• Imagine ever since Bruce first laid eyes on you, he was whipped. Except you didnt notice. In fact, you thought it was the complete opposite.

• Imagine because Bruce has taken an immediant interest in you, he keeps his distance. He knows himself when hes got a crush. He gets nervous and stumbles over his words so it gets obvious for everybody. He was set on not ruining this. So he avoided you.

• Imagine you even think he highly dislikes you at first. Him skipping breakfast when you were sitting alone at the kitchen isle. Him coming into the training room but immideately leaving when he sees you. Or his dry responses to your attempts at making smalltalk. From the outside he mightve seemed cool or nonchalant but on the inside: he was screaming.

• Imagine he was watching you more than hed like to admit. Just at the border of it being creepy. He just couldnt keep his eyes to himself. You thought they were looks of hatred. While avoiding you, he still simultaneously found moments to watch you. He “accidentally“ always walked past you when you just came out of the shower with nothing on but a towel for example. He knew everything about you, almost studying you. He was fascinated by you. He knows your scedule, how you like your food, your pet peeves and even your shoe size. When Bruce has a new interest, he has to know everything about it. Except this time it wasnt computer science, it was you. And you were his favourite interest yet. He did went into your room once when he was sure everyone was gone. He just had to know how you lived! But he swore to himself hed never do it again.

• Imagine almost every night hes dreaming about you. And of course not all of those dreams were PG-13. He wakes up hard as a rock. While he feels bad, he just cant help himself. Youre just always on his mind. So then when hes stroking himself he has to suppress his urge to whimper your name.

• Imagine this has been going on for months. Until one day you got severly injured on a mission. He was the only one who stayed in the tower, so he wasnt there when it happend. And he hated himself for it. If only he could control the other guy better. He couldve easily protected you.

• Imagine he then finally gets the courage to talk to you. He just had to take his chance. After seeing how easily you couldve been gone, he didnt want to wait another day. He thought that if you were his, he would be able to take care of you and keep you save.

• Imagine you lay in your bed resting, when theres a knock on your door. To your suprise Bruce walks in? He didnt seem to like you very much, so whats he doing here?

• Imagine you then start talking and notice that hes just shy. And actually very cute too? How he looks at you with his big brown eyes, while stumbeling over his words. Stuttering when youre eyes meet.

• Imagine he comes over everyday throughout your recovery. Bringing you your favorite coffee (how did he know that?), stuff to entertain you or even just himself, so youd have someone to talk to. Each time he talked to you, he replayed your conversations in his head over and over again after, always thinking things like ‘Why did I say that?!‘. He even came to visit you when you slept. He just liked watching you. To Bruce you are the most perfect human ever.

• Imagine how gentle he becomes when hes around you. While the others do consider him a more calm and gentle person, their perception of him is nothing compared to how he is with you. When he noticed how you couldnt properly take care of yourself, he always helped you in the most tender way. He of course remembered how you always had your hair in a braid for example. So he learned how to braid hair when you couldnt do it youself because of your injury. Doing it with such soft hands because he was afraid hed pull to hard. He is also extra conscious of the Hulk when hes with you. He never felt like this before. With you it was easy to control himself. Hed do anything for you.

• Imagine after a few weeks your feelings towards him start to grow. You try to leave little hints so maybe he gets it and would ask you out on a date. For example you would compliment his new glasses or humor (which then would make him insanely nervous, ending in him turning red and talking himself down). Or you would try to give him your flirty eyes after, which would never work because as soon as you try to make eye contact, he looks away.

• Imagine when he does finally ask you out, it was by accident. Even though he specifically prepared a 10-step plan to do it the perfect way. You were just complaining about how you havent gone out in weeks because of your wound when he casually says ‘We should go out sometime‘. It just slipped out.

“You mean like a date?“

“Uhh.. do you want me to mean it that way?“

“Yeah.“

“Oh okay. Well then I meant it that way.“

• . ۫ · you and bruce have been eyeing eachother ever since you moved into the avengers tower. of course with tony being your father he wouldve never acted on those feelings. until one night when no ones home, your restraint finally breaks. word count : 0.8k

“We shouldnt be doing this“ Bruce says, breaking the kiss.

