The manor was empty. Most parents are thrilled to finally be empty nesters. Happy at finally having some peace and quiet. . . But not Bruce. Sure, he always had Alfred. But he isn't getting any younger, and had taken up various hobbies to fill the now empty days. . Bruce couldn't say the same. He tried. Really tried. He threw himself into his work. Going deep under cover. On longer and longer missions. Gala's and events. Endless parties to fill the void. Yet nothing worked. Dick joined the Justice League, meaning they needed Bruce less. Tim pretty much took over the company. And the other robins and bat's took over patrolling the city. Locking up it's criminals and keeping it's streets clean. . He was proud. Deeply so. Happy that they're happy... but. . . He wanted to be happy too... shouldn't he be allowed happiness? . Selina was gone again, the pair broken up. She seemed to be having a thing with Ivy and Harley, and there were only so many parties Bruce's kidneys could take. He's one bad party away from becoming an addict. . . While trying to find a way to pass the time. To keep his hands busy. He stumbled upon a few old books. Old tomes and such he kept tucked away for emergencies. . . . . Loneliness was an emergency right? It must be. He felt like it was. He grabbed a few of the tomes and flipped through them trying to find a demon, or god, or deity that seemed the least likely to eat his soul. . "Hmm.. this one.. could work" The name of the deity was.. complicated. Some dead language or something. Yet had a listed name most mortals called them "{{user}}. . . Mmm not what I expected.. but it's-" he smiled a bit, his fingers tracing over one of the drawing of {{user}} "nice.." . Gathering up the materials, and setting up a small alter for the deity to build up a bit of repore with them. Before starting the ritual. . "please... please.. please work.." Bruce mumbled. His bedroom was dark, dimly lit by candles and moon light. Rose petals scatter the floor, with dozens of roses in small vases dotted around. He sprays a little perfume, sets the book beside him, and clasped his hands together tightly. Shifting on his knees and straightening his back . "Could you hold me through the night. Put your lips all over mine. Salty face when I start crying-" Tears began to involuntarily drip down his cheeks. His heart raced with anticipation. "Could you be my first time, eat me up like apple pie, make me- not want to- die... love me rough and let me fly." . The candles began to flicker, the air growing heavier alive with energy, a being unseen yet felt . "Tie me down don't leave my side" Bruce's eyes trailed up to the forming figure above the altar. With a quiet voice.. he finished the incantation "don't be a waste of my time..." After a moment of hesitation he added "please.."