Imagine: Bruce trying to make dinner for your one year anniversary
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You knocked on the door to your boyfriend Bruce's house... well, manor. After a few moments, Alfred opened the door. "Good afternoon, Y/n." He moved out of the doorway. "Hey, Alfred." You smiled at him. You looked around the entrance for a second and turned back to Alfred. "I believe he's in the kitchen. May I take your coat?" He answered your unasked question. "Oh, thank you." You slid your coat off your shoulders, handed it to him, and walked towards the door of the kitchen.
When you reached the kitchen, you heard something crashing and your heart dropped. Oh god, who is threatening Bruce now? You opened the door preparing for the worst but were met with one of the cutest, most confusing sights you had ever seen. Bruce freaking Wayne was cooking! You smiled brightly, "I thought you had a butler to do that for you?" "Yes, Alfred is quite helpful when it comes to preparing meals, but I thought I could do something nice for you for our anniversary." Bruce looked at you with seriousness. "Would you like some help then, Mr. Wayne?" You walked over to him and smirked. "I would love your help, darling." He smiled back at you.
You grabbed the cookbook he was looking out of and looked at the page. When you saw the recipe, your heart soared. "The first meal we had together," Bruce said. "Awe, you're adorable!" You kissed him deeply. "Okay, so here's what we need..."
Neither of you noticed, but Alfred was watching the two of you cooking and laughing together. Perhaps, you could be the key to Bruce's happiness. You had always been there for him. You could be Bruce's new normal, and that made him happy. He walked away.
"Okay so, we need 2 cups of flour," You grabbed the bag of flour and tore it open. The powder sprayed everywhere and your eyes widened, you looked at Bruce for a millisecond and you both burst out laughing. You grabbed a handful of the flour from the torn bag and threw it into Bruce's hair. He blinked and smiled. He walked up to you and cornered you against the table. He pressed his body against yours and was slowly leaning in to kiss you until you felt a crack on your head and a wet substance journey down your neck. "Bruce!" He had slapped an egg on the top of your head. He laughed and you started a food fight, 5 minutes passed until you had tackled him to the ground and the two of you started laughing on the floor. Yep, this was definitely the goofball you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.
Eventually, both of your laughter died down until you were both staring at each other. "I love you Y/n." "I love you too Bruce." You leaned into each other and kissed. It was about to get more heated until Alfred burst through the door. "What the bloody hell is going on here!?" You both scrambled up off of the floor. "Y/n and I got distracted from cooking and had a food fight." "I can see that Master B. I also hope you're aware that I will not be cleaning up after the two of you." You both looked down and said, "Yes sir." Once he left you both looked at each other and laughed again and started cleaning up. This was the best one year anniversary you had ever had.
The end
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