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The Batman

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Chapter 6: Busted

Chapter 5: https://www.tumblr.com/silentangel00/736690947543416832/the-batman?source=share

Batman slowly comes to only seeing blurry faces as Y/N looks down at him in worry, shining a light in his eyes. Voices start to fade in as he notices the cops huddled around him.

"Who do you think he is under there?" One cop questions. Gordon holds him back slightly giving him a light warning to take it easy.

"What is that thing? Leather?" Another cop questions pushing in to get a better look at his mask. You huff out of frustration at the cops crowding around you, making it hard to give him a proper examination.

"Can you please give me some room to work here fellas!?" They ignore you though and continue to bicker amongst themselves.

"What's he got on his eyes?"

"Who cares? I just wanna see his face!"

"What are we doin' here? Let's just take it off" A cop pushes past you and reaches for Batman's mask. Your eyes widen and you yell at him to stop but Batman's hands are quick to reach up and grab the cop by the wrist. The room comes alive with officers yelling as Gordon and you push them back giving Batman room to rise off of the interrogation table. You push yourself between him and the cop who tried to unmask him as you press a hand to his chest trying to keep him from breaking the cop's arm. Instead, he lets go of the cop and pushes you behind him to protect you from the cops who decided to draw their guns on him.

"Relax, Goddamit!" Gordon yells at everyone at the room finally quiets.

"You protecting this guy Jim?" Chief Bock questions pointedly, "He interfered in an active hostage situation! Colson's blood is on his hands!"

"Maybe it's on yours." Batman accuses narrowing his eyes at the Chief.

"What'd you say?!"

"He'd rather die than talk... What was he afraid of?... You?"

The Chief steps forward calmly but fuming as he gets in Batman's face. " You sonuvabitch! You have any idea what kinda trouble you're in?! You could be an accessory to MURDER!"

Suddenly another cop steps forward "Why are we playin' games here chief?" He grabs onto Batman's cowl yet again. This causes Batman to erupt and knock the cop back off balance. More cops launch themselves at Batman as the room goes crazy, you crawl up on the table trying to avoid getting hit as Batman has his way with them in a wild melee. Alarmed Gordon yet again tries to break it up.

"WOAH!-- Back off!-- BACK OFF!" Gordon yells doing everything he can to hold the crowd back.

"Great! Now I got you on assaulting an officer!" Chief Bock announces. Batman glowers at him.

"You got me on assaulting three..." He tries to step up to the Chief but Gordon quickly shoves him against the window surprisingly hard to stop him.

"Hey!-- Whats the matter with you?! This isn't the way to do this!" He chastises. Batman stops, shocked with his eyes flaring as their eyes lock. Gordon glares back in seriousness.

"You too now?" Batman says as he fills with contempt. Gordon keeps his dark eyes on Batman as he speaks to the Chief.

"Lemme handle this Chief... Gimme a minute."

"You gonna put yourself on the line for this scumbag Jim?"

"Just give me a minute and I'll get him to cooperate!"

The Chief stares for a second considering Gordon's request before he nods, "Ok, give him the room."

The cops begin to crowd out in displeasure as they leave the room. You slide off the table breathing heavily as you pat Gordon on the arm and he nods silently at you that he's alright. Batman watches as you leave the room and close the door behind you, watching as you walk into the crowd of cops and disappear.

He's violently interrupted from watching after you as Gordon gives him a slight shove.

"You listen to me!" and they face each other with angry expressions, "We gotta get you outta here..." Gordon utters lowly.

"That'll put a lotta heat on you," Batman responds in kind, making it look like an argument to the crowd of cops watching from the other side of the window.

"Well, you punched me in the face."

"Uh-huh," Batman nods liking this plan.

"Take this key," Gordon sneaks a key into his hands, "Through that door. Hallway to the stairs that go to the roof."

Batman's eyes clock the door, then turns to the silent room of cops as he hears a detective conferring with you. Struck by the realization that the detective talking to you is the same bouncer from the Iceberg that he got into a fight with the night before. His eyes narrow as he leans in to whisper to Gordon.

"Who's the mustache with the broken nose?"

Gordon looks into the crowd and then turns back, "That's Kenzie, he's in Narcotics."

"... he's one of the guys I got into it with at the Iceberg Lounge."

"... what are you saying? Kenzie moonlights for Penguin?"

"...Or he moonlights as a cop."

