I've written several ficlet collections for other fandoms, and since I haven't seen any for Batman Begins, I thought I'd start another!
BTW, the Batman francise is over 60 years old, and I'm only 24. How exactly would I own anything?
Sleeping Alone
He rarely sleeps at all, does my Master Bruce. Between his daylight persona of a billionaire playboy and his moonlight one as Gotham's darkest knight, a few hours is all he ever catches. Most nights, even less. I cannot count the number of mornings that I have found his bed empty.
I suppose the tabloids would hardly be surprised at that fact, though I dare say they'd be surprised if they knew how few of his young ladies have even seen his bedroom. He shuffles them through his day planner like playing cards for date after date, playing his role to the hilt. Still, he never lets them truly know him. No, Master Bruce may enjoy his young ladies, but he does not let himself care too much. He's constantly on guard when he's with them and dares not relax or trust, as well he should not.
Neither does he sleep beside them. Those young ladies may never know, but he's very careful to keep them from his bed. There are more than half a dozen guest rooms at the manor and nearly a third of that number at the penthouse, any of which might easily be mistaken for the master suite. It is in one of these that his young ladies wake (usually alone), never knowing that he successfully barred them from the one place that he is secure enough to dream.
Sadly, I know it is more often than not the nightmares that find him first, but I do hope that he dreams pleasant dreams on occasion. I cannot imagine anyone who deserves them more.
Hope you enjoyed it. Reviews are love!