#Batman x OC

[saltysideblog]

Gotham, exterior, night

Robin, Batman and The White Rabbit stand on a roof, staking out an abandoned building across the street. Robin stretches and groans,

Robin: We've been at this all night! What time is it?

White Rabbit checks a golden pocket watch on a chain looped around her waist,

White Rabbit: Almost two AM...

Batman does not look up from his binoculars,

Batman: You really committed to the theme.

White Rabbit: Seems to be the only way to be taken seriously 'round here...

She hands him a small object,

White Rabbit: Is this bat shaped throwing knife yours?

Batman: Touché.

Robin, still stretching: They're called batarangs.

White Rabbit, laughing: What? That's the most ridiculous thing l've ever heard!

Robin: Hey, don't look at me! I didn't come up with it!

Both Robin and The White Rabbit look over at Batman expectantly.

Batman: ...

Batman: I thought it was funny.

Robin: Told ya!

White Rabbit: I'll be darned, I had no idea Batman had a playful side!

Batman, smirking: There's a lot you don't know about me.

...later...

District Attorney's office, interior, day

Bruce: What's that on your desk?

He points to a batarang being used as a paperweight. Wendy picks it up and hands it to him,

Wendy: This? A gift from The Batman.

Bruce: Someone pinch me, is Wendy Babbitt a friend of The Batman?

Wendy: Now now, Mr. Wayne, don't mistake my fondness for the man as an endorsement of his methods.

Bruce: You're fond of him? Must've been quite an evening...

He sits on the edge of her desk, turning the batarang around in his hand. She crosses her arms,

Wendy: Why do you care so much, Wayne? If I didn't know any better, l'd say you were jealous.

Bruce: No! No... just surprised.

Wendy: Sure. Well, you know, if you save my life once or twice, I may grow fond of you yet.

Bruce, pouting: You haven't already?

Wendy rolls her eyes with a smile and grabs her coat. She doesn't have the courage to tell him... more than you know.

Wendy: C'mon, Bruce, I'm starving.

Bruce stalls, feigning hurt. Wendy laughs, shoving him off her desk,

Wendy: I can tell you all about him on the way.

Bruce stands, chucking the batarang back on the desk.

Bruce: It's a bit... oddly shaped, wouldn't you say?

Wendy, eagerly: That's not the half of it, you'll never believe what he calls those things!

Bruce smiles, holding the door open for her. Their conversation continues and fades out as they leave together.

[yona049]

𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Part 1

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

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Preview~

𝚈/𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝. 𝙸𝚗 𝙶𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔, 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙶𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖'𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝙲𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛.

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𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧!!!

𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀! 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗖 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗖! ^○^

Warnings :

○Poison.

○Fainting

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"C'mon Gordon! I took a 2 day ferry from Metropolis just to get here! The least you can do is let me see him!"

Y/n was following hot on Commissioner Jim Gordon's heels as he rushed though the police station.

"I don't need the damn Daily planet on my case! I already have the Gazette to deal with." he growls as he stops at his desk grabbing his lighter and cigarette case.

Y/n stops beside him glaring at him intently. She was a reporter who had one job, get a story on Gotham City's favorite vigilante. The Batman.

Gordon lights his cigarette before leaning against his desk and taking a pull from it. He puffs out the smoke before gritting his teeth and making eye contact with the reporter.

"Miss L/n, what makes you think I could get you an exclusive with the bat?" he says.

Y/n only gives him a look that makes Gordon roll his eyes at the stupid question. Only a reporter like Y/n would be able to figure out how the bat gets all his info and who from?

"Gordon, this is my one chance to get a promotion, a good one. You've known me since I was ten! C'mon, just this once." she whimpers almost like a puppy gripping her reporter bag slung over her shoulder.

The commissioner only sighs, shaking his head. "Not this time kid. This is something I promised your dad I'd never let you get involved with." 

He puts his hand on the top of her back and respectfully pushes her towards the exit, snaking their way through the busy police station. 

"Look, while you're here I'll buy ya a drink and we can do some catching up. It's been a while." he stops on the steps outside the entrance.

Y/n sighs and scratches her head out of frustration. "Yeah, I'd love to." she gives a genuine smile before saying her goodbye to The commissioner and walking off into the Gotham night air. 

She stops in the alleyway beside the police station and leans against the building wall. Taking her phone from her pocket she scrolls though the contacts and presses on the name "Glasses man"

Putting it up to her ear she listens to it ring out. Finally, a nervous voice plays out. 'Hey! This is Clark-ah Kent! Leave a message!' 

Y/n sighs before talking. "Hi Glasses, you’re probably asleep right now, I didn't realise what time it was before I called. Anyway, just calling to say you might wanna keep my seat warm. I got nothing from my source. I might just book a ferry home tomorrow. At least it means I can still throw paper planes at your desk. I'll-"

She stops when a shadow flies over the ally and heavy cape flutters echo through the night air. Her lips curl into a hopeful smirk as she looks up at the rooftop seeing the bat signal shining in the smokey clouds.

"Huh, my luck might have just changed." She ends the call and shoves her phone in her pocket.

She hurries deeper into the alley way and immediately she spots the fire escape. Y/n puts her hand on the cold iron ladder before she looks down at her shoes. "Ugh, no way I'm ruining these shoes too!"

After kicking off her shoes she starts climbing to the roof before she finally reaches the top and manages to climb onto the rooftop without gaining any attention. With bare feet she crawls behind a vent and peaks around it at the shining bat signal and two men standing beside it.

The Batman and Jim Gordon in deep conversation. This was her chance, she lifts her phone from her pocket and gets ready to calmly approach the masked vigilante.

A sudden whistle through the air catches her attention, a red cape shines even brighter as the bat signal shines onto it and slowly the S symbol comes into view.

Y/n moves her hand over her mouth to stop the excited squeak when Superman lands beside batman.

'Two heros? Oh! I'm definitely getting that promotion!' She thinks full of excitement.

Batman looks back at superman and his deep growled words manage to remind Y/n of where exactly she was and what her situation was.

"Did you find it?"

Superman nods and opens his fist to reveal a small vial of green liquid. It glows steadily reflecting against the confused look of Jim Gordon who takes it in his hand. 

"What is this? It looks like Joker venom." 

Batman gives a growl and shakes his head. "Not just Joker venom. My scanner is picking up fear toxin too. I'd have to do a deeper scan to be sure."

Finally, Superman looks up from the vial’s hypnotizing green glow. "Few hours ago, Batman alerted me of unusual chemical readings in a warehouse by the docks. Once I got there, I only found this swept into a corner. Looked like they left in a hurry."

 

Batman lifts his head." If Joker and Scarecrow are working together to combine their toxin's, we could have a bigger threat on our hands. And by the sound of it, there could be more." 

Gordon nods and gives an extensive sigh, rubbing the back of his neck, rolling the vial back and forth in his palm. 

Y/n lifts an eyebrow before using her phone to take a picture of the three standing together and looking down at the picture deep in thought.

'Two deadly Toxin's combined, what could the motive be except to cause chaos? Perhaps other villains. But Scarecrow and Joker aren't criminals without purpose, even if they are psychotic they wouldn't work together without a final goal.'

She turns her head back to the scene in front of her when a loud beeping sound interrupts her train of thought. 

The vial in Gordon's hand started beeping and perhaps out of reflex he tosses the deadly time bomb in his hand. 

Superman's eyes fly wide as he rushes to protect both Batman and the commissioner from an oncoming blast. 

However, the vial rolled across the roof until it finally hit Y/n's bare feet and her heart jumps to her throat. 

"Oh shit." she says out loud when suddenly the vial burst's open and Y/n gasps for her last bit of fresh air. 

She pulls her head to her knees and holds her nose, mouth and eyes shut. The toxic gas burns her skin and her eyes start tearing with the fumes banging on her eyelids.

'I can't hold it much longer. It burns!' 

Slowly she gives in to a lightheaded dizziness and falls sideways onto the ground letting her hand fall off her nose. 

Not a moment later the gas clears when Superman swoop's her out of the green gas. She hangs limply in his arms as they hover in the air for a second. 

Superman's gaze turns to pure horror when he sees his co-worker in his arms. Once the toxic gas has evaporated into nothing more than a tickle in the wind Superman lands back on the roof and approaches a worried Jim Gordon and expressionless batman.

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𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬! 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰! 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!

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[justbeingbuck]

spa day

A/N: i was doing a face mask one night and decided that this would be cute. can be read as x reader since i did not describe alana. also it's battinson bc i love him Ao3: here Pairing: bruce wayne x oc, bruce wayne x reader Rating/Warning(s): none, teen and up Words: 1,010 Summary: bruce needs a little spa day and alana is happy to help. 

Alana had arrived at the tower back from her shopping trip. She had picked up a couple bottles of wine and some facial masks. She knew that Bruce was stressed, he was Batman and that wasn’t an easy thing to do. So, she pretty easily convinced him to do a mini spa night with her. He mainly said yes to her because he wanted to spend time with her. He met her in the kitchen and helped her unpack everything. He observed the many face masks she got and chuckled to himself.

“What? I didn’t know which skin treatment you would like so I got a variety,” she said with a smile next to him.

“You’re sweet,” he said as he wrapped a hand around her waist and kissed her temple.

After letting the wine, cucumbers, and face masks chill, they changed into their pjs and started setting up their little spa night. Alana sliced some cucumber slices for them. She sliced some extra for them to snack on, she really liked snacking on cucumbers. Bruce came into the kitchen a little awkwardly, unsure of what to do. Alana looked up from her task and to Bruce with a smile.

“You ready?” She asked warmly.

“Yeah, do you need help?” He asked. She pursed her lips, thinking. He smiled, “I can pour the wine?”

“Yes, please,” she said.

Bruce nodded and got two wine glasses and the wine. She gestured for him to follow her to the living area and he did. They sat on the couch and he poured the wine while she read the instructions for the masks.

“Which one would you like to do? I have hydrating, vitamin c, coconut, and some that treat under eye puffiness,” she told him. He looked at her with a blank stare.

“I don’t know, what do you think is best?” He asked.