“But you want it right?“

“..yeah.“

He knows it wrong. Wanting to fuck, or even just kiss his best friends daughter, who is way too young for him, would get him a reserved place in hell. But its not like he only wants you for your body. Except for now. Right now he cant think of anything else while youre laying under him like this in his very own bed. He doesnt even remember how you two got here. He just remembers you, knocking on his door in middle of the night. He was still up, working as usual. He remembers inviting you in and then one thing led to another and all of a sudden you were laying under him.

“Then just forget about everything else.“ You say as you pull him into another kiss.

“I know its just- your so young. Basically still a teen. I just want to make sure you really want this.“ You can see how hesitant he is as he looks at you with his beautiful bambi eyes. You can also see a hint of worry in there.

“Bruce.“ You say, getting kinda whiny now “Ive been wanting this for months. I am sure. I need you now“ You needed him from the first moment you ever saw him in his cute lab coat. Which, to your delight, hes also wearing tonight.

As soon as your last word was spoken he immideately leans down to kiss you again. This time 10x hungrier than before, almost forcing his tounge into your mouth. You reciprocate the kiss with just as much pressure, putting your arms around him to pull him even closer. Bruce, already feeling claustrophobic in his pants, starts to grind onto you. You feel like youll lose your mind if he just keeps teasing you like this. “Please- mmph- I need more.“

While he believed you when you said you really wanted this, he still wants to take things slow, just to make sure. So instead of getting undressed or getting you ready for him, he gets off of you. Now sitting infront of you he just pulls your pants off in one swift motion and says “Sit on my face then.“ “What?“ “Come here.“

Okay while you didnt have anything against the age gap, infact you loved it, you definetly also werent the most experienced in the bedroom. So when his deep voice told you exactly what to do, you could only surrender, even though you didnt know what your were doing at all. Letting yourself slowly down on his face you definetly were a little scared. What if youd hurt him? But he quickly grabs your thighs and almost forcefully pushes you down onto him fully. You let out a suprised moan as his tounge immideately starts to assult your already more than wet folds. Simultaneously his manly nose pushes directly onto your clit. You felt so vulnerable like this. On full display for his eyes while hes devouring you. Although the first moment he led you down he delightfully closed his eyes and let out a nearly sinister moan. You might even think he enjoyed this more than you do (which is hardly possible from the way you were moaning. God youre lucky no ones home). Its like hes a starving man. Fingers digging in your ass cheeks to pull you onto him more. The pressure in his pants was almost getting too much for him. He tries to get just any sort of friction by using one of his hands to palm himself trough his pants. “Feels s‘ good bruce ‘m close“. He hums against your cunt while picking up the pace of his tounge even more. He loved seeing you like this. Fully under his control. Seeing every small change in your expression and hearing every sound you made. You loved how mature and experienced he was. How was this even humaly possible? You felt like you were about to explode from pleasure. As that familiar build up in your core appears, you look down to warn him. But you couldnt, cause the moment you make eye contact you knew that it was your breaking point. His hungry intense look just tipped you over the edge. Youve never came this hard before. Your moans are loud enough for the whole tower to hear. Youve never felt like this before and you dont think you could ever live without it again.

And while you were slowly coming down from your intoxicating high, you dont miss Bruce‘s lower body twitching under you. He lets out a deep primal grunt. It almost sounds like? He definetly just came in his pants.

Maybe a part two with the real thing? Be prepared to see what else is cooking inside my drafts! :P

The date went perfect. After he picked you up in his BMW, he took you to get drinks and talked to you for hours. The conversation was flowing and so were the compliments. Him calling you gorgeous, an angel and really complimenting your humor. While he did seem to be rather holding back at the beginning, you were now definetly not questioning his attraction to you anymore. From the first look he gave you when you opened the door in your best dress, to the way he opened the car door for you, to the way he held your hand to guide you through the bar and then didnt pull it away after. The whole time he was so attentive. Fully focusing on you and seeming really interested in you and your life. Of course he payed for everything after. He also woudlve never asked you to come back to his place. Hes too much of a gentleman for that and you mean too much to him, for him to just treat you like that. He also still feels bad about the obvious age gap. And you knew that, so you just took the initiative.

“So you wanna still drink a coffe at your place? I dont want this night to end just yet.“

He couldnt deny you anything when you looked at him with those eyes, so he of course took you to his place. Its was really nice. Huge, with windows everywhere and a calming interior. Clean too. It didnt feel weird at all. The professor student dynamic has gone lost even before the first drink came. You felt comfortable with him.

After sitting on his couch just talking about god knows what, it got late pretty fast. But you guys didnt even notice, even though you were both sober again. You could talk about everything and anything always being on the same wavelength. While talking, you guys subconsiously scooted closer to eachother over time, so now not even a piece of paper could fit between you guys’ legs. Youre just talking about your new lectures, when you notice that Bruce isnt listening anymore. Not fully at least. His gaze drifted towards your lips and stayed there till he forced himself into reality again.

“Im so sorry, you were saying?“ You laugh.

“What where you thinking about?“

“You really wanna know?“ You nod. He comes closer and strokes your hair behind your ear to whisper in it. “Im thinking about what it would be like to let you know what the touch of a real man would feel like.“

You took your chance, so when he tries to pull his head away, you grab him by his cheeks and press your lips onto his. He immideately responds by pulling you ontop of his lap to straddle. It doesnt start off gentle. You are finally able to do what youve both been wanting for months. His hands desperately wander over your body, while you take your hands off his cheeks to bury them in his dark curls. As the makeout continues your need for friction is growing fast so you start to grind on his growing buldge under you. He lets out a suprised moan and grabs your hips to help you push down onto him better. You notice his fingers almost digging into you because he cant control himself. Not when it comes to you. You cant help but whimper with need for more. You break the kiss.

“..Bruce..“

“What is it baby? Use your words.“

“I need more of you. Now.“

You dont need to say anything else. He picks you up and takes you up the stairs to his bedroom. Youre sure it looks just as impressing as the other parts of his house but you cant take a good look around, too focused on kissing- no devouring him. In contrast to your primal behaviour he lays you down very gently, taking his place over you while continuing to kiss you. Youve never felt like this before. Youve never been this wet before. The wait is killing you so you start opening his belt first to not interrupt your kiss. Bruce helps you by taking his pants off first and then getting you out of your dress. Before you can undress the rest of him he just stops everything to take you in fully. Just in your underwear you start to feel kinda unsure under his hungry stare.

“Be a good girl and take off your underwear for me.“

You take a second to realize what hes asking for still confused by his change in demeanor. But of course you do what the asks you to do. Who could deny him anything? As you undress yourself fully it feels like hes the only other person in this world. Youre fully captivated by his stare. And the way hes biting his lips while doing so.

“Youre so perfect.“

And you can tell he meant it. When he takes off his last piece of clothing, his shorts, you cant help but be the one to stare now. First off you notice how masculine he looks. His manly arms and chest just get you. He looks a thousand times better than in your imagination. Then you look down. Just above average and thick. So thick youre getting a little scared. As if seeing it in your eyes he takes a second to gently caress your hips while saying “You sure you want this baby? I’ll start off gentle yeah?“ When you nod, almost frantically he smirks and says “Alright then. Spread.“

While you follow his order, he takes two of his big rugged fingers into his mouth to moisten them before pushing them both into you. You take a sharp breath in. Bruce then leans down towards your core to start liking your clit. Only then he starts slowly moving his fingers. You cant contain your moans even though you try to keep quiet. Hes not even inside yet and you already know its the best sex you ever had. You dont even know what hes doing with his tounge right now, you just know that hes skilled. You brain becomes a foggy mess of moaning and whimpering. As he moves faster he starts to look up. He wants to see you unravelling. Oh god he has the most gorgeous eyes ever and with this look. This dangerous look hes giving you. The eye contact is killing you. You swear you could just come from this alone. But then he stops. He removes your fingers from your cunt and pushes them into your mouth instead, so you can taste yourself.

“Yeah lick my fingers clean. Youre such a good fucking girl arent you? Youd do anything for me, wouldnt you?“

You nod eager to please him. He then replaces them with his mouth again, kissing you like youre his lifeline. He starts lining himself up with you and then slowly dives into you. Holy shit. Youve never been this full before. He stays inside of you for a while, not moving. As he kisses you again you put your arms around eachother just making out. But youre becoming impatient.

