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Bruce Wayne Masterlist

Disclaimer: stories are fictitious and should not be taken literally, the behavior is entirely imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

Updated & repaired: 16/07/2023 (if a story won't load or something else, please message me and let me know)

MAIN MASTERLIST

Fluff🌺  Angst 🌩️ Smut❤️‍🔥

HEADCANONS W/ OTHER CHARACTERS:

Speak In Flowers 🌺 Flowers speak their own words and show their actions. And your man loves to speak it out loud.

Visiting Your Hometown 🌺 how would your boy act when you drag him along to your hometown

Helping You To Accept Your Stretch Marks 🌺your boy helps you accept your beautiful stretch marks as they are...pure perfection

Explaining To Your Man Kdramas🌺I (V) wrote small drabbles that paired my favorite men and dramas that I absolutely love

Dating A Tattoo Artist 🌺 being a tattoo artist and your boyfriend being part of it

When Tough Times Occur 🌺Life itself can be a pain and with its obstacles, it can seem impossible to overcome it but that’s what makes us stronger as people.

Someone Rubs You The Wrong Way With... 🌺 how would your man protect you when someone doesn’t mind your business

Having A Shower ❤️‍🔥having a shower with your man sounds like heaven right?!

One Thing He Loves About You (Physically Or Mentally)🌺 the title spoils the ending a bit

No Nut November ❤️‍🔥in the glory of No Nut November, you make a bet with your liver saying if they fail you cuff them and use them to your liking but if you lose they get to fulfil one of their fantasies. And you are keen on it to make them lose, by any means.

ASKS:

Neon Gift 🌺❤️‍🔥(Robert Pattinson! Batman) the character is really angsty emokid with eyeliner riding a motorbike and soundtrack is Nirvana, so maybe something dark and heavy and of course smutty alone time with Batman? Neon colors appreciated😍😍😍

Boots & Coat ❤️‍🔥 May I request some hot quickie in his Batcave, i believe he would enjoy if his gf surprise him in one of the gloomy days! Maybe some coat and boots with nothing underneath it or idk 👀👀

DRABBLES FROM MY 🧠

Stupid Man 🌺🌩️Bruce uses 'code 4' while encountering the Scarecrow resulting in defining the next moments that would shake up his family and his future

Library Make-Out🌺❤️‍🔥

Bittersweet Tea 🌩️(post break up theme)

Midnight Visits🌺

[alienguts]

Stay with Me (Bruce Wayne x f!Reader)

Summary: Bruce and Y/N's tentative first date gets extended when a storm floods the roads.

Warnings: Fluff, idiots with feelings who can't communicate them properly.

Request?: Not really, but I like writing this dynamic to see where the relationship goes.

A/N: I doubt anybody would ever have a problem with how fictional dogs are characterised, but I like to think that Ace and Titus are friendly pups who like people.

1 - Picking up the Pieces | 2 - Kintsugi | 3 - Stay with Me |

Earlier in the week, Bruce had asked Y/N to come over for dinner. Neither of them had said the word ‘date’, but it was certainly treated like one.

The plan was originally for the two of them to order pizza and eat it in front of the TV while Y/N showed Bruce all the movies that he’d missed out on over the years, but the rest of the Wayne household had other ideas.

As soon as she’d pressed the doorbell,the front door was flung open to reveal Damian suited up for patrol, his brothers crowding the doorway around him. The small boy tried to keep his composure as his much taller brothers tried to push past him, eager to finally see Y/N after missing her for so long.

“Boys, you have to let Y/N come in,” Bruce’s voice came from behind the wall of geared up heroes.

“We just wanted to say hi to her before we go,” Dick said as he stepped away from the door first.

“Before you go?” Y/N asked in surprise. “Where are you going?”

“Bruce put us on patrol so he can stay here for your date,” Tim said and tried to yank Damian away from her side.

Y/N looked at Bruce and saw his face turn pink in embarrassment.

“It’s not a date,” Bruce said quickly. “We’re just having dinner, that’s all.”

“Sounds like a date to me,” Jason said drily before slinking off into the manor, Tim and Dick following behind him after waving to Y/N.

Just as she was about to step inside the manor, Y/N felt a tap on her side. She turned her attention back to Damian, who had yet to follow the others.

“It was nice to see you, Y/N,” he said before heading down to the Cave.

“When did he get so nice?” Y/N asked once Damian was completely out of earshot. “No offence.”

“None taken,” Bruce said as he closed the front door behind her. “We all know how Damian can be. He must have missed you.”

When the cool evening air was shut out, the smell of food trailing in from the kitchen got stronger. The unmistakable smell of toasted bread and melted cheese filled Y/N’s senses and made her mouth water.

“You already ordered without me?” she asked as they made their way towards the kitchen.

“Not exactly,” Bruce said sheepishly.

A large cheese pizza sat in the middle of the kitchen island, steam rising from its surface. The counter against the wall was dusted with flour and an empty bowl of red sauce was ready to go into the dishwasher.

“Ah, so nice to see you Ms Y/N!” Alfred said as he appeared from behind the refrigerator door.

“Alfred made it for us,” Bruce said.

“Hope you don’t mind,” Alfred said with a warm smile. “We haven’t seen you in such a long time, I thought I would make something special.”

“I don’t mind at all,” Y/N said and took a seat at the counter. “Your cooking is just as good as ordering takeout.”

“You’re too kind, Ms Y/N.” Alfred took off the apron he was wearing and hung it up on a hook on a wall before making his way back to the foyer. “Enjoy your evening.”

Once Alfred had gone, Y/N turned to face Bruce who was now the colour of a tomato. She had to stop herself from laughing as he buried his face in his hands and groaned.

“Sorry about all of that,” he said as he took a seat next to her. “When I told them you were coming over, they all acted like it was Christmas.”

“I don’t mind,” Y/N said and took the pizza cutter that Alfred had left on the counter. “I like seeing your family.”

“Obviously they like seeing you too.” He watched as she cut two slices and passed one to him. “Wait, let me get some silverware.”

Y/N laughed before taking a bite of her slice.

“You’ve never changed, Bruce,” she said around the bite of hot pizza. “Just eat it with your hands!”

“Old habits die hard, huh?”

Although Y/N hadn’t expected the night to go wrong, it went a lot better than she’d expected. Since Bruce had sent the boys out on patrol duty and Alfred was keeping track of the comms, there were no distractions other than Ace and Titus sniffing around and wanting to be cuddled.

While Titus was more wary of Y/N, having been trained by Damian to be on watch, Ace was more than happy to shove his snout under her arm and wedge himself between her and Bruce. Despite being a German Shepherd, he seemed to want to be a lap dog.

The night was spent in front of the seldom-used television in the living room, Y/N showing Bruce her favourite movies and shows that he’d missed out on. And that turned out to be almost every movie and show ever made.

“Bruce, how can you have a subscription to every single streaming service and have not even seen The Simpsons?” she’d asked at one point.

“I don’t exactly have the time to be sitting around watching cartoons, Y/N,” he said with a laugh.

“Well, fighting crime and running a company and attending charity events doesn’t allow for a lot of leisure time.”

By 10pm, Y/N decided that it was time for her to head back home. She still had the weekend ahead of her but she didn’t really want to spend the last part of her night stuck in traffic.

There was just one problem: it had started raining. Heavily.

Y/N had never seen so much rain before. As a native Gothamite, she knew how extreme the weather could be at times, especially during the colder months. But this was torrential.

Thankfully, Wayne Manor was on higher ground and away from any likely flooding but the same couldn’t be said for her apartment on the Lower East Side. She watched the rain from the safety of the living room, worrying about how she would get home, or whether she could get home at all.

“It’s really coming down out there, huh?” Bruce said from behind her, snapping her out of her head.

