Wishes (Part 2) - Bruce Wayne x Reader
Day 2 of Animal Kingdom! I hope everyone likes Bruce’s wing men (haha get it? wing men? No? I’ll stop now)
After talking to Jason all of your suspicions about the way Bruce talked to you seemed to be confirmed. You look at the number in your hands for the tenth time since receiving it. Had he really been flirting with you? According to Jason, the answer was yes. The thought sends butterflies through your stomach.
The person in line in front of you finishes their order at the snack kiosk, and you quickly shove the paper in your pocket before ordering a bottle of water. You pull the number out again when you walk away from the cart.
Should you text him? What good would it do, really? You’re both on vacation after all. Even if he did like you, could it really go anywhere?
But then again, what would it hurt? The only thing you have planned is dinner with your friend and her fiancé. Bruce and his sons are certainly very entertaining. At the very least this could brighten up your solo trip.
You pull out your cell phone before you lose your nerve. You type the number into your contacts and open up a new message.
Great. Now you don’t know what to say.
Several different things run through your head before you decide to start off with simply being friendly.
Hey! This is Y/N! Jason gave me your number. I just wanted to say it was nice bumping into you again. Though I didn’t mean for that to be quite so literal lol
Your finger hovers over the send button for a second. You take a deep breath and steady your resolve before pushing the button, staring at the screen until it says the message was delivered.
Well. No turning back now. Pushing away the sudden onset of nervousness, you decide to find a show or a ride to occupy your mind.
Luckily a small parade is about to start, and as soon as you find a nice place to sit your phone buzzes. When his name flashes across the screen your heart jumps a little. You swipe the screen to read Bruce’s response.
They say the third time’s the charm. The odds of meeting the same person in a place like this are really small. I was starting to think it’s fate. And now that you’re talking to me I’m fairly certain it’s true. The words on the screen make you blush even as you roll you eyes.
Unless Fate goes by the name of Jason, I doubt that’s a big factor
His response is faster this time. Haha I guess you’re right. Are you enjoying your vacation?
You look up at the parade and snort to yourself. You’re sitting under a tree watching a parade by yourself. That’s not really your definition of a great vacation. But then you suppose it’s better than staying at home. I’m watching a parade right now. It’s been fairly interesting day. Better than most, anyway. How about you?
Well, Dick, my oldest, tried to get Damian, my youngest, to get their picture taken with Pocahontas. It was interesting to say the least.
You chuckle as you imagine the younger boy glaring at the camera while Dick hugs the princess with one arm. They seem to have very different personalities
You’re telling me. Then Tim and Jason got their picture taken with Tarzan. They had a flexing competition with the actor.
This time you laugh outright, and a passerby casts a quizzical glance at you before continuing on their way. That sounds like it was entertainment in and of itself
It was something alright. Dick and Jason are currently trying to keep Tim and Damian from killing each other over a churro
Sounds like a healthy sibling rivalry to me
It’s not I promise. This message is accompanied by a picture. Bruce’s face is closest to the camera, and his eyes look tired and pleading. In the background Damian is pushing against Dick’s face, who is struggling to hold Damian by the waist as the younger boy reaches for Tim, who is being restrained by Jason. Both boys have terrifyingly furious expressions. A sad smushed churro lies on the pavement between them.
Wow. I will buy them both another churro if it’s that important to them lol
I think it’s a matter of pride at this point. The statement makes you smile in amusement, and you look up to notice that the crowd is dissipating as the parade ends. You would like to see them in person again.
Suddenly you recall one of your favorite shows at this park. Hey, have you seen the Finding Nemo musical yet? The next one is starting soon. We can watch it together. And I can buy them each a peace churro lol
Haha that sounds like a plan. We’ll meet you out front
It wasn’t difficult to spot Bruce and the boys in front of the Finding Nemo building. Bruce himself is tall enough to stand out in a crowd, let alone the unique energy each of his sons brought to their surroundings. Even if you hadn’t spotted them from a distance, Dick would have made sure you found them. You only know this because Dick started waving frantically to get your attention as you were walking toward them.
