《Bat Boys X Reader One-Shots》

If You Can't Beat Them (Bruce Wayne) Part 1

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns, Blood, Cursing, Angst (ofc), Overprotective Bruce, Borderline Yandere!Bruce, Reference to Young Justice but no spoilers

Twenty Three months have passed since I had left Bruce. My life hadn't gotten better, but at least it hadn't continued on its steady decline. I left him with a letter explaining how if I lived my life waiting for him to get better that I would become just as ill as he is. It's just simply not my job to fix him.

It should've been over after that, but I began to notice something change. Over the course of these past two years I've been increasingly feeling like I'm being watched. I ignore it, but it's becoming more difficult as of late. I feel eyes on me while I do everything now. I suspect it's Bruce, but I refuse to call him out on it. My hope was that he would give up after he realized that I had moved on from him. However, it seems that I've only assured him that I'm completely unaware of his new hobby.

I've accrued a plan for his reveal, but it's at great risk to me. Which is kind of the point, but I hoped I wouldn't have to in the first place.

This morning I woke up with that same discomfort of his eyes watching me. I went about my business, and prepared breakfast for myself. I ate it, and observed the Gotham news all while trying to ignore his gaze. I've never been sure where he was watching from, but I was just sure that he was watching me.

I didn't bother with makeup, and I didn't bother with getting dressed out of my pajamas. I was furious at his need to spy on me, and I put my slippers on. I tied my robe around my waist tighter, and I made my way to the building's stairwell.

I felt his gaze in the hallways, but in the stairwell I noticed that I felt alone. I slowly ascended the stairs, and the air got colder the higher up I went.

"Stupid bastard." I huffed, talking to no one in particular.

Continuing in my rage I stomped up ten flights of stairs. Once I reached the top I flung the door open to the roof, and stomped out on the asphalt slabs covering the top. There was a small cement divider that prevented someone from rolling off the roof, but it was easy to step over.

I steeled myself and stepped onto the edge. Fully confident that Bruce was watching, I let myself fall toward the sidewalk. The wind whipped around my hair, and I felt fear for only a moment before something slammed into my right side. The air was knocked out of me, but soon enough I was landing on the roof of the building next to mine.

"What were you thinking?!" Bruce yelled at me from behind his mask.

"Get your hands off of me!" I yelled back and pushed him away from me. He didn't resist, but he made sure to put himself between the edge of the roof and I, "What am I thinking?! Don't you mean what are you thinking?!" I jabbed a finger into his Teflon chest, "You've been spying on me like a lowlife stalker for the past year and a half, and you have the audacity to ask me what I'm thinking?!"

I walked away from him, and paced in a circle.

"I don't know what you're–" He tried to rebut.

"No! I'm not taking your bullshit right now! You know full well what you've been doing to me!" I said, "You won't leave me alone! I can't stop wondering and thinking about why you watch me! I can't move on with you never leaving me alone!"

I could feel angry tears slip past my eyes.

"I-I never meant–" He tried.

"Of course. You never mean shit." I said, and walked through the door to the stairwell. I slammed the door, and hoped that Bruce had gotten the message to leave me alone.