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Dreams and Reality | Bruce Wayne/Batman x OC!Magician ft Justice League Dark [Part 3/3]

Synopsis: After speaking with the Endless, Vivian falls asleep and for the first time sees the beauty of the Dreaming, and sharing it with her is her husband, and both are given a surprise by Morpheus.

Bruce has perfect the art of microsleeps and meditation, which is how he is able to function even without a full night's rest, but tonight he must sleep. A real and deep sleep that would make him dream. He never liked to dream, not for a long time. Since he was a boy his dreams would be of Crime Alley, after watching Zorro with his parents, the gunman – Joe Chill – and the pain and fear of going through all of it again.

But for the past twenty years, his dreams were no longer the nightmare of that night, either it would simply be darkness, his mind still running about a certain case, or Vivian. Just Vivian.

As they prepared for sleep, Bruce felt uneasy. How could he just sleep after what happened early tonight? It was a rough night in Gotham with criminals running rampant, acting on their impulses and desires, then there was the case of Vivian's father appearing after forty years of being gone with the revelation of him being an Endless. Specifically the anthropomorphic personification of Dream. Then Vivian having to face the wraiths of Sinner's Nine and the Endless (all of them this time) all on her own. Well, she had John Constantine with her the entire time, but John claimed he wasn't much help at all. He was just there as a spectacle.

After the Batfamily helped GCPD with arresting the criminals, a raven appeared on the hood of the Batmobile and spoke. Yes, the raven spoke to him. The raven said his name was Matthew, he was Dream's raven, and that Vivian and John were back. Both unharmed. Batman and the Robins, mainly Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, Robin, and Orphan ran to meet with Vivian to see how she was.

She was, indeed, back and was having a drink with Alfred, Midnite, and John in the shop. All speaking about what has occurred in her meeting with the Endless, and her plans to pay a visit to Hell about the wraiths.

Vivian greeted him then as if it were a normal day of him coming back from a mission for the League with a, “welcome back, how's everything?” He was both annoyed and glad to see her back to her old-self that he brought her to an embrace and kissed her deeply. They went home soon after discussing the meeting with the Endless and after learning from Signal that all of the criminals they were chasing were suddenly sleeping in the middle of the road.

“It's Lord Morpheus’ way of apologizing for the mess the family has done,” Vivian told Duke and the others. “Go home everyone. Rest up, we have an early start tomorrow with the holidays.”

“Can we start a little late?” Steph asked through their comms.

“But —” Damian began but one look from Jason and Dick, he huffed and said, “Fine! But we better still be doing everything.”

“Fine!” The rest groaned and ended the call.

Saying goodbye and thank you to Papa Midnite and Constantine, the Waynes left for home, where they were faced with a cold draft with a huge hole at the sitting room wall. Vivian magically repaired it with a wave of a hand and went straight to the bedroom where she and Bruce were now.

Both sitting on their bed, dressed appropriately for sleep, and Vivian asking Bruce to sleep.

“It's not like I can control it, Viv,” Bruce joked.

“Do you need any help with it?” Vivian beckoned him to lay on her lap. “Come on.”

“What about you?” Bruce asked as he laid his head on her lap, from this angle he could clearly see how deep the scratches of the wraith were on her shoulder, while there was a scar there was an indent.

“I can sleep and be off to dreamland faster than you. You on the other hand, I need to lull you to sleep and not the type of sleep you've been doing for the past twenty years.”

“There is another way that would get me to sleep like that.”

“We're not facing my Endless father right after sex,” Vivian started massaging his temples and head.

“He won't know.”

“He will. Just close your eyes, you stubborn man.”

Bruce chuckled but then hummed in how good it felt to be massaged. He remembered the first time Vivian did something like this for him. It was when he refused to go to sleep after thirty-six hours of being awake. She made him change out of his Batman uniform and head to bed where she massaged his head until he had fallen asleep.

“It's not working this time,” Bruce murmured.

“What would help?” Vivian asked in a whisper.

