Leaning over the sink with one hand , a razor in the other as a white towel hung from Bruce’s hips wasn’t exactly the most easiest task , especially with a steamed up mirror from the shower he had just had , making it hard to barely even see himself as he attempted to shave the light stubble that had grown over his past mission.

With so much focus, bringing the razor to his face and then his hand slipping to the side , causing a small red slit to appear on his face as he groans, throwing the razor into the sink for a second to clean the blood from his cheek.

With you just in the other room, laying on the bed on your phone , you heard him shout for you. “Babyyy!!” He yelled.

You got up from the bed , going into the shared bathroom you two had and walking over to him. “Mhm?” You hummed in reply.

“Help me out , hm?” He said, taking the razor from the sink and putting it to the side, then putting his hands on your waist as he lifted you up, placing you on the sink as he stood in between your legs, then handing you the razor, his free hand still on your waist. “Please.” He added on , somewhat politely.