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Despite knowing better, Bruce couldn't look away. His eyes burned looking at him, fascination and wonder covering them. Bruce is obsessed with how dark he appears in these moments, gleaming black as beetle shells. Obsessed with the downwards tilt of his mouth when he frowns, arms crossed over his chest in a tired manner. He could trace it forever, immortalise it with his touch

This fic sucks yall 😭😭🙏 plot is inconsistent and sucks. You have been warned 😐

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