#pattinson!bruce wayne

[thebatcave45]

I Missed You 

No warnings. Small Bruce Wayne drabble. No descriptions of reader. Fluff. WC 816

**gif not mine**

You work closely with Bruce Wyane at his Wayne Enterprises office. He’s been gone for close to a month now instead of the two weeks he said he’d be. You had found excuses to text each other about work but it wasn’t enough. You didn’t feel it was your place to question if he was still actually on the work trip or not but you were getting antsy. Regardless, you missed him. Badly. You had started to notice the tiredness of his face and occasional bruise peeking out of his collar just before he left and it was worrying you. What was he up to at night?

 The morning he reappeared you were at an appointment but his secretary had texted you of his return. Almost slamming into multiple people, you had to practically yell at yourself to slow down and walk towards Wayne Tower at a normal pace. 

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His back was turned to you as he greeted a man in a crisp gray suit into his office. Dang, you thought. Just the site of him however made you instantly calm down. Walking to your own office, you sat in your comfy desk chair and tried to keep busy by shuffling papers. Finally you leaned back and closed your eyes for several minutes until you heard a familiar ding on your computer and a little box popped up in the lower right corner. 

Come to my office when you have a moment.

 Please. 

-Bruce 

The please was because you had jokingly scolded him one day about needing to be polite, even on the company messenger system. He always added it now as an inside joke. You highly doubted he remembered to say it to anyone else, even as an afterthought. 

 You gathered a folder and some random papers you needed his approval on and made your way to his office. Leaning over his secretaries’ desk as you had done multiple times a day for the past few years now, you pushed the button that would buzz in his office letting him know someone wanted in. The familiar click of the electronic door unlocking signaled to you could head in without him even questioning who it was. Grateful to see his head was down as you walked towards him, it was ridiculous your face felt so flushed. 

“I’m guessing you have a pile of very boring crap waiting for me to sign.” He finally looks up from his desk and his smile starts to fade. 

In one fluid motion he stands and scoots his chair back. As he stood, you were still making your way towards his desk. As you started to slow down, reaching it, he was already around it and meeting you face to face.

"Actually, it’s very important crap that..” but by then he was already kissing you. Not hard and forceful, but almost with a sense of need. You slightly backed up, breaking it. 

“I’m so sorry” he quickly spilled out. Looking almost horrified with himself. 

“No, I just, uh, wait, what?” you started to giggle as you often did when you were nervous. He looked at you with sadness and worry that he had just misread the tension between you two for months now and acted in a completely unprofessional way, 

You watched it all flash before his eyes before quickly saying, “No no! Please don’t, I mean…Could you do that again?” Before he could think about it, he stepped forward and this time put his hand gently on either side of your face as he brought you in as he kissed you again. This time there was no doubt that it was needy. 

As you stood there for what could have been several minutes, you dropped the papers you were holding all over the floor. His arms moved to your waist and back as yours went to his neck and hair. He must have turned you from where you were because you could feel the front desk edge bump into your thighs. Almost sitting on it you heard a beep, shattering the moment. 

Without saying a word to each other, you bend down to the floor and start collecting the papers as he reaches over his desk to push the call button to his secretary's desk. “Give me just a minute. We are still discussing some business” he cooly says without sounding as flushed as he looks. “Very good Mr Wayne” you hear back. 

You are setting the papers down on Bruce’s desk as he makes his way to sit again. You don't make eye contact but he clears his throat. You turn to walk away and as you almost reach the door you quietly hear him. 

“I missed you” he says with almost a pleading tone. 

You turn your head back to look at him, softly smiling. “I missed you too” and walk out of his office.

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tiny side note. I've written on my main a few times but nothing huge. If you liked this, I understand why some things don't get rebloged but if you could comment what you liked possibly that would really help me improve my writing. Thanks for reading!!! 💕 💕💕

[imagine--if]

Headcanons for hurt reader (this could be someone attacking her on the streets but not too deep yk) and bruce comforting her… please

A/N: So this is the requested part two of this post, which was where The Riddler obsessing over you kind of got out of hand and The Batman stepped in to save the day 🙃 so here we are with Bruce! I might have to do a part three of bonding with Bruce later hehe 🖤 enjoy!!

Wordcount: 1.1K

The enormous, gothic gates of Wayne Manor swing open steadily as one of their posh cars rolls into the driveway, driven by Alfred. Just one call from The Batman twenty minutes ago and everything was sorted, just like that. It was as if his presence allowed him to bend wills, instil fear in everyday Gotham rioters and a spark of hope in the more peaceful ones who just kept themselves to themselves and looked after their families.

What kind of effect could you call the one he was having on you?

Was it the same as his own?

"I really hope I'm not imposing," you say in a slight fluster to Alfred, who parks up the car into a long, lit-up garage. "I mean, the, um, The Batman said it was fine, but..."

"It's no imposition at all, Miss," Alfred says with a genuine, kind look, stopping the engine and getting out first to open your door for you, offering a hand to help you out. "As for Bruce Wayne, he is unused to guests, but in a circumstance like this I assume he'll be happy to oblige."

A small weight of uncertainty weighs in your chest, and you walk up the grand entrance of the Manor meekly, feeling completely out of place; you, a supposed everyday person in Gotham, suddenly called out for acts of charity and roped into a whole, terrifyingly obsessive ordeal with the Riddler, and billionaire Bruce Wayne, tucked safely and secretly away in his home as it all goes by.

He doesn't appear at first as Alfred works the advanced security indoors and leads you into a lovely, wide gothic hallway. Alfred sweeps off his coat and puts it away, and you shift awkwardly on the spot, thumbing the lightly worn material of your hoodie, your clothes damp and uncomfortable now after all you've been through wearing them. Alfred seems to notice, and he gives you a reassuring smile.

"We can send for some of your things, Miss, don't worry about that. Or you could order new things online. Orders often come within a few hours here."

Of course they do. Here, you'll be treated like royalty, and you blush just thinking about it, an overwhelmed rush of adrenaline hitting you, snaking its way through your body.

"I'll take you upstairs," Alfred continues, with a magical kind of sixth sense into your needs though you've only just met. "Then we can get you settled properly, and you can rest up. You must have been through a lot."

You shrug, raising your brow. "Yeah. It's been... yeah, a lot."

"Well, try not to worry yourself too much, Miss, especially now you're here. It's the safest place you could be in Gotham."

You nod with a small smile, following the butler as he takes you to a beautiful corridor with multiple guest rooms branching off opposite each other, leaving you to take your pick.

"I'll try not to get lost," you say, half-joking, half-serious, and Alfred nods with a knowing smile.

"Ah, yes, it does take some getting used to. There's a map of the whole Manor in the top drawer of every bedside chest in each room, which you could make use of. Feel free to wander whenever you fancy. Except for the Waynes' old wing," Alfred adds, a sad note tinging his voice, "and the basement area is restricted too. Other than that, I sincerely hope you enjoy your stay, and try to relax. You're quite welcome here."

"Thanks," you say gratefully, but can't help asking once more, "Are you sure he won't mind?"

"I don't mind," a different, deeper and lower-toned voice answers you instead of Alfred, and you flinch in surprise as Bruce Wayne himself stands before you both.

You have to force yourself to stop staring at the mysterious, reclusive billionaire, the soft, smooth brown shades of his hair and deep, dark brown eyes that bleed into your gaze, effortlessly yet intensely reading you, a sombre, indifferent expression on his face. His clothes are all black, and he squints slightly in the chandelier's light hanging above you, bringing life to the stretch of the hallway.

"I don't mind at all," Bruce repeats, looking you straight in the eye. "I'm glad you're... that you can be safe, here."

"Oh," you breathe in a daze of wonder and shock, too much happening in twenty-four hours for you to keep up with. "Thank you, I... yeah, I'll be fine."

Bruce nods, and it seems like he wants to say something, but he falters, gaze dropping to the ground in his antisocial awkwardness. You wait patiently, Alfred smiling and leaving you to it quietly.

"I guess you heard about what happened," you assume, playing with your hands as you try to bring back the conversation, and Bruce's eyes flick back to yours. "With The Riddler, I mean. Do you think he'll figure out that I..."

"That you're here? Maybe. But the chances of him breaking into the Manor and taking you from this site are slim to none. Our security is of a high standard. You'll be okay here."

There's a mixture of something meaningful in Bruce's eyes that you struggle to work out. Sympathy? Concern? Care?

"It won't happen to you again," Bruce tells you, so convinced by his words that you believe them just as easily, relaxing with a light sigh through your nose. "I... I won't let it happen. I'm sorry it did."

You frown in confusion, giving him a half-smile. "It really wasn't your fault. But thank you."

"You don't need to thank me," he responds, and after a beat of comfortable silence, he speaks up again. "I'll leave you to it, then. Try to rest."

You nod in agreement. "Okay. I'll try not to get lost at the same time. Don't want to give you the fright of your life when I suddenly walk into a secret room or something."

You cringe a little at your words, levity trying to lighten the mood, but to your surprise, a flicker of something that looks like a very small, but very genuine smile graces the young man's features briefly.

"I'll show you around tomorrow, if you want," he offers. "You'll be here until The Riddler is caught and apprehended, so it's best if you stay on Wayne grounds. But there's stuff to do, I guess, and... well, there's a library..."

You smile encouragingly. "I love books. I kind of like writing them too. I journal now and then."

Bruce blinks, before that faint, sweet smile reappears, and your heart skips seeing it. "So do I."

[the-wintershade]

something calling to get closer | pattinson!batman

series: staring into the echo | 1 | 2 | 3  pairing: pattinson!batman x reader  summary: bruce can't wait to see you any longer. wc: 1.7k+  genre: angsty, reader has doubts about feelings, sad, but has a happy ending (in part 3 <3) 

There are three text messages on your phone when you wake up.

One is from Gordon to confirm your breakfast attendance. You still have thirty minutes before you needed to be there.

The other two send your heart into a gallop.

11:15 pm: Bruce: Hey, everything okay? I saw you leave. Just checking in.

Another text follows Bruce’s last one by an hour and a half.

12:45 pm: Bruce: I know you’re probably asleep. Would it be okay if I stopped by tomorrow morning? Alfred made you some biscuits he wants you to try. I want to talk to you. Didn’t get to say much before you went back to the department.

Gordon must have filled him in on you going to fill out paperwork. You’re surprised Bruce remembered. He did have a beautiful woman in front of him and all.

You sigh. That isn’t fair. Bruce at least cares about you in a professional manner, if not in the personal way you’re starting to understand you wish he did.

He did care enough to text.

Bruce must have missed your routine. You tamper the rising swell of hope in your chest. It’s just a routine. Anyone would be thrown off by a missed routine. This isn’t special. This is just work.

You consider texting Bruce back, but with only having twenty minutes to get ready before meeting Gordon, you decide against it.

You would need every moment you had to shower again to make sure all of the dirt from yesterday is gone. Then you’ll need to change and attempt to look presentable.

Swinging your legs over the bed, you get moving. You exit out of Bruce’s messaging thread and tap on Gordon’s thread.

7:15 am: Lieutenant Gordon: Hey, you coming by the diner @ 8?

7:32 am: (Name): be there in 30.

7:32 am: Lieutenant Gordon: I’ll save you some coffee.

You smile.

You look forward to meeting Gordon. It would be nice to sit and talk about what happened last night with a neutral party.

If anything, going over the explosions would help Gordon feel less guilty about what happened to the citizens. He has a habit of shouldering more than he needed to.

You pick out your clothes and are about to get into the shower when you remember you forgot to take your vitamins the night before.

It’s not the most important thing, but you have skipped them the last few days and the lack of iron is starting to catch up with you. Plus, a depressive mood never helps the immune system.

Opening your bedroom door, you tread out to your living room before a figure rises from the couch. “(Name)?”

You freeze.

You know that voice. You know it belongs to the man whose text messages you never responded to.

After a second, it clicks that he is now standing in your apartment. Then you remember you have given him the key just in case something happened.

Apparently, he was worried enough to make sure nothing happened.

“Bruce,” you shakily breathe. “You scared me.” You press a hand against your chest to calm your heart.

He sheepishly shuffles on his toes. “Sorry. I didn’t want to wake you.”

“What are you doing here?” You force yourself to turn and walk to the counter. You pull a glass down from the cabinet.

You need to do something to distract you from the fact that your heart isn’t just racing because you got startled. It’s racing because Bruce being here goes further than the requirements of a partner.

A little glimmer of hope pulses through you. But you can’t feed into it yet. It’s the morning after his texts now. A lot could have happened overnight. That includes meeting with the woman.

Bruce drifts nearer, leaning his elbows on the island behind you. His sleepy eyes watch as you pour water into your glass. “Wanted to check on you. You didn’t answer my texts.”

Your core warms at the soft concern in his tone. So he does like being in contact with you. But that doesn’t mean anything. The two of you talked all the time.

“I was asleep. Tired after everything.” You murmur, opening your pill bottle and popping a tablet in your mouth. It’s good to move, to give you something to distract yourself with.

Plus, you need to keep your tone measured. Just because you felt hopeful doesn’t mean Bruce needs to know that.

As you washed the pill down with water, you turn to find Bruce looking intently at your face, as if trying to decipher what was going on in your head. There’s a touch of vulnerability behind his gaze that you didn’t see when he talked to the woman with the red hair.

You nearly choke on your drink.

“What’s going on?” Bruce gently asks. He moves so he can lean his hip against the counter, arms folded in front of him. His long black t-shirt pulls against his forearms. His undone hair brushes against his eyes.

You shook your head. Partially to answer his question, partly because you’re trying to clear your head.  His adorably tired look is distracting. “Nothing. I’m just a little tired still. Running over all the details of what happened the other day took a lot out of me.”

He nods but you can tell he doesn’t believe you. Bruce and Lieutenant Gordon have this knack for being able to see past what you say to what you can’t bring yourself to admit.

If you were thinking more clearly, you would have avoided eye contact with Bruce. But you aren’t. You’re too distracted by how beautiful his eyes were. Too distracted by how much you want to smile and laugh and go back to how things were.

“What did you think about the multiple explosions?” His eyes hold a light squint as he watches for your response. You feel your palms start to sweat.

Bruce is starting to apply pressure because he knows, just as you do, that the crime scenes weren’t the only thing on your mind the other night. Cases like this don’t wipe you out; they energize you.

You should have come up with a better lie. A death in the family. Something you could avoid discussing the details of.

You know you would have to give him something but the truth is out of the question. It could ruin everything. It’s stupid anyway.

If you wait a few days and make yourself conveniently “busy,” these feelings would go away. Everything would go back to normal, or as close as it could.

Clearing your throat, you push some hair out of your eyes. “Chaos, organized. Needed to be during a busy time of day to get in the way of the governor debates. The news would be so focused on that they would miss discussions about the future of the city.”

Bruce hums, eyes slightly lighting up. “I thought that too. Maybe would also give them a good opening for an attack on city hall.” He chuckles as he continues. “Though, I don’t think he was ready for the debate to get canceled.”

You couldn’t help but smile back. But just as quickly as the smile appears on your face, it disappears.

You need to keep the warm feeling in your chest at bay. Plus, you still don’t know his whereabouts the night before. But a partner wouldn't ask about that. A partner wouldn't care. It's just work.

You know he had talked to Gordon a few times. Once you left. Again around the time the bat signal shone against the clouds. But that only accounted for a small portion of the time you weren’t together.

There was plenty of room for more to happen that you didn’t know about and shouldn’t care about. And yet, you do.

Bruce’s smile dies as he watched yours slide off your face. He looks concerned and confused at the same time, eyebrows agitatedly scrunching together.

When he realizes you aren’t going to add anything, his mouth wordlessly moves as he grasps to fill the silence.

“Did you get hurt?” He sputters.

He steps toward you, reaching out a hand you knew was warm and gentle, but you retreat, backing up toward your bedroom.

Not because you remembered you have breakfast with Gordon in twenty minutes and counting, but because you don’t know where his hands have been the night before.

Your heart isn’t ready to take any more blows, not when hope is starting to patch up the breaks in its armor.

You can’t ignore the flash of pain that dampens his eyes and sends a twitch through his fingers. He doesn’t quite withdraw his hand but he leaves it hanging in the air. It’s an offering, but it no longer searches for your arm.

A twinge of regret twists in your chest. You don’t like seeing him so disappointed, but you can’t risk acting on your hope until you know what happened last night.

Rubbing your arms, you offer him a brief apologetic look before pressing your lips into a line. “I’m fine. Just a few scratches.”

“Do you need any help with them?” His eyebrows lifted, face open and wondering, eagerly waiting for your response. The hope of a “yes” colors his warming gaze.

Even though your heart warms at his concern, you take a deep breath and brace yourself. “I managed. But I appreciate it.” You don’t let his disappointed expression stop you from moving forward.

This would be better for both of you. It would be better to stop pretending like you really meant anything significant to each other. You’d always be partners, but that would be it. Just professionals that worked well together.

“Listen,” you start, trying to wipe the sad puppy eye expression from Bruce’s face. “Can we talk later? I’m meeting Gordon in twenty minutes and I still need to get ready.”

