So, I had talked about doing this idea with a friend a while back, and had planned on finishing it for her birthday (which was a long time ago, I am truly sorry). Well, I was finally able to get it done and edited, and thought I'd upload it since there will not be an update on Tightrope today. I will upload it all tonight, but I decided to break it up because it was nearly 12,000 words and that is hard to get through in one sitting.
Anyway, without further ado, this one is dedicated to Lotslover. Hope you like it :)
Bruce Wayne, CEO of the multi-billion dollar company Wayne Enterprises, stood in front of the floor length mirror, fixing the bow tie around his neck with a sigh. As head of a growing company, he had often found himself dressed to the nine, flaunting countless tuxedos, complete with bowtie; it was one of the many costumes he wore. Most nights, however, he didn't find himself dreading the night, hoping to find a way to get out of his prior obligations, especially when he knew it was another opportunity to flaunt his beautiful wife, letting the citizens of Gotham see she had claimed his heart and he was more than happy to be besides her. No, tonight was different. Tonight he was doing something he hadn't thought about since he was seventeen years old.
When Diana had overheard Dick asking Tim what his plans for his Senior prom were, Bruce knew it was only a matter of time before she came to him looking for answers. There were still things about Man's World that were new to her, and having three children in the house, Diana wanted to make sure she knew the basics of every custom, should they ever encounter them. That night Bruce had explained what the high school dance was: a celebration of the end of the year. What he hadn't told her was the copious amount of teenagers who tended to lose their virginity that night - he would have had to include himself if he had let that bit of information slip. Unfortunately, Jason had let that detail slip during a dinner a few weeks ago, and Diana had gone to bed with the sudden realization that Tim might be included in that group. Her worries only grew when Tim had let it slip he was taking Cassie.
That night Diana came home, a smug smile on her face, and only after bribing Bruce with a passionate night of sex, had she revealed she had offered to help chaperone the dance. Bruce had known what was coming, and although he had rolled over and tried his hardest to appear as if he had fallen asleep, he couldn't help but hear the amusement in his wife's voice as she proclaimed he would be her date.
Bruce let out another sigh as he ran a hand through his hair, before letting it rest on his chin. He had gone to this dance multiple times. Each time he would go with a different girl, but each time it would end up the same way - with him finding himself in her bed, awkwardly trying to get away from a girl who had become attached overnight. He knew Diana knew of his numerous flings, how he had paraded women around for years, continuing to keep the playboy persona up to hide his identity of The Batman. But that was no longer who he was - it never was. After he had started to date Diana publically, he let her know countless times that she was the only one for him, that she would be the only one for him. He found no need to remind her of his previous affairs. When they had married, it was as if all the women from his past had been erased - nothing but a bad memory.
There was a gentle knock on the door, interrupting Bruce and his thoughts. "Come in," he called over his shoulder, knowing there were only two people who could be behind the door.
The door creaked open and Bruce heard, "Good evening, Master Bruce." Alfred's voice rang throughout the bedroom Bruce and Diana shared, his English accent filling Bruce's ears as his lips turned into a smirk when he saw the man he considered a son staring at the mirror. "Ms. Diana has just informed me that she is on her way. Something about Master Kent needing some assistance in Metropolis." He watched as Bruce nodded, before Bruce's eyes glanced up in the mirror and met his.
Bruce opened his mouth to speak, however the pitter patter of small feet against the floors of the hallway forced him to remain silent. "Oh Daddy, you look pretty."
Bruce turned to the door, the corners of his lips unconsciously turning into a smile when he saw his daughter Alexandra, Allie for short, standing besides Alfred. "I do?" he asked, his smile growing wider when Allie nodded her head enthusiastically, the ponytail atop of her head bouncing wildly with her movements. She was just like a mini Diana, from her long dark hair, to her bright blue eyes, to the beautiful olive toned skin she had.
He bent down and opened his arms, watching as Allie ran up to him and into his arms, before he lifted her up. "Where's your brother?" Bruce asked as he placed a kiss on Allie's cheek.
Allie raised an eyebrow. "Dickie?" she asked, watching as Bruce shook his head and let out a chuckle. "Jason?" Again Bruce shook his head. "Timmy?" Bruce chuckled once more and shook his head. "Milo?"
"That's the one," Bruce said, watching as Allie shrugged, before she rested her head on her father's shoulder.
