#bruce wayne x genderless reader

[just-some-random-blogger]

No Way, Subway

DC Batman Bruce Wayne x Tailor!Reader Summary: You definitely did not meet Bruce Wayne on a Subway Word Count: 1k+ Warnings: Teasings, fluff, name calling kinda, etc.

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“I know this is a really weird question, but, uh, who’s your tailor?”

The man in the deep green three piece suit turned to me from where he stood and narrowed his eyes curiously. Everyone in the carriage shook as the train passed that uneven part of the subway with the loud pipes. The man pulled his head back and looked for a tag inside his suit.

Even though the expression on his face was not very flattering, he still very much looked like someone from out of a magazine. Even with his folded triple chin, he looked awfully cute.

Honestly, I know it sounds crazy, but he looked so much like Bruce Wayne for a hot second I thought he was him. And then I took some common sense from the back of my head and started to rationalize why the richest person in the damn planet would be taking the subway. Oh that’s right, he wouldn’t, ergo, this was merely someone who looked exactly like Bruce Wayne.

“Isn’t this, like, Armani or something?” he grunts, frustrated that he couldn’t find a tag.

I knit my brows and nodded profusely, “Armani doesn’t stich like that. This was handmade, unless you got a handmade Armani suit or something.”

For a second, he stops his search for a tag and turns to me.  He then, I think silently debates the weight of my words.

We arrive at a stop and I turn to the opening doors. At his point, he removes his jacket and goes AHA!

“Darcy,” he says, putting his outwear back on. He turns to me as I wonder if I knew a tailor called Darcy, which slowly melted why don’t I know a tailor named Darcy when that tailor made that?

 “I assume Darcy is the last name, does he or she have a first?” I asked by the time the train started again.

“I…” he trailed off, “believe her name is Ephonie.”

I frowned.

A second passed before the man spoke up again, “Why the long face?”

I turned to him humming. I blinked at his expression, concerned, deathly handsome. Holy crap what if he was Bruce Wayne?

“Oh, I just… I don’t know her.”

The man took another second before replying, “I’m guessing you’re a tailor too?”

I pursed my lips and nodded. “If this big ass bag of junk isn’t already a dead giveaway,” I said, kicking the big bag of cloth and various types of fabric in front of me.

“Not to be nosy, but wouldn’t it be better to take a cab with how much you’re carrying?”

“Yes, well, Mr. Nosy, not all of us can afford to take a cab back and forth the city frequently.” I sighed. “And besides, save the environment, right. Plus, I’m used to it; it’s not as heavy as you think.”

He chuckled, “I just asked if you should’ve taken a cab and yet you’ve said so much. I don’t qualify being called Mr. Nosy if you said shared all that yourself.”

I broke into a laugh.

 The rest of the ride was spent in the sound of others chatting and the train moving around. When the next stop came around, I moved to gather my things. The man in front of me seemed like he was getting off too.

“Need some help?” he offered.

I took my back up and smiled, “I’m good; as I said, it’s not as heavy as it looks.”

He nodded and walked off. I followed, exiting the same way he did. As we went up back into the streets, he looked back at me, slightly making me feel conscious. Nonetheless, I walked on, and he apparently seemed to be heading the same direction as I was.

Once we both came to a stop at a stop light, the tall man placed his hands in his pockets and nodded. “I’m heading that way, Nosy jr.”

I chuckled, “I literally didn’t ask.”

“Exactly. But because I have a strong feeling we’ll be heading the same direction anyway, let me help you carry your bag, at least one of them.”

I huffed and looked at the street light. Well, judging by the suit he was wearing, I could say he was rich, but then again he could be a con man. However, my tiring arm was trying to get me to think otherwise.

“Okay, you can help,” I huffed as the pedestrian sign turned green, “but the moment you get to your destination give it back, ya hear?”

I waited for his reply and he smiled, nodding, “I hear.”

“Good.” I gave a breath and pulled my bag towards him. “Another thing… you know what happens to me if you run off with this?” I handed him the heavy bag of my supplies. He made a face at upon carrying it and looked at me like a liar. Perhaps it was lie that my bag was not as light as I made it to be, but then again, he could just be a wimp.

I disregarded his look and pursed my lips, “I die.”

