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arranged marriage - bruce wayne

authors note : italics and in blue is readers thoughts btw

summary : a marriage for show

pairing : bruce wayne x gn!reader

part one here, part two here, part four here (in progress)

previously :

bruce noticed your nervous behavior, the way you picked at your fingers and bit your lip. he wasn't oblivious to what that meant. raising an eyebrow as you shook your head, your body language betrayed you. "bullshit," he said bluntly. "you're hiding something. i can tell."

you take a deep breath, and the more you think about this whole arranged marriage, the more you feel like you can't go through with it. "i can't do this," you say.

bruce's expression grew more serious as he saw you take a deep breath. he could tell something was off. sitting up straighter in his chair, he fixed his gaze on you. "can't do what?" he asked sharply. "be more specific."

you take a deep breath and fold your arms as you walk away, feeling his blue eyes piercing into your soul, making you even more anxious. "this whole situation bruce, everything."

bruce's eyes tracked you as you walked away, his face growing more stern. he noticed the anxiety on your face, and it frustrated him that you wouldn't come out with what was on your mind. rising from his chair, he loomed over you. "this whole thing ?" he echoed, is voice icy. "you'll need to be clearer. i'm fed up with your evasiveness."

"this arranged marriage bruce," you say firmly, turning to face him with your arms still crossed. he looks surprised and takes a moment to think before crossing his own arms and leaning back. the longer you look at him, the stronger these feelings, or whatever they are, become. you have to turn away to maintain your composure.

the room was filled with tension as your words lingered. bruce seemed surprised by your sudden revelation, instinctively crossing his arms as he took in what you said. he stood silently for a moment, his thoughts racing. he hadn't anticipated you mentioning the arranged marriage so bluntly and was unsure of how to react. he noticed your reaction too, seeing you look away, trying to stay "together".

he examined your face, trying to figure out what you were thinking. "why are you bringing this up now ?"he asked, his voice tinged with frustration and curiosity. "we agreed to this a long time ago. it's too late to back out now."

you scoff and shake your head. "that's all you care about, that damn deal bruce," you say, clearly annoyed. taking another deep breath, you move to sit in the chair he was just in, unable to look at him any longer.

bruce's irritation grew as you scoffed and shook your head. it wasn't just the deal that concerned him, but wasn't ready to share his true thoughts. he watched you sit in the chair he had just vacated, feeling a part of him wanting to stop you but deciding against it. he stayed standing, arms crossed, his annoyance intensifying. "you still didn't answer me," he said firmly. "why are you bringing this up now ?"

he could see the frustration on your face, matching his own feelings at the moment. he wanted an answer and wasn't going to let you avoid the question. "are you unhappy with the arrangement ?" he asked, his voice still firm. "is that what this is about ?"

"because feelings are in the way," you say quietly, just loud enough for him to hear. you turn the chair away from him, unable to look at him for another second.

bruce's eyes narrowed as you turned the chair away. feelings ? what did you mean by that ? he stepped closer, driven by curiosity and frustration. "what kind of feelings ?" he asked, his tone almost demanding.

"what do you think bruce ? this whole argument is because of it," you say as you get up and walk out of the study, heading back to your room and passing alfred on the way.

bruce watched you leave, feeling more conflicted than ever because of your words. your outburst caught him off guard, making him realize that perhaps he had been too harsh before. frustrated, he ran a hand through his hair, regretting not noticing how his words affected you. as he leaned back against his desk, he heard alfred's concerned voice from the door. "is everything alright, master wayne ?" alfred asked, clearly worried.

bruce sighed in defeat, his shoulders drooping as he glanced at alfred. "it's just a disagreement, alfred," he said tiredly. "nothing for you to worry about." he moved away from the desk and wandered over to the bookshelf, pretending to examine the leather-bound books, though his mind was clearly elsewhere.

alfred gave bruce a knowing look, not convinced by his excuse. "master wayne," he said softly, "i've known you for a long time, and i can always tell when something is bothering you." alfred stepped further into the study, stopping a few feet away. "what's really troubling you about this disagreement ?"

bruce looked at alfred, his eyes showing a touch of vulnerability. he knew alfred was perceptive and that there was no use in trying to deceive him. he sighed deeply, leaning back against the bookshelf. "it's this whole marriage arrangement," he confessed, running a hand through his hair. "things are ... more complicated than i expected."

