[personal profile] thebrucewayne
Bruce had met Lois at an awkward time in his life, when things were just starting to make sense after a long period of turmoil and grief. She seemed willing and able, perfect and wonderful, everything he could want, everything he might need, and yet there was the one thing he couldn't bring himself to tell her.

Batman was the wake of everything that he believed was good, and yet everything that, according to the people of Gotham and the police, because Batman wanted it that way, wasn't good. Bruce couldn't bring himself to tell her who he was, what he did at night, despite what she might have seen him, past all the garbage and fame, past all the playboy antics. Was it worth dragging her down? Was it worth wondering if she might exploit him?

It only left him begging to the question to be answered: did he trust her.

And then, one day, just like that, Lois stopped returning his calls. Stopped texting, emailing, anything that was some sort of social way of them interacting, to stay together.

Confused, after a long period of silence on her part, Bruce left a message at the Daily Planet for her to return his call, or message. One or the other, they needed to talk.

Date: 2012-04-23 12:45 am (UTC)
loistheintrepid: (googly eyes)
From: [personal profile] loistheintrepid
She chuckled on his lips, slipping a hand down to grasp his.

"I just have to wrap up a few things and I can get out of here, okay?"

She toyed her fingers between his, giving his hand a squeeze. Now that their cards were on the table, now that he'd promised he could trust her, things would be better.

She hoped.

Date: 2012-04-23 01:28 am (UTC)
loistheintrepid: (ummmm)
From: [personal profile] loistheintrepid
She nodded, pressing a kiss to his cheekbone and glancing back towards her desk.

"Be down in a bit! Don't give Chief too much grief," she chuckled, plopping down in her seat and glancing over her email.

About an hour and fifteen minutes later Lois came rushing down the stairs with an armful of folders, begging herself not to trip.

"Sorrysorrysorry-"

Date: 2012-04-23 01:46 am (UTC)
loistheintrepid: (purse lips)
From: [personal profile] loistheintrepid
She laughed, grinning when he took the files and taking a second to adjust her purse and get herself together. Phew.

"Think you've got me pinned, don't you, Mr. Wayne?" she smirked, taking his hand and tugging him towards the Planet's revolving doors.

Date: 2012-04-23 02:35 am (UTC)
loistheintrepid: (cheeky)
From: [personal profile] loistheintrepid
"Only a little," she confirmed with a smirk, nudging him playfully and tugging him along. Once they were on the street and safe from her stumbling onto her face, she wrapped an arm around him and grinned.

"So. How long are you in Metropolis for? Just long enough to get me back, or are you gonna stick around for more?"

Profile

thebrucewayne

February 2012

S M T W T F S
   1234
567891011
12131415161718
19202122232425
2627 2829   

Page Summary

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jul. 23rd, 2017 10:28 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios