Post by Bruce Wayne on Jul 6, 2010 22:03:44 GMT -5
Bruce’s eyes widened slightly jumping between hers as her hand caressed his face. Not since his mother had he experienced such a tender and loving touch; an action filled with such emotion and meaning that it held him completely captive. He watched her taking in his own expression, content to sit and be summed up by her astute mind without needing to know what she eventually made of him. It must have been something relatively decent, though, because the kiss that followed was enough to steal his breath away. Until that moment Bruce had always been self-reliant. He’d thought it was the best way to carry out this life that he’d chosen for himself, because when you didn’t have to depend on anyone else there was no one that could disappoint you.
Now, however, his mind had done a complete turnabout. He couldn’t imagine how he ever managed without being able to confide in Susie, how he had been able to cope with slipping in through his window at night and falling into bed until morning when Alfred would help him tend to his latest wounds. What he hadn’t realised that the wounds left by a lonely heart took longer to heal and he was just as grateful to Susie as she was to him because she was the exact kind of medicine that he needed. She was warm and honest and real, none of which seemed to fit into either of the personas he was forced to live with day in and day out.
With her, he could be someone no one else knew. Himself.
And so he kissed her back. He kissed her because he wanted her, because he was glad she understood him when no one else seemed capable of doing so. He kissed her because he wanted to protect her, as strong as she was, from all those things that went bump in the night. But most of all, he kissed her because now that he had finally dared to let her in he was absolutely scared shitless that someone would figure it all out and find a way to take her away from him. And that kind of loss was not something Bruce Wayne was willing to deal with yet again in this lifetime.
On his way out of the kitchen with refreshments for his young master, Alfred stopped in his tracks when he saw the pair on the couch. In his many years serving the Wayne family he had often caught Mr and Mrs Wayne in such embraces and had discreetly left them to their business, pleased that he had the pleasure of working for and living with such loving people. The scene now before him on the modern couch in front of the apartment’s huge glass windows overlooking the city seemed somehow a recreation of those memories, blended with nostalgia and served in the future. With a smile on his lips the old butler left the drink and plate of sandwiches on a hall table and wandered off towards his room.
Now, however, his mind had done a complete turnabout. He couldn’t imagine how he ever managed without being able to confide in Susie, how he had been able to cope with slipping in through his window at night and falling into bed until morning when Alfred would help him tend to his latest wounds. What he hadn’t realised that the wounds left by a lonely heart took longer to heal and he was just as grateful to Susie as she was to him because she was the exact kind of medicine that he needed. She was warm and honest and real, none of which seemed to fit into either of the personas he was forced to live with day in and day out.
With her, he could be someone no one else knew. Himself.
And so he kissed her back. He kissed her because he wanted her, because he was glad she understood him when no one else seemed capable of doing so. He kissed her because he wanted to protect her, as strong as she was, from all those things that went bump in the night. But most of all, he kissed her because now that he had finally dared to let her in he was absolutely scared shitless that someone would figure it all out and find a way to take her away from him. And that kind of loss was not something Bruce Wayne was willing to deal with yet again in this lifetime.
On his way out of the kitchen with refreshments for his young master, Alfred stopped in his tracks when he saw the pair on the couch. In his many years serving the Wayne family he had often caught Mr and Mrs Wayne in such embraces and had discreetly left them to their business, pleased that he had the pleasure of working for and living with such loving people. The scene now before him on the modern couch in front of the apartment’s huge glass windows overlooking the city seemed somehow a recreation of those memories, blended with nostalgia and served in the future. With a smile on his lips the old butler left the drink and plate of sandwiches on a hall table and wandered off towards his room.