“Yeah,” she said, her breath fogging up the window. “God, I hope the roads are okay.”

“You could always spend the night here,” he said casually. Maybe a little too casually.

“What?” Y/N asked as she turned around in surprise.

“I can get Alfred to make up the guest room for you. I didn’t mean, spend the night.”

“Oh,” Y/N breathed in relief. 

They hadn’t made anything official yet, weren’t even calling the date a ‘date’, so why had her mind immediately jumped to that?

“But I don’t have anything to change into, or my toothbrush,” Y/N said quickly, trying to make the air a little less awkward.

“That’s no problem, I can get you some clothes and I’m sure we’ve got a spare toothbrush or two.”

“Are you sure?” Y/N asked as she moved away from the window. “I don’t want to intrude or anything.”

“Y/N,” Bruce said and rested his hands on her shoulders. “You’re family to us. You’re not intruding and I’m sure the boys will love you to stay over.”

Her heart warmed at hearing him speak so earnestly. She’d never been able to explain why she’d never felt comfortable in the manor when Selina was around, but it was all down to her own insecurities and jealousy. She hated to admit it to herself, but she hated being around them when they were a couple and she felt like she’d been cast aside, whether or not that was the case.

She didn’t care that it was selfish to think that Selina being out of the picture gave her her best friend back, but it was like he was finally seeing her again after years of being invisible. Like Bruce wanted her to be in his life again and wanted her to know that.

She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, her head resting on his chest as she listened to his heart pick up its pace.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

Bruce returned her hug and rested his cheek on the top of her head, crouching down slightly so he could reach her.

“You’re always welcome here,” he said. “I can’t speak for everyone else, but I think the atmosphere would be better around here with you.”

Y/N lifted her head from his chest, about to step away, when he gently pulled her onto her toes and captured her lips with his own. She startled slightly at first before letting him guide her, moving her hands from his chest to loop loosely around his neck, the hair at the nape of his neck just brushing her fingers. Their lips moved together softly, chaste enough to not escalate the situation but just passionate enough to feel it.

Once again, it was over too soon for Y/N’s liking. Bruce pulled away and briefly rested his forehead against hers before standing up straight again. He reluctantly released her from his hold and took her hand to lead her upstairs.

“C’mon, we’d better find you something to wear.”

When Bruce had said that he’d find something for Y/N to wear to bed, she didn’t expect him to give her his clothes. The look on her face when he’d handed them to her must have said something.

“I didn’t want to look through the boys’ clothes so I just got something out of my closet,” he said. “I hope that’s okay.”

“It’s okay,” Y/N said and took them before opening the door for the guest bedroom.

Bruce, naturally, was still wide awake and was going to join Alfred in the Cave but stayed up to help him make up the guest room and wish Y/N goodnight. Usually when she stayed over at a friend's house, she expected to sleep on their couch, not in a lavish guest room. But, then again, most people weren’t best friends with a billionaire.

“I had a really good night,” Y/N said as she lingered in the doorway . “We should have another night like this.”

“We should,” Bruce said with a warm smile. “I think the boys will be happy about that too. They were always asking when the next time you were coming over was.”

“Well, hopefully you can tell them that I’ll see them more often.”

“Don’t be surprised if they almost knock the door down tomorrow morning.”

They were quiet for a moment, neither of them wanting the night to end, but tiredness taking over Y/N’s body. She tried her best to stifle a yawn but only made herself look more tired.

“I’ll let you get some sleep,” Bruce said before stroking the side of her face with the back of his fingers and leaning down to kiss her forehead.

“Good night, Bruce,” Y/N said before reluctantly slinking into the bedroom.

As soon as the door softly clicked shut, Y/N inhaled deeply and slowly let her breath out. The night had felt like a dream and she couldn’t help but feel like she was going to wake up and find out that it had never happened. But the bundle of clothes in her arms told her differently.

She crossed the room to the bed and set the clothes down on it before undressing. Her own clothes felt scratchy and cheap in comparison to Bruce’s. He always told her that designer clothes weren’t important to him, but the quality of them clearly did. She pulled the plain grey t-shirt over her head and donned the sweatpants and sighed when the soft cotton brushed against her skin.

If she closed her eyes, it felt like Bruce was still with her, his strong arms circling her body and the scent of his cologne filling her senses. The clothes were far too big for her, but that didn’t stop her from feeling completely at ease.

Things were still moving slowly for the two of them; Bruce was still recovering from heartbreak, after all. But a slow pace was better than nothing. Y/N didn’t want to completely ruin everything by coming across too strong, but she wished Bruce was really there to sleep next to her.

Wearing his clothes would have to do for now.

As she drifted off to sleep, her mind conjured up the feeling of him holding her in his arms, stroking her hair, an echo of his heartbeat in her ear. Hopefully the next step in their relationship would come sooner rather than later, but she was willing to wait for him.

Even if that took forever.

[dorkofclanlavellan]

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.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

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.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

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.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

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.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

"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."

[redroomwidows]

people we need more Batfleck x reader, get to work

[loppsided]

request guidelines! read!

keep in mind im a newbie writer, doing this mostly for fun so if your expecting anything great, this probably isnt the blog for you.

notes: most of my fics will be black!afab reader but no pronouns or race in fics you request are fine!

check out my masterlist for characters you can request!

what i will write:

fluff

angst

hurt/comfort

age gap

what i wont write:

incest

hard kinks (somno, cnc, non/dub con,)

smut

character guidelines:

for tony stark, only platonic relationships

[multiversalfandomwriter222]

ANOTHER LIST

Since I'm also a huge comic nerd, I've decided to give y'all one list of all Marvel and DC characters you can also request! If y'all want too!

Bruce Wayne

Tony Stark

Clark Kent

Frank Castle

Jason Todd

Natasha Romanoff

Diana Prince

Barry Allen

Bucky Barnes

Kate Bishop

Rachel Roth

Wanda Maximoff

James Howlett

Oliver Prince

Koriand'r

Dick Grayson

Red Robin

Superboy

T'Challa

Killmonger

Sam Wilson

Peter Parker(Any of the three)

Shuri Udaku

M'Baku

Captain Marvel

Aquaman

Wally West

Martian Manhunter

Damian Wayne (AGED UP)

Joker

Bane

Harvey Dent

Jeremiah Valeska

Jerome Valeska

Penguin

The Riddler

Lex Luthor

[watchtowerindistress]

we are not our demons (6/24) - bruce wayne x batmom

Author’s note: For Vicki Vale's character, I used the comic version of her who has red hair. I was a bit reluctant about using her as a character because I don't really like her and how she was depicted in Batman (1989), lol. But I needed a Gothamite reporter who was a bit more familiar. [Read more at the end.]

Beta-read by Heidi and gnomewithalaptop

Warning: language

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Hurts like heaven, lost in the sound

Buzzcut season like you’re still around

Can’t unmiss you and I need you now

-i’m so tired… by Lauv & Troye Sivan-

“I’m sorry, Miss Vale, but my private life is called private for a reason.”

A jolt ran through her body when Bruce’s distinctive voice filled the other room. It felt like hearing a ghost. Ellie’s heart jumped wildly in her chest from the unexpected noise. Almost absentmindedly, her eyes caught the brown liquid she had spilled on the table.

She hissed under her breath when the heat stung her fingertips. “Damn it.” Ellie placed the cup of coffee back on the hard surface and shook her hand to get rid of the twinging ache before taking the mug in the hand still intact.

The warmth of the morning brew gave off a distracting sensation on the palms of her hands. Clasping the cup safely in her hands, she slowly padded on naked feet into the living-room, with her wet hair falling in tendrils to her shoulders from her morning shower.

