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Seven

Seven, Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader.

Summary: Alcohol, galas, (possibly) unrequited feelings, and friendships really just add up to trouble. NSFW, Please do not interact with this if you are not 18+. Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), oral (fem!receiving), slight praise kink, fingering, slight sub-dom tones. Loosely based off of Seven by Taylor Swift. (Heavily unedited please be kind) MINORS DNI. 

Set during: TDK au

Word count: 3,533 words

Gif used not mine

If you were being honest with yourself, you should have seen it a long time ago. The longing stares Bruce had given Rachel. It had been that way since the three of you were kids. Running around the mansion laughs reverberate around the halls. Then his parents died. And the three of you dwindled into two and then one. You saw Bruce in school and sometimes when Alfred would drop by your place. Alfred was always more than happy to see you. He loved having you around. By the time you and Bruce were in high school, he started to talk to you again. That brought Rachel back into your life as well. In hindsight, maybe you should have figured it out then. But admitting that the man you’re in love with is in love with someone else isn’t the easiest thing to do. Or maybe you were trying to save your own feelings. Your feelings for Bruce go back as far as you can remember, for a long time you left them to sit as a harmless childhood crush. But harmless childhood crushes don’t break your heart. Not in the way that Bruce Wayne had. 

Bruce Wayne had always been in love with Rachel Dawes, at least, that’s what you thought. Who wouldn’t have been the better question? She is everything that a person could want to be. Strong, confident, and courageous. Not that you weren’t those same three things, because you were. It just could never live up to Rachel, she had an aura around her that made everyone hang off of every word she said. It’s why she did so well in the courtroom, she knew that that was the world for her. She was meant to be there, And you were good at what you did too, you worked your ass off through school to follow in the footsteps of your parents. 

Sipping on your glass of champagne, you watched as Bruce paraded around the party. His smile wasn’t real, you had seen that one many times before. No, this smile was the one he gave people during these events. It seemed so real to anyone else, no one would stop to question it. No one except three people: Alfred, Rachel, and you. Your heart dropped when he passed you by, giving you the same fleeting smile. The grip you had on the glass of champagne tightened as you bit your tongue. It didn’t take you long to turn on your heel and walk out of the ballroom, finding it easier to hide away from everyone instead of deal with the crowds. You should be used to it by now, these galas were a normal part of your childhood and adult life. Part of the package deal that came with being from a well-off family in Gotham City. 

Managing to stumble into an unoccupied room (there were plenty of them across the manor, but you half expected to open the door and find two teenagers who had snuck off from their parents), you let out a soft sigh. Faint music from the ballroom swayed into the room, allowing you to hum along to the tune as you sat down in the chair. Allowing your eyes to flitter around the room, you quickly noticed that you had entered the room you spent the night in as a child. A laugh escaped your lips at the irony of this room being the one you were hiding out in. It hadn’t changed in the slightest. The bed was still clad with the same brown and gold sheets and bedspread, though they were some shades lighter now. Sun bleaching, you figured. Growing up, you loved to stay in this room because of the books on the shelves. You would find yourself spending hours reading through some of the books before you went to sleep. Every now and then Bruce would sneak in, joining you in reading. The two of you had only been caught once and it was only because Bruce ended up falling asleep on the bed. 

Running your hand across the books, you smiled at the worn copy of Little Women. You trailed your finger down its spine before pulling it off of the shelf, hugging it close to your body. It would be impossible to count how many times you had read the book growing up, no less how many times you had read that specific copy of the story. Sitting back down in the chair, you grabbed your glass of champagne and sipped on it while the book lay open on your lap. Following the words of the first chapter, you figured someone would come looking for you soon. Your father or mother were more likely suspects, and Alfred was as well. Perhaps that’s why you weren’t worried to hear the door open with a creak. After all, it had been two hours since you left the party and began to reread the book (which you had gotten quite far in, thank you very much!), someone was bound to find you (or to sneak in trying to find a room). 

You just didn’t expect Bruce’s voice to carry through the room, “Y/n? Is that you?”

Out of instinct, your gaze left the page to find Bruce, “Bruce, hey.”

He walked closer to you, shutting the door behind him. The music had faded and from the sounds of it, people were walking out of the front doors, which made you believe the gala had reached its conclusion. Eyeing the book in your lap, a smile played on his lips. This smile was the one you were used to, the one he only showed to certain people. It was a special one, something you craved seeing over and over again. The way it made your heart leap and stomach feel as though butterflies had just blossomed from their cocoons. A smile almost came to your lips in response, but you quickly beat it down when the thought of Rachel came back into your mind. Bruce caught onto your change of emotion, his brows furrowing together as he took a seat across from you. “Is there a reason you decided to hide out and read during the party? I thought you enjoyed my parties.”

