#what other recourse is there? with a police force that's literally in the pocket of the mob

[phantomchick]

Looking back on Batman (2022)

Enough time has passed now that my initial adrenaline rush )and then later afterglow) over Batman 2022 has resolved itself at least enough that I can look back on the film a bit more critically.

I enjoyed this movie, I enjoyed this Batman, but and this is a big but, this movie did not like Batman.

The thing about Batman is that he's a grim dark fantasy where a hero who's in pain can use that pain as a motivation to help people, to change things, to strive for a better Gotham because he just can't fucking accept the Gotham that allowed his parents to get killed while coming home from the movies, that kills so many other parents and children and sucks the people that remain into a mire of corruption and austerity. This is not that Batman, this is a Batman that's utterly oblivious to the problems with wealth inequality until the movie rubs in his face and even then has his inaction in his role of Bruce Wayne while letting his Batman role monopolise his every waking thought presented as his main problem. This is not a Batman that announces to a dinner party, “Ladies. Gentlemen. You have eaten well. You've eaten Gotham's wealth. Its spirit. Your feast is nearly over. From this moment on...none of you are safe.”. That attacks violent crime on two fronts by giving legitimate jobs to ex cons by day and solving kidnapping or murder cases by night.

And most crucially this isn't a Batman that ... succeeds. By that I mean yes he solves the grand mystery, yes he saves people in the flood, but the classic Batman would have saved that man he interrupts the bomb disposal squad to answer Riddler's phone call for. The classic Batman would have saved Falcone, evil doer that he is, not because he deserved to live but because Batman is a hyper competent hero who's comic gimmick was that he was quick witted enough to stay ahead of the crooks and always save the person in front of him as a result, perhaps it's only natural for that to be subverted with the Riddler as his enemy (a character invented with the intent of putting the detective hero to the test when it came to his cerebral limits) but because this is a stand alone film, which as the name says has this Batman stand alone with the contents as the only basis to judge him with it has the effect of making his presence as a hero less warranted. After all, does Batman's presence in this film really save anyone besides the flood victims and Selina?

Yes the only victims who really get killed are all bad people but... that's not the point of Batman, the point is that he saves everyone he can.

The film also does the whole 'batman creates his own villains and actively makes the city worse because he espouses vengeance and violence' thing which egh, slightly more palatable with the transition from vengeance to hope, but I really don't fucking like it all the same. And besides that I dislike the idea that vengeance can't be hopeful, that a man who lost everything in one terrifying night, who got no justice, whose loved ones and personal loss and whose innocence remain unavenged saying to himself "I am justice, I am vengeance, I am the night!" as a way of reclaiming everything that's happened to him and everything he wants to be for the people of Gotham whose cries go unanswered by corrupt law enforcement and an even more corrupt bureaucracy, is presented as invalid, as somehow immature. When Batman was always crafted as a mature hero in the mold of the Scarlet Pimpernel and Zorro and James Bond, of Sherlock Holmes! That was part of his central appeal! He's the cool mature down to earth, detective hero.

Here he is reduced to a naive rich boy who's so ignorant his main approach to crime is to inefficiently beat the shit out of whatever hoodlums he encounters and who literally doesn't have the idea of using his money to fix the poverty or corruption fuelling the crime until Riddler highlights what his parents wanted to do for the city by denigrating it + the politician lady who repeatedly points it out. It's a movie that loves Batman but also passionately declares the stupidity of Batman. Perhaps that's also inevitable because solving crime by beating it up while dressed as a Bat is well, silly, when you approach it with real world cynicism instead of the wish fulfillment, the fantasy of being rich and powerful and smart enough to actually do something about an entire city that's drowning in crime, that has been drowning, suffocating, for decades, and have a hope of succeeding. There is no fun of acting like an airhead so the other rich people and crooks will underestimate and look down on you like they look down on everyone in the city as you use your access to learn things people outside that circle of rich opportunists can't and then use it to reveal their crimes as a vigilante whose identity no one suspects. Instead we have a traumatised Bruce Wayne openly beg Don Falcone for information who indulges him because he owes his father that favour and Bruce Wayne isn't a threat, is it interesting pathos? Definitely! Is it dramatic and fun! Also yes! Is it traditional Batman/Bruce Wayne secret identity shenanigans? Well kind of in that it gets him the extra information but genuinely not so much because it's not really an act. Does it have to be traditional Batman? I really don't know. We can't ever create something refreshing like this movie was if we don't try to deviate from the norm and in that regard I think it deserves respect. And yet. There's a but.

This movie doesn't let Batman succeed at anything but the bare minimum as a vigilante but it does let him try his best, always and it lets him care, deeply. Which is enough that it pulls through as a good batman film. However for all the budget and clever characterisation I don't think it's a great Batman film. After all Batman is a superhero fantasy and in those, the good guys are allowed to save the day.

[creepingsharia]

Wyoming: Bill to ban female genital mutilation (FGM) passes despite pushback by radical trans activists

We repeat: this is an immigration problem. If we didn’t import people from third world countries who mutilate women, we wouldn’t need laws to protect against them.

A Wyoming bill to ban Female Genital Mutilation (FGM) was nearly defeated by fierce opposition from trans activists, on the grounds that it would outlaw genital surgery on minors for the purposes of so-called "gender reassignment."

House Bill 127 – Prohibition of female genital mutilation was brought by conservative Representative Dan Laursen. It criminalizes the cultural practice of FGM, which affects some refugees and immigrants from Africa and the Middle East imported to the United States, as aggravated assault and battery.

The bill defines FGM as the partial or complete removal of the clitoris, sewing the vaginal opening to be permanently closed, and other harmful procedures. According to the World Health Organization, over 200 million women globally have been made to suffer from this human rights violation.

In addition to the criminal provisions, the bill allows victims to bring civil claims against their mutilators for years after the commission of the crime. It also instigates a state-wide education campaign. This protects an estimated 400-600 girls in Wyoming by law, and who now have a remedy for this barbarism.

It's so frustrating that we are literally put a side for others.

— hibo wardere (@HiboWardere) June 9, 2020

Hibo Wardere, anti-FGM campaigner and survivor, had a message for the trans activists who would have stopped the bill, leaving girls in Wyoming at risk of this deeply traumatic form of violence. She said trans activists who conflate FGM with so-called gender reassignment surgery were "disrespecting our trauma, taking over our trauma, which you shouldn't be."

"FGM is about a child being held down, against their will, and their genitals are mutilated... Stop diluting these two issues."

Initially, the bill to criminalize this atrocity against girls soared through the Wyoming house. The cause of protecting girls and women from FGM has widespread bipartisan backing among lawmakers. Ethically, it is a no-brainer, an easy issue for everyone to unite against. More than 30 states have already outlawed FGM.

This didn't deter the trans activists, however, who are hardly known for their compassion or strong moral compass. With the tunnel-vision and moral selfishness so characteristic of their movement, they are happy to support and sustain the most extreme form of discrimination against girls—with extreme lifelong physical and mental health consequences–in order to retain plastic surgeons' entitlement to profit from removing children's healthy reproductive organs, and homophobic parents' option to have a potentially lesbian girl's body altered to make her look more like a straight boy.

With so many vested interests, and with the gender lobby having such deep pockets thanks to billionaires with inherited wealth, legislating with regard to transgender medical "care" is a highly contested issue. The exemption clause in the bill dealing with "gender reassignment surgery" drove a wedge between various political groups that otherwise agree on wanting to end the violation of women's rights that is FGM.

The contested exemption clause specified that a medical procedure would not be caught by the criminal law “if the person on whom it is performed is over eighteen (18) years of age and requests and consents to the procedure.” Adult male transexuals could continue to have their bodies surgically altered if they wish. What the trans activists objected to was the fact that such surgeries would be considered FGM if performed upon a girl—a human female—under the age of 18.

Although Hibo Wardere rightly objects to the conflation of African and Middle Eastern FGM with American and European gender reassignment surgery for adults of both sexes, there are undoubtedly parallels between the two cultural practices which might make separate legislation challenging to parse in practice, when the physical outcomes can be indistinguishable.

There are, of course, differences. One is a brutal assault, the other a highly managed process involving medical technology. One is performed in a non-sterile room with crude instruments of torture and no anesthetic, the other in an operating theatre under anesthetic. In one, the assault is sprung upon the unknowing girl, and is only possible if the violators restrain the child by force. In the other, well-meaning adults manufacture consent to the procedure by way of a medical pathway.  In one, the woman ends up with severe lifelong health problems requiring medical intervention, greatly aggravated if a man makes her pregnant. In the other, the woman will be unable to have a baby because her sexual organs have been re-sculpted, or removed entirely.

One is criminalized in many countries, e.g. in the UK, where it was outlawed in 1985 but only successfully prosecuted for the first time in 2019. The other is criminalized in some countries, e.g. Thailand, which was a GRS tourist destination for sixteen year olds like the male child of the founder of pediatric transitioning lobby group Mermaids, before that country imposed a ban. The mother engaged in acts which would be criminal, had she been an African or Middle Eastern woman taking her child abroad for FGM.

In one, there is no pretense of consent. The atrocity is inflicted on a completely unwilling, terrified girl who is tortured and made to suffer appallingly. In the other, the adults who supposedly care for her collude in the manufacturing of informed consent to lifelong sterilization, bone loss, heart problems and cognitive deficits. The atrocity is inflicted on her in a medical setting, while she believes they are acting in her long-term best interests.

