#dick gregory

After his woman of the night would leave and never receive a call again would talk about their night, there are three things that would be in those stories: how lonely it was for Bruce Wayne to be living in such a big home (“Poor, Brucie,” were the usual sympathetic comments), how amazing he was in bed, and how accommodating his butler was.

Alfred was so used to Bruce’s little games with women that he made a routine for them when they woke up the next morning. A routine that Bruce knew and appreciated his butler and surrogate father for because… well, who does for someone?

So, when Bruce brought Professor Vivian Pryor over to Wayne Manor, Alfred made a mental note to prepare for the morning routine. Where the lady would wake up alone as Bruce has a tendency to leave in the middle of the night to go to his night-job. But then that wasn’t exactly what happened at all, because the following morning, when Alfred went to knock on his master’s door – where the lady of the night would still be asleep – he was surprised to find something he hoped he would never see.

When no answer was heard, Alfred let himself in. He knew the risks of letting a woman stay longer in the manor that had the Batcave beneath. “Good morning, Professor Pryor! Master Bruce left early this morning – oh… oh my!”

“Alfred!” Bruce looked at the man in shock as he tried to cover up Vivian who was on top of him earlier, giving him a very good morning greeting. As soon as she was off of him, the woman hid herself under the covers, completely embarrassed to face the man. 

“I–uh–I – my apologies, Master Bruce! I’ll leave you both – breakfast is ready downstairs, or would you prefer if I bring it here?” Alfred stumbled in his words and his footing as he tried to retrace his steps. He was so used to finding the woman alone and in bed that he walked all the way to the middle of the room before he realized what was going on.

“We’ll head down there ourselves,” Bruce told him. “Thank you, Alfred.”

After Alfred apologized again and again, they were left alone in the room both too embarrassed to face each other. Bruce looked down at the lump that Vivian made under the covers as she hid from him and the world. Was this how Alfred usually evicts the women he would bring to the manor “Bruce Wayne, billionaire-playboy”? If it was, it’s effective since no one seems to hate him after their one night stands, but then he wasn’t too happy with how it would have happened if he left Vivian that morning.

Truth be told, he was going to leave that night after she fell asleep, but they kept going and going. The feeling of ecstasy was like a drug that they won’t get enough of, and when she did, finally, fall asleep Bruce couldn’t find it in him to just leave. But he needed to. So, he left but only a while just to make sure Gotham was alright. He didn’t even last more than three hours in the streets or off the gargoyle he posted himself on when he decided to go home. About that time, Alfred was already asleep and he didn’t bother to wake him. 

And when Bruce went to his bedroom, he found Vivian still asleep. He must have tired her out that she didn’t feel his absence. Good because he didn’t want her to think of him as an asshole and treated her like a one-night stand. He went back to bed after a quick shower and laid down with the woman beside him. He slept for god knows long and when he woke, she was already up. Sitting beside him, reading a book from his nightstand. It was the copy of her book. A signed copy of her book.

He teased her about reading her own works, but then she said she was mostly reading his annotation at the side. Bruce tends to write on the books he reads, putting his thoughts and opinions on the matter.  He didn’t know how, but one thing led to the other and they were kissing and Vivian felt him under the sheets and wanted to continue their night. Who was he to say no to that offer.

While he did enjoy the ride, he wasn’t too happy with having to face Vivian after this. He can deal with Alfred – the man drove him to his first day, gave him tips on how to ‘woo’ a girl, and deals with his one-night stands – but Vivian. 

She was probably the first woman whose opinion mattered so much it was giving him a panic attack. After she finally got out of hiding and joined him for a shower, Vivian was the first to go down, hoping to skip breakfast and take a cab but as soon as she stepped at the bottom of the stairs, Alfred was there to tell her that breakfast was ready. Acting as if nothing happened.

Maybe that was his coping mechanism. Act like nothing happened. Good. She’ll just follow his lead, and boy it wasn’t easy. 

“I read on your author’s biography that you grew up in Liverpool,” Alfred began, “And Master Bruce mentioned that you enjoy a full English breakfast, so I thought I’d bring home to you by making you a proper English breakfast.” He set the plated food before her.

Back bacon and sausages, a fried egg, grilled tomatoes, fried mushrooms, black pudding, baked beans and a toasted bread! The sight of it made her mouth water, and though she should have waited for the master of the house, Vivian couldn’t help but take a slice of the black pudding.

