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[ Sometimes Bruce wonders if this is too much for him. These people and what they can do. He's just some nutcase who wanted to stop crime in one city, whose grief-induced psychotic break sent him tumbling into grappling with aliens, and the end of the world.

Maybe he just wishes it was too much. Contending with the fact that he's enough of a control freak to look at these problems ago 'sure' is a bit strange.

(He doesn't remember the time in between Barry's rewind. But if he did: seeing the end of it, the boxes coming together, and knowing what it meant. He didn't try to run, didn't attempt any kind of escape or launch another futile attack in a defiant move. Batman simply hopped down from the lip of the reactor to join them. Knowing it was death.)

Doomsday wool-gathering. Bruce looks at Barry and then sits forward, reaching out to him and coaxing him closer, over from the other chair and into his lap. He leans back in his seat to look at him. ]

I'm only thinking that it's unfair you have to consider things like this, [ Bruce tells him, not wanting Barry to think that Bruce lacks confidence in his judgement. ] And that I wish I had a better answer.

[ But he doesn't even have one for himself. ]

[ When coaxed, Barry leaves his chair for Bruce's lap, dropping himself down in a way that has him straddling the other man. His robe falls open at his chest, the belt hanging loosely around his waist, hands choosing to settle on either side of Bruce's neck while soft brown eyes curiously search the face of the man he finds himself becoming emotionally tangled in. Whether that's good or bad is something time still has yet to determine. ]

I have to try... [ He murmurs then, thumbs stroking over Bruce's neck he holds. ] ...I can't not.

[ He doesn't ask if Bruce would do the same because it seems unfair to almost guilt him into agreeing with him. Not that he doesn't, but. It's clear he has some reservations about it and sure, Barry can understand that. To an extent. But if the law wasn't going to help his father, then he'd have to do it himself. However he can and if that means running back further in time? Then that's what he'll do. Soon as he can figure it out.

In the meantime, he licks over his lips and sighs, gaze dropping while thumbs still stroke over Bruce's neck as he sits there, straddling his lap. ]

You believe in me. Don't you?

[ Maybe a little sexy. Barry in only one of his robes, Bruce fully dressed - albeit casually, for him. But he seems to not recognize it for now, instead looking at him. His expression is clear and open, no judgement or caution for that I have to try. Of course he does. Bruce means it, he just wishes Barry's mom hadn't met the fate she did, and that the younger man wasn't in the position - the proverbial one - that he's in.

For a lot of reasons, sure, like potentially erasing the entire world, but also, like, it sucks. It feels like shit. Bruce knows. His parents are dead (!) and he knows what his mother's brain matter looks like, as flecks of it ended up congealed to the end of his shoe when he was eight.

Life is unkind and he just—

Whatever.

Barry says that, and Bruce smiles. Warm and real. ]

More than I think you understand.

[ It's the way Bruce looks to him as he says those words that gets Barry's heart to practically skip a beat. Something something the guy he has a huge crush on and came for four times last night (this morning?) believes in him and possibly thinks he's marvelous in his own speedy metahuman ways... it has him smiling to the other man. Warm. Bright. Like sunshine stretched across the early morning sky. What a shame to think this world might eventually crush and tear apart someone with such a brightness to them despite the hardships they've carried with them.

At least, for now, it doesn't and he has this moment here with the other man.

Leaning in, he bumps his nose against Bruce's, breath soft with quiet laughter as he lets his eyes fall shut and just nuzzles him with so much affection for the other man... maybe he's already emotionally tangled up in him in ways he can't free himself from. But he doesn't seem to care. How can he when he feels... like this? ]

Thank you.

[ The words are a whisper against Bruce's lips and he doesn't exactly refer to what he is thanking him for. Believing in him, asking him to join his team, breakfast, fucking him hard and good, telling him of his possible future self visiting him... maybe it's all of the above, who's to say. Not Barry. Because rather than elaborate on that, he kisses Bruce. Warm but playfully feverish as he smiles into that kiss, arms crossing around him with a pleased little hum on his lips. ]

[ Bright, beautiful, brilliant.

(When he's erased from existence and misses everyone very much, in a brief spark before nothingness, he'll think of how grateful he was to have known Barry. Mostly. Maybe. Probably. Unless his EVIL SPEED FORCE CLONE is murdering him.

actually jk even then he's just like this)

He returns that kiss, leaning into it with both arms holding the younger man securely. Hoping to let him feel the sincerity of his faith through it. There as many shadows in his head as there are in Gotham, it feels like, and letting Barry chase them away for a while is nothing but good.

So. Making out for a while, right? Right. ]

[ Yes to making out for awhile. Or at least until Barry needs to shove something in his mouth. Food, that is. Get your mind out of the gutter.

