A/N In case you missed it, I added a few paragraphs to Ch. 20 from Bruce's POV regarding his growing feelings for Bane. It's not essential to go back and reread that chapter, but in case you want to, now you know.
Chapter 22
Deadshot looked at the clock on the wall for the thousandth time and sighed loudly. Harley, still in the Batgirl suit, looked over at him as he sat beside her on the uncomfortable waiting room chairs.
"You don't have to stay with me," she said to him kindly. "I don't mind waitin' by myself for the surgeons to finish."
"Honey, you know damn well I ain't gonna leave you with your back uncovered," Floyd said mildly, reaching his hand out to rub her cowl-covered head affectionately before draping his arm over her shoulders and tugging her into a hug as he stretched his long legs out.
"I just wish they'd hurry up," he grumbled. "We've been here the whole damn night."
"Well, they have to reattach his hand to his wrist," Harley pointed out as she leaned her head into his shoulder. "I don't know nothin' about surgery, but that seems pretty complicated to me." Floyd snorted.
"I still say you shoulda left it off," he pouted. "He coulda got himself a hook. He'd have been all right."
"Floyd," Harley said in exasperation.
"It was his left hand," Floyd persisted. Harley rolled her eyes. "You have to admit, having Croc bite his hand off was a good plan, though," Floyd said with a twinkle in his eye.
"It was a great plan," Harley grinned. "Although I don't think Croc is gonna agree with us on that."
"He did his part, though," Floyd said. "Shit, when he chomped on Fugit's arm, I about died laughing. I wish we got that on video," he said and Harley giggled.
"It was pretty funny," she said. "Terrible," she added more seriously. "A terrible necessity. But funny as hell," she said, dissolving into giggles again. "Ooh," she said, perking up suddenly. "Maybe the Batkid can find a video feed that caught it. Like on a street camera or something," she said. "I'd love to send that to Jay. I'll ask him," she said, pulling her phone out to text Tim.
"So tell me about this hubby of yours," Floyd said as she typed. "Dude seems like a badass," he grinned. "Hard to believe he's related to the Bat," he added.
"I know, right?" Harley said, smiling. "And he's so great, Floyd. We get along so well," she said.
"How come?" Deadshot asked her, sounding genuinely curious.
"Well," Harley said thoughtfully as she put her phone back into the conveniently sized compartment on her Batbelt, "he's really smart. He loves to read. And I do, too," she said. "So we connect over that. And he's so domestic, Floyd. I love it. He cooks and cleans," she giggled.
"But it's because he never got to have a nice quiet life like that. And I didn't either, really, except for a few years after college when I was working at Arkham before everything went down with… you know," she muttered, and Floyd grunted an agreement.
"So we're both kind of homebodies, you know?" Harley said. "But we've got our messed up backstories and vigilante shit to connect over, too."
"That's nice," Floyd said sincerely and, maybe, a tad wistfully.
"You need to go see your baby mama and your little girl today," Harley said to him, suspecting where his thoughts were.
"Aw, no, honey, that can wait," Floyd said instantly. "I told you I'd work this week -" but Harley nudged his side with her elbow.
"Take tonight off," she insisted. "As long as you're back for our special project on Monday morning, we'll be fine. I got the other three, ok? You need to see your baby. And your woman," Harley said. Floyd sighed.
"I don't know if she's my woman or not," he said, sounding a little defeated. "I mean," he said, "Gabi's been amazing sending all the photos and letters the last few years," he said. "But they're mostly about Kiara. She ain't never said if she was dating anybody or not."
"So go find out," Harley said, looking up at him and seeing the pain etched on his face. Floyd looked down at her.
"I don't even know if we got anything in common like you and the Hood do," he admitted. "I mean, besides the fact that I like to drink and she's a bartender," he said with a wry smile.
"You have Kiara," Harley said. "Maybe that's enough, Floyd. You guys liked each other well enough to hook up more than once way back when."
"Yeah," Floyd said, his eyes losing focus but his lips curling up into a more genuine smile as he thought back to meeting Gabrielle in a run-down Star City bar. "I mean, yeah, I liked her a lot. And I would've gone back to see if we could make it work when she told me she was pregnant if I hadn'ta got myself arrested like a little punk."
"Nightwing's kind of a vindictive bitch," Harley said comfortingly, patting Floyd's leg. "And we all have days when shit goes sideways. If it hadn't happened in Bludhaven you'd have been all right."
