𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 playfully smacked Bruce's chest, "I am not goofy!" Bruce couldn't help but chuckle at your childish pout. He wasn't lying when he said you were goofy, because you were. But that's what he loves about you, how you weren't a stuck-up, and bitchy princess like the other women he's either been with or talked to. However, you are the only one he's made love to. And he's proud of that. "Yes you are, my love"

God she's so beautiful.. how can one be so beautiful?
Like a goddess, Aphrodite maybe? Yep. Aphrodite.

"Bruce are you listening?"

Your voice brought Bruce out of his thoughts, "What did you say? Sorry I wasn't paying attention", you rolled your eyes and put your hand in Bruce's slightly larger one. "I don't think I've ever told you I love you even though you're obviously head over heels for me, not trying to be cocky or anything. Even after you've.. fingered, me. I still never said I love you, does that make me a bad person?.."

Bruce could tell how serious you were about the topic and he decided against turning it into a joke. He squeezed your hand comfortingly and smiled softly, "there is nothing wrong with that. Whenever you are ready to say that, you can say it. I just know I'd say it over a hundred times a day,"

Your cheeks warmed at how gentle and patient Bruce was being with you and you couldn't help but feel as if he truly loved you. After your previous relationship with Jack. Other know as The Joker in the mafia business, you haven't been able to really date anyone.

Your mind strayed back to all of those times Jack would be loving and caring then abusing and toxic under the span of ten seconds. Deep down you knew Bruce would never treat you terribly but it was always this nagging feeling of fear that he would, and that is what's stopping you from opening up to him.

She doesn't love me?..

No.

She has to. There's no way she doesn't. I am Bruce fucking Wayne, she has no choice but to lo-

"B-Bruce you're hurting me.." Bruce was snapped out of his racing thoughts by your soft and quiet voice, which was laced with fear and pain. His eyes widened as he looked down and saw how strong his grip was on your thigh, once he took his hand off your thigh he saw how it left a bruise.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart! I-I was just so lost in thought and I had gotten a-annoyed, I didn't realize what I was doing I swear." You could tell Bruce truly didn't mean it and that's simply because of how he began handing you as if you were a baby. His hands were even shaking, Bruce was generally concerned.

"Bruce I'm fine, i-it just surprised me that's all. I know you didn't mean to" Bruce sighed in relied, he was glad you didn't hate him for his mistake. "I'm just relieved you don't hate me, just know I love you. Okay?"

You nodded, not even knowing what to say to him.

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"Jasper why the hell are you so weird?" You said, giggling. Currently Jasper was running around the room chasing literally nothing in particular. He was barking and jumping while continuously going in circles, to you it was fucking hilarious. However, you couldn't quite understand how or why Bruce compared you to the dog.

Even though you were having quite a bit of fun with Jasper, your mind still continuously strayed back to the bruise Bruce left on your thigh. You knew he didn't try to do it but what the hell was he thinking about that made him so agitated?

But speaking of Bruce,
I wonder what all he has in this room..

You looked around the room and a few things in particular caught your attention, one was a Nintendo switch and a few other things were new iPads and iPhones(still in the boxes). "Why the hell does he need so many of these things?.. Jesus, rich people are always buying unnecessary things.." you mumbled, looking at all of the expensive things.

Suddenly the sound of an all too familiar chuckle caught your attention, "So now you hate rich people?", you playfully rolled your eyes until your eyes landed on the food in Bruce's hands. Your mouth watered and your stomach embarrassingly growled, blood rushed to your cheeks as you quickly put your hand over your stomach in hopes of silencing it.

"Don't silence your hunger, my love. After all, I did make this for you." Bruce sat the food down in front of you and soon took his seat across from you and the plates, two of the plates had some delicious looking.. something.

You truly didn't even know what it was but it did look good.

Oh, and two other plates had some type of chocolate kitten-shaped cake on them. Even though the dinner-looking food was enticing, the dessert looked much more delicious.

"Remind me to ask Alfred for the recipe for this, this looks very fun to make." "What? Alfred? Um, Mrs. Wayne I can assure you I made this on my own."

M-Mrs. Wayne?..
The Bruce Wayne called me Mrs. Wayne!?

Even after staying with Bruce for like a day or two, you still couldn't get over the fact he actually.. loved you. And him calling you Mrs. Wayne? Well, that only made everything 10x worse. However, Bruce didn't seem to even care that he called you Mrs. Wayne. He looked completely unfazed by it, if anything, he looked fucking glad he called you that. Bruce noticed how red your cheeks had gotten in under the span of a few seconds and it made him chuckle.

Was it because of the name? Aww, my girl is embarrassed~

"What are you laughing at?" You questioned, arching a brow at the grinning male that was sitting in front of you.

"Just thinking about how cute yo-"

"Master Bruce, Clark is at the door."

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