#Dark Bruce Wayne

[luv-lock]

⸻ ɪ ɴ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴅ ᴀ ʀ ᴋ ⸻

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Fem Reader

Headcanon: how would he be when he's obsessed?

Note: English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

Bruce Wayne is a man shaped by tragedy, a billionaire with an iron will and an unrelenting sense of justice. But beneath the stoic façade lies a broken soul. When Bruce becomes obsessed, it isn’t violent outbursts or chaotic behavior—it’s cold, calculated, and methodical. He doesn’t lose himself to obsession; he leans into it, weaponizing his resources and intelligence to keep you close. After all, what is Batman if not a man who cannot let go?

Maybe you’re someone he met at a gala—a rare individual who caught his attention without trying. Maybe you’re an employee at Wayne Enterprises, someone who treated him like a person rather than the playboy billionaire. Or maybe you stumbled into Gotham’s darker corners, and he saved you as Batman. Whatever the case, Bruce finds himself drawn to you in a way he hasn’t been to anyone else in years.

At first, he tells himself it’s curiosity. You’re intriguing, sure, but nothing more. Yet he can’t stop thinking about you. Every word you said, every look you gave him, replays in his mind like a song stuck on repeat. And Bruce, has to understand why.

Bruce doesn’t approach you immediately; instead, he observes. He justifies it as caution. After all, he’s Batman—he needs to know everything about you to protect you.

He learns everything there is to know: your name, your routines, your friends, your secrets. He watches you through security cameras, listens to your conversations through bugs he discreetly plants, and even monitors your online activity.

But to Bruce, this isn’t invasive—it’s necessary. How else can he ensure your safety in a city as dangerous as Gotham?

As Bruce Wayne, he’s charming, attentive, and subtly magnetic. He uses his wealth and influence to insert himself into your life. Invitations to exclusive events? Job offers at Wayne Enterprises? He makes it impossible for you to say no without coming across as ungrateful.

As Batman, he’s your silent protector, always one step ahead. If you’re ever in trouble, he’s there—appearing out of the shadows to save you. He doesn’t speak much when he’s Batman, but the way his gaze lingers on you feels almost suffocating.

You’d never suspect that the billionaire who’s so eager to help you and the vigilante who seems to always be around are one and the same.

Bruce’s obsession manifests in his need for control. He doesn’t see himself as possessive—he sees himself as protective. You don’t need to worry about toxic friends, late-night walks, or bad decisions because Bruce will take care of everything.

If someone gets too close to you, Bruce doesn’t lose his temper. Instead, he uses his resources to quietly remove them from your life. A coworker who flirts too much? Suddenly transferred. A friend who badmouths Bruce? Their secrets mysteriously come to light.

“It’s for your own good,” he tells himself. After all, Bruce believes he knows what’s best for you better than you do.

Bruce is painfully self-aware. He knows his feelings for you aren’t healthy, and he hates himself for it. But his guilt doesn’t stop him; it fuels him. He rationalizes his actions by convincing himself that you’re safer with him watching over you.

“I’ve already lost so much,” he whispers to himself late at night in the Batcave, your face flickering on the monitor in front of him. “I can’t lose her too.”

In his mind, his obsession is just another sacrifice he makes for the people he loves. He can bear the weight of being a monster as long as it means keeping you safe.

Bruce rarely shows his jealousy outright—it’s subtle, like a storm brewing just beneath the surface. If you mention another man, his jaw tightens imperceptibly. If someone touches you, his eyes darken, and his hand lingers a little too long on your shoulder as he pulls you away.

Behind the scenes, though, he’s ruthless. The man who asked for your number? He’ll find himself the target of a police investigation. That friend who keeps trying to set you up on dates? Suddenly, they’re avoiding you without explanation.

“I’m just looking out for you,” he says when you start to notice how people in your life seem to vanish. “Gotham is dangerous. You can never be too careful.”

Bruce’s obsession remains controlled until you try to distance yourself. Maybe you’ve started to feel smothered, or maybe you’ve realized that the people disappearing from your life aren’t coincidences. When you confront him—whether as Bruce or Batman—he’s calm, almost unnervingly so.

“I only want what’s best for you,” he says, his voice steady. “Do you have any idea how much danger you’re in without me?”

If you try to leave, that calm facade shatters. He won’t hurt you—never you—but he’ll do everything in his power to make sure you stay. He’ll cut off your options, isolate you, and remind you that no one else can protect you the way he can.

“You think you’re safer without me?” he says, his voice laced with desperation and anger. “You’re wrong. Gotham will chew you up and spit you out. I’m the only thing standing between you and harm.”

Despite his obsession, Bruce’s love for you is genuine in its own twisted way. He wants you to be happy, even if he doesn’t understand that his actions are suffocating you.

There are moments when the mask slips—when Bruce is just a broken man trying to hold onto the one good thing in his life. Late at night, he’ll hold you close, his voice trembling as he whispers, “You’re everything to me. I can’t lose you. Not after everything I’ve already lost.”

In those moments, it’s hard to tell where Bruce Wayne ends and Batman begins. To him, they’re both the same—a man who would do anything to protect the one person he can’t live without.

𝒍𝒖𝒗-𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 ☆ 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒃𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔.

[lycheeloving]

yandere!Batman wanting to marry you (by which I mean: making you wear a ring, because he can't really drag you to a courthouse after having kidnapped you) and the ring he gives you is one that used to belong to his mother.

So of course the first thing you do is throw the ring out of the window, insult him, maybe make fun of the ring (indirectly insulting his mother) and tell him you'll never marry him.

Even if Bruce has been very patient and understanding with you before, I think that would be his breaking point. Have fun looking for that ring! Better hope it's not raining outside, because you won't be allowed back in the manor until you're wearing it on your ring finger and convincingly asking him to forgive (and marry you), otherwise you'll spend a lot of time out in the cold (and it's not like you can use your time outside as a chance to escape, there's no way you could make it over the fence surrounding the garden).

After that he'll make some changes to the ring, using his fancy tech to make sure you can never take it off again, obviously.

[nosyp]

Mischief Meets Mystery

Warnings = 18+ (minors DNI), noncon, pranks/trickery

Pairing = Clark Kent x reader x Bruce Wayne, Superman x reader x Batman

Summary = You pull a prank on Batman and Superman. They finally get a hand of you. Stuff happens.

Word Count = 4.5k words

As I strolled through Gotham's chaotic streets, my gaze remained fixed on my phone. The cacophony of yelling and screaming pedestrians was overwhelming. My phone being the only escape from the brutal sounds. Gotham was full of criminals, if it weren’t for the vigilante - Batman, the crime cases would’ve been stuck at the thousands. He appeared years ago, fascinating many people in the process. He sparked outrage in one night. Many people disagreed with having a man solve crimes around the city but the other side supported his mission, despite not knowing what his true goal was. Somehow, he had kept his identity in the dark through all these years. Many fan accounts that investigated him, trying to uncover the secrets of Gotham’s hero.

Shivering, I tucked my hands deeper into my pockets and turned into a dimly lit alley. The sudden appearance of this passageway surprised me. I could hear grunts and heavy breathing echoing through the darkness. Curious, I slowly walked towards the sound. Slowly by slowly, the sight became more and more visible. There were multiple silhouettes. Maybe ten to twelve.

I hid behind a pillar. It was an abandoned parking lot. Who decided a parking lot should be connected to a dark alley? I peeked behind the pillar and saw the one-and-only - Batman. The vigilante people had been raving about since the night he first appeared. Amazing. He truly was an amazing man. I never got the hype about him though. I stared in awe as he strike down the myriad of criminals. None of the criminals stood a chance against the 6’2” guy, who probably bench presses bad guys on a daily basis.

Despite the violence, there was something magnetic about his presence. How he used his weapons to take down the criminals in different ways. He had amazing technique and a great physique. He was ruthless with every punch, sparing no remorse for any of the individuals. A right hook. A groan. A swift kick sent one flying. When one of the men tried to hit him with a bat, he quickly turned around and grabbed it. He twisted the bat and hence twisted the man. He flew and hit the ground with a loud thud. A groan followed the thud and the man screamed in pain. Batman grabbed hold of his collar and threw him against the others. The others were knocked down with one swift throw.

One by one the criminals were knocked out. By the end of Batman’s torment, each was left bleeding on the ground or severely wounded. Either way they would have met the same demise.

Then he looked my way. Crap. What am I supposed to do? I moved behind the pillar, hoping it would shield me. I hope he didn’t see me. I waited for a few seconds and nothing. No sound, no sign, nothing. I slowly poked my head out and saw the parking lot was empty. He was gone. It was just the bodies of the criminals he took down now. I quickly flashed pictures of the scene and left. I was never ever going to come back.

In shock and awe, I once again walked the streets, this time going on the correct path to my temporary home. I stayed in an apartment for my ‘business trip’ though it didn’t feel a lot like one. It wasn’t luxurious or anything. It was small but would suffice for me. There was a kitchen, bedroom and bathroom. I took off my shoes and changed clothes.

Going to bed, I thought of Batman. What was he really like? Who was he really? Why was he doing this? Thoughts raced through my head the more I thought of him. After a while, the drowsiness had finally caught up to me and I slept.

The next day, I got up and got ready for work. My job was absolutely awful. I worked for the Daily Planet as a journalist. I had recently been partnered up with Clark Kent. He was nice and very helpful during the whole process. A lot of my co-workers crushed on Clark Kent the day he stepped into the room. He was a fairly attractive man and had a muscular build. Hearing the news of me being partnered up with him, many of them expressed jealousy which I could care less about. None of them even cared about me.

I only had one true friend, Sage. She was an angel and has been there for me since college. I haven’t told her about the encounter with Batman but once I get the chance to, I will. She was a huge fan of heroes and all stuff like that. She even had a fan account for all the different heroes like Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern. I always thought her doing this whole fan account thing was too much. But it made her happy so I left it.

