It had been three weeks since they'd been inside eachother. Three long weeks.
If Batman was honest with himself, he longed for Dark Claw; not just for the power, but for the other piece--For Logan's piece.
Logan tried to keep himself distracted, trying to lose himself in Emma Frost. They had sex constantly, at all hours of the day. Emma Frost's vagina was majestic, it was true, but there was a void within him that the woman simply couldn't fill.
He needed the goddamn Batman.
Logan climbed to the roof of the Frost mansion, and a few minutes later, the bat signal shone in the sky above him. Logan's sharp hearing picked up the rustle of fabric as Batman landed on the roof.
"Hello, Wolverine," he said, his voice low and sultry.
"Hello, Batman." And in that moment, they were moving as one, leather-clad bodies pressing against each other.
While Emma Frost may have been the White Queen of Logan's heart, Batman was the Dark Knight of his soul. On the roof on that moonless night, they were nearing a checkmate.
