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TBP - Brance

Request by branceisbetter for angst and fluff.

I feel as though im still not that good at angst but I will try my best!
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Bruce heard that Vance had gotten into another fight. That the other guy had been sent to the hospital. That Vance had gotten pretty fucked up before running off.

Bruce had a pretty good feeling he knew what the fight was about but he so desperately hoped he was wrong.

He knew exactly where to find Vance, the same bathroom where they first met all those months ago. He seemed to have an emotional connection to that bathroom.

Bruce opened the door gently and peered in, finding Vance washing his bloody knuckles and staring at himself in the mirror.

He walked in, softly closing the door and locking it, and stood behind Vance. Vance moved his eyes to stare at Bruce for a minute before they went back to staring at himself.

Bruce swallowed nervously. Usually, Vance would've smiled or, at least, smirked when acknowledging him. Something about that other guy must've really upset him.

They stood in silence, the only noise filling the bathroom being the running water from the sink and their steady breathing.

"He called me a fag, Bruce..." Bruce felt himself take a deep breath, "Said it came as no surprise that I bend for you. That I let you walk over me and let you do... anything... to me." Bruce felt his heart drop.

No one was supposed to know about their relationship, it wasn't even a relationship yet. Vance had told him that he didn't know his feelings the way Bruce did. That he didn't know what he wanted and that he needed to think but that he didn't want to stop seeing Bruce.

How did someone find out?

Did they not hide well enough?

Bruce opened his mouth and had a struggle to speak, "W-... Who?" that was all he could manage.

Who had said those things to Vance?

Vance glared at him shortly before focusing on his hands again. It broke Bruce's heart to see the glare but he could tell it want necessarily directed at him.

"One of your baseball buddies... Arlo." Bruce felt his blood boil.

Arlo?

Arlo had nearly found them kissing under the bleachers once. Just once. He didn't actually see and they thought he just assumed they were friends talking during practice.

He said these things to Vance?

Vance roughly pulled at the paper towel dispenser, using more than he needed just because he needed to be mad at something. Something that wasn't Bruce.

Bruce didn't do anything to Vance, he didn't even know the fight happened until after Vance won. Vance knew it would be unfair to Bruce to be mad at him.

Vance wiped his hands with the rough paper, wincing at how it stung and scraped against his opened skin.

Bruce shook his head and grabbed Vance's wrists, taking the papers and throwing them away. He reached into his bag and pulled out bandages.

Vance leaned against the porcelain sink as Bruce began wrapping his knuckles.

Both felt a sense of calm and nostalgia wash over them as they looked back on the day they first started talking.