Bruce Wayne Pfp Novels & Stories

Bruce continues, annoying his eldest friend with a silly look on his face. Liza just rolls her eyes. No matter how many times she convinces her pals to believe it, they are just creating fun out of it. "Whoosh, Whoosh!" Bruce wiles his hand like an air bender, his funny gestures cause Missy and Miguel to chuckle. Pressing his chin to his chest to make his voice sound deep, he says "I am Bruce Allen Abhir your mighty warrior, protector of the earth and sky!" acting like he is indeed a warrior.

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.

" Brother. this is so boring!!! I can not tolerate living in a human body more. it's disgusting. It's been years. I can't wait to go back home. It was also a lot of fun when we had all the power. I can not wait to find the girl with a fire mark on her shoulder." Wayne said his eyes color changed in white then came to normal ash grey. They both were alike. just a difference of their eye color. Warren with green eyes and Wayne with ash grey. The twin brothers were famous for their rude and arrogant behavior. They didn't talk to anyone nor go to any parties. Their life was a secret to so many people…

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.

“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.

"I'm just surprised. Although you're disciplined and enjoyed JROTC, it sounds like you have a thing for criminals." "I do not!" "Daphnie, mafia bosses are criminals, Batman is considered a criminal, Darth Vader is a criminal, and Phantom of The Opera is a criminal." "How dare you say that about Batman," I said coldly while crossing my arms with a poker face. "Okay, I'm sorry." Adam tugged at my arm, trying to get my hand back. "Well, if you think I'm only into criminals, you better change out of that outfit," I said teasingly.

He wore a white shirt, a yellow and white stripe tie, and a tan suit. The bathroom door swung open. Bruce emerged with a towel around his waist and nothing else. He had shaved. His brown hair was wet. His hard six-pack glistened. Bruce stretched his massive arms up in the air. When he lowered them, he flexed his ridiculously hard and plump pecs. “Fuckin’ show off,” Trevor sneered. “Bastard,” Christopher hissed. Bruce chuckled as he walked his large bulking form to his luggage that was on the dark green loveseat. “Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.”