Your beautiful body, reacting to my touch, with the waves of power that release from every blow I send to your soul.

Bruce felt... ashamed, not knowing or wanting to, out of impulsiveness, the man gasped, embarrassedly kissing the letter, and tucked it away in his drawer afterwards.

He went to his wardrobe and dressed in underwear and blue silk pyjama’s and slippers, he left the room and closed the doors and went downstairs smelling the suit and cinnamon, coffee and honey cookies, made by Alfred who was the only one before him who was awake.

He looked around before he felt, somehow, the man expected to find Darkseid, but...