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In the dimly-lit room, he's alone with his thoughts and a solo mission. The muscular stud, a self-proclaimed DC Comics enthusiast, worships the alter ego of Bruce Wayne. Naked and hard, he reclines, his gaze locked on the screen, watching Batman's every move. Each panel, each motion, ignites his desire. The skintight suit leaves little to the imagination, and his own throbbing member aches for release. He strokes himself, his breathing heavy, lost in the fantasy of the Dark Knight's powerful form.