Carrying Your Love (with me)
"Alright kids it's Carry Day and by popular request, the Carry is Batman! Rounds of applause for our gracious volunteer," Harry grinned as the kids hooped and hollered while Bruce stood next to him in full Bat gear, cowl off and sulking.
"Why Father and not Jason? Father doesn't seem to get into as many situations as Jason does." Damian said, leaning against Tom's leg from his place on the practice mats. Tom was resting back in his hands a.while Dick was sprawled out on his other side.
"B is heavier than me and it's best to get the upper limit of what we can each carry if and when it happens. Don't think I didn't catch you calling me fat in a a roundabout way, you little hatchling." Jason flicked his wand at Damian with a stinging hex, who leaned so Tom can take the hit. The wizard didn't even grunt.
"Are we excluding those that we know can lift him - Jason, Dick, you-"
"Hold on, Harry can lift Bruce? Full batgear unconscious B-man???" Steph interrupted, boggling at her cousin. Tom raised an eyebrow at her.
"Yes. He's been able to for a while. Before me and Dick joined them out there, who do you think picked up Batman when he was downed in the field, Alfred?" Tom sneered at her, grunting slightly from being poked by Dick.
"I thought Harry would just levicorpus him into the Batmobile or just portkey him to the Cave, not physically pick him up." Tim murmered, eyeing the couple thoughtfully. Harry grinned.
"Well, I can demonstrate."
"O-o-oh please! I need to see this! I know you have a stealth build like Tim but like I have never seen you lift anything that heavy without magic." Steph grinned, flopping onto a bench next to Cass and Barbara.
Damian scoffed. "Mother is more than strong enough to not have to use magic."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Dami darling. Bruce, assume the position."
Rolling his eyes amidst the chorus of grossed out noises from the kids, Bruce pretty much flopped onto the floor.
...well as much as a person in several pounds of armour and kevlar could anyway.
"So, a bit of my relatives decided to become firefighters and some, especially the women, are quite small. I have a cousin out in Bangladesh that doesn't crack 5 feet and is a firefighter. She still has to pick up downed colleagues and hurt civilians so she taught me her method."
Harry knelt by Bruce's feet and pulled them to be side by side, soles to the floor, knees bent and together.
"Mind, only do this to someone unconscious and you have already checked for major injury. Don't do this on someone with a broken leg or ribs. You'll just kill them. Naturally, we, Coven and Colony, are excepted but we are weirdoes."
"WEIRDOES" most of the kids yelled, namely Dick, Jason, Tim, Steph and Damian after slight prodding from Tom.
"Right so, you stand, take their hands in yours and just kind of leaver the carry up and over your shoulder like this." Harry demonstrates, standing and in a smooth motion has Bruce draped over his shoulders, the ends of Bruce's cape pooling on the ground. Bruce, for his part, completely rag dolls, limp and resting all of his dead weight on Harry.
"Whoa!" Steph gapes.
"I'm still impressed every time I see this." Barbara smiles.
"And no magic at play?" Tim narrows his eyes as if he can confirm it to be true.
"Nope, the cousin who taught me is a hedge witch like Catherine. She couldn't cast a leviosa or a lightening spell even with the Elder Wand and her life on the line," Harry replied, starting to sound a little breathless as he walks over to the stretcher the pre-prepared and all but dumps Bruce on it.
"Your bedside manner needs work, Mum," Jason laughs as Bruce sits up.
"I'll toss it on the to do," Harry laughs a little before turning back serious. "So that's about how far I can carry B without assistance. It's not far, admittedly, but that could be enough to get him out of the way of a fight or something."
"It's still impressive. And you did that without the assistance of adrenaline." Bruce finally chimes in, running a hand down Harry's back. Harry turns his head to smile softly at his husband.
"Hey, before you two go all gooey in us can you teach me that?" Steph raises her hand like she is in school.
"Sure."