“Please. Im ready now“ You practically beg.

But were you? When he starts moving, even if it was slow, you had to press your eyes shut. He tries to soothe you with kisses and sweet nothings before going faster. You still held and kissed eachother deeply as the pain starts to mix with pleasure. It was the most romantic thing of your life. You felt like for the first time a man didnt only think about himself. No it was the complete opposite. His attention was on you and you alone. Here and there he left some groans but you knew he was close when he started whimpering and moaning out your name. You fingersnails started to dig into his back while you also felt yourself getting closer. His right hand finds your clit again and starts putting pressure on it. Hes moving almost rough now, his speed picking up.

“Im so close Bruce please“

“I know baby. Me too. Come for me yeah? Dont hold back I need to hear you.“

So you both let go, holding so intense eyecontact you thought your heart would explode. Hes still so close to you in that kinda hug your laying in. When you both come down he just rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. You then share the sweetest most loving kiss of your life before he says

“You know you cant get rid of me now right? Youre mine.“

So he does want you, hes just responsible? Shouldve figured a so good hearted, sweet man wouldnt wanna go out with his student. But you cant let this opportunity pass by. Even if theres just the slightest hint that he reciprocates your feelings. So you start going after him.

"Professor Banner! Please wait a second!"

Youre usually not the kind of girl who would chase a guy. But he just makes you crazy. Hes already heading down the hallway but turns around after your second attempt at calling him.

"You dont even have to say anything. I'll just.. I'll give you this. So its your choice. Call me if you ever change your mind." You say, taking his hand and giving him the piece of paper with your number on you prepared, holding onto his hand one second longer than necessary while saying "I really hope you do."

You take one last look into his beautiful brown eyes, which are looking at you with such an intensity you never wanna look away again. But you do as you turn around and walk the other way to leave.

Now all thats left is waiting.

-

A few days later you were starting to lose hope. Okay actually exactly 5 days, 6 hours and 19 minutes later. You told yourself if he doesnt call within one week, youd give up. So of course you gotta be exact right?? God youre losing your mind. You cleaned everything there was to clean in your dorm, did everything from your to-do list (besides Banner of course), hell you even asked your professors for more assignments!

So then one evening while working on another one of your extra assignments, youre phone finally starts to ring. You immediatly pick up, introducing yourself.

"Yeah hey kid. This is Bruce. Bruce Banner I mean."

“Oh.. Hey.. soo should I take this as you changing your mind?"

“Even though I hate myself for this.. yes. I just.. cant- I cant stay away from you any longer. Id love to see you on saturday maybe?"

You wanted to scream. But you couldnt scream. Not now at least. Later. Okay. But for now you gotta focus. Even though its hard, since even only hearing his deep voice riles you up.

After making out the details, you were just saying your goodbyes, when he adds something before hanging up.

“Oh and wear something nice for me yeah?"

-

Its finally saturday! Or should you say finally? Since youre literally on the verge of throwing up because of your nerves. Youve been dreaming about this for the last 7 months. Ever since you first saw him in his sexy suit he wore on that first day. The way he took his time to answer all of the questions from the students (even if 90% of them were about the Avengers) made you fall for him immideately. Hes so gentle with everybody but at the same time you also feel like he could be really dominant. Just look at him and his authority. Hes so respected everywhere and you bet he could put someone in his place easily, even without the other guy coming out. And you sure as hell want to see that side of him. He probably gets really protecti-. A knock on the door interrupts another one of your daydreams about him.

Hes here.

Date next chapter?? Maybe even a little smut too? ;) This ones pretty short but the next one will be LONGER. Thanks so much for the feedback on the last one, it really made my day! If you got any other Bruce Banner wishes I'm also taking requests, so feel free to comment them if you have any!! Ily to whoever reads this, bye!!

Before getting together:

While the others would consider Bruce as more of a shy guy, you knew the truth. Sure hes more of a quiet person but when he really wants something, he gets it.

After moving into the avengers tower, he quickly met you. He knew it was so so wrong to want you. His best friends daughter. So he first tried to supress his attraction to you, even though he was almost sure the feeling was mutual.

But that attraction kept growing every damn day. Seeing you come back all sweaty and glistening from a workout. Or seeing you in the morning with nothing on but a tight top and shorts.

The moment he really then decided he wants and has to have you was one random evening. You were feeding a stray kitten you brought home a few weeks ago (completly against Tonys wishes of course. But how could he deny his princess something she so desperatly wants?) And the way you were so gently talking to her, taking your time to sweetly take care of her? He was completly smitten.

So from then on he tested the waters. Unnecessarily touching you to get past. Reciprocating your longing stares. Helping you with your chemistry homework, even though he knew you were a straight A student and didnt need it.

So one night when no one was home and you were both in your room to study, he finally caved.

Keeping it a secret:

Bruce is the smartest man you know so its easy to hide your relationship from the others. Hes always coming up with a great new excuse or plan to meet up.

The sex is amazing of course. One moment he can be so gentle and sweet. You feel so content and your sure you could never enjoy sex with someone else again after this. Because youll never love anyone as much as him. However he can also be a real freak. He loves to try new things with you. Whether its being more rough or roleplaying as god knows what. Hes open to try anything you want. Says you keep him young jokingly.

Also huge size kink. He may or may not have turned into smart Hulk once or twice just to see how huge he is compared to you.

While he always meditates and would be considered a calm person (unless the other guys out of course), he does get jealous easily, especially since you guys have to hide it. Everytime Tony or Nat make comments about Peters obvious crush on you or even make any try of setting you up, he has to leave the room immideately. You could swear his skin becomes the tiniest shade greener.

You usually fight after. Not because hes mad at you but because hes mad that you guys have to hide. Mad that he cant claim you infront of everybody. Mad you were born too late for him. And then hes mad at himself for even putting you into this situation. Have I mentioned hes a major overthinker? Nevertheless it always ends in makeup-sex.

Besides he still always tries to show his love, even if it has to be in secret. Leaving you cute handwritten notes, neglecting everything else when you need him and always making sure you eat and drink enough. Hes the most thoughtful guy ever.

Although the other ones dont seem to find him too funny, you always had to laugh at his jokes. Alright maybe your just too lovesick to see the reality. Hes just so cute when he tries to be funny!

Lastly he is also the best boyfriend anyone could ever wish for. He really listens to everything you say, cares for you and always gets protective of you. There wasnt a day you werent sure or had to overthink his feelings for you.

The bass from the main floor of Swing Land pulsed through the walls like a living thing. Neon bled under the door of the private suite in shifting pink and violet. You lay on your stomach across the wide bed, chin resting on one hand, the red wine silk robe draped over your body in soft folds that only hinted at the perfect figure and curves beneath. Your long hair spilled open down your back in thick, wavy curls that nearly reached below the curve of your ass. You weren’t taking clients tonight. Everyone in Gotham’s most exclusive swing club knew the rule.

Until the floor went silent.

Bruce Wayne walked in like the night itself had decided to wear a tailored black suit. No tie. Top button open. Conversations died mid-sentence. Glasses froze. Strippers missed their poles. Every woman—and more than a few men—turned toward him with open hunger. A redhead in pasties and a g-string slid up first, nails trailing down his lapel. Twins in matching lace followed, whispering offers that would bankrupt most men. Bruce barely looked at them.

“I’m looking for her.”

No one needed a name.

Johns appeared at your door less than a minute later. He didn’t knock. You didn’t sit up.

“I don’t take walk-ins,” you said, still on your stomach, hips shifting just enough to make the silk ride higher. Your ass swayed once, lazy and deliberate. “You know that.”

Johns’s jaw flexed. He crossed the room, gripped your bicep, and pulled you upright. You brushed his hand off sharply, but he leaned in close, breath hot against your ear.

“Just make him feel good, doll. In the end, that’s what you’re good at.”

He left. The door stayed open.

Bruce knocked anyway—two soft raps against the open frame—before stepping inside. The door clicked shut behind him. You stayed where you were for a second, then looked him over slowly from head to toe.

“I don’t take walk-ins,” you said coolly. “Especially not rich men in suits who think they’re superior.”

