Batman Slash Fiction, submitted by Hypnogoat. I'm so sorry. I have had that fucking "Vicky Vale, V-Vicky Vicky Vale" line from "Batdance" buried in my skull since the first Batman movie came out. Contemplating how staggeringly bad the Prince song was opened the unfortunate floodgates on what was - I like to think - a really terrible Internet interpretive dance. Plus I got the Lowtax seal of approval when I showed it to him. "That's pretty weird dude!" he raved.

That doesn't really have anything to do with today's wonderfully bad ALoD, which includes the single most convoluted piece of fanfiction ever written.

ALLAIRE MIKHAIL
ALL LOVERS IN THE NIGHT
A PROFILER/FX/HIGHLANDER/UFO/BABYLON5/BUFFY/SENTINEL/BATMAN X-OVER
PG-13: Love in the night, the title says it all

I haven't seen that many series crossovers since the bus carrying the cast of "Everybody Loves Raymond" crashed into the Warner Brothers lot! Unfortunately for us all, that link is a 404 that ends up redirecting to porn pop-ups, but that doesn't mean there aren't plenty of other wonderfully horrible erotic crossovers.

Hey, looks like Batman is in Smallville!

Another finger, then two more, and Clark is thrusting against them, actually riding them...

And I can see Bruce's cock is red and rigid and leaking, and I know he's not going to be able to drag this out much longer.

"*Bruce*-"

Choking sob from Clark, and I don't believe I've ever heard anyone's name *pleaded* like that before.

Not even mine.

Apparently Bruce hasn't either, because he yanks his fingers out quickly and positions himself against Clark's ass.

"*Please, in me NOW*..."

DELICIOUS!

– Zack "Geist Editor" Parsons (@sexyfacts4u)

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