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[rat-cigars]

goodnight

(based around my fic Damn Bitch You Live Like This?)

(a/n: this is a lil smut drabble for if Edward and reader hadn’t fought at the party. I know it happened a while ago but enjoy this lil brain spill)

(TW: smut, AFAB!Reader, 18+, bjs y’all, virgin simp Edward Nashton )

Wc: 905

The sun was shining softly in your face as your stirred awake, turning on your side in the soft plush bed you’d slept in. Laying next to you was Edward, the night of the party was creeping back into your mind along with the headache you were growing. Lifting a hand to grab your head you noticed an unfamiliar hand laying around your waist, turning your head slightly you were able to spot the man sleeping next to you.

Edward had nuzzled himself into the back of your neck, his breaths leaving goosebumps on your skin. The events became clearer as you started to awake fully, grabbing your phone off the side of your nightstand as your mind continued.

It had been after your meeting with Bruce Wayne in the courtyard, Edward and you had decided to share some shots at the free bar. Laughing and telling each other little bits about your personal lives. As the night continued, Edward and you had become increasingly touchy with each other. Starting with ruffles of the hair, little kisses on hands, and the most daring a kiss on the cheek.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” You’d spoken up as you and Edward sat beside the pool, toes dipping into the water slightly.

“Hell yeah I do.” He laughed, loosening up quite a bit from the drinks and your talking for the past few hours.

Edward followed behind you, gently holding your hand as you lead him past the party, Ron shooting you a thumbs up as you left with Edward. You giggled at his action and you continued with Edward out into the sidewalk, hurrying home with him, gently holding your arm. His body was warm against your own and he was also allowing you to stand, stumbling with him to your apartments in a short 10 minutes.

As soon as you walked through the door of your apartment you had pulled Edward into a deep kiss, falling back into the wall beside the door. He was quick to follow your movements, gently biting your lip as he pinned your arms slightly against the wall.

“Y/n.” He spoke with a soft tone, his green eyes were glazed over with lust, matching your own.

“Yes?” You breathed out shakily.

“M-May I-“ he didn’t even get to finish his sentence as you pulled him back in.

Edwards hands trailed your body as he had released your arms against the wall, cupping your chest as you hungrily devoured his lips with kisses. This was perfect for Edward, so much so he almost came in his pants when you began to whisper sweet nothings to him, “Edward..” you would whisper into his ear, “I need you..” and that was truly all he needed before he lifted you up in adrenaline, carrying you to your couch, laying you down as he began to kiss your neck.

You gasped and moaned at his kisses, sometimes he would nip lightly at your neck as he groped your chest, gently moving the breast around. His face was flushed red and sweaty to match your own, your eyes catching each other’s as you began to pull off your outfit. Edward followed suit, but when it came to removing his boxers he was shy, not looking at you as you laid out on the couch nude before him.

“Eddy..” you cooed for him, he didn’t turn but spoke a wimpy “yeah?” out, twiddling with his thumbs.

“Come here..” he followed your instructions and slowly walked over, stopping before you, still gazing away from you.

“Look at me.” You spoke kindly, reaching to gently grab his face. He turned to you and he turned even redder, flustered at the sight of your curves and perfect proportions. You could tell he was a virgin, or at the very least inexperienced. This excited you more as you moved your hand down to the waistband of his boxers, tugging them for a moment.

“Please give it to me.. I-I promise I’ll accept you no matter what.” You spoke genuinely, you would accept him no matter what. You already could tell he was at least average, so it couldn’t be really bad. Edward melted at your words, allowing you to tug down his boxers with a nod. You quickly took him into your mouth, sitting up slightly to get a better angle as you suckled the top of his cock, looking up to watch his face. “Fuck..” was whispered under his breath multiple times. You moves along his shaft with a slick speed, encouraged by his reactions to your movement. It didn’t take too long before Edward let out a whimper and his toes curled, hand moving to hold your head in place as he released into your mouth. The thick substance coating the insides of your cheeks as you smiled up as him and swallowed happily. “Thank you..” he chuckled out breathless.

“No Edward, Thank you..” you sighed happily and led him to your room after. Continuing to engage in bursts of energetic heated sex until you both had finally passed out in the early hours of the morning. Which had lead to where you were now. Cuddling Edward, sore, and hungover.

[rat-cigars]

Impulse 

(a/n: I thought for R.Pats birthday I would do a oneshot for any of you Batman simps or anyone who wanted reader and Bruce to hook up after he walked her home. In this AU reader and Bruce are both intoxicated af so mutual pining ensues. Enjoy my attempt at some slight smut.) 

( Ps this is based around my fic, Damn bitch you livelike this? which you can find here )

(TW: Intoxication, smut 18+) 

Afab!Reader x Bruce Wayne 

Bruce did his best at helping you into your home but he wasn’t much better. Still feeling the effects of mixed drinks as he leaned against the doorframe slightly to support your body with his. “Fuck..I feel like I’m gonna be sick.” he groaned leaning his head back on the wood. 

“What? Can’t handle a few drinks?” You chuckled, teasing him as you stumbled off your heels and removed the white coat you had worn. He rolled his eyes at the comment and shook his head, 

“You’re one to talk.” Bruce moved from the frame and shut the door behind him, heading to sit on the brown couch in the middle of your living room. “Whatever, I didn’t ask you to take me home.” You remarked grabbing the pillow up from beside him and replacing it with your body. Bruce didn’t look at you at a soft pink pooled at his cheeks. 

You noticed and snickered a little, had you really made him do that? Cause the rose shade to rise under his skin? You were cut short in your thoughts when you noticed Bruce was now looking back up at you while you studied his features. “What?” He furrowed his brows. “You have the prettiest eyes..” the words seemed to slip past your lips before you could even do anything to stop it. It took you a moment and Bruce sitting up on the sofa for you to fully comprehend what you had just said to him. “Shit. Uh” you stuttered, now becoming the flustered one in the situation. 

You tried to conjure an excuse for the comment, looking at the floor but you heard.. Bruce Wayne laughing? You looked at him and he was smirking, “Looks like you really can’t handle your drinks.” He teased you. You playfully threw the pillow on the couch at him and laughed at his remark. It was odd seeing this side of Bruce Wayne. In fact you’d never seen him smile, you couldn’t remember at least. 

Bruce had caught the pillow and threw it right back at you, hitting the side of your face softly. “You asshole!” You laughed and leaned over starting to playfully push him. But as you leaned in he had also leaned in at the same time to grab the pillow again. 

Your heads bonked together and you two stopped for a moment looking at each other and holding your head slightly.

 It wasn’t a hard bump but it still hurt you guys a little. That's when you broke into a laughter with Bruce, too drunk to even care about the pain on your respective bumped heads. The shared moment soon died down from laughter to a different kind of mood as your faces were still close. Starting to relax you had both been able to study each other’s faces. Bruce noticed how your lipgloss had smudged, and the shimmer of glitter in the corners of your eyes. You noticed how stubble had formed around his jaw and his deep set eyes. The way his hair flopped slightly in front of his face. 

This was cut short with a sudden yet passionate kiss between you. It wasn’t clear who had initially started it but that didn’t matter anyway. His mouth was soft, plush and you never wanted to stop this. You set your hands on his rough jawline, pulling him closer. 

“Bruce..” you whispered between kisses. “Stay with me..” you whispered as his teeth gently bit down on your bottom lip, causing a gasp to slip from your mouth. 

Those sounds must’ve caused an array of emotions for him as he immediately understood what you’d meant. He leaned down and scooped you into his arms, princess style. You wrapped your arms around his neck holding onto him lazily. “You do this to every girl you walk home?” You snickered but stopped as he gently tossed you into your bed. “Only this time.” He chuckled and then leaned back in to continue your actions from before. You gently pulled his hair from the back as he loomed over you, nearly twice your size in muscle alone. “I didn’t know you were so jacked..” you smirked and ran your hands over his still clothes body.

 “I didn’t think you got out much..” you whispered and reached to his buttons undoing the top few. “I have a lot of free time.” He teased and finished removing his top, revealing the intensity of his curved arms. “Wow..” you smiled looking at his rippling chest, pulling him in deep again. Little gasps and moans were being choked out between the heated kisses. You leaned into the kiss as you removed your own outfit, throwing the top to the side of the room. Bruce stared at your bare chest for a moment and then gently put one of your breasts in his hands, the rough pads of his fingers starting to work the plush flesh around. You shivered with  the contact watching him touch you was nearly enough to make you go crazy with ecstasy. 

“Bruce please..” you groaned, tugging at his pants. “I-I wanna..” you trailed off at the end but he still got the idea. Since he had been so kind to oblige you went to move your own skirt and panties off, spreading your legs for him to fully take you in. As he started to lower his boxers he had spoken something to you, but you hadn’t really caught it. “What?” You asked him to repeat. Bruce opened his mouth, his hands still tugging the boxers down, about to reveal himself. But the noise that came out was another shrieking bell.

You jolted awake, still in the same outfit and alone in your apartment. “Fuuuuck..” you groaned and laid back down trying to get back to your dream.

[rat-cigars]

Damn bitch you live like this?

(a/n: I don’t know how to properly switch povs lmao. But this is the meeting from chapter 1 from his POV. It’s not just gonna be the meeting but I will be adding on some more set up for both of these losers <3)

(TW: blood, fr religious stuff this time, stalking)

NO SPOILERS IN THIS CHAPTER

Afab!reader (she/her) pronouns

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Chapter 2: A box of magazines

The ground was wet with a few puddles on the sidewalks and streets of Gotham, as it had just rained only a few hours ago. The clouds loomed over the city as he made his way to the neon red sign outside the brick walls of the hotel. “The Redroom Inn” he said aloud, his voice nearly cracking a chuckle at the end.

How ironic. he mused walking closer to the tall building. He looked down at the ground as he walked, nearly bumping into an old man who was walking the opposite way. There was a small pavilion right outside the glass front doors, and he was thankful for that as it started to drizzle about 5 minutes away from the building. Edward grabbed his glasses quickly, shoving them in his pocket as he speed walked to the dark pavilion. Finally underneath the cover he had used his undershirt to dry them before finally turning to walk in. Taking a deep breath he calmed himself looking at his shaking hands. Edward couldn’t help but grin at the thought of well, you. 

He had prepared for this moment, the moment that you would finally meet him. But of course he’d already met you. Edward had spent weeks studying you after your chance sighting at the local library. 

You had been looking through the magazine section, selecting a nice box full and you walked to the library counter setting the box down. “This is all I think I’m gonna need for the week, not too many people check in there nowadays..” you had sighed clearly a little stressed. “Well dear you can always come here if you need anything.” The elderly woman, Wanda, said from behind the desk. You smiled at her nodding. “Tell you what, hun.” She started again. “Why don’t you take some of our old magazines to keep?” 