"I believe Master Dick is watching him downstairs," Alfred answered, watching as Allie lifted her head from Bruce's shoulder and fixed his bow tie, flashing her father a satisfied smile when she was done.
"Daddy, when it's my prom, will you take me?"
Bruce's glance moved to Alfred, who only chuckled and shrugged, before he turned to look back down at his daughter. The innocence she had was overwhelming, and although she loved her mother and idolized everything she did as Wonder Woman, she had a special connection with Bruce. She saw the good in him, and even though she still didn't know he was The Batman, she knew he cared about people. To her, no one could be as good as her daddy.
Bruce opened his mouth to answer, stopping when he saw his wife walk up behind Alfred. Her hair was a mess and there was dirt covering half of her face -she looked positively exhausted. Maybe he could get out of tonight after all. "Of course," he began, turning his attention from his wife to his daughter, "Just you and me. No boyfriends."
Allie turned to see her mother in the doorway and flashed her father a smile, before she jumped out of his arms. "We'll see," she said over her shoulder, before she ran up to Diana and wrapped her arms around the Amazon's waist. "Mommy, I missed you," Allie said, continuing to squeeze Diana's waist. "Can I help you get ready?"
Bruce cleared his throat, catching Diana's attention. "Allie, Mommy might be tired and not want to go to the dance," he said, raising an eyebrow to Diana, silently asking if she was okay.
Diana chuckled, before she looked down at her daughter and nodded. "Of course, Allie," she began, giving Bruce a wink. She watched as he inwardly groaned. She knew he didn't want to go, but when they had gotten married he had promised to let her experience everything she never had while on Themyscira, and as mundane as Bruce had made this out to be, she wanted to experience it firsthand. Plus, she wanted to keep an eye on Tim and Cassie.
When the two of them had begun to date a few weeks ago, Bruce and Diana were concerned. They knew the difficulties of dating a teammate, and with both Tim and Cassie being part of The Team, they knew they would encounter their own difficulties as a couple. But neither could discipline the two teens for knowing what they wanted - at least they hadn't danced around their feelings for years.
Allie grabbed Diana's hand and pulled her into the room, past Bruce and into the bathroom. She quickly rushed out of the bathroom and placed her hands on Bruce's lower back, before she began to push him out of the room. "Shoo, shoo, Daddy," she said, pushing him out of the room and grabbing the door. "You wait downstairs. I'm going to make Mommy beautiful!" She slammed the door shut, forcing Bruce to look at Alfred, before they both began to laugh. Allie was definitely a character. Without a word, both Alfred and Bruce walked down the hall and down the stairs, joining Dick, Jason, and Milo in the family room.
"No, no, no," Bruce heard Jason say, "Dick, you're being a fucking dumbass."
Bruce walked into the room, his eyebrows furrowing when he saw three of his four sons laying on the floor. Jason laid on his stomach, his head resting on his hands, watching as Dick laid on his back, his hands raised above him, balancing ten month old Milo on one of his hands. "Watch your language," Dick said, turning his head to scowl at the younger man. "There's a baby here."
Jason rolled his eyes and scoffed, before he turned his head away from his older brother. He spotted Bruce in the doorway and his eyes widened, before he gave the older man a nervous chuckle. "Oh, hello, Bruce. How's it going?"
Dick jerked his arm as he turned to watch Bruce enter the room. "Bruce," he began, sitting up, cradling Milo in his arms, "Don't you clean up nice."
Bruce ignored Dick's compliment and plucked Milo out of his eldest's arm. He listened to the baby giggle, forcing his scowl into a smile, before he gently kissed the infant's cheek. "What are you doing with my son?" he asked, letting the baby gently pat his face, trying to get his father's attention.
"Ouch, Bruce. Are we not your sons?" Jason asked sarcastically, turning to sit up, leaning his back against the bottom of the couch.
Dick sat up next to Jason and nudged Jason in the ribs, offering him a smirk. "Oh you know old Bruce is just joking. He loves us all." Dick winked at Bruce, watching as the older man rolled his eyes and took a seat on the loveseat across from the two.
Bruce adjusted the baby in his lap, facing Milo towards the other two men in the room, before he placed a kiss on the back of his son's head. It was silent for a moment, everyone debating on what to say to break the silence that now plagued them all.
"So, Bruce, when are you and Diana going to have another one?" Dick asked, watching as Bruce's glance moved up from Milo, before his eyes met the older gentleman.
