𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

𝐭𝐰𝐨

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 peeked into the room before completely opening the door and smiling when you realized it was his walk-in closet, excitement bubbled in your chest as you stepped into the closet and looked around "Wow.." you mumbled, eyes slightly wide with amazement as you look around the room. "There's so much in here damn.."

Your fingers grazed the hanging clothes as you continued to walk around, the towel that is carefully wrapped around your body almost dropped every now and then while you walked around the quite large closet.

The colors of all of the clothes ranged from black to white, rarely you'd see a different color. But not all of the time. It somewhat surprised you how many clothes he had but then again, what could you expect from a millionaire?

"How the hell am I supposed to choose one?" Your soft voice echoed throughout the room, giving you the chills.

Suddenly, a white button-up shirt caught your attention. A smirk made its way to your face as the thought of teasing Bruce when he comes home circled throughout your head, the idea caused you to giggle a bit.

You grabbed the button-up shirt and let the towel fall, you put on the shirt and it reached your mid-thigh but you knew if you even walked it'd show off your body.

You decided against wearing a bra and just slid on your panties that were laid out on the bed when you had come out of the bathroom earlier. You grabbed a pair of socks and put them on, you looked at yourself in the floor mirror and hummed in satisfaction at the sight "I look hot as fuck." You mumbled, enjoying the sight of yourself.

You walked out of the closet and back into the bedroom where a hot plate of food was still on the bed. You looked at the delicious-looking food and before you knew it you were sitting on the bed eating, zero remorse for the beautifully organized food, you just started eating without a second glance. Poor Alfred wanted it to look good for you.

After completing devouring the food, you grabbed the plate and walked out of the bedroom planning to find the kitchen and put the plate in the kitchen. How hard could it be?

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Not hard at all. Surprisingly you had managed to find the kitchen after a few minutes of wandering around the house. The kitchen was completely what you expected it to be, it was big and very beautiful. Most of the counters were marble along with a few glass cabinets and lots of dinnerware and silverware, it all looked straight out of a royal movie and you loved every second of being in it. The kitchen basically sparkled, that's how clean and tidy it was.

You walked to the sink and put the plate in it, you began washing your plate and not even a few minutes later you were done. You dried your hands off on a towel that was on the counter beside you and began walking around once again, soon you were in yet another hallway, but this time it led to two large doors that screamed dangerously.

Before you could even get close to the door arms snaked around your waist and pulled you into a hard chest, a surprised gasp left your mouth but before you could say anything a low and smooth voice spoke in your ear "Calm down, it's only me my love" Bruce chuckled, rubbing your waist.

He turned you around in his arms and placed a kiss on your forehead, your cheeks warmed at the sweet interaction "Did you get lost? I didn't expect to see you here."

The way he said 'here' was enough to tell you he didn't want you to go in or even near those two doors at the end of the hallway, you pushed back your feelings and sheepishly smiled.

"I wanted to go exploring y'know? Also, what is even in that room? Can I go in th-" "No." he interrupted, not allowing you to even finish your sentence.

Your eyebrows furrowed at the rude interruption "No? Why?" You questioned, wanting to know more about the room and why he seemingly hates it so damn much. But it seemed he didn't want to continue with the conversation seeing as he completely ignored your question and avoided the conversation. "Can you stay today? Please?"

His voice leaked desperation and need, causing a strange feeling to pool in your stomach. And maybe even your panties.

Either way, who could possibly pass on a chance to stay with the Bruce Wayne? No one should be able to say no. Well, that's what Bruce thought, he should have known you wouldn't be so easy to keep locked away and to himself. "No sorry... I have to get home, I'm sure my dog misses me."

Bruce's eyebrows furrowed as he looked away slightly in thought, what if she doesn't like me? I should buy her something.. or even offer her a ride? I can get her something to eat also. Yes. It's the perfect plan.

His eyes made their way back to you and those same dark eyes that were always frozen with anger and hate like on tv or in magazines were soft and caring. Butterflies began fluttering around in your stomach, something that you haven't felt since grade school when you had a crush.

"Y/n?"

"Yes?- wait, how do you know my name?"

You could tell Bruce was about to lie when he avoided eye contact with you. But you didn't voice your suspicions. Deciding to keep them for yourself instead of telling him.

"You told me last night." He quickly scooped you up into his arms as if you were a child but you didn't protest, you simply let him do it, the comforting feeling of both warmth and love bubbled within you and that was far too good to just interrupt. And Bruce definitely noticed.

"Since you wanna go home, can I take you home?" He questioned, looking down at you.

"Fine. But, not in one of those limos."

"Why?"

"Because it'll gain too much attention."

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