She stood leading you towards the back area. “Oh my god, Wanda!” You were taken aback. “I-I couldn’t..-``You were cut off by Wanda taking the box from the desk. “It’s no trouble dear, these were going to recycle anyway.” She said and you finally agreed to let her give you some magazines. 

You set your bag and keys into wanda's chair and pushed it in to keep anyone from noticing it. But he noticed while watching you guys speak. He was hidden somewhat behind a shelf, pretending to browse as you walked past him. Edward couldn’t help but feel your eyes on him and he looked up, catching your eyes. 

He was instantly lost in them, watching your pupils dilate in seemingly slow motion. He hadn’t even noticed his mouth had slightly opened. You gave him a smile and.. and what was this? He thought. Is she blushing? He almost melted on the spot realizing you had matched his pink tinted cheeks. Ed knew then he had to know you. 

He went into the bag you’d left and after that it was done for. He had looked up all your social media, background checks, even taping your phone. This was all to keep you safe of course and Edward now stood only a few feet away from the entrance to your work. 

When you first looked up from your desk he felt like he could die, looking right back at his newest enthrallment. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from cracking a huge grin, blood slightly tainted his taste buds. After he had walked up and began talking to you he was in heaven. You were Edwards highest power, his most beautiful hobby. This would come to a halt though when the credit card incident came up. He was instantly on edge stressing that maybe you’d remember him or realize his card story was bullshit. Then when you asked the question: “Is EN a girlfriend?” Ed could feel his face heat up. After a stutter yes back answer and a lie about a brother he had seemed to fool you. Even worrying you into thinking you offended him! But you could never, you were his goddess on earth. 

Once you had started to take him to his room he couldn’t help but repeat your name in his mind. It sounded so delicate and so sweet. He couldn’t help but think of how you’d called him “Mr. Parker.” 

Edward was soon pulled from his thoughts when you’d stopped him and asked to start over. He was delighted to see you cared somewhat about what he thought. Even after you had left he couldn’t help but smile to himself in the new hotel room he would be staying at. Laying on the dirty bed Edward sprawled out relaxing as he fell asleep. It was late anyway, and he'd been so excited the day before the adrenaline was dying down. 

(a/n: sorry its a little short im still setting up for the main plot right now. hope you guys like it!)

[rat-cigars]

Damn Bitch You live like this?

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(a/n: hey y’all. I hope you’re enjoying it now that we’re picking up speed. Please be mindful of trigger warnings and always take care. 18+ smut)

**Edward POV)

*Reader POV)

(TW:voyerism, incel shit, kidnapping, blood, violence, ughh knife )

Wc: 1236

Possible Spoilers in this chapter

Afab!Reader (she/her) pronouns

Chapter 20: Panels

**Edward was absolutely giddy once again, dressed in his costume he had led you to the tapestry and the chairs he had set up earlier. The chain was attached to his chair and he sat beside you. “What the hell is this?” You had snapped at him, but he paid no mind to the question, moving some hair from your face. Then he rose from the chair, hitting the button on his camera, beginning one of his infamous livestreams.

You shot Edward nothing but cold scowls as he moved around the room, but he ignored this and opened his mouth, using a voice filter. “Hey guys, I have a bit of a surprise today.” He laughed and motioned to you. “I have a guest, you all know her, and love her.” Ed continued, “y/n!” He squealed and looked to reach the reactions from his 300 viewers.

Hearts and positive comments poured from the screen and he was joyous at the responses. You had looked down, doing your best to hide your teary eyes from him and the camera. “Yes, we met not too long ago! She practically begged me to stay with her.” Edward laughed at the words spewing from his mouth. You had no reaction to his words but the disgust you’d felt.

Edward took notice of your expression twitching and turned from the camera, lifting your chin with his leather hand. “Honey? Are you feeling alright?” He cooed quietly, his focus completely on you. You nodded, scared to speak my negativity to him. “I-I’m fine..” you choked out and he released your chin returning back to the camera.

*For what seemed like 3 hours he ranted over something about corruption, but you didn’t really pay attention. Your mind was elsewhere as you looked around the room, trying to locate possible exits or weak points in the apartments set up. But unfortunately he had taken the extra care to partially block out some of the windows with wood panels.

You only turned your attention to him when you felt his green eyes watching you. “Darling.. why don’t we..” he leaned closer, “consummate our relationship.” He smirked at you, feeling your sickness building again. Panic started to fill you as he stood, gently rubbing your shoulders. You had turned away from him and the audience behind the camera's lens, not wanting to show how truly scared you felt.

He was quick to correct this choice and jerked your head to face the camera, cooing over how beautiful you looked in this dress. How he had been waiting for weeks to do this. It infuriated you how helpless you felt, but maybe you could get through this.

Edward moved his hands from your face back down to the dress, playing with the skirt's hem and looking at you. “I do wish you were more willing..” he sighed. You silently looked into his eyes, trying to see past his mask. “You don’t have to do this..” you whispered and slowly lifted your hand to cup his face.

But he grabbed your wrist, painfully gripping as you had raised it. “Don’t talk down to me.” He hissed and shoved your hand away, finally digging his hand under your skirt. You winced as his covered hands started to trace little circles on your thighs, giggling to himself about how soft they were.

“Look!” He laughed and forced your legs open, showing the shorts you were wearing underneath, and thank god for them. He poured a little and with a huff stood, looking at your figure in the chair.

“She came a little too prepared.” He teased the audience, pulling a knife out of his back pocket, showing it off to the camera and you. “Ed-“ you began, but you were quickly shut down as he had grabbed tape without you noticing, shoving it crudely over your mouth he smiled kissing your forehead as you began to struggle more. “No No This won’t work..” he sighed as he pulled back from you.

Edward set down the knife he had in his hands and began to tape your legs open, binding them to the chairs legs. As for your arms he just simply tied them behind your back, rendering you immobile and unable to fight his advances. As well as giving his audience the show he had been waiting so patiently to give them. “That’s better.” Edward grinned, pleased with his work.

He began teasing you with the knife, tracing the outside of your face with the full side of the blade. You couldn’t help but sob and wince, doing your best to move away from him. After a bit of crying from you he decided to move down to his real prize.

With a quick cut he ripped the dress's skirt, ripping it open to expose your shorts and tank top. Cutting off the rest of the fabric was quick work for him and he had planned this a while ago, giving him time to place the cuts exactly. He salivated as he moved to finally cut down your final layers, your top was first to go with him turning pink upon seeing your exposed chest.

Luckily he covered you instantly seemingly flustered, shutting off his camera he rushed to cover you with the tapestry he had hanging. “Fuck!” He groaned and roughly picked you up, throwing you back into the small closet area.

This outburst had been more than enough to make you curl up into a ball and sob. But you were grateful he had chosen to stop there, he didn’t seem like he had prepared himself for what he was doing.

The few days after were mostly a blur due to him drugging the water he had originally left for you, and it had been sure to keep you out over the long days and nights. You would dream of being home, going to see Ron at work, really everything. Hell you even missed Bruce and his room for you right now. You thought of the large bed he made for you, the way he had waited for you to wake after getting attacked. It was enough to intensify your sobs and screams of anguish. You missed just everything normal.

This nightmare had somehow gotten worse and you figured you were going to rot here, alone in this apartment closet. You had given up most of your hope throughout the days you’d managed to be awake, never responding to Edward even when he would come to see you. Lucky for you, Batman had taken notice of your disappearance, and he had been searching throughout the long nights, listening and watching for any signs of you.

[rat-cigars]

Damn Bitch you live like this?

(a/n: sorry last chapter was a little shorter, this one will be somewhat of a 2-parter in 1 chapter. I will be switching between POVs, but i don't really wanna do the typical format so i'll highlight the beginning of edwards part in green, if you have color disabled, i'll add an asterisk as well. Ps i will be putting a little smut in here eventually) 

*= Edward POV)

**= Reader POV)

(TW: religious images, blood mention, mention of catcalling, stalking thoughts ig)

No Spoilers in this chapter

Afab!Reader (she/her) pronouns

WC:1325

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Chapter 4: The Hose

**There you were, entranced by the smell of burnt cedarwood, and a twinge of musk. It wasn't bad, in fact it smelled quite pleasant to your senses. The moonlight illuminates the unknown figure, standing upon the stage. Their arms and hands were stretched out in an ‘as above, so below’ pose, yet the stranger was faceless.

 Before you could reach them you were thrown out of your dream by a blaring ring from your phone's alarm. Groaning you sat up and got ready for work, it was extremely late as you got ready. 

Unfortunately your shift did start at 1:00 am in the dead of the night.

Deciding that you would be bold after your dream, you got a little more dressed up, even putting on a little more makeup than usual. Heading out you grabbed your small casing of pepper spray, secured in a small pouch for you to easily access.

 Luckily you still hadn't had to use it yet and with your luck it might even continue going unused. You checked your phone's clock and headed out to the hotel, arriving a few minutes late due to the rain. “Hey, Sorry about that, the weather outside is kind of shit..” you sighed but Ron nodded, “Alright, I got a few big parties coming in tonight so I'll need you to set up the indoor side of the courtyard for public use. It's just gonna be a general mixer, a few old friends of mine are even gonna stop by.” He sounded downright giddy about the event. It made you happy seeing him get excited,

 “I'll be right on it, Ron.” you smiled and went to the backroom setting down your bag and the big fluffy red jacket you'd worn on the walk over. 

As you set up the courtyards inside you spotted Patrick. Your heart fluttered lightly seeing him walk down the hallway, coming your way.

 He seemed to notice you too. His eyes once again caught yours and you suddenly felt like your face was heating up. 

“H-Hey!” you waved over to him, smiling fondly. “Hey.” he replied with a smile tugging on his lips once more. 

You set down the bundle of tablecloths you had recently grabbed on the ground as he walked closer. “What are you up to?” he offered to fill the silence. “Oh Just setting up for a mixer at the courtyard tonight.” You replied and started to lead him through the area. 

“ Is that why you're so dressed up?” he smirked, however he didn't look at you. You were feeling the heat on your face again and giggled, “Oh you're teasing me now?”.

 He shrugged, “maybe a little.” you rolled your eyes at his response and got an idea, “Well.. I mean that's just one of the reasons.” you smirked right back to him. You watched his face lose some of his cool guy composure and turn pink like yours; however your pride was short-lived as you started to fall, tripping over the unkept hose you'd left out. 

*It was almost perfect the way it happened. Edward had been walking to go pick up some food, since he needed to eat sometimes, but on this rare occasion he had run into you. 

You'd called for him over in the hallway, more dressed up than usual. Ed made a mental note on the makeup, seeing how it framed your natural beauty, mixing with the colorful pop of blue in the corners of your eyes.

