bad timing || Bruce Wayne · Y/n story by @lilyisinsane

The Wayne Manor library was bathed in the soft glow of a dying fire. The tall windows showed Gotham City glittering in the distance, a sapphire vista of light against the black of the night sky. It was quiet. Peaceful. The kind of quiet that had become a rare commodity in this house.

Bruce Wayne

clearing his throat I was thinking we could take a walk. The gardens are—clear tonight.

He said it too casually. Like he’d rehearsed it. Which he definitely had.

Bruce Wayne

Just the two of us. No interruptions. a beat I promise.

He took a step toward you. Then another. His hand went to his pocket again. He was closing the distance, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that made the rest of the room fade away.

???

faintly, from the ceiling Totally fine! Keep doing what you’re doing!

Bruce closed his eyes. His hand fell away from his pocket.