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punished - kinktober 2024
ONESHOT!
read on AO3 ❤️🔥
plot: after a disappointing night as Batman, Bruce wants you to make him suffer [not related to Fateful]
pairing: bruce wayne x fem!reader
warnings: 18+ ONLY, NSFW, smut, orgasm denial, breath play
words: 2.3k
a/n: hi lovelies!! a little treat for the month of October 🎃 based on the 2023 kinktober prompt list (day 14 - orgasm denial), since they didn’t release an official one this year <3 comments, reblogs, etc SO appreciated 💭
It was your favorite position to have him in, and an opportunity that didn’t come often.
Sometimes, after an especially frustrating night crimefighting—say, the muggers got away, the clues led nowhere, or Batman came too late—he’d arrive back home with that look in his eye. A frustrated, ruminating expression that crowded even the massive rooms at Wayne Manor. A demeanor that screamed ‘I need to be punished’.
It floored you the first time he said as much, a few months ago. When he’d trudged upstairs with his eye makeup still on, the black mess smeared up into his browbone and blotchy in the hollow of his undereyes. The fire in his gaze nearly had you running to the bedroom, chasing fantasies of him fucking you into oblivion, blowing off steam. The promise of his bruising touch was the only thing keeping you satisfied on his long nights away.
But that night was different. The closer he came, the more the fire melted into something gentler, more vulnerable. Still, his jaw was tight, twitching in the way exclusive to angry curses and frustrated sighs. His voice was low and hoarse in your ear, the prick of his stubble grazing the crook of your neck. He exhaled a single, quivering breath before speaking. “Punish me.”
You felt faint. Bruce rarely relinquished control in the bedroom, save times he could tell how desperate you were to be on top. Before he walked toward his room, he caught your eye, a careful gauge of your comfort. As shocking as it was to hear it from his mouth, the big bad Batman, you would’ve been lying if you said it didn’t make your pulse race. You nodded, and he disappeared into the dark hallway behind you.
Alone in the hallway, a dozen lewd thoughts circled you. Your limbs tingled with anticipation, overwhelmed by the sheer mass of options. You’d asked him to punish you before, so this was far from unknown territory… you closed your eyes and imagined which sensations he’d allowed you that you wanted to return.
Choking him would be especially pleasing, and… your mouth curled into a grin and you suppressed a laugh. Of course. He wouldn’t think it was anything until he was already in too deep, a shock to his system, leaving him reeling… the anxiety melted away to a selfish excitement, waiting for the pinch in his eyes, how his face might look, his body tense and wanting, so close yet so impossibly far… fuck.
Your feet were light across the cool manor floor. Alfred was nowhere to be seen, and you were grateful for it. Too many times you’d been concerned he might overhear, but tonight that didn’t seem to be the case. Bruce wanted to be punished, wanted to suffer a bit. It wouldn’t be a feat silently won.
The dynamic had already been switched, entering to him sat on the edge of the bed, his spandex long sleeve he wore on every patrol in a pile by his nightstand. You could see in his eyes that he didn’t know what to expect, which was invigorating. He looked almost meek.
As you approached him, you nearly second-guessed it. It would be punishing for you too, not seeing, hearing, feeling his climax. But holy shit was it exhilarating to be the one standing over him, watching as his eyes deepened their focus on yours, fingers moving to undo his button. Was this the power and excitement he felt each time with you, as you tugged down your satin nightgown, unclasped your lace bra?
Your eyes caught on the slightest tremble in his hands while pulling down the zipper. You put your hand over his, and he halted on contact. You pulled yourself closer and dragged your lips from his jaw to his collarbone. His body was worn, muscles tired. It must’ve been a rough night. Your free hand caressed his back, tracing gentle, reassuring circles between his shoulderblades. “Remember your safe word?”
Bruce was putty in your hands, nothing more than a breathy, needy whisper. “Yes.”
