[ Sexual in the dark? Seems fitting for Bruce Wayne or, even The Batman in a certain way. Maybe that's just Barry. Regardless, he looks the room over with curious, bright eyes, standing there in his nice robe with his pile of clothes in his hands before he zips away from Bruce within the blink of an eye and is suddenly nosediving into the center of the large bed as if it were a ball pit.
Clothes are left behind on the floor, Barry still in his robe as he starfishes himself out there on the large, white bed, before he huffs a laugh to himself at how not bouncy or fluffy it is — which kinda almost sorta makes sense for Bruce — before he comes to turn on his side, fingers carding through his damp strands of hair that stick a little to his forehead and face.
He's not entirely sure what he'd expected in terms of Bruce's private quarters. The expansive windows are certainly something any voyeur would take pleasure in... if they could walk on water or had a high tech scope on their lens from the bushes out there. Creepy, but. You know. But the way it almost feels as if they're floating on water is serene if even in an eerie sort of way and yet, it blends beautifully beautiful with how Bruce himself can come off sometimes.
Gaze lingering on the photograph overhead, when the offer for pj's comes up, he looks over to Bruce then, cheek pressing against his shoulder. A shake of his head, he slowly wears a playful grin on his lips, shifting to lay there on his side a little better, hand pulling back the corner of the sheets beside him. ]
But I won't say no to you.
[ Sometimes, he can wear that confidence of his a little boldly and not end up stumbling over his own words or thoughts. ]
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Clothes are left behind on the floor, Barry still in his robe as he starfishes himself out there on the large, white bed, before he huffs a laugh to himself at how not bouncy or fluffy it is — which kinda almost sorta makes sense for Bruce — before he comes to turn on his side, fingers carding through his damp strands of hair that stick a little to his forehead and face.
He's not entirely sure what he'd expected in terms of Bruce's private quarters. The expansive windows are certainly something any voyeur would take pleasure in... if they could walk on water or had a high tech scope on their lens from the bushes out there. Creepy, but. You know. But the way it almost feels as if they're floating on water is serene if even in an eerie sort of way and yet, it blends beautifully beautiful with how Bruce himself can come off sometimes.
Gaze lingering on the photograph overhead, when the offer for pj's comes up, he looks over to Bruce then, cheek pressing against his shoulder. A shake of his head, he slowly wears a playful grin on his lips, shifting to lay there on his side a little better, hand pulling back the corner of the sheets beside him. ]
But I won't say no to you.
[ Sometimes, he can wear that confidence of his a little boldly and not end up stumbling over his own words or thoughts. ]