“I think some hydration is a good way to go,” she said. She grabbed the sheet mask and reread the instructions, “Okay, so it’s gonna take about ten to fifteen minutes to soak in. How long do you wanna do?”

“We can do fifteen?” He said. She heard how unsure he was and scooted closer to him so that their legs were touching. He nodded, “Yeah, fifteen would be good.”

“Okay, here let’s get it on,” she said. She tore open the package and helped him put it on his face. Before he could ask her about her putting one on, she got one on quickly. She started a timer on her phone and handed him a couple of cucumbers. He gave her a confused look. She smiled, “Lay back and put them on your eyes.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” he said but did it anyway. She then did the same. He let out a breath, “So fifteen minutes of just sitting here?”

“Yes? I mean we could talk,” she said with a small laugh. He laughed and took off the cucumbers then took a sip of wine. Alana then followed suit.

“I must look ridiculous,” he said with a look towards her.

“You look like someone who is enjoying a mini at home spa day,” she told him. She pursed her lips for a moment, “I could do your nails too?” He felt his cheeks get warm and he gave her a confused look. She smiled at him and set a hand atop his, “You’re adorable. I can do a batman black color? Or no color, which ever you want.”

“I think black would be cool,” he said.

Her smile turned excited, and she went and got the nail supplies. She came back with the supplies and prompted him to give her one of his hands. He felt a little awkward but gave her one of his hands. She started to file his nails and shape them. He gazed at her while she did this. She was so focused on her task, and he thought she was so adorable. He smiled as he watched her. She set his hand down and took his other hand and got to filing. After filing, she went to buff his nails. While she was doing that, the timer went off for them to take off their masks. She helped Bruce take off his face mask and then took hers off. She disposed of the masks and got back to work on his nails.

“What are the clear ones for? Bruce asked as she grabbed one of the two clear polishes.

“One is a base coat, and one is a top coat. They help the polish last longer,” she said while applying the base coat. Then, she waved her free hand over his nails to help the base coat dry. Once she was satisfied with how dry they were, she grabbed the back nail polish she had and showed it to him, “Is this a good black?”

“Yeah, it’s good,” he smiled.

She did one last look at his nails, making sure they were dry before she started to apply the black nail polish. When she finished one hand, she asked him to blow on his nails and he did just that. She did the other hand in a relatively good time and had him dry those nails while she did the second coat. Once both hands had two coats of polish and were dry, she went through and put on the top coat. She helped him dry the top coat and once they finished drying his nails, he looked at them and admired her work.

“They look good,” he said.

“Yeah? You like it?” She said. He nodded.

“I do, thank you, Alana,” he said.

They started to lean in close and he shaped her face with one of his hands and pulled her into a kiss. The kiss grew heavier as they adjusted so that he was on top of her on the couch. He rolled his hips into hers, earning a whimper from her. He pulled away and whispered against her lips, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

[lazycats-stuff]

Chapter 5

Lets go!

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Jason Todd bonding, Bruce is investigating, sad Elias,

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9

Bruce didn't tell anything to Elias about Aseel's disappearance. He didn't know how Elias could take it and right now it's important for him to stay stable as much as possible. And besides, how is he going to explain the fake business travels?

Aseel is a staple in Elias' life and there is a chance that Elias won't even believe him at all. Bruce saw how smart Elias was and how calm he could be, but this is something that could break his mind. And more so, it was obvious that Elias cares a lot about him.

The thing that made Bruce worried was the fact that Damian has said that he has seen Aseel somewhere. Damian knew that it wasn't in front of the school because he would have remembered him. Elias slept in the next morning because he won't be going to school.

The first night didn't went well for Elias. He couldn't fall asleep after hours and once he did, he woke up in cold sweat. Everything felt like a nightmare and he cried softly into the night. He looked at the necklace that was shining with the moonlight on his nightstand.

It felt suffocating. The last gift from her and probably the last thing that his father had given her. How did they even meet? Where did they meet? Does he have anymore siblings?

His mom was a bit older for the average mom of his peers, but that wasn't a bad thing. But it made him wonder from time to time if he had any siblings. Did he have a sister maybe? Or a brother? It would be nice to not be an only child.

But all the answers went missing with his mom. He sat up in the bed after some hours, seeing that it was dark and it wasn't even 6 am yet. He rubbed his eyes. He was exhausted beyond belief and he walked like a zombie to the bathroom.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he changed into the clothes he got yesterday. He went downstairs, trying to remember where the kitchen and the living room was. He needed some water and he needs to clear his mind.

He quietly walked to the kitchen, turning on the lights before entering, somehow remembering where the glasses have been put. He took one and pour some cold water. He was just leaning against the counter, drinking cold water.

The water felt heavenly against his throat. Elias put the glass into the sink, hands shaking. He has never felt this afraid before. Never had been so afraid that his hands shook. And his mind has never went into a such dark place. One of the thoughts that wormed into his mind is did Bruce took him in for sympathy and publicity?

He took a deep breath to calm himself down. He gripped the edge of the sink to tightly that his knuckles became white. He took a deep breath once more, looking up. He turned his head when he heard someone coming.

It was Tim. Tim stopped dead in his tracks, eyeing Elias.

" Are you okay? You are shaking. " Tim said, walking closer to him.

" I had a nightmare. " Elias said quietly, straightening his back. He watched as Tim took a cold water bottle from the fridge.

" Do you want to talk about it? It could help you. " Tim suggested and Elias pondered. Does he really want to? He doesn't know Tim that well... But maybe opening up will help.

" I just had a nightmare and I didn't sleep well and I just cried for hours. " Elias opened up, blinking at Tim. Tim gave him a small smile.

" What are you doing up so early? " Elias asked him and Tim shrugged. " I had to pull an all-nighter. " Tim said and Elias nodded.

" Oh. Morning gentlemen. " Alfred said, hesitating for a moment. He didn't expect these two in the kitchen.

The two boys murmured good morning and moved to let Alfred go the the cabinets.

" A nightmare? " Alfred asked and Elias nodded, exhausted.

" Would you like some tea? I have one that can help you go to sleep. " Alfred suggested and Elias shrugged.

" Maybe in the evening. But now, my mind doesn't want to sleep. I just can't now. " Elias said, moving to just sit next to Tim at the table. Elias rested his head on his arm, looking at the clock. It's not even 6 yet and it was dark outside.

" I know that feeling Master Elias. Was it a bad nightmare? " Alfred pressed on as he made some coffee for himself.

" I mean... I don't really remember much of it, but I woke up in cold sweat. " Elias explained, trying to rub the sleepiness out of his eyes.

" I know you have said no to the tea, but you can drink it during breakfast and then go to sleep after breakfast. You will need your sleep. " Alfred said, taking a sip of his hot black coffee.

" I will see about that. " Elias said, trying to smile, but he felt like he just grimaced. The kitchen fell into a comfortable silence, only broken when Alfred turned the radio on.

" Did master Bruce tell you anything about going to school? " Alfred asked Elias, turning to face him after flipping the pancake.

" I don't think he did, but I don't think I will be able to go. " Elias said, looking at the entrance when he heard people coming. Bruce entered first, then Damian, Jason and Dick, all in that order. Damian took in Elias's appearance, but choose not to say anything as he sat across from him. Bruce also glanced at him and he knows what has happened.

Bruce chose not to comment and the others choose too. They all knew that look in his eyes.

Nightmares.

" Elias, I wanted to let you know that you won't be going to school today. You went through a lot yesterday and you need to rest. " Bruce said, breaking the silence.

" Thanks. " Elias said, rubbing his eyes once more.

" I know we say this a lot, but if you need to talk to us, you can. To me or Damian or with just anybody. We are all here for you. " Bruce said with a small smile and Elias looked back down at his clasped hands.

One thought that has made its way into his mind just earlier is the fact that Bruce might have taken him in for sympathy and charity points. He didn't want to believe it, but there was always a possibility.

" Now, is everyone ready? " Alfred said, putting the plates in front of everyone. Elias knew that he couldn't eat all of that and Alfred seemed to know this and instead giving him pancakes, bacon and eggs, he got yogurt with granola and fruit.

" Again, I know you probably you don't have an appetite for something heavy in the morning, so I made you something light. " Alfred said and Elias wanted to hug the man.

" Thank you Alfred. " Elias said quietly as he dug in his meal. It felt nice for his stomach too. He should start eating more light in the morning.

Bruce has been sitting in front of the Batcomputer, looking into Aseel. Ever since Damian has said that he was familiar, Bruce refused to let it go. He won't go to bed until he gets rid of this feeling in his mind.

He crossed referenced the name and the picture with his normal databases in Gotham. Nothing. Then a lightbulb went above his head. What if he cross referenced Aseel's name with the criminal databases? He had plenty to choose from anyway.

And if Damian said he was familiar, then he will start with the League of Assassins. Damian wouldn't say that the picture of Aseel is familiar without a reason.

Bruce did so rather unwillingly. He wanted to know the truth, but what is he going to find out? What if Aseel is connected to LOA? What if Natalia was in one? Natalia is a perceptive person and you can't hide being an assassin.

But they aren't together, they are just good friends. Maybe he just found her? Bruce rubbed his eyes, sighing quietly as he waited for the results to pop up.

Should he cross reference Natalia too?

He clicked his tongue, closing his eyes for a moment. He could only hope not. He didn't want to suspect that all of this is a ploy for Elias to gather information as a spy, but there is always a possibility. But if it is true, then Elias is one hell of an actor.

Bruce looked at the screen when he heard a sound on the computer. Aseel is a LOA member. Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose.

This is not good. This is so not good.

He put Natalia's name into the system, at the moment praying that he didn't get a hit. Probably he wouldn't. How did she even come in contact with Aseel? When?

More importantly, how is he going to break these news to Elias? He needs to confirm the suspicions first before telling Elias. He is in a fragile state now.

There is no way he is going to allow him to be broken down even more.

Bruce knew that a press conference is inevitable for his mother. Elias would need to speak for his mother, he needs to be the voice. Whoever took Natalia needs to see what they have done to this poor boy. They absolutely needed to see it.

Bruce just didn't know how to rip the Band-Aid off. Should he ease Elias into it? Should he just say it outright? Either way, he needs to get it out of the way. One way or another.

