title: day's journey
fandom: DC Comics
characters/pairings: Bruce/Dick, Alfred
rating: Teen
warnings: sleeping in
summary: Dick helps Bruce to get a good night's sleep.
notes: for Sue, my beloved minion. this is supposed to be for a christmas request, and for mother's day... and because Sue badly needs a pick me up these days. in all regards, it's a damned meager offering, but, Sue-love, just remember, always thinking of you and praying for the best for you and yours. *hugshugshugs*

4:06 am

He got there just in time to use an escrima stick to block the ninja's sword. Batman rolled and kicked out. Three of them were already tied up, so there were only two left. Sirens were already blaring, though. The two remaining ninjas looked at each other, and started to retreat. Batman took after them, so Nightwing had no choice but to follow, though his leg was killing him. Damned needle...

He lost sight of them after a block. Cops swarmed all over the scene, calling in for the special ops to come get the ninjas.

If he couldn't keep up with Batman, then there wasn't much else he could do. Sunrise was in an hour or so. He'd head back for now, wait for Bruce to come home...

7:35 am

"Master Bruce, I simply must object," Alfred wearily argued. "You haven't slept in two days! You aren't needed in the office. And there's nothing more you can to about the Mark of Tohl right now. Master Dick, can't you get him to see reason?"

Dick scrubbed his hair with the towel, drying it. He smirked, winking at Alfred. "Reason isn't one of Bruce's strong points. Why don't you go on upstairs, though, Alfred, and get some rest. I'll take care of Master Bruce."

"I'm sitting right here," Bruce grumbled. "And I'm not going to just disappear because you want me to."

"I will trust him to your care, then, Master Dick," Alfred said, ignoring Bruce's grunt. "Please call me if you need anything." He started up the stairs, moving slowly, as if his legs weighed tons.

"I have to go in," Bruce snarled. "I'm expected. I have responsibilities as Bruce Wayne. If I'm not there..."

Dick unhooked the towel around his waist, letting it drop. He walked over to where Bruce was sitting, slipping in between Bruce and the batcomputer. He put his hands on Bruce's shoulders. "Stay with me today."

Bruce's mouth was open as he stared at Dick, stared at his groin, and then... he looked over to the wound on Dick's leg. He licked his lips. "I didn't even realize... you had been injured."

"Special needle," Dick shrugged. "Slipped right through the Kevlar weave. Didn't realize it was poisoned until I got back. Here." He picked up Bruce's hand, leading his fingers to probe the wound. "It's not so bad, right?"

Bruce furrowed his brow, and bit his lip. "I'm sorry..."

Dick reached out, and lifted his chin. "Stay with me today."

Guilt was a terrible tool to use to manipulate a loved one, but it worked.

9:17 am

He grabbed the pillow next to Bruce's head. He couldn't breathe anymore. He pushed his hips forward, watching Bruce's face. He wanted to kiss him. He wanted to. Wanted.

Bruce clenched around him, and grabbed his hips. He felt Bruce coming, the semen hitting his stomach. He couldn't hold out. Didn't want to.

He fell.

Bruce's arms came around him, holding him. He pressed his face to Bruce's neck. Bruce smelled like gun smoke and sweat. Didn't he shower? Dick thought...

"I should go down... go through some mug shots, run some data... check some security cameras..."

Dick bit his shoulder. "Stay with me."

"Dick..." Bruce turned over a bit, sheltering Dick with his arm. "I need to..."

"Stay with me," Dick insisted. "I'm not a cheap fuck, am I?"

"Dick!" Bruce pulled back, gasping.

Dick laughed a little, inching closer to Bruce. "Stay with me. Please."

Closing his eyes, he tightened his grip on Dick. "I don't know what you do to me..."

"It's gypsy magic. Don't resist." Dick closed his eyes, smiling.

Bruce didn't object, and Dick was sure he was smiling.

12:49 pm

"You're coming back to bed, right?" Dick sleepily asked.

"Dick, do you know what time it is?" Bruce asked as he washed his hands.

"I know you've been asleep for about two hours, and you promised you would stay with me. You haven't slept in four days, not two like Alfred thinks, and your brain is already turning to mush, so if you did go down to work, you'd just make mistakes, and that could cost lives. Also, I got injured last night, and you promised me you'd stay with me."

"Guilt won't work forever," Bruce sighed, slipping back into bed with Dick.

Dick turned around. "I shouldn't have to guilt my lover into staying in bed with me."

3:24 pm

He heard voices. He looked over his shoulder... Bruce was talking on the phone, using his playboy voice. Dick was about to say something, but he realized that Bruce's hand was on his waist. He turned a bit, and Bruce squeezed. He caught Bruce's eye, and smiled.

He turned around to face Bruce, and went back to sleep.

5:04 pm

"You're really anxious, aren't you?"

"Even you can't want to sleep this much," Bruce whined.

Actually whined.

Dick lifted his head, and grinned. "You make me sound like some layabout!" he complained.

Bruce smiled, ducking his head down. "Alfred made dinner. Cheesy tuna casserole."

"The only reason that doesn't sound disgusting is the Alfred made it part. Are there going to be cookies?" Dick pouted, trying to look cute.

He definitely succeeded. Bruce caressed his cheek softly. "It's Alfred. What do you think?"

"I think..." Dick stretched out in bed, smiling. "We both need a shower first."

"I'll tell Alfred to keep it warm," Bruce grinned.

8:17 pm

"Master Dick, I can finish the dishes myself, thank you." Alfred playfully shoved Dick's hands out of the water. "As I have done for many years now."

"But, see, you're getting old. Pretty soon, you won't be able to keep up, anymore. When that happens, I'm going to have to keep things together here," Dick teased.

"I shudder to think," Alfred said, his chin up. "The rate you two are going, I'll be burying you both. Now, get down there, and watch his back."

Dick watched Alfred for a moment. "I guess you trust me a bit, after all."

Alfred looked at Dick over his shoulder, smiling. "Aren't you running late, young Master? If you intend to keep up with Master Bruce..."

"Going, going," Dick sighed dramatically, but...

He was still smiling when his bare feet touched the batcave floor.