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Added 2018-07-02 23:14:45 +0000 UTCMary McGinnis’s legs seemed not quite connected with her body as she got out of her car and walked to her apartment. She found it difficult to walk in a straight line. She fortified herself with the thought that when she got inside, she would splash her face with cold water and drink some strong black coffee. If there was one thing good about Terry working as a gopher at Mr. Wayne’s, it was that he seemed to keep coffee brewing at all hours of the day.
However, on reaching the sanctity of her apartment, Mary saw that the coffeemaker was empty. She couldn’t drive herself to making any; the day had been too long. She lay down on her bed with a wet towel over her forehead to combat the lightheadedness she felt. She had to change her clothes; everything felt horribly sweaty and sticky. She got up to take off her dress, then fell back on her bed in nothing but her bra and panties. Warren would be shocked to find her this way, but the bedsheets felt deliciously cool and clean on her skin, which was otherwise so hot…
Warren was dead, though. Dead and divorced from her. She tried to think of someone else finding her in her underwear, besides Terry or Matt. It seemed like there were no eligible bachelors left in the city. As a girl, she’d had Superman and Green Lantern and the Flash… now there was just those rockers who seemed younger than her son, and were definitely far less mature.
Well, there was Batman. She’d seen him a few times; it seemed like everyone in Gotham had, now that he’d come back. She knew he wore some high-tech suit, but it couldn’t make him so tall, with such a growling voice, and those rock-hard abs underneath its skintight sheath. That was all on whoever wore the mask.
She pictured Batman standing there in the doorway, looking at her… and she instinctively spread her legs, her breath coming faster. She could imagine his erection as he saw her lying there. His long, fat cock standing out from a zipper in his costume.
