The Motherbox

A Motherbox. A living, breathing computer. It was contained in a floating sphere with wires connecting it to the monitor which was further connected to the most advanced supercomputers in the world.

Here, Dante's Ninth Circle did all their calculations and storage of items and money. Here, an entire database of villainy was recorded. By forcibly using Dante’s fingerprint and pupils, the trio gained access to it.

Aaron was at the helm of it all. After all, Black Canary and Green were no computer geniuses.

“A Motherbox…” The Green Arrow crossed his arms “Never thought I'd see one in my adventures. This is more Superman's line of work with the New Gods and all that.”

“Should I call the FBI,” Aaron asked.

Green Arrow glanced over. “Technically, this is Justice League business. Although since you're here, I guess not.”

“Well, someone has to know. Look at how much info there is on Lex Luthor. Someone could definitely arrest him with this.”

“Like all the author times? Trust me, the smartest guy on Earth has a billion back-up plans. He won't get caught.”

“Ah, that's fair,” Aaron said, nodding. He stopped typing. “So…what do we do?”

“We'll take the Motherbox to the Watchtower. Everything else can be confiscated,” Black Canary said.

“Won't they know?”

“Better than to give it to the government,” Green Arrow said. “T…r…u…”

Time slowed. Green Arrow and Black Canary were blinking. Aaron moved in Flash Time

‘Sorry, but that Motherbox is mine.’

“XobrehtoM ekaf a etaerc.” From his hand, he manifested a fake Motherbox. Something operational but certainly not connected to the Source. “Secalp hctiws.”

Switch places. Blip! The real Motherbox was now in his possession. Perfect.

Ping!

“Flash Time identified! New owner identified! Welcome, Aaron Reigner!”

Look at that: the Motherbox could manipulate molecules, generate boom tubes, serve as communication devices, generate illusions, and whatever the fuck else a person or god could want. Dante used it to further this century-long secret organization.

Aaron would use it in the opposing manner: to help create world peace.

“I will be sending you to Hadiyah of Gotham City in Cherry Hills. She will act as my proxy. Inform her on how to fully connect to you and use your full capabilities.”

Together with his life ****, an incantation was not necessary. The Motherbox simply teleported to where it was told.

Time returned to normal.

“...s…t…m…e,” Oliver’s voice sped up, “the government ain't so fun with this kind of stuff. Especially Waller.” Green Arrow shuddered. Aaron could now confirm the Speed **** was off. “So we just definitely…huh.”

Oliver's crotch suddenly swelled. The quick fabric he got from a guard to cover himself with was quickly ripping. He was getting hard. “Ah, fuck, what the hell…!?”

Black Canary went wide eyed when she saw his throbbing boner. For him, it was seriously impressive—and concerning. Cupid's **** hadn't quite dissolved, it seemed.

“Okay, uh, Dinah, call the Justice League while I go search for another pair of pants. Tell them I was injured in combat.” Oliver scurried over to the elevator, holding and feebly hiding his eight inch erection. It didn't quite work. Aaron and Dinah exchanged looks and followed after him.

“Where are we going, Ollie?” Black Canary asked.

“Rooftop! There should be a helicopter for us to use!”

***

A helicopter atop Queen Tower. Lady Luck was truly shining on them. This was going to be a clean get-away.

With Oliver as the pilot, they lifted off from the rooftop of Queen Tower. Aaron leaned back in his seat across from Dinah. Queen Tower itself, steeped in generations of dark secrets, was just a memory behind them—its glitzy façade hiding a whole legacy of darkness, courtesy of Robin Queen, Oliver's ancestor who’d founded the Ninth Circle.

But right now, Aaron was more focused on the present company. He let his gaze wander over to Dinah, who had her eyes fixed out the window, strands of blonde hair loose from her braid and catching the low light in the cabin.

Oh, and her tits. A bit sweaty from the battle, contained in a low-cut bodysuit, and with no bra. She caught him looking, and an amused smile crept onto her face.

“See something interesting?” she asked, her voice just loud enough over the hum of the chopper.

“Just wondering when you and Oliver are getting married,” he decided to say. She knew that would alter her question.

“It's…a work in progress.”

“Better than progress, no?”

Dinah crossed her arms, suddenly agitated. “I guess.”

So there was some tension regarding their marriage. Good to know.

Twenty minutes later, the chopper descended toward Queen Mansion, nestled twenty miles out from the bustle of Star City.

“We are here, people,” Oliver announced through the speakers.

Below them, the mansion spread out like something straight out of a gothic fairytale. Gray stone walls, towering turrets, and a sweeping circular garden filled with intricately trimmed hedges. The paths formed spirals and circles, like Oliver had hired a landscaper with a math degree.

“Wow,” Aaron said,. “You live in a castle. Next time, just admit it.”

Oliver rolled his eyes, pulling the chopper into a smooth landing. “Yeah, yeah. Welcome to Casa de Queen. Don’t get too comfortable though, you might start thinking I’m rich or something.”

Dinah got off the chopper first and Aaron double made sure to eye-fuck that ass. Aaron didn't understand how one could have troubles when the woman had an ass like that and wore fishnets on top of it. Just fuck her and call it a day.

‘If only relationships really were that easy…’

He still had Cassandra waiting for him in Japan. Hopefully that girl wouldn't get into trouble.