#[ ☁︎.battinson! batman ]

[elletheactualmenace]

About Me!/Masterlist

Call me Elle!! I loveeeee Doctor who, DC, and the MCU. I’ve got new obsessions every week so I might just post random fics about my current obsession lol. Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!

My requests: Open

And finally! All my works, enjoy!

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angst - ☁︎︎

fluff - ♪

smut - ♥

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Peter Parker

TASM ~

It’s Not Nothing ☁︎︎ ♪

A regular day turns into patching Peter up.

Misty Day Date ♪

A cute, misty, rainy day date with Peter.

I Love Her ☁︎︎

A sad ending to an overextended love story.

Roller Coasters ☁︎︎ ♪

A fun, uneventful day at Coney Island with Peter. But when Peters involved, things are not always uneventful.

Blurb's ~

Dating tasm!PeterParker ♪

Meeting the Parents ♪

MCU ~

You Would Do That For Me? ☁︎︎ ♪

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 (Coming soon)

You hit two birds with one stone. Helping both you and Peter out in the process. Seems like a good plan, right?

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Matt Murdock

Curls ♪

Matt really likes you’re curly hair

I’ve Got You ☁︎︎

Just some comfort for the saddies

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Bruce Wayne/The Batman

BATTINSON ~

Was It Worth It? ☁︎︎

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 (Coming Soon),

Bruce did something and he is afraid you won’t ever look at him the same.

Showers and Soft Touches ♪

Someone joins you in the shower, and just some cute Bruce moments.

First Time ♥

Your first time with Bruce

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Doctor Who

10TH DOCTOR ~

Amazing ♥

Just some good old smut

Party in France ♪

You and the Doctor go to a Party in France

[qsphyxias]

[breaking news] gotham stroll turns into gay angst

if you fetishize mlm relationships, get the fuck out of here!

synopsis ; (physical) hurt/comfort, as reader gets attacked by riddler and batman has to save his concussed ass

warnings ; cussing, blood, concussions, violence, male (he/him) reader

note ; i wrote this so long ago i just wanted to finish the draft and pump it out as the last batman fic im gonna do probably? who knows? maybe another batman movie will come out and the brainrot will settle right back in

words ; 1.6k+

⊱ ────── {⋅.𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝.⋅} ────── ⊰

The walk to the crime scene was quiet, surprisingly. One quiet night in Gotham City, the shittiest shithole of hell. But however stupid it was, you felt the want to actually enjoy the moment, instead of feeling en guard that nothing was going on.

Regretfully, that might've been an awful decision on your part.

Batman had suggested you go with him, but you were held back at the Manor due to wanting to finish analyzing new tech and weaponry. "Don't worry! I've been meaning to get a walk in the city of good ol' Gotham." You said half-sarcastically, eyes glued to the screen in front of you as Bruce glared searing holes into the back of your head.

"S/o..." He began, but before he could finish, you raised a hand behind you, "I know, I know, I'll be careful. Stop vexing me and go, Gordon needs you." With a grimace, he left as told.

Now here you were, head resting against the side of a stinking, rusty dumpster. The riddler, who had caught you off guard with an ice scraper, hovering over you. At least, you assumed it was the riddler, based on the greenish blob that you could barely make out, and the... weapon in his hand?

With a slight spike in heart rate, the fear-fuelled adrenaline took over as you decided not to take the chance of guessing whether it was a weapon or not. You shook your head, bringing yourself up but gasping as you realized you only made the riddler's job easier, as he was now eye-level with you and perfect height to strangle the life out of you.

'Shit, shit shit!' Your inconvenient position against the brick wall had been inconvenient at first but, as you know, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. The brick wall worked as a ramp as you jumped up against it and used your feet to launch yourself at the riddler, hands outstretched to grab the cloth in his hand to take it and incapacitate him with it.

However, riddler landed awkwardly, and that caused your hand to slip and crash against the wet concrete. Was it raining? That didn't matter, your wrist was fucking broken.

The adrenaline crash, the cold, and the concussion seemed to intensify and team up against you to give you the worst physical beating in the world. "Fuck, b- batman! Help! Someone… help!" It was the lowest of the low—at least in your opinion—begging for help like this. You could practically feel the vibrations of the riddler's chilling laugh run up your spine.

As if a miracle could help you.

But just as all was lost, just as you saw riddler through sticky eyelashes with his cloth in his hand ready to break your neck, it stopped raining, and… seemed to get dark. You hadn't known the time, but it's highly unusual for the sky to just crash to darkness all of a sudden, so… What was it?

You look up.

And there he was, pale blue eyes surrounded in black paint glaring back down at you. It was like a scene out of a movie; his cape blowing in the wind, his body twisting in slow-motion to give the riddler a nasty right hook before turning back to you with hidden worry in his eyes. Maybe it was the concussion talking, but you could've sworn he hesitated before the attack when he saw you.

Unfortunately, it wasn't the concussion talking, as he really had hesitated, leading the riddler to escape and splash away in the rain. The riddler may be dumb enough to anger Batman, the dark knight, but he knew he was efficiently ineffective for a winning chance against Bruce.

Plus, he had plans before getting pummelled by him.

Left disorientated, bruce was unsure as he leaned down to check on you, trying to tap into Alfred's radio. "Fuck,"

He didn't know what to do.

For the first time, in his extremely repetitive life, he didn't know what to do. Had you asked him a long time ago before he met you,—and not just met, actually knew and seen you—he would've chosen to go after riddler without a second thought. Leaving you there with a police called to your area.

Now… now he's not so sure. Sensing his silence and hesitation, you called out his name out of panic. "Batman? What are you doing, you- go chase after him!" You blinked the burning rain out of your eyes, wincing as you tried to get up, breath hitching as batman presses his hand against your chest and pushes you back down gently. Your voice had traces of anger, at him and at yourself.

God knows what you've done, if Bruce can't save Gotham because of you, you would never forgive yourself. Worst of all, you knew he would never forgive himself either.

"Fuck." You breathed out exasperatedly, a small laugh leaving you. "I'm sorry, Bruce. Fuck, I- I'm so sorry." You hiccuped, throat burning. Out of all the years of knowing him, you had never seen him hesitate this bad. Behind his massive shoulders, you could still see riddler's boots stomping away, before he disappeared fully into the fog. Yet he didn't move a muscle to see where he was going, nor did he ask.

You were so stupid, just listen to him next time goddamn it. You loved him, you loved his attention, but you didn't want to be a burden on him like this!

"I'm s-" He cut you off, courtly. "It's fine. He'll come back." Despite how strange it was, Bruce made his attempts at calming you down without even realizing it himself. "We need to go, you... have a concussion." You gulped down the apologies, nodded, grimacing internally at yourself at how submissive you were under his direct order.

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The drive back to the Manor was even quieter than the walk to the investigation. You frowned as the thought of that dreaded walk popped up in your mind. Deciding to break the tense atmosphere and think about something else, you perked up as you finally thought of an un-clichéd beneficial conversation topic. "So- How was the investiga-" As always, he interrupted.

"Is your wrist broken? I noticed you needed some help getting into the car." The eyes that had been earlier glued to the tops of his cowl, dropped to your hand that had been forming an ugly shade of purple and blue.

"It hurts less if I don't talk about it, haha." You joked, looking over at Bruce, just to met with a stoic face. "No, no, hold the applause." You rolled your eyes, your hand gestures following your sarcasm-laced words.

“You know..." you started again, already seeing Bruce's arms visibly tense up at your tone of voice. "I thought you were the type to look at the big picture instead of the…” you laughed as you gestured to yourself, a little lost as to where your short speech was going. “little details?”

Despite your efforts to tease him, Bruce remains visibly upset. “I wouldn't go so far as call you a 'little detail.'” he gruffly responded, almost saddened by how unnerved you were from nearly becoming one of riddler's next 'riddle'. His jaw clenched at the thought, and you smiled at the edgy sentiment.

“Don’t worry, the riddler will get what he deserves eventually.” You reached up to rest your unbroken hand on his armoured shoulder.

“I know he will.” You looked at him with a reassuring smile, as reassuring as you could with your bruised face. "I believe in you, Bruce. Always have, always will."

He paused, greased eyes shifting over to you for a split second in search of sincerity within your expression. Once he found it, his heart beat a little faster, and his hands around the wheel tightened.

"You have a concussion." He grunted, looking the way opposite to your direction, pretending to look at the side view mirror. You grinned at his reaction, before retiring back into your seat. "That, I do." You sighed blissfully as you let your head fall back against the head rest, relaxing as if your wrist wasn't broken and that you couldn't feel blood trailing down the back of your head.

"Are you alright? Back there, you were apologizing." He stated, glancing over at you for a split second to make sure you weren't sleeping.

You were.

In a panic, he reached over to shake your shoulder, half-driving and half-panic-shaking you. "S/o!" His voice boomed, the car swerved you awake. "Wha- huh?" you snorted, blinking awake, as if you didn't nearly make Bruce crash the goddamn car into a building.

"Stay awake, talk to me." He huffed, ordering you with a tone he knew you usually listen to. "Oh, yeah, you asked me a question; what was it?" You asked, somewhat groggy.

"You were apologizing earlier, I want to know why." He repeated, a little tense from your scare. He could see your mouth open and close like a gaping fish, and before you could start, he spoke again, "And don't say it's because riddler got away, and you think it's your fault; it isn't. And I know it's not just that."

Again, you weren't sure if it was the concussion talking, but you feel like he doesn't normally talk this fast. Was he nervous? That doesn't seem likely. "Why did you… sound like that?" he sounded unsure; at himself, his own words, and you.

"I would tell you, but you'd just tell me that I have a concussion." You rolled your eyes.

"S/o, stop shitting around." It was clear, he was desperate for a response. It showed in his eager tone of voice. You were quiet for a moment, trying to get your empty thoughts together and organized.

"I don't know, really. I love you, I guess." You shrugged, slouching in your seat as if you hadn't just confessed to the billionaire of Gotham City.

The car screeched to a stop, launching both of you forward. Bruce slowly turned his head over to look at you, shock decorating his sharp yet soft features. "What did you just say?"

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[qsphyxias]

sticker

if you fetishize mlm relationships, get the fuck out of here!

synopsis ; light fluff, light angst with bruce wayne

warnings ; male!reader, beating up, blood, bruising, some humour, i need to work on my writing a bit—i don't put enough detail rip

note ; i feel like it was a bit out of character seeing as how i didn't expand on how bruce would feel like it's too dangerous for s/o and bruce to be together, but then again it's fan fiction ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

words ; 1.5k+

⊱ ────── {⋅.on the street - good morning.⋅} ────── ⊰

You chuckled underneath your perspiring breath, your elbows using the railing as leverage as you gave yourself some well-needed rest after the fight.

It was maybe around midnight, you were exhausted and bruce was stiff, standing next to you. As usual, he had that strange look on his face that almost resembled one of someone who had left the stove on and just realized—yet he was just standing there.

"Gotham city, saved again." You spoke with withering sarcasm, eyes darting over to Bruce's bruised knuckles with a small wince. "Y- you need help with that?" you got off the railing and offered a hand, reaching into one of the many pockets in your utility vest for some gauze and disinfectant.

He waved you off, stepping away from you with his heavy shoes against the green tinted and wet floor. "We can do this back at the cave, we should get out of here."

You felt guilty; not for being swatted away by the man whom you've pined over for months, but for feeling mad at him for it. "Y- yeah, you're right." You dropped your arm and put away the supplies, stuffing your sore hands into your pockets.

Curiously, yet cautiously, you glanced at him, trying to read his expression underneath his cowl—he either didn't notice you, or was aware but indifferent to your gaze. However, it did get uncomfortable.

"You go on ahead, I need to..." He paused. "I need to be alone... for a bit."

You frowned, realizing something he may have realized years ago; he's been alone by choice for a while, hasn't he? Despite the slight feeling in your heart that you may never be as close to him as you wish to be, you respected his wishes nonetheless, and left the station to head back.

On your way back, your frown seemed to worse as you wondered if Bruce's responses had been getting more robotic in nature. 'Maybe I've disappointed him somehow?' That idea alone had caused you to stumble and nearly fall to your death from a cliff above Gotham's skyline. With a pause and a shake of your head, you snapped out of it and focused your mind on getting back to the manor; hoping Bruce had already gotten back to the manor safely. He did look upset.

A couple lengthy swings and a small jog into a maze-like tunnel later, you finally made it to the bat cave. Although slightly out of breath from the way there, you seemed to light right back up the moment you saw Bruce standing there with his cowl off, messy matted hair standing up in every direction possible. It made him look beautiful.

Perhaps you were the odd duck for thinking his afterglow of beating a group of men up was beautiful, but— oh, never mind he's taking his armour off, and suddenly you feel very justified.

You had to bite back a giddy smile as the man before you turned around, revealing his painted face, which always seemed to have an expression of disgruntlement. As if 24/7, he was just constantly constipated. Even so, you've grown to like his face; despite seeing it covered by a cowl half the time.

"What took you so long?" Was the first thing he said to your face that seemed to drop a little. "Ah... You know, traffic, birds in the sky and whatnot." You gave a lopsided smile, hand raising up to scratch the bridge of your nose; something you always did when you lied. A habit you didn't know Bruce had taken note of during the period of time of knowing you.

Rationality seemed to knock on the gates of your brain too late, as you let yourself lie for no big reason, you just didn't want Bruce to know he was the reason you took longer than usual.

His eyebrow twitched but nothing was heard except for a small noise of doubtful acknowledgement and the turn of his head back to the screen in front of him. "Come here," he beckoned you over, moving to the side as you approached the table with gadgets and notes scattered everywhere. Eyes narrowing on the red tinted focalized image of a tattoo on one of the men you both had fought.

"Does this logo look familiar to you?" he pointed at the dark ink of the goon's arm. You hummed, uncertainly, trying to think of where you recognized that logo from. "Yeah, but I can't pinpoint where I know it from... You think it's something to be worried about?" You faced the bat in thought, to which he met your stare with his dimmed ones. "No... at least not yet."

He paused, seemingly lost in thought before he broke out of it the moment he saw your footsore, yet smiling face. "He looks tired." A thought followed by a twinge of guilt shot through him like a dart as he realized he may be keeping you from your bed.

With a quick stretch and a sigh, he broke the short silence with his voice as soft as sidewalk chalk. "You should get some rest... S/o."

You nodded, turning to leave before unknowingly letting your eyes fall to his hands; a bruised one being cradled by the other. "Oh right," your eyes lit up in realization as you fished through your pocket for the small med kit, walking into Bruce's personal bubble to reach for his bloody hand with one hand and med kit in the other.

Bruce suppressed the pain of his hand moving into yours with a sharp inhale, "I can do it mysel-" You interrupted him, "I know you can do it yourself, Bruce. You've done so much by yourself, just let me bandage up your hand? Please?" You pleaded, awaiting his answer despite already having your mind fixed on his hand anyway.

With his lips pursed, and a small nod, he let you sit him down and fix his hand up for him. "It's not much to fret over, S/o. Plus... You should've seen the other guy." You failed to stifle a laugh, "I did. His face was more broken than my humour." You stole a glance of his face to see if he had given you even the mercy of a smile to your joke, flushing when you were met with a little lop-sided grin.

"Hey, about earlier when we were in that alleyway, um, what was that about?" You had a rough idea of what he may be brooding about, but you wanted to hear it from him. His eyes flickered up at you, before settling back onto the gauze used to wrap his hand.

He bit his lip, unsure if it was really worth expanding on. "It was just about what you said... 'Gotham saved again'; I wonder if things will change for the better, or if… I even want it to change." Not knowing why, Bruce seemed hesitant to look at you.

You had to muffle your surprise at Bruce sharing his feelings with you, subsequently giving him a little pat on his hand for assurance. With the raise of your eyebrows and the tilt of your head, you settled for encouragement; but even so, at that moment you really did mean it. "Gotham will change. I'm sure of it; because it has you to protect it."

In a timely manner, Bruce's hand was all cleaned and wrapped up, tied with a little bow and a small buzz light year sticker, a little speech bubble above his head saying, 'You're my entire galaxy!'

"What's this for?" He looked up at you, unable to take even the sweetest of hints. "Well, I was going to settle for a kiss, but I felt like that would've been too much." You said in a half-joking tone, giving yourself an exit route in case he takes it the wrong way.

For a second there was an unreadable look on his face, eyes following your every move, studying your expression and body language before he rose from his seat. The colour seemed to drain out of yours as he wordlessly took his hand out of yours, lips sealed— you had no idea what he could possibly be thinking, but even before the ever-present that was a rare occurrence.

Taking his actions the wrong way, you backed out of his space, ready to leave and shoot yourself to mars, only to be pulled back forward by your chin. With his thumb grazing your cheekbone, and his gentle eyes grazing your features, you only seemed to get more terrified of him; this was frightfully out of character yet not a single bone in your body was protesting.

There was a second of hesitation, a second where he realized he wouldn't really know what would happen after he kissed you. The truth was, there was an entire future of uncertainty and danger ahead of you both… but even so— "Bruce-" He couldn't help himself.

"Mmph!" Wide-eyed at the sudden sensation on your lips, you struggled to find the composure within you as your hands awkwardly hovered around him, shakily settling on the nape of his neck.

He pulled away after a while; funny how he was more out of breath when it comes to a kiss from you rather than an actual fight with 28 grown men. "Well, now we have the best of both worlds."

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[qsphyxias]

slowly faster

[NSFW]

please do not read if you identify as a (cishet) woman and/or read yaoi/fetishize mlm relationships. i'm serious, i'm watching the notes like a goddamn hawk. this is MALE reader, idc if it doesn't bother you, it bothers ME.

synopsis ; started off, cockwarming, then slow, then just batshit (excuse the pun)

pairing(s); battinson x male! reader

warnings ; i left it at a cliffhanger at the end :) , cock warming, male(he/him) reader, anal, begging, i wanted to make it more corruption-ish but im not sure how i executed it, petnames "baby boy", cussing, hickeys, overstimulation but only kinda, i hope i didnt miss anything else, no after care (it doesnt even end properly at all actually)

note ; god... this man... im watching the movie tmr again omg

words ; 1.1k+

⊱ ───── {⋅ᵈᵉᶠᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ ⁻ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉ ⁽ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵒᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶠˡⁱᵉˢ⁾⋅} ───── ⊰

"s/o. come on." bruce strained, face contorted into an expression of frustration as he tried to relax his thighs. "this isn't helping either of us, just say the word, baby boy." his stiff face only got stiffer as he waited for you to cave in, glaring as you stayed unmoving on his lip, his cock deep inside you, looking happily unbothered.

"i don't get the point of this." he grunted, jolting his hips up ever so harshly to get a reaction out of you, feeling a little better when he saw that look on your face he never got sick of seeing.

as a part of your revenge, you clenched around him, to which he reacted by gripping your hip with rough hands as if it was his lifeline. "try that again, hm? you know i don't have to let you cockwarm me if i don't want to, i'd much rather pound you to the fucking concrete." he seethed, looking up at you with eyes that screamed danger; danger that you might've just asked for.

"come on, you know you want to." he urged, leaning up to suck at your neck, applying pressure and forming a couple purple spots as he waited for you to get all soft and cave in.

whimpering at the way his rough hands roamed your body, you rocked yourself gently against his groin, gasping as you underestimated how good that would feel; it was clear that the longer you both had waited, the bigger the impact would've been on either of you.

bruce's face quirked up into a small grin as he licked his molars, eyebrows raised, "i knew you would cave in eventually. hm? that's my boy." without another second, he took advantage of your weak resolve and flipped you over so he was on top and between your legs. you let out a small "oopmh." from the impact of the pillows.

you let out small, but heavy breaths as his lips swan-dived right into your neck, hands slipping down to grip your ass. "wait, wait, bruce." your eyebrows threaded, grasping at straws as you tried not to lose yourself within him. "let's slow it down; remember why i wanted to do this?" you reminded in a slightly pointed tone, glossed eyes staring into his frustrated ones.

he only stared blankly at you, a bit fucked out, "… I don't recall." he said courtly, looking at the ceiling as he pretended to think about it. Right before, diving back into it and grinding his hips against yours for some friction.

"hnn- bruce, h- hold on- ah!" you dug your fingers into his shoulder once again, lightly tapping them to make him stop. he huffed, looking back down at you, taken aback as he was met by an unfair look of desperation. "please…?" you threw your hands up like a prayer, mind trying so desperately hard not to drift back down to your dick and let him have his way.

"fine then," he gritted his teeth as he pulled out of you, changing positions, he was unsure how well this would go, seeing you so pitiful beneath him. "i'll go slow." if he hadn't had such a good poker face, maybe you would've seen that look in his eyes; the look that told you he had a secondary plan already put in action.

"ready?" the 'question' was rhetorical, that was clear enough as he pressed his palms against the inside of your thighs, opening you up, so he could have better access to your already slick from your previously battered core. it was hard for bruce not to dive into it, and have his lunch in bed.

you nodded, feeling as if you could take it. the confident look on your face instantly dispersed and morphed into one of a surprised gasp as you felt him enter you, immediately regretting feeling so sure of yourself.

he softly laughed at your teared up expression, you clearly couldn't take it despite doing so not a minute ago, but you didn't want to say anything to ruin the moment. he leaned down, elevating his torso with his elbows alongside your head, "you always underestimate how big it is." excuse him for being conceited, but there truly wasn't any falsity to his words.

you glared at him through rosy cheeks and eyes, hand slipping down to create some distance between you and his rolling hips. he didn't miss a single beat; and you wished he did, to give you some time to think about your decision to have him "go slow". but thoughts were fleeting as such as your gasps as he kept at it, cock pressing against every nerve possible within your walls.

you've had sex with him before, but this, this was nothing like before. you were sure he felt the same, as the way his jaw clenched and breaths surging from his chest, was sure to make anyone distracted. "b- bruce," you babbled, overstimulated from the climax building up slowly but surely in your stomach, as well as from his heated muscles he had pressed against you like a car sticker; unable to peel away from you for even a second. "it's s- so good- hah!"

"fuuck." he groaned, voice raspy and a bit peaky in tone. you could feel the glans of his length pressing harshly against your walls, and running across every nerve, and the feeling only began to intensify as bruce decided to up the speed, despite your filthy pleas.

bruce believed he may have underestimated exactly how hard this would be for him. "fuck, s/o," with an emphasis on the 'f', he panted like a dog, dragging out his thrusts as he got even faster.

you counted in your head, focusing on nothing but his hips grinding against yours, "bruce!" with every call of his name, you seemed to get louder, and he seemed to lose more and more, self-control. "i- i can't slow down, s/o, i'm sorry." he said unapologetically, hands moving up to grab your hips and drag your body closer to his, practically pounding his cock in and out of you like it was his next mission.

"hah! bruce, don't stop! please, please don't stop! i'm gonna cum!" you begged, tears falling from your eyes as you felt an entirely new feeling build up inside you, almost afraid to cum as you weren't sure you were prepared for its assumed intensity.

he began to chuckle, harsh yet slow arms stretching behind to your thrashing hands against his back to pull them down and press them down against the mattress so hard that it hurt—and not for a second, had he stopped ramming into you.

"you can beg better than that, can't you? you are my boyfriend."

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[qsphyxias]

if you fetishize mlm relationships, get the fuck out of here!

synopsis ; tired batman drabble

warnings ; suggestive, kissing, gn! reader (no pronouns mentioned, or anything depicting the reader's gender), short

note ; i have this little devil in the back of my mind telling me to write smut about batman, but im afraid ill attract the wrong audience ;-; and i also have literally no ideas for it

words ; 0.4k +

an abrupt slam and the sound of a lamp falling over had brought you out of your comforting slumber. the noise had caused you to shoot up from the fancy couch that seemed way out of place in the near empty room.

you stretched and checked the time; your reaction was well explanatory, as it wasn't unusual for you to hear some sort of outburst caused by your boyfriend, who is literally the batman. it'd be weird if it wasn't loud. a yawn escaped the binds of your jaw as you stood up and walked over to the cause of the sound, "bruce? are you alright?" you peaked your head behind the door that had been opened a small width.

words of your continued sentence were lost as bruce who had been in your peripheral vision, blurred into a shadow, and not a second later, you found yourself against a wall, with his head resting a top of your shoulder.

for a second, you had thought he might have mistaken you for an enemy and was on the offence, but by the way he was palming your waist, he was probably just a little tired and didn't have much energy to hold back, as ironic as that sounds.

"hey." you muttered. "how's the search for-" he interrupted with a croaky groan, "i don't wanna talk about that right now." his lips had been resting so closely to your neck, you could feel every syllable on top of your skin.

"i could be somewhere in an alley beating the absolute shit out of some low-level criminals right now but," he stepped forward and leaned closer to you, hands on your waist sliding around your body to bring you closer to his. "i'd much rather hear you talk about how much you missed me." he murmured, kissing the nook between your ear and your neck.

he sighed as you slid your arms up to tidy up his hair. "i missed you, bruce." your face contorted into a smile as you gave in to what he wanted, happy he told you what he felt. "how about we get some rest before alfred gives us the typical wise lecture about the hours of sleep we need a day." bruce nodded lightly, and let you drag him with your arm around his waist, with his around your ribs in return.

then, out of nowhere, he gently pressed you against the door frame of his room; so softly that you hadn't even noticed what he was doing. then, with his chapped lips that weren't as soft as his intent, he kissed you, lips moulding and opening against yours.

then, before you could start to reciprocate his kiss, he pulled away, leaving you feeling unfinished. "but before we go to bed, i'd like to make sure we're both extra tired." with a small grin perking up on his stubbly face, he leaned in once more, a bit more energy put into the kiss.

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