@gunpowder-saint.bsky.social rubbing that head for good luck.
Doctor Wayne (B)
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Light of our Life: @gunpowder-saint.bsky.social (02/11/26 Bruce(B) |Timothy (T) | Terrence (Tr) #AsYouWish Penned by DA
Bruce is dressed casually, in a t-shirt that shows off the well-earned muscle he works hard for, and a sweater draped over his shoulders. "James? Would you like to come with me for an evening stroll down the riverwalk?" @therevoluti0n.bsky.social
@therevoluti0n.bsky.social They finally get home, and it's late. Bruce is exhausted, flopping down on the sofa in the Batcave, not even able to move a muscle to get it all off. "Come here, my love," he says to Bucky.
Often it feels like nothing will ever be the same, and James will never look at him quite like he used to. Bruce also knows that a lot of this is paranoia. James loves him. Right? Right. He finishes making breakfast, a little ramekin of baked eggs, tomatoes, and feta with rustic slices of bread.
