READER IMAGINES [1]

Bruce Wayne x Reader

Next time, you tell yourself. I'll tell him how I feel next time. It did almost happen one day when you were at his house, or rather manor. He was being so gentle with you that the words almost slipped through, but again he had to leave. Even still, you always feel like you did back then when you remember the moment.

Bruce kept looking over at you when he thought you weren't paying attention, but you caught his stares at the corner of your eye every time. You wanted to see him look at you like that up close, so after another stare from him you turned to face him.

He immediately looked down at the book on his lap-- blinking rapidly as if he was trying to get something out of his eye. You chuckled and said his name to see those hypnotising eyes of his on you again.

"I don't mind you looking at me." You reassured him, "But I would like to know why."

"It's nothing." He said.

You tilted your head and he laughed, turning away slightly on the couch across from you.

"I don't want to scare you off." He mumbled.

"You couldn't do that." You said, "I'm not going anywhere."

Bruce looked over at you and merely sat there for a while. You saw his eyes at work as they danced across your face; he started at your eyes and then ended at your mouth. He kept his gaze there for a while which made your heart skip a beat.

"You're so beautiful, (Y/n)." He whispered.

"What?" You asked, "No I'm not."

You laughed to cover up your embarrassment and moved down the couch, fixing up your clothes just to be able to do something with your hands.

"Of course you are." Bruce said, then he moved over to sit nearer to you, "(Y/n), don't run away. You're the most beautiful person I've ever met."

His fingers tucked your hair behind your ear and then travelled down to cup your cheek. His eyes fell back down to look at your mouth and once again your heart skipped a beat.

Right then you wanted to tell him that you love him. You had realised it before that moment, but when he called you beautiful you knew that you had to tell him how you feel about him. But you never did. You never told him those three words.

Instead, you slowly closed your eyes as he leaned closer to you. You felt his breath on your skin and just before his lips met yours, the door to the room barged open. The two of you immediately pulled away as Alfred explained that Bruce was needed elsewhere.

It was almost the perfect moment. It was almost the perfect memory.

You had hundreds of those moments, where you almost told him how you feel and him almost making you feel as if he would tell you the same thing. You got scared for him as majority of the time that he would leave for business there would be an attack on the city. And then later he'd act as if nothing was wrong.

Of all the words and all the things you wish you could hear him say to you, the most word he spoke was "goodbye". It hurt you in a way you've never felt before. At first you weren't as affected by the farewell, but after a while whenever he said it your heart would hurt.

Which is why you're following him and Alfred right now. You want to know what's going on, you need to know. The longer you stay in the dark the more pain you feel in your heart.

He was only just up ahead, after passing along adjacent hallways and corridors, and you noticed that his clothes have changed. He was dressed in all black, almost looking like armour. The closer you got the more you realised that it was armour. Why was he dressed like that?