𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞

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"𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈 play Queen Tings by Masego." Following Bruce's request, the song began playing though out the house. Bruce would be lying if he said Queen Tings isn't his favorite song, because it is. Well, maybe his favorite(?). He likes the song solely because it shows how he feels about you, you are his queen after all. But even though you are his queen, Bruce hates the fact you were even with Joker.

He knew he hated Joker but now that he knows what Joker did to you? Bruce hates him even more. "Master Bruce, Lady Y/n.. needs you." Bruce turned around and saw how concerned Alfred looked.

Bruce furrowed his brows together in confusion at the distressed Alfred, Bruce has never seen Alfred so concerned and or scared for someone else other than himself and he couldn't help but feen concerned also. "Alfred what is wrong? Is.. Is something wrong with Y/n?"

Alfred nodded his head, trying to compose himself.

"Where is she?" Alfred was quick to answer, "She is in your bedroom, hurry Master Bruce. It's a panic attack."

Bruce eyes widened slightly and he hurriedly rushed to his bedroom, he didn't waste a second trying to get to you. Millions of scenarios were rushing through his mind as he made his way to where you were. Once he reached the room he went to open the door but soon realized it was locked, "Y-Y/n, baby, please open the door.." his words were laced with fear and concern as he jiggled the doorknob.

Just from the soft whimpers and cries that leaked out of the room like liquid, he knew you were in pain.

Whether it was physical or mental, he heard the pain in each cry that came from you.

After a minute or two of Bruce standing there frantically jiggling the doorknob, the door finally opened. You stood in the doorway, face wet from crying and maybe sweating, eyes red and puffy from crying also, cheeks red and tear stained, your whole body was shaking, indicating how frightened you were. The sight alone broke Bruce's heart.

Bruce quickly began bombarding you with questions, "A-Are you okay? What happened? Was it a nightmare? Are you hurt? Did someon-" but finally, he stopped. But brought up a question that neither of you wanted the answer to nor wanted to answer. "Was it him?.." You didn't know why or how Bruce knew of your relationship with Jack, but you were in no position to question it. And for the second time that morning, thoughts of Jack flooded into your mind.

And what did that cause? Another heavy flow of tears.

But Bruce was more than happy to comfort you this time.

❛︎ T I M E S K I P ❜︎

Heavy rain and thunder could be heard outside, and strangely that brought you all the more comfort. Everyone around you has always called you crazy because of the comfort you got from thunderstorms and rainstorms but you have never minded, you love it when it rains.

Especially the smell of a forest or the morning after it rains. And that was exactly what you were smelling in that exact moment, and you wouldn't have had it any other way.

Why? Well, you were in the arms of a billionaire while he comforted you and soothed you until you felt completely relaxed. It was only thirty(30) minutes ago when you were crying your eyes out, but as soon as Bruce had laid down with you in his arms. You instantly felt better.

You didn't know if it was a bad thing that he could make you feel better so quickly but in that moment you were not complaining at all. Your crying had died down to small sniffles and hiccups here and there, which was way better than hysterically crying because of memories of your abusive ex.

"Are you okay now?" Bruce questioned, tilting your head up to meet his concerned gaze. You timidly nodded, trying your hardest to avoid the gaze of Bruce.

"When I ask a question, you respond with your words. Not just a head shake, darling." Bruce's voice was demanding but soft, making you feel as if a thousand butterflies erupted in your stomach. And something in you felt oddly turned on by the way he talked to you. "I-I'm sorry.." Bruce chuckled and placed a soft and playful kiss to your still slightly reddened nose, "No need to apologize. Just know how to respond better next time, my love."

You should never have to apologize to me Y/n, you are far too perfect to have to apologize to anyone in that matter. And I hate the fact you were even crying because of that fucker Joker.

You mumbled a quick and quiet 'okay' before shoving your face back into his man tits. (Once again, I'm sorry and that was all I could think of.) Bruce could noticed that you inhaled quite a bit and chuckled, "Y/n what is up with you and smelling my chest?" You rolled your eyes ━︎ the best you could while you were face planted in Bruce's chest ━︎ and responded with, "Because you smell good and have huge tits."

What?.

❛︎ T I M E S K I P ❜︎

You remember how you were crying not too long ago? Well after you commented on Bruce's tits, he started whining about how his chest was too big and it was weird for a man's chest to be that big to the point he needed a bra.

Well, he didn't say all of that but he technically did.

All you could do was sit there and watch as a shirtless and basically pants-less Bruce looked at himself in his floor mirror whilst complaining nonstop about how 'fat' his chest looked. The whole situation was hilarious but you were fighting for your life trying not to laugh so you wouldn't laugh at him and make him all the more upset.

"Oh my god Bruce just give it a rest."

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