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leastlikelytoachieve · 2 years

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𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥.

— bruce wayne (robert pattinson) x f!reader.

warnings; sex, angst, violence

a/n; not sure how i feel about this one but at the very least, i finally finished an imagine! i swear i havent finished an imagine since my last bruce wayne fic, hopefully i can try and get back into the groove again.

word count; 3.3k

“this how you treat all your informants, huh?”

the hand she had wrapped around the back of his neck tugged him in even closer, pleasure bubbling up in her chest and emitting in mewls and huffs and puffs. her irises traced the sharp lines of his jaw, the only part of his skin he’d left unveiled. her other hand made its journey from his bicep all the way up to this place, her fingertips a match, searing his flesh. his jaw clenched in her touch’s wake and his eyelids fluttered closed, reveling in the feeling of skin against skin— something he hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

“no,” his voice husky, the noir leather of his gloves pressing into her hips where he gripped her, guiding her up and down on his exposed length, now sheathed inside her. her body quaked, bones rattling with toe-curling pleasure when he hit just the right spot, and he mumbled a string of curses underneath his breath when she tightened around him. her head fell into the crook of his neck, her face lifting just enough to allow her lips to seek refuge on the sliver of skin he allowed her to have, her tongue painting over his jawline. his breath hitched and he shuddered, and all he could think of was the woman he shared this moment with, the woman he just couldn’t get enough of. “just you. only you.”

her head lifted itself from his collarbone, his eyelids peeling back open so that she could stare into his pools of cadet gray, surrounded by an ocean of black. the pad of her thumb soothed over the mask, and all she wanted was to rip it off, to see who he really was under there. the batman blinked, their bodies surging into one another harder, their hands touching each other so tenderly, a stark contrast from the swift tempo of their libido.

her lips quivered, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to say something or moan, her hands subconsciously slipping down to his at her hips. they gazed into each other’s eyes a moment longer as she gathered his hand in her own, his arm slithering around her waist to lock her in place as he fucked up into her, her fingernails pinching the tips of his gloves.

her irises flickered back over to his as if to ask for permission, but she needn’t ask. he was more than willing to give her whatever she wanted, from quick sessions in his batmobile to another piece of his skin. she took her time ridding his hand of its leather restraint, admiring every cut and callous, and relishing every new piece of flesh she uncovered. he spared a quick glance down to his newly uncovered hand, but he couldn’t keep his eyes away from her for long.

her fingers intertwined with his, and his skin ignited into flame— when was the last time he’d been touched there? their eyes crashed right into one another, like two waves out on the stormy sea as she guided his naked hand down, down until it reached its destination—

—and her lips fell open, her head throwing itself back when his fingers rubbed against her aching clit. with his opposite hand, he caressed the side of her body with his knuckles, soothing over the curve of her hips, letting her use his fingers however she pleased. he reached for her chin, turning her head back so she could face him, so he could see her irises once again.

and just like she did earlier, his hand wrapped around the back of her neck and tugged her closer, his lips capturing hers in a breathtaking kiss, their tongues waltzing over one another’s. she whimpered into his mouth as she squeezed his hand, rocking her hips back and forth, grinding harder and harder. nobody had ever reached a place so deep inside of her before, never. she gasped as she cradled his head with her free hand when they pulled away, wishing so badly that she had a head of hair to grab on rather than a rubber mask. he let his head fall on her breasts, feeling that familiar twisting of a knot at the pit of his stomach, and she, too, felt herself coming closer to the edge.

“i can’t— i can’t…” she mewled, pushing his head back to envelope his lips with hers once more. this kiss was sloppier than the last, laced with desperation, to give that extra push towards the brim. “…i can’t— i’m gonna… oh, fuck!” she panted, his hips pistoning up into hers, so damn desperate to bring them both over the edge.

“let me feel it,” he growled into her ear, his breath hot over her skin. “show me how much you love this. come for me, come all over my cock.”

she wasn’t sure how long she had. his cock being so deep, his hand rubbing against her clit so hard, she was—

—“oh, fuck,” she cried, her body trembling atop of his, her arm cradling his head tighter, his lips finding her swollen nipple. it was all too much, and she could feel it, she could feel the rubber band within her pulling itself even tighter, and tighter, and tighter, and—

—“give it to me, come for me,” he murmured against her skin, and she was done for. her vision went white, his hands the anchor keeping her grounded as she reached her high, and she felt him slip out of her overstimulated cunt, ropes of his own cum splattering her stomach.

her head dropped to his shoulder, their breath becoming one as they chased air back into their lungs, his exposed hand finding hers. their fingers once again interlocked and she squeezed hard, never even wanting to let go. her heart beat against her chest, and she was sure his did too, aching to be let free to become one. his opposite leathered hand stroked the smooth flesh of her back, helping ease the tension in her muscles, to keep her grounded.

she almost forgot where they were for a moment.

“i guess i ought to go in, huh?” she was the first to tear through the silence with what they were both dreading. her forehead lolled against the rubber of his mask, and she gazed into his closed lids until he fluttered them back open, his dark irises there to connect with hers. their lips ghosted over one another’s, begging for another kiss.

but instead, he nodded against her, because if he didn’t now, he wasn’t sure if he would ever. “yeah,” he murmured, the pad of his nude thumb soothing over the back of her hand. she lingered a moment longer, but she knew she couldn’t stay for much longer. if she did, perhaps she’d just have to convince him to take her to his home tonight.

she pulled away first, much to her own despair as she climbed her way back into her seat, throwing her clothes back onto her naked body. the caped crusader watched from his own, his lips itching to move and to say something, but he couldn’t.

there was so much he wanted to say— he wanted to tell her his name, to ask her to not go home tonight, to stay with him. but he couldn’t, he couldn’t bring himself to.

she glanced over to him, and for a moment, she practically pleaded with him without any words to tell her to stay.

but of course, those words never came.

her fingernails clutched around her purse, her other ghosting over the handle of the car door. words didn’t come easy, because they were words she wished she didn’t have to say.

“goodbye,” she said rather awkwardly, unsure of what else there was to say.

“i’ll see you again,” it was more than she was expecting a man of few words to say, and although they were parting for the night, it brought a smile upon her face. of course they’d see each other again. she was the one he came to for dirt anyways.

“well, i’m counting on it, as always,” she smiled before she opened the car door, and began her walk inside her apartment building. her heels clicked against the concrete below, the warmth she once felt on her skin when he touched her was now gone, but the memory still lingered.

she reached the entrance to her apartment building, and it occurred to her that she hadn’t heard his car speed off yet, her fingernails clamping down harder onto her purse. she turned, and there he was, still there, watching her from the driver's seat of his car. her eyelids fluttered closed and she turned back to the door, for if she stared any longer, she knew she’d go running back.

so she entered the building, disappearing behind the veil of the apartment building door, and behind the wall, she could hear his engine revving back up, his wheels turning on the asphalt following suit. she exhaled a breath she couldn’t remember keeping inside, a tinge of disappointment creeping up in the back of her mind, chewing away at her head, practically eating her alive as she stepped onto the elevator, punching the button to her floor.

she couldn’t shake off the feeling that she should’ve asked if she could stay, that he was hoping she would.

the elevator doors slid back open, and she dragged her feet down the hall, her sore legs and the ache in her sex adding a limp to her step. nevertheless, she rummaged through her purse, searching for her keys as she approached her door, only to pause, her eyebrows furrowed. certainly she’d closed her own door before she left, right?

the door was open a hairline, her jaw clenched tight as her other hand reached for her phone, thumbs fumbling for her phone app, hovering over his contact. she dialed his number and brought the phone up to her ear. her limbs shaking. she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something, someone, waiting for her behind that door, and whoever it was, their intentions couldn’t be good.

his familiar, husky voice called her name when he answered, her breath shaky as she investigated the handle to her door. how did they get in? “i think there’s someone in my—“

all at once, the door swung open and she gasped, stuffing her phone back inside of her pocket as the person on the other side loomed over her. the man’s eyes lingered like a predator catching sight of his prey, a shadow casting over his face, his head eclipsing the light behind him. his smile was a crescent, mocking her, daring her to come closer.

“ah, sorry, you weren’t home so i decided to, you know, let myself in,” the man chortled, his limber fingers curling around her wrist and tugging her forward, his face becoming all the more clearer now. she could hear the sound of a car engine revving from the speaker of her phone, and she winced when carmine falcone dragged her inside of her own home, slamming the door shut behind them. “no,” she managed. “no! no!” she cried when he shoved her on one of the chairs to her kitchen table, restraints being locked into place on her wrists. her chest heaved up and down as she panicked, her eyes scanning her surroundings at the circle of men around her—men she’d seen at the club, men who ran the club.

“please! please, why are you doing this?” she wailed whilst he pulled up a chair before her, dark irises glistening with nefarious intent. her vision blurred with the glossy barrier of tears and she cursed herself for seeming so weak, but it was only because she knew all too well who the man was before her, and what he did.

