Terry McGinnis stood in the doorway of his bedroom, staring dumbfounded at the sight before him.
Bruce Wayne was sitting on the floor of the bedroom, looking through a pile of photographs and laughing.
Honest to god, laughing.
Not sure what to do, or even to say he just stared, enjoying the sight. Since moving in with Bruce almost eight months ago, he'd just begun to get used to seeing Bruce contented every minute of every day.
Terry felt very happy to know it was him that made Bruce this comfortable again, even if it was weird to see. He'd been standing in the doorway a full two minutes before Bruce noticed him and instantly stopped, coughing and pretending he hadn't been guffawing loudly moments before.
"McGinnis. I assumed you were out on patrol."
"I'm back."
Bruce refused to meet his gaze, blushing and making Terry love him more. He reached up to grab the bed to stand and Terry ran to his side, helping despite Bruce's annoyed grumblings under his breath.
"I'm perfectly capable."
"I know."
"I'm not some goddamn invalid and…"
Terry leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I know, Bruce."
Bruce sighed and pushed him off when they stood and took his cane that was leaning against the bed frame.
"I talked to Selina. That experimental program is working really well and she said that the doctor's are convinced that something else is what helped her."
"Oh?" Bruce said, walking ahead of him out of the bedroom and towards the stairs.
"Yeah. Speaking of something else…"
Bruce stopped at the bottom of the stairs, staring at him. "Yes?"
"I saw Superman tonight. In Gotham. He…told me he needs to talk to you and that he…"
"…will be coming soon," someone finished for him, surprising Terry comically and Bruce looking barely phased.
Superman stood in the doorway to the cave, smiling and looking all the part the world's greatest superhero. "Hello Kal," Bruce countered, looking annoyed.
"Bruce. Terry."
Bruce turned to Terry and said cryptically, "Terry, leave us for a moment."
"But…"
Bruce looked at him, his eyes narrowed and looking a little angry. Terry glared back and stomped past them down the stairs of the cave, closing the entrance behind him.
Bruce walked towards the living room and sat in an armchair, not bothering to wait for Clark Kent.
Clark Kent, or Kal, as he called himself these days, leaned against the fireplace mantle.
"Does he know?"
"No."
Kal watched Bruce oddly, as if reaffirming something.
"Does Dick?"
"No."
"Just me."
Bruce smiled. "Yes. Does that make you happy, Clark?"
Clark smiled. "Somewhat. I didn't think we were still all that close, Bruce. Something like this…"
"This…is necessary to Terry's future happiness."
Clark looked unconvinced. "You're so sure about that?"
Bruce ran a hand through his hair and sighed, closing his eyes. "Yes."
The two older men were silent for what seemed like forever when Clark finally said, "I hope it works."
Bruce smiled. "Whatever doesn't kill you only makes you stronger."
"It's words such as that which do not inspire me with confidence."
Bruce stood, leaving his cane leaning against the chair and walking towards Clark. "It worked for Arthur. It worked for Ollie."
"That doesn't mean it will work for you. Arthur's part fish and Ollie's…Ollie is Ollie."
Bruce smiled. "And I'm Bruce Wayne. I defy you to find one cell in my body that won't relish the thought."
Clark laughed. "You just better hope Terry loves you for your mind."
Bruce leaned against the mantle and closed his eyes.
"I know he loves me. That's all the matters."
