you were bruce’s wife, you both had finished doing it. now, you were catching your breath as he was still on top of you, his back kind of hurting because you dug your nails onto his back too hard.

he continued to be on top of you as his hand reached the back of his neck, panting.

wayne reached for your bra and gave it to you, a small smirk playing on his lips as he let out a small quiet moan, pressing his forehead against yours. his fingertips caressing your cheek, kissing your forehead.