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steve0discusses · 4 years

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Yugioh Episode 30 Season 4: The Dead Joey Shuffle

Lets ignore everything happening on planet Earth right now and talk about old ass anime, shall we? Yes, my sky turned a horrible end of the world yellow/orange color for an entire day because of a LOT of fire in my state. But thankfully, the winds have changed, the sky is blue...and I can write about Yugioh again.

Last we left off, Tristan, Tea, and Yami stumbled across two fresh corpses. Now, when Joey died a season or two ago (I honestly can’t remember when), we had my favorite storyboarder at the helm just sweeping emotion all over the field and the intense weeping for Joey Wheeler lasted for like 30 minutes. Yugi freaked out in the puzzle headspace for like half an episode and nearly gave up playing cards again, Yami punched a wall and then put a duel disk on Joey’s arm like a funerary send off to the afterlife, Tea started losing her mind and begged Yugi to drop out of the tourney so Yugi wouldn’t die, and Pharaoh was like “yo Tea, Yugi can’t talk right now can we do this later????” And then Tristan, out of nowhere, just started shaking Joey and screaming at him to wake up (and I think he punched him in the face and it got censored? Yo that episode is wild.) Joey got plugged to some Kaiba Corp med bay that had like 2 dozen weird sensors attached to his chest and feet to keep him alive. Serenity was like hyperventilating in the back, just a LOT of stuff was happening all at once.

But this time, with an ordinary animation team, these three kids are so distracted by the other corpse, that they only cry just a little bit before being like “woah what?”

And like this is their second time. Maybe they’ve gotten used to Joey being dead? Maybe they got it all out of their system and are now a lot more accustomed to the fact that they all must die. Several times.

Confronted with this Agatha Christie brand debacle, Tristan makes an incredible reach that is also completely correct. Like this is such an amazing incredible reach.

Hire Tristan as your detective, hot damn. There are like 7.8 billion Orichalcos-possessed people on this planet right now trying to kill Joey Wheeler and Tristan actually called the right one.

Yami never tells us who he blames, but it’s OK, because the show immediately cuts over to Dartz’ silicon valley fortress to tell us without telling us. So while this animation team isn’t as insanely extra as our previous animation teams, they still know how to edit their cuts to work alongside their dialogue just fine.

(read more under the cut)

Lets take a little while to just take this in. Someone took a while to make it, so rather than look at it for half a second before it passes--please lets count the number of floating streets in this scene.

So before when I talked about the history of San Francisco, I mentioned the old Embarcadero, which was a double decker street wrapped around the peninsula. (we still see parts of this double decker set up on parts of the highway to this day.) But what if--they actually have no idea that the Embarcadero was a thing before it fell down in an earthquake?

What if they just...wanted San Francisco to be vaguely cyberpunk in this universe and that floating freeway was supposed to be futuristic and not just an 80′s throwback?

Because there’s 3 streets stacked on top of eachother right here and yo there is no where in the city built like this. This is a Gotham situation where the poors live on the lower levels and the rich just kind of hang out on the top. We have too many Earthquakes in reality to ever support this setup but Yugioh...wow. They went for it.

Also, our art deco architecture isn’t quite in this style as Dartz’ mansion. Mind you, this isn’t full deco, and the structure has more of an ancient world vibe. But...while San Fransisco does have a lot of deco, it’s just different (sorry you’re not really here for the architecture but youknow, I’m an artist so I do think a lot about why concept artists may have gone where they went)

++++++++++RANT ABOUT SF DECO VS COMIC BOOK DECO FEEL FREE TO SKIP++++++++++++++

So I’m not going to dare say this is a mistake on the Yugioh team by any means, since Deco is Deco and who knows when Dartz built that building. But like I’ve seen the SF skyline many times in this show and it’s got some funky shapes in it that are just sooo off to me. They keep drawing a more Futurist New York. Truth is, we don’t have that many skyscrapers in SF.

Most of the pictures you see of scaling buildings are of this one area around the financial district--everything else is...pretty short. So in those photos they very carefully crop out all the really squat as hell buildings on either side of it, to give the impression that our city is super tall, much like a dating app.

And, as far as Art Deco Gotham-esque skyscrapers go, we got ones like this guy:

Where at a glance it’s like...that’s barely deco (and barely that impressive. This is 1/3 the height of the Empire State building.) Compared to a lot of cities in America, our skyscrapers aren’t as...clearly deco from far away? We don’t have the huge ass humps and long ass gilded lines of the Empire State building or the Chrysler building. You only really get those details when you zoom in.

Our other skyscrapers are kinda understated or modern in comparison. And the reason why we just don’t have many deco skyscrapers is because...our ground ain’t good for building skyscrapers at all, so it took us kind of a while to build up.

Like we got this tower that we built recently (the first skyscraper they built in SF in a good while) and they decided to name it the “The Millennium Tower” which...I know...good job, team, clearly you wanted to get cursed. Well the tower started leaning about 3 or 4 years ago, like well over a foot from it’s original spot, it’s just tilting and sinking away, and people are freaking out because it’s surrounded by other tall buildings so they’re like “damn it we’re gonna dominoes.” The people in charge were like “well...we don’t know why it’s leaning...but I’m sure it’s fine” and it’s like “the ground. It was the ground...you dumbasses” not to mention that it’s clearly cursed by at least one angry Egyptian Ghost but...what do you do?

I would absolutely watch the Yugioh spinoff season about the Millennium Tower and the SF tycoons that got possessed by a ghost and have to play card games to keep their tower from squishing all of San Francisco. Yo you should hire me, Yugioh, I got IDEAS.

Man...Yugioh predicting the future, how did they call the ill fate of The Millennium Tower????

But anyway, most skyscrapers in SF are kind of boring because they have to be sturdy as hell. But, they have some neat modern shapes (like the Transamerica Pyramid--in the shape of A PYRAMID that hasn’t shown it’s face once this entire Egyptian influenced anime)

I mean, come on Yugioh, it’s right there.

Also the hell is this weird UFO on this picture I lifted off of google?

Like I think it’s 4 jets?

I may have lifted this from an alien website, so forgive me, q-anon for lifting your image, I’m trying to talk about architecture in my Yugioh blog.

In fact the only building I (and google) can think of that is both really tall and deco-ey is this one:

And it’s a Marriot hotel built in the late 80′s. And honestly, it looks way more 1980′s Las Vegas than it does Deco. (It honestly looks like photobashing but made real, this is a weird building.)

