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“Hungry!”
Batman turned his head and glared. “I heard you the first time.”
“Yeah,” Xander acknowledged, “but you didn’t listen. There’s a big
difference, buddy.”
Batman’s large chest heaved dramatically. “Just watch the road.”
Xander’s fingers fidgeted on the steering wheel. “I am watching the
road. You watch the road.”
“No, you watch the road. I’m watching you,” Batman said, regretting ever
agreeing to teach Xander to drive the Batmobile. He was so easily led.
That was simply the last time he was agreeing to anything during, or
just after, oral sex. Still, it could have been worse. He’d only got out
of giving Xander the keys to the Batplane after a particularly hard and
fast fuck because he later claimed to have had his fingers crossed all
the way through.
“Fine,” Xander snapped, “but if we crash and die in a ball of Batmobile-shaped
flameage, I’m pointing the finger – charred though it might be –
straight at you.”
Batman silently considered his various options.
“Oooh! I could really get down with some waffles right now,” Xander
announced with a swerve of the Batmobile and a finger pointed at the
windshield and the Waffle House beyond.
Admitting defeat was not in Batman’s vocabulary. Survival, however, was.
“For god’s sake, pull over. And get me some.”
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