#Nathan Bateman Batman AU

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Bateman Begins Part 42

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Notes: I'm aiming to have 3-4 more chapters before wrapping this up. Just a heads up.

Pairing: Nathan Bateman x Reader

Rating: M

There's police tape criss-crossing the front entrance, and across a few of the windows

The kitchen door is untouched

The camera outside of it appears to be disabled

You scour around, spotting a large rock

It's cool and heavy as you pick it up, and you find yourself wincing before you even throw the damn thing.

The shattering seems ear-splitting in the relative silence around the mansion.

"Sorry, Alfred," You mutter as you slide your sleeve down over your hand, reaching through the broken pane to unlock the door.

The quiet is eerie as you walk around. The mansion has always been enormous, but walking through it alone and hearing the echo of your footsteps makes your stomach churn with discomfort.

Are the cops monitoring this place? They must be, right? Is there anyone stationed nearby, watching the house?

You do not have time to be booked for breaking and entering

And how would that even play in the press?

Deranged Bateman Enterprises Employee Returns to Gotham and Breaks Into Missing Boss' House

Vicki Vale would probably love that.

At least you have an alibi for whatever the hell happened.

And what the hell did happen?

You duck beneath the police tape cordoning off his lab, looking around.

There's police tape across the window there, too. If police had seen Bateman—well, Batman—leaving through there...

You turn to the bookshelves as you consider the possibilities.

Maybe Nathan had to have been coming or going, saw the police and ran.

But to not come back?

Something must have been deeply wrong.

You walk over to the bookshelf, gently levering down Nathan's false copy of Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep and waiting as the bookshelf sinks to the side.

You walk cautiously toward it, eyeing the elevator. The structure seems secure; nothing appears to be out of place.

You step onto it and pull the lever to lower yourself into the cave.

You turn to look down, listening as the clanking of the machinery awakens some of its bat inhabitants.

Everything in the cave seems as untouched as the mansion. You press your hand to the biometric scanner, looking up as the screens come to life.

Camera first, you think.

Maybe some of the questions that you have can be solved by whatever footage you can get from the mansion.

But when you try to view the logs from the past few days, access is denied.

There's a password protection of Nathan's that you can't override.

You try everything that you can possibly think of, but nothing pops.

You're in the middle of attempting to override his security when a livestream of the news catches your eye.

Your brow furrows as you eye the runner:

CLOWN GANG UNLEASHES CHAOS IN GOTHAM—MAYOR GARCIA INSTITUTES CURFEW

You reach down, turning up the volume on that feed.

The anchor's voice crackles slightly before steadying:

"For our top story: Gotham has been gripped by fear as a gang of masked perpetrators wreak havoc on the city. Authorities have struggled to contain the situation, with the Gotham PD launching a city-wide manhunt. Graffiti of clown figures and Joker cards have appeared on buildings across the city, with the rate of their creation outpacing the city's ability to cover or remove them. Mayor Garcia has mandated a city-wide curfew in attempt to stem the rising tide of clown-related crimes. Meanwhile, rumors continue to circulate about the disappearance of both Nathan Bateman and Batman. Some are questioning whether the billionaire has chosen to resume the hermitage that he held after college, or if he's being held for ransom by the masked vigilante. Others speculate that Batman is somehow behind the growing clown posse."

The footage flickered to an older woman on the street, her brows knitted as a microphone is thrust into her face.

"I've never seen this many clowns in my life. Not once. Not even when the circus came to town. Not even when I met my ex-husband's family."

You frown as the footage flickered to a familiar face—one that turns your stomach.

Vicki looks a little flighty, and hardly stands still to answer the question that the reporter poses. Her face is pinched; there are dark bags under her eyes as she gives a staccato reply:

"No one has ever seen Nathan Bateman and Batman in the same room, have they? No one. His last name is one letter away—has anyone ever considered that?"

You scoff, shaking your head.

She's right, of course, but that doesn't exactly settle your nerves.

The news turns to another interview—a young man with closely cropped hair, his features obscured behind a thick smear of white makeup and overdrawn red lips.

"Why's everyone getting so worked up over a little makeup?" His face splits into a grin as he grasps the microphone and runs away with it, cackling gleefully into it.

You wince at the sound of the laugh, a chill running down your spine as it pricks memories of your nightmares.

The footage cuts back to the anchor in the studio shuffling their papers before they fold their hands over their notes.

"Commissioner Gordon has urged citizens to remain vigilant and report and sightings of suspicious acrobatics, or people wearing an excessive amount of makeup or face paint."

You reach out, turning the volume back down as you lean back, eyeing the other news feeds.

"Jesus, Nathan," You sigh. "What the hell happened?"

--

You can't stop staring at the trash can.

Why the hell did Nathan keep them?

No—No, it can't be the same trash that it was when you left. You haven't been in the Blue Room in almost two years.

You came up in the vain hope that you may have a thing or two left in here, but...It's the same.

Everything is the same.

The designer clothing and bags that Nathan got you are still in the drawers and closet.

Your favorite products are still in the ensuite bathroom.

And as you crouch down and pick up one of the crumpled pieces of paper, your blood running cold as you spot your handwriting.

You drop it again and straighten up, bracing your hands on the desk as your chest tightens.

Why did he leave it like this? Did he close the door and forget about it?

Did he think you were coming back—

You turn away, pushing a low groan out as you shake your tingling hands out, trying to push back your conflicting confusion and hope.

Fuck, whatever it was won't matter until you figure out what the fuck happened—

Bzzzzzz

You freeze at the sound of the brief buzz. It stops as suddenly as it starts...

You wonder if maybe you imagined it—

Bzzzzz

You look around the room, frowning. What the hell is that?

It's close enough that you can hear it, but it's not in the room anywhere.

Bzzzzz

You step into the hall, following the sound toward Nathan's room.

You find yourself raising your hand to knock, then shake your head. No one is in there, right?

You're still hesitant to open the door, wincing at its creaking before you step inside. The buzz grows louder as you approach his bedside table.

You open the drawer and find it...Empty.

But you can still hear and now feel the vibration. You knock on the bottom of the drawer, thrilling as you hear the hollow thonk.

It takes a few tries, but you find the small tab to lift the false bottom and find...

A flip phone.

A flip phone? Why the hell would Nathan have a flip phone?

This seems like the kind of thing that he would've mocked you for having when you first met.

You pull the phone out of the drawer, eyeing the caller ID.

C.G.

You hesitate before you flip it open, raising it to your ear.

You don't speak, you just listen.

For a moment, you hear nothing. And then—

"Where the hell have you been, man?"

The man's voice is familiar. It's on the tip of your tongue...

"Still not talking?" He pushes. "You're lucky I'm not tracing this call after all the shit you pulled. Look—the mayor is on my ass. I need you to meet me tonight, usual time, usual place."

