TITLE: Little Black Book
IMAGINE: Bruce finding out that you found his little black book from his past.
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Bruce walked to his room and was surprised when he found his girlfriend sitting on his bed reading a book. Not just any book, his black book. “(Y/N)…”
“What is this?”
He shifted his eyes and looked at everything but her, “It’s my little black book.” He finally mumbled, ashamed of it. He was never ashamed of it before, but this, her finding it, it made him sick.
She made an awing noise, “Right. Your infamous little black book. Clark told me all about it.”
Heat flushed to Bruce’s cheeks, he wanted to kill Clark, then he wanted to kill his past self for keeping such a book like that. “What amazes me is you say you love me, yet you still have this.” Was she really doubting his love for her? She was the only thing that was stable in his life, the first woman he really, truly loved. If he lost her, he wouldn’t know what to do.
“I forgot about it.” It was a pathetic excuse, it really was but that was the truth. He was so caught up trying to be the perfect man for her, to make sure that she never left him, that she knew just how much she meant to him, that he forgot about that stupid book.
“Right.” She rolled her eyes and then got off the bed. (Y/N) marched into the living room where she poured herself a glass of whatever was laying in front of her. Bruce followed her quickly, snatching the book from the bed.
“I did. I really did forget about it, because you make me forget about my past, my stupid, idiotic mistakes.” He embraced her from behind. “Please don’t leave me because of this.”
She turned around in his embrace, “Do you really think that I would leave you over something so trivial?” She looked at him in confusion. “I’m just annoyed at the fact that you still have this, that’s all. I would never leave you because of such a small thing.”
Bruce was amazed to say the least. He half expected her to be packing her bags and yelling at him. He smiled and kissed her. Bruce stormed to the fire that was burning in the fireplace and tightened his grip on the book. Without hesitation he threw it and watched as it burned.
“Why did you just do that?”
“I don’t need it now. I have everything that I could ever want and need.”
“You clichéd bastard.” She spoke with a grin on her face and walked over to him. “Thank you.” She knew how much that book meant to him, well the past him.
“Now, I would love to stay here and show you how much I love you, but I have a certain person to beat up.” They both knew that he meant Clark and (Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh.