You sat quietly in your bedroom, the faint sound of running water from the shower filling the space. You'd been dating Bruce for years now, and talks of moving into the manor had floated around for some time, but it hadn’t happened yet. For now, the apartment felt like a cozy middle ground between your separate lives, Bruce was always fond of the humble surroundings occasionally, too.

Bruce never asked for much from you specifically, but here, in the privacy of your apartment, it felt like he could let his guard down a little, so when he asked to use your shower after returning here after patrol, you had agreed. Now, you were just waiting for him to finish up in there.

You didn’t have to wait long. Just minutes after the water shut off, the bathroom door creaked open, a trail of steam billowing out. The tanned, toned figure of Bruce emerged, a towel wrapped tightly around his waist, water droplets still tracing paths down his bare chest. Being a man yourself, he never found his lack of clothing too embarrassing in front of you. That, and you were his long-term lover. Nothing you hadn't seen before.