Making Headlines ~ Bruce Wayne [PAUSED]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞

Bruce walks carelessly through your hallway. He doesn't care to be silent enough for you to not catch him, he expects you to know he's in the apartment. His boots aren't exactly the lightest of shoes, especially over your home's wooden flooring. He brings his hands to his hair, trying to smooth down the droplets of rain that fell onto his head when he took his helmet off.

He turns to walk into your bedroom and, just as expected, you pause to look at him through the mirror. Black jeans in one hand and a hoodie of the same color in the other.

"At this point, is it even worth it to give you a key?" You ask him, not even finding yourself startled with seeing him.

"I can always get caught." Bruce answers from the doorway.

"Right." You whisper to yourself.

He finally walks into the large bedroom, the one he can proudly say he has found himself familiar with. It has been a week since he had asked you on the date, he didn't exactly expect the days to pass this quickly.

Bruce stares at you, and you're looking down at the pair of jeans in your hand with a very concentrated look on your face. You're basically only wearing a t-shirt, as the rest of the clothes lay in your hands, but it's not your fault for not being dressed in time. Bruce was the one that grew bored at home and just casually drove himself here.

You walk over to the bed to throw the hoodie down and begin to put on the jeans. Bruce doesn't stop walking, but his steps are small. He watches as you pull the jeans over your hips with the help of a small jump, and fasten them at your waist. As you're entertained with adjusting the t-shirt over the pants, Bruce leans on the bedpost, looking at you.

You turn to the bed to grab the hoodie that you picked out. It is an oversized hoodie but it's not one of Bruce's - for now since you do intend on grabbing something of his. His clothes are always softer, for some reason. You walk past Bruce and grab the hoodie. You slide it on and adjust it over your figure.

You walk over to Bruce, the hood still over your head and hair still underneath the fabric, and grab onto his sides. You lean your head to look up and, with a quick movement, you finally greet him with a kiss. You pull away from the fast kiss since it was nothing but a peck, but Bruce has his hands on the back of your head right after. He holds your head steady and leans down to rebegin a kiss.

Your hands fist onto the fabric of his hoodie as your tongues touch into the heating make-out, and you step closer to him. Bruce reacts similarly, grabbing onto your figure and continuing the kiss.

"Wait." You whisper as you pull away, "I didn't spend this much time deciding on an outfit for us to do this now."

"You took time choosing an all-black outfit?" Bruce asks with a hint of a smile on his face as he pulls away.

"Your lack of understanding of the different types of black fabric is concerning." You tell the man in front of you, making his expression break into a smile while looking down at you. "Now, let me go so I can put some shoes on."

(...)

Bruce found it quite easy to actually influence you into getting on the bike. He's sure you know that it will probably rain again during the night, but it only took two dramatic sighs out of you to actually put the helmet on and get on the bike.

Oh, and, of course, two sighs and a threat. Something along the lines of "If you go too fast, know that I will absolutely murder you". Something he's sure he shouldn't have laughed at or even felt amused by. But, to be quite honest, he finds himself reacting to everything you say threateningly in that way.

He does drive slower than usual, but it is still fast, nonetheless. You don't complain during the ride. And that would be because you are indeed freaking out a tiny bit and using the helmet as your greatest weapon - it hides your freaking-out face and isolates any possible noises.