DC: GOTHAM'S REIGNER

Aaron Reigner could never decide if he was an ass-man or a tits-man. Seeing Killer Frost pull up her leotard and her ass cheeks jiggling when the material snapped up caused his cock to twitch and his balls to tense.

Like come on. Tits were amazing to grope yet so were booty cheeks. 

There was the matter of his cum in her womb too. Her strip of length riding up her pussy was holding back the ocean of cum and let only small trickles fall from her thighs.

His own bathrobes were on and he tightened the belt of his robes for what was the third or fourth time. He was changed. Suppressed. Yet his gaze was stuck. Before she could open the door, he strode forward and grabbed her ass.

Killer Frost smirked. "So much for being a badass. You love my ass."

He gave her bum a hefty slap. "Don't forget that I'm the one that fucked it. That means I get royalty cheques from it."

"Ha! Fair enough!"

Creaaaak!

The heavy steel door to Black Canary's prison box creaked open, revealing a sight most wouldn't expect from a superheroine. 

Black Canary was standing and bound, arms and legs chained, her body forced into a compromising position, her rear jutting out, back arched, and her arms and head forward. She was still in her iconic outfit: leather jacket, low-cut top, and, of course, the fishnet stockings she was known for. The chains clinked softly as she stirred and tried to move her cuffed hands. Her keen blue eyes flickered upward, immediately locking onto Aaron Reigner.

The hung man on the nude beach.

The biggest cock in the world.

Ass jutting out, arms and legs chained, and her mouth caged to block her Canary Scream. Black Canary never thought she would meet Aaron Reigner in such a position. Chained up like some dog.

Her eyes flicked to the crotch region of his bathrobes. She could smell the addictive cock she once saw on the nude beach. Her boobs hung from her chest and her eyes remained still. Dinah didn't need to be a mind reader to put two and two together. Her sharp eyes flicked between Aaron and Killer Frost. 

"Free her," Aaron said.

Killer Frost sauntered over to Canary and put her hands on her hips.

Aaron's face remained impassive while Killer Frost stared down at Black Canary who glared up at her. "Look, Canary, I ain't your friend. But I'm also not your enemy anymore, so pipe down with the pissy face." The icy villain extended a hand, icy thawing her palm and about to spread to her mouth blockers. "Got it?"

Black Canary glared and glared until she closed her eyes and nodded. The killer palm touched the mouth blocker. The blocker froze, then fell apart into tiny little shards.

"Haah…" Black Canary could finally breathe properly. From her hand, Killer Frost manifested a sword and sliced the chains in half. Simply receiving contact froze the chains on her legs and arms and consequently shattered it all.

Black Canary was free. 

Dinah arched herself up straight, her body regaining its natural posture, the tight fit of her costume emphasizing every curve, especially in the fishnets she was so famous for. Hands on her hips, she went on her toes and stretched. Arched. 

'Damn, that's hot.' 

Not just her arch but her eye contact. She was looking right at him. 

"Should've guessed," Black Canary ended up saying.

"That I was a superhero?"

"It is a stereotype."

That superheroes had big dicks? Yeah, that made sense. It was a stereotype that Aaron held too.

Killer Frost, now standing beside Aaron, cocked her head. "You two met before?"

"It's…" Black Canary's eyes went from Killer Frost and then flicked down briefly to Aaron's crotch before snapping back to his face. The events at the nude beach flashed through her mind. "I have a million questions running through my mind and unfortunately, I don't have the time to get them all answers. Who sent you? The Justice League? Batman? Team Arrow?"

"Just me."

"Just you," Dinah repeated. "So Overwatch didn't send you?"

Overwatch…who in the world was that?

"No, she didn't. I…" Aaron pointed a finger at Killer Frost. "...deployed Killer Frost as my spy."

The villain looked at him as if to say, "You did? Huh?" 

"A spy…?" Black Canary shook her head. Again, she didn't have time. If she was an ally, then so bet it. "Frost, do you know where my comms are?"

Killer Frost responded by shrugging and leaning against the steel door. "I froze it all when you got caught. If you had anything useful on you, it's now a pretty ice sculpture."

Dinah exhaled through her nose, clearly frustrated but keeping her cool. "Great. We're going to need Oliver for this," she muttered. "I bet this place is crawling with guards."

"It is," Killer Frost quipped. "I'd say a thousand, maybe more. 

Dinah narrowed her eyes and put a hand on her hip. "So you sent Killer Frost here as a spy and rescued me. I get that but why? What's your game? Is it justice?"

"You probably don't believe me but there is no game. The Ninth Circle is evil and I want to get rid of him."

"By killing them?"

"Preferably not." 

Dinah stared and thought deeply about it—about him. About this hung man she saw at the beach where villains were housed. She didn't have much choice though. Either interrogate Aaron and waste more time or deal with it later. "Fine," Dinah replied curtly. 

"How did you get captured in the first place?" Aaron asked. 

"Frost didn't explain to you?"

"Not yet," he said. This lie about having Frost was a risky one but the best possible solution to stop her from asking too many questions and being suspicious of him. The less mind manipulation he did on the Justice League and their allies, the better it was for him. 

Dinah ran a hand through the scalp of her blonde hair. "Oliver and I were on his private jet, flying to the, erm, nude colony." 

Aaron's lips curled. "Again?"

"Sounds like Canary and Arrow are a bunch of perverts," Killer Frost mocked.

A faint blush dusted her cheeks, though she quickly composed herself. "A-anyway, we were ambushed mid-flight. I remember the jet windows freezing over—I assume that was your doing, Killer Frost," the blonde said with a sharp glance at Frost, who only grinned in response. "After that, Merlyn shot an arrow through the window, and that's when Shado stormed in for hand-to-hand combat. Oliver was distracted by Meryln and then Cupid. I couldn't use my Canary Cry without damaging the plane and, well, it got messy. Cheshire surprised me from behind and injected me with some kind of toxin that killed my voice and slowed my movements. No Canary Cry meant I had to rely on martial arts, but in a jet's narrow cabin? Even with my skills, it was impossible to fight off Shado and Cheshire. Then…suddenly, I was here."

