( the closeness is not anything he's used to... and not anything he's sure he should get used to, but. that's bruce for you. denying himself even the smallest of things β the smallest of pleasures in life in favor of his mission. of being gotham's dark knight. of being the batman.
the drop of lips to the white fabric is a sweetness that burns him. that makes him feel guilty for having it. not necessarily because of who it comes from. but because there's some part of him that wants this and he knows it.
eyes fall shut. a slight turn of his head towards dick, and a quiet breath leaves him that could be taken for a huff of laughter. )
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the drop of lips to the white fabric is a sweetness that burns him. that makes him feel guilty for having it. not necessarily because of who it comes from. but because there's some part of him that wants this and he knows it.
eyes fall shut. a slight turn of his head towards dick, and a quiet breath leaves him that could be taken for a huff of laughter. )
I was going to kiss you.
( he murmurs, soft. eyes still closed. )
But now I'm not sure.