“ No. I’m not going to wear that. Wait. Did you steal that?”

he did try that when dick first came around. He remembered the boy complaining about how it didn’t give him the particular fear factor that Batman came with. Sighing. Quiet again after that.  “ I’ve had enough of this. “

“ hey. “ He offered gently, coming out of the kitchen with a cup of warm coffee. Setting it down on the floor next to his bed. His place wasn’t really much. Barely a room. But Gotham wasn’t exactly the sort of place he could afford. Even with, well their economy. But she was passed out in the dumpster behind their building and it didn’t seem like anyone else was coming to haul her out or help her so he thought it was the least he could do. “ I kinda found you unconscious. I don’t have anything for the bruises but I’ve got like coffee if you’re up for it?”

arms pull her in, feeling her stir. Instinctively locking around her middle. Sensing she might be leaving for some inane or legitimate excuse. It was irrelevant. 

“ No. “ He remarked ─ barking with a sleepy drawl almost as if it was an order. As if he could stop her if she really needed to leave. But his hand slips into hers. Fingers lacing together. Lips pressing kisses along her shoulder in the dark. His other arm slowly twisting her back into him. Feeling the smile pressed against his hair then before he leaned up and captured her lips. Locking them in a fierce battle for a moment before parting, sighing with a smile on his own lips. 

More content to let her go after. Drawing back and pulling the covers over himself for sleep.

👅!!!  ──  @catbrglr​ .

    “ if I didn’t know any better ── I think you’re trying to seduce me. “  He remarked with his usual deadpan tone. Not necessarily moving away from her hanging figure, eyes more focused now on hers than the nearness of her lips. 

( Although he can’t say that wasn’t a tempting distraction in itself. )