Bruce turned off his laptop after sending the last urgent email of the day today. Ofcourse, the last urgent matter for Bruce Wayne, not the other guy's. Hell knows the other guy's urgent matters won't ever end.

Regardless, it turns out, waiting while your partner undergoes a dental surgery can give one a lot of free time, and naturally, Bruce had not wasted any of it. He checked his watch. They should've been out by now. What if something had gone awry?

No. Bruce mentally shook his head to rid himself of what Dick called 'unaddressed paranoia'. His partner had also implied along that exact same vein yesterday, when he had suggested that they should postpone the surgery until Bruce found the best possible dental surgeon who could conduct it. Money was no issue, of course.

But they had refused, stating that this had always been their 'very trustworthy' dentist to go to, and that the chances of something going wrong was slim to none. Bruce had huffed but kept quiet, not wanting to stress them out more before a surgery.

The door finally opened, and he breathed a sigh of his relief when they stepped out, looking almost the same as they had when they went in. Almost.

The dilated eyes, loopy grin and gauze stuck in their mouth making their lips look swollen like a botched lip job was hard to ignore. They looked beautiful regardless.

Bruce immediately went to them, a hand instinctively looping around their waist, tucking them against his side, and the other taking the prescription from their hands. Pretty standard set of medication, painkillers, antibiotics, gels.

He looked at them, from where their head was now lolling against his shoulder, and smiled. The anaesthesia really had done a number on them.

They kept on talking nonsensically as he escorted them to the car. He grunted and nodded to whatever they were saying, probably about a tv show Bruce had never seen.

He sat in the driver's seat after strapping them in the passenger seat, and turned to them.

"Any discomfort? Anaesthesia treating you alright?"