#batfleck x gn!reader

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Break In

Note 1: Requested by an anon a while back. I got inspired after waking up at 3 am and started writing. Then accidentally purged my inbox before I could copy the actual request. Note 2: This is set in the same storyline as Bruce Wayne's Sweetie (I think indirect sequel is the wording I'm looking for) Pairing: Bruce Wayne (Batfleck) x GN!Reader (referred to as Sweetie instead of y/n) Warnings: Mediocre writing skills, Bruce's anxiety over Sweetie, swearing, good ole b&e, mentions of murder, mentions of child abuse, switching POVs. I'm so sorry.

"Of fuckin' course this happens on a Monday." Sweetie swore under their breath as they drove back towards their bakery. "Just don't get pulled over, dummy."

They were almost home when they realized they'd left their cell phone and wallet in the bakery. They didn't like being late monitoring Bruce's patrols. As it was, he had already been on patrol for about an hour.

Little did Sweetie know, as they parked in their usual spot behind the bakery, that the silent alarm had been tripped.

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Bruce had just left the scene of a store hold-up turned to murder, determined to find the killers before the end of the night.

After he was securely in the Batmobile he noticed the alert that someone had tripped the silent alarm to Sweetie's bakery.

"Alfred, has Sweetie shown up yet?" He questioned, a tinge of worry in his voice. He didn't want to jump to any conclusions. Sweetie was the type of person to stop and help turtles cross the road and has come home late with a stray kitten before.

"No, sir, I haven't heard from them. But you know it's not unusual for them." Alfred's response would've almost reassured Bruce.

But after what the Joker did to Dick years ago, and after what he had seen at the convenience store tonight, Bruce couldn't shake the dread in his stomach.

He decided to track their phone, just to be safe, it was one of the things they'd agreed to shortly after he revealed that he was Batman to them. That along with a new security system that was connected directly to him and the GCPD.

Fear squeezed Bruce's heart when he saw that Sweetie's phone was still at the bakery and he immediately began racing towards the bakery. Hoping he wouldn't be too late.

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Sweetie hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary at first but when they opened the back door of the bakery, they heard a slight rustling noise further into the bakery. Grasping the stun gun Bruce had given them Sweetie moved as silently as possible towards the light switch. When they flipped the lights on, though, the sight before them nearly shattered their heart.

A child. Couldn't be older than 13. He was crouched down by the front display case, which had been pried open with the crowbar at his side next to a dim flashlight, and was wolfing down a loaf of bread that was baked just that afternoon.

Sweetie could see the all too familiar signs that they had personally experienced. Clothes that were in just good enough condition to keep authorities from being notified. A couple of bruises at various stages of healing that could easily be dismissed as normal childhood occurrences, but Sweetie knew better. He was staring at them like a deer in headlights, trying to figure out how to escape.

Pushing back tears that had surfaced along with the memories of their own shitty childhood, Sweetie broke the silence.

"You know that bread won't fill you up very well. Why don't you take a seat and I'll make you a bowl of stew?" They said in a tone that was both gentle and let the kid know that they weren't taking no for an answer.

Sweetie walked around the still-frozen kid, behind the counter. They noticed the register was untouched, as was their wallet which was sitting on the shelf below.

They remembered the silent alarm and put in the code to let the police know it was a false alarm. They then spoke with an officer on the store's phone and assuring him that they had just doubled back to retrieve their phone and wallets and forgot about the alarm.

But knew if Bruce had seen the alert, he wouldn't be satisfied until he showed up and talked with them face to face. Sweetie turned and faced the kid who'd finally stood up but still looked ready to bolt.

"Actually, why don't you join me in the kitchen. You can tell me what you do and don't like." With that said, Sweetie walked into the kitchen and breathed a silent sigh of relief at the sound of the kid reluctantly following them.

The last thing either one of them needed was for Batman to come barging in and scaring the shit out of an already terrified kid.

Sweetie made sure to position themselves between the kitchen door and the kid while they got everything together to make stew.

