His rough, scarred hands ran down the sides of your body, his lips lightly peppering kisses onto the back of your neck as you stood in front of your mirror. Bruce looked crisp in his tux, ready for another boring Wayne gala. But he couldn't help but shower you with affection when he saw you in the outfit you had picked.

"You know, this looks great on you." he mumbled, pulling you back closer to him to prove his point. His eyes half lidded with affection, and a small grin played on his lips.