It brought back memories of her home in Liverpool. How her father would wake her up by calling out, “come on, love, school’s about to start. Get dressed and drag your asses down stairs. Breakfast’s ready!”

“This is amazing, Alfred! God, I miss this – no one, not even those places in Gotham Heights’ restaurants – makes it as good as they do at home,” Vivian took another spoon and ate the baked beans.

Alfred smiled. “The secret, Professor Pryor, is an actual Englishman cooking the meal.”

Vivian laughed. “Aye, you got that right! It’s like they’re not even tryin’ in those places – bloody idiots can’t even make toast without burning them. Jesus Christ!”

Alfred’s brows shot up in shock, does Vivian Pryor have an accent? A Liverpooldian accent? As if a switch was flipped and Alfred found himself in his old self before he became posh. “I keep tellin’ them ‘bout it, it’s toast! No’ burnt bread! D’yo wan’ tea with that, Professor?”

“Proper tea,” she joked.

“The only way tea should be made – no’ with a bag!”

“Exactly!”

Bruce was confused when he heard the loud laughter as he went to the table where Vivian was having breakfast with Alfred who stood at her side making tea. “Everything alright?” He asked as he walked towards his seat, he bent down to place a kiss on Vivian’s cheek before settling in where Alfred prepared his morning breakfast. It wasn’t as full as Vivian’s plate but it was exactly as he would always request the man.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Alfred was just telling me his time in the SAS,” Vivian said.

“Alfred has an interesting history too,” said Bruce.

“Tea, Master Bruce?” Alfred asked, switching back to his usual self.

“Yes, thank you, Alfred.” When Bruce took the packet from the tray and was about to drop it in the cup, Vivian caught his hand. “What?”

“What are you doing?”

“Making tea.”

“That’s not how you make tea.”.

“What?”

Then a switch happened.

“I told him many times, but he doesn’t listen,” Alfred said. “The boy’s stubborn as a bloody ox!”

Vivian laughed. “When we moved to Liverpool with my stepdad, the first thing he taught me was,” she held out her fingers to count, “how to make tea, how to toast bread, how to speak properly because Americans get it all wrong, and how to drink a pint.”

“You were nine when you moved to England, right?” Bruce raised a brow.

“He was drillin’ me like a madman – he went full SAS trainin’ on me to make tea!” Vivian told him or was it Alfred she was talking to… because the next sentences felt like English but not English, and her accent, there was some hints of English in them. Probably an effect from living there at a young age. And to his utter shock, Alfred too was speaking in a way he never heard his butler speak. And fast. Like he placed the video at 150% speed.

At that table, in his home, Bruce felt like a foreigner, only getting hints on what the conversation was between the two. But he let it be because the sight of Alfred laughing with Vivian, sharing stories, and mocking how he made his tea and how he won’t survive the day with just oatmeal, amused him… no, not amused, it made him happy. Genuinely happy.

~*~

Vivian’s visits to Wayne Manor became more frequent when they started dating seriously, which delighted Alfred as the man enjoyed the company of someone who he could share stories about his home country. It delighted him even more when he learned that Vivian had dual citizenship as a British-American. There were days when Bruce would find the two having tea at the outdoor table or drinking. Bruce doesn't drink because he needs his mind to be alert, but he knew Alfred does and he didn't mind if he drank the whole collection in the manor, what does surprise him is how much of a strong drinker Vivian was. She wasn't in the borderline of an alcoholic, but there was a time when he saw her and Alfred about to head out for a pint early in the morning.

“A pint at this hour?” Bruce said as he checked his wrist watch. “It's ten in the morning.”

“It's just a pint, Bruce, nothing to worry about. My Grandfather – bless him – would have scotch for breakfast, a pint for lunch, and bourbon for dinner.”

“Just be careful.”

“Not to worry, Master Bruce, Professor Pryor knows how to handle her liquor,” said Alfred. A joke towards him who doesn't drink. And Bruce didn't miss the implication of his surrogate father's words.

When Bruce disappeared on Vivian for two months, Alfred was a bit disappointed as the woman who would light up the manor and his young master disappeared, and also he too lost a friend. Then after those months apart, after Bruce went out with young Master Richard Grayson, Alfed was surprised to find Vivian Pryor with them. Exiting the car. Alfred couldn't stop the smile from his face.

“I missed my drinking buddy,” Vivian shrugged at him. “For some reason, people started suspecting that I'm an alcoholic because I ordered a pint for brunch.”

