“You could have anyone” - Bruce Wayne x Chubby!Reader
Annnnnnnd I’m back with a new story after almost a week off (and evidently I forgot how to fucking write…meh). I hope you guys will like it, as usual, feedbacks and such are welcome :-) :
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You’re still unsure how you got the job.
Someone like you, so unfashionable and plain (with quite a bit of extra pounds on…) shouldn’t be the famous Bruce Wayne’s assistant.
Sometimes, when he received important and rich people in his office, you were almost ashamed to show them the way…Not ashamed of yourself. Not at all. To be honest, you had been teased on your weight and such enough in school to not care anymore.
No, you weren’t ashamed of yourself in front of such fancy people…you were ashamed for Mr. Wayne.
How could he let someone like you be the first thing his clients and partners would see ? Surely, it gave them the wrong idea about the man, like he wasn’t classy enough or something, if his assistant was…You.
Or maybe he chose you because he thought people would think he was nice to give you such a great job, you, a nobody from the Narrows, the poor little orphan. Maybe they thought he was charitable to give you, a bland and simple person, a taste of the lavish and fancy lifestyle they all lived ?
You didn’t really know how it happened. But one thing for sure…you were definitely his assistant.
Little did you know that, on the day he gave you the job interview, you made quite an impression on him.
Two years ago :
Stress. You were nothing but stress. It was your fourth interview of the week to get a new job, and definitely the one you were the most stressed about. I mean, so far, you had an interview to work in a supermarket, two to work in a fast-food, and one to be a waitress in a shitty diner…Oh my God why did you even apply to this job ? It was so out of your league !
You felt underdressed just sitting in this more than fancy waiting rooms. Like for real, the seats were covered in wonderful red velvets, and you were pretty sure there were real Picasso and Monet paintings on the walls…
Besides, you weren’t the only one waiting to get an interview with the famous Bruce Wayne, and the other candidates were…Well.
They were out of this World.
They were some of the most beautiful women you ever seen.
…What were you doing here ? It was clear you wouldn’t get the job.
But damn the way they were looking at you, you and your used woman suit you bought in a thrift shop, made you want to slap them, and just to spite them, and though it was quite obvious you didn’t stand a chance, you didn’t leave.
Of course, you were the last one to be called by the very handsome Mr. Wayne (seriously though, why did he have to look that good ? He was one of the best thing that ever happened to Gotham and it’s disadvantages inhabitants, such as you. He was smart, a genius. Billionaire. And the most handsome man you ever met). So when you entered his huge office, with windows showing you the best side of Gotham, and not the dirty gutters you were coming from, you were more stressed than ever, and afraid to simply throw up on him because of it…
He was such a gentleman. He didn’t make any comment about how different you looked compared to the other candidates. He didn’t even seem slightly surprised. He just smiled at you, of his extremely charming smile, and gestured for you to sit down.
-Well hello Miss…(Y/L/N) is that it ?
Why ? WHYYYY ?! Why did you have to say “hello” in such a weird way ? You were ready to run out of his office, when you noticed his smile widening, and becoming almost genuine. There was a small silence, and strangely, it wasn’t an awkward one at all. He breaks it with his deep and soothing voice :
-So. Miss (Y/L/N), I have just one question for you…Why did you even bother to apply to be my personal assistant ?
You stiffened. Oh. Maybe not so much of a gentleman. You narrowed your eyes at him a bit, not able to control yourself. Years of bullying in school had turn you into a “come back master”.