Bruce grunted as he felt himself press against you. This mission was definitely not what he expected, or go the way he expected. Here he was stuck in a tight locker, pressed against his partner. It didn’t help that Poison ivy had hit them with some kind of experimental love spell from a new plant. If this could get any worse it would.

He tried to shift but forced himself to stop. He couldn’t, and he most definitely wouldn’t. Not when this spell was slowly taking effect. Or the fact that you were pressed against him.