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All Too Instinctual | Bruce Wayne x m!reader

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requested by TECHNICALLY, @kaijubluu

: ̗̀➛ Bruce is your best friend in the world, but when you get a bit of a crush on Batman, it does complicate things a little bit.

trigger warnings: ̗̀➛ swearing

: ̗̀➛ Bale!Batman/Nolanverse Batman.

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It was a dark, warm and sticky night when you decided to sit up in the old football field just on the outskirts of Gotham; it was quiet, and the city lights were far away enough that you could ignore them as you watched the bats in the dark blue skies.

Their black wings extended as they flapped and slapped loudly; they would swoop, then suddenly turn and shoot back up in a sharp angle. You smiled, leaning back with your head against the soft grass; the slight cool breeze washed and rolled over you as you placed your hands on your stomach and kept your gaze up.

You weren't even aware of him next to you, silently sat there and watching you; you flinched when your eyes met his silhouette, clutching your chest for a second.

"Fuck!" You huffed. "Batman!"

He nodded curtly at you, and looked out at the field. "You're always here... why?"

You shrugged, finding solace and comfort in his gruff, deep voice. You knew it well, and would have been lying if you said it didn't make shivers roll down your back and excitement set aflame to your stomach. "I can't sleep... I worry about Bruce."

The big, bad, Bat nodded. "You always do."

"He's my best friend," you huffed, all too aware of those hazel eyes on you. Resisting the urge to get lost in them as best as you could. "I'll always worry... he went out to some fucking... gala type of shit. I dunno. Rich cunts begging richer cunts for money."

Batman laughed, and you knew it well as you smiled. "Mind if I stay?"

You shrugged, and hummed. "I never do, do I?"

He hummed back, and slowly lowered himself into the grass next to you.

"Quiet night, I take it?" You asked softly, and heard him nod in response. "You need some WD-40 on that mask, by the way. I can hear the neck joint creak."

An all too familiar smile came to his lips. "I'll leave it. You can fix it, leave it here."

You agreed, and fell into a comfortable silence with him for a moment; he moved closer, so you did the same, until your head was against the dense fabric of his shoulder plate. He was warm, warmer than the air around you at least, but his scent was too comforting.

It was familiar, and welcoming. It was almost like home.

Almost.

You had grown used to his presence, and you couldn't lie; when you looked at the edges of his cowl, your eyes were often drawn in to his lips, and you had wondered quite a lot what it would feel like.

Whether or not the Batman was as big and as bad as they said, or if he was as soft and cuddly as a stuffed toy bat.

Batman's eyes went down to your lips, and you couldn't stop the way your breath started to pick up and your heart began to pound harshly.

Bruce sighed heavily as he entered the Bat Cave; sweat stuck to the back of his head from where he had been wearing his cowl, but he had left the mask part with you when he had left. Disappearing into the night before you could see his face, or at least he hoped so, he didn't want to ruin the illusion.

Batman had a crush, and so did you, and Bruce was caught right in the middle of it.

He hung up the suit as he usually did, ready for Alfred to clean it and to fix any damage - even though the worst of it that night had been a grass stain on the cape - and collapsed in his desk chair.

A quick swipe of his hand through his hair revealed it was still wet, but he couldn't complain as he pulled his phone out and checked it; a few texts from you, and none of them out of the unusual when it came to the times that you coincidentally bumped into Batman.

Bruce didn't know what he was supposed to do, though; he knew that if he told you his identity, then Joker or Scarecrow... or worse would come after you to get to him. He had to keep Batman and Bruce Wayne completely separated to you, and knew that it would strain everything; by day, he was loving best friend, and by night, he was the crush who would leave right before you could steal a kiss.

He groaned in frustration, and held his head in his hands for a moment too long as he stared at the floor; it was a fucking mess of a situation, and it was all his fault.

He could never tell you.

He really hoped that you would fix that mask and never realise who was behind it.

But... there wasn't any reason why he couldn't drop a few hints here and there to see if you really, really felt for Batman. There was no harm in seeing about that part of it, at least, and maybe he could just play along and act like he wasn't the one who was lying in the grass with you.

He just couldn't let you touch his skin, or tell you how he really felt; he knew that if he did, you would know the words all too well, and you would figure it out.

It was too dangerous to allow that. Nights had been quiet the past few days, but that didn't mean that the Joker or Scarecrow were cooking up something truly awful in whatever rat nest they were infesting.

Bruce looked at his phone again, and thought about what he could say to you through Batman to try and pry it out of you what you really thought; he thought about music, and then decided that that was too broad.

Films were too specific.

But... but there were a couple of things that would have worked without being too vague or too broad.

You clung to Bruce's arm as you strolled through the city streets without much of care; the direct opposite of one another, he wore a fine and expensive black and blue suit with a pair of flashy sunglasses, whilst you stuck to a mangled pair of cargo trousers, beaten up trainers, and a baggy shirt with the Jurassic Park logo on it.

Nobody really took much notice, not even the press; you had grown used to their presence, and never cared when they called you Bruce's roommate. The vultures needed to eat, too, and you would have been lying if you said you didn't mind any excuse to get next to Bruce.

Holding his hand was out of the question, as much as you loved it, as you didn't quite like the thought of mixing sweat; holding onto his arm was just as good, though.

