#Batman one shot

[hanasnx]

❝ mercury: retrograde. ❞

── batman x reader

MINORS DNI 18+ WORD COUNT: 2k SUMMARY: after your failed attempt to recover the last pieces of joker present in the victims of his diseased blood donation, you discover a mystery about the batman in both body and spirit. NOTES: during the events of batman: arkham knight, when harley quinn tries to reclaim the joker-ified victims from panessa studios. the reader is somewhat in the place of harley quinn WARNINGS: f!reader | explicit sexual content | implied creampie | unprotected sex | established relationship: enemies to lovers | size difference | slapping (m receiving) | previous relationship with joker is implied.

You stir at the feeling of strong grips handling your waist, the heavy haze of unconsciousness fading as you’re lifted from the ground. Memories gradually return with each inch gained, and your eyelids flutter open, the dull light stinging your gaze. The motion of you being punctually raised to your feet only to be thrown over the shoulder of none other than the BATMAN is jarring to say the very least. “Hey. Hey!” you interject when you come to, your mouth finally catching up with your brain as your stomach makes contact with his armored shoulder, and the wind is knocked from your lungs.

“Take Charisma back to the cells. I’ll catch up.” he orders the newest Boy Wonder. A man clad in red and green holds Johnny Charisma in a similar fashion to your position, mirroring you.

Robin nods, and sees himself out. “Don’t take too long.” he jests, and if you were paying more attention you would’ve rolled your eyes. Instead, you’re much too busy running your mouth with any kind of noise, kicking your feet, and banging your fists against the Bat’s lower back. With each blow, the cape bounces back to brush your angry hands, and in a brief fascination you clutch onto the foreign material with the intent to rip it. Of course, it doesn’t, and you consider the possibility of tearing into it with your teeth as you would duct tape. To calm your writhing legs, he straps an arm around your thighs, lumbering along with you on his shoulder as if you simply weren’t there. It’s dizzying being all the way up here, the Bat towers over most everyone… it’s that or all the blood that’s rushed to your head. He enters a different room than where Robin went, and momentarily you entertain the fact he seeks to interrogate you. But what could you possibly know that the Bat wants? It was always Joker with the big ideas. Now that he’s gone, you’ve been trying replace him as the Head Guy but it’s just not the same.

So you thrash. You move your body in any way you can think of, anything to loosen his vice-like grasp on you, but he is infallible. Taking you deeper into this abandoned set in Panessa Studios. “Put me down—! Hey! Are you listening to me? I said, put- me- down— Oh!” Your commands are interrupted by your own squeak of surprise as he unceremoniously drops you, landing on your feet with a bounce as your countenance shifts to one of endearing disbelief. You rally, skewing your features to convey indignity. “How dare you?” you scold, but it’s grossly performative. You raise your hand, punctuating your disdain for him with a sharp slap of admonishment to his cheek. It reverberates in this empty room, and his neck has craned from the force. Perhaps out of respect. You’ve seen this freak throw grown men across the room, you’re sure he feels nothing but a sting on his skin. So you give him another one, smacking him to pivot him to the other side.

“Touching a lady like that! You should know better! I’m wearing a skirt! Anyone could’ve seen! What would my men think of their boss if they’ve seen her panties? Huh? Do you have any idea what it takes to be a leader in this economy?” With each passing phrase, your voice heightens shriller, the emotion of the scene getting to you, but he is unaffected. Slowly, he faces you, opening his eyes to meet your vindictive gaze. “You—! You’re the one that killed him, if he were still alive I wouldn’t have to be in this mess—“ your tone cracks at the mention of the Joker, and a desperate sort of need takes you over. You throw yourself onto the statuesque vigilant who remains expressionless as you clutch onto whatever purchase his tight armor possesses, climbing up his chest to his collar.

Your instability is cause for your sudden shift in depression and wrath; one second you’re clinging onto him, shaking him (or more accurately, shaking yourself using him and his immovable body), and the next you’re pinching your features into a frown and weakly banging your fists against his chest for round two. They glance off, and he stares down at you. It takes you an inappropriate amount of time to question how long he’s been letting you do this to him, until he side-steps you. Comically, you fall forward from the loss of balance, the lack of his beam-like support causing you to stumble and clumsily regain your footing to round on him.

“Enough.” he commands, and his recognizably annoyed tone sets your lips into a thin line. “Tell me what you know.” Inviting himself into your space, this dark towering figure stoops to your level, forcing you to arch back as he imposes.

You audibly gulp, scanning his form. He notes that. That scares you. So you attempt to throw him off the trail, taking a step back so you have room to straighten, cross your arms, and stick your nose in the air. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you insist, and wiggle your shoulders, peeking at him through your closed eyes to gauge his reaction. You don’t have time to react before his huge glove has enclosed in the puffy fabric of your sleeve, yanking you back to him. Instinctively, you reach out, bracing against his chest so you won’t trip again. A furtive glance is paid to your hand’s position on his emblem, and when you meet his gaze he’s already looking at yours.

“You’re here for the patients. You think they’ve got the potential to replace him, don’t you?” Just like that, he ruins the moment with his big mouth.

You scowl, lifting yourself on your toes as if that’ll intimidate him. “They are him!”

“He’s dead!” The anger behind his words admits how resentful he is that you won’t deal with the Joker’s death.

“Because of you!”

“Don’t be stupid.” An alarming shift in his tone conveys an uncharacteristic smugness, one that creases your brow in bewilderment because of how likely the phrase sounded like Batman was about to laugh at you. “How long are you going to live in that fantasy?”

“I—” you begin, but a flash catches you off-guard. Untensing, you search his eyes for that flash again. A glint. A glimpse of that familiar viridian. You’ve looked into Batman’s eyes countless times, you know his irises are colored blue. But for one single second, you could’ve sworn you saw a little of J in there. As if you weren’t in control of your own body, you take a step forward. A great sense of relief overcoming you at the sight of green blooming faithfully in Batman’s eyes. “It’s you…” you muse in wonder, your gentle hands coming to cup his rough face, your fingertips grazing the helmet’s smooth material.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say you stunned the Bat. But he doesn’t let it last long, growling in offense as he uses your abused top to toss you against a prop wall. You clatter against the hollow wood, meagerly propped up by the 2x4s on the other side. His massive fist nails the surface right by your head, and you’re too in awe to flinch.

“Tell me what I want to know!” The Batman orders, and you know exactly what to tell him. You pounce on him, draping your body all over his armor as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Oh, I’ve missed you so much!” you exclaim. You had no idea a little taste of Joker blood had infiltrated the Big Bad Bat. Here he is, right in front of you again. Old feelings come flooding back as your lips peck at whatever is in reach, punctuated with audible “muahs.”

He recoils, but your grip only tightens, clinging onto him until he pries you off by his hands on your wrists.

“Oh, baby,” you croon, bending over to show him your cleavage as you wiggle it for him. “Why you gotta make me wait, huh? Didn’t you miss me too?” Your wrists, suspended in mid-air, make your arousal run impossibly deeper. Firmly enclosed in his big hands, restrained, you could jump out of your own skin. You tilt your head at him as he observes you, as unperturbed as ever, and you wonder if he’s fighting off the Joker-persona that takes over. “You know you want it…” you exhale, lusty and provocative. “I know you do. Whether you’re the Bat or the Joke I know you want me.” you test. Your tongue licks at the lipstick on your lips. “Don’t worry,” you whisper, desperate. “I won’t tell anyone.”

This is not the first time he’s been tempted by you, yet he finds it more difficult than the last to refuse you. He allows you to take a step closer. “Fuck it.” he says, and you squeal with delight as he scoops you up, pinning you back to the wall. You slam your lips to his, and he eagerly accepts you. The kind of kiss that’s fucking sloppy. Disgusting. As reserved and formal as he is in kissing you, you’re far too disorderly for that. All tongue, you thrust it out between your lips to shove it into his, enthusiastic in playing with his. Surprisingly, he accepts it but doesn’t match your energy as you tongue-fuck his mouth. You trace it over all the wrong places, giddy in the notion you know what the inside of Batman’s mouth feels like. You line it over his his teeth until you’re sure you could recreate his dental print from memory.

It all happens so fast. One second you’re making out, sucking on his tongue like it’s his cock, the next his utility belt is on the floor and his actual cock is rearranging your insides. He’s a lot bigger than your old boss.

“Fuck, fuck! Right there, right there!” you mewl your praises, wet pussy gratefully slurping up his every inch. It’s unfathomable how long you’ve gone without proper dick, and something about the way he’s bullying his way into you hits the spot. Everything from the angle of fucking you against this wall, to the gruff and animalistic exhales he expels with each thrust has your pretty eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Oh, my fucking God! Who knew you could fuck like this? If I’d’ve known you feel this good I would’ve hopped on your bat-cock years ago.” Mindless, stupid ramblings of a thankful whore, reeling from his thick fingers that leave bruises in the flesh of your thighs. He’s relatively quiet, letting you do the talking, perhaps he already regrets his decision to screw you but it’s too late now. Whatever implication this proves he’s not stopping to examine the morality of it, chasing his high and using your body to do it.

The familiar tremor in your thighs lets you know how close you really are, clawing at his armor. His hand cups your jaw, tucking your chin into the web of his thumb, pinching your cheeks together a bit as he adjusts you to look at him. “You wanna finish?” he asks through the grit in his teeth, and you nod furiously, stifled by his hold.

“Yes. Yes, baby, I wanna finish. I wanna cum.” you whine, seeking to please him.

“Promise to be good?”

A stinging thrill shoots up your spine originating from your sex. You had no idea he was into that kind of stuff, nor implementing it. You go crazy for it. Once again, you nod furiously. Whatever that definition entailed— to be good— you would do it. Anything for him. “I promise, I promise. I promise to be good, I promise.”

You find out later being good entails being thrown into a cell to await policy recovery. Oh, but it was fucking worth it.

[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

Alternative Universe Father-In-Law

Word Count: 2,700

Summary: Bruce enters a portal by mistake, leading him to bring back someone from another universe for a nice breakfest.

Pairing: Bruce x female!reader

Notes: I enojyed the comic and the animated movie where thomas meets bruce and i had an idea to write for it. also give alfred some well desserved flowers in being a dad. #alfreddesreveshisflowers

Warnings: dad that has come back with the milk

'I am telling you, Lois. Clark is stubborn, but he has a weak spot; mention the missing turkey of '08, and he will shut up and let you do whatever you want. "

'Wait! That really works?'

'Of course, it does. I have known Clark for 7 years, and I was the witness to that crime, so just mention it: he will fall back, trust me. Now I have to go. I am home.'

'Thanks, doll!'

'No worries, bye!'

Opening the big door, you enter with your phone nestled on top of your shoulder as you held the grocery bags. Stepping into the manor, you noticed the living room where Alfred was dusting behind the plasma screen.

