#batman x black reader

[brownsugaboba]

title: “Chapter 3: Finally at Peace.”

december 22nd, 2024

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bruce wayne x reader.

- black reader. (anyone can read but emphasis on black.)

- 19+. (this chapter is NOT 19+, however upcoming chapters will be.)

- this chapter is a bit longer, thanks to the amount of dialogue. but i hope you enjoy it regardless.

thank you.

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the sound of the church doors creaking open was nearly drowned out by the low hum of conversation and the soft strains of classical music. the aisle stretched out before them, decorated with lush white flowers and draped silk, casting a soft glow in the dimly lit space. it was truly beautiful, almost unreal.

bruce wayne stepped inside beside you, the familiar warmth of her presence beside him doing little to calm the storm of thoughts swirling in his head.

the contrast between the quietness of the church and the chaos in his mind was jarring. his eyes, almost involuntarily, found themselves trailing over you to calm himself down.

you was stunning.

your dress—deep emerald green, satin, with delicate lacework along the neckline—clung to you frame in a way that made his breath catch in his throat.

the dark emerald dress accentuated you graceful posture, your shoulders relaxed but dignified. the way your dark, glistening skin caught the light reminded him of the stars, somehow both grounded and ethereal at the same time. your dark locs, styled in a low bun at the back of your neck, framed your face beautifully, and allowed for him to catch every single structure and detail.

you felt his gaze on you, but instead of discomfort, you felt a strange boost of confidence. you hadn’t worn this dress for anyone but yourself, which was your life as of lately, but you couldn’t deny the way bruce’s eyes lingered on you made you feel… noticed.

especially considering he knew every last thing about your childhood. he truly knew you.

the warmth of his attention made you smile ever so slightly, and you straightened her back a little, your steps becoming a bit more assured as you walked.

bruce, for his part, found it impossible to tear his gaze away. the moment they entered the church, he’d been thrown off balance. he tried to focus on anything else—anything to shake the sudden rush of heat that had surged through him.

the decorations were beautiful, he noted absently.

“look at the reception area,” bruce began, trying his best to sound composed, his voice still a little hoarse. “it’s… well, it’s beautiful. though im not sure it’s something selina would have picked herself.”

you glanced around, seeing the gorgeous arrangements of white and gold. "maybe she was feeling different this time," she teased lightly, giving him a reassuring smile. "after all, weddings can bring out the most unexpected sides of people."

he nodded absentmindedly, but his thoughts were far from the decorations. his mind lingered on you still: the way you moved, the way the light played across your skin, the way you made him feel like he was seeing you for the first time all over again.

the little girl that he had grown up beside, now back in his life.

they found their seats, and as they sat, bruce’s eyes couldn’t help but wander to the front of the church, where selina’s parents were seated.

their eyes locked for a brief moment, and selina’s mother and father both smiled warmly at him, clearly surprised to see him there. bruce could read the softness in their expressions—the warmth that spoke of understanding, of history. though they had only known bruce for a short period of time, their hearts still ached for him.

“who are they?” you ask bruce, turning your body to him slightly.

bruce leaned slightly toward you, his voice lowering. "her parents. i suppose they still are cordial with me, considering everything."

you nodded, your expression softening in understanding. “of course they are, you are you after all.”

bruce’s gaze softened as he looked at her, gratitude flickering across his face, however he couldn’t help but let his insecurities take over. "you’re just being nice."

you smiled wistfully and gently pats his knee. "just because you don’t feel the same way as me, doesn’t mean i’m incorrect."

“i never specifically said that you were.” he teased back with a small smile, the smallest smile considering the setting and staring he could feel on him.

you couldn’t help but smirk softly at his response, enjoying the new profound teasing in him.

the music shifted, signaling that the bride would soon enter. bruce stood and offered his arm to you, who smiled and took it gracefully. as selina made her entrance, her delicate white dress sparkling under the chandeliers, there was a collective hush. she looked truly radiant—you both thought.

for bruce, it felt as though time slowed, watching selina walk down. to a man that wasn’t him. to a man that he didn’t quite like. and to a man that he could never be.

he had no time left to question selina’s decision, he could only respect it; and that he did. no matter how upset or frustrated it made him, he could only respect her. even watching her in that moment, he respected her choice.

his eyes glanced over at you as selina walked closer to the alter where her soon to be husband stood. his eyes took in your side profile, along with the side of your body as you faced the main event. his dark eyes however, couldn’t help but to continue to gaze at you.

your presence and appearance had him in a slight trance. he wasn’t sure if he was using you as a distraction to what was occurring, or if truly felt.. deeper.

regardless, he couldn’t put his finger on how he felt, considering it was something completely new. however, he knew that you standing beside him, was more real to him in that moment than anything else in the room. the weight of the past, the years of silence between them, seemed to hover in between the two.

after selina and her husband exchanged ’i do’s’ and a rather quick kiss, the guests began to filter forward to congratulate her, offering their well-wishes, and admiring her true beauty.

bruce and you stayed in your seats for a moment, allowing the bustle around you to pass. you both knew the weight of what was happening—the history between bruce and selina, the years of unspoken words—and so they allowed themselves the rare opportunity to speak about just that without interruption.

though, interruption soon found them right before they could.

selina’s father tapped your shoulder lightly to get your attention. bruce looks past your face with a smile and quickly stands. you turn to face whoever is behind you, standing in the process.

“well don’t you and your date look stunning.” selina’s father spoke with a smile over at you.

bruce grins as well, holding his hand out for the man to shake, however the man instead pulled him into a tight hug.

you smile a bit wider at the exchange before looking over at selina’s mother, who was already gazing upon you. her eyes were soft, which you didn’t expect.

you carefully step closer to her and hold you hand out as well. “it’s wonderful to meet you ms. kyle.”

she bring her hand up and instead of shaking it, she holds it in her palm gently, letting her other hand cover the surface.

“it’s wonderful to see him with someone as beautiful as you.”

you smile more, completely surprised by her compliment. bruce as well, since he and selina’s father were watching the whole thing go down.

“you don’t know how much hearing you say that means to me ms. kyle.”

she smiles still with kind eyes and look over at bruce. she goes to grab his hand, bringing it over to place on top of your own; holding them both gently.

whatever happened next was a blur for bruce, all he could focus on was the feeling of your warm skin underneath his own. something new, yet something old.

though his eyes were supposed to be on ms. kyle as she spoke, he couldn’t help but stare down at the sight of your hands touching; one on top of the another.

“i’m so glad you both came. i wasn’t aware that selina even invited you bruce.”

“i sure expected it. you know how selina can be.” mr. kyle spoke.

he finally looks back over at her, at the sound of his name. along with glancing at selina’s father.

“i do.” bruce looks up with a small nod and makeshift smile.

her father couldn’t help but laugh soft at bruce’s response. her mother finally lets go of your hands, and uses her own to playfully hit her husbands arm.

“it’s her wedding darling.” she says with a firm face, looking at him. “keep the jokes until after.” she mumbles with a small chuckle, looking back over at you and bruce.

bruce knew that they meant no harm, that was simply just how they were with one another, and as a family. he was happy to know that nothing changed after him and selina parted ways.

though, the choice was selina’s, a part of him assumed that her family would hate him for the separation regardless.

you smile to yourself as you watch the kyle’s laugh and tease one another about their newly wedded daughter, once you feel the warmth touch of another hand in yours.

you had forgotten so quickly about bruce’s hand on top of yours once ms. kyle was holding it. now.. he was holding yours. you couldn’t help but think it was an involuntary gesture.. maybe out of habit.

you look down at your hands as they hold each others every so softy, you slowly interlock your fingers before looking up at him again. who’s already looking at you.

you quickly come up with a response and whispered to him. “couples usually interlock their fingers when they hold hands.”

bruce chuckle softly at your response, a larger smile than before creeping up on his face as he nods his head.

“so i’ve seen.”

before you two could continue looking gazing into each others eyes, the crowd shifted. selina and her new husband, now smiling in the glow of their union, made their way through the throng of people, stopping occasionally for well-wishers. they finally approach you two, there was a palpable shift in the air, a tension that made even the festive atmosphere seem tight and strained.

selina, in her elegant gown, didn’t acknowledge you at first. her eyes were first fixed solely on the two of your hands holding onto one another’s. she then scanned bruce’s attire, her eyes finally stopping at his own, sharp and cold; as if she could sense something unspoken between you and him.

"mr. wayne," her husband finally spoke, making the tension between the two couples worse.

“mr. warren.” he responded, his eyes leaving selina’s and instead going over to her husband’s. since bruce didn’t know him as well, he couldn’t help but eye his appearance up close now; truly taking in what he looked like.

he was rather fair skinned and held almost the same build as bruce. his eyes were a slightly lighter brown, along with his hair. everything about him reminded bruce of himself, not in a way that we like to be reminded.

“and who do we have here?” her husband asked with a small smirk, his eyes going over to look at you.

bruce tried his hardest not to make a scene right then and there, his body tensing up as a reaction. just the way his eyes took you in, and observed you like no other. and on his wedding day out of all days, with his wife beside him.. it was rude.

not only to him but to you as well, and most importantly selina.

as you felt bruces hand tense while holding yours, you gently squeezed it; hoping to send him a sense of comfort.

he felt your squeeze, and focused solely on that, allowing his body to slowly relax once again.

selina watched all of this go down, her eyes finally look over into your own waiting for your response.

“his fiancé?” she asked, which only made her husbands head turn to her. his reaction coming off as confused. she ignored him completely and waiting for an answer from you, considering bruce was still in his own mind.

“girlfriend.” you respond with no hesitation. you bring your arm up and wrap it around bruce’s; hoping to send him small signals that you were there by his side still.

selina lets off a small scoff, playing the reaction off as if she was clearing her throat. she looks over at her husband, who was at still looking at her confused with her questions. “can you get me some water darling?”

her husband continues to gaze at her, they speak through their eyes before he decides to walk away.

selina then turns her attention back to you. “you must’ve just started dating if he hasn’t proposed to you yet.. i mean, it’s been a year.”

“says the one whose already married.” bruce responds stern and cold, his eyes back on hers.

selina couldn’t help but smirk at the reaction she caused. “look who’s finally back to his senses.”

you stay relaxed and calm as she speaks, not wanting to respond with something as rude similar to her. you didn’t want to stoop to her level, you wanted her to feel like she missed out on something. which you could tell she did, considering her reactions.

“i’m taking my time.” bruce starts, and gently squeezes your hand as he speaks once more. “(y/n) deserves someone who takes their time, and listens.”

“then why is she with you?”

“selina.” bruce’s voice was lower now, a bit more firm than before. you could tell that he was holding back a lot of emotions, a lot of anger that you could assume he wasn’t able to get out prior to their breakup.

“bruce.” you spoke softly and he immediately turns to face you, as if on cue. he knew he was letting her words get to him.

after a few seconds he nods at you just slightly and glances at the crowd. you respond back with a nod as well, understanding the gesture, and slowly beginning to pull your hand away.

though he was the one to ask you to leave, his hand moved just a bit to bring your hand back, wanting to hold on to it just a minute longer.

you were surprised once he reached out for your hand again. you leaned up and gently placed a small kiss on his cheek, something you were sure he wasn’t expecting; because of how warm his skin got after.

after the kiss you gently whisper to him. “i’m not going anywhere.”

bruce closed his eyes for a second after the kiss from you. he steadied his breath as quick as he could, after hearing you whisper to him; only for him to hear. words of comfort, something he hadn’t heard in a long time.

selina watched the whole scene go down. she quickly grew tired of seeing you too together. for a reason she was yet too far to fully admit. her eyes could help but scan you as you whispered and after, once you pulled away and connected your eyes with bruce’s again.

‘why was she being so soft with him? babying him?’ she thought to herself, and quickly turned her eyes somewhere else as a distraction.

her eyes land on her husband, though she wasn’t looking for him. she quickly realized that he completely forgot about her drink and instead was catching up with old friends.

“i think the conversation here is done.” you spoke sternly, fixing bruce’s bow tie. selina turns back to you. her eyes smiling just slightly as she forces out a chuckle,

“not even close.” she pauses. “i’m guessing you’ve never seen him this way? you’re in for a treat.”

as she spoke bruce kept his eyes on you as you fixed his collar. once you finished he turned his attention to selina once again. he moved his hand from your own and placed it on your back.

“why invite me to your wedding to argue about things we’ve already discussed?” bruce finally lets out.

“you should be happily married. not confused on our past.” he continues.

“something that ended a year ago, correct?” you add in and ask her, referring back to her making a small joke out of bruce not being in the same position as her; getting married a year later.

selina let out a small chuckle and shook her head once again. though she couldn’t come to terms as to why you were jumping in their discussion, she still responded.

