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morgansunflower · 1 year

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Slammed Doors

Bruce Wayne X Wife! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language and angst

Words:1311

Arthur's notes! Third P. O. V

Requested taglist:@too-strong-to-lose

Losing her would end him. He couldn't even look at her thinking each time how close she was gone.

"what the hell were you thinking Bruce?! Again for the third time this month!" she shouted at him losing her temper.

"I did not see the urgency of a fragment of my night to be so important" he coldly said pissing his wife off more.

"look in the damn mirror! You insisted me to stay on bench for weeks after I had a little stab!"

"that is an entirely different situation!" he defended "it nearly hit your main arteries! You're blind to think otherwise!"

"different?! You're driving me insane! Bullet number one your flank, the next your arm and the third your chest. You had a minor concussion! The only reason I know is because Alfred told me after expressing that he thought you told me.. Just a dammed text or call would've been helpful or dammit Bruce send someone to tell me. Don't tell Alfred not to worry with informing me... " she takes a deep breath forcing tears back "it's bad enough that you won't even hardly look at me" she mumbled

His heart cried while his anger overcomes his feelings of remorse. "you're so damn stubborn! We are not discussing this any further!"

"oh so that's it?! You get hurt and it's nothing" He walks away from her to the bat-mobile. "we are still talking about this Bruce!" he gets in putting his cowl on "if you drive away don't expect to sleep with me tonight or any other night!" she threatened with a cry.

"fine with me" he scoffed with a, grunt and then shuts the door.

The tires skid as he leaves. Y/N kicked the ground pissed. Early in the morning. She couldn't sleep last night, Bruce didn't even bother trying to sleep. She had stayed in the gust room unable to be around Bruce after their fight. She sits on the chair in the dining room. She hears Bruce hitting his fork on his plate abruptly. She couldn't make herself look at him. They had grown distant and cold over the last few weeks. The fight was the last straw to send them into turmoil with each other. It hadn't been this bad since he lied to her about Grayson's death. They had grown busy with their lives, patrol and work. Everything seemed to pulling them apart.

"is everything alright amongst you both?" Alfred asked bringing Mrs Wayne her coffee.

"were fine Alfred" Bruce said with a angered grunt.

Fine?! She needed to get away from him. She raises from her chair. She walked away and slammed the door to her current bedroom. She hears the door to Bruce's study slam shut. That's when she feels a tear roll down her face.

"Mommmmmy.. Are you ok?" Stephanie asked through the door

"things seem pretty heated between you and B" Jay said

"can we do anything for you?" Duke offered

"talk to us Ma" Tim pleaded

She takes a shaky breath and then clears her throat. "I'm ok my loves don't worry"

That night she laid in the guest room. She sighed heavily she hated absolutely hated fighting with him. She can't sleep.. She keeps thinking about Bruce and her fighting. She hears her window door opening. She sighs heavily, she really didn't want him to see her like this.

"I don't want to see you right now B"

"mother?" Damian softly said.

"hey mom, you ok?" Grayson asked right by his little brother. He turns to shut the window.

She sit upward turning the lamp on "oh hi Damian, hi Grayson. I'm sorry boys.. I didn't know it was you. I'm ok"

"what happened between you and Father?" Damian asked entering the room.

"seems like it was a pretty bad fight" Grayson sympathized, he knew from when he was Robin. If Mom was sleeping in a different bed things were really bad.

"oh.. It's, ok. We're just... Just.. Not happy with each other right now" she sighed defeated.

"is it something I did?" Damian asked

"oh no! No.. It's just.. It's going to be OK son" she assured him.

Damian laid beside her and rest his head on her shoulder. Grayson stands by the bed and lays the covers on them. He holds her hand to comfort her. It was so hard to hide how she's feeling. Especially to her older children.

