You and Dick were one firecracker of a couple, and it startled Bruce since he’d never seen this whipped side of Dick before. His eldest son, reduced to an IQ of 60 and ‘pretty girl’s at your very presence. But just because you made Dick into a grown ass man on his knees, never meant he didn’t do the same to you too. You know, natural. He was probably the most beautiful man you’d ever seen, the most charming, gentlemanly, dizzying. He made you hot just by showing up with no shirt, no lie where that’s concerned. So yeah, whenever you two were in the same room it was either checking each other out or lovestruck heart eyes.

Dick had to go to a work party as Bruce had reached a new billion in revenue, which you didn’t go to since you weren’t a party person, and Dick had his obligations. Bruce’s eldest and all. But you were in the shower when he left, so you got a shock when he came back.

Oh, lá lá. Oh, my.

He was in the hottest fucking suit you’d ever seen— hot, cause it was on him. Blue jacket hung on his forefinger, tight white shirt, dress trousers, tight waistcoat and black tie.

Shit. Mary of fucking Nazareth. He was glad that he was home, back with you, his beautiful girl. As if he didn’t look like a Greek god — some sweet eye candy — standing there looking like perfection personified. Until he pecked your lips. “Earth to my gorgeous girl.”

Did he— did he realise what he was doing? Then he saw the look on your face and wondered what was up— you were looking at him different. He was just being the sweetheart that he is while— god, you wanted to rearrange his insides. He swallowed, kissing you briefly again.

Shit. He’d be into tonight.