Lazarus Island

With a soft hiss, the main cabin door unlatched, and Aaron made his way towards the exit. The ladies weren't too far behind. The door, elegantly designed and seamlessly integrated into the aircraft's sleek exterior, slid open smoothly, revealing the breathtaking landscape of Lazarus Island.

Stepping out onto the jet's retractable stairs, Aaron was greeted by a refreshing tropical breeze and the warm embrace of the island's climate. The stairs gently touched the ground, their sleek metallic surfaces gleaming under the vibrant sunlight. As Aaron descended, he couldn't help but be captivated by the natural beauty that surrounded him—the pristine beaches, lush greenery, and the faint scent of the ocean.

"Different from Gotham?" Talia asked, once on solid ground.

"Way different. I can't recall the last time I saw a tree."

"Mother nature has been denied its place in Gotham." Angel Break looped her arm around his. "Perhaps you can change it."

"Perhaps."

'Assuming Ivy helps.'

Yep, Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn were vaguely in his plans. One way or another, however, regardless of their participation, he was going to bring greenery to Gotham. With this island, his thoughts on the matter were cemented. Forget climate change, the kids of Gotham needed to be able to see a tree that wasn't spawned by a supernatural genocide-talking lady.

Waiting for him ahead was a lone woman with snow-white hair, a tanned complexion, and green markings on her face. Her cheekbones were high and her face was subtly wrinkled. Age was not on her side.

"I am Mother Soul. I am Rúh al Ghul. Welcome to Lazarus Island, Chosen One. I shall be your host."

His eyes scanned her. This was Ra's al Ghul's mother. 'Okay, I've never believed in GILFs but woah. That is a seriously attractive grandmother. I see where Talia got her looks.'

"Where are your men?" Aaron asked.

"Managing the ritual," Rúh replied, "as you requested."

"I meant your protection. You are clearly a woman of high honour. To stand alone like this even for my arrival does not do your service."

As an office worker, Aaron was great at stroking egos and he could tell when it worked. Seeing the small smile on her lips, in this case, it worked phenomenally.

"Apologies." Rúh bowed her head. "My League has lost much of its fighting ****. I could not afford to greet you with them."

"How pathetic, grandmother." Talia stepped forward, sneering. "To greet the Chosen One so whimsically, you have lost your touch."

"Talia," Rúh responded, closing her eyes and opening them, unfazed. Her disinterest in her granddaughter was as palpable as his interest in trees. "Come, Chosen One. I shall take you inside."

***

The abode of Rúh al Ghul, perched atop the elevated cliffs of Lazarus Island and against the supersized skull, was a sight to behold—a majestic fortress that resonated with an aura of ancient power. The palace stood tall and formidable, its silhouette commanding respect against the backdrop of the island's lush landscape.

The palace was a sprawling structure with multiple levels, spanning several floors that from the outside reached half of the giant skull's length. Aaron wondered what manner of creature could leave behind a skull of that magnitude. From a distance, the exterior showcased a fusion of architectural styles, blending elements of traditional fortresses with intricate Eastern influences. Far, far back, as they reached its innersteps, he saw a volcano.

"That is the Lazarus Volcano," Lady Shiva pointed out. "It was the cause of the unnatural storms and supernatural powers last year."

"Right." Stuff like that happened every month. If he was an ordinary man, he wouldn't have been able to differentiate them. "So the effects of Lazarus waters go beyond just healing."

"Precisely." Lady Shiva nodded, arms behind her as she walked beside him. Though Angel Breaker pressed her breasts further into his arm, it did not deter the grandmaster of martial arts. "There is a theory that it was due to the change in shape. The pits are liquid, whereas the storms were Lazarus clouds raining down Lazarus resins."

"The magic of the Lazarus Pits is sensitive. A change like that is to be expected," said Rúh. "I myself have seen prophecies in my dips. Truly, it is a substance of true magic."

"Magic at YOUR disposal, my Chosen One," Angel Breaker interjected, her temple nestling his shoulder. "You can do whatever you want."

"Thanks," he said, smiling down at her. "I appreciate your insight."

Angel Break giggled and was glued to his arm. Hearing the swordswoman giggle like that was weird. Talia rolled her eyes. Rúh remained in front of them, hips wagging, unconcerned.

Stepping through the massive entrance, the interior of the palace revealed a world of opulence and mystery. Intricately carved archways and corridors led to chambers that whispered tales of ancient civilizations and forgotten legends. Rich tapestries adorned the walls, depicting scenes of heroism and triumph, while gleaming chandeliers bathed the halls in a warm, ethereal glow.