As soon as Kenzie notices Batman staring at him his face pales in alarm. Without warning Batman punches Gordon in the face causing Jim to fall to the ground as he makes a break for the stairwell. You exclaim as you shove your cup of coffee into Kenzie's hands and run into the room trying your best to keep your balance as cops push madly past you and down the hall after Batman. You crouch next to Jim who's still on the floor slumped against the wall.

"You ok?!" You ask worriedly checking him. He nods and briefly looks around before looking at you as you examine his face.

"You think that was believable enough?" He asks giving you a small smile. You pause and stare at him puzzled for a second before it clicks.

"Jesus Christ," You can't help but chuckle in disbelief, "You two are crazy."

You help Gordon up as you stand and make your way out of the interrogation room, "I'll be right back with an icepack."

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It's a little while later and Alfred is just now putting tea on the stove as he hears a knock at the door. He quickly walks over to the entrance and opens the door smiling as you lower your umbrella and turn to him.

"My darling girl!" He warmly says as he opens his arms for a hug not caring that you're a bit wet from the rain, "You can't imagine my surprise and absolute elation to hear from you tonight." He leads you into the living room next to a fireplace he already had lit for your arrival.

"It's so good to see you Alfred... It's been to long," You look down in guilt, "I'm sorry about that." You say with sadness. Alfred reaches over and shakes his head as he takes your hand into his.

"It's not your fault dear-- trust me, I'm aware..." He gives you an understanding smile and an intense feeling washes over you causing you to break down into tears. It's a feeling you haven't felt in way to long -- Comfort.

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Concealed in an alley behind the Iceberg Lounge Gordon and Batman watch closely waiting for any activity.

"Kenzie and the twins coming your way." Gordon radios over to Batman in a separate vehicle as he watches Penguin exit with Kenzie and the twins. Kenzie is holding two duffles which he stuffs into the back of a car. "Wonder whats in the bags... Do you wanna move in?"

Gordon waits tensely for Batman's answer with his walkie as he watches Penguin and Twins get into the vehicle.

"Let's follow," Batman replies.

They follow them through Gotham til they arrive to a lab warehouse. Gordon cautiously comes to a stop from a safe distance and radios Batman.

"They stopped on Waterfront Street -- The Pharmaceutical Labs..."

Batman looks down from the roof of the warehouse at the sign with disdain as his chest clenches in painful realization. 'Y/L/N Pharmaceutical Laboratories'

"I'm here..." He replies to Gordon as his brain thinks through a million things at once. He observes from a skylight as workers lead Penguin to a crew in surgical masks filling vials with chemicals by bubbling cookers and beakers. He watches as eye-droppers are screwed onto the vials. With displeasure, Batman whispers into his wrist, "They're making drops. This is a buy..."

"Looks like they got Maroni's operation up and running again."

"Or they never shut it down at all..."

"You saying the biggest drug bust in GCPD history was a fraud?"

Batman doesn't answer with his thoughts because his most prominent thoughts do not concern Maroni. He's heavy-hearted as all he can think about is you. Is she involved in this? Does she know about this? Is she working with the Penguin? Maybe I can't trust her after all...

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Alfred and you laughed as you caught up with one another, sharing stories of everything over the past decade. You sit relaxed, after asking Alfred for a bit of whisky with your tea, in the study as he sifts through that day's mail.

"My brother's face was absolutely priceless!" You say with a laugh as you shift to lay sideways, your legs falling over the armrest of the office chair. Alfred looks at you and chuckles as he continues to slice open mail.

"Your brother was always a... special boy," You roll your eyes and nod in agreement, Alfred pauses, "How is he doing? Last I heard he was..." Alfred trails off and you sigh.

"Last you heard was the last I heard as well... trust me," You look down into your cup sullenly and shake your head in disbelief, "Haven't heard from him or about him in years, I don't even know if he's alive. -- Even though he was a jerk and a... 'special boy' I still miss him and his craziness sometimes. I mean despite some of the messes he would get himself into, he was always there for me, even in my darkest times -- like when I broke up with my ex..."

"You had a boyfriend?" Alfred asks trying to change the subject to a hopefully lighter one. Little did he know.

"Yep, my one and only so far... we were high school sweethearts and then we graduated, talked about running away together, and then he..." You trailed off as the memories came flooding back. Maybe I should've stopped two cups ago. "Let's just say I had a quick learning experience about never really truly knowing someone..."

Alfred eye's you out of the corner of his eye as he pretends to read a letter, "So he put his hands on you." He said in a very straightforward manner. You sat up immediately eyes widening in shock at him.