His tone was light, joking in manner, he knew you. You knew that much, this time you didn’t fight back the smile, “I just,” a beat. “I needed a break from everyone, guess I lost track of time.”

“I think it’s the room,” Bruce sighed. “You always lost your sense of time when you stayed in this room.”

“Blame it on the extensive library you have in this room then,” you retorted, letting your giggle reverberate around the room before silence enveloped the both of you. Looking over to Bruce, you felt your stomach turn in flips. In some ways, it felt like you were a teenager all over again. Spending time in the manor, sitting across from each other with books resting in your hands, sending glances towards each other and cheeks warming when you two locked eyes. Only this time your cheeks didn’t heat up when your gaze was met with his, “I’ve stayed past the party’s welcome, Bruce. Sorry for staying in here for so long.”

You had gotten up, dress sweeping the ground as you sauntered towards the door, only to feel his hand wrap around your wrist. His grip was soft, something you could easily break out of. “You don’t have to leave,” Bruce spoke, “not unless you want to.”

“Alright.” You nodded, sitting back down in the seat in front of him. Your voice carried softly throughout the room as you spoke again, “It’s been so long since we were both in here.”

“Yeah,” Bruce moved his gaze from you to the room. “When was the last time you stayed over at the manor? We had to both be about, what? Seventeen?”

“Close to it,” you laughed. “Alfred about pitched a fit because we both fell asleep in here. As if we hadn’t done that every other time I stayed over.”

“He never really believed that you and I were anything other than just friends,” you looked over at Bruce, your smile faltering a little at the idea of being just friends. Part of you knew it was wrong to feel bad about being called his friend because that is all that you were. You had never even tried to say something about your feelings. Maybe it was the two glasses of champagne you had earlier in the night or maybe it was years worth of unresolved heartbreak that allowed for your face to wear every emotion you were feeling. Bruce was able to read you as if you were the back of his hand, making his brows come together as in thought. “Y/n? Are you okay?”

You hummed in thought, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

In a quick thought of trying to change the subject you spoke again, “How’s Rachel doing?”

“Rachel?” Bruce chuckled a little. “From what I know, she’s doing fine. She’s been busy with work and Harvey lately, so I haven’t had much time to speak to her.” 

“Harvey?” You pulled back, “As in the defense attorney?”

“Her fiancé as well, but,” Bruce waved. Your stomach dropped. “Y/n are you sure you’re okay, you’ve paled a bit.”

“She’s engaged to someone and it’s not you?” The words escaped your lips before you could stop them from coming out. This time, Bruce held a shocked expression. 

“What made you think we were together?” 

“The better question is what didn’t? The two of you have always been so close, it was easy to tell that you were in love with her.” You waved it off, trying to gloss over the topic but Bruce wasn’t having it. 

“But I’m not,” Bruce moved closer to you. “I’ve never been in love with Rachel.”

You let out a scoff, “You don’t have to lie to me, Bruce. I’m not going to say anything.”

“I would never lie to you,” by the time he was saying those words, his hands had grabbed yours. “Not about feelings. Not when I’ve been in love with you since we were children.”

You opened and closed your mouth wordlessly, much like a fish staring at the outside of the tank. Blinking a few times, the words that you wanted to say found you, “Bruce.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you, Y/n,” he pointed, scooting closer to you. “I love you. I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. And god, I wish that I had said this a long time ago. There was no reason for me to keep this from you, I was selfish and didn’t want to lose you. So, I kept it a secret and let my feelings fester over time. God, Y/n, the things you do to me.”

“Bruce,” you moved closer, cutting him off with any other words he was going to say. “I love you too, I always have.”

It didn’t take long for his lips to find yours, burning hot as the two of you molded together. Your hands flew to his hair, tugging on the dark brown locks. His one hand cupped your cheek, the other placed firmly against the nape of your neck, pulling you closer to him. The kiss was searing, just as you imagined it would be, stealing your breath away in quiet anticipation. If you were being honest with yourself, you could have stayed like that forever. His hands held onto you as if you were the thing he cherished the most, maybe that’s because you were what he cherished most. His hands stayed in the same position when the two of you broke apart for air, your foreheads resting on each other. At some point, both of your knees had come together like a jigsaw puzzle. He stared at you for a brief moment, “Do you want this?”

The words flew from your mouth without a thought, “I’ve always wanted this.” 

