. She could only access such closely guarded secrets through an intrusive entry.

Jonah watched Stephanie Brown greedily gulp a colorful drink in a flimsy plastic cup. It was plain to see that she was fully enjoying herself. Jonah recognized a certain impatience with her actions. Like somebody or something was going to snatch away her joy if she allowed it to settle for even a moment. Jonah also watched as a young man approached Stephanie and spoke passionately at her. Once again, Jonah could not make out any words beyond the emotion of the conversation.

The young man had a focus about him which painted him as the responsible party. What he said was true, but it was not enjoyable. He wore a partially open red shirt, baggy pants, and sneakers that matched the newest trends. His haircut was a middle part with swooping bangs. A strong choice, one which was the fine edge of fashion in the early 2000s. A curtain mullet. He was the picture of a cool kid without any of the personality to back it up. It was as if a nerd had woken up one day with the wardrobe and skills of a teen heartthrob.

The argument between Stephanie and the man flared, then subsided. Whatever he had been trying to convince her of had been soundly rejected. Jonah followed the man with his gaze as he ejected himself from the club, leaving Stephanie alone.

Curiosity got the better of Jonah, and he advanced towards the single blonde.

“That your boyfriend?” Jonah started with a smirk.

“Gah, he wishes!” Stephanie whipped her hair out of her face.

“I can understand that wish.”

Stephanie pursed her lips. “What are you looking for?”

“Just saw you dancing and wanted to let you know that you are very talented.”

“Ha! You don’t know the half of it, buddy. If dancing was a martial art, I’d be a black belt.” Stephanie swayed in synch with both her music and the drink in her system.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” Stephanie squirted at Jonah in almost recollection. However, the club was too dark, and their previous meeting was too brief for her to place his face beyond familiarity. “Do I know you?”

“I just have one of those faces.” Jonah replied cooly.

“Not too bad a face either.” Stephanie paused, a calculation running in her head. “You can have a closer view of my dance performance if you like.”

Jonah did watch Stephanie’s dancing. Where once her dancing was erratic and loose, it gained a more focused quality once she knew she had an audience in the thick, anonymous crowd. She slowly twisted and curved her body to the music's melody. The movement of her body was focused on her chest, hip, and stomach. She had a lithe, athletic frame that was perfect for the sensual movements she used to flaunt herself with.

Stephanie Brown had a great body, and she knew it. Her every move, action, and choice reflected a mind confident in her physical appearance and actions. Her outfit choice reflected this confidence. Her overall pallet was dark and purple with smokey eyeshadow and dark lipstick. She wore checked, low-rise pants, which enabled her a greater realm of movement but didn’t diminish her pert, rounded ass. Her shirt, if you could call it that, was a dark silver. It was held up by only two thin, metallic straps that clipped onto the main piece in the middle of the chest in the front and the small of the back. A deep V cut down the material, and all that was covered by the piece was her stomach and most of her breasts.

In the flashing lights, a glittering effect shone off Staphanie’s reflective top in a way that drew the eye. What else drew Jonah’s eye was the irresistible allure of Stephanie’s breasts. Her movement was so flowing and her shirt so unrestricted that Jonah’s mouth watered at the lustful hope of a small peak at her hidden chest. He tried to piece together a picture from the unmatched peeks he could manage at her womanly peaks. Her pale skin formed on her chest beautifully. They may have lacked pure volume or size, but they made up for it in shape and perkiness. There was no flatness, there was jiggly, but there was no denying that they were there.

His presence firmly established, Jonah slowly worked his way into Stephanie’s performance. He got closer to her and matched her rhythm and flow. He sneaked a touch of her and made a matching move there until they were properly dancing together. He could tell she was again enjoying herself, the other man forgotten. At one point, Jonah even caught Stephanie inhaling a deep whiff of his chest.

“Are you even old enough to be here like this?” Jonah asked. If his informant was right, Stephanie was 19.

“I can vote if that’s what you're asking,” Stephanie answered, full of insinuation. “Besides, nobody in Gotham checks IDs.”

“Fine by me.” Jonah accepted her answer. He knew the part he had to play. He was a handsome older man.

The DJ switched to a slower, more sensual song. In turn, Stephanie worked her way around Jonah. She danced directly in front of him. She curved her back into the beat until she curved her back into him. She pushed her ass into his crouch. He could smell her hair now that it was just below his head. He could feel her bare skin against him. He could feel his tightening crotch as he felt movement and soft ass.

“Damn.” He exclaimed in a way that he falsely thought contained his excitement. “You really are a master dancer.”

Stephanie wordlessly placed her hands onto Jonah’s and guided them down a tour of her body until they finally landed on her waist. Jonah firmly planted himself behind her and grinded with her and the prerecorded instruments. The sound of Stephanie's panting exertion was music to his ears.

Stephanie turned to Jonah and placed a sloppy kiss on his lips. He leaned down into her, and she worked on his face. She wrapped an arm around his waist and kissed him until she needed air.

With heavy eyelids, she traced a slender finger down his chest. “Ok, buddy, you’ve worked up my appetite. Let’s see if you can sate it.”

“Give me a time and place, and I can deliver it hot and ready.”

