an: happy birthday bruce :P lmk if it's a little short lol

You should be used to sleeping alone in this house, but after days like today, you stare up at the glass ceiling. It's cloudy and dark. You turn on the TV, frowning when you see it's on the security footage around the building. That's exactly what you want to see to calm your nerves...

Speaking of, you decide to go check on Bruce. You tip-toe down the hall, not wanting to wake Alfred and Richard as you make your way to the study. You make a mental note to ask Bruce if he made a secret hall or something to get to the study faster as you open the dark oak door.

The cave is much cooler than upstairs and you shiver in your pajamas, wishing you brought your robe, but don't trek back up to get it. He's still out, you can hear his faint breathing as he's watching The Penguin talk to a shadowy figure through his binoculars. You take a seat as you watch too, getting your journal to jot down anything important. You don't have to guess who the figure is as you messily write that The Penguin is hiding Scarecrow.

He takes the binoculars down as he leaves his perch. There's nothing he can do but tell Jim to deal with it later. You frown as you wipe your eyes. You need them to do something more than that. If you were Batman, you would have swooped in and kicked their asses and reprimanded Scarecrow then and there. Or maybe it's someone else which is why he hesitated. You would have to ask later as he gets on his motorcycle. You wonder where he's going next as you sit back in the chair, watching as the orange street lights illuminate his view. You recognize the streets, figuring he's coming home. You don't want to dive into his evening, sleep trying to call you back.

Back in your room, sleepiness does not come. You lie on the bed, wondering if he made it back yet. Maybe you need his touch, need to feel him around you... You sigh as you roll your side, a familiar pressure between your thighs. You get up, going to the closet. He must have put those toys away somewhere. You open some drawers, feeling like a naughty madman trying to find a vibrator. You find the jackpot buried underneath your laciest lingerie. You pull out a pink clit sucker toy and sigh. This should do the trick.

You can tell Bruce is back when you return to your room. You see his jacket lying on the chair, his belongings scattered on the table. You just don't see him. You frown, the horniness you felt earlier subsiding. Maybe he went to look for you since you weren't in bed. You go with that thought and not the fleeting one that Thomas is back. You don't think a sex toy would keep you safe. Though Alfred and Richard probably can.

You slip back into the bed, waiting for a moment to see if he'll show. Still nothing. You wonder where he is as you give into your earlier temptations, still not sleepy. You lie on your back as the toy purrs to life against your clit. You exhale, remembering how strong his toys were compared to others as you sit up on your elbows.

You imagine Bruce is here, watching as your hips react to the toy, slipping your hand between your thighs to keep the toy still. You remember the hotel, how his cock felt as the toy tortured these bundle of nerves. You moan softly as you increase the intensity.

You know he's watching now though, moving quietly in the darkness, but watching in a corner. You don't know if you want him to join as you toss your head back, your wetness coating your fingertips as you hold the toy. Your fantasies take over as you do think of him fucking you passionately, your hips bucking as he pounds you into the bed, your legs starting to tremble as you press the increase button.

You gasp, snapping your head up as you scramble up the bed, trying to run away from your self-inflicted pleasure, your legs closing around your wrists. You see Bruce more clearly now, his eyes bewildered as he watches you, your panting getting louder. You want to say something to him but words fail you as you accidentally press the highest setting. You try not to be too loud as you let out a surprised moan followed by a laugh as the toy rumbles against your body.

"You're getting close (Y/N)." He says as he steps closer. Your free arm covers your face as you lie back against your satin pillowcase, your hips bucking against the strong toy. He almost reaches out but sits in his chair. You push the covers off your heated body as you mewl, letting him see your hand pressed against your panties as the toy mindlessly puffs against you. You can make out a smirk as he spreads his legs, sitting more aloof as your breathing gets more ragged.

"That toy..." He says as he pulls out his phone. The buzzing stops for a moment before roaring back to life and going into patterns. You roll to your side, toes curling as you bring your knees back up to your chest as he moves it like a circular rollercoaster. He rests the phone on the table, keeping the vibrations at a high as he pushes his sweats down. You see his cock spring out in the darkness and you want it, crave it. His hand comes down, rubbing his shaft as he tries to match his strokes to the patterns.

You turn your head towards the sheets, burying your mouth as his patterns drive you insane, legs trembling as knots and butterflies form in your belly. You want to watch him however as he thrusts into his fist, watching as you writhe.

"I don't want you to come yet, (Y/N)." He says gruffly before panting as he continues to fuck his hand.

"I don't think I can wait." You reply quickly, as he brings the vibrations back to the soft, but still powerful intensity. He shakes his head as he slows his strokes. "Then let's take a break." He says, his cock twitching as he stops. "Take off your panties."