alfred raised an eyebrow, noting the unusual vulnerability in bruce's tone. "complicated how, sir ?" he asked, crossing his arms.

bruce sighed again in frustration, his thoughts still spinning. "it's ... her," he said, his voice tinged with what sounded like confusion. "she's getting under my skin, alfred. i can't control my emotions around her, and it's driving me crazy."

alfred listened silently, his face expressionless. he had watched Bruce navigate many relationships, but none seemed to impact him like this one. "can i ask what exactly about her is causing such a strong reaction, sir ?" he inquired. "is she saying or doing something specific that's making this so difficult for you ?"

bruce frowned, his jaw tightening as he thought it over. "she's stubborn, and she won't just accept things the way i want her to," he said, his voice tinged with irritation. "she's always defying me and questioning my actions, and it's like she has this unique ability to get under my skin." he ran a hand through his hair again, feeling the tension rise within him. "and then, on top of all that ... there's this strange, almost magnetic pull i feel towards her," he admitted reluctantly.

bruce shook his head, attempting to dismiss those thoughts. "but it doesn't matter," he said firmly, his voice regaining its usual hardness. "this is just a business arrangement, and there's no room for feelings in it."

alfred raised an eyebrow at bruce's response, clearly unconvinced. "is it possible that in your effort to convince yourself this is purely a business arrangement, you've blinded yourself to the possibility of something more ?" he asked gently.

bruce bristled at the suggestion, his jaw tightening. "no, alfred," he said firmly, leaving no room for debate. "i know what this is. it's a business deal. nothing more." he turned away from alfred, walked over to the desk, and resumed his usual stoic demeanor. he didn't want to discuss it any further.

alfred studied bruce's face, noting the determination etched in his features. he realized there was no point in pressing the matter further at the moment. "very well, master wayne," he said neutrally. "just remember, sometimes it's worth stepping back and re-evaluating things from a different perspective." with that, alfred turned and left the room, leaving bruce alone with his brooding thoughts once again.

bruce watched alfred leave the room, feeling his frustration build. he knew alfred meant well, but he wasn't in the mood for philosophical advice. leaning back in his chair, he stared at the ceiling. maybe alfred was right, and he had been so focused on seeing this arrangement as purely business that he had shut down any other possibilities. but that didn't matter, he told himself. feelings had no place in this arrangement. end of story.

time skip to later that night

you toss and turn in bed not able to get comfortable, the fight you and bruce had today keeps running through your mind, it's the only thing you can think abt did he really just think of this whole thing as a business deal ? nothing more? am i just a piece of eye candy for him and the public ? you make your way downstairs and into the kitchen to get a drink and sit in the backyard in hopes to get your mind off of the whole situation.

bruce, still stewing from the argument earlier, didn't notice you walking into the kitchen and heading outside at first. he had been pacing the halls, unable to shake off the uneasy feeling that had settled over him. his mind kept replaying the conversation over and over. as he walked past the window, he happened to glance outside and saw you sitting on the back porch.

you sit in the lawn chair and close your eyes and try thinking abt anything but the argument but even still it's all you can think abt, the silence and cool air does help a little bit to help you relax but your mind is still racing a mile a minute.

bruce kept watching you through the window. seeing you sitting there with your eyes closed, trying to relax, tugged at something deep inside him. he couldn't explain it, but he felt an almost overwhelming urge to come out and comfort you, to apologize for his harsh words. but he held back, letting his logical side win over his emotions. instead, he kept watching me from inside, his eyes fixed on your tense form.

finding it hard to unwind, you start to get annoyed. you open your eyes and stare blankly into the distance, your eyes welling up. his words keep replaying in your mind: "this is all business, there's no place for feelings or intimacy. i just need you to act like a happy wife in public, that's all. nothing more." if it's just business and no emotions, maybe he should find a different 'wife’ ? you begin to sniffle even more.

unknowingly, bruce's face softened when he noticed the tears forming in your eyes. he could see the hurt and frustration written all over your face, clearly showing the impact of his harsh words. he muttered a curse under his breath, his heart tightening at the sight of your sorrow. even though he tried to remain distant, he couldn't ignore the growing guilt and concern inside him.

he inhaled deeply, and before he knew it, he was heading out of the house and into the backyard. as he got closer, he saw your shoulders trembling with silent sobs. seeing you so broken and alone pulled even harder at his heart.

