Call me Curly

“Computer, override S-133-P,” a voice calls out from behind Bruce. He was in the Batcave, hunched over the computer, working well into the next day. He had been awake from four in the morning the day prior, he was reaching the twenty-four hour mark. Bruce lets out an exasperated groan as his computer automatically locked him out due to the Y/n shutting him out.

He knew Barbra had messed with something, and now he knew what. 

“I have important work to do,” he grumbled, though when Y/n wrapped her arms around his shoulders he immediately melted into her touch. She chuckled softly, kissing his neck. He looked exhausted, dark bags under his eyes, five o’clock shadow growing into something more, skin paler than normal. 

“I love you,” she whispered into his ear. “And I love how you take care of the city,” another kiss, this time on his cheek. “But it’s time to go upstairs, and let me take care of you.” With that she slid around to the front, and Bruce wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his lap.

“I don’t think I can fight this, can I?” He asked with a sleepily smile, before frowning. “Love, you know the work is important-” he argued, eyes drifting to the computer again. Y/n just smiled down at him, and kissed his forehead.

“The computer will stay locked until I unlock it.” She said softly. “And if you try to hack it, well… I won’t be happy, and you know what they say about happy wifes…” She threatened. “Now, come on. If something comes up, you trained almost a dozen people to handle it. Please?” She pleaded, looking at him with that look he couldn’t resist. 

There was a staredown, but Bruce inevitably folded. With a sigh, he stood up, Y/n sliding herself off his lap. She beamed, pleased that he didn’t fight her too bad this time. 

“Food, bath, bed.” She said, taking his hand and leading him upstairs. It was late, or early depending on your perspective, but the manor was large enough and the bedrooms were far enough away that they didn’t have to worry about being loud. Alfred and Damein were sound asleep, and Jason was visiting (his apartment had been blown up), but he had fallen asleep in the library while reading. 

Walking into the kitchen, Y/n handed him a plate of left overs, pan fried salmon with roasted vegetables, and a cup of tea, the same kind Alfred would make him to calm his nerves. Afterward she sat next to him, absently rubbing soothing circles into his thigh as he ate. Bruce raised an eyebrow at you.

“It’s late, you should go to bed,” He said, taking a bite. Even when he wanted to rush a meal, the manners Alfred ingrained in him wouldn’t allow it unless his life was one the line. “I promise I’ll be up once I finish this and shower.”

“Time with you is time I value, and besides, I prefer sleeping with you holding me,” Y/n chuckled, leaning against him. Bruce smiled fondly, a flicker of guilt going through him, but it was quickly silenced by the love that she radiated. It was peaceful, calm. 

Soon dinner was finished, the two of them washing up the dishes together before heading upstairs to the master bathroom. 

“Do you need a massage, or would you rather just shower then go to bed?” Y/n asked softly. Most of the time she would work the stress out of his muscles in the bath, but tonight seemed like he needed rest more.

“Not tonight,” Bruce hummed, deep and rumbling. As much as Bruce wanted to take a nice, hot bath with her, and enjoy the accompanying massage, he didn’t want her to stay awake any later that she needed to. 

He slowly stripped off his clothes, revealing various stitches, bruises, and scars in different stages of healing. Y/n frowned at the sight, hating any sign of him - or her adoptive children for that matter - in pain.  

After a quick shower, he re-entered the bedroom, towel around his waist. Even after years of marriage, she still found him just as attractive as always. Her eyes said it all, and Bruce laughed, intention flexing his back as he dressed in the warm pajamas Y/n layed out. 

She had also lit a fire, so when he got in bed and they turned out the lights, the room was lit by the soft glow of the fire. They settled into bed together, her head against his chest, him holding her tight. The room was filled with love and comfort, the sound of the crackling wood the soundtrack.

“What would I do without you?” Bruce murmured into her hair, holding her a little tighter. Y/n chuckled, nuzzling deeper into his chest. He smelled like oil and earth, a blend that was wholly him. 

“Become so consumed with your work that you push away everyone that loves you and eventually die of a stroke at a young age?” Y/n joked lightly. “No, you would survive… I know you would. My big strong Bat,” she murmured. 

“I love you,” he whispered into her hair, kissing the top of her head. “But you don’t need to do all of this for me.” 

“I love you too,” she whispered back.

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So, we know that Ra's was born to a Chinese Nomad and an Arab women, between 500 to 700 years ago, and (allegedly) has relations to both Alexander the Great and Gengis Khan.

This means that he was born sometimes in the 1300s to 1500s. It is also mentioned that he lived in a city with a Sultan, and its been mentioned before that he and Damien are Egyptian.

According to my research, from 1250 to 1517 the Mamluk Sultanate ruled Egypt, checking both the Sulten and Egyptian boxes as well as fitting our timeline.

Now, to accommodate for him having a, "Byzantine life" and as Egypt and the Byzantine Empire were right next to one another, I believe that Ra's mother was partly Byzantine from the Palaiologos Dynasty which took plave from 1261 to 1453.

So that's how we get Ra's 1) Being Egyptain, 2) Living a Byzantine life, 3) living under a Sultan, and 4) being related to Alexander the Great. His mother was mixed Egyptain and somthing else under the Byzantine Empire, but lived in Egypt under the Mamluk Sultanate.

Now, for his father. Its said that his father was a Chinese Nomad, and that he is related to Gengis Khan. This leads me to believe his father was a Nomad from the Yuan Dynasty in China, a Dynasty run by the Khans. This would explain both his relation to Gengis Khan, his Chinese father, and they were likely traveling the silk road as was common back then.