Alfred laughed at that and offered her one in the kitchen as Bruce had to face the social workers waiting inside. They have been distracted with the wonders of the manor for the past few hours now.

With secrets revealed to one another, it was much more freeing in the manor, but they still kept the whole Bat-secret from Dick as the boy was still mourning the loss of his parents. But between Vivian and Alfred, no more secrets. And Alfred would even admit that he found a close friend with Vivian Pryor.

Though Vivian still lived in her own apartment near Gotham University, she was a frequent face in Wayne Manor. And during her stay there she would always bring out a side of Alfred that still surprises the “two Americans”. The first time Dick heard the two talk to each other, Dick said to Bruce, “they're speaking in English, right?”

“I believe so. Yes.”

“It's English but it doesn't sound like English.”

“Don't say that to them, they'll just tell you it's us who aren't talking proper English.”

“Brother…”

Gosh, Bruce was glad that Dick was there. At least now he wasn't the only one looking lost at the moment. 

“It's like there's a switch with them – I'm confused, is she British or not?” Dick scratched the back of his head.

“Both.”

Just as Bruce and Dick were starting to make sense of all they were talking about – mind you, it took time and Bruce putting down his pride to ask Vivian what those shortened words meant – almost three years into their relationship, Vivian's family were coming to Gotham to celebrate the twins’ graduating university.

Bruce offered to pay for their fair and hotel but Vivian said no, telling him that her family can stay at her old condo, which she usually puts out for rent now that she moved into Wayne Manor (it was a huge change since it would mean driving to Gotham University for almost an hour than taking a fifteen-minute bus ride; aside from that, Bruce pitched in when she bought her own car. A story for another day). But with the condo free at the moment, Vivian's family were staying there, and, to Bruce's disappointment, she too will be staying with them for a couple of days. 

“They can always stay here, you know,” Bruce told her.

“And have my Dad snooping into the Batcave? No.” Vivian ended the discussion there. 

The first few days the Royces arrived at Gotham, they stayed at Vivian's apartment. Spending time together while he was drowning himself in work both at Wayne Enterprises and as Batman. She would bring Dick along in their day outs as a family, but everytime Dick would come home after spending time with the Royces and Pryor, he would say, “I think I need to watch TV.”

Then Bruce finally sent an invitation to the family to have dinner at the manor, so Adam can see how his daughter was being treated. And so he could show to the man that he respected Vivian, and the first date was just wrong timing for him (he cursed Penguin for it too). Three years into the relationship? It was about time he met Vivian's family, and for the Royce-Pryors to meet his. Rather, the family he and Vivian have in the manor.

“The British are coming,” Dick said as he sat by the window, keeping watch as Bruce perfected his tie.

“Don't let Vivian hear you say that,” Bruce chuckled.

“She was the one who said it when we met her family at the pier.”

“I'm glad you're getting along with her and her family.”

“She's cool – she’s like this cool aunt who takes me out to do normal teenage stuff.”

“You're not exactly normal, you know,” Bruce eyed his ward. For a moment he saw the young man of fourteen wearing the Robin costume before seeing the suit he picked out for him.

“I know. But it's fun to do those things. She even taught me how to flirt with girls since you’re teaching me how to kick ass.”

Bruce messed with his hair in amusement, and Dick swatted his hand away. “Come on, let's meet her family.”

“Don't you think we're overdressed?”

“No, we're dressed just fine.”

When they came to the receiving area, Dick slid down the railing and was the first to greet Vivian after Alfred. Vivian brought him to an embrace and tried to fix his hair (“Bruce messed it up,” Dick told her), and when Bruce came he placed a kiss on her lips and welcomed her home.

“Where's your family?” He asked her.

“Alfred… he and Dad kind of lost track with admiring the view of the estate,” Vivian sighed, “but here are the little devils,” Vivian gestured for her siblings to step forward. “The twins – Pain and Terror.”

“Funny, real, funny,” the young woman, Olivia, eyed her sister. 

“Liv, don't start,” Oliver warned her. “It's just Vee being Vee.”

“Aye, but she's the one chasin’ us with a bloody pan whenever we don’ do our chores. She's the real pain and terror here.”

Bruce wasn't sure what he was surprised about. The fact that Vivian used to chase her siblings with a bat for not doing their chores or the fact Olivia and Oliver's accent were more thick than what he was used to. It seems Alfred and Vivian had a softer touch, given that they've been staying in America for a while now.