“Lay down with me,” Bruce went to his spot in their bed and opened his arms for her.

Vivian laid down, getting under the covers and snuggled into her husband's embrace where she acted a big spoon. “Better?” She yawned.

“Yes,” Bruce said against the skin of her neck. “Much better… I almost lost you today, I want to hold you tonight.”

“You will always have me, Bruce,” Vivian brushed his hair, trying to lull him to sleep. “Go to sleep or else I'll,” a yawn. “I'll knock you out.”

“Like you can.”

“Don't test me…”

~*~

It was the steps leading to the throne atop that caught her eye, followed by the three stained glass windows behind it that represented a being of different shapes, always changing, a garden filled with trees and mountains, then an abstract. Nothing yet, she guessed, or maybe there was something there before.

“The Major Arcanas,” Dream's voice came. The Endless stood behind her with him was a being that was not entirely human, given the pointed ears and the fact they exist in the Dreaming.

“This is the Dreaming,” Vivian concluded. “And this is your throne room.”

“In a sort of way,” Dream fidgeted. “Vivian, I would like to introduce to you Lucienne. Lucienne has been the chief librarian and trusted guardian of the Dreaming for the longest time. Lucienne, my daughter, Vivian Pryor.”

Lucienne approached her and bowed. “My Lady.”

“Wow, I will not get used to that — Vivian's fine or Viv, whichever you prefer,” Vivian held out her hand to Lucienne.

The dream looked at her hand for a moment, unsure on what to do, but then took it and shook gently. “A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Viivian,” Lucienne greeted. “I do hope all is in order in the Waking World.”

“Yes. I’m sorry if it took us a while to get to sleep. Our family are a bunch of night owls.”

Lucienne smiled and then asked for leave to go to the library. Dream lets Lucienne return to their duties, leaving Dream and Vivian in the throne room.

“I hope to speak to you first before we visit your husband in his dream,” Dream sat on the step that led to his throne.

Vivian followed after him and sat beside the Endless. As she sat there with him, she realized she wore the black dress that Midnite gave her earlier. It seems to have attached itself to her. “I hoped for that too. So much has happened in the past six hours. My whole life suddenly changed.”

“How so?”

“Firstly my father turns out to be an Endless, and is Morpheus, the god of dreams, who I would read about in my books and studies,” Vivian counted. “Then there's the fact that my mother is actually an immortal witch who gave up her immortality and magic to hide me from you and seal this power…”

“Which do you want to talk about first?”

“I think the hardest part to grasp is about Mom,” Vivian said as she looked into the distance. “She hid so much from me. It hurts to know that I never really knew her at all.”

“I understand your sadness to learn about your mother in such a manner. I would have told you gradually if I had known Madeline had never told you.”

“So, what was she like? What made the King of Dreams fall for a witch in Gotham?” Vivian leaned back, resting on her elbows and legs stretched out, ready to listen. “And no need for the slideshow, I am more than comfortable with the story being told and not flashed before me.”

Dream smiled. “Madeline Pryor was the daughter of a High Priestess of their coven. But that coven dissolved after countless in fighting. After her mother's death, Madeline lived as a village healer. Making medicine for everyone who needed it, she also taught so many people. She was the only woman who could read then, it was one thing to know how to read, then it was another to know how to read and speak another language.

“Many already feared her but none made a move to kill her, despite the witch hunts, in fear of being cursed by her.”

“So, they knew,” Vivian asked, but it sounded more like a statement.

“Yes. Madeline was never discreet. She would heal the incurable illnesses, mend the unmendable bones… and to children, she brought stories and hope. She told many stories, acted them as well. She loved children but no one would marry her because she was a witch. Even when she tried to seduce someone, they were too afraid.

“I was infatuated with her, for her mind and her compassion. I courted her but Madeline wished to have children, but it is known that to be involved with an Endless will be her demise. For her sake, I simply courted but never acted on our desires.”

“Was there love?” Vivian sat up and looked her father in the eye.