And I could be wrong and overlooking a very important structure, but most of the city’s really cool art deco buildings are in the form of theaters, libraries, churches, schools, and houses--which are only a few stories tall. They’re gorgeous buildings with cool and different silhouettes, it’s just not very big.

Like I believe this is an old high school?

also a lot of our “art deco” has no idea if it’s victorian, deco, or art noveau so they’ll just hit all of it to see what sticks. It’s a lot more eclectic than other places where Deco is typically more...straight-lined. I kinda hate defining art styles as masculine or feminine but honestly it’s the quickest way to really hit home the difference between a Bruce Timm art deco that you’d see in a comic book, (which is very New York inspired) and what we have in San Fransisco which is really decorative and decadent.

The Yugioh SF just has no curvy nonsense and that really sticks out to me.

Ornate swirls get shoved Everywhere. Willy nilly. Just everywhere randomly. And it sits next to other structures that are modern and simplistic. It’s very San Francisco to have this old world next to new world.

And it makes sense. SF is the other side of the continent from New York, and about as far West as you can go from the movement going on in Europe. So...we made our own take and tl;dr the art deco in our city doesn’t look like Gotham at all.

And, while it’s not as grand or dark or iconic, it’s a good thing. It’s what helps make San Fransisco look really unique compared to other American cities--the fact that we're...short and eclectic. Our district with the skyscrapers is where it’s kinda boring, actually--the good stuff is when you get away from that. Where every little building has a spunky wild personality.

But in a show like this you gotta make it seem more grand and less homely so--they scaled up the buildings a lot more than we really have and homogenized all the stylings into one (and they axed every Victorian swirl because they don’t want to draw that). They really just turned SF into comic book New York--especially since I’ve only seen like...one steep hill since we got here.

It’s fine, and it makes complete sense why they did it, (I’m more confused as to why most of California is a Nevada desert so I can easily forgive a San Francisco without the right Deco) it’s just a very different energy.

and honestly...it’s an energy influenced by the tone of the show. Everything has a very dark blue-gray palate, and it’s because it’s literally the end of the world, Joey has died, everyone is sad...maybe it would be out of place to have a building that looks like it sparks joy? The harsh and cold lines do add to the gravity of the situation.

Maybe I would have done the same thing? In the end, the legibility of your story matters more than the accuracy of your story--especially when it comes to TV. Which is somewhat a controversial statement, and there’s exceptions when it comes to cultural stuff. But while the culture of San Fransisco was erased (a culture that they did draw in the beginning of the season! they did show alcatraz, a trolly, and the golden gate!), it is at a point in the show where...all of humanity is being erased anyway. Could also be symbolic? Maybe?

+++++++++++++END OF THE ART DECO RANT+++++++++++++

So anyway, stepping away from lovely buildings and into this gross ass abandoned park, Yami decides he’s gotta get himself to this gaudy ass Batman building ASAP.

He can ride a horse but he absolutely will not ride a motorcycle. Or touch Joey Wheeler’s dead body.

Which is wild because apparently there’s a Yugioh spinoff where all they do is ride motorcycles??? But from what I heard, Yami is not in it. Which is the most wild thing.

So uh...you know how much I love art details, lets take a long look at this one.

AH no.

Nope nope nope nope.

I hate this logo. It looks like an emperor penguin’s eyebrow thingies. Like a face with just four huge eyebrows.

Not sure why we randomly have a new logo. It’s nearly the end of the season, we’ve already shown the Orichalcos logo so many times. Was this episode made earlier in development than the rest? Is that why there were like - I dunno, put this random logo here... Maybe we’ll figure out the rest of the logo later?

I don’t know. This weird logo feels so out of place.

And then because I’m thinking about buildings...maybe it’s influenced by our Shell building?

Maybe? Or not? Just saying you got a round thing with radial lines hovering over a trellis...the possibility is there that they were inspired but had to edit it down for animation? Eh, I’m reaching desperately for anything that looks like San Francisco at this point.

Anyways, the front door of this building is an elevator (????) and in a somewhat confusing set of cuts, out of this elevator comes the murderer herself.

And she’s dead.

SO HAPPY I didn’t have to watch that card game but like...c’mon. There’s no way Mai would lose to Raphael.

Maybe that’s why they couldn’t show it? Because she’s the only person on this show who uses a themed deck with cards that actually sync with eachother? (outside of Pegasus’ toon deck and Grandpa’s voltron deck ((sorry it’s name isn’t voltron, I’ve forgotten the name of the robot that you build out of other cards. Exodus? Exodysseus?

It’s Exodia isn't it? Wtv. 2020′s been a real long one, all y’all.)) )

(don’t ask where the smoke came from, we don’t know. Maybe Yami felt like making it to be more aesthetic. It is a fun visual tic to the show.)

So Yami goes into this elevator instead of anticipating that this is obviously a trap. Like most would just decide to take the stairs instead, but Yami loves falling for a good obvious trap every once and a while (or, in the case of this season--each and every single time a trap is placed in front of him) and so this takes him directly to the fightclub roof of yore.

Ah. We started this season on fightclub roof, in like...2010 or whenever I started this season. Feels like forever ago. How long has the year of 2020 been? 20 years of my life? 40 years of my life? Was I in fact never born before 2020 started? I honestly don’t remember anymore who I was before this year happened. Probably because I inhaled just a hell ton of wildfire smoke and now my brain is a bunch of jelly beans rattling around in a jar.

Anyway, Raphael just hands Yami (by hands I mean throws aggressively) Joey’s dragon card.

A little unsure why he’d do this since...this is the weapon to destroy Dartz. Why are you giving it back to the Pharaoh? But apparently, Raphael did that to prove that he is the murderer of Mai, who murdered Joey and...youknow...the stuff that we know but would be pretty difficult for the people in this show to follow.

Mai’s voice actor seeing “Mumbo-Jumbo” and being like “Well if I’m doing this, I’m going to commit.“

WE ARE NEVER DUELING DARTZ.

I refuse that a duel with Dartz, in fact, ever happens in this season.

Kind of surprised whenever I see there’s still people left. SF is basically abandoned in comparison.

Thing is...that’s just SF on a holiday weekend.

And then, because Tristan’s in the middle of the street, the rest of the party has to try and run him over.

It is really funny to me that Seto went out of his way to ditch these people so MANY times, but keeps ending up around them again and again, and each time in a wildly different vehicle, each and every time it’s when these guys need a lift...he’s very quickly turning into the group’s soccer mom. Should’ve gotten a minivan.

And then this happens?

