"you don't like to waste time, do you?" she replied. "well, here it goes, i have always wanted to have sex with a woman and i figure its now or never ...o...do you want to fuck me tonight?" what?..." i stammered, almost choking on my own saliva. honestly, i didn't expect her to be so forward. its not too often that i meet women with the same brunt personality. so, she threw me for a minute, but i decided to play along and see just how serious she really was. "so, you want to meet up and fuck. Hearn! Have foresail and mainsail set! Mr. Pons, don’t have the guns loaded yet, but have canister ready for the carronades and dismantling shot for the 18-pounders!”There came Bartleby with Thomas’s fighting coat, dark vest, sword and pistols. Captain Benning had given him the advice years ago, to wear a simple blue coat without epaulettes into a fight. There was no advantage in drawing the attention of the enemy sharpshooters to his person by wearing a splendid uniform. The dark vest was. It grazed it again, then again. Finally he let his hand rest on the small part of my breast that was fully covered by the skimpy string bikini bra.I looked up at him and rubbed my cheek against his, his hand cupped my breast. I kissed him softly on the cheek. He looked into my green eyes before kissing me back on the cheek. I put my hand on his hand and placed it firmly on my breast. I looked him in the eyes again before kissing him on the lips. We kissed softly, he opened up his lips. Lasciviously Bruce enjoyed the sight and felt freer than ever before.He was no longer the Dark Knight. He was no longer Batman. He was now just a shell that played a role. Before, the person Bruce Wayne was that role. Now it was the role of Batman. He was obedient. He knew what to do. He watched a little bit how the alien bitch fucked his foster son into coma and then fell asleep himself.When he awoke, he was briefly confused. He woke up in his bed and looked around. It was a strange feeling..