Feeling her towel droop from her chest, Ellie anxiously readjusted the fabric covering her up before fixating her stare on the screen.

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. It seemed that Bruce finally succumbed and delivered the first video proof that he was indeed alive by agreeing to a TV interview.

Vicki Vale tilted her head curiously. Her long, straight ginger hair fell over her shoulder. “Of course. That’s perfectly understandable, Bruce—may I call you Bruce?”

Narrowing his eyes by an inch, Bruce’s whole aura changed as his body stilled. His whole demeanor felt so surreal to Ellie. Displaying the typical smirk usually reserved for the media, Bruce curved his lips, blinking slowly.

“Mr. Wayne is fine, Miss Vale.”

Vicki’s body shook with amused chuckles, not seeming to take offense to this declaration. Her blue eyes wandered to her notepad.

“Anyway,” Vicki’s eyes sparked with mischief, “Mr. Wayne, would you care to reveal if there are any new upcoming projects Wayne Enterprises is pursuing? Or even some joint venture with another company? I seem to remember your firm’s successful endeavor with Booster Gold International in the past.”

Bruce’s hands stretched on his lap before he folded them together. Ellie nibbled on her lower lip as soon as his dexterous fingers caught her eye. She felt the heat rise in her body from the memories hitting her all at once.

How his calloused hands had slid over her hips in his quest to explore her body. Ellie’s fingers brushed over her overheated neck when his knuckles came into view and how he used those strong digits to lightly thwack her⎼

“That’s true.”

Ellie swallowed thickly when Bruce’s voice yanked her out of her carnal musings.

“Booster Gold and I both share our interests in creating technology to improve our society.” A one-sided smirk tugged on his lips. “But I’m sorry to disappoint—the answer is no. Trust me, I know how much the people of Gotham love those partner projects. At the moment, I am working on a secret undertaking—more of a passion project—which will hopefully offer support to a lot of people. It’s not that news-worthy, to be honest.”

Vicki smiled, despite the vague news Bruce just delivered. “Well, I, for one, can’t wait to find out what you have planned. Now, onto the next question: did you have the chance to see Oliver Queen’s latest interview?”

Bruce raised an eyebrow in amusement. “No. I hate to admit it, but I do not follow every billionaire, in spite of everyone seeming to think we’re all best friends.”

The redhead pursed her lips as she tried to wrap her head around that tidbit of information. “Wait, you’re saying that you aren’t aware of what he told the press this morning?”

Bruce narrowed his eyes suspiciously, letting his hand rub his mouth. “Something tells me I’m not going to like it, whatever it is,” he grumbled with his gravelly voice. Ellie took a swig of coffee to quench her sudden thirst.

Vicki’s eyes sharpened as she focused on something just out of frame behind the camera. “Joey, can we roll that clip?” She twirled a finger in the air and an unfamiliar video footage filled the entire screen.

Ellie folded her arms, tilting her head with a knitted brow.

The words ‘Oliver Queen breaks silence’ and ‘For the third time in six years, Oliver Queen has been accused of being a vigilante’ were highlighted on the lower half of the display.

There was something about the concept of billionaires that would remain an unreachable enigma. Just like Bruce.

Ellie could detect the emblem of the news station 'Gotham City News' in the right corner of the screen while Oliver remained the main focus. The high quality of the video revealed Oliver holding the organized press statement in some conference room.

Queen’s vaguely familiar scruffy face met the reporters head-on.

“Okay, first things first: I’m not the Green Arrow,” Queen said, leaning forward against the podium which held several microphones, effectively cutting off the onslaught of questions from all sides.

Queen offered his infamous playboy smile. Despite the onslaught of cameras flashing, Oliver’s expression remained composed, added with the suit and tie being perfectly in place.

“Number two: photos can be doctored. They could’ve put anyone’s head on that body. Like…” The foyer of his company filled with a sudden silence as he paused, the reporters all round him waiting expectantly, before—“Bruce Wayne. Has Bruce Wayne left Gotham to hang out in Star City recently?” His blue-eyed gaze turned to a few reporters on his left.

“No, he hasn’t. Not to mention, that concept of being accused as a vigilante is just ridiculous to me. I mean, you wouldn’t ask Bruce Wayne if he’s Batman, right?”

Ellie’s mouth opened in shock and felt her hand tense near her head. Oliver Queen totally just did that. Her mind was still reeling from what she had just witnessed. Judging by Oliver’s vehement denial and insistence to condemn Bruce, Ellie was convinced that the businessman was in fact the Green Arrow. Who… apparently knew Batman’s identity.

And he’d just unveiled him to the world.

“Oh shit,” Ellie whispered quietly to herself.

Did they feel some sort of loathing for each other? Why did Oliver just decide to name-drop him out of the blue?

They cut back to Bruce and Vicki, with the camera focusing on the man’s reaction. Any other person might have missed it, but Ellie could have sworn Bruce’s eyes darkened.

Then his public persona took over and he was all smirks and charm again. “Are you asking if I’m Batman?” An amused smile made his lips quirk.

With a few chuckles leaving her lips, Vicki shook her head. “No, of course not. Just wondering why Mr. Queen chose to use your name as an example.” Her eyes sparkled, but there was something cold hidden underneath those perfect lashes.

“Miss Vale, I have stopped trying to understand why Oliver Queen does anything since he tried to make a Viking funeral out of my bed back in boarding school. Don’t presume there’s any bad blood between Ollie and me. Ollie’s just Ollie. Still, it doesn’t change the fact that he changed the subject quite admirably.”

Bruce would be really amazing at poker, Ellie thought, as he sent a bemused smirk at Vicki without revealing his true feelings. “And no, I’m not Batman, Miss Vale,” he said, looking directly into the camera.

Ellie blew the air through her mouth and rubbed her hands on her yoga pants. For their get-together, she’d chosen to wear simple, casual clothes, including a soft burgundy long-sleeve t-shirt to complete the impression of a serene night. Her fingers hovered over her face as a reflex before she remembered she wasn’t wearing her glasses. No matter, her fidgety nature couldn’t be helped now.

With slow steps, she inched closer to the door, feeling her heart beat wildly in her chest, before looking through the peephole.

Just as she had expected, the hazel-brown eyes of Bruce roamed the hallway, giving her the opportunity to watch his side profile. His hair had a few more gray strands at the sides and was slightly tousled, giving him a casual look. Not to mention he was wearing a black Henley and jeans and not his usual business look.

“You want to let me in, or not?”

His teasing words breached the closed door and shook her out of her stupor. Ellie cleared her throat. “Yes, sure. Wait a second.”

She struggled with her lock at the door jamb until she could finally wrestle the door open. Seeing him again after all this time unsettled her. Ellie knew that it was just yesterday when she encountered him, yet it still felt like ages ago. Like seeing him for the first time and getting the breath knocked out of her chest all over again, just from him standing so close to her.

Ellie opened the door further, leaning against the hard edge.

“Hey,” Bruce whispered as he slightly ducked his head. He gazed into her eyes through his eyelashes before stepping into her apartment.

Ellie was glancing over her shoulder at him after he entered her home. “Hey, Bruce,” she breathed. The door slid shut behind her.

He in turn had his hands in his pockets as he assessed his surroundings.

Ellie snorted, prompting him to turn in surprise. “There’s a fire escape, just so you know,” she said, “just in case, this conversation is enticing you to jump out the window after all.”

Bruce chuckled with her before his gaze flicked toward the exit. “Good to know.”

“Oh!” Ellie stuck her finger in the air when she remembered and rushed into the kitchen.

“What’s wrong?” Bruce called from the living room.

“It’s nothing. I just made something to eat,” Ellie said with a raised voice, hoping that her words would reach him while filling the thick risotto in two bowls.

