Bruce had been a little, a little distant lately. Well, that was understandable.

He's an vigilante, after all. And it's never easy for an vigilante like him—all those nights of hunting criminals, extracting information from people, and the Joker was back on the move...

So he and his partner, Dima, hadn't had much sex lately. And he knew Dima wasn't happy. He felt guilty, but at the same time, he couldn't bring himself to do it after a hard day. So, apparently, Dima took matters into his own hands.

Bruce was working in the Batcave as usual, trying to figure out where the Joker was holed up today. He heard quiet steps, then Dima appeared. Bruce looked up, smiling slightly as he accepted the glass of coffee from his lover's hands.

"Thank you, love." He muttered, taking a long sip from his glass.

After a while, he began to feel strange. He felt hot. His pants felt tighter. He gripped the edge of the table, breathing heavily, his head heavy. He blinked, raising his dull, hungry gaze to Dima. "Love.. What... what was in that coffee?.."