Summary: "Morning." Bruce greeted. "These look good. Thought you would burn them." Bruce added. Hal shot him a disbelieving look before smirking slightly.
"Oh, like how you almost burned my apartment down by making toast?" Hal asked sarcastically and smirked when he saw the embarrassed look on Bruce's face. He heard a snort and when he turned around he saw Jason covering his mouth.
"I did not almost-" Bruce tried to protest but Hal cut him off again and he revelled in the surprised looks on Bruce's kids faces.
"Please, spooky. There were a bunch of complaints and someone asked me if everything was okay because they had thought if I fell asleep while making myself breakfast." Hal said, smirking and leaning against the table.
OR
Hal makes breakfast for the boys and insults Bruce's cooking. The boys feel like they judged Hal too harshly. After all, those pancakes are delicious.
Hal fluttered his eyes open, feeling sore in the best of ways. Sex with Bruce was absolutely amazing, even if he had to be gagged most times that not considering the fact that he's now living in a house with a bunch of children. He's not that much of an asshole.
Hal tried to roll away from the bed to go and shower but a strong arm around his waist stopped him from moving. He grinned slightly before turning to meet his boyfriends who had his eyes closed but a scowl on his face.
“Bruce~” Hal whined, trying to get out. That had only resulted in Bruce pulling him closer.
“Hal~” he mimicked back, still not letting Hal get out of his strong grip. “It's too early, go to sleep.”
“It's 10am, Spooky.” Hal protested but immediately felt himself blush when Bruce reached back and grabbed his ass.
“And?” the stubborn man asked. Hal just rolled his eyes at his boyfriend before trying to squirm away again and trying to ignore Bruce's hand on his ass.
“Bruce, I wanna make breakfast.” he protested and when it looked like Bruce was going to contradict him he cut him off. “And I'd rather not scar Alfred or any of your kids by our naked bodies.” he added, raising an eyebrow at Bruce.
“You're mean.” Bruce pouted with his eyes still closed.
“Oh, I'm the mean one?” Hal asked, raising an eyebrow. “Who's the asshole who made me jump on their cock and not let me cum for 2 hours.”
Bruce just smirked, cracking his eyes open the slightest bit. “I didn't hear any complaints. And I'm more than happy to do it again.” he added, gaze raking down Hal.
“Perve.” Hal muttered, climbing out of bed, trying to ignore his boyfriend's eyes. “When you're finally done being a phenomenal douchebag, join me downstairs.” Hal said, moving over to the connected bathroom.
Hal waited for a reply but instead he turned around and saw Bruce asleep, chest moving up and down. Hal smiled a little at the scene before moving over to shower.
After Hal had finally finished his shower and changed into one of Bruce's shirts and a pair of sweatpants, he went downstairs to make himself some breakfast.
“Mister Jordan.” said Alfred, appearing at his side. Hal jumped slightly, heart beating quickly, before turning to the old man and smiling at him in hope the man would smile back. No such luck.
“Alfred, hey!” he said sunnily. Even though Hal knew than nobody here really liked him he tried to be nice. “I was wondering if I could make pancakes.” Hal asked, staring at him hopefully.
