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The thing is, considering he’s a billionaire, Bruce doesn’t really live or spend money like how people think a billionaire should.

He pays his share of the rent, and pays for the groceries because he can’t cook for shit, and he spends money on gadgets to use to fight crime as Batman; but other than that he generally doesn’t buy much.

Except…

“I bought a house.”

Peter turned to look over at where Bruce was curled up in his armchair, from where he was washing the dishes in the kitchen sink. “You bought a house?” He kept his voice neutral, because he didn’t want Bruce to think he was angry (because he wasn’t, just confused about the sudden purchase of a house).

Matt had been reading some legal files for his new case, but Peter could see he was now paying attention to the conversation, which Peter thought was fair, because apparently their boyfriend had bought a fucking house.

Bruce shrugged, and nestled further under the black, red, and blue quilted blanket that Peter had bought him one day (because it had their three signature colours on and he thought it was cute. Bruce had looked at Peter like he hung the moon and then tackled him to the floor to suck his cock in thanks). “Just thought it was something I should own, you know?”

Peter stopped washing the dishes and wiping his hands quickly on a dish towel, he padded over to wear Bruce was and crouched down in front of him; pushing his hair out of his eyes as he did so.

“You have bubbles in your hair.” Bruce mumbled; his mouth ticked up in the corners, hinting at a smile.

Peter squeezed Bruce’s thigh, because he was not going to get distracted, no matter how cute Bruce looked right then. “Baby, why did you buy a house?”

Bruce looked at him, and then at Matt who had now gotten up and stood next to the armchair; a steady hand stroking Bruce’s hair, and then he closed his eyes, because he still had some trouble discussing important things whilst looking at them, in case they suddenly decided they hated him.

“You can tell us, sweetheart.” Matt murmured. “We just want to know; we’re not going to get angry.”

“I—I thought—” He took a deep breath and tried again. “—you two are my favourite people on the planet—” Peter covered his mouth so he didn’t interrupt just to say Awwwww. “—and I want to wake up next to you both every day for the rest of my life. In the same bed—a fucking massive bed—in a bedroom that has enough room for us to all share it. I also want Alfred to be able to live with us, because he shouldn’t be on his own, and I miss him. I want us to have a work out room where we can all spar and I can watch you fight and get all sweaty. I want us to have a greenhouse where I can name all the plants. I want us to get a cat.” Bruce opened his eyes, and Peter wished Matt could see how much love was shining within them. It took his breath away.

“You two are my home, but I wanted us to have a place we could turn into a home as well. It doesn’t have to be—there’s no rush—I just bought it for whenever you might be ready. If you want to.”

Bruce pulled the quilted blanket up over his face now he’d stopped talking, and hid; no doubt hugging Pea-ter as he did so.

“Bruce.” Matt said, tugging lightly on his hair to get him to uncover his face. Bruce emerged from his blanket cocoon looking like a tortoise that was ready to attack a piece of lettuce that had looked at him funny. “How big a bed are we talking?”

“And how many of the plants in this greenhouse we’re getting are going to be named after us?” Peter bit his lip, unable to fully suppress the grin that was threatening to take over his face.

“Oh! And what are you going to name the cat?” Matt smirked against Bruce’s lips as he bent down to kiss him.

Bruce huffed. “Is this you both saying that you do want to all move in together in the house I bought?”

Peter looked at Matt, and Matt nodded like he knew what Peter was thinking. Then as one they climbed onto Bruce’s lap; Matt on his right and Peter on his left. The three of them somehow managing to fit in an armchair that really wasn’t big enough for all three of them, but none of them wanting to miss out on the cuddles, or move to somewhere else.

“You better not break my chair.” Bruce grumbled, even as he nuzzled his face into the crook of Matt’s neck, and dragged Peter closer so he was sprawled haphazardly on top of him.

“Want us to get up?” Peter asked, knowing Bruce clearly didn’t want that.

Bruce just shook his head.

“And in answer to your question, yes… we want to move into your house and do everything you said together. We love you, Bruce.” Matt played with the mess strands of Peter’s hair as he spoke; the deep rumble of his voice vibrating through his chest, and clearly soothing Bruce where he was pressed against him. “We want to spend the rest of our lives with you.”

“Yeah, baby.” Peter agreed. “Surprised you didn’t just kidnap us though and sneakily find a way to show us the new place whilst we were out one night.”

