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heliosundercover · 7 months ago

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get clean, get dirty

steb/fem!reader

warnings: shower sex, oral sex (fem!receiving), mutual pining, selectively mute!steb, steb has a cool less-human tongue ;), flirty!reader, 18+ MDNI, 4.1k words

synopsis: in the crescendo of a flirt, you finally push the right buttons to put steb's fantasies of your wet body under his touch in motion

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You stuck to Steb’s side like glue on the long walk back to his place. Dead silent in the setting sun, the dusky light doing nothing to hide the dusty pink hue that played on his pretty cheekbones.

Silence was well made up for in the way your hands were tightly entwined and your bodies pressed close to one another. There was a buzz between you, electric, ecstatic, that made your heart flutter and your breathing turn more and more stuttery the closer you got to your goal.

And while Steb was much better at schooling his face, he wasn’t fairing much better than you. Gripping your hand just a bit too tight and taking quicker, longer strides than he usually would. You smiled at that, months of teasing and chatting and fluttering lashes getting you exactly where you wanted.

Months, almost a year, of flirting with the cute enforcer you just couldn’t help but notice around. Learning how to read him where words failed him, exploring every inch of himself that he’d give you; it was like solving the most satisfying puzzle, with the most gratifying rewards of teasing him and watching his face flush, understanding him and watching the relief soak his features.

Maybe you’d pushed it today. You were loitering around a community hall the force used for hand-to-hand training and the likes, your presence coming to be expected by Steb’s colleagues who seemed to enjoy having you around — if only because it meant they could rag on him for the cute chick who followed him around like a clingy cat.

Chattier and more verbally confident than him, you’d taken it upon yourself to commentate on his round, wolf-whistling and throwing him a sultry wink as he pinned a colleague to the ground. It was encouraging, in your defense.

The breaking point must’ve been the very end of the session. Steb, clad in a compression shirt — that fit him much too nicely for you not to ogle — walked right up to you, his face read ‘really?’ in deadpan disbelief that you’d be so bold here. But the bright blush on his cheeks told a different story, one you couldn’t help but smirk at.

“Hey, Stebby.” You chirped innocently, a grin taking over your face that went from perfectly bright to rather devious. “You stink. You gonna shower soon?”

His eyebrows quirked, as almost invasive as you were, you hadn’t asked questions like that before. He nodded once, firmly, but with a cautious pinch of his brows and a barely noticeable downturn of his lips. What were you playing at?

“Mmm, sounds nice,” you cooed thoughtfully, “can I join you?”

The question, said much more seriously than your usual flirts, hit Steb like a sack of bricks. It showed on his face as his eyes widened in surprise and his blush became ferocious. You adored the way his lips dropped open ever so slightly, staring at him expectantly through your eyelashes.

“Is that a no?” A flirt you were, but a creep you were not. Sometimes you felt like you overstepped, so the least you could do was give him an out.

In Steb’s mind, an out was the last thing he wanted. Cocky, chatty, everything he wasn’t and he should’ve found you intolerable but for months you had occupied his mind in a hostile takeover. You knocked the sense out of his head. He dreamed of you, every part; softly sharing space to tangling in each other with burning passion.

He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about you in that way before on his own terms, and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t imagined how your skin would look damp, dripping with water and sweat. Your skin looked so soft, it must feel like heaven under hot water.

He’d probably die before he’d admit he kept getting stuck on the thought of your bare, wet, hot body pressed flush with his — gasping at the feeling of your back meeting the cold shower tiles and your tits squashed against his firm chest. You seemed to love the way he pinned down his peers in training, surely your hand would find a harsh purchase twisting in his hair as he pinned you to the wall and took you standing.

The insinuation that you wanted that too was testing Steb more than anything ever had before. It took an immense amount of self control to not act rashly in that hall, as much as he wanted to shut you up in a searing kiss.

That conflict was entirely internal. You stared up at him in mild worry as you watched as his eyes glazed like he wasn’t grounded anymore — the frills on his cheekbones twitching out of time before he found the way out of his thoughts.

His eyes held a fire you hadn’t seen before, it froze you solid. Steb shook his head, a smug look encompassing his features. He jerked his head towards the door, not taking his eyes off you. An invitation, a dare.

Just what buttons had you pressed to provoke him into returning the challenge? You pondered the thought the whole way.

You watched as he fumbled with his keys, delighting in the huff he let out and the frustrated twinge of his lips.

