Bruce Wayne Has A Twin And Its The Actor From American Psycho, Genius.

bruce wayne has a twin and it’s the actor from american psycho, genius.

Under The Radar | Bruce Wayne x gn!reader

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summary: Bruce is especially fond of sneaking in to see you, but sometimes, the thing he wants most is little more than to take a nap on the sofa with a film on in the background.

tws: swearing, mentions of bruising

Bruce was happy to keep things under the radar, keeping you hidden from the newspapers and the magazines and their scavenging photographers, very rarely talking about you in interviews unless if you had said he could; dating Batman was one thing, and quite easy to deal with, as under the cover of darkness it was easy to find privacy and to protect it, but dating the billionaire was another thing. People wanted to know who you were, what you did, they wanted to know about your family, they wanted to know about if you were only with Bruce for his money. People wouldn't back off. Neither you or Bruce were particularly comfortable with putting your personal life in the spotlight; the most Bruce ever told them was that he was still very much in love with you, and he was very much content and happy with you.

Keeping things under the radar was probably the best decision you had ever made when it came to your relationship; he was more than happy to sneak into your flat when he had a couple of hours spare, taking the back way and knocking on the window until you let him in. Letting him crash on the sofa while you went about with your business; he would kick his feet up and would watch a film while you did laundry or cooked or cleaned or showered; you liked it like that, being able to just exist around one another and not having to do everything together. Sometimes, though, you would end up cuddled into his side as you looked through your phone, occasionally looking up at the television screen; a few times you could have sworn that the actor in the films looked just like him, but he always denied it.

Two lives were enough.

Today wasn't any different, although Bruce was a little slower than usual thanks to a nasty bruise on his side and another on his back, but he managed to get in, and he managed to collapse on your sofa and kick his feet up; he went through what films were available, and settled on one that he knew would catch your attention, as he knew that it was one that you liked. American Psycho. He was right, as within a couple of minutes, you were stood behind the sofa with your hands on the cushions either side of his head, a quiet laugh coming from you.

"Y'know, you look an awful like him," you told him. "Like, you could be twins."

Bruce grumbled, shaking his head. "Shut up, I just need a cuddle. Come here."

You made your way around, crashing into his good side and putting your head on his chest, laying one leg over his hips as you grumbled with content. "You really don't see the resemblance?"

"Shut up," he sighed, moving so that you were beneath him, he was quick to lay his head on your chest, a soft hum leaving him when you started to play with his hair. He couldn't help it as he smiled. "Thank you..."

You tilted your head to the side, gently raking through his soft brown strands as you looked at the screen, daring to laugh. "Oh, come on! He even wears the same fucking suits! Bruce, are you sure you're not living a third life as an actor?"

"Very," he chuckled. "Two is more than enough, especially when one means I get hounded by press as it is..."

"Yeah, if you say so," you teased, letting one leg dangle over the edge as you shifted around to get comfortable. "You wanna take a nap?"

"I would love to take a nap," Bruce admitted.

"Yeah, I thought so," you mused. "If you nap, though, you can cook tea."

"I can do that..."

He snuggled into you a little more, his eyes starting to drift shut as he clung onto you, his breathing getting softer and his eyes closing; he liked days like this, where you were perfectly content and happy to take unscheduled naps with him on the sofa without questioning it. He smiled, daring to push your shirt up a little so that he could feel your stomach against his fingertips, able to feel the gentle rising and falling and the warmth of your touch; he grumbled, letting out a quiet yawn as he started to drift off.

"G'night, Bruce," you whispered, your eyes getting heavy as you tried not to succumb to sleep yourself, a smile on your lips and your fingers ceasing to play with his hair, letting your hand simply lay there amongst the soft strands as you hummed.

"G'night, (y/n)."

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