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?"
You don't wait for his response, worried that whoever is in your room will come out and lie to your face. You motion him to come in quickly and quietly shut his door, trying not to let your nerves your trembles get the best of you. Alfred turns on the monitor. Lenses offline. Your heart sinks. "I don't know. I don't know why he would do that." You say softly.
Alfred lets you sit, examining the marks on your neck your arms. He calls the kitchen and orders two teas with strict orders to avoid Bruce Wayne. You want to read his mind, what he thinks when he sees these marks, and your state. Bruce is fond of leaving his love marks, but you want them, revel in them.
Alfred goes to his drawer, pressing a button. It silently transforms into a gun armory, and he grimaces. "One of my toys." He explains. "I don't ever get to use any of it, but I'd say this is probably a reason." You're lost and stunned that Alfred would go against Bruce. He turns, seeing your reaction. "I raised Bruce. I taught him to be a gentleman and not force himself on women. You also have witnessed that. He can be harsh, but he won't let it go to his head." He grimaces as he turns back to his toys. "That doctor that helped Harvey is a shifter of sorts. Gifted with his hands. I wouldn't be surprised if he made a replica of Bruce." He whispers, hearing your door open. "So I have to be safe."
"Shifter?" You ask softly, not understanding. "Mask maker is what Bruce was telling me last night. Harvey only considered him because of his scars. Last I heard from Bruce last night, he would speak to Mr. Dent in a secluded area." Alfred picks up a sleek double-barrel before examining another weapon. How can he be so calm?
Bruce curses in the hallway, shattering your thoughts. "Where did that bitch go?" Silent tears fall from your cheeks as you try to stay quiet. Alfred cocks his gun. He looks nervous, checking the monitor. You hope the Penguin didn't get Bruce or this guy... His steps are loud and heavy as he goes down the hall. You're afraid to move, your stomach in your ass. Alfred hides his gun, turning to you with a finger on his lips. Elliot knocks at the door next to Alfred's. It's a storage closet, and he curses again, slamming the door. You press your button again; your heart is in your ears. You're going to get sick dealing with this. You stare out Alfred's high windows and think about Bruce.
The monitor is still on, but still no feed—Alfred motions for you to walk towards his closet. You try to get up as quietly as you can, trembling. He continues to walk you both in, silently closing the door as Elliot pounds on his door. "There's a secret door to the safe room." Alfred hisses, and you continue to press on, finding the small space. You wonder if Bruce ever hid back here as a child as you get on all fours. Alfred follows after you, closing the door as soon as you're in. You're terrified. The door is well hidden, but you don't know how much that man will search. The safe room is tall and spacious. There's not much in here besides some boxes. Alfred keeps his gun aimed at the door. "Hide. There are weapons in these boxes. Find something quickly and remain out of sight." Your hands shake as you search the first box and find a pistol. You wonder why Bruce keeps his house armed until you remember you're hiding from a psychotic doctor who transformed himself to be like Bruce. It's all too unbelievable to consider.
"Master Wayne? Are you alright?"
Lucy.
Your heart quickens, and you bite your lip to keep from crying. "Where's (Y/N)? I wanted to surprise her, but she ran away."
"Again?" Lucy asks. You can hear the doubt in her voice.
"Yes. Where would she go?" Lucy hesitates. "Where did she go?" Elliot asks again.
Lucy yelps as you hear the sound of him hitting her. You don't know if he did it with his hands or a weapon. Alfred closes his eyes, clenching his jaw. "Master Wayne!" She cries.
"I can't stand by," Alfred says. "Stay hidden."
"Alfred. Please," you grab his arm, and he shakes his head. "(Y/N). I can't stand by and let some brute bully my family again. You'll be safe as long as you are quiet." He whispers. There's sadness in his eyes, and you try to keep from cracking. He silently goes out the back door. Bruce's room. He slams Bruce's door and makes a lot of noise. You look around, finding a corner that cannot be seen from either side as you crouch down. Bruce, where are you? You close your eyes, trying to drown out Lucy's whimpers now that Elliot rushes to Alfred. You stare at the remote in your hand, the pistol next to you. You've never shot a gun before. Alfred got it ready, only saying point and shoot. You're terrified. The two men clash. You cover your ears. Bruce wouldn't want you to hear this. You hope he didn't go into a trap last night. You hear Alfred groan, and Elliot says something. Oh no. Your blood runs cold. You pray that Bruce, someone, would come. You don't know how long you have before he finds the secret door. You hear the door creak, and your heart sinks.
Why?
Why is this happening?
He pushes through the boxes. He's so menacing. The mask of Bruce Wayne is now obviously stitched. Alfred didn't make it easy for him. He has a nice shiner on his eye, and his nose is bleeding. You keep yourself as still as you can, thinking of your Bruce, how gentle he can be. Why would this person want to hurt you? He moves the boxes revealing a brilliant smile.
"Sweetheart, why'd you run away?"