Bruce didn't mind, either, as when you stopped to cross the road, he was more than happy to allow you to let go so that he could place his hand at the small of your back; it was all too instinctual, too well rehearsed, for either of you to pay it any attention.

When you sat down together, you were practically sitting on his lap, your leg thrown over his as your shoulders stayed all but fused together; your arm was linked with his, and neither of you shied from stealing a sip of the other's drink without asking.

It was too instinctual.

Your head screamed the entire time, telling you that it wasn't just a natural closeness that came with the territory; you tried to block it out as much as you could, even if you knew that it was right. A quick look at your grin in the reflection of your drink told you all too well.

Bruce couldn't stop it, blushing whenever he caught your gaze and whenever you smiled at him; biting back his smile even though he couldn't and hoping that you didn't catch it. Quick glances and the urge to put his arm across your shoulders. He tried to tell himself that it was just something related to the natural closeness that came with the territory.

Little else, even if it was too instinctual to ignore.

He shouldn't have had butterflies, or thought about how you would react on his worst nights when he went back with new cuts and bruises; the weight of the world resting on his shoulders, but always lifted halfway whenever you were near.

He was lucky. Most people in his line of work didn't get someone who made them feel like that.

He knew he was lucky, and knew how much he would have hated himself if anything happened to you; he would have hated himself if you had ever gotten hurt because of him.

Still, the butterflies came back the moment you smiled at him, and the blushing wouldn't stop whenever you met his hazel eyes, either.

Shit.

You laid the mask down behind the old oak tree, and sighed to yourself as you smiled a little; you knew that he would grab it, but you knew that you had to leave. You wanted to see if he would know where to go, so you fled; amongst winding trees and tangling brambles, there was a clearing right beside the small creek.

The water gushed through, and the clay banks were slick as you ran out onto one of the thicker branches that extended across them, and waited; you knew that he would be looking for you, but whether or not he would find you was something else entirely.

You spent most of the time watching the deer; they would approach the bank, their hooves digging into the clay and leaving deep imprints, before taking a drink and wandering away without so much as glancing at you.

"Thank you."

You turned, and smiled as you shuffled along the branch to make room. "How'd you know where to find me?"

Batman grumbled, and gingerly sat down beside you; you had seen him do it before, and tried not to laugh as you thought about how he had fallen in last time. "A friend."

"Oh, you have friends?" You asked, raising a brow slightly.

He rolled his eyes, and glared at you. "More than you know."

He smiled, and you knew it immediately. You hummed, and moved right next to him.

His leg found its way beneath yours. You narrowed your eyes slightly.

"Aren't you supposed to be scary?" You asked, all but whispering.

He shrugged. "Only to those who need to be scared."

You nodded slowly, and his arm found its way to tangle with yours. "Should I be scared, or am I alright?"

"You're fine," he told you, his shoulder plate pressing into your shoulder. "Don't worry."

"Wow, the big bad Bat actually likes me!" You breathed out with a grin.

There was that smile again, and in the low light, you could see the blush leaking beneath the mask. You wanted to laugh.

"Why here?" He asked gruffly.

You shrugged, and rested your head against him. "Why not? It's nice, don't you think?"

Batman tensed up, and allowed his breath to escape from his lips in small, shuddering, silent gasps; he had no idea if you were just toying with him or not, but the butterflies had come back, and he almost wanted to be sick.

"I won't say no," he admitted.

You hummed, and clung to his arm as best as you could. "It's a quiet night again, then."

He nodded.

You hummed. "Y'know, sometimes I sit out here, and I can swear I can hear a car - it backs onto Wayne Manor that way," you pointed, "but that's stupid, right? I mean, it's not like Alfred is taking Bruce's Mustang for a joyride."

He swallowed thickly, and clenched his jaw.

"Maybe he is," you mused. "Wouldn't blame him... what about you, Bats? You got a car?"

Oh, fuck it.

"Yeah," he huffed.

You hummed, and expertly moved so that you were sat on his lap; by an all too instinctual move, Batman put one hand at the small of your back, the other between your shoulders.

You grinned, and laughed loudly. "I fucking knew it!"

He frowned. "What?"

"Bruce," you rolled your eyes. "I know it's you."

"How-"

"C'mon," you hummed. "The smile. The touching. I know it's you."

"Alright, fine," he grumbled, letting you go for a moment to take the cowl off. "I'm Batman."

"Yeah, I knew the entire time," you shrugged. "I wondered how long it'd take you to figure out that the reason I like Batman, is because I like you, you daft cunt."

Bruce grinned, and shook his head. "I wanted to keep it a secret."

"Why?" You furrowed your brows, putting your hands on his shoulders. "Don't you trust me?"

He shook his head. "I trust you more than I can say. I just don't want you getting hurt because of me."

"I won't," you whispered, moving one hand to cup his jaw. "Brucie..."

"Mm?"

"Can I finally kiss you?" You asked, and when he agreed, you couldn't keep the smile from your lips.

It was a little clumsy, but all too instinctual and well rehearsed; like a snake hunting down a mouse, it was strong, and over all too quickly, leaving you breathless.

"Worth it?" He asked, raising his brows slightly.

"I think I need to try it again," you hummed, licking your lips. "Y'know, just to be absolutely sure, Batman."

"Can we get off of this branch?" He grumbled. "I don't wanna fall in again."

"I'll do you one better: one more kiss," you murmured. "Then we can go back home, instead."

Bruce nodded, all too eager. "Deal."

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