"Ha, we thoroughly trashed you," Killer Frost said, smirking until Aaron gave her a pointed look. "My bad." 

Dinah barely responded to the half-apology. "The point is, it won't be easy getting to Oliver, not with the security in this place. Cheshire, Shado—"

"Both are defeated."

"Huh?" 

"How do you think I got in here?"

Black Canary was speechless, blinking and staring at him. She didn't know what to ask first, "you beat them in bathrobes" or "how did you beat them with no weapons?" 

"It was a collaborative effort. So yeah, I did all the hard work," Killer Frost added as a smooth lie. He was glad for her assistance. 

"So who is left? Merlyn? Cupid?"

"I think so." Aaron attempted a quick search. Except it didn't quite work as he wanted it to. Oh, sure, he could sense life but his X-ray vision and telepathy were garbled up. He focused harder and managed to read the mind of a guard on this floor but…

'But, hrm, my telepathy is definitely weakened here. Why…is…' An idea, no, a memory that was not his own popped into his head. The stream of knowledge that he could pull from as a result of being a Chosen One—it kicked in. Aaron narrowed his eyes. 

"Something wrong?" Killer Frost asked, a hand on her hip. 

"...you think maybe there's a chance there's a Motherbox here?"

Dinah was taken aback. "A Motherbox? That's…I highly doubt that."

"The Ninth Circle has existed for almost a century. I wouldn't be surprised if the technology of the Motherbox is what has let them stay ahead of the curve. The JSA and the Justice League—despite so many heroes among them, not a single one found that their villains were colluding with the Ninth Circle. That their money and resources were being held by a shadow organization."

"Even my mother…" Dinah muttered. "It's a good line of thought but as compelling as that sounds, there's no evidence for it. It's just your gut speaking."

"Is it?"

'I probably wasn't close enough to detect the Motherbox when I was outside. More specifically, I wasn't close enough to detect the cloaking around it.'

Aaron put his hand in his robes and voila! Produced a remote device that was pointing to two states: high level radiation and low level radiation. Right now, the arrow was pointing off the radiation scale.

"See this?" A device that Aaron created that was totally fake and that he had to pretend was actually functional. "It shows the radiation levels. My whole time here, I've been thinking how weird it was. Then it hit me; a Motherbox might be the reason for all this. Why even Kryptonians haven't been able to find it, the Motherbox researched and calibrated itself and this place to prevent them from finding it."

She wasn't a scientist. Dinah was a martial artist, singer, and hero. She was not Batman who could have figured out this was a shame device instantly. 

And as for how and why Aaron found it, well, he was the Chosen One. He had more than X-ray and telepathy and super hearing, he had thermal vision and the ability to sense life itself. That was something the Motherbox hadn't accounted for. 

While Black Canary inspected the fake device, Killer Frost started to speak on her own accord and further drift away the heroine's scrutiny. "Let's put on our thinking caps here. This underground shitshow has four floors: the top is where the cameras and monitoring systems are. Below is the storage and sort-of below it is the treasury. Then here, the last floor. We walk down this hall and we'll reach the chamber where Dante talks to his cronies—"

"So you," Dinah retorted.

"Shut up." Killer Frost huffed. "Point is, among these four-ish levels, where would the Motherbox be? I sure as hell haven't seen it."

"Hm." Aaron closed his eyes. Although his telepathy was ineffective, his ability to sense life was not. He pretended to be deep in thought when in reality, he was seeking the location of the potential Motherbox. 

"Knowing how villains work, it would be the location with the most guards," Dinah said. 

"Or maybe with Dante."

After all, he found Green Arrow, the guards in between, and the guards protecting him, but the Motherbox and Dante? If Dante could not be sensed, then that meant he had to be with the Motherbox. Although where the Motherbox was hard to tell…

"Let's get Green Arrow first," Aaron said. "He's an expert hunter. He'll know what to do."

He had the experience with the Justice League and was Aaron's best bet on learning more. So, they started jogging. Better to be stealthy about this. Plus, outright running would cause his dick to start flopping in his black bathrobes. That wouldn't do for his image. 

This whole section with Black Canary was supposed to be monitored by Killer Frost. A faraway corner so that her devastating powers wouldn't bring the whole thing down. The ground soon became a red carpet. The lamps and hall itself became a cracked scarlet. The first five Underground Men came into view, garbed in red cloaks and carrying heavy weaponry. 

Seeing Killer Frost, they did not suspect anything—not until she stomped a foot down and immediately froze the guards and their comms. It was over before it started. "Good going," he told Frost.

"Think I can get my Justice League card?" the ice woman joked.

"As if." Black Canary rolled her eyes as she jogged over and inspected the Underground Men. They were, as Aaron had heard from Shado and Cheshire, burned in the body and mind. Flesh red from burning and minds buzzing with the sole purpose of serving Dante, their leader. 

"These machine guns—alien tech." Black Canary analyzed the frozen machine guns. "They even have a Kryptonite mode."

"In case of Superman or Supergirl." Killer Frost crossed her arms. "Makes sense."

"But where did they get the Kryptonite?" 

"Luthor," Aaron answered, earning looks from the ladies. "Luthor gets arrested, what happens to his money? Obviously, some of it is seized by the government, some in his own private labs or whatever, but some also comes here. Luthor is a man of back-ups and planning and with the number of times he's been arrested, the Ninth Circle has definitely been secretly stockpiling and researching his tech and Kryptonite. With time, the Motherbox could probably figure out a way to replicate Kryptonite."

Killer Frost perked up. "That's possible?" 

