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[ Ordinarily, he might have thought this was super cool to learn because, yeah, he's discussed this sort of possibility and alternate timelines with Victor a few times already but this... this right here is different because of how Not Fun it all seems. Especially if some future (or alternate?) version of himself managed to run back in time so far that he risked whatever consequences would come from doing so to warn and plead to Bruce years before they even knew each other.

God, he just wants to talk to this Other Him.

Barry's mind races as he tries to piece it all together and it's a little obvious he's doing as much with the way his brow seems permanently furrowed at the moment and he starts pacing around, seemingly lost in thought. Invisible math equations floating all over his face. ]

I can't even... fathom moving backwards in time literal years. I can do seconds at best, but years?

[ Just how fast is this other him? There has to be something else there. Something Bruce doesn't have the answer to.

Slightly frustrated, Barry rubs his eyes with the heels of his palms and groans as he tries to make sense of it all because it's the how and the why that are messing with his head at the moment. ]

Oh God, what does this all mean? [ Pacing still, he swings his arms down. ] S-should I not have run back? But if I didn't, you wouldn't be here right now. Standing there. Showing me these... these disturbing things and telling me that we've already kinda met before- which, for the record, makes all of this just a little more strange because now I question the how and why we know each other in whatever future that is but if I didn't run back, then I wouldn't know that because you wouldn't have told me and I wouldn't be here with you right now because you never would have got that text I sent because Victor was all this is a bad idea Barry and I was like uh, yeah I know but thanks for your support, Vic and just none of it would have happened and I wouldn't be telling you this while trying to make sense of ten things at once.

[ Did you get all that, Bruce? ]

[ The possibility of time travel, or the possibility of alternate timelines, or both. That he was visited by a future Barry Allen is certain - but what future? Theirs, or a neighboring one, and Barry just missed when he bolted through time? And is Bruce seeing into another world in his dreams, or—?

He either shouldn't have shown this to Barry, or he should have shown him earlier. Bruce isn't sure. But they can't actually time travel out of it. ]

I would have tracked you down anyway, [ is what he says after a while, and there's a quiet smile hidden in his voice. A break in the loop. Find us, Bruce! You have to find us! Yeah, well. He was on that already. Detective, and all.

Which means nothing is set in stone. Terminator movies aren't real. ]

What does Vic think is a bad idea?

[ It's only "bad" to have told him in the sense that now he won't be able to stop thinking about it. At least in terms of how this future maybe alternate version of him?? Was able to break through time itself and manipulate it in such a way that he could travel through it. That's just... insane to think.

But then he also wonders why he hasn't returned if he supposedly came "too soon" (like he ever does what) or why it was Bruce in particular he sought out. Not that he's... upset that he never got a visit from... future him, but. Weird things happen enough as it is when he pushes that limit of his. What if something happened? What if the reason he hasn't returned is because he did change what he needed to change? Since... that sounds like the point of this, right? Tell Bruce something to alter something that, from the looks of those sketches, is not anything he wants to be made a reality.

Make your own future. Make your own past.

He's so caught up in all the why's and how's circling around in his head that he, actually and honestly, answers Bruce's inquiry if even a little flippantly amidst his pacing. ]

That I have a crush on you. [ WAIT- ] uhhhhhh c-crushing admiration for all that you... do...

[ That's... still a save. Sort of? ]

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[ Questions that have rolled around in Bruce's head for a long time. When was Barry supposed to return to? Has he gotten there yet? Will he wake up tomorrow morning and see that visitor from the future, better prepared to give him a message - about 'him'?

You were always right about him. Superman? Luthor? Darkseid?

At the time he thought his subconscious was pointing towards the unstoppable alien. Now, his faith in Clark is unshakable. But even that can be split. Can Clark be manipulated? Is that thing Steppenwolf's master was searching for - that now, he and Diana are searching for - related?

Fear him.

A nice thing to load onto Barry. But if he's looking into time travel and alternate realities, it would be insane not to mention it. Maybe they can solve this with the right application of insight and, apparently, speed. (How did Barry run that fast? Obviously just by moving his feet more and not something really weird like a magic treadmill)

So— ]

Alright.

