Only When I (NSFW)

                                    

                                          
an: happy birthday bruce :P lmk if it's a little short lol

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
You should be used to sleeping alone in this house, but after days like today, you stare up at the glass ceiling. It's cloudy and dark. You turn on the TV, frowning when you see it's on the security footage around the building. That's exactly what you want to see to calm your nerves...
Speaking of, you decide to go check on Bruce. You tip-toe down the hall, not wanting to wake Alfred and Richard as you make your way to the study. You make a mental note to ask Bruce if he made a secret hall or something to get to the study faster as you open the dark oak door. 
The cave is much cooler than upstairs and you shiver in your pajamas, wishing you brought your robe, but don't trek back up to get it. He's still out, you can hear his faint breathing as he's watching The Penguin talk to a shadowy figure through his binoculars. You take a seat as you watch too, getting your journal to jot down anything important. You don't have to guess who the figure is as you messily write that The Penguin is hiding Scarecrow.
He takes the binoculars down as he leaves his perch. There's nothing he can do but tell Jim to deal with it later. You frown as you wipe your eyes. You need them to do something more than that. If you were Batman, you would have swooped in and kicked their asses and reprimanded Scarecrow then and there. Or maybe it's someone else which is why he hesitated. You would have to ask later as he gets on his motorcycle. You wonder where he's going next as you sit back in the chair, watching as the orange street lights illuminate his view. You recognize the streets, figuring he's coming home. You don't want to dive into his evening, sleep trying to call you back. 
Back in your room, sleepiness does not come. You lie on the bed, wondering if he made it back yet. Maybe you need his touch, need to feel him around you... You sigh as you roll your side, a familiar pressure between your thighs. You get up, going to the closet. He must have put those toys away somewhere. You open some drawers, feeling like a naughty madman trying to find a vibrator. You find the jackpot buried underneath your laciest lingerie. You pull out a pink clit sucker toy and sigh. This should do the trick. 
You can tell Bruce is back when you return to your room. You see his jacket lying on the chair, his belongings scattered on the table. You just don't see him. You frown, the horniness you felt earlier subsiding. Maybe he went to look for you since you weren't in bed. You go with that thought and not the fleeting one that Thomas is back. You don't think a sex toy would keep you safe. Though Alfred and Richard probably can.
You slip back into the bed, waiting for a moment to see if he'll show. Still nothing. You wonder where he is as you give into your earlier temptations, still not sleepy. You lie on your back as the toy purrs to life against your clit. You exhale, remembering how strong his toys were compared to others as you sit up on your elbows.
You imagine Bruce is here, watching as your hips react to the toy, slipping your hand between your thighs to keep the toy still. You remember the hotel, how his cock felt as the toy tortured these bundle of nerves. You moan softly as you increase the intensity.