#(aimee interactions)

It felt like a fever dream. Being told that he was alive and that he was wanting to see her. It all felt unreal and Aimee was sure this was some awful trick or awful fear gas dream and she’d wake up in the cave with just her son and still no Garth. She wanted him back, of course she did, Aimee had wished he was here every moment that he had been gone and that night still haunted her. She had been the last thing he had seen and she had been frozen, helpless to save him, but even if it had been the greatest loss of her life to date, she had still gotten their son out of it. They all knew that Gunner was her entire world and she would do anything for the sandy haired boy who looked like his father. He was her little piece of Garth and she was forever thankful for that. 

Her green eyes are focused on the ocean. Arthur had said that they’d meet them at the harbor and Aimee hadn’t wanted to go alone. She didn’t think she’d be alright if she went alone so she had asked her father. He had been her rock in all of this, so had the rest of her family really and Mera and Arthur had been so supportive and wonderful too. Aimee didn’t know what she would have done without any of them or their friends. She wondered how Garth would react to them having a son and she wondered how Gunner would react. Of course, her son had all but predicted it but still..

The brunette’s brought out of her thoughts by her father’s hand on her arm. The action caused her to glance over at him before she glanced back at the sea and the two men coming out of it. It was a welcomed sight almost to see the familiar silhouettes of Garth and Arthur and it took her back to her childhood days when they were teenagers and he would sneak off to come see her. Those nights had been some of her favorites. Her green eyes take the figure beside Arthur in. He looked taller, stronger, and even she could feel his magic from here and she hardly had any. 

Her breath hitched as they came closer and green eyes fill with tears as she stared at the man in front of  her with disbelief. His hair was longer and his beard was fuller. He looked even more handsome than he had when he had been first alive and that was hard to beat in her opinion. Aimee’s frozen to her spot as Arthur nodded to Bruce but he had stepped back, letting the two of them have their moment. Aimee didn’t even know what to say or do. What could she do? What did she even say?

“F-fishy?” Her voice finally comes out as she takes a step forward, her eyes still focused on taking every inch of the Atlantean in. Her heart squeezed because God, this had been all she wanted for two and a half years. “Garth is it...?” Aimee took another step closer to him, her lip wobbling this time and her knees almost went weak again like they had when she had gotten the news that he was alive. 

There was nothing the brunette loved more than getting to take her son out to the park after taking the afternoon off. She had cleared out her schedule so she and Gunner could have an afternoon to themselves. She grinned as she held the three year old’s hand. He had been with her mother and father all morning and had all but ran at her when she came to pick him up early. 

The Wayne Heiress normally could be found in Wayne Manor on a good day or in her own Penthouse in downtown Gotham but the brunette was home today and had found herself in one of Martha Wayne’s old studies. She had never met her grandmother but she loved this study in particular. She had set herself up on the window seat, gazing out at the garden every so often as she sketched. There was a batarang by her side for no other reason than comfort but then it came in handy most times. 

She furrowed her brows when she heard the door open, figuring it could be Jason or Dick or Tim. She let out a breath. 

The curse breaker can’t help herself when she caught sight of the blonde werewolf. He had come into town yesterday and had joined their group at the pub the night before. That had made her day a lot better seeing as she had fallen into a hole trying to get to a cursed object. It had been why she had gotten there late but it was worth it. He was there and gods knew that Aimee still had feelings for him. She had never acted upon them at Hogwarts but maybe there could be something there now. 

“I’m alright.” Aimee muttered, not even noticing that someone was walking into her The Nest. She didn’t particularly care if someone was coming in at the moment either. But still, the brunette hissed in pain as she cleaned out the wound on her side. She wasn’t that alright but she would be. It wasn’t the first injury she had and she doubted that it would be the last at least not with her nightly hobby of going out in spandex and claiming that she was having fun. Most nights, Aimee did have fun. 

Green eyes scanned the crowded room with a fake smile plastered on her lips. Aimee liked parties, when she was in the mood for them, and she wasn’t ready to crawl out of her skin. She knew that her friends were here somewhere but she’d shown up late, of course she had, she had a reputation to uphold. Being dramatically late but sadly, she didn’t have Starbucks. It was New Year’s Eve after all.

The blue sequenced dress she had on was on full display as she walked through the crowd, green eyes still searching for either her friends or her parents, she didn’t expect to see one handsome Army Lieutenant standing off slightly to the side. It was then that her plans changed. She smirked to herself as she made her way over, putting up the Wayne Heiress persona that she had learned from her father as she grabbed a glass of champagne. 

“Mind if I join you, soldier?” Aimee asked, smiling at him, green eyes sparkling. They had spent most of the days together this week whether it was alone or it was with Ash and Merlin or her friends. But she had thought that he was leaving earlier today. Still, that hadn’t stopped her desire to want to spend more time with the Army Lieutenant that she was slowly (quickly) falling for.