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Bruce found himself wishing the Batmobile to move faster or at least for the bakery to not be on the other side of Gotham. The longer it took for him to reach Sweetie, the more terrified and enraged he became. If anything happened to Sweetie, the person responsible would be given no mercy.

"Sir, it would seem that the alarm at the bakery has been classified as a false alarm." Alfred's voice interrupted Bruce's dark thoughts. As Alfred read off the officer's notes on the phone call. Bruce noted that while it did sound like something Sweetie would do, he didn't believe it to be the case.

He was still going, as far as he was concerned, Sweetie had claimed false alarm under duress.

Once he finally reached the bakery, he couldn't get inside fast enough. He didn't notice the lights were on until he busted open the back door.

He was very confused when he didn't see anyone in the main area. Especially after spotting a crowbar on the floor next to a flashlight and Sweetie's phone on the counter.

Then he heard noises coming from the kitchen and followed the sounds as quickly but quietly as he could. He didn't want to risk the perp harming Sweetie if they were a hostage.

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"When's the last time you had a proper meal, kid?" Sweetie asked casually while chopping up a carrot for the stew.

"I get free lunches at school." The kid mumbled.

Sweetie had learned that once the kid had realized they weren't going to hurt him, he had taken on a surly demeanor that almost made them laugh. They knew the kid was putting on a tough act and they knew why. Their brother was the same way.

"My dad kept a lock on the fridge that only he had the key to. During the summer my brother and I only ate peanut butter sandwiches, instant ramen, and whatever candy bars we could shoplift." Sweetie informed the kid, which seemed to get his attention. "And if he caught us with a stolen candy bar or trying to get in the fridge, he had this paddle he made at the lumber yard he worked at for a while. It had been painted blue and wrapped in blue tape. He'd made us watch as he wrote our names on it in Sharpie. My brother tried hiding it once, my dad just used a bat on him until he revealed where he hid it. Sure it was a plastic one, not a real one but still."

Sparing a glance over their shoulder at the kid, they could see the look on his face that confirmed what they already suspected.

"Do you like celery?" They asked, changing the subject for a moment. After getting his answer, Sweetie resumed making the stew.

They heard the kitchen door open and based on the gasp and scrambling noises coming from the kid's direction, they already knew who it was.

"Batman. I'm making stew." They said, looking up at their lover's masked face which was now contorted in a look of surprise and confusion. "Would you like to join me and….what's your name anyway, kid?" They asked turning towards the boy who was now standing in the far corner of the kitchen, gawping at The Dark Knight.

The boy's eyes slowly turned towards them and his jaw moved a couple of times with no sound coming out before he managed to choke out a single word.

"Jason."

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Displaced Friends

Notes: I will be getting to the smut soon but rn I'm just in the mood to hurt people's feelings lol Pairings: Bruce Wayne (Batfleck) x gn!reader (Sweetie), Sweetie x male!OC (platonic) Warnings: Mentions of past abuse, lots of swearing, character death, hurt-comfort, violence (not sure what else to put, feel free to let me know)

Joseph Backer. Born March 30th, 1950.

He had been cantankerous towards everyone, including Sweetie, in the beginning. From the moment they'd found him, camped out beside the dumpster behind the bakery, with only an old coat to protect him from the rain.

He'd brusquely shooed Sweetie away when they asked him to at least come inside to get out of the rain. But Sweetie didn't give up. They brought him a thermos of soup, the only unused tarp left from renovating the bakery, and some fresh bread.

He'd shooed them away again but had accepted everything they brought. It became a pattern for the next two weeks.

Then one evening while Sweetie was walking to their car with the bank deposit, some guys tried to mug them. Tried being the operative word, they barely managed to draw their weapons before Joseph came up behind them and knocked them both out with a piece of wood.

After that day he wasn't as ornery towards Sweetie. At their insistence, he accepted a tent they'd gotten him and started using the fire escape to stake out on the roof. He would even cave in and sleep on their couch when the weather was particularly harsh.

