Now that they confirmed we’re having a third season of Young Justice, i’d like to point out a few things they need to do in the new season:
• Resurrection of Jason Todd
• Bring Wally West back
• Make Bluepulse canon
• Give Tim Drake more screentime
• Tell us how Tula died
• Make Jaime Reyes and Bart Allen boyfriends
• Make Miguel Barragan, Rachel Roth and Rose Wilson part of the team
• Introduce Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, Stephanie Brown and Damian Wayne
• Bring Wallace West back
• Make Bart Allen, Cassie Sandsmark and Tim Drake best friends
• Did i mention make Bluepulse canon?
• How about bringing Wallace Rudolph West back to life
You can’t help but stare in amazement. You’ll admit it, you’re freaking out just a tiny bit. You turn to Bruce, because you just can’t think of your husband as Batman. Even with the cowl, yhe cape, and the armor, “Okay this place is amazing. It needs some work, but it’s amazing.”
Dick comes flipping by a moment later, “What are you talking about Mom? This place is great. There’s a ton of room, and have you seen this computer system?”
You smile, “Yes, it is amazing. But it just needs a few homey touches, especially if people are going to be living here.”
Dick grins, and you wish you could see his eyes, “You planning on booting me out?”
You pull him in for a hug, noting how much he’s grown in the past few years. He’s short for his age group, but he’s not that skinny little kid anymore. It makes you just the tiniest bit sad, your little boy is growing up.
He hugs you back, squeezing extra tight, and as always you wait for him to let go first. Then he’s cartwheeled out of the room a second later. You turn to Bruce and say, “That kid has entirely too much energy. We’ve got to cut out the sugar cereal or something.”
Bruce’s arms surround you from behind, and his voice takes on its normal tone, “Alfred only lets him have sugar once in a blue moon.”
Your hands cover his, “You’re right. It must be those chocolate bars you slip him when Alfred isn’t looking.”
Bruce just chuckles before kissing your cheek, “Have I mentioned how nice you look in your mask?”
You turn to face him, “Not yet,” You kiss him.
“Well, you look amazing. It’s very Batmom.”
“Well that’s what I was going for with the jeans, and the sweater, and the boots, and of course the mask.”
He kisses you one more time, before pulling back and putting some distance between you. A moment later the loud speaker comes on and announces J’onn, Ollie, Arthur, and Barry. You greet each of them with a smile, and a hug. The leaguers had long become regular house guests at the manor.
“Alright, where are the kids? Where’d you hide them?”
Barry just laughs as he picks you up and spins you around with a wink. You can almost feel Bruce’s glare at the man, “They’re just behind us, J’onn is keying them in now.”
You can’t seem to wipe the smile off of your face, “Good to know. I can’t wait to meet them.”
“Let’s see if you’re saying that after the first week,” Ollie teases.
You ignore the comment, “Any word from Roy?”
The look in his eyes tells you everything, you just give him a sad smile, and say, “He’ll come around eventually. It’s just growing pains right now. He needs a little independence. It happens with all teenagers.”
Ollie just nods as the computer announces the arrival of the kids. You bring two fingers to your mouth and let out a shrill whistle, and a moment later Dick comes running in. He skids to a halt right in front of the Zeta tube.
You smile as you watch him interact with the team. He’s never been all that great at making friends with the kids at his school. They simply come from two different worlds, so it’s nice to see him joking around with kids his own age.
When Superboy and M’gann come into the room, you quietly slip out of the room as Bruce begins the informational session. You begged him to not be too harsh. You make yourself at home in the kitchen. You’d ordered a ton of materials and cooking utensils. You do your best to start organizing things.
You keep yourself busy until the gaggle of kids comes in. You laugh to yourself as Wally and Dick fight for M’gann’s attention. They don’t seem to notice you until you purposefully drop a pan. The kids all jump as they turn to face you, and you just smile. “So what’re you kids up to?”
Wally’s eyes brighten as they land on you “Aunt …” He stops just short of saying your name and turns to Dick for help.
Dick just grins, “Guys, this is my mom. Codename Batmom.”
As you expected, Wally bursts into laughter “Please tell me the big bad bat thought of that.”
