You wiped the tears away from laughing with Bruce. He stood up, still laughing slightly.
"I haven't laughed.. that hard.. since we were kids," he said. You chuckled, "Ditto."
Alfred, who was smiling warmly, turned off the speakers since the song was coming to an end. "I'm glad the two of you had fun," the butler said, "I know you needed it."
Bruce nodded in gratitude to Alfred, then he noticed your shirt. [ It's about time he did. XD]
"Nice shirt," he said, "Did you pick it out?" Bruce was smirking slightly.
You shook your head and looked down, "Alfred picked it out actually."
Bruce arched his eyebrow, "Aren't you old enough to pick out your own clothes out, (Y/N)?"
You gestured to your shoulder, " Alfred was trying to be helpful due to my unfortunate injury. You could cut him some slack."
Bruce's expression turned cold, "Let me guess, he dresses you too?"
Alfred stepped in between you two, "Yes, but there is no need to take it out on her. She did nothing wrong."
Bruce glared and went to hit Alfred in a fit of anger, but you reached out and grabbed his wrist before he could.
You winced, because the hand you grabbed him with was attatched to your bad shoulder. The wound opened up again when you went to protect Alfred.
"Bruce..." you said, trying to play off your pain, "Don't do anything you'll regret."
His expression softened as he looked at your shoulder. " Follow me," he said, "I'll bandage you up again.. you don't want an infection."
>Timeskip brought to you by this<
Bruce had just finished bandaging you again. He leaned forward in the chair he was sitting in, resting his elbows on his knees. You walked over and sat on his lap like you did during your childhood. "(Y/N)?" he said, wrapping his arms around your waist, "I... um.."
You arched your eyebrow, looking at him with curiosity.
Bruce took a deep breath and looked you in the eyes, " I.. have.. a deep.. emotional attachment.. to you.."
You chuckled and smiled, "I have a deep emotional attachment to you too."