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waynewifey · 9 months

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dear mr. wayne — b.w

part one: dear mr. wayne

part two: aftermath

part three: aporia

epilogue

summary: it’s not easy being a politician’s wife. it’s even harder to love a vigilante. months of negligence make you an easy target to his enemies.

pairing: bruce wayne/battinson x reader

genre: angst romance & dark action

warnings: swearing; smoking; kidnapping; violence; a bit of gore; “you” is she/her; bruce is the worst husband ever btw

word count: 2.8k

A/N: i wrote this back in january 2022 when the batman movie had just premiered, so kinda off the hype here. i hope you enjoy it anyway. already working on part 2, let me know if you guys would like it! also, this has taken a path way darker than i had in mind so i’m sorry if it’s too much. comments are appreciated!

gotham city, USA.

it's late.

you have no clock nearby, but you feel it in your bones. in your muscles too. it's too late and bruce should be home already. laying in the sofa, only half conscious, you regret telling alfred to go to bed. at least you wouldn't be alone. of course, being married to the batman you knew he would patrol at night often. you were okay with it. but lately bruce had been too focused on his other, and recent, goal: running for mayor. at first it seemed out of character, he was never good with the public or the press. but he stared at thomas wayne's painting in the hall in such painful façade, it made sense all off sudden. you were supportive of it. you showed up to every event just to stay by his side, to show the people the lovable man he was. the man you loved. the man who couldn't even be home for dinner.

the penthouse's elevator dings, opening its doors at the end of the hallway you see perfectly from your seat. your head doesn't lift instantly, like in the first week. instead, a long sigh escapes from your lips as bruce reaches the living room.

"hello, darling." he says, still in motion as he walks the stairway up to the room you shared. not a single kiss, or a hug. you follow him, because what else is there to do? you need to go to bed anyway. by the time you get there, slowly, his suit is already on the floor and he's taking a shower.

"how was the meeting?" you ask, knowing he usually did his Wayne Enterprising meetings — which consisted of hanging out long hours in bars with business men — at night. recently, he started a complicated relationship with a real estate company he wanted to invest in.

"the usual." he stopped fully answering these questions three weeks ago, making the only time you ever talked even shorter. the city has gotten more violent than ever since his batman duties were put on standby.

"any closer to sealing the deal?" you sit on the bed, watching the open bathroom door.

"probably." it's not like he's being rude. well, maybe a little bit. he just doesn't want to talk any more, it's clear on his tone. but it's 2am and you brain isn't working too well.

"when is this gonna end, bruce?" you finally say, as he puts his boxers on. "when are we ever having dinner again? or going on a date? when are you gonna stop treating me like i'm some sort of home decor?" you almost vomit out the words that have been stuck on your throat for days. surprisingly, the heartache doesn't softens. instead, it gets worse. it's like admitting your abandonment.

six months ago, you started trying to get pregnant. it hadn't always been a dream of yours, but the idea of having an heir to all you've spent your life building is charming. you realised you were in the right time to do so, you had just turned 28, bruce was 32, and both had stable careers. a month later, bruce announced his candidacy. and so soon you gave up. you told yourself once he won the election everything would be fine. you would try again. but, realistically, being a mayor was already a lot of work on itself. he wouldn't want a pregnant wife or a child to take care of. after the four years, who knows? he might as well have a new life project. and your family would always stand on the side.

"i don't know what you're talking about..." he doesn't look into your eyes. hell, he barely looks at you. that feeling, the negligence, is enough to trigger the tears. you take a deep breath, making an effort to look composed.

"don't you, though?" your voice is shaken. look at me. look at me. look at me. look at me. he doesn't. "bruce." you call, finally getting his attention. however, the boredom on his face knocks you off your feet, legs trembling in pain and anger. "i just want you to make an effort on us..."

"really? cause that's all i ever done." he's leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed in a way you would find attractive in other circumstances. but now he's yelling and you fight back the urge to shrink into the mattress. "do you think i wanna have a kid on this fucked up town? i'm tryna fix this. fix everything!" his faces turns red-ish. something inside of you makes you want to leave the room. you've always been an avoider, that is one of the reasons you hadn't really had couple fights. so, basically, this is very new. "i've got the weight of the fucking world on my back."

"let's leave then" you manage to say, replacing the you chose this. it was true, however, that he was the one to put himself in this position. bruce wayne could've gotten his entire life without working if he wanted to. but he always needed to save everyone, to suffer for other's happiness. he was a giver. sometimes you wondered if he needed to be saved instead.

"you know i can't do that." he mumbles, in a defeated tone. a sigh escapes from his lips, suddenly the tiredness takes over his face. it's almost enough to make you let it go, to internalise your distress again. he really can't, you know that. he feels that the city is his liability, because it was the only thing he had since he became an orphan. but he had you, too. he just didn't acknowledge that.

"and i can't stay like this." it sounds like an whisper, but it's a plead. choose me. please. he seems to read it in your eyes, face contorting in agony when he realises what you're asking for. me or gotham? it's stupid to think he would ever choose you. but you hoped, so desperately, because you would choose him. always.

"let's not do this tonight, okay? i have to be in the office by the morning." tears instantly fall as he turns off the lights and lays on the bed, turning his back to where you slept. for a moment, you're static. his words were final. were you ever in control of something in your life? why were all of these decisions being made for you? mechanically, you stand on both feet and walk to the door. you don't even notice your movement until you're on the elevator. your husband didn't intervene either. this neighbourhood is one of the safest in town, which honestly isn't much but you had to get out. anyway, nowhere is totally safe at 3am.

you walk two blocks, clinging to the fluffy sweater you wore. the depressing air of gotham slows your pace, to a point you start wondering if it was really necessary to be aware. you could feel the city devouring you, starting with your hope. the blue 24h sign lights up the street, in a way that isn't welcoming, but you know the place well enough to not be scared to get in. a bell sounds over the door and wakes up the male behind the counter. he's got long black hair and seems to haven't seen a good night of sleep in weeks. same,you think.

"hi. can i get the blue one?" you point at the camel's behind the man. he nods, quickly putting a pack on the wooden board. the prices pops up on the cashier's display. you pay and go outside. smoking was an bad habit from your college days, when pressure got too excruciating. every now and then you would treat yourself to some cigarettes, for the confidence it gave you. the sense of control to be the one, for once, ruining yourself. the smoke burns your throat on the first inhale and you hold back a cough. you're too entertained by the cigar to notice the black van approaching. it stops right in front of you, and everything happens too quickly for your brain to process. it's all dark.

he's in a meeting, the boring kind.

the kind that has him seated in silence while a representative talks to his employees, who never get to listen to their actual boss. there's a chart being shown on a large tv on the other side of the room. he's not listening, though. he's writing down ideas for a thanksgiving speech. a head pops into the conference room.

"mr. wayne." it's one of the new assistants, hired especially for the election season. he didn't care to memorise her name, because temps usually don't last long. if she hadn't called him, he might've not even looked up. but the room is silent, expecting eyes on him. the girl at the door looks terrified. "you're urgently required outside, please."

he sighs as he gets up from his leather chair. the second the door closed behind him, chatter is heard again. in the corridor, the woman conducts him to his office and they get in. there's a bit of a commotion, four men lounge around his table, all their faces tense.

"mr. wayne, i'm afraid we don't have good news." the head of the marketing team speaks, a man called robert vance. he's probably said the same phrase to bruce about seven times this month, so that doesn't do much. the assistant approaches with an ipad, unpausing a video. "we received this from an anonymous email about forty minutes ago. we weren't able to get the ip address just yet."

the video starts with a black screen, zooming out to show a woman with a bag over her head. she has her hands on her back and is kneeling on the ground. bruce's heart skips a beat noticing the hair falling down her shoulders.

