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"C'est faux, elle ment! (That's false, she's lying!) Louis, do not allow her to lie to you! She must have been with someone else!" Lestat shouts at his vampiric lover, you had come home with a rat in a cage and a handsome young brunette male for Lestat to sink his teeth into.

Lestat hadn't even noticed the tiny little beat in your lower abdomen, a heartbeat like a little bird. It was Louis who picked it up, the subtle fluttering. It's like time slowed and the only thing he could hear was a soft thump, thump, thump and before he knew it his hand was against your belly, wanting to caress the child through your skin, his lover's skin.

Lestat dropped the brunette with a careless thump as soon as he saw it, his ears perking to the sound. His eyes narrowed and his stomach churned by the meaning of this of what you'd done. In an instant Lestat's anger got the better of him and threw whatever was closest, a heavy motorbike to which Louis just barely stopped it from hitting you by a few inches due to his nature to only drink animal when he's not drinking from you.

"The Dark Gift does not give life, Louis! It takes it like a thief in the night, we cannot provide life, we take it and stop it for those we are greedy enough to keep for ourselves! Elle ment!" (She is Lying!) Lestat's hands grip the collar of Louis's shirt with a look of betrayal and rage in them all directed at you. 'How dare you cheat on him and Louis when they give you everything you could want or need?'

"Lestat, she's not lying. I saw it in her eyes and heard it in her heart. She is not lying, she's confused and scared." Louis's hands gently came up to rub Lestat's wrist to try to calm his racing mind and his troubled heart.

"Her heart was racing like a dull lamb scared of the slaughter, she has been with someone else Louis, do not let your heart blind you."

"Her heart is racing because you threw a heavy motorbike at her! If I hadn't done something to keep it from crushing her she'd be dead as we speak, Les!" Louis's body moves to you, his back to you to keep you safe from Lestat's anger. Louis always did that, always stepped between you and Lestat's anger issues. Turning his voice to you he pleaded, "Go inside, Ma Ange." (My Angel)

"You want to keep a lying whoring bloodbag alive in our home?!" Lestat's voice laced with disgust and poison as if you're but a mere object, how could anyone ever think to cheat on not only his lover but himself as well? His eyes are narrowed with hurt more than anything else now, he loves you more than he can admit and the audacity of you to do this?

"If you'll calm down we can ask her again and she can tell you, you'll hear it. She is not lying, Mon Amor. Just give her a-" Louis again speaks with a calming and careful voice trying to get the hot tempered blonde in a more understanding mindset.

"It doesn't matter what you or her say, it is not possible." Lestat cuts off Louis before he steps forward almost ready to cut your throat even before the baby is more than just a thought tonight.

"Lestat, she didn't even know she was pregnant before I told her." He again gently places his hands on Lestat's chest, his eyes silently pleading for him to calm down still. "Let's let the dust settle, let her get some rest and you can I can go hunting." He tries so hard to distract him, wanting his focus on anyone else's blood but yours, and the soft thumping of your heart in his ears along with the second one below it.

~ It's a few hours and Lestat has finally calmed due to a very playful and fun hunt of some couples on Lover's Lane, Louis even pretended to enjoy it to keep Lestat's mind on him and not on you or the child.

As they return Louis's hand stays steady on the back of Lestat's stylish coat as two sets of soft thumps fill their ears again, thump, thump, thump; one heart beating loud in sound and the other loud in what it might mean. Louis can see your mind, the exact picture of what you're doing now, dozing off while enjoying a Jane Austen he's purchased months ago. Your feet are up as the fireplace crackles to keep you warm, one of Lestat's robes around as you're clearly worried about him even though he had tried to kill you just mere hours earlier.

"Let's talk to her, keep a level head for everyone's sake. Please?" Louis speaks softly to Lestat in a whisper as he closes the metal gate to the front yard. His eyes trace the yard, the dead body was now gone, you'd removed the man and the incinerator's still burning his blood drained corpse. 'You shouldn't be lifting that while pregnant.' His mind quickly thought before he had a chance to think twice.

"Fine, I will be nice as long but only cause you asked." Lestat struts into the home you all three occupy with a bitter stride. "Come out, come out, where you are." Rolling his eyes, his anger again started to rise, as is your heartbeat.

"Les, give her a chance." Louis again reels in the short tempered blonde, walking in behind him as he listens to check and see if you've moved from where he saw you last.

"I- I'm here." Your voice stammered as did your heart with worry, putting the book down due to being afraid that Lestat just might rid your head free clean of your shoulders with the single swipe of his hand.

"Good, good! Want to explain why you're lying to myself and to Louis?" Lestat got in your face, Louis moving at the speed of light his hand finding purchase on Lestat's throat shoving him backwards down into the red velvet sofa with strength.

"Sit. Down." Louis's eyes protective as they'd always been of you since they saw you for the first time. Lestat had instantly seen the way Louis fell in love with you, the way same way Louis' eyes looked at himself.

"Fine." Lestat says with a sarcastic and patronizing tone, that shit eating look like he could again say 'I told you so.' "But answer me this, Did you sleep with anyone else? Yes or no, I don't want a long explanation of 'Yes, I did but I didn't."

"No." Your voice soft as you looked at them both, playing with the ties on Lestat's robe around your warm shoulders. The room is silent, nothing but four hearts beating, a bit of breathing, and the soft crackles of a fireplace. Every heart steady, no skipping, no racing, or stammering. You're telling the truth.

Louis's eyes then found Lestat's, the surprise, the disbelief melting as the proof and realization settled in. You hadn't been with anyone, you are indeed being entirely honest.

"Oh." The word so soft and low that you and Louis almost thought maybe it was but the wind or a creak of the house. But then Lestat's eyes softened, his eyes welling with red tears as he realizes what might've happened a few hours ago if Louis hadn't stopped the bike from crushing you, he'd might have lost you and the very real child inside you. He knows he's overreacted but he's not going to admit that.

"This should not be possible, Cherie. Vampires are not able to create life like this. It's supposed to be impossible."

"Clearly one of us can, I mean if she would've been with someone else we'd've smelled on her. Lestat, you know I'm right." Louis's hand came up to rub your back gently in soft circles, your heart calming at the feeling, strong as you take even deep breaths.

"Yes...I suppose would have. I believe I've let my mind and my past get the better of me...It is quite a blade in my side..." Lestat's now a lot more calm now as he gently places a hand on your belly. "Un petit, (A Little One) I never thought in my many many years that this could even happen." His voice slowly filling with happiness then suddenly as if he wasn't in a murderous rage a few hours ago, he picked you up and spins you around with a smile. "You and the baby shall want nothing, anything is yours, Ma Ange. (My Angel) You'll be such a beautiful mother." He speaks so much more softly and calmly as he brushes a hair behind your ear, his other hand moving to your still flat stomach.

Louis's smile widens, Lestat's temper finally has quelled itself; their lover having the one thing both of them have wanted for so long after Claudia died they needed something to bring them together and that was you and now here you are pulling them even closer with the child growing inside you.

Lestat becomes clingy quite quickly, buying a mountain load of clothes for you and the child. He either has them picked out or had made himself. The cradle is a baby coffin because of course the child needs to match.

Louis keeps you well fed like always even as your request get weirder and weirder by the day. He bought you a proper bed so you weren't crawling in and out of coffins every night. Each one of them is so caring and attentive, so excited for the child you carry.

Dick: "Awww, Honey. Don't cry it's okay. It's just a bit of hair. You look beautiful as always." He rubs your very pregnant belly, pregnant with one boy and one girl he couldn't've wished for a better outcome. Dick's been over the moon but even so he sees just how hard it is for you to do anything like tie your shoes or shower or in this case shave.

"But they're gonna come out with like carpet burn or something. It's so bad." Tears pour down your face as you look in the mirror, usually you kept it neat and right now due to pregnancy and hormones and all it look like the Amazon, thick and wild. You've been sobbing about it for the last hour.

"Okay, okay. What if I shave it for you? Will that be better?" Dick's frantically trying to please you in anyway to get you to stop crying. He's been so supportive and paitent throughout this whole journey and you wouldn't have it any other way. His heart dropping when you cry harder.

"You'd do that for me? Oh my god. Baby..." Your voice is full of happiness but you're now sobbing cause he's willing to trim your bush, Dick breathing a sigh of relief as he realizes that you just being hormonal.

"Yeah. Yeah, it's no problem." He guides you to the chair you've been using to shower since standing really isn't an option right now and sitting in the tub most definitely isn't one either. Dick grabs your trimmers and your shave cream, gently spreading your thighs as he starts trimming the long hairs into much shorter and more manageable hairs.

You hand found his hair, something you'd been doing to calm and distract yourself lately. His hands gently working to make sure he's gentle around your very sensitive vagina due to being almost ready to pop.

"Can we go all the way I don't want to have to do it again." As your hormones came down you kinda felt bad for having him do this. "This wasn't really in our vows..."

