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yandere-wishes · 2 months ago

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༻°₊ ｡I'm Sorry I'm Not Everything You Wanted｡ ₊°༺

⭒⌒★𝓑𝓻𝓾𝓬𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓷𝓮 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 ★⌒⭒

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི 𝓢𝔂𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓱𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓚𝓷𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓑𝔂 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲 𝓧𝓒𝓧 ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

⊹♡ 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓾𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓸 𝓖𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 ♡⊹

જ⁀➴Warnings: yandere behavior, older man younger woman (reader is over 18), identity crises but make it hot.

𐙚 Synopsis: You begged him to give you the mantel, to christen you as one of his knights, but the burden lays heavily across your shoulders, becoming heavier with each solemn glance.

・┆✦ʚ I couldn't even be them if I tried ɞ✦ ┆・

ʚ☆ɞ It has occurred to Bruce, that the last several nights, there has been a shadow observing him. Slithering through the darkness, perched, watching his every move. He feels studied, noted, like a frog with its skin pinned back divulging its organs for all to see. But when he allows himself a glimpse behind him. He is only ever met with the neon black landscape of Gotham's skyline.

ʚ☆ɞ Menace stalking menace, he is sure of it now. There is an existence haunting him, lurking just out of sight. Someone is stalking him, dissecting him. Their every breath synchronizing with his. He can not catch such a fickle thing, he can not step on this new shadow. It's only when he's half high off fear toxin and two-thirds through an adrenaline rush that he realizes what to do.

ʚ☆ɞ Batman claws at Scarecrow's arm. Nails sinking into straw and flesh. Pulling the sickly thin body above his head and flinging it into the darkness. He listens for the noise of the body hitting something solid. A pained holler piercing the white noise. Echolocation, there is a reason he's chosen the bat as his homage.

ʚ☆ɞ You are a tiny thing, lying beneath the unconscious man. Girlish and juvenile in every way. For a second he considers leaving you there, letting the danger of your ploy sink in. And yet before he can decide whether to offer a hand or turn away, you've already maneuvered out of your binding, pushing yourself up with a puerile skip. Balancing on tiptoes to examine the irritation in his dull eyes…

ʚ☆ɞ You've been trying to slip into the Batcave for the past week now. Batman's scoldings always fall on deaf ears. He's had to save you from his own creations, his own security, after every patrol. He's grown wary of delivering the same lecture. Now he merely awaits the day he'll find you sitting behind his computer with that sickly glib smile smeared across your pretty face.

ʚ☆ɞ It's a forced welcome invitation. You have a way of always being where you are not wanted, prying through steel and concrete until you've made it into the forbidden garden. He hates how much you remind him of Tim. How much you make his sons' presence vibrate through the empty cave. But it's not empty now, is it? He hears you the moment your sole graces the cave's floor, he lets you prowl behind him, awaiting knife and threat. Instead he's almost shaken when you wrap your arms gingerly around his neck, nuzzling into his shoulder with a content hum.

"I finally did it."

ʚ☆ɞ For a second he remembers Don Quioxte, obsessed soul driven to madness. He can't help but laugh.

ʚ☆ɞ He knights you, Robin, not because he wishes to, but because you've left him no alternative. You trail behind him so openly. Spinning and twirling and punching. It didn't take long for Gotham to take note of your presence. "THE NEW CHILD-WONDER" the headlines read. Now there is no other excuse but to deem you sidekick, lest the News and GCPD begin to cavil.

ʚ☆ɞ You cling to his waist, and rest your head on his shoulder during patrols that have gone until sunrise. It's getting harder and harder to ignore the skittish patter of his heart when your weight falls upon him when your arms pull taut his muscles. When he's feeling bold enough to admit somber truths to himself, Bruce confesses that when your eyes flutter open from light slumber is when he thinks you are the most beautiful. Little doll returning to hell. It's cruel and loving all in the same breath.

ʚ☆ɞ And yet he only sees suffering and an early grave with your name inscribed upon the marble. He is doomed to watch his love die. Just like all those who love him are doomed to bleed out in hopes that he will save them…

He never can.

ʚ☆ɞ He will never see you as his equal, you know this, felt it in every shove and push as he huddles you behind his bulking frame. He gives you neither batarangs nor batclaws at first, he doesn't think you're ready for the burden of such weapons. Instead, he teaches you to punch, to kick, to dislocate bones from sockets, and leave men withering in pain. In the end, you find you like the batarangs most. They do more damage than your tiny fists ever could. Or maybe it's cause he'd held you so close once, lacing his fingers with yours to teach you how to throw.

You feel the ghost of his hand weighing upon yours every time you pitch one at the oncoming threat.

ʚ☆ɞ He's only ever known love when it's under moonlight. He's only ever known love in the form of missed bullets. Not I'll protect but rather, I'll teach you how to protect yourself I'll allow you to vanquish the threat before it arises. Maybe cause it's easier this way than watching your body bleed out on the sidewalk. Maybe it's easier to turn your loved ones into abominations than let them be killed by monsters.

ʚ☆ɞ He pulls you onto his lap atop Wayne Tower's edge. Holds your hips with the same grip he uses to crush Poison Ivy's flytraps. Too bruising, too vehement. He could dip you back, pluck your wings without you knowing, and watch you freefall onto the sidewalk. He could kill you, Bruce is sure it'd be so much less painful than watching his rogues dig into you. Gnaw on your organs and swallow your heart. He could save you by snuffing the air from your lungs. You could belong to him eternally…

ʚ☆ɞ You almost feel like Gilgamesh awaiting a miracle that will never come. Chasing after a daemon who knows not how to spare sympathy. You hear the melancholy and pride that lace his voice when he talks about them. The others, your predeceases, his robins. Their legacy lays like nectar in the back of your throat too thick to swallow, too vital to spit.

ʚ☆ɞ It's ironic how, since that fateful night so many moons ago, he's come to learn that there are countless, countless ways people can die. From bullets and neglect, from broken bones and souls, from ideologies to lavish to reside inside a human vessel. He's watched everyone he's ever loved die and die again. But when you pull on his cape and look into his eyes, when the moon's light hits you just right, casting shimmers upon your face, painting you as an ethereal angel who has fallen from the heavens so high. Bruce can't help but pray that you remain by his side until the end of times. Until Gotham's love finally kills him too.

ʚ☆ɞ He can't help but let his stone heart flutter, can't help but long to pull you closer. You chirp his name with an elysian smile, cling to him as he swings you both from rooftop to rooftop. You fit between his bones so perfectly. Bruce dreams of splitting his ribcage open and pulling out his heart. Caging his precious bird inside himself.

ʚ☆ɞ Sometimes you wonder if he knows how sharp the knife is. He speaks in cacophonies but they ever only sound monochrone to you. You mustn't tell your young what they can and can't achieve you think. You mustn't clip their wings till it replicates their antecedent's wings. There is a lecturer before every war, only for you to be sidelined for the next two. You count the pattern like stab wounds. One to the neck, two to the heart.

Batman expects replicas and regalias. You feel so invisible.

ʚ☆ɞ "I would gladly break my heart for you Batman." Bruce winces at the words. You're skipping across the edge playing some form of invisible hopscotch. "Thanks, but I don't need another broken heart on my conscience. I got enough of that already." He wonders if you'd teach him your game if he promised to let you punch Killer Croc this time.

ʚ☆ɞ "I do not understand the insults" you confess one night, He's crutched on a skyscraper awaiting the stampede of Two-Face's getaway cars.

"Are people so obtuse that they see not all the good you've done? Would they rather live in a city that can kill them a hundred times over?" Bruce sighs, a heavy noise that rattles the air. "it's easy to blame things on the one trying to fix them. People need scapegoats, they need to believe in the flaws of their heroes." It doesn't answer your question, not exactly but before you can pry, he's already swinging onto the street. You close your eyes savoring the rare solitude before jumping after him.

ʚ☆ɞ "I think you're destined to do this forever"

You speak through decades, through centuries. Bruce doesn't allow himself the privilege of cringing at the quotation. It had been one of the better things the Joker had ever said, almost like a mother reassuring her child that she would be there to pick them up after school. No, instead he focuses on the ghostly lite of your voice. How it reverberates with his sons' tones. Miscellaneous candances that sound nothing less than eerie. Speaking through time, through space. He is destined to make the same mistakes, destined to watch the same deaths.

ʚ☆ɞ "I think I'll be Lilith after I'm done being Robin"

"Who says you'll ever be done being Robin."

ʚ☆ɞ There is a part of him that thinks, believes, that if he just kisses you, feels the softness of your lips and the rigid bones beneath, then he will have saved you. The logic never sinks in, maybe it's just an excuse. The longing has started to grow teeth. It sinks them into his heart every single night. Bruce pulls you closer and lets his lips still over yours. If he could change something, anything this time around, then maybe just maybe he won't have to watch you die.

ʚ☆ɞ Bruce's kisses are suffocating, patronizing. Your tiny fists do little to deter them. His teeth sink into your bottom lip, his hands massage your hips. He knows exactly how to make poison feel like pleasure.

ʚ☆ɞ There's a bird inside a golden cage. She's pretty singing songs of misery. There will be a diamond ring on her finger soon, stripping away her dreams of being a hero.

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b4bybunz · 7 months ago

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Kinktober Night 1 - Pleasure Switch

“I Need You”

Bruce Wayne (AKA Batman) X Fem! Reader

Content Warnings !!!

Desperate/feral male, sub-dom male, sweet talking, oral [f] , hair pulling, breeding

Word Count: About 1.1K

A/n: I know I’m technically late for day one because it’s October 2nd at 12:02 AM but I’ll do better tomorrow!!!

Enjoy! <3

You’re in your husband’s Batcave watching the news like usual, watching him defeat yet another villain. He looked distracted, a villain like the one he was battling would’ve been arrested within 10 minutes. You’d talk to him about it when he came home though, at least that’s what you assumed.

As soon as you hear the Batmobile enter the cave you waltz over to the black supercar.

“What happened in that batt-“ You say before you’re cut off by your partner kissing you. “Bruc-“ You get out and he cuts you off again.

“I need you.” He says making you sit on the hood of his car still sucking on your lips and then down to your neck.

“You need me?” You watch as he sinks down to his knees in front of you.

His lips kissing your chest as he nods before looking up into your eyes as he’s on his knees.

“Yes. Can I have you, please?” His hands begin bunching your lounge dress up to your knees.

“Let me think about it.” You tease him as you take his mask off. Your hands holding his face and stroking the back of his neck. His eyes were filled with the want, no, the need to have you. The way his chest heaved from your hands on his face alone turned you on. You kiss his lips passionately again.

“Take your clothes off.” You grin against his lips and like an obedient puppy he did as you told him.

As he pulls off his clothes his dick springs up after finally being let free. You couldn’t imagine how uncomfortable he was having to battle as that thing throbbed for you.

“Better?” He asked with a tinge of submissiveness in his voice.

“Mhm.” You bit your lip looking him up and down. “Come take what you want.”

You spread your legs wide as he’s sinking to his knees and he takes your underwear off slowly and gently.

All he wanted to do was bury his face in your pussy and he did just that. Pulling you to the edge of the hood and starting with a long lick that made your back arch. You could feel a groan escape his lips on your pussy. Your hand makes its way to his head combing his hair back before feeling him beginning to eat you out like it’s his last day on Earth.

He took his time with it, wanting to savor every flavor and listen to each moan that came out of your mouth. His lips and nose glistened with your juices as he rubs your thighs that were now wrapped around his head.

“Mm~” you moan as your hand pulls his hair.

Your hips begin to buck at his mouth before he’s pinning your legs back to your shoulders.

“Just lay there and let me make you feel good.” His voice is muffled as his face is still buried between your legs.

He wouldn’t take a breath of air until you came all over his face. Even then, he wouldn’t stop. He needed you badly.

“Bruce~” you moan helplessly.

Your back begins to arch up off of the car. You’re panting with your chest heaving up and down. You could feel your orgasm building up almost like a volcano about to erupt.

“Oh my gosh!~” You moan loud enough for it to echo throughout the cave.

His lips begin sucking your clit which sends you over the edge, making your legs threaten to move out of his grasp. It was like he was sucking the life out of you, just like a bat would. As he’s sucking your clit you feel your orgasm erupt, causing you to shriek with pleasure.

“Make that noise again for me.” He says as his fingers plunge inside of you.

That immediate feeling of being filled up makes you groan. Your cream begins to drip down his fingers as he dips them in and out of you.

“I can’t~” You groan as your legs shake.

“You can.” He chuckles watching your mouth hang open as his fingers curl into your g-spot.

“You know you can, girl.” He says as his fingers begin hitting your g-spot making you moan every time his thick fingers move.

“Mmmm!~” you hum as you begin to lay back.

As you're starting to lay back, Bruce grabs your face. He forces you to watch his fingers plunge in and out of you. Suddenly the submissive man that was on his knees for you turned into a feral beast. His fingers thrust faster in and out of you making you squirm.

“Mhm, I know.” He says hearing your small whimpers. His hand coming off of your throat to your breast.

“Bruce!~” You moan, feeling your climax coming close.

He groans hearing you moan his name which makes his dick twitch in his boxers. He couldn’t take it anymore, he couldn’t hold himself back from you. Bruce stands over you and quickly pulls his boxers down just enough before replacing his fingers with his thick cock.

“Fuck!” He growled feeling your tight pussy wrap around him.

You looked up at him with your eyes and mouth open wide as he started to thrust slowly sending shivers down your spine. His hands gripping your hips tightly when he starts to thrust his hips faster. His mind lost control of his body, all he wanted to do was come inside of your pretty pussy.

“I couldn’t hold back, I’m sorry.” He says in your ear between grunts.

His lips kiss your neck softly as his dick rams through your walls curving into your sweet spot that makes it impossible for you to try to speak more than a few words.

You could feel his dick go deeper and deeper inside of you making your back arch and your hips buck against his. Your moaning was almost in sync with his with the way your hips crashed together.

“You feel so good baby~” He grunts in your ear. “I’m so close~” He tells you and all you could do was moan in response.

He was fucking you so good that you couldn’t speak or begin to form a sentence. He knew you were close though, with the way your legs wrapped around his waist. You could feel his hips pound you harder until he let out a loud grunt that could be heard over your squeals and cries. You could feel his cum spurt inside of you, when you thought he was done he kept coming until he was whimpering in your ear. You could feel his cum overflowing and dripping out of your cunt, a feeling so lewd that got you ready for more.

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thevoidstaredback · 10 months ago

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At exactly three in the afternoon, New Jersey time, the next day, Batman and Robin took the Zeta Tube up to the Watchtower to gather the waiting heroes for their promised tour of the Batcave.

Jason and Barbra were set up in the clocktower, watching the cameras Tim had set up the night before to record everything. Dick was at the Batcomputer, watching for alerts in case anyone decided to cut their fun short. Stephanie and Cass were on standby in the Manor with Alfred, setting up a movie night to watch the recordings before they were to head down to the Cave to interchangeably play Spoiler. Duke and Tim were both in the Cave, hidden in the rafters in their stealth suits. Kate and Selina had both agreed to help mess with the Justice League, neither actually knowing their identities, and were patrolling Gotham in place of Duke while they waited for part two of the plan.

The plan was set as follows, with room for improv and any missteps: -Batman and Robin gather the heroes from the Watchtower and bring them down to the Batcave -Nightwing meets them and joins in on the tour -Oracle calls Nightwing away for an emergency in Bludhaven -Batwoman would then call Batman away to help out against Red Hood in Crime Alley (that was so that they'd all keep thinking that Red Hood and Batman were still on bad terms. all the better to surprise Wonder Woman when she came to the Manor for the gala) -Steph, as Spoiler, would enter the Cave via the Lane and join Robin and the JL for a tour. She and Cass would then switch out at random intervals, basically gaslighting everyone - especially Superman - into thinking they're the same person -Nightwing and Batman would met up at the Clocktower to switch costumes. Dick becomes Batman while Jason and Bruce go to the Manor in civvies to show that they're under a residence -Duke and Tim, meanwhile, move things around the Cave as they please. At some point, Tim and Damian switch out, but don't acknowledge the switch -NightBat (Nightwing as Batman) comes back to the Cave, sending Steph and Cass back out and to the Manor in civvies, and Duke goes to take over for Batwoman and Catwoman -NightBat and Bruce meet in the locker rooms, while Red Robin distracts the JL, to change back into Batman and Nightwing -Batman rejoins the JL and RR while Nightwing goes back to get his bike and reenter the Cave via the Lane -Robin switches out with Red Robin who resets the Cave, putting everything back in its place as quickly as he can without being noticed -Nightwing comes back -Oracle calls out an emergency at the GCPD -The JL leave

Obviously, they all had comms in and were listening in on everything.

"Exactly on time." Green Arrow nods as Batman and Robin step out of the Zeta Tubes.

Wonder Woman smiles, "How are you doing today, Robin?"

Robin nods to her. "I am well, thank you. And yourself?"

"I am as well as I can be."

"That's good."

The group stands in place for a moment, Batman and Robin doing nothing to alleviate the nervous energy of the heroes in front of them. Eventually, it's Flash who breaks.

"Well, look at the time!" the speedster claps his hand together, "We don't want to be late, right?"

Superman nods in agreement. "Yeah." He turns to the two Gotham vigilantes, "Lead the way."

Batman nods and turns to put the coordinates for the Cave into the computer, authorizing the heroes to access the Batcave just this once. He motions to the Zeta Tubes and Robin steps in. Superman, Wonder Woman, Green Arrow, Martian Manhunter, Green Lantern, Flash, Cyborg, and Aquaman all take turns to follow him. Batman goes last.

Once in the Cave, the Gotham vigilantes allowed the Justice League heroes a few minutes to gawk. The cavern they were in was nothing special. It was a branch off from near the outskirts of the Cave, far enough away to stop any intruders that somehow got passed the Zeta security, but close enough that it only took a few minutes to reach the main cave. There were three Zeta Tubes set up in the small area with a security desk and computer to arm or disable any traps. A matching desk sat at the other end of the trapped hallway.

Entering the main area of the Cave, the JL took another few minutes to drink in the sight. Batman and Robin allowed them to. Nightwing didn't turn his chair yet, waiting for th perfect moment to announce himself.

"Is that- Why do you have a dinosaur in here?" Flash asked, having done a double take at the sight. The others join him.

Nightwing took the cue and spun the Batchair around dramatically. "To eat intruders."

The heroes turned to him as one unit, Lantern, Flash, Aquaman, and Cyborg openly gawking at the Batcomputer.

"Nightwing," Wonder Woman greeted, "It's good to see you."

"What the hell!" Cyborg cut in, holding himself back from running to the computer, though he speed-walked up to it. "It's beautiful."

"Isn't she?" Nightwing smirked, "B built her all by himself. The monitors are all TVs, custom wired to fit the frameless design."

"All seven?" Aquaman asked.

Nightwing nodded. "Yep! And the computer itself was custom, too! I helped with that, actually. It used to be a combination of three computers connected to the monitors, but I helped him condens it down to one shell connected to all seven monitors. RR keeps up the maintenance, though."

Green Arrow and Green Lantern also walked up to the desk. "It's an impressive display," Arrow said, "How long did it take?" He directed the question to Batman who joined the group, the rest coming up behind him.

"Three years and two months," the vigilante answered, "Two years to get everything together and wired properly. Another two months after Nightwing joined me as Robin to condense the three computers into one shell. A year to get everything coded and the firewalls up. As technology changes and programing gets better, so does the Batcomputer. She's intelligent all on her own, but RR and O are working on an AI for her."

"Who's-" Green Lantern was cut off by an alarm on the upper-most left monitor.