This was something that had come up between he and Diana a handful of times, but he realized he was content with his family just as it was. Granted, he would always welcome a new addition, especially with Diana, but the way she had avoided the topic like the plague since that Halloween night a few months ago, made him think two was enough for her. After all, it was her body that had been put through the ringer with Milo, and his birth had been particularly hard on them both - much harder than Allie's. He didn't blame her for being hesitant.
"Please," Jason began, "The way these two go at it, I'd be surprised if she's not pregnant by the end of the year." He watched as Bruce turned his attention toward him, a scowl on his face at what he had said. "Oh you know it's true. I'm just surprised there's such an age gap between Allie and Milo."
"Speaking of Allie, where is she?" Dick asked. He glanced over Bruce's shoulder, hoping to see his sister pop into the room, but when he didn't see her, he let out a sad sigh. He would never admit it, but Allie was his favorite sibling - she was everyone's favorite sibling. Maybe it was the fact that she reminded them all of Diana, with her caring demeanor and bright personality, or maybe it was because she was the only female child in the manor - either way, she welcomed all the attention.
"She's upstairs helping Diana get ready," Bruce answered, as Tim walked into the room.
His black tuxedo was fitted, and although his jacket was buttoned closed, Bruce could see the red vest underneath. A red bowtie finished off his look, accompanying his perfectly styled hair and shined shoes.
"Well you look nice," Dick said with a grin. He watched as Tim took a seat in the chair next to Bruce and glanced down at himself, before he let out a shaky breath.
"Oh, he's nervous." Jason flashed Tim a smirk, before he turned back to Dick. "Does someone have some extra curricular activities planned for tonight?"
Bruce cleared his throat and shifted the baby on his lap. "Do not let Diana hear you say that," he said, before he turned to Tim, "And I know it's none of my business, but if you're planning anything, just be smart about it."
He watched as Tim began to blush, the shade of red that was now decorating his cheek nearly as bright as the vest he wore. "Bruce," he warned, trying to get him to drop the topic. Bruce didn't like to talk about personal things, and until Diana had come along, he had been content letting Tim come to him if he needed something. "Cassie and I-"
Bruce raised his hand, stopping Tim from confessing whatever he was about to. "I don't want to know, because then Diana will know. And do you really want her to know?" he asked. He watched as Tim shook his head, adamant about keeping the woman he regarded as a mother in the dark about the nature of the relationship he and Cassie shared. "Now," Bruce began. He placed Milo on the floor besides his feet, watching as the baby turned and grabbed the cushion of the loveseat Bruce sat on, pulling himself up to his feet. Bruce watched his son with a smile, watching as he bounced gently, trying to balance himself on his little legs. He had been pulling himself up on the furniture lately, teasing both Bruce and Diana with the thought that he would be taking his first steps soon.
"Bruce, Diana is Cassie's mentor. Do you really think she doesn't talk to Diana about this kind of stuff?" Dick asked.
Tim cleared his throat and shook his head. "Guys, really, can we please stop-" He quickly closed his mouth when he saw Milo turn away from Bruce and take a step towards Dick, without the assistance of the furniture surrounding him.
Everyone turned their attention to the baby. Dick opened his mouth, shocked to see his youngest brother finally walking unassisted. Jason just stared at Milo, and Tim dropped the small box containing the corsage for Cassie.
Milo took another step towards Dick, then another, clapping his hands together as he continued to giggle to himself. Milo took another step towards Dick, before his little legs decided they had had enough, and he dropped down to the floor, crawling the rest of the way to Dick. "Look at that," Dick said, scooping the baby up into his arms, "Little guy can walk!" Dick exclaimed.
"Holy sh-."
Dick nudged Jason, who only looked up to see Bruce glaring at him, stopping him from any further profanity use. "Wait, are those his first steps?" He watched as Bruce nodded before he chuckled nervously. "Diana missed his first steps. She's going to be pissed."
Bruce nodded once more, before he stood and walked over to Dick. He quickly plucked Milo out of Dick's arms and turned to the three boys. "No one says a word to Diana," he said, furrowing his eyebrows and raising a finger, letting the three know he was serious. They all nodded, knowing if Diana found out she had missed her son's first steps, she would be devastated.
Diana stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around herself, letting it soak up the water that threatened to drip down her body. She quickly grabbed another towel and wrapped it around her wet hair, tying it up atop of her head, before she stepped out of the bathroom and into her room. Her lips curled into a smile when she saw her daughter standing in doorway to the closet she shared with Bruce, her tiny hand stroking her chin as she tried to decide which dress Diana should wear to the dance - it was a decision Allie would not take lightly.
