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Betad by Marethyu, Priapus, Old man of the mountain
The Guild of Gamers: The Dungeon Master
— Bruce Wayne (Batman) —
Staring down at the Iceberg Lounge, Batman scowled deeply. He didn't want to be here, but then that was always true. He only came here as Bruce to get information, and as Batman to deal with the Penguin.
But the Penguin was gone from this place now, and the Iceberg Lounge was under new management. Cobblepot was furious, but what could he do about it given the power of the man, the boy really, who'd stolen his entire club for fun?
Landing at the door, he entered with his trademark scowl as he observed the hedonism on display. Half-naked women littered the place, mostly ignoring him as they indulged in the unlimited drinks and each others' bodies.
It was the kind of place that people assumed Bruce Wayne spent his time, but even his most debauched cover stories didn't match this place.
There were no men, beyond him and the boy he was here to speak to, anywhere in sight as he strolled through the club. Girls of every type, age and even species as his eyes landed on some clear aliens or metahumans scattered around the party, but no men. None could enter unless the master of the house wanted them here.
Batman knew he was taking a risk. Even now, the club's 'peace' aura prevented him from even considering attacking. It was what kept the boy safe in his den of depravity. Nobody could attack the building or its residents, but they could attack back.
Reaching the main lounge, once the dance floor and now a converted throne room of sorts, his eyes landed on the boy he was here for.
Lounging on a couch that had been a throne when he was last here, he had two girls at either side of him and one kneeling in front of him, clearly fellating the shirtless teenage boy who watched his approach with a lazy, hedonistic smile.
To his left, Jessica Rabbit from an old animated movie pressed her nude body against him. To his right, Tifa Lockhart from Final Fantasy VII did the same. Lara Croft obediently pleasured her master, wearing nothing but a metal bikini from the original Star Wars movies. On either side of him, two of the only dressed women in the entire building glared, short white hair and gothic power armoured, identifying them as Sisters of Battle. Dorian's golden eyes locked onto his, the slight glow identifying Dorian as a metahuman, something he never even tried to hide.
These girls were not native to this world. In fact, nobody was sure if they were even 'real'. Well, some were. Candy and Tracey Buxton, formerly the Penguin's assistants, could be seen chatting at the bar. He was sure some of these girls were Gotham natives, lured in by the opulence and depravity.
This was Control Freak's wildest dreams on steroids—countless fictional women attending to the whims of a single master.
"Heya, Bruce. What's got you scowling so much this time?" Dorian said, grinning as he clicked his fingers and Lara put his manhood away and took her place kneeling by his feet.
Dorian didn't even pretend not to know his real name, and he didn't bother wearing a mask or trying to hide his identity.
Batman's scowl only grew deeper. Dorian was, at his core, a pure hedonist. He cared for his pleasure and little else, finding the entire 'cape scene', as he called it, a 'drag'.
"Talia al Ghul came into your club yesterday. She didn't leave," Batman said, his voice deep and gravelly as he pushed for information. Both Sisters of Battle stepped forward, a bolter and a melta-gun aimed at him for his lack of respect.
"Stalking your ex, Bats? What would Alfred think?" Dorian joked, uncaring of the way Batman's fists clenched at the mention of his butler.
Dorian claimed that they were all fictional characters, from comic books and games, in 'his world'. He'd even given Batman a copy of the Arkham games and a console that could run them, showing that he wasn't bluffing (or if he was, it was exceeding high effort).
To Dorian, this world was not real. He was just a fictional character for Dorian to play with. It made someone with as much power as Dorian… dangerous.
Dorian was a teenage boy given the power to live out any fantasy. Unsurprisingly, he was enjoying himself so much, but he was reckless. He might be untouchable in here, but he frequently took 'vacations' elsewhere, and countless villains wanted his powers.
He'd shown, several times, the power to summon figures that could rival some of the strongest members of the Justice League, or even alternate versions of them. Diana was still fuming after her meeting with 'Injustice Diana', who even now was dancing on one of the stripper poles.
But nobody was invincible, certainly not someone as reckless as Dorian Morgan, or Dungeon Master as he was becoming known for his… games.
"The League of Shadows is no joke, Dorian. They're dangerous and you're in over your head," Batman growled, but as always, Dorian didn't even flinch.
"Is Damian crying because I'm fucking his mom?" Dorian asked with a lazy smirk, confirming his suspicions as Talia appeared, surprisingly still dressed as she strolled over to Dorian.
Jessica moved, heading to the stage to sing as Talia took her place by Dorian's side, running her hand down his bare chest.
"Told you he'd walk in through the front door," Dorian joked, one hand on Talia's ass as she leaned against him.
"And you were right, beloved. I was sure he'd sneak in through the roof," Talia purred, kissing Dorian's neck as she turned to face him with a curious look in her eyes and a smirk on her lips. Dorian's hand moved to her ass, squeezing her through her dress as he lazily smirked.
