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Futureknight universe. Wayne Manor the morning after Batwoman's first mission.

The sun shone softly through sheer curtains, illuminating though not touching the two figures that lay on the bed, one under and one on top of the blankets. Black hair contrasted with white pillow linens, and soft breathing made slight movements.

Brenda snapped to wakefulness, then frowned without opening her eyes as she realized there were arms around her. She listened, then sniffed before moving experimentally.

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There was a grunt and a murmur, and Porthos turned his face into the pillow, even as one hand autmatically went up to stroke her hair.

"Easy, love, easy," he murmured, thinking she was having more nightmares nad not realizing she was awake.

Her eyes went wide, then creased at the corners as a grin quirked the corners of her mouth. -I'm being cuddled by Porthos!- The grin faded. -A Porthos who's in love with me.-

She gently pushed at him. "Wake up."

"Uhg?" he snorted and then sat up quickly, looking around, looking exauhsted as he had spent the night trying to keep Brenda stil and comforted.

"Oh. You're awake," he mumbled, smiling at her. "Sleep well?"

"Yes...." She cocked her head and looked up at him. "But it doesn't look like you did."

"Oh, Me? I never sleep that well," he said offhandedly, turning and swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

She watched him, torn between what she thought she should do and what she wanted to do. -This is my pirate. I didn't mean to win him... was only looking for someone to flirt with. But I have now, and I don't want him hurt.-

A massive stretch overtook her, and then she tossed the blankets aside and went to lean against his back with her arms around his neck. "Want to join me on my morning run?"

He turned and smiled at her softly, touching her cheek, his eyes sad even though he knew what he had to do. He'd come to the conclusion last night.

"My fairest... will all due respect, you need not try to spend time with me or make yourself enjoy my company. I need only find my sword and way home, and I will leave you be."

Her grip around his neck tightened unconciously, her smile fading. "I'm not making myself do anything, Porthos. I've got the biggest schoolgirl crush I've ever heard of. I want to get to know you better and see where this goes." Despite herself a blush got past her control.

He turned and blinked.

"Really?" he asked with a grin. So she did like him. Well then....

He leaned back, putting his hands over her arms. "If that's the case I'd love to join you for a run," he said.

She pressed her cheek against his with a sigh, then rolled backward off the bed and headed for the door. "Oh. Hello, Prudence."

The redhaired butler quirked one brow. "I will get Master Porthos something more sutable for exercise."

"Thanks." Brenda grinned and continued on her way out.

Porthos panted. He was trying to keep up, but he was no runner, and Brenda had long since dissappeared. He had no idea where he was going, only following the footprints in the ground and the scuffled leaves, sweat pouring down his face, and the ridiculous clothing that servant had put him in soaked in sweat. He was exauhsted, dehydrated, and humiliated, and finally he gave up, stopping and leaning against a tree, struggling for breath.

"What a foold she'll think me," he panted, leaning over. "But why? I'm a pirate and horseman, no runner."

Then she was back, looking as though she'd only gone for a light stroll instead of a twelve mile run, frowning in concern as she put a hand on his back and offered him her water bottle.

"I'm fine," he coughed, but accepted the water, blushing even under his already red face.

She gently helped him to stand upright, those icey blue eyes showing concern. "I should have thought. You probably ride a lot more than you run."

He chuckled.

"Yes, and sail," he siad. "But it's fine... erm, it's the weather. I'm used to ocean air, heavy with hseaspray and salt. This air's thin, you know?"

"Let's start back." She pushed an escaped tendril of hair away from his face, then turned toward the house.

He smiled, then shrugged. "If you need to rest, sure," he said, leaning back and cracking his neck.

She gave him a gentle smirk over her shoulder. "The gym's at the house. I want to do the rest of my workout; train a little."

"Train for what? Your galavanting through abandoned buildings late at night?" he smirked.

Brenda stopped and came back to him, eyes icey and face still as though made from marble. "Don't mock what you don't understand," she said in a voice a little lower than her usual one. "And don't speak of it where others can hear."

He realized he'd something very wron and frowned deeply.

"I'm sorry, my lady, truly, I should have no made jest," he said softly, completely sincere.

She kept him pinned with that icey Bat glare for a few more minutes, but then remembered what both Prudence and Clark had told her about pushing people away and softened, taking his hand. "Let's go."

He was unsure at first, then followed her.

"Clark says you saved my life last night," she said softly, letting go and walking at his side without looking up. "Thank you."

"Like I could have stood by?" he asked, voice soft. "I couldn't do that to any woman, much less you."

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