"Baby, it's no big deal. We can do it again later. I don't wanna go shorter cause I know you get ingrowns and that'll suck being pregnant and all or if you have em early it'll be even more annoying. I don't mind this, I actually like taking care of you...and my little ones." He gently wipes any excess hair from your vagina and kisses your stomach, the same look in his eyes the day he married you. It never ceases to to amaze you how sweet and in love he is but same goes for him, the way your eyes shine when you see him. He's won the jackpot and he's ready to do anything to keep his prizes, all three of them.

Jason: "No, it's fuckin bothering me, Babe and I can't fuckin do anything about it being bedridden cause Bruce doesn't want me pullin my damn stitches again."

"Jay, just let me do it." You hold the trimmers in your hand ready to do it for him so he doesn't have to bend over just to shave his pubic hair.

"There's a certain way you have to do it!" He starts to get up but gets quickly pushed back onto the bed with a small hand against his chest, your hand shoving him back into the bed.

"Jason Peter Todd, It's trimming your balls, not rocket science. I know to be careful, you aren't doing this yourself. Quit being a stubborn asshole. Lift your hips and shut up before I duct tape your mouth shut, Got it?"

"Babe-"

"Don't "babe" me again. Lift your hips" Your eyes soften from their narrowed state as he does as you ask gently lifting just enough so you can get a towel under him and gently but swiftly take his boxers off careful of his wounds.

Carefully you apply a warm wet washrag to his pubic area so that it can soften the pores while Jason sits there and very poorly pretends to be upset which makes you roll your eyes just a bit, he always pouts when people help him with anything. You pinch his thigh a bit, a quick way of telling him to quit pouting like a kid.

"Can't you just be grateful I'm gladly shaving your pubes? Now which attachment do you use? Oh wait nevermind its gotta be this one it's the only one thats out of the package. Okay..."

Jason's eyes soften a bit, he can tell you care about this. You arent just being willy nilly about all this, you clearly care. He tries to not be stubborn for once, tries for once to let someone take care of him.

Soft musical hums leave your lips as you trim him down a bit, Jay always liked just enough to keep it all neat and in check since his hair is so dark, it's sparse but it grows quick. Careful around the family jewels of course, you make sure to be very gentle not wanting to cause any skin irritation especially with him being bed ridden for now.

"And we're back in business, Baby." You hand him a mirror after you clean up any excess hair with a bit of water and a clean rag.

"Oh thank god, you didn't draw like stars or some shit." This is his way of saying thank you even if he wasn't quite saying the actual words, you know he's happy to be taken care of even if he isn't used to it.

You stand up still wearing his shirt and a thong earns a different appreciative expression from him as he smacks your ass on the way out so you can put the trimmers up. "Need ta get you a lil slutty nurse outfit, you keep takin care of me and walkin around like that, Baby."

Bruce: "I really don't see what the big deal is. Hairless or otherwise, I don't mind you either way." Bruce mentioned as he helped you into the shower, normally he'd be doing this out of pure love and not necessity but due to the fact you hurt your back pretty bad on patrol he's "grounded you" and is waiting on you hand and foot like the sweet man he is. (Plus he needs a break, not that he'll admit it even for a second.) So Dick came up from Blüdhaven and Tim was more than happy to take over for Bruce.

"I get that, My Love and I'm greatful that you do and I'm not usually bare but it's starting to look like a chia pet down there and it'll be a lot more manageble if I just shave it all off."

"You know I don't mind, I'm always more than happy to get you naked even if I have to do some lawn maintenance for you." He smiles that shit eating smirk that he passed down to all of his boys, that playboy look that just brings men and women alike to their knees. He playfully yanks you to his chest, untying your robe as he kisses on your throat, groaning softly.

"So fuckin beautiful." His speaks against your skin causing it to slightly vibrate to the tone of his voice guiding you back towards the bed. "Lay back for me."

He grabs the electric shaver and checks the battery, gently nudging your thighs apart so he can start shaving.

Bruce locks in making sure to do a perfect job, no nicks, no missed patches, no razor burn. He's so focused it's almost adorable, it's so odd seeing him like this, Bruce Wayne Playboy by day and Batman by night neither of those titles screaming the phrase "adorable" but it's true he looks adorable.

"Happy now? You're bald now." He teases with that cocky tone of his, gently rubbing cooling shave gel onto your skin to calm the sensitive area down there.

"Don't act so cocky about it, I'd do it myself if I could." You say as you sit up, grabbing your underwear to get dressed with a playful eyeroll. He's so much less broody when it's just you both, like he can relax and bring his walls down just for you.

