Well, for Vicki Vale....

Vicki Vale stood in front of her bathroom mirror, staring at her reflection as she carefully dabbed at the smudged mascara beneath her eyes. Her hands were shaky, and her legs… well, her legs felt like they’d been replaced by jelly. She hadn’t felt anything below the waist since the moment she crawled out of bed.

Well, except from her pussy. It occasionally squeezed as if remembering the huge cock that had fucked it.

She shivered. She nearly orgasmed.

"Fuck..."

Aaron had left nearly an hour ago, and yet here she was, still struggling to stand upright without holding onto the sink for support. Her hair was a mess, and there was this ridiculous grin on her face she couldn’t seem to shake no matter how much cold water she splashed onto her skin.

She glanced down at herself, clad in nothing. Her still slightly sore from the night before, was a quiet reminder of the *godly* experience she’d just gone through. She winced as she tried to stand straight, but her legs quivered under her weight.

Vicki let out a laugh, shaking her head. "I’m definitely taking a sick day," she muttered to herself, reaching for a towel to pat her face dry. "No way I can do any journalism or walking. Not after that."

She leaned against the counter, still catching her breath from just standing. Who was that guy? Was he seriously some random dude she’d met at the bar last night? She didn't even remember his last name. Just Aaron. Just the way he had completely and utterly wrecked her in bed. Just the way she screamed it and worshipped it.

Her cunt suddenly clamped up again. This time, she gasped and climaxed.

"F-fuck...!" She gripped the sink again, head tilting back toward the ceiling. "Fuuuck...I came just from thinking about him..."

God, how had this happened? Vicki was no stranger to great nights, but that* That was on another level. That was a whole new dimension. She couldn’t even bring herself to compare it to… well… Batman.

Her eyes narrowed as she thought of Batman; or as the public did not know, Bruce Wayne. The great, mysterious, brooding superhero. The playboy billionaire. The man she had shared more than a few nights with in the past.

Vicki snorted, almost losing her balance as she adjusted her stance post-orgasm. Bruce was… fine, she mused to herself, but the comparison between him and Aaron was almost comical.

Bruce had never made her feel like this. Never. Sure, he had that whole dark and sexy thing going on. He had the looks, the charm, the *mystique*. The money too. But when it came to the bedroom? Vicki tried not to laugh.

"No money of amount can make for a big dick."

With Bruce, she could always get up the next morning, fresh as a daisy, and head straight to work. Sure, maybe a little sore, but nothing that a cup of coffee couldn’t fix. But Aaron? Aaron had broken her in the best possible way. Her legs felt like they’d gone through a marathon, and her back was sore in places she didn’t even know could be sore.

"Who would’ve thought?" she said with a small, incredulous laugh. "Some guy I met at a bar—*a random dude*—would turn out to be better than *the* Batman."

Talk about a plot twist.

She glanced at herself in the mirror again. Poor Bruce, she thought, not even realizing she was roasting him. It wasn’t like she was trying to humiliate him—she was just being objective. It was simple math: Bruce might have been this legendary figure, but in bed? He’d been... decent.

Aaron, though? Aaron Reigner was a god.

"Ah, so that was his name."

Aaron Reigner.

Vicki shook her head, still leaning heavily on the sink. She couldn’t even move properly, let alone think about going into the office. "Aaron...Reigner," she muttered, glancing down at her jelly-like legs once more. "Haah...."

The Bruce Wayne, Gotham’s most eligible bachelor, reduced to second place by some guy she brought home on a whim.

She chuckled softly to herself, shaking her head as she pushed herself up to stand a little straighter. It didn’t matter where Aaron had gone or when she’d see him again. One thing was for sure: he had raised the bar so high that even Batman couldn’t reach it.

"Well," she muttered to herself, crossing her arms under her bust, a wry smile on her face, "I definitely will have to give Aaron a call sometime."

If she could walk again by then.