Batman SPH

The locker room in Wayne Manor was a sanctuary for Bruce Wayne after an intense workout. The air was thick with the musky scent of sweat.

Bruce was no ordinary man. He was the peak of humanity, a towering figure at six foot two. He stood before his locker, taking off his shirt and shoving the messy thing in. He didn’t have time to fold it.

Left in black underwear, he stared at the miniscule bulge. He took a deep breath, feeling the invisible anticipation in the locker room. His fingers into the waistband, one leg out the other, he pulled his underwear down and his small penis bounced out.

He exhaled. Three inches long, tiny pouch shrivelled up from exercise, and looking absolutely tiny on his huge frame. If he weren't the Batman, if he were a normal man, perhaps this would have been acceptable. But it wasn't.

The Batman's greatest secret was neither his identity, his trauma, or his training. It was his painfully average penis, unfit for a man capable of outwitting gods.

The tiled floor beneath him was cool against his feet. He squared his shoulder. 'Be proud, Batman.'

He told himself that everytime as a kind of exercise. He had bedded a hundred women, from Silver St. Cloud, Vicki Vale, Talia al Ghul, Jezebel Jet, Natalya Trusevich, Jaina Hudson, Selina Kyle, and even Harley Quinn. The great secret was never about Batman, it was about his manhood. The infamous Bat Cock—did it live up to expectations?

(Silver's reaction had been delayed. Confusion, then a comforting smile. "Oh, Bruce, I love it! It's just perfect for me!")

("A playboy, huh? Maybe it was just the money…" Vicki muttered before smiling up at him. "Well, big boy, let's see you handle this—)

(Talia didn't blink. "A perfect specimen indeed, Beloved.")

(Jezebel did blink. "Roland—nevermind. I suppose I shouldn't have put so much stocking into a pretty white boy.")

("Interesting," Natalya commented before swallowing his cock whole.)

("I am about to bury your cock in my tits," said Jaina. "I hope you enjoy~"

(He and Selina were making out. His hand on her rear, his mouth moaning into hers, the Bat and the Cat were truly becoming one. Her claws ripped his black trunks apart and let his soft dick hang out. Her green eyes flickered down and widened, breaking the kiss. "Oh my…a small bat indeed." Still peering down, seemingly fascinated, she began stroking…)

(Harley stared at it. "Uhh, that's it, Bat? Gotta say, it's much smaller than I thought it'd be. Oh well, a girl can't complain. It's the BAT cock after all!")

Flaccid, hard, it didn't matter. There was a pattern amongst them: a lack of surprise. A lack of commitment. Through sheer luck, he managed to make Silver orgasm eleven times. Key word: luck. After her passing, he never managed to accomplish that feat.

There was the change area of the locker room, then the shower shower zone at the end. The shower was turned on, something he had noticed since the start, with the glassy very foggy. Somebody was already in there. Whether it was Dick or Tim, it didn’t matter. Bruce was comfortable. There was no need to be weird about it.

‘Judging by the body type, it’s Dick.’

The World’s Greatest Detective’s observations were rarely incorrect. He stepped in confidently, saw the male inside, and his heart dropped. He did indeed recognize the man. It wasn’t a stranger. However, it was a man Bruce did not entirely trust. A man that he suspected of wrong-doing.

A man who was calm and cool as he turned to see who it was, who didn’t realize the problem when he did turn to look at Bruce.

Thwap!

"Oh, hey, Bruce."