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Danny smiled as he heard screeches coming from down the hall. He and Klarion had fully moved into the manor and things had been interesting around their new home. Damian and Klarion had become fast friends as had their cats, Teekl and Alfred the Cat. The others seemed to be adjusting rather well to having Klarion and Danny living within the manor. There was definitely a bit of an adjustment period, especially since Klarion had caused quite a few issues for Dick and Tim during their time as Robin back in the day. But overall, things were going rather well.
So well that Alfred actually felt comfortable enough to go on a vacation to England for a few weeks. Which meant that Danny was the one in the kitchen preparing breakfast for everyone. Alfred had given him very strict rules to not allow anyone to use the kitchen aside from himself and Jason. Apparently, all of the others had lost their kitchen privileges long ago.
“Good morning, Beautiful,” a husky voice layered with sleep said in Danny’s ear. Two strong arms wrapped around his middle as Danny flipped a pancake on the large griddle.
“Good morning,” Danny hummed, leaning back in his partner’s embrace, soaking in the man’s presence. “How was patrol last night?”
“It was fine, nothing major. I think that Klarion is having fun being a vigilante,” Bruce said with an amused chuckle, kissing the curve of Danny’s ear lightly. Danny smiled before plating the pancakes.
“That’s good, I was hoping he would have fun with it,” he murmured as Bruce pulled away and turned up the radio that was lightly playing in the background. Some Taylor Swift song played softly in the kitchen.
Bruce pulled Danny to him as soon as all of the pancakes were off the griddle and wrapped his big hands around the halfa’s waist, swaying gently to the music.
“Dancing in the kitchen?” Danny asked, looking up at the man with an amused glimmer in his eyes. “How utterly domestic of you.”
Bruce let out a soft chuckle, his lips grazed Danny’s for just a moment before he pulled back. “You love the domesticity, don’t lie to me.”
Danny snickered and rested his head on his partner’s chest, breathing in the earthy scent of Bruce’s aftershave. “You have no idea,” he said, his hand pressed to the man’s chest.
“I think I do,” Bruce murmured. “I’ve always dreamed of this, you know. Of this house just being so utterly alive, with kids running around playing. Laughter filled the halls, love in every single room. The love of my life in my arms. Knowing that no matter what happens next, I’ll have someone by my side. Someone who is strong, capable and brave. Someone like you,” Bruce murmured. “For twenty years I wondered what my life would be like if you had stayed in the human world to be a part of it. And now, I don’t have to wonder anymore. Because you’re here, and we’re here, together.”
“Together,” Danny promised, tilting his head back to give Bruce a soft kiss. “And now we get to live the next chapter of our story together. The Story of Us.”