#batman x black reader

[brownsugaboba]

brownsuga(r) writes:

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nanami kento.

(did not draw.) !!

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short reads: (3)

“The Things You do For Me.” (fluff)

🎄 Special: “Christmas With the Nanami’s”. (19+)

“You Are me, I am You.” (fluff)

long reads: (1)

“The Tension Between Us.” (fluff)

“The Tension Between Us.” (19+)

bruce wayne.

(did not draw.) !!

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short reads: (0)

long reads: (1) ongoing…

Chapter 1: “Operation Date Night.” (fluff)

Chapter 2: “Back in The Day: Simpler Times.” (fluff)

Chapter 3: “Finally at Peace.” (fluff)

Chapter 4: “Yearning for You all This Time.” (fluff)

🎄 Special: “Christmas Eve at Wayne Manor.” (19+)

[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]

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!

[theangelicimp]

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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.

—

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.

—

*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!

—

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

Jason: YOU PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS!

—

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.

—

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.

[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

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨

[brownsugaboba]

title: “Christmas Special: Christmas Eve at Wayne Manor.”

december 27th, 2024.

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bruce wayne x reader.

black reader: anyone can read, but emphasis on black.

19+: NO MINORS. only those that are 19+.

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the crackling sound of the fire was the only noise breaking the quiet sound in the library. unlike other days when the manor was full of all familiar faces, today was easily the opposite.

outside the large bay window, snowflakes floated gently down, painting the city of gotham in soft shades of white. you and bruce sat on the floor beside the grand oak table, surrounded by stacks of ribbon, wrapping paper, and a numerous amounts of gifts — all neatly organized by size, color, and name. of course damien had the most.

bruce had his arms folded across his chest, eyeing the task in front of him with the same focus he reserved for gothams most stressing matters; opposite of this completely.

still, the frown on his face suggested he wasn’t exactly enjoying the festive atmosphere. for the simple fact of wrapping gifts.

“i don’t know why you’re insisting on this darling,” bruce muttered, his voice low but filled with a hint of reluctant amusement.

“the kids are all grown up now. they don’t need gifts anymore.”

you glanced at him, rolling your eyes playfully. “everyone needs a gift. it’s not about necessity; it’s about tradition.”

“and, i think they’re at an age now where they’re going to appreciate the simple gesture. they might be adults now, but they’ll always be our kids.”

he shifted his gaze to the window after hearing you say those words. our kids. though you said it so consistently when you spoke about them, his heart always fluttered when you did.

as he watched the soft glow of the streetlights through the curtain of snow, his expression softened; but he still didn’t respond. instead, he picked up the next gift and started wrapping it with methodical precision.

you smiled at his action, and sipped from your mug of hot chocolate, the warmth of it spreading through your chest. "besides," you added, looking up at the window with a quiet contentment, "it's nice to have a little peace tonight, with everyone out doing their own thing."

bruce gave a short grunt in agreement, his fingers expertly maneuvering the paper around the gift. “peaceful is always good with you around,” he murmured. "and the view... it’s not bad."

just then, the soft sound of footsteps echoed down the hall, and alfred entered the library with his usual dignified presence. he glanced at the scene before him with a raised eyebrow. “i trust you two are managing to wrap the entire manor’s worth of presents without incident?”

“we’re managing,” you replied, a hint of amusement in your voice.

“though i think bruce is pretending he doesn't care about the gifts at all.”

bruce shot you a sideways glance. “i could be paying someone to do this..” he muttered, picking up another gift. “but spending time with the person you love is better.” he finally gives in.

alfred smiled and crossed the room, his gaze sweeping the peaceful scene. “well, i do hope you're both enjoying the evening, despite your protestations. would you like anything before i retire for the night? biscuits or tea, perhaps?”

“no, thank you, alfred, you’ve helped out so much already” you said kindly, giving him a smile. “we’re all set. just enjoying the quiet now.”

bruce nodded his head in agreement, but as alfred began to turn to leave, you quickly reached into a small bag next to you. you handed him a carefully wrapped gift with a soft smile.

