𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 tied the strings that connected your robe in the front and sighed. After the shower you had minutes prior, you felt relaxed as hell and ready to just sink into Bruce's bed with him spoiling you rotten. You walked out of the bathroom and was immediately met with the smell of Agarwood, food, and the faint smell of sex. You looked around and saw a few candles lit, along with food sitting on Bruce's large bed.

However, Bruce was nowhere to be seen. You looked around a bit but soon just shrugged and made your way to the bed, sitting on it and taking a plate of food into your lap. Croque Madames was the name of the food, it looked perfect and smelled mouth-watering. You've heard of the dish before and seeing it up close? Fucking wonderful. But seeing as you didn't want to eat before Bruce got into the room;

You just silently admired the food.

"If you want to eat you can, love. No need to wait for me." Bruce stated as he leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed and one leg crossed over the other. He had a sly smirk plastered on his face, and that maybe you arch a brow at his sudden dominance. "So you're back to being all collected and dominant? Because I could have sworn only minutes ago you were moaning like a little bitch."

Bruce's mouth fell agape as he stared at you with slightly widened eyes, never in a million years would he have expected you to say such a thing. His cheeks were red as hell and you could tell he didn't even know what to say as an response, you had that man completely lost for words.

Hah, serves him right. You proudly smirked, feeling quite accomplished after that. "Anyways, "

Bruce cleared cleared his throat, "do you like the food? I hope so. Alfred went through a lot trying to make that perfect for you, but he still seems quite fond of you. Why do you think your food always looks so well prepared and always has little stars or hearts drawn in sauce on the plates? Alfred sees you as his daughter I guess."

By the end of Bruce's little rant, he had sat himself on the bed and had grabbed a plate of his own. You thought about what Bruce said for a moment before smiling again.

"Alfred thinks of me as his daughter?" You squealed, smiling largely like a child given a carnival lollipop for the first time. You never thought Alfred would think so highly of you. You just assumed he thought of you as just a woman Bruce brought to the house, nothing more, nothing less.

Bruce grabbed your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. "I actually liked what happened. You being completely control and me being completely under your control.. did you like it? It sure did seem like you did" Bruce chuckled at the end of his sentence, half-joking about it.

Your eyes widened a bit but you soon just smiled, "Bruce Wayne being submissive? I could fuck and live with that. Also I'm assuming you've never been on the bottom before, hm?" Bruce immediately shook his head. "Well, before we do all of that. I need to understand something."

"Which is?" Bruce trailed off, waiting for the answer.

"I know we haven't exactly know each other for long, and we haven't really done anything together, and we quite literally don't even know what each other likes. But, are we dating? I mean, it's okay if you say no b-because like I said before we don't really kn-" Bruce had cut you off before you could continue your little rant, "Y/n yes, if you like, we are dating. And if you want to go on little dates and things like that to get to know each other more, we can do so. Just ask and you shall receive, my love."

By the end of his statement, your cheeks were flushed and you honestly couldn't believe you were with such a good man.

God I owe Mr. Sandman my life. He came in clutch. Bruce chuckled as he ran his fingers through his messy dark hair, seemingly attempting to tame it or get it out of his face. Maybe both. Suddenly a grin made its way to your face as you thought of the perfect date night.

"Bruce we can have a wine and paint night!" You excitedly exclaimed, basically bouncing as you held both of Bruce's hands in your smaller ones. Bruce knew how excited you were about the idea and he couldn't bring himself to say no, despite how bad he was at art.

"That sounds like a lovely night Y/n, we can do it in the.. oh! How about we do it in the greenhouse? It'll be cute and we could even try and paint some of the flowers and plants that's out there. The greenhouse has a roof so we won't have to worry about getting wet, unless you want to?"

You shook your head, your grin never faltering. "Doing it in the greenhouse would be much better, the sound of the rain hitting the window and just the overall aesthetic would be so good! When do you want to do it?" After a few seconds of thinking, Bruce spoke again. "After we finish eating this food, " and we can go get the things we need from the store, seeing as I don't have any art things here."

You nodded and looked down at the food, picking up a half of the extremely good-looking food.

It was a bit messy but you didn't mind, too hungry to actually pay attention to the mess. After only one bite you were hooked onto the delicious sandwich, "Remind me to have this at our wedding." The small comment wasn't supposed to really mean anything but Bruce took it to the fucking heart as soon as he heard those words slip past your lips.

'Our' wedding? She thinks we're going to get married?..

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