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“Hold still!”
You yelled, holding Bruce’s face still with one hand and with the other, a paint brush with black paint. You stood, overtopping him. The only time you ever towered over him was when he sat in a chair. Bruce gave a rare smile that Alfred said only happens when you’re around him. You laughed as you strengthened your grip and the paint brush touched his pale skin. Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit” played through the speakers. You hummed to it as you moved the brush back and forth.
“You know, it doesn’t need to look perfect. No one is going to see the rest of my face.” He chuckled as you leaned over to the palette on the table to get more black paint. You brushed some of the excess paint off the lid before painting more of Bruce’s face.
You said. “Hey, if I don’t fill in these spots, you’ll look off putting.”
“I think me dressed like a bat is already off putting to the criminals.”
You shrugged as you moved to work on the other eye. “Whatever, I still want it to look good.”
Bruce was about to roll his eyes, but he stopped himself, knowing you would be pissed if he moved. “Anything you do is great.”
“Thanks, babe, I try.” You smirked at him as you let go of his face and he stared directly at you. You examined him, trying to figure out if you missed any spots however, you ended up looking at all of him. His sparkling green eyes, his dark, black hair that needed a wash and his muscles that you wanted him to grab you with. You smiled, thankful for him.
“What? Did you miss a spot?” Bruce asked.
“No, no, nothing.” You blushed as you went over to the table, grabbed the mascara, and held it up. “Now for the mascara.”
You walked back towards Bruce as you took out the mascara brush. “You should wear mascara more often.”
“Why?”
You leaned over him as his eyes shut. You began to draw a black line over his right eyelid “You would look good with it. Some black eyeshadow too. It would bring out your eyes.”
“Where would I wear it?”
You shrugged, finishing the eyeliner on the other side and put the brush back in its container. “I don’t know. When you go out, once and a while.”
Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in closer to him. “On our dates?”
You bit your lips while looking down at him. “Maybe.”
His hands forced you down more, pulling you into a kiss. You two continued to kiss as you moved your hands through his hair. Bruce and you parted but only a few seconds as he brought his legs together and you sat on him, balancing yourself by putting your legs on each side of the chair. You wrapped your arms around him. He brought his lips to your neck, and you breathed. You knew that you two needed to stop so that he could leave.
“Hey…”
You unwrapped your arms reluctantly and he took his lips off your shoulder.
You frowned. “You have to go do vigilante shit.”
He sighed as you hopped off his legs. He stood up, towering over you and grabbed your chin.
“When I get back.”
He laid one kiss on your lips before he got onto his bike and disappeared into the night.