Reborn as Raven in Dc... But as a Futa?

Raven led the way, her presence like a storm cloud, radiating power and a dark, magnetic allure. Behind her was Huntress.

Raven decided to take the approach of taking over the underbosses, lieutenants and small squad leaders of the major crime hitters in Gotham rather than go for the big names like Joker, Riddler and the others directly. If she could win the hearts and mind of the men and women that make it happen behind the scenes of the major crime bosses it's basically the same as her killing them indirectly. Tonight, Huntress knew where most of them gathered to drink away their sorrows and complain or praise their bosses.

'The big names like Riddler, Joker and the rest control Gotham but without their arms and legs they are much limited in their ways.' Raven thought to herself. The 'arms' and 'legs' mean the human resources or to put it simply, the henchmen and connections of the crime bosses in Gotham. If she could grab a hold of them she could say that she has firm hold on Gotham City.

Their bosses maybe against each other but the underbosses and the rest didn't have to follow suit, at least in private and could have a good time every now and again.

The underground club they approached was notorious even by Gotham's standards—a place where sin was a commodity and darkness was celebrated. Tonight, it would serve as the perfect setting for the unveiling of Raven's dominance over the city's seedy underbelly, and a stage for Huntress's emergence as a fierce enforcer of Raven's will. The club pulsed with life as they entered, the bass of the music thrumming through the air like a heartbeat. But the moment Raven crossed the threshold, an unspoken hush spread through the crowd. Her aura hit like a wave, crashing over the patrons and leaving them breathless with a mix of fear, curiosity, and a touch of something darker—desire.

Raven stood tall, the shadows around her responding as if they were extensions of her own body, curling and slithering around her legs like living entities. The sway of her cock beneath her cloak was almost hypnotic, drawing lingering glances from those who caught sight of the bulge against the fabric. Huntress flanked her, a powerful presence in her own right. Her eyes were sharp, a predator's gaze as she surveyed the room—a room that had just become their domain.

As they stepped deeper into the club, the lights dimmed, as though the very atmosphere bowed to Raven's presence. Conversations halted mid-sentence, laughter died away, and every gaze turned toward the pair as the music screeched to a sudden, jarring halt. The once vibrant and raucous club now lay under an eerie silence, all eyes trained on the dark sorceress who now commanded their attention.

Raven's voice was low, silky, and dripping with sensual authority as she spoke, each word wrapping around the listeners like a caress.

"Good evening, Gotham's... elite," she drawled, her tone both inviting and terrifying. Her words hung in the air, curling around the crowd's subconscious like a dark spell. "Tonight, the shadows you whisper about will answer back with a roar."

"Da' fucks wrong with da shadows now?" 

"Why don't you follow me to the shadows love?"

"Are the shadows getting freaky now?"

'Maybe I should have planned my opening better… these guys don't seem to enjoy poetry.' Raven thought as she got over her initial embarrassment.

Huntress, her confidence a perfect mirror to Raven's allure, added with a sultry purr, "This city has been a playground for the corrupt, a labyrinth of shadows misused for hiding your dirty secrets. Tonight, these shadows bow to a new power."

With that proclamation, Raven raised a hand, and the shadows in the room seemed to come alive, dancing around her fingertips like threads of dark silk. They crept across the floor, winding around chair legs, sliding up tables, and slinking around the ankles of the assembled crowd like dark tendrils of possession. The very atmosphere was thick with the promise of submission, a lustful yearning that mirrored the tightening grip of the shadows.

"To those who wield power with cruelty and greed," Raven continued, her voice dropping to a soft, dangerous purr, "understand this: You are known. You are watched. And now, you are controlled."

"Haha, that's bold!"

"Are you some Hero?"

"Wrong place lady, I'm trying to enjoy my drink before Batman fucks me sober."

'I might have Dicks intelligence and Diana's boldness but I am still getting used to this thing, I guess I can convince them faster the good old fashioned way' Raven thought as her eyes seemed to glow.

The room erupted in a collective gasp as they felt the shadows tug at their ankles—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send a shiver down their spines, awakening that primal fear mixed with a reluctant, undeniable arousal. The feeling of Raven's dominance seeped into their minds, the thought of resisting melting under the weight of her overwhelming presence.

