#bruce wayne reader insert

You awoke at the crack of dawn this morning to prep for the day. In a not so shocking twist, Damien had lied, cheated and outright bribed several of his siblings in order to get a zoo trip in this month. The Waynes were such regulars at the zoo (and contributed so much in donations) that they’d named an entire section after the family. The Wayne Reptile House (filled to the brim with several of the reptiles you’d ‘rescued’ from Damien’s room upon Alfred’s discovery of Damien’s unsanctioned renovation of his closet). It was important to you that the children experienced even just a smidge of normalcy amongst all the vigilantism.

You’re staring into the pantry, debating whether to do pancakes or waffles, when an old favourite song comes on the speaker. This was your favourite part of Sunday’s. Once everyone realized how serious you were about the rules, Sunday morning had become your alone time. If the kids were fighting, they handled it amongst themselves. If someone had a question, they went to Bruce or Alfred for answers. Mom was not to be disturbed.

The word Mom still brings a small smile to your face. You’d never really pictured yourself as a mother but when you’d stumbled your way into a romance with THE Bruce Wayne, he’d already gained 2 of your ever growing hoard of children. You’d stumbled your way into motherhood much the way you stumbled into Bruce’s arms.

You begin to softly hum to the song as you decide to just make pancakes and waffles. With a family full of crime fighters more was always the safer option. No one wants a repeat of Tim and Richard’s destructive fight for the last cinnamon bun. You had to spend a fortune redoing the dinning room after, replacing antiques was not cheap, and your heart still hadn’t recovered from the sticker shock. Needless to say the boys were still working off their debt by assisting Alfred in the daily runnings of the manor. As you got lost in the gargantuan undertaking of cooking for the whole Wayne clan, your gentle hums morphed to soft whispers of lyrics.

Just as you were frying the last batch of pancakes the opening chords of your and Bruce’s song came through the speakers. It would be more accurate to state that you’d unilaterally declared it your and Bruce’s song. During your second year of dating you had slowly begun introducing him to the world of romcoms. One particularly chilly fall day that year saw Bruce catching a cold. You took advantage of that to force him into a binge of some of the best and cringiest of your favourites from the 2000’s. Two particular movies seemed to make the notoriously stoic Bruce Wayne emotional. The obvious one being ‘Two Weeks Notice’, but it was the Hugh Grant, Drew Barrymore semi-musical ‘Music & Lyrics’ that would produce the perfect song for your and Bruce’s life together.

As the sounds of Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore came through the speaker you began to sing in earnest.

‘I've been living with a shadow overhead

I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed

I've been lonely for so long

Trapped in the past, I just can't seem to move on’

Your mind drifted to how you and Bruce met. Recently heartbroken and determined never to let another man hurt you, you’d sworn of men and decided to dedicate all your attention to advancing at work. Your first steps were taking the assignment no one else wanted to touch with a ten foot pole. Being Bruce Wayne’s personal assistant. Those who succeeded at such a gargantuan undertaken seemed to excel through the ranks at Wayne Enterprises, but those who fell short well, you’d heard his last personal assistant had moved back home to small town Kansas and given up the corporate ladder completely.

Your first week had been a cake walk, seeing as Bruce had been away on business meetings in Europe. It’d given you time to get settled in and a system in place. You were determined to be the best personal assistant he’d ever had.

Upon Bruce’s first day back in the office, you’d mustered up all the courage you had and waltz into his office. With barely a good morning you’d launched into a tirade of how things were going to be and that unlike his past assistants you were going to set boundaries. He’d blinked at you slowly, and you were convinced you were about to be fired. His mouth opened and the word okay seemed to unintentionally fall out. You both stood there a moment, seemingly shell shocked at the interaction, before you gathered your wits. With a pivot of your heels you rushed out your own okay before returning to your desk.

Unbeknownst to you Bruce himself had been going through a touch of heartbreak, having had a fall out with his former paramour Selina. His accounts of your first meeting paint you in a much fiercer, more beautiful light. But you’re sure he’s simply remembering the day with rose tinted glasses seeing as you had a poorly concealed coffee stain on your blouse and your hair had definitely begun its escape from the clip you’d rushed it into on the train that morning. Nevertheless he claims it was your fierce determination that stunned him into submission and not his utter exhaustion from sleep deprivation.

‘I’ve been hiding all my hopes and dreams away

Just in case I ever need ‘em again someday

I’ve been setting aside time

To clear a little space in the corners of my mind’

The weeks following your initial meeting were a full of meetings, calls and insuring your boss took proper care of himself. It took exactly three days for you to realize he’d forget to eat, four to realize he seemed to not be sleeping either.

You quietly placed a standing order with the sandwich place down a couple blocks from the building, and then methodically went through Bruce’s calendar and put a two hour meeting blackout everyday around 2pm. You’d also had the couch that sat on the wall just outside his office doors moved into his office proper. The next day you simply waltzed into his office at noon and dropped the sandwich on his desk before returning to your own desk. Two hours later you waltzed in dropping a pillow and blanket on the couch and closed the blinds without a word. As you turned to leave Bruce questioned what you were doing. You simply informed him that you’d place a permanent daily block on meetings between 2pm-4pm and that his office doors would be locked for that period of time as well.

When asked, Bruce will claim that as the day he fell in love with you.

You continued on that way for months, the world seeming to move in a blur around you. Your friends encouraged you to start dating again, but you just weren’t sure you could ever trust a man again. Besides, work was so exhausting most days that you were certain you’d simply pass out at the restaurant if you did go on a date. What a terrible first impression that would make.

It was a seemingly unremarkable Tuesday morning when the world came screaming into focus again.

‘All I wanna do is find a way back into love

I can’t make it through without a way back into love

Oh’

You’d been tutting about the office while Bruce attended a meeting with Lucius in the lower levels of Wayne Enterprises. You had just started printing off a report for Bruce’s next meeting when your printer ran out of paper. Normally this would be a none issue, except for reasons unknown to you, the night cleaner had developed a habit of putting the box of printer paper on top of the bookcase in the corner. A bookcase that stood nearly three heads taller than you. He’d been doing it for weeks despite your many conversations with him about it. You had tried bringing it up to Bruce, but he just blamed it on the language barrier and claimed it as a non-issue since he could just grab it for you.

It was just your luck that the printer would run out when Bruce was in the midst of a meeting and wouldn’t be back for at least another hour, probably two seeing as his meetings with Lucius always seemed to go over their allotted time slot. You’d been certain the office would have a step ladder hidden around somewhere, but after nearly twenty minutes of searching and being put on hold with maintenance, you’d given up. You could just wait till Bruce returned, but you had only printed half of the first of ten copies of a 40 page report that was required for his next meeting. You’d begun cursing everyone from the night cleaner for his obsession with moving the paper to the head of marketing and research’s assistants for not sending the reports yesterday when you’d requested them. Difficult problems required creative solutions, however the only thing you had that was light enough to drag over to the bookcase while giving you enough height to grab a ream of paper was your office chair. As the head of the companies employee safety committee you knew this was a terrible idea, as Bruce Wayne’s golden assistant the risk of letting your boss down for the first time ever outweighed the risk to your personal safety.