"How did you...?" You stared at him for a moment and soon realized he wasn't going to offer to explain. You flopped back in the chair and sigh, "It was only once and that was enough for me." You then stand up immediately regretting getting up so quick as the world spins for a second, but eventually find your bearings and leave the room to grab a glass of water. Alfred sifts through more mail about to open another letter until he notices a bulging manila mailer. He picks it up curiously as he reads the scrawled letter on the front 'PERSONAL/CONFIDENTIAL -- FOR BRUCE WAYNES EYES ONLY'. Alfred opens it and pulls a green gift-wrapped box with a silver envelope taped to it out of the mailer. His eyes widen in shock as he discovers the envelope reads 'FOR THE BATMAN'.

You walk back in the room with a glass of water and make your way back the chair you were sitting on next to Alfred til the envelope in his hands catches your attention and you stop dead in your tracks. An awful feeling creeps into your gut as you slowly walk closer eyeing the Green package in his hands. He flips the envelope puzzled as he finds a 'Fireproof' label on the back. You see it as addressed to the Batman and fear immediately takes over your whole being as you run to knock the box out of Alfred's hands.

"Alfred!"

But he seems to have caught on as he glances in alarm at the gift-wrapped box spotting a red pulsing light glowing from within. He immediately throws it and dives to cover you as the package erupts. The force of the blast knocking you unconscious.

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Bruce gazes through the window of the ICU room at Alfred. Alfred's bandaged and still unconscious as he's breathing through an oxygen mask. Nurses bustle around his room attending to him as a doctor emerges and moves towards Bruce looking at him with a grave expression.

"We've sedated him, we just have to hope he stabilizes..."

Bruce nods, but it's not clear he's even heard what the doctor said as the doctor stares at him and continues gently.

"Is there anyone else to notify? Next of kin?"

Bruce turns to look at her disoriented, "No.... it's just me..."

The doctor nods and walks back into the room. Bruce stands looking through the window a moment longer before turning about to leave. He stops as his eyes land on you walking towards him with a bandage on your arm and head.

"Bruce?" You pause wide-eyed before you proceed to quickly walk up to him and embrace him in a tight hug. Bruce stiffens not reciprocating the hug and you pull away giving him a once over, "Are you ok? I have been worried out of my mind when I realized you were this psycho's next target!"

Bruce doesn't respond as he stares into her eyes trying to read any signs of dishonesty. "Why were you at the tower?" He asks eyes narrowing at her. She flinches at his tone, gruff and guarded.

"I called Alfred to catch up... He invited me over for tea." She chuckles wryly as her eyes drift to Alfred's form, tears start to prick at her eyes. Seeing him in this state was to much, "I owe him my life, he took the full brunt of the blast for me."

Bruce continues to gaze at her with uncertainty, but he can't waste another moment here, he has to much work to do and very little time. "I have to go." He says blankly and starts to walk away. You turn to him in disbelief and call out to him.

"Where?"

"Home," He says starting to feel irritated. Your presence was confusing him and he can't handle it right now.

"I don't think that's the safest place right now..." You say softly as you approach him, he suddenly turns toward you making you stop in slight surprise.

"How would you be so sure?" He stares at you accusingly. His aura was not friendly and it was confusing you where this hostility was coming from, but you try to shake it off.

"Listen, I know I haven't been around for... a very long time. So it's probably not my place to say this but I feel like you should stay here with Alfred. Be here for him when he wakes up."

Bruce takes very quick and long steps toward her, startling her as he now stands right in front of her, his voice low but stern, "You're right it's not your place anymore. You lost that privilege ten years ago. So don't think you can come here and pretend to be family again."

"What are you- All I want is for us to be friends again! Why is that so hard?"

"We've changed."

"We? WE? -- No you, have changed."

"Stay away from Alfred."

You pause in shock, "Bruce wha-"

"One of your labs gets busted for the production of Drops and on the same night you happen to be at the Riddler's next bombing location, is that a coincidence?"

You stop and stare in disbelief at Bruce. How did he know about the Drops bust? You had only just heard about it an hour ago, already resolved to make a visit to that lab as soon as they discharged you tomorrow morning.

"You think I planted that bomb in your home? That I'm working with that psycho?! That I intentionally want to hurt you and Alfred?!"

"I don't know what to believe," Bruce whispers out as he turns and walks away leaving you distraught as you fight back tears. Your head is pounding, you don't know if it's from your head injury or from being accused of wanting to murder the two people you would give your life for without hesitation. All you know is that that wasn't Bruce... You don't know who that is anymore...

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Spontaneous Combustion Part 5 | Peter Parker x Reader

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 Complete!

