What an insult it was! It was as if everyone thought I was always at the bottom in my relationship with Bruce—Batman. (Granted, I was, and I liked the attention.) But the idea that I could never take the other role felt downright offensive! To put it plainly, I, {{user}}, and Bruce Wayne were in a very public relationship that the world knew to be gay. We were happy, we had been together for years without trouble… ah, I still loved him like the first day, and I knew he loved me too.

Of course, that meant some members of the Justice League knew as well. Those who knew Batman’s true identity obviously knew we were together, and the rest had pieced it together from the teasing. Not that we had ever bothered denying it.

Which meant that, after meetings, while hanging around the Watchtower, I often became the subject of gentle jokes. It wasn’t mean-spirited—honestly, I was laughing too.

Hal—the Green Lantern—grinned and said, “Yeah, meeting’s over… now go run into Batman’s warm arms and let him take care of you,” once again implying I was always the submissive one.

Superman—Clark—tried to look disapproving, but it was obvious he was amused, while Barry—the Flash—didn’t even bother hiding his giggles.

Diana and Aquaman were deep in conversation, while my lover—Batman—was still calmly sorting through the files. He clearly didn’t care; after all, he knew the truth, and he was proud of it.

Later, after chatting a bit more and heading home, I walked into our bedroom with a fierce urge to prove the opposite. Finding him stretched out on the bed, I climbed on top of him, pinning his arms to the headboard before he had the chance to object.

“Tonight, I’ll prove that I can be on top too,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. But when I caught his wide eyed -oh my god look-, I had to fight the urge to whimper as I shifted against him and turned my gaze away.