( so close now, eyes fall shut out of instinct to, noses just barely touching. heβs been here before, in a way. staring down to selina amidst a wash of oranges, reds, and purples across the sky, gotham stretched out around them. the way everything seemed to come to pause, the world around them a mere backdrop to their existence β to a moment that lingered on his lips after.
this moment feels similar to thatβ¦ but also fills him with something else. something he canβt quite put his finger on. maybe because itβs bruce here on the bed and not batman on a rooftop overlooking the city. someone he hasnβt let himself be for a long time now. not genuinely, at least. not like this.
a breath on his lips β a huff of soft laughter, he swallows. just another inch closer. )
Yeah. Probably should.
( words as soft as the breath he takes β as the way her hand feels within his, thereβs a moment where he thinks to- or maybe itβs that he doesnβt think, for once, and lips part gently, when the sound of guests passing by, unruly with their laughter, chases the moment away and bruce pulls back some, letting his gaze drift towards their closed door. when they pass by, he ducks his head β swallows and looks over then to the television that still offers them noise to fill the silence. he doesnβt even know what heβs watching. itβs just there. like him. )
I, uhβ¦ can take the chair. If itβs better for you.
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this moment feels similar to thatβ¦ but also fills him with something else. something he canβt quite put his finger on. maybe because itβs bruce here on the bed and not batman on a rooftop overlooking the city. someone he hasnβt let himself be for a long time now. not genuinely, at least. not like this.
a breath on his lips β a huff of soft laughter, he swallows. just another inch closer. )
Yeah. Probably should.
( words as soft as the breath he takes β as the way her hand feels within his, thereβs a moment where he thinks to- or maybe itβs that he doesnβt think, for once, and lips part gently, when the sound of guests passing by, unruly with their laughter, chases the moment away and bruce pulls back some, letting his gaze drift towards their closed door. when they pass by, he ducks his head β swallows and looks over then to the television that still offers them noise to fill the silence. he doesnβt even know what heβs watching. itβs just there. like him. )
I, uhβ¦ can take the chair. If itβs better for you.