“Not Like Other Women” Bruce Wayne x Reader
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Warnings: none
Summary: You begin to think back to the very first time you met Bruce.
A/N: I wrote this for a friend because they just reached 1k followers! This little surprise fic is my way of celebrating with them. Congrats, @cas-backwards-tie , on 1k followers!! I know how much you love the batdad, so I hope you enjoy <3 take care, mum!
Your eyes focused on nothing in particular, only gazing out the window as the sky’s tears fell so heavily. Winter was so beautiful, yet so gloomy. You used to let your tears so the same. Life used to be so dull, empty. He changed that for you. He had been the last piece of the frustrating puzzle you worked in throughout the years. You remembered how scared you had been to let him in like that, even if you technically didn’t have a fairytale meeting. Your arms tightened around the pillow you hugged to your chest as you rested in the luxurious window seat.
The churning of your stomach almost made you sick. Why did you let your best friend talk you into this? She had recently started seeing some rich guy that invited her to a gala. You’re sure he was good to her, but you did worry. Men like that tended to be trouble, and you didn’t want her to get hurt. She told you that you worry too much, but that was your job as a friend.
“What’s on your mind,” she asked from her spot behind you. You were sat at her new vanity that no doubt came from her boyfriend. Her hands were working on your hair with such grace and determination. She begged you to go to the gala with her.
You shook your head, “nothing. Just nervous.” It wasn’t a lie, for you had never gotten to enjoy the high life of Gotham before.
“Don't worry about it,” she chirped, “you’ll do great, and the men will be all over you!” You rolled your eyes with a small smile on your candy red lips. She was always so insistent to earn you a date.
“You say that now,” you’re voice trailed off. There was no way you would let yourself fall for some rich snob that would leave you crying out in the rain like the players they tended to be.
The rest of the hour was spent like that; the two of you going back and forth about the party while she helped dress you up. You looked so stunning.
When you arrived at the gala- her on her lover's arm, and you next to them- the doubts in your mind were as strong as ever. Why did you even agree to be the third wheel? In a place like this too! You couldn’t even pronounce the cocktail names! This was too much.
Your friend gasped, “they even have our names on it!” She pointed to the table with three “reserved for:” tents. She yanked her date to the table, and you followed like a lost puppy. That’s how you felt, after all.
You started to loosen up about fifteen minutes in. The three of you were laughing with one another, joking around like you truly belonged there. You thought that maybe you could enjoy your night there, but you figured too soon. One of the boyfriend’s connections approached.
“Hey, you guys,” a rather happy male chirped at your group’s other two members. Did you not exist to him?
“Michael! It’s so good to see you,” your friend’s man replied, “how have you been? It’s been forever.” He stood up, and your friend did so as well. She seemed so insecure like she wasn’t sure how to behave in a situation such as this.
‘Michael’ gestured to the two of them, “walk with me.” They did as told, and left you without looking back.
Great. You were at some rich guy’s place, surrounded by fine culture where you were clearly not welcomed to join, and now you were alone. The couple was the only reason you came, and they parked you at a table like you were a broken down car with a price tag of $500 tucked under the windshield wiper. That’s dirt cheap for any car model. A shaky sigh escaped your mouth, and you rested your chin in your hand.
It felt like hours had passed, and they had not returned. You were about to get up, leave the place, and forget this night all together. You wanted nothing more than to call it quits.
“You’re new to this social scene, aren’t you?”
The fog of thoughts that plagued your mind cleared, and you looked at the now full chair to your left. You were expecting some jerk big shot, but who were you met with instead? Bruce Wayne- the man that owned almost the entirety of Gotham, and also said to be the most selfless wealthy man in the history of the earth.
You let your lips quirk upwards, “that obvious, huh?” There was no venom in your voice. You didn’t mean any offense by your statement, and you hoped he saw that.
Bruce seemed humored by your response, yet somehow caught off guard. Usually most- if not all- women would swoon by being in the same room as him. But you? No. You were so casual about it, but so clearly at your wit's end. Though in no way did you take it out on him, and he appreciates the little things like that.
“I’m Bruce Wayne.”
“[Y/F/N/] [Y/L/N].”
He had to know what brought this unknown territory of a woman into his life. “How did you find yourself here? You don’t look thrilled to be present,” he noted as he spoke.
“My friend, and her boyfriend,” you saw him look around for them so you continued, “they ditched me.” He was appalled. How rude of them!
He shook his head, showing his distaste for your situation. You seemed to be like him, not really wanting to be here. If it weren't for his reputation, he would be skipped out on all these social events. An idea struck him.
