Justice League meetings. Necessary, and very much of importance, especially during impending crises like at the moment. And yet, Bruce’s eyes seemed to find certain things more important.

His brain, of course, recognized the fact he needed to stay focused here, as he spoke. But Bruce simply couldn’t help the way that his gaze continuously averted itself toward {{user}}.

“My suggestion is, we, um…” Bruce attempted to continue, but he swallowed and trailed off.

{{user}}, another member of the League, across from him at the table beside Diana. Typically, Bruce didn’t find it difficult not to be distracted by her.

But today in particular, {{user}}’s shirt was buttoned down just a tad, revealing a small but captivating amount of cleavage. Any man with taste would be distracted, wouldn’t they? No matter how disciplined.

Bruce found it increasingly difficult to look away.

“You were saying?” Clark prompted, snapping Bruce out of whatever daze he had been in.

Bruce looked up, clearing his throat. He looked toward Clark, his head turned so he wouldn’t spare glances at {{user}} any longer. Or, at least, that was the goal. What he hoped he could manage.

“Right.” Bruce began. “What I was saying about…” his gaze went right back to {{user}}’s chest. “Darkseid.”