"Did you find the one?" Diana asked, walking up to the bed. She quickly took a seat on the edge, watching as the four year old nodded enthusiastically, before she disappeared into the closet. A moment later, Allie reappeared, the wine colored dress clutched tightly in her hands. She watched as her daughter lifted the dress as high as she could, chuckling when the fabric of the bottom skimmed the floor lightly; her daughter may have been tall for her age, but even she couldn't hold up the dress that was meant for the Amazon princess. "Very beautiful," Diana said in Greek, watching as her daughter nodded with a smile.
Allie squinted, deep in concentration, before she replied to her mother in Greek, "Do you think Daddy will like it?"
Diana chuckled and nodded. She was so proud of Allie. For such a young child, she was so smart, able to fluently speak both English and her mother's native language. Diana had been adamant about teaching her children the language…..all of her children; Jason had surprised everyone and had taken up the challenge to learn the language better than Tim, Dick, and even Bruce, and would sometimes have private conversations with Allie and Diana.
"He's going to love it," Diana replied. She pulled the towel off her head, releasing her damp hair, letting it cascade down her shoulders and back, as she watched Allie gently place the dress on the bed beside her mother.
"Can I do your hair?" Allie asked, switching back to English. She watched as Diana nodded, before she jumped up onto the bed, grabbed the brush off the nightstand, and turned to gently grab her mother's hair. She gently ran the brush through Diana's hair, letting her fingers gently run through the dark tresses that mirrored her own. She worked in silence, watching as her mother scrolled through her phone. They both sat in silence, as Allie continued to pull the brush through Diana's hair, just as she had seen her mother do to her many times before. Like her father, Allie was an observer. She was content sitting and watching people, wondering how things worked, and asking questions until she had all the answers. She was methodical. She was her father's child for sure.
"Mommy?" Allie asked, dropping the brush on the bed besides her feet.
"Hmm?" Diana answered, her focus still on her filled email box. She had a busy week ahead of her with League duties, among other events she was leading at Wayne Enterprises.
"Does Daddy have an affair?" the child asked, as she grabbed a handful of Diana's hair and pulled it aside.
Diana's head snapped up, and she quickly placed the phone on the bed besides her. She turned to face her daughter, her eyebrow raising when she saw the girl's eyebrows furrowed in concentration. "Where did you hear that?" she asked. She knew there were always rumors that both she and Bruce were unfaithful in their marriage, after all, she was Wonder Woman, one of the founding members of the Justice League, and he was Bruce Wayne, former playboy womanizer. But she had never expected her own child to ask such a question.
Allie shrugged, unable to comprehend the seriousness of her question. "Miss Jasmine," she began, referencing the woman who would sometimes bring Allie snacks when Bruce would bring her to the office, "Said her boyfriend was having an affair. She told Amanda he would come home late every night, trying to sneak in." Allie moved Diana's head, before she braided the piece of hair she had pulled aside, before clipping it into the rest of her hair.
"Daddy comes home late every night. I hear him sometimes. Does he have an affair?"
Diana chuckled nervously. She and Bruce had agreed to keep their children away from the Batcave, and not tell them that he was The Batman. It was already a risk having them know their mother was Wonder Woman, if they knew that their father was also a member of the Justice League, who knew what would happen; Bruce also didn't want to risk his children letting it slip that Bruce Wayne was the caped crusader who patrolled Gotham every night.
In the beginning, Diana had agreed to keep Bruce's secret. However, the older Allie got, and the more she started to question things, the more she knew they would have to tell her the truth eventually. She was a smart child, she would know how to keep a secret. Besides, after the events of last Halloween, maybe knowing her father was Batman would help Allie sleep better at night.
"Your father is not having an affair," Diana said, another chuckle escaping her lips when she realized the innocence of the question. "You don't listen to Miss Jasmine."
"Yes, Mommy," Allie replied, grabbing another handful of hair from the opposite end of Diana's head, and braiding it. "All finished!" she announced, hopping off the bed. She stood in front of Diana, tilting her head to take in her work, flashing her mother a thumbs up when she was content with what she had done.