“believe me, i’m not confused one bit. i’m more heart broken that you resulted in bringing your elementary school friend to my wedding.” she takes a step closer to him, knowing all about his past thanks to no one but him. “you truly couldn’t find anyone else in your life?”

the last comment stung bruce. he could feel the pain in his heart, almost as if selina was stabbing right through him with a sharp knife. she had no reason to come at him the way she was. she decided to leave him, not the other way around. and even though he did make a few mistakes, she did as well. he wasnt the only one in the wrong here; which made her comment hurt even more.

"selina." you spoke a bit irritated now.

"and who are you?" she responded with a smirk even though she knew the answer to that question.

"you’re pitiful."

selinas eyes stayed on you as you spoke, bruce's eyes as well.

"and pathetic, and simply just sad." your voice grew a bit louder as you spoke, a few eyes looking glancing over at you.

he decided not to stop you, considering this could be the last time he saw selina. and everything you were saying was correct, and even though harsh.. it wasn't as bad as the disrespect you two were receiving from her.

"to speak to me and bruce so disgustingly. on your wedding day for that matter?"

selina's husband finally focuses in on the conversation coming from the other side of the church.

"he came to support you, to congratulate you. he's obviously trying to move on." you pause. "but its clear that you aren't. married and all yet you still feel the need to talk to him this way."

selina stood there quietly, most of the eyes in the venue on her to respond. but she doesn't, all she can do is scoff at your false statements; only because they were true.

bruce moves his hand from your back and places it into your hand once again. this time keeping it there, as he grows.. proud. proud to have someone stand up for him.

"i hope marrige life treats you well." he finishes your comments off and shakes his head slight in a bit of disbelief still, of how selina acted.

you squeezed his hand softly. "you look beautiful by the way." you complimented selina with a small smirk, bruce then began to lead you out of the church; considering you said all that was needed to be said.

he was content and proud that he had someone beside him to speak up for him when he couldn't. he knew that he would have to learn to do it on his own, to push a few buttons of the people he loved most, to make himself happy. however, he didn't know to be that selfish, he didn't know that he could. but with you here, he knew that it was possible.

as they began to make their way out of the church, their steps synchronized in the way only long-time friends could manage, bruce found himself feeling oddly at peace. no matter the tension with selina, the history that couldn’t be erased, there was something calming about having (y/n) beside him—someone who had now seen it all, and more. yet still stood beside him.

and in that moment, bruce couldn’t help but feel that maybe, after all these years, some things were worth holding onto. even when the world and people around him had changed.

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the wayne family’s common room was quiet, except for the faint sound soft shuffling feet against the polished floors. bruce's children—dick, jason, tim, damian, and cassandra—had gathered around the long table, their minds busy thinking about their father’s relationship with (y/n).

the connection they shared wasn’t just nostalgia—it was history, both tied to their shared trauma of losing their parents. still, it was hard for bruce’s children to see it without having their own thoughts, especially given the timing and circumstances.

“we’ve got to talk about this,” dick began, leaning forward, his fingers lazily tapping on the table. his expression was a mixture of concern and curiosity. “i know we all agreed on the whole intervention thing, but now... after seeing and hearing them together, i kinda have some thoughts.”

jason, leaning against the back of his chair with his arms folded, scoffed. “i still think we should’ve just kept it low-key. but, yeah, i’ll be honest—seeing them together, it’s clear they’ve got something. and, uh, i’m not gonna lie—she was... wow.” he smirked, his eyes flashing. “very attractive. i mean, look at her—dark skin, pretty smile, dimples? gosh.. the way she held herself—absolutely stunning.”

tim drake, ever the observant one, gave jason a side glance. “you’re not gonna stop talking about how beautiful she is, are you?”

jason shot him a look that was half-mocking, half-amused. “what? it’s the truth. she is beautiful. you didn’t see the way dad was looking at her? like he was seeing a ghost—or maybe something more. it’s a good thing i was there to balance the cool factor with my presence.” he grinned.

tim pushes jasons chair softly as he leaned back in it, causing jason to tense and quickly stop.

dick, who was always the one trying to steer things back to the serious side of family matters, raised his hands. “okay, okay. i get it. she’s attractive. but this isn’t just about that, right? we’re talking about dad’s—uh, feelings here. this is bruce wayne we’re talking about, not some casual fling. this is someone who has history with him.”

damian wayne, ever the serious one, frowned at the casual way his brothers were talking. “it’s more than just ‘feelings.’ it’s about responsibility. we can’t just let him get swept up in some emotional distraction.”

he crossed his arms over his chest, clearly annoyed by how his siblings were focusing on appearances. “and even if she is attractive, that doesn't mean she’s the best person for him.”

jason gave damian a knowing smirk. “you’re just mad because you think she’s too perfect for him, and you’re worried she might steal all the attention from you, huh?” he teased, poking fun at his younger brother.

damian shot him a glare. “even if that is what i mean-,” he growled. “you of all people shouldn’t be talking. you’re the last one who should care about what kind of ‘distraction’ this is. you can barely keep your own love life together.”

“okay, okay, let’s all calm down,” tim interjected, holding up a hand to stop the bickering. “we’re all just worried about dad, and i get it. but i think we should start thinking about her, too."

"we’re talking about someone who shares a lot of the same history and pain as dad. she lost her parents too, and it’s clear she understands him in a way most of us don’t. that’s not something we should take lightly.”

“tim’s right,” dick agreed, looking at his brothers more seriously now.

“it’s not just about her looks or what we think might be a ‘distraction.’ she’s someone who gets him. you saw how they were talking. they’re both carrying a lot of the same baggage. that means something.”

jason leaned back in his chair, his eyes thoughtful for a moment. “yeah, i mean, i didn’t expect it to be so... intense. they just met, and it’s like there’s this unspoken bond. and yeah, she’s beautiful, but it’s more than that. she’s familiar with all the crap dad’s been through. we don’t even know how much that could help him.”

tim gave jason a small smile. “exactly. it’s like the pieces are finally falling into place for him. and if we can get to know her better, we might understand more about where his head’s at.”

“not to mention, if she’s really as cool as we think she is, we can’t just write her off as some casual hookup,” dick added. “i mean, she’s been in bruce’s life in some way since he was a kid. we should give her a chance.”

“still...” jason said with a grin, “wow—she could definitely make even batman forget he’s batman.”

damian groaned. “do you have to you keep talking about this? honestly.”

at that moment, cassandra, who had been quietly observing the conversation from the side, finally spoke up. her presence was always calm, and her words were few but always carried weight. she sat down at the table with them, meeting their gazes with a steady calmness.

“you guys talk too much,” she said, crossing her arms with a slight tilt of her head. “we don’t need to rush. we let dad take his time.”

the room quieted immediately. cassandra’s words always carried a certain finality that made the others pause.

“we’ve seen him struggle,” she continued, her voice low and controlled. “and he deserves to decide for himself. if he needs (y/n) in his life, then it’s not up to us to make decisions for him.”

“but what if she’s just another distraction?” damian said, his voice quiet but still full of concern. “what if this hurts him in the end?”

cassandra gave him a knowing look. “we’ve all seen him hurt before, but this... this is different. you can tell. he’s more at peace with her than he’s been with anyone in a long time. it’s not about rushing him. let him take his time. he’s had enough people pushing him around. we don’t need to do that.”

dick, who had been the most open to the idea of letting their father figure things out, nodded thoughtfully. “you’re right. we can’t rush this. if (y/n) is someone who gets him, who shares the same pain and history—then that’s something we need to respect. she’s not just some ‘fling’ to him.”

jason leaned forward, a grin spreading across his face. “so, we’re all in agreement then? we give dad space, but we also get to know her more?”

cassandra glanced at the group before answering. “yes. but we have to be patient. it’s his love life, not ours.”

tim chuckled. “we get it. no more ‘interventions,’ then.”

“i don’t know,” jason mused, “i kind of enjoyed the idea of being the matchmaking bad boy of the family.”

cassandra shot him a sideways glance. “you’re not that smart.”

the room erupted into quiet laughter as the tension finally lifted. they all knew there was still a lot to figure out—about (y/n), about their father, and about what kind of relationship would develop from this unexpected reunion.

but for the first time in a long while, bruce wayne’s children weren’t trying to control his destiny. they were just waiting to see where it led, with patience, understanding, and maybe a little bit of curiosity.

and for once, they were content with that.

fin.

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next chapter...

[queenofallimagines]

Bruce Wayne x Fem reader

Shuffles in nervously 👉🏿👈🏿 hiii

A/N: listen,,, I’ve been writing fic fie the requests and then I was dragged kicking and screaming into Bruce Wayne’s arms. Nothing I love more than a tired depressed Dilf✨ got a lot more things sitting in the drafts because it’s SO good to do a character study on them and Damian is next I think he should have a cool stepmom. Bruce Wayne I can read your mind🗣️

Cw: ambiguous age but not explicable age gap so imagine what you will, the batfam are WEAK to black women but it’s pretty ambiguous in writing, fellow vigilante reader, Bruce is shit at feelings and can’t communicate, Fem reader, Bruce thinks with his dick before his trauma, his kids are nosey as fuck. oh and like mentions of aphrodisiac chemicals used but only once or twice.

Summary: Bruce could only internally groan at his predicament. He wasn’t to say he’s not sure how he got here but he knows exactly how he ended up here. He’s too grown for a one night stand.

Bruce Wayne:

"—told you they stayed the night!"

Bruce wakes to the muffled voices of giggling adolescents. Terrible timing. Dread settles into his gut as his bleary eyes snap open.

Bruce's biggest mistake was bringing you home. Blaming it on the chemicals he and his fellow vigilante crashed into last night would be convenient. But truthfully, both of you consented before those substances burned through your inhibitions, landing you in his king-sized bed, engaging in activities that his hyper-aware mind keeps replaying. Now is not the time to reminisce, not with the voices of his kids echoing outside. He swallows a groan. You'd think he trained all that boyish cheek right out of them, because that is not how one conducts reconnaissance. He'd do the shameful thing and sneak out, but alas, this grand manor belongs to Bruce.

….Maybe he can politely kick you out without incurring Alfred's wrath and enduring hours of lectures on dignity and respect—two things Bruce has little of at the moment. The scent of coffee and toast wafting in from the doorway indicates that Alfred set up a snack cart outside his door—a subtle reminder to behave. Bruce grimaces. Damned Englishmen and their inane concept of manners. Shifting on the bed, he keeps his eyes fixed on your head and not the bare expanse of your skin that he touched. A lot. He left—his dignity won't allow him to call them 'hickeys' because grown men don't do hickeys—various passion marks on your skin.

This time, Bruce can't quite stifle his groan. He's too old for a one-night stand.

"Christ," he grunts quietly, knowing divine intervention won't be coming.

No one said Bruce Wayne ever had a proper love life. Still, he'd take any endless rant from Gordon about Nightwing's countless motor vehicle violations over his children confronting him. At your groan, Bruce's tense shoulders relax slightly. Part of him expected you to be one of those people who woke up ready to take on the world—another reminder of Bruce's age. When you shift, his muscles tense again. Bruce clears his throat, voice gruff. "Morning," he rumbles, before he's tempted to do something less than honorable. The noise, followed by shifting sheets, pulls attention to you stirring. In the soft light, you look soft and relaxed in his bed, like you belong here.

He knows that's a dangerous thought to entertain.

Bruce says and does nothing as your eyes flutter open, blinking blearily and trying to piece together the circumstances of the previous night. He looks at you for a moment, contemplating whether he can get away with offering you money to keep quiet.

“Mmmmorning..”

That yawning stretch is both distracting and endearing. It's unfair. Bruce watches your movements, taking in every detail from the slight dip of your spine to the flutter of eyelashes. It's a sight he'd become intimately acquainted with.

"Sleep well?"

He asks, already knowing the answer. Even if you slept like a log, your body would be sore from being tangled in him all night.

“Mhm.”

If you weren't so drowsy, you'd notice his jaw clench at the sight of the sheets pooling around your hips, exposing your bare chest. Like most things, it's unfairly alluring to Bruce.

"You've got a choice of coffee or orange juice," he says, nodding at the cart a couple steps from the bed. His voice is still gruff.

“Orange juice please.”

Bruce rises from bed, unashamed at his own nakedness. He crosses to the cart, ignoring the faint twinge in his muscles, and pours you a glass of orange juice. A glance back reveals you sitting up against the pillows, wrapped in his sheets like a makeshift toga. He's never seen a more enticing sight in his life. Bruce ignores the impulse to push you back down and take you again.

"Here."

He returns to the bed and offers you the glass.

“Thanks.”

Bruce watches you drink. Another mistake. He can't help imagining how that mouth felt on other places, wrapped around and- Gods. Not the time. He should've given you a robe or something. Those sheets aren't hiding much and your sitting against the pillows has the fabric slipping lower and lower- He clears his throat, trying to rid his mind of dirty thoughts as he sips his coffee.

