To fuck before Barbara arrives

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap–!

Aaron wiped the sweat off his face with an arm and continued rocking his hips back and forth, provoking moan after moan, thwack after thwack. The noise should have reached beyond the walls and every person in the neighbourhood as to what was happening and how hard he was fucking this bitch. The Clock Tower was built with sound proof stone.

Aaron examined the ass serving him. The two round cheeks he had been pummelling for twenty minutes now. Cassandra Cain, the daughter of Lady Shiva, the Batgirl of Gotham, who he was fucking doggy-style, who he was showing the time of her life.

'She's tighter than her mother,' he noted, his member unconsciously drawing comparisons. 'Sandra's ass is slightly bigger and more toned, and her hips are wider. Probably an age thing.'

Would Cassandra develop a similar figure if he got her pregnant? Maybe. There was the height to consider. Shiva was three inches taller. Unless Cassandra got a miraculous growth spurt in her mid-twenties, there was no way she was catching up to her mother.

Tits and ass wise, however, there was a chance. Pregnancy tended to plump up those features. If she got pregnant, that is, which he wasn't planning for just yet.

"So good! So good! Mmph! Mmm! Amazing! Amazing! Deep! Deep!"

Aaron was good at what he did. Too good. His stamina was endless as he simply repeated the motions. Clap, clap, clap, his cock reaching deeper than thought possible. So many inches, so much speed, so much sweat. The stench was unreal. Neither of them cared though.

"You feel amazing, Cass…!"

"Mmmph! Yes! Yes! Yes–! Cum, please! Cum!"

She reached her own orgasm for the nineteenth time. Aaron, meanwhile, sighed as his first climax rattled his balls and made him dump a hot load in her womb. Cassandra was delirious, the sweep of cum causing her to shake top-to-bottom. She closed her eyes, opened them suddenly, then went limp. Her hands trembled as they clung to the table.

Aaron sighed again, delighted by her exhaustion. As soon as he softened, he pulled up his pants. He needed a cup of coffee to refuel himself.

"There must be a high-end espresso machine somewhere…" Aaron muttered.

"There," Cassandra pointed, not quite recovered but managing to lift a shaky finger. Over at a cluttered desk on the far left, separate from the holographic screens, was a shiny espresso machine. It gleamed with stainless steel panels and its sleek, compact design housed a powerful pump, a professional-grade portafilter, and a temperature control system.

Aaron was impressed. "That's the new Wayne Tech espresso machine. I'm pretty sure it was released two weeks ago."

Cassandra's response came in the form of a low moan. She huffed and through sheer willpower pulled herself together. Once her breathing was forcibly steadied, she cleaned herself up. The smell was still there but Aaron discreetly managed to make it dissipate with a snap of his finger.

Remember his first order to the hypnotized Cassandra that she would ignore any signs of his metahuman powers? Yeah, that was still at play. Aaron was impressed. He thought maybe it would have worn off by now, but no, the subconscious order lingered in her mind. Otherwise, the observant Cassandra would have caught the change in odour.

He thought about telling Cassandra about his plans. She was the person closest to him. If it was up to him, she would be his Chosen Bride. But he knew her stubborn morals and ethics. She was like Batman and she wouldn't stand by him if he did something truly unsavoury. He couldn't risk jeopardising their relationship so he decided to just leave her out of it. He wanted her to see him as Aaron Reigner, the civilian, rather than the Chosen One.

The wall at the back suddenly opened up. Two seconds later, Barbara came in, the wheels of her chair silently rolling over a pair of tracks. A method of travel to circumvent the long distance between the base of the Clock Tower to the hidden top compartment. It was the same area the Batmobile used. Aaron must have not noticed the smaller pair of tracks last time.

"Hey, guys, you doin' alright?"

"Hey, Barbara." He nudged his cup of coffee towards her. "Just using the espresso machine if you don't mind."

Barbara chuckled and rolled forward. "I don't, Mr. Coffee Addict."

"Didn't you once drink twelve cups in an hour."

Barbara pouted. "That was one time! And it was when I was hacking into the Justice League servers."

"Which Tim said you failed at."

She looked to the side and huffed. "Dammit Tim."

Barbara Gordon was really cool. Like really, really cool. She cracked jokes, she was smart, and most of all, she was kind and generous. Aaron had never seen a woman offer so many candies to a girl. Chloe loved it.

Barbara's time was split between being Oracle and a librarian. Apparently, she had graduated from high school at the age of sixteen and earned a bachelors in law and forensic psychology not too long after. She was a genius with an eidetic memory, so once she stepped down from being Batgirl, she very easily entered the field of computers and hacking.

"I love what you've done to the place," Aaron joked. "Very messy."

"Shush, you." Barbara rolled her eyes. "The tower had actually exploded and Bruce, in his charitable wisdom, decided to reconstruct it. He couldn't bear to have me at Metropolis," Barbara mocked. She locked into her place in front of the computers and holograms. "It might have been for the better, honestly. The place is a little wider now and I was able to cram in a medical bay area. It's nice and intuitive but still homy."

The Gotham Clock Tower was not only Oracle's hideout but a place for the Bat Family to stay when the cave wasn't an option. Plus, Oracle was a miracle worker. There was a reason Bruce wanted her to stay in Gotham even if she couldn't remain as Batgirl.

"Mission," Cassandra requested impatiently.

"Oh, yes." Click-clack, click-clack. Oracle began typing. "It's something for the three of us to do."

'Three of us?' Aaron was immediately interested. What could he–normal, boring Aaron Reigner–do for the legendary Batgirls? The enduring Oracle?