[ That's. Hm. Not time travel. ]

I was under the impression Victor found me at least tolerable. There goes his holiday card.

[ Even in the midst of... All Of This, Bruce still finds it within him to crack a dry joke. Never change, B-Man. Never change.

Barry, on the other hand, is awkwardly fiddling with the hem of his shirt as he stands there because oh boy, he sure just went and said that, didn't he? But, silver lining? Bruce didn't come back with a what or some stare of disapproval or even, dare he think it, disgust. Instead, it's with a dry joke and Barry is a little thankful for that because, yeah.

Still. This is awkward, isn't it? Just like him. Sometimes. Here and there.

Scratching at his cheek, he pauses on what to say before he awkwardly huffs a laugh and glances off around them. What a beautiful... cave... Alfred has. ]

Uh... yeah. You know how the saying goes. Don't mix business with pleasure and... all that. So, hence, bad idea... says Victor.

[ It was an out, of sorts. For the way Barry tried to save it with crushing admiration, and so, like, Vic objecting to that is—

Bruce isn't funny and should stick to his day job, is what it is. He stands there for a while, unsure what to make of it. That Barry is an awful lot younger than him is a factor, sure, but he's an adult, and mostly Bruce is just surprised when anyone finds him even a little appealing once they get past one or the other mask. Funny, how people can fall for a demonic, violent vigilante, or for a ditzy, sarcastic socialite, but once anyone sees the person sitting in between, they're out. ]

Victor's had a rough time, [ is what he says, after that silence has stretched on to almost painful lengths. ] Attraction and dating are understandably the farthest from his mind. Any kind of intimacy is a long road out from what he's been through.

[ His whole family brutally wiped out, his body hijacked, managing to find purpose again only with a band of completely crazy gods and monsters. Of course it would all look foolish to Vic, who will have to relearn even how to tolerate someone's honest friendship.

These two, meanwhile. Have broken in their trauma like old shoes.

Quieter: ] I'm not used to being surprised. You manage it more than most.

[ Weren't they having Moments Of Being Honest with each other here throughout this... very weird and random night? So, might as well just... continue that. Awkwardly. Story of Barry's life right here.

When Bruce offers a so-called explanation for Victor's "concerns" over what he and Barry very very thinly discussed with each other, Barry just runs his tongue over his bottom lip before he begins to suck on it, processing everything being said and not being said as quickly as he always does. Victor's... had it rough, he knows and he tries to be there for his friend when he can or lets him. He doesn't need Bruce to confirm that. But it's a nice little ice breaker of sorts after that silence to fall between them. Which... he probably shouldn't let happen again.

The comment of how he's surprised him, however, has Barry look up a little sheepishly and he huffs a half laugh before he scratches at his cheek again. ]

Yeah, uh... we don't... have to say this happened and can just pretend it never did.

[ That's what Bruce wants, right? It's "the right thing to do" or something since, yeah. Teammates. Bossman of sorts. Age... difference. Even if they're both adults. However, ]

I mean... if you think that's... best.

[ The wheels in his head turn, weighing the options. A year ago it'd have been one extreme or the other - an immediate You should go, and a persistent cold front, only performatively forgetting it ever happened, but strangling the life out of their association in punishment for daring Bruce to have an emotion. Or, stretching to the other side of the spectrum, an overture of sexuality and nothing more. An exorcism, which would end with unavoidable severing, the other person growing sick of him, scared of him, or both.

Bruce isn't that person anymore. At least, he'd like to not be.

What now? ]

I don't know what's best.

[ He gets enough of the maybe-future from his dreams, and enough statistics from tactics. He can't predict what might come of this. ]

You could stay, if you wanted. And we could talk about it.

[ Well if Bruce doesn't know what's best than how are either of them to navigate through all of this? Whatever it is. Isn't? Yeah, he has no idea himself because he didn't actually plan on pretty much EVER revealing this but, here they are after he'd been tricked by Bruce to come clean. Well, sort of. He was a little distracted with the whole possibility of some future or alternate him running so fast he can apparently jump a considerable amount of time in the past... or to another reality entirely. God he wishes he could know for sure which one it was and he's so cheesed he didn't come talk to him about it, but. Whatever.

Bruce suggests he stay and they "talk about it" and Barry sort of just... doesn't know how to take that. Is this good? Is this bad? Bruce himself said he doesn't know what's best in this "situation" right here and he's just really hoping that he didn't somehow make this weird between them but, you know. It's out there now.

Unless he rewinds the last couple of seconds to not say it...

No. He won't. He's not a coward. Just... not so great at certain confrontations. Which, speaking of. ]

Talk about how awkward it is to have admitted that? Or how awkward it is to have a thing for the guy who recruited you to his team that you were way too eager to join? Because I feel like it could go a number of ways here.

[ Just saying. ]

Does it have to be awkward?

[ Between Bruce and Barry - like uh, probably. But the former has decided he's going to power through that and figure something out. A brief stumble, but a force more dominant in him than his inherent uncertainty about all things personal is a loathing of not besting a puzzle.

He steps forward, puts a light hand on the younger man's shoulder, and indicates a hallway in the back. There are yet more chambers in this cavern, and they can hang out in one less oppressive. Less this is where I first saw you, even if you hadn't been here yet.

But— ]

Unless when you say 'crush' you mean 'awful thing I hope passes', in which case I'll forgive you the temporary insanity. I won't hold it against you.

[ Wouldn't be the first time someone's balked, or resented their own blip of emotion towards him. But he sort of hopes Barry isn't like that, for some strange, un-inspected reason. ]

[ Does it have to be awkward, he asks. As if he doesn't know who he's talking to right now. Bruce is hilarious sometimes without even trying. Or realizing it. Either way, when he comes to rest that hand on his shoulder, Barry just sort of looks to him in silence for a long moment before he rolls his tongue around in his mouth, glances off to the side, goes to say something... but then stops himself. Re-thinking it about a hundred different ways in a few short seconds. ]

Definitely... don't mean that? Yeah, I- not that. No.

[ Not wanting to stumble over his words or start speaking too fast for anyone to really understand him, he bites on his tongue with lips pressed in a thin line before he cocks his head from one side to the other and sighs through his nose. ]

Just... I don't know. I'm not... too good at this? In case you couldn't figure that out by now.

[ I need friends... anyone? ]

Neither am I.

[ In a different way, sure, but Bruce is very much not good at this as well. He's just also the most stubborn human in Earth's history, which is occasional helpful to moving things along, when it kicks in. In opposition to most of the time, when it's not helpful to anything. ]

Chalk it up to something else we have in common.

[ It's fine, if Barry doesn't know. They can talk for a while and never mention it again, if that's what he ends up wanting. Bruce isn't sure how he feels; he doesn't often let himself feel anything, besides thoughts he forces out of his mind in short order. Even now, he's wary of probing that without more intel.

So. More intel it is.

He herds the younger man to another room, a back one inset against the water of the lake. (not the one from that stupid scene in josstice league) (hahaha look at all this samurai shit, batman trained in the himalayas, that's japan, right, god you hACK anyway) The same minimalism as the house on the surface, but looking marginally more lived-in. It doesn't take a detective to figure out this is the 'decompress' area of the cave. ]

All that didn't scare you off? Time travel, I mean.

[ Who is Josstice League? We don't know her.

But Barry follows Bruce's gentle guidance to the "decompress" area of the cave and, if there's a place to sit, he will make his way for that because... that seems better, yeah? Yeah. ]

I mean... considering I've toyed around with it- but in very small intervals, not really. If anything, it makes me wonder how I could manage that. Seconds becoming years.

[ It's a little hard to wrap his head around that sort of capability even despite how fast he is and it makes him wonder just how much more of himself and what he's capable of when pushing himself he has to discover still.

