Gotham Imagines

Bruce Wayne #1

You ran and ran through the trees not daring to stop and look back. You'd been running for so long that your feet were covered in blisters. The rain had soaked through your clothes and made your hair stick to your back. Eventually you came out of the woods only to realise that you had run so far that you were in front of the entrance to Wayne Manor. Knowing that posh rich people wouldn't want a homeless, bloody girl knocking on their door in the middle of the night, you cautiously walked up to the door and lay on the doorstep. You curled up in a ball and tried to sleep, something that you hadn't done for the past week. Suddenly the light above you on the doorstep lit up and the door creaked open causing you to jump up in panic.

"Well what do we have 'ere then?" the man you recognised as Bruce Wayne's guardian and butler asked.

"I'm so sorry Sir, I somehow ended up here and I didn't want to disturb you so I just needed a little shelter for the night," you mumbled.

"I suppose that's not a problem then. But only for tonight alright?" Alfred told you rather than asked.

"Of course Sir, again I apologise."

He began to shut the door and you sat back down on the step.

"Alfred, don't shut the door on her. Let the poor girl in, it's raining outside," you heard Bruce Wayne say from inside.

"But Master Bruce..."

"No but's Alfred, open the door."

The door opened again and there stood Bruce Wayne looking like a knight in shining armour to you. He held out his hand for you to grab and you cautiously placed your small hand in his rather large ones for a young boy.

"Come on in and we'll get you all cleaned up," he smiled while looking at the cuts on your face.

He pulled you up and let you into his huge and beautiful house. You looked around in awe.

"Your house is beautiful," you blurted.

"Thank you. I tried to keep it looking the same even after my parents died."

He led you through to the living room and asked Alfred to get you a towel, spare clothes and the first aid kit.

"Here, sit on the couch," he offered.

You shook your head, "I couldn't, I'm soaking wet and I would wet your couch."

He smiled, "And then it will dry so please sit."

Alfred came back down and passed you a towel before putting spare clothes next to you on the sofa. He passed Bruce the first aid kit and Brice moved to sit by you. He began cleaning your wounds on your face and you tried not to flinch.

"So what's a beautiful girl like you doing in the streets?" Bruce asked.

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks.

"I ran away from home a week ago. Couldn't deal with my alcoholic father for any longer," you admitted.

"So what are these cuts from?"

"Nosy one aren't you?" you chuckled.

"Sorry, you don't have to answer," Bruce quickly replied.

"No it's okay. I found a doorstep to sleep on but It turns out that was already someone's spot. But being new I didn't know that."

"So they beat you up for that?" Bruce asked rather angrily.

You nodded, not really wanting to speak about it anymore.

"Well you're always welcome here until you can find a place to stay. It's so unfortunate that you have to live like this...," he waited for your name.

"Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N," you smiled.

"It's nice to meet you Y/N," he held out his hand for you to shake.

"You too Bruce."

You shook his hand and you both lingered there for a while holding each others hands and looking into each others eyes. It felt for some weird reason like you had known him for so much longer than 2 minutes.

Alfred coughed and you and Bruce pulled your hands back as if you had been caught doing something you shouldn't have.

"I've just brought some blankets down for the young lady unless you'd prefer her sleeping in your room tonight," Alfred joked but his expression sounded very accusing.

You blushed and looked down at your hands and Bruce went red.

"I'll see you in the morning Y/N. Goodnight," Brice mumbled sounding embarrassed before walking out of the room.

You noticed there was food, blankets and a towel with spare clothes on the table for you.

Without thinking you jumped up and hugged Alfred.

He seemed shocked as you pulled away to have tears down your face.

"I'm sorry. Its just,I'm so grateful. Thank you. No-one has ever been so kind to me," you admitted.

Alfred smiled at you. A real smile.

"No-one should have to suffer such hardship in life. Like Bruce said you're always welcome here," he smirked.

"Were you listening to mine and Bruce's conversation?" You asked.

"Of course I was. I am his guardian after all. Also I was checking nothing happened between you two as Bruce seems to have a liking for the girls with rough edges."

You giggled.

"Goodnight Miss, I'll see you in the morning. But I don't want any funny business while I'm asleep OK?"

You didn't even get to say anything back about how you and Bruce had just met and nothing was going to happen as Alfred ran out leaving you to the most luxurious night you'd had in a long time.

A/N I noticed at the end that this is kinda more Alfred talking about Bruce but I think its kinda cute anyway... 💗