“why, huh?” he tittered, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, staring up into her irises, which she was certain gave her fear away. “maybe, it’s because we gotta rat on our hands.”

carmine leaned in, his face now too close for comfort, and her breathing hitched at the base of her throat. it was as if the man had her in a force choke, leaving her speechless, or at least, a meek, stuttering mess. “now, why don’t you tell me what you’ve been telling your friend, uh, the batman?”

he knew. of course he knew. how naive she was to think that he wouldn’t figure it out.

she shook her head frantically, “no, i don’t know what you’re talking about, please,” she whimpered. “i don’t— i don’t know him, i’ve only ever seen him at the—“

“come on, quit bullshittin’ me,” falcone grumbled. “you think not everyone in the city saw what you two was doin’ out there? huh?” he chuckled, his hands creeping up her arms until they reached her shoulders. giving them a firm squeeze. her bottom lip trembled when the pads of his thumbs soothed over the curve of her arm, as if it were the calm before the storm. “i’ve always had eyes on you, you know. you’ve no idea how long i’ve known about you and your little affair,” he continued, her cheeks growing hot, the heat of all the men’s stares now finally sinking in. falcone was making a spectacle of her, like she was the star of some sick freak show. he leaned in even closer, his lips a mere wisp above her ear, his breath slithering shivers down her spine.

“and for someone of your occupation, you ain’t that good at lying.”

his hands that had since rested on her shoulders now slithered around her neck, her eyes practically popping out of their sockets at the realization, his thumbs against the base of her throat a prodding reminder. she thrashed her legs forward, trying with all the power she could muster to kick him off, but he wouldn’t budge.

she wondered if the vigilante was still on the phone, if he knew what was going on, if he would come back for her. salty tears streamed down her cheeks when she kicked against his stomach, only to send them backwards, her head knocking against the floor below. she gasped for air, her vision blurring both by tears and by dizziness. “p….please,” she managed out, the thrashing of her legs beginning to still, her eyelids feeling heavy. she could feel the air running out of her lungs, she could feel her unsteady heartbeat beginning to slow, down and down until she felt there would be…

…nothing…

…left.

she thought of the time when she first met the caped crusader, a chance encounter when he came to the club for information. it was the first time she’d caught a glimpse of those dark ocean eyes, and she swore she felt something, as if something had fallen into place. it was as if she was meant to meet him, the red string of fate then tying them together.

she recalled the first time they’d kissed, in the darkness in the building across the street from the lounge. she’d wanted to do it earlier, hell, if she could, she’d kiss him all day long. there was something about him, something in the way he show his affection, something in the way he showed that he cared. there was no doubt in her mind that she was falling in love, but to a faceless man in a mask?

she hadn’t even a clue what his name was.

but it was during their first kiss that she was sure—

—she would be the first to figure out the batman.

she even recalled the moment they shared in his car just moments before, the way he held onto her so tightly, the way he ravished her skin, the way he kissed her. she remembered the way they gazed into one another’s eyes when she held his hand, asking for permission to take off his glove. she remembered how he didn’t look afraid, afraid that someone was so close to him, afraid that someone was touching him.

it wasn’t exactly a secret that he was touch-starved, he showed just how hungry he was in the way he’d greedily take more, more and more of what he wanted. she remembered what it felt like the first time they’d touched hands— really touched hands— what it felt like for his skin to grace hers. she could feel every cut and callus on his skin, the wear and tear of a broken man.

it was then when she had made up her mind, she wanted to be there for him, to be the one he could confide in, to seek haven in. it was selfish of her, yes, but she wanted it all. she wanted more and more of this alluring enigma of a man, even when there was seemingly nothing left.

she wanted him. she wanted him. she needed him.

but now, she wasn’t so sure she’d ever see him again.

because now, she was certain that she was nothing left. she didn’t know what death felt like, but she was sure she had an understanding of what it was now. death was no longer having him, death was no longer being able to hold him, or touch him, or kiss him, or be with him.

and she felt like that was the worth death of it all.

her eyelids fluttered closed, and she tried to focus on anything else other than the pair of hands around her throat, on anything else other than—

she could hear noises behind her, the shouting of men and the sounds of gunshots permeating her living room. falcone removed his hands from her throat, and her lips fell agape, chasing air back into her lungs. she struggled to move, her wrists still tied behind the back rest of the chair, crushed underneath the wood. tears streamed in rivers down the sides of her face, her chest heaving up and down over and over again, pain a dagger in her wrists.

she hadn’t the slightest clue of what was happening, but at least, she could breathe. maybe she wouldn’t die, not now.

the noises began to fade, heavy footsteps coming in even closer, and closer, and for a moment, she feared it was falcone again, coming back to finish the job. a shadow eclipsed the light from the ceiling above, and she blinked, her irises attempting to refocus.

“vengeance,” she sighed as he bent down towards her, teeth gritted as he pulled her chair back up, slashing through the brittle ropes that kept her wrists locked into place. she tried to push her palms down on the base of the chair, she tried to stand but she couldn’t, and all she could do was collapse into him, her wobbling knees giving out beneath her weight.

she sunk to the ground below, his strong arms kept her sturdy, and he, too, kneeled to the floor with her. she couldn’t stand it any longer, and she wept. “i was… i was so scared and i,” she paused to gasp for air, her fingernails clutching his cowl, his lips pressed to her temple. “i thought— i really thought…”

“shhh, shhh,” he shushed her, his fingers threading through her tresses, leather fingertips scratching against her scalp. “i’m sorry. you’ve got me, i’m here.”

it was all she needed to stay grounded, all she needed was him and his arms around her and his skin against hers to keep her anchored. she’d never felt warmer or safer than when she was enveloped in his arms, and to be quite frank, she never wanted to leave. she wanted to keep this moment on repeat, to trap them in this memory like a box.

she could feel one of his arms unwrap itself from around her waist, but she didn’t dare move.

her eyelids fluttered open the moment the noir, rubber mask hit the ground, and she could feel locks of hair that weren’t her own fall over her forehead.

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leastlikelytoachieve · 2 years

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SPEECHLESS 🥹

𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥.

— bruce wayne (robert pattinson) x f!reader.

warnings; sex, angst, violence

word count; 3.3k

“this how you treat all your informants, huh?”

“let me feel it,” he growled into her ear, his breath hot over her skin. “show me how much you love this. come for me, come all over my cock.”

she wasn’t sure how long she had. his cock being so deep, his hand rubbing against her clit so hard, she was—

she almost forgot where they were for a moment.

there was so much he wanted to say— he wanted to tell her his name, to ask her to not go home tonight, to stay with him. but he couldn’t, he couldn’t bring himself to.

she glanced over to him, and for a moment, she practically pleaded with him without any words to tell her to stay.

but of course, those words never came.

her fingernails clutched around her purse, her other ghosting over the handle of the car door. words didn’t come easy, because they were words she wished she didn’t have to say.

“goodbye,” she said rather awkwardly, unsure of what else there was to say.

she couldn’t shake off the feeling that she should’ve asked if she could stay, that he was hoping she would.

his familiar, husky voice called her name when he answered, her breath shaky as she investigated the handle to her door. how did they get in? “i think there’s someone in my—“

“why, huh?” he tittered, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, staring up into her irises, which she was certain gave her fear away. “maybe, it’s because we gotta rat on our hands.”

he knew. of course he knew. how naive she was to think that he wouldn’t figure it out.

she shook her head frantically, “no, i don’t know what you’re talking about, please,” she whimpered. “i don’t— i don’t know him, i’ve only ever seen him at the—“

“and for some reason of your occupation, you aren’t the best at lying.”

…nothing…

…left.

she hadn’t even a clue what his name was.

but it was during their first kiss that she was sure—

—she would be the first to figure out the batman.

she wanted him. she wanted him. she needed him.

but now, she wasn’t so sure she’d ever see him again.

and she felt like that was the worth death of it all.

her eyelids fluttered closed, and she tried to focus on anything else other than the pair of hands around her throat, on anything else other than—

she hadn’t the slightest clue of what was happening, but at least, she could breathe. maybe she wouldn’t die, not now.

“shhh, shhh,” he shushed her, his fingers threading through her tresses, leather fingertips scratching against her scalp. “i’m sorry. you’ve got me, i’m here.”

she could feel one of his arms unwrap itself from around her waist, but she didn’t dare move.

her eyelids fluttered open the moment the noir, rubber mask hit the ground, and she could feel locks of hair that wasn’t her own fall over her forehead.

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leastlikelytoachieve · 2 years

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Hi I saw that requests was open for Bruce Wayne AND Cedric Diggory, nothing has ever made me happier! Could I please request a Cedric one where him and reader has been friends for years, both of them liking each other a bit more but neither has ever confessed their feelings.. the triwizard tournament is happening and reader feels left out because he’s always surrounded by people now, and that makes her pull away from him and he can’t understand why (give me the angst and the hurt/comfort). He doesn’t have the chance to talk before the third task BUT he survives, becomes the champion and they have a happy ending with confessions of love! Sorry this got super long, ignore this if you don’t wanna write it! Love your blog 💕

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Reader

Warnings: bad grammar, bad writing, maybe a little bit of angst.

A/N: I took a few personal liberties with the reader, the reader does have Golden eyes. I tied in an aspect of the movie "Tangled" because it was on while I was writing this lol. Instead of long, golden, repunzel hair. The reader just has golden eyes. Anyways, hope you enjoy it!!

