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summary: Turns out you had met the Waynes well before meeting your husband.
pairing: Bruce Wayne x fem!reader
tags and warning(s): Nothing as far as I'm aware, wrote this in an hour and I'm way too sleepy to proofread this. some info might not be accurate, Maybe OOC
word count:1.1k
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Bruce Wayne had a hollow pit in his heart that ached for the simple things in life, such as Jason picking up his call, dick staying the night at the manor, among others. But like everyone else, he wished for things that could never happen, like his parents alive and well beyond their early thirties, and meeting you, his wife.
But what if fate had other plans?
It's a random Tuesday as Bruce, and you stand in the middle of your grandfather's beloved attic. The wooden floors creak under your weight, dust particles moving in spirals as the early rays of sunshine flit through the glass panes of the dormer window. Your mother had asked for your help in cleaning your grandparents' place, and so you pulled in Bruce - offering him a break from his corporate duties, which he gladly agreed to.
"Wow, I did not realise my grandad hoarded so many things", you say, looking at the vast number of trinkets and boxes stacked along the walls on both sides of the attic. Each was well organised, with a label pasted on the top.
"Your grandad was a man of culture", Bruce chuckles, looking at the various band posters from the 40s and 50s. There were even autographs from some of them, neatly preserved.
Both of you got to work immediately, knowing it would be hours before everything was cleaned out. You had decided to split the work by concentrating on different ends of the triangular room.
Bruce had struck gold by ending up in the corner where your granddad had seemed to store much of the photo albums and cassettes, stacked on top of each other, labeled in detail about what the insides contained. It gave Bruce an insight to your family, a family from looking at the albums that had photos from back since your grandparents got married, having their daughter â your mother, to her getting married, and having you.
He had seen a lot of your photos since the early days of dating, but these were different. Your grandfather was an avid photographer, and Bruce could sense it through the varied angles and poses that he made everyone do.
"Having fun, huh?" you mumble, looking at Bruce as he suppresses a chuckle while looking at the pictures of you â a two-year-old, wearing a princess gown and a wand gripped tightly within your grubby fingers.
"You get stuck with the more fun part, while I have to dust some old documents", you grumble, looking at files and files of documents.
"Do you wanna exchange, sweetheart?"
"Nope," you say, emphasizing the 'p' as you shift to the next box, "Besides, I like hearing you laugh, even if it comes at the cost of my pictures"
An hour passes by.
You had finished four out of the twelve boxes. Heaving a sigh, you decide it's time for a well-deserved break. And what better to do than annoy your beautiful husband?
"Bruce, Brucie Wayne," you turn to look at him at the lack of any response "Bruce?"
Bruce doesn't answer, his broad back turned towards you. There is something different in the air from a few minutes ago, almost tinged with melancholic fragrance. You move towards, hoping to see what made him go so still, only to let out a gasp when you see it.
There you were, maybe five or six years old, wearing a large doctor's coat that reached well beyond your limbs, dragging onto the marble floor and a cute pink stethoscope around your neck. But that was not what made you gasp; it was the couple you were standing with in the photo.
Thomas and Martha Wayne.
Both of them were crouched next to you on either side. Thomas Wayne in his fitting black suit paired with a dark blue silk necktie embellished with motifs, while Martha Wayne wore a simple black silk dress paired with a blue plaid jacket.
There was a tiny piece of description below the photograph, a little shabby, like your grandpa wasn't sure what to write.
' Y/N & famous couple from Gotham (VHS #155)'
Bruce let out a laughâ loud but bittersweet. It made sense for your grandad to not know them, considering the only people he thought to be rich were the Queens.
You looked at Bruce, his eyes a little glazed as you cupped his face, fingers rubbing against the expanse of his cheek. Pressing a small kiss on his forehead, you whisper, "Shall we watch the VHS tape?"
He hums as you both try finding the exact tape among two hundred of them. Once retrieved, you dust the Toshiba VCR at the corner, pulling it slightly towards the center. You and Bruce try to get it to start since it probably hasn't been used in a while.
After a few minutes, the VCR lights up. Inserting the tape, you press play, and both of you stand back, Bruce's arm over your shoulder as you lay your head on his chest, arms wrapped around his waist.
The VCR displays a blue gradient before buzzing to a grainy film of you in a purple and pink frock , smiling widely at the camera. There's a lot of noise around you â people clapping , speeches being read as your grandad records the stage when Thomas Wayne was giving his speech. Bruce shifted a little, hand holding yours a little tighter, from hearing his father's voice after so many years.
The video then shifts to you, standing in front of the couple, wearing a pink stethoscope and a white coat a little too large for your frame. Martha Wayne smiles , a smile so radiant, before crouching down to her knees as she shakes your hand.
"Hi, there. What's your name?"
You say your name before letting out a giggle at her calling you beautiful.
"You want to be a doctor when you grow up?" She asks, hands pointing at the instrument hanging around your neck.
