Young Justice X reader (one shots)

Cheater Bruce x Wife Reader

It felt as if the golden wedding band around your finger was irrelevant. The happiest day of your life became more like a nightmare that lingered on your mind as if it was a fresh memory.
Bruce once again left the manor without saying a word to you, his mysterious aura no longer attractive but worrying as he slipped out of the manor at ridiculously late hours and came back smelling of liquor and in a buzzing mood.
Often times you lay in bed facing away from the door and heard him enter, the light from the hallway flooding into the bedroom a little to reveal your body under the silk sheets. Sometimes he lay next to you and sometimes he didn't even enter the bedroom.
"Where'd dad go?" Tim asked as you took another sip of wine, you looked at him and shrugged twirling the rose red liquid within the glass and chugging the rest of the alcoholic beverage.
The look in Tim's eyes was the same as yours... It was the face of knowing the truth, the fact that he knew made the situation more unbearable... You wouldn't allow yourself to break down however. You just bit the inside of your cheek and averted his gaze, his stare becoming uncomfortable.
"He went out again didn't he?" Tim asked gritting his teeth, jaw clenched as he stepped into the room from the door way. You nodded and swirled the crimson liquid within your glass taking a sip shortly after.
"Surprised? Well don't be because I'm gonna need your help with something." You stated bluntly before putting down the now empty glass and standing up. Tim, ever so cautiously, made his way over to you, his face lot up with curiosity as you allowed him to take your seat which he rejected preferring to stand.
"Help? You mean-"
"Yes! Were going out to figure out what the good ole batman is doing." You grumbled brushing past him on your easy out of the warm yet bitter room. Tim followed suit, almost struggling to keep up with you, your long strides causing most struggles to keep up. You paid him no heed as you walked past a slightly concerned and even stopped you.
"Mrs Wayne-"
"Miss (L/N) will do Alfred... I'm going to find bruce and to figure out if the dark knight has more secrets." You snapped a little, feeling a bit guilty as he had done nothing to wrong you. He even looked a little surprised by your accusation.
"Come on Alf! You have a feeling too don't you?" Tim asked backing up your statement as he took his coat off of the coat rak and slipped it on slowly, hold strong eye contact with Alfred who looked to his feet quilting all of a sudden.
"What? what's happened?" You asked trying to pry the information from him, Alfred wasn't hard to break under yours and Tims pressure as he slipped his slim rimmed glasses off of his face and rubbed his eyes.
"Master Bruce is... he... he's been having an affair with Mrs Walker."
"THE FUCKING SECRETARY?! ARE YOU KIDDING?!I SWEAR SHE'S MARRIED!"You roared going red, you were expecting this in an odd way. She was always at Bruce's hips, with her tiny waist huge breasts, long flowing locks of golden hair and a pretty face. You felt as if this was more the time for revenge now that you knew... more a time to also have a little fun of your own.
"Tim... call Clark... I need to talk to him for a minute." You mumbled softly, your tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, the plan your mind was forming was sloppy but wold give Bruce the idea of knowing. The idea you wouldn't be fooled with by a little boy with money, but something inside of you still felt as if you love him. Like he was almost irreplaceable in every aspect.
"He's on the phone." Tim said startling you from you slight trance, hesitant you grabbed the phone, seeing Clark's ID photo. Then seeing Bruce with his arm around him both of them smiling, happy as you took the photo. You still remember every second of it. You were in LA on a beach chilling out and you took the photo. That was before everything just collapsed into a black mist.
"(F/N)? Tim told me everything. Are you ok?" Clark asked frantically, he sounded as if he was running... maybe to you or just his average jog. You remained silent unable to speak. It was like Bruce had frozen your tongue and lodged all words you had down your throat. You loved the man dearly but his actions were unforgivable.
"Let us leave Mrs- I mean...Miss (L/N) to talk." Alfred said as he lead Tim away into another room, Tim just looked back at you just as distraught as you were about his dad. Not that you could act surprised about his mood. Like he wanted to rip his dads throat out.
"Can you meet me outside the Manor gates please? I'm sick of this house!" You grumbled walking outside forgetting about shoes, you crept across the gravel to some grass where you made your way. This was your home... this was where you and Bruce formed a bond of love and passion and romance but he must have wanted more. He must have wanted just a woman with no values.
"God (F/N) he has some fucking nerve! I hope he knows you got the last laugh." Clark growled down the phone still running, you allowed him to rant, you should have trusted Clark when he said Bruce has playboy tendencies. You hoped he wouldn't relive them seeming you changed him so much after his parents. You were the reason he didn't turn his back on society and the reason he was still fucking breathing.

"I'm at the gates... Just... just if Bruce gets home which I doubt don't do anything rash! Ok?" You mumbled sternly down the mobile. Clark grunted reluctantly as you spoke to him, but you didn't want Bruce dead as Clark would have blood on his hands.

"(F/N)? It's cold what are you doing?"

You almost died... you felt anger and tears swell as a sickeningly familiar voice called out to you. Staying frozen on the spot you gulped hanging up the phone, Bruce made his way towards you, his suit a bit roughed up fitting his hair which he made the situation turn almost instantly.

"You lying sack of shit!" You snapped turning to face him, a hard shove against his chest made him stumble in surprise. His eyes widened as he looked at you, your (E/C) eyes shone with tears as them flooded down your red face.

"(F/N)?" Bruce mumbled reaching for you, you slapped his hand and gripped your (H/L) (H/C) hair rubbing your eyes breathing hard. Nothing was how you planned now, it needed to come out one way or another and this was it.

"I know Bruce. I know you're fucking Angela. A happily married woman to her own right for God's sake! I devoted EVERYTHING to you! NO! Don't speak! Shut up! I don't have time to deal with you pussy footing around me like a horny dog!,' You barked at him, pointing everything out even as people looked,' You said in your vows that I was the only woman you could ever love... the only one who was the one! Where did that all go? I trusted you you pice of shit! They you had to fuck all that trust into some fucking secretary?"

Bruce- as you expected, took all your words. All of them stinging his pride as he messed with his neck and then his crystal blue eyes met your (E/C) ones... both sets filled with tears.

"I'm sorry... it's just that she... she gave me something different." Bruce said so softly you almost didn't hear him, scoffing you glared at him, jabbing his side and then his chest.

"Different?"

Jab

"I Mr Bruce Wayne am your wife!"

Jab

"I am that something different!"

Shove

"Well guess what little boy? You can keep her."

You growled through gritted teeth as you shoved him to the ground, spinning on your heel you bumped into Clark, woman and men observing and recording the fight. Bruce staggered to his feet, his hand catching your arm but Clark grabbed your waist protectively, not allowing Bruce to get you again.

"Bruce,' Clark said softly looking into his friends eyes,'... you messed this up... don't make it harder."

You closed your eyes trying to collect what was left of your mind. This was ridiculous. All of this was ridiculous! Gripping Clark's shirt you began to cry. Hard. Your tears causing Bruce to want to just hug you. Kiss you. Tell you he wasn't going to do that again. But he would allow himself to hurt you more so he let you cry. He let you get it out.

"I'm filing for a divorce." You spluttered past sobs, that caught everyone off guard, even Clark looked at you with a little with a raised brow. You took no heed to it however, instead and gulped and bit your lip walking back towards the Manor. Bruce watching as he lost you...