(jk he'd honestly go for that too)

Fingers lace together behind Bruce's neck as lips brush over his in a long, drawn out, somewhat feverish kiss. He likes this — likes making out with Bruce in his place where it feels as if it's just the two of them and no one else. He knows it'll come to an end, as will that feeling since they both need to go back to their daily lives and all. Bruce's being here in Gotham, Barry's in Central City. Good thing is... he's fast. Very fast, so coming here to Gotham is not at all an issue... if Bruce ever wants him back here. Like this. Things they... still haven't really talked about. What any of this is, aside from not wanting to forget.

Breaking that kiss with a pleased little hum, he shakes some of his hair out of his face and smiles to Bruce, bumping his nose against his for a quick second. ]

Do I get to see you again sometime?

[ Bruce sits back after Barry pulls away, though he brings one hand up to stroke over his hair, then rest his palm against his furry chest. Which is very cute. ]

Whenever you want, [ he offers, aware it's open and a lot, watching Barry's face for a reaction. He still thinks it'll be entirely fair if the speedster wants to just have a nice night and move on. His own hopes are— ?

It'd be nice to know. Everything ends badly and he shouldn't.

Because: ]

With the caveat that I don't have the luxury of too many days like this.

[ He would like to, perhaps. But his mission comes first, and it has to be balanced to a certain degree with his work with the company. He's only got a few more years left of being Batman before his body gives out - either from another catastrophic injury, or simply wear and tear finally collapsing - and he has to push himself to the bitter end. ]

[ Honestly, he'd expected that and it's why all he can do is lick his lips and nod, head ducking down for a brief moment as he does. ]

Yeah, I... can't imagine that you do.

[ Or that he himself does. Not that ~~The Flash~~ he's any busier than Bruce or Batman is, but. He's starting up a new job for himself and now wanting to test out his own theories of things that involve his speed and potential time travel via running, so. He's likely to be working long into the nights with trying to figure all of that out. Needing to get it all Just Right.

Shaking some of his hair out of his face, he smiles, fingers slipping down to rest there at Bruce's torso. ]

But, you know... if you're ever in the mood for making a guy come four times in one night or something... you have my number. [ A beat, his smile softens. ] Or if you just want some company. Helps that I don't really need a car or plane to get here.

[ Inside, there's a brief, unexpected laugh at the way Barry phrases it. Outside, he just looks faintly amused. Bruce presses a chaste kiss to his mouth, just a little teasing. Making a guy come that many times, indeed. Or something. ]

In that case, I hope I find you waiting for me sometime. [ Another kiss, a little less chaste. ] If you're ever in the mood.

[ He wonders if he's got it in himself to make time to see Barry, seek him out on his own. He'd like to think so - he has thought so, in the past - but it's never ended up working. Bruce loses himself in cases, in misery, in obsessions that are everything but the people he should be obsessed with. (Or is it a blessing that he doesn't fixate on people for good reasons the way he does for bad ones? Would he just ruin it in a new way?) ]

Nothing in this life is easy. But it can still be a life.

[ You know. If you thought he was all doom and gloom, there's this, too. The future isn't here yet. ]

Oh, buddy. I'm in the mood right now.

[ A raise of his brows, he chuckles then as he leans in to steal a quick kiss from those lips, a soft little hum lingering there on his lips as he nuzzles at the other man, arms loosely draped around that neck of his.

The thought of zipping over to see Bruce here and there is one he's already had on his mind since last night. It's easy enough for him to do and isn't exactly out of his way what with his speed and all, just. He doesn't want to impose or show up when Bruce is knee deep in whatever project or obsession he's got going on at the moment. Maybe he needs to do the tiktok challenge of "walking in nakey on my bf playing video games" and see just how Bruce reacts to it. He's... honestly not sure. Hm.

Either way, his gaze softens some as he listens to those words and the smile that touches his lips is warm and gentle. ]

A life with you in it?

[ 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. ]

[ Do people get sick of Bruce? Is that A Thing? ]

And what if I never get sick of you?

[ Fingers lace together a little tighter there as arms stretch behind Bruce's neck, Barry nosing at the other man with a playfully warm smile there on his lips. Still on his lap. Still in that bathrobe of his. Still with it half open at the top there. ]

What if it's you who'll get sick of me?

[ Raising his brows, he gives a bit of a shift in Bruce's lap there, licking over his lips as he does, gaze dropping to his chest. ]

Get sick of some guy who wants to hang around you... wants to crawl in bed with you.

[ Wouldn't that be interesting. ]

Guess we'll have to see. [ Little teasing things, gentle offers for outs, are less awkward (at least he things so) than detailing things like: he's never experienced being sick of someone, as his relationships have all been so short and fraught. Ended by death, or by irreconcilable differences, many of which are rooted in his behavior. Barely able to make time for someone, and then being too intense in those rare shared days.