That's why he led Elias outside to talk about this in the garden. All of them needed some fresh air for this conversation. Elias was confused as to what it might be, but still sat down with Bruce outside in the garden.

Bruce didn't need to be a detective to be able to tell that Elias is nervous. His hands shook a little bit and he was completely restless.

" Now, the reason I called you here is because I wanted to talk to you about a press conference for your mother. The media has slowly been getting a whiff of you being here and if you feel comfortable, I would like you to speak on her behalf, you know what I mean. " Bruce said and Elias looked down for a moment, tears welling up in his eyes.

" I mean... I would like to do it, maybe someone has seen it, but I don't think I will be able to hold it together long enough. " Elias said and Bruce smiled softly. Oh this poor kid.

" I will be right behind you. If you choose to do it of course. " Bruce encouraged and Elias gripped the ring that was hanging on a chain.

" I will have to think about it. " Elias said and Bruce nodded in understanding.

" Will it have any impact? On the investigation I mean? " Elias clarified and Bruce nodded.

" It could have. Somebody can come forward and give the police the information. " Bruce said and Elias nodded tears more obvious now. Bruce brought him into a hug, allowing him to hide his face from the outside world.

" I'm scared. " Elias admitted and Bruce squeezed him a bit tighter.

" That's okay Elias. It's normal to be afraid in this situation. You are allowed to be afraid. " Bruce said, holding a quietly sobbing Elias. And the boy didn't want to be anywhere rather than Bruce's chest. It made him feel safe and it gave him something that he didn't have.

A father figure.

His mom couldn't provide what a father figure could provide. Sure, he had Aseel, his beloved uncle who is nowhere to be found and some could consider Aseel to be a father figure, but he wasn't there enough to help Natalia. His work took him all over the world and he was only in Gotham for a week at most.

That is nowhere near enough for somebody to raise a boy.

Bruce knew that Elias didn't have a father figure. An uncle who travels a lot and is only back for a few days at most is not an adequate father figure to a growing boy. Bruce is more than happy to be the father figure that Elias needs.

" I really have to think about it. " Elias said after sitting up more straight, wiping his eyes.

" And that is okay. Just give an answer by tomorrow. " Bruce said and Elias stood up.

" I'm going back to my room. I will try to go back to sleep until lunch. " Elias announced and Bruce nodded, watching Elias walk off inside.

Elias was now bored as he walked through the manor. Everyone was home, but he was just in the mood to look around. He has tried to sleep, but couldn't.

So what better than to do then investigate? And besides, he had a lot to investigate. Manor is a huge home, almost like a castle and Elias knew that this adventurous spirit he has gotten made him a little bit more energetic than usual.

It was nice to get his mind off of things. Everyone was already home from school and it was more livelier. Elias also talked to Theo today over the phone and Theo was happy to hear that his friend was doing well.

Elias didn't tell Theo about his panic attack and he didn't tell him what he really saw in his apartment. He didn't want to worry Theo even more and he didn't want to worry himself even more.

Theo promised to help with school and the two agree that they would talk or text as much as they could. Now Elias entered what looked like a shooting range, but it didn't really look like your usual targets.

The normal shooting range has paper targets and these were very much wooden and there were still knives stuck into it. Elias was confused as to who throws knifes in this house.

And the answered had walked in the form of Jason Todd.

If Jason has been surprised to find Elias here, he hid it quickly. Elias saw a small bundle in his hands and Jason chuckled.

" I see you have found my range as I call it. " Jason said, moving past Elias to put the bundle on the table on the side of the range. He uncovered it to show of more knives.

Elias had no doubt in his mind that these are sharp beyond belief.

" I'm sor- " Elias started, but Jason quickly jumped in. " Oh no, don't worry. I don't mind it. It's not just mine, but I use it the most. I just love throwing knives and it's nice to let out some steam sometimes. " Jason said, glancing down at his knives. There was a small smile too as his finger glided over the sides of the knives.

" Have you ever thrown knives Elias? " Jason asked turning his head.

Elias shook his head. " No. Never. "

" Would you like to learn how to? " Jason asked and Elias had to nod. It was an interesting thing to him, but he never had a chance.

" I would. " Elias said and Jason waived his hand to summon him closer.

Elias walked closer to the table, looking at the blades.

" Now, here you have balanced knife. This is great for you as a beginner. You also have blade- heavy and handle-heavy. But for now, you need these. We will move on when you move from a beginner to a pro. " Jason said, taking the said blade by the handle, letting Elias take it.

Elias took it gingerly, afraid to cut himself. " Don't worry, these are dulled down. These are the same ones I used to practice. " Jason said, a warm glint in his eyes, seemingly remembering those times.

" Now. What you need to have is a stance. Move here. " Jason said and he moved Elias to a good stance. He also moved Elias' arm. " Now, there are different way of throwing for different ranges. " There is close-range, medium - range and long - range. For now, we will do close range.

After showing Elias different ways to hold a knife, Elias was allowed to throw the knives at the targets. Jason gave him a preview and Elias tried to follow but the knife didn't seem like going into the wood.

Elias would cringe at the sight of the knife bouncing back. Jason had nothing but support for Elias and would correct him when he saw something wrong.

They have been going for an hour and Elias' right arm was hurting.

" One last time. " Jason said and Elias huffed.

He looked at the target and threw the knife. He was prepared for a fail.

But it stuck. Elias did it.

Jason's mouth dropped a little and Elias let out a cheer.

" I did it! " Elias cheered for himself and Jason clapped for him.

" Good job Elias. " Jason said and Elias gave him a quick hug before leaving. Jason watched as Elias left. He couldn't help but smile a little bit. He had to admit, he was a little bit skeptical of Elias, but now he saw how genuine Elias is.

And it was nice to see Elias happy. After the disappearance of his mother, Jason was happy to see him happy, even just for a little bit.

[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

Stupid man

Word count: 1900

Pairing: Batman x fem!reader

Summary: Bruce uses 'code 4' while encountering the Scarecrow resulting in defining the next moments that would shake up his family and his future

Warning: brief depiction of the fight and sad Alfred and sad Dick

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"..."

"Batman."

"..."

"..."

"Batman!!!"

"...Code 4..."

"Bruce! Bruce, stay with me! Dick, Bruce needs help!"

"On it, Y/n."

Y/n examines the live cam seeing the infinite black ground covering it. Her hands quiver over the control, hoping her man will live to witness another day. Steps crumble toward Batman Y/n, sighing a breath of relief and sitting on the closet chair. 

"Thank god you are here, Dick."

"What?! No, Batcomputer... I am 3 minutes ETA."

Fear poisons her veins as Y/n listens closely.

"What's wrong, Batman!? Scared?"

Y/n's eyes glaze on the computer screen, her voice letting out the villans name, her voice matching with Bruce's

"Scarecrow"

"Scarecrow"

"Do not worry, Batman. You will not die...Not yet, but your veins will pollute themself with my fear of toxins. I cannot wait to see if this will break you or make you into my Scarecrow. "

Another pair of feet grumble down, rushing in while grunts cascade from Scarecrow.

"Move away from him, buttface!" Dick roared, smashing the straw-filled enemy, managing to cuff him down in 4 agonizing minutes for Y/n. The police sirens howled into the Gotham sky, taking the Scarecrow away. 

"Batcomputer, we are coming back."

"Copy."

The Batmobile drove in as Y/n observed anxiously, already preparing an operating table for Bruce. The door opens with a swift movement, Y/n placing herself under Bruce's weight and Dick helping out. Placing the wounded brute on the table, Alfred comprehended what he had to do. His stoic face examined the patient's body, witnessing his sweating going faster, his face painting itself in a heartbreaking expression, eyebrows stitched together, mouth emitting pained groans and vocal no's, eyes rolling back the white canvas painted with tiny green veins. 

To her, it all collided in her mind, he was wounded deeply, and he could die. He is human. He isn't indestructible like he vowed to her when she uncovered his secret. She could wake up tomorrow and find him 6 feet under. His hands could not hug her or console her. His smooth voice could not comfort or call her when she lost her way in the manor.

She was mad to think that there would be this his end. Dying of old age for the Batman?! She was mad to think that... and more so to believe that he would survive this so easily.

Her expression zoned out, looking at Bruce's hands. With an "I could have done what I could, now we wait for it to pass" from Alfred, Y/n walked over to Burce, clutching his hand and sitting next to him, her face blank as ever.

Alfred gave Dick a comforting hug wishing his son would survive this live nightmare. Alfred walked to Y/n as Dick stood at Bruce's other side while Alfred spoke softly to Y/n.

"Mistress Y/n, rest. I will mind him."

With no glance adverting towards the lovely father figure, Y/n spoke, "No. I will stay with him. You two go rest and...and I don't know."

Alfred and Dick exchanged glances between themself, knowing fully well there was no room for discussion, the ambiance feeling incredibly heavy by the moments that let up until now. Moving away from the couple, they let the bat calls echo on the stone walls, encapsulating the worst moment in their lives.

~~~~~

Trying to stay awake after almost 40 hours of torturous silence and stillness, Alfred put his foot down at the utterly tired woman. 

"All right, Mistress Y/n. Sleep now...IN the Master Bedroom."

Y/n responds in a burb of words, "No... He...Wake...Want to see... Blue eyes... no sleep...coffee..."

"You already had your 10th cup, and I pledge that you now have coffee running through your veins. Go rest. Now!"

Alfred pulled her away, dragging her to the much-needed rest letting involuntary Alfred watch over his adoptive son. 

~~~~~

Time passes as it does while Bruce feels the cold ambiance of the Batcave. His eyes open, noticing Alfred's dead pained gaze. Alfred spluttered some words that were more so sounds with no context as he looked at Bruce sitting on the table. Alfred steps in front of his family, hugging him, not feeling the weight that passed his heart, the deadly weight he would drag into the ground with him. Bruce jerks in the hug his cold skin touching against the warm cotton-laced fabric of his butler. 

"How long was I out?"

Alfred brokenly whispers, "Too long. We already thought the worst, Master Bruce. Don't do that again."

