Queen Cobra (Bruce Wayne x Reader)

Chapter Four

I woke to the sound of silence, the rustling of the bed sheets gracing my ears noisily as I shifted. I sat up, immediately pushing myself back down as a wave of nausea and headaches rushed through my body. What a lovely start to the day.

I didn't have to look down to see the pool of blood seeping into the soft sheets. As a matter of fact, I didn't open my eyes until wandering footsteps paused outside my door. I willed my body to move and get up as a knock sounded through the room. A small voice called out my name from the other side.

I cracked the door, peering out into the hall to see Bruce in a t-shirt and sweatpants. "Yes?"

He shoved his hands into his pockets, nervously shifting his feet. A thick strand of hair fell into his face and he brushed it back impatiently. I opened the door a bit farther. Hopefully he wasn't able to smell the blood that soaked my black leggings.

He looked up at me. "Alfred made blueberry muffins for breakfast, I thought you might want some since, you know, you like them a lot." His eyes drifted back down to the floor and didn't return until I responded.

"I'll be down in a few minutes, I have to take a shower." I lingered at the door for a second after I shut it. If he had seen the bed... no, I wouldn't think about it. I could just play it off by saying what it was, but there was no explaining the sheer amount of blood. It looked like a murder scene when I ripped off the sheets.

The metallic scent wafted up to my nose as I dragged the blood soaked blankets to the bath, running the water as hot as my hands could take. Just because I could heal fast didn't mean I couldn't feel the pain.

I scrubbed and scrubbed until the water stopped running crimson. I pulled the sheets out of the tub and wrapped them in a ball so they could fit in the sink. I'd definitely have to wash them before the blood permanently stained the linen.

I finally stripped myself of my bloodstained clothes and unceremoniously tossed them to the floor. I could always go back and clean it up.

The cleaning process was always uncomfortable, but this one seemed to be worse. Probably because there was a definite chance that Bruce could walk in on me while I try to clean up the bloody mess I've left behind. I shuddered as I let the steaming water wash away the remnants of my period.

I know that for most girls their period would last at least five days with ranging blood flows and whatever, but for me, it was more like my body dumps it out in one load and leaves me a little sick when I wake up. A blessing and a curse I guess.

When I was finally satisfied with scrubbing, I turned off the water and lingered in the tub for a few minutes.

Today was definitely gonna be fun.

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Breakfast was quiet and a bit awkward after the events of the night before, but I choked down my muffin anyway. I was starving and it wasn't like I would just blatantly refuse food. That would make me seem very suspicious and I really did not need that kind of attention on me for a very, very long list of reasons.

I only looked up from my plate when Alfred cleared his throat. I looked between him and Bruce for a moment before Alfred began to explain something about 'keeping normality' and school. I shoved the last piece of my muffin in my mouth as he finished his dreadful speech.

School. I had to start going to school.

Until then I had only been home schooled. I didn't even know what to say. I should've probably been happy to have the chance to socialize with more people my age, but I truly loathed the idea of it all. And guessing by the ridiculous name of the school, I'd have to wear a uniform.

I wasn't quite sure if the nausea that erupted in my stomach in that moment was only because of my cycle. And it seemed that I wasn't the only one aware of my raging stomach.

Both Alfred and Bruce were staring at me, worry etched on their faces. I quickly excused myself before rushing to my room and vomiting every ounce of my breakfast into the toilet. The bile stung my throat as it came up.

In the midst of the chaos, I wasn't able to hear Bruce enter my room. I only knew he was there when he scooped up my hair out of my face and rubbed circles on my back.

God help me if he saw the sheets in the sink. And God help me if he was about to ask me about it.

When the vomit finally ceased, I unceremoniously wiped off my face with some toilet paper, flushed the toilet, and leaned back until Bruce was practically cradling me.

"Well, that was fun," I rasped, straining to let out a small chuckle. Bruce looked horrified as he stared down at me. Which was understandable, I guess. I was drenched in sweat and shivering.

This was the only time I would even remotely get sick. Usually it wasn't this bad, but considering the circumstances, I'd say it made sense that I couldn't keep anything down.

"Jesus, (Y/N), I saw the sheets. What happened to you?" He finally made the connection when my delirious ass began to laugh.

"Oh."

"Didn't realize there was that much blood involved? Imagine my first time!" I put my hands at his temples and made a little explosion.

The tension in his face didn't ease, nor did his grip on me. I lowered my hands and frowned up at him. "I'm fine, I swear. I just need to take a little nap on the cold floor and I'll be back to normal in no time."

"Why on the floor?"

"It's cold. And it's not currently covered in blood." I was surprised at how well he was handling the situation, let alone not shocked at the amount of blood. I was glad that the education system failed to teach boys how much blood was supposed to come out.

"You can nap in my room. I was planning on reading in the library anyway." The sincere concern on his face was enough to make me blush.

"Don't be ridiculous, the floors are nice." I attempted to roll out of his grasp, but he just pulled me closer.

"I am not letting my best friend sleep on the bathroom floor." He tugged me onto my feet, dragging me all the way to his room before I finally stopped fighting. He was stronger than his thin frame let on. My tired body was plopped on the bed, and before I could resist, I was dragged into a calming nap.