Once again he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep his cool demeanor. When you had mentioned the mixer, Ed had seen it as a perfect opportunity to be bold, commenting on your look in a playful manner.

 He loved watching you become flustered at his comment, but much like you his pride was also short lived.

 As you teased him back he bit his cheek a little harder tasting a slight iron from his attempt at holding back. But then it finally happened, in the midst of you looking at him, you had tripped over the hose. 

Edward wasn't the fastest but he was quick enough to reachout, his body almost reacting on its own as he started to wrap his hand around your waist, stopping your fall as you had reached back up and wrapped your arms around him as well. 

For a moment, everything had moved in slow motion, but now it had screeched to a halt. Edward couldn't believe he was holding you, his goddess.. The main reason he was even here to begin with. He wanted to thank whatever holy power had allowed him to share this moment with you. “i-I, uh.. Mm” were the only soft noises that escaped his mouth.

 You were looking up to him, your eyes seemed glazed over. Ed wanted to stay in this moment forever but he couldn't, and soon enough it was over as you had regained some composure. 

“Thank you, Mr.Parker..” you didn't look at him, nor did either of you realize the arms still mutually wrapped around your bodies. He couldn't help but squeak out a “Anytime..y/n...” 

Edward wanted so badly to tell you how much more he could do. How he could do this forever. Protect you. He already had been in his own twisted way, whether it was the cameras in your apartment or the way he would follow behind you as you walked home.

 He hated hearing the names the men in the streets would call you. But Edward knew they would soon regret their choices, as he would follow them later on and well.. Take care of them. But you had been none the wiser, not even noticing they were gone, and no one else would either.

Snapped from his own thoughts you had started to drop your arms off from around him, your face was pink. 

**“I-I have to go..” you had said quickly before rushing towards the backroom that held your bag. Just wanting to hide away from embarrassment.  If Patrick didn't know you were interested before he knew now, you were sure of it. 

However you hadn't picked up on his own insecurity about your situation. Hiding under the desk you pulled out your phone and after checking the time you sighed, it was getting closer to the party time.

About to get up you were startled to hear Ron from above the desk, “You okay?” he asked and walked around, watching you crawl out from under. “Yeah, I think I made a mistake..” you looked down at your feet ashamed.

 “I think I like the new tenant..” you barely mumbled. “What?” Ron asked, not quite hearing you. “I uh.. I think I like the new tenant..” and with that he nodded, “Well, tonights the perfect opportunity to talk to him more, and if nothing happens between you, so what?” Ron raised his shoulders in a shrug. “He'll only be here for a few weeks.” 

You smiled listening to him and agreed. He was right. I mean, What could go wrong? “I'll formally invite him tonight, formally.” You had hinted at it before in the courtyard but after your moment you felt you needed to be more direct.

Fuck it, Lets see where this goes. 

[rat-cigars]

Damn Bitch You live like this?

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(a/n: I hope y’all love it still. This chapter is gonna be some fluff and a bit of a time jump. Edward becomes more and more enthralled with you and Bruce is up to some of his own stuff. Who knows u might even see Batman? 18+) 

(TW: incel, chemicals, robbery, fighting, boner alert,)

**Edward POV)

*Reader POV)

Wc: 1375

Possible Spoilers in this chapter 

Afab!Reader (she/her) pronouns

Chapter 12: Boner alert

**Edward laughed at your comment, feeling quite giddy about the whole situation now. When he had first reached for the door he was terrified of how you’d react. Would you cower in disgust, or feel uncomfortable? 

The ideas flooded Ed’s mind when he had opened it. But to his surprise you hadn’t been grossed out, just teasing him playfully. Causing him to become a little bashful and pink faced. 

You wandered over to the bed closest to the window looking out through the curtains. Stumbling behind you he was curious if you had noticed his shrine. Oh shit his shrine. His heart plopped to his ass as he quickly stumbled to get the photos on his desk. He also grabbed the journals, shoving them all into the bottom drawer. Luckily you had been too entangled with the bright city lights to notice him.

 “Isn’t it beautiful Eddie?” 

You turned to him, a halo forming behind your head from the city lights. Stunned by the beautiful image he stood with his mouth agape, struggling to speak. You had seemed to notice and smiled warmly to him, finally choking out a small agreement. 

Edward stumbled to your side, gently setting himself on the bed behind you. “This city’s a wasteland.. the only ones who thrive are the big wig billionaires.” He sighed, hating that you seemed to forget the horrible things that had happened in your past. 

“That’s not true.” You remarked back, getting up from the window and walking to sit next to him. “Why not?” He furrowed his brows, beginning to get a twinge of annoyance. 

“Well,” you started with a soft tone, gazing into his eyes. “Ron’s able to thrive, he loves this job. He works hard and he’s been able to have a happy life with his wife and kids. He’s a kind, genuine soul and he’s always helpful. He thrives not only financially but also in his own personal life.” 

You smiled. Edward couldn’t help but look away feeling ashamed, because ultimately you were right. But Ron was a one in a million case. He sighed, running a hand through his hair and adjusted his clear big frames. “I guess.. but.. what about the common people though?” 

He raised a brow. “Well I’ve been able to do just fine. College degree, apartment. Plus the hotel isn’t too bad, the worst part is just the walks to and from work.” You chuckled. 

“I’m not exactly thriving yet but I think that if I work hard I could get out of here.” You smiled. 

Edward groaned a little annoyed you were right. You were so hopeful, so blinded. “I think that the city is starting to heal in small ways..” you shrugged.

 “The Batman seems to be helping quite a bit.” You smiled fondly at the thought of the vigilante. Surprisingly Edward had to agree, They did share the same goals after all.

 Though Edward could never do the damage that Batman could. 

He was lanky, minimal muscle, but he wouldn't need to fight. Hopefully he and the bat could work together as a mix of brains and brawn.

 “I wonder who he even is.” you giggled. “Eh, who knows.” Edward wasn't as concerned with who he really was, because it didn't matter. Batman was the one with the power and fear, he'd shown his ability to fight and take down anyone who wronged the common people of Gotham. You relaxed back on his bed for a moment, calling his name as you held your arms open. 

*Pulling him down to you, you leaned up and caught hip pale pink lips on yours. They were chapped, as per usual and you could feel the grin forming on his lips.

You pulled away but only for a moment to gaze into his eyes, then the both of you continued, your cheeks flushing to a matching shade of pink. 

You smiled as you crawled up to get more into the bed, pulling him with you. Bodies collided momentarily as he had lost his grip to keep steady above you. You squealed as you felt something.. Hard. Oh god, you couldn't have.. You ignored it but knew that you'd caused this excitement.

Continuing to trail your hands on each other's bodies, you finally stopped when he let out a choked grunt and then turned bright red, realizing what had happened. The shocked gasp that escaped your throat seemed to be a natural reaction, unsure how you had caused him to well.. Yknow. The thoughts were cut short by Edward laughing nervously and springing away from you.

 “I uh.. I think you should go..” He looked down ashamed. But understanding why, you had no issue obliging. You couldnt fuck him yet, you barely knew the man still. You sighed and nodded, grabbing your bag and hurrying out, embarrassed for yourself. 

The Flashes of white once again shocked you as you suddenly recalled why you had rushed there in the first place. Running down the hall towards the stairs you leapt down them in a panic, nearly breaking your heels as you rushed. 

It was a fast run down to the lobby and Ron was behind the counter, the phones seemed to be an alarm, constantly ringing out. The doors behind you flung open and once again the voices yelled their questions at you, once again disorienting you. Running past Ron you stopped in front of the glass doors, there were even more outside. The lights were blinding and you were in no mood or condition to be swarmed. Suddenly there was an arm around you and the voices started to yell even louder, and you heard it. 

“Batman!” The reporter called, “What do you have to say about the most recent Maroni Bust?” They called but he was quiet. Face stern and guiding you with his cape covering you slightly from the cameras.

 Luckily his presence alone seemed to keep a distance between you and the hordes of chaos. You were on auto-pilot at this point, just moving with his assistance.

Staring blankly at the ground as you walked. There was a large black SUV outside of the hotel's valet area, and there was a gentleman waiting outside by the backseats door. “Bruce Wayne has offered you a room at his manor for the night, in light of recent events he sent his apologies.”

 Batman spoke in a low growl, only loud enough for you to hear. “Why is he doing this?” You questioned, raising a brow as you studied his features.

“It's not safe for you to be going home tonight, especially not alone. He would like to offer a place away from the paparazzi and would like to speak with you.” He looked at the older man beside the door. 

You sighed and nodded, “I just want this night to end..” Groaning and rubbing your temples. “Nothing happened.. He was just being friendly I guess..” Batman nodded and spoke to the gentleman, “Alfred I trust you'll see her to the manor?” The old man nodded and turned to speak to you as Batman walked away. “Miss y/n, We are terribly sorry for the media's behavior. It's not often Master Bruce is seen out, and especially not with a girl.” 

He chuckled, but he was genuine with his words. You chuckled, it reminded you of Ron in a way.

“Thank you guys, I appreciate it.” You smiled and got into the car driving back with alfred. You made small talk on the way home and explained the full situation to him, but luckily he was caught up for the most part. Making your way towards the gate, he punched in a code and you began to drive to the giant mansion.

[rat-cigars]

Damn Bitch You live like this?

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(TW: incel creepshot, yall prolly gonna be gettin a lil freaky, blood, religious themes, )

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*Reader POV)

Wc: 1241

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Chapter 9: Notifications

**He couldn’t believe what he was hearing as he walked down the long walkway. No way you had just confirmed your attraction towards him. He was silent and slow, taking as long as he could to reach the opening of the hall and lead out into the lobby. He had texted you this morning super early, just apologizing again and asking to get a chance to talk to you.

Worried he had ruined his fair chance with you, he had been stressing about your non-existent reply earlier when he headed down to go get some lunch. Ron and Wanda had noticed him first cutting their laughter short and turning everyone in the room a shade of pink. He stood with his mouth agape, shocked you still wanted to see him. Even more shocked you had admitted your attraction towards his physical appearance.

He tried to speak but only a mix of stutters and choked sounds managed their way out of his throat. You spoke once again, clearly flustered, you'd been caught red handed. “U-Uh.. Hey..” you chuckled shyly looking away at the ground. “Didn’t expect to see you around..” you mumbled.

“I was just heading to get some, Um lunch..” he managed. “C-Cool.. I'm sorry if- '' you began to stutter out nervously attaching your arm. But that’s when he cut you off with a hand gently reaching to hold your shoulder, much different than the night before. 

You shuttered a little at the sudden contact between your bodies. The grin that formed on his lips was very subtle but it was crystal clear to you. “It's fine, I don't mind.” He said shyly not meeting your gaze. You had a soft look on your face, watching him as you suddenly leaned in, and Edward did the same. 

*Feeling the chapped lips meet against yours you closed your eyes, nearly melting in his arms right there. Luckily, the lobby was empty luckily, with few guests staying at the hotel. 

The feeling that had burned in the pit of your stomach began to rise, wrapping your arm around his neck gently. You could taste the salt that rimmed his upper lip, mixed with hints of cheap aftershave.

He leaned in just as you did, gently grazing down your body to hold your waist. Finally after what seemed like an eternity you pulled away, staring into his deep green eyes. 

There was a flicker of passion in them.

A feeling of warmth wrapped your body but the moment was cut short by him dropping you from his arms.

 Letting you freefall as your butt hit the ground, a little confused by his reactions. He stared blankly in your general direction with a glazed look before realizing what he did. “Shit.”

He said in a high pitch squeak, quickly helping you back up to your feet. You held his arms, grateful for his help.

 “Ed-Edward..” you said his name tenderly, avoiding eye contact again. “I-I..” you struggled but eventually composed yourself. “I really like you but.. I know nothing about you. I mean shit, you're staying here under a fake name. Plus your check out is at the end of the month and-” He listened intently before looking down away from your gaze now.

 “I understand.. Girls like you would never go out with me..” He sighed tears prodding his eyelids. You felt broke seeing him on the edge of crying and then gently grabbed his hand. “Edward.. I'm not saying no. I'm saying I need to really know you. I need to be able to trust you fully.” You whispered kindly for only him to hear. 

“Does that mean..?” He raised a brow before you smiled and he finally looked at you again. “I'm giving you a chance.. But I don't want a repeat of last night. Like seriously..” you sighed. “But i wanna give us a try.” You were so genuine with a light behind your eyes as you spoke to him. He nodded and you lifted your hand to fix his crooked glasses. “Can we start tonight..?” he said it so quiet you almost missed it. You giggled at his words and nodded. “Of course.. After I get off we can go out for drinks and a movie if you want.” He smiled at your reply and with that you said your farewells. 

While walking away Ron and Wanda came out grinning so wide you were worried they would tear their cheeks. 

“I don't even wanna hear it guys.” You teased them and wandered to go clean some of the empty rooms, just trying to keep busy until tonight.  

Around 6:30 pm after what seemed like hours of cleaning, wandering around, and relentless boredom, you finally went to your bag in the backroom finally deciding to check the mystery texts. You flicked your phone open and wandered towards your jacket, opening the small chat icon on the bottom of the screen. 

7 missed calls

2 unread text messages

Flicking open the call log you saw what seemed to be Edward's number. It had “Parker Patrick” listed as the caller ID which made you roll your eyes. “He even lies to AT&T..” you sighed and then flicked to his message, reading the 2 paragraph apology he sent and then the one text after. The text under the large bubble was asking if you were okay, sent earlier this morning. 

You smirked and decided to text him for a fresh conversation, seeing as you'd already forgiven him. 

Hey Ed, it's me, y/n.

I'm heading home to change and then we can meet back at the hotel? :)

He replied so fast your screen was still open when he sent it. 

sounds gr8

Text me when ur heading this way <3

Be safe :) 

You walked out after replying to his message with a thumbs up, and headed home changing into a casual crop and jeans. The makeup on your face was still minimal, not out of pride or anything. 

But to put it plainly, you were lazy and liked to sleep in. You sat on the brown couch in your living room seeing there was still a half hour before you needed to head down. Grabbing the phone again you saw the chat bubble icon with a notification still on it.

 Even though you had already replied to edward, both times you texted. But as you opened the app your heart skipped a beat, watching the caller ID pull up.

“No fucking way..”

Bruce Wayne: Hi. Checking in on you.

It was clear as day that it was him, the message stayed open as you struggled to find a reply. Did you even need one? He was just being nice anyway. You closed the phone, grabbing your jacket to head out early. 

[rat-cigars]

Damn Bitch You live like this?

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(a/n: hey y'all, just wanted to clarify that ed was not drugged. He's just a big lightweight. Gonna be some more into into mc and i hope you enjoy this chapter <3 as always be mindful of TWs and take care of yourself. 18+ pls ngl, probably my worst chapter so far) 

(TW: drinking, partying, paparazzi baby ,)

Wc: 1308 

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Chapter 11: A late visit

*As you made your way to the dancefloor you could feel Edwards eyes on you. You loved the way his green eyes trailed after your body. Swinging your hips, you entered the edge of the crowd and found a small group of some girls, who invited you to dance with them. 

Feeling the eyes still burning into the back of your head you decided to oblige and started to move your body for him. It wasn't hard to get Edward excited, plus you loved the idea of him staring you down. 

“Hey! Aren't you that host from the Redroom?” One of the women called, catching your attention. You looked at the woman and noticed her silky platinum long hair and the sash that was draped around her chest to show she was a bride to be. You hadn't even seen the other girls who wore matching pink pins. “Yeah! And congratulations!” you laughed feeling put in the spotlight.

 “ That's my date over there, ain't he a peach.” you slurred with a smug laugh. The ladies turned their attention to the bar calling him a gentleman in a teasing tone. You guys couldn't help but giggle amongst yourselves.

 That's when the attention turned back to the bride.  The woman nodded and lifted her drink up a little. 

“Last night of freedom!” she declared and the group busted out in laughter with you joining in once more. You all had regained a little composure and that's when the girl beside you leaned in, 

“We were hoping to get to meet Bruce Wayne.” She said in a giggle and you nodded, feeling a little blind sided. “Tonight..?” 

They were so wasted, you could show them Ron and they'd probably believe it. But still, how did they know he had been there? Like she had read you mind the girl leaned back in again and spoke

 “Put it under Mary Lewan.” 

You felt a cold spike rise in your stomach, that was the name used for top paying clients at the lounge. “Of course, I can get it set up later.” You chuckled nervously. Talking over the smaller details with her, you hadn't noticed the figure walking towards you.

 But while in the middle of confirming her number she suddenly gasped and brought her hand over her mouth. You moved your eyes to where hers were and your heart dropped. “B-Bruce?” You choked out, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights. 

“y/n.” He offered back dryly. “What are..” You trailed off seeing the crowd had gone quieter in the wake of his arrival. He watched your brows furrow and you ran a hand down the side of your left arm. “Let's continue this elsewhere?” you mumbled out to him. You felt like you were sobering up with the embarrassment he had caused you.

He nodded and followed you towards the back exit, leaning in to be more quiet and hopefully draw less attention, you almost whispered, “Bruce, is this because I didn't text you back.” 

You teased him . Bruce stared back at you, his deadpan face moved to a smile for a moment, snickering? It was weird to see him make the noise, breaking his serious facade. “Of course, can I not check in?” Bruised replied coolly. “You do this to every girl you walk home?” you sneered back. “ Show up while they're out on a date? Kinda stalkerish.” you joked, and then your eyes widened.

“Oh shit.” You muttered, before Bruce even had a chance to reply, you were scurrying back to the bar seeing Edward blinking his eyes awake, the side of his face a little crimson from laying on the countertop. 

“Eddy?” You mused gently tapping him awake fully. “I-Im sorry..” he mumbled. “I don't usually drink this much..” he groaned, pinching his eyes shut and leaned into your arms. 

You stared at his brown sandy locks laying messily across the top of his head. “You're back!” Edward squeaked into your shoulder, glasses falling at an angle when he gazed at you. “Did you have fun..” He mumbled with a goofy grin on his flushed face. “Of course I did.” You cooed, holding his arm gently as you stood. 

“Are you ready to get out of here?” He questioned, holding you back as he struggled off the stool. “Yeah, let's blow this place.” you chuckled. Looking around for Bruce you saw he had left, probably after you'd ran over to see Edward again.

The two of you stumbled out and as you came out you were met with a few bright flashes, blind you for a moment. Instinctively raising your hands to cover your face from the flashes of white. 

“Miss! What can you tell us about Bruce Wayne?!” 

A distorted voice called, catching Edwards attention immediately. He stiffened up, seeming to sober up at the name. 

You blinked slowly trying to compose yourself. You jerked your head when another voice called out, “Are you and Bruce Wayne in a relationship!?” The chaos that followed from the lounge to the hotel was a blurry memory. Edward had been silent after the first reporter's question, deep in thought his face twisted with a sour emotion. 

You both ran back and then hid in the elevator shaft as Ron was there. He had seen the information on the News, your talk with Bruce must've been observed. There were photos of you and him, focusing especially on how you had leaned in to talk. 

Tears swelled at your eyes, from embarrassment or guilt you didn't know. “Holy shit..” You cried softly seeing the headlines glaring off the screen. Ron had been the one to push you and Ed to the elevators before the cameras had a chance to spot you again. 

Once in the shaft, the only sounds were the soft pattering of tears falling down. This couldn't be happening.. 

Thats when Edward set his hand over yours again and gently squeezed it. Your heart fluttered at the contact.

 “I'm sorry Bruce showed up.” You groaned, the tears slowly stopped, just becoming frustrated now. “I don't even know how he knew I was there.” You sighed, lifting your hand to your face. “It's okay,” He muttered. “It's not your fault the guys a creep.” He cackled and then looked at your lips. “I can't say I blame him either..” He whispered and planted his lips on yours for a blissful moment. 

Pulling away you looked up to him with a look of adoration in your eyes. “Edward..” you turned away, bashful from his comment. “Thank you,” You snickered with him, holding his hand as you walked towards his room.

He seemed a little nervous, letting out a shaky breath when he opened the door. You walked to the door frame and looked into the room. It had been worse than before he moved in. 

The walls are now adorned with tapestries and random clippings from the newspaper. You couldn't make out any of the articles that littered the walls, your eyes refusing to focus. Shifting your gaze to look at the actual furniture you caught the destroyed computer, a number of broken phones, and the shabby chair he had brought with him. You couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

Deciding to tease him, breaking up the tension from the elevator. You smirked and sneered out a slurred, “Damn Bitch you live like this?”

[rat-cigars]

Damn Bitch You live like this?

(a/n: okay they pull up. Yoo we making it wild in here, big things are a foot. Edward isnt in this one as much, but he is brought up a few times. Mostly a reader and bruce chapter, setting up for the time jump ) 

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Chapter 13: The Mansion

*It was a huge mansion, the pictures you'd seen couldn't compare to the view before you. “Holy shit..” You muttered under your breath, pulling your jacket over your shoulders. You'd be able to stop and grab a bag of items to bring with you beforehand. 

Luckily the press has not tracked you down there yet, but it was only a matter of time before they did. Hoisting it onto your back you exited the vehicle in the giant garage, it was filled with at least 12.

Probably more, but you didn't care to count them all. Walking into the kitchen area that leads out to the main room, Alfred began to speak, “So Mr.Wayne will be with you shortly, in the meantime I'll take you to your room.” He offered with a smile. You gave a kind smile and a nod, “Thank you sir.” You sighed and followed him, taking in the true mass of the mansion.

 Gold details trickled across the room, varying sizes of art covered quite a bit of the walls and huge elegant curtains covered many of the windows. 

“Quite beautiful isn't it?” Alfred chuckled, noticing your glances. “Mr.Waynes parents always had quite a nice taste with their furnishing and decor.” He slowed as you reached the end of the first floor's long hall. 

“They must've spent.. Well millions on this home.” you mused, stopping beside him. “Of course most of it was charity events and the usual galas.” He replied coolly, opening the door to show the massive room. It was about the size of the hotel lobby itself. “Holy shit!” You giggled, never seeing anything like it before. The walls are decked out with more art and some shelves that hold a few trophies. 

“I assume you'll be just fine in here?” He raised a brow, but his voice was kind. Probably used to this reaction to the guest room. “Yes, Thank you.” You laid back on the bed setting down your bag, then hearing his feet move away you shot up, “Oh Mr. Alfred?” You called and he paused by the door turning to you to listen. 

“Is Bruce Wayne gonna be back anytime soon?” He nodded, assuring that he would be with you shortly before leaving you to your own thoughts. It was the first time of the night that you had been fully alone, no wandering eyes, no chaos from the press or club, just yourself and a well needed amount of privacy.

 It finally erupted and you broke down into a mix of sobs and whines. Were you crying over the embarrassment? The press? Edward rejecting you? It wasn't clear but you laid there in a pool of tears until you heard a sudden knock at the door.

 “ Y/n” Bruce's voice hits you like another kick to the gut from the night. “Fuck..” You hissed under your breath and wiped off your face. “Y-Yeah?” You called back to him, a bit nasally as you spoke. “Do you mind if we talk..?” He sounded unsure and kind of gruff.

 “Yeah, uh. I'll be out in a minute?” you stood grabbing on your jacket from the floor, pulling it tight around yourself.

 Walking out with your eyes down you bumped into Bruce immediately, him gently catching you before you could fall. Everything kept moving so fast, this was truly a night to remember. 

“Sorry..” You huffed as he released you quickly, his catch wasn't like Eds. Edward had been entrancing, smooth and maybe it was the small crush but, he was objectively better with the romantic moments.

You followed Bruce down to the dining room, sitting at the end of the table besides Alfred. You were confused as to why he would sit in, but you didn't mind it. 

He had been working for Bruce's family for decades, so you deemed him trustworthy just based on that fact. Bruce began first, with a firm but kind and gruff voice, “Miss, y/n. The Wayne family would like to formally apologize for any issues or uncomfortable situations I have put you in tonight,” You twiddle your thumbs as he continued.

 “ Tonight was an unforeseen event and we would like to offer you comfort here until the media dies down.” Alfred opened his mouth, following up, “We understand if you'd like to reject the offer but..” He turned his phone to show you, “The media seems to have found not only your employment, but also the apartment you reside in.” Alfred seemed just as annoyed with the press as the rest of you.

“Well, I don't know what else to do. I still need to work for my rent, and I can't just stop going out like you.” You spoke gesturing towards the overgrown emo at the side of you.

 “I don't mean to be rude, but what if it doesn't die down. What if they keep pushing and-” You began to cry, tears splattering onto the large table you sat at. “And what about my own life. I appreciate your help but I have a life outside of this. I was on a date for god's sake.” You groaned, burying your face into your hands.

 Oh god what was Edward thinking right now? On the first date you had been pulled into a tabloid romance. Or the accusations of a romance with Bruce Wayne. Then the Batman, you didn't even react to the large figure but he had shown up to help you, causing even more questions than you had answers to. Pulled from these thoughts Alfreds voice faded in, Shit..

He had been speaking and you didn't even notice. Catching the end of his sentence he turned from Bruce to face you, “- that's why a public fight would work for both of you.” He seemed pleased with his idea but you and Bruce weren't too excited. 

“Public Image, I don't want you guys risking that because I'm a little emotional.” You sat up straighter in your chair, cleaning off your face again. 

“Plus Bruce and you have things to attend to yourselves.” You sighed and looked at your phone, it was getting too late for this.

“I can just stay here a few days and who knows, maybe theyll get the idea?” Bruce had scoffed at your idea. “Well we are delighted to have you and when you're ready to go home just let me know.” Alfred spoke kindly, and you returned his words with a smile and nod, “Yes, I just need a ride to work.. But preferably something not so flashy..” you teased him a little, growing more comfortable. Bruce stood silently and left, walking up the massive stairs.

Alfred agreed and you stood as he once more showed you to your own room, once again leaving you to think alone in the large bed.  

[rat-cigars]

Damn Bitch You live like this?

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(a/n: As always be mindful of triggers and 18+. What y’all think of last chapter, thought it would be interesting to tie in at the end, I’m slowly easing into the MC and I hope y’all enjoy 💕)

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**Edward POV)

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(TW: incel , kidnapping, bondage stuff, angst, physical grabbers, blood,murder )

Wc: 1159

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Chapter 22: Halloween

**After leaving you for the night, Edward had rushed home to go through his plans just one more time. This was going to be the start of a real change, a new beginning for the city. Months of planning had all lead to this, not only to you, but to his real prize in the end.

Edward had your video pulled up on the laptop beside him, watching occasionally between running through his final touches.

A few hours after you’d cried yourself to sleep he had decided to join shortly after. The video still pulled up as he shut his eyes and tried to sleep on his bed, but it didn’t feel like enough for him.

He yearned for the warmth of your body next to him but he knew it was only a matter of time before you’d truly be his. These thoughts lulled him to sleep in comfort, knowing that the time for change was getting closer every single hour.

*Awaking after what seemed like a few hours of rest, you slowly rose up from the floor. Groaning as you rattled the chains up on the wall, sighing as you stretched out a little bit. “Edward..” you called to the camera in the corner. “I’m fucking hungry..” you sat up against the wall, staring into the lense. “I know you can hear me..” you looked away from the camera staring down at the ground, waiting for a sign he had heard you.

Unfortunately there was no sign of him hearing you. This only led you to grow frustrated, kicking the wall and pounding your fist on the ground. You hadn’t eaten too well these past few days, refusing most of his food due to the drugging, but it was getting to you now.

The pain was growing and you were desperate for Edward now. Wishing he would invite you to one of his sick dates or that he’d at least drop off some food for you.

Edward had luckily arrived not too much later, popping open the new latch on the closet, he smiled in at you. “Y/n!” He giggled walking over. Edward was dressed in his riddler outfit once again, except for his mask. But there was something sticky and metallic coating his gloves. You had pulled away upon noticing this and your eyes widened seeing the blood covering his gloves and parts of his green jacket.

“E-Edward..” you stuttered out in shock, looking up to him. Blood splatters lightly trailed the very ends of his glasses frames, his eyes were filled with energy and anger. But there was also a certain fondness as he stared back into your eyes, causing you to shiver as he remained silent for a second.

“Yes?” He chuckled, lifting your head up to his eyes. “What did you do?” You whispered out, your breath was shaky as he trailed your skin. “What I needed to do.” He replied and with that he uncuffed you for a moment leading you into the dining room. You stared straight, hating his lack of clarity. He had another table set up for you and this time you were eager to sit and dig into the meal before you.

Edward smiled at the sight of you, seeming to forget his appearance as you’d seen the food. Sitting down across from you he too began to eat, peeking up every now and then to watch you.

***Bruce had been called shortly after waking from his sleep, Gordon was on the line calling him to come look at a scene.

He looked at your location and checked your phone's activity once more before heading out to the scene.

It was brutal, the mayor had been murdered and wrapped in duct tape. Even sicker, the killer had left an envelope for Batman to find. He begrudgingly took it and opened it, spotting the card and opening it, letting Gordon look at it.

It had been a simple riddle, but more than that Bruce had noticed a small clip from your hair in the bottom of the envelope, but he didn’t let anyone notice. Carefully making sure to take the lock for himself, to study of course. After speaking more with Gordon and the other officers, he had been kicked out and left to deal with both new bits of information.

Bruce had caught the gasp that dared to escape his throat when he’d first seen the hair, he wasn’t sure why he would even send it. Did he want her to be reported? Did he know the connection between Bruce and Batman? It rattled his mind before getting another call from Gordon, meeting up to end the night's watch.

Gordon talked over the case but when getting to the letter portion he dared to question what Batman knew. If any of it looked familiar to him, he needed to tell him. He could trust him somewhat with this information, knowing he would be able to stay quiet. “I saw some hair on the bottom.” Bruce confessed, facing out to the sunrise. “The bottom of the envelope?” Gordon raised a brow. “Yes. It was from.. y/n.” Bruce spoke quickly.

“Who’s that?” Gordon questioned, watching Batman’s stern face turn for a tiny second. “She’s a hostess at the RedRoom Inn, threw this party the other night.” Bruce looked down at his boots.

“The one across from the Iceberg Lounge?” Bruce nodded and Gordon spoke again. “Bruce Wayne was meeting with her, do you know if she’s missing? Maybe he did something?” He shrugged, trying to come up with any theories.

Bruce shook his head, “No he couldn’t have, she was last seen alone.” Gordon wondered how he knew this but ignored it, figuring he must’ve done some research while he’d dealt with the GCPD.

“Well, what do you want me to do?” Gordon asked and started to pace a small circle.

“See if she has anything from her work. I can’t go in there, we both know that. But you could go in on a wellness check and see if you find anyone or anything that looks odd.” Gordon nodded as Bruce had spoken and agreed. “Do you think she can lead us to this killer?” Gordon said, beginning to head to the elevator. “I hope so.” Bruce responded before Gordon had left.

Heading home to clean up, he had set the lock of hair on his desk upon arrival. Checking his screens once more before heading to the showers.

[rat-cigars]

Damn Bitch You live like this?

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(a/n: there’s not much romance on the Edward side these next few chapters but dw, y’all are gonna get that Stockholm shit eventually. As always be mindful of triggers and 18+ )

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(TW: incel , kidnapping, bondage stuff, angst, physical grabbers, )

Wc: 1322

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Chapter 21: Chains and Calls

***Bruce had never been one to worry himself over you. Aside from the night you’d been mugged of course, but it was because he had helped you as Batman. Plus he did feel a little guilty for walking in the first place, being too shy to ask him or Alfred to take you.

Bruce had tried his hardest to be kind with you, seeing the unfortunate situation the media had placed you both in, but he did still keep his distance, needing to focus on his main work.

The week you’d spent recovering he had done his best to indulge in light conversation with him, both sharing little stories from your very different lives. It had been odd for him to open up a little, but he figured it was probably a time killer for you and it kept you oblivious to his work as the Batman.

You’d teased him about not even getting to meet the guy who had helped you, but he had simply rolled his eyes at your remarks, ignoring them.