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: what you thought you knew, he might have known all along

Warnings: swearing and sugar 💞

Word Count: a cute 4k

It truly felt like life has resumed back to normal.

Birds were chirping through the city as the winter died down, and spring brought back its flowers.

You were happy and no longer afraid.

The sunshine gleamed a little brighter and warmer than it has in months.

Scratch that, you were still kind of afraid, but healing.

You march up your school steps, looking for Michelle. At the top she was chatting with Ned and Peter.

When you you walked over to them, you shared a small glance with Peter Parker and he smiled back at you shyly. You skipped to join them, and entered the school together, Peter by your side.

His fingertips brushed yours as you matched step.

You felt a violent blush creep onto your cheeks and thought,

I’m going to explode.

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silentangel00 · 1 year ago

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sanguineterrain left this tag from my previous art post about bruce being 40s heartthrob coded and they are SO right!!!!!! can't stop thinking about it!!!!!

men don't know if they want to be him or own him

this man is a single mother

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Bruce “please do not perceive me” Wayne in THE BATMAN (2022)

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Hello There - Jon Kent x Reader

Requested by Anon - hello! i love your works, you are an excelent writer :D! Can i request an one shot were batsis (from fitting in) and jon fall in love? she highkey deserves a fairy tale romance and i think bruce and damian reactions would be very funny haha

Requested by Anon - I know you basically just finished one big Jon x reader, but do you think could please make another fic or headcannon with him? It could about anything you choose. 👉🏼👈🏼 (P.S. - it’s been said already but I’ll say it again; WILIF is m a s t e r p i e c e ✨)

Author’s Note - This took me a year to write. Happy Holidays!

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haven

battinson! bruce wayne x f! reader

chapter fourteen

Summary: After the sudden deaths of her mother and grandmother, y/n is forced to return home to Gotham…and to the man who broke her heart three years ago. Back in Bruce Wayne’s inescapable orbit, she vows to get to the bottom of her former best friend’s new cold personality. But Bruce’s secrets aren’t what she’s expecting.

a/n: I'm back to posting semi-regularly, yay! Not sure when the next chapter will be finished because of the holidays but hopefully it'll be within the next week or so! This one is a little on the shorter side, but the next several will be longer I think! (Since I haven't actually written them--but I have plans and they're lengthy.)

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“Oh man,” Martinez groaned as his eyes flicked from Alfred, to her, to the picture, and back again. He gulped audibly. Next to him, Blake the security guard was white as a sheet. “Gordon’s gonna kill me.”

“Gordon’s gonna kill me,” Martinez said for the twentieth time as y/n poured him a cup of coffee to replace the one that was currently still on the foyer floor. “I was supposed to be the one paying attention. I was the one he trusted.” Which, he informed her after maybe the fourth “Gordon’s gonna kill me,” that meant he was Gordon’s most trusted on her security team. He was one who was secretly supposed to make sure no one else was compromised.

“Martinez,” y/n said for the nineteenth time. “No he isn’t. You were doing your job. You already said you didn’t leave, or fall asleep, or take a call. In fact, you did your job so well you ignored my offer of coffee.” She held out the new mug.

Martinez was still nervously mangling the hat of his uniform. He was completely ignoring her reassurances. He went still after a second, then turned eyes that were twice as frightened to her. “Man, Mr. Wayne’s gonna be so mad too, isn’t he? This is his house.”

Y/n narrowed her eyes. “I’ll handle Bruce. And besides–Alfred’s more in charge than he is, and he already agreed it wasn’t your fault.” Alfred had met Gordon downstairs a few minutes earlier. The elevator and entire lobby had been turned into a crime scene. Martinez and y/n were waiting to give their statements.

Easing Martinez’s fears was much easier than facing her own. It was easy to focus on him and nothing else. Because in the short half hour since she’d first found the picture, each bit of new information was worse than the last. No one on the security detail had been harmed, bribed, or had even moved. The security cameras had been turned off for only ten minutes. Which all meant that someone had enough access to Wayne Tower and its security to get past everything extra that had been set up.

They wanted her to know that they could get to her.

And they were drawing it out. Instead of grabbing her, they were making her wait. Making her scared.

Y/n focused again on the nervous cop in front of her, who was still bemoaning the fact that everyone was going to be mad at him.

“If you don’t stop, I’m going to be mad at you,” she snapped. There was a headache blooming between her eyes.

