Kara waited patiently at first. Patience wasn’t something she was used to, though, and so her one shot try at “patient little girl” was short lived. In fact, it barely lasted through the new episode of Game of Thrones. She had wondered if he would show…she knew Father’s day was most likely, at best, a day that wasn’t as happily received with Batman as it was with the rest of Metropolis.
In fact, she felt kind of stupid now. She should have just invited Kal and Lois, maybe Connor if he’d come. But that was probably a stupid idea, too. In fact, when she thought of it, when did it ever seem like a good idea to do something like this? Oh, right, when she thought it’d be somewhat received. If not for the day itself, but for the free cake.
Finally she just decided to fuck fate and do what she wanted. If it came to ruin, she could always blame it on teenaged hormones, right?
She could blame breaking down a few doors on that, too, right?
Putting the cake in a pilfered hatbox, and deciding to leave behind the DVD she rented (because let’s face it, that was the stupidest part of the stupid plan), and grabbing the cufflinks she bought for Alfred, she blasted out her window and headed to Gotham to pass the cake off. Maybe Alfred would like it.
Bruce was aware that Kara was the one that left him a gift the past Christmas, it wasn’t hard to figure when he’d been gone on patrol and everyone else that had gotten him something made the effort in seeing him in order to ensure their gift have made it into his hands, all but Kara. However, the teenager’s efforts were well appreciated, despite her thinking that they went unnoticed.
He was expecting for the teenager to come flying any moment and began to count down as soon as the call had ended. He had a slight grin on his lips as the man continued his work. At least this time around, he could thank her for it even if he didn’t quite understand the purpose of such holidays, or the fact that his friends and family believe that he should take one as well.
Steph was barely there right now, begrudgingly allowing the drugs to work their way into her system. She probably looked asleep as she realized that her eyes had slipped closed at some point. Opening them slightly, she smiled lopsidedly through the haze at Barry. “Hi, Barry,” Steph said in a sleepy voice.
Barry was fresh out of bed from the looks of it and she felt a pang of guilt again for involving him in this. Why worry him with something like this? Give it a couple of days and she would be up and walking about town. She just worried that he wouldn’t be grossed out by the scar along her abdomen she knew she would have.
The man in black was the second thing Barry was worried about at the moment as he stepped into the room, unsure of what to expect - what kind of injury or how critical of condition she’d be in, or anything - and he couldn’t concur much from how she was laying nor the thick blanket covering the majority of her body. He hesitated, walking in and merely glancing at Batman as he strode toward her bed.
He leaned forward and kissed her cheek, pushing hair from her face. He would have laughed at the sleepy, dazed expression on her face if the situation wasn’t so tense and dire.
“Hey there. You’re lookin’ pretty rough,” He said, returning his gaze to the Batman and taking a seat like he had been instructed, his attention directed on him. “Wouldn’t think to call you any different, sir,” He said earnestly, his hands fidgeting in his pockets nervously. He wasn’t sure if it was for Steph or from the man in the room with them, but they wouldn’t keep still. Barry knew better than to let his nerves get the best of him. Last thing he’d want is to have to pay for any electrocuted machinery.
Batman stood quiet for a moment out of respect of the couple. It was their first time going through something like this but would most definitely not be their last. When your partner, your lover, is in the ‘business’ that they are it would happen more often and was highly likely that it would get more and more dangerous.
As Barry turned his attention towards Bruce, he narrowed his eyes and focused on the young man once more. “This isn’t the first time this has happened and it certainly won’t be the last. Do you think you can handle it?” Bruce was certainly overstepping many lines and if the others were here one would most certainly ask him to stop but seeing how Steph was practically his daughter, he wanted to make sure that Barry was right for her before he left the two of them alone. “Are you capable of sitting by her head, despite the wound or accident?”
((I really have no idea when you sent this, I just suddenly got this influx of submitted things in my box so I am so sorry if it’s been a while .___.))
“Stupid fuckin’ prank calls.” Barry had to squint to read the number on his phone, rubbing at his eyes and sitting up. The noise under his pillow had startled him awake and even as he tried to decipher the string on his phone, grogginess got the best of him, and before he could pick up, the person on the other side disconnected. A grunt of disapproval came from the teen as the screen brightened again, displaying a new voice message, and as he put it between his shoulder and ear, untangling the blankets from his legs… Barry wasn’t entirely sure it was just a prank call.
“Wayne, if you’re fucking with me, I swear to god—” He hunched down to put his shoes on, the phone falling from it’s nook, and while the voice mail played out from it’s spot on the floor, Barry could still hear the monotonous, dark tone on the other end. He scrambled, picking it back up.
From the first three words, Barry knew it wasn’t good. The Batman didn’t just ring up people for the hell of it - did he even call people? Seriously? Didn’t he have people for that? - but any reasoning seemed moot as he put his phone into his cargo shorts pocket, pulled a hoodie on and his hat, before grabbing his lanyard and walking out the door.
He hesitated at the car in his drive way, knowing all too well just how much trouble he’d be in if he took off in it. But he wasn’t about to walk to the hospital. It would take a decent half hour, something he wasn’t certain Steph had, and without a second thought he got into the vehicle, shutting the door - the noise reverberating in the dark of the night - and slowly backing out of the drive way.
He could get there in five.
Batman stood waiting for Barry to arrive, he expected for the young man to arrive quickly and was pleased to see him arrive not too long afterwards. When the young man stepped through the door, he didn’t turn around because he knew who it was.
Pointing at the seat in front of him, Bruce wanted to talk with Barry. “I’d prefer you didn’t call me anything other than ‘Batman’, Barry.” Although his call had long ended, he did manage to keep tabs and to have ensure he was coming, otherwise the dark knight would have ended up babysitting and leaving Black Mask to rampage in the city.
Art of the Day: 1 of 12 of my Swimsuit Calendar Series! Superman, Batman and Mister Pennyworth. (Please note: I got a batarang to the face for sketching this.)
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