Pulling back, Alfred sighed a breath of relief. His brain rolled back all of the fondest memories he had with Bruce, and it was most of his life, but now seeing his blue eyes blinking, his mouth moving with words but Alfred hearing not one, just feeling the alleviation in his heart. 

"...Y/n?" The voices blur seemed to die down for Alfred, bringing him back, hearing Y/n's name.

"She is resting. She needs it. Mistress Y/n was by your side while you were at your most alarming. No sleep, food, just coffee, so many cups of coffee."

Alfred expressed in a tranquil tone seeing Bruce stand up on frail legs. Alfred stood in his spot, judging whether or not to speak and stop Bruce from walking, knowing full well where he was going. But Bruce was stubborn, not more than Y/n but more so than Alfred, leaving Alfred with a slight chuckle leave his lips.

"My goodness."

Bruce staggered step and step up the manor towards his master bedroom, not seeing much around himself, seeing solely stairs, his feet, and his left hand grabbing the rail for dear life. Bruce felt weak, he felt lost and shaken up, his mind filled with the remainder of nightmares, and he felt broken with all this unwanted movement in his body, mind, and soul. Bruce needed help, but he didn't want to ask. Bruce was ashamed to ask; he was a protector, yet there was no protector in him. One step more, he felt stronger, lighter, and more capable. As if...

"Need help, B-man?" Dick asked with a glint in his blue eye. The evident relief shows on the boy's face as he places himself under braces shoulder and puts Bruce's arm over his broad shoulders. Bruce let the grip of the handrail and leans on his son, letting him guide him up, feeling a tiny bit better now.

"You gave everyone a great scare. Don't do that again. Lost a lot of sleep."

Bruce croaked with a laugh. "And I'm guessing you replaced it with coffee."

"How did you know?" Dick questioned as they reached the top of the steps, a few efforts away from the bedroom. 

"Had a hunch." Bruce responds. Standing tall, Bruce hugs Dick, with the utmost emotion in his heart, towards Dick, a young boy who he gave shelter when he lost his parents, finding a few golden threads that connected them. Giving Bruce a new way to look at life, a moment that told him he wasn't the only one in this position. There were always other people to help, and this small boy, now a proud man, was standing in front of him, proud of helping him grow up in a safe home and letting him define a new generation of justice.

Dick froze in this moment. He felt Bruce's arms around his body, noticing the familial warmth radiating from his father. Hugs weren't rare, and yet they weren't often as well. Well, they were starting to get more often lately, thanks to Y/n influence. 

Communication is complex for Bruce, his primary source of love and communication was cut off a long time ago when he was eight, left only with his butler, who was also mourning, attempting to be a family figure for the boy. Life resumed, and Bruce continued to keep himself and others around him at arm's length, not comprehending what he was doing wrong. Only when he met Y/n. Who told him that communication would build him into a better person and father figure to Dick. Bruce preserved it in his mind, not acting much upon it until this moment, a moment where he felt that the right move would be a hug and the words...

"I love you..son." Bruce spoke clearly enough for Dick to pull back and look a second of puzzled look on his face before taking a chuckle out of it

"You still have a concussion."

Dick stepped away from him down the stairs, his steps seemingly crammed with joy, hearing the words he had heard from Bruce maybe a handful of times. Bruce limped gradually towards his bedroom, opening the heavy door with a slow swoosh, not wishing to wake up his girl. There she was. Sleeping on her side, her back facing him. Her curves were covered by the thick duvet cover that was dubbed an 'expensive heating blanket that could swallow me whole, and I wouldn't mind' by Y/n. His muscular weight dipped the bed slightly as he sat down, looking at Y/n shift towards him, her eyes still shut, laced with sleep. 

"Poor thing... Why didn't you eat anything? Why didn't you drink water like you always tell me to? I feel so stupid to have to put you through this to know how much I love and need you. When I had nightmares, one of my nightmares was seeing you walk past me, not knowing me, not kissing my cheek or holding my hand—just passing me, not even looking at me. And when I wanted to reach your hand, you looked at me with disgust and kept moving. Only for me to yell for you and watch you walk...away. I would never have thought I would see another day where you are in my life, our house, and our future."

Bruce's hand reaches for Y/n kissing her knuckle lightly just enough to stir her awake. Her eyelashes fluttered open, her eyes catching Bruce's figure concealed in the night sky's color. Standing up slowly, Y/n looked at his hand holding hers, examining his hand carefully, caressing her palm, drawing little shapes, tiny invisible hearts, and stars. Y/n looks up into his blue eyes, expressing uncertainty.

"Please, tell me this is real."

Leaning down to her, Bruce kisses her lips softly, answering in a hushed tone.

"I am here, sweetheart."

Y/n eyes twinkle and shake with tears brimming over the edge of her waterline as they begin to cascade down her cheeks. Bruce kisses her cheeks, dabbing away her tears. Y/n drew Bruce to herself, hugging him for dear life, hearing his strong heartbeat beating in a serene rhythm. 

"Don't do that ever again, stupid man. Stupid, stupid man." Y/n cried out to her man, feeling herself ache with the reality of his job and life purpose. 

"I won't, darling. I will never leave you again.'" Bruce promised, caressing her back gently, soothing her as she cried out. Bruce knew what happened to him was life-changing in more ways than one, and it nearly broke his family apart. Bruce was definitely in his peak physical shape, but mentally, he still had to shape himself into a man worthy of being a good son, a great father, and a one-of-a-kind future husband. 

But that will, for now wait, and so will the ring that was hidden in Bruce's drawer for another day.

Hope you liked it! Let me know what you think ❤️

[clairewritesandrambles]

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[hollandorks]

anyone got any newer battinson fic recs?? I feel like I've read all of the "popular" ones but nothing from the past few months!

[quartzdawn]

Just a one page comic thingy I wanted to do with my fan character Malaika. I'm still working on her superhero name. She used to go under Flyssa but Im retconning that.

Anyway I think in the future Ill make this a entire short comic with angst, comfort, (actually draw the background myself 🥲) and Bruce in character but for now .

Reblogs and Likes are appreciated 💖

Background credit:

Sadly when trying to look up the specific source I couldn’t find it, but from the looks of it, it’s possible from a 2 page spread from the official DC comics

[come-along-pond]

notes: My second box for the @occreatorexchange prompt bingo. This is my first full published smut so uh, please be kind. We can thank @curious-kittens-ocs, @astarionbae and @endless-oc-creations for dealing with my complaining and begging for peer review.

warnings: NSFW. Swearing, kissing, fingering, p in v, no protection, kitchen sex, titty sucking, edging, scratching and leaving marks. Bruce says 'good girl' because I'm a slut. IF YOU HATE THE WORD TITS DON’T READ.

Isabella Wayne (OC) x Bruce Wayne: MaleDom

AO3 VERSION

“Harls I love you, I do, but I can not listen to the same story for the fifth time,” Isabella Wayne is standing outside her apartment, keys in one hand, her mobile in the other, pressed to her ear. Harley had been talking her ear off nonstop ever since she’d left the Grocery Store - ‘Gotham’s a scary place Izzie, you gotta stay safe’, she didn’t realise the irony in that.

Bella pushes open her door, not expecting to see the lights already on, she has a moment of panic before she sees a familiar silhouette leaning on her kitchen counter. 

She doesn’t acknowledge him, merely continuing to listen to the woman on the other side of the phone, and placing her shopping bag on the kitchen island, she starts to unpack and places two wine bottles down, the figure picks one up and inspects it, almost disgusted by the cheap alcohol.

“As entertaining as you are darling, I’m going to go drown myself in the bath with a bottle of wine,”

“You’re so rich,” she can feel Harley’s eye roll. 

“Bye,” Isabella sings her farewells and hangs up, placing her phone on the counter, “I thought you of all people would be against breaking and entering,”

“I didn’t break anything, just entered,” Isabella’s husband shrugs “Who was that,” he gestures to her phone

“Oh don’t be jealous Brucie, she’s just a friend,” Bella winks and Bruce sighs

“Isabella-“

“You keep enough tabs on me Bruce, you could find out very easily,” she grumbles, opening the fridge to put away her small carton of milk.

“I thought maybe I’d give you a chance to be honest for once,” that stung, he knew it did and Bella turns away from him.

“Am I not allowed friends? Am I supposed to be imprisoned in my apartment, only seeing you and business associates, you don’t even look at me properly anymore,”

“I do,” he says firmly, but there’s something underlying like it’s something to be ashamed of “I’m sorry…” This happened a lot, he’d come over, and they’d bite at each other until someone cracked Bella sighs and joins him by the counter, crossing her arms and mirroring his position.

A moment passes, then another.

“It was Harley,”

“I know,” of course he did

“Why are you here Bruce?” Isabella asks, she looks up at the taller man, his jaw was as sharp as ever, but his stubble had grown past his old limit. 

It takes him a minute to respond, battling with his thoughts, he tries to remember Isabella before Belle Reve, her kind eyes and calm demeanour, they were honest with each other then, or so he thought.

“I missed you,” he admits, placing his palms behind him.

“Me too,” she says quietly, looking right up at him, she places her hand on top of his and finally he turns to look at her, to properly look at her.

He isn’t sure how to feel about what he finds: she was still her with long blonde hair and determined brown eyes. She was still her.

He thinks maybe his life would be easier if she wasn’t. 

“I still love you,”

“I know, me too,” with her response, Bruce cups his wife’s cheeks and pulls her in for a kiss. She responds instantly, moaning when he spins her around and pushes her against the kitchen island, his hands slip down her back and into her jeans, grabbing at the flesh of her ass while she grabs his arms for support.

“Bedroom?” she asks breathlessly, god he’d barely touched her and she needed him, in her defence, it’d been over a year since they’d been together.

Bruce pulls back, and looks her in the eyes “Are you sure?” she nods “Words sweetheart,”

“Fuck. Yes, yes I want this,” she breaths out and Bruce smirks, hoisting her up onto the counter, she grins into his neck, peppering kisses down it, she kicks off her heels and nudges his leg “Shoes, Bruce,” he reluctantly sighs, but pauses to slip out of them “You’re not running my flooring,” she says casually while slipping off her shirt.