I’ll just leave this here:

I’m sure that fanfic writers everywhere rejoiced when Seto reached out a hand to catch Joey’s face from hitting the pavement. In all this was a bizarre animation and now that I’ve figured out my blender settings for the new update, I can finally cap little segments again.

Just don’t you dare flag me, tumblr. Hopefully segments less than 10 seconds long are fine.

Like there was this part where they had to just drag around Joey’s corpse over this rail, and it was Mokuba and Tristan just prying him up there like he were a potato sack and like...

...Joey’s gonna wake up with so many rail-shaped bruises! They do not treat him gently!

Then back on fightclub roof, Raphael made me do a bit of a double take when he accidentally implied the existence of another bean within that Pharaoh bean.

And no, Bakura did not show up at this point.

I would LOVE IT if Pharaoh biffed it a second time and Bakura suddenly took the reigns and was like “Oi loves! that was bloody easy!” but I...have a feeling that this team didn’t actually watch the episodes where Bakura is just vibing in that puzzle piece.

If this never comes back to bite Pharaoh in the ass...

It might never come back guys...I don’t know. How do these writers have this much self control to ignore Bakura for like a full season. How do you do it? I can’t hold a plot twist in for even like 5 seconds. How....how do you do it?

Anyways, now that Seto has Tea who has a map, they walk up to the entrance (I honestly forgot if they drove or walked because knowing this show, Seto would absolutely ignore the car. Either way, the Ferrari isn’t necessary anymore. Written right out of the script. Cars are hard to draw. Get rid of it)

You know, Mokuba’s seen an awful lot of corpses for a kid! Like 20ish corpses if you count the 2 times the Big 5 biffed it. Really should have left him with Rebecca! Youknow, the other kid the same age as him!

But it’s fine, we gotta train Mokuba to suppress that trauma deep, deep down like a proper Kaiba.

Youknow when I started this series I was like “I don’t get why everyone talks about the Kaibas so much, these two seem kinda like whatever” but now I’m on like S4 and like...I’m SO concerned about the Kaibas. With Yugi...whatever...he’s gonna be fine, but the Kaibas? Oh boy. Either one of them could go completely evil and I’d buy it.

And probably root for them.

And I know they won’t go full tilt, I’m pretty sure--but like...they COULD. I can’t say that about the rest of the cast.

Everyone’s made it!

Even joey’s weird coma/dead body for some reason!

Lol also I love this random sci-fi tech water tower next to Tea. What is that?

My drought senses are screaming, is that a huge ass water tower the size of a 4 story building next to Tea? Chances are, it’s got a jet in it or something because this is Yugioh, but...man. At least it doesn’t look like one of those rusty New York rooftop water towers. This show just completely not getting what SF looks like.

Whatever, he can resurrect the leviathan, maybe Dartz can make water?

Youknow, all you have to do to make California worship you forever is make rain. Screw this lizard nonsense. The man can power water. What’s he doing with this stupid snake?

But youknow, Yugioh just never really figures out how to harness the weather. They CAN and they do it all the time. But, do they use it for their benefit? Like freakin never.

Anyway, that’s all for now. I went on a looong rant about SF but maybe I’m just sick of my own house? Been a lot of fire and quarantine over here. It’s been messing with my head a fair amount so thanks for bearing with me and my weird ass update schedule (remember when I used to be productive? Was that just a dream I once had?)

But if you just got here, here’s a link to read these recaps in order, from the beginning way back in S1.

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

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ellana-ravenwood · 6 years

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Making him work for it - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Sorry sorry sorry, I said I would write a story with Logan and Deadpool, but this mini-fic idea just kinda...came to my mind and I had to write it. The fic with Wolvy will come soon, it’s just...I had to write that first, hope you understand. Also hope you’ll like it, as usual, feedbacks are more than welcomed :

There’s references to other stories in that one, and here are said stories : The first time he saw you and “Did that miscreant hurt you mother ?”

You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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It was very rare for him to be the first one to open his eyes...And yet, here you were, in his arms, still deeply asleep, while he was wide awake.

He always liked to wake up first, though it almost never happened.

Every night, you went to bed at the same time (so, very late...or very early in the morning, depends of the vision of things you have, and though you were less exhausted as you didn’t fight but “only” monitored the Batcomputer). But it always seemed like you knew when he was about to wake up, and woke up just a few seconds earlier. In any case, your eyes were more often than not already open when he stirred out of his sleep.

It was always a bit of a disappointment when he discovered you already awoken. Because then, he couldn’t see you wake up, couldn’t see the cute face you made as you opened your eyes, and the small sigh you’d make, cuddling more against him...

Yes. It happened rarely that he would be awake before you, but when it happened...Oh when it happened he surely enjoyed it very much.

It allowed him to observe you while you slept...Your face was always so angelic in your sleep, even if you were disheveled and were drooling. Even if you were too lazy the night before to take your make up off, and you looked like a damn panda.

He always thought you were just...So damn beautiful. And when you slept ? It just made him want to hold you forever and protect you above anything else.

He knew you didn’t particularly need protection but as you were in a deep slumber...Well, he’d shield you from anything really.

He promised you that years ago, that he would always be there for you.

And man did you NOT believe him at first.

The least Bruce could say is that you didn’t make things easy for him.

You really made him work for your heart.

Oh but he understood. He always understood...

And you were worth it. So worth it. Proof right now. Simply holding you in his arms while you slept filled him with such happiness...

He was so SO glad he didn’t give up, all those years ago, when it seemed like you were decided to test his patience.

************

The day after you just met :

Yesterday, you held your first charity ever, using your somewhat newfound fame to do good.

A few months ago, you released your first book and to your great surprise, it was an instant hit, launching you in front of the scene...And you hated it.

Being famous really didn’t go well with your anxiety. But it did had a few advantages...Namely : being able to convince rich fucks to give money to a cause that was important to you.

And so you did.

You worked so much on creating a decent event for what you believed in (easier access to books for disadvantaged people, for people too poor to even pay for a library license, and man there were a lot of them in Gotham).

The success of said event blew your mind away. You made ten times the money you hoped to make...And it was all thanks to one guy.

As a joke, you and a few friends who were helping you getting the charity on, send an invitation to Bruce fucking Wayne, the richest man in Gotham, knowing that he was probably too busy to go to some obscure charity happening in one of the worst neighborhood in town.

And yet, by some miracle...He came (you wouldn’t know for years, but Bruce was a huge fanboy of yours. He really REALLY loved your books, which is the first reason he came). With a bunch of his extremely rich and posh friends. They all gave a lot of money for your little project and...wow.

That guy had a lot of influence.

