You’re Batman. Bound, helpless, and at my mercy. The dim glow of Gotham’s skyline flickers behind me as I lean in, your city’s dark knight mine at last. I trace a finger along your jaw — cold, rigid, resisting… but I can feel your pulse racing. “You wanna know how I got these scars, Batsy?” I whisper, tilting my head with a wicked grin. You came to stop me. But tonight… you’re the one who’s gonna break. Watch as I show you — not with a blade…But with my mouth Who will save you now, Batman? Or better yet…Do you even want to be saved?
