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For as long as Edward could remember, he loved being a watcher. He loved solving puzzles and just knowing things. He remembered the peaceful feeling of hiding under the bed, watching the other little girls talk and play. He liked knowing that they didn’t know he was there. Being invisible was when he felt safest. Once puberty hit, Edward felt like his eyes were really opening for the first time. Not only did he now see that he was a boy, he started seeing the cracks all around him. His watching increased exponentially, he heard things that he knew he really wasn’t supposed to hear. He saw patterns that others either missed, or were too ignorant to do anything about. The system wasn’t broken, the system was working just fine to screw over people like him, people in the orphanage, people who weren’t entirely selfish.
Edward knew that if he just stayed elegant, peaceful, he might have a chance. A chance to lead a normal some-what successful life. But he was exhausted. He knew that he had to do something. Nothing led him per se, there were no voices in his head or anything, but- he could feel a tug deep in his soul to do something. That’s why he quit his job, that’s why he hacked into people’s computers, and that’s how he discovered the Batman.
Batman was his whole soul. Everything he ever wanted. He was vengeance! Edward would surely be jealous of him if he wasn’t absolutely devoted to him. Batman was the thing that kept Edward getting up in the morning. Batman was his saving grace, his own prophet. Batman wreaked retribution. Edward watched him every day, studying his actions as if they were some holy intervention in the infernal system they lived in. His obsession swiftly became also sexual. The way Batman acted and looked, Edward wished one day that Batman would be all be felt, saw, tasted, smelled, heard, all of it. He wished Batman could envelop him in a way.
Edward lives in a pretty shitty area of Gotham, well- all of Gotham is shitty but his neighborhood especially. Half the buildings were abandoned and he was sure the basement of his apartment building was a trap house. Luckily, his own apartment was pretty big and he didn’t have any annoying neighbors around, only the occasional homeless person sleeping in the hallway.
To be frank, Batman was the only good thing in his life. Edward couldn’t afford to buy testosterone so he had to self medicate, which often left him light headed and his libido spiraling out of control. That’s why when Batman started to use the apartment in the next building right across from Edward’s window, as a safe house, he was absolutely ecstatic!
He quickly settled into stalking Batman, just quietly watching him made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Edward knew that he wanted to go into the safe-house very soon. He also figured out by close examination of timing and physical attributes that Batman was Bruce Wayne. At first, this fact disgusted him. Bruce Wayne was a stupid spoiled to the core rich boy with no redeeming qualities other than his alter ego. The Waynes were the ones who made people like him have the a horrible life! However, over the next few weeks, Edward started to forgive Bruce. I was so angry at you! How could you lie to me like that? Oh but, with all you’ve done for us… I can’t stay mad at you Batman, or Bruce I should say. I love you, I forgive you for your family’s sins, as long as you carry on bringing vengeance to these evil monsters who want to destroy people like us.
Edward started planning for his visit to the safe-house. He knows there are many security cameras throughout the building and the apartment so he makes sure to mess with them to ensure the footage is just a remix of the last day’s footage. - Same weather you know-
The apartment itself is pretty boring. Bruce has made sure that the apartment has no damning evidence, only necessary discrete tools. It is very clean and minimalistic, furniture is monochromatic and there is little to no decoration. Even so, the apartment still attracts Edward. He can’t wait to share the same space Bruce has been in.
But once everything is fully set, on a cold morning when he knows Bruce is away, Edward fully steps into the apartment. Its perfect. He goes through each room looking at everything, noting the books in the shelves - Oh he and I have read the same book I wonder what he thought of it - or - I should read this one, it looks very used he must have liked it- .
He goes through Bruce’s bathroom, inspecting each toilitrie to see if it had been used. He sees a new brand of toothpaste- to him- instead of Colgate Ultra-Sensitive- it becomes Bruce’s toothpaste. He even starts buying replicas of things throughout the house, to feel closer to Bruce.