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With each passing day, Sweetie and Joseph grew closer and he became a friend and father figure. They bonded over similar childhoods. Both had abusive fathers. He'd surprised Sweetie with how liberal and progressive he was underneath that grumpy exterior.

Joseph's father had forced him into the Marine Corps and into Vietnam. And when he returned home, Joseph never spoke to or saw his father again. He didn't need to since his mother had died when he was 10.

He had gotten married and while his trauma had made the marriage rocky, his wife Lily had stuck by his side. For 30 years they were together. Unable to have children but they were happy to have each other. Then Lily was diagnosed with cancer. She'd gone through treatments, that seemed to do more harm than good. And in 2001, Joseph lost his wife, his house, everything.

He ended up on the streets. Until he met Sweetie, Joseph stopped caring about anyone.

He was a big man. And surprisingly strong. He would help Sweetie around the bakery, refusing to take money. Sweetie would feed him and insist on taking care of him if he wouldn't take cash.

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That first day Bruce Wayne had visited the bakery, Joseph had been in the back, lugging in bags that he refused to let Sweetie bring in themself. "That boy's gonna be trouble." He'd grumbled the second Bruce was out the door. It was a sentiment he repeated with each visit from the billionaire.

After Bruce asked Sweetie out Joseph had warned them, "He's got a reputation of being an absolute slut. Just be careful. That fucker hurts you and I'll kick the shit out of him."

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By late November, Sweetie had convinced Joseph to seek aid at the VA. They found work for him and he would have his own house at the beginning of December.

When Thanksgiving came, neither Sweetie nor Joseph celebrated the holiday. So while Bruce Wayne had to make a public appearance at a Gala or two, Sweetie and Joseph gave out free meals all day and evening. Along with supplies to those who needed anything.

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Black Friday, 2011. Joseph had been carrying some trash out of the bakery for Sweetie. When two assholes at the store next door came stumbling out of the store, fighting each other over a discounted microwave. They were so loud that Sweetie came out to investigate. Right about that time, one of the men pulled out a gun. Before he could fire on his rival though, Joseph tackled him to the ground.

There was a gunshot. Followed by a scream that Sweetie would later learn came from them. Other bystanders sprang into action then. Disarming the gunman, while Sweetie ran to Joseph.

They applied pressure to the wound while demanding someone call an ambulance. Tears streaming down their face. But Joseph was calm, in fact, he was smiling.

"I'm glad I met you, kid." He whispered to them, just as paramedics arrived.

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Sweetie had ridden in the ambulance with Joseph and had called Bruce in hysterics while in the hospital waiting room after giving their statement to police. Bruce was at their side within a few minutes. Holding them the whole time they waited on news from the surgeons.

Joseph hadn't made it, in the end.

And Sweetie had been a wreck for the next few days. They'd stayed with Bruce the whole time. Not wanting to be alone and not wanting to return to their loft.

Bruce was very supportive of Sweetie and didn't leave their side until they were certain they were okay enough to go back to work.

He made sure to check in and be ready to get to them at the drop of a hat, should they need him.

All of this was greatly appreciated and made Sweetie endeared them to Bruce all the more.

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Sweetie smiled softly to themself after hanging up the phone after Bruce's latest check-in call.

They could practically hear Joseph grumbling, "Hmph. Guess I was wrong about that one."

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Turning Point

Note 1: I got the idea for this chapter late last night and resisted the urge to work on it then because I was still fleshing it out. Also, I will be ignoring some "canon" information like the Killer Croc file, etc because I didn't care for the canon version. Faceclaim: Ethan Cutkosky as Jason Todd Pairing: Bruce Wayne x GN!Reader (Sweetie) Warnings: Violence, descriptive child abuse, alcohol abuse, drug abuse, vague reference of disturbing images on a bad guy's laptop. Sweetie as an alternative to Y/N (for those new to the series)

Jason pocketed the key the baker had given him the night before. He'd been scared out of his mind when Batman had shown up. It had been difficult to eat with Batman staring him down, expression entirely unreadable. But the baker had practically dragged the dubbed Demon of Gotham out of the kitchen.