'Mistress y/n. Welcome back.' The cheerful butler spoke as he walked to you, grabbing the grocery bags

'Thank you, Alfred. How was your day?' I asked him, striding next to him as we entered the spacious kitchen that held the marble island in the middle, placing the bags on top of it

'My day was good. The gardener came by and took care of the bush that Master Damian had 'shaped' with his swords yesterday. Although the poor man left with a terrible mind haze after finishing the Herculean task, managing to shape it back into a proper bush, and not some rhombus as Master Damian did.'

'Do remind me to tell Damian to leave the shrubs at peace. Maybe he can use those swords' skills to cut up meat when we have BBQs.'

'That seems like a great idea.'

The two hushed and resumed their conversation as Damian entered, his smile non-existent, his eyes scrunched into a tight-knit. You turn to him, saying with a slight chuckle

'Speak of the devil. What's up, Dami?'

The child walked between Alfred and you, crossing his arms and with a deep sigh, he articulated gradually

'Father has disappeared.'

You look at Alfred, knowing fully well that sometimes Bruce disappears to follow a clue, 'He will turn up by the end of the day. Bruce is like that, don't worry, sweetheart.'

'That is true, even before his vigilante lifestyle, Master Bruce was always the one to go with no notice but always turned up when his belly rumbled.'

With a giggle nestled in Alfred's sentence, Damian spoke again, shaking his head 'No. Father and I have been working on a portal and when I was grabbing a tool, he connected two wires, which opened a portal and pulled him in. By the time I came close, the portal closed.'

Looking at Alfred with a concerned look, you spoke what you two were thinking, 'And how come you two didn't tell us about that portal?'

Damian shook his head 'I-I have no clue, y/n.'

'Okay... and do you know where the portal leads to?'

'Between our world and other 456 parallel universes.'

fuck

Sighing deeply, you look at Damian 'So we have 1 in a 456 chance of finding him?'

'Yes. So are we going?' Damina asked, ready to jump into the adventure of the chance to jump from one universe to another

'No. We aren't. Damian, I can barely turn on the TV here without asking for help. And by no means will I manage to open a portal. We only have to wait and be next to the Bat computer to see if there are any anomalies. If an anomalie happens, I know someone who can help us.' I say, looking at the small assasin child

Damian looks up at you, his eyes asking questions, 'Who do you know, mother?'

'A friend, someone I knew way before you and Bruce. Even before I met Clark.'

You look at Alfred smiling 'He will show up, right Alfred?'

Alfred responds, faying his smile 'Of course, Misstress y/n.'

While the day dragged along in a snail-pace of time, you felt yourself doze off on the bat computer, a small trail of drool leaving a trail on the keyboard that was far too uncomfortable, but when you are fatigued, anything can be a pillow, and that stiff neck fo yours is a problem in the morning.

A shift in the air moved and circled, stirring you up from your slumber. Your eyes slowly open, adjusting to the luminous light that materialized in the Batcave, the wind pushing around the whirlpool of light as a tall, a dark shadow exited out. Staying up on numb legs, you felt the same pull you felt with Bruce, a warm safe space that drew you two always closer.

'Bruce?' you asked cautiously as you paused. The shadow you saw his features, the sharp hairstyle that was always in place, his tall and muscled build that was engraved in your mind. You knew that was him. Moving to him, you felt a wave of relief wash over you but another one followed, disappointment.

'Where were you?! We were worried sick about your stupid ass! How could you not tell me that you were making a goddamn portal in the house, Bruce!' you directed your words at him, the light of the rustled and shined over his taller-than-usual figure but nonetheless, you continued, 'And don't think for a fact you went to another universe that means I will get any sympathy from me. You are sleeping on the couch for the next 3 weeks.'

As the portal began to size down the light shimmered down you step back letting yourself catch a breath, sure you were mad but you were also glad that he was alive.

With the portal gone, the shadow started to dissipate bringing back the man you loved. You waited, a small smile on your face as you heard him speak a few shades deeper than what you know 'You were right. She is a firecracker.' Stepping back few more steps at the unfamiliar tone you watched a shape move behind him tall as him, same as him, did Bruce duplicate?

Leaning on the Bat computer, ready to press the button on the keyboard to call the remainder of the Bat Family you watched carefully as one moved closer to you, revealing... Bruce, your Bruce with a small smile.

'Sorry I was gone, dalrin.''

'Bruce, what is going on?'

'I met someone along the way.' Bruce steps for you to see the man that you talked to, with one confident step the man steps to you, his features coming to light, grey hair styled in a way that not even the wind could move one strand, his blue eyes decorated with wrinkles and his smile eerily identical to Bruce's looking at them side by side it struck you

'Love, this is my father, Thomas Wayne. In the universe I stumbled upon was a universe where my father was the Batman, and I was shot that night.'

Thomas smiled warmly at you, offering a hand to shake 'It is a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. L/n. Bruce has told me a great deal about you.' Shaking his strong hand, you think

What a great first impression. First, I thought he was Bruce and second I gave him an earful. What a great first impression.

'It is great to meet you, Dr. Wayne. I apologize for my actions beforehand, I thought you were Bruce and wel-'

'No worries about that. It is great to know that my son has someone who keeps him in check.' He spoke as you awkwardly laughed it off.

Bruce stood next to you, placing a hand on your waist 'Let's try this one more time. Father, this is Y/n, she is the love of my life, and the woman I wish to marry and spend the rest of my life.'

It's your time to be shocked yet again. You and Bruce never talked about it, only joking about being called Mrs.Wayne but he never communicated his desire to get married. Thomas glimpsed at the two of you, Bruce stood proudly with you while you tried your best to conceal your red cheeks and shocked eyes at his claims 'You better treat her right, son.' Thomas spoke

'He does, Dr. Wayne.'

You uttered, looking at the alternative universe father-in-law as Bruce examined your expression and in that moment, he felt himself fall in love yet again with you.

'How about we grab a bite? I am sure that Dr. Wayne would appreciate a good breakfast.'

Thomas nodded his head in agreement, beaming 'I'd love that, but y/n, no need for formalities. Call me Thomas. I haven't been a doctor in decades.'

'Sure. Thomas.'

Grabbing Bruce's hand you three exit the Batcave and head to the living room.

Strolling into the living room, you smelt Alfred's mouthwatering breakfast, scented the familiar maple syrup, and took notice of the sizzling bacon.

'I am bringing our guests.' You announced and Alfred cracked a smile as he watched you bring Bruce into the dining room where Damian was already seated. Alfred placed the lofty breakfast on the table. Pivoted to Bruce switching into scolding mode 'Now, young Master, I think we could have a great and lenghty chat about what goes in the Batcave.'

As Bruce stood behind you, Thomas' voice boomed into the ear of the butler 'I agree, Pennyworth. He surely needs that talk."

Alfred froze when he heard that voice. His eyes caught onto Thomas and he felt and thought that he was dead, joining the afterlife as there was no way that the deceased Thomas Wayne was standing before him.

'Master Wayne?' Alfred weaved quietly towards the man, and Thomas smiled 'Hello, old friend.'

He spoke, grabbing the longtime friend into a bone-crushing hug. Smiling at the interaction, Damian stood from his seat, walking towards his alternative universe grandfather 'So by my conclusion…you are my grandfather?'

Thomas stepped and crouched down to his eye level, smiling 'Yes, but I am. From another world.'

'I figured as much.'

Thomas looked at Damian and Bruce, his gaze shifting from one to another 'The resemblance is uncanny. He is your and y/n's copy.'

You felt yourself freeze as you interrupted him 'Thomas, he isn't mine. I--i mean he is my son but he didn't come from my stomach. Damian's mother is a leader of a group of assassins.'

Thomas stood up, watching his son 'You cheated, son?'

Bruce shook his head 'Father, no. Damian's mother and I met before me and y/n. Damian's mother was a --'

'She is a cold-hearted assassin who doesn't care about me or my well-being.' Damian cut in, saying what he considered his mother.

Thomas looks to the side, a bit shy about this situation, thanks Bruce.

Alfred coughs dryly, breaking the tension 'Let us all sit for a nice breakfast.'

Sitting next to Bruce you saw his smile, his true smile. The one reserved for you, comfort moments you both encountered and made, a smile that told you he felt at peace.

As everyone ate you desired to ask questions your father-in-law 'So Thomas, what do you think about Bruce being this world's Batman?'

Thomas looks at you a slight smile 'I always believed in the multiverse, and I alwats hoped that in one of them my son is alive and living his life. Being Batman, I suppose, is a part of the Wayne lineage, but what I mostly hold important in my heart is that my son is happy.' And he smiles bigger. 'And I can see that he truly is.’

Blushing at Thomas' words you looked at Bruce, your eyes twinkling with love while his blue irises showered you in silent praise 'I definitely am.'

Damian whispers to Thomas 'Thanks a lot. Now they will make-out in front of us.' Thomas laughs, whispering in the exact low tone 'That's good. It's better than to fight, besides, Martha adn I were the same. Always in love, never apart.'

Bruce turns to Damian saying slyly, 'You are aware that you are across the table, and not 40 meters away, Damian. We can still hear you.'

Damian rolls his eyes, playfully but nonetheless taking his grandfather's words to heart. It is definitely better for them to be in love and not fight. 'I have to feed Bat-Cow. Y/n, will you help me? I am too short to get the ball of hay.'

Smiling you stand up, leaving with Damian. Alfred, Thomas, and Bruce stayed at the table.

'Bat-Cow?' Thomas asked, perplexed, while his hands tingled

'No worries, Master Wayne. Thankfully, it is not a hybrid of a cow and bat; it is just a plain cow with an artistic name.' Alfred spoke

'Father, stay.' Bruce blurred out, declaring the thing he wished he would receive an optimistic answer to

'Bruce... I can't. If I stay long enough, my universe will disappear. Besides, if I did.... I don't want you to grieve all over again.'

'Believe me, Master Wayne...Master Bruce still grieves to this day.'

Thomas stands up from his seat, hugging his son 'I love you, Bruce. There is no need to grieve anymore. It won't change anything. You have no idea how much it brings me happiness to see you happy with Alfred, your son, and Y/n.’ Thomas didn't let Bruce stand up, not to see the small pixel-like specs encircling Thomas' legs. Alfred noticed the scene but stayed silent.

'When I see you looking at your son and Y/n I see myself and my life I had before that night. And it makes me so happy to see it. I know that it can be better. You make me proud every day, and will continue to do so."

The pixels reached Bruce's eyesight, standing up to look at hIs father, Bruce weakly said 'Stay...please.'

'It's not me to decide but I am happy I had a nice meal with your family.'

Kissing his forehead, Thomas dissipated back into his universe. Bruce looks at Alfred a small tears escaping his eye. The two men stand up, hugging each other, leaning on this moment. Bruce wanted to talk to his father more to make up for the lost and stolen time. It was time that he wanted nothing more than to be a son again. Alfred wanted to talk more to Thomas about Bruce. To tell him how he has matured, how he traveled the world and yet came back home, in Gotham, to make the city shine brighter than ever. To tell him how Bruce keeps an engagement ring for y/n ever since she moved into the manor but is not sure when to pop the question.

Both Bruce and Alfred wanted to tell him about their path of trying to grasp at straws to find justice in this forsaken town.

Pulling away from the hug Alfred spoke, 'As you can see, your father is proud at you. And I believe that goes for every Thomas Wayne in any alternative universe.'

Bruce looked at Alfred, nodding in confirmation 'I do believe that but I also am proud of the father that raised me as well. The one standing in front of me.'

Alfred's eyes twinkled in appreciation no words needed to be spoken at that response, there simply weren't those words that could how Alfred felt in this moment.

Steps echo closer and closer as you come back, with no sight of Thomas.

'Is he gone?' You ask, seeing Bruce walk to you, a smile on his face.

Bruce nods, hugging you, Feeling a bit sad at not being able to say goodbye to your father-in-law you ask Bruce 'How are you feeling?'

Pulling away Bruce chuckles 'Good. This moment made me realize some things. About my family.'

Bruce understood. The reason he went into that portal and brought his father here, it was a shifting moment for him, a moment to bring him in a more grateful state, he knew how lucky he was to have Alfred as his father figure, his son, and you, possibly his future fiancee.

That is until he pops the question.

Hope you enjoyed it!

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The Birth of Valentine

Bruce Wayne/Batman X Pre-Batmom!Reader

A/N: I think I’ll be cutting most of my Author’s Notes out of future Fics. It seems like no one reads them anyways. Nevertheless, enjoy this prequel! - Nemo

Summary: Living in Gotham City is rough, and night spent fighting crime and causing it only mean you end up more tired than before. One day you get a gift, and that puts a whole new level of meaning to the words ‘true justice’. 

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Gotham was a nasty place, there was no doubt about it. 

Crime, from pickpocketing to almost genocide, was always happening - and if it wasn’t, it was being planned. The city you called home, located neatly in New Jersey, was also home to one of the largest collections of Villains (‘Super’ or otherwise) this side of the Atlantic Ocean. An attack on Gotham’s population was a monthly occurrence - or at least if felt like it.

Luckily, and for some unluckily, Gotham was also home to one of the greatest heroes humanity had to offer. You. 

And some other guy who dressed up as a Bat, with a vampire-like attitude to match. 

While you were only able to reach certain areas of Gotham, to protect those who needed it, he was able to reach all of Gotham, and not only protected the people, but defended them too. Admittedly, you did go about things a little differently. 

He seemed to be funded (lucky bastard), and showed up with his own decked-out car, plane, bike, even a boat, and all on top of an array of weapons and gear to help him out. As far as him getting a hand of help, he didn’t exactly seem to be asking for it. He worked alone.

You, on the other hand, took help wherever you could get it. You still remember going out on your first night, decked in a bandana your grandmother had given you last time she visited, and whatever clothes you could find in your closet that hid your identity, while still being maneuverable. When you went out, you didn’t just save people, you found you were able to take things too. 

While you were able to protect the children from their parents, and another person from a group in an alleyway, just the same were you able to climb through a vent in a jewelry store and sneak down to fill your pockets without showing your face. It kept people safe, and it kept food in your belly and a roof over your head. 

But one day, after fending off a group of wannabe manly teenage boys, the elderly woman who was left behind curled her boney fingers around your hand and tugged you all the way back to her home. There she set her things down, and plucked a longsword off the table in the corner. 

She laid it in your hands, smiling up at you with wrinkled lips, and wrapped your gloved fingers around the blade. 

“You have a kind heart,” she’d said, “But a clouded mind. You strive for justice, and yet you fail to truly create it.” 

She turned her back to you, going back over to the table to gingerly gather a book from the cupboard underneath it. 

“Study. Meditate. Apply. Then you will be able to judge.” 

You left her very confused, and owning one more sword and book than what you had less than fifteen minutes earlier. You took the rest of the night off - that Batman guy was handling himself well enough without getting in your way anyway - and took up studying the book. It wasn’t exactly in English, or any other language found on Google Translate, so you figured you needed to give yourself a little history lesson. 

Three months and a round trip to England later, you knew what the book said, and you knew what you had to do. 

What an old lady had to do with a book saying things like this one did, you had no clue, but you did know that the book helped you use the sword. Or helped the sword use you.

It was a modern-day King Arthur’s sword. 

Back home in your appartment, among your corkboards and dim lighting, you were able to read it.

“Granting power beyond the supernatural, eyes seeing more than just above the surface,” you read, “Properly used, it can judge a man justice - pure and true. But poorly used by an ill hand, it can tear down - bringing destruction and chaos.” 

Eyeing the sword, its blade neatly wrapped in a red cloth across the room, you lent back in your chair. You almost wondered what it had seen. How much war, death, and blood. Surely it must’ve seen good things too, peace, rebirth, or mercy. 

Turning a page in the book and taking it in one hand, you kept reading and walked over to handle the sword. There was one phrase in the book that wasn’t like the rest. It wasn't the same language, in fact the ‘sore thumb’ sentence was much easier to translate than the rest, because it was in Latin. Translating the words ‘Acta deos numquam mortalia fallunt’ was like a godsend compared to everything else. However, when you spoke them aloud, in English no less, you regretted calling them a godsend. 

“I get it’s good advice, but the hell is "Mortal actions never deceive the gods," supposed to mean -” 

A jolt was sent up your arm, stopping your words in your throat. You dropped the book from your hand, and while you wanted to also drop the sword or let out a yelp, nothing more happened. You were practically frozen to the spot. Looking down, you could see the markings on the sword glow, and catching your reflection in the window you saw your eyes were matching the glow like there was no tomorrow. 

That night you took to the streets of Gotham. 

You caused no havoc, you stole nothing, you broke into nowhere. Instead you leap from rooftops, you shimmied up walls, and leaped off buildings. 

The sword let you serve justice - pure and true - and it would help you do that by any means. With the sword you had a purpose, and that purpose made you indestructible.

So you donned a name, and among the darkness of the night you joined the ranks of vigilantism. 

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May Flowers Challenge Day 14

Prompt: “Sing to me” requested by Anon

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Word count: 680

Warnings: Nightmares

It started with Dick. When Bruce had first brought him home as a boy he'd been riddled with nightmares, and during his time as Robin they hadn't eased. You'd found early on the one trick to soothe him back to sleep, and not once had it failed you. It continued on with Jason, Tim and even Damian, though if asked the latter would deny ever needing soothing. The secret remained between the two of you, just as the secret that even as grown men both Dick and Jason occasionally called you, needing it after a rough night, stayed between you and them. 

All the years you'd looked after your boys, helping them the only way you knew how. The only thing you'd never done was soothe Bruce. 

He had nightmares, yes, and often, but usually, all he needed was to hold you close, feel your body warm and alive against his, and he'd calm down. 

You knew that night would be different immediately. 

The wild thrashing roused you at first. Bruce never jerked like that, not that violently. The sound came next. The grunts and groans mingled with small broken noises that tore your heart in two. All the years and you'd never heard him like that. 

"Bruce?" You called softly, hoping to be gentle in waking him. 

Bruce didn't respond so you propped yourself up, switching on the bedside lamp. His face was contorted, like he was in pain, a sheen of sweat covering his forehead and spreading down over his chest. 

"Bruce," you called again, this time reaching out to nudge his clammy shoulder. "Wake up!" 

Bruce jerked awake, bolting upright in the bed, head coming to rest between his knees as he gasped for breath. 

"Hey, hey, it's okay." Moving behind him you rubbed a hand over his back and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. "Breathe for me."

Slowly, very slowly, Bruce got his breathing under control, though every muscle he had still remained taught and tense. 

"Y/N…" Bruce's voice was barely a croak as he spoke, leaning back into your embrace. "Y/N."

"I'm here," you whispered, running fingers through his hair as his head came to rest on your chest.

"I lost you. I lost all of you. I couldn't save you."

"I'm fine. We're fine. All of us."

Bruce nodded, releasing a shuddering breath. "It felt real."

You shifted the both of you back enough to be more comfortable, Bruce's arms snaking around your waist. "It wasn't real. It couldn't have been because you always protect us.” 

Bruce was quiet for a moment, simply resting against you while you continued to play with his hair. 

"Will you…will you do what you do with the boys? Sing to me. Please."

It was the first time he'd ever asked for it and a true testament to how bad the dream had been. 

"Of course."

You had different songs for all the boys, ones that brought specific comfort for each one. With Bruce, you didn't have that. Had never needed it. 

You picked the song you had your first dance to, singing it quietly into the semi-darkness. You felt Bruce relax more and more into you, and when you were done, shifted to kiss your collarbone. 

"Thank you."

"Of course. Feel better?". 

"Mmm. I understand why the boys seek you out now." Bruce pulled back, moving instead to lay next to you, the both of you laying on your sides looking at each other. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'll never have to find out either. I'm always going to be here."

"You can't promise that. One day I might fail you."

"You won't. I know you won't." You leaned in, kissing him softly. "No matter what you could never fail me."

Bruce smiled softly, looking exhausted still. "I love you."

"I love you too. I'll always love you."

This time it was Bruce who closed the gap for a kiss, cupping your jaw in his palm tenderly, as if he was scared you might break. 

"You're my everything, Y/N."

"And you mine."

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[waiting-for-motivation]

moans, groans and scars

summary: (Y/n) visits her husband, Bruce Wayne, while he is training in the batcave. After some sarcastic remarks they both enjoy a warm shower.

pairings: Bruce Wayne x Reader

warnings: fluff, mentions of one injury, smut, unprotected shower sex

words: 1934

a/n: that gif should be a warning

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

„You know that you make exact those sounds when we have sex?“ (Y/n) stops on the stairs and stares at her training husband. He is lifting some heavy weights but as soon as he hears the voice of his beloved wife, Bruce puts the weights back on their bracket. Slowly, he looks to (Y/n) and can‘t keep back a smile seeing her on the stairs. Her hair is in a messy bun. There is no make up on her face which makes her ten times more beautiful. She only wears one of his shirts, that is way too big for her small form, and some shorts. In her left hand she is holding a bowl full of raspberries.

„Not everyone can make such cute noises like you, honey.“ While Bruces lips leave a low laugh, (Y/n) takes the last steps and walks to her husband who is still laying on the weight bench.