Not another word left the two of you as Bruce quickly stood up, pulling your hands so you would follow suit. It didn’t take long for his lips to find yours again, this time his hands decided to trail farther down the expanse of your exposed shoulders. Your hands had decidedly done the same, running up and down his arms. To be honest with yourself, half of what happened after that went on autopilot. The way your hands traveled under his coat, beginning to pull it off of his shoulders. He followed your lead, removing his hands from your body so you could push the coat off of him. Your lips never once left each other as you guys began to walk closer and closer to the bed, another item of clothing getting lost in your wake. 

By the time your knees hit the edge of the bed, your dress had already been taken off and you were left in just your underwear and high heels. The kiss broke for the first time, allowing you to gaze at Bruce without his clothing on. One of your hands dragged along the scars that were scattered across his chest, and your lips followed suit as you placed soft kisses on each of them. Bruce’s lips formed a trail down from behind your ear to your neck, sucking in certain places until he found the spot that made your breath hitch. He nipped at the spot, helping to ease the pain on the spot with his tongue afterward. You pulled back from his chest (effectively stopping his lips from trailing farther down the expanse of your body), taking his face in between your two hands. Moving forward so your noses are touched and eyes stared directly into one another, you let three words fall from your lips over again, “I love you.”

Bruce’s lips formed a smile, “I love you.”

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling your bare chest against his. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Prove it then, pretty boy.”

“I was already planning on it, sweetheart. But, since you put it like that,” Bruce muttered in response, dropping his head to the valley of your breasts as he pushed you to sit on the bed. In this position, he towered over you, leaving you to watch him as he took one of your buds into his mouth. One of his hands reached up to your shoulder, lightly pushing on it so you leaned back onto the bed. His other hand traveled down to the thin lace strap of your underwear. As his lips continued to trail lower, so did his hand and with it the piece of lace. Bruce fell to his knees, hands pushing your legs apart so he could get better positioning. His lips pressed kisses on your knees before he hooked them over his shoulders, the kisses continued to trail up your thighs until his breath fanned across the one place you wanted his lips to go.

“Bruce,” you whined, hand going down to his hair. 

He let out a chuckle, “Patience, sweetheart.” You let out a breathy moan in response, only to have a much louder one get pulled out of you as he attached his lips around your sensitive bud. His tongue delved down, savoring in your taste as you let out another whimper in response to his actions. He continued his onslaught as your moans got louder and louder, hand tugging tighter on his dark brown locks. At some point, you had found yourself pushing his face farther into your hips, chasing your own release. His hand reached your sensitive mound as his lips reached back to your nub, briefly biting on it as one of his fingers entered your hole. Soon one finger became two as he began to scissor his fingers, stretching you and trying to find the spot that made your back arch off of the bed. He let out a low chuckle when he did, which only added to your whines. Leaning his head back, he went to speak to you, “Look at you, sweetheart. You look so pretty when you’re whining for me. Taste pretty good too.”

“Bruce, please,” you pleaded as his fingers began to pump in and out of you mercilessly. 

“Come for me, pretty girl,” he looked up to you before his lips surrounded your clit again. It didn’t take much more than his words and lips to make you see white, nails scratching at his scalp as your hips bucked up into his face. He continued to ride you through your orgasm, your vision going from burning white to normal. 

Bruce stood back up, placing his two fingers into his mouth and cleaning them off with a hum. You watched him as he did so, sucking in a quick breath as you felt wetness begin to pool in you again. He leaned over you, pulling you into a kiss. This one was different from the other kisses you had shared earlier, it was rougher and more dominant. His tongue was quick to delve into your mouth, trying to explore everything your body had to offer. It allowed you to taste yourself on his lips and tongue, making you moan in response. He pulled back, “Think you got one more in you?”

“Yes,” you drawled, running your fingers down his back as you felt his bulge rest against your thigh. You ran your hand down his body, slipping your hand under the band of his underwear and giving his shaft a few pumps. He shuddered in response, kissing down the expanse of your neck, sucking harshly in a few areas that you were sure would leave a mark. Leaning down so your lips were against his ear, “Think you can fuck me until I can’t think straight anymore, Bruce?”

He let out a strangled moan in response, quickly removing his pants and running the tip of his penis through your glistening folds. There wasn’t much time for you to react as he pushed through your folds, going slowly and trying to give you as much time as possible to adjust. His hips stilled as he bottomed out in you, allowing you the time you needed to feel comfortable. Your head leaned back, trying to give your body a chance to make the feeling of being split apart turn into pleasure. The minute the pain started to dissipate, you hooked your leg around his hips. Bruce took this as his sign to begin rocking into you at a consistent pace. His thrusts weren’t hard nor were they very fast, instead, he spent the first few moments trying to pour his feelings into his actions. With his hand cupping your cheek, he placed a soft kiss on your lips, pulling back with a smile. 