“Ugh, excuse you!” I huffed as two kids ran by me with huge “Cedric” banners flowing behind them. I rolled my eyes and continued walking down the halls. If you had told me in first year that the awkward, shy kid that I made friends with would be the guy every girl would wanna be with and every guy wanted to be, I would have called you crazy. But as the years went on, I watched that boy grow, he became more sure of himself. He was handsome, strong, and popular. His eyes became my favorite thing in this school. His laugh became my favorite sound. Of course, I would never tell him how I felt. He saw me as his best friend, that was it. He would constantly tell me about the latest girl he was swooning over.

Sitting down under a tree in the grass, I pulled out one of my books to begin studying. I could see Cedric laying on one of the benches, surrounded by people. My heart ached for the days that it would just be him and I on that bench, his head in my lap. I would run my fingers mindlessly through his hair as he talked about his dreams. He always told me about his dreams. It was our thing. We would talk about our dreams for the future. What we wanted to do, who we wanted to be. ‘Focus y/n. Stop staring’ I tore my eyes away as Harry Potter walked up to Cedric. Forcing my eyes to look at the page, not actually taking in any information. A few minutes later I saw someone sit down beside me. “Hey” Gosh that voice. I looked up at him, his smile breaking down all of my defenses. “Y/N, I wanted to ask you something…” I smiled, quirking my eyebrow up. “ oh my goodness!! Cedric Diggory?? THE Cedric Diggory wants to talk to ME?” I placed my hand over my chest dramatically as he rolled his eyes.

“Cedric!! Come on!” Some girl came running up to us, grabbing at his arm. Her grip on his arm seemed to be tightening around my heart as she pulled him up off the grass. Cedric turned back to me. “To be continued?” I laughed, nodding my head and waving to him as he walked away. Shoving my book back into my bag, I stood up and made my way back to the common room, hoping the tears would stay at bay until I was in private.

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I fixed my eyes on Cedric as I walked through the great hall. I smiled to myself, seeing the open seat next to him that he always saved for me. However, that smile faded as my ears tuned into a conversation coming from the Gryffindor table.

“I tried to ask her, but she said she was going to the ball with Cedric…” My feet anchored to the floor as my heart shattered into a million pieces. He hadn’t even mentioned asking someone. I immediately made my way to an empty section at the table. Pulling some books out and putting them on the table. I glanced over at Cedric who was already looking at me with a questioning look. He waved me over but I shook my head, pointing at my books as if I had to study. Near the end of the meal, I saw Cedric stand up and start walking towards me. I couldn’t bear to talk to him, so I slammed my book shut, standing up and walking quickly out of the great hall and straight to my room.

By the time I woke up in the morning, the hurt in my chest had faded into a dull ache. It would have been easy to walk the halls to my first class if I didn’t see his name plastered literally everywhere I turned. I walked into Potions late of course, earning a lecture from Snape (per usual). Cedric had saved me a seat, the only seat available. I sat down, keeping my gaze on the desk. About ten minutes into class, I saw a note slide into my vision. “You okay?” I looked towards Cedric and nodded. A few minutes later another note came into view. “Any new dreams lately?” I smiled, scribbled an answer and slid it over to him. “None…you?” A few minutes later “The usual, no new dreams. Excited for the ball?” I sighed, grabbing the paper, scribbling down the words “not going” I pushed it over, watching his face turn into confusion. There was no way I was going.

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“I can’t believe I’m going to the Ball.” I said, looking at myself in the mirror. The dress was beautiful, but I felt ridiculous. Going alone. “How many times are we going to have a BALL?? You have to go!!” my roommates had “convinced” me to go. “Besides, you will get to show Cedric what he is missing out on.” I blushed “I don't know what youre talking about” they all glanced at each other. “Oh please, if you’re going to lie about your feelings, then you could at least stop crying his name in your sleep.” “or moa-” I slapped my hand over her mouth before she could finish. “OKAY! Let’s go.”

“Alice, everyone’s staring at us.” I said as we made our way down the stairs. “They are not staring at us, they’re staring at you…and that guy just looked..” I hooked my arm into hers, anxiety burning my veins. “Just don’t let me fall.” My body froze as my golden eyes scanned over the crowd, landing on Cedric. He was standing next to Cho…of course that’s who he asked. She’s gorgeous, kind, smart. There was no competition. I walked up to them, smiling and reaching out my hand, greeting Cho. “oh wow, you must be Y/N! You look-” “beautiful..” His voice finished her sentence. I turned my head sharply to hide the blush that grew on my cheeks.

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The further Cedric got into this tournament, the further we grew apart. I hated this tournament. This tournament tore apart our friendship. It was finally time for the third task. I remember standing in the cold. Just staring at the maze. It felt like hours. A few people had sat down, all the noise had died down. We sat in silence. Finally, I saw Harry appear with Cedric and the cup. But the relief in my body burned into deep sorrow as I realized Cedric’s body was lifeless. I fought my way through the crowd, crying out in agony as my elbows pushed into anyone that stood in my way. My eyes never leaving his body. I threw my body onto his, my tears already soaking his shirt. “Nonononono, please, please, please.” I sat up, running my hand over his face..closing my eyes. “Please please let this work..” I could hear his father coming up behind me as I started the song, the song that had healed so many people before this moment. My magic was rare. It’s why they wanted me here in the first place. Nobody had ever seen anything like it. Golden eyes and a song that could heal what has been hurt, change the fate’s design. “Save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine…” I had never used this much of my magic before and I didn’t even know if it would work. As I finished the song, my vision started to fade. I fought to stay awake, to see if it had worked. I gave myself into the darkness just as I felt his chest lift with a deep breath of air.

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“Do you even know she is going to wake up?”

“She has to…she is going to be okay…she has to be…”

“Cedric dear, you should go get some rest. She will still be here in a few hours..”

“I told you, I’m not leaving.”

I let my eyes open slowly, taking in my surroundings. I was in the infirmary.

“No wonder my back hurts, this darn cot” Cedric’s head snapped towards me at my words.

“Y/N! Oh my god, what were you thinking? Never do that again!!” He pulled me into a bone crushing hug as I sat up. “Okay..Cedric..kinda just woke up from a coma here..” he pulled away muttering an apology. “You’re here, you’re alive…it worked.” I smiled as I put my hand on the side of his face. “Y/N, I can’t believe you risked yourself like that.”

“Of course I did, Cedric. I love you. I almost lost you. I couldn’t live with that. I had to try. You need to know that I love you. So much. More than a best friend. I love you with my whole heart.”

Cedric listened to my confession in silence as I rambled on about how much I loved him but eventually he cut me off by pressing his lips into mine. “I love you Y/N. More than a best friend. I always have. You are my dream.”

#cedric diggory x reader #robert pattinson #robert pattinson x reader #cedric diggory #cedric x reader #harry potter #goblet of fire

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leastlikelytoachieve · 2 years

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July

Pairing: BattinsonxGN!reader

Warnings: YALL ITS ANGSTY!!!! I don't usually write things that end the way this one does but this is where my heart led me...it's pretty short.

‘My dearest Bruce,’

I started the letter with tears burning my eyes. I never wanted to do this. I fell in love with Bruce Wayne. The Bruce Wayne that took me on extravagant dates and held me at night, all night. But these last two and a half years have been hell on earth.

‘I have to start with telling you I love you. I never stopped loving you. I will never stop loving you. That is not why I am doing this.’

Bruce had just left for the night. I had stood in the batcave just like every night. Watching him put all of his armor on. Watching Bruce disappear and watching him stand in his place. He walked up to me. I stared at the man that held the other half of Bruce’s heart. Batman. I only felt jealousy towards his alter ego, wishing that I could be enough to occupy his nights. Don’t get me wrong, I am so proud of what Bruce is doing. I love how humbly sacrificial he is for this city. But sleeping every night alone is not what I signed up for. It is too much for me to handle. Most nights, I just roam around the empty tower. Exploring hallways and rooms. But a hole in my heart the size of this lonely tower has been created and the longer this goes on, the more I know that this hole will never be filled the way I needed it to be. So my decision is damage repair. My decision is selfish, I know.

‘I remember when you first told me you loved me. When you asked me to move in with you. We were young.’

It was the middle of the night the first time he told me he loved me. We were coming back from the fair. It started pouring and he was bringing me back to my apartment. One of the things I loved about him was that he didn’t care that I didn’t come from money. He got out of the car, just like every night and ran around the car, opening my door. I grabbed his hand and started running towards the run down building when he pulled on my hand and stopped me. “Bruce, what are you doing? Its pou-” it was like a movie when he kissed me. A kiss every cliche teenage girl dreams of and when he pulled away, his words blew me away more than the kiss. “I love you. So much. Move in with me. Be with me. Forever.”

‘It was so simple for me back then. I knew that I wanted you forever. But you and i forever ended sooner than I thought it would. Over these past few years my heart has grown heavy, and empty.’

It was the beginning of april when Bruce stumbled back into the cave. Broken and bruised. Barely standing. “OH MY GOD!! Bruce! What happened??” I knelt down next to him and caught his head in my arms as he fell to his knees. “Get out of here Y/N. You can’t see me like this. Go get Alfred.” He was crazy, I wasn’t leaving. “What? No, im here, let me be here” he tore himself from my arms. “I SAID GO!!” He had never yelled at me. Not once. I had never been on the receiving end of his rage. After that I had locked myself into one of the many rooms in the tower. Bruce would come and knock on the door, begging me to come out and speak to him. I stayed in the room for days. Only opening the door to grab the food Alfred left on the floor for me. Images of his broken body burned into my brain. They were all I could see when I closed my eyes. Adding to the ache in the hole in my heart every time he left.

‘Again, I am not doing this because I fell out of love with you. I am doing this for myself. I am doing this because I need to heal. I can only do that on my own. I am leaving. Please do not come after me. Please do not call me. I thought I could do this, but I cannot. I am not strong enough for you. Please understand that I need this. I could never ask you to stop what you do because I love what you do. I love who you are. I am so sorry. Goodbye Bruce, Y/N’

I packed my bags and made my way to Alfred’s room, leaving him a note that I had written for him outside his door. I had no intention of saying goodbye to anyone. For fear that someone would convince me to stay. Setting my bags down by the door, I made my way onto the elevator. Letter in hand. When it reached the bottom, I let my eyes roam around the cave for the last time. Walking over to the desk, I left my note on top of his “Gotham Project” journal. Knowing he would see it once he came to the desk, after shedding half of his alter ego. Half batman, half bruce wayne. I wanted it this way, I wanted both of them to read the letter.

I was making my way back to the elevator when I heard the distant roar of his car. He’s early. It’s only 2AM. The elevator dinged and I hurried in, pressing the button to the top multiple times as if it would make it go faster. I could see the headlights just as the door was closing. I couldn’t look him in the eyes. Just his eyes could convince me to stay. Running out of the elevator at the top, I grabbed my bags and swung open the front door. Thank goodness my taxi was already waiting. I had a coworker who told me I could stay with her as long as I needed, which was generous because I couldn’t tell her how long I would need.

Just as I opened the door to the car, I heard an agonized cry from inside the tower, I turned to look back, the front door left open and just a few feet inside, Bruce stood in front of the opened elevator doors, letter in hand. His cape, cowl and armor had been discarded. But he wouldn’t follow me out the door. He couldn’t, he was still half batman. I turned my head and got in the taxi before he could see my tears fall. I gave the driver the address and sank into the seat, letting my pain push the tears out. I turned back to the tower as we got further away, to my surprise, I saw Bruce standing in the street. I could see Alfred making his way out of the tower and to Bruce’s side. If I looked closely, I could see the ghost of me. Standing next to Bruce, happy and in love. The part of me that stayed behind to comfort Bruce. The part of me I knew could be mine no more. The part of me that belongs to Bruce Wayne. The July sky wept and roared, stamping disdain on the moment. A moment I wish I could forget. A moment to this day, 62 years later, on my deathbed, I wish I could have taken back.

But I never did. I never saw Bruce Wayne again and what’s worse, I never healed. The hole was never filled up.

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Bruce Wayne x reader, friends to lovers? Readers parents worked on the estate when they were kids and they grew up together, but after Bruce’s parents death they drifted apart and meet years later and ✨feelings✨ happens!

Also really liked the first chapter of the Cinderella fic, very excited for more!

YOU WERE EVERYTHING

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x reader ( I think I indicated the reader as female but if you blink you will miss it.) friends to lovers

Warnings: a little angsty I think, yelling, tears, attempted assault?? Nothing too wild.

A/N: It has taken me so long to get out of this funk I have been in but I am hoping this fic is what I needed to jump back in. I've been working on this one on and off since I got the request. I hope I did it justice..haha..get it...justice..anyways. ENJOY BABES!!!

“I have a large black coffee and a large English Breakfast Tea for Alfred!!” I yelled from behind the counter, I was currently smack in the middle of the morning rush. Setting them down on the counter and preparing to turn when I saw the all too familiar face of Alfred Pennyworth, himself.

“Wait, Alfred??” He stopped, scrunching his brows together trying to remember where he knew me from. “It’s Y/N, my parents used to work for you at the Wayne Estate a long time ago.” Realization and a warm smile crossed his features as he answered, “ahhh Y/N, that’s right. Wow. How have you been? How are your parents anyway?” My eyes dropped as I answered. “Oh, they're…uh…they passed. In the flood.” Not a lie, they perished the same night. Only they had been standing directly next to one of the marked vans when it exploded. The coroner couldn’t tell me if it had been the explosion that killed them or the sudden rush of water, but I like to imagine they didn’t suffer. “Anyway, how is it at the Wayne Tower? How is Bruce?” I could see sorrow in his eyes about my parents but he could tell I didn’t want to dwell on the subject. “He is good, very good. Doing everything he can to help the city. You two were inseparable as kids. Bonnie and Clyde, your parents and I used to call you.” I laughed, remembering the older boy sneaking me out of the workers quarters at night to run around the estate and play hide and seek.

“Listen, you should come by the tower sometime. I’m sure Bruce would love to see you, and Lord knows that boy needs a breath of fresh air.” he said as he scribbled down an address on a napkin. I shoved it into my pocket, doubting that I would use it. Bruce and I drifted apart for a reason, and it wasn’t on my accord. Sure, we had kept in touch for a while after his parents passed and they cut the staff. My mind drifted back to the last time he spoke to me, I was 15, he was 17. He was in a broody mood, which wasn’t abnormal for him. He was standing outside his parents closed bedroom door with a big chain and lock in his hand. I remember placing my hand on his shoulder. I remember him turning to me bitterly and telling me to go away. After a few minutes, my stubbornness was worn thin by the hurtful words he spit out towards me. The last time I saw him was when he was just barely 18 and he was driving an old charger in some underground street race I had been forced to attend by some friends.If it were anyone else, they wouldn’t recognize the heir to the Wayne throne. But I could pick those eyes out of a lineup. He saw me, but he looked right through me.

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Days had passed since Alfred gave me the address and a personal invitation to the Wayne Tower. The old napkin sat on my desk collecting dust, catching my eye every once in a while. I can’t say I never developed a crush on Bruce Wayne but I can say the feelings were never mutual. I was always infatuated with the older boy, my mind raced against my heart as I thought about seeing him again. Screw it. I knew where the tower was by heart, I didn’t need the napkin. I slipped on my converse and marched out the door. Maybe I should have waited until it was daylight outside.I drew my arms around my frame, pulling my jacket tighter around my body. I wasn’t far from the tower when I heard the footsteps, I could see the big bright “WAYNE” name in the sky. I quickened my pace, hoping it was just some other innocent person trying to get to their destination. But one set of footsteps turned into two, turned into three. Every inch of my body told me to keep walking and not look back. “‘Never look back” my father would always tell me.

Even so, I glanced over my shoulder, only to see three men dressed in baggy clothes headed straight for me. Whipping my head back around, I focused on the sign that read “WAYNE” but pronounced “Sanctuary” in my head. I quickened my pace until I felt an arm wrap around my shoulder and heard a deep voice say “Hey honey, sorry I’m late.” My instinct was to yank away from the person but the arm around my shoulders was too strong. Throwing my gaze up to the man, I noticed a strong jaw and dark hair, but when he glanced down at me, I recognized his eyes. His beautiful, piercing, oceanic eyes. The eyes I had fallen for so many years ago. “Bruce,” it came out as more of a whisper than I had intended. He flicked his eyes back up towards the street. “That ever happens. Just stare straight ahead, keep walking.” I maneuvered my arm around his waist and muttered a “thank you” eventually, we made it to the tower.

“What were you doing out here this late, Y/N?”

Coming to see you “I uh…I was at a friend's house, lost track of time.”

“Why were you walking this way? You live the other way.”

Because I just lied to you. I wasn’t going home “I must have gotten turned around.”

The look he gave me said that he didn’t buy it, but he let it pass. “Come inside. It’s not safe out here right now.” I dutifully followed him through the front door with no desire to continue to be chastised by Bruce Wayne. The tower looked and smelled exactly how I remembered it. Except instead of buzzing with people and activity, it was dark…empty…lonely.

“Ahh…Y/N, I’m so glad you decided to come. I wasn’t sure you would take me up on the offer.” Bruce glanced down at me with one eyebrow raised. Busted. “Please take your coat off, I have a fire running just in here, let me fix some tea.” Alfred ushered us into a room with two, rather extravagant brown leather couches. “I’ll just go start the tea while you two catch up.” Alfred stated, before he walked out, closing the huge wooden doors behind him.

“Y/N-”

“You promised, Bruce. You promised that no matter what, no matter if we fought, no matter WHAT, we would always have each other. And then one day, you shut me out. I kept waiting for you to come back, to keep your promise. You never did. You promised. And you lied. That is why I came here. Because you deserve to know how much you hurt me.” Bruce sat in silence as years worth of tears burned lines of betrayal into my cheeks.

“Y/N” He reached forward and placed a hand on the side of my face, his thumb swiping across my cheek, smearing the tears and making room for the ones waiting to fall.

“No! I loved you Bruce! So much! But of course you couldn’t be bothered with the low class, peasant girl that swooned over the prince of Gotham like a lost puppy. Your pity for me ran out and you were done with me.” I pulled his hand from my face and stood up to walk away. Two steps into my grand exit, I felt a hand wrap around my wrist, anchoring me to my place on the floor.

“Is that what you think? You think I pitied you? Y/N, I was in LOVE with you. It scared the hell out of me.”

I scoffed, “you were in love with me, so you tossed me to the street like I was nothing?” Bruce stood up, towering over me, grabbing my face in both of his hands, forcing my eyes to look into his. It felt in that moment like he would yell, scream in my face what he thought was so obvious. But his voice came out at just over a whisper.

“Look at me…you were everything.” and then he kissed me. He kissed me in the way I always dreamed he would. Gently, full of love. He kissed me like I was made of glass and he would break me with the slightest touch. “You were everything” he repeated the sentence in between kisses like a prayer.

Kiss "you were everything" Kiss "you were everything"

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I’ve not been writing this past week. I’ve been slammed with work and exams and papers. BUT IM BAAAACK BITCHESSS!! I also would like to note that I am opening my requests up to Bruce Wayne and……CEDRIC DIGGORY !! Send ‘em in lovies !!

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Omg omg omg. Can you please do Pattinson Bruce x reader smut inspired by the song “dirty thoughts” by Chloe Adam’s. Where the reader works for Bruce or works in the PD with Gordon and when she sees either Bruce or Batman she has like this dirty fantasy about him (queue the smut) and then when she snaps out of it she’s all hot and bothered ?? 👀

(Sorry I didn't have time to proofread this)

It was a typical day at the office. You worked the Wayne Enterprises for about a year now. You were offered the position as Bruce’s secretary due to your parents being heavily involved with the Waynes and other fabulously wealthy families in Gotham. Before getting the job you only got glimpses of Bruce, at black-tie events or business meetings between him, your father, and other business executives, but even then he was always clung to the shadows and corners of the room. You were convinced that Bruce was ridiculously ugly or just socially inept by the way he was behaving. With most rich nepotism babies in Gotham, they would be flaunting their money on their social media pages, going on lavish trips, and buying all of the latest designer things. You couldn't deny that you didn't fall into this category but Bruce was way different than you and the rest of the rich kids. He didn't have social media, you never saw him buying out the lavish boutiques and fashion houses. It was rare to see him at all. So When your father offered you the position you expected to see him at least every day, but even that didn't happen. He just expected you to email or call him about this information. Over the phone, He would always I've you one word or brief responses so it was almost certain to you that he had little to no human interaction. You just accepted the fact that you would never meet your boss, until one day. You were just in your office space organizing all of Bruce’s emails and arranging meetings until you heard a knock on the door. You assumed it was the receptionist asking to send you some emails but much to your surprise it was him. THE PRINCE OF GOTHAM.

Even though you’ve never got a good glimpse of him you could tell it was him as soon as he opened his mouth. “y/n can you text Alfred that he needs to order me some new cufflinks” he said while leaning against the door frame. You were so wrong about Bruce. He was an absolute Adonis. He had a perfectly chiseled jawline, with a light 4 a clock shadow on his face. You wondered how his tongue would feel as he would pry your legs open and devour your perfectly pink vagina as if it was his last meal on earth. You noticed that his mouth was moving but you weren't paying attention because you knew it would probably be one of the usual things he asks for. You just wanted him to stuff his tongue down your throat and RAM his cock into your hole.

You noticed how well he was built through his suit He had broad stocky shoulders, perfectly toned arms, and thighs that could crush watermelons. You just wanted to rip off his shirt and have him throw you onto your desk. Bruce had to be at least a 7 by the looks of it and you knew you could take it all. You imaged him going behind you and bending you over the desk, taking off your bra and sliding off your panties effortlessly. He slowly caressed your ass and moved his hand up to explore and caress your breast, as you could feel his cock sliding in and out of you. You wanted to feel his hot tense breath from the crook of your neck as he was doing his best to contain his moans. You just longed for his touch and would give absolutely anything to feel it. Bruce started to pick up his pace and the sound of skin slapping together intensified, you rolled your hips into his to take in him all. He lowered his body onto yours so he could buck into you even harder even though you questioned if that was physically possible to move that fast but your head was spinning so fast that you couldn't think about it for too long, and soon your body couldn't handle it either. The burning feeling in your stomach was growing more and more intense to the point it was unbearable.

You realized that you were reaching your climax, and with the way you were clenching on Bruce, he could tell as well. He slammed it to you deeper and deeper, practically kissing your cervix. You couldn't take it anymore, the burning feeling inside of you felt uncontrollable, as you feel from your high you moaned out “Bruce”. And that’s when you snapped out of it. Instead of being filled with Bruce’s baby batter on your face, you were greeted with the sight of Bruce wide-eyed and tomato-faced. It took a couple of seconds for you to realize that you moaned your boss's name to his face. He just stood there staring at you dumbfounded for a couple of seconds and then he turned around and walked out of your office. You sat there ashamed and wet just staring at the doorway. You didn't even remember what he came in for, but you realized that you could show your face around him.

As Bruce was walking to his office he could feel all of the blood rushing to his shaft. He could never admit to himself that that was the only time a girl ever moaned his name or that he even liked it. Bruce wanted to go back in there and just show you how he felt. But he could never do that, or at least not now.

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Well, He Doesn’t Look a Thing Like Jesus... (Justified Sin Chapter 5)

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warnings: domestic violence mentions, mentions of…other violence, mentions of sex, waxing poetic about the morality of sin lol

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It was the first day he saw you after the election, waking up early in the afternoon just to get to you. He never got enough sleep the days he went to see you, but it didn’t really matter because you always made coffee, and your presence and your touches set his nerves ablaze.

“Hey, long time no see!” you said as he walked through the door of the diner, and you ran over and hugged him. “How have you been?”

“Alright. How about you?” Bruce asked.

“Oh, fucking fantastic. He’s been out most of the time and he’s been in a great mood,” you said. “I mean, I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop but I’m trying not to think about it. It’s not the outcome for Gotham I wanted, though.”

“I didn’t want that either,” he sighed. “But I’m glad you’ve been better.”

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A Cinderella Story (Part 2)

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Description: Y/N ran away from her prince charming at the gala. Does Bruce Wayne find her? Or is it a certain man in Kevlar?

Warning: Language, depictions of extreme v!olence and a f!rearm, mentions of blood, mentions the loss of a loved one. Bad grammar.

A/N: I have seen your requests and I am working on them as diligently as I can! My requests remain open as of now and I can't wait to see what else yall send in.

Part One

Bruce Wayne does not get distracted. BATMAN especially does not get distracted. However, since the gala, he couldn’t rid his thoughts of the girl in the mask. Her eyes, her voice, her touch. He NEEDED to find her.

“Alfred, any luck on the picture from the locket?” The older man stood from the table, locket in hand.

“Yes. A woman from the lower end of the City. Died tragically about ten years ago. Official records say it was an accident but you don’t get these kinds of injuries from just a tumble down the stairs.”

Bruce took the file from Alfred’s hands and began skimming through the pages.

Alfred continued, “She left behind a husband and a daughter. He seems like a real keeper, bouncing from job to job, in and out of jail…There isn’t much about the daughter. Just a driver's license picture and a name. Y/N Y/L/N”

Bruce stared down at the picture, specifically the eyes of the girl staring back at him. It’s her

He thought to himself as he repeated, “Y/N”

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“Oh nononono…” I said to myself as I picked up the newspaper into my hands. “I know..” I looked to my left to see some girl popping her gum and holding the newspaper “I can’t believe it either. I mean every girl in the city wants Bruce Wayne and now this girl shows up out of nowhere and just like that” she snapped her fingers. She rambled on but I turned my head back to the paper.

Mystery woman

Who is she?

After scanning over all the magazines and papers it seemed like every reporter in town was in search of “Cinderella” but thankfully, nobody knew who it was. Not surprising. They’re probably up in their offices racking their brains about all of the uppity class women that it could be. They would never think it would be me. My heart raced as I walked into the store…Is HE looking for me? Or is it just the papers trying to catch a story? I placed the beer and the paper on the counter and waited for the cashier to ring me up. “Oh wait! I forgot! I just need to grab a drink really quickly!” I said as I quickly walked away from the register and towards the back where the drinks were. I was trying to decide between sprite and dr pepper when I heard the chime of the door and some sort of commotion going on up front. Shrugging it off as some bored homeless man I reached for the Sprite.

“I SAID OPEN UP THE DRAWER!” Nearly dropping the sprite, I immediately crouched into one of the aisles. “Give me everything, and while you’re at it throw some cigarettes in the bag!” My breathing picked up as I patted over my body for my phone. Shit. I left it at home. Tears stung my eyes as I tried to slow my breathing, placing my hand over my heart. I pulled the air in through my nose and pushed it out through my lips before peeking around the aisle to plan my escape. As I peeked around I noticed the man behind the counter was at gunpoint, slowly I started crawling towards the exit. “COME ON MAN, PICK UP THE PACE!” His booming voice made my heart drop to my ass and I quickly finished crawling to the other side of the aisle. Slamming my back against the shelves, the force causing something to fall off of the shelf and onto the floor with a deafening thud. I slammed my eyes shut and held onto my breath as the robber turned around long enough for the cashier to grab his own gun from under the counter. Not hearing any approaching footsteps, I decided, against my better judgment, to look around the corner at the scene, yet again.

The script had changed, now both of the men had guns pointed at each other. I have already maxed out how many stupid decisions i can make in one week. Just leave. I thought to myself as the other half of my brain fought to help the poor cashier. I slowly stood to my feet and started sneaking up behind the robber. I broke into a small run to gain momentum and as I got close enough I jumped off of my feet and onto the man's back, trying to hit and rip the gun out of his hand and failing. Suddenly my world turned red and my arms released from around his neck as I took an elbow to the nose.I fell onto my hands and knees, breathing heavily as I watched the blood pour out of my nose and into a puddle on the floor, my tears following in pursuit as he turned to the cashier, just to notice in the commotion, he had fled. Leaving me alone.

I felt a stinging tension in the back of my head as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and threw me onto my back. “You shouldn’t have gotten involved, little girl.” he said as he lifted the barrel to my head. I let my eyes drift closed as I accepted my fate. Waiting for the bang. But it never came. Instead, I heard bones cracking and muffled groans. Opening my eyes, a cry of relief left my lips. I stood on shaky legs as I saw him standing over the robber’s battered body…

“Ve-Vengeance…” I said as I stepped towards the shadows that concealed my savior. My vision went in and out as I reached my hands out for anything to settle myself. Suddenly, the shadows reached out and swept me up, carrying me out of the store. My vision went black.

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My senses returned to the taste of blood still on my teeth. My senses returned to feeling of soft sheets against my skin. Which was odd because my sheets were not by any means this soft. My senses returned to the smell of Cedarwood. Which was oddly familiar and caused me to snuggle into the soft sheets. My senses returned to the sound of fire crackling in the background. Finally, I opened my eyes and took in the room I found myself in. It was dark, gothic. Not mine. I shot up in bed, the sharp pain in my head only slowing me down a little as I swung the sheets and blankets off of my body. Racing towards the door I passed a tall mirror sitting on the floor and noticed that I was in a t shirt and sweats that dwarfed my body.

“You’re awake” I heard the sound of an older man towards the door, my body spinning around startled I started backing away from the man.

“No please don’t be afraid! You are safe! You’re at-”

“The Wayne tower.” I finished as I fixed my gaze on the man that appeared behind him. The older man stepped aside to fully reveal a freshly showered Bruce Wayne.

“Hi..how did I get here? Last I remember I was being carried out of a store by Batman and now I’m here.”

“Well the whole city knows my princess abandoned me at the ball. I guess he was doing me a favor.” I blushed as he stepped closer. The eyes I dreamed about for days tearing into mine as he continued to close the distance.

“How did I get into these clothes?” I asked quietly, not breaking eye contact but definitely thinking about his hands undressing me.

“I changed you…I didn’t look or anything..i-I just wanted you to be comfortable.” It was cute seeing him fumble over his words but his eyes still not leaving mine reminded me that he had complete control.

“Well maybe” He closed the distance, we were now chest to chest and for the first time I broke eye contact and flickered my eyes to his lips, watching as his tongue separated them for a moment. “Maybe, I wish you would have…looked” I finished as I brought my eyes back up to his. Suddenly I felt his hands cradle my head as he crashed our lips together. My arms flew around his neck as he lifted me up and moved towards the edge of the bed. Sitting down and putting me on his lap, we continued kissing like it was something we would never get to do again.

“I want this moment to last forever.” I said as I pulled away and mindlessly played with the hair at the back of his head.

“I have something for you.” he said as he stood, placing my feet on the ground before walking over to his dresser and opening the top drawer. “Turn around.” I did as told, giggling slightly as I waited for him to come back over. That's when I saw a flash of gold in front of my face and felt the familiar cold touch of my locket against my chest. I gasped and looked down, not being able to control the tears pooling in my eyes. “Oh my gosh, you found it! You’ve had it this whole time?”

“Yeah, I saw it fall when you ran off at the gala. I’m glad I picked it up. It seemed important.”

I smiled lightly and clutched the locket in my hand, silently thanking my mom for tying the invisible string that led Bruce straight back to me.

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A Cinderella Story

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x fem!reader Description: A mysterious, mis-delivered invitaion to a fancy gala hosted by the prince of gotham. Who could turn that down?

Warnings: mentions of abuse, language maybe? definitely bad grammar. mentions of the loss of a loved one.

A/N: most likely will make a part two to this story if this part does well. I hope you guys enjoy it and please remember my requests are WIDE OPEN.

Everyday is the same.

Wake up

Shower

Clean up his beer bottles from all over the house

Clean the rest of the house

Try not to piss him off to avoid another beating

Go to sleep

Do it all over again tomorrow

Being a Gotham citizen of any class has its dangers and challenges. Well unless you’re a member of the elite. The big, beautiful buildings in the sky. Lit up with parties and celebrations almost every night. Sometimes, I like to sit at my window at night and watch them glow. Dreaming about being one of the polished and beautiful people in the tall towers. But that day will never come, as I am doomed to the lower class life that Gotham offers. Stuck in this house forever with my horribly wretched, drunk of a father.

Grasping tightly onto the locket around my neck, the one that holds the picture of my mother. My mother, who was taken too soon by the hands of the sinister man that “allows” me to live under his roof, rather than on the streets. In return, I do the cooking, the cleaning, take the beatings, etc… I found myself looking at the bright lights, yet again, humming a small tune when my phone rang. The name “Jaq” appearing on my screen painted a small smile on my face.

“Hello?”

“Y/N, this is serious. I was going through my mail and I saw this super fancy envelope. Which automatically struck me as weird, because what the fuck is an envelope this fancy doing in MY mailbox?? Anyways, it’s an INVITATION to BRUCE MOTHERFUCKING WAYNE’S MASQUERADE GALA!! It was delivered to the wrong address. BUT the invitation itself doesn’t have a name on it and it says PLUS TWO, so you, me and Gus are going.” he finished without taking a single breath. My heart skipped a beat as I let myself think about it for a moment. Pretending for a night that I belong in the crowd of the beautiful. But it wasn’t realistic, so reluctantly I answered, “I can’t. You know he would kill me if I went. Just take Gus.” Gus is his boyfriend.

“Well he works until 12:30 right?? So if we leave the gala at midnight then you will be home in plenty of time. He won’t even know you were gone.”

So that is how I found myself at the gala. I spent almost all of my life savings on a beautiful gown and mask for the masquerade gala. Although, I’m sure it didn’t match up to anything the other women had picked out for the evening. Afterall, they were all there to impress the prince.

Complete awe and wonder flowed through my whole being as I took in the room. Tall pillars, and windows that overlooked the whole city. People talking about problems I could only dream of having. One girl complained that the shade of pink on her nails wasn’t the exact shade she asked for. I smiled and glanced down at my chipped nails that I had bitten down to my fingertips. Suddenly, the room went quiet and the big doors at the top of the steps swung open. Revealing the prince himself. An all black suit, his long hair was almost perfectly groomed. He walked in alone and down the stairs with a small smile that looked forced, but only if you knew suffering and fake smiles like the back of your hand…like I did. Soon, the chatter started again as he mingled his way through the room. Jaq and Gus had made their way to the dancefloor, holding each other and laughing and demonstrating the kind of love everyone in some way is searching for. I turned to gaze out the window again, reveling in seeing the city from this angel, knowing that soon the clock will strike midnight and I will be watching them from my window once again. Tearing my gaze away from the city, I glanced over at the bar. I could use a drink.

“Can I please get a vodka soda?” the bartender turned to look at me like I had sprouted an extra head. I furrowed my brows confused about what I could have said that was wrong.

“Ma’am we are only serving champagne…no special drinks”

“I believe the lady asked for a vodka soda…” I heard a deep, yet soft voice from behind me and the bartender's eyes grew wide as he answered. “Yes sir, right away.” and turned to make my drink. I turned around to thank whoever just saved my ass but my heart stopped as I laid eyes on the face connected to the voice. Bruce Wayne, offering me a small smile. This is your only night here, don’t embarrass yourself. I reminded myself as I greeted him. “Well, if it isn’t the man of the hour, coming to save the damsel in distress.” I said and did a small curtsy. Cringing at my action, my face burned with embarrassment.

“Bruce Wayne.” he offered as he grabbed my hand, bringing it to his lips. His piercing blue eyes not leaving mine as he kissed my knuckles. If my face gets any hotter, i’ll combust. “I apologize, I’m usually not this forward. Ever. But I saw you alone and I couldn’t allow it.” my drink was placed on the bar next to me and I wrapped my hand around the glass.

“That’s quite alright. I feel honored. Catching the attention of the most important man in the room.” I glanced to my side, the people staring at us not going unnoticed. I continued, “Do you want something to dri-”

“Do you want to dance?” he cut me off

“Oh..uh yeah, I’d like that.”

He offered me his arm, which I gladly accepted as he led me to the dance floor, where we spent most of the night. I remember the conversations, the laughs, the feel of his body pressed against mine as he led me around the floor.

“You know, I never got your name” he said after a long moment of silence during a slower song. I opened my eyes and picked my head up off of his shoulder, laughing slightly that it never occurred to me to tell him my name. Or maybe it was just shame that kept me from telling him.

“I’m-”

“Hey.” a hand on my shoulder interrupted me. I felt Bruce’s arms tighten around my waist and his body grew rigid. I turned to see Jaq and Gus looking at me through their masks. “It’s past midnight. We have to go. NOW. I'm going to get the car. Wrap it up” he said as he turned to run out of the doors. panic set into my bones. I turned back to Bruce, my prince for the night.

“I’m so sorry. I have to go.”

