Night-Shots (Oneshots)

A glimpse into the Bat's Nest - Part Two - BruDick.

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Bruce woke to an odd sight that he didn't feel bothered over at all. In truth he wanted to forever wake up with this man's face staring back at him. This was the one person he never wanted to let slip through his fingers, to keep him by his side until death and drag him into their next life too. 

He didn't remember coming home last night and he wondered how he even reached their bedroom at all. He knew it must have been a rough patrol because his memory was fuzzy and his body was sore and heavy. 

His senses were finally kicking in and he first took notice over his partner wearing his top, a bit oversized on him and looking so damn perfect on him. He wondered if Alfred would allow him to steal the other man's clothes and just leave him trapped in wearing his own for the rest of their lives. 

The room fell into focus, the bleached clean scent choking him and an annoying beeping was coming from an machine close by. His mouth felt dry, felt like sand paper and as he tried to speak out he was met with a hard, strong and fast punch to the chin. 

Feeling his memories suddenly flashing back and panic and dread fill him as he turned his shocked gaze back to the other man. Seeing just how worried and scared he's been over him by the look in his eyes and knowing it must been bad or that he wasn't informed over any of it at all. 

"You're not allowed to die until you place me in the will as your husband, okay?" Dick whispers as he takes one of his lover's hand, holding on tight and leaning forward so the other could see him better without having to move much himself. 

"Of course, can't die without making you rich first otherwise all your gold digging work would be ruined" Bruce carries on with the joke, his voice raspy and his eyes showing how tired he was but he knew humour was an coping method for his lover. 

"Exactly. All that effect into winning you over, gaining your trust and accepting your growing love would be wasted on me without all your money" Dick weakly smiles back, using his other hand to brush some sweat staked strains of hair of his other's half forehead. Knowing he hated hair sticking to his skin. 

A silence washed over them, both just breathing in and out and taking in the other's presence. Both accepting they were both here, both okay and alive and safe. Squeezing their joint hands and knowing the other was right there. 

"Is-I-Is Damian-" Bruce started to ask, struggling to get the full question out and knowing how close his son came to death. 

"He's okay. Safe and alive. Currently tucked in bed just as all our other children are. Jason's going to be staying at the manor until you're home again. He's taking care of his siblings like a good big brother. Think he's even teaching Cass how to hide a body if her further partners ever turn foolish enough to cheat on her" Dick reassures quickly, a sad smile on his lips as he knew the rest would love to be woken up and allowed to see the resting man right now. Knowing his partner would nothing more to see them all and see for himself that they were all unharmed. 

"As long as he's teaching the basic skills needed when stepping into the dating world" Bruce lightly joked back, an actual smile pulling at his lips. 

"Nothing but the best skill set taught of course" Dick promises with a silly grin on his lips.