The smug look on your face was wiped off the second you were pulled inside; Steb had you caged between him and the wall in seconds, his face closer to yours than it had ever been before with a flicker of his eyes tracing your face. You could see the occasional blink of his third eyelids, speechless at the way they glistened — god, he was so pretty. Your breathing sped up, begging for you to breathe him in.

The smell of his sweat was fainter than you thought it would be, but you could still smell him and that with the strands of hair that were starting to fall in his face were a dangerous combo. He shed his jacket, leaving him in his tight shirt and the bottom half of his usual uniform.

Steb was bad for your heart, especially with the way you could see a sliver of skin where his pants hung lower than they should on his hips.

He shot you an accusatory stare. The tilt of his head, so sweet normally, was almost intimidating with how slowly, purposefully, he moved. He let the silence do the work for him, let it get you rambling — it was cute that he finally made you trip up on your words. You were so suave normally.

“I- Uh- You… planning on taking that seriously?” You swallowed, afraid of if you’d messed up but so starstruck with this new side of Steb. He was so… sweet, sort of passive usually, content with letting you take the initiative in your interactions — the switch up had you stumbling, but you weren’t complaining.

You’d seen a flash of a more commandeering self lurking beneath his quiet exterior more than once. It had done a number on you the first time; the way his eyes narrowed and the sudden and confident intentionality of his movements had taken the air from your lungs. You found yourself the object of that focused stare now, and it was making you weak in the knees.

Without breaking eye contact, he crowded you closer, your noses a scant few centimetres apart. One brow raised, his eyelids drooping in a way you’d only dreamed of before, his eyes searched your face for permission. Your glittering eyes gave it readily.

His lips met yours, softer than you thought they would, but as you bit at his bottom lip you could feel him leaning into you. Your eyes fluttered shut and your head knocked against the wall, you stayed connected for a moment longer before Steb slowly pulled away.

You had half a mind left to chase his lips, but the sweet touch of one of his fingers against your chin felt too good to protest. His head tilted, a slight nod gesturing down the hall — kissed silly, you were having a hard time stringing what he wanted together.

Tracing down the shape of your body, his hand found yours again and loosely held, Steb pulled you down the hall. You fell into step quickly however, and it didn’t take you long to reach the door he was intent on finding. Pushing it open, your mouth dropped. His bathroom. He wasn’t kidding about taking you up on the offer.

You turned back to him, mouth open. Disheveled, he leaned against the door frame quietly observing you with intense eyes, your breath caught in your throat. What a figure he was…

You shuffled into the room, curious, almost bashful. When you looked over your shoulder at him, with hot cheeks and an inviting tilt of your head, it was like you were trying to kill him. You were right where he wanted you, like something out of one of his dreams. Every time you met his eyes again you made his cock ache just a little more.

Steb followed you in soon enough, leaning around you to turn the shower on. You felt so flustered standing there, waiting for the water to warm up, wondering just how he had this much control over you without even having to say anything.

He circled around to face you, a firm, searching look in his eyes as he pinched your shirt between his fingers. Did you want this? And you knew he wasn’t going to continue without an answer.

Slyly, taking satisfaction in the way his ears twitched, you raised your arms. Coyly, teasingly daring him to take it off for you — not about to give up winding him up. A furious blush coated his cheeks, a sign you were winning, but he didn’t slow; more and more of your clothes being delicately removed while he never once looked away.

By the time he had you in your underwear, the distinction between your own heated blush and the heat of the shower’s steam was blurred completely.

“It’s a bit unfair that you’ve lost no clothes yet, don’t you think?” You asked, biting your lip with fervour as you pinched at the well fitting shirt. Your hand slid underneath the tight hem and your breath caught at the feeling of fairly toned muscles, not super defined — but just enough for you to very much enjoy them.

The shirt was lost quickly, as were the rest of his clothes and you were left with your mouth ajar at the fact that the sweet, quiet, Steb was hiding all that underneath his clothes. You had half the mind to be jealous of the fabric.

His hands tugged at your underwear, impatiently, as he cornered you against the shower door. They were promptly discarded.

The warm water poured over your skin, the steam making Steb look softer through it.

You pressed a kiss to the skin of his shoulder, tasting the salty sheen coating it as your tongue darted across the spot. You couldn’t help but pepper him with more kisses, trailing them up his neck where you found the tender spot that made Steb inhale sharply when you nipped it.

His hand twined with the wet hair of your nape, pulling you back enough for him to see you properly.

Water poured in streams over your curves, adding a shine to your skin. Your hair stuck slick to your skin too, darker as it got saturated. Tantalising, you stood there, bare and flushed and putting his dirty fantasies to shame.

Accurate to them however, you were as forward as ever, jumping at the chance to slick your hands with soap (a rather gentle kind, you’d discovered) and run your hands over wherever you could reach. The effect was instant, Steb’s breathing became brilliantly laboured, almost panting through the thick steam as you got so close to him but didn’t press your body to his quite yet.

Your hands deftly swiped past his nipples, making his chest jump. Steb let out a small whine that you clocked instantly, one you decided you absolutely had to hear again; you swiped at them again, fondling them, pinching at them, drawing the most explicit noises from Steb’s throat.

You were as handsy as he hoped you’d be, having your hands on him already felt lecherously satisfying. Fuck, and this was just the start, if he was guessing.

He hissed as you closed your lips around one of his sensitive nipples, his hands finding your hips when you ran your teeth over it, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. His grip was strong and you couldn’t find yourself worrying about bruises, in all honesty you were hoping he’d leave some — all the flirting and innuendos and sweet taunting, there was no way this would end in anything other than a carnal display of need.

Steb’s hands wandered over your body, the satisfaction of seeing you bare had his head swimming already but the feel of your damp skin under his fingers had him nearly shaking. Softly, he palmed your tit, exploring and devoted. The thin string of his composure was fraying by the second.

You smiled against his skin and wanting more you kissed your way up to his lips again, taking a selfish lick up the column of his throat just to taste him. You were met with a crushing kiss, overwhelming desire fueling the searing dance of your lips.

The flow of water over your heads, chaotic and streaming over where your lips connected made the kiss feel more like a mess. Biting at Steb’s lips harder than you meant to, he groaned, and you brushed his tongue with yours the second the opportunity presented itself.

Hot and warm, you felt it all over. Your hands traced the outside of the gills resting by his jawline with purpose as you pressed yourself as close as you could — almost annoyed by the slickness of the water that almost felt in the way.

He tilted his head, pushing deeper, breathlessly allowing himself to grope you. You whined into his mouth at his touch that ghosted lower and lower, sweeping over your cunt.

Steb pulled away, leaving you gasping, and gave you that familiar look — the tilt of his head asking for permission. He wanted to fuck you so bad but he was still so respectful, it sent a pang of need straight to your core, making it ache deliciously. The thought of finally being able to see his face twisted in pleasure, of watching himself lose his grip on his self control because of you made your head spin.

“Fuck, Steb, quit being such a gentleman.” You murmured through the water, grasping at his hand and guiding it to where you wanted him most. More than just the gentle touch before, you could feel the pads of his fingers trace your cunt, slick with your wetness.

In turn your hand was guided to his shoulder as he backed you against the cold tile wall, his head buried in your wet hair. You gasped loudly at the frigid sensation on your back, arching up into his fingers.

Peppering your temple with kisses, his fingers circled your clit before lewdly dipping into your aching cunt. Steb panted into your ear, feeling the way your wet body writhed against him and the way your cunt greedily sucked his fingers in. He curled them and you moaned, your mouth opening so invitingly, and he captured your lips in another consuming kiss.

The feeling of his fingers, thicker than your own but still devastatingly lithe, playing with your pussy and the heel of his palm grinding against your clit was going to ruin you. Lustful and obscene, you’d never felt so good and so dirty at once. Taking his tongue in your mouth, moaning around it as the kiss grew sloppy, water seeping in everywhere — you were lost to the sensation.

Feeling your orgasm start to pool in your gut, your hands struggled for purchase on Steb’s lean, slippery shoulders. They brushed against the fins that ran down his spine, ones you liked to trace with your eyes when he wasn’t paying attention, and he shivered at the feeling.

Your hips rutted into his hand desperately, chasing your peak, lewd sounds falling from your mouth and into his ear. He pulled away and you whined at the loss of his hand between your thighs, the frills on his cheekbones fluttering at your blissed-out, needy look.

Without breaking eye contact, Steb clasped his hand over yours that still rested on his shoulders. He peeled one off, but keeping it pressed to his skin he trailed it down his toned abdomen. Your gaze flitted between his wet, dishevelled look — the hair plastered to his face; the flush on his cheeks; the subtle twitching of his ears and frills — and the burning path he carved downwards with your hand.

