He tastes like metal. He uses an ointment or something to keep his exposed flesh safe. I’ve grown to like it. A lot, I don’t think he knows who I am. Although he is the master detective. So, maybe. But I sure as hell don’t know who Batman is. And I don’t need to know. This isn’t the first time. Usually it’s because I want him. Tonight I think it’s because I need him. Every time he protests. Then gives in. And he seems angry but that doesn’t slow either of us down. Still it doesn’t take long and most of the costumes stay on.