The night you asked to get a ride down to Edwards at the hotel he was worried about the press seeing them out alone, and he didn’t want the trip to cut into his meetings with Gordon. But luckily for him the hotel wasn’t too far and you had ended up staying the night anyways.

The morning after you’d decided to stay the night he was asleep in his bed until 4pm, only getting up to go to the restroom and to speak with Alfred.

You had texted him an update letting him know you were at work and he just replied with an okay, and continued with his day.

After a few days of only texting though Bruce started to worry about you, plus the location on your phone had been tampered with. This in mind he had decided to stake out the RedRoom Inn, but to his disappointment, Edward never got caught bringing anything too suspicious. Bruce had even followed him home a couple times to no avail. He couldn’t pin it on the strange man, but he had a gut feeling that something was about to happen.

*Waking up hours after Edward had left the sun glared in your eyes, he had left the closet door open, allowing a bit of natural light in. You groaned sitting up, finally getting out of the daze you’d been in. Edward had to rush, being late to work, but this had caused him to leave your phone out. Leading to you hearing the familiar ringtone, jolting up and rustling the chains.

Your heart skipped a beat but you knew Edward was watching, waiting for you to make a sudden break for it.

You glanced down and suddenly felt adrenaline coursing through your body as you realized he had forgotten to click the cuffs on your wrist shut completely. Quickly you checked your ankles, throwing off the restraints first and then stood, hurrying to remove your wrists cuffs. With a fast paced limp, you rushed to the room where the noise continued to ring, knowing you had limited time. You quickly picked up the device, seeing the caller ID light up a name that had become more familiar to you these past few months.

“Bruce!” You squealed and answered, hyperventilating into the phone's mic as you quickly shouted for help, “Bruce! Please! Dear God, you have to help me!” You sobbed, hearing his breath hitch on the other end he listened. “I-I’m at-!” You stopped, freezing as the main door clicked, and the call suddenly dropped. Rendering the phone useless to you now. “Y/n!” Edward yelled out, heavy thuds filling the empty walls. “I don’t want to fight! Please just come out and I’ll understand..” The end was spoken with a hint of that shyness from when you’d first met him.

But knowing that your only hope of escaping had been promptly removed, you didn’t move, just watching the entrance to the room. “Ah, there you are my love..” he cooed and walked into the room casually, sighing as he ran a hand through his hair. “Oh honey, we were having such a good time..” he adjusted his lenses and looked at you, “it’s a shame you’re so determined to ruin it.” He laughed and grabbed you by your hair, dragging you down and to the closet once more.

“It was a mistake to leave in such a rush this morning!” He was mad now and you felt it through his rough tugs. “Too bad you couldn’t behave.” He growled at you, making sure to clip the cuffs tighter than before.

You just allowed him to react, having no urge to fight in the moment. “I’m sorry..” you tried appealing to his kinder side and for a second it worked, he relaxed and smiled his kind smile at you.

“I know darling.. I just need you to understand everything.” He sighed and gently ruffled your hair, the touch made you cringe once more. “Understand what?” You questioned him and Edward stood, leaving you down on the mat. “You’ll see it soon my love..” he spoke softly and then walked out, slamming the closet door shut.

You were left to sob alone again, but a small hope was growing once again in you. You had managed to contact Bruce, actually he had called you first. But the luck from Edwards' mistake had run out before you could’ve given him details. Maybe he would get Batman to look for you. You questioned these ideas as you cried yourself to sleep, curling into a ball on the cold floor.

**Bruce had eventually caved into his curiosity of your whereabouts, deciding to call you himself. But nothing prepared him for your response to his call. He had heard you shriek in a panic his name, and before he could even speak you’d continued. Crying loudly for help and as you were going to spill an idea of your location, the call dropped.

He had started to breathe heavier in a panic at the call, wondering where you had gone was just the beginning. Bruce was quick to call back multiple times but to his dismay, none of the calls even rang through. Throwing his phone down in anger at the situation he rushed to the cave, checking to see if your location had managed to pop up on his screen against butt there was nothing. No ping since the hotel, but he couldn’t just bust in there with no clear reason, especially as Batman.

Alfred had followed him down, watching his eyes trail through the logs of your phone's last locations. Alfred left soon after realizing it was going to be a long night for Bruce, prepping some coffee in the kitchen for him. Bruce hadn’t paid much attention when Alfred had been around him, only giving a nod in response when Alfred informed him of the pot sitting out on the counter for him. “Get some sleep, you need it.” Was the latest remark Alfred said before heading to his own room to rest

But Bruce didn’t sleep much that night, focused on finding the location of you. He was still feeling guilty over the attack and now with you being in immediate danger, it lit a fire under his ass.

Bruce had researched through the night, waking up the next morning at the desk, all his notes sprawled out. This was going to be a long fall for everyone.

[rat-cigars]

Damn Bitch You live like this?

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(a/n: alright I think this is what y’all have been waiting forrr. It’s time to get to the deeeper shit. As always be mindful of trigger warning. 18+ )

(TW: drugging, kidnapping,sexual shit, non-con mild touching, bondage?, he rly lost it yall)

*Reader POV)

**Edward POV)

Wc: 1172

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Chapter 18: just the beginning

*This was amazing, the setup he had made was beautiful. A simple show of affection but it meant the world to you. The candles he had lit around the apartment had also wowed you.

The lighting was so elegant and the wine plus good conversation only added to the already amazing night. This date had been long overdue, and it was such a relief to just be there.

Listening to his own story was quite a lot to take in but you enjoyed how he had shown to trust you.

Edward in a way had been cursed from the start, the orphanage situation though was most shocking. It angered you the way the Wayne family had seemingly abandoned not only him, but all the other children there. You felt guilty for being fooled by their kind facades and empty words of worry.

They didn’t care, but you did.

Moving aside from the subject he had told you about his work as a forensic accountant, and his interest in puzzles, riddles and really anything to that nature. It endeared you how stereotypical he really was, the whole nerd thing looked good though.

After a few more glasses of wine and the finishing of your meals you helped Edward clean up the table and set up for the next part of your date.

The scary movie marathon you’d planned so long ago was finally happening and you couldn’t believe it. Pulling out the futon on the couch, you laid out a blanket and Edward followed up by setting some pillows down and an array of films. You sat down and once more he followed, you curled up into his side, your glass in hand. “You’ve really outdone yourself Ed..” you giggled leaning on him for support as you gazed up at him.

“I really love this.. it’s so sweet of you.” He chuckled and placing his arm around you he leaned in kissing your forehead. “For you, it’s worth it. Besides I wanna treat you nice, especially after the week you’ve had..” he cooed. You nodded and took another sip from your glass, emptying out the last of the liquid. Letting out a sigh you leaned back for a moment, “Need more?” Edward offered, starting to get up with his own empty glass.

You nodded, handing it to him. “Me too, I’ll be right back.” He seemed excited. “Can you grab my phone too? I need to tell them I’m staying the night.” You asked, batting your lashes at him. Edward gulped and then nodded, smiling wide as he walked to the kitchen behind you. Relaxing into the pillows, you leaned back and picked up the various DVDs in front of you. “Hey Eddie!”

You called, “Let’s watch this one first!” You set the DVD down in the spot he’d been sitting. “I can’t see it Hun.” He playfully called, sounding drunk as you. You laughed and then turned to face him as he was walking back in. “Sorry,” you giggled, “But look now, what do you think?” You asked, grabbing your drink from him. Edward grabbed it and nodded, placing it into the Tv and then sitting beside you again.

You smiled and cheered to ‘finally having a date night’ before taking a sip. Edward watched with silence and a smirk as the drink went down your throat. After a few more sips of the drink you began to feel a little sick. You must’ve drank a little too much because you were struggling to even sit up off of him, “Ed..” the words instantly trailed off and panic started to brew in your system.

Edward said nothing, his eyes now focused on the movie. You tried again, your body struggling to move as you pushed off him and struggled to sit up. You winced as your eye had hit the back of the couch slightly. He finally looked over at you and grinned.

A jolt of energy shook your body to move, forcing you to fight your way over the couch, but you were met with the harsh ground, yelping as you hit the floor. “Y/n.” Edward cooed, leaning back to watch you struggle, but he made no movements to get up. “I must’ve put a little too much..” he sighed and turned away from you getting up.

Your vision was starting to blur and time was moving in slow motion, you still fought to stay awake even as your body began to give in. Blinking heavily, you saw his black boots stride up to you, heavy thuds rumbling. “Goodnight princess..” he cooed and with that you whispered not forming any words as you passed out.

**This had gone perfectly. You had walked right into his plans. Even sipping the drink without taking another peak, amazing. He laughed to himself after you’d passed out on the floor, picking up your phone and sending the usual texts. You were gonna be out for a few hours which would give him time to sneak you out while Ron was on lunch.

Edward was so happy with his work he allowed himself to indulge in touching your face again as you slept. But he had another part to do and that included clean up. He was quick to rid any evidence you’d been there that night, even going in and removing the pings of your location. Every precaution had been taken to ensure you fell off the face of the earth.

Within a few hours he had been able to relocate you to his newest place, filled with his chemicals, some rats and a few files he’d kept there.

You were resigned to a small room that was supposed to be a walk-in closet, chained to the wall with a small padded bed underneath you.

He left you water and set up his final touches of a surveillance camera in the corner before leaving. Pleased with the work he had completed today.

[rat-cigars]

Damn Bitch You live like this?

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(a/n:  yo last chapter was a lil sicko mod ngl. This chapter is probably gonna lead them back to talking again and the time passes from Readers Pov, plus lil breakdowns on the side lowkey. There will maybe even be Bruce POVs in the future chapters, seeing as he does blend into a main role in the canon. Just lmk what yall think <3 ) 

**Edward POV)

*Reader POV)

(TW: stalker stuff ig, sad shit, emo bruce, emo everyone  )

Wc: 1165

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Chapter 15: Sneaking out

*The following weeks have not been kind to you. The daily activities included; waking up, working at the hotel for a few hours, lunch, going back to the mansion with Alfred and waiting around till dinner, repeat. Bruce had not joined you often, maybe once while you had been there in total. The lack of his presence made you wonder how badly you had upset him, could he not even stomach the sight of you?

 This combined with the lack of interaction with Edward was hell to her in a way. You appreciated not being swarmed by crowds of yelling reporters when you were working, but was it worth not seeing Edward? You missed your small talks in the hallway and even after he had rejected you indirectly, you still had a softness for him. Constantly hoping he would be there during your day shift, but he was usually working.

 Luckily you still talked to Jenna, and Alfred would often offer you a kind conversation. You'd even told Ron about their similarities when at the counter, checking guests in and out.  But you missed Edward, wanting to let him know how you and Bruce weren't anything. Barely even seeing the man in person.