It was then that he slammed into you at an unruly pace, a moan escaping your lips as he did so. His pace didn’t let up as he continued to push his hips further into yours, trying to adjust your positions so he was hitting that sweet spot every time. When his hand found itself traveling down your body, fingers circling around your sensitive bud and pressing circles into it, you let out another loud moan. With his continued onslaught of actions, you found yourself incapable of saying anything other than his name like a prayer. Everything he was doing to you was unlike any of the other men and women you had been with before. Perhaps it was just the feelings involved this time. The two of you were putting everything you had waited years to say into this moment. Pouring every moment of “I should have” or “I wish I had” into it because it was finally happening. His ragged breaths and grunts in your ear were an indication of his upcoming climax, as well as his hips thrusting in and out of you in a new vigor. 

“Need you to come for me sweetheart, think you can manage that?”

“Bruce,” you sighed. “Come inside of me, please. That’s all it’ll take, just, inside of me.”

“Fuck,” Bruce moaned into your ear, cock twitching inside of you as he continued to fuck you. His fingers moved faster on your clit, trying to get you to your climax as well. Reveling in the feeling of your walls pulsating around him as he came in thick ropes. 

He slid out of you once both of you had come down from your climaxes, laying down on the bed next to you. You rolled over, placing your head on his chest with a sigh. “Why did we wait so long to do that?”

“We’re idiots that’s why.”

You laughed, looking up to him. “Bruce?”��He hummed in response, fingers tracing circles into your back. “Go on a date with me? A real one, with dinner and maybe a movie and maybe this again if you’re so lucky.”

“Shouldn’t this be my place to ask you out for dinner?”

“I think we can defy gender norms this one time.”

“I would love to go on a date with you, Y/n.”

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shitty tim drawing for his birthday

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They're married, Your Honor.

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Stephanie after being scolded by Batman, again

Steph, storming out of the cave: God! He’s such a dick!

Jason, walking by: Actually, he’s a Bruce.

Dick, rocking back in a chair and waving: I’m a Dick! :)

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i am completely normal about this (<- lying)

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Dick + throwing his arms around his brothers

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#[’Boys’ by Charli XCX plays in the background]

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oblivious idiots in love

“ you really don’t see it, do you? “

“ if there’s nothing going on there, you don’t mind if i ask [her] out, do you? “

“ you flat out just admitted you have feelings for me. “

“ i think i’m falling in love with you. “

“ is that really all [she] is to you? “

“ [he] kissed you? “ it was more of a peck... “

“ [she’s] just a friend? “

“ you’re so full of shit. “

“ come on, you’re in love with [her]. “

“ doesn’t take an idiot to figure it out. “ “ are you calling me an idiot? “

“ i’ve been wanting to kiss you for a while. “

“ so you kissed [him], and then you... “ “ ran away. i mean... “

“ friends don't look at each other that way. “

“ not like i’ve fantasized about you, or anything… “

“ friends don’t talk about each other that way. “

“ you said i had nice lips. who says that? “

“ it’s just an innocent kiss. “

“ it’s easy to confuse feelings for something they aren’t, especially when eye-contact is involved. “

“ friends kiss each other all the time, right? “

“ we're just friends. “

“ you're still hung up on [name of ex]. “

“ if you refuse to make a move, i will. “

'' man, fuck that guy. [he] doesn't deserve [her].''

'' go show [her] what [she’s] missing. “

“ god, just, put us all out of our misery and admit it already. “

“ you were practically made for each other. “

“ she shut me down last time, remember? “

“ you’re in denial. “

“ i am not in denial! “

“ you should be with someone who respects you. “ “ and who would that be? “

“ look me in the eyes, and tell me you don’t feel something for [them]. “

“ do you have a crush on me or something? “

“ are you asking me out? “ “ no! i mean yes, maybe, as friends? “

“ don’t let this one go. ''

'' he’s perfect for you. ''

“ unless you don't like me, in which case i take it back. “

“ do you think that this, us… do you think it could be something more? “

“ [she’s] everything i ever wanted, but i don’t want to risk losing [her] as a friend. “

“ i’m worried, that if we go there, and things don't work out... you know, things might never be the same. “

“ you know that’s not the case. [she] adores you. “

“ you’re more than just friends. it’s obvious. “

“ of course i love [him]. we’ve been friends for ages. “

“ grow some balls and be honest with [her]. “

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A List of Prompts

because yeah i think it would be helpful if there was a comprehensive list of those, so

