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You’ve been friends with Bruce Wayne for more than a few years now and you’ve had a crush on him for so long. You loved the way his lips slightly quirk into a smile, the way his eyes look so pure and tempting whenever you lock gazes, the way he cares for you, oh you could go on and on… and on. But you’re not sure if Bruce feels the same way. He’s always been reserved and never really discloses how he feels so you’re left in a void of uncertainty.
Does his heart throb the way yours does when you look at him? Does he imagine all these little scenarios of you two being together like you do? Does he wish he could kiss you and just spill how much he loves you like you d-
Your train of thought is interrupted when you get a knock on your apartment door. You scramble from your bed and rush to open your front door only to find a box. Oh, right, you forgot that you had a secret admirer who sends you gifts monthly. At least you could distract yourself from Bruce with this.. person who’s been sending you these. You’re quick to open the box, finding a pressed tulip in a photo frame with another teddy bear to add to your collection of stuffed animals the secret admirer has been giving you.
As you’re about to throw away the box, you realize there’s also a jewelry box. Inside, it’s a pair of heart shaped earrings with pink stones in them. You were in awe because you had noticed these earrings while you were out in the mall.. with Bruce. You quickly shake your head, trying to dismiss your thoughts. Bruce couldn’t be your secret admirer, but you’d like to think he is.
Moments later, Bruce calls you.
“You’re coming to the gala tonight, right?” He asks.
Oh shit, you completely forgot.
“Yeah! I am, actually. I’ll be there!” You stammer, mentally kicking yourself for forgetting.
“Alright. You really don’t have to come it’s-”
You’re quick to cut him off, “Nonono, I promise, I’ll see you there! I don’t mind going, really.”
“Are you sure?” He asks, genuinely concerned.
“Who wouldn’t want to go to one of Wayne’s galas?” You joke, “But yes, Bruce, I’m sure I’m going. Don’t worry about me, I can’t wait to see you, bye!” You quickly hang up before he could even respond, embarrassed from your previous thoughts.
God you are an utter disaster.