"Yeah but you can't and you asked me." He smacks your ass, giving it a little squeeze as his smirk gets somehow even wider.

"You're the bane of my exsistance." You say as you mock up an annoyed tone but lean into him telling him everything he needs to know.

"Oh, yeah? I'll remember that when you need help on patrol next time." His eyes glimmering with a playful shine, something you haven't seen in a while. These few days off so far even with taking care of you have done wonders for him, the dark circles under his eyes look lighter, his body is not in so much pain and he's a lot happier. The boys have noticed but they know better than to comment about it infront of Bruce, you're good for him and they're more than happy to have Bruce not being such a stick in the mud all the time.

Tim: You bought some trimmers online having decided to finally make a switch to something a little more friendly to your kitty down there. You had asked him to open and bring in the package you got to the bathroom; to your suprise Tim was more than happy to help. You didn't even have to ask him before he's sitting on the toilet reading the directions as you soak in the bathtub.

"So it says to make sure it's charged of course.," He flips it on to make sure it's working before turning it off. "Make sure to exfoliate the area...and then....yeah...okay...Yep, pretty easy. I should be able to do this with little issue. What attachment do you want or...I mean- you could go bald if you wanted to I'm happy with whatever you have going on down there. Whether thats a full bush in a thong or a baldie in some boyshorts."

You blush and run your hands over your face as you try not to laugh at the phrase "baldie in some boyshorts." "I'm gonna pretend you didn't say either of those things....Um, You don't mind helping out?"

"Oh, yeah. No problem really, I don't mind it whatsoever. I guess I didn't really ask if you wanted help, I just assumed. Would you like some help?" He asks as he scratches his nose a little looking at his gorgeous girlfriend in the bathtub.

"Well, I mean if your willing then there's no reason not to especially with a new device like that. I'll probably need help I can get." You smile with appreciation, Tim's always so so supportive and he never has to be asked to help he just does what any real man would do and gets it done.

"Okay so let's get out of the tub. Dry off and... Ye- Yeah. Like that." He watches you dry yourself off and sit on the edge of the tub. Carefully he knees between your legs and cuts the hair between them, sticking his tongue out a little as he does so. It's honestly rather endearing the way he's so careful about it. You reach out holding onto his shoulder so you don't fall back into the tub.

"You know, I really think we should do a movie night tonight. We haven't done one in a while and I'm not on patrol tonight so I think it's be perfect. I want to rewatch Top Gun again though both of them, I just have been having a hankering for Tom Cruise's middle tooth, you know?" He jokes and speaks so casually which does wonders for your nerves, just droning on and on about the movies.

Damian: "Do I even wanna ask why you want to do this?" Damian asks as he runs his hands over his face, the last couple days have been rough on him from patrols to meeting and such, he's dead on his feet.

"Not really? I just wanna take care of you and between a massage, a face mask and doing your nails, I might as well shave you too. Plus it keeps you from having to deal with it later."

"I mean I usually keep it pretty smooth down there, I just haven't had the time with all this busy body bullshit Father has me on. I don't mind if you help me out, just let me go shower, while I do that go get the shave gel, the trimmers and the aloe vera gel." Damian's not gonna make a big deal out of it all even if he had the energy, he likes allowing his walls to come down around you to the point you feel safe doing all this for him, it's so very domestic.

"Yeah, i'll put it on the list of stuff I need to get out. Now go shower, I wanna take care of you." You gathered face masks, lotions, oils, gels, the trimmers and your nail kit ready to literally do as much pampering as you can for him. Of course you know the Waynes usually have a masseuse but that isn't nearly as fun as doing it yourself.

"Wow, you really thought of everything, My Love." Damian looks at the things organized on the bed as he walks out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist looking like Michelangelo hand sculpted him himself. He presses a small kiss to your temple before letting you lay him down and start your pampering.

"First off we should do the face mask, pubes, massage then I wanna do you hands." You've very clearly thought this out step by step, applying the blue gel mask gently to his face but your careful of his dark and damp hair having to move a strand sticking to his forehead out of the way so you can continue to apply it. Damian doesn't fuss, he just relaxes and lets you do your thing, his hand coming up to squeeze your hip a little as a mini thank you but he doesn't get in your way at all.

Working methodically you make sure to get around his balls very gently, his thighs and every other little area going with the grain to avoid any unesscesary friction and irritation like it's second nature.

"By the time thats dry I should be done with your downstairs." You state as you check the trimmers before applying the shave gel to his skin, making sure to cover all the hairs throughly but not too much product as to gum up the trimmers. The last thing you'd wanna do is cut him or leave it all different lengths.

After that'd done you have him lay face down so you can massage his back and not even ten minutes in and he's asleep and not just barely asleep but full fledged deep sleep. Of course you finish up massaging him cause at this point he's definitely not waking up bit you still do everything you promised, massaging him, cleaning under his nails, clipping them and filing them and gently massaging his sore hands from so much time on patrol making sure to get some lotion on them due to the dry but cold weather here in Gotham.

Of course, after you clean him up and apply the aloe gel over the shaved areas to help with any irritation, rushing to the bathroom to wash your hands and wet a washrag so you can wipe any residue from the face mask off Damian's face.

-> 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

"No, you know what it's not fair that you get to just call me whenever the fuck you want after you push me away and acted like I was the problem!" You yell as you stand there under the small awning that leads to your apartment complex, Damian's hand still on your elbow holding you there. He had ambushed you in public after almost a year of being apart from him.

"I thought staying away from you was the smartest decision I could come up with because the people that were after me... I didn't want them using you as leverage because the second I would have seen that you were in danger I would have done anything to keep you safe. I'm trying to be good, I'm trying not to kill anyone anymore." He says with a tone of annoyance but not at you only at the perpetrators that have been stalking his every last step for the last year. Damien's green eyes shine and glimmer in the dim lighting they only sound like that of the rain and your synced breathing as if your bodies are remembering each other as if it had just been only a day apart.

The features of your face often as you realize how honest he's being, he's tried so hard to be better for you, to be better for himself. You can see the care appreciation and protectiveness in his eyes it's clear if anyone touched you those blue eyes might as well have turned red.

"Listen, I know you're mad at me you have a really damn good reason to be mad at me the way I didn't explain anything and the way I was so rude to you. I will spend the rest of my life trying to prove to you I'm not that guy, that I'm not the asshole that would be so cruel to you to say those kinds of things. But for now I just need you to trust me if you still have it in your heart you want to be with me." His hands find yours in the sliver of light that creeps out from the entrance to the apartment complex.

"I don't know if I'm insane for your telling the truth but I've missed you and now the day is gone by that I haven't thought of you even after everything you said to me. All that shit, it fucking broke me and you have to promise you would never do that again." Your voice quivers and quakes as it's your rolls down your cheek because it's true you've thought about him every single day what about me because you're pissed off at him or you just want it back.

"Look at me." He says with a gentle but firm tone as his hand finds your chin gently pulling up so that your eyes will find his, carefully wiping the tear from your cheek. "I know it's been a long time and I know there's a lot we need to unpack but I want you to know that I'm serious about this and I'm serious about us."

"Yeah, I think we can do that it's just going to take a lot of relearning to know that you mean what you say."

He can see the sadness in your eyes the way the trust that you both had built up over such a long relationship I've been shattered by his cruel words and his even cooler actions and maybe even more so by his absence. "I'll take it as slow as you need." His arms are wrapped around you and pull you gently to his chest one of his hands riding the back of your neck just to gently massage the skin below it the way he used to.

Your body molds to his again remembering him as if he never left craving every little touch he has to offer. A shaky breath leaves your body and you wrap your arms around him just trying to allow yourself to let someone in again. His arms move down to your behind, scooping you up and allowing you to wrap your legs around him as he guides you both inside away from the streets of Gotham and into the quiet safety of your home.

No one told Amanda Waller before during or after Task Force X "disbanded" that Chris had found you in an abandoned lab in Corto Maltese or that one of the reasons Peacemaker killed Rick Flag was in pursuit of keeping you safe. You had powers similar to one well known green Gothamite, the way your skin turned green in the light fascinates him, the way you look at him with stars in your eyes like he's not a fuck up.

Harley had smuggled you away after the whole Starro business and Peacemaker v Bloodsport and Rick Flag business but Chris very secretively tracked you down and picked you up as soon as he was well enough to do so very much to Harley's displeasure but Chris wasn't leaving without you and Harley was still in deep with a lot of the people in Gotham.

After being imprisoned for so long and bouncing around at Harley's you looked at his dump of a trailer like it was a home, even if it definitely needs some major tlc. You love on Eagly like he's the best pet in the world, everything here is perfect in your mind due to being in an abandoned lab for the last eight years.

"Um, yeah. Make yourself at home, Sweetheart." He sets down two duffles, one of his Peacemaker gear and the other of the clothes Harley bought you on a "shopping spree" aka she stole a bunch of shit and gave you whatever she thought would look cute on you. Chris is slowly realizing he has more than just Eagly to take care of and Eagly basically takes care of himself.

He rummages through his dresser, grabbing a towel some boxers and a shirt handing them to you forgetting you have your own but also seeing the very tight clothes Harley "acquired" for you. Chris gestures with his head the direction of the bathroom. "You can shower if you want, just make sure the water runs clear before getting in. I haven't been home in a while or there's bound to be some rust in the pipes."

He smiles a bit to himself as you make your way to his bathroom, you're downright adorable and he finds himself actually caring about something other than fast women and one nighters. He then grabs a garbage bag and starts attempting to clean up his trailer, cleaning up the trash littered around the place from the party he had pre getting arrested.

It's been a few days and you've settled in really well, he took the couch and you took the bed but every night without fail you crawl in with him. At first, he didn't know how to feel about it but learned quickly how much better you both sleep together. He's like a big warm body cuddly bear that chased every bit of your worry away with his hands gently running through your hair and along your back to keep your nightmares away.

Today, Chris is gone with Vig for a few hours, you're bored out of your mind, the tv doesn't look interesting and so you started looking around finding a trunk under his bed of magazines of naked women, some old VHS tape things, and a weird looking flashlight thing, pulling them out curiously flipping through the pages, a few of them stuck together.

"I'm back home, Sweetpea. I brought us some different foods for you to try." Chris shouts from the other room, of course not knowing you shouldn't be looking at the items you've found you leave them on the bed playing with the little flashlight thingy you found.

Chris rounds the corner of his bedroom, shocked by what he finds but the confused look on your face says it all. You have no idea what you're looking at. "Look how pretty they all are." You say still holding the weird item you found which makes his face go ashy and pale, he bolts over to you with a worried and concerned expression.

"Nononononono. No!" He grabs your wrist and swiftly guides you to the bathroom, taking your much smaller hands in his and starts lathering them up with soap and water.

"Are you mad at me? You seem mad." You ask as he makes sure to very thoroughly and completely wash your hands, getting every nook and cranny even under your nails.

"What? No. No, I'm not mad, Angel. I just should've told you not to get into that, I really need to throw all that stuff away anyways." He genuinely had forgotten about it, all that stuff was from before he got with you. Chris then rinses your hands gentler than he was before as he realizes how frantic he was acting must've come off as anger to you.

"Dry your hands, okay? I got us dinner." He guides you over to the towel rack, making sure to keep his place clean now that you're here. Before he didn't care about keeping the place neat or leaving the seat up or keeping fresh towels but after the first time you fell in, he double and triple checks that the seats down, with you it's different he actually cares about you.

Another incident happened a week later when he found you digging in the yard with Eagly behind his trailer, Eagly was burying something dead, you? You're tracking in mud and using the very few dishes from his kitchen as flower pots.

"Hey, wipe your feet! Were you born in a-" He stops himself realizing you were essentially abandoned in that lab to starve to death so he softens his voice. "Just make sure you don't bring dirt in."

"You're a bad influence on her, Eagly. Bad bird." He wipes his hands over his face and guides you inside the bathroom to shower. Handing you yet again one of his shirts cause a. Harley didn't get you anything that wasn't skin tight, b. You insist on smelling like him literally using your powers to make the smell of his cologne permeate from you, a way of self soothing and c. He thinks you look adorable in his clothes.

"Chris?" You ask with a soft tone in your voice as you strip out of your clothes putting them in the new hamper he bought a few days ago, your skin being a beautiful green everywhere the sun had hit it.

"What, Sweetpea?" He asks as he turns on the water the correct temperature for you, making sure it's not too hot or not too cold; not that you minded either way due to your chlorokinesis you didn't mind too much if it was too cold but Chris has learned how you tend to like warmer showers.

"Adrian said I'm your girlfriend. Is that true?" You ask as you step into the shower wetting your hair and body before washing with his bodywash, something only slightly feminine but named something slightly masculine to market it to men like Black Vanilla or Arctic Rose or something, the loofah sudsing up in your hands making the soap slide down your forearms. He clears his throat thinking about his answer for a few minutes.

"If you want it to be, yeah. I don't mind. I really like having you around here, you and your plants make the place more lively, you make it feel like home. We'll take it however slow you need, okay?" Chris normally wouldn't be the type for slow but this with you? It's real and he'd do anything to make sure you feel safe, never alone and never abandoned like that. You'd already started looking a lot healthier than when he found you, a lot more full of life. Chris leaves the bathroom to give you some space, taking the laundry basket with him so he can wash your dirt filled laundry.

