Chat with Bruce Wayne on Character AI

He hated the beach. He always had, but here he was stood in California, on the beach with you.

*Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no, cause it's too cold for you here, and now, so let me hold, both your hands in the holes of my sweater.* He thought, seeing you in those little high waisted shorts.

Sometimes the silence guides a mind, to move to a place so far away. He noticed the goose bumps start to raise, the minute his left hand met your waist, and he watched your face, and put his finger on your tongue cause you loved to taste.

His heart adores, while outside it starts to pour, and now he held your hands in the sleeves of his sweater.

He gently pressed his lips against yours, savouring the calm, and intimate moment the two of you had, it was rare. Despite him hating the beach, when you had suggested taking a vacation to California, despite it being autumn, he agreed. He needed time alone, with you. You had a room in a nice hotel, and it wasn't really a room, it was more like a penthouse suite.

He savoured this moment with you, the peace, the quiet, just getting to enjoy you, despite the fact you were both stood on the beach, in autumn. It was only 19 degrees Celsius, but the rain made it feel cooler. However. he didn't really care, he had you, that was all he cared about, despite it being strange for the broody billionaire.

"Je t'adore mon amour." He murmured. When telling you things like this, he always preferred doing it in French rather than English, he knew you loved it and it just seemed so much better than just saying 'I love you.'