I Believe in Gotham City.

      ❝   like this?   ❞ he gives her a soft, gentle brush of his lips against hers. she’s feels warm, he notes. the kind of heat he’s grown used to feeling against his skin and misses it whenever it’s away. his arms wrap around Bobbi’s waist and he gives a gentle tug to urge her closer for a longer, more intimate kiss that will leave them feeling faint and a little breathless.

you let them go feral what did you expect

       ❛  and I you. but I’m still not growing my beard back anytime soon.  ❜  though it will make a come-back when he’s too enticed in his next project to bother with self-grooming….. or sleep, for that matter. it’s a waiting game of when, just never intentional.

Send “✊” to punch my muse!

mmm, he leans into the kiss, hooking an arm around her back to tug her closer for another. his coffee stained breath steals one more kiss -- a second -- a third, before letting her go. he reaches over to fix the collar and smooth back her hair, fingers lingering for a moment longer against her neck.