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secrets | b.w.

summary: after bruce goes mia for a couple of days, leaving the reader worried before he comes back and reveals a secret he's been keeping from the reader for a while.

wc: 2.2k

warnings: the batman spoilers, unedited work, lowercase intended, angst if u squint, some comfort, mention of injuries, i think that's it, let me know if i forgot any :)

a/n: idk how i feel about this but he has been living in my mind rent free since i saw the movie so i wanted to write something. i might do a part 2 though, free to make some requests as well! i would love to write some :)

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*hi this is future ashton realizing that she’s a fucking idiot and forgot what happened after the alfred and bruce’s parents thing and i could’ve made this so much better. so im gonna rewrite this and repost it but for now enjoy this lmao*

(gif is not mine!)

you haven’t spoken to bruce in almost a week, which was unusual considering you were the only person he talked to besides alfred. after his parents secrets being spread through every news station and publisher, you tried to reach out. you wanted to be there for him, knowing this was gonna be hard on him, but all of your attempts went unanswered.

you even went as far as going to the wayne tower only to be shooed out by a frantic dory, saying something about how you shouldn’t be there. you tried to call alfred too and received radio silence as well. you soon figured out what happened to alfred at the tower and immediately sped to the hospital.

you told the nurses you were his niece and luckily they believed you and let you into the room. you were relieved to find him awake and eating. you let out a breathe of relief, and made your way to hug him.

“thank god,” you whispered to yourself mostly. alfred returned the hug, “hello dear, i’m sorry for the fright,” you shook your head releasing him, “don’t apologize, i’m sorry i wasn’t here earlier, i just saw the news and came as quick as i could,” you responded, pulling away and finding home in the chair.

“the news? bruce didn't call you?” he asked, brows furrowed. “no he’s been uh,” you paused for a moment.” he’s been dodging my calls the past few days.” you finished, avoiding his eyes. “i swear im gonna hit that boy one of these days.” he muttered. “listen y/n, i promise it’s nothing personal, he’s just got alot on his mind, just give him some time.” he said, with a reassuring smile.

“thanks alfred,” you said, smiling back. “well i’m gonna let you get some rest, please call me if you need anything.” you squeezed his hand before getting up and walking towards the door. “and if you see bruce,” you paused turning back, “ could you just tell him when he’s ready, he knows where to find me.” he nodded, smiling at you.

you went back to your apartment that night and tried to do some work to keep your mind busy. you were in bed, typing on your laptop when you heard a knock on your door. you glanced at your clock, 1:37am it read. who could be knocking at your door at this hour? you heard the knock again, you quickly got up, slipping on a jacket before quietly making your way towards the door.

you looked through the peephole to find a disheveled bruce wayne, helmet in hand, waiting for the door to open. you gasp softly before yanking your door open. you both look at each other for a moment before you pulled him into the safety of your apartment. you closed the door quickly, grabbing the helmet and dropping it on the floor, before launching yourself into his arms.

you felt your bottom lip wobble as his arms wrapped around you, you shoved your face into his neck, your grip tightening, relieved he was okay. he kissed your temple before placing his head in your neck. you stayed there for a moment before you pulled back, whacking his chest.

“don’t you ever fucking do that to me again bruce wayne. you do understand how worried i was? not even a text really? even a simple ‘i’m okay y/n’? nothing? just radio fucking silence?” you yelled, tears flowing freely, in both relief and anger. “you fucking asshole, i was scared shitless something happened to you.” you paused, taking a breath.

he opened his mouth to reply, but you quickly cut him off. “no, i’m not done.” you said, holding a finger up. “alfred? are you fucking kidding me wayne? i had to find out something happened to alfred on the goddamn news? you couldn’t even tell me something happened? i may not be as close to him as you are but he’s still someone i fucking care about.” you felt your voice start to strain from yelling and crying.

“you’re lucky i love you or else i would kick the shit out of you for what you put me through. don’t you ever pull something like that again.” you whimpered, breathing heavily, tears still streaming down your face. he was silent for a moment before he spoke. “are you done?” you glared at him. “yeah, i’m done asshole.” you replied, folding your arms, turning away from him slightly.

he moved in front of you again, cupping your cheeks forcing you to look up at him. he wiped your tears before speaking, “i’m sorry sweetheart, you’re right i should have texted you, and i should’ve told you about alfred. i’ve been busy these last few days but that’s no excuse, i still should’ve called or texted.” he paused, “but i’m here now, and i promise i’ll tell you everything.” you looked at him confused.

“what do you mean tell me everything?” you asked. “come on, we gotta hurry okay, so let’s go. you’re staying with me for a few days.” he said, grabbing his helmet and your keys off the hook. pulling you towards the door. “woah woah wait, what? what are you talking about?” you asked , stopping him form going any further.

“come on we gotta hurry, you’re not safe here” he said pulling you once more. “bruce, stop, i’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on.” you said, taking your arm from his grasp. he turned to you, “do you trust me?” he asked, you furrowed your browns. “with my life.” you replied immediately.

“then please just come with me and i will explain everything later, i promise.” he said holding hid hand out. you look at him for a moment before nodding and taking his hand. “thank you.” he breathed before pulling out of the door successfully. you both ran down the stairs and out of your building, running to the familiar bike parked on the street.

he handed you the extra helmet he had on the back of his bike. you both put on your helmets, mounting the bike. “hold on tight sweetheart.” he said, flipping the visor down and starting the bike up. as soon as you wrapped your arms around his middle, he took off, speeding down the street.

you could see wayne tower in the distance before bruce took an unfamiliar turn down an alley. you lifted your head slightly, “where are we going?” you asked. bruce didn’t response, only went faster down the alley. after a few minutes he made another turn before going down a flight of stairs.

