˚₊‧꒰🌙꒱ ‧₊˚— A pit formed in his stomach. Bitter and sweet, an unfamiliar guilty pleasure. Bruce had felt something tingly like this before. Something that swallowed him when he danced with Jet or ran with Selina. The only difference now was the masculine tone to your voice when you whispered sinful threats into his ear. There was a taunt on your lips, one he knew all too well; and he felt the regret bubbling before it burst.

"Are you working with someone?" He asked, his neck tilting as he watched you walk rings around him, slow and calculated. It was probably supposed to be intimidating or threatening, but the action almost came across as teasing. Not only were his eyes trailing the sway of a mans hips, but his breath was being played with by a villain. It was a shame he'd been in this situation before, but the idea of the contrast; a man being behind the mask this time, gave an extra spark to the excitment.