Martinez quieted, looking like a kicked puppy with a mustache. “Jesus, I’m so sorry, y/n. If I can make it up to you at all–”

“Just drink your coffee, okay? No one blames you.” Y/n took a sip of her coffee. Her hands were still shaking, and some of the liquid spilled over as she set the cup back down. Damn, she was wasting a lot of coffee in one night.

She startled when a warm hand landed atop hers. She looked up and met Martinez’s soft gaze. He didn’t say anything else, but his presence was enough to steady her.

“I’m so glad they didn’t shoot you,” she said after a moment.

They shared a grin. “Hell, me too.”

An awareness prickled along y/n’s spine.

She looked up, and there was Bruce.

His hair was stuck to his forehead and his shirt was on inside out. Her stomach swooped. There really only seemed to be one possibility from those two clues, plus the fact that he hadn’t been home.

Jealousy and shame spread like hot oil through her stomach.

Bruce looked…angry. His eyes were twin blue flames where they stayed locked on Martinez’s hand atop hers.

Martinez scrambled to his feet as if the king of fucking England had just walked in. More coffee spilled as he bumped the table. Y/n half expected him to bow for Bruce. She rolled her eyes.

“Mr. Wayne! I’m so sorry, I swear I was paying attention, I–”

Bruce’s eyes went cold. “And you are?”

“Officer Martinez, we actually met back–”

Y/n’s eyes narrowed. It was her turn to jump to her feet. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” she said to Bruce.

Martinez flinched. Bruce calmly glanced her way then went back to glaring at Martinez.

“When the security of my home has been compromised due to incompetence–” Bruce said, still calm despite the obvious fury in his eyes.

Y/n cut him off. “Oh shut up. Stop talking to him like that. It wasn’t his fault!”

Bruce’s eyes flashed. “Well, it was certainly someone’s.”

“Maybe it was yours, then.” The words rose within her on a tide of anger. God, her life had been threatened again, and he had the nerve to come home from fucking his girlfriend and act like a dick to her friend? “I mean, you’ve been letting the rest of the tower go to shit for years, makes sense that maybe security is a little lax. Especially if you don’t even give enough of a shit to ever be here.”

They were almost toe to toe now, both breathing heavily. From the corner of her eye, she saw Martinez freeze in place, mouth open in shock.

“I give too much of a shit, y/n. If your little boyfriend hadn’t been distracted–”

Oh, y/n thought. Bruce thought Martinez was her boyfriend. And okay, maybe it looked like that, but Martinez actually had a great girlfriend who was in a group chat with them where they all sent memes to each other. She and Martinez wanted to set up a double date with her cousin and y/n.

The realization made the anger ebb, but then she was pissed off all over again.

“What gives you the right to act like this?” she spat at Bruce. He was so much taller than her that her neck was starting to ache from glaring up at him. “After what you did, after what you said, you’re acting like you have any right to one, be involved in my personal life at all or two, be jealous!”

Bruce flinched. Just like the first time it had happened two days ago, it didn’t feel as good as she thought it would.

“Um,” Martinez said in the echoing silence. “We’re actually just friends and I–I’m going to go give my statement now?”

Y/n barely noticed him leaving.

She was so sick of being so afraid, so heartbroken, so…everything.

“You’re going to apologize to him whether he’s just my friend or not,” she said, poking Bruce in the chest. He winced and tried to mask it by looking away. “I already told you, Bruce. I lost you three years ago. Stop acting like that didn’t fucking happen, because it did.”

Bruce’s hands were clenched into fists at his sides. Now he wasn’t looking her in the eye at all. “I didn’t mean–”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, yes you did.” But the words were bereft of the anger that had been present only moments before. She took a deep breath and a step backwards. “I’m just–sick of pretending things are the same, okay? I know you want to go all protective-best-friend thinking Martinez is my boyfriend or that he put me in danger but–I can’t just–Things aren’t–” Suddenly words were failing her. “It’s just not the same, okay?”

She watched as Bruce softened, too. “Y/n, I’m sorry, I–”

“Why did Martinez just run out of here like a bomb went off?” Gordon’s voice cut across whatever Bruce had been about to say.

“Mommy and Daddy were fighting,” y/n said drily, her defense mechanism of humor kicking in. Bruce made a choking noise. “Find anything useful? Like maybe Frank Gallo?”

She could almost hear Gordon’s teeth grinding from across the room. “No.”

“Bruce,” Alfred said from behind Gordon. “We have some things to discuss.”

Bruce gave her one last glance before following Alfred out.

Alone with Gordon now, y/n sank into her chair with a long sigh. She stared at the little coffee spills as if they had personally offended her. “If I spill any more coffee tonight I might kill someone.”