And the media coverage that came with his presence was insanely good for it. The people you cared about, the one that Gotham City always seemed to forget...will have access to a great library in their neighborhood FOR FREE, thanks to that man.

Thanks to Bruce Wayne.

He was truly incredible.

Though...Ugh. Damn. You couldn’t believe you gave him your number.

Everything happened in the heat of the moment...He gave a huge check to your charity, you met right after the speech you were forced to give (fuck all your friends for making you do this) so you were still a bit edgy, you had a bit too many flute of shitty champagne and you just kinda...Gave him your number.

Against your best judgement.

And now, you were staring at your phone, wondering wether you should answer or not, knowing damn well who it was.

You were afraid you’d get carried away again and just...give him what he wanted. Falling for his obviously false niceness and tell him...Tell him...

Tell him sure, you’ll go out with him (if he was calling for that...but for what else would he call ? For what else would he ask your number ? He did say you were “quite a woman” and asked you for it with rosy cheeks, which was a bit weird on a man as charming and confident as him, he even said “would you be up for dinner sometimes ? Can I have your number so I can invite you ?” and...Oh my God, what if he asked for something else entirely, what if he was just drunk or something, and you were just completely crazy to think he’d even remotely be interested in you ?! SO EMBARASSING !).

Oh but this was ridiculous ! Why were you so afraid ?!

You just had to pick the phone up and say : “sorry, no thanks, I’m busy” (assuming he was calling to ask you out...But like, it was barely eleven am, the event was yesterday and in fact finished barely a few hours earlier...So why else would he call ?!).

As you were finally gathering up the courage to pick up, the ringtone stopped.

You had waited too long...But oh, he’ll call back if he’s genuinely interested ! And then you’ll tell him that you aren’t ! Because you’re really totally not interested in Bruce Wayne. Tt.

But if you were planning to reject him...then why were you so mad, disappointed and sad when, four hours later, he still didn’t call back ?!

Tt. You knew it. He wasn’t serious. He was just playi...Pa-Ching.

The alert signaling you you just received a text message startled you, and after jumping a bit in the air, you took hold of your cellphone (and damn it was just so embarrassing how much you were shaking with excitement...)

“One Text Message”.

You took a deep breath and opened it :

“Hello (Y/N), it’s Bruce. Wayne. Bruce Wayne. We met yesterday and exchanged number, remember ? I sure hope you do or this is going to be embarassing. I’m sorry I called earlier, you did tell me yesterday that today would be your writing day, and that you didn’t like to be disturbed while writing. You also mentioned hating talking through phones and I’m realizing, as I am typing that, that I am still bothering you but I was hoping a text would be less intrusive on your writing time...Ok so here’s to the heart of the subject : are you available tonight ? For dinner ? Sorry for the short notice but I have unexpected free time. I’m also sorry I just wrote you a novel right there, I must have re-wrote that message about ten times to find the right words, but I’m afraid I’m not as talented a writer as you are. It seems that even via text you are making me nervous. Hope to hear from you soon, after you’re done writing of course. Sorry again, Bruce”.

What ?

You’re making him nervous ?

...Why ?

He didn’t seem that nervous yesterday (though he was, and it was the first time a woman made him sweat with nervousness like that)...

And he remembered you said it was your writing day ?

You were so sure he barely paid attention to what you were saying, just being polite and acting like he was (something he did with everyone else in his fake friends entourage...but you, you he truly listened to).

He was sorry he bothered you ?

He even recalled the fact that you hate talking through phones ?

He...re-wrote that text ten times ?

YOU WERE MAKING HIM NERVOUS ?!

WHAT ?!

Your hands type your answer before you can think :

“Ok”.

You simply write. And you facepalm yourself as soon as you send it, already regretting that you...Pa-ching.

His next message arrives almost instantly.

As if he was eagerly waiting with his phones in his hand, eyes fixed on it (he was...and during an important Wayne Inc meeting at that).

But a busy man like him could probably not afford wasting time waiting for a text message from a random woman...It’s true. He couldn’t. And yet, he did.

“Great ! I’ll pick you up at 8 pm. Can’t wait <3. Good luck with your writing, sorry again”.

Was it customary for a man like Bruce Wayne to apologies that much ? ...

And oh...oh this was dangerous...Why were you feeling so hot and fuzzy just because you were going to have dinner with him ? Just because of that little stupid “<3″ and his so called excitation ?

Him. Bruce Wayne.

Most eligible bachelor in Gotham City.

Known womanizer, a real playboy.

Exactly what you didn’t need in your life, another man who played games and that was bound to break your heart.

You promised yourself to be careful with men, after your ex cheated on you and was just a toxic person to be around in general...So why were you going out with Bruce Wayne ?!

The man who had a different girl at his arm every time he appeared publicly ?!

You were such an idiot, it almost made you want to cry...

Oh but if only you knew that right now, in the center of town, said Bruce Wayne couldn’t focus on a very important meeting because of you.

Because he kept thinking about you.

That smile that he printed in his brain last night.

Your sassiness that was so refreshing.

The way you were so unimpressed with him and how when he introduced himself as “Bruce Wayne”, instead of the usual “shocked and then wow” reaction, you just said : “Good for you” and looked the other way.

He couldn’t focus because he kept thinking about the texts he send you.

He was sure he had bothered you during your writing (even though you barely wrote, waiting for another call from him...you didn’t even notice you kept glancing at your phone whenever you tried to write, because why would you ? You didn’t care about him, right ?!).

And he couldn’t believe he ended his last message with a “can’t wait <3″...what, was he a fifteen year old teenage boy all of a sudden ?!

God he made such a fool of himself ! By text ! A feat he thought impossible..

How was it going to be live ?

Well, it couldn’t be worst than the night before, when he first met you and kept blabbering nonsense and getting stuck on his words...

Why were you making him feel that way ?! So nervous and un-charming and as if he was a little boy meeting his idol ?!

And oh you were so oblivious to the effect you had on him. As if you were just so sure he couldn’t be interested in you (and you were).

No one ever made him feel like that. Not even Selina.

It was so...weird.

And that evening, as he went home and proceeded to go through his dressing trying to find the right clothes to wear...Alfred couldn’t believe his eyes.

He never saw his master react that way. And that day, he just knew the woman he was going to meet would change his life forever.

(Y/N) he said you were called. What a beautiful name.

************

It was a disaster.

Of course Bruce Wayne would take you to the fanciest restaurant in Gotham.

And you felt utterly uncomfortable.

You’d been only since less than half an hour in the restaurant and you already wanted to run away. Far far away.