“You’re so dramatic,” he kisses her again, nibbling at her lip while his large hands grope at her tits through her bra, As Isabella moans, her own hands run down to unbutton her jeans, but he stops her, grabbing her hands tightly “My job,” Bella grins and removes her hands, placing them on the counter behind her

“Want me to lay back as well?” she teases, but Bruce merely pushes her down, causing her to laugh he unzips her trousers and gently instructs her to lift herself up so he can shimmy them down, she complies and hears the gentle thud of the denim on the ground.

She was exposed now, her dark blue underwear on show for him to see, and his hands run down her thighs “Is this the set I bought you?” When Isabella goes to remind him that there was a point in her life where she exclusively wore underwear from him, she feels him swipe between her folds, collecting what had leaked through already, she thanks god he doesn't comment on how quickly he got her worked up. It takes him a while to move up her legs, massaging her ankles, and bringing his lips to her knees, slowly kissing up her thigh.

“Bruce..” she moans out

“Mhm?” he continues his actions, leaving a light hickey on her thigh

“Touch something…please,” she’s breathless, feeling her slick pool in her underwear

“I’ve got to warm you up darling,” he squeezes her thighs, one hand reaches up to her bra and slips under it, squeezing her right boob, causing her to sigh in relief, the other hand easily slips off her underwear, leaving her almost fully exposed. He gently cups her whilst his right thumb flicks at her breast, Bella gasps sharply, but it quickly turns into a moan when he starts to slowly circle her clit.

“Bruce please,” she groans, she felt like she was on fire, her slick was starting to get uncomfortable, and she just needed something, some friction. Thankfully, Bruce listens to her, and his middle finger slips inside her, slowly moving in and out.

“God you’re still so tight,” he picks up the pace, and Isabella arches her back

“More,” she moans out

“Have you forgotten who’s in charge here?” he says sharply, pulling his finger out, leaving her empty again, Bella wants to kick him, but she sits up, his hands both on her thighs.

“Please,” she adds, he smirks, and soon she’s back lying on the table, two fingers now inside her, slowly speeding up.

“Good girl,” he praises, and she lets out a damn near pornographic moan “Gonna take me so well later,” she starts to babble, mixing his name in with’ pleases’ while his thumb continues to circle her sensitive nub.

“Fuck..Fuck, fuck!” She’s close, she moans loudly, arching her back, her core tightens and she wants to both squirm away from Bruce and force him to go faster, leaving her a screaming mess. She feels it near and then…

Nothing.

He’d pulled his fingers out and left her just on the edge of her release. 

“Oh you ass,” she sighs, breathing heavily, Bruce grabs her calves roughly, pulling her down the island before leaning over her so they’re face to face.

“What was that?” he asks, hiding a smirk

“Asshole,” she says boldly and he lets out a breathy laugh, his hand finding her core again, fingers filling her suddenly. 

“Fuck!” he doesn’t give her time to warm up this time, moving in and out with two fingers and with such a speed Bella can hardly compute it, all she can do is swear loudly. She doesn’t know what to do with her hands, putting them above her head whilst her legs pull Bruce closer as she nears her end again “I’m close…don’t, don’t you dare-” she’s so nearly there, her heels digging into Bruce’s back, she can see his hard-on but knows he has the self-control not to take her right there, god she hated that right now.

Again, his hands leave her just as she nearly falls over the edge, tears are forming now, but god she loved it, he knew she did. 

Isabella doesn’t say anything, only putting her hand down, gesturing for Bruce to hold it, he does and she squeezes it tightly “You okay?” he asks, and she just lets out a breathy giggle.

“If you let me cum I’ll be much better,” 

He tuts softly “C’mon, sit up,” she does as she’s told and he scoops her up in his arms, she screeches and grabs on behind his neck, giggling as he carries her to the bedroom. 

The apartment had been nearly abandoned since Isabella had moved in with Bruce all those years ago, it was used as an office for her, somewhere to go when the Cabin was too far away, and she needed a break from work. Now, it’s become her permanent residence again, she’d been picked up from Bella Reve in a simple Range Rover and driven here, not to her home with Bruce, to a dusty apartment with no one to speak to. 

Slowly, Bella had started to redecorate, and the bedroom hadn’t been touched yet, with cream walls and a collection of musky-smelling candles on her dresser. 

Bruce lays his wife down on her bed, hovering over her to press soft kisses to her lips, he was gentler now, and Bella couldn’t help but wonder if the guilt of leaving her had kicked in, she really wasn’t good at not being sad these days, and that still applied during sex apparently.

She runs her fingers through his hair and he starts to kiss down her jaw, he bites at her neck and she moans, scratching at his scalp. That got his attention and he pulled back, lifting his tight black t-shirt over his head, revealing his abs.

Isabella shamelessly checks him out, biting her lip and grinning, she sits up and grabs the back of his head, connecting their lips suddenly and pulling him back down with her, her hands roaming over his chest, this makes him moan and she smiles into the kiss, her hands reaching his belt and undoing it. He lets her do it, his own hands moving to her back, unhooking her bra, his lips unlock with hers and starts to suck at her left boob, whilst his right hand fondles the other one, his left-hand sneaks down to her opening, collecting the slick once again. He inserts his fingers for the fourth time, this time moving slowly to match his pace on her tits.

It doesn’t take long to get Bella to the edge again, he’d worked her up so much - denying her an orgasm twice, and looking far too hot while doing it. She tries not to show that she’s about to cum this time, but her moans become more high pitched and her grip on his hair tightens. Bruce slithers up her next, whispering in her ear

“Come on baby, let go,” that does it, her walls clench around his fingers and she pulls at his hair.

“Bruce..oh fuck!” she screams and her juices flood the bed, god it felt so good, he continues through it letting her ride her high.

Slowly, he removes himself from her and she complains at the lack of closeness, he kisses her softly before standing up and slipping off his slacks, then his boxers, Isabella watches his dick spring up, pre cum smeared over the tip, and she moans at the sight of it. It was as mouth-watering as she remembered, with a thick girth and decent length, her core clenches just at the sight of it. Bruce gets back on the bed, he kisses her again, and she chases his lips.

“You ready?” he checks and she nods “Wo-”

“Yes,” she doesn’t need him to finish the sentence “Fuck, please,” he smirks and pumps himself slowly, groaning at the feeling of his own hand, oh how he often imagined her manicured fingers around him instead of his own, how he remembered the tightening of her cunt around him. 

Bruce slowly lowers himself down and inserts himself into Bella, she gasps ever so slightly, letting out a shaky hum and Bruce joins her.

“Taking me so well, fuck,” he bottoms out after the slow process, Bella lets him stay there for a moment as both of them relish in the tight stretch of her “Missed you,” he whispers into her ear and she shivers “so much, god,” his hips buck involuntarily and she gasps.

“You can move,” she greenlights and he pulls back before sharply re-entering, both gasp and slowly he picks up his pace, the bed shakes as he grunts

“Fuck…So perfect,” 

Isabella grabs onto his biceps, her nails digging into the skin, the pain edges him on and Bruce keeps up the rough pace, his own grunts of pleasure mixing with Bella’s moans “Faster. Oh fuck, shit,” she feels the rope tighten in her stomach again, and she screams out “I’m close!”

“Just a little bit longer, come on, you can take it,” Bruce watches her tits jiggle with each of his thrusts “Come on,”

“I can’t-” she scratches down his arms “Gotta cum,” the pressure is too much, he’s so big, she’s so full “Please Bruce, let me - please, oh shit,”

“Let go, darling, come on,” with that, the dam breaks, and again, Bella moans loudly, arching her back, her hips jerk with the sensation and Bruce continues his thrusting, he tucks her hair behind her ear, kissing her as his own pleasure builds, her walls trying to milk him dry “Can I- shit,” he groans and Bella recognises the signs, her fingernails scratch at his scalp

“You can cum inside,” she explains and that's what makes him let go, his cum coating her walls. He rides out his own release and Bella continues to moan. Finally, he collapses on her, the heavyweight comforting.

Both lay there breathless for a few minutes, overwhelmed by the mix of emotions they’d both felt. Bella feels her eyes slip shut, and Bruce slowly stands up, his cock exiting her, she groans at the emptiness, and crosses her legs.

Bruce stands up and starts to walk away from the bed, Isabella looks up, just seeing his backside as he puts on his boxers.

“Don’t leave,” she says panicked, tears in her eyes, he looks almost offended but remembers the post bliss, vulnerable state she’s in and leans down to kiss her temple.

“I’m just getting a cloth sweetheart,” he reassures, and when he returns from the en-suite, he cleans her up, ending the night with her in his arms.

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Drowning In Love

Summary; Bale!Bruce Wayne/Batmanx Fe!OC (Althea) ~ They had known each other for a while and nothing has seemed to have happened...yet.

Yet another night had passed and Bruce was in pain.

No matter how much he would deny it. From the cuts on his arms, to the graze on his face and the bruises on his ribs. He was, it was safe to say, in a lot of pain.

And Althea knew.

She'd known him since she was 23 and had come to visit Alfred before she went back to medical school.

Even then she was beautiful and extrodinary to him.

She was also the first person - outside of Alfred, and technically Lucius - to know who he was. And he never even told her.

It had been 9 in the morning and all he wanted to do was sleep but with the gash on his arm from a machete the night before, it was stopping him from drifting off.

Alfred had fixed it as best as he could but then Althea turned up.

She walked through the front door and into the library where she found Bruce sat behind a desk. His arms were covered, no-one could see the harm done.

But she could.

Althea had been talking, already speaking to Alfred and Bruce when she stopped dead in her tracks and after five very long seconds, she spoke.

"Oh, my god." Althea was in complete shock. "You're an idiot. Please tell me you tried to talk him out of it." She looked to Alfred accusingly.

She looked back to Bruce then dramatically rolled her eyes before turning on her heels and leaving through the door as she shouted; "I'll be back! Don't you dare move!"

Bruce looked to Alfred, who even looked scared. "How the hell did she-"

Alfred shook his head and collected the tray. "I don't know. Although, I think her brain might be a little wasted in the medical field. Then again, she is the best doctor I have ever met."

