( it's a tenderness he hasn't had much in his life β a gentleness he often doesn't believe he needs or deserves. yet when he finds himself with it, despite his not always knowing what to do with it, there's a quiet acceptance of it at the same time... perhaps even a silent yearning for it, deep down.
her lips brush over his and he finds himself unable to pull away. why would he ever? here, in this quiet moment they have with each other. tomorrow, he thinks, and yet... so gently does he let his own lips find hers as they'd done that night in the motel room. a kiss, like then, so soft and sweet. a contrast to how batman carries himself. stoic, intimidating. how bruce even carries himself. distant, quiet. yet genuine in such softness, such sweetness, as if from the very depths of a vulnerable persona. )
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her lips brush over his and he finds himself unable to pull away. why would he ever? here, in this quiet moment they have with each other. tomorrow, he thinks, and yet... so gently does he let his own lips find hers as they'd done that night in the motel room. a kiss, like then, so soft and sweet. a contrast to how batman carries himself. stoic, intimidating. how bruce even carries himself. distant, quiet. yet genuine in such softness, such sweetness, as if from the very depths of a vulnerable persona. )