"Yeah," Floyd muttered with a sigh. "Maybe it was worth it now that I got pardoned, though," he said after a minute. "For my baby girl. You know?" he said to Harley. "Now I can at least be in her life even if Gabi's moved on. And Kiara's young enough she won't hate me yet for not being there."
"That's right," Harley said consolingly. "After we get done here, you should go on down to the bus station and head over there. Ok?" she said and despite the anxious tension in his stomach, Floyd nodded.
Back in the Batcave, Bruce had tucked the kids into bed hours ago, but he was sitting up scrolling through files on the Batcomputer as he passed the time waiting for Harley to return. God only knew how long she would be. Gotham General had a never-ending stream of emergency patients thanks to all the muggings in town and it had taken Steph half the night to get her ankle set when Bane had broken it. To reattach a hand… he sighed.
Because, try as he might, Bruce's mind was not really focused on his research. All he could think about was his fight with Bane. His own harsh words kept running through his head, attacking his happy memories of how close he'd felt to Bane the night before he left, during game night. When he'd started to feel a flutter of something unexpected but surprisingly not unwelcome. And now, all Bruce could hear was Bane's distress as he had treated him like utter shit on their unfortunate phone call.
I could have at least let him explain, Bruce thought guiltily. Or get an apology out. Bane was wrong, but… But, Bruce felt awful.
I can't leave things like this for a week, Bruce thought to himself. He picked his phone up. His fingers were hovering over the keys to text, but he hesitated. Was he too much of a coward to call? It was the wee hours of the morning, sure, but Bane and Jason were supposed to be trading off sleeping and driving so there was a fifty-fifty chance that Bane was awake.
Bruce took a deep breath, steeled his courage, and pressed the call button. The phone rang a few times and Bruce was about to chicken out and hang up before it went to voicemail when Bane suddenly answered.
"Bruce?" he heard his friend say hesitantly.
"Hi," Bruce said softly.
"Is everything all right?" Bane asked him with some concern. "Harley, the children? Did something happen?"
"No, everyone's fine," Bruce said quickly. He paused. "Except me," he sighed. "I was such an ass to you and I feel like shit about it," he said.
"Bruce," Bane said with some wonder in his voice. "I am the one who should apologize, my friend," he said with true regret. "I should not have hid the truth from you."
"No, you shouldn't have," Bruce said. "But I didn't have to go all Batman on you about it," he admitted and Bane's soft chuckle brought an answering relieved smile to Bruce's lips.
"Yes, I seem to recall you passing the Batman mantle onto me," Bane teased him. "Although I have yet to master that level of ferocious verbal intimidation that you possess."
"I'm sorry," Bruce said immediately, rubbing his hand through his hair. "I was angry, and hurt…"
"I know," Bane said quietly. "I am sorry, too, my friend, for causing you such hurt."
"I know," Bruce said back. He pulled Bane's NewFriendHopefullyForever bracelet out of his pants pocket and began fiddling with it. "Why didn't you tell me you were going to kill Harley's stepdad?" he asked, even though he suspected that he might already know the answer. There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line.
"I suppose," Bane said slowly, "that I was afraid of your reaction."
"That I would be angry?" Bruce asked him. "Or fire you?"
"No," Bane said. "Not that. Not truly. I was afraid… that you would think less of me," he finished with a slight tremor in his voice that hit Bruce like a punch to the gut.
"You care what I think of you?" Bruce asked him as a ridiculously giddy smile started to dance about on his lips. Bane huffed out some air in a self-deprecating chuckle.
"I do," he said, and Bruce hoped that the fondness and longing that he heard in Bane's voice wasn't a product of his own imaginative desires.
"Mm," Bruce grunted, still smiling to himself. "Well. What I think about you is that I miss you like hell and I can't stand fighting with you." He heard Bane's sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line.
"I am… pleased to hear that," Bane said in a slightly shaky voice, relief mingling with surprised happiness. Bruce clutched his friendship bracelet tightly in his hand.
"Hurry up and come home," he said affectionately.
"I am stepping harder on the gas pedal now," Bane said with a little laugh.
Bruce laughed, too, but he said, "Don't get pulled over. Billionaire Bruce Wayne does not need his dead son and Bane calling him for bail money."
"I imagine that would be quite the challenge to explain to the press," Bane said playfully.
"Be safe," Bruce told him more seriously.