Diana stood from the bed, taking a moment to glance in the mirror, flashing a smile when she saw the work Allie had done. It wasn't bad for a four year old, and she contemplated leaving it as it was. "Oh, it looks wonderful," Diana said, as she made her way to the dresser she shared with Bruce. She quickly opened the top drawer and reached inside, pulling out a pair of underwear, before she slipped them on under the towel. She watched as Allie flashed Diana a smile, beaming with pride, before she took off her towel, letting it fall to the floor; she was never shy about her body around Allie, after all she had been raised around hundreds of women who had all done the same thing.
Diana quickly grabbed the dress off the edge of the bed and slipped it on, letting the fabric gently cascade down her body, until it barely skimmed the floor. She glanced over her shoulder at the mirror, checking her bare back for any remaining scrapes and cuts that she had received earlier today; she found none, thank Hera.
"Now," Diana began, turning to see Allie staring at her mother, a finger on her lips as she contemplated what else was needed. "What about the shoes?"
Allie hopped down the stairs, gently bouncing with each step, until she jumped off the last step. "And where do you think you're going, jumping off the stairs like that?"
Allie turned her head, her smile growing wide when she saw Alfred walking up to her. Her smile was infectious, and she watched as Alfred, although he tried his hardest to remain stern, wanting to remind her that the stairs should be managed with caution, couldn't help but feel his lips twitch up into a grin. "I'm going to get Daddy," she said, as a matter of factly. She looked up to see Diana walking down the stairs, the smile on her face growing when Alfred turned his attention towards the Amazon, allowing her to escape to the other room.
"Ms. Diana," Alfred began, narrowing his eyes when he saw Allie bolt off towards the room she knew everyone else was in. "She certainly is a character."
Diana laughed as she stepped off the last step, finding a spot next to the butler who had become like a father to not only Bruce, but herself as well. "She certainly is."
Alfred looked at Diana, his grin growing when he realized she had been the most beautiful girl Bruce had taken to this dance in all his years; she was the most beautiful person he had taken anywhere. "And you look absolutely stunning, as always. Master Bruce certainly is one lucky man."
Diana blushed at his compliment. No matter how many times Alfred complimented her - any of the boys complimented her - she would wave it off. She knew she was beautiful, after all, she had been blessed by Aphrodite, but she was also humble. "Thank you, Alfred," she said, offering the man a smile.
Allie poked her head into the room, stopping when she saw her three older brothers seated around Milo, watching him intently, while Bruce stood to the side. She didn't know what they were doing, but she didn't care. She had come with a mission, and she was going to make sure she helped her mother surprise Bruce.
"Oh, Daddy," Allie called, her sweet voice causing all four mens' heads to snap up, a smile forming on each of their faces. "Mommy's all ready, and I'm here to show you."
Bruce chuckled as he made his way to the door. He quickly tried to open it to step out of the room, but Allie held it, not letting him out. "Na uh, you have to close your eyes," she stated. "It's a surprise," she said, her voice lowering into a whisper.
Bruce let out a sigh and nodded, before he closed his eyes. He felt Allie grab his hand and lead him out of the room, before he opened an eye slightly, not wanting to run into anything. Allie quickly led him to the stairs, forcing him to stop, before she exclaimed, "You can open your eyes now, Daddy." She watched as Bruce opened his eyes, giving her a grin, before his sights set on his wife. "Ta-da!"
Bruce's grin faltered as he continued to stare at Diana. She was beautiful - but that didn't seem like nearly enough. She was beautiful every single day, but today, tonight in that dress….he was sure he had had a heart attack and had gone to heaven.
The wine colored dress Diana wore was loose, and flowed down to the floor. The halter top of the dress looped around Diana's neck, allowing the back to showcase her smooth and flawless back and sharp shoulder blades, and the plunging neckline was enough for Bruce's heart to speed up, but not so much that they would get kicked out of the dance. Although if that didn't force a few of the teenage boys to ditch their dates and fawn over his wife all night, the thigh high slit on the side of the dress certainly would. "Daddy, doesn't she look beautiful?"
Bruce was brought back from his, mostly wholesome, thoughts, before his attention turned to his daughter. "She sure does," was all he said, before he reached out and grabbed Diana's hand, placing a kiss on the back of it, forcing his wife to let out a chuckle. Without another thought, Bruce pulled her into his arms, letting one arm wrap around her waist, while the other gently cradled her head, before he kissed her lips softly. "Absolutely beautiful," he reiterated, watching as his wife smiled, the effect reaching those beautiful blue eyes he loved so much.
"Hot mama!"
