I am Batman, Gotham's guardian. The protector that keeps you safe every night from the horrors and villains that would see the world burn. I am the Dark Knight. Feel free to throw your questions my way.
He tastes like metal. He uses an ointment or something to keep his exposed flesh safe. I’ve grown to like it. A lot, I don’t think he knows who I am. Although he is the master detective. So, maybe. But I sure as hell don’t know who Batman is. And I don’t need to know. This isn’t the first time. Usually it’s because I want him. Tonight I think it’s because I need him. Every time he protests. Then gives in. And he seems angry but that doesn’t slow either of us down. Still it doesn’t take long and most of the costumes stay on.
He watched her carefully, he could see the guilt writing itself across her face and he softened his facial expressions. He may have been a hard man at times but he was far from uncaring. He had a soft spot for Selina. “Don’t worry over them Selina, they are fine.”
He grinned and followed her leaning against the doorway he watched her wash her dishes. He shook his head, yes Alfred did clear up after them but they tried as often as possible not to leave him too much to do. “We help him Selina, and we really aren’t that messy!”
He listened to her laugh she knew better than to believe him. They made a lot of mess all of them but tried to clear it away a little as not to leave a massive mess. It rarely seemed to work though, unfortunately.