Shadows were almost everywhere and if she controls the shadows, there is no hiding from her. So the underbosses, lieutenants and squad leaders wondered if their city had reached the age of having overpowered villains now. Some were happy since she might get rid of Batman, others were a bit scared since nothing is hidden in the shadows, the rest were fantasizing about the way her loincloth danced and swayed.

Huntress began to circle the crowd like a predator stalking its prey as the men and women in the crowd were restrained by Raven's power, her voice a low, teasing murmur that sent shivers through those she passed. "Tonight, you have a choice. Bow to the new order we bring... or find yourselves eclipsed by it, swallowed by the darkness you once thought you controlled."

A voice—a bold, desperate challenge—cut through the silence. It belonged to a tall, broad-shouldered man who stood defiantly among the patrons. He was a wealthy businessman, his wealth steeped in criminal activities, and now he stood, trying to regain his composure against the tide of fear and lust. "And if we refuse?" he demanded, though his voice trembled under the weight of Raven's stare. "What if we choose not to bow to you? No one fucks with the big lords of this City! Not with insane masterminds moving about."

Raven's eyes flared with crimson power, her shadows tightening their grip around his ankles just enough to make him gasp and stumble. She took a slow, deliberate step toward him, her hips swaying seductively with each movement, and leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "Then, you will fall. You will beg for a mercy that will not come." The husky, predatory tone of her voice was enough to send a shiver down his spine, and the hint of a smirk played on Raven's lips as she felt his resolve crumble. Her voice sounded final like that of an emperor that just made a decree and was ready to carry it out.

"Raven is merciful," Huntress purred, circling to his other side, her breath warm against his neck. "But only if you embrace the darkness willingly."

'Look at her go… I didn't know she had it in her. Well she is more of an anti-hero, but tonight my charisma will make you a full villain.' Raven thought as she noted that her pheromones not only worked to make those her around ease into her sexually but also calming and relaxing their guards and walls to even agree with her too.

Raven straightened, casting her gaze over the entire club, her presence seeming to grow even larger, her aura pulling every soul in the room into her orbit. "This is your one and only warning," she declared, her voice echoing like a divine command. "Embrace the change. Thrive under my protection. Or be swept away by the tide that will consume this city and all who defy me."

There were changes like this that happened in Gotham City so the henchmen understood that this was probably a new player on the board. They could choose to defy her but they didn't have the ego of their crime bosses and would rather live to see another day in the bar to soothe their beatdowns from batman and chill. But apart from that, they felt a pull, they felt convinced that there was more to this word 'Darkness' that Raven used to describe her rise to power and decided to follow the market change.

The shadows loosened their grip, pulling back like a receding tide, but their presence was felt like a lingering caress—an unspoken promise that Raven's hold could return and tighten whenever she desired. The crowd, once full of prideful Gotham elites and criminals, were reduced to silent, nodding worshipers, their breaths heavy with awe, their gazes laced with a mixture of fear and lustful reverence.

The club's music resumed, but now it was a sultry, pulsating rhythm that matched the throb of the city's hidden desires. As the patrons began to murmur amongst themselves, the whispers were filled with the knowledge that something had changed—a new power had risen, and they were all caught within its seductive grasp.

Outside, the crisp night air greeted them, feeling electric after the charged atmosphere of the club. Huntress turned to Raven, her smirk playful, but there was no mistaking the respect—and growing desire—in her eyes. "That was... effective," she mused, her voice low. "The city won't be the same after tonight."

'They will wait and watch for that change but at least they know not to snitch now that their very shadows can betray them.' Raven thought to herself as she modified her plans on the go.

Raven's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she cast a look back toward the club, her cock shifting beneath her cloak, swaying sensually with every breath she took. "This is only the beginning," she said, her voice thick with the promise of things to come. "Gotham may be ours now, but the world... the world will soon kneel before their Futa Goddess."

As they moved back into the city's shadows, their presence seemed to blend seamlessly with the darkness thanks to Raven's power, and Gotham was left buzzing with the electricity of that night. The whispers of Raven's power, of her dominance, would spread like wildfire, and soon, even the shadows themselves would carry her name with reverence and desire! HAHAHA! *Coughs* MUAHAHA!

Don't forget about those power stones.

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