The Biggest Cock in Gotham.

Water sprinkled over his head—over Aaron Reigner. The loud, wet smack as his massive schlong hit his thigh was forever imprinted in Bruce’s brain.

‘What. The. Fuck.’

To call him well-hung would be an understatement. Aaron was—without exaggeration—hung like a horse. He was so fucking massive that Bruce could stack his own penis together and still not match him. He could get hard and still not come close to the limp schlong dangling between his legs.

Bruce’s eyes scanned his form in an instant and pretended nothing was wrong as he stepped in. There was a two space gap between them. Bruce casually turned the faucet, acting as if he wasn’t absolutely flabbergasted on the inside. Besides being Batman, he was Bruce Wayne. Bruce fucking Wayne, the playboy billionaire.

How could he claim to be a playboy when his damn chef was three times bigger than him?

Sure, Aaron was shorter and less muscular. Toned akin to a woman’s wet fantasy rather than built like a truck. However, that cock shook up the intrinsic dynamic between them. Bruce was supposed to be the boss, but could he be with a penis so painfully mediocre?

“By the way, I made dinner,” said Aaron. “I included lots of protein, like you asked.”

“Good.” Because Bruce didn’t want to talk to him. Not one bit.

This was despite the fact that Bruce was suspicious of him. There was a ten percent chance Aaron Reigner was the Chosen one—a ten percent he was responsible for stretching Selina out with his massive cock and a five percent chance he was doing the same to Talia as the newfound leader of the League of Assassins.

Fuck. Fuck. His heart pounded. If his deductions really were correct, then Selina and Talia…

‘They’re getting absolutely destroyed.’ Discreetly, from the corner of his eye, Bruce glanced at Aaron’s soft member. No doubt about it, it was larger than Bruce at his best day. He could take a dose of venom, gain a temporary boost in size, and still not match up to his flaccid dong.

He didn’t want to imagine it. He did. His Selina—crying in excess pleasure and proclaiming, “It’s sooo big, Aaron~!”

His Talia, the mother of his child, going wide-eyed and declaring, “This…this is the form of a true male.” She would worship him, stroking his cock with her tender fingers. Then…she would take him, her hole permanently reshaping itself. “This is—oh! Oh! Oh! Mmmph! I'm cumming~! Bruce never made me cum this fast~!”

If Aaron began fucking any of his women, they would forget all about him. Selina, Talia, Vicki…fuck, it pissed him off, especially considering that Talia was the mother of his child. How unfair was it that she just got to move on and get railed by a dick so much bigger than his own? Bruce was a man. Like any other man, he could be jealous and afraid. Usually, because of the mission, he could control his emotions. He could control his envy.

Not today. His nice and soft penis seemed feeble standing next to Aaron Reigner.

The Dark Knight and the suspected Chosen One. To think there would be such a large gap in one facet of their abilities. If Aaron was indeed the Chosen One, did he even consider Bruce a threat anymore? It sounded silly, but it was so animalistic and masculine he couldn’t resist the urge to think about it.

The water continued coming down, his hair growing wet.

Two badasses. Two men. One with ten inches, one with three inches. Both were soft. One with a toned body, one with a buff superhero body. Standing just two feet apart, from the back, it was a strange comparison. Balls and dong dangling between Aaron’s legs. Bruce's shoulders and scars giving him a rugged look. Two respective peaks of maculinity.

From the front, it was a whole other story. It was so much worse for Bruce. From the front, the two badasses couldn’t be any more different.

‘Breathe…’

The thoughts of envy and anger—of Selina and Talia—lasted all but two seconds. Two seconds, before the Batman thoroughly squashed his insecurities, leaving nothing to be remained.

Bruce didn’t let the size difference get to him. He let the pain of shame go. He remembered the teachings of the woman who taught him to circumvent pain. An Indian woman that taught a young Bruce Wayne to literally be able to control his pain, whether it was by sleeping on a bed of needles or standing on hot coals without reacting.

She even taught him to stay proud of his size.