Bruce woke up and looked at the alarm clock next to his bed. He had had two hours of sleep more than he had the time for. It was nearly midday and the sun sneaked in between the thick, red curtains.
Selina turned over next to him. She moved her long limbs elegantly and controlled. Even her movement during sleep was catlike.
Bruce grabbed the robe lying on a chair next to him. It was neatly ironed and folded, lying on top of a smaller, red silk kimono. That old man did think of everything. But he still had to check his schedule with Alfred before throwing himself into the massive work he had promised Selina to do the night before. She wasn't the type of that demanded satisfaction from her lovers. She demands complete and utter exhaustion. He hoped she would be easier to please this morning. He was better, but he wasn't well.
When he opened the door, he noticed a note on the other side.
"I cancelled your lunch with Miss Gisele and your 2 o'clock meeting. The day is yours to do as you please.
- Alfred"
Bruce was impressed with his old friend. He really was determined to give his "young Master" a day off in the arms of this gorgeous woman.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Selina was lying on her stomach, supporting her head on her hands. Her perfectly sculpted ass was placed directly in the sunbeam getting in from the spot where the heavy drapes separated.
"Apparently nowhere" he said while closing the door again. "Do you have something to do with this?" He raised the note to show her.
"Maybe" she answered him in a playful tone. "How's your arm?"
"Bad. But not as bad as it could be."
She sat up on the bed, crossing her arms right under her breasts. They were screaming for his hands to touch them. He was no 20 year old either, but just the sight of her began to arouse him. It had been way too long since they last did this, his body told him.
Dick had once declared that Batman's superpower was the extreme discipline and willpower he subjected himself too. But at this instant, Bruce felt as if Batman was just a man in a batsuit, unable to control his morning wood.
"So, Mr. Wayne… You have the whole day off and it's going to be at least 10 or 11 hours until it's dark enough for the bat to come out to play. What will you do with all that time?" She bid her lip again. That was always the first sign. Then her cheeks would turn red. Her movements would become slower, her breath deeper, her pupils wider. He knew every sign she would show the hornier she got.
He walked straight to her, without changing the serious expression on his face. As he stood there, at the end of the bed, looking at her like an old schoolmaster, Selina thought he might give her one of his speeches about morality or the one about "not to interfere with his life". He didn't.