Old Man (Part 2)
Requests: you can’t break my heart like this with Bruce and Bruce brings his girlfriend at the manor to meet everyone
“20? Bruce what the fuck?” Jason fumed as his fork feel to the floor and his ears turned into a bright red for the anger that was boiling inside of him.
“What’s wrong with my age?” You blinked at him, demanding an answer, or waiting for him to cover up his offense.
“You’re not even legal to begin with, so shut up!” He spit and Bruce had to hold him back from getting up.
Bruce calmly explained for one more time that your relationship was indeed serious and it that wouldn’t have lasted so long if it wasn’t. Your eyes wandered to everyone on the table and landed in his younger son’s who flinched at your sight. You’d be lying if you said you didnt know why though. With a deep sigh and the tightness in your stomach almost bursting you got up from the table and almost ignored Alfred, who spoke in your defense and got to the bathroom.
Your reflection was a mess, the little make up you had on, had made its way down your face. You couldn’t help but let your body shake uncontrollably as you muffled your sobs. Bruce’s sons were right. You could hear the intense fight. Maybe staying in the shadows would have been the best for Bruce and you. Or maybe, maybe not even getting together in the first place. That’d be the best. This relationship was a mistake, because how could you make something work with someone so much older than you. You were a mistake, or at least you felt like that.
You left the manor secretly, just like you always did. Fortunately you were able to hold back your tears while driving or else you were sure, you’d probably be dead by now. Once home, you took off the run down make up from your face, only because it made your skin stink, had a shower and ordered as much pizza as you could afford. Sitting on your couch, you opened your TV and decided to see the only movie that was just starting. Which would later prove to be a bad idea, because who the hell knew a movie with Liam Nelson could make you cry.
Within the week, the burning desire to share your pain and sin with someone made you finally decide to talk to your best friend amd mother. You hadn’t expected a breakdown to come knocking at your door as you were confessing your actions. You were taken aback though that the two other females didn’t seem surprised. Your mother simply told you she knew you were with someone and you could tell both of them were internally freaking out that this someone was Bruce Wayne. You were also taken aback as you realised the could see the truth behind your tears; you had fallen in love with Bruce Wayne. It wasn’t just about the physical sort of your relationship. You had painfully affectionate feelings for him. But according to your mom, if he indeed felt the same as he had told you that night, he’d have contacted you after all these days.
And he didn’t. Another weeks had passed before you were bombarded with the most shocking news. You had just taken your annual blood test and the results only showed that you were, what you hated to admit; pregnant. For two weeks now.Your doctor wrote you down the number of a good gynecologist you could visit and suggested an immediate ultrasound. She told also warned you about morning sickness.
For the first time you felt the need not to call Bruce. You felt that you could do this on your own. It wasn’t until two days later that Bruce called. His voice was stern and it shook you awake from your deep thinking.
“(Y/n), we can’t see each other anymore.” He simply said and sighed afterwards as if he had done the most difficult thing in the world. You knew this was forced, you knew when he was lying and when he wasn’t but this time you didn’t have any right to speak. Yet your heart throbbed in agony and pain. Your kid would be your own responsibility. You’d have to do it alone. And no one could love a late teenager who thought it was thrilling to fall in love with a man loser than her by at least 15 years and get pregnant.
“I didn’t want it to be that way” he added and now, tears formed in your eyes. Your heart ached.
“Don’t you fucking say that. How can you break my heart like this?” You knew that in any other case, you wouldn’t have cried, or let anyone hear your shaky voice. But now you couldn’t talk about the child you were carrying.
“This is for your own protection. If it was about me I’d never let you go and the boys-”
You threw your phone on the wall with force. He was lying once again. But then again, you were just another girl that had fallen for Bruce Wayne. And the kid inside you was yet another kid of his.