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I love these two!

Blue Bloods.

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Battle of Titans

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I am sorry if my response to you offended you - it was certainly not intended that way. I'm still a little miffed that Mac lost her career. If I took that out on you, I am very sorry.

No problem.

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Yes.

MAKE FATIMA A REGULAR

YAAAS BABE

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YES!!!!

AND she’s a Nell fan-girl?!  PLEASE STAY FOREVER, Fatima.

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Here Here!!

side note.  NCISLA has ruined all other procedural ships for me.  I’m 1000% hooked on the One Chicago universe right now, but there is SO MUCH DAMN DRAMA in their ships and it makes me irrationally angry.  JUST LET PEOPLE [ME] BE HAPPY.

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I’m loving the direction the show is taking, especially with these two lovebirds💕and their new bar.

Wedding bells and baby blues next please!!

Again no appearance in the tags for the promo pics for “Joyride” :/ … so here’s the link to the post

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dceu meme: 1/3 relationships ↳ We make it through tonight, you can stay in the shadows forever. Dress up like a bat. I won’t even sue. — If, we get through the night.

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“Blue is showing unprecedented levels of compliance. She’s pretty extraordinary. Blue, displaying levels of interest, concern, hyper-intelligence, cognitive bonding. She’s curious. She’s showing empathy.”

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Love Blue, best velociraptor!

We’ve entered a new era.

                      Welcome to Jurassic World.

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Personally my favorite moment in jl, such a simple scene but yet with tons of chemistry JUST LOOK HOW THEY’RE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER. IM GONE😩😭

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wonderbat + looking at each other

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claire & owen: protective parents

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identity, part iii

This is it for this one! Check out Part I here and Part II here.

Claire is still in her clothes from the day and is nursing her final glass of the wine bottle at the kitchen table when her boyfriend returns from his run. 

Owen sees her instantly and, though he’d only been privileged enough to see Drunk Claire Dearing a handful of times, he knows she’s had a lot to drink.  

“Claire?”

She waves one hand flippantly up in greeting, and he raises his eyebrows amusedly.

“Can I join you?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, and sits down at the table across from her.

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identity, part ii

Maisie looks at the open palm that Owen has offered. After a reassuring look from Claire, she looks back to Owen and places her hand in his.

“Okay.”

“Okay,” Owen agrees. “Babe, you coming in?”

Claire smiles and runs her hand down Owen’s arm. “No, I’m going to catch up on paperwork. You guys have fun, though. And Owen - be careful,” she tells him, the “with Maisie” implied.

“Always, Claire.” With a kiss to her cheek and squeeze of her hip, Owen heads into the preserve.

Maisie has a death grip on his hand, so he squats to be at eye level with her. “Mais, look at me?” When she does, he smiles. “You’re totally safe, okay? The Apatosaurus is one of the gentlest Dino species. And even if we were going in there to see the T-Rex, you know I’d never let anything happen to you. Right?”

“Right. I’m not scared, I promise.”

“Okay.”

Claire makes her way into her office and watches on the video monitoring screen as Owen eases up to the Apatosaurus. The animal cozies up to him at once and Maisie grins, and Claire feels her shoulders relax.

She studies the paperwork on her desk - transfer forms for one of the animals - for less than five minutes before realizing she hasn’t read a word on the page. She reaches for the phone and dials the number she now knows by heart. The assistant on the other line picks up after three rings and transfers Claire directly to Dr. Cusack.

“Claire?”

“Hi, Jane.”

“Is everything okay?” The doctor asks, with hardly a note of serious concern in her voice. She had, after all, received multiple nervous calls from Claire in the last two months. The redhead was clearly terrified of doing or saying something that would permanently damage Maisie; Dr. Cusack had reminded her each time that she and Owen were doing more than fine.

“I don’t know,” Claire answers, rising from her chair to pace the floor. “She doesn’t want to talk about your discussion today.”

“It’s only been three hours since her appointment.”

Claire bites her lip. “I know - I know. I’m just nervous that… I mean, did she seem okay?” She sighs, and she can tell the woman on the other line is waiting for her to speak. “Owen or I didn’t do anything, did we? Because—”

“Claire,” Dr. Cusack interrupts gently. “Talk to Maisie. This is her story and her life to share.”

By dinner time, Claire is close to breaking out in hives. It’s been killing her all day to not to push Maisie on the subject, but several warning glances from Owen remind her of their agreement to talk to her about it after dinner.

