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"Did you save them?“ you stare out the glass walls as you watch the Earth in its own gravity.
Batman pulls down his cowl, as he stands beside you as Bruce Wayne, "I did.”
You let out a heavy breath and close your eyes with relief at his news. “Good. I’m glad they’re okay.”
Bruce drops his cowl and lets the ethereal air change his armor into a nice expensive suit. He didn’t tell you about Superman and his soulmate losing their link. He didn’t want to burden you with the possibility that what you shared could disappear one day. Because, he’d never admit it, but it scared him.
You turn to him and snicker, “You’re not at work, Bruce. You can afford to wear whatever you want in your dreams.” The air shifts around Bruce’s body and changes his suit into a Batman onesie pajama.
He raises an eyebrow and gives you a sarcastic smirk, “Comfy.”
You muffle your laughter with your hand before the air shifts around Bruce again until he’s wearing workout pants and a very fitted tank top. It was your turn to give a sarcastic smirk.
He grins but decides to change the conversation before you have another wardrobe battle in your dreamscape. After all, everything is possible here.
"Why are we in the Watchtower?“ he asks you.
"I tried to replicate what you showed me last time. It seems like a beautiful place, Bruce. A place so out of reach,” he takes your hand and you smile when he squeezes it, “but not for me.”
"No,“ he smiles and gazes out the window with you. "I could never run away from you.”
Most of your dreams together are spent like this. Some dreams were filled with silence and comfort. There were also nightmares you dealt with together, his hand in yours. And other times Bruce consulted you about his work.
He’s told you about his life, his dreams, and his past. He showed you memories of Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Cassandra, Barbara, Stephanie and Alfred, even Selina and Talia.
It was a tough decision for him to make in the beginning. He didn’t trust his subconscious to keep his secrets hidden. But he trusts you.
In return, you showed him yours. Your life. Your dreams. And your love. You showed him what life was like before you met him.
For a long time you believed that you didn’t have a link. You had no timer, no tracker, no physical, emotional, or conscious link. All you were left to assume was a subconscious link but you were lonely in your dreams. You even tried sleeping during the day in case your soulmate lived in a different time zone.
But your dreams were still only your own.
Until, of course, one unusual night when you dreamed yourself in a dark alleyway. The air was heavy and the mood was sinister. You could feel that something wrong was about to happen.
And then it played out right before your eyes. The family of three walking in the dark. The petty thief aiming his gun. The pearls falling to the floor as the sewers seeped the draining blood of two bodies.
The bodies of parents who loved Gotham as much as they loved their own child. Their child, oh god, who knelt beside his parents as the Gotham late night train muffled his desperate cry.
You shakily took a step back and noticed that someone had been standing beside you the whole time. He loomed tall, dressed in all black with pointed ears and a cape.
You held your breath as the dream finally made sense. It wasn’t your dream. It was your soulmate’s nightmare.
"Y-you’re… Bruce Wayne.“