mourning my season 2

There’s a theme to this one (you’ll never guess what it is)

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summary: helping wayne after a fight again..

warning: fluff basically it

based on this rec

The sound of knocking woke you up, you check the clock, 1am. You look back at the window and see Wayne. He’s bruised and beat up as he keeps knocking on your window insistently. Finally you get up and run over to unlock your window as you puah the curtains away to let him crawl through. Your hands instantly find your way to cup his face as you turn his jaw to look at the black eye and cuts he had down his cheek.

“It’s late, what are you doing here all beat up?” You question, continuing to inspect his face.

“I just wanted to see you, check if you were okay and all.” He muttered as he pulled your wrists away gently. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine, look at you.” You reply as you pull him to sit on your bed.

As you’re running to your bathroom for medical supplies he glances at your desk, looking at your homework. When you come back he looks back at you, his eyes following your hairs movement, wanting to reach out and play with it before you place an alcohol wipe to his cheek.

“This might hurt, just squeeze my bed or something” You tell him as you clean up his face.

“You don’t have to do this you know? I just wanting to pass by..” He mumbled as he tried ignoring the burning sensation on his cheekbone.

“Shut up, let me help you”

He listens and lets you clean him up, he looks down at your necklace that had your name hanging over your chest. His hand runs down the chain and stops at your name. You look down to his hand and smile.

“My dad got me that.. Its cute, huh?” You whisper as you get back to putting a bandaid under his eye, your fingers lingering on his cheek to look up at his eyes.

His voice rasps quietly as he answers, “Looks good on you..” He whispers as he lets go of it and looks back up to you.

Slowly pulling your hands away you get back to putting your things away as he stares at you, his hands practically itching to touch you again. You go back to your bathroom to put the things back under your sink, he follows. As you’re getting up he looks down at you. He guides you to lean back on the sink slowly as his hands hold your waist. He touched you as if he was scared to break you, you just looked so small and perfect to him. You smile, pulling his shoulders down to meet your height.

“Thank you. For patching me up, even though I didn’t need it.” He muttered out as he stared down at your hair, your eyes, lips.

“No problem.” You whisper back as you run your hand up to cup his cheek, avoiding any tender spots that’d hurt him.

He bit back as smile as he locked eyes with you, his hands gripping your waist a little harder, still gentle.

“You’re nice to me, y/n. I don’t know why, but thank you again..” He whispered as he leaned into your touch.

You pulled him into a hug as he melted into you. His face pressing into your shoulder as he breathed you in. His jaw clenching as he hugged you tighter. His hands grabbing onto your silk tank top, scared you’d disappear any second.

“I love you, y/n.”

Your eyes widen but you try playing off the shock that gave you. He pressed into you more as the embrace lasted longer.

“I love you, Wayne.”

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