he does. really, he does.
the first time he sees you — through your window from where he had been perched on the roof across from your building — he's stunned. you're just there, curled up on the couch in your living room with a friend. laughing. head thrown back, lips stretched around your teeth. the joy on your face strikes him directly in the chest, slicing through his impenetrable skin and sinking into his heart.
his cold heart. his dead heart.
he swears it begins to beat again at the sight of you.
he's able to pinpoint it easily amongst the barrage of smells that constantly infiltrate his senses. but yours, yours is special. your scent is warm with a hint of spice, and all you.
and!! from that point on, he's captivated by you. he follows you, hidden in the dark corners and rooftops. he perches in the same spot to watch you through your window, the roof directly across from your building becoming a second home to him. he's keeping you safe!
he's memorized the sound of your breathing, the precise measurements of your lungs expanding in your chest, how your ribs accommodate them in their cavity.
especially your heart. yeah. your heart.
the sound of blood rushing through it is his favourite. he can practically taste it. right from the aorta. his buds bloom at the thought, salivia pooling in his mouth.
everything that is human about you, he has memorized.
and it's even better up close.
you should get better locks on your windows. but that won't stop him.
he tells himself that it's to make sure you're okay. that you're still there. that you're still breathing. and you are! he can feel it from where he stands in the dark corner of your bedroom. just beside your head. so close that your scent is even more intoxicating. so close that he can see the twitch of your lips as you sleep.
he reminds himself that it is only to make sure youre okay. but he would know if you weren't. he would know if something was wrong even if he was on the other side of the city. he would know even if he was in another country.
because he can pinpoint the notes of your pumping heart amongst the rest. because his ear will always find you. you are a radio, and he's tuned into you.
and he finally, finally after months, speaks to you for the first time after he fights off a man attempting to rob you.
with his arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you steady as your body recovers from the shock of the man's attack. bruce's gaze reminds fixed on you, pleased at the trusting gaze in your eyes.
he loves you. he's obsessed with you. he loves you, he knows one day you'll realize. but that day won't be today.
he leans in just a bit closer, fingers sliding up between your shoulder blades,
"it's okay now, angel, you're safe with me,"
an: bringing forth a snippet of vampire!bruce into to the SVU (scissorhvnds vampire universe). this is for insignia btw
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