Quand Vas-Tu Rentrer?

                                    

                                          
AN: shit is intense. robbery and attempted r*pe and murder cw
You take another shower once you're back in your room. Bruce left quickly without saying goodbye. You try not to let it get to you. You've only known he's Batman for less than 48 hours. He needs to get into character, the nocturnal creature he truly is. You may have made him a bit softer as Bruce but as Batman? You aren't sure. Sleep comes to you quickly after your physical activities. You only hope it brings you good dreams. 
You sleep like a rock, as expected. You haven't slept this well in a while. Embarrassed, you wipe your face. You never drooled, but there's a first for everything. You get up heading to the bathroom to make yourself presentable. You plan your day as you wash your face. You'll work a little bit, walk the gardens, explore the maze, and check on Bruce and your friends' vetting process. It's relatively simple. Being here with all the complications is fairly simple. You guess it pays to be a billionaire's girlfriend. Not much for you to do anyway. You change into simple gray sweats and a tee shirt. Bruce didn't tell you if you need to be 'presentable' today. You doubt there'd be another press conference, let alone a big wig event within the events that have transpired. 
You lie on your bed, wanting to wait before starting your day. There's a soft knock at your door. You tense, sitting up on your elbows. Resting will have to wait. "Who is it?"
"It's me." Bruce. "Come in!"
There's a proud smirk on his face. "Did you sleep okay?" He asks, closing your door. You're a bit surprised seeing him. You didn't think you would so soon, but accept it. Maybe he needs a refresher. Keep his work at night or run into a wall. "I'm okay. I slept like a baby after exercising." He smiles, climbing in your bed. "Yeah?" Your heart quickens, and you return the smile. "Yeah. Of course."
He leans down, pressing his lips against yours. "I missed you last night." He whispers in your ear. Tingles rush your body. "I missed you too. I'm still sorry about last night," you say softly. Butterflies dance in your stomach. He kisses your jaw your neck before grazing your skin with his teeth. You whimper, wrapping your arms around him. "You don't have to apologize for anything, baby."
Baby. Your eyebrow quirks up. Maybe it's a new nickname for you. But it doesn't sound like a nickname Bruce would call you. Trying something new? He bites you again, and you moan to hide your suspicion.
"Can I take you now?" He asks against your skin. You hesitate, but he doesn't wait. He reclaims your mouth again, rougher than usual.
You pull away. "I don't know. I just woke up," you lie, turning your face away. "That's the perfect time," Bruce says, grabbing your chin to face him.
"No." You say, looking into his face. Something is off, but you can't tell.
"It's only a little fun. You know you want to." His smile kills your butterflies, feeling ill.
"Um, my period started." You lie, your breathing quickening. Why isn't he listening? What happened to your 'I won't do anything unless you want me to' Bruce.
His hands grip your wrists, pinning you down. "No issue. We can clean the sheets." You make a face, shaking your head. "No, Bruce." You fight against his grip. He's so much stronger than you. Helplessness chills your bones. This isn't Bruce. But how? He leans down, trying to kiss you. You wince, kicking up into his groin. Bruce wouldn't ignore your discomfort. But who is this? You grab your phone and the remote.
"You little bitch." He hisses as he falls to his side. You press the button quickly and head to the door. This is worse than your bizarre dream. This is real.
As you open the door, you see Alfred coming up the stairs. He seems a bit confused until he sees your bewildered state. "Are you okay?" He asks quietly, hearing, 'Bruce groan as you close the door. You shake your head no. "I don't think that's Bruce." You sound insane, but your motion to Alfred's room. "Is Batman active?"