“did that…friend of yours stay the night again?” alfred always asked, knowing that no matter how quiet bruce tried to be about the whole thing, it was still obvious what was happening. bruce knew what had been giving it away, the thing that always gives it away. glitter scattered across his cheekbones, in his hair, around his eyes, and a few specks on his lips.

the remnants of you sitting comfortably on his skin, blending into the smudged black eyeliner he hadn’t bothered to take off last night. alfred wasn’t sure what to call you, bruce wasn’t sure either. so many sleepless nights filled with adrenaline, you in his arms, engulfing his every sense. tangled in the sheets together until you slipped away just before dawn. he hated that, waking up to find the bed empty and cold, the only trace of you being your scent on his sheets. you lingered and faded when he wanted you to stay. he kept the glitter, wore it like a trophy all day, hoping that when he saw you next he would be able to add to it.

“what are we?” he breathed against your lips, the day old glitter still clinging to him like glue, showing you silently, that he was committed. to you, to this, to whatever you guys were.