"Are these Ra's adventurers?" Aaron asked.

"Yes," Rúh replied. "Before his ****, my son and I had many disagreements. But I did truly love him."

'Loved him…? You were a psycho fortune teller who nearly destroyed the world by releasing a super demon with your faulty dreams.'

The palace boasted vast halls that could accommodate grand assemblies, its high ceilings adorned with ornate frescoes and delicate murals. Exquisite marble columns lined the paths, supporting the weight of history that permeated the air.

As one ascended the palace's floors, a sense of reverence and ancient knowledge permeated the surroundings. Hidden libraries housed scrolls and tomes of untold wisdom, guarded by fierce sentinels who had sworn their loyalty to Rúh al Ghul and the League of Lazarus.

Up, up, up, they went. Aaron wondered if he should have sped up the process with a teleportation spell. Oh well. He had walked too far to do it now.

"Chosen One…" Rúh gestured at a tall double-door. "Talia's personal guards are already inside to tend to you. She shall prepare you for the ritual."

Without warning, the chamber doors with opulence. What came into view were high ceilings and grand windows allowing natural light to cascade in, illuminating the room's elegant tapestries and polished wooden floors. At one end, a luxurious canopy bed with rich draperies and plush bedding served as a centrepiece, offering a place of respite and comfort. Ornate furnishings and intricate decorations adorned the space, exuding an air of regality and timeless beauty.

Several women awaited him. They were like ninjas with black masks, exposed backside and arms showing the red tattoos coursing through them. Their figures were strong and sexy. Kneeling and expectant. They didn't dare look at his face. Instead, they remained at the centre of the room.

"These are my personal guards. I left them with my grandmother in order to keep watch on this island. I have trained each and every one of them since childhood. They serve me and me alone." Talia brushed his shoulder. "Go on. They will help you change."

"I must also change," Angel Breaker said, finally parting from his arm. Aaron didn't particularly miss the softness of her breasts. When Cassandra did it at the Hedonist Society, he enjoyed it but Angel Breaker? Meh.

"Chosen One?"

He blinked. She had been standing there, seemingly waiting for something. Aaron blinked again and out of reflex put a hand on her head. He must have done the wrong thing because she jumped and he quickly pulled his arm away.

"S-sorry, what is it that you want?"

It was as if she had felt affection for the first time in her life. Slowly, she touched her and the region he had massaged. "...a kiss…"

This woman seriously had issues. Moreover, Aaron had way too much empathy. Why were his eyes softening?

"Master, I shall take care of the whore." Lady Shiva bowed and proceeded to haul Angel Breaker away. It was an amusing sight as Angel Breaker did not resist and her feet dragged across the floor.

As for Rúh and Talia, the two of them said they would be waiting outside. Hands in his pockets, he headed in. The doors behind him closed. Talia's personal guards were like statues. All seven of them, identical in complexion, facial features, and attire. All carrying swords. All loyal to him, the Chosen One.

He wanted to sigh. Instead, he played along with the charade. "Take me to the bath." At the corner of his eye, he had seen the bathroom door. Even so, he knew he had to act like the Chosen One if he wanted to be able to get them in the ritual room.

"Of course."

They spoke as one, then rose from their rooted spots in order to guide him forward. Two attaching themselves to each arm, and the remaining three behind him, pushing him. Entering the bathroom, his eyes squinted. It was the glossiest, most uppity bath area he had ever seen. A personal hot spring for him judging by the steam emerging from the water.

Without his permission, they started stripping him. First with his shirt, then his pants. Eventually, he was left in his boxers.

"How many times have you done this?" he asked. One of the female guards, whom he presumed to be the leader, responded while each of them dug their fingers into his waistband.

"Once with Bruce Wayne, once with O-Sensei, once with the great Ra's al Ghul, and once with our Mistress."

'For each potential leader. Makes sense.'

A nod. At once, the female guards yanked his boxers.

Thwap!

Without leverage, his cock swung back to land on his thigh, a loud clap between flesh splitting the room. The reactions were universal. All seven of them, no matter the angle, whether it be his cock or his ballsack, were flabbergasted.

Only harsh breathing and the enduring echo remained. Brows were raised high, expressions were bewildered, jaws were dropped.

All because of that thing between his legs.

Given the colour in their eyes, this was NOT going to be an ordinary bath.