"I gotta go drag Babs into bed or she'll be up for too long again, sleep well mom. Night Dami, night Ma" Grayson kindly said

"thanks son" she mumbled

It'd now been 5 miserable days. Bruce sighed looking at the wedding photo that was on his desk. He had to fix this before there was too much distance between the two of them. His heart was heavy as he craved to be near Y/N. He walked to the room she had been staying in. He didn't see her and her purse was gone. There was a box of Crackers on her nightstand. He smelled vomit? Why would she be going out if she is sick? He stepped into the bathroom. The room was clean. He looked in the medicine cabinet to make sure she was taking proper medication. Bruce nearly gasps from shock. He holds the special vitamins. He softly smiled. That night he told the children that their room was strictly off limits. He prepared their room for a elegant evening. Alfred helped of course. Bruce laid freshly made platter on the bed. He had their wine glasses placed on the platter and the bottle in the bucket of ice. Just as he was finished, he hears Y/N stepping to the room. He opens the door taking her hand and gently pulls her in the room. She was startled and then completely surprised.

"Bruce.. You--I.. I can't believe" she nearly burst into tears.

"I want to be a better husband to you" he pleaded kissing her temple.

He guides his wife to the bed. Her face was full of emotional joy. He adjusted the pillows for her. He holds her hand as she sits down. Bruce moved to sit on the other side of the bed. He takes a wine bottle and he moved to pour it into her glass. Her heart raced. She has to tell him.

"I think I may just have water...."

"really? This is your favorite flavor" he shows her the bottle label. Non-alcoholic f/f wine.

She smiled softly "but, don't you want?.. "

He pours the wine in both glasses "I could use a break"

"you know! I can't believe you know! I promise you that I was going to tell you"

"I know" he softly smiled

Bruce reaches his hand out to hold her face, he softly smiled she looks so beautiful so full of love, he wants to embrace her "29 days ago you were almost killed. You weren't br-breathing, your heart stopped.. Y/N" he sighed letting out a deep breath as he couldn't fight how truly terrible he felt "20 days ago on a cold night in Paris we had outstanding sex" he smirks kissing her knuckles, to which she softly laughed at his words. He rubs her temple tenderly "that night... I was terrified that the closer you stood by me.. The more danger you were in. I was wrong" she began to cry, he kisses her forehead "I was angry and... I was scared. I took it out on you, forgive me?" he holds both of her hands

"Bruce" she kisses his lips covering his heart in warmth of security "please.. Don't... Don't ever push me away again"

He reaches embracing her, the moment caused his breath to be stolen. She was still here. She still forgave him.

"I will never ever do this to you again. I will try my hardest to be the one you deserve... Are you hungry?"

She laughed with tears hugging him tightly "you have no idea"

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justgowithitplease · 1 year

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Hi! Love sending request bc I'm too lazy to write them myself sometimes 😆 How about Tim x fem!reader where she's been training in martial arts for many years, but doesn't tell Tim (she knows he's RR), and Tim somehow doesn't know she's a nth degree black belt lol so she fakes not knowing bc she likes learning from him.

Pardon moi but,💍🧎/p

Sorry if i went a bit off Track on this, i just went with the flow while trying to stick to the request. Another apology for any terrible descriptions of fighting, i hath tried my best ;-;. Thank you for the ask anon, This was v v fun to write!

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[Reader] was many things, but a fighter was not one of them. At least not to Tim Drake. To him, she was a literature major who loved Jane Austen, an artist who loved to draw nature, a creator. A lover. His lover. Many Things, but certainly not a fighter. And that's the way She intended to keep things. Sure, [Reader] was a black belt, but her boyfriend doesn't need to know that. None of the Wayne's do. She doesn't hide it because its embarrassing or anything. but rather because she likes not having them know. Specifically, she liked how Tim wanted to make sure she was safe, so he started training with her, teaching her self defense. After what happened to his parents, he wanted to make sure that he never lost another loved one again, especially not you.

"Master Tim, Ms. [Reader] is here to see you." Alfred stated, scaring the sleep deprived 20 y/o.

"Thank you Alfred. Do we have anymore coffee?" Tim asked the butler.

"Yes, But not for you." Alfred said as he left the room, leaving Tim and [Reader] alone.

"Hey baby! You ready?" Tim asked her.

"To get my ass kicked? As ready as i'll ever be!" [Reader] stated with a chuckle.

"Dont be so harsh, you're getting better!" He said as he walked over and took her hand leading her down stairs to the old grandfather clock with the passage to the Batcave.

As they Walked down, [Reader] exclaimed "Gosh, how does it get colder down here every time?" and huddled closer to her boyfriend.

"I think Bruce is secretly turning down the heater."

"Why on earth would he do that?"

"I don't know but im not mad at it!" Tim said with a chuckle as [Reader] inched closer to him.