"You're welcome," he mutters. There's a satisfied, primal part of his soul that preens knowing that you're still in his bed, his sheets draped over you like a claim.

"Did you...have fun last night?"

He cringes almost immediately afterward. Bruce's pillow talk is abysmal.

“what…?”

The events slowly coming back to you, playing behind your eyelids like a movie. A noise of realization leaves your throat as you nod. Under usual circumstances you’d would be embarrassed beyond belief but after having slept so good and still being tired you can’t really find it to care

“oh yeah. I did. ‘t was ‘fuckin amazing.”

Bruce can't help it when his lips curve in response to your praise. You're still in his bed, still wrapped in his sheets, and now telling him he was amazing in bed—damn his ego for being so smug.

"Mm, I'm glad," he hums, taking another sip of coffee. He sets the cup on the bedside table and leans back against the pillows, eyeing you appreciatively.

"Are you... sore anywhere?"

“Nah, just all over.” Bruce can't help the satisfied smirk that crosses his face at your answer. Knowing he left you in a state of boneless bliss has that primal part of him preening again, like a pleased cat.

"Good," he murmurs, a hint of male pride in his voice as he gazes at you. "It... wasn't too much, was it?" Bruce swallows thickly, the urge to touch you growing. The kids are just outside the door. He shouldn't. He won't.

But maybe he can have just a little taste.

“It was, but in all the ways I like it so you’re good.”

Bruce can't stop the quiet groan that rumbles in his throat at your admission. You look a bit like a fallen angel, all debauched hair and sleepy eyes. The sight is almost too much for his self-control, more than you realized. He shifts subtly, adjusting himself under the sheets.

"I suppose that's a good thing, then."

He keeps his tone even, casual, but his gaze is hot and intense as he drinks you in. Bruce's gaze darkens at your answer. If it weren't for the kids and Alfred, he'd be on you in a heartbeat, pressing you into the bed, and leaving marks all over you that claim you as-- His jaw ticks at the possessive thoughts. No. Not the time. Later.

"Good," he repeats, voice gruff. Still, he makes no move to leave the bed. "You... don’t have anywhere to be?"

Bruce already knows the answer. It's a Saturday, after all.

“Aside from the mission last night my schedule is fully clear to my knowledge.”

Bruce nods in understanding, taking another sip of coffee. The image of your previous mission- that you both stumbled into- flashes in his mind: chemicals, a haze of lust, the taste of you on his lips. He pushes the memories aside as his gaze flicks to your exposed shoulder, then back to your face.

"So you can stay for breakfast," he says, keeping his voice steady even as he desperately fights the urge to pull the sheets off you and devour you. "Alfred is making pancakes."

“Mmm, I haven’t spoken to him in a while it will be nice to see his face again.”

Bruce's smile is a subtle, soft thing as you mention Alfred. The older man has served as a sort of parental figure in Bruce's life. Alfred and Bruce are like family, and hearing you mention his name sparks a warm sense of familiarity.

"He'll be happy to see you."

Bruce hesitates for a moment, a flicker of vulnerability in his gaze. "Do you... want to get up?" he asks, his meaning clear: ‘or do you want to stay in bed a bit longer?’

“….Not gunna lie I’d rather stay in bed a little longer. It’s so warm and comfortable the thought of getting up and putting on clothes sounds like torture.”

Bruce gives an almost imperceptible sigh of relief as you speak. Part of him expected you to get up the minute he mentioned getting dressed. But you don't. You didn’t. You want to stay in bed, and you have no idea how happy you just made him. With a smirk, Bruce reaches out, sliding his hand under the sheet, and grabs your hip, pulling you closer. He doesn't miss the way the fabric slides farther down your torso, revealing more tantalizing skin.

"You are very articulate in the morning."

“Mmm I’m like barely awake right now honestly. Less of a filter or any sort of shame.”

Bruce smirks at your admittance. You're clearly still half asleep, your guard down, and more unfiltered than he expected.

"You're normally more stoic, less open," he muses, tracing his fingers lightly over your hip. "I like it. It's refreshing."

His eyes take in every inch of skin visible to him, making a mental note of the various passion marks he left behind. It makes him want to see how far down they go.

“I’m more relaxed now. And in a hell of a good mood.”

Bruce chuckles, the sound deep and rich. His hand continues to explore your skin, mapping every curve and contour with gentle, yet possessive touches. His thumb brushes over a mark on your skin, and his gaze darkens a fraction.

"And whose fault is that?" he muses, his voice a low rumble, the sound more intimate without the Batman modulator.

“Yours obviously. Haven’t felt this sore in a while. didn’t know I needed an attitude adjustment that bad.”

Bruce's smirk spreads into a wolfish smile as you mention your soreness. A sense of pride swells in his chest. Knowing he made you feel so good last night that your entire body aches from it makes that possessive part of him purr.

Bruce's touch wanders to your thigh, his hand trailing higher and higher up your skin, his eyes fixed on yours as he speaks:

"I’d be happy to give you another one."

“Yeah? jeez going to tire me out before it’s even noon? Didn’t really expect that from you, B.”

Bruce’s expression is somewhere between a cocky smile and an affectionate smirk. It's almost like he's challenging you. The way you say his nickname in such a low, sultry tone is driving him insane. He continues stroking your skin, his fingers tracing a path up the inside of your thigh.

"If it gets you moaning and crying my name again," he murmurs, his voice dropping in register, "then I think it’s worth it. Besides..."

Bruce's other hand reaches out, his fingers gently grasping your chin as he looks you in the eye.

"You underestimate me.” he rumbles, his hand still stroking your thigh. "I have excellent stamina."

“Ooh wow just like that huh? Ready to go in the morning again? Can’t even enjoy the next morning soreness before you need to start all over again. I won’t be able to walk downstairs to breakfast if you’re that insatiable….Never expected you to be the frisky type. Aside from the sexual tension breaking in the air last night I never got that vibe from you.”

Bruce laughs lowly in response, his hand still tracing over your skin. The sound vibrates through his chest. When your hair falls into your eyes, he gently moves it out of your face. He watches you through half-lidded eyes, his gaze dark and intense. Your words make him smile, and he leans closer, his thumb brushing over your jaw.

"You're a tease," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "You have no idea how much restraint it's taking me not to flip you over and show you just how frisky I can be..."

“Lord, don’t say that. My insides are getting flashbacks.”

Bruce’s laugh is sultry and almost sinister. Your words only feed his hunger. You’re right in front of him, skin bare and marked by his mouth, and still he can’t touch you the way he wants. The way he craves. He can’t give in. Not now. His lips brush over your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

"Mmm,” he purrs, nipping at your pulse point. "I can still taste you. All over my mouth. It's driving me feral."

“Jesus Christ B. You sure those weird chemicals we got hit with aren’t still in effect?.”

Bruce smirks against your neck, his teeth grazing over your pulse point. His hand continues to stroke your skin, his touch like a caress. His voice is low and rough with desire:

"I can promise you, it's all me."

He nips at your earlobe before pulling back, his gaze roaming over your marked body. He wants to add more. Leaving you marked, bruised, sore…

“With you talking like this, it’s a wonder we made it back here last night.”

Bruce releases a low, dark chuckle at your comment. The memory of last night, of stumbling into the manner, shedding clothes and tearing at each other’s skin, flashes in his mind. He doesn’t reply immediately, instead leaning down to press open-mouthed kisses up your neck. His voice is a warm, gruff whisper against your skin:

"It was a close thing, I won't lie."

“It still feels unreal almost, but you’ve got that same look in your eye you did last night. starving. I didn’t think my teasing would make you snap like that not gunna lie.”

Bruce hums against your skin, his lips trailing over your shoulder. The way you tease him is going to be the death of him. The sounds of your chuckles only add fuel to the fire. He can still feel the ghost of your nails digging into his skin, your moans echoing in his ears. He pulls back, eyes dark and glittering as he speaks.

"It took a lot of control, trust me," he says, his voice a low rumble. "If it were up to me, we never would have left that lab."

“Pfft, if it were up to you we’d never leave this bed.”

Bruce chuckles, his hand continuing to roam over your skin. The thought of spending hours, days, in bed with you is incredibly tempting, but he can't. The kids are right outside, and Alfred is waiting in the kitchen. Besides, he has work to do. He sighs, his thumb tracing a lazy circle on your thigh.

"I'd love to stay here forever," he admits, his voice low and rough, “But I'm afraid there are other responsibilities to attend to."

“There usually is-…. There are children behind that door.”

Bruce hears the hushed giggles and whispers on the other side of the door. He knows exactly what’s going on. He can feel the kids’ heartbeats through the wood, like a bat detecting its prey. They’re excited, curious. And they’ve likely been listening for the past hour despite him doing his best to keep his voice low to mask the conversation. Bruce sighs, his shoulders slumping slightly as he acknowledges the reality.

"Yes," he says, his voice dry. He glances at the door, then back to you. “There are kids behind that door.”

“I guess we have to get up then. Wonder if I can actually find all my clothes…”

Bruce’s lips twitch into a smirk at the thought of your clothes. His eyes trail over your naked form, taking in every tantalizing inch, then glance down to the floor. There is a trail of crumpled clothes leading to the bed. No doubt, you’ll have to walk through the minefield of evidence at some point if you want to get dressed. He sighs, sitting up in bed.

"Considering how fast we undressed, I’d say it’s going to be difficult.” He chuckles.

“Yeah I bet.”

Bruce’s eyes rake over your naked form, unabashedly appreciating the view as the sheets fall away. God, you’re beautiful. He has to force himself to look away before he snaps, ripping the sheets off the bed and pinning you back down. His voice is a gruff rumble as he responds.

"No fair," he mutters, reluctantly sitting up on the edge of the bed, his back to you as he tries to reign in his need to touch you all over again.

Chuckling you glance over your shoulder at him as you pick up your costume and start putting some pieces back on.

“Hey,don’t start pouting now. I agreed to stay for breakfast yeah? Can’t get rid of me that easily Bruce.”

His name rolls off your tongue teasingly. It had definitely been a surprise to find out Batman was Bruce Wayne last night but in the haze of trying to rip each others close off the surprise was lost. Even now looking at him like this you can’t help but see Batman and want to tease him. Saying his name felt forbidden in a way,making you want to say it more.

“Anyway, you should get dressed too.”

Bruce's shoulders tense slightly at the sound of his name falling from your lips. Hearing you say it is an odd juxtaposition. At this moment, sitting on his bed, he is Bruce Wayne, but the mention of his name has hints of Batman, Gotham, the mask. He glances over his shoulder at you as you get dressed. Bruce bristles at your teasing tone, his hands clenching into fists in his lap. The way you say his name in that sultry tone makes him want to throw everything aside and drag you back into that bed. But he doesn’t. He stays sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to you, his eyes fixed on the floor. He takes a deep breath before responding, his voice low and rough.

"Trust me, the last thing I want is to get rid of you.” he mutters, his jaw clenching. “I’m getting dressed.”

Bruce listens to the sound of clothing rustling, his back still to you. Part of him resents the fact that you’re getting dressed, leaving him here alone. He watches as you put on your clothes, covering up the marks he left on your skin. It sends a primal pulse of possessiveness through him. But he resists the urge to reach out and pull you back into his lap, or at the very least, make sure his mark is still clear on your neck. His jaw clenches as he speaks:

"I’m surprised they haven’t tried to barge in yet.”

“Hah! Even in a drug induced haze of lust I still remembered to lock the door. I wasn’t about to take that chance.”

Bruce huffs out a quiet laugh, a small smile on his lips. You’re as smart as you are beautiful. Locking the door was a wise decision. If you hadn’t, the kids would have been listening to a very different conversation for the past hour. He glances over his shoulder at you, taking in your now clothed form. It seems less appealing now that you’ve covered up the results of their night together.

"Impressive," he rumbles. You had the presence of mind to do that? While his brain was full of nothing but the smell and taste of you? He almost finds it adorable that you think you have such self-control. His lips twitch with a smirk, his voice a low rumble:

"You definitely have more control than I do."

“Once you have a situation happen like that once the anxiety never lets you forget. And doing it inconspicuously while not ruining the mood just was dumb luck on my part.”

Bruce snorts, a chuckle escaping his lips. You’re not wrong. One time was enough to learn that lesson. He knows that from experience. He should be grateful that you’re more reasonable than he is. It’s no wonder things with his previous conquests always ended the way they did. There’s a long, heavy silence as Bruce considers his next words. Instead Bruce sighs, standing up from the bed. He stretches his arms over his head, his bare chest on full display for you. He can feel the marks you left on his skin, stinging slightly in the air. He smirks at the memory of your nails raking down his back. He’s going to have a hard time keeping his hands off you in front of the kids, especially now that he’s had a taste of how good you feel. He groans quietly, running a hand through his messy hair.

“What’s up? I can tell you’re thinking thoughts with that look in your eye. Say whatever it is you’re thinking so hard about.”

Bruce notices your stare, the way your eyes drink in every inch of his exposed flesh. He doesn’t miss the way your eyes linger on his body, appreciating the view. His lips twitch into a smirk, a flash of possessiveness coursing through him. But he’s snapped out of his thoughts as you ask your question. He knows exactly what you’re asking. He looks at you, his gaze intense. He’s thinking of all the things he wants to do to you, all the ways he wants to touch you. But instead of saying any of that, he simply responds with a low hum. He should be grateful that you’re more reasonable and straightforward than he is. It’s no wonder things with his previous conquests always ended the way they did. There’s a long, heavy silence as Bruce considers his next words. He finally speaks, his voice a low rumble, his back still to you:

"You… You didn’t expect to see me again after this, did you?”

“Eh? I… don’t know what you mean?? We work together as vigilantes so it would be kinda stupid not to mention difficult to avoid you especially when you could find me anywhere I managed to hide in Gotham. You’re not exactly easy to run from. Even if it was some awkward tension i wouldn’t let that stop me from doing my job. I feel like that’s a dumbass question even for you B.”

Bruce clenches his jaw at your response. He knows you’re right. Working together as vigilantes would make it near impossible to avoid each other, especially in a city like Gotham. And even if you did manage to run, he’d find you. His eyes are narrowed as he looks at you, studying your nonchalant expression. He can’t tell if you’re being oblivious on purpose or if you’re just dense. His eyes searching your face for any hint of… something. What? He doesn’t know. But the way you answer his question with such plain honesty throws him for a loop. Usually, the women he sleeps with would want to forget about him. It was less messy that way. But here you are, talking about the work you do together like a conversation about the weather. Either way, his tone is a little sharper than he intends when he speaks.

“You’re not getting what I’m hinting at.”

“Please elaborate then because I didn’t understand that at all.”

Bruce huffs, rubbing a hand over his face in frustration. You’re being intentionally obtuse. It’s pissing him off, yet he can’t stop the surge of jealousy and possessiveness that he feels towards you. You’re still standing there, looking at him like you don’t understand what he’s saying. Part of him wants to grab you and push you against the wall, to make sure you understand his point clearly. But he doesn’t. You’re forcing him to be direct, to be open and explicit, and he doesn’t like feeling this vulnerable. He turns to face you fully, his arms crossing over his chest. His eyes are intense as he looks at you, his voice a low, tense rumble:

“You didn’t expect to still be speaking to me after tonight, at least not for anything other than work-related business. Right?” He lets out a long sigh, struggling to keep his voice even as he tries to make you understand.

He can just barely make out you tensing up in surprise for a second before shifting your weight to the other foot, expression not giving anything away.

‘You resist the urge to grit your teeth or give away any other actions on how you’re really feeling. It’s silent for a second before you exhaustedly roll your eyes.’

“Do we run into each other at all outside of work? I’m not changing my schedule.”

You’re internally sighing at the back of your mind. You’ve know better than to push against his typical self sabotaging nature. If he was going to push you away. You’d let him until he eventually comes back before the guilt of his actions eat him alive. You have seen him do it enough times to the people around him including the justice league and his kids. Mindful not to start an argument with his kids having their ears pressed up against the door probably trying their best to hear despite you both speaking lowly. You respond back in an equally sharp none keeping an air on nonchalance to mask the hurt.

Bruce clenches his jaw, a mix of frustration and jealousy coursing through him. You’re being infuriatingly stubborn, just like usual. He knows he should back down, let it go. But he can’t. Your words are like a barbed wire around his heart, tightening the more you speak. Your nonchalant attitude is irritating the hell out of him but also causing a wave of desire to shoot through him. How badly he wants to reach out and press you against the wall, to make you understand. But he doesn’t. Is it this annoying for others when he close’s himself off?

“No. You’re right, we don’t-“

“So then that answers your question. Wow you sure do overcomplicate everything.”

Your response only pisses him off more. He wants to grab you and shake you, to make you understand the point he’s trying to make. Yet, a part of him is surprised, impressed, and amused by your stubbornness. It’s just like you to take everything he says literally and not get the hint. His eyes narrow, a hint of annoyance and humor in his tone:

“You’re being deliberately obtuse. Don’t play dumb. It’s not a good look.”

“Boy, If you don’t speak plainly and make your point already.”

Bruce scowls back at you, not backing down from your glare. A part of him wants to back down, to avoid a fight. But the more stubborn part of him, the part that wants you to understand, won’t budge. He lets out an annoyed huff, his voice low and intense:

“I meant that, after tonight, I wouldn’t expect to see you again - on a personal level. As in-” He hesitates, struggling to find the right words. “Not just for ‘work related business.’ ”

“Wait you- Jesus Christ you are needlessly confusing and it’s so aggravating. That wasn’t my intentions at all. Like not even a little bit. At what point did you come to this conclusion in your own brain if I never said anything like that? I know your ass can’t read minds so who gave you this information? Because it’s wrong.”

Bruce scowls, his irritation peaking, his body tensing under your glare. His eyes narrow, the sharp edges of his jaw clenching. He’s annoyed by your stubbornness, by your inability to see what he’s trying to say. Your frustration makes his heart ache and his irritation flare. But your question catches him off guard. He doesn’t think before he speaks.

“No one had to give me that information. It’s just logical. How many of your one night stands do you see again afterwards?”

“Do you think you’re the same as them?? because this is a vastly different situation if you haven’t noticed.”

Bruce’s eyes narrow further at your response, his irritation growing. Part of him knows you’re right, that this situation is different. But his doubts and insecurities are flaring up, causing him to be more defensive and closed off than usual.

“It’s still a one-night stand, isn’t it? They usually end up not talking afterwards for a reason.”

“Bruce. This isn’t a regular one night stand. You’re jumping to hella conclusions, because I’m already thinking of the next time I can wake up in your bed.”

Bruce freezes, his body tensing at your words. He’s caught off guard by your bluntness, but also secretly pleased, excited even. He can feel something stirring in his stomach at the thought of you wanting to be in his bed again. He tries to hide it with a scowl, to keep himself under control. But your statement makes him want to grab you, to feel your body against his again. He doesn’t want you to see how much he’s affected by your words, so he grunts gruffly:

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Aawww, don’t go shutting me out now! We just had a lovely night together followed by a soft morning after. Don’t start getting scared of being vulnerable now. I’ve already seen every inch of you nothing left to hide from me, love.”

Bruce huffs in irritation, his scowl deepening. He knows you’re right - you’ve already seen him in his most vulnerable state. His body, his scars, the pain and pleasure he’s felt in your arms. But he can’t shake off the feeling of vulnerability, of baring his soul to you. It’s not something he does lightly.

“I’m not scared, I’m being practical. It’s not healthy to get emotionally attached.”

“Ugh and here you go with that again. Humans aren’t meant to just go through life alone superhero or otherwise. It’s okay to admit you care about people. And too bad I’ve already gotten attached. After my attitude adjustment I’m going to be in the most pleasant mood for the next 5 business days.”

Bruce glares at you, his irritation growing with your nonchalant attitude. He’s frustrated by your stubbornness, your damnable optimism. He wants to push back, to make you understand the danger of getting attached. But your words cause his heart to skip a beat, his chest tighten with emotion. He clenches his jaw, struggling to keep himself in control.

“This isn’t a joke. Relationships don’t work for me. I can’t afford the risk-“

“Blah blah blah. Yeah, I know and I’m not letting your paranoia self sabotage yet again. Go ‘head and schedule me in for 11:30 on Tuesday by the way. You can’t escape me or my affections, not that I was stingy in giving it to you anyway.”

Bruce lets out a frustrated huff, his scowl deepening at your dismissive wave. How easily you just brush off his concerns, ignore his past experiences. He doesn’t want to admit how much he’s tempted to give in to you. To hold you against him, to taste your skin again, to feel your body writhing under his touch.

“It’s not paranoia, it’s experience. It’s logic, practicality. The city need-.”

“The city needs you to get laid. You think people wouldn’t immediately vouch for Batman to get his dick wet?? Like why jinx it? You and your annoyingly exhausting self sabotage destructive tendencies are truly tiring for everyone around you to constantly be the victim of. And then you feel guilt which makes you repeat the cycle all over again. You deserve to be happy too?? Not sure anyone’s told you that before.”

Bruce’s irritation turns to frustration as you list off his flaws. As if he’s not fully aware of his own issues, as if he doesn’t hate himself for them. As if it’s a choice. He clenches his jaw, his body tensing further as you continue your lecture.

“You think I don’t know that? You think I don’t know I’m the one that causes problems, that hurts people? You think I’m not living with the guilt every goddamn day?”

“Yeah and it’s making you go through this exhausting cycle. Allow me to at the very least snap you out of that for a while. Normalcy would be good for you….Also me and Alfred have been talking about you needing it for ages now-“

Bruce’s irritation immediately turns to surprise and embarrassment as you mention Alfred. Of course Alfred would be behind this. He can’t help but wonder what you’ve been saying to him and what you’ve been scheming. The thought of you two talking about his personal life causes his heart to skip.

He scowls, his voice frustrated, defensive, and mildly defensive as he crosses his arms over his chest:

“What exactly do you two talk about?”

“You and your shenanigans.”

Bruce lets out a huff, his irritation growing once more. It’s bad enough that you’re pushing his boundaries and questioning his decisions. But the fact you’ve been talking to Alfred about it, that you’re both ganging up on him behind his back, makes him feel outnumbered, vulnerable.

He glares at you, a mix of frustration and vulnerability evident in his voice:

“I do not have ‘shenanigans’.”

“Yes the hell you do. Also do you like dark blue? Or black better?”

Bruce’s scowl deepens at your persistence. He doesn’t like being ganged up on, and now you’re talking about colors? He looks at you, slightly bemused, still frustrated but also curious.

“What does it matter to you what color I prefer? How did that even come up in conversation?”

“Because I’m thinking of what to wear for Tuesday. So what color?”

Bruce’s irritation eases slightly at your question. He’s momentarily thrown off guard by the realization that you’re already planning for the next time you see each other. He looks you up and down, taking in your appearance, his gaze lingering on your curves longer than it should.

“Black.” he grunts out, trying to hide the hint of desire in his voice.

“Got it.”

Bruce swallows, his gaze not leaving your body. He notices the way your curves fit your clothes, the way your muscles move under your skin. He can barely restrain himself from wanting to reach out, pull you close, and feel your body pressed against his again. His voice is low, a hint of desire in it as he speaks:

“Why are you even asking me about colors?”

“Because. I want to wear nice lingerie under my clothes so I figured I’d ask what color before I go choose an outfit myself.”

Bruce’s heart skips a beat, his body tensing at your words. The image of you in black lace under your clothes is almost too much for him to handle. He swallows, trying to keep his composure but almost failing.

He scowls, trying to hold on to his stubborn resistance, his voice gruff and strained:“Why do you care what I think?”

“Huh? Because if I’m going to show up to get fucked stupid I want to at the very least look nice.”

Bruce lets out a huff of frustration, his annoyance returning in full force. He can practically hear the eye roll in your voice. How are you so damn confident and stubborn at the same time? It drives him crazy.

“You always look nice. You don’t need to wear fancy lingerie or anything for me.”

“Yes, but I rarely have a reason to wear them so let me have this and just enjoy it when you see it. And thank you.”

Bruce rolls his eyes, still trying to resist giving in to you. But the image of you in black lace is still stuck in his mind. It’s making it increasingly more difficult to not act on his desire for you.

“Fine. I’ll look forward to it. But don’t get too cocky just because one night together went well.”

“I’m confident the next night will be equally if not more electrifying.”

Bruce lets out a huff, his irritation fading once more. Your confidence and stubbornness are exhausting, but he can’t deny they’re also endearing. He’s starting to question his own resistance to this situation.

“Cocky, aren’t you?” he grumbles softly. His heart is beating too fast for comfort, his thoughts swirling with images of you, bare and writhing under him in lace.

“Absolutely. If you think I can’t feel your eyes burning a hole through clothes from here you’re dead wrong.”

Bruce doesn’t answer immediately. He’s caught, guilty as charged. His gaze has indeed been roaming over your body, taking in every curve, every muscle. He can’t deny he wants you again, badly. Your confidence just makes him want you even more, and it’s driving him crazy. He scowls, pretending to look away as if he wasn’t just mentally stripping you with his eyes.

“Shut up.”

“mhm, let’s go get breakfast. I’m actually hungry now and teasing children will not deter my stomach.”

Bruce grunts, still a little flustered and frustrated with your confidence and stubbornness. But he admits that he’s a little hungry too.

“Fine. We can go to the kitchen. The brats will be there and we’ll have to deal with their stupid comments.”

He stands and starts heading out of his room, with you following behind him.

“And quit calling them children. They’re like 18-26 years olds.”

“And yet they were outside the door giggling and whispering like 7 year olds.”