"The Motherbox is a living computer with a connection to god itself, or so the rumour goes. Boomtubes, merging, healing—you name a miracle and it can do it. Give it a decade and recreating Kryptonite is no different." Aaron stared at the machine gun. "Does it have a calibration for Nth Metal too?"

"It does."

"Then that's probably it. The Motherbox has been replicating bullets of various metals in case of a Justice League attack." Aaron's X-ray eyes scanned what was on their person too. "Grenades and C4s, all that can be calibrated. Definitely the type of tech only Luthor can make—or in this case, the Motherbox replicated." 

"...who are you?" Black Canary asked, genuinely impressed. 

"I like to think of myself as a detective. Spirits, ghosts, magic, murders, I do everything and anything."

"Hrm. So that's her type…" Black Canary muttered. She was referring to Catwoman. Batman was the World's Greatest Detective and her biggest love, and now she moved on to Aaron, another supposed detective. 

"We should keep moving," Killer Frost said. "These five guards come every hour to check up on me. And now that they're not coming back…" 

"They'll know something is up," Black Canary said. "Should we conduct a head-on assault or stealth our way to Oliver?"

"There's a big ass chamber up ahead. See, this whole floor is a spider-web that leads to the center. The pathways that splinter off are where the other prisoners are kept."

"Others?" Dinah asked. "Like who?"

"Nobody you would know. They're business men, investors, that sort."

"Dante probably kidnaps them and replaces them with his clones," Aaron deduced. 

That caught Dinah by shock. "W-what? Clones?"

"If Kryptonite is possible, then so is human cloning. Clones that serve to his whims alone," Aaron said. "We've had superheroes and supervillains since World War II. And yet, even with Superman and Batman at work, villains always rise. Terrible people with great influence do even more terrible things."

"We have to put a stop to this," Dinah declared. "Cloning and kidnapping and conspiring towards injustice…it's wrong—"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll do it."

"Huh?"

Killer Frost lazily shrugged and walked, raising a hand as she went past them. "I said I'll do it. I'll rescue those hapless chumps." Killer Frost shooed them away. "Come on. I know this place pretty well. I'll freeze these fuckers and they won't be able to do a damn thing."

"Are you sure?" Aaron asked. "At some point, they'll know you're the enemy. You saw those machine guns, they can calibrate to anything, even molten bullets."

Killer Frost was quiet for a moment, thinking with her back facing them. "Do you remember Superman's speech? When he fought against those elite chumps? I remember. He talked about dreams and about his dream was to keep fighting for a better world. To keep fighting until the bitter end." She sighed and shrugged, smiling. "But guess what? The fight hasn't stopped. It won't stop. But it should. At some point, it has to. If we want to get there, if we want to live in that nice, pretty world, a couple of us bad gals have to make the change."

She wasn't acting. This wasn't about Aaron or lying to Black Canary. This was about change. This was wanting to put that first step into being better. Killer Frost was bored when he got here. She was bored when she helped kidnap Black Canary and Green Arrow.

Killer Frost was bored of this life. 

"I'll see you on the flip side." She winked at Aaron, smirking, and then ran off. He wasn't sure what to be mesmorized by more—her ass or her speech. Aaron was leaning towards the speech.

Black Canary was the same, stunned to silence. A villain trying to reform? It wasn't unheard of. Certainly not. And yet, to witness it for herself…

"Let's go," Aaron said. "Frost told me where Oliver was being held too. And fortunately for us…" He pointed upwards. "There are vents to crawl through. Are you ready?"

Black Canary drew in a breath, serious and ready without having to say it.

***

The vent was tighter than Aaron expected, but that didn't mean he was complaining. Not when he had this view. Black Canary, Dinah Lance herself, was just a few feet ahead, and from where Aaron was crawling, the black fishnets hugged her thighs in a way that had him cursing his luck—both good and bad. Good because, well, this was a hell of a view. Bad because this really wasn't the time or place.

'Focus,' he thought, reminding himself that they were deep in the underground complex of the Ninth Circle, a cultish group of elites who liked to deal in human misery and profit. So focus. Don't get horny. He was in a bathrobe and his dick would pop out like steel if it got hard.

But as Dinah crawled, her heart-shaped butt lay ahead like candy. The fishnets only added to the effect, highlighting her curves in a way that felt practically illegal.

"You doing okay back there, Aaron?" she whispered.

He suddenly felt a little too warm under his black bathrobe. "Yeah," he whispered back, forcing his eyes off her ass and back down to the cold, metallic vent walls. "All good. Just keeping an eye on our six."

Dinah chuckled softly, the sound barely audible over the metallic creaks of the vent. "Keep at it then."

They pressed on, crawling through the tight, winding shaft, their path lit only by the red lights filtering through the grates. Black Canary stopped and Aaron's forehead touched her ass. He retreated ever so slightly to see what was up.

"We're here," Dinah whispered. The vents ended here, facing a cavernous area like Black Canary's had been. Except instead of a box, smack in the back of it all was a vault, thick steel with a keypad and card slot, guarded by a pack of twenty Underground Men.

The Underground Men were the worst kind of bodyguards: blank, hollow-eyed sentinels with skin marred and burned from their so-called "rebirth" in lava. They were intimidating, garbed in red robes and cloaks and each cradling those annoying machine guns. It didn't help that these guys didn't feel pain or succumb to chemical agents, a fact Aaron figured while he was crawling through the vents and using his X-ray and thermal vision. The Ninth Circle really knew how to make their guards extra horrifying.

To a god like him, it didn't matter. To a metahuman like Black Canary, it did. She bit her bottom lip and peered down through the grate. "That door isn't going to open without that passcode and keycard," she whispered. "Did Killer Frost mention who was guarding this place?"

"Yes. It should be Cupid."

Dinah's left brow twitched. Ooh, she didn't like Cupid. Not one bit—and he couldn't blame her either. See, Cupid AKA Carrie Cutter was a deranged archer with a deranged crush on Green Arrow. As Oliver's fiancé, she didn't take too kindly to deranged stalkers. 

