One thing Bruce despised more than anything was prying eyes and the constant flashing of lights and mics shoved in his face. He was born in this life of publicity and one would think he’d be used to it. Technically, he was. Didn’t mean he had to like it.

With that being said, he should have known better than to subject himself to the biggest scandal of all—having a girlfriend half his age.

The way every news outlet in Gotham and gossip website talked about his new relationship felt like nails on a chalkboard. Every day he woke up with more bullshit on his phone: “Bruce Wayne and his very young girlfriend sparks controversy!” “People find themselves uncomfortable with Gotham’s Prince dating a girl barely in her twenties!” “Bruce likes younger girls because he’s getting older!” “Exclusive photos of Bruce Wayne and very young girlfriend at a dinner!” “Rumors say she’s a sugar baby!”

The last one was funny because the last thing you ever begged from him was a McDonald’s ice cream cone on his way back from patrolling. Still, it was very fucking annoying.

Those vultures had it all wrong. Yeah, you’re young and maybe he should know better, but you were just so hypnotizing it made him double look every time you entered a room. He remembered when he first met you at that gala last year and he knew he had to get your number. He knew he had to see more of you, hear more of you, know more of you. Yeah, and maybe he did do the basic research on the batcomputer, but one could never be too careful especially in a city like Gotham.

And when you two went on your first real date, he knew a short fling or a one night just wouldn’t do. And so one date became two, two became three, three became four, and the rest was history because now he had you at the manor almost everyday. Good thing too because seeing you in his shirts was the hottest thing ever.

“Bruce, I have work.”

“I don’t care,” he murmured into your neck as he continued to sleep against you. It also felt nice how easily you fit when he held you. So yeah… leaving that bed was going to be the most stressful thing you do all morning. He’s forty, sure, but he can still be a massive asshole when it comes to another ten minutes of sleep. Can’t blame him though. He fights crime at night and has a multi billion dollar business to run for a living, let him have this.