ANGST. want to cry? here's some onion for you.

fighting/intense

someone is injured

protective

reluctant allies

shedding a tear

secret relationship--getting caught and confronted

enemies to lovers

corruption arc

sentence starters

forbidden love

101 ways to break the characters (and readers) heart

broken trust

hit em where it hurts

for the damaged

short angst sentence starters

soft angst sentence starters

high pain tolerance

dark and angsty sentence starters

from the villain

SMUT / NSFW. having horny thoughts? endulge.

action prompts

subtle intimacy

sexual tension

kissing starters

smut dialogue prompts

sfw friends with benefits

types of kisses

soft dirty talk sentence starters

consent is sexy

spicy actions

subtle smut sentence starters

nonverbal sexual situations

bdsm and dom/sub prompts

build the tension

love and leashes

FLUFF. for when your heart needs healing.

simple actions.

forehead touches.

things done while spooning

things done while dancing

oblivious idiots in love

idiots in love

dancing prompts

dialogue prompts

simple touches

casual affections

soft and sweet sentence starters

types of hugs

comforting

domestic intimacy

comforting actions

soft touches

BITTERSWEET. for those who like to hurt and then soothed.

reassuring your lover

reassuring your lover pt. 2

sacred moments

hurt/comfort prompts.

hero x villain prompts

lovers in denial

comforting a lover after a nightmare

grumpy x sunshine

enemies with benefits

noticing trauma

all about the yearning

found family

nightmares and sleeping

reassuring

reunion after (physical) trauma

possessive/territorial

for the heavy hearted

enemies to lovers

hero x villain sentence starters

dissociation starters

intervention

enemies to lovers and lovers to enemies

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Seven

Seven, Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader.

Summary: Alcohol, galas, (possibly) unrequited feelings, and friendships really just add up to trouble. NSFW, Please do not interact with this if you are not 18+. Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), oral (fem!receiving), slight praise kink, fingering, slight sub-dom tones. Loosely based off of Seven by Taylor Swift. (Heavily unedited please be kind) MINORS DNI. 

Set during: TDK au

Word count: 3,533 words

Gif used not mine

If you were being honest with yourself, you should have seen it a long time ago. The longing stares Bruce had given Rachel. It had been that way since the three of you were kids. Running around the mansion laughs reverberate around the halls. Then his parents died. And the three of you dwindled into two and then one. You saw Bruce in school and sometimes when Alfred would drop by your place. Alfred was always more than happy to see you. He loved having you around. By the time you and Bruce were in high school, he started to talk to you again. That brought Rachel back into your life as well. In hindsight, maybe you should have figured it out then. But admitting that the man you’re in love with is in love with someone else isn’t the easiest thing to do. Or maybe you were trying to save your own feelings. Your feelings for Bruce go back as far as you can remember, for a long time you left them to sit as a harmless childhood crush. But harmless childhood crushes don’t break your heart. Not in the way that Bruce Wayne had. 

Bruce Wayne had always been in love with Rachel Dawes, at least, that’s what you thought. Who wouldn’t have been the better question? She is everything that a person could want to be. Strong, confident, and courageous. Not that you weren’t those same three things, because you were. It just could never live up to Rachel, she had an aura around her that made everyone hang off of every word she said. It’s why she did so well in the courtroom, she knew that that was the world for her. She was meant to be there, And you were good at what you did too, you worked your ass off through school to follow in the footsteps of your parents. 

Sipping on your glass of champagne, you watched as Bruce paraded around the party. His smile wasn’t real, you had seen that one many times before. No, this smile was the one he gave people during these events. It seemed so real to anyone else, no one would stop to question it. No one except three people: Alfred, Rachel, and you. Your heart dropped when he passed you by, giving you the same fleeting smile. The grip you had on the glass of champagne tightened as you bit your tongue. It didn’t take you long to turn on your heel and walk out of the ballroom, finding it easier to hide away from everyone instead of deal with the crowds. You should be used to it by now, these galas were a normal part of your childhood and adult life. Part of the package deal that came with being from a well-off family in Gotham City. 

Managing to stumble into an unoccupied room (there were plenty of them across the manor, but you half expected to open the door and find two teenagers who had snuck off from their parents), you let out a soft sigh. Faint music from the ballroom swayed into the room, allowing you to hum along to the tune as you sat down in the chair. Allowing your eyes to flitter around the room, you quickly noticed that you had entered the room you spent the night in as a child. A laugh escaped your lips at the irony of this room being the one you were hiding out in. It hadn’t changed in the slightest. The bed was still clad with the same brown and gold sheets and bedspread, though they were some shades lighter now. Sun bleaching, you figured. Growing up, you loved to stay in this room because of the books on the shelves. You would find yourself spending hours reading through some of the books before you went to sleep. Every now and then Bruce would sneak in, joining you in reading. The two of you had only been caught once and it was only because Bruce ended up falling asleep on the bed. 

