Fantasy | By : Batman Category: DC Verse Comics > Justice League Views: 7011 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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It was midnight before he finally returned to the watchtower.
Dark Knight made sure no one was watching before rubbing his tired eyes. This had been another one of those weeks. Too many crimes committed at once. All of the things happening in Gotham doubling with the JLA missions lead to a weary, and very cranky Batman.
He sighed, looked at the clock, and cursed. It was midnight. He should get some sleep, or at least meditate as his training had ht hht him. His unrelenting thirst for justice would never be quenched if he caught his death of exhaustion.
Batman stripped his cloak from his shoulders, baring the muscular, sculpted back veiled in a thin layer of spandex and lightweight armor. He threw it absently aside onto one of the computer chairs. The Dark Knight then made it a point to double check the locks on his Watchtower quarters before literally collapsing onto his bed.
Her raven black hair washed down her back like spun silk. He wove it between his fingers and brought it to his nose; relished the scent of her. His shielded eyes raked her undressed form, finally locking with her own. She approached him, perfect posture and stance, her eyes blazing with a familiar desire he had longed to quench for so long.
Batman closed his eyes and slid his hand beneath the fabric of his costume. As the fantasy began to play out in his mind, and he felt himself beginning to relax. He only did this for tension release, he told himself. Not for pleasure. But that voice in the back of his mind, nagging, unrelenting, told him that perhaps it was more.
Her slender fingers caressed his chest, gently sweeping down over his rippled stomach and then back up across his shoulders. Her touch contained both softness and strength combined that no other woman had shown. Selina couldn’t hold a candle to the woman he addresses now.
It couldn’t be more. He was the Batman. His hand slipped up and down his manhood, now beginning to swell and expand with his heightening arousal. He would get this over with.
His lips are on hers. Their breaths mingle with desire for the other. A jolt of pleasure runs through him as he feels her hand upon his hardened sex. He gasps and the small, mischievous smile plays upon her face. She strokes him slowly, evenly, her eyes locked with his.
His jaw tensed as the hold on himself tightened. He stroked harder, in time to the motions of the woman thriving in his daydream. His breath began to come in quick, soft pants, heart hammering in his chest.
Her hand released him, eyes never leaving his as they went to her own top. She pulled the bustier, exposing soft, round breasts topped with peaked nipples. His hunger grew furiously for the woman before him. Her body was perfect. Fluid.
His stroking continued. His pleasure elevated, thinking of her touching him, the soft jiggle of those breasts, deep blue eyes, the flesh of a woman that he desired so badly it was almost tangible--
Beep Beep
Cursing, Batman slipped his hands from inside his tights to snap open the communicator.
“WHAT?” he snapped.
He was shocked to see the woman from his daydreams on the communicator’s screen. He felt a pang of discomfort, and also a flood of shame, for only moments earlier thinking of his teammate as…more than a teammate. However, the grim façade of the Bat blocked out his startled thoughts and replaced his mind with his usual, calculating calm.
“Batman, I’m sorry for disturbing your rest, but—“
“I wasn’t resting.”
Which was true, he thought. I was thinking of you, naked.
“What do you NEED, princess?” he said curtly.
“There’s a strange light signature, near the Earth’s moon,” Diana explained. “J’onn found it on Monitor Duty. I tried to persuade the League not to bother you, but Kal insisted.”
Batman sighed.
“Are you sure you’re feeling all right?” Diana asked, concerned. “You look a little flushed.”
“I’m fine. Batman out,” he said quickly, then cut the connection.
Batman eased himself off his bed and stood as if under a heavy weight. His cape returned to his shoulders, and after a quick glance in a mirror, he left his quarters.
Not a moment’s peace. Not even on the moon.
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