You whine as he turns the vibrations off, but follow his commands, tossing the ruined fabric on the floor. He groans, seeing your bare sex before returning the toy. "Perfect." He starts to slowly stroke his cock, standing up to get closer to you.

"Open your mouth."

You glance up at him as he makes a low vibrating pattern with the toy, his hand taking over yours as you take his cock in your mouth. He moans softly, pushing your hair back as you take him as deep as you can before bobbing your head along the length. Your legs fall open your tongue rolls against the thick underside vein, brows knitting together as you rock your hips with the toy he keeps firm between your thighs. He lets go of your hair as he reaches for his phone, increasing your pleasure as you moan around his shaft. A heat wave goes across your skin as you close your eyes, bucking your hips as the toys teases you.

You try to take him deeper with each bob, focusing on how his cock takes over your airwaves as your nose caresses his shirt before you come up again. He grunts at this action, pushing the toy to its limits. You pull your mouth off his cock as you whimper, stroking his wet shaft. "I need you."

He breathes heavily through his nostrils as he lets go of your toy. "I don't want the bed to give us away." He says softly as he turns the toy off. You start to whine as he helps you up, pressing his cool lips against yours. He leads you to the bathroom, and double sink vanity more specifically, before closing and locking the door.

"More soundproof." He says, his voice barely above a whisper. You rest against the counter as he peels his dark shirt off. His eyes are a dark mess, not having a chance to turn back to normal before you caught him off guard. He turns you to face the mirror, pressing his cock against your ass, as his hand rests on your neck, tilting your face up towards his as he turns your head to kiss him. You moan softly against his lips before he bends his knees, his cock searching for your warm heat. He lets go of you, bringing your hips back to his as he thrusts inside, your walls clenching.

You roll your head down, panting as you hold on to the dark marble counter as he slams his hips into yours. You bend over as you press your ass back against his strokes. The sound of your skin against his fills the large bathroom. You're glad the sink is firm against your thighs, hurting a little bit, but keeps you upright as he picks up his pace, moaning as he watches your skin meet, the ripples of impact on your skin.

"You feel amazing, my love." He whispers as his fingers leave impressions on your thighs as he holds you tighter. You glance up, watching as his face contorted with each stroke, his brows knitting low. His eyes are closed as the dark face paint starts to run down his cheeks from the sweat.

You close your eyes as you stand on your tiptoes, urging him to take you deeper. "I love you, I love you, I love you." You murmur as you clench around his cock, your stomach flipping as you feel him getting closer, his tip feeling more engorged as it presses deep against your cervix.

One hand lets go of your hips as he forces you to look at the mirror, his breathing harsh. "I want you to cum with me, please. Fuck." He commands as he pounds his hips into yours. You nod vigorously as your high pitch moans escape your throat, welcoming his incoming release as goosebumps shiver down your spine. He picks up his pace again, holding your torso against his body before shuddering, the tip pulsing and filling you.

If it weren't for his hands keeping you up, you would have crumpled, your legs tense and shaky as you flood around him, the color almost leaving your knuckles as you hold the counter tight. He pulls out, both of you moaning from the release. He rests his head on your shoulder, his warm breath heating your clammy skin. He presses a soft kiss on your skin.

"I was not expecting to be welcomed back in this manner," Bruce says after a moment. You go to the hidden toilet closing the door as your legs wobble.

"I couldn't sleep." You say, knowing he hasn't left yet. "How come?" He asks.

You hear the shower start, the rushing water against the slate tiles sounding almost like rain. You shrug. Once he left, Sabrina wasn't as cold. She played a few rounds of Tekken with Richard who lost all but one round and then helped Dunham clean up after the impromptu pizza he made for Richard. You talked to her partner, Nina, who just wanted to talk about weddings and thinking about Ximena whenever she will get married.

You sigh, rubbing your eyes, sleepiness creeping on you. You leave the small enclosure, taking off your small chemise as you join him in the shower. He hands you your soap and loofah as you give a small smile. "Overwhelmed by today. I feel for you and Richard, but I don't know what more I can do."

Bruce's face is now clean of any of the dark paint he dons for Batman as he studies your face. "You don't need to do anything, my angel. We will get through this." He brings your hand up to his lips, kissing it gently. "Besides, I can't dwell on it for too long... There are still things I must attend that I can't let bad press ruin. The Harvestfest will have more eyes on it because of yesterday. I'll have to endure more at the Thanksgiving party." He rolls his eyes as you turn away, Bruce automatically washing your back, careful not to get your hair wet. "That's all true, but what about Richard?"

He sighs deeply as you turn to face him. "Richard will go to the Harvestfest with us. I think if he's around youth in Gotham, not the suburbs, they'll treat him differently."

You doubt that but are too tired to argue as you both finish up cleaning.