„Funny.“ (Y/n) rolls her eyes and stops next to the bench, looking down at Bruce. Droplets of sweat run from his forehead to his chin. Because he isn‘t wearing a shirt, (Y/n) can stare shamelessly at his toned chest. But there is one thing that worries the young woman - the scar on his left shoulder.

Without warning (Y/n) throws one of her legs over the bench and sits on her husbands lap. Immediately Bruce groans.

„What’s wrong? Am I too heavy? I bet those weights there weigh more then me.“ (Y/n) says a little bit sarcastic and points to the heavy weights Bruce was lifting moments ago.

„I didn‘t expect you to sit there.“ Bruce admits and closes his eyes for a moment, trying to concentrate on something else then his wife sitting on his lap. Unfortunately, his attempts fail the moment (Y/n) starts moving slightly. Bruce opens his eyes again, only to see his wife popping a raspberry in her mouth. (Y/n) smiles innocently at the man underneath her.

„Why did you come down here? Only to distract me from work?“ Bruces questions gets ignored.

„Did you get thicker? I swear if your thighs get any bigger, I see no chance for me to straddle your lap in the future. That would be a shame, don‘t you think?“ (Y/n)s right hand wanders to Bruces chest and slowly caresses his muscles there. After a few seconds her fingers trace the big scar on his left shoulder. (Y/n) remembers the day Bruce got this scar as if it was yesterday. It was another lonely night for her and because she couldn‘t sleep, she left her bedroom searching for Alfred or at least some food. She found none of it. What she found was Bruce stumbling out of the batmobile. And to make matters worse he was bleeding. Of course.

Everything happens so fast. Alfred arrived just after her and patched Bruce up. He became unconscious a few times. And everything (Y/n) did, was standing shaking and with tears in her eyes next to her husband. When Alfred finally was finished, Bruce woke up again and already tried standing up again. Stubborn, as always. (Y/n) and Alfred helped him to his bedroom and his wife made sure that he didn‘t leave his bed for one whole month.

Sometimes she wishes for Bruce to get injured again, so that (Y/n) can take care of him again and stay all day in bed with him.

The sound of an opening door, wakes (Y/n) up from her daydream. Alfred enters the batcave with a tray in his hands. He only notices the couple when he sets the cup of tea on Bruces desk and looks for the man himself.

„Oh, pardon. I didn‘t want to interrupt something. I thought Master Wayne was alone down here.“ Bruce closes his eyes again and opens his mouth to say something but (Y/n) already does.

„It‘s okay, Alfred. You caught us doing far worse things. Remember the one morning in the kitchen where Bruce had me…“ A slight slap on her thighs stops (Y/n) in retelling the story any further and embarrassing everyone in the cave. „Ouch!“ Indignantly, the young woman looks at her grinning husband who has now both of his hands on her thighs.

As fast as it‘s possible for Alfred, he puts an empty cup on the tray and leaves the cave.

„Did I say something wrong?“ Bruce laughs and watches (Y/n) taking another raspberry and putting it between her lips. She seems a little absent, as if she is dreaming. Bruce takes his chance, sits up and put his lips on hers. He takes the raspberry from between her lips and eats it, never separating their lips. (Y/n)s free hand wanders over his chest and to his back, sending chills over Bruces body. Their lips move with each other’s for while, tasting the sweetness of the raspberry until (Y/n) moves her head away from her husbands.

„That was my raspberry.“ (Y/n) states and takes her hand from Bruces body, only to grab another raspberry and eating it. „Oh, and you stink like a teenager who didn’t shower for a whole week.“ She adds, abruptly standing up from her husbands comfortable lap and walking back to the stairs. But before she can reach them, two strong arms wrap around her body, lifting her up. Bruce takes the bowl from (Y/n)s hands before she can let it fall because of shock and sets it down on the next shelf. A small scream escapes (Y/n)s lips.

„Let‘s add this to the cute noises you make in bed.“ Bruce laughs right next to (Y/n)s right ear which sends a shiver down her body. Her husband throws (Y/n) over his broad shoulder and carries her upstairs and walks right to the next bathroom. On the way (Y/n) has a good view of her husbands ass which puts a grin on her lips.

Arriving in the big and rather dark bathroom, Bruce sets his wife down, smiling at her.

„Three weeks. You smell like a teenager who didn‘t shower for…“ Again, (Y/n) gets interrupted but this time it‘s not because of Alfred, but Bruces lips. While he takes his shoes off, he takes ahold of his shirt on (Y/n) and pulls it over her head. No bra, of course isn’t she wearing a bra.

They walk slowly to the big shower, leaving a trail of clothes behind them, until they are both fully naked and inside the shower. As Bruce closes the glass door, (Y/n) turns on the water and enjoys the warmth for a moment. Then Bruce joins her and takes most of the water from her because he is much bigger than her. In every way. But that doesn‘t stop (Y/n) in wrapping her arms around his muscular body. Her head is right in front of his scar which she starts kissing carefully. Bruces hands start drawing patterns on her back until one of them wanders to her ass and finally between her legs. Immediately, (Y/n) moans, closes her eyes and lays her head on his chest.

„Shhh. It‘s okay, darling.“ Bruce caresses her back as (Y/n) starts whimpering because he inserts one finger into her. One of (Y/n)s hands leave Bruces back and starts stroking his half erected cock. Both start moaning in sync until Bruce starts walking and presses (Y/n) against the dark marble wall.

They start kissing again and their hands explore the others bodies as if it‘s the first time they touch each other. Although in truth it‘s the millionth time. Bruces hands once again find (Y/n)s ass but this time to lift her up. Instinctively, his wife wraps her legs as well as arms around his body; never letting go of Bruces lips.

„Oh god. I love you so much.“ (Y/n) whispers and runs her fingers through her husbands hair.

„I can only return that, darling.“ Bruce takes one of his hands from (Y/n)s ass to grab his fully erected dick and guid it to (Y/n)s wet entrance. As the tip touches her lips, a shiver runs through (Y/n)s whole body and makes her moan. She doesn‘t know how Bruce does it but every time they get intimate, it‘s as if he is the first man to ever touch her. It feels like magic. Pleasuring magic.

They both moan when Bruce sinks his cock a few inches into (Y/n), interrupting their heated kiss. And as he is halfway inside her, Bruce feels how (Y/n) starts pressing her nails into his back. He knows what‘s happening. (Y/n) need a short break. Even though they have almost every day sex, some days even too much, Bruce is still too big for her.

„Are you okay?“ Bruce asks after a moment and (Y/n) takes her head off his shoulder to look in his brown eyes. She nods and lays her soft lips onto his.

That‘s Bruces okay to sink his cock fully inside her. Bruce starts panting and (Y/n) starts kissing her way from his mouth to a sensitive spot on his neck which makes him groan like he did when lifting weights.

„There it is.“ A giggle leaves (Y/n)s lips but a intensive moan follows after because Bruce starts moving inside her. At first carefully and loving then he gets faster and grabs her hips rougher. Tomorrow there will probably be red marks in the shape of his big hands. Soon (Y/n)s moaning and Bruces groaning as well as the sound of flesh meeting flesh fills the shower.

Than Bruce changes the angle so that he can kiss down his wife’s chest and suck on her breasts. His hips move even faster than before and he can feel that he is close. But he wont come first. So he puts his hand near (Y/n)s mound and puts his thumb on her clit to stimulate her further. In the exact moment he touches her bundle of nerves, an obscene moan leaves (Y/n)s lips.

„That‘s the cute noise I was talking about.“ After a few circles Bruce draws over her clit, her pussy starts to clench and it‘s obvious that she is reaching her high. Uncontrolled moans and groans leave (Y/n)s mouth and that‘s everything it takes to bring Bruce over the edge. Again, the low groans reach (Y/n)s ears and bring a smile to her lips.

Both of them need some time to get down from their high so they stay for a while in their position until Bruce finds the strength to pull his cock out of his wife. This sends another shiver through (Y/n)s body and as her legs touch the ground again, she need to lean on Bruce to not fall on the floor. Protectively, Bruce wraps both of his arms around his wife and they get back under the shower, enjoying the warmth and each other.

Even though it‘s quiet difficult for (Y/n) to wash Bruces hair, because of their heigh difference, she tries. And because her husband is a gentleman, he kneels on the floor to make it easier for her to shampoo his dark hair.

When they are finished with washing each other and relaxing a little bit more, they leave the warmth of the shower. The first thing Bruce does after leaving the shower, is taking the fluffy towel on the sink and wrap it around his wife - halfway over her head, as if she is a little child. Only after he gave her a loving forehead kiss, he takes the second towel and wraps it around his hips.

The moment he turns around to his wife, (Y/n) gives a quick kiss to the scar on his left shoulder.

[denouemwnt]

hope

you can also read it in AO3!

pairing: bruce wayne x batmom x batfam

warnings: swearing.

summary: Since your accident with the Joker, the doctors always told you and Bruce that it was impossible for you to have a biological child, you get pregnant, and the whole Bat Family is crazy with the news. But after you and your baby getting kidnapped, will they get to save you from the criminals hands?

request: Hi! I was wondering if you could write one where Batmom is pregnant and she gets kidnapped/injured (but the baby is okay) and batfam goes crazy trying to find her? With a fluffy ending

words: 2016

A/N: I. AM. BACK. I just want to say a huge THANK YOU to everyone that has supported my stories even when I disappeared from here. I really hope I get to write more so I can be more active here. ❤

(you can see my masterlist here!)

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Excited laughs echoed through the house, making you curious to know what was happening, but your stomach made a strange noise, insisting for you to continue eating the last piece of chocolate cake Alfred baked. Jason was sitting beside you, reading one of the books you just gave him. It was very uncommon to him to be reading in peace lately, but you were happy he managed to do it after giving to him one of your favorite books of when you were his age. Maybe he just needed a reminder of the things he loved doing.

You got really focused on eating the cake. It was so delicious that you couldn’t resist it, and so the baby slightly kicking your belly. Neither of you could. It was kind of hard sometimes, feeling that much enthusiasm inside you that the baby seemed to have. She was always moving and kicking, so there were a lot of jokes about that it wouldn’t take long for her to be the new Robin, always seeming to have a serious fight inside your belly.

All the talk about Robin and stuff made you insecure again because of that accident a long time ago, the one the doctors said it made impossible for you to have a baby, biologically. But that didn’t stop you from having a great number of amazing kids who gave you so much happiness. You wouldn’t be the same without them. They were as shocked as you when the pregnancy test was positive, you made it three times just to be sure. It was an impossible thing to happen, there wasn’t any chance of it, that was what the doctors said to you and Bruce after you lost your baby.

She was a miracle. A very happy and unexpected one, but she was bringing joy to all the Wayne family since the day you discovered you were pregnant, already charming everyone around her. It changed everything. Aside from the turbulence and nervousness of carrying her inside you for the first time and some people freaking out sometimes with the idea of having a baby in the house in just a few weeks, everything was going well. 

Your name was being called from the living room from three very happy kids, holding a lot of plastic bags with the Walmart name printed on it. “Over here in the kitchen!”, you answered, very curious to know what they bought. You had no idea what they were about to do.

Dick, Stephanie, and Duke placed the bags on the kitchen table right after you finished eating your cake. “What have you guys been up to?” You smile at them, happy to see them together. “We bought the baby some awesome gifts!” Steph gave you a warm smile. “Superhero gifts”, Duke continued. The three of them started pulling out the clothes from the bags, spreading them on the table so you could see. “With Bruce’s money,” Dick murmured and you laughed.

“As much I would love to see this, I’ve gotta go.” Jason closed his book and got up from the chair, whispering a quiet but sweet bye to you and leaving the room.

A head popped up from nothing, observing what was happening after fully appearing on the kitchen, like a normal person. “So after 3 hours, you came back.” They stared at each other for a moment before Duke answers, “We argued a little bit about the clothes.” You asked them to show you what they bought and you could see that they had something else in mind, other than just showing the clothes. And when you saw it, you realize what they were doing. Bruce did too, immediately.

Wonder Woman. Superman. Green Lantern. The Flash. Shazam. Aquaman. All the cute superhero clothes for your daughter to wear, but there was someone missing and they couldn’t hide that it was on purpose.

“Are you guys kidding me? I gave you 500 dollars and there’s not even one Batman thing?” All the eyes turned to you with the loud laugh that left your throat. Bruce was really mad at them for not buying anything Batman related, giving them a lesson that the bat was a true hero.

“Well, Bruce, we are very sorry to crush your dreams but… they don’t even sell this bat guy’s clothes there. Who is he the compared to Superman?” Stephanie tried not to laugh. You looked at your husband, he was angry, but you could see that playful glance on his eyes, ready to show them that Batman was a hero indeed.

And it got serious. Bruce gave you a quick kiss and left the room determined to buy all the Batman things to his daughter. 

_____

Everything was dark when you woke up, feeling lost, wondering where you were. The room was also cold, the chair you were sitting on was very uncomfortable. You had no idea what was happening, what was this place and how you got there. Tears were trying to fall to your cheeks, but you wouldn’t cry, you couldn’t. However, just the feeling of this situation remembers you the time when you lost your first child and you just wanted so badly to touch your belly and feel your baby, who was more agitated than ever. 

The last thing your memory allows you to remember is quickly heading to the nearest fast food place with Damian - who insisted to go with you - to buy the biggest cheeseburger you could get or that would affect the baby. You craved that burger for hours, you couldn’t wait anymore for Bruce to get back from the shop to see all the Batman things he got to your daughter.

You got off the sight of your son. Just one minute and they got you. 

“It is my fault, Father. I shouldn’t have lost her for just a minute.” Suddenly, everyone froze with the reaction of Damian. His hands went to his face, covering the tear that fell to his cheek. “Oh. My. God.” Jason whispered and then continued, “This shit is real serious. We are all going to die.” 

The door opened and your heart almost jumped from your chest. You could tell what all of this was about, but couldn’t they do it some months before or after you had your baby? It would be so much faster to end with it.

“I don’t really need to explain myself, do I? You must be used to it by now.” The man in a mask calmly said. “I honestly don’t give a damn about you, we just get the money and you get back to your family, ok? Simple as that.” You just nodded, seeing how impatient he was. “A few thousand will impact The Wayne like cents.” He continued.

And you were alone again. You and your baby, waiting for your family to show up. Oh, you would love to get out of this chair and kick their asses, but you couldn’t risk her life like that, as much you would love to. You just needed to stay awake and alert. That was it. You needed to-

Bruce felt a single drop of sweat fall from his face. He just sent the money to the group who kidnapped you and there wasn’t any answer from them by now, making him more nervous them before, wondering if you and the baby were fine. He thought it was simple, but then he realized it wasn’t like he thought it would be. They must have planned something else. 

“Something is wrong.” Tim murmured to himself behind his father, trying to find you in the bat-computer. Bruce turned to face the screen, asking him what did he found out. “Mom is not where we thought she was.“

After a few more moments trying to find you, Barbara couldn’t keep to herself what she thought about the situation.

“I think this is not a common kidnapping like someone would do to get money from Bruce Wayne. Maybe, they want something else, maybe her.” Barbara didn’t want to say that, because it would be closer to the truth, but she knew it was a possible option to happen. Bruce stayed quiet for a few minutes, staring at the map of Gotham on the computer, trying to think of where you were.

“Bruce, where are you going?” Dick goes after him. “Batman can’t go there, people will know”.

“I don’t fucking care!” For a moment Bruce shows his fear, but soon hides it behind a plain expression. “I’m going to save them.” He puts on his mask. “Cass, Duke, Jason. You’re coming with me. The rest of you stay here unless I say something. Understand?”

All of them nodded.

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You woke up with the sound of someone breaking the door of the room you were imprisoned in. 

“Hey, mom,” Jason whispered. “Oh shit, why are you crying? Did they hurt you?” He kneeled in front of you with his eyes wide. 

“No, no, we are okay. It’s the hormones talking, darling.” You smiled, assuring that you were fine. “Now, please, take us out of here. I didn’t finish my cheeseburger.”

“Yeah, about that... We have to wait until Cass gives me the sign to get out.”

“She is the best of you. I’m sure it will be quick.” You laughed at his face.

“Well then, if you like her so much then I think she can take you out of this room.” He mentioned to leave you there alone.

“Come on Jay, don’t leave your mother like that. Now take me out of these ropes.”

Cass gave Jason the sign to take you to the Batwing, but when you were living the room a guy appeared in front of you. You ran to the opposite side of the room so Jason started fighting him, soon joined by Bruce and Cass. In the middle of the fight, two more guys showed up.

“Tim, you said that the building was clean!” Duke screamed and ran to you. “Are you alright?”

“Oh, shit.” You stared at the liquid on the floor. “If you guys don’t beat the shit outta them I’m going to have my baby at this fucking floor!” You screamed in pain. “Go end this fight, Duke”

The pain was consuming you. The baby was supposed to be born in a few weeks. Not. Now. Not while her father and her siblings were fighting the guys who kidnapped her mother.

Bruce quickly saw your condition and the last man fell on the floor.

“Let’s go, Y/N. Everything is going to be okay.” He kissed your temple and carried you to the jet.

You husband was beside you, already dressed as Bruce Wayne, taking care of you until the car got you to the hospital. Cass, Jason, and Duke were getting the plane in a safe place.

Bruce got his phone to warn the rest of the family. “Alfred, tell-”

“We are on our way, Master Wayne.”

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You and your husband couldn’t stop smiling at her, such a beautiful baby. Every single one of the family couldn’t wait to hold her, but she needed to be checked by the doctors soon. Only you and Bruce were the ones who got to have her in your arms, admiring how much happiness she brought after that awful moment.

“So, thoughts on our last discussion about names?” He places your daughter carefully on your arms.

Until that moment, you and your husband had an idea of her first name, but you hadn’t decided yet the baby’s middle name. With your daughter in your arms and Bruce beside you with a bright smile on his face, you suggested: “What do you think of Hope?”. He stared at his baby for a minute. It was perfect. He was just the happiest man at that moment, with the family he never thought he could have. Bruce sighed, one arm around you while caressing his daughter’s tiny hand. 

“Welcome to this world, D/N Hope Wayne. You’ve got a mini Batmobile waiting for you at home.”

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[writing-essence]

Melodrama - Bruce Wayne

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Warnings: some anxiety, alcohol

Summary: Reader gets drunk at a party and it upsets Bruce. 

Author’s Note: Lorde mentioned that her song Melodrama was about those gross feelings you get after drinking at a party so I thought I’d base this off of that. -Kelsie

Word Count: 1005

The party that partook that previous night was a disaster. You were never good at social events, but this was worse than it ever could’ve gotten. Bruce tried holding a gettogether of businessmen so he could introduce new people to one of his companies. He asked you if you could attend the event so he could introduce you to everyone. You told him you would so you wouldn’t disappoint him. 

The room was filled with small talk and you felt the sweat start to form on your palms and under your arms. You couldn’t help the confused look on your face. You didn’t know where to go, which was unfortunate considering it was in your own house. Following Bruce around was a bad idea because you’d have to meet twice as many people than if you just stood in one spot. 

About an hour into the party, the bar started to look all too friendly. A couple drinks would slow you down a bit, right? You just needed to take the edge off. Five glasses of wine later, you finally felt okay. Actually, you felt great. Of course, you’d still rather be anywhere other than this lame event, but you stayed because Bruce asked you to.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked, taking the empty glass out of your hand, “A glass of wine always calms you down,” 

“Five glasses,”

“I’m sorry?”

“I had five glasses of wine,” You hiccuped and quickly covered your mouth. 

Bruce stared at you for a moment in disbelief. 

“I���ll have Clark and Lois take you somewhere to eat,”

“But you wanted me to stay,” You frowned, following him as he put your glass away.

“Not drunk, that’s a bad idea waiting to happen,”

“I’m not drunk,” You crossed your arms tightly around your chest and glared up at him, “ Anything that can happen, will happen,’ according to Murphy, we could have a great night!” 

“Murphey’s Law is ‘everything that can go wrong, will go wrong,’ so you proved my point for me,” He grabbed your hand and quickly pulled you out toward the foyer where Clark and Lois were. You couldn’t remember quite what happened after that. On the way to get food, you had fallen asleep so your memory was mostly foggy after. 

You woke up under a pile of blankets in a guest bedroom of the mansion. 

“Bruce?” You rubbed your eyes as you stumbled into the kitchen, a piercing headache wincing as the lights hit your eyes. You were royally hungover considering you didn’t drink any water the night before. Bruce, who was typing something on his computer, stopped to glance up at you. 

“Why was I in the guest room?”

“I was upset with you,” He looked back down at the screen and continued typing. 

Guilt dropped in your stomach and you frowned, “I didn’t mean to drink that much, I was nervous”

“So I won’t ask you to do it again,”

You could tell he was genuinely mad at you, so instead of fueling the fire, you stepped out of the room and toward the bathroom to shower. After making yourself decent, you wandered around the house looking for Bruce only to realize he wasn’t home.

Bruce rarely got mad at you, but when he did, he had reason. You knew you had messed up, obviously, but you needed to talk to him without making things worse. Your headache continued, so you ventured to the kitchen to take an aspirin. 

Hours passed and Bruce still didn’t come home. You peeked over your book to watch the sunset over the lake behind the house. Hours after that, still nothing. You glanced away from the news on the television mounted in the wall in front of you and down at your phone. No new notifications. You chewed at your bottom lip anxiously, hoping he was okay.  A few hours passed after that and you were starting to get tired. Your headache still pulsed despite taking another aspirin. You didn’t want to go to bed without having a real conversation with him, though, since you hated when he was mad at you. 

The front door finally opened and closed swiftly, and you paused the infomercial on the television as Bruce stepped into the room. He stopped swiftly once he saw you. 

“Why are you still up?”

“I wanted to make sure you got home okay,”

“You don’t usually,” He glanced at you once more before quickly going into the bedroom. 

You switched off the television completely and jogged after him.

“I hate it when you're mad at me,” You said from the doorway as you watched him unpack his briefcase on the bed. 

“I’m not mad at you,” He mumbled, his eyes focused on the papers in front of him, “I’m disappointed,”

“That’s worse,” He glanced up at you as your voice cracked. You couldn’t help the overwhelming feeling of guilt that had washed over you. His gaze softened instantly once he realized that he had upset you, but he didn’t take it back or apologize. 

“I know I’m being a bit hard on you,” he said, walking over to you, “I don’t know what it’s like to be anxious at parties like that. I grew up being a businessman,” 

“I shouldn’t have drank that much,” You mumbled, looking down. 

“No, you shouldn’t have,” He leaned down and kissed your head softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear in the process, “We’ll make sure it doesn’t happen next time,”

“So you’re not mad at me?”

“I’m never mad at you,”

“That’s a lie,” You frowned at the headache still pulsing in your brain and rubbed your eyes tiredly, “I had a horrible day,”

“Part of that was on me,” He admitted, stepping forward to engulf you in a hug, “I’m sorry,”

You shrugged in his embrace and looked up at him, “I’m sorry too,” 

He leaned down and kissed you quickly before turning back to his paperwork on the bed, “No more drinking,”

“Deal,”

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Stupid man

Word count: 1900

Pairing: Batman x fem!reader

Summary: Bruce uses 'code 4' while encountering the Scarecrow resulting in defining the next moments that would shake up his family and his future

Warning: brief depiction of the fight and sad Alfred and sad Dick

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"..."

"Batman."

"..."

"..."

"Batman!!!"

"...Code 4..."

"Bruce! Bruce, stay with me! Dick, Bruce needs help!"

"On it, Y/n."

Y/n examines the live cam seeing the infinite black ground covering it. Her hands quiver over the control, hoping her man will live to witness another day. Steps crumble toward Batman Y/n, sighing a breath of relief and sitting on the closet chair. 

"Thank god you are here, Dick."

"What?! No, Batcomputer... I am 3 minutes ETA."

Fear poisons her veins as Y/n listens closely.

"What's wrong, Batman!? Scared?"

Y/n's eyes glaze on the computer screen, her voice letting out the villans name, her voice matching with Bruce's

"Scarecrow"

"Scarecrow"

"Do not worry, Batman. You will not die...Not yet, but your veins will pollute themself with my fear of toxins. I cannot wait to see if this will break you or make you into my Scarecrow. "

Another pair of feet grumble down, rushing in while grunts cascade from Scarecrow.

"Move away from him, buttface!" Dick roared, smashing the straw-filled enemy, managing to cuff him down in 4 agonizing minutes for Y/n. The police sirens howled into the Gotham sky, taking the Scarecrow away. 

"Batcomputer, we are coming back."

"Copy."

The Batmobile drove in as Y/n observed anxiously, already preparing an operating table for Bruce. The door opens with a swift movement, Y/n placing herself under Bruce's weight and Dick helping out. Placing the wounded brute on the table, Alfred comprehended what he had to do. His stoic face examined the patient's body, witnessing his sweating going faster, his face painting itself in a heartbreaking expression, eyebrows stitched together, mouth emitting pained groans and vocal no's, eyes rolling back the white canvas painted with tiny green veins. 

To her, it all collided in her mind, he was wounded deeply, and he could die. He is human. He isn't indestructible like he vowed to her when she uncovered his secret. She could wake up tomorrow and find him 6 feet under. His hands could not hug her or console her. His smooth voice could not comfort or call her when she lost her way in the manor.

She was mad to think that there would be this his end. Dying of old age for the Batman?! She was mad to think that... and more so to believe that he would survive this so easily.

Her expression zoned out, looking at Bruce's hands. With an "I could have done what I could, now we wait for it to pass" from Alfred, Y/n walked over to Burce, clutching his hand and sitting next to him, her face blank as ever.

Alfred gave Dick a comforting hug wishing his son would survive this live nightmare. Alfred walked to Y/n as Dick stood at Bruce's other side while Alfred spoke softly to Y/n.

"Mistress Y/n, rest. I will mind him."

With no glance adverting towards the lovely father figure, Y/n spoke, "No. I will stay with him. You two go rest and...and I don't know."

Alfred and Dick exchanged glances between themself, knowing fully well there was no room for discussion, the ambiance feeling incredibly heavy by the moments that let up until now. Moving away from the couple, they let the bat calls echo on the stone walls, encapsulating the worst moment in their lives.

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Trying to stay awake after almost 40 hours of torturous silence and stillness, Alfred put his foot down at the utterly tired woman. 

"All right, Mistress Y/n. Sleep now...IN the Master Bedroom."

Y/n responds in a burb of words, "No... He...Wake...Want to see... Blue eyes... no sleep...coffee..."

"You already had your 10th cup, and I pledge that you now have coffee running through your veins. Go rest. Now!"

Alfred pulled her away, dragging her to the much-needed rest letting involuntary Alfred watch over his adoptive son. 

~~~~~

Time passes as it does while Bruce feels the cold ambiance of the Batcave. His eyes open, noticing Alfred's dead pained gaze. Alfred spluttered some words that were more so sounds with no context as he looked at Bruce sitting on the table. Alfred steps in front of his family, hugging him, not feeling the weight that passed his heart, the deadly weight he would drag into the ground with him. Bruce jerks in the hug his cold skin touching against the warm cotton-laced fabric of his butler. 

"How long was I out?"

Alfred brokenly whispers, "Too long. We already thought the worst, Master Bruce. Don't do that again."

Pulling back, Alfred sighed a breath of relief. His brain rolled back all of the fondest memories he had with Bruce, and it was most of his life, but now seeing his blue eyes blinking, his mouth moving with words but Alfred hearing not one, just feeling the alleviation in his heart. 

"...Y/n?" The voices blur seemed to die down for Alfred, bringing him back, hearing Y/n's name.

"She is resting. She needs it. Mistress Y/n was by your side while you were at your most alarming. No sleep, food, just coffee, so many cups of coffee."

Alfred expressed in a tranquil tone seeing Bruce stand up on frail legs. Alfred stood in his spot, judging whether or not to speak and stop Bruce from walking, knowing full well where he was going. But Bruce was stubborn, not more than Y/n but more so than Alfred, leaving Alfred with a slight chuckle leave his lips.

"My goodness."

Bruce staggered step and step up the manor towards his master bedroom, not seeing much around himself, seeing solely stairs, his feet, and his left hand grabbing the rail for dear life. Bruce felt weak, he felt lost and shaken up, his mind filled with the remainder of nightmares, and he felt broken with all this unwanted movement in his body, mind, and soul. Bruce needed help, but he didn't want to ask. Bruce was ashamed to ask; he was a protector, yet there was no protector in him. One step more, he felt stronger, lighter, and more capable. As if...

"Need help, B-man?" Dick asked with a glint in his blue eye. The evident relief shows on the boy's face as he places himself under braces shoulder and puts Bruce's arm over his broad shoulders. Bruce let the grip of the handrail and leans on his son, letting him guide him up, feeling a tiny bit better now.

"You gave everyone a great scare. Don't do that again. Lost a lot of sleep."

Bruce croaked with a laugh. "And I'm guessing you replaced it with coffee."

"How did you know?" Dick questioned as they reached the top of the steps, a few efforts away from the bedroom. 

"Had a hunch." Bruce responds. Standing tall, Bruce hugs Dick, with the utmost emotion in his heart, towards Dick, a young boy who he gave shelter when he lost his parents, finding a few golden threads that connected them. Giving Bruce a new way to look at life, a moment that told him he wasn't the only one in this position. There were always other people to help, and this small boy, now a proud man, was standing in front of him, proud of helping him grow up in a safe home and letting him define a new generation of justice.

Dick froze in this moment. He felt Bruce's arms around his body, noticing the familial warmth radiating from his father. Hugs weren't rare, and yet they weren't often as well. Well, they were starting to get more often lately, thanks to Y/n influence. 

Communication is complex for Bruce, his primary source of love and communication was cut off a long time ago when he was eight, left only with his butler, who was also mourning, attempting to be a family figure for the boy. Life resumed, and Bruce continued to keep himself and others around him at arm's length, not comprehending what he was doing wrong. Only when he met Y/n. Who told him that communication would build him into a better person and father figure to Dick. Bruce preserved it in his mind, not acting much upon it until this moment, a moment where he felt that the right move would be a hug and the words...

"I love you..son." Bruce spoke clearly enough for Dick to pull back and look a second of puzzled look on his face before taking a chuckle out of it

"You still have a concussion."

Dick stepped away from him down the stairs, his steps seemingly crammed with joy, hearing the words he had heard from Bruce maybe a handful of times. Bruce limped gradually towards his bedroom, opening the heavy door with a slow swoosh, not wishing to wake up his girl. There she was. Sleeping on her side, her back facing him. Her curves were covered by the thick duvet cover that was dubbed an 'expensive heating blanket that could swallow me whole, and I wouldn't mind' by Y/n. His muscular weight dipped the bed slightly as he sat down, looking at Y/n shift towards him, her eyes still shut, laced with sleep. 

"Poor thing... Why didn't you eat anything? Why didn't you drink water like you always tell me to? I feel so stupid to have to put you through this to know how much I love and need you. When I had nightmares, one of my nightmares was seeing you walk past me, not knowing me, not kissing my cheek or holding my hand—just passing me, not even looking at me. And when I wanted to reach your hand, you looked at me with disgust and kept moving. Only for me to yell for you and watch you walk...away. I would never have thought I would see another day where you are in my life, our house, and our future."

Bruce's hand reaches for Y/n kissing her knuckle lightly just enough to stir her awake. Her eyelashes fluttered open, her eyes catching Bruce's figure concealed in the night sky's color. Standing up slowly, Y/n looked at his hand holding hers, examining his hand carefully, caressing her palm, drawing little shapes, tiny invisible hearts, and stars. Y/n looks up into his blue eyes, expressing uncertainty.

"Please, tell me this is real."

Leaning down to her, Bruce kisses her lips softly, answering in a hushed tone.

"I am here, sweetheart."

Y/n eyes twinkle and shake with tears brimming over the edge of her waterline as they begin to cascade down her cheeks. Bruce kisses her cheeks, dabbing away her tears. Y/n drew Bruce to herself, hugging him for dear life, hearing his strong heartbeat beating in a serene rhythm. 

"Don't do that ever again, stupid man. Stupid, stupid man." Y/n cried out to her man, feeling herself ache with the reality of his job and life purpose. 

"I won't, darling. I will never leave you again.'" Bruce promised, caressing her back gently, soothing her as she cried out. Bruce knew what happened to him was life-changing in more ways than one, and it nearly broke his family apart. Bruce was definitely in his peak physical shape, but mentally, he still had to shape himself into a man worthy of being a good son, a great father, and a one-of-a-kind future husband. 

But that will, for now wait, and so will the ring that was hidden in Bruce's drawer for another day.

Hope you liked it! Let me know what you think ❤️

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You’re Batman?- Bruce Wayne (2)

Part 1

He grumbled handing over his keys before leading you to the car.

You got in the driver’s seat whilst he got in the passenger seat, removing the mask from the wound putting it in his lap.

“Hey, do you want to die?” you hissed, “hold the damn mask to your head or I’ll have to drive one handed so I can hold there myself.”

He frowned putting the fabric back onto the gash on his head.

“Good. Still at Wayne Manor?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, I’m going to drive you home and then I’m going to sort out your head properly, I presume you have first aid kit,” you frowned starting up the car.

You had seen Bruce’s car before, and you had slightly fallen in love with it, so it was a pleasure to be driving it.

The drive wasn’t that long before he told you to just pull up outside and he’d sort it out in the morning.

You helped him stumble into the house before leading him to the living room leaving him on the sofa whilst you went to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit.

It felt weird being in Wayne manor again. You had been there before you practically grew up in it, but recently you hadn’t been there seen as you and Bruce had grown apart in recent years.

Once you had the first aid kit you carried it back to Bruce.

For the first time you were able to actually see the cut on his head. It wasn’t deep and it would probably heal fairly quickly, but it could also come with head traumas that you couldn’t see.

You sat down on the arm of the chair with your feet pressed against the seat.

He looked at you quizzically.

“Put your head in my lap.”

He frowned.

“Don’t make it weird, it’s just easier to see the cut this way.”

He shuffled over so he was kind of lying on the sofa with his head sideways on your legs, so you had access to the cut.

You got some of the antiseptic and put it onto a piece of cotton wool. You leaned over him slightly to have a closer look.

“This is going to sting a bit,” you said softly.

Lightly you dabbed the cotton wool onto his head getting an instant reaction. He flinched, throwing his head up towards yours colliding his head with your chin. The sudden blow shocked you knocking you backward off of the chair. Your back hit the floor, leaving your legs still thrown over the arm of the chair.

“Are you alright Y/N?” Bruce asked.

“Just peachy,” you groaned.

You laid still, until you saw Bruce lean over the chair to grab hold of your hands and pull you up so you were sat on the sofa once again.

“You’re bleeding,” he stated.

You touched your chin and looked at your hand to see blood on it.

“I’ll live, let me sort out your head then I’ll sort out my chin. Just don’t head-butt me this time,” you sighed grabbing the cotton wool and wiping his cut with it again, but making sure he was at arm’s length.

Once you had done so, and were prepared to hit him after all of his whining you got one of the rolls of cotton wool and folded it over  a couple of times putting it on his head and securing it with a bandage, seen as tape wouldn’t work due to his brown locks getting in the way.

“Clean it in the morning, if it hasn’t started to heal then you’ll have to go to the hospital to get stitches, but it should be okay, it’s not too deep,” you explained.

“Thank you,” he whispered, “let me sort out your chin, I’m sorry about that.”

You smiled sitting back and handing him the first aid kit.

He did as you had putting antiseptic onto the cotton wool before lightly pressing it to your chin. You flinched, causing him to laugh softly. He used his over hand to rest against your cheek, to keep your head still before focusing back on your chin.

Once he had cleaned it he pulled out a plaster and stuck it over the small cut, slightly brushing over your lip doing so. As he touched it his eyes rested on yours. His finger once again ran over your lip but this time purposely. He gave you a soft questioning look, before he moved his hands to rest on your cheeks before leaning in and kissing you.

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Social Media AU: Y/n Wayne loves "Big Boy" Baseball

Other Social Media AU Big Boys:

STEVE ROGERS

CLARK KENT

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NEON GIFT

Robert Pattinson! Batman x reader headcanon

Anon asked: Well given the trailer of the new Batman, the character is really angsty emokid with eyeliner riding a motorbike and soundtrack is Nirvana, so maybe something dark and heavy and of course smutty alone time with Batman? Neon colors appreciated😍😍😍

Hope you like it anon. Enjoy.

🦇Now, let's try a hand at this

-You know that from all song from Nirvana Bruce's staple is Silver

-He finds strange comfort in the sad lyrics when he feels down in the slumps

-Especially when he needs to focus on fixing his motorbike

-He just sits cross-legged on the Batcave floor and works away

-But what he didn't expect from life is you coming in his Batcave holding a tiny gift

-He drops the wrench question the subject of the box

'A gift?'

'No, a bomb... Of course... Dumbass.'

-he grins at your remark and opens the box above the bike

-removing the lid he finds small plexiglass with a black stand

'What’s that?'

'Clue detective, you need a power source.'

-seeing the white power cable he finds a socket putting it in

-the power sprung the glass to life showing a small neon text reading

Dumbass who reads

-Bruce giggles in seconds as he asks

'Thanks, I guess.'

'It's a custom made one so you better appreciate it. That's my mom's favorite saying. It cost me 75 dollars plus free shipping.'

-he looks down at the neon sing once again finding a silver lining in it

'Thanks. Really. How can I repay you?'

'Well since it is a quiet night you could give me a ride on the new and improved bike.'

-he gives in and all of the sudden you are riding with him in front as you go across town speeding through the empty streets seeing that you are exiting the city and going on the edges of it climbing up an upright road that seemingly leads to nowhere

'Don't worry we are almost there.'

-the bike speeds up and you had to cling tighter around his waist feeling the wind go around you as Bruce protected you from the intense wind

-closing your eyes you felt the bike slow down as your eyes open you saw a glimpse a scenery you didn't expect to see in your lifetime

-hurriedly going off the bike you passed Bruce and strolling to the edge seeing Gotham under your gaze seeing the city lights shining into the sky and many buildings that you never saw in Gotham questioning your own city

'Like it?'

'Love it. It's extremely beautiful.'

'I'm glad you liked it.'

-his hand held yours as you felt the wanting need to kiss at this moment

-turning to face him you stepped closer as you felt his other hand lay on your cheek feeling the warm heat that radiates from his strong hands

-his lips landed on yours and the ever so familiar feeling of love and peace blossomed in front of you

-the kisses pilled upon each other and you felt time just slow down letting your for once enjoy yourself

-his hands pulled you needingly as if telling you not to let him go, ever

-his hands grabbed your waist staying in place not wanting to ruin this moment in any inappropriate way

-his hands felt like godsent and you wanted them all over your body so you gave him a nudge putting his hand on your ass feeling his handgrip your flesh roughly making you moan in his mouth

-your own hands wandered over his toned body slipping under his jacket and shirt feeling the bulging muscles as you move them up and down feeling his every muscle as well as his scars

-gosh you wanted to protect this emo manchild

'Let's go back to my place.'

-nothing else was needed to be said as you two drove back into the Batcave

-oh god, how good it felt being pushed over the computer in the Batcave over the many controls as you felt his hands work on your body squeezing and worshiping every inch

-his hands pressed violently against the buttons and all of the suddenly Curt Cobain's voice screams behind you

I love myself better than you

I know it's wrong so what should I do?

-in the sudden shock you move away feeling your ears curse at you for being so damn close to the speakers as Bruce turns it off

'Sorry.'

'It's okay. I was just startled.'

-as much as his libido is cockblocked he loves these moments of laughter in the not most inappropriate time

-he found stillness at the moment when he saw your smile gracing your face

'Let's go to our bedroom.'

'Why? We can do it here.'

'Well... With my luck today if we stay here Alfred may come down.'

'True. Let's go and you can screw my brains out.'

[stilloutofmyvulcanmind]

An Unexpected Accident

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Gender Neutral!Reader