“Yes, there was. A mutual love and care for one another. Then, Gisella Sinner came. Sinner caught her husband speaking to Madeline once. Both are fond of the conversation. Then again at another time. Then again. And she noticed how her husband would always insist on getting the medicine from Madeline despite there being another healer in the village.

“It was jealousy that had Sinner to cast a spell of illness that killed many children and blamed Madeline's witchcraft to be the cause, and she was the one who gave them — in the guise of an angel — the chains that stopped her from using magic. Madeline was about to die in the stake, but she would not die alone. She told everyone that Gisella and her daughters were witches too. They were not lies, not truly, but she caused the brutal and torturous deaths of Gisella and those girls, and the hanging of Gisella's husband.

“I saved her from that pyre but after that, I could not look at her for what she had done to the Sinners, so I left her. Three hundred years ago, I did not see her. I only knew what has become of her — immortality, her marriages, the stillbirths. Until I was captured by Roderick Burgess.”

“Burgess?” Vivian said. “The Magus? They say he had the devil in his basement… that was you. Burgess captured you.”

“Yes. For nearly a century I was his captive. Until I was able to escape. I journeyed to collect my tools and fix the Dreaming, but then I heard her voice again. She has not aged and she was a social worker, helping those in the clinic and teaching children still. After three centuries she still holds affection for me, and I to her. Then she asked me the first favor she ever asked. She asked me if I could give her a child. That was the one dream she will always want. Many months later you were born.”

This time Dream was unable to keep his promise in telling the story, he summoned a vision of the time he visited Madeline in the hospital after she gave birth. The vision showed Dream reaching for the infant and holding her close. A father holding his daughter.

“I was to raise you with her, just as I raised my other children before you,” Dream’s smile fell as the vision showed the room where Madeline slept peacefully with an infant Vivian sleeping in her crib then the bright light came through the window and found its home in her. “Then the Phoenix found its host in you. An infant. The next time I visited, I felt its presence, and knew it would be too dangerous for an untrained infant to hold such power. I told Madeline that I must take you back to the Dreaming where I can contain the power.”

“You were going to take me away,” Vivian sighed and wiped away the vision, making it disappear like smoke. “No wonder she hated you and hid us both from you.” Getting up, Vivian began to pace around the throne room. “You scared her. You were going to take away the only dream she has ever wanted.”

“I regret doing so,” said Dream. “I tried searching for you and Madeline but my duties to my realm needed me. I had duties to fix the Dreaming. The next I knew, Madeline was murdered brutally. Worse of all, it was one of my creations who killed her.”

“What do you mean?” Vivian turned to him.

The abstract stained glass slowly transformed to the face of a man with dark glasses. “The Corinthian was one of my nightmares. He killed Madeline, took her eyes. It was my sister, Death, who told me.”

“He did it?” Vivian’s lips quivered. “What did he do to her eyes?”

“He ate them.”

Vivian turned away from the image of the Nightmare on the stained glass. Memories of that night came back, along with the nightmare she saw when she was infected with Scarecrow's fear toxin. “They say,” she began. “That her murderer was killed in some sort of sick Serial Killer convention. Was that you?”

Dream nodded. “I turned him back to my sand, a part of me. Humanity is not ready for the Corinthian.”

“Is there more I should know?” Vivian sighed.

“I hope for you to see more of the Dreaming,” Dream got up from the step. “But we can do that at another time. Now, we must find your husband. He is a light sleeper, and I feel that he will wake soon.”

Vivian laughed. “Yeah, he is.”

~*~

It was a nightmare that haunted him. As much as he wanted to have dreams, despite his happy life there are still some things that haunted Bruce Wayne in his sleep. His parents death, Jason’s death, and Helena’s death. He tried so hard to have good dreams but in this world he was not in control.

