Gotham's Reigner: Chapter 40.5 - Batman SPH

Summary: Not long after the Penguin incident, Bruce Wayne works out as he always does. Within the incredible Wayne Mansion, he gets changed in the locker room and goes to the shower area. There, by sheer coincidence, Bruce encounters Aaron Reigner and is left utterly flabbergasted by his massive cock. After that, he is left further humiliated as woman after woman comes in and sees the difference.

Themes: SPH, NTR-ish, Size Comparison

A/N: Side chapter 'cuz why not? I do have a sequel for this in progress with actual smut. Think of this as build-up XD 

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The locker room in Wayne Manor was a sanctuary for Bruce Wayne after an intense workout. The air was thick with the musky scent of sweat. 

Bruce was no ordinary man. He was the peak of humanity, a towering figure at six foot two. He stood before his locker, taking off his shirt and shoving the messy thing in. He didn’t have time to fold it.

Left in black underwear, he stared at the miniscule bulge. He took a deep breath, feeling the invisible anticipation in the locker room. His fingers into the waistband, one leg out the other, he pulled his underwear down and his small penis bounced out.

He exhaled. Three inches long, tiny pouch shrivelled up from exercise, and looking absolutely tiny on his huge frame. If he weren't the Batman, if he were a normal man, perhaps this would have been acceptable. But it wasn't.

The Batman's greatest secret was neither his identity, his trauma, or his training. It was his painfully average penis, unfit for a man capable of outwitting gods.

The tiled floor beneath him was cool against his feet. He squared his shoulder. 'Be proud, Batman.'

He told himself that everytime as a kind of exercise. He had bedded a hundred women, from Silver St. Cloud, Vicki Vale, Talia al Ghul, Jezebel Jet, Natalya Trusevich, Jaina Hudson, Selina Kyle, and even Harley Quinn. The great secret was never about Batman, it was about his manhood. The infamous Bat Cock—did it live up to expectations?

(Silver's reaction had been delayed. Confusion, then a comforting smile. "Oh, Bruce, I love it! It's just perfect for me!")

("A playboy, huh? Maybe it was just the money…" Vicki muttered before smiling up at him. "Well, big boy, let's see you handle this—)

(Talia didn't blink. "A perfect specimen indeed, Beloved.")

(Jezebel did blink. "Roland—nevermind. I suppose I shouldn't have put so much stocking into a pretty white boy.")

("Interesting," Natalya commented before swallowing his cock whole.)

("I am about to bury your cock in my tits," said Jaina. "I hope you enjoy~"

(He and Selina were making out. His hand on her rear, his mouth moaning into hers, the Bat and the Cat were truly becoming one. Her claws ripped his black trunks apart and let his soft dick hang out. Her green eyes flickered down and widened, breaking the kiss. "Oh my…a small bat indeed." Still peering down, seemingly fascinated, she began stroking…)

(Harley stared at it. "Uhh, that's it, Bat? Gotta say, it's much smaller than I thought it'd be. Oh well, a girl can't complain. It's the BAT cock after all!")

Flaccid, hard, it didn't matter. There was a pattern amongst them: a lack of surprise. A lack of commitment. Through sheer luck, he managed to make Silver orgasm eleven times. Key word: luck. After her passing, he never managed to accomplish that feat.

There was the change area of the locker room, then the shower shower zone at the end. The shower was turned on, something he had noticed since the start, with the glassy very foggy. Somebody was already in there. Whether it was Dick or Tim, it didn’t matter. Bruce was comfortable. There was no need to be weird about it.

‘Judging by the body type, it’s Dick.’

The World’s Greatest Detective’s observations were rarely incorrect.  He stepped in confidently, saw the male inside, and his heart dropped. He did indeed recognize the man. It wasn’t a stranger. However, it was a man Bruce did not entirely trust. A man that he suspected of wrong-doing.

A man who was calm and cool as he turned to see who it was, who didn’t realize the problem when he did turn to look at Bruce.

Thwap!

"Oh, hey, Bruce."

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.