Even with the chair you needed to climb the bookshelf to actually reach the shelf the paper was on. Ream firmly in your grasp you moved to step back into the chair. As your foot touched the chair your hand slipped from the shelf and you felt yourself go backwards. You closed your eyes and braced for impact but it never came. Instead you felt arms wrap around your back and hip, securing you to a firm chest. You opened your eyes coming face to face with Bruce. Had his eyes always been that blue?

“What the hell were you doing.” He was angry, his blue eyes tightening with worry. A warmth flitted through you at the thought that he cared about your safety.

“Grabbing the printer paper.” You gasped out, bending to grab the ream that had fallen to the ground when you’d lost your grip.

“You could have injured yourself if I hadn’t shown up in time.” Bruce was still in your personal space and it was starting to overwhelm you. ‘Had he always been this… large?’ He seemed to tower over you.

“Yes, well I wouldn’t have needed to do all that if the cleaner would stop placing my printer paper up there.” You’d stepped back from Bruce, needing something to keep you from ogling your boss, you began fiddling with the printer.

“You could have waited for me.” He got in your space again, his voice softer now as he took the paper from your shaking hands.

“Do you understand how ridiculous it is to have to wait for the CEO of the company just to load a ream of paper into my printer?” You huffed out, turning back towards him now. The two stood there, chest to chest just staring at each other. You didn’t want to be the one to back down first, but you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep from blushing while staring into to his eyes.

‘What was with you today? You’d never had a problem going toe to toe with Bruce before. Now suddenly your acting like a horny school girl, daydreaming about climbing this man like-

“Fine.” Bruce stalked off to his office, an indiscernible glower on his face, leaving you to ponder what the hell had just happened. And why you seemingly out of nowhere had very inappropriate thoughts about your boss.

That night marked the first of many failed blind dates, agreed to only after having decided that it was your lack of a love life that had you daydreaming about your boss.

The next morning the box of paper was on the bottom shelf of the bookcase.

‘I’ve been watching but the stars refuse to shine

I’ve been searching but I just don’t see the signs

I know that it’s out there

There’s gotta be something for my soul somewhere’

Things between you and Bruce changed after that day. You’d never realized how comfortable you two had become with one another until you suddenly weren’t. You’d taken to communicating with him almost exclusively through emails and his calendar due to how awkward everything had become. He’d try to ask you about your life and you’d just clam up, not wanting to tell the object of your recurring lusty dreams about your string of failed dates. Failed because after less than two minutes you’d start comparing all of them to Bruce. The whole thing was getting so out of hand, you’d started seriously contemplating putting in for a transfer.

You’d been so lost in thought it took Bruce loudly clearing his throat for you to notice him standing in front of your desk.

“Yes, Mr. Wayne?” You’d resolved that complete professionalism was the only sure way to put everything back to normal. Or at least it will hopefully allow you to cling to some semblance of normal until you stop chickening out and put in for reassignment.

“I was wondering,” he seemed nervous, fidgeting with the snow globe I kept on the edge of my desk. “Do you have a date to the Christmas Gala?” Oh. He’s not? Is he? He couldn’t possibly-“I was just thinking if you didn’t have one, we could go together.” He was- “just as friends. We are friends aren’t we?” n’t.

“Yes, Mr. Wayne I suppose I’ve come to regard you as a” the word friend seemed to catch in your throat “friend over these last few months. But, to be quite honest with you, I wasn’t planning on attending the Christmas Gala.”

“You have too. In fact, I’m making it a mandatory requirement of your job that you have to be there. I’ll pick you up at 7pm.” He didn’t even give you time to respond before waltzing back into his office. It took all of 30 seconds for you to follow after him.

“You cannot force me to go to the gala Mr.Wayne.” You’d stopped in front of his desk, arms crossed over your chest.

“Why not?” He leaned back in his chair, smug smile glued to his face.

“Because I’m a human being with free will and, according to the Wayne Enterprises Employee Handbook, attempting to force me to attend would constitute harassment.” The smile slowly dropped from his face as he rose from his chair.

“If you truly don’t want to attend, I won’t push the matter.” He took slow, deliberate steps towards you, halting just far enough to be considered proper, but still close enough for you to catch the scent of his cologne. “However, it’d mean a lot to me if you did attend.” You’d been so distracted by his eyes and the seemingly sincere look on his face that you hadn’t even noticed he’d reached for your hand. You stood there utterly unmoored by the events of the past few minutes. You mentally shook your self out and opened your mouth to once again decline his invitation.

“Okay.” You were stunned with utter disbelief at the disconnect between your brain and your mouth. Bruce smirked.

“Perfect, like I said early I’ll pick you up around 7pm. If we’re going together, I really should match my tie to your dress. What colour is it going to be?” He’d started heading back to his desk.

“Mint.” You mumbled out. If you were going to be photographed on Bruce Waynes arm, even as just a friend, there was only one dress in your wardrobe that was even close to passable. Turns out you would get a second wear out of the bridesmaids dress from your sister’s wedding.

‘I’ve been looking for someone to shed some light

Not somebody just to get me through the night

I could use some direction

And I’m open to your suggestions’

The Christmas Gala was a disaster. The gala itself was wonderful, decorated to the nines, wonderful little hors d’oeuvres being passed around on trays that looked suspiciously like real silver. You however were a disaster. After entering the gala on Bruces arm, to the flash of what seemed like a million cameras, you’d been immediately pulled away to solve a crisis for the marketing assistants. The crisis turned out to be nothing more than a minor tear in her dress. One strategically placed safety pin later and you found yourself in the midst of the gala uncertain where Bruce had wandered off too.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing standing alone?” Oliver Queen. You’d had several run ins with him whilst working for Bruce.

“Oliver, not that it’s any of your business but I’m looking for Bruce.” You didn’t even bother glancing at him, lest you encourage his flirtations. “You haven’t seen him recently, have you?”

“Does Brucie really have you working on Christmas? He truly has no shame. If you were working for me-“ You cut him off before he could descend into what was sure to be a thinly veiled innuendo.

“We’ve talked about this Oliver. I’m not interested in you, professionally or personally.” You levelled your iciest look at him.

“Sheesh, can’t even give a guy a shot in the spirit of Christmas?” You harden your glare. “Fine, fine. I can take a hint sometimes.” He raised his hands in surrender before placing them on your shoulders turning you in a full 180. “Your beloved Brucie is right there, and it seems he’s decided to use the spirit of the season to rekindle an old flame.” You were met with the sight of Bruce and Selina Kyle in an arch way locked in a kiss.

“Oh.” Logically you knew you had no right to be upset. Bruce had made it abundantly clear the two of you were just friends. But if that were true, why did this feel so much worse than any breakup you’d gone through in your near 25 years of life. “Excuse me, I need to- I should check- I…” You left Oliver standing there as you rushed from the ballroom.

‘All I wanna do is find a way back into love

I can’t make it through without a way back into love

And if I open my heart again

I guess I’m hoping you’ll be there for me in the end’

You wrote your two week notice on the train ride back to your apartment. You were sure you looked quite the sight, shivering in your evening dress, makeup running down your face from the tears you couldn’t hold back. It took an hour longer than normal to reach your corner of Gotham, it gave you time to compartmentalize. Due to the Holidays you’d only have to work out one week of your two weeks notice, but that was still one week of having to see the man who had unintentionally shattered your heart. The worst part is you couldn’t even be mad at him. He’d done nothing to lead you on or imply that you were anything more than friends. You’d simply allowed your imagination to get the better of you and now here you were crying because you’d broken your own heart. You were so lost in your own heartbreak you failed to notice the man standing outside your apartment building until you literally walked into him.

“I’m so sor-“ you began to tumble out an apology as you lifted your eyes to the face of the torso you’d just slammed into, only to be met with achingly familiar blue eyes. “Bruce?”

“You left.” He looked upset, almost as if he were the one heartbroken. “You didn’t even say goo- Have you been crying?” His hand lifts to your face, thumb trailing under your eye. You have to repress a shudder at the feeling of his warm hand on your cold cheek. “Was it Queen? Did he say something again? I’ll have him bared from the building.” You step out of Bruce’s embrace.

“No, it wasn’t Oliver Mr.Wayne.” Professionalism, detachment, that was the only way you were going to get through this final encounter with the man you’d come to love. “It was a personal matter and it’s been handled. But since you’re here I might as well do this face to face. I’m resigning from my position as your personal assistant effective immediately. I’ve already emailed HR and-“

“No.”

“No? This isn’t a yes or no, situation Mr. Wayne. I’m not asking your permission, I’m telling you. I quit.” You’re astonished at the level of strength in your own voice.

“No, you don’t. And while we’re at it you’ll stop with this Mr.Wayne nonsense and go back to calling me Bruce.” He’s agitated now, angry at you.

“Mr. Wayne once again it’s not up to you. I’ve already sent my notice to HR, and accepted a new position elsewhere.” A small lie, but a seemingly necessary one seeing how hard of a time Bruce seems to be having with grasping the concept of your departure from his life.

“Then I’ll buy this new company you work for.” He’s invaded your personal bubble once more.

“Mr. Wayne you can’t just buy a corporation to stop me from quitting.”

“Bruce, and yes I can. I’m a billionaire if you’ve forgotten.” You’re nearly chest to chest at this point. “If this personal matter is the reason you’re quitting, then let me help. I’m sure with your brains and my money we can figure out a solut-“

“I’m in love with you, you idiot.” You push at his chest, anger fuelling your every movement now. “I’m in love with you and I didn’t relish the thought of having to sit in that office day after day watching you moon over Seli-“ He’s kissing you. Bruce Wayne is kissing you. Your to stunned to do anything other than let him.

‘There are moments when I don’t know if it’s real

Or if anybody feels the way I feel

I need inspiration

Not just another negotiation’

When he’d finally pulled away, self satisfied look on his face, you began to berate him. It was his turn to be stunned into silence while you cursed him out in the middle of the street (unbeknownst to either of you, one of the teens from your apartment block filmed the whole thing. It went viral by morning and Wayne Enterprises PR team had to work overtime to spin it in the companies favour). It would take the better part of a week for him to convince you that what’d you seen was Selina’s last ditch attempt at winning him back. It’d taken him another two months of failed wooing attempts to finally get you to agree to be his girlfriend.

‘All I wanna do is find a way back into love

I can't make it through without a way back into love

And if I open my heart to you

I'm hoping you'll show me what to do

And if you help me to start again

You know that I'll be there for you in the end’

The song fades out and your left standing in the middle of your kitchen lost in thought when a gentle chuckle penetrates your subconscious. You whirl around to find Bruce leaned against the entryway, smile lighting up his face.

“How long have you been standing there?” You could feel a blush beginning to bloom across your cheeks.

“Does it matter?” He advances on you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Yes, I need to gauge how embarrassed I should be.” You sink into his embrace, wrapping your own arms around his neck. He bends down and plants a gentle kiss on your lips.

“What were you thinking so intently about?” He gently sweeps an errant strand of hair behind your ear. It was your turn to plant a distracting kiss on Bruce’s lips, the last thing you needed was to inflate his ego. “Ah, so you were thinking about me.” He smirks when you break for air.

“I was not.” Your blush deepens, as if thinking about your husband was the most scandalous thing in the world.

“Mom’s always thinking about you. It’s kinda gross actually.” Jason sat atop your counter eating a cinnamon bun. “What do you even see in the old man anyway? You’re young, attractive and funny. You could do a lot better than Bruce.”

“Off my counter.” You pulled out of Bruce’s embrace to admonish your son. “And put that down, those are for brunch.” You swat his hand away from the fruit tray. He hops off the counter planting a kiss to your check, as he grabs the fruit tray and starts carrying it to the table in the adjacent dinning room.

“It is brunch though mother.” You startle a bit at the sound of Damians voice coming from beside you, nearly 15 years in and you still got startled by the way they all seemed to move in utter silence popping up from seemingly nowhere. At 5’4” your youngest was nearly eye to eye with you, a few more years and he’d tower over you like his brothers.

“Did you all collectively wake up and decided today was the day to disregard all of mom’s rules?” You move to turn off the speaker, mourning your few hours of peace and beginning to mentally prep for the chaos of having all 7 of the Wayne children in one dinning room. “Tim you better be putting that coffee into a cup.” You had a sixth sense for Tim’s caffeine habit and, unbeknownst to him, had been taking steps to curb it. Your most recent ingenious plan was slowly mixing decaf into the regular coffee. Your current batch of grounds was 60% decaf and only 40% caffeinated.

“Of course mom. I wouldn’t dream of breaking your rules.”

“Bullshit.” You whisper under your breath. “Aren’t you all currently breaking rule number 3?” The boys had the decency to at least feigen sheepishness.

“But it is brunch.” Duke, Stephanie and Cas shuffle into the kitchen together.

“Technically the wording of the rule does state that we’re not supposed to enter the kitchen until after brunch, which is why I entered the dining room through the hallway.” Richard leaned his head through the entryway between the two rooms.

“We get it, your mom’s favourite little suck up.” Jason slaps the back of Richards head on his way back into the kitchen. He loads his arms with various platters from the counter before turning back to his siblings. “Well come on half-wits, if you’re gonna break mom’s rules might as well make ourselves useful.”

“Jason, don’t hit your brother.” Your admonishment is half hearted at best, knowing full well your second eldest was likely to simply pretend to listen, while waiting till you turned your back to strike his older brother once again. “And Richard don’t even think about retaliating while he’s holding those platters.” You lean against the back counter running a hand through your hair, releasing it from its haphazard bun. You watch the other kids with the eyes of a well seasoned mother, fear for your antique dish-ware seizing you. You really should just invest in plastic dish-ware at this point, or perhaps you can commission Lucius to develop a line of indestructible dish-ware. There has to be a market for that, right?

Bruce comes to stand beside you, placing a mug of tea in your hands. You lean your head against his shoulder, a content sigh leaving your lips.

“No regrets?” He asks, as the sound of a squabble erupt from the dinning room.

Bruce was across the world, and took Damian with him. Alfred had gone back to London to visit family, leaving you the sole inhabitant of the extensive manor.

There were times you didn't mind being alone, but you could feel it. The lingering cold that came with loneliness. In all your years with Bruce, there were only ever a few times you were truly alone.

But each time, he was never gone this long. It had been almost a week, and you missed him so much you had to convince yourself not to beg him to come home. The world needed him, the Justice League needed him-- but so did you.