He couldn’t look away, you noticed, his lidded eyes glued to your hand; pliant in his and inching further and further towards his cock. Taking initiative through the fuzzy feeling that was stuffed in your head, you reached the rest of the way yourself, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock.

Steb groaned at the sight, his head slumping forward as his eyes fluttered closed. You bit your lip, admiring him for a moment — keeping your hand still just to tease him.

“Open your eyes, Steb. Look at me.” You purred, the way he did so immediately with blushing cheeks and ears that were shyly pinned halfway back plucked a chord of satisfaction in your gut. “You gonna show me how you like it?”

A strangled noise fell from his throat, his eyes screwing shut for a moment before looking at where his hand still held yours.

You eyed the way his stomach tense when he finally moved your hands, stroking his cock torturously slow. Your thumb darted out from under his to swipe at his tip, a motion that made him jerk into your hands and quietly whimper. You could almost see the hearts in his eyes through his fluttering lashes, cute.

“You wanna keep it like this? Or do you want to fuck me?” You asked boldly, pushing yourself off the wall to get in his face. A flash of surprise flitted across his features, before a horny, conflicted look took its place.

Your free hand stroked at his cheek, just under his still-fluttering frills, “your call, put me where you want me.”

Steb’s hips jerked again at your salacious tone. Despite all the sensation, he clung to restraint; you wanted to break that more than anything. You wanted to see that darker, animal look swim in his eyes when he looked at you, unabashedly focused on getting what he wanted. You almost moaned at the thought of caring, quiet Steb fucking into you like an animal in heat.

You searched for his other hand, holding the curve of your back, and pulled it up towards your neck. You tilted your head to get millimetres closer. “Take what you want from me. Please. I mean it.”

You wanted him so bad, something so obvious since you started to really get to know each other. But the extent of your desire left him breathless. You wanted to give him anything he wanted, without restraint. He wanted to see you fall apart.

A shadow of unimpeded desire lidded his eyes. Steb pushed you firmly against the wall, you gasped at the temperature as well as the new drive that shone in his eyes — just like you’d seen when he leaned against the doorframe earlier.

Unlike what you were expecting, he sank to his knees; hands tracing every curve of your body with immense care as he went down. Kisses, nips, and bites were left in his wake, stretching from your collarbone to your breast bone and all the way down to your pelvis. The last nip at your skin was left just above your cunt.

Fuck, he looked beautiful with the shower stream running down his lean, arched back, with a look in his eyes — hazy, unfocused — that screamed how lost in you he was, knees spread open. You whimpered at the feeling of his face pressed up against the outside of your pussy.

Steb’s warm hand encircled your ankle, the warmth travelling straight to your sopping cunt, and pushed your legs apart.

Without restraint, he tilted his head and pressed a sloppy kiss to your clit; taking it in his mouth and suckling. His tongue, that felt more pointed than you’d expected, lapped at it with fervour. Steb’s eyes, closed in pleasure and focus, fluttered open to take in the way your body arched from the wall. A small smirk graced his lips from his place between your thighs, frills fluttering against the soft flesh surrounding them.

His hands slid enticingly up your legs, coming to hold your hips, pulling you closer to his mouth. Rising slightly on his knees for a better angle, he made out sloppily with your cunt, oversensitive cocktip brushing the shower floor for a second in a way that made him moan in earnest against you.

You squealed at the feeling, writhing between Steb’s hands, pushing him closer to your weeping entrance. His tongue plunged in, nose grinding into your clit in a way that made you gasp and twist your hands into his hair.

His tongue was much longer than you’d expected, thinner and more pointed at the tip and thicker at the base. And by god was it flexible, fucking into you with ardour and rubbing against your gummy walls fast and hard. The lewd squelch of Steb eating you out like a starved man echoed against the shower walls, along with your moans.

Circling your hips with his forearms, hands coming to rest close to his face, he pulled you onto him impossibly further. You were seeing stars at this point, shower water trickling off of your stomach, curved with how hard you arched trying to chase the feeling. Your hips rocked against his face as much as they were allowed.

You looked bewitching from Steb’s place between your thighs, face flicking through expressions he’d only dreamed of seeing; your quick tongue reduced to babbling; your body writhing from his touch alone.