Yes, the two phenomena are different by degrees, and should not be conflated. But, from a legal perspective, how do you ban one without doing a grave disservice to the girls who are left with no recourse when they realize what has been done to them?

One of the bill's sponsors, Senator Affie Ellis (R-Cheyenne), said she would withdraw her name if trans 'rights' were up for debate as part of the process. “For that very narrow reason [of ending FGM] I signed on to this bill,” she said. Ellis did finally vote in favour of the bill.

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Note: an earlier version of this article said that the bill had not passed, but it has passed the Wyoming legislature and will be enacted July 1, 2020.

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PS: Wyoming you say, but there are no Muslims in Wyoming.

Wrong, they are invading Wyoming just as they are every other state in America. Here are just a few of our Wyoming posts in recent years before the sharia police went into action.

[berezina]

"The Italian in New York"

Certainly a picturesque, if not very tidy, element has been added to the population in the 'assisted' Italian immigrant who claims so large a share of public attention, partly because he keeps coming at such a tremendous rate, but chiefly because he elects to stay in New York, or near enough for it to serve as his base of operations, and here promptly reproduces conditions of destitution and disorder which, set in the frame-work of Mediterranean exuberance, are the delight of the artist, but in a matter-of-fact American community become its danger and reproach. The reproduction is made easier in New York because he finds the material ready to hand in the worst of the slum tenements; but even where it is not he soon reduces what he does find to his own level, if allowed to follow his natural bent. (The process can be observed in the Italian tenements in Harlem (Little Italy), which, since their occupation by these people, have been gradually sinking to the slum level.) The Italian comes in at the bottom, and in the generation that came over the sea he stays there. In the slums he is welcomed as a tenant who 'makes less trouble' than the contentious Irishman or the order-loving German, that is to say: is content to live in a pig-sty and submits to robbery at the hands of the rent-collector without murmur. Yet this very tractability makes of him in good hands, when firmly and intelligently managed, a really desirable tenant. But it is not his good fortune often to fall in with other hospitality upon his coming than that which brought him here for its own profit, and has no idea of letting go its grip upon him as long as there is a cent to be made out of him.

Recent Congressional inquiries have shown the nature of the 'assistance' he receives from greedy steamship agents and 'bankers', who persuade him by false promises to mortgage his home, his few belongings, and his wages for months to come for a ticket to the land where plenty of work is to be had at princely wages. The padrone—the 'banker', is nothing else—having made his ten per cent. out of him en route, receives him at the landing and turns him to double account as a wage-earner and a rent-payer. In each of these rôles he is made to yield a profit to his unscrupulous countryman, whom he trusts implicitly with the instinct of utter helplessness. The man is so ignorant that, as one of the sharpers who prey upon him put it once, it 'would be downright sinful not to take him in'. His ignorance and unconquerable suspicion of strangers dig the pit into which he falls. He not only knows no word of English, but he does not know enough to learn. Rarely only can he write his own language. Unlike the German, who begins learning English the day he lands as a matter of duty, or the Polish Jew, who takes it up as soon as he is able as an investment, the Italian learns slowly, if at all. Even his boy, born here, often speaks his native tongue indifferently. He is forced, therefore, to have constant recourse to the middle-man, who makes him pay handsomely at every turn. He hires him out to the railroad contractor, receiving a commission from the employer as well as from the laborer, and repeats the performance monthly, or as often as he can have him dismissed. In the city he contracts for his lodging, subletting to him space in the vilest tenements at extortionate rents, and sets an example that does not lack imitators. The 'princely wages' have vanished with his coming, and in their place hardships and a dollar a day, beheft with the padrone's merciless mortgage, confront him. Bred to even worse fare, he takes both as a matter of course, and, applying the maxim that it is not what one makes but what he saves that makes him rich, manages to turn the very dirt of the streets into a hoard of gold, with which he either returns to his Southern home, or brings over his family to join in his work and in his fortunes the next season.

The discovery was made by earlier explorers that there is money in New York's ash-barrel, but it was left to the genius of the padrone to develop the full resources of the mine that has become the exclusive preserve of the Italian immigrant. Only a few years ago, when rag-picking was carried on in a desultory and irresponsible sort of way, the city hired gangs of men to trim the ash-scows before they were sent out to sea. The trimming consisted in levelling out the dirt as it was dumped from the carts, so that the scow might be evenly loaded. The men were paid a dollar and a half a day, kept what they found that was worth having, and allowed the swarms of Italians who hung about the dumps to do the heavy work for them, letting them have their pick of the loads for their trouble. To-day Italians contract for the work, paying large sums to be permitted to do it. The city received not less than $80,000 last year for the sale of this privilege to the contractors, who in addition have to pay gangs of their countrymen for sorting out the bones, rags, tin cans and other waste that are found in the ashes and form the staples of their trade and their sources of revenue. The effect has been vastly to increase the power of the padrone, or his ally, the contractor, by giving him exclusive control of the one industry in which the Italian was formerly an independent 'dealer', and reducing him literally to the plane of the dump. Whenever the back of the sanitary police is turned, he will make his home in the filthy burrows where he works by day, sleeping and eating his meals under the dump, on the edge of slimy depths and amid surroundings full of unutterable horror. The city did not bargain to house, though it is content to board, him so long as he can make the ash-barrels yield the food to keep him alive, and a vigorous campaign is carried on at intervals against these unlicensed dump settlements; but the temptation of having to pay no rent is too strong, and they are driven from one dump only to find lodgement under another a few blocks farther up or down the river. The fiercest warfare is waged over the patronage of the dumps by rival factions represented by opposing contractors, and it has happened that the defeated party has endeavored to capture by strategy what he failed to carry by assault. It augurs unsuspected adaptability in the Italian to our system of self-government that these rivalries have more than once been suspected of being behind the sharpening of city ordinances, that were apparently made in good faith to prevent meddling with the refuse in the ash-barrels or in transit.

Did the Italian always adapt himself as readily to the operation of the civil law as to the manipulation of political 'pull' on occasion, he would save himself a good deal of unnecessary trouble. Ordinarily he is easily enough governed by authority—always excepting Sunday, when he settles down to a game of cards and lets loose all his bad passions. Like the Chinese, the Italian is a born gambler. His soul is in the game from the moment the cards are on the table, and very frequently his knife is in it too before the game is ended. No Sunday has passed in New York since 'the Bend' became a suburb of Naples without one or more of these murderous affrays coming to the notice of the police. As a rule that happens only when the man the game went against is either dead or so badly wounded as to require instant surgical help. As to the other, unless he be caught red-handed, the chances that the police will ever get him are slim indeed. The wounded man can seldom be persuaded to betray him. He wards off all inquiries with a wicked 'I fix him myself', and there the matter rests until he either dies or recovers. If the latter, the community hears after a while of another Italian affray, a man stabbed in a quarrel, dead or dying, and the police know that 'he' has been fixed, and the account squared.

With all his conspicuous faults, the swarthy Italian immigrant has his redeeming traits. He is as honest as he is hot-headed. There are no Italian burglars in the Rogues' Gallery; the ex-brigand toils peacefully with pickaxe and shovel on American ground. His boy occasionally shows, as a pick-pocket, the results of his training with the toughs of the Sixth Ward slums. The only criminal business to which the father occasionally lends his hand, outside of murder, is a bunco game, of which his confiding countrymen, returning with their hoard to their native land, are the victims. The women are faithful wives and devoted mothers. Their vivid and picturesque costumes lend a tinge of color to the otherwise dull monotony of the slums they inhabit. The Italian is gay, light-hearted and, if his fur is not stroked the wrong way, inoffensive as a child. His worst offence is that he keeps the stale-beer dives. Where his headquarters is, in the Mulberry Street Bend, these vile dens flourish and gather about them all the wrecks, the utterly wretched, the hopelessly lost, on the lowest slope of depraved humanity. And out of their misery he makes a profit.

~Jacob Riis [read]

[yoosmekihyun]

Good Boys Get Rewarded

Summary: The car accident seemed like a bad stroke of luck until you have to make arrangements with the other driver...

Pairing: I.M x Reader, appearances from Jooheon, Kihyun, and Hyungwon

Genre: Slight Angst, Smut

Word Count: 11,814

Warning: rough sex, femdom, sexual themes, edging, language, slight exhibitionism and voyeurism, oral sex

A/N: Rough play should always involve safewords for the comfort and safety of all parties involved.

Y/F/N = your friend’s name

"Please, please, please..." you whispered turning the key praying to any god who would listen in hopes your car would start this morning. Tomorrow your baby sister was graduating college and you still needed to find the right gift for her.

As your Honda Civic whined to life after a couple attempts to get the engine to turn over, you breathed a sigh of relief. Buckling your seat belt, you put the car in gear and slowly pulled out of your apartment complex parking lot. There were a few places you wanted to check in hopes they would have SOMETHING that your sister would love.

Heading towards the major shopping district of your city, you slowed to a stop at a red light. With your blinker on to turn right, you were waiting for the light turned green since this intersection was notorious for accidents. The city had finally posted a "No Right On Red" sign in an attempt to curb this issue.

Drumming your fingers on your steering wheel, you were thinking about the day ahead and everything you needed to complete to be available to your sister and family the following day. Deep in thought, the light still red, you were suddenly slammed against your steering wheel and pushed forward a few feet. Since your car was so old, it did not have air bags so the hit to the steering wheel knocked the wind out of you and made your eyes start to tear from the pain.