No matter what you did, it couldn't chase away that feeling. Not even listening to Christmas music was working. Every time you played some, Blue Christmas and other about being with loved ones for the holiday played and it only made your mood worse.

At this point, it really was going to be a blue Christmas.

You were sitting on the couch, by the fire trying to find some comfort when your phone began to ring. Your heart lightened seeing Bruce's name appear on screen.

Picking it up, you saw he was requesting a video chat.

Answering the phone, you put on a smile seeing the love of your life looking back at you. He was still wearing the suit, but his cowl was off and his hair hung in his face as he smiled back.

"Hey, sweetheart."

"Hey yourself."

Bruce's face softened just a bit, only for it to grow concerned.

"What's wrong?"

"Why would anything be wrong?" You shrugged, ignoring the nagging feeling.

Bruce let out a sigh and cocked his head to the side, as Damian poked his head into view.

"Do I need to make my presence known to anyone in Gotham who dares to cause issues?"

You laughed, Damian's comment filling your heart. Even when they weren't near you knew they still loved you.

"No Dami, I promise everything's okay. Just missing my boys, I guess. This manor is too big for just one person."

"Well, surely Alfred is there too--"

You cut Bruce off. "He already left to visit his mother, he wont be back until the twenty-second."

The silence on the other end of the phone made you a little nervous.

"So, you mean you're all alone in Wayne Manor?"

If you hadn't known Bruce for so long, his question would have seemed normal. You could already see him beating himself up because he's left you alone for so long.

"Bruce, I promise I'm fine. I have the fire going, and I was about to start a new book."

You had to keep in the giggles watching Damian and Bruce both hum the same way. When the two of them hummed like this, you knew they were thinking.

"Boys, don't do anything drastic."

Damian's expression morphed into one you knew all too well. He was already up to something. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

You let out a sigh. Before anyone could answer, you were interrupted by a loud beeping behind them.

"You have to go."

Bruce gave you a sad nod. "I'm sorry, my love."

You shrugged, "It's alright, Bruce. It'll just be more stories to tell me when you get home."

The three of you promptly said your goodbyes and hung up. You were once again, alone. Grabbing that book you said you were going to start, you opened to the first page.

You were barely through the second chapter when a body plopped itself next to you on the couch and the other sat on the ground by your feet.

If you didn't see the flash of blue followed by red, you would've grabbed the fire poker and done some damage. But you knew who it was.

Glancing out the corner of your eye, you watched as Dick made himself comfortable curled into your side with his head on your lap like he did when he was a kid.

Jason was at your feet, reading a book of his own mirroring the days when he too was young and so full of joy.

"So, how long ago did he call you."

"Right after he got off the phone with you. Tim is picking up Cass and Duke before they make their way over."

You sighed. "I knew he was going to do something like this, I told him I was fine."

Jason tilted his head up at you. "Don't you tell us frequently that it's okay to not be fine?"

"I've also told you not to use my own advice against me."

Dick chuckled, leaning into your touch as you gently played with his hair. "It's not our fault you helped raise two very intelligent people,"

Within the hour, you were suddenly surrounded by your kids. The ones you helped raise, and mold into the people they were today. You were maneuvered into the middle of the couch because every single one of them demanded they get their special thing with you.

So, of course it ended with you basically dog piled by three grown adults and two at your feet. Naturally there was a lot of bickering, because none of them were as small as they used to be.

On the opposite side of the spectrum, the people you work with, your second family, are some of the kindest, most intelligent, and hardworking detectives you’ve ever met, but they’re also oblivious to the fact that you’re married to a billionaire. 

You had never really meant to keep the worlds separate. It had started off innocent enough, you’d joined NYPD as a beat cop while Bruce was out studying to become the Bat. And when he got home you’d spent every spare minute helping him. Between that and the company he’d been too exhausted to ask anything other than a few questions about your job. He knew you worked for a large organization in NYC and that was it. He trusted you. And the boys were just as oblivious as their father. The only person who knew was Alfred. He’d been the once to come to your graduation from the academy while Bruce was still away. 

On the flip side, your SVU family knew very little about your home life. They knew you were married, they knew you had kids, but they didn’t know how many. After all, you’d only had the two pregnancies; Terry and Matt had both been big but welcome surprises. Then again ALL of your boys were surprises. And you had perfected your technique of avoiding the paparazzi for both SVU and Gotham High Society. 

Honestly, in your mind, there was no reason at all for your two worlds to meld. When you were at home, you took care of your family; when you were at work you tried really hard not to think of them, because despite crime fighting, you didn’t want them anywhere near these types of crimes. 

Of course, nothing lasts forever, but you figure twenty years is a good run, especially when Bruce is driving Dick away for his desire to be a cop. You watch them go back and forth for hours, before you finally step in. There are groans from the other boys about stopping the fight while Cass just grins, and you ignore all of them. 

“You’re going to stop this right now Bruce Wayne.” 

His eyes are hard, his jaw is set, “You don’t understand Y/N.” 

Out of the corner of your eye you watch Alfred roll his eyes in exasperation, “I understand better than anyone here.” 

His hands go to his hips, and you know he’s about to dig a very deep hole for himself, “Sweetheart, I love you, and I know you work the computers from time to time, but this is different. There are guns involved and he’d have to work inside the system.” 

“So?” 

“You can’t do both; there’s too much to hide.” 

You smile sweetly at him, “I don’t know, I’ve been doing both for the past twenty years. Then again, I suppose it might be different for me since I just worked the computers for a while.” 

He blinks at you, and you know he’s connecting the dots. You ignore him, and turn to your oldest, his eyes wide, “While I understand you wanting to do Bludhaven, if you want to do NYPD, we can drive into the city together. Let me know, I have more than a few favors I can call in.” 

Tim is the first to voice the statement, “You’re a cop?” 

You shrug, “First grade detective, but I’m taking the sergeants exam in a few weeks.” 

Jason stares at you, “Seriously? Are you joking right now?” 

“I joined when I was twenty. I’d finished college early thanks to AP classes, went in as a beat cop, and after five years I became a detective. I’ve been working at SVU for the past fifteen years. They’re like my family away from home.”  

You can tell there are more questions, but no one seems brave enough to ask them. You start to head out of the room, when Bruce asks, “Why did you hide it?” 

You pause and turn to him, “I didn’t. You just never asked.” 

As you leave you hear Alfred ask, “Would you like a shovel for the hole you’re digging sir, or should I just make up the couch for you?” 

You go  wait in your room, and lie down on the bed. A few minutes later Bruce comes in, and you look at each other. His brow is furrowed, eventually he asks, “Why didn’t you tell me? How could I not have known?” 

You smile at him, “I didn’t want you to know Bruce. I was on my own path, and I knew you would worry. At the start I told myself I would tell you eventually, but. . . you were so involved with Batman and you were doing so much good . . . I didn’t want to add to your stress. You were barely sleeping three hours a night at that point. 

“Then we Dick, and I considered telling you but he needed us to focus on him, and after a while it became easier to excuse it. It became my secret identity. Are you mad?” 

He lets out a laugh, “I dress up as a bat, and fight crime as a vigilante. I don’t think I can be mad. I think I’m worried.”

“About?” 