he halted a few feet from you, unsure of what to say. he wanted to comfort you, but his pride and stubbornness kept him from doing so. he just stood there in silence, watching you and battling with his conflicting emotions.

you sensed someone behind you and wiped your nose. "i'm okay, alfred, you can go," you said without turning around, unable to face him considering your current state.

bruce sighed and stepped closer, the grass crunching under his feet. "it's not alfred," he said softly, his voice a mix of gentleness and roughness. "it's me."

you froze, your body stiffening as you recognized his voice. slowly, you turned your head to face him, your tear-streaked face revealing the intense emotions within you. bruce's eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, he was captivated. seeing your tear-filled eyes pulled at his heart in a way he hadn't expected.

"what do you want ?" you ask, attempting to appear somewhat composed in front of him.

bruce inhaled deeply, his face showing signs of inner turmoil. witnessing your vulnerability and distress affected him, making it difficult to keep up his usual indifferent facade. "i just ..." he started, his voice wavering slightly. "i saw you out here and ... i wanted to check if you're okay."

"i'm fine." you don't even look at him as you say it. you turn to stand up and head back inside, knowing that if you talk to him any longer tonight, you’ll break down even more.

as you stood up to head inside, bruce instinctively reached out and grabbed your arm, halting you. "no, you're not," he said firmly, though his voice carried a note of concern. "you've been out here crying, and you look like you're about to fall apart. please, don't lie to me."

"i'm not in the mood right now, bruce." you pull your arm back and walk inside.

bruce followed you inside, quickening his pace to keep up with you. "you can't just keep avoiding me every time we disagree," he said, frustration evident in his voice. "this is childish."

you stop dead in your tracks and turn to him. "childish ? i'm being childish ?" the anger and hurt in your voice are clear, and you start tearing up even more.

bruce flinched at the hurt and anger in your voice, but he pressed on. "yes, it's childish. this constant running away and avoiding me whenever you can. it's childish and solves nothing. we need to talk about this."

you scoff at his words. "no, this whole 'arranged marriage' is what's childish, bruce." we stand in silence for a moment.

bruce's jaw tightened at your words, his frustration growing. he hated that you kept bringing up that this was an arrangement. "you knew the circumstances before we started this," he said, his voice strained. "it was never meant to be a love story or a fairytale. it's just a business deal, nothing more."

"nothing more" those two words repeat in your head once more "right, this is all business, there's no room for feelings or intimacy and you just need me to play the part of a happy wife in public, that's all. nothing more." a slight pause "maybe this whole arranged marriage, oh wait sorry this whole business transaction wasn't a good idea." you go to walk away but stop, "maybe you should find a different wife that can do it better bc i'm done." you say as you walk away back to your room.

bruce's heart ached as you repeated his words, his guilt and regret intensifying. seeing the hurt and anger in your eyes was tearing him apart. "wait ! (they don’t love you like i love you)" he called out, taking a step forward, desperate to stop you from walking away. "please, just hear me out for a moment."

"no, bruce, i'm done. done," you say as the tears well up again and your voice starts to tremble. "i can't do it anymore."

bruce's heart hurts as he saw the tears streaming down your face again, the sound of your voice breaking like a knife twisting in his chest. he stood there, frozen, unsure of what to do. this wasn't how he wanted things to turn out. after a few moments of silence, he spoke, his voice rough but with a touch of vulnerability. "just ... stop. stop for a minute and let me talk. please."

you shake your head and sigh. "talk about what, bruce ? how this is just a business deal with no feelings involved and how i should've known what i was getting into ? thanks, but i've heard that enough times from you today. save it."

with a growl of frustration, bruce stepped closer. "that's not what i want to say, damn it. just listen !" he snapped, his emotions starting to boil over. he moved even closer, standing so near that he had to look down to meet your eyes. "you think this is easy for me ? you think i don't feel conflicted about all of this ? that i don't have feelings too ?"

