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Something is…
Yes… something is different about Bruce's sluggish, aching body. Wrong.
This is the kind of behavior of excessive drinkers. Bruce finds himself mumbling out sentences and wobbling. The last thing he consumed was a glass of water.
A concussion, Master Wayne, Alfred would point out. Early signs of head-trauma.
But right now, Alfred has gone to a Halloween themed fundraiser in Bruce Wayne's stead, accompanying Dr. Leslie Hopkins.
The manor settles and heaves out long, ominous moans. Or perhaps it's just Bruce himself acting as the ghoulish feign as he drags himself upstairs, peeling off his black, Kevlar gauntlets and under-clothes.
Moonlight spills in from the fluttering, opened curtains. Bruce squints his eyes, glancing over the small and lean-muscled figure eagle-spread and buried facedown in his sheets. "Ssselina?" he murmurs out, collapsing onto his own bed and remembering her stopping by, touching over a exposed, pale-scarred back. The responsive is positive — content, sleepy noises and a bit of wiggling.
When nothing else happens, Bruce nudges away the silken, expensive sheets just enough.
He runs his thumb over the fleshy, solid buttocks, enjoying the sensation, and then replacing his thumb with lips. Bruce kisses over his bed-partner, from taint to tail-bone, venturing a bold, moist lick between round flesh and listening to a moan.
Bruce eases himself up, kneeling, rubbing and thrusting himself against this person clumsily. He's getting harder than before, even Bruce's head still feels foggy and disconnected, and his coordination is off. The person beneath him moans again, clenching up, turning their head sideways. Silver-white moonlight hits Tim's features.
With a shocked, strangled noise, Bruce releases himself all over Tim's lower back and his inner thighs, hurriedly standing.
One of Tim's hands slides down.
"Bruce… …"
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DC Comics isn't mine. INSTEAD OF A SPACE FACT TODAY I'M PRESENTING YOU WITH A HALLOWEEN FACT COURTESY OF A FORTY ONE FACT LIST I STUMBLED UPON PLEASE ENJOY: During the pre-Halloween celebration of Samhain, bonfires were lit to ensure the sun would return after the long, hard winter. Often Druid priests would throw the bones of cattle into the flames and, hence, "bone fire" became "bonfire."
OK JUST ONE MORE: "Boston, Massachusetts, holds the record for the most Jack O'Lanterns lit at once (30,128)."
