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[callmesteve]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

In which, as Dick and Damian recover, they watch movies with their brothers, and Dick tucks Damian into bed.

yeah babey here we GO. i’m totally not procrastinating on that next chapter of i am we!!! i’m totally working on it and am going to update soon!!! haha!!!

[themrswallace]

MY BRAIN IS BRAINING: The Fluffles chapter!

"Do I know you?" 'DL has perched themselves on the other side of the reinforced glass barrier, across from them is the former bake-o-lite girl, Piella Bakewell, now a shell of her former self as she appears a ghost in the stick-thin, haunted, nothing behind the eyes figure that used to command attention' "Should do. This ring any bells? No pun intended" 'They hold up Fluffles's engagement ring, the same gifted to the retired starlet by her now ex-fiancé, the weapon that came so close to being driven through her skull by a rabid teenager' 'She touches the mark left on her forehead, recalling that fateful night and the bludgeoning the two bestowed upon the other, Piella fighting her way through the house in search of her prize poodle and that cursed inventor, DL snapping at her heels like a hungry mutt, clawing and dragging the crazed woman away any chance they got' "...Fluffles was supposed to be here, but I told her to lie low until we get the last of the court business sorted" 'That snaps Piella out of her thoughts. She looks ahead and spots a yellow envelope in DL's hand. It looks heavy, ominous, perhaps official' "How is my darling Fluff? Is she well? Did she not want to see her mummy?" "Don't do that. Don't pretend like you give a shit about her" 'The starlet stares back in a way that makes DL uneasy, that hollow void of sentience and a dead soul' "I've come here because we have a problem. A loophole in your documentation and her birth certificate" "...Has something happened?" "Despite being alive and 'this' acting as the physical proof our solicitor needs. Some family members have reared their ugly heads. Claimed your estate, and everything inside it, Fluffles included" "Oooh, deary me" "You knew this would happen" "Of course I did. As you can guess, I didn't expect my death to come so soon" "Should've thought twice about hopping on that balloon" 'DL gives her a restrained smile and holds up the envelope' "Anyway, she knows you well enough to understand Piella Bakewell doesn't budge without incentive, and given your failed passive-aggressive attempts at contact over the years, she wanted to strike a deal" 'They open the letter and show her the back of a photograph, the white spiking her curiosity' "Fluffles has a life now, and be lucky somewhere in that girl is enough love to even let you near a picture of her children" "...Fluffles had puppies?" "Congratulations, you're a grandmother. Aren't you lucky" 'In a strange moment of hope, DL almost swears her eyes brighten as she touches the glass' "Show me" "Not without conditions. We want the contact information of her breeder, Fluffles's parents, her history. She's a purebred, you got her from somewhere and with your money, status, god knows it must've been one hell of a reputation they needed to suit your standards" "...Her mother is dead. Dad was a stud who performed in Crufts. No way of contacting his lot" "...Somehow I don't believe that. But we need her breeder. Many of them, especially the type of celebrities they associate with, have their own loopholes. You died, Fluffles should've automatically gone back to them via a custody agreement. We need them to testify on her behalf" "And then what? Fluffles is still classed as property" "Given her age, her physical condition, her rights as a fucking person, they'll be smart to sign her over to Wallace" "...Wallace? You must take me for a silly date. There is no way-" 'DL shakes the collection of photos' "Fluffles's entire life after you is in this envelope. My word dictates whether she lets you back into it" "..." "Name, contact number, the truth, and you catch up on everything you've missed by acting like a selfish lunatic. You want to be remembered, I can help you...if you help me protect my sister..."