"bruce wayne..." an eerie voice whispers from behind the camera, breathing heavily. "i've robbed an egg from your basket, and you haven't even noticed!" there's a disturbing chuckle and the video shakes a bit. bruce doesn't move, eyes stuck on the screen. no one in the room has done anything other than breathing. someone gulps. "it's been long hours, but we're having fun, aren't we, darling?" a gloved hand reaches for the bag, pulling it out. her face - your face - is dripping blood. you're biting on a fabric, still in your home clothes. bruce's jaw clenches. you're crying, face beaten, in this degrading situation. your eyes pierce the screen right into his. suddenly, a gun is tapped on your forehead and you close your eyes into a sob. your lips mouth please. "i'm running out of patience here, you're running out of time. let's do business, shall we?" he laughs, knocking the pistol on the side of your head, making you fall laying on the floor, unconscious. the spot bleeds. "here's my proposal: you come clean about your father's deal with carmine falcone and maybe i don't shoot little mrs. wayne... or i do both. it's your choice, really. the clock is ticking. tick tock, wayne."

the video stops, the sight of a gun pointed at your unresponsive body burns into his mind. bruce is panting, the adrenaline rushes into his brain. there's a million of plans being built, but none of them seem viable.

"don't let media get this." he managed to say. one of the men in suits says it's too late. the tv flicks on showing a news report on the video. he kicks the side of his table, the contents being thrown across the room. "FUCK! you bastards wait forty fucking minutes to show me this?" he screams, no one can look him in the eyes. a hand runs through his black hair. "meanwhile my wife is out there with a gun on her head! and what have you done? i swear to god, if i don't find her alive and well i'm killing everyone in this goddamned room with my bare hands."

he storms out of there, reaching to his phone to call alfred and noticing the multiple missed calls. fucking silent mode. the sun is setting.

"i got the address." the butler says, instead of hello. a 'ding' sounds in his ear.

there has been pain for so long. you try to remember before the pain. but all is pain. he has to make it stop.

the floor is cold cement and you feel so small in this huge warehouse. the man in the mask knows you can't run. not only you're tied up, but the will had left you long before getting dragged into that van. he sees it in your eyes. so he strolls around, always in that ridiculous dark green overall. then he beats you up for fun. no cameras. just you and the devil himself. you find yourself praying, after all these years. you don't pray to get out, no. you pray so that it ends soon. you pray that the stab wound in your abdomen will get you an infection. you pray that when you close your eyes, you never have to open them again. but the divine has left you in the cold cement.

there's an explosion. your eyes open. there's smoke and dust taking over one of the walls. you're seeing everything horizontally, cheek on the floor. the man in green is just as scared as you were.

bruce wayne busted that fucking wall down. he expected a full team of psychopaths and maybe some more security. there was just one coward in the warehouse. the thing stares at him coming out of the smoke, fingers fidgeting. the batman steps forward. the freak steps back. then turns around, runs to a half broken wardrobe and grabs a gun from it. bruce walks slowly. there's a struggle loading the gun. he takes the opportunity to run and throw the thing on the floor. he bangs his head on it. the vermin screams. he takes one punch. two. tries to reach for the fallen gun. bruce steps on his hand and the loud crack echoes in the room. he screams again. three punches. the mask is taken off. his nose is bleeding. more punches. he holds the neck. the head is turning purple. oh how he wants to kill this little shit. bruce wayne will kill him. it will just take a few more seconds...

"baby, no" at first he thinks he's imagining it. it's so soft, so weak. but he looks up and there she is. his hands loose. right on the corner, chains on her legs. her face is ruined from blood and dirt. her wrists bleed too. the motherfucker chained her. hell is too good for this thing.

bang. on his shoulder. he looks down and the blood is dripping on the freak's face. he’s pushed to the side, holding the wound. tiny white dots obstruct his vision. he grunts through the pain. the man gets up and runs towards you. bruce can’t move. he arches his back, trying to roll and lay on his chest. it feels like he can’t move his arm anymore, like his bones had detached. when he finally does so, the man is escaping through a window. his hand searches for the adrenaline-boost in his belt, grabs it and quickly injects on his leg. it takes a second to get his blood rushing again. he crawls up and jumps through the window, which leads him to a metal balcony.

you’re almost standing, but he holds your chains and a gun to your face. the shooting sound had scared you awake. you can’t believe how close to bruce you finally are, but the conditions couldn’t be worse. you can hear water running below your feet, you don’t need daylight to show you the violent river you’re standing above. this is not good.

bruce has his hands up in the air and is holding himself back to not do anything stupid. the man’s face is contorting into the creepiest smile. no.

everything happens so slowly, yet he’s not quick enough to grab you in time. you’re falling in the air and he jumped after you. for a moment, the world is air. you can’t hold out your hand. your hair is flying in your face, he does not want to die without seeing you one last time. his cape holds him back and the distance between you only increases. you’re gone. the impact comes.

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tinkerbelle05 · 1 year

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How would Battinson react to his kids, his babies, dating, and growing up?

The first was Dick. He saw the growing embers of something more than friendship between him and Wally. The longing stares when one thought no one was looking, the longer than necessary touching, the blushes. It seemed like everyone could see but those two, and it was cute.

It stopped being cute when Dick entered his office one afternoon. Bruce hadn’t known what personal space was since Dick got comfortable with him. Dick would frequently invade it by jumping on Bruce’s back for an impromptu piggyback ride, though those were things of the past the older and bigger Dick got, or just giving him a bear hug.

But this was different. The way he actually walked rather than ran, the way his demeanor was more closed off and hesitant rather than open and relaxed like it usually was.

He walked to meet Dick halfway, abandoning his work. He gently held his shoulders.

“What’s wrong, Chum?”

Dick took a deep breath, in and out. “I have a boyfriend! It's Wally.” He blurted out and looked at Bruce.

Bruce saw fleeting hope of acceptance, of love in Dick’s eyes. But he also saw uncertainty of rejection in them too.

“That’s great, chum. Who confessed first?” Bruce was happy for Dick, he deserved happiness, especially in their line of work. But a small part of him felt bitter about it.

Not Wally himself, he knew the kid for years and he was a good one. But of what he represented, his birds were growing up and leaving the nest. Leaving him. Now, Bruce was happy to see his children growing into themselves. However, he feels like he isn’t needed anymore.

Why would they need a protector, who isn’t even that good at it anyway, when they showed again and again that they can provide for themselves?

The announcement reminded him of Jaime and Jason, he liked him and Damian certainly did, but his kids’ were leaving. Like, today Jason and Damian canceled dinner to be with Jamie and his family for dinner.

But this wasn’t about how Bruce feels. So even if it was bittersweet he listened to Dick rave about Wally.

Giving Bruce so much detail, he wasn't sure if this even was the same person, but he guessed being childhood best friends are different from being boyfriend.

“Alfred, have you seen Tim? He is not in the Cave or his room.” They were working on a hard and gruesome case, and just when Tim was healing from that nasty cut he got last night. Bruce knows how Tim gets when they have cases like these. He would work from day to night until he gets an answer, and that is if he doesn't fall asleep first. Even if he was recovering, and that missing spleen of his didn’t make things better.

It was one of the many things he neglected to teach Tim when he was first Robin, to have a good work-life balance, not that Bruce could talk but still, too filled with grief to see. But he is making a change, and that is starting with getting Tim to bed.

“No, I haven't, Master Bruce,” the butler answers, “but I’ll be on the lookout for him.”

Bruce gave a nod and continued to search the Manor looking for his son. He’d done this before, hiding from Bruce, because he knew what will happen. It’s childish and oftentimes annoying but a tiny part likes taking care of Tim. Tucking him into bed, kissing him on the forehead, and closing the door slowly.

Eventually, he does find Tim, he’s in Bruce’s room. His black hair, which was in that middle stage of looking long while short, looked like a bird’s nest and his eyes were dazed like he had taken a nap. His disheveled sheets and blankets were evidence of that.

“Good afternoon, Timmy.” Bruce greets him with a small smile.

Tim blinked at him like an owl and he came to his senses slowly. He looked like a misbehaving child who got caught red-handed with contraband cookies.

“Shit!”

“Language” Bruce corrected automatically. Raising kids for years will do that to you, especially Jason and Duke.

“Sh– shot! Sorry B I'll go.”

Bruce leaped forward to stop Tim’s frantic movements. “Tim, you don't have to leave or anything. I'm fine with you staying in my bed. I was just looking for you all over to take a break. But I see you’re already doing that..”

Red paints over Tim’s ears and neck and attempts to look away from them. “Well duh, I'm not a kid anymore B.”

His last all-nighter was 2 days ago. Duke found him in the dining chair.