As the pair continued walking down the long corridor, they soon found the training area with all of Tim's siblings. Almost imediatley after [Reader] entered the cave, she was met with an abundance of "Hey!"s, "Heyo!"s, "Hi [Reader]!'s and many other greetings. The Female gave her greetings, then walked over and set her stuff down on a bench, next to Tim's.

"Ready?" Her boyfriend asked, entering the ring with a swift motion.

"As ready as i'll ever be!" [Reader] said as she walked over and climbed into the ring.

"On 3." Tim told her, giving her time to prepare.

"3..."

Deep Breaths.

"2..."

Don't do anything that will give away your secret.

"1!'

She lunged towards her boyfriend, arms out and ready to pin him down. He Narrowly avoided her attack, barely stepping back in time.

'Shit' she thought, ' he's definatley going to know now.'

"That's a new move! Where'd you learn that?" he said, jokingly. Suddenly, he countered by leg sweeping her. [Reader] did a back handspring, effectively dodging any further attacks.

'Wow, he's definitely not going to train with you any more.' she thought to herself, seeing the slightly shocked expression on her boyfriends face.

"Well if you're not holding back...' He said with a smirk. Suddenly he jumped forward and swung his arm. [Reader] grabbed his arm and flipped him, pinning him to the ground. She had won the fight.

"Ok you are definitely training with someone. Who is it? Is it Dick? I bet its Dick." He started rambling, with his face growing more and more confused.

"It-its not Dick." She said sheepishly.

"Then who is it?" Her boyfriend asked, now confused.

"My Sensei..." She mumbled, barely audible.

"Who?" he asked, not able to hear his female companion.

"My Sensei." She said, louder.

"You do karate? What level-i guess colors would be more appropriate- are you at? How long have you been training for? Why haven't you to-"

"I-i was nervous..." [Reader] said with a half-hearted laugh.

"Why would you be nervous?"

"Because i like training and learning with you, and i was afraid that you wouldn't want to train with me if you knew i already knew how to fight."

"Babe, i would want to train with you anyways. I think that that's so cool that you know all that. I will want to be with you always, no matter what. In training or... just in general."

"I love you, Tim."

"I love you, [Reader]."

"GET A ROOM YOU TWO! OTHER PEOPLE WANT TO TRAIN WITHOUT SEEING . . . ALL THAT!" Jason Interrupted, ruining the moment.

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artxyra · 4 years

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So I had this idea and I was wondering if you would write it. So damian has lived with his dad for a couple of years, he is 15/16 and his brothers have been nagging him about going on a date like a normal teenager for months now, and then one day he just snaps and screams at them " don't you get it I'm already betrothed!" His brothers are confused but try to help " I'm sure we can find a loophole and get you out of it!" "No. If the betrothal is broken the league will kill her."enter marinette.

Note: Well this story sounded better in my head, but it took forever to type up. I hope you enjoy it.

Damian couldn’t remember a time when his brothers didn’t make an attempt at his love life. Every other month (sometimes weeks) it was attempt after attempt. He hated it. At first, he humored his brothers, but that humor quickly turned to the opposite emotion. Though Damian’s biggest secret thought that it was hilarious, and it was.

Damian remembers their first attempt, he was only fourteen, been in the Waynes’ custody for almost four years. He remembers being tugged into a bathroom and then forces to wear silly fancy clothes. His brothers should have been lucky that he didn’t have his weapons on him. To them, it was to gain the high school boy experience since Damian refused to do any of the sorts. Shouldn’t they just happy that he has one friend at the very least? Nope, they really wanted Damian to have a sense of normality.

“Baby bird, every teen goes on a date. Please just do this for us.” It was Dick that had started the persuasion. Damian had only tsk and fold his arms against his chest. He was already fed up with all the bullshit spewing from the older adopted Wayne’s mouth.

“Why should I even do this? I barely know the har—girl and—” Damian begins to scowl as Dick interrupts him by tossing a vest for him to wear. He mentally gags at the texture of the vest. Damian had scene better quality, not that he’ll tell where.

“We promise it will be worth it.” It was Tim that adds to the conversation as Jason was to busy cleaning up his knife in broad daylight.