"Yes, ma'am. I want to be a heart doctor," you say, peering at the woman beside you. Thomas Wayne smiles before exchanging pleasantries with your grandfather.
"Oh, that's wonderful! You will be a great doctor one day, my dear."
And with that, the VHS comes to an end.
Bruce sniffles a little , his hands holding your waist, chin placed on top of your head. Silence fills the space along with the sounds of your nieces playing around the house. You don't know how long the both of you stayed like that, but it could have been forever, and you didn't mind at all.
Bruce is beyond happy. While it may not be visible to the naked eye, you could feel the joy emanating from the open crevices of grief and gaps of affection. He was happy that you âhis wife, the love of his life â had met his parents. And they had gotten the chance to meet you.
Perhaps both of you really were soulmates.
A/N: Comments and Reblogs appreciated! Writing something for bruce after a long time.
During your college years, PreYandere!Playboy was the undisputed king of the campus social scene, a textbook Playboy who treated hearts like disposable toys. PreYandere!Playboy slept with almost every girl in his orbit, but PreYandere!Playboy established a cruel, unspoken rule when it came to you: he would never touch you. Whenever you tried to confess your genuine feelings, he would openly mock you in front of his friends, turning your vulnerability into a spectator sport. "You? Please. You're not my type, not even close," heâd laugh, tossing his arm around a random girl heâd met five minutes prior.
Yet, PreYandere!Playboy completely weaponized your unrequited love to make you his personal servant. He kept you at his absolute beck and call. You were the one staying up until 4:00 AM completing his midterms, writing his essays, and doing his group projects while he was out partying. He would text you a blunt, demanding message, "Need the finance paper by tomorrow, don't mess it up." and you would do it, completely starved for even a shred of his validation. PreYandere!Playboy bullied you constantly for being so pathetic, yet he took everything you gave him without a single ounce of gratitude.
The true tragedy was that your feelings didn't vanish when the graduation caps were thrown. You entered the corporate world still hopelessly hooked on him, carrying the heavy, exhausting weight of that college-era yearning. For the first year after graduation, you still answered his late-night texts, still listened to him complain about his shallow flings, and still allowed yourself to be his emotional safety net while he continued to ignore your worth.
The change happened slowly, then all at once. The exhaustion of adulthood finally overtook the romanticized delusion of your college years. You started working at a new firm, making your own money, and meeting entirely new circles of people who actually treated you with basic human respect. For the first time in your life, you went out for drinks with coworkers who listened when you spoke, and you realized just how starved for genuine connection you had actually been.
The first time you left him on "Read" wasn't even a grand statement; you were simply too busy enjoying a dinner with friends to care about his text. When you checked your phone hours later and saw his usual, low-effort message ("Bored, what are you doing?"), A strange wave of apathy washed over you. You didn't reply. You locked your phone and went to sleep. Within a month, leaving his messages on Read or entirely unscrolled on Delivered became your new normal.
Your silence completely shatters PreYandere!Playboy sense of reality. For years, his entire ego was built on the absolute certainty that no matter how badly he treated you, no matter who he slept with, you would always be waiting in the wings, hopelessly in love with him. You were his anchor. The moment he realizes his text messages are staying on Read for days at a time, a terrifying, ugly panic claws its way into his chest.
Yandere!Playboy lifestyle completely loses its flavor. He goes out to clubs, but he spends the entire night staring at his phone, waiting for three typing dots that never appear. He tries to hook up with random people to prove he doesn't care, but he finds himself completely numb, utterly furious that you are the one successfully moving on. His arrogant, cocky facade completely breaks down, mutating into a desperate, obsessive hyper-fixation. He didn't want you when you were at his feet, but now that you are walking away, he is realizing you are the only person who ever truly mattered.
Because you aren't answering his phone calls, Yandere!Playboy resorts to stalking your new life. One rainy evening, as you step out of your office building, chatting and laughing with a new coworker, you freeze. Standing by the curb, completely drenched and staring at you with a wild, hollow look in his eyes, is him. He doesn't look like the polished, arrogant campus king anymore; he looks unhinged, desperate, and deeply dangerous.
Yandere!Playboy steps right into your path, completely ignoring your coworker, and grips your upper arms with a force that trembles. His voice is a ragged, breathless choke, completely stripped of his old playground mockery. "Why aren't you answering me? Who is this? You don't get to just stop looking at me. You spent four years telling me you loved me; you don't get to just change your mind! I don't care about anyone else anymore. I want you. Look at me! Tell me you still look at me!"
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Bruce and reader who grew up together. You didnât start dating till you were 16.
Bruce and reader who got married at 20. Hidden from the world, he wore the ring on a chain around his neck.
Bruce and reader who got divorced at 25, five months after he became Batman.
He was secretive and he snuck out at night. You could tell when he lied to you about where he was.