Tim looks him straight in the eyes, “I heard you talking to Alfred. I was worrying you with my bad self-care habits and I decided to grow up. Besides, I can't live how I used to, especially without my spleen.”

Now it was Bruce’s turn to look surprised. He thought he would never see the day. But why are tears threatening to spill out then? Why was there a hole forming in his heart then? He should be happy, his children are growing into fine young men and women. So why....?

“Woah, woah, Bruce!” Tim’s alert voice yelled for him, breaking Bruce from his thoughts to see that tears were actually forming.

“Oh, don't mind me,” he shrugged Tim off and blinked the tears away. “I have some work that needs to get done, so you go rest up.” Bruce pushed Tim into the bed and tucked him into the covers, kissing him on the forehead, and closing the door slowly. A routine he’s done multiple times with multiple children, and his mind wonders when they’ll ask him to stop doing that.

He ignored Tim’s shouts to come back and closed the door. He walks aimlessly through the quiet and empty manor. It’s been ages since the building was filled with sound and laughter, now it sits in silence. So quiet Bruce can hear his footsteps echoing throughout the halls when 2 months ago he couldn’t even hear what Duke was saying while Tim and Damien engaged in their weekly arguments about everything and anything.

Oh, Duke. Gotham’s daytime vigilante, one of her many victims. He came to Bruce unsure in everything he was doing but nowadays he’s grown sure in his actions. On the last patrol, Tim had gotten hurt badly and the only way out was for Duke to drive. He didn't need Bruce or Babara to guide him.

His kids were growing up, and soon, they wouldn't need him anymore.

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hollandorks · 6 months

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haven

battinson! bruce wayne x f! reader

interlude two

Summary: After the sudden deaths of your mother and grandmother, you’re forced to return home to Gotham…and to the man who broke your heart three years ago. Back in Bruce Wayne’s inescapable orbit, you vow to get to the bottom of your former best friend’s new cold personality. But Bruce’s secrets aren’t what you’re expecting. a

a/n: Another brief look into Bruce's mind...there will definitely be a couple more of these. And Bruce will get his own full chapter at the climax at the story. No I will not tell you more than that. Anyways thanks for the comments and feedback, they make me write faster!

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word count: 1.1k

“I’m okay,” she said, but she wasn’t sure she was.

Bruce's POV

For most of the night, all of Bruce’s thoughts were some variation of oh fuck.

First, it was because he was certain that at any moment, y/n would recognize him. That she would call him out on the mask, lying to her, everything. The more they talked, the more tightly wound he became.

But at the same time, he…enjoyed it. She was more open with Batman than she was Bruce. Talking to each other like strangers erased their complicated, hurt-filled past in a way that was addicting. Bruce knew that the longer things went on, the worse it would be when she figured it out.

Yet he couldn’t bring himself to tell her.

Then, of course, the cursing in his mind changed the moment he realized she was in danger. That he had put her in danger by bringer her along. That panic was different, deeper, more crippling.

Bruce thought he had known true fear.

He thought he had conquered fear. He had turned into an incarnation of it.

But then, when Alfred was almost killed by the Riddler, all of that fear had come rushing back.

And still it didn’t hold a candle to what he had felt when that man’s gun had been trained on y/n. Even with the Riddler terrorizing the city, even with Alfred almost dying, at least y/n had been safe in Bludhaven.

Now that she was back in Gotham she was in danger. He had almost lost her. That fear was…unprecedented. It had nearly killed him, the sight of that gun pointed at her, the man’s intent to use it clear on his face. Like the world had stopped long enough to carve his lungs out of his chest. Long enough for him to imagine a world without her.

Bruce didn’t care that his suit was bulletproof in those moments–he would have stepped in front of her anyways.

The primal need to save her, to protect her, had been so strong he’d almost hit Gordon. And her new friend Martinez. He shot a glare to the man as he thought about the way he’d looked at y/n. Apparently, she texted him often.

Bruce shifted his attention to y/n as Alfred hugged her, willing her to see him. To see him. To connect him to the Batman. He wanted her to know, even though it terrified him. Even though he didn’t know what she’d think, he suddenly ached for her to connect the pieces. After tonight, he didn’t want anything left between them.

“I’m okay,” she said to Alfred, but he knew she wasn’t. He wished he could be the one to hold her. Batman might have been able to–she had seemed receptive enough to his touch in that alley. Leaned into it, even. But he knew it was because he hadn’t been himself.

“Is there somewhere we can all talk?” Gordon asked. Alfred led them all into the sitting room, y/n trailing behind like a zombie. Bruce hesitated, wanting to stay back with her, imagined taking her hand and cupping her face to get a better look at the cut on her head in the light.

Instead he sat as far away from her as he could, elbows on knees, hands clasped underneath his chin as he half-listened to ideas for security measures.

He’d had to rush home to beat them there, to be able to change and wash his face and make it look like he’d been asleep. He’d explained, breathlessly, what happened to Alfred as the elevator rose to the top floor. They had barely stepped out of it when the other elevator opened.

Alfred wanted to know, after asking if y/n was alright, if she had recognized him yet.

Of course the answer was still no.

Alfred had sighed. Bruce heard their entire past arguments in that one sound.

Two days before, when he’d gotten home, Alfred had been waiting.

“She didn’t recognize me,” was the first thing Bruce said. A worry that was on both of their minds when Gordon had called.

Alfred crossed his arms. He had left his cane leaning against a chair, too, likely to look more intimidating.

“I know she didn’t, because she told me she was out with the Batman tonight.” Alfred’s foot tapped. “And if she had recognized you, I’m certain she would have come in with guns blazing, maybe even breathing fire.”

Bruce paused. “...Right.” He wasn’t quite sure why Alfred was annoyed, then, if he knew y/n had been with him and hadn’t recognized him. Bruce started the ritual of shedding his armor while Alfred stewed.

“The more time you spend with her, the worse it will be,” Alfred said after a long silence. “You know that, right?”

Bruce shrugged but didn’t answer.

“Why haven’t you told her?”

“Because she hasn’t figured it out,” he said. He didn’t have any other good reason. Maybe because he liked spending time with her as two strangers. They had no past that way. Batman hadn’t broken her heart. Bruce had. She was easy with the vigilante, more open. More like herself than she was with Bruce. And Bruce missed her, the real her. Her humor, her smile, her laugh–things that only Batman got to see now.

“Maybe she doesn’t want to,” he continued, voice soft as he placed the armor in its spot on a dummy. “Maybe I fucked her up so bad she can’t see me behind the mask.”

Alfred’s silence was pointed.

“This is the point where you’re supposed to argue,” Bruce said drily.

“Nothing to argue with,” Alfred said, tone cold, and turned on his heel.

Now, Alfred was giving him a pointed look across the sitting room. Bruce realized it had gone silent. Y/n was the only one not looking at him expectantly. A flush crawled up his neck at the sudden attention.

“Sorry,” he said, but his voice was too low. Too close to Batman. He cleared his throat. “Not quite awake yet.”

Y/n flinched. It was subtle, but it was still a flinch. Bruce’s eyebrows drew together as he wondered why she had reacted to strongly to his words.

He had to tear his eyes away from her and refocus on the conversation about her security. Gordon said something about Bruce and Alfred being in danger, but the two of them exchanged a look, silently dismissing it out of hand.

Bruce would do whatever it took to keep y/n safe. He had already taken four bullets for her, his chest aching, and he would take a thousand more, armor or no armor.

She was safest in the tower with him, where he could keep her safe. Not that she knew it. Not that Gordon knew it either.

But he and Alfred were her best bets.

If only he could get her to stop running away from him.

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emo-batboy · 6 months

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A Wild SuperGuy? (Social Media AU)

Part 44 (Masterlist)

(Part 45)

Istg I made this entire chapter in two hours. It's like I was smacked upside the head with the opposite of writer's block. (Also shoutout to the two people in part 43's notes that immediately predicted what this update would be about.)

@bruciemilf how’s it hangin’

Drink water, enjoy the weather, and have a great day :D

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visionsofmagic · 1 year

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⎯ differences [m] [1/2]

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▸pairing: bruce wayne/the batman x f!reader [battinson version]

▸summary: having sex with bruce and the batman is totally different.