"Don't try and butter me up, Mr Pennyworth. I'm mad at you, too." Althea was back and dropped her medical bag beside Bruce's chair and kneeled beside it.

"Take off your shirt."

"Buy me dinner first?" Bruce tried to joke.

Althea looked up - she was pissed.

"Okay, I don't like you looking at me like that while you're holding a needle."

"Be glad it's not a knife."

Bruce looked to Alfred but he was already quickly leaving. He knew when to avoid Althea and this was when.

"Coward." Bruce whispered under his breath as he began to remove his shirt.

Althea didn't look to Bruce, but she did hear him. "Don't worry, I'll get him later. He isn't getting away with this. And neither are you. What the hell are you thinking?!"

Althea's hands moved like they were on auto-pilot. She was cleaning the wound, removing the old stitches, cleaning it again, stitching it again - and much more neatly - and finally dressing the wound.

Bruce tried his best to explain his case to her but was struggling.

"No, you know what, don't tell me. I don't want to know." Althea said. "Actually, do. Tell me why you are risking your bloody life every night being dressed in costume."

"It's not a costume. It's a suit."

She looked into his eyes and he had to draw back a little. If she had been a detective, even the most ruthless criminals would have confessed through just one look of Althea's.

"It's a costume." Athea repeated. "You're risking your life. Every night, Bruce. Have you even thought about what would happen if something goes wrong? If you get hurt more than you're capable of handling?"

"I'll be fine."

"Bruce-"

Bruce leaned in a little closer as she finished wrapping the bandage. "Ali, I'm okay. I'll be fine."

She rested herself back on her heels and looked to him. He could see the fear in her eyes, for him.

"I promise."

Althea eventually nodded and packed up her things. "Okay," then she slapped his hand away from the bandage.

"Don't."

"What?" Bruce asked a little offended.

"Don't itch it. It's healing."

"Fine."

That was over a year ago now.

And, yet, it felt like it was yesterday.

Sitting on the edge of his sofa, Althea sat across from him on the coffee table.

Bruce still hadn't changed out of his blood-splashed black t-shirt and trousers, but Althea had bandaged his forearm and put his other cuts back together and was now cleaning the graze wounds above his left brow.

The room was soaked in darkness but from the city lights, the moon, and the one lamp beside the sofa, they could see one another.

"I really wish you'd stop doing this to yourself." Althea spoke.

With them being so close, they spoke in what felt like whispers. It was their secret, being inside the penthouse.

"Gotham needs Batman-"

"Gotham needs Batman, but I still need you, Bruce." Althea softly brushed the cotton wool across the graze, focusing on the redness but then back to his eyes.

The stokes became softer until she finally placed the cotton down. "That should do. You need to sleep. I'll give you some asprin in the morning."

"Thank you," Bruce said, finally catching her hands in his to make her look at him. "For everything."

Althea looked between his eyes and then down to their hands. Bruce's fingers were running softly over her knuckles. "You don't have to thank me, Bruce."

"Yes, I do." Althea finally looked him in the eyes. "You always help fix me, even when I don't know that I need it."

"You know you need it, you just think you can deal with it."

Bruce smiled. "Either way, you're always there for me."

"What kind of friend would I be if I wasn't?"

"Are we just that? Friends?"

There was a long silence and for a moment, it felt awkward. The unspoken thing was out in the open, but then it became...natural.

Althea didn't really know why, but she removed her hand from Bruce's and carefully and slightly hesitantly, she placed it beside his cheek before drawing him in for a kiss.

Bruce was a little surprised, to say the least.

They had known each other for so long and, of course, feelings had always been there but they'd never been acted on.

The kiss was soft and new but...familiar. It was as if they'd kissed a thousand times before, but each time had been their first.

As Bruce kissed back, his hand landed softly to grip her thigh. It was real. He wasn't dreaming...again.

The kiss slowly settled and with their foreheads touching, Althea could feel her lips still burning. But she couldn't. Not tonight.

"Get some rest," she told him. "I'll see you in the morning."

Althea slowly stood up, still feeling Bruce's hand in hers slowly loosening it's grip.

She packed up her things and looked back before she turned the lamp off.

"Night, Bruce."

Bruce watched her leave before he laid down on the sofa and it wasn't long until he finally drifted off with the feeling of Althea's lips still on his.

The next morning, Bruce woke to find Althea walking around the living room of his penthouse, flicking through medical files.

"You're awake." Althea stood and picked up a powdered tablet and a glass of water before mixing them together. "This should help with the headache."

She sat down on the coffee table as he sat up - just like the night before.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like I got hit by a truck," his voice was rough both in sound and against his throat.

"So, typical Tuesday then?"

Bruce gave a soft smile as he saw hers, watching him as he drank from the glass again.

"The news is reporting that Batman has saved yet another dozen people and many more by stopping more criminals. The crime stats have gone down 2% in the last five days." Althea explained. "Also, I've updated your medical form - I know it's only Alfred and I who see it but still. And-"

"Althea,"

"It seems you're also due a medical check-up so I've booked you in for next week-"

"Thea." Bruce took the medical case file from her and placed it beside him. But she still continued.

"And don't think that you're skipping it. I'll drag you there myself if you don't-"

"Althea!" Bruce finally managed to capture her attention, but it was only for a few moments.

"Your vitals seem fine but I've taken the day off to monitor you in case something goes wrong-"

Trust the medical professional to already have his entire medical history memorised.

"Ali, please." Bruce took her by the hand. He could tell, even from just her voice that she was scared for him.

It was only Bruce that really knew the difference between her voices, how tiny the differences were and which pitch or way of wording meant what.

"I'm okay."

Even though he didn't know for sure, he knew. Bruce knew that she had been monitoring his heart-rate all night.

"You fixed me yourself, Ali." Bruce reassured her. "I'm okay. I'm healing. I promise you, I'm okay. I'm here. We both are."

Althea closed her eyes and lowered her head feeling Bruce's fingers intertwine with hers. "I know you won't give this up yet, but please...please be careful."

"I always am." Bruce smiled in a soft whisper.

"Am I interupting something?" Alfred asked as he entered.

Shocked and surprised, Althea quickly stood up and calmed herself. "He'll live."

"Ah," Alfred smiled. "Good. But, just in case, I've called Mr Fox and you are required to stay home."

"Doctor's orders." Althea added.

"Not that you go in, anyway."

"I heard that." Bruce replied.

By the time Alfred finished up, Bruce pulled him aside giving him the day off.

"I suspect Miss Chambers will be keeping a watchful eye on you, already." Alfred agreed.

"Yes, I suspect she will."

Alfred smiled, patted Bruce's shoulder and made his leave.

The rest of the day was spent with just himself and Althea, on the sofa, watching movies.

"You didn't sleep, did you?" Bruce asked after an hour of watching her slowly slip in and out of conciousness.

"Yes, I did."

Bruce just smiled a little before pulling her over towards him.

Slowly, she laid her head down on his lap. This wasn't unusual for them - sometimes it would be the other way around. Althea spent that much time on long shift with no sleep that she could fall asleep instantly and with Bruce living his double-life, it meant he mostly slept in the day.

However, this time Althea could feel herself drifting but it wasn't until she took Bruce's hand in her own and placed two fingers against his wrists that she finally fell asleep - or near it at least.

Hours passed and neither of them moved, just letting a random movie play on the TV until finally it was reaching night-time.

They had eaten a few hours ago but sleep way already taking them both over.

Softly, Bruce brushed a hand through her hair and she began to stir.

"Are you watching me sleep?"

Bruce could smile and keep his eyes on her since her own remained shut.

"No,"

"Liar." Althea groaned as she slowly lifted herself up.

Bruce chuckled and lifted himself from the sofa himself.

"I better go home," Althea said as she checked her watch.

"Or you could stay?"

"I'll get a bad back."

Bruce gave a slight chuckle, "The bed is big enough, Ali."

Any other day, she would have decline or decided to go home but with the night already being in and the hospital being closer to Bruce's penthouse than her own home, she said yes.

Thankfully, Alfred had found her some of her own pajamas - one's she had left there the last time she had slept over - and some toiletries

There had been a leak in her apartment so Bruce offered her to stay with him - he said she could stay forever if she wanted to - but she only stayed until it was fixed.

It wasn't long until they had both brushed their teeth and climbed into bed. And, just like before, Bruce felt her fingers wrap around his wrist.

She was checking for his pulse.

"Thea?"

"Hhm?"

"I'm still here."

"Hm-mh."

"And I'm not going anywhere."

After that, Bruce pulled her closer to his chest.

Maybe, finally, they were passed being 'just friends'.

As the night turned to the morning and Alfred arrived at Bruce's room, he found him already stood getting dressed, fixing the cuffs of his shirt whilst Althea still slept in his bed. She hadn't moved at all during the night. Neither of them had.

"Let her sleep," Bruce told him.

"I take it I might be seeing a bit more of Thea?" Alfred lay the tray down.

Bruce smiled, fixing his other cuff. "It was late and I asked her to stay."

"Ah," Alfred replied as he stood back up. That was when he saw that all too familiar look on Bruce's face as he looked over to the bed.

Alfred had known Bruce's feelings towards Althea since the first time he saw them meet.

It had been in the hallways of Wayne Manor. Alfred had gone to fetch his own coat, leaving Althea in the hallway.

Bruce had been coming down the stairs when he spotted her, dressed in a summer dress with her hair (then) by her shoulders and her sunglasses and hat in her hands as she looked up to the old oil paintings on the walls.

He fell in love with her there and then.

She was beautiful.

And when he tried to run away from his meeting by going to the back exist of Wayne Tower and she was already there, leaning against the brick of the wall; he only fell further.

And now, even Alfred could see he was drowing in his feelings towards Althea.

"I suggest you tell her the truth until your heart gives it away for you."

"One day, Alfred." Bruce replied. "One day."

[littlebatsimagines]

The Orphan and the Clown Part 1 (Jerome Valeska x oc)

Masterlist

She sat on the steps of the trailer as she listened to her parents argue inside. The black hair that wasn't covered by her red hood blew in the cool breeze of Keysone City, her piercing green eyes scanning the grounds of the circus as a small sigh escaped her lips. After a bit the arguing died down so she got up and began to walk the grounds. Keeping her head down was always best, it kept her out of trouble and others from looking at her too closely, well it almost always kept her out of trouble but tonight fate wouldn’t be so kind.

