It's Too Late

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by alleycatbookstore

by alleycatbookstore

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x reader
Warning: sex mentioned, some cursing
Note: part 2 of Never Enough
Requested by: no one

"No, the General is not here," you said into a scroll, you twirled your pen in your hand. "I will gladly tell him that the next I see him. Mhm, yes, yes, I know. As I said before I will be telling him the next time I see him-" you heard the elevator ding and you looked over to see your husband. "Actually, he's here right now."
You got up from the chair you've been sitting in for the past five hours and stretched. James tossed the scroll onto the desk and sighs while pinching the bridge of his nose. "One meeting here another there and there now there goes another scheduled," James groaned, you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Except it's not a meeting, it's an event," you corrected. "I can go instead," you offered, James shook his head. "No, I don't want to burden you," James said, shaking his head. "James, please. It looks like you haven't slept in weeks. Please, get to bed and sleep," James shook his head again. "James, get your ass into bed or so help me."

~mini time skip~

You got ready for the event, you swung by your shared bedroom with James to see him still asleep. You walked over to him, you ran your fingers through his hair gently then walked out. You reached the event and open the door. You were immediately greeted. "Mrs. Ironwood, I didn't expect to see you," a man said. "My husband needed some rest if he were here now he'd most likely fallen asleep," you pointed out. "People need sleep, even a general," a familiar voice said. Bruce Wayne. "Now, how about we enjoy this event?"
After speaking to most of the guests, you find yourself looking out the window. "Beautiful night," Bruce commented. "Yes, yes, it is," you agreed, Bruce stood next to you. "Of all the people, why him?" Bruce questioned. "I love him if that's what you're wondering," you fired. "Y/n," Bruce starts. "Need I remind you-you were the one who left me?" You cut him off. "So what makes you think you can crawl back to me?"
You walked out to the gardens with your scroll pressed to your ear. "Yes, James. Everything is fine. How are you? James, no, no. You need rest. James, please. If you really love me then please get some rest," you heard a sigh from the other end. "Fine, though I won't be sleeping until I have you back in my arms," James said from the other end, you laughed lightly. "All you want to do is pull me into bed and make me scream your name," you teased, James laughed as well. "Maybe that's what I want from you, love. Get your ass home soon, you hear?" You laughed again. "Of course I will."
You started to walk back to your chauffeur. "Home please." You told the chauffeur, he nodded and climbed into the car. "Mrs. Ironwood! Wait!" The host said he managed to catch you before the chauffeur drove off. "Here, an unknown guest had left this for you." The host said, handing you a gift. "Thank you."
As the chauffeur drove home, you read the note attached. "I know you said I'm too late, but I can't help but say sorry." Inside the box was a photo. In the photo were Bruce and you when you were young. "As I said before, Bruce," you thought. "It's too late to say sorry."