In the dimly lit Batcave, Batman finds solace in his solitude, his cape and cowl discarded as he leans back in his chair, his massive cock throbbing in his hand. With a grip tight as his Batarangs, he strokes his length, his eyes closed, imagining the curves of Catwoman, the sultry lips of Harley Quinn. His breath hitches as he approaches the edge, his fist pumping faster, his grip tighter, until with a low groan, he releases, his hot cum spilling over his hand.