It wasn’t long after that was the date with a Gotham native. She wasn’t up to his standards; it was clear that she didn’t want to be with him for him. To this day he suspects that she only agreed because of the money. Damian tried everything to make the date super uncomfortable for the girl even going so far as to make up an explicitly detailed gory story. She left cursing his brothers, mainly Dick, out at the end of their date.

Damian had thought that would be the one and only time that would happen…he had forgotten the stubbornness that runs in the family. Failing was not an option as this continues for another four years.

“I’m sure it was a fun date.” A female’s voice says from the screen of his laptop, that was place on his dresser as he does shadow movements with his katana.

“It was tiresome, Angel, and quite frankly I’m getting sick of it.” Damian lowers the blade to his side and turns to face the screen. On the screen is a lovely female, around his age with long dark hair that drapes over her shoulders. She lets out a giggle.

“I’m sure they have the best intentions, besides it’s not like they know I exist, anyway.” She says rolling her eyes.

“Angel, I love you, but not even you can last an evening with the dates they have set up over and over again.” Damian sighs putting up the katana. He then picks up the laptop and goes to lie on his bed.

“Well, I’m sure it will all be fine. Besides, I have a surprise for you that is coming soon. Just hold out until then. Okay?” She says with a bright as a loud sound goes off in the background. Damian sighs and nods before ending the video call. He hates keeping her a secret, but it was the right thing to do.

It was a week later when his brothers came to him with another blind date proposal signally the tenth time that has happened in a span of a month. Everyone could see the growing frustration in the young Wayne heir. With the mention of dates, couples, restaurant, manhood, romance, it would set Damian off, although he was quick to calm down with a message from an Angel.

“Look Demon spawn, she is literally perfect for you.” It was an excuse, something for him to look forward to. No one is perfect.

“C’mon baby bird, she could be the one.” Another excuse. There was only one girl that was the one and she’s several hundred thousand miles away.

“Go, it all fancy and shit, also the NDA.” Ugh, this was becoming numbing. Damian could only wish to slide his fine blade across all their necks. Also, why the hell would Jason even mention an NDA to him in the first place?

“What is this? Another blind date for the young master?” Thank god for Alfred.

“Alfred, we promise this will be the last time.” That’s a lie and he knows it.

Damian could feel the growing headache forming at the back of his mind. Dick’s moving too fast, Tim’s giving him all the details about his so-called date, and well Jason is just being Jason.

“Enough!” Damian finally breaks. “The reason why I don’t like going on these so-called blind dates is because I’m betrothed to someone.” The word betrothed rings through the heads of his family members.

“Wha~!” Simultaneously, the older Waynes’ minds break.

“Is there any way you can break it off? A loophole even? How are you betrothed?” Shouldn’t that had been asked backward? They could all see the steam oozing out of Damian’s ears.

Crossing his arms and turning his back to his brothers, Damian looks down. “No, not unless you want a death on your hands. The only way to end a betrothal is to kill the other, that has always been the League’s away of things.” The second the last word left his lips, Damian walks away; he needs to talk with his Angel.

Still in shock, everyone turns to one another.

“How could we have missed that?” Tim screeches before taking a sip from his mug despite the shaking in his hand.

Dick was unsure what to say, think, or do. It’s not every day you learn the brother you’ve been setting up is engaged. An engagement that they could not break.

“I’m more worried who the brat is engaged too?” Jason murmurs then proceed to clean out his gun. His brothers stare at him with wide eyes unsure what to say to the second oldest.

For the next week after that bomb drop, his brothers continue to pester him about his betrothal, they even managed to include Bruce in the conversation a couple of times. If it wasn’t for Alfred, Damian knows that the pestering would have left someone in the hospital.

On a rare sunny day in Gotham, Damian had taken Titus out for a walk. It was clear his mind and to get away for the time being. Finding a nice park bench to sit on, he pulls out a small sketchpad and begins to sketch. Titus runs around enjoying the outdoors.

“Is this spot taken?” The voice sounded so familiar. He grunts ever once looking up the person afraid that he had misheard the voice. “Oh, c’mon Dams, I thought you would be happy to see me.” It was then that he looks up. In shock, he pushes the sketchpad to the side and pulls the person in front of him into his arms.

“I miss you.” He murmurs into her dark hair. “But how?”

