The silhouette of a bat glided over the rooftops of Gotham city as Bruce glided the last meter's to his bedroom window and stealthily glided through it so he wouldn't wake up Alfred.
Bruce took his cape and cowl off and threw it on a chair he had exactly for that purpose in the corner of the room, as he took off the rest of his costume and threw it on the same chair.
The bedroom was beautifully decorated with dark wood paneling on the floor and a beautiful soft and fluffy king size bed with a red and black two sided covers on the duvet and the pillow and a fireplace at the wall in front of it with pictures of his parent's at their wedding day and one of a younger Alfred holding him when he was a baby. The walls are painted white and it gave the room a warm and cozy look.
Bruce moved over to the bed in his black silk boxers and laid down on top of the duvet and sighed with relief and delight as his body hit the bed, the duvet was cold and that is perfect for a warm crime fighter! His hand's moved down to his abs and down to the boxers lining as he pulled them off in one fluid move and just enjoyed the delight of laying there naked and relaxing as his hands reached down to his penis as he felt the blood start to rush in his veins as he thought of a certain cat.
Her lips kissing him and her hands gripping his shaft carefully as she started to masturbate him, and he moaned with every move she made. She pulled down the zipper on the front of her costume and her breasts bulged out as she took it off completely and her hands got replaced by her wetness as she started to move up and down, riding him to the rhythm of his moans filled with pleasure as she could feel him reaching his climax and witch made her ride him faster and harder and then as his moans got a bit louder as he opens his eyes the same time as a white stream of cum laid on his duvet he sighed and threw the cover in the laundry basket next to the chair and put on his boxers again and fell asleep as soon as he rolled up in his duvet