[Have a fifty-five year old Bruce Wayne, sprawled out on the bed next to you, not nearly as decent as he should be, and passed out. But not for long, he's a light sleeper, even when hungover and recovering from a night of binge drinking (He'll deny it ever happened if asked about later)]

(The thread was ridiculously tiny ( Read more... )

The night had been quiet enough, a little too quiet to sleep without Bruce there, even though the other man almost never made a sound or unnecessary move once asleep.

Harvey supposed that he missed the sound of Bruce's metronome-steady breathing beside him, and as though Hugo read the lawyer's mind, their great dane jumped up on the bed, circling ( Read more... )

*just a beep*