Bruce could always try changing that, but ... you know. Batman. He's got priorities and they are what they are. Barry deserves something better, but he hopes he can be good for him while they choose to fool around. The thought of it, and the hope that he won't hurt him, makes something warm spark in his chest.

They understand each other more than most. It could work. ]

Did you get enough rest? Speaking of bed.

[ Fooling around is bound to turn into Actual Feelings at least for one Barry Allen and, from the looks of things, he's already headed down that road and there's no signs of stopping or going down a different one any time soon.

A thoughtful hum, he leans into Bruce a little more then, eyes looking up as if truly considering the question. ]

If you want me back in your bed, all you have to do is ask.

[ Brushing the words against the other man's lips, he huffs a rather playful laugh then before he steals a quick kiss from that mouth, leaning back in his lap and letting arms slip from around that neck, hands resting against those pecs instead. ]

Did you? You didn't seem too... peaceful.

[ He thinks about it. Is it weird. Would it be too forward to pull him back in bed right now, or are they both just dancing around it, mutually trying not to seem sex obsessed. Well.

Bruce makes a thoughtful sound, thinking about that. Peaceful. ]

I slept well, [ he says, because he did. Conked right out after Barry, thoroughly exhausted after fucking him like that. ] I just don't sleep for very long at a time as a rule.

[ And that's, you know. That's all!! Nothing weird here. He's not an unstable nutjob who has dreams of another dimension and/or an apocalyptic future he might be responsible for because he can't seduce Superman. Or something. Christ, who even knows. It changes every time, bit by bit, and sometimes Bruce feels like it draws closer and closer every time he falls asleep.

Fortunately, he saw nothing but blackness sleeping beside Barry. Just rest. ]

No matter how worn out I am.

[ heyoo ]

[ Oh really. ]

Maybe you need a little convincing to.

[ Raising a brow, he wiggles his fingers there on Bruce's pecs, leaning in to steal another quick kiss from that mouth before he lean back, head cocking to the side, staring at the man while he stays there on his very comfy lap. ]

Come back to bed for a bit?

[ Words he softly speaks as the tips of his fingers run down those pecs and glide across those arms. Down down down, until they reach strong hands and lets his fingers slip through Bruce's, squeezing tight as he takes hold of those hands in his.

Slowly, he smiles. ]

Unless you'd rather bend me over here.

[ He's got a shirt on, a black long-sleeved thing, dully overpriced. But there's no fake persona slouch to his posture, and the solid muscle is unmistakable beneath Barry's hands. He could stand to eat a pie or something. Bruce laces his fingers through Barry's, returning the hold, pulling their hands up and balancing him on his lap, knees spreading a little wider to stabilize his perch. The chair just about accommodates it. ]

You like being on your hands and knees, huh, [ he observes, his tone deceptively casual for how closely he's watching him. Keyed in differently now, committing to sexuality without so much coyness. ] You must be getting yourself really deep when you do that alone.

[ Accusing him of being into porn and being a dildo size queen, yes. But there's nothing that seems judgemental. Just talking about is coaxing simmering arousal up, and it's fun, besides. He jiggles one knee, playfully seeing how well Barry can stay balanced there on his lap while he's got his hands pushed out. ]

[ The bounce has him hum a little but he doesn't lose his balance. Rather, he straightens himself up some and squeezes those hands back with a smile. One that is so very playful in its nonchalance. ]

Maybe I'll let you watch sometime.

[ An invitation to watch him masturbate and get himself off? It's more likely than you think, even if he's being rather cheeky about it in his typical way. ]

Would you like that, Bruce? Having me touching myself on your bed while you watch?

[ Raising his brows, he presses further. ]

If you have some things here you'd like me to use, I don't mind. You're just not allowed to touch. Unless I say so.

I would like that.

[ He leans in, getting him further off-balance, or trying to. Not trying to make him actually fall off, though. Playing back and forth. And he means it: he would very much like to watch Barry get himself off. The younger man is so enthusiastic and, he's learning, awfully horny. It's probably a hell of a sight even when he's alone, and not performing for an audience.

Another lean in, this one much quicker, one hand breaking away from their hold. Bruce doesn't have the speed force at his disposal, but he's still a ninja (if the hugest ninja to ever live). He pushes out then up, tipping Barry over his shoulder and walking them back around the divider to the bedroom area. ]

I don't keep much here, [ he tells him as he flips him onto the bed with a bounce, kneeling on the edge and leaning over him. ] Think you could hold out like that, bossing me around? Or would you give up and want me to fuck you?

[ There's a bit of bright and bubbly laughter at the sudden and unexpected hoisting up over his shoulder and Barry feels... happy. Never in a million years would he think of Bruce more or less dragging him off to bed like this but here they are.