“I managed to win the Martha Wayne scholarship, and then your butler Alfred got into contact with me about visiting.” She says looking up to Damian, though she was mainly seeing his chin due to their height difference. “You’ve grown.” She then pouts.

Damian lets out a soft chuckle, hoping that no one outside of his Angel heard him. His Angel places her head against his chest and together they stayed like that until Titus decided that he was some attention.

“Awe, he’s so cute.” She says petting the Great Dane.

Damian was internally happy to have her by his side for the first time in years. She’s the one that is perfect for him and it’s not because she was molded to be, but because she knows him inside and out.

When Damian, Titus, and his Angel returned to the manor, it is Alfred that they see first.

“Welcome home, young master, and Miss Dupain-Cheng.” Alfred greets the teen.

“Alfred, please call me Marinette, my last name can be a mouth full,” Marinette says giving the butler a smile. Alfred nods and proceeds to guide them to the living room. “So, this is the Wayne manor, those photos you send me Dams does this no justice.”

Damian once again chuckles knowing she’ll be in a heavily inspired by the architecture which will then cause her to go dark until she finishes whatever project came out of the inspiration.

“Angel, how about I give you a proper tour of the manor?” He offers to which she gladly takes.

Marinette had been staying at the Wayne manor for a couple of days before Damian brothers make their grand entrance. Without catching sight of the girl, they make their way to the youngest Wayne hoping to get some answers about his betrothal.

“Um, you can ask me if you want,” Marinette says from behind the boys causing an outcry of emotions.

“What you’re real?” It was Tim rubbing his eyes that speaks first.

Marinette awkwardly nods, “And you need sleep. I have a special brew that can knock anyone out within seconds.” She says to Tim before turning to the others. “I’m Marinette, nice to meet you.”

Dick and Jason stare at the girl lost for words. Dick was internally gushing about her size and how cute she is compared to Damian while Jason struggles to comprehend the person in front of him.

Marinette closes the gap between her and Jason. She looks over the second oldest and smiles sadly. “You have so much darkness around you. The same that used to be around Dams. I could help you if you want.” She says taking the male’s hand.

Jason was lost for words. This person was willing to help him. He wasn’t sure how to feel but the light flowing off of this tiny person was overpowering.

“That’s it you’re my new favorite sibling. I will protect you with my life.” Dick cries out starting the competition of who’s Marinette’s favorite brother-in-law.

Not surprisingly enough, Marinette warmed her way into the Wayne family. She even bonded with Steph, Cass, and Barbara whenever the girls came over for a girls-only day. Damian quickly was reminded why he didn’t want his family to know about her, seeing that he barely has time with her as his siblings take all the time away. Though it has it’s benefits. He can now visit Marinette in France without needing to sneak away and she could come to visit the manor whenever she wants.

Damian knew the moment he said “I do”, she’ll be his forever in life and in death just like he’ll be hers forever.

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alphaabucky · 7 years

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Why her...? - Bruce Wayne x Batmom!Reader

Anon - I have a request. Bare with me this is my first time asking a request.. Batman x Reader. Can you make it sad and have us in tears?? Don't really care what you write about just make it sad. Please and thank you.

So this consists of a lot of flashbacks, so flashbacks will be in italics, lyrics will be in bold and now time is normal. hopefully this isn't confusing. I don't know if this is capable of making anyone cry but please give feedback if I should do more like this! :)

Song this is based off of is old but its the best one that fits well I think - SONG

Warnings - Death, Cancer victim, crying, flashbacks, sadness.

Word Count - 2K

"I'm sorry, but I have to go" Tears fell from your eyes as you looked up at Bruce, his eyebrows were furrowed, clearly concentrating on not letting tears fall from his own. You reached your hand up and cupped his face making him look at you. "I'm sorry… I love you… but I have to go, you have to forget me" More and more tears began to fall. "I am never going to forget you…" was all he said, wiping away your tears with his thumb. “You have to, for yourself and for the little gremlins that we call our children." You tried cracking a joke, but Bruce wasn’t having it, his facial expression not changing from upset and maybe even angry. Silence took over the two of you before Bruce leaned in, placing a tender kiss on your lips. "Please don’t go… don’t leave us…" Bruce whispered against your lips, finally letting the tears fall from his eyes. "I'm sorry" You hiccupped, letting out a long breath in hope of calming your heartbeat down but failing miserably. "Y/N please…" Bruce whispered, watching you fading away from him.

