#notamadman

As the bartender approached, he spoke. “Shots of something strong, and keep them coming.” He ordered out with a cheeky smile. The man behind the counter nodded and slammed a glass on the bar and began filling. As quick as it was filled, he would down it. This was a repetitive process for a good few minutes. Lewis was done with today, and he wanted to forget every little thing. Around shot 5 or 6, he saw a man approaching and turned to stare at him. “Well, hello there.”” It took him a moment to realize who it was. It was Bruce Wayne in all of his dark and handsome glory. “Care for a drink?” He chirped out smiling barely tipsy. It paid to be an army brat when it came to shots, or any alcohol for that matter.

Maybe it was the testosterone—the rush and the thrill of being around the greatest men; to have been elbow to elbow with might and glory all in one place where there was nothing but the comforts of eager goads and challenges. Heck, Kai had tried the mettle of his own strength in some hero on hero wrestling. And won. And it was easy to say that might have been the culprit. Or maybe it was just that fact that the island was all his to relax in that his body was finally betraying him. Or maybe it was something else that he was susceptible to yet was far distracted to be even aware of. Just—just how the cool summer breeze was practically caressing at the bulges and curves of his buxom form that didn’t leave much covered with how he rocked his swimsuit, really --------- it was a tingle under his skin with every breath, a cozy melt within his core that he couldn’t help but have his bared muscle breasts to roll on and heave as he reveled in the privacy of the island’s deserted cove. Fuck.

With nothing but the soft lapping waves, Kai just sighed as he walked up to some shallow cave as he finally indulged himself with a rub at his chest as his eyes fluttered closed and sighed. A tingle. An itch. “--------- fuck,” the Kryptonian sighed under his breath as he let his other hand wander back, to take pass at the thing string of his thong that finally had him shudder when he felt himself clench --------- all while unaware of eyes hidden within shadows that was enjoying his unwitting exhibition.

incorrect warriors quotes: zain zatara and bruce wayne

[🐱] ——- APART FROM AN EXPENSIVE taste in tangible materialism such as diamonds, sebastian adored a set of toys to play with and get himself out of most situations. gadgets and a variety of tools were of sebastians interest as much as gems, pearls and glistering diamonds. especially when he would be able to nick them without much effort, right underneath the nose of gothams playboy billionaire and sebastians own little toy on the side. wayne industries was having one of its monthly displays, showing their newest inventions and the new tech the company assured would make gotham into the prospering and thriving city it was supposed to be. an utopian concept that was merely a dream made from a bubble that had been pinched too many times.