Bruce, still looking dejected, blinks and then nods. His eyes are unfocused. You fight off the clenching of your heart. You remember that look all too well, but you won’t let it stop you. You couldn’t keep letting your hope get the better of you.

But denying it hurts Bruce. You never want to hurt him.

You turn to go get ready, already preparing to fight through tears as he left.

Then his voice, sad and open, calls to you. “Was it something I did?”

[davidlcki]

christmas!battinson?! kissing under the mistletoe? snow fights in the garden? baking cookies? PLEASE

wayne manor christmas

I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH THANK YOU ANON THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! happy early holidays everyone! i hope you all enjoy, although my writing skills aren’t at 100% currently.

pairing: pattinson! bruce wayne/ reader

warnings: none :)

you woke up this morning with a start. bruce however was not ready to get up, moaning tiredly as you roll over on top of his sleeping figure.

“bruce! come on let’s get up!” you whisper shout as you card your fingers through his black hair. he opens one eye to peer down at you.

“what’s the occasion?” he asks sarcastically, his voice was low and hoarse from sleep. you roll your eyes and sit up, tugging him by his arm until he unwillingly stands up. once he was on his feet and you smothered him with kisses, he began to perk up and even show you one of his rare smiles. what made this morning better was the snow that was steadily falling outside. it was christmas morning and you were too eager to head downstairs and exchange presents with bruce.

“here’s yours my good sir” you hand the present to him gracefully and watch eagerly as he rips off the wrapping. his eyes visibly light up as he observes your gift to him. it was an expensive watch that he had been eyeing for MONTHS but never got around to buying.

“my watch! i love it, thank you honey” bruce kisses your lips gently and you could feel him smile against you. “here, open yours”

you open the present quickly, too excited to see what lies inside. once pulling the box open, you were met with the most beautiful necklace you’d ever seen. he knew your taste perfectly. you were too afraid to ask how much it cost.

“bruce! it’s beautiful, thank you!” you nearly knock him backwards as you throw your arms around him and kiss him all over for the second time that day. the two of you spent another hour, talking and opening your smaller gifts for each other. before deciding to bake cookies for the christmas party you were hosting tonight.

“do we really have to host the party?” bruce asks, to which alfred gives a glare.

“yes, master wayne. it would be good for you to connect with some old friends, don’t you think?”

“plus we can show off our christmas decorations” you give an encouraging smile and pull out the christmas cookie ingredients.

baking took a lot longer than it should have. you were either throwing flour at each other, or shielding the raw dough from bruce who would have eaten it all if you let him. but alas, you eventually got the cookies baking in the oven.

“mission accomplished!” you high five bruce, which creates a cloud of flour. bruce had white handprints all over his clothes, and on his nose and cheeks.

“you got a little something” you point at your own nose, and bruce gives you a scowl.

“really? i didn’t notice” he throws sarcasm at you, and sticks his hand into the pile of flour on the counter. before you could react, he had rubbed it all down your face and shirt.

“oh my god!” you smack his hands away and gasp with shock, although a smile was tugging at your lips.

the two of you ended up showering while the cookies baked, and by the time you were finished getting ready, people were arriving for the party. you and bruce were in ugly christmas sweaters that you insisted would be cute to wear as you greeted guests that arrived. you enjoyed catching up with old friends, and even though bruce wasn’t enthusiastic, you could tell he enjoyed the socializing at least a little bit.

you both had an overwhelming feeling of normalcy, not having to worry about crime in the city as much, it seemed batman’s presence had really made it die down. it felt good to be able to breathe, and have something as normal as a party.

an hour in, the two of you were socially drained. you stood off under a wide doorframe, lost in a conversation that you didn’t have to force out like around guests. suddenly, bruce looks up. furrowing your brows, you follow his gaze and notice a mistletoe hanging above the two of you. you look back at him, giving him that ‘really?’ stare, along with a playful smile.

“did you plan this?” you cock your head to the side, bruce copies your head tilt and steps closer to you.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about” he shrugs and places a hand on your waist. his other hand gracefully balanced a wine glass. you on the other hand, nearly spilled your drink down his back as you wrapped your arms around his neck. you connected your lips with his, the kiss was passionate, a kiss reserved for when it’s just you and him (how convenient that the mistletoe is just out of the party’s eye?). no matter how long you’ve known bruce, every kiss felt like the first with him. the sparks never fade, but only grow stronger. hell, you felt like a highschooler.

the party flew by quickly with the help of being tipsy, and when you gave your farewells to all the guests you noticed the snow outside. the light from the moon bounced off of the powdery substance and you guessed there was maybe 2-3 feet of snow now. you gave bruce the look, and he immediately shook his head no.

“please!!” you clasp your hands together and show puppy eyes in a silent beg, and bruce quickly gives in.

in an instant you were in your winter clothes and out into the night, trudging through the snow filled garden with a childlike wonder in your eyes. you turned to bruce to speak to him, but were instantly met with a snowball to the shoulder. you gasp in fake shock, and you suddenly felt like you were in a gunslinger stand off. the two of you made eye contact, waiting to see who would make the first move. quickly, you run behind a bush and begin to create snowballs that you hurled at bruce. you managed to dodge (most of) them, but when you popped up from your bush again, you noticed he was gone. carefully, you creep through the garden, armed with two snowballs.

“bruuuuuuceeeee” you sing out teasingly, tossing the snowball up and down in your gloved hand. before you could even react, bruce pops out from behind a tree and charges at you. you manage to throw one snowball before he gets to you, and sends the two of you crashing to the ground. you let out a scream, followed by laughter from the both of you. you take a breath to calm down, but fall into a fit again at the sight of bruce’s face absolutely covered in snow.

“oh that’s funny?” he teases, grabbing your face and shaking the snow off of him onto you.

“hey, hey!!!” you grab his own face to stop him, the two of you were now dripping with melted snow. you kiss one of the snowflakes off of his cheek near the corner of his mouth, and when you pull back he catches you in another kiss on the lips. you smile against him and kiss back eagerly.

“can we go back inside now?” bruce’s voice was shaking slightly as he smiled at you, and it made you aware of how cold you were yourself.

“good idea”

[celestialnxva]

Two Rose Petals, Intertwined

༄ Ch. 1 of the 'Hiraya' Series.

(Pattinson) Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary: With your life falling apart, sitting in an open park in the most dangerous parts of Gotham City so late at night is the least of your concerns. A masked vigilante, on the other hand, thinks otherwise.

Tags: 'strangers' to friends (don't worry, romance will happen lol), fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, mentions of suicidal thoughts, canon typical violence.

WC: 6k+ words.

Timeline: before the events of The Batman.

main masterlist. | batman/hiraya series masterlist.

It wasn’t news to anyone that Gotham City was a dangerous place to be late at night. Any Gothamite who grew up after the golden era of the city was taught to stay inside, for there were many criminals who roamed the streets, looking for a reason to hurt someone for their sick pleasure. It was common sense, and any citizen concerned for their life would heed this warning and stay at home.

So why were you sitting outside in the park at the darkest hour of the night?

There were multiple reasons as to why you were willingly putting yourself in danger tonight. You would think that anyone who was living your life would do the exact same thing. Fired from your job, disowned by your family, kicked out of your home, completely bankrupt; why should you be concerned about staying out tonight? Even if you wanted to stay inside and protect yourself, you didn’t exactly have a choice to do so. 

So what more did you have to lose?

Relaxing your tense body into the stiff bench, you looked out towards the remains of what used to be a flourishing park; a park that everyone used to stroll around and play in. The last memory you had of this abandoned park was when you were but a small child. Young and naïve, your frail body did the best that it could to support your energetic spirit, helping you sprint excitedly around the park perimeters. Your mother was so happy then, and you’d like to believe that it was because you weren’t sick during that time. You could say the same about your father too. Though they never really accompanied you on your trips to the park, they still cared for you back then, and remembering that type of care as they disowned you years later was painful enough as it is. 

Life was so simple back then, you concluded. You cited that time to be the best time in your life. It was especially a happy time because you remembered fondly of a little boy that loved to play with you each time you visited the park. You knew of the boy’s name, of course; who wouldn’t know about the infamous Bruce Wayne? You did ponder over the years as to whether or not you should reach out to him, but you decided against it. Why would you? He would only grimace and look pitfully at the pathetic being you have blossomed into. They say that a childhood friend was meant to become a distant memory of your childhood; but. a part of you hoped that he still remembers the special times he spent with you. 

But thinking about your lovely childhood didn’t seem to distract you enough from the current predicament that you were in. Thinking about your childhood friend and the loving gazes your parents held for you wasn’t enough for you to forget about how bitterly cold your life had become. Going to this park did not take your eyes away from your worn-out wheelchair beside your favorite bench. 

And with that, you realized that life wasn’t worth living for anymore.

So you allowed yourself to cry, after years of keeping your sorrow hidden deep inside your heart. You let out a soft sob, a small display of the overwhelming agony your body and your mind had been in since the day your little body collapsed on the kitchen floor; a day you will always remember. You let your body collapse with the same vulnerability as it did back then; and for the first time, you allowed yourself to feel the hopelessness of your lonely life. You let yourself do so because you knew that tonight, you would finally let the corruption of Gotham City take you out the same exact way it had taken your life away from you all those years ago. 

So, you waited for the inevitable, only hoping that your murderer would kill you quickly and efficiently. 

But instead of a gunshot to your head or a knife to your back, you heard a loud explosion echoing in the distance. Startled, you clutched your chest to calm your racing heart as your eyes reflected the orange hues of the destructive fires. Typically, you have grown to ignore these explosions, but tonight, the destruction seems beautiful to you. Despite police sirens wailing irritatingly, the fire’s smoke swirled up into the cloudy, night sky. Barely were you able to see the stars through the veil of polluted air, but to you, it was normal. It was what made Gotham City–well– Gotham City. 

Mesmerized by the sight, you allowed yourself to forget about your problems for a little while. Even if they were faint, you could feel the stars shine their light upon your tear-stricken face. A small smile graces your features from the feeling of the little glimpse of Nature above and around you. It was if it was shielding you from the rest of the world, your own little oasis from the pain and suffering of life around you. Its arms ghosted against your cold skin, and embraced you protectively. At this very moment, you felt like you were going to be okay. Maybe–just maybe, it was okay to let yourself revel in the peace through the one way you knew best. 

Not caring about others seeing you now, you removed your gloves to reveal your scarred hands. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and took in the smell of both the polluted air and the grass’ faint morning dew. Now grounded, your hand extended outward and splayed open with your palm side up. From there, you simply allowed yourself to exist and let the magick take control. 

You first felt this pull towards magick when you were younger. You weren’t exactly sure how or why, but what you did know was that you wanted to learn more about it. With only a little training from a next-door, old witch, you have managed to possess a tiny fraction of the magick you knew you were capable of. It had the potential to be powerful, yes, but only when wielded properly and fully mastered. You supposed that this was yet another failure to add to your long list. 

Even if you wanted to quit many times in the past, something–rather someone–kept telling you to continue honing your powers on your own. None of this was clear in your head, but the details of it all doesn’t matter anymore; not when you have nothing left except for magick and your wheelchair beside you. So, you allowed yourself to exist and let the magick take control. 

Waiting was the hard part, but once the ‘spirit’ comes, the spirit brings out beautiful magick that you never thought you were capable of creating. This time, it was even more beautiful than the last time you did this. Sparks that resembled swirls of light blue wind slipped from your fingers tips and towards the wilted tree across from the park from you. When you felt the wind rub delicately against the harsh bark of the tree, you imagined the tree blossoming and spreading its newfound youth to the rest of the park. You imagined your beloved park to be like it used to be.

And when you opened your eyes, you watched it all happen in complete, childlike wonder. 

Like you imagined, the swirling winds spiraled from the bottom of the tree all the way to the tallest branch. Like a flower, the naked branches bloomed luscious, green leaves; each leaf looked exactly like the way you remembered it. One by one, the same was done to each tree. Looking around you, the winds picked up its pace until the entire park had miraculously transformed into a blossoming garden of flowers, trees, and neatly cut pathways from the center fountain to the small playground across from it. For the first time in years, you smiled genuinely and unconditionally. 

You did it. Now, you can be a child again. 

With the same shaky hand you extended out to the tree earlier, you let your now-weighted fingertips slowly twirl to form a beautiful red rose. Silently, you watched the rose float only inches above your fingertips. It was beautiful, yes, but something was missing. You thought for a moment on what this dilemma could be, but then it came to you. 

It had to be a briar rose. 

Briar Rose, the name the little boy used to call you. The poor kid’s parents died when you two were only nine years old, but it still didn’t deter him from seeing you at the park. Although you had certainly driven many kids away from you at that point with how sickly you had become, it never fazed Bruce in the slightest. He was the only boy–no–the only person who treated you like you were a human being. At that point, you two had become each other’s comfort. He was your Robin, a symbol of hope that everything would get better for you; and you were his Briar Rose, the only soft happiness he had when his life grew the ugliest thorns. Sure, these were quite grim nicknames to call each other as kids, but after going through hell, those names were the best both of you could come with.

As your mind wandered to the kind boy, you only hoped that he was happy without you. You hoped that he knew how much he meant to you.

Before you knew it, the thorns that had been spiraling around the rose had started to crush it. In slight panic, you relaxed your tense fingertips and let the rose breathe. The tears you thought had dried an hour ago had come back at full force once again, drowning you in both happy nostalgia and bitter grief. As your shaky hand drew the floating rose closer, your tears had soon dripped down through the spiky thorns and landed gently on the flower’s delicate petals. And as you cried, you looked up at the stars above you and tried to smile through the overwhelming feelings spilling from deep inside you. 

“Thank you for everything, my Robin,” you whispered reverently into the cold air. 

And with the newfound hope Robin’s name gave to you, you allowed yourself to close your eyes, finally at peace. 

The city lights flickered and the shouts of angry criminals robbing screaming citizens echoed around the park did not make it past the barrier of green trees and the protection nature gave to you. If someone could see you now, they would surely not believe their eyes and simply walk away. And you wouldn’t care. Leaving you alone was the best thing anyone could do tonight. 

Unfortunately, someone did see you, and that someone was none other than the Batman. 

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What was meant to be a swift night on patrol quickly went south when some mad man who called himself  ‘The Joker’ had committed mass murder on innocent people at one of Gotham City’s banks. When he became Batman, he knew that he would be facing difficult battles with the same type of criminal scum that killed his parents; but no one could ever predict that Batman would be faced with criminal masterminds. Joker was committing a smaller act of crime with robbing a bank, but senseless murder for the fun of it, exploding the bank entirely, and having a getaway plan that fooled even the great detective was an unsettling thought that continued to plague his mind for the rest of the night. Clearly, he needed to rest early tonight if he wanted to outwit his new adversary. But as he walked up to the Batmobile to make his way home, his eyes caught onto the sight of a rose petal floating in front of him. Normally, he would just ignore it like it was any other leaf, but this rose wasn’t a normal one he had seen before. Roses as red as blood didn’t exist in Gotham City anymore, not since he had seen them when he…

Nevermind that now. 

Against his better judgment, he walked past the Batmobile and followed the rose petal.  He watched from the shadows how it seemed to float like it had a life of its own. Twirling elegantly with the direction of the cold breeze, the petal glowed even under the dimmest of street lamps in Gotham City. Batman picked up his pace to keep up with the petal; but as soon as he caught up to it, it suddenly disappeared. Trying not to panic, his steady eyes looked around him, looking for where the petal could have gone. 

It did come back, though, and it came back with a sight Batman had never thought he would ever see in his life here. The lone petal appeared from the shadows around a street corner, but the petal was not alone anymore. 

Accompanying the petal was another petal beside it. 

The petal resumed the familiar dance in the wind, but now completely intertwined with the other petal. He watched with curiosity as the petals danced and twirled around him, as if they were caressing him delicately. It seemed inviting to him, almost as if they were meant to lead him somewhere. His gut feeling was typically never wrong, and it was telling him to continue following this strange anomaly. If he believed in magic, then he could certainly buy that it was a harmless trick. But what if it was another dangerous villain that could control nature?

Or what if it was something else entirely?

A feeling unknown to him, yet completely familiar bubbled up his chest; and since he didn’t like not knowing things, he simply couldn’t wait any longer. 

Closing his eyes for a moment to take a deep breath, he started to sprint towards a certain direction, hoping that these mysterious petals would take the hint and guide him. As he expected, these strange partners twirled past his head and guided him along the way. He used the wind the petals traveled on to keep him steady while he sprinted forward. With his thoughts racing in his mind, he could only hope that as he turned this street corner, he would find something that didn’t pose a threat to Gotham City. 

And when he did turn that street corner, his paranoid eyes fell upon the strangest, yet most beautiful sight he had ever seen in his life: fresh, luscious nature, and at the very center of it, a seated stranger. 

