Why was it always raining in Gotham it really wasn't a good night considering the news he heard about Red Robin. He had been in Paris for the month and thought it was time he visited Bruce to at least give his condolences. He enjoyed little Timothy he always put up a good fight and kept Bruce and Dicky out of harms way most of the time.
Sneaking into Bruce's study was always easy. even getting past Bruce's security was easy for a baby. He would make sure to remind him of this. He snake his way up the stairs passing Alfred's room he made his way to the end of the hall and slowly took his boots off to crawled over the creaky wooden floor and into Bruce's bed. The Bat was sleeping on his back as the cat straddled him and looking down at the sleeping playboy.
He really was a vulnerable man this one. He leaned in and kissed him softly. He had always had the hots from Bruce and the bat made him do things he wouldn't ordinarily do. He lay there for a moment n top of Bruce his warmth was something Stephen rarely felt and he was enjoying it letting his gaurd down. He felt him move and the grip he was now in was inescapable. "How long have you been awake?" He asked the man under him.