Stephanie grabbed his hand and led him out of the crowded dance floor towards the bathroom stalls. Stephanie Brown knew exactly what she was doing. From her perspective, she was using her dancing skills and her looks to manipulate this poor man for his own sake. She didn’t care about this stranger or his feelings. She only cared about her goal. She had an itch that needed scratching. She needed a real man to take her and pleasure her. A similar thought process was running through Jonah’s head. But his strategizing was less addled by drink and pheromone.

Stephanie pushed through the women’s bathroom, found an open stall, and pulled Jonah inside. Before the door could shut fully, she attacked his mouth again. She pushed him back against the cold metal wall and began unbuttoning his pants. She broke the kiss. Both their breathing was heavy and erratic from the dancing and the newfound closeness.

Besides the seeping colorful lights emanating from the club, the bathroom’s only light source was a pair of long fluorescent tubes above and below the sink mirror. When Stephanie kicked the stall door shut, she blanketed the area in darkness. Luckily, the two only needed a little bit of light and a lot of touching to indulge in each other.

Dull music beat through the walls and matched with the excited heartbeat in Jonah’s chest. Stephanie looked at him with lust drunk eyes and undid her top straps. Her breasts were revealed. They weren't huge, but they were perfect. Tight pink nipples stood erect in the cool air of the stall. He reached out a teasing hand and thumbed her nipple. She looked up at him with her tongue peeking out and licked her lips slowly.

Jonah couldn't hold back any longer. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his super-enhanced abdomen, his sweat-wetted chest, and the light dusting of hair that led into his pants. She gasped and leaned forward, kissing his abs before running her hands over his lower half.

Stephanie unbuckled Jonah’s belt, but it was too late. He was already reaching for her waistband. She let out a small gasp as unclasped her pants and pulled her lacy black thong to the side, exposing her. The heat from his fingers sent a wave of pleasure through her body. His thumb found its way to her clit and began rubbing slow circles. He stuck two thick fingers inside of her, and she moaned loud enough to echo in the confined space. He could feel the shape of her pussy in the darkness. Her engorged clitoris and her pussy vulva played well in his strong hands. He pulled her close to his chest. His other hand massaged her ass while his lips found her neck and bit down gently.

Stephanie couldn't take any more teasing. She reached into his pants and grabbed his erection. It was even bigger than she thought.

“Time to dig in,” She whispered with a smirk.

Without warning, she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth. She felt so full and stretched. Jonah groaned loudly and held onto her head. She started bobbing up and down, taking more and more each time. She massaged his balls with one hand, and her other hand gripped his thigh tightly. She could feel him getting harder and knew he was about to cum.

Jonah pulled Stephanie away from her inspired task “I need to fuck you, now.”

Despite the clunky delivery, Stephanie agreed with his assessment. She wasn't satisfied; she needed him inside her.

“No. But don’t you worry about that. I’ll pull out.” Jonah finished his answer with a teasing kiss on her neck.

“Yeah, but I’m not-mmm” Stephanie was cut off by Jonah placing another one of his well-defined digits into her pussy.

Wordlessly Stephanie turned around and bent over the toilet seat, lifting her ass high in the air invitingly. She heard the sound of Jonah shuffling behind her and then felt the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance. He pushed in slowly, inch by glorious inch. When he was fully sheathed inside of her, she let out a long moan. He started thrusting, initially setting a slow pace before gradually picking up speed. Stephanie matched his rhythm, pushing back against him each time he entered her. His hands were gripping her hips tightly, leaving marks that would surely be visible tomorrow. The friction between them was intense, and the sounds of their skin slapping together filled the small space. Her soft breasts hung and shook from the impact.

Stephanie could feel herself building up to an orgasm. She reached down and rubbed her clit furiously, bringing herself closer and closer to the edge. Finally, with a loud cry, she came hard, her walls clenching around his shaft. This sent him over the edge as well.

Jonah felt his balls tighten as Stephanie's hole constricted around him. Stephanie’s pussy was tight and hot from all of the excitement. He knew he should pull out, but he felt too good. Stephanie was too drunk off pleasure to do anything about it. With a few more powerful thrusts, he drove himself as deep into the young woman as possible and released. His hot cum splashed against Stephanie's womb, causing her to shudder. She collapsed onto the toilet seat and lay there supported by Jonah’s arms. He looked down at her face, flushed red from exertion, and saw a look of pure bliss. Her red sweating form juxtaposed well with the stained white porcelain of the toilet she was strung over.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled at him. "That was amazing," she said breathlessly. She then giggled and turned to sit up.

“You’re quite the woman.”

"I can't believe we just did that in here." She continued as she ripped out some toilet paper from the dispenser to clean up. She swayed as she worked. Once she was done, she pulled up her thong and pants back on in one sitting motion. Her words were slightly slurred, but her tone was playful.

Jonah zipped up his pants and put his shirt back on. He went to the sink to wash his hands and splash some water on his face. Stephanie watched him with admiration and lust in her eyes. When he finished, he turned back to her and pulled her into a passionate kiss.

“What’s your name?” Stephanie whispered in a hidden corner in the club’s lounging area.

“Let’s not do that?” Responded back. “Let’s leave it all to the night.”

“Ok,” Stephanie giggled.

Jonah marveled at her change of character. A good dicking knocked the sass and frustration. She glowed as she came done from the adrenaline of such a public act. Despite the ****, tonight would be a night to remember. Jonah didn’t want to take that away from her, but his part in it would have to be censored. He would have Miss Martian delete his face from her mind the next time he saw her.