Having said the magic words, you placed your hand around his neck, pushing him flush on his back against the mattress. You watched his eyes flash as you tightened your grip, swallowing like his mouth had gone dry. You placed a hand to his sternum as you climbed on top, where you felt his pulse thunder beneath your palm. You slowly dragged your fingertips along his sweat-soaked skin toward the waistband of his boxers.
His breathing hitched, feeling the movement in his throat as you slipped one, then two fingers underneath the elastic. A heady, potent feeling of intoxication swept you, having him completely at your mercy. His face bloomed pink under the pressure of your hand, his eyes a steady pulse of blue, singularly focused as a man starved.
“Were you bad tonight?” Your voice was sweet like honey. He nodded as much as he could within your vice grip, and his lashes fluttered, as if ashamed to admit it. The way the moonlight illuminated the curve of his biceps, caressed the snags of violence across his skin, you felt dizzy. His voice held its own echo, like he’d been hollowed out. “Very.”
Oh how you longed to kiss those lips… “Mmm, can’t have that.” You pulled your hand out from his boxers, as if you had changed your mind about touching him. Your fingers traipsed along the sides of his torso, causing him to shudder. The sensation brought sparks to your fingertips. His eyes searched your face, his desire increasingly evident, desperate to be taken care of. Your fingers caught on the subtle slopes and valleys of his abdomen, skimming the raised scars on his chest, moving agonizingly slower until they reached your mouth.
Bruce’s pupils dilated as he watched you throat your fingers, spit strings falling down your chin as you pulled them away. He moaned as your slick fingers found the base of his cock. He was already hard. Very hard. You squeezed your fingers firmer round his throat with each stroke, drawing strangled moans out of him that only made you press harder, move faster. His head dug into the pillow in glorious agony, the tension in his throat heightening each slip of your hand. You felt every reverberation of his moans within your palm. Every inhale, every exhale. God, it was so fucking hot… you pressed your knees together on the bed, feeling your pussy start to throb.
“Fuck, mmph,” his hands moved up to grip the edge of his pillow, his knuckles going white. He was becoming lost in it, obvious by the shivering moans gasping out of him, the way his hips drove up to match the rhythm of your hand. He was wound up, messy. His hair splayed in dark clumps across his forehead, his eyes squeezing shut, brows furrowing. Seeing him like this, so enraptured in your touch, it could’ve overwhelmed you if you weren’t so stubborn.
But he kept moaning, and his chest kept heaving, and the slip of his dick in your hand was mind-numbingly torturous… when you knew he could be inside you, and the only thing standing between you and his thick, long… you pumped harder, biting the inside of your cheek, hyperfocusing on his mouth like it wasn’t the precise thing making it worse. You noticed your hips subtly moving in concert with his, wanting to lean closer and fucking feel him. Your eyes trailed to his fingers curling around the linen pillowcase, pinching the folds, metabolizing what his moans failed to, and it broke the last thread.
You slowed down, his eyes snapping open at the shift, chest heaving. His pupils were blown, and goddammit, you felt like you could burst. You bunched up your shirt to get it out of the way and straddled him, shoving your thong to the side. If he wasn’t getting release tonight, you’d find it. Sinking onto him was otherworldly, his dick achingly hard, your cunt already puffy and soaked like you’d been at this for hours, welcoming him readily. Your grip slipped on his neck as you rode him, your vision blurring between the wet, slapping sounds of him driving into you, and the groans mingling in the space between your mouths.
He married his hands to your hips to pull you down harder, and it took every ounce of self-control to refuse him. Usually you savored the grip of his fingers, he knew it made you weak, but you were teetering on the edge of a cliff. In a movement that read to your body as blasphemy, as sin, you slammed forward, shoving your hand back around his throat. His arms slacked at his sides as you chastised him. “Manners, baby… only me.”
Your body flattened against him and you left sloppy kisses along his jugular, bathing in the sensation of him hitting your g-spot over, and over… your hands pawed at his jaw, shrieking as you felt tension coil in your stomach, your heart quickening to a fever pitch. Small trails of black fell down his cheeks, the warmth of your colliding bodies running his eye paint.