One hand goes to your hip, as you do your best to harden your expression “No, Wallace West, I did. You know how the big bad bat feels about secret identities.”
He sobers up at that statement “Sorry Aunt Batmom, please don’t take away the sugar cookies.”
“Sugar Cookies?” Kaldur asks
Dick cuts in before Wally can “Mom loves to bake. She can’t cook to save her life, but she sure can bake.”
“Her sugar cookies are the best.” Wally add
Dick just shrugs “I like her double chocolate chip chunk cookies the best. But she has tons of different recipes and she’s always trying new recipes. And if you do your homework, and keep your grades up, she’ll let you lick the bowl.”
You ruffle Dick’s hair. “Speaking of which don’t you have an Algebra test on Friday.”
“I got it covered mom.”
“I know. So, what are you kids up to?”
“I was going to show everyone the bio ship.”
You face J’onn’s niece. “You must be M’gann. It’s so nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too.”
Then you turn to Kaldur, “You must be Kaldur. Robin’s told me a lot about you. And you must be Superboy.”
Kaldur greets you with the same reserved emotion his mentor had, and Superboy just nods. You can’t help but smile as they walk away, chatting, and laughing.
About an hour later, a hand slides across your hip. Smiling you turn to face Bruce. “You’re not wearing your cowl; doesn’t that go against the batcode? Do I have to write you a citation?”
He smiles “All of the cameras have been turned off.”
Your arms slip around his neck, as his wrap around your waist, and you kiss him “Well as long as we’re protected.” The kiss is interrupted a moment later by a loud alarm, and then Bruce is pulling away, and pulling his cowl back over his head, before he breaks into a sprint. You’re rushing after him not even a second later.
The two of you stop in the main cavern, where a screen shows all of the kids versus a robotic suit. “Bruce, what’s going on?”
“They took the ship out, and Red Tornado picked up a tripped alarm and sent the team after it. They’re not faring too well. I’ll …”
You place a hand on his arm, stopping him mid-sentence “How much danger are they in?”
Bruce hesitates for a moment before saying, “The danger level is low, and Tornado is nearby.”
You smile and say, “And they’ll have more dangerous missions than this one I’m guessing?” After a second he nods, “Then give them a chance, Bruce. You said it yourself, they have to learn to work as a team.”
Bruce relaxes into your touch, before saying, “I’m not there if something goes wrong.”
You go up on your toes to kiss his cheek, “You can’t always be there when something goes wrong. It’s better to let them get their feet wet when the situation isn’t dire.”
There’s a moment of silence before Bruce asks, “How in the world are you staying so calm right now? Whenever Dick comes home with a scratch you threaten to make me sleep on the couch.”
You cuddle into his embrace, “I just realized that Dick is growing up. He’s not eight anymore. I have to let him grow up, and in the meantime I will put all my fear and worry into my baking. Any special requests?”
Bruce just smiles, “Peanut butter, please.”
You kiss him one more time, “You got it Batman. I’ll even save a beater for you to lick later.”
He just smiles and says, “Sounds good, I’ll let you know when everything is done.”
You thank him and make your way back to the kitchen. You start in on three different batches of cookies. You’ve just put them into the oven when Bruce lets you know that all the kids are okay, and that he’s heading back to Gotham for the night. You send him on his way with a peanut butter cookie beater.
The kids storm the kitchen just as you’re pulling the cookies out of the oven. You set the cookies down on the table and listen as they chat about the mission. After they’ve cleared out the cookies, you set down the batter covered bowls. It’s as you’re rinsing the bowls and putting them in the dishwasher that M’gann approaches you, “Those cookies were amazing.”
You can’t help but smile, “Thank you. I’m glad you liked them,” There’s a moment of silence, before you ask, “Would you like me to show you how to make them?”
When her eyes light up you know that you’ve made the right choice in offering, “Really? That would be amazing! Are you sure you have the time?”
When she starts to float, you know that even if you didn’t have the time, you would have made the time, “I have more than enough time. How’s Wednesday sound?”
“That sounds perfect! Anytime is fine too! I have nothing going on.”
“It’ll have to be around four, is that okay?”
Her squeal of excitement lets you know that it’s perfect, and you leave the room when you’re done, allowing the kids their privacy. You wait for Dick in the lounge area. When he comes through, by himself, you smile, “All done for the day?”