The man turned from my bag, which he hung on his shoulder, to me. I continued on saying, “I will die if you run away with this. It’s literally all my last money in that bag, so I beg of you: don’t run away with it.”

 We stared walking off.

If ever he did have any intention of robbing me, I guess I changed his mind because he walked slowly by my side. We talked to avoid awkwardness, but it was mostly about whatever we saw on the way.

By the time we were laughing about a pretzel stand with the funniest logo, the man stopped, causing me to turn to him, alerted.

I titled my head, “Tired?”

He shook his head with an airy chuckle, “No… it’s… my stop.”

I turned to the building and gasped.

W A Y N E    E N T E R P R I S E S

My eyes widened. “No way… are—are you really Bruce Wayne?”

For some odd reason, he turned to his shoes and his cheeks turned red. “What gave it away?”

I raised my brows and shook my head profusely, “UH YOUR FACE?”

“Damn. And here I thought you didn’t know me.”

I scoffed out a chuckle and took my bag from him, “Funny. Everyone in the damn planet knows you, Mr. Wayne.”

“… I prefer Mr. Nosy, honestly. It’s my middle name, or so I’m told.”

I burst out into a fit of chuckles.

“Well, Mr. Nosy. Thanks for the help. I’ll be sure to testify next time someone says you’re a lousy, greedy businessman.”

For a moment, I regret saying the words I did, up until he laughed heartily. 

“Oh, it’s fine. People will think what they will.”

I felt my cheeks turn burn.

I cleared my throat, “Well, it was nice meeting you. Oh, and uh, thanks,” I pulled my bag up and smiled.

“I’d say you’re welcome, but I didn’t catch your name.”

I pursed my lips and told him. He smiled and said a quick you’re welcome.

And that was that, I turned around, walked away, and went back to my studio, finishing a couple of designs I had.

My shop was dark and cold, and so was my desk. I looked at my sketch and felt tears well in my eyes. It wasn’t bad, I swear in the most non-arrogant voice ever, I knew my work was good. It was just really hard to get my work out there.

I sighed, in good time. It’ll be good in time.

      Or will it.

      “Why are you taking the subway?” a voice asked from behind me. 

I turned to the man with the deep voice and smiled at the face I saw. “Mr. Nosy!"

His lips quirked upward, “Nosy jr. How do you do?”

I chuckled, “Oh, honestly, I’ve been amazing. I mean, I’ve had all these customers and I’ve been making so many clothes, it’s exhilarating!” I laughed loudly, quickly covering my mouth when I realized I was a tad too loud.

“That’s great,” Bruce Wayne smiles brightly, unlike any of the advertisements I've seen him in, “you’re not going to die now if you lose that bag?”

I chuckle, feeling my cheeks heat up at his words. “Actually, I wont anymore.” I smiled at him and he reciprocated. Then all at once, I realized something.

“Wait… did—did you help me out?”

The man knit his brows and tilted his head, “I don’t follow.”

I shoved his chest and growled lowly, “Please, don’t tell me the mulit-billionare is dumb.”

Bruce was taken by surprise of my actions and started bubbling out laughing. “Ah, and the short tailor is a violent bully. Cute.”

“Hey, you played dumb first!”

“Oh, and I bet you were just born a bully.”

I groaned, rolled my eyes, and crossed my arms. I looked at him expectantly, “Well?”

He smiled, turning away, “Well, actually, all I said was I was thinking about going to this up and coming tailor that was based somewhere near Wayne Enterprises. A couple of people did some snooping and now, here I am, going to that very place to have a suit done.”

My eyes widened, “W-wha-are you for real?”

Bruce shrugged, “Yeah. I didn’t mean for a bunch of other nosy people to get involved though. I could tell them to stop if you—“ “NO!” I blurted out, making the man laugh. I scoffed and clicked my tongue, “Sadist.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to ­not live up to the name you gave me.”

I give out an airy chuckle. “By the way, why are you on the subway? Aren’t you afraid your fangirls will throw themselves in front of you?”

He pursed his lips, “Actually, people tend to doubt my identity when I’m not in fancy places, and I was once told that, apparently, I was ugly up close. Weird, my mom always said I was handsome.”