“It seems our interests align,” his eyes trailed up to meet yours, “want to get out of this place?”
This shocked you. Even though you would do anything to get out, you had to think about him. "What about the press," you raised an eyebrow, "they'll talk if you leave with a woman."
"That's why we need to be discrete about it," he replied. It sounded like he thought this through before even approaching you, or that he had unreal improv planning skills. He was ready for anything.
You nodded. “Okay,” you stood up, “meet me outside in ten minutes?” With his silent approval, you dismissed yourself.
As you left the establishment, you felt so much better than you did a few minutes ago. The billionaire had become your unlikely savior. You thought that he might add to the problem at first glance because of his status, but you were glad you hadn’t jumped the gun.
You hadn’t wandered far, only enough to distance yourself from the lavish party inside. The cold railing of the stairs was a nice contrast to your sweaty palms. You were admittedly nervous, but who wouldn’t be in your position?
A gentle hand resting on your lower back had your attention returning to reality. Bruce was now by your side, staying put on the bottom step like you had been for a few minutes now.
The moment you had turned to look at him, you sent his heart on a marathon. This was the first time he had seen you smile the whole night. From the second you walked into the party, his eyes were following you. But this was the first sign of happiness you showed since.
“Where do you want to go,” you asked after his mental analysis of you. You knew that he had been staring at you in that pause, but you didn’t wish to question it. Not while you’re still on the property at least.
He took a second to think it over. This was the perfect opportunity to have the simple relaxation his life lacked. “Perhaps we can park somewhere, and we can just talk?” He was afraid of your reaction, but you were pleased.
You remembered how awkward the car ride had been, but it was worth it. Neither of you spoke until he told you that you were nearly there.
Bruce stopped the expensive car in the parking lot of an empty park. There would be no children out around midnight so you undoubtedly had the area to yourself. He had gotten out of the vehicle, and he rounded it. He was such the gentleman, opening your door for you, and closing it when you get out. You had thanked him, always being polite.
He led you to the front of the car and offered you help on climbing onto the hood to lay down.You denied his help and managed to get on just fine. He liked how independent you were. When the two of you were settled down, laying beside one another, it really started to pick up.
A silence went by as you stared up at the starry sky. “It’s beautiful out tonight,” you commented. the darkness above had been clear of any smoke or fog, accentuate the peaking shimmer of the stars.
“Noy anywhere near as beautiful as you,” he replied quickly but with ease. Those usually cold eyes were stuck on the real thing that matter to him: you. You made him so irritated with himself. Never in his life had he been so distracted by someone from the first look. He wanted to figure out how the hell you could be so enchanting.
You cringed, but your pained snicker was like music to his ears. “that was so cheesy,” you said but smiled. You looked over at him and met his gaze. “But sweet. Thank you.”
Yet again, you sent him on a trip. How had you not rejected him?
“Is there any reason you’ve been staring at me all night?”
That was the question he was praying you wouldn't ask. How was he supposed to answer that? There was no way you wouldn’t scoff at the truth. Honesty wouldn’t hurt though.
“Well,” he faltered to continue when you turned your whole body to face him, “you’re not like other women.”
You smirked at him, “yeah. I’m socially awkward.” His eyes rolled.
“I mean,” he turned to face you as well, “you’re such a mystery. You don’t behave like they do.”
No one had told you something like that before. Hell, you weren’t sure if it was intended to be a compliment, but it felt like one. “Thanks, I guess.” You suddenly had strong urge to make a move on him. Why not? This night was getting good, and you weren’t going to stop that. There is no way you were about to let go of the thrill he gave you. Plus, if you never wanted to see him again you didn’t have to.
“You aren’t like I thought you were going to be either,” you confessed, your face only getting closer to his. It was evident that he noticed, but he didn’t stop you. He wanted the same thing you did. “Thank you for saving my night.”
“It’s my pleasure,” he whispered before beating you to the chase. He leaned in and closed the gap between your lips. It was tender and everything you imagined it to be.
“Are you okay,” your husband’s voice cut through your occupied mind, bringing you back to the present. He stood next to the window seat with two cups of coffee in his hands.
You nodded and moved your legs so he had room to sit with you. “Yeah, I was just thinking,” you answered nonchalantly. He should know by now how much you do that. Bruce seemed to accept the answer as you thought he would. He handed you one of the steamy cups.
There was that swelling in your heart he had never failed to inflict on you. It never dulled after that first evening you spent with him on the hood of his car.
“I love you,” you blurted.
“I love you too.”