Bruce was the king of self-denial. There had been a time when he was younger, after the difficult end of his first engagement, when he had fully embraced the playboy lifestyle he had become famous for. It hadn't taken him long though for that aspect of his persona to become nothing more than another mask for him to hide behind and over the years, his relationships, casual or not, had fallen fewer and farther between.
He'd convinced himself he needed no one, and every time he let himself allow someone close enough to care about them, it ended badly. It was only further reinforcement to keep Selina - someone he wanted more and more as time passed - at bay. There had always been many very good reasons not to trust her, not to let himself love her, but his infamous logic and reason rarely seemed to hold up to base emotion when it came to her. And now, there were no more excuses. There was just her, and her willingness to accept what he was offering.
And it seemed she would, if the direction of her hand was any indication. He'd given her the opportunity to have a say in the matter, and as her fingers closed around him, the sound coming from her so rich and primal, Bruce exhaled as he rocked closer to her touch, his eyes falling closed. Concentrating, he forced the last bit of energy into their connection and took hers into his own, feeling the current between them snap into place.
He smiled. "You have no idea, love."
Pleasure rocked through him and Bruce gasped softly, giving a light shudder. The material against his skin was too rough, and he pushed it away as if it offended him, the scrape of it against his skin painfully pleasant. Drawing his fingernails over her skin just to let her feel the sensation he described, Bruce stopped at her thighs, remembering her response from before.