You caught the staring, burning eyes full of thirst almost swallowed by your flesh. The reality of the situation crashed into you at full force, the guy you’d been pining after was getting off from being trapped between your legs. Steb’s eyes, full of want, drank you in like you were the only person in the world.

His fingers snaked under your thigh, pressing against your cunt before joining his tongue. You moaned loudly at the feeling of his slick tongue and deft fingers stretching you out for a moment before his tongue slipped out. Your disappointed whine was cut short by the feeling of his tongue lapping at your clit.

Curling into the right spot, your head fell back in a long groan. You panted into the thick, wet air as the knot in your stomach grew tighter and warmer, wanton moans pouring from your lips more and more often; growing pitch as you hurtled closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Fuck- Steb-” You whimpered breathily, before being cut off by your own draw out mewl as his tongue flicked your clit hard, fingers stretching you deliciously.

With a choked noise, you came hard; your fingers dug into his hair and you slumped forward. His ministrations didn’t let up however, fucking you through it as you trembled above him, thighs clamping around his jaw. Steb’s name tumbled from your lips like a breathless prayer.

He pulled away from your cunt, covered in you and panting. You watched his shoulders rise and fall violently with it, and you sorely hoped that the sensuous, pussy-drunk look on his face was from pleasure and not mild asphyxiation. Whatever it was, it was hot.

You slid down the wall, your shaking legs stretching out either side of him, fixated on his eyes. You spent a minute more resting, before a sultry grin stretched across your lips. You pulled your legs back in, contorting yourself into crawling a mere couple of inches closer to his face.

You kissed him under the pouring water, softly, but messily — tasting yourself on his tongue. You felt him swallow. You pulled back.

Your hand traced down his chest, sensually caressing his nipple. You traced the movement with your eyes for long enough for him to breathlessly mumble ‘fuck’ before your eyes lit up and stared him straight in the eye again. You could get him to say that again, maybe.

“How about your turn, handsome?”

His hand on the back of your head pulled you into a fervent kiss, taking you with him as he leaned back as far as the cold, glass shower panel would let him. You giggled against Steb’s lips, looking him in the eyes as your hands travelled south.

A/N: that mf swallowed some shower water there's literally no way he didn't. he probably didn't even notice. luv yas 🫶

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heliosundercover · 7 months ago

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Winter wonderland❄️

✨ Bat boys ✨

Oneshots

Jason Todd—don't let the winter blues stop you from experiencing the wonders of the land.

Jason was never one for winter, and it seemed winter didn't agree with him either, as the second the seasons changed, he ended up in your apartment sick as a dog. Some kind of chill had completely taken down the big and bad Red Hood, and, of course, ever the doting girlfriend, you ended up catering to his every beck and call, which admittedly wasn't much; he didn't seem to need much other than a blanket and cough syrup here and there since he already felt bad for putting a wrench in your winter plans. And so he found himself here, trying and failing to concentrate on his book while you sat in an armchair across the room, gazing out the window at the first snowfall of the season; the sight of you longingly gazing out the window really broke his heart. Silently he cursed the season for making him sick and unable to accompany you on all kinds of winter activities, all brought by Bruce's money. After thirty minutes he decided he couldn't take it anymore.

"Get dressed, okay?" That was the last thing you had expected from him.

"for what? Do you need something?

He watched as you got up, not peeling your eyes from the window until the last moment. Despite how he felt, he couldn't handle the sight of you alone by yourself in the armchair, longing to get outside and play in the snow. He knew he was no fun to be around in his sickness, and he desperately didn't want his sniffles and sneezes to kill your fun. So, reluctantly, he spoke up, encouraging you to get up and get ready.

And just as reluctantly, you got ready, putting on your jeans, boots, and heavy winter jacket. And he did the same, putting on the thickest hoodie he had over there and some jeans.

"Ok, now what?" You speak still a bit confused, wondering what he could possibly have planned since he still looked sick; you even swore you saw him shivering if you focused your eyes. He managed a smile, ignoring the chills running through his body and the way his nose continued to run. He didn't want you to worry; he didn't want you to know. He just wanted you to enjoy yourself.

"C'mon, now we go outside and enjoy the first snow. Let's go."

He grabbed his gloves and scarf, wrapping them around himself before leading you out the door. He watched as your eyes lit up excited at the prospect of going outside. But she could still sense your hesitation since he was clearly still sick. But that just made him pull you along a bit harder.