You were incredibly underdressed (though Bruce thought you were the most beautiful woman he ever saw), you wore almost no make-up, everyone was looking at you...You were on the verge of an anxiety attack.

And of course he didn’t notice anything. He was just trying to impress you with all his damn money and...

-We can go, if you want.

His words take you by surprise, and you jump a bit, startle. You were looking at all the cutleries, panicking a bit about what’s the use of all that, when he spoke.

He was looking at you...worryingly ? Like was that worry you could discern in his eyes ? But why would he be worried about you ?

In the most un-charming way ever, you looked at him dumbly and said :

-...Ugh ?

Yeah. Great (Y/N), so eloquent. You could have facepalmed yourself if he just looked the other way...but no. His eyes were fixed on you. He continues :

-If you want, and only if you want, we can...leave. Go elsewhere.

-What ?

Oh man, it felt as if his mere presence drained all your brain cells today...

-You’re clearly...uneasy. I’m sorry I chose this place, I realize now it’s a bit too much. Classy and overly posh.

You narrow your eyes at him and say :

-Are you saying I’m not classy, or not good enough for that place ?

Bruce raises his hand in a defensive manner and shakes his head with way too much energy before saying :

-No no, no of course not ! I’m not saying this at all, I’m just...hum...I...

Why couldn’t he find his words when you were there ? Why couldn’t he just tell you that he realized he had been an ass by bringing you in a place that was clearly making you uncomfortable ? He felt like his head was going to explode...

-Well I hope so. Because it really feels like you are. You know Mr. Wayne, it’s not because I’m not as rich as you that I’m less worthy or something.

You know you’re being unfair and that you’re overreacting a bit but...you can’t help it. And maybe it’s because you like him a bit too much that you’re trying to push him like that. Acting like an asshole would shield you from any pain...

Bruce blabbers nonsense in return to your diatribe and...it’s kind of cute.

Could it be that he’s genuinely sorry or something ?

No. It’s probably all an act. Someone like Bruce Wayne can’t really care about a random girl like you. He could have anyone he wants, why would he go through the trouble of being so attentionate ?

You look at him severely, arms crossed, pondering wether you should leave or not, save yourself a world of misery right now and...he stops talking.

He takes a deep breath and says :

-I’m sorry (Y/N). It was inconsiderate of me to bring you in a place where you can’t be yourself. Or rather, where you feel like you can’t be, because let me tell you, I would love nothing more but for you to throw some sarcastic comments their way -he shows a group of extremely posh old women who look at you judgingly- And it was untactful of me to say things...like I said them. Please, forgive me.

You raise an eyebrow in surprise. You were surely not expecting this. Wow.

Your guard falls down a bit and it scares the hell out of you. You shake your head, about to say you probably should go, but he’s quicker :

-Please, give me another chance. Let’s get out of here and...do what you want.

All you can muster is a weak :

-Why ? ...

And his answer makes you feel like you’re definitely screwed :

-Because I want you to have a good time. It’s important that you do...

Oh damn. If he keeps up with his fake interest, you’re really going to fall for him...It’s really dangerous. And yet, you nod, and you take his hand and follow him out of the restaurant.

************

He’s overdressed.

But he doesn’t care, because it seems like you’re finally relaxed. It’s all he ever wanted.

You’re in a cheap and dirty diner, eating horrible food, and the conversation just flows freely between you two, even if you’re still a bit on edge.

It’s so natural though. As if you were friends since years. And for a moment, you forget your suspicions and just enjoy your time with him.

But the fun is soon cut short by your worst nightmare...Paparazzi.

And a question one of them throws yours and Bruce’s way :

-Mr. Wayne, who is the lady ? A foreign actress ? A ballet dancer ? The daughter of someone important ? Who is she ?!

Your books might be famous, but your face isn’t (at least for now). And those questions suddenly make you feel hyper aware of who you are with...

Bruce Wayne.

The man who only dated famous people. The most beautiful women from around the world. And why would he go out with you ?

Suddenly, awful goosebumps run through your body.

You can’t believe you were so damn stupid.

You can’t believe you bought his “nice guys” outlook, and the way he seemed genuinely interested in everything you were saying.

You can’t believe you fell in his trap...This was all a publicity stunt.

Of course. Taking out a nobody from the Narrows, from the poorest district in the city...It would make him look really good.

Was it a coincidence that not too long ago, some allegations about his father’s involvement in Gotham’s mafia surfaced ? And now he was pity dating a poor girl (even though the success of your book made you quite rich, you still identified as someone from the Narrows) ?

Even now, as he tries to shield you from the cameras (not doing a great job by the way), and doesnt answer them...Damn it’s so obvious !

You’re just a publicity stunt !

-I can’t believe I was such an idiot...

You murmur to yourself, and he turns to you saying :

-Excuse me ?

You stand up abruptly, and tell him :

-I’m not going to just sit there and serve your hidden agenda, “Mr. Wayne”. Go fuck yourself. Good bye.

Bruce is completely stunned by your words, and just look dumbly as you leave...The Hell just happened ? Everything was going so smoothly ? Until...Oh. The paparazzi. It must have scared you away..But what was that about a hidden agenda ?

Bruce was confused. A bit lost and...what was this pinch of pain he felt in his heart, as he saw you leave the diner angrily ?

What did he do ?

The next day, pictures of him looking absolutely clueless would riddle the papers of the city, with the caption “The woman who stood Bruce Wayne up”.

************

You ignore his calls but the least you could say is...The man was insistent. You listened to all his voice messages and...You stopped after the third one. Because the way he worded things made you want to call him back, but you knew he was just playing again.

He was just enjoying the chase. Once he’d get you, he’d go to another woman.

For two days in a row though, he kept calling you over and over again (so much so that Lucious Fox, at Wayne Inc, kinda got worried..what was going on with Mr. Wayne ? Why was he so...unfocused and glued to his phone ?) , until you snapped and finally answer :

-WHAT ?!

There’s a little silence, as if he wasn’t expecting you to answer (and he wasn’t) before he finally says :

-Oh. Hi. Hum...

Another silence. He rehearsed what he’d tell you so much but...now, yet again, he found himself speechless. Oh he longed to hear your voice...AND IT ONLY HAD BEEN TWO DAYS !

-Listen, if you’re calling for nothing, just don’t. I’m busy, I’ve got a deadline to meet so...

Your words act like an electroshock on him and he says hurriedly :

-I think there has been a misunderstanding between the two of us !

-Oh you think ? Probably yes. I thought we were going on a date, but you just used me to look good !

-So that’s what this is about. I figured that much when you bolted calling me an asshole...