But his little "confession" still weighs in his mind and he lets his thoughts swing back around to that front and center. He wants to be more sure of himself. Wants to not be so skittish about... things. So he looks over to Bruce then and does so with a quiet sort of seriousness about him. ]

Look, I'm not gonna lie. I never intended to ever... say what I did. Not because I think it's some bad thing but because there's this... professional relationship here? Kind of? And I feel like I shouldn't jeapordise that with... this.

[ Puffing out a sigh, he runs a set of fingers through his hair. ]

But I also feel like you're... very attractive despite your gruffness at times and you're smart and I believe in you and I... would stand by you with or without a team.

[ His loyalty is certainly there. He's already gone back in time for you, Bruce. ]

I'm also going to keep talking so I don't feel the spontaneous urge to thank you for tonight in some sort of pg-13 swerving hard to r sort of way.

[ There are a number of things that it may be worth saying, and Bruce catalogues them as Barry chatters on. That he wasn't sure if anyone would believe him, about time travel, and how it's both a massive relief and a potential horror to have him to talk to about it. That if he doesn't want to jeopardize anything, if it's a pleasant idea in a fantasy realm but an unpleasant one when applied to reality, then that's alright. Bruce sure as fuck knows about that one.

Never intended is a strong phrase. A serious feeling. Bruce doesn't want to make him feel cornered. Especially given - as he says - this 'work' environment, in which Bruce seems to be regarded as some kind of authority. Is Bruce stepping on a power imbalance, by prodding at this? If he is, how much? There always seems to be an element of it lurking, in every liaison he's ever had, considering his family's w—

record scratch what did Barry just say

In the process of moving to the opposite sofa - yes, there's furniture in here, sleekly designed and overpriced to match everything else, comfortable and dark - the older man pauses, processing pg-13 swerving to hard r. ]

Well, [ is something between a wheeze and a laugh, Bruce trying to reel in a visible reaction out of habit and failing, ] you don't have to thank me, Barry. I don't. I wasn't, ah.

[ Fffffffuckin heck. ]

I had a nice time too.

[ God, Bruce.

The sudden wheeze of a laugh that falls from the older man's lips is enough to tug a smile on Barry's own and he huffs a quiet laugh to himself as he ducks his head. The tips of his fingers run along the nape of his neck and he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip for a moment before he lifts his gaze back up to the other man.

He has to agree. He had a nice time, too. All of it. Every single awkward and honest moment of getting milkshakes and a late night bite together. The fleeting looks, the hidden smiles, the thinly veiled attempts at trying to read the other. It was... nice. Normal. Something that maybe the both of the could use in their lives. Or at least, a little more of.

So Barry comes to straighten up some, eyebrows raised and a rather thoughtful look on his face before he gives a shrug, fingers scratching at his knee. ]

I mean... I could. If you... wanted me to. I swear not everything I do is fast.

[ Look at him showing some confidence here. ]

[ HE'S TRYING TO HAVE MANNERS HE WASN'T RAISED IN A BARN just in a haunted mansion by a secret agent

Somehow, the absurdity of the overture puts him more at ease. Instead of sitting opposite Barry, he moves to sit down on the same sofa, though still with enough room between them that someone would have to reach out. It rolls through his head, still, Barry's worry about an authority dynamic being infringed upon. On the other hand— the speedster is one of the most conceivably powerful beings on Earth, not Bruce's secretary. ]

Hard-R swerving should be what we both want, [ he says mildly. But there's a thread of warmth in his voice. ] So you'd have to just say so, if you wanted something.

[ Bruce is aware he hasn't said his own half of that, yet, but he'd rather Barry cough it up first, considering the way he keeps hedging around what Bruce, in turn, might want. What he wants is: no guesswork.