Running your hand across the books, you smiled at the worn copy of Little Women. You trailed your finger down its spine before pulling it off of the shelf, hugging it close to your body. It would be impossible to count how many times you had read the book growing up, no less how many times you had read that specific copy of the story. Sitting back down in the chair, you grabbed your glass of champagne and sipped on it while the book lay open on your lap. Following the words of the first chapter, you figured someone would come looking for you soon. Your father or mother were more likely suspects, and Alfred was as well. Perhaps that’s why you weren’t worried to hear the door open with a creak. After all, it had been two hours since you left the party and began to reread the book (which you had gotten quite far in, thank you very much!), someone was bound to find you (or to sneak in trying to find a room). 

You just didn’t expect Bruce’s voice to carry through the room, “Y/n? Is that you?”

Out of instinct, your gaze left the page to find Bruce, “Bruce, hey.”

He walked closer to you, shutting the door behind him. The music had faded and from the sounds of it, people were walking out of the front doors, which made you believe the gala had reached its conclusion. Eyeing the book in your lap, a smile played on his lips. This smile was the one you were used to, the one he only showed to certain people. It was a special one, something you craved seeing over and over again. The way it made your heart leap and stomach feel as though butterflies had just blossomed from their cocoons. A smile almost came to your lips in response, but you quickly beat it down when the thought of Rachel came back into your mind. Bruce caught onto your change of emotion, his brows furrowing together as he took a seat across from you. “Is there a reason you decided to hide out and read during the party? I thought you enjoyed my parties.”

His tone was light, joking in manner, he knew you. You knew that much, this time you didn’t fight back the smile, “I just,” a beat. “I needed a break from everyone, guess I lost track of time.”

“I think it’s the room,” Bruce sighed. “You always lost your sense of time when you stayed in this room.”

“Blame it on the extensive library you have in this room then,” you retorted, letting your giggle reverberate around the room before silence enveloped the both of you. Looking over to Bruce, you felt your stomach turn in flips. In some ways, it felt like you were a teenager all over again. Spending time in the manor, sitting across from each other with books resting in your hands, sending glances towards each other and cheeks warming when you two locked eyes. Only this time your cheeks didn’t heat up when your gaze was met with his, “I’ve stayed past the party's welcome, Bruce. Sorry for staying in here for so long.”

You had gotten up, dress sweeping the ground as you sauntered towards the door, only to feel his hand wrap around your wrist. His grip was soft, something you could easily break out of. “You don’t have to leave,” Bruce spoke, “not unless you want to.”

“Alright.” You nodded, sitting back down in the seat in front of him. Your voice carried softly throughout the room as you spoke again, “It’s been so long since we were both in here.”

“Yeah,” Bruce moved his gaze from you to the room. “When was the last time you stayed over at the manor? We had to both be about, what? Seventeen?”

“Close to it,” you laughed. “Alfred about pitched a fit because we both fell asleep in here. As if we hadn’t done that every other time I stayed over.”

“He never really believed that you and I were anything other than just friends,” you looked over at Bruce, your smile faltering a little at the idea of being just friends. Part of you knew it was wrong to feel bad about being called his friend because that is all that you were. You had never even tried to say something about your feelings. Maybe it was the two glasses of champagne you had earlier in the night or maybe it was years worth of unresolved heartbreak that allowed for your face to wear every emotion you were feeling. Bruce was able to read you as if you were the back of his hand, making his brows come together as in thought. “Y/n? Are you okay?”

You hummed in thought, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

In a quick thought of trying to change the subject you spoke again, “How’s Rachel doing?”

“Rachel?” Bruce chuckled a little. “From what I know, she’s doing fine. She’s been busy with work and Harvey lately, so I haven’t had much time to speak to her.” 

“Harvey?” You pulled back, “As in the defense attorney?”

“Her fiancé as well, but,” Bruce waved. Your stomach dropped. “Y/n are you sure you’re okay, you’ve paled a bit.”

“She’s engaged to someone and it’s not you?” The words escaped your lips before you could stop them from coming out. This time, Bruce held a shocked expression. 

“What made you think we were together?” 

“The better question is what didn’t? The two of you have always been so close, it was easy to tell that you were in love with her.” You waved it off, trying to gloss over the topic but Bruce wasn’t having it. 

