Gotham's Reigner

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What did it mean to be human?

On this Earth of superheroes, supervillains, and gods, it was a vaguely defined term. Rising within the ranks of governments and corporations were those with strength, dexterity, intelligence, and intuition seeming superhuman yet there was no doubt they were mere humans. No metagene, no super soldier serum, no magic, no alien heritage, merely homo sapiens with determination and grit.

Karate Kid, Batman, Nightwing, Red Robin, Batwoman, Green Arrow, Artemis. The list went on and on. Their technical skills, their martial arts, their experiences, their senses, everything was tuned to the highest possible level. They were human and equally inhumane with how far above they were from the rest of humanity.

Aaron Reigner was a regular white guy born in Gotham. Twenty-five years old, in the prime of his life, working as a normal white collar man in Wayne Technologies. A cog amongst the massive conglomerate that was Wayne Enterprises, he was from every angle an ordinary person. Not particularly well-off or high in the corporate ladder. Handsome and smart but quiet and reserved. His job was in the management side of things; making sure shipments and deliveries with partnered companies were scheduled and accounted for. His livelihood depended on the calls he made inside this tiny cubicle.

"Aaron, it's lunchtime," his supervisor announced. Aaron didn't turn back and focused on the video playing on his computer. It was a documentary on a classified military project called A.R.G.U.S. Headphones plopped in, his ears brushed off the words of his superior.

"I know."

The older male paused, waiting for him to elaborate. When Aaron didn't, the supervisor placed a hand on his nape and continued. "You can join us in the cafeteria downstairs."

Aaron didn't blink as he chewed on his homemade veggie pizza. The satisfying voice of the documentary commentary filled his ears, buttery and British. "No thanks."

"A-alright. See you later, friend."

His supervisor was always trying to get him to join the team. 'What a waste of time,' Aaron thought. 'No offence.'

Lunch break ended. Work continued. It was a never ending cycle. Day in, day out, he did the same thing until his floor supervisor called them to punch out. It was an eventuality he looked forward to, no matter how many times it happened.

"See ya," his supervisor said, watching him leave his cubicle with a small wave.

Aaron exhaled and ignored him.

The elevator went down, down, down, and he waited alongside two co-workers. The discussion went from their boring day to Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy and their recent excursion. Something about taking over a LexCorp greenhouse garden.

"No murders though," said the brown-haired man, thrilled. "Crazy, huh? The news said Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy have killed zero people in the past ten years."

"Right, but they've still killed," the dark-skinned guy next to him replied. "They're criminals. They have to be locked up."

"It's Lex fucking Luthor's garden that got taken over. Who cares about that bastard?"

"They're still dangerous."

"And still hot as fuck."

"Okay, fair enough." There was a pause and the guy with the warm complexion grinned. "Remember that video with Harley's ass?"

He heard the two share a hearty chuckle. Aaron didn't blink as the elevator doors opened. At the reception desk, he scanned his card, signed himself out, and left the building. Wayne Technologies, the tall establishment proudly displayed in fancy black letters. Aaron didn't look back as he headed home.

'It's a long weekend,' he thought, liberated. 'Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday off. A super long weekend. Thanksgiving and Black Friday, here I come.'

Aaron wasn't traditional in any way, shape, or form. His break was going to consist of anime and games, nothing more. Still, it was nice to experience normalcy after the hell that was working for Wayne Technologies. Honestly, he didn't want to think about his shitty work routine until Tuesday.

The streets were clean and black, and the clouds above casted dark shadows. A typical Gotham City ambience. The sun came down at four or five o'clock depending on the season. Aaron was pretty sure Gotham was the only city in the world with such a fucked up time zone.

"Hey, dumbass! Look over here!"

Aaron knew the insult wasn't geared towards him. Local high schoolers in the area were loud and obnoxious and hurled snubs at each other left and right. He peaked a glance at the alleyway and the origin of the galled voice.

'Jesus.'

Was that a college student getting beat by a bunch of high schoolers?

"Prissy blue-haired bitch! Just give us your money already!"

The college student, blue-haired and raggedy, grunted as the three high schoolers continued kicking him. He did not give in to their demands, however. He sniffled and hiccuped but he wouldn't let the younger boys take advantage of him.

'Idiot.' Aaron's curiosity was stirred but he wasn't interested in participating. He went on his way without a second glance.

Home was a small apartment with two bedrooms and a single bathroom, and twenty minutes away on foot. It was located at the end of the third floor, room 312, the balcony facing a sketchy parking lot. His salary was decent and he could probably afford a better place, especially considering how low rent was in Gotham, but Aaron was the type to save up and buy cheap. Insurance was at an all-time low and covered a fuck ton of shit but since the Joker was still walking and making plans…well, he didn't want to risk the insurance companies using a loophole to get out of insuring him. The cheaper it was, the higher the chance to get covered.

