( it's not exactly an interrogation he's putting the other man through and yet, at the same time, he can't exactly say he isn't curious about those desires so deeply hidden within him.
there's something about hearing them on those lips β something about the way dick craves what he craves as a means to scratch an itch he has for the man. for some other version of a mentor and father figure he's had for years now. something about that ticks off something deeply dark within bruce and he wonders just how deep that well β that void of sorts goes. )
I know. ( the words are soft. almost nonchalant. gaze fixed on the way dick takes the toy. ) You've been wanting this for awhile, haven't you?
( he lifts his gaze from his work to meet dick's for just a moment, purposefully pressing the toy a little deeper inside the other man. )
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there's something about hearing them on those lips β something about the way dick craves what he craves as a means to scratch an itch he has for the man. for some other version of a mentor and father figure he's had for years now. something about that ticks off something deeply dark within bruce and he wonders just how deep that well β that void of sorts goes. )
I know. ( the words are soft. almost nonchalant. gaze fixed on the way dick takes the toy. ) You've been wanting this for awhile, haven't you?
( he lifts his gaze from his work to meet dick's for just a moment, purposefully pressing the toy a little deeper inside the other man. )
It's ok to tell me. It's just between us.