After a minute or so, you were able to get your bearings and realize that you were okay and nothing appeared to be broken. You were going to be sore the next few days but avoiding multiple trips to the doctor would save your bank account a hit you couldn't afford. Gingerly opening the car door, you unbuckled your seatbelt and stepped out of the car. The sight of your trunk crumpled in and your bumper barely hanging on nearly had you bursting into actual tears of anguish and anxiety.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK, what am I going to do?" you said to yourself softly walking around the back of the car to see the extent of the damage.

You noticed the other driver finally exited his car, a newer looking SUV, with his phone in his hand. He seemed completely preoccupied with whatever he was looking at; he still had not looked at or spoken to you. This behavior on top of your totaled car (you didn't need a mechanic to tell you it would cost more than it was worth to fix it) lit a rage-fire in your chest.

"Um, EXCUSE ME douchebag, you fucking rear-ended me and you can't even be bothered to look up from your phone to see if I'm okay? What the fuck?!"

At your name calling and swearing, the offending driving looked up and scowled at you. "I'm texting my boss to let him know I'm going to be late since SOMEONE didn't turn when they had the right of way!"

"Do you even know how to read, asshole?! Do you not see that 'No Right On Red' sign? The light was red, fucker!"

At this information his face fell, "Oh..."

"Oh? All you have to say about totaling my car is 'oh'?!"

"Well, I'm not fighting you on it anymore, what the hell do you want from me?!"

Raking your hands through your hair, you pulled and made a noise of frustration as you looked at him with disdain. "First of all, I would like to see your insurance card and your license so I can take down your information. Second, I would like us to call the police so we can file a police report. Finally, I would like a FUCKING APOLOGY."

At the mention of insurance and the police report, the other driver's face quickly turned white and and his eyes widened. "Can we please leave the police and my insurance out of this? I'll pay to have your car fixed out of my own pocket. I'm so, so sorry I hit you. Please, let's just handle this matter privately. Please?"

His quick change in demeanor and his apparent fear of reporting the incident had you immediately suspicious. Without answering his question you asked "Why don't you want to report this? Why the hell would you want to pay yourself when you don't even know how much it will cost to repair? Do you have a warrant out or something? Do you even have insurance?"

Rubbing his eyes and sighing, he explained, "I have insurance but it's astronomical. I'm one point away from losing my license and another accident on my insurance record and no one will cover me. I have to drive so I can work and be available to help my family since this city has horrible public transit. I don't know what I'll do if my license is taken or if I lose my insurance. Please, I would really appreciate it if we could come to an understanding."

His pleading and explanation deflated your anger. You weren't happy with the fact that his driving record was so poor and he was still on the road. However, you understood what it was like to have people need you and to be stuck without a car. The days your car refused to sputter to life, you had to promise favors and beg someone to take you to work. If you couldn't find someone, you had to take personal leave and your boss did not like that.

"Look, I get where you're coming from. But this car can't be totaled. I need it fixed because I can't afford a new one right now. If I agree to do this, you need to understand that you can't just pay me the value of it and be done with me. It's probably going to take a few days to fix, minimum. What do you suggest I do while it's getting fixed? Because normally I would get a rental at the expense of your insurance."

Furrowing his brow, the other driver thought for a moment. "Well, where do you live and work? Maybe I can just come and pick you up and take you home each day? What are your normal hours?"

Surprised at his suggestion you thought about it for a moment. It would be an easy solution for you, but only if he kept his end of the bargain. He clearly was a poor driver. Were you okay being in a car with someone who seemed to have a proclivity for accidents?

"Let me think about this for a minute. Let me at least see your license so I can have that information. I also need your number if I decide to accept your suggestion."

Without any argument he pulled out his wallet and his license for you. You took a picture of his license to save for your records and handed it back to him. Pulling up the contacts app, you typed out his name and handed him your phone so he could input his number. He did so without a word, still looking incredibly worried.

"Before I tell you what I've decided, Im Changkyun, I have to ask. What were you doing that had you so distracted that you didn't see that I was fully stopped at the light?"

His ears quickly turned bright red and he looked down at his shoes. Changkyun took a deep breath and quickly said, "My friend is working on a mixtape and he gave me the latest update. I had it on in the car and was in the middle of a voice note about one of the songs when I hit you."

Folding your arms you could feel yourself getting angry again. "Seriously? Dicking with your phone was more important than watching the road? Don't you know this is always a heavy traffic area? You can't do shit like that!"

"Look, please stop lecturing me. I'm going to have to literally and figuratively pay for this mistake. Are you going to call the police and my insurance? Or are we going to take care of this between us?"

The sad eyes he was giving you hit you in your core in a way you weren’t expecting. He was just the type you usually pursued when you felt inclined to have a new toy. You gave him a hard look and considered your options. You could do everything the official route and potentially never see Im Changkyun again. There was a chance they would force you to total your car and then you would be royally fucked. On the other hand, if you took care of this "off the books" then you would get to see Changkyun often until your car was fixed. His behavior and bad judgement was making you itch to punish him even though you just met. Ultimately, the most important part of this decision was the resolution of your car. He was promising to have it fixed rather than totaled out and promising to take you back and forth to work until the job was done. You chose the best course of action.

"Okay, Changkyun, here are my terms. I will allow you to take care of paying for the damages without involving any authorities. You will take me to work and bring me home every day until the car is fixed. Depending on how long the mechanic says it will be, you will also take me to run any necessary errands. The grocery store and things like that. However, I don't know you. So we're going to draft up a quick and informal contract stating the agreement. You need to call a friend and I will do the same so they can act as witnesses as we sign it. This way I have legal recourse in the event you don't pay to fix my car or take me to work."

"Wait a second, why do we need a contract? Why can't we just deal with it moving forward from right now? Isn't my word as a verbal contract good enough?"

"Not for me it isn't. The fact that you are in this situation to begin with puts me at an automatic disadvantage. If you decide to stop paying or stop taking me to work, I'm fucked. This way, I have a way to keep you accountable. I don't know you so I don't trust you. Considering we've just met and the circumstances can you really blame me for protecting myself when we're essentially talking about my livelihood at risk?"

Grumbling and frowning Changkyun replied, "I guess not."

"Good. I'm glad we're in agreement. Now call your friend." Your authoritative tone implied you would not ask twice and you expected him to obey immediately.

"We're doing this now?"

Looking stern and annoyed you replied, "Of course we're doing it now, baby boy. You also need to call a tow truck and get my car towed to my mechanic. We're not leaving my wrecked car here on a busy street."

Changkyun's scowl turned to confusion as he thought he heard you refer to him as "baby boy." He assumed he misheard and started making his necessary calls.

You turned your back to Changkyun and a wicked grin spread on your face as you called a friend and hoped she would be available. Y/F/N answered on the second ring and you quickly told her what happened.

“Y/N! Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital? I think you should at least get checked out since you don’t have airbags in that death trap!”

Smiling you replied in a soothing voice to calm her concern. “I’m okay, I promise. I just really need you to meet up with me. I need to take care of a couple things here and I need a witness. Are you available right now?”

“Of course! I’m actually close by. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

Once you hung up, you turned back to Changkyun who was also hanging up his cell. Before you began to ask he started to give you the information you needed. “My friend Jooheon is on his way right now. He’s about ten minutes out. The tow truck is going to be a bit longer but we can work on the contract while we wait for that, right?”

“How much longer?”

“About 30 minutes.”

“That’s fine. We need to sort out when you’ll be picking me up and taking me home. We can do that while we wait for our witnesses.”

Nodding in agreement, Changkyun walked to the back of his SUV and opened the hatch. He rummaged around and quickly found a notebook and pen. He handed it to you without a word and you both began to work out the details of your schedules and then sketching out the contract.

You were nearly done writing out the agreement when your friend showed up. She hugged you quickly and gave Changkyun a dirty look.

"Y/N, I'm so glad you're okay!"

Turning back to Changkyun she added, "You're really lucky Y/N is willing to do this. Not many people would. Don't you dare screw her over on this."

At this moment, Changkyun's friend walked up behind him and asked, "Is everything all right?"

Looking relieved, he gave his friend a pat on the back and turned to you and said, "This is my friend Jooheon. He's going to be my witness for this."

Jooheon smiled at you and your friend. Y/F/N scowled at him and you gave him a slow once over. He was...interesting. His dimples and eye smile made him look sweet and innocent. However, his hair was coiffed back from his forehead and his tight, black, ripped skinny jeans hid very little of his thick muscular thighs. Thinking you could potentially test both Jooheon and Changkyun for a later playdate you replied.

"Jooheon? Are you the one with the mixtape?"

Blushing but looking pleased he replied, "Yeah, that's me! Did Changkyun play some of it for you while you were waiting?"

"No. So, Mixtape, it sounds like you might have been part of why the accident happened in the first place. Next time, please make sure your friends don't try to multitask while giving you feedback. Now, we need to get this done. I'm satisfied with what we have here. Are you good to sign this Changkyun?"

Both Jooheon and Changkyun were shocked by your tone and implication. Your friend, on the other hand, had seen you work like this before. She raised her eyebrows at both of them and did her best to keep her smirk to herself. They don't even know what they've gotten themselves into, Y/F/N thought.

True to his word and contract, Changkyun picked you up and took you home every day while your car was getting worked on. Your mechanic texted you daily updates about the progress so you could keep Changkyun informed about the time and cost of your arrangement. You continued to observe him each day to get a better sense of what kind of man he was and what he may be interested in.