We were sent to Gotham to investigate the case of a man who robbed ChinaTown. The man had recently been caught a few days after the robbery. Crime cases like this happen often in the city.

For today we planned to meet up at a cafe to finalize our article for the case. Although we both went together to Gotham, we both decided to stay at different places for privacy. I did not want to share a room or hotel with a random man. He wasn’t totally random but foreign enough for me to feel uncomfortable.

“Hey so what do you think we should add as a headline?” asked Clark.

“Uhmmm… I honestly think the one we have right now is good,” I answered. He was polite and often asked for my opinion.

“Alright then, I’ll just submit this to our manager and we can get going,” Clark said.

I watched as he fixed his gaze on his laptop and sent our finalized article to our manager. Aside from Lois Lane, he was also valued by the company. He had published many successful articles prior to our meeting and I admired him for that. His work was high quality and he was very efficient.

“Done. We still have a few more days here until we have to get back home. What do you wanna do?” asked Clark.

I snapped back from my thoughts upon hearing his voice. Wait what did he say? What the? He never asked to hang out before. This was odd.

“Honestly, I’ll probably just chill in my apartment. Not much of a Gotham fan.”

“What? Not even go around town?” he replied.

“Not thanks, Gotham really doesn’t pique my curiosity,”

“Oh, really? Do you often visit new places like this or is this much too common for you?”

“Nono, Gotham is amazing… it’s just not my style,”

“Oooohhhh so what kind do you like?”

“U-uhhh I don't know. I’m not so sure but definitely not Gotham,”

He let out a quiet chuckle when he heard my response and smiled at me. I smiled back at him and it became awkward really fast.

“Soooo, I’ve got a meeting with a friend soon. I hope you don’t mind me leaving early. Thanks for the meal by the way. Loved it,” he said as he packed up his things.

I thanked him for coming and told him it was my treat. He once again thanked me and got up and left the cafe. Now it was just me and me alone. A few minutes went by and I finally decided to go out and look around for a while, despite saying I didn’t really like Gotham.

I walked through the streets of Gotham and saw the beautiful architecture with the not-so-beautiful citizens. Some were nice but others were downright horrible. A woman had tripped and spilled her coffee all over my shoes but didn’t apologize, instead she yelled at me in public. It was so humiliating but I quickly got over it.

I finally arrived at the apartment and crashed on the bed. I opened up my phone and went to text Sage.

“Hey girllll, how you doin??” Sage asked.

“HEYYY!! Been so long omg I missed youuuu,” I replied.

“How’s the trip with Clark Kent???”

“Ugh it’s kinda errrr… mid I guess,”

“Damn. It’s supposed to be relaxing. What are you doing right now?”

“Nothing. ANYWAY I SAW BATMAN THE OTHER DAY OMG!”

“WHAT? FORREALLLL??”

For the next few hours, I told her about my encounter with Batman. She was fascinated by the story and I could not help but giggle. She had so many questions and I gladly answered all of them.

“Honestly, what would it be like to mess with him ngl?” she asked.

My eyes widened in shock. She could be a bit cheeky sometimes but not this cheeky. This was quite the daring challenge.

“Hmm… would you like to know?” I answered.

“GIRL?”

I was never one to back down from a dare and she knew it. Looks like I found what I was going to do for the next few days. For the last few days in Gotham, I’ll try to prank their most famous figure - Batman.

Over the next few hours, I researched his whereabouts, abilities, skills and more.

Finally, at night, I had decided to follow through with my plan. I would watch the news to get an idea of where he might be at and surprise attack him. I watched the news like a hawk, waiting for any update on a new case.

Ding!

A news alert flashed on my phone: "Prisoner Escapes, Last Seen Near Woods." and I sprinted into action. Luckily the location was not too far from the apartment. The news stated that the prisoner might’ve escaped to the woods nearby. With my heart racing and mind fully fixated on my mission, I went into the woods.

There it was. The familiar sound of grunting. I followed the sound carefully, minimizing sound so as to not attract unwanted attention. With each step, I could feel my heart racing faster and faster. My eyes peered through the darkness of the woods and saw a familiar shadow. Batman. I quickly got ready and watched carefully, waiting for the right moment to attack. My plan was to attack him with water balloons. Half was filled with water and the other half filled with water. I was hoping they would mix to blind him.

Once he finished taking down the prisoner, I got my arm ready and…

I threw the water balloon, still keeping a safe distance away to ensure my safety and anonymity. I watched as the water balloon flew and landed on his face. Perfect hit.

I kept my pursuit going and kept throwing more. He wiped the water and flour off his face only for more to come. He started to get more aggravated as more and more came.

After a few more throws, the water balloons finished and I started running. I dashed through the woods and out into the roads. Once I got in my car, I let out my laugh and drove away.

Arriving home, I eagerly kicked off my shoes, sending them flying across the hallway. My heart was racing with excitement as I grabbed my phone and quickly dialed Sage’s number. It barely rang once before she picked up.

“GIRLLLLL, I DID IT!” I practically screamed into the phone, pacing back and forth in the living room.

“NO WAY!” Sage’s voice erupted through the speaker, a mix of shock and excitement.

I could hear the rustle of her shifting around, probably getting comfortable to hear the full story. Without wasting a second, I launched into it, recounting every little detail like it was the most thrilling tale ever told.

She gasped, laughed, and squealed at all the right moments, her disbelief matching my own lingering amazement. “Wait, you’re serious? You actually went through with it?” she asked, her voice a mix of awe and giddy disbelief.

“Yup, every single bit! And wait until you hear the best part…” I teased, dragging out the suspense for just a second before diving into my plans.

I laid it all out for her—my big ideas, the steps I’d thought through, and even the wild, ambitious goals I wasn’t sure were possible yet. Her encouragement and excited chatter only fueled my energy as we brainstormed together, her enthusiasm matching mine.

The conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with bursts of laughter and “what if” scenarios. By the time we hung up, I felt like I was floating. The mission was a success.

After the call ended, I drifted off into my sleep wondering what I was going to do next. The next day, I had devised a plan to tie him to a pillar or trap him somewhere.

It was the dead of night. Everyone should be asleep, but I wasn’t. I was instead watching my phone once again, looking for the mysterious vigilante. Seems like I’m no better than one of his fans.

Ding!

There it was again. This time it was a crazed man speeding and he got lost in an abandoned building. I got up and drove my way there.

It was silent. There was no sign of anyone here. There was only an unsettling odour that didn’t make the experience any better. The wallpaper was ripped from the walls and revealed the brick behind it. The place was filthy, covered in debris. I automatically covered my mouth to shield myself from the specks of dust.

“STOP! STOP PLEASE!” a sound said from afar.

My body flinched as I heard the sound and I ran towards the sound. I arrived at the scene and hid behind a pillar, just like the first time I saw him. The criminal was on the ground and Batman was towering over him. He stared down at the guy as if he was just a flesh of meat that he could beat into a pulp. His gaze was cold and unnerving. Something about it just shook me to my core. Though this feeling was not too foreign. He often gave an ice-cold impression on people.

There was something odd about this encounter though. His movements were a bit more sloppy and he seemed more exhausted. Then I moved my gaze to get a clearer view and saw another person. My head leaned forward a bit and I saw who it was. It was Superman. Two in one. Poor guy. Today was totally not his lucky day.

What was Superman doing here though? Wasn’t he supposed to be back at Metropolis? I shoved those thoughts away and thought about doing the prank on Superman too. This was like a jackpot. Pranking not only one but two superheroes.

As the man begged for his mercy, Batman slowly inched closer and closer towards him. Then suddenly siren sounds could be heard from afar. The police had arrived to pick up the criminal. I watched the process as the police put the guy in handcuffs and thanked the vigilante duo for their heroic action.

Finally, after a few hours, the police had gone away and now was my chance to execute my plan. I picked up a piece of brick from beside me. I slowly crept my way closer to them, ensuring I wouldn't get caught.

“Not gonna lie, my trip around Gotham has been magnificent! I don’t get why you don’t go out often,” Superman exclaimed.

“Nothing to see around,” stated Batman. His tone was firm and he tried to keep the conversation short.

The conversation was boring as hell. They weren’t even talking about beating up criminals. Thought the conversation would’ve been a little better or even just a bit interesting.

When Superman was looking away, I slowly crept behind Batman and swung the brick at him. His body jerked back and he fell. I swung the brick at him again to fully knock him out. I looked at him and I spotted a bright green light from his suit. I shuffled through his pockets and grabbed a handful of the dust. I threw it at the other hero hoping it would have an effect. His body stiffened and he fell to his knees upon contact with it. His body weakened and finally the top half fell down to the ground.

I looked around at the view before me. Two superheroes lay fallen in front of me. I flipped Superman’s body to make him look up and a heat rushed to my face as I observed his face and saw how similar he looked to Clark. Him and Clark were both super handsome and around the same height. But it couldn’t be. They were two separate people.

I somehow found my hands exploring Superman’s body and taking every inch of it. His toned muscles, his abs, everything. He was just as tall as Batman, if not even taller. His muscles were huge and his abs were rock hard.

I snapped myself back awake and grabbed both of his ankles. I pulled with all my strength and he barely budged. Goodness, he was heavy. I used up all my strength pulling both Superman and Batman towards the pillar and tied them both with rope against the pillar. I also handcuffed their hands and ankles as well as some duct tape over their mouth. This was quite extra but fun nonetheless.

Once I had finished my masterpiece, I snapped a picture of them tied against the wall and left. Yet another successful night, with an extra victim.

The next following nights, I spent my time pranking both vigilantes. And every single time, it gave me a feeling of satisfaction. Ecstasy. Was this how an orgasm felt? The feeling I got each time as I pulled the prank probably couldn’t compare to it.

