“I don’t wanna get married” - Bruce Wayne x Reader
This is just a little something that wasn’t planned. Just got the idea inspired by my own unwillingness to EVER get married (like I had a dream last night about it, as the fateful moment of saying “I do” came, I moonwalked myself out of the wedding venue…and I have recurring dreams like that often haha, so thought I’d write a story inspired by it). So here’s a little bonus story I wrote in twenty minutes, and kinda turned out weird. And don’t worry, the “smut” is coming later tonight ;-). Hope you’ll like it :
Warning for mentions of past abused and such things that can trigger some of you. It started in my head as a funny/fluffy story and…Well as I was writing it, kinda turned a bit angsty and heavy. Sorry ‘bout that.
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-I just don’t understand sir.
Bruce was too focused on what he was doing to even notice Alfred’s presence, fully concentrated on his case of the moment. It’s only when the butler throws a tray full of biscuits and tea in front of him that his attention shifts from the screen of his bat computer to his surrogate father.
-”Uh ?” he says, not an ounce of intelligence in his eyes.
-…Outch. What’s all that about Alfred ?
-What ? What about her ? Is she ok ?!
The sudden distress in Bruce’s eyes soften Alfred’s feature a bit. It was impossible not to softly smile, at the worries that filled his beloved “master” at the mere mention of your name in a conversation hinting at a “problem”.
-She’s perfectly fine yes. I believe her and the children are having a water gun war in the garden. You know. Having fun. Maybe you should join them ?
Bruce winces at the mention of his family having fun without him. Ever since it got serious with you, right after Dick joined your family, Bruce made a promise to himself to always try to make some time for you and the boy. And when Jason, Tim and Damian joined, he tried to hold on to that promise even more but…Sometimes, he didn’t have a choice.
He was the Batman.
Sometimes, he couldn’t just “have fun”, and had to sacrifice his own life and happiness for the sake of Gotham City and its inhabitants.
It made his heart bleed, but he had to do it…and the fact that you were fully accepting of this, understanding it was definitely a big support. Thanks to you, and his incredibly strong will, he was able to handle everything. And though he wished he could come up and play with you guys, have a silly moment with the love of his life and his sons, he knew he had a duty to fulfill before.
Besides, if he wasn’t the one down there working, then it meant that it would be one of his boys or you, and he’d rather be the one sacrificing himself than any of you so…Here he was.
With a sad look that breaks Alfred’s heart a bit, he asks :
-Alright then, what is happening ? What about her ?
-Well, I have just one question sir.
-Go ahead Al’.
-Do you love her ?
-Yes. More than life itself. More than anything else but you damn well know that.
-Just making sure. And I lied. I actually don’t just have one question, but two.
Bruce sighs, something is telling him that his butler is mad at him, and he doesn’t even know why. Or what it got to do with you.
-Alright. Go ahead Alfred. Ask away.
The man who raised the Batman was suddenly very serious. His face was stoic and a bit harsh, and it was clear he meant business. With a strong and resolved voice, he looks at the one he came to call “son” and says :
-Why the Hell haven’t you propose to Miss (Y/N) yet ?
-Here again with the stupid “uh ?”. You understood me Master Bruce. Why didn’t you put a ring on Miss (Y/N)’s finger ?
Oh. So that’s what it was all about. With a chuckle, Bruce answers :
-Oh I have. Or at least, I tried. Ten times in fact.
Wh…what ? Alfred Pennyworth never felt so stunned in his entire life. What the hell did that even mean ?