Ehehehe~ Just a cute little oneshot of Bruce and Alyssa to brighten your day~

Warning: IMPLIED smexy times, but no lemon.

Ten days.

Yes, she might sound overly attached, but dammit she wanted to know where he was going for ten days.

He better have a good explanation when he got back. And if it was something stupid like updating Watchtower security protocols, she was going to gut him with a plastic butter knife. Right after Alfred was finished chewing him out. Which was arguably more painful than being disemboweled with plastic silverware.

In any case, Bruce was going to have hell to pay when he got back after randomly disappearing like that.

For ten freakin' days.

Bruce held back a yawn after stumbling off the transporter platform. His mission wasn't over yet. He still had to a) sneak past Alfred (which was nigh impossible), b) take a shower (he liked his Batsuit, but not after wearing it for ten days straight), and c) somehow not fall asleep in said shower (it had happened before).

Well, this would be fun.

Of course, Lady Luck hated his guts, so the second he stepped off the platform, Alfred appeared out of nowhere. The old butler's expression was unreadable, as per usual, but the aura of I require a word with you, Master Bruce was almost tangible. Great. Bruce tuned out as he was lectured on "the utmost importance of informing someone when you plan to disappear off the face of the earth for a while, Master Bruce."

Somehow the English accent made it even worse.

Before his overworked senses could comprehend what was happening, he was standing in the shower, struggling to keep his eyes open. How he'd gotten there was a mystery that was best left unsolved. (One could only hope that he'd switched to autopilot and gotten in himself. The alternative was rather awkward.)

Fifteen minutes later, refreshed and decidedly smelling better, Bruce wandered into the darkened bedroom and faceplanted into his side of the mattress, almost instantly falling asleep.

He awoke to Alfred vigorously yanking open the curtains, as if by letting sunlight into the room, he could make some kind of point. However, it had no real effect on its intended target, who was perfectly content with entirely ignoring the butler's efforts and going back to sleep anyway. Alfred retreated from the room, not trying any harder to wake Master Bruce. If there was one thing that he did that the butler approved of, it was catching some extra sleep.

Bruce lazed about for a few minutes before realizing that the other side of the bed was occupied. He considered rolling over, but Alyssa was probably asleep anyway.

...Which was what he thought until she moved close enough to mutter, "If you ever do that again, I'll show Clark and Diana the video."

The video, of course, being a recording of the time Joker had spray painted him glittery pink and stuck rhinestones all over the Batmobile.

Well then. She was decidedly not asleep. He rolled onto his side to face her. She stared right back, green eyes narrowed. There was no doubt in his mind that she would follow through with her threat. So, as a preventative measure, he pulled her to him, tucked her head under his chin, and went right back to sleep. And after trying (and failing) to convince herself for five minutes that she had somewhere to be, Alyssa sighed and did the same.

It was noon before she woke again. Alyssa blinked sleepily, once, twice. She attempted to wiggle out of Bruce's grasp, though her efforts proved entirely in vain against his superior strength.

With a little work, she managed to free an arm, though, and began to pry his arms off of herself. After ten minutes of patient straining, she managed to free herself from the fearsome cuddle of a sleeping Bruce. Padding quietly out of the room, she wandered off in search of coffee.

In the few minutes it took her to obtain America's Favorite Beverage (now only $200, because you're rich and can afford it, even though that cafe down the street does it better), Bruce had decided to make an attempt at waking up.

And that was the perfectly valid reason for Alyssa to find him in what was quite possibly the strangest pose she had ever seen. One arm was draped over his eyes, the other hung over the edge of the bed, knuckles brushing the ground. His left leg was flung out over the sheets, and his right was flopped over onto the nightstand. He looked like he was trying to breakdance.

Alyssa, struggling to keep quiet, snapped a few pictures of him with her phone (and we won't question how she did that while holding two oversized mugs of coffee). Still stifling laughter, she set down the coffee and scrolled through her new blackmail material. Each was better than the last one, and it was only thanks to indomitable willpower that she was able to keep herself from collapsing. It was all fun and games until she reached the last one. Her blood suddenly chilled. Bruce was looking right at the camera, and he was not amused. A quick glance up told her all she needed to know.

He was awake, he was not happy, and her life was forfeit. Alyssa edged toward the door slowly, tucking her phone away.

He was closing in. Her fingers brushed against the doorknob, ready to make a break for it, but too late. Bruce reached slowly behind her and locked the door. She pressed back against the cool wood, staring up at him. "Let's not be too hasty..." she trailed off uncertainly. But there was nothing uncertain about the way he was glaring down at her, a malicious smirk curling his lips.

He leaned down, never breaking eye contact, and growled, very lowly, "You know I don't like when you do that."

She flashed him a nervous, awkward smile. "Ah...Oops?"

Bruce grinned evilly, then leaned in even closer, his lips right by her ear. She shivered at what he said next.

"And you know I don't like it when you disobey me."

And there you go, you obssessed Batman fans! Oh, don't worry, I'm not judging...after all, I am one! Why do you think I'm writing fanfiction?

Anyway, I finally came up with a ship name for these two. It's 'Brulyssa'. What do you guys think? Tell me in the reviews!

Until next time!

-Jade