“You didn’t have to. You could have told me, and I would have taken a wine bottle from the cellar.”

Ellie chuckled low, carrying the food into the living room. “Oh please, and risk Alfred’s disgruntled mutterings about taking all the vintage tastes away?”

Bruce tilted his head with narrowed eyes. “That’s a really uncanny impersonation.”

“Thank you. Besides,” Ellie strode back into the kitchen and came back with two glasses and a red wine bottle. “I got wine,” she said, waving the empty glasses with a flourish.

“Well, you’re definitely prepared,” Bruce mentioned with a rumbling noise, taking notice of the already opened bottle.

Ellie glanced at everything through Bruce’s eyes and pursed her lips with heat blossoming in her cheeks. A self-deprecating chuckle left her lips as she explained, “I swear, I’m not trying to get you drunk. I just thought…” Ellie helplessly shrugged her shoulders, but her worries were soon appeased when Bruce’s warm hand lingered on her arm soothingly.

“It’s okay. I get it.”

Ellie cleared her throat. “Take a seat,” she said, taking one herself and waving a hand towards the couch cushion beside her.

He did just that, stapling his hands in front of himself while he leaned forward with his upper body.

“Let me.” Bruce took the bottle and poured the Pinot Noir into two glasses. “So, what did you make?”

“Mushroom Risotto.”

Bruce raised his eyebrows, his wine glass ceasing near his lips before he took a sip. “That’s not a small snack you just prepare.”

Ellie shrugged. “What can I say? I wanted to try it out sometime.” She offered Bruce a spoon while taking a bite of her own.

Ellie used the opportunity to let the taste distract her from this loaded energy and how close Bruce was sitting next to her. His heat felt invigorating to her senses and made her mind feel all hazy simultaneously. Ellie’s skin was on fire from their sheer proximity, and she could only wiggle in her seat.

After humming to himself, Bruce nodded. “It’s pretty good.”

“Thanks. I stuck to the recipe. You know, for someone who lets his butler prepare all of his meals, you have a lot more cooking insight than I would’ve expected. It’s astounding.”

Bruce arched an ironic eyebrow. “Not all of my meals,” he protested. “Besides, when you grow up rich and under Alfred’s guidance, you tend to pick up a few things along the way.”

Ellie felt herself chuckle at his confession. At least Bruce could admit the rich privilege and make jokes about it. It almost felt normal again, to be with him. Like the old days. Then Bruce’s eyes darkened, the smile fading from his lips.

Ellie leaned forward and touched his upper thigh in comfort. Knitting her eyebrows together, she felt a spark of concern when she asked, “What’s wrong, Bruce?” She took a sip of her wine.

His hazel-brown eyes met his lap and a fond smile played on his lips. Like a distant memory. “It was actually my mother who taught me that,” he said gruffly.

“You never talk about them.” Ellie’s words sounded pointless to even utter out loud. And almost unnecessary to state who ‘them’ were. After glancing down, a jolt raced through her body and Ellie reminded herself to let go, and she brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear instead.

Bruce folded his hands tightly. “I rarely think about them,” he said. His upper body slumped forward until a wayward curl fell into his forehead.

That single strand did things to her, rendering her immobile. Her fingers tingled with the compulsion to stroke it back, press her lips against that brow-creased forehead—she cut herself off, letting her hair fall like a curtain over her eyes. Taking away his allure from her sight all at once.

A barely visible smile hid in the corners of his mouth. “I can’t believe I’d nearly forgotten that memory.”

Curiosity etched itself into her features as she leaned forward on the couch. She whispered her next words carefully, afraid of breaking their fragile connection. “What do you remember?”

“I barely remember anything about her.” Deep aching longing echoed from that statement. “It’s funny how that was one of the few memories I still have of her. Mom just showed me how to do the perfect Eggs Benedict. I mean, I doubt I was much help, but…”

Surprised chuckles left Ellie’s mouth. “I’m sure she still appreciated your interest in learning something new.”

Bruce’s lips twisted into a wry smile. “Nah, during that time, my interests lay firmly with researching the Wayne family history.”

Her eyebrows arched at this small reveal of Bruce as a kid. “How come I’m not surprised by that? Who knew that you were a little geek even then?”

Bruce sent her a blank expression with the tilt of his head. “Says you.”

“Hey, easy there, buster!” She pointed at Bruce in faux accusation, her other three fingers still gripping the stem of her wine glass. “I meant it as a compliment.”

A playful smile spread across his lips before he took a hearty gulp of his drink. Ellie couldn’t help but keep her gaze fixed on the bobbing of his Adam’s apple. Like it was some sort of fascinating display of masculinity she just couldn’t ignore.

His eyes wandered to her right hand, and Ellie’s muscles tightened in her stomach when she noticed the purple bruises around her wrist.

An unspoken question shone in Bruce’s eyes which prompted Ellie to soothe his worries before he decided to get all growly on her. “Oh, that’s nothing. You don’t have to worry about me, Bruce.”

His eyes darkened and, sure enough, when he next spoke, Bruce’s voice was almost an octave lower. “Did someone hurt you?”

Of course, he would make that assumption—with those finger-shaped contusions. “Bruce. Look at me. Listen to my words. I’m fine. No one jumped me in an alley or anything. So, you can drop any additional threats you have that may or may not be aimed towards the criminals of Gotham.”

Bruce pursed his lips like he was still not satisfied with her answer but dropped it. “Okay, fine.”

“So… uh,” Ellie bit on her lower lip, “are we going to address the bat-shaped elephant in the room?” There was a part of her that just couldn’t stand this small-talk and beating around the bush any longer. Needing something for her hands to do, she lifted the wine glass to her mouth.

The sudden reminder of Bruce’s reason for being here hit them out of nowhere. He clenched his jaw and tightened his hands into fists on his knees. Now that he was here, Ellie had no idea how to start. Prior to their second reunion, she hadn’t been able to help but let possible conversation scenarios ring through her head.

Despite the resigned expression on Bruce’s face, he answered, “And here I was hoping we could avoid that for a few more minutes. I’m sorry about what happened. That I lied to you.”

The glass lingered at Ellie’s lips. If she was being honest with herself, she hadn’t expected an actual apology from him. If anything, Bruce didn’t seem the kind of guy who would ever utter the words ‘I’m sorry’ to anyone.

“Wow,” she said. “That’s—I didn’t actually think you were going to apologize.” Ellie shook her head, Strange’s face, Bruce’s face, half hidden by shadows and Damian’s pain, flashing across her mind in a sequence. “It’s not your fault for what happened. I just never wanted Damian to get hurt.”

A perplexed expression crossed his face and Bruce snorted. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you have a soft spot for him.”

Ellie turned towards him as a curious sensation grew inside her. “How’s he been?”

Bruce arched his eyebrows with uncertainty and exhaled a heavy breath. “Damian’s been like… Damian. Maybe a bit more impatient than usual.”

“Listen, I understand why you didn’t tell me. But I want you to know that I would never reveal your secret to anyone. You wanted to be certain you could trust me. Maybe I was more hurt that you didn’t.”

Bruce pinched his brows. “I never wanted you to feel that way. Believe me, it wasn’t like that. I was afraid of how you would react.” A bittersweet smile played on his lips. “I’d like to believe I would’ve confided in you eventually.”

Bruce rubbed his fingers together when another thought crossed his mind. “Or you might have discovered the Batcave all on your own, and I’d have found myself explaining everything myself later on.”

Ellie rolled her eyes. “Why? Is security that lax at your place?”

He groaned, rubbing a hand down his face. “No, Alfred would’ve just shown you the entrance.”

Ellie tilted her head to one side. “Well, he kind of did, so…”

“So.” Bruce paused. “Everything okay between us?”