After a few months of these little trips, he comes on an especially rainy afternoon. He goes into the bedroom- he knows Bruce has slept here before, he watched him as he did so. He can’t help himself, he throws caution to the wind and climbs into Bruce’s bed. It smells so masculine. A bit like cedar body wash- the one in the shower- and a bit like Body Odor.
It smells so good he can’t stop. He strips down naked, already his heart is racing and his crotch is pulsating. First he just lays on top of the bed, arching his back and rubbing his legs together as if waiting for Bruce. The thought of Bruce seeing him like that turns him on so much that he finishes just by rubbing his legs. Then, he climbs under the covers, and it’s like being with him. Its warm and private, the sheets feels used. He wonders when was the last time Bruce cleaned the sheets, he hopes it was not too recently. He lays on his stomach, inhaling the scent from Bruce’s pillow, lifting one leg up, he touches himself as he smells and feels the bed. Its perfect. He feels so utterly naked and it turns him on- being so vulnerable. As if Bruce would come in and the situation would go full porno style and he would just start pounding Edward into the mattress.
After he finishes for the 4th time. Edward resists the pull of sleep and gets up. He feels loose and sexy. He wanders through the apartment naked, just for the hell of it. Mimicking sex positions as he goes through. Oh- what if he bent me over the counter like this? Or if we were in the shower and I sucked him off?
Edward then checks his watch- according to his observations, there was about a 30% Bruce would come to the apartment in 20 minutes. While that didn’t seem like much, Edward quickly got dressed, made the bed and checked for any hair he might have left, sprayed just a little extra of Bruce’s cologne into his bed, maybe that would hide any scent residue?- and then left. Once he got home, he felt a little miserable. Bruce did not in fact go back to the apartment, which was good, he wouldn’t have gotten caught. But he still felt upset - I could have stayed longer, done more.
Edward knew it was risky, but that only drove him to go farther. The following few weeks, Edward observed Bruce extra carefully, there were no signs of him noticing any differences in the apartment, but he could never be too sure. Bruce was a genius after all, his only equal, maybe his only superior. Yes, Bruce could certainly be his superior. Even if Edward was in fact smarter, he would gladly bow to Bruce as his superior. He imagined if Bruce was his teacher- or no- his Boss, yes. He imagined sitting so obediently naked under an enclosed desk, waiting for Bruce. When he would return to Edward, he would unzip his fly for Edward (oh how thoughtful!) and sit down for Edward to warm his cock in his mouth. Edward imagined maybe he would hump Bruce’s pant leg, like a poor dog, or maybe he would be still, and let the intoxicating feeling of subspace fall over his mind. Once Edward got himself together and stopped touching himself to this scenario, he checked his notes for when would be the best time for him to go back to Bruce’s apartment.
Once he found a sure enough time, he patiently waited and gathered the supplies he would bring on this next trip. He prepared so many things, he bought sex toys, he cut his pubic hair down a bit, he washed his face for once, and he made sure to eat well so he would be clean all over. All these things, and he still hoped to God that Bruce wouldn’t show up and his plan would work out. He got all pretty, just for the imaginary Bruce he would be visiting.
When the day came, he packed a small bag with lube and dildos, he cleaned himself all over, and checked his notes about a thousand times to make sure this was the least likely time Bruce would be at the apartment. When Edward went over, just walking in made him wet. He set the bag by the bed and stripped down. He wore a plug and nothing else. He felt so fucking horny walking though Bruce’s apartment like that. He imagined what Bruce would say if he found him like that (assuming he would be turned on and not beat the crap out of him and take him to Blackgate).
Edward sat himself on the bed overtop the covers with his legs parted and his back against the wall. His bare pussy felt so eager and hot. His clit was huge and his lips all puffy. He took out a specialty sex oil and drizzled it all over himself. The coldness of the open air and the oil made Edward shiver. He put the bottle down and spread the oil all over his crotch, making sure it didn’t fall onto the bed- but then again, he was sitting on a towel from home incase he dripped a bit too much.
