The blaring sound of his alarm made Bruce cringe as his eyes peeled open and he reached to turn off the intrusive sound. He let out a deep sigh and felt the tell-tale pressure of Diana burrowed into the crook of his arm. Her hair in the morning was absolutely disheveled and it only made her look even more beautiful to him. She was real.
Another lump under the sheets told Bruce that one of the kids had snuck into the bed he and Diana shared. Lifting the sheets from his resting wife, he cane face to face with the culprit.
"Morning Tim." Bruce smiled sleepily at the latest addition to the Wayne-Prince family.
"Hi." Tim whispered back. He had found a comfortable spot laying his head in the dip between Diana's hips and her ribs, while holding on to one of her legs as if it were his stuffed animal. One of Diana's hands rested lazily on Tim's shoulder, holding him close to her.
I couldn't help but smirk at the sight. If someone had told me I would have adopted four kids and have a drop dead gorgeous and amazing, intelligent wife as Diana one day, I'd have committed them to Arkham. Yet here I was.
"It's almost time to get ready for school, yeah?"
Tim nodded his response.
"I'll drop you off today. How about that?"
I received a much more excited nod from Tim this time. He had divulged to Diana and I last night that he was being bullied on the bus ride to school. Kids were telling him we were not his "real" parents and that therefore we couldn't live him. Of course, Diana had thoroughly reassured him otherwise, but that was something almost all our kids had had to deal with at some point unfortunately.
"Alright. Let's get ready to go." I stretched my arms above my head and let out a groan as my muscles began to wake. I placed a warm kiss on Diana's temple, then rode out of bed. Diana didn't have to be into the museum until 10, whereas the kids and I started our days promptly at 8.
I slowly sat up and got out of bed, heading for the bathroom. I heard little footsteps behind me. As I grabbed my toothbrush, I noticed Tim looking at me expectantly.
"Hold on." I told him. I traveled down the hallway to the boys bathroom, where I found Dick and Jason already brushing their teeth. I could tell they were surprised to see me in their room.
"Morning boys." I pointed to an orange toothbrush on the counter. "This Tim's?" Dick and Jason simply nodded at me. I grabbed the toothbrush, and as I left the room I turned back over my shoulder and added, "By the way, I'm driving you all to school today. Tell Cassie when you see her."
"Alright!" Jason shouted, as a glob of toothpaste shot out of his mouth and onto Dick's shirt.
"Aww man Jay really?" Dick yelled at his brother.
I held in a chuckle as I returned to my own bathroom, ignoring the boys shouting behind me.
When I returned, Tim was staring into the mirror, pulling down his eyelids, making a face. When he saw me in the reflection, he straightened his posture and laughed, embarrassed.
"Here you go." I pretended not to have seen the funny face he had made. Tim grabbed the toothbrush from me and wet the bristles, waiting for me to do the same.
I put toothpaste on both our brushes and we brushed our teeth together in silence, Tim nearly nodding off to sleep again. I ruffled his hair to keep him awake and from falling head first I to the sink.
I spit what remained of the toothpaste into the sink then proceeded to wash my face and reach for my razor.
Tim watched as if in awe as I covered the lower half of my face with shaving cream.
"You're gonna have to do this one day too." I explained.
"Why do you do that?" Tim asked after he spit out his own toothpaste.
"Well, to get rid of the hair on my face." I explained.
"Why?"
"Well, to look professional I guess."
"Why?"
"For work."
That answer seemed to quell his curiosity. As I put the razor down, he began to reach for it. "Whoa! What are you doing?" I reprimanded.
"I wanna look professional, too."
"You don't have any hair in your face yet, bud."
Tim looked at his reflection and felt his chin. "Oh." He conceded.
"One day when you do, I'll teach you how to shave. Like Alfred taught me."
"Cool." Tim's eyes lit up.
I smiled at him. "I'm gonna go get dressed, why don't you wash up?"
"Okay."
Just as I was about to leave, I decided to take the razor with me. I didn't want any accidents today.
I returned ten minutes later in my usual black suit with a white button up collared shirt and a tie Dick had bought me for my birthday that was grey and had little black bats flying on it. Tim was just finishing washing his face.
He looked at me, and his eyes looked as if he was thinking hard. "I'll get dressed now!" He exclaimed excitedly and dashed out the door.
He returned five minutes later in a suit that looked like a mini-version of mine that Diana had bought him for galas.
"Uhh..." I didn't know how to tell a nine year old that a suit wasn't exactly proper school wear. "You look great!" I decided if he wanted to look like a Wayne, why not? It may get those mean kids off his back.
I grabbed my hair gel from its place on the bathroom shelf and explained to Tim, "Final touch." I squirted a dollop in my hand and a smaller one in his, and showed him how to slick back his hair. He almost had it, but I had to smooth down a straggler hair on top of his head.
"Looking good!" I smirked.
"Feeling good!" He smirked back at me and gave a thumbs up.
"Well, would you look at my handsome boys!" Diana appeared at the doorway, smiling wide.
"I look professional!" Tim exclaimed excitedly.
"Very professional!" Diana laughed and kissed Tim on the cheek. "Your siblings are waiting to have breakfast with you, if that's professional enough?"
Tim looked at me for affirmation. I winked and nodded at him.
"Yes!" Tim nearly burst out of the room, following the smell of bacon.
Diana turned her attention to me. "Do I want to know how this started?"
"Honestly, I am not sure myself." I laughed, grabbing her hand and pulling her close to me.
She reached up to cup my chin in her hands. "Smooth. I like." She leaned in closer to place a kiss on my cheek.
I smirked as I placed a trail of kisses from her lower ear lobe down to the base of her neck. She trailed her hands so they were now resting in my chest, and lifted my chin so that our lips almost met.
"Hey Da... Oh jeez!"
Diana and I turned to see Dick and Jason in the doorway, turning bright red. We separated from each other and turned to face them.
"Umm, you still taking us to school?" Dick continued.
"Or did you need more time to make out?" Jason added, teasingly.
I merely rolled my eyes. "Yeah yeah, go get in the Tesla."
"Awww. I wanted to take the batmobile!" Jason muttered.
"And how exactly would you explain that to your classmates?" Diana laughed, taking Jason's face in her hands.
"Our parents are friends with Batman?" Jason offered.
Diana simply raised an eyebrow. That was enough to get Jason and Dick running for the car.
Diana turned her attention back to me, "You're taking them to school?"
"It's on the way to work."
"Uh-uh. Don't even try to lie to me Bruce Wayne. You don't want Tim on the bus."
I kissed her on the cheek as I passed her in the doorway. "Yeah well. Tim doesn't need to hear that bullshit from those assholes."
"Mmhmm. Keep trying to cover up your paternal instinct with gruff excuses. I see right through you."
I smirked and began heading for the car, before throwing over my shoulder, "Love you."
I could almost hear Diana's trademark eye roll even as my back was turned. "Love you too, asshole."