"He's tried that before. Shego beat his ass and threw him off the rooftop," Dorian laughed, making the pale girl with long black hair briefly ignite her fist in green flames, a lazy smirk on her lips. At her feet, a naked athletic ginger girl was collared and leashed, green eyes staring up at Shego in annoyance and need, a ball-gag in her mouth.
Some of the girls here weren't 'willing' but that was only because Dorian had summoned them that way. He'd proven this by dismissing one before and summoning her back, only for her to go from hateful to obsessively in love with her 'master'.
There had been many discussions about the legality of Dorian's powers, and if his summons even counted as people at all.
He thought they did. They lived, breathed, had memories and emotions of their own, but Dorian saw them as toys for his games. His jaw clenched slightly, his fists flexing, but in the club, he couldn't do anything to fight back.
Shego was waiting for him to try, a smile on her face.
"Talia-"
"You refused my offer, beloved, far too many times. Father found a new heir, after you failed, after Damian failed," Talia admitted, running her hand across Dorian's chest gently, but her words were tinged with a mixture of disdain and well-hidden sorrow.
She'd still wanted him, but Ra's had found another and Talia wouldn't refuse her father easily. It was probably to save Damian from the League.
"You heard the girl, Bruce. She upgraded," Dorian joked, slapping Talia on the ass.
"Dorian, you've gotten away with a lot so far, but taking over the League of Shadows will put you deep in this cape scene you claim to hate so much. Despite your… proclivities, you have done very little wrong so far, legally at least. This isn't something you can take back," Batman warned, hoping beyond hope that Dorian would listen for once.
"Bruce. Don't," Talia whispered, and her words carried a severe warning. She was warning him that he was doing something that would have the League try to dispose of him for interfering in Ra's plans.
More than that, she glanced behind him for just a second. Turning around, knowing that Dorian wouldn't attack first, he spotted her. Lounging in one of the many loveseats, Lady Shiva, utterly naked, stared back at him with her weapons on the floor beside her. Her position made it easy to see the white seed leaking down her thigh.
Her eyes were narrowed, but her tiny smile told him that she was hoping he'd continue down this path. She wanted him to cross the League.
"Sorry, Brucey, but these two are a lot more… convincing than you. Should have sent Babs to do the talking. Or Diana, but I get the feeling she doesn't like me for some reason," Dorian said with a lazy shrug.
Batman went to speak again but decided against it. There was no convincing Dorian; he could see that. To Dorian, consequences were something for other people.
He glanced around, seeing dozens of empowered metahumans from various series that he could identify, and many more that he couldn't, and knew when he was beaten.
He didn't let it show on his face, turning and leaving without a word. Dorian's chuckling followed him, knowing full well that he wouldn't give up so easily. Dorian couldn't be beaten in the Iceberg Lounge and despite his actions, Batman didn't think Dorian was evil.
He was just an arrogant teenaged asshole. Like a less violent, more puberty-riden Damian. No wonder the pair got along so badly. If he couldn't convince Dorian, he'd have to deal with the League's scheme before they could fully pull Dorian into it.
He wasn't going to let the League of Shadows get their hands on a reality warper of Dorian's power.
— Dorian Morgan —
Lounging in my club, I grin to myself.
This power truly is every dream come true.
Sure, being dropped into a new world wasn't perfect, especially when I realised that I'd found my way to Gotham of all places, but the bonuses are worth it.
Just because this is DC doesn't mean I have to play along with their hero and villain, cops and robbers bullshit. My power gives me access to every universe, every character, power and magical item at my fingertips.
Sure, I have to earn 'points' for it, but that's what my girls are for. DC has so much action, and I just need to summon the right girls for the right job. This system rewards hedonism, sex counting as 'action', so I'm hard at work here.
Plus, Batsy just doesn't get it.
See, why should I settle for one world when I have the entire multiverse at my fingertips? The Iceberg Lounge is in Gotham, it's also on the Citadel, in Vale, on Nar Shaddaa, in Brockton Bay and Night City. My girls spread far and wide, doing merc work across the multiverse as I reap in the rewards.
Depending on which door I leave through, I can step out into a dozen galaxies, brand new and exciting playsets for me to have fun with.
Some nights, I have Draenei, Asari and Twi'lek all in the same bed. Some nights I have the hottest ninjas from a dozen worlds at my orgy. Villains night, heroine Tuesday.
This multiverse is my oyster, and I'm just getting started. I once told him I was the God Emperor of a thousand planets, and he took it as me boasting. If he'd asked for proof, I'd have happily shown him the galaxies I rule.
But for now, I lean back and enjoy Talia taking over for Lara. Sure, Ra's thinks he's playing games, but there's only one DM here and that's me.