Bruce scowled, even as his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I thought about it, but then I thought you both seem to like talking, so…”

Peter kissed him on the nape of his neck. “We fucking adore you, Bruce.”

“Yeah? How much?” Bruce smirked.

Both of them dragged him to Peter’s bed and proceeded to show him exactly how much.

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The bed was fucking huge.

They moved into the house (that was more like a mansion from how big it was, but Peter wasn’t going to go into the minutiae because he was so fucking happy) two weeks later. Bruce had given their landlord some money so he wouldn’t give them hassle for moving out quickly, and then everything they owned was suddenly all in one place.

Matt owned depressingly little, and so his stuff was easy to move, and they had hired movers to take everything to the new place.

Bruce had—to their pleasant surprise—thought of everything.

Their house was near enough to the city for Matt not to have to travel far to his office, and for them all to be able to patrol the city at night, but it was out of the way enough, that three vigilantes could live together in relative peace.

And the bed—which was covered in silk sheets so Matt’s senses wouldn’t get overwhelmed—was big enough that all three of them could spread out if they wanted to.

Alfred, who had taken up Bruce’s offer to live with them with a lump in his throat that sounded suspiciously like he was holding back tears, and caused Bruce to look at them in a panic, was moving in the following week.

And as everything had been unpacked, Peter was going to acquaint himself with the bed.

Stripping down to his boxers, he jumped onto the bed and moaned at how good it felt. The mattress was the right balance between firm and soft, and the silk sheets felt like heaven on his naked skin.

He rolled over onto his belly and smooshed his face into the pillows; closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

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He woke to fingers tracing patterns down the length of his spine.

He opened one eye and saw Matt sat against the headboard in front of him; his furry thigh a few inches in front of Peter’s face, and practically begging to be bitten. He wasn’t even wearing boxers. He was just sat there naked, looking like Peter’s personal wet dream; cock soft against his thigh, and eyes closed as if he was calming his mind, but wanted to be near Peter.

Peter watched a stray droplet of water trickle down the side of Matt’s thigh, indicating the blind lawyer had showered just before laying down, as did the addictive scent of his honey bodywash.

Both of his hands were resting on his stomach though, which meant Bruce was behind him, and was the one tracing patterns around the notches of his spine.

Even with all the space in their new bed, both Matt and Bruce had left very little space between them and Peter when they’d joined him on the silk sheets, and Peter wasn’t complaining in the slightest.

“Missed me, huh?” His voice was sleep rumpled, and he arched his back into the press of Bruce’s hand as he smoothed it over the curve of shoulders.

Matt hummed in agreement and reached over to stroke Peter’s face; brushing his hair away from his eyes.

“Worried, you might have got lost.” Bruce mumbled into Peter’s shoulder. Peter could feel the heat radiating off his skin, so he knew Bruce was only in his underwear at most, as well.

He turned over onto his back, and pressed a kiss to the underside of Bruce’s jaw, before then pressing another to Matt’s thigh. That one with a hint of teeth, nipping at the muscle that flexed under the soft wet of his mouth.

“So you came to find me whilst wearing little to no clothing?” He grinned.

“Seemed appropriate.” Matt smirked, his unseeing hazel eyes now open and looking in Peter’s direction.

“Appropriate for what?”

“For us to christen the new bed together.”

Peter shivered in delight at the thought and the press of Bruce’s half hard cock against his hip; only the thin fabric of their boxers in between them. “Well me and Bruce are clearly overdressed.”

He wiggled his boxers down off his hips, and elbowed Bruce in the side to get him to get with the programme. Bruce grunted because Peter really did have pointy elbows, but pushed his boxers off all the same.

“How are we doing this?” Peter asked, tugging on Matt so he was laying stretched out beside him, instead of sat up. He turned when he heard Bruce rustling in the bedside drawer, and grinned when the billionaire slapped a bottle of lube on Peter’s stomach.

“I want you to fuck me, then I want Matt to fuck me.” He growled, clearly having decided on what he wanted.

Matt moaned against Peter’s shoulder where he was pressed up against him, and Peter felt the lawyer’s now hard cock twitch against his leg.

“Are you sure?” Peter asked, knowing that Bruce hadn’t done anything sexual with anyone before he’d been with Peter and now Matt. And neither of them had fucked him yet, so he just wanted to be sure Bruce had thought this through.

