A Thousand Years One-Shot
Marinette hums softly as the music fills the kitchen. It was one of the rare nights that Damian wouldn’t be home for dinner (sleepover at Jon’s), so the kitchen had felt too quiet. Especially since Dick was late. Which she definitely blamed Bruce for. She wasn’t sure if the man genuinely didn’t understand what it meant to have a family routine that you wanted to stick to, or if he was just that much of an asshole. She was leaning towards that one. Despite being married to his oldest son for more than six months, the man still didn’t like her. At all. Which wouldn’t bother her, if it weren’t for the fact that she knew it bothered Dick and Damian. And, to an extent, Jason and Tim.
“Dancin’ in the dark,” she sings, chopping the last of the vegetables for dinner. She’s so caught up in dumping everything into the pan that she doesn’t realize the door has opened and closed until familiar arms are wrapped around her.
“You don’t usually cook with music,” Dick says softly, swaying as he presses a kiss to her temple. Marinette smiles, relaxing back in his hold.
“It was too quiet. I’m never home alone, so it was just weird.” Dick hums before spinning her around and smiling at her.
“Well I’m home now, and Bruce is going on a League mission. So we have a few weeks before he starts insisting on my presence at the manor again,” he says. Marinette snorts, wrapping her arms around Dick’s neck as they continue slowly dancing through the kitchen.
“Does this mean Batman is about to be much calmer again?” She asks, quirking an eyebrow.
“As much as I can. The last time I wore the suit a goon gave me a card for a therapist because of my ‘extreme mood swings’.” Marinette throws her head back laughing, which quickly turns into a squeal as Dick dips her.
“Well, are you going to kiss me, Mr. Grayson?” She asks breathlessly. He grins and her knees turn to jelly just as they always had when he smiled like that.
“Your wish is my command, Mrs. Grayson.”
