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( with the glass now removed from his hand, fingers find themselves clutching the front of dick's shirt then, making out there on the couch as if he's a teenager again.

he's overdressed but dick seems willing enough to help him with his coat and scarf, bruce letting him without much resistance. this all has the potential to snowball into something neither of them will be able to untangle themselves from soon enough and he has the means right now to slam on the breaks. mostly for dick's sake.

but does he?

no.

he kisses him more instead. skin pale in contrast to all the black he wears. the lack of heavy lighting, despite it being night, makes it easier for bruce — he sees so much better in the dark these past couple years. more awake at night and with more energy to give, a quiet burst of adrenaline bubbles inside him in a way that's different from when he's throwing fists on the streets, and it's why those kisses become a little more harder. a buildup of things he's ignored and denied himself in favor of being the vigilante he's chosen to be. not exactly bruce, but also not batman either. right now, he's something in-between. a mixture of soft and rough. )