World: Justice League (Unlimited)
Summary: A drabble about Batman fantasizing about Flash's freckles.
It was just one glimpse.
During the battle against a giant T-Rex robot, Flash managed to be too careless to completely dodge a claw missile and the left shoulder of his costume got torn. Then Flash caught Hawkgirl when she fell from another shot, and she gripped his arm tight enough to tear the fabric further. The rip exposed pretty much his whole shoulder and most of his biceps.
It was after the battle that Batman paid attention to the damage; checked whether Flash was injured, and whether or not the wound would even still be relevant so long after the incident. Relatively speaking.
There was no wound, unsurprisingly, but instead there were freckles. Reddish, almost an orange brown against pale skin. A generous peppering of them all over Flash's shoulder and a few stray ones trailing down his arm. Batman could see a couple of them leading towards the direction of Flash's collarbone too.
Never in his life had he felt such a strong urge to tear off someone's clothes. Right then, all he wanted was to find out where those freckle trails led, how many of them were on that toned body, and whether Wally would mind if he followed them with his tongue.
Of course, he didn't do any of that. He did nothing, said nothing, and carried on like nothing at all had happened. Nobody else knew about his thoughts or noticed anything.
But sometimes, during quiet moments in the watchtower, he would look at the Flash and think about it.