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"You better give them what they've been waiting for, and then some. Give them something they've never seen before. Give them the Batman they deserve." Independent Batman / Bruce Wayne RP Please read Guidelines before interacting.

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That awkward moment when you’re beating up bad guys and you spot the latest and greatest thing in a store window, and you have to remember to come back later in your secret identity to buy it. 

I mean, who doesn’t want an Adam West’s Batman snow globe?? 

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Wherein I (once again) ask the big question - keep this blog going, or archive and remake?

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   He could do this. He could definitely do this. He wouldn’t use any powers, or whatever to solve whatever Batman would throw at him, either. Nope, he’d do this like a true detective. Because that was what this was all about anyway, right? 

   So, no matter what Bats would…

   “…”    

   “…Okay, give me–– just gimme a second. Because I know this. I feel like I’ve heard this before somewhere, maybe. But I know this. It’s very simple, since it’s…  It’s, uh..   It’s obviously…  I mean, A city without buildings is clearly a… and oceans without fish is…”

    Wait. Cities and no buildings, mountains with no trees… An anthill? No, it’s got no sea…  valleys with no breeze and no fish in any water?

   A… game? Board game? That’s too far fetched…

   Freddy gasped and his eyes grew a bit bigger as he slammed his fist in his other hand. “A Map!  Is it a map!?”

“Very good,” he murmured, quietly impressed that the lad had made the connection at all, much less so soon. He had been prepared to spare him undue embarrassment - he would have turned and poured his attention back into his work, giving the boy enough time to pull out his phone (which wouldn’t work in any of Batman’s work spaces) or called on his powers to help him solve it. Ignoring the telltale thunderous clash of course.

“It’s a rather simple one in the end, isn’t it? Funny enough how often the easiest answer is overlooked for being too rudimentary. It’s much the same with fighting crime... do you follow me?”

It was another riddle, and perhaps a cheap one. But the fact remained, before he considered anyone as a protege’, they had to be willing to follow the rules. The core principals. And one of those included ‘listen to the mentor you already have.’

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Diana may have enjoyed laying back and receiving deep, thorough oral sex - Bruce had other ideas of it. None of them were bad, no. Honestly, he found the entire thing intimate enough on it’s own to just enjoy it as an act. But with Diana, there was a whole other side that made it all so much fun.

There was the power - the satisfaction in reducing a mighty, bulletproof Amazon woman to a relaxed, dripping mess, with her legs spread and one foot resting across his back. He may have been doing the work, carefully tracing patterns around her pulsing clit with the tip of his tongue, but he was calling the shots.

There was the taboo of it all, too. Wonder Woman was a beloved icon. People of all ages looked up to her as a role model. Many more as a sex symbol. The way her outfit sculpted against her inspired countless fantasies. She was meant to be too good for most anyone to approach. And yet, Bruce used his fingers to part her lips and delve his tongue deeper inside her, lapping at warm, delicate flesh.

“You taste divine,” he purred, mouth against her thigh, his voice rumbling against her skin as a wet finger pushed inside her easily. And there was the other bit - the raw sexuality. Because how often would anyone be lucky enough to hear her use such fun dirty talk?

“I could eat this pussy of yours all night,” he hummed, a wide lick tracing her flesh from bottom to clit. “Would you like that...? To have me devour your pretty wet cunt...?”

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Bruce arched above her. Broad hands moved along her arms and shoulders, down her sides, up to lift a firm breast and then on to stroke her throat and her lip with his thumb. All the while his hips rolled and ground against her, his thick arousal gliding in and out of her wet flesh. The line always seemed to blur between what they were doing: making love, having sex, or hungrily fucking. All he knew was every moan and sigh and swear left him dripping inside her as his cock twitched and throbbed.

“Do you have any idea how badly I want to just lose control with you...?”

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For all his training, control and stamina, there was little Bruce could do against Diana Prince. Every hiss and swear that tumbled from her lips left him heady with arousal. Every scratch of her nails and shiver of her muscles spurned him into arching and pushing deeper, harder. The rhythm they set at the start seemed so tame now, and there was a raw sound of flesh-on-wet-flesh as he drove inside her folds.

He could barely keep up with her - but then, wasn’t that all part of the fun of it? Not having to always try and outpace and out move the other? Just relaxing that little bit - 

“Gods, Diana,” Bruce growled. Words failed him. All he could focus on was her scent and her heat and the soft, wet vice of her core as he hit his peak. Arms crossed behind her back in a fierce grip as he held her tight against his lap, his cock sunk as deep as possible inside her as he shook and came inside her with a throaty groan.

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LEGO Batman | Be like Batman: Wash your hands | PSA

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What's your favorite breakfast cereal?

“I’m not sure I can really remember the last time I had cereal...”

It would have been bran flakes two weeks before, eaten without any attention paid to it. And it wasn’t really a favourite...

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Favorite flavor?

“.. of anything?”

“Hmm... coffee.”

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A friendly reminder that Bruce Wayne bothered to get his Bat logo printed on the bottom of the sink he shaves with absolutely no reason whatsoever.

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Favorite scent on a woman?

“Here’s where I turn around, smile and say ‘I prefer such-and-such on a woman, and nothing else!’ And of course, it’s whatever latest fragrance that Wayne Cosmetics have released recently. But I’ll level with you - I have no idea what that is right now. Can you keep that secret...?” Bruce Wayne gave a saucy wink towards the rolling camera following him, barely noting what network it was from. One of the more independent ones, out of his own control.

It paid to live with a skilled actor.

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Favorite scent?

“...” He has several - gunpowder, because it’s such an easy thing to discern and place at a crime scene. The burnt ozone that comes from building a new iteration of the Batmobile. Oil from certain machines. 

“Vanilla,” he finally says - not too strong. Just a subtle scent, and an enjoyable one.

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Favorite meal or snack your mother used to make?

“I... I miss little things. Sandwiches. Tea. It didn’t matter what it was, there was just something remarkable about the way she made it. Probably why Alfred never argued with her when she decided she wanted to own the kitchen.”

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“Uhhh, you’re literally looking right at me working the coffee, Batman. Whatever happened to ‘the world’s greatest detective’, huh?” Joker arched a brow. “Besides, I’m your very own personal arch nemesis! Batman’s arch nemesis doesn’t need an ‘occupation’.” He said the word as though it tasted bad, and picked up the cloth to wipe imaginary dust off of his little coffee stand set-up.

“Thanks for the reminder,” he grunted, whipping out his personal awesome and in-no-way-affiliated ‘puter phone. If he was going to take this ‘arch enemy’ thing seriously, it was only fair the Bat gave as good as he got.

“Lemme see here... Review: one star. Clown barista is a grade a bat-astrophe.” All fear the poison pen thumbs of The Batman.

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Bruce didn’t need an instruction there, but he enjoyed it none the less. There was something so raw and primal and hot in the way she let loose and encouraged him. Wonder Woman, beloved by all, naked and trembling around his girth and telling him to fuck her. Fingers curled over her shoulders and into the curve of her ass as he thrust inside her, his hardness throbbing with every noise she made.

Diana was the closest thing to a Greek goddess if ever there was one. Every dip and curve on her felt like it had been sculpted and it left his fingers wandering up and down her form, even as he ground up against her wet core. He combed through her inky black curls, pulling her closer against him and sweeping it away, lips trailing her shoulder and neck and throat. 

“You taste divine,” he graveled beside her ear, her flesh warm and barely salty. His mouth found the muscle of her neck and he closed around it, teeth scraping the surface and sucking - it would take more than just Batman to make her bruise, but he was willing to fucking try.