He just smiles and sits down next to you, “Yeah, we’re done for the day. Thanks for the cookies by the way.”
You wrap an arm around his shoulders and give a squeeze, “I was happy to do it.”
“M’gann is really excited about the whole baking thing too.”
You laugh, “Yeah, I could tell,” There’s a moment of silence before you say, “I also noticed how your cheeks got just this hint of red whenever she talked to you.”
You just laugh and say, “Come on Boy Wonder, let’s go home. Agent A will have dinner on the table soon, and then there’s patrol tonight.”
Dick bounces off the seat and begins running towards the zeta tube, “Well then, let’s go. It’s Tuesday, that means a steak.”
Lexa pulled at her black tie and then adjusted her cuff link on her right wrist. The air in the back of the car felt stuffy, constricting, god she hated these events. The car slowed to a stop and the driver looked into the rear view.
“We’re here, ma’am. Just another second and it’ll be your turn to exit.” The man said. She hadn’t bothered to learn his name because his service was a one time deal. Gustus would be picking her up from the event at 11:00pm sharp. She looked to her watch, an overly expensive Hublot, and sighed. 8:00pm, on the dot. Three hours, just three hours. She could do this, it’s for the children. The door to the car was wrenched open and she stepped out quickly. She made her way inside the building, Polis, a posh hotel on the east side of the city.
She was greeted by the bright smile of a perky hostess. “Welcome to Arkadia Children’s Hospital’s Annual Benefit Gala, Miss Woods. If you would follow Jasper here, he will show you to your table.” The lanky boy smiled at her then turned and made his way inside the ballroom. It was the cocktail portion of the event, where people who don’t know or like each other pretended they do. They arrived at her table, at the very front of the seating area.
“Cocktails are being served now, unfortunately you missed the dinner service, but I can get you something if you’d like, Miss Woods.”
“Thank you Jasper, but that won’t be necessary.” He nodded and walked away. She still felt constricted, so she removed her jacket and placed it neatly on the back of her chair, leaving her in a deep red button down, her favorite black tie, perfectly tailored black slacks, and black Oxford’s. She was almost immediately tapped on the shoulder by an older man.
“Miss Woods, it’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Dante Wallace.” He smiled and offered his hand, which she took firmly and shook.
“Mr. Wallace, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” She smiled her best ‘I’m still not sure I know why I agreed to this’ smile.
“Firm handshake and well spoken, you’re a Woods through and through.” He laughed. “Usually your aunt attends this event. What had to transpire to get the CEO here?”
“Several scheduling conflicts. Indra was upset that she could not attend. She says this is her favorite event of the year.”
“I see. Well, you should meet my son. Cage, get over here.”
“Oh, there you are!” A slightly husky voice caught Lexa’s attention and she turned to look over her right shoulder to find a stunning blonde in a gorgeous navy blue gown. It fit her body like it was made specifically for her and the color made her eyes sparkle like sapphires in the sun. She immediately sidled up next to Lexa and placed a soft hand on her shoulder. “Excuse me Mr. Wallace, but may I steal Miss Woods? She promised me she would be on time, and she most decidedly was not. We bet a dance on it.”
Dante chuckled. “Of course, Dr. Griffin. The night is still young, I’m sure we will find each other again before it’s through.”
The blonde smiled and grabbed Lexa’s hand. “I’m sure. Follow me, Lexa. Dance floor is this way.” Unsure of exactly why, she followed the blonde to the dance floor until the reached the unoccupied center. The blonde turn toward her a offered her hand which was immediately taken. Lexa’s other hand went instinctively to her waist as they began to sway to the gentle music.
“I get the feeling I should thank you for saving me back there. Although I don’t know you’re name to do it properly.”
“Dr. Clarke Griffin.” The blonde smiled.
“Well, thank you very much for saving me back there, Dr. Clarke Griffin. I appreciate it.”
“It seems to me that you don’t want to be here.” Clarke assessed. Lexa took the opportunity to spin her partner slowly, bringing her back into the same position. “Tell me if I’m wrong.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Why are you?”
“Not many doctors look this good in evening wear.”
