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Night sets in, and Gotham becomes alive with neon signs. Under crimson lights, industrial and flickering, Batman’s skin stands out.
There is fresh stubble along his chin. Batman must not have shaved recently.
Jim imagines Batman in his bathroom, in front of a mirror and shaving like regular people do. Not the night’s vengeance, but the man underneath of flesh and blood. And then, Jim pictures himself next to him.
Jim steps closer. "Can I kiss you?"
Batman’s lips part. “Please.”
The chill of Gotham’s nights sets in. On a rooftop, Jim becomes alive chasing the warmth of Batman’s lips.