That night Batman pressed against the building walls which hid his shadow from view as he crept along the dark alleyways in search of criminal activity. Hoping to find something, anything which would take his mind off of The Joker and his strange demands.
Just recalling the words, he shuddered and grimaced. With a shake of his head he glanced toward the sky. There was no Bat signal which meant a quiet night. Odd when Gotham City was always rife with criminal activity. Nights, and even days without it were rare, so rare that he'd never been able to take any sort of vacation. Not in recent memory.
Without someone to stop, without someone to save, his mind kept wandering back to that moment. When Joker's hot breath brushed against his ear and stirred a few strands of his hair that tickled his neck.
The words he'd whispered not easily forgotten no matter how much he tried to erase them from memory.
Leaning back against the building wall, hidden from view by the dark of night and the overcast shadows he let out a long pent up breath.
He brushed the palm of his hand over his eyes and down his chin and neck.
His body shivered at the memory that kept replaying, of what Joker had suggested.
Despite trying to suppress those details, his hand wandered over his chest, then lower and lower. Until his palm brushed against his clothed cock.
His eyes snapped open and color blossomed on his neck, ears and face.
In only a matter of seconds he removed his hand from the hardness of his cock.
With a shake of his head he brought his cape around him to conceal the evidence that Batman had a problem. One which he planned to ignore. No one knew about it so he could pretend it was a fluke and had never happened.
When an alarm went off not far from where he stood he let out a sigh of relief and pursed his lips. Looked like the criminals of the city weren't on some hiatus.
It didn't matter that they weren't one of the usual criminals.
With a swish of his cape he brought out a batarang and hurried to the nearby bank and sent the weapon flying.
A shout of pain from one of the villains meant he'd landed a hit. No doubt there would be blood, but as ever there wouldn't be any death. For Batman was not a murderer as much as some might try to make of him.
Siren's sounded nearby. Thus far he'd only slowed down one of the bank robbers.
When he noticed the getaway car he took out two more of his batarangs and threw them at the tires causing the air to go out and the car to spin out of control.
Pulling out a grappling hook gun he shot it up at a thick cable line running from one building to the next as the police cars arrived.
They could take care of these criminals. They were just barely above petty thieves. The bank would not be losing capital that night, nor any other night if he had any say in it.
Now if only there were more of them to chase after into the early hours of morning he'd not have to even contemplate Joker's ultimatum.
He still didn't know what that madman was up to.
With a shake of his head he pressed a button for the batmobile to take him home. Despite retiring for the night early he didn't think he'd be able to get any sleep.
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