Stopping in his tracks, he immediately hid himself in the shadows before he could allow himself to observe you. He hesitated to, especially after his fiasco with the Joker. Remembering the potential threat this stranger could pose brought him back to his senses. He tried to force himself to look up away from the beautiful scenery in front of him (as tempting it is to call it so); but try as he could, it didn’t stop the racing of his heart whenever his eyes settled upon the stranger. He could only see the back of their head from where he stood, yet he felt so drawn to them. He couldn’t place the reason why. But as he narrowed his eyes to observe nervously, the flower petals peeked from the corner of his eye. Shifting his eyes over to stare at the two, the petals slowed down and moved towards where he stood. The wind propelling them forward brushed its ghostly fingertips tenderly against his cheek. The breeze felt so human, specifically a human that he somehow felt connected to. As the breeze and the petals floated away and towards the stranger, he couldn’t help but wonder if what he was seeing was an actual ghost. His mother did tell him that ghosts were probably real. 

Maybe it was his mother standing there.

The thought made his heart skip a beat, but as he thought about it more, the stranger looked nothing like his mother. The wheelchair beside the stranger easily gave that away. What he did find strange, though, was that this park was supposed to be wilted and abandoned. Just yesterday he visited it, and it looked nothing like what he was seeing now. Now, it looked like it was brought to life, a sanctuary amongst the gritty reality of the apartment complexes around it. It looked… It looked like what he remembered this park used to look like back then when he played at the park with the one person he cared for so much, and the one person that he never seemed to know entirely. 

Briar Rose.

The memory was a painful one for him because he was just a boy when he met them. Joyful and full of life, they were one of the few happy memories he could remember before his parents died. Briar Rose, his best friend and first love. 

‘His only love,’ he remembered, but could never admit it to himself. 

There was a pang in his chest remembering the loss of his childhood friend. He had searched for them for years since his sudden disappearance when they were only ten years old. He cursed himself for never asking for their last name, and even then, there were no records of them. It was as if they didn’t even exist. After so many years, he had decided to ease the pain in his heart by telling himself that they died. It was a way that at least gave him peace of mind—that they were safe in the Afterlife, and not suffering in this hellhole he called life. But despite all efforts in forgetting about his friend, he couldn’t erase the feeling of their hugs, their fingertips caressing his cheek, their knuckles playfully rubbing against his head, and especially their laughter.

There was just no forgetting of a someone as special as them. 

Before he could dwell on this past memory any further, he heard a soft sob come from the stranger’s lips. His eyes snapped back to full attention and stared at the shaking figure. They must’ve been so cold and so lonely if they were hanging around alone in the worst parts of the city and in this abandoned park. The assessment of their vulnerability eased the detective’s mind a bit, for this stranger did not seem to be a villain or a threat of any kind. This stranger was just a Gothamite. If that was the case, he didn’t really need to be here, now did he? He was Vengeance, not some babysitter to a stranger with their own problems. But as he turned around to grumble about his time wasted in chasing random petals, one sentence slipped out of the stranger’s mouth that made his entire world turn upside down all over again. 

“Thank you for everything, my Robin.”

His blood ran cold. 

There was no possible way. 

He just–

The stranger.

It couldn’t be.

‘My Briar Rose…’

Feeling out of breath, he pressed his back against the grimy building. He scanned the stranger all over again, finally connecting the dots. The rose petals, the wheelchair, the flourishing park, all of it were clues to lead him back to his childhood friend. The same childhood friend he was staring at was the one that he thought was dead; and now, he didn’t know if he wanted to cry, to hug you, or to walk away. None of those options seemed appealing in the slightest, but he had to make a decision quickly. What if you slipped from his fingertips again? What would he do with himself?

So, like the wind that led him to you, he propelled himself towards where you sat, the lone petal so close to intertwining once again with his other petal. 

His Briar Rose. 

The closer he got, the more he tried to compose himself. Even though he missed you dearly, he was just a stranger to you. He wasn’t Bruce Wayne. He was Batman. It was ironic to think about how he had always thought of Batman being the more comfortable mask to wear than ‘Bruce Wayne,’ but now, he wished he could strip all his armor off and be the childhood friend he always was to you. 

Now only a few feet away, he could see you admiring a floating rose in your hand, the rose adorned with thorns wrapped protectively around it. He didn’t know you could be capable of doing magic; magic wasn’t even real to him before he set his eyes upon you. Yet, it did not deter him from drawing himself closer to you. He restrained himself desperately, and tried to pull away to leave you alone, but he just couldn’t. Not when he had finally found the love of his life. 

Shyly, he hid behind one of the trees outlining the edge of the park. He tried not to laugh sadly at his position being the exact same one he had met you in for the first time. Hiding behind a tree and too shy to talk to the bubbly kid who only played with themself and their parents nowhere in sight, now here he was, too shy once again to approach you. 

Unfortunately, he would not stay in his hiding spot for long. 

“Come out. I know you’re there,” you said amusedly without turning your back, exactly like you had done so when you first met him.

He froze. Was he ready enough to see you again? Was he composed enough to pretend to be someone other than Bruce Wayne? Was he ready to see the look of disappointment when you realize who he is and what he had become?

You know what?

Fuck it. 

With a shaky exhale, Batman pried himself away from his safety spot against the tree and walked towards you. In the pale moonlight, you seemed to glow, and even without seeing you yet, he bet you looked as attractive as you had been in his eyes since he had met you all those years ago. Little by little, he kept his footsteps steady despite his stuttering heartbeat pounding in his ears. You were here, you were finally here, you were–

As he made his way to you and turned to face you from his place within the shadows of the park, his face fell at the sight. You had been crying, obvious from the blood-shot eyes and dry tear marks against your skin. He didn’t know it could be possible, but you looked sicker since he had last seen you. Your exposed hands shakily resting on your lap were scarred from what he assumed to be from a fire. Yet despite all of these observations, what caught his eye the most was the flower that floated above one of your hands resting on your lap. It confirmed to be what he feared and hoped for at the same time: 

A beautiful, red rose, locked inside intertwining thorns. Protected, yet tragically removed and isolated from the rest of the world. Briar Rose.

He said nothing, for he did not have any words to express his shock and delight. Though you had grown, you still had this youthful hope that everything was still going be okay. He wondered what had happened in your life to bring you as low as seeking refuge in an abandoned park so late into the night. Whatever it was, he was only grateful that he found his way back to you. So while he did say nothing, his eyes swirled with emotions both known and unknown to him; but all of them belonged to you and you alone. 

Luckily for him, you did have something to say. 

“Don’t be afraid. I know this situation may be weird to you, but I promise you that I’m not a criminal, Batman,” you said with a weak chuckle. It surprised Bruce that you could tell who he was, but then again, not many people stalked you from the shadows in the way that he had done. Alfred told him that it was impolite to stalk people, but Alfred was Alfred. He didn’t have to listen to him. Mostly. But for you? He would listen. So, with a heavy heart, Bruce stepped forward into the lit up space that the fountain provided light for. Bruce, with his tall figure built and geared up for battle, stood in front of you with as much stoicness that he could muster. He hoped that it would be enough for you to not figure out his true identity. 

But with how easy it was for you to recognize that Batman was spying on you— albeit unsettling to him—he couldn’t help but wonder if you had already figured him all out. 

He looked like the very definition of seriousness and indifference, but in your eyes, he seemed defensive. You wondered why. “Come, sit with me for a little while,” you offered, but he made no move to sit beside you. You tried not to bite your lip in disappointment and instead looked down to tend to your rose. You supposed a ‘no thank you’ wouldn’t hurt to hear from the vigilante, but who were you to think that you mattered to anyone in this world. 

This did not go unnoticed by Batman; by Bruce. 

Despite his nerves telling him to run away and hide in his tower again, to run away from all of these weird and vulnerable feelings, he propelled himself forward and sat down on the spot on bench beside you. He turned his head and gently maneuvered your wheelchair closer to you. The gesture was small, but with the fond smile you gave him, he was glad to do so. If you wanted him to do small tasks, tend to you like he used to, then he will let it be; just for tonight. 

A moment of silence passed between the two of you and before he could force himself to start with small talk, you spoke once more.

“I’m a little surprised to see you here, Bruce. I thought you’d be fighting crime on the other side of the city tonight,” you murmured to him quietly while you continued to thread the thorns around the poor rose. Bruce, on the other hand, did not have the casual reaction you did in figuring out his identity. 

“How—?” he tried to start out. He turned to you quickly with panic in his eyes. “Wh-How did you—?”

“Oh please,” you scoffed. “I knew from the moment you hid behind that tree. And looking at me like you saw a ghost, Bruce? It’s not hard to connect the dots. I don’t need magick to figure that out.”

Despite all of his shock and his nervousness, he did his best to relax back into his spot beside you. He supposed that he wasn’t really so subtle about knowing you, but it still unnerved him with how observational you are. But then again, with all the adventures and mysteries you solved as children, he wouldn’t necessarily be surprised. He supposed that he could at least drop some anxieties about keeping his identity hidden from you, even if it did make him nervous to know that someone else knows about his identity as Batman. He didn’t want you to worry about him, so he just sighed deeply and rubbed his gloved hands on his armored thighs. Another wave of silence passes between the two of you until—all of a sudden—you both start to chuckle. Unspoken feelings passed between the two of you, feelings that only you two would know and laugh about. 

“I see you’ve taken my advice of being a hero quite literally,” you snorted. 

“And you seem to actually possess strange magick skills despite you convincing me to believe that magick wasn’t real,” he joked back lightheartedly, a side of him that he doesn’t let anyone see—except for you. 

After a shared (and equally awkward) laugh, you both calmed down and fell into a more comfortable silence. It surprised you of how quiet Bruce has gotten over the years, but back then, he expressed that you gave him room to grow and become himself around you. Maybe the years without you forced him into shy isolation again. You would make sure to fix that, but before you could do so, you knew you had to explain to Bruce about your situation—the reason why you’re here. Bruce seemed to be thinking the same thing. 

“Let me help you.”

It was your turn to look up at him flabbergasted. You were going to protest, to yell at him to not feel an obligation to take care of an old friend, but he wouldn’t have any it. In fact, he knew exactly the right way to silence you: the infamous charming Wayne smile that still made you weak in the knees. How did this kid get even more handsome since the last time you saw him? 

Your heart beating loud in your chest, how could you refuse? He was finally here, and the nature clearly blessed you with this opportunity to reconnect. But one thing kept you from saying yes, an important setback that really made you hesitant to accept his offer: He was Batman. 

Seeming to sense your hesitation in your shift in body language, he slowly reached up to barely brush against the skin of your cheek, a comfort gesture that he had always done when you were crying from pain in your body or the intense bullying from the other children at the park. The gesture made you freeze in your place (as it had always done) and soon you felt your anxious shoulders relax as well.

“Look at me,” he says gently, though firm in his tone, wanting to connect with you once again. Once you had done so, he takes a moment to collect his thoughts; and when he had done so, he began the speech that he had been too cowardly to tell you when you were still kids:

“I should’ve done this years ago. I knew that you were suffering in silence from your parents’ negligence and the pain from not getting proper treatment. I was so focused on avenging my parents that I failed to see the severity of your situation.” He took your hands into his gloved ones and his eyes softened with each word that slipped from his quivering lips. “I’ve spent years trying to find you and now that you’re here, I don’t want to lose another chance of asking you the one question I have always wished to tell you.”

Finally, he squeezed them gently to emphasize the truth of his words. The act only made you more nervous, wondering what could be so important for him to wait for so many years in order to say it to your face.

“I want you to come stay with me.”

Oh. 

“Pardon…?” you squeaked out breathlessly, unsure of what to make out of his request. He let out a sigh and looked down at your intertwined hands defeatedly. When he did so, however, he noticed that two of the rose’s petals had fallen off of the flower and onto his hands. Taking it as meaningful symbolism of their friendship, he now had more determination. 

“I want to give you the best treatments, a safe place to live, and a sustainable job that doesn’t force you to suffer in silence from all your bodily pain,” he explained further. When he saw you were still hesitant, he started to caress your hands with his thumb soothingly.

“I know that this is your battle to fight, and you don’t have to work for Wayne Enterprises if the idea of me having a full monopoly over your life makes you uncomfortable; but,” he looked back down shamefully. “I just want to make up for lost time and show you that life isn’t so bad; not when you have someone you care about by your side.”

He might be speaking subtly about his own feelings towards you, but he figured that you could at least reciprocate his friendship, even if it hurt to not tell the honest truth. Not yet.

It took a while for you to think. You weighed the pros and cons as he spoke, but his last sentence caught you by surprise. Did he…?

You looked up and saw him practically sulking and you almost laughed out of amusement. He looked ridiculous and almost childish, despite his intimidating suit. You supposed you had to respond to his offer now.

He felt one scarred hand reach up to caress his exposed cheek, and it caused him to shudder from his first intimate touch from a person since he last saw you. Noticing his sensitivity in your presence, you finally chuckled amusedly out loud and gently tilted his head up to look at you this time. He refused to believe that was blushing from a single gesture from you. Frankly, that would be pretty embarrassing if that were true (it was true). 

“‘Someone you care about,’ huh?” you started before your amused smile turned into a cheeky smirk. He gulped.

“You seem to be speaking from experience. Do you mind telling me who the lucky person is? Will I get to meet them?” you said teasingly. You only hoped to the Universe that the pang in your chest was one of hope that he would say that he has always loved you and not of the pain of knowing that Bruce had fallen in love with someone else and it might be too late for you to confess your lifelong secret. 

But judging from his now flustered expression, you were more hopeful for the former; and now, you were pretty sure of what he is going to say. 

“I…” he trailed off and tried to look away from you, but your hand was firm in keeping his eyes fixated on you. You were clearly not going to let him off the hook without an answer, so he flew all reservations and subtleties out the window and finally spoke his truth. 

“I care about you, (y/n). I always have,” he said quickly before his eyes did the best it could to look away from your piercing gaze. He waited in anticipation for your reaction. Even though his feelings were so much more than a friendly affection towards his friend, he couldn’t allow himself to get too excited right now, not when his friend’s safety and well-being was more important than any lingering feelings he had.

He knew, of course, that you must be thinking that he was too corny, but your reaction wasn’t something that he expected. 

Instead, you stayed silent, conveying to him to explain more; and when he looked back to see you more intrigued rather than offended, a newfound hope blossomed in his chest. He hated how terrifying it felt to be in love with you for so long; and he knew that once he started, he wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer; not after so many years apart.

“You have always meant a lot to me, ever since the moment I saw you splashing around in the fountain. I have never stopped caring for you, even after so many years apart. I…” he gulped. “I couldn’t move on and I couldn’t forgive myself for being away from you for so many years without a single goodbye. You deserve better–I know–and maybe it’s too late to ask you to forgive me for leaving you so suddenly; but, at least I can rest easy, knowing that I properly said goodbye to you,” he confessed with an embarrassed look on his face.

Even though he had told the truth, he still followed up with a final statement. “So if you want nothing to do with me, I completely understand and just go—”

You lunged towards him and hugged him tightly.

You were hugging him.

He was in your arms again.

You were hugging him.

Oh God. 

This inner dialogue repeated over and over in his head, to the point where he almost forgot to hug back. Dirty, shaky from the cold, and body bruised from all the punches he had sustained in his last fight, he hugged back with all of his heart, soul, and mind. From how tight you squeezed him in your arms, he took this as a silent statement of your forgiveness for his sudden absence and your acceptance of his offer. If he could float, he would be soaring high in the clouds right now from this euphoric feeling. 

Eventually, this hug had to end, and he tried his best not to chase after your retreating embrace. Before you could say anything to reaffirm what he already knows, he was already quick to shower your scarred hands with reverent kisses, each one a silent ‘thank you’ for giving him a chance to be in your life again. 

As you sat on the lone bench beside Bruce and relished in his comfortable company, you understood now that he didn’t want to fix you with his care, his money, or his power. No, he wanted to give you another chance to heal–both mentally and physically. He wanted to support you and your journey, just as much as you had been his inspiration to become Batman. You understood that, ultimately, he just missed you and wanted a chance at happiness with him your side. 

And even if he most likely will never reciprocate your romantic feelings, you knew that he loved you in his own way. He always had and he always will. 

Even as years had gone by and many real problems threatened to break you two apart, you would always come back together and give this friendship another chance. So, you and Bruce will always remember this special day, the day that two rose petals finally met again, intertwined, and dancing harmoniously through the soft winds of life itself.

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The first thing that came into my mind when I saw Dream was how him and Pattinson!Batman would be best friends with mutual love for emo and goth aesthetic.

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Gilded City- Part Two

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Fem! Reader (Batman in there too hehe)

Rating: Pretty PG !!

Warnings: Mention of a strip club, implied sexual harassment in the workplace, overall pretty fluffy though

Word count: 2,596

A/n: hey everyoneee 😏 excited for yall to read this insanely long chapter (bc I got carried away). It's a lot of cute shit with the one and only babygirl Brucie pookie (I regret typing that.) Anyways enjoy!!!!

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The concept of darkness wasn’t a frightening one. Not to me. Not when I’ve lived like this for so long; embracing the unknown, living comfortably with fear. Darkness was a reality.

    I woke up enveloped in darkness. 

    I remember the heavy shroud of black that anesthetized me before, but opening my eyes to the same darkness was unexpected.

    Strangely enough, I still didn’t feel afraid.

