Work Text:
Getting It Up
by royslady51 aka Ornery
Nightwing: Oh, come on.
Batman: Leave me alone!
Nightwing: It won't take long.
Batman: I won't be able to sleep afterwards.
Nightwing: I can't sleep without it.
Batman: Why do you think of things like this, on the few occasions we actually get to sleep at night, like normal people?
Nightwing: Because I'm hot.
Batman: You get hot at the damnedest times.
Nightwing: If you loved me, I wouldn't have to beg you.
Batman: If you loved me, you'd be more considerate.
Nightwing: You don't love me anymore.
Batman: Yes, I do, but let's forget it for tonight.
Nightwing: (Sob-Sob)
Batman: Damn it! Oh all right,"
Nightwing: What's the matter? Need a flashlight?
Batman: I can't find it.
Nightwing: Oh, for heaven's sake, feel for it!
Batman: There! Are you satisfied?
Nightwing: Oh yes, honey.
Batman: Is it up far enough?
Nightwing: Oh that's just fine.
Batman: Now go to sleep and from now on, when you want the damned window opened, do it yourself!
END