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My eyes flutter open, light seeping into my room, strange I could’ve sworn I closed my blinds last night, I sit up my back felt as if it was split into two wow I really mustve slept wrong, then panic surges through me for all of 30 seconds before registering that I am in fact in a gentleman's room and oh fuck, Its one of Wayne's many adopted kid, Dick Grayson, I process this before getting (as slowly as I can) out of his bed and heading into what I assumed is the bathroom, I looked around for something I could use to fix my disheveled look up and I find a spare toothbrush I rip the packet open and brush my teeth as I attempt to remember what went on.
Last Night At The Wayne's Charity Gala
I remember
Being in awe of it, pretty women and even prettier dresses as I walked around the room making sure drinks were distributed.
I remember
Being flirted with by a handsome guy and him even asking me for drinks after Im off
I remember
Stumbling out of the bar and back to his place
I remember
Undressing and letting him hold me-
I'm suddenly cut short of my reminiscing when someone knocks on the bathroom door (presumably Dick) I quickly rinse my mouth before shutting off the sink and opening the door. I look up at him feeling suddenly awkward and out of place, I wait for him to speak, he just looks at me with a dopey-smile. He eventually opens his mouth to speak "So, I see you found the spare toothbrush, how'd you sleep-?" He ask and my brain scatters, speaking to a cute guy drunk is not the same as speaking to him sober it seems, I finally conjure up a answer "Good-, I uhm slept really good your bed is comfortable." I managed out, trying to look nonchalant I leant against the counter almost falling down in the process managing to cover it up with a cough. He looks at me with sorta a sideways smile and a tilt of his said (he definitely saw that slip up) He asks "Are you hungry, or do you have somewhere to be-?" He seems like he almost expects the answer to be no with how late we woke up, I think it over but then my stomach speaks for me rumbling loudly, I embarrassed conjure up what little pride I have and answer with a simple nod of my head, we then both head to the kitchen and I feel exposed still in just a t-shirt and his boxer but fain non-chalance.
I sit at his kitchen's island and watch his exposed back counting the scratch marks and random scars as he makes breakfast. Eventually I regain enough composure to initiate small talk "Soo, how did you sleep-?" I ask curiously and he responds with the same sweet tone and smile he had all morning. "Yeah slept especially good with you right next to me, you run warm y'know." heat crawls up my neck not expecting his comment but I swallow down my nerves and continue the conversation "I'm glad, what are you cooking up by the way, I'm not picky just curious-?" I ask with interest, he then steps aside and angles the pan towards me enough where I can see the contents. He was making scrambled eggs with ham and cheese. They seemed to be about half way done. My mouth waters a bit at the sight of the food and he chuckles at my enthusiasm "Something simple to start the day even though it's like noon" he spoke in a sweet voice. When we finished breakfast we both sat on the couch comfortably watching the news. I had kept a respectable amount of space between us before he nudged me closer to him with his grip on my waist. I don't object to this finding the proximity nice, I leaned into his touch. After a while he presses a short kiss to my lips before getting up and disappearing into his room. I watch with curious eyes as he leaves for work, and before he walks out the door he wishes me a good day and leaves me to process on his couch what happened.