No reaction. Not even a flicker. He simply stood there, hands in his pockets, watching you with calm blue eyes.

You sighed loud enough to be theatrical, rose in one smooth motion, crossed the short distance, and shoved both palms against his broad chest. His big, bulky frame dropped onto the oversized leather couch behind him. Fur pillows scattered. His head rolled back slightly before he lifted it again, gaze locked on you as your fingers found the tie of the robe.

“I didn’t take you for a secret admirer.”

“I’m full of surprises,” he answered, voice low.

The air between you thickened. You circled the couch slowly, letting the silk gap just enough to tease. He never looked away from your face.

“Most men who come this far already know what they want,” you said. “You’re either very bold… or very stupid.”

“Neither. Just thorough.”

You almost smiled. Instead you stopped in front of him again, fingers working the knot free. The robe started to slip from your shoulders—

Bruce rose in one fluid motion. One large hand caught the silk and tugged it back into place with a soft tsk.

“I’m not here for your services,” he said quietly. “I’m here to talk about what you’ve been doing. You know exactly what I mean. The men who leave your bed and never wake up the same. Poison.”

You shrugged, eyes half-lidded, the sluttiest, most unbothered expression you owned. “Huh? Me? What are you talking about?”

You stepped into his space, pressing the full soft heat of your body against the hard lines of his suit, trying to derail him the way you derailed everyone else. Hands slid up his chest. Mouth brushed the edge of his jaw. “Maybe you’re just jealous someone else got there first.”

Nothing. Not a shift in breathing. Not a single tell. Bruce Wayne stood like carved stone. The longer the silence stretched, the thinner both your patience grew. Finally he stepped back and turned toward the door.

You dropped onto the couch on your back with an exaggerated roll of your eyes and a half-moany, frustrated sigh that left no doubt how little you cared.

The door opened.

Then it opened again.

Bruce stood in the threshold, one hand still on the knob, expression almost casual.

“Will you consider walk-ins,” he asked lightly, “just for me?”

What’s funny is he wasn’t even the one who needed this. You were. And that was rare.

The red silk robe slid off your shoulders completely, pooling at your feet. Underneath, leopard-print sheer lingerie clung to every curve—cups barely containing your breasts, the bottoms high-cut and translucent enough to show the soft shadow between your thighs. You didn’t move to cover yourself.

He stepped back in and sat, letting the door close, letting you take the lead.

You crossed the space, planted both hands on his shoulders, and shoved him deeper into the leather. Then you sank to your knees between his spread thighs. The sight of him—perfectly pressed suit, powerful body, calm eyes—made something hot and restless coil low in your belly. Frustration sparked sharper. You had the real charms. They worked on everyone else. They should have worked on him.

But Bruce Wayne was different. Big. Charismatic. Something god-level different.

Your eyes started to glisten. Soft moans slipped out, turning into broken little mewls as your hands found the expensive fabric of his trousers. He watched every second. Then one big hand fisted in your long hair—not cruel, just firm—and he bent forward. His mouth found the back of your neck.

Hot. Almost too hot. His tongue dragged slow across your skin, leaving wet trails of spit that made you shiver and nearly drool. He worked his way up, devouring, tasting, painting you with deliberate hunger while you knelt there trembling. When he finally turned your face up, the kiss was devastating—mouth claiming each of your lips in turn, licking, sucking, like a cat taking its time with something it fully intended to ruin. You were already making soft, broken kitten sounds against his tongue.

He pulled back just enough to speak, voice rough but still measured.

“May I?”

Permission. Respectful. Careful.

You couldn’t let him keep that control.

You went wild.

Hands tore at his belt. Mouth found his again. Body climbed into his lap, grinding, demanding. He let you—for a while. Then the fist in your hair tightened and he took over, turning you, spreading you across the fur pillows, peeling the sheer lingerie away with maddening patience until you were bare and flushed under him. His mouth moved lower. Lower. Devoured you until your thighs shook and your voice broke into continuous, desperate sounds. When he finally pushed inside, the stretch was overwhelming—thick, deep, relentless—and still he stayed mostly dressed, suit barely rumpled, as he fucked you through climax after climax on that leather couch.