The rift formed, your heart shattered. You thought he was cheating, he drifted so far from you. You brought it up for the last time, asked if he was cheating. He let you believe he was. He didnât know how to tell you he was a masked vigilante beating criminals up and locking them away. He shouldâve just told you.
So when you asked, standing at the foot of the once shared bed, and he stared at you like youâd grown two more heads.
âBruce, youâre gone. You sneak out in the middle of the night, I never know where you go! You lie to me every single time. Just be honest!â You pleaded, desperately. Your sobs racking through your body.
He got silent and his face remained emotionless. Pressing his lips into a thin line. He lied to you, this time way better than before.
âYouâre right, I am cheatingâŚâ it broke a part of him to lie to you like that. He didnât know how to explain to you that a part of him so damaged, dark and angry at the criminals in this city, was running around at night locking them away. (Like that, you big idiot)
You went into the shared closet, grabbed a suitcase and packed. Shaking hands, tears streaming down your face and your heart shattered.
Bruce was still sat on the bed, his head now in his hands. He heard you walk back into the room, his head lifts slowly as he looks at you. His life, his home, his world. Packed and ready to leave him. All because he couldnât tell the truth, all because he felt like he couldnât juggle Batman and you.
âYou can keep everything, I donât wantâŚany of it.â You mumble, defeated.
âNothing?â
âNothing Bruce.â You stated flatly as you took of the rings.
You walked out of the bedroom, and then out of his life for good.
He tried to move on over the years. Nothing lasted and his mind always came back to you. He checked on you from time to time. The first time he did it, it was a month after you left him.
Youâd move to metropolis in that time. Away from him, a new start.
Divorce papers showed up the next day. You literally wanted nothing from him.
He signed, he wouldâve signed even if he you had wanted things. He wanted you happy.
Those last five months, he saw the life slowly drain from your eyes and he knew he was the cause.
So to see you twenty years later, back in gotham, at night and walking through an alleyway. His heart stopped. Youâre back and you still look amazing. He watches over you, a good thing too, because a mugger is now pointing a gun at you.
He drops down from the rooftop, takes the guy down and grabs your purse out of his hands. You smile, your chest heaving as adrenaline courses through you.
He hands your purse to you and asks if youâre alright. You thank him and take your purse back. He thought heâd moved on, he definitely hasnât.
Your brows furrow and you squint.
âBruce?â
He stills, he tries to find something to say, something to not confirm that itâs him.
âOh maybe Iâm wrong, sorry you just smell like him.â
You stutter as heat creeps up your neck.
âYou remember how I smell?â
He shouldnât have asked. That confirms itâs him.
âBruce!â You smack his arm.
âI -yeah of course I do. We were together for years itâs kinda hard to forget.â You mutter shyly.
He grabs onto you and grapples the both of you to a rooftop. He takes off his cowl and stares at you.
You smile and then it quickly fades.
âWait, were you always Batman?â
âYes.â
âSo when I thought you were cheating on me??â
âI was BatmanâŚâ
âRight. So you chose to tell me you were cheating instead of telling me this?â You cross your arms over your chest.
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hiii what do u think is the most pet nickname used by each dc man (like bruce, dick, hal, roy etc)
BRUCE WAYNE -- "sweetheart"
def would be one of the main nicknames he'd call you. he's seen how love is expressed thru his parents and i would def see thomas call martha that. i think it would be even more meaningful to him if you two were married, calling you "sweetheart" softly with a voice reserved for you and only you: a contrast to the brooding voice he'd put on as batman or the fake charisma cocky voice he'd put on as "brucie" wayne
CLARK KENT -- "honey"
NO EXPLANATION NEEDED!!! like bruce, clark also saw how love was expressed thru his parents, jonathan and martha. i can def def DEF see his kansas accent slip a little bit whenever he'd call you "honey" (or any other nickname that's similar or cheesy in that lovestruck way lol) with that cheerful tone that never fails to brighten up ur entire day, no matter how bad of a day you've had
HAL JORDAN -- "angel"
okay this one i lowkey dont have much of an explanation for. it just sort of fits him right ifykwim, esp since he's always been portrayed as a charismatic and confident man. ntm he's was also part of the air force a long time ago (idk how thats relevant help) idk why but the idea of hal jordan calling you "angel" with that playful tone and his signature grin just fits more right than goldilocks and the three bears
JASON TODD -- "baby"
you're gonna have to give him grace when it comes to pet names LMAO. unlike others, he didn't have a good example of a healthy relationship during his childhood, hence why he often struggled with relationships. but with you, he was gentle-- almost scared-- to hold you in his hands, afraid that his blood stained hands would leave marks on you too. but as time passes by, you'd get used to jason calling you "baby", trying to sound casual but not hiding the fondness
help these were the ones that came in my mind and im lowkey too tired and drained to add more characters đ also bye i just realized how i use like the same five pet names for every character (tell me you've never been in a relationship without telling me you've never been in a relationship)
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