“I’m not sure many people in general look as good as you do in evening wear, Doc.”
The blonde blushed slightly at the compliment. “It’s my job tonight to make this list of rich suckers empty their pockets.”
Lexa raised a brow, but smiled softly. “Am I one of those rich suckers on you list?”
“You? No. Your company always makes the same donation every year for the past twenty five years. It far surpasses everyone else’s contributions.” Clarke looked her in the eye softly. “Why is that?”
Lexa gently lifted their joined hands and placed Clarke’s on her chest. Then grabbed her fingers and pushed the tips down so the blonde could feel the scar just over her heart. Clarke takes control back of her own hand and gently slides her fingers along the length of the scar.
“Careful, this is a thousand dollar custom Armani shirt.” She smirked. Clarke rolled her eyes playfully, then looked back to where her fingers were still pressed. “I was four when my parents and I were in an accident. They were okay, relatively, but I died three times that night before they could stabilize me. Twice more at the the children’s hospital. But the doctors and the nurses never gave up. I’m here because of them, and my parents were forever grateful.”
“Someone once said to me, the healing power of a person’s mind is never as strong as when they are a child.” Clarke quoted and Lexa hummed in agreement.
“What’s your specialty?”
“You’re sort of magnificently brilliant, aren’t you?” Lexa smiled softly as the doctor shrugged. “So, Dr. Griffin. If you’re here, dancing with me, who is wooing all the rich suckers?”
“Oh, well. I sort of had an idea.”
Lexa smiled and raised a brow. “What is that?”
“You don’t want to be here, and I don’t want to be pawed at by old men who had one too many scotches. Scotch? What’s the plural?” Lexa smirked and shrugged. “How about, for tonight, you’re my date? Pretend we’re together, and you can help me take these suckers to the cleaners and build a new oncology wing in the process. I’m sure you love a good swindling, Miss CEO.”
“I won’t even try to deny that, Doc.” Lexa chuckled. “It sounds like a fun. Besides, it’s for the children, right?”
“Right.” Clarke laughed and pulled her in closer, moving her arms around Lexa’s neck, while two hands were placed gently on her waist. “Spin us around, will you?” Lexa did as she was asked. “Okay, see the bald guy over my right shoulder? That’s Charles Pike. He’s the co-founder of A&P Incorporated.”
“They try to be direct competition for Woods Inc.”
“Correct. He has a lot of personal wealth. His company is nowhere near as generous as yours with their employees, which I am sure you know. His downfall is his ego.”
“I know exactly how to play this one. Follow my lead.” The blonde nodded as her arms fell to her side. The brunette looked almost reluctant to pull away from the doctor. She made her way off the dance floor and came to a stop about three feet from Charles Pike. “Look, Clarke, I can appreciate the fact that the hospital is looking to expand. It’s just a plain and simple fact that Woods Inc is not in a place to pledge any more funds this year. I’m sorry, but you’ll have to look else where. Excuse me.” She turned to head back toward the bar, and bumped straight into Pike.Causing his drink to slosh onto his tie. “Oh. Please excuse me, I wasn’t paying attention, I apologize.”
“Here, let me help.” Clarke chimed in, grabbing a napkin from a nearby table. She patted the man’s tie, until the stain was no longer visible.
“You’re Charles Pike, aren’t you?” Lexa feigned ignorance. “Nice to meet you sir, Lexa Woods.” She stuck her hand out in introduction, which was firmly ignored. “I apologize again for my inattention.”
“Not to worry, Woods. Us little folk will be alright without your white knight act.” Charles snapped quickly. “Now, Dr. Griffin, it sounded like Miss Woods here was denying your request for additional funds, it that correct?” “Why, yes sir. It is.” Clarke played along, and chanced a glance at Lexa who rolled her eyes and stepped back about ten feet. “She is an awfully pretty date, but a bit tight in the wallet.”
“I see.” Charles glanced over his shoulder at Lexa who was rolling up the sleeves on her overpriced shirt, flashing that fancy watch. “Well, maybe I could help the hospital out with some funds.”
Lexa made her way to the bar to order herself a drink, then realized she didn’t know what her ‘date’ would like. She glanced to the side of the bar to see an older couple talking. They were wearing name badges and she could just make out the name Griffin-Kane. She hesitated for a second before making her way over.
She approached the conversing couple and waited politely for a break in conversation. “Excuse me. I couldn’t help but notice you’re last name is Griffin-Kane. Would you by chance be related to Dr. Clarke Griffin?”
“I’m her mother, Dr. Abby Griffin-Kane and this is her step father Marcus Kane.” The older woman explained. The younger brunette stuck out her hand and introduced herself to them.
“Ma’am. I apologize, but your daughter has requested that I accompany her for the evening and I, well I don’t really know what she would like to drink. She’s doing such a good job of securing an extra donation from Mr. Pike right now.” Lexa looked over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of the blonde with her head tossed back in laughter, feeling an intense pull toward the infectious blonde. “I don’t think I should interrupt her.”
“Ah. I see. Well, she likes wine, reds mostly.” Abby revealed. “I’m glad to see you walking around here tonight Miss Woods. It’s not often I get to see my patients fight like you did and live.”
Lexa looked to her confused and Abby gave her a sad smile. “I’m sorry. What?”
“I was the doctor in the ER that night you came in. We nearly lost you three times. Scary situation for anyone, let alone a four year old.”
“I don’t really know what to say to that, except for thank you. I am very glad I have been able to live my life.”
“I don’t do this job for thanks Lexa. I do it for that dopey little smile you just had when you looked at my daughter.” And with that comment, a smirking Abby Griffin-Kane pulled something out of Lexa that no person has managed to since she was about sixteen. A blush.
“I um.” She stammered.
“Go get the wine Lexa.”
Lexa nodded. “Yes ma’am.” Then she allowed her feet to carry her back to the bar, where she ordered a glass of red wine and a scotch. She turned and headed back toward where she had left Clarke, to find her just stepping away from Pike with a small white envelope in hand.
“Mission accomplished. You were fantastic on that set up.”
Lexa smiled and handed her the glass. “Glad I could be of assistance. Here, your mother said you are a fan of reds.”
Clarke’s eyes went wide. “You spoke to my mother?”
“I did. Oh, and apparently she is the one who saved my life all those years ago.” If it were possible for the doctor’s eyes to go wider, they did. She didn’t say anything, but Lexa could feel it coming. “Yes, really.”
“She never told me that. Huh. Thank you for the wine.”
“Of course, I know how to treat a date.” Lexa smirked. “Now, who’s next.”
“We’ll I was thinking we hit up the old guys. I wore this dress for a reason, I barely need to speak with them before they pull out their wallets.”
“Clarke, you’re beautiful, and that dress is amazing. I don’t know how I feel about that whole scenario, though.” Lexa sighed.
“It’s okay Lexa, that wasn’t me being self-deprecating. I love my body. I am completely comfortable with it and the power it holds over dirty old men.” Lexa couldn’t help but chuckle at Clarke’s explanation and confidence.
“Alright, let’s do it.” Lexa relented. She held her arm out, bent at the elbow for the doctor to take. The first few tables, the men gawked at Clarke and were baffled by Lexa’s appearance at the event. They each coughed up a few grand. The fifth table is where they ran into trouble.
“Ah, Mr. Westin. Nice to see you again.” Clarke greeted the eighty-something year old man.
“The young Miss Griffin. Lovely as ever, please join me.” He gestured to the chair next to him. “Who is your friend, dear? She’s almost as lovely as you.” He said with his eyes glued to Clarke’s cleavage, which made Lexa cringe internally and clench her jaw tight.
“This is my date for the evening, Lexa Woods, CEO of Woods Inc. I’m sure a man of your business mind is familiar.” She took a the seat that was offered and nodded to Lexa to sit as well, which she did. “Lexa this is Baron Westin, but he goes by Barry.”
“Nice to meet you sir.” She leans over in her seat to shake his hand.
“Well, if my mind serves me right, I just shook hands with the youngest CEO of a Fortune 500 top 20 company ever.”
Lexa nodded. “That is correct sir, but I can’t take credit for any of it. It was all my father’s doing.”
“Well, isn’t that how it always goes, dear?” He put his hand on Clarke’s knee. “A good man builds a great thing and woman swoops in and takes it. Good thing I sold all my stock in Woods Inc when Henry passed.” Lexa sat up straight and tried her hardest to hold her tongue. “You know dear.” He cooed at Clarke. “That stock dipped twenty two percent that day. Strong men make the world go round.” His hand attempted to slide a bit higher and inward, but Lexa caught him firmly by the wrist.
“First off. Take your dirty, misogynistic hand off my date. Who is a doctor. Not miss or dear. She earned that title.” Lexa growled low, so no one outside of the three of them could hear. “Secondly, my father died, sir. How dare you suggest I stole something from him. Lastly, you are correct, the stock dipped when my father died, as all stocks do when they lose their founder. However, we’re up nine percent from where we were before that dip a year ago. So, you lost out Mr. Westin. Oh and Clarke, give him that envelope, because, Mr. Westin here is going to make a sizable donation tonight.”
He bawlked. “Now, why on earth would I do that?”
Lexa smirked. “Well, you see. Dr. Griffin is an employee of the hospital who’s putting on tonight’s event. That means, what you just did there to her, well she can claim that as sexual harassment suffered in the workplace. Do you really think hospital lawyers are just going to let that go?” They waited at the table long enough for him to sign the donation pledge, then Lexa grabbed Clarke’s had, intertwined their fingers and led them away from the table. She got about fifteen feet before she stopped abruptly. She turned to face Clarke, who was still holding her hand. “If I double everything in those envelopes, would you meet your goal?”
The doctor narrowed her eyes and furrowed her brow, looking confused. “Yes.”
“That would mean your work here is done and you could leave, right?”
“Yes. Yes, it would.”
“Good, because I could think of about a million of things that we could do that would be more fun than watching you get gawked at by the geriatric society.”
Clarke chuckled softly. “Is that your version if ‘let’s get out of here’?” Lexa smirked and nodded. “Meet me by the door in five minutes.”
The CEO gathered her jacket and moved toward the door then glanced at her watch. 9:49pm. She texted Gustus that she would not need his services tonight as she waited for Clarke, who appeared a moment later.
“Do you have a coat?”
“No, I got ready upstairs in my mom and Marcus’ room.” Lexa draped her jacket around her date’s shoulders then offered her arm again. As they hit the sidewalk outside, Lexa realized she did not have a plan.
“Where would you like to go, Doc?”
“Hmm. Surprise me.”
“Would you like to change, or are you comfortable?”
“Depends on where you’re taking me, Woods.”
“How do you feel about art?”
Clarke small smile quickly twisted into a full blown grin. “It’s high on my list of enjoyable things.”
“Well, what’s at the top?”
The grin turned into a smirk. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“I know a place, but we are a bit overdressed. I’m fine with that, because it happens to me all the time, but would you be okay?”
“Yes.” The blonde nodded eagerly. “Let’s go.” Lexa hailed a cab and they made their way across town. The car ride was quiet, but not uncomfortable. Clarke found herself playing with Lexa’s fingers on her left hand, then she flipped it over and traced the lines of her palm slowly.
“We’re here.” Lexa whispered. “Stay put for a second.” She slid out of the car, paid the driver and made her way around to the side Clarke was seated on. She opened the door and offered her date a hand, which was taken. They made their way inside of a small cafe.
“What is this place?”
“This is TonDC. It’s technically a bar.” Lexa explained. “But they showcase local artists, and all the walls are chalk board surface, so their patrons can participate in art as well.” She led Clarke to the first wall of artist submissions, hands still intertwined. They stood in front of the largest painting on the wall and studied it.
“This artist is very sad.” Clarke assessed. “It’s beautifully tragic.” Lexa hummed in agreement, before they were interrupted by a soft voice.
“Hello, and welcome to TonDC. Can I get you ladies anythi- oh, hey Lexa.”
Clarke watched as Lexa squared her shoulders slightly and bristled at the woman. “Costia. Hello, I was unaware you worked here.”
“It’s alright Lexa, we’re adults. Besides, Bellamy told me you come here often when he hired me.”
Lexa nodded stiffly. “This is Dr. Clarke Griffin. Clarke this is Costia Jones.”
“Nice to meet you, Miss Jones.” They shook hands softly.
“So, would you ladies like anything to drink?”
Lexa shook her head. “No thank you. I would like to show Clarke the roof.”
“Of course.” Costia pulled a key on a lanyard from her pocket and handed it over. Lexa reached for the doctor’s hand again and lead her through a back corridor and up a flight of stairs. She pushed open the door at the top and revealed a dark rooftop patio. She made her way over to a small covered area and flipped the power on, lighting the rooftop with soft white light.
“Lexa.” Clarke breathed out like a prayer, overwhelmed by the sight. “This is beautiful.” There was a large abstract mural on the wall of the building. Lexa made her way back over to where the doctor was approaching slowly, deciding to be bold, she brushed blonde hair of her shoulder and off to the side and slipped her arms around her waist from behind.
“You’re beautiful.” The CEO whispered and pressed a small kiss to Clarke’s bare shoulder. The doctor’s breath hitched and she turned in Lexa’s arms. She brought her hands to Lexa’s face, cupping it gently.
“I want to stop pretending now. You’re by far the best date I’ve ever had, and I need it to be real.” She leaned in slowly and pressed their lips softly together.
“I stopped pretending five minutes after you asked me.”
One Year Later
“You’re on time this year, Miss Woods. Does that mean Dr. Griffin won’t be stealing you away this time?” Dante Wallace laughed from next to Lexa in line for drinks.
“Not on my life Dante.” Clarke answered from behind him, making her way over. She stepped into Lexa’s space. “Hi.”
Lexa pecked her on the lips. “Hello, Love. How’s it going so far?”
“Decently, but I could use some assistance with Westin after you get our drinks. Oh and Mom and Marcus want to do drinks after.” Clarke kissed her again.
Lexa rolled her eyes at the mention of the old man’s name. “Westin’s here?”
“Not Barry. His son David.”
“Okay, why don’t you head over and I’ll join you as soon as I get the drinks.” Clarke nodded then kissed her cheek.
Summary(requested): You’re friends with benefits and get pregnant, leave, and see Michael two years later.
Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of sex.
Michael never seemed as if he wanted to make what you had a public thing, he’d always stay a distance from you in public, and if he did talk it was small chatter nothing more, but when you were alone it was a different story. He’d often bring you gifts, call you cute nicknames, kiss you, and hold you, He was like two different men.
“Do you think ya ever have children?” You ask, as you watch him dress, he quickly grabs his shoes from the floor that was cluttered with clothes, he took a seat next to you, smiling. “You think you’re pregnant right after we fucked?”
“No.” You swallow the lump in your throat, putting on a smile. “Don’t be silly, Mikey, I just carious.”
“I mean maybe, but not at the moment, I have no time to take care of me self.” You fake smile and nod, as slipped on his dress shoes. “I agree with you.”
He presses a kiss against your nose, and then your forehead, “I have to go love, fucking Tommy will kill me if I’m late again.”
“Bye.” You kiss his lips softly. “I’ll pick you up tonight, we’ll go for dinner, have a good day.” With one more kiss to the top of hair, he was gone, door slammed behind him. Little did he know you were pregnant, and leaving for London tonight.
You spend the rest of the day debating on if you should, but none would be fair to Michael, who has just finally found his family, he said it himself he was not ready to be a father, but you were not ready to leave him. you found your feelings growing stronger and stronger for the young Peaky Blinder.
Currently you stood shaking at the train station, the ticket wrinkling due to the grip of regret. You had to do this though, for Michael and for your baby. The moment the train whistle ripped the air, tears started flowing It was time to leave, leave him behind.
2 years later
You looked down at the beautiful little boy sleeping on your chest, He was the spitting image of his father, gorgeous brown locks, and beautiful red lips. With a quick jerk, the train stopped.
After two years you finally worked up the nerve to come back, come back to see your mother and let her see her grandchild for the first time ever. “Mummy?” Your son groaned, rubbing his eyes, looking up at you.
“Time to go meet your granny, baby.” He smiled from cheek to cheek, so excited to finally meet her, especially since you talked about how an amazing person she is, and the wonderful pastries she makes.
The moment Wallace met your mother it was instant love, and couldn’t tear him from his granny, she offered many time for you two to stay with her, to live her, she could get you a job at the Garrison now that her new husband Harry was the owner.
“Honey Wallace will love it here.” She sways, “You grew up here, you belong here with your family.” She was right, you missed your family, In London it was just you and Wallace, no friends or family. When you agree, she assisted on celebrating, sending you and Wallace out to get goodies for her to make.
The walk through the town was just what you needed, the memories came flooding back, the dreams and hopes that were thought of right in this very town. Finally you reached the market, holding Wallace’s hand to have him pull away, “Mummy you don’t need to hold my hand!”
“I forgot my baby’s all grown.” You smile, poking his cheek. You examined the apples, looking for your mum’s favorite, the green ones, after looking for the non-bruised, and sweetest, you turn to show Wallace, but he wasn’t there.
“Wallace?” You ask, eyes searching everywhere. “Wallace?” You cry, now speed walking through the market, he was no where to be found. Tears began to fall due to the fear of your son missing, unsafe.
“Excuse me Miss?” A man ask, you turn around only noticing your son in his arms. You quickly take him, hugging him, “Oh you scared me so much boy, You know to stay next to me!”
“(Y/N)?” The moment your eyes met with Michael’s, you began to panic inside. His eyes studied you, then the boy who similarly represented him. “W-Where have you been?” He tried to hide the breaking of his heart.
You left him heart broken two years ago, as he still found himself the same, not interested in anyone else really, a few one night stands but since you left, he’s not cared for anyone, but you.
“Michael.” You say softly, “Thank you for finding him.” Placing Wallace on the ground, cupping his hand.
Michael quickly cut in, not allowing you to leave this conversation. “Can you take you two out for dinner? I have so many questions.”
“It’s not the best time -” Wallace cut you off, “I’m hungry mum!” You sigh looking up at Michael, as he stood, his thoughts being confirmed, he was your son.
Michael took you both to a nice place, that was kid friendly. After eating your meal, with lots of small talk, and awkward silence you where hoping you could leave. “Mummy, can I go play with the other kids?”
You sigh, nodding, and turning back to face Michael. “How old is he?”
“Two years of age.” You mumble, Michael couldn’t help but connect the dots. “Is that why you asked how I felt about children?” His voiced dripped anger. He quickly took a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it up, something new about him; smoking.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You argue standing your ground., “I met a man in London.” Michael laughed to himself, taking a drag, blowing the smoke around the room. “You don’t think I can’t notice my own son? He looks just like me fucking twin.”
“I don’t know who you think you are.” As you noticed Wallace listening to you both, “You definitely didn’t raise him, he may be your son, but you did not raise him!“ You paused, “And who even said you could curse or smoke in front of my son!”
“Clear the fucking room!” Michael roared as people quickly shuffled out of the room, leaving empty tables all over the room, and Wallace now left alone.
“I am leaving.” You stood to only get stopped by Michael, his hand catching yours. “I’m sorry, I just want to talk.” He puts the cig out smoke now slowly disappearing, “I will not curse I promise.”
You sit back down, looking at Wallace playing with blocks. “Is this why you left?” You nod, “You said you weren’t ready. I wasn’t going to stick the responsibility on you.”
“He is my son.” Michael argues, “It isn’t a responsibility, it’s my job as a man.” You nod, tears growing in yours eyes. “You wouldn’t even show me to the public I thought the same for our son.”
“I loved you! I would’ve told anyone if they asked but they never did. They mind their business.” Tears now fell down your cheeks, “I didn’t know, I thought you didn’t want anything more.”
Michael groaned in anger, “Enough arguing, I have just met my son and would like to spend time with him.” He took off his hat, placing it on the table, his hands running through his hair. “We will talk about this later, but I am glad to see that beautiful face again.
You smile at him softly, wiping the tears from your face. “Wallace come here.” Wallace was quick to jump on your lap. Wallace often wondered why he didn’t have a father like everyone else, sometimes make one up to be like the other kids. He smiled cheek to cheek the moment you told him the respectful, whole man in front of him was his own.
You couldn’t help but notice the tears in Michael’s eyes as Wallace ran to his side of his table, jumping on his lap and hugging him. Between you and Wallace he didn’t know what to cry over.