▸wc: 3.1k

▸warnings & tags: B REFERS TO BOTH BRUCE AND BATMAN [in other words, I used B as to say, ‘Bruce & Bats’.] events take place after the batman movie (2022), not mention of selina. PART 1 OF 2 . now, we have some warnings and these are; pet names, bats being hunter and y/n prey (as symbol ofc), personality confusion, fingering, licking, rough movements, nude, dirty talk (a little), begging, kneeling, explicit language, fluff after smut, +18.

The man you were in love had totally two different sides; not because of being a toxic person. He was a good person who just seeks peace for his and Gotham’s own good. Different sides were there because he was a gentle, sweet guy on daylight, and a vigilante, wearing a bat suit in midnight to seek justice. Bruce Wayne and The Batman was totally same person. However, having a mask on and off made Bruce have different sides. The bat suit was giving him power, strength and bravery. With it, Bruce has become more than a human. Everyone saw him as a freak while others found safety with his presence. For you, both Bruce and Batman was your lover. Even if Batman was just Bruce with a bat mask on, he literally became utterly different with his Batman persona.

As the night came to the scene, it was Batman’s time to show up. In daylight, you couldn’t reach Bruce because he was avoiding you for some time now to keep you safe. You respected his choice because his new playboy profile has become famous in whole Gotham city, even if it was a little. He didn’t want you to get recognize by his surrenders because there was a new treat for the city and he wanted keep you hidden and safe for a while, ‘till he discover who is this new treat. They could be someone from Bruce life as well as Bats.

So, when he showed up on the roof of a huge building, hidden from the city’s eyes, a smile already was placed on your now happy face. Whenever you were with Bruce and Bats, you always felt so safe. B was making you feel unique emotions with his presence, every single time.

“Hi,” He tried to look calm but after spending so much time with his two personas, you knew how he was happy too like you. You two didn’t meet for four days ‘till this night, so, you rushed to him, hugging your hands around his neck, placing your head to his strong shoulder. “It’s nice to see you too.” His voice was darker than normal. You wondered what he was thinking that moment.

To get some hints from his half covered face, dark colored eyes and body movement, you stepped two steps behind, now standing right in front of his huge and powerful body, “I thought you had business for this night too.” He was searching for some information from underground of the city, and you were just keeping his records safe and sound in his hidden place on the roof you both had created in order to helping each other. You were not a special person, but your intelligence and ability to solve codes were something that you could work on for him. B said how you didn’t have to do it again and again but you were stubborn. If he was going to fight with crime, you would too. He was not alone. He needed to know that he was not alone.

After sensing your sadness covered with lots of happiness now made him put a little teasing smile, as you could say, on his face, “I didn’t know you missed me this much.”

You rolled your eyes, leaving him there to sit on one of the technological desks he has. You put your one leg to another, hands resting on the table, “I am not the only one.”

His audible footsteps stopped right in front of you, ready to get between your legs. His closeness made you realize how you missed to have him. You body missed him as well as your soul. Knowing he missed you too, in both ways, excitement hit you. Whenever you were with B, you had felt a dangerous feeling on your abdomen. Other than love centered feelings, he was making you take some actions. Actions that seen as sins but given chills to your core.

Without saying anything, he found his place between your legs, touching your cheek with his gloved hand. Oh, how you missed to feel his skin but this was not available at the moment. So, you enjoyed what you had. Closing your eyes, you leaned to his touch. “Was it hard?” You asked, referring to his previous dangerous missions without you in the past four days.

He nodded, still looking unreadable. He was a little different today and you would find out what was wrong.

“It’s okay.” You touched his half exposed face, feeling both his skin and mask. “You have me now.”

“Yes, I have.”

After hearing his unstable voice, you realized how he needed your touches. It didn’t take you more than two seconds to connect your lips together. Warmth of your lips transferred to his cold ones, giving you both satisfactions.

The air turned from cold to hot in a second after having him between your arms again. As lips collapsed each other, bodies became closer to each other, wanting to feel more, having hard times to keep calm posture. However, thanks to Bats’ unreadable behavior right now, you wanted to find out what was bothering him. First, you should give him a clear mind, then you can give him all of you.

You left his lips, but kept closeness, “Tell me.” You said, “Tell me what’s wrong.”

His brows furrowed, looking irritated about leaving your lips and having this conversation right now. “Nothing’s wrong.”

He tried to leave you there but you held him in his place by closing your legs together, crashing his strong thighs. He was trying to escape. There was literally something bothering him.

“You can’t escape this time big boy.”

“It’s just –“ He hesitated for a second, “It’s Bruce.”

A confused expression appeared on your face, “What about him?” It was weird a little bit, referring Bruce as him while Bats was just Bruce’s himself.

“They are seeking for him. About money and statue.”

A sudden concern hit you. Rushing towards your technological equipments for searching names who wants to use Bruce, you asked, “Who are they?”

He didn’t respond. He stood still, not giving any emotion.

“You should leave. Be at home for the next week, ‘till I found them.”

“And hunt them? All alone?!” Poison of anger was spreading from your voice to Bats’ ears, making him look furious too. “You know I can’t let you go into the rabbit hole all alone, B.”

“This time is different.”

“No, it’s not!” Your hands placed on your hair, pulling it with a little force. Ready to cry because of concern and anger, you tried to sound clear, “I will not leave you. Never.”

Bats came to your side, “You don’t understand. I need you to be safe –“

“And I need to be on your side!”

The attraction between the two nervous and concerned bodies was visible even to an outside eye. Two pairs of determined eyes stared at each other for a long time before the bodies collided to each other. Although at the end of the day one would accept the other's word, what mattered now were the longing passionate feelings that anger brought with it.

As lips connected once again, a huge adrenaline exploded inside, making them act in a rush on the outside.

Batman’s strong arms hugged you from waist, caging your smaller body like you are what he needed more than anything. It’s was like there was poison in his system, and you were his cure. Indeed, you, your body and soul were his cure.

With a step forward, he made your body hit the table behind you. Without leaving your lips, he picked you up, placed your body on the surface of the table. After sitting down, your hands reached for his bat mask’s pointed ears. Holding them with your bare hands, you felt so powerful. The fucking Batman, who was spreading horror and terror for criminal in the whole Gotham city, was letting you touching him with the way you liked the most. He wasn’t complaining anything. He just took your every gesture, body movement and sound as open invitations for his further desires.

Having sex with Bruce and Bats was totally different and now, after spending past four days without your presence beside him which made him miss you so much, and feeling anger, the sex with Bats would be devastating but the most beautiful thing in the world. He was going to take revenge of the days he missed you, and for your previous stubborn behavior and you would just accept it with great lust.

After putting your delicate body on the table, he took his place between your thighs, wanting feel you fully. You knew even without his bat suit, this man was full of strength but it was a fact that with his suit on, you always felt a great passion which drives you crazy every fucking time.

“Bats are you su–“ You even couldn’t finish your sentence about having private moments on a roof which was normal for him as he nearly tore apart your top. He was like a wild animal that was gone for a hunt and came back to his beloved one to calm down his harsh nature, finding both passion and peace.

“It costed me a lot, you know –“ Your nonsense sentence which was a result of feeling a sudden shy cut by him again. He wasn’t thinking at all. He was doing what he wanted to do with you, or to you. You had no strength to make him think. Because of his movements, he was making you forget to think. He just gave you a chance to act according to your own desires. He wanted to see your burning side. Not the shy one, unlike Bruce’s want.

Second piece that ripped out from your body was the black skinny pants. His gloved hands didn’t stop ‘till you had no longer clothes on your body. Now, your exposed body was in front of his black colored eyes, looking like fire’s itself, traveling from top to toe without feeling shy. One of the things you liked about Bats was his shameless gazes. He took every part of your body like it was the most beautiful piece in the world made just for him.

“B –“

Between rapid breathing, you tried to get his attention to you, wanting to ask if he wanted to go more private place or not but he didn’t hear you. He just took your hardened nipple in his mouth, catching the other one with his other gloved hand, giving you a sudden warm feeling. His tongue on your nipple and hand made you soak. You could feel wetness coming from your core to thighs. Batman was right here with you and he was sucking your nipple hardly, making you jump with every tongue motion.