    I felt the reeling delay of movement and my head spun. I groaned, but it reverberated in my head and I felt much worse. I finally creaked open my eyes to see that I wasn’t walking, but getting carried.

    A sudden fear paralyzed my body as I began to recall what happened before I blacked out. One of them kidnapped me. 

    I tried to focus my cloudy eyes, wincing at the sensation of my pulse hammering in my ears. I mustered up enough strength to move my arm up to push his face and hopefully cause him to stagger so I could run.

    Wait, what was that?

    I squinted, craning my neck to look up and find that the strange material I felt was the vinyl-esque material of a mask.

    The pieces didn’t click for a long while. My eyes were still focusing and unfocusing like a broken digital camera trying to process the image in front of me.

    There was a silence before he sharply inhaled, his lips pressed into a line, and looked me in the eyes. 

    With a slow exhale, he blinked a couple times like there were tears in his eyes. Haint blue eyes looked down at me. They were the saddest eyes I’ve ever looked into, yet they filled my senses with deep solace. A warm breeze blowing through the ancient porches of the South. A lonely mourning dove crying out in the pastel, temperate mornings of a better place. 

    With the softest, most gentle eyes, he placed me down even more gently onto an impossibly soft surface I realized was my bed. I felt I was losing consciousness again, but I fought it. I wanted him to stay with me forever. I hadn’t felt safe since I moved to Gotham, but he made me feel vindicated. My salvation.

    Slowly, he slid his hands out from under me and turned to become one with the shadows of my apartment, fading into nothingness just as he’d appeared.

    I reached a shaky hand out towards him.

    “Wait.” I whispered, noticing white bandages littering my arm.

    He paused briefly, turning his head to look at me but not his eyes.

    He was silent for what seemed like an eternity.

    “Stay.” I pleaded under my breath.

    He shook his head and I noticed his body tense like he was restraining himself from moving. His fists were balled, shaking angrily.

    Finally, his hands opened up and he breathed deeply.

    He looked at me with those sad eyes again, this time filled with remorse.

They spoke for him. “You know I can’t do that. You don’t know who I am, what I’ve done.”

    “Will I see you again?” I asked foolishly. I knew the answer.

    All he did was shake his head bittersweetly.

    “I hope not,” he murmured.

    And with that, my angel flew away. 

—

    His voice was absolutely irresistible. Rich and smooth like the finest cognac, but it burned your throat all the same. It was weathered, husky. Dark red velvet; the heaviest, thickest curtains blocking out the piercing, blazing light of Arizona. Or maybe the endless torrent of rain that Gotham eternally seemed to sport. A safeguard against the harsh, loud world outside. 

    I couldn’t get enough.

    I thought about him a lot over the weekend as I tended to my wounds. The violence that happened to me was almost a memory thanks to whatever magic he worked. I wasn’t convinced it wasn’t all just a dream. He appeared and disappeared like a true shadow, just like the legends- the rumors. 

But he’s a man. He’s real. I know that now. To a criminal, of course he’d seem like a wraith that silently kills in its wake. Somehow, that wasn’t the same Batman I met in my room that night. 

I want to say that my questions are answered now that I’ve interacted with him. But that would be a lie. In fact, I have more questions now than I started off with. 

Why did he save me? Chasing the scum is one thing, but to aid the victim is something else in its entirety. There were rumors he gave up on being “vengeance”. Maybe this is what he meant; to have a heart. 

By the following Friday, I was feeling well enough to walk around my house almost like normal. Looking at the barren state of my fridge, I decided I needed to go grocery shopping whether I liked it or not.

Around 12 pm, I stepped out into the cloudy day, waving down a taxi to get to the produce store easier. I couldn’t walk the whole way, and I knew not to get cocky lest I broke something else.

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“Have a good day honey!” The sweet auntie smiled after ringing up my groceries.

I shot her a quick smile in response, heading next door to the chinese bakery to get a quick lunch.

It was relatively empty for midday, but I jumped on the opportunity to get two fresh BBQ pork buns. The man behind me in line seemed relatively familiar, but I didn’t recognize him until the cashier took the name for his order.

“Sorry, just a couple more minutes, okay?” The chef leaned over the counter with an apologetic smile, snapping me out of my shock.

“Yeah, no worries!” I reassured her, trying to ground myself as the man stood a polite distance away from me also waiting for some buns.

I  must have been obvious in my shock, as I heard a quiet chuckle next to me.

“You know, out of all the bakeries I’ve been to in Gotham, this place has the best pork buns.” He spoke lightheartedly.

I nodded, looking at his face with furrowed brows to confirm to myself that this was, in fact, who I thought it was.

Dressed casually in a grey layered sweater and black jeans, it was hard to believe I wasn’t dreaming again.

“Yeah, they’re great. Especially when they’re fresh.” I stammered.

“Worth the wait huh?” He cocked his head at me.

“One hundred percent.” I smiled back, feeling a little less awkward.

“I’m Bruce.” He extended a hand casually.

I shook his hand, momentarily getting lost in the feeling of his cool grip before remembering to introduce myself too.

“Bruce, and…” The chef struggled to read the cashier’s handwriting of my name on the ticket.

“Thank you.” I responded, sporting her a forgiving smile.

I heard Mr. Wayne give his thanks to the cashier, and I prepared to wrangle all my bags for the taxi ride home.

“Do you need any help carrying those?” He asked softly.

“I’m alright, thanks.” I laughed, flustered. “I’m taking the cab home, so it’ll just be a battle getting all my stuff  in one of those little things.”

“Ah,” he nodded, pursing his lips. He then paused  to think for a second. 

“If it’s alright with you, I could drive you.”

The proposal had my eyes bulging out of their sockets.

“Of course, I understand if you don’t want to,” He quickly interjected. “Gotham’s not a safe city by far.” He looked away, a hard expression on his face. 

“My car’s a little bigger than a cab, though.” He joked, seemingly pushing himself out of the headspace he entered.

“I- yeah, um…” I shook my head, trying to comprehend the situation. There was no way this was happening to me.

“Sure,” I sighed.  “I’ll take you up on that offer.” 

He looked down at me, hints of genuine surprise in his eyes.

Such pretty eyes. The fluorescents did them no justice.

“I’m not parked too far from here,” He spoke in that quiet way of his.

He took the grocery bags from me before I had any time to protest, and began to walk outside, holding the door for me as we left the bakery.

I stepped wrong on my injured leg and had to limp a little right before getting to his car, and he looked at my leg with a strange expression. His eyes flicked to the white bandage peeking out of my sleeve and then back to my leg. The expression was mostly sadness, but I saw fragments of regret and guilt in his eyes. 

For a second, I thought I saw those same sad eyes that I’d been thinking about all week.

Popping open the trunk, he placed both of the bags in the back of the car.

    I opened the passenger door and sat down, buckling myself in as the intrusive thoughts seeped into the forefront of my mind. I wondered if this was the last time anyone saw me. I just got into a stranger’s car, no questions asked, with the justification that he was driving me home and he was famous. Maybe also because he was good-looking. 

Something was seriously wrong with me.

Before I could overthink any more, he stepped into the car and turned the key. 

Soft music started playing, and I quickly recognized it as Depeche Mode. I couldn’t help but smile a little, knowing a literal millionaire liked the same group I did.

“I used to have a motorcycle,” he hesitantly said after pulling out of the parking space.

“I ended up getting rid of it.” He finished after a pause.

I nodded.

“Always good to change things up.” I responded politely. He was trying his best to keep small talk going, but it wasn’t working. Poor guy, he probably hasn’t spoken extensively to a civilian, like, ever.

“Which way are we headed?” He looked at me ruefully.

“Ah, right.” I totally forgot he was taking me home. “You can drop me off at the strip club next to the karaoke bar. I live close by.” I auto-piloted the answer, forgetting that not everyone knew where I worked.

My face slowly heated up as I realized and I struggled to explain myself.

“It’s just a big landmark, you know? Not like I go there or anything, I just…” I sighed. 

“Wow, I really wish I’d have chosen anywhere else.” 

I saw the corners of his mouth turn up in almost a smile in my peripheral vision, and my face heated even more somehow. 

“No worries, I get what you mean.” He responded. 

A silence ensued, shifting from awkward to comfortable, as Policy of Truth played softly in the background.

“Never again is what you swore the time before,” I softly sang, tapping my fingers on my leg to the beat.

“You know this song?” He asked, turning his head to look at me briefly.

“Yeah,” I laughed. “They were one of my dad’s favorite groups.”

“Good taste.” He responded simply.

The rest of the ride was a comfortable silence. I still couldn’t believe I was being driven home by Bruce Fucking Wayne. 

He’d gotten more involved in society recently, no doubt trying to fix that broken reputation of his. The news never spoke of him except to call him a shut-in. They described him like a traitor; one of Gotham’s biggest failures. No wonder he tries so hard these days. Who knows, maybe him driving me home was all a really well thought out publicity stunt.

Everything in the news got amplified when the Edward Nashton fiasco was at its peak a couple months ago. They call him The Riddler. Sure, the guy’s in jail now, but the damage he did impacts us still. 

They only got the city fully de-flooded a couple weeks ago. Socially, of course, the impact was even more profound. He created an army of people who thought they could kill the Batman. The message of reforming the city got lost, of course. People want an excuse for violence and now that they have a target, it makes it so easy for them.

It had to be hard for Bruce, too. Being excluded and looked down upon if at all from everyone to suddenly being thrown into the public eye must have given him whiplash. The Riddler targeting him in his attacks was simultaneously the best and worst thing that happened to his career. I guess not much changed, though. To everyone in this city, he was a sob story before and he still is now. 

I was snapped out of my thoughts as I felt the car stop a little ways away from my workplace.

He didn’t look over at me for a minute, hands still on the wheel, blinking quickly as if he was trying to figure out what to say. I decided for him.

“Thank you a lot, Bruce. Truly.” I smiled at him.

“My pleasure.” He awkwardly smiled back like he’d forgotten how. 

We were quiet, just looking into each other’s eyes for a moment. His forced smile melted into a genuine grin. He sharply inhaled, breaking the silence.

“Right, let me help you get your bags.” He popped the trunk, then stepped out of the car; I followed suit.

Wordlessly, he handed me my groceries and pork buns. 

“I guess,” I hesitated, looking away for a moment. “I’ll see you around?”

“Probably.” He simply stated. “I hope so, anyway.”

I couldn’t help but smile up at him. This had to be a dream.

“Thanks again.” I spoke softly.

“Of course. Get well soon.” He ended the sentence with my name, then got into his car. 

I started to walk away at a brisk pace, eyes slowly widening as I realized he said my name. 

Bruce Wayne remembered me. 

Suddenly, the cold weather wasn’t a problem for me anymore. I was as hot as an oven with a fever, walking as quickly as I could to my apartment. 

Shutting the door behind me,  a wide grin broke out on my face and I practically skipped to my fridge to shelve my groceries. Replaying various moments of my afternoon, I giggled like a maniac and tried to remind myself that he was a stranger to me, and treated me with regular levels of politeness. 

“Get a grip!” I spoke out loud, shaking my head. I was disappointed in myself for thinking about him like this. “No more thinking about Bruce Wayne.”

—

I spent the rest of the day thinking about him, so that wasn’t helpful. 

I sat in bed with a cup of tea and reviewed the text I was about to send to one of the girls I worked with. 

“Hey, just wanted to tell you I’m coming back to work Monday. If you’re working over the weekend, can you tell Joey? I tried texting him but got no response.”

The last part was a lie, I never texted my boss. He always took my texts as invitations to come over and “help relax my muscles”. I never let him, thank God.

I pressed send, knowing she wouldn’t respond until the morning if she was working.

Laying in my bed after finishing my tea, I realized just how tired I was, and went to sleep almost immediately. 

I dreamed about the Batman, as I do most nights, but this time Bruce was there too. Two incredible men I didn’t deserve and barely knew I existed were taking care of me like I meant something to them.

Only in my dreams.

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[thejetsetsoldier]

⚔ my savior ⚔

Summary: When a waitress from the Iceberg Lounge is attacked, but the one and only Batman comes to save her, and she finds out that he’s the love of her life.

Word Count: 1,474

Warnings: Cursing, harassment, and violence.

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The air was frigid, and the sky was jet black. The music from the Iceberg Lounge rang in my ears, even after I left the building. Click, click, click. My heels pounded against the cobblestone road. I reached for my purse and flipped it open. I pulled out my phone and was met with the brightness of my lock screen.

2:04 AM

“Shit,” I muttered. Fear began to run through my veins as I recounted all of the stories I had heard about creeps at this hour. I kept my head down and tried to keep walking. I only got so far before I deep, gruff voice brought me to a halt.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doin’ out here so late?” His words were slurred, and he reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. The floodgates opened in my brain, and panic began to wash over me. Was tonight the night that would scar me forever? Would I become another statistic for murder in Gotham? I pretended I did not hear him and tried to keep walking, but he yanked out his hand and grabbed my arm. I yelped, terrified. His hand was rough and dry and sent chills down my spine.

“I know you can hear me, sweetheart.” I slowly brought my gaze up to him, and I was horrified. Dried blood pooled from the top of his head, as a black eye rest on his left side, and he had a busted lip that was slightly bleeding. Not to mention he was hideous. His hair was extremely disheveled, and he was wearing what looked like torn rags. His eyes threw me into a feeling of terror, and I knew that this was not going to end well.

“I... I’m sorry... who are you?” My voice came out quiet, small. He gave me an awful grin, revealing his yellow, crooked teeth, before slowly leaning closer to me. Instinctively, I took a step back, but I was too late.

The strange man grabbed my free arm and started to push me towards a wall. I tried to fight, I truly did, but it was not enough. He was bigger than me and far stronger. Horror, anxiety, dread, all of it was running rampant. My heartbeat was significantly faster, and sweat began to bead on my forehead. I wanted to scream, yell, plead, beg, anything, but my voice was stuck in my throat.

I was pressed against cold, damp bricks. I froze and looked up at him with wide eyes as he pinned my arms up. Finally, I gathered a bit of strength to yell. “HEL-” yet a sharp sting in my cheek silenced me immediately. He began to try to unfasten the buttons of my shirt, but thankfully, he was a sort of idiot, so he was struggling.

“Stop...” I managed to croak out, before hopelessly looking up at the sky. But then it hit me.

The bat signal was shining in the sky, bright as all hell.

A glimmer of hope began to shimmer inside of me before I was brought back to the harsh reality of what was happening to me. The man has successfully been able to undo one button and was hungrily continuing down the line. Disgust filled me as I felt his hot breath against my skin. I lazily kicked my leg out, hoping that something would help me, but it didn’t. I was doomed.

BAM!

The man fell to the road, a scream escaping his body. “What?” I mumbled to myself, looking at the man now laying on the ground. I looked left and right, but all I saw was darkness until I looked back. 

Batman stood in front of me. I saw his mouth moving, but I couldn’t hear anything. All I could do was feel immensely relieved. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” I asked, rubbing my eyes. “Are you okay?” I was met with a low voice, and he said it almost as a statement instead of a question. “No, not really, I’m kind of a mess here...” my voice trailed off as I looked down at my slightly unbuttoned blouse. I looked back up at him, and heat began to rise in my cheeks. “I... sorry.” The masked figure said before turning away to let me fix myself up. Other than a couple of buttons, I didn’t figure that there was much damage.

I cleared my throat, and he slowly turned back around. “...Batman?” I quietly inquired. He only replied with a small nod, before directing his attention at the man on the ground, who was now beginning to stand back up. “You bastard...” he muttered, rubbing his head. “I’ll kill you!” 

A gasp escaped my mouth as the man lunged at Batman. Unfortunately for him, that was a horrible mistake. Batman swiftly moved out of the way and then picked the man up. And in one sharp motion, he threw him against a wall with such force that the ground shook. The man, now laying on the ground, coughed up blood and groaned. Batman crouched down to him before delivering one final blow to the head.

He stood up, looked at me, and then walked my way. Naturally, I began to babble. “Thank you so much, you have no idea. I can’t imagine the things he was planning on doing to me... can I repay you? I want to, I mean you practically saved my lif-”

“There is no need.” He said gruffly, cutting me off. I analyzed his face, and he looked almost, familiar. “I should probably call my boyfriend Bruce...” I whispered, beginning to open my purse. At this, his eyes widened. “What?” He asked, his voice now seeming much more quiet and nervous. Confused, I looked up at him.

“I... said I would call my boyfriend Bruce.” He slightly reached out his hand, but immediately pulled it back. “Is there something wrong?” I asked. “No. I must go.” He quickly blurted, before quickly walking away.

I sighed and rubbed my forehead, confused. Had I done something to upset him? I quickly slipped my phone out of my pocket and dialed Bruce. I know he would be upset that I was out this late, but I’m sure he’d be- wait... what’s that?

To my far right, I heard a... ringtone? One very similar to the one Bruce uses for me, I’ll say that. Confused, I slowly (and cautiously) walked toward the sound to see... “Excuse me? Batman?”

