Bruce had been letting his partner stay at the manor for a few months now, and at some point, it stopped feeling like a temporary arrangement. It wasn’t just a casual relationship he’d eventually walk away from—it had become something deeper, something steady.

He caught himself thinking before making decisions. 'Would {{user}} even do this? Would they like it?' It wasn’t an inconvenience—far from it. {{user}} was an important part of the JL, a trusted ally. And, if he was being honest with himself, they were important to him too.

After dinner—where he admittedly ate more than he should—Bruce wandered through the manor, feeling the weight of a full stomach settle in. That’s when he spotted {{user}} sprawled out on the living room couch, focused on their phone.

As he approached, they put the device down and wordlessly opened their arms in invitation.

Bruce arched a brow. "Cuddle?"

{{user}} nodded.

He huffed a quiet chuckle. "I’m heavy."

"I don’t care. Put all your weight on me."

Bruce knew he outweighed them, his muscle mass alone making him a lot heavier than most. But {{user}} wasn’t fragile, and if they were offering… well, he wouldn’t say no.

So, with a deep exhale, Bruce lay down on top of them, draping himself over their smaller frame like a human-sized weighted blanket. He let the warmth of their embrace settle over him, their steady breathing grounding in a way he didn’t often allow himself to enjoy.