It was the final night of me being in Gotham. My flight was in 13 hours but I couldn’t help it but keep the tradition. This time I had a bad feeling though. This time was strangely suspicious.

I arrived at the location and the air felt eerie. The silence was deafening. The incident occured in a farm this time. It was silent like the other time with them but somehow it felt different. Odd. I waited for any sign of their presence but nothing. I sat in the corner of the barn, pulling my knees close.

The wait was long and nothing was happening. I almost felt like giving up but then a faint sound of something moving came. My body jolted up and I looked around. Out the window, I could see Batman and Superman chasing down a man in a clown costume. His body was painted full white and there was a weird smile plastered on his face.

As usual, I waited for them to finish fighting, just biding my time before making my move. The farm was the perfect place for my prank tonight, with mud everywhere waiting to be thrown.

They finally wrapped up their scuffle, and I readied myself to do what I always did—prank them. But something felt off this time. My heart was racing, but not from excitement. Something about the whole situation felt… wrong. Was it too late to back out? I thought about it again. This was probably the last chance I’d get to mess with them—after all, they couldn't be fooled forever. But would they actually take it seriously this time? My tricks had never hurt them, just delayed them. Right?

My hesitation was short-lived. The excitement of pulling off the prank won out, and I crept up behind Batman, ready to strike with the mud. But then, something caught my wrist. My body froze in place, shock coursing through me as I turned my head to see who had grabbed me.

Superman.

His grip was unrelenting, a vice around my wrist, and his eyes locked onto mine with an unsettling calm.

“I think we’ve had enough, darling,” Superman said, his voice low and firm, an edge of finality to it.

I struggled to free myself, my fingers digging into his hand in a futile attempt to break free. But his strength was terrifying. It felt like trying to move a mountain. I pulled harder, but he didn't budge. With a sudden jerk, he let go, and I found myself falling. My stomach dropped as gravity took hold, but before I could hit the ground, Batman’s arm shot out, catching me mid-air. The force of his grip was frightening, and my heart pounded in my chest as I realized just how close I had come to crashing down.

I was trapped—caged in his arms, my back pressed against his chest, his body solid and unyielding behind me. Panic clawed at me, but my body wouldn’t move.

“You know,” Superman continued, his voice eerily calm, “your pranks are funny sometimes, but they’re starting to get a little... much. Don’t you agree, princess?”

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. My mind was reeling, still trying to catch up with the rapid changes, and my body was paralyzed with shock. I squirmed in Batman's hold, but his arms tightened around me, keeping me in place.

“Please... let me go... I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice trembling as I glanced up at Superman. His towering form loomed above me, his gaze piercing.

Batman’s response was cold, indifferent. “I think it’s a bit too late for that.”

With that, a cold shiver ran through me, my body exposed to the night air. The farm was isolated, and I knew no one would hear me if I screamed. My hands instinctively tried to cover myself, but the grip of Batman’s arms was unrelenting, forcing me to feel vulnerable in ways I hadn’t anticipated.

Tears streamed down my face, but neither of them seemed to acknowledge my distress. Their expressions were unreadable, like they were detached from the situation—almost as if my pain was secondary to whatever larger purpose they had.

“Not so funny now, is it?” Batman’s voice sliced through the quiet, his words heavy with something I couldn’t quite place—disappointment, maybe? Or just a deeper sense of control?

They were definitely in control now. I moaned as I felt a finger on my folds. Batman rubbed it up and down. The feeling was agonizing. I hated this. But I wanted him to do it. What an annoying predicament I was in.

Batman rubbed my folds slowly and lovingly. He then pushed them in and I let out a moan at the invasion. This felt way too intimate to do with someone she barely knew.

He pumped his fingers in and out of my hole. My body became weaker and weaker as it progressed. He was surprisingly gentle with it. So gentle it felt like he cared. Although he was the one brutally ripping off my clothes.

I closed my eyes in an attempt to escape from the brutal state I was stuck in.

“Open your eyes honey. Look at me.” Superman firmly ordered. Or Clark Kent. He had completely stripped off his suit and revealed his true identity. Was this a mistake? No way. I stared at him in disbelief. He grabbed my face and crashed his lips into mine, shoving his tongue down my throat. The kiss was so aggressive. My legs kicked at him but all he did was grab my legs. He deepened the kiss even further. I could feel his lips curling against mine. He pulled away and let go of me.

“Hey don’t look at me too much. Might make Bruce jealous,”

What? Bruce who? I looked up at the person holding me and saw. The Batman was Bruce Wayne. Fuck. Being absolutely fucked by two huge, powerful men wasn’t in the bingo list this year.

I gulped and just stayed quiet. The more it went on, the closer I felt. This felt wrong, I can’t be enjoying this. His pace got faster and more relentless. The abuse continued.

“Are you close yet?” Batman, or Bruce Wayne, asked. The squelching sound quickened.

I moaned as came undone all over his fingers. Then he pulled out his fingers. My breath hitched and I felt something else tap my clit. I looked up to see Clark above me. His cock was hard and bright red. With that, he used his hand to rub his cock all over my folds. Covering it in my slick. Then finally, he shoved the tip in.

“Ughh, you’re so tight baby…” Clark groaned.

Gosh his member was huge. There was no way you could fit the whole thing. I begged and pleaded with him to not take everything but he insisted. On the other hand, Bruce was tapping his tip onto your mouth signalling you to open. But your stubbornness wouldn't let you. Then suddenly with one swift movement, Clark shoved his whole length in.

I let out a loud scream and Bruce took the chance to shove his member in my mouth. I sobbed through his cock. The vibration only made Bruce groan. Everything about this situation was dirty.

Clark jackhammered into me as Bruce bobbed my head up and down his cock. Heat raced to my face as the embarrassment settled in. No one can help you here. All you can do is take it. Hope was slowly slipping away from me.

“I’m so close baby, you’re doing so good,” Clark whispered in my ear.

The heat in my body was growing, and so was the desire. Clark’s pace went faster and faster, the sound of his hips snapping into me quickened as well. His hard member going in and out of me. "Should I come inside you?" Clark asked. "Maybe I should, might teach ya' a lesson." I only shook my head weakly. Tears still streaming down my face. Clark took it as a welcoming sign to come inside. I felt his cum shoot inside of me. The feeling was so hot. I was sweating from top to bottom. Cum was dripping out of my hole and onto the ground underneath. Clark scooped it all up and shoved it back inside. I whimpered against his touch.

“Can’t be wastin’ all this baby,”

Bruce quickened his pace as well. Using his hand in my hair, he fucked my mouth. Finally, he released inside of my mouth. The warm fluid flowing down my throat.

Bruce grabbed my face and made me look at him. "Swallow" was all he said until he collapsed beside me.

Clark followed and collapsed as well. They both waited before they got up and put their clothes back on. My body was curled up on the ground. Bruce lightly kicked me to ensure I was still alive. I whimpered at the contact signaling I was still alive. Physically. Not as much mentally.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

I Got U

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, violence, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bruce Wayne/Batman (Christian Bale version)

Summary: you're not alone.

In the same universe as Home Sweet Home

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You walk faster as footsteps echo your own. You clasp the strap of your crossbody bag and turn your head to glance over your shoulder. You see no shadows as the moon hides behind the clouds. A chill curls around your legs, urging you on as you elude your unseen pursuer. 

You turn the corner, out of breath, heart hammering in your chest. The steps speed up as you get out of their sight. You pick up your knees to sprint away and are nearly bowled over by a whirlwind of flapping. 

You swing yourself flat to the building next to you as a dark figure lands on the pavement. You gasp as you take in the pointed ears on the hard cowl and the rippling cape hanging from the vigilante’s shoulders. It’s him. Batman. 

Your mouth falls open as he stalks up to meet the running culprit calmly. You’re in shock. It feels like a dream. It’s been a month, more than, since the last time he saved you. How lucky are you that he’s come again? 

He grabs the man by his throat, nearly taking him off his feet completely. He marches him back and veers, slamming him into the side of the car. His breath is ragged and gritty as he growls in the man’s face. 

“Run,” he shoves the villain so he falls onto the pavement. The man in his grey hoodie and beat up sneakers scrambles to get to his feet before he stumbles off into the night. 

He stiffly turns back to you. You brace the wall, expecting him to disappear back into the sky, but he doesn’t. You tremble as he approaches you. You stare, frozen in time and space. 

“You’re okay?” He rasps out. 

You nod and fold your hands over your thumping chest. He stops right in front of you, facing you as he lifts a hard gauntlet to your arm. He caresses you with an unexpected gentleness. 

“Too late,” he reprimands. 

“I... work...” you murmur, mindless at this odd encounter. 

He pulls his hand back, rubbing his fingers together. You can only watch. He sighs and lowers his chin. 

You let out a yowl as he moves suddenly. He scoops you up over his shoulder as you flail. Your bag is caught under you, keeping you restrained against him as he lifts his other arm. A cord flies up and he follows it soon after, a gust swirling around you. 

Your voice thunders around you as you cry in terror. What’s happening? He swings between buildings with his arm hooked around you firmly. You grasp onto his cape, locking up as you fear one wrong move might send you plummeting. 

He lands heavily. Your fingers and toes are scrunched up and your eyes are sealed shut. The world shifts and you’re set down on solid ground. The air is colder and whips around you. 

You part your lashes and touch your raw cheeks. His cape ripples behind him as he stands before you. You bring your arms down to hug yourself. 

He doesn’t say a word. You glance over at the familiar yellow marquee, then down at your feet. You’re on the flat roof of your apartment building. 

“I...” you breathe as you face him again. “Thank you.” 

He dips his head. You wait for a response but get none. In an instant, he’s hurdling past you. You turn to watch him plunge over the edge. He spreads his cape and it carries him swiftly across to the next building. 

You stare after him, hypnotized by his agility. Whoever he is, he’s an angel. Your guardian angel. You don’t know if he got your letter, but you can always write him another one. 

You think you will. 

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Dark!Bruce Wayne

Pairing: Dark Bruce Wayne x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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WARNING: Toxic/Abusive Relationship; Manipulation.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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Bruce loves to throw lavish parties dedicated to you - his beloved girlfriend. He literally takes any occasion to celebrate and always loves to put you at the center of attention. You deserve everyone to know how amazing and gorgeous you are. 

Trust me when I say that you’ll never stay more than a month in Gotham as Bruce loves taking you (and his private plane) to all the properties and mansions he owns all over the world. Traveling will never be an issue for him, constantly exploring the world and staying at the most luxurious hotels and resorts with you by his side. 

Shopping sprees are frequent. Bruce loves to spoil you with the best that money can buy so you don’t have to worry about it. If you look twice at something, Bruce won’t hesitate in swiping his credit card for you. 

There are times when he can get a bit extravagant like the time where you wanted to visit this clothing boutique near its closing time so Bruce, like any diligent boyfriend would do, bought the entire store for you. Now there’s no curfew for you to leave the store, right? 

And because he (or Alfred) can’t always drive you everywhere, he gifted you a brand new BMW - with a professional driver included- so this way, you’ll be able to go wherever you want (we’ll talk about this later).

Bruce is so in love with you that, although he keeps with his party boy lifestyle, he’ll want you by his side at every opportunity. On every social event, you’re dressed with the most expensive dresses, the finest jewelry, the most flawless make-up. 

But as much as Bruce loves to flash his money around, he doesn’t want you to love him only for it. You need to love him for his personality.

So, please, make sure you’re with him for the right reasons otherwise you’ll be stuck with a very obsessive man and his money won’t make it better. 

 Now, talking about the real content here: 

Bruce views you like a fragile baby. You need a strong man like him to protect you, to take the decisions for you. All you need to do is stay home (or at his mansion, to be more accurate) and be a good girl for him. He’ll take care of all the rest, don't worry your delicate head with working or trying to find a job cause you won’t need that. 

As much as he takes you to parties, it’s always non-alcoholic drinks for you. You’re not allowed to drink booze at parties and that’s final. If you’re alone with him, that’s fine.

But in a public place where anyone could try to take advantage of your drunk self, not a chance. Bruce won’t allow it. 

Dressing up to go out is also when Bruce’s possessive side awakens so don’t bother picking the short dresses and tops with cleavages cause that’s not gonna roll with Bruce.

There’s no way in hell you’ll ever be leaving the mansion without Bruce assessing your chosen outfit and you gotta make sure that you’re dressed up quite modestly. Your body and its secrets are reserved for Bruce and that’s the way he wants to keep it. 

If you thought that being with Bruce would be a full and wild party life, then you’re wrong. Partying alone with your friends, only at his club (the one he bought in Gotham S4) and even like that, his security guards will be keeping a tight eye on you - the boss’s girlfriend.

Not to mention that Bruce will be checking in with you every fifteen minutes (much to your friend’s consternation) and you better answer his calls back, otherwise Bruce will show up at the club to make sure you’re safe and sound. 

Speaking of going out, you have a curfew. Gotham at night is dangerous and Bruce can get quite protective, so it’s not long after you start dating him that he implements a curfew - for your own safety, of course.

And also, you have to ask for his permission to hang out with your friends and answer a million questions about who they are, their full names, what they do in life, their addresses and phone numbers, all of that. Something he’s so relentless in that you just give up on trying. 

Going out means keeping a special tracking app in your phone. One that Bruce had especially custom-made for you and it doesn’t allow you to remove or fake your location. No tricks will work on fooling that specific app. Bruce really doesn’t take any chances with you, does he?

To make it worse, leaving the mansion is something you can only do with him or Alfred. He only trusts Alfred to take you outside, knowing he’s more than capable of protecting. And if Alfred is not available, then he’ll reluctantly allow some intensely trained bodyguards to accompany you. 

So basically, you’ll get to be treated like a princess, but at the same time you’ll be just a prisoner of Bruce’s love. 

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[thebat-musicman]

The Perfect Family

Bruce discovered the show shortly after his parents died.

It was 12 seasons and had been filmed from the 1950s-60s. It was a classic sitcom about a man named Bruce (that’s how he’d discovered it) and his six children. Richard, Cassandra, Jason Peter, Timothy, Duke Marlon, and Damian Thomas.

Bruce spent years watching it to the point where he memorized every line and scene. Eventually, the line between this Bruce and him faded, him no longer being able to tell the difference.

He grew resentful, why should this Bruce have a family when he doesn’t? But of course, TV Bruce had gone out and found his family, Regular Bruce just needed to do the same. There had to be at least one child with one of those names in Gotham.

Other facts about this AU:

Their names are all super long so they can call each other names (Dick, Cass, Jason, Tim, Duke, Damian) not associated with Bruce and so their TV characters can be differentiated from them.

Six months passes every season and the kids are 15, 13, 12, 10, 8, and 4 in season 1. So by season 12 they are 21, 19, 18, 16, 14, and 10

Jason Peter was “killed off” in the season 6 finale for views, but he came back in the season 8 finale as he was a fan favorite character. Jason doesn’t talk about where Bruce sent him that year.

Cassandra had no lines in the show (misogyny) and was generally regarded as mute by the other characters, so Bruce made sure Cass wouldn’t talk. She keeps herself to sign language (and that’s only with her siblings) as he has threatened to cut her vocal cords if she talks.

Barbara and Stephanie are love interests for Richard and Timothy, but Dick/Babs and Steph/Tim are completely platonic. Steph and Babs are the least traumatized since while Bruce did grab them, they’re not on screen a lot so he mostly leaves them alone.

Alfred didn’t exist in the show so….. you can interpret that as you want.

[inkyquince]

Just so you can be super nasty the way you like:

Batfam (your pick) + jealousy + cuckold

You shouldn't have gotten married. You knew what he'd been through, what he lost, you knew it all. But you still... Well, when your husband asked, you said yes. You told Bruce and it was like watching the shutters come down over his eyes.

There you went. Yet another ex. Things weren't always easy with Bruce, even if you did feel seen with him, unlike any other. It's... What's making you a bad spouse.

The dinner party continued in the other room, your husband playfully answering Bruce's kid's sullen questions, your family chatting easily with the friends you invited over. And you were down the hall, in the kitchen, your leg hiked up over the crook of Bruce's elbow, your other foot dangling, barely touching the floor. He took on all of your weight, his thick forearm pressing against your lower back to push you up against his body, thick cock pressed deep inside of you. Worst of all, he was going slow. The tedious drag of his erection slowly pressing in and out of you, while his mouth stayed pressed against your neck, lips parted enough to feel his hot, damp breath against our skin. If it was a few months prior, if it was just you two, he'd be sucking gently on your neck, with a brutal pace to his hips, deeper and deeper into you.

But now, he was just holding you tightly, bodies pressed against each other, with you stifling your noises in the shoulder of his pressed white shirt. He was so big, so good, so all encompassing that you were drowning in him, in pleasure, tears pricking your eyes as he refused to speed up.

"Bruce, plea-" You tried to mumble but he just pressed into you deeper, hitting something sensitive inside of you.

"Not until you promise that you won't go." It's the most raw you ever heard him. The most selfish you ever heard him. "You'll make it clear where you are if you want, who you're with, I don't care. Keep coming back."

His blunt nails dug into your skin.

"F-Fine! Yes, god, please-"

His lips twitched into a crooked smile against your shoulder and Bruce pressed you against the counter top, pace kicking up. Giving you permission to cum all over his cock finally.

Event: Closed!

[blancheludis]

Whumptober 2024 Day 8: isolation chamber

Fandom: Batman Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson Tags: Child Abuse, Dark Bruce Wayne, Running Away, Protective Dick

Summary:

The car breaks down outside of Metropolis. Bruce arrives only a few hours later.

"There's an inn a few miles down the road," he says, his face impassive. Jason knows him well enough to know he is furious. "You can walk or one of you gets the trunk."

Jason looks at the free, spacious backseats of the car. Before Tim can make a stupid, self-sacrificing decision, Jason pushes forward and in front of him. "We'll walk."

The car breaks down a few hundred kilometres out from Metropolis. It is not the smartest place to go, considering that Superman is based there, but they did not actually plan much beyond the how. When was the best and earliest opportunity. Where was just away. They got farther than Jason would have expected. He has long since given up building on hope.

"What now?" he asks as he opens the door and stretches out his legs. They are all alone out here, having stuck to smaller streets. No one to help get the car running again. No one to helpfully point them in a direction where two runaway kids could disappear to, never to be found again.

Tim is fiddling with the car's cables, fruitlessly trying to get a reaction out of it. Nothing happens. The entire car just shut down on them, leaving them to come to a slow halt by the side of the road, with no clue what, exactly, went wrong, much less how to fix it.

Finally, Tim resurfaces and mulishly packs up his little toolkit. "We should get someone to look at it," he then says, shrugging at their surroundings, void of any life. "There must be a garage around somewhere."

"We don't have that kind of money," Jason says, as if Tim needs the reminder. They have slept in the car instead of getting even a cheap motel room, and lived off junk food to stretch their meagre cash as far as they can. "Aren't you a computer genius, though? Can't you hack a bank and get us some money?"

Tim snorts, not sounding very amused at all. He leans back in his seat, closing his eyes. "I don't think life will get better in prison."

Jason is not so sure about that. It cannot really get worse. "B wouldn't send us to prison," he says anyway, turning the key in the ignition again, as if the twentieth attempt will actually change the outcome. "Too much temptation for us to talk."

"Not if they put us in solitary," Tim points out, voice too quiet for it to be ever mistaken as a joke.

"Tim." Jason reaches out and grips Tim's shoulder like a lifeline. Softer, he adds, "We'll think of something."