Yeah, this will be a long morning indeed..

This was the cute version. The other versions is longer and Bruce fucks you like a man possessed😔✊🏿 wasn’t sure if I should post that one or this so here’s a little snippet of that:

“Mkay…. next time leave it in when we go to sleep. Feels ‘snicer that way.”

Jesus Christ-.

Bruce's breath hitches, a low growl slipping past his lips before he can stop it. He forces himself to focus on your sleepy glance, watching you nuzzle into his chest like a content puppy.

He shifts his body, trapping your hips with one muscled thigh, his grip on your hip tightening.

His voice is roughened, filled with desire.

"That an invitation, sweetheart?"

“mhm. You can do it even when I’m asleep I trust you.”

Christ, you're going to be the death of him.

Your sleepy admission to trust him makes his chest ache, a pang of something he refuses to acknowledge hitting him right there. You sound like you mean it, too. Bruce lets a low, strangled moan slip, nuzzling your hair and wrapping his free arm around your middle.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head, his hand going even lower, possessive and greedy.

"Can I, right now?"

“Yeah.”

God.

He’s going to start calling you a vixen instead of sweetheart, with those bold little words. Every breath of yours against him feels like a flame to the gunpowder that’s his body. He lets out a hoarse sound, part of him still in disbelief that this is happening.

“You drive me insane,” he grumbles, his low voice filled with unbridled desire. But even after everything, even after a night of letting instincts take over, a night of being completely open and vulnerable with someone, Bruce hesitates.

He needs for you to be sure, for you to want this, even if you’re only half awake.

He keeps his hand on your hip, his other hand gently tilting your chin up so he can look at you, his eyes meeting yours.

“Tell me you want this, sweetheart. Tell me you want me.”

“Bruce if you don’t fill me up and stop waking me up from sleeping I’m going to be real irritated.”

His breath hitches. Hard.

Bruce grits his teeth as he growls, feeling the last of his self-control drain away. He can’t hold in his possessive desire anymore, not with you looking up at him, needy for him.

He’s not a good man, he might even be a bad man. But you look at him like he’s your everything, and it drives him over the edge. His grip on your hip tightens, his breath hot against your ear.

“Can’t have you irritated, sweetheart.”

His voice is deep, roughened, the sound of it sending shivers down your spine.

He grabs your leg, slinging it further up against his body. His eyes are dark, nearly feral as he kisses right below your ear, his teeth nipping your skin. His voice is deep, roughened, the sound of it sending shivers down your spine.

“I’m gonna take care of you, sweetheart. Gonna make sure you feel good.”

He tightens his grip on your hip, his other hand tilting your chin up. His lips brush your ear as he growls between ragged breaths,

“Close your eyes, sweetheart. I’ll make you feel good .”

“Bruce’s heart clenches at your sleepy little nod. How did he end up here, this morning, in bed with you, feeling more real than he has in years? He doesn’t know, but he’s not going to question it.

He tightens his grip on your hip, his other hand tilting your chin up. His lips brush your ear as he growls between ragged breaths, “Close your eyes, sweetheart. I’ll make you feel good.”

Your surrender, even in your sleepy state, makes his chest tight. He can’t remember the last time he’s felt this wanted.

He presses his lips against your skin, leaving a trail of kisses across your jaw, your neck, your collarbone.

“Good girl. Stay just like that.”

His hands glide and roam across your body, touching and caressing you, wanting to re-familiarize himself with the curves of every inch of you. He’s possessive, a bit rough, even. He needs to remember every inch. He needs to touch you, to make sure you’re real and not a mere dream that’ll disappear the moment he wakes up. His mouth never strays far from your skin, as if starved for the taste of you. He’s almost feverish in his desire, his hands and mouth working to find every sensitive spot that makes your breath hitch and your body arch. He’s hungry, needy, desperate to keep you in his arms, to make everything else fade away besides the feeling of your skin against his.

Feeling a familiar ache in his core he sucks more bruises into your skin. keeping your leg resting where it is he shudders as he reaches down to press into you. an unholy sound crawls out of his throat as his entire body shudders. it feels like his entire body is engulfed in flames and he doesn’t mind burning up. Biting down on his lip hard as he feels you react in your sleep, he distracts himself with kissing your scalp and holding you close. He can’t comprehend how you’re so cute and So sinful hair a mess on his pillows and you dead asleep.

His teeth leave dark marks on your skin, claiming you as his. His fingers dig into your hip, holding you close, anchoring himself to you as the fire burns hot between his legs. He can hear his heartbeat in his ears, the sound of your name on his lips like a prayer.

“I can’t… I need…” He doesn’t even finish his sentence. He just moans, low and guttural, his breathing ragged and rough. His teeth leave dark marks on your skin, claiming you as his. His fingers dig into your hip, holding you close, anchoring himself to you as the fire burns hot between his legs. He can hear his heartbeat in his ears, the sound of your name on his lips like a prayer.

“You’re so good, sweetheart. So perfect. So goddamn mine, whether you realise it or not.”

He nuzzles your hair, his eyes closed as he relishes the feeling of your warmth against him. He nuzzles your hair, his eyes closed as he relishes the feeling of your warmth against him.

[kawaiigirly21]

My DC OC Nightingale (who trained along side Black Canary) and Batman

[paisholotus]

Awaking

Now Playing: Salvatore~ Lana Del Rey

Narrative

Bruce stares up at house and sighs. Alfred pulls the bag out of the car as they walked into the house that used to hold laughter and brightness, now sheets cover all the furniture and it's dark and empty. Alfred leads Bruce up the main staircase. "I’ve prepared the master bedroom." Alfred said, holding Bruce’s bags. "My old room will be fine." Bruce said, looking down at the steps as he walked up them. "With all due respect, sir, your father is dead. Wayne Manor is your house." Alfred said, trying to lighten the tension.

Bruce grumbled irritated, "No, Alfred, this isn’t my house." Flicks his wrist, "It’s a mausoleum. A reminder of everything I lost. And, when I have my way I’ll pull the damn thing down brick by brick." Bruce said, with hate in his voice.

Alfred turns to Bruce, angry. "This house, Master Wayne, has sheltered six generations of the Wayne family, and stood patiently by while you’ve cavorted in and out of a dozen private schools and colleges. As have I." Bruce stares at Alfred. Eyes burning. Chastened. Alfred’s eyes softened, he then placed the bags on the steps and placed his hands on Bruce’s shoulders. "The Wayne family legacy is not so easily shrugged off." He said solemnly.

Bruce looked at Alfred with tears in his eyes and looked away from his gaze. "I’m sorry to have disappointed you." He muttered, continuing to walk up the steps. "Master Wayne... I was at your father’s side when you were born. And, at your side when he was laid to rest." Bruce stopped walking and nodded, "I know Alfred." He said, turning back around to look at him. "Your father was a great man. But, I have every confidence that you will exceed his greatness." Alfred said, picking the bags back up, walking past Bruce.

"Haven’t given up on me, yet? Bruce asked softly. Alfred turns to Bruce giving him a bright smile, "Never."

-Time Skip-

Bruce lays small kisses down her neck and shoulder wrapping his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her closer to his chest. He breathes in her scent as his heart becomes at peace and his mind at ease.

They lace their fingers together as they lay in her bed in the darkness. Basking in the comfortable silence, she hums with a content smile on her face, her body relaxed after hours of love making. Opening her eyes she looks out the large windows of her penthouse, the moon shining in minimum light.

She turns over on her back and looks into the eyes of her long term boyfriend Bruce wayne. Bruce could always tell when Vivica worried about him, she could always see right through him.

"Bubba, you don't have to go to that hearing." She whispered, cupping his jaw gently. He looked into her dark brown eyes, the eyes that held nothing but love for him. The eyes that saw every broken stage of him.

"Yes, I do. I want to see what the court has decided." He mumbled, she could see the hatred in his eyes, the bitterness in his voice. But, she wasn't mad at him for it. It was understandable. "Tell, you the truth. That bastard deserves more than jail time." She looked at him and frowned deeply. She understands his anger, but this anger that he was holding, was gonna destroy him. And, despite what people have been saying. She knows the real Bruce, his soul is still kind.

"Don't talk like that." She whispered. He scoffs at her and turns to look away but she grabs his cheeks and turns his gaze back to her. "My love don't let this man turn you into someone you're not. This hatefulness you have in you is not you. Don't let him turn you into a monster and lead you down a path of destruction." She whispered, her voice practically begging for him to listen to her.

She sighs and places her forehead against his as they stared at each other. "If you want to go then go, but I'm coming too. I love you and I'll support you going." He gave her a small smile and kissed her forehead. "You don't have to. I know you have that important meeting tomorrow." She shook her head and wrapped her arms around his neck, "it's fine. I can always reschedule."

He wraps her legs back around his waist and kissed her lips deeply and passionately. "I love you, so much." He whispered, his voice filled with gratitude. She smiled against his lips and whispered back she loved him too.

"How does one hate what they've become?"

[kkeidawrites]

A Gemstone Amongst the Rest

Welcome to Day 11 of Blacktober!

CW: Violence, enemies to lovers, slow burn

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A Bird in the Shadows

The shadows of Gotham City fluttered with unknown characters and the rats, as elusive as they were finally came into the night.

Lights were lit around the remaining buildings of the business district, crime alley already open to the public and no doubt ready for their shenanigans to begin.

On top of an unfinished building, stood the infamous detective and protector of Gotham City, the Batman. With his knee perched on the edge, Batman looked around the streets of Gotham, a watchful eye on its citizens as the nightlife that the city is known for started up.

“Master Bruce, do you plan to come home anytime soon to eat dinner?” The earpiece in his cowl spoke and the man presses his finger to his left ear.

“Alfred, I need an update on that lead I had last night. I think I may have found a clue as to who it is.” Batman says as his eyes focus on an abandoned jewelry store sitting in front of the building he stood upon.

Scaling down the building, Batman makes it to the front entrance of the jewelry store and steps into the broken window where normally the pieces of gems would be displayed.

“Catwoman, again sir?” Alfred speaks up questionably.

“Unless she’s switched to robbing abandoned jewelry stores then no, I think we have a new friend in Gotham.” Batman replies then kneels down to pick up a powdery substance on the ground.

“Oh joy.” Alfred says unimpressed.

Searching the area, Batman took his time taking samples of the powdered substance, that leads him to the back of the building. He finds himself in the vault of the store and sees it is picked clean of any trace of jewelry; no brainer there but what could someone want with an abandoned jewelry store?

Turning to his left, Batman spots a handprint on the vault’s handle, the powdered substance once again making an appearance.

Taking out a scanner tool from his utility belt, he holds it up to the handprint and analyzes the impression. It comes back with no results and Batman frowns in thought.

“This handprint doesn’t match with anyone. That can’t be possible.” He mutters to himself. Taking a step back, Batman feels something by his foot and looks down to see a rounded rock.

Bending down on a knee, he picks up the rock and inspects it carefully. It felt lighter than a regular density a rock would originally weigh, it was hollow.

Cracking the rock on the concrete floor, it is revealed to the detective that there were gems inside. Batman ponders on what this type of rock was doing in a place like this.

“Ohhhh, I see you’ve found my gem. Quite fascinating aren’t they?” A new voice speaks up from behind him and Batman looks over his shoulder at the woman that stood at the vaults entrance, her back leaned against it.

Her black and silk mask covered her entire face, hollow eyes looked at him with a blank expression. She wore a full body black suit and high heeled boots.

“Each one is full of different gems and colors, each one a price that is worth much more than that Bruce Wayne owns.” She says looking at her nails, bored.

“Who are you?” Batman demands.

“Black Sparrow, now if you don’t have anymore questions I would like my rock back.” Sparrow holds out her hand to him, expecting to have her geode but, the Dark Knight didn’t move whatsoever.

“What do you need them for?”

“Didn’t you hear what I said? If they have a pretty color inside, then they are worth a pretty penny.” Sparrow places a hand on her hip while the other sneakily goes into her right pocket.

“And if I don’t give this to you?” Batman gets in a wider stance.

Sparrow sighs then suddenly throws three round balls at his feet, a gas emits from the balls and Batman covers his mouth with his free hand.

He saw that the gas didn’t affect him and slowly lowered his hand. However, the gas didn’t hurt him, it did activate something with the geode in his hand, it began to grow as if it was ice around his hand. The geode’s grip takes over his entire upper body and his right leg making him stuck.

Sparrow walks up to the struggling hero of the night and takes the geode from his hold. Looking it over to see if any of the inside was destroyed or damaged, Sparrow tilts her head at him in curiosity. She checks out his face and body and hums.

“I told you to let me have it but, now look at you: stuck and struggling.” She giggles and goes to leave the vault.

“Oh, another thing, there is a ‘little something’ I left behind. I figured you would be here sooner or later and I was right. Ka ọ dị. (Goodbye).” She waves as she walks out the vault.

