“I’m lost without you...” - Bruce Wayne x Reader
#8. Going through a crisis together.
This is not a funny story, but after all the fluffiness I wrote lately, I wanted to write something…kinda sad. Not the angstiest story I ever written but…just not just fluff. There’s still some fluffy moments though, and maybe you won’t find it sad at all, maybe it won’t touch you (and didn’t proofread because of reasons), it’s also maybe a bit (a lot) cheesy but…Oh well, hope you’ll still like it :
-You have to choose mister Wayne.
-I…I can’t…how…how am I suppose to…
-If you don’t, they will both die. It’s as simple as that, you have to take a decision. Now.
Bruce’s head is spinning, and he cannot hear anything else but the fast beating of his heart. Why was this happening ? Why couldn’t something go right for once ? Hasn’t he and his family suffered enough already ?
He feels light headed and sits down on the cold metal chair, in a cold and way too bright hospital corridor. His sons are here, and he just faintly feels their hands supporting him, helping him sit down, stroking his back soothingly, hugging him to try and make him feel better…But he cannot feel better.
He has to make an impossible choice.
Mercilessly, the doctor insists once more, because time is running out :
-Your wife, or the child mister Wayne ? We cannot save both of them.
His wife, or his child.
How could he choose ?
He wakes up with a start, and by instinct reaches for you…but you’re not here. You haven’t been here for the past month and a half. Unable to soothe him back to sleep after one of his nightmare, as you would usually do.
Bruce felt like he was back when he was eight years old and just lost his parents. Back in Crime Alley that fateful night.
He couldn’t see the light, all hope had left him, all will of living slowly faded away, and he was full of so much anger and sadness.
Angry at the World, angry at life, angry at you…but the sorrow he felt was stronger. And he couldn’t use his anger, he couldn’t be strong this time, turn his life around to be able to live with the thought of loosing someone he loved so much, he couldn’t bear to live like this…Without you. He needed you. Your support. Your presence. Holding you in his arms was all he craved for…He looked at the spot you haven’t occupied in a month and a half and sighed.
He was almost hoping you’d open the bathroom door, and come back to bed with him, smiling…But you wouldn’t.
Not because you died, but because he “let your daughter die”.