(“Strip,” commanded Kasandara. Bruce hesitated. The illegitimate fakir frowned, her forehead and the red bindi creasing. “Pain is not merely physical. It is emotional too. Now strip.”

Bruce swallowed and carefully took his pants off. His shirt came next, his muscular form capable of making the shyest maiden blush, yet gaining no praise from his Indian teacher. She was unmoving. She was still. Draped in a black scarf, she displayed modesty, restraint, and impossible control. Control that Bruce sought for himself.

“Ha…” It took a long breath to build the confidence to remove his underwear. Kasandara might have been his teacher but she was still a woman. A gorgeous brown woman at that. He inhaled sharply and slowly pulled the black underwear down.

A penis emerged, small and feeble. It was liberated yet meek from the previous hours of meditation. The pouch was tiny and scrunched up and the penis was shrivelled up to a meager two inches.

Bruce did everything he could not to be ashamed. He was a Wayne. He was the inheritor to the largest company in the eastern seaboard. Yet here he was, in the middle of New Delhi, stripping at the best of a street woman.

Kasandara didn’t blink. She stared, unimpressed. “Now stand outside. Let them all see.”

“What?” Bruce put his hands over his manhood. “I came for control of pain, not—”

“No man can claim to have the largest manhood. Even then, men cling to that meaningless pride. Once that pride dissipates, you will understand,” Kasandara said. “Now go. I will teach you the final step unless you stand outside for an entire night.”

An entire night!? It was fall. There was a chance the cold could creep in and ruin his image further. Hands cupping his cock and balls, Bruce protested, “The local law—”

“Do not arrest for public indecency. If you see them, bribe them, and they will leave you, a white man, alone.”

He stayed still, bewildered. Going outside nude in the streets of New Delhi? Was she crazy? His jaw clenched. But there was a reason he was doing this. He was doing this for his parents—for vengeance. The young man, barely twenty years old, swallowed up his pride and took his hands off his crotch.

“I understand,” Bruce replied. With that, he turned and opened the door to the outside world.

Ordinarily, he was four inches, yet when it mattered it always shrunk to two or three inches. As he stood outside, bare feet planted, he realized how much he could change that.

“Pffft! Brother, look at that white man!”

“Oh my god!”

Many noticed. Many pointed and humiliated him. Many called for the shame of the white man. Bruce hated every second but for the sake of the mission and his parents he would do it. He would stand his ground.

"Pfft! How can it be so small!"

"Such a big man yet such a small cock…"

"What a tiny ding a ling!"

Most kept their distance, merely laughing at his shame. A few did come close.

One individual even flicked his balls. A young Indian lady with long brown hair and a giggly disposition. A beauty that ordinarily would have blushed at his form. “I can’t believe white men are so small.”

His face went beet red.

He was supposed to learn from this. He was supposed to use this as a learning experience.

“Haha! Honey, look! I’m bigger than he is!”

He wasn’t sure how much longer he could take this.

Minutes went into hours. Hours turned the day into night. By the end of the day, by the time Kasandara appeared, he was rock hard. He was a blank slate, unfettered by the comments of the hive mind.

Kasandara smiled. “Good. Come back in. Oh, and please, get rid of that tiny rod.”

Bruce didn’t so much as flinch as she tossed him his clothes and returned to dignity.

New Delhi didn’t know it but that day the streets met Bruce Wayne and his iconic four inch penis. An exchange of equal yet silent importance.

That day, Bruce learned more than just controlling pain; he learned to control every spark of emotion in him. Aliens, gods, men, it didn’t matter. Nothing was worse than standing with your tiny dick out, unable to move and only able to listen to the laughter and mocking sounds of ordinary people.

Nothing could have prepared Batman to face impossible odds with a clear mind better. )

“How’s Selina?” Aaron asked.

“Good,” Bruce replied calmly. “She might come over today. Could you make her dessert?”

“What does she enjoy?”

“High-end dessert. Donuts, typically.”

“That’s high-end?”

“To her, it is.”

Aaron snickered. Bruce smiled slightly. In spite of the difference in manhood and his suspicions, he enjoyed talking to Aaron. It would be a shame if he did end up becoming the Chosen One.

Bruce and Aaron turned the faucet off at the same time. They walked out, towels slung over their shoulders, talking. Of course, Bruce couldn’t ignore the wet thwacks he made as he walked. He envied him for an instant and then proceeded to squash the jealousy out of himself.

Bruce Wayne was Batman. What was there to be jealous of? He had slept with the sexiest of the sexiest. His penis might have been meager but it did its best and there was nothing else he could ask of it—

Zip!

"Bruce! There's trouble in—oh."

One second, Bruce and Aaron were alone in the locker room. The next, Barbara, Helena, and Zatanna were here.

Zatanna's eyes went from Aaron to Bruce, then back to Bruce. Her sexy legs were encased in stockings and her top-brim nearly dipped to the side. "W-wow."

The difference. The fucking difference between manhoods. Zatanna was flabbergasted.

Bruce and Aaron stood there, frozen. Bruce was a handsome man, but the moment he turned around to face the women, they all forgot about him entirely. In fact, they barely registered his face. All they could see was Aaron.

The stunned reaction was broken by the second smartest woman in the room: Barbara Gordon. 

"Bruce…" Barbara was in her Batgirl costume and without her wheelchair. Her cowl's analyzed both penises and calculated their measurements in an instant. She looked away from the nude males. "Oh no…"

Barbara understood. More than anyone, she sympathized with feeling of inadequacies regarding a superior member of the same gender. Case in point, Starfire.

So yes, she understood. More than anyone, she got how demeaning it was for Bruce.

That didn't stop her from giggling at the following comment though.

"Holy shit, the Bat Cock." At Helena's remark, Bruce's little guy twitched. Her lips curled up. "Oh my god…THAT'S the Bat Cock! Pffft!"

His heart sank and he coolly put his hands over his crotch. Aaron did the same, except the results were much different. He couldn’t put a hand around his dong, much less hide it in any meaningful way.

Helena the Huntress was blessed with an eagle's eye. She had already burned the memory into her head. Bruce Wayne and Aaron Reigner, standing with their dicks out. One tiny, one huge.

"What happened?" Bruce asked in a hurry. "A Justice League emergency?"

"Definitely," Helena replied, "seeing that the Batman has a tiny pen—"

Barbara, or rather, the Batgirl stepped forward and interjected, "Justice League Incarnate claim to have detected a multiversal creature. They need your expertise."

"I see." Instantly, Bruce switched to Batman mode. "Give me a debrief."

By doing so, without thinking, Bruce released his nether regions of his protective hands and went to his locker. Everybody stared at his mediocre penis.

Aaron also went to his locker. The outcome was much different.

Thwap! Thwap!

Bruce wished he could ignore the size difference.

"Sorry that you can't hide your grandfather's clock of a cock," Helena joked. "I bet Bats is jealous though."

Bruce turned, a shirt in his hands, tiny dick and pouch facing the ladies. "Enough, Helena. Do not tell him more than he needs to know."

Helena giggled and Zatanna pursed her lips, trying to hold back her laughter. Bruce scowled.

The muscles, the arms, the legs, the toned back, everything about Bruce was phenomenal. The same could be said about Aaron, except at a slimmer shape. Their aesthetics were different yet mouth-watering.

The quality of aesthetic shifted after seeing what dangled between their legs. Or in Bruce's case, what didn't dangle.

Bruce pretended not to be irritated. In reality, he was totally emasculated for having revealed his penis was smaller than his fucking chef. If it was just him, if it was just four flaccid inches alone, he could deal with it. But next to Aaron? Fuck.

Not to mention Zatanna was there. Imagine humiliating yourself in front of the sexy stockings of Zatanna Zatara. A woman he had known for decades and had built a strong, respected friendship with.

His heart was pounding. Then—

Click!

The door opened. A sultry woman appeared. Arguably the single sexiest woman in Gotham, clad in tight leather and moving with swaying hips.

Bruce should have reacted. He should have hidden himself. Out of some misguided love, he didn't and let himself be compared to Aaron Reigner. 'No—'

"Is something wrong? Where is Bat—oh."

Katana and Catwoman entered. The former his current fuck buddy and the latter his ex-fiancee.

