Chapter Seven: Push And Pull

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I can say this story is really special to me especially because it's the one story I've really given myself time to sit down with. (Before I published this story I already had as of now six chapters written).
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Bruce straightened out his bow tie and flattened the creases on his suit. He was wearing a crisp, cream three piece suit. His Wayne cuff links glistened in the light and his hair was slick back to perfection. He checked his back side to make sure there were no random stains or dirt marks before giving himself a satisfied smirk. He could hear Alfred fussing over the boys downstairs from his room. Bruce couldn't help but shake his head with a small smile; if it wasn't for Alfred Bruce would've lost his head with the boys months ago. He looked at himself in the mirror one last time before making his way downstairs to meet everyone else.

He could see Damian wrapped in Alfred's arm watching as Dick finished straightening his tie. Alfred called him dashing and Dick's face broke out in a contagious smile. Dick puffed his chest out and Bruce patted his shoulder catching his attention; he looked up at Bruce with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you excited for tonight?" Bruce watched Dick carefully, "I know how much you've been looking forward to this."

"Yes! I finally have the chance to impress Angela DeLune." Dick spoke honestly and Bruce couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his mouth.

"I thought you didn't like her." Bruce teased and he could see the tips of Dick's ears burn red.

"I didn't until I found out she doesn't like me either." His eyebrows knit together and he let out a small huff.

"I'm confused, Dicky." Bruce straightened Dick's bow tie, "You want her to like you because she doesn't?"

"Exactly." Richard nodded.

"That sounds frustrating, Master Dick." Alfred chimed in, "Why not spend time with someone who likes you instead?"

"That's no fun." Dick frowned a little.

"Like father like son." Alfred shook his head and Bruce raised an eyebrow at the other man.

"And what's that suppose to mean?" Bruce's questioned as Alfred handed him Damien.

Alfred only scoffed and gave them all a once over before speaking, "I will see you all later, be safe."

Richard slipped on his over coat and straightened his posture. Bruce followed suit while still holding Damien who was looking up at him with wide eyes. He knew he wouldn't be at the charity fundraiser long especially because of the boys; they were the perfect excuse to go home early. He bundled Damien up and Alfred waved them off as they exited the manor.

Bruce buckled Damien into the car seat in the back seat of his car and Richard took the passenger seat without a word. Bruce sucked in a deep breath his nerves getting the best of him; tonight would be the first time Clark met his boys and suddenly he felt like things were moving too fast. His heart was pounding as he slipped into the car and tried his best to keep his composure. He hadn't felt like this in a while especially out of his suit.

He couldn't drag Clark into his life; not with everything he had going on. He imagined trying to have Clark move in without him knowing about Batman. It seemed impossible. He was a journalist after all; he was bound to find out. Bruce let his thoughts wander to all possibilities but Clark came up dead in all of them. It made Bruce sick to his stomach.

He gripped the steering wheel and took a deep breath in before checking the boys through the rear view mirror. Richard had headphones in bobbing his head to what ever song he was playing and Damien sat calmly in his car seat Bruce could see his little face through the mirror on the seat. With both boys at ease Bruce pulled out of their driveway and towards the city.

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