6/4     Beads of sweat poured down Bruce's brow. He was a trained
        fighter, skilled in various forms of meditation and concentration
        of chi energy from the best martial arts teachers in the
        world. He learned from the best Yogis from India to control
        his energies, which enabled him to be the best fighter as
        well as the best lover possible. There wasn.t a woman in the
        world he hadn't fucked where he had lost control. Yet with
        Barbara he had no control whatsoever.. all of his teachings
        were gone! The primal sounds of her pleasure.. the heat of
        their contact, the sounds of his balls slapping against the
        outside of her pussy.. He was no longer Batman, the cold and
        unemotional knight of justice. He was no longer Bruce Wayne,
        the suave millionaire playboy. Right then, right there, he was
        just a man. A man with needs and desires. And Barbara.. she
        was just a woman.. with her own needs and desires. It was like
        a fuse was lit inside of him, and it was going to..

        "ERRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!"