One day he picked you up with a backseat full of groceries and party balloons. When you asked about it he replied, "It's my grandmother's 75th birthday tomorrow and my mother asked that I pick up some things for the surprise party for her."

A few days later, you got into his car and noticed gum in his hair, juice stains on his shirt, and childrens toys in the backseat.

"Do you have kids or something?"

"No, I was babysitting my niece and nephew for my sister so she could take care of several errands today. It was fun spending time with them."

"You know you have gum in your hair, right?"

"Yeah, it's not the first time." You laughed at his resigned tone.

"So you've figured out the best way to get it out?"

"Honestly, I need a haircut anyways. I'm just going to go to my barber and get it cut out."

Just as you were beginning to soften towards him and think maybe he was too sweet and caring to be one of your toys, you overheard one of his phone calls.

Walking out of your office building after a long day of meetings and month end reports, you saw Changkyun parked on the street in front of the building. He was leaning on his car, on his phone, and hadn't spotted you yet.

"Aw, baby girl, don't be that way! I can still come by after. I know you miss me."

You paused just within earshot and began eavesdropping. Changkyun was angled in such a way that he wouldn't be able to see you approach.

"You can call me all the names you want, sweet thing, but that doesn't change the fact that you love it when my face is between your legs. So am I coming over later or not?"

Changkyun straightened up and you could see the grin from where you were standing. "Okay, dollface, I'll be over around 11."

He hung up the phone, grin still huge on his face, and turned to see you staring at him with your arms crossed and eyebrows raised.

"What?"

"Nothing, sweet thing, are you ready to go? Or do you have more calls to make? You know there's no way I'm letting you use your phone while you're driving me."

At this, Changkyun smirked, "Jealous, sweetheart?"

With a roll of your eyes you replied, "You couldn't handle me, baby boy."

Changkyun's smirk dropped and his eyes grew wide at your response as he watched you walk to the car, open the door, and get in. You looked at him pointedly, looked at your watch, and looked back at him. He shook himself and got into the driver's side. He glanced over at you while he inserted his key into the ignition and started the car.

You could tell he was used to women falling for his pet names and smiles and may have never had someone brush him off in such a way. He seemed slightly rattled. As he put the car into gear and merged into traffic you turned to him and said, "Mario called me a little bit ago and said that my car was done and it's ready to be picked up. Are you going to be okay paying for it today?"

"Yeah, you've kept me updated on the cost, I know what to expect. Thanks for that by the way."

"Of course. So can we go get it instead of taking me home? That way you don't have to chauffeur me around anymore."

You watched Changkyun's face as he frowned slightly and responded, "Yeah we can go head and get it if that's what you want."

"Thank you," you replied and turned to look out the window.

"Does this mean I won't get to see you anymore?"

You turned back to him with a small smile and asked, "Do you want to keep seeing me? Aren't you tired of hauling me around?"

"It hasn't been that bad," he said quietly. "I wouldn't mind seeing you for drinks or dinner sometime."

"What about baby girl that you have some kind of arrangement with?"

Changkyun flinched at your question though you asked it with no malice. You just wanted to know what he would say about it.

"We have an...arrangement. We don't date though. It's just mutually beneficial."

"Ah, I see. Are you saying you want to date me? Or do you just want another 'mutually beneficial' relationship?"

He looked quickly at you as you sat demurely with your hands in your lap waiting for his answer.

"Honestly, I don't really know. I just know I want to keep seeing you."

You looked at him thoughtfully. "Thank you for replying honestly. Why don't we do this--let's see if we meet up organically and if you end up missing me as much as you seem to think you will, you have my number."

"So, you don't want me to take you on a date?"

"I want to see what will happen naturally. That may be us bumping into each other or it may be one of us calling the other."

"You're a strange woman."

"Baby boy, you don't even know the half of it."

The next night, you and Y/F/N go out to celebrate the return of your car. You appreciated the lengths Changkyun went to in order to make sure you got to and from work, but you were not used to relying on others. Having your car back made it feel like one of your limbs had returned.

Getting waived in by the bouncer, you both walk in and head to the bar. Feeling particularly flirty, you had opted for your favorite deep purple, short halter dress that felt a little flowey and brushed just below mid-thigh. Y/F/N was in tailored dress shorts and lace tank top. Both of you had opted for your "fuck me" heels that made your legs look long and gorgeous.

Waiving at the bartender you saw your favorite was working tonight. Tall with dark hair and lips made for begging between your legs, you sighed. He saw you both and began making your drinks without heading to you. You and Y/F/N had been in enough and tipped well enough that he didn't need to ask what you wanted. It was always the same for you both when he was working--top shelf (of course) gin and tonic for you and an old fashioned for Y/F/N. He brought both drinks over and you pulled out your credit card and handed it to him.

"Thanks, Hyungwon. Can you open a tab for us?"

"Of course, Y/N. The first one is on me though."

"You're too good to me! When are you going to realize you're madly in love with me so we can ride off into the sunset together?"

He leaned on the counter and whispered in your ear, "Oh Y/N, you know I can't handle a woman like you. You want me on my knees too much."

Laughing you pulled back and lightly smacked his arm, "This is true. Thank you for the drink, doll. Will you keep them coming? We're going to grab a table for now."

Smiling widely at you both he nodded as you turned and walked away.

During your flirtatious interaction with Hyungwon, Changkyun walked in the door and paused when he spotted you. He wanted to order a drink but he was surprised to see you again so soon. His eyes narrowed as he watched Hyungwon lean in to whisper in your ear and you laugh at whatever he said to you.

As you walked away with your friend and drinks, Changkyun quickly walked up to the bar and grabbed Hyungwon's wrist as he turned away to get back to work. This caused him to jerk his arm away as he turned to glare at the offender but as he saw it was his friend, Hyungwon relaxed.

"Hey man, what's up?"

"How do you know, Y/N?"

"What? Why?"

"Just...how do you know her?"

Looking at Changkyun with surprise he answered, "We had a one night thing a while back. The chemistry is amazing but we're not really...compatible."

"What do you mean you're not compatible? You said there was chemistry."

"Why are you asking this, dude? What's your angle? Who is Y/N to you?"

Sighing, Changkyun raked his hands through his carefully styled hair and responded, "She's the one I've had to drive around the last couple weeks because I totaled her car. We picked it up from her mechanic yesterday so I didn't know if I would ever get to see her again."

Hyungwon smirked at Changkyun as he realized what was happening. Changkyun was not one to fall for anyone but he was smitten with Y/N and was acting like a jealous boyfriend. "Is something else going on there?"

"No...well, not yet? I don't know. I asked her on a date and she gave some answer about seeing what happens naturally. And she kept calling me baby boy. I'm so confused."

Changkyun dropped his head in his hands and Hyungwon patted his shoulder as his grin got wider.

"You know why she keeps calling you that, right?"

"Not really. I just figured it was a quirk or something."

Shaking his head Hyungwon replied, "Oh man, you are in for it. She's calling you that because she's a dom. She's been testing you."

"What do you mean she's a dom?"

"Oh my god, how do you not know this?? She's a dominant in the bedroom. That's why she and I aren't compatible. We both love control and aren't willing to give it up. It was the hottest power play sex I've ever had but it's not what she really wants. She was testing to see if you were a sub."

"...I've never had a woman who wanted to take control. They always say they want me to."

"Do you think you might be a sub? Do you like being in control? She's very...physical...with what she likes to do."

"Well, I've never tried being a sub but for a chance with her..." Changkyun looked over his shoulder to see you and Y/F/N talking animatedly. "I think I would at least try anything she's into in order to get a chance with her."

"Are you sure you mean anything?"

"Why are you asking like that? What kind of shit can she honestly be into?"

"How do you feel about being hit in the face? Or edged to the point you think you might cry? Or choking?"

"She would hit me in the face?"

"I told you, she's a dom and she likes to play rough. Think about it before you do anything. I didn't realize the extent of what she likes and ended up using my safeword."

"You had a safeword for one night with her?"

"Anytime there's going to be rough play, you should have a safeword. Whether it's someone you've been with for 20 years or a new hookup."

"All right, all right, I hear you. I'll make sure I consider all of that first."

"That's all I ask, man. Kihyun's here now, talk about it with him, if you want. I'll grab your drinks."

Changkyun's friend and regular wingman, Kihyun, sat next to him at the bar. Kihyun had recently dyed his hair pink and was already attracting attention from a couple women at the bar in his fitted black button up and snug dark gray slacks. He smirked at the women ogling him and turned to his friend who appeared to be having an existential crisis.

"Changkyun, are you okay? Why aren't you talking to anyone?"

Hyungwon set their drinks down in front of them and answered Kihyun for Changkyun, "He's trying to decide if he thinks he can be a sub for that hot little number in the purple dress over there."

Kihyun looked where Hyungwon was pointing and whistled low. "Isn't that the hook-up where she was rougher than you expected?"

"Yeah, and I gave Changkyun a head's up about it. Apparently, it was her car that he hit and he's developed a little crush on her."

At Hyungwon's comment, Changkyun lifted his head and glared at his friend. Hyungwon was grinning and pushed his drink forward. "Drink up, my friend. You'll need it if you decide you want to take her home."

Kihyun was busy observing you and your friend while sipping his drink. He turned back to Changkyun. "You know, her friend is pretty cute. Do you want to do this? We both might score tonight."