Nightmare after nightmare haunted him. The gunman in the alleyway, the Joker beating Jason and eventually killing him, and Helena…

One moment he and Vivian were happily preparing the nursery, thinking of names. He would press his ear to Vivian’s womb just so he could hear and feel their daughter growing inside her. Then suddenly she was gone and all because he was not there to anticipate Two-Face’s plans.

All because Bruce Wayne believed in Harvey Dent’s recovery.

“Mr. Wayne, we did the best we could. Mrs. Wayne will be fine but the baby…”

Bruce couldn’t move from where the seat he was on. He couldn’t remember exactly what happened then but he was sure Alfred was there and Tim. Tim was there, and he was calling Dick and Jason on the phone but this time he was just alone, and on his lap was the glass that held the wrapped body of his daughter. The glass box he buried in their garden.

“Bruce,” it was Vivian’s voice.

Looking up, Bruce was met by the sight of Vivian standing before him, holding him. Smiling sadly.

This wasn’t how this dream goes.

She wouldn’t appear until later. Until he goes through those doors and finds her body mutilated. Dead.

“My love,” Vivian knelt before him and held his hands. The box that held their daughter’s body was gone, and so were the others in that hall. It was just them, or so he thought. Dream stood far from where they were, watching as the couple mourned still.

“It wasn’t your fault,” Vivian whispered to him. “It’s been years now.”

“I believed in him, Viv,” Bruce said. “I let our daughter die because I believed in him. In his recovery. If I had just –”

“If you had, then what would make you different from the rest of them? It wasn’t your fault. It is neither our fault,” and thought hard, Vivian finally admitted. “And it wasn’t Harvey’s. It was Two-Face. Harvey was just — it was just his body we saw. But he would never harm our Helena.”

“How many more, Viv? How many more must die because I choose to prioritize my mission?”

“No more… That's why I’m here. To help you. That’s why Dick and the others are here, to help you…” Vivian pressed her forehead on his. “Please, my love, it’s time we move on. We don’t have to forgive but we can start again.”

Vivian got up and pulled Bruce to his feet. Still holding his hand, she led him to the door where Dream stood. It was that door he would find Vivian mutilated and dead.

“No, wait,” Bruce stopped them. “No, no.”

“Bruce —”

“If you go in there, you’ll die.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

“How can you promise that?”

“Close your eyes, Bruce,” Vivian brought her hands to his temples and rubbed circles to ease his mind. “Close your eyes and take a step.”

She held his hands and they both stepped forward. Then another, and another, until he suddenly couldn’t hear his shoes tapping on the hospital floor but there was the rustling of the grass with the wind. The crunching of them under his feet, and the smell of the wind, and a stream. Opening his eyes, Bruce saw a haven. Nature was the only thing he could say, they were surrounded by nature of all kinds. And it was beautiful there.

“Is this heaven?” He asked, almost scoffing.

Vivian laughed. “I don’t think that’s part of the Dream Lord’s realm, my love.”

“This is Fiddler’s Green,” Dream explained. “A place of everlasting joy.”

“What are we doing here?” Bruce asked.

Vivian shrugged. “This is my first time here, I’m still getting used to all this realm-thing.”

Bruce only hummed in amusement and offered his arm for Vivian to hold.

“There is something I would like to show you both. But first, Wayne,” Dream stood before Bruce. “We did not start on good terms.”

“You did just have Constantine piss off my wife, barged into my home, brought wraiths which attacked my wife, and left a hole in my sitting room’s wall.”

Dream only looked at him and hummed. They were not sure if it was of displeasure or amusement. Nonetheless, Dream continued, “But I thank you for loving my daughter. If it would please you, I can help stop the nightmares from coming.”

“I don’t like it when people and Endless mess with my head.”

Dream frowned and turned to his daughter.

“He’s a stubborn man,” Vivian shrugged.

“Very well, then I hope this would give you a moment of joy,” Dream called for Lucienne. But it was Matthew who came, the raven flew across Fiddler’s Green and settled on the ground before telling them, “Sorry boss, transport’s a little slow but they’ll be here.”

Dream nodded. “Then we shall meet them halfway. Come,” he told the couple.

