oh dad’s best friend! bruce wayne who bumps into you at the iceberg lounge. who drives you home in his lamborghini, pissed that he caught his best friend’s daughter getting tipsy and turning flirty around a dangerous group of men, testing her luck when obviously, you should not.
who fingers you while he speeds up down the empty streets of gotham and the shy young woman he used to know spreads her legs in his passenger seat the second you feel his touch. why you of all women? infamous playboy bruce wayne picks up his best friend’s daughter instead of leaving the party with his arm around a woman’s waist? he’s truly disappointed that you think so low of him. that’s alright, he’ll prove himself to you. bruce wayne is a patient man.
oh dad’s best friend! bruce wayne bruce stuffs your pussy raw, bent over the mahogany desk in his study— and it’s insane how big of a liar you are and how much guilt bruce carries. you’ve been pretending to catch up the entire afternoon with dick grayson, your very childood friend, at the wayne manor. (he’s in blüdhaven)
ohhhhhhh dad’s best friend! bruce wayne save me.