"We will," Bane answered. "And… I miss you, too, Bruce."
"Good," Bruce grunted, but his eyes were shining as he said it.
It was hours later before an exhausted Harley came zooming into the BatCave on the BatCycle, her yellow cape fluttering sharply behind her. As she screeched to a stop, Bruce got up to go greet her.
"Bruce!" Harley said in surprise as she got off of the motorcycle and saw him walking over from the BatComputer. "You waited up for me? I was only at the hospital and Floyd was with me."
"Of course I waited up for you," Bruce said gruffly. "You're my daughter and my Batgirl," he said, and Harley's breath caught in her throat as an unfamiliar emotion filled her heart. Because when had Harley ever had a parent who gave a shit about her? Maybe Bruce was a little bit better of a dad than Harley had given him credit for. She sniffed as some tears snuck up on her and she quickly stepped forward to hide them in Bruce's shoulder while she gave him a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her back.
"How did everything go with Tempus?" he asked her after a minute when she finally stepped back with a fragile and slightly shy smile.
"Pretty good," she said, rubbing her nose on Batgirl's sleeve. "They got the hand back on, finally. And they think the operation went ok. But he's gonna need some time for it to heal before they even let him try to move it and then he'll need a ton of PT. But he's got a good chance of regaining full use, they said."
"That's good," Bruce said sincerely and she nodded.
"Yeah, I'm relieved," she said. "I hated we had to go that route, but hey, it worked," she smiled. Bruce shook his head.
"Your Suicide Squad nearly gave me a stroke," he said. "That's how you always operate?"
"Pretty much," Harley said with a grin. "We ain't heroes, Brucie. Villains do things a little differently."
"So I saw," Bruce grumbled, but his eyes were still soft and affectionate as he said it. "I called Bane," he said as he walked her back towards the computer. "We worked things out."
"Bruce!" Harley said with pleasure. "That's fantastic! I'm so proud of you," she said, smiling up at him. He smiled a little self-consciously.
"Me, too," he said quietly. "I couldn't leave things how they were."
"I notice you're wearing your bracelet again," Harley teased and Bruce's cheeks actually reddened the tiniest bit, but he just grunted. With a tiny upturn at the corner of his mouth.
The bus from Gotham to Star City rolled in about four p.m. and twenty minutes later, Floyd Lawton was standing nervously in front of the apartment that was listed as the return address on the latest letter from Gabrielle. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. He heard footsteps and saw an eye peer out at him from the peephole before the locks started to turn.
"Floyd!" Gabi said in shock as she opened the door and stared at him, eyes wide and jaw hanging slightly open. "Come in, come in," she said quickly, pulling him inside and shutting the door behind him. "Did you escape?" she asked him nervously as she turned the locks as fast as she could and put the chain back on the door.
"I got pardoned," Floyd said, pulling the crumpled print-out of the official notice out of his jacket pocket and handing it to her as he tried to swallow down all the emotions that he was feeling. Gabi looked good. She still had the sexiness that had first drawn him to her, and Floyd felt his cock stir because Arkham had been a long dry spell. But it was more than her sex appeal drawing him in, now. She'd had his baby and that made her look like a damn angel in his eyes.
He hadn't been there to see her belly swell or to hold her hand while she was in labor and he felt the full force of his regret as well as his admiration and appreciation for her as she looked over his pardon in stunned silence.
"Wow," she finally said quietly, handing the paper back to him. Her big brown eyes looked up at him, blinking rapidly. "I, um, I don't even know what to say," she said.
"I'm getting paid now," Floyd told her, "for some merc work I've been doing for the government. I just got a ton of back pay so I can take care of you and Kiara, now," he said, "and I got health insurance, too. I put Kiara on it and I can buy you some Obamacare if you need it," he said, looking into her eyes that were starting to fill up with some tears. Gabi cleared her throat.
"That's amazing," she said quietly. "Thank you, Floyd. Things have been rough," she said, looking away. "I mean, we're getting by. But…"
"I should have been here," Floyd said in frustration. "Fuck, I'm so sorry I wasn't, Gab. How's Kiara?" he asked her, looking around the small but tidy apartment and not seeing his baby.
"She's napping," Gabi said with a little smile, glancing back at him. "She'll be up soon."
"I loved all the pictures you sent," Floyd said with tenderness creeping into his smile. "They kept me going, Gab," he said, and his voice came out thicker with emotion than he intended. Gabi gave him a little nod, her eyes looking suspiciously wet, too.