"Batcave, this is Oracle." she said, her voice coming through all the speakers in the Cave.

"Go ahead, O," Nightwing turned his chair back to face the computer, his hands flying between the three keyboards as he pulled up what the alarm was for .

"There's a problem in Bludhaven, 'wing, how fast can you be there?"

He pulled up a map of his home turf, seeing the false alarm at the BHPD. Though, what the Justice League didn't know wouldn't hurt them. "The bank on main, right?"

"That's the one."

"I'll be there in twenty tops."

"Alright."

Nightwing pushed the chair back, turning it and standing in one swift motion. Quickly, he made his way to where his bike was parked in the garage on the lower level of the Cave.

"Comms with Oracle," Batman ordered.

"As always!" he called back, pulling his helmet on before quickly peeling out of the Cave.

It was quiet as the sounds of the motorcycle faded out into the renovated cave system beneath the Crime Capital of the Country.

"Should we..." Martian Manhunter started, "Does he need help?"

Robin scoff lightly. "He will be fine. If he could not handle a minor bank robbery by himself, he would have died before transferring his mantle of Robin onto the next."

"Oh?" Aquaman turned his full attention to the child, "Who took the name after Nightwing?"

Robin didn't answer. Instead, he pointed to the dinosaur. "Our old costumes are kept on display downstairs by the penny. Would you like to see them?"

Wonder Woman, only falling second to Batman when children are involved, nodded. "Would you show the way?"

"Naturally." Taking the lead, Robin lead the group of heroes down the stairs and to the lower part of the Cave.

The upper, main, part of the Cave held the Batcomputer, the main entrances to the Manor, the Zeta Tubes, the lab, the meeting table, and the small med bay. The lower bar of the Cave was home to the training room, the displays, the large med bay, the Vault, the Batplane, and the garage.

"You really leaned into the whole gimmick, huh?" Superman nudged Batman with his elbow.

Cyborg watched him from the corner of his eye. "What do ya mean?"

The kryptonian pointed up. "There's about two hundred bats hanging up on the ceiling.

Flash flinched in on himself. "What?"

"This was their home before I took my name," Batman explained shortly.

Another alarm went off before anyone else could speak, though it was from Batman's gauntlet. He stepped away from the group knowing fully that they all could still hear.

"Hey, B!" Batwoman greeted, a smile evident in her voice.

"Batwoman," he responded. He hid his amusement as his coworkers stared at him in shock. "What's wrong."

"You remember Red Hood, right?"

"Obviously."

"Well, I've gotten into a bit of a pickle."

Batman cut her off with a sigh. "Send your coordinates, I'm on my way."

"Fantastic! Bring your grapple!" Then, she hund up.

"Is this a bad day?" Green Lantern asked, "We can leave and come back another day."

"Don't be ridiculous." Robin scolded, "I am more than capable of showing you around the Cave alone." He turned to his father, "Give Batwoman my greetings."

Batman grunted as he got into the Batmobile. Swiftly, he closed the door, turned the engine, and left the Cave.

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black-cat-luck · 5 months ago

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Would you be able to do how the kids react when Bruce is hurt really badly

yes!! I love this :]

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Dick

𖥔 He panics. He’s the strong one, he tries to remain level headed to keep everyone else calm and so they don’t send themselves into a panic attack, he is always calm and collected in stressful situations.

𖥔 But oh god that’s a lot of blood. In this moment he isn’t actually sure what happened, he doesn’t even remember who they’re fighting, where they are. A pained cry escapes his throat as his hands press over the bleeding wound in Bruce’s chest. He hears yelling, the others trying to get him and Bruce somewhere safe, trying to get Dick to tell them how bad the injury is, what can they do?

𖥔 “I-I don’t know!” Dick cries, every second of training, every hour spent learning how to stay calm under stress, stay levelheaded, assess the dangers around you first and never let your guard down, it’s all left him. He can’t move, he can’t breathe, because Bruce isn’t breathing, Bruce is bleeding out in his arms.

𖥔 Thankfully for Dicks sake, this was a league mission, so he doesn’t have to be the collected one. Superman is able to get both of them out of danger, he speaks close to Dicks ear, not because the boy is listening, but because the comms are on and Alfred is already readying the batcave for their arrival.

𖥔 Bruce makes a perfectly fine recovery, and Dick is mortified by how he reacted. He knows Bruce will be disappointed, he knows he will be shamed for letting himself be so weak, risking not only his own life, but Bruce’s by leaving them vulnerable in the battle field. Instead Bruce sets his hand on Dicks head, ruffling his hair softly, before his expression becomes serious, hand gently holding his cheek. “I’m here Chum, you don’t have to be embarrassed for being scared. I’m sorry for worrying you.” He says, and Dick cries again, laughing wetly. “You nearly died and you’re apologizing to me?” He asks, it sounds ridiculous. “Yeah, cause I know I would’ve been the same if it were you.” Bruce says it effortlessly, and Dick leans over, hugging him, careful of the healing wound. They’ve both lost too much to be able to lose each other, and that’s what’s the scariest, that they wouldn’t be able to survive losing anyone else, and they can’t promise they won’t. Dick just has to remain strong, and make sure he always has Bruce’s back so this never happens again.

Jason

𖥔 Jason’s anger has always been his strong suit. He was the happy Robin, the cheerful little boy that bounced on his feet and laughed and joked even in dire situations, and that was his weakness. He would’ve been inconsolable if he had Bruce not breathing at his feet like he does right now.

𖥔 But now Jason is angry. He would never admit it in a vicinity Bruce can hear, but how dare they try and take his dad from him? It’s easy for him to let his anger take control, to be violent and bloody because Bruce can’t see him murdering right now because he himself was just almost murdered. It’s not an almost yet, he hasn’t taken a breath in three minutes. Jason can hear it all, through his own blood rushing through his ears, he hears the others talking; he wants to tune it out, he wants to ignore it but he needs to know when Bruce is okay, when he breathes again.

𖥔 Fuck Jason hates the guy, he can’t stand to even look at him but he’s fighting back the sick rising up his throat as he hears his own thoughts. What if this is it? Bruce can’t come back from this. It’s over. The last thing Jason ever said to him is I hate you.

𖥔 Jason finds the man that stopped Bruce’s heart, and screams in anguish as he tackles him to the ground. His guns are thrown aside, his mask is yanked off his head because he’s killing this man. Not a bullet, not Red Hood, Jason Todd is killing this man. He didn’t kill Batman, he killed Jason’s father. His hands shake violently as they squeeze at his throat. He can’t hear the commotion anymore, he can’t hear anyone’s words, his eyes shine green as tears fall past them.

𖥔 I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. He’ll never be able to take it back. He’ll never get to apologize, to mend what was broken, to forgive Bruce and get to be his son again. He’s just a weapon, he’s just a solider, he’s a murderer. The man’s neck snaps underneath his hands as Bruce takes in his first gasp of air.

𖥔 Jason slowly stumbles to his feet, shaking as he faces the others, there’s looks of disgust, of horror, of understanding. Bruce is struggling to his feet, looking at Jason, even with his cowl on Jason knows he’s afraid, he’s confused, worried.

𖥔 “Let’s get home Bat, you need rest.” Jason wraps Bruce’s arm around his shoulder, dragging him along. Batman doesn’t utter a word, nobody does. Jason slams the door to the Batmobile shut, bloody knuckles going white from how he grips the steering wheel. He swerves recklessly, he’s crying, his hands are shaking, he can’t breathe and he’s terrified, all of his adrenaline crashing as he swallows back sobs. He can’t forgive Bruce, he’s tried to kill him himself, why was it any different now? “Thank you, Jason. I love you son.” Bruce rasps, and that’s why. Jason can’t move on because Bruce is right next to him; and he’s alive, and breathing, and Jason is his son.

Tim

𖥔 Tim is scary. He’s seen Bruce worse than anyone ever has. He’s been through it all, he dragged Bruce up from the ground, all while Bruce clawed at him and tried to stay buried. Tim is scary when Bruce is nearly killed, because he will stop at nothing to make it right.

𖥔 Bruce is put into a coma. To the media it was a car accident. To Tim, it was watching Bane snap Bruce’s body over his leg, breaking his spine; nearly killing him. Tim was on auto pilot after it happened, quickly assessing the damage, demanding Oracle to send help, to Nightwing and Red Hood to stage an accident, they need civilian clothes, Bruce Wayne needs immediate medical attention.

𖥔 Tim Drake-Wayne sits in the hospital room, watching Bruce only able to breath because of the machines he’s connected to, body stiff, bruised and cut up, a small incision in his skull to let out the swelling. A medically induced coma to save his life. They’re not even sure if it will save him; time will only tell.

𖥔 Nightwing says he’ll handle it, he’ll get Bane dealt with. Red Hood makes it clear he’ll be killing him now that Bruce can’t stop him. When Dick and Jason visit the hospital room Tim is already gone. Tim has already set his own plan into motion.

𖥔 Robin doesn’t kill because Batman doesn’t allow it, and because Tim fears it would push him over an edge he doesn’t want to face. Tim does not directly kill. Bane’s henchmen and goons are simply in the building when Tim watches it explode from a rooftop a safe distance away.

𖥔 Tim watches as car bombs, and traps that end in blood splatter are tripped, as men stagger into deaths they could’ve easily avoided, I mean really how are these people working for Bane and falling into their own deaths so easily?

𖥔 Over the course of a week they’re all ticked off, like a grocery list. Tim moves quietly, effortlessly. He’s already gone by the time anyone thinks to look. He’s never seen by the time anyone tries to make a guess on who it might be. When Bane is the only one left Tim is reaching his breaking point. It’s been seven days, seven days his father has been comatose, teetering dangerously close to brain dead, to never waking up. Tim sees Bane and his reserves from before are slowly slipping away. He’s never been this angry before.

𖥔 Nobody would believe a witness that says Robin shot Bane point blank and disappeared. Nobody would listen to a bystander that was high off his mind when he swears he heard the kid scream that his father might never recover and it’s all his fault, before spraying the wall with brain matter. Nobody believes Robin would ever do something like that because he’s just an innocent little boy, Batman doesn’t kill, where would he even get a gun?

𖥔 On the ninth day Bruce wakes up, and Tim is beside him, he doesn’t let anyone see him cry, so he only smiles and hugs him; whispering how grateful he is that he’s okay. They call a nurse in, Bruce is groggy but coherent, there’s no damage, no risk.

𖥔 Dick arrives exhausted, having been patrolling as Batman to keep Gotham from being suspicious. He’s still got a smidge of eyeliner not fully wiped off when he hugs Bruce, eyes studying where Tim sits, hands stuffed in his hoodie pocket. He smiles innocently and Dick nods. Tim knows Dick is aware of what he’d done. Tim doesn’t mind that Dick knows, because Tim knows Dick won’t tell anyone, because Tim doesn’t regret what he’s done, and he will do it again if he is pushed to that point.

Damian

𖥔 Damian is never one to be perceived as weak. He will not allow anyone to even think he could ever be weak, he is never weak. Ever. He doesn’t show emotions, he isn’t just some kid. He is a trained assassin, he is stronger than anyone that could challenge him. He is the son of the Bat. He is Robin.

𖥔 Damian’s pride gets the best of him sometimes. It was a simple mission, sure Batman is bleeding but he’s walking it off, telling Damian it’s just a flesh wound, he’ll be fine. They don’t have the Batmobile tonight, and when Bruce reaches to call for it, he falls.

𖥔 Damian is immediately racing to his side. He tries to catch him but he’s too late, and it’s probably for the best because Damian forgets how small he is, and how heavy not only his father is, but the extra hundred pounds of armor in his suit. Damian struggles to push Bruce onto his back, panting as he overlooks him.

𖥔 “Father! Where is your wound?!” Damian shouts. Bruce makes a choked noise as blood drips past his lips. Damian remembers him clutching a side, but he doesn’t know which one, he doesn’t know much right now, his heart is racing, his hands are shaking, and he finally yanks the cape back to see the blood pouring from Bruce’s side. “It probably hit a kidney father why would you insist on it being a flesh wound, do you have any idea how bad this could’ve been if you’d left it??” Damian is still yelling, despite Bruce being unconscious.

𖥔 Damian tears at their emergency gauze with his teeth, he’s applying pressure to the wound, but it’s getting slippery and he stumbles, he’s patched up wounds before, why is this one different? Why won’t the blood stop? Why is he alone with Bruce getting paler and paler with each passing second?

𖥔 Damian is not weak, he does not need help, but he is scared. The blood is not stopping, the gauze isn’t working, Bruce is not responsive. Damian stares at his bloody hands as he starts to panic, hyperventilating as he searches for his emergency beacon, for his comm, for anything. His hands are slipping, he’s covered in blood, he can’t breathe.

𖥔 “Robin I’ve received your signal what’s wrong?” Red Hood’s voice through his ear makes the tears finally fall, and Damian gasps for air. He hears other voices chiming in, everyone live on the comms, and everyone hears him crying.

𖥔 “Robin, deep breath, give us a report.” Nightwing says, they want him to breathe, but they need to know why he can’t in the first place. “Batman is down. I cannot stop the bleeding, I cannot move him on my own. I need immediate help, he is unconscious, and getting critical.” He manages out, throat rough as he tries to swallow, as he stares down at his father as the blood begins to pool to his knees.

𖥔 “I’ve sent his location, Red Robin and Red Hood are the closest. Robin they will be there in three minutes, I’ll help as I can, what happened?” Oracle asks, and Damian takes a shaky breath, relief and guilt overwhelming him, but he hears Nightwing’s voice encouraging him to breathe; and he follows his instructions.

𖥔 Damian tells her everything that happened, what rooftop they’re on, what he did to try and stop the bleeding. While he’s still steadying his breathing with Nightwing Red Hood arrives. As Jason is putting pressure on the wound and instructing Damian to grab gauze, Red Robin arrives, and Tim quickly takes over, leaving Damian sitting and watching as they patch him up in seconds, and Jason is able to lift him up and carry him effortlessly by himself. Red Robin knows him and Robin are not the closest, but Damian is still shaking, and Tim wraps his arm around him and carefully leads him down to where the Batmobile has pulled up. Damian doesn’t speak a word, and the drive is silent once it’s announced over the comms that Batman is secure and inbound to the cave.

𖥔 Damian doesn’t leave his room. He’s embarrassed, ashamed, upset. He was too weak, too defenseless. Bruce lost a lot of blood, if they were any later he might have not made it. Jason was strong enough to lift him, Tim was fast enough to stop the bleeding and wrap him up, all things Damian failed to do in ample time. Even when Alfred notifies Damian that Bruce is awake and well, and would like to see him, Damian does not leave his room.

𖥔 The others give him space, so he’s especially angry when his door creaks open. He looks up with a sharp glare, only for his expression to immediately fall when he sees Bruce slowly limp inside. He’s shirtless and wearing more gauze than skin, holding his side as he carefully steps inside. “Father what are you doing you are on bed rest!” Damian hisses, rushing to his side, he holds one of Bruce’s hands and gently leads him to his own bed; sitting him down. “You wouldn’t come to me.” Bruce smiles as Damian glares again. “I would have, I’ve been busy.” The boy huffs, walking away to distract himself, to not have to see Bruce. He keeps his back to him and pretends to shuffle through papers on his desk. “You know I once fell on Dick when he was Robin?” He suddenly says, making Damian freeze, not responding.

𖥔 “Poor little guy was smaller than you, damn near squished him like a bug. It’s not often Batman falls, but I had a rule with every Robin, if I do, step out of the way. If I’m down, call for help. I would never expect one of you to be able to gather me up on your own.” Bruce hums, and the backs of Damian’s eyes sting as he listens. “I’m sorry for worrying you, and I’m sorry you were alone.” Bruce adds, and Damian faces him, using anger to mask the tears welling in his eyes. “I’m Robin, I’m Batman’s partner, I need to be stronger, I need to be able to be alone.” He sneers, he’s only angry at himself, but he needs to get it out; and he needs to tell it to Bruce, he needs to prove he’s not weak. “You’re also my son. And eleven years old. You cannot be expected to carry a full grown man that’s bleeding out, nine miles on your own. I wouldn’t expect that of any Robin-“ “Todd and Drake seemed to be able to do it perfectly fine.” He spits, his jealously finally mixing in.

𖥔 “Neither of whom are Robin anymore. Jason who’s taller and bigger than me? Tim who’s seven years older than you? They wouldn’t have been able to do it when they were Robin either. It is not a weakness of yours, it is not a weakness of your age, it is simply that you are a boy, and you cannot lift a grown man, I couldn’t lift myself at your age.” He says, laughing as Damian swallows thickly, still not accepting it. Bruce extends his hand, and Damian takes a few steps closer, still looking anywhere but at his father. “You are not weak my son, you should not be disappointed by last night, you were able to call for help when you needed it, you saved me. I couldn’t be more proud.” He says; pulling Damian into an unwilling hug. The boy is stiff, but doesn’t move out of fear of hurting him.

𖥔 “I will be stronger next time.” He whispers; and Bruce hums, kissing the side of his head. “You will be. I will too. You are the son of Batman, hold your head high, you are not weak.” Bruce whispers, and it’s the most comforting thing he can offer Damian, speaking to him the way he knows he needs to hear. Damian will be stronger, Damian won’t let himself lose his father.

Barbara

𖥔 Babs strong suit was being behind a screen. It was what she was best at, better than anything. She loved it, she loved helping people, making a difference, getting to see it all unfold and see people saved again, and again. She held her title as Oracle with pride. Batman wouldn’t be nearly as successful as he is every mission without her. Well, he might be able to be successful, but it wouldn’t be as fast if Babs wasn’t behind him already getting it all done before he has the time to even ask. She prides herself in being a needed ally, more than just a side player that helps occasionally. Batman often offered her the same encouragements, and acknowledges her hard work, and how much she helps them all.

𖥔 It was supposed to be a quiet patrol. Bruce is by himself tonight, Damian is sleeping, Tim is with the titans, Dick is in Blüdhaven, and she’s casually finishing some case files while Bruce sits and watches the city, both of them enjoying the quiet night.

𖥔 Barbara is scared into focus by the sound of an explosion. “Bats??” She asks, quickly typing away, pulling up his footage, and zeroing in on whats in front of him. Bruce moves like he’s injured, a villain attacks him. They’re wearing a mask, she can’t tell who it is. She pulls up the nearby cameras, watching the fight from all angles. She finds where he came from, running the plates and all information on the car, but it reports stolen, and the villain doesn’t match the description as the little old lady that registered it.

𖥔 “Bats talk to me who are these guys?” She calls, pulling up everything she can, Batman hasn’t said a word, and she knows he’s injured, she sees him lose his balance, she hears the scuffle, the back and forth, and then everything goes dark. Every last camera and screen is black. “Bat!” She shouts, trying to pull it all back up. It’s not her system, everything else is working fine, but those few cameras she needs, her comm with Batman, all of it is dark.

𖥔 She stares forward in shock, what the hell happened? She tries not to panic over losing Bruce, assuring herself it’s just some alleyway goon that Bruce will have handled in minutes, so she tries to dive into who this is. She runs everything, vocal recognition, pulling up the neighboring cameras to search for who this is, where they came from, how they snuck up on Batman.

𖥔 Everything leads to a dead end. Barbara curses and slams her hands on the desk, anger overcoming her as her heart starts to beat faster. Why has Bruce still not told her he’s okay? Why hasn’t he fixed the comm, or found a way to send her a signal. Everything’s okay, bad guys apprehended, I’m fine. Where was her reassurance? Batman never goes dark like this, and the fact that everything is turned off from her is terrifying.