“Now that would be a sight. Looked like you were about to do Mr. Wayne in already.” Gordon chuckled and took the seat across from her. He flipped open a small notebook.

“I’m still not opposed to smothering him in his sleep,” she muttered. “Arrest me if you have to.”

“How about I get your statement instead?”

It didn’t take long. She was basically a pro at giving statements to the police at this point. When she was done, she said, “I’m so…tired of giving statements to the police.”

Gordon regarded her with sharp eyes that didn’t miss anything. “We’re doing everything we can, y/n,” he said softly.

“I know, I know. It’s just–getting shot at was scary and all, but this is my home.” Her voice cracked. She ducked her head and fiddled with her coffee mug so Gordon wouldn’t see the tears in her eyes. “They’re telling me they can get to me here, too. Where I’m supposed to be safe.”

“I understand completely. We’ll get him. We’ll get them. I have a feeling he might show up on our doorstep sooner rather than later, with something bat-shaped pinned to him and a couple of black eyes and broken bones.” Gordon smirked. Y/n frowned as she realized she hadn’t seen Batman at all. Had he been downstairs? Maybe Bruce hadn’t wanted him to come upstairs. Her frown deepened. “Now, you’re going to have to help me convince Officer Martinez not to sleep in the elevator tonight. Or right outside your door. He’s pretty upset.”

“I’m surprised he still wants to hang around, considering how much of a dick Bruce was,” y/n said under her breath. “But I’ll do my best.”

Martinez took a lot of convincing, but eventually relented and went home to his girlfriend. He made y/n put a chair under her bedroom door handle first, though.

Bruce hadn’t reappeared by the time y/n went to bed.

She laid down, the words of their argument–or whatever the hell that had been–replaying on a loop. Being around him made her feelings go haywire. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so angry at him. The heartbreak of three years ago had taken over her life and she had to admit that the anger felt…almost good. Cathartic. But it also made her feel out of control. She didn’t feel like herself. Being mad at Bruce went against years of instincts. She was used to defending him, or him defending her, to being on the same team together.

She was still wide awake as dawn broke over the sky hours later.

Another thought kept turning over and over in her mind. Frank Gallo–or someone he had hired–had gotten into her home. Her very, very secure home.

She had been afraid before, but it was nothing like this. Her safe haven had been…sullied. They knew who she was, where she lived, and had basically said right to her face that not even Bruce Wayne’s money and power could keep her safe.

Added all together, y/n’s mind simply would not shut off in order for her to sleep.

It occurred to her again that she hadn’t seen Batman at all–had Gordon updated him on what happened? Because he had been in that photo, too. He had kept her alive, which she was certain had pissed off the Gallos. Was he a target? Maybe the picture of them together was a threat to both of them, but only given to her since they knew where she lived.

When she rolled over, her eyes caught on all of her research piled on the opposite side of the bed. Her eyes snagged on those three words: white knight syndrome.

She bet she had her answer about any possible feelings he might have. Even if he had shown up, he hadn’t tried to contact her, to see her, nothing. He was probably sick of having to keep her alive. He was probably leaving it up to Gordon and the police department now.

Despite everyone who was trying hard to keep her alive, y/n felt utterly alone.

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silentangel00 · 2 years ago

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The Batman 2022 is a film about how journalling might not actually be beneficial for one's mental health

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silentangel00 · 2 years ago

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surely the conses wont quence

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silentangel00 · 2 years ago

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restroom attendant | jason todd

Summary: Tonight is the worst night ever--you just got dumped on your birthday, and all you want to do is cry in the restaurant bathroom in peace. That is, until, the Red Hood bursts in. This city just won't cut you a break.

Pairing: Jason Todd x fem!reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings/tags: humor, mild angst, reader's ex-bf cheats and dumps her, jason is such a silly goose, flirting, meet ugly, canon-typical violence, awkward jason, comic relief dick grayson.

A/N: this is probably the silliest fic i've ever written LOL! i hope you guys enjoy it. please support your local jason todd enthusiast and reblog :)

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Tonight sucks.

With a shaky hand, you attempt to soothe your swollen eyes. You’ve probably been in here for about twenty minutes. Your Uber has definitely left, as has your now ex-boyfriend of three years.

Yoga instructor. It’s always the yoga instructor. They’re always fucking the yoga instructor.

You swallow a mouthful of tears and phlegm and try not to let the wet sink touch your dress. All you’d wanted was a little class on your birthday, maybe have some wine and play footsie under the table with your boyfriend. But no. That would’ve been too easy for you.

