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The Ex gets Married

Bruce Wayne x Ex-Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Bruce breaks up with Y/n and ends up in a tumultuous relationship with Selina. Bruce finds out about his ex-girlfriend moving on and is heartbroken.

Warning: Bruce does not have a happy ending.

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Many years before, Bruce, had to make a life altering decision.

Should he follow his head or his heart?

He loved both Selina and Y/n dearly for very different reasons.

But there was no use pondering the decision further. Selina was a safe bet.

Selina, whilst fickle, was still a woman capable of handling the rough and tough life style that accompanied his alter-ego. Selina’s life parallels his own; their secret life, their deep rooted trauma, their years of personal growth together.

When considering these factors, it was indisputable, he had to follow his head, and in the end he got exactly what he asked for.

An unbridled romantic companion that was only ever present when it suited her.

Selina was never consistent in supporting Bruce. Only being present at the worst of times, and never being available to celebrate the best of times.

Selina was incapable of bonding with his sons. It’s not like she didn’t try, the boys were just utterly disinterested in bonding with a woman who seemed to sail in and out of Bruce’s life on a whim. Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian felt Selina was not going to be around long, so they always turned her down or avoided Selina when possible.

Selina was uncomfortable with the mundane. Drama followed her where ever she went. Her constant blow outs strains Bruce beyond measure.

As usual, Bruce retreats to his cold and lonely bed. It’s been weeks since he last heard from Selina. He stares at the ceiling and wonders what his life could’ve been like had he followed his heart.

You were always the first to hold Bruce and comfort him in his times of need. You were always pushing to celebrate ridiculous milestones and insisting it was important since it was an achievement.

You put in so much effort bonding with his sons. You’d spent days in Bludhaven, looking after Dick in hospital when no one else could. You drove to Jason’s favourite dive bar, drank beer with him every Friday. You attended all of Tim’s extracurricular events. You would drink tea with Damian and listen to him vent his frustrations with his teammates.

Better yet, you were always in bed waiting for him. Arms always spreading open, ready to embrace him after a difficult night out.

Bruce missed you dearly, but he knows he made the right decision. Selina was capable of protecting herself- you weren’t.

Bruce constantly reminds himself of that time Joker almost took your life as you helplessly dangled from the building. Your survival from that encounter was pure luck. If Bruce wasn’t your boyfriend, you would’ve been safe.

So, Bruce made the right decision following his head. Following his heart would’ve brought nothing but heartache.

The house seemed unusually quite. There was no noise, no movement. He hasn’t heard anything from anyone.

“Alfred, where are the boys?” The older gentlemen continues to assemble the cucumber sandwiches, pretending he didn’t hear a single word. “Alfred?” The older man sighs as he contemplates telling the truth, to honouring the lie fabricated by the boys. At last, Alfred opts for the ugly truth.

“The young masters are attending a wedding ceremony.” Alfred answers bluntly, unwilling to be the barer of bad news.

“A wedding ceremony? Who’s wedding is it?” Alfred places the plate in front of Bruce, continuing to avoid eye contact. “Alfred, answer the question.”

He sighs as he pours a glass of water. “John Constantines wedding.”

Confusion crosses Bruce as to why his sons are attending that man’s wedding. “I didn’t know he had a significant other, who is he marrying?”

Alfred looks off to the clock as Bruce waits impatiently for the long drawn out answer. The clock strikes twelve, which floods the house with a melody to notify half the day has passed. Finally, Alfred speaks. “As of 12’oclock John Constantine has married his beloved wife Y/n Constantine.”

All colour in Bruce’s face drains, his mouth goes dry and he’s not sure if his heart is beating. “Y/n… she’s married?” Alfred nods unsympathetically.

“The women you love has married someone that isn’t you.” Alfred’s words rubs salt in Bruce’s already wounded heart. “Incase you were wondering Master Bruce… Selina Kyle had introduced the two around the time you had broken up.” Bruce’s head turns to mush at the news.

It’s not like he intended to get back together with you or anything- so why is he so upset?

Of course you would move on eventually, he knew that. That’s just common sense. Why would you be single for the rest of your life?

Yet despite all common sense Bruce’s heart continues to squeeze painfully, his head thumping away as a growing migraine takes place.

The love of his life has gone on and married someone else.

God.

Is it too late to win her back?

What was he thinking ? Of course it is.

There’s no going back.

Bruce will just have to accept his decision.

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Know It All

Summary: When meeting your new boyfriend, Calum can’t help but flashback to when you used to be his.

A/N: Band Camino makes bangers y’all.

Word Count: 1.2k

And away and away we go!

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“So, who’s all coming to this thing?” I asked Michael as we lounged lazily in his pool.

“Pffff… uh…” the blonde sputtered, thinking before rattling off names, most of whom I was familiar with.

“So usual suspects?”

“Pretty much, yeah. Oh! And Y/N said she was gonna try and stop by.”

“Oh?” I asked, keeping my tone as neutral and indifferent as I could.

“Yeah. Something about wanting to introduce us to the new guy she’s been seeing.”

“New guy, huh? They must be getting serious if she’s thinking of bringing him around us.”

“Yeah, that’s what I said. You gonna be okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

“Cuz it’s Y/N and some dude.”

I shrugged. “She never really liked being alone all that much. Did she sound happy at least?”

“She sounded really happy, mate.”