Biting his lip, Changkyun looked back at you. The idea of trying some new things, albeit a little scary, seemed exciting if it was with you. He had been with his share of women but something was always missing. He tossed back his entire drink and turned back to Hyungwon, "Okay, I'm going for it. I just need another. Can you have their drinks refilled in about 5 minutes or so?"

Grinning broadly, Hyungwon nodded and replied,"Good luck, my friend."

Changkyun turned back to Kihyun and asked, "You sure you're okay with this? If her friend doesn't like you..."

"If she doesn't like me...who do you think you're talking to, Changkyun?"

You and Y/F/N found seats within eye sight of the bar and made yourselves comfortable. Y/F/N looked at you and you already knew what she wanted to know.

"Look, it didn't work out, okay? We're just not sexually compatible."

"How is that possible? His lips alone...my god."

"I know, they taste even better than they look but it just doesn't work. He's not a sub or a switch so it was mainly power play which is...okay...but not what I really wanted."

Y/F/N began laughing, "Oh, I know that's not what you really want."

You eyed your friend up and down, taking in her exposed, smooth legs and slightly exposed cleavage and licked your lips. "I know you know what I like."

Leaning back to allow your eyes to linger on her Y/F/N responded, "Yes I do know. I actually really miss it and I think about starting up our former arrangement again. But I'm afraid it'll press our luck to test our friendship that way twice."

You sighed, leaned back, and crossed your legs. "You're probably right. I'm too interested in dick lately anyways."

Y/F/N threw her head back and began laughing. "You seemed a bit preoccupied lately. Did your baby boy give you any problems?"

"Well, he followed through on his agreement, if that's what you mean."

"You know that's not what I mean."

"He was a perfect gentleman. The last day I overheard him making arrangements with a girlfriend or fuck buddy or whatever and that was the only time he even presented any problems."

Disappointed, Y/F/N took a sip of her nearly empty drink. "That's it? There was no punishment or car sex or anything? I knew the second you called him ‘baby boy’ he was in your sights so I'm kind of surprised."

"Well, he asked me on a date yesterday before we picked up my car."

"He what? Does he not realize you don't do that?"

"He just said he wants to see me again but doesn't know in what context. We never discussed our dating lives so I just told him we would see how things happen."

"Y/N. What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Giving your friend a stern look you reply, "What the fuck do you think it means? Are you trying to get a punishment now?"

Y/F/N shuddered slightly at the thought and responded, "As fun as that would be right here, I'm actually not. Did you seriously not let that hot piece take you out, ply you with drinks, and then take him back to your place to fuck his brains out? You could be getting laid right now! What the hell!!"

"If he wants it, he'll have to call me."

Looking over your shoulder, Y/F/N gave a sly grin, "Maybe. Or maybe he won't have to."

"What the hell are you grinning about? You're not making any sense now."

At that moment, you heard a deep and familiar voice say, "Funny how quickly things can happen naturally. Looks like the universe wants us to spend more time together after all."

You slowly turned around, looked up, and took in Changkyun's appearance. Wearing tight dress pants that hugged his legs just right with a red silk button down shirt and his hair styled off of his forehead, you could have begun drooling on the spot if you had more drinks in you at this point. You were able to keep your composure and replied, "Fancy meeting you here, baby boy. Who's your pretty friend?"

Changkyun smirked at your nickname for Kihyun, knowing he hated being called 'pretty' and replied, "This is Kihyun. He and I have been friends for ages. This is Y/F/N, right? She was your witness the day of the accident?"

Slightly surprised he remembered, you nodded and said, "Yes, this is one of my closest friends, Y/F/N." As you confirmed the introduction, you reached over to your friend and lightly ran your hand down her arm to test Changkyun's interest. You felt your friend shiver slightly at your touch and you smirked to yourself. Watching Changkyun, he glanced slightly to Y/F/N when you said her name and his eyes quickly landed back on you. You did notice Kihyun take in Y/F/N's appearance and, knowing how much she liked a pretty face, thought Changkyun's choice of a wingman was an inspired one.

You turn to Kihyun and said, "It's nice to meet you. I think I'm just going to call you pretty boy though. You have lovely cheekbones."

At your remark you saw Kihyun scowl slightly but he didn't respond. You could tell he didn't like your nickname for him but, since he wasn't the one you were interested in sleeping with, it didn't matter to you anyways. His dominance was practically rolling off of him and you knew trying to hook up with him would end up with another unsatisfying experience. However, he was just Y/F/N's type so it was likely she would have fun tonight. The ultimate question was, would you?

Turning your attention back to Changkyun, you ask, "So, what brings you here this evening? Did you miss me that much already?"

"I actually have missed you already. Kihyun and I had planned to meet here tonight anyways. Hyungwon is a friend of ours and we like to come on nights he's working if we can."

Your eyebrows raise at his brazen confession and the fact that he knew Hyungwon as well. Did he also know about you and Hyungwon? As far as you knew, he didn't kiss and tell but you never really knew what guys like to talk about. You practically told Y/F/N everything about your sexual exploits which is how she ended up as one of your playthings for a while before you decided to put your friendship first.

"Hm. Well, you can join us if you would like or if you have other things to attend to, we wish you a good evening."

After his conversation with Hyungwon and Kihyun, Changkyun decided he was going to make you his mission this evening and see what would happen.

"We would love to join you."

After they sat down, you made sure Y/F/N and Kihyun seemed to hit off their conversation before turning back to Changkyun. You knew if she needed an out, Y/F/N would fake a headache so you two could leave together quickly.

"Where's your other friend from the accident? Mixtape?"

Chuckling, Changkyun replied, "He's at home, locked in his room with some headphones, working on more beats. He completely loses time in there. I asked him to come and he just grunted and waved me off."

"It's nice to be passionate about something. What are you passionate about? I don't believe you ever really told me."

Licking his lips suggestively, he cocked his head and replied, "I love trying new things."

Ready to curse or thank Hyungwon and his big mouth, you said, "Oh really? What kind of things are you referring to?"

At that moment, fresh drinks were brought to your table and you realized either Hyungwon or Changkyun had been watching you and Y/F/N long enough to know you were getting low. You turned to look at the bar and caught eyes with Hyungwon. He grinned and winked at you before turning to the next patron. That mother fucker, you thought.

"Thank you for the fresh drink, Changkyun."

You managed to catch the slightly surprised look on his face before he masked it with a smile, "You're welcome, Y/N."

After taking a sip of your new drink you leaned forward in your chair so you could speak more quietly with Changkyun. You also made sure the skirt of your dress hiked up slightly showing a bit more leg within his line of sight. "Now, baby boy, you were about to tell me the new things you like to try."

Changkyun gulped at your adjusted posture and change in tone and you watched his adam's apple bob. You gave yourself an internal pat on the back for starting to get him riled up so early. "Well, I really like it when my friends expose me to new things."

"Oh, you do?"

"Mmhmm"

"Let's clear up something right here, baby boy. If we're going to have a conversation, you must use your words."

Changkyun nodded at this and you sternly replied, "What did I just tell you?"

"Oh, um, yes. I'm sorry, you make me nervous sometimes."

You purred slightly at his revelation to you. "I make you nervous? Why is that?"

"You're lovely and clearly a very strong woman." Changkyun looked down and looked back up at you through his eyelashes. "I think you could teach me a lot of new things."

Smirking you replied, "What kind of things do you think I could teach you. Now, be honest baby boy."

Changkyun was surprised your conversation had escalated to this point so quickly. He wondered if he should be honest and tell you what Hyungwon told him or continue to play coy. Well, what do I really have to lose?

He cleared his throat and began, "Well, in general, I like being around you. You keep me on my toes and you're very observant. And I like listening to you talk, your voice is very nice. But, um, I saw you talking with Hyungwon when I came in..."

Your eyebrows shot up at this statement. Was he watching the entire time you had been in the bar? You said nothing and waited for him to continue.

Changkyun noticed your surprise but you didn't interrupt him and so he continued. "When you left the bar, I asked Hyungwon how he knew you and he briefly mentioned your...um...previous tryst. He also mentioned how you like being in charge?"

"Are you asking me a question baby boy? Or are you telling me about the conversation with Hyungwon?"

"Well, both, I think. He mentioned it and I'm asking if you would confirm if he was being honest."

Approving of his clarification you cautiously gave your answer, "Well, it's more than being in charge, sweetheart. I like being in complete control. I like my partner to do what I say without question or complaint. I'm not often gentle and I need my partners to understand that. Because of this, there are often safewords involved. Let me ask you a question, baby boy. Are you wanting to 'learn' how to be a sub for me?"

You watched Changkyun through your answer and you could see the tips of his ears turn red and he appeared to be sweating a little bit. He was listening and considering your words but it was clear that something that you said had aroused him. His tight pants hid very little of his growing erection and his pupils were blown out. You smiled at him while you waited for his response.

He gulped again and replied with two, short words: "God, yes."

"All right then. You understand what is likely to happen if you're with me? Hitting, choking, edging, bondage, things like that?"

He nodded and with a slight desperation he didn't realize he had said, "I'm ready to learn from you. Please teach me."

His desperate plea hit you in your core and you needed to leave with him immediately.

"Do you want to leave now, baby boy?"

Nodding quickly you sharply said, "Baby boy, what did I tell you about using your words? You're going to be punished when we get back to your place."

"I'm sorry. Yes, can we leave now, please?"