A while later you come out in your thong and one of his shirts, of course Harley gave you thongs she said it was to "boost your confidence" and "let the sun in." He doesn't mind really, he thought he'd have a hard time not staring but as his love and understanding got deeper and he realized how comfortable you must have to be to be around him like that. He's changing for the better and you're the reason why and you don't even know it. Part of him thinks he doesn't deserve it but the other part realizes he doesn't trust you with almost anyone else.

𝑫𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒐𝒏: "Babe! Babe! Stop! Stop!" You let out a hiss of pain, your thigh had cramped up from where it rested on his shoulder literally shooting from your back to your calf. Your nails dug into his shoulder with a different purpose than the ecstasy you were feeling just moments prior.

"Oh! Oh my god!" Dick scrambled off you like someone screamed fire, worry shot to his face. 'Had he done something wrong? Were you not enjoying it? Oh god, what if I hurt her?'

"My- My thigh." You almost choked on a sob, the whole thing hurting even more now that Dick wasn't underneath it to support it, your thigh begging to go down but also aching at the sudden movement of your lover.

"Oh, Oh my god, Honey. I'm so sorry." He quickly moves his large hands to your thigh and gently presses his thumbs into the tight muscles in your thigh to hopefully help them relax. He keeps going, watching your face, his fingers searching for any more tension.

"I'm so sorry, Dick. It came out of nowhere. I totally ruined the mood. Shit, I'm sorry." You realized how close you both were when it happened, if it had just held off for a few more minutes.

"No, No. Don't start that shit. I'm going to get a warm washcloth, some of my clothes, and a powerade, and we can cuddle the rest of the night. How's that sound, Sweetie?"

"Yeah, yeah. That sounds great, I just wish-" You looked up at him from the silk navy blue sheets you rest on, attempting to apologize again to the blue eyed angel baby infront of you.

"Do it again, I'm gonna choke you out...and not the way you like." He then gently smacks your thigh with a smirk as he heads off to get the things he needs to take care of you, always such a gentleman. A whistle leaves your lips as you see his ass and the long scratch marks you left along his back, he doesn't turn around but you know that smile on his face is wider than the Grand Canyon.

𝑱𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝒐𝒅𝒅: "Jay! Fuck! Babe! Babe! St- Stop." You reached back and shoved him a bit hard but it's necessary when he was fucking you like a jackhammer bent over the bed, one of your knees on the mattress. The muscle on the inside of your thighs burns, it's so tight you can't move it.

"Such a brat, waiting til such a critical moment to cramp up." He smacks your ass before moving his fingers to the inside of your thigh to apply deep but gentle pressure. "Such a pain in my ass."

"Keep talking like that and you're grounded from anything that has to do with my body." You snapped back at him, a bit pissed cause it't not like you want this to happen as much as he doesn't.

"I'm not talking to you, Gorgeous. I'm talking to your asshole leg muscle."

"Mmmmhnm. Whatever you say, Peter." You reach down to massage your thigh as well, and Jason smacks it away like it personally offended him by even being there.

"Quit calling me my middle name, Brat." He gently nips at your shoulder, his fingers still moving against the tightness in your thigh. "You need the heating pad, Beautiful. Hmmm?" He mumbles against your skin.

"Yeah, if you wouldn't mind, Hun." Leaning forward to lay on the bed to get even more pressure off your thigh, a soft sigh of relief leaving your lips.

"So...I couldn't find the heating pad but I found this rice sock thingy Alfred made me a while back and I brought you a pink powerade for my spoiled little princess pain in the ass." He pinches your ass, cleaning you up with the shirt he was wearing from before, pressing the warm sock full of rice to your inner thigh, his hand only leaving briefly to crack open the powerade.

"Drink up, Beautiful. It should help."

𝑩𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆: God it's easy to love Bruce but nights like this sucked where he was all whiny and needy but he didn't have much energy so he had you do most of the work which normally would've been fine but you'd been busting your ass for your boss aka the man below you, whom you were using like a pogo stick.

"Ah! Fuck!" Your hand moved to grip the headboard as your left thigh just cramped all up in the inside, a whimper left your lips and his large hands found your hips to help hold you up a bit. You're in pain and so is he so neither of you would be much help to each other, but you'd try.

"B, can you help me?" You ask as you try to roll off him, he helps you with a little issue but neither of you want to clean up the mess between your thighs. A groan leaves your lips, wanting to try everything to fix it but right now all you really wanna do is lay here.

