henrycavillHi Everyone! I’m back! As you can see, I’m here in beautiful Paris. Far more beautiful than I remember in fact. So much so that its been inspiring me to get out and about and do as much running as possible. Which is a good thing because the Durrell Challenge is just around the corner. How’re you all doing with your running? #Paris#DurrellChallenge#CookieDuster
It really is good that DC has been writing their LGBT characters as smooth as silk into their stories lately, as normalizing it will always have a more profound impact on the marginalized than sensationalizing something as human as being who you are.
Five times they pretended and the one time they didn’t [1/6].
Hi! It’s been a long time since I posted any content that are not requests or asks. The first one was this so check it out if you have not! There are six parts to this (as written there!) so hopefully you enjoy this one too.
You had not really wanted to see this Broadway
show but somehow Bruce just had a way with words and now you find yourself
waiting in the lounge, surrounded by people who are too far stuck-up in their
own pretentious lives. All you wanted to do was to just curl up on your bed and
read through the books you have long forgotten about but leave it to Bruce to
know when to pull you out of your self-induced seclusion.
You had been minding your own business when a
couple appeared beside you. “Y/N? Is that you?” You turned out when
you heard your name being called and regretted that decision almost immediately
when you saw who the voice belonged to.
(You were grateful that you had mastered how
to control your facial expressions because you were quite sure you would have
grimaced and flinched).
Standing in front of you was your
ex-boyfriend. The same one who had dumped you because you had not fit his
parents’ standards and also because you did not want to put out (apparently
being close friends with Bruce Wayne automatically painted you in the same
colour as him).
“Oh, hello.” Your eyes quickly
scanned for Bruce - he had been pulled away by some business partners of his
earlier hence why you were alone - but to no avail, you could not find him.
“How are you?” The smile on your face was as fake as the nasty look
your ex’s date is giving you.
Your ex smiled. The same smile that used to
get you tongue-tied and tripping over your own two feet. Your eye twitched
slightly: if he thought you would still be falling over for him just by having
him smiling at you, he was wrong. It could not be denied that once upon a time,
you would have melted but not now.
“It’s good to see you.” You told
him and glanced at the date he brought. “New girlfriend?”
The woman’s nose flared and a scowl appeared
on her face but your ex simply pressed a kiss to her cheek. She melted against
his hold. You almost barfed in your mouth but you still had a reputation to
“Fiancé, actually.” He gave you a
wicked smile before giving you a once-over. “I suppose you attended this
alone?” He asked before leaning forward, causing you to tense. “I
would not mind leaving her if you asked."
Before you could even give a smart reply, an
arm snaked around your waist and you are pulled closer to a warm chest. The
cologne that filled your senses told you that it was Bruce and you relaxed in
"Congratulations.” Bruce offered
smoothly and your ex seemed taken aback. “I’m sorry I left you alone for
too long.” He whispered in your ear, causing shivers to run down your body
and you gave him a smile, thankful for coming at the right time. You probably
would not have been able to hold yourself back from punching your ex.
“What’s going on here?” Your ex
asked pointedly looking at the lack of space you had with Bruce. You barely
even gave him the time of the day and had always been strict with him when it
came to public displays of affections.
Bruce tilted his head to the side, ignoring
the accusing look and burning jealousy evident in not only your ex’s voice but
his posture too. “We are on a date as well - assuming that is what you are
Your ex shot you a look this time, the scowl
back on his face. "I knew it! My parents were right about you too
then.” He spat out, pointing an accusatory finger at you. It should not
have hurt you but it did. He shook his head and pulled his fiancé close to him.
Bruce’s warm hand on your back grounded you.
You simply shrugged your shoulders. “I was a little bit slow - I mean,
there was just no telling when you find the right one, right?” You gestured
to Bruce and you could see your ex starting to seethe in anger but before you
could even say anything else, Bruce cut in.
“They have finally opened the doors -
enjoy the show, both of you. Y/N and I have to get moving now. Have a good
night.” Bruce nodded his head curtly at the couple in front of you before
bringing you towards the hall.
Once you were sure you were out of sight and
out of range from your ex, you let out a sigh. “Thank you for playing my
knight in shining armor, Bruce.” Bruce lead you to the reserved box seat
and waited until you sat down before taking his seat beside you. “He is
still so infuriating after all of those years! What did I ever see in
him.” You huffed in annoyance.
Your conversation was cut short when the door
opened and a few more people trickled in. You resisted the urge to sigh out
loud when you spotted your ex and his fiancé sitting not far from the two of
you. You turned to give Bruce a look.
“Hey, let’s just enjoy this date of
ours.” Bruce told you when he caught the couple entering too. He placed
his hand high on your thigh - higher than one would have with a close friend
and you could see the annoyed look your ex was shooting off at you. “I
will make it up to you when we go back later.” He leaned in to whisper and
you gave him a smile.
“Alfred will be more than happy to set
another plate on the table later so you should definitely join me for
dinner.” He continued to whisper and you could not help but chuckle. Leave
it to Bruce to really help you out. You nodded your head before reaching over
to lace your fingers with his.
“Alright, Mr. Wayne: you already have my
consent the moment you mentioned Alfred. I missed his cooking!” You
replied excitedly, the thought of having Alfred’s delicious cooking for dinner
is too much to pass up.
Bruce nodded his head before he leaned back
against his seat. Holding your hand felt really nice, surprisingly. Bruce also
liked how small your hand felt in his. With the hand still on your thigh, Bruce
gave it a light squeeze causing you to flush and he chuckled.
“You do know the other reason I have not
walked out of this date of ours is because I just cannot stand to let him have
the last word, right?” You leaned to whisper and Bruce turned his head
towards you, brushing his nose against your cheek and he chuckled, nodding his
The rest of the night was spent by watching
the show - it was surprisingly enjoyable and Bruce would not stop teasing you for
tearing up at a couple of the scenes - and dinner at the manor. True to his
words, Alfred had been more than happy to see your presence in the manor,
insisting that you should at least make it a habit of getting dinner at the
manor once a week, or twice a week, he would not even mind.
When you finally reached your own apartment,
you made yourself some tea, changed out of your clothes before making yourself
comfortable on your bed. Just before you drifted off to sleep, you received a
text from Bruce.
Just so you know, you are the one that got
away. Your ex’s date does not even hold a candle to you and suffice to say, I
am a better trade. Thank you for accompanying me, Y/N. Have a good night.
You fell asleep thinking of how nice it would be to have someone
to hug and how nice Bruce had been tonight for helping you out.