Making Headlines ~ Bruce Wayne [PAUSED]

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Bruce Wayne is a name that has intrigued you for years. Wayne itself could answer anyone's questions about your interest. The powerful and rich family that just so worked to raise Gotham City. But Bruce is where people don't get. Boy with a tragic life story who happens to end with all of his family's money. It's not intriguing enough for him to be a theme of conversation for more than 5 minutes for most people.

But not for you.

You were raised in just as rich of a family. You weren't an heir to such a tragic life, but you were also raised to be the boss of it all one day. Training began right as you were old enough to count. Your family cares about image, always as, and you've been a victim of their etiquette classes ever since you could think of.

You became very independent and confident, but maybe not enough to be considered to have the most ladylike temperament, as your mother would've liked. All the teaching and overbearing parenting made you snappy and always looking over your shoulder. And all of the correcting of everything you did made you rude.

Your sense of style also isn't as your mother would've liked either, but she doesn't dare to say anything. Your name is already signed as the Co-Owner of the family's company and very much in front of all the cameras. Even coming close to a public altercation would raise too much attention. And that makes chills run down your mother's back.

Your confidence is unmatchable to a lot of people and that reflects in your style. You dress very well and in any way that shows your body the best. You're never going too far with it, of course, but the high heels and your dresses in events are always a head-turner. You have never looked bad a day in your life, and you never will.

Bruce intrigued you ever since you had first seen him. It's not his story that makes you intrigued. It's him. He's silent, brooding, and puzzling. It makes anyone look when he appears in events - which is already rare in itself.

You remember the first time you met him. You thought you two would be friends. He was older than you but he still seemed like a lot of the boys that you had met. Normal. His parents were still alive at that time, and you remember how he offered you a small smile before he had to walk away for another conversation.

You only saw him again when the two of you were teenagers and his parents had died a few years before. He was on his own by a table, but you knew that his security would be in every corner.

You were talking to some of your friends when you met his gaze. You had been waiting to see him for so long. He never comes to events anymore, and you could still remember the gentle smile he had given you after all these years.

He didn't smile this time or react even. He just looked away and looked down at his non-alcoholic drink. And that made you stare for longer. There was something in him that pulled you in. You remember thinking about it and thinking it would be a crush since your heart had beat out of your chest when you met his eyes. But you never came to a conclusion.

You decided to walk over to him. His eyes were still on the drink as you got closer and closer. Everyone was making almost a perfect circle around him of pure avoidance. No one wanted to talk to the tragic heir of the Wayne's. One that still dresses in all black and doesn't talk more than a few words - one for greeting and another for whenever he excuses himself to leave.

You remember how his eyes lifted towards you and then just came down to his drink again. He avoided eye contact in the best way he could. He didn't want to be near anyone. He was forced to go to these events by Alfred, at least once in a few years. He didn't want to talk.

Your tone was nice. And so was your smile. And even though your presence was pleasant, Bruce never showed like he thought so. He stared blankly at you as you awaited a greeting back, which you did not get.