Okay, so since my Shaggy, Where Are You? Series was such a hit, I thought I might try making a collection/series using some of my other fic requests. I was somewhat out on a limb about doing it with a "wet dream" theme, but I was inspired by MyDirtyLittleSecret's "Only In Dreams" Hana-Kimi series. So my hat is off to you madam. Can you guess which episode this is based off of?

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Inspired by: MyDirtyLittleSecret

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Did I Hear You Right?

Chapter Warnings: MaleXMale Sex


"Master Bruce, I thought you might try these sleeping pills, for those nights that you have restless dreams, sir," Bruce simply glared at his English butler.

"Alfred, I told you, I'm not taking any pills. I could get addicted... or something," Bruce rubbed the back of his head. Alfred easily dodged the weak argument, countering with one of his own,

"You have rejected every herbal remedy I have come across. This leaves me with hardly any choice-" Bruce interrupted him,

"There is always a choice, Alfred," he recited wearily. The butler sighed,

"Yes, yes Master Bruce there is always a choice, but I implore you to take something for your constant insomnia," Bruce shook his head as he stood up.

"Crime doesn't rest, and neither does the Batman," Alfred sighed.

"Master Bruce... Bruce Wayne needs his sleep so he doesn't fall asleep in public gatherings and rouse suspicion." That was just once, Bruce thought. He wouldn't give in to his guardian's wishes.

"I'm going to take a shower," that appeared to finish the debate, but like always, Alfred had the last say.

"Hmm, I will leave the pills here in case you change your mind, Master Bruce, goodnight," Bruce sighed. Why is it so hard to win against him? And why does every win feel like a loss? Whatever, I should just clear my thoughts in the shower...

After he had toweled off, Bruce lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling as if it held all the answers to his questions. Turning away from the almighty interior roof, he spotted the pills, mocking him, along with the adjoining glass of water, placed on the nightstand. Eventually, Bruce gave in and proceeded to down the suggested two in one gulp and the water in the next. Getting cozy under the covers, Bruce could already feel the pills at work, or perhaps, it was simply the power of suggestion that rendered him unconscious.


"Doctor Langstrom, are you here?" Bruce asked while carefully walking into the dark laboratory of one of his many employees. The room was strangely quiet for someone who was supposedly doing hearing research. "I know that you aren't really doing the research with bats that you claim you are," Bruce called out in to the empty space.

"On the contrary Mr. Wayne," Langstrom revealed himself from the shadows, "I am using the bats for my research, but you pushed me. I had to come up with a cover... on the fly, if you will," Bruce frowned as he turned to face the audiologist and saw that he held some kind of remote in his hand. Before Bruce could stop him, Langstrom pressed the button, emitting a wave that made Bruce's skin crawl as he fell to the floor in agony. Even covering his ears didn't seem to help block out the sound. Suddenly it stopped, but Bruce found that his body was still trembling. Langstrom removed the earplugs he had been wearing. "I see, it appears to be a success. Subject has labored breathing and trembles outwardly. Yes, everything is normal, so far..."

"Wh-What have you done to me?" Bruce managed to choke out. Langstrom grinned,

"I'm so glad you asked, Mr. Wayne," he felt the younger man's heated forehead, "temperature is increasing, good, good. Tell me, how do you feel?" Bruce frowned and clammed up. He certainly wasn't going to give this quack any answers. "Hmph, the strong, silent type, eh? No matter, I will soon know how you are feeling," the doctor quickly and efficiently took care of Bruce's clothes. I can't even hardly move. What's happening to me? Pressing his face to the cool tiles of the floor, he thrust his lower half into the air so that he spread his body. It's so hot, maybe I'll cool down like this. Langstrom chuckled. "Assuming the position already I see," Bruce heard a faint snap of a latex glove, "let's see how you've softened up on the inside, shall we?" Bruce gasped as a cold liquid was dribbled over his backside. First one finger, then two were added before Bruce began moving his hips on his own. "Heh, looks like your butler hasn't done all the cleaning," Bruce took an offense at that,

"Shut up! Ah," he managed to bite out through gritted teeth. The pleasure... and the heat... They're rising and I can't stop. I can't hardly even think straight anymore. Langstrom relieved his fingers from their duty, much to Bruce's dismay. The fingers were quickly replaced with a larger object with a wider girth than two fingers could manage. It feels like I'm splitting in two! But somehow... it's scratching the itch deep inside of me. The pace of their thrusting was radical and uneven, but Bruce didn't care, all he knew was that he was going to have a mind-blowing orgasm that he craved so much.

"Heh, I guess you've enjoyed my little 'experiment', hmm Mr. Wayne?" Bruce didn't respond, although it was more like he couldn't respond. His mind had left its post and his body had taken over. There was no turning back as he tumbled down a ravine into a sweet pool of bliss.

"Langstrom!"


"Mas... Master... Master Bruce!" said young man bolted straight up in bed and managed to knock Alfred in the head while doing so.

"Alfred?" Bruce questioned the seemingly empty room. A groan down towards the floor caught the vigilante's attention. "Alfred... Sorry about that," the older man clambered to his feet.

"It sounded as if you were being attacked in your room, so I came to take a look... Oh my... I will retrieve you a new set of sheets..." Alfred left the room mysteriously. Why do I need? Bruce glanced down at himself. In his haste he had managed to knock the covers down below his waist, to reveal a wet patch between his legs. ... I had one of those dreams? How old am I? This was embarrassing the first time, but now? Augh! ...Alfred probably won't let up about getting a girlfriend now...


If you didn't guess, this fic is based on the events of the episode: The Man Who Would Be Bat

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