𖥔 She pulls up any possible lead she has, anything that could connect her to this, anything they could use. She thinks she’s finally found something when a camera pulls back up; and she gasps, Batman is laying on the floor, not moving, blood underneath him. Then the camera goes black again. Her whole screen is black and she can see her reflection in it, staring in her own eyes. Her hair is down, and the dark of the screen hides her features from her view, and she cries. If she was Batgirl she could help Bruce, she wouldn’t be here defenseless, grasping at straws as Bruce lays at a villains mercy. She doesn’t know if he’s even still alive, if he’s still breathing, she’s just sitting here while Bruce suffers.

𖥔 Barbara has never felt less than the others just because she worked from the safety of the watch tower, she never felt like she wasn’t as vital to them, to helping. But now she does. She’s scared, she’s angry, why can’t she just help him.

𖥔 “Oracle?” Jason’s voice echoes over the comms, and she sighs shakily. “Bat is down, I’ve lost all communication, and all nearby cameras went dark. I’ve just sent you his address, can you get to him?” She asks, voice weak as she stares at a map, seeing where Jason is, only a few miles from Bruce. “On my way. Who is it?” He asks, and her throat is thick as she stares at the screen. “I don’t know. I couldn’t figure it out.” She rasps, it’s humiliating to say out loud, it makes her sick. She doesn’t know, she’s supposed to know. She’s the one that always knows.

𖥔 “All done, Bats is good.” Jason’s voice shocks her. “Wait what??” She replies, and the cameras are all live again, she sees the goons unconscious on the floor. Jason has Bruce’s arm slung over his shoulder. He looks directly at a camera and waves. “They had an interceptor or whatever, knocked everything offline. B might have a headache but he’s fine, they were just some thugs trying to get a jump on him. Gcpd’s already closing in, but I’m bringing some tech back, one of ‘em had something that looks like a homemade vertigo headband, can you look into it?” He asks, and she sniffles, hastily wiping at her eyes. “Sure can; bring it on down.” She sighs, relief washing over her. Bruce is okay, she’s back online, everything is okay.

𖥔 Bruce sits with Barbara as she types everything into a file. He’s benched until his concussion heals, and she’s putting it all into files to save in the bat computer if the thugs he fought ever become a problem again. “You did good.” Bruce compliments as she saves it all. “Hm?” She responds, glancing at him. “With your system going dark, you did good, you still led Jason right to me, still got it all resolved. Thank you.” Bruce says, and she smiles, pride welling in her chest as she nods, facing the computer again. Despite her worries and fears, she didn’t need to be Batgirl to help him, Oracle was who got Red Hood to Batman and helped even when it all went dark; she still did her job, and she did damn good at it.

Steph

𖥔 Steph is an accident with a bat symbol on her chest. She doesn’t try to be, but her need to prove herself, and her fear of her fathers footsteps makes her jump the gun, it makes her so desperate for validation she cuts corners, and makes things messy. She really doesn’t try to, and because she’s so young and anxious she doesn’t realize what she’s done until it happens, and then she’s humiliated and knows she will be looked down upon even more after.

𖥔 So it’s only fitting that one time she cuts corners, it ends with Bruce unconscious, head bleeding, arms still wrapped around Steph from where he’d shielded her with his own body. Steph was not supposed to be on the ground, this was a simple mission, Robin was supposed to be his eyes in the sky, not trying to assist him, not getting herself caught, not getting stuck in an exploding building where Bruce himself gets caught in the explosion to protect her from it.

𖥔 Her need to prove herself is out the window when she shoves Bruce off of her, gasping violently as she sees the way his body rolls limply, the way he doesn’t move, the way his cowl is dripping blood and it’s begun to pool underneath him. She took on this mantle, she wanted to prove she wasn’t like her father, she wanted Bruce to see value in her, and now he might be dying because of her.

𖥔 No, no, no, no. Steph is yanking his cowl off, wincing as his head hits the ground again, making a wet noise from the blood already spilling from it. “Hey, Hey Bat? Cmon, wake up now.” She pleads, voice shaking as she presses gauze to the wound, watching it immediately turn red, she swaps it for a new piece and takes a shaky breath, looking around them. The goons left when they set the bomb, they knew Batman would be too busy trying to save Girl wonder that they could escape, so they’re alone, the Batmobile has already been called to them, so Steph stands and hooks her arms under Bruce’s, yanking upward.

𖥔 She struggles, and pants and cries, but she manages to shove him ungracefully into the car, panic beginning to overwhelm her as she jumps into the drivers seat, fiddling with the shifts and buttons she’s still not too familiar with. Thankfully it has auto-pilot, and kicks itself into gear, speeding down the road as Steph taps at the screen, blood smearing across it. “Hey A, B is hurt real bad. Are you home?” She asks it casually, laughing as her panic rises up her throat, her heart racing as she glances at Bruce.

𖥔 “Yes, I will be waiting in the cave.” Alfred responds, and she swaps the gauze on his head, tears finally starting to fall as she looks at his face. Did she really let Bruce die just because she wanted to be strong? Bruce is bleeding out just because she wanted to prove she was different, prove she could do it. “I’m sorry B.” She sobs. She just wanted to make him proud, she wanted him to care for her the way he cares for his sons, even when she keeps him at arms length and doesn’t let him view her as one of his kids. She doesn’t want a dad. She told them. She has a dad and he’s a bad person and she’s going to prove she isn’t.

𖥔 “I’m sorry dad.” She rasps, staring at Bruce’s face as they come to a screeching halt in the cave. Alfred has Bruce laid on a table and the bleeding has stopped within four minutes. Steph sits, still bloody and crying as Alfred moves fluidly around her, getting Bruce stable, assuring her he is just fine.

𖥔 When Bruce wakes up Steph hands him her Robin costume. He furrows his eyebrows and takes it, still confused. “I almost got you killed trying to prove myself.” She tells him; and he sighs, opening his mouth to respond, but she stops him. “I can’t follow orders, I endangered you, I endangered myself. I can’t be Robin, I can’t live up to what they were, and I don’t want to. I’ll prove myself to you, and I won’t let you get hurt because of me just to do it.” She sounds mature, less scared. Bruce sets the suit down and nods once. “I do not regret doing what needs to be done to save you. I would do it again.” Bruce responds. Scolding her for not following orders seems pointless now, she’s no longer Robin; and she acknowledged her own fault, he doesn’t need to double down, especially not when she’s dealing with her own regret and fears after what happened. “I’m still sorry. I’ll be better.” She rasps, and Bruce hugs her, petting her hair gently as she fights back the tears burning behind her eyes. She’ll prove herself right this time.

Cass

𖥔 Cass stops. She’s always been the quickest one, the slyest, the one to get in and get out and have it not just done, but done good. Cass is untouchable, unbreakable, an unstoppable force hell bent on saving innocent people and protecting the world from the horrors that others bring upon them. Cass is strong because other people aren’t, and they need her to be for them. Gotham needs her.

𖥔 So when she’s fighting, she’s taking out bad guys and escorting hostages out of a burning building, she ends up cornered, hiding a little girl behind her as a goon points a gun at her. “I’ll tell you what little bat, her life for yours. You wanna walk away? Give me the girl. I’ll make sure you don’t have to see.” The man taunts, something sick bubbling in Cass’ gut, fighting down her anger as she analyzes his stance, trying to figure out how to disarm him without a stray bullet possibly hitting the girl.

𖥔 Batman drops down in front of them before she can do anything, giving her a distraction so she can run. She grabs the girl and takes off, hearing them fighting as she goes. She finds an exit and rushes out it, flames dancing inches from them as she runs toward the other hostages, carefully setting the little girl down, she turns back to the building, seeing fire already blocking the exit she just came out from. She wraps her cape around herself and rushes forward, already a step back inside, the fire sizzling around her, and the building explodes. She’s thrown backward, ears ringing as she tries to get back up, adrenaline pumping faster than ever.

𖥔 She hears the people crying, arms shaking as she pushes herself up, only to fall again. Bruce was still in there. She shakily looks up, staring at the rubble ahead of her, gasping for air as she staggers to her feet. Bruce, Bruce. She’s chanting his name, she can’t find her voice, opening and closing her mouth repeatedly, and she lets out a pained cry as she falls to her knees, staring forward helplessly as the red flames dance in her eyes.

𖥔 “Batman?” The little girl from before stands in front of Cass, tears welling in her eyes as Batgirl looks up at her. Cass knows she’s needs to check the hostages, make sure everyone’s okay; count and see if anyone died in the explosion. But she knows part of that answer already, Bruce was still inside, she was too late going back in to save him, he was in there because she let herself get backed into a wall and he had to save her. He got left behind because of her.

𖥔 Cass sits back on her heels, staring at her hands blindly. Now what? What could she do? What was Gotham going to do without having a Batman, how many innocent people were going to suffer and die because Batman died for her? How much death is she going to cause? What did it matter that Batgirl survived if Batman didn’t?

𖥔 “Batman!” The little girl says again; and it only hurts Cass worse, looking up through teary eyes, she sees the girl isn’t even facing her, her back it to Cass, and her arm is extended as she points to the building still burning. Batman is walking out of the flames, holding the same goon that had attacked them. He sets the man down once they’re a safe distance, and Cass is already on her feet, running as fast as she can, and jumping into Bruce’s arms.

𖥔 “I’m sorry for worrying you Batgirl.” Batman says softly, he has to keep their identities safe, he has to watch what he says, but they both know by the way he’s hugging her. I’m sorry Cassie, I’m here. She sobs, body shaking as he holds her gently, rubbing her back through the suit. She’s gasping weakly, mouth moving but no words come out. Even though she’s hidden by her mask Bruce knows she’s trying to speak.

𖥔 “Easy, you’re alright.” He says, setting her down so they’re looking at one another, and she holds onto his arms desperately. “Dad. Safe.” She manages out, and Bruce nods, hugging her again as she cries quietly. They’ll eventually have to pull away and assess the situation, but right now the hostages are okay, and Cass needs to be held by her dad for a little while longer.

Duke

𖥔 Duke working during the day means things are a lot different for Signal than they are for the bats. He has his usual route to patrol, he knows the ins and outs of this city, he knows which places are most commonly victim to robberies and petty crimes, it’s not an easy job, but he enjoys doing it, he enjoys helping people.

𖥔 Duke hasn’t had to stop or fight anyone today. There haven’t been any robberies, no purse or car thief’s, only a stray dog begging for some of his granola bar, it was quiet. Duke sits on a rooftop checking the time and seeing his patrol is almost over, it wouldn’t hurt if he went home half an hour before usual today, nothings happened, he’s sure nothing will happen in these thirty minutes, right?

𖥔 It’s almost like the universe was waiting for him to be ready to head home, because he hears an alarm ringing from a few buildings away. He hurries that way, face falling as he sees several men running out of a bank, carrying bags full of money. He grapples to them, pulling a baton from his utility belt, he’s about to land on the ground when he hears someone scream for help.

𖥔 “He’s hurt someone help!” A woman inside the bank cries out, and Dukes face falls as he looks at them, there’s someone injured, he weighs his options of stopping the thief’s first, or helping the injured person, but as he looks at the man laying on the ground, the air is knocked out of him. “Bruce.” He gasps, rushing over, forgetting about the thief’s as they speed off and disappear, he skids to a stop at Bruce’s side.

𖥔 Bruce Wayne is unconscious on the floor of the bank, bleeding out of a bullet wound in his stomach. “Bruce!” Duke cries out, rushing to his side. This isn’t Batman injured in a fight, or hurt by a villain. This is Bruce Wayne, out in the lively hours of Gotham, getting shot in a bank robbery. “Mr. Wayne, can you hear me? Sir?” Duke yanks his gloves off and checks for a pulse. When he feels one he immediately starts applying pressure to the wound. “He stood between them and me, it’s all my fault.” The girl sobs, she’s clearly a bank teller, her hands and skirt covered in Bruce’s blood.

𖥔 Duke is in full panic, he’s Signal right now, he’s not Bruce’s newest ward, he’s not tending to an injured Batman. Signal the vigilante is helping Bruce Wayne, the prince of Gotham; a stranger. “Hang in there sir, you’re gonna be okay.” Duke forces his voice to sound controlled, despite the way something sits in his throat, tears stinging behind his eyes.

𖥔 A crowd has formed now, hushed whispers and shocked gasps surrounding him as he pushes harder on the wound, his hands begin to shake, Bruce’s skin is losing color, there really is a lot of blood around them. Getting shot isn’t nearly enough to take down Batman, he would walk it off. But Bruce Wayne hasn’t even woken up, how long has it been now? Duke feels sick, breathing shaky as he wraps the wound.

𖥔 Thankfully someone had called 911 because Duke can hear the sirens, and an ambulance pulls up seconds later. He’s gently pulled back, and Bruce is lifted onto a gurney. “Thank you kid, we’ll take it from here.” An emt tells him, and then they take off with Bruce, leaving Duke alone, leaving the vigilante standing there, covered in blood, with a hundred eyes on him. “T-Thank you, you saved him.” The bank teller whispers, Duke helps her to her feet, moving on autopilot as he stares at his own hands, skin crawling as tears sting behind his eyes. He only nods, disappearing onto the rooftop, and running away.

𖥔 He informs the others, and by that night the thieves are caught by Red Robin and Spoiler, and Duke lies in his bed, he’s in his pajamas, he’s showered, but he stares at his hands and sees the red dripping from them, he feels the weight of Bruce’s body, limp and unmoving, he feels himself clinging to his fathers body, and having to act as a stranger, having to keep their identities separate, and not knowing if he would survive. If that killed him, Dukes last moment with him would’ve been as strangers, being watched by hundreds of eyes, and thousands more from the videos circulating.

𖥔 There’s a soft knock on the door and Duke hums, watching through tired eyes as Alfred walks inside, sets down a phone, and walks out before Duke can say anything. The screen is black so Duke only stares, confused until he hears a throat clear. “Duke?” Bruce’s voice rings through the phone, and the boys tears finally fall, hands shaking as he picks up the phone. He has a moment of fear that he’s going to get blood on it, but has to remind himself that there’s no blood on his skin anymore, he’s sure there still is on Bruce’s

𖥔 “Hey kiddo.” Bruce says when Duke doesn’t respond. “Hi.” He manages to rasp, and Bruce hums at the acknowledgement. “You did really good today.” Bruce says, and Duke cries harder, holding his head in his hands as he stays quiet so Bruce can’t hear. “I know it doesn’t feel like it, and I know you’re beating yourself up, but you did exactly as you should’ve. You let the thieves go to help the victim, you kept the victim stable until medical professionals arrived, you had the situation handled so the thieves were caught. You did everything wonderfully Signal.” Bruce compliments, and then a sob escapes Dukes lips, Bruce doesn’t say anything else and Duke sniffles. “It wasn’t an innocent bystander it was you.” He huffs, a bite behind his words as his own failure weighs him down, despite the fact that he didn’t fail at anything, he did everything he was supposed to do.

𖥔 “And it was you Duke. I’m safe because of you.” Bruce says, and the boy huffs in anger. “What the hell was I supposed to do? If something worse happened? If that was the last time I saw you? I had to treat you like Bruce Wayne; I had to be a stranger.” He says, hurt bleeding through his words, and Bruce hums softly. “Your suit doesn’t mean anything Duke, it is still you inside of it. A suit will never change who we are, what you mean to me. I was comforted that my son was there, not Signal.” Bruce says, and Duke squeezes his eyes shut, letting more tears fall as Bruce takes a deep breath. “I know how you’re feeling, and I want you to know that you don’t have to feel this way, you saved me Duke, and I will never compare you to your alias.” He says, and Duke sniffles, nodding even though Bruce can’t see him.

𖥔 “They’re letting me come home tomorrow, and I’m benched until I’m healed, so we’ll spend some time together okay? Just us, no suits or names.” Bruce says, and Duke smiles small. “Sounds good.” He responds, sniffling. “Good. Get some rest Duke, everything’s going to be okay.” He assures him, and they whisper their goodnights and hang up. The weight has been lifted off of Dukes chest, and he takes a deep breath, lying back down. Bruce is okay, and so is Duke.

Bruce Wayne has a family that loves him, and doesn’t know how they’d survive losing him. And he knows he wouldn’t survive losing them. That’s what makes their family so perfect.

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This was so fun to write thank you for the request! I love getting to write out Bruce’s relationship with the kids, and had to include all of them for this one, it turned out wayyy longer than planned, had to bring the family together :’). I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. ᡣ𐭩

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spidernuggets · 1 year ago

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hi i’ve never sent a request before so i’m super nervous- but all i can think about this the combination of this trend https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8GtUCqV/ and jason todd

maybe something happens on patrol and jason doesn’t tell the reader, but not telling the reader what happens is a long bad habit he has, so reader finally leaves and jason breaks…

idk it’s up to your interpretation but i can’t see the trend without jason brain rot

Jason Todd x Reader

"Please- Please stay, I need you, oh God, please"

Jason was instructed to return to the Batcave to stitch up some injuries. But he was dizzy. His head was cloudy. He couldn't think straight. He couldn't stop looking at the blood on his hands.

Even when he spent 10 minutes scrubbing and washing them, he still couldn't stop looking at his hands.

"Are you feeling well, Master Todd?" Alfred asks, concern spread across his face as he prepared cleaning essentis for Jaso . Alfred didn't want to admit it, but he somewhat favoured Jason. He taught Jason patience, initiative, and even cooking. Even with their shared birthday, Alfred couldn't help but grow fond for Jason more than the other Batkids. But he'd never let anyone else know.

The question made Jason sniffle. Alfred paused from wiping the dried blood off Jason's shoulder.

"Master Todd?"

"She was 11, Alfred. She was just a child, and she died. I wasn't fast enough. I failed her," He whimpered. The kid he was talking about lived in Crime Alley, a few blocks down from where he used to grow up.

A new drug ring was rounding up kids in poverty, particularly those who lived around Crime Alley, to work in their establishment. But when Batman found out about this, their escape route was to blow up the evidence. Almost all the kids got out. But after a head count, Jason realised one person was missing.

That's when he heard an ear-piercing scream from. the building. He started to run towards the warehouse, but as soon as he reached the door, the whole building collapsed right in front of him.

But the fallen debris didn't stop him from going in. He had hope that the girl managed to survive, that somehow, a miracle occurred, and that she was able to avoid any severe injuries and cheat death.

But there was no mircale. Jason was slapped in the face with the harsh reality when he stumbled across the limp body that was contorted through wooden beams and metal pipes.

Jason's heart ached, his chest grew heavy, and his head throbbed.

He fell to his knees, cradling the girl's head in his hands as his sobs pierced the silence.

As Dick found him, he placed a hand to his shoulder. He promised Jason that she'd have a proper bed to rest in. A proper place to be in peace. They'd find the comfiest casket they could find and have her buried where wild, beautiful flowers grew.

The body was put into Dick's care as Jason didn't trust Bruce with the promises that Dick proposed.

As Alfred listened to Jason's cried, he knelt down beside him, forhead resting against his bicep and assured him that he did his best, and that the little girl still would've seen him as a hero.

Jason didn't know who the girl was. He doesn't know most of the kids in Crime Alley. But he knows what they're going through. He know the hard times they will face. So he sees them as family. He sees them as his family.

When Jason returned to your shared apartment, your head popped out from your bedroom door. You were excited to see Jason, but when you saw his exhausted, melancholic, and baggy eyes, you knew he was going through something again. You just didn't know what. But you wanted to know. You wanted to know so you could help him.

You jogged over to him, about to cup his face with your hands, but he raised his arm, stopping yours from going up any further.

