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The tabloids had been going nuts. You and Bruce Wayne were dating and had been for a little over six months. Had someone finally locked down Gotham’s favorite playboy and eligible bachelor? It sure seemed like it, especially with the current scene playing out.
Arms linked, your head rested on his shoulder as Bruce led you on a moonlit walk through the park. The dinner prior had been at a tiny, local place that was generally booked for months out. Being a Wayne certainly had its perks. Bruce had managed to pull a few strings, and it was definitely worth it. The main course was more filling than either of you had anticipated, leading you both to agree a walk to digest was the best choice of action. Well lit even on a dark night, the park was a preferred venue amongst Gothamites.
The path you were on weaved between trees and shrubbery painted with splotches of tiny flowers giving them a Monet-esque vibe. Those flowers, though nothing to write home about, added that dabble of chaos needed to lighten the environment, make it feel homey and comfortable.
Ever vigilant of all the spots that could be used for an ambush, the billionaire noticed the light dim and an almost imperceptible dip of a flower petal before it bounced back into place. Of all the nights, this had to be the one where the weather report had not been totally accurate. Your relaxed grip on his arm tightened, pulling yourself closer as the tell-tale pitter patter of rain graced the tree line and dripped onto the foliage.
With little choice, Bruce extricated himself from your hold and shrugged off his dinner jacket. He motioned you closer while holding it up over you both as a makeshift umbrella. You graciously accepted, nestling into his side to simultaneously stay dry and soak in the warmth he seemed to always radiate. Although the pace had quickened, the leisurely stroll continued onward. A light drizzle wasn’t enough to ruin the night.
A few bends down the walkway, the rain began to pick up. Perhaps he should have brought you to the manor after dinner like he originally had in mind. It was about time for you to meet the family you had heard about. Well, time for you to meet Alfred. You didn’t need to be bombarded by all of the chaos at once.
As if the universe was listening, a pavilion was hiding around the next corner. The only problem was the lack of cover to get there. The trees had taken the brunt of the weather for you. Stopping at the edge of the shrubbery, you two looked at each other. A grin of silent agreement and you darted together towards the dry safety of the pavilion, leaving bouts of childish laughter in your wake.
Bruce plopped his drenched jacket on a picnic table. You opted to lean on said table while trying to catch your breath, your lips still curled up into a smile. A warmth blossomed in his chest when your gazes met. For once in his life, the calculations constantly running in his mind just stopped, and he just went with the moment.
His hand wrapped around yours, tugging you forward into him. Without stumbling in the slightest, you glided with a sly grin, sliding your hands up his shoulders before tenderly brushing a sopping tendril of hair away from his forehead. It was like you were fully prepared for all the spontaneous romantic cliches of the night. Snaking your arms around his neck, you used the leverage you had and pulled him to you. He didn’t let you do all of the work though. He swaddled you in his embrace and met you halfway, so your lips slanted against each other’s just that much sooner.
In that moment, Bruce realized that sometimes no planning yields the best results. Had he gone with his original ideas for the night, this moment would have happened much later if at all. The moonlit stroll, unpredicted rain, lack of an umbrella - It all came together to make the park the perfect place for Bruce to spend some quiet time with you.