“But I’m not,” Bruce moved closer to you. “I’ve never been in love with Rachel.”

You let out a scoff, “You don’t have to lie to me, Bruce. I’m not going to say anything.”

“I would never lie to you,” by the time he was saying those words, his hands had grabbed yours. “Not about feelings. Not when I’ve been in love with you since we were children.”

You opened and closed your mouth wordlessly, much like a fish staring at the outside of the tank. Blinking a few times, the words that you wanted to say found you, “Bruce.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you, Y/n,” he pointed, scooting closer to you. “I love you. I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. And god, I wish that I had said this a long time ago. There was no reason for me to keep this from you, I was selfish and didn’t want to lose you. So, I kept it a secret and let my feelings fester over time. God, Y/n, the things you do to me.”

“Bruce,” you moved closer, cutting him off with any other words he was going to say. “I love you too, I always have.”

It didn’t take long for his lips to find yours, burning hot as the two of you molded together. Your hands flew to his hair, tugging on the dark brown locks. His one hand cupped your cheek, the other placed firmly against the nape of your neck, pulling you closer to him. The kiss was searing, just as you imagined it would be, stealing your breath away in quiet anticipation. If you were being honest with yourself, you could have stayed like that forever. His hands held onto you as if you were the thing he cherished the most, maybe that’s because you were what he cherished most. His hands stayed in the same position when the two of you broke apart for air, your foreheads resting on each other. At some point, both of your knees had come together like a jigsaw puzzle. He stared at you for a brief moment, “Do you want this?”

The words flew from your mouth without a thought, “I’ve always wanted this.” 

Not another word left the two of you as Bruce quickly stood up, pulling your hands so you would follow suit. It didn’t take long for his lips to find yours again, this time his hands decided to trail farther down the expanse of your exposed shoulders. Your hands had decidedly done the same, running up and down his arms. To be honest with yourself, half of what happened after that went on autopilot. The way your hands traveled under his coat, beginning to pull it off of his shoulders. He followed your lead, removing his hands from your body so you could push the coat off of him. Your lips never once left each other as you guys began to walk closer and closer to the bed, another item of clothing getting lost in your wake. 

By the time your knees hit the edge of the bed, your dress had already been taken off and you were left in just your underwear and high heels. The kiss broke for the first time, allowing you to gaze at Bruce without his clothing on. One of your hands dragged along the scars that were scattered across his chest, and your lips followed suit as you placed soft kisses on each of them. Bruce’s lips formed a trail down from behind your ear to your neck, sucking in certain places until he found the spot that made your breath hitch. He nipped at the spot, helping to ease the pain on the spot with his tongue afterward. You pulled back from his chest (effectively stopping his lips from trailing farther down the expanse of your body), taking his face in between your two hands. Moving forward so your noses are touched and eyes stared directly into one another, you let three words fall from your lips over again, “I love you.”

Bruce’s lips formed a smile, “I love you.”

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling your bare chest against his. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Prove it then, pretty boy.”

“I was already planning on it, sweetheart. But, since you put it like that,” Bruce muttered in response, dropping his head to the valley of your breasts as he pushed you to sit on the bed. In this position, he towered over you, leaving you to watch him as he took one of your buds into his mouth. One of his hands reached up to your shoulder, lightly pushing on it so you leaned back onto the bed. His other hand traveled down to the thin lace strap of your underwear. As his lips continued to trail lower, so did his hand and with it the piece of lace. Bruce fell to his knees, hands pushing your legs apart so he could get better positioning. His lips pressed kisses on your knees before he hooked them over his shoulders, the kisses continued to trail up your thighs until his breath fanned across the one place you wanted his lips to go.

“Bruce,” you whined, hand going down to his hair. 

He let out a chuckle, “Patience, sweetheart.” You let out a breathy moan in response, only to have a much louder one get pulled out of you as he attached his lips around your sensitive bud. His tongue delved down, savoring in your taste as you let out another whimper in response to his actions. He continued his onslaught as your moans got louder and louder, hand tugging tighter on his dark brown locks. At some point, you had found yourself pushing his face farther into your hips, chasing your own release. His hand reached your sensitive mound as his lips reached back to your nub, briefly biting on it as one of his fingers entered your hole. Soon one finger became two as he began to scissor his fingers, stretching you and trying to find the spot that made your back arch off of the bed. He let out a low chuckle when he did, which only added to your whines. Leaning his head back, he went to speak to you, “Look at you, sweetheart. You look so pretty when you’re whining for me. Taste pretty good too.”

“Bruce, please,” you pleaded as his fingers began to pump in and out of you mercilessly. 