It is a lie and they both know it.

Still, Tim manages to smile at him. "Sure."

Bruce arrives a few hours later. That just shows they never quite got out from under his thumb in the first place. He stops the car a few feet in front of them and then gets out. He leans against the hood as he watches them silently. Perhaps they should have taken their chances and gone straight through the fields instead of sticking to the road. It would, at least, have made it harder to find them, even if that would have only delayed the inevitable further. 

"There's an inn a few miles down the road," Bruce finally says. His face is impassive, but Jason knows him well enough to know he is furious. The kind of icy anger that burns everything it touches. "You can walk or one of you gets the trunk."

Before Tim can make a stupid, self-sacrificing decision, Jason pushes forward and in front of him. "We'll walk."

Because there is no question who would be allowed to ride in front and who would get locked up in the dark, cramped space behind. It is one of Bruce's favoured punishments for Tim. And it looks like he chose the car accordingly. Things will be bad, but Jason has not yet learned not to fight.

Bruce nods as if it is all the same to him. "If you make it until sundown, you'll get dinner."

They do not get dinner.

Jason is the one who ruins a perfectly good vigilante and pushes him over a line they did not know was drawn in the sand. He wants to go to the new production of Macbeth. He is the reason they are on the road that night, right in the path of a man driving drunk. He gets Alfred killed. It is all downhill from there.

Tim is also Jason's fault. He saw the kid first, following after them at night with his camera and absolutely no sense of self-preservation. He should have been subtler, should have taken the kid aside and told him to stay away in a way that worked.

Instead, Tim kept following them and, one night, hit with a dose of fear toxin, revealed he knows who Batman is. Tim's parents got served a lawsuit for criminal neglect two days later and Tim officially became part of the Wayne household a week after that.

For days, Jason did not sleep, waiting for the inevitable, wanting to apologize for ruining another life but not knowing how. The first time a bruise darkened Tim's cheek, he knew it would not do any good.

He is still trying to protect Tim as much as he can.

Bruce is waiting for them in front of the inn, drinking from a half-empty water bottle. 

"What exactly was your plan?" he asks calmly. He is his most dangerous when he is calm.

Tim is eyeing the water, his eyes lingering too long before he turns towards Bruce. "We wouldn't tell anyone." He does not clarify what he means. He does not need to, of course. There are a hundred damning things to pick from.

It is still the wrong answer, Jason knows, and winces. Strike one.

Bruce shows no outward sign of what he thinks. "Jason?" he prompts instead.

But Jason is tired, too. Tired and thirsty and on the verge of lying on the dusty ground and just giving up. "What the fuck do you think?" he snaps. 

It is usually not a good idea to make Bruce angry. The thing is, he already is. Now it is all about damage control. About not drawing things out. The longer Bruce has to think about things, the worse it will get. He already had two weeks to simmer. Two weeks of running and they are back to square one.

"Language," Bruce says without inflection. Strike two.

He gets to his feet and picks up the bottle, only to casually empty it out on the ground between them. For a moment, he watches the water sink into the dirt like a declaration of what is to follow.

"Come," he orders. And, like beaten down fools, they do.

Turns out, Bruce does not need a trunk. The closet in the inn is lockable and small enough to be uncomfortable. It is not, however, soundproof like the one in the manor.

Jason tries to keep quiet, but Bruce has both experience and patience. He knows how long he has to hit Jason and where, to make it really count. To make him bite his lip bloody and then cry out anyway.

Tim still does not have a lick of self-preservation, because he hammers against the closet door, drawing attention in a way that is dangerous. Jason does not want him to be locked in, but he wants him to be dragged out and beaten right alongside Jason even less. They all have their roles to fill, and Jason is not as fragile as Tim. He has taken beatings long before Bruce ever took him in. 

Just like Tim knew isolation before Bruce ever built a sensory deprivation chamber just for him.

"Next time, I should send Superman after you," Bruce says the next morning when they are in the car, driving back towards Gotham. "I'm sure he could make the lesson stick."

Jason shudders. He sits primly, careful not to let his bruised skin touch the back of the seat. Of course, Bruce knows to accelerate fast enough to push them all back far enough to count.

He can only imagine the damage Superman could do if he puts his heart in it. The few times they have met, Superman was always genial, careful when handling normal things and people. Bruce is good at keeping up facades, too, though. Jason does not want to find out how Superman gets rid of his frustration.

Tim is friends with Conner and he never let anything slip. Then again, neither do Jason or Tim.

For a man his size, Bruce knows how to move quietly. It only adds to the quiet threat of omnipresence he likes to wield. There is nowhere they can hide without him finding them, nothing they can say without him hearing it. Privacy is nothing more than a pipe dream in the manor, and Jason has learnt to expect that everything he does will be used against him.

Bruce appears in the door to the dining room, where Jason is trying to get caught up with school work. When they arrived back, Jason's work was laid out for him on the table and he was ordered to get started on it immediately. He could only watch helplessly, as Bruce led Tim further into the manor to lock him up for who knows how long.

"Dick will come for dinner. He wants to hear all about your vacation to Metropolis," he says, his tone mocking but not hiding the threat behind the words.

They will have to conjure up stories about a happy trip that never happened. Not that Jason particularly wants to talk about the truth, about failing to run away, about all the reasons why they even felt they needed to in the first place.

Jason has never found out whether Dick knows what is happening in Wayne Manor behind closed doors. He does not think that Bruce ever touched Dick. The first time Bruce hit Jason was after Alfred died, long after Dick had moved out. Also, Jason could never imagine yelling at Bruce the way Dick does. Jason snaps and curses and shows his teeth, but only when he knows punishment is inevitable. The waiting is always the worst thing for him. Dick, on the other hand, often seems to argue just for the sake of arguing. Jason could never. He does not have a death wish.

Jason straightens his shoulders. "Is there anything specific you want us to prepare?"

Sometimes, Bruce gets out Alfred's cookbooks and gives them impossible tasks in some attempt to relive the old days. Or to set them up for failure. He does not need a reason to punish them, but he still likes to make some up.

Bruce shakes his head and says, "Tim can cook. You and I will train."

Jason swallows. They have been back for barely a day and every movement is hell, pulling on the welts littering his back. He merely nods, though. If Tim is to cook, then Bruce will have to let him out of the chamber. That is good. He will gladly take a few more bruises for that.

Dick comes in bright and smiling. He engulfs Jason in a hug that Jason is sure reopens some of the cuts on his back. He does not make a sound.

"Jaybird. I was so jealous when B told me about your vacation." He pouts as he turns to greet Tim, too. "Why didn't you invite me? We could have made a proper outing of it. All us brothers on the road."

Brothers, Jason thinks and almost scoffs. Tim is his brother, cemented in misery and blood and the doomed need to protect each other. Every minute Tim is out of his sights just allows anxiety to grind down Jason's insides further.

Dick, on the other hand, is just the kid Bruce took in before them, who once did not like Jason for taking his place while not bothering to check whether Jason actually still wants to be here. He is an infrequent guest, who puts Bruce in either a worryingly happy mood or a terrible one. Neither of which is actually good for Tim and Jason. A happy Bruce gets creative. An angry Bruce is just cruel.

"We thought summer is a busy time for you. It was rather spontaneous," Tim answers diplomatically. He is wearing a sweater long enough to hide the burns on his arms. Of course, Bruce was not content with just letting him cook. "You know how it is. The lack of homework and exams paired with summer heat? We just wanted to get out for a bit." Or out for good.

Neither Jason nor Tim had to learn how to lie. True, they used to do it under drastically different circumstances, but at least Bruce deemed them both reasonably capable of keeping their mouths shut without doing it for them or locking them up indefinitely.

Dick sits down at Bruce's right hand, leaning into his space like there is nothing to it, like Bruce's hands are not just there, within easy punching distance.

"It's been ages since I took a vacation, though." He is making puppy dog eyes at them, including Bruce, who smiles in return, broad and honest. The sight just makes Jason's stomach churn.

"Next time, we'll take you," Tim says easily.

Next time. Bruce had said that, too. As if there truly would be a next time. They had their chance and blew it.

Tim moves to serve the soup. His hands are not as stable as Alfred's were, once upon a time. Might be that he has not yet shaken off the hours of being locked up. Might be the burns pressing against the hot china.

"Deal," Dick agrees with all the enthusiasm of someone missing any and all signs of the tension around him. "I hope you didn't get into too much trouble."

Tim and Jason share a quick look, brief enough that Dick does not notice. Bruce, of course, does. He always does.

"Trouble?" Jason takes over to allow Tim enough respite to try to serve the soup without spilling any. "You know Timbers. We were going from one museum to the next. No time for fun when there's things to learn."

No time for fun when they were fearing for their lives, either, but that is just another secret tucked away behind high walls and new scars. Trouble, however, they know intimately.

Picking up Tim was a stroke of luck for Bruce. There is no better way to control someone than by threatening someone they care about. Tim and Jason took to that lesson like ducks to water.

Jason would have either given up or done something drastic ages ago if it were just him and the vengeful bat in the manor. Now, if he goes two hours without seeing Tim, he gets nervous. And pliant.

And Tim, well, Tim will never not try to spare Jason, no matter what that means for himself. He has never learned to think of himself as someone worthy of protection, of love. Jason does his best to rectify that, but life is making that very hard, indeed.

The first time Bruce put a gun in Jason's hand, he thought it was a joke. Batman has rules, principles. Not taking lives is one of them. Probably the most important of them. Batman has gotten a lot laxer about his rules, however. And sending others to do his dirty work does not, apparently, count as breaking the rules at all.

He saw potential in Jason and now bleeds him dry using it.

"I can help," Tim insists one night, a secret whispered only once they are sure Bruce is out of the house. They have taken to sleeping in the same room, as if that would actually make them any safer. If he wants to, Bruce comes for them no matter whether the other watches.