“Just because I’ve never been fucked before doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about you both stuffing me full and leaving me gaping on a nearly daily basis since we all started being together.” Bruce sniffed.

Peter was aware that one of them made a noise that sounded very much like a strangled cat, but he honestly couldn’t say whether it was him or Matt, because both of them were suddenly struggling to breathe from the way Bruce just said that like he was discussing the weather and not them sticking their dicks in his ass.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.” Peter garbled out, once his lungs started working again.

“Have I died?” Matt asked in a daze. “I could’ve sworn I was going to Hell, not Heaven.”

Bruce snorted and rolled his eyes. He grabbed Peter’s waist and physically moved him to the side, so he could slot himself in the middle. Because, once Bruce had decided he liked Peter and Matt, and wanted them to touch him, he did all he could to make it so he was surrounded by them and they touched him as much as possible.

He flopped down on his front and pushed his ass up suggestively. “Come on, Vengeance waits for no man.” Bruce managed to say with a straight face.

Peter huffed out a laugh. “Should I be worried, that him saying that and calling himself Vengeance while we’re all in bed together isn’t making me any less horny, and in fact is making me want to pound him into the mattress even more?”

Matt shook his head and chuckled. “Considering I feel the same way, no I don’t think you should be worried. I think it’s just us really loving the weirdo that is Bruce Wayne.”

Bruce twisted his head to glare at them both. “If you can stop talking about how much you love me, and start fucking me, that would be much appreciated.”

“Yeah alright, you needy pet.” Peter scoffed, fondness practically drowning the words as he smiled at the scowling Bruce, and slapped him on the ass. “We get it. You’re desperate for a good dicking. Just turn over though, yeah, so Matt can suck your cock while I finger you open, okay baby?”

Bruce turned over silently and stretched his arms up above his head on the pillows. “You’re both gonna fuck me though, yeah?”

“We’ll leave you pleasantly sore and dripping, don’t worry.” Matt grinned at him sharply, then wrapped his mouth around the head of Bruce’s cock and sucked.

Peter breathed out a silent Aha! when he spotted the lube on the bedsheets—just as Bruce’s hips jerked and he moaned loudly, at the sudden wet heat surrounding his cock—and he flipped the cap, and squirted some onto his finger making them nice and slick. He spread Bruce’s legs—Matt helping to keep him pinned down by holding onto his hips as he licked up and down the length of his cock—and pressed the pad of one finger against his hole; circling around the rim.

“Please.” Bruce whined, fingers of one hand gently gripping Matt’s hair, the other curled around the top of the headboard; his torso undulating with pleasure even while his hips were unable to move under the weight of Matt’s hands.

“Don’t worry, baby. We’ll look after you.” Peter thrust one finger inside Bruce’s tight heat, and moved it in and out in a fast, but somewhat gentle pace.

Matt smoothed one hand up Bruce’s chest to play and pinch his nipple, and relaxed his throat as he swallowed his cock down until his nose pressed against the wiry curls at the base.

“Fuck, your lips are made to be wrapped around his cock, love.” Peter said, pressing into Bruce with two fingers, and cupping the back of Matt’s head with his other hand. “Doesn’t Matt look stunning sucking on your cock, Bruce?”

“Y—Yes. Fuck!” Bruce keened as Peter crooked the two fingers inside him and pressed against his prostate.

Matt pulled off Bruce’s cock to take in a breath and cleared his throat. “Fuck, I can smell his arousal every time I breathe in—” His voice was raspier than usual from where he’d been sucking Bruce’s dick, and Peter felt his own cock throb in excitement. “—and it’s driving me fucking insane, Peter.”

“If you keep sucking, then you’ll be tasting his arousal soon enough too.” Peter teased, scissoring the fingers inside Bruce, and then pressing back in with three.

Bruce gasped loudly, and pushed his face into the pillows as Matt sucked him back down greedily. “I’m not—fucking—I’m gonna come.” Bruce gritted out, unsure if he should try and push his hips up into Matt’s mouth, or back against Peter’s fingers; and unable to do either as Matt still had him pressed down into the mattress.

“Then come for us, baby.”