Slowly nodding her head, Ellie decided she felt too tired to continue holding a grudge. Her body could only contain so much bitterness. With a small smile on her face she assured him, “We’re good. So, I don’t know how to phrase this because I don’t know if I have the right to even ask, but…”

His eyebrows pinched with confusion. Perhaps a part of him was concerned she would ask him to stop this vigilante business.

As if Ellie would ever harbor such thoughts.

“What do you want to know?”

Ellie’s mouth opened before she finally uttered out loud the second reason for Bruce’s presence.

“I was wondering if it’d be okay to come over from time to time. For the boys. I know I sort of forfeited those privileges when I broke up with you, but—”

“Of course.”

A long breath whooshed out of her like a deflated balloon at Bruce’s rapid-fire response. “Really?” Ellie cocked her head to the side in surprise, her eyes widening involuntarily as the relief really hit her.

“I just don’t want to waste any more time being away from them. I miss those guys. I know it’s a weird thing to ask for.”

Bruce let out a deep chuckle. “It’s only weird that you’d willingly want to spend time with Damian.”

“You keep on complaining about your own flesh and blood, but my instinct tells me that a small part of you at least likes your son. You’re more similar than you know.”

One corner of Bruce’s lips twitched in humor. He lifted his hand in the air and pressed his thumb and index finger close together without them brushing. “Well. Maybe a very small part.”

Ellie shook her head and found herself gazing at Bruce’s sparkling eyes. Electricity danced between them and heated her up even though her body felt like it was already burning up. Chills raced up and down her arms despite the comfortable warmth in her apartment.

A vibrating sound coming from the front pocket of his pants jolted her from her thoughts and made her lean back against the couch cushions.

“Dammit. Just a second,” Bruce grunted as he pulled his phone out of his trousers.

Ellie felt the sensation of the leather couch at her neck and just waved a hand to give him the chance to pick up the call. Her lazy hand brought the glass of wine to her mouth and let the smooth and sweet liquid sink to her stomach like warm molasses.

Bruce’s long legs were next to her when he stood up and took a short glance at the display. “What now?” He muttered to himself with an annoyed voice.

He held his phone to his ear after accepting the call. “Something the matter, Queen?” he muttered sardonically. Bruce comically narrowed his eyes, his lips pursing.

Despite the low speaker function, a low angry voice filled the living room. “What do you mean by ‘what’s the matter’? How about you and your little stunt this morning, that’s what?”

Bruce’s furrowed brow revealed the agitation he was feeling. “Huh, that’s fascinating. Since you basically insinuated that I was Batman to the world!”

“Jesus, I only changed the subject by implying it.”

“Uh-huh, I merely sent you back the courtesy you had given me. Especially when you didn’t even give me a heads-up. You blindsided me with your little stunt. If you’d just told me, my PR team could have given it their own spin. But this?”

“I couldn’t control that the pictures got leaked the night before. God, you just had to make everything worse with your interview, didn’t you?”

Bruce turned around until he was facing Ellie again. For her sake, he rolled his eyes. “Well, I’m so sorry, Queen. Was it my fault that you got caught on fucking camera while wearing your Robin Hood costume? No, I don’t think so. To be honest, I can’t recall ever being implied to be the Batman or even to have incriminating footage against me. Makes me believe you’re doing something wrong in Star City. Being accused three times? That’s harsh.”

Oliver’s guttural voice increased in volume. “I can’t believe you. You undid everything I tried to save in one press statement.”

“You’re welcome,” Bruce muttered before hanging up.

A teasing smile played on Ellie’s lips, and she could totally understand the source of Bruce’s anger.

Bruce tilted his head, a tired expression taking over his face. “I swear, that guy…”

Ellie arched a daring eyebrow. “Did you just out Oliver Queen in front of me?”

Bruce rolled his eyes. “Oh please, Rhodes, give me some credit. You’ve known his alter ego since this morning. Queen wasn’t even subtle about it.”

Tagging: @mellowstatesmanhandsempath @ravenmoore14 @alwayshave-faith @ikranfuad @daydreaming-gemini @bluegalaxyprime @liadamerondjarin @steph21369 @andrewswifes-blog​

A/N: I had to add more details to that Arrow scene from Season 6 (when I was still watching that show before I couldn't take it and thankfully didn't see that series getting worse) to make it more obvious that Oliver totally insinuated Bruce was Batman, lol.

[supercap2319]

Y/N came into Dick's room, finding him sitting at his desk as he looked up from some documents that he was reading. "Okay not trying to alarm you, but if you happen to see the Gotham Daily tonight, I'm on it." Y/N said.

Dick narrowed his eyes. "Why would you be on the Gotham Daily?"

Y/N blushed and rubbed his neck. "The news choppers may or may not have caught Bruce and me fucking. He was on patrol when he got kinda hot. I offered to help him out and he fucked me in his bat costume.'

He glanced at Dick, who, looked confused, grossed out, and pissed all one go. "You really are the slut of the Bat family."

[batmanlovesnirvana]

— The Waynes like the American royals or the Kennedys…

[ Matt Reeves, director of The Batman, spoke about his opinion on Thomas and Martha Wayne. The director revealed that his version of the Waynes was inspired by British or American royalty such as the Kennedy family. ] via KCRW

KCRW: So many of the movie iterations of Batman going back to Tim Burton’s are about how Bruce Wayne is basically a part that he plays. And the Bruce Wayne that we see in "The Batman" is somebody who doesn't have that kind of equipment, who isn't shaped in that way, who doesn't find this kind of release in pretending to be something that he isn't. Both of his lives bleed into his alter ego and his more public iteration.

REEVES : “One of the things that was interesting to me was to focus on not an origin tale because we'd seen Burton had done that so well, and Nolan did it so well. I wanted to do an early years “Batman” and Bruce Wayne. And it was important to me that while it wasn't an origin story, he was, in the early years of what he was doing, and was still trying to make sense of himself, was still a young man trying to put himself together and find a way to function. This idea of not yet understanding even the asset that being Bruce Wayne could be, the way that other iterations of the character have where they realize, oh, I can be Bruce Wayne, and that can be another kind of mask. He's just not together enough yet to even understand how valuable that's gonna be.

I was interested in the idea that Bruce was at a stage where he couldn't bear the weight of the history of being part of the Waynes. I thought it might be a bit like a member of the Kennedy family like the American royals, or what a British royal would be like in the wake of a tragedy and how a lens has been put on you because of a family tragedy that you couldn't have never escape. And so his response would be to want to withdraw from all of this and not understand that in the mission that he was trying to do to try to make sense of his life, he might be able to use what had happened to him as a kind of mask, which could be useful to him.