"She's probably inside," Dinah seethed, "wanting to spend time with Ollie. Cupid won't come out."

So how were they supposed to get in? Or more specifically, how was Aaron supposed to get in without telling her he was an almighty god? 

Just then, a voice crackled through the comms of the Underground Men. "All units, be advised. Killer Frost is loose and freeing prisoners on sublevel three. Send half over. We must contain her."

There was a beat of silence, then the men split into two groups, with ten remaining to guard the vault while the others hurried off. There were some crates with back-up weapons and grenades as well as three steel pillars. If it came down to a frontal assault, they would be ready.

Dinah turned to Aaron. "Looks like Frost is holding up her end," she whispered. "Ten is still a lot, but it's manageable. I can take them down quietly."

Aaron nodded, keeping up the act. To her, he was just a detective with a knack for finding trouble and handling it. She had no idea he was much more than that and she didn't have to. "I'll stay put. Be careful."

"Always am," Dinah said, giving him a wink before dropping through the grate, landing with barely a sound. The moment her boots hit the floor, it felt like it was already over. The first Underground Man barely had time to register the faint scuff of her boot before she spun around him, hooking his neck with her arm and squeezing just enough to cut off his consciousness. He dropped silently to the floor, his machine gun slipping from his fingers with a muted clatter.

Before the next guard could react, she darted forward, dropping low and sweeping his legs out from under him. He crumpled, and before he could even blink, her fist struck his temple with a decisive thud. Two down.

The sound of the fall drew the attention of a third guard, who turned just in time to catch a spinning back kick to the jaw. The force sent him staggering into a row of crates, but Dinah was already moving, rolling behind the opposing set of crates. She was completely out of sight as the remaining guards raised their weapons, eyes narrowing as they searched for the source of the disturbance. They found it. They found the bodies. All that was left to find the woman responsible.

The room erupted with a tense silence, their fingers tight on their triggers, heads swiveling to catch a glimpse of their unseen enemy. The low glow of emergency lights cast long, eerie shadows that danced across their burned, expressionless faces.

"Who is there?" one of them barked, voice hollow and mechanical, like he was already more machine than man. "Come out and die."

Dinah steadied her breathing as she rolled and crouched behind a steel beam, counting their footsteps, timing their shifts. Three of them grouped up, moving in a formation that betrayed their training. Perfect.

She sprang out, planting her heel into the ribcage of the nearest guard, the crack audible even over the hum of tension. She grabbed his falling weapon, using it to block the butt of another gun coming her way. Spinning the rifle like a baton, she swung it up under the second guard's jaw, sending him crashing to the floor, out cold.

A shout of warning went up, and suddenly the remaining guards surged forward, their steps thundering like a heartbeat. One aimed, but she was already inside his guard, her knee driving into his midsection. His eyes went wide for a split second before she slammed an elbow down onto his spine, dropping him hard.

The last four rushed her at once, forming a brutal wall of muscle and weaponry. But Dinah didn't falter. She ducked under the arc of a gunstock aimed at her head, twisting behind the guard and using his own momentum to throw him into another. They tangled and fell in a heap, leaving two more.

One of them managed a lucky grab, clamping his burned, calloused hand around her wrist. Dinah spun into the hold, wrenching his arm and using her momentum to throw him over her shoulder with a crash that echoed like a gunshot. The last guard, eyes cold and unfeeling, lunged forward, gun aimed directly at her chest.

No time for subtlety.

Dinah's eyes narrowed as she planted her feet. With a quick, powerful inhale, she opened her mouth and unleashed a focused, bone-rattling Canary Cry—just enough to disarm, not alert. The soundwave hit like a shockwave, and the guard was blasted back into the metal pillar, slumping down motionless.

Breathless but steady, Dinah stood in the silence, the room now strewn with unconscious bodies. She turned back to the vent, where Aaron was already coming out.

"Not bad for a detective to watch, huh?" she whispered, smirking as she wiped a strand of blonde hair from her face.

Aaron dropped down, bathrobes flinging upward, letting her catch a whiff of his flaccid cock. He applauded her. "Impressive. Remind me never to get on your bad side."

Dinah stepped over a guard, breathing steady as she examined the heavy steel door to the vault. It was an imposing barrier, reinforced with enough metal to withstand any brute force. The keypad blinked ominously, a small red light above it glowing like a challenge.

Aaron moved to Dinah's side, eyes locked on the vault. The keypad and card slot were intricately designed—too advanced for anything straightforward. And the Ninth Circle wouldn't make a mistake in their security.

"Looks like Cupid keeps this place locked down tight," Dinah said. "We need that passcode and card. Both."

Aaron stared at the door for a moment, brow furrowed in concentration. 'Think, Aaron. What would they do in a place like this? What would they rely on that they might not even realize?'

He took a step back, examining the layout of the wall surrounding the vault. His eyes flicked over to the rocks to his left. Aaron flashed his X-ray and found something: a narrow, hidden panel protected by the rocks. It was small, inconspicuous and impossible to see unless you were the world's greatest detective or already knew what to look for.

"There," Aaron said, running to the rock. He gave it a smack and the rock popped open to reveal the panel. "I bet it's a failsafe. A manual override in case the electronic system crashes."

Dinah's eyes lit up with sudden hope. "If you're right, that could give us just enough to bypass the card reader."

Aaron ran his fingers over the seams until he found the latch. With a soft click, the panel popped open to reveal a small, complicated series of wires and mechanical gears. It wasn't just an override—it was a trap meant to lock down the vault permanently if someone triggered it wrong.

"Don't you need tools?"

From his bathrobe, said tools appeared. 

"Is that a magic robe or…?"