"Not today, I- I just can't," He murmured, walking to your shared room. Your heart broke. You wished there was something you could do to help him. But this wasn't the first time he shrugged away your comfort.

Every breakdown, episode, and mental collapse he has after coming back from wherever he's out to, he ignores you, avoids eye contact, shuts you out. He never tells you why he's so depressed looking. All the times before, you asked why he won't talk to you, in which his response always remained "You wouldn't understand." He's always be less down the next morning.

But the sun's rays crack through your curtains, waking you up from your deep slumber. You see Jason's vare back facing you, his body at the edge of the bed. You believed he's in a better moor, so you decide to get up before him and whip uo some breakfast for him.

French toast always did it for him. For you too. It was the two of you's comfort food. It was warm, not too sweet, both crispy and soft. It was perfect.

So, while the battered bread laid in the pan, you began to cut the leaves off the strawberries. That's when you heard his heavy footsteps coming your way.

No matter what, when he wakes up, giving you a kiss on the forhead is the first thing he does. But when you go towards him to offer a hug, he swerves, walking towards the fridge.

Whatever happened last night must've taken a harsh toll on him. You lowered the fire on the stive and called out to him.

"Jay? Jay, what happened last night?" You softly ask. In response, Jason grunts, telling you it was nothing and that it was a really long night.

Then, you swutched off the stove completely to prevent your apartment from burning down.

"Bullshit," you say. Jason doesn't even turn to face you as he's pouring himself a glass of water. "Jason, you look exhausted. You look dead! What the hell happened last night that could've possibly made you this way??" You raised your voice. You couldn't help it. You were so worried for him, and he wasn't giving you any answers.

"Nothing fucking happened!" He yells. "Even if something did, it's none of your business because not a chance in hell would you understand!"

You stand there, staring at him in disbelief. "Jason." He pauses when you say his full name. It sounded unfamiliar. You haven’t called him 'Jason' in a long while. It's always been Jay or some pet name.

"I have always been by your side. I've been on your side when you've made the most dumb, impulsive decisions. But not once have I doubted you. But right now, it's- it's like you don't want me on your side. Like.. you just keep pushing me away with no answers. Jason, I'm never going to stop being on your side, but I can't do that if you just keep shutting me out." You're tired of trying to keeo uo with Jason's mysteries. You'd be lying if you said you didn't try to follow him to wherever he's always off to. But he always vanishes whenever you think you found the answers.

You went into your bedroom, grabbed a small bag, and shoved some clothes in it. Jason rushed behind you, leaning against the doorframe. His eyes are wide, and he's in disbelief.

"W-wait. What're you doing??" He asks, trying to catch his breath.

"I- I can't, Jason. Listen, we both need space right now. You're going through something and won't let me help, and I.. I just feel so useless right now, okay? I don't know.. We just need a break, alright?" You tiredly say, throwing your bag over your shoulder.

You were about to pass him, but he blocks the doorway, and unfortunately, his large frame is in the way of any possible chance of getting through.

"Jason, move," you say, almost getting annoyed.

Tears start to sting his eyes. "No, stop, please, I- I'm sorry, I-"

"Enough, Jason!" You cried. "Some separation will he best for the both of us!"

Jason's knees began to feel weak. His legs trembled, and slowly, he fell to his knees. Your eyes widen, surprised at this new action.

Jason takes your hands in his. "Please- Please stay, I need you, oh God, please," he says so quietly. He moves your hands to rest on his forhead, his eyes tight shut with tears dropping one by one.

Never have you seen Jason so vulnerable. "I'm sorry, please, I'l be better! I'll... I'll tell you everything! Every single detail, just please don't leave," he cries.

You tried so hard to be the one to call a break. But you guess you love Jason too much. "You promise, Jay?" You sighed. The nickname made Jason's heart race and his head shoot up to look at you. He nods rapidly.

"Yes, yes. I promise. I'll tell you everything. Just please don't leave me alone. And olease, please don't leave after I tell you," he begs. Your brows knit together, confused as to what he could mean. You nod, and Jason's breaths are stuttered as he gets up and you lead him to the bed.

And he completes his promises. From when he lived in Crime Alley to when he became Robin to when he died. When he became Red Hood to when he made a truce with Batman. And to when he failed to save the kid last night.

He told you everything.

And you just stared at him. No wonder Jason had always seemed so strong.

Tears continued to stream down Jason's cheeks as he looked straight forward, refusing to look at you.

"Jay," you called out to him, making him look at you. Your hands meet his cheeks, caressing them gently with your thumbs. "You've been through so much," you say sadly. You bring his head down to your shoulder, your lips lingering on his forhead. "I wish I could've been more so I could help you."

Jason shakes his head. "Don't say that," he barely whispers. "You are more. You're enough. You've helped me so much. I'm sorry I dragged you into this life. Maybe separation is the best for us," his voice cracks.

"No," you reply. "I promised I'd stay. I don't break my promises. And I'm not staying just because I promised you. I'm staying because I love you. Nothing's going to change that."

A sob escaped his throat as Jason buried his face further into your neck.

He always believed he was so selfish. Keeping you for himself while he has one of the most dangerous lives. He always believed you deserved better. But you stay.

For him.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #red hood #jason todd is my life #titans jason todd #dc titans #i love jason todd #jason todd titans #red hood x reader #jason todd headcanon

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crimsonwolf715 · 5 months ago

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I'm Not Sick, I'm Hungover

Jason walks out of his room, his head pounding from the hangover. He walks down the stairs to find Tim sitting at the table in sweatpants and a hoodie.

“Hey,” Jason says as he walks over to the fridge.

“Hey,” Tim echoes, sounding congested.

“Are you sick?” Jason asks, turning towards Tim.

Tim turns towards him, his face flush and a little swollen.

“Yeah, you are for sure sick,” Jason says.

Tim rolls his eyes. Jason grabs a bottle of water, then closes the fridge.

“Are you sick?” Tim asks.

“No, why?”

“Your eyes are bloodshot and you have your headache look on your face.”

“I’m not sick, I’m hungover.”

“Don’t tell Bruce.”

“I had zero plans to. Where is the Dark Knight?”

“Dealing with something downtown. He took Dick with him.”

“Ah, that explains why I haven’t heard him yet.”

Tim nods, then returns his attention to the book that he has on the table. Jason sits at the table and starts sipping water. Cass comes running down the stairs.

She looks at them. “Why aren’t you guys getting ready?” “Getting ready for what?” Jason asks.

“Bruce called all hands on deck,” Cass answers. “I’ll meet you guys there.”

She runs towards the library and Jason sighs. Tim looks up from his book.

“Bruce is gonna know you’re hungover if you go,” Tim says.

“Yeah, I know. Maybe if I keep the helmet on I can fool him ‘cause he’ll be distracted. Will you be fine here with Alfred?”

Tim nods. “Alfred already knows I’m sick. He ran to the store to get supplies for something because we’re out.”

Jason nods, then gets up. He ruffles Tim’s hair, then heads down to the Batcave.

When Jason gets to the scene, the loud noises start to give him a headache.

“Ugh, this is gonna suck, isn’t it?” he mutters.

He looks for any signs of his family amongst the dozens of people on the scene. What the scene is, Jason isn’t really sure. Some goon-looking people are being arrested, and some people are bringing out things like paintings and an ugly chair.

“Nice of you to join us, Hood,” Nightwing’s voice says from behind him.

He turns to see his older brother with a shit-eating grin.

“What do you want?” Jason asks.

“Just wondering if you actually listened to the call or you just took Orphan’s word for it.”

“I didn’t listen to it. What am I supposed to be doing?”

“There are still goons hiding out, so dealing with them is top priority.”

“Then why aren’t you doing that?” “Because Batman is working on that, I’m making sure that the officers are doing their jobs. That and talking to Oracle.”

Jason nods, then points at the building. “There?”

Dick nods. Jason heads towards the building and is so glad that the building’s insulated because he can barely hear the hubbub outside. He starts wandering the lower levels, running into Cass and Damian on different floors. Once he finally comes across a floor with none of his siblings or Dad, he starts checking the floor for goons.

“Die!” a goon screams, running towards Jason with a bat.

Jason grabs a pipe off the floor and throws it at the guy. While the guy just dodges it, he stops yelling. Jason grabs the man’s wrist as he tries to hit him with the bat and snaps it. The guy cries out, so Jason punches him in the mouth.

“I am in no mood for your loud noises,” Jason says. “So stay quiet and I won’t hurt you anymore. Is anyone else on this floor? Nod or shake your head.”

The guy shakes his head. “Batman got the rest of them. I hid and managed to get out.”

Jason dislocates one of the man’s fingers, so he shuts up.

“Thank you,” Jason says.

“There you are, Hood,” Batman’s voice says from behind him.

He turns. “Hey, Batman. I found a straggler,” Jason replies.

“Good work. We’ve cleared the rest of the building, so bring him up to the police.”

“Yes, sir.” Jason gives him a little salute and Batman shakes his head before heading upstairs.

“Alright,” Jason says, turning back towards the goon. “Who do you belong to?”

“What?”

“What villain were you assisting?”

“Penguin,” he answers.

Jason grabs him by his not broken wrist and starts dragging him up the stairs back towards the surface level. When they get up there, Jason throws the guy at the nearest officer. The officer and the guy go down and Jason starts quietly laughing.

Dick jogs over there and helps the officer up. “Sorry about Hood, he seems to be off today.”

The officer takes the goon towards the cars and Dick walks over to Jason.

“Stop laughing,” he demands.

Jason stops laughing.

“What is wrong with you today? You look off.”

“Nothing,” Jason answers, shrugging.

“We need to get a move on!” Gordon shouts.

“Yes, sir!” the officers shout back.

Jason cringes.

“Are you sick?” Dick asks.

“No,” Jason answers.

“Batman, Hood’s sick!” Dick shouts.

Jason cringes again. “I’m not sick, I just said that.”

“Yeah, but the rest of you disagrees with your words.”

Bruce walks over. “What are you two bickering about?”

“He thinks I’m sick when I’m not,” Jason answers.

“That’s because everything about him says he’s sick.”

Jason flips him off as Bruce folds his arms.

“I’m not sick, I swear,” Jason says.

“Okay, but you’re getting checked out when we get back,” Bruce replies, then heads back over towards Gordon.

Once Batman’s done talking to Gordon, he wrangles his children and gets them back to the Batcave.

Jason comes upstairs with Cass, since Bruce had to drop Damian off at Jon’s house. Cass gives him a look he can’t quite read, then heads upstairs. Alfred comes downstairs not long after. Jason sits down at the kitchen table and puts his head in his arms. After a minute, he feels a hand on his shoulder. He puts his hand on the hand on his shoulder.

“What do you want, Bruce?” Jason asks.

“You’re getting your temperature taken,” Bruce says.

“Mmhmm.”

Bruce gives Jason’s shoulder a gentle squeeze, so he picks his head up. Alfred takes his temperature.

“Well he’s not running a fever, sir,” Alfred says.

“Thank you, Alfred. I can take it from here,” Bruce replies.

Alfred nods, then heads back upstairs to check on Tim.

“Did you at least wait until you were off patrol to drink?” Bruce asks.

Jason sighs. “Yeah, of course.”

“At least you’re not too bad off,” Bruce says.

“Yeah, I already threw everything up on the way to the crime scene so I’m good to go, Dad,” Jason replies, giving Bruce a thumbs up.

Bruce facepalms and sighs. Jason laughs, which makes the corner of Bruce’s mouth turn up a little.

“Go get some rest, Jason. You probably feel bad.”

“That I do. I am gonna go check on Tim first though.”

“M’kay. Just don’t stay in there too long chatting.”

Jason nods, then heads upstairs. Tim’s door is open and he’s working on his laptop. He knocks on the door. Tim looks up from his computer. Jason walks in and takes Tim’s laptop.

“Hey, that’s mine,” Tim complains, several seconds after Jason takes it.

“You should be resting, not working,” Jason says, putting Tim’s computer on the desk by the window.

“But I have work due.”

“It can wait.”

“What if it can’t?”

“Then Bruce will deal with it.”

“Are you feeling better?” Tim asks.

“Mmhmm,” Jason hums.

“Then can you stay with me until Alfred gets back? Damian’s got a playdate with Jon.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Jason pulls the chair away from Tim’s desk and over to the bed. The two chat for a while, Jason doing most of the talking, before Tim passes out. Jason covers Tim up, then sits back in the chair. Jason dozes off not long after Tim does.

Bruce walks to the doorway of Tim’s room. He sees Jason and Tim, both asleep, and smiles. He hears footsteps and glances in the direction.

“Jason alright?” Dick asks as he walks over.

Bruce nods. “Hangover.”

“Oops. I yelled. Never mind, he deserves that for going out.”

“I think you should all take better care of yourselves.”

“Coming from the king of not taking care of himself.”

“Why would I need to do that when you all take such spectacular care of me?” Bruce asks. “And yes, this is more of a do as I say, not as I do situation.”

Dick nods.

“What’s wrong with Jason?” Cass asks, popping up next to Dick.

Bruce watches Dick tense up for a moment.

“He has a hangover,” Bruce answers.

“Okay, good. I couldn’t really tell but I knew that something was off earlier.”

“Very observant of you,” Bruce praises her.

She smiles, then heads downstairs.

“She’s paying more attention to them lately,” Bruce says.

“Them?” Dick asks.

“Jason and Tim.”

“Ah. Then it’s because they’re less likely to take care of themselves and she’s become aware of that.”

Bruce nods. “Let’s let them sleep.”

“Yeah, we can discuss the patrol schedule.”

#sicktember 2024 #sicktember #no.1 #batman #batfamily #batfam #jason todd #tim drake #cassandra cain #dick grayson #bruce wayne #jim gordon #damian wayne #alfred pennyworth #gotham city #sickfic #hangover #minor violence

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battymommastuff · 2 years ago

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The Loop [Heartaches by the Number]

Batmom x Batfamily

Prompt: Someone please make it stop. This had gone on for too long...

Masterlist Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

TW: DARK THEMES AND DEATH

Who knew the quiet would make you so uncomfortable. You were used to it after all. Most of your nights were spent with you in the quiet, and alone. Today felt different, those stares that you got once you stepped out of the bathroom...it was odd. Especially the one you got from your husband. What is going on with them? Were they really not excited about breakfast? You always made it the same every year. Were they just lying to make you feel better? God, you hoped not. Maybe you should have let Alfred prepare the meal. Nevertheless, you were going to power through this morning.

While you were slicing the bacon, an odd sense of Deja Vu came over you. Of course, you've done this same thing every year...but why did it feel like you just did this? Thinking you were having a blank moment, you turned around to see if there was already sliced bacon. There wasn't. "Today is so strange." You muttered before you went back to the bacon.

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"We have nine hours until she dies again. That is...if this loop repeats again." Duke said, seeming to be the only one who is trying to plan. Bruce and Damian were stuck in their own worlds. The last two loops really destroyed both of them. Jason was busy taking his anger out on a punching bag, and Dick was glued to the cameras.

Barbara, Stephanie, Cass, and Tim were the only ones who were listening to what Duke had to say. "The first time was a public event, the second, she was out in public. The third she left Gotham. Each instance, she was in a spot that someone can get to her or sabotage a plane." Duke then pointed to the cliche, big red button by the BatComputer, "The obvious plan is to put her on lockdown. Keep anyone from getting to her. No place is safer than the Batcave."

Duke's plan seemed to reignite the dying hope that had filled the room. "That's genius. This place is like a fortress!" Tim said then high-fived Duke. Dick had now made his way over to the table and looked around at everyone.

"We spilt again. This is a good plan, but he can't guarantee that it'll work. Half of us will stay here with Mom, and half of us will continue our investigation." Dick then turned to Jason who was wiping some sweat with his t-shirt, "Jason, what did we get from the previous loop?"

"It's obviously something magical, and it's only affecting us. It all goes back to the fight with the League. Something happened during the fight, and now we are trapped. What were we doing before we woke up?" Jason pressed his hand to his forehead hoping to remember. Each loop always made things fuzzier as time went on. "CONSTANTINE!" He suddenly exclaimed then lifted his head up. "We were going to contact Constantine before we woke up. He might have some sort of clue.

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"A movie marathon? In the BatCave? Is Bruce alright with this?" You asked as you balanced a tray of eggs, and pancakes down the rocky steps to the Batcave. After finishing your large meal, you were surrounded by Duke, Stephanie, Cass, and Barbara. Each of them begging for you to spend time with them in the Batcave. You didn't get the chance to agree before they were grabbing the food and leading you downstairs.

"Bruce told us to...he's taking the others with him for official Batman business." Well that was heartbreaking. You weren't going to spend your birthday with your entire family. You hoped whatever it was...it was important. And you hoped that they stayed safe.

Meanwhile, Bruce, Tim, Jason, and Dick were standing in the ballroom of the manor. Alfred was busy painting a symbol on the floor, "Are you positive this will summon him? This paint will be a pain to get out of the floor, Master Bruce." Alfred asked as he finished the last symbol.

"I'm sure, I watched Zatanna use it before. Let's just hope he's clothed this time." Bruce mumbled and the symbol started to glow softly then got brighter and brighter. Suddenly John Constantine appeared, a bottle of rum in his hand and a pair of rainbow sunglasses on his face.

"Well this isn't the Pride Festival..." He grumbled then turned around to see several brooding faces, "Aye Bruce! How are ya, batsy?" He asked, once again failing to crack that stone cold face, "One day...I'll get you to smile." John pushed his sungless up onto his head, then set the bottle down on the ground. If he was being summoned by Batman, then it was something serious.

"We're stuck in a time loop. This is our fourth time reliving this day. Each day, my wife dies...then we wake up." Bruce explained then stepped closer to John, "If anyone knows what spell or curse is on us, its you." He wasn't wasting any time. They had eleven hours left to find their solution. They weren't doing this a fifth time.

John rubbed his chin as he mentally went through any spell, curse, and cursed object that he knew of. He's heard of something like this before, but it was so fuzzy. Like something was keeping him from figuring it out. It was right there...it was so close. John's eyes then widened. It wasn't close as in his mind...it was physically close to him. Whatever is causing this is in the house.

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You were enjoying your movie day in the Batcave when you heard a familiar accent followed by several voices telling him to stay out of the cave. John made his way down the stairs of the Batcave. His senses had him on the move, and like a dog; He was following it. John stood in the middle of the Batcave and looked around. So many objects with darkness and demons attached to them, it was almost suffocating.

"John? What are you doing here?" You asked as you set your empty plate onto the arm rest of the chair. Your question was unanswered, whatever John was doing, he was focused. John kept looking around until he spotted the thing he was looking for.

"Where did you get that?" He asked as he pointed to the object. It was the same object that they had gotten from the League. You looked over at it curiously. You thought it was some fancy paper weight, but that seemed to not be the case.

"What are you talking about? There's nothing there?" Bruce said, confused. There was nothing there. Just an empty space. At least that's what he felt like he should say. It felt like someone was telling him what to say and how to react.

"There's something there, Bruce. Look." John said as he stepped closer to your husband. You glanced around at your children to see them all glaring at John. As if something was overtaking their minds. Bruce looked again, and saw nothing, "With the corner of your eyes. What do you see?" He asked, and Bruce used his peripheral vision. As if the most horrifying monster was standing there, he saw the object that John was talking about.

He felt his heart start racing and sweat started rolling down his forehead. Something was telling him to look away. To get John out of there. Something wanted him to ignore whatever was sitting there. This action was being repeated by the rest of the children. Except for Duke, who looked almost as confused as You did.

"You're cheating, John."