This whole movie is about him coming into being. It's not about him mastering himself. Of course, it's a fantastical notion that you could master yourself. I mean, nobody masters themselves. What was really interesting was seeing somebody who was trying to master himself, but had a tremendous amount of what he was doing that he didn't yet even have awareness of. He wasn't aware of his motivations. And I was thinking about the idea of masks and sort of Jungian psychology and him being driven by his shadow side. That whole idea that in Jungian psychology, you're supposed to make yourself aware of those shadow impulses so that you're able to incorporate them into your life. I like the idea of him being at this stage in his life, where he really wasn't seeing that, and he didn't understand everything that was driving him because he was in a kind of emotional freefall. ”

[punkiebuttons]

How the different actors play Bruce Wayne

Balebat: Dilf

Batfleck: Daddy

Battinson: Baby boy

[acourtofidiots]

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

note: two days (7 & 21) are dark fics. please read the warnings before proceeding

all of these are NSFW, for people over the age of 18 (minors/underage folks, please DNI)

updates will be slow. please be patient with me 🩵

Rhysand [ACOTAR]: Breeding & Creampie

The Darkling [S&B]: Voyeurism & glory hole

Donna Troy [DC]: Object insertion & edging

Wally West [DC]: Sex pollen & mutual masturbation

Void!Stiles [TW]: Knifeplay & bloodplay

Jason Todd [DC]: Toys & Bondage

Stiles/Derek [TW]: Size kink & dubious consent *dark fic*

Conner Kent [DC]: Body worship & biting

Dick Grayson [DC]: Ritual sex & daddy kink

Derek [TW]: Roleplay & collars/leashes

Void!Stiles [TW]: Fucking machines & edging

Dick Grayson [DC]: Size difference & choking

Dick Grayson & Jason Todd [DC]: Threesome & dirty talk

Dick Grayson [DC]: Face fucking & degradation

Roy Harper & Jason Todd [DC]: Window/balcony sex & daddy kink

Jason Todd [DC]: Mirrorrs & formal wear

Birthday choice: Azriel [ACOTAR]

Derek [TW]: Outdoors & dacryphilia

Feyre [ACOTAR]: Begging & oral sex

Dick Grayson [DC]: Bondage & orgasm delay/denial

Jason Todd [DC]: Gunplay & dubious consent *dark fic*

Jason Todd [DC}: Public/semi-public sex & phone sex

Tim Drake [DC]: Clothes on & lap dance

Batfleck [DC]: Hair pulling & biting

Dick Grayson [DC]: Daddy kink & cockwarming

Batfleck [DC]: Overstimulation & formal wear

Jason Todd [DC]: Filming & gunplay

Dawn Granger [DC]: Dom/sub & hair pulling

Jason Todd [DC]: Pain kink & filming

Wally West & Roy Harper: Piercings & titty fucking

Free choice: Morrigan, Feyre, & Amren [ACOTAR]

[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

Social Media AU: Y/n Wayne loves "Big Boy" Baseball

Other Social Media AU Big Boys:

STEVE ROGERS

CLARK KENT

[alienguts]

Picking Up the Pieces (Bruce Wayne x f!Reader)

Summary: Bruce and Selina have broken up again, leaving Y/N to comfort him.

Warnings: angst, breakups, unrequited feelings

Request?: No

A/N: technically, this is a comics!Bruce fic, but I used a Batfleck gif simply because he's pretty.

1 - Picking Up the Pieces | 2 - Kintsugi | 3 - Stay with Me

Are you home? I could use someone to talk to.

As soon as Y/N read the text from Bruce, her heart sank. She’d already received messages from Alfred and the boys about what had happened, but once the message from Bruce came through, her gut feeling was confirmed.

Bruce and Selina had broken up. Again.

Every break up was exactly the same. Y/N would sit and watch Bruce be happy with Selina and then their dual lives would ruin everything and he would end up moping on Y/N’s couch for two hours until he got over her for a year and then they would be together again like clockwork.

Y/N sighed deeply and tapped out her response.

Yeah I’m home, come over when you’re ready.

“I just don’t know what happened this time, Y/N,” Bruce sighed as he ran his hands over his head, his gelled hair sticking up from being ruffled so much.

“I don’t think I’ve got an answer for you this time,” Y/N said. She sat next to him on her tiny sofa, their knees almost touching. “That Selina’s a tough one to figure out sometimes.”

“Everything was going so well; she said she would marry me, moved in, the wedding was planned and people were invited and then…” He trailed off before taking a sip of the water Y/N had given him.

“Listen, none of this is your fault, Bruce,” Y/N said and rested a reassuring hand on his shoulder. She wanted him to know that she cared, but didn’t want to give him the wrong message. The guy had just gotten left at the altar, he didn’t need another woman feeling him up so soon.

“I know, but I can’t help but feel like it is,” he said.

Y/N’s heart twisted in her chest. She could hear how watery his voice was, just how emotionally run down he was, as if he was just seconds away from breaking into tears. And the worst part was that no matter how many times they landed in this exact same situation, it never got any easier.

She wanted Bruce to know that she had feelings for him, but it always seemed like someone else was getting his heart instead of her. She’d been there for all of them: Julie, Silver, Talia, Vicki, and of course, Selina. So many girlfriends, so many broken hearts. So many times she’d comforted Bruce on her couch. So many times he’d called her a ‘good friend’.

But she didn’t want to be a ‘good friend’, she wanted there to be more between them. She knew he could feel that spark between them, even if it was just a tiny jolt of static. They’d shared so many lingering glances, let their fingers touch for just a beat too long, had almost kissed at one point, but there was always someone else on Bruce’s mind.

Just once, she thought. Just once I wish it was my turn.

If thoughts of being held by Bruce didn’t keep her up at night, they would be the only thing she would dream about. His arms around her, his mouth on hers, telling her such nice things, but they were just dreams. Every time she would wake up and swear that she could still feel him, only to find that she was still alone.

“I should go,” Bruce said after a while, snapping Y/N out of her thoughts. “I’ve bothered you enough with this.”

“You haven’t bothered me, Bruce,” Y/N said, flustered. “I’m here for you to vent about your problems.”

Vent about your problems? Bad choice of words, Y/N she told herself.

“No, wait, I mean-” she stuttered, trying to force better words out of her mouth.

“It’s okay,” Bruce said and shot her a warm smile. Her stomach flipped when he looked at her, her heart fluttering as she lost her train of thought. “I know what you mean.”

“Oh, right.” She shuffled awkwardly in her seat as Bruce stood up to grab his jacket from the back of the sofa. “Could I give you a hug before you go?”

Bruce stopped, as if he was surprised by her question.

Why would his best friend ask for permission to hug him?

He turned to face her and smiled again before holding his arms out to her. 

“Of course, you don’t need to ask.”

Y/N gingerly hopped off the couch and made her way to Bruce, circling his waist with her arms and hovering her face just over his heart. She hoped he didn’t notice how her breath hitched when he pulled her closer into his chest and held her tightly, his cheek resting on the top of her head. She let her head fall onto him and listened to his steady heartbeat as her senses were completely taken over by him. 

Y/N had known Bruce to always be clean and well kept, but in that moment it was as if he’d arrived sparkling new. She breathed the scent of his cologne in deeply and savoured it, her eyes fluttering closed as she lost herself in him. It was just a hug between friends but to her, it was something she’d been waiting for for a long time.

When he pulled away, it felt like it was over too soon. She felt cold without him, even though his hands were still on her shoulders. Y/N watched his face as his eyes turned hazy and drifted down to her lips and his tongue briefly darted out to wet his own. Her heart jumped into her throat as they both looked at each other, daring themselves to look away.

“I’ve got to go,” Bruce said finally as his hands slowly dropped from Y/N’s shoulders. “Thanks for this.”

“Yeah, no problem,” Y/N said and led him to the front door of her apartment. “You know I’m here for you any time.”

“Yeah, you’re a good friend, Y/N,” he said and pulled his jacket on as he lingered in the doorway. “I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon,” Y/N echoed as she watched him go down the hall and out of sight.

When she reentered the apartment, she closed and locked the door before resting her back against it and letting out a deep watery sigh. A single tear finally rolled down her face as his words echoed in her mind.

You’re a good friend.

She kept telling herself that it was the wrong time to be crying over being called that, but it was all she could do. All she wanted was to tell him that she loved him and to hear him say he loved her too. But he was grieving a relationship that was doomed from the beginning.

What would make her any different?

She wasn’t Selina, or Talia, or Vicki, or Silver, or Julie. She was just Y/N, his childhood friend who was always going to be there for him whenever he either broke off another relationship or got dumped. And it never got easier. Trying to tell him how she felt never stopped feeling like an impossible mountain to climb.