Aaron did not reply, smiling, and worked quickly. He wasn't a tech wizard but with his powers, he could be. He bypassed the main relay and found the backup circuit that fed into the lock mechanism. One wrong move, and they'd be stuck—or worse, alerted Cupid to their tampering. But after a few tense moments, the mechanism gave a soft, satisfying click, and the card slot's red light turned green.

"Got it," Aaron said, stepping back from the rocks and looking at the vault. The vault door shifted with a heavy metallic groan, the pressure seals releasing one by one.

Dinah let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "You really are full of surprises, you know that?" she said, a grin pulling at her lips.

Aaron shrugged and came over to her side. "You learn a thing or two in Gotham."

With a nod, Dinah placed her hand on the vault and pushed it open just enough for them to see inside.

Green Arrow, her fiancé, was chained to the wall. trapped. Tending to him was Cupid who looked like she was living her wildest dream. The low light glinted off her fiery red hair, which was slicked back in a way that somehow managed to look both chaotic and glamorous. She wore her signature green outfit—a cropped top and skin-tight pants, with a wide belt of gold cartridges circling her waist, showing off an athletic frame with curves that could stop traffic. She held a bow in one hand, a quiver on her back, and bow-shaped rouge lips.

Source: Green Arrow and Black Canary #17

Green Arrow's costume was intact… well, except for his face mask and the rather deliberate hole in the crotch, which exposed his cock and balls. A full-blooded angry erection that seemed a size too big for his balls. Cupid had pumped into his system and given his cock a bit of a boost. Almost eight and a half inches of pulsing, aching cock, red and beastly and having spilled so much pre-cum.

But not actual cum. This whole time, Green Arrow was getting edged. Cupid stroked his cock, her boobs pressed to him.

"Oh, Ollie," Cupid purred, pumping him more and more. "This is it, baby! You and me, together at last. I'll give you everything you want, everything you need…" She leaned in, brushing her lips close to his ear. "All you have to do is say yes."

"Not. Happening." Black Canary's voice rang out like a shot, her eyes blazing with fury. She took in the scene—the overly-amorous Cupid, the compromised Green Arrow and his bigger cock—and her fists clenched. "Get your hands off my man, Cupid."

Cupid turned with a laugh, eyes gleaming with manic excitement. She stroked and stroked and earned more pre-cum from Oliver's tight balls. "Oh, please. You think you can just walk in here and ruin our little moment?" She pushed herself off her forced lover and pulled an arrow from her quiver, nocking it quickly. "I'll send you packing, Canary. And when I'm done, Ollie and I are going on a very long, very private date."

"Funny, I was just thinking I'd break that bow before you got a shot off." Canary walked, ass flexing in her fishnets, her smile fierce. "Let's dance."

Cupid loosed an arrow without a second thought, but Canary ducked, the projectile grazing her shoulder. Cupid was already pulling back another arrow with surprising speed, but Canary's sprint and leap was faster. She closed the distance, bringing her knee up to knock the bow from Cupid's hand. She failed but it did put Cupid on the defensive.

Cupid stumbled back, growling as she swung her bow in close quarters. Canary was all precision, catching the bow and countering with a jab to Cupid's ribs, then an elbow to her throat. Cupid staggered, her smirk gone.

"Think you're the only one with moves?" Cupid snapped and leaped back to set off a special arrow that split apart into a flurry of arrows. But Canary caught and knocked back each arrow. Her husband was the Green Arrow, of course she could react and counter. She spun, landing a sharp kick to Cupid's midsection. Her bow snapped and she dropped to her knees when she stopped skidding.

Before Cupid could recover, Canary unleashed her signature move: a powerful Canary Cry that blasted Cupid across the vault, slamming her against the wall. Cupid crumpled to the ground, defeated.

Canary smirked, brushing herself off. "Nobody messes with my man." 

Oliver Queen had watched the battle with wide eyes. He wasn't sure if it was the victory, his fiancée's jiggling tits, or the drugs, but he was harder than he ever had been. Black Canary ran over with those bouncing tits and fishnets and he almost thought it was a dream.

Cling!

That was until the first chain came off.

Oliver smiled at Canary. The drugs were solely for the sake of making his cock bigger and more enduring. No other side effects, luckily. "Ha… thanks, Dinah. I was, uh, just waiting for the right moment to fight back."

Dinah smiled back. "Sure you were, hotshot."

Pre-cum dripped from his tip. Just hearing his voice made his balls want to nut. Although frankly, with how hot she was, that could apply to any an all moments around her.

While the blonde bombshell loosened his chains, Oliver looked over at Aaron. He looked up and down and had the same expression Dinah did when he saw him. "Figured you weren't a civilian. No way a normal guy could have a dick that big," Oliver said. "Thanks, Aaron, or, uh, do you have a superhero name?"

"I'm more of a secret detective. Try not to tell."

"Does Batman know?"

"Nope."

"Damn, stealing his girl and his title." The arm chains were off and the legs chains were to come. "I owe ya, man."

"It's what a detective does."

"And you…" Ching! The leg chains were off. He stumbled over, smiled upon seeing his fiancée, and rose to kiss her. Canary put a hand behind him, deepening the kiss.

Her boobs were pressed to his chest. Her hand found his cock, latching onto to it like a lost wife. She jerked it off once, twice…

"F-fuck!" Oliver was forced to end the kiss, his knees buckling. "I'm too, fuck…Cupid, that bitch…"

"Won't disturb us anymore?" Dinah went on her toes and whispered, "You can cum now."

"Dinah, we have someone watching…"

Oh. Dinah craned her head like an owl. There he was, Aaron Reigner, at the vault door waiting. "R-right, sorry." She was redder like he had never seen her. She broke herself entirely from Oliver and put a hand to her hip. "Ahem, we have to find Dante and Motherbox now."

"And I need a new pair of pants," Oliver muttered. There was no real way to hide or put down his boner. Black Canary blushed when it poked her thigh. It was looking much bigger than the last time she saw it.

