![]() ![]() You didn’t seem to have the same problem though, not even glancing back at him as you stepped into the elevator. ![]() ![]() See you two tomorrow!”Īs you walked past the desks, Bruce watched you leave, unable to tear his eyes away from you. “In that case,” you said as you shouldered your bag, “I should really be going. “Well,” Bruce ground out, “I suppose that it can wait till morning.” If you really want to look over the numbers again, I am more than happy to help.” If any employee deserves a night off, it’s them. Wayne,” Lucius Fox interrupted with a knowing smile, “they’ve stayed late every night this week without complaint. Just as you opened your mouth to speak, most likely to remind him sternly that he shouldn’t be prying into your personal life, the two of you were suddenly joined by another figure. “Why, have you got a hot date or something?” Bruce snarled, his voice slipping into the tone he usually reserved for the criminals he hunted at the thought of another man trying to take you away from him. “I’m really sorry, sir, but I really can’t stay late again tonight.” So, meet in my office in ten minutes? I’ll order us some Thai food.” “Do I now?” you chuckled, giving him a lifegiving glimpse of your sweet smile. “And what can I say, you bring out the best in me.” “I’ve told you, call me Bruce,” he insisted, moving another step closer to you. “You certainly seem to be taking your work seriously these days, Mr. I just need to make sure that the numbers are absolutely perfect before I accept it.” I’m sorry to ask you this again, but I really need your help looking over Jenkins’ proposal one last time. “Oh, it was fine,” you answered politely. “How did your day go?” Bruce asked when he finally reached you, flashing you his best playboy smile. Someday soon he would be with you, not in the office, but in Wayne Manor, even closer than you were on these nights. In just a few minutes, Bruce pictured earnestly, you would be his office, pouring over the business proposals on his desk all the while not seeming to notice the affect you had on him from standing so close. So when he sauntered over to your desk that night, he watched with amusement as your packed up your things, ready to go home after a hard day’s work. Still, Bruce couldn’t find it within himself to be too disappointed in himself, not when his failure to keep control meant he got to spend more time with you. Even on nights when he swore that he would let you have a well-deserved break and instead resume his duties as Gotham’s guardian, he was invariably pulled back to you, until his request was dragged from his lips. You were the itch he needed to scratch, the compulsion he had to fulfill. These late-night work sessions had become even more frequent within the last few weeks, with Bruce finding himself increasingly unable to resist the temptation to ask you to stay in the office with him, even if only for a few extra minutes. Any opportunity to be with you was one that he would gladly take. But after you rejected his offer to go out with him, what choice did he have? He needed to spend time with you, needed to be with you, whether it was through an actual date or just a work date. Now, it wasn’t that Bruce wanted to resort to such dishonest measures. ![]() His excuses differed, ranging from the reasonably plausible to the suspiciously flimsy, but the nice thing about being the CEO of Wayne Enterprises was that it meant that when Bruce asked you to stay and work with him, you had little choice but to say yes. Request: Hello! Could I please get headcanons of Yandere! Bruce Wayne crushing on his employee who has no romantic interest in him and is sweet but has a back-bone about it.Īuthor’s Note: I hope you don’t mind but I decided to do a fic rather than headcanonsĪsking you to work late was a fairly common occurrence for Bruce. ![]()
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