“Us drifting apart, not knowing you?” 

You shrug, “I’m me Bruce. I just also happen to be a cop. I see a lot of bad stuff, everyday. The last thing I want when I come home is to talk about it. Same as you guys. When I’m home I want to be happy, but if you want to know I’ll tell you on one condition.” 

He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, after a moment he asks, “What’s the condition?” 

“You can’t involve Batman. NYPD is not Gotham PD.” 

He nods after a minute. The two of you spend the night talking, you tell him about some close calls, you tell him about the one life you’d been forced to take, you tell him about your frustration. You tell him about Liv and Elliot, and how Elliot leaving crushed Liv, but she rose from the ashes to become a lieutenant. You tell him about Munch and Cragen, both of whom have retired. You tell him about Finn, Rollins, Amaro, Carisi, Dodds and Barba. It’s nearly six in the morning by the time you’re finished. 

“And that’s the majority of it.” 

You’re both lying on the bed staring at each other. Bruce has been largely silent, he’d skipped patrol, and only asked a few questions. A part of you wonders when his anger will hit; it doesn’t. Instead he says, “I am so freaking proud of you,” and then he kisses you. And you can’t help but think, that in a normal marriage, a normal family, this would have been a big deal, it would have broken them. In your family though? It’s another day. 

You call out of work that day to catch up on sleep and spend the day with your family. The boys come up with a bunch of reasons as to why they should have realized you were a cop. 

“You work really weird hours.” 

“You never wore heels to work.” 

“You never wore dresses either, come to think of it?” 

“Is this why we own a penthouse in NYC?” 

Jason is the one who asks, “Where do you keep your gun? I thought those weren’t allowed in the house?”

“You don’t need to worry about it. It’s locked up.” Logically, you know each of your boys knows how to use a gun, mainly for the purpose of knowing how to disarm someone holding a gun. You still don’t want them anywhere near it. For that reason, it’s kept in a DNA safe in Alfred’s room. 

When you go back to work the next day, you have your gun and badge on your hip. All of the men in your life focus on it. Bruce corners you in the kitchen as you’re pouring coffee into a travel mug and whispers, “You look sexy as hell with the badge.” 

You laugh, and then you kiss him. You’re the one who drops Cass, Tim, Damian, Terry, and Matt off at school. Jason is in college, and he drives himself. Dick is still contemplating his options. 

The fact that your family knows makes things a lot easier a few weeks later when Carl Rudnick and Greggory Yates escape from prison. You can hear the worry in Bruce’s voice, when he begs you to be safe and not do anything risky. You snort at that and he chuckles, “I know, I’m a hypocrite, but I’m your hypocrite.” You roll your eyes, because the big doofus, is in fact, yours. You also know he’s keeping a close watch on the man hunt. 

Three days later Rudnick is back in custody, but Yates is still on the run, back to Chicago you’re pretty sure. You’ve gotten maybe five hours of sleep total in those days? You’re exhausted, but you have reports to fill out, and Chief Dodds, the commissioner and a whole bunch of brass are hanging around. 

You’re in hour three of doing paperwork, when you hear whispers. Your eyes flicker up to find your husband smiling at  you from across the room. He’s holding a doggy bag full of food, he’s dressed in a suit that costs thousands of dollars, and you know that people recognize him. 

Finn leans forward, “What the hell is Bruce Wayne doing here?” 

You hear Carisi whisper, “Maybe he’s dating Leiu?” 

You can’t help it, you burst out laughing, because you sometimes forget it’s not common knowledge that Bruce is married, despite the ring on his finger. You avoid galas with the best of them after all. You call it the Batman tax; Bruce can fight crime and you don’t have to show up to stuffy dinner parties.  

Bruce smiles at the laughter, before approaching your desk, he settles into the chair next to your desk. “Really? No pictures of me or the kids?” 

You scoff, “Work stays at work, home stays at home.” 

He frowns, “I’m getting you pictures.” 

You don’t argue with him, “What are you doing here?” 

“I brought you food. Alfred and I figured you hadn’t eaten.” 

“I haven’t had anything outside of vending machine junk in days.” 

He scoffs, “What happened to taking care of ourselves?” 

You shrug, “I’ve been hunting serial killers.” 

His face goes serious, “But you’re okay?” 

“As okay as I can be. They got a few more people, our sergeant took a bullet to the shoulder, Rudnick is back in prison, but Yates is headed only God knows where.” 

His fingers twitch, and you know he’s itching to do something, but he can’t. He can’t get involved in this too. He has all of Gotham to worry about and thanks to the league, sometimes he has to worry about the world. 

He lets out a breath, “Can I join you while you eat?” 

“Yes. You can catch me up on the goings at home.” You lead him past your shocked colleagues, and a room full of shocked officials in Liv’s office and to the breakroom. While you eat, Bruce assures you that the boys are fine, but Damian apparently butchered the hedges again. Clark was apparently being a pain in his ass too. The man of steel wanted your family to come to Kansas for Thanksgiving. 

“I’ll probably have to work, use that as an excuse.” 

Bruce grins, “This job has perks.” 

You lean forward and peck his lips, “Lots of them.” 

When you’re finished you stand up to leave and there is a room watching the two of you. You sigh, and Bruce mutters, “It’s good to know the vultures remain consistent.” 

Chief Dodds is about to step forward and ask a question when you step towards Olivia, “Bruce this Liv. She’s saved my ass more than once over the years. Liv, this is my husband Bruce, remember I talked about him?” 

She grins, “Yes, but you failed to mention he was Bruce Wayne.” 

You feign nonchalance, “Did I? Hmmm.” 

Bruce smiles, it’s the one that has everyone jumping to meet his every need, the one that says he’s as innocent as a choir boy, and he would be your best friend if you let him. You smirk at him while he shakes Liv’s hand, “Thanks for watching her back. The boys and I appreciate it.” 

That’s when Finn steps forward, “That right, you guys have a huge family, right?” 

Bruce’s brow furrows in fake concentration, “We have Dick who is twenty, Jason is eighteen, Cass is Fifteen, Tim is fourteen, Damian is ten, Terry is six, and Matt is four.” He looks at you, “How’d I do?” 

“Perfect score.” 

“We have a full house, but it’s nice.” 

You nod, “Let me walk you out.” 

You make sure Bruce gets to his car, you kiss him, and promise you’ll be home by morning. Once he’s gone you head back up to find everyone waiting on you, it’s Finn who declares, “You have some explaining to do.” 

“Look at him, look how he mewls, he always does that.”

Selina muses licking her lips together as she takes a step closer to the chair. You didn’t know how she had convinced Bruce to come to your shared apartment, all you knew was that he was there wrapped up like a present for you. Your girlfriend truly knew how to treat you. You smirk as you begin to examine him from his boots to his delicate face, he looked so pretty tied up like that. Selina was crafty with her knots, her hands worked like magic. He could barely move but he looked so comfortable like that. Almost as if he was waiting forever for a moment like this.

Selina had instructed him to only keep his boxers and his laced-down boots before she started working on the restraints. She had his hands tied on the back of the chair, his legs tied around each chair leg. Very close to the wall with him facing the window facing down the view of the city. It was a rainy day as usual.

“Look at how he grows, he already likes it.”