Bruce's hands grip the blanket and pull it over you both before texting Alfred that he needs, three things, water, pain medication, and bananas. Alfred of course would know what you both had done or were trying to do, I suppose but he'd seen Bruce in almost every way possible so he'd just act like it was every other day.

As Alfred got there he placed the tray of items onto the side table and quickly left without a "hi," "hello," or "good bye." No need to make the moment even more awkward. Bruce sits up a tiny bit, twisting the waterbottle open for you, bringing the ibuprofen to your lips allowing you to drink before bringing it to his own, knocking back a few pain meds of his own.

"Bon Appétit." He jokes slightly, peeling a banana for you both, allowing you both to enjoy the fruit that will hopefully help you both a bit in one way or another. He needed energy, and you needed help with these cramps, a win win for you both. It might not have been a lustful night of pleasure but it is a lovely silent experience between two lovers who want nothing more than to take care of eachother even if it isn't sexual or sexy at all for either of you.

𝑻𝒊𝒎 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒌𝒆: Tim heard the small change in your tone, the way it no longer sounded like you were entirely enjoying this anymore. His blue eyes found yours in an instant, seeing how they're glossing over with a sheen of discomfort, how hard you're trying to pretend you aren't in pain and he slows down to a stop.

"Hey, Hey. What's wrong? Are you okay? What happened?" He's practically stumbling over one question to ask the next, he's clearly so worried about you, the last thing he'd want is to make you hurt.

"My hips, they're locked up. I didn't wanna say anything." Your voice sounds strained as you try to ignore the pain in your hips and lower back, trying to stretch them out a bit.

Tim jumps off you quickly without any words, rushing off to get your heating pad and some ibuprofen. "Wait, Wait...You wanna take a bath, Pumpkin?" All it takes is a slight nod and he's gently picking you up like you weigh literally nothing, taking you to the bathroom, setting you down on the side of the tub as he starts up the water.

Normally when his muscles were shot he only used epsom salt or an ice bath but this isn't for him, it's for you. He grabs the epsom salt and a blueberry bathbomb, putting them both in the water using his hand to mix it up. Tim gently guides you into the tub, getting in behind you.

"You know you never have to hide anything like that from me, ever. Okay? Ever." He kisses your shoulder as his hands move down to your hips, the pads of his fingers pushing down moving in deep circles. The combination of the epsom salt, his hands, and the sweet smell of blueberry help to relax you in no time.

𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑾𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆: Damian almost never let you on top, you had been so ecstatic, but the position of it all after so long had caused you to stop completely due to the cramps that all seemed to simultaneously come out of nowhere. He huffed a little but his demeanor softened as soon as he processes it all, how sudden it was, cramps.

"Shit, Dami. I- Everything's all locked up, I-" You wince as you try to move off him, towards him, just any way in general seems impossible without causing even more pain.

"Hey, don't try to rush, My Love." He gently grips your hips to keep you steady and still, his green eyes letting the lust wash away and fill with the need to comfort you.

"Yeah, but you're still literally inside me and we didn't even get to finish."

"It's fine. Stop. Look at me. In my eyes...Breathe." He gently brushes his fingers through your hair before tipping your head back with the gentle grip of your chin.

"Match my breathing." Damian says as your eyes find his, leaving no space for disobedience. You close your eyes, inhaling when hr does, exhaling, and starting it all over again. "Good girl."

Damian's hands find your lower back and start there, just gently moving his fingers deep into the muscles there. He feels the tension leaving your body, grabbing a bit of lotion from his side table smearing it across the skin back there. His eyes flit from your shoulders to your eyes to your lips with military precision, he's checking every bit of you to make sure you're okay.

"Just relax." His hands move softly to your shoulders as he slowly flips you over, pulling out of you slowly to not cause any further discomfort. Damian was always so good at already having the things you needed for after, the man's prepared to say the least. He wipes between your thighs, careful not to put anymore tension on the tight muscles. He grabs the heated pack that he got in some supposed to be NSFW pack a while back that you use more for period pains than either of you actually use it for sex.

"Just relax. I should've planted my feet up on the bed, it would've helped. It's just as much my fault." He knows you're already gonna start blaming yourself as soon as your brain gets off the pain so he wants to get ahead of it and he is being truthful, he should've done that instead of being "a lazy man." "I love you, Beautiful. Let's just get some rest." He pulls his boxers on and climbs in behind you his knuckles pressing into your sore spots, pulling up the blankets to your shoulders.