The last thing the both of you say to each other…. “I love you”.

I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted,

I thought about our last kiss how it felt and the way you tasted,

and even though your friends tell me your doing fine,

are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he's right beside you,

when he says those words that hurt you,

do you read the ones I wrote you,

sometimes I start to wonder was it just a lie,

if what we had was real,

how could you be fine?

Cause I'm not fine at all..... It was now late at night, Bruce perched onto the gargoyle that he first saw you walking down the streets of Gotham alone. “Father?” Damian spoke up, grappling towards him and then taking a seat beside him. “Mother will be back soon” He said, staring up at his brooding father as he stared at the lamp post which was still dented by the man he ripped away from you that night when he tried to mug you; “wont she?” Damien continued, concerned from his father’s silence.

“Go back home Damian, spend some time with your brothers-“ “They’re not my brothers. Todd is an insufferable human being, Grayson is highly irritable and Drake is generally a huge pain in-“ “Spend some time with them. You never know when the moments with your most loved ones are the last. You’ll regret not spending time with them, taking care of them, laughing with them…” Bruce trailed off, noticing a woman walking buy who looked quite similar to you, but instead of walking alone, she was with a man who had his arm wrapped around her; the sight bringing a tear to Bruce’s eye.

“Will you be home soon after I leave you here?” Damian asked, standing up and taking out his grappling hook. Bruce gave a slight nod, Damian returning the gesture before grappling away back to the manor.

"Where's papa bat, demon spawn?” Jason smirked at Damian as he returned from patrol without him. “I believe father will not get over Mother for a while, he is still sat on the gargoyle he first saw mother at.” Damien rolled his eyes at Todd “he also told me to spend time with all of you, despite hating each and every one of you with a passion I will do as he wishes. Where are the others?” He asked, pulling off his mask. “Tim bet that Dick couldn’t watch a horror film without heaving” Jason shrugged, making his way back to the cinema room where Tim and Dick were at “How’s he doing?” Damien asked taking a seat beside Tim “he cracked almost 4 times, still waiting for it.” He answered and the other two boys groaned.

Meanwhile Bruce still sat at the gargoyle, could he have done something? What did he do to deserve the one of the only things that made him happy being ripped away from him? He felt like his heart had been ripped from his chest; but he didn’t want it back. "I hope you’re okay… I’ll always love you Y/N.” He spoke looking up to the sky before making his way back to Wayne manor.

I remember the day you told me you were leaving,

I remember the make up running down your face,

And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them,

Like every single wish we ever made,

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia,

And forget about the stupid little things,

Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you,

And the memories that never can escape,

Cause I'm not fine at all...

‘I love you…’

Bruce could still hear your voice say those words, your voice so full of hope, it was music to his ears; “I love you too…”.

“I must warn you my sons are a handful.” Bruce smiled, gripping your hand a little tighter. “I’ve always wanted a family. And if I get to have one without the pain of childbirth then that is a major bonus.” You giggled, earning a chuckle from Bruce before he opened the doors to the manor. “Welcome to your future home.” He smiled, opening the large door to reveal Alfred along with Dick, Jason, Tim and Damien stood in a line wearing something smart rather than their amour get-up.

“Welcome home Master Bruce, Miss Y/L/N.” Alfred smiles, along with the boys smiling before Damien coughs, gaining everyone’s attention.

“So, this is our new mother?”

Bruce laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling, longing to feel your warmth cuddle up to his side. "I wish that could wake up with amnesia... " He said to himself, tears freely falling from his eyes. "I wish I could see your beautiful face in the morning… Just, one last time..." He whispered, closing his eyes in order to try and stop crying. "Stop crying Bruce" He said to himself, sitting up and looking out of the window beside him.

"All these memories I try to forget, they can't escape from my mind...” He sighs, falling back into his original position and closing his eyes.

"I'm not fine at all…”

The pictures that you sent me there still living in my phone,

I'll admit I like to see them whenever I feel alone,

And now my friends keeps asking why I'm not around,

It hurts to know your happy and it hurts that you've moved on,

It's hard to hear your name when I havnt seen you in so long,

It's like we never happened was it just a lie?

If what we had was real,

How could you be fine?

Cause I'm not fine at all...