"Your hair looks pretty," Floyd said to her, eyeing her multitude of tiny long braids appreciatively, which were a change from the last time he'd seen her when her hair had been in short curls.
"Don't touch it," Gabi laughingly warned him and he held his hands up in defense.
"I remember," he said with a grin. "What is that, a weave?"
"Very good, white boy," Gabi teased him.
"Are you seeing anybody?" Floyd burst out, not able to hold back the question any longer that had been eating him up during the hours long ride on the smelly and crowded bus from Gotham. Gabi's eyes shot up to his.
"No," she murmured softly, causing Floyd's heart to lurch with hope. "No, um, I ended up with a baby the last time, so…" she looked down for a minute. "I wanted to focus on me and her for a couple of years while I figured things out," she said.
"You think you might want to start seeing me again?" Floyd asked her with heated eyes as he slowly closed the space between them and reached a hand out to caress her waist. Gabi looked back up into his eyes.
"I really like you," he said, gently bringing his other hand up to her waist when she didn't back away. "And we've got Kiara," he said, leaning forward to brush a soft kiss against her jaw as she closed her eyes. "We could be a family," he cajoled her, moving his lips to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. His heart did a happy flip when he felt Gabi smile.
"We could try," she said, sliding her hands up his chest to frame his face as she met his eyes. "We barely know each other, though," she said and Floyd sighed.
"I know, honey," he said with regret. "But we can change that." The open look on her face and soft smile on her lips was all the encouragement that Floyd needed to press a tender kiss into her mouth, and as his hands slid to her back to hold her closer, Gabi's hands reached around to hang onto his neck as they deepened the kiss.
Their previous hook-ups had been defined by flirtatious banter and a scorching attraction to each other and, as such, had been intensely, sexually, passionate. But this time, the couple's kiss was sweeter and even tentative as they gently re-explored each other's mouth and tried to work out who they now were to each other.
Still, not more than a minute passed before the three years of longing that Floyd had felt for Gabi broke through and he was kissing her like a thirsty man in the desert. Gabi was returning his kisses with equal fervor, her hands clinging tighter to him and her fingers running through his hair. She moaned happily as his hands slid down to cup her curvy ass and she pulled her lips off of his to nuzzle them into his neck.
"I missed you," she said and Floyd thought that his heart would burst right out of his chest.
"It killed me every day to not be here," he said to her. "God, Gabi, I wanted so bad to be with you. Not just for Kiara," he said. "I wanted you," he said, turning his face to kiss her temple and a happy whimper escaped her throat as she pressed herself tighter into his chest.
"We can make it work, right?" Floyd asked her as he cuddled her closer.
"Yeah," Gabi murmured into his stubbled cheek. "We'll figure it out." She laughed softly. "It's not like any other man will touch me, anyway, once they hear I'm Deadshot's baby mama," she teased.
"Damn straight," Deadshot replied with a proud smirk. "You and Kiara are gonna be the two safest girls in Star City."
"I pity her when she's old enough to date," Gabi said.
"I pity the boys," Floyd growled.
"Or girls," Gabi said. Floyd paused.
"Is it really awful if I'd be more angry about her having sex with boys than with girls?" he asked. "Boys are filthy animals."
"Girls can be, too," Gabi protested. "Or did you forget who exactly you knocked up?" she said with a twinkle in her eye. Floyd grinned.
"Remind me," he said with a wicked smile before leaning in to nip at her ear. Gabi gave a quiet yelp and would have attacked him back, but soft cries from the bedroom interrupted them. Floyd froze instantly.
"Can I see her?" he asked with eager excitement and Gabi's smile lit the room up.
"Come on, daddy," she said, disentangling herself from his arms only to grab his hand and pull him along with her into the apartment's single bedroom. Floyd held his breath as they entered the dim room lit only by the afternoon sun attempting to beat its way through the closed shade. Gabi moved to turn on a small penguin-shaped lamp next to the crib instead of the bright overhead light and Floyd's heart melted as he saw his daughter in person for the first time.
"Hey, baby girl," Gabi was crooning to Kiara, who was standing up holding onto the side of the crib. Her tears had reduced to sniffles as soon as Gabi entered the room but Floyd's tears had started to flow profusely as he gulped and came slowly forward.
"Mama!" Kiara said, reaching her little arms up towards her to be picked up.
"Guess who's here?" Gabi said to her as she scooped her up and snuggled her into her side. "This is your daddy, baby girl." Kiara was looking at Floyd curiously from the safety of Gabi's arms.
"We kiss a picture of you good-night every bedtime," Gabi told him. "And we pray for God to bless Daddy, too, don't we, baby girl?" she asked Kiara, who nodded with her fingers in her mouth. Floyd closed his eyes briefly as gratitude to his generous baby mama flowed through him.
"Hi, baby girl," he managed to choke out a second later as he reached a finger towards his daughter. "Look at you," he breathed in wonder. "You're so adorable," he said as he gently stroked the back of her teeny little hand with the tip of his finger, not wanting to initiate too much contact and scare her.
"Daddy make pictures?" Kiara asked. Floyd caught his breath. Gabi smiled over at him.
"She loves the pictures you always draw her with your letters. She colors them and we keep them together in a folder. Here, let's show Daddy, ok, baby?" And with that, Gabi handed Kiara off to Floyd who looked terrified but amazed at he nervously gripped his baby in his hands.
"How do I, how do I hold her?" he asked in a panic. "I don't want to drop her," he said.
"She's ok," Gabi said. "She's two, she can hold her head up on her own. You won't break her," she said, pushing Kiara a little more into Floyd's side and helping him scootch his arm under her butt to hold her up. Kiara was not crying but Floyd was as he smiled into her chubby little face.
"Why Daddy crying?" Kiara asked her mommy. "Why you sad, Daddy?"
"I missed you," Floyd said, bending to press a kiss into her curly black hair and breathing in her sweet baby smell. "I missed you and your mommy so much," he added, feeling hardly able to breathe with the joy that was overwhelming him.
"Come sit on the couch," Gabi said, pushing him back towards the living room. "I'll get her pictures out." As Floyd sat down and cuddled his baby girl, who seemed fascinated with his facial hair and was busy patting his mustache, Gabi pulled out a folder full of wrinkled sheets of notebook paper that was all that Floyd had had to write and draw on in Arkham.
He had filled a page up with line drawings of animals in each letter he'd sent to his girls and he smiled to see that Kiara had enthusiastically scribbled each of them with crayon.
"Those are beautiful," he said to her as Gabi sat next to him and held up the different pictures. "You did a good job on them, baby girl," he said to her. "You gonna be an artist, maybe, when you grow up?" he asked her.
"I gon' be Elmo," she announced. "Or his goldfishie. Maybe his fishie. So I can live in the bathtub."
"That is excellent logic," Floyd chuckled. "You like taking baths?" he asked her and she nodded and Gabi laughed.
"She loves to play in the tub," she said. "But you can't ever leave her alone in there; little kids can drown in seconds," she said.
"Ok," Floyd said, looking over at her. "You're gonna have to teach me everything, baby," he said to Gabi, the endearment slipping out, but the warmth in Gabi's eyes said that she didn't mind.
"Are you… do you want to move in?" she asked him hesitantly. "We don't got much room here, but we could move the crib into the living room," she said.
"I'd love to move in," Floyd said, letting go of Kiara with his left hand so he could reach his arm up and over Gabi's shoulders. "But we can get a bigger apartment if you want," he said. "I have suddenly become a wealthy man."
"Well, maybe just a two-bedroom," Gabi said. "Nothing fancy. Don't want that money running out too fast."
"Whatever you want," Floyd said, tracing her arm with his fingers. "I have a gig in Gotham for the rest of the week, gotta head back over there tomorrow afternoon. But then I'm off until the next government gig comes up."
"Ok," Gabi said. "I've gotta tend bar tonight," she said. "I guess… you can come if you want?" she told him. "Kiara sleeps over at my neighbor's the nights I work until I get home." Floyd grunted.
"They're all right people?" he asked and Gabi gave him a look.
"Do you think I would leave my baby girl with someone who wasn't?" she asked him pointedly. "Marissa is a single mom like me. She's got two kids and yes, she's fine. I watch her kids during the week when she works and she watches Kiara the nights I work. It's the only way we can both hold down a job. Goddamn cost of childcare," she muttered. "Thank God I work a night shift," she added.
"Are you still in school?" Floyd asked her, remembering that Gabi had been a part-time student when he met her, tending bar to pay her way through. She sighed and shook her head.
