Batman...
I read Batman R.I.P. by Grant Morrison, beautifully drawn by Tony S. Daniel.
It has the sexiest Batman scene I've ever seen, and believe me, Batman has had some sexy scenes. In this one, Batman comes back to Wayne Manor after a hard night's work fighting crime, goes past Alfred and Robin up the stairs, down the corridors, shedding his cowl, cape and shirt as he goes, stripping until he gets to his bedroom, where he steps into Jezebel Jet's arms in a passionate kiss.
Whew. Hot.
Sometimes they get it right. Done right, Batman is the sexiest character in comics.
The whole comic is a nice orchestrated (and utterly creepy) story of psychological horror in which a villain named the Black Glove leads a band of loonies to attack Bruce Wayne with drugs on deep psychological levels, in order to destroy him - and it becomes a game of oneupmanship as to who holds the upper hand, who holds the key to Bruce's identity - and his sanity.
All this in a beautiful deluxe hardcover so beautifully printed and coloured I was stopping just to savour the more luxurious panels.
Best line: Alfred says to Robin: It's an American Idol era of equal opportunity supercrime, Master Tim. Every Tom, Dick or Harry with a make-up box and rampant Tourette's fancies himself the next Joker.