Slade turns the key and pushes.
Sleeping stale air greets him while he takes off his boots.
It's dark inside but he doesn't switch on the lights, he moves silently. Leaves groceries on the table and heads for the bedroom. Dick is sound asleep. He enters the bathroom, gets ready for bed and checks that his brow wound is already healed, and so only cleans away the residual blood.
The white haired gets at the edge of the bed, and suddenly the covers fly open."You're early. Found a way to kill time?".
Slade says nothing, and only grunts once settled, spooning his boyfriend, biting his ear.
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Flying without a net: Memory bites
Fanfic~NEW dark CHAPTER, BEWARE~ No time for a long story but still want some "plot"? There you go: easy, quick memories, mainly Dick's and Slade's. Also, some basic 'poems'. (DICK IS SCARED. SLADE IS SAFE THO, ISN'T HE?)(I FOUND MYSELF AN IDIOT- YES ILL...