His robe falls open completely when he drops down to the bed on his arms, unabashed by the way he lays back exposed for the other man. Bruce has seen, tasted, and felt more than enough of him last night for there to be no need to feel such a way after all.

Teeth drag over his bottom lip as he watches the way the other man kneels there on the edge of the bed and comes in close, fingers reaching out to playfully brush up that leg close to him, eyes never leaving his face as he does. ]

Would you like being bossed around by me?

[ Raising a brow, he trails that hand up that leg a little further. ]

Think I can?

[ Last night (and this morning) Bruce was less forward, taking time to feel (hah) everything out, learn about Barry, keep a close eye on him for any negative or nervous reactions. Now, he isn't quite as cautious, determining that they're comfortable enough with each other for it. He crawls over him, pushes him back, drags his hands down the younger man's exposed chest and lower over his hips, to the tops of his thighs. ]

I've been known to play along, once in a while. [ He brushes his fingers over Barry's cock, but doesn't stay. Leans in, muscles between his thighs, curls over him and presses a kiss to his mouth, deep and heated. Play along, because he really is happy to do just about anything to please his partner, but he's not inherently submissive. It's an almost impossible headspace for him to get into, and the bitter struggle to get there isn't something he'd want to put Barry through.

He kisses down his throat, begins to suck a red mark there at the base of his neck, pushing down fully clothed onto his bare skin. ]

What would you want me to do, if you were bossing me around?

[ Still, all that said, fuzzy handcuffs and saucy bossing-around are all very hot in their own ways. ]

[ Despite the playful thought of being the one to boss Bruce around, somehow the other man turns the tables on him and he finds his back pressed against the mattress, lips locked in a heated kiss he can't help but moan into. Barry could so easily fall into doing whatever Bruce says — whatever the other man asks of him and he wants to, is the thing.

Fingers stroke along Bruce's neck, soft little gasps spilling from his lips as he tilts his head back some, arching into the other man as he takes to sucking at his neck — at touching him wherever he so desires. It takes him a moment to collect his thoughts, to remember that he was, just seconds ago, playfully threatening to boss him around if he wanted. When it comes back to him, he looks down to the other man, hands smoothing along Bruce's shoulder blades in an attempt to keep him close. ]

You're such a cheater... [ Words he mutters with a quiet laugh on his lips before he's humming in thought. ] ...see how long you can go without touching me as I ride you. Maybe I'd cuff you so you can't. Just to be sure.

Mm? [ Innocently. A cheater, him, he has no idea what Barry's talking about. He stays low over him, close as he's clutched, though he does move down enough to press kisses over his chest and mouth at one nipple. Holding it lightly in his teeth for a moment, a teasing threat at something sharper.

He looks up, knife-sharp gaze tempered with warmth. Squeezes the younger man's side with one hand, just for an excuse to hold him tighter, feel more of his skin as he considers where to move next. ]

Do you want to ride me?

[ A brief, chaste kiss on one boob. ]

Guess that's what those handcuff questions were about after all.

[ And here he was thinking he'd overstepped with that line of humor, back in the car. ]

[ Bruce makes it very hard (in more ways than one) to focus on anything else that isn't him and Barry has to wonder if the other man is aware of that or not. Either way, not like he had much planned for the day what with it being the weekend and all, so. Being right here with Bruce for... however long... is more than ok with him. You know, until the man decides he needs his ~~time to brood~~ space away from others. For now, this is fine. This is good. This is more than Barry ever thought he would get.

The thought of riding Bruce is one he's had a couple times all on his own and so when the very real possibility of it is right there in front of him, Barry decides to take it.

By turning the tables.

With a slowed sort of speed about him, he clutches the man's arms and flips them. Bruce now against the bed with the speedster on top, straddling the man's lap, robe open. Wearing a playful little grin on his lips, he rocks those hips against the man's lap, fingers still holding tight to those arms. ]

You wanna see me ride you? See how much I like taking it from you?

[ Assuming slowed sort of speed still means speed force to some extent, and not a pudding-time pantomime—

Bruce goes with it because there's no other option, and because rolling like this is a hell of a lot easier (and more fun) than tumbling out of the way of gunfire or an explosion. He looks up at Barry, rolls his shoulders, flexes his arms against the younger man's grip, but doesn't try to break it. Just getting comfortable, as it were, though the expression on his face is all playful challenge. With only the tiniest bit of edge. ]

Yes. [ Well. He raises one knee, not enough to unseat Barry, just to give him some encouragement, top of his thigh pressing into the speedster's ass. ] I want to see you on my cock, deciding just how fast you want it, I want to watch your face when you lose it. Want to see if you can come just from that, without either of us touching you. Bet you'll feel like you're choking on it, in this position. Gravity pulling you all the way down.

[ Getting hard beneath him. It's easy, with someone like Barry, basically naked on his lap. Bruce hitches his hips up, teasing them both. ]

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