READER IMAGINES [1]

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Prompt: "When you said your last goodbye, I died a little bit inside." & "But if you loved me, why'd you leave me?"

Warnings: mentions of murder (not graphic) and blood (one paragraph is a bit descriptive)

Word count: 4,093

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Everything was great.

Alfred always makes the best food and you really enjoy Bruce's company. He was so sweet and caring and always making sure that you were okay.

Yes, everything was great.

"Master Bruce," Alfred says as he walks into the kitchen where you and Bruce are sitting, "the call is for you."

Alfred applies weight on his right foot and then his left, looking between you and Bruce. And so Bruce stands up from his chair and makes his way out of the kitchen, leaving Alfred to show a weak smile and leave also.

So there you sit-- alone in Bruce Wayne's kitchen-- staring at the crumbs on your plate.

You understand that Bruce lives a very demanding life being the CEO of his own family's company-- especially now as he's the only Wayne left-- which is why you never were hurt when he had to cut activities short due to business.

However, there were times when he would leave without any real explanation. He'd just stutter and run off, leaving you by yourself and wondering if maybe you were the reason. Part of you told you that you weren't; Bruce always tells you how much he cares for you, but still... you were known as a very self-conscious person.

Alfred enters the kitchen not a moment before Bruce rushes in. He grabs the plates on the kitchen bench and puts them into the sink.

"Is everything okay?" You ask.

"Yes, I'm sorry. There's a meeting at Wayne Enterprises which I must attend." Bruce explains, walking around the bench to you.

"Don't be sorry, I understand."

He smiles at you, taking your hand in his.

"I promise I won't be long." He says.

"Alright." You smile.

Alfred clears his throat by the kitchen door and Bruce immediately lets your hand go and leaves the kitchen.

"Ms (Y/n)." Says Alfred, before walking away.

Your smile fades as soon as he turns. When you hear their footsteps fade well enough, you hop off of the kitchen stool and slip into your jacket; walking down a different hallway that leads to the same place as Alfred and Bruce.

You've had enough of their secrets. It's not that you don't trust them-- you trust them both with your life-- you just wish they'd trust you. In retrospect you have no clue what the bigger picture is. You don't know what Bruce is hiding. But you're adamant on finding out.

You don't want to believe that you might be the reason why Bruce keeps running off; that he's being polite about not wanting to spend time with you. He and Alfred always shared glances and whispered to each other when you were "distracted" with something else. You only want Bruce to let you in.

You love him.

It still feels strange to admit, but it's true. He's the only one who talks to you at school and the only one who cares enough to want to hang out with you. He's also your only male friend so maybe that's why you've grown so attached to him so quickly. You've never told him how you feel because every time you try he abruptly leaves.