"I had to drop out," she said and Floyd groaned as Kiara wiggled her legs to get down and play.
"I'm sorry, honey," he said as Kiara went wandering over to her toy cars. "Shit."
"Hey," Gabi said to him. "Having her was my choice, ok? I knew you'd be in Arkham and I knew I'd have to make sacrifices." Floyd still looked guilty.
"You can go back to college now," he said, squeezing her shoulders. "I have plenty to pay for it. And I can watch the kids," he said. "When I'm not working. And we can pay a baby-sitter the weeks I get called up." Gabi's face softened and she leaned up and gave him a kiss.
"I'll think about it," she said. "Maybe only a class at a time. It's freakin' exhausting being a mom," she said and Floyd kissed her.
"I bet it is," he said. "And you've done a damn good job at it, Gabs. She's perfect." Gabi laughed.
"Wait til she's screaming at three in the afternoon and won't go down for her nap and then tell me that," she said. "But yeah. She's my everything," she said, her eyes full of love as they looked across the room at their daughter who was calmly having a T-rex flip her cars off the road.
"She's my everything, too," Floyd said honestly. "And I'm gonna stay out of trouble from now on," he promised. "Well…" he amended. "I might still take some solo jobs," he admitted, "but, I'll be a hell of a lot more careful," he said.
"Floyd…" Gabi said with a little growl.
"Harley's gonna approve all my contracts," Floyd said, giving her a pleading look. "I won't ki- um, take on anybody who doesn't have it coming," he said, carefully editing his speech for his daughter's ears. Gabi let out an annoyed huff.
"If it's not legal, you're gonna end up back in prison, Floyd!" she said. "No. Just, no. We're not getting back together if you're gonna be doing off the books shit."
"Babe -" Floyd started, but Gabi shook her head.
"Uh-uh. You want to build a life with us, and for me to let you in, you gotta walk the line. Otherwise," she said, "you can see Kiara, but I'm not going to be with you." Floyd let out a frustrated groan.
"I like - my job," he said. "My private job. Aside from the government work." Gabi shrugged.
"So go do it," she said. "But you won't be doing me." Floyd cursed under his breath and hit his head back against the wall.
"Fine," he muttered. "I won't do it anymore."
"I don't want you around with an attitude either," Gabi said. "If you're gonna resent the shit out of me, that's not cool and not a reason for me to be with you." Floyd sighed.
"Look, you have a daughter now," Gabi said to him. "I liked going to college. I was gonna make something of my life besides being a bartender. But something more important came along. So what's most important to you, Floyd?"
"You and Kiara," he said without hesitation. "It's just… I spent my whole life getting good at one thing and making a name for myself…"
"Can't the government pay you to do that, too? Seems like there's tons of people they want de- taken care of." Floyd chewed his lip.
"Maybe. Yeah, maybe," he said. "I'll talk to Waller about it. Via Harley," he corrected himself. "God, that warden is a bitch and a half," he said. "You know, she only got me on the merc squad in the first place by threatening you and Kiara's lives."
"What." Gabi said flatly.
"Hell, yeah," Floyd said. "Amanda Waller is a stone-cold bitch. Blackmailed her prisoners into running suicide missions for her precious little black ops group. Harley fixed her good, though," he smirked. "Got us pardons and pay and we get to keep doing what we're good at. So, maybe Harley can force Waller to hook me up with some legal contracts, too," he said.
"Good," Gabi said. "I'm not trying to tell you to stop doing what you love, Floyd, but I can't let you romance me knowing you could end up back in jail any minute. I can't do that again."
"Ok," Floyd said in a gentler voice. "I know that's fair," he said. "Even if I don't like it. You're right." He paused. "What about vigilante stuff? If it was on the hero side? Green Arrow gets away with it, right? Would you mind if he let me help out around town in between gigs?" Gabi frowned as she thought.
"I mean… if he worked it out with the police so you wouldn't get in any trouble, then yeah, that's ok," she said.
"Ok," Deadshot said with some relief. "I'll have the Bat give him a call and set up a meeting for me to talk to him."
"Ok," Gabi said, snuggling back into his side. She slid her eyes up to him. "You said you can stay the night?"
"Yeah," he said, looking down at her as a seductive smile started to spread across his face.
"Then come help me move that crib out here," she said with a grin. "Mommy and Daddy need the bedroom to themselves tonight." Floyd was more than happy to comply.