Maisie doesn’t seem surprised when, after the table has been cleared and the three of them end up in the apartment’s living room, Owen asks her if she wants to talk.

The nine-year-old nods and sits down on the couch between Claire and Owen.

“Do you want to tell us about what you and Dr. Jane talked about today?” Claire asks, and she swears she feels a physical reaction to finally letting that question out of her mouth.

“She asked if my bad dreams were getting better and I said yes,” Maisie offers.

“That’s great, Mais,” Owen says, clearly leaving the door open for Maisie to continue.

“I want to live with you,” she blurts out. “I mean – not for just now. For forever.”

Before Maisie’s cheeks can redden any further, Owen opens his arms. “Get in here, kiddo.”

Maisie crushes herself to his chest and Owen wraps his arms tightly around her. Claire stretches an arm over to hold Maisie, too, and that’s when they notice that Maisie is sobbing.

“Sweetheart,” Claire coos, “you don’t have to cry. We want the exact same thing as you do. It’s a happy thing!”

Maisie isn’t showing signs of settling down as she gasps for air between cries.

“Take deep breaths, Mais,” Owen says. He rubs her back, and they think she says something against his neck that they don’t catch.

“What was that?” Claire asks, and Maisie tries to calm her breathing.

“That’s not all,” she finally says, each word punctuated by a hiccup.

Claire looks at Owen, who shrugs as gently as possible with Maisie still in his arms. “What’s not all?”

“Dr. Jane said,” she starts, and uses one little hand to wipe her tears, “that it would be okay if I want you to be my mum and dad.”

Owen’s mouth breaks into a splitting grin.

“Is it okay?”

Before Claire can get a word in - not that she thinks she could speak, anyway, thanks to the lump forming in her throat - Owen answers.

“It’s more than okay,” he says, and wipes his tears as he grins up at Claire again. “Maisie, you’re ours no matter what. Dr. Jane was right; just because you weren’t born from us doesn’t mean we can’t be your mom and dad.”

Claire nods her agreement, forcing a smile that nowhere rivals Owen’s but that reassures Maisie enough to snuggle herself back in Owen’s arms.

Less than half an hour later, after Maisie had fallen asleep in bed and Owen had decided to go for a run, Claire is pouring herself a glass of Cabernet. She takes her glass and the bottle into her bedroom, taps the second person on her phone’s Favorites page, and closes the door shut.

“I need you to fly to San Francisco,” she says as soon as the ringing stops.

“Oh, Claire. What did you do? Tell me you didn’t break up with Owen again.”

Claire resists the urge to throw her phone across the room. “Karen—”

“Just tell me now, and I’ll grab Gray from his room so he can talk some sense into you—”

“Owen and I are fine!” She snaps. “We’re so fine, in fact, he just became my fucking baby daddy.”

There’s a pause, and then, “Claire, are you—”

“Not pregnant. Very much not pregnant.” She takes a long sip of wine and waits for Karen to process what she means.

“Then… Oh my god, Claire, did Maisie…” Karen trails off, waiting for Claire to burst out with an interruption. Nothing but silence comes from the other line.

Ten seconds later, Claire hears a sniffle.

“Kar, are you crying?”

“No – yes – I’m sorry. I’m just so happy for you. You and Owen and Maisie. How did it happen?”

Claire sighs. “She basically ambushed us. We knew she had something to tell us, and I had a feeling it would be that she wanted the adoption to go through. Owen and I had talked about it – we wanted it; you know we did.”

“Of course.” Karen can hear the clear hesitation in her sister’s voice, so she waits before offering any congratulations.

“And then… Then she flat out said she wanted to call us Mom and Dad.”

“But, Claire, that’s amazing. Don’t you see how much she loves you guys?”

Claire doesn’t say anything for a minute, so Karen speaks again and tries desperately to leave any judgement out of her tone.

“Did you not think she would want you to be her mom and dad?”

Claire finally sinks into the chair in her bedroom and rubs a palm over her face. She pours herself another large glass of wine and holds it comfortably against her chest.

“I don’t know,” she answers honestly. “No? I guess not. I knew she wanted stability and guardians - what kid doesn’t? - but not this.”

Karen nods her understanding, but asks her next question at the risk of her younger sister lashing out again. “Have you talked to your therapist about this?”

“You know I tell you more than I tell her anyway.”

“I know, Claire, but this is big.”