Jason had a talent for moving without being detected. It was a skill he'd been forced to develop early on. So, quietly moving to the doorway the pair had ducked out, Jason began to listen in. They were whispering, clearly not wanting him to hear their conversation. Too late for that.

"He's a kid. I sincerely doubt he's going to kill me if I give him a place to hide out whenever he needs it." The baker had scoffed.

"You can't guarantee that, Sweetie. You don't know anything about him. He broke in. With a crowbar clearly he planned on using it on something." Batman's response made Jason cringe. He never planned on hurting anyone but he hadn't done himself any favors bringing something that could be considered a weapon.

"Pfft, yeah, on my display case! Bruce, I get that you're worried about me. And that's sweet and all. But this kid needs help!" It was at that moment that Jason realized why the baker had looked so familiar. He kicked himself for not remembering sooner. This was Bruce Wayne's newfound love.

But now he knew Bruce Wayne's secret. He took learning Batman's secret identity as his cue to slink back to his seat before his eavesdropping could be discovered. The adults had returned, seemingly unaware of the fact that Jason had overheard crucial information.

After he'd finished eating, the baker, whom he'd later learned to call Sweetie, had handed Jason a pair of keys. They'd explained the copper-colored one was to the bakery and the silver one was to their loft upstairs. They'd told him if he ever got hungry again or just needed a place to hang out for a while, he could let himself in, in a less destructive way, whenever he wanted.

Jason had been confused as to why this complete stranger was so interested in helping him. He'd expected to get hit when he'd been discovered in the bakery. And instead, they'd fed him, given him access to the bakery and their own loft, and had stood up for him to Batman.

He had just slipped out of the bakery for the second time after having been fed yet again by Sweetie and hanging around for what he assumed was long enough for his stepmother and her boyfriend to be passed out before he got home.

Boy was he wrong. As Jason slipped into the run-down apartment and began to silently make his way to his bedroom, his stepmother's boyfriend, Clay, stepped out of the kitchen, right in front of him, with a beer can in hand. Jason froze, hoping Clay wouldn't notice him. Again his hopes were dashed.

Confusion and surprise briefly flashed over Clay's face, followed immediately by anger.

"Where the fuck have you been, you little shit?!" At the man's yelling, Jason took a defensive stance, preparing for Clay's fist to come flying.

Then his stepmother, Sheila, came staggering out of the living room. "S'going on, baby?" She muttered, glazed-over eyes barely registering Jason's presence.

"Your shithead kid finally dragged his ass in! He has no respect for you or me, waiting so long before he finally shows up!" Clay snarled, stepping close enough to Jason to make the boy grimace at his foul breath.

"The fuck have you been?" Sheila demanded, glaring at Jason.

"Nowhere. I-" Jason's attempt at an excuse was interrupted by Clay's fist making contact with his browline, knocking him down to the floor. The blow made it impossible for Jason to register what Clay was yelling at him now. But he could take a guess.

Steeling himself, Jason kicked out at Clay's shin. Knocking the drunken man's leg out from under him. He attempted to scramble backward up the stairs but Clay was on top of him at a surprising speed.

Another punch, this time to his nose, and Jason silently wished it wouldn't be broken later. Followed by Clay's meaty hands wrapping around Jason's neck. Jason lashed out with both his hands and his feet, making contact on numerous occasions. But it was futile. Clay was too amped up on whatever drugs he'd taken to notice any pain now.

Jason could faintly hear Sheila screaming at Clay to let him go, not out of concern for Jason but out of worry that Clay would go to prison for killing him. Jason's vision was getting spotty and he was certain he was either going to die or at least black out and be left on the floor overnight like last time.

Then suddenly Clay's weight and hands were off of him. It became easier to breathe so Jason moved onto his hands and knees and began taking deep gasping breaths. They were a bit painful but Jason didn't care. He could barely make out the sounds of a scuffle behind him but the blood pumping in his ears drowned out most of the commotion.