You’re starting to think this city is cursed.

The door slams open. The force of it shakes the bathroom, rattles the mirrors. You spin around.

A man slides across the floor and smacks his head on one of the opposite wall. Red Hood appears in the doorway, the eyes of his helmet glowing eerily.

Yep. Definitely cursed.

"Let's try this again," Hood says pleasantly, reloading his gun with a fresh magazine. "And in the interest of making myself transparent: when I ask you a question, Jerry, I expect a truthful answer."

He stalks over to Jerry and heaves him up by the lapels of his suit jacket. Hood's biceps bulge as he holds Jerry against the wall. You squish yourself against the sink. Water soaks the back of your dress.

"You're crazy, I didn't do anything!" Jerry shouts, feet barely scraping the floor.

"Volume, Jerry. People are trying to enjoy their meals.”

“Let go of me, Hood! I wasn’t anywhere near the Iceberg Lounge!”

“Yeah, see, words are coming outta your mouth, but they don't match the fact that I have three people who put you at the scene. How can we remedy this inconsistency? Any ideas?"

Jerry squirms, but he's no match for Hood's strength. Your heart pounds in your chest.

"Don't give me to the cops!" Jerry begs.

"Cops are the least of your worries right now," Hood snarls. "You're damn lucky Nightwing wants to talk to you, Jerry, or your head would hurt a lot more."

Slowly, you reach for your purse, trying to pull out your phone. Instead, you knock it to the floor. Tears gather in your eyes because this night just can’t cut you a break.

“Motherfucker,” you whisper.

Hood turns, those frightening white eyes now on you. Jerry also looks at you, legs still dangling.

“Hey,” Hood says without a sign of struggle. “Shit. Y'alright? Did I swipe ya?”

“No,” you say, voice shaky.

His posture softens. “Okay. I’m not gonna hurt you. Don’t be afraid.”

“I believe you. But, um… you're in the women's bathroom.”

Red Hood gives the room a onceover.

“Huh. So we are. Dunno how that happened.” He shakes Jerry by the collar. “Why’d you run into the women’s bathroom, asshole?”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Don't kill me!” Jerry wails.

“Shut it, Jesus. I'm not gonna kill you. Not yet, anyway.”

“It's fine, I was just leaving,” you say, bending down to get your purse.

“Hey, no, don't let me push you out,” Hood says. “Sorry. I'll be gone in a couple minutes.”

Hood adjusts his grip so Jerry's face is against the wall, arms and legs restrained. Then he zipties Jerry and sits him down hard on the floor. Hood presses a button on his helmet.

“Yo, N, I'm at Prescott's. Yeah, with Jerry. No, I didn't tell him to run in here, he did that all on his own! Well, I chased him for ten blocks, so I’d prefer if you’d keep your bitching to yourself. Thank you… Okay, we're in the women's bathroom, so—well, I didn't do it on purpose! No, I’m—will you just come here? There’s a side window.” Hood presses the button again with a grunt. “Dickhead.”

“Are you gonna erase my memory?” you ask.

Hood jerks, turning back to you.

“What? Hell no, I'm not gonna erase your memory. I don't do that shit, I promise.”

You slump against the sink. “That's too bad. I would prefer it.”

He looks up from Jerry’s last ziptie and pulls it extra tight. Jerry whimpers.

“How come?” Hood asks.

You shake your head. “It's nothing.”

“Hm. Doesn't look like nothing. If you're in danger—”

“I'm not in danger. I…”

You glance at Hood. You can't see his face, but his body language seems genuine. From what you've heard, Hood isn't known for mincing words or doing things he doesn't want to. And he’s good to Gothamites. Well, the law-abiding ones, anyway. He’s even been endorsed by Batman.

What's the harm in telling him about your disastrous night? Not like you'll see him again. Or Jerry.

“I got dumped,” you say.

“Ah.” Hood nods. “Been there.”

Somehow, the idea of Red Hood getting dumped is weirder than him beating up a guy in the women’s bathroom of Prescott’s.

You sniffle, and wipe your eyes with the back of your hand.

“Yeah, um. It was our three year anniversary today. He took me here, told me he was in love with his yoga instructor, and then left.”

You tear up thinking about it. Hood makes a quiet noise.

“Shit. Well, I haven't been there,” he says. “But I know infidelity. I'm sorry. Dudes are trash.”

“And it's my birthday today,” you blurt, sniffling.

“Happy birthday,” Jerry says, clutching his stomach.