"No," Jason denies him immediately. "I will not let you kill someone." Things are bad enough without loading that on Tim's conscience.

"I wouldn't do it myself," Tim argues stubbornly. "But I can arrange it. If you need a break."

And he could do it. Easily.

But Jason says, "No." And that is that. It is enough that his own hands are bloodied.

Tim's talents lie elsewhere, anyway. He is trained to fight like all of them, but the true magic happens when he is put behind a screen. Recon, research, finding patterns, writing up ridiculous complex formulas to predict all kinds of things, hacking anything and anyone he sets his eyes on.

Jason is strong and Tim is smart. Bruce uses them accordingly.

Bruce is restless. They have been back for a few weeks, but he does not seem willing to let it go, watching everything they do, just waiting for the smallest mistake. It is almost as bad as during those weeks after Alfred had just died. It had broken a dam when Bruce had struck Jason for the first time, when he realized how he could lessen his own pain by putting it on another.

"Perhaps we need to switch it up a bit, since you've been feeling so adventurous lately," Bruce says in the middle of dinner. He pushes away his plate, making Tim and Jason scramble to put their cutlery down. It is a principal rule that nobody eats once Bruce is finished. "Tim, go to the gym and wait for me there."

Tim stands up immediately, even though he looks wide-eyed at Jason before he moves to the door. It is not the prospect of a beating that scares him, Jason knows.

As if Bruce read their minds, he continues, "Jason, you know the way to Tim's chamber."

Chamber, of course, is an entirely cruel name for the cramped, dark box Bruce likes to lock Tim into, taking away his senses and freedom in one go.

"No." That is Tim, standing straight, one hand on the doorknob, not moving. He is pale and trembling, but he looks straight at Bruce, refusing to back down.

"What was that?" Bruce smiles and Jason feels a trap snap close around him.

Tim swallows, his knuckles going white around the doorknob. "I said no," he says, anyway, his voice the only thing that does not waver. And then he makes it worse by adding, "Running was my idea."

Jason is on his feet in an instance. "That's not true," he exclaims, almost stumbling over the words. "I stole the car keys. I convinced him to go."

They are left to glare at each other, unwilling to let the other take the fall, even though they know better, even though they know it is never about whose fault it is. They both ran. They both broke the rules.

"It seems we have a bit of a conundrum." Bruce waves Tim back in. "Sit."

He waits just long enough to watch them both do as they are told. Then he gets up himself and leaves the room, knowing they will not move. Not so soon after having been dragged back here.

When he returns, he has a switch in hand, well-used, familiar. He puts it down on the table between Jason and Tim. He has the gall to be still smiling.

"I think twenty strikes each sound fair. Tim will start." It is the calm in his voice that always, always gets Jason's blood boiling. The way he can sit there and just casually order them hurt. The way they always comply.

Tim remains where he is for a long moment, drawing deep breaths. Then he stands and, with entirely too steady hands, begins to pull his shirt off.

"Oh, no," Bruce interrupts, his smile turning into something sharper. "You will do the honours."

Shirt halfway up his torso, Tim freezes, expression filling with horror as realization dawns. Jason knows his face must mirror Tim's. This is not - Bruce hurts them. They do not hurt each other.

"No," Tim says for the third time this night. No one could ever say he is not brave. Bravery is the surest way to get himself hurt here.

"It's twenty if you do it. Of course, you'll have to repeat strikes if I don't think you're taking things seriously," Bruce says easily, looking at both of them in turn, making it clear what Jason will have to do, too. "If you make me do it, we double it."

Double. Forty. Jason swallows.

They look at each other, Jason and Tim, brothers in misery but also something far more precious. Jason loves Tim. Whatever else happens in this house, Tim is family and there are lines he will not cross. From the determination settling over Tim's features, Jason thinks - hopes - he feels the same.

Forty strikes from Bruce will be brutal. Even if they were to do it themselves, though, there is no telling whether Bruce would not have them repeat strikes to reach the same number, because there is no way Jason could hit Tim in a way that could ever satisfy Bruce. And that is not counting the psychological element of it. It is hard enough to be helpless, to watch when Bruce hurts Tim. He will not be complicit. Not any more than he already is.

"No," Jason says, his throat dry. It does not come out as strong as he hoped, but strength has never helped them anyway. "I will not hurt him."

"Is that so?" Bruce cocks his head to the side, sounding curious. "Tim?"

Wordlessly, Tim shakes his head and then finishes to pull his shirt off. He folds it, showing a calm Jason is certain he does not feel. Then he pulls a chair out of the way, braces his arms against the tabletop, and waits, staring unseeingly at the remains of their dinner.

"So obedient, all of a sudden." Bruce hums and just looks for a long minute. "Stay where you are. Jason, we'll begin with you."

That is the obvious choice, of course. The pain is just half the punishment. The rest is having to watch. Tim might not be fully present by the end. Why give him an easy out?

Jason swallows a curse as he gets to his unsteady feet. He does not bother to fold his shirt but simply throws it on the table.

"Count for me, Tim. And do take care. I'd hate to begin again if you miss one."

Every time, Jason thinks the anticipation is worse than the actual hits. Every time, Bruce proves him wrong.

"One."

"We have to do something," Jason says, two nights later. Bruce is out on patrol and Jason has taken a jammer out of the cave. He is not going to let Bruce overhear this.

Tim sits up in bed. "What can we do?" he asks, sounding utterly exhausted, which has little to do with neither of them being unable to sleep. "Do you think the car broke down out of the blue? You know Bruce. He's weird about his cars."

Which means he let them run for two weeks, just waiting for the right time to bring them low. Like a cat playing with its prey.

"It's only going to get worse."

Tim nods in agreement but still scoffs. "And who'd believe us?"

"Look at us," Jason says, pointing at where bandages peek out from under Tim's sleep shirt. "Who wouldn't believe us?"

"Let me rephrase that." Tim rolls his eyes, Jason knows despite the darkness. "Who would believe us that we could actually contact without Bruce knowing and who would do something about it?"

Jason knows exactly what Tim means, of course. They have been adopted by Bruce Wayne. They should count themselves lucky for that privilege. Surely, being slapped around a bit is an adequate payment for a life otherwise lacking nothing. Nothing that Bruce does not withhold from them.

"You're the computer whiz," Jason says, aiming for a lighter tone and falling painfully short. "Don't tell me it's impossible to get a message out. Hell, one picture should be enough." At least until Bruce's money and lawyers make it like no evidence ever existed. That is the oldest story in the book. Money dictates the world.

"It's not impossible." Tim shrugs. He likely has played through all possible scenarios already. "I just don't know how quickly he'll notice. We can't be around when he finds out."

An involuntary shudder runs through Jason. Getting caught at trying to run away again, after the first time went so terribly wrong just a few weeks ago, could just be the thing that tips Bruce entirely off the edge. And he is barely clinging on as it is.

"He hasn't killed us yet. He likes it too much to have his own personal punching bags," Jason says, although it does not come out as convinced as he would hope.

What if Bruce does tire of them? Worse, what if he wants to exchange them for a younger, less troublesome model and Jason has to die knowing he has condemned another person to this hell?

Tim looks at him, too young and too serious. "He also hasn't had us hurt each other before. Things like this always get worse."

The words settle between them, making the air taste bitter. Although that might just be the bile at the back of Jason's throat.

"So what?" he finally asks. What can they do, if staying is not an option but running is hardly feasible either?

"Superman isn't an option. The way Bruce talks about him, he might already know," Tim says, falling into the familiar rhythm of presenting research. "I can try Conner, though. I mean, I can call for him without technology."

Their civilian identities are still a secret, of course, so they cannot know that Conner will answer if it is not Robin calling.

"And then?" Jason asks anyway. "Wonder Woman loves children."

She pretends to, at least. Then again, Bruce likes to get photographs with the babies at orphanages, too, whenever he has to visit for the Maria Wayne Foundation.

Tim smiles bitterly. "I'm not sure the Justice League will forsake their bankrolling member just because of us." There it is again, the problem with the money.

"Gordon?"

But Tim shakes his head before Jason has fully finished saying the name. "He has taken Batman beginning to kill without protest."

True. So much for the only upstanding commissioner of Gotham.

"Dick?"

They look at each other, full of the same gnawing hesitation. This might be their last chance. They cannot botch it up.

"Assuming he doesn't know," Tim picks up the idea as if it is not a giant, uncertain if. "What could Dick do against Batman?"

The mere thought is laughable, so Jason points out, "Nothing. But against Bruce? He could get us out of the house. He will never reveal Batman's identity and he wouldn't let us do it either, Bruce knows that." Allowing himself a moment of weakness, Jason says, "We could just go living with our older brother."

He expects Tim to shoot down such a stupid pipe dream immediately. Instead, Tim studies him, his features somehow sharper than before.

Then, without the slightest trace of hesitation, he says, "We could also kill him."

"Tim," Jason exclaims, immediately looking at the door, half expecting Bruce to appear as if summoned.

"What?" Tim asks dryly. "He must know we'd think of that eventually. We're trained. He's paranoid but he can't be on alert all the time."

It is true and Jason will not lie and say he never thought about it before. Taking a life, now that he has had practice, is not hard at all. They would have to carefully prepare, but it should be doable. It would, however, just get them into a whole new world of trouble.

"We're not killing Batman," Jason decides, sounding more convinced than he feels. "We're not killers. Not when he does not force us to be."

Tim nods and some of the tension bleeds out of him. "All right."

A small part of Jason is disappointed at Tim's quick acquiescence. "Just like that?"

"I just wanted you to know that's an option." Tim reaches out in the dark, finds Jason's hand and squeezes it. "I would - you know. For you."

Jason turns his hand so they are holding each other. "If it ever comes to that, I would, too. For you."

They do not let go of each other until the sun rises outside.

They needle Dick long enough that he agrees to take them to some kind of event in the zoo. Jason has already forgotten what it is about, but it coincides with an important board meeting at Wayne Enterprises, so they are reasonably sure to be free of Bruce for at least a few hours.

On the way to the zoo, Tim, admirably, keeps up with Dick's excited chatter, pretending for all the world to see that nothing is wrong. Nothing at all. Jason grunts out responses when needed and otherwise tries to keep his heartrate under control. He hopes his lack of excitement can be put down as him being a moody teenager and feeling himself too old to go to the zoo with his brothers. He has never had a talent for acting, and he will not start to try with so many things hinging on this going right.

Once at their destination, they make sure to pass at least four security cameras and then dive into a crowd where it is loud enough that their phones will have trouble picking up their conversation if Bruce decides to listen in. They still ditch their bags there for the moment - and Dick's, too - just to be sure. Bruce is not the only one who can be paranoid. Then they drag Dick off into a corner of the zoo with fewer people and, more importantly, no security cameras.

"What's going on?" Dick asks, because he, too, was trained by the greatest detective and, of course, knows that something strange is happening. He does not resist them, however, which has to count for something.

"We need to talk to you," Tim says simply, sounding like he is chewing glass. "Only you."

Dick raises an eyebrow at the implication but nods, tersely.

When they are suitably out of the way, Jason looks at Tim, suddenly breathless. Are they really doing this? Well, it is now or never and Jason has never liked waiting. 

"We noticed you are yelling a lot at Bruce."

That is not exactly how they were going to start the conversation, but Jason needs to know. All of their plan hinges on Dick being clueless as to what is going on in the manor. After how their last plan ended, Jason is not willing to take any chances.

Dick's shoulders slump. "Boys, it's -" He trails off, looking miserable. His face is so open, guileless. "I'm sorry if it's making you uncomfortable. It has nothing -"

Jason cuts him off, not able to stand the uncertainty any longer. "Has Bruce ever hit you?"

Out of the corner of Jason's eye, he sees Tim wince. He shrugs at him. They are on a strict schedule. They cannot be out of sight of cameras and out of the range of their phones for long.

Dick is staring, opening and closing his mouth several times, before he manages to ask, "What are you talking about?"

Jason crosses his arms in front of himself and shifts slightly, just so that he can slip fully in front of Tim if it becomes necessary. "Has he?" he then demands. Before he does not have a satisfying answer, they cannot push further.

"No, of course not," Dick exclaims, entirely too loud before remembering where they are. Much quieter, he continues, "I know it's not good that we keep arguing so much but -" Dick cuts himself off as he takes a closer look at them, at their sombre expressions, at the way Jason's hands are digging into his arms and Tim is standing entirely too straight. "Did something happen?"

In a measured tone, Tim asks, "Would you believe us if we said that Bruce hit us?"

Dick flinches back and stares at Tim, stares like he can open up their heads and find out exactly what is going on. He clears his throat, but his voice still comes out rough. "Us as in both of you?"

Tim turns abruptly and, after a quick glance around, lifts the back of his shirt. Their backs are looking better, the bruising already more green and yellow than angry blue. The places where Bruce drew blood, however, are unmistakable. Fine, parallel lines like a confession.

"Forty strikes," Tim says, voice sharp, clinical. He has no intention of pulling his punches, so to speak. This might be their only chance. "Well, forty-four, because he did Jason first and then had to start over several times with me because Jason was fighting to stay conscious and did not start counting quickly enough."

Jason wants to close his eyes at the memory, but he keeps watching Dick. This is the moment of truth.

Pure horror takes over Dick's face and Jason cannot help his relieved sigh. Dick did not know. Dick does not approve.

Jason reaches out blindly, finds Tim's arm and squeezes. He is not sure he can keep standing on his own. Tim shrugs his shirt back on properly and then moves against Jason's side. They have practice keeping each other up.

"Is this - are you -" Dick takes a deep breath, then tries again. "Was this the first time?"

"No," Tim says and smiles, no trace of humour on his face. "Far from it."

Dick leans back, pressing his hand against his mouth. He does not look away, however, does not hide his terror. "And you both - you - your trip?"

He is smart, quickly connects the dots. Jason tries not to feel bitter about the fact that they might have gotten help earlier, if only Dick had deigned to see them.

"We were running away," Jason admits, shaking off his misgivings. He learned early on in life not to cry over what ifs. "Unsuccessfully, of course."

To give him credit, Dick does not ask why they did not come to him sooner, why he seems to be their last resort. He knows Bruce, perhaps not as well as they do, but well enough.

"We can't get him arrested."

They know that. Bruce has too much money, too many lawyers just waiting to do his bidding. He has the Justice League and Gotham's police. They are just two kids with nowhere else to go.

Jason and Tim stay silent. They both agreed on the importance of this. Dick must want to help them, must offer to help on his own. Otherwise, he will never stare down Bruce for them to tell him he will lose them both. Well, all three of them, at best.

They watch as Dick thinks, fighting to correlate the Bruce he knows with what he has just learned. Then, he sets his jaw. "What can I do?"

Jason feels like he is taking his first real breath since their stolen car broke down. Tim finds his hand and holds on for dear life. They are not alone anymore.

[mysticalarmand]

[nightweb]

shameless promo of my jaydick fic too <3 i realized i never properly linked this fic despite it being my most popular fic on my ao3 :0 anyway if u like a freudian exploration to jason’s mommy issues with abusive bruce wayne and jason and dick both thinking of parental figures while sloppily making out well . here’s the fic. please heed the tags.

[lycheeloving]

a non-platonic yandere!Bruce thought this time, with some multiverse stuff, because that's all I could think about today.

I imagine this is at a point where you've been with him for some time & have mostly gotten used to your situation (having been kidnapped and forced into a relationship with a billionaire who happens to be Batman)

a small allusion to nsfw stuff, minors dni

You're bored, sitting in the bedroom you share with Bruce (who's currently patrolling, so you can't even annoy him for entertainment), so you decide that you at least want a change of scenery, and what better place for that than the batcave? So you take a book, a drink and a blanket with you as you venture down into the cave.

Bruce doesn't like it when you're down there, especially not while he's out, but it doesn't concern him enough to install anything that would keep you from going down there. If you're lucky, this will piss him off just enough to make the inevitable post-patrol sex with him more interesting tonight, so a win-win situation, really! You sit down in his comfy chair in front of his bat-computer, snuggle into your blanket so you don't freeze to death and start reading.

After some time you stand up to stretch and notice Bruce in the reflection on the computer. Weird, you didn't hear the batmobile returning! Well, you must have just been really immersed in the book.

"Bruce? You're back early, I thought you said you'd take longer today because of some Arkham emergency?"

No response.

"Ok, look, I know you don't like it when I'm down here, but I was getting sick of the manor!"

Still no response.

You turn around to look at him more closely, his expression might look like his usual stony facade, but you've spent enough time with him by now to be able to read him a bit and you're pretty sure he looks... confused?

"Hello? Are you ok? Did you hit your head? Did you drive with a head injury?? Wait, no, of course not, the batmobile can drive home all by itself-"

As you say that, you look at where the batmobile should be. should be, because it's not there. You look back at Bruce. Did his batsuit always look like that? You could swear that the ears are usually a bit smaller, and the color is wrong. Huh. You take a step back. "You're.. not Bruce, are you?"

He finally opens up his mouth to explain that he's from a parallel universe, that he and the Bruce from your universe have been helping each other with cases for a while now, he just came here to see if your Bruce was available, but if he's not here right now he's going to leave again. He gestures to a portal in the wall that you missed because from your angle it just looks like the wall of the cave, but when you take a step forward you can see into what looks like the batcave you're in right now but slightly to the left. A bit uncanny.

"You looked confused earlier, did Bruce not tell you about me? Or did you just not expect to see me down here?"

"...I was not aware that he is in a relationship."

"I mean, yeah, I guess if I was him I wouldn't go around telling people I kidnapped someone and keep them locked in my mansion, either. Even if they looked exactly like me, I mean, you never know if they think exactly like you as well. Um. Anyways, it was nice to meet you?" You wave awkwardly while he looks shocked (in his stoic way).

"...Why didn't you try to escape through the portal, then, if you're kept here against your will?"

"Oh, um, my bracelet is designed to shock me as soon as I leave. Like, really painful electric shocks. I'm not trying that again." More shock and guilt on other-Bruce's face.

"I'm sure I could disable it. Come with me."

"...And then what? Bruce will come after me. He'll attack you and be really, really mad at me for running away. Really mad. He said he'd break my legs if I ever tried to run again, I'm not risking that. And he'll keep me chained up in the bedroom for months." You shudder. "I like my walking around the house privileges, thank you very much."

You feel uncomfortable when he doesn't react and instead keeps staring at you. "I think you should leave. Now. ...Please."

He takes a step towards you. "I can keep you safe. I wouldn't feel right, knowing I left you here. Come with me."

You take a step back. "Look, thank you for offering, but I don't think this will end well for either of us. I'm gonna go now."

You turn to leave, but he's faster than you. He grabs your wrist, stopping you from getting away. You squirm in his hold while he inspects your bracelet. He then pulls something out of his utility belt with which he's able to remove the bracelet without it shocking you, throws you over his shoulder and carries you through the portal, not at all bothered by your kicking and scratching. He puts you down and closes the portal behind him. It all happened faster than you could wrap your head around.

"...I think it would be best if you stayed in the manor until I figure out how to resolve this.", he says, an unnerving glint in his eyes.

Did you just get kidnapped by a second Batman? Will he really let you go? You doubt that, somehow. You think you would have preferred to stay with your Batman, at least with him you knew what to expect...

[nosyp]

Christmas with Bruce

Warning = smut 🔞

Summary = You spend Christmas with Bruce.

