ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴍᴀɴ.

0.8

Bruce groans a little from the irritation of his skin as he walks into the main entrance. I sit on the chair glancing over the city, till I pay my attention to him, wrinkling his nose in frustration. Something must be wrong.

After the explosion at the cathedral, he took me back to the manor immediately. He did have some open wounds from his back, when he was protecting me from getting hurt. The entire cathedral has been evacuated and I could tell Bruce wasn't happy about it. He had a weird addiction to criminals, but not in any type of ways that leads to pleasure.

Alfred turns the TV on as he listens to the news. they are talking about the incident. About seven people got injured. However I'm not sure about Bruce; he didn't tell me if he wether got himself hurt or not, but sometimes I wonder if he's too prideful to get help.

I watch him take his coat off and throws it on the floor in the living room. He removes his shirt in front of the glass window, as Alfred and i take notice to the small pieces of wood sticking onto his back. I immediately stand up and Alfred removes his glasses. "Dear god."

"Bruce". I say softly, and he turns his attention to me, furrowing both his eyebrows.

I softly pat on the seat right beside me. "Let me help."

"No" he says with an instant. I shake my head, disagreeing.

"Yes. You can't do it yourself, let me do it." I insist. He didn't have any other options and I could tell with his expression that he knows there isn't any other choices to make.

Bruce finally gives in and takes a few steps before sitting on the chair. I inch behind him and slowly brushes the pat finger on his back, having a quick look on the open wounds. Alfred limps his way as he comes back with a tweezer. I thank him before trailing my eyes back on Bruce's naked back.

Slowly enough, I peel each one of them off his skin, as gently as possible. He groans a little but takes it as a champ, which doesn't come off surprising to me; compare to the wounds I have seen on his body.

The atmosphere slowly starts to be silence, but I continue to plug them out before talking to him.

"Are you alright?" I ask, which he instantly responds back to.

"Yes."

I frown a little as I continue. "I figured it doesn't hurt now that you have a lot of scars. Why?"

He didn't answer.

"Well.." I trail off, figuring he rather keep it to himself. "Thank you for saving me once again."

Nothing again.

"You're a good man Bruce."

Bruce takes a look on the side, eyeing me a little. I softly place my palm on his shoulder. "I mean it, you're a good man. I wish there was more men like you."

For a minute it goes back to silence, however it didn't matter to me, my eyes is focusing on removing each stumbles I come across.

Bruce starts mumbling under his breath. "There should be more women like you, Daisy. " I smile a little. My mind starts wandering about him, his ideal of a woman.

"Why aren't you married, Bruce?" I ask softly.

"I don't need to." He says almost cold. I figure he prefers being on his own.

"Is a woman's need a lot for you?" I say jokingly and chuckle a bit.

"No. You're easy to take care of." I quickly stop my movement and glance at the texture of his brown darkish hair.

"Oh." I say quietly before continuing. "I meant in general-"

"I know." He interrupts. I take a deep breath and getting rid of the pieces.