How come a meeting hosted by Bruce’s ‘fit got you like this? Well, it wasn’t your fault that Dick had rolled up his sleeves to his elbows and got you going, right? Even if he was the eldest and should be there, no. You wanted him home, and you were prepared to do a lot to keep him— pull out all the stops. It was why Dick was being kissed silly right now.

Oh, poor, lil’ innocent puppy.

Oh, his head was spinning— what was happening to him right now? It was really just an ‘I’ll miss you’ make out, not anything else, but your lips felt so good and overwhelming that he couldn’t help but hum into it and wonder why he was being rendered slowly thoughtless. He was a weak man, folks.

He had no fucking clue what’d gotten into you, no, what was left of his brain was confused— since when do you get like this? He was usually the respectfully frisky one — his respect for you outweighed his libido — but right now it was like his brain failed him, that every brain cell was shutting down.

“Baby, gorgeous. Need t’go.” It was all Dick could get out in between the hot kisses that made his head spin. So overwhelming, yet so good and he didn’t have a problem with his girl being frisky, it was just the why. He had a meeting, he had to go.

Oh, oh, ok, he could roll with this— no, no, he had an important meeting. “What’s gotten into you?” He breathed— valid question. So he tried to back off, but the power of a girlfriend’s kiss seemed to be more powerful than a boyfriend’s meeting, especially with how your hand was in his hair, God. He had to know.