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Who: Bruce Wayne/Batman

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What: a halloween-themed housewarming
When: end of october
Where: primarily central
Content Warnings: TBD but let's just say Bruce being Bruce is always likely

It's Friday October 27th when this housewarming shindig happens at the townhouse in Central he's recently purchased for himself and with it being so close to Halloween, he decides to decorate it a little. Or maybe a lot. He's still trying to get the hang of this whole Bruce Wayne thing.

Either way, the lower floor of the five-story townhouse is decorated for the spooky season and the one floor he'd prefer people to stick to since he's not the only one who lives here. There's food and refreshments available with something hopefully for everyone and if you're in the mood for something a little more spooky for a drink, there's this little guy lined up along one of the tables to be enjoyed, the flavor being a tart pomegranate with a touch of sweetness to it. Yes, it can also be alcoholic and yes, he has someone stationed there to ensure those of age to drink are the ones taking the alcoholic version of that.

On your way in or out, don't forget to say hi to the concierge for the night and feel free to take your complimentary pumpkin bucket filled with candy he has for guests. Don't worry about checking the candy for trackers. It's not like he would ever do such a thing. 😇 Happy Housewarming Halloween.

ooc notes: just a stupid little housewarming mingle thrown together where bruce makes an attempt to Do Something for his kiddos and friends he has here. Diana also lives within the townhouse and so friends of hers are welcome to stop by as well if she'd invite them. whoever the kiddos want to bring along with them are also welcome to stop by but please stick to the first floor where the shindig is or else bruce is going to be Disappointed aka i'm still figuring out the rest of the floors.

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Yes.

[ She smiles at the little dog. ]

Bear, too. It was lucky for him to be found by you.

Maybe he found me.

( who's to say. )

Perhaps.

[ And maybe they all found there way here, to this world, for a reason. She squeezes his fingers, gently. ]

Come to bed.

Alright.

( smile faint there on his lips, he lets his fingers slip out of hers and shifts then. bear shifting a little himself at the movement, bruce goes and scoops the pup up in his arm as he stands, holding him close to his chest as he does. )

You too, little guy.

[ Bear yawns and cuddles into Bruce's arms, and Diana smiles, then sets a light hand at the small of his back, guiding him with her into the bedroom. It, too, is simple; a large, comfortable bed facing another window, this one with gauzy curtains drawn, more to protect her privacy than to keep out the light of moon and stars and dawn, when it comes.

She goes to her closet, drawing her shirt off as she does, and speaks over her shoulder. ]

Set him down on the bed, wherever you like.

( doing just that, bear is gently placed near the foot of the bed, a hand rubbing over his soft head as he helps the pup out of that leather jacket then. tail wagging and being on all fours, bruce sits there with him at the foot of the bed, petting him and gently trying to coax him to lay down, leather jacket set aside. a glance over his shoulder towards diana, he looks back to the pup there who's flopped over on his side, seeking belly rubs from the looks of it. )

The room's fine for you?

More than.

[ She slips into a tanktop and out of her jeans, then heads to the en suite to brush her teeth. ]

I'm afraid I don't have any shirts that will fit you. You'll have to make do without.

[ Teasing, before she slips into the bathroom. ]

Think I'll manage.

( it's said after her as she slips into the bathroom and he looks back to bear there on the bed, gently scratching at his belly before he pulls his hand away and sighs a bit.

he just... sits there. listens to the gentle sounds of diana there in the bathroom before he goes about removing his pants, leaving him in his black [surprise] boxer briefs. tie pulled off around his neck and shirt unbuttoned, he glances over to bear there beside him — watches the way in which the pup settles down there and sits there with him, leaving his shirt open as he cards fingers through his hair, pushing it back some. )

[ When she comes back, she walks toward him through the dark room, nudging his knees apart so she can stand between them and run her own fingers through his hair. Gently tugging his head back so she can look down into his face.

Her eyes and voice both soft. ]

Come lie down with me.

( he lets his head tip back as she wants — lets blue eyes look up to her with that softness in them they tend to have for her and he leans back on a hand, the other reaching up to gently stroke along the curve of her waist. )

If that's what you want, princess.

[ She smiles as he calls her by her title. It always sounds just a hair sardonic coming from him. Like it should be a nickname, instead of her birthright. Leaning down, she presses her lips to his, gentle but certain. ]

It is.

Then I guess it's bedtime.

( he's very mindful of bear there beside them on the foot of the bed and so he's careful in the way he leans up into her just a touch, letting that kiss linger for just a few moments longer. when it breaks, he noses her. soft. a lick over his lips as if to taste her like always, then finally gets himself up to stand and goes about slowly removing the unbuttoned shirt from himself. )

Yes.

[ She goes around the bed to pull back the sheets and slip beneath them, watching as the fabric slips off his shoulders, leaving him pale and scarred in the shadows of her room. The sheets are cool and crisp and she shifts toward the middle of the bed, pulling back the rest so he can join her.

Bear gets up to turn around, then settles back into a curled-up ball of sweet, snoozing puppy. ]

I think Bear has the right idea.

Seems like it.

( with the shirt now removed and set aside with his tie, he rolls his shoulders back a couple times — cracks his knuckles in a slow manner, and rounds the bed with a glance over his shoulder to the large windows there in the room.

sheets pulled back courtesy of her, he joins her there in the bed, knee sinking down into the mattress first before he lets himself drop down to it gently with a soft huff, hand coming up to card fingers through his hair. stretched out on his back, a knee ends up bent beneath the sheets and he stares up to the ceiling. just... needing a second for his mind to accept this. )

[ The bed shifts as he gets in, and she waits for him to lie back before tugging the sheets up over them both and laying her head on her pillow, looking over at him. ]

You did well tonight, I thought.

Did I?

( it's asked with a soft puff of amusement there on his lips, fingers gently tugging at strands of his hair, arm bent, lolling his head some to look over to her beside him. )

Didn't think you were keeping an eye on me.

( aside from the whole talking to kyle part. )

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About as much of one as you were keeping on me.

[ She'd caught those glances he'd been flicking her way throughout the night. ]

I was just making sure you were having a good time.

( smooth, right? )

I was.

[ She shifts closer, slips an arm over his stomach beneath the sheets. ]

I appreciate the concern.

( when she slips in close, he drops his arm down — lets it loosely wrap itself around her like on the couch. )

Then I'm glad.

[ As he slides his arm around her, she moves under the sheets until she's lying against his side, her cheek on his pillow, close enough to nuzzle at his jaw, his neck, as her eyes slide closed. Her arm still relaxed and warm over his body. ]

Thank you for offering the space here.

( all of this is... comfortable. something he hasn't really felt or let himself feel for some time now. he worries he might get used to it, knowing he can't. or, that he shouldn't. moments like these... does he even deserve them? is he allowed them? he doesn't know.

laying there with her, he slowly blinks, feeling the way sleep tugs at him. )

Of course. ( words soft, fingers lazily drawing patterns along her shoulder. ) Happy to help.

You have a generous heart.

[ She hums a soft, contented sound as his fingers trace over her shoulder and relaxes against him. Warm, sleepy. The light of the moon slipping in past the curtains, limning him and Bear in silver. ]

Ready to sleep?

Yeah. ( a beat. ) Least for a few hours.

( before he's up and at it again. like always. )

Of course.

[ She can hope he'll allow himself more time than that, but Bruce has always been driven. Diana mouths a light kiss over his shoulder and sighs, relaxing into the bed, into the warmth of his body. ]

Goodnight, Bruce.

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