As they walked forward, following Dream, the Endless spoke, explaining to them how the Dreaming and his powers work, and how all of this came from him, from the dreams to the nightmares. Everything they touched was Dream and they were alive. Even Fiddler’s Green has a human form who claimed the name Gilbert.

“I am sure you noticed the blank glass in the throne room?” Dream asked Vivian.

“You have a throne room?” Bruce asked.

“Yeah. You said that was where the Nightmare, the Corinthian, was,” answered Vivian.

“Yes. I have yet created a nightmare to fill the gap that the Corinthian left in the Major Arcanas, but I believe a new dream would fit it nicely. The Corinthian was supposed to reflect the darkness that humanity could not confront in itself. But after the events that led to so much pain and death, including your Mother’s death, I believe humanity is not ready for such a concept… maybe they must first learn to confront the faults they blame themselves, to learn how to move forward from grief.”

Not far, two figures appeared walking towards them. One was Lucienne, and the other was a little girl wearing a white black dress. The closer they got, Vivian and Bruce could see the features of the girl: around five years of age, long red hair that framed her face, a button nose, pink lips, a round shaped face, and blue eyes with long lashes.

She had no hair yet, but I could see that she was going to have red hair, like her mother. Her eyes were blue, like her father. Vivian remembered Death’s words as she told her about her Helena.

“My Lord,” Lucienne greeted. “I have brought with me the new Major Arcana. Helena.”

“Thank you, Lucienne,” Dream turned to the couple as they looked at the child before them. “She does not have a concrete form. Helena transforms before the eyes of each dreamer. She represents the grief and guilt mortal carry and cannot move on…

“It was Death who told me about Helena’s death. And I could only imagine the grief you both felt then, that I too felt it. So, I created a dream which I named after your daughter. Helena.”

“Hello!” Helena waved at them with her bright smile.

“How you see her is how you remember her. How you dreamt she would look like.”

Vivian and Bruce knelt before the dream both completely speechless as they looked at the child before them. Reaching out, Vivian tucked back a piece of the child’s red hair and caressed her cheek.

“May I… may I hold you, Helena?” Vivian asked.

“Yes, you may,” Helena answered with her sweet and angelic voice.

Helena walked towards her wrapped Vivian to an embrace. To touch the daughter she never saw nor heard, tears fell from Vivian’s eyes and she held the girl tight. “I know that you’re not really her but… Helena,” Vivian cried. “My darling, Helena, they took you from us too early. You were like an ocean who made its mark on me and when you died, there was a hole in my chest that can never be filled. But everyday I try to move on, there is still the pain of never seeing you grow up, but holding you now. Thank you… thank you for giving us that moment of happiness.”

Helena snuggled in Vivian’s embrace. Letting go, Helena smiled sadly at Vivian and wiped her tears, then she turned to Bruce. She stood there waiting for him to make a move or to ask to hold her just as Vivian did, but Bruce was silent and still.

Until he sat down on the ground, fully, and just looked at her. “Would she have ever forgiven me for not protecting her and her mother?” Bruce asked about the dream. ‘Would you?”

Helena only walked towards him and brought Bruce to an embrace. “I wish this brings you dreams and not nightmares from now on,” Helena whispered. “You are plagued with so many nightmares that you rarely sleep at all.””

“May I carry you, Helena?” Bruce asked.

“Yes, you may,” Helena answered.

Bruce wrapped his arms around the dream and carried the little girl. And in that moment, his dream of holding his daughter came true and he held her tight. Bruce then had the girl sit on his shoulders, making Helena laugh, and reached out to hold Vivian’s hand. They walked down the path following the stream in Fiddler’s Green and settled just under the tree where they spent the remaining time they slept dreaming the life they imagined with the daughter they lost.

~*~

“It is time, you will wake any moment now,” Dream approached the couple where they sat by the stream with the dream.

