00 : 59 // Justice League Fanfic

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"Princess Diana?" Mr. Alfred questioned as I stood at the gate. Obviously he wouldn't open like he normally did because well he was afraid of my mother as well and carried out her instructions.

"I'm sorry. You shouldn't be here. Your mother said...."

"I know what my mother said." I replied interrupting him. "See the thing is I really have to talk to Bruce, I won't be long, promise."

"I wish I could do something but I can't Princess Diana."

"See you can do something about it. You can let me in. My mother won't know, I promise!" I replied.

"Princess Diana, please. It's just four more days."

"See Mr. Alfred. I've always thought of you as a father figure and I know that you think of me...........like as your daughter and I thought we were friends..you know..." I tried talking into him so he would let me. He just doesn't give up easy.

"Princess Diana, please......"

"Oh for god's sake let her in." I could hear Bruce yell.

"But master Bruce..."

"Are you seriously not going to do what I say?" Bruce asked.

Mr. Alfred gave up, finally he opened the door and let me in. Bruce sat beside the fire escape. He had a laptop unscrewed and scrambled in pieces and was working on placing the pieces together.

"Did you drop that or something?" I asked.

"No, I was bored." He replied.

Bruce Wayne liked breaking a laptop and fixing it back when he was bored. Noted.

"Can we talk?" I asked.

"Sure."

"Maybe.....just the two of us?" I asked. Mr. Alfred got the hint and left the room to two of us.

"Were you seriously calling Alfred your father?" Bruce asked, his face had a troubled and mixed expression.

"I just wanted to get through the door."

"I sense major daddy issues." He replied with a smile. Why was he smiling.

"You disgust me." I said.

"So, yogurt date was fun with Clark?" Bruce asked. I nearly froze for a while. How did he know?

"It wasn't a date." I replied. "Were you stalking me?"

"Clark seemed to talk like it was. Or maybe he was just trying to get into my head. I guess it worked anyways." He said.

"Clark talked to that about you?"

That douche.

"He was talking to the guys. It's not my fault I have terrific ears."

"Wow that is just pathetic."

"My ears or Clark?" He asked 

"Both." I replied. 

"I'm sure you're not here about this, what's up?" 

"Well, I wanted to say sorry. Because of me, this all is happening. And my mom she just made things even more difficult. I just thought you never felt like talking to me again." I said.

Bruce got up from where he was sitting and stood in front of me.

"You have nothing to be sorry about. I was the one that kissed you in the first place." He said.

"Right.......about that..."

"Does that put us in a weird place? Like what are we supposed to be at the moment. I don't want us to be awkward." He asked.

"I don't know."

"Okay I'm going to honest here. Clark wasn't half of the reason why I kissed you that day. I did because I felt like it. But I don't know how you felt about it and I saw you react with the picture thing so I didn't think it was the best idea since we clearly don't share the mutual feeling. And I don't want you to feel obligated to do something or feel something because of that day. If anything were to ever between us I don't want it to be forced, I want it to just be there. Your feelings are your own to keep. And I don't want to make your mother mad, clearly she hates me. Plus you have a whole back and forth with Clark going on and we are teammates so I don't think all this is a good idea. Also how long have I been talking?"

"Fifty-nine seconds." Mr. Alfred said entering the room keeping the plate on the table and leaving again.

He was just as confused in this whole like I was.

And that was upsetting.

If only either of us was ready, this would've worked out but we weren't.

"So, friends?" I asked, not sure if that was the correct response.

"Friends." He replied.

"I'm sorry, once again." I said.

Bruce pulled me in for a hug.

"Please stop saying that."

"Sorry, I'll stop."

Bruce laughed.

"I hate that we have the timing so wrong." He replied.

"I know."

"Don't go back to Clark again okay? It would kill me." Bruce laughed. But I could find his honesty in there.

"That's the last time I'm eating yogurt with him." I said trying to let go, break the hug we had been going for a while.

"Stay a while." He says, pulling me back. 

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this is one fucked up chapter but not the end i still have so much to write b e a r with me lovely people.