You've started working for the Wayne Foundations and feel that maybe you can finally make a change in Gotham, but will your mysterious boss and his dark alter ego come in the way of your dream?
Part I: (1-29)
Part II: (31- 73)
Part III: (74 - on)
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A/N: hey... i feel my batman interest is coming back and wanna update more :") hopefullyyyyy.
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The sun, for once, graces you, filtering in from the window above. You snuggle closer to Bruce, wishing you could sleep for a little longer. His hand slips to your lower back, pushing you closer to him, a little sigh escaping his lips. You keep your eyes closed, chasing the last bits of sleep, but you can hear the footsteps outside the door. Sleep would have to come later. You wonder again how Bruce does it, as he doesn't move to alert you that he's also awake, a slight snore coming from him instead.
Alfred knocks twice before entering. He doesn't look at you two in the bed, only bringing in a tray of a tea kettle, a pitcher of water, and two cups. "Good morning. Happy Thanksgiving." He says it just loud enough to make Bruce stir, his arm pulling you entirely into him now as he turns away from the voice. "Nothing happy about this holiday," Bruce mumbles back, and you stifle a giggle.
"Of course, Master Wayne. You have one missed call from Lucius. He said it was important and to call as soon as you can." Bruce stiffens, exhaling hard through his nostrils.
"I'll call him," Bruce replies, quickly kissing your forehead before letting you go. "He didn't leave any details?" Bruce asks as he sits up, pushing his hair out of his face.
"No, he did not. It might be about tonight's dinner." Alfred says, facing the bed. "Ms. (L/N), you are free until about noon. The glam team will be here then." It's your turn to grumble, pulling the covers closer to you. "Do I need a whole glam team?" You ask, sleepiness making your words soft.
Bruce chuckles as he reaches for his phone. "Usually no, but think of it like you're preparing for battle."
"Like you do with Batman?" You retort, and he quickly pounces on you, his fingers finding your sides, tickling you. You yelp before giggles bubble out, your hands trying to find his hands to save yourself.
Alfred rolls his eyes, "Bruce, do not forget to contact Mr. Fox. Ah, breakfast will be donuts. Our kitchen is currently occupied." With that, he takes his leave, shutting the door.
As soon as the door clicks, Bruce leans down, his mouth finding your neck, suckling love marks on your supple skin. You squirm as his tickling calms. His hands sneak up your shirt, palming your breasts, your nipples surprisingly sensitive, peaking and hardening with his touch. "Bruce..." You whisper, your legs wrapping around his waist.
"We have time..." He says against your skin. You grimace, feeling the familiar cramping in your abdomen. "I..."
He stops, his blue eyes blazing. "I want you," He says softly, and you sit up, your hands cupping his face, stubble pricking your fingers.
"Not right now," You whisper, pecking him gently.
He sighs, and you worry you're disappointing him, but he pulls you into an embrace. "I want to stay for breakfast, but I'm worried about whatever Lucius has to say." He admits that his chin rests on your shoulder. You play with the ends of his hair and shrug. "It could just be about tonight. You are going against the people who are screwing you over." You twist a strand around your finger, listening to him breathe.
