Sir. Respectfully. Wow.
The man was pure perfection. Except for the gun.
Although an argument could be made that the piece of deadly metal in his hands only enhanced his hot rating, because he obviously handled it like he knew how to... You know... handleit.
Now, the creep facing off with Batman? He looked like he was about five months overdue on his haircutandshower. If it wasn't for the fresh air in the shop, I was pretty sure the rancid smell coming off of him would have melted me down to a puddle of goo.
If Mr. Batman's hotness didn't do the job first.
So.
To recap.
Hot, grumpy mountain man with a gun.
Versus.
Human embodiment of a bad decision.
And me.
Standing there with a bottle of water, mildly dehydrated, slightly heat-exhausted, and apparently making zero good choices in life. This was in factnothow you survived on the road.
Now, considering my dehydration and heat exhaustion from trekking down an endless road, and my ever present and alwaysfavourite book's most famous quote 'Don't Panic' I could not be held responsible for what happened next.
I waved.
Yup. You heard that right. I waved. Like I had just walked into a casual social gathering and not… whateverthiswas.
Mr. Batman's eyes flicked to my hand, his scowl deepening like I had personally offended him.
Creeper McBadLifeChoices, on the other hand, noticed me immediately and took a slow step in my direction.
Oh. Fun. Was this it? Was this how I finally went out? Not with a dramatic speech or a heroic sacrifice, but because I wandered into a convenience store and waved at the wrong person?
Creeper was about two steps away from getting his hands on me, with me just standing there blinking owlishly at the happenings in front of me, both frozen and speechless for the briefest of moments, when he suddenly wasn't there anymore.
I blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Okay.
That was… deeply impressive. It happened so quickly I had a quick thought to ask if Mr Batman had use of a probability drive. Because… How exactly did he just disappear, you ask? Well, that would be because Mr. Batman suddenly had him pushed up against the floor, hands already hogtied behind his back.
I had a sudden, visceral reaction upon seeing Mr. Batman tie up Creeper one-handed with nothing but a few plastic tie-like things. My cock perked right the hell up, and I had the overwhelming urge to beg him to be my Daddy and tiemeup like that.
But that would be an inappropriate reaction.
Right?
Mr. Batman grunted, drawing my attention from his sexy fingers manhandling Creeper up to his scowling face.
“Uh… hi,” I said, because clearly my brain had clocked out for the day.
Obviously, this meant that Mr. Batman threw himself at my mercy and begged me for the privilege of fucking me into the closest bed. Or maybe even the damned bathroom in the back of the store.