"But you're sick?"

You protested, but instead of replying, he simply picked you up bridal style and carried you down the stairs and out the door of your apartment building into the waiting fresh white snow.

Jason couldn't help but chuckle as your protests turned into excited giggles. The cold air nipped at his nose and made his head ache, but he pushed through, determined to ensure that you had a good time. He set you down on the sidewalk and stepped back, watching as your eyes sparkled with excitement at the sight of the fresh snow. Unfortunately, you were a sucker for the charm of the sparkling fresh snow and cold air.

"See? Told you it'd be fun." Jason spoke up, smirking at you, despite how the cold air nipping at his nose only gave him a headache.

"Thirty minutes okay? Fresh air might do you good."

Jason found it cute how you rationalized playing in the snow with him.

"Thirty minutes," he replied as you grabbed his hands, pulling him out into what was a big open patch of grass that was normally the front of the apartment complex that was now flooded in fresh powdery snow. Jason chuckled once again, allowing himself to be pulled out into the winter wonderland that the complex had been transformed into. He couldn't help but admire your childlike excitement as you played in the snow, and it was a stark contrast to the grumpy man he was while he was stuck inside with a cold from hell.

"I can do thirty minutes."

The two of you spent the next half hour making snow angels, throwing tiny snowballs at each other, and laughing like two children. Jason had forgotten all about his illness for a brief moment, enjoying the simple act of being with you and enjoying the moment. The snow continued to fall around you, the crisp winter air making your noses and cheeks rosy.

"Come here," he said playfully, reaching out to playfully pinch your nose.

Laughing, you wrap your arms around him and pull him into a kiss. Snow falling all around the two of you, it felt like a moment straight out of a movie, and it was totally worth waking up the next morning sick.

Richard "dick" Grayson- all Wonder no winter

Dick loved winter, sitting inside by the fireplace drinking hot cocoa, baking cookies, and decorating. Ok, so more like he liked the idea of winter—but this year he had someone to spend the winter with. And like every year, he got ready to enjoy the pleasures of winter with someone else.

It started at 12, where we insisted on visiting the manor to bake cookies. Of course, you obliged with free, fresh, fancy ingredients. Who would pass that up? So you get dressed and happily hop in his car and make your way to the manor. I pulled into the expansive driveway of Wayne Mansion and hopped out of my red convertible. The front door was open, so I didn't bother knocking and stepped inside.

"Alfred?" He called out. There were various Christmas decorations around; the house had a fresh pine smell. You take in the decorations as Dick speaks with Alfred, presumably telling him about your kitchen plans. Then you head to the kitchen after some quick pleasantries with Alfred yourself, of course. The manor is very big, so the kitchen was a bit of a walk, but Dick made sure his hand stayed entertained with yours the whole way there, excited to start baking with you. When the two of you arrived, he let go of your hand and began to grab out the supplies; clearly, he was a seasoned veteran when it came to making cookies in this kitchen.

"Before we start," he began saying. "What are you more: a ginger snap fan? Or a sugar cookie sort of person?"

"Sugar cookies for sure."

And with that, you two spend the next hour baking as many cookies as you could reasonably make.

Then, after making enough cookies to feed a small village, he insisted again that you sit in front of the fireplace and watch a holiday movie with him. As we finished the last batch of cookies, I made sure the sugar cookies were in ziplock bags for later before we began walking over to the living room. You both sit down on the sofa in front of the fireplace.

"Hey, which movie are we watching? I'll let you pick," he said, leaning back against the sofa cushion. glancing over at you after the movie was finally on, the soft glow of the Christmas tree lights illuminating the room. The fire crackled in the large fireplace, and the heat washed over you. He realized he never wanted to spend another Christmas without you again.

"This is nice." He mumbled through a mouthful of cookie. As he continued to munch on the cookies and sip on his hot chocolate

"I could stay like this forever..." he sighed with a smile.

"Me too."

Bruce Wayne- winter wonderland brought to you by Wayne tech

Bruce was always busy, sometimes too busy for you, but he made sure to try his best to give you attention anytime he could. But as Gotham got colder and as he watched everyone around him enjoying the winter with loved ones, he decided that he wanted to spend more time with you in his own special way, which started with him buying out an entire ice skating rink and then inviting you there without telling you why.

Gotham City's night sky shone upon the ice skating rink, filled with people enjoying the winter wonderland.