I smiled. “Good.”

~~~

We stumbled drunkenly down the hallway, her giggle bouncing off the walls as I fumbled with the key, before muscling my way into the hotel room. “Shhh,” I laughed at her, pressing a finger to my lips. “You’re so fuckin’ loud when you’re drunk, you know that?”

“You…” she slurred, her hands coming to rest on my chest as she stared up at me through her eyelashes, “should hear how loud I get during sex.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I said, grabbing her hands as they dropped to the hem of her shirt. “We’re fuckin’ plastered. We’re not having sex.”

Her face scrunched up as she pulled her hands away from me. “Boo, you’re no fun.”

“If you still wanna fuck me in the morning, I promise I will fuck you. But I’m not gonna be your drunk mistake, Y/N.”

She let her next breath cause her lips to flutter as she made her way to the bed and crawled into it. “But, that’s the thing Cal. No one wants me when I’m sober.”

“I want you when you’re sober,” I whispered, getting in next to her.

“But will you love me? I don’t want to be the girl that’s only good for a fling. I wanna be the girl that matters. I think I’d be a better me if I was the girl who was somebody’s someone. Happier. I hate being alone.”

Her voice was small and muffled as she curled into me, and I felt a small dampness forming on the front of my shirt. I wrapped my arms tight around her. “Shh, it’ll be okay, Y/N,” I soothed, placing kisses in her hair. “I’ll never let you feel alone.”

“But will you love me?” came the repeated, broken question.

“Always,” I promised.

~~~

I kicked my legs slowly, the pool water swirling with my movements as I sat on the ledge, having some mindless conversation when I heard the back door slide open. I turned to see the newcomer: Y/N hand-in-hand with some guy I’d never seen before. I took a slow breath to keep myself in check as her eyes glanced around and found me. I waved a hand in greeting, offering a tight-lipped smile. Her own smile was everything I remembered it to be, as she nudged the man, pointing at me, and he nodded with a smile of his own. A clear sign that he was at least somewhat familiar with who I was. But I knew there was no way in hell she had told him everything. Probably that I was just someone she used to know. Because if he knew it all, he wouldn’t be smiling at me.

~~~

“Why are your walls painted yellow?” I asked with a laugh as I sat on the edge of her bed, watching her get ready.

“Because I love the color. It’s warm. Reminds me of sunshine.”

“Is that so?” I mumbled, reaching into my pocket for my phone. If she loved the color yellow, then surely… As the song started to play through my phone, I watched her shoulders tense up.

“Ew, I hate this song! Turn it off!”

“It’s Yellow!” I laughed, turning it off anyway.

“And it’s a terrible fuckin’ song.”

“How can you love the color, but hate the song?”

“I just can, okay?”

“I don’t think I’m ever gonna understand you fully.”

“But you don’t have to understand me fully to love me, right?” she checked, finally turning away from her dresser to face me.

“Of course, darling. Always”

“Good. Because you’re always gonna be the one for me, Cal. No one’s ever bothered to love me the way you do.”

“C’mere,” I said, holding out my hands to her.

“What?” she asked with a shy smile, as she grabbed my fingertips, then let out a squealed, “Cal!” when I tugged hard enough for her to fall onto my lap. “What are you doing?”

“Loving you,” I said, kissing her deeply. “You gonna let me?” I asked, my lips trailing along the column of her throat, my fingers itching to pull filthy words and a chorus of moans from her.

“Please,” she panted, already breathless as she pulled my face back up to hers. “Need you. Please.”

“I’m right here, darling.”

~~~

I stood up as they got closer to me. “Hey, darling,” I whispered, as I willingly accepted the hug she offered, breathing the moment in even though I knew I shouldn’t.

“Hey, Cal,” she smiled, stepping back. “This is Matt, my boyfriend. Matt, this is Cal, my uh…”

“Old friend,” I quickly covered for her, offering my hand to him. “Nice to meet ya.”

Matt laughed, shaking my hand. “Nice to meet ya, too.”

His laugh told me all I needed to know. That yes, he was aware Y/N and I had a past. But no, he didn’t know the full extent of how involved we were. And with my referring to myself as an ‘old friend’ I had reassured him of his own thoughts of whether or not she had any lingering feelings for me. And who knew, maybe her feelings for me were gone. But that wasn’t my business to know one way or another. Not anymore.

“Hey, babe, would you mind going to get us a couple beers?” she asked him.

“Yeah, ‘course,” he said, kissing the side of her head the way I used to. “Be right back.”

“Seems like a good guy,” I commented.

She sighed softly, “Yeah, he is.”

“And you look happy. Like you’re doing well.”

“I am. Happiest I’ve been in a while.”

“That’s good.”

She nodded, then, “Thanks, Cal.”

“For what?”

“I know it’d be easy to play the smug ex boyfriend. Brag about how you know me better than he does. Potentially sabotage this for me by telling him all my secrets I told you. And I can’t say I’d blame you if you did. You were the only person who ever made me feel worthy of being loved the right way, and I thanked you by being too scared to accept it. Running when it got too real.”

I shook my head. “You don’t have to thank me for that, Y/N. I know I can be an ass sometimes, but I’d never purposefully hurt you. When I said that I’d always love you, I meant it. And for me, that means wanting you to be happy, even if it means you’re happy with someone else.”

Her arms wrapped around my shoulders tightly. “I never deserved you, Cal.”

“Yeah, you did. And, hey, do me a favor, yeah? Let yourself deserve Matt. Let him love you like I-” I stalled, debating between using past or present tense.

“Did?” she tried to finish, releasing me so she could take a step back and look up at me.

“Yeah,” I lied.

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