“W-wait! Why?? Is everything okay?”

“I just have to be home. I have had such a beautiful night. Thank you so much, you have no idea how much I needed this.” I said as I started to run away. I turned, quickening my pace just as I saw him start to follow. Sprinting down the stairwell, not wanting to wait on the elevator as it was probably already taking Jaq and Gus down. I was nearing the bottom of the stairs, my tunnel vision blurring out the sounds of the footsteps behind me, that had followed me down the stairs. As soon as the doors swung open, I was nearly blinded by flashing camera lights and yelling. I got to the bottom of the stairs outside and jumped into Jaq’s car that quite obviously didn’t belong there. As we drove away, I turned to look back at the building. Seeing Bruce standing where our car had just been, watching us drive away. I reached down to clutch the locket around my neck, but it wasn’t there.

It had been days since the gala, I dreamt of his eyes every night. I was making a beer run for my father when I saw it. A black and white picture on the front of the newspaper. Me, gown and mask running down the steps of the tower, Bruce standing at the top of the stairs. The headline: Runaway Princess, the Search for Cinderella…

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Hey y’all ! So I have written two chapters for my Bruce Wayne story, “to love” however. I will be releasing one chapter weekly and I would like to fill my extra time writing little short stories! That being said my requests ARE OPEN!! Please submit anything ! My guidelines are not too strict as I want you to feel comfortable requesting what your imaginations desire!! The things I will ABSOLUTELY NOT write for are: r*pe, p*doph!lia, !nc*st and other not so tasteful things like that! If I feel as though the request is too outrageous I won’t write for it. Please feel free to send in your Bruce Wayne/Battinson requests! He is the only character I am writing for as of right now.

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The Boy is Mine

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x fem!Reader

Description: Y/N is attending a gala with her boyfriend, Bruce Wayne, when some girl tries to get touchy feely with Bruce. Y/N just wont stand for it.

Warning: Maybe some bad grammar, slight language, extreme jealousy and self loathing

A/N: Just a little scenario that popped into my head while I was at work this evening. Had to put it into words. Hope you enjoy. Also, "To love and to be loved. Chapter three" will be up on Monday so be on the lookout for it. Anyways, enjoy the story!

Revulsion: a sense of disgust or loathing. Also known as what I felt to see her smiling that coquettish smile at him. Trying, and failing, to place her poorly manicured hands on his bicep. Bruce is kind, he removes her hand gracefully. Anger burned my body as I tried to politely listen to the story being told to me by the girl next to me, Rachel or something… “So that’s basically when I felt like it was all over, ya know?” I nodded and hummed as a response. My eyes still trained on the girl trying to catch a moment of Bruce’s attention. I blinked and looked back at Rachel, “I’m sorry, will you excuse me? I just have to deal with something?” I didn’t wait for a response as I walked over to Bruce. His smile got wider as we locked eyes. I reached my destination, carefully linking my arm with his. “Hey everyone, sorry I’m late to the party.” my eyes scanned over the group, offering them a smile. Finally, my eyes landed on her, her previous doe eyed smile had turned into something twisted, jealous. I offered my pearliest, fakest smile. Her returned smile was not so inviting, if I wasn’t putting on a show, I might have laughed in her face. “I’m Georgeanna…model.” She stated her profession as if it would intimidate me, extending her hand for a handshake. I glanced down at it, my smile faltering only a little. “Y/N…Germaphobe” I felt Bruce suppress a chuckle next to me, I continued “Are you new here, Brianna?” she rolled her eyes. “It’s Georgeanna”

“Gesundheit. So, what brings you to Gotham, Santana”, her face burned bright red as she stepped towards me, pointing her finger in my face. “Okay listen here you little bi-”

“Okay, you're gonna wanna get your LEE press ons, out of my face. And KEEP them off of my boyfriend’s 8,000 dollar suit” she scoffed, not backing off. “Your boyfriend, huh? That’s cute. The richest man in the room, with the street trash?”

By now, almost the whole attendance of the gala was watching the catfight. Unfortunately, I am stubborn and unrelenting. Taking a few intimidation tactics from the “Vengeance Playbook” I took slow steps towards the brassy bottle blonde as I spoke “Listen to me, Solana, and listen closely since you seem to be confused, he belongs to me, the boy is mine.” Before I knew it, her drug store nails were scraping down my face, one of them popping off of her finger and landing on the ground. Astonished, I reached up to my face feeling a tiny bit of warm liquid come away on my fingers. Rationality and mercy left my body as I balled my fists and leapt towards the woman, only to feel familiar arms wrapping around my waist right before my hand connected with her face.

“Okay, that’s enough. Come on. Let’s go home.” Bidding his audience goodbye, Bruce offered me his arm and escorted me out of the gala. I held his arm all the way to the car. In complete silence, I relished in his touch. The gentleness that he only shared with me. Opening my door, he waited and made sure I was completely inside before shutting it and making his way to the drivers side. Sliding into his place, he rested his hand on my knee. I looked around the car, the sheer expensiveness of it, my eyes moving from the fine details of the car to Bruce’s suit. The kind of fabric I could only dream of as a child. Finally, I took in my own attire. A floor length, midnight black gown that Bruce had bought me for tonight. Bruce had bought me. Tears welled in my eyes as her words replayed in my head. “The street trash” her condescending laugh on a loop in my ears. Turning my head to look out the window, hoping Bruce wouldn’t notice the sudden shift in my mood. But he did. He notices everything.

“Hey. hey. What's wrong? Look at me” he reached over, placing a finger under my chin, turning my head to face him.

“She was right. I am street trash, Bruce. I mean, I work my ass off every single day, just to make ends meet and sometimes, it’s not enough. Did you even see the place you picked me up from today?” A sob escaped my lips, forcing me to take a pause in my unburdening. “This isn’t a fairytale, Bruce. This is real life. I am not Cinderella.” he sat back in his seat, brows knit together. “No. you’re not Cinderella. You are Y/N.” I scoffed, about to cut him off and say something along the lines of “oh, well isn’t that special?” but he continued. “You are a breath of fresh air. You are beautiful. You are kind. You are stubborn. You are funny. You are so smart. You are mine. You are everything I didn’t know I needed.” By the time he finished, I was sure my mascara had painted my cheeks. I furiously wiped my eyes and leaned over the middle of the car, bringing Bruce Wayne into a desperate, passionate kiss. Pulling away, I closed my eyes, wishing to live in this moment forever when the sound of his voice pulled me out of my dreamstate. “Move in with me.”

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To Love and to Be Loved (Chapter Two)

A/N: I'm so nervous to put the second chapter out. I've been reading other fics and I feel like mine doesn't match up. I hope you guys like it as much as the first one. I feel like it's moving super slow!! Anyways, what song do you think y/n should perform for Brucie???

Warnings: mild language, bad grammar/writing

Chapter One

“You thought you could run? You thought I wouldn’t find you?!” His screams sounded almost like an echo as they rang through my ears. It felt like I was running in place as I tried to navigate through the streets of Gotham. I tried to scream but no sound escaped my lips. “Oh come on baby..i just missed you..please come back to me…we can work this out…” I tried to steady my breathing as I ducked behind a dumpster, the putrid smell of garbage and god knows what else filling my lungs with each labored breath. “Come ON STUPID BITCH! SHOW YOURSELF!” I placed my hand over my chest and pulled the air through my nose and pushed it out through my lips, listening for his footsteps but hearing silence, and then “gotcha”

My eyes shot open, sitting up, pushing and kicking at the fabric holding me down. Scanning my surroundings, I found myself safe in my bedroom, covered in a layer of fresh sweat. I sighed and fell back down onto my pillows. Accepting that I probably wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep, I reached over to the side of my bed and grabbed my cell phone. I scrolled mindlessly for a few minutes before getting out of bed, the ache in my head a reminder of last night. I met him. All of those daydreams and I finally met him. I closed my eyes and tried to remember how it felt to be in his arms, the safest place in the city.

“y/n! Wake your ass up! It’s almost noon and we have soundcheck in an hour!” The fists on the door were enough to make me jump out of my skin.

“Yeah I’m up! Dickhead.”

“ Heard that!”

“You were supposed to!” I rolled my eyes, smiling to myself as I gathered clothes for the day. A cropped Nirvana T-shirt with ripped black skinny jeans, deciding to slip some fishnets under the ripped jeans and grabbed my knock off Doc Martens. One day I’ll be able to afford real ones, I mused to myself as I gathered it all in my arms and padded down the hallway into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and reached under the sink to grab some towels and a washcloth. As I pulled the cabinet open, the hinges broke and the cabinet door came off in my hand. Lovely. I set it down on the floor, got undressed and stepped into the shower. Cold. The water is always cold.

“I submitted an application to audition for the event that Bruce Wayne is hosting.” Alex said, mouth full of bacon as I poured a cup of milk. “They said we should hear back within a week with details about the audition. Have you gotten any more of the song finished?” the question caused me to sigh and set my glass down. “No, I had writers block for hours last night. I called it quits. I’ll work on it more tonight after the show.” he nodded as Georgia and Trevor came out of their room. “Alright! Let’s go! Onward!” Alex shouted as he pointed towards the door. I stopped in the doorway, turning around to look at the apartment. The half-ass walls, covered in posters and song lyrics. One day, I’ll be out of this shitty apartment.

