Gotham's Reigner: Chapter 24 - The Decree

In the heart of an Earth covered in darkness was a throne fashioned from the broken caricature of an urban building. Dripping down its edges was a venomous black slime.

Perched upon the throne, an enigmatic figure released an aura of malefic power, casting an ominous shadow that stretched across the desolate landscape. The darkness was not its ally, it was its servant. A mere toy to hurl and twist. Above, the skies roiled with a tempest of swirling storms, crackling with ethereal lightning and veiled in an otherworldly haze.

From this commanding vantage point, the mysterious entity surveyed the skies above, its piercing gaze penetrating the fabric of existence itself.

Shadows swirled and danced within the palm of his hand. A cackle erupted from the darkness within.

"So, the Chosen One has awakened."

With a single gesture of its shadowy hand, the fabric of reality quivered and trembled. Universes quaked and shuddered as if caught in the grip of an invisible force. Time itself twisted and distorted under the weight of its unimaginable power.

"Oh well. The END will come when I decree."

The words reverberated through a haunting smirk. It was a proclamation of absolute power. An ominous warning.

A challenge.

And as the void quivered with the echoes of devastation, the entity's malevolent laughter resonated through the abyss. Under his heel was the skull of the Dark God. The God of Evil, the Left Hand of the Great Darkness.

"These gods…they are quite amusing. The despot and his Fourth World belong to me. I suppose I shall kill the Highfather of New Genesis next. My battle with the Chosen One can wait."

After all, he is the one that is Empty.

The one that takes.

***

The sound of water stopped abruptly. Aaron Reigner stepped out of the bathroom, towel slung casually over his shoulder, still glowing from the steam of the shower. He was calm, collected, his grey eyes scanning the room as if assessing a battlefield, though the only opponents present were five of Gotham’s most formidable women, each staring at him in varying degrees of interest, amusement, and outright awe. Hadiyah, Jaina Hudson, Iman Avesta, Julia Pennyworth, and of course...

"Mmmm~!"

...Selina Kyle, biting her bottom lip and staring. 

The thwap thwap thwap of his large white member smacking against his thigh as he walked echoed in the otherwise silent room. The sheer casualness of his stride made the moment all the more absurd. He was fully aware of the attention, of how hung he was, and yet he couldn't think too much of it because, well, he had always been like this. He was always hung.

“Sweet Jesus,” Selina Kyle muttered from her spot on the bed. Her emerald eyes danced with amusement as she crossed one long leg over the other. “Now THAT'S what I call a big cock."

Iman Avesta rolled her eyes. "You know you've already seen it before, right?"

"Doesn't change that is huge."  

Aaron shot her a sideways glance, but said nothing.

Jaina Hudson, the always glamorous, always poised charity organizer turned White Rabbit, couldn’t help but chime in. Arms under her bust and motioning with a lazy flick of her hand towards Aaron’s dangling member, she joked, “Talk about the BWC of BWCs.”

“BWC?” Julia asked, cocking an eyebrow. Ah, so she didn't watch porn.

“Big White C—”

Iman Avesta interrupted before Jaina could finish the sentence. "Please, sit.” Iman gestured and got Aaron to make his way toward the chair that she had placed in the center of the room for him.

Aaron sat down in the chairthe towel still hanging loosely on his shoulder. Iman moved behind him, her hands already poised to begin the massage. Jaina joined her. "Two is better than one," the Indian woman chimed.

Indeed it was. Iman was great on his shoulders and with Jaina on his side muscles, it was even better. He fingers were lift and soft and lacked the firmness of Iman's message.

A cock hanging ten inches down.

Five women in the room, all clothed.  All horny and needing but deciding to keep their hands to themselves to listen.

Selina crossed her arms. She was behind him, sitting on the bed, yet could see the tip of his cock hanging from the chair. That was how big it was. Aaron's back was to the chair, legs spread, and yet his cock still hung. “You know, if this whole ‘saving Gotham’ thing doesn’t work out, you could always go into porn business. They’d eat you up.”

“Noted.

Hadiyah’s was to the side, a hand on her hip. She was looking at Aaron who glanced at her and immediately started speaking. “Crime rates are at an all-time high. It’s not just the usual suspects anymore—Joker, Two-Face, Riddler—there’s a new breed of criminals. More dangerous, less organized. It's the aftermath of the riots. People are still dissatisfied."

