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[rattle_thecages]

OOC: Backdated to last Sunday morning. Yah. ;__;

Rachel knew Harry and MJ weren't in the penthouse because for once since the weekend began, it was quiet. It was just as she liked it on an early Sunday morning. Despite the fact none of them had slept much last night because Harry Osborn had been the birthday boy, and Harry Osborn demanded to be

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[bruisedwayne]

Bruce had stirred awake the moment Rachel had left the bed. He groaned in protest when she did but Rachel being Rachel had all but ignored him. In true Bruce Wayne fashion, he pouted into a pillow but refrained from going after her.

When he awoke again, it was a quarter past ten. Which meant, he'd only slept for a total of four hours this morning. Bruce stretched his arm out and drew Rachel's pillow to his chest. He breathed in the scent of her before he forced himself up and crawled out of bed.

After a visit to the bathroom to freshen up, Bruce headed into the living room, walking at a lazy pace as he scratched at his tummy. "Morning, Alfred," he mumbled as he walked past the old man and then headed straight for Rachel. Bruce hadn't bothered to put his shirt on but at least he was wearing his long pajama pants this time. There was such a thing as decency at this hour.

"Come back to bed," he said as he plopped down next to Rachel and wound his arm around her shoulders.

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There wouldn't be much point to him putting on his shirt. Rachel was wearing it.

It would be very Rachel of her to point out, had he gone straight to bed the moment he came back instead of doing things that resulted in the mess that was her hair that morning, he could've gotten five hours of sleep instead of the lone four.

But Rachel was in a good mood. She'd let it slide. She did have her moments.

Chewing on the tip of her pen, her face was etched into a frown. "I am not leaving the couch until I finish this. Do they really think they're that clever? They're no match for me, Bruce, no match."

She let herself be pulled to his side, her body molding to his as she kissed his cheek. "You can sleep alone, you know." Had the man really forgotten what it was like to take showers and the like on his own?

[bruisedwayne]

"Impossible," was Bruce's reply to that before he nudged his nose against her cheek and pressed a kiss to her jaw. He couldn't remember the last time he showered alone in the morning. If and when Rachel was late going into the office, it was naturally Bruce's fault. Thankfully though, Rachel had only just agreed to help out at Will's office and hadn't taken any cases on her own just yet. They'd both agreed that she wasn't quite ready for it. Besides, there was a lot going on for her, what with the Joker still at large and the police investigations concerning the threats against her still ongoing.

"What's for breakfast?" Bruce eyed the crossword puzzle, managed to get immensely bored within seconds, and reached for the loose sections of The Gotham Times, scanning the pages for news concerning more criminal activities going on in the city.

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"Impossible? Yes, you are," she murmured, allowing him to take the loose sections. He wouldn't find much of interest. For some reason, and it both relieved and unnerved her, it had been a quiet week in Gotham City. A mugging here, a mugging there. If he searched page 3, he would find his own face. He was photographed along with her, and apparently, he was leaving her that week for a Scandinavian actress.

Oh, Arlene Rufflebottom. One day Rachel will cut you.

"There will be a continental breakfast." There was a slight eye roll, she will admit. "Harry asked for chocolate strawberries."

Annoyed? Never.

[bruisedwayne]

Bruce dropped his gaze to Rachel's chest as she swiped the crumbs away, distracted for a moment. "I'm not afraid of her if that's what you're suggesting." Aside from the fact that he'd been oddly quiet in the redhead's presence, there was nothing else he did that was out of the ordinary. Bruce still came home late, pretending to be slightly tipsy whenever Rachel told him that MJ was still awake and hanging out in the living room, and he tended to space out during dinner conversations, simply letting out a derisive snort or two whenever Henry was mentioned. Which was often.

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Rachel hadn't been impressed with MJ's behavior, either. And she didn't exactly want to recall their latest conversation regarding Henry. It left her sad, unsettled. She was thankful Bruce was sleeping when said conversation occurred. He'd have noticed something was wrong just by looking at her.

"I'm not suggesting anything of the sort."

Rachel plucked the paper from his hands, tossing it to the nearby table. Slinging her arms around his neck, she was the picture of pleasantness, fingers curling into his nape. "Just play nice for one more day. I'll be patient with Harry."

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He pulled her onto his lap, allowing her to straddle him as he leaned back against the couch to get comfortable, cup of coffee forgotten. Alfred moved from the living room back to the kitchen, doing so quietly as to not disturb the young couple.

Bruce smiled up at her. "And what do I get for playing nice?" He ached a perfect brow up at her as he rested a hand on Rachel's thigh.

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His smile elicited one of her own. Quiet, and sweet, a memory all of its own. "You get me, isn't that enough?"

A silly question. She wondered what was enough for Bruce Wayne. What was enough for any of them. Her fingers never left his nape, lips hovering inches away from his before they met in a familiar dance. She rediscovered this man every time and some days, she still had to wonder if it was real.