Peter thrust all three fingers against the swollen bundle of nerves inside Bruce, just as Matt pulled his head back slightly so only the spongy head of Bruce’s cock was resting on his tongue, and he pressed his tongue to the throbbing vein running down the underside of the hard length.

Bruce shouted out his release. His cock pulsed on Matt’s tongue, filling his mouth with his come, whilst his ass clenched around Peter’s fingers.

Matt swallowed every drop, and then sat back on his knees with a proud grin on his face. Peter carried on thrusting his fingers into Bruce, even though he twitched with over-sensitivity, until the constant teasing of his prostate had him hard and straining against his belly again.

He pulled his fingers out and poured some more lube on his fingers so he could slick up his cock. “You okay, baby?”

Bruce grunted out an affirmative and dragged Peter on top of him. He kissed him soundly on the mouth. “I’m fine, fuck me now, please.”

Peter smiled at him dopily, because Bruce being so eager to have him inside him made him slightly insane, and then lining the head of his cock against Bruce’s stretched hole, he pressed in slowly, inch by inch.

He scrunched up his eyes and started reciting the periodic table in his head as he slid further inside; Bruce’s tight, wet hole practically squeezing his cock.

“Good?” Matt asked, a smirk on his stupidly handsome face, as he trailed a hand up Bruce’s torso and bent over to gently bite the swollen raspberry pink nub of his nipple.

“T—That’s a fucking understatement.” Peter choked out a laugh. He wrapped Bruce’s legs around his waist as he finally bottomed out inside him, and stroked up and down his thighs whilst he waited for him to acclimatise the feeling of being full. “He feels incredible.”

“I can’t wait to slide into him when he’s sloppy and loose from your come, and the sounds of me fucking into him are just obscene.” Matt sucked a bruise into the soft skin stretching across Bruce’s ribs.

“Fuck—” Bruce panted, nodding at Peter that he could start to move. “—I didn’t know I’d find that so hot.”

“What?” Peter pulled his hips back so only the blunt head of his cock clung to the swollen rim of Bruce’s hole; his hands wrapped around Bruce’s waist, gripping him tightly.

Bruce blushed, and bit his lip. Peter thrust back into him making him gasp loudly and grab at Matt’s hair; the blind lawyer content to suck bruise after bruise into Bruce’s chest and belly. (He may not be able to see the way their mottle against Bruce’s pale skin, but he’ll be able to feel them, and if he presses down on them gently, Bruce will moan in pained pleasure, and all because Matt put them there).

“Tell us, baby. What didn’t you know you’d find so hot?” Peter started fucking into him at a steady pace; the jut of his hip bones pressing against the swell of his ass cheeks with every thrust.

“You—ah—you both talking about me like I’m not really here, and just a hole for you to fuck.” Bruce admitted, closing his eyes in embarrassment.

Matt’s head shot up and Peter watched him grab the base of his dick to stop himself from coming right that second. Peter knew exactly how he felt. He was hanging on to his sanity and control by a thread. And not one that was as strong as the webbing he made for his web-shooters.

“Jesus fucking Christ, baby.” Peter groaned, squeezing Bruce’s hips and fucking into him harder. “You are the prettiest hole, I swear—so good for us—your hole just sucks my cock inside it, like a greedy little thing. Matt can’t wait to make you even more soft and sloppy on his cock.”

Bruce clenched down around him hard, and pushed his hips back to try and take his cock inside him deeper.

Matt looked at him with lust and betrayal painting his face. “I swear, Peter, if you and that fucking mouth of yours make me come before I get to fuck Bruce, I will slap your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit properly for days.”

“Sorry, love.” Peter said, sounding not sorry in the slightest.

He wrapped his hand around Bruce’s cock, and stroked it in time with his thrusts. It wasn’t long before Bruce cried out his name, and spurted come all over his belly. Peter’s hips stuttered as his own orgasm ripped through him, and he spilled himself inside Bruce’s hole.

After catching his breath, he gently pulled his cock out from Bruce’s ass, and swallowed seeing his come leak out of his puffy, pink hole. “Y—Your turn, Matt.”

Matt leant forward to lick a wet stripe over Bruce’s belly, lapping up some of his come, and then kissed the dazed billionaire, making him taste himself on Matt’s tongue. “What position, sweetheart?”

Bruce swallowed and licked his lips, smacking them together to try and speak. “R—Ride you.” He pushed himself up and pressed his face into the crook of Matt’s neck. “Wanna ride the Devil.”