Barry is brilliant, and funny, and good company. He is shockingly loyal, and it's maybe a little pathetic how badly Bruce wants to dig his fingers into that alone, having spent so long miserable over everyone in his life (save Alfred) walking away, dying, abandoning, fleeing. He has to be careful not to project too much weirdness at him, in that respect, being such an inherently intense person. Probably Barry's not like, really hoping Batman ends up with a complex over him. ]

[ To be fair, it's not as though he'd get any sort of "special treatment" or "suddenly a raise and vacation time" if he ended up "banging the boss" as it were. It's more that he'd hate to disappoint or piss Bruce off and end up kicked off the team ~~that Clark should have never joked about in some alternate version because Barry had honestly been crushed and anxious at said joke for like five seconds~~ because of it. Granted, that could... still happen even without "banging the boss" but it'd be worse when being tangled up in all those feelings and emotions and things because of Bruce seeming like the type to push someone away from him when he's fed up or done with them.

But Bruce comes to sit with him on the sofa and Barry just watches him there, noting the slight distance between them and how respectful it seems. He can appreciate that. Really. But he also feels like he needs to step his own game up and just lay it all out for the other man here with him.

Because, you know, he's done so well with that thus far.

The thing about it all is just... they're not drunk. They're not intoxicated, on anything, rebounding or looking for a distraction from something or someone. At least not here in this very moment and it makes it all the more conscious of what's being said and done. Anything that happens can't exactly be written off as an accident or neither of them were in the right state of mind at the time. They're both very much here and both have to deal with tomorrow.

But deep down Barry wants that, doesn't want to be a "sorry we shouldn't have done that" in Bruce's life. Doesn't want to be another weight of guilt to add to the many ones he already carries on his shoulders and it's maybe that one thing he needs to boost his confidence and push aside the usual awkward way he has of being.

So Barry is the one to reach out first and he does so in chasing after Bruce's lips with his own. A kiss. It's not quick, there's no blue crackles of electricity and lightning around him. He's swift but slow, like how he often sees the world around him at times. But it's just for a moment, regardless of how "slow" it might be, and he can feel his heart pounding in his chest like the hummingbird that even he himself can be sometimes.

Lingering there, he licks over his lips, humming for a moment as fists at the sofa cushion a bit before letting the ghost of a smile touch his lips then. ]

That would be saying so.

[ Bruce holds still, exuding nothing but his usual calm, even in the face of whatever awkwardness he might step into time to time. His heartbeat is steady, without anxiety. There is too much mileage in him for it to skip or flutter when Barry presses a kiss against his mouth, but the want for it is there. And that's more than can be said for anything he's been through in quite a while.

(Does the future shift?)

Barry really is one of the bravest people he's ever met, Bruce thinks. There's so much he just refuses to run from. And he could run from anything at all; nothing would catch up. ]

You're right.

[ That is saying so. Bruce takes it and files that where it needs to be filed. Letting it settle the snaking way his mind paths out different potentials. Watches him for a moment, the way he licks over his lips, his hands against the sofa. And then he moves one of his own, out to the side of Barry's knee as he leans in. Responds in kind with a kiss that lasts longer, nudges a little deeper. Not insistent, but there is a stable sense that it is a kiss that knows what it's doing; Barry said so, and now so has Bruce. ]

[ (Or is this part of the future that's to come? Maybe one day Barry will be able to find an answer for that and not disappear from time itself in the process)

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he recalls they'd come in here to talk about... all of this. They had, for the record. At least a little bit. But this right here is nice, too. This right here has Barry's world sparking around him in a way it doesn't when he touches the speed force and he doesn't really want it to stop.

For a second, he's hesitant, but he comes to grasp the side of Bruce's neck with a hand as he returns that kiss he's given for the one he'd given the other man. There's little awkward in the way he does so, a confidence and desire deeply rooted within him coming to the forefront of everything that is him and spilling over into this kiss, this moment, this blip in time that he wants to draw out for as long as he can. Everything is always too slow. But this being slow... he wants it like that. Wants to savor it instead of rush through it in a matter of seconds.

He does, however, come to rush a little when he hears the chime of his phone go off and with a sudden crackle of blue, the chiming stops abruptly, Barry having very quickly checked who it was and turned it off without seemingly having even broken away from Bruce. Times when it's definitely handy to be as fast as he is.