Edward began to just rub his hand up and down his pussy. He would squish his lips together and then spread them apart, as if to show off his hole to the apartment itself. He then took a decently sized dildo out from his bag, which he had made sure it looked very realistic, from the pinkish tip to the wrinkles on the balls. Edward fingered himself a little but he knew he could take the dildo quite easily even with no prep. When Edward slid the thing inside himself he imaged Bruce overtop of him, saying, “Goooood boy. Aw that’s it. Feel full yet?”. Edward moaned into the air. He started thrusting the dildo quickly in and out of him, his pussy making the most lewd sounds as he went.
The imaginative Bruce would thrust in and out of Edward vigorously, without mercy. Using Edward like the hole he was. When Edward started to feel close, he pulled the dildo out and moved onto his stomach, with his head buried in Bruce’s pillows. Edward propped his hips up a bit and slid the dildo back inside. He took long inhales of the scent of Bruce’s pillow, Edward knew Bruce had slept here, in this very spot, only a few nights ago. Edward continued to thrust the dildo in and out which made his hips start to thrust as well. He arched his back and propped his ass up pretended Bruce was holding his neck down into the pillow as he pounded him from behind.
This time, when Edward felt he was getting close, he used his other hand to first just rub on his clit, but the needer he got the more rough he became, eventually just smacking it roughly. When Edward came, he imaged Bruce would come inside him at the same time. Edward had no want for children, but the thought of Bruce’s cum taking root inside him, filling him, made Edward moan out maybe a little too loudly. He wondered if the neighbors could hear, but then again, the thought of someone else thinking he was getting dicked down by Bruce only made him more wet.
After Edward came, he collapsed on the bed, the dildo still snug inside him. He wished he could just fall asleep like this, warm and full, but Edward wanted to do more before Bruce might come back.
Edward then propped himself up on his elbows, took the dildo out, paused for a moment, and brought the thing to his face. The dildo was all shiny from the lube and his own wetness. When Edward wrapped his hand around it, it was very warm. He imagined what it would be like to suck Bruce’s cock. He absentmindedly jerked the dildo off as the thought about Bruce’s cock. Would he keep his pubes be long or short? What would his cum taste like? He knew Bruce ate quite well from checking the refrigerator but what about the consistency?
Edward then put the tip of the dildo to his lips and kissed it. If he ever got the chance to suck Bruce’s dick he would surely kiss it, he knew he would be so grateful to suck it.
Edward then opened his mouth and slipped the whole tip inside. The dildo tasted a bit bitter from his own fluids, but he imaged maybe the bitterness was Bruce’s precum. Edward closed his eyes and pictured being with Bruce. He imaged laying there, just as he was, but with the real Bruce, in front of him with his legs spread. Edward started to take the dildo deeper into his mouth and thought about if he wanted this imaginary Bruce to be all sweet with him - scratch his head, try to keep any hair away from his face- or if the imaginary Bruce would be rough and unforgiving - pulling Edward’s blonde hair into a makeshift ponytail and fucking his face till he tears ran down his cheeks. Edward chose the first option and continued at a moderate pace to suck the dildo in and out.
He even did little tongue movements and tried to vary in the thrusting, trying to make the imaginary Bruce enjoy himself as much as possible.
As Edward did this he began to play with his asshole too. He had gotten up to about two and a half fingers when he decided he needed more. Edward then took the dildo out from his mouth, slapped it on his own cheek a little and then brought it around to his behind. He spread more lube on the thing and then slid it inside his ass. He could feel the whole cock inside him much more clearly than in his vagina. He sat down froggy style with his one hand holding the dildo still so he could ride it. Edward was so desperately horny at this point that when he couldn’t move it all the way in and all the way out he got very frustrated.
He wined and moved onto his back and started pounding it into himself. Edward thought of how proud Bruce would be that he could already take a whole cock up the ass. The imaginary Bruce overtop him commended him saying things like ‘You can take it up the ass like a real boy huh?’ And ‘ You dirty little anal slut’.