Selina says in her soft elegant voice turning around to look at you. She took another look at the restraints and nodded her head.

“You did a beautiful job, baby.”

You praise her and give her a grin.

“Well, thank you, sweetheart.“

The short woman says in her soft voice and picks up her whip from the nearby table, moving it between her hands.

“You're gonna be a good boy for us, Bruce?”

The dark-haired man doesn’t talk, he turns his hands into fists and tries to work the rope. He truly could not move. Selina whips her lasso and hisses, a sound that sends shivers down your spine even if it turns you on so much. Evidently, it makes Bruce feel the same way.

"No picking, pretty boy."

Selina warns him and raises her eyebrow at him.

“I’m sorry, won’t happen again,” Bruce whispers in a non-arguing tone and looks between the pair of you. He must have really been feeling the heat.

"We have been staring at him for an hour."

"And I'll tie you up just the same."

You gulp at her authoritative tone and take a step back. Wouldn't waste a chance to miss out on the fun. Selina comes closer to Bruce and she darts out her tongue licking a stripe over his exposed neck to which Bruce lets out a whimper. He was in for a ride, Selina liked taking her time, hunting her prey, bringing them so close to the edge till she heard the pleading. She liked it when she heard that broken cry, that desperation.

Men thought that they could break her, so innocent looking and fragile. But she was strong, resilient, and purely irresistible. She had won you with her charm a long time ago. And you'd never have it any other way. Games like these were common for the pair of you. You were mischievous and liked having your fun.

"Come here, Y/N. Touch his cock, make him desperate."

Tipping on your toes you come next to her extending your arms to slowly reach for his chest and tenderly move your fingers till you reach his boxers. You begin to palm his cock over the fabric using both of your hands as Selina leaves licks and kisses on both of your necks. Using one hand on the length and one on the balls, you alternate your squeezes between softer to harder, allowing his voice and his beautiful wanton sounds to guide you.

Selina seemed pleased and that made you proud. Putting her whip back down the table before she lets her hands come in contact with your body tracing her fingers and long nails over your skin till they reach for your clothed breasts. She gropes them and begins to shake them to the bewildered gaze of Bruce, who is shallowing hard at the sight of you.

Then you squeeze him harder and you can see a darkened spot appearing on the thin fabric of his boxers. Selina rubs your nipples in circular motions now, hardened and stiff under the touch, and is your turn to let out a series of moans. She knows how sensitive you are, she knows how much you like it when she uses you like that. She squeezes your breasts again with both her hands and presses her body behind your back pressuring you against him.

"Ride him. Ruin him."

"Yes." You breathe out almost too desperately as you are taking off your leggings and your underwear while she is helping you do so. You needed to feel him as much as you could, you had no idea if Selina would let you have him inside you. Knowing her she could probably not even let you see his cock. And you were so damn curious about it. Bruce’s eyes widen at the sight of your nakedness shallowing hard, and piercing you with his beautiful eyes.

You climb on Bruce's legs and your wet pussy comes in contact with the wet fabric of his boxers and his entrapped rock-hard cock. Selina’s hands come back to your breasts making you moan out at the feeling of them both. She pushes your body forward with hers to shove your frame into Bruce’s face. Your hands go to his shoulders, adjusting yourself to the best position. He darts out his tongue and starts licking around trying to get a better taste of you as you begin to slowly grind on his cock. It felt amazing.

"God, it feels so good."

You breathe out and Selina chuckles. She is now standing on the side gazing at the pair of you.

"Nice try but you are not having the real thing. Work yourself as best as you can, baby girl.”

She warns you sternly. Of course, you already knew that, it would have been too easy. Selina is not the type to give up control and not have things done her own way.

“Although this one." Selina continues and turns her attention to Bruce, who looks up to her from in-between your breasts.

"This one can cum very easily. Is almost pathetic. She claims I make her so stupid horny all the time. I think she is just dumb."

Her words make your pussy clench on Bruce’s cock immediately making the dark-haired man look at you in fascination. She was right and it was evident by the way your breath changed. You wrap your hands around his shoulders and neck and start grinding yourself on him. You needed him, you needed to cum so badly on him.

What he didn't know is that Selina had worked you up so well all morning and didn't let you have one orgasm. She was intricate with her torture, if you were to have a toy to play with, you must be completely and utterly needy. Oh, she was deliciously cruel like that.

It comes as no surprise when two minutes after grinding on him and digging your nails into his skin, you feel your orgasm coming up.

"I'm close, please, I'm close, can I please?"

You breathe out in non-comprehensible sounds turning your head to look at her exposing your neck to give her a pleading face.

"Go ahead, sweetie, you did so well for me. And once you are done, I will even let you blow this pretty boy off. "

Not at all what you expected, you can barely control your clenching at the prospect of having his cock as a reward.

"R-really?"

You blink in disbelief and the very next moment you are reaching your high groaning out Selina’s name.

"T-t-thank you. Fuck, baby, thank you so much. This was amazing." You whimper while you still move your hips slowly on his cock wanting to feel all of the aftershocks.

But you are also very interested in the second part, afraid Selina might change her mind. Or that she was planning something else. The woman caresses your back, to let you know you can get off and you are slowly catching your breath. The man is also breathing hard having come so close to an orgasm.

Getting off his legs, you quickly get into your knees on wobbly legs and work your fingers on his boxers pushing them down to reveal his cock. Better than you could ever imagine, throbbing and long, delicious girth that made your mouth water. The truth is that you had an oral fixation and you could never get enough of putting anything on your mouth and sucking on it for hours. This felt like Christmas morning. Spitting on your hand, you look up at Selina again. Constant approval is all that you craved.

“Go ahead, sweetie, all for you. I'll be here watching, make sure you do a good job for me." Her voice is saccharine sweet and full of love, a small smile at the curl of her lips.

You nod your head in confidence, knowing you are going to ace that. Turning your attention back to Bruce, you begin to spread the spit on his cock up and down, loving to feel his veins between your fingers. Then you hold on to the base and dart out your tongue to lick the under shaft making Bruce moan.

"Good girl, look at you."

Her praise always filled you with pride. You wanted nothing more than to have her tell you how much of a good girl you were. Moving on to the rest of his cock, wanting to have a little taste of everything till you reach for the tip. Who knew how many times you could ever do something like this ever again? With the tip of your tongue, you tease his tip before flattening out your tongue and taking him in your mouth. He fit in very well. Any more and you would be gagging.

Never a bad thing. You slowly begin to bob your head, while he is pulling at his restraints again. There was one thing he clearly wanted to do. But it was okay, you could gag yourself. Taking him inch by inch, dig your hands on his hips until you reach for his base and his cock hit the back of your throat. You stay like that for a moment, before pulling his cock out of your mouth saliva and bubbles dripping down your chin.

"Looks how messy she is Bruce. She fucking loves your cock. Never saw something she could put in her mouth and didn't like it, that one."

You smile as you take him again on your mouth going for the back of the throat again and then repeating the motion over and over again. You let him go again to breathe out for air and then you start bobbing your head and stroking his balls with your right hand. The series of moans Bruce let out were almost obscene.

"Make him cum and shallow it all, I know how much you're gonna love it."