I rolled my eyes and broke into laughter, “Okay, Mr. Nosy B. I-Fish-For-Compliments. You are definitely not ugly up close.”

He hummed, “Not ugly enough for you to go out to dinner with me.”

My breath caught in my throat and my eyes went wide. “I—“

He looked at me with a small smile. I turned to the window and nodded, “Sure. I guess I live through such an insufferable date.”

[the-sound-of-her-wings]

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A Bruce Wayne (Pattinson!) x Selina Kyle based on the song Norman Fucking Rockwell by Lana Del Rey. Lots of fluff and maybe a little angst. Lyric that stands out the most for this one is “Why wait for the best when I can have you?” This one is definitely more vibes based.

Bruce Wayne in The Bathroom

A Bruce Wayne x Ex!Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne x Selina Kyle based on the song Michael in The Bathroom from Be More Chill. Essentially, Bruce goes to a party that Clark is covering and has a panic attack in the bathroom from seeing him. Once he eventually comes out of the bathroom, he ends up having an okay night with Selina Kyle who steals his watch at the end of the night.

Loving You Is In My Bones

A Matt Murdock x Genderless!Reader based on the song Adam's Ribs by Jensen McRae. Set at the end of Defenders, the reader is informed that Matt is dead but they refuse to believe it. Lots of angst but a happy ending. Might be a sequel to my Half-Hearted One Shot, unsure right now.

All Too Well

A Steve Rogers x Genderless!Reader based on the 10 minute version of Taylor Swift's All Too Well. Steve uses the reader as a cover during the time between Civil War and Infinity War. He breaks it off right before everything kicks off in Infinity War. Reader gets snapped, and when they come back. Well. We know what happens, don't we?

Whatever She Wants

A Wanda Maximoff x Genderless!Reader based on Graceland Too by Phoebe Bridgers. After everything that happened to her, Wanda has had enough and is so tired. That's when she meets the reader, working at a diner in the middle of no where. Reader is immediately captivated. Lots of fluff.

[ellana-ravenwood]

Drunk amazon - Wonder Woman x Reader

Hey, first girl I get a request for..Perfect. I kept the reader “genderless”, and realized I should probably do that more often so anyone can read. Anyway, thanks @freethecagedeggs for that :) (and also thanks in general, cause I see you often in my notifications, liking my things and stuffs <3).I hope you’ll like it :

You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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It’s embarrassing really. And such a hassle. She’s so goddamn strong. And her voice is so loud. You were pretty sure she was going to wake up the entire neighborhood...

What the Hell was she singing anyway ? Was it in...Ancient Greek ? 

She leans on you a bit more and you loose your balance, because she’s way heavier than she seems and almost all her weight is on your shoulder, as you support her drunk ass back home. 

You both crash into a wall, and you’re pretty sure you bruised a few ribs. She bursts out in laughter, and multiple voices from around the block are yelling at you two to “shut the fuck up”. You waved at some of them to apologize, and they just gave you the middle finger. Nice. 

She starts singing again, even louder than before, if it was even possible. 

-Diana, please, calm d...oh you better not throw up on me !

You take her arm off of around your shoulders, and she falls to her knee. You don’t even feel bad for letting her go, because damn, she brought that on herself. 

She’s gagging over and over again, but no, she doesn’t throw up. Not on you, nor on the floor. And, carefully, you get close to her again to help her stand back up. 

-I swear to the Gods Diana, this is the last time I help you ! 

-You always say that...

-Well, I mean it this time ! 

-You’re adorable my love. 

-And you’re insufferable ! 

-Thanks. 

Rolling your eyes, you start to walk back to your shared apartment once again, with an amazon that calmed down just a little bit. She still sings some songs in ancient Greek, but this time, you’re the only one who can hear, and you’d never admit it, but her soft voice in your ear is somewhat soothing and very nice. 

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It was all Barry Allen’s fault. He’s the one that suggested the entire League should go out for drinks. And it was a massive surprise when almost everyone said : “yes, let’s go”. Even the Batman. What, did you just entered an alternate universe or something ? Your stunned self got dragged to the bar too by your girlfriend, Diana, the mighty Wonder Woman, while all you wanted was to go back home, and read a good book. 

