Thirty Days (A Birdflash Fanfiction)

Day 16: During Their Morning Ritual(s)

The alarm clock buzzed for all of five seconds before Dick swiped it off the beside table and sent it screaming into the wall, where it lay broken and silent. Wally snickered into his pillow. His husband was most definitely not a morning person.

"Shut up," Dick groaned, flopping his hand against Wally's back.

"The only thing that'll hurt is my feelings, babe."

Dick burrowed under his pillow, grumbling a mixture of obscenities from various languages. Wally understood about half of them, and probably would've been able to make out more if he hadn't just, you know, woken up.

"Haven't you got work today?" Wally asked. Dick grunted in response. Sighing, Wally rolled out of bed to get the coffee started. Dick was having one of those I'm not moving until I have caffeine in me mornings. It ran in the batfamily. Staying over at Wayne Manor was like living in a zombie apocalypse that lasted all of ten minutes every morning, complete with biting. There was an unspoken agreement in that house that Tim got his coffee first, and may the Lord help anybody who got in his way. At least in Dick and Wally's apartment, Wally was more likely to be bitten when Dick was fully awake. And naked.

Wally stumbled into the kitchen and turned on the coffeemaker. He also threw some bread into the toaster so Dick would be less likely to stab him when he went to wake him up again. The man hid batarangs everywhere.

Coffee and plate of toast in his hands, Wally returned to the bedroom. Setting the plate down on the bedside table, he poked Dick awake. Dick extended his arm to swat at him.

"I have coffee," Wally said quickly. Dick pulled his head out from under the pillow and snatched the mug out of Wally's hand. He took several long sips, head tilted back, eyes closed, before he finally looked at Wally. Dick's hair was sticking up on one side and his eyes were only half-open, but it was an improvement.

"Go eat," he said. "I'll be down in a minute."

Wally kissed his face and headed back down to the kitchen. By the time he sat down with toast, porridge, eggs and bacon, Dick was out of the bedroom, fully-dressed, freshly showered and depositing the empty plate and mug in the sink.

"So what does the Blüdhaven PD have in store for Officer Grayson today?" Wally asked him.

"Beating my head against a corrupt bureaucracy with their asses firmly in Blockbuster's pocket," Dick replied brightly. "So, the usual."

"Tell Amy I said hi."

Dick gave him a minty kiss and stole a piece of bacon. "I will. Don't run yourself into the ground."

"Oh, stop. You'll make me swoon with your wit."

Dick winked at him while shoving the whole rasher of bacon into his mouth. It shouldn't have been hot, but somehow Dick pulled it off. "Bruce wants another set of eyes on a case tonight," he said, swallowing. "I won't be here for dinner. Alfred said you're welcome to come to the manor if you like."

"Damian's not gonna try and kill me again, is he?"

"That's how he shows affection." Dick picked up his keys. "Gotta go. Love you."

"I'll love you even more after you save me from Damian's latest scheme to get rid of me."

Dick snorted, and stepped out the door. Wally returned to his breakfast.