Talking casually in the kitchen with his children, snacking on some food. It's a nice off day where they coincidentally went into the kitchen at the same time for food and decided to linger and enjoy each other's presence.
Bruce’s eyes flicker up momentarily as he feeds Ace a slice of cheese. His children immediately notice how Bruce tenses suddenly, and they turn to the entrance in confusion.
“Ace, greet.” He murmurs, jerking his head in the direction of the kitchen entrance.
Ace looks behind him before turning back to Bruce and booping his leg with his snout. "No? Go greet, Ace, c'mon," Bruce urges again, getting another boop from Ace's nose and a sneeze. Bruce hums in understanding and feeds Ace a slice of turkey this time.
“Good boy.” Bruce praised, bending down and hugging Ace, burying his face in his fur for a moment.
Damian watches for a moment before turning to Tim and frowning. "What was that?" He asked quietly. He's seen Ace do other service dog commands for his Baba, but he had yet to see this one.
Tim smacked his lips, his eyes never leaving Bruce's form. "Dad gets hallucinations sometimes. He just needs a little help differentiating reality, that's all." Tim said simply, placing a hand on Damian's shoulder and squeezing it.
Damain looks down, and his eyes dart around the kitchen floor as he digests the information given to him. "... really?"
Dick nods. “Yeah, Dad put Haley in the same program Ace was in for me.” Dick takes a sip of fruit punch from his glass. "Bitewing's already in training for me..."
Jason doesn't look at either of them. "Is he...?"
Duck shrugs. "Maybe." Ace pads over to him and boops his nose against his leg before going back over to Bruce and sitting down at attention. "We've been through a lot of shit, Jay. It could be you, it may not be. Can't start wallowing now."
"I'm not wallowing." He protests, a scowl on his face even as he allows his older brother to pull him in for a side hug, tucking himself against DIck's side just like when he was younger.
"You good, Dad?" Tim asks, stepping closer and being pulled into his own hug.
Bruce nods, looking away from the entrance of the kitchen and giving a faint smile. "Yeah, I'm good, sweetheart." Damian, not wanting to be left out of the apparent cuddle party that was happening in the kitchen at the moment, pushes his way under Bruce's other arm.
"Whoa... sad sacks." Cass blinks as she walks into the kitchen, an eyebrow raised, and the slightly somber atmosphere. "You're eating cheese and salami, what could you possibly be sad about?"
Bruce lets out a chuckle and shakes his head. "Nothing to worry about. Who wants to watch a movie with me?" Bruce tilts his head, the energy in the room already lifting as his children nod.
"Dibs sitting by Dad." Jason suddenly piped up, causing an uproar immediately.
Bruce couldn't help but sigh and smile, leaning down and patting Ace on the head as his family moved to take their argument into the cinema room.
Yes, AUs and imaginings of Bruce with a grandchild but Bruce does have a grandchild. When Dick brings Haley to the Manor for the first time, it's to ask Bruce whether he minded watching her because he's away for the weekend and... Bruce just melts because who is this little thing? With the biggest blue eyes? The wettest little nose and the smallest paws? Bruce is, of course, watching her. Damian is away, Alfred is on leave, just him and Haley on their own for the two days. Then Dick has to call to extend his trip by another day and he thinks Bruce will give him the whole "a pet is a responsibility" lecture. But no, Bruce is totally fine with it. He thinks Bruce looks a little deflated when he collects Haley the following day. He tells Bruce that he will bring Haley again since she can run around the Manor's grounds and she gets on with Ace and Titus. Bruce absolutely spoils Haley, with treats, premium wet food, feeding her off his own plate, letting her sit on his lap, chew on his shoes and any messes she makes in the Manor? Clearly not her because she's the "goodest girl". Proud Grandpa Bruce who gets her a little onesie and her very own Bat collar.
summary: You and dick race each other to the apartment after a run but dick is lwk a slutty whore for you so hes begging up a storm to shower w you and give you oral i did not write smut
warnings: dick is an absolute whore for you its actually pathetic, you guys go on runs on sundays, baby nickname used, dicks got a good mouth, lwk think bludhaven would put a billboard up thats like dick grayson's best head in town, yall kissing in da elevator, yall are freaks who the fuck wrote this omg, dink a lil jelly over the shower lwk, dick sweaty, degradation towards dink for a quick second, he licks your happy trail, oh you have smth to say abt that? no didn't think so, he calls you god i think, i actually do think he would make that a cute lil nickname, workout as foreplay a lil bit
Dick could run significantly faster than you, but he never did. He always matched your pace on your Sunday runs. He’d rest with you when you needed to. You’d drop against a park bench and he’d suddenly need to show you one of his new acrobatic moves. You hardly ever paid attention to him, grumbling praises like a parent coddling their child. When he slipped and fell he knew it made you laugh. He lost his footing around you more than anyone else.