Matt shook his head fondly, and manoeuvred them so he was sat against the headboard and Bruce could climb onto his lap. Peter tapped the bottle of lube against Matt’s arm, but he just shook his head again; swiping his fingers through the come still splattered on Bruce’s belly, and using that to slick up his cock.

He lifted Bruce into position, and then let out a loud moan of satisfaction as Bruce sunk down slowly on his cock.

“Incredible was right.” Matt murmured, smoothing his hands up and down Bruce’s back.

Peter flopped down on his back, and stretched out next to the pair of them, and watched with hooded eyes as Bruce held on to Matt’s shoulders and used them as leverage to start fucking himself on Matt’s dick.

“How did I get so lucky to fall in love with both of you?” He asked, blinking away tears as the come down from the high of his orgasm and all the emotions he felt for the two men in front of him, coursed through him.

“You stood no chance against my sunny disposition.” Bruce panted sarcastically, rolling his hips. He reached out with his hand and Peter leant forward so he could cup his cheek. He stroked away an errant tear drop with his thumb. “But seriously, Peter. We’re the lucky ones.”

“Bruce is right.” Matt hissed; fucking up into Bruce and nosing at the underside of his jaw. “Being loved by you is an honour and a privilege, Peter.”

“Fuck you, guys.” Peter sobbed; cheeks bunched from how wide he was smiling. “How dare you make me cry, while you look like an erotic masterpiece? Fucking unfair.”

“You can punish us later.” Bruce chuffed, riding Matt with wild abandon; tilting his head back as Matt thrust his cock against his battered prostate.

Matt wrapped his hand around Bruce’s flushed and dripping cock, and pumped it roughly. Bruce arched his back as his release washed over him; come dribbling onto Matt’s hand and over his belly. The blind lawyer pushed up into him a few more times, before groaning and spilling his come inside him.

Bruce climbed off Matt’s lap with shaky legs and then twisted and flumped face first onto the bed; his feet squished in between their bodies, and his head at the bottom end of the bed.

Peter spread Bruce’s ass cheeks and watched with rapt attention both his and Matt’s come dripped out of him, onto his balls and the inside of his thighs. He grabbed Matt’s hand and placed it over the sticky cleft. Matt traced over the twitching, leaking hole, and he couldn’t help himself from pushing some of the come back inside the billionaire’s used hole.

“Do you mind?” Bruce growled into the bedsheets, doing nothing to actually stop them.

“Nope.” Matt grinned widely, spreading their mess all over Bruce’s hole and balls. He bent down and rasped his tongue over the puffy rim. “Fuck, he smells and tastes like a mixture of all three of us. It’s so fucking hot.”

Peter could only silently agree because his brain dribbled out his ears from the too powerful an image in front of him.

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Bruce managed to drag himself to the shower eventually.

He didn’t get out of bed until early afternoon the next day.

Peter grinned behind the rim of his coffee mug as he watched him shuffle his way into the living room—a noticeable limp to his walk—and then look from his armchair to the sofa and back before falling face first onto the sofa and dragging a blanket over his noodly body.

Daredevil and Spider-Man went out patrolling that evening without the help of Batman, and made sure to give Bruce extra snuggles when they all went to bed.

It only took him two days though before he was begging to be fucked again.

“Are you saying your need to be split open on our cocks, has….come back with a vengeance?” Peter asked, trying not to laugh, when they were all naked in bed.

Matt snickered loudly, and Bruce…

He ignored the awful pun in favour of pushing Peter down on his back and sinking down on his dick. He made sure to kiss that fucking mouth though, just to spare them all from anymore dreadful jokes.

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As soon as Alfred moves in Peter wondered how he survived for so many years without his breakfast waffles and fresh berries.

“These are so fucking good.” He said around a mouthful of fluffy goodness.

“Thank you, Peter.” Alfred smiled at him over the rim of his glasses, pen hovering over the newspaper as he puzzled out the daily crossword.

“I’ll see you tonight.” Matt smiled at him, giving him a kiss and picking up the flask of coffee Alfred had prepared for his walk to work. “Well, I won’t see you, but you know what I mean.”

“That joke gets worse every day, love.”

“No, it doesn’t.” Matt smirked, knowing that Peter does indeed love his awful puns. “Bruce should be down in a bit. He was hissing at the sunlight and curled up under the covers when I kissed him goodbye.”

“Vengeance does not do well in the daylight.” Alfred drawled, used to and clearly unimpressed with Bruce’s vampiric tantrums.

“Have a good day at work, love. Try not to annoy Foggy too much.”

“No promises.”

“Love you, Matt.”

“Love you, too. Chinese tonight?”

“Sure.”

Matt kissed him again and left to go to work.

“Bruce is missing out on these waffles, that’s for sure.”

“Sometimes he survives on drama alone, so I wouldn’t worry.” Alfred sniffed, writing in the last answer of the crossword.

Peter snorted. “Harsh, but true. I do adore that drama queen though.”

“Yes, indeed.”

(Bruce eventually rose from the bed at 11:59am, shuffled into the kitchen looking like a zombie wearing sunglasses, shovelled three re-heated waffles into his mouth, and then shuffled off to the greenhouse to sit amongst the plants. Peter just watched all this happen with hearts in his eyes and the dopiest of smiles on his face. Alfred made sure to be cleaning elsewhere in the house, so he didn’t have to witness any of it).

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They named their cat, Mr Mittens.

He was light grey with white socks on his two front paws. They’d adopted him from the local pound, and it had been love at first sight. Mainly because Mr Mittens had taken one look at Bruce’s grumpy face when he sat down amongst all the available cats, climbed onto his lap and headbutted him right in the chest.

Peter had known straight away that the feisty grey kitty would be coming home with them, so he went and found Matt, and found him already at the front desk asking for the adoption papers. The lawyer clearly having realised who was going to be their new family member too.

“No.” Peter pointed at Mr Mittens and tried to sound stern. “You cannot eat Bruce’s plants.”

He’d followed the rapscallion feline as he bounded through the house to the greenhouse wanting to lay in the sun, and doing his best to make sure Mr Mittens didn’t gnaw and nibble on the green leaves or stems of the new plants Bruce had bought a few weeks ago.

Mr Mittens blinked at him and batted at his socked foot.

“God, you’re like Bruce if he was an actual cat rather than just very cat-like.”

“Bit rude.” Bruce grumbled, padding into the greenhouse and picking up the water spritzer to spray the various greenery around them.

“True though, isn’t that right, Mr Mittens?” Peter picked up the cat and held him up to look at Bruce with wide eyes.

“Mrow.”  

“See, Mr Mittens agrees with me.”

Bruce sighed. “Another one lost to the power of your big, doe eyes.”

“It’s a select group though….” Peter tilted his head back and grinned as Bruce bent down, unable not to kiss him. “…Are you including Matt, because technically, my eyes don’t work on him.”

“No, it was your big heart that snared our Devil.”

“….Is that a pun on the plant, Devil’s Snare?” Peter asked incredulously.

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“No.”

Peter burst out laughing, letting Mr Mittens go when he kept wiggling against his chest. He watched the cat dart back into the house, and then heard the sounds of Alfred greeting him politely, followed by loud purring. (Mr Mittens being a big fan of their butler who only feeds him the best tuna and salmon around).

Bruce scowled at him, and finished tending to the plants, before he stomped back inside.

Peter took one last look around and couldn’t stop himself from grinning at the labels sticking out the soil of the plants Bruce had named.

• Peter
• Matt
• Bruce
• Alfred
• Spider-Man
• Daredevil
• Batman

They weren’t original, but they were clearly named with love.

Bruce had even made sure the labels were written in braille too so Matt would be able to read them if he ever ventured into the greenhouse.

When Peter told the blind lawyer about it when he got home from work that evening, Matt looked shocked, and then threw himself at Bruce and kissed the living daylights out of him.

Bruce looked over at Peter with a bewildered look on his face once Matt unwrapped himself from around Bruce’s torso to go get changed into comfy clothes, and Peter just grinned.

“Seems it wasn’t just my big heart that snared the Devil either, huh babe?”

“You’re lucky I love you.” Bruce groused, rolling his eyes and padding to the kitchen to grab a handful of marshmallows to snack on.

Yes I am. Peter thought with a heart full to bursting from getting to live with the two men he was madly in love with, the man who treats them like his own sons, and their pet cat who has them all wrapped around his fluffy paws.

Very lucky indeed.