“What a fucking asshole!” Hood snarls, and lets go of Jerry, who crumples like a sack of potatoes. He’s out cold in a second, frozen on the floor.

Your brows rise. “Is he okay?”

“He’s fine. It’s his first time in Gotham.” Hood shrugs. “Anyway, where was I? Right, your asshole ex. Like it's not enough to publicly dump you, and then he goes and does it on your birthday? Who is this guy? I'll go talk to him right now.”

You laugh a loud, snorting laugh. It bounces off the tiles.

Hood tilts his head. “What’d I say?”

You catch your breath and wave your hand.

“No, nothing, I’m sorry. I’ve just had a crappy night and that’s probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever offered to me.”

“I mean it,” Hood says. “I’ll scare him if you want.”

“As tempting as that is, I don’t want to be an accessory to a crime.”

You also don’t want to put your ex in the ICU, no matter how much he might deserve it. Best to let the universe do its thing.

“You’d be acquitted, don’t worry.” Hood leans against the stall. “I’d never letcha go to jail.”

You smile, your ears growing warm. “You don’t even know me. What if I deserve it?”

“Nah. I got a good sense about people. I can tell you’re sweet. Probably don’t even run through red lights.”

“I try not to,” you say, heat spreading to your face.

“Yeah, a good girl. I figured as much.”

Your eyes widen. Hood coughs and rubs his neck. Even his coughs sound intimidating through the helmet, but that’s negated by his scrunched-up posture.

“Fuck. Sorry. That wasn’t a come-on,” he says. “I mean, it sounded like one, but I’m realizing what a creep I am, flirting with you in a bathroom with a zip-tied criminal. Sorry.” He shakes his head. “I hate myself.”

You grin. “It’s okay. You made my night better, actually. Thanks.”

“That’s a testament to how terrible your night’s been if I made it better.”

You shrug. “Could always be worse. I bet Jerry had an even shittier night than me.”

“You’d win that bet. But I—”

The window swings open with a clunk. Nightwing pops his head in. He looks at Hood, then you.

“Uh,” he says. “Evening. What’s going on?”

“What’s going on is it took you almost ten minutes to get here,” Hood says, back in Vigilante Mode. “Did you get lost?”

Nightwing smiles with all his teeth. “I was actually cleaning up your mess at the Bowery, Hood. You’re welcome.”

He looks at you. “Hi. Sorry about this. I hope we didn’t ruin your night. If there’s anything we can reimburse you for…”

You shake your head. “It’s okay. My night was already sunk. Don’t worry about it. Thanks for keeping Gotham safe.”

Nightwing laughs. “The pleasure is ours.”

“Alright, enough chattering, Dickwing,” Hood says. “Take him.”

He lifts the unconscious Jerry, pushing him up to the window. He does so effortlessly, his jacket riding up to reveal his skin-tight jumpsuit.

You look away before he catches you staring. There’s definitely something wrong with you.

Nightwing takes Jerry and waves at you. Then he disappears.

“So, uh,” Hood says. “I gotta go.”

“Oh! Right, of course. Sorry to keep you.”

“Now what’re you apologizing for?” he asks, and it almost sounds like a tease. You wonder what his smile looks like. What color his eyes are.

“Well, I really didn’t mean to keep you…”

“You didn’t keep me,” Hood says, and you can hear the warmth even through his decoder. “This is probably the best arrest I’ve ever made.”

He starts to climb through the window, then stops. He digs into one of the pockets of his belt and pulls out a scrap of paper.

“This is my number,” he says. “Well, it’s kind of the vigilante hotline. But you can reach me here, in case you ever need help.”

Hood walks over to give it to you. He smells like gunpowder and oranges. He’s even larger this close, the width of his shoulders dwarfing you.

“Thank you,” you say quietly.

He nods and backs up, clapping his hands.

“Right. So I’ll go… Bye.”

Hood looks at you for a moment more. Then he hops up onto the window sill and slides out, somehow graceful despite his bulk. The window closes.

Your dress has dried, which is nice. You walk out of the bathroom. It’s a miracle no one else has come in.

You get your coat and this time, when you see the empty seat across from yours, you don’t burst into tears, which is progress. You call another Uber and go to wait for it at the front. The hostess approaches you.

“Ma’am?” she says, and holds out a small, plastic container. In it is a slice of tiramisu.

“I didn’t order this,” you say.

“It was called in and paid for by a Mr. R.H. He wishes you a happy birthday.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

You’re definitely leaving a five-star review on Yelp.

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