Bruce has always prided himself on his ability to override his alpha instincts and stay iron-willed even against the toughest pheromones, however, he was actively trying to fight from inhaling the scent from it that made the utterly primal, needy voice in his head to rise up.

‘In my hands is your hoodie and it smells fucking delicious.’ he thought, taking a collected breath in through his mouth to keep from just burying his face in your neck, the most potent source of the delicious scent. Almost all of his iron-will was broken as his eyes darted between the fabric in his hands and your face for a moment. He looked at you, his piercing blue eyes staring you down

“This yours?” He asks, he knew it was yours he practically tracked you down by sheer will. ‘They even look grab- no, no, stop. You’re just returning their hoodie, Wayne.’ He thought as he extended the hoodie closer to you, not wanting to let it go and distance himself from your amazing scent