“I’ll get another one. On the rocks, please” I sat down on the stool at the bar, placing my chin in my hand. Another show, another bar, minimal money. Johnny, the bartender handed me my drink as a man dressed in a baggy jacket and baseball cap sat down beside me. Johnny took his drink order before turning back to me. “Great job tonight, Y/N. As always.” i chuckled dryly. If only he knew how painful this mundane routine was to me. “Yeah. I don’t know Johnny. Maybe it’s time to hang it up. Find a boring 9-5. I’m not getting any younger.” he laughed and handed the man next to me his drink. “You are way too talented to work behind a desk, Y/N. Great things are coming for you. I feel it. I have to handle the other side of the bar. Keep that pretty head up, kid!” he waved as he walked away. I twirled the drink around in my hand, staring at the glass mindlessly when a voice from beside me caught my attention. “If it’s any consolation, I agree with him.” I looked over at the man, he had his head down but from what I could tell by his complexion he was young, close to my age. He had a strong jaw and slight stubble. I couldn’t see much but from what I could see, he seemed…familiar. He hadn’t even touched his drink. “A lot of people do, but when I look at my future, all I see is the same shitty dive bars, and the same shitty apartment.” He tilted his head towards me slightly but I still couldn’t see his eyes. “I don’t think you’re giving yourself enough credit.” Normally, I’m quick with responses. But I narrowed my eyes, leaning towards the stranger, trying to decipher where I had seen this man before and why his presence was so familiar.

“What happened?” I sat back, confused at his sudden question. “You have a scar. What happened?” The question was intrusive, borderline offensive. “Oh, uh, this old thing?” I lifted my finger to my face touching the raised skin that started just above my eyebrow and tore straight down over my eye and ended at the middle of my cheek. “It’s nothing. Just a constant reminder.”

“Of what?”

“Of why I am here…plus…it makes me look kinda badass.” I chuckled, bawling my fists up and holding them in front of my face.

“y/n! Let’s go! I wanna get home before the crazies wake up!” Alex interrupted the conversation, grabbing my arm.

“Well, I guess that’s my que.” I smiled and waved at the man, even though he hasn’t looked up to me from his drink since we started talking. I walked behind Alex, my brows furrowed together as I racked my brain, searching for a moment or a memory that I could connect with the man from the bar. Only turning around when we reached the door, he was gone. His glass, still full. Not a single sip taken.

I was woken up the next morning by a pillow to the head. I wrenched open my eyes to find Alex with a crazed look in his eyes, smiling wildly, pillow in hand. “y/nohmygoshourapplicationwasreviewedandsomemanwithanaccentsaidwegettoauditio-”

“Stop stop!” I yelled, my brain still fuzzy from being viciously yanked out of my dreamstate and looked at the clock. 4:02AM. holy shit, its early

“Just breathe, slow down, and start again”

“Okay,” he breathed “ our application was reviewed and some man with a fancy accent who said his name was allen or fred or something called last night and said they want us to audition! I’ve been waiting all night to tell you but I couldn’t hold it in any longer” I don’t get excited. It’s not in my nature. I hate getting my hopes up just to be disappointed. But I couldn’t help the smile spreading on my face and the scream emitting from my lips as i grabbed alex’s forearms and jumped with joy around my room. Alex reached over to the stereo and turned it on and soon, the apartment was filled with music and dancing and celebrating. I smiled and swayed my body around the room, dancing around alex, georgia and trevor. Stopping to look out the window, my smile couldn’t get any wider as I could just barely see the Wayne tower off in the distance. For the first time in months, I looked over Gotham with fresh eyes. Eyes full of hope. Eyes that settled on something a lot closer. A figure, standing on a building. Him. I could see the cape, blowing in the wind. I would almost think he was looking at me. But that would be foolish thinking. Surely, he’d forgotten about me. Just another girl to add to the list of people he’s saved.

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1:13AM.

I’d spent the rest of that day mostly writing the song. Now that it was real, now that we were actually getting to audition. Every now and then I would look up from the scribbled lyrics, into the shitty apartment and smile. This could really be it. After hours and hours of crumpled papers into the trash can, I finally perfected it. The song we would play for Bruce Wayne.

I made sure when we got this apartment, that the room I was in would have a perfect view of the signal. The giant bat in the air. I could see it shining from my window. I was staring at it for hours. Fuck it. I stood up out of bed and slipped on some leggings and my converse. I need to see him again. Tiptoeing through the apartment is almost pointless, the floors creak and moan with every step and it seems almost worse at night. I finally got out without alerting any of my roommates and began my descent down the many stairs of the apartment building. My plan was to figure out where the signal was shining from and work my way out into the city from there.

TWO HOURS, I spent searching for the signal, and right when I was ready to give up, I saw it. Shining from the top of an old building. I walked around the structure, trying to see if he was close by. Nothing. Nothing but a stupid unmarked police car presenting itself in the form of a ford focus in an alley next to the building. I huffed and tried to decide what direction I would go from there. This was stupid. Why did I of all people think I could track down The Batman?? My thoughts were interrupted by the vibrations of a car engine. I ducked behind a dumpster and pressed my hand over my heart.

Peering around the dumpster, my hand touched something slimy and my soul all but left my body as I kept myself from immediately screaming. I watched as the sleek car came to a stop right behind the unmarked police car and turned off. My breath hitched as he emerged from the drivers side door. I was certain my heart was bruising my ribcage as it pounded against it relentlessly. I pulled my body back behind the dumpster and placed my back against it as I smiled. I want to be closer. I decided the best gameplan would be to walk out inconspicuously from behind the dumpster in the alleyway and follow him at a far distance. I inhaled quickly and pressed my palms to the side of my head to calm myself down and stepped out from behind the dumpster with purpose. Only, I was halted to a stop by a brick wall. No. A chest. His chest.

“What are you doing here?” He looked down on me with none of the gentleness he had held in his eyes during our first encounter. It was the first time I had ever truly known the intimidation of Vengeance. Despite my fear, I looked around the alleyway like I was lost. “That is a good question actually! What am I doing here? Must’ve been sleep walking, haha…well, I’ll just be goi-” I tried to step around him, but he grabbed my wrist. “It’s dangerous out here. What are you doing here?” He doesn’t strike me as the kind of person who enjoys repeating himself so I decided my best bet was to answer his question. “I…I was looking for you…I wanted to see you..”

The hold on my wrist faltered as soon as the words left my mouth. “It’s just that, since you saved me. I’ve been thinking about how I completely overstepped with that kiss..” Lie. I loved the fact that I kissed him…I’d do it again. “...and I feel like maybe I was going through a lot of emotions and I maybe shouldn’t have do-” My sentence was cut short when the hand that was on my wrist suddenly came up to cup the side of my face. It was gentle and he looked me straight in the eyes, His eyes, while mesmerizing, looked as if he was having some unspoken, internal war with himself. As if he couldn’t even believe his own actions. His thumb, rough with the texture of the glove, traced over the bottom part of my scar, and I could swear I saw him lean towards me. But just as quickly as his hand was on my face, it was taken away. I let go of the breath that I didn’t realize I was holding.

“Come on..” he grabbed my wrist again and pulled me behind him. His eyes were scanning the roads, as if he was searching for a threat.

“Wh-Where are we- go-oing??” my words stumbled as my feet struggled to keep up with his long strides. He walked up to passenger side of the sleek car I watched him pull up in.

“I’m taking you back home.” he said as he swung open the door. I slipped into the car, trying to conceal the grin that was creeping onto my face.

The drive back to my apartment was reckless, invigorating. To say that I wasn’t slightly aroused by him at this moment would be a complete and utter lie. The excitement in my chest burnt into disappointment as he pulled up to my apartment building, his oceanic, blue eyes scanning the area again.

“So, I guess..this is goodbye..” I said sadly as I reached for the door handle, I glanced back at him to see if he was as disappointed as I was. But he had both hands on the wheel and his eyes were pointed straight ahead. Stupid. This isn’t a fairytale, y/n. Get out of his car. I sighed as I opened the door swinging one leg out and getting ready to stand when I felt a pressure on my wrist again.

“Wait..” I spun around in the seat to listen to what he would say when his other hand found purchase on the side of my neck and jaw, he got intoxicatingly close to me and stopped himself, like he was fighting the same unspoken war, i reached up and placed my hand onto his wrist. Slowly, he closed the small gap in between our lips. Letting out a sharp exhale through his nose, he kissed me like he won the war. His gloved hand sliding further back, into the nape of my neck, our kiss was full of desperation…and then it was over..

He pulled away quickly and reached into the back of the car…

Oh my god, he’s going to zap my memory away, men in black style.

But instead, he pulled out something small and shoved it into my hands.

“Keep this...use it, if you ever need me.” I glanced down at it. It was sleek, black and resembled a smart watch. I immediately secured it to my wrist and held it up. “Does wanting another kiss like that count as needing you?” The corner of his mouth quirked up a little in what was almost a smile…almost…

“Goodnight, y/n”

I smiled and stepped out of the car, I walked through the gate and only turned around when I reached the door. He was still there. Waiting for me to enter the safety of my building. I gave a small wave as I stepped in. As I closed the door, I put my back to it and smiled. I listened to the roar of his car as he drove away. Oh my god. I kissed Batman.

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