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The caped crusader, anonymous in his iconic suit, finds himself alone in the Batcave, the weight of Gotham's safety heavy on his mind. He strips down to his white briefs, the tight fabric contouring his muscled ass. His mind wanders, and he begins to grind his hips, dry humping the air, his cock straining against the cotton. The friction of the fabric against his ass and cock sends waves of pleasure through him, as he imagines the tight, wet heat of his beloved Robin.