He chanced his mouth and hand’s places, now he was sucking other nipple, sending a joy to your core and making wetness increase its density. Slowly, his right hand traveled from your breast to abdomen, then finding its way to your core. You thought he was going to play with you a little, maybe preparing you slowly but he didn’t. He just removed his glove with a fast move and suddenly, his two fingers were inside you.

“Ah – “

“Shh –“ His deep voice penetrated into you, “Take it.”

He left no room for you to speak, to show how his rough finger moves were taking you to climax. Like a good girl, you took it.

And like a naughty, unreasonable girl, you said, “Not enough.”

Then, his dark colored and dangerous eyes looked at your face, trying to find a weak part to tear apart, making you feel sorry to say that. His eyes were speaking enough though, ‘How brave of you, don’t you think?’

Without saying something more with his eyes or mouth, his finger’s pace increased, going in and out rapidly, hitting your abdomen. He had no mercy. Not anymore. And here you were, crying because of both lust and pain. Regretting for your action wasn’t a choice anymore. You knew you couldn’t take back. He was going to tear you apart. Just now, you were his beloved one who he would find calmness and peace. Now, you were his prey. A prey which he must show his dominance on.

While his fingers kept their pace, his free hand found its way on your neck, holding it high enough to make you face him. Seeing his burning eyes, you reached the climax, ready to let it all go but you knew there was one thing to do, “Please.” You looked at his lips, then eyes again. “Let me.”

He tilted his head to left, “Let you what?” Lowering his head, he tightened his touch, not leaving your core at all. “I can’t understand you if you don’t say what you want clearly.”

Oh, it wasn’t time to play at all!

“Please!” You begged, “I need to –“ A shy feeling hit you again but your lust was far beyond from it. “I need to cum! Let me cum, Bats, please!”

A phantom smirk fled visibly on his lips for a moment, “Good girl.”

And this was all you need.

As your cum fell out from your core to his fingers which were staying inside even after your climax, new hunger hit you. Instead of his fingers, you wanted him. You wanted him to bury himself inside you. You wanted him to fuck you and with that new hunger, there was nothing to stop you from saying this aloud, making him bossy again.

“Fuck me.” There was no shame anymore. “Fuck me Bats. I need it. I need you.”

As fingers left your core, he looked at your pathetic body.

“No.” He said without hesitation, “I will do better than that.”

With his last words, he crouched down in front of you, taking one of your legs and putting it on his shoulder.

The moment you realized what he was going to do, his fingers again found their ways inside you, putting some juices you made back in. Because of sensitive skin, higher sensation of passion sent its jolt to every part of your body. Moans weren’t stopping, making roof so noisy. No sound from Bats and so much sound from you. He was hunter, you were a prey.

“Bats!”

You shouted his name as his tongue joined to his fingers, licking every juice you made now and then without thinking about your condition. If he just took a look at your face, he would just see a desperate woman who is wanted to be fucked by him but got something more, something that made her mind go beyond this world’s reality.

No one but expect you could taste the feeling of seeing Batman on his knees, eating your pussy like it is his last meat to get a delicious taste from. Yes, every time he fucked you, you felt wonderful but this, this was beyond. This was something else. Something gave you a superior feeling, making a fact hit your face; you were Batman’s one and only. The one he would give not the whole world but also his proud away.

As his tongue began to hit your delicate spots again and again, you screamed his name again, “Bats!” Breaths were no longer you concern. You felt paradise. “I –“ You couldn’t speak as his third finger joined to others, leaving no empty space.

“Ah –“

All you could do was moan in delight as all the burning sensations rushed through your body. Besides the wonderful pleasure of feeling him so close after so long, nor you or him could expect you to be able to do anything else rather than moaning because of his fingers’ and tongue’s deft moves. You found yourself in a stinging feeling, standing in front of the night and the moon that reflecting its light on your naked form and Bats’ suited one. With the shame and courage of being naked, he was soon to put out the fire that was boiling inside you, making you reach the second climax of the night. In your last moments, it had never occurred to you to make a sentence or ask his permission to cum. There was just a desire to touch his ears’ again.

With that desire, cold hands held his ears, rapid breaths were taken, and a last moan escaped from tired body, “Bats! –“

Throwing your head back to empty air, you reached your climax.

When the stars of the night find their way from the sky and fall right in front of your eyes, you were honored to have his tongue drink every drop of the cum, not wasting any of it. The man, who was called as a freak by others, was your fascinating beloved. He was the one who would make you like this, being naked in the hell of a night without questioning anything. He was the one who you would expose both your body and soul. He was the Batman. He was your lover.

“B.”

He cleaned his mouth, stood up, showed his huge posture like he wasn’t kneeling and eating your pussy just now.

You smiled, hugging him with your naked body you felt his suit fully but beyond that, you felt his fast beating heart. He was a human after all. He felt everything like you did.

The smile became bigger, “I am glad you are back.” You said, “I love you.”

A few minutes later, he hugged you back, “Yeah.” This was his way to say ‘I love you too’. Even if you wanted to hear it you even agreed to that.

“C’mon,” He said, finding your blanket which you would bring to roof for coldness of every other night. As he wrapped your body with the blanket, warmness felt inside too. “Let’s go home.”

You wanted to say that he was the home but you decided not to. Maybe another night, you thought as both of you made your way to his bat mobile, not saying a word but feeling wonderful.

After all, you were his and he was your beloved.

But it was time for Bruce Wayne to complete the night. Batman would wait his turn any other time.

. . .

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butcherlarry · 7 months

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Weekly Fic Recs 35

Work was busy this week, but I still got in some fics to read. Tbh, it's what helps me decompress when I get home.

Anyway, on to the fics! There is art included with some of the fics, so make sure to check those out and give the artists some love too!!

Something Like Brotherhood by minnow_doodle_doo - Batfam, complete. Jason and Dick have some brotherly bonding time while Bruce is away. Some lovely art too.

On the Long and Lonely Road Through Hell and Back (I'll Never Leave Your Side) by ivy_and_ivory - Bruce & Clark friendship, complete. Bruce and Clark go on a road trip after Jason's funeral. Much feels are had by all.

Superman and the Monstrous Bat-Man of Gotham City by EloiseReed - Superbat, complete. Bruce and Clark get together fic, but put it in the 1940s.

Capes Define their Hero by truc - Superbat, complete. Cape porn. Literally.

It Was Always You by TheResurrectionist - Superbat, complete. Turns out, Kryptonians have soulmates. Clark suffers (until he doesn't).

Hedging Your Bets by Mithen - Superbat, complete. Bruce gets turned into an adorable hedgehog. It's really cute.

A kindred bond by Nyszu - Superbat, wip. More of the Bruce kidnapped by Evil Clark fic! I go feral every time this updates.

Smothering Love: On how Batman's hugs are deadlier than his glares by msOdds - Superbat, complete. Omega Bruce gives the worst (or best, depending who you are) hugs ever. This fic makes me laugh every time I read it :)

Absolute Corruption by Violet138 - Superbat, wip. Part of the Earth-1477 series. Battinson deals with an evil Superman who is obsessed with him.

More Things in Heaven and Hell by JustGettingBy - Superbat, wip. More of the X-Files crossover fic!

Inbox by audreycritter - Batfam, complete. Jason listens to voicemails on his phone that were left after his death. Much feels are had by all.

Patchwork Pod by Ktkat9 - Superbat, wip. More of the mer Bruce fic! Bruce and Jason are on a rescue mission and everyone is Worried.

His Budding Blossom by tekowrites - Superbat, complete. No powers au. Clark owns a flower shop and hires grumpy accountant Bruce to help with his books. Bruce has a secret though (sexy lingerie 💖).

a sky of honey by TheResurrectionist - Superbat, wip. More of the pregnant Omega Bruce fic. I never thought I would say this, but I LOVE sassy Omega Lex. It just Works. More lovely art by the talented januariat here (NSFW) and here (SFW). This is also another fic that I am absolutely feral about :)

cracked by still salvageable by aryelee - Batfam, complete. A secret garden au fic that I never knew I needed in my life. I was sobbing at the end. There is also lovely art that goes with the fic here and here.

Happy reading!!

