Summary: In which Harry lives in Gotham and goes home with Bruce Wayne one night. (Harry/Bruce)

AN: This goes with Batman Vs Superman: Dawn of Justice so it's Ben Affleck for Batman.

Bruce Wayne watched as everyone stood up to clap, the scientist at the podium having finished a minute or two ago. It had been a way to celebrate Wayne Aerospace 25th anniversary, having a series of talks by its' own scientists and visiting scientists and businessmen.

The seats had all been taken by people, varying in wealth since Bruce had argued for making the series free to attend.

"Really makes you think if we'll get to Mars in the next few years."

He turned in his seat to see the man beside him. The guy looked to be Bruce's age, early to mid 40's, with black hair that only reached down to his shoulder blades. The guy had dark green eyes, usual enough Bruce supposed, but the thing that caught his attention was the scar. The man had a scar on his forehead, one that was shaped like a lightning bolt. The scar forked downward in branches, facing down the man's face.

Bruce wondered how the man had gotten it, if the scar was from a bullet or knife or something else. The guy was wearing a less impressive but still good quality tux, with a deep green jacket that brought out the color in his eyes.

"I wonder if there are aliens up there too," the man spoke, raising an eyebrow. "Aliens. Kryptonians… There could be aliens who love to party… Oooh, hey, there could be space wizards!"

"I think Star Wars already covered that," Bruce finally said, smirking at the man. "We've already got you covered for that. But aliens who only party… I would love that kind of alien. They could spice up the parties here."

The man laughed, eying him thoughtfully. "You hold a lot of parties yourself, Mr Wayne. I haven't been to a single one of them unfortunately."

"And who would you be?"

"Harry Potter. I'm President of the local chapter of Veteran's Affairs. I took the day off to hear this talk and I'm glad I did."

The audience slowly finished clapping, with most of them starting to walk out. Bruce kept an eye on everyone while focusing on Harry. Something about him intrigued Bruce and he wasn't sure whether it was the look in the man's eyes, knowing but amused, or the scar. He didn't know of any weapon that could make a mark like that. "Well, I'm glad you're happy. Care to join me at the reception?"

Harry raised an eyebrow but nodded, his lips turning up into a small grin. "Sure. I have the rest of the day off. Why not? I've always wanted to make smalltalk with a billionaire."

Bruce let out a surprised huff of a laugh, standing up and holding out a hand. Harry peered up at him before grasping his hand. Bruce glanced down at their joined hands, feeling the rough calluses on Harry's palm and attributing it to lots of paperwork. Or perhaps Harry had been in the military himself. "I'm glad I'm around so that you can strike something off your bucket list. What else is on that list of yours?"

"Oh… a few things. Visit space, meet the President, pull a rabbit out of my hat, go on vacation to Paris… Things like that."

"Pull a rabbit out of your hat?"

"Eh, I'm learning magic tricks," Harry explained, his voice teasing, as Harry pulled himself up with Bruce's help. "It's really rather hard."

"I would imagine."

They walked out of the hall and over to the reception hall, where the audience had gathered. Most were well dressed, tuxes for the men and dresses for the ladies in the hall. People in uniform went around holding trays with champagne on them while others held little snacks. The building that the reception was held in had floor to ceiling windows on three sides of it, showing off the city in front of it. The sun had gone down hours ago so the light of the building flooded the parking lot and the city around them.

"Soo… what's your take on the Superman?" Harry questioned, as they walked over to one of the empty corners.

"I'm sure you've seen it in the gossip columns," Bruce remarked, narrowing his eyes. "What's yours?"

"He's cute," Harry offered, staring at him as he grabbed one of the little snacks off of a passing tray. "I suppose he's already taken though. I would have enjoyed that. Probably great in bed that one."

Bruce grinned, taking a step closer towards Harry and eying him up and down pointedly. They were of the same height, eye to eye. "I'm not taken for the night."

He would have to work on what was going on with Lex Luthor and the White Portuguese tomorrow morning but having a bed partner tonight could be fun.

Harry smirked at him, looked him over. "Bruce Wayne, offering to take me home for the night? I don't know if you can handle me."

Bruce grinned wider. "Says you."

Harry stepped closer to him, his eyes looking Bruce over. "Says me."

Bruce rocked back on his heels as Harry didn't even spare a moment between stepping into the lakehouse and tugging Bruce into a kiss. Bruce grinned and met Harry's energy with his own, wrapping his arms around the other man. Harry's arms went around Bruce's waist, inching under his suit and digging into skin.

Bruce knew there were no bruises there, on his waist or his chest, so he was in the clear to pull off his shirt. He was about to when Harry deepened the kiss, licking his way into Bruce's mouth. A strangled groan left his mouth as Harry smirked and Bruce rolled his eyes.

"I'm not that easy."

Harry grinned, staring at him before stripping off his shirt, leaving it to drop to the floor with a light thump. "I only just got here five months ago but even I know you're the apparently the most wanted bachelor in the city."

Bruce looked his fill, eying the odd scar or two on Harry's chest and shoulder. The one on Harry's right shoulder looked to be a knife wound but old and the one on Harry's upper left chest seemed to be relatively new, healed a month and a half ago.

"Your turn, Bruce."

Bruce grinned, pulled his suit jacket off and left it to drop on the ground. Alfred would probably not like that but in the moment, Bruce didn't give a shit. He pulled off his suit vest and tie and finally his shirt, glancing up to see what Harry thought of him.

