The Batcave, by Samuel Pinney
“Do you like that?” he said. “DO YOU?”
She was okay with the father issues (the money helped, plus he was like totally buff), and she could sort of get with the costume, but she really struggled with the voice, especially during sexy times.
“Please don’t use the voice,” she said.
“But I am Batman,” said Batman.
He disappeared in a sulk, the lady left alone in the bat bedroom.
‘I got the boyfriend I deserve, but not the one I need right now,’ she thought, with a sigh. She turned on the bat vibrator. Buzz.