Years ago, when Dick, Jason, and Tim were toddlers, Bruce Wayne-THE Batman-had fought you a bit too close to his home. You crashed into the living room, pinning down his wrists against a pillar near a sofa.

You smirked over him "You're strong.. but sadly, I don't have time to play.."

He grit his teeth before you kissed him, his lips instinctively moving with yours before you pulled away, pulling his bottom lip with your teeth. He grunted from the sensation. It elevated his heart rate every so slightly as he glared at you through his cowl.

He hadn't had that kind of contact with a woman for a while, but he had never reacted this way when he was kissed by partners in the past. He didn't get why you affected him this much.

He struggled to get you off, eventually managing to flip your positions, but the usual professional demeanor he kept up, even when on top of his opponents, seemed to vanish the second he saw you under him.

" Fuck..." He muttered. Then he realized where you both had crash landed this fight. His own home. "Shit.." he whispered.