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

It seems I have silent gooners-I mean readers or something that they FORGET TO VOTE WITH POWER STONES. Stop forgetting the power stones dear readers.

Another night in Gotham, and some parts of the city was already feeling the presence of its new shadowy ruler.

Raven moved silently through the streets, her form cloaked in the thick darkness that seemed to breathe with her every step. The plan for her slow takeover of Gotham was proceeding, but the calculated pace was beginning to wear on her.

The dominant side of Raven—the side that had grown bolder and more powerful with each conquest—hungered for more. Still, her tactical mind reminded her that caution would pay off in the long run; this was no game, and Gotham's hidden powers would not be swayed easily.

Raven found it(her intense sex drive) annoying and didn't want anything wrong to happen to her contingency plan if there were any powers were going to use this against her. She didn't want the one who 'who fucks bats' to be on her tail anytime soon. Even with a strong mental fortitude she got from Nightwing, it was like as if her lust also grew with the gains she got from Poison Ivy.

Yet tonight, that hunger demanded to be fed.

The moon loomed large and pale, casting its cold light over the city's labyrinthine alleys. Raven moved through the East End like a wraith, her presence barely a whisper, yet powerful enough to draw the attention of anyone who dared to come too close. Her target this night was Helena Bertinelli—known to Gotham as the Huntress. A vigilante whose fierce resolve and relentless drive to hunt down criminals often left chaos in her wake. But tonight, it would be Huntress herself who would be pursued.

Raven found her quarry perched atop an old, abandoned warehouse, her silhouette blending with the skyline as she scanned the ground below. Huntress's stance was that of a trained fighter—tense, yet fluid, her senses tuned to every possible threat. She had no idea that Raven had been watching her for some time now, studying her movements, listening to the beat of her heart, and savoring the anticipation of what was to come.

Huntress paused for a moment to adjust her crossbow, her eyes sharp and focused as she kept a lookout for any signs of trouble. That's when Raven made her move. With a subtle wave of her hand, the shadows shifted, and she emerged from the darkness like a specter made flesh. "Huntress," Raven's voice was a velvet caress, soft yet commanding, slicing through the silence like a blade.

Huntress whirled around, her crossbow snapping up to aim at the source of the voice. Her muscles coiled like a spring, ready to strike. "Who's there? Show yourself!" she demanded, her voice ringing out with the fierce authority of a woman who wasn't used to being prey.

Raven stepped into the pale moonlight, allowing the silver glow to outline her figure. "Relax, Helena," Raven's voice dripped with an almost teasing intimacy as she called her by name, the flicker of a smirk playing on her lips. "There's no need for weapons. I'm not here to fight... not unless you make it necessary."

'Yes! I stepped out of the shadows like a cool villain! I wish I could record it and see it!' Raven's nerdy side celebrated that small win in her head but kept her cool outside.

'One thing I know about her is that she is not so stubborn and is willing to break a few rules and make compromises here and there.' Raven evaluated the situation trying to steer it in her favour.

Suspicion darkened Huntress's features as she kept her weapon trained on Raven, her eyes darting over the sorceress as if trying to decode her intentions. "Raven? Why are you in Gotham?" Her voice was strained, defensive, yet tinged with a reluctant curiosity. "And why should I believe anything you say?"

'Everyone is so edge in Gotham. They really need a symbol of peace more than they need the one who fucks bats. But that's good. It's mine for the taking anyway.' Raven thought to herself but she knew how many people in Gotham thought the same but were hindered by the other psychos running the city. Each crime boss in Gotham literally checks themselves in place that there is usually no one ruler of crime in Gotham.

Those who lived in Gotham learned to take everything with pinch of salt and exercise caution above all else. In fact the likelihood of Gotham citizens surviving apocalypse could be argued to be higher than other cities without the help of heroes.

Raven's smile was slow, predatory. "Because I'm offering you something you've wanted your whole life... something that I know you can't resist." Her eyes met Helena's, holding her in place with an unspoken promise. "Power beyond your current grasp, a way to break free from this endless cycle of vengeance... to become something more than just a shadow in the night."

As she spoke, the alley seemed to come alive around them. The shadows lengthened and coiled like serpents, wrapping around Raven in a dance of dark and light, making her seem larger, more ethereal. Huntress's grip on her crossbow tightened, but there was a flicker of interest in her eyes, a spark of longing that Raven seized upon immediately.

"What kind of power?" Huntress's voice cracked slightly, despite her efforts to remain composed. "And what's the cost?" Huntress was more of an antihero than hero and if there were shortcuts to her goal she would take it.

Raven took a step closer, her movements slow and sensual, the sway of her hips accentuated by the way her cock strained against the confines of her loincloth, creating a tantalizing bulge. She let the shadows lick up around her legs, a living, breathing extension of her presence. "The power to dominate, to bend those who oppose you to your will. The power to rise above the petty struggles that bind you." She leaned in, her breath hot against Huntress's ear. "And the cost? Your allegiance to me... and my cause."

As if to demonstrate her power, Raven raised her hand, and the vines entwined around the nearby walls responded instantly. They writhed and twisted as if alive, shimmering with an unnatural vitality. It was a manifestation of Raven's chlorokinetic powers, inherited from her domination of Poison Ivy, and the plants seemed to pulse with the seductive allure of life and decay intertwined.

Huntress's face was a mask of conflicted emotions. She was a warrior, a protector, a woman with her own code, yet the allure of what Raven was offering was almost too intoxicating to resist. "And if I refuse?" she whispered, though the words lacked conviction, the resolve in her voice already crumbling under the weight of her desire. Yet Huntress wasn't someone who was without compromise so hearing her out and maybe even indulging wasn't out of her books.

Raven's voice dipped to a husky murmur, thick with dark promise. "If you refuse, Helena, you'll continue to fight this futile war alone... forever bound to the darkness you pretend to control. But if you submit to me, you will find strength beyond your wildest dreams."

The silence that followed was heavy with anticipation, the world seeming to hold its breath as Huntress weighed her options. The harsh reality of her existence, the endless nights of battle, the bitter taste of solitude... all of it seemed to melt away under the heat of Raven's presence, leaving only the promise of power and a chance to taste true freedom.

Finally, Huntress exhaled, lowering her crossbow, the weapon dangling loosely at her side as she met Raven's gaze head-on. "Show me," she said, her voice steady but laced with the curiosity and hunger of a woman ready to embrace her darker desires.

Raven's smile was one of triumph as she reached out, her fingers brushing against Helena's cheek, the touch both gentle and possessive. The moment their skin made contact, the shadows surged forward like a living wave, wrapping around them and enveloping their forms in a cocoon of darkness. It was like stepping into a different world—one where there was no right or wrong, only the thrill of power and submission.

The two women vanished from the alley, their forms dissolving into the inky blackness, and when they reappeared, they were standing atop a rooftop overlooking Gotham's sprawling cityscape. The cold wind whipped around them, carrying the scent of the night and the promise of what was to come.

Raven's hand remained on Huntress's cheek as she leaned in, her lips a whisper away from Helena's ear. "This is just the beginning, my Huntress," she murmured, her voice dripping with lust and anticipation. "Soon, you will understand what it means to be truly... free."

Huntress shivered at the touch, but it wasn't from the cold. It was from the fire that Raven's words ignited deep within her—a fire that would consume everything she once knew and leave her reborn in the shadows. And as they stood there, bathed in the moonlight and cloaked in darkness, the city of Gotham seemed to bow before its new queens.

 I have always liked Huntress in Dc, especially her relationship with... was it question that was his name? I especially liked the dominant role she played in their relationship.

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