Aaron lived an ordinary life–or as ordinary as a Gotham citizen could be. He saw Batgirl and Batwoman a few times, and even the new kid Robin, but that was it. Other than that, his life was typical. Mundane. He saw fights but he always stayed out of it. His eyes were keen but he never said a word about his observations.

There was a homeless girl sitting outside the apartment complex. A blue-eyed blonde close to ten years old, silently begging him for spare change. Her little cardboard box was empty.

Aaron ignored her like he did everyone else.

Through the foyer and up the elevator he went.

He brought out his keys, opened the door, and entered his apartment with a relieved sigh. While taking his shoes off, he loosened his tie.

"Finally," Aaron muttered, breathing in the smell of home. "I'm back."

No girlfriend or family greeted him. The first thing he did was head to the bathroom, relieve himself, then set-up a bath. He wore a suit for work and damn was it obnoxious to wear. It was insanely tight, especially in the crotch area, and it hindered his movements. Although Aaron was silent about his grievances, wanting to maintain (and lowkey enjoying) his silent and cool person, his colleagues were not. They must have complained to their supervisor and HR every three days. Hopefully the day would come when the company changed their regulations.

The fancy belt, the matching black trousers and waistcoat, the white dress shirt, he tossed it all to the side and stepped into the bath. The warmth sent tingles down his spine.

If there was a feature about Aaron that was unordinary, it was his manhood. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was hung like a horse. His circumcised cock was eight inches long while totally flaccid. Aaron was something of a grower too, gaining four extra inches at full mast, his erection elegant and heavy.

Then there was his ballsack, tightly packed with mega-sized nuts on par with his own fists. Astonishing on his lean five-foot-eleven body. Aaron was divinely virile and leagues above his fellow males. He doubted that among the ordinary humans of the world there was anyone who was packing more than him.

He also learned he had no refractory period; meaning, he could cum as many times as he wanted as long as his burly balls willed it. In college, he took a metagene test at the local hospital to see if he was related to horses or something. There had to be something to explain his god-like sex abilities. Nope. He was completely human. No mutations, no superpowers, no alien DNA. He was just…blessed with this massive thing between his legs.

He was sure to make any woman happy. Unfortunately, he had been single all his life. There wasn't a woman in the world who had seen him and his naked form.

But Aaron didn't care. Women were the least of his worries. He enjoyed his life. He liked coming home without having someone nag at him. His life's plan was to retire sometime in his forties and travel. If someone else decided to join him, if a woman paid him honest-to-heart attention, then cool. Otherwise, he wasn't going to put in the effort. He wasn't going to chase a chick till she relented. Aaron Reigner was not a **** man nor a playboy.

He stayed in the bath for half an hour before leaving. He threw on his boxers (ignoring the defined shape of his schlong), grey trousers and a black t-shirt. He flicked the TV on and watched some anime.

Simple things. Simple life.

He ordered dinner in the form of shawarma and glued himself between the couch and the TV screen. Midnight arrived. He could hear the criminal buzz of the city settle in. Aaron casted a glance at the kitchen and saw two large bags of garbage, three days old.

Sighing, he decided to take the garbage out.

It was cold as the fall season blasted its chilly winds. Luckily, the current nightly temperature was amicable, and a slim black jacket and sandals sufficed.

He exited the apartment into the parking lot, then headed to the alleyway where the heavy-duty garbage bin lay. Aaron opened it up and promptly shoved the two bags inside.

He was done. He started to walk away–

CRASH!

–but froze upon the intrusion in his ears. Slowly, he craned his head back. Lodged inside the broken dumpster was a woman clad in black. He saw a golden outline of the bat symbol and the pointy ears on a cowl.

'Well shit,' Aaron thought, 'it's Batgirl.'

As soon as that thought manifested, she leaped out. Panting roughly, she threw her head up and searched the rooftops. Nothing.

She was shorter than Aaron expected. Half a head shorter than himself, slim and slightly muscular. Certainly not buff or womanly, but still mesmerising. Aaron's heart raced. He guessed it was because of the mythos behind her, what she meant to Gotham and the wider world. She was essentially a celebrity, a bonafide superhero at work, ready for something to attack her, the stuff of legends.

But nothing.

Besides the crickets of the night, the city was silent.

Aaron blinked and said, "Hi."

Batgirl instantly locked onto him. That was when Aaron noticed the flutter of her cape. Black and pooling around her ankles, it was admittedly very cool, but he refused to let it show on his face. He maintained the small, neutral smile on his face.

He could feel her gaze all over him. It was quick and rapid and in less than a second. From his ears, lips, chin, shoulders, chest, and…crotch? Although her cowl covered her entire head, he could feel her gaze on his crotch like a sixth sense. She tilted her head to the side and felt her eyes return to meet his.

Then she fell over.