Like a good girl, you listen to her commands and start bobbing your head never neglecting his balls. Until he cums inside your mouth, shooting ropes of cum in your tight canal. Bruce is shaking and crying out Selina’s name. Of course, he is a smart boy and catches fast. It didn’t matter you were on his cock and made him cum, Selina did that. Slowly you let go of his cock, making sure to lick him clean and swallow all of his cum. Truly the best reward. You softly begin to leave a trail of kisses on his cock and his belly.

“Isn’t she the cutest, Bruce?”

Selina smirks and leans forward licking her tongue against his neck again reaching for his earlobe and biting down on it, slightly pulling it.

"Now, what should we do with me?"

“Anything you want, baby. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

Selina smirks at your mixed plea and confession.

“What about you, pretty boy?”

She asks looking deep into his eyes.

“Anything, use me however you need to. Both of you.”

He truly catches up fast. Selina grins and takes off her dress throwing it on her floor and climbing on Bruce’s shoulders, shoving her wet pussy on his face. Immediately, Bruce pushes his tongue and buries it deep inside her velvet walls. Then you climb on Bruce’s legs once again with your knees and spread her ass cheeks apart. You knew exactly what she liked. You dart out your tongue and using the tip of it you begin to lick around her hole, gripping your hands on her ass. The sounds of Selina’s moans were downright sinful, groaning at the pleasure as she tries to grip herself on the frame on the wall.

When she cries out in pleasure your heart fills with pride. Another night where you managed to please her. Plus you got some beautiful bonus rewards.

Oh, you loved nights like this...

Maybe if you were a good enough girl you could get to have him again.

“No, please.” His fingers gripped my wrist, freezing me in place before I could make my escape. “Please, stay.” I didn’t want to turn around. I didn’t want to face him.

I used to love this man with all of my heart. I thought we would grow old together. I truly, wholeheartedly - stupidly - believed he was the one.

And he broke it all off with me without so much as an explanation. I wiped the blood from his body when he came home to me all beaten up. I stayed up past my bed time most nights, waiting for him to get back - waiting to know if he’d ever get back to me again.

And then he just threw all of that love away as if it was nothing.

“I don’t want to,” I admitted, pulling my hand free from his grasp. “I don’t owe you anything anymore. And I don’t want to be near you.” I was prepared to leave when his voice interrupted me.

“You say that, but you’re still wearing the necklace I bought you.” I froze by the door, hand over the handle, unbelieving of what he had said.

How could he? Try to take this one small memento I kept from our time together - a gift he’d given me - by throwing on my face that he’d been the one to pay for it?

After everything I cried?

“You’re an asshole,” I snarled. “Do you want it back?” I asked, my hands already fiddling with the clasp of the damn thing. “Is that it?” Bruce grimaced, rushing towards me to stop me from tearing the fragile chain from my neck.

“No.” He shook his head enthusiastically. “I want you back.”

There was such vulnerability in his tone that it froze me, breaking my defenses in a second. We both stared at each other, me with incredulity in my eyes, him with what seemed like hurt and regret.

Absentmindedly, my gaze dropped lower, until I was staring at his lips.

It was simple magnetism. His mouth descended on mine before I could realize what was happening, and I went on with it, easily slipping back into the habit of curling my tongue around his and swallowing down his taste.

When we parted for air, he didn’t seem to be able to pull away completely, instead opting to deposit a kiss on my chin before trailing a path down my jaw.

I pushed him away when he reached my neck, suddenly sobering up with the cold wind that brushed against my sensitive lips, reminding me of why I shouldn’t want this.

“You asshole,” I complained. “I told you if you called it quits, that would be it. I told you!” My voice was strong. He knew how I felt, could see it in the way I was shaking my head, avoiding his eyes as I hugged my torso to protect from the cold.

“Can’t I be wrong?” He surprised me, prompting me to whip my head up and meet his eyes again. “At least once?” I didn’t know what to say. The Bruce I knew would never admit defeat. He was too proud to apologize or recognize his own mistakes.

“Don’t leave me again,” he insisted, holding me captive under his stare. “I need you.” At my lack of response, the man fell to his knees before me, head bowed as my mouth fell open.

“The great big Batman,” I couldn’t help but taunt, “on his knees for little old me. What would your enemies think if they saw you like this?”

“If they knew how sweet your pussy tastes, they’d understand,” was his response, uttered in such a no-bullshit tone that it had me choking on air in surprise. “Of course,” Bruce went on to say, shrugging as if it was no big deal. “That only means I’d have one more reason to put them away, eventually.”

I didn’t know what to say. But he wouldn’t allow me the decency of sane thinking. That much became clear when he reached out for me, grabbing the edge of my dress so I’d stumble forward, crossing the distance between us. “Please,” he begged, “let me eat you out.” And then, for kicks and giggles (because I couldn’t for the life of me believe he’d say this for any other reason), he added, “I’m starving.”

Warmth filled my being as unwanted (but not unpleasing) memories of the many, many times Bruce Wayne had sunk to his knees and ate me out like a starved man rushed through me, and I was forced to look away from his dark eyes to try to think straight. I couldn’t really say I achieved that, but at least some rationality was still evident in my being when I argued, “there’s a model waiting for you back there.”

I had hoped that the reminder would serve to wake the both of us up. He had a date inside the ballroom we’d hastily abandoned, the same one we could still see from the glass windows that so easily showed the two of us out here for anyone interested in taking a nice deep breath of air, too.

“I don’t want her cunt,” he brazenly affirmed. “She can’t feed me the way you do.” I shuddered at the vulgarity of his words, although I’d grown accustomed to it in the time we were together. To the rest of the world, Bruce Wayne might have been this elegant and put-together millionaire, but behind closed doors (or… anywhere he could get me alone, considering the very open balcony we were in) he didn’t hide how dirty and sexually driven he was.

I’d never know what led me to accept it. Perhaps it was the reminder of the real him, the one that I knew would do something as insane as this - the one only I knew.

Perhaps it was the reminder that somewhere deep inside of me, the adventurous girl that he brought out of me still lived.

“Okay,” I nodded my acceptance, and the only sound in response was the tearing of my underwear before he threw the garment out of both of our sights.

“Fuck.” I had to rest my weight against the balcony, as his warm tongue immediately licked me open to accept more of his exploration. I was so wet, it was dripping from me, past his tongue and cheeks and jaw that rubbed me on the inside of my thighs, until it reached the floor beneath us - or maybe even his slacks. Maybe I was making a mess out of him in more than one way, a different mess than the one he had left me in, to compensate for precisely that.

All I knew what that Bruce was right there, knelt between my legs, holding me open and locked in his arms, as he devoured me.

“Bruce…” The sound of my name or the feeling of my fingers running through his silky locks elicited a deep grumble out of his chest - one that reverberated up my body until it metamorphosed and became a moan, escaping through my lips this time.

“Mine,” came his response, muttered against wet, hungry skin, only to be repeated again as both of us adamantly ignored the risky position we were both in. “Mine, all mine.”

I should push him away. I shouldn’t even have gotten into this position in the first place. But my anxiety over the situation was suddenly nowhere to be found.

I was too drunk on him to care if anyone was going to see us while we were standing right there.

His tongue traced over my clit as one of his hands trailed up my body and curled around my breast. The possessiveness was clear in the gesture, but it was too much. I began to hyperventilate, feeling warm despite the wind hitting my sweaty skin, and he knew it.

