Anonymous Hate - Bruce Wayne x Reader
So, lately, a lot of writing blogs I LOVE (though I probably don’t say it enough) received anonymous hate…It inspired me to write this piece. I hope you’ll like it, and if I receive anonymous hate for it, oh man, I’m so ready for this…Anyway, hope you’ll enjoy (forgive me if it’s not great, I slept only 4 hours in those last three days, and drunk too much coffee) :
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Bruce Wayne’s heart is threatening to beat out of his chest, and he isn’t sure of what he’s feeling right now.
Anger ? Worries ? Confusion ?
Does he feel stun ? Or Furious ?
Sad or scared ?
Anxious or enraged ?
He doesn’t know.
And if there’s one thing Bruce Wayne hates, is to lose control over his own emotions. But he just couldn’t help it.
He was used to it with you, and only with you did he not mind.
When it was about you, he just couldn’t have any control of what he felt, and that was alright…Though it was always positive feelings.
Love. Awe. Adoration. A strong friendship. Passion. Devotion. Respect. Affection. Tenderness. Yearning. Fondness. Adulation…
He was of course always worried about you because 1. since you became a Wayne you also became a target for people who’d want something from him or his company, or for those who wanted a huge ransom and 2. because he’s as much the Batman than Bruce, and if one day his secret identity was to be discovered by any of his enemies, your life would be in a life threatening danger…Well, more that it was already.
This thought was already almost too much to bear (he broke it off with you in the first few months of your relationship, scared to lose you…until he realized that he would lose you anyway if he left you, and since you accepted him back with wide arms…).
So now, faced with…All this. It was too real. It was too close from home.
Both literally and figuratively.
Because those “things” (he refused to give it the name he knew it actually had) arrived in your house. At Wayne’s Manor.
He felt like a pregnant woman, as if his hormones were playing tricks on him, because it wasn’t possible that a single human being could feel all those feelings at once, naturally…Right ?
And yet. And yet here, in front of your desk, reading all those terrible things…
-Bruce ? Are you there ?
Your voice makes him jump, and, startled, he whips around and is faced with you and all your Glory…Oh because you’re nothing but glorious, as the light of the sun going down hits you just right and makes you look like a goddess.
His Goddess. And oh Bruce is glad that you cannot read minds, because if you could, you would mock him and his cheesiness right now.
-Oh hey, here you are my heart. Say, for tonight, I was thinking…What is that ? Hey are you alright my Broosh ?
You approach him, worried because he’s just so pale and he seems almost lost, as his eyes follow you as if it was just an automatic reaction. It’s only when you reach for his face, and stroke his cheek with soft fingers that he finally snap out of his strange haze. He leans in your touch, and, without saying anything, shows you what’s in his hand.
You look down and…
-Oh. That. I knew I should have burn everything…But I always forget. I receive them with the rest of the fan mail and I just shove it in there promising myself to destroy it, in case you’d find them, and then…I forget, or get too busy with something and then forget.