Number One Guy
Prompt: what if the significant other gets a puppy or cat and everyone feels kind of jealous cause they spend so much time with it.
You were sleeping, and not just any sleeping either, the totally content kind of sleep, where the temperature of the bed was just right, and Bruce’s arm was wrapped around you at just the right kind of tightness. So, when Bruce suddenly sputters awake, on your one day to sleep in, you’re more that a little reluctant to wake up. But, you do so anyway.
You can’t help but grin at the sight. There’s Bruce, bat glare having fully taken over his face, and the newest addition to your family is sitting on his chest. You move forward, scooping the puppy off of his chest, and cradle the dog in your arms. Bruce is still glaring as you kiss the dog’s fluffy head. “He just wanted to say good morning,” you explain.
“We agreed to no dogs on the bed,” Bruce stated.
Your lip juts out, and you place the rather oblivious puppy’s paws in a begging position. “He’s just a baby.”
“Y/N,” he some what sighs. You just grin, and move the covers to the side. Setting the puppy down on the floor, you grab your robe, and tie it. “Where are you going?” Bruce asks.
“He needs to go out,” you explain, before walking out of the room, he puppy right on your heels.
The manor is unusually quiet for a Saturday morning, but that can’t be helped. The boys are all out on missions, and Alfred is away for some sort of class reunion. Titus is waiting for you by the door, and Louis trots right up to him. Slipping on the sandals that now remain by the door, you let Louis out, following closely behind.
He’s not all that big, yet, but you know he’s going to be huge by the time he’s done growing, if those huge paws are anything to go by.
Despite being a purebred, he has no papers. He was a rescue from a puppy mill, the runt of the litter who needed a lot of time and attention in his early days. He’s a fairly new, but popular breed called a Goldendoodle. He’s cute, fluffy, smart, and barely sheds.
You’ve only had him for about two months, but you’re already completely in love with him. You call him your baby. You stumbled across him at a Wayne charity even for a local animal shelter. Administrators had been giving you a tour, detailing what needed to be done. You’d been more focused on the animals than the tour to be honest. But when you passed the little carrier with a teeny tiny Louis inside, your heart had melted.
They had quickly detailed his medical issues. Most of it would clear up, but he was deaf in one of his ears. That hadn’t mattered to you. You quickly sat through a class on bottle feeding him, and caring for him, and took him home that day.
Bruce had left the day before for a month long mission, and the boys were all gone as well. That left you, Titus, Louis, and Alfred in the manor. Alfred had taken one look at the puppy, shook his head and went to make lunch.
Over the next month you spent most of your days and nights bottle feeding and training the little puppy. Titus, the big lovable boy watches over the puppy somewhat. It reminds you a bit of Dick and Damian to be honest.
When Bruce comes home, he’s greeted to the sight of a destroyed pair of Italian loafers, and two dogs on your bed. He’s not all that happy about the situation, but he sees that it makes you happy, and lets it go.
He draws the line at you bringing him to work, or sleeping in your bed. You pout for a bit, but ultimately agree. As the dogs finish their business, they begin playing. Louis attempts a sneak attack on Titus, but fails.
You take a seat on the patio furniture, happy just to watch you dogs. A little while later the door opens and Bruce, fully dressed, joins you outside. “I thought you were coming back to bed.”
“They started playing, I didn’t want to ruin the fun.”
“Y/N they’re dogs,” Bruce states rather bluntly, and you raise an eyebrow in question. Your husband has been acting more than a bit strange lately. He seems more than a little put out. A theory had been forming in your head for a few days now, but you’ve pushed it aside because the idea of it being true is ridiculous.
Still there’s no harm in asking, “Bruce are you jealous?”
He straightens, and turns his head instead of answering, and you can make out the slightest blush on his cheeks. Smiling, you stand up and go to sit in his lap. His arms wrap tight around you, pulling you in close, and you kiss him.
“Bruce Wayne, I love you, you are the most important thing in my life, but…”
“But you’re gone a lot; for the League, for Gotham, for the company. You travel a lot, you and the boys, and most of the time I’m left here alone. And when you’re left in a big empty manor, you tend to get a little lonely. Louis and Titus they help with that.”
You smile, “Don’t apologize Bruce. I love that you’re Batman. I love that you help people, and save the world all while running a multi billion-dollar company and managing a home life. I just needed a little something for myself. You know other than work, or managing the computer while you and the boys are on patrol.”
“You’re a big part of our success. You give us a reason to come home, you love us, and provide warmth that was missing before you came here.”
You smile kiss him and simply say, “I know.”
You both laugh, and you suggest, “How about we go on a drive to nowhere?”
Bruce nods, “Best offer I’ve had all day. How does Louis do in the car?”
You raise an eyebrow in question, “Really, you’re going to make nice with my dog?”
Bruce kisses you senseless before explaining, “As long as he doesn’t wake me up anymore and realize that I’m your number one boy, we’ll all be good.”
You smile and say, “No Bruce, he’s my number one boy, and you’re my number one guy.”