Superman stared at himself in the mirror. Fresh out of the shower with his hair a damp, slightly curly mess and no trademark blue suit, he looked much like any other man. He didn't look like a hero, he didn't look like an alien, he just looked like a man. It was nice sometimes to be out of uniform, to just be a person, a person who wasn't just the personification of good, the "Big Blue Boyscout" that everyone looked up to. It was hard sometimes to live up to all that, to be perfect all the time, the hero who wasn't supposed to have a dark side.
But he did have one. Deep down, he had the same thoughts and desires as any person. Normally he pushed those thoughts and feelings down deep inside, keeping them in check so he could do his job and keep the world safe. But yesterday, he had let his desires get the best of him. The feeling of Robin underneath him, the smell of his sweat and the sound of his breath coming shallower and shallower as he squeezed his hand around his windpipe.
He stared down at his hands. not so much as a hangnail form the fight, but he could remember the feel of the boys skin, hot and damp with sweat and desperation. It had been exciting, more exciting than anything he had experienced in a long time. true, he had feelings for Lois Lane, but he knew he couldn't really be with her, couldn't be himself and let loose with her. She was a normal human woman, he had to keep his strength carefully in check around her and sometimes the effort was almost too much for him.
With Robin, it had been totally different. He had been more than willing to fight him, to keep struggling and not give up or give in to the pain. He had enjoyed that a lot, and he hadn't stopped thinking about it since then. He wanted to do it again, he wanted to feel the boy wonder struggling against him, muscles straining, whimpering in pain. But he knew it was wrong. he didn't want to spar, to help teach the boy like a mentor should. No, this desire was much less pure. He didn't know how to handle it.
The sound of the phone ringing snapped him out of his trance. It was the separate line he had that only people associated with the League had.
"Hello?"
"Uh, hey! Supe! It's me, uh, ya know...Robin." The boy was mumbling, tripping over his words, something he almost never did.
"Hey Robin, how are you? Not too sore?" He kept his tone carefully neutral. He hadn't been expecting this, he thought he had more time to think things over before he would see Robin again.
"I'm fine, ya know...fine. Uh, I was wondering, do you wanna maybe come over?" Robin paused for barely a second before rushing on, not letting the other man speak. "I mean you don't have to it's just batman's busy and you said you wouldn't mind sparring again, i mean if you're not busy, if you're busy it's no big deal I just thought I would ask and-"
Superman forced himself not to chuckle as he cut the boy off, "It's no problem. i can come by the base in an hour if you want to practice, ok?"
Robin paused briefly before responding. "Well, the rest of the gang's still here so we wouldn't have any real...privacy. You know, t practice. Maybe we could go somewhere else...?"
Superman though over his answer carefully. Robin wanted to see him, and he wanted to be alone with him. He could almost feel his hands closing around the boy's thin neck, could almost hear him groaning in pain. "Sure, I'll pick you up."