The girl ran into someone's chest and fell. “Sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going!” she said quickly, her voice quiet and childish. “It’s ok…I wasn't watching either. Here let me help you up." A boy said as he took her small hand and helped her up easily. “Oh, thank you. I'm Chance by the way.” she said quietly as she moved her hood so she could look up at the tall boy with red hair and blue eyes. “I’m Jerome, my mom is the snake dancer.” he said offering Chance a small smile. “I know, I see you with the snake sometimes" she said letting her hood fall to reveal her shoulder length black hair. “So if you don’t mind me asking…uh…why are you out here in the cold?” he asked running his fingers through his hair nervously. “Oh..um m-my parents are arguing…again…I don't really know what to do with myself so I just make myself scarce, ya know?” chance said moving her bangs from her glasses. Jerome couldn't help but notice how innocent and doll-like this girl looked. Chance had the appearance that she wouldn't hurt a fly…then again so did he. The ginger shook his head after realizing he had been staring. “Would you like to hang out at my trailer...my mom isn't there so it'll be quiet." he said making a big bright smile grow on her face. “I’d like that, thank you.”

4 years later

“J, you can't keep letting her treat you like this." Chance said as she gently placed an icepack on Jerome's shoulder. “She won’t get away with it forever doll." he said before kissing her gently and putting his forhead to hers as the two sat there in silence. Chance let out a sigh as her mind wondered. The two of them had met four years ago and in that time they became best friends and now lovers, not that anyone turned their attention to them enough to notice. Lyla’s name calling had cause many fights between between the mother and son but Jerome had insisted on keeping Chance close, especially after her parents left without a word one night after a show. Chance looks at Jerome and gently rubbed his check. “Come on, let’s get to bed” he muttered as he pulled her down on to the couch with him.

Chance was shaken awake to see Jerome standing over her with anger and annoyance. “J? What's wrong?” she asked tiredly. “We are going to take care of Lyle." he said as a twisted smile grew on his face and he chuckled darkly.

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A/n: so this is a reupload/edit of one of my first ever works The Orphan and the Clown. This story was originally posted on Wattpad but I figured I'd bring it over here for you guys as well as fix it up and add to it! Hope you all enjoy!!

Much love,

Bats

[i-mushi]

Chapter 6 of Prime Directive!

It's up!

[nayapeach]

Redesign of the costume in DC, now I like it much more, although in fact I added only a short skirt and shorts. In general, it seems to me that in this costume she looks like a princess, which is very suitable for her character

Her new superhero name is Crystal Maiden (Crystal)

The essence of her powers is the materialization of crystals of different shapes

on 2 of her last costume and then there was an ability - telekinesis

[lazycats-stuff]

Chapter 4

I think the plot finally kicked off.

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: Elias is trying to process it, Damian is trying to be a good friend, Titus makes an appearance, Bruce is the detective he is, everyone is trying to be helpful to Elias, Elias is a sad boy.

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9

The drive back home was quiet and outright uncomfortable. Elias was quiet and he just looked numb. Damian looked at Elias and for a rare moment, he was shocked. Elias looked like he was drained of any energy and his eyes were red from the crying.

Thankfully, he didn't get another panic attack, but Damian knew that there was enough anxiety for about 10 people in him. He was restless beyond belief, judging by the twitching of his fingers and bouncing of his leg.

Damian didn't really know what to say in order to comfort him. Alfred had no idea what to do either, which was a rare thing to say about Alfred Pennyworth. He always knew what to do. Damian also glanced at Alfred, asking him for some help.

Alfred shook his head, letting Damian know that he didn't have a clue about what to do now. Alfred was reminded of Dick when he first came to the manor. But the there is a crucial difference between Dick and Elias.

Dick knew what happened to his parents and although he witnessed it, he had some closure. He found the killer and moved on with his life. If they don't find his mother, he will never get closure.

Elias sniffled quietly in the back and he wrapped his arms around himself. He isn't in the mood to talk to anybody and what he wanted to do more than anything in the world is to be alone. He just wanted to curl up and cry.

They stopped the car and Alfred looked at Elias. The boy slowly stepped out of the car, head hanging low. Bruce parked a few moments later stepping out.

" Come on Elias. Lets get inside. " Bruce said as he gently put his hands on Elias' shoulders and led him to the manor. Elias didn't say anything as he was led inside. His head was just hanging low and even as they passed the other three boys. Bruce led him to the bedrooms upstairs.

Bruce gave Elias his own room. Alfred always cleaned those rooms and made sure that they are ready for using. Alfred cleaned this room two days ago and it's as fresh as anything. Elias didn't say anything to Bruce as he shrugged off his jacket and shoes before moving to the bed.

He laid down under the covers, turning his back to Bruce. He curled into a fetal position, hugging a second pillow. He buried his face in it and allowed himself to cry quietly once more.

" I will check on you in a while. And if you need to talk, you can always call me. " Bruce said, leaving the grieving boy alone. He closed the door and went downstairs to his sons. They were all curious as to what happened, but Damian and Alfred wanted to wait for Bruce to come on down.

" Now the we are all here, Damian will explain everything. " Bruce said, sitting down on a free spot on the couch. Everyone turned to look at Damian who told them everything. He explained how the apartment was trashed and how there was blood.

Then he mentioned a panic attack and the fact that they think she was taken. If you remember the weather that it was during the night before, kidnapping is the most plausible option.

The others listened in the silence, never interrupting.

" Why would somebody kidnap an architect? Especially in that neighborhood. The buildings are secure, there is a lot of security measures. " Jason pondered, looking at the others.

" I know. But there was something about all the chaos. " Damian noted. He didn't want to bring it up with Elias nearby, but now he could voice his suspicion.

" Like what? " Dick asked, sitting cross legged on the couch.

" It was... I didn't look like somebody fought for their life. It looked deliberate. Too... organized. I don't know how to explain it. I have to ask him if his mother has martial arts experience. "

" So, you think that there is something more to the kidnapping? " Tim asked Damian and Damian nodded.

" I don't think it's random. " Damian clarified and it made everyone give out a different reactions. Shock, concern and all in all curiosity. Who would have targeted Natalia?

" Either way, I'm going to investigate. If Damian says there might be something more to it, it's worth looking into. " Bruce declared and Damian nodded.

" And Elias will stay here? " Jason asked, turning to look at both Alfred and Bruce.

" And by how the process usually goes, he will be adopted too. " Alfred answered, making Bruce roll his eyes. The others seemed to agree with Alfred, either nodding or chuckling.

" No matter what, he will stay here until we find his mother. " Bruce declared and Jason just smirked, leaning forward.

" Oh he will so get adopted. " Jason said and Bruce just raised his brow.

" I'm right. Everyone knows that. " Jason defended himself.

" Again, no matter what, he is staying here. He needs stability now. And I think that's something that he needs something right now. " Bruce declared, leaning back on the couch.

" What about school? " Tim asked, making everyone look at him. " I mean, at the moment he is an emotional wreck right now. His wounds are fresh. He doesn't know what's going on. " Tim explained further.

Everyone turned their heads back to Bruce.

" He won't be going tomorrow. He will need rest. I should check with the GCPD if I can get his stuff. " Bruce said, nodding to himself. " Hopefully I will get some of his stuff by the end of the next week. "

After that statement, the living room fell into silence. Nobody knew what to say.

" How is Elias doing though? " Dick asked, looking at Bruce since he is the last person who saw him.

" He is shaken beyond belief. He just withdrew it seems. He needs some time to process it all. " Bruce answered and Dick just nodded.

As everyone was downstairs conversing about him, Elias was bawling his eyes out. There is something about his home being so trashed. Call him old school or old fashioned, but home is somewhere where everyone should be safe.

Their apartment is, well, was his safe place. He never felt unsafe by any means. Even though he could defend himself and knows how to take care of himself out in the city, he felt safe in the apartment.

He could let his guard down, he could completely relax. His mom too. He could see it whenever they were out somewhere in public. She is an observant person by nature and she is always surveying her surroundings, especially when she was with Elias.

Always.

And who would have managed to kidnap her? Elias wanted to smack himself on the head.

He sort of knew that the martial arts that his mom has taught him over the last 8 years of his life were not your normal and traditional martial arts.

He closed his eyes, trying to remember the moves he knows. And every single thing that his mom told him. He opened his eyes, wiping them. They started burning a little and he just sniffled quietly.

Why did he all of a sudden feel like the moves he knows are watered down? Why do they feel like they were made to kill somebody?

And where did she train? From where does she know all of those martial arts? Does Aseel know? Oh God, he should give him a call. But where is his phone though? He sat up, patting his pockets for his phone.

He nearly sighed in relief when he felt it. He hated the fact that it was dead. He put it on the nightstand, sighing quietly. He looked around the room. It looked just like Damian's, only this one is kind of lifeless.

Elias licked his lips, feeling thirsty. He moved to sit at the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes once more. He stood up, opening the door to the hallway. He took a deep breath before moving to the kitchen. The halls were quiet, but he heard some talking in the kitchen. He took a deep breath to compose himself before going into the kitchen.

They stopped, before resuming.

" Hey, I was just about to get you down. " Bruce said, nodding his head to the chair next to Damian. Elias knew that he looked like a wreck with his bloodshot eyes and hair sticking in all of the directions.

" How are you feeling? " Bruce asked, leaning forward from his place at the head of the table. " You are allowed to say no. Nobody expects you to be fine. "

Elias looked down at his hands, fingers picking at the skin around it.

" I don't know... There is so much in my head honestly. I feel scared for her. I feel afraid thinking about if I had stayed there instead of here. " Elias said, forcing a new wave of tears down. Everyone listened intently to him. Bruce nodded in understanding.

" Do you have any family besides her? " Damian chimed in and Elias shook his head.

" I mean, there is uncle Aseel, but he is not biologically my uncle. He is more like a good friend of my mom, well, more like a brother. " Elias explained to Damian.

Damian nodded, giving a quick glance to Bruce. Bruce noted it and made sure to look into it.

