Bruce Wayne Pfp Novels & Stories

"Wayne and I sure have a knack for running into each other." Jace wasn't buying it. "Rea, if you've got something to say, just spit it out." I hesitated, then glanced at his injured arm. "Did you know Wayne can draw?" His eyebrows knit together. "What? No. I've never seen him do that." "He's crazy good—like, better-than-most-people good. His paintings are so lifelike, they might as well be photos," I said, hyping it up just a little.

I drove into his garage and parked my car. As I climbed down, I was startled to find him standing a few feet away from where I stood. “Geez, you scared me,” I said, locking my car and walking up to meet him. “Well, well, look who we have here. Bruce Wayne in the flesh.” My face furrowed as I stared at him with an arched brow quizzically. He pointed to the car and my outfits. I can't believe he called me that because of my choice of color. His mouth widened into a tauntful grin, from ear to ear.

They were waiting for Alex. Just then, a man in a suit laughed coldly. He pointed toward a bulky man next to him and said, “Zendaya, no matter how skilled this guy is, do you think he’d be more skilled than Bruce here? Bruce is a Mystic ranked fighter. With him here, who could have the capability to lay a finger on you? Don’t worry, even if anyone else were to come, he would be mere decorations with Bruce here to keep you safe.” Zendaya smiled politely at the man but she kept a distance from that man.

There he was in all his glory, in a picture of him at the beach without a shirt, staring right at me. “Bruce Weng,” it read. “How did he find me?” I caught myself smiling for a moment and I slapped myself gently to snap out of it. He just had to include the heir to the Weng empire in his bio— if only I had something that big to show off. I chuckled dryly. I played with my hair unconsciously as I drooled over his picture posts of him in various outfits. Him and Xander could pass on the same level of awesomeness, except he actually smiled. I was starting to wish I had met him that night instead —at the very least, he would have brought condoms.

I pull to the side of the road, “Why, this is all about Stano, not me, I have done nothing wrong and can’t even trace the accounts to find the money that he had transferred, so it’s not the packs account but someone else’s.” He purses his lips together, “you better hope so, or we will both be in prison. He opens the file and pulls out a sheet of paper and points, “you see this, “BMUAO10WPF150000.” I nod, “yes, an account number, so?” He laughs, it’s not an account number, it’s code for a child, with description, Blonde Male Under Age Of 10, Will Purchase For $150,000.” My eyes go wide as the words leave my lips, “That sick fuck.”

Bruce Wayne; by day he was a normal guy, by night he was a crime fighting Batman. I wished that I was just like him. Who didn't? He was a billionaire, co-owner of a company, and always looked out for others. He was my hero, my idol. I was far from achieving my goal of being like him, though. I was in the eleventh grade, with pale blonde hair and bright cornblue eyes framed by huge black glasses. I was pasty from always being cooped up indoors. While most guys are spending their time outside, I usually spend every minute of every day inside reading comic books or computer games. If I were to be like Bruce Wayne, a miracle would have to happen.

Yet those eyes hadn’t changed at all. Cold. Ambitious. Calculating. Charlotte stared at the picture. "He looks different." Bruce laughed. "No." "He looks exactly the same." Charlotte looked closer. Bruce was right. Something gnawed inside. Not yet named, but present. The ambition. The desire for power. Everything. His finger touched the picture. Bruce gave it a light tap. "He wasn't one of the founders." Charlotte nodded. "You told me." "He joined later." "And?" Bruce smiled faintly. "He became the most dangerous one."

“But before that, find out the person who used this card which should have been with Sophia. Did someone rob her or something?” “I’m into it. Within a few hours, we will have CCTV footage of that toy shop and….” “Prepare the jet.” “WHAT? WHAT?”, Both Logan and Bruce shouted in shock. “You heard me.”, Brandon pointed out. “But you’re not in the state to travel anywhere.”, Bruce pointed out. “I’m sorry to say, but you look no less than Thor of avengers endgame. The only difference is that he had gained weight while you lose your weight and damn too weak to go anywhere.”, He added.

Before I could speak, Bruce stammered, "But there's one condition. I've… I’ve picked Tony up from daycare a few times, and now everyone there thinks he's my pup. It wouldn't look good if people saw us taking a family photo, so… let's just… put that off for now." He looked guilty as he said it. He’d once told me he never wanted Leo to act entitled just because he was the Alpha's son, which is why he’d never once picked him up from school. But now, he’d not only picked up Fiona’s son, he was asking Leo to make this sacrifice for him. Leo froze. The light in his eyes visibly faded. "Oh…" He slowly lowered his head, his eyes turning red. Bruce didn't notice. "It’s just one small thing Fiona aske

The one who had shed many innocent blood in Los Bahamas for people like Bob Joker. Bruce had large brown eyes and thick black eyebrows. There were two thin scars across the bridge of his nose. His mouth was a thick line, the lips pale. He could drive the wagon with just only one hand and still be shooting at them with the other hand. While the other trooper whose name they have not mentioned yet, was busy loading up the guns down at the back seat. None of them were casually chatting with each other probably because none of them care to chat right now. The second trooper was a little bit heftier than Bruce and he equally appeared to be very tough too; with a thick neck and a nose that had bee