❝ 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦 . ❞ [ Batfam x reader headcanons & one-shots ]

a break | b. wayne, fluff

prompt: (Y/n) persuades her boss to take a needed break

warning: mild language

word count: 1.5k

pronouns: she/her

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second-person point of view. . .

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It would have taken someone less qualified and experienced weeks to pick up on all the signs. It had been subtle at first. He had begun asking you to repeat things and you had to start reminding him of important dates and deadlines and had yawned repeatedly during meetings. Unfortunately, the little things became bigger things. The bags under his eyes turned darker, he moved slower and had less patience. You voiced your concerns and he chalked it up to a migraine.

You knew better--you had always known better. Over the years you had worked by his side, you had honed the skill of reading him like a book with considerably legible font. It was far easier to pin him than he would like to think. But you had spent every weekday of the last five years meticulously planning a schedule that would best suit his tendencies, observing his personality, and tailoring your guidance techniques. 

Being his secretary was more than transferring calls and delivering memos, at least in your eyes. Over time, your responsibilities had evolved from merely office work to more personal matters. He trusted you to return calls he missed when he had been too preoccupied. He asked you to greet his sons in the lobby when they dropped by and accompany them to his office. You brought him coffee in the morning and ensured he took an allotted lunch break.

That was another tell-tale sign: he had started to skip lunch. This particular pattern of behavior led to consequences he himself could not anticipate until it was too late. You could recognize and anticipate the negative impacts of his poor choices. To an extent, it was not your place to comment on as his mere secretary, but you considered yourself just a step more than an employee.

Your worries came to a head on Friday at roughly nine-forty at night. You were working late, two and a half hours past the official closing time of the offices. The cleaning crew had gone and began their work, most other employees had gone home to be with their family or go out with good friends. You, on the other hand, had some filing to catch up on so you would not need to come in on the weekend.