-As a matter of fact, I didn’t call you an asshole. I told you to go fuck yourself.

He chuckles at the end of the line and...it makes your heart miss a beat. What a cute laugh...You shake your head. No. You can’t fall in his trap again. You’re about to tell him to go pleasure himself once more but he’s faster :

-There is the misunderstanding. May I know why you think I am...”using you” ?

You’re angry. Because he’s clearly mocking you right now, and so you tell him what you think and when you’re done, you’re a bit out of breath, beyond annoyed.

His voice sounds serious now, as he says :

-With all due respect...you’re wrong. If I wanted to “look good” I would have gone to a charity, instead of taking you out. Or I wouldn’t have followed you to that unknown diner and stayed at the fancy restaurant. There is bigger things I could have done. Most definitely. And I hope I don’t offend you by saying this. The truth is I...I genuinely wanted to spend time with you. My mistake if I made you feel...unwanted or something. I’m not always very good socially...

Eh ? That was a first, Bruce Wayne not being good socially...He continues :

-I’m sorry if it looked like I didn’t care about what you said. I really did. I really do. I’m sorry about the paparazzi and if I made you think in any way you were just...a mean for me to look good.

You’re starting to feel stupid. Because now that you’re thinking about it, it doesn’t really make sense that he would use you like this indeed...But you still can’t believe he genuinely wants to get to know you.

His next words kind of lost themselves as you’re thinking about everything. Maybe you weren’t a publicity stunt but...you still think that he’s chasing after you only because you’re not impressed with him, only because you make it look like you don’t care...

-So what do you think. Give me yet another chance ? I promise I’ll...fix things. I’m going to show you that I’m not using you. I’m going to prove to you that I...I’m...that I like you and...

-That’s ridiculous Bruce, you don’t know me. We met like, four days ago.

You can’t help but cut his speech off, as you pay attention to what he says once again. He “likes you” ? Tt. Suuuure.

Bruce take a deep breath a bit away from the phone, but you can still heart it. He continues :

-Yes I know. But I want to know more about you. And even if we met four days ago indeed, I...I’m...I don’t know how to say it. And that’s the thing. I’ve never been speechless with women. I always knew what to say to have them.

-Wooow, definitely convincing me right there Bruce. “To have them”. What a gentleman.

-That’s not what I meant I...my point is with you...I don’t...You’re giving me a headache.

-Wow, easy on the compliments tiger !

-No but it is a compliment (Y/N) ! It’s a good kind of headache !

-If you keep going Bruce, I’ll give you a not so good kind of kick in the nuts.

-Here ! This ! Exactly that ! This is why I like you ! This is why you give me a headache ! Because I have to be myself with you, I can’t be fake because you call my bluff instantly and...it’s great. It’s great to be me. I...Hum...

There’s a silent, that you do not break because...you’re kind of curious what he’ll say. The thing about him being himself with you hit you more than you thought it would. He says :

-You...You couldn’t kick me in the nuts anyway.

You’re a bit taken aback by that, like, what ? He was doing so well...But you can’t say anything as he continues :

-Or you could but...For that we’d need to go on another date.

Oh. Smooth motherfucker. You catch yourself smiling slightly at how he turned the table around...But you don’t answer. Let him marinate a little bit. It works as he says :

-I mean, if you want to. I would understand if you’re not interested. And I’m sorry I’m holding you on the phone so much even though you hate talking through it and...I mean yes, if you want, we could go out again. Where you want. I can wear something to hide who I am.

-I thought I made you feel like you could be yourself.

-Yes, no, I meant, to hide my identity so we’re left alone !

Oh. He knows you’re the one playing with him right now, making him work to get this date, stumbling on his words and trying so damn hard to say the right things...It’s the first time in his life he has to convince a woman to go out with him. He blabbers some more when you finally decide to end his suffering by saying :

-Well, I mean, I’m really busy (it’s not true) so...I guess I’ll tell you when I’m free ?

-Oh. Yes, yes of course ! Anything you want ! I mean I’m busy too but...I’m sure we can figure something out. What are you doing next Saturday ?

-I just told you I’ll tell you when I’m free, Bruce.

-Oh, right. Yes. Ok. Hum...You can text me or...call me. This is my personal number so, you’ll always have me and not my secretary and...yes. Ok.

You don’t answer, and he says :

-So...Waiting for you ?

You hung up.

You don’t feel proud to toy with him a bit like that but...you can’t help but think that Bruce Wayne needs to be tossed around a bit. He sounds like a man who always has his ways, so it’s quite satisfactory to be the one in charge on that matter.

If he truly wants to be with you, which you highly doubt, he’ll endure it.

In your head, you start to foment a plan to truly test his commitment. To make sure he’s serious and not just fooling around and such.

And so your testing starts...And it starts with you not giving him any news for a week and a half. When you finally do, it’s with a short text that reads :

”Gotham piers. 9 pm (busy before). Tomorrow. You in ?”

And his incredibly quick reply :

“Yes, perfect. I’ll be there.”

************

Bruce had been waiting for days for you to contact him. He was starting to think he should just call you again when he received your cold text...Damn you.

If it was any other women, someone he didn’t really care about, he wouldn’t even reply. A few girls in the past, tried to make him wait...only to discover that he was already pass them.

He was Bruce Wayne. He was getting girls only for his playboy cover. He had no time to waste with players. And yet...yet with you.

He’s the one that fell in your trap. But he couldn’t blame you.

He wasn’t the greatest detective in the World for nothing. He knew why you were doing what you were doing. You didn’t trust him.

Why would you ? You didn’t know him and he had a terrible reputation with women. The simple fact that he would forget one just because she made him wait was enough for you to be wary of him.

But with you...he really wasn’t playing. He was ready to put some effort in wooing you. And he didn’t understand why !

At first, he thought it was because you barely registered who he was, at your charity. He thought it was because it seemed like you didn’t care, and his competition side took it as a challenge...

But he quickly realized it was much more than that. You were just...irresistible. You attracted him in every way.

Your wittiness, the way you didn’t hesitate to tell what you think (no one ever left him alone in a restaurant, telling him to go fuck himself...), your smile, and when you let your guard down and genuinely talked with him...

In the diner, before the paparazzi came, you and him had such an interesting conversation...you were talking so passionately about books, and about how you wanted to make Gotham a better city to live in for everyone...He was captivated.

And so...he’d let you play with him, to the risk of having his heart broken.

************

You were at the piers, and when he arrived you definitely appreciated the way his (perfectly chiseled) jaws dropped.

