Wally always knew Bruce was more at home in the dark, knew he preferred to slink in from the shadows to pounce on unsuspecting victims, but he never really thought that would transfer into the bedroom. Reflecting on it he thinks that he's never really seen Bruce naked. Lights go out whenever makeouts start turning into heavy petting, or else it's just pants that are removed. He knows from touch, from the way the Batsuit molds to his body that Bruce is ripped. That he's hot, toned and really Wally wants the chance to drink in the sight of Bruce naked, head thrown back in pleasure as Wally rides his cock.

So the next time Bruce slipped into bed with him, Wally is determined to actually see all the naked skin he can feel pressed flush to him. His exploring hands noticed a cut, he can feel the stitches and decided that it was as good an excuse to turn on the light as any.

"You're injured." Wally said as he froze all movement. He doesn't have to fake the concern, the stitches run longer than he likes.

"It's just a scratch. Ignore it." Bruce replied, hands never stop in their stroking. His fingers are tracing meaningless patterns along Wally's sides.

"Stitches mean it's not just a scratch. Let me have a look at it." Wally's hand was already reaching for the bedside lamp, but was stopped by Bruce's grasping his wrist. By the shifting of Bruce's big, warm body pressed over his. Knees spread his legs and Bruce's face buries itself in the crook of his neck.

"I'm fine. Watch." Wally swore he could hear the amused if evil smile in Bruce's voice, before he forgot everything but Bruce's teeth slowly applied more pressure to his skin as slick fingers teased him. He forgot that he even had a plan, a mission, at the first push of Bruce's cock inside his stretched hole.

It isn't until after the afterglow of a great orgasm leaves him that he realised he'd failed. No, that he'd been distracted. He can already feel the shifts in the bed as Bruce put on a t-shirt. He knew he has to say something or else things will just continue on, but getting the big bad Bat talking is next to impossible.

"I couldn't you know." He hoped the obscure comment was enough to catch Bruce's attention.

He's rewarded when Bruce stills beside him. "You couldn't what?"

"Watch. I don't have your eyesight Bruce. I couldn't watch you prove your point." He didn't think that Bruce could go any stiller, and yet he's proved wrong as Bruce go so still he seems to disappear from the room. The silence stretches longer than Wally likes, long enough he's positive Bruce isn't going to say anything. "It's not that I didn't enjoy it, or find it mind blowing. But it would be nice to see you. All of you when we do things like this."

Still no movement, so Wally sat up and scooted over to wrap his arms around Bruce's wide torso and rested his head on his shoulder. "Talk to me, please?"

Bruce raised one hand and clasped onto Wally's. "Is it a big problem if that never happens?"

"Not if you give me a reason. Why is it important that you hide?" Wally bent his head and gave the warm skin a soft kiss. Trying to reassure Bruce that everything was going to be okay.

Bruce turned around breaking Wally's hold on him and his hand on Wally's shoulder, thumb stroking the exact spot where Wally had been sliced in a battle earlier the week. The skin was soft and unmarred, healed perfectly. "Wally, I've been doing this a lot longer than you."

"I know that."

"Without any having any powers."

"That's part of what makes you so amazing." Wally said, pushing up Bruce's top to stroke the hard muscle there. "Bruce if you're worried about your scars, you know I can feel them right?"

"I've often found there's a difference between seeing them and feeling them." The tone was wry, and Wally wished he could see Bruce's expression clearly but didn't want to do anything to upset him further.

"I've seen the ones on your legs often enough to agree with you. Up close and personally." Wally twisted until Bruce fell back against the pillows, slipped between his legs and started pressing his lips against each scar he could feel. "I'm not one of those society women, for starters I know what you do, how you get them. They don't bother me, except I know exactly how close to death you've come in the past. If I can handle those, I think I can handle them all."

"My torso is worse Wally. You know that." Bruce was running one hand carefully through the red hair he loved so much.

"Maybe I'll like the reminder how lucky I am to get you." Wally lifted up until he could rest comfortably on Bruce's chest. Bruce's arms snaked their way around his waist and they lay there enjoying the closeness.

"We can try." Wally could feel the voice rumble underneath him and he knew he'd fall asleep like that, so he kissed those lips softly and smiled down before rolling off.

"I'd like that, you may be surprised. Again. But not tonight. Goodnight Bats." He murmured to his lover as he got dressed and left with a lingering kiss to Wally's cheek.

A/N: So this was going to be longer and have much more about Bruce adjusting, with lots of smut but as I was writing some of that, I decided that it worked better as is. Hope you all agree