In her Catwoman costume, mask on, Selina strutted forward, a subtle sway of her hips that drew everyone's attention. Her outfit hugged her perfect figure, the leather of the suit emphasizing every curve and nuance of her body. She stopped next to Helena and pulled her mask off.

Selina's green eyes practically sparkled from seeing Aaron. Fuck, this sucked.

"Well aren't you a specimen...?" Selina purred. Turning to Bruce, she let out a chuckle. "Seems like you've got some competition here, Batman."

The largest exaggeration of Gotham's history. There was no competition and Selina knew it.

Her gaze washed all over Aaron, whereas Bruce had received a small glance and a giggle.  Selina took her sweet, sweet time looking too. Bruce set his lips into a flat line. He knew Selina would take note but to think the difference in Selina's attitude between him and his own chef would be this drastic.

He pretended he was fine being nude. He pretended he was fine showing his manhood to Catwoman AND Zatanna fucking Zatara. Not to mention a Justice League member and his adopted son's ex-girlfriend. Seriously, Bruce wasn't sure whose glances were worse: his ex-fiancee or his childhood friend.

"Well…" Selina chuckled, a hand on her hip. "Looks like we know who is bigger where it matters."

"More like we know who runs the house." Helena licked her lips. "I can't wait to see the main dish."

Barbara covered her mouth, laughing. Zatanna did the same thing, although less discreetly. Katana averted her eyes, embarrassed for the Batman.

Bruce couldn't stand for this. He just couldn't. He was the Batman for Christ's sake. "All of you out."

Selina pouted and skipped over to him, a finger to his chest. "Aw, but Brucie~"

Bruce scowled and grabbed her wrist. "I said out."

"Such strong words…" Selina purposely glanced down and smirked. "...for such a little man."

Bruce had no response and gave her the Bat Glare. Selina was unaffected, as was every other woman. In Aaron's presence, his authority was totally diminished. 

"We will wait outside," said Zatanna, acting as the leader of the heard and forcing them out.

'You could just teleport them out,' Bruce said in his head. She didn't. Zatanna let the situation become excruciatingly slow for Bruce.

The women all began to file out of the room together. But just before they left, each of them looked back to give Aaron a flirty wink, a sassy remark, or a seductive smile.

"I hope the chef doesn't steal the role of the Bat," Selina joked.

"I wouldn't be surprised," Barbara muttered under breath. He wasn't supposed to hear it. He did anyway.

Zatanna and Barbara really caught his attention due to their rear assets. Suffice to say, even though it was wrong, Bruce couldn’t help but twitch at the sight of their booties.

Plus, was it just him or were they not surprised?

The women were gone. That left Bruce with the giant elephant in the room.

Bruce opened his mouth to say something to Aaron. He was prepared to comment on women or their obsession with size, or maybe their superficialness. He didn’t. In the end, after seeing his swaying flaccid cock, Bruce decided it was better to keep his mouth shut and count his losses.

Upon reflection and pulling a shirt over himself, Bruce recalled Selina's reaction. She was shocked but not flabbergasted. Had she maybe…?

He clenched his fist. So she had seen dicks bigger than him already. She had seen dicks as large as Aaron's. He couldn’t imagine anyone being bigger than Aaron either. Meaning—

'I'll have to come back to this later. Right now, the Justice League needs me.'

Bruce narrowed his eyes and put on some pants. Then, he activated the manor's mechanism through voice recognition. "Bruce Wayne, 051939."

There was a suction and his locker turned around and displayed a set of Batman armour. Aaron blinked.

"Woah."

Bruce put the armour on. From the cowl, the leggings, the upper armour, the utility belt, and the black trunks. Batman was ready.

He pretended Aaron wasn't there and went outside to join the heroines.

"Still wearing the trunks," Helena teased. Selina cackled while Helena smirked and taunted him further, "You do you, Bats."

…although after today Bruce suspected things would never be the same. He clenched his jaw. Zatanna and Barbara, he could see they had lost some respect for him.

He didn't want to admit it, but this sucked. Someday, he would personally get back at Aaron for this.