Twang! 

"Not so fast."

An arrow grazed Green Arrow's inner thigh, dangerously close to the crotch region. Oliver jumped and cupped his balls. Luckily, all it did was cause more tearing in his pants.

Step, step, step. Coming inside with a widow' peak, dark garbs, and a white moustache. Sixty years of age, perhaps more, both Canary and Oliver tensed up.

Malcolm Merlyn…

"You must be quite capable to have defeated the Dark Archer. That invitation was intended for him, you know?"

The Dark Archer. The Penguin mentioned him during his infiltration of the Iceberg Lounge long ago. Aaron pretended to have defeated him and taken his place on the roster. In reality, he was here. The Dark Archer joined the wealthy Ninth Circle instead of the Penguin.

Aaron glanced at Oliver and Dinah and decided to do something he had lowkey been wanting to do all his life. "Look, you guys go on ahead. I'll take care of this."

Oliver blinked, a hand still cupping his balls. He didn't have his bow either. "But…"

"Dante and the supercomputer should be your focus. Come on, go on."

Go on ahead, I'll fight instead! You know, that classic line movies? Aaron enjoyed saying it. 

"Dante is Justice League business—our business," Dinah said. "Come on, let's go."

"He's probably my greatest enemy. Don't underestimate him, Reigner."

Oliver's nemesis. The man he admired since he was a child. The father of the second Dark Archer, Tommy. Tommy who was a playboy rich kid like Oliver and a close friend.

And to top it all off, Malcolm fucked his mom. Suffice it to say, but the bad blood between Oliver and Malcolm went deep.

They started running. Canary was prepared to open her mouth and scream if the Dark Archer dared to attack them. He was about to. Most certainly, he would have.

"I know where Dante is," Oliver told Black Canary. Merlyn's gaze flicked over, an arrow nocked back. He would not and could not let them escape.

Until Aaron spoke.

"You worked for a member of the League of Shadows, a student of Ra's al Ghul, and Leviathan at one point. Quite the resume…Arthur King."

As expected of Green Arrow's greatest nemesis. His intriguing history was matched only by his immense skill. Intriguing and secretive and known to so few that he froze up. Black Canary and Oliver didn't quite catch the name he whispered and ran out of the vault without the mercenary archer flinging arrows their way. 

"My original name and my history," the older gentleman muttered. "How do you know of such things? My apprenticeship should only be known to those in the Shadows."

"That is because I am the Shadow. I read Ra's' notes on you."

"Master Ra's has been defeated…no, to gain access to his notes, only Talia would know. She wouldn't…she didn't…" He lowered his bow as it suddenly dawned on him. Oliver and Dinah were completely out of earshot now. "I heard whispers of Lady Shiva and Angel Breaker and Talia working as one. That must mean…You must be the Chosen One." 

"I am."

"You are for what then? To defeat me? The Ninth Circle?"

"I am."

"Hrn."

Almost immediately, the archer's gaze went down. Too down. 

A twenty-five years old man known as Arthur King joined the League of Assassins. His talent with the bow was one in ten million and so he was trained by Ra's al Ghul himself. His commencement ceremony into the organization involved him digging an eight feet long, six feet deep and four feet wide grave, which he would himself have to lie inside. In that grave, he said goodbye to who he was, and came out a changed man. He became Merlyn Malcolm, the Dark Archer.

He moved to Star City and became white-collar businessman. Merlyn became very wealthy and associated with the city's elite, including the Queen family; his son, Tommy Merlyn, became Oliver Queen's best friend.

And according to Ra's al Ghul's notes…

'He fucked Moira Queen, Oliver's mother, into joining the Ninth Circle. His dick was that good.'

So he was a pretty sexually active person. "The Chosen Cock…I've heard rumours of it but…"

'…Chosen Cock sounds stupid when you say it out loud.'

"The Alpha Cock…the Cock Above Cocks…" Malcolm's eyes darkened. Suddenly, he threw his bow to the side and started…striping…

Huh? 

"To gain it, one must strip and defeat him in combat."

Before Aaron knew it, six inches of scrawny, wrinkly flaccid cock hung. Not bad for an old man. Except that Aaron was interested.

'Ra's al Ghul, you fucking idiot, why in the world did you tell your student about this? Even if he does beat me, there's no magic in the world that is going to transfer my dick to him.'

"Let us commence the ritual."

Aaron gave him the blankest stare imaginable. He contemplated playing along or knocking him out. Aaron sighed, undid the belt of his robes, and let his cock hang out. Suffice it to say, Merlyn's breath hitched. Even he did not expect ten inches of flaccid dong. Even he did not expect the Chosen Cock to be this big.

The two of them were the same height, five-foot-eleven. When it came to cock and balls though, Aaron reigned supreme. Truly, his body was to desired.

He read his mind. Oh, Aaron was supposed to commence the fight. "Begin."

Malcolm ran. Yeah, okay, no. 'Sorry, but I'm not THAT interested in prolonging this.'

He blocked his punch, targeted several pressure points with his super speed, and then seized him by the throat. His feet left the floor, grimacing and struggling. His arms were limps.

The great enemy of Green Arrow could not struggle even if he wanted to.

"Do you wish to die, Dark Archer? Or serve me?"

His skills in the international underworld would be useful. Oh, sure, there was Talia but her experience was warped from her royalty. Getting individuals like Malcolm and Shado to feed his group advice might benefit the greater good. If he declined, then he'd snap his neck. Simple.

"I…" The Dark Archer struggled and gasped in the air. "I…"

"My desire is to change the world for the better. Killer Frost is joining me. Shado is joining me. Will you?"

"S-Shado…" His face was turning red as Aaron's finger tightened on his throat. "I…I will…"

"Good."

He dropped him and the nude male staggered back. "It is…my loss," the Dark Archer admitted. "I will join…but on one condition."