“Batman can’t keep up,” Julia Pennyworth added from where she leaned against the wall, her arms folded across her chest. “No matter how hard he tries, no matter how many thugs he takes down, they just keep coming. It’s like cutting the head off a hydra. You kill one, and two more rise in its place.”

Aaron opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling for a moment, contemplating. Then, his gaze shifted back to the women in the room. “Batman’s been fighting this fight for years, and nothing’s changed. Gotham is still the same.”

“So what’s the plan?” Jaina asked, her fingers kneading up, up, up, until she was at his biceps. “You’re not suggesting we pick up where Batman left off, are you? Sorry, but I'm a thief, not a hero who goes around pummeling stinky men.”

“Not exactly,” Aaron said, even and measured. “I have stages. Five methods of enacting change in Gotham City."

"Five stages?" Selina repeated. "What are you, Batman?"

"Call me inspired," Aaron replied. "Batman is correct that plans are necessary for this stage. My first stage was or is simple: collecting allies in various sectors of Gotham City, which we have in abundance." He glanced over at the ladies. They all recognized their own power and that right now they worked under him. "Even Vicki Vale, the most influential reporter of the Gotham Gazette, is in my pockets."

"So...stage one is done?" Selina asked.

"No," Hadiyah responded in his stead. "Not even close. We need the faceless of the city, the small and big businesses, and most importantly...the mayor. We need the mayor to enact true change, right?"

The mayor, the end goal of stage one. The mayor, the one who directly talked to the state and the federal government. The better and smarter the mayor, the more support Gotham would receive from the outside. Aaron already had a couple candidates. Whether those candidates would step up was up to him now.

Whether they liked it or not, Gotham had to change. It just had to.  

"Precisely. Which is why I'll be asking you all to be intermingling with the upper class."

"Ugh, you want me to fuck a bunch of old men?" Selina asked, rolling her eyes.

"No one gets to fuck you except me," Aaron calmly said. "What I mean is spying and wire-tapping. You're skilled, Selina. You won't get caught."

Selina lowered her head in a mock bow. "Thank you for the confidence, Lord Aaron." 

"Get names, bank accounts, shell accounts, the works. I want every piece of dirt in this city. Let it build, maybe tip off Batman sometimes, but at some point, we'll have the officials clean it all up."

Iman’s hands paused for a moment on his shoulders as she glanced down at him, intrigued. “Is that stage two? The clean up?"

“No. Not now. Don't even think about it right now. Look, we're not just going to fight crime—we’re going to eliminate it long-term. We have to expand on social securities programs and charities, and for that, we need the right people. Ideally, they should have zero affiliation with Wayne. He has already done his fair share. It's time for us to chip in, go beyond the scope of Wayne. Introduce and prop up fresh faces."

"Many people in the city do hate Wayne," Jaina said.

"That is why you will be leading the search, Jaina."

"Talking to a bunch of locals..." Jaina glanced at Selina and smirked. "Could be worse."

Selina snorted. "If charities could solve Gotham's issues, we wouldn't be here. "

"You're right. That's because Gotham’s criminals have had free rein for too long. They’ve gotten comfortable. They think they’re untouchable. We’re going to remind them that they’re not. If we have to kill them, we will. If that’s what it takes to bring peace to Gotham, then that’s what we’ll do.”

The room fell silent for a moment. It wasn’t a declaration made lightly, but none of them were strangers to violence. They knew what it meant to fight for Gotham, to bleed for it.

Hadiyah nodded slowly. “I’ve been fighting for this city for years. From the bottom of my heart, I want to change it. And if that means we have to get our hands dirty, then so be it.”

Julia straightened from her position against the wall, her lips pressed into a thin line. “I agree. Batman’s been trying to save Gotham for so long, but sometimes saving something means burning it down first. We have to do what needs to be done.”

Selina recrossed her legs. “You know, I never pegged you as the ‘kill to save’ type,” she said to Aaron. “To be honest, I...don't really agree. I believe we can get away with bringing peace without killing."

Selina Kyle was a survivor but she did not kill; or rather, she avoided killing. All the unnecessary heat it would bring from the police and Batman as well as the moral implications...it was too much. She hated it and by spending time with Bruce, she truly came to believe in its wrongness.

“It’s not about what I want. It’s about what Gotham needs. And right now? Gotham needs us.” As he said that, Jaina’s hands rested on his shoulders. Aaron closed his eyes, then opened them. The grey in his pupils were suddenly darker. "I won't ask you to kill, Selina. That will be my job. My decree. I will do whatever it takes to bring peace to this city.”

Yes, bare to the world, Aaron made his decree.