Fantasy
By Batman
NC-17
I
don't own myself or the Justice League.
Read at your own risk.
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It was
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
He sighed, looked at the clock, and cursed. It was
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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