a light noise choked out, a moan..? he'd admit nothing, oh she's succeeding, as always to get him hot and bothered.
“h..here?” gritted out.
did he peak as she stalks over? mhm, fuck, she's beautiful..
“miss me, bats?” asked, like he isn't dripping.. pressing back against her.
hands grip the railing.
they might not be seen but, heard.. another story~
he may have been, thinking, daydreaming about her inside him again.. she always had the best timing..
and the lower half of his suit is slipped down.. bending slightly, to entice the bat.
so here, didn't take her for the, public disply type..
how does she want him? on his knees, or straight to the main event?
the museum he was planning on.. well, it can wait..
where to, somewhere private or does she want him here and now?
why didn't she call him? he's always willing to help her with, this particular thing.
so she can focus, when patrolling.. unless, she was looking for him?
the cat .ᐟ retweeted
/ . okay , few things that need to be said and seen before you reach out to write with me .
( counts for bruce and both versions of sylvester , @thievingisim & @thievingvice . )
firstly , my muses are bottoms . this won't change —









