𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

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𝐀 tired groan passed your lips as you were pulled out of your sweet, sweet dreams of nothing but (favorite thing/person). You squinted a bit to protect your eyes from the sun that glared at you through the small windows in the room.

You sat up whilst you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. The grey blankets that previously covered you fell down when you sat up, now giving you a view of just some of the things Bruce did. Some dark hickeys were around your neck and shoulders area, and a trail of them lead between your breast and lead further down underneath the blanket.

'God, this man really wanted to show what is his..'

Soon enough, the sound of soft snores came from the side of you, bringing you out of your thoughts. You looked down beside you and there in all of his glory, was Bruce.

He was laying on his stomach with a pillow trapped under his arm. His bare back was showing, giving you yet another view of the scars that were there. Most of them looked pretty old and already fully healed, while a few others looked relatively recent. But not as recent as a month or fewer. The only way you could tell was because your doctor of a mother.

Your fingers lightly grazed the scars. And quite unexpectedly, they were smooth to the touch. Void of any unhealed scabs or the such. "How did you get these?" You whispered to yourself as you stared at the many scars along his back.

You could vividly remember Bruce's words when you had asked him about the scars before.

He was acting weird and changed the conversation as quickly as you had brought it up. But now that you actually thought about it all, you didn't know much about him. Some of the things you did was only things that you found out from the various news channels and talkshows that he was on.

Your eyes casted down as your eyebrows furrowed. 'Everything has been so.. unbelievable. I haven't spoken to my friends and family for a while, I barely even spend time with my dog, and I don't even know where most of my personal things are like cards and keys!' The more you thought about the situation, the more you began to realize just how distracting Bruce can be. He had managed to keep you away from the rest of the world.

The only other people you had spoken to was Clark and Alfred. And it seems they were the only ones Bruce allowed you to talk to, strangely enough. All of it was strange.

While you were busy trapped in your thoughts, Bruce had awoken. He noticed your deep state and took note of your hard stare and furrowed eyebrows. It honestly concerned him slightly. "My love, are you alright? You seem troubled."

'When the hell did he wake up?,' Eyes widening slightly, you met Bruce's concerned stare. He was still lying on his stomach, but instead of his head resting on the pillow, it was tilted upwards towards you with the pillow still under his arms in a tight grasp. 'and how did I not notice earlier?..'

But before you could even think to talk to him about what was indeed troubling you, your breath got stuck in your throat at the sight of him. God did he look ethereal..

His black hair was messy instead of its usual gelled back look, his eyes were hooded and as dark as ever, and looking further down just a bit, you could see some dark hickeys around his neck area and you immediately knew you had made them. No doubt in your mind that you didn't.