Two days pass.

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West Mercy Hospital was Gotham's primary public hospital, located in the University district. Known to be one of the top medical institutions in the country, it treated its patients thoroughly and with patience. The east wing was largely relegated to victims of supervillains; those plagued by Scarecrow's fear toxin or Joker's laughing gas. Oftentimes, when there were **** cases of mental breakdowns or chemical warfare in Metropolis or Blüdhaven, they were sent here for treatment. West Mercy had the most advanced pool of doctors geared towards such afflictions.

Two days ago, Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn attacked the second largest sector of Wayne Technologies. Whatever they stole or found out was beyond the knowledge of the GCPD who struggled to answer Vicki Vale's questions on the matter. From what little they gathered, Poison Ivy had ordered her plants to generate high densities of her pheromones, made everyone keel over from the excess in estrogen, testosterone, and progesterone, and promptly left.

Watching Vicki throw a barrage of questions at Jim Gordon was amusing for a time. Aaron sat in his hospital bed, chuckling, as the classic uproar of television news echoed. He preferred browsing on his phone, but since he didn't have it on him, he was **** to turn to the television on the wall.

"So, Commissioner, you mean to tell the people of Gotham you know nothing of Ivy and Harley's motives?"

"For now, no," Jim Gordon replied. Several flashes of light blasted his face but the man stood close to his mic, undeterred. "An investigation is currently underway."

"This is highly unusual for Poison Ivy. She is an eco-terrorist. Her psychological profile is much different than the Joker or Two-Face," Vicki pointed out. The camera panned to her; orange hair, addicting blue eyes, black eyeliner, and fitted in an expensive black coat and grey slacks. That was her. "Put simply, the attack on Wayne Technologies does not fit with her memo. Does this mean Wayne Technologies has something to hide?"

Again, Jim wasn't fazed by her barrage of questions and conclusions. "That is for Wayne Technologies to answer, not me."

The camera switched back to Vicki, her thin brows furrowed. "Some sighted Harley fleeing the area while carrying an **** Ivy on her back. Any thoughts?"

A chill went up Aaron's spine. There were no links to him since Harley managed to escape but still. Hearing it on the news, on Gotham Gazette, was nerve-wracking.

"Our running theory is that Ivy overexerted herself. The entire building was wrapped in vines, interior and exterior, and very little evidence remains. Perhaps there was something or someone who pushed her to her limit. Regardless, we shall do our best to find and capture them. Wayne Technologies will be assisting us in this matter," Commissioner Gordon said. He looked straight into the camera, eyes determined. "For the employees and victims, I give my sincerest apologies. You will be compensated and justice will be served. Thank you."

With that, he was finished. Cameras flashed off again and journalists yelled at him for another question. The commissioner ignored them as he walked off the podium. His security huddled around him and the network switched to the news anchor.

"Now, for our next–"

Aaron turned it off. He shared the room with three other folk who were all asleep. He put his arms behind his head and sat up straight on the bed's headboard.

"Mr. Reigner?"

"Oh, Dr. Sayer." He noticed her entering but didn't comment. "Are you here for the test?"

Dr. Sayer glanced at the clipboard in her arms and revealed her pearly white smile. "Yes."

His attending doctor, Dr. Sayer. Garbed in the typical white garbs of a doctor, the thirty something year old black woman had long ruffled hair and carried a clipboard with her twenty-four-seven. She wasn't super sexy or hourglass-figured but her smile was pleasant to look at.

"Alright." Aaron threw his covering off. The cool air of the hospital brushed down his back. Hospital gowns were not only thin but semi-transparent in the correct lighting. And given his prodigious endowment, the outline of his cock could be clearly seen. Not to mention there was the sound of his thwacking balls. He had to slow down his steps to stop the obnoxious, thunderous claps.

Plenty of the ladies in the halls eyed him like candy. A few of them whistled as he walked past them. Aaron didn't know whether to be flattered or not. Even the doctor glanced back at his bulge once or twice. Surprise and curiosity sparked Dr. Sayer's brown eyes.

They entered the examination room. There was a desk, three chairs, a bed at the back and medical equipment. There were three women already inside chatting amicably.

"Aaron Reigner is here," Dr. Sayer said, gesturing to him.

