#tim was planning on leaving and bruce was like 😨😨 and tranqd him

[angelyuji]

read smth in a fanfic that was sooo bruce wayne and i need to write it.

he panicked, which is surprising becuz bruce wayne never panics. batman can never panic. but as you continued talking, “…moving… crazy bat-guy… riddler… apartment…” he could hear his heart beat faster and louder. you stand in front of him at the front door, delivering the awful news.

he chokes, his hands grip the handle of the door, “you could stay with me.” desperation dripping from his voice. he couldn’t lose you not after everything.

“wayne manor isn’t safe, bruce.” you sigh. “i mean, look at alfred…” you pause, looking up to the sky for a moment, “if it wasn’t for him, you would be dead, bruce.” your voice wavers and you pat bruce’s arm. “my apartment is under water and my family is in the midwest, it just makes sense to leave.” he watches tears start to leak out of your eyes as you pat his arm. his vision blurs and his ears ring as you start to turn.

no, you can’t. bruce lashes out, grabbing your arm, pulling you back to him. he watches your eyebrows furrow in anger and you start to pull, but he was faster. the needle was quickly jabbed into your neck and your jaw drops in surprise. bruce watches as your eyes droop close and quickly cradles you to his chest as you lose consciousness.

“master bruce?” alfred’s concerned voice comes from behind him. he turns his head to see alfred’s eyes on your unconscious body. “i assume they weren’t here for any good news?” his guardian deadpanned.

bruce purses his lips at alfred’s snark, “i… they were going to leave, so i-” alfred raises a hand to cut him off.

“i shall get a room ready. do be careful bringing them upstairs.” alfred finishes with a curt nod, giving you one last pitying glance before walking off.

bruce looks down at you, slumped against his chest. he holds you closer, burying his face into your neck. “fuck.”