You knew him well, well enough to know he was lost in it, and that he knew you were there, too. He’d long abandoned the proposition of punishment, relishing in the feeling of your hot, cushioned walls enveloping him, drowning in the symphony of your moans. You could tell he needed this, the way his hips chased yours, slamming into you with increasing abandon. You were almost there, but he was too… if you finished, he would. God, now you really wanted to punish him.
In a swift motion, you slunk between his legs, his dick throbbing against your thigh as it slid completely out of you. A whine cracked the edge of his moan. He propped up on his elbows, panting, watching as you moved both hands to his shaft. By this point his cock was aching, possibly the hardest it’d ever felt. Every time your fingers glided over his tip you’d catch some of his arousal, mingling it with your own with each push, pull.
You had to get this over with now, or you were going to cave. You whispered your lips along his shaft, his hips jerking involuntarily with every gentle swirl of your tongue along the rim. Sweat and adrenaline closed your lips around his head, your hands working the base.
“Baby,” he whimpered, his head falling back. His shoulders relaxed into the feeling, his elbows slipping against his sheets. His lashes were fluttering, his abs tightening, his mouth parting a little, more, a lot… your body became tight with need, borrowing some of the anguish you were sure he’d be feeling soon.
You removed it from your mouth with a subtle pop, savoring the taste of him as you licked your lips. “Look how much of a mess you are.”
His brows knit together as your hands wrung the length of him, his breathing becoming increasingly labored. He was so pretty like this, writhing underneath you. So responsive…
The moans you were pulling out of him almost made you feel bad for what you were about to do. Almost.
A high-pitched groan paired with the twitch of his dick signified the building of his climax. He had no fucking idea, but he’d asked for it. Your brow cocked and he nodded, the edges of his breaths ragged and frayed. “I’m so,”
“Close?”
He nodded again, his inhales shallow and stilted as you increased your fervor, pumping him straight to the edge. His gasps could’ve split the windows, pitchy whines expelling from his chest. “Yes, yes,”
“So close, hmm?” You slowed down just so, barely, imperceptible to someone as thrown as he was. “So fucking close,”
“Just like that, oh, fuck, fuck,” His movements drew erratic, his hips fucking himself into your hand, sweat pouring down his face. You bit back a giggle, watching his body begin to surrender, wishing you could bottle this moment in time. The instant you felt his body prep a shudder, you shot back, ceasing all contact.
He choked on a strangled moan, his eyes flashing wide in shock, his mouth flying open. On your knees at the foot of his bed, you watched his body stretch toward release, unable to grasp it. He slowly attempted to get his bearings, his body heaving with unspent pleasure. You blushed as you witnessed his cock throb in vain—right there, but not quite.
You smirked at him as you ran your hands up his calves, his body vibrating. He blinked hard, whiplash ravaging his system. Your voice was a low, teasing purr. “You wanted this, didn’t you?”
His exhausted eyes held the hint of a glare, his teeth gritting hard as he accepted the loss. His heart jammed against his ribs, screaming in protest. He fell back against the sweat-soaked pillow, bringing his hands up to rub his face, hiding the bitter heat flushing his cheeks. “Christ,”
You stood, the bed creaking softly beneath you. You twirled your shirt off and tossed it by the door of his bath, all but skipping over to it. “I’d help you clean yourself up, but…” When you looked back, his dick was softer, his breathing starting to regulate. His eyes flicked over to you, his breath deepening, as if overwhelmed by the sight of you.
He hauled a sigh from the depth of his lungs, agonizingly situating upright. He steadied his breathing for a few beats, stomach coiled tight, body heavy. Jesus fucking Christ. As wholly, entirely frustrated as he was, he was undeniably impressed; his tense, electrified body the ultimate testament, unable to block a boyish grin from revealing itself to you. “Stop celebrating.”