You greeted everyone with smiles and gave Tim and Damian each a churro, eliciting a chuckle from Bruce. You reminded him that you weren’t kidding when you said you would buy them one, and Tim and Damian, though surprised at their gifts, decided to quickly eat their treats before entering the theater.
When you got in the theater the boys were careful to make sure you and Bruce sat together, and they weren’t the most discrete when trying to do so. Dick yanked on Damian’s arm when the boy tried following after his father down the row of seats, and Tim all but pushed you into Bruce’s chest while guiding you in front of him.
Everyone enjoyed the show, even if they refused to openly admit it. Jason poked Bruce in the side when the shark came on stage, asking why he ever decided to leave the sea. Dick and Tim left singing some of the catchier tunes from the musical, and you’re fairly certain you even heard Damian humming along with the two.
You all gather in the same place you met after the show, discussing the next course of action. Or you would have if your stomach hadn’t decided to complain about eating only churros and soft pretzels since breakfast. When Bruce suggests you all eat dinner together, you are reluctant to admit that you already had plans to—
Your phone buzzes. As you read the words on the screen, your bubbly energy takes a noticeable dive. She cancelled. The only plans you had with your best friend and she cancelled them last minute.
Bruce absolutely refuses to leave you while you’re feeling so low. No amount of objecting stops him from taking you to the Yak & Yeti for dinner, where you can all enjoy a nice meal and have a conversation that lasts longer than five minutes.
“So, Y/N, What are your plans for the week? Is this your first day at Disney?” Tim asks after the waiter leaves with your drink orders.
“Well, I’ve got fast passes and everything for Epcot tomorrow—”
“Darn. I was hoping we would be going to the same park tomorrow, too.” Dick’s shoulders slump in disappointment.
“To be fair, it’s highly unlikely that she would have randomly chosen to go to more than one park on the same day as us.” Damian says, cutting an annoyed glance at his oldest brother.
“Even so, I do wish it would have worked out that way.” Bruce looks at you. “Today has been much more enjoyable that it would have ordinarily.”
You ignore the slight blush at Bruce’s implication. “While I would love to change my plans, it would be virtually impossible to change all of my fast passes and reservations last minute to match yours.”
“I guess you’re right.” Bruce sighs as he runs his fingers through his hair. He looks at you again with a soft smile. “Well, at least we have now.”
“You’re right. We do.” You smile back at him, and for a moment it feels like you’re the only people in the restaurant.
That is until Jason pipes up from across the table.
“God! Can’t you two get a room?!”
With a contented sigh you fall into the soft comforter of your hotel room. Though meeting Bruce had made your day exponentially better, it had been no less tiring. You lie on the bed for a few seconds, allowing your aching body a bit of rest before pulling out your phone.
You want to text Bruce some more. But the logical side of you says to make sure your plans are still in order for tomorrow, first.
But when you pull up the Disney World app, you can hardly believe your eyes.
You refresh the app. Nothing changes. You make sure it’s logged on to the correct account. It is.
It doesn’t make any sense.
Your next response is to text Bruce.
So, you know how I had planned on going to Epcot tomorrow? Well my account says otherwise.
Almost immediately you see Bruce typing his response. What do you mean?
I mean somehow my account has screwed up. And now I’m scheduled to ride Star Tours at Hollywood Studios tomorrow morning.
That’s funny… We are too
Well then I guess I’m not complaining. I’m just confused. What are the odds of that happening?
Bruce looks up from his phone screen. What are the odds, indeed? It’s far more likely that someone hacked into your phone. But in order to do that the culprit would have needed direct access to your phone, and you’d had it all day. Except for when you bumped into Bruce.
Bruce narrows his eyes as his suspicions rise and pieces click into place.
“Tim. Did you use Wayne Enterprise’s newest technology to hack into Y/N’s phone and change all of her fast passes to match ours?”
Tim doesn’t even look up from his laptop, but his words are proof enough for Bruce.
“You can’t prove anything.”