A sickly, and terrifying voice filled the air and just made the growing panic worse. John smirked as his entire aura shifted, "I'm the one who's cheating? I never knew there were rules to this game." He called out while staring right at the object.

"It's my game, we plan how I want. You're cheating, and now she suffers."

After that, the voice went quiet and you felt your chest get tight. Your knees gave out as you clutched your shirt above the place where your heart was. Instead of being surrounded by your family, or a loving goodbye, your family just collapsed to the floor and started seizing. Each one of them was shaking and foaming at the mouth.

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"Dammit, I lost them again."

"Duke, how are their vitals?"

"They're spiking, but it's fine. Any more stress, and they'll all go into cardiac arrest."

"We have to go again. Bring me the music box."

"They'll figure it out, John. We'll save them."

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Bruce sat up in his bed, he tangled his fingers into his hair in frustration. What the hell was that? This was the first loop that they were affected in. What did it all mean?

His thoughts were interrupted when you stepped out of the bathroom, "Goodmorning my love, are you excited for breakfast?"

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Against Me

Jason Todd x (Fem) Reader

- ANGST -

TW: Nothing brutal or dark written in this fanfic, just a few cuss words. Normally by Jason Todd. Just (Y/n) going through a terrible heartbreak ☹

Summary : You had a talk with Jason at the apartment right after the Black Mask incident. To reason with him about why killing criminals isn’t the right way to make the world a better place.

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Bruce forbids you to go and talk to Jason. Not after what he brutally did. You heard the two argue in the batcave with Alfred trying to calm them down. Your whole world watching the two bickering at each other’s throats. Jason killed Black Mask while on the ship, endlessly beating him to a pulp and shot him through the head afterwards. Bruce couldn’t allow this to happen. Even though it just did. So he confronted Jason furiously about the incident.

Alfred couldn’t stand them arguing, he tried his best to help them. As for Dick, well, as much as he wants to lend Alfred a hand. He stepped back because he would rather not be involved between Red Hood and Batman.

After the argument ended, Jason stormed back to his apartment. You tried to go after him but Bruce stopped you, telling you to stay away from him. Dick agreed with Bruce that you should keep your distance from Jason. You ignored their order, hopping on your bike to go to Jason’s apartment.

Eventually you reached his place, rushing off only to see the apartment door was slightly left open.Your heart struck a panic through your body, placing your hand on the knob, opening it fully to see if he was still inside, “Jason? Jason, are you still here?” You called out, closing the door quickly before twisting the knob to shut it, “Jason, we need to talk, please…”

“About what?” Jason revealed himself, coming out of his room seeing that he’s packing his things in his red backpack. He was going to leave Gotham.

“Is it true? That you killed Black Mask?” He didn’t consider expecting you to ask him that. With a cold-killing gaze, Jason walked over to you , “I did. The bastard deserves it. I beat him to a pulp and shot his brains out.” He answered heartlessly.

You shake your head in disapproval, wishing that he didn’t say what he just did, “Jason, this isn’t how we do things around Gotham. We don’t kill.”

Jason threw his backpack angrily onto the floor, turning his furious scowl away from you, “You’re starting to sound like that old man. I’m doing things that he won’t do. I’m taking them all down!” He landed a hard punch towards the wall, consumed with anger and resentment. Causing you a little startlement, you took a step back. His outrage scares you, “J-Jason…”

“It’s always Bruce and his fucking moral codes.” His voice is still poisoned with outbursting hatred, “Do you know how many times the criminals escaped from Arkham Asylum? Criminals like Penguin, Scarecrow, Riddler, Mad Hatter and many others?!”

Your lips remained sealed, hesitating to answer his question. His behaviour worries you completely. “If you keep this up, Jason, you will never go back. I don’t want you to walk down that path. The more you kill, the more rage it will consume your body and soul. Your mind will be trapped in the dark forever.” You explained, conceiving him to change his ways on to deal with criminals in Gotham City, “I’m not a vigilante like you, Dick, or Bruce. I may not be one but all I know is that there are ways to solve the situation but that does not include killing. If you do that, you’ll be stuck there forever.”

Jason turned to glare at you silently before speaking up, his muscles tensing with bursting veins crawling through his skin. You can still sense the anger within him. Still praying and hoping that he will listen to you…but he didn’t

“I thought we were in this together, (Y/n). On the same side, you and I. Seems like I was wrong.” Jason began to doubt you, your body shaken by his words. It hurts to admit that he was right. “I thought you were the only one that understood me better than anyone…” he threw his backpack over his muscular shoulder, walking past you to the apartment door. You slightly opened your cold lips, then zipped it close not knowing what last words you wish to say to the man who’s breaking your heart as he leaves you.

Jason opened the door, looking over his shoulder to see you’re not facing his direction as he said his last words to you, “I don’t care what people think of me anymore. If you’re not with me, (Y/n)....then you’re against me.” He slammed the door and left, leaving you all alone in the apartment.

The man you deeply care about so much…

The one you loved more than anything…walked out of your life forever.

You dropped your knees to the floor, a river of heart-breaking tears streaming down your cheeks. Crying in your hands after watching him leave…

A Month Later…

Things haven’t been the same ever since Jason left Gotham and decided to leave somewhere else. He didn’t tell you where he was currently going before he even left his old apartment. Gotham is still falling into madness. Nothing ever changes there. Criminals roaming through the city as they rob banks, steal from people and commit other similar crimes. It’s a good thing Batman is around. Nightwing too. Normally he remains Bludhaven to protect the town but he helps out Batman sometimes.

Alfred constantly checks on you to see if you are holding up alright. He noticed that you haven’t been keeping up with your daily meals every time he cooks you something. He even tried to comfort you. He knows how much Jason means to you.

‘If you’re not with me….then you’re against me…’

His words haunted your mind and soul, crawling through your broken heart. All the memories you made with your former lover, how could you possibly forget? He was your first love too. With him gone…

It’s like you lost an important part of yourself…

You think about him every single day nonstop. Trying to erase him from your heart didn’t solve the heartbreak you’re going through at the moment. Finding it difficult to move on. Your heart aches whenever a memory of Jason continues to plant every inch of your mind.

Denying how much you miss Jason hurts so much. It made you painfully wanna throw up and snap yourself into pieces. Screaming inside with an aching heart.

Forever trapped in a mind full of memories of your first love…

a/n - Before anyone ask. NO, I will not be writing a part two for this because this looks better as it is. So, please don't force me to write a sequel for this. Thank you.

UNTIL NEXT TIME 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

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epiemy · 1 year ago

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Jason Todd x Fem!Reader from our reality! Pt. 2

Warnings: just cursing (you’re a crazy bitch and Jason too)

Part 2 of 5 - Part 1

A/N: I missed this app so fucking much but I’m back :) hope you like this part of a series project.

Sorry for Grammar mistakes, enjoy!

"Oh boy, we are going to have a big job with this one." Words from a tired Jason.

“Hey, I’m still here, you know that?” You speak in disbelief. It still felt like a dream, where else would you get to see your favorite characters? You had never been able to shift before, so you faithfully doubted that was the case.

Jason just rolls his eyes saying “Unfortunately I noticed, you won't shut up for a single second” - and there goes your sympathy with him.

“Why are pretty people always jerks? - You're an exception Dick, shush” You say but stop as soon as you see Batman's cloak coming towards you, no longer able to control it, you end up smiling more than you've ever seen in your life, after all he was her childhood hero “My gods, Bruce Wayne? Batman? I could pass out!”

“Jason, no!” Dick speaks in warning before the youngest even opens his mouth, but even so he lets out a sneer and says:

“I could make YOU pass out” Jay mutters and you give him the middle finger “You already did that, idiot”, turning your attention to Bruce.

“Why is there a teenager in the cave, who apparently knows our secret identities? I'm only going to ask once” Batman speaks monotone and looks at the boys with his arms crossed and his mask removed.

“Ehm… well… funny story” Tim starts to say while scratching his head lightly, but Jason rolls his eyes.

“I brought her here, I heard some druggies talking about a girl falling from the sky and I went to check it out. I don't know how a demon can fall from the sky but there she is” He speaks ironically and you just stick out your tongue, murmuring that the only demon in this house was him. The boy continues “When I got close to her, she was cursing more than a sailor and had a fangirl attack shouting “Jaaaaason”, I erased her and brought her here. History end"

Bruce raises an eyebrow at Jason and sighs deeply, rubbing his temples. He honestly needed a break from all this, he couldn't take it anymore. “Currently, Barry informed us that there was a rupture of some barrier between universes caused by some meta, it turns out that she was brought from another reality and that is possibly why she knows our identities. Am I correct, miss..?”

“Y/n, and yes you are right. Finally someone with neurons- no offense Timmy” You mutter and the boy just shrugs, then continues talking “If the kid idiots had listened to me instead of fainting, I would have told them that in my reality you are all characters from a brand , so I theoretically know everything about each of you.” There was a silent pause “That seemed kind of scary, my bad.”

Minutes later, Bruce releases you from the place where you were tied up “As long as we don't know what happened, you are welcome to stay in the mansion, Alfred is already aware of this conversation and will prepare a room for you” He speaks calmly, you he just nods with a small smile in gratitude. He turns to his children “You. I want everyone in the mansion during this time, apparently you don't have an alternative version of her in this universe and she will have to stay here for some time, so we need to train her” He says leaving the Batcave.

“Soooo… Dick, can you and your nice ass show me my new room?” You say with a wide smile and you only hear Jason snort in the corner “What’s up, red bird? Do you want to show me instead of Richard? Come on come on, take me then” A hand sign is made by you, as you walk towards some stairs where Bruce had gone but Jason grabs your waist, changing the direction to the left “Oopsie, thanks kitty” You hear the laughter behind you.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Jason says, walking up the correct floors with you.

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thebigbadbatswife · 1 year ago

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Internal Conflict (Part 3 of 3)

Pairing - Batman x F!Hero!Reader Series - Under Your Skin Part 1 here | Part 2 here

Summary - In the aftermath of Harley's ambush, you and Batman actually have a civil conversation with each other. Could this be a fresh start for the two of you?

Warnings -Potential medical inaccuracies. Injury mentions. I think that's it?

A/N - This is getting posted a lot later than I had wanted, but life happened and kept getting in the way. But it's here now and, as always, hope you all enjoy 💜

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The first thing that Bruce was aware of was the dull throb in the side of his head. He groaned as he opened his eyes only for him to immediately shut them again as the light assaulted them. His first thought was a concussion. Which made sense since the last thing he remembered was Harley and her damn mallet.

He opened his eyes again, this time slower. Giving them time to adjust to the bright lights of the batcave’s medbay so he didn’t overwhelm them again. Slowly, and certainly against what he should be doing, he began to move to sit up. He groaned again as he rested against the back of the bed. Fuck, it had been a while since he had last felt this bad.

Since he was still alive, it was safe for him to conclude that you had managed to deal with Harley. Not that he had doubted it, but he was mad. At you. At Harley. At himself. The fact that it had happened at all and only because you hadn’t listened to him to begin with. He exhaled slowly. Getting worked up was making the tension in his head worse. Besides, maybe if he tried to calm his anger before he saw you next, there might be a chance for the two of you to start over.

“Finally decided to rejoin us I see.” Alfred walked over to the medbay, silver tray in hand. A glass of water and a couple of slices of toast sat on the tray.

“How long was I out for?” he asked, reaching over for the water.

“Several days,” he replied. “Mr Kent brought you back to the cave.”

Clark had brought him back here? Then what had happened to you? Were you okay? Since Alfred was unable to tell him, having been focused on assessing just how badly injured Bruce was, he texted the last person he knew to have seen you.

“You could have just texted back,” Bruce grumbled as the Kryptonian approached his medical bed. He shrugged.

“I was going to come by anyway so I figured I’d just tell you in person,” Clark replied.

“So what happened? How is she?” he asked again, slowly getting more frustrated.

“She was shot and she needed surgery, but she’s wake and doing well.”

Some of the tension faded at hearing that you were doing well. Though his brow furrowed a the thought of you being shot. There was no doubt in his mind that you were pissed off yourself at everything that had happened. If he approached his future conversation with you with his own anger, he was sure that the distance that had already painfully grown between the two of you, would grow further. And that could put the entire team in jeopardy.

This could be his chance to fix things, but only if he managed to keep the conversation civil. Which meant swallowing his anger and doing his best to be more open and forthcoming. It was going to go against every instinct that he had, but it was likely the only way that was going to work to try and bridge this gap.

Now all he had to was wait for his opportunity to get out of here and back to the Watchtower.

The lights of the medbay were fluorescent and were making your eyes and head hurt. They had been since you had woken up here a few days ago. By all accounts you had got lucky. Very lucky. The worst of your injuries had been the bullet wound. You had needed surgery to remove it and repair the damage it caused. While your arm and ribs had been bruised down to the bone from the force and strength behind the throw and hitting the hard ground. You had been told that if you had landed just a little bit wrong, your arm likely would have snapped. Again, you were very lucky.

You don’t remember much of what happened after getting shot and triggering your SOS beacon. A lot of it blurring into one as shock settled in and you quickly lost blood.

You had yet to see or even hear from Batman yet. According to Dinah and Oliver, when they had come to visit you, Superman had taken him back to the batcave to recover there whilst Wonder Woman had made sure that Harley Quin was returned back behind bars.

As far as you knew, he had yet to return to the Watchtower. You were sure if he had by now, you would definitely know about it since you were sure he blamed you for the entire situation happening to begin with. Hell, you blamed yourself. You shouldn’t have allowed yourself to become distracted like that. If you hadn’t managed to take on the hyenas and Harley, your mistake would have got the both of you killed.

Since there were no complications following your injury and, other than the pain that radiated from your ribs that the painkillers you were on barely touched, you were good to go home and rest there.

It was a slow process for you to get your suit on, your body protesting every movement, making you curse under your breath. If you’d had any other clothing on the Watchtower you would have chosen those instead, but you didn’t. Your ruined suit was all that you had. You made a mental note to bring some the next time you came back. You were already dreading removing it again once you were finally home.

“You were shot, you should be resting.”

You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

“Not here to shout? Blame me for what happened?” There was no bite in your words. Between the pain and the lack of energy you couldn’t be bothered.

“No. I’m not.”

You stopped what you were doing and looked at him. What? Was he feeling alright? You scoffed. “Damn, she must have really hit you hard in your head huh?” You turned away again, returning your focus back on making sure all of your equipment was there.

You heard him sigh softly. “It’s not like that…”

“Then what is it like?”

It was a fair question, you thought. Considering he currently had you cornered in the medbay right now. And all you wanted was to get home.

“We really need to talk.”

You sighed, but nodded. For once, he wasn’t wrong and you had known from the moment you woke up that this was coming.

“About how I fucked up? About how I almost got both of us killed?” The anger in your voice, for once, wasn’t for him. The longer you had to dwell over all of if, the more mad you had got at yourself.

“About everything.”

“Everything?”

You looked at him again, an eyebrow raised. If he was anyone else, you would have assumed it was a joke. But you knew he was dead serious. Batman didn’t know how to joke.

“Really? Everything? Right here where anyone can overhear us?” You gestured to the wide open space of the medbay around you. Batman looked around and then gestured with his head for you to follow him.

You followed him through the Watchtower at a pace that didn’t aggravate your injuries too much. You were sure he noticed because he adjusted his own pace to match yours, while still staying ahead of you. He led you into his laboratory. As soon as you both entered the room, he locked the door. Now the only concern was Superman, though something told you that he likely already knew so what the hell did it matter anyway?

You didn’t wait for him to offer you a seat, instead grabbing the nearest chair and carefully lowering yourself onto it. You could feel his eyes on you the entire time.

“I’m fine. It’s not the first time I’ve been shot.”

“Doesn’t matter if it’s the first time or the hundredth time, that’s still a severe injury. Not to forget the amount of bruising you have,” he replied.

“Thought medical records were supposed to be confidential? Even here?”

“Superman told me about you needing surgery for the bullet and, taking my strength into account and the hard flooring, it would make sense that you either broke something or ended up badly bruised,” he said very matter of factly.

You nodded. “So where are we even supposed to start after months of bullshit started by both of us?”

He hummed, but didn’t say anything. Which made you scoff as you realised.

“Really? You tell me I should be resting, considering I was shot, then you say we need to talk and you don’t even know where to start? Fuck me.” Your pain killers were starting to wear off and your patience for him was wearing thin.

“In my defence, with how you’ve been ignoring me, I didn’t think we would even get this far.” His voice remained calm, as did his body language. There was no sign of him becoming agitated despite the fact that you had snapped.

“Then how about we start with Star City?”

The conversation between the two of you was a long one. The longest that you both had had without it ending in a yelling match or sex. It certainly came as a surprise. As did his honesty.

“I shouldn’t have snapped the way I did. I let my emotions take over and I shouldn’t have let that happen.”

“Was any of what you said true?”

He nodded. He had meant what he said about making sure you could handle the burden that came with saving the world on a semi regular basis. But he had come to the conclusion that you could handle it just fine within the first couple of months. His aim had been to try and hurt you and he had no excuse for it.

You never thought you would see the day that he actually held himself responsible for his own actions. It was also likely as close to a “sorry” as you were going to get. Which was fine as it was more than you had been expecting to begin with anyway.

“I didn’t have to yell like that, could have just walked away instead. But that doesn’t mean I regret what I said.”

“Most people don’t.”

“Yeah, I can’t imagine why,” you replied, a small smile forming on your lips. I wasn’t hard to imagine the amount of people who must have yelled at him in a similar way because of what a dick he was being.

It felt good to not need to have your guard up around him all the time, waiting for him to start on you. It was clear to you that this was his try at a do over between the two of you and you agreed. It was needed. It didn’t mean you had to be best friends with each other. With all that had transpired you doubted that would possible, but if you could be on friendly terms, it would benefit the rest of the League a lot more.

By now your pain killers had fully worn off. Batman noticed before you could even say anything. He was up and out of his chair and left the room, without even a word to you. Which had left you wondering “”what the hell?”. Your confusion was answered when he returned with pills and a bottle of water in hand.

“I could’ve got them myself. I’m not completely helpless,” you said as he handed them both over. He shrugged and took his seat again. You muttered a thank you before chasing the pills down with the water.

Whilst you were waiting for the medication to kick in, he decided to keep the conversation going. Making sure that there was no chance for an uncomfortable silence.

“I never should have dragged you into that storage room to begin with. Clearly it made everything between us worse.”

His words almost had you choking on your water as you snorted.

“I could have escaped your grip and told you to go fuck yourself,” you replied, with a small shrug. “We’re both to blame for the way that escalated.”

It was the truth. You didn’t have to go along with him any time it had happened. You could have easily walked away whenever and you hadn’t until you had finally hit your breaking point. Things never should have been allowed to escalate that far, but both of you had let it. You knew that. As you were sure that he did as well.

Batman nodded in agreement. “Are we good now?” he asked.

“I mean, we’re better than we were. I think at least. Definitely not bestie though,” you replied.

“Of course not. That would be too far.”

You looked at him like he had just turned into his name sake. Had he just tried to joke? Today was just filled with firsts, it seemed. And it took you off guard enough for a small chuckle, which you immediately regretted as pain flared through you.

“You should get home and rest,” he said, standing up and he offered you his hand. You decided to take it. Anything to make your life just a little bit easier right now.

“I was trying to, you know, until you decided that you wanted to talk.” Your tone is lighthearted, making sure that there is no malice within it. He scoffed softly.

Batman walked with you toward the zeta tubes. Which you were sure the others would deem a strange sight if they saw it considering your past with each other. You activated the console and selected your destination. As the machine powered up, you felt his hand on your shoulder, prompting you to look at him.

“Since you’re already involved now, and the way you handled Harley, when you’re fully healed, I want your continued help on my current case.”

“You haven’t told anyone else yet?”

He shook his head. “I still need some to time to go through everything from the funhouse. Once I’m finished then I’ll inform the rest of the team, but since I involved you first, I thought I would ask for your help before going to anyone else.”

You nodded. You were sure it was taking him a lot to be so open. Hell, even asking for help, again, probably went against everything within him.

“Yeah, of course. You can count on me.”

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viceofdionysus · 2 months ago

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Blood Like Wine: Chapter 4 - Ignite (🦇)

Vampire!Alfred x F!Reader

WC: 9k Rating: 18+

As the stakes continue to raise, an invitation to a Ball gives you a chance to delve deeper into the supernatural community.

Contains: Explosions, sword fights, injuries, flirting, biting, clit play, mutiple orgasms, oral (f!receiving), hair pulling, PiV

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You take a step backwards, eyes never leaving the hulking figure in front of you. His expression is indecipherable, hidden behind the cowl. Your mind races, fitting the pieces together.

The Batman raises a hand, trying to exude calm. A slim figure slips out of the shadows behind him, all feline grace.

“It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you.”

“Moon?”

Slowly you turn and meet Alfred’s worried gaze.

“Hi?”

“Let's get you back upstairs.” Alfred reaches for you, but you shift out of his reach.

“No,” you straighten, “I want to know what's going on.”

Alfred looks past you, at the Batman. They share a silent conversation, Alfred shaking his head and nodding in equal measure.

“You should tell her. She deserves to know.”

Her voice bounces around your mind as you realize you know it.

“Selina?” You don't turn towards her, but you know.

“Hi honey.” It's followed by the sounds of a fiercely whispered argument. You can't tell for sure, but you think Selina is winning.

“Okay.” The voice behind you is different now. The last piece clicks into place.

“Bruce?”

Alfred sighs and steps towards you. After a moment of hesitation, you step towards him.

“This isn’t how I wanted to tell you.” He smiles ruefully, “But since you’re here, we’ll make the best of it. Master Bruce, why don’t you and Ms.Kyle go change into something more casual and I’ll show moon around.”

It sounds like a suggestion, but you can hear the firm order beneath his words. Behind you, footsteps retreat until there’s nothing but silence. Alfred offers you his arm, but you’re stopped by the box in your hands.

“You can set that anywhere.”

You set it carefully on a desk, making sure it’s not going to fall before you turn back to him. He offers you his arm again and this time you slip yours through it.

“So this is The Batman’s secret lair?” You ask, your voice echoing.

Alfred chuckles, “Please, don’t tell Master Bruce that you call it that, he’ll be insufferable for weeks.”

You laugh, feeling yourself lighten, “So what do you call it?”

“The Batcave.” You can hear the long suffering in his voice, “Master Bruce insisted on the name.”

He leads you through the cave, pointing out various areas. You listen with growing amazement and curiosity. He comes to a stop by a set of large white boards, covered in two distinctive handwritings.

“This is me.” It's not a question, but Alfred nods anyway.

You turn slowly, looking over everything. “That’s the woman I dreamed of.” She looks out at you from a photo, her mouth turning up in a smile.

“Her name was Matilda Moondragon. She was the leader of the Starfall Coven.”

“Was.”

“She was found dead earlier this week. Without your vision, we may not have connected her death to the others.”

“Tell me about them, please.”

Alfred nods and guides you to a whiteboard on your left.

He explains carefully, pointing to different pieces of evidence, leaving pauses for you to ask questions. There are a lot of bits and pieces on the whiteboards. It should feel chaotic, but they have it laid out in a way that you can see the story unfolding. It looks like the Children of the Sun have been killing supernaturals throughout the city since the New Year. Your brow wrinkles, something not quite gelling.

“But if they are the ones doing this, why aren't they claiming it? The Children are the type to scream about this from the rooftops. So where is the bragging?”

Alfred smiles, “Very good.”

His praise sends a bolt of heat through you, leaving you swallowing hard.

“You're exactly right. The Children would have bragged about this. They would have wanted everyone to know they were doing this.”

“So someone is just trying to use them as a cover. But who?”

You meet his gaze as he frowns, “We don't know yet. But Bruce is doing his best.” He tugs his cuffs into order, “Now, what brought you down here?”

“Oh!” The mysterious package and letter had slipped your mind. You led Alfred back to them, turning to face him, “These were delivered and Dottie asked me to bring them to you. But you weren't in the library.”

“And yet you found us anyway.” His smile is fond, “My clever girl.”

Alfred picks up the envelope, but it remains a blank matte surface. He pulls out a slim knife from a drawer and carefully slits it open. A piece of black cardstock slides into his hand.

“It's The Bloody Queen's annual ball. We've been invited.” he looks up at you, “All four of us.”

His gaze flicks down to the box, his brows furrowing.

“That came with the envelope.”

He starts to lay a hand on it and then draws back. “Why don't you open it?” He smiles at your expression, “It's not dangerous. The Batcave's scanners would have alerted us if it was.”

“Okay,” You say, not entirely convinced.

The box is cool to the touch, as matte black as the invitation. You undo the silky ribbon letting it fall to the table. The lid opens to reveal a small black card nestled on a bed of tissue paper. You slide it loose, flipping it open.

“We were saddened to hear of the violent attack on your person. We do not condone such actions and we will be investing all our resources in an investigation. We know that this does not make up for your traumatic experience, but we hope that it will help lessen the burden. - The Bloody Queen.

Your brows wrinkling, you undo the wax seal on the tissue paper. It floats open to reveal black fabric.

“Oh wow.” You breathe.

You lift it, it’s many layers unfolding with a whisper.

Alfred looks over your shoulder with a smile, “She must really like you.”

🌹

The days leading up to the ball pass quickly. You fill your time as best you can, trying to keep your anxiety in check. Bruce spends the time looking over building plans and making contingencies.

“Is this normal?” You ask, leaning against the kitchen counter.

Alfred smiles, his hands busy with the sauce he's whisking.

“It's not unusual. Especially for him, he likes to be prepared.”

“And you?”

Alfred stops, turning to look at you, “I like to prepare in other ways.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, shifting to fill his wine glass, “And what ways are those?”

He turns off the burner, shifting the pan to a cold burner, before turning to face you fully. He takes the glass from you, taking a sip and nodding his approval. You smile at him as he presses his weight against you, pinning you against the counter. His glass clinks against the counter as he abandons it for your hips.

“It depends on what I'm preparing for,” His voice is low and husky, “But I'd be happy to show you.”

He tilts his head, taking your mouth slowly. He slides you into the kiss gently, before taking you deeper. Heat simmers in your core in answer. Your hands slide up his back, fisting in the back of his waistcoat. He rocks against you gently, drawing a pretty moan out of you. His tongue darts into your mouth, exploring and encouraging. Your tongue answers in kind, dancing over his fangs. He groans, pulling back.

“Moon.”

He rests his forehead against yours, listening to the flutter of your heart.

“Well, don't you two look cozy.”

Selina saunters into the kitchen, grinning. One of Bruce's shirts slides off her shoulder, obscuring her slender frame.

“Mrs. Kyle.”

She sends a mock pout at Alfred, “Always so formal, Mr. Pennyworth.”

You turn your face into his shoulder, hiding your grin. Alfred shoots you a look out of the corner of his eye.

“If you're hungry, dinner will be done soon.”

“Oh, I'd never dream of interrupting you two.” She takes a drink out of the fridge and slinks back to the door, “Besides Bruce and I just have so much to get done tonight.” She slips out of the kitchen and then pokes her head back around the frame. She shoots you a wink, “Well done darling. Make sure you leave him rumpled.”

“I'm trying,” You answer, grinning, “Go away.”

Her husky laughter drifts back to you..

“You want to rumple me?”

“You have no idea how much I want to rumple you.”

“Well, let's give it our best shot.”

He shifts, sliding his hands behind your thighs and lifting. He sets you carefully on the counter, leaning in to kiss you. His touch sends electricity through you, leaving you moaning.

He gently trails his fingers over your forearm, tracing where the wounds had been. A shiver races through you.

“Hey, Alfred we got results back on the evidence Selina...”

Bruce stops in the doorway, his voice failing him.

“Found. Selina found.”

“I'm going to install a lock on the door.” Alfred sighs.

You smile, smothering your laughter. You clear your throat and peek at Bruce over Alfred's head.

“Is that the evidence from my alley?”

“Yeah.” He hesitates, “We can go over it later.”

“Oh no,” Alfred says, “Why wait?”

Acidic annoyance drips from his voice and you have to duck your head to hide your mirth. He narrows his eyes at you.

“I'll bring the food down.”

“I'll help.” When he hesitates, you shake your head, “Let me help you, Alfred.”

Sighing, he nods. “Alright. We'll be right down.”

Bruce turns and leaves the kitchen as fast as he can.

“You know,” You muse, “You'd think he'd be less awkward around sex, especially since he's sleeping with Selina.”

“Oh, it's not the sex. It's that he's realizing I'm not a decrepit crypt keeper.”

The laughter bursts out before you can stop it. Alfred looks at you for a moment before joining you. When he finally gets his laughter under control, he looks up at you, blue eyes shining.

“Should we get down there and see what they found?”

“In a minute.”

You wrap a hand in his tie and tug him into you.

🍷

“Alright,” you squint at the screen, “What am I looking at?”

“It’s stachybotrys,” Bruce says, “Black mold.”

“So how does this help us?” You ask.

“It may help narrow down the places to look. And,” Alfred grimaces. He flicks his tablet and the map slides onto the whiteboard, “It's estimated that 25% of buildings in Gotham have black mold. And that number increases in the flood areas.”

“We'll keep looking. There's more evidence to sort through. In the meantime, I've put together some preparations for the ball. We're reasonably sure that something will happen, so it's best to be on the lookout. Selina has agreed to help us with surveillance.”

“I'll circle through the guests, keeping my ears open. If I hear anything I'll let Bruce know.”

“Moon and I will stay together. We'll mingle and enjoy ourselves, but keep an eye on the crowd.” Alfred says, looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

You bite your tongue to keep from restarting the argument you'd had when he first told you that. You'd wanted to be involved, but Alfred had been firm in his answer. He'd be okay with you going, but not with putting you in more danger than necessary. He meets your gaze and raises one eyebrow, as if he knows what you're thinking about. You smile at him and shrug, willing to finally accept the compromise. He reaches out and takes your hand, pressing it to his lips briefly before entwining his fingers with yours.

“Any questions about the plan?”

“What will you be doing, fearless leader? Hanging out in the shadows while the rest of us do the work?” Selina smiles, letting Bruce know she's teasing.

“I'll be mingling too.” The words sound pained. “If any of you report anything, I'll slip out and investigate.”

“The Bloody Queen employs top security, but even the best security is fallible, so be on watch.” Alfred says, leaning forward. “We've noted some possible weak points in the security and in the building.”

The screen changes, filling with schematics and profiles of security personnel.

“Take some time before tomorrow evening to familiarize yourself with these. If you have any questions, let me know.”

They go over some more information before Bruce calls the meeting to an end. You help Alfred carry the dishes upstairs, trying to calm the nerves that are dancing in your chest. In the kitchen, Alfred takes the dishes from you and loads them in the dishwasher. When his hands are free, he turns and tugs you into him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks as he wraps his arms around you.

“I know I pushed to come. And I still want to!” You rest your head against him, “I'm just nervous. What if something goes wrong?”

“Bruce and I always make sure to build safeguards into our plans. And if anything does go wrong, I will be right there with you. I won't let anything happen to you.”

There's a heavy promise in his voice, one that you know he won't break. You smile, feeling some of the nerves settle.

“Besides Moon, it's good to be a little nervous, keeps you alert.”

Comfort settles in your heart, your anxieties expelling with your breath. Alfred smiles, hearing the way your heart settles.

“Come on, you need to be well rested for tomorrow, Moon.”

You let him lead you out of the kitchen. He slides in his hand into yours as you walk through the hallways. At the door, you turn into him, sliding your hands over his chest.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” He hesitates, “I'll sleep better knowing you're with me. And I feel bad for taking over your room.”

“Alright,” He says, yielding to the softness in his heart.

Your smile reminds him of the sunshine and he knows he'll never be able to tell you no.

In the dark, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you against him. Your heat curls around him, warming parts of him he'd long forgotten about.

“Alfred?” Your soft question breaks the silence.

“Yes Moon?”

“Thank you.”

“Always.”

He listens to your breathing go slow and deep before letting himself consider sleep.

🍷

Alfred’s gently insistent alarm wakes you just before sunset.

“The sun isn't even down yet.” You grumble into the pillow.

You hear Alfred’s warm chuckle, “Go back to sleep, my Moon. I'll wake you in a little bit.”

You barely manage to make a noise in agreement before you're asleep again. Alfred takes a moment longer to lay next to you, enjoying the warmth of your body. He shifts closer and presses a kiss to your cheek before gently sliding out of bed.

The next time you slip out of sleep, there's a glass of water and a note waiting for you on the nightstand.

Moon, there's breakfast waiting for you in the library. Bruce asked me to run a few errands before the ball, but I'll be back in plenty of time. If you need me to pick anything up while I'm out, please let me know. Yours, Alfred.

Feeling entirely too gooey, you press the note against your chest, trying to etch the words into your heart.

There's a sharp chill in the air when you slip out of bed. You snag the first thing your fingers find, twirling the garment around your shoulders. Alfred's robe settles over you like a warm hug, you take a moment to turn your face into the collar, inhaling deeply.

When you reach the library, you find several covered dishes on a small table, enticing smells dancing up from them. Settled between them is a slender vase with a single blooming red rose. Another note is leaned against it.

My Moon, I thought you could use some comfort food, so I made you some of your favorites. Please enjoy and relax. I’ll see you soon. I can’t wait to dance with you at the ball. Yours, Alfred.

The world shifts under your feet for a moment before settling again. A soft warmth blooms in your chest, leaving you breathless.

“Oh.” You press a hand to your mouth, “Oh.”

Giddy laughter bubbles out of you, the sound of pure joy. Your legs wobble and you take a seat at the small table, letting the full weight of your realization settle over you. You let your head fall back, floating on your feelings for a moment. The scents from the plates tease you and your stomach rumbles in answer, drawing you back to reality. Still feeling a little giddy and weightless, you start lifting the covers off the plates, revealing Alfred’s creations. You hadn’t thought you could swoon anymore, but seeing some of your favorite dishes before you, lovingling created, has you tumbling again.

“Oh, Alfred.” You sigh, tucking the warmth in your chest into your heart, “What am I going to do?” The answer should be simple, but reality is always more complicated.

The first bite has flavors dancing over your tongue. Your moan has you feeling happy you’re alone in the library.

Nearly an hour later, the plates clean before you, you hear footsteps in the hallway. You tilt your head towards the sounds, angling so you can see Alfred coming into you. When he does, you smile at him, lifting a hand towards him. He immediately crosses to take it, kissing the back of it before linking his fingers with yours. He leans back for a moment, realizing what you’re wearing. The sight of you in his clothes as something possessive clawing in his chest. He swallows, forcing it back down, but he can’t cage the feeling entirely.

“Thank you.” You say softly, distracting him from the fight.

“Anything for you.” He says, “How are you feeling?”

“Better. Still a little disoriented, but better.”

“Good.” He cups your face with his other hand, “You’re radiant, my moon.”

You feel heat stirring in your core, watching as Alfred’s nose flairs.

“Moon.”

“I have to start getting ready.” You stand, turning into him.

You watch as you angle your head, leaning into him. Sparks burst behind his eyes as you slot your mouth to his, pulling him into heat and desire. There’s a low groan that he dimly recognises as his.

“Moon.” He whispers when you pull back. He feels you smile against his mouth.

“You have no idea how much I don’t want to stop.”

“I…do have some idea.”

“Oh,” You feel yourself heat, “I suppose you do.”

He forces his hands to his sides, “Go. Ms. Kyle is waiting for you.”

You nod, before fist your hands in his jacket and pulling him into a quick kiss.

After you’ve left the library, he gives himself a moment to just breathe, willing himself to settle. And then he takes another moment to let himself feel. The clock chimes out the time, pulling him out of his thoughts. He takes a deep breath and starts collecting the dishes. He could leave them for Dotty, but he desperately needs to do something with his hands.

In the bedroom, you find Selina waiting for you, her hands on her hips, an army of beauty products spread out on the bed behind you.

“It’s about time.” she shoves a slender box at you.

“I…what?” Reflexively you grasp the box, confusion zips through you before you remember Alfred’s words. But you don’t remember talking to Selina about this.

“Makeup, hair.” She points a finger at you.

“You don’t have to,” You start and she rolls her eyes.

“Please.” She draws in a deep breath and you see her relax, “Let me do this for you.”

“You’re worried about me.” You realize.

“You’re not like us. Vampire, dhampir, shifter.”

“Human.” You finish.

She walks over to you and cups your face, “I know that doesn’t make you less than us, but it does make you vulnerable in ways that we’re not. So you need as many advantages as you can get.” She gestures to the box, “From Ivy, for tonight.”

“And makeup and hair,”

“Can be as good or better than any armor Bruce could give you.”

“Selina, you are a good person.”

She clears her throat and steps back, “Well don’t go spreading that around.”

“I put myself in your expert hands,” You tip your head towards her. “Paint me as you see fit maestro.”

She laughs and motions you to the bed, “Sit here.”

“Selina?” You ask as you sit.

“Yeah, babe?”

“Thank you. I know we don’t know each other well, but thank you.”

“Any friend of Ivy and Harley is a friend of mine.” She smiles, “Besides, it’s nice to be on even ground with Bruce and Alfred now. And,” She hesitates briefly, “You’re good for him.”

By the time Alfred makes it to the room, Selina has finished and left you to get dressed. He steps into the room and stops, eyes tracking over the naked expanse of your back. You look over your shoulder at him and smile.

“Hey, there.”

“Moon.” He whispers.

He hesitates and then crosses to you. He sets his hands on your waist, fingertips ghosting over your bare skin. As you gasp, he kisses your shoulder.

“Alfred.”

“I know.” He forces himself to step back and turn away from you.

“Can you help me with the zipper?”

He'd give you anything you asked for in that tone of voice, he thinks and then shakes the thought away.

He turns back to you, letting his fingertips trail over the exposed planes, memorizing it. He hears this shift in your breathing, the way it turns short and ragged.

“Alfred.”

“My moon.” He says.

Temptation wars through him, but then he takes hold of the zipper and pulls it up. You turn, putting a hand on his chest and leaning into him.

“I want you Alfred.” There’s something potent about stating your desires so openly, “I want to feel your hands on me.”

He’s already imagining it, bringing you home after the ball, taking his time unwrapping you from your dress. Exploring what lies beneath all those layers.

“We have to go.” You whisper.

He nods, “Just one thing first.”

He grasps your chin gently, angling your face, before kissing you. He starts soft, pulling you in with the tease of his lips. Then he shifts, a desperate greedy hunger overcoming him. You feel the graze of his fangs against your lips. Your gasp opens you to him, letting him explore more of you. When he finally pulls himself away, you're both breathing heavily.

“I lied,” He says, drawing his usual calm, tidy aura around himself, “There is one more thing.”

At your questioning gaze, he smiles softly. He crosses to the old wardrobe and opens one of the drawers. He takes a smooth wooden box out, the light catching on the blackness of it.

“You'll need this tonight.”

He opens the box, revealing a beautiful mask to match your dress. You raise your hand, letting your fingers dance over the intricate lace and beading of it.