Wherever Bruce looked he saw your face, your pictures still hung up on the walls; family pictures, he smiled at some, especially the ones where Damien and Jason were mid argument on who would stand next to you, but Tim and Dick ended up being on either side of you smiling. Your wedding pictures were the ones that hurt his heart most, you were both so happy, everyone was so happy; but good things always come to an end.

"Bruce when will you be coming back out on patrol with us? Or just out in general?” Dick asked, coming up beside him and looking at the wall which Bruce’s eyes never left off. "I still need some time, Dick.” Bruce said back to him as he turned the opposite direction and walked away.

"It hurts so much… But I’m glad you’re happy now, in a better place." Bruce spoke to himself, sitting at a park bench; he needed time, away from things that reminded him of you. Even the boys reminded him of you, yours and Jason’s eye colour were similar, yours and Dick’s shared love for breakfast made by Alfred, the necklace Damian never fails to wear every day that you gave him before you left, and Tim and you had similar personalities; Bruce couldn’t get you out of his head.

He saw a woman walking to him, a shy, timid smile plastered on her face. “Hello.” She greeted, staring at the seat beside him, probably waiting for him to invite her to join him on the bench. “Hello.” He nodded to her, but then turning away almost instantly as he stared at the children playing on the swings, it reminded him of when you and Bruce sat on that exact bench and watched the boys play – not matter their age, they still acted like children. “With all due respect, I would like to be alone.” He spoke up, looking back to the woman who still stood beside him. “Please.” He sighed, and she nodded, turning and walking away silently back to her married couple friends.

“You need to move on Bruce…” He scolded himself, playing with his wedding ring as he sat there.

"It's like we never happened Y/N, you disappeared like a stone in the ocean, I don’t think ill ever love someone else as much as I loved you…” he whispers, kissing his wedding ring as if it would send a message to you. “I’m all alone, dying slowly inside…” another tear fell from his eye, he wiped it away swiftly before getting up from the bench and leaving, sending an apologetic smile to the woman before disappearing into the distance.

I remember the day you told me you were leaving,

I remember the make up running down your face,

And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them,

Like every single wish we ever made,

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia,

And forget about the stupid little things,

Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you,

And the memories that never can escape,

"I can never forget about you, however hard I try, I can't forget, I can't let you go..." He said to himself, staring at the ceiling again in his bedroom, curtains closed and lights off.

All he now feels is never-ending pain.

If today I woke up with you right beside me,

Like all of this was some twisted dream,

I'll hold you closer than I ever did before,

And you'd never slip away,

And you'd never hear me say, He woke up, turning on his side to see you sleeping soundly, a smile crept up onto his features as he moved the stray hairs away from your face back behind your ear, kissing your forehead as he did so. “What are you doing Bruce?” You smiled, squinting your eyes open as you looked up at him, seeing the love he felt for you in his eyes. “Admiring my beautiful wife.” He smiled back at you, leaning in to press a kiss onto your lips.

“FATHER! TODD STOLE MY GRAPPLING GUN AND IS HOLDING IT OVER MY HEAD ACTING AS IF IM A CAT WANTING TREATS.” Damian’s voice echoed through the whole manor, making you laugh and Bruce sigh. “HE STOLE MY FAVOURITE GUNS THE FUCKING BRAT” Jason’s voice followed. “MIND YOUR LANGUAGE YOU BELLY DANCING, DEADSHOT-WANNABE TOAD.” Damian’s voice yelled back, making the both of you burst into laughter. “WE ALL KNOW IM BETTER THAN HIM – IM THE RED HOOD.”

I remember the day you told me you were leaving,

I remember the make up running down your face,

And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them,

Like every single wish we ever made,

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia,

And forget about the stupid little things,

Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you,

And the memories that never can escape,

Cause I'm not fine at all.............

Bruce sighed, he couldn’t sleep; it was around 3AM.

He got up, making his way to the graveyard and stopping at a particular grave stone.

"Y/N Wayne

Heaven has gained another angel

Lost her fight with cancer,

A wonderful mother, a beautiful wife

D.O.B – Death date"

Bruce fell to his knees, his head resting against your gravestone and his tears darkening the stone. "Why her…” He cried, looking to the sky.

And I'm really not fine at all...

Tell me this is just a dream....

Cause I'm really not fine at all....

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