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arranged marriage - bruce wayne

summary : a marriage for show

pairing : bruce wayne x gn!reader

warning : some angst for you guys (eventually)

part two here (no link yet it's in the works)

"bruce mentioned that your room was ready and to call afred to take you there." not even looking at you as he loosened his tie and took off his suit jacket.

the wedding reception had ended just an hour ago, and he was already trying to pull away from you. if it were up to him, he would have simply signed the papers at a courthouse, but your family insisted on a traditional wedding, leaving him no choice.

this whole marriage was for show; by marrying you, he was aligning himself with one of the most powerful corporations next to his own. your father proposed the deal, and although he was hesitant, the offer was too good to refuse.

the door closed behind you, leaving bruce alone in the study. as soon as the door shut, he let out an exasperated sigh and ran his hand through his hair, making it even more disheveled than before.

he was frustrated that you rejected every gift he offered you, thinking you were acting ungrateful, it was so maddening to him. he wasn't asking you for much, accept the gifts and act like everything was okay. it seemed ever so simple but you insisted on making it complicated.

he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself as much as possible. he knew that he should't be this annoyed by someone he barely knew, yet here he was, feeling like he wanted to strangle you.

he loosened his tie and undid the first few buttons of his shirt to ease some of the tension. the last thing he wanted was for you to come back and see him boiling out of anger.

as he lay on the couch in the study room with his eyes closed, he kept picturing you at the jewelry box, the thought itself annoyed the hell out of him. you showed absolutely no gratitude for the expensive gifts in front of you. he expected you to be happy and appreciative, but instead, you glanced at the jewelry, shut the box, and walked away. as your husband, he believed that providing you with expensive gifts should make you happy. the lack of gratitude was a slight against his efforts to please you. why couldn't you just accept them and spare him the frustration ?

he groaned and opened his eyes, trying to distract himself from his frustration with you. but your stubbornness returned to his thoughts again. he couldn't quite understand why you were so against the whole situation. he was only asking you to accept his gifts. anybody else would love a husband who bought them expensive things. yet you refused everything handed to you, seeming ungrateful and spoiled.

time skip

bruce sat in his study, his laptop open as he worked. so engrossed in his work he didn't realise that it was night time and hours have passed. alfred entered and started speaking, snapping him of his thoughts.

"master bruce, i've brought you your coffee." alfred said, placing the steaming mug ontop of the wooden desk. he looked around the room before asking, "where is your wife, master bruce ?"

bruce leaned back in his chair and sighed, then reached for his mug. still focused on his laptop, he took a sip of the hot coffee. "i don't know, alfred," he said with annoyance. "she's probably in her room again."

alfreds face was stoic, but his voice had a hint of disappointment in it. "you argued this morning, didn't you ?" bruce stayed silent, sipping his coffee.

seeing bruce's silence, alfred continued, "with all due respect, master bruce, she deserves an explanation. she is your wife now." bruce's grip tightened on the mug, but he knew that alfred was right. he sighed, closed his laptop, and accepted no more work would get done tonight.

"fine," he muttered, setting the mug down and standing up. "i'll go talk to her.”

as he walked through the wayne manor, he wondered how to explain this to you. he hadn't exactly planned on getting married, yet here he was, explaining himself to a stranger who was now his wife. the whole situation felt absurd.

he reached your room and paused before knocking. he doesn't get a response at all, he starts to grow worried, "y/n ?" he says still getting no response from you.

bruce walks in prepared for another fight to break out but he finds you passed out in your bed snoring and tossing and turning a little bit, almost as if you were having a bad dream.

bruce stood by the bed, feeling a tad guilty as he looked at you, realising you weren't avoiding him like he thought. he placed his hand on your shoulder to wake you.

you don't wake up straight away and it takes him a couple more times before you open your eyes.your eyes finally open, confused on why your "husband" is waking you. "bruce ?" you say still half asleep.

bruce saw your eyes flutter open, finding your groggy expression endearing. "yeah, it's me." he said gently, removing his hand from your shoulder and taking in your messy hair and sleepy look.

"is everything okay ?" you say, slight concern showing in your voice. bruce sat on the bed, noticing your disorientation. "i was about to ask you the same thing." he sighed, running a hand through his hair, feeling guilty despite his earlier frustration as he watched you rub your eyes tiredly.

"whatever do you mean" you say now even more confused.

bruce sighed again, glancing at you. he could see you weren't fully awake, but he decided now was a good time to talk. "alfred mentioned to me that i owe you an explanation," he began cautiously. "about our marriage ..."

"oh," you say as you take a deep breath, "what about it ?"

bam cliffhanger

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