[ Bruce makes a low sound into a kiss to the side of his mouth. Deep and warm and a bit like Don't threaten me with a good time, or whatever the serious Batman version of that is. The heavy subject matter has cut him away from earlier wandering thoughts, about how Barry looks sleepy and half exposed, but the potential to be lured back exists.
He gives him a look, the ghost of that earlier smile still there. ]
Well I'm not dead yet.
[ So. He gives Barry's side a squeeze, affectionate. ]
Until you're sick of me.
[ Easy enough to have the implication of being jokey. Offering his indefinite presence, with only Barry's dismissal a factor in if he'll vanish from his life. (Barring, of course, inevitable death and/or erasure from the timeline.) Bruce'll be here regardless, in whatever capacity he wants. ]
no subject
He gives him a look, the ghost of that earlier smile still there. ]
Well I'm not dead yet.
[ So. He gives Barry's side a squeeze, affectionate. ]
Until you're sick of me.
[ Easy enough to have the implication of being jokey. Offering his indefinite presence, with only Barry's dismissal a factor in if he'll vanish from his life. (Barring, of course, inevitable death and/or erasure from the timeline.) Bruce'll be here regardless, in whatever capacity he wants. ]