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Chapter 3: Silver linings

Summary: After the date

Pairing: Battinson × you

A/N: Another pinch of jealous Bruce.

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Bruce was sitting in an arm chair in the living room. His fingers were nervously tapping the brown leather as he was waiting. Patiently, he wanted to think. But unfortunately, that was not the case.

All his senses were on the alert. Even the slightest sound would make his heart rate speed up and his eyes would look through the near window expecting to see Y/N stepping out of the jerk’s car.

It was already 1 am. It was about time she got home anyway. And plus, he knew for a fact they had already left the restaurant they were in.

How? One might wonder. The Batman had followed them, of course. That was his thing now, apparently. Bruce wasn’t exactly proud of his actions but it seemed he couldn’t help it. He just had to know she was alright and not in the hands of some creep.

That Clark person, Bruce wasn’t thrilled about him. Not one bit. But he looked respectful enough and hadn’t attempted anything with Y/N. If anything, she seemed a little too friendly. That last thought made Bruce’s stomach turn and that too well known rage was back again. It made him grip the armchair tightly: so tightly, his knuckles turned white.

‘You know, there’s a non – creepy way to do the thing you’re doing. Maybe you could ask her out on a date’ Alfred said quietly, standing at the door of the room with a tray of empty dishes. Bruce fixed his eyes on the butler for a moment.

‘I have no idea what you’re talking about’ he answered.

‘Sure, you don’t’ Alfred said as he continued down the hall, obviously making his way to the kitchen.

A little annoyed now, Bruce kept on staring throughout the window.

Images of what he had seen earlier invaded his mind: Y/N had laughed a little too hard for Bruce's liking, she’d seemed genuinely happy. He couldn’t imagine that guy being that funny. Bruce grunted quietly under his nose. Then his mind moved to another scene: Y/N’s hand touching Clark’s arm, her hand had cupped his bicep, she'd felt it up and down realll good. At some point it had even moved down his thigh where it had lingered for awhile. Too long. Long enough to make Bruce’s blood boil. And it was boiling ever since.

Truth be told, it was none of Bruce's business. He was fully aware of that. But lately he'd been having all of these feelings he couldn't quite understand. Nor control for that matter. Or were they more of instincts? He couldn't tell. But maybe he had to let go instead of trying to control them. Perhaps that would be the most helpful.

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Y/N's POV:

You had a perfect night with Clark. Like the good old days: you'd talk a little, flirt a little and drink a lot. That had been your thing ever since you could remember. It was fun.

Now the problem came after drinking: you'd start feeling people up and telling them all the weird things you secretly thought but never dared to say out loud when sober. At least you were a cute drunk, you thought. Silver lining.

You struggled to open the door, not exactly able to focus it properly. Eventually, you entered the manor. It was quiet and dark. Probably everyone was sleeping by then.

You pressed against the near wall for support trying to find the way to your room. Being drunk and walking on high heels trying not to make any noise wasn't an easy task.

'Jesus' you whispered. You had to take it easy, you thought. Step by step. Baby step by baby step. You had the whole night to find your room after all. You chuckled to yourself.

You were proud to say you were doing very good. Yes! Very good indeed. No missteps, no ankle twists so far. You were on fire that night.

You were feeling positive about your prospects when it came to reaching your room unharmed. They were a little far fetched though.

You were feeling proud one moment and then you were tripping the next. You let out a silent shriek. You were expecting to hit the ground,  you were expecting to feel the pain that was supposed to come but it never happened.

Instead you bumped into something rock hard. Was it a wall? If it was a wall, why was it heaving up and down? Those last thoughts lead your brain in a weird direction. It was trying to tell you something, to show you something. A repressed memory perhaps. But you were too drunk to recall it.

You looked up until your eyes locked on deep blue orbs. So very blue.

'Bruce' you whispered.

Holding you by your upper arms, he frowned. His touch on your bare skin was fire. It was buring underneath his big hand.

'You are drunk' he stated.

'Just a little' you giggled.

'Why are you home so late?' Bruce asked seriously.

'I was out with Clark. It was sooo fun' you giggled again and pointed a finger shoving it in Bruce's chest 'And you know what? Clark liked my dress, unlike you. So, if you don't like me in this dress, maybe the problem's in you'

You felt flushed for a moment. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was Bruce's intense gaze on you. You couldn't tell either way.

'Of course, I don't like you in it' Bruce said firmly. 'That's not a proper way for a lady to dress. You're just asking for trouble!'

'Well, then ...' You paused for a second until a thought invaded your mind. Crazy thought. 'Then, maybe I should take it off'

You looked up at him innocently. His blue eyes widened. They were full of surprise and something else. Something dark. Something primal.

Just then you figured it out: teasing Bruce Wayne was giving you an unexpected thrill. You wanted to test his limits. To see how much he can take.

You pushed the thick straps aside, sliding them down, revealing the milky skin of your shoulders underneath. You wanted to go further. You would have gone further but his big hand cupped yours.

'What are you doing?' his voice was raspy.

Summary: Being a philanthropist is hard. Even harder when you have a big secret to hide. Let’s add a pinch of desire and a big dose of lust to that. The Batman may be good at solving riddles, but how good is Bruce Wayne at solving the mystery behind his feelings?

Story type: Series

Pairings: Battinson x OC

A/N: It’s still a WIP. I haven’t worked out all the details yet.

All comments/asks(even the negative ones) are welcome. I’ll try to post regularly. Keep in mind that I’m not a native English speaker, so I apologize for any mistakes that might occur in the story. :)

P.S. No spoilers of The Batman.

P.P.S. I know the very first chapter is kind of boring but it will get spicy soon.