“for you, alfred,” you said, nodding toward the package. “i hope you like it. you should open it in private though."

bruce raised an eyebrow, glancing between the two of you. “what is it? another one of your ‘special’ gifts?”

alfred looked between you both, his eyes full of confusion as he held the gift.

you couldn’t suppress a playful smile. “not what you think,” you teased, nudging bruce’s arm gently and messing him up on his cutting of the wrapping paper. “it’s something he’ll appreciate, i’m sure.”

alfred, ever the gentleman, accepted the gift with a smile, though his curiosity was evident. “i’m certain it’s something very thoughtful,” he said, his tone warm but polite. “thank you, miss (y/n). i’ll open it later, as you suggest.”

bruce smirked, still skeptical and wanting to tease you more. “it’s probably just another book, isn’t it? she’s always getting you books, alfred.”

you rolled your eyes at bruce’s teasing, but before you could respond, you grabbed a small piece of tape from the table and, with a mischievous grin, stuck it over his mouth. the sudden surprise had him raising his hands in protest as he tried to pull it off, but you gently stopped him by holding his wrists, laughing softly.

you ignored him entirely and turned back to alfred. “he’s just teasing, but i truly do hope you enjoy the gift.”

alfred watched you too with a gleam in his eye, truly happy that you two could have each other by your sides at a time like this. “thank you again for the gift. i’ll see you both in the morning.”

with a final nod, alfred turned and left the room, the soft sound of his footsteps fading into the distance.

you smiled, finally pulling the tape off bruce’s mouth as he glared at you. “there. now we can get back to wrapping.”

he rubbed his mouth with a mock grimace. “not so fast,” he muttered. “i need a second.”

“a second for what, to catch your breath?,” you teased, your grin widening.

before you knew it you back was flat against the floor beneath you, and bruce’s arms held your wrist down as he hovered above you; his legs on both sides of body.

you let out a small gasp because of the sudden movement and look up into his eyes with a bit of confusion. before you could ask any questions however, he spoke your assumptions away.

“maybe you’re the one that needs to catch their breath.” he responded, though his tone held no real heat; it was more playful than anything.

“what are you doing?” you smile at him, already knowing the answer to your question; however you wanted to tease him with whatever power you had left.

he let go of one of your wrists with a scoff and grabbed a piece of tape swiftly. you watch him, your smile slowly falling as his fingers got closer to your mouth.

“bruc-“ you chuckled and let out softly as he placed the tape across your lips.

with the smile now completely gone from your mouth, all he could take in from your expression were your eyes. and they were already done with the situation as a whole.

you had a feeling that he was just teasing you, and thing would go no further, however you couldn’t help but think that maybe things would. besides, there was no one in the house between the two of you, and alfred who was in his room on the opposite side of the manor. it anything were to happen, now would be the best time.

“what?” bruce questions you with a smirk, knowing you weren’t fully understanding the stunt he was pulling. “you were talking to much, i had to shut you up somehow.”

he moves your wrists above your head, and slowly moved his head under your neck and to the side. where he delicately places small kisses along the structure there.

the only reaction from you were the small groans against the tape that was on your lips. which you were starting to hate so early on.

he traveled lower down your neck only with his tongue where he feels the bumps and groves along the most sensitive spot on your body. he felt your hands form into a fist above your head, which caused a smirk to appear on his lips.

as your robe opened wider from him on your top half, revealing your dark breasts and even darker nipples, he let go of one of your wrists completely and brought his hands down to gently fondle with you chest.

as his tongue traveled to one nipple, his hand found the other with a gentle squeeze. he slowly rubbed the tip of his index finger along your already hard nipple, his tongue creating the same movements on your other.

the feeling of his tongue on your nipple caused numerous sensations to go off through your body. you let out heavy breaths through your nostrils. your now free hand almost immediately goes down into his hair to grip a handful of it, as your hips rolled just slightly; your body growing hotter by the second.

he feels your body roll underneath him, which makes him smile slightly as he puts his tongue back inside his mouth and softly begins place small kisses around your nipple. before finally placing it inside his mouth and sucking along it gently.

with your hand still in his hair, gripping it with all your might now, you push his head along your breast more; wanting him to take all of you in that moment.

it takes you a few more seconds to realize that your hand was truly free, and all you had to do was pull the tape off your mouth to help your body handle everything. however, bruce realized this soon before you do. so, once he felt your hand leaving his hair, his piercing blue eyes looked up at you firm and steady.

“don’t you dare.” he whispers against your nipple. he kept his eyes on you as he stuck out a bit of his tongue and glided it around your nipple even more.

your closed your eyes tightly at the sensation from his mouth, and finger on your other breast. the sensation drove your mind crazy with future thoughts, and ultimately began to have your body softly tremble under him. your hand went down to your breast, and squeezed it against his own, causing your body to react more to the feeling.

he swore underneath his breath once you closed your beautiful brown eyes, his attention now going to the shaking of your body beneath him. ‘all ready?’ he thought to himself, feeling rather confident now.

he kisses his way back up your chest, then your neck and finally meets his lips with the tape along your own.

once you felt his lips, you opened your eyes once again, finally gazing into his soft orbs. he brings his hand from your breast and gently takes off a bit of tape from your mouth, enough for your to speak.

you keep your own hand on your breast, squeezing it a few times as you tried you best to speak to him.

“ba..by..” you shakily let out and bruce couldn’t help but slightly laugh at you. he leans in and places a softly peck on your bottom lip, gesturing you to try again.

“i-“ you mumble, your hips involuntarily buckling right after.

he felt your movements down below once again, which only made his heart flutter more. your body was reacting so much because of him, and it made him feel content and in control.

“tell me what you need from me darling. what do you want from your husband?” he whispered against your chin, gently biting at the surface.

“fuck me.” you finally let out. “my body’s begging for you baby, please..”

“fuck me bruce.. fuck me.” you whispered over again, your hips involuntarily buckling yet again just from thinking of him inside of you.

he couldn’t help but smirk along your skin, at your begging. physically and verbally. it was a sight he would never forget.

“that i can do.” he responds. “stay quiet for me darling, all i need is a few minutes.”

he covers your mouth up again with the tape, he then goes down to your robe and quickly undoes the light knot; revealing what you’ve been hiding from him this whole time.

a mess. a complete mess is all he saw once he looked down in between your legs. it was moist and wet like no other, almost as if you had already released on your own. he let out a few chuckles at the sight, your body was truly yearning for him.

bruce quickly took out his hardened dick from his silk pajamas, and without hesitation, slowly inserting his rather large form inside of your pussy. not only was he wide, but his length was like no other.

“(y/n) baby, you’re so tight against me.. my god.” he groaned out.

he changed his position so that he was on his knees and his hands gripped the skin of your thighs. he pushed more of himself inside of you, with a loud groan. he wanted to fit it all inside in one go, though he had never succeeded before.

as he continued to push more into you, only getting halfway now, your back arched completely; reacting to length of him now inside. you knew that it wasn’t nearly his full amount, which only drove you more crazy. you continue to breathe heavily through your nostrils, and your hands move down your body like butter, stopping at your stomach to feel his imprint fill you up once again.

after a few seconds, he whole length was finally inside. he gripped your thighs a bit more as he slowly moved his hips back, taking it out now. he then went back and pushed it in, keeping his speed slow.

he could feel your body jerk forward against his length, causing him to moan at the sudden movement. you were only getting hungrier, so he fed you.

he began to thrust his dick in and out of your tight hole, loosening it by the second because of how rough and quick he went.

“(y/n) darling..” he moaned out. “be patient.”

he could feel you about to release, your head throwing back against the floor, and eyes rolling back; but he stopped you by quickly stopping his movements. edging you on.

he then starts back up again, making it a bit difficult for him not release as well, but he holds himself together and quickly comes to a stop before he can.

“be patient..” he repeats himself with heavy breaths. he watches as your body reactions to the sudden stop again, jerking and twitching; truly not knowing rather to release or continue on. he however chose for you.

after turning your body to the side, and lifting your leg, the quick thrusting began once again. he let out moans louder than before as he felt himself finally hitting the right spot over and over.

