#age gap!reader

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Bruce quirked an eyebrow and watched you for a moment. He wasn't sure WHAT exactly he missed- and he was frantically scanning his memory for anything it MIGHT be. But.

He could FEEL a storm coming.

You were about to make a fucking scene. A big one. And he took a deep breath, mentally preparing to strap in as he watched you look the assembled kids and your assistant.

"I want a list of EVERY drag event coming in the next two weeks," you announce calmy.

"Why?" Bruce asked. "Not that I'm opposed but-"

"Because," you answer, just as calmly, "If people want to hassle them and make a scene, I'll make a bigger one. I fucking DARE them to try some bullshit if I plant my ass in the front row with an entourage."

"Y/N-"

"You can punch them later if you want," you shrug. "But now I'm gonna make sure that the best part of my fan base gets left the fuck alone." You push yourself back from the desk and stretch, yawning.

"I thought we were your favorite," Steph pouted, teasing.

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"Bruce, you have a wife," Jason whined, "why do we even have to be here?"

"Because," Bruce said adjusting his tie and watching you. For the moment you were sparkling under the lights. Playing the consummate hostess. Sipping your cocktail and making a fuss over all your guests. "We're a family. This is a family event."

"Lame." Jason sighed.

"Come on Jay," Dick said grinning. "If you're not here how are you gonna help us make Y/N's one-liners go viral?"

"Guys," Bruce said, pinching the bridge of his nose, "It's a charity event not a-"

"Come on B," Dick said, "You married a woman people mistake for one of your kids sometimes. People look forward to her being a sassy little shit to upper crusty assholes all year now."

"Point," Stephanie said adjusting video settings on her phone, "I don't know why I'm even doing this. Y/N is the most photogenic person on the planet. Ugh it makes me sick."

"Right?" Dick cut in, adjusting his own phone. "It's sickening."

"Fine," Jason sighed. "But only because last year I missed it when she made some old crotchety bitch literally clutch her pearls."

"I have a bruise on my ass," you pout from the bathroom.

"My bad," Bruce chortled, pouring coffee, less than sorry.

You cross the floor and stalk out to snag a pastry and perch on the arm of his chair, "You're such a brute sometimes."

"It was there," he purred, "And just begging to be nibbled on."

"Gnawed on more like," you huff.

He nuzzled your shoulder and basked in the sun, watching the traffic below the penthouse for a moment. He enjoyed lazy mornings with you- something he didn't get enough of.

But, as you munched on pastry and sipped coffee, he could tell a definite change in your body. Less tension. A definite contentment. And that made him happy. Knowing you were satisfied and well cared for.

"I'll make it up to you," he promised, swatting your thigh affectionately.

"How?" you ask archly. Playing at being petulant.

"Well clearly, you don't need my help to buy shoes and purses," Bruce teased, "And you like designing your own gowns. So... Maybe we can find you some appallingly expensive cruelty-free jewelry."

"I do like my shiny bobbles," you muse.

"You do," he grinned, "And I like seeing you in that and nothing else."

"Well," you hum, "Maybe if I really like it, tonight when we get done with your photo shoot we can come home and have a little photo shoot of our own."

"Aren't I supposed to be spoiling you?" he asked.

"What's the matter old man," a paparazzi called as Bruce straightened slowly, wincing slightly as his ribs protested. "Your child bride blow your back out?"

"Don't look," You tell him, standing on your toes to kiss his cheek. It wasn't being lovey-dovey for the cameras. It let you get close enough to make sure he didn't fall. Last night his line broke on a grapple and he landed on his back. And sure, nothing was broken but at 40, he felt it. The next day sore and stiff was real.

He looked down at you and pulled you a little closer, "Wasn't gonna, you're nicer to look at." He bent to steal a proper kiss and smiled, "Child bride my ass-"

"Honestly I'm 25. I could still be acting and modeling but-"

"You gave it all up for me," he said, offering you his arm. "Like Princess Grace... It just made everyone think I'm holding you hostage."

"I can work when I want to," you point out, "I get scripts sent to me all the time still. I just don't get anything tempting enough to want to leave home for the shoot."

"So you're a willing hostage?" he teased, taking off his jacket to wrap around your shoulders. The sun was setting and the breeze was getting too cold for his liking. And your dress, while perfect for spring; something that would spawn dozens of rip offs by next week- was no match for the chill in the air.

"Lock me up?" you plead, whining, whirling to face him. Offering him your wrists and pounding gently on his chest.

He wrapped his hands around your wrists and grinned, eyes crinkling at the corners, "And throw away the key?"

"I still can't believe you're dating-"

"We're engaged," Bruce said, checking the location on the tracker.

"Pardon?" Clark asked blinking, "Since when?"

"Since the last time she was in Gotham," Bruce said, cheeks flushing under the cowl.

"Does anyone else-"

"No."

"Embarrassed?" Clark challenged, quirking an eyebrow.