He thought he was in a position to negotiate? Really? Aaron put a hand on his hip. With his big dick and grey eyes, he gave a noncommittal look. Speak and I shall see what I can do.

"I am old and brittle. My cock no longer works as it did. Can you help me?"

A long pause. '...fine. Whatever. Fucking hell.'

Wealthy, old, and knowledgeable; and by giving his dick back, loyal too. Aaron placed a hand on his chest. "Emirp sih ot kcab mih gnirb!" 

Merlyn Malcolm's veins and muscles suddenly grew in size. From his old age, the mercenary was forced to adapt and slim down. Sacrifice muscle mass for agility. By bringing him back to his prime, that was no longer the case.

Aaron stepped back and crossed his arms, waiting.

"Ohhh." 

Nine inches of pulsing cock emerged from the mercenary. Almost as long as Aaron was flaccid but not remotely as girthy. See, Malcolm's dick was pretty thin; for any cock, not just nine inches, it would have seemed thin. It was as straight and dark as his arrows.

"Happy?"

"Ah…" Merlyn Malcolm clenched his fist and then inspected his dick. He gave one stroke. "This is…amazing. Truly! I thank you, Chosen One."

"Yeah, yeah, okay. Put on your clothes. "We're going."

"Yes, Chosen One."

***

Killer Frost panted, her breath misting in the frigid air she'd created. She'd been blasting and freezing Underground Men for what felt like forever, freeing prisoner after prisoner. But her energy was draining fast, and she knew it. Her shoulder and leg were already riddled with bullets.

The goons in front of her reloaded, their eyes cold and unfeeling behind their masks as they aimed their guns directly at her. She barely had enough juice left to throw up a proper shield.

"Really?" Frost muttered, throwing a tired glare. "Now you guys decide to go all in?"

Just as she braced herself, there was a flash, and Aaron appeared in front of her, calm as ever, his hands stuffed casually into the pockets of his bathrobe. He looked like he'd just strolled out of a spa, completely unfazed by the line of rifles trained on them.

The Underground Men fired. Frost flinched, but Aaron just lifted a hand lazily, and the bullets slowed midair and then looped right back.

Almost half of them were killed. The molten bullets could penetrate their measly vests the same way they did Killer Frost's flesh. Seeing the burns on her, Aaron snapped a finger and a command. "Heal."

Killer Frost exhaled, shoulders sagging in relief and wounds healing. "Motherfucker, you really know how to make an entrance."

He shot her a smile. "Thought you could use a little backup." His eyes flicked over her, from her ice-blue leotard that hugged every curve—showing off her toned legs, the sway of her hips, and that sharp confidence in her stance. Even exhausted, Killer Frost looked like she could bring down an empire.

Before she could retort, more shots came from behind the remaining Underground Men, but this time… arrows. One by one, the goons dropped as arrows struck true. They turned and the Underground Men faced one of their own. The Dark Archer nocked back several trick arrows that splintered into twenty more.

The Underground Men were momentarily stunned and with that came their deaths. All of them, swiftly cleaned up by a deadly archer. Aaron was right to get him on his side. He would be useful.

Killer Frost blinked, her brows shooting up. "Merlyn? Since when are you on our side?"

Merlyn didn't miss a beat. "I serve the Chosen One now." His voice was cool, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He inclined his head toward Aaron.

Killer Frost's eyebrow went up as she looked back at Aaron, clearly amused. "The 'Chosen One,' huh? So you're like… royalty now or something?"

Aaron just shrugged, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he kept his hands firmly in his robe pockets. "I don't make the titles."

Frost rolled her eyes, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Okay, 'Chosen One.' Just don't get too full of yourself."

"Well, aren't we a sight," she added with a grin, nodding to Merlyn who took his place beside Aaron, loyal and sharp-eyed. She folded her arms. "Now, what's next? We kick Dante's ass?"

Aaron extended a hand. "Here."

"...am I supposed to hold your hand?"

"Where do you want to go?"

"I'm confused. What are we talking about here?"

Right. Telepathy and no hypnosis sometimes made him get ahead of himself. "You should work for me the same way Malcolm does. You can do real good work."

"Ha?"

"You want to change and do good things. I can see that. The police won't though. They'll lock you up for a while until they think you're rehabilitated. I don't want that time wasted for you. I want you on my side."

"Is this a confession? I'm not sure I like it."

He gave her a look. Killer Frost sighed and put a hand to her face. She was thinking.

"You have teleportation and magic and yet you hid it from Black Canary…you're hiding something." Killer Frost squinted suspiciously then threw up a shrug. "And you're also right. Tell me one thing, are you a superhero or secret organization or what? Do I have to put on a collar that will blow up my head?"

"This isn't the Suicide Squad."

"Hey, I didn't know that. Good to know now." Killer Frost finally took his hand. "Where am I going?"

"My house. It's in Gotham."

"Gotham!? Oh hell no—"

Blip! She was gone. Aaron chuckled. He turned to Merlyn Malcolm and extended the same hand. "And you?"

"You do not need me here?"

"No. I read your mind, I know where to go. As for Canary and Arrow, I'll just say that you and Frost took each other out and I managed to slip out."

"You still wish to hide yourself?"

"The less the Justice League knows, the better."

"Understood." He took Aaron's hand. "Will I be going to Gotham as well?"

"No, you're going to Lazarus Island. It's the hub of the League of Shadows and Assassins. My house down in Gotham is for....other purposes."

The Dark Archer nodded and disappeared off to Lazarus Island. 

That left Aaron alone with a pile of corpses and a base that was yet to be completely explored. Aaron's eyes flickered yellow.

The Speed Force kicked in. Time to go fast. Aaron sped through the Ninth Circle's winding corridors, coming to a halt in a grand chamber where an enormous, ancient-looking statue loomed over him. It was intricately carved—an imposing figure of a horned demon with wings, its stone claws clutching a terrified mortal beneath it. Clearly, it was an ominous choice in décor, but what caught Aaron's eye was the base. The statue had been moved, revealing a hidden elevator, like some secret gateway to Hell.