I exclaimed, holding my phone out in front of me. I got a glance at his phone, as it read, “Y/n” before he snapped it away from me. Click. It all makes sense. “Bruce?” I mumbled, almost to myself. He sighed, and reluctantly gazed over at me. He slowly extended his arm to show me his phone and pressed “accept”. Immediately, both of our phones connected to a phone call. A small gasp escaped my lips before I quickly hung up.

“You know, I always had a feeling,” I muttered, looking up at him whilst beaming. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, but he quickly suppressed it. My smile shifted into a small frown. What had gotten into him? I placed my hand on his cheek and cupped it softly.

“If you are justice, don’t hide, my love.” I swiftly reached for his mask and snatched it off. He was shocked, surely, but he looked relieved more than anything. “I didn’t know how to tell you...” his voice trailed off, and his threatening demeanor morphed back into his quiet one. “Are you okay?” He asked gruffly, cupping my cheek in his hand. I felt heat rise to my face. No matter how long we’ve been together, he always makes me swoon.

“I’m fine, love. You saved me.” The smallest of smiles formed on his face as he drew circles on my right cheek. “We better get home, though,” I added, slowly pulling my hand away from his face, and his hand from mine. He nodded in response, before taking my arm and leading me to his Batmobile.

As soon as I sat down, I was simply staring at the vehicle in absolute wonder. All of the minute details somebody could think of adding to a superhero’s car were just... there. It was beautiful. “Y/n...” he whispered. “Yes, love?” I crooned. “I think I should show you where I live,” Bruce mumbled. “I figured you didn’t live in an apartment, Bruce. There was always something off. The leaving at midnight, the having almost nothing in the damn place? I’m not that stupid, love.”

He smirked at me. “I know.” He started the ignition, almost scaring me out of my seat. I couldn’t hear well, as it was loud, but I swear he said, 

“That’s why I love you.”

[usetheeauthor]

I Know What You Did Last Weekend 18+ (Smut)

Battinson!Sub!Bruce Wayne x Kravitz!Dom!Selina Kyle x Switch!Curvy!Villain!Fem!Reader

A/N: This was long overdue. I think both Zoe and Robert are absolutely hot so I had to do it to ‘em! The picture is not meant to represent the reader’s appearance. This switches between POVs. It’s first person for your POV in the beginning while Selina’s and Bruce’s are in third/second towards the ending. Also, this is really filthy and Selina’s def top 😅 Enjoy!

Word Count: 5.1k+

Summary: Bruce goes undercover at the popular nightclub, “Club Succubus”, in search of a serial killer who murders very powerful men. Selina wants vengeance. She’s looking for the woman who killed her father when it should’ve been her. Little did they know, you’d be a lot tougher to resist.

Warnings: use of Y/N, violence, murder, blood kink, threesome, oral sex (m & f receiving), DUB CON, dom/sub dynamics, p in v penetration, unprotected sex (pls be safe), cum eating, girl on girl, spanking, slight mommy kink, slight ass worship (reader’s got a wagon), use of oil, face sitting, use of handcuffs, hair pulling, dirty talk, slight themes of misandry and misogyny, implied body shaming

Y/N’s POV

The smell of sex wafting through the air. That was the way I liked it. I craved an atmosphere of full debauchery and zero inhibitions. Club Succubus was my creation. Here…I did whatever the fuck I want. No rules, no worries, no bullshit. Hell, I even recognized some cops frequenting this place of sin.

I look over at the entrance recognizing the face of a man whom I’ve despised for so long. Carmine Falcone. The dirty bastard. He’s taken business deals from me for as long as I can remember. The crime world was dominated by men and no one took a woman getting her foot through the door seriously. Slowly but surely, I’ve found my footing in this city along with loyal members who help carry out my plans for Gotham. But him. He was always an obstacle that kept me from being fully feared by everyone. That will come to an end. There’s no place for a man like him in this city. I’d be doing everyone a favor getting rid of him.

I’ve flirted with him times before. It wasn’t lost on me that he’d dismissed me because I was a curvier girl. Yet, here he was in my nightclub specifically looking for me.

His eyes land on mine as I sat in VIP section. I smirk. He makes his way over to me, eyes intense with lust.

“Baby, you’re looking ravishing.” He says, breathlessly raking up and down your figure.

“Mr. Falcone,” You smiled before standing up from your purple, tufted throne chair. You sauntered down the short steps towards him. “You know, I wasn’t sure you’d come. After all, I was convinced that you were way too vanilla. Couldn’t handle a body like mine.” You ran your hand over his shirt and see his Adam’s Apple bobbing.

“It’s not like that, baby,” He bites his lip, hypnotized by your hands roaming his body. “Just…you intimidate me.”

“Why?” You pout, keeping up the innocent ploy.

“Well, I have all the things you want. Power, the fear of the people, loyal subjects at the palm of your hands. You must be mad at me, babe,” He grips your ass, pulling you closer to him. “Can’t help how good I am? The ladies love an alpha.”

“All those things are true. Especially the part about me being mad. I’m so mad, in fact,” You lean into his ear. “I’d like to punish you.”

Taking his hand, I led him to a private room in the back. I could practically taste the power pouring into me. I was soon going to be queen of Gotham.

When we arrived to the room, I immediately threw him onto the bed earning a surprised chuckle from the trashy douchebag.

“Whoa, honey, I make like it rough but I’m still fragile.” He says looking up at me. I pull out some handcuffs from the drawer nearby, swaying my hips side to side as I walked over to him. I grab his wrists, putting them above his head and locking them to them into place.

I shove a hand down his pocket. “I don’t have any cash on me if that’s what your looking for. Didn’t know this ‘business’ exchange required any compensation.” He smirks.

“No, babe, I’m looking for this,” I show him the magnum. “Gotta have protection, right?” I yank his pants and underwear down his ankles before rolling the condom over his unimpressively average length. I climb over him, sliding down on his length. “Besides, I’ll get all the compensation I need right here.” I whispered, darkly.

I began riding the crime lord, trying to keep myself from rollin my eyes at his insufferable moans. While his mind was occupied by the pleasure, I slowly pull out a dagger from my thigh holster. I knew it’d only be minutes until this was over. Taking my chance, I stab him in the chest as he reached his climax.

I lean over him. “I told you I’d get my compensation.”

His eyes were wide, coughing up blood as he began processing the image of the knife in his chest. “You won’t get away with this. Do you know who I am? I have connections. Fucking cops work under me. You’ll be on a lot of powerful people’s lists. You’ll be dead before you could even step out the door.”

“You’ve underestimated me, Mr. Falcone. Your men, the ones that you brought to protect you, they belong to me now. Those cops you have working for you, mine. Everything is mine now. The power, the fear, the people all mine!” I shout as I continued to stab him over and over. The blood gushing and spraying all over the bed and room. I laugh maniacally, finally reaching my climax from the high of finally winning.

When I’ve had my fill I looked down at my finished product, the crime lord looking barely recognizable. I hop off of him, walking over to the mirror. I smile at my reflection. My tight white dress and hair covered in blood. I resembled Carrie and I absolutely loved the look. This was the look of a new boss.

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Selina’s POV

“Authorities are saying that the body of Carmine Falcone was found his home on the evening of Saturday. His body was discovered by a dancer and lover who works at his nightclub. It is shocking to see a man like him go down so brutally to say the least but police are doing their best to search for the person or persons responsible. Until then—” Selina switches off the television set.

Her emotions were a mix bag. There was pity, sadness, joy, anger…it was all there. He was her biological father after all. Yet, he was a disgusting piece of shit that left her mother for dead. He was responsible for the death of her former lover, Annika. She wanted to be the one to kill him. Whoever did it stripped her from the right. She was going to find them and kill them. In her twisted form of justice, it would be an indirect way of getting back at her father.

She just needed to know who could have had the balls to carry it out?

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Bruce’s POV

*Inner monologue*

Y/L/N, Y/F/N. To those on the outside, you were just what they’d call a “girl boss”. An admirable woman with a business mindset. Every man’s dream. But I know women like you. You have a fiery spirit. In the wrong hands, however, that spirit can be deadly.

*end of monologue*

Bruce looked at your file name. You were the perfect match. In your younger days, You had time in and out of the criminal justice system for crimes against men specifically those in power. Now in your late 20s, they’d say you’d had a clean slate every since then. Bruce knew better. While law enforcement turned and looked away at certain things, Bruce took a magnifying glass inspecting the issues further. It’s what made him the best detective in all of Gotham. It’s what made the people believe in Batman.

Club Succubus. That’s the nightclub you owned. You couldn’t have gotten this powerful unless you had to stomp on a lot of toes including your biggest competitor. Bruce figured that instead of going as The Batman, he’d go as himself. That way he’d bait himself as your target. You went after men with money well here he was. Bruce Wayne, playboy billionaire, powerful, influential. It was just what you were looking for as your next victim.

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Y/N’s POV

Somehow being at the top just wasn’t enough, I wanted more. I wanted to be bigger. Sure, business was booming and I’ve been running the town sweeping it with fear. Sure, the people were beginning to know my name. But I wanted a challenge.

As if God heard my prayers, in walks Bruce fucking Wayne! Walking into my club?! I didn’t take him for a guy interested in scenes like this. By the look on his face, this was definitely something he’s not into. Maybe he was looking for someone who could teach him the ropes.

I haven’t done much research on the guy so I don’t exactly have him on the list of men I’d like to kill (i call it the MiLK list) but he’s got the money. Who knows if I rock his world enough, I could get him to invest some of his money into my club.

I make my move. I stalk towards him like a predator to its prey. His eyes were on mine and if i’d blinked I would’ve missed the millisecond of lust in them. I reach the man in all black. He was quite gorgeous up close. Electric blue eyes, pink lips, a jawline that was evidence of God’s favor of him. It was the first time anyone had taken my breath away. I quickly recover.

“You’re Bruce Wayne. You’re hardly ever in the public eye. What brings you to a place like this? Looking for some fun?” I tease.

“Business, actually.”

“Really?” I tried burying my excitement as much as I could. Didn’t want to look eager. However, this could be my huge break.

He nods. “Mind if we could go somewhere more quiet to discuss?”

“Y-yes,”I stuttered out, too excited for your mouth to speak. “Right this way.” Just I took him by the arm to lead, a woman in a tight red stops you in your tracks.

“Omg! Have we met before?” She flashes a pearly, white smile at you.

She was gorgeous, soft golden brown skin shimmered under the neon lights. Her lips were red and full. Her eyes carried a look that was sultry yet dangerous. “Not likely. I would’ve remembered a girl like you.”

“My name is Selina. Selina Kyle.” She looks between me and Bruce. “I’d hate to interrupt. I won’t keep you long but I would love if we could go somewhere quiet. Maybe we can catch up.”

I was currently between two very sexy people. This just might work in my favor.

“Sure, we can all go.” I lift my finger in a “come hither” motion. “Follow me.” I lead them down the pink lit hallways. The music and thumping gradually decreasing in sound.

When we’d finally arrived to the room, the moment I’d shut the door. Selina presses me up against it, a knife to my throat. “I know you sent your men after Carmine.”

I laugh. “I didn’t send anyone after Carmine. I killed him myself, sweetie.”

Selina looks at me in shock.

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Bruce’s POV

Bruce had it all figured out. He’d go to the nightclub in Bruce Wayne persona, knowing you’d bite because you went after rich, powerful men. He’d gather the evidence he’d get from your private room opening the case for the DEA to finally care.

His plan now out the window the moment Selina stepped in. She hadn’t recognized him. Only knowing him as The Batman. Of course she’d do something as reckless as this.

“She really is stubborn.” Bruce thought, gritting his teeth.

Selina continues, the knife still pressed against your neck. “How’d you kill him?”

“I stabbed him a bunch of time with his shrimp dick still inside me. Then I made my men put his body back in his office like it was a regular Sunday. Couldn’t have him rotting in my club. For some big boss guy who fucks anything that moves, he sure sucks at fucking. Didn’t make me cum once. I had to handle myself all on my lonesome,” You say in a teasing, pouty voice. “I think maybe you can change that.”

She presses the blade deeper into the skin, on the verge of breaking skin. “Why’d you do it?”

“Selina, let’s put away the knife. You don’t have to do this.” Bruce speaks up, walking over to the catty women.

Selina ignores him, her eyes still staring intensely at you. You still bore a smirk on your face.

“What’s so fucking funny?” She hisses.

“Are you one of his whores or something? I did you a favor getting rid of him. He was a piece of shit and you know it.”

“I-I was…his daughter.” She fidgets nervously.

“Oh shit,” You scoffed. “You mean, that fucker was your dad. No wonder you want to kill me. You’re avenging father dearest.”

“That’s where your wrong, kitten,” You can feel your pussy begin to throb at the raspy, sensual way she said it. “I wanted to kill him, too. He killed someone I loved. I wanted to do it. I couldn’t. The time wasn’t right. Then, you come in and you take what could’ve been my peace. The only way I can get closure now is if I kill you.”

Selina cuts a small line on your neck. You let out a pained moan that sounded as if you enjoyed it. You can feel that the cut had drawn some blood.

“Selina, it’s not worth it. You’d just be getting yourself in trouble. Then what will this all be for. Avenging the ones you love doesn’t mean having to kill those who’ve wronged you.” Bruce pleads.

This frustrates Selina. She was tired of people telling her what to feel; to do. She turns on her heels pointing the knife in his direction. “I am tired of people—-men… telling me ‘no’. I don’t think I’d want to hear anything more from you.” She points the knife at you. “You! You’ve got handcuffs somewhere around here, don’t you? Get them and cuff him.”

You were about to head over to the draw when she pulls you by the end of your hair. “Actually, you show me what drawer to get them. Don’t want you trying to reach for your handgun of anything.” She winks before pushing away at your head.

“It’s in the first drawer near the bed.” You were honestly fearful for your life. You somehow even felt bad for Bruce who’d only been an innocent bystander.

Selina reaches for the handcuffs also finding the handgun you stored there. “Good thing I went for it myself.” She laughs. Throwing the cuffs for you to catch, she aims the handgun at you.

“Cuff him.”

“What are you doing?” Bruce growls, fuming at this insanity.

She turns the gun to him. “I said I don’t want to hear you.”

Bruce complies understanding he needs to in order to make sure no one gets hurt. He puts his hands out in the front of him.

“Oh no, baby, I want them cuffed to the back. Suit jacket and shirt off, by the way.” Selina demands.

He shakes his head, his jaw clenching before doing what was commanded of him. He pulls off his jacket and shirt revealing his washboard abs. You clipped the cuffs around his wrists. Despite your fear, you were quite turned on. You could feel your panties drench at the situation; Bruce’s half nakedness not helping your state.

“Sit him on that chair.” She flicks the gun over to the royal purple accent chair.

You lead him to his seat. He lowers, looking up between the women. A tent suddenly forming in his slacks.

Selina pushes down at the top of your head. “Down, kitty.”

You obey, falling to your knees in front of Bruce and both your eyes met one another’s.

“I’m sure you know what I want you to do. After all, you like you’ve gone through this plenty of times. So go on.”

“I-I d-dont know what you want.” You stutter out.

“Awww, what happened to the ruthless bitch that had no problem killing my dad? Figure it out. You’re not on your knees to polish his shoes.” She squats to your level, pressing the barrel against your temple.

Bruce looks at you apologetically, only to find that you were completely enjoying this. He’s now convinced that he’s in a room with crazy people.

You bring your hands shakily up to his slacks, unbuttoning and unzipping them. You lower them just enough for you to have access to him boxers. His breath hitches when he feels your fingertips against his bare skin. Bruce would be lying if he said he wasn’t turned on by all of this. He blames the women for his corruption. He must not be thinking clearly. All he had to do was focus and— his thoughts are interrupted when he feels your hands wrap around his painfully hard member. He bites his lip to keep himself from whimpering. He wasn’t very experienced in the sex department only having had 2 partners because he’s always so busy. Any form of touch was enough to have him panting.

“Look at that fat cock, kitten. He’s so hard,” Selina licks her lips. “Every inch of that will be going down your throat soon. Wanna see you gag on it like a pornstar. Give me a show.” She sits at the edge of the king-sized bed, looking at our direction.

You wouldn’t hesitate any longer. You wanted to taste him. To make him see stars. You make no haste, swirling your tongue around the tip and giving it a fervent suck.

Bruce lets out a shaky moan, his head thrown back against the chair. Selina immediately stands up, strutting over to him, taking him by the hair and forcing him to look down between his legs; at you.

“No. You watch. She’s gonna give a performance of a lifetime so have some decency.”

You smile up at her before turning your attention back to his. Never had you worship a cock the way you would to his. You bring your mouth all the way down his length, letting him hit the back of your throat.

He whines. You can see his restraint to keep quiet. To keep himself from enjoying. You were going to break him. You bob up and down on his length, the suction noises filling the room. You look at him noticing the way his eyes flicked between looking into your face and staring at the way your ample ass swayed side to side in delight.

“Look how happy you made, kitty,” Selina moans, dropping to her knees next to you and tossing the gun a close distance away from her. “I think I’ll have a taste, too.”

