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The neon lights in the club did nothing but hype Hal up as he sipped his third drink. Next to him Oliver leaned heavily onto him, babbling something about ‘red meat fascists’ before letting his head fall onto Hal’s shoulder. Hal moved Ollie’s head onto the bar and found himself glad he tuned the other out after his first drink. It had been a rough couple of days off-world; there’s only so many times you can deal with the same ‘I’m going to try and fuck with the Green Lanterns bs’ before it lost its edge.
He looked down at the simple gold band wrapped around his ring finger and rubbed it with his thumb. Hal knew he had some time before Bruce would be down for the night, waiting for him in their bed. The drink in his hand lost its appeal and he looked back to Ollie. His cheeks were flushed as he progressively got louder drawing some looks. “Maybe you should slow down there, Ol. How many have you had, man?” Hal asked doing his best control his own voice from slurring.
“Too many?” Oliver responded before chugging the rest of whatever red concoction was in his glass. “Hal, I gotta piss. Come with me, y’know the buddy system.”
“Okay, but after I’m flying you home. Deal?”
“Deal. No hurry, though, I’m about to piss myself,” he stated before hopping off the stool. Hal tipped his head back and swallowed the last bit of his drink before following after the archer. They rounded the corner to follow a long hall down to the bathroom. Hal rubbed his eyes and willed them to adjust to overly bright lights that bore down onto them.
At the sight of the john, a familiar pressure built in his own bladder, might as well. Careful to avoid the unknown puddles on the floor he positioned himself in front of the urinal. “Really?” He mumbled as Ollie took the one directly next to him while humming some new pop song. Suddenly, the man stopped and narrowed his eyes and leaned in close to him.
Hal stopped what he was doing and raised a brow, “I know I’m pretty, but I’m married,” he joked.
“Stop moving- ohmygod Hal,” Oliver wheezed as he broke out laughing.
“What’s so funny, Ol?”
“You have grey hair. Welcome to being part of the old men,” he managed out between his laughter. Hal zipped his pants back up and pushed Ollie aside to get to the dusty mirror. He turned to see his temples and leaned in. The lantern narrowed his eyes before groaning.
Ollie patted his shoulder, “I think it kinda suits you. You have that sexy trophy husband look.”
“Not a trophy husband,” he mumbled as he continued to stare at the little silver hairs growing in.
“Sorry my bad, I meant roguish space cop.”
Hal snorted and gave Ollie a light shove before reaching into his pocket. He pulled out his phone to see a message on the lock screen.
[Bruce] Going to bed. Try your best to not wake the whole manor coming in.
Hal smiled and rolled his eyes at the sarcastic tone, forgetting his earlier troubles. “C’mon Ol, time to get your ass home.” Before the other man could argue, Hal was leading him through the doors of the club and up into the air. He dropped him off to Dinah before heading back to the Wayne Manor. Once he had been intimidated by its dark presence, but now it felt like home.
He entered through the batcave and silently went up the stairs to the manor. He paused at Damian’s door and gently cracked it open to check on the boy. Hal smiled to himself seeing him curled up around Titus and Ace with Alfred the cat by his head. He walked further down to Tim’s door and did the same.
“Cmon you gotta sleep some time,” he commented seeing the laptops glow against the teen’s face.
“Just a bit longer,” Tim tried stifling a yawn. Hal shook his head and used the ring to pluck the laptop out of his hands and down onto the dresser. “Goodnight kid,” he chuckled ignoring Tim’s protests as he closed the door. Hal finally got to his and Bruce’s room and silently let himself in. The pilot stripped down to his boxers before taking a moment to take in his lover; Bruce was sprawled out on his side, his hair undone and in every direction.
The bed dipped as Hal climbed in and he drew Bruce closer. “You smell,” he heard Bruce comment tiredly but pressed back against him.
“Mm I’ll shower in the morning,” Hal replied. “Go back to sleep.” The dark-haired man didn’t need to be told twice, he exhaled and fell back asleep.
Hal did in fact shower that morning. Only after Bruce woke up and pushed him out of bed saying: “you smell like a brewery.” He shook his hair out and stepped outside the shower ignoring the way his knee creaked. The man wrapped a towel around his waist before leaning in close to the mirror.
“Seriously the fuck?” He said under his breath looking over the unwanted greys with mirth.
“Is there a problem?” Bruce asked making him jerk in surprise. He padded up next to him and leaned back into the counter.
Hal sighed and rubbed the hairs. “Spooky, I’m officially old. I’m getting grey hairs- are you laughing? This isn’t funny,” he huffed.
Bruce gave him a teasing smile that was reserved for few. “You’re being dramatic, everyone goes grey at some point. Oliver has some, I have some, and now you,” He chided. “I’ve also heard that children can have that effect on you.”
“I’ve also heard that husbands that run around dressed up like a bat do too,” Hal said in good nature. He leaned in closer to steal a kiss.
Bruce snorted and shook his head, “see all these greys? They’re from my husband running around and playing space cop.” Hal busted out laughing and placed a hand on Bruce’s.
“Who are we kidding it’s definitely the kids.”
“Obviously, now come back to bed before they wake up.”