Barry doesn't really waste time in shucking off his hoodie, dropping to the ground right as both hands grasp warmly at Bruce's neck then. He shifts, feeling bold - full of energy - and straddles Bruce's lap as he keeps with the kissing, lets himself tumble into it and the other man there on the sofa. Because it's nice. Bruce is nice. Especially like this. Despite that confidence, however, Barry is still Barry. Even when locked in a moment like this. ]

I can taste that vanilla milkshake on you.

[ Words he murmurs against Bruce's lips then with an amused huff of a laugh. ]

[ If he thought Barry was going to be anything but fast—

More fool him. Bruce could laugh, when he ends up with the younger man on his lap, tasting for a split-second like he's kissing a battery. The sense-memory of something electric, but not quite. Some ephemeral feeling in the back of his teeth that shouldn't be charming, but is in its strangeness.

Barry tumbles, and Bruce holds onto him, hands at his sides, curling around broad and confident to his lower back. One thumb presses at a hipbone, barrier of trousers between. Barry isn't small by any means, but Bruce takes up a ridiculous amount of space, and holding him this way is easy. He leans back against the softa, shifting them like it's nothing.

still not as impressive as a kryptonian but he gets by ]

Even past the coffee?

[ Awful romantic of you, Mr Allen. ]

[ Victor can just wait, ok?

But let it be known that while Bruce chose to comment on the bitter, Barry chose the sweet and if that doesn't say something about their personalities.

Barry ducks his head with a huff of laughter, fingers warm and still pressing to the sides of Bruce's neck. Face scrunched a bit, he lifts his gaze back up to the other man, grin just barely hanging there on his lips. ]

Ok, so. I may not be Casanova or something. [ What a shocker. ] But, I do like to think I excel in... many other different things.

[ Even as he suggests that, hands slip away from the other man's neck and drop down to the front of those pants that are... way fancier than anything Barry owns. Is that Prada? Gucci? Versace? Either way, he stares down Bruce a little more confidently as he gives a gentle tug to that zipper, making it a little more than obvious what he's implying. ]

If you care to... find out.

[ Barry is doing alright on the Casanova front, as far as Bruce is concerned. Mainly because it doesn't seem to be something that'd appeal to either of them, and what's actually going on does. When the other man ducks his head, Bruce kisses the side of his mouth, nearly nuzzling at him. Close and interested; he rubs his hands at the small of his back, enjoying the weight of him.

And then—

That. (Hey, expensive pants don't have special locks on them, it's still just a button and a zip.) Is both arousing in its forwardness and something that gives him pause; Bruce is too old not to be self-aware of his hangups, and he won't make it weird, but something does spark in the back of his head. Sort of fond. Fast. ]

You excel at more than you realize, then. [ Look, Barry, he likes you, alright. Bruce kisses him again, wet and open. He shaved today, but it's always a lost cause; texture skin-on-skin. When he pulls back, he tries again with, ] I usually don't ask people for that.

[ Groundbreaking, he knows, that someone who has spent decades hyperfocused on fighting for and protecting other people would have a hard time accepting pleasure purely focused on himself. Bad at sitting back and enjoying. A psychologist would not be impressed. (But there are no shrinks in Gotham who aren't also serial killers, so.) It's not a No, it's a Will you accept how weird I am going to be about everything, sorry it's not just the bat thing. ]

[ Everytime Bruce kisses or touches him, Barry finds himself distracted in how nice it feels. Nice because it's Bruce, the guy he's found himself with a crush on and nice because this right here - this connection to someone - is something he's lacked in his life for... too long now. The tiny little sparks of electricity it sends across his skin into shivers and jolts of arousal are nice, are additive, are things he feels he could get swept up in if he's not careful... careful in the sense that Barry might be tempted to rush it in order to feel more.

When Bruce praises him for his excellence in more things than he realizes, Barry smiles to himself, a little lost in the moment and praise. He's tempted to playfully remark how Bruce doesn't ask for it because he's just used to being given whatever he wants more or less... but he refrains from saying so when he lets his gaze settle on the man and he sees something there that feels... familiar, in a way.