Just as she said that, beeping was heard around Batman and he struggles against his restraints. His free foot kicks at the gem encased around his leg and is able to free it. Placing both feet behind him, Batman pushes himself off the wall and this allows the rest of his body to be freed from the geode.

Running out into the sales floor, Batman searches the room for the beeping and finally sees the little something that Black Sparrow left behind.

A bomb sat cushioned in a velvet jewelry box and Batman inspected the bomb. His mask scanned the contents of the inside of the bomb and saw that it was an opened geode on the inside. 45 seconds was showed as it ran down on the timer, Batman had to work fast and without knowing how powerful this bomb was he couldn’t take any chances.

Flipping it over, he pulls open a little hatch at the bottom and sees four wires inside. Red, green, blue, and yellow were his options and he had to be careful as to which wires were not going to set it off.

20 seconds were left and Batman had to make a decision now, guessing that blue was the correct choice he pulls it. Unfortunately this wasn’t the right wire as the timer now read 10 seconds, pulling the red, nothing happened again.

Batman pulls the other two wires and it did the same thing as the first two, none of them were the right wire and Batman felt that it was best to bail out now.

He is quick to make his exit and once the beeping of the bomb stopped an explosion went off and the entire jewelry store was now full of crystal geode, sticking out of the window and walls like spikes.

Batman looks at the mess that was made then presses a finger to the earpiece in his cowl.

“Alfred, call Gotham PD to my coordinates. I believe Commissioner Gordon should be aware there is another criminal in Gotham.” Batman orders looking around the area.

“Right away sir.”

Unbeknownst to Batman, Black Sparrow looked on three buildings down from her crime scene and smirks at her work, then is quick to leave the area by using her in suit wings to fly off.

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Two weeks later

The annual Wayne Industries Conference Ball was held at Wayne Manor as it usually would around this time and all socialites and business gurus alike were in attendance.

Bruce Wayne, billionaire and businessman, made his rounds at his party; greeting old, faces meeting new ones, and showing off his playboy mannerisms that he is known for.

However, as he was speaking with one of his business partners, Bruce’s eyes found a newcomer enter the foyer.

Hair in boho braids that went to her shoulders, a cocktail dress that had a slit up to her mid thigh and black stilettos.

Her eyes find Bruce’s blue ones for a second but she is quick to look away and walk over to the hors d'oeuvres table. Using a napkin, she picks up a cucumber sandwich, and takes a drink from a nearby waiter. Taking a swig of the champagne, the woman hums in delight then eats the little snack.

“Excuse me,” the woman hums, answering and turns to see Bruce Wayne standing in front of her.

“I don’t believe we’ve met, Bruce Wayne.” He holds out a hand to her to shake. Swallowing her food, the woman dabs the napkin over her lips.

“Y/n L/n, I would say it’s a pleasure Mr. Wayne but, I believe that you and I have nothing to say to one another.” She raises a brow at him.

“Oh? Have we met before then?” He asks lowering his hand to his side.

“L/n Styles, your company is trying to sell out mines. The very one that I worked my ass off to get off the ground. I was only going to attend this place for a short time because I owe a friend but, now that I’ve met you, I can’t help myself.” Y/n snaps then takes another swig of her drink.

“L/n Styles? I don’t know what you’re talking about. My company doesn’t deal with any clothing brands.” This doesn’t settle the ire in Y/n’s stomach.

“You’d best figure out who is trying to take my business away from me or else I will see you in court Mr. Wayne. Good day.” Y/n sets down her glass on the table behind her and pushes past Bruce, heading for the exit. He takes notice of the necklace around her neck and sees it is a geode.

Bruce places a hand under his chin in thought. Since when was he buying out a clothing company, that was never something he wanted to do. He needed to get on the horn with his brokers and see what is happening.

Rushing out to follow her, Bruce spots her getting her fur coat from the coat checker at the door and puts it on.

Y/n leaves the manor with a displeased look on her face and carefully walks down the slippery steps.

“Miss L/n! Wait a minute!” Her head turns to see who it was but, this makes her slip on a step and she gasps in shock.

Bruce is quick to catch her by the waist and pull her up straight so that the two were face to face. Y/n pushes him away when she realized he was holding her much longer than she liked and glared at him annoyed.

“What is it that you want Mr. Wayne?”

“I was going to tell you that I will give your company a call tomorrow. This is all a big misunderstanding, I do not incorporate my business with anything related to fashion or threads, I don’t know anything about that stuff. If you’ll let me, I can investigate this and keep you informed of what is going on.” Bruce offers and puts his hand in his suit pocket. He pulls out his card and hands it to her, Y/n reluctantly takes it.

“Fine. But, if I find out that you are trying to buy my company I will sue your ass to high Hell. This will be mine.” She threatens.

Bruce nods with a sly smirk.

“I’ll even hand over the keys if that is the case.” He says.

Y/n looks him over and turns to leave once more, the valet at the bottom of the staircase already waiting with her keys and car.

Driving off, Bruce watches the woman leave his home turf then frowned in thought. A geode necklace? How interesting. His thoughts are interrupted when he hears Alfred call for him inside.

Bruce walks back up the stairs but not without looking at the entrance of his manor gates where the woman had just left from then returns to continue hosting inside.

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[ramen-flavored]

my dude is getting Barbie Dolls and a Star

[rainnyydaysworld]

Tim: Hey, do you know the password to Damian’s computer?

Duke: Fuck you, Tim.

Tim: Hey!!

Duke: No, you misunderstood, the password is "fuckyouTim".

Tim: Oh, no numbers? Not very safe.

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Reader: Get on my level!

Steph: Unfortunately, to "get on your level" I'd need a boat trip to the Mariana Trench and a pair of cinderblock shoes.

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*Dick is fighting a monster*

Barbara : Just stay calm! You already have everything you need to beat it!

Dick: The power to believe in myself!?

Barbara : No, a knife! Stab it!

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Reader: Sorry I'm late, I was doing stuff.

Jason: YOU PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS!

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Damian: Tim, this morning, I called you abhorrent and reprehensible, and I’d like to withdraw that statement-

Tim: Aww, thanks-

Damian: But I can't. Those are the 2 words that best describe you.

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Reader: So, Steph is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night.

Cassandra: Why?

Reader: Because I've caught her trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row.

Steph, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.

[indulgentdaydream]

Headcanon about Jason’s and Alfred’s birthday that is five days late BUT:

From any batkid’s perspective other than Dick and Jason’s, it’s just a known fact that Alfred does not celebrate his birthday. No one even knows when it is.

They’ve tried asking him. He won’t budge. It doesn’t help that none of them even know his correct age so they can’t go off of that either.

“Why won’t you let us celebrate your birthday, Alfred?” Steph asked one day while everyone else was around.

“There’s no reason for me to celebrate anymore. I’ve had enough birthdays.”

Not even Bruce will budge on the matter.

Then, long after Jason comes back. Only once he finally reconnects with his family, does anything happen.

Tim walks into the kitchen one day and sees Alfred and Jason at the counter, bowls around them. “What are you two doing?”

“Baking a cake,” Alfred responded. Tim could see the chocolate flavouring from here.

“Can I help?” Cass spoke up from behind Tim.

Jason turned, a stern, cold glare on his face, “No.”

Alfred reached up and tugged on Jason’s ear for a moment before continuing to stir, turning to face the other kids, “It’s a tradition. Best to keep to it.”

That night, they all sat at the dinner table. Alfred set down the cake in front of Jason, who sat at the head of the table with everyone around him.

Damian was the first to notice the writing, “What is this?”

Everyone leaned a little closer. Surrounded by burning candles, in neatly scrawled white icing in cursive font read, “Happy Birthday Jason!"

Then below it, in thick, sloppy, capital letters, read "+ ALFRED"

Everyone’s confused except Dick and Bruce.

“Why is Alfred’s name on the cake?”

“Because it’s his birthday, too? I don’t see what the big fuss is.”

After everything is explained and cake is handed out, there comes to be a mutual, unspoken understanding.

Alfred had lost his reason to celebrate his birthday. Now, after all these years, he had it back.

[blackcupidangel]

Things Batmom has said:

“Keep your father out of the kitchen, I’ll be back by morning.”

“We’ll if it isn’t the consequences of your own actions”

“It means you can either drive yourself home or I’ll have Alfred come get you.”

“Look at my handsome boys growing into fine gentlemen.”

“Stay safe, I love you”

“Eyes open, baby birds.”

“Alfred and I made food for the week, it’s in the fridge” *punch* “Your running shoes are on the left side of the closet” *kicks* “Make sure his project is done tonight, it’s due tomorrow.”

“I’m going to let you fix it, because if I fix it I’m going to jail.”

“It’s called,” she raises one fist “fuck around,” then she raises her other fist, “and find out.”

“You don’t even know me, you don’t even know my real name…” she leans in with harden eyes yet calm features, “I’m the fuckin boogie man”

“Do not play with me, I am not the one, two, or the three.”

“Don’t kill him.” //“I’m sorry but who’s the one tied up here?” //“Darling—“// “Because the way I see it, it’ll be in self defense.”

“Just one leg.” “No” “Both legs?” “No!” “You’re right….I’ll go for their kneecap.”

“So…you’ve chosen to disobey me.”

“Alright now…don’t write a check you can’t cash.”

“I’m sorry, what did you say? I couldn’t hear you because of your tone of voice.” She leans in with a hand cupping her ear to encourage a second chance.

“Do I look like booboo the fool?!”

“Brilliant.”

“As mad as I am, I can’t let you shoot him.”// “Just this once?” //“No.” //“I’ll go for the knees. Nothing vital.” //“Hhgh.”

“You really hit the nail on the head with that one Batman.”

“And WHO do you think you’re taking to?”

“Don’t tell your father.”

“Be home by 10, or I start looking windows.”

“I’m so very proud of you!”

“A girl’s gotta be prepared.”

“You know…about the whole guns thing, I’m still not so sure I feel as strongly as you do.”

“Way to go, Bruce.”

“Touch my child, I dare you. Make my day.”

“Ahh…Motherhood.”

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Heyyyyyyy hotties I’m backkkkkkk. Send me asks and requests as I’m easing my way back into things. It might take me a while to find my flow and writing style so bear with me please. I missed you all so much honestly.

[brownsugaboba]

title: “Chapter 4: Yearning For You, All This Time.”

december 24th, 2024.

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bruce wayne x reader.

- black reader. (anyone can read but emphasis on black.)

- 19+ (this chapter is NOT 19+, however upcoming chapters will be.)

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the night air wrapped around them like a cool embrace as bruce and (y/n) stepped out of selina's wedding, the echoes of silence and lingering stares weighing heavily in the atmosphere. bruce had anticipated selina's behavior; his years of knowing her had taught him to expect the unexpected.

however, for you, the sharpness of selina's tongue was a bitter surprise. it was baffling to think someone who had once had love for him could turn so cruel, especially when she was now marrying someone else.

“(y/n),” bruce broke the silence, his voice steady against the backdrop of the still night. they continued their walk down the sidewalk towards his car.

you glanced up at him, a slight nod acknowledging his words. “yes?”

as they reached the car, he gently opened the door for you, releasing your hand as you slipped into the leather seat. “thank you,” you murmured, meeting his gaze with a warm, tentative, smile.

it was difficult to find the right words in the wake of the moment.

with a soft click, he closed the door and moved around to the driver's side, sliding into the seat with a quiet heaviness. the engine's purr broke the silence as he turned the key, but his thoughts were far from focusing the road.

in the solitude of the car, he replayed the earlier scene—the unexpected hostility from selina, the way it had darkened an otherwise joyful occasion. he struggled with the desire to apologize on her behalf, understanding that their past relationship had casted a shadow over you and him.

deep down, he felt the weight of guilt for the tension that had unfolded between you two.

“i’m truly sorry for how she reacted. you didn’t deserve a minute of that; not even a second,” he finally confessed, turning his head to look at you, sincerity etched across his features.

your smile remained, aware that his attempt to find the right words had taken a toll on him. “bruce—” you began, wanting to ease his burden, but he quickly interrupted.

“no, let me finish,” he compelled softly, his voice almost a whisper.

you quickly felt an urge to quiet yourself, to let him gather his thoughts, but you had to decline his offer.

“no, let me. please…” you responded, with a tone that matched his softness, making him to pause mid-sentence, a hint of amusement went across his face as he realized your determination.

“you didn’t deserve it either,” you reminded him, your gaze unwavering. “the small comments, the disrespect—you didn’t deserve any of it. neither of us did.”

“that is true, but—” he started, only for you to cut in.

“there shouldn’t be any ‘buts’ when it’s the truth,” you replied, a playful smirk taking form, watching his own smirk expand as he listened to your point. “now that we both agree, how about we finally leave this in the past?”

he regarded you thoughtfully, a small chuckle escaping him as he nodded in agreement. the interplay between the two of you filled the car, a mixture of lightheartedness and understanding.