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devilfic · 2 years

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Hi!!! I just finished reading “at the front steps” and AHHHH IM IN LOVE! I’m such a big fan of your work, and I was wondering if you could write a Bruce Wayne one shot where reader is kidnapped and is recovering from the aftermath (more mentally than physically) and only wants and trusts Bruce and he’s just a big softie and comforts and cares for her???

❝ghosts❞

plot: there’s a split second between dreaming and waking where the dream exists in the real world: the tender loss of a dream unrealized, and the relief of a nightmare severed. your nightmare is still clinging to you. pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x gn!reader. cw: ANGST, established relationship, hurt/comfort, whump, author understands how scarecrow’s fear toxin works but is taking creative initiative, mentions of death, mentions of psychological trauma. reader needs a hug. words: 1.8k.

a/n: sure thing, honey!! thank you for the request

Bodies twitched in the wake. Back then, Bruce had thought there could be nothing worse than finding you lifeless, another casualty of Gotham’s cruelty because there were many. But Crane wasn’t so simple. It was never life he craved to take away, it was hope.

So when Bruce gathered you in his arms, cursing the leather that impeded the warmth of your still beating pulse, it had been a temporary relief. Your eyes—fogged over like clouds had gathered where the color used to be—had searched for your savior... only to roll back in terror. “You killed him,” you cried, hazy tears a symptom of the fear toxin pumping in your veins, “bring him back. Please. Bring him back.”

They all cried the same. Every single one of them, a chorus of sobs and anger, cursing the name of the Bat. It was his luck that he’d gotten away before the cops started pointing fingers.

And then they brought you home, a shivering thing wrapped in a blanket far too thin to warm you, and you jumped into his arms. There was no leather separating you now. No Bat, just Bruce. Like he’d always been. Like you were supposed to know he was. “You’re alive. I thought for sure... I saw him. I saw Batman kill you.”

At first, your reaction had been normal.

It was no secret to Bruce that Crane’s new strain of fear toxin would be detrimental to Gotham if he could mass-produce it. Older doses had become inefficient, and this new one, the one he’d tested on you and ten other unlucky victims, was much stronger than the antidote Bruce had made to counteract it. Its strength was so staggering that the toxin remained in your system even now, eating away at your subconscious. That’s why the night terrors hadn’t stopped.

Even asleep, your body thrashed and voice screamed until it went raw, until Bruce could finally pull you from the dream realm and back to him, until you saw that he was breathing and that your worst fears hadn’t come true.

You’d seen him die in your mind more than he had in his own. Each night was a new death. Impaled, set aflame, dragged to the bottom of the sea, beaten until his attacker reached flesh and bone and then bone and flesh. The attacker was always the same: Batman.

It was hard to articulate to him at first but he’d put together the worst of it. On top of the victims’ fears becoming realized, a culprit to blame stood amongst them all. He was in every single one. Beware the Bat.

Bruce is quick enough to catch you suppress a flinch when the door opens. The slow sag in your shoulders when you realize it’s not Alfred coming to check on you twists Bruce’s stomach. “You’re not eating.”

The evidence lies on the desk across from the bed. The bread is torn to crumbs, soup splattered over the lip of its bowl. The only survivor of your search was the glass of water, but you hadn’t drank any. You’d told him of a dream where Batman had poisoned you both at dinner.

“‘m not hungry.” You croak with dehydration.

“Will you eat if I make you something?”

“Is Alfred still here?”

Difficult as it had been, Alfred and Dory had adhered to Bruce’s request to stay away from the tower until you recovered. Alfred visited when you slept, but if you ever found out, you might not leave your room at all. “No, it’s just us.” Bruce notices your grip on the blanket loosen a little. He stays put at the door, holding his hand out to you, “I’ll make you your favorite. You can help. If you like.”

You keep your eyes fixed on him as you slip out of bed, as if he would disappear the moment you looked away. You all but rush to take his hand when you finally do stand up.

Before Scarecrow had taken you, your affection had been stupefying. Bruce hadn’t known what it was like to be touched so often and so softly for years until you’d come into his life. You touched him for everything: because you wanted him close, because you saw him in passing, because you felt like it. You’d see his fingers twitch to touch you and encourage him to be as bold, and eventually he was touching you just to touch you too.

And then he’d thought you’d died, had held you as close as his stupid suit could allow, and then you looked at him in that cowl and all but clawed to get away. You’d never rejected his touch before. He’d felt so cold.

It was only Bruce that you yearned to touch now.

Bruce is patient as you examine each ingredient. You turn over the butter in search of glass and then watch as it melts in the pan. You turn down the knob on the stove when you think he isn’t looking because the smoke makes you nervous. You prepare the dishes in plasticware (Alfred’s bane, thank God he’s not here to witness this) and sit where you have full view of the front door, chair pressed up next to his until you’re practically sitting in his lap.

Bruce moves slowly when he touches you these days. It helps not to startle you, because as much as you trust him, there are dreams where Batman makes Bruce kill you too. He lets your eyes follow the laggard movement of his hand until it rests at the back of your head, bringing you close enough for his lips to kiss your temple, “Thank you for helping. You did good.”

You preen at his praise, staying close to his chest, and he takes the opportunity to feed you first. It’s a great feat that you nearly finish it all, and it’s one less thing to worry about in your recovery.

When you tire of the kitchen, you let Bruce lead you back to bed, following after you into the sea of blankets and pillows and clothing you’d siphoned from his closet. You didn’t sleep with your back to him anymore like you used to, instead facing his chest and burrowing into the comfort of his arms.

Bruce had learned quickly over the last week that he’d need to learn how to reassure you through his touch. Even quicker, he needed to learn when to let you go because sometimes it wasn’t Bruce’s touch you were feeling. Somewhere deep in your mind, you recognized that Batman’s touch was also Bruce’s, but it was down deep. Buried underneath only fragments of truth. It had worked out that you could ground yourself with senses Bruce didn’t share with the Batman: his cologne, warm-colored clothes, soft speaking that rivaled the Bat’s gravelly tone.

As you lay against Bruce’s chest in bed, stomach full and the evening sun peeking through partially shut curtains, you take a deep whiff from Bruce’s neck. Bruce pauses in stroking your back. You’re grounding yourself again. Something made you slip.

He waits and wonders how you’ll react.

“Bruce, I'm not stupid.”

Your declaration shocks him. He tries not to let it show, hand still hovering over your shoulder blades, “Of course you aren’t.”

Your hand clenches in the fabric of his t-shirt, and you use the leverage to push yourself up into a sitting position, face looming above his own. “No. I need you to know I’m not.”

Bruce can’t hide his frown from you now. “I know you’re not.”

A few moments pass. He tries to figure out what you’re doing, wondering where things had gone wrong. Had he said something condescending? Did something that patronized you? He hadn’t... meant to make you feel like a child, if that’s what you were referring to. His stomach twists again.

You must stare at each other forever before he realizes there are tears beading at your lash-line. His instinct—always his instinct, barely a thought to process—is to reach out and hold your face, but he has to be slow now. He raises one hand and you reach for it, threading your fingers together, and push it back down into the mattress, “I’m not stupid. I know in an hour you’re going to tell me you have to go to work, and I know where you’re going. I know that you’re... the Batman. I remember. But those nightmares… they lasted for hours. It was like he went inside my brain and tore you two apart.

“Batman had no face, no voice. He was just a monster in that suit. It felt so real every time he killed you. And I know it wasn’t real. But I… think. It’s like I have to dig through the rubble of my brain until I can prove it to myself. And I keep having to prove it to myself. I’m so tired.”

Bruce could cry, too. He was always teetering on the edge these days when he looked at you, broken and beaten down. Black tears had stained your skin the day he found you in the aftermath of Scarecrow’s experiment, and he felt a welling up within him each time that nightmare of his own replayed in his mind.

He squeezes your hand in his tight and tries to speak around the lump in his throat, “I know.”

Your first few tears turn the pale blue of his shirt grey, “I know he put Batman there for a reason. I know he put him in everyone’s fear because he’s... trying to turn the city against you, but I think it’s still haunting me because I’ve always had these nightmares. Every night when you leave me. The only thing I fear more than losing you is losing you to him. I’ve always been scared that Batman’s going to kill you.” Closing your eyes doesn’t stop the torrent of tears in the slightest, but Bruce realizes with muted horror that that’s not your intention. Not when you drop your forehead to his chest because you can’t look at him. You’re not talking to him anymore, “Please don’t take Bruce away from me.”

