Bruce Wayne x Butler!Reader
batman (real) that’s all enjoy
Wayne sat at his desk, furiously running his hands through his hair. What was wrong with this guy? The Riddler, they called him… One of mysteries and anonymous answers.
A polaroid of a handsome man sat in front of him, a butler of his. The photo would’ve appeared innocent, had it not been taken in the perspective of a stalker. The boy was smiling in the photo, sitting outside a cafe and enjoying a coffee with a presumed friend.
“He’s quite brilliant, master Wayne.” Bruce recalled Alfred mentioning. “And lovely, might I add.” He shook his head, images of the gorgeous butler flashing through his mind. His constant observing of the quiet man on the cameras didn’t help.
The butler gently cleaned a desk with a duster, humming a small tune to himself. Bruce always noticed that he seemed to be in his own world, yet he did his job well. Such a monotonous task for a bright personality.
There were words scribbled on the white of the polaroid, none too friendly.
“Answer.” In big sharpie letters, with a arrow pointing towards the butler in the photo.
With nimble fingers, he flipped the card-like photograph.
He pondered what it could have meant, flicking a small pen throughout his fingers. Perhaps he would have to get a little, touchy, with the employee. Only for answers of course, only for answers…
With the push of a button, and his voice over an interconnected headset. The butler arrived at the big mans cave in no time. Nervously knocking on the door, patiently waiting for approval to enter.
“Come in.” A deep voice replied.
The butler stepped in, pushing open the door after smoothening his attire.
“What can I do for you..master Wayne?”
Wayne turned in his chair to face the boy, a anxious smile combined with curious eyes surveying the room had sat before him. Did the butler always look this..enamoring up close?
Bruce clicked his tongue before patting his thigh, waving the butler over.
The boy obeyed, not a hint of defiance in his movements.
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Stern eyes met the butlers tense ones. The billionaire pat his thigh once more, edging the man to have a seat on it.
The butler obeyed, a frightened look on his face as he sat down as slowly and gently as possible, having to shortly push himself off the ground to get comfortable on the man’s leg.
Rough hands traveled over the boys body, moving in places to keep him steady on his bosses thigh. One of Bruce’s hands rested on the butlers lower back, the other on the boys thigh.
Bruce thought the butler smelled of cherry blossom and roses. A terribly beautiful smell for a terribly beautiful man.
The butlers hands rested gently in his own lap, nestled near his masters. He didn’t know why he was in this situation, but he had always felt something for his boss, so he was thoroughly enjoying the touch.
Wayne’s fingers moved from the boys thigh, pointing as the computer screen, then down to the polaroid. A rather clear image of the polaroid rested upon the pixels.
“I want you to tell me how you’re involved in this.”
The butler gulped, but stayed silent, his gaze observing the photo presented before him. He didn’t dare meet the daring eyes of his boss.
Bruce’s hand moved to grip the boys jaw, the other wrapped around the back of his neck, giving it a slight squeeze. A whimper was elicited from the smaller.
“I want an answer.” A slight whisper in the butlers ear.
What if Bruce changed tactics? That wouldn’t be so bad…
“Tell me, sweet boy.” Another whisper in the butlers ear. Bruce’s hand moved to squeeze the boys thigh and he started stuttering.
“My…my parents, detectives they were,” He mumbled quietly, though Wayne heard every stutter out of the man’s mouth.
Bruce let out a small hum, his breath hot on the butlers neck. “What about them?”
A small kiss was placed on the butlers neck after a few moments of silence.
“Go on…” Bruce spoke, his deep voice sending shudders down the butlers spine.
“They were..involved in a controversial investment years back, they were too involved in an..incident and didn’t have the tools to analyze it..”
The butler took in a deep breath, Bruce watched the man’s chest rise and fall in quick breaths.
“They trusted some man, Bane I believe…invested in him to investigate, an under the table investment.”
Bruce stared in bewilderment, shocked at how much the smaller man knew.
He reached his hand up and cupped the boys face, his thumb brushed over the butlers lips and pressed down on them.
“…Smart boy” The hand on the butlers neck reached downward to rub at his waist. “..Such a smart boy..” his husky voice echoed through the butlers ears.
“Thank you, master Wayne-” The butler replied, Wayne’s thumb flicked the butlers bottom lip once he finished speaking.
A murmur came from billionaire. “Aren’t you just glorious?…”
The butler glanced at his masters eyes, those cold eyes looking him up and down, absorbing the butlers every detail. It looked as if something…dangerous had snapped in them.
“You don’t leave this mansion without me, you hear me?”
The butlers eyes widened.
Wayne pressed a kiss to the butlers lips, kissing with passion and endearment, Bruce’s fingers tracing over the butlers chin.
“..You’re involved now. Your involvement puts your safety at bay, I can’t allow something with such a..”
He paused, tilting the man’s head up to observe his features more clearly.
“Such a beautifully crafted face, to be put in harms way.”
Bruce’s voice was stern and committed, the butler froze.
“Master wayne im not a ‘somethi-“
Small kisses made their way down the butlers neck, the hand around his waist felt like fire, as did the fingers on his chin.
“…Is that so? and if i were to propose that you are, my thing? hm?”
Waynes voice was rough, brittled with battles and molded with soft undertones.
“..Wouldn’t you like that?” Bruce knew the answer, he just wanted to hear it from his boys pretty lips.
The butler shook gently, the each kiss felt like it hit a nerve, making the butler flinch each time.
“Good boy, what a good boy.”
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