Helena got up, not minding if her dress got wet from the water and crossed to join Lucienne. She turned back to Vivian and Bruce and said, “thank you, I had a lovely time!” and waved at them before walking back from whence she came with Lucienne.

“Thank you, Lord Morpheus,” Vivian said to him. “Until the next family dinner then, I guess?”

Dream nodded. “Until the next dinner.”

~*~

Bruce and Vivian woke up near noon. The couple were still in each other’s embrace but now it was Vivian who was being held by her husband. Opening their eyes, they were still in the darkness brought by their heavy curtains, but it did not hide from Bruce the puffy eyes that Vivian had, as if she had been crying all this time.

“That was a nice dream,” Bruce spoke.

“It was… we got to spend time with our daughter.”

“We did,” Bruce pressed a kiss on her forehead.

“Did it help? Seeing her.”

“It gave me peace of mind. You?”

Vivian nodded. “I think I would like to see Harvey one day. Talk to him.”

“He would like that, Viv.”

The knock on their door pulled the husband and wife from their tender moment. It was Damian, the boy opened the door even without waiting for their response and he looked at them with a pointed look.

“I was wondering when you were getting up, Alfred said not to disturb you both because you looked like you were having a good dream,” said Damian as he walked toward Vivian’s side of the bed.

“Good morning to you too, sweetheart,” Vivian messed with Damian’s hair.

“Well, were you?”

“Were we what?” Bruce asked.

“Having a good dream.”

Smiling, Bruce said, “We were. A gift from Lord Dream.”

Damian hummed in response. “I see. If you can, tell the Dream Lord to stay out of my dreams. I don’t need them.”

“That’s not how it works,” Vivian said. “It’s you who enters the — nevermind. Just offer a twinkie to him if you want him to lay off with the dreams. He’d appreciate it. So, what’s for today’s agenda?”

“Considering you both have slept through family breakfast and the morning preparations, and Alfred had all your meetings moved for tomorrow, what is left for today is the snowball fight. But as you and Father collect yourselves and have your breakfast at noon, Thomas and I will be at the animal shelter. Grayson mentioned that he and Kane will visit the Martha Wayne Foundation to volunteer. The others will also do their work. For you both, stay here until we return.”

With that, Damian left, slamming the door after him.

“Did he just put us on house arrest?” Vivian said.

“He did.”

“Well, we can’t have that,” Vivian got out of bed. Get dressed, wear something warm. “We’ll drop by my father’s house today.”

“Viv, it’s almost midnight there.”

“He’ll be awake. They all will. Come on, he needs to know about Dream and about Mom.”

Bruce nodded. “You’re right.”

~*~

Just as Vivian said, Adam was still awake at this time. Despite his old age, Adam Royce could still pull off all-nighters and take walks in the cold. When they arrived at her old home, she found the place locked and she and Bruce waited outside until the old man returned home. When Adam Royce came back from whence he came — most probably the pub, drinking with some friends — he was surprised by the sight of his daughter and son-in-law sitting in the cold.

“Vee, what are you doing here?” Adam hastily walked through the gates and greeted his daughter with an embrace. “You should have told me!”

“It was a spur of the moment decision, Dad,” Vivian told him.

“Bruce,” Adam patted the man on his shoulder and asked if he could open the door for him.

Bruce reached for the spare key hidden in the doorbell and unlocked the door for all of them.

“Where are Olivia and Oliver?” Vivian asked.

“They’ll be here for the holidays, don’t worry. It won’t be just me, but I do not mind if it was. Lenny from the pub has invited me to join them in the celebrations. So, what brings you both here? Don’t tell me you’ll be celebrating the holidays here — I have nothing in that fridge to feed your entire family. Especially the children!”

“Actually,” Vivian helped her father to sit in his favorite chair. “Bruce and I were hoping you would celebrate the holidays with us at Gotham. You, Oliver and Olivia, and their families.”

Adam smiled. “I’d love to, love, but there aren’t any flights now, innit? Too late to book now.”