“bru..ce… harder baby.. harder.” you moaned out, your body let out one last jerk before you reached your climax. your warm liquid wrap around his dick as he continues his movements.

bruce was too focused on everything below that he didn’t see you take off the tape.. or the tears in your eyes as you cried out because of pleasure.

but he was glad that you did, because that was all he needed to busy inside of you. he moved one of his hands away from your thighs and gripped your breast as he involuntarily stopped his body from anymore movement.

you let out a small gasp then moan as you felt his warm liquid fill up the rest of you entirely. he lets out deep groans and tightens his grip around your breast as he continued to release, this release the longest of them all.

he uses his other hand to slowly begin to take out his dick, wanting ever so badly to watch the creampie he created. however his body had other plans once he involuntarily stopped again, his dick not even halfway out of you as he released yet again inside of you. he closed his eyes and threw his head back in pleasure, allowing himself to fill you up completely now.

you let out a soft breathy moan at the feeling, your hips thrust just slightly against his dick so that more entered inside.

he opened his eyes back up again and looks down at the creation. his substances were falling out of you slightly, considering his dick was still in you. he slowly pulls it out, hoping he didn’t release again.

you sit up on your shaky forearms to watch the show as well. once he removes his dick completely, his cum slowly falls out of your pussy. he rubbed his tip along your lips, allowing for more liquid to fall out.

in that peaceful silence, along with with the heaving of each others breaths, wrapped in christmas tradition, it felt like everything was just right.

fin.

[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.

[urbeachboy]

consider : you, who are too aware for your own good . .

you, who’ve recently moved to Gotham, a 19 year old uni student working a part-time job at a local café, trying desperately to make ends meet. you really don’t bother with all that vigilante and supervillain junk, always get home before 12:00 and stick to crowds.

but after a close call, getting nearly mugged and yet saved by a certain masked vigilante- red robin, maybe, judging by the red and the big yellow R on his chest- you think, ‘hey, this looks an awful lot like that one rich kid of Bruce Wayne’s.” and in an adrenaline-induced daze, you blurt out just what you were thinking; “You’re Tim Drake.”

He was only silent for a while (it was difficult to read him, even without the eye-mask- though you hadn’t seen him without it. It’d be much easier if you did) before he’d brushed you off with a small laugh and left you to walk home. Let’s say he kept a close eye on you that night.

The next morning, you woke up after a horrible dream and a terrible headache. The first thing you do; go to your phone, search up ‘the Waynes’. Compare each image of each individual to each image of each vigilante frequenting in Gotham and.. oh god. You’ve been proper enlightened. Will the cops be after you? No, you won’t tell anyone! They have no reason to!

Maybe the vigilantes will be after you.

..No! They’re meant to help people. They wouldn’t do something like that. Not to you.

However, the lack of danger in your path and the pitter-patter of footsteps on the roofs (the ones that are closer to the ground, at least) each night while walking home, sounding different everyday (though there’s almost a pattern. Mondays, they’re barely there, but you know it is. And it’s not belonging to one pair of feet. Tuesdays, they’re almost airy, but quick. Not like they’re running, more like they’re walking faster. Wednesdays, they’re a bit heavier, like the person’s a bit bigger, but that can’t be right. Thursdays, they’re familiar. Fridays, they’re like the tuesdays but they’re definitely running. And Saturdays, they’re not there. You think they’re not, at least- but you can feel the eyes boring into your nape, and you’d like to trust your instinct.) beg to differ.

Now, on a scale of one to ten, how absolutely fucked are you?

[paisholotus]

Starting Off Wrong...

Now Playing: Duvet~ Boa

Vivica's Pov

Alfred drove me to Wayne Manor, telling me Bruce wanted to spend more time with me. Bruce had mentioned having to spend the morning at Wayne Industries but promised he'd see me later. Something about the gentle way Alfred smiled at me made me feel warm inside. I always saw Alfred as a father or grandpa figure. He's always been so sweet to me. Even as kids. I loved him so much.

As I walked into the massive house, my ears were immediately assaulted by the sound of yelling boys. Their ruckus died instantly when they spotted me at the door. I fought the urge to fidget as they looked me up and down, exchanging these little knowing smiles that made me want to turn around and walk right back out.

I glanced at Alfred, hoping for some explanation. "Who are they?" I asked, not bothering to hide my confusion.

"These young gentlemen are being taken care of by Master Bruce," Alfred explained in his proper British accent. "Their names are Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Master Bruce's son, Damian."

I stood there, completely lost for words. So during those five years when Bruce had disappeared, he'd been... collecting children? My eyes landed on who I assumed was the youngest - Damian. I couldn't help but stare. The kid looked exactly like a miniature Bruce, down to that proud tilt of his chin.

