#midnight12181

Spoilers guys.

Yes, Robin: Son of Batman had a great ending! I’m also so thrilled that they’ve kept up the brother/sister bit with Damian and Maya. She is every bit the loving big sister/best friend he needs in his life.

On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair

Jaime flipped a page in his book, trying to read as quickly as possible. He had to have it done for his class the following day, and he knew there wouldn’t be a chance he’d have time later that night.

He was flipping the page again when he realized that it was quiet around him. Sure, there were the sounds of the other people wondering the park, kids playing in the distance- but there wasn’t a voice asking him, every ten seconds, what was happening in the book.

He glanced up, over the edge of his book, found Bart was looking down at his phone. His fingers were moving in a way that made it seem like he was playing a game. His auburn hair was in disarray as always, falling against his cheeks, into his vision even. But the way he sat, it left the sun behind him, illuminating him in this glow that was-

Ethereal, if Jaime was honest.

He lowered his book to his lap, took a moment to just stare. Bart was so concentrated, seemed so lost to the world for a moment. There was a tinge of pink to his cheeks, from an afternoon spent out in the sun, and Jaime could even make out the lines of his eyelashes, how they tickled the tops of his cheeks as he blinked.

He swallowed, leaned over- and without much thought, pushed at a lock of hair that was in Bart’s vision, tucking it behind his ear. Bart glanced up, and his face broke into a smile- the kind that always left Jaime’s heart fluttering like a mad bird, in the cage of his ribs.

“Thanks,” Bart offered, and Jaime nodded, let the back of his fingers brush Bart’s warm cheek. Bart smiled more, his eyes nearly closing, as he turned, kissed at Jaime’s knuckles. “I’m not bothering you, am I?”

Jaime shook his head- had forgotten the book in his lap entirely.

“Good. I know you have to finish your book.” Bart looked back at his phone, and Jaime slowly settled back, lifting it back up but ignoring it. Wasn’t even sure he was still on the right page. He was more interested in trying to memorize the way Bart’s hair lit up in the sun, the perfect turn of his mouth-

Things he felt he should have memorized already.

“You okay?” Bart asked, glanced up, realizing Jaime was still watching. Jaime nodded quickly, reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, dropping his gaze to his book. The sheepish gesture brought a countless smile to Bart’s lips, a soft twitch. “Hey.” Jaime glanced up, and Bart kept the smile- though Jaime would’ve heard it in his voice, even if he couldn’t see him. “I love you.”

Patience had always been Bart’s issue, not his. With the exception of the mission he’d come to the past to complete, it seemed to be an inherited trait. Wally was just like him - act first, think later, hope that the best would come through despite all else. Fighting, schoolwork, appropriate places to start making out, Bart Allen was notorious for putting his feet into action long before his brain could even start catching up.

And yet here he was, squirming in his seat as Bart sat patiently beside him, face all but split in half with how hard he was smiling. Not that Jaime could actually see it, sat on a rock in the middle of nowhere that existed just a short distance from his own house. Bart had dragged him out there, civilian clothes and all; t shirt, hoodie, he insisted on an extra jacket and a sleeping bag “because it gets cold at night, duh, and I’m not explaining to your mom why you’re bluer than your costume.” They were waiting in that eerie twilight, the moments between the fading of the last few stars and the rise of the sun, that gloomy twilight that seemed to make everything else disappear. Yet he knew Bart was definitely smiling; he could feel it in the air. An excited, anxious Bart seemed to make the air positively tingle. 

The Mate is showing unusual signs of stress and tension. With his powers, he could electrify the immediate atmosphere with his constant motion, Khaji observed. Jaime elected to ignore it, for once, not wanting to ruin the comfortable silence that reigned between the three of them. Bart had asked him to do one simple thing, and Jaime was fully intending to complete his self-imposed mission.

He was waiting.

Another long wait (twenty seven minutes, nineteen seconds, thank you Khaji) and the sun had just started to threaten the horizon, the air around them fading from the smog-like grey to something more heated, a faint hint of rose to the sky when he felt it. Bart’s hand slipped into his own, squeezing. Jaime turned to look at his boyfriend, surprised. He looked so serene even in the faint light, like every worry he’d had since they’d met (both first time, his and Bart’s, although never would the two be the same) had just melted away. That was the face he’d always wanted to see. That was who Bart should be.

The speedster turned to look at him, eyes all but glowing golden in the faint light. “Wanna go meet my dad and my aunt?” he asked softly, a hesitation that Jaime had never imagined tinging his tone. “I know it’s not the same as meeting your mom, and they might not even let us in because, you know, they’re probably still covered in all kinds of gunk that I don’t even wanna think could exist inside of Grandma, but I just want to-”

Which one sexts like a straight white boy? Someone. Please explain sexting to Bart. And also teach him about timing because he always does it while Jaime is in class or going in for an exam and honestly even if he’s not great at it, the pictures he sends are still distracting.

Which one cried during a fucking disney movie? Bart. Bart. Bart. Jaime didn’t warn him that Disney movies were so sad, and he gets to reap the rewards and snuggling his sniffling boyfriend.

Who put a goddamned fork in the microwave? Jaime did it when he stayed up too late studying. Thankfully Bart is fast enough to catch it.

Who does the silly hands-over-the-eyes “Guess who” thing? Jaime actually flies down and does it to Bart a lot. Bart always grins like an idiot and blushes and that just makes Jaime’s night.

Who puts their cold hands/feet on their partner? Bart’s metabolism makes him run warm, and while Jaime doesn’t outright do it, if he ever complains about something being cold, suddenly Bart is sitting on his feet or rubbing his hands or shoving them under his own shirt and then squeaking because yeah okay Jaime you really are cold.

Who had that embarrassing Reality TV marathon? Not exactly reality but Jaime likes home renovation shows. Too much.

Who laughs more during sex? Bart will not stop laughing and it is distracting (and super endearing).

YES. YES ABSOLUTELY.