A+B | Chapter Four
Summary: GN!reader is falling in love with Bruce Wayne, even if they won’t admit it. Everything takes a turn for the worse when Bruce’s biggest secret comes to light.
Pairing: Bruce Wayne x GN!Reader
WC: 1.4K
Warnings: na
Notes: Can be read as any batsy you’d like, I personally picture Bale bc I’m a slut for him <3
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The chilly Gotham air fills my lungs as I travel down the poorly lit street. Walking in the middle of the night has become a habit of mine, it’s the only time I can feel him anymore.
It’s been three months since my attempted robbery and a lot of things have changed. One thing, really. Bruce. More so, the lack of Bruce.
He hadn’t reacted when I said his name, instead he led me into the street, checked me over and vanished into the night. Although I walked home alone, I could feel the heat of his gaze until I closed the front door. Stacey hurried over, asking question after question and insisting I file a police report.
“You can’t let him get away with this, it’s disgusting.” She was angrier than I was. At this point, I just felt empty.
“He didn’t get away with it, Batman showed up.”
The gasp she let out was so loud that I flinched at the sound. She instantly apologised but dived into a new set of questions. What was he like? What did he do? What did he smell like? Was this his cloak?
“Yeah, he put it around my shoulders.” I ran my hand over my cheek and flinched. Pulling it away, I saw dried blood smothered across my palm.
“You need to go to the hospital.”
“I don’t have insurance. It’ll cost so much that I won't be able to make rent.”
Stacey goes to respond but was cut off by a knock at the door. We shared a concerned glance. Who would be visiting at a time like this? Unsure what to do, we edged closer, but I flung the door open once I heard the all too familiar voice.
“Alfred, what are you doing here?” The older man stood in the hallway; a small box clutched in his hand. His face was scrunched in anger. The look only grew worse when he took in my face.
“Master Wayne sent me.” He stepped into the room and greeted Stacey for the second time that night. “He said you may need some help cleaning up.”
This was all the confirmation I needed. Bruce Wayne is Batman. Batman is Bruce Wayne. How else would Alfred know about my injuries?
We set up on the kitchen table, Alfred’s box filled with first aid supplies. Stacey stayed with us for a while but went to bed after seeing I was in good hands. The room was silent except for the gentle brush of cotton against my torn-up cheek.
“It’s true, isn’t it?”
Alfred looks at me and his eyes soften. “Yes.”
I hum. “Who else knows?”
“Me, the guy who makes his gear,” He goes back to cleaning my wounds. “And you.”
I wince as he hits a sensitive spot, Alfred apologises and goes back in with an even lighter hand.
“What happens now?”
“I don’t know.”
Alfred finished my wounds after about half an hour and left. I hadn’t seen him since.
My phone beeps with a message from Stacey. Where are you?
Just on a walk, will be home soon.
You need to stop doing that, it’s dangerous out there. I know she’s right, but I can’t stop. I miss him. I miss him so much.
I had texted Bruce that night, just a quick message to let him know I’d made it home okay. He never responded. We had organised our Wednesday lunch the week before, so I arrived at the restaurant and waited. He rarely runs late, so I sent him another message after five minutes to see if he wanted me to order for him. No response.
The anxiety flowed through my veins when I showed up uninvited to the manor on Saturday. Maybe, just maybe, he’d lost his phone. Maybe Batman stuff had come up and he didn’t have a chance to let me know. Either way, Alfred would let me know what was going on.
I walked up to the front door, knocked and waited. Usually, Alfred would greet me within seconds. But 10 seconds turned into 20. 20 into 30. 30 into minutes. I think I stood there for five minutes before I finally gave up and went home.
The worst part? The lights were on the entire time. They weren’t even trying to hide the fact they were home.
My car had still been in the shop, so I took a bus into the city and walked back to my house. Then I spotted him. The dark, intimidating figure on the rooftop above me. I turned to look at him, but he was gone. Still, I felt the heat of his gaze on me until I walked through the front door.
As an experiment, I walked home the evening after. Then the evening after that. For a whole week, I navigated the shadowy streets to my apartment. And for a whole week, I felt him watching.
Maybe he didn’t want to talk to me. Maybe he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. But he still cared enough to protect me, even when there were more vulnerable people just around the corner. It made me feel safe. It made me feel loved.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m still royally pissed off. Only a coward would give someone the silent treatment. I don’t know what I’d do first if I saw him again, hug or punch him. I do know, though, that I’d never let him go again.
I was just walking past an alleyway when I saw something glimmer. Turning, something shined back from within the darkness. The alley was so dark that I could hardly see a thing but still, I edge closer. At the end of the day, I knew the Dark Knight was watching over me. He’d protect me.
I was about to step further into the darkness when a hand pulled me backwards. I couldn’t help the yelp that escaped me as the stranger span me around.
“What are you doing?” His voice was so deep that it was basically a growl.
“God, you can’t just jump out like that.” I stumble back, “You’ll scare someone to death.”
“You’ll catch your death if you keep walking around in the middle of the night.” He basically snarls. “I can’t spend all my time babysitting you.”
His words cut deep, and I instantly feel my eyes stinging. “Well shit, sorry. I won’t bother you anymore.”
I turn away and start heading back down the street. I don’t know if it’s purposeful or not, but I hear him follow me. Something inside me cracks and anger begins to flood through my veins, numbing the pain. I snap back, coming face to face with the masked man.
“What is your problem?” I ask through gritted teeth. “I want you around and you leave me. Then you follow me and have the audacity to tell me to leave. If you want to be with me, just do it. If not, leave me alone.”
He merely stares back at me, an annoyed scowl on his face.
“I can’t handle the indecision. It hurts too much.” My voice grows quieter.
“You think you’re the only one hurting?” He takes a step closer, now our chests are brushing. “I think about you every minute of every day.”
“Oh please. You don’t get to be the sob story who lost your friend when you were the asshole who threw it all away!” I clench my fist, hardly noticing it shake.
“I don’t care about what everyone else thinks. I care about keeping you safe. Being friends with the Prince of Gotham is dangerous enough but with Batman too? You’ll be a walking target.” His scowl drops away as his lips press into a flat line.
“All this talk about my safety but what about my happiness?” I place my hand on his arm. “What about yours? Are you happy like this? Always keeping everyone away to protect them.”
“Everyone I love dies.”
“I’m still here and I don’t plan on dying anytime soon.”
My words have the opposite intended effect, as Bruce rips his arm away from me and staggers back a few steps.
“I won’t give you the chance.”
Then he disappears into the darkness.
Caught in the moment, we both forgot about the glinting item down the alley. The creature holding it slid further into the shadows, unnoticed and unseen.
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