“I'm jus’ sayin’,” Olivia shrugged.

Vivian sighed. “They're adorable. Bruce, my younger brother and sister – Oliver Royce-Pryor and Olivia Royce Pryor. Twins, this is Bruce Wayne –”

“The boyfriend,” said Olivia. “The one who stood you up on your first date.”

“Liv,” Vivian warned her sister.

“It's nice to formally meet you. We didn't get to meet the last time you were here in Gotham,” Bruce held out his hand to Oliver to shake and then to Olivia. The latter just looked at his hand. Seeing the young woman's look, Bruce knew Olivia Royce-Pryor was someone who does not forget or forgive easily. He'll need to gain her trust again. Dick did say that Olivia was protective of her older sister as Vivian stepped as their mother when their own died. Yes, Vivian joined the wrong people but she was still there for family. It was Vivian who became her mother, and Vivian who helped pay for their university.

“Oi, you two, manners,” the gruff voice of Adam Royce came as he and Alfred returned from their walk. The man was tall, around the same height as Bruce but not as big, but the older man had muscle. Adam had a head full of brown hair that had white streaks at the side, brown eyes, and an angular face. Looking at him and the twins, they have inherited mostly their father's looks but were softened with Madeline Pryor's, giving them some traits that resemble their sister. “Oliver, please, watch Livia. And Livia, watch your mouth.”

“Me?” Olivia raised her brow at her father. “She's the one going on about me being a pain. It's Vee that's got the biggest mouth of all of us, just turned American.”

Bruce choked at that sentence, and it did not go unnoticed by everyone. Behind Adam, Alfred sighed deeply at his reaction. Dick was no help as he let out a loud “ha!”, and Vivian gave him a look that was obvious enough that says: my father is here!

“Something funny, Mr. Wayne?” Adam Royce asked him with a pointed look. 

“Yes, just. Something just – it's nice meeting you all, Vivian told me so much about you. And I'm grateful that you brought Dick along to your trips around Gotham and New York,” Bruce quickly changed the subject before the man would think badly of him even more.

“Aye, of course, when Vee told us about the lad, I couldn't say no to him,” Adam messed with Dick's hair, making the teen sigh as Vivian just fixed it earlier. Sorry if we took a while outside, Alfred was just showing me the view. I've been saving to get something like this when I retire. You've got good land here.”

“Shall we proceed to the dining hall, Master Bruce?” Alfred spoke. “Before dinner gets cold.”

“Of course, thank you, Alfred. Dick, why don't you lead the way?” Bruce said.

“Right this way,” Snickering, Dick went ahead and led the Royce-Pryors to where Alfred was taking them to the dining hall, leaving Vivian and Bruce for some time to discuss what happened earlier.

Alone, Bruce let out a long and loud sigh. Seeing how the first meeting with her siblings and father was a bit tense, Vivian took his hand and brought Bruce to the side, away from the path her family took, and kissed him long and slow. Bruce appreciated the gesture and wrapped his arms around her as he found comfort in her actions. The tension on his shoulders disappeared and so did the many things that was running through his head the entire time.

“Are you alright now, Mr. Wayne?” Vivian lets him rest his forehead on hers.

“Don't leave my side at the table. I might need you on this one. Your family is a tough one,” Bruce said. “I think Bruce Wayne can't charm them with his usual tricks.”

“Then no tricks. Just be how you are with me.”

“Brooding?”

“Find the right balance. I'm sorry about Olivia, she's just…”

“Don't worry, I understand. Oliver seems nice.”

“He is. Olivia’s a daddy's girl, but Oliver’s mine. Come on, they're waiting… and Bruce, thank you for opening your home to them. This means a lot.”

“Of course, my love,” Bruce tilted her chin up to kiss again –

“I'd appreciate if it's the food you'll be having for dinner and not my daughter, Mr. Wayne,” Adam Royce appeared at the room again.

“Dad!” Vivian scolded him.

“Two more days,” Adam raised his fingers with his knuckles facing Bruce. Vivian knew what that meant and gave her father a warning glare. “And we're heading back to Liverpool, mind showing some restraint until then? And don't think I don't know what that was ‘bout earlier too.”

“Of course,” Bruce stepped back from Vivian.

“Good man. Vee,” he gave his daughter a look, the same one he would give her whenever she would bring home a boyfriend back when she was a teenager.

