Woh merey dil per hukumrani kerney laga..wohi merey khuwabon mey aaney laga..mey kahin bhi hoti us hi key barey mey sochti…us ka khayyal merey chars...u phel jata..aur mey pareshan ho gai..mey abhi apna career banana chahti thi…laikn kiya karon yeh dil manta hi na tha..woh to bus aik hi naam janta tha..”faraz” us key siwa ussey kuch sojhta hi na tha…who din ba din merey qareeb hota chala gaya…ab hum ziada ter time saath guzartey…khob ghomtey ..ghanton bethey aik dosrey ki ankhon mey dekha kertey. The mantle of the bat. Bruce Wayne, was the scourge of Gotham’s underworld known as The Batman.As the lights of the small antechamber grew to life, the paraphernalia around her gave testament to the fact that like Bruce, Barbara had also worn the mantle of the bat. For the last few years, Barbara Gordon had been Batgirl.The room around her was almost an exact duplicate of the one she had designed herself in her original apartment back home. Bruce was good for that, recreating familiar. I would have threatened that about Ellen, but she does it no matter what I feed her.”“If we are going out, then you have to shower because you stink,” I told Rosie. “You can do it yourself, or I will do it for you. Whichever gets you smelling like shampoo and soap the fastest. I don’t kid about being hungry.”Rosie looked down at the table and said, “All my clothes stink. What is in my backpack is all that I have to wear.”“Did I tell you I’m hungry?” I asked her to look up at me.She. She cannot rub her thighs together thanks to the spreader-bar to which she is attached, but she moves her free hands down wanting to stimulate herself the old fashioned way. Her hands try this approach and then that, but the diaper is deterring her efforts and her frustration at this is beginning to show. Thanks to the tightness with which the diaper was tied she cannot even slip a finger under the edges and her efforts become more concentrated. I watch in pure enjoyment as her feisty nature.