#feelsforBruce
The Wayne gala was the most famous party every year in gotham. The gala consisted of donations to the orphanage, zoo, and the announce of an expo of technology in Wayne Enterprises.
Bruce was currently looking forward to a night of peace on his bed. Dick wanted to show Tim new movements and so they said he could take the night off specially with the Wayne gala.
After all, the galas were exausting. Talking to busissness men and brainless people really leaves Bruce without energy to act more.
He was going to take some fresh air to recompose himself.
Some rich men had drank too much, they had their dates on their arms. The good thing was that their dates didn't mind that they were drunk. Probably better for them to get cash out of them.
Bruce was getting out of the room
"Hey, come here beauty" The rich man grabbed Bruce's
hip triggering Bruce. The rich man turned around and saw Bruce Wayne. "Oh, sorry Mr. Wayne I mistake you for my date"
For a normal person, the look on Bruce's face is normal. But for people trained like Dick or Tim, Bruce was scared. Bruce was such a great actor no one, unless trained, could see something wrong happen to him.
"Oh, it's nothing Mr. George" He fake-smiled and got out of the room running.
Holy shit. He was having a flashback.
Oh now I feel what victims feel
Bruce went to a random room in Wayne Manor and throwed himself on the floor. He was breathing fast, his pulse was fast, his heart was fast.
Flashback
"You are a whore, you like it don't you, you dirty whore, enjoying how scum like me gives you pleasure, what would think your little Robin, or the Justice League about you moaning and screaming"
End of Flashback
Bruce hugged himself in fetal position. "No, please, stop, not again, please stop, *sob, ahhhhh, don't, *sob, I am not a whore, I am n-not a whore *sob*"
Leslie heard Bruce from the other side. She opened the door with a damn shotgun ready to shoot anyone. Though she runned to Bruce because no one was hurting him?
"Bruce snap out of it, Bruce snap out of it, Bruce I'm Leslie" She was doing movements with her arms to Bruce who was still in that place. Leslie got out of the room, and went for water. She runned back with a bucket of water and splashed it Bruce. He snapped out of it and turned to Leslie. His breath was steady, and his eyes looked helpless and soulless. Leslie hugged him.
"Dear, it's ok, you're on Wayne Manor, it's ok, it's ok"
"Master Bruce, Master Bruce? Where are you?"
"Over here Alfred" Leslie screamed. Alfred went to thr room and when he saw Bruce, he went to his side.
"My child" huh weird for him to call me that "I'm here, he's gone, don't shake, look at me, look at me"
"Don't, don't say that, he said that" Bruce turned to Alfred.
They stayed like that for ten minutes. But Bruce had a show to keep going. "Leslie, please keep this as a secret, even from the children"
"Don't worry I will help him... though I must suggest as a doctor, that he needs to go to therapy"
"I will" that, surprised Leslie and Alfred. Bruce was known for "just keep with life and held your head high"
"My children are trained well, and this must not get in the way of my mission"
"I know a group that is very anonymous"
"I will do the arragments Master Bruce"
"Thank you Alfred" Bruce stood up, and got out of the room. The show must go on. Even if he was quiet, looking down to the ground.
