Making It Work

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It was 3 am when Max popped up in her kings size bed in a cold sweat. She had done it again, had the same dream night after night. For a week straight she could only get a few images. From what turned out to be her honeymoon with McGinnis. And she couldn't tell yet from them if they had been together intimately before or after a month ago. She only had a feeling she felt when he looked at her. Which was hard to tell from because, she had always felt something when Terry looked at her anyway. Being married to your best friend and not remembering any of it had that kind of affect on a person. Especially when the best friend in question was hot, sexy, dark haired and blue eyed and batman himself. Terry turned out to be a husband that Max hadn't even fitted into her fantasies yet. He occasionally had his little kid moments. But who didn't cause Max sure did herself. And she couldn't help the shock of it all. But still all and all there he was her husband. He lived with her day in and night out with her. Struggling himself with his own mental images of their wedding events. Max was so deep in thought she slipped back into her sleepy slumber.

Max's Dream Flashback

"Does it hurt"

"No actually I can't feel anything much. You sure I'm suppose to feel it."

"Max, it's a needle I'm pretty sure your supposed to feel a little thing called pain."

"Don't get smart McGinnis okay I don't feel any "a little thing called pain" and besides you just said you don't feel anything either."

"That's different I'm a man, we don't feel pain period thank you."

"You know I find that amazingly ironic considering your the one who can't spell the word pain. Mr I failed the forth grade spelling exam. And Mr climb into my bedroom window, I need a medkit cause Mad Stan threw a new software vid bomb disc at me. And gave me a splinter."

"Hey Max will you hush we're around people."

Tattoo artist looks at Terry while Max chuckles.

"What, what you looking at. I can climb through this woman's bedroom window all I want. This my wife you got a problem."

"No."

"And I told you it really was a bomb. And it wasn't a splinter, it was a deep cut."

"Yea, sure it was a deep cut. One deep enough to only need a tweety bird band aid. You big baby."

"Hey woman! It wasn't tweety bird."

Max gives Terry a blank look.

"It was big bird thank you very much. Get your bird names right genius. For someone who loves the 21st century so much, you sure make a lot of mistakes. You keep mixing all the characters up "

"Oh I'm so sorry baby."

"Whatever no one likes a smart ass."

"Would you if I gave you a kiss."

"Maybe. Lay it on me girl."

"Come here daddy."

Terry and Max share a quick kiss and the tattoo artist comments with a chuckle.

"You two have got to be the most normal just married newly weds I have ever seen."

Both- "How do you know we just got married?"

"Well this is Vegas baby! And she's wearing a gigantic ring on her finger. It has to be a one of a kind."

Flashback Dream over.

Max pops ups in another cold sweat taking in deep sharp breaths. With her heart pounding so loud within her ears. She begins to feel another headache coming on. A hand eases over gently and reaches for her back. Then a voice with a mid sexy baritone chimes out into the darkness.

"Max you okay baby."

Grabbing her own forehead with her eyes squeezed tight Max responds back.

"Yeah, I'm okay."

Responding back to her reply groggily, Terry rubbed Max's back.

"Well from over here you don't look quite okay. The same Vegas flashback?"

"No, this time it was another. A new one, a more clearer one."

"Do you wanna talk about it."

"You feel like listing."

Cutting the lamp on by the side of the bed, Terry replies "for you, always."

Max lays back as Terry wraps her in his ivory arms. She places her head against his wife beater wearing chest. He touches her pink pixie hair with his left hand. Breathing in deeply he says to his wife. "Whenever your ready love."

"Okay then. Well, we were in Vegas of course we were in Vegas. Um we where sitting next to each other but facing each other. And apparently we had just been married. Because we were having our normal like convo, you know how we do. Going back and fourth with the smart remarks. And the tattoo artist kept giving us-"

"Wait, did you say tattoo artist. Is this the flashback of us getting the tattoos?"

"Yeah."

"Hold on Maxie I gotta get some snacks for this one."

Terry jumps out the bed and runs down to the kitchen. Rumbling through the cabinets looking for chips. He yells up as Max is walking towards the stairs, knowing he won't remember where he put them. She swore he was still a child at times, even though they were almost well into their early thirties.

"Max! Where are the-"

"They are in the toaster oven." Max said as she came down the back stairs into the kitchen.

"Why are the chips in the toaster oven?"

"Because you put them there when you bought them in with you yesterday."

"Oh okay and where the hell is the dip, it's not in the-"

"It's in the microwave."

Opening the microwave Terry comments "What in the sugar n cream is the dip doing in the mic. And the chips doing in the toaster oven. Woman what the H kinda bat cave house are you running here. Cause this coffee cake shit, I anit feelin. There is certain places I need you to put certain food."

