Alright this is a complete redo because I had an idea for my love, Bruce Wayne. This will be a bit of an angst story I want this story to be a fluff story. No sex in here, I want something more wholesome towards the end with no intercourse. Everyone needs a little sad then a lotta happy in their life without fucking. THIS MIGHT BE CRINGEY BECAUSE MY CHARACTERS BASICALLY NEVER REALLY DISCUSS MY FEELINGS IN ANYWAY WHETHER ITS THROUGH THE ROLEPLAY OR THE A- HOUSE.
(Jay dont make any comments on this story, its like an AU or som. Ik he prolly wouldnt do this but for the sake of the story, he has been magically manipulated into being dull, go with the story. You'll get it eventually)
The characters used in this part are:
Bruce Wayne: Billionaire playboy, you should know him (he/him)
Henna Wayne: Bruce's wife and the person on the cover picture. (my character)
Alfred Pennyworth: The best butler in the world
Damien Wayne: The worst child when it comes to listening
TW! This part includes cursing/yelling, crying, past addiction of smoking (she doesnt have asthma like me), mention of overdose, and expression of feelings.
GET READY FOR A ROLLERCOASTER LOVES. 🫶🏾
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Gotham City, where the streets are far from pretty (pun intended from a song). Except for the Wayne Manor, or so the people think. A great family of hard working people and beauty's to the eyes of any. Currently in the Manor sits Henna, sitting on the couch, Damien,in his room, Alfred, cooking, and Ace,asleep. Of course Bruce isnt home, too busy doing "Bruce stuff."
*The door opens*
(Spoke too soon)
Bruce walks into the house more sluggish than normal. Henna greets him at the door and notices something is wrong.
"Hey hun, what wrong?"
Bruce: "Nothing, I'm tired."
Jeez not even a "hey love" alright then. Henna tried to ignore it and let him sleep, gave him some space. It was obvious that he wasnt with anything at the moment, more grumpy, less annoying. Something had to be up.
Damien, who doesnt care about jack shit, asked Henna what was wrong with Bruce but to his surprise not even she knew.
Damien: "Yo, what wrong with dad he looks more depressed than when he cant beat the joker?"
"I dont know, he wouldnt tell me," sighing in disappointment but giving him a slight smirk at the dumb comment.
Alfred reassured the both of them that he was just tired with work and to not worry too much about it. He offered for them to sit at the dinner table and eat, he said that he would get Bruce to eat sooner or later and that he would be back to normal. But that time never came, infact this same routine happened on continuous night for the next few days. Come home late, take a shower, sleep, repeat. Any plans together had been canceled and Henna tried to be as understanding as possible but the shit was bugging her. It concerned her more when Damien, of all people, started to worry. So when he got home she confronted him.
*He walks in the door hanging up his coat and taking off his shoes*
"Bruce, we gotta talk, like now."
Bruce: "Cant it wait I have more important things to do."
"As in?"
Bruce: "Sleep, you know nightly patrol is a thing"
"Talking to your family about what the fuck is wrong with you is also a thing"
Bruce: "Come on dont be annoying about it, Im just tired."
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