Edward’s mind was really losing it at this point, he couldn’t even come up with things for imaginary Bruce to say. Edward could only image him moaning overtop him and all the sounds their bodies moving together would make. As Edward was feeling lighter and lighter, he reached into the bag and pulled out another smaller dildo. Without lubing that one up at all, he put it into his vagina and started thrusting both in at the same time. He imaged that the smaller dildo was Bruce’s huge fingers reaching inside him. Edward was thrusting his hips into the air now and he knew this orgasm would be far more intense.
He was moaning out into Bruce’s apartment and as he came he squirted onto the towel he had placed. Complete ecstasy. Edward closed his legs almost to preserve the feeling. His squirt dripped down his hands and the whole feeling made Edward feel so weak and sexy and dirty and alive.
Edward then realized that the towel might not absorb all the fluid so he got up and moved it to the ground, while keeping his legs tightly together as he stood to not let the dildos fall out.
Luckily nothing seemed to be there but that’s when Edward heard the sound of the lock being opened.
He knew the key was a bit tricky but he still only had seconds. Edward quickly just shoved the towel under the bed, grabbed his bag, and went over to hide in the closet. It had very little in it, just a few t-shirts and what looked to be a first aid kit, so Edward was able to slide inside very quickly. He closed the doors and everything went dark, except the thin line of light that came from the door crack.
Edward heard Bruce finally come into the apartment and go into the bedroom. Luckily he just threw his bag down on the bed, so any imperfections in the way it was made could’ve just been blamed on that. Edward silently watched Bruce sit down on the mattress and unlace his shoes.
Edward couldn’t stop staring at his face, specifically his eyes. They always stood out among the black eyeshadow smeared all over. But at this distance, Edward could finally see that his eyes weren’t brown, as he had previously thought, but a very dark blue. They were the most beautiful things Edward had ever seen. So dark, yet, peaceful. Like being way down on the ocean floor.
Edward watched Bruce blink so prettily, he was entirely transfixed on Bruce. Once Bruce had his shoes off, he fished his laptop out of his bag and scooted back on the bed and sat against the wall. Right where Edward had just been… well… you know. This thought made Edward enormously aroused. In the darkness of the closet, as quietly as he could, Edward began to rub himself. He wasn’t even really thinking of a ‘what if he found me’ or anything. He just let his attraction to the man guide him. He circled his wet clit with his hand and grinded a bit on the dildos- which he had slipped back inside.
But that was his big mistake, Edward was too entranced by Bruce that he let out a hot breath.
He knew Bruce knew the second he did it. Bruce seemed to be pretending not to notice. But Edward could tell his manner had changed. Bruce casually got up, looking toward the kitchen.
Once it seemed he was out of sight of whoever was in the closet, he turned on heat vision to his contact. Bruce was right, it wasn’t an animal, but a person in his closet. He could also tell they were naked. Great, so he had a pervert in his closet.
Bruce thought about what to do, while yes, he was Batman so he could easily just knock the person out and take them the jail, but he also assumed that the person might suspect Bruce was Batman. It would be easy for them to just take the mask down from his face and see his true identity. Bruce thought about how to act. Then once he got it, he put the plan into action.
Edward knew that Bruce knew he was there, he knew that Bruce could pulverize him in seconds, and most of all he knew he should probably get dressed. But instead of face the facts, Edward just stared off at Bruce’s bed and continued to lazily touch himself as he stared. Edward tried to think of what to do, but he was so fucked out- he felt like his brain was all fried.
“COME OUT NOW. I AM ARMED.” Edward froze. “NOW.”
Edward slowly got up, and when he realized he was going to go to jail, his face became red and his eyes started to tear up. He opened the door with his hands up. Bruce stood there with his whole body tensed, with the gun raised right to Edward’s face. Edward couldn’t breathe, and while he was a bit suicidal, he didn’t want to go out like this, such and undignified way of dying, such a painful way of dying. But then again, Batman didn’t kill people, Edward knew that. Batman also never used guns? So why was he threatening him with one now?
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?” Bruce yelled at him.
