Bruce Wayne
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Bruce Wayne; @realpunkrock.bsky.social's Little Meow Meow Fiance. Nolanverse based AU. Ms/mv/mdni(Fan account, parody,RP) written by #DA
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👑Bruce Thomas Wayne
🦇Secret Identity is Batman (Do not assume you know)
💥Mixture of Nolanverse, DCU, & Comics. I'll do what I want. Don't like my interpretation? Don't interact.
🌈Bruce is pansexual.
✍️Mun is 40+, so MDNI.
a man in a suit and tie is smoking a cigar .
ALT: a man in a suit and tie is smoking a cigar .
media.tenor.com
Oh. Coming in all dapper?
|| he's too hot for his own good
... that better not be your vows.
I love a take charge man.

I also love the way your butt fits in my hands...🫠
"I trust you." Bruce slipped the shard int he box into a pocket for now, going to lock that up somewhere safe. "Whatever you think is fitting."
"I want to get you a proper engagement ring."

One that told people he was taken. Not jealously- but pride that Bruce was his.
Bruce shook his head; there were a lot of options, but none he thought were worth the rotting mind he'd get for it.

"Let's not worry about that right now."
Bruce shook his head; there were a lot of options, but none he thought were worth the rotting mind he'd get for it.

"Let's not worry about that right now."
Bruce was already a bit older than Clark in human year, likely half of his life already gone, more if his life style had much to say for it.

"Me too. I don't want to leave you alone."
"I'd trade anything i have for more time with you."
"That's a lot," Bruce says with a little smile, more love in his eyes than anything else. He rests their heads together.

"Why?" Well, he knows why. He's Bruce.
"That's a lot," Bruce says with a little smile, more love in his eyes than anything else. He rests their heads together.

"Why?" Well, he knows why. He's Bruce.
"I love you. More than sunshine."

Reluctantly pulling back for a breath.

"I was so nervous ."
Bruce presses his lips against Clark's over and over again, slowly and then with fervor, unable to get enough. He knows Clark will ultimately outlive him, but that was inevitable from the start.

"I love you."
Bruce presses his lips against Clark's over and over again, slowly and then with fervor, unable to get enough. He knows Clark will ultimately outlive him, but that was inevitable from the start.

"I love you."
Bruce's arms wrap tight around Clark's shoulders, up on his toes to kiss him properly. He'd never been so happy in his life, and that said everything about what Clark meant to him.
Clark finally breathes, hearing Bruce's answer, setting him back down gently.

His lips are on Bruce's like a starved man.
"Yeah. Yes." There was never an answer that would have been no. Bruce was content and happy, utterly in love with his big , naive boy scout.
"Yeah. Yes." There was never an answer that would have been no. Bruce was content and happy, utterly in love with his big , naive boy scout.
destroy him.

"You've always had mine." Bruce holds the box to his chest and tugs Clark up to him.

"What are you asking me, Clark Kent?"
Bruce holds the box, heavy lead to keep the most dangerous thing to his boyfriend from hurting him. It's a weight and a gift, a longing and a fear, all wrapped up in one little box.

Bruce has shares his deepest, darkest bits of himself and Clark was in turn giving him the one thing that could-
"I can do this better-"

He brings the box up and places it in Bruce's hands.

"A shard of Kryptonite. I give you my heart and utmost trust."

Love is giving someone the power to destroy you, but trusting them not to...
It's... definitely not what Bruce expected after Clark spent the day with a few of his alters wrecking havoc all over Gotham. But, it's Clark.

"Clark..." It's hardly disbelief or unwant, it's emotional and strained for a moment in his chest. His fingers wrap around Clark's hand.

"Yeah."
It's... definitely not what Bruce expected after Clark spent the day with a few of his alters wrecking havoc all over Gotham. But, it's Clark.

"Clark..." It's hardly disbelief or unwant, it's emotional and strained for a moment in his chest. His fingers wrap around Clark's hand.

"Yeah."
"I only have one thing to offer you right now."

Clark pulls out a small sealed box, heavy in his hand. Definitely not an engagement ring, but more of a commitment.

He gets down on one knee, holding Bruce's hand.

"Would you make an honest man of me?"
Ace had laid down in his bed by the back door, the puppies coming to rest with him, exhausted from a long day out.

"Wait for what-" Bruce cants his head up at Clark as he continues, a hand over his chest, over his heart, rubbing there where an S might usually be.

"Honestly? Same."