Luckily you had been able to convince Alfred to take you down to the hotel, supposedly to grab your wallet. However this was a lie, as you rushed to Edwards room and you let out a shaky sigh, hearing a thud you suddenly knocked. 

Then she stood there, the sandy locks draped across his forehead somewhat messy. You felt the same burst of warmth as when you first been caught in his arms. But then you spoke and he responded, seeming happy to see you there. 

As you spoke, relief filled you, knowing he had stayed. Appreciating the fact that he had listened to you, genuinely understanding your situation. It was beautiful how much he trusted you. You had hugged him and when the embrace was over you suddenly remembered Alfred was waiting outside for you.

“Oh! Before I go, I really need to get your number again.. My old phone broke and I haven't been able to text you.” You sighed embarrassed. 

He chuckled softly and took the phone from your hands after you pulled it from your bag, plugging in his name and number for you. You Leaned up kissing his cheek before he sent you off with a kiss on your hand in return. 

Rushing down to the car outside you couldn't help the dopey grin on your face, maybe things were starting to get better, the nightmare was finally ending. Rudely you were reminded, not quite yet as a reporter flashed a few shots at you, rushing into the car leaving with Alfred. 

“Awful long time to be grabbing your wallet.. And odd that you didn't go to the workroom..” he said calmly, staring at the road. “Oh yeah, uh. I forgot it while I was cleaning upstairs earlier..” But he already knew it was false and shrugged, continuing back to the manor in silence. 

When you walked back through the kitchen you didn't expect to see Bruce standing there, his shirt was draped over his shoulders and he wore sweatpants, grabbing a drink from the large fridge. It was late at night when you'd convinced Alfred to take you, and Alfred spoke up as you followed behind him. “Master Wayne, didn't expect to see you here.” He wondered, you walked towards the hallway away from them. “Just grabbing a drink,” Bruce returned, not noticing you creep away.

 They continued to speak, but you didn't feel right eavesdropping and headed to your room. Suddenly your phone pinked with a text from Edward. He was asking if you wanted to come over that night for a scary movie marathon.

You paused and bit your lip in thought as you held the phone. You leaned down removing your shoes and slowly tip-toed towards the kitchen again, sticking to the wall. You could barely leave with Alfred, there was no way you'd be allowed to go see a random guy at the hotel. 

You just needed to know if they sounded busy, listening into the overlapping voices. Slowly the sounds rose and an argument seemed to happen, with that you hurried back to your room. Softly shutting the door behind you after grabbing your shoes, you swiped open his message sending an agreement, saying you would be there in 30. 

Unfortunately the walk would be longer than you were used to, but with the subways you'd probably be able to make it there in 30 minutes. After setting down the phone, you walked to the closet, grabbing out a black tanktop and a pair of flared jeans. Throwing it on with your jacket on top, you fixed your hair up into a ponytail for the walk.

 Grabbing the phone again you opened to jennas messages, texting her about going to see Edward, just to be safe. She sent back a thumbs up and with that you grabbed your bag, sneaking out through your first floor window.

Careful not to set off any motion light detectors, clinging to the wall as you moved away from the house. 

**Meanwhile Edward was a mix of giddy and terrified. Shortly after your texts he had so much energy he decided to set up his stream, dawning his iconic mask.

“Hey guys.” He began, eventually leading to him gushing about how you were coming over, how everything was going perfectly. He had to be quick though, seeing as you were headed right to him. 

Ending it with a farewell wave he pulled off his mask with a smile, sweat glimmering on his cheeks, a pink covering them. It was euphoria for him still, caught in the aftershock of his own intense desires. But this was cut short as he hurried to clean the room up, quickly shoving his paperwork into a desk drawer, removing all signs of the Riddler. 

Throwing it all aimlessly into the closets, dressers and wherever else he could shove items.

After a minute he pulled back, it looked almost liveable. He smiled pleased with his work, beginning to get ready. You were only 10 minutes away now and with that he got in to take a quick shower, freshening up. 

[rat-cigars]

Damn Bitch You live like this?

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(a/n: what’s up pimps <3 there’s gonna be more edward and stuff this chapter so please enjoy loves. He is playing house. Takes place on same day as last chapter, it’s basically just what they were up to while Bruce was working) 

**Edward POV)

*Reader POV)

(TW: blood?, incel, angst, drugging past, bondage, stalking,)

Wc: 1231

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Chapter 25: The Box

*While Edward had found it strange how you reacted that morning to his touches and adjustments, he decided to just go with it. Enjoying the game you seemed to start with him, he could see a flicker of genuine interest in your eyes which pushed him to indulge about his killing. Edward hasn’t noticed the way your face would contort and instead just focused on the food on his plate. 

After washing up some dishes and chatting more with you as he undid your chain to the table, leading you to the living room area. “Would you like to see something?” He asked biting his lip to see what you would say. 

The question was very open ended which made you cautious but nonetheless you agreed. “Yeah, um. What is it?” You looked at him. He smiled and once again led you to the room outside of the closet. Inside of it was a small bed on the floor and a desk in the corner with a laptop and lamp on it. 

“Well it’s just some things..”he responded and you raised a brow but followed him still. “Okay..” you sighed and once in the room he sat you by the desk, hooking your chain to the desk leg. Edward giggled to himself as he thought about how this would play out for him, you were already seeming to change a bit. 

The way you hadn’t fought and in fact had actually behaved quite well was pleasing to him and Ed knew this might be one of the few parts needed to push you into his own arms. Keeping you safe away from Bruce Wayne. You stared up at him as he pulled open the top file, pulling out a notebook and a small box. He set down the box in front of you and giggled. 

“Open it. I think you might like it.” Edward smiled watching your hands move as you removed the box's top. Setting it down as your eyes widened for a moment in shock. The box was full of pictures of you, some including Bruce but he was marked out. You couldn't believe how long he’d been watching you. You sorted through the box with his green eyes still burning into you. 

Towards the bottom there were even older pictures, some of you in your apartment. It was sickening but you held back your reaction instead just shakily shoving the pictures back into the box. Edward grinned as he took it back from you and then set down the notepad. 

It was worn out on the outside and the pages were rough, some even poking out through the top cardboard. There was no writing on the outside that you could see so you flipped it open to the first page, it was blank but there was clearly a weight to the book and you could see the outlines of words and blobs behind the thin sheets.

Slowly turning the pages you kept your face indifferent seeing tons of information about you and your personal life. Some of it even included Jenna, Wanda, Ron, Bruce. 

It was everyone you knew and more, he had even written down the nights Edward had been sure to keep you safe. You didn’t look too much though it, quickly giving it to him and then sighing. “Why are you showing me this?” You had broken the silence. “To show you how much I care about you.” Edward was practically glowing as the words spilled from his mouth. 

“Ever since that day in the library, and after that kiss..” he blushed, the memories filling his thoughts. “When you fell right into my arms.” He sighed.

 “It was all so perfect!” He yelped the end and you gave him a weak smile in return. “Edward, You barely spoke to me before you kidnapped me.” You laughed a little hysterical at the situation. “We couldn’t even go on one normal date.” He furrowed his brows and but his lip, feeling guilty at your words. “But I can change that.” Edward spoke up, catching your attention. “I can take you on nice dates here. Y/n, we can have a life together.” He smiled and grabbed your hands into his gently. You couldn’t help but feel some genuine appreciation at his words, but you wanted to be sure you could earn his trust.

 “Please, just no more drugs.” You sighed and he nodded, pulling you into a hug with tears brimming his eyes. “Thank you.” He whispered and kissed the top of your head. Edwards arms around you felt oddly nice, but it was probably just the constant brainwashing, love bombing and a mix of Stockholm syndrome. It was a mess but you were willing to work through it.

Edward had pulled back eventually and unfortunately had to lead you to the closet once more. You continued to not fight back as the clank of the chains rang through the empty apartment. Edward seemed to have loosened up a bit and removed your ankle cuffs fully, now the only thing clipping you to the wall was your wrist but it was much more comfortable.

 You thanked him for the kind action and smiled as you spoke, your plan was working even faster than you thought. With this he left once again for the night, changing into his Riddler outfit once more and got ready to stream to his followers and whoever else was watching.

 

*Once he had finally left, you sighed and rubbed at your ankles. You could hear his muffled yells and rants but even when you put your ear up to the wall you didn’t hear any better. You sighed happily as you relaxed a bit, it had been a long time since you had been able to just spread out your limbs fully. Tears welled at your eyes and you felt like you could cry finally. Without him watching you, you let out your balled up emotions of confusion and anger. You still somehow felt bad for Edward, especially after hearing the endless stories of his upbringing at the Orphanage that’d been abandoned. 

All of this allowed you to silently cry as he continued to stream, but it ended sooner than you initially believed. You wiped your eyes and sat up, waiting for him to open the closet. But he didnt and it almost made you sad for a moment. 

Soon enough you decided that he wouldn't be coming back and you laid back on the floor mat, closing your eyes. As you drifted to sleep you still had your mind flooded with images of Edward, Bruce, Jenna too. You missed them all more than anything, but you knew if you kept this game up, there was a slim chance of seeing them again.

This in mind you fell into a deep sleep as Edward watched you from his own computer at his place.

[rat-cigars]

Damn Bitch You live like this?

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(a/n: whats up pimps! Hope yall liking the different POV’s and the memes i put out. As always be mindful of TWs and 18+ babes . Also wanna do a bit lighteer of a chapter pimps <3. So this will be flashbacks mixed w some aftermath of ch.22 )

**Edward POV)

*Reader POV)

(TW: incel shit, blood, kidnapping, mfs fightin, jenna, family fights,murder )

Wc: 1183

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Chapter 23: grey jacket

*At the dinner with Edward, he had sat across from you, rambling on about what he had done. You hadn’t really listened in until he spoke the simple statement, “I killed The Mayor tonight.” Those words had caused you to stop eating, turning up to face him completely.

Edward smiled and took another bite of his food, “It was simple really.. a little too easy.” He laughed and set his elbow on the table leaning towards you.

“You wouldn’t believe how easy it was to sneak in once his family left.” He laughed and continued to brag about his accomplishments prior to letting you out. You were in shock at his words, unable to really respond in any way, staring down at your plate with an empty expression.

How could the man you’d known to be so kind and thoughtful, turn into this gross monster, hellbent on some personal manifesto.

You began crying as he spoke and Edward took notice, reaching out and gently wiping away your tears. You didn’t even fight him, not wanting him to react drastically. “How could you?” You choked out through sobs, your hands now covering most of your face. “Are you kidding me? Do you think this is the first time I’ve done this?” He giggled, finishing his plate of food. “I’ve killed plenty of men before, especially the ones who wronged you.” He smirked, standing to put his plate in the sink. “What the fuck do you mean?” You growled, but your voice was still shaky with fright.