“I- I don’t know.” Tears started to run down his cheeks.
“ILL ASK AGAIN, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?” Bruce shouted even louder.
Edward paused for a long moment and stared at Bruce. “I love you.”
Okay what the fuck?
Bruce had a visibly confused reaction. “I uhm.. I watch you, Bruce, I love you. I love your work, I love Batman, I love you. I wanted to be with you.”
Bruce’s face went from confused to more angry now. So this guy knows then. He knows Im Batman.
“Have, have you told anyone?”
“That I love you? No.”
“That Im Batman”
“Oh, no. Nobody at all.”
Bruce, for once in his life, had no idea what to do. If he put this person in prison, he’d tell everyone that I’m Batman, but maybe they wouldn’t believe him? There was Arkham, but a tiny pervert like this would never survive there.
“What did you come here to do?” Bruce knew it was pretty obvious, but you never know with the crazies.
“I just wanted to be with you, Bruce. I wanted to - to breathe the air you breathe. To worship the ground you walk on. “
“To jack off in my apartment?”
“Maybe..”
Bruce looked Edward up and down, seeing his pinkish, glossy crotch and his tearful eyes. So he knew that he was Batman? Shit. Edward lowered his hands and took at small step forward. Bruce straighten his arms out, punctuating the gun he was aiming. Edward seemed to miss it completely as he took another few steps toward Bruce.
“You know I can’t hurt you” Edward said.
Bruce stared at him with his brows furrowed together. He lowered the gun a bit, it was true, of course he wasn’t going to shoot a completely unarmed person.
Edward looked up at Bruce’s face. God he was beautiful. Edward’s awe of Bruce was painted with passionate brush-strokes across his face. His pupils were enlarged, his cheeks flushed, his mouth even hung open a little. Bruce knew he was no physical threat in the slightest, yet he still felt tense.
“I can keep quiet about your identity if you keep quiet about this.”
Bruce slowly nodded in agreement. Edward’s heart was racing but he still just had to ask, “I can keep even more quiet about this apartment if you grant me one request..”
Oh Jesus. Bruce tilted his head, “What…”
“Could I..have a pair of your used boxers?”
Oh, Bruce thought he was going to ask.. something else.. but he was somewhat ‘okay’ with this request. Bruce never kept any old clothes at the apartment, Edward always checked. “Okay.”
“Really?”
“Just so long as you don’t tell a soul about who I am or anything regarding my life.”
“Yes, yes of course. I won’t tell anyone!”
Bruce nodded again and put the gun in his belt. “Get dressed and get out.”
Edward nodded and turned around to get his bag from the closet. He kneeled down and packed up the dildos on the floor and then took out his pair of jeans and shirt. Edward quickly slipped into the clothes and picked up his bag to meet Bruce in the kitchen.
Before Edward went out the door he stopped and stared at Bruce from across the kitchen. Bruce stared back and looked confused. “The um, boxers… please”
“Oh, right..” Bruce stepped into the bathroom and took his boxers off. They weren’t too sweat soaked, which he couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Bruce pulled his jeans back up and went back into the kitchen to Edward. He carefully handed Edward the boxers. Edward graciously took the boxers and put them in his bag carefully.
“Thank you. This - this really means a lot to me. “ Edward made a weird smile that sent chills down Bruce’s spine.
“Yeah, now get out.”
“Of course.”
Edward ducked his head down and left. Once he was out the door, Bruce watched him with the thermo-vision contact and made sure he actually left the building. He made a note to himself to find out what the hell that guy’s deal was.
Edward, once home, collapsed onto his bed. He was absolutely stunned, but still, he just had a full conversation with Bruce! He didn’t look that disgusted by him or anything! And he got his boxers which, once he remembered, Edward sprung up and carefully put them in a plastic bag to preserve them.
What a great success! Him and Bruce have a secret now, one for them and them only. Something personal between them. Edward swooned back onto his bed, his whole face felt so flushed, he felt so intoxicated, so wonderful, he could just die!