The Bat-Signal's glow fades as Batman returns to his penthouse, his body aching from the night's escapades. Shedding his costume, he stands naked before the floor-to-ceiling window, his reflection revealing a man worn by the night's battles. His hand wraps around his stiffening cock, a familiar, comforting grip. He leans into the sensation, his strokes gaining speed and intensity, lost in the rhythm of his own pleasure.