You did really try to look good tonight. Sexy.

You were a very insecure woman, and hid most of your anxiety behind a wall of sarcasms and wit...but there were the occasional times where you’d stand strong for a cause.

Defend the defenseless. Talk back to your boss. ...Genuinely make an effort to look great for your “date” with Bruce Wayne.

You wanted to show him what he could miss, if he wasn’t being serious. And by the look he gave you (though he tried to hide it, what a gentleman), the fire he had in his eyes when they lingered on your bare legs...

It almost annoyed you though, this look...up until his eyes crossed yours and he ignored your cleavage and such, and just bore into your eyes.

Just look at your face, and he seemed so fascinated...

You didn’t understand why he would look at you like that.

That night, you spend a great evening on the piers, eating a hot dog and talking. And he seemed genuinely interested in you. He barely looked again at your legs or cleavage (it was so hard for him not to, but he wanted to show you he didn’t want you just for that), and just...listened and talk freely with you.

It was really nice.

And dangerous. This had to be an act...and damn Bruce Wayne was a good actor.

Years later, you’d realize how much he actually gave in just to woo you...Like the fact that every time he went on a date with you, he’d leave Gotham in the hands of his cousin, Kate Kane aka Batwoman.

Like, for him to give up, even just for one night, being Batman...It was huge.

But on the spot, you didn’t realize that, and you were still suspicious.

************

It was always such a lottery when he brought you gift.

He made a list about the “do” and “do not”.

No flowers, you disliked them and thought it was morbid to give something that was dying to someone, just to show your affection.

No chocolate, you hated chocolate (at least, so you said).

Books were always good.

Clothes...depended on your mood. He had yet to learn how to read you on that one...

Nothing too expensive, no helping in your personal life (you hated handouts).

Yes to practical things. He bought you a pair of socks when he noticed yours had a hole in them...seemed like you really appreciated it.

No gift at each dates, only sometimes.

************

Sometimes, he didn’t really know if you liked him or not.

More than once you hinted at the fact that there were other guys interested in you (and he didn’t doubt that, you were so great !).

It always made him incredibly jealous, a feeling he never felt before...Was it what you wanted ? For him to be jealous ?

The truth though, was that you were just trying to shield yourself. Because what if he kept his options open too ? It’d break your heart to know he was flirting with other women...

************

Sometimes, Bruce felt like he should just give up...You’d warm up to him, you’d kiss him back when he’d dare to kiss you goodnight...and then you’d ignore him for days again, saying “no, busy” every time he asked you out, wether it was for lunch or dinner or anything.

But Alfred told him something that made him think. He just said : “Some people are hard to crack. They got hurt so much that they have a defense mechanism, and it’s difficult to know exactly how their system work...I’d say most people think that of you, Master Bruce, but you wouldn’t believe me”.

And maybe that was it...Maybe you were just trying to defend yourself because you got hurt in the past ?

************

It was difficult to know what you wanted...Or rather, wether you wanted him or not. Your mood were so changing.

Sometimes it seemed like you finally trusted him, sometimes it felt like it was the opposite, as if you thought he was acting...

You’d tell him things like “I always feel so at easy when I’m with you” and other “I couldn’t wait to see you”, but if he told you such things, if he told you how much he liked you...You’d walk backward and be suspicious and annoyed and just wouldnt believe him.

A few times you asked him “why me ?”, and his answers always seemed to trouble you.

-Because you make me feel like I can be myself. Because you’re intelligent. Beautiful. Interesting. Funny. Witty. Because your smile is infectious. Because your laugh is hilarious. Because your taste in movie is great, and because you can dance and aren’t afraid to do so even if it’s in the middle of the street. Because because because...

You just didn’t seem to believe you, and Bruce just didn’t know how to prove you meant the World to him...But he was determined to chase after you, forever if he had to.

************

One day, you asked him, in the middle of the day, if he was free.

He wasn’t, but it was so rare for you to ask for him in such a way that he made himself free...He met you at the piers.

Your first barrier broke that day, as you talked about your cheating abusive ex.

He didn’t know why all of a sudden you decided to talk about it (you had cross path with him in the streets, and he had been awful...that’s why), but it made him understand you better.

And to show you he could be trusted with such informations, he talked to you about his parents. He never talked about his parents with anyone before...Of course, there was no reasons for you to trust him on that.

As far as you were concerned, he was saying that to every girl so they’d take pity in him but...You did believe him, because there was something in his broken voice that felt more than real.

That was a first step for him to your heart.

************

You were always on edge, the first few months.

Always ready to drop him. At the first sign of him just playing with you, you’d leave...but things were getting more serious and serious every day and...it scared you.

After you talked to him about your ex, you don’t give him any news for two weeks straight. Because...he knows too much.

You just can’t let a “man like that” enter your life.

A...Man like that...Like what exactly ? Bruce showed nothing to you but devotion and interest and...but...if it was all an act ?

You’d never come back from that broken heart, if it was an act. So you kept being evasive, and played hard to get.

During those two weeks without news from you, his mind was plagued with your face. He couldn’t focus, and he realized for the first time that...He...He was in love with you.

That was the only explanation as to why he reacted that way.

He loved you. And it was bad. Because for the first time, he started thinking about his night activities, and how you’d fit in that...Would you accept it ?

Oh. OH !

He realized that he wasn’t worried about letting you come into his world. About telling you he was Batman. But about...you rejecting him because of this.

You not understanding even though you always seemed to understand him so much. And it terrified him, because it would mean a life without you and...he slowly realized how screwed he was.

During those two weeks, he couldn’t think of much else but you...and it was almost fatal to him. During a mission, he wasn’t focused enough, and nearly died...

Alfred took things into his own hands.

***********

Two weeks. Two weeks without talking to him. It was like torture...But you realized that it was kind of good.

Like a sevrage, as if he was your drug.

And he...kind of was.

He was the only one with whom you didn’t mind talking on the phone, the only one you exchanged stupid text up until late at night (you still laughed a lot about that time you asked him : “If a zombie bite a vampire, what would happen ? Would the vampire turn into a zombie, even if he’s already dead ? OR would the zombie, drinking the vampire’s blood, turn into a vampire ? Or both ? Or nothing would happen ?”, and he very seriously answered, “scientifically” ...damn he was so great. And if only you knew he answered your text while being a night vigilante).

But you had to take some distance. Because it was...it was the first time you felt that way. You were pretty sure you were in love with him already and...it terrified you.

You kissed him already, but you guys never went further, as you thought if he could wait it would mean a lot. And he never pushed you or anything...