He was exceptional with his mouth. In a multitude of ways. On your runs Dick was always next to you, praising you and encouraging every move. You sometimes scolded him once you got home about how other people could definitely hear him. He didn’t seem to care. Dick ran next to you as you were both turning the corner onto your street.
“Come on, Baby. You’re almost there.” Dick huffed out, his breath perfectly trained for this bullshit. You shot him a glare as you started recognizing the houses. Dick grinned at you, proud of himself for irritating you. But if you got home still irritated he’d totally be in the dog house. You might not even let him share your shower. Dick’s face fell. He looked away from your body as he tried to calculate a scheme. Dick turned around to face you as he ran, skipping a few steps ahead of you.
“Race you.” He said, watching your face in utter joy. Your mouth dropped open.
“Dick! That’s so unfair!” You complained, your mouth puffering into a pout. You’re doing this on purpose. You have to be. You had to know what your pout did his resolve. He felt his heart skip a beat, his feet slowed just slightly. Dick realized his fuck up the second the corner of your lips tilted up. Dick closed his eyes in mourning.
“For you.” You added, picking up your speed. Dick’s feet froze. He watched you as you sped away from him. He grinned at you, shocked he got to have any moment of normalcy with you. He loved you so deeply, he was certain you were engraved on his bones. But you were going to lose if it was the last thing he did.
Dick chased after you, his feet silent after all his training. You glanced over your shoulder at him, shocked laughter rumbling out of you at how close he was. You squeaked, rushing up the front stairs of your apartment building. Dick reached you, his hands finding your waist. He tugged you backwards. Your back bumped into him, a huff pushing out of your mouth. Dick tilted his head, pressing a kiss to your cheek before rushing past you.
You scoffed at him as he raced you to the elevator. You ignored the questioning stare coming from the desk clerk as you reached Dick. You grabbed the back of his shirt, yanking him backwards. Dick groaned, his arms flying out as he tried to catch his balance. You raced past him, entering the elevator first.
You pressed at the close-door button, rapidly slamming it. The doors started to close, a sigh passing from you. You leaned against the railing, glad your victory was coming to fruition. You startled at the sight of Dick’s hand pressing against the door. The metal slowly bounced back from his hand, finally letting him in. Dick stepped into the elevator.
“What floor?” You asked, mimicking the casual conversation had with a stranger. Dick looked up, catching onto your riff immediately.
“Uh, five, please.” He said. You leaned forward, pressing the already lit button. Dick chuckled.
“Oh, look at that! We’re floor twins.” He joked. You let out an awkward laugh, sighing afterward. Jeez you were good. You both heaved for air as the doors slowly closed. You stared forward. Dick followed your lead, waiting as the doors finally gave you both seclusion. He glanced up at the corners of the elevator, finding the one and only camera hanging by a wire. Broken.
He turned towards you, finding you peeling your eyes from the same thing. You surged forward, yanking him by his sweaty shirt. Dick caught your lips. He rocked into you, pushing you against him. You tilted your head, licking at his lips. His hand found the back of your neck, pressing your tongue into his mouth. He listened to the beeps of the elevator while you slowly raised up the floors.
One. He grunted into you as you tilted your head back, rewarding him with your bare skin. If he was in your shared apartment, he’d press his hands into your thighs and carry you wrapped around his waist to your bedroom.
Two. The world hated him. That had to be it. This was torture, only being able to kiss you. Even for a few minutes this was hell. You sighed at the feeling of him sucking at your neck. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. You tugged him closer, pressing your cheek to his wet hair. You couldn’t even be bothered to care about the sweat. As you said before, he’s exceptional with his mouth.
Three. Don’t make him do this, his heart can’t handle it. He has to pull away from you. Dick pulled his mouth from your skin, tipping forward to press a kiss to your cheek. Dick separated from you, taking a step back. You let out a small whine that if he wasn’t completely obsessed with you, he wouldn’t have heard. You straightened up, staring ahead again. Dick followed your lead, pretending you were strangers again.