Once she had run out of tears, Y/N picked herself up from the doorway and was about to go into the bedroom when she heard her phone chime. She’d considered ignoring it when she heard it again. Assuming it was important, she picked it up from the coffee table in the living room and was surprised to find two messages from Bruce.

Want to go for coffee tomorrow?

To make up for me moping around tonight

[dorkofclanlavellan]

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)

[watchtowerindistress]

we are not our demons (1/24) - bruce wayne x batmom

Gif by aquamancienne

Summary: Three months after the Strange incident, as Ellie called it, and her break-up with Gotham’s beloved billionaire, Bruce Wayne, an evil lurks in the shadows. Forever changed from her tormentor, Ellie Rhodes is still struggling with her mental state. Nothing could have warned her or Bruce’s family what tragedy would await them. (95k words)

Author’s note: So, we are back…

Oh God, I finished this chapter a YEAR ago, it kinda feels like it. It's been such a long time. All the chapters are already written down, so there shouldn't be any hiccups with the updates. I got a beta, guys. One of the reasons why it took like months to get this out.

brigs.broadmann, JennaFennix and Heidi were true saviours in helping me flesh this out.

Go wish my boy Tim Drake a happy birthday. 🍰

Warning: mental health issues

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You don’t get in my brain

You don’t fill up the spaces

I don’t whisper your name

Now that I’ve built a fortress

-Fortress by Lennon Stella-

~ Previously on We are Not Our Masks ~

“I was wondering if you would like the position as my Head of IT?”

“Uh, don’t get me wrong. I don’t want to presume, but … oh my God. Is this a date?!”

“Tell the reception your name and that Dr. Crane sent you.”

“I am real, okay? Please, you must be strong now, for me. I am here with you, and I’m not leaving you.”

“You know, I think this is the first time Tim willingly hugged someone.” A bitter chuckle resounded behind her. “Of course, it was when you decided to leave.”

~ Three months later ~

Ellie winced as she opened her eyes, at once closing them again. She shielded herself from the bright sunlight, trying to prevent any throbbing pains. She had closed the blinds last night, but a few beams of sunlight still shone through the barrier. Ellie reminded herself to close the curtains as well to be on the safe side if she didn’t want to suffer anymore.

After the whole Strange incident, Ellie saw no other way but to seek out a psychiatrist. After receiving a recommendation from the leading neurologists in Gotham, she sought a renowned counselor in Blüdhaven. During one of those sessions, it was revealed that the specific experiment Strange put her under had managed to manipulate the center of her brain that controlled her pain response and lung control. The result being when she experienced anxiety, a piercing migraine was soon to follow.

She sighed and felt the muscles in her neck tense up. This was going to be a long day. Her bones ached with every movement as she stepped out of bed. To awaken her senses Ellie made herself a cup of tea, experiencing muted aches behind her eyelids along the way. Unfortunately, she felt far too sore to even put on her glasses. After opening the case with her meds on her nightstand, Ellie broke one piece in half before downing it with a healthy gulp.

Her psychiatrist had prescribed her medication, which was supposed to treat her condition. She had been told that this traumatic event left her with PTSD. At first, Ellie had believed she had some sort of psychosomatic affliction because she kept on getting these migraines in certain situations.

A flick of her wrist and the TV in the living room came to life.

“Can you tell us where Mr. Wayne is, Mr. Fox?”

“I can assure you that the presence of Bruce—”

Ellie shook her head, trying to erase that name from her memory.

Another channel.

“It looks like the Bat of Gotham City has been keeping busy. Last month, the caped crusader held vigilance. So much so that criminals like Riddler and Poison Ivy were sent straight to Arkham. But not without getting some bruises along the way—”

Ellie groaned and turned off the television altogether. Knowing that she was close to jabbing the remote at her temple repeatedly, she braced her palms against the counter and tried to find a reprieve amid the restless feelings inside her. Taking a deep breath, Ellie let out a muffled sigh into the hands covering her face. Another breath and her eyes were gazing between her loose fingertips.

No matter where she went, she could not escape her ex-boyfriend it seemed. She should have known what it was like dating a billionaire, except for the dressing up in the night to beat up thugs part.

Ellie turned her head when she heard the landline ring. She recognized the familiar number and winced at the memory of when she last called. Before Ellie could talk herself out of it, her hand wound around the receiver and lifted it to her ear.

“Hey, you.”

Alyssa scoffed. “What do you mean by ‘Hey, you’? I had to hear from Arthur what happened to you a few weeks ago?”

Ellie furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, tilting her head. “Wait, what, how?”

“Yep. You got kidnapped—again, might I add—and I only find out about it now through my boyfriend?”

Ellie was racking her brain about how Arthur Curry, of all people, would know about this in the first place and came up short. She waved her hand in the air. “Okay, clear up the confusion, how does he know about it?”

Alyssa sighed deeply and Ellie could sense she was rolling her eyes. “Hell, if I know. He said Diana told him.”

Ellie frowned. Her thoughts were all over the place, trying to make sense of this weird connection diagram. “Wait, what? How does he know Diana?”

“Beats me. One day he just did. He’s being all mysterious about it,” Alyssa grumbled.

Her tone of voice made Ellie believe with high certainty that she just hated being kept out of the loop. Welcome to the club. Raising her eyebrows Ellie asked, “Arthur? Are we still talking about the same person? He might be closed-off and stubborn to a fault, but mysterious?”

“Stop deflecting, Ellie.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to bother you and give you a status update on the other kidnapping session. I had my own stuff to deal with.” Her eyes met the open pages of her planner, which had the words ‘Dr. Foster—15:30’ highlighted with a red circle. Alyssa was silent for a few seconds.

“Tell me.”

Ellie sighed, pondering what she last told her about Bruce, and inwardly winced.

“So… here’s the thing. Remember when I told you that Bruce had given me a job offer and that I took him up on that?”

“Yes?”

“Well, he did offer more than just a job, if you know what I mean,” she whispered.

“Okay, do I need to sit down for this? I’m getting the feeling I need to sit down for a bit.” Alyssa’s last sentence sounded muffled, like she was talking to herself.

“It was intense, and Bruce was great, but … it didn’t work out.”

There was silence on Alyssa’s end.

“Lyss?”

“Sorry, I just … are you telling me you had sex with Bruce Wayne? Several times?”

Ellie bit her lower lip and felt her eyebrows arch high, while giving it some consideration. “Yep?”

The next sound she heard was a drawn-out and tortured groan. “I want to hit you so bad through the phone right now. And you didn’t tell me this?”

Ellie slowly shook her head in thought, shrugging. “It … just went so fast. I could barely process it.”

“Well…?”

Ellie raised her eyebrows. “Well, what?”

“Well, how was it? I need the details; you owe me that much. I need to live through you now that you have snatched up Bruce.”

“I didn’t… not anymore. He was …” Ellie sighed, nibbling on her lower lip, remembering all the small things about him. The good and the bad. Her hand covered her forehead to cool her overheated brain from the mess she was in. “Intense. Passionate. Different.”

“Uh huh… details of the sex, please,” Alyssa said eagerly.

Ellie rolled her eyes. “Bruce knew what he was doing, just leave it at that.”

Alyssa groaned. “That’s why you call me the minute it happens and not when it is tainted by, you know, your break-up. What happened?”

Ellie put a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“Secrets. Secrets happened. And ultimately, Bruce didn’t trust me.”

The sound of honking cars encompassed Ellie as she swerved through the crowds of people also trying to get to work. God, sometimes she couldn’t take these masses all around her. Blinking rapidly to ward off the beaming sun rays, she fiddled with the glasses on the bridge of her nose.

It was probably her mind playing tricks on her, since the Autumn weather and the orange leaves hanging on the trees weren’t too invasive. Regardless, Ellie felt like a vampire who couldn’t take the sun any longer.