Thinking of Bruce and the Batman as two different people was not a foreign concept to him. As far as he was concerned, Batman was more him than Bruce Wayne ever was; all of his truth, ugly and shameful as it was, belonged to Batman. Bruce was just... a filter. And yet you loved them both until they blurred together.

All that time you’d spent matching their jagged pieces into one another, and now they were separate again. Forced apart by Crane. It almost sent him into a rage knowing that it was all by chance. Crane hadn’t known how deep these ripples would go. But now you couldn’t help but see him as the man and the monster. That side that felt so truly him now marred in your mind.

It’s all he can do to hold you tighter than he has in days. He isn’t certain you’re even listening at this point with how inconsolably you weep, so he drags you up his body until your face is pressed into the skin of his neck, inhaling and exhaling. Grounding yourself. Bruce hopes you can hear the right voice respond, “I won’t. I promise.”

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afro-hispwriter · 2 years

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Titans!Dick Grayson x reader(platonic)

Older Battinson x Reader(romantic-ish)

Summary- the real reason why Dick started hating Bruce Wayne

Warnings- past mentions of cheating, angst

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Dick has told his friends and his team why he no longer associates with the Batman. That they just disagreed on many things. But it wasn’t true. He hated Batman but he also hated Bruce, maybe even more

His hatred started at the ripe age of 17 when he walked in on his adoptive parents fighting.

Dick hanged back in the hallway to see why they were fighting.

“YOU CHEATED ON ME AND GET HER PREGNANT AND YOU EXPECT ME TO STAY WITH YOU!” She yelled and Bruce hung his head low.

“I said it was an accident.” He mumbled so low Dick could barley hear.

“An accident?” She scoffed before shoving past him, not stopping when she saw Dick. He watched her disappear into the elevator and stepped out from the hallway to catch Bruce’s eyes. He glared hard at him before stomping away to find the woman he has just started considering his mother.

When he reached the closed door he pressed his ear against the door and heard her pained sobs. He opened the door softly and saw Y/n on the floor with a suitcase in front of her.

“Y/n?” He said softly and her head shot towards him. She wiped her eyes and put on her best smile.

“Hey, you need anything?” She asked and Dick noticed her lip quiver.

“I heard what he did to you.” He said and walked over to sit next to her. “You didn’t deserve it.” He pulls her in and she relaxes in his hold.

“Dick. You know I have to go.” She said and Dick felt his heart stop.

“No-no you can’t leave.” He said and held onto her tightly.

“I can’t.” She said and pulled back to grab clothes and place it in the suitcase. Dick looked at her shocked before sighing deeply and standing up to run out of the room. He ran to his own room and grabbed a suitcase, he shoved clothes and essentials to place in it.

It was probably an hour later when Alfred came by and told Dick that Y/n wanted to see him down in the car. Alfred wasn’t shocked to see Dicks room completely empty and the suitcases by him, Y/n was the one Dick bonded with the most.

He made his way down the manor until he saw Y/n outside placing her bags in a car and Bruce trying to reason with her.

“Y/n! Don’t leave please.”

“Im not staying here.” She said and placed her last bag in the trunk before shutting it. She looked back to see Dick running towards them with two suitcases behind him and a backpack.

“Wait for me.” He said out of breath and dropped his stuff. Bruce looked at him in shock and tried to speak but she spoke first.

“Dick you can’t come with me.” She said and Bruce nodded.

“You have to stay here.” At hearing Bruce talk Dick rolled his eyes.

“You don’t get a say in this.” He seethed.

“Yes I do, Im your parent just as much as Y/n is.”

“Oh cut the bullshit you never considered me your kid just another weapon at least Y/n treats me like a human being.” Said Dick and went to open the trunk but Y/n stopped him.

“Dick, I know your mad but I can’t give you a safe life, Bruce can.” You said and pulled him in for a hug. Dick gelt emotions run through him and he hugged her back tightly.

“I don’t want a new mom.” He said and started crying. Those words made Y/n was to cry hard again.

“Y-You can always visit me, anytime you want.” She said and looked to Bruce who had red eyes and tears running down his face at the sight.

Y/n slowly pulled away and gave Dick a bug kiss on the cheek.

“Try to be good for me.” She said but Dick didn’t answer. She turned away and began walking to the drivers seat and slid in. The car turned on and she waved at Dick, then she was gone. Bruce and Dick watching her leave before Dick turned to Bruce with anger in his eyes.

“How could you, you-you asshole!” He cried and Bruce tried to reach out for him.

“Dick im sorry-.” He was cut off when he face got hit with a heavy backpack.

“Sorry? SORRY? YOU THINK SORRY IS GOING TO CUT IT, SHE LEFT US AND ITS ALL YOUR FAULT, YOU HURT HER!” He yelled and walked away, grabbing his stuff in the process. “And don’t think im going to accept your new bitch and bastard.” What he said was cruel but he was just to angry to care.

Dick sat at the cafe and waited for his adoptive mother. The memory he just went through pained his heart. He watched Y/n enter the cafe and look around for him. Dick raised his hand to call her over with a big smile.

“Hey sweetheart.” She said and welcomed him with big arms. Its been a few months since he had seen her since his move to Detroit.

“I got you your drink.” He said and they sat down. “So what did you need to tell me that made you come here all the way from Metrapolis?” Y/n took a deep breath.

“Ok Dick, don’t get mad, because I know how you can be, but.” She started and Dick furrowed his eyebrows. “Me and Bruce started talking again.” Dicks eyes then widened.

“Why would you do that? After what he did?” He said and started feeling agitated.

“Hey, I know you two had another fall out and this isn’t al all what you wanted to hear but just listen.” She said and Dick instantly sat down and clasped his hand together on the table. “We got back in contact a few weeks ago and its been good, we caught up and realized how much time we lost.”

“So whats going to happen? You’re going to get back together and let the same thing happen again.” He asked but she shook her head.

“We’re taking it slow.” Dick scoffed and leaned against the cafe chair. “But its not official, he was a kid with that woman, but now shes out of the picture. I mean part of the reason he even called was that his baby momma signed away her maternal rights and didn’t know what to do.”

“I know I was there when she turned over Damien.” It was quite after that when she spoke.

“Dick?”

“Hmm?”

“I know you’re not happy about it but can you at least try to be happy for me?” She asks and he thinks.

“Ill try, for you.” He says and take a long sip of his drink before standing up and opening his arms. Y/n stepped into them and held her son tightly.

“Okay lets stop all these emotions, I want to hear about what my detective son has been doing.” Dick pulled back and gave her a bright smile.

“So much has happened that I need to tell you.”

a/n- I started watching titans and i just couldn’t stop thinking of writing something like this

#bruce wayne x reader #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x mom reader #battinson x reader #dc titans #platonic

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batpham-discord-highlights · 11 months

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Pride Celebrations Part Two!!!🎉🌈💖

Welcome to part two: the electric boogaloo! This time we bring you prompts! We have two rounds of prompts lined up, along with this wonderful bingo sheet. Big thanks to all of our wonderful community members who pitched in to help with these prompts!!!

DP and Dc characters first meet at pride where Batman was giving out hugs.

First hero ever phantom is known to go to pride events, and that so happens to be where he meets Batman for the first time.

Dani isn’t really a girl, but they aren’t really a boy. They just, are.

Bart forgets to tell the rest of young justice that he is gay, which may have become a problem when he was caught kissing Phantom on their date

Twitter is convinced Batman is dating Clark Kent, and Bruce Wayne is dating Superman.

Ace(possibly aro) Damian trying his damndest to date and it never going well cause he doesn't know wtf is up with his own head. Him either entering a qpr with someone/s or finding someone else who is ace.

Dani ends up in Bludhaven during June. Dick spots a small, lonely girl staring around in wonder. Things happen, particularly Dad!Dick activates.

Dan and Jason meeting at an Ace support group

Danny meets Battinson at pride, but both as heroes.

Bruce's kids finding him, in a bad disguise, at Pride with a new partner they've never met.

Lawyer!Jazz meets Selina while working for a non-profit firm, and they hit it off.

Wes and Bernard meet at a conspiracy convention.

