"So you don't pretend to be Batman; you are Batman. A horny Batman. Got it." Tommy was still coming to terms with the fact that Oliver had killed people, but distance made things easier to accept, and sometimes he even forgot Oliver was the Hood, if only for a moment, and then Oliver spoke, all intensity and concentration, and he remembered again, but right now.
He couldn't figure out what was going on in Oliver's head. First he didn't want to have sex. Now, he seemed to want to have sex without dealing with whatever emotional problems he was having. He also wanted to be in control and yet he seemed to he pull back. Tommy wasn't sure if this was because of the island or because Oliver wasn't sure of them as a couple, but he carefully pushed all of that aside. He could figure things out slowly.
Tommy moved closer without hesitation, his hands going to Oliver's shoulders. "Good, because I meant that. I am going to take my time." To prove his point, he dipped his head, and began kissing the scar on Oliver's chest, nipping and licking the contours, while his hand moved down the long scar that ended under Oliver's pants. "How about we take our clothes off?"