Throwing back the rest of your drink you turned to Y/F/N to make sure she would be all right if you left. You found her sitting in Kihyun's lap with his hand stroking her inner thigh while he kissed her neck. Her eyes were closed and she looked completely blissed out.

"Ahem, Y/F/N." She opened one eye and looked at you.

"Mmmmm, yes?"

"I'm leaving with Changkyun. Are you good?"

"I'm soooo good, Y/N. See you later." With that Y/F/N turned and began whispering in Kihyun's ear as she winked at you. You noticed his brief nod so you knew the two of them would be leaving soon as well."

You grabbed Changkyun's hand and headed to the door. Once outside, he tugged your hand slightly in the direction of his car. Before he could open the passenger door, you shifted your weight and pushed his back against the car. Grabbing his collar, you saw the surprise register on his face as you yanked his face down to yours. The kiss was a little messy because of Changkyun's surprise but he quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and tilted your head back to deepen the kiss. As soon as he attempted to take control, you stepped back and pushed him off of you.

"Let's go. Your place. Now."

Standing on the sidewalk, looking slightly disheveled and confused, he opened the passenger door for you. You slid inside and checked your makeup in the visor mirror. Changkyun got into the driver's side and before he could get the car in gear you turned to him and said, "Now baby boy, we need to get there in one piece so be careful. You're already getting a punishment for not using your words properly. If we get in an accident on the way to your apartment, I won't touch you for at least a week."

He looked at you with a slightly horrified look on his face as he nodded and attempted to adjust himself.

Making a noise in the back of your throat, you fully switched into your femdom personality that you reserved only for those who agreed to play. "Baby boy. Words!" you barked, "And who said you could touch yourself?"

"I'm so sorry, I understand. I'll get us there quickly and safely."

"That's better."

As soon as Changkyun unlocked the door, you pushed him inside his apartment and kicked the door shut. Grabbing your hand, he tried to pull you towards a door that you presumed to be his bedroom, but you dug your feet in by the couch as he tugged on your arm.

“Don’t you want privacy? Jooheon is still here.”

“You said he was busy, baby boy. Sit. Now.”

He hesitated and looked towards a closed door and back at you.

“Did I stutter? I said SIT.”

At your tone, Changkyun sat immediately and began to nervously run his hands on his legs as you examined him. “So...um...what would you like to do?”

Slowly grinning, you looked at him. “Oh, sweetheart. Why would I spoil the surprise?”

Looking nervous, you could tell Changkyun had no idea what to think or do. Dialing things down for a moment, sat on the edge of the coffee table in front of the couch. “Okay, hun, you don’t need to be scared. Before we get going though, we need safewords. We’re probably going to get rough and if you don’t like it you have to tell me. I want everything we do to be mutually enjoyable. It’s only fun for me if it’s fun for you too. So, my safeword is Honda.”

Changkyun began laughing, “Honda? Like you’re car?”

“Yes. My car is not exactly sexy so it helps me dial down when I need to. Now, what’s yours?”

Thinking, he replied, “Well, I’ve never had to have a safeword before. Do you think balloons would be good?”

“Do you think you’ll be shouting ‘balloons’ at me in any other context while we’re playing?”

Laughing, he responded, “I really doubt it.”

“Great. Now, there’s a chance you may not be able to speak at some point. If you need to stop, but you can’t speak for any reason, tap my thigh or anywhere you can reach three times in quick succession.”

“What do you mean, I may not be able to speak?” Changkyun asked with a tremor of fear in his voice.

Smiling sweetly, you replied, “Oh baby boy, you’ll see. Are you ready? Do you still want to do this?”

With wide eyes, he gulped and then nodded.

You stood, transforming into your fully dominant alter ego and snapped, “Baby boy, I have told you several times you must use your words. Time for your punishment. If you’re a good boy and learn your lesson, we might get to play. If you don’t, well, we won’t be playing until you get it. Don’t forget your safeword.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Oh, good boy. You’re learning already. Now bend over with your ass towards me. I want you to face the back of the couch.”

“Um, what are you going to do?”

“You’ll see. Now, that’s the last question I’m going to answer. Turn over. NOW.”

Scrambling to turn around and get his knees on the couch, Changkyun braced himself on the back of the couch facing the kitchen of the apartment. He realized that if Jooheon decided to come out of his room right now, he would see him with his ass out and...something...happening with you. He began to blush at the thought of getting caught. He was terrified but a small part of him felt a little thrill at the risk of it.

You looked at Changkyun’s cute apple booty waiting for your hands. He really wore the perfect pants for something like this. They were tight enough where it was flattering and made his ass an attention grabber for any girl who liked a man with a bit of an ass. The pants were also a thin enough material where you knew he would feel the sting of your spanks though the fabric. It was far preferable to the jeans you had otherwise seen him in the past couple weeks.

Deciding to keep him guessing for a little bit longer, you lightly ran your hand up and down his spine and you watched him shudder. Grinning to yourself, you gripped his hips and he jerked upwards, clearly afraid of what you were about to do. Running a firmer hand up and down his back, you murmured, “Relax baby boy. I promise you’ll be okay.”

You felt him start to relax under your touch and once you felt he had his guard down again, you pulled your hand back and smacked his ass roughly. You knew it stung him; your hand was stinging. You heard him take a quick inhale in and choke slightly.

“You doing okay there, baby boy? You have more punishment before I’m done.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Oh, you learn so fast sweetheart. Let’s see if you can handle a few more.”

You pulled back and gave Changkyun five quick, sharp spanks. While rubbing and trying to sooth the sting you knew he felt on his ass you asked, “Now, baby boy, did you learn your lesson? Are you going to use your words from now one?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Such a good boy for me. Turn back over and sit down now.”

Without question or complaint, Changkyun did exactly as you commanded. Once he turned over, you saw the large tent his erection was making in his pants and you knew he enjoyed his short punishment far more than you anticipated. After sitting back down, he kept his hand on his thighs and looked to you for further instruction.

You were still fully dressed, heels included, and you decided to put all of this to your advantage. Straddling him on the couch, you gently ran your fingers through his hair and lightly kissed the end of his nose. Changkyun moved his hands to his sides and you could tell he didn’t know what to do with them.

“Do you have any questions for me, baby boy? Anything you want to say?”

“Um, yes, ma’am. Can I touch you? Is that allowed?”

“You are a good boy aren’t you?” you smiled at him sweetly. “Of course you can touch me, baby boy. If you get too rough or try to take over though, that might change. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

His hands slide up your thighs and landed gently on your hips. Pleased he took your instruction so well, you raked your hand through his hair again as you gently caressed his face with your other hand. Once you reached the back of his head with your hand, you grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged it back harshly. Watching Changkyun’s reaction, you noticed his breath hitch again and you lowered to kiss him lightly. His eyes fluttered closed and he parted his lips, ready to let you take full control.

You kept your hand fisted in his hair and quickly deepened the kiss, licking and nibbling at his bottom lip. He put up no fight letting you lead and take control of the kiss. You felt his hands grip your hips lightly, the only sign he was actively trying to control himself and fight against the instinct to take over. You pulled away from the kiss and yanked his head to the side and began to nip, kiss, and suck on his neck and collarbone, trying to find his weak spot. When you nipped lightly at the spot where his neck met his collarbone, he groaned. Success.

You proceeded to leave a mark on the spot for him to see in the morning. When you were satisfied, you leaned back to look at Changkyun’s face. He looked like he was completely content and happy with how you just spent your time. You gently ran your hands through his hair again and kissed him while you rolled your hips on the erection you felt nudging your core. He moaned loudly at the feeling and you smiled deviously again as you continued to roll your hips, testing his self-control once again.

You felt his hands grip your hips and attempt to control your speed but before you could correct his actions, you felt him loosen his grip again to allow you to take your time. Clearly, you chose your new toy well.

Leaning to whisper in his ear, you continued to roll your hips. Your panties had been sticking to you since you pushed Changkyun against his car for the first rough kiss and the teasing you were putting him through was not helping your situation. The friction it provided helped relieve some of your tension, though you were sure it was making things...harder...for Changkyun.

“Do you like how it feels when I rub myself on you, baby boy? You like it when my hot, wet, pussy is leaving a spot on your pants? Do you like knowing that the feeling of your cock rubbing against me is making me wetter? Hmmm? Answer me, baby boy.”

Struggling to speak, Changkyun groaned and breathed out a quick response, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Yes to which part? Be specific my pretty baby.”

“All of it. I love how you feel grinding on me. I love knowing that I’m making you wetter. I hope you stain my pants. I want more. Can I please have more?”

You leaned back to take in his expression. He looked completely fucked and in your control. At this point, you knew he would do almost anything you asked him to do and you relished in the trust, power, and control he was giving you.

Pulling yourself back, you moved your leg so you could sit next to him on the couch. The change in positions caused his eyes to fly open and look at you with a confused expression.

“I need you to strip for me, baby boy. Slowly.”

“...strip?”

“Yes, the way you would want me to strip for you, I want you to do for me,” you clarified with a sly smile.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Changkyun stood and the confidence you saw in the bar was back full force. He toed off his shoes and gave you a smirk. “Ma’am, you said to strip for you the way I would want you to strip for me?”

“Yes, baby boy.”

“Am I allowed to touch you then?”

Considering him for a moment, you made yourself more comfortable on the couch in anticipation of the show you were about to receive. “You can touch me until I tell you to stop. Do you think you can stop if I tell you?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Well, get on with it. You can’t take care of the mess you’ve made of my panties until you get those clothes off.”