By the end you lay naked and wrecked, skin marked, lips bruised, pussy swollen and thoroughly used, streaks of his cum painted across your stomach and between your breasts. Bruce stood, adjusted his cuffs, and looked as composed as the moment he’d walked in. Only the faint flush at his collar and the scent of sex on him gave anything away.

He leaned down and pressed a soft, almost tender kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll take this as you won’t poison any more men,” he murmured. “At least not men who aren’t me.”

Bruce Wayne x Fem!reader

Summary: Bruce fell in love with a downtown girl. But what happens when he realizes she doesn’t care for expensive gifts.

The first scenes is based off Gilmore Girls

You were at Wayne Manor, Bruce had said to wait there until he got off work, then you could go on a date. You heard the front door open, and walked over there to hug him. But he had a shopping bag in his hand.

“What’s that?”

“A gift for you.”

You take the shopping bag from his hand. Even that part looked expensive. You open to find a purse?

“A bag inside a bag, cool.” You said, it looked really expensive.

“Do you like it?”

“It’s a purse, I’m a girl, of course I like it.”

“It’s not any purse, it’s a birkin bag.”

“A what?”

“Nevermind. So you actually like it?”

“Yes, my books or camera could go in here!”

“Mhm. You ready to go?”

“Yep!”

As you got to the restaurant, you already felt out of place before even stepping in. It was very fancy, like only the richest of the rich went here. But you kept a smile on, maybe you were still just adjusting to this…

As you two sat down, you looked around, nice lighting, nice table cloths, nice everything. You could smell the wine from all the other tables, it was a lot…

The waiter came over.

“What would you two like to drink, or do you need a wine menu?” The waiter said

What was a wine menu? You thought to yourself.

“Do you have Diet Coke?” You asked

“Yes…” The waiter said, with a bit of judgement.

“I’ll just have a water.” Bruce said

“Very well.” The waiter replied as he walked off.

“I should have let you order drinks, shouldn’t I?” You ask, you felt the waiter’s judgment at you asking for Diet Coke. This was a fancy restaurant, what were you thinking?

“It’s fine, I say get what you want.”

“Okay.” You look at the menu, and it all seemed very weird. Definitely not normal everyday foods. “Hm.”

“What’s wrong?” Bruce asks

“Nothing.”

“You don’t see anything you’ll like?”

“I haven’t read the full menu yet?”

“Do you want to go somewhere else?”

“No, no, it’s fine.” You said, trying to reassure him.

“If you’re sure.” Bruce says

“Mhm.”

After you two finish dinner the waiter brings the check, you glance at it as he hands it to Bruce, it was a lot. You know he’s a billionaire but you still feel bad.

As you walk out of the restaurant together, Bruce notices you’re not acting like yourself.

“What’s wrong?” Bruce asks

“That was a lot of money. And on top of the purse. I don’t understand why you’re spending that much.” You say, quietly.

“Is that what this is about? Baby, I have plenty of money to spend on you.”

“I know, it’s just weird. I don’t need this stuff.” You say, sure the bag was really nice but you already had bags that were still okay, the food was good but you could’ve cooked the same thing, if you had a recipe.

After Bruce got back to the Manor after dropping you off. He sat on the couch.

“Master Bruce? Are you okay?” Alfred asked

“I don’t know how to plan dates with her.”

“Have you thought about what she likes, I know you give gifts as a way to show you care but have you thought about how she wants to be shown love?”

“Hm, thanks for the idea, Alfred.”

“Always, Master Bruce.”

A week later you were exiting your apartment building, when you bumped into Bruce.

“Hi, I was just coming to see you.” Bruce said

“Oh, I was going to go look at books.”

“Can I come with you?” Bruce asked

“Of course.”

You two walked on the sidewalk, he was holding your hand. This was nice, and what you wanted, quiet moments. Not fancy places.

At the bookstore, Bruce always looked at books that were near you. When you moved, he moved. When you looked at romance, he looked at the history books right next to the romance section. When you were ready to go, you had picked out none of the books you were looking at.

“You didn’t want anything?” Bruce asked, confused because you had definitely been looking like you wanted some of them.

“I just wanted to look.” You said, shrugging.

“Okay.”

Bruce wrapped his arm around you as the two of you walked out.