BRUCE WAYNE X READER | IMAGINES

five minutes to midnight

SYNOPSIS: When Bruce doesn't come home for two days you begin to realize that loving both him and Batman demands a whole lot from you. Maybe even too much. But you could never let go of him, and neither could he.

WARNINGS: NO SPOILERS! angst, mentions of wounds, little bit of fluff ig

It's been two days. He hasn't come home in two days.

He always came back home, even if it was in the early hours of the next day's morning. He always came back to you.

But this time, Bruce has been gone for nearly 48 hours.

'I'll be back in a few hours, I promise,' he'd told you before he left, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head before he entered his Batmobile and drove away into the night.

Now, it's been way more than just a few hours and even though you were exhausted from all the worrying mixed with the extreme lack of sleep you simply couldn't rest. Staring outside the big windows of your shared bedroom down onto the slowly awakening city of Gotham, you one again dialled his number, listening to the beeps of the connecting phone call.

The recurring sound felt like an impending doom to you, each long beep boding the coming-closer of the eventual news of his death. It was literally driving you insane, yet you needed this and couldn't turn away from the pain of constant worry even when it was of no use to him, you, or anyone else for that matter.

'You have reached the voicemail of-,' the computer voice told you, and you ended the call right before you could hear the sound of his voice. You'd always immediately turned off your phone each time you heard the automatic voicemail before his voice would even begin to travel to your ear. Listening to it made you feel like that was all you had left of him, and you refused to accept what was, even if you knew that with Bruce's double life, having to live with the acceptance of his possible death was somehow inevitable.

So you sent him another text.

bruce where are you? pls call me back

And another.

I need to know if you're ok

And another.

Or just txt me

And another.

pls

A knock at your door pulled you out of your thoughts as Dory, your housekeeper, entered the room. "Good morning, Miss," she said as she walked in, "I actually came to wake you but I see you're already up."

You sent her an apologizing smile, turning around to face her as you watched her make the bed. "I'm sorry, I couldn't sleep."
"Don't worry, Miss. Mr Wayne still isn't back?" Dory asked as she observed the untouched side of your shared bed. "It's been a while, has he told you when he'd be back?"

You shook your head, moving to help her with the pillows. "No, but it'll be soon, I'm sure," you reassured her. Seeing how you were doing her job, Dory gently slapped your hands away from the bedding, silently warning you in an almost grandmotherly way. You gave her another apologizing smile.

"He told me he doesn't know how long it'll take," you lied. "Thank you, Dory." Giving her one more smile, you turned on your heels and left the room to search for Alfred.

You walked down the wide stairs into the big hall where you discovered him sitting at the large, round table, working on some papers that you'd seen on Bruce's desk the other day.

"Good morning, Y/N," he said politely as he watched you approach him.

Despite his attempting cheerful manner, you knew he was just as worried. The look on his face gave it all away. He didn't know where Bruce was either. Still, you needed to ask about him.