𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖆𝖙 𝕺𝖓𝖊-𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘 [√]

Fuck me(superbat)...(Part One)

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A/N if it wasn't obvious... this story just took a spicy turn.

Bruce hurried out of the building and to his car, he quickly hopped I'm and sped out of the parking lot of the restaurant.

'How dare he?' He thought to himself as he sped away from the asshole, who he called a boyfriend. He sped dangerously fast to his manor, he parked the car outside and stormed into the mansion slamming the door behind him.

"Is everything alright, Master Bruce?" Alfred asked, coming out of the living room with a cleaning cloth in hand.

"I'm fine, Alfred, Just Hal," Bruce sighed, headed towards the kitchen with Alfred close behind.

"What has he done this time?" Alfred asked, he had met Half a few times and didn't like him one bit.

Bruce sighed, taking a bottle of vodka out of the cabinet and pouring himself a drink.

"He called my scared disgusting," Bruce said, taking a drink. "He knows I hate my scars," Bruce said. Finishing his drink and pouring himself another one.

"I've told you to break up with him and just date Clark," Alfred said. It was obvious to everyone that they had more than friendly feelings toward each other.

"I want to but I don't want to ruin our friendship, he means more to me than that," Bruce said, reaching for the bottle again when a knock came at the door.

"I'll get it," Alfred said, leaving Bruce to himself.

He heard football prints going down the hall, a door opening then yelling. "Where is he?" He heard the voice of Hal and groaned. He heard multiple footsteps coming towards the kitchen and turned in time to see Hal enter.

"Why are you here?" Bruce asked.

"How could you embarrass me like that?" Half yelled, storming towards him.

This story belongs to @Alphalokison. No stealing; I will report you. I am tired of people stealing my work. 

"Me? Embarrass you? You went on for fifteen minutes about the X scar on my left arm and how much of a turn it was," Bruce yelled back at him, taking up his vodka bottle again, but Alfred took it before he could get to it, earning a glare.

"Because it is? Why do you think we haven't had sex? How am I supposed to keep it up if every time I touch your chest and back it's all scars?" Hal questioned and Bruce threw the glass at him.

'I'm a fucking superhero, Hal. It comes with the job," Bruce snarled at him.

"I'm a superhero, too, and you don't see me having that many scars," Half said, puffing out his chest and raising his chin as if to inspect it.

"Get out," Bruce growled at him, gripping the counter behind him.

"What?" Hal asked, shocked.

"I said, get out you asshole, and don't fucking come back, I'm done with you" Bruce snapped.

Hal scoffed and moved towards the door. "You'll be calling me soon." He said before exiting the kitchen and soon the front door slammed.

"I'm going to bed," Bruce said, leaving the kitchen, with his shoulders slumped.

"You know who to call," Alfred said to himself as Bruce disappeared from sight.

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Word count: 493

Re-published: May 4, 2024, 11:45 am

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