Finally, once it became less of a chore to breathe and his heart rate, vision, and hearing returned to normal, Jason realized that someone had saved him. He had an inkling of who it was and the sight of his stepmother and her unconscious boyfriend bound a few feet away confirmed it. He heard the sound of laptop keys clacking in the other room. He followed the sound to the living room, where Clay kept his laptop hidden in the locked coffee table drawer.

There was Batman, typing away. Obviously looking for something to gain Clay further charges.

"How did you..." He started, wincing at the scratching in his throat. He rubbed his neck, hoping the swelling would lessen.

"Did you really think I wouldn't keep an eye on you after your little break-in last night?" Batman responded, not even bothering to look at Jason.

Jason watched him for a second, thinking how odd it was that he had the richest man in Gotham sitting on his ratty couch, using his stepmom's asshole boyfriend's laptop. The richest man in Gotham had just saved him. The richest man in Gotham had no idea that Jason knew he was Batman.

For yet another time that night, Jason was proven wrong.

"You seem to like spying on people, Jason." Batman suddenly said, again not looking away from his work on the laptop.

"Not really spying since you're in a common area of my home." If he didn't know any better, Jason could have sworn Batman chuckled at Jason's snark.

"True. But listening in on my conversation with Sweetie last night..." Bruce trailed off and Jason noted that his tone held no anger or hostility, merely amusement. Which just confused the boy even more.

Before Jason could ask or say anything else, Batman suddenly slammed the laptop closed. A sickened look on his face. Clearly, he'd seen something disturbing on Clay's laptop. Which didn't really surprise Jason. Clay would do anything for a quick buck.

Outrage soon washed over Batman's face and Jason remained rooted in place as he watched Batman storm over to Clay. Jason's eyes grew wide as Batman whipped out a red hot ring in the shape of his bat symbol and he couldn't tear his eyes away as the side of Clay's face was branded.

He only looked away when he saw blue and red lights flashing outside the window, growing closer by the second, accompanied by a chorus of sirens. When he turned back around Batman was gone.

But somehow Jason knew it wouldn't be his last encounter with Gotham's guardian.

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Bruce Wayne's Sweetie

Notes: Based on this by @ficmesideways. Reader is gender neutral in this but has hair long enough to be brushed out of their face.

Pairing(s): Batfleck x shy!GN!Reader

Warning(s): None that I can think of.

Bruce had made a second visit in one day to your bakery. This time to ask you on a date.

You were stunned and blushing especially when the billionaire reached across the counter to brush a strand of hair out of your face.

You missed the grin on his face when you stammered out your acceptance.

Bruce hadn't wanted you to be any more nervous than you'd already been so your first date was private. Away from the paparazzi.

From that first date, your relationship went not like a whirlwind but more like a steady stream.

Everything just seemed natural to the two of you.

Bruce had wanted to wait until you were comfortable to go public with your relationship. And if you never got comfortable then he would have been fine with it.

But the press caught wind that Bruce Wayne made regular visits to the up-and-coming bakery and seemed rather cozy with the owner. And they ran with that tidbit.

You woke up one morning to every form of tabloid filled with headlines like,

"Is Playboy Bruce Wayne Finally Settling Down?"

"New to Gotham Business Owner Bakes Their Way Into Bruce Wayne's Heart."

Bruce had worried about it bothering you but you seemed to handle the new found attention rather well.

He tucked you under his arm or behind him whenever the paparazzi ambushed you while out together. Always keep one hand wrapped in his.

The attention of the press never fully went away. After all he is Bruce Wayne. But the voracity of every detail into your relationship did seem to die down the longer you two were together.

Bruce knew he wanted you to live with him early on into your relationship. He felt more at ease when you stayed the night at his home anyways.

But he knew that he needed to tell you about Batman before asking you to move in.

He was surprised by how little the information fazed.

"That makes sense." Had been your exact words.

And as you broke down all the reasons how and why it made sense for him to be Batman, he was impressed by how observant you were.

Your skills of observation are appreciated greatly when he's on patrol and you're on surveillance.

(Like with Gremlin and Angel I'll be adding more parts to this as I get inspiration)