Ellie cleared her throat and closed her eyes when she felt her skin getting warm. Oh jeez, not again. Beads of sweat were gathering on her clavicle, heating up her skin. It felt like a mixture of growing nausea and close to fainting on the streets.

To ward off the outside world, Ellie kept her eyes closed. She breathed in again and let the air out. Just a few more breaths and this would all be over. The surrounding noises muted into muffled ones in her ears, leaving her anxiety behind.

“Ellie?”

The familiar voice startled her before she turned her head to find Dick Grayson standing beside her.

“Oh my God. Hey, Richard.” Ellie pushed her glasses higher as soon as it hit her that she was facing someone familiar. The sensation of genuine happiness flowed through her, it felt exhilarating to see the oldest Wayne son again. Ellie hugged him briefly, still trying to get used to the touching part. “How are you? What are you doing here?”

“I’m guessing the same as you.” Dick pointed to his badge on his belt and the same travel mug he was carrying. “Getting to work.”

“Oh right.” Ellie palmed her forehead in embarrassment. “Bruce…” She cleared her throat, turning her head away. “He told me you were a detective in Blüdhaven.”

Dick nodded, seeming to get the weird tension with the mentioned big bat. “Right, now a detective in Gotham. Do you have some time to talk?”

She looked briefly at her watch and sighed. “Yeah, sure.”

“Walk with me.”

“So, how are you?” Ellie said, trying her best with small talk.

Dick nodded, with a soft smile playing on his lips. “I’m good. Good.” He sighed.

Ellie pursed her lips, hoping he would understand the meaning behind her next words. “So, which one are you?”

Dick chuckled, scratching his scruffy jaw.

“You’re the oldest. So, I’m guessing … Nightwing?” she whispered since she didn’t want to blab his secret out in the streets.

Dick smirked. “Bingo.”

Ellie coughed, feeling memories coming back. “You were there that night. You know when it first happened with Strange and Scarecrow.”

“Yes. I wasn’t aware that you remembered everything from that evening.”

“Trust me, I wish I didn’t,” Ellie said, turning her head away. “So, … every single one of you is…?” She waved towards his body as if that would suffice as a question, but Dick seemed to get it, nonetheless.

The raven-haired man shook his head with a smile. “Not all of us.”

“Oh, thank God.” Ellie lowered her head. “Don’t get me wrong. It’s just—”

“I get it, believe me. And before you ask, no. Tim is not a vigilante who’s beating up criminals at night.”

Ellie bit her lip nervously. “I don’t know how I would have reacted if I had known that Tim was like this as well.” She hugged herself. “How is Tim by the way?”

Dick’s gaze turned soft, and he shrugged. “He’s all right. The boy’s missing you.”

“I miss him too,” Ellie whispered, stroking her arms.

“Hard to believe, I mean, you only spent a little more than a week with us, but … you grew on us.”

Ellie shared a soft smile with him. “Even Damian?”

“Damian is missing you in his own way. Just like Bruce.”

“Again!”

With his arms braced, Damian stayed on the training ground for a second before jumping in the air and trying to reach his father’s throat. Bruce merely slapped his hands away.

“You’re not thinking clearly,” Bruce reminded him, sweat pooling down the sides of his head. His body side-stepped casually, almost like the technique of his son, was starting to bore him.

“And you are, father?” Damian provoked, delivering a flurry of attacks that had the resemblance of a dancing effort.

Bruce pulled in a cleansing breath, not letting himself lose focus with Damian’s cajoling tone.

“If I would use my knives on you, you’d be dead already.”

“Then prove it.”

Alfred’s apathetic voice resounded through the Batcave, “I think that’s enough. I’d rather not clean up after you again like with the Funhouse incident.” Bruce didn’t need to turn his head to know that the butler didn’t even glance at them while speaking, like the omniscient man he was.

Bruce halted his movements but stayed in a defensive stance. A few seconds later, Damian chose to strike again with grunts following his movements. “Not our fault, Alfred.”

Alfred’s voice could be taken as reproachful. “Really, Master Wayne? Both of your suits were bathed in blood. You almost made me believe we should give your ensemble a different color, just like that red-hooded vigilante who is running around killing people.”

“Don’t remind me,” Damian interjected before continuing, “We still have unfinished business. That guy just shot a criminal before I could get to him,” the young boy hissed under his breath, almost like he loathed to admit it.

Alfred raised his eyebrows. “Going slow already, Master Damian?”

Despite being engrossed in a training session, Damian scoffed derisively. “You wish, old man.” He didn’t even bother turning around to see the butler’s reaction, who was in turn breathing deeply, like he was trying for patience.

The instant, Damian’s pupils moved to the right. Bruce used this opportunity to knock him to the ground, pressing his knee against his throat. He knew that his son would only walk away from a fight when he was bested. “Ugh, fine!”

Bruce stepped back, grabbing a towel to dry off his face from the exercise. Damian glared when his father threw one at his face—perfectly aware of his fast reflexes—but nevertheless cleansed himself as well.

His father had his back turned towards him when Bruce reminded him, “You need to focus yourself more. That was sloppy of you.” He could essentially sense the boy’s trademark eyeroll when his steps receded.

Still, Damian was known for always needing to get the last word in and he didn’t disappoint. “Careful, you almost sounded like grandfather right there.”

His stomach was coiled into knots at the not so thinly veiled insult from his son. Bruce peered at his mentor and father figure for a few seconds, realizing something. He leaned against the chair at the Batcomputer. “Okay, have at it.”

Alfred pursed his lips, tilting his head. But if there was one thing, he could not fool him with, it was his eyes. They were always shining with a specific kind of emotion. Either it was wisdom, or the master of sass was revealing himself yet again.

“Whatever do you mean?”

Bruce chuckled, turning his head away from the display shortly after. “Oh, please. You are here to lecture me. I know all the signs, ever since I was a kid.”

Alfred sighed, as though in emotional preparation. “All right. Let us talk about the mindless violence you have been delivering to Gotham’s criminals as if you were trying to live up to Damian’s standards or reenact the old days. Quite unusual, I must say.”

Bruce shrugged, his mask already falling into place. “It was necessary. A means to an end.”

“To what end, though?”

Only the squeaking of bats and the waterfall could be heard through the Batcave.

“Fine,” Alfred sighed. He was tensing his shoulders as if he was about to deliver a grand missile in his back pocket. “Do you know what I believe, Sir?”

His smile twisted, not liking where this was going. “You’re probably going to tell me one way or another.” Bruce couldn’t stop twitching, his index and middle finger tapping a rapid rhythm against his upper thigh.

“Miss Rhodes has rejected you, both Batman and the man behind it. And you would rather hide behind this persona—” Bruce didn’t need to turn around to know that Alfred was pointing to the graffiti-defiled suit Jason had worn during his death, “—than face it. But one thing you might not realize, you are not only punishing the bad guys, but you’re also punishing yourself.”

“Alfred, are you also intending to be a psychiatrist?”

Alfred nodded to himself with a stiff neck before his gaze caught something else. “Are you intending to become Miss Rhodes’s personal stalker?”

Her name and Alfred’s pointed glare made him turn and stare at one monitor which traced all her movements on the CCTV cameras of Gotham. She was shopping for groceries, maybe even making herself some dinner before potentially falling asleep in front of the TV. With his next inhaling breath, Bruce managed to still his fingers, keeping them steady at his side.

If Ellie knew what he was doing she would come storming in with threats and stormy glares. Oh, how he missed her small size. But he would rather take the possibility of her fury than live in this reality.

And with those words (Alfred was good with this—delivering a blow and dropping the metaphorical mic) he left Bruce to his thoughts.

What Alfred did not know was Bruce knew exactly what he was doing, and that he knew no other way but to punish himself.

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