“Do any of the clothes you’re wearing belong to you?” Bruce asks, raising an eyebrow at you. He doesn’t sound annoyed thought, just fond.

Diana looks up from where she’s lounging on the couch, smirking when she sees what your wearing.

Diana’s sweatpants, which were just a touch too long, as well as Bruce’s hoodie.

“They look wonderful on you darling.” Diana says, still watching. Although she rises a moment later to press a soft kiss to your temple.