“Dad, I got us both here by portal. I can open a portal for us now so you can go there and be back here if you like your bed so much,” said Vivian.

Adam shrugged. “Forty years, and I still can’t get used to your magic,” he laughed. “Have you, Bruce?”

Bruce chuckled. “I still wonder how she was able to put a snake in her pocket, and sometimes I still get spooked when things start to move in the manor. But Adam, we would like you to be there for the holidays.”

Adam sighed, turning to his daughter he brushed her cheek and said, “how can I say no to this one? Besides, I’ve been wanting to see the boys and the girl you adopted.”

“Cassandra will be fond of you, Dad,” Vivian held his bony hands. “Dad, there is also another reason why we came here… there’s something you should know.”

“This sounds serious,” Adam said.

“It is.”

“There’s two things you need to know.”

“Three things,” Bruce corrected her, catching Vivian’s attention. “There’s three things you need to know.”

“Bruce…”

“It’s about time that he knew, Viv… we’ve known each other for more than twenty years now, and we’ve been family since then. I should have — we should have told them the moment we married.”

“Told me what?” Adam asked. “What is this, Vee?”

“I think I should go first,” said Vivian. “Last night, I met my biological father, Dad.” Adam Royce froze and for a moment his face turned pale. “He asked help from John Constantine to find me, and John brought him to our home. Dad, say something, please.”

Adam cleared his throat. “You finally met the Sandman.”

“You knew?”

“Of course, I did, Vee.”

“But what about the thing with Mom, she was a —”

“A three-hundred-year-old witch?” Adam had a knowing smile. “Your mother told me the moment she tried to break up with me because she thought it would just be too complicated. But it was at that moment that I didn’t care, I loved her. That was all I cared about. I love her and the little girl she had. All I cared about was you and her.”

“Then the Sandman, you knew about him.”

“Aye, I did. How is he then? Does he know about Madeline?”

“Yes, he does,” Vivian decided not to tell him about the Corinthian being a nightmare of Lord Dream. “He found out from his sister, Death.”

“I see. Is that why you came here, Vee? To tell me?”

Vivian nodded. “You deserve to know. You loved us so much — you took me as if I was your own and I… I just felt like I was betraying you when I was easily forgiving him after all this time.”

Adam sighed and beckoned Vivian to his embrace. “My sweet, sweet girl,” Adam rubbed her back. “There is nothing for you to be guilty about. He is your father. And even when he is an all powerful Dream Lord, I will not let him take you from me. You are my sweet girl, my Vee.”

Vivian held her father tight and said, “I miss you, Dad.”

“I miss you too, love. You should visit more often.”

“I know, and I’m so sorry.”

Pulling away, Adam cupped his daughter’s face and squeezed her cheeks, just as he would when she was little, and it made her laugh. It always does.

“All is well between us, Vivian. Nothing has changed. Nothing will change.”

Vivian nodded and welcomed her father’s kiss on her forehead.

“Now, what is this other secret that you two have been keeping from me?” Adam turned to Bruce.

Bruce got up and went to close the curtains and locked the door first.

“Must be really bad for you to lock me in my home,” Adam joked.

“Somewhat,” Bruce said and stood before Adam as he shrugged off his coat and pulled off his turtleneck.

“Hold it, son!” Adam stopped him. “Are you broke? Are you here to tell me that you’re broke and now you’re stripping to keep a roof over my daughter?”

“What?!” Vivian exclaimed. “No! Dad, No! We’re not broke — and Bruce is not a stripper!”

“Why did you think I was in the first place?” Bruce asked.

“Because you’re stripping right in front of me!” Adam exclaimed.

“No, he’s not!” Vivian then ripped open Bruce’s button shirt, startling the two men. “He’s Batman, Dad!” Under the shirt and the turtleneck, Bruce works the Batsuit. The Bat insignia at the very middle.

“Ye, could’a start with that than stripping right in front of me!” Adam told them.

“You’re not angry that I’m?” Bruce trailed off.

“No, I’m not, why the bloody hell would I?!”