The moment Bruce heard that, he knew he’d be a goner. You pull your mouth away, a line of saliva connecting your lips to the tip of his dick. Selina cups your face and plants an intimate kiss on your lips. Your tongues massaging each others as she attempts to taste him indirectly through you.

She breaks the kiss. “I think I wanna taste more.” She brings her mouth to his length and licks. You put your mouth back on him as well. Both of your tongues playing with the tip, every now and then your tongues would meet once again. You rubbed your thighs together, hoping to get some friction when you heard him finally begin to moan and tug at his restraints.

“Oh, he likes it,” Selina exclaims. “Don’t you, you little slut?”

He nods, breathing hard.

“It’s rude to nod. Tell us how much you appreciate us sucking your cock.”

“Thank you.” He says through a strained tone.

“For what?”

“For sucking my cock.”

“He’s such a good boy. Isn’t he, kitten?”

“Yes, he is. Maybe we could reward him.” You purr.

The two of you shoot each other a playful look before Selina bobbed her mouth on the thick, curved length while you licked and fondled at the balls. These women were trying to kill him. He was sure of it. Because how could any man survive this kind of bliss. It was all too much.

He’d forgot all restraint and soon he was moaning like a pathetic mess of a man. “Oh god. Please I c-can’t. Too much.”

There was no letting up. You’d both wanted to see him crumbles. His stoic presence soon a shadow of itself. You can feel his testicles begin to tighten. Selina’s mouth off him, jacking him off and staring at him determined. You also remove your mouth to look up at him, your hands rolling and squeezing his balls.

“F-fuck. M-mommy,” He whines pathetically. “Please.”

You and Selina look at each other and smiling deviously. “Ohhh, he’s looking for mommies. Someone missing their mommy? Don’t worry, Brucey. We’ll take real good care of you.” You say, sucking and running my tongue on his tip while Selina continue to jack his length. His body began to tense and you both knew you’d be rewarded with his cum soon.

“Cum for us, pretty boy. We wanna swallow it all for you.” Selina encourages. He lets out a loud drawn out groan, ropes of cum spurt from his dick. Selina and you indulge, licking frantically to make sure no a drop is missed. He shudders against you both, forced to take overload of pleasure. When you were sure you’d gotten everything, you both make your way up to kiss and bite at his neck. You’d taken the key for the handcuff finally freeing him. Bruce takes this opportunity to place a kiss on Selina’s lips then kissed yours, then you and Selina once again. Each deep kiss filled with lots of tongue and saliva.

Selina pulls down your lacy panties and you follow suit removing hers, groping each other’s breasts. The two of you straddle each of Bruce’s thigh, grinding your cores against his grey slacks. He grabs a handful your ass, the other hand pulling down Selina’s top, tweaking at her hardened peaks. All three of you moaning into the atmosphere. You rub two fingers on Selina’s clit as she rode his thigh.

“Oh, fuck right there.” She moans, grinding faster against him. You could tell that his pants would be soak in your arousals but he didn’t seem to care. He just watch intently, moaning at the sight of two beautiful women who were getting off to his thigh alone. You thanked the fact that Bruce’s thigh had been strong enough to carry your weight especially with how forceful your thrusts were. It seemed like he had a thing for thicker girl making sure his hands would feel every part of you.

Selina stops her movements, standing up from his thigh. Both you and Bruce looking at her. “I’m thinking we should move this to the bed. I wanna try some things,” She points at the mattress in front of her. “Y/N, I want you on all fours. Brucey, you’re going to fuck her nice and hard for me. Be as brutal as you like for all I care.”

You obey. It didn’t matter to you that you’d probably be killed or in jail after this. You were going to get what you’ve been craving the moment you’d set eyes on these two. You remove whatever’s left of your clothes before crawling on your hands and knees on the bed.

You bend over enough so that your ass in the air was the main focal point. Selina takes a bottle of oil, lathering your bottom and give you a hard smack. You moan at the contact.

Bruce removes his clothes, on his knees behind you his hard length dangling between thighs like a third leg. “I don’t know if I could do this.” He says, almost innocently.

“All ya gotta do is stick your dick in her. Not rocket science, baby.” She teases, yanking her dress over her head and joining you both on the bed.

He sighs. “No, I mean, this isn’t right. She’s a criminal. We’ve got to turn her in.”

Selina attempts to speak up again, but it was your turn to make your case. You were not going anywhere. Not until you’re ruined by them. “Please fuck me, Brucey,” You groan. You roll your hips back, feeling his dick rubbing between your ass cheeks. “I know I’m bad but all I ask is that you punish me. Take me how you want me. Wreck me from inside with your cock.”

Selina smirks, glancing at Bruce who’s breathing had gotten heavy. “Hear that, sweet boy. She wants it real bad. You can’t be cruel enough to leave her hangin’.”

His large hands pull you rough against him. You squeak at his sudden ferocity, a pool of wetness seeping out of your core. He smacks the heavy manhood against your globes, guiding it to your quiver core. You’d still been sensitive there so when he taps himself at your entrance, you shiver in delight. He prods his tip at the tight hole, letting your folds swallow him in with little effort from him. You both groan simultaneously.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” Selina rubs herself, watching where the two of you met.

Bruce strokes shallowly into your pussy. The light sticky, wet noises filling the silence. You whine needing him to fuck you long and deep. You attempt to fuck back into him, he holds you still by your hips, pulling even more of his length out of you so that only the tip rests.

“Shit, please, I need it.” You sob. You’re practically crying real tears.

Selina pulls his cock from your core. Wrapping her plump lips around the bulbous head. She sucks him deep into her mouth, swishing her tongue around. “She tastes so good,” She pulls off him, easing him back into your cunt. Going behind him, she whispers in his ear. “Go on, baby boy. Fuck her. Make her cum hard.”

As if he’s a robot waiting on the commands of his master, he immediately drive into you. He bottoms out and you swear that he’s made a mess of your guts. He pummels into you, fucking you into the mattress. Your cries bouncing off the walls.

“Fuck, fuck, holy shit.” You were unintelligible. All you could do is curse or say things that you really couldn’t understand. Bruce ramming into you the way a beast ruts into its mate.

Selina could feel herself dripping with anticipation. She couldn’t wait to take his cock next but first she’s like to focus her attention all on you. Bringing your face up from the mattress, your tongues meet in a passionate kiss. Bruce takes your arms crossing them behind your back, pinning them down with one hand. Now your body’s sandwiched between Bruce powerfully thrusting into you and Selina who’d kiss you in a way that made your toes curled.

She snakes a hand down to rub your sensitive nub. You gasp, grinding into her hand. When you moved forward, you’d feel her aggressively flicking at it and when you’d moved back, his cock would nudge the deepest parts of you. It was an overload of pleasure you’d never experienced.

“Fuck me now,” Selina says, lying on her back. Bruce pulls out of you, using your juices to slide in with ease into her. She moans, licking her lips. “Oh my god, baby. You’re so big. You’re splitting me in two. I can see why my little kitten over there was screaming for her life.”

Bruce leverages himself up with his hands, angling his hips the right way to hit into her core from the side. She throws her head back and bites her lip feeling the thrusts getting more desperate. You squeezed your thighs together, wanting to get rid of the ache. She opens her eyes and notices. “Aww, kitten, I didn’t forget about you. Come here and ride my face.”

Your eyes light up. You hover your slick coated core over her face turned so that you were in the 69 position and facing Bruce. Selina gets to work, licking and sucking at your pussy the way she did when she kissed you. You ground against her face, looking at Bruce with half-lidded eyes. You grip him by the neck and he groans. You pull him forward for a kiss, mimicking the movements of Selina’s tongue but in his mouth. His thrusts causing you to bounce along with them.

He plucks at your hardened nipple then lowers his lips to them sucking and twisting each bud. Both of their tongues caressing your body. You felt so lucky. Maybe Selina has already killed you and you’d gone to heaven. Or a fun ass hell.

“Lick that sweet pussy.” Bruce growls.

He pushes your head down so that you were in between Selina’s legs watching his cock moving in and out of it. Her juices messy all over his cock and her inner thighs. You stick your tongue out, flicking between her clit and tasting his length sloshing around inside her.

“Oh, fuck! You both are so fucking good. So perfect.” Selina cries out, sticking a finger in you and pumping. You fuck back into her fingers. With one hand still on the back of your head, the other smacks your ass.

The room filled with each other your moans and whines. You were sure anyone who’d accidentally walk in would blush but most likely stay for the show. It was sinful, filthy, it was so fucking hot!

“I’m gonna cum.” Bruce groans.

“Me too.” Selina moans, curling her finger and touching the soft button deep in you.

“Oh my god.” You can feel the coil building up more and more. The pressure almost scaring you at how much it was building. Bruce pulls out of Selina shoving himself into your mouth and bobbing your head up and down. You swallow and suck around him. The same time he cums down your throat is the same time Selina decides to give you the hardest orgasm of your fucking life. You scream into the air, frantically rubbing at her flowery bud.

She quakes and shivers underneath you. You lick at her core until she eventually clamps her thighs around your head from other stimulation. “Holy shit.” She laughs, her head feeling light from the shattering of her world.

You roll off of her and the three of you laid on your back, staring up at the ceiling and breathing heavily. You can taste the remnants of them on your tongue; a reminder of your time with them.

You propped yourself up on your elbows. “So I’m guessing you’ll be turning me in to the authorities. It’s fine, though. I got all I needed anyway.”

“No, I think I’ll keep you, kitten. You’ll be my little play toy. What do ya think, Brucey? Should we keep her?” She bats her eyes at the blissed out man.

He groans. “Is that really appropriate?”

“Yes.” Selina smiles at you and you smile back.

You turn over to the brooding sex symbol. “I can make it worth your while, Brucey,” You kiss and suck at his neck. “I promise you I won’t be bad. I’ll be so good for you.”

Selina joins in, attacking at the other side of his neck. Bruce isn’t sure if he believes either of the women, but with their hands running ever so softly over his body, he can’t say he wouldn’t try.

[thebatcave45]

Bruce using Batman to check on you

No rating, no warning, just a tiny imagine

You work closely with Bruce Wayne at Wayne Enterprises. Most of the time, Bruce is polite and kind. Some nights though, when he has been a real dick at work and all but refuses to say sorry out of pure stubbornness, Batman appears outside your apartment. Never too close, usually on one of the nearby rooftops, but you give him a little wave if you are out on your balcony reading or on the phone.

You haven't realized the correlation yet, but he knows you will eventually. The wave and lack of tears signal to him that once again you will be ok until he can apologize in person the next day. He could already hear you telling him how you saw Batman again. He'll give you an eye roll and watch you get frustrated while turning slightly pink from not being believed yet again. It's a pattern he needs to break, but it gives him an excuse to check on you in the evenings. It's as close to you as he can get for now. He doesn't want that to stop just yet.

[imagine--if]

"What am I to you" Bruce Wayne/Battinson x reader?!?

A/N: I kinda just went with the flow on this haha, there's a smidge of riddler x reader too but hi battinson peoples!! It's been a while 😁🖤 enjoyyy, sorry if I didn't follow the trope as much as you wanted bahaha

Wordcount: 798

"I'm sending you to Wayne Manor. You'll be safe there."

You blink up at the mystery man clad in all black in shock, rubbing at the mild red tape marks around your wrists. Wayne Manor? Was he joking?

"Wayne Manor?" you repeat incredulously. "You can't just go to Wayne Manor. Bruce Wayne lives in Wayne Manor."

The Batman doesn't look up at you as he gently pulls a hand away from your wrist, cleaning the agitated skin area with a softness that should be alien to the vigilante, who stalks troublemakers and maniacs each night, warding them off the streets by any extreme means that doesn't involve guns.

"He'll understand."

You gape at him in a daze, the night's events a blur, making your head hurt just thinking about it. Of course, whatever drug that dampened the towel The Riddler shoved in your face before you were whisked off to a cold, crumby hotel room can't be helping either, and you swear you can still feel the effects making you feel weak and shaky even after The Batman stormed into the scene, cutting it short with an untamed rage you'd never seen in those dark eyes before.

Before all this, you'd never properly met The Batman, least of all been saved by him. It was only now that The Riddler was targeting the corrupt, trying to prove himself to Batman, and save you, his so-called angel, a beacon in this dark, cesspool city, from the corruption and the dangers lurking around every corner. But, if anything, The Riddler seemed like a danger to you, constantly sending you love poems and riddles on old-fashioned, cheesy valentines cards and promising his followers and viewers of his streams and trials that another reason to carry out his acts of terror was for you.

"So- so pure, and innocent, and angelic... and they're being corrupted! The influence of this rich, disgusting vermin of the city is attacking the biggest influence and symbol of hope in this forsaken place! I'm going to do something... something spectacular. All you have to do is watch and wait for a little while longer..."

If you'd have known that donating to charities for orphans and helping out true detectives like James Gordon with crimes instead of being bought off by Falcone would gain this kind of attention, you might have thought twice. But here you are. Being obsessed over by a murderous genius, and protected by a vigilante mystery man.

"Do you know him?" you ask Batman in wonder, as he frees your wrist, treated carefully and delicately. "Mr Wayne? I don't know if he'd be happy with me staying there. I mean, he doesn't talk to many people and... well, no one really knows much about him."

"He can make an exception," Batman answers you. "This is serious. I don't want you going back home or anywhere by yourself until Riddler's behind bars. You're a part of his plan, too."

You sigh, putting your hoodie back on and pulling the sleeves over your hands, fingertips poking out of the material. "I know. But I'm not your responsibility. You have enough to do already."

"It's my responsibility to keep you safe," The Batman argues. "I'm sure you're a very capable person, but this is dangerous. People have died. You know that."

"I don't think he'll kill me," you say after a beat of thought passes.

"He won't," The Batman says. "He won't go near you again. I'll make sure of it."

"Well..." you struggle to find the words, confused, as Batman goes over to his car, like something out of a sci-fi movie. "Thank you. But why do you care so much?"

The Batman freezes, glancing over his shoulder at you with an unreadable expression.

"No, I mean," you continue quickly, "apart from the fact that you're a vigilante and a protector and all. Like, what am I to you?"

You cringe inwardly at yourself after hearing the words come out of your mouth, and at the masked man's bemused expression. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? He was only protecting you because there's a terrorist on the loose, right? What exactly are you expecting?

What you don't expect is for The Batman to take a heavy step towards you, offering you a gloved hand to help you into the vehicle. His hand lingers in yours when you're sat down and he hesitates, an odd look of - what, insecurity? Flustered, just a little? - written in his features as he looks you dead in the eye, the intensity making your breath catch in your throat.

"Probably more than you think," he replies after a few moments of silence, and then his hand slips out of yours as the engine roars to life.

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Red And Black - Pattinson Bruce Wayne X Female Reader

Title: Red And Black

Pattinson Bruce Wayne X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Alfred, Falcone (Mentioned) Burglar, Martha (Mentioned), Thomas (Mentioned), and Joe Chill (Mentioned)

WC: 2,210

Warnings: Blood, Reader's apartment getting burglarized, fighting, mention of broken bones, sadness, crying, sad Bruce, soft Bruce, angry Bruce, fighting, mention of death, mention of murder, mention of Bruce's parents, fluff, etc

It was a quiet night. Despite the sounds of the city three stories below your apartment. It was peaceful almost, you could say. You were lying in bed, reading while listening to music, which was what a typical weekend night looked like for you. It had been a long week. You worked as a journalist, working to find information on corrupt officials and bring them to justice. It was a hard and stressful job, but it made good money that brought food to the table.

It wasn't even like you needed the money to begin with. You were best friends with the Bruce Wayne. You had known him since you were children, and funnily enough, you had a massive crush on the man. But, it seemed he didn't feel the same. Well, you didn't for sure know that to be a fact. But, for the past few months, Bruce had been very distant.

In the beginning, he asked you to move into the manor with him actually. But, you politely declined. You wanted your own place where you had your own space. The manor, you thought, had too much space. It was slightly overwhelming at times when you visited. You easily get lost. The vast hallways, the dark rooms that hardly saw light, and the high ceilings and massive paintings. Lavish. Dark and lavish. Fit for any billionaire or millionaire. Especially for a man like Bruce Wayne.

After that conversation, you thought Bruce would forget about it and move on, but when you came to visit only days after finding your own place, he called you, you were indeed surprised. Bruce insisted on paying for your new place. All of it, for a good couple of years in advance too. You tried to decline, but he wouldn't hear it. He said it was his way of thanking you for all your help over the years. And then he paid for your furniture too.

"Think of it as a thank you," He told you. "You know... For being my friend."

You hesitantly agreed, telling Bruce how you owed him one. To which, the man said that you owed him nothing. You wouldn't listen. You were stubborn at heart. You owed him, and that was that. Snuggling deeper into the soft mattress, the silk sheets caressing your bare legs, you sighed. You were about to call it a night until you heard your front door loudly slamming open. Freezing, you slowly sat your book down, grabbed your phone and ran to your closet, and slowly shut the door as quietly as you could.

Shaking, you quickly went to your contacts and dialed Bruce's number, hoping he'd answer. You were lucky, he picked up on the first ring. He used to always do that.

"Hello?" You whispered, looking around.

