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Robby groaned pitifully, tightening his arms around Dennis’s waist and pressing his face closer into his boyfriend’s neck. He was practically glued to Dennis's back, breathing in his scent deeply. Clingy baby.

Jack, walking in obviously into the room, paused before smirking and crossing his arms over his chest. “Ooo, hugs from behind at work? We’re getting bold now, aren’t we?”

“He’s just jelly that some guy and girl were flirting with me.” Dennis hums, reaching back to pat Robby on the head a singular time.

“Both?”

“Yup.” Dennis popped his p. “Wanted me to join their relationship.”

“Shit, you really are prime throuple material.” Jack frowned. “We need to keep you to ourselves.”

Jack walks over and bullies the papers and clipboard out of Dennis's hands, making the younger man sigh in annoyance, but allows Jack to guide his hands to wrap around his waist.

"I thought we were supposed to be professional at work?" Dennis hums, pressing a soft kiss to Jack’s waiting lips. “One could say that you’re both taking advantage of me as my superiors.”

“Such slander.”

“Such lies.”

Robby and Jack exchanged a kiss over Dennis’s head while the younger man rolls his eyes at their dramatics.

“Alright, alright, hands off you two. I’ve gotta get back to my patients.”

“Those pervs?” Jack narrows his eyes. Dennis decidedly does not answer him and simply walks out of the room with a wave of his hand.

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“Wow, I didn’t realize they allowed models to work in the ER. You’re a fucking dream.”

Jack and Robby stopped in their tracks.

"That's the fucking room." Robby hissed. "This is where I heard them flirt with Den the first time. They're doing it again!"

“Please try to focus on moving your left arm for me.” Dennis is using his customer service voice, which could be kinda hot in some situations, but definitely not if he’s not using it on them.

Robby and Jack, like idiots, burst into the room just to stand menacingly in the doorway and glare at the patient and his girlfriend.

"Is this the troublesome patient, Dr Whitaker?" Abbot scowled, doing his best to look intimidating, and it was very easy for him to do so.

"I can get him transferred to a different hospital in one call." Robby crossed his arms and looked down at the patient. "Just say the word."

Both the girlfriend and the patient swallowed, their eyes wide in confusion and apprehension. Then they turned to Dennis for help, supposedly, because why wouldn't they?

Dennis just let out a sigh, flattered, annoyed, and just needing to get this patient out of his hair before moving on to the next one. "Alright, sir, you seem to be doing well enough. Try to avoid any strenuous activities for at least two weeks. Come back if you have any problems. A nurse will be in here shortly for last-minute questions and to check you out." He finished politely before giving a tight smile.

On the way out, he grabbed Robby and Jack by the arm, hard. "Doctors, I need to speak with you for a moment."

Jack and Robby gulped, exchanging a look and realizing they were in deep shit.

"W-wait, no, Den, I'm sorry, it was Robby's idea! Please-"

Alfred has never allowed him to even ask to come into his nest, Dick is still not talking to him and is a whole city away, and his poor pup, Jason, has left him forever

Bruce can’t stop the cry of pain and sadness that escapes his throat. He doesn’t want to. He wants to wallow in his pain and sadness without being made to feel like he should’ve gotten over it already

The storm ravaging Gotham encapsulates his mood perfectly

Jason was his pup. All his. He even called him Mama, and Dick’s never done that

Bruce hugs an old sweatshirt of Jason’s close to his chest and takes a deep breath. It’s just starting to fade, but he’s not worried. He made sure to preserve every single clothing item Jason had. He went through them one by one, slowly

Bruce lifts his watery eyes when he hears his window creak, rainwater pouring in as a tiny body climbs through

Tim Drake

Why the fuck was the neighbor's pup climbing through his window on the third fucking floor?

Tim freezes when he turns around and notices Bruce just staring at him silently

He slowly tugs down his raincoat, the ends of his hair starting to curl from the exposure to water, takes off his rain boots, a small puddle of water soaking into his carpets, and chirps softly

Bruce chirps back in response, instinctively, but still continues staring, absolutely baffled

Tim shuffles around awkwardly, having no plan once he snuck into Wayne Manor. Now he was just in his footy pajamas, kinda cold from traversing the storm outside

And it’s so cute

It’s been so long since he’s had a pup anywhere near his nest, and he’s known Tim since he was a newborn, so-

Bruce held open his arms and let out a small trill, beckoning the pup to him

Tim hesitates because he knows he can’t just go into Bruce’s nest, but his scent is so soft and motherly that he can’t help but run into Bruce’s arms and snuggle into him