Halfa Jason au where his ghost form manifests surprisingly feminine.

Dani meets a hot girl at the skatepark.

It’s Amity’s first pride parade! It goes surprisingly well, but the justice league is called.

Amity's first Pride since the portal, and the ghosts all want to attend

The batkids only learn that Alfred is actually trans when Danny joins the household and Alfred's like “me too.”

Julia Pennyworth brings home her new girlfriend, Jazz Fenton.

Poindexter attends Pride and is finally able to feel accepted.

Katherine Kane and Sam Manson first met at a gala when it was interrupted by a rogue attack and they were the only two that did anything about it.

Tucker is the only one that can solve the Riddler’s questions. His reward is a dinner date.

Tucker goes to Gotham with one mission: get the gay Robin’s autograph. This proves harder than originally thought.

While working with Leslie Thompkins, Jazz meets Harper Row—part time doctor's assistant and part time vigilant.

Dash ends up going to Gotham U. Finally away from his dad's expectations, he lets himself explore the part of himself he had to keep buried. Dick runs into him at a gay bar and decides this obviously out of his depth guy needs support. Eventual Core Strength but only after Dick tries to help set Dash up with a date and realizes he's jealous.

A series of shenanigans where the batfam thinks that Jason is lying about having a boyfriend. Danny is a cryptid who keeps getting pulled away by either ghost king duties or general shenanigans.

#dpxdc prompts #dpxdcpride2023 #batpham server

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imagine--if · 2 years

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Could you do a short drabble/blurb that's full of fluff for Battinson? Maybe he just gets an ounce more confidence and takes the lead in telling his girl how pwetty she is 😍

A/N: Can do, enjoy!! He's so precious, I love him 🖤

Pairing: Battinson x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Fluff 🥰

Words: 234

There are still slight smudges of dark makeup around his eyes as he engulfs you in a hug, a long, shaky, relieved breath leaving him as you hug him back. The nights as Batman are needed, but they're so long when he knows you're at the Manor, waiting for him so patiently.

He pulls away enough to look at you properly, staring in lovestruck awe. You're so beautiful, so unique... Gotham doesn't deserve you. Hell, he doesn't deserve you, but here you are. Bruce has to keep going, keep living, to protect you. For you.

His hand makes its way to your face, fingers brushing your cheek so delicately, as he leans in and rests his forehead against yours, his dark gaze melting into your own.

"I missed you," Bruce admits quietly, shyly, and you smile, wrapping your arms around his neck as he continues. "You look so... angelic."

"I missed you too," you mumble back, pressing your lips against his briefly, to which he instinctively chases your lips with a soft whine.

"I can't live without you," Bruce whispers, his expression clouded with usually hidden vulnerability as his hold on you tightens desperately. "Say you'll never leave me. Please."

You run your fingers through his hair, quietly gushing him as he leans into your touch, sighing contentedly at your response as a tired smile tugs at his lips.

"I'll never leave you. Ever."

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ghostfacesvalentine · 3 days

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Comfort - Bruce Wayne x Fem!reader

Pairing: Battinson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight angst, not really, sad reader.

Type: Blurb

Request: N/A

Word Count: N/A

Prompt: Bruce kind of comforting reader after having a mood drop lol

Notes: I can’t really sleep, I’ve been having the same mood drops I thought I was over, so I just wrote this to cheer me up. If you struggle with the same thing, I hear you, here’s a little battison to hug you.

For years it seemed like it wasn’t going to get better. To say you didn’t know how to navigate through your feelings was an understatement. You weren’t really sure what was happening, or what made you feel the way you did.

Even on the best days, sometimes these mood drops were unpredictable. Suddenly the world starts to slow down and you felt like you’re just there.

It felt like it wasn’t a big deal, it was something you always experienced and you tended to deal with it by isolating yourself until you felt good enough to go back out. The last thing you wanted was to plague anyone with some kind of silly feelings that would go just as they came.

Though you felt crazy to assimilate your relationship this way, it seemed like that’s why you and Bruce got along so well. It wasn’t far fetched to wonder if he felt the same way. As your relationship developed with him, spending the night became religious. You were almost a stranger to your own apartment, finding warmth and safety in his bruised arms.

Tonight, you had the same feeling crawling into you. A bitter sting tainted your veins, spreading quickly throughout your body. It seemed like over the years your body would just succumb to the sentiment. The unease caused you to shoot up from the familiar black sheets.

Bruce was hardly a heavy sleeper, but you didn’t blame him for being a stone after the day of living a double life today. Some days it really did catch up to him, board meetings by day, beating bad guys by night.

You had the luxury of choosing the room you wanted to hide in tonight, usually it was the study. It was warm and comforting, the hug you needed tonight.

The room was dimly lit, scattered papers and book decorated the shelves and the fair sized desk. You crawled into the massive chair that hid behind the computer, bringing your legs up to your chest, layering a blanket over your body.

For one reason or another, this always seemed to be a habit of yours. If you couldn’t run away from your feelings or confront them, your mind tricked you into just going to another room. Almost as if that would solve the issue, but deep down you knew it didn’t, however it seemed like your mind didn’t know any better, did it?

Bitter thoughts galloped through you, the same feeling of defeat in hand with your despair. You loved Bruce, more than anything, but because of this you told yourself you could handle this on your own.

You hated hiding from him, hiding anything from him. All it took was his eyes meeting yours, he could get anything out of you. Looking away from him was always a dead giveaway. Your hands rubbed your arms, crossing themselves in hopes of tricking yourself that you were being hugged by anyone other than yourself. Sometimes, the feeling would just push your chest downward, almost like you were completely giving up.

A thick hand appeared on your knee, your eyes followed it back to Bruce, then looking down in shame. “I can’t sleep.” You half admitted as if he was determined to get a response as to why you disappeared from him.

Again, it was useless to try to hide anything from him, it was his literal job to put clues together. However, there was a silence that felt easy, maybe it was the way he looked at you. Without any fine lines across his brows, instead almost a pout of worry. His hand never gripping you, instead offering itself to you as a sincere gesture. After spending so much time with him, it was only a matter of time to learn a few skills from him, to study him.

You lightly rubbed your bottom lip between your teeth, pursing you lip in hopes of alleviating any lingering discomfort. Your eyes couldn’t find where to look anymore, until you felt Bruces’ arms reach down to cradle your figure.

Still unwilling to look him in the eye, you looked down to your thighs as the blanket draped itself down to the carpet floor. Feeling the softest kiss on the side of your head, you closed your eyes.

“It’s not your fault this happens sweetheart.”

He murmured into your face. His voice still sleepy yet so full of patience and warmth. Did he know? Of course he knew.

Your eyes turned to anywhere but him as he walked you back over to his inviting bed, with a messy comforter as evidence of a safe and warm place to rest. He didn’t say anything else, he didn’t need to.

His fingertips rubbed against your skin in an assuring manner. You didn’t know if you wanted to cry or just go back to bed, your eyebrows knit together in frustration with yourself.

“You mean the world to me Y/N. And it pains me to see you run and hide from me.”

There was a long pause, still being held in front of the bed, you looked down to your hands, feeling the droplets coat your cheeks. Trying not to make a sound, you tucked your lips into yourself, your eyes squeezing shut in the process as the whimpering slowly approached.

“If you need time to yourself, that’s fine, but please don’t run away.” Bruce almost begged as he slowly placed you down on the edge of the bed. Your head dropped down in defeat.

“Baby.”

You flickered your lids before looking up to him, you’ve never seen him with such concern and compassion in his eyes, all across his face. He looked like he would do anything for you right then and there. Nodding, you rubbed the back of your hand across your cheeks quickly.

“I love you, okay? Let that be clear. No matter what you’re feeling or what you’re dealing with.” Bruce’s’ hand cradled the back of your head, he slowly pulled it towards him, pressing his lips against your forehead. He stood there for a moment, closing his eyes in a silly attempt to take the sadness away.

“I love you too.” You whispered just enough for him to hear. His fingertips rubbing against your locks felt like the best way to be comforted. You couldn’t imagine a safer, most loving manner to be told you were loved and cared for.

#battinson one shot #battison x reader #battinson imagine #bruce wayne x reader #Bruce Wayne imagine #Bruce Wayne one shot

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