Re: early morning edits~
Bruce turned his faced into her hand, kissing her palm. "Just giving you fair warning, love," he smiled. "We're going to be awhile."
Pushing the hem of her shirt up, Bruce pressed a trail of kisses against her stomach leading upward toward the valley between her breasts. Continuing to push the material up over her shoulders and head, he pulled it off her arms and away, tossing it forgotten into the room somewhere.
He took a moment to look at her, his fingers spreading wide to span her stomach. "I think you should know something," he said, gently cupping one of her breasts through the silk and lace of her bra. Dipping to kiss her throat, he spoke against her skin.
"My reputation - Bruce Wayne's reputation - these days it's as much a mask as his personality." His tongue traced the hollow of her throat up to the line of her jaw. "I'm not exactly a monk, but some would argue I'm close to it." He smirked. "And I have trained with more than a few."