It's enough to make Barry pause himself for a moment, to think, to consider. For all the playful smiles and chatter that Barry Allen can be when around others, he's also smart and observant and he's been through and felt more things than a lot may realize. It's why he lifts a hand to cradle the side of Bruce's face, thumb brushing over warm skin before he leans in to steal a kiss from those lips. Slow. Sweet. A gentle reassurance given without words as it slowly transforms into something more heated. Lips breaking away to trail along his jaw, his neck. Tasting whatever part of him that he can from there on his lap on the sofa and while he doesn't exactly move from where he is, he does let himself vibrate in a way so quick and so effortlessly, that it might just feel really nice there in Bruce's lap if you think about it for a second. ]

I want to taste more than just coffee and vanilla.

[ He lazily trails the words over Bruce's lips as he vibrates and rocks there so quick but seemingly so slow at the same time, that hand there at the front of his pants tugging them open for the speedster to slip his fingers into. ]

I want to taste you.

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[ On the flight from Central City to Gotham, back when Barry had so enthusiastically thrown in with his insane idea, Bruce had done a number of calculations in his head. Not quite gleeful, as he's not the type to be gleeful, but silently laced with a kind of perverse excitement only known to true physics nerds. How fast might Barry move, what kind of fine control he might have to change directions or do complex tasks while moving at speeds that rendered him undetectable to the human eye.

He has considered the word 'vibration' before, in context with the younger man, feeling echoes of it in the air or through the floor after certain movements, noting the faintest unusual blip on a seismic reader in the cave, and later matching the time back to him zipping after them from the batsignal. And, because he is the kind of person to have thirty pairs of recreational handcuffs and an unknowable number of other related items in a penthouse in the city that Alfred doesn't bother him at, he had thought, also, briefly, I Wonder What— ]

Fuck, [ is sort of funny for how conversational his tone is, in contrast with how obviously involuntary the exclamation. Bruce's hands clench at Barry's sides, a kneejerk thing, and he feels his cock twitch in his pants. Which is awfully intense, not being hard yet. ]

Alright.

[ What's he going to do argue. No. Instead, he pulls at the edge of Barry's shirt, hands sliding up his back. ]

[ If Bruce was really about to argue the prospect of getting himself a blowjob by someone more than willing and eager to give it to him, Barry might have to rethink a couple things about the man. Such as, if he even has an idea of what it means to chillax or go with the flow with things. He gets that Bruce is very much work-oriented and keeps to himself more often than not but, c'mon. The man seriously needs an injection of something else in his life that could be vaguely reminiscent of actual, genuine fun. Barry, luckily, is pretty good at being able to give that, let alone a more light-hearted feel to things. Even if he's a little awkward about it at times.

Those hands sliding up his back pull a smile to the speedster's lips and he hums around a huff of laughter as he lazily brushes those smiling lips of his against the rough stubble along Bruce's chin. ]

And here I was worried you were going to make me fight you on that.

[ He teases the words against that warm skin, fingers caressing that twitching cock a little, vibrating as they do in a way that might feel like heaven to some. He grins, nosing at Bruce's cheek, letting those quick fingers of his work him over just a little more as if to sell the other man on it completely, stealing a wet kiss as he does.

Swift, but not speed force swift, he moves himself from Bruce's lap and settles between his legs, springing loose that cock he'd been teasing with his fingers, which he takes a moment to admire, a mischievous glint in his eye as he looks up with a huff. He's really doing this. With Bruce Wayne. Batman. Boss man himself. Kind of hard to believe but not anything he's about to back down from. Not when he has Bruce's cock out like this.

With only the faintest amount of hesitation, fingers wrap around the other's cock and he leans in to drag his tongue over the head of it at first. Slow. Curious. Eyes lifting up to catch how Bruce might like it... especially when he does a little something with his tongue. A little vibrating something, that is. ]

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I'M ALIVE

back for the filth 😎