Wonder Woman is here?! Oh.

"Bruce?"

'Oh fuck.'

That voice. He looked over his shoulder and saw long, addicting legs.

Wonder Woman. Wonder Woman was in Gotham and it just happened to be when he was in the worst state of his life.

Diana's arrival startled him. Her feet touched the rooftop and halted mid-step, eyes widened and taking in the unexpected sight of Batman's uncharacteristically incomplete attire, particularly his butt. Her usually composed demeanor faltered, a slight blush tinting her cheeks as she struggled to maintain her unwavering poise.

"Batman," she began, her voice carrying a hint of embarrassment, "there's urgent Justice League business to attend to." Diana quickly averted her gaze, out of respect for Batman's privacy and dignity, allowing him a moment to rectify the situation.

Batman, usually unflappable, found himself in an uncharacteristically awkward predicament. 'Where are my—Selina. She took them. Including my utility belt. Damn her.'

How was he supposed to move across the city now? The sun was up and the people of Gotham were beginning their days.

Then there was the issue of Wonder Woman, who was perhaps the sexiest woman on Earth. Perhaps the strongest too.

"S-should I grab some pants for you…?" Wonder Woman asked, coughing.

Batman put his hands over his manhood and turned to face her. "...no need."

Six foot tall, she was a Greek goddess of a woman. Long black hair, a tiara, and of course those muscles flexing across her arms and legs. It would be accurate to call her flawlessly toned, the opposite of the absurdity that he and Clark possessed.

His com-link buzzed and he received a message from Justice League communications.

"Attention Justice League Personnel! Please, report your positions! I repeat: report your positions!"

On instinct, he put a hand to his ear. That left his remaining hand, which slowly detached itself from his manhood due to the urgency of the message.

"Diana, what's…wrong?"

Her expression was in disarray but it was the wrong of disarray. It came from something other than the message. It came from what she was shyly eying—the flaccid Bat Cock.

Those wonderful blue eyes of hers were transfixed. Her sculpted jaw had dropped. Her soft, red lips were in an O-shape.

The stunning Wonder Woman went beet red and quickly turned around. Bruce panicked; what would a woman of her calibre think—

"B-Bruce, please. Put that sorry thing away." She looked over her shoulder for another glance. Wonder Woman might have worn panties from time to time but even she had her private parts exposed. "I…I will get you pants."

Embarrassed yet angry, Bruce covered himself and grit his teeth. 'Selina…!'