“Cat Callers, men outside the Iceberg Lounge, really anyone who dared to disrespect you these past few months.” He sighed happily as he walked back to sit at the table with you. You continued to cry and felt the pit in your stomach grow, the thought of anyone dying because of you hurt.

You were so angry with Edward you didn’t even know where to begin, the kidnapping, the drugging, his killing. This had only begun and it was already getting to you, you could feel yourself dying away in small parts. But maybe there was hope in the situation, if you acted into his fantasy’s maybe soon he would be willing to release you back out.

With this in mind after dinner, you had sat around in the closet while he live-streamed and then watched the news, beginning to come up with your own plans to escape this situation alive. Between these thoughts and ideas, small memories from your past would pop up between them.

Most of these memories were the smaller things in life, like grabbing a coffee or getting a new shirt. But occasionally you would have a nice memory of an interaction with Bruce or Jenna and you when you had been young in high school.

You were laying up against the closets wall, reading through a magazine when you got a flashback to a time in high school when Jenna had given you your special grey jacket.

You had gotten into a fight with your mother and stormed out of the apartment in a huff, stealing her cigarettes on the way out. As you’d left she had thrown your school bag to you and yelled at you to find somewhere else for the night. You didn’t dare fight with her more in the situation, not wanting to escalate further.

Stomping down the halls you rushed down into the busy sidewalks and ran to the nearby park, sitting down on a bench and sobbing. You had already been dealing with a lot of stress from school and this had been another blow to your life.

As you sat there for a while you noticed that Jenna had texted you, telling you she was headed your way. Raising a brow, confused as to why she was coming your way, you had sent her a simple okay in response.

No longer than 20 minutes later she arrived, her short black hair bouncing as she jogged over to you. Reaching into her own pink backpack she pulled out a grey clump of fabric, holding it out for you to take. “I didn’t expect you to take a jacket with you.” She sighed like a mother, taking it from her hands you threw it over your plain black shirt. “Thank you..” you sniffled and looked up to her.

“Y/n, you know you’re gonna get through this.. you’re stronger than you think.” Jenna smiled and sat next to you, chatting with you til the sunset and then inviting you to come home with her. You agreed, you had felt better after chatting with her, knowing you had a genuine friend in this world was amazing. The grey jacket you wore would continue to remind you of this, thus becoming your signature jacket.

Jennas words echoed through your mind as you continued to think about your own plans, feeling a bit of confidence, clutching the jacket you were wearing tightly. Things were about to change for the better and you were more determined than ever to get out.

**Edward had even more to do than you truly realized. He was still enacting his revenge upon Gotham and now he also had to play caregiver to you. Of course he did genuinely care for you, but the fighting had become tiresome to him. Luckily he would still get excited anytime he would walk into the closet and see you.

The thoughts of you changing soon were pushing him to keep you.

Otherwise he would have disposed of you long ago, but he couldn’t hurt his new found passion for life. Instead he had adapted best he could for you, of course still cracking every now and then around you. He managed to keep most of his deranged moments to himself, aside from bragging to you about it. Edward loved to indulge you in his stories, finding a sick pleasure in watching how your face would contort.

After his usual broadcast he had watched the news seeing his mask everywhere. He grinned knowing that Batman had most likely seen your hair he’d stolen. He’d left it of course as a sign of dominance over Bruce Wayne, hoping Batman would inform him of his finding. He laughed to himself over it, how he wished to see his pained reaction now.

Knowing that you were slowly becoming his, even if you didn’t know it. He slept peacefully that night, the adrenaline from the day had finally died and allowed him into a deep slumber, all while Batman had been out searching for y/n.

[rat-cigars]

Damn Bitch You live like this?

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(a/n: oh yeah here we go. It's date night babes. I Hope y'all enjoy this chapter as much as i do. This is gonna be a lot of fun to write, it's mostly fluff but there's still the hints of canon set up and incel shit. But as always be mindful of TWs and take care of yourselves! <3 ) 

(TW: incelish stuff, phone tapping, creepo moments, blood, drinks, blacking out at the club, inferred murder/SW, lil rage moment )

*Reader POV)

**Edward POV)

Wc: 1573

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Chapter 10: The Date

*Edwards' heart had seemed to beat a million miles per hour after your encounter. He couldn't help but smile until the time neared. He had thankfully gotten a second chance with you, his beautiful angel. The thoughts made him bite the inside of his lip.

 It felt like a dream, a coma that he would be rudely awoken from. The image of you red handed continued to plague his mind as he got ready.

 Ed put on a dressier white button up and paired it with some dark blue jeans. The clothes fell awkwardly on his body and the fabric was terribly wrinkled. God knows when he had last worn it, maybe college? He pushed the question from his mind and tugged his belt tightly around his hips.

 The metal clinked against itself as he adjusted it properly, while walking into the bathroom to freshen up. 

That's when Edward heard the ping of his computer, his focus quickly shifting to the set up in the corner of the room.

 You were probably just texting Ron or calling your friend, Jenna. You didnt call her everyday but you would give each other the occasional check in every few days. Usually you would text her but during big events you'd always phone her up to give her the details, excitedly.

 He walked towards it and squinted his eyes seeing Bruce Wayne had tried to contact you. Ed's heart raced and faster than he could comprehend he grabbed the computer shoving it crudely off the desk, making a loud thud. He stood shocked with himself before leaning down, immediately busting out a string of curses under his breath. 

“You fucking idiot..” he groaned to himself seeing the screen had gone black and even worse the casing of the back had popped off, revealing the insides. 

“Shit.. Il just.” Edward mumbled talking to himself while getting up. “I'll just get it later..” He sighed and rubbed his face for a moment. He had really fucked up now. That had been his singular way for keeping tabs on you and he just destroyed it in a tantrum. Edward finished getting ready, brushing his hair and adding some cheap cologne onto his neck. 

Content with his appearance he grabbed his large gray jacket heading down to the lobby to wait for you. 

*Shortly after he had been waiting, you arrived. Dressed up casually you made eye contact walking in. He stood from the lobby couch that he had been waiting on, holding a small bundle of flowers he had bought minutes before.

“Hey.” Edward smiled and a soft pink coated his face as he walked to meet you in the middle. “Wow.. Edward, you look great.” Your lips spread to a soft smile looking over his outfit and face. “T-Thanks.” He chuckled out and then reached the hand with the roses out towards you. “I um, got these for you.” He looked so bashful with his gaze pointed downwards towards you.

Gently grabbing the plastic that wrapped the bundle, you lifted it to your nose. Taking in the floral scent and hint of cologne from Edwards body. “They're beautiful, I love them.” You leaned up quickly pecking his cheek with your soft lips. He smiled catching your gaze and held out his hand again, you took it feeling the sweat from both of your palms against each other. 

“I'm glad, are you ready to head out?” he asked as you looped your fingers through his. “Yeah, Iceberg lounge?” you smiled and had set down the flowers behind the desk before leaving, not wanting them to be ruined. He nodded letting you lead the way into the night with his eyes on your form, just enjoying your company. 

The music inside was way louder than you had remembered, almost deafening at some points. Still though, Edward tried to talk to you, leaning over and yelling a little in your ear.

 “How do you get in here?” he laughed, shocked the two men had allowed them through. 

“Well, the Redroom Inn has been host to a few of the club's exclusive members. I don't really ask questions, but basically we put them all under the same name whenever anyone comes over for the night.” You replied as you leaned back up hugging his arm lightly to get leverage. 

He furrowed his brows, wondering how or even if, that was legal. But to be fair he did the same thing, or tried to. 

“Ron doesn't even know why we do it. But I've learned it's better to just observe sometimes.” you continued after seeing his face. “Doesn't that scare you?” Edward mused. 

“Of course, but if i asked more, i probably wouldn't even be here.” You chuckled, leading him to the quieter back of the room by the bar stool.

 It did scare you but you figured joking about it was better than stressing over the issue. Besides Ron didn't even know and you knew that for a fact. He wouldn't lie to you, especially not like that. The few times you had questioned the odd service he had continued to not have answers, knowing the same as you. 

Walking up to the stools and sitting beside him, you held up the hotel's company card. “Another perk?” Edward teased.

 “Of course, why else would we go out for drinks.” You laughed, gently pushing his arm. “I'm not Bruce wayne.” You giggled and his face fell a little but then regained his smile just as fast. 

“Thank god for that..” He mumbled and turned to the bartender, ordering your first round of drinks. 

**Edward wasn't much of a drinker, that was obvious. He was barely three shots in when he felt the faint pink start to rush to his face, this time from the drinks. You were smiling and telling him about your childhood home and laughing about your past. He loved to listen to you talk, even if he already knew everything.

 He knew who had broken your arm in 1st grade and how you had broken your mothers favorite pot. It was magic to hear these words drip from your lips though. He was focused so hard on your features he didn't even hear you call his name until you gently slapped his thigh for his attention. 

“Eddy..” you cooed, snapping him to your face.

 “Yeah?” He smiled, “Sorry I didn't catch that.” He stuttered, flustered by the pet name. “I said, '' Do you wanna go dancing?” 

You smirked, the club's lights shining to show the tint that accompanied your face. “I'm not very good..” He looked away, “But I-I can watch you.” He smiled. You rolled your eyes at his reply but slowly stood from the bar. “Well, I'll be waiting for you then prince charming.” 

You teased with a long slur, gently moving your hand off his thigh as you stood. 

Edwards' eyes widened as you had touched him more, “Y-Yeah..” He chuckled breathlessly out. With that you were off, walking to the floor with the crowd you stood on the outside the swarm, starting to dance with a small group of girls that had called you over. 

Edward watched, sipping from his tall glass, seeing you move in the most interesting of ways. This felt different than when he had stood outside your bedroom door, admiring your sleeping features. 

Your body moved with grace and you caught him watching, smiling and turning back to the girls. You spoke and by the girls looking over collectively at Ed, he knew it was related to him.

They seemed pleased though, the group giggling as your face blushed. The girl beside you  leaned up into your ear, but as you pulled back after, there was a look of shock on your face. He furrowed his brows, now more concerned. 

You spoke what looked like a question as the crowd in the background started to move from the floor. 

He blinked his bleary eyes trying to make out the figure moving towards you. You hadn't even noticed still chatting with the girl, oblivious to the crowd moving. Edward did his best but couldn't make out who it was, and he felt a burning in his stomach.

 Damn that shit was really hitting him like a train. Before he could move to get up from his stool he realized how wobbly his body had become, slumping over on the bar's countertop, unable to keep his eyes open. He needed to get out more, maybe then he wouldn't be in this predicament.

Ed unwillingly blacked out on the countertop just as the figure approached you. The girl beside you moving away, only you and the figure were visible as he fought to keep his eyes open. 

But Edward lost in the end, succumbing to the alcohol and passing out.