Warnings: Language, smut, adult content, 18+

Y/N’s POV:

You sighed taking a huge sip of your tea. This was nice, you guessed. If there was a silver lining in your situation, staying at a billionaire’s mansion was definitely it. You couldn’t lie: it was weird. And you felt a little nervous. You definitely were an inconvenience, you had no doubt. Not that you had a reason to think that. They were all nice to you.

Alfred was an absolute delight. He was like the fatherly figure you’d been missing dearly in your life for almost a decade now.

‘What a strange thought’ you thought. You had been staying there for two days and you were already comparing Alfred to a dad. ‘Get a grip on yourself!’

You hoped he was sincere though. You believed he was. He had already reassured you more than 3 times that you weren’t a bother. Not at all. Not even for ‘Master Wayne’. You weren’t sure about that last part though. Bruce Wayne hadn’t said anything explicitly but you could tell by his facial expression that he was uncomfortable around you. He appeared cold and unwelcoming. Not that you had spent that much time around him. He was almost never around and when he was, he barely spoke to you. You couldn’t really decide what he was like. You knew one thing for sure though: Bruce Wayne was a mystery.

Bruce’s POV:

That was torture. Pure torture. And Bruce blamed no other but Alfred for it. It was ALL his fault.

Alfred and his idea that the Wayne family has to keep up the philanthropy image and all. As if Bruce’s night activities weren’t focused exactly on that. He was thankful to Alfred for all he did and had done for him and his family but this was too much and completely unnecessary. Bruce didn’t care at the time when his butler had asked him but now he saw it as a problem. A big one at that.

Alfred, having worked for MI6 and everything, had this very close former MI6 colleague and current cop (the colleague in question had decided to change careers for some reason) in Metropolis who called him for a case. He’d had this witness who needed protection till they found more evidence for the trial and till they actually caught the man who did the crime. That’s why he had asked if Alfred could offer a safe place where they could provide the witness protection. Now, Alfred saw this as an opportunity: on one hand, to help his friend and to build up the Wayne image more, on the other. Especially since Bruce didn’t care much about it.

So, there they were. Providing protection for the witness. The more Bruce thought about it, the more flaws he found in Alfred’s idea. It was great on paper. But what about Bruce’s secret life? What about the Batman? It was too risky for a stranger to be walking around a house full of deadly equipment. And when that stranger was Y/N it was even riskier.

Bruce sighed loudly and ran his hands through his hair.

“Is everything okay, Master Wayne?” Alfred’s voice echoed somewhere in the background. Bruce’s eyes’ found the butler’s and he nodded.

‘Yes, everything’s okay’ he confirmed. ‘I’m just starting to think this was a bad idea’

‘What was?’

‘Y/N’s stay here. It’s too risky.’

Alfred raised an eyebrow.

‘She knows your headquarters are off limits. I believe she’ll respect your privacy.’ The butler said.  ‘She seems like a nice girl and I like her. Maybe you should try to be nice to her. You could use a friend your own age. Or more’

‘I don’t think so’ another loud sigh escaped Bruce’s mouth. He suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at Alfred. ‘I’m gonna grab something to eat’

 Walking in the kitchen and hoping for solitude, Bruce was more than disappointed to find Y/N there. Not that he didn’t like her or anything; just this was all new to him. He wasn’t used to a stranger roaming around his home. She was annoying him. Her presence itself in the same room as him was annoying him. What irritated him the most; however, were those glowing eyes of hers and her heavenly smell. He could smell the scent whenever she was near. Ocean. And something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

It didn’t matter though. Because he didn’t care. Not one bit.

He sighed. Quietly this time.

‘Hey’ he whispered.

Y/N jumped on her seat, clearly startled. Perhaps she hadn’t heard him, nor had she expected his presence.

‘Oh, Mr. Wayne, I didn’t hear you’

‘I’m sorry I startled you’ Bruce said quietly.

‘No need to apologize. I’m a little jumpy these days’ she answered and smiled. Damn it! Her smile was infuriating as well.

‘It’s normal I guess. After everything you’ve been through’

She nodded silently and looked down at her tea.

Bruce took the opportunity to study her closer. He hadn’t allowed himself to stare at her too long till that moment. However, he found himself fascinated by how perfect the features on her face were. Her long hair that was falling down in heavy auburn waves seemed to only bring out the delicate lines forming her face. Bruce noticed her lips pursed in a tight line but even then they appeared plump and juicy. So kissable. For a moment he cursed himself for that last thought.

He kept staring at her face, even more so when she looked up and pierced him with those deep beautiful eyes of hers.

She cleared her throat; maybe she was uncomfortable under his assessing intense look.

‘I’ve been meaning to tell you that I’m most grateful for your hospitality. Thank you, Mr Wayne’ she stated. ‘I know I must be an awful inconvenience for you. I will try to stay out of your way’

‘It’s my pleasure to have you here’ Bruce replied with an even voice. His composed personality was definitely preventing him from sounding sincere, he guessed, although he was saying all the right words. All the right words he didn’t mean. She WAS an inconvenience: a beautiful one. And that was so much worse.  ‘Do you have any plans for your stay?’

Y/N thought for a moment. Her face lighted up for a second.

‘I thought I could take a sightseeing tour around the city later today. And one of these days I might see a friend from Metropolis. He might be visiting.’

So, there was a ‘he’. Hmm. Of course there would be a he. Bruce had no doubt she was a desirable woman. For some reason, unknown to him, that last part made him frown.

‘Do you think that’s wise? I don’t think anyone from Metropolis is supposed to know you are here’ he said, putting an effort to sound unfazed and unbothered by the aforementioned realization.