I Bet On Losing Dogs

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Bruce keeps his face emotionless as he waits for you. There are snaps of people taking pictures and laughter. You wrap your arm around his waist, grateful for the warmer fall evening. There are other people in the VIP parking, but you don't recognize them. They're busy in their own world as they head in. "There's Marshall and his family." His wife is beautiful. You tell from far away. She has an inverted triangle-shaped face with big blue eyes that you knew she had to possess and her blonde hair is whipped around by the wind. She is wearing something similar to you except her jeans are acid wash and you think she's wearing heels. You can't see them as she wraps her arm around Marshall's daughter.

You look over at Bruce who still looks grim. "You're not selling that we're happy to be here," You whisper. Bruce smirks, looking down at you. "I'm sorry." You kiss his stubbled cheek, resting your hand on his jaw. On this side of the parking lot, people aren't caring as much about the paparazzi. You realize you haven't seen much about celebrities at football games like basketball, counting your lucky stars. "Let's head in before it gets busy upstairs," Bruce says as a shuttle bus pulls into the parking lot.

You follow his lead as he fumbles with his phone, looking for the passes. The woman at the door takes her job seriously you guess as she stops the couple in front of you. It's an older couple decked out in the other team's jerseys and merch. "Tickets or passes. Please show them where I can see them. IDs for passes." They show their tickets and she snickers, rolling her eyes. "Enjoy your time."

The couple says quiet thank yous as Bruce steps forward. You expect her to change her tune seeing him, but she does her regular spiel. You wonder if there's a special entrance for VIPs as you look on the sides. You two have coasted so far with no one recognizing you. You see anxiety in Bruce's blue eyes, surprised he didn't shield them with his sunglasses. Bruce shows her the passes on her phone and his ID in his hand. You fumble for yours, unsure if it would even matter. The woman pauses, looking at his ID and then his face. "You know, you look more menacing in person than on TV." Bruce's jaw tightens as she lets you both through.

"Menacing..." Bruce mutters. You rub his back, laughing to yourself. He looks down at you, his brow furrowed. "How can I not be menacing?" You shrug, nuzzling into his chest as he heads to the VIP entrance. "Maybe smile and not frown so much." He tries to relax his face, rubbing his forehead with his free hand. Your eyes wander, people watching. It's interesting seeing the different people coming together for a sports team. You can't remember if the Knights were actually a good team or not. Maybe you remember your father bringing it up in passing, but can't remember specifics. You glance over and see a familiar face. You stop, holding on to Bruce's arm. He stops, looking back at you as you head to the concession stand. "I'm pretty sure they have their own stuff upstairs," Bruce says as he follows you. You tap the woman's shoulder, hoping you knew one of your high school best friends from a stranger in the crowd.

Kara turns around, confused until she sees your face. "(Y/N)?" She looks at you and then Bruce. She doesn't recognize him you realize as she still smiles a bit confused. "I didn't think you liked football," She says with a chuckle. A tall blonde man with a tan stands next to her, his hand firm on her waist. He however recognizes Bruce right away, his eyes almost bugging out of his head. "Babe, you know Bruce Wayne?" He almost shouts. Bruce shakes his hand quickly, putting his finger to his lips.

"We don't want a lot of attention to us down here," Bruce quickly explains, trying to stay friendly.

Kara narrows her eyes at Bruce, trying to figure him out before giving you a quick hug. "Well, I don't want to keep you too long then. I'm so happy to see you, (Y/N). It's been too long." You nod as you hug her back. She went to an Ivy League in Boston and never really came back to Gotham unless for a conference. You notice a shiny ring on her left finger. She also didn't post on social media often so this is new. You assume the blondie is her betrothed as she doesn't explain.