Bruce Wayne Oneshots

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Word count: 2070

Synopsis: You and Bruce were vigilantes, One night, The Riddler got too close, you kept getting cards addressed to you, and you knew he was close to figuring out everything about you and Bruce. So you made the difficult choice to run away, faking your kidnapping so the riddler could get off both of your backs. Coming back to Gotham a year later, will Bruce forgive you?

Warnings: Angst and sad bruce. (crying)

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Bruce was on the other side of Gotham fighting dropheads when the yellow bat signal shined in the sky. He called asking if you could for go him, so you did. You arrived at the scene rolling your eyes when you saw Officer Martinez. He always had a thing against you. Martinez pushed you back "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Police action." Jim moved in front of you, "She's with me, officer" "Are you kidding me, sir? You're gonna let her in here?" You stayed silent, fighting the urge to lunge at him. "Martinez. Let her through." He moved to side, muttering "Goddamn freak" low enough for you to hear it.

You ignored it, walking towards the mayor's dead body. "What do we know?" you examined the body, realizing this is nothing like what you've seen before. Being brought out of your dissociation when Gordon spoke "Detective?" "Sorry, Lieutenant. We got blunt force trauma. Lacerations on the head. He got hit a lot of times, and hard."

"All this blood was from his head?" "No." The detective walks around bumping into you, you shoot him a glare. "Excuse me. Most of it's from his hand. Thumb was severed. Killer may have taken it as a trophy" You took a closer look at the womb before speaking "He was alive when it was cut off. Ecchymosis, around the wound." "Security detail upstairs said the family was out trick-or-treating. The Mayor was up here alone. Killer may have come through the skylight." "You said there was a card?" "Yeah."

The detective handed Gordan a card. He read it "From your secret friend: Whoo? Haven't a clue? Let's play a game, just me and you. What does a liar do when he's dead?". "There's a cipher, too." passing it to Gordon. Gordon looked at you "Does any of this mean anything to you?" You were about to speak when you were interrupted "What's goin' on here?" "I asked her to come, Pete." "This is a crime scene! It's Mitchell, for chrissakes! I got the press downstairs! You know, I cut you a lot of slack, Jim, 'cause we got history, but this is way over the line!" you turn to him.

"Wait. She's involved in this?" " No, she's not involved" "How do you know?! She's a goddamn vigilante! She could be a suspect! What are you doin' to me? We used to be partners!" "I'm just trying to find the connection, Pete!" After thinking to yourself you realize the answer interrupting both of them "He lies still." he glared at you "'Scuse me? "The riddle. "What does a liar do when he's dead? He lies still." he scoffed "Oh, Jesus This must be your favorite night of the year, huh, pal? Happy fuckin' Halloween." "I want her out of here now!" he walked out to attend the press, while you and Gordon walked past his son's room. "Yeah. Kid found him." you stared at the kid, reminding you of your husband. Your heart broke seeing this happen all over again.

"C'mon we gotta go." you look back up beginning to make your way out of the apartment. Walking to your motorcycle, a couple of blocks away from Pete and the press.

You turned on the engine thinking to yourself. Are you and Bruce making a difference? Are you both pushing yourself to the fullest? You left, coming home about half an hour later. Bruce was waiting for you in the garage and was already updated about everything. "How bad was it?" "Bad, kid found him." he looked down. You walked up to him hugging him tightly. "Do you think we're making a difference?" the sound of your voice being muffled against his sweater.

"I don't know anymore baby, it seems like the crime in Gotham has become worse." you lift your head away from his sweater, taking a step back before speaking. "I don't know what we can do anymore, but I know we have to try. I have to push myself." "Y/N, don't put too much on yourself. I don't need anything happening to you. Got it?" you stay silent. "I don't think I could live if anything happened to you." "Baby-" "I'm serious Y/N." putting his hands around your waist you look into his blue eyes, the face that showed so much but so little. Bruce had mastered feeling emotions other than rage years before he met you. Causing you always to wonder what he truly felt. You sat there looking at him before finally finding the right words to say.