𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐨𝐧𝐞

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𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 raindrops continuously hit the tinted glass window of the limo, making the view through the window a bit blurry but nonetheless you can still see through it. "Bruce?"

"Yes?"

Although you aren't looking at him, you still know he's looking at you. "I like this.. this is nice. I feel complete with you, happy even. I really do appreciate all the things you do for me." Your voice was soft as you spoke, it was an whisper that almost went unheard. Confessing your feelings is something you don't do normally, but it feels nice to do it every now and then. I mean, it's only normal.

"I know you do Y/n, because I know you. I know what makes you happy and what makes you sad, even what you're afraid of and your pet peeves. We could be like Morticia and Gomez, god I love their relationship.."

Shrugging his words off as nothing but a joke to make you feel better, you turned and looked at him with a small smile on your face. "You always seem to know what makes me feel better- wait, I thought your parents didn't let you watch movies as a child?" He hummed in response to your question and rose a finger, as if he is scolding you.

"Smart girl, you listen quite well. But you aren't particularly wrong. Alfred would always sneak movies into the home and would let me watch them, and just so happens, my favorite was The Addam's Family. I loved that damn movie. I don't really like the newer ones though.. they completely ruined it when they started making the cartoons." He huffed like a child as he crossed his arms over his chest.

A smile made its way to your face at his words, finding his actions and attitude quite childish for a man of his age.

"Maybe they wanted to make it more kid friendly for the newer generations? Either way, I really do love Morticia and Gomez's relationship. Gomez's devotion for her is very romantic in its own way, their love is strong and I like it."

Bruce loves the way you can openly talk to him without lying at all, it lets him know you feel comfortable enough to say whatever comes to your mind around him.

At this point, the private jet the two of you are supposed to get on comes into view. It isn't small nor is it as big as a plane, but from what Bruce told you, it has a bed and a bathroom. Of course those things aren't as big as they would be in a normal home, but they're still usable and comfortable.

❛︎ T I M E S K I P ❜︎

Your eyes basically sparkled as you looked around the jet, everything in it looks clean and untouched. You've never been on a jet before, especially not a private one. So being able to be in one just because your rich boyfriend wants to go on a vacation is certainly something you can get used to.

Bruce wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest, "It's kind of late Y/n, you wanna just go to sleep? We'll be in the air for like 8 or 9 hours so we have time to waste.", you looked up at him and smiled. Enjoying his warm embrace that seemed to never falter even the slightest. "Of course I do and.. oh! we should watch the Addam's Family together." You grinned. Times like this is the reason why Bruce even bothers waking up in the morning.

"Whatever you want sweetheart." A mischievous smirk made its way to Bruce's face as he leaned down slightly and scooped you up into his arms with ease.

Heat rushed to your cheeks immediately as he picked you up. But to he safe, you held on to his shirt, hoping to god he doesn't drop you. However adding on to your nervousness, the jet began shaking and moving unsteadily. An obvious and quite terrifying sign of turbulence, something you don't enjoy.

"Bruce, aren't we supposed to be sitting down while we're in the air? L-Like I honestly feel like that's apart of the rules.." Fear was evident in your voice as you spoke. Something he definitely does not like hearing from you.

His smile faltered slightly, but he definitely didn't put you down. As he walked to the bedroom, he kept your body close to his. Hoping that'll calm you down a bit more. He pushed the curtain aside and stepped into a small room, the bed in it is really the only thing that's taking up all of its space.

He sat down on the bed with you on his lap and his hands gripping your thighs to keep you still. "Y/n are you scared of flying?" He asked seriously; concern evident on his cold but handsome features. You kept your gaze down, knowing if you looked at him you would surely want to tell him everything. Which is something you don't want to do.

"Y/n," Bruce tilted up your chin using his pointer finger and his middle finger. "Are you scared of flying?" For a moment, you felt the two of you getting lost in one another's gaze. Like in one of those cliché romance movies everyone loves.

Your gaze is soft and loving, while Bruce's is stern and possessive. Although, neither one of you seem to mind.

"I.. I just hate flying during thunderstorms because it freaks me out and everyone just calls me a big baby about it which is why I really didn't want to tell you about it b-but you did that weird staring thingy that you always do and now I am rambling to you which is probably annoying and I apologize."

Talking fast when you're nervous or scared is like a second nature to you, something that many people can't even understand sometimes. Is it a gift or a curse? Who knows.

But of course Bruce understood every damn word.

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