“oh shit.” you exclaimed, tighten your grip. you swear you heard him laugh, before drifting around a corner and speeding down a tunnel. you finally came to some sort of cave, and a bunch of bats scattered as you drove through, coming to a stop as you approached some sort of platform. you let go of bruce climbing off the bike, taking your helmet off. you looked around in awe.

bruce climbed off, taking off his helmet a well before grabbing your helmet, and setting them on the bike seat. you walked up the steps, leading to a huge desk, with screens, papers scattered on top, with a stool in front of it. “holy shit. what is this place?” you asked, turning to bruce who was behind you. “my cave.” he said looking around as well.

“what, like a bat cave?” you laughed, looking around once more. “who are you batman?” still laughing, looking back at him. he didn’t respond, only looking down for a moment before lifting his eyes to yours again.

you were confused before the realization dawned on you. “holy shit,” you whispered. “you are, aren’t you?” you asked in disbelief. he didn’t respond, only moving to the desk to look through the papers. “that’s where all those bruises and cuts came from isn’t it?” you asked. “and why you didn’t call or text me the past almost week ?” you tried to look him in the eyes but he just kept sifting through the papers.

“why did you keep this from me?” you asked softly. he ignored you still. “bruce.” you said, trying to get him to look at you. “bruce, please, talk to me.” you pleaded, grabbing his arm. he stopped, placing his hands on the edge of the desk, dropping his head, clenching his jaw. “you have to talk to me, let me in. please.” you whispered softly. he shook his head, letting out a shuttering breath.

you took this as your sign to duck under his arm, taking him in yours. he instantly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer, shoving his head into your neck. you rubbed his back, lifting your other hand to run through his hair. you kissed his head. “it’s okay, you’re okay.” you whispered into his ear. you stayed there for a moment before you pulled back.

your hands moved to his cheeks, wiping his tears. “what happened b?” you asked searching his eyes. he was silent for a moment, looking back at you before replying. “the riddler,” he looked down for a moment. “he’s been killing corrupt city officials, trying expose some sort of rat that helped with that huge drug case 20 years ago. he said it would unravel the city completely, showing how truly dirty gotham is.”

he paused for moment, “he said my dad’s foundation was the cause of everything. he’s the one that put out all of the dirt on my parents. he sent a package for me while i was at the orphanage. it was a c-4 explosive and alfred opened it, that’s why he’s in the hospital.” he shook his head, turning away from you, your hands dropping to your sides. “he’s there cause of me.” he whispered. looking over his shoulder slightly.

“absolutely not.” you said moving in front of him. “i will not let you blame yourself for that psychopaths behavior.” he avoided your eyes still. “hey, look at me.” he finally lifted his head, fresh tears, leaving wet streaks in their wake. “this is not your fault bruce wayne. you didn’t send a bomb to your home for alfred to open and get hurt.” he opened his mouth to respond.

“so help me god if you say he sent it because of you i’m gonna hit you because you didn’t force him to send it, he did that for his own bullshit reasons.” you said reading his mind.”but it is y/n. alfred never would have opened that package if the riddler wasn’t trying to kill me.” you hit his arm.

“what did i just say? last time i checked you didn’t send the package to get him hurt, so stop blaming yourself for shit you’re not responsible for. okay?” you asked, forcing his eyes to look into yours. “okay.” he whispered, nodding. “okay great, now how are we gonna stop him?” you asked, turning back to the desk, looking through the papers.

“woah, no, you’re not doing anything.” he said pulling you away from the desk. “you’re gonna go up to the penthouse and stay there until it’s safe.” you looked at him like he was crazy. “like hell i am, this asshole thinks he can go around threatening the people i love and i’m not letting you do this alone.” you said turning back to the table, grabbing different papers to read.”

“no you’re not, you’re staying here out of harms way, end of discussion.” he raised his voice, grabbing the papers from you. “and since when do you get to control what i do? huh bruce? last i checked, you weren’t my boyfriend and you certainly weren’t my keeper.” you were now facing him. “so give me the damn papers and let me help.” you said, ripping the papers out of his hand.

his nostrils flared as he took a deep breath. “give me the fucking papers y/n, i’m not messing around.” you looked a him in shock. his whole dementor changed and it almost scared you. “okay.” you nodded, handed him the papers, “i need you to go up to the penthouse and stay there.” he put the papers back on the desk. “okay.” you nodded, turning around to go to the elevator.

“y/n.” you heard behind you as you hit the button. you turned to look at him, waiting for a response. he walked towards you, placing a hand on your cheek once more. “i’m sorry.” he paused, “i just- i can’t lose you too. okay? so just, please stay up there so i know you’re safe.” he whispered, resting his forehead on yours.

you nodded, placing your hand on his wrist, rubbing your thumb against it. “okay, i will. just please promise me you’ll be safe. i can’t lose you either b.” he nodded, kissing your forehead. “promise sweetheart. i love you.” he said against your forehead. “i love you too b.” you pulled apart, looking at each other for a moment. “go save the city batman, i’ll be here for you when you get back.” you smiled, kissing his cheek, walking back to the elevator. he smiled at you once more before the doors closed, bring up to the top level of the wayne tower, to wait for his safe return.

a/n: hi, i actually had a really hard time writing this for some reason, i had to restart a couple of times because it just wasn't what i wanted it to be. i think because bruce wayne is such a serious character and i'm not used to writing like that. anyway, i did my best so let me know what you think, i hope you enjoyed!

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