Of course, he knew it.

“Let go, kitten,” he ordered. “You know I’ll catch you. Just let go and cum for me.”

And so I did. I closed my eyes and gave in to the bliss he was bringing me, knowing that by the time I was able to control my trembling body again, he’d still be standing right there, holding me to him.

When I came to my senses, he was still nuzzling against my sensitive cunt, a satisfied little sigh escaping his lips before I had to drag him away through my grip on his hair.

Surprisingly, the control freak I used to date didn’t complain. Instead, he rose to his full height, licking his lips clean of my essence and then capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss that left me so weak he had to keep me up by pressing me against the banister of the balcony.

I could feel his erection against my stomach. We didn’t speak of it and he didn’t make any move towards taking care of it - and if that didn’t show how changed Bruce was from the egocentric bastard that broke my heart, I didn’t know what did.

“I’ve been so lonely without you,” he confessed, burying his face on the crook of my neck. The hotness of his breath on my sweaty skin had me shivering, but in the embrace of his warm body, I didn’t feel uncomfortable at all. 

Pulling away abruptly, he made sure I was looking into his eyes before he said the next few words: “I don’t want to feel that way ever again. Please, say you’ll take me back.”

A heavy breath left my lips and I avoided his eyes, looking to the side even though I fumbled with the buttons in his shirt while I did so. I couldn’t deny the way he made me feel - not after the orgasm he’d given me - but my heart wasn’t fixed just like that. I still needed time to heal, if I was ever going to. 

Weak kisses to my jaw pulled me away from my thoughts. “Don’t do this, sweetheart,” he whispered against my skin, eliciting goosebumps where his mouth touched. “Don’t let your pride get in the way of you and me.”

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Alfred could be heard speaking on the phone, probably doing Bruce's dealings instead of himself in the library area. Typical. Relatable? Alfred's too nice. Slipping by him without notice was easy, waiting until he had his back turned to the hallway. Thankfully, no one locked the door to your room, knowing everyone in the tower respected the other's privacy, thus making your current job easier.

What you didn't expect was the amount of dust the room was filled with, just after a few days of Bruce forcing you to rest away from your workspace, like some sort of gatekeeper. At least he could've opened a window once in a while. Breathing it in was unavoidable, and you couldn't hold back the loud coughing, violently racking the entirety of your body. It got an ugly, throaty sound out of you, but that was far from the worst of it. The worst part was the sudden, sharp pain making itself known in the bandage-wrapped area of your ribcage (which was now at least five times worse than what you felt some minutes ago just from trying to get up from the bed. Maybe that should've been a warning sign).

It was a miracle and quite surprising that Alfred hadn't appeared at the door immediately upon hearing your cough, knowing how attentive he was. But-- no time for any of that now, if you wanted to have the smallest amount of work done, you had to painfully sit down after that coughing attack, and leave dealing with the consequences later. The old computer chair didn't offer much comfort, seeing as the arms of the chair came unattached at the slightest touch. Surely, if you complained enough, maybe you could convince your resident billionaire to get yourself an upgrade.

Stretching out on it and cracking your backbones was still satisfying as ever though. It's like something your day wouldn't be the same without.

The pain it suddenly caused once again, on the other hand, you could do without.

"Alfred!" Bruce yelled as he stormed out of the room he left you in, the bed left empty, and the thick blanket half laid on the floor. Alfred appeared at the door, a knowing look on his face once he noticed your absence. Sighing, he simply nodded in the direction of your room, which hasn't been stepped into ever since Bruce (and Alfred) sentenced you to bedrest.

"Goddamn it..." He dropped his head backward in a disappointed manner in realization. Of course, you'd be trying to sneak back in front of a computer screen sooner or later, he should've seen it coming. Nodding to Alfred, he began his walk to where he suspected he would find you. Mental speeches ran through his mind rapidly, pondering the best approach to berate you... but he knew, he had to stay calm. He had done the same thing in the past, putting Alfred in the same position he was in now. Maybe he should've just sent him to drag you back into the bed without question, but ultimately decided maybe he could coax you back easier, one way or another. Alfred had to deal with Bruce enough as is.

Just like he expected, he found the door to your room slightly ajar, confirming Alfred's and his own suspicions. He took one last deep sigh to calm himself down, before entering the room, only illuminated by the light of the computer screen.

Expecting to see the top of your head peek out from the silhouette of the chair, he was confused for a second when at first glance, nobody seemed to be sitting in it.

And that is how Bruce found you, your body slumped down onto the seat, neck propped up seemingly in an uncomfortable position against the bottom of the backrest, and bottom half hanging off the seat entirely. Sensing you've been finally found out, you sent an awkward smile his way, but by the look of his ever so broody expression, he was not amused. Knowing that he wouldn't leave the room without you, you attempted to rise from the seat without slipping down further.

You forgot, once again to take into account the stabbing pain in your upper body, which placed you in that position in the first place. It wasn't hurting this much before.

"Oh, fuck---" Bruce's serious expression quickly changed into a worried, empathetic one at the sound of your voice, he had a feeling it would come to this. He sighed just as he carefully placed you up against the back of the seat, and of course, you knew what was coming now.

"I told you to stay in bed and rest, did I not?" he began, quiet and soft, now squatted in front of you, feeling like a parent reprimanding their child.

"I learned it from you, it's not my fault..." came the quiet reply, but Bruce could hear the smile in your voice. Oof, okay, he didn't find that very funny.

"Come oooonnnnn Bruce, I was just... stretching my legs a bit, staying in bed for days on end isn't exactly good for me either, right?"

"Maybe, but could you possibly do it without opening your stab wound? Huh?" he mocked and poked you right in the stomach for good measure.

"You can't even breathe right. I see you flinching while you sigh, don't think I don't."

Gasping in mock offense (which earned you another sharp wave of pain in the chest, but weren't going to visibly show to Bruce) you were about to shoot another comeback at him, but before you could, Bruce's arms were under your knees and behind your back, lifting you up from the uncomfortable chair.

"You know I'm not letting you go anywhere alone after this, right?"

"You won't be hearing any complaints from me. I just get to spend more time with you, right?"

"I'll send Alfred." came his blunt reply.

"You say that like it's a bad thing. I think he'll be the one suffering more, not me. I love Alfred!"

Back in the bedroom, Alfred smiled at that when Bruce stepped in, even more entertaining was the sight of you seemingly a bit too comfortable in his arms. He had half a mind to make it seem like he'd suddenly drop you as revenge, but ultimately decided against it. He didn't want to scare you. He thought Alfred would reprimand him for it too anyway.

"Some painkillers for your trouble," he nodded to the small bedside table, then walked to leave the room to the two of you. "I'll get started on preparing dinner." sending him a small wave, he was out of sight.

Now alone with Bruce, you finally dropped your head onto the soft pillows, about to ask him something pointless to annoy him before he probably had to rush off god knows where again. You were (pleasantly) surprised to feel his weight shifting next to you on the bed, his arms carefully but strongly enveloping you and pulling you close to his chest. Lastly, his chin was placed onto the top of your hair, completing the feel of protection in the quiet room.

"I told you I'm not leaving you alone for a second anymore."