Competition •Wayleska/Valeyne•

Argument

A/N hey! I was wondering if I made a nygmobblepot story, if any of you would actually read it?

I'll edit later!

Bruce wakes up to one of the twins squeezing him tightly and nuzzling into him. His eyes flutter open and he spots Jeremiah's arm around his torso, pulling him closer. His eyes are closed and his features seem relaxed. Bruce then feels his head slightly rising and falling. He notices Jerome is somewhat wrapped around him, cuddling him tightly. He feels Jerome's heartbeat against his head, as well as his breathing. It was surpassingly calming to the boy.

Bruce feels his body heat up, as well as his cheeks. The feeling of blushing always makes him feel funny, because when he blushes the tingling sensation goes to his cheeks and soon travels throughout his whole body too.

He just smiles and closes his eyes again, cuddling into Jerome more, causing Jeremiah to scoot closer to him in his sleep. Miah would never admit it, but he loves cuddling. It makes him feel safe. He always cuddles with one of his pillows every night. It comforts him in every way. Jerome on the other hand is insane and can sleep with his foot out, revealing it to all the demons under his bed.

Bruce begins slowly drifting off to sleep again but soon gets woken up by the twins.

"Psst! Let go of him!" Jerome hisses out at his brother, not liking Miah's arm tightly around Bruce's waist.

Jeremiah glares at his brother in response. "No, you! He's comfortable, leave him be! He doesn't need you breathing down his neck," Jeremiah whisper shouts. Bruce pretends to be asleep still, not wanting to be apart of the twins drama.

He's never felt so wanted before. He has two people fighting over him and he doesn't even know why. Bruce can see that he may come off as charming, but he can't see himself that way. He's just regular old Bruce Wayne. He has awful social skills, he doesn't understand jokes and doesn't really have a filter at times.

Ever since his parents died, he's felt like a nobody. Even though thousands of people know him and his story, he still manages to feel small.

Jerome and Jeremiah make him feel important. Bruce knows he shouldn't be happy about the two are fighting over him, but he's happy that somebody cares. Somebody that likes him for him and not his money. Not his fame. Of course Alfred makes him feel important as well, but Alfred is family to Bruce. He isn't someone he just met. His butler has been there with him since day one.

The twins make Bruce feel like a regular teenager and he likes it that way. Bruce is proud of how far his parents have come and what they've done for Gotham, but at times he wishes he grew up like a normal boy. Go to the park, make new friends. Feel the discomfort of scraping his knees while learning to ride a bike. It's the small things Bruce missed, but in the end his problems aren't so small.

Now that Bruce thinks about it, he's never had a real friend. He grew up surrounded by sciences and such. He never went to a real school and had the proper experience a child should have had.

"We'll he'd be more comfortable with just me!" Jerome argues. He pulls Bruce towards him, causing the brunette to let out a squeak and reveal he's awake.

Jeremiah watches the look on Bruce's face. He has a cute innocent look in his eye, his eyebrows are raised and his lips remain in a straight line. Jeremiah smiles a bit but then looks at his brother and instantly becomes jealous.

"Leave the poor boy alone," Jeremiah mumbles while sitting up and crossing his arms over his chest.

Bruce looks up at him with big eyes, unsure if he wants to be rescued or not. "I don't think I will," Jerome says while smirking down at Bruce and then glancing back up at Miah.

"H-How about some breakfast?" Bruce speaks up from Jerome's grip. He feels the ginger loosen his grip and he takes the opportunity to sit up and stretch his arms.

He lets out a groan and shuts his eyes. When he opens them, he looks at Jerome and notices his shirtless body. Almost instantly he looks away and his cheeks begin to heat up. Bruce turns to look at Jeremiah but blushes more. He's not shirtless or anything but he looks so cute in his pyjamas. His shoulder blades are revealed and his hair is all messy. Bruce hasn't ever seen Jeremiah look messy.

He always looks clean and his hair is always done nicely. It's cute looking at him without his glasses or anything. Bruce wants to crawl up into his lap and kiss him.

What? No, stop thinking like that Bruce.

Bruce shakes his head, trying to push the thoughts away. Lately he's been getting worse, trying to figure out his sexuality. He's stumped.

The Valeska's make him feel something he's never felt before. Important.

The most important man in Gotham doesn't feel important. Only the two crazy gingers remind him he's somebody.

Bruce looks at Jeremiah again and watched him crawl out of the fort. Bruce follows after him and then Jerome does too. They all stand up and Jeremiah just stands at the door. "Just where here Bruce. I need to check if our mother is home," Jeremiah speaks. Bruce isn't sure why his friend has to check, but he lets it's slide and nods his head.

He watches as Jerome's smile fades. Miah walks out of the room and shuts the door. The other approaches the door and leans against it, pressing his ear down and listening. About a minute passes before Jeremiah calls for them to come downstairs. Jerome opens the door and they head out.

They walk down the stairs and see Jeremiah in the kitchen, washing his hands. "She isn't home. What do you want for breakfast Bruce? I apologize, we don't have a whole lot," Jeremiah says sadly, realizing he can't offer Bruce anything nice.

"That is perfectly fine Jeremiah. What do you guys have?" Bruce asks while approaching the counter in their kitchen.

Jerome walks in and begins searching. "Cereal, fruit, toast. We got some waffles left too," Jerome lists off all the things.

"I'll have cereal," Bruce replies. Alfred never has cereal around the house. He always claims it's full of sugars and Bruce should have a healthy breakfast.

Jeremiah frowns, "are you sure Bruce? I-I can make you something if you'd like. I can make pancakes or-"

Bruce smiles and raises his hand as a way to politely decline the offer. "Cereal is more than fine Jeremiah. I haven't had it in awhile," Bruce tells him. Jeremiah nods his head and pulls out three bowls.

Bruce picks the cereal and Jerome gets the milk. Luckily for them it hasn't expired yet. Jerome has a dark history for accidentally drinking milk past it's due date.

The three sit down at the table and eat in silence. So far things are going well for the three. The sleepover didn't end so badly.