At the table, Bruce sat at the very head of the table, across him was Adam. Vivian to his right and Dick to his left. He invited Alfred to join in as they hired a private catering service for the night, and the man sat close to Adam as they were sharing stories at their time in service. Dick happily sat beside Oliver who was invested in his stories about the circus, and Olivia sat beside her sister. 

Dinner went on smoothly, there were some times when Bruce and Dick had to ask again what they were saying as the Royce-Pryors had a tendency to talk really fast, Alfred too, and would get lost in the translation. At one point, Dick just gave up and settled in just talking with Oliver as the young man was more sensitive than his father and sister. Vivian would often look at her father and sister to behave whenever they were up for a “typical Royce-Pryor dinner”, reminding them that this wasn't their house. 

Alfred happily drank with Adam, and both shared some stories of their own. Turns out, Adam has encountered Alfred in service, they weren't in the same corp but he saw the man back in his prime and had high respect for him. While Alfred retired willingly from service, Adam was forced out after a knee injury that had resulted in eleven surgeries and a long recovery. During that time, he met Madeline Pryor, who worked as a physical therapist where he was recovering. After his sessions, he asked her out on a date. Like Bruce, his first date with the woman did not go as planned as Madeline's babysitter canceled out quite late. It was the first time Adam met young Vivian Pryor, an American-born girl who had no friends. It only took one night for him to fall in love with the family of two and would always come over to see how they were. He helped Vivian with her shyness and taught her how to stand up for herself. 

“So, what are you both going to do now that you graduated?” Bruce started as he spoke to the twins. Across them, Alfred and Adam were happily talking and drinking their scotch.

“Look for a job,” said Olivia with her ‘know it all’ tone. Not liking her tone, Vivian pinched her sister's elbow. “Ow! Vee!”

“I have a degree in history,” Oliver spoke up to divert the attention from the sisters. “The place that I interned for has offered me a place there in their research department. I'll be starting once we get back.”

Bruce smiled. “Just like Vivian.”

“Yeah, you can say that.”

“I'm proud of you, Oliver,” Vivian said to her brother. “And you, Livia?”

“I'll be… I'm signing up for the Royal Army Medical Corps,” Olivia said.

“Excuse me?” Adam turned to her. “When did you decide on this – where were we when you decided on this?”

“Too late now, already did it – sent my application. Come on, it's the easiest way to get to medical school.”

“Aye, but at what cost? They'll be shippin’ you first before you could even step into medical school. Jesus Christ, Liv,” Adam sighed.

“Let's not do this here,” Vivian sighed. “We'll talk about this later when we get home. Please.”

“Alright, love,” Adam drank his scotch. “Apologies, Mr. Wayne, we tend to forget our surroundings.”

“It's alright,” Bruce reassured them. “How about we have dessert at the living room? I have a collection there that Vivian has tore through ever since she started living here.” He said the last part to Oliver.

They all agreed, thinking it was best to have a change of scenery to get away from the tension. Ice cream and cake were served there, Oliver and Dick were looking through the books while Vivian spoke to her father. Maybe about what happened earlier. Alfred went to see to the catering as they were packing everything up and were just waiting for the dishes. Seeing Olivia finding solace by the painting that had one of Bruce's ancestors, he approached her and gave her a little fact, “that's Theodore Wayne, he served in the Red Cross during the Civil war.”

“Family of doctors,” Olivia mused. She glanced at Bruce and then to the portrait over his shoulder across the room. It was the portrait of his parents. “Your parents were doctors too, right?”

“My father was. My mother was more into arts.”

“Vivian told us what happened to them… well, Gotham told us what happened to them, really. Everyone seems to know about it. How come you didn't become a doctor?”

Bruce took a breath. “Maybe if we never went to that alleyway and all of us got home safe, I would have become a doctor. But I'll still be studying business to take over Wayne Enterprises too.”

Olivia smiled. “I'm sure Olivia told you about our mother?”

“She did. I'm sorry.”

She shook her head. “We were so young then, younger than Dick. So much younger than that… And Vee tried to hide us from it but I saw her. I saw her, her missing eyes. And for a long time, whenever I would sleep, I could see my mum's face with her eyes plucked out. I would wake up, screaming and crying, and Vee would be there. Then for some reason I became obsessed with understanding why the eyes? Why did he take her eyes?

“Vee had her mystic friends, Oliver had his books, Dad got the gym to cope, and I got this obsession with trying to figure out why her eyes. What did he want with them… I wasn't smart enough to go to psych school, but I did get to the undergraduate study for biology. They say I got a knack for. Probably from those books I read… so why not medicine? But medical school is bloody expensive and you need connections to get in.”

“So the Royal Army Medical Corps,” Bruce concluded. 

“Aye. I knew Dad wouldn't want me to join the army but that's the only way I could do it without taking a huge loan that would financially cripple us.”

“I know Vivian doesn't want me pitching in certain things but let me talk to her and I can help –”

“Whoah, there rich-boy,” Olivia laughed. “I know we're not that rich, but we still have some pride.”

“Your sister asked for a loan from your grandparents to get her here to Gotham and pursue her career.”

“Aye, but they're family. And she worked her arse off to pay them one paycheck at a time but they died before she could finish the payment. In the end, we all got equal shares in the will and she got back the money she paid them.

“Don't get me wrong, Mr. Wayne. I'm glad that you and my sister are hitting it off really well. In a steady relationship, living together, raising a boy together. But even if you both got married and you gave me this offer, I still won't accept it.”

“Pride?”

She smirked and nodded. “Aye, pride. I'll be fine. I just need to talk to the old man and make sure he doesn't get a heart attack. Don't worry, Mr. Wayne, our family is built with strong people, we've been through so many storms and we're still standing.”

Bruce smiled, and he couldn't help but glance at Vivian's way who was laughing with Dick and Oliver about something, all the while she had Dick wrapped around her arms and her chin on his head. As if she felt his stare, Vivian glanced at his way and smiled at him. 

“I understand what you mean… but if you ever need any help – if not financially – but a good recommendation to someone, I know some people in high places that could help you out.”

“I appreciate the offer, but like my sister, I want to do this on my own.”

“A self-made woman.”

“Exactly.”

“I can respect that.”

The night ended with the Royce-Pryors booking a cab to take them back to Vivian's apartment, but Vivian decided to stay at the manor that night to her father's disappointment. But after tonight she wanted to be with Bruce.

In their shared bedroom, Vivian took the remaining hours they had before he left for his patrol by laying in bed, wearing the most comfortable clothes, and just holding Bruce and listening to his heart. Bruce had his eyes closed the entire time and just relished the feeling of her being there again.

“I miss this,” Bruce told her.

“I miss this too. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For doing all of this for them, especially talking to Olivia. From them both, it's Olivia who I had trouble with understanding. We both would end up screaming at each other in the house that would have the neighbors banging at the door… but after tonight, after talking to her, I understand her more now. So thank you.”

Bruce only looked at her and brushed his fingers through her auburn hair that he loved so much. “There are so many things I learned about you tonight. Those authors' biographies do not do you justice, Professor Pryor.”

“Like what? Chasing my siblings with a bat because they didn't wash the dishes?” Vivian laughed.

He slightly grinned at that. “Yes, but mostly it's what you did for them after your mother died. You stepped up for them. They look up to you, both of them.”

“I want them to understand that they owe me nothing,” Vivian said to Bruce. “That they can do whatever it is they want and not be tied down by our messed up childhood.”

“And they are,” Bruce lifted her to lay on top of him. “I can't stop imagining what it would look like if we met earlier.”

“I'd still be in high school when you're probably in uni. And I'd be talking shit about you and your rich-kid school, and probably stole your car's wheels just to piss you off.”

Bruce laughed. “Wasn't exactly the picture I had in mind, but that is very specific picture you made.”

“And, maybe, if you pissed me off, I would have had a bloody demon gone after you and your snobby rich-friends.”

“Concerning.”

“I told you, my magic wasn't always like what you saw and what I let you feel…” there was a pause. “Well, there might be a chance where I would have given you head in the back of the campus or in your car.”

Bruce smirked. “Just a head?”

“I was into a lot of stuff.”

“You know, I still got a few more hours.”

Vivian looked up at him and saw the suggestive look, then she sat up directly at his sex and started to move her hips in the way he liked. 

“God I love you,” he breathed out as he felt himself go hard.

“My father's not here now, Mr. Wayne, we can be as loud as we could be,” she let the strap of her nightshirt fall, exposing her breast to him. Bruce let out a low groan at the sight of her, and the feeling of her rubbing on him. “And as wild as we can be.”

Bruce sat up, his hand brushing her red hair and then putting it in a grip, not too tight, just enough to make things interesting. “Tell me, how would teenage Vivian Pryor want it?”