Ethan Argent

Bane was smart, he never forgot anything, he was always two steps ahead, so how could he possibly forget Valentine’s day, especially when all the signs had been there.

Bane:

He'd seen you bringing home supplies, hauling in way more groceries than usual, and he didn’t look in the bags when he helped you. The vinyl's, asking him to find a record player, the candle shopping, you asking him how late he’d be before getting home. He silently cursed himself for being so stupid.

Then he thought to how mad you probably were with him...or even worse disappointed and sad that he hadn’t seemed to show any interest, and now you were sitting home alone, waiting for him to show. He immediately left the meeting he was in, he wasn’t listening anyways, plus whether his associates knew or not he had already taken care of the issue.

He rushed home to you, irritated with himself, scared that you would be mad at him...or maybe just disappointed, which would be worse in his mind. How could he slip up when it mattered the most, when it was about you.

He knocked timidly on the door (how a man his size could, who knows), then opened it slowly,

“Carina, forgive me for not-”

He stood in the room, heart decorations and tinsel and streamers surrounded him, rose petals covered the floor leading to the kitchen. He could smell the food before he got there, feeling at home and comforted, the guilt slowly dissolving but not fully.

You smiled at him, clearly excited he was finally there, and finished setting up the little table, a pretty red tablecloth, twin candles and matching place settings. All the effort you put in, all the special pieces, he grinned at the music you played softly in the background. He didn’t say anything for awhile, taking everything in. Taking you in, so full of pride and delight, not dismay or anger.

“Is all of this for me Mi Vida? It’s wonderful, thank you,” he’d smile, pulling you in and off the floor to kiss you gingerly.

He looks like a giant teddy bear as he eats every single dish you prepared happily, complimenting you and the food. He’ll ask you where you got the recipes, or say it reminds him of a memory from long ago. For once he looks at peace, like his mind is calm, and it’s not because of the food or the decorations, it’s because you look so beautiful to him. You’re beaming with pride and joy over the evening you planned. That is attractive to him, your confidence, and your heart.

There’s no left overs, even though you got extra ingredients, and Bane will make sure to clean everything up, it’s the least he can do. Sit on the counter or a chair nearby and just talk his ear off or tell him about every thought that went into planning the evening, he adores listening to you and hearing how your mind works.

You’ll give him a little present when he’s done, and you’ll have to open it for him, since he’ll feel guilty for not getting you anything...

“I can’t accept your gift, I got you nothing, you’ve already planned such a beautiful evening,” he just doesn’t want to open it because he knows he’ll probably cry.

Everything about the evening was perfect, and he’ll probably want to just curl up with you and watch a cheesy rom-com. He’ll kiss the top of your head, tell you how lucky is to have you, how wonderful you are. He really loves you and will think about the way you smiled and spoke about planning the evening for the next few months (or let's be honest forever).

Deathstroke/Slade:

Slade sat covered in blood as he cleaned off his Kitana and carefully cleaned and packed up his guns. It was late, and he wanted nothing more than to finish this mission and get home, thankfully he wasn’t too far away this time.

As he arrived back home he noticed all of the Valentine’s signs and advertisements, which he definitely wasn’t going to make it back in time for the actual day if he stopped to pick up anything. He loved spoiling you, getting you little gifts or treats, but he wanted to see you on Valentine’s day, not the day after!

Slade rushed home and up to your door, rocketing through the entry. It was so late, he had no gift for you, well nothing he could give you that wasn’t covered in blood or pawned off. He finally snapped out of his self pity as he heard soft music playing.

He looked around the room and to his absolute delight (and regret) you had already decorated and taken care of everything. He loved the little details like the flower petals scattered on the floor, the soft light of candles, and the table set with wine and a tiny present on his plate. He could smell the food you made, making his stomach rumble and his mouth water, (what even a super solider needed to eat).

You wandered out of your bedroom, the cutest Valentine’s day themed outfit on, your hair was a little messy, and you still made his heart flutter. You’d be so excited he’s home, not at all mad it’s so late, not sad from waiting around for hours, like he was worried you would be.

“Oh Babydoll, you did all this for me?” he’d smirk, pulling you close to him, kissing the corner of your mouth, his voice husky, “you spoil me.”

He’d apologize he got you nothing, that he was busy yet again, and had rushed home as fast as he could. He’d feel guilty from all the presents, food, and the atmosphere, but you being happy and excited almost made him forget about that feeling...almost.

Slade would poor you refills (of whatever you wanted), grab you seconds while he’s almost eaten everything himself, and would praise your cooking. Seriously, it’s the best he’s eaten in a while. Fill that man up with desserts, he’s already puddy in your hands.

Every now and then he’d remember he didn’t get you anything special or do anything for you and start apologizing,

“I’m so sorry I didn’t do anything as special as this for you, Doll. I appreciate all the effort, you’re amazing.”

He wouldn't want to clean up anything, except the dishes of course which he would help you with. There wouldn’t be any leftovers, which please take as a compliment, he’d subtle ask that you make more dishes and desserts.

He'd admire your decorations and would keep them up just so he can feel a little something, plus you went through all the work and effort to put it all up, why would he take it down? You’d have to take it down next time he goes away, otherwise he’s going to keep sticking everything up with tape, and the decorations are covered in tape at this point.

Two-Face/Harvey Dent:

Two-Face sat in his make shift office, this base not exactly in the best shape, but when were they ever? He twirled his gun in his hand, rubbing his thumb over his coin with the other, looking over city maps and bank reports. Plotting the next heist…

Two goons came in, obviously nervous, “Hey, uhm Boss, ya do know it's Valentine's Day, and well uh I was gonna take my missus out,” “Uh me too!”

Harvey looked at them dead in the yes, before basically launching out of his chair, rushing for the door, ignoring any of his goons asking for his blessing to go home early. How could he be so stupid? You were probably sitting home alone waiting around for him. He could imagine the sad look on your face and it crushed him. He never wanted to make you feel scared, much less sad or disappointed. You deserved only the best.

He arrived at your door, silently cursing himself for overthinking instead of at least getting you the bare minimum of Valentine’s gifts. He thought to turn around, but sighed, knocking before entering.

“Hey, sweetheart, I’m sorry, I-”

He stood there dumbfounded, staring at the strings of paper hearts in red and white (half and half themed obviously), the smell of the dinner you had prepared guiding him to where you were in the kitchen with flowers and a slow set of songs spinning on a record player. He wanted to break down and cry at all the decorations and the effort you went through, when he had done absolutely nothing for you.

You turned around with a smile, and two little cupcakes, frosting on your cheek. You looked beautiful, the night was beautiful. He fell to his knees, hugging your legs, shaking.

“I really don't deserve you,” he whispered, and you were sure he was crying, “thank you for loving me, for not being scared of me.”

You’d have to pull him up, or at least get him to move off the floor. Reassure him, and tell him it was really no big deal, you wanted to plan the night, have something nice for him to come back to. You enjoyed it and were so excited to see his reaction, and that would make him feel a little better.

During dinner he’d keep telling you how amazing everything tastes, how everything is so you and he’s so thankful to have you. He might get a little sappy, or promise you over and over he won’t miss another holiday/event. He’d do the dishes and clean up everything so you can relax, and if you so happen to have matching PJ’s (again with 2 patterns or colors), he’d melt.

To top the night off you’d slide over a little gift to him, store bought, homemade he doesn’t care. He just is so caught up in how amazing you are, how talented you are...how sweet and kind you are. He’ll treasure the whole night, the gifts, the time and love you put in to make everything perfect.