Diana looked over Bruce's shoulder and smirked as Tim, Dick, and Jason came into the room, the latter having been the one to speak while holding Milo.
"Allie," Dick began, addressing the younger girl that now stood in front of him, "You did this?" He watched as Allie nodded, her chest puffing with pride, before he offered her a fist. "Props, girl."
Allie pounded Dick's fist with her own, before her eyes wandered over to Tim. "Timmy," she began, calling him by the nickname that was only reserved for her, "You look pretty too!"
Tim twirled around, a smirk on his face. "I do, don't I?" he asked, causing Allie to cover her mouth and snicker. It was the perfect cover for what Bruce had decided to do.
Jason, who had remained, looked up to see Bruce nod slightly, before he placed Milo on the floor, holding him up for a few seconds, before letting the baby release his hands. Both he, Tim, and Dick gasped; it had been something they had practiced, although they would all deny it if asked. "No way," Jason said, watching as Milo took a step towards Diana.
Milo took another step towards his mother, who only watched with wide eyes. She carefully bent down and opened her arms, watching as Milo giggled and took another step towards her, before she enveloped him in her arms and lifted him up.
"Would you look at that," Bruce began, trying to feign the surprise he should have felt at his son's "first steps", "Little man can walk."
Diana held in a squeal as she kissed her son's chubby cheek. "My, you're just full of surprises." She turned to ask Bruce something, stopping when the doorbell rang.
"I got it," Tim exclaimed, before he rushed to the front door. He quickly grabbed the handle and let out a deep breath, before he opened the door, his mouth dropping when he saw his date on the other end. "Wow," was all he was able to say, as he moved aside, letting Cassie into the manor. She was greeted with the same enthusiasm by every member of the family, each staring at her, not used to seeing the teenager out of her Wonder Girl attire.
Tim closed the door, before he turned to face his family, watching as they all continued to stare at his girlfriend. He gently placed his hand on the small of her back, unable to help the grin when his fingers rubbed against the fabric of her dress. It was bright red, and fit her body like a glove. The strapless dress stopped just above her knees, allowing everyone to see her long, toned legs, down to the silver heels that were strapped around her ankles. Unlike Diana, she had decided to forgo her bracers, instead choosing to leave only her silver star shaped earrings. Her hair, which was normally down and around her shoulders, was swept up into an intricate bun, with a few braids woven along the sides.
"Cassie," Allie said, her eyes wide with shock at how beautiful the young hero looked. "You look so pretty!" She turned to her parents, carefully glancing over the duo, before she moved her sights back to Tim and Cassie. "Everyone looks so beautiful!"
Cassie let out a giggle, her eyes momentarily widening when Tim kissed her cheek, unable to help himself. "We do clean up nicely," she said, ignoring Tim as he snaked a hand around her waist.
"I have this for you," he said quietly, opening the box and pulling out the corsage. He quickly pulled it onto her wrist, trying to ignore the smirks and winks Jason and Dick were throwing his way, before he turned to face Diana and Bruce. He shifted uncomfortably when he saw Bruce narrow his eyes, warning him to be careful tonight, and any other night they would decide to be intimate. They were still teenagers, but they were both still part of The Team. Bruce didn't want their teenage hormones to ruin a good dynamic; he also knew Diana would not be afraid to scold Tim if he hurt Cassie, even if he was her son.
"Master Timothy," Alfred began, "If you and Ms. Cassandra are ready to go, I will be happy to escort you both to the dance."
Tim nodded, whispered a quick "Thank you," to Alfred, and placed his hand gently on Cassie's back, before he led her back out the front door, away from the prying eyes of his family. When he was sure they were alone, he turned to Cassie and offered her a wide smile. "You do look beautiful, by the way," he said, leaning forward to place a kiss on her lips.
He gently pulled back, watching as Cassie's smile grew, before she gave him a small nod. "Thank you," she whispered. She let her hand gently fall on his shoulder as she eyed his attire. "Who knew you could clean up so well," she replied with a smirk, flashing him a wink. "But I think we should get going. We both know Dick, Jason, and Allie are all listening to the other end of the door."
Tim nodded, chuckling at her statement, before he turned to lead her to the awaiting car. "After you," he said. He watched as Cassie took a step towards Alfred and the car, before he slammed the heel of his foot into the door, a grin forming on his face when he heard the shouts of his siblings from the other end of the large door, knowing they were all rubbing their sore ears.
Seems like a good way to end the first part.