Description: It’s hot in Gotham and Bruce knows what means
Warnings: there’s like one curse word
Word Count: 0. 2 (it’s a blurb)
“Bruce, where are my pants?” Y/N searched her side of the walk-in closet. She could find no pants except the occasional pair of sweats. Her closet was full of mini-skirts, dresses, and shorts.
“You don’t need them anymore. It’s summer,” Bruce said from the California king-sized bed. He was reading under the light from the bedside lamp and he wore his reading glasses that never left the room.
“But I want pants,” Y/N walked and stood in front of her husband. Her hair was twisted in preparation for a twist out and she wore a silk nightie. Bruce sat his book down and took in the beauty that was his wife. A dopey grin took over his otherwise brooding face.
“There are shorts,” Bruce argued. It was finally getting hot in Gotham and he wanted to see his wife in Summer clothes before the Gotham returned to its cold and rainy natural state.
“Pants, Bruce, I want pants,” Y/N whined while climbing into bed with her husband.
“It’s sundress season,” Bruce remarked before turning off his lamp-side light. All Bruce Wayne wanted was to see his wife’s ass in a sundress.
Summary: A terrifying savior comes to your aide one night but it isn’t the last you see of each other
Warnings:18+ ONLY, mentions of violence, mugging/assault, mentions of stitches/needles, smut: primal kink, rough sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, fingering, biting/scratching, slight restraint play, light oral (male receiving), light mentions of pain play, manhandling, use of pet names - “bunny”, intense sex
Word Count: 6.5k
Note:Hoping the direction I took with this doesn’t feel too rushed, it’s all about getting completely caught up in someone. This is also based around this headcanon I wrote! Enjoy and please reblog and comment!
Panic was familiar to you, especially in this city. Gotham took no prisoners and didn’t afford room for recklessness at any turn.