At your comment, Changkyun gulped and responded, “Of course, ma’am.”

He quickly took his phone out of his pocket and with a few taps, sensual music was emanating from his phone. He emptied the rest of his pockets and slid his hands up his torso and into his hair as he did a couple of body rolls. You were already pleasantly surprised by how quickly he complied with your command with very little shyness.

He surprised you again by straddling you and rubbing his erection along your torso slowly. He moved his hands to the buttons on his shirt and began to slowly unbutton each one as he kept eye contact with you. Once his shirt was unbuttoned, he leaned over and gently stroked your face with one hand and gave you a light kiss. Leaning into your ear he whispered, “Will you help me finish taking my shirt off? I want to please you so much.”

“Of course, baby boy. How could I say no when you ask so sweetly?”

You then placed your hands just above his erection and slid them slowly up his torso, feeling his muscles contract under your touch and his breath stutter when you grazed his nipples. You pushed his shirt off his shoulders and slid your hands down his arms along with the shirt.

“Will you please touch me?”

“You still have clothes on, baby boy. I’ll only touch you when you get your pants off.”

“Can I touch me? Can I show you?”

“You can show me until I tell you to stop. And don’t you dare think you can cum in your pants. Your cum belongs to me.”

At you answer, Changkyun began to rotate his hips and sliding his hands up and down his torso. It was clear to you that he had enjoyed touching himself in this way before and you were enjoying the show he was giving you. You moved your hands to his thighs and slid your hands slowly up and grabbed his ass causing him to jerk slightly in surprise.

“I still see your pants on, sweet boy. I need you to take them off for me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He slid his hands down to his belt buckle and keeping his eyes on you slowly undid his belt and slid it through the belt loops. He dropped the belt and moved quickly to the button on his pants but instead slid his hand down to rub harshly along his cock straining in his pants. His eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of the friction and relief he had been waiting for. Keeping him on his toes, you slid one hand up his thigh along his inseam and cupped his balls while he palmed himself.

“You’re trying my patience, baby boy.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am.”

He stopped palming himself reluctantly and unbuttoned his pants and slowly slid his zipper down. “Do you want me to pull my cock out for you?”

“Not yet, sweetheart. Stand up, take your pants off, and get on your knees.”

Practically tripping over himself to obey your command, Changkyun did as you asked. On his knees in front of you, you leaned forward and grabbed his hair roughly and yanked his head back. “You took too long, baby boy. I’m impatient now. I was going to cum on your cock first but now I think I’ll have to settle for cumming all over this beautiful face of yours. What do you think about that?”

“Anything you want, ma’am. I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

“Good answer, sweet thing. I want you to take my panties off, slowly and hand them to me. Then you need to get to work.”

“Anything for you, ma’am.”

You released his hair and leaned back on the couch as Changkyun reached under your dress and hooked his fingers on the band of your panties and slowly slid them down your legs while keeping his eyes locked on yours. As soon as he pulled your panties over your heeled feet, he slowly brought them to his face and inhaled deeply. His eyes rolled in the back of his head and fluttered closed as if he was in ecstasy. When he opened his eyes he looked at you and reluctantly placed the panties in your open palm.

Without a word he slid his hands up your thighs, pushing up your dress. You opened your legs for him and he stared at your wet lower lips for a moment before he practically dove in like a starved man. You scooted down a bit more so your ass was on the edge of the couch. You put one heeled leg over Changkyun’s shoulder and braced your other foot on the coffee table behind him.

You reached down and ran a hand through his hair while your other hand still gripped your panties. You dropped your knees further so you could have a clearer view of Changkyun’s face. His eyes were closed and his brow was furrowed in concentration. Every now and then you would hear and feel him hum or moan as his tongue worked to get you cumming on his face as promised. You leaned your head back so you could relax and enjoy his very talented mouth.

Feeling yourself remarkably close to cumming after just a few minutes of Changkyun’s ministrations, you moved to trap his head between your thighs and grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged harshly. His eyes snapped open as he paused and looked at you.

“I’m close. Stick your tongue out so I can rub myself on your face.”

At your demand, Changkyun groaned as his eyes rolled back into his head and he complied quickly. Holding his hair as an anchor, you braced each foot in preparation for the necessary leverage. You began to rock yourself on his face and felt Changkyun’s slide his hands under your ass to help give you support as you felt yourself close to falling over the edge. Feeling a muffled moan from him helped you topple over the edge and you came hard on his face, as you promised. Slowing your rocking motions as you rode out your orgasm, you finally let go of Changkyun’s hair and dropped your legs.

Sighing you opened your eyes and saw your plaything look at you with a triumphant smile, his face shining with your wetness, still sitting obediently in front of you. You slid back slightly on the couch so you could lean forward.

“You did so good, baby boy. Did you enjoy how I used you? Did you like how I rode your face?”

“Yes, ma’am. You smell and taste so good. Can I do that for you again later?”

Smiling and cupping his face you replied, “I think that may be acceptable. But only if you’re a good boy. I only reward good boys.”

You leaned down and gave Changkyun a few light kisses and you felt him melt into you as you deepened it and tasted yourself on him. Grabbing your panties, you lightly patted his face drying the wetness that remained. At your action he grabbed your wrist and frowned at you.

“I don’t want you to clean it off.”

“You don’t get a choice in this, baby boy. Unless you want to use your safeword over this?”

He shook his head like a small child, dropped his hand, and let you finish. “Now, since you decided to interrupt me, I think maybe you need to be taught another lesson. Take off your underwear and sit on the couch.”

At your tone, Changkyun jumped up and ripped his underwear down and sat next to you. At the mention of another punishment, he seemed elated. It took everything you had to keep the stern look on your face as you straddled him again. Inside you were ecstatic that it appeared you may have found a good toy who would want to play again another time.

“Since you decided to open your mouth and question me again, I have to make sure you’ll stay in your proper place while I have my fun. Open your mouth.”

Slightly confused, Changkyun did as you asked and you pushed your soiled panties into his mouth as a makeshift gag. Once he realized what you were using, he moaned loudly.

“Now, sweet thing, you’re going to have to watch how loud you moan otherwise Mixtape may come out here and see what a naughty boy you are for me. Do you want that?”

Eyes wide in alarm, he shook his head quickly. “Okay then. I guess you’ll have to learn how to be quiet, hmm?”

Changkyun nodded his head vigorously. Little did he know what you had in store for him. “Now, baby boy. I have some condoms, are you allergic to anything?”

Once he shook his head to indicate he wasn’t, you leaned down to grab your small bag next to the couch and fished out a condom. You slid your hand slowly down his torso until you reached his groin and then gripped the base of his cock. Changkyun jerked slightly at the first touch of your bare skin touching him. He dropped his head on the back of the couch and closed his eyes. You could tell how worked up you had made him as you observed his breath increase and skin flush more. Slowly stroking him along his length, you rubbed the large amount of pre-cum along the head. At your attention, he moaned loudly again, through your panties. With his eyes closed, you allowed yourself to grin wickedly at his responsiveness.

Opening the condom packet with your teeth, you slowly rolled it down as you internally admired how hard Changkyun was and how good he was being. He seemed to have fully let go and completely submit to everything you were doing or wanted to do. You hadn’t had a male sub this compliant...perhaps ever.

At this realization, you felt a fondness for Changkyun wash over you and you leaned down to whisper in his ear. “You’re still going to get punished for questioning me, sweetness, but you’re being so good for me right now. You look so pretty sitting here with my dirty panties in your mouth, obeying me like such a good boy. Are you my obedient baby boy?”

He opened his eyes and looked at you with a surprising amount of adoration and lust before nodding to answer your question.

“You like doing what I tell you, sweet thing? You like it when I control when you cum?”

Changkyun moaned and nodded vigorously for you again.

“Do you want me to sit on your cock now? Do you think you’ve been a good enough boy for that?”

With this you felt him slide his hands along your thighs and settle on your hips. He leaned forward so he could place his mouth near your ear and gave a muffled “Mmmhmmmmmmmm.”

You felt your core pulse at his touch and response. Knowing you would be cumming again soon, you gripped the base of Changkyun’s cock and teased the head along your entrance. Enjoying the torture you were giving yourself as well as the response of Changkyun’s nails digging in briefly at your hips, you dipped lower to allow just the head inside. You could feel him tense under you as you knew he was doing everything he could to restrain himself. Lifting off of him to tease the entrance of your dripping pussy again he groaned loudly.

You heard a noise in the other room and knew there was a possibility of being interrupted soon. With intent of making Changkyun moan as loud as possible so as to get the interruption you were hoping for, you slammed yourself down onto his length to the hilt, relishing in the stretch he gave you and how full you felt in this moment. You lost yourself for a moment and moaned in relief as you heard Changkyun give a loud long moan at the same time.

Since you came once and were still worked up, thanks to your new sub, you didn’t need time to adjust to Changkyun’s size. You immediately began to roll your hips slowly to enjoy the feeling of him entering you repeatedly. Looking down at his face, you could see how completely lost in the feeling Changkyun had become. He continued to make the sexiest moans you had ever heard through your panties which added to your arousal. You knew there was a good chance you were making a mess on the couch but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. As you quickly approached your second high of the night, you heard a door unlatch and open and saw Jooheon step out of the bedroom with messy hair, wearing only loose pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips and a white tank that showcased his defined biceps.