I felt like I'd stepped into some alternate reality. Bruce Wayne, the man I'd known since childhood, the one who'd vanished for five years only to return as if nothing had happened, was apparently a... father? To four boys? My head was spinning. Truly what the fuck is going on here?

The tallest one - Dick, if I remembered correctly - stepped forward with an easy smile that reminded me so much of Bruce it was almost painful. "So you're Vivica," he said. "Bruce has told us a lot about you."

"Has he now?" I managed to say, though my voice sounded strange even to my own ears. That was interesting, considering Bruce had failed to mention any of them to me. Not one word about having a son, let alone three adopted children.

The second boy - Jason, I thought - was leaning against the staircase railing, studying me with an intensity that made me uncomfortable. He had this streak of white in his dark hair and a scar near his jaw that made me wonder what kind of life he'd led before Bruce took him in.

Tim, the third one, seemed more reserved, offering a small wave from where he stood. But it was Damian who caught and held my attention. Those eyes - they were Bruce's eyes, calculating and sharp. He couldn't have been more than ten or eleven, but he carried himself like a much older person.

"Would you care for some tea, Miss Vivica?" Alfred's voice broke through my thoughts. Bless that man for always knowing exactly when to intervene.

"Yes, please," I said quickly, grateful for any excuse to process this situation. As I followed Alfred toward the kitchen, I could feel their eyes on my back. Four pairs of eyes, belonging to four boys who somehow shared a piece of Bruce that I knew nothing about.

I had so many questions, but the biggest one was burning in my throat: Why hadn't Bruce told me about any of them? And, why did that small look like Bruce so much?

As Alfred busied himself with the tea preparations, I couldn't hold back the question any longer. The kitchen felt safer, more private, away from those watchful eyes in the foyer.

"Alfred," I said, keeping my voice low even though the boys were out of earshot, "why does Damian look exactly like Bruce? I mean, it's uncanny. He could be Bruce's mini clone."

Alfred paused for just a moment - so briefly I almost missed it - before continuing to arrange cups on the silver tray. "Ah, well, that would be because Master Damian is indeed Master Bruce's biological son. His mother is Talia al Ghul."

I nearly choked on air. "Talia al Ghul?" Who the fuck is that? All these cartoonish ass names. "Who is she? And when... how..." I couldn't even form a complete sentence. Another piece of Bruce's missing five years clicked into place, but instead of providing clarity, it only raised more questions.

"Alfie," I said, wrapping my hands around the teacup he'd just set in front of me, "was Damian... I mean, did Bruce know about him before he left Gotham?" I needed to know if this was yet another secret he'd kept from me, even back then. Because if Bruce cheated on me all hell is going to rain down on his ass.

The way Alfred carefully measured his next words made my stomach tighten. "Master Bruce... discovered Damian's existence during his time away," he said delicately. "The young master came to live with us after Master Bruce's return. Apparently his mother kept him from Master Bruce when he was born. They happened before you and him got together."

I took a long sip of tea to hide whatever expression was trying to form on my face. I really needed something stronger than this. So Bruce hadn't known either. Somehow, that made me feel both better and worse at the same time. Better because he hadn't been keeping this massive secret from me all those years ago, but worse because... well, what other surprises from his five-year disappearance might suddenly show up at Wayne Manor?

"Okay, Alfie enough! But, what the hell is going on? I feel like I'm on crack right now! The other night Bruce came to my house dressed like a big ass Bat on steroids...." looked behind me to see them peaking at me around the corner. "And, now you telling me this man had KIDS! KIDS!? AND, ONE IS ACTUALLY HIS!" I yelled, my heart beating a thousand per second.

Before Alfred could answer I heard the front door open. I walked out the kitchen as the boys kept their eyes on me. Probably knowing this was going to be some shit.

Bruce opens the door and smiled at me but it fell once he saw my face and looked past me seeing the boys and huffed walking in. I nodded and crossed my arms.

"Bruce, kindly explain to me what I'm looking at?" I said, nudging my head to the boys. He signed and tried to reach for me but I brushed him away.

"Don't you get mad at them. Why didn't you tell me you adopted children and oh.....y-" I cut myself off at the boy I was going to mention as he looked between us and smirked. "Hello, Father." He said.

I looked down at him and back at Bruce letting out a dry chuckle and walked towards the staircase.

"GET YOUR ASS UP THESE STEPS!" I yelled, not bothering to look back. "BRUCE IF YOUR WHITE ASS IS NOT UP THESE STEPS BOUT TIME I REACH THIS ROOM, IMMA STICK MY KATES SO FAR UP YOUR ASS YOU GON KNOW WHEN I GOT THEM!"

"Genuinely what the fuck is going on?"

[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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Yandere Batfam x Neglected Reader

A/N: recently I've gotten into DC bc a new superman is coming out this summer! Along with getting Nightwing edits on my TT I have been seeing alot of Batfam and neglected reader ( why is y/n always neglected Lmfao). Anyways as I work on my other stories tell me how you enjoy this and if you want the finished product. See you wednesday!

The smell of fire filled your lungs and you begged all above to remove the burning filing through your nostrils. You lost track of where your mother was and hoped she made it out. The heat was intense and as more smoke encased itself in your tiny chest, time was running out and there was nothing left to do but lie on the wooden floor. Just as you thought you were closing your eyes for the last time there— in his dark glory— Batman. 

The dark knight finally came to save you, the rest was history. 

You wake in the hospital, a smiling nurse adjusting you and explaining everything to your tear-riddled doe-eyed self. Everything you’d ever known was erased, there was no trace of your mother and a man from Gotham decided to take little old you in. The smog of Gotham was different than New York, it lay on top of the city like a weighted blanket and made it all the more sinister. You arrived at the manor, biting your lip anxiously as it looked like the home of vampires and every other night creature you could think of. Two men were waiting for you when you stepped out of the car, both tall and sturdy-looking eyes hardened by the trials of life. The man with oceanic blue eyes stuck his hand out, eyes slightly softening when he noticed your apprehensiveness. You reached out and felt callouses and the warmth of his palms. 

He smiled at you introducing himself as Bruce Wayne, and then his butler, Alfred. They were both doting and kind, showering you with the affections left absent by your missing mother. You found yourself often in Bruce’s lap while he worked or in his bed crying into his chest when you were reminded of your mother during the night. Eventually, you begin to call him dad. Daddy’s sweet little girl is what they called you in Gotham. You were spoiled rotten and Bruce was constantly praised for saving you from a life filled with loneliness and the perils of poverty. 

As you got older Bruce became busier, and you no longer had the time to even cuddle and watch movies on rainy nights. You inquired with Alfred about what was different, and why had he become rather distant from you. Alfred reassured you every time, but you felt a pang in your heart when he introduced Dick Grayson into your little family. He spent almost all his time with Dick now, only sparing you a glance on the very off chance that he had a break. No one would be forward with you on what exactly was going on and, as much as it hurt and your tears soaked your pillows you never cried in front of a soul. The seeds of resentment were growing within you. 

Neglect and anger were apparent. Sometimes, when you linked eyes, you could see a glimmer of the father you once adored and spent every waking minute. You were infatuated with your father’s eyes, they held every word he didn’t whisper like he was wearing his heart on his sleeve. You hoped that even without blood relation you mimicked that feature, maybe save your relationship before it’s fully weaned.

Dick wasn’t that bad in the beginning, you welcomed him with slightly open arms and apprehension. He would entertain you and your heart would flutter when he smiled. But that did not stop your bond being severed without a care.

High school rolled around and your anger boiled over, having Dick be a year older and going to the same school was a nightmare. There was an obsession when it came to you, Bruce Wayne’s youngest, Dick Grayson’s little sister, no one left you alone. Dick would only acknowledge you if the boys cooed and whistled, not even in a way an older brother would be protective of his sister. It was more of a threat. A threat entangled with possessiveness. 

At one point you lashed out, upset at him for ruining your chances with a guy you were interested in. “ Dick, what the fuck is your issue? I liked him!” your yell echoed in the empty hallway. He looked down at you, an indescribable look and you furrowed your eyebrows urging him to answer. He looked away for a moment licking his lip before turning around without a word. 

There was that flutter again. It was wrong and with the excitement came the dread of fully understanding that flutter.

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