“Alfred.”

He takes out a second box and opens it to show you the matching mask.”I hope you don’t mind that I had one made to match.”

“Oh,” your voice is soft, something aching in your chest. You glance up to meet his gaze and smile softly. “Will you help me put it on? I want to see it with the dress.”

He carefully sets the boxes on the bed before lifting your mask off its cushion. You turn to face the mirror, hands settling at your sides.

“Close your eyes.” He whispers, breath ghosting over your ear.

Your eyes slide closed and then you feel the press of the soft interior of the mask against your face. He pulls the ribbon firmly, making sure it's not too tight against your face before twisting the strands into a small bow. Alfred disappears briefly, but is back within seconds. He settles his hands on your waist, leaning into you.

“You can open your eyes.”

You swallow and nod. Slowly you open your eyes. The sight in the mirror takes a moment to register and then you gasp.

“Oh, Alfred.”

“We cut quite the fine pair.”

“These masks are stunning.”

“They only enhance what is already beautiful.”

Dazzling warmth bursts through you at his words, chasing away any lingering anxieties. His hands at your waist help ground you through the rush. He leans further into you and presses a kiss to an exposed bit of your throat. You feel the gentle press of his fangs and a heated curiosity stirs in your core.

“Later, my moon.” He promises, his voice low, “I'll give you everything you desire and more, later.”

Alfred’s phone chimes from somewhere and he sighs.

“That will be Master Bruce.”

As he goes to retrieve his phone you draw in a settling breath and slowly let it go. Alfred turns to you, offering a smile and his hand.

“Ready?”

You nod, “Absolutely.”

🍷

You stand at the grand doors, their darkness absorbing all light cast upon them. Alfred sets a comforting hand on your back. Selina nudges you gently from the other side. You nod at her and turn to smile at Alfred.

“Together.” He mouths.

“Together.” You answer.

A loud ringing bursts out and the doors crack open reluctantly. They creep open, slowly revealing the massive ballroom on the other side.

The party silences, bodies turning to face your group. Eyes stare at you from behind masks of various designs, some more elegant, some more grotesque. The silence lingers until you feel a prickle at the base of your spine. Your heart beats faster in answer. Alfred presses his hand more firmly against you, but you can't tell who he's trying to comfort. And then, a single clap. The tension breaks as a tall figure stands from a chair on the dais across the room.

“We are honored you have joined us this evening.” A melodious voice rings through the air.

The Bloody Queen. Her robust figure is wrapped in lace and velvet of midnight and blood. She smiles, long fangs on display. A sharp bolt of pure primal fear shoots through you.

“Enjoy yourselves to your hearts’ content.” She inclines her head to your party before resuming her seat.

You let out a shaky breath as the noise resumes around you. Alfred nods at you, his lips curling slightly. You manage a smile in return and let him guide you further into the party. Bruce and Selina slip off into the crowd. Your earpiece crackles gently and then Bruce's voice reminds everyone of their assignments.

“Would you like a drink?” Alfred asks.

“A drink sounds great.” Your nerves are sparking, little jolts of anxiety shooting through you.

Alfred keeps his arm around you as he leads you through the press of people. You take the opportunity to observe him, watching him dance through the openings, spinning tactfully away from people before they get a chance to engage. He leads you through another opening and you emerge facing the bar.

“That was neatly done, Mr. Pennyworth.” You keep your voice low.

He smiles, guiding you towards the gleaming wood of the bar. When you reach the bar, he lets you lead before pressing himself against your back, arms bracketing around you. His eyes scan watchfully over the crowd.

The bartender comes down and nods at your order. He returns moments later with two glasses, the red wine looking nearly black in the light. Alfred drops a tip in the nearby jar and turns to lean against the bar next to you.

“So what now?”

“We enjoy it.”

“I thought we were working tonight.”

He smiles, “Doesn't mean we can't also have some fun.”

Your laughter lightens part of the emotions fizzing in your stomach.

“This is a lot.” You admit, “I'm trying to find my bearings.”

“Take all the time you need.” He assures you, slipping his hand under yours, his thumb caressing the back of your hand.

You sip your wine, letting the flavors bloom on your tongue.

“That,” You say, setting your glass on the table, “Is a fabulous chianti. The fruit flavors are balanced by that beautiful smoky flavor.”

Alfred takes a sip and nods, “Chianti? Isn't that the wine Hannibal favored?”

You shrug, “He might have been a cannibal, but he had excellent taste in wine.”

Alfred chuckles and takes another sip. His eyes flick over the room before they return to you.

“You know, Mr. Pennyworth.” You muse, “I think after this glass, you should take me dancing.”

“My moon,” he pulls your attention to him and only him, “I'll take you dancing whenever you want.”

You let your eyes wander as you sip, taking in the extravagance of the ballroom.

“The Queen certainly knows how to throw a party.” Alfred murmurs. “She never misses a trick.”

“You sound envious.”

“It would be nice to throw a party without a disaster happening.”He sighs.

“Speaking of which.” You turn towards him. “How are plans for the cocktail party going? We haven’t talked about it since you reviewed my recommendations.”

“It’s going well. Invitations have been sent and we should be getting a final headcount soon. And your drink recommendations were well received.”

You let yourself preen at the compliment. “I am very good at them.”

He smiles, “Yes, you are.” He watches, a soft light in his eyes.

A sharp bolt of pain races up your arm. Alfred immediately shifts between you and the rest of the room. The pain fades as quickly as it had appeared, leaving a hollow feeling in its wake.

“Moon?”

“It’s alright. That was weird,” You smile at him, “But it’s fine now.”

Behind him, you think you catch someone watching you, but when you look closer, the person is gone. Alfred watches you closely before nodding.

“Do we need to sit?”

“No,” You shake your head, “I’m okay, really. Besides, you promised me a dance.”

“So I did.”

He links his hand with yours and tugs you away from the bar. You're not sure whose pulling who, but you and Alfred end up entwined on the dance floor. The music shifts from slow and melancholic to something lively and happy.

Alfred spins you out onto the floor before twirling back into him. He slides an arm around your waist, pulling you tightly against him.

“Hold on tight, my moon.” He says, finding the rhythm.

He leads you through the first dance and straight into a second. His steps are sure, his eyes never leaving yours. His hands press heat into you, even through the layers of your dress as he turns you first one way and then another.

He hears the thud of your heart beat, it’s rapid beat not entirely from dancing. Arousal wafts around you like a perfume. He dips his head to press his nose against your neck, drawing in your heady scent.

“Alfred.” You whisper.

“Moon.”

A room full of people and he looks at you like you’re the only person in the world. You smile at him, enjoying the warmth blooming in your core.

The song changes and he cocks his head.

“This one is a fae dance."

He leads you from the dance floor, stopping at the edge to take in the dancers. He shifts to stand behind you, his hands on your waist. The dancers circle and dip in an increasingly fast pace, until they’re no more than jewel toned blurs.

“They’re incredible.”

“You should see them at Solstice festivals.” Alfred says, “They put on an even better performance.”

One dancer tosses their partner up in a trail of glitter. Their gossamer wings open delicately, sending light floating around the dance floor. Soon, all the partners have taken to the air, wings extended. They bow in unison, offering their hands down to their partners. Their partners rise to meet them, and the dance continues in the air.

“Do you want to keep watching?”

You turn and look at him, smiling, “I’m actually a little hungry.”

He offers you his hand with a smile, “Well we should do something about that.”

Together you cross through the crowd, stepping in a dance of your own through the press of people.

“Here we are, Moon.” He says, gesturing towards a long table.

A variety of foods line the table in a mouthwatering display. Desserts of every kind imaginable and unimaginable dominate one end in a confectionary rainbow.

“The Queen provides.” Alfred murmurs.

“I don’t know what to try?”

Alfred shrugs, “Try it all.”

You laugh delightedly as he fills a plate for you. Glittering fruits sit next to glossy deserts. Some he offers you to try, waiting for your approval before adding them to the plate.

“Let’s find a place to sit.”

He leads you through the crow to a small table, tucked into the front of the seating area. He carefully lifts the layers of your skirt, helping you sit. He takes the chair next to you, angling towards you, but keeping an opening for an easy escape.

In the open area before the tables, two men bow to each other. They turn, walking away from each other in unison. After several steps, they stop and turn in sync to face each other again.

The men stand stock still, hands resting on sword pommels. Some sort of imperceptible signal goes off. Then men charge at each other. Their blades sing as they come together. They wrench them apart before spinning away. They come back together meeting high and then low. You realize they’re moving in a rhythm.

“The Wolf dance.” Alfred murmurs in your ear, “It’s an old werewolf tradition. Started in Scotland during Queen Mary’s reign.”

“So neither is trying to win?”

“Yes and no. It’s supposed to be a display of speed and grace, not brute strength. But, the first one to falter is the loser.”

It takes several more meetings, but then one of the men barely misses a step. The edge of the sword whispers past his cheek, a thin line of red following. The men immediately stop, swords sliding into their sheats. They bow to each other, before the loser steps out of the circle and another steps into his place.

You watch a few more rounds before someone drops into the chair next to you. You look up and meet Selina’s languid gaze.

“It’s your turn to mingle.”

Dispute her shooing gesture, you laugh. Together, you and Aflred rise, turning into the crowd. He leads you through, stopping at some groups to chat for a moment.

“Moon.” He says, “This is Alice Monroe. She’s the head of the banshees in Gotham.”

“A pleasure.”

The woman smiles at you, offering a slender hand. “It’s wonderful to meet the woman that has finally caught this one’s attention.”

Alfred coughs, ducking his head.

“I’m glad to be the one that’s caught his attention.”

Alice grins at you, something in her posture loosening. “May I?” She asks, motioning to your arm.

“Oh! Sure.”

She carefully wraps a hand around your forearm, lifting it so she can see the better.

“Death was very near for you,” She says, tracing your veins with a fingertip. “And it still lingers, waiting to be given another chance.”

“Alice.” Alfred says, a warning.

“Be on the lookout. Death follows both of you closely,” Her brow wrinkles, “I can’t tell if it comes for you or one near you.”

She lets go of your arm, taking a half step back, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t,” You reassure her, but Alfred can tell you’re lying.

“It was nice to meet you.” She says, “I’m going to go sit for a moment.”

Her entourage circle around her, spearheading her out of the crowd. You wait until the crowd has closed again before turning to meet Alfred’s gaze.

“Well that was interesting.” You try to smile, but it doesn’t shift his frown. “I’m okay.”

He lets you take his hand, looking down at your entwined fingers, “What if I’m not?”

You move forward to cup his cheek, guiding him to meet your gaze, “You’ve got me and I’ve got you. We’ll get through this together.”

He turns to nuzzle into your hand, “Together.”

“Come on, let’s get another drink.”

Alfred lets you lead this time, content to watch you dance through the crowd. After a moment, he’s leaning against the bar next to you, a new glass in his hand.

“Another chianti?” He asks.

“Chardonnay. I thought we could use something a little lighter.”

Alfred smiles and tucks you into his side. He leans his head against yours, letting himself breath you in.The steady beat of your heart helps calm him, until his lingering worry has quieted.

“Thank you.”

“Always.” You turn your head to kiss him.

The earbud crackles, causing you to flinch into Alfred. He laughs and pulls you closer.

“Anything?”

“Nothing yet.” Alfred answers, “Though I see Mr. Cobblepot has just arrived.”

You follow his gaze, watching as the infamous Penguin steps into the ballroom.

“What’s his story?” You ask, “There’s a lot of rumors, but no one seems to know for sure.”

Alfred looks around before ducking his head, “Changeling. He’s very sensitive about it though, so don’t spread it around.”

You want to ask more, but before you put too much thought into you, there’s a pain racing up your arm. You must make a noise, because Alfred immediately scoops you up and carries you into a private corner.

“Moon?”

“Arm.” You gasp, the pain digging in deep, “I think he’s here.”

Alfred’s head snaps up, his eyes searching the crowd. Bruce and Selina’s voice crackle in his ear, something distorting them.

“Jammer.” He says, instincts going high alert.

He shifts, putting himself between you and the rest of the ballroom as best he can. Behind him, he can still hear you breathing heavily, but it’s not as pained as it was before.

“Moon?”

“I’m okay,” He can hear you gritting your teeth, “He doesn’t get to take me out twice.”

He smiles at that, pleased at that fighting spirit.

“Our comms are being jammed,” He says, his voice level, “Something is going to happen.”

“Then it’s a good thing I’m with you.”

You shift forward, ignoring the pain in your arm, and settle next to him. Together you scan the ballroom, looking for any sign of what’s to come.

“There.”

Alfred’s head snaps around to follow your gaze, brow furrowing when he sees the bar.

“Those bottles on the end of the bar? They shouldn’t be there.” Even from the other side of the room, he can see the liquid in them. “If they were empty, they would have been taken to the back, not left out for guests to see. And if they're full or in use, they would be stored properly.”

“Did you get that?” He asks, not sure how much Bruce can hear.

“I got enough.”

“Queen.” Selina’s staticy voice breaks through.

Immediately, you and Aflred turn to look at the Bloody Queen’s dais. There’s several dark figures moving through the crowd towards, impossible to tell if they’re guards or attackers.

“Go.” You say, “You’re the only one that can reach her. I can take care of myself.”

He watches as you slip a slender silver knife out from a pocket on your gown. His eyebrows raise at the sight of it.

“A present from Ivy. Now go.”

Alfred takes one last look at you before nodding. You see him warring with himself and then he's gone. One of the dark figures falls, taken out by Alfred. Seconds later another falls to Selina’s sharp claws. Before another can fall, the world turns to fire.

The shockwave lifts you off your feet, slamming you into a nearby wall. You land in a heap, your ears ringing and your thoughts tumbling. There's a cacophony of valuables shattering and people screaming around you. It takes you a moment to pull yourself together enough to at least slide into a seated position. The wall is still trembling as you press your back against it, though it's impossible to tell if it's from the blast or the stampede of bodies.

As far winding smoke surrounds you, you narrow your eyes, trying to see any of your party. You cough as the smoke invades your lungs. Through the haze and the bodies, you can see people scrambling to and fro, running into each other and wrecking unintentional havoc. Alice Monroe is stock still, her head tipped back as she wails.

Movement catches your attention, a dark figure approaching. Every hair stands up at the sight. You frantically look around for your displaced knife.

Coughs wrack your body as the figure draws nearer, sliding through the panicking crowd with grace and ease. Pain sears up your arm, but you grit your teeth and search the dust and the debris. Finally your fingers barely brush the cool metal. You drag the knife back towards you, fighting the pain that's invaded your body. You can feel his murderous intent.

When you look up, he's closer, a cruel smirk visible below his mask. You force yourself to your feet, arm held tightly against your body.

“Hey asshole. Fuck you.”

His smirk wavers, replaced by an angry scowl. “Is that anyway to talk to your master?”

Fury burns through you, pushing back the pain.

“Master?” You make yourself laugh, “At least buy me dinner first.”

He's close enough now that he's more defined. Closer still when he takes a furious step forward. Close enough for your blade to slide through cloth and skin. He grunts in pain, stumbling away, taking your knife with him.

“Bitch.”

You're already running, darting between bodies, when the word reaches you. You roll your eyes as best you can, and keep moving forward. There's the ghost of a touch on your wrist and you grab the nearest object, whirling towards him. The heavy plate sends him back a step, breaking his stride. It's followed by a glass that shatters against him, the contents soaking into his coat. He hisses his displeasure, his eyes burning through his mask. You sneer back at him and toss the next thing you had grabbed, the table candle. The liquid soaking into his coat ignites, fire greedily racing over him. There's a pained noise, but you're already searching for your next weapon.

While he bats at the flames, you grab one of the heavy wooden chairs and yank it down. Sending a prayer into the universe, you grab one of the legs and lean your weight against it. There's some resistance, but with some creative swearing and more leverage, the leg gives with a satisfying crunch. You glance up and see the man still battling with the flames.

Around you, two more figures approach. Quickly, your eyes flick between the three of them, as you turn to put your back towards the table.

“Come on then!” You snarl at them, trying to summon up your courage.

The first figure, a slender woman, her fangs bared, darts forward. You manage to dodge her claws and come up swinging. The leg makes a satisfying crunch against her ribs and she howls. Behind you, the second figure, a pale man, advances slowly. You brandish the leg at the woman, trying to keep all three of them in your line of sight. The woman smiles at you, blood dripping from her fangs.

“Aren’t you just the most vicious little thing? I’m going to have so much fun playing with you.” Her voice is saccharine.

“Sorry, my dance card is full.”

You swing again, but she catches the leg and wrenches it out of your grasp. You gasp as the rough edges scrap your hands.

“Blood in the water.”

She lunges for you, but something hits her mid air, sending her spiraling. She comes up snarling, but Alfred is ready for her. When she springs, he meets her in the air. She lands with a hard thump, and when she tries to get up, there’s a deep snarl from the smoke. A lean black panther stalks forward, golden eyes burning. As you turn, there’s a wail of pain behind you.

The pale man launches himself forward. Alfred turns, swinging his cane. There’s a nasty crack and the man falls. As he stumbles back to his feet, Alfred twists the top of his cane. With a soft sigh, the blade slides loose of the cane. Alfred swings it in a sharp arc, cutting off the pale man’s next advance. He moves quickly, light and graceful on his feet. Blood pours from the man’s wounds. A figure in black appears, quickly wrapping silver cuffs around the man’s wrists.

“I got him.” Batman turns his head to you and nods.

Together you and Alfred turn to face the last man, his flames now out. He sneers.

“I should have known that you would be more trouble than you’re worth.”

Alfred frowns, shifting in front of you.

“And you, always the sainted protector, aren’t you?”

“Malcolm.”

The man chuckles, removing his now charred mask. He lets it drop to the floor and smirks, fangs peaking out. You press both hands to your mouth, smothering your gasp. Despite the viscous burns on his face, you recognize him. Only a few short weeks ago, this man had been making you uncomfortable at The Demeter.

“It’s been a while, old friend.” He spreads his arms wide.

“We’re not friends.”

Malcolm presses a hand to his heart, pouting, “That hurts me. And after everything I’ve done for you.”

You set your hand on Alfred’s lower back, feeling the tightly coiled tension. “I’m here.” You whisper. He doesn’t respond, but he shifts, something loosening.

“The only thing you ever did for me was cause me pain. What do you want now?”

“Oh, Alfred,” Malcolm croons, “You should know. I want everything.”

His eyes flash burning red, his body starting to warp. Alfred darts forward, sword already in motion. Malcolm shifts away from him, but the blow still lands, cutting deeply into his arm. He hisses, transformation stopped midway between man and bat.

“You’re outnumbered.” Batman steps up behind you.

There’s an answering growl as Selina brushes behind you to stand on your other side, blood dripping from her mouth. Malcolm snarls, pressing a hand to the gushing wound.

“Well at least now we match.” He says, eyes boring into you. He spins, vanishing into a puff of black smoke. “I'll be back for you little mouse.”

Instantly Alfred is at your side, “Moon?”

“I’m alright.” You wrap your hand around his, “I’m okay.”

He checks anyway, hands running over you, reassuring himself. You smile, tucking your face into him, feeling the anxiety and adrenaline start to fade.

“We need to get out of here.” Selina says.

When you turn to look, she’s wrapped herself in Bruce’s abandoned suit jacket.

“She’s right. I’ll take Moon and the car.”

“Selina and I will go the long way.”

Alfred nods at Bruce, “Stay safe.”

Alfred leads you through the dwindling crowd, avoiding the first responders' spells. When you’re back at the entry, he pauses.

“Do you mind?” He asks, motioning to your legs.

“Not at all.”

He scoops you into his arms and runs. Before you can blink, you’re at the car. He sets you down gently and then just presses his forehead to yours. He breathes you in deeply, letting himself finally settle.

“I’m okay. Thanks to you.”

He chuckles, the sound warming you. “It looked to me that you were handling things just fine. We just helped you a bit.”

“Well, I’m always glad of your help.”

You tilt your head and kiss him, softly, teasingly, temptingly.

“Now, Mr. Pennyworth, why don’t you take me home.”

🍷

He pulls the zipper down slowly, the cool air dancing over the newly exposed skin.

“Alfred.” You whisper, letting your head fall back against his shoulder.

“Let me see you, moon.”

You step away, turning towards him. You drag your hands up your sides, before spreading them wide. The dress slips down your body with a whisper, landing in the pile at your feet. You step out of it, your eyes locked on him. His gaze is heavy as he looks you over, lingering on what’s hiding behind the soft swirls of your undergarments.

“Moon.” He groans.

“Why don’t you take a seat?”

He sits on the edge of the bed, never taking his eyes off you.

“Alfred.” You whisper, stepping into a beam of moonlight.

“You look like magic, moon.” He says, lifting a hand to you.

You take it, letting him draw you down onto his lap. The fabric of his pants is a delicious friction against the inside of your thighs. You can feel his cock already pressing against the front of his pants, barely contained. He groans as you rock against his length.

“Moon.”

You smile, cupping his face, “I hope you don’t mind these pants getting ruined.”

His head falls back as you grind against his aching cock. As your hips work, you yank his shirt apart, revealing the breath of his chest. You lean down, licking a strip up the side of his throat. Your teeth sink into the soft flesh of his shoulder.

“Moon!”

“If I’m going to let you bite me, it’s only fair.” You smile down at him, letting your hands rest on his broad shoulders.

He runs his hands down your body, fingertips teasing at the edges of your lingerie. He ghosts his fingers over your nipples before leaning into you and nipping them gently. As you gasp, he drops his hand to press his fingers firmly against your clit. His other hand trails over your throat, gently tracing your veins.

“May I?” He asks softly.

“Yes.”

There’s a sharp sting of pain as his fangs slide into your neck. Heat pours through your body.

“Oh, wow.” Your head falls back, hips still grinding.

Alfred keeps working your clit as he sucks gently. The taste of you bursts over his tongue, his cock throbbing in answer.

“Alfred!”

He can feel your body responding to him, winding tighter and tighter. He can feel your heart beating against his chest. He lets his fangs slide a little deeper, his fingers working in fast, tight circles against your clit. And then you shatter.

“Alfred!”

Carefully, he extracts his fangs, licking up the few blood droplets that spill down your throat. “That’s it, my moon. Keep going.”

As if there’s anything else you could do as he keeps playing the song of your body.

By the time he finally slows his fingers, your underwear is soaked and his pants are a mess. Before you can form enough of a thought to comment, he picks you up. Quickly, he flips you around and lays you out on the bed. He shucks off his suit jacket and ruined shirt, tossing them towards your dress.

He settles between your legs, blue eyes blazing up at you. You see him smile before dipping his head. He pulls your underwear to the side, looking at your soaked pussy.

“Moon,” He groans, “You look delectable.”

His first lick is gentle, exploring the taste of you. You gasp, body bowing for him. He smiles, nipping gently at your thigh and the pulse of blood there. The scent of your lust is dizzying and addictive, wrapping around him. He presses into you, his tongue sliding through your folds, his nose pressing against your clit. He hums at the way your taste on his tongue, his eyes sliding closed in pleasure.

You come apart for him, gasping as pleasure races through you. He keeps going, tongue swirling at your opening, feeling the way your core pulses for him. He feels your hand sink into his hair, fingers twining into his short curls. Gently you tug, his answer groan reverberating through you.

“Alfred.” You gasp.

He gently takes your clit in his mouth, sucking softly. His longer fingers sink easily into your pussy, curling to find the spot that makes you cry out. He works his fingers slowly, firmly, as he sucks your clit. Even as he feels your start to tighten around his fingers, he keeps thrusting and curling. Even as you break apart, stars bursting behind your eyes, he keeps working his fingers and mouth. He hears you cry out his name over and over again, but he never stops, never pauses. Not until he feels you tighten impossibly around his fingers, clenching so tightly he’d be worried about his fingers, if he wasn’t so focused on you. Your scream of pleasure when your body lets go is music to his ears.

Only then does he let your body relax to the bed, lifting his head. You watch hazily as he licks his lips, savoring the taste of you. You reach down and tug him up to you. His lips meet yours messily, deliciously. You can taste yourself on his lips, groaning. He rocks his hips against your thigh, dragging his aching length against you.

Without breaking the kiss, he nudges your legs open for him, pressing the tip of his cock against your opening. He wraps one hand around your thigh, hooking your leg over his hips. He revels in the way you moan into the kiss as he slides into you.

“Fuck, moon.” He murmurs. “Like you were made for me.”

“Alfred.” Pleasure gives the world a pleasant haze.

“I could do this all day, moon. Spend all day in bed, fucking you, making you scream my name.”

You sob when the pleasure leaves you wordless, but he understands. Carefully, he grazes his fangs along your neck, pressing a kiss to his bite mark.

“Alfred.” You groan, bucking your hips.

“Greedy.” He smiles, “If I bite you again, I might take too much.”

“I’m willinging to risk it.”

“I’m not. I’m never willing to risk you, my moon.”

Warmth floods through you at his words, “Alfred. I,”

“I know.” He says, rocking his hips. “I know.”

“Please.”

“I’ll give you everything you want, moon.” He kisses you again, “You only have to say the word.”

#alfred pennyworth #alfred pennyworth x f!reader #blood like wine #the batman 2022

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Title: Rhythm of the Shadows

Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter

Leyla Yılmaz was only ten years old when she met Bruce Wayne. She still remembered the cold drizzle of that Gotham evening, the way the neon lights reflected off the wet pavement, and the distant sounds of sirens wailing through the city.

She hadn’t been out on the streets for fun. Her father, a brilliant but underappreciated scientist, had been working late at Wayne Enterprises when she got lost in the labyrinth of Gotham’s streets. Too proud to call for help, she wandered until she ended up in Crime Alley—exactly where no one wanted to be.

That’s when the Batman found her.

He was a shadow, a myth she had only heard whispers about. But as he stepped forward, towering over her with his dark silhouette, she wasn’t afraid. Instead, she tilted her head, her curious mind already racing.

“You’re him,” she had said, her Turkish accent still thick but her words confident. “You don’t scare me.”

Batman had crouched slightly, inspecting her. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I know,” she admitted, pushing her headphones down to rest around her neck. “I got lost. My dad works for your company.”

A pause. Then, with an unexpected gentleness, he extended his hand. “Let’s get you home, Leyla.”

From that day on, she became something of a little sister to the Batfamily.

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Chapter 2: Genius Among Shadows

By sixteen, Leyla was a force to be reckoned with. She had an intellect that rivaled even Tim Drake’s, a wit that could make Jason Todd grin, and a sense of justice that Bruce respected. She wasn’t a fighter like the others—though Damian had tried to train her, and she could throw a decent punch—but her real power was in her mind.

She hacked into systems faster than Oracle expected. She memorized case files, recognizing patterns even Bruce missed. And all the while, her playlist was her constant companion—The Weeknd’s smooth vocals playing while she decoded encrypted files, Billie Eilish’s haunting melodies drifting through the Batcave, Kendrick Lamar’s sharp lyrics pushing her through all-nighters.

She didn’t just listen—she felt the music.

“You listen to the weirdest mix of stuff,” Jason commented one night, leaning against the Batcomputer.

Leyla grinned, adjusting her hijab as she pulled her knees up onto the chair. “Weird? You should hear my classical music phase. One second, I’m on Beethoven, next thing you know, I’m blasting ‘HUMBLE.’”

Tim smirked. “That’s why you’re an enigma, Yılmaz.”

Bruce, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke. “As long as it doesn’t distract you from your work.”

Leyla rolled her eyes. “Please, Bruce. If anything, it makes me better.”

And she proved it.

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Chapter 3: The Night Everything Changed

The night was cold when she first stepped into real danger. She had only been analyzing surveillance footage in the Batcave when an alarm went off—something had gone wrong during a mission with Dick and Damian.

Without hesitation, she grabbed her laptop and hacked into Gotham’s security grids, locating them. A warehouse near the docks—trapped inside with a gang they had underestimated.

“Leyla, stay out of this,” Damian’s voice crackled through the comms.

“Not happening, short stack.” Her fingers flew over the keyboard, overriding the electronic locks. “Doors are open. Five guards outside, two on the rooftop. Move now.”

Dick’s voice came in next. “You’re a lifesaver, kid.”

Bruce stood behind her, watching. When the mission was over, and everyone was safe, he simply nodded.

“You did good.”

Coming from him, that was the highest praise.

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Chapter 4: Faith in the Dark

Through it all, Leyla never lost herself. She prayed five times a day, no matter how chaotic things got. She kept her fast during Ramadan, even when working on cases. She never compromised who she was, even in a city that didn’t always understand.

One night, after a long mission, she found herself on the rooftop of Wayne Manor, staring at the stars. Jason found her there, sitting beside her with a cup of tea he had stolen from Alfred’s stash.

“You ever feel out of place?” he asked, his voice quieter than usual.

Leyla shrugged. “All the time. But then I remember—I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”

Jason smirked. “You’re weird, Yılmaz.”

She grinned. “Took you this long to figure that out?”

And with that, Gotham’s brightest mind, the girl with music in her veins and faith in her heart, looked out at the city she had grown to love.

She was home.

#batfam #dc comics #nightwing #red hood #red robin #robin #batman #fanfic #hijab #turkish #oc #yilmaz

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Shadows Entwined: Part 4

BatmanVsTmnt!Leonardo x sidekick!reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 / Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Bonus (18+)

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Donnie and Batgirl makes an anti mutagen, you and Robin are ready to throw each other’s heads around, and Batman has a talk with Leonardo.

Warnings: Spelling.

The reader and the turtles are 19.

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The look on Alfred’s face when he saw four mutant turtles in the Batcave was priceless. But Alfred being Alfred took a calming breath, mumbling about how he should have known at this point, before asking if Master Wayne wanted dinner for his guests. Alfred offered to cook a gourmet meal, but to his surprise, all four of the turtles wanted pizza. Take out pizza to be preferred. Alfred would never show it on his face, but you knew, he was disgusted.

Alfred left the Batcave to make a phone call to the nearest pizzeria, mumbling something about teenagers.

Michelangelo - who you learned was the youngest out of the turtle brothers - took the opportunity to take a look around Wayne Manor. It didn’t ease you one bit that he took his skateboard along for that tour.

That left you, Batman, Batgirl, Robin and the three remaining turtle brothers in the Batcave. You, Robin and the angry turtle, Raphael, was looking through the computer, teaching the red turtle more about the League Of Assassins. Or at least Robin was doing that. You were too busy, standing off to the side, acting as if you had a lot in your mind. In actuality, you would every now and again throw glances towards Batman and Leonardo as they were training together. But whenever someone looked your way, you would throw your gaze somewhere random, as if you had been looking there the whole time.

That was how you noticed Batgirl and Donatello working at the chemical table, smiling with a few laughs ever once in a while. You couldn’t help but smile. Looks like you weren’t the only one that had a thing for turtle eyes.

“Impressive form”, you heard Batman’s voice, causing you to look in the direction of him and the blue turtle one more time. You had to admit, Leonardo did know how to fight. It was almost irritating how good he was at it. Because somehow he also made it look good. And just the thought of Leonardo looking good fighting was enough to get mildly frustrated at him. Why did he had to have such pretty eyes?!

“Your father taught you well”, Batman said, giving Leo a rare Batman smile. And to your surprise, Leonardo smiled back.

“Thanks”.

You wanted to scream. You did not expect Leonardo’s smile to catch you off guard like that. Especially not in the middle of the Batcave. But as much as your heart was beating inside your chest, no one could see it on your face. Sometimes you actually learned something from Batman’s stoic nature.

You listened as Robin told Raph about his grandfather, Ra’s al Ghul, the Demon’s Head, and as Batgirl told them about the mutagen, forcing your attention away from the turtle, who’s eyes had been invading your thoughts.

“Yeah, Ra’s obviously has plans for the mutagen your Shredder brought into the city”, Batgirl said out loud, still with half of her attention directed towards Donatello.

“Ooze”, the purple turtle corrected her, not moving his eyes from the glass he held in his hands. But upon Batgirl’s silence he looked up. “We call it ooze”.

“Really?” She sounded almost sad. “Argh, I do not like that word. Ooze, gross”.

“Stop whining”, you laughed. “It’s just a word”.

“It may just be a word to you, but to me it makes me want to vomit”. Upon hearing that from Batgirl, Donatello took a small step away from her.

“Right. Shredder gives Ghully the ooze, they build some kind of gizmo, and in return - let me get this straight - Shredder gets… a pit?” Raphael did not seem convinced one bit. You did not blame him. It did sound strange.

“The Lazarus Pit”, Robin said before turning back towards the computer. “It’s how Ra’a al Ghul has survived for centuries. Its magic grants immortality to any who bathe in it”.

You did not expect the look on Raphael’s face. He almost looked scared. Angry, but scared.

“An immortal Shredder?” He thought for a moment. “That would… suck”.

“As much as the words “immortal Shredder” freaks me out, I think Batgirl and I have solved one of our problems”, Donatello said, handing a cylinder of thick yellow liquid to Batgril.

“Yup! With the info Donnie - I can call you that right?”

“By all means”, Donatello said, seemingly as calm as before. You did not buy it. You bet that just like when you looked at Leonardo, his heart was pounding like crazy when Batgirl called him that.

“Cool - that Donnie had on his T-phone, I’ve whipped up a retro mutagen-”.

"Anti ooze”, Donatello said, almost teasingly.

“Not gonna call it that - that will reverse the effect of the… stuff”.

Raphael took a step back from Batgirl as she came closer with the cylinder. “You're gonna wanna get that anti mutagen away from this happily mutated turtle”.

“Don’t worry”, Donatello said, making his way over to the rest of you. “It’ll only work on someone that’s been mutated within the last twelve hours. After that the DNA changes are baked in”.

“Yeah but maybe worry a little ‘cause it’s untested. Right now there’s a - I’m gonna say 40% chance of lethal side effects”, Batgirl said with a strained smile.

“I agree with the turtle. Go stand over there”, Robin said, pointing in your direction. “She could use some anti mutagen anyway”. His annoying little grin showing on his face.

“Demon child”, you snarled. “Maybe you should drink it. With that size you could be a fully mutated bat”.

Raphael almost had to restrain Robin before he could jump on you.

While you and Robin was about to have a sibling brawl in the middle of the Batcave, none of you noticed Leonardo and Batman’s training continuing.

They jumped, punched and dodged, both showing strength and talent. Leonardo grabbed onto Batman’s arm, before rolling back, throwing Batman over him and into the ground. Batman slid across the ground, while Leonardo celebrated with a minor victory; “yes!”

Batman chuckled lightly from the ground. “Where were those moves when we fought before? If you’d focused like that you would have had a chance”.

“A chance?” Leonardo extended a hand to help Batman up. “I won just now”.

“Because you weren’t looking at her”, Batman said, staring directly down at the turtle in front of him.

Leonardo almost choked on his own spit at Batman’s words. Had he been human his face would had been red. Leo turned his gaze and saw you grinning with a small laugh at an angry Robin, who was being as far away from you as possible by Raph and Batgirl. Your laughter rang in his ears and for a second he dared to wonder, if he could get to hear your laugh one more time.

“Leonardo”. Batman’s deep voice almost shocked Leo back to reality. For a split second he had managed to forget where he was and who he was standing in front of. All because you said you liked his eyes…

“(H/N) is not just my sidekick. She is like a daughter to me, and I will not let anything harm her. She has not been trained from birth like her brother, and she is not as old as Batgirl. (H/N) is strong, but she still has a lot to learn in a fight”. Leonardo looked at you one more time, catching you as you were talking to Donnie, telling him something that made Batgirl let go of Robin, leaving Raph struggling to hold the boy still.

Batman rolled his shoulder, feeling the pain that had been there, ever since his fight with the Shredder. The fight that had happened, while you were outside of Wayne Enterprise, watching the turtles fight the Penguin. Leonardo noticed the light pain in Batman’s face, causing him a look of slight concern. “I’m still recovering from whatever Shredder did to me. I’ve never seen an attack like that”.

“It must have been the Sata Oshi strike”, Leonardo said. “It’s a powerful ninja technique that dates back hundreds of years, said to be created by the founders of the Foot Clan. It focuses all the body’s energy into a single blow, and can prove as fatal to its welder as it is to its opponent. Because of that, it’s been lost to history. Only two living ninja masters know how to utilize it to its full power; my father Splinter and the Shredder”.

“Good to know”, Batman said. “Shredder may have ancient ninja moves, but I’ve still got a utility belt”. Leonardo nodded in slight confusion, turning to look at you one more time. You were laughing behind Donatello, who you were using as an unwilling shield to cover you from an agitated Robin, who looked like he was ready to attack. Raphael was shaking his wrist, slightly hurting after Robin’s escape from his grip. Batgirl was looking like she had a great time, watching you with her arms crossed.

“(H/N)! Robin!”, Batman called out, causing the two of you to hold back the attacks you were preparing. “No fighting”.

“Sorry dad”, the two of you said in unisense. Donatello managed to get out of your grip, clutching his bow staff tightly as he walked to Batgril. You and Robin poked your tongues out at each other, before Robin went to Raphael, yelling something about how he hated sisters.

At the sight of you standing alone, looking at the others, Leonardo couldn’t stop himself before he had made his way over to you.

“Hey”, Leo said with a stoic and unreadable face. You almost jumped in surprise. You hadn’t expected Leo to be this close.

“Uh… hey”.

The two of you stood in silence. Leo wondered if it was Batman’s eyes he could feel in the back of his neck, or if he was just imagining it. Leo was searching his brain for words.

“I just wanted to say that you did pretty good back there in the alley”, he finally settled on.

“Pretty good?”, you asked with a crooked smile. “I kicked your butt”.

“Yeah, not a lot of people get to do that”, Leonardo said.

You chuckled lightly at his answer. Leo felt a warm spread inside his chest and a small tug at the side of his lip. It was your turn to feel the warmth inside your chest. Leonardo was giving you a small smile. Your eyes flickered from his lip to his eyes. Those damn eyes.

“You weren’t so bad yourself”, you said, looking away to avoid eye contact.

Leonardo felt something else grow in his chest. Was it pride? Or maybe even satisfaction? Now you were complimenting his fighting skills.

Leo really wanted to answer you. Say something that would make you chuckle again. But he also really wanted to ask you. Did you mean what you said back in the alley? Did you really like his eyes, or did you just try to distract him? The more Leo thought about it, the more he hoped that you meant it.

Leo was just about to ask you when Alfred came down the stairs with a skateboard in one hand and a tight grip on Michelangelo balancing a stack of pizza boxes with the other. Leonardo felt a slight embarrassment wash over him, when he heard Alfred tell Mikey that he was keeping the skateboard, until he learned not to use it in the house. Batman’s house. Your house. But you started laughing light heartedly at the scene of Alfred and Michelangelo coming down stairs. Leonardo felt all embarrassment wash away as he watched you laugh. Leo couldn’t deny that he really liked your laugh. Just as much as you liked his eyes.

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A/N: The lack of Batman Vs TMNT gif's on the internet is giving me a headache.

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