“your sassiness truly hasn’t left at all,” he remarked as he steered the car towards the restaurant.

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upon arriving, the restaurant revealed itself—a stunning upscale building encased in floor-to-ceiling windows that framed a beautiful view of gotham’s skyline and the gentle flowing river. despite the bustling crowd, bruce’s reputation paved a way for him, and after handing the car over to valet, he took your hand in his, leading you through the entrance.

“no manor tonight?” you asked, scanning the surroundings, excitement fluttering within you at this unexpected stop.

pulling you closer to him as if to shield you from the prying eyes of strangers, his hand rested gently against your back, starting a warmth that went through your skin.

“i figured i’d treat you,” he said, motioning to the host who greeted them, his expression casual yet filled with unspoken intent.

you followed the host upstairs, bruce’s touch never leaving your back, a rope binding you together as you went deeper into a private room of comfort and quietness.

“considering my kids and i have put you through quite the few days,” he added, a playful tone to his voice.

A a chuckle escaped you, lightening the weight of the previous hours as you continued into an expansive private room. a small table for two was placed in the center, surrounded by intimate décor. floor-to-ceiling windows bathed the room in a soft glow, while bookshelves lined the walls, and a plush couch sat, allowing you to relax away from the bustling atmosphere below.

as you approached the windows, mesmerized by the glittering cityscape, bruce hung back, a warm smile spreading across his face as he admired you, his thoughts drifting to how he had felt in similar moments before.

just as the host began to retreat, bruce called him back, discussing a few details and slipping him some cash, ensuring your evening remained uninterrupted with a few surprises at the end.

the distant soft hum of piano music drifted from downstairs, fading into the walls of the private space, allowing him to gaze longer, more intently without fear of anyone else around.

he stepped closer. “i can only assume that you bring a lot of people here,” you remarked, your eyes still captured by the breathtaking skyline of gotham.

his looked at you on confusion now, a question lingering in the air between you, inviting even more curiosity than you two started with.

"and why do you assume that?" he asked, his voice low.

"the way you greeted the host downstairs... it’s clear this isn’t your first time," you continued, your eyes darting around the manor's elegant interior, searching for familiar sights.

bruce’s lips curved into a charming smile at your observation, a look of fondness crossing his features. you were still just as aware as you were all those years ago, and he couldn't help but find it cute.

"i can’t let anything past you, can i, (y/n)?" he said, pausing for effect. "but you’re wrong this time."

turning around to face him, your gaze met his. the warmth of his hand at your waist was grounding, and immediately sent your heart racing.

"am i now?" you challenged, a playful spark in your eyes.

he nodded, his smile widening slightly. "i've only been here once, and i came by myself. for the simple reason of…" he glanced toward the large windows, his eyes reflecting the beauty of the night. "the sight."

a smile broke across your face, truly understanding now.

“i think you’ve forgotten that i have kids now. too many to count,” he said teasingly, laughter dancing in your voice as you slowly slipped away from his hold.

bruce felt an unexpected pull, as he watched you leave the windows and his hands. your presence leaving him with more thoughts than before.

he moved toward your chair, pulling it out, allowing you to take your seat before gently pushing you closer to the elegantly set table.

"do you think i’ll ever meet them… officially?" you asked excitement and nervous; recalling how they had eavesdropped on your conversation with him just the other day,.

bruce chuckled softly as he settled into his own chair across from you, his striking blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that felt all-consuming, making the world around you fade away.

"absolutely," he replied, his tone confident and warm. "i think they’re planning on meeting you one way or another."

as you and bruce enjoyed the dishes you craved first, the chef entered with a large smile. he revealed two of his most finest dishes, each one a culinary masterpiece.

bruce, with a warm grin, leaned in to explain that he hadn’t requested the chef to bring up any dishes. so the action was truly unexpected and surprising.

right after you two finished, the waiter returned, collecting their empty plates with refilling their wine glasses. he exchanged a brief nod with bruce before leaving, which made you smile, a gesture that seemed as though he was planning something.

“you’ve been in gotham for a while now, haven’t you?” bruce’s voice was a smooth murmur. his gaze showed genuine curiosity, a glimmer of understanding lurking beneath it.

you nodded, fingers lightly tracing the rim of your newly filled glass, your eyes drifting to the stunning view of the gotham skyline outside, the city lights glowing like a field of stars.

“yeah,” you replied softly, the weight of years drifting behind each word. "a few years now."

bruce arched an eyebrow, intrigued. "and before that? you weren’t in town for good, were you?" he paused, a knowing grin spreading across his face.

"i assume you weren’t just here for selina’s wedding."

a smile tugged at your lips, your dimples appearing as you spoke, “no.”

as you continued, your voice fell to a whisper, yet remained steady. “i live here now. i’ve been living in gotham for… almost two years, actually. but not under my real last name.”

at that revelation, bruce's gaze sharpened, shadows of his own past creeping into his expression for a fleeting moment before he pushed them aside. “understandable, with everything that happened,” he murmured softly.

you nodded, a silence settling between you two, taking a small sip of your wine as you thought on your journey.

bruce studied your silence, though it wasn’t awkward. it was comforting. his fingers absently tracing the edge of his glass as thoughts swirled in his mind. “why did you leave, if you don’t mind me asking?”

lowering your glass back to the table, you began to swirl the rich red wine inside, gathering the courage to share more.

"you know i don’t mind with you, bruce," you reassured him. "i went to medical school, followed my father’s footsteps.”

bruce’s eyes widened slightly, the weight of your response sinking in. it was a surprise that made him anxiously uneasy, considering the tragic connotations for both of you.

"you truly are brave, (y/n)," he said, his voice laced with admiration.

you smiled softly at him, the flickering candlelight casting a warm glow on your features.

"sometimes," you replied, your tone steady but infused with quiet grief, "you just have to.. change yourself, even if it’s the last thing you want to do."

"i’m here because my father…" you continued, your expression growing more serious. "and gotham, is a… hard place to grow up. even harder to survive when you’re all alone. we know that more than anyone.”

bruce exhaled slowly, his gaze unwavering as he absorbed your words. he understood the weight of grief, the shadows of loss that shadowed your thoughts, for since he had walked that exact path himself. "definitely."

"but.. you can’t keep running from your past forever," you said, your voice steady but gentle.

"but you can build a future, right? that’s what I’ve been trying to do by coming back here, by going with you to selina's wedding."

as you spoke, bruce sat in silence, acutely aware of the truth in your words, the understanding only making you closer as the conversation continued.

he quickly recognizing the truth in every syllable. it was mesmerizing to see someone who had once faced the same tragedy as him, now having emotional intelligence and strength.

in this intimate setting, surrounded by the soft glow of candlelight and the low sound of the piano in the background, he was quickly immersed in an activity that brought you joy. there was something inspiring and hopeful about it—your resilience ignited a spark in him, urging him to embrace the life he had crafted for himself even more.

"you want to build a future—" he paused, his heart racing as he leaned closer. "with me in it?” he question was more of a statement, letting you know that he wanted the same.

you let out a soft, melodious chuckle, and your eyes sparkled with sincerity as you nodded. "starting with you, bruce, only if you'll let me."

a smile broke across bruce's face, wide and genuine, illuminating his features in a way that was rare and beautiful. "you know i can't say no to you."

as you exchanged smiles, the warmth of his words wrapped around you like a comforting embrace. for a brief moment, the chaotic shadows of the outside world faded away—the lingering grief and the heavy solitude of gotham felt so far away.

here, in this room of understanding, two souls who had faced the dark and twisted realities of life and found comfort and safeness in each other's presence.

for the first time in what felt like an eternity, you sensed a shift, a belief that the city you grew up in, the city that your parents died in, might not be such a lonely place after all.

the distant hum of the party pierced through the deepness of your conversation, yet the private room remained a a space just for you two—

and you couldn’t ask for more.

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after your heartfelt exchange, the waiter reappeared, a subtle reminder of the outside world.

bruce took your hand, his grip gentle yet reassuring, as he led you out of the of the private room. together, you both made your way down to the restaurant's first floor, only to find the once-bustling floor nearly deserted.

you look back at bruce in confusion, and he offered a reassuring squeeze of your hand, encouraging you to continue following the waitress.

the kitchen greeted you both, an unexpected yet inviting space that was surprisingly intimate still. a single plate centered on the polished cleaned counter, on it rested a slice of chocolate cake beside a vibrant bouquet of pristine white roses.

you let go of bruce's hand and stepped closer, captivated by the sight.

meanwhile, bruce discreetly slipped a few extra bills to the waitress, expressing his gratitude before joining you in the kitchen's warmth.

"bruce..." you murmured softly, lifting the bouquet to admire its delicate blooms.

your gaze found his striking blue eyes—eyes that had quickly become your favorite thing to lose yourself in.

"i’m enjoying you saying my name way too much, (y/n)," he replied, a playful smirk gracing his lips.

he stepped closer, his hand resting on your hip, drawing you into the gravity of his embrace. the only barrier between you two was the bouquet, which now felt like a symbol of your shared connection.

"im enjoying your actions tonight way too much, bruce," you retorted playfully.

he gently removed a single rose from the bouquet, mindful of the thorns, and brought it to his nose to inhale its sweet fragrance before extending it toward you.

"i hope you can enjoy them more," he whispered softly.

as you closed your eyes to savor the rose's scent, bruce gently reclaimed the flowers and set them back on the counter, pulling you closer with both hands now cradling your waist in his warm hands.

the sudden intimacy definitely took you by surprise, but a smile blossomed on your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"it’s strange having you be this touchy and..."

"romantic?" he interrupted, mischief in his eyes.

you tilted your head, deciding to tease him. "i was going to say tipsy, but romantic can do."

he scoffed, a grin spreading across his face, the warmth of his laughter infectious. "you think I’m behaving like this because i’m tipsy?"

your gaze wandered to his lips, lingering on their shape and moisture, making your heart race even more than it already was.

"yes," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

with a teasing smirk, he slowly licked his lips, drawing your focus back to his gaze. "i can’t be in my right mind to show you how much i want you here. in my future as well?”

your pulse quickened as his eyes locked onto yours, and he leaned in closer.

"i’m not tipsy, i’m more..." he hesitated, searching for the right word, "yearning.”

“for someone that was always here."

before you could respond, his lips found yours in a gentle kiss. his lips took ahold of your bottom darker lip, as he sucked you in. while his hands on your waist pulled you in closer, and wrapping his arms fully around your back. he wanted every last bit of you in his arms, as he held you like you were going to slip away if he didn’t.

you closed your eyes with a small breath, as the kiss deepened into something more passionate, a kiss that spoke of missed opportunities and unfulfilled desires.

bruce slowly entered his tongue inside when he felt the time was right. when you let out a soft moan because of it, he knew truly how right he was.

you brought your tongue inside of him as well, tilting your head in the process until you could feel every groove of him. every breath he made, as he continued to deepen the kiss, was like a dream as you melted into his embrace.

your hands along the back of his neck, slowly moved up his dark hair and quickly got lost in his strands.

the kiss wasn’t just a normal kiss. it was a kiss that bridged the gap of time spent apart, filled with the warmth of love and understanding—one that neither of you had fully realized you were capable of sharing until that very moment.

fin.

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next chapter will be updated soon..

[nxtaliaistyping]

Batrogues | p links part two

(gotta be logged into twitter for links to work)

NSFW 18+. some new faces, some returning ones, part one here.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·

The Riddler:

If you beg for his attention while he’s working in his workshop, then he’ll leave you like this.

Secretly has a soft spot for bigger girls <3

He’s a classy guy, he loves lingerie

How he eats it after you stroke his ego

He likes you dripping and desperate for him

Honestly this is how I need him to fuck me

The Scarecrow:

What, you thought just because he used to be a professor, he’d be turned on by you dressing so crude? He’ll show you what he thinks

Edward is the closest thing he has to a friend, it would be rude for him not to share you with the riddler.

As a thank you for letting him have you, Edward gave you a present. Now you use it and send videos to Jonathan when he’s working <3

You help him get to sleep

Likes making you ride him

This but he’s wearing the scarecrow mask

Catwoman:

She gets a sick sense of pleasure when she seduces a woman whose in a relationship with a man

Takes you to expensive hotels just the fuck you in them

You told her and Harley that you wanted to be part of the Gotham City Sirens, but they said there was an entrance exam

Yeah, it doesn’t matter where you both are, she’ll just knock out anyone who stumbles upon you both

Breaks in to your house with her strap on under her suit so she can fuck you

Thank her for all the expensive gifts by getting on your knees

The Mad Hatter:

Once he found the toy under your bed, he knew he had to have you use it

Loves seeing you in such cute underwear

He also loves when you act all innocent, so he can feel like he’s corrupting you

How he treats his sweet Alice when you do what he says

And it helps when his Alice loves it as much as him

Though he likes when you take matters into your own hands

Deathstroke:

He owns plenty of handcuffs

If you try and ride him, this is how you’ll end up

Oh you’re wearing fishnets? Good luck

Where else should he cum, if not deep inside?

Yeah, he’s rough

But if it’s been a long day, he can be intimate too

Black Mask:

Makes you send videos like this all the time, the more embarrassing the dildo the better

What’s that? You don’t wanna do anal? Well then obviously you don’t want to be his best girl, do you?

You still have to look pretty, even when being punished

After coming back from a meeting

Unlike Scarecrow, he definitely isn’t shy about being into the whole schoolgirl outfit

As in incentive to his men, the lucky guy who earns him the most money that month gets front row seats to see this

Harley Quinn:

Harls doesn’t like to wait till you’re back from the club

She’s a threesome kinda girl

She loves your tits

Fuck her with the strap, so she can fuck you with the same one tomorrow <3

When you put her panties in her mouth, she came so quick

What happens when she invites you for a sleepover

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨

[pinkhoodi]

can’t pay rent, sorry !

✎ᝰ — telling the batboys that you can’t pay rent this month as a prank

♡⃕ — bruce wayne, dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake x reader

♡⃕ — genre + warnings: fluff & jason and tim catching on immediately mmcht

♡⃕ — a/n: it’s this tiktok trend where the woman would tell their partner/husband “I can’t pay rent this month” and the reactions be sooooo funny 🤣🤣

꒰ BRUCE WAYNE ꒱

Ꮺ “I hope you’re not at mad at me love but, I can’t pay rent this month.” bruce turned around to face you and his face displayed a mix of confusion and concern. he’s thinking to himself, “when have y/n ever pay for the rent?”. he’s genuinely concerned cause why would he let his significant pay for rent when the mansion is paid in full?

Ꮺ you’re trying your best to keep a poker face and look sad, but you can’t fool the greatest detective. he notices the small details of you biting your cheek, suppressing a smile, your hands behind your back, he notices you trying to trick him

Ꮺ “my love, when did we ever have to pay for the home? you know what, do you know what company takes care of any of our bills? why would I let you stress about any bills? have I ever asked you to pay a bill?” the questions continued on until you stood there with not a single answer. bruce leans back in his chair and waits with a smirk on his face

Ꮺ “when those bills show up again, let me know so I can take care of it, okay?” he gets up to kisses your forehead and goes back to his work

꒰ DICK GRAYSON ꒱

Ꮺ “dick I’m sorry but I can’t pay rent this month.” dick paused what he was doing and turned his attention to you. he was extremely confused cause last time he checked, he assigned you as his beautiful partner who spends his money willingly and not to worry about bills

Ꮺ he went on and asked you the reason as to why, you explained how your job haven’t been giving you hours lately. he slightly cocked his head to the side, responding with, “baby, how many times have I told you never to worry about the bills?” “I know but I didn’t want to have you stressing and I feel like I should do my part with living here :(“

Ꮺ he cups your cheek with his hand and brushes it with his thumb, “your part is being the pretty, funny, and smart partner that lives with me. in addition to rambling about anything and loving me, ‘kay?” you stayed quiet and he lightly squished your cheeks, waiting for an answer

Ꮺ you nodded and gave a small smile at him. he smiled back and placed a kiss on your lips and said, “love you” afterward <3

꒰ JASON TODD ꒱

Ꮺ “hey jay, I don’t wanna stress you but I can’t pay my half of the rent. I’m sorry, this month came up a bit short for me.” you try to say in distress. jason had his back turned and snickered to himself. he questioned himself as to whether or not he should play along with your lil prank

Ꮺ of course he chose to mess with you, very jason of him, and played along with whatever scheme you’re plotting. the thing is that he already seen that trend on his for you page, but for your sake, he’ll go with it

Ꮺ he asks why and you tried to give him a terrible excuse of your spending habits, you told him that you’ll do better and tried to make it seem like you were stressing over this. Meanwhile, the man in front of you is keeping his poker face in check and trying not to laugh at your attempt of worrying him

Ꮺ he ends up laughing, you looked confused as to why he’s laughing, and he explains how he’s seen this before. it shouldn’t be shocking cause you send him couple tiktoks all the time, of course he would see it at some point

Ꮺ you stood there dumbfounded, he shrugged his shoulders and continued about what he was doing. he looked back to you and let out another snicker, in amusement of your reaction of course

꒰ TIM DRAKE ꒱

Ꮺ “hey tim, don’t freak out but I can’t my part of rent. I’m really really sorry.” you try to say in distress. tim hummed and continued on the research that he was doing. he wasn’t paying attention to what you were saying to be honest. well, at least you thought he wasn’t…

Ꮺ you repeated your sentence again and he responded with another, “mhm, don’t worry about it love.” you were confused as to why there was no reaction and went up to face him

Ꮺ “aren’t you going to ask me why I can’t help pay?” you asked him. tim shocked his head and continued on with his research

Ꮺ you walked away in frustration that the prank failed and before you left the room completely, tim replied, “my parent’s pay for our housing and even I don’t stress about that. also, seen the trend y/n, it won’t work.”

Ꮺ a reaction of surprise came upon from you, you forgot that tim’s for you page is almost like yours, and didn’t think that he would see the trend before you do. you cursed yourself from sending him so many couple tiktoks

♡⃕ HIIIIIII I MISS THIS BLOG SO MUCH :((( I miss writing for my batboys

♡⃕ this my first time writing for tim, im scared i miss characterized him 😞

♡⃕ I’ve been gone for so long but I promise I’m back fr 🙂‍↕️

♡⃕ lowkey wanna do this for jjk too….what we thinking ?

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐏 💗: psalm 86:11

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗂. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[paisholotus]

Aesthetics

"You know I love you. But, the choice is yours."

"You know it's you. It's always been you."

"Sometimes......Sometimes I hate, i love you."

[kkeidawrites]

The Price of a Gem

Happy Halloween and Welcome to the last day of Blacktober!

Saying her goodbyes, Sparrow leaves the orphanage and returns to up town of Gotham.

She plots herself on a building siting on an air conditioner unit that overlooks Gotham City. Her fist sat under her chin in thought as she watched bored at the people below.

“You know, if you’re going to stalk me you could at least be more inconspicuous about it.” She said.

Stepping out from the shadows, Batman makes his way over to her sat form and stands to her side. His cloak wrapped around his front, as he looks down at the woman.

Sparrow sighs as she adjusts the collar of her suit.

“How can I help the Batman? I haven’t committed any crimes yet so there’s no need to bother me.”

“You said yet.”

“Exactly. Besides, I’m sure there’s a joker that would be more interested in keeping your attention.” Sparrow cracks her hands and sighs.

“Why did you go into the jewelry store earlier? You set off an alarm, if you stole something then you should-“

“I didn’t steal anything if you must know, nosey. I paid with cash.” She flips her hair over her shoulder, scoffing.

“He set off that alarm because he thought I was going to rob him but I didn’t. The owner just profiled me.” Sparrow says.

“Then why did you go to the Gotham Orphanage?”

“To steal children of course,” she holds out her arms.

“Don’t you see them in my pockets? They need help from the famous Batman.” Sparrow sarcastically said and placed her arms back down.

“I’m not the type of villain where they only think for themselves, I actually have morals you know? Anyway, is there a reason you’re bothering me? I won’t ask again.” She gives him a glare as he sits on the edge of the building, facing her.

“Then tell me who you are. You’re new and since you said that you’re not a criminal, we can be allies.”

“No thanks, I hear your allies find themselves either hurt or killed. It’s best you keep your distance.” She hmphs and waves him away.

Batman frowns at what she said and hums.

“What’s that old saying: the enemy of my enemy is my friend, correct? There’s no need for the hostility.”

“No hostility. I just don’t need to interact with you.”

“If you commit a crime, then I have no choice but to interact with you.”

“Then mind your business.” She shrugs.

“Okay, this is getting no where so,” she suddenly stands up and jumps off the building.

Batman watches her go and grits his jaw, Sparrow waves him off with a two finger salute and stretches the cloth under her arms.

They flapped out into wings and the woman is now gliding off through the buildings, Batman watches on and makes a note of her, she can now fly.

Unbeknownst to her, Batman was able to grab a loc of her hair and rubbed the strand between his fingers. He pressed a finger on the side of his cowl.

“Alfred, I need you to check a sample of hair that I obtained. I’m heading back to the Batcave now.“ He said and walks over to the fire escape.

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Back in her home, Sparrow placed her mask on her desk and held up a piece of fabric, a particular fabric that seemed very difficult to buy.

Sparrow had grabbed a piece of Batman’s cape and held it up to her face in thought. Such material was too expensive and only a selected few could afford to buy it.

Loud vibration is heard on her desk and she looked down to see who it was, a sigh leaving her lips but picking it up and answering it.

“Hello?”

“Are you still coming to Aunt Annie’s house on Saturday? She’s having the wake for Uncle Lindel there.” The person on the other line speaks.

Sparrow sighs again.

“Fine, I’ll be there. What time does it start?”

“It’s start at 11. And please don’t be late.” They beg and Sparrow rolls her eyes.

“I am never late to anything, you’re the one that’s always late. I’ll see you then, bye.” Sparrow hangs up the phone and sighs again.

“So annoying. Now then,” she walks over to the scanner that sat on the desk, a little dated but still working well enough to get the job done.

Placing the fabric on the scanner, the blue light covers the entirety of the fabric and her laptop nearby lights up. Sparrow sits in her plush desk chair to type away on it, she would know who the Batman was.

Before she had the opportunity to read what her laptop was printing out to her, she felt her chair knock out from under her body.

An explosion had destroyed the side of her office as Sparrow is laid out on her side, her brown desk completely shattered and pieces of the mahogany on top of her.

Sparrow groans as she tries to get up from the ground, fire licked the ground all around her and smoke began to fill the room.

“Oh come on!” She struggled to pull her body up from the floor but, she couldn’t move.

“Fuck!” She cursed.

“Hey, Siri!” She hoped her phone’s assistant would answer her.

“Call the police! Hurry!” She yells then coughs.

Her lower body was beginning to hurt and Sparrow had no choice but to falter onto her arms.

“Help!” She screams.

The office is now engulfing in more flames and slowly closing in on her trapped form.

“Goddammit. I can’t move.” Her panic was rising and her chest was starting to squeeze. A panic attack was not what she needed to happen right now.

She didn’t know what to do, her breath was becoming scarce and she could begin to feel her chest squeeze tighter.

What could she do now? How would she get out of this?

Her eyes were starting to close as she was losing consciousness and her head falls forward on her arms.

“Hate this fucking city…” she mutters and finally loses consciousness.

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Yeah I went ahead and wrote it out to be in the Halloween spirit although I told yall I wasn’t going to do it but how could I not when it’s literally the last day? So anyway, enjoy, reblog, like, and comment!

[blond3ang3l]

Nightwing is the type to say “that’s my best friend” and then proceeds to make out with you when no one’s looking.

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Now you had known him your entire life. You two went to school together, you knew about him being night wing, you met all million siblings he had, and even the big guy himself Bruce Wayne. You’ve had boyfriends and girlfriends before but it never worked out in the end. Same thing with Dick, no matter what they always broke things off. For the most part they just couldn’t handle his family life like you could. With you knowing his siblings basically since they were born they liked (or in Damian’s case tolerated) you a whole lot. Hell even his stepmom Selina loved you in the short time her and Bruce been together. Everyone else he brought him got weird stares or snickers from his younger brothers. You on the other hand would go to the batcave even without him just to see the rest of them.

You’d accompany him to galas so you two were also seen out in public together many times. The media loved seeing you two together. He introduced you to reporters as “his moon” because the first time you guys met was during a full moon. In reality the only reason you guys weren’t dating yet was because he couldn’t figure out how to ask you. He wasn’t worried about you saying no, he was worried about doing something big enough to your liking and it was taking him months to plan out.

Yet when you two were alone it felt different, more intimate. Just like now as you two were in his bed. He had you on top of his lap, his hands gripping your ass while to two of you kissed. This wasn’t the first time and it damn wouldn’t be the last. He had been gone for three long weeks and damn did he miss you. He texted you but his text was always cut short with him having to fight yet another criminal. Every day spent away from you was pure hell for him, and he made sure you knew that with the picture of his hard leaking dick he sent you just a few days prior. He was painfully hard, his dick so pretty leaking with precum, and in his words “all for you”.

With you perched up in his lap the way you were he was starting to feel the exact same way he did in that picture. His hands moved from your ass to hold your hip, rocking you along his bulge causing you to moan softly. His lips attacked your neck. A trail of dark hickeys going down your chest as he started to slide down the thin pajama shorts you wore.

“Fuck, I missed you baby. Can I show you how much? Let me baby. Please.”