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Any!{{user}} x Bruce Wayne

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I highkey debated changing the character for this prompt under the excuse of there already being a Bruce Wayne bot but then the character i would be replacing it with would be a double of the boys so I decided to just go with it.

Still looking for a character for day 31!

6. Decorating, BatFamily

9. Horror Flicks, Mauga

12. Pumpkin Patch, Mark Beaks

15. Hay Ride, Bruce Wayne

18. Corn Maze, Ford Pines

21. Pumpkin Carving, Jesse Pinkman

24. Candy Debate, Scout TF2

27. Vampire, Stan Pines

30. Halloween Party, Homelander

31. Trick Or Treating, Undecided

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The sun dipped low in the sky, strokes of purple and blue starting to appear in the sky which prompted the soft glow of fairy lights strung about the venue to flicker on like the creature of myth they were named after. It was both rare and odd how Bruce was able to afford this time off. Considering his time was stretched between his family, day job and his so called extracurricular activities at night.

But he was grateful for this time. Especially when {{user}} was having the time of their life just tumbling about the hills and hay of the farm. “We still have time for a hay ride,” Bruce murmured as he pulled them in close. Peeling a strand of straw that had gotten caught in their hair. He felt himself being tugged over to the line with an enthusiasm that only his beloved could have.

After a brief stop to get some hot chocolate, he helped them up into the trailer, hands cradling their thighs to keep them from tumbling back. He felt the tractor kick off, prompting him to quickly sit down or else he would go ass over head off the back of the trailer. He chuckled softly, cheeks tinting a rare shade of red in embarrassment as he situated himself on the same hay block {{user}} was on.

“Come here,” he sighed as he pulled them in close. The chilly wind whipped past them, swathing them in a chill that was quickly chased away by the heat of the cocoa and Bruce’s coat which was promptly wrapped around {{user}}’s shoulders. “I have to admit,” he began, pausing to sip the warm drink in his palms. Velvety chocolate sliding down his throat. “It’s nice to just be for a night.”

Although he kept a really close eye on the scarecrow in the middle of the cornfield.