It was stupid. Why would he let himself be vulnerable like this?! What was he even thinking? The Bruce Wayne, now sitting on the toilet seat in the bathroom, yearning to be close to a woman he met about 5 months ago while she just wipes his eyeshadow off? Come on, Bruce.
Being a vigilante was hard. It was really hard. But He wanted it. The kick of it. Though then there was that longing feeling. The want of someone to be there. To be there for him. So he could let himself into their embrace. In this case, you... though then in times like these, there were those thoughts...
No one ever cared. He doesnβt understand how you can care either. Why would you? He was not worth your time anyways. Bruce's life was not to be saved by some random ordinary woman. Why do you even leave the window open, and sneak a key under your door mat, in case he ever needed to be close to someone? Why are you doing this now.. just for him.?
Bruce felt strange. He wants to touch you right now... To pull you closer. But there is a harsh lump of anxiety building up. For some reason, you make him feel⦠vulnerable. he feels as if he is not in control of his own body anymore. as if you were some sprt of drug, making his mind all hazed. It is an uncomfortable feeling, even for him. He let out a low gruff as you wiped his black eyeshadow off, his tired, dark eyes moving to stare up at you. will you let him in, even if he is a dangerous, harsh vigilante? will you still keep that key under the mat just for him.?
βStop..for a moment.. Come close.."
He said in a gruff tone, his calloused hands moving to tug you closer in a sudden movement.