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Reader, Alfred Pennyworth

Word Count: 1700

Warnings: Car accident but mostly cheesy fluff

Summary: It’s two weeks before Christmas, and helping a stranger after a car accident leads to some unexpected events

A/N: This is just a short little thing that came from nowhere. Not written with any particular version of Bruce in mind.

You weren’t entirely sure how it happened. One moment you were driving home from work, carefully, listening to one of the many Christmas songs that had been playing on the radio as you went, the next, something was slamming into you. The force of the impact sent the car spinning, skidding across the icy roads at dangerous speeds. You tried, in vain, to get the vehicle under control, but it was hopeless. Another car hit. And another. There were others, in the background, you could hear the collisions, the screams, the shouts.

A final impact and everything went black.

You groaned groggily as you came to. You ached all over. You shivered. It was freezing. It took effort to raise your head, but slowly you managed to do so. The windshield was shattered, glass and falling snow coating the dashboard. Another time and it would’ve looked pretty. You looked through the hole. A streetlight had finally halted you it seemed. What was left of the front of your car was wrapped around it. 

Fuck, you’d gotten lucky.

But you needed to get out. 

Fumbling with the buckle of your belt, fingers feeling heavy and clumsy, and thankfully it popped loose. The door the passenger’s side was crumpled in, but somehow your side was still intact, and you managed to scramble out.

You’d gotten very lucky. 

You took a second, to just breathe and squash the need to vomit, then straightened up and looked around.

It was absolute carnage.

There must’ve been nearly a dozen cars. Some near on top of each other. Some in far worse shape than your own. People were everywhere. Some clearing the area, a couple were on phones, and you could hear sirens in the distance. 

You moved slowly, still not entirely sure how the hell you’d survived or how it hadn’t been so much worse. 

A woman screamed and pointed. Thick smoke was starting to plume up from one of the cars, dark and heavy. There was someone still inside it. A man. He wasn’t moving. Everyone was running away.

Damn it.

You ran towards the car, feet skittering over patches of ice, but somehow managing to remain upright. You reached the car, jerking at the handle of the door until it burst open suddenly enough to nearly send you flying backward. 

“Hey!” You shouted, leaning in to shake the older man’s shoulder. He groaned but didn’t respond otherwise. There was blood trickling down from his hairline. The smoke was getting worse, trying it’s best to choke you. “I’m getting you out,” you said between coughs, hoping he could hear you. 

Reaching in over him, you managed to pop his belt and free him. You draped one arm over your shoulders, holding onto him tightly as you pulled him free of the car. He managed to support some of his own weight, but not much, leaving you to nearly drag him away out of the smoke and to the safety of the sidewalk. 

You set him down carefully on a mostly snow-free patch, quickly removing the winter coat you were wearing and wrapping it around his fancy looking suit instead. The cold hit you immediately, even worse than before, but he needed it more. He looked to be pretty elderly, and he was hurt worse than you, keeping him warm was more important.

“Ambulances will be here soon. They’ll get you right in no time,” you told him, mostly just to fill the quiet. There were still people around you, but they were mostly too focused on themselves. “My name’s Y/N.”

“Al-Alfred…” He mumbled, opening his eyes and looking up at you for a split second before wincing and closing them again. “Thank...you…”

“It’s okay. Save your strength.” Alfred didn’t say anymore, but you kept talking to him, about nothing really, but it passed the long couple of minutes until firetrucks and paramedics flooded the scene, and whisked you both off in different directions to get aid. 

You hoped he’d be okay.

~

 You asked about him at the hospital, but no one was able to tell you anything. Casualties had been taken to a couple different hospitals though, so you weren't too surprised. Still, you were disappointed. As for yourself, you'd somehow managed to walk away with just a few scrapes, and a hell of a bruise across your chest from the seat belt. 

You were sent home the next morning, and a couple of days later business resumed as normal for you. 

It was a week later, near the end of the workday when a whispered commotion started to spread through your office floor. Bruce Wayne was in the building and no one knew why. 

You were less fazed than some. It wasn't that you didn't like him, far from it. His charity efforts alone made you respect him. You just didn't feel the urge to swoon and dote like some. 

So when the elevator pinged open, and the manager’s assistant pointed in the direction of your desk, it was a surprise for everyone. 

Everyone stayed calm, pretending to carry on working but continued to watch from the corner of their eyes as he walked over, exuding the confidence he always seemed to have. 

“Y/N Y/L/N?" 

You nodded, "Yes, sir."

"Bruce Wayne." He extended a hand which you shook. 

"Is there something I can help you with, Mr. Wayne?" Though what that could be, you didn't know. Your company had next to nothing to do with Wayne Enterprises, and even if it did, there'd be no reason for Bruce Wayne of all people to need to speak to you. 

"No, no, nothing like that. Is there somewhere we could speak more privately?" 

"Uhh yeah, this way." You led him to one of the smaller offices on the floor, closing the door behind you both. 

Bruce sat in one of the chairs, setting the plain bag he had with him on the floor, and motioning for you to take the one next to him. "Sorry for the mystery, I just prefer to talk one on one."

You nodded again, "Talk about what exactly?" 

"Last week. I wanted to thank you for what you did, face to face."

"I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"The man you saved, Alfred, he's my butler."

Oh. "Is he okay? I think we were taken to different hospitals."

Bruce smiled, "He's fine. A few stitches and a little shaken, but he'll be okay. Thanks to you."

"I didn't do anything special. Anyone would've done the same."

"Except they didn't. You were hurt and you still took the time to help someone else. A lot would call that being a hero."

You laughed at that, nervously. It was from the way Bruce was looking at you than anything. It was like he could see what you were thinking. "I wouldn't go that far."

"Alfred’s family. I would certainly go that far."

"You make it sound like I'm Batman or something."

Bruce chuckled and shrugged, "I think he'd agree that you share similar qualities."

That made you blush. "I...thank you."

He smiled again, warmly, and reached down to slide the bag over to you. "Also wanted to return your coat."

"Thanks." You took the bag and pulled out your coat, only, "This is isn't my coat. The same color, yeah, but it's lacking the hole in the pocket, and going by this label probably cost five times mine did."

Bruce shrugged, "Huh, must be magic."

Tucking the coat back away, you shook your head, "I can't accept this, Mr. Wayne."

"Bruce, please, and I insist. It's the least I can do."

You went to protest more, but a raised eyebrow stopped you. "It's beautiful, I appreciate it."

"Of course." He started to say more, but a chime from his phone halted him. He looked at it, the screen lighting his face, then tucked it away back in his jacket pocket. "Business calls, I'm afraid."

You stood with Bruce, shaking his hand again, not failing to notice that he seemed to hold on a couple of seconds longer than was necessary. "Thank you for coming. I'm glad to know he's okay."

Another warm smile and then he was at the door, hand on the handle. Before he opened it, he paused and turned to look back to you. "Don't suppose I could convince you into letting me take you out to dinner?" 

"I think the coat was more than enough as thanks."

"Not as thanks."

"Then as what?" 

"A date?" 

"I-" Bruce Wayne wanted to take you on a date. That…was unexpected. You knew his reputation, but for whatever reason, you weren't getting the vibe that he was only asking to get you into bed. 

"C'mon. I know a place that's been doing dinner and a show for Christmas. Gotten great reviews."

Fuck it, what did you have to lose? "That...sounds lovely. I'd like that."

The pleased look was definitely genuine. He pulled out his phone and passed it to you so you could enter your number. "I'll call and let you know the details," he said, taking it back once you were done. "I'll look forward to it."

"So will I."

And then he was kissing your cheek, and for a moment you lost the ability to think coherently. Okay so maybe you were more attracted to him than you'd let yourself imagine. 

"See you soon," Bruce said, opening the door. 

"Bye." You waited for the door to close again, before sinking back into the seat, thankful that the blinds looking out onto the floor were closed so no one could see you. 

That was not how you'd expected the day to go, but you weren't complaining. Had you gotten caught up in his charm? Maybe. But it didn't feel that way. It felt like Bruce actually saw something in you that he liked, and that…that felt good. Not that you'd ever admit it to anyone. 

You garnered up your strength and exited the office, ignoring the looks you got off the others. Your cellphone pinged just as you reached the desk. It was from Bruce, giving you his number in return. 

It crossed your mind that you needed to ask him how he'd even found you. You'd been so swept up in his presence that it hadn't even occurred to you to ask. He must've pulled some long strings. You could find out on your date. 

Your date. 

With Bruce Wayne. 

You smiled. 

This was going to be a pretty good Christmas.

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Library make-out: Bruce Wayne x reader

For anyone that needs something to finish off this day and start the weekend ❤enjoy

-You are such a teenager, Bruce.

Y/n giggled as Bruce continued to kiss her neck and pushed her against the shelf crammed with books. His lips trailed across her delicate skin as his beard, more so prickled hairs brushed hardly against his delicate lips.

-We can't make-out here. Someone will see us.

Bruce grunted at the state and replied

-Don't worry I'll just buy the library.

-That's your answer to everything.

Y/n replied as her hands tired to push him away trying to remove him quickly as possible not trying to give in to the loving touch. Him being the muscular brute the small pushes didn't move him even an inch away from him. Just made him more persistent. Y/n felt his hand on her ass gripping the clothed mass gripping roughly as his lips landed on hers shooting away any more ideas and arguments to stop. His lips danced with her, she pulled away from his and he followed her direction wanting more kisses. Y/n gave up from trying and let her body take over as the mind completely shut off. Her hands danced along with his muscles grabbing and squishing them as his hands grabbed her closer to him. As he felt her tongue entered his mouth battling his own in roughness and neediness acts as a switch that was flipped and destroyed right then and there between shelves of books and dust.

-Such a risk-taker.

Y/n moaned as her skirt was raised against her stomach as his fingers danced between her folds. His tongue left a wet trail down her breast as he kissed the plush flesh sucking at the skin leaving hickeys.

-Bruce, Y/n?! What are you doing?

Bruce's masterwork halted as he looked at the last person he wanted to see, Clark.

-What do you think, boy scout?

Bruce responds harshly his hands still on Y/n as they covered her so that only her flushed face faced Clark.

-You...you can't do that. In a library!

Bruce scoffed at the innocent sentence as he caressed Y/n's leg.

-I can, and as you can see we were very much coming to the fun part.

Clark steps back as his eyes never left Bruce not wanting to know what would happen if he looked at Bruces Y/n. Not now, not in this state of bliss and with that he left. Bruce chuckles as he looks at Y/n seeing a small smile appear on her face.

-You scared him for life.

Bruce takes a second and replies in a whisper.

-Maybe... That won't stop me from continuing my work.

[denouemwnt]

masterlist

you can see the all characters (and other fandoms) i write for in this post!

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bat family

batmom series

- badass batmom

Bruce’s got hurt while fighting against the Joker, who just kidnapped your sons, Tim and Damian. While the other kids are trying to end the chaos the villain is causing in Gotham City, it is up to you to save your boys... But will you leave a trauma from the past aside to save them?

- the waynes

You and Bruce wake up to your very loud sons making a mess at the kitchen to surprise you. Just a lot of fluff between the Bat Fam.

- hope

Since your accident with the Joker, the doctors always told you and Bruce that it was impossible for you to have a biological child, you get pregnant, and the whole Bat Family is crazy with the news. But after you and your baby getting kidnapped, will they get to save you from the criminals hands?

batsis series

- grounded

Things have been difficult in the family since the death of your brother, Jason. All you and your father seems to do is fight every day, and this time, he will keep you from the patrol at night.

- since you came into my life...

Bruce always notices that you always say "I love you" to him when he leaves you, doesn't matter the occasion. Lots of fluff between Bruce and the reader.

above the line (batman x villain!reader) - more chapters soon!

You are not exactly what Gotham would call a hero, but you are trying to bring peace to the city, even if you have to kill a criminal. Your means aren't really similar to the Batman, and that's what called his attention. Even if you are Bruce Wayne's friend and former lover, he is not giving up the chance to make you a better vigilante.

- chapter one: i don’t need to be saved

new york city (jason todd x hero!reader) - more chapters soon!

It has been two years since an important someone from Jason's life has gone, but what he doesn't know is that your coffin is actually empty.

- chapter one: i’m not who i used to be

nothing but a stranger (bruce wayne x reader)

You needed a fresh start, so you ran away from your controlling parents and decided to continue your life in a new city, so why not Gotham? With a new job at the Wayne Enterprises, you meet your boss, Bruce Wayne. And you start to realize that you've been there before, that you've known that man, but you can't remember anything.

- chapter one: a new life

- chapter two: lost memories

- chapter three: the end (nsfw)

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brooklyn nine-nine

jake peralta series

- meeting the squad

Jake Peralta wants you to finally meet his family, the Nine-Nine squad, and it won't be a simple introduction.

rosa diaz series

- dating rosa diaz would include

What I would headcanon for Rosa having a girlfriend.

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city of love: paris

vincent karm & the american journalist

- at least tonight (nsfw)

After finally kissing Vincent Karm for the first time, you let him up into your apartment.

- the masquerade

You are in Paris again for a masquerade and you come back to a familiar face who stole your heart two years ago.

- dancing lesson

Vincent teaches you how to dance for your next event as a couple.

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