You flounder wordlessly before you push out the lowest, gruffest answer you can: "Can't."

You wince. Damn—You couldn't sound like Nathan if you tried.

The man's so flustered that he doesn't seem to notice.

"The hell do you mean, can't? You can't go AWOL like this. I need you to rattle some cages. I've got a lead on this clown gang, but I can't go after it myself."

You scrub your hand over your face. You can't go after them the way Nathan could, but you could do some research, right?

"Send the information," You grit out.

"It's too sensitive to send."

Fuckssake.

"...I'll send an address and time," You manage before snapping the phone shut.

You stare at the phone for a few moments, braced as if it'll explode.

When the man doesn't call back, you push out a soft, relieved breath.

Alright, you need somewhere you can meet whoever this is—somewhere you know the terrain, have the upper hand.

You may have once promised Nathan that you'd never go back to the Narrows without him, but he isn't there.

You are. You need answers.

Whatever this person has might lead you to Nathan.

But how the hell are you going to turn up without revealing who you are to...Whoever this is?

--

Nathan's armor is too heavy for you.

You're not in bad shape, but Nathan is strong in a way that you aren't.

You can pair down...Can't you?

You don't need all of the armor. If you play this right, whatever this meeting is won't end in conflict.

But you have a bigger problem than the armor.

You can't growl all night. That little bit in the bedroom hurt, and you'll never get away sounding the way you did in person.

You look around the lab, trying to cobble your thoughts together.

The helmet. You'll start with the helmet.

You'll need to adjust the design to include a voice modulator.

Okay. You can do this.

You've sent the C.G. contact an address and a time. You'll meet with him at five to midnight. You have eight hours.

You need to make the voice modulator first.

Once that's done, you'll go through the cave and see if any of the lighter kevlar that you designed and ordered is still there.

You're not as worried about covering your legs, but your arms, chest, neck, and voice are what you're worried about tonight.

With any luck, this is the only iteration of this suit that you'll need, and the only time that you'll need to wear it.

Tag list: @blueeyesatnight ; @massivecolorspygiant ; @foxilayde @danniburg ; @brandyllyn ; @missredherring ; @the-feckless-wonder ; @ew-erin ; @xocalliexo ; @youngkenobilove ; @chattychell ; @lorecraft  ; @thembosapphicclown ; @buckybarneshairpullingkink

[midgardian-witch]

1, 9, 24, 25?

fanfic end of the year asks

Hey there! Thank you for the ask(s) 💙

1. favorite fic you wrote this year

That is a difficult question. I'm going to go with the one I am proudest of because it took me so fucking long to finish it because the hell that is writing werewolf cunnilingus had just stumped my brain for so goddamn long. It's Blame It On The Moon - I have worked on this since Werewolf By Night came out last year and has become my biggest fic as of today. So I am kinda proud of that.

9. longest wip of the year

Since I finished the WIPs I had written most for during my little pre-holidays vacation that award goes to my still not definitively named Robbie Paulson multichapter D/s fanfic with service sub!Robbie getting together with Dom for hire!reader from a phone sex line. The Robbie fic I offered you sneak peek rights to too, if you remember 😉

24. favorite fic you read this year

HOW COULD I PICK ONE?! I refuse to pick just one!

For example we have @reallyrallyauthor's wonderful Anselm/Birdie saga which has gripped my heart and loins Then we have @youvebeenlivingfictional's continued masterpiece Bateman Begins which if you haven't read it yet is a Nathan Bateman Batman AU that will fucking rip your heart out and you will love it goddammit! It's just so good I keep re-reading it and I eat up every new chapter like a rabid dog I swear. Of course I can't go without mentioning everything @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction has put out this year (or ever). One special mention here to their Miguel fic Infected which I was lucky enough to read a bit of before it was finished and posted and it has haunted my brain since then 🥰 And there are so many more I can't remember on the top of my head because I have the worst memory 😞

25. a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read

All of the above! And if you write? Read your own fics! Especially the ones you don't remember writing. There is some good shit there I swear! It's like somebody wrote exactly the stuff you're personally into. It's wild 😂

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

January AU Writing Challenge

I think at this point we all wish we could live in an Alternative Universe and for the month of January I will be. I am celebrating reaching 300 followers with a writing challenge! Thank you so much for your support and positivity! 

Each week will be a different theme and each day will have a prompt. You can send in asks for any of the characters below and I will update the list as we go! 

Make your requests HERE 

Characters to choose from: 

Pedro Boys: Javier Pena, Agent Whiskey, Oberyn Martell, Pero Tovar, Marcus Pike, Marcus Moreno, Maxwell Lord, Max Phillips, Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales, Ezra (Prospect), Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) 

Oscar Boys: Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia, Llewyn Davis, Nathan Bateman, Evgeni (W.E), Poe Dameron 

Week One Theme: College AU January 1st-7th 

1 - You keep reserving the good study room in the corner of the library with the windows- Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia 

2 - My friend dragged me to this party, and I just saw my ex quick make out with me -Javier Peña

3 -  My computer crashed, and you’re the student worker at the IT center. - Evgeni 

4- I’ve been sitting in this seat all semester. Why did you decide to sit in it today?-  Max Phillips 

5-  We’re studying in the library, and there are two people very obviously fucking in the stacks, and we keep sharing embarrassed glances - Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia 

6 - I’ve ordered take out every night this week, and you always seem to be my delivery person

7 - Every single table in the union is full. Do you mind if I just sit here for a while? - Llewyn Davis 

Week Two Theme: Store AU (Book, flower, coffee shop)  January 8th-14th 

8 -  Barista and person who has a ridiculous coffee order- Maxwell Lord 

9 - At the coffee shop, there is a chess set in the corner, and every morning, I move one piece. Later in the day, someone else always moves a piece too. I’m dying to know who I’m playing against. - Nathan Bateman 

10 - you give me a different fake name every time you come into Starbucks, and I just want to know your real name bc you’re cute, but here I am scribbling “batman” onto your stupid cappuccino. - Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia 

11 I like buying books at this one bookstore in particular because you work here and I think you’re cute au. - Oberyn Martell 

12 - I only came to this coffee shop bookstore cause I was thirsty and it was nearby, and I saw you reading and drinking at one of the tables and kept coming back au- Marcus Pike 

13 - when you paid for your book, you kept talking about how much you were looking forward to it, so I read it too out of curiosity, and we bonded over it au- Ezra (Prospect) 

14 - You buy a weird amount of flowers, and I’m concerned as to why- Ezra (Prospect) 

Week Three Theme: Modern AU January 15th- 21st 

15 - My pet ran away, I got fired from my job, it started raining out of nowhere, and I fell in the mud, and you’re just a random stranger at my bus stop, but I need someone to talk to. 

16 - I adopted a kid, and you help me take care of them all the time since we’re neighbors, but you came over and got so involved in the kid’s life so much they think that we’re both their parents instead of just me. - Marcus Moreno 

17 - I met you at a convention, and you’re cosplaying Person B to my OTP, and I’m cosplaying Person A

18- We’re internet friends, and we’re meeting up in real life today, and I’m super paranoid because what if you’re a deranged killer and– omg, you’re perfect. - Nathan Bateman 

19 - Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but can you go on the bungee jumping thing with me? Because I’m too scared to go by myself. - Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia 

20 - You keep coming in to get your laptop fixed, but I’m pretty sure you’re breaking it on purpose, but you’re cute, so I’ll let it slide. - Marcus Moreno 

21 - We’re playing Monopoly in the local library, and the game just got serious; I think the librarians are about to kick us out. - Poe Dameron

Week Four Theme: Parents/Expecting Family AU  January 22nd - 28th 

22 - you’ve been sleeping at mine because your house is being renovated, and we aren’t even dating, yet every time you wake up to the baby crying and sigh, “I’ll go,” I feel like we might as well be married. - Poe Dameron 

23 - our children are in the same class, and we both hate their teacher. Eventually, the parents’ evenings are just us competing who can call out snarkier comments. - Maxwell Lord (Also my darling Kat’s birthday) 

24 - our kid is only a year old, but they already rule the household and every single aspect of our lives. - Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales 

25 - we are the only two parents who agreed to attend the school trip (bonus: “so I guess we share this hotel room?”) - Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales 

26- “the scans have just come through, and it’s been revealed that we were wrong. You’re not having a baby…you’re having two! congratulations!” - Maxwell Lord 

27 - “fine, fine, fine. rock, paper, scissors to see who has to go calm down the baby.” “glad that we’re dealing with this like adults.” - Nathan Bateman 

28 - we left you to babysit our kid for literally three hours. What happened?!?- Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales (guest starring: Benny the babysitter)

Bonus Days 

29- Called tech support and flirted with the geek squad tech working the phones by themselves - Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia 

30 - Ran into each other at the bookstore and tried to get the last copy. - Marcus Moreno 

31- We’ve been hooking up for the past few weeks, and holy shit, it turned out you’re my fifth grader’s teacher. Oh god, this embarrassing! - Maxwell Lord 

Taglist: @josepedropascal​ @mrschiltoncat​ @mrsparknuts​ @ghostwiththemostbitch​ @zannemes​ @oldstuffnewstuff​ @anetteaneta​ @a-seeker-of-imagination​ @artsymaddie​ @aellynera​ @lucifer-​ @houseofthirst​ @phoenixhalliwell​ @maxlordsgf​ 

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Bateman Begins Part 38

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Notes: Hi it has been an embarrassingly long time since I’ve updated I am so so so sorry 🦇🖤

Pairing: Nathan Bateman x Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: Cursing; fluff; feelings of jealousy; some angst; non-sexual partial nudity

- You're not jealous.

- You really aren't! You're not jealous, and you're definitely not overthinking this.

- You're not overthinking the way Nathan is keeping such steady eye contact with Vicki Vale as they dance.

- You're not jealous of his hand on her lower back.

- And you're really not overthinking the way that he smiles at her.

- At least, you're trying really, really hard not to.

- "Do you want me to go cut in?”

- It’s a sweet offer, but you have a feeling that Barry doing so would only irritate Nathan.

- Well, Nathan never really warmed to Barry, anyway.

- “No,” You shake your head. “But thank you.”

- “...Wanna make him jealous?” Barry waggles his brows, making you laugh and smile in earnest.

- “Nathan doesn’t get jealous like that—and not about me.”

- “Oh, please,” Barry rolls his eyes.

- “What?”

- Barry’s brows tip up as he glances over toward Nathan and Vicki.

- “If I got within a foot of you back when we were seeing each other, he was right there reminding us to save room for Jesus—and he was Jesus.”

- You snort an unseemly laugh, turning and hiding your face in Barry’s shoulder as people around you give you looks.

- “Oh—well done,” Barry mutters.

- “What?”

- “That got his attention.”

- The statement makes you straighten up, tense.

- “Relax,” Barry coos, “Here, c’mon.” He wraps his arm around your waist, his hand on your hip as he steers you off of the dance floor and toward the bar.

- “You’re really laying it on thick here, Allen.”

- “I know what I’m doing,” Barry mutters.  “Betchya he’ll be over here in two minutes.”

- “Doubtful,” You pout, leaning against the bar and propping your chin up on your hand.

- “If he doesn’t, we’ll go down our drinks and go grab dinner. We’ll be the fanciest people at the 43rd street diner. Hell, if he comes over, we’ll go anyway,” Barry offers, smiling and tipping the bartender that sets down two fresh champagne flutes.

- “Okay, that I am down for,” You nod, lightly clinking your glass against Barry’s before taking a sip.

- “What is it you’re down for?”

- The sound of Nathan’s voice almost makes you do a spit-take.

- You don’t dare look at Barry; you can only imagine the wide, smug, cat-that-got-the-canary grin on his face.

- You manage to swallow your drink and force a calm expression before you turn to face Nathan.

- He looks as calm as you do, but you can see scant cracks in his façade—the tightness around his eyes, and the way he’s muscled himself in at the bar between you and Barry.

- “Barry and I are going to finish these up and go get some food,” You answer simply.

- “That so. I’ll join you.”

- “I don’t think that’s necessary.”

- “I do. What can Buddy get you for what he makes? A handful of fries and a hot coffee?”

- “More like two handfuls of fries and unlimited soda,” Barry pipes up. You smile as he drains his champagne flute and sets it down. “Do you have a ticket for the coat check?”

- “Uhhh...Yeah” You open your clutch, fishing around for the little red stub they gave you at the door, “Thanks.” You hold it out to Barry over Nathan’s shoulder and lean back against the bar as Barry takes hold of it.

- You have to fight back a laugh as Barry claps Nathan on the shoulder. “Thanks for the champagne, buddy.”

- You’re almost certain that if it was only the three of you there, Nathan might swing at him. Instead, Nathan’s expression just tightens further as he watches Barry leave.

- “You’re really gonna leave this early?” Nathan asks. “I haven’t even given my speech yet.”

- “You’re giving a speech? You didn’t tell me that.”

- “Well, I wasn’t going to, but Miss Vale helped me do some rewrites.”

- Your grip tightens on your champagne glass as you swirl the remaining bubbling liquid about.

- “Did she? How kind of her.”

- “She’s got a way with words.”

- “I thought her focus was photography.”

- “Well, you know how many a picture is worth.”

- “Then she must have plenty of practice.”

- “...Look,” Nathan lowers his voice, glancing over your shoulder. “If you’re really going with Barry, at least let Alfred know when he can came take you home.”

- You search Nathan’s gaze for a moment before you shrug. “Barry can take me home. It’ll be fine.”

- “Really.”

- “Sure. He has before.”

- It’s a little cruel. It’s twisting the knife. But Nathan doesn’t bow to it like you’d like him to. He just huffs out a mean little laugh, nods, mutters, “Do whatever you want, cupcake,” Before he pushes off of the bar.

- You can’t help but watch him go until he’s disappeared into the crowd, your self-righteous annoyance melting into regret.

- You find yourself still looking as Barry comes back and helps you into your coat.

- You only just manage to avert your gaze when your eyes catch on Vicki’s, as you give her a tight smile and a quick nod on your way out. 

- You don’t make it to the diner. Instead, Barry ferries you back to your apartment, and lounges as the two of you order takeout and more alcohol for delivery.

- (Out of spite, you use some of the exorbitantly high Venmo balance that Nathan has sent you)

- “You shouldn’t let him get under your skin like that.”

- Barry’s advice is muffled through his mouthful of burger and fries. You wince a little at the sight, and the few sprayed particles of food. You reach out, swiping the specks away with a napkin before you toss the napkin in the trash.

- You slouch back against your cabinets, seated on your counter, your skirt making a swishing sound as you swing your bare feet back and forth.

- “I got under his, too,” You argue, “Like...A little.”

- “More than a little. I thought he was gonna cold-cock me.”

- You smile, gaze sweeping Barry. He looks strangely debonair with his shirt partially unbuttoned, his tie undone, hanging loosely around his neck.

- “He wouldn’t,” You reassure, “Not in public, anyway.”

- “Oh, well. That’s great reassurance, thank you.” 

- You chuckle, raising your burger and taking a bite.

- “You gonna talk to him about it?” Barry asks.

- You consider it as you lower your burger and chew, picking at a stray piece of lettuce.

- “I have, a little,” You admit. “I worry about her poking around.”

- “Why?”

- “Bateman Enterprises has a lot of top-secret shit brewing. I’m not in on all of it,” You fib, “But...I don’t know what she’s digging for. That worries me.”

- Barry hums thoughtfully. “Could just ask her.”

- “Somehow I don’t think she’ll be all that forthright.”

- “You never know until you try.”

- “Maybe not, but I can suspect.”

- “...I’m gonna ask you something, and I swear I mean it in, like...Good...Spirit,” Barry draws out.

- “Okay?”

- “Are you suspicious of her motives, or are you suspicious because she’s getting so close to Nathan?”

- Your gaze flickers to Barry before it lowers again, discomfort muddling with the burger in your stomach.

- “...It’s a bit of both,” You admit after a moment. “I don’t like her getting so close to the company, or Nathan. He keeps everyone at arm’s length.”

- “Except for you, and for her?”

- “...Yeah,” You nod a little. It pains you to say so, but you can’t pretend that your wariness of Vicki Vale has absolutely nothing to do with how Nathan has responded to her, both as himself, and as Batman.

- Barry nods sympathetically before he reaches out, gently patting your knee. You smile, reaching up and gently ruffling Barry’s neatly coiffed hair, giggling as he groans and whacks at your hand, ducking away from you.

- Barry leaves around midnight. You’re tried, and tipsy, and wishing that you’d gotten him to at least start to undo your dress zipper a little before he left.

- You managed to get the very top of it, but now it’s in the middle of your back and you—you just can’t—ugh, you can’t quite reach it.

- Your fingertips are just brushing the zipper as you groan in frustration.

- “Need a hand?”

-”Holy—!” You screech at the sound of Nathan’s modulated voice, whirling around to see him standing in your otherwise dark bedroom doorway. “Motherfucking—shitballs, fuck, don’t do that!”

- “Close the blinds,” Is Nathan’s succinct reply. You huff, trudging over to he window and tugging the blinds all closed. As you reach the last one, you hear Nathan’s boots thud deeper into the apartment.

- You go still as his hand steadies on your hip, then his other hand raises, undoing the zipper. You sigh as the straps sag around your shoulders.

- “Thanks,” You mutter. You push the dress down, wriggling it lower and lower with each step before you finally crouch down, scooping up the pooled fabric from around your ankles and carrying it into your bedroom. 

- It leaves you in your bra, your high-waisted control-top shapewear undies, and your pantyhose.

- “How was your speech,” You call over our shoulder. It’s another moment before Nathan is following you into the bedroom again.

- “It was fine.”

- “Did Vicki like it?”

- The question falls out of your mouth, and you can’t shove it in again. It hangs in the air uncomfortably.

- You hear Nathan sigh heavily before you hear the slight hiss and ruffle of him removing his helmet.

- “This still?” He asks boredly, voice unmodulated. You shrug, tugging on your bathrobe (satin, and blue—one of the designer ones that Nathan bought for you months ago) before you wriggle out of your shapewear and toss it into your hamper.

- “You said she helped you with the rewrite. I was just asking if it came out the way she wanted it.”

- You’re going to tie your robe closed, but Nathan presses up behind you, his arms curling around your middle, his kevlar cool against your back.

- “It’s kinda sweet, you know?” He murmurs, lips brushing the curve of your ear.

- “What is?”

- “You, being so jealous.”

- “Oh, fuck off,” You scoff. Impulsively, you elbow him in the gut, then wince, regretting the sting and resounding pulse of pain from the whack at his kevlar. Nathan chuckles softly, dipping his head and nuzzling your neck.

- “No, it really is,” He insists, gently swaying the two of you back and forth.

- “Lemme go, Nathan,” You grumble. “I wanna go wash off my makeup.”

- “In a minute.”

- “What are you gonna do between now and then?”

- Nathan turns you to face him, his gloved hand gripping your jaw and forcing your gaze to his.

- Heat rushes to your face, throat going tight as his gaze sweeps your expression.

- “You bring that dweeb back here just to piss me off?” He asks. You roll your eyes.

- “Barry is my friend.”

- “That’s all?”

- “That’s all.”

- “Alright...Vicki Vale is a reporter doing a profile on me.”

- “Congrats.”

- “That’s all she is to me. Alright?”  

- You lower your gaze grudgingly to his chest, to the insignia on his chest.

- Maybe that’s all she is to Nathan, but is that all she is to Batman?

- In your mind, she’s a threat to Batman.

- Not a threat like the Scarecrow, or Mr. Freeze, or the Penguin—

- Yo don’t think she’s planning on causing Batman grievous harm.

- You’re certain that she wants to get in his head, to blow his identity wide open.

- You don’t know what you’d do if she did. 

- “Yeah,” You nod. “Alright.”

   Tag list: @blueeyesatnight​ ; @mylittlelonelyappreciationtoo​ ; @revolution-starter​ ; @massivecolorspygiant​ ; @foxilayde​ ; @poedameronsbeard (wouldn’t let me tag); @danniburgh​ ;  @carbonated-beverage​ ; @brandyllyn​ ; @missredherring​ ; @aellynera​ ; @the-feckless-wonder​ ; @ew-erin​ ; @recklessworry​ ; @xocalliexo​ ; @youngkenobilove​ ; @chattychell​ ; @selfishpresley (wouldn’t let me tag) ; @lorecraft​  ; @thembosapphicclown​​ ; @emotionalsupportbatfamily​​

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Youvebeenlivingfictional Masterlist

Hooooboy, alright. Caving and turning this into a post. I'm keeping the page up as well, so if you prefer that, don’t worry, it’s still there.

If this post is missing something and i can almost guarantee it is, lemme know! Also if a link is broken, lemme know. Also also if you see that there are missing drabbles, that is because 9/10 times, unless it’s part of a larger work, I don’t list drabbles. It would never end. It would be a monster of a post.

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Last Updated: July 28, 2024

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What it says on the tin. Archiveofourown: youvebeenlivingfictional

Kinktober 2022  *18+ Only

Kinktober 2023 *18+ Only

Fluffcember 2022 Fake Dating Masterlist

Includes: The Triple Frontier Boys, Javier Peña, Nathan Bateman, Percival Graves, Christopher Pike

Men I Always Meant to Write For

Includes: Bruce Wayne, Daniel Le Domas, Don Draper, Don Eppes, Harvey Specter

The Bear

Force of Habit - Carmy Berzatto x Reader  *18+ Only

Get What You Get - Carmy Berzatto x Reader

If You Can’t Take the Heat - Carmy Berzatto x Reader

Captain America

Love Isn’t Always On Time - Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes (On indefinite hiatus)

Strange Bedfellows - Steve Rogers x Reader *18+ Only

Challengers

Estranged Wife - Patrick Zweig x Reader *18+ Only

the pro - Art Donaldson x Reader *18+ Only

reunion - Art Donaldson x Reader *18+ Only

tense - Patrick Zweig x Reader *18+ Only

Daredevil

Gauze - Frank Castle x Reader

Her Voice - Matt Murdock x Reader *18+ Only

The Dark Knight Trilogy

The Other Half - Bruce Wayne x Reader *18+ Only

Defending Jacob

Clandestine - Andy Barber x Reader *18+ Only

I Could Be Your Sometimes - Andy Barber x Reader *18+ Only

Where You Want My Lipstick - Andy Barber x Reader *18+ Only

Den of Thieves

Bad Idea - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader *18+ Only

The Pool - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader *18+ Only (The Pool ‘Verse)

Benny and Techie’s Holiday Plans  - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader (The Pool ‘Verse)

Benny and Techie Wind Up Skipping Arm Day - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader (The Pool ‘Verse)

Benny Teaches Techie How to Shoot - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader (The Pool ‘Verse)

How Benny and Techie Spend New Year’s Eve - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader (The Pool ‘Verse)

Benny’s First Thoughts - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader (The Pool ‘Verse)

Benny and Techie Have It Out - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader (The Pool ‘Verse)

Nick Makes Techie Uncomfortable - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader The Pool ‘Verse)

Last Resort - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader -*18+ Only

Points of Contact - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader

Procedure - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader -*18+ Only

You Know That I’ll Be Patient - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader -*18+ Only

You Want Me To? - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader - *18+ Only

Don’t Worry Darling

Dark Victory - Frank x Reader *18+ Only

Dune

A Stalwart Gem - Duke Leto Atreides x Reader *18+ Only

Be Changed; Be Undone - Duke Leto Atreides x Reader *18+ Only

Left Behind - Gurney Halleck x Reader

The View - Duncan Idaho x Reader x Gurney Halleck *18+ Only

The Warmaster’s Wife - Gurney Halleck x Reader *18+ Only

Enola Holmes

An Absolute Mess - Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Terribly Confounding - Sherlock Holmes x Reader

When We Were Young - Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Ex Machina

A Few Nathan Bateman Thots - Nathan Bateman x Reader *18+ Only

Bateman Begins, A Nathan Bateman Batman AU - Nathan Bateman x Reader

By Definition - Nathan Bateman x Reader

Loosen Up - Nathan Bateman x Reader *18+ Only

Magnetic - Nathan Bateman x Reader *18+ Only

Nathan Bateman Buy Me This Challange - Nathan Bateman x Reader

Rubber Ducky You’re the One - Nathan Bateman x Reader *18+ Only

Soft Nathan Headcanons - Nathan Bateman x Reader

That Algo is Fuckin’ Scuffed - Nathan Bateman x Reader *18+ Only

The Logical Progression - Nathan Bateman x Reader

The Logical Epilogue - Nathan Bateman x Reader

This Didn’t Happen - Nathan Bateman x Reader 

Three Years - Nathan Bateman x Reader *18+ Only

Wired - Nathan Bateman x Reader *18+ Only

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

A Grave Life - Percival Graves x Reader

Game of Thrones

Being Pregnant with Oberyn Martell’s Child Headcanons

Take Your Time - Oberyn Martell x Reader x Ellaria Sand

The Maiden of Summerwood - Oberyn Martell x Reader x Ellaria Sand *18+ Only

The Gilded Age

Bluff - George Russell x Reader

Lessons - George Russell x Reader *18+ Only

The Crossing - George Russell x Reader

To Have Loved and Lost - George Russell x Reader

The Gentlemen

Company Man - Raymond Smith x Reader *18+ Only

Indiana Jones

Relative Dating - Indiana Jones x Reader

James Bond

All Over - James Bond x Reader *18+ Only

Enemy at the Gates - James Bond x Reader *18+ Only

Give Me a Buzz - James Bond x Reader *18+ Only

Old Dog - James Bond x Reader *18+ Only

The King’s Man

illicit - Orlando Oxford x Reader *18+ Only

Knives Out

Homestead - Benoit Blanc x Reader

Morning Paper - Benoit Blanc x Reader *18+ Only

Mad Men

Better - Don Draper x Reader *18+ Only

The Starlight Room- Don Draper x Reader

The Mandalorian

Softly - Boba Fett x Reader It’s On the Cards - Boba Fett x Reader

Mayans MC

Good Cop, Bad Cop - Crossover with Den of Thieves. Angel Reyes x Reader x Benny Borracho Magalon *18+ Only

How to Have Fun - Angel Reyes x Reader *18+ Only

Hop On - Angel Reyes x Reader

The Mentalist

His Hands - Marcus Pike x Reader *18+ Only

I’ll Be Home for Christmas - Marcus Pike x Reader

I’ve Seen This One; It’s a Tragedy - Marcus Pike x Reader

Odd Hours//Getting Even - Marcus Pike x Reader

Stress Relief - Marcus Pike x Reader *18+ Only

The Long Con - Marcus Pike x Reader

Wooed - Marcus Pike x Reader

Wound Up - Marcus Pike x Reader *18+ Only

A Most Violent Year

Headcanon: Meeting Abel Morales - Abel Morales x Reader

Intrigues - Abel Morales x Reader

Might As Well Jump - Abel Morales x Reader

Pretty Things - Abel Morales x Reader *18+ Only

Moon Knight

The First Time - Marc Specter x Reader *18+ Only

Narcos

Don’t Get Too Close (For Comfort) - Javier Peña x Reader Explicit *18+ Only

Easy - Horacio Carrillo x Reader x Javier Peña *18+ Only

Empty, As Before - Javier Peña x Reader

Enough - Javier Peña x Reader

Just You and Me - Javier Peña x Reader Explicit *18+ Only

Middlemen - Horacio Carrillo x Reader

Movement - Javier Peña x Reader

Stubble - Horacio Carrillo x Reader

What’s the Use of Wonderin’ - Javier Peña x Reader

Ocean’s 8

Oh Whiskey Please - Lou Miller x Reader (On indefinite hiatus)

Outer Range

Closing Time - Rhett Abbott x Reader

Don’t Make it Weird - Rhett Abbott x Reader  *18+ Only

Waking Up Slow - Rhett Abbott x Reader *18+ Only

Peaky Blinders

Making Arrangements - Tommy Shelby x Reader *18+ Only

Princess - Tommy Shelby x Reader *18+ Only

Power

Itsy-Bitsy//Hunger - Diego Jimenez/Reader *18 Only

Ready or Not

Wicked Game - Daniel Le Domas x Reader

Scenes From a Marriage

Holiday Traditions - Jonathan Levy x Reader

Breathe - Jonathan Levy x Reader

Exhale (Sequel to Breathe) - Jonathan Levy x Reader

Star Trek: Discovery/ Star Trek: Strange New Worlds

Christopher Pike Headcanons

Chapter and ‘Verse - Christopher Pike x Reader

Grounded - Christopher Pike x Reader

I Caught One Last Sight - Christopher Pike x Reader

I’m Always Curious - Christopher Pike x Reader

I’m Right Here - Christopher Pike x Reader

Intergalactic Prince Consort Christopher Pike Thread - Christopher Pike x Reader

Let’s Get Physical - Christine Chapel x Reader

Lonely - Christopher Pike x Reader x Una Chin-Riley

String Theory - Christopher Pike x Reader

The Bodyguard - Christopher Pike x Reader

The Captain’s Woman - Christopher Pike x Reader (On Indefinite Hiatus)

Star Wars

Effective - Poe Dameron x Reader

Everyone’s Got Their Reasons - Poe Dameron x Reader (On indefinite hiatus)

Heartless - Poe Dameron x Reader

Is That My Shirt? - Poe Dameron x Reader

Neighborly - Poe Dameron x Reader

No Pressure - Poe Dameron x Reader

Stupid, Slutty Collar - Poe Dameron x Reader

The Stars - Poe Dameron x Reader

You Never Know - Poe Dameron x Reader (On indefinite hiatus)

Succession

I Can Take a Beating (Like a Good Pair of Headphones) - Kendall Roy x Reader

Long Shot - Stewy Hosseini x Reader  *18 Only

Suits

More Than Enough - Harvey Specter x Reader

Bad Faith - Harvey Specter x Reader

Supernatural

A Little Dream Of Me - Dean Winchester x Reader

Stranger Things

You Spin Me Right Round - Eddie Munson x Reader

Sex Pollen - Eddie Munson x Reader *18 Only

Teen Wolf

Trouble Finds You - Chris Argent x Female OC (On indefinite hiatus)

Top Gun: Maverick

Our Girl - Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x Reader x Jake Seresin *18+ Only

The Periphery - Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader

Princess - Jake Seresin x Reader

Row 27 - Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader

What You Do to Me - Jake Seresin x Reader *18+ Only

When Are You Gonna Come Down - Bradley 'Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader *18+ Only

The Worst Best Man - Jake Seresin x Reader

Triple Frontier

The Balance  - Santiago Garcia x Reader x Will Miller *18+ Only

Beached - Santiago Garcia x Reader *18+ Only

Caught (Up) in the Act - Santiago Garcia x Reader 

Don’t Treat My Love Like a Habit - Santiago Garcia x Reader

Fooled Around and Fell In Love - Santiago Garcia x Reader *18+ Only

Impressions - Will Miller x Reader

Patched Up - Will Miller x Reader *18+ Only

Plans Can Change - Benny Miller x Reader

Sweets - Frankie Morales x Reader

Under Covers - Santiago Garcia x Reader *18+ Only

An Unspoken Rule - William Miller x Reader

Well You’re Not What I Was Looking For - William Miller x Reader

You Shouldn’t - Santiago Garcia x Reader *18+ Only

Benny Likes to Talk

You Got a Ring for Me, Miller?

Benny Miller Headcanons

Drift-Compatible Miller Brothers

Venom

Will You Give Me Shelter - Eddie Brock x Reader x Annie Weying (On indefinite hiatus)

The West Wing

Clean Slate - Josh Lyman x Reader

I Don’t Mind the Company - Josh Lyman x Reader *18+ Only

Nickname - Josh Lyman x Reader

1,001 Reasons Not to Move - Josh Lyman x Reader

Wonder Woman

I Cannot Weave - Antiope x Reader *18+ Only

Steam - Antiope x Reader *18+ OnlySantiago Garcia x Reader 

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Bateman Begins Part 37

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Notes: Hi it has been an embarrassingly long time since I’ve updated I am so so so sorry 🦇���

Pairing: Nathan Bateman x Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: Cursing; fluff; feelings of jealousy; some angst; mentions of sex, but no explicit sexual content

- Don’t Worry About Batman Dropping the Vale!

- It’s all over the front page. It scandalizes you in a way that it oughtn’t.

- Batman....Helps people. Anyone that needs it, frankly, unless they are undeserving.

- It just goes to logically follow that one of those deserving in Gotham is Vicki Vale.

- You try not to read too much into it.

- That’s fairly difficult when you take in the photo on the front page—Vicki pressed close against Nathan’s kevlar.

- She’s peering up at him like she can see through the mask—like she can see who’s behind it.

- Your fingers curl with an uncharacteristic tension around the paper.

- It’s silly to care about this. He was just doing his job. Performing his nightly duty.

- This has all just been an odd coincidence.

- Your laptop chimes, and you turn toward it, brow furrowing.

- Of course, Nathan cancelling your meeting is a further odd coincidence.

- He doesn’t email you, send you a fair reason as to why.

- It raises your hackles.

- But—

- You force yourself to push it from your mind, as you have the nightmares that have riddled you in the past few weeks.

--

- “It felt—It felt so different. So electric.”

- It’s not bad to see Nathan like this. It’s just—different. He’s so energized after speaking at the Wayne Home for Orphaned Children.

- “People were listening—Really listening to me. Listening in a way that they don’t when I’m behind the mask.”

- You track him as he speaks, as he paces back and forth. He’s bright-eyed, grinning, gesticulating wildly.

- “I could feel it—” He adds, turning to you, hands open, flat. “They wanted it—They were excited. I haven’t felt anyone that excited since...Since...”

- You watch Nathan. You take in his searching expression, then track the wave of sorrow that ripples from his dimming eyes to his twisting lips.

- He clears his throats, waves a hand to push it off, then, “Anyway.” He clears his throat again. “They...Wanted to help. Fuck, they needed to, they—”

- He walks over to the window, peering out into the darkness.

- “The people of this city want change.”

- “You have been changing things, Nathan.”

- “But not like this. I’ve been operating behind the mask. I could be doing more as myself. Up front.” 

- You can’t help but wonder what brought this on. A conversation with Miss Vale, perhaps?

- You shove the thought away impatiently. You’re reading far too much into this, aren’t you?

- Maybe this is just jealousy. You read into him and Giselle, too, didn’t you?

- “You coming to bed?” He asks.

- It’s an odd question from him, a confusing one.

- You’re used to him suiting up and hurrying out into the night.

- But he draws you into his bed that night.

- He loves you with a buoyancy, an excitement that hasn’t been there before.

- It’s hard to keep your mind on him when you keep thinking that his mind must be on someone else.

--

- “You’re looking a little dead there, hon.”

- You glance up at Barry from where you’ve been moodily eyeing your mimosa.

- “I’m feeling a little dead,” You admit.

- “Trouble at work? Or...Trouble in paradise?”

- He waggles his brows, smiling teasingly, but his smile flickers as your expression remains flat.

- “...Is something wrong?” He asks more sincerely, “Something with Nathan?”

- “Why do you assume it’s about Nathan?”

- “Well, you work with him, you’re—” Barry glances around warily for anyone that may be listening, “You’re close to him. You spend a lot of time together. Hell, I feel like I’ve hardly seen you in weeks.”

- You give a soft apologetic smile, resting your hand over his on the table.

- “And I’m sorry about that. Since the Scarecrow incident, I’ve been...Kept close.”

- Barry’s brow furrows.

- “How close?”

- You shake your head.

- “He just worries, that’s all.”

- “You look like you’ve been doing your fair share of worrying.”

- “I haven’t been sleeping well.” 

- “Overworking?”

- “No. No, I’ve been having nightmares.”

- “About what?”

- You run your finger over the side of your glass. “It’s...There’s one that I used to have when I was a little kid. Carnival stuff...I can hear this clown laughing, but I can never find where it’s coming from.”

- Glancing up, you find Barry barely containing a laugh.

- “What?” You frown. 

- “...You’re afraid of clowns?”

- “They’re creepy!” You whine.

- “Okay! Okay, I’m sorry.What else happens in the dream?”

- “It’s just...You know when you can feel yourself in a dream? Feel your body, smell things, hear things so...Viscerally?”

- “Yeah.”

- “...I can feel...Like someone’s standing over me. They’re breathing heavily. I can feel the heat and the push of it, and it’s like it’s shrinking me down—And then the laughter starts,” You shake your head, “And my stomach just plummets...And then I wake up.” You smile bitterly, “And I’m in bed, and I’m fine...But it’s um...It’s a rude awakening. I’m always terrified.”

- Barry’s eyes wander your face for a long moment before he nods.

- “Okay. Okay, I think now I’m scared of clowns.”

- “Great. Glad I could convert you. And it’s not only that, sometimes....I get these flashes.”

- “Of what?”

- “...That night in the Narrows.”

- Your admission is quiet, and makes you feel small. Your nails tap against the side of your glass.

- “It’s patchy,” You admit, “I only remember some of it, but, it’s...I can hear him yelling for help, and there’s nothing I can do. I can’t stop it.”

- Barry frowns, shaking his head. 

- “The fear toxin is out of your system.”

- “Yeah, it is...But the things that I’m afraid of are still very real.”

- “Is there anything I can do to help?”

- “With the nightmares? No. Put clowns and that stuff aside for, like...A minute, ‘cause I do have something to ask you.”

- “Okay.”

- “Nate’s got an event coming up, and I need you to go with me.”

- “Oo. I haven’t been tapped in for plus one duty in a while. What’s the occasion?”

- “There’s a reporter sniffing around him, and I just...I need...”

- “A cover?”

- You wince.

- “Kinda. Would you mind? Would it be so terrible?”

- “Nah,” Barry waves me off with a smile. “I like having an idea to get all dressed up. Is, uh...” He clears his throat. “Is Giselle gonna be there?”

- Your brows arch, intrigued.

- “Barry Middle Name Allen, do you have a crush?”

- “Henry.”

- “What?”

- “My middle name. It’s Henry.”

- “That is a lovely middle name.”

- “Thank you.”

- “But—”

- “It was actually given to me for—”

- “—You haven’t answered my question.”

- “What question?”

- You give him a knowing smile. Barry just arches a brow, raising his glass to his lips and taking a sip.

--

- “You get your dress yet?”

- “I’m...Between picks,” You admit, glancing back at Nathan.

- You’re trying so hard not to stare openly, especially as Nathan is shirtless, glistening with sweat, and pumping out pushups on the floor of his above-ground lab.

- Nathan puffs out a breath before he shifts up to his knees. He rests his hands on his thighs, swiping a bead of sweat away before it can fall into his eye.

- “I’ll be there,” You add, “Don’t uh...Don’t worry about that.”

- “You’ve wimped out on me before.”

- “I have not!”

- “Well, you’ve tried to. So?”

- “So, like I said: I’m between a couple...And as soon as I pick one, I’ll tell Barry.”

- Nathan’s stare is flat, almost dead-eyed. But the single glimmer there is a blend of confusion and irritation.

- “...Barry.”

- “Yeah,” You nod, turning back to the mock up you’re working on. “He’s gonna be my plus one.”

- “Since when do you need a plus one.”

- “Since a reporter started sniffing around and asking me questions about you.”

- “Seriously?”

- You hear the thud of Nathan’s feet as he walks over.

- “That’s what this is about?” He adds.

- “She was asking me questions about you and us, and...I just don’t want her to get the wrong idea.”

- ���What wrong idea?”

- “That we’re together.”

- “That’s the right idea.”

- “I mean, yeah, but,” You turn your head, catching sight of Nathan. “If people know about us, then the press is gonna follow. It’ll be harder for me to do what I need to for you, and for the company, if someone is keeping such a close eye on me.”

- Nathan doesn’t answer, and you turn back to your mock up, resting your chin on your hand, a moody frown stretching your lips.

- “Besides,” You mutter, “The less she’s focused on me, the more time she’ll have to focus on you and Batman.”

- “...Hey.”

- “What.”

- “Look at me.”

- “I’m a little busy here.”

- “With what?”

- “Kevlar design.”

- “You’re still on that?”

- “It needs fixing, Nate.”

- “What I have works, I use it every night!”

- “Yeah, you do, and every night you come back with new bruises and new wounds because the design you have now isn’t cutting it. It’s not light enough, it slows you down. I know how fast you can hit without the suit, and I just—” You stop yourself, drawing in a deep breath, your fingers flexing around the pencil in your hand.

- You draw in a shaky breath, and frown heavily as Nathan grasps the bottom of your stool, turning you toward him.

- “It can be better,” You finish.

- Your eyes settle on his chest—His nice, broad, sweat-slicked chest.

- “Is this about the Narrows?” He asks.

- Your eyes snap to him, stunned, and he has the good grace to only look a little affronted.

- “How did you...I mean, I never—”

- “No, you didn’t,” Nathan shakes his head. “But you talk in your sleep, cupcake. Sometimes it’s just...I heard you.” The repeated words are heavy coming out of Nathan’s mouth. “Or you’ll whimper my name, but it’s not the good kind of whimper.”

- His hands smooth over your thighs, his eyes set on the avocado necklace resting on top of your sweater.

- “So?” He presses.

- Your stomach twists as you avert your eyes.

- “I just...I think there are things that we can do better to protect you, and...I’d like to try and work out what those are.”

- “...Alright,” Nathan concedes after a moment. Then he grasps your chin, tipping your head up and pecking your lips.

- “You’re frowning too much these days,” He mumbles against your lips.

- “I’m frowning the normal amount.”

- “Bull—” Peck. “Shit—” Peck. “Baby.” Peck.

- You grin, unable to help it, and groan as Nathan’s sweat-slicked body presses against yours.

- “Nate, you’re getting me all gross.”

- “Mm, I know,” He hums against your lips, “I wanna get us cleaned up, too.”

Tag list: @blueeyesatnight ; @mylittlelonelyappreciationtoo ; @revolution-starter ; @massivecolorspygiant ; @foxilayde ; @poedameronsbeard ; @danniburgh ;  @carbonated-beverage ; @brandyllyn ; @missredherring ; @aellynera ; @the-feckless-wonder ; @ew-erin ; @recklessworry ; @xocalliexo ; @youngkenobilove ; @chattychell ; @selfishpresley ; @lorecraft  ; @thembosapphicclown​ ; @emotionalsupportbatfamily​

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Alright I know I’ve been slacking on updating Bateman Begins but I had a thought yesterday

What if Batman becomes a thirst trap after being caught on some high-quality footage beating someone up or hauling some criminal over to Commissioner Gordon

The suit always makes someone look so frickin broad and Nathan’s already heckin’ broad and within like an hour of the footage being shown on the news, the tag #BreakMeBatDaddy is trending

And you’re not sure if you should be amused or horrified, but either way, you can’t stop scrolling

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Dany can we please get “showering together” with Bateman Begins Nathan? It would be so much fun to lather up his beard. Hope you’re having a good day ❤️

Send me a Physical Intimacy Prompt!

Of course!!

Warnings: Nudity; smooches

"C'mere."

"I'm fine."

"Baby."

Nathan huffs at your insistent pet name. It's just a moment before he's nodding and setting his helmet aside.

"C'mon," You urge again. The shower's already running; the force of the shower head is thundering behind you; steam is beginning to cloud and heat the room.

Nathan strips piece after piece of his armor, leaving a trail of them on the floor.

Normally you'd quibble, but you know Alfred will be on in a bit to collect each piece, clean it, and store them accordingly.

You take a few slow, measured steps back into the bathroom, loosening your bat-patterned bathrobe as you go.

You drop it, leaving yourself bare and turning to the shower. You can feel Nathan's covetous gaze over your body as you step into the shower.

The water is hot, but not scalding. You have only a moment to wait before Nathan is climbing in with you.

He sighs, stepping in and tipping his head under the spray of water. You reach up, smoothing your hands over his head.

Nathan wilts against you, arms bracing against the shower wall on either side of you.

You wordlessly pluck up the shampoo, shaking the bottle and pouring a dollop into your palm. You rub your hands together, then raise your hands to his scalp.

You give his head a tender scrub, grinning as his body sways closer to yours. The tension drains from his body bit by bit.

He cuddles up closer to you. You stop him, cupping his jaw and beginning to scrub the shampoo into his beard.

You grin as Nathan looses a pleased, low hum, tipping his head this way and that into your tender touches.

You work your nails gently against his cheeks, murmuring soothingly as he groans.

"Good?" You ask. When he nods, you urge, "Tip your head up."

Nathan does, turning toward the spray, letting you work the suds away.

You lean away again, taking up his beard conditioner and pouring some into your palm.

You follow the same procedure, working it through his beard again.

Nathan turns his head into the spray as he must, but when he's finished, he cuddles close to you, wrapping his arms around your middle.

You force yourself still.

You saw the bruises blooming along his back and shoulders.

You can only imagine what's happened to lead to such a mark.

But you keep your mouth shut, and smooth your hands tenderly over the muscled plains of his back.

"You shouldn't have waited up," He mumbles, but the scold is half-hearted.

"It's been a long day. I missed you."

Nathan tips his chin up, nudging his nose gently against yours and teasing, "Sap," Before he presses his lips to yours in a tender kiss.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Just a lil Bateman Begins Teaseeeer

- Don’t Worry About Batman—Dropping the Vale!

- It’s all over the front page. It scandalizes you in a way that it oughtn’t.

- Batman....Helps people. Anyone that needs it, frankly, unless they are undeserving.

- It just goes to logically follow that one of those deserving in Gotham is Vicki Vale.

- You try not to read too much into it.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Bateman Begins, A Nathan Bateman Batman AU

And then there was that time I accidentally started a Nathan Bateman Batman AU These are structured as headcanons Pairing: Nathan Bateman x Reader

Rating: M

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten

(More parts beneath the cut!)

Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen Part Fourteen Part Fifteen Part Sixteen Part Seventeen Part Eighteen Part Nineteen Part Twenty Part Twenty One Part Twenty Two Part Twenty Three Part Twenty Four Part Twenty Five Part Twenty Six Part Twenty Seven Part Twenty Eight Part Twenty Nine Part Thirty Part Thirty One Part Thirty-Two

Part Thirty Three

Part Thirty Four

Part Thirty Five

Part Thirty Six

Part Thirty Seven

Part Thirty Eight

Part Thirty Nine

Part Forty

Part Forty One

Part Forty Two

Part Forty Three

This is in progress