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Switched to John’s POV
“SON OF A-”
I stare in the bloody mirror. How didn’ I realize this before getting into the house!? A nice black and purple hickey on my neck near my collarbone… Damn you Bruce. I’m guessing Red Robin was too pissed off to notice it and Bruce too vulnerable to notice it last night. I splashed my face with water and walked out of the bathroom, my shirt unbuttoned and my tie draped over my shoulders.
“Come on, John. You've had hickeys before… Even if they were never from the Bruce Wayne.”
This must be my weirdest morning. I’m not hung over, at least not a bad one. I’m somewhat lucid, also a first for when I wake up. My thoughts are all circling back to Bats and the threat I got last night. Yeah no, never going to Gotham, I’ll let it burn by a demon before I go back.
DING!
“Bloody hell…”
My phone's notification. I got to change that shite. Also who in everything that's holy texts me this earl- its 1pm… Whatever! Who texts me whenever. I’m John Constantine nobody bloody tries to contact me unless there's a demon or black magic problem! Unless it’s Papa Midnight… And I never gave him my number. Still a mystery to me.
I open my phone and… Random number. Alright it’s between spam or wrong numbers. I open the text and basically get jumped by my feelings. Bruce… How did he get my number!? What am I kidding? He's Batman.
The text read:
“This is Bruce. Did you get home okay? I’m sorry for Red Robin and whatever threat he gave you.”
Yeah I’m not answering that. The Bat himself would need to suck my dick again for me to ever text him back… Okay but what if I do answer him? If I did though I would need to admit to myself I do like the man? Like the Bat. For Christ sake I rather send a demon back to hell than this. Stuck with my thoughts and feelings. It’s like I’m a high school girl with too much free time..
Fuck it!
John’s text:
“Don’t worry about the kid. He is just protective of his dad.”
Why did I do that?.. Fuck, I do like him. But damn it I know he’d never like me back. He’s the Bat for crying out loud. I sighed and waited for the next text. That came quicker than I expected, like he was waiting by his phone.
🦇: “I’m glad he hasn’t scared you off.”
🔥: “Oh no, he for sure did. You aren’t seeing me near Gotham unless I have you.”
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Switched to Bruce’s POV
I was in my room in the manor, alone for once. I could still hear my kids and the pets down stairs. One of the calmer days if I don’t jinx myself here. Doesn’t mean my thoughts are anything but quiet. I still don’t understand why I decided to send John a text but I did. And then he replied. Now here I am re-read a text that should be innocent… “Unless I have you.” Doesn't sit…Right. I mean he sent it because Tim was treating him… But he wants me just to be near Gotham? I shouldn't overthink one simple text.
🦇: “Me?”
🔥: “I don’t trust your kids, B.”
🦇: “You’re not the first, John.”
🔥: “What have they scared off all your hook-ups like that, or am I special?”
He was special, not even Salina got that treatment from the kids. I mean of course they didn’t like her, but they didn’t just completely threaten the shit out of her like John. But did they do that for Kate? No, they rather Salina date Kate than me… I’m not about to admit to John he’s special either.
🦇: “You are the first one they full out threaten.”
🔥: “Is that your way to call me ‘special’, pretty boy?”
He’s flirting with me again and damn it, it's affecting me again too. I should end this before anything else happens.
🦇: “Keep it in your pants, John.”
🔥: Picture sent
The picture of a purple-black hickey on John’s collarbone… Oh. Oh. Oh… I did that. How haven’t I noticed? I notice everything, but I didn’t notice that last night. As I think of it Tim didn’t say anything about it either. He didn’t notice either.
🔥: “Then keep that pretty mouth to yourself then.”
That flirt! Why is this affecting me!? I’m Brucie Wayne, women and men alike flirt with me all the time, and I’m Batman! I don’t get flustered over a simple flirtatious text! No, I can’t let this man get away with making me feel like this.
🦇: “Bastard.”
🔥: “That you love sucking.”
Can the Hellblazer himself be anything other than a flirtatious bastard?