Max takes a deep breath of frustration and replies "I swear would it even kill you to even glance at the damn encyclopedia in the library. Cause I don't even understand half the shit you just said right now. And I told your ass to stop blaming me for where you put your damn food."

"I don't have no time to be going to no library Max. I'm working all morning and day at WayneMcGinnis, then I'm out all night saving all of damn Gotham. Shit I be fuckin tired that's why your the smart one. You always have been, why else do you think the other reason is that I married you. I mean other than the fact that I am in love with you."

"Dammit Terry there is one upstairs on the second floor."

"And what's wrong with the way I talk, all of a sudden it bothers you now. Don't tell me how to talk in my house. I gotta watch it in the office. But I'll be damn if I gotta watch in my house."

"Your house! THIS is my house."

"And who the Hell puts a library in their house anyway. Only smarty pants like you and Bruce do that shit."

"Everyone, with a damn brain clearly."

"Oh so now I'm stupid. And what you mean your house, this is my house too now."

"Oh yeah says who fool."

"Says that closet up there in the left wing with all my damn clothes in it. And says all them checks you cash down at WayneMcGinnis and WayneGibson. And if I'm such a fool why you marry me then."

"I don't remember marrying you. And please Terry all them checks I cash arent even directly from you. When are you gonna get it through your head that your an heir. Every penny, nickel, and dime and hundred dollar bill comes from Bruce and the Wayne legacy.

Bruce is my father Max which means that Thomas and his wife are my grand parents. The Wayne legacy is my legacy and Matt and my mother. And hey guess what that also means it's your legacy too. You married into it, do you see how this works. That's how a legacy works your name being that I gotta spell it out. Is Maxine Marilyn Gibson McGinnis Wayne you hear that right WAYNE! Your a Wayne and this is your house and I am your husband. And you live here and I live with you. All of that means this is my house too!

yeah well that can be changed with a simple piece of paper and signature."

And with that being said that was all Terry needed to pull him out of his childish rant routine. He knew what Max meant when she said paper and signature, he wasn't that dumb. Though he could be at times, it took two minutes for him to pull his shit together. He was Max's husband and he had to remind himself of his duties toward his wife now. Losing her over some silly disagreement about a microwave and toaster oven. It wasn't up for debate as Max would say. It was time to man up. Terry dropped everything on the counter island. And walked over and kissed Max deeply as his lips would allow. Breaking the kiss with his hands still attached to her soft cheeks. He looked deeply into her eyes and apologized. And when he wouldn't break their eye contact. Max knew he meant it.

"I can't take the risk of losing you over a petty argument. Especially one that involves not remembering where I misplaced my food, when I came through the door."

"I love when you talk proper to me. Do it again."

"Will you come upstairs to our bedroom with me. And begin to proceed to explain the details of your flashback."

"Yes."

"Did I fail to mention in great detail."

"Oh hell yes grab them chips and come with me now baby."

Terry grabbed the chips and dip and handed them to Maxine. Afterward he placed her over his right shoulder effortlessly and headed up stairs. Max loved when he carried her. It was an action Terry did often citing that he hoped it would trigger more flashbacks. Sometimes it worked others it didn't. Once in the bedroom he gently sat Max down on the bed and took his place beside her. Terry took his chips and started to dip. Max begin explaining her dream yet again.

"Okay take two Mr. Wayne, as I was saying Vegas and across from each other. We were talking and getting our tattoos and I was making fun of you. It seems as though Mad Stan and you had a previous rendezvous. Because I was making fun of you about a splinter, you said was a deep cut."

"Wait Maxie hold on a sec how do you know it was a splinter and not a deep cut?"

"Because Batman all you needed was a band aid out of the med kit. Oh and just so you know it was big bird."

"Lame, anyway continue please."

"Jeez Ter do you think you could chew any louder."

"Don't knit pick on your husband. Your suppose to love me and all my flaws. You don't just get the sexy part of me without paying the price at the bridge."

"And what is the price?"

"I don't know it's a toll bridge. But whatever get back to the story girl."

"Hahahahaha okay then um let me see oh yeah. Big bird band aid right then the tattoo artist said that we had to be newlyweds. And I was wearing my ring on my finger at the time. So we know now that we got married before we got our tattoos."

"Okay now cool I'm glad, what do you wanna do now. Go back to bed, yeah I think that we should do that cause between the fight and flashbacks I'm pooped."

A/N Ok guys this chap is short but the internet issues is causing me 2 go nuts. There are 2 more new chaps ready but I am editing them now. I will post again later in the day or 2morrow- Libra