Miscomfort - Batman/Superman by SasuNaruChibi, literature
Literature
Miscomfort - Batman/Superman
It was just one of those days that Superman loathed. Sitting alone in his motel room caressing a bottle of a light drill in his hands—half empty—while frozen to the edge of his bed. Every now and then he would take swigs of the unworthy taste that made his senses grow warm and immobilize his train of thought. Only for a moment though which caused him to take another swig of the delicate substance he stole from the JL's cafeteria.
Irresistible dark blue eyes, hair that you just want to run your hand against, a firm build—he wasn't called Man of Steel for nothing—and not to mention his secret identity which only a few w