Sylvia Wayne "Wildcat"

Gotham

April 14th, 2012

It was the first Saturday in a long time that I woke up at a decent hour. For a while, I've been on the Friday night Patrols, unable to even get into bed until six o'clock in the morning the next day. So when I woke up, with Wally next to me, his chest rising and falling peacefully, I just laid there and watched him sleep. His red hair had grown a bit longer and a bit more unruly. My hand reached out and started to run and twirl my fingers through his hair. I looked at his serene face on the pillow next to mine and noticed that his faint freckles on his cheeks and nose were disappearing, making him look more and more mature. He started to stir, and his deep breaths became shorter and shorter with time. He made a faint moan, as he did most mornings, signaling he was really waking up. I just grabbed his warm body and pulled myself into him, curling up and wrapping my bare legs around his waist as I snuggled into him. I heard him exhale lightly before his head bent down and his lips kissed the top of my head and his arms wrapped around me. It was a nice and warm sensation, laying against his bare torso. The moment ended when I heard his stomach rumble. With a giggle, I pulled away and gave him a kiss.

"Good Morning, beautiful." He told me quietly, and I just blushed, rolling over and out of the bed.

"Good Morning, babe." I told him back as I passed my mirror, remembering that I went to bed in Wally's T-shirt and my underwear. He climbed out of the bed in just his pajama pants. I went into my closet and grabbed a t-shirt and jeans of his that we've decided to leave here for mornings like these. There was a couple drawers in my closet that had his clothes and a pair of two of shoes. I had the same kind of set-up in his closet. This had become a regular thing, and so far, my father hasn't noticed. Alfred has been covering on nights that I sleep at Wally's and when Wally sleeps here, it's played off as a sleepover with Dick, which isn't far from the truth since the three of us all hang out together anyway.

He pulled on his clothes and I grabbed a button down and shorts, putting them on before the two of us brushed out teeth and went downstairs. We walked hand in hand to Dick's room to get him so we could all go get breakfast together so as not to arise suspicion. When I opened the door to my brother's room, he was pulling on a fresh shirt. He walked out of his room in a t shirt and jeans, similar to Wally. But for once, Dick was taller than his best friend. Not by too much, but my brother was chilling at a happy medium between Wally's and Roy's height. The three of us exchanged good mornings as we all descended the stairs to get to the kitchen. My mouth began to water as I smelled waffles, eggs, bacon, hashbrowns, and fresh cut fruit. But the most compelling scent was the coffee. The three of us sat down and Alfred served us. My father was sitting at the head of the table with a newspaper and a coffee in each hand. The food before him was nearly completely untouched, aside from the bite in his omelet. I smelled de-caf being poured into Dick's cup.

"Alfred, please tell me you're not switching me to de-caf too?" I half pleaded, my addiction to coffee was well known in both of my identities. Even Savage gave me coffee to keep me happy. There have even been sightings of me in full costume getting coffee to chug between take-downs on patrol.

"No, Master Sylvia." He sighed. "Now that would be child abuse." He let off a little smirk and poured a different pot of coffee in my cup. I smiled and took a sip of the warm goodness before digging into my waffles, first drizzling them with syrup and melted butter. I looked over and smirked at Wally, who had four times the amount of food we had, piled onto his plate. Then, a bleary eyed Jason came in, dressed in a flannel and khaki cargo shorts. He went and started eating next to me, not even acknowledging us. But we all forgave him, knowing that he was to tired in the mornings to function until he had food and coffee. Now that he was shadowing us as aerial surveillance on patrols, he was up late too. Usually, he wears an all black sort of urban ninja costume, but tonight was the night we were passing the mantle. Tonight was the night that Robin would evolve and Nightwing would be born. My baby brother was all grown up, and the newest addition was finally joining the party. So we all sat happily at this breakfast, with little conversations about excitement and plans for this week. By the time we had all finished our food, all of the comms went off. A hostage situation in city hall that included the mayor and the city council.

"Time to suit up, you ready?" My father asked as we all got up, Alfred clearing the table in a hastened fashion.

"Wally and I can go in, a speedster may come in handy." I told my father as he checked his work phone.

"Good, because apparently I need you two and Dick to suit up with Jason. There are a few board members who were meeting with a judge about building permits for the foundation's expansions. Long story short, the rest of the company is in a panic. I will be on surveillance and standby while the four of you handle the situation. I will only come in if you need me. Do I make myself clear?" He looked at us expectantly, and I nodded, rushing to the study. I changed the grandfather clock to 10:47 and watched as it slid open, the four of us piling into the express elevator.

Sorry for the short chapter guys, but just wait till the next one! (also sorry about taking so long to update, senior year is... distracting...)

-thegirlwhoisstillwaiting