Changkyun was so focused on his own pleasure, he didn’t even register the noise behind him. You kept the pace of your hips on Changkyun and as you locked eyes with Jooheon, you came hard with a loud moan. Jooheon’s mouth dropped open at the display, clearly shocked at everything in front of him.

You pointed at the door behind him and commanded, “Get the fuck back in your room, Mixtape. I’ll deal with you later.”

Not knowing how to respond and feeling the tent in his pants quickly getting bigger, he rushed back into his room like you instructed.

At your response to Jooheon, Changkyun had jerked in a slight panic and you lifted yourself off him and held his cock at the base and squeezed. “I’ve got you, sweetness. Don’t worry about anything. And don’t you dare cum yet. I’m not done with you.”

On the other side of his bedroom door, Jooheon ripped his pants down and began to stroke himself. In less than a minute he was fully hard and began to jerk off in earnest. Leaning back against the door, he imagined you cumming on his cock and moaning loudly in his ear as he slammed his hips up into you. He could hear the murmurs of your voice and Changkyun’s moans on the other side of the door and he incorporated the noises into his fantasy of you and imagined that his best friend’s moans were his instead. After only a couple minutes of furiously stroking himself, Jooheon came all over his hand and the floor in front of him.  

You continued to ride Changkyun to another hard orgasm for yourself and edged him two more times. After the third time you denied him his release, tears started to roll down his cheeks. You paused your hips when you noticed this and stroked the side of his face, wiped his tears, and pulled your panties out of his mouth, “Safeword, sweetheart?”

“No, ma’am.” You smiled and leaned down to whisper in his ear, “You’ll cum soon, baby boy.”

Knowing he may not be able to handle anymore edging, you began to ride Changkyun with the intent to make him cum. You felt yourself building to your fourth orgasm and just as you felt the pleasure wash over you, you felt Changkyun stiffen and grip your hips as he began to chant your name like a mantra with slight upward jerks of his hips. Knowing how intense an orgasm could be after all the teasing and edging he endured, you allowed his lapse in behavior while you gently stroked his face and ran your fingers through his hair as he rode out his release.

Once the intensity of his orgasm had passed, Changkyun’s hands slid down your legs and landed limply at his side. His head rested on the back of the couch and he looked completely spent. You lifted yourself off of his softening dick and you both hissed.

“Changkyun, sweetheart, where’s your bathroom?”

He pointed to a partially open door just off the living room and you headed there after standing and getting your balance. You hadn’t ridden someone for that long in a while and you forgot that you still had your heels on. Pausing at the door frame, you stepped out of them and left them at the bathroom door. Once you closed the door behind you, you leaned on the vanity and took a look at yourself in the mirror. You glowed with the satisfaction that you knew always came with finding a good sub and cumming multiple times. The fact that you came so many times was definitely going to be a factor in the decision to keep Changkyun as a toy for a while.

After relieving and cleaning yourself up, you stepped into the living room. Leaving your heels by the bathroom door, you walked over to sit next to Changkyun on the couch. While you were cleaning up, he had pulled his boxer briefs back on and was sitting limply on the couch with his eyes closed. Feeling a rush of affection for him, you lifted one of his arms and snuggled yourself into his side. His grip tightened on your side as he pulled you closer. He kissed the top of your head and you felt him rest his head on top of yours.

As you both sat side by side, enjoying the silence and afterglow, you heard a door slowly open and a timid voice ask, “Can I come out now?”

Copyright 2018 by yoosmekihyun. All rights reserved.

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#something about how he doesn't prevent the flood but does save some people in it could be a great metaphor #for how batman in the comics can't ever fix gotham (because then the comic would end) but he can save people who live there #but i don't actually think that's what they meant to do here #my main problem is the movie clearly doesn't approve of vigilantism and like that's fine but it's a movie about a superhero #and it never lets us really suspend our disbelief because it's too busy being cynical about the whole concept #and like maybe that too is refreshing in its way? the whole this is a stupid way to deal with crimes thing is true #but it also fails to acknowledge that #what other recourse is there? with a police force that's literally in the pocket of the mob #when you look at it like that batman becomes a much more understandable alternative course of action #and a vehicle of narrative catharsis for people who know the law isn't protecting them but still desire justice #desire that the criminals be they the rich defrauding them of what little money they have or the mob bosses actually will see consequences #the whole concept of vengeance is too readily dismissed as toxic and as diametric to hope imo #like yeah i'm all in on a redemptive justice system that actually helps people reform but the idea #that bad powerful people shouldn't be made to face consequences by batman if no one else (because cops and lawyers and politicians won't) #is dismissed soooooo readily to the point where bruce's initial stance on justice as vengeance is presented as two dimensional #something about that bothers me #and i think also gets to the core of batman as a character and to the core of why I can't fully vibe with this presentation of him #for all its many boons

reblogging my own tags upon further consideration because I'm right and I should say it

Looking back on Batman (2022)

Enough time has passed now that my initial adrenaline rush )and then later afterglow) over Batman 2022 has resolved itself at least enough that I can look back on the film a bit more critically.

I enjoyed this movie, I enjoyed this Batman, but and this is a big but, this movie did not like Batman.

The thing about Batman is that he's a grim dark fantasy where a hero who's in pain can use that pain as a motivation to help people, to change things, to strive for a better Gotham because he just can't fucking accept the Gotham that allowed his parents to get killed while coming home from the movies, that kills so many other parents and children and sucks the people that remain into a mire of corruption and austerity. This is not that Batman, this is a Batman that's utterly oblivious to the problems with wealth inequality until the movie rubs in his face and even then has his inaction in his role of Bruce Wayne while letting his Batman role monopolise his every waking thought presented as his main problem. This is not a Batman that announces to a dinner party, “Ladies. Gentlemen. You have eaten well. You've eaten Gotham's wealth. Its spirit. Your feast is nearly over. From this moment on...none of you are safe.”. That attacks violent crime on two fronts by giving legitimate jobs to ex cons by day and solving kidnapping or murder cases by night.

And most crucially this isn't a Batman that ... succeeds. By that I mean yes he solves the grand mystery, yes he saves people in the flood, but the classic Batman would have saved that man he interrupts the bomb disposal squad to answer Riddler's phone call for. The classic Batman would have saved Falcone, evil doer that he is, not because he deserved to live but because Batman is a hyper competent hero who's comic gimmick was that he was quick witted enough to stay ahead of the crooks and always save the person in front of him as a result, perhaps it's only natural for that to be subverted with the Riddler as his enemy (a character invented with the intent of putting the detective hero to the test when it came to his cerebral limits) but because this is a stand alone film, which as the name says has this Batman stand alone with the contents as the only basis to judge him with it has the effect of making his presence as a hero less warranted. After all, does Batman's presence in this film really save anyone besides the flood victims and Selina?

Yes the only victims who really get killed are all bad people but... that's not the point of Batman, the point is that he saves everyone he can.

The film also does the whole 'batman creates his own villains and actively makes the city worse because he espouses vengeance and violence' thing which egh, slightly more palatable with the transition from vengeance to hope, but I really don't fucking like it all the same. And besides that I dislike the idea that vengeance can't be hopeful, that a man who lost everything in one terrifying night, who got no justice, whose loved ones and personal loss and whose innocence remain unavenged saying to himself "I am justice, I am vengeance, I am the night!" as a way of reclaiming everything that's happened to him and everything he wants to be for the people of Gotham whose cries go unanswered by corrupt law enforcement and an even more corrupt bureaucracy, is presented as invalid, as somehow immature. When Batman was always crafted as a mature hero in the mold of the Scarlet Pimpernel and Zorro and James Bond, of Sherlock Holmes! That was part of his central appeal! He's the cool mature down to earth, detective hero.

Here he is reduced to a naive rich boy who's so ignorant his main approach to crime is to inefficiently beat the shit out of whatever hoodlums he encounters and who literally doesn't have the idea of using his money to fix the poverty or corruption fuelling the crime until Riddler highlights what his parents wanted to do for the city by denigrating it + the politician lady who repeatedly points it out. It's a movie that loves Batman but also passionately declares the stupidity of Batman. Perhaps that's also inevitable because solving crime by beating it up while dressed as a Bat is well, silly, when you approach it with real world cynicism instead of the wish fulfillment, the fantasy of being rich and powerful and smart enough to actually do something about an entire city that's drowning in crime, that has been drowning, suffocating, for decades, and have a hope of succeeding. There is no fun of acting like an airhead so the other rich people and crooks will underestimate and look down on you like they look down on everyone in the city as you use your access to learn things people outside that circle of rich opportunists can't and then use it to reveal their crimes as a vigilante whose identity no one suspects. Instead we have a traumatised Bruce Wayne openly beg Don Falcone for information who indulges him because he owes his father that favour and Bruce Wayne isn't a threat, is it interesting pathos? Definitely! Is it dramatic and fun! Also yes! Is it traditional Batman/Bruce Wayne secret identity shenanigans? Well kind of in that it gets him the extra information but genuinely not so much because it's not really an act. Does it have to be traditional Batman? I really don't know. We can't ever create something refreshing like this movie was if we don't try to deviate from the norm and in that regard I think it deserves respect. And yet. There's a but.

This movie doesn't let Batman succeed at anything but the bare minimum as a vigilante but it does let him try his best, always and it lets him care, deeply. Which is enough that it pulls through as a good batman film. However for all the budget and clever characterisation I don't think it's a great Batman film. After all Batman is a superhero fantasy and in those, the good guys are allowed to save the day.