"So this is it."

The elevator looked sleek but oddly personalized. Aaron looked down, noticing a perfectly carved hole in the floor. He could guess why—

"Please verify identity."

That was the elevator. An advanced AI scanned a person to make sure they were worthy of coming down.

"Please verify identity," the elevator's AI repeated. A fingerprint scanner awaited.

Oliver and Dinah probably couldn't verify and go down and so had to do it the old fashioned way. Aaron was different. "Ytitnedi ym yfirev."

Aaron simply waited. The system scanned him, and the elevator began its descent, as if recognizing that he was now in control here. Down it went, silently gliding deeper and deeper, until it came to a smooth stop.

The doors slid open, revealing a cavernous room filled with rows of supercomputers, their screens flickering with endless streams of data. The hum of the machinery filled the air, but beyond that, Aaron heard the unmistakable sounds of battle.

He bolted forward, skidding to a stop in a control area. At the center, a massive monitor loomed, and beside it, on a pedestal, rested a gleaming Motherbox—a device of immense power. But he barely had time to take it in because just a few feet ahead, Green Arrow and Black Canary were in the thick of a brutal fight.

Their opponent: Dante, the mastermind of the Ninth Circle. He wore a crisp red suit, his face twisted in a permanent rictus grin beneath scarred, burned flesh. 

Green Arrow, weaponless, was swinging hard but barely keeping up. He dodged left, then right, landing a punch here, a kick there, but it was like hitting a brick wall. Dante hardly flinched, his grin widening as he absorbed the blows like they were nothing.

Canary darted in from the side, unleashing a perfectly timed kick to Dante's torso, but he barely staggered. Instead, he grabbed her leg, twisting it just enough to make her wince before tossing her back with frightening ease. She rolled with the impact, bouncing up almost instantly, but Aaron could see she was winded.

Dante lunged at Oliver, who was barely able to duck in time. The demon's fist shattered the monitor behind them, sending sparks flying. Oliver scrambled back, desperately looking around for any kind of weapon, but there was nothing. He raised his fists again, his expression tense but unwavering.

Dante didn't give him a second to think. He surged forward, his movements almost graceful as he struck with precision, his fists landing like sledgehammers. Oliver managed to block one, then another, but the sheer force was wearing him down. A brutal uppercut sent him sprawling back against a console.

Dinah sprang into action, letting out a ferocious Canary Cry that reverberated through the chamber. The sonic blast slammed into Dante, who actually slid back a few feet, his grin twisting into something darker, almost impressed. But he didn't falter. Dante closed the distance and swept Dinah's legs out from under her.

Green Arrow staggered to his feet, looking battered but refusing to quit. "Hey, you twisted piece shit," he panted, wiping a trickle of blood from his lip. "Over here."

Dante placed a foot on Black Canary's stomach. He did not listen.

'Now's my time to interfere.'

Dante raised his leg, about to deliver a final, crushing kick to her stomach. Oliver screamed and ran at him. He wasn't fast enough. Aaron created a sleek, custom bow, the same kind that he saw Malcolm wielding, and gave it a quick toss across the room. "Hey!"

Oliver snapped his head over as did Dante. The bow sailed in a perfect arc, landing right in Oliver's outstretched hands. The arrows were already stuck in place.

Dinah took the moment's distraction to roll to the side and jump away, catching her breath and repositioning herself.

"Oh, now we're talking…" Green Arrow muttered, nocking an arrow and pulling it back in one swift, practiced motion. He locked eyes with Dante, who had paused, that twisted grin somehow stretching even wider.

With a sharp twang, the first arrow flew—aimed straight at Dante's head. But the demon was fast; he tilted his head, the arrow grazing his cheek and embedding into the wall behind him. He sneered, clearly unbothered.

"Missed me," he seemed to say with that cold grin.

"Did?"

Bang! From the back of that lodged arrow came another arrow that struck Dante in the shoulder.

Oliver was already moving and grinning, rolling forward as he fired off another arrow, this one hitting Dante's other shoulder. Dante staggered, eyes narrowing as he yanked the first arrow out, but Oliver didn't stop. Another arrow shot straight for Dante's thigh, followed by another to his chest, each one slowing the demon down bit by bit.

Dinah, not about to let Oliver hog the spotlight, leapt in with a spinning kick to Dante's injured leg, her boot slamming into the arrow still lodged there. Dante snarled silently, his balance wavering as he tried to swipe at her. She ducked and came back up with an elbow to his jaw, her own smirk flashing.

Oliver took advantage of Dante's stumble, firing an arrow that pierced right through Dante's hand, pinning it to the console behind him. Now immobilized, Dante struggled, but the damage was done. Arrow after arrow followed, each one precise, pinning Dante in place like some twisted art piece.

Black Canary walked up to the pinned man. The demon's grin faltered, his eyes flickering with something close to fear—or rage—as Black Canary gave him a nasty bare knuckle punch. Dante slumped forward, defeated.

Oliver let out a deep breath, his stance relaxing as he lowered the bow. He glanced at Dinah, offering her a tired but triumphant smile.

"Now that's teamwork," Oliver said, and his to-be-wife smirked back, giving him a playful punch on the shoulder.

They both looked to Aaron and flashed smiles and waves. Oliver praised him first. "Good going, man."

"You did all the heavy lifting," Aaron replied kindly.

"Not count yourself out. This bow is Malcolm's." Green Arrow inspected the dark bow. "Did you best him?"

"It was Killer Frost."

"Killer Frost? What? Why? How'd you get it from her?"

Black Canary laughed and put a hand on her fiancé's shoulder. "It's a long, long story."

But for now? Victory was sweet, and Dante? Dante and the Ninth Circle were done.