The sight was definitely not what you expected; you had completely spaced on the location, forgetting it was the ice skating rink, and when you arrived, the last thing you expected was to see Bruce.

Bruce stood in the middle of the rink, waiting for you to arrive. He was dressed in a red turtleneck sweater and jeans, making him almost unrecognizable from his usual dark, brooding attire. He had his hands in his pockets, a scarf wrapped around his neck, and a small, almost shy smile on his face.

Bruce's smile widened as he saw you approach him in the ice rink. His eyes took in your form, noting the way the cold winter air had dusted your cheeks pink and the way your hair was tousled by the wind. He extended a hand towards you, beckoning you over. "Welcome," he said warmly, his voice just loud enough to be heard over the sound of the music playing in the rink. "I hope you weren't too surprised by my choice of venue."

"No, I definitely was surprised—I didn't even know you could skate. You can skate, right?" You laugh softly, and Bruce remembers just why he wanted to spend more time with you.

Bruce chuckled, the sound low and deep and a bit sheepish. He stepped closer to you, his hand still outstretched, waiting for you to take it.

"Come in; let's get you some skates."

"I've done a bit of practice," he confessed as you take his hand, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "But I make no promises that I won't embarrass myself or end up on my backside."

"Oh, I'd pay to see that," you reply, following him to the kiosk that gives out the skates. You get a pair, which Bruce insists on helping you put on. Bruce knelt on one knee on the cold ground, his long fingers working deftly to tie the laces on your skates. His head was bowed, his hair falling slightly into his face, and his eyes intently focused on the task at hand. For a moment, he wasn't Bruce Wayne, billionaire playboy, or the dreaded hero of Gotham City; he was just a man, tying the laces on a pair of skates for a woman he cared deeply for. "There you go," he said, his voice soft as he looked up at you, a small smile curling the corners of his lips. "All laced up and ready to go." Once the laces were secure, he looked up at you, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He helped you to stand, his hand resting gently on your hip to keep your balance.

"Don't laugh too hard when I fall." He chuckles as he leads you onto the ice, and to your surprise, Bruce is pretty graceful. He really meant it when he said he took a few lessons. As you and Bruce continued to skate around the rink, taking in the festive atmosphere, you couldn't help but smile at the way he was enjoying himself. He seemed so carefree and happy, a far cry from the normally broodingly serious Dark Knight.

Suddenly, he spins you out, then pulls you back in close, your back pressed against his chest, his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you steady. He leans down, his mouth right next to your ear, speaking just loud enough for you to hear him over the music. "You're pretty good at this," he murmured. A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

His hands lingered for just a moment longer on your waist, his touch warm against the cold air, before he spun you back out. As you resumed skating together, Bruce's eyes stayed on you, taking in the way the lights of the rink danced across your face and the smile that you couldn't quite contain. For a moment, he forgot about all the responsibilities that weighed him down—all the enemies that threatened Gotham, the press hounding him constantly, the weight of trying to be the hero that Gotham needed. All that mattered was the feeling of the ice beneath his skates, the way the cold air stung his lungs, and the smile on your face. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this light and carefree, and he knew that it was all because of you. "I'm only good because I have you to lean on, Bruce. I really missed this—us, you know."

He watches as you giggle softly while he spins you around the rink. Bruce chuckled, his grip on your waist tightening slightly as he continued to hold your waist steady.

"I missed this too," he admitted. "Spending time with you, laughing and enjoying ourselves, away from all the responsibilities and stress."

As you let out another soft laugh, an undeniable fondness filled his chest, and he spun you around again, twirling you faster this time, the world becoming a blur of colors and sounds around you.

Hours passed as the two of you continued skating, laughing, and enjoying the moment. As the night grew late, the ice rink began to grow quiet, the music coming to a soft stop. Bruce led you off the rink, carefully helping you take off the rented skates.

"That was fun," he said, his voice gruff from laughter , a proud loving smile on his face. "I'm glad I was able to spend this time with you."

"I'm so glad we could spend time together too—how about we go home and warm up with some hot chocolate?" You reply, happy to have spent this time with him. It really had felt like ages since the two of you got a chance to just laugh and enjoy each other's presence.

Bruce's smile widened at your suggestion of hot chocolate. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to his side.

"That sounds perfect," he said, the warmth in his voice matching the heat of his body against yours. "I can think of a few other ways to warm up as well... but hot chocolate will do for now."

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