Bruce Wayne Pfp Novels & Stories

His hair was in a light pink shade with black beads, he had no facial hair like Bruce didn't have anything. He had a rough appearance, his appearance showed his playboy and irresponsible character. "What are you going to do about that? Girls get out of this room now, I don't want to see you." Bruce muttered in a cold tone and the girls quickly ran out of the room. They knew who he was and how he was heartless, he may look gentle but his character stinks and personality. "Brother what are you doing? Oh please let me be. Why are you interrupting my pleasure? My fun?" Bowie mumbled glaring at his brother.

I raised an eyebrow, crossing my legs and I hoped I came across as calm and collected. "Chica," he said, quietly as his beautiful eyes raked my body, noticing every detail and taking them in. My eyes went to the large bat logo on his chest, he looked a better Batman than Bruce Wayne ever had. "Of course you'd come as Batman," I stated, remembering our conversation about superheroes what felt like years ago and laughing a laugh that didn't reach in. Nothing could feel funny today. "What can I say? You were a strong influence," he chuckled lightly and I nodded then kept quiet, wondering why he brought me here. He sighed, coming over and pulling up a chair opposite me, dragging it so we were in

What a strange one she is. "Bruce," said Wayne. Wayne was Bruce's best friend. He wears glasses and have curly black hair with black eyes. He was a skinny man with a hearty appetite. Bruce was still looking at Bella. "Bruce?" questioned Wayne. He was finishing the banana in his hand. "Huh?" asked Bruce. "Who are you staring at?" "No one." "Oh." Wayne look in the direction Bruce was staring at and saw a beautiful woman. "Are you looking at that woman with the cute ass?"

But I'm glad he considered it important enough to leave his city and come accommodate in mine for a few days. I rolled my eyes, finding Xan first as I entered the luxurious suite. His coat was removed and laying next to him on the couch while a laptop lay in his lap. "Hello, Bruce." They call me Bruce Wayne because I have (kind of) inexhaustible riches in my possession. Thanks to the hundreds of businesses I run as a businessman. The money I make from the mafia is an addition to it. "Still messing with your laptop, huh?" I patted his back and settled down next to him.

Years of his youth had been squandered on her. It would be convenient for him to marry Dahlia if she died. "This is Jossette Lee, a friend of mine. She's your cousin, you say? Exactly what kind of cousin?" "She's the daughter of my father's sister," Bruce said with assurance. "May I ask your name?" Hadley asked, her expression somewhat changing. "I'm Bruce Wayne," Bruce replied. His cheeks lost color as soon as he finished speaking. "What do you mean? Give her to me now. Are you implying that you don't trust me? I'll bring her back to be buried.”

He explained, a smirk slowly making its way to his face. "Wow, I think I have my own personal superhero, now I'm just wondering if you're the Flash or Batman?" She proudly said. Hearing that, he raised his eyebrows in confusion, "The flash I understand because I'm fast, but Batman, I don't." Scar giggled at his statement, "Alright, let me make it clear, Batman a.k.a Bruce Wayne is rich, like you." It took him a second before realizing what she said, "Oh, I get it now."

"Bruce Silvermoon! Cici, you're always so buried in your potions, you probably don't follow this stuff. He's the sole Alpha heir of the Silver Moon Pack, the biggest celebrity in the werewolf world!" "...Do you have a high-definition magic photo of him?" "Sure, look at this moving picture." The image on the newspaper began to move. In the clip, the man was wearing an impeccably tailored black suit, stepping out of a luxury car. His eyes were filled with a chilling murderous intent and authority. Though he lacked the tender, doting look he used to give me, I'd recognize that face even if it were reduced to ash. That was my Bruce, the one who only knew how to wash socks, scrub cauldrons, and w