Clad in his iconic suit, minus the cape, Batman finds solace in the shadows of his lair, the weight of Gotham's safety momentarily lifted. His eyes lock onto the reflection of his bulge in the Batcomputer's monitor, an irresistible invitation. He slips off his utility belt, unzips his suit, and reveals his throbbing cock, already leaking pre-cum. Tight thongs hug his ass, accentuating every curve as he strokes himself, the sound of his hand meeting flesh echoing in the silent room. His moans are muffled, his pleasure private, until he finally releases, his cum painting the Bat-symbol onto the cold, hard floor.