Harry was staring at him, his eyes blown with arousal. "Now I understand why you're the most wanted bachelor in the city."

Bruce smirked at him and Harry grinned, reaching out to curl an arm around Bruce's waist, pulling him towards him. "Bed?"

"This way," Bruce spoke, his heart beating quickly as Harry bent into trail a line of kisses up his throat, ending in a heated kiss. His toes curled with the force of the kiss and he reached down to take his shoes off, took his shocks off too. Bruce slowly walked back through the lakehouse, his mind quiet but lit up with arousal as Harry followed, looking at him with intent in his eyes.

"Nice place you got here," Harry spoke, as they reached the bed and stopped before it. Bruce watched as Harry looked around, the floor to ceiling windows surrounding them with a view of the lake in front of them. He took the brief pause to pull off his slacks, watched as Harry did the same. "Must be nice to wake up too."

"Stay the night and you can see for yourself," Bruce offered, standing almost still by the bed. "You have a preference?"

Harry turned to look at him, eyed him briefly before raising an eyebrow. "I usually top. You?"

"I might make an exception to my preference for you."

"You might?" Harry repeated, grinning a little and closing the distance between them, lightly nudging Bruce onto the bed. "How generous."

Bruce returned Harry's grin with one of his own, sitting down on the edge of the bed and watching as Harry stepped within his legs. "I'm a billionaire. I'm supposed to be generous."

Harry snorted, reaching out to tip Bruce's chin up and bent down to kiss him again.

Harry started a little as Bruce pulled apart and lay down on the bed, Bruce's legs going around Harry and pulling him down on top of him. Harry looked down at Bruce, seeing the man stare at him expectantly, hungrily. Harry grinned and reached a hand down, rubbing a thumb over a nipple and watched Bruce's reaction, watched his eyes go wider with arousal, watched his breathing quicken. Both of them were already hard, their cocks leaking pre-cum.

Bruce's legs tightened at Harry's back and pleasure rocked through him. Harry reached down to lick a stripe down his chest, hearing Bruce's sharp inhale of breath, seeing his fingers claw at the mattress underneath them. Sweat dripped down his back and heat coiled within him.

"Harry…" Bruce growled out, as Harry reached up again, biting a kiss into the crook of his neck.

Harry grinned, using his other hand to rub at Bruce's other nipple. "You said I could top."

Bruce groaned and almost bucked up as Harry shuffled down again and curled his hands around his cock.

Pleasure rode through his body,watching as Harry watched him, heat in his green eyes. "Lube?"

"Bedside table," Bruce croaked out, tugging Harry into another kiss as the man reached over him to grab the tube. Harry groaned into it, deepening it while opening the cap and smearing some slick onto his fingers.

One of Harry's hands slid down skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake and Bruce arched into the pleasure, needing more. Bruce watched as Harry shuffled back down his body, lifting slightly at his hips and moving a pillow underneath. A finger, wet, breached him and Bruce arched up at the sensation, sparks of pleasure racing through him.

"Been a while?" Harry questioned, his voice husky and hoarse as he added another finger. Bruce whined and leaned into Harry, as the fingers within him crooked and hit the spot. He let out a strangled gasp as pleasure sped through him, almost vibrated through him.

"Get on with it."

Harry grinned, removed his fingers, then slid in, stretching him and Bruce sighed into it. Harry's arms bracketed him as he leaned into kiss him again and Bruce grinned into it, reached up to yank Harry back into a kiss as soon as he pulled away. Harry groaned as he settled in and began to move, Bruce clenching more than a little, knowing that Harry wasn't far off himself.

Harry slowly slid out a little only to fall back in, not hesitating at all as Bruce clenched around him, moving around a little to get closer, feel more. Harry moaned, increasing his pace, his speed, as they moved together, and when Bruce curled an arm around Harry to pull him down, to place a biting kiss onto his neck, it sent Harry over the edge. Harry stilled, reaching down to stroke his cock, too much sensation at once, pleasure coiling and racing through him to his release.

Harry dug his fingers into the bed, pleasure rolling through him. Bruce looked up at him as they both rode the wave of pleasure in silence.

Harry slumped down, moving to lie on his side as he watched Bruce. "That was fun."

Bruce snorted, his brown eyes studying Harry before he smirked. "You staying?"

Harry pulled up the covers, nodded. "Sure."

Alfred pulled up to the driveway of the lake house the next morning, keeping his eyes out for the man who Bruce had brought home last night. Most of Master Bruce's one nighters left early in the morning and as Alfred got out his car, this man was no exception.

"Need a ride back into the city?" Alfred questioned, looking the man over, taking in the man's green eyes and untidy black hair and the scar on his forehead.

"No, thanks," the man spoke, grinning a little and stretching as he walked up to Alfred. "I was going to… Well."

Alfred blinked. "You were going to what?"

"Fly."

Alfred stared, watching as the man reached into a pocket of his tux and pulled out a small broomstick. He watched as the man glanced at Alfred before whispering something under his breath. The broom turned into a regular sized broom, with a few additions that looked like places to put feet, and the man held it out before him. Alfred continued to stare at the man, watched as he mounted the broom.

"It's a nice morning for it anyway."

The man smiled then rose up into the air, hovered briefly over the house then took off, speeding back to the city.

Alfred blinked again and glanced into the lake house, wondering if Bruce was awake by now. He shrugged, already deciding to not tell Bruce about the man he had had over for the night. Master Bruce already had too many things on his mind to add to it.