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Bruce Wayne was regarded as many things; a billionaire business owner, a heartthrob, a playboy, and, of course, Gotham City's favorite sad boy.
Much of the aura Bruce gave off was akin to that of a wet cat. He had those big eyes and that droopy hair and an overall look of discomfort. That wasn't to say he was unattractive, however, if you will recall the heartthrob description.
Along with his resemblance to that of a kitten out in the rain, he had a relatively chiseled jaw and a muscular figure, a bit too muscular than the average billionaire should be, but Bruce Wayne was already kind of a weirdo, so it didn't draw much attention. Basically, he was hot as fuck and that was common knowledge.
The whole playboy Bruce Wayne phenomenon was, at its core, a joke. A meme, if you will. In fact, he was quite the opposite. He was rarely seen outside of Wayne Manor, let alone going out and messing around with a different girl every night. It was one of the many Gotham inside jokes that frequented social media posts from the city's residents.
Everyone knew what Bruce's life story was; it was sort of hard to be completely private when you're the head of a multi-million dollar company and the pretty boy blorbo of an entire city. Every Gotham resident knew the story of Martha and Thomas Wayne's tragic deaths and the poor little boy left to carry on the legacy. Yes, the public knew all of that. The public knew practically everything there was in terms of Bruce, except for a couple of things.
While the average Gotham City citizen knew Bruce Wayne to be a fucked-up, weird little man, they didn't know his strong affinity for the band My Chemical Romance or the immense issues he went through as a kid. What they also didn't know was that the very much Not Ok scrunkly of Gotham was also Batman.
Batman was also a sort of messed up guy that Gothamites would frequently scrimblo-ify, however for almost exactly opposite reasons as Bruce. Batman was seen as a very people's man, just a regular, if not sorta wacky, guy fighting crime for nothing in return with a pacifist code. Bruce was their golden sad rich boy they could put on a pedestal and poke a bit of fun at while also appreciating him for what he did for the city.
Nobody really believed Bruce Wayne and Batman were one in the same. There were the occasional conspiracy theories but those were always either a joke or shut down because of shaky evidence. This proved to show that Bruce Wayne was a master of disguise. That brings us to the real story.
If you'll recall, Bruce's love for MCR was an unknown thing among Gothamites. Which is why, when the MCR comeback tour was scheduled to play in Gotham, Bruce did not make a big deal out of him going. In fact, he didn't say anything about it to the general public. He really did not want to have a whole magazine article about it and paparazzi hounding him up to his ears. He only wanted to be a normal person for one day. So, he bought his ticket anonymously and showed up to the concert decked out in merch, while also being sufficiently disguised. He was lucky able to get in with no issues; this is where his fame came in handy. He simply went down to the pit and patiently waited for the show to start.
Needless to say, the concert was incredible. Bruce had been to concerts before, of course, but never as just… some guy. He was happy to be treated normally. There was definitely something, or rather someone, who caught his eye.
Another guy in the pit, a bit shorter than Bruce, had been practically squished against him like they were sardines in a tin for almost the entire show. Dyed bright green hair, an excessive amount of ear piercings, platform boots, and enough makeup to make a clown blush. After the concert had ended, the two had gotten to some small talk; green hair doing most of the actual talking with Bruce giving more non-verbal responses in an attempt to not give himself up.
"Green hair" turned out to be named John, which Bruce found to be an awfully plain name for someone so eccentric. John had just laughed him off at that, but the laugh felt somewhat forced.
One thing led to another and Bruce found himself pressed against a wall making out with John. Once they had pulled away for air, they had rested their foreheads together, warm breaths mingling in their short distance. Bruce pulled his head away slightly to get a better look at the man opposite him and felt his face grow warm. John's lipstick had been thoroughly smudged along with the rest of his makeup. A pretty pink color glowed across his cheeks under the quickly fading white face-paint.
John had also taken a second to truly look at the other man and had relished in his flushed, dazed face for only a moment before pulling back further and realizing who that other man really was. His eyes stung slightly as they widened in shock, eyebrows shooting up to his already heightened hairline and mouth falling slack.
"..Billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne?!" John exclaimed in a hushed manner. In their lust-struck stupor, Bruce had neglected to realize that the bandana covering his nose and mouth had crumpled around his neck and his sunglasses were nowhere to be seen. The warmth in his face only intensified upon the discovery of his identity.
"Oh, shit, um. Sorry, I, uh.. I didn't- I'm… It's not like I, um, I wanted to, uh, well, I–" Bruce stuttered out his words, unable to fully pull away but still making a futile attempt to sink further into the brick wall behind him. The two men stared at each other for a moment, mouths agape in pure surprise.
John cleared his throat, rapidly blinking while looking Bruce up and down. "I mean, I, heh, I don't really mind. To be honest, it's kinda, oh god this sounds weird, it's kinda.. hot?" The green haired man smiled sheepishly, his previous pink glow strengthening in color with the other man following suit.
"Oh! Ah, well, I, wow. Ok. Cool. Um," Bruce coughed, "So, would you maybe like to, uh, continue?" He dragged the last word out, shyly glancing down and back up at John, who grinned.
"Sure, sweetheart." John, in his fanged smile, bit his lower lip slightly and ran his tongue between his teeth, making Bruce swallow heavily. "And don't you worry your pretty little head about me blabbin' to any sorta journalist about this; I want to keep this our special little thing."
Bruce, taken aback by John's sudden confidence boost, felt like he was about to melt where he stood. He quickly nodded before shakily pulling out his phone and texting Alfred a quick, "Will be home late. Private matters." Bruce stuck his phone back in his pocket and quickly pulled John back in from his collar.