"To be engaged to a beautiful woman? No," He snorted. "Her every waking second is scrutinized. She wanted a little while to just- be."

Clark nodded, smirking. "You're going soft, old man."

"Her first kiss was a PR stunt and she got her period at a baseball game wearing white pants," Bruce said cringing. "Now she's got some stalker-"

"Fair enough," Clark agreed nodding. "Just as long as the cake isn't pineapple-flavored, count us in."

"Hn."

Clark cocked his head and listened for a second. "I hear them," he said. "Or at least... him. He's got quite the plan worked out."

"Of course he does. They always do."

"This happen a lot?"

I love your writing and this scenario in particular has me very interested bc I think is so original. Usually, I don’t like age gap bc writers tend to make reader a little childlike or with no personality, but age gap!reader is so unique that I love her so much.

I like to imagine one of Bruce’s exes, like Selina (I’m sorry, but I always remember how she left him at the altar. I love her but my heart breaks for Bruce) comes back to Gotham and everything is kinda awkward bc yes, they have this weird off and on relationship (they haven’t seen each other for more than a year), not string attached but serious at the same time. And suddenly, he’s married to a fucking pop-star and actress??

Even a one night stand seeing Bruce “the playboy” marrying reader.

I can see this with anyone who used to be in love or having feelings either for Bruce or reader. “That should be me” by Justin Bieber will be in their spotify wrapped

I think it was the hard launch of the YEAR. Everyone will be so shocked by it that it becomes an iconic and part of Gotham’s pop culture. They did an interview and suddenly, the next thing they knew?? They got married at a private ceremony where only close family and friends knew.

"This is a stunt even for you, Bruce," Lois scolded tapping her foot. "Honestly-"

Bruce held his hands up, "The only reason it's public now is because we got caught in public. She was perfectly happy to be a private thing."

"Bruce," she scoffed giving him a look, "I know she's an adult but still. You're old enough to be her dad-"

"Not unless I was 16 when she was born," Bruce snorted, "she's the same age Dick is. Damian is 9-"

Lois rolled her eyes and took a seat, "So what did your kids say?"

"Over all, they were fine with it. If not happy about it. But Jason had to make a scene about me dating his childhood crush and betraying him all over again for dramatic effect. And Damian had to lecture me about the security risk."

"Naturally," Lois said smiling. "Jon said Damian had a lot to say about it. That's how we heard about it."

This time it was Bruce's turn to roll his eyes. "Be nice to her-"

"Are you kidding?" Lois asked, slightly incredulous.

"No-"

"Why would I not be? She's Iconic, honestly."

"And better at managing her image than I am," Bruce chuckled.

"Sad, really," Lois observed dryly. "But also impressive."

"No one knows who she dates, where she donates, no one knows her net worth for sure... honestly if she didn't volunteer the information I'm not even sure I'd know her favorite color."

"I'm not surprised," Lois mused, "After watching her get ripped apart a few years ago."

"I don't-"

"You wouldn't," Loid allowed, "You didn't have editors that wanted you to write think pieces about it. And you didn't work in an office that had a betting pool to her inevitable suicide or addiction spiral."

Bruce winced. He didn't remember it. Not directly, but you'd talked about it. It was part of why he agreed to letting you keep things private. You liked keeping things quiet. A separation between your public face and your private one. It fucked you up. And no one protected you. You'd had to handle it alone- Sure, you had your team but that wasn't the same as having PEOPLE to fall back on.

Do you think she is a 1D girly (if it exists in this universe) cause I feel like she would love them and be a total fan girl.

How would Bruce react?

I think this could be a funny moment

XOXO💋

"... in Entertainment news Y/N Y/L/N the wife of billionaire Bruce Wayne was spotted making waves at an LA nightclub dancing on the bar with members of the boy band 'Boys Attack'! Is there trouble in paradise?"

Bruce rolled his eyes and took a sip of his coffee, "Not unless you count a night out with some old friends as "trouble".

"She's got moves," Steph snorted, "Who doesn't she know? Jesus Christ-"

"The lore is that she got them started," Tim said shrugging. "They were just a bunch of male models."

"Unseemly," Damian scoffed.

Bruce shook his head. It must have been a rough shoot. Or a boring one if you were out and about while you were working. You typically live like a little monk. Work, eat, sleep, repeat until it's over. Though he supposed it was possible you just wanted to go DO something else- being married, publicly did have some perks. When people didn't let you be you just got obnoxious about how wonderful your husband was. Or outright called him. "It's just a night out, Dami. Not an affair."

"Yet," Damian cautioned.

Bruce rolled his eyes, "Damian, watch your words," he cautioned back. He trusted his wife. He'd known you were going out, and with whom. Why? Not because he'd tracked you but because you'd called to tell him. "Have a good day, everyone. Make smart choices." He picked up his coffee off the table and started out of the room, wondering if you were awake yet-

"Can we dance on tables?" Steph called at his retreating back.