Batman surrenders to White Rabbit.

He was awake. He knew he was. He didn’t want to go back, not back to starving. He couldn’t starve himself again after this.

“Sir!”

Bruce felt another sense of relief as the cowl came free, letting him be free. No longer hiding.

“Oh my,” White Rabbit remarked breathily, another smirk gracing her lips. “And I thought that I’d have to take more money out of my account.”

Bruce just closed his eyes, relaxing in her lap. He couldn’t have gone back to hiding, especially from her. Batgirl being on the way- supposedly in just a few minutes- was the way back he didn’t want to take.

White Rabbit shifted, pulling away from him and the headboard, letting him flop back down onto the bed on his side. He couldn’t hear Alfred anymore without the cowl, but he imagined that he was alerting Batgirl that he had just been unmasked.

What he did hear- at least, what he believed he heard, since his eyes were still closed- was White Rabbit slowly climbing out of bed, unsteadily clambering toward the door. She opened it, letting some small amount of extra light from outside in, though not enough to be bothersome to him.

Bruce sighed, then **** himself to roll over to face the window. Slowly opening his eyes, he felt the sense of existential dread, of knowing that his life was about to change for what was probably the worst. And still, he couldn’t stop himself from making that change. He needed to see it through, to go down that rabbit hole in the hope that there would be something for him on the other side.

Breathing heavily, he put some weight onto his arm beneath him. White Rabbit had left the room, though he knew that she wasn’t just running off without him. He didn’t remember quite everything she’d said, but his analytical mind- now fully restored- made him think that she intended to take him with her when she did leave.

He figured that she’d lied about texting Jaina’s bodyman or pilot, whichever one was Manuel. It was probably about the time that her car would arrive to take her back to Chesterfield Memorial, and Jaina wouldn’t be awake to come down. Instead, it would be the two of them, with Bruce’s presence being explained away as just a billionaire socialite going along with another socialite on a flight. He didn’t have his passport on him to be going out of the country, but with Jaina’s resources, that might not be a problem.

Sure enough, White Rabbit returned within a few moments. She was still wearing her corset, though she had put on a pair of pants to cover up her bottom, and she was carrying Jaina’s jacket over her right arm. Though Bruce couldn’t see it, he suspected that she was holding the hypno-wheel under the jacket, ready to show it to him if he tried to attack her.

She wouldn’t need it.

“Come on, Bruce,” White Rabbit invited, standing up in the doorway. “I’ve got another jacket for you out front.”

Groaning, Bruce **** himself to rise, sitting on the edge of the bed. Doing what she said just felt right. It didn’t matter if it was an aftereffect of exposure to her tail or him just deciding that he needed to follow her into this new world.

He looked down at himself. His cock- drenched in their mutual fluids- rested flaccidly on the mattress below. His pants were still down around his knees, letting him determine that they would look enough like normal pants at this hour to not look suspicious. The same went for the boots, and he could take off his gloves and gauntlets. He had an undershirt underneath his armor, though she had offered him a jacket to put on to cover it up. With his cape, cowl and belt left behind, there would be nothing to let Alfred track him down if he didn’t check on Jaina’s plane first, and White Rabbit could have their destination changed mid-flight to avoid letting Jaina track them down.

“Come on,” she repeated, taking another step toward him. She extended her uncovered hand toward him, keeping her jacket-covered hand at her own waist. “Let’s go.”

Bruce looked down one final time. She’d tossed his cowl on the floor after removing it, and he could see it in the shadow beneath the window. Alfred might have been trying to shout to get his attention, or it could have just been his imagination. One last gasp of his old life trying to get to him.

Nodding, Bruce stood up from the bed, swaying at first as his legs threatened to give out beneath him. He spread his base slightly, using one hand to grab the waistband of his pants and pull it back up. His wettened cock wasn’t exactly comfortable taking its place back inside of his clothing, but he could definitely manage it.

“Let’s go,” Bruce agreed quietly. He took her outstretched hand, letting her help him over to the door. He certainly didn’t miss her self-satisfied smirk in the dim light of the apartment.

Bruce blinked a few times to try to keep focused. He thought he might try to get some sleep on the plane, wherever it was going. When he woke up, he could embrace his next life.

She led him back through the apartment to the front door. Cautiously, she pointedly averted her eyes from her own hand as she unfurled her jacket, causing him to do the same. He grabbed a different jacket from a coat rack next to the front door, a long overcoat that was probably more meant for winter weather than late autumn.

White Rabbit peeled her glove off like a doctor removing disposable gloves, using it to cover up the hypno-wheel before she stuffed it into her pocket. “Ready?”

Bruce nodded again. It was time.

Smiling, White Rabbit opened the front door, letting the light in the hallway overtake him.