“Come for me, pretty girl,” he looked up to you before his lips surrounded your clit again. It didn’t take much more than his words and lips to make you see white, nails scratching at his scalp as your hips bucked up into his face. He continued to ride you through your orgasm, your vision going from burning white to normal. 

Bruce stood back up, placing his two fingers into his mouth and cleaning them off with a hum. You watched him as he did so, sucking in a quick breath as you felt wetness begin to pool in you again. He leaned over you, pulling you into a kiss. This one was different from the other kisses you had shared earlier, it was rougher and more dominant. His tongue was quick to delve into your mouth, trying to explore everything your body had to offer. It allowed you to taste yourself on his lips and tongue, making you moan in response. He pulled back, “Think you got one more in you?”

“Yes,” you drawled, running your fingers down his back as you felt his bulge rest against your thigh. You ran your hand down his body, slipping your hand under the band of his underwear and giving his shaft a few pumps. He shuddered in response, kissing down the expanse of your neck, sucking harshly in a few areas that you were sure would leave a mark. Leaning down so your lips were against his ear, “Think you can fuck me until I can’t think straight anymore, Bruce?”

He let out a strangled moan in response, quickly removing his pants and running the tip of his penis through your glistening folds. There wasn’t much time for you to react as he pushed through your folds, going slowly and trying to give you as much time as possible to adjust. His hips stilled as he bottomed out in you, allowing you the time you needed to feel comfortable. Your head leaned back, trying to give your body a chance to make the feeling of being split apart turn into pleasure. The minute the pain started to dissipate, you hooked your leg around his hips. Bruce took this as his sign to begin rocking into you at a consistent pace. His thrusts weren’t hard nor were they very fast, instead, he spent the first few moments trying to pour his feelings into his actions. With his hand cupping your cheek, he placed a soft kiss on your lips, pulling back with a smile. 

It was then that he slammed into you at an unruly pace, a moan escaping your lips as he did so. His pace didn’t let up as he continued to push his hips further into yours, trying to adjust your positions so he was hitting that sweet spot every time. When his hand found itself traveling down your body, fingers circling around your sensitive bud and pressing circles into it, you let out another loud moan. With his continued onslaught of actions, you found yourself incapable of saying anything other than his name like a prayer. Everything he was doing to you was unlike any of the other men and women you had been with before. Perhaps it was just the feelings involved this time. The two of you were putting everything you had waited years to say into this moment. Pouring every moment of “I should have” or “I wish I had” into it because it was finally happening. His ragged breaths and grunts in your ear were an indication of his upcoming climax, as well as his hips thrusting in and out of you in a new vigor. 

“Need you to come for me sweetheart, think you can manage that?”

“Bruce,” you sighed. “Come inside of me, please. That’s all it’ll take, just, inside of me.”

“Fuck,” Bruce moaned into your ear, cock twitching inside of you as he continued to fuck you. His fingers moved faster on your clit, trying to get you to your climax as well. Reveling in the feeling of your walls pulsating around him as he came in thick ropes. 

He slid out of you once both of you had come down from your climaxes, laying down on the bed next to you. You rolled over, placing your head on his chest with a sigh. “Why did we wait so long to do that?”

“We’re idiots that’s why.”

You laughed, looking up to him. “Bruce?” He hummed in response, fingers tracing circles into your back. “Go on a date with me? A real one, with dinner and maybe a movie and maybe this again if you’re so lucky.”

“Shouldn’t this be my place to ask you out for dinner?”

“I think we can defy gender norms this one time.”

“I would love to go on a date with you, Y/n.”

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Have I mentioned lately that I would DIE for Dick Grayson??? ‘cuz I would….

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Big Brother Dick with his baby siblings in the Nightwing blue color in WFA

Dick & Jason : # 28

Dick & Tim : # 27

Dick & Duke & Cass : # 10

Dick & Damian : # 13

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dick needs to be in the next batman film because the idea of THIS bruce, a journaling emo boy with social anxiety, adopting a happy-to-be-there orphan and bringing him on missions is eating me up inside.

like imagine alfred waking up late at night because he hears something get knocked over and sees bruce bleeding out on a table with dick happily greeting him, sutures in his hand.

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“Wayne Family Adventures is too fanfiction-esc so its bad >:(” SHUT UP! THEY ARE HAPPY!! THATS ALL I WANT. THEIR HAPPINESS MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME! 

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Cannot stop thinking about this

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Can u write another John carter from ER fic?

I’ve got a couple in the drafts that will (hopefully) be finished soon! My college semester just started up and I have little to no time for writing right now.