" Well, you lot can take a break from the conversation because lunch is served. " Alfred said, putting the food in the middle of the table. Elias didn't have an appetite, but he knew that Alfred was going to kill him if he went about his day hungry.

" Master Elias, I know you probably don't have an appetite right now, but I would appreciate if you could eat a little bit. " Alfred asked and Elias nodded.

Alfred has made lasagna and while it smelled great, Elias didn't have an appetite. Maybe he could have a few bites at most. After being served and saying bon apetit, they all dug in.

Elias find it kind of hard, but he pushed through and he managed to clean his plate. Alfred was pleased at the sight of a clean plate. He gave Elias a pat on the back

" For those who are done, I have also made some cheesecake. " Alfred declared and Elias' head whipped to look at Alfred.

" Are you interested in some dessert master Elias? " Alfred prompted with a smile on his face.

" That's my favorite actually. " Elias confessed softly and Jason glanced at Dick and Tim. Despite everything that has happened today, he looked a little bit cheerier. Maybe dessert is a good way to start healing.

" What luck then master Elias. " Alfred said as he served Elias. Elias chuckled ever so slightly. Alfred either knew or just guessed.

Whatever it was, he was just happy. Even for now.

After lunch, Elias went back to his now room. There were fresh clothes on the bed. Judging by the size of them, it had to be Damian's. It was just grey sweatpants and a black T-shirt. He changed into it and put his phone to charge.

Damian promised to come by later with Titus, a sort of therapy dog for him. Elias feel in love with the big boy the moment he saw him. He wondered how it would feel if he cuddled with the dog.

A heavy blanket?

Elias smile sadly to himself as he took his phone. He went straight to the gallery to look at some photos. His mom loves to travel and they have travelled all over America. From the cities to national parks to just hiking somewhere.

He just swiped through the photos he had saved in his phone. This was in New York, in front of Broadway theatre. They were going to see Hamilton, no, not that. Maybe the Phantom of the opera? Well, whatever they saw, it was fun. His mom was all smiles in the photo and so was he.

Where did they go wrong? What went wrong?

He thought about the incident with the stalker. Was he just your usual pedophile or was there something more? He closed his eyes, trying to remember what the man looked like. Your average man.

Elias opened his eyes once more. Your average man. He clicked his tongue in annoyance. Would GCPD ever find his mom? With how things are and statistics considering the kidnappings are not really hopeful.

But none the less, he would never give up. He brought his hands to his neck to touch the silver chain. He was thankful that he didn't leave it back in the apartment. What was the motive behind it? It wasn't robbery. They aren't that rich. TV would be the only real thing of value... Maybe a few painting they had...

Either way, it wasn't a robbery.

Revenge? Who would want to harm his mom? His mama? She wouldn't harm a fly and only uses violence as a last result and in self defense. And sure, the most nice people could be the worst people in the world. Serial killers are the best example of that. Damian knocked and entered with Titus, who immediately jumped onto the bed, laying down next to Elias. Damian sat on the edge.

" Hey Damian. "

" Hello. I know that this will be a stupid question, but how are you doing? "

" I mean, I processed it now. I thought about it, I thought about the motive and why she would have been taken. "

" And your conclusions are? " Damian prompted and Elias hesitated for a moment. Would Damian find them stupid?

" Come on. I won't judge. " Damian prompted once more and Elias took a deep breath.

" It's not robbery. The only valuable thing is TV and it's still in the apartment. " Elias paused for a moment. Damian tilted his head, listening to him.

" I thought about revenge then. I thought about who might have taken her because she wouldn't hurt a fly, but I don't know if she had any enemies. " Elias said, wiping a tear that fell down his cheek.

" You know, she taught me how to fight. And how to see if you are being followed. " Elias revealed and Damian was kind of shocked that he was opening up to him.

" Really? You might have to show me. " Damian said and Elias nodded.

" Sure. " Elias confirmed, smiling a little. It would be nice to spar with someone that's not his mom. Did she made it fun? Yes. Was it getting a little bit repetitive? Yes.

" Do you have Aseel's phone number? Father wanted to know because he wanted to see if he could talk to him. " Damian asked and Elias reached for his phone. Titus huffed and Elias scratched his belly. He opened up the contact and showed Damian.

Damian took a photo of the phone number and Elias put his phone down.

" Thank you. " Damian said and Elias nodded. Titus, now laid down over Elias's stomach.

" He is a big baby. " Elias said, nodding to the said dog.

" I know. He is like a therapy dog in this house. Everyone needs support every once in a while. And you can't keep all of the feelings in. You can always come to talk to me. " Damian said and Elias nodded. He will keep that in mind.

After some investigation, Bruce concluded that Aseel vanished. Aseel al Dawood had gone missing, but instead of a messy kidnapping, it was organized.

Aseel did this on purpose. He left his 'nephew' high and dry, completely disoriented and lost in this world. The only two stable things in his life are now gone.

Bruce looked at the clean bank accounts, a fake company and all of the fake names. This all indicated at some sort of criminal activity, but there was nothing he could conclude.

And that what worried him. He wasn't sure if Elias knew anything or not, but that's something he had to look into subtly. He couldn't explain it to Elias if he just came as Bruce Wayne or even Batman. This is something that he needed to find more evidence on.

Maybe Natalia was in a some sort of organization before? Before Elias even?

Either way, he needs to look into it more and get more evidence. He can't accuse the poor boy if he didn't do anything in regards to his mom. Children shouldn't bear the sins of their parents. He hated the narrative that children should be punished because of their parents.

Elias shouldn't carry the sins of his mother.

Bruce looked at files on the screen. He knew he had to dig deep. Wherever it took him. And Elias, whether or not he wanted it. And was something that Bruce is afraid of.

From this point on, Elias is a part of their world now, whether or not he wanted to be.

[ilovemenoverfifty]

Copybat Ch. 1

Bale!Bruce Wayne x Trans!OC

(Victoria October is a canon trans woman in the Batman comics, although I know nothing about her. My oc only shares a name and the fact she's trans) Disclaimer: I've only seen the Dark Knight Trilogy and the plot is solely based off of that and my own ideas. I hope y'all like how I captured Bruce Wayne. This is set in the time of "The Dark Knight"

Ever since reports of the Batman, the controversy, and the good he’s done for Gotham, Victoria has been full on obsessed. She’s not just any fan of his either. She’s studied his actions, methods, and ideals. Victoria understands the character of the Batman under the mask. 

There are times when the real Batman isn’t there, though, and people need him. Sure, there have been Batman copycats, but she’s going to rise above them. Victoria will be the second Batman that Gotham needs.

For days on end, she would lock herself in her home office, building her suit, 3D printing her cowl, crafting her weapons, and choosing how to present herself. Victoria doesn’t have the body of the Batman, but she can make herself look and sound masculine enough to appear as a male. Days turn into weeks until she’s finally completed the armour and costume.

Other than crafting, she’s been on autopilot, doing the bare minimum to take care of herself. She was completely focused on this project.

It was the first day back to her normal life and Victoria decided to start off strong. Before heading to work, she had worked out and she was on her way to a coffee shop. A larger man bumps into her, slamming her into a wall.

“Hey! Watch it you asshole!!” She almost screams at him, not noticing his size. Victoria’s eyes widen, noticing how much taller than her he is. She’s by no means short, but this man was almost twice her height.

“The fuck didja just call me?” He asks, punching her in the face, sending her harder into the wall and pulling her by her shirt collar. She’s frozen in fear, trying to get someone’s attention. A few people give her sympathetic looks, but no one does anything to help.

“Nothing, I’m sorry,” She squeaks. The thug stares her down for a quick second.

“Got any money on you?” Victoria nods, pulling her wallet out of her blazer pocket. She fumbles through the cash she has.

“How much?” She barely whispers.

“Just gimme the wallet and I’ll forget this happened.” He snatches the wallet from her hand, throws her back, hard, causing her to black out for a minute. When she comes to, her mind is racing a million miles a minute, unable to focus on or hear anything. She had been so confident about her fighting skills before, so why couldn’t she fight back now?

 After what seemed like hours, she heard a voice trying to get her attention.

“Are you okay?” He asks. She comes back to reality when she clearly hears a snap of two fingers. In front of her, a familiar concerned man who she couldn’t quite place in her current mental state. The two are in an alley and he’s holding her up as if he were a crutch.

“Yeah…um,” She holds her head with one hand. “I think.”

“I called an ambulance, it should be on its way.”

“No, no,” Victoria shakes her head, moving to stand up straight. Getting slammed into the wall left a nasty bruise on her shoulders and she sucks her teeth when she feels the pain. “You didn’t have to.”

“You have a concussion and need treatment.”

“I don’t have a concussion,” She insists, shaking her head. “I’m fine…”

“I need you to follow my finger with your eyes. Can you do that?” He asks, ignoring her denial. Victoria nods. “Tell me if you get a headache while doing so.” He moves his hand back and forth, and she follows it for a few seconds. Her head starts to hurt a lot, and it shows on her face. “Alright, I’ll stop. Do you remember your name?”

“Of course I remember my name,” She chuckles slightly. “It’s um…” She thinks for a minute. “Victoria… I think.”

“Alright, Victoria… Do you at least have someone you can call?”

“My boss is gonna kill me…” She groans, hardly in the right state of mind. “I need to let him know… that I won’t be in today…”

“Victoria, look at me,” He gently commands. She does so, only now realising who’s helping her.

“You’re… Bruce Wayne…” She points at him.

“That’s right,” He nods. “And I’m taking you to the hospital where you’ll get treatment for your concussion. I need you to stay awake.” Victoria is hardly listening, trying her best to stay conscious.

“You know my boss,” Her thoughts are few and far between.

“Who’s your boss? I need you to stay awake.” He asks, trying to keep her conscious, genuinely worried about her health. She gives him a blank stare for a minute.

“Lucius…Fox….I think.” Victoria’s words are slurred. 

“Alright. I’ll talk to him. The paramedics are here. They’re going to help you.” Her world is going dark as she hears the faint sound of an ambulance siren in her ears. until she blacks out again.

[clairewritesandrambles]

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