Word count = 717 words

December 25

You stared at the crossed-out date on the calendar, unable to stop the small smile curling your lips. Only six months had passed since the wedding—an arrangement neither of you had wanted—but here you were, smiling to yourself on Christmas morning.

Bruce had been kind to you, against all odds. When Alfred had first brought up the idea of an arranged marriage, Bruce was livid. “I don’t need a partner picked for me,” you’d overheard him mutter during one of his arguments with Alfred. But the butler, ever so patient, had insisted. “You’ve given everything to Gotham, Master Wayne. It’s time you let someone care for you, too.”

It wasn’t easy at first. Bruce was distant, almost cold, burying himself in work and disappearing most nights. You’d chalked it up to the stress of being a billionaire businessman, but doubt crept in after you noticed the bruises he tried to hide and the exhaustion etched into his face. When you followed him one night, desperate to know if he was being unfaithful, you discovered something far more shocking: he wasn’t cheating—he was saving the city.

You thought he’d be furious when he found you standing in the Batcave, wide-eyed and speechless. And he was—for about five minutes. Then, sighed, he told you everything. “If you’re staying, you should at least know the truth,” he’d said.

Since then, things have been different. He wasn’t home often, but when he was, he made an effort. Like last night. For the first time in months, Bruce stayed in, insisting that Gotham could manage a night without him. You’d spent the evening by the fireplace, trading small stories over mugs of hot cocoa. It was... nice.

Now, you traced the edge of the crossed-out date with your finger, a quiet warmth blooming in your chest. Maybe this marriage wasn’t what either of you expected, but perhaps it was becoming something you both needed.

—

“Hehe, what’s up with you today?” you teased, your voice muffled as Bruce pulled you into a warm, engulfing bear hug.

“Nothing… just missed my wife, you know?” he replied, his tone light, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

You laughed softly, resting your cheek against his chest. It was moments like these that reminded you how different he could be behind closed doors—how the cold, stoic mask he wore for the world slipped away when it was just the two of you.

The two of you had spent the evening together, decorating the Christmas tree and making hot cocoa in the kitchen. Bruce had insisted on hanging the star himself, though you couldn’t help but laugh when his tall frame accidentally knocked an ornament loose. Despite his usual seriousness, he had a knack for turning quiet moments into something special.

Now, as the glow of the tree lights danced across the room, he leaned down, brushing a trail of soft kisses along your temple, your cheek, and finally your lips. “You’re too sweet when you smile,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. He pulled away and locked his arms beneath your legs, then pulling you up.

Smiling, he brought your shared bedroom. Then he climbed atop you and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. You did so as well and pushed him down to the bed. Excitedly, you then got on top of him and straddled his lap. Slowly, you started grinding on his growing member, which caused him to let out a soft groan. It was hard and poking through his pants.

Suddenly, he flipped you over and started unbuckling his pants, freeing his hard cock. Precum was leaking from the tip and you ogled at the sight of it. The view was unreal. Tapping the tip on your clit, he whispered in your ear, “You ready?”. He definitely knew how to excite a woman. 

Soon enough, he pushed it inside, inducing a loud moan from you. He interlocked his hands with yours and met your eyes. He started thrusting at a slow pace, trying not to hurt you and watched your expressions. 

“Please tell me if it hurts okay,” he muttered underneath his breath. Over the next few hours, you two spent time making love to each other. Maybe next year will be an even better year - with another person.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Thank U

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, violenc, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bruce Wayne/Batman (Christian Bale version)

Summary: you try to thank the vigilante who saved your life.

In the same universe as Home Sweet Home

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

‘To Batman’ 

No, that sounds ridiculous. All of this is just absurd. You don’t really think this will go anywhere but you just need to get the thoughts out. After a sleepless night, you need to put it somewhere before it boils over inside of you. 

You need to thank the man who saved you. If that’s what he is. He seems inhuman with all that he does for Gotham. 

‘My hero’ 

Ugh. New page. 

‘Hi. 

You don’t know me, but you saved my life. I know I’m not the only one and I hope I’m not the only one to say thanks. That’s what this is. I know it isn’t much but I’m not sure how else to do this. 

If you don’t remember me, that’s okay. I was walking home and there was a man following me. Then two. Then three. Then you were there. 

And just as quick, you were gone and so were they. I didn’t get the chance to thank you but I got home safe. Because of you. 

Batman. My hero. 

I owe you my life. 

Stay safe. 

Just another Gotham citizen.’ 

You reread the letter and cringe. What are you doing? You’re crazy. Is this pick-me energy? 

Ugh. You just can’t get over it. Your heart races every time the scene plays out in your head. Those men, their footfalls echoing yours, getting closer and closer, penning you in as they came at you from all sides. 

Your shoulders rose as you shrunk down and braced yourself for a heedless fight. Then the sudden flapping, the crash and crunch of violence, the shadows at battle against the brick wall as you stood by helplessly. Then the silence and his grizzled command. 

‘Go home.’ 

You ran all the way there. You didn’t look back or stop. And you didn’t sleep. You couldn’t. The dregs of adrenaline are still in you. 

Fatigue finally sets in as the sun rises. You fold up the letter and slide it into and envelope. You don’t expect this to go well. You don’t know what you’re doing. 

You’re in the same clothes as the night before. You feel like you’ve been frozen. That night fogs around you like a cloud. So close... it could’ve been so much worse. You could have been another news story. Another body in and alley. 

You walk down to the precinct. You stare at the doors for a while before you make yourself enter. The last time you went there, the only time, they wouldn’t even file a report about the man who sleeps outside your apartment door. He went away though... just a few days later. 

You go up to the counter. 

“Hi, erm, I need to get this to Commissioner Gordon.” You say. 

The uniformed officer doesn’t look up. He laughs.  

“It’s just a letter,” you plead. 

“Girl, you’re wasting everyone’s time right now,” the man doesn’t look away from the computer screen. 

“Please,” you hold the envelope through the little gap under the thick plastic window. 

“What’s this? A love letter?” He scoffs. 

“Joe, don’t be a dick,” another officer approaches and takes the letter. “I’ll give it to him.” 

“Oh, thank you so much,” you preen. 

“Don’t know if he’ll read it,” he mutters. 

“He just needs to look on the outside,” you point. 

He flips the envelope and reads your writing; ‘Batman, c/o Commissioner Gordon’. He tilts his head as he looks up at you. He shrugs. 

“Whatever, it’s a reason to stretch my legs,” he wiggles the letter between his fingers. “Have a good day, ma’am.” 

“Thanks, officer.” 

You turn and scurry out of the precinct. You don’t think the caped crusader will ever see that letter but at least you tried. It might not help you sleep at night, but it will be one less thing keeping you awake. 

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Baby Baby

Pairing: Dark Bruce Wayne x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

SUMMARY: Bruce will make sure you're bound to him forever.

WARNINGS: Implied babytrapping; Pregnancy. 

AN: Also, first time writing for this Bruce Wayne so Please, reblog and give me feedback. Also imagine him a bit older, cause he always looks so young.

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You remain laid down, eyes closed while inhaling long breaths of air. It works averagely, the waves of nausea declining.

But the feeling that something is very wrong only grows with each second.

A hand lands on yours and you open your eyes, turning your face to the side, meeting Bruce's eyes. He gives you a reassuring smile but you can't find the energy to return it.

You already suspect the condition that sent you to the hospital, the thought eating you up inside. 

All the times he forgot to use condoms, the almost imperceptible way your birth control pills tasted slightly different than usual. Bruce's encouragement for you to work out more, the gross healthy diet he'd imposed at home, the way he always came inside you.

Now you suspect why.

“Are you feeling any better?” Bruce asks, stroking your hair. “Do you need some water? Want me to order some food?"

You shake your head, slowly lifting yourself up to lean against the bed's headboard. Bruce hurries to help you, fluffing a pillow behind your back before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

A shiver makes your body shake, exhaustion flooding you and you fight with yourself just to keep your eyes open.

"I'm sure everything is fine, don't worry, love." he says and you nod.

Not long after a doctor appears, accompanied by a nurse and you cringe at the sight of them. The doctors at this private hospital scare you, all of them with a serious, almost robotic face.

“How’s the patient feeling now?” the doctor approaches you, stethoscope in his hand ready to auscult you.

“She’s better now, not feeling that weak anymore.” Bruce answers, a tinge of annoyance hitting you at his behavior. “What did the blood test show?”

The cold metal makes you flinch, but you keep taking deep breaths until the doctor ends. He comes to stand in front of the bed, a sympathetic smile that does nothing to make you feel better on his face as he looks at Bruce.

“Everything is fine besides the sugar level being low, that's what caused the faint.” Bruce squeezes your hand and you hold your breath, already knowing what's coming next.

“However, that’s completely normal in a pregnancy.”

His words make you feel weak again and you’re just glad you're already seated down.

Bruce's face breaks into a huge grin, arms wrapping around you in a hug as his hand travels to your belly, remaining there. You freeze, unable to think properly. You’re pregnant. Of Bruce.  

He parts to hold your face in a possessive kiss, ignoring the doctor that exits the room, leaving you alone.

“I am so proud of you, love. This is wonderful news,” he declares, his eyes twinkling. Your stomach does a flip and you grip the sheets tightly, trying to control yourself.

You will never be able to leave him.

[dark-fics-4-you]

Q+A time because I’m bored, please send asks w any questions you had about my previous fics (ex. details in the fic or motivations of a character), it can be any character, and I’ll answer them

Pretty pretty please send asks i wanna interact with you guys more <3333 Anon is always turned on besties

[bruciemilf]

Bruce: I know it’s hard, but you must remain forgiving and merciful, Jason.

Tim, who had to watch Bruce skin a man alive like a piece of salmon with a batarang for saying something rude about his then deceased son, throw him in the back of the Batmobile, and drive him to the hospital just to beat him up again: