Bruce had just finished a long and exhausting patrol, his body aching from relentless hours on the streets. Each step felt torturous, as if gravity had doubled its weight. He hadn’t slept in months, and the fleeting micronaps he managed were hardly enough. Stumbling down to the Bat cave, he felt every muscle protest. He lazily peeled off his suit and didn’t even bother with clothes, opting instead for his Super//man underwear. Entering the room, he threw himself onto the bed, barley missing your thigh. Groaning loudly, he hugged your leg, seeking the warmth and comfort he desperately needed.