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Lewis: its easy to be negative about people... I think its worse when its a driver that knows how hard it is in this field.... and they dont even have the success that I have

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Nico to Villeneuve: he was speaking to you. He said he hates when ex-drivers criticise him who've not had his success 😗✌️

a/n: i saw a few of these floating around for jason (didn’t save the links unfortunately ☹️), and i thought this dynamic would be really cute to explore with bruce lol. hope you enjoy <3

The first time you met Bruce Wayne, you told him everything you knew about phyllo dough. Unsolicited. For seven minutes.

It wasn't your fault. Not entirely. He'd been standing near the appetizer table looking unreasonably handsome, and when he'd glanced your way you'd panicked and just... started talking. About the canapés. About the layering technique. About how your best friend makes spanakopita and swears by store-bought phyllo dough, even though her mom insists she has to make it from scratch.

He listened, head tilted slightly. And when you finally trailed off into horrified silence, he said, "Good to know," with a smile so polished you had no idea if he was mocking you or not.

You'd excused yourself, found the nearest bathroom, and seriously considered climbing out the window. Great. Surely you'd end up as a funny story he'd tell all his rich buddies. Career over. Social life over. Time to move to a new city.

So when he'd asked you to dinner at the very next gala, you'd almost laughed in his face. But he was completely serious.

Now you're two months in, curled against his side in the manor's library. He hasn't turned a page of the book he’s reading in a while, and you haven't stopped talking for longer than that.

"—and then she goes, 'Oh, I didn't realize you were handling that,' with this little smile, and I know that doesn't sound bad but it's the way she said it, y’know? Like she was surprised that I’m competent at my job.”

He hums, low and unimpressed.

“See, you get it. Anyway, so I told her…”

After a few more minutes, he shifts beside you, glancing at the clock on the wall. Your stomach drops. How long have you been rambling? He’s probably bored. He’s definitely bored.

You stop mid-sentence. "Sorry, am I talking too much?"

Bruce looks down at you. "You know you're not."

And you do. Or at least, you’re supposed to. You spent the first month of this relationship waiting for him to lose patience. For the moment he’d tell you it was too much, you were too much, like so many others had before him.

He never did, but you can’t quite stop the familiar worry from creeping in.

"It's just—" You hesitate. "You looked at the clock."

"I have a meeting in an hour," he says simply. “I’m just keeping track of time.”

You nod, but you must not look convinced, because he reaches for your hand, his voice softening just a fraction.

“The manor’s quiet.” His thumb brushes over your knuckles. “You make it less so. I like that.”

Heat floods your cheeks. In the short time that you've known Bruce, you've learned that the public version of him is a mask. But with the people who matter, he doesn't waste words; what he does say, he means. And for all your openness, receiving that kind of sincerity has never come easy. It catches in your chest, too warm, too much, and you end up burying your face in his shoulder just to escape it.

A quiet laugh rumbles through him, warm and just a little smug. “Speechless? That’s new.”

You groan into his shirt. "I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

He presses a kiss to your hair, then sets the book aside and guides you down until your head rests in his lap, his thumb tracing slow, lazy circles along your arm.

“So,” he murmurs, “how did you prove her wrong?”

You grin, because of course he was paying attention—he always is—and you settle deeper into his touch, the words already spilling out again like they never stopped.

ROBERT PATTINSON as BRUCE WAYNE