“Considering the danger it would mean for Vivian.”

“She’s got magic, she’ll live. What I’m pissed off about is how she can easily rip off a man’s shirt without trouble as if she’s done it before!”

“Dad, I’m married!” Vivian argued.

“I don’t need to know what goes on in the bedroom! Good God, Vee! And I thought catching you and that Constantine-prick in your bedroom would be the last!”

Bruce frowned at that knowledge. “You slept with Constantine in this house?”

“He was my boyfriend, Bruce. Yes, I did!” Vivian said.

“Aye, caught them in the act too! Chased the bastard down the street with his willie waddling between his legs,” said Adam.

Bruce hummed in annoyance.

“I bet you enjoyed the show your husband was putting,” Adam told his daughter.

“I can’t believe that you’re more pissed at the fact that I ripped off my husband’s shirt in front of you than the fact that he’s Batman and we’ve been hiding that from you for more than twenty years!”

“I was SAS, Vee! There are things that even you still don’t know I did then! You telling me your husband is someone running around in a bat-costume is nothing compared to the things I’ve seen!”

As Bruce put on his shirt and turtleneck again, he watched as Adam and Vivian go on and on arguing about the stupidest thing there is. Between Adam and Dream, Bruce can say Adam was his favorite in-law.

~ Extra Ending ~

After a long and fun day with the family, everyone went home or to their rooms. Surprisingly, Adam, Oliver and Olivia and their family decided to accept the invitation to sleep in the manor that night. Olivia had two reasons though: they had no room in their old house and she promised the boys and Cassandra that she’ll go with them in whatever they said they have planned. Also, there the fact that Oliver wanted his son to meet his cousins.

Retreating to their bedroom, Vivian sat before her vanity to remove her earrings and brush her hair. “Are you going on patrol tonight?”

“Just for a couple of hours. Kate mentioned that there’s not much activity tonight. I think Dream still has some of the criminals sleeping earlier than usual.”

Vivan chuckled.”I’ll tell him to lay off. We have a couple of hours left before your night-shift. Do you want to lay down and just cuddle until I fall asleep or do you want to take the time to get some actual rest before you head out. You did a lot today, you know.”

Bruce walked up to Vivian and leaned down to kiss the base of her neck. “I don’t want to sleep. And there are other ways for me to get energized for later’s patrol.”

“My father’s here, Bruce.”

“At the other wing.”

“I still don’t feel comfortable with that.”

“You didn’t seem to mind back then with Constantine.”

Oh, so that…

Sighing, Vivian got up and faced her husband, she placed a hand on his bare chest as she walked them towards their bed, but one moment they were in their bedroom, and the next they were in another room. A smaller one with rock band posters on the walls, books on the shelves, and an electric guitar on the wall-mounted holder.

This was Vivian’s old bedroom in Liverpool.

“What did you – oof!” Bruce fell back to her squeaky bed Vivian climbed over him, straddling his hips.

“Happy, Wayne?”

Bruce smirked. “Very,” and he welcomed her deep and lustful kiss.

A loud squeak was heard when Bruce made a move to get her under him. It made him stop and check if the bed could take them both or if they could move at all.

“You wanted this, didn’t you, Wayne?” Vivian teased him. “Try to figure it out.”

“I feel like the neighbors will hear.”

“Oh, they will. That’s how we found out Mrs. Hart was cheating on her husband with Randy from the shop. Everyone can hear there going at it. Mr. Hart was deaf in one ear and about twenty-percent deaf in the other.”

“That means he’s deaf, Viv.”

Vivian laughed. “Come on, Bruce. Let’s see what you can do in a tight situation.”

Leaning down, Bruce kissed her again, and every movement they made the bed creaked loudly, and they were sure to have heard Mrs. Hart calls out to them: “VIVIAN PRYOR, YOU QUIET IT DOWN! WE CAN HEAR YOU ALL THE WAY AT CHURCH!”

It made them both laugh loudly but continued on.

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