THE JUST// Young Justice & DC One Shots | Young Justice x Reader {Completed}

Batman (BW) x Reader

"Welcome, Miss F/n L/n," Bruce Wayne, my father's business partner, said.

"Thank you. Your mansion is lovely," I said, after my dad elbowed me in the stomach.

"Thanks. Would you like some champagne?" Bruce asked.

"Please," I replied.

Truth to be told, Bruce was hot.

And by hot, I mean smoking.

Honestly.

At the tender age of twenty seven, I think I should be entitled to hunt for a suitable suitor.

I mean, Bruce's only three years older than me.

But, of course, Gotham's most popular bachelor hasn't really put any thought into settling down.

Oh well.

I danced with a few people, mostly gold diggers, through the night.

"May I have this dance?" Bruce asked in that oh-so-sexy deep voice of his.

"Of course," I replied, slipping my hand into his.

We danced.

It was great. His hand slipped into my waist like it was meant to be there.

"Well, Miss L/n, I don't normally ask this, but will you come to dinner on Friday with me?" Bruce asked.

"Is everyone here dripping with money?" I countered.

"I'll pick you up at seven," he said, smiling.

Aha, there it was.

His smiles were fake.

And I intend to find out why.

He came at exactly seven pm on Friday.

In a beautiful Ferrari.

It was a sparkly black, and had chrome finishing.

Gorgeous.

Almost as gorgeous as the person driving it.

"Love the car," I remarked, as I slipped into the passenger's seat.

"Me too," Bruce replied.

"Where are we eating?" I asked, as we pulled out of my long ass driveway.

"McDonald's," Bruce said, casually.

"Sounds good. Can we have Starbucks after?" I asked.

"I was kidding," Bruce said, his face incredulous.

"Damnit!" I yelled.

"We can still have Starbucks," Bruce said.

"Fab," I replied.

If you can't tell, I'm not a fancy person.

Of course, my bitch of a mother told me to wear a dress.

So, I wore the one I wore to the ball.

Reduce, reuse, recycle.

Bruce and I ate at a rich ass place that served portions the size of my finger.

My middle one.

Any way, we had a typical cliche rich person dinner, and then we went to Starbucks.

We walked into Starbucks, and everyone stared.

"We'd like a mocha latte, and a dragon cappuccino," Bruce said.

"Yyes sir!" A waitress stared at Bruce.

"You do realize he's on a date, right?" I asked.

She walked away.

All in all, I thought that Bruce was nice, but hiding something.

Something big.

And I intend to find out what it is.