“It’s just so much,” Claire ignores her in favor of continuing to speak every worry that pops into her mind. “It’s so much. Owen and I have only been back together for as long as we’ve had Maisie. I love him and want to be with him and I know that, but I also know that things haven’t worked out twice before. And now, if things don’t work out, we can’t just go our separate ways and be done with it. We have a child. He’s her dad. It’s not just custody; she wants us to be a family.”

Karen waits for Claire’s breathing to slow down before speaking. “Does Owen want that, too?”

“What do you think? He and Maisie were so busy wrapped up in each other’s arms crying that he didn’t notice my head practically spinning off of my body. Maisie didn’t either, thank god.”

She takes a long sip of wine. “God, I’m an idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot,” Karen corrects her. “You just—”

“I’m not you, Kar. I can’t be responsible for a child. For Christ’s sake, I lost your kids in a park full of dinosaurs.” Claire hiccups and Karen holds back her laughter.

“First of all, I will be the first to testify that you have grown a lot over the last few years. And secondly, Claire, it’s not as if you’re a single mother. You have Owen. Who not only loves and adores Maisie but who loves and adores you. No matter what. I promise - if you guys can survive the ridiculous shit you’ve made it through, you can handle parenting a sweet little girl.”

Claire sniffles and brushes away a tear with the back of her hand.

“Not that she’ll always be sweet,” Karen continues, “because, trust me, I thought Gray was the perfect kid—”

“Karen,” Claire laughs, halting her sister’s rambling. “You’re right.”

“Whoa, how much of that wine have you had?”

Claire rolls her eyes. “Don’t make me regret saying it.”

“Anything for you, baby sis.”

“Thanks. I wish you were here.”

“To help you talk to Owen?”

“No, to make me feel less guilty about finishing this bottle tonight.”

Karen laughs. “Been there, done that. You deserve it. Now go talk to that sweet man of yours and tell Maisie you love her.”

Claire hiccups again. “I will.”

“And Claire?”

“Yeah?”

“Drink some water first.”

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identity, part i

At exactly 1:01 PM, the door swings open and Maisie steps out of the office.

Claire rises from the uncomfortable waiting room chair just quickly enough to catch the nine-year-old that crashes into her arms.

“Hi, babe.” She hugs Maisie tightly against her and leans down to kiss her head. “How was it?”

Maisie doesn’t answer, just burrows further into Claire’s blouse.

“She did great today.”

Claire looks up to see a smile on Dr. Cusack’s face. “Yeah?”

“Definitely. We had a big conversation,” the woman informs Claire. “And Miss Maisie is going to tell you and Owen all about it. Right, Maisie?”

Maisie nods, loosening her clutch on Claire only lightly.

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Nightmare

Bruce awoke from a nightmare. His body dripping with sweat and an anxiety he couldn’t explain. That same nightmare that haunted him every now and then was back. The night of his parents death. No matter what he did that dream was always there. He looked over to his right to see Diana still asleep. Relief washed over him to see that he hadn’t woken her. He slowly sat up and looked over at the window. There was no moon tonight and the sky was just as dark as he felt. Why was it that even now when things in his life were going so well, there was still an unexplained emptiness he felt when he thought about his parents? Even now as a grown man, he was still a mere child at times. Soon he felt a stir beneath the sheets. He felt a warm hand on his arm. “What time is it?” Diana asked. “It’s late. Go back to sleep.” He gently squeezed her hand back. “Something is bothering you.” She soon sat up too. He slightly smiled, “You know me too well.” He looked at her. “You’re sweating.” She said touching his face. “Did you have a nightmare?” He looked away from her. “Hey.” She said straggling his lap. “Don’t pull away from me.” She met his gaze. “I thought we were over this brooding thing.” She lightly joked trying to lighten the mood. “I don’t want to talk about it tonight. I just want to forget about it.” He said putting his hands on her waist. “Then lets make you forget.” She kissed him. She grabbed his neck and kissed him hard. She knew that she couldn’t always read his mind but she knew his body so well. “Diana, wait.” He gently pulled back. “What’s the hurry?” He asked her. “I just thought you liked it this way.” She said turning red. “I do but I also like you in every way. And tonight I want to take my time.” And so he did. Every kiss and every curve. He savored her all night. And she was right. She made him forget.

The End.

I haven’t posted a Wonderbat fan fic in so long so here is one! I hope you enjoy! I tried my best to find gifs that were accurate to fit the story 😜