Seeing most of the people you saw every day in their casual clothes was weird. The Flash was a redhead. Batman was a total babe, and yeah, ok, Bruce Wayne, just one of the richest man in the world. You wondered how anyone could not recognize Superman, because except for the glasses, nothing really changed in his appearance...Oh well, you guessed there were a lot of white boys with back hair and blue eyes in this World. 

You guys filled the bar, and you learn later that the bartender was an old friend of the League. Of course he was. 

Damn this was weird...It was all new to you, that Justice League of America thing. Martian Manhunter, J’onn, found you less than a year ago, wandering in the Sahara desert, with no memories of who you were, and the power to control matter on a molecular level. This power was too grand for you to handle on your own, and so you ended up on the Satellite that was used as the League’s headquarters, training with them, learning how to use your strong powers...and trying to discover something about your past. 

So far, no chance on that subject. You still didn’t know who you were, all you got was a first name. (Y/N). It wasn’t really helping. And you clearly didn’t come from an area around the Sahara desert, as you were paler than the moon. You were a complete mystery...but a useful one. A meta-human such as you was valuable to the League. They definitely would rather have you on their side...

And they were nice. And there was that girl...Diana...You fell for her. You fell for her so hard. So you stayed. And the day you kissed her for the first time, and she told you she felt the same love for you than you felt for her was the best day of your life. Granted, you only remembered a year of said life...it was still great. 

And here you were, with all your friends, in a bar, watching them having fun. It’s not that you didn’t want to participate, you were just a bit...introverted, and right now, you wanted to be alone. Or just in Diana’s presence. She was alright. But your girlfriend didn’t wanna go home, and there was no way you’d leave her here with them, because you knew what was gonna happen. 

Sure enough, goddamned Superman said : 

-Drinking game ?

And everyone answered : “DRINKING GAAAAAAME !!”. Well, almost everyone. A few of your friends already left for home, Batman was about to leave to, saying he had kids to care for, and well...You were definitely not gonna drink. You knew what was gonna happen, and two drunk people would never make it home. 

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It took almost the entire fucking night to get them all drunk. Wow. Look at that, the mightiest heroes on Earth, almost all reduced to a pile of drunken non sense. You were glad some of your friends left, because right now, if the planet got attacked by a massive threats, said threat would just have to enter the bar and annihilate those stupid drunk superheroes. 

When Diana jumped on the bar and started dancing, you had enough. Time to go home. She resisted a bit, but when she threw you across the room, and you hit the wall with a loud thud, she felt so guilty that she hurt you that she decided to leave with you. You didn’t really got hurt. You changed the molecule of the wall from hard wood board to soft mush, and just fell on a soft mattress. 

-Alright, lets -hic- go home -hic-...sorry babe. 

-All good. Now come on Princess of Themyscira, hold on on me cause you ain’t walking straight. 

She chuckled in your neck, kissing you lightly there, and you couldn’t help but smile. She was a bit taller than you, so she wrapped easily her arm around your shoulder, leaning on you a bit too much, and after saying your goodbyes to your friends, you two left. Finally. 

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And here you were, fumbling with the key to open your apartment with one hand, and trying to hold Diana on her feet with the other. You got tired of waiting, and though you knew you shouldn’t have done it, after making sure no one was around, you just used your power to move molecules of the door out of your way, making an entrance for you and your girlfriend. 

You fell heavily on your couch, Diana falling on you and grabbing you in a hug that almost broke your back. You struggled to get out those few words : 

-Hun...you...’re...killing...me...

She let go immediately, and look at you apologetically. Sometimes, she forget she could break you with a simple snap of her fingers. You smile at her, reassuring her. It’s ok, she didn’t hurt you. Much. 

Her hand go to cup one of your cheek, and you bring her close, catching her lips in a sweet kiss, one of your hand tangling in her long silky hair, the other going to her waist. She wraps her arms around your neck, and deepen the kiss. Finally, she pulls away for some air, and you two smile at each others like idiots. 

-I love you (Y/N). 

-I love you too. 

She went to kiss you again, but as soon as her lips touched yours...

-OH MY GOD RUN TO THE BATHROOM YOU ARE NOT THROWING UP ON THE CARPET !! OR ON ME FOR THAT MATTER !!

And with that, the love of your life left the room hurriedly...She never made it to the toilet.