Bruce chuckled lightly, his voice sounding so far away. "What is it? Is something wrong?"

"Someone broke into my apartment."

"Are you okay?" Bruce asked, his voice going from light to serious.

"I'm fine. I'm hiding in the closet..." You let out a shaky breath, "I don't know what to do..."

You could hear the person ransacking your living room and kitchen, and you were worried they would come to the bedroom next.

"Don't move. I'll be right there. You'll be fine, darling."

You nodded your head, but you couldn't help but worry.

You heard footsteps in the hallway, and you quickly pulled yourself together. You hung up on Bruce, not hearing him on the other line anymore, and listened as the person slowly opened your bedroom door. You held your breath as you closed your mouth, trying to make sure no noise escaped. Then, you noticed the lights click off.

Your heart began to race. You felt like you were caught in a bad horror movie. Shutting your eyes tight, you let out a silent breath, before opening them. You were angry. This person, whoever they were, broke into your home and was wrecking your home. They were probably stealing things too! Seeing red, you didn't stop yourself from slamming the closet door open and tackling the person in the room.

A small struggle started, but you were quick and swift, landing punch after punch to the man you didn't know, head covered in a black beanie mask, and wearing black gloves. You managed to get the man down onto the ground, pinning their arms, and punching their face again and again. You pounded his face until you heard a loud crack, and the man let out a loud scream. His nose was definitely broken.

You kept hitting the man over and over, tears streaming down your face before two strong arms wrapped around your waist pulling you off the now unconscious man. Trying to get out of their hold, you heard Bruce's voice.

"Hey, shh, shh, it's okay. You can stop now."

Feeling the fear inside you disappear, you fall to the floor, gasping for air. The man was still unconscious and bleeding. Bruce kneeled down, rubbing his hands on your shoulders before pulling you up and into his arms. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he held you close to his chest as you sobbed, clutching the lapels of his jacket.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" You cried, shaking. "He broke in, I didn't know what else to do!"

Bruce stroked your hair tenderly, soothing you as you continued to cry. "Let me take you to the manor. I'll take care of this."

You sniffled, nodding your head against his shoulder.

Bruce held your hand as he led you out of your apartment, and down the stairs. Once outside, he opened the passenger side door for you before driving to the manor. You were silent in the car, staring out the window as the rain trickled down the glass. Tears still fell down your cheeks, but you did nothing about them. Bruce glanced towards you, worried.

Once at the manor, Bruce helped you out of the car, Alfred meeting you at the door.

