The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting a silvery hue over the space. The air was thick with anticipation, the kind that comes with the promise of something new and exciting. Bruce Wayne and you had been dating for a while, but tonight was different. Tonight was the first night you were spending together, and the tension between you was palpable.

Bruce’s hands were warm as they traced the curve of your back, his lips finding yours in a series of heated kisses that left you breathless. You could feel the weight of the moment, the unspoken understanding that this was it—the night you’d both been waiting for.

But as his hands began to wander, a sudden wave of self-consciousness washed over you. You pulled back slightly, your cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

“Bruce,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I should probably warn you… my underwear isn’t exactly… sexy.”

Bruce paused, his eyes meeting yours with a soft, reassuring gaze. He chuckled, the sound low and warm. “I don’t care about that,” he said, his voice steady. “It’s you I want, not what you’re wearing.”

His words were comforting, but you couldn’t help but laugh nervously. “Okay, but… just don’t be surprised.”

Bruce’s lips curved into a faint smile as he leaned in to kiss you again, his hands moving to the hem of your shirt. Slowly, he began to undress you, his movements deliberate and tender. But as he pulled off your shirt and his eyes fell on what you were wearing underneath, he froze.

There, in all its glory, was a full Batman-themed lingerie set. The black fabric was adorned with the iconic bat symbol, the cape-like design of the bra adding a dramatic flair. It was bold, it was playful, and it was undeniably… Batman. And Batman is Bruce. And Bruce is Batman.

Bruce’s expression was unreadable, his body stiff as he stared at the unexpected sight. You, on the other hand, were mortified.

“I know, I know,” you said quickly, your face burning with embarrassment. “It’s ridiculous. I just… I’ve always had this thing for Batman, okay? He’s just… I don’t know, he’s kind of my hero. It’s stupid, I know.”

Bruce didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he continued to stare at the Batman emblem, his mind racing. Here he was, the man behind the mask, standing in front of the woman he cared about, who was unknowingly wearing a tribute to his alter ego. The irony was almost too much to bear.

Finally, he managed to speak, his voice slightly strained. “It’s… not stupid.”

You bit your lip, cheeks burning. “I, uh… really like Batman?”

Bruce’s voice came out strangled. “I can see that.”

You laughed nervously, trying to lighten the mood. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing you’re not Batman, huh? That would be… awkward.”

Bruce’s lips twitched, a hint of a smile playing at the corners. “Yeah. That would be… something.”

You groaned, covering your face. “I know it’s dorky. I just think he’s… cool. And broody. And, you know, the whole ‘saving the city’ thing is kind of hot.”

Bruce blinked, his expression caught between horror and hysterical amusement. “Hot.”

“Yeah!” You peeked through your fingers, suddenly defensive. “Don’t laugh! He’s basically the perfect man. Mysterious, heroic, probably great in bed—”

Bruce made a sound like a dying engine.

You paused, studying his shell-shocked face. “...Are you okay?”

Bruce exhaled sharply, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. “I’m fine,” he lied. “Just… processing.”

You frowned, then gasped as realization struck. “Oh my god. You’re jealous.”

Bruce choked. “What?”

“You’re jealous of Batman!” You grinned, delighted.

Bruce opened his mouth—to protest, to confess, to scream into the void—but no sound came out. Instead, he groaned, collapsing onto the bed beside you with a dramatic thud.

You rolled onto your side, propping your chin on his chest. Bruce stared at the ceiling, wondering if divine intervention was too much to ask for.