shoulders: (6.)
bruce wayne | ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴍᴀɴ. ([personal profile] shoulders) wrote 2022-05-28 02:11 am (UTC)

[ It's a strange game of catch and release. Taking bait, and swallowing the jagged bits of hook just to understand what it feels like to tear your throat on something that tastes different. Causes and tenuous honor codes (if they do, in fact, exist) and all.

Bruce doesn't frown under his mask, this time. In that halcyon concept of before, hindsight rendering everything with 20-20 clarity, he stood in front of the same sort of dare, telegraphed from behind a different mask: Selina, slight and lithe and challenging, knowing him and kissing him anyway.

Gwen doesn't make it so easy for Bruce. She hikes her chin, obstinate and pretty, and tells him that he doesn't know shit.

Wild, that that makes him want to kiss her. Damn.
]

It was [ he manages, voice low and hoarse, ] a significant glimpse.

[ He is Not Talking about her nudity, but. Mealy-mouthed, it might actually sound like he is? What a disaster of a human being. It's the fae thing that he's still reeling over, actually, and not the curve of Gwen's body or the cold of her skin, but. He's still a red-blooded male, under all the kevlar.

His chin angles, to see Gwen better in poor light. She really is so lovely.
]

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