#volxtus

              ( fingers pulled at the blankets, her head swayed against                 the pillows as she blinked once, then twice before exhaling.                 was this even real? was she even here? how many meds                 did they even have her on? she felt out of it. like she was                 having an out of body experience.

                 her head swayed again before the door creaked, causing                   her body to tense. each muscle she still could move stiffened                  making her unable to move freely. not like she could even                   move all that well to begin with. still, her head turned to look                  at whomever was entering. giving a         

                                    DEER IN HEADLIGHTS

                look to whoever it was. god she was terrified. USELESS to                 even defend herself. where did she go wrong? why was she                 even still breathing? 

A soft breath left his lips as the curled into a smile, surprise and tension quickly leaving his shoulders when he realized it was Conner who had come up behind him. He must have been really focused on organizing his locker if he hadn’t heard Conner sneak up on him. A carefree chuckle was elicited at the kiss to the back of his jaw and he shivered, raising a hand to tangle his fingers in Conner’s hair, leaning back against him. Totally against school rules, he was sure, to make it look like he was one second away from turning around and asking Conner to take him.

Which he totally would have.

        ❝Hey Conner. Ready to go or             do we have to run over to your             locker?❞

He lowered his arm so that he could turn in Conner’s arms, and then his arms wound around his shoulders, leaning up to kiss him softly, grinning a bit against his lips.

        ❝Alfred’s been asking when you’ll be             coming over again.❞

          ( conner finds himself grinning a big smile when dick settles             back into him like a classic porno scene. if this were a different             time and place, he would have pushed his hands down more             than just his waist, but they’re in public. that was a no-no for             public. so instead, he just presses little kisses to the side to             his face until he turns around. his lips press back against dick’s,             chuckling a little bit. he holds the kiss for a little bit until he pulled             back to talk to him. too bad he couldn’t just stay there forever and             kiss him. )

❝I’m ready. Got all my stuff in my backpack.❞

          ( he motions towards the bag attached to his back with one hand as the             other reaches down to take hold of dick’s hand. he brings it up to tenderly             kiss it, lips curling up into a smile at him. )

Whatever appetite he had worked up was gone just as fast as it had come to him. The slice of cake he had cut himself is gently nudged to the side, gaze flickering over to Connie. His lips parted and then closed, shifting uneasily. It’s not that he isn’t excited, he is, but it’s the fear of raising a kid. He’s only a junior is high school. Sure college had never been something he was actually considering, but now— now he might have to go. And Bruce, oh—- he had to tell Bruce.

He’s always wanted his own family —- that he’d be able to be there for his own kids the way his own parents never got the chance to be for him. He’d do everything in his power to make sure he saw his kids grow up, to make sure he watched their dreams come true. But they’re just kids.

A shaky hand is reached across the table and Connie takes it without hesitation. They hold onto each other for what feels like centuries before Dick moves from his spot to throw his arms around her, pulling her in tight against him. She isn’t alone. He wants her to know that she isn’t alone and the only way he’s leaving her and this baby is that if he dies. He doesn’t care that he’s young. He’ll go out and get a job if he has to—- anything to help them.

       She didn’t know what to expect when she’s      told him, but she was glad that he hugged her      so tight. Her arms wrap up around his neck      and she nuzzles her face into any comfortable      spot she can get it. It’s taken a lot for her to      upright keep herself from crying and she’s      determined not to do it now. He’s always been      there for her and she knows that he’s not going      to leave her because of this. He wasn’t that kind      of person.

     Slowly she pulls back and looks up at him,      hands coming up to tenderly cup his face.      “Are you alright, Dickie-Bird?” She asks,      thumbs brushing against his cheeks before      she leans up to kiss him lightly. She was      scared and she was pretty sure that he was      too. She was going to try and comfort him      just like he was trying to comfort her too. It      was really the least she could do right now.      She couldn’t fall apart yet.

「—✧—」

       “Do you eat birdseed?”

               She's joking, of course. An attempt to rile him                up.