"Hello," greeted the first woman, smiling. With short brown hair, light brown eyes, and a scarce number of wrinkles, Aaron would have assumed she was in her forties. Her voice was slightly hoarse, however, implying she was older, in her fifties perhaps. "I'm Dr. Leslie Thompkins. These are nurses Tamara Fox and Crystal Brown. They will be helping with the examination."

Source: Detective Comics (2016) #945

"Call me Tam," the first nurse said. Her complexion was a rich shade of brown and her face was youthful. Wearing a pink headband, her black hair was set in an afro ponytail.

Source: Batwing #21

Aaron stared at her, squinting. "Aren't you…?"

Tam chuckled and pressed her lips into a small smile. "I'm Lucius Fox's eldest daughter, yeah. I'm sure everybody has been talking about me." By the sound of it, she was tired of the recognition.

He couldn't blame her either. Pretty much everybody was talking about the CEO's daughter and her fabulous hips. The nurse uniform was boring and plain, a monotone blue, yet it highlighted the figures of the wearers exquisitely. For many of the patients, it was the talk of the decade.

"Well, you are in some way our boss," Aaron said. "You were the acting CEO for Foxtech, right? I guess you could say you're our sister CEO."

Tam snickered. "Don't even say that. Although I am partly doing this out of my responsibilities as a Fox, it's not my only reason. I'm a nurse. I made a vow to help those in need."

"Fair enough."

"I'm Crystal," the second nurse interrupted. Her voice was stern and she was older than Tam. With short sandy hair, blue eyes behind rectangular glasses, and a slim, bisque body, she looked quite plain. Two wrinkles ran alongside her nose, so Aaron pegged her to be in her forties.

The three medical professionals weren't ugly by any means, especially Tam who was young and conventionally enticing. And nobody seemed to be distracted by the somewhat noticeable bulge on his gown.

'They are professionals, I suppose.'

"First we will be checking your vital signs. After that, there will be a brief vision test and finally the physical examination," Crystal explained to him.

"We just need you to sign this consent form and we can start," Dr. Sayer said, handing over the clipboard in her arms.

The examination went off without a hitch. He signed the form and allowed the two nurses to check his vital signs. Everything was perfect. More than perfect, Tam said, claiming his blood pressure was a hundred-twenty over eighty. Exactly what a male adult his age should have.

Dr. Sayer led the eye test. Shining bright lights in his eyes and making look through several different lenses.

"You aced it," Dr. Sayer stated, visibly impressed. "Twenty-ten vision. Most people your age begin to lose their eyesight here though. Be careful."

"Got it."

Next up was the physical examination. Dr. Thompkins was not as intense as the others. Where Tam and Crystal worked in sync, professional with every word, Dr. Thompkins was laid back. Dr. Sayer was mostly silent and to the point while Dr. Thompkins asked about his day and future.

It was an experience factor. Given her age, she must have worked in the medical profession for decades. Tam was new to the game and although Crystal and Dr. Sayer weren't amateurs, they weren't veterans either. Ears, nose, and throat, she wielded the tools and examined each part without effort and with great depth.

"You have a strong heartbeat," Dr. Thompkins complimented. "You remind me of someone I know, except less headstrong and idiotic." She shook her head, clicking her tongue. "He would be doing so much better if he was like you."

He searched her bittersweet expression. "A son?"

Dr. Thompkins blinked and burst into laughter. "Do I look that old?" she asked, wiping her eyes.

"Fifty-five?" Aaron guessed. Dr. Thompkins stopped and surprise overtook her features.

"Fantastic guess, but no, I am fifty-six. And you were close regarding children, I do have a daughter. She's not an idiot though, so I'm sure she'd love you! She's six years older than you. The perfect age gap, wouldn't you say?" Her golden hoop earrings shook as she laughed again. "Well, I do have a band of children I might consider my kids too, but only because they get injured so often."

"That must be tough."

"Sometimes. I don't like it when young folk like you go up and get themselves injured. The future is already so uncertain. We don't need you youngsters to be dropping like flies now."

Dr. Thompkins was a funny woman, Aaron thought. Motherly but proficient in her work.

Eventually, the true physical examination came. The genital inspection. The ladies lined up and stood next to one another, almost surrounding him. Dr. Thompkins offered him a comforting smile.

"We don't judge," said the lead doctor.

"This is our thirty-third inspection," Crystal added. "We are nothing but professional."

Despite her words, to Crystal's right, he could see the glint in Tam's eyes. The ends of her lips twitching in excitement.