Happy Birthday to my bae of life, my tumblr bestie, the ever-amazing @maiabaneway. Here’s a BatMaia drabble, dedicated to you like you requested because you deserve the world and so much more.
“Oceanography and Marine Biology. An introduction to Marine Science.”
Maia looked up from the beer she’d been building and met warm brown eyes twinkling back at her. Bat nodded as he ran his fingers over the front page of the textbook Maia had brought with her with the hope that she’d get some reading done in between her shift and be able to pull off her assignment.
She hadn’t gotten any reading done.
“I didn’t know you were a student,” Bat said.
“Yeah well. I’m taking classes online. Hopefully I’ll be able to transfer to Columbia sometime this year.” Her hand reached to self-consciously rub at the scar on her neck, but stopped when Bat’s fingers wrapped around hers, his expression one of concern, awe, and that lingering appraisal that she always skirted away from. She knew that look. Had been the recipient of that look for way too long. Except, there was something about the way Bartholomew Velasquez stared at her that made her breath catch, sent tingles down her spine and had her swallowing.
She did right then, tongue flicking out to whet her suddenly dry lips.
Bat’s eyes caught the movement and darkened, before they flickered up to meet her. And then he schooled his expression, smiled, released her hand and stepped away from the bar. “You should be proud.” At her confused expression, he nudged his chin at her textbook. “Not many people would continue with their dreams in light of…” He gestured at the Hunter’s Moon and the numerous Downworlders that filled the bar.
Something about the tone had Maia look at him sharply. She’d had that exact same expression shortly after she’d been turned. It took Luke pushing and prodding her to keep at her dreams and sign up for school. And even with that, she’d wasted months believing that her life was over and there was no way she could have a semblance of a normal life. There was no way in hell she was going to let Bat fall into that same trap. “You can have it all you know,” she murmured. Bat braced both hands on the bar and leaned forward, the scent of his sandalwood aftershave washing over her in waves. She so didn’t need to know what the man smelt like.