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BRUCE WAYNE & DICK GRAYSON

A/N~ A small scene running around in my head. Enjoy!

If you enjoyed this one, here is part 2.

“So, you’ll kiss the Batman but not me?”

He stood behind you, sharp and composed in his usual charcoal-grey suit, tailored made to his frame. 

“Careful Bruce, you almost sound jealous.” 

You teased, your words laced with playful mischief and a knowing smile. You looked at the illuminated elevator numbers as they declined above you. Your hands held the stack of paperwork against your chest as you tapped your fingers lightly against it. 

Bruce slid his hands into the pockets of his slacks and took a step closer to you. You could feel his intense gaze on you. It sent tingles up your spine. His warm breath caressed your neck. His voice came low and rough brushing against your ear.

“I’m not jealous.”

This was the cat and mouse game you had been playing with Bruce for a few weeks now. He would push and you would pull away.

“Hmm…” you smirked knowing that he was lying. It was intriguing how one man could be jealous of himself, his other self, even when he was still himself.

“You know we can’t be together right.” 

The moment you said it, a shift occurred. You felt Bruce tense behind you. If you had turned, you would have seen the closed-off expression he always wore to the world which was now directed at you. 

“I mean, it could ruin my reputation,” you turned slightly, your palm over your heart. A small, mischievous glint flashed in your eye. 

Bruce’s face softened slightly. The corner of his mouth lifted. 

“Your reputation?”

He trailed his eyes across your face, a small warmth began to crawl up your neck. You pushed it away, determined not to show Bruce the effect he had on you. 

“Yes mine,” you turned back to face the elevator doors, “I mean what would people say a smart, sophisticated doctor with a billionaire playboy..”

You could feel him behind you, patient and steady, until his voice slipped into the space between you. 

“You know that’s not who I really am.” 

You knew that. You knew he was more than what the tabloids had portrayed him to be: a playboy billionaire who simply brought hotels because he felt like it. You knew the real him, the man behind the mask. 

You half shrugged, “But still…”

Bruce shook his head slightly as the elevator came to a stop and the doors slowly opened. 

“You have a thing for the Batman and not me.” 

As you stepped out of the elevator and walked away, you called over your shoulder, 

“It’s funny isn’t it? How that happens.”

Bruce remained in the open doors, eyes following you. His voice called after you not caring who heard.