Gotham X Reader One Shots

Bruce Wayne

I grab my lunch bag off the table, tossing away my trash. All the girls gather together in a large group, as always shutting me out. The group of idiot boys gather together, nudging each other. "Hey Y/N!" Sam yells. Ignoring them, I continue strolling to the door. "Nice eyes!" He says as all of his cronies laugh. I was born with two color eyes, one brown one green. Everybody thinks I'm some sort of freak, that I have a serious disease. Really I'm just like everyone else.

Outside during our break, I sit on the marble bench, in the court yard. The wind chill shivers through my spine. The girls laugh by the fountain, scoping out the boys. Stupid girls, all they care about is boys. I wish I had a book or something to do, but I just sit there scanning the view. About a few yard across from me, a boy sits on the bench. A boy that I haven't seen in a while. Bruce Wayne.

Bruce and I never really had any classes together, but you could say I have a crush on him. All the other kids think he's a stuck up, rich snob, but he just doesn't seem like it. Plus he parents were killed in front of him a while ago, that's why he hasn't been present in class. Bruce notices my staring, getting up and approaching me.

He plops down on the bench, hands in his jacket pockets. "Hello." In a way I'm a bit surprised. "Hey." He studies me like he's trying to remember something, "Your Y/N right?" How does he know that? "Yes, I'm surprised you knew that." He looks into the distance. "I remember most people, we had English together, that I remember." I laugh, remembering an embarrassing moment.

"Yeah, I had to sing that song we were studying." I'm not sure why, but our English teacher liked to study the meaning of songs. "I don't know why your embarrassed about it. It was beautiful." My cheeks flush pink. "Thanks." The wind picks up a bit, I shiver rubbing my arms. "You cold?" I nod. Bruce unzips his coat, and wraps it around my shoulders.

"Your not like they say." He looks up at me. "Neither are you." I remember my freak show eyes, and how weird he must think they are. "Your eyes, they're beautiful." I see him staring in my eyes when he said it. Bruce Wayne, the boy I've always admired, likes something about me. "Bruce!" I see an older British man holler to Bruce. "Hey Y/N, wanna come for dinner?" Bruce asks. "I'd love to."

A/N Let me know if u want me to turn any of these into actual stories :)