“Nice weather, huh?” You mumbled. Dick grinned, lord did he want every part of you. If only the elevator broke down and he could strip down with you here and now. Dick nodded.
“Nice breeze too, which helps. ‘Cause you know-” Dick started, tilting his head to the side. You smirked as you caught on.
“Not the heat that kills you-” You nodded as you said it, overjoyed to be on the same page.
“It’s the humidity.” You both said in unison. You giggled before sighing.
“Yes, exactly.” Dick mumbled as the elevator finally dinged again. You straightened up as the doors started to peel open. You stepped closer to the door, saddling up next to him. Oh, so that’s how you’ll play it? That’s fine Dick can play too. Just as the doors spread open, you sprinted past him. Dick chased after you, gaining on you quickly. Dick’s hand found your hip, matching your pace. You laughed as you collided with your apartment door. You turned around onto your back to stare at Dick. He pressed you into the door, capturing your lips. He dug into his short’s skintight pocket, dragging out his keys. You hummed against his mouth, tilting your head back to drop it against the door. Dick fumbled with his keys, already hating that he’d have to pull away from you. He broke the kiss. Dick panted, covering your burning skin with his breath. He stared down at the keys in his hands, finally pressing the one he needed into the door.
Dick pushed the door open, snaking an arm around you. He walked you backward into the apartment, leaning forward every few seconds to lightly kiss you. He kicked the door shut, his hand stumbling behind his back to lock it. He pulled from the kiss at the sound of Haley’s tags jingiling.
Haley jumped from her bed, running towards the both of you. Her tail swished as she did, her whole bottom half shaking with it. Dick leaned down, scratching behind her ears and cooing at her. You made kissy noises at her. You ran your hand down her back as you mumbled about how you lover her. You pulled away, Dick’s focus still locked on Haley’s excited face. You patted his back.
“Okay. I’m taking a shower.” You declared, walking past him towards the bathroom. Dick shot up at that, staring at you as you walked away.
“Alone?” He asked begged. You slowly turned around, raising a brow. Dick frowned, pooling his eyes. Please let the puppy eyes work. The corner of your lips ticked down. You sighed loudly. Victory rushed through his veins. He was taking that shower with you.
“Fine.” You groaned, stepping into the bathroom. Dick followed after you, already pulling at the hem of your shirt. You ducked as he pulled it over your head. It really did something to him when you both moved in sync. When you caught each other’s jokes and expected the next move. It sent blood rushing through him. You were so intelligent and funny he just couldn’t possibly imagine anyone else being able to match him so perfectly. He had to get you naked now. He had to touch your skin before that water slobbed all over you.
Dick dug his fingers into the band of your shorts. He slowly dropped down onto his knees, taking the shorts with him. You wigged out of them, stepping away from him. You ducked your head into the shower to crank the water on. Dick watched every move, tracing every inch of your bare skin. He dropped your shorts next to him. He stretched his arms out, finding the curve of your calves. You glanced back, raising a brow at him. He carefully tugged on your legs. You stepped forward. You faced him, meeting him in the center of the bathroom. Dick stared up at you, pressing his chin into your stomach. You dropped your hands to his hair, pulling through the sweat. He sighed, his mouth dropping open. His hands trailed up the back of your legs, digging into your thighs. Dick turned his head, pressing his open mouth into your stomach.
“God, please.” He begged. He pressed a kiss to your stomach, closing his eyes in bliss. You scoffed out a laugh.
“You’re such a pathetic slut, Dick. Can’t even get naked around you without you salivating.” You mocked, rolling your eyes. Dick nodded against you.
“You’re making it worse.” Dick grumbled, furrowing his brows. He pressed his mouth to the space under your belly button. He swiped his tongue up the line of hair, making you jump. You pulled from his hold, making him whine.
“Dick,” You scolded. Dick kept his eyes closed, reminiscing on the times he had you in his arms. Like three seconds ago. He leaned forward onto his hands, crawling towards you. You smacked your hand on the top of his head, forcing him to stay away from you.
“I miss you.” Dick groaned.
“Are you getting in the shower or not?” You grumbled. Dick sat back on his heels, watching your form disappear behind the curtain. That water was touching all over you in there and he was out here. All alone.
“Yeah hold on.” Dick mumbled, yanking at his shirt.
shes a very kinky girl the kind you dont take home to motha