You hummed your way to his shower, choreographing the shape of your hands slammed against the fogged glass. “Careful what you wish for.”
#divider by cafekitsune#bruce wayne x reader#kinktober 2024#smut#batman smut#batman x reader#batman#x reader#kinktober#battinson#the batman#fanfic#battinson x reader#battinson x yn#batfleck#baleman#bruce wayne smut#bruce wayne#the batman 2022#batman imagine#imagines#imagine#smutty#fanfiction#cross posted on ao3#oneshot#bruce wayne imagine#batman scenarios#brucie wayne#dc comics
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Unrelated to any of ur fics, but what do you think of Bale!Bruce Wayne Batman ? I know that he’s not one of ur fave but can you elaborate on more ? :)
The older I get, the more I think it’s just Christian Bale’s way of speaking. Something about his lips. I don’t know what it is, but whenever he puts on an American accent, it’s flawless except for his mouth position. I can’t quite put my finger on it. Otherwise he is a very, very good Batman. I enjoy watching him in TDK trilogy with obvious caveats about what I like/don’t like in that trilogy as a Batman fan.
#sorry Christian bale#I know this is a very nitpicky acting criticism haha#bruce wayne#batman#dc#asks#anon#baleman#Christian bale#the dark knight#tdk trilogy
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₊🎞️❜ |[ @storyofwhoiam said ]| :
“Who let you in here?” matt
Adam allows a smirk to settle along his features for a split second before shrugging and un-pocketing the other's keys. "Take a guess." He tosses them his way and lets the very hand used for the motion fall lightly over his own hip.
"Wanna hear somethin' interestin'?" he asks, but it falls short of any probable answer because he's quick to voice said 'something' in a blink, no leeway to speak betwixt the two enclosures. "Some chick almost hired me ta trail ya last week." Head tilts. "Then she went poof. Radio silent."
#📸*. – ❝ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃❞ – .* ic .*#🎞️ –〘 matt baleman 〙– ‘ storyofwhoiam . – 🎞️#₊🎞️❜ 〘 verse : : survivor 〙ೃ༄#storyofwhoiam#📷 》 𝐎𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐈'𝐌 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 》 queue °
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lmfao at reid using "i need help looking through these files" as an excuse to have detective baleman stay behind. he only reads twenty thousand words a minute you see. no way he can get through all that on his own.
can you imagine being baleman. like yeah sure okay you know youre not actually being asked to stay behind because one of the fbi guys needs help getting through the files. you know its just an excuse to keep you away from the scene and that sucks enough already but then you sit down with said fbi guy and he reads every file in .1 seconds. the insult. they put you in timeout.
#spencer reid#not fic#criminal minds#criminal minds rewatch#criminal minds s03e15#a higher power#my gifs#criminal minds 3x15
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@sicc-nasti's Bobie :3 Various drawings of him from my doodle canvas, explanations under the cut!
First few are variations of Brodie's helmet, if it was a TF2 cosmetic and someone wanted to paint it various things. Plus a halloween version that's a UFO hat with tiny aliens controlling him :3
Next is him with his jacket off, and then him holding Jay like that Neon White poster, sorry Brodie sometimes u just can't figure out if someone's a Spy!! (ignore the reactor and scout kissing lol)
Then them in the comics- what happens is after Mann Co gets taken over they flee to NYC with whatever they can grab and the clothes on their back- and the clothes just so happen to be Spy's suits, which they stole. They kill a rich wall street banker named Paulrick Baleman who is not a reference to anyone at all and while he's choking to death on mustard gas Jay talks about funds but because Brodie is Brodie they now own his bank accounts and penthouse and stay :3 at least until Pauling grabs em
brodie grabs ur morning coffee and drinks it so fruitily wyd :3
and then Brodie and Brady (BLU Courier). It was my first time drawing Brady so I wanted to try getting it right :3
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Meet the Minitos.
