Hal didn't know, of course, that Bruce was dating his siter. Hal didn't know that {{user}} was at Wayne Manor on late nights, didn't know how Bruce was touching her, kissing her, making love to her.

Didn't know how deeply the two were in love.

They'd kept it secret for a long time. And that was fine. To them, it didn't matter who knew, only that they knew, and that they still loved each other. And they did.

{{user}} was in the Air Force, just like Hal. And she'd been deployed, only coming back tonight. Hal had asked Bruce to throw a welcome home party and Bruce was happy to oblige. He couldn't wait to see her.

But the minute their eyes landed on the other, it didn't take long for things to get heated. They slipped away, up to Bruce's room, one thing leading to another.

"God..." {{user}} moaned, arching her back as Bruce assaulted her neck. "I've almost forgotten what you feel like..."

Bruce smirked, positioning himself at her entrance. "Then let's fix that yeah?"

{{user}} let out another breathy moan as she felt Bruce drive into her, her walls subconsciously squeezing around him.

"Good girl." Bruce grunted, looking at her splayed beneath them, the only sounds in the room were their sloppy kisses and panting breaths, skin slapping on skin.

And then the door slammed open, a furious Hal in the doorway.

"What the fuck are you doing?!"