"Can you take care of her, Alfred?" Bruce asked softly and the older man nodded, gently taking you by the other hand and leading you away. Bruce watched you for a moment before quickly going to the cave.

~~~

At your apartment, Bruce walked in, his cape swaying with each step. Looking around, all your things had been thrown around, picture frames tossed and the glass smashed. Papers were thrown all about the room, and your laptop was cracked. He noticed that someone had also gone through your fridge, grabbing whatever they could find. Bruce was furious.

Storming into your room, Bruce saw the culprit, bending down, Bruce grabbed the man by the collar. The man groaned in pain, slowly opening his eyes.

"Who sent you!?"

The man struggled, but Bruce was stronger. He slammed the man on the ground, before pulling him back up again.

"Don't hurt me," The man pleaded, wincing in pain. "I don't know... Who sent me..." He spoke, but Bruce growled.

"Why are you here?" Bruce demanded, his voice stern.

"What do you mean?"

"What were you looking for?" He clenched his fists tighter around the man's hoodie.

The man let out a shaky breath, "Some work on Falcone. Something he didn't want out to the public. Please... That's all I know..." The man lost consciousness again.

Bruce growled again, letting go of the man's hoodie.

After dropping the man off with Gordan, Bruce made his way back to the cave before he got dressed in his shirt and sweatpants. He met Alfred on his way through the manor, who stopped him.

"She is in the guest room beside yours..." He spoke and Bruce thanked the butler before rushing off to the guest bedroom.

There, you sat on the huge king-sized bed, staring at your hands, void of emotions. You were just so tired. So very tired. You just wanted to sleep, but all you could see when you closed your eyes was the man's bloodied face. You were crying again.

Bruce was sitting beside the bed, a glass of water in his hands before he handed it to you. You didn't take it, so Bruce sat it on the bedside table, before noticing your red and cracked knuckles.

"You're hurt," Bruce spoke softly, not wanting to spook you. "Did Alfred clean them?" He asked, and you nodded.

"He couldn't find any bandages." You muttered your first words to him since he got back.

Bruce nodded, before offering his hand to you, "Let's go to my room, I have some there."

You took his hand, and Bruce held it in his gently as he led you out of the bedroom and into his. You immediately sat down on the bed as Bruce went to his bathroom and grabbed the gause. Kneeling down before you, Bruce gently took your hand, your hands so small in his.

"I'm so sorry." Bruce spoke, his voice soft.

You shook your head, "It's not your fault... He broke in..." You whimpered, your voice catching in your throat. "It's his fault..."

Bruce began to gently wrap the bandage around your knuckles, "He was going after something you had on Falcone."

"Falcone" You looked at the ceiling, tears falling down your cheeks once more. "That jerk." You chuckled sadly, before looking down at Bruce.

"What was he looking for?" Bruce asked, but you sighed.

Reaching out, you brushed his hair away from his face, noticing the smudges and residue of black around Bruce's eyes. You smiled a bit. You had a feeling on why Bruce had been distant lately.

"Does the Bruce Wayne get into fights a lot?" You asked softly, but Bruce grabbed your hand from his head and began wrapping it.

"You're avoiding the question."

You smiled lightly, "You are too."

Bruce ignored you and continued to finish wrapping your hands, "What was he looking for?" Bruce repeated and you looked off, staring at the wall.

"I found out about this guy... His name is Joe Chill. And... I believe he... He killed your parents." You spoke softly, a tear falling down your cheek.

Bruce froze, unmoving. His eyes filled with his own tears, before you reached out and took Bruce's face in both hands, kissing his forehead. "I should have told you sooner..." You whispered. "I'm so sorry. I just wanted to make sure he was the one."

A small sob escaped his lips, and you fell to your knees, holding him close, feeling his tears sink into your sweater. Bruce held onto you with a tight grip, his knuckles turning white around your sweater-covered waist.

"I'm sorry, Bruce." You whispered, before Bruce slowly let go of you. "I shouldn't have kept it from you." You sighed, tears still falling from your eyes, but you wiped them away.

"No... I understand." He spoke, as you whipped his tears away. "You have to stay here for a while."

You thought for a moment before nodding, "Yes, I think that is best. I don't want to go back home." You placed your wrapped hand on Bruce's cheek, caressing it softly with your thumb.

"Besides, you need me. As I need you." You said, smiling softly to him.

"We have each other." He mumbled, looking at you with his deep blue eyes."

You hummed, "And Alfred."

Bruce stared at you for a long moment before he leaned in, kissing you deeply. Your fingers threaded into his hair, holding him close to you as you both kissed. He pulled away, running his fingers through your hair. He brought his hand to your cheek, wiping away your stray tears.

"Stay here tonight," He spoke, voice low and husky. "I won't let anything happen to you."

"I believe you."

Bruce smiled softly, kissing your forehead before getting off the floor, and helping you up. Walking to his closet, he threw open the doors, he pulled out a spare change in clothes for you to change into, a plain shirt and sweatpants. Bruce handed you the clothing and you kissed his cheek in thanks before heading to the bathroom to change.

Bruce let out a sigh, feeling his lips with the tips of his fingers, feeling the ghost of you there. His face reddened before he got into the bed. You soon opened the bathroom door dressed in his shirt and pants. Bruce couldn't help but think how cute you looked in his clothes, your face flushed, as you walked over, plopping onto the bed next to him.

"I need to tell you something." Bruce spoke, almost afraid to say it.

But he knew you needed to know everything, even if it hurt you.

"Yeah?" You asked, laying down beside him, feeling the soft silk sheets fall softly upon you.

"I'm the Batman." Bruce confessed softly. "I tried to keep it a secret, but... I needed to tell you."

You smirked lightly, "I figured." You laughed as you felt his hand touch your arm, slowly pulling you closer. "I had a feeling that was why you had been so distant."

"I'm sorry about that" Bruce whispered, running his fingers through your hair.

"Don't be sorry, I have you now." You squeezed his hand.

Bruce smiled slightly, leaning in close, pressing his lips against yours once more.

[davidlcki]

HEAR ME OUT.

bruce wayne and the reader having the exact same music taste (i’m thinking nirvana or deftones) and they lay in bed at night with headphones in each ear and listening together. GOD

drive me far away

FUCK YEAH I LOVE THIS IDEA THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON I LOVE U!!!! i hope i did your idea justice, it’s a little corny but i think it’s cute :) anyways ignore how bad i am at ending stories and enjoy!!!

pairing: pattinson! bruce wayne/ reader

warnings: female pronouns used in the form of ‘mrs.’ once. i think that’s it but lmk if i missed anything!

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the first thing you and bruce found out you really had in common, was your music taste. it brought the two of you together tremendously, and you still bond over it to this day. wether it was nirvana, deftones, or even bands like new order, (YES, i strongly believe bruce would listen to new order/ new wave in general) you bonded over it all. no matter what time of day, no matter what activity, there was usually a song playing that both of you enjoyed.

it was a gloomy monday, and you had decided you wanted to give alfred the day off, or at least help a little. which took a lot of convincing.

“alfred please, just let me do the dishes, or something!” you always felt bad for him, even though he clearly didn’t dislike his job, you still felt the need to help every once in a while.

“alright, fine mrs. wayne. clean away” alfred throws his hands up in surrender and exits the room. bruce gives you a questionable look from where he was working at the kitchen table. “what??? i wanna help out” you retort at his silence.

“i didn’t say anything” he shrugs, before unwillingly going back to his work. you stick your headphones in as to not bother bruce, and begin to play “mollys lips” by nirvana. you bop your head to the music as you wash the dishes, silently mouthing the words as you go. bruce notices this, and decides that nows the perfect time to take a break from his work. he walks up behind you silently, and snakes his arms around your waist. he rests his chin on top of your head as he speaks.

“whatcha listening to?” he takes an earbud out of your ear and places it in his own, and an instant smile crosses his face. you push out of his arms and grab a ladle from the sink, going into full theatre mode now that you knew bruce wasnt working. you mouth the lyrics into the ‘mic’ with much exaggeration.

she said

she’d take me anywhere

she’d take me anywhere

as long as she stays with me

bruce leans against the kitchen counter, watching with full amusement and a lopsided smile.

she said

she’d take me anywhere

she’d take me anywhere

as long as i stay clean

kiss, kiss mollys lips

kiss, kiss mollys lips

you continue to perform your heart out, dropping down to your knees like a true rockstar at the end of the song. bruce claps enthusiastically.

“amazing” his sentence comes out broken between his laughter as he helps you up from the ground. you smile as he pulls you flush against him and places a kiss upon your lips.

“can i help you do the dishes” he mumbles lazily against your lips.

“weren’t you doing other work?” you question, looking over to the papers scattered across the table.

“i was, but i’d rather do dishes. less boring.” your shrug, placing your phone on speaker and playing the music aloud. the two of you slowly but surely finished the dishes, although you both were drenched because you thought it would be funny to start a water fight.

later that night, you were settled into bed, laying on your side and nose deep into a book as bruce got ready in the bathroom behind you. this was one of the rare nights that bruce didn’t go out, and the both of you went to bed at the same time.

you smile to yourself as bruce places himself flat against your back, entangling his legs with yours and placing soft kisses on the space behind your ear and down your neck to your collar bone. you place your book down, he then takes one of his earbuds and places it in your ear. deftones fills your head and you smile softly to yourself as you turn to face him. you were quite literally centimeters apart as the music plays for the both of you.

“be quiet and drive huh?” you speak over the music, quirking an eyebrow at him.

he shrugs, “basic, but one of my favorites” a smile ghosts his lips as his eyes scan your face. he was admiring you, drinking in your beauty. something he did quite often without thinking about it, he could be in the middle of doing anything, and he would stop to admire you. you decide to move in, your lips moving in sync with his as the song continued to play. bruce tugs you impossibly closer as he faintly mouths the lyrics against your lips.

it feels good to know you’re all mine

now drive me far

away, away, away,

that night, the two of you fell asleep in each others arms, music still playing in your ears as you dreams came and went.

[celestialnxva]

Odd Circumstances

Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary: After saving you from the Riddler’s wrath before he could get to you, Bruce must keep you hidden in the batcave until the Riddler is captured. Awkward conversations lead to newfound realizations.

Warnings: mentions of violence and death, angst, hurt/comfort, really intense pining.

WC: 5k words

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You knew of the Caped Crusader’s existence, just like any other citizen of Gotham, but you always saw him as more of a myth, rather than a human. You could sometimes see his car speeding through the streets or hear the shouts of thugs begging to be saved by his wrath, but never in your life did you expect to come face-to-face with the Batman himself. 

Until now. 

You were sitting in the living room enjoying a nice cup of hot cocoa that night. Your father, who ran one of Gotham’s most important technological companies, had gone out to conduct business with people whom you could care less about, leaving you alone in the large apartment. So engrossed into your favorite tv show, you did not realize a pair of dark eyes stalking you from the large windows behind you. It took several doorbell rings for you to snap out of your trance and make your way towards the door. You were expecting a family friend on the other side of the door, but instead, you opened the door to the last person you could ever expect. 

“Batman...?” you asked in confusion. What the hell was he doing here? Seeing your brows furrow in suspicion, the masked man took a step closer to you, which caused you to take several steps back. You didn’t know why he was here, but you knew that it had to be for a terrible reason. Looking back, you tried to find a weapon to defend yourself with. His surprisingly gentle voice made you look back at him. “Pack your things. You’re in danger and I’m here to get you to safety,” he said plainly. When he saw that you were not exactly processing his request, he took a step forward towards you and shook your shoulder a bit. “Hey. Did you hear what I said?” he asked, his eyes narrowing in concern. 

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. At least he wasn’t here to hurt you. But if he’s here to get you to safety, then someone must be after your father. You realized something that you wished not to be true and you reached out to grip the man’s armored wrist. “Where is my father? Did something happen to him?” Like you feared, the taller man’s eyes looked away, refusing to tell you the answer. That was when you knew that what you had always feared finally came true. The Riddler must have gotten rid of him. Letting go of his wrist, you turned away from him, mostly to hide your incoming tears. After a few moments of silence, you spoke. “Stay here. I’ll just get a few things from my room.” You started to make your way to your bedroom before your heard heavy footsteps follow you. It seemed the Batman didn’t want to keep you out of his sight. Even if you needed to be alone, now wasn’t the time. There might be someone outside who could shoot you at anytime if he left you alone. 

Not wanting to waste his time, you moved swiftly around the room to grab all valuables and a few pairs of clothes to last a few days. When you’ve zipped up your bag, you slipped it on and moved past the man leaning against the frame of the door. “Let’s go,” you stated numbly, already walking towards the door with the keys in your hand. He sighed at your behavior and followed behind you. You were then escorted to his car. As quickly as he came, he left, speeding off towards Wayne tower. You stayed quiet, not wishing to speak to the man next to you. It wasn’t like you didn’t like him. He was trying to protect you, after all. But you needed some quiet time to mourn your father’s death. After some thinking, you decided to lean against the window and close your eyes. Wherever you both were going, it seemed to be a long way from your place. Right before you fell asleep, he spoke. 

“I’m sorry about your father. He was next on the Riddler’s list. I couldn’t get to him in time, but he told me to protect you instead.” He paused and turned to you, hoping to get any reaction. When you continued to stare out the window, he coughed awkwardly. “You’ll be taken care of with me. Until I figure out where the Riddler is, you should stay inside where you can be safe.” While he continued driving, you tried not to cry at your current predicament. Not only were you mourning the fact that both of your parents were now gone, you had to stay locked up in a place with a stranger whom you were terrified of. The Masked Vengeance. The man who everyone should be careful of crossing. Right now, you had to use this quiet time to calm yourself as much as possible. You can’t think of all the responsibilities of running a company now passed down to you, not now when your own life is on the line.

You don’t remember when you had dozed off, but you woke up from someone shaking your shoulder. You opened your eyes slowly. With how unfocused your eyes were, you could only make out a large figure hovering over you and you reached out to touch it. “Angel...?” you murmured out sleepily. Bruce was taken aback by your behavior and quickly avoided your touches. You must have forgotten what had just happened before you fell asleep. “Wake up. You can’t stay here forever,” he murmured back to you. The slight annoyance in his tone caused you to blink your eyes into focus and shake your foggy brain awake. Only then did you realize what you had just done and became acutely aware of how close the masked man was to your face. Your eyes widened and you gasped, scooting back against the window with your hand over your mouth. “Oh god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-” you cut yourself off and inhaled sharply before you clumsily unbuckled your seatbelt and got out of the car as quickly as possible. He watched you hopelessly and let out a sigh, getting out of the car as well. He grabbed your stuff and handed it to his butler while he carefully watched your every move. The scene in front of you was stunning: a large cave filled with one of the most advanced technology you’ve ever seen. They were not something you were familiar with seeing and you were certain that this was nothing your father had ever thought to make in his lifetime. In seeing all of this in front of you, everything just made sense now. With how Batman can just afford to be a vigilante with all those fancy gadgets and cars, it only made sense that he was rich. He must be some billionaire, but maybe one you’ve never heard of.

You didn’t wander away from the car that much, only quietly observing your surroundings. Bruce eyed your movements when Alfred spoke to get his attention. “Would you like me to prepare a room for your guest, sir?” He blinked and looked back at him before he nodded slightly. Alfred soon disappeared with your belongings while Bruce made his way towards you. You turned to look at him. “Do you want to rest? You can answer my questions about your father tomorrow,” he offered quietly. You shook your head slowly and ignored him, making your way towards the giant computer. “Nope. Ask away, Batboy,” you replied in a trance. Everything you saw was exciting. It was like you wanted to stay here forever, spend all of your time exploring all of the technology in this cave. You only wondered whether or not he got all this technology from a business competitor or if he made everything himself. 

“Batboy? What….?” He scoffed under his breath. Seeing that you were more focused on other things besides him, he sighed and followed you around, desperately wanting to get your attention. Bruce had never been in a situation where someone did not care about the fact that he was Batman. Not once did you even ask him about his identity or why he decided to take care of you. Instead, his gadgets interested you. What a strange person you were. Losing his patience, he gripped your arm and made you turn around. “Look, I know you’re interested in my computers, but can you focus for me? I need your help so I can figure out where the Riddler is. Can you do that for me?” He asked, his tone raising slightly to show his frustration. In truth, he didn’t want another person in his space. It made him anxious over the fact that you have to stay with him for the next few days, but he had no choice. He just needed to get this over with as soon as possible. He searched your eyes for an answer when you finally spoke. “Alright. I’ll help.”

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A few days of working with him proved to be more awkward than you anticipated. You didn’t expect anything else, considering the fact that you didn’t really spend a lot of time with other people other than you father and you assumed that the Batman had no time to make friends with anyone. What started as him asking questions to you led to asking for your assistance in solving ciphers alongside him and Alfred. He wasn’t expecting you to adjust so quickly to your situation, but he was secretly grateful for your help. 

One night, you sat on a stool observing his eye lens video tapes from last night when he arrived at the batcave. Last night, you heard about the bomb in the mayor’s funeral, but you could really care less about it. It’s true that the targeted rich men were being murdered in gruesome ways, but they were as corrupt as it gets in Gotham, including your father. He wasn’t exactly a saint either. If he found out how you really felt about him and your willingness to help Batman expose these corrupt leaders, he would be turning in his grave. Hearing loud footsteps approaching you, you turned to see Bruce as he greeted you with a soft grunt. Like usual, he updated you on new information from the next victim’s crime scene. You both worked in silence across from each other before you decided to finally talk.

“So…do you want to at least tell me about yourself?” You tried, not sure in how else to start. The other man stopped typing and slowly looked at you with an unreadable expression. You felt small under his gaze and you laughed nervously, fiddling with your fingers. “Great, haha. So interesting…” you breathed out hopelessly before immediately getting back to de-ciphering another message. He stared at you for a few more moments before he decided to change the subject. “We’re close to finding the Riddler. I need to keep finding clues, but an… ally of mine is willing to help me. She told me she has a lead.”

At the mention of a ‘she,’ you perked up to look at him in surprise. No matter who she was in relation to him, you already knew what she looked like and her name. Selina, the woman that kissed him yesterday. You watched it all happen on the eye lens tapes. For some reason, watching it then and even thinking about him liking her now made you feel sick. It doesn’t even matter what you felt about it anyway, since he probably thought of you as nothing of importance in his life. You sighed at your loud thoughts and looked back down to concentrate. Without a reply from you, it was his turn to be met with silence. He grit his teeth and stared at you, wanting to hear any confirmation from you. For some reason, your presence had always flustered him, made him confused. He couldn’t really grasp the reasons as to why he felt that way, but he considered those emotions as weaknesses. He needed to focus, now more than ever. But god, how was he supposed to focus when you were right there across from him, looking so…determined? So… pretty?

Wait. What? Pretty? Where did that come from?

He blinked away his intrusive thoughts and typed on his keyboard again. It was an hour later when you realized that you were hungry. A thought came to you head. It was unlikely, but maybe you could convince him to join you for a snack? It would give you a chance to really get to know him, to properly thank him for saving you. It may be strange to think, but the past few days have been fun for you, even exciting. To work with the Batman proved that you two could be a very good team. Even though he was a tough person to really like, he was the only person that you could talk to anymore these days. He seemed to think about you in the same way. This midnight snack run might finally be the time to get closer to him.

You yawned loudly and got off your stool to stretch. He looked at you from under his eyelashes curiously, wondering what you were up to. You seemed to be the playful type, he deduced from your attempts to tease him or make him smile, so you must have something up your sleeve now. Walking up to him, you had the most confident smile on your face since you’ve arrived here. “Well, Batman, I’m going to get a snack. Would you like to j—“ Before you could finish your sentence, you tripped on your step and fell forward with a surprised cry. Acting on quick instinct, he reached out to catch you. You gripped onto his arms in panic, staying there until you stabilized your breathing. Your clumsiness almost caused him to let out a laugh. He had to admit, you company was not expected, but it was certainly entertaining. Of course, you couldn’t tell that he thought of you fondly from the glare he gave you when you looked up at him. You laughed anxiously at the sight, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment from your position in his arms. “S-Sorry. I was… I was trying to ask you if you wanted to go get a snack with me,” you offered sheepishly.

Being this close to you, he finally took the time to observe every detail on your face. With every bump, every curve, every arch he found your appearance to be unique and beautiful. Were you always like this? Has he missing out someone so desirable? He mentally slapped himself for being so selfish and arrogant these past few days. Pushing you away from him has now got to be one of his biggest regrets. You seemed to be such a nice person, with how the many times you tried to talk to him or make him smile. The way you gazed at him seemed to him like you were nervous and intimidated by him, but for some reason, there was a gentleness you held for him in your eyes. He dared to think that your gaze could be akin to a look of longing. These details went unnoticed for so long, but seeing it all now took his breath away. He continued to stare at you with his eyes softening as each second passed by and you couldn’t help but awkwardly laugh again. “Uhh…Batman? It’s really okay if you don’t want to come with me,” you trailed off. Still, he didn’t respond to you. He just…stared. It was starting to get a bit creepy. You cleared your throat and slowly started to peel away his arms from your body so you could stand up. “I’m just gonna, uh…”

He scared the shit out of you when he suddenly grabbed your wrist and stood up. “Let’s go,” he stated before practically dragging you to the elevator across the cave. You should be happy, really, but you were just confused. What was he think about when he stared at you? Did you have something on your face? Did he really think of you as that ugly? The last thought stung a bit to think about, so you just decided to ignore it. Instead, you paid attention to the fact that somehow, he was holding onto your wrist. You gulped and looked up to take note of his features up close while you walked to the elevator. He had a very prominent jawline and he obviously had a very large build. But there was something that pulled you closer to him. You didn’t realize what it was until you made it to the elevator. He walked inside it first with you following behind him. When he turned around, he met your eyes once more and he froze up again. You could feel the hand on your wrist tense up, as if something caught his eye. He stepped closer to you and it took everything within you not to back out of the elevator. He moved until he was only a breath away from you. When you were this close to him, your breath hitched in your throat. You gazed into his eyes, seeing them without the fake color from the eye lenses. They were beautiful but murky behind all the darkness of his mask and black paint. They seemed so familiar, yet so distant. If colors could speak, then his could speak a thousand phrases of sadness, confusion and pain. It could be easy to focus on the murkiness of the color but when you focused hard enough, you could see something else. It was lighter. It was small, but it was there. You almost couldn’t figure out what it was until you felt the hand on your wrist start to shyly trace one of its fingers up and down your bare skin. It was a subtle move, but you could feel a hidden meaning behind it. It was almost as if he…

Your breathing quickened at the thought, your eyes shifting to his lips. You watched as they slightly opened and closed, as if there were words desperate to be formed yet they are unable to. He acted so dazed, so entranced by your presence to the point where it was enough to go out of your comfort zone and look at him once more to unveil some of your growing desire for him. You stayed like this for what seemed like a lifetime, both of you unable to look away until he used one of his hands to reach behind you to press the button to go up. The ding of the elevator ripped you away from your chance and made you look down immediately, letting out the sigh you never noticed you had been holding in. Unlike his usual piercing stare, his eyes were in a daze, fluttering around to gain a sense of control over his growing emotions. Whatever the two of you shared just now had to be put aside. He couldn’t deal with emotions. Not now.

You blinked a few times and stepped away from him, yet he kept his hand wrapped around your wrist. It seemed he didn’t want to let go. You didn’t want to risk looking up at him again, so you used your other hand to gently clasp his hand. Bruce tensed up again and looked down at where you two were connected. All he could hear was his pounding heartbeat when you managed to pry his hand away from your wrist and slowly intertwine you fingers with his own. Your touch felt electric to him and he didn’t know why. All of these confusing emotions seemed to suddenly change everything for him. One second he didn’t seem to care for your presence and now he was aching for your touch. It felt wrong for him to feel this way, but he didn’t want to care. He wanted more of you and god, was he grateful when you decided to slowly intertwine your fingers with his. He didn’t have time to process the electric shocks of your gentle touch when the elevator opened up to the main floor. He closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath to calm himself as much as possible before he led you to the kitchen. The silence between you two was tense, only now for a different reason. There was no denying that something happened between you two that was more that it was supposed to be. Though you might’ve not pieced together everything you felt about him just yet, Bruce knew and he was scared. He was scared about the idea of you making your way into his heart. He needed a distraction now. It may be fruitless now, but perhaps a nice snack will be able to distract him for a while. He turned on the light in the kitchen and let you look around. He didn’t even process what he was doing. He wouldn’t let you look around for a snack without him holding your hand. At one point in his dazed state you tapped his hand with your finger. For the first time in a while, you spoke.

“Can you get the granola bar from there?” You asked shyly, pointing to the box of granola bars on the top shelf. It seemed you were too short to get it. The thought made him smile to himself as he leaned forward. He reached up to grab it and started to hand it to you when his eyes mistakenly met yours again. His breath hitched once more, now seeing how your face looked like when illuminated in the moonlight from the window behind you. Your eyes shined brighter than he’s seen them before and he could clearly see now the affection you held for him. This was bad news for him. Batman wasn’t supposed to fall in love with the people he’s supposed to protect. Bruce Wayne isn’t supposed to let anyone into his heart. But he was falling, falling into your deep longing so very clear in your beautiful eyes. It was driving him crazy, crazy enough to do things he had never done before.

His eyes tore away from yours briefly in order to grab one of the granola bars inside the box and hand it to you. Even when both of your hands touched, it filled him with uncontrollable desire. Your fingertips were elegant in his eyes as he watched you unwrap the granola bar from its casing. Unable to help yourself, you took one of his hands and carefully wrapped it around your hand holding the granola bar. Slowly, you let him guide the bar to your mouth. His intense gaze focused on the way your lips wrapped around the bar, the way your chin felt against his finger when you chewed. The act should have been weird, awkward at best, but the longing gazes you held for each other only made the act more intimate than it should be. His breath was shaky and you could see how flustered he was in that moment. After finishing one bite, you let out a sharp breath and looked away from him, embarrassment clear all over your features. It was clear to him now that you were just as flustered as he was. But your mind sobered up to your thoughts before. Wasn’t he with Selina? She called him ‘baby’ in the tapes. You didn’t want to accidentally become a home-wrecker. Reluctantly, you stepped away from him. “W-We can’t. What about Selina…?” you stuttered out guiltily, despite your hand still intertwined with his.

He ignored your statement and watched your every movement, mesmerized by the way your chest moved up and down from your flustered breathing. You were so beautiful. How could he have been so blind? Unable to help himself, he pushed his body flush against yours, your hands now pressed against his sturdy chest. He let out a soft sigh, leaning in closer to your face. He shyly pressed his nose against your cheek, smelling light traces of vanilla. It was intoxicating to feel you so close to him, to be inches away from what he wants from you. He could only wonder how electrifying it will feel once he finally gets to feel his lips against your skin.

“I don’t like Selina, if that’s what you’re asking,” he whispered against your ear. He then leaned down slightly to let out a sensual sigh down your jawline. You couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh of your own, your heart racing at the attention he was giving you. A thought came to your mind that made you almost laugh. It was ridiculous to think that when you said you wanted to use this snack run as a way to bond with him, you did not expect this bond to be more on the lines of being romantic. The tension between you two rendered you completely helpless and it was useless now to try to resist the obvious desire you both have for each other. Though it was strange how Batman could ever like you or take an interest in you, it was heartwarming nonetheless.

“(Y/n),” he whispered once more, needing to get your attention. You hummed shakily in response. His free hand reached up to touch your chin and lift it up. “Look at me.” Following his command, you look up at him slowly, your gaze hiding shyly behind your lashes. Your free hand boldly slid up his chest, feeling the bumpy exterior of his suit. You could practically feel his heart racing in his chest from your touch. When it felt like you couldn’t handle the tension any longer, he finally spoke again. “I want you,” he confessed timidly, causing you to gasp under your breath in shock. It was hard to find affection and desire as strong as this in a world as unforgiving as Gotham, yet here you two were, lost in each other’s arms despite your better judgment. You smiled at his confession and reached up to cup his cheek. Feeling his head lean into your palm, he closed his eyes. “You confuse me. I don’t know why I feel this way towards you, but I do,” he sighed out and looked at you gently. “It’s like I’ve wanted you this entire time, but I never realized it.” Saying all of this out loud was hard for him and he knew he told himself earlier that he didn’t want to deal with his emotions tonight, but the way you looked at him made all his defenses he meticulously built up as Batman come crumbling down. And god, did it scare him.

Seeing him panic in your arms, you hesitantly started to rub your thumb across his cheek. “I’ve liked you ever since we started working with each other, but you don’t have to feel pressured to figure it all out now. Hell, I’m still trying to figure out how you could want me,” you chuckled quietly to yourself. “You know, it’s pretty strange to have a crush on a guy who I haven’t even seen his whole face yet. I don’t even know your name,” you joked, trying to lessen the overwhelming tension between the two of you. You succeeded when you saw a tiny smile from the man in front of you. Now that he thought about it, you didn’t even know who he was, yet you still liked him. You really were a strange person, indeed. It gave him an idea. He looked up at you with a mischievous smile. “Do you wanna know?” He asked, his voice unconsciously lowering from his teasing which made you shiver. The emotions you were feeling right now in reaction to that are too shameful to admit out loud, but he knew. His eyes seemed to light up in satisfaction from your flustered state. You cleared your throat and nodded, trying to forget about the inappropriate thoughts quickly forming inside your head. When you finally calmed down, he let go of you and moved to remove his cowl slowly. You were the first outsider to know about his identity, so he was incredibly nervous about your reaction. When he finally showed his face behind the cowl, your eyes widened in shock. It took a moment for you to process what you were seeing in front of you before you started to giggle to yourself. He was slightly confused at your reaction but you were quick to explain.

“Bruce Wayne. That totally makes sense now,” you said in amusement. He was surprised that you didn’t freak out, but if that were the case, it made him want you more than before. You accepted him, truly accepted him. That was certainly rare. He allowed himself to chuckle with you before he took your hand into his. He pressed tender kisses all over it while you spoke. “Don’t think that just because you’re some billionaire, I’ll treat you any different than any other citizen here in Gotham,” you chastised lightheartedly. Bruce was truly grateful for that. So many people wanted Bruce Wayne just because he was rich. He was happy that fate decided to bring you to him through his dark alter ego instead. But thoughts aside, he had one more thing to do.

You stopped laughing all of a sudden when you felt his arm suddenly wrap around your waist and pull you flush against his chest once more. You let out a small squeak, your breath hitching in your throat as you waited in anticipation for his next move. More confident than before, he tucked his finger under your chin. His eyes became half-lidded in desire, once again getting lost in your eyes. He felt the tense passion he held for you once more when he leaned in until your lips were barely brushing against his. “Bruce,” you called out to him, your sigh edging into a breathless moan. “I want you to say what you feel for me,” he murmured against your lips. You didn’t hesitate to obey him. “I want you too, Bruce. I want to be with you.” With one swoop, he pulled you into a passionate kiss rivaling the ones you’ve seen in your tv shows. How odd these circumstances were that had lead you to a man you’ve always dreamed about being with. It wasn’t forgotten in your mind that his alter ego could present problems in your relationship in the future, but one thing was for certain: without Batman, he wouldn’t have met you. And without Batman, there would be no one who could keep the city safe. To keep you safe.

All Bruce thought about now and forever was the promise he made to you that night under the light of the moon and within your embrace: He will do everything in his power to make sure that no person—Riddler or otherwise—would ever hurt you again.

[incorrectbatman]

riddler: well, people always say i know how to light up a room :)

batman: that is called arson. these people are witnesses.