Born from royal lineage, Tanjiro spent his youth being groomed to take over the family business. Despite the disbanding of the feudal monarchy, the Minito family has retained it's royal prestige. With various members still in politics. Although pressured to marry the daugher of a business partner, Tanjiro met the love of his life, Paulina, during a business trip at Foxbury University.
Paulina, a 20 year old psychology student at Foxbury University worked hard to attend one of the prestigious schools in the country. Growing up in Hopewell Hills, Paulina is the only daughter of Marcus and Linetta Baleman. Never having to want for anything, Paulina worked hard to get her distinguished degree all while trying to pave a path for herself. Meeting Tanjiro while attending a business conference was a happy surprise. She found herself drawn to him, though at first, she had no idea who he was. With their concurrent meetings, she found herself diving head first into the relationship, falling more and more head over heels. Getting her degree was always her first priority but she refused to let it stop her from marrying him. She spent the next two years juggling her new relationship and the hardships that accompanied it.
With a whirlwind romance, Tanjiro married Paulina and brought her home to Mt Komerabi where their relationship was scrutenised. Many believed she wasn't good enough to join the family and that she was using him. Yet the couple stood strong and all worries were dashed as they years progressed. Now married for 26 years, the couple is stronger than ever, having birthed two children of their own, 16 year old Selina and 10 year old Reggie. While Reggie enjoys the life granted as the second child, Selina has the pressure of maintaining the Minito lineage.
Thankfully, Tanjiro is more lenient than his elders, but she would never want to disappoint him. With juggling school, extra-curriculars, college prep, and learning the ins and outs of the Minito family history and business, Selina has the weight of the world on her shoulders. Worse that she watches her little brother get the childhood she never really had in terms of her paternal grandparents. Yet, even with the support of her immediate family, she isn't sure whether she'll break under pressure or succeed.
Top: Tanjiro and Paulina
Bottom: Selina and Reggie
#theminitos#notsoroyallegacy#ts4#ts4 gameplay#ts4 legacy#ts4 screenshots#the sims 4#black simblr#sims 4#ts4 story#blacksimmer#ts4 simblr#black simmer#black sims 4#black sims
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Mystic Messenger Guest Tournament, Round 1 Part 19
Top two move on to the next round!
Info under the cut:
Baleman: Internet installer jumping from rooftops to rooftops wearing the Baleman costume.
The duo Baleman and Robinboy became famous and even starred in TV. The duo is planning to establish an internet company name after them.
Hair Designer Scissorhandler: A famous hair designer in charge of Jumin and Chairman Han's hairstyle.
Currently troubled as Chairman Han keeps requesting to cut his hair "to look younger". Most personally satisfied when slicked back Mr. Han's hair.
Ahddub: A curry restaurant owner who has the image of Buddha, giving off a generous and merciful ambiance.
Wife is Catholic. They sometimes fight over religion. It's been said that their way of reconciling is eating tasty curry together.
Satellite: An astronaut named Satellite living in space.
Thought a great photo was of an alien but the photo came out shaken. After being called a liar, is determined to go back out to space to retake the photo.
Team Leader of C&R Intellegence Unit: C&R Intelligence Team Manager with outstanding risk management skills.
Being the manager of the C&R Intelligence Team, everyone thought his cell phone password would be complicated... However, the password in fact has not been set at all.
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SEND ME 🎰 AND I’LL RANDOMISE OUR MUSE LISTS AND GIVE THE FIRST FIVE AS POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS !
Always accepting!
Matt Baleman & Poison Ivy — Clearly Ivy should be taking down Matt in his superpowered verse
Jean McBrian & Sheila Bausch — The Bletchley Circle folks are investigating a series of disappearances that lead them to the True Path Retreat
Bridget Westfall & Emma Swan — Let's be real here, just about everyone in Storybrooke could do with some therapy
Alicia Florrick & Ann Reynolds — Alicia is hired as Ann's lawyer and is judging her so hard throughout
Anna Smith & Ashley Boyd — Anna's a preschool teacher in her modern verse, so an easy overlap with day care!
Margo Hanson & Regina Mills — Fillory meets the Enchanted Forest! There would be so much sass between them, it would be fanastic!
@protectthevulnerable
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Best Orthopaedic Surgeon and Joint Specialist in Mangalore
The highly experienced Orthopaedic Surgeon Dr. Sharat Balemane specializes in using modern medical technology to treat patients with Orthopedic ailments.
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Ok so I know we call the Batman played by Robert Pattinson the Battinson and the one played by Ben Affleck the Batfleck…
Let’s call the one from the dark knight trilogy the baleman
#Batman#dc#bruce wayne#the batman#battinson#robert pattinson#dark knight trilogy#Christian bale#baleman#batfleck#ben affleck#batman v superman#dceu
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No one told them it was going to be this way...
#batman#dccomics#DC comics#dceu#battinson#batfleck#baleman#dc fandome#fandome#batman fanart#batman fan art#batman fandom#friends tv#friends#michael keaton#val kilmer#george clooney#christian bale#ben affleck#robert pattinson
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#batman#bane#the dark knight#the dark knight rises#christian bale#tom hardy#christopher nolan#nolan#nolanverse#the batman#batman begins#dc#dc comics#dceu#dc extended universe#dc film#dc movies#movies#film#baleman#league of shadows#behind the scenes#batman bts#tdkr
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#sometimes I read the batman/dc subreddits for fun and they’re pretty valid#bruce wayne#batman#dc#christian bale#ben affleck#baleman#batfleck
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₊🎞️❜ |[ @storyofwhoiam said ]| :
😠 Death Glare at my muse - matt
He meets the glare with an eye-roll, continuing to smoke his cigarette for a moment before letting ashen remnants of it fall over the floor with a tap.
"Someone's got his panties in a twist." he comments, brow quirked as smoke lines the heading of his dialogue. "'m afraid if y're lookin' ta get hate-laid or somethin', I'm all outta gas for that. Most I can offer ya's a joint." he motions to his pocket, where he'd stacked a pre-rolled pair for 'emergencies'.
#📸*. – ❝ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃❞ – .* ic .*#🎞️ –〘 matt baleman 〙– ‘ storyofwhoiam . – 🎞️#₊🎞️❜ 〘 verse : : survivor 〙ೃ༄#storyofwhoiam#📷 》 𝐎𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐈'𝐌 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 》 queue °#📸 》 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄 》 inbox °#(( adam vc: looking at me like i just murdered your mother?#adam vc: must want me#flawless logic Stanheight do continue ))
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Difference between Nolan Batman and Synder Batman.
Nolan: totally plays up the ‘dumb playboy’ persona. Complains about being in the friendzone™️, spends seven years as a hermit in his own home thinking he had gotten out of said friendzone, back is broken and spends like a year physical therapying it back because, pride. Let’s everyone think he’s dead and runs off to Europe with Catwoman. Super serious like all the time.
Synder/Whedon Batman: total beast of a man. Mourns his adopted son and ignores Alfred’s pleas for grandbabies. Pretends to not like friends but personally tracks down Barry Allen/Arthur Curry to join his team. Gets Diana the only picture of her and Steve together. Sometimes says wrong things in attempt to be clever. Eyeshadow on point. Hated superman but then goes Gay for him. Willing to buy banks in order to impress potential boyfriends/mother in laws.
#bruce wayne#batman#batfleck#baleman#wonder woman#diana prince#justice league#barry allen#bruce i want grandkids#the flash#arthur currt#arthur curry#alfred the bulter#alfred pennyworth#ma kent#martha kent#henry cavill#ben affleck#christopher nolan#zach snyder#joss whedon
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Still can't get over how Battinson had a softer less growly gently emotive voice. And Bruce had a lilt and a soft spoken slight stutter.
#personal#the batman#batman 2022#robert pattinson#battinson#breaking the curse of baleman#yeet#justice for gotham#this movie was so good#forever stan
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