Description: You meet Bruce Wayne at a charity event where the two of you strike up a conversation. After months of dating Bruce has started growing distant, and out of all the reasons why he could be pulling away you never imagined to learn his greatest secret.
Things had started out great between you and Bruce. You had met him at a charity event for the local children’s hospital. He had been as charming as everyone said, that smile and his beautiful eyes had hooked you right away. You had been somewhat surprised when he asked you out for dinner a few evenings after the charity event. There had been many people at the event hanging off of his every word. You had been one of them, but you didn’t think he would pay that much attention.
As the evening wound down you had managed to find a quiet corner and just be away from the crowds. That was when a man had came to stand beside you, “I hate the crowds too.”
You jerked your head up at the sound of Bruce’s familiar timbre. He was gazing out over the crowd, but there was a hint of a smile that told you he had noticed your reaction to him joining you in the corner. “I put up with it because it’s for a good cause,” you had said once the initial shock had worn off. This was your first time having a private conversation with Bruce Wayne. “I would have thought you would be used to this seeing as how you run your own company and are invited to soirees like this constantly.”
Day Seventeen of my milestone challenge: Song Fic (Kiss Me Quick by Nathan Sykes)
Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader
Requested: No
Word Count: 977
Warnings: Fluff
Description: Bruce is hit by the thunderbolt almost immediately after seeing you for the first time, and he just can’t keep his hands off of you.
Baby, I’ve been searching
Searching through these crowds
To maybe find someone who knows what I’m about
All these excuses
Too young to settle down
So it’s crazy what you got me doing now
Hold up baby
You know you drive me crazy
And I want everybody to know
Bruce could honestly say that he had been hit by the thunderbolt when he met you. He had been trying to avoid work and had gone down to the café and saw you sitting at one of the tables just watching life pass you by. He had been so engrossed in studying you that he barely heard the barista call his name with his order.
