Bruce Wayne Oneshots

Better.

Word count: 1.1k

Synopsis: After a long night of sleep your mad at Bruce, his job starts to take up Bruce's time completely. He thinks you deserve better, causing him to wonder if your life will be better without him.

Warnings: Angst thats really it

Another night, just like always. You couldn't sleep without him at home. It's been two days, you were practically sleep-deprived. You kept tossing and turning wondering when he was going to come home. So many questions ran through your head. Was he dead? Is he hurt? Did the Riddler get to him? You had spent the last three days trying to contact him. But just like every time it gets ignored.

You gave up trying to sleep. You walked through the ashy door, making sure your foot didn't creek against the cold floor. You went to the kitchen and got a glass of ice-cold water. You knew it wasn't going to help you sleep, but you might as well try. You thought.

You walked out of the kitchen reminding myself to be still careful of making any noise. You went towards the kitchen and to your surprise. Alfred was there. He looked stunned to see you up at this time. "Can't sleep?" you said looking at his face. But something was different.

There wasn't a slight smile on his face like the other times you've interacted at this hour before. No. You saw the fear in his face. You tried to constrain your curiosity but it got the better of you. The fear got the better of you. "Did something happen to Bruce, Alfred?" you murmured.

But he just walked past you, ignoring the question. You grabbed his arm. Turning him around. "Alfred, please did something happen?" "No, Ms. Y/N, I promise you he's alright". But you could sense the lies. "Alfred you don't have to lie to me." He looked at you, with regret. But you knew deep down he wasn't going to tell you. He never does. Bruce always tells him what's going on. But you never end up knowing.

Alfred always gets a call back from Bruce. But what about you? He took your hand off of his arm. "He should be coming home soon Ms. Y/N. You should go back to bed." his voice was quivering. He knew you knew something was up. He passed right by you, disappearing through the darkness.

You wiped the tears you didn't notice had trickled down your cheek and started to head to bed. You finally started to doze off when You heard the door creek. You slightly moved your body back. The heavy footsteps became louder with each step he took. You knew it was him. You turned around. "Go back to bed Y/N".

You were filled with so much anger. You wanted to scream, You needed to shout at him so he could realize how much fear you had built inside you. All because of him. But you knew it wasn't the right time. You turned your back against him. You heard the shower turn on. He came out a couple of minutes later. Putting on a shirt groaning in pain. You felt the bed sink and an arm wrap around your waist, and finally after three days. You slept peacefully.

You woke up the next morning in an empty bed. You got out of bed and walked to open the door. As soon as your hand touched the ice-cold door knob he spoke. "How much longer can I put up with this Alfred?" "Put up with what Bruce?" Alfred questioned. "Her" Bruce mumbled.

Your heart dropped. You felt the tears fill my eyes. You opened the door. You stared at the both of them before passing by Bruce making sure you hit his shoulder. "Y/N, wait please!!" he yelled running after you. You felt his hand grab your arm. He stopped you in your tracks but you didn't look at him, you just couldn't.

"Y/N please look at me." you felt the agony stringing in his voice. But you didn't care. After a few minutes of you not turning around, he grabbed your face and forced you to look at him.

"Listen I promise I didn't mean it in a bad way." his voice softened, like he was close to crying. He kept going, "These last few weeks I've been coming home super late, and I know that's not out of the normal. But I disappear on you in the morning. You barely see me, and yes I know this is my fault. But every day when I drive back home it makes me wonder if your life would be better without me. I know I only respond to Alfred but that's to keep you from having any more stress. I-"

You interrupted him. "Are you serious Bruce?" you laughed. "You think that keeps me from having more stress?" "A text back is all I need Bruce, I am your wife. You don't think I deserve to know you're okay? Instead of having to wonder from Alfred's expressions." you cried. "You think I haven't cried myself to sleep every night you were gone this week not knowing if you were alive because Alfred wouldn't tell me anything? Do you have any idea of what this has done to me?" you finally broke down.

After bottling so much inside, you fell inside of his arms. "I'm so sorry Y/N." He whispered in your ear. "I'm so fucking sorry baby." He picked you up and sat down on the couch, placing you in his lap. He brushed your hair as you stayed silent. After having so much building up in you, you didn't know what to say. How ironic you thought.

You finally spoke again. " I need you to know, I'm in this for the long run. I do want to be with you. But I need you to put in effort as well. I need you to tell me you are okay. I need to know Bruce." you looked at his teary eyes and cupped his face.

"You are not a bad husband. I know being Batman is a serious thing. I know it will take up most of your time, and I'm okay with that. What I'm not okay with, is you only telling Alfred you're okay. I understand he needs to know but so do I Bruce. I won't be able to keep up with this any longer if I'm left in the darkness."

"I promise, I won't keep you in the dark anymore Y/N." you wiped the tear coming down his cheek, and finally, after days, your lips connected.