But you were terrified that...once you’d sleep with him, it would be over. He would go to the next girl, who probably wouldn’t resist as much as you.

You guys were seeing each others in secret and just...if he didn’t love you back, it would be the end of you. It sounded very melodramatic but it was the truth.

He was older, richer, better in every way, could have whoever he wanted (quite literally)...So why would he want you, out of everyone ?

And so you took some distance with him, to breath, to think about your next step...

A knock on your door distracted you. You opened and...

-Alfred ?

-Hello Lady (Y/N), may I come in ?

-Hum, yes. Yes sure. Come in.

You don’t know why, but you’re instantly worried...Why would Alfred come to see you ? Was Bruce alright ? Oh you wished he didn’t send his butler to break up with you (even though you weren’t really dating).

-I am here because of...Mr. Wayne.

************

Bruce was brooding in his cave when he received a text from you.

He felt his heart flutter as he saw your name appear on the screen, and opened the text eagerly.

“Are you free right now ? I need to see you.”

“Need”. You said “need”. It made him too damn happy, it was almost ridiculous...He quickly answered that yes, he was free, and you told him to join you at the piers.

************

You surprise him by kissing him fully on the lips, even slipping your tongue in his mouth, as he came to you.

With hazy eyes, he pulls away as you let go of him and just says :

-Wow...

And he wasn’t done with his surprise.

There, you told him you were sorry about making him wait for two weeks, but that you had to think.

You thought a lot, really.

About you and him.

And you came to that conclusion...”It’s better to feel pain, than never feel at all”, therefor, you were ready to genuinely give it a shot.

To not be just on edge about him being your boyfriend or not. To not awkwardly answer : “oh he’s a good friend of mine” whenever your friends would ask wether or not you were dating Bruce Wayne.

You were ready to truly be with him. Though you weren’t ready yet to go full out and be open in front of the media...

He kissed you with so much passion that night, that you were sure you took the right decision. And of course, he told you that he was waiting for that since so long that...Yes. Yes he was ready too to actually date you.

Bruce would never know what changed your mind, what made you stop playing hard to get, and finally give yourself to him (in every sense of the term, as a few days after your declaration, you were waking up in his arms, in his bed, with absolutely no clothes on your back).

He would never know, and he never really tried to know, too afraid that his questions would push you back into your shell...But if only he knew.

************

-Do you...want some tea ?

-No thank you, Lady (Y/N).

You were trying not to freak out. He said it was about Bruce...What about him ? Was he really here to break up with you ?

-I am here, as I said, on behalf of Master Bruce.

-Imma stop you right there. Tell him that if he wants to break-up, even if we’re not technically together, he should come himself and...

-What ? No no, he doesn’t want to...That’s quite the contrary ! To be perfectly honest, I’m not actually here on behalf of him. I’m here...I took the initiative because...I wanted to ask what were your intention with him ?

-My..My intentions ?

-Yes, are you serious or are you just toying with him ? Because he went through so much already, if you’re just toying, please stop.

This hit you like a tsunami.

You ? Playing with him ? But...it was the opposite ! Right ?

-He is very fond of you, Lady (Y/N). Enough to cancel important meetings at his company to go see you to get ice cream and whatnot.

You never thought about it...How he always seem to find time for you even if you knew he was extremely busy...

-And I must ask...are you fond of him too ? Or are you just planning on breaking his heart ?

You’re taken aback by all this. Way more than you should be.

Because...you didn’t do anything wrong, did you ? You simply gave him a taste of his own medicine right ?

...Did you really though ? He did have a reputation of being a womanizer but...was it the truth ?

You always thought, even before you knew him, that there were more to Bruce Wayne than he was leading on on TV...but he really was a playboy right ?

Maybe he was...but he never been with you.

And suddenly, you have a flashback of every single time you saw him.

How the first time you met him,he seemed so flustered and nervous while he was always so confident when you saw him on TV. Though at the time it just felt like he was mocking you, you could see now that he was just...Crushing on you already ?

On your first date, as soon as he saw you were uncomfortable, he let you take the lead and made sure you were relaxed...and he called you back, even when you told him to “fuck himself”...

He always seemed to remember things about you.

No peanut, you were allergic to it. Strawberries were your favorite fruit, but in general, you liked salty things more than sugary stuffs. You didn’t really have a sweet tooth. Books over flowers, every time. No chocolate, it made you want to throw up cause you hated it...You disliked phones...

Yes.

Whenever you told him something, he remembered.

Because...Because he cared.

He told you how it was difficult to remember everyone’s names at galas and such (later, you’d discover that he used Wayne tech in his bow tie...facial recognition haha), and yet he could recall things you told him weeks ago...

No matter how dry and cold you were to him, he kept coming back. Not because he liked the chase but because...

-He’s really, REALLY fond of you.

Alfred insisted, raising an eyebrow...And just like that, your mind was made.

You just needed that little push. Someone out of your little “game” between you and Bruce to...know.

To know he wasn’t actually playing. You were the only one doing so.

He was genuinely interested in you, for reasons you didn’t understand. He was...He was...He was fond of you.

This was the first time you hugged Alfred, and definitely not the last.

************

Bruce never knew what convinced you he was serious. And he didn’t really care to be honest...He was way too happy you did “surrender”.

Too happy you gave him your heart, finally.

Too happy you realized that he was ready to give his entire being to you, and to see you were willing to do so too...

Too happy. You always made him too happy. And damn he was glad he didn’t give up, glad he stayed even when you were being a bitch to him (and it was only fair, as he would be quite an ass to you in the future as well, being a man with a lot of issue...but you’d never give up either).

And here, laying in his bed with you in his arms, he never regretted that long chase after you. Never.

For now, you’re opening one eye, then the other, and make that cute “waking up” face he loves so much...

-Hey Broosh...

-Hey my love.

You smile hazily, still a bit dazed and tired. And he can’t help but holding you a bit tighter, submerged by a wave of love for you.

In those kind of moments, he understood why you made it so difficult for him to catch your heart. It made everything even more worth it...

And as you snuggle against him, he can’t help but sappily think he’s the happiest man on Earth, and he’s oh so glad he caught the most beautiful and amazing creature in the World.

You.

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Just a really shitty thing that was supposed to be a mini-fic but isn’t...I feel like it’s too long and stupid. And it doesn’t make sense ? Like it’s unnatural ? I don’t know I just had a random spurt of inspiration and wrote everything without planing stuffs (as usual) and didn’t re-read and just wrote words after words without thinking so...yeah, might be very crappy.

As usual, feedbacks are very VERY welcomed.

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