bruce wayne one shots

Home At Last

Set the Scene: Bruce comes home early in the morning after a long night as Batman. As tired and sore as he is, you help prepare him for a peaceful, long awaited sleep.

*warning* Some swear/mature words. Fluff/soft. Very simple. Tired Bruce. (Short.)

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The candle light around the bed flickered and flared through your eyelids as you waited for sleep to come. The only other light was from the night sky, shadowing the room in darkness. You could still hear the honks and noises from outside the window, Gotham never seeming to close down for the night. As much as you loved to sit and watch the people and cars pass through the streets at night, you never seemed to be able to stay awake long enough.

Maybe it's part due to Bruce's schedule and how you were both on two different ones. You never knew when he'll be back home or what new bruises he'll climb in bed with.

You met Bruce at a dinner party with some work colleagues years ago. You only got introduced to him later in the evening, since he wasn't too much of a talker. It wasn't long before the both of you started to realize you had a lot in common, like how you hated events like this. You were both reserved and private people, not drawing too much attention to yourselves.

When Bruce finally told you his secret, you were shocked to say the least. You couldn't understand how he's quiet and isolated on the outside but become someone totally different behind a mask. Confiding in you with something like that took bravery and a whole lot of trust. And here were the both of you now, together and supporting each other with whatever comes your ways.

As you were about to feel sleep come upon you, a door closing woke you out of it. Turning your head, you saw Bruce walk into the bathroom, closing the door in hopes not to wake you up.

You glanced over at the clock on his nightstand.

2:26 am

Letting out a deep yawn, you flipped off the covers and prepared yourself for what you were about to walk into.

"Bruce?" You spoke quietly, slowly opening the door as you squinted your eyes to block out the fluorescent light.

Bruce looked up, his arms still leaning on the sink. "Sorry, did I wake you? I try not to."

You gave him a sleepy smile and walked up beside him, pushing the hair back out of his eyes. He didn't seem to have any new cuts or scrapes.

"You know I don't mind, honey." Looking around the brightly lit bathroom, you stepped out to grab a few candles from in the bedroom.

Bruce saw you go to the bedroom to pick up a few candles, likely to put in the bathroom to set the nighttime mood better. That's what he loved about you, the fact that you relate to him so well. Being out in the day time wasn't always his thing, that's why he made sure Alfred kept the house dim. One time he came home from a long night to find the bedroom candlelit and told you he appreciated it. Ever since then, you've been doing it for him as a way to help him unwind.

Coming back to the bathroom, you placed the candles near the sink and tub before starting the water. "Take your clothes off."

Bruce did as he was told as you turned off the overhead light. He knew you didn't mean it in a sexual way, since this is what you did for him occasionally: make him relax and loosen up in a warm bath. 

"Come sit."

You pulled out the stool from the corner and placed it near the tub. Once he sat down, you traced his chest and back to check for anything new. When Bruce got his first bad wound, you immediately went to Alfred to help before Bruce assured you he was fine. Now, his back was littered in healed scars from whatever he had to deal with at night.

Even on the stool, Bruce was taller than you. He liked it that way though, he could watch you at work. He wrapped a tired hand around your waist lightly, trying to show his equal appreciation towards you.

"I think we're good for tonight. Besides, the tub is filling up." He glanced down at the water about to overflow next to him.

You stepped back to allow Bruce to take off the rest of his clothes, admiring the way his back muscles moved as he slipped into the water. His arms gripped the sides once he was comfortable enough up against the back of the tub.

"Aren't you going to get in?"

His quiet concern made your heart melt a million times over. You were about to assure him that you could sit on the floor beside him, but the look on his face told you this was important to him.

Moving the slip off your shoulders and down the rest of your body, you let it fall to the ground in one go. You stepped into the tub and settled in front of Bruce, his hands finding your waist easily, gently guiding you in a secure position up against his chest. You couldn't help but let out a deep sigh from the warm water greeting and enveloping your skin.

Bruce softly laughed at your reaction to the water, guiding his hands up to massage your shoulders. He knew you would probably say that he deserved this but he felt better when he was the one taking care of you.

"I should be the one taking care of you, Bruce." You leaned my head back to rest on his chest, lifting one of your hands up to lay on top of his.

His response was just a kiss to the top of your head as he continued kneading and caressing your skin. This was relaxing enough for him; you and him in a warm, quiet moment with candles serving as the only light source.

No one else to be and nowhere else he wanted to be.

You and Bruce sat in the tub for over an hour, too busy with giving each other soft touches. When you stopped talking and tracing his leg, he knew you were asleep. He carried you out of the water and managed to wrap you in a towel, drying you off the best he could. Bruce picked you up bridal style and layed you down on your side of the bed before going back to the bathroom to take care of himself.

As he finished getting dressed and starting to clean off his eye makeup, he thought about what it would be like if he wasn't Batman. The two of you would be able to live your lives more carefree and travel anywhere you wanted. There would be no rules or setbacks. You deserved that, but he couldn't give that to you. No matter how many times you assured him his hidden role in Gotham didn't bother you, he felt guilty that you had to deal with it all.

As you stirred in your sleep, you noticed the cold sheet below you and opened your eyes. You leaned up on your elbows realizing you were in bed. Alone. You were about to call out for Bruce until he walked out of the bathroom, making his way over to his side of the bed.

Bruce pulled back the covers while you sat up against the headboard. You patted your lap without saying a word, since the both of you knew what that meant. He crawled into bed and scooted forward until his head was comfortably on your lap. Your hands immediately went to his hair, rubbing small circles all over, brushing it with your fingers as you went.

"Do you want to talk about what you did tonight?" You asked, knowing that Bruce liked to discuss his nights as a way to help him vent.

He could only grumble out a 'no', letting both of his hands carress your thigh. Tonight he wanted things to go a bit different, feel somewhat normal. Besides, he liked the way you were touching him and he didn't want to ruin that.

"Tell me about your day." He barely got out, sleep threatening to come over him soon.

You titled your head and looked down at Bruce underneath you, his breathing slowing down quickly and his hand movements coming to a stop.

"Well, I helped Alfred in the kitchen and.." You didn't have to speak for long when you eventually heard soft snores coming from past his lips. You surely weren't upset with him falling asleep on you, you practically begged Bruce to get some rest whenever he was home. Sometimes, you would find him dead asleep in his batcave, leaned over his desk.

Smiling to yourself, you scooted down as quietly as you could and moved the covers over the both of you. Your job was done and nothing could make you happier. You leaned your head to rest against his, giving a final kiss on his forehead.

"Mhm, I love you Bruce, no matter what."