#long gone.

I like to think that sometimes when Alfred has to patch Bruce up, and Bruce finally passes out, he trails a hand through his hair, maybe places a light kiss on his forehead. The actions he used to prefer when he was little and sick, when Martha would stay by his bedside. When he couldn’t sleep, and Thomas was up anyway because he was on-call.

A good number of folks get rather squicked by the way in which i adopt creepy crawlies and the like but i suppose their perspectives on such critters have never had that crucial window of opportunity to shift. When youve come up against the monstrosities i have in my time anything that isnt going to mow you down on the spot is entitled to some semblance of mutual attachment.