Batjokes Oneshots

Painting of My Love

WARNING: MILD MATURE SCENES

Bruce Wayne is the most famous painter in Gotham city. He commissions paintings to the rich, even held art show auctions to sell his paintings. He even painted for the poor roaming the streets of Gotham. He wanted everyone to have art in their lives. You see art is very beautiful, you can express yourself, interpret what you see, touch, smell and hear. You paint, draw, sculpt anything you want. That's why Bruce dedicated himself to preform any types of arts so that he has a form that expresses his life his feelings towards the world.

Bruce just sold a painting in an auction show that costed five hundred thousand dollars.  He pretty much makes a living of being an artist. After the painting was finished and sold, he was exhausted.  Tough that dosent mean he couldn't stop drawing the Person that is haunting him in his mind in the day and his dreams in the night. Bruce went to his studio part of his mansion and quickly sorted his utensils required for drawing.

He pictured him as his right hand started to sketch very fast a head, eyes, hair, nose, mouth. His eyes where his favorite part of him. Those green eyes, that where very addicting. He even masturbates when thinking about those eyes. He imagines making love to that person that is in his mind every second he's breathing. 'Such a beautiful person' he says to himself.

While picturing his love in his mind. He was almost already finished with the whole drawing. Sketching his purple tuxedo consisting of two tux tails in the back of his outfit with a yellow dress shirt at inside his Purple outfit.  Purple pants matching his tuxedos  and white jazz shoes.

"God your so perfect" he whsipers to himself. He was exhausted still from moving his hand in seconds covering thick acrylic paints into canvases that needed to be finished as soon as possible. He even painted two or three canvases at the same time! He didn't even noticed that he leaned in front of the drawing he just made, and started to drift of into a dreamy sleep.

Bruce is at a bench in a beautiful garden. There's a variety of flowers in here, Roses, Carnations, daffodils, daisies, you name it they are all here. It's almost like it's been ripped of out of the garden that Alice steps inside the wonderland garden. You can even smell the flowers from afar, it isn't an odd smell. It's a variety of smells that can hypnotize anyone stepping in the garden.

Suddenly, Bruce sees a person  coming close to him. He's seen him before. His green eyes, light brown hair, that mouth, that nose. 'Wait a minute ' he says to himself. It's his imaginary love. The figure, stands close to him, looking into his eyes like he's waiting something to say. "May I sit here?" He said.

Bruce just gulped and nodded.  He saw how the attractive person sat beside him at the bench. God it's like how he imagine him. Every detailed he sketch is right in front of him. Its like he just saw a miracle coming from the prayers that he waited so long to come true.

"Beautiful scents aren't they?" Well that was just a surprise for Bruce. He didn't expect him to talk to him. "Uh ye-yeah" Bruce replied. "Are you alright?" His love said. 'God how beautiful you look in person Bruce thought, not knowing how to respond to his imaginary fantasy.

Bruce just nodded as a response. The other not that convinced but still accepted the awnser, "Alright then" he said. "The name is Jack" he said. Bruce felt surprisingly happy about the revelation of his name, like he's been looking for it. He felt his cheeks get warm when he now knows his name, and how it would be very useful when he pleasures himself.

"Bruce" he replies. Jack just smiles as a response. His smile is very beautiful. Bruce just wanted to feel his face, his hair, just everything. He wants to kiss him,  He wanted to say "I love you's".... He wants to make love to him.

"What's your favorite flower?" Jack interrupted his thoughts and decided to go with the flow with him. " Uhh roses" Bruce said. " Well aren't you for the romantic stuff" Jack said with a little giggle. Bruce found his small laugh very adorable and beautiful. He has never heard such satisfying sound out of someone.

"Yeah" Bruce tagged along with it. "Mine are Orchids, such bizarre flowers yet very beautiful in their physical for and their color" " They actually represent joy, that what I like about them most" Jack said. "You see, my whole life I was dedicated to bring joy to the world, I always dreamed of being a comedian" Jack just smiled and giggled. Bruce pays very attention to every detail of the words that are coming out of Jack's mouth.

"Especially, I want to be with someone  who I can live with for the rest of my life" Bruce felt surprisingly. He has this feeling in his heart that he's the choose one.

"You see, the person you love are like a flower" "They have such beautiful forms" "They have one thing that hypnotized you, something that you can't get your mind of, you just can't keep it out of you" Jack sees Bruce. Their eyes staring at each other.

Suddenly, Jack grabs Bruce's hand and careses it. " That includes imaginary lovers" Jack said. Bruce was caught by surprised by that, he didn't had a response for that. Bruce's eyes went directly into Jack's mouth. In a matter of seconds, Bruce's mouth was found against Jack's. And formed a deep love kiss. The action that both took started to get deeper as both wanted to go further than just kissing. Bruce felt very warm inside by this. Suddenly Jack separated the kiss, and just stared at Bruce like nothing just happened.

"What's wrong?" Bruce said worried and confused as to why Jack decided to stop their loveable action.

"Goodbye Bruce" Jack only simply responded. Bruce was taken back by this. He was shocked, confused and even a bit... angry.

"W-what?" Bruce said Jack, the bench, the garden, everything started to flow around him. Like you put acrylic or watercolor paint on a cup of water to dissolve the paint form the brush.

Bruce jumped away from his studio desk from another dream of his love. He was a bit angry for the pause in his dream, he would've love to go further.

He looked down at his desk and saw A drawing of his Jack. " So Jack" he whispered to himself. He still remembers Jack's features from his dream thankfully. He would've have a deep memorization session with himself if he didn't.

He stared at the drawing, then out of the corner of his eye he saw a blank medium sized canvas waiting to be smudged with paint all over it.

His eyes went shuffled between the drawing and the blank canvas.

Bruce had an idea, he'll make a portrait of his love. He hasn't even painting a portrait of him, just sketches. It would just do for his valuable pieces of artwork for him, he would cherish it, he would protect it. He would say that this piece of art is the most important of the other ones.

Bruce waisted no time getting his brushes m, his pallet, his paints. Mixing paints getting the right fine tough for the perfect person he has seen in his life.

He will put his sweat, his mind, his skills, his soul to this artwork. Because after all, he will be making